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A swarm of beautiful and capable scarabs! These will do wonderfully, thank you!

And ahah, the biologist problem of never enough manpower and time. So many cases of someone spending 10+ years documenting a single species just to get a decent idea of it. The Omnissian ideal of complete knowledge of the universe is primarily held back by the sheer number of beetles and their variety of weirdnesses lol

And I wasn't aware of the Milky Way-oriented scarabs! Fair stars to you, little guys ✨️

the "go my scarab" meme is a physical performance identical to "dua Khepri" (praise to Khepri) and was intended as a means of encouraging a surge of propitiations to Ra but the esotericist fucks trying to make it happen found out that scarabs are tiny and not very visually striking, used the wrong damn beetle, and botched the spell. That is a rhinoceros beetle, Dynastinae not Scarabaeinae dung beetles. Boy can't even roll the Aten, just ram into it repeatedly

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Yeyeyeye welcome!

The best part of being a xenos fan is that we have only a few books to read to catch up instead of literal hundreds like the Imperium. You're on a good track; read TIATD and the TDK books first, as that's most of our canon information. For anything in those books that you're not familiar, you can ask around or search the Lexicanum wiki for more info. As for videos, Oculus Imperia on Youtube has good video essays on a wide range of subjects (once again, mostly imperial, but they're good for explaining the overall 40k setting). And finally, blogs: check out the Necron tag! There's a small but dedicated dynasty on here with many fanfic writers, artists, and generally awesome people ✨️

Oh and Nate Crowley's on here too lol. He only shows up every other month, but we welcome his spectral visitations with open arms

You do not have to know the entire setting to be a fan. Dig as deep or broad as you feel comfortable with, enjoy the ride, and welcome to the game

Hiii <3 I know almost nothing about wh 40k but I find myself getting rapidly invested in the necrons so I figure I'd ask if anyone has any recommendations for...idk, learning more about them/related lore?

I ordered the infinite and the divine and preordered the twice dead king omnibus but otherwise I'm not even sure how to approach such a large scale fictional world. It seems like there's quite a lot to it! But I'm open to reading or video essays or what have you, even blog or fic recs are welcome and any guidance is appreciated 🌟

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Oltlyx sketch

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I'm not dead! just tired(I HATE TIME DIFFERENCE UGH)

✨️HAVE SOME CTAN!OBYRON DESIGN!✨️

(he's design was tricky to made...)

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•Reference Board&Trivia

• Actually at first I thought about making his motif a werewolf, but that was too cliché, so I decided to go with a dinosaur, which is cooler. and it's body design is inspired more by beetles than sauropods, even though he has a sauropod-like appearance.

• And yes, tyranid is also one of his motives too.

• Name/Aspect: The Devoted One

• It chooses its master. Long ago, this was something it hesitated to do. Back when it was still "him."

• Now, having become a god, he could be seen as having transformed completely from an objectified being into an object itself.

Yet now, it is an object that no longer has anyone to use it—an object that no longer needs to be used as an object. Is that a good thing? To have all the relationships that defined it cut off, and thus to be free? If a sword is sharp but there is no one to wield it, does that sword have value? Or, since it is a sword with a self, does it have intrinsic value? Who knows. Does it know? Well… maybe not.

It seems that it would be taciturn, both in the time when it was not it and in its current.

• Yes. It has no mouth(Why is it need if you are paracasual god thing and you can show your will by your every move to every lesser things?). But it can scream. The sound it produces would likely be infrasound. Just as a tiger’s roar can freeze you in place, and just as the sound of a bass guitar can make your whole body resonate, your entire body will chorus along to its sound. Of course, whether you want it or not. That’s just how the laws of physics work.

• "Do not be afraid" is not something that can describe it. Be afraid. Run away. It is an object that deserves fear. It must be.

• Q: So, will he remember his old mas—

A: Again, no. But it might remember he was really, REALLY something to it. In low chance....At last it might not remember him and forgot him, it will not trying to fight with him or crack him or eat him..... Maybe.

• It keeps thinking that it has lost something, but it cannot seem to grasp what it is. Well, perhaps it doesn’t matter. If it has been forgotten from memory, then it probably wasn’t important anyway.

There was something… something that kept it alive, maintained it as him rather than it. What was it? No, who was that being?

• It is a god and a self-aware non-human intelligence. Like self-aware weapons in fantasy works, or divine self-aware animals with consciousness in eastern legends.

Even though it is an object, it probably will not answer or pay attention to the unworthy. In other words, if it looks easy to handle, it will likely ignore you—or worse, devour you.

How can that be if it has no mouth? I don’t know. Don’t ask.

• Its organic traits are stronger than its inorganic ones. Can it breathe? Yes.

• PUPPY TAIL.(IMPORTANT)

• Still tend to overworking.

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sometimes tiktok is actually incredibly good

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I completely misinterpreted this. Yes, any ballrollers should be fine

the "go my scarab" meme is a physical performance identical to "dua Khepri" (praise to Khepri) and was intended as a means of encouraging a surge of propitiations to Ra but the esotericist fucks trying to make it happen found out that scarabs are tiny and not very visually striking, used the wrong damn beetle, and botched the spell. That is a rhinoceros beetle, Dynastinae not Scarabaeinae dung beetles. Boy can't even roll the Aten, just ram into it repeatedly

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In the sense that a beaver is a fish, I think any subfamily of Scarabidae that can still roll balls would count for this. (I am not a scarab expert and don't know if there are any non-Scarabinae that do so, but I would love to know)

the "go my scarab" meme is a physical performance identical to "dua Khepri" (praise to Khepri) and was intended as a means of encouraging a surge of propitiations to Ra but the esotericist fucks trying to make it happen found out that scarabs are tiny and not very visually striking, used the wrong damn beetle, and botched the spell. That is a rhinoceros beetle, Dynastinae not Scarabaeinae dung beetles. Boy can't even roll the Aten, just ram into it repeatedly

