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Saim-Hann Eldar

by Miguel Mitchell Da Silva

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a loose, no-mask Tizyt.

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So, apparently… GW is launching a subscription-based streaming service.

I cannot express the immediate levels of revulsion I feel reading those words in that order. Ew. So much ew. Subscription-based media is such a grotesque and bloated platform.

I have to wonder if they recruited/bought out all of those Warhammer content creators (like the Astartes guy) so they could put a pricewall between us and their content, so we’d have to pay GW to see more of it.

I really hope that’s not the case and that we can watch that stuff for free and just enjoy cool Warhammer animations from talented people, but I’m not holding out any kind of hope. God I hope I’m wrong.

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It’s so easy to make that lot whine and cry like babies, y’all read the reviews if you want a good laugh

Have you read Rites of Passage by Mike Brooks? I'm only a little bit through it but it has LGBT rep that is in no way related to Slaanesh and seems to be very wholesome. And also is just a fun read with great prose and compelling characters.

I’ve read it, it’s quite an interesting read! Good characters orbiting a neat little microcosm of political intrigue.

Got review bombed pretty hard by some very angry gentlemen with some unshaven necks, because, y’know, 40k.

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First doodle of may, @baronofcaring‘s Sparka ;333

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I absolutely adore this art style

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As of now, I will never be able to think of Lelith again without also remembering that this exist,

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I’ll take 20

the supreme overlord of commorragh has become marketable

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Troupe Master Tizyt.

Monochromatic, beautiful dancers dedicated to the twisting body language of Cegorach, not wasting their time on spoken word.

Because, after all, seeing is believing. 

Wanted to design a Harlequin with a colour scheme is based off of silent films, a la The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari. High contrast black & white film with a sickeningly blue gel cover over it. 

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Commission for @tearofisha and @some-old-psyker, loved drawing this lovely lady, thanks guys! 💕 (Ana belongs to some-old-psyker)

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This just in, vatborn don’t have bellybuttons and get roasted af by their peers

Not much new lore-wise on the drukhari codex, but we do get to see a classic meme get a lil expansion: vatborn are actually decanted and taken away by muscleboys

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Like if you’re a deathworlder or a guard, sure? But the average, like in general??? That doesn’t seem right lmao 💀

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Hiearch Xharas of the Shrine of the Howling Tide.

A devout Khainite who’se devotion to the War Aspect is only surpassed by the one he bears for his former charge; Archon Kalista of the Split Tongue.

The Incubi of the Howling Tide take their names after the soulstones they forge into their armour. In battle their armour emits a psychic cacophony that drives even the best of foes to their knees.

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Bit a timeskip and change for the Incubi/Archon couple I drew previously, now with a promotion !

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The clowns need more love

Definitely didn’t try harder with one than the other

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Cute af

“Use your words.” (Drabble prompt)

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Ithandrahyl shut his mouth reflexively, stemming the wash of half-stuttered syllables flowing from his mouth. He was grateful for the helmet obscuring his face. Had it not been, he was sure the bewildered look beneath it would have only given him cause for further shame. “Apologies,” he said, coughing into his hand to center himself. “It has.... been some time since anyone was so forward with me.”

Kieranel put her hand on a cocked a hip. Her face was likewise obscured as his, though hers lay beneath the screaming visage of her banshee helm. Despite it, Ithandrahyl could hear the amused laughter in her words. “Then we are of similar mind, for it has been some time since I have encountered someone worth being so forward with.”

Kieranel raised her hands to her helmet. The seal around her neck broke with a his and she pulled it free. The banshee shook her head as she tucked the helmet under her arm and clipped it to her belt, blonde locks falling free of their confines to frame her face. Fierce blue eyes pierced right through Ithandrahyl’s featureless visor and found his as she stepped closer to him.

“Ithan,” Kieranel said, her voice dropping to a tender whisper. “Ithan, how long have we known each other?”

“Almost two centuries,” Ithandrahyl replied. His breath caught in his throat as he watched Kieranel raise her hands and place them on the sides of his helmet. Her thumbs found the seal and she flicked them open. Ithandrahyl’s vision blurred momentarily as his HUD disappeared and Kieranel lifted his helmet from his head.

“Two centuries,” Kieranel repeated, her voice a soft whisper. She took Ithandrahyl’s helmet and placed it on the ground beside them. Her gaze never left his, and Ithandrahyl was acutely aware of the adoration it held. “And do you know for how many of those two hundred years I have pined for you, Spiritseer? How many nights I resided in my bed forcing myself to swallow my emotions and think of something, anything, other than you?”

Ithandrahyl shook his head. Kieranel’s hands rose to cup his face, her thumbs sweeping gently back and forth across his cheeks.

“Too many,” she whispered. “Too many wasted without the warmth of your embrace to send me to sleep. Ithan...” Kieranel bit her lip. “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t pretend. Can’t pretend like I don’t love you. Because I do. I love you, Ithandrahyl Thyndralian. I have loved you for more cycles than I care to admit.”

The Spiritseer found himself unable to speak. Words buzzed through his head like angry hornets, yet none would cooperate to cross his lips and allow him to admit his own subdued feelings. He opened his mouth to try, but only succeeded in floundering like a fish out of water. Kieranel smiled, though it was tinged with a hurt sadness. 

“It’s okay,” she said. He hands dropped from his cheeks to rest on his shoulders. “You don’t have to love me back. I just had to tell you, to get it off my chest and-”

“But I do.” The Spiritseer seemed to stun himself as much as he did Kieranel with his sudden outburst. His jaw flapped open and closed as he willed himself to keep speaking, to build the momentum and meet her. “I do... Kiera...” Ithandrahyl swallowed thickly. “Kiera, I have been enamored with you the moment I first saw your eyes, and the confidence of your smile. And I have loved you since-”

Ithandrahyl did not get to finish his sentence. Kieranel had heard enough. Hands cupping his face again, the banshee pulled the Spiritseer down to her level and kissed him with all the ferocity her aspect was known for.

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Holy shit this is gorgeous

The Kabal of the Split Tongue; reavers, pirates and scourges banded under the enigmatic Archon Kalista.

Here are some of the closest members of the Archon’s entourage

Aerax (Left); a Nightfiend particularly obsessed with the Archon (I wonder what deal she struck in Aelindrach). This eldritch warrior can always be found in her shadow, emanating an aura of cold dread that does much to turn away the blade of assassins.

Kalista (Center); a lowborn reaver turned Archon, Kalista is a cunning strategist and plotter. Allied to the Kabal of the Flayed Skull, she assembled a large following of gang leaders, criminal warriors and pirates under her banner

Taellyn (Right);  Kalista’s bodyguard and lover. A former Striking Scorpion with a penchant for ultraviolence, Taellyn abandonned her craftworld to seek vengeance on the Hierarch who slew and stole the armour and soulstone of her Exarch. After decades of battle (and death) in the Dark City she became known for her undying loyalty to her Archon and her particular hatred for the Incubi

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I swear all you can do is laugh nowadays

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