#colm corbec

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[a-wayfairing-stranger]

Lucky.

A little thing to try and work out Tabitha and Colm’s relationship, its a bit rough but its something.

The night was bright, the air warm, the sound of music and laughter was carried on the pleasant breeze, A party was happening in the camp, a rare sight indeed, but one which was deserved, a victory, another planet saved, another job well done.

Tabitha Basteel sat a fair distance away from the main party and sipped her tea. She'd been working for almost two days straight in the hospital, and was ordered to take time off, but even now sitting here she couldn’t make herself tired.

The breeze carried the smell of sweetness towards her and she smiled, she knew the smell of a cigar when she smelt it.

“Colm..” 

Colonel Colm Corbec was a prime example of the men of Tanith, he was big and brawny, with frazzled graying hair and a beard you could hide a lasgun in, his arms bore the swirly blue tattoos of his homeworld and he usually had a cigar clenched between his teeth, he looked imposing but underneath it all he was a gentle, caring man.

“Tabby cat.”

He sat next to her with a sigh “How are you?”

“Tired..”

To emphasize her point Tabitha rested her head on Colm’s shoulder, he smiled and stroked her hair, brushing a strand away from her face. 

“You need to look after yourself, you're no use to anyone when you’re dead on your feet.”

Tabitha smiled, “You sound like My Father.”

“Old enough to be..”

“Not this again Colm..”

She sat up straight and put the cup of tea on the floor next to her feet, she then took Colm’s cigar from his mouth.

“I’ve told you before, I don’t care about the age difference between us..”

She went to kiss him but he moved away, his bushy eyebrows furrowing 

“It ain’t right for a pretty young thing to be with a deadbeat old man like me.” 

“Colmy..” 

She dropped the cigar, ironically it landed in her tea with a plop.

“Don’t.”

She cupped his face, she always loved the feeling of his beard

“Come on Tabs, What prospects do I have? I’m an old man…in a career where not many men get that luxury.” He placed one of his big hands on top of hers “And you’ve got a family back home who’ll want kids and a husband from you, not some backwater trash like me.”

“I have seven brothers and sisters, That's enough husbands, wives and children for anyone..”

Before he could protest further, she kissed him, soft and loving, she could never in a thousand hours of sitting here describe to him just how much she did love him, he was an anchor in the rocky waters around them, even after hours in the hospital, hours of blood and death, Tabitha knew that Colm would come visit, and offer her a cup of recaf or a cake bar he’d “Found”

“I love you, You great bushy bearded bastard..”

He smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling 

“Such language Nurse Basteel..”

“I spend too much time with this Colonel.”  

“Oh you do, do ya?”

“Yes, he’s so handsome I let it slide..”

“Well, lucky him.”

[nightscalestudio]

We've posted all the Colonel Colm Corbec from Gaunt’s Ghosts tutorials on Patreon. Now you can find both tutorials on individual elements of miniature for a subscription, and buy a fully assembled tutorial in PDF format. We are waiting for your feedback and suggestions.

[ilackhumanqualities]

I've been binge listening to Gaunt's ghosts and now every time I read anything my brain reads it in a Scottish accent. Please help, everyone sounds like Colm Corbec.

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"The last few unquiet souls of a dead world. And I suppose we'll keep on going until we're all done." - Dermott Caffran, Tanith First and Only My Gaunt's Ghosts models, painted to the best of my ability Rather pleased with these ones, always wanted to paint the ghosts, now I can happily say I have

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March of the Minis. This update is a tad later than intended, but the beginning of April is a busy time for me. But I managed to squeak through my quota for the month, and am on the verge of wrapping up two boxed games. -12 Baratheon Stag Knights (ASOIAF) - 3 Worms (Alone) - 1 Alpha Worm (Alone) - 1 Alpha Hybrid (Alone) - 1 Selyse and Shireen (ASOIAF) - 1 Davos Seaworth (ASOIAF) - 1 Andrew Estermont (ASOIAF) - 1 Colonel Colm Corbec (WH40K) March 2022 Painted: 21    Pending: 0 2022 Totals Painted: 65    Pending: 30

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Colm Corbec

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[nightbringer24]

Don’t have any pictures right now, but I’ve finally built up the models for Colonel-Commissar Gaunt and Colonel Colm Corbec.

