#The Raven and the Snake

[poison-erica-art]

FINALLY, i can't believe it's finally here!!! 😍😍😍

I present you "The Raven and the Snake - vol. 1" of the so talented @choccy-milky, finally in my own physical book version 😍❤️❤️❤️!

I was more excited about this one cause it's the beginning of choccy's story, and it's been so long since the last time i read these firsts chapters that i can't wait to start all over again! 🥰🥰🥰 (of course, right after i finish the book i'm currently reading xD)

Notes: This is just for my personal collection (no selling involved). Wait for more update of the next volumes in the next months ❤️ (especially you, @choccy-milky 😘).

P.s.: i did not forget about who asked me about a tutorial to format a book. It's just a bit too long process to explain and a lot of technical words that i don't know in my own language (let alone in english XD), that it will take a while to do. BUT i'm planning to post something about it in the future, at least to explain the big part of the work behind it.

[atlaspbody]

You made us laugh and you made us cry. You made us fall in love with Clora and Sebastian, in a beautiful story that only you could tell. You've worked hard and continue to do so, in order to share your writing and your drawings with us, and it all started a year ago today. So, I would like to congratulate you @choccy-milky, on the 1-year anniversary of your fanfic, "The Raven and The Snake". I also want to thank you for all the time and effort you put into sharing your amazing talents with us all.

[lovesicklovermia]

Peering through her lashes, Effie couldn’t feel anything other than amused at Celeste’s antics. Apparently, launching yourself backwards in a dramatic attempt to harvest some pumpkin’s was the blonde girl's idea of fun, and as her senior by three years, she couldn’t find it in herself to tell her that mud was currently splattering her dress. For somebody with a mother so unruly, and a father so…whatever her father could be classed as, after one azkaban visit and years of fighting enemies beforehand, Effie was surprisingly avoidant towards dirt and muck. Besides, despite the comparisons between a fourteen year old and a nine year old, she had half a mind to ask Lewis how on Earth to deal with Celeste. The handshake could stay between the siblings, though. Perhaps it kept them under control.

Yet, sitting away from the children, were two old friends, who although had lived awfully different lives, had spent the day together. Winnie, from her universe into her dear friends, had come back with only her daughter - for her own partner seemed like he’d be too much for poor Sebastian, who was currently with Lewis, carrying him around on his back. Anyway, what was worse than arguing with yourself, only in a universe where you had dealt the time for your felonies?

Either way, the catch-up was nice. 

The pair were never two to get awfully philosophical. In fact, their jokes were almost respite from the traumatic fifth year they’d both experienced, each with very different ends. Winnie’s wrong and disappointing choices, Clora’s struggles with men that couldn’t understand ‘no’, their joint pain and hardships.

“Do you think we did everything right?” Clora’s voice came out almost in a squeak, and it made Winnie glance up from the lovingly-made sandwich she’d been given. The taller girl was quick in her answer.

“Clearly not. I mean, you definitely didn’t.” Win’ teased, nodding her head in the direction of Clora’s husband. 

Clora only huffed, a tiny smile etched upon her face. “Winifred, please, I’m being serious.”

Winifred leaned back at that, a contemplating look on her face. “Do you feel that you need to be?”

That felt like an utterly serious question, so Clora, of course, sat up and frowned at those words. Winnie could distinguish the cogs turning in the blonde’s brains, so she took a moment to glance over at her own daughter. Effie’s hair was dark and coiled like Winnie’s, dark skin colour too, yet with a freckled complexion, and coffee-brown eyes. Remnants of scars from teenage acne danced across her face, and it seemed her eyebrows were permanently in an expression of confusion. She had tied her pinafore dress with a towel from the Three Broomsticks, like some cosplay of her mother.

“It confuses me.” Clora’s reply, so honest in her words, made Winnie immediately turn back to glance at her. Clora was uncommon in admitting confusion, at least Winifred thought so, so she listened intently. “I’m so used to perfecting everything - back in school, I mean. Everything had to be perfect to pass, and for trials.” Her voice felt solemn, reflective. “It’s just strange to me that I haven’t felt that in some time.” 

