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yeah sure ill reblog that

taliesin deserves an emmy just for that last episode, like holy fuck. put his whole ass percussy in that performance

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I FUCKING THOUGHT THIS WAS JUST A REALLY HIGH-EFFORT POST FROM @posts-from-a-darker-timeline ITS FUCKING REAL GOD NO

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I love them you honor

Writing prompt: the happy couple having a wonderful dinner date at a Italian restaurant, with bottomless garlic bread

Ostia was through her third breadstick before R’tan had finished delicately examining his first.

“You alright there big guy?” The scion smiled, reaching for another “You act like you don’t get fed.”

R’tan smiled “You would not believe the pastes we get. I am just…” He held up the bread, gesturing to it “Why this shape?”

“It’s a stick.” She reclined, resting against the opulent booth. They had managed to slip away for an evening into the Ardent Monarchs’ upper decks and find a secluded eatery. While neither one was able to avoid notice, they had found a space that appeared slow enough to allow for some quiet. Ostia had been coaching R’tan through an evening of rest, however, he had been having more trouble than she thought adjusting.

“But why this shape? What is wrong with a loaf?”

“I mean, I would eat a whole loaf covered in garlic without hesitation, but some nobility might find it a little faux pas.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Ah, uncouth. Rude. It’s just the novelty of the thing.”

“Hmm…” He seemed to accept that and began eating the bread. “I am not used to eating for enjoyment.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen what you ate.” The scion grimaced “I try not to think about it.”

“It is very nutritious.” R’tans assurances did nothing to stop the near wretch the scion stifled. The grey nutrient paste had smelled awful, and she was never more thankful for Imperial rations as she was after sharing a meal space with the Salamanders.

It wasn’t often they could enjoy time like this. Not for this long, not without the fear of being ordered up and away on a moment’s notice. But this, under the Rogue Trader…

“This is nice.” Ostia’s words were a quiet whisper, as though speaking it was bound to have their time taken away.

Her eyes downcast to the table, she didn’t notice R’tan’s hand until it covered hers. “It is. I could get used to it, I think.”

Her hand had been hovering near the bread, as she looked up to return his smile the Astartes gently scooched his hand towards the basket and claimed the final breadstick. “I am already used to these. Will there be more?”

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"not art"

Weather held up, amazingly

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YES

Welcome back, Captain Titus

Warhammer 40K Space Marine 2 Confirmed

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This could make a really sweet moment if written right

So considering that Blood Angels get "Visions" as if they were Sanguinius while under the Black Rage, I figure it's safe to assume Flesh Tearers have much more potent visions due to their relationship with said Black rage. Now, most importantly, I like to think that should they have an Ollanius Pius related vision, Flesh Tearers would randomly grab Guardsman to "save them".

Just imagine, starved and terrified Guardsman gets picked up like a dog by a space marine screaming "Horus" and said marine is from an infamous chapter that slaughters allies as well as enemies. Just sounds like Comedy Gold.

Greg the Guardsman: *Wailing in terror as he's manhandled like a sack of potatoes by a random space marine*

Battle Brother Brendon Bloodfucker, tearing the face off of a Black Legionnaire: FEAR NOT, OLLANIUS. I SHALL CLUTCH YOU TO MY BOSOM AND PROTECT YOU FROM THE SEEKING CLAWS OF HORUS.

Greg: WHO THE FUCK IS HORUS

Black Legionnaire, politely dying: Actually my name's Damien

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I love them

Post-Exam Pick-Me-Up: Perturabo and Magnus Being Best Bros

[Had an exam, brain is feeling fried, started discussing Perturabo after a friend of mine asked how Magnus would hug someone in armor, and now I have a slew of different passages from various novels depicting their relationship.

So now I pass the seratonin to you, dear reader, because fuck it bitter iron hermit showing good sibling emotions is nice.