[gauntsghostsfieldguide]

His Last Command- Part 6

@the-fluffy-underbelly

TEN

“He reached the position commanded by one of the Tanith company officers, a Captain Domor, and his own Captain Kolosim. Throne, he had to stop thinking like that. They were both his own now.” He’s trying. (Also, Shoggy’s a captain!)

“Esteven nodded. “They said it wasn’t an error. They were locked on the plot the Hauberkan had given them.”” Of course. Happens all the time.

“Zweil peered at him. The old priest always struck Wilder as a little mad, but he was just another part of the influx.” He probably is, but he’s harmless.

“I’d like to think this might have illuminated you a little as to my approach. Men desert in the field. They’re afraid. Why are they afraid? Because they’re not being led soundly. Should they be executed, for a simple, human failing? No, I don’t believe so. I think they should be given a solid leader so it doesn’t happen again. An officer fails, then the whole structure falls down. Gadovin was why those men were running. Gadovin was the failure. So I reserved my censure for him.” That’s a far more effective way of dealing with it than just murdering anyone who cuts and runs. (Of course, it’s also not grimdark)

ELEVEN

“From the briefings, Ludd knew the Mons was a structure of concentric walls, ascending to the peak. The walls, hundreds of metres high and monumentally thick, enclosed the so-called compartments, significant tracts of wild country open to the sky. By some quirk of climate and topography, these compartments— some of them as much as twenty kilometres by ten — supported entire eco-systems of plant and wildlife, nurtured by untraceable underground water courses, defying the deserts outside. The encircling compartments were linked in chains, connected end to end by gigantic inner gateways, and the Imperial invaders had found, perplexingly, that the ecosystem and terrain of one could differ wildly from that of its immediate neighbour.” A very strange battlefield indeed.

Fortis Binary’s recovered enough that they’re actually building regiments! Not bad for what’s probably 7-8 years.

“Fate is quite the comedian.” Indeed it is, often.

“This Second Front’s being fought by children, commanded by inexperienced or unqualified commanders. No wonder the desertion and taint rate is so high.” Really optimistic, you are.

““Here’s a tip,” he said. “When you pretend to load heavy cartons, bend at the knees and make it look like it’s an effort. Break a fething sweat. Just so you know, next time.”” LOL

“ He feinted left, dummied the man, and then felled him squarely with a socking straight-armed jab that Colm Corbec had once taught him. The old Pryze County Number One feth-your-face.” Good old Corbec. A good one to go to for fisticuffs training.

The step cities may be ancient holy places. Right.

[detachhunter]

“Me and fine art, we’re not, you know, close. I wouldn’t know an oil painting if it came and bit me on the arse.” -Colm Corbec

CHILD

[skunts-own-truth]

Consider kissing Colm Corbec's arms.

[askfirstcaptainsevatar]

❦-.fave characters?

//Ooooo this is going to be a delightfully long list: Cyrion of First Claw, Xarl of First Claw, Lheorvine Ukris, Targutai Yesugei, Shiban Khan, Archamus, Rogal Dorn, Zephon of Baal, Ra Endymion, Horus Aximand, Iskandar Khayon, Oleander Koh, Lotara Sarrin, Interrogator Spinoza, Lord Inquisitor Crowl, Euphrati Keeler, Iacton Qruze, Fafnir Rann, Ahriman, Variel The Flayer, Jago Sevatarion, Zachariah Kersh, Saul Tarvitz, Esca, Skane, Llhorke, Wulfrik The Wanderer, Geralt of Rivia, Dondelo, The Man In Black, Kai Zulane, Atharva, Argel Tal, Letho of Gullet, Cirilla, Merek Grimaldus, Chaplain Argo of the Crimson Fists, Archaon The Everchosen, Brunner the Bounty Hunter, John Grammaticus, Fix and Gotrek, Cador of the Black Templars, Hyperion, Gaunter O' Dimm, Ibram Gaunt, Tona Criid, Major Rawne, Gol Kolea, Colm Corbec, Try Again Bragg, Octavia and Septimus, Solomon Voss, Jain Zarr, Mercution, Gregor Eisenhorn, Alizebeth Bequin, Ravenor, Gabriel Seth......Honestly there is a shit ton more and I shall spare you, Hahaha//

[a-wayfairing-stranger]

Surprises.