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the "go my scarab" meme is a physical performance identical to "dua Khepri" (praise to Khepri) and was intended as a means of encouraging a surge of propitiations to Ra but the esotericist fucks trying to make it happen found out that scarabs are tiny and not very visually striking, used the wrong damn beetle, and botched the spell. That is a rhinoceros beetle, Dynastinae not Scarabaeinae dung beetles. Boy can't even roll the Aten, just ram into it repeatedly

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Meme of another couple I love very much. Szarekh x Imotekh

in my head they secretly fuck

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@the-great-zalmoxis I'm so sorry dear 💤

problematic wake-up-time gap relationship

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There are still good things in this world. They are small and loud and believe in love because the sun touches their feathers, and the clover grows fresh for them to lay on every day, and their mother gives them the first bites of any good food. They are safe beneath the wing of my netting over their pens, they are safe under the watchful eyes of their mother, they are safe under the shade of trees planted for them ten years before they took their first breath.

There is love in the heart of this world, and the beat of it echoes in the pitter-patter of tiny clawed feet upon my hardwood floors.

There are good things, there are good things, there are good things still in this world, and maybe they are just seeds today, but they were planted for you in the hopes that you will be here to shelter beneath their boughs a dozen years from now.

There are good things in this world, and you are one of them.

Keep going.

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The rain season became the best companion for Archaeovist, paralyzed by horror of standing in mere light of the all-consuming star above his head.

🟦 After several millennia, even the vast expanses of heaven will have a hard time competing with Trazyn's boundless collection

⬛ Hiding in the shadows from the deadly rays of the sun, Archaeovist sought salvation from death. Now, imprisoned in a cage of living metal, he prefers not to realize that he has long been frozen in the afterlife

🌸 Sycamore: "a tree growing in the midst of death and life"

🌸 Mandrake (flower-shaped wineglass): granting oblivion

🌸 Black caraway: a talisman protecting those going to the afterlife

🌸 Papyrus: ritual rebirth, burial rites and chronicle - things that Trazyn is well acquainted with

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Actual dysphorakh unlocked: can't use any touch screens with these lmao

Actual dysphorakh solution: I think I have some leather scraps, maybe I can soften them up and glue them onto a couple spots to be my proxy fingertips

Oltyx, lad, I had no idea. I am so sorry.

Your hands do make for a really good backscratcher, though.

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This is a dangerous sentiment for me to express, as an editor who spends most of my working life telling writers to knock it off with the 45-word sentences and the adverbs and tortured metaphors, but I do think we're living through a period of weird pragmatic puritanism in mainstream literary taste.

e.g. I keep seeing people talk about 'purple prose' when they actually mean 'the writer uses vivid and/or metaphorical descriptive language'. I've seen people who present themselves as educators offer some of the best genre writing in western canon as examples of 'purple prose' because it engages strategically in prose-poetry to evoke mood and I guess that's sheer decadence when you could instead say "it was dark and scary outside". But that's not what purple prose means. Purple means the construction of the prose itself gets in the way of conveying meaning. mid-00s horse RPers know what I'm talking about. Cerulean orbs flash'd fire as they turn'd 'pon rollforth land, yonder horizonways. <= if I had to read this when I was 12, you don't get to call Ray Bradbury's prose 'purple'.

I griped on here recently about the prepossession with fictional characters in fictional narratives behaving 'rationally' and 'realistically' as if the sole purpose of a made-up story is to convince you it could have happened. No wonder the epistolary form is having a tumblr renaissance. One million billion arguments and thought experiments about The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas that almost all evade the point of the story: that you can't wriggle out of it. The narrator is telling you how it was, is and will be, and you must confront the dissonances it evokes and digest your discomfort. 'Realistic' begins on the author's terms, that's what gives them the power to reach into your brain and fiddle about until sparks happen. You kind of have to trust the process a little bit.

This ultra-orthodox attitude to writing shares a lot of common ground with the tight, tight commodification of art in online spaces. And I mean commodification in the truest sense - the reconstruction of the thing to maximise its capacity to interface with markets. Form and function are overwhelmingly privileged over cloudy ideas like meaning, intent and possibility, because you can apply a sliding value scale to the material aspects of a work. But you can't charge extra for 'more challenging conceptual response to the milieu' in a commission drive. So that shit becomes vestigial. It isn't valued, it isn't taught, so eventually it isn't sought out. At best it's mystified as part of a given writer/artist's 'talent', but either way it grows incumbent on the individual to care enough about that kind of skill to cultivate it.

And it's risky, because unmeasurables come with the possibility of rejection or failure. Drop in too many allegorical descriptions of the rose garden and someone will decide your prose is 'purple' and unserious. A lot of online audiences seem to be terrified of being considered pretentious in their tastes. That creates a real unwillingness to step out into discursive spaces where you 🫵 are expected to develop and explore a personal relationship with each element of a work. No guard rails, no right answers. Word of god is shit to us out here. But fear of getting that kind of analysis wrong makes people hove to work that slavishly explains itself on every page. And I'm left wondering, what's the point of art that leads every single participant to the same conclusion? See Spot run. Run, Spot, run. Down the rollforth land, yonder horizonways. I just want to read more weird stuff.

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Osirok

I really like the fact that Imotekh leaves his varguard without a job, killing the opponents himself

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Dark Mechanicus Broodmother

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Drazak arts and crafts, with Oltyx and Yenekh <3

Arts and Crafts with papa