Winifred didn’t feel the same way. Winnie was lazy to the core, half-assed the keepers trials, and due to her lazy behaviour, got her now-boyfriend a one-way (or so she thought) ticket to Azkaban.

“And the problem is, you don’t know what sort of strange.” Clora continued. “It’s for the better, I know. Yet, there’s some kind of guilt. Maybe it’s because they don’t know the full extent of everything.” Her tone had shifted now. Although she spoke of guilt, her tone seemed reflective, almost curious as to the inner-workings of her young children’s minds.

“Effie’s fourteen - she knows now.” Winnie started in some effort of a thoughtful reply. “Take it from someone with some alternate-universe Sallow child - she shrugged and turned back to playing football.” 

Clora couldn’t help but smile at that, and her smile only widened as she was practically knocked out of her chair by her daughter, launching herself at her mother, giggles flooding the patio space. Lewis dragged his feet as he walked behind, open book in hand, climbing onto the chair, squashed beside his mother. 

Effie stood, some far steps away from her mother, and glancing up at the man beside her, gave an awkward nod. “Fair play.” She mumbled, much to Sebastian’s confusion. Effie always had a blank, unamused look on her face, and it was even more obvious today. “My version of you could barely lift a shopping bag. But, you don’t need to keep impressing your wife.” 

How could you respond to that? Sebastian simply didn’t, other than a somewhat-amused look.

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thought daughter problems and motherhood with ms clora clemons (SALLOW NOW!!) w winnie ms never serious ever

@choccy-milky sorry i swear your fanfic is too good that i had to write for ur lovely characters again!! i hope thats okay, i got inspired by ur amazing work from yesterday!!

also i dont really know how the hogwarts legacy alternate universe things work so take it like the avengers alternate universe pls

[dcvina-claires]

i am a tragedy enjoyer before i am human

[cupcakeshakesnake]

First fanart has to be a meme

And the second, and the third...

[foxglovevibes]

@choccy-milky, I mean, at least we know him being him will make Clora eventually learn to keep on her toes and actually be prepared for unexpected visitors 🤣🤣🤣

seb, the only guy clora needs to watch out for is you LMAO👀💖 ((based off a scene from the newest chap of my fic, which you can read here!))

[tapeworrmart]

Some of my fav fan arts I did in 2024! 🦂💖

This year I took mental health leave from uni and therefore I spent a lot of time having nothing to do other than draw and put all my energy there. It was difficult not to let it consume me, and I think in future I want to put less pressure on myself. But I think my art has really come a way this year with focus on multiple character peices and more colour :). Hope to keep drawing things I love, and thank you to those who liked what I do this year, really appreciate you 💖

[oldjewelryfeed]

Antique French Gothic MEMENTO MORI Silver Pocket Watch-Enamel Grim Reaper Dial

[dennisman0123]

FOXHOUND 😮

[searchingforglendowerwithleah]

Hey guys for my mental health can we all ignore Noah being the hanged man card and focus on Ronan being the Lovers

[rosie-toast]

Peepaw let the goth kids take over alaska

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

ma’am, this is a wendy’s crisp and dips…

In honor of the C&D Diner event going on in the JP server, I did my best to recreate the iconic Crisp and Dips Burger with onion rings and fries! I also made a vanilla milkshake and some (just salted!) popcorn. The dips on the side are a garlic aioli and a spicy ketchup; the sauce in the burger is a cheddar cheese-based one. Leona came to munch on the four beef patties and Jade is here serving the food—

The fries, onion rings, dipping sauces, burger sauce, popcorn, pickles, shake, and patties are all homemade 🫶 Basically only the sesame bun, raw veggies, and bacon weren’t homemade ^^;;

And now time to eat—

[gabriel-seths-pr-assistant]

Do space marines wear any normal clothes, like something a baseline human in Imperium would wear but made for their size? I'm new to warhammer and in most art of them I have seen they are either in armor or naked in underwear.