Gonna be real this was originally meant to be smut but then it sort of took on a life its own and became just tooth rotting fluff so enjoy!

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Leta Middenlocke was many things, a liar, a cheat, a murderer and a soldier, but she never considered herself a fool, until this very moment.

They were on a moon, a small village named Kinsgard to be exact, and she had spent her wages on a dress, an actual dress and for what? To stand awkwardly in the room Ibram had been granted by the mayor of said town as a thank you for saving it from total annihilation? She examined herself in the mirror, the dress was pretty, a lovely shade of maroon that had a sweetheart neckline and reached her knees, once upon a time it would have suited her a lot more than it did now, a shaved head, bruised legs and guard issue combat boots were not this summers sought after accessories. 

Ibram would laugh at her no doubt, speaking of which where was the grumpy bastard? It was almost midnight and meetings never ran this late. 

She heard the beep of a keypad, speak of the devil and he shall always appear, and so he did, walking through the door backlit by the hallway lights, she’d know his silhouette anywhere, the cap, the coat, she’d committed it to memory.

“There you are.”

“Sorry I’m late darling..I ran into Corbec outside the pub on the way back, he and the boys were having a celebratory drink..”

 He turned and hung up his cap, then removed his coat

“And one drink became two and then two became three..” He chuckled “You know how Colm can be.”

“Aye I do.” She replied with a smile “When someone else is paying.” 

“On the house, us being heroes and all..” He turned to face her, a smile on his flushed face. “Whats this?”

“A surprise..” She twirled in the dress, he’d never seen her in anything besides her uniform before, she’d even spent ages shaving her legs with a straight razor, somehow she didn’t cut herself, a miracle. “Do you like it?” 

“Wh-Where’d you get it?”

“Bought it, with my wages..Had some saved up, since..well I don’t exactly need to buy much..” 

He was staring at her, she felt self conscious, she was right, she looked stupid, her days of dress wearing were far behind her.

“Silly really…I mean…when am I gonna wear it?” She shrugged, feeling like a burst balloon “Just..I guess…Forget it.” 

“Hey..” he walked across the room to her and put a hand under her chin “You look beautiful.” 

“You always say that.”

“Because its true.”

“I guess I just..I wanted to remind you that I’m a woman..”

“I know that, Princess.”

“Do you? Because I forget sometimes..” 

She ran her hands along the skirt of her dress, it was soft, she’d forgotten what soft clothes felt like.

“I’m just Middenlocke..”

“No, your Leta.” 

“Only you ever call me it, and even then only when no one else is around.”

“You’re Leta Victoria Middenlocke..” 

Her name had never sounded so perfect as it did coming from his mouth.

“All though, I do hope you’ll become Leta Victoria Gaunt..”

Her eyes widened, her eyebrows very almost reached her hairline.

“What?”

“I took so long out because I was getting something..”

He walked back to his coat, and when he returned he had small box in his palm

“And I had a whole plan about how I was going to suggest we take a walk and then I was going to propose under the moonlight..” He laughed, a rare sound coming from him “And then Colm went and buggered it all up by getting me drunk.” 

The ring was a gold band, simple, the only adornment was the Imperial Eagle etched into the center, Leta’s heart felt she had just survived a near death experience, she was used to that feeling, she’d had a lot of them. 

“But..How?” She asked “You…us…”

She knew from the moment she’d first kissed him, all those nights under the stars that they could never be anything official, no grand wedding, no children, no growing old together and planting tulips in a garden, that just wasn’t possible, Too many rules, too many differences between them.

