#Pre-dreadnought

[dieselfutures]

Pre-'dreadnought' battleships in line ahead formation steaming at speed through the night - Montague Dawson

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Iron Warriors

by Serdjek Sholohovshek

[clove-pinks]

Coward from 1889 can't handle a butch lady ship in the Age of Steam.

[igimacigy]

[alphamecha-mkii]

Dreadnought by lieqi hun

[llamagoddessofficial]

Hmmm... The new guy is *kinda* weird... (How did he get in here?)

Okay, this gave me a real giggle. You win

[grayrazor]

I like how the side profile of metal steamships gradually changed from /_\ to |_| to \_/

[potoman]

I didn't think an AI could make me cry laughing but I'll take the free endorphins

[kinsey3furry300]

Had my character contemplately stack it several times in a row in a computer game and someone said I had all the grace and elegance of French pre-Drednaught design, and I have never seen better Autistic hate mail. Well done to everyone involved . Tumblr, take notes.

[envisitadecortesia]

En busca del acorazado perfecto

A las 8:30 horas de la mañana del 29 de mayo de 1920 el vigía marítimo daba aviso de la aproximación de un buque de guerra de la Regia Marina italiana. Antes de cruzar la bocana redució su marcha y efectuó el protocolario saludo a la plaza, primero izó en su palo mayor la bandera española y disparó una salva de 21 cañonazos que fueron contestados por las baterías del castillo de Montjuic. Después…

[wh40kartwork]

Unification Wars Battle Scene

by Oscar Obando

[xenomama]

CW NSFW Ahead

18+ Minors DNI

The DreadNought

word count: 1k

Monsterfucker, CNC, pet-play(?), virginity (loss of), biting, size difference, belly bulge, oral, overstimulation, creampie

The DreadNought, a terrifying humanoid beast with horns and claws and fangs. The villagers feared it above all else, and yet here it was, towering over me, my body tiny and feeble compared to the massive size of it, its long black hair draping down around my head, brushing against my skin.  

It opened its jaws, and I squeezed my eyes shut, expecting it to tear off my head in a single bite. But instead, I felt something wet against my cheek. I opened my eyes to see the beasts tongue against my cheek, the pink muscle lapping at my skin. I shivered, the wetness of the beasts saliva cold against my skin, as I whimpered with fear and confusion. I thought the beast would eat me, or kill me at the very least, but instead, it appeared to be... playing with me. 

“mmh...ngghhh...mmmnn” 

It made a sound. Is it trying to talk?  

“mmnn...naaacc...rrrr...” 

Nacr? Is that its name? 

“naa...cc...rooo...mm...naacroomm” 

Nacrom. So that’s what it calls itself. What a pretty name. I wondered where it got it from. As it continued to lick at my skin, I felt its claws move from the side of my head down my side and caress my waist, before gripping my thigh. It squeezed it gently, causing me to squeak and shiver, before it moved its hand up between my thighs to grope at my clothed pussy. I whimpered and tried to squeeze my legs shut, but its hand was too big, and I couldn’t close them completely.  

After a minute of groping at me, it moved its hand upward to pull my shorts down, revealing my wet pussy. It moved its head down, lowering itself towards my core. I trembled as it opened its mouth, its tongue curling out to lick at my wetness, making me yelp. It continued to lick at my core, its nose rubbing against my sensitive bud, making me moan in pleasure. It dipped its tongue inside, the soft, long appendage wriggling inside my tight virgin hole. 

I reached down to grab at its giant curling horns, making the beast growl out as it pulled its tongue out, moving its head upwards towards my chest, pushing my shirt up and biting down on one of my breasts, taking the other in its giant clawed hand. I moaned as it groped and bit and licked at my breasts, making my core even wetter than its tongue had. 

