Haha no worries
I can do with some pressuring every now and again
I'm definitely glad you mentioned the whole 'using different colours, all building to something that looks uniform' thing though. I've been experimenting on some of the hapless Kroot who sacrificed their lives to make these guys, and the best results so far have been from starting with a variety of dark basecolours (Incubi Darkness, Rhinox Hide, and Kantor Blue is the darkest I've got there) and then drybrushing them with a few lighter shades then washing the whole lot with Nuln Oil.
There isn't a single genuine black in there, yet the whole thing looks black when looked from afar (just varied tones thereof).
Not sure it'll help with the funky visual stuff mind you (if it even looks anything other than flat black in photos anyway). Little intrigued by that as an ex-psych student with an interest in neuroscience though
Oh, finished my poem too. Great fun (even if side-effects include your inner monologue sounding off if it's not in 8-beat rhyming couplets). Easier to make out the narrative too when it's all together:'pon the ruin'd moon of Hyllas, spake the legionary Pallas,
"Cast thou hence from in the shadows, lest I smite thee duly, or-
speak thy name if Thorne or craven.", 'pon which from its darkened haven
Stepped a grim and tattered raven wand'ring from the Nightly shore
"Tell me what thy wretched name is 'midst this pale and icy hoar”
Quoth the raven "Nevermore."
"We spy thine ships by moonfall's aft, thy manifold and blackened craft
Loiter round the Rout like stormclouds, scavengers like crows of yore.
Chatter caw and bicker hasten. Ears and eyes and spies and graven-
ones the Wolves do brand 'Valravn', we have spied thine ilk before.
By what hubris think thine arms might stand afore the might of Thorne?
Speak no more of 'nevermore'."
The raven's head did tilt and twist and quizzically it viewed him hence
Yet Pallas stayed his mighty blade, confusion gripping soul and more
"Wherefore art thou masters brave then? Tombstones 'pon which names engraven."
Yet unflinching stood it's brazen gaze that burnt through armoured core
"Hydra's heads shall reign supreme from dust to dust and Throne to Thorne."
Quoth the raven 'Nevermore."
Within Pallas rose an ire as a raging inner fire
Impudence of wretch's tongue like insults flung hast brought it fore.
Sadly rage obscured unshaven brutes within said Nightly haven
Hydra's blood ran through the cave in ruddy pools along the floor.
Thence the skull of Pallas stands resplendent 'bove the raven's door.
Thorne supreme reigns nevermore.