Yes, Space Marines do have "normal" clothes for everyday use.

They will often use their power armour for formal occasions since it's more impressive and intimidating — one of my favourite Gabriel Seth moments is in the short story Know Thyself by Andy Smillie when an Inquisitor pays the Flesh Tearers a surprise visit and Seth is literally not wearing pants:

Seth knelt in the Reclusiam’s centre, naked save for an ashen tunic that draped his broad frame.

Seth has to send two battle-brothers to distract the Inquisitor while he scrambles into his power armour to make a good first impression. 😂

However, as I have mentioned earlier, wearing power armour for extended periods of time creates an ungodly body odour. So when they're not in a combat AO, Astartes wear various types of formal, military, or casual clothes.

In general, Astartes are warrior-monks and will often wear monastic robes and habits (which can be quickly shed for a duel or close combat like Jedi in Star Wars:)

However, some Chapters also follow the fashions of their homeworld.

Here are some descriptions of Astartes clothes from the canon:

Ultramarines

Ultramarines are culturally inspired by Ancient Rome and often wear tunics or togas when performing administrative duties among mortals:

— Marneus Calgar.

Messinius was garbed in simple clothes: loose trousers, boots and a tunic that left his massive arms bare. He enjoyed the freedom of movement they gave him. So much of his life was spent enclosed in ceramite, he enjoyed being free of it.

— The Avenging Son.

They spoke in Guilliman’s library, his most sacred sanctum. Guilliman had removed the Armour of Fate, though it physically pained him to do so. Like Maxim, he wore a tunic and trousers. The primarch’s clothes were ultra­marine blue to Maxim’s forest green, and unlike Maxim’s heavily embroidered garb, Guilliman wore no decoration besides the buckle stamped with the ultima that fastened his belt. As usual, he sat at his desk, working while he talked.

— Godblight.

However, Ultramarines also have more formal wear:

Sicarius left his former quarters a short while later. He had donned a gilt-edged red cloak and light carapace breastplate over his training fatigues.

Prabian wore fatigues and light training armour like Sicarius, but he also had a small combat shield strapped to his left arm and wore a sheathed gladius at his left hip. A soft blue cloak with a silver trim swished in his wake.

— Knights of Macragge.

War Hounds

We also get descriptions of formal wear from the Great Crusade era, specifically the War Hounds (early World Eaters):

He looked at Dreagher again. Like Khârn, the man was dressed in white, bands of blue glittering across the high-collared tunic, boots and gauntlets a dark ceremonial blue rather than functional shipboard grey. The Emperor's lightning-bolt emblem gleamed at his collar and shoulder. His dress matched Khârn's own: the formal garments with which the War Hounds symbolised they were about their most solemn business.

— After Desh'ea.

Dark Angels

Dark Angels embrace the ascetic warrior-monk aesthetic to a very high degree:

— Will of Iron.

Space Wolves

Like most Fenrisians, Space Wolves wear furs and deerskin leather clothes:

Arjac moved to the other side of the throne to Fenrir so that he could see the vid-feed from the frigate approaching the space hulk. Like the Lord of Fenris, he was not in his armour, but dressed in a hide tunic and leggings, his arms banded with leather totem cords hung with fangs and bones, his thick belt riveted with iron honour badges. His freshly shaved scalp shone with the speckled starlight from the display. He dragged his fingers through his thick, newly trimmed beard.

‘It’s your pack, you choose the marking,’ growled Ullr. He was out of his armour too, but unlike the grey robes of Gaius and his companions he wore hide breeches tied with thongs from ankle to knee and a fur-lined jerkin that left arms and chest exposed.

— The Wolftime.