From Magnus's Primarch Novel:

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From Angel Exterminatus:

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And finally, from Fury of Magnus:

so yeah. There you have it. The most slept on relationship amongst the primarchs.]

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You know you've got good friends when they make you cursed emojis for games they don't play

(based off of that one cursed emoji with the grabby hands)

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If you get into kill team you could find a character build like a marine or expert sister of battle and then use a 3D model of Ostia as a stand in! Make a narrative mission out of it!

Hohohoho~

There is in fact already some Ostia modeling happening. I've actually commissioned one of my friends to create her and her knight and I'm so giddy.

I do believe they'll end up with extra parts for her though, so that'd be a possibility!

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Welp. Saving THAT reaction image.

Everyone knows REAL HARDCORE WAR MEN are UNIVERSALLY DICKLESS. Ownership of a penis is STRICTLY CONTRAINDICATED to prevent the possibility of SLAANESH CORRUPTION for ALL FIGHTING MEN in the GLORIOUS SERVICE OF THE EMPEROR. Please see your regimental commissar for REGULAR PENIS INSPECTIONS to ensure it has not REGROWN as a result of exposure to FOUL ENERGIES.

I'M LOSING MY MIND

THANK YOU ANON <3 <3

Refrence

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Pukichohunter001 is a Qanon person confirmed

why

Q

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what is your social security number

I know people can ask questions about your characters, but can we ask questions about you?

Yes totally! As long as you don't ask for like, my home address or something. I don't mind at all.

Though I assure you I'm not as interesting as my OCs

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can we appreciate the quotes around "legal" though

Yeah bro nothing gets you ripped faster than fish in a jar (with lemon), shitty fucked up hot dog, ?chicken wing?, & shitty burnt grilled cheese

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Congrats Row!

The Lelith drawing really brought this milestone on much faster than I was expecting.

To everyone, old and new, thank you for your support and the follow. <3 It means so much.

To celebrate, I'll be doing an art giveaway!

The prize will be a waist up character piece, and I'll be selecting the winner from the reblogs on this post on October 29th @ 10am PDT.

(Note: I won't be selecting a giveaway blog as a winner)

Thank you all again. I honestly am so chuffed. I started this blog years ago just to kind of throw art into the void, I never saw it being something I'd have such interaction on or meet so many fabulous people through.

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Frontline Politics

God, there is so much I want to do and show for Ostia, but I think I've hit the point where I do not have enough hours in the day to draw it all.

I've wanted to get back into writing as a hobby for a while, so I think I'll just drop tidbits like this one here every once and a while to flesh things out past just my doodles, but we'll see how it goes.

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“Sergeant!”

Ostia shouted over the low din of the ramshackle mess hall. Usually addressing him by title was enough to earn a playful reproach. This time, however, there was no response. The Astartes looked to be in a foul mood, striding through the center aisle towards the labyrinth of hallways and ditches which connected to the command building.

She was unsure if he had recognized her call, but if he had there was no indication across his face, nor break in his stride.

“Just one meal of quiet-” Gathering up her jacket the woman moved to head off the still glowering man. Seeing the Astartes strolling through the ranks was enough to quiet the hall, with guards ducking, bowing, and averting their eyes, though seeing the Scion storming behind him brought back the clamor with renewed force.

With a clattering of claws on metal, and a few shortcuts, the woman managed to sneak around the Astartes and head him off in one of the adjoining hallways.

It took the man a moment to emerge from his thoughts. Under the usually calm demeanor was a storm, and as R’tan finally looked to Ostia, the red embers of his eyes seemed cold.

“Scion Haldus.” An incline of the head was all that came after a moment. He looked only slightly down at her, their heights nearly matched as the woman mustered herself and crossed her arms, continuing to block his way.

“You’re troubled.”

“I am not.”

“Grox Shit you aren’t. They don’t teach Astartes to lie.”

A single heartbeat passed, then another. Perhaps this was not a mood she could quell.