As it continued its ministrations, I felt something warm rubbing against my leg. I looked down to see its massive cock pressed against my leg, already leaking pre-cum as it humped against me. I whimpered when I realized what it wanted. There was no way that thing would fit inside me. The beast reached down and grabbed my legs, spreading them open and revealing my tight sopping hole. I squeezed my eyes shut and started to cry as the huge creature above me pressed its tip against my hole, and started to slowly push in.  

I screamed as it pushed inside, the stretch burning with pain as the beast tried to fit itself inside me. I felt its long messy hair brush my skin as it lowered its head and started to lick at my breasts once again, the pleasure from its soft cold tongue easing the pain as it continued to push further inside, stretching my hole to fit its massive cock, until finally it bottomed out inside me. It stayed still for a moment, as if allowing me to adjust to its size, before it started to move, pulling out until just the tip was inside before slamming back in, the head hitting the deepest spot inside me and making me scream with pain and pleasure. It continued to lick and bite at my breasts as it slammed in and out of my hole, molding it to the shape of its cock.  

“Gooood… peeett…” 

It spoke again, but I couldn’t understand it, too lost in the feeling of being fucked for the first time to focus on its deep gravely voice in my ear. After a while, my screams of pain turned to moans of ecstasy, my body now welcoming the enormous intrusion between my legs, begging for it even, as my core suddenly clenched and fluttered around the beast as I reached my first orgasm, my pussy leaking onto the hard stone floor below me. I heard the beast above me grunt as it fucked me through my orgasm, it’s pace never slowing as it continued to ram into my hole, bringing me to another orgasm soon after.  

Now overstimulated and desperate, my eyes rolled back into my head as the beast above me only continued to pound into me, though now, its thrusts were getting sloppy, a sure sign that it was close to its own orgasm. I came for a third time, and as my core squeezed around the beast, I felt its thrusts become harder and deeper, if possible, as my tight fluttering pussy milked its cock, the beast reaching its orgasm soon after my own. I moaned as I felt the hot ropes of its cum fill my womb and pussy, some of it seeping out because of the sheer amount it pumped into me.  

It remained inside for a few moments before pulling out its soft length, its seed dripping out in thick globs as I laid on the stone floor, panting and sweating, my pussy feeling empty after the size of the beast had been pulled out of me. The beast leaned over me, sticking out its tongue to lick at my cheek once again, as I drifted off to sleep, my ears just barely picking up the last thing the beast said.  

“myyyyy...peeeet...” 

[carionto]

C'mon, Really? Look, Just, Let Me Help You!

Humans: We need to have a talk about your secret war plans against us.

Aliens: W-what? No, that's not it, how-

H: Our intelligence operative are very good. Don't pretend these [throws folder on the table that scatters hundreds of pages of classified documents all over] aren't yours.

A: F-Fine! Yes! We made plans about how we should fight you if we ever got into a war. We admit it! What do you want?

H: Huh? No, what I'm trying to say is, why do your plans suck?

A: Err... what?

H: Yeah, compared to our plans and war games, you don't seem to utilize all the advantages you have against us. There's not as much coordination and specialization of forces as we expect in our simulations. What gives?

A: You've lost me.

H: Look, every civilization should run military simulations against EVERY existing party, not just the ones you're natural competitors, or ones you see as antagonistic. Hell, while we were "vanished" our military literally had nothing else to do and spent a solid 200 years making up every kind of scenario against every single potential power we might end up encountering once we "reappeared".

Honestly, there are so many things we are shocked about once we got our hands on your plans, I legitimately don't know where is the best place to begin.

Okay, for starters, why don't any of your plans include making use of our superior technology? It would work, we tested it as well. We built a scale model of one of your capital ships, plopped one of our fusion reactors in and BAM, shields and weapons instantly became on par with our Destroyers, and could even do some serious damage to our Dreadnoughts (for a few seconds before our counterattack vaporizes it, but that's besides the point), so we know your technology is fully capable of handling us.

A: For the millionth time, we are not using unstable power sources that could totally blow us up at any point!