Blood Angels

In Dante, Dante himself dresses casually in red and gold day robes while doing office work. In Devastation of Baal, Dante also asks the assembled representatives of the Blood Angels Successor Chapters to attend a meeting in their day robes:

Erwin looked around, his curiosity piqued by the diversity of men who staffed his brother Chapters. As a last symbol of peace (although Erwin thought it more to save space) Dante had ordered that they attend in their day robes. These were almost as varied as their wearers.

— Devastation of Baal.

Blood Drinkers

The Blood Drinkers' homeworld, San Guisiga, is described as a hot, volcanic planet criss-crossed with lava rivers. In addition, a mutation of the mucranoid geneseed organ causes the Blood Drinkers' skin glands to atrophy, giving them very dry, itchy skin. As a result of the hot climate and skin irritation, the Blood Drinkers wear loose trousers and tend to go shirtless:

Chapter Master Caedis worked in his chambers. He was stripped to the waist; baggy, blood-red trousers on his lower half, soft black boots on his feet and a black tabard hanging between his legs – the manner of dress all Blood Drinkers affected when out of their battle-plate. The battle-barge was warm, the way the Blood Drinkers preferred; warm as the volcanic halls of San Guisiga, warm as blood.

— Death of Integrity.

Novamarines

The Novamarines, an Ultramarines Successor Chapter, lean more towards the battle-monks aesthetics:

Like him, he wore a bone-coloured habit, a deep-blue tabard hanging down the front displaying the Chapter badge: a skull surrounded by a stylised starburst. A silver sash embroidered with many campaign markings, the honours of a Deathwatch kill-team veteran, crossed the brother’s chest.

— Death of Integrity.

Entertainingly, in Death of Integrity, the Novamarines invite the Blood Drinkers to a formal dinner before embarking on a joint campaign and then fret among themselves about what to wear when welcoming the other Chapter, discussing the symbolic value of different attires. They finally decide on wearing their armour because they want to show the Blood Drinkers that the Novamarines are ready to follow the other Chapter into battle.

Iron Snakes

The Iron Snakes are heavily inspired by Ancient Greece, which also shows in their clothing:

Barefoot and dressed in a loose white chiton, Priad stood on the marble deck of the observation platform at the summit of the Chapter House's fortress.

— Brothers of the Snake.

Raven Guard

Agapito was dressed in black trousers and a sleeveless tunic. His arms bulged with muscles studded with the silvery wink of nerve shunt ports. His pale skin was shadowed by subcutaneous black carapace.

— Lord of Shadows.

Unnumbered Sons

His wargear was held in a makeshift armoury Daelus had set up at one side of the room. He left his armour on its stand and dressed himself in a loose tunic and trousers, pulled on his boots, and belted his bolt pistol around his waist. It was freezing in the station, but he didn’t feel it, and besides, nowhere was as cold as those millennia on board Cawl’s vessel. It was good to be out of his armour for a while. He had a loathing of confinement.

— The Great Work.

Areios had a few inches on the Firstborn Messinius. Neither of them wore their armour. Messinius was dressed in simple robes, Areios the off-duty uniform of short-sleeved tunic and trousers common to all the Unnumbered Sons.

— Throne of Light.

Knights Errant (early Grey Knights)

Clad in a long chiton of unadorned grey over a tan bodyglove with plastek-seals over his armour interface sockets, he was armed only with a few gardening tools hanging from a leather work belt.

— Luna Mendex.

Night Lords

In the Night Lords omnibus by ADB, the Night Lords are described as wearing robes or traditional Legion tunics (those of them that can still remove their armour, that is).

I hope this gave you a fair idea of how Space Marines might dress when they're not wearing armour. 😊

If others have more examples, feel free to add them!

[dhamcestor]

wowie thanks so much for the new team shirts mister ocelot

[saphosticated]

President Snow: So petty he started a fight with a species of bird.

[literallyjusttoa]

I remembered that mouse I gave Apollo a while ago so I made a couple of sketches for him. His name is Phulax and he deserves the world actually.