And then, R’tan laughed, finally standing at rest rather than merely being stopped. The breaking of his grimace was so sudden it took the Scion off guard. “Perhaps we should be, if we are to be so easily read.”

“Something is wrong, then?”

His turn to cross his arms. Several emotions crossed his face, it seemed he made no attempt to hide his thoughts as they were collected. Anger, unease, sadness? A deep rumble stirred in his chest as a ‘hmm’ broke the silence.

“I have been noticing a pattern in Astartes deployments. I wish to clarify why this is the case.” Now he was careful with his words.

Imperial command was currently with Regina Chareg. Chareg was hardly the most inexperienced officer Ostia had worked with. She had, so far, been handling the troops quite exceptionally given the circumstances. But that was, Ostia figured, the root of R’tans query. Circumstances, specifics of command, politics.

She turned and began walking, gesturing for him to follow. He did.

It always seemed strange they ended up at the foot of WARDEN for these chats, but truthfully the shell of a building that housed the Knight was away from the Guard and usually quiet. The Mechanicus Adepts who frequented the war machine didn’t care for their gossip, and so the pair were untroubled. Ostias mechanics were a little more nosy, but they’d been nosy for 40 years, what was a few more sordid chats to keep them entertained.

The towering machine slept above them. Huge cables, seeming to shackle it in place, ran to and from various machines and buildings around them.

R’tan ran an armored glove over the foot of the machine, saying something in a tongue Ostia didn’t recognize. He did this every time they came to WARDEN, but he had yet to reveal what it was.

She waited until he finished, knowing better than to interrupt an Astartes mid ritual. “How much do you know about Chareg?”

Another rumbling ‘hmm’ issued from the Astartes as he thought “ I admit, very little.”

“And about Vitrius Seven?”

Immediately R’tan began listing tactical information about the planet. Single Planet system, the atmosphere was breathable. The world was in the process of conversion from a bustling frontier settlement into Forgeworld due to mineral wealth and positioning in relation to other Mechanicus Interests. Ork infestation new, unknown source-

“-No, I don't mean that.” She waved him off as he began listing main strategic points. ”Did you know Chareg grew up here?”

“I… did not”

“Most of the guardsmen did. And her.” She sat down on a piece of rubble, watching the Space Marine process her words. It wasn’t something that was in the reports, and while the men were quick to show their pride, the commander was silent. “This is her fight. The Commander and the regiments from this world have everything to lose... and everything to gain.”

“Given the forces arrayed against them, it is too much for guard alone.” R’tan scratched at his chin “And yet, given several veteran Knights and an Astartes deployment-”

“We are supports here.” Ostia nodded “I had the same issue with my orders when I started, rolled into Craels room full of brimstone demanding answers.”

A smile again found R’tan “I imagine you were, Haldus. The Praetor-”

“Explained it to me with a fair bit more swearing involved. It’s politics, as it always is.”

He nodded, lost in thought, but seemingly satisfied, and gave a bow. “Thank you, Ostia.”

Hopping up off her seat, she gave him the best curtsy she could manage with her legs. “It is a pleasure to assist one so renowned, oh wise Astartes.”

A roar of laughter split the air as R’tan slapped his breastplate. “Wise in many things, but certainly not politics.”

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00 looking respectfully

You have to know Ostia would have asked R'tan to borrow his stuff, and him being the trusting and caring Astartes he is thought "Surely the good Scion would not get up to trouble for a few moments with my things."

If this was in-universe, Ostia would 100% go around putting up the uncensored version of this. Gotta boost morale.

She'd probably sign it, too.

I plan on doing something like this for all my 40k OCs as my next project, so expect a few more of these incoming.

Boobs out for the guard on Patreon because they deserve it

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Imagine an Alien: Isolation-style horror game set in 40K

You play as a menial aboard a battle-barge infested with genestealers, trying to escape by any means possible while avoiding the three-armed fanatics, kill-teams of Astartes treating any remaining humans as a security risk, and one very, very angry lictor.