#ezekyle abaddon

And it's like that every time....

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“运去英雄不自由”

（When fortune turns against you, even a hero cannot attain freedom）

@starsarefunny

🌕🌒🌑DAMN Those 🐴 genes be strong.

After careful consideration I have decided that every son of Horus Lupercal I draw shall have that moon themed studs and/or jewelry, and that stupid lil dot on theyr disgusting handsome chin.

No I Will Not elaborate. Peace 🤟🏾

And by discussing, you'd had the four of them lined up for a lecture. An hour-long one. The remaining Lunar wolves standing behind, waiting for their turn.

But it was Tarik who was currently holding in a snicker while you were wagging a rolled-up stack of paper at Horus. He had an idea. A terrible, hilarious idea. Loken and Aximond shot him a questioning look before catching a similar bout of giggles, as if they knew what he was thinking.

"What is so fu-" Tarik Torgaddon partially squatted down, hands on his knees, to meet you at eye level as if talking to a child.

"Sorry, Mum. I figured I'd... get down to your level to understand the issue at hand. I don't want to fall short of understanding."

There was an audible moment of silence. The lunar wolves were distancing themselves from the mournival and your husband, memorizing the details of the carpets.

"Get down... to my level?" You spoke calmly.

"Yes, mum."

"Because I'm short?"

"Yes."

"Interesting... very interesting... Abaddon?"

"Yes, Mother?"

"Take his moustache." You replied, and for a brief moment, they saw the only look of amusement that had ever crossed Abaddon's face, and Tarik knew fear.

Like, as soon as the traitors get to the eye of Terror he just takes the Vengeful Spirit and fucks off to somewhere.

The traitor legions fight among themselves, and the Sons of Horus are brought to the edge of extintion, and so a bunch of guys go to search for Abaddon and ask him for help.

And when they find him, one of the greatest astartes legends, the greatest captain of the greatest legion… he’s just fucking around.

Hes got a giant room filled with stuff, from armor to random alien shit.

He’s got a giant, meters long sea monster hanging from a wall, whose teeth are as long as a space marine is tall, and when he notices them looking at it, Abaddon just says “oh yeah, that was a tough one”

He’s got the talon of Horus, the weapon that killed the Emperor and Sanguinius, sitting in a corner collecting dust.

He offers them some homemade cocktails that he based on a failed attempt to synthesize ectoplasma, the literal stuff the warp is made out of. And when they ask him why the fuck did he think he was gonna be able to create ectoplasma, he pretty much shrugs and says “idk”

They ask him how he could fly the ship without a navigator and he says that he wired together the brains of abunch of psykers and linked them to the ship.

His eyes are GOLDEN because he stared too long into the astronomicon.