#Princeps

[moonlight1472]

[okaydrawboy]

The Roman Republic - Hastati (Front), Principes (Middle), and Triarii (Back)

[tagedeszorns]

Princeps Radbeka Tindra

Born on Holy Mars during the early days of the Great Crusade and enrolled in the Collegia Titanica, Tindra became Moderati Secundus to the Reaver-pattern Titan "Vulpecula" at age 15. She won the right to Princeps the God Machine at 26 when supporting the Third Legion Astartes. Vulpecula fell during an assault on a non-compliant human world in the Angelus subsector, resulting in the death of the previous Princeps and Moderati Primus. Long mutual recovery of both Tindra and Vulpecula resulted in an unusually close bond between them; their desire to be healthy, to survive, to win, to be the most flawless pairing drove them forward together. Tindra's first orgasm was induced upon connection to Vulpecula in battle for the first time. The supreme intimacy of understanding her machine so completely lit a fire in her blood that could never be reached through mere human contact. Upon the Third Legion's participation of the purging at Istvaan III, Tindra and her crew wept with carnal pleasure as their enemies burned in plasma fire around them. Vulpecula whispers to her in her wombtank, promises of untold pleasures and dark desires desperate to be fulfilled…

Text by @sonofdorn-vii

Another project: Chaos Titan Crew that's not been absorbed by their God Machine, but instead remained themselves - with all the advantages and disadvantages of having the eyes of the Gods on them.

As usual, censored for Tumblr. Real deal can be seen here.

[kylekatarnandadmiralthrawn]

princeps and titan

[the-sisters-library]

Can you save us a bit of the overdone doom and gloom with a bright spot? Maybe an example of a villain getting what they deserve? A sign of hope?

I can provide both, anon! But I have different moments in mind for each. So I’ll start with the sign of hope.

From Titandeath, which focuses on Legio Solaria, a women-only Titan Legion, led by their Great Mother, Mohana Mankata Vi, the princeps and human soul of the Warlord Titan Luxor Invictoria. She’s already very old at the start of the book and is making plans to pass on the role to her daughter. She sustains mortal wounds in battle. And so her life support is, reverentially and with love of her family, terminated.

What’s remarkable about what comes next is that Black Library actually shows us what happens to a virtuous soul in the Warp in the afterlife. And it would seem that there is some hope after all.

This is a very long excerpt, but I couldn't come up with a way to cut it well.

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"A button press began the end of Mohana Mankata Vi's life.

There was wind upon her skin. She was youthful again, and free of the tank and the infirmities of age. Her steed Hamaj tensed between her legs, eager to surge forward into the landscape before them. The dark forest lay behind. Ahead, there was nothing but golden grasses as far as the eye could see, the kind of landscape a rider could lose themselves in forever. Downy seeds brushed against skin warmed perfectly by the setting sun.

'Come, Hamaj,' she whispered. The horse needed no encouragement, but sprang into a gallop straightaway, arrowing through the grasslands towards forever.

A heaven, of sorts. But it could not last. A diabolical laugh cut the sky, making it bleed. Grass wilted where the sound travelled. The earth shook. The wound in the sky spread its bloody lips. opening up a vista of madness, an ocean of energy where monsters waited to devour her.

'Stop!' she commanded. But Hamaj did not heed her, and plunged onwards. The ground shook and began to break into fragments. Soil frittered away into multi-coloured vapour. Grass launched itself at the growing rift like arrows loosed. An invisible force pulled at her soul, dragging her towards the waiting maelstrom of sharp eyes and teeth. Hamaj whinnied in panic and fell into the yawning nothingness. The last parts of the prairie vision evaporated, leaving her alone.

Otherworldly predators circled, ready to tear her to shreds. Mohana Mankata Vi screamed. This was the reality of the warp. This was what the Imperial Truth hid. At the last moment, she felt utterly betrayed, and understood finally why the traitors had turned. White-winged things with rasping mouths dived at her through looping whirls of impossible colours. She floated helplessly. Through will alone she shifted herself aside from a swooping beast, its razored fins caught her, and her soul's arm bled light. The creatures turned, excited by the sent of corposant upon the empyrean's current, and dived. She closed her eyes, wishing it all to be over.

A great song played. The loudest war-horn she had ever heard blasted across the non-space of the warp, and foundry heat beat at her back. She opened her eyes to find herself surrounded by a golden light, and the creatures fled before it. Trembling, she turned.

A vast being filled eternity. She had the impression of a human form though the entity was too large for a mortal eye to encompass. Its blood and bones were grinding cogs, its thoughts living streams of plasma, its eye lenses the size of galaxies.

An iron door appeared in the maze of machinery in front of her. She looked up, searching for a face, and saw a shining entity looking back down that turned from flesh to light to mechanism and back. Through the door radiated the familiar, plasmic warmth of Luxor Invictoria's reactor. She sensed its machine soul, more apparent to her now, not almost alive but truly living thanks to the grace of her Machine-God.

A voice spoke within her, beautiful as the finest singer, grating as the mightiest machine. Where there is service, there is life, it said. It is time.

Mohana Mankata Vi passed through the portal, where, for one last, ultimate time, she joined with the spirit of the TItan."

[richo1915]

[almosteverythingnerd]

[figlidiroma]

Caro princeps, di cui porto come secondo nome l'appellativo, fondatore della città in cui sono nata, saggio, pio, stoico principe pronto a sporcarsi le mani di sangue, che moristi solo, circondato da spettatori - e lo sapevi bene, dopo aver perso tutti i tuoi cari cui eri sopravvissuto, tu dalla salute malcerta. Sempre tua, Amelia.

Fotografia dell'accesso al Mausoleo di Augusto scattata ieri 23 settembre 2024, giorno natale del princeps, attorno alla cui tomba fervono i lavori per la nuova piazza spesata da privati che già si sono intestati quel poco spazio non occupato dai cantieri. Metter mano alla tomba di Augusto, a dire il vero, non portò bene mai a nessuno, né al pelato di piazza Venezia, né a Veltroni e alla sua parte. Chissà che ne sarà di questi: speriamo in bene per Roma, perché il resto, francamente, importa poco.

[lichromantic]

Rusty the Ruststalker (he/him) Remaining flesh: ~40kg / 88lbs Zodiac sign: Aries Occupation: assassin Hobbies: mauling, assault & battery, assassination attempts, playfully swiping at his friends and letting the volitor implant stop the blade inches before contact

[catilinas]

why is my cat a snail now

[sinnamon-toast-roll]

The color wheel art thing but its the Gunner Channel (plus some honorary Gunner Channel members)

[okaydrawboy]

Roman Republic - Princeps

[snototter]

An American pika (Ochotona princeps) collects flowers in Wyoming, USA

by Gregory "Slobirdr" Smith

[kylekatarnandadmiralthrawn]

galaxies tiniest princeps (in galaxies biggest titan)

[nevlartery]

It feels like I did this a million years ago