#constanturia

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Its Jedi June  so I had to get something done of Jedi!Arturia and Mandalorian!Constantin. Glad to get some art in for once lol, even if I suddenly spot several mistakes when I upload across my social media :)))

Want to get more done of course. Getting the mojo to work is the hardest part. 

[askthecustodes]

A Little Eagle

A short drabble for @40kartweek‘s 40k Home Week. Set in @templarhalo and I’s AU where after ten thousand years, Constantin Valdor has returned to the Legio. The current Captain General, Trajann Valoris, receives some good news from the Custodian who had raised and trained him.

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The Imperial Palace was a continent city that never slept. Brazier fires burned endlessly over the toils of hundreds of thousands of mortal adepts, menials and serfs. So too the Ten Thousand were tireless. The Captain General stood in the center of a data stream- screens hung suspended around him in a bubble, hundreds of points of data tumbling down. His transhuman eye drank it all in. Occasionally he would gesture, changing the flow as he needed. 

A gentle knock came at the door. He raised his eyes from the data in front of him to the heavy timber; the tumble paused without his attention. The knob turned and in entered a custodian wearing sunset colored robes.

“Mother...” The tension in his features melted into surprise as his eyes moved from her belly to her face. His voice was soft, almost an oath to himself than to the ancient Custodian before him. It was rare that she made an unbidden appearance these days- work kept both of them after endless duties. Rarer still that she came unarmored and without the pretense of secrecy. The sound of her- the movement of air in her lungs, the pulse of her twin hearts- was familiar to him since his youth. But something was amiss- there was a third pulsing, independent of her hearts, low in her belly. He approached her, towering over her in his resplendent auramite armor, and accepted her open arms in a tight embrace. Arturia laughed as he lifted her from her feet.

“Congratulations. Who is the sire?” He asked as he set her down.

“Constantin.”

He grinned, reminded suddenly of the look on her face as she had told him stories of the first Captain General as a little boy. Her love for him had not faded in the thousands of years he had been gone. While Constantin Valdor’s return had been met with surprise and some suspicion, Arturia had welcomed him back without qualms. “Will you raise a clutch with him?”

Her smile spread. “We have not decided- I’ve only just told him. But I expect so.” She set a hand on his cheek, her thumb rubbing small circles over his weathered skin. Trajann leaned into her gentle touch. “I will need to transition from some of my more physically demanding duties.”

“Of course.” He nodded, his expression turning serious again. “You will finish your tour in the Apothecarion. Prepare for the next generation. Nathaniel will rotate out and take over your wall duties.”

“Thank you, Trajann.”

He set a kiss on her forehead. “For you, anything.”

“As He wills it.”

“Of course.” 

Arturia relaxed her grip on him. “The whole Legio will know soon I expect.”

“It is a rare thing; there will be insistence on some celebration.” His eyes wandered over her braids and beads. “I have already heard mutterings of a desire to meet the mythic Lord Valdor.”

“He doesn’t mean to be reclusive, only to respect your authority while his efforts with Isha progress. It would be good to have something to celebrate these days.” Arturia nodded. “That is, if you will approve it.”

A smile bloomed on his craggy features. “Of course.”

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And the last entry for @40kartweek, have some couple fluff of @askthecustodes‘ Arturia and @ask-constantinvaldor and their daughter Myrina.

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Day 4 of @40kartweek , Constantin and Arturia reunited in 40k. 

Latin: Invictus Maneo - I remain unvanquished.

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Constantin Valdor and Arturia Blackhawk, based on this prompt by @ask-constantinvaldor and @askthecustodes. Also kicking around a short drabble, but in the meantime.

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Constantin Valdor and Arturia Blackhawk, the original ship for my lovely lady; this angst inspired by this thread. I need a ship name. I think I might have to color this at some point.

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Since I skeleton out forms before drawing armor, occasionally i forget to take it into account, and I end up with things like the first picture where I’d totally lose her face if I armored him up(not to mention I’d need to move her over so she’s not phasing through his chestplate woops). But then for some reason Constantin is lookin’ like Yandu in the second one. We’ll work on that.

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Tossed By The Waves, But Does Not Sink

A self indulgent drabble based on my art post here and a little bit of back and forth about them with @templarhalo, for @40kartweek‘s OCxCanon Week.

Constantin x Arturia, set in 40k, their reunion. Super unpolished but alas for last minute ideas.

Ten Thousand years.

It had been more than a dozen lifetimes since he had seen the cradle world, left behind in search of things the Legio so desperately needed. Things the Imperium needed. He had wondered how it might have changed since that time, whispered about it with Jenetia in their sojourn. Her eyes crinkled, sometimes in amusement, sometimes in sadness. Both had longed for home more than either could put into words. Both hoped it had, in their absence, found some recovery since that catastrophic time.

She was almost a star in her own right, the surface glittering with trillions of lumens and flames that never went out. Orbital and suborbital defense stations peppered between shipping lanes that never ceased flowing like iron rings attempting to contain her. He could have sung the songs of old to see her so alive again.

That joy bled from him once he found the surface. Shrines and churches had sprung up, honoring the spots where traitors had hammered to gain footing, and where loyal sons had bled and died. Memories washed over him as he and his companion were led through to the dazzling splendor of the Palace. Friends, brothers, sisters, his closest kin, had been spilling blood and losing their lives for years up until that final crisis, but it was the last, and worst of all, to bear. The grief of his shame, their failure, had hung heavy on his shoulders then. 

He had not expected a positive reception. Anything less than incredible suspicion would have disappointed him; the circumstances of his departure and the length of his absence should elicit nothing less than the most stringent of tests to check the ancient ident-monikers in what remained of his armor and his battered weapon, and genetic comparisons to what had