H: It is safe! Those things only have a 0.002 percent chance to fail, and a one in six hundred thousand chance of THAT resulting in an explosion. We've only had twelve incidents the entire time we've been using them.

A: No.

H: Well you ain't winning a war against us with that attitude.

But anyway, one other thing your plans never do is blow up Earth and irradiate the shipyard orbits, what gives?

A: That's an abominable crime against, well, EVERYTHING!

H: Weak. But okay. One other thing though, and this one is just baffling, your deployments and gathering locations are always in the most obvious and convenient places. Those are, no joke, where we would place recon units and prepare ambushes the moment we even got a hint of a whiff of hostility from you. How come you never seem to account for us expecting you to do the obvious and pre-emptively counter that. And inversely, you never expect us to not be in the logical places where we should be.

A: I think my head is spinning from that. What?

H: Reverse psychology? Predictive behavior, or whatever it's called, not a psychologist. If you want to win against your enemy, you have to think like your enemy first.

You look dizzy. I know it's a lot to take in, but we'll guide you through this. Think of it as homework. After we have a more thorough meeting on this subject, we'll wait and let you figure things out back in your secret HQ's. But, if the plans we acquire later still won't account for the things we discussed, we'll be very disappointed.

[enriquemzn262]

Battleships, Battlecruisers, heavy cruisers, coastal defense ships and pre-dreadnoughts of WW2

[captain-price-unofficially]

French pre-dreadnought battleship Henry IV in the Dardanelles, ca. 1915

[prometheus023]

Kellogg's Khorne Flakes - 5th Ed World Eaters

In returning to 40k 5th Ed, one of the quickest, easiest and (at the time) most inexpensive lists I could build was a Khorne Berserker list. Two boxes of the old Berserkers gave me 24 angry Bois for about $110 AUD. That divided up nicely into 3 squads of 8 Berserkers. Add a Lord and a Dreadnought, it made an easy 1,000 pt list that existed to run at the enemy and punch.

Lets meet the gang shall we?

This is the first of the 3 Squads, the Skull Champions in the squads haven't been named yet. I went with the Pre-Herey white and blue scheme as a deliberate homage to two of my favourite armies I saw at local tournaments around 15 years ago.

One Berserker Squad runs a power Weapon on its Champion along with two Plasma Pistols to be a little cheaper - while the other two squads both run with a power fist and 3 Plasma Pistols.

Here you can see some of the ways I helped make the Champions stand out. They all have the same Skull shoulder pad and some alternate heads which were spares I had lying around from my AoS Khorne army.

Then we have the first of 3 Dreadnoughts/Hellbrutes. This is Tana the Bold. I've tried to give each Dreadnought a little Lore snippet, here's his:

A respected, albeit impetuous warrior, a characteristic that saw this former praetor of the War Hounds cut down in battle and interred in a Dreadnought long before they were reunited with their Primarch. Time has not been kind to Tana, as becomes increasingly unstable the longer he has remained active. This once great leader is now little more than a raging whirlwind for Chaos Lord Kellogg to unleash upon the battlefield when it pleases him to do so.

Then there's Kellogg. A simple head swap on the Master of Executions made for a fierce looking Lord to lead this force. He started out devastating in his early days, but once people wizened up to what he can do, he can often be seen copping a Demolisher Cannon to the face or getting singled out by a Vindicare Assassin.

A cruel and bitter officer who reluctantly gave up the Legion's former title 'The War Hounds', Kellogg resented what became of his peers very quickly after Angron assumed command. In the warrior lodges he attempted to air his grievances but found only scorn. Increasingly alienated within the World Eaters, Kellogg feared his ferocity and continued successes were the only thing keeping him safe from demotion or worse. Since the Heresy, all other motives have been eroded, leaving a twisted shell of a warrior consumed by rage and the need to be in control at all times. The contradictory nature of these two behaviours has driven him well beyond insanity as his endless frustration spurs him on from one slaughter to the next...

Next up, over the last year I have gradually added more vehicles and Daemons to the army...