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steals denim

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:3

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ruining her life

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For the Glory of the Imperium! I’ve finished an artwork of my Rogue Trader Esther I started a few months ago! It even feels weird parting with it after all this time.

Context: She's a Commissar with Illustrious Glory triumph which is a background as an Imperial propaganda posters legend. So I was wondering for the longest time how those posters could look considering W40k aesthetics. I imagine clear and blunt wartime posters pushed in the direction of nearly religious imagery with fervent detailing but still looking like something that was painted.

Also I dusted off my calligraphy skills for this one, so every bit of text here is hand-lettered over a span of a few nights because clearly only through pointless toil and solemn misery can I capture the spirit of 40k💀 Consider me contractually obliged to bring attention to it every time I post because I spent so much time doing it lol. I could be your autoquill equipped servoskull anytime

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vampire hunter AU Heinrix

you can read about it i guess

also initial concept

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Fic ideas:

Heinrix having a nightmare about torturing RT

Heinrix torturing RT and feeling Really Bad about it

Heinrix dealing with delulu Elvia who decides that she's a Living Saint during breakfast

Henrix having a confrontation with his brat son who doesn't know that Heinrix is his father

Heinrix having a confrontation with The Husband

Heinrix beating himself up over having children

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It's valentine's day... And these two can't find any privacy!! Let's keep it that way. go my scarab

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Happy Valentine's day! There is more ambiguous options and blank versions below!

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today im offering you a lazy t-pose sketch that i made to make sure i like her design without mechadendrites

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Eisenhorn Trilogy: Malleus Interior Art

by Tazio Bettin

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maybe in another life...

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Chaos' girl quick sketch

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The watchdog of the inquisition🤍

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Ok, lets talk crazy 40k weapons; leave your basic 1960's era gyrojet firing boltgun in the bin where it belongs. Trash tier firearm that shoots explosive bullets; PFFFT! We have that tech NOW.

If you want to get serious about crazy 40k tech, you gotta dig deeper...

Starting out not too deep; the humble plasma gun - is not so humble at all! This thing literally fires minature suns!

A weaponised microwave oven; it literally cooks the target from the inside out within a split second.

Oh yeah, a laser sniper rifle! Oh wait, what? The laser is just to penetrate the target's armour? Then the gun shoots a frozen needle of toxins through that hole? Dafuq!

Yeah yeah, Eldar weapons are nerf disc launchers, chuckle guffaw ha ha. That meme is lame; especially considering a Shuriken weapon actually fires razor blades. But they also fire "hypodermic stars" filled with chemicals that turn living tissue into volatile explosives - no wonder Harlequin Death Jesters are not much fun at all to be around.

Tyranid guns; yeah, they could have said "they all shoot acid" and called it a day. That wouldn't be 40k though, would it. Imagine getting shot by this thing and you're hit in the face with a Cave Weta the size of your hand that starts chewing a hole in you.

More devilry from the Eldar; this time we have helmet guns that spray metallic needles at you; then a split second later, it shoots a laser through the needles, flash-igniting those needles into plasma! Striking Scorpions out here trying to barbecue your head.

And now for arguably the most batshit insane thing ever created by mankind in the 40k universe. The Vortex Grenade; it's heavy and you have to throw it by hand. Not only that but when it explodes it creates a hole in reality and anything the hole touches goes to the Warp... i.e. literally to hell.

Tyranids back at it with more fleshy firearms; this one actually does fire acid... of a sort. Imagine getting hit in the chest by a lobster tail with cream sauce... that splats all over you and your friends and dissolves steel.

All these nightmare guns and grenades, you're going to need protection. How about a force field? But what kind? 40k has the typical bubble of energy that repels projectiles (it's called a Power Field but it's over the page), but it's big, and heavy and besides, why bother with that when you can carry around a miniature warp drive that teleports you out of harms way?

And now we come to the most extra of all extra 40k Wargear. The humble Harlequin's Kiss... ... ... yeah nah, you can stick your Chainsword where the sun don't shine; losing a limb or a head aint as scary as being stabbed and then having your insides instantly minced. You'd have just enough time to vomit up the Bolognese sauce that was your heart, lungs, intestines and liver before you expire, messily all over the floor. All while the murder-clown who attacked you laughed in your face.

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What if the desire to do evil have become a little stronger than me?

If you picked up a gun, so be ready to shoot

The fate of this character did not break my heart — it tore my heart out of my chest, trampled it to dust and scattered it on the icy wind of Cadia. It pains me terribly to remember of Godwin Fischig, this faithful hound.

I heard this song and realized that it perfectly matches my feelings about the events between Fischig and Eisenhorn.

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I have wrong feelings about that dark and frantic pairing of painful Heinrix/RT/Marazhai, ohhh