She was the lowly penal legionnaire, he was the Colonel-Commissar, it just didn’t happen, not on this side of infinity.

“Ibram..I can’t be your wife.”

“Who says?”

“Literally everyone, love.” She scoffed “It would be career suicide for you and quite possibly actual suicide for me.” 

“It doesn’t have to be anything huge, I just..I want there to be a record of us somewhere…Some proof that..” He paused. “If either of us died, I’d want there to be evidence that this happened, That we loved each other.”

In all likelihood it was her who would die, that truth haunted every waking moment they spent together, a specter clawing at their happiness with ice cold claws, it would wait, a predator seeking its prey, as random as lightning striking the ground but it would come, they both knew this.

Leta Gaunt did have a ring to it.

“You have to ask me properly.”  

He smiled, and sank to one knee, Ibram Gaunt bowed to know one but the God Emperor, But he could make a exception in Leta’s case.

“Leta Victoria Middenlocke…would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”  

“Yes, Ibram, I would.”

He took the ring from the box and slid it on to her ring finger, it fit perfectly. 

He kissed her and then picked her up, he spun her around, the skirt of her dress spread around like the petals of a blooming flower and she laughed, for a moment, a fleeting moment they were just like any other newly engaged couple.

And by the Throne they would cling to this moment of happiness until the next one came along.

[nightscalestudio]

The tutorial on Colonel Colm Corbec from Gaunt's Ghosts is already on Patreon in PDF format. https://www.patreon.com/Nightscalestudio

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APPARENTLY I GOT TAGGED. MY BAD. Rules: answer these questions, and tag 20 followers that you would like to get to know better. Tagged by: @spaceywaceynerd (thanks! 8D) Name: Susan Nickname: Kaptain, Haxtress, Hax, Suz, That fucking lunatic who keeps breaking shit Zodiac sign: Gemini (Aries Moon, Capricorn Rising) Hogwarts house: Absolutely no idea. Probably Gryffindor or Hufflepuff Height: 5′9″ or 5′10″, basically somewhere between 175cm to 177cm Orientation: Lesbian. SCISSOR ME TIMBERS Ethnicity: White. As mid-winter snow. Favourite fruit: Bananas Favourite season: Winter Favourite book series: Gaunt’s Ghosts, Horus Heresy novels(even though ADB’s fucking daddy issues ruin his novels for me and there’s an incredible amount of derp overall) Favourite fictional characters: DON’T MAKE ME CHOOSE YOU DICK Colonel Colm Corbec, Revy “Two-Hands”, Rider(Sir Francis Drake), DOOM Slayer, Sweet JP, Salvador, Aleksandra Zaryanova, Jim Raynor, Rogal Dorn, I could list about a dozen others if I felt like it Favourite flower: Lotus Favourite scents: Gasoline, burning wood, weed smoke Favourite colour: Maroon, Red Favourite animals: KITTIES Favourite artist/bands: AGAIN WITH THE CHOOSING Judas Priest, Megadeth, Black Sabbath, White Zombie, Ozzy Osbourne, Motörhead, Sum 41, Seether, Reel Big Fish, Goldfinger, Less Than Jake, about 6,000 others Coffee, tea, or hot cocoa?: ALL OF THEM FUCKING FIGHT ME Average sleep: Varies wildly between 4 and 12 hours Number of blankets I sleep with: 1-2 Dream trip: AMSTERDAM Last thing you googled: "Height Conversion Chart” because of the above question How many blogs do I follow: uhhh last I knew 300 Number of followers: around 50ish What do I usually post about: Vidjas,things I find funny, social justice stuff, stoner stuff, 40k stuff but most of that’s on my sideblog now What is your aesthetic: Gothic styles, oversized and impractical weaponry, tanks, large imposing fortifications, anything 40k related, witty and humorous content, and anything trippy as hell Tagging: UH. I DUNNO? @helucard @elzariel @sonoffenris @lizalfosrise and literally anyone else who feels like doing this I guess. the next 16 people that like this post consider yourself tagged because I’m not tagging twenty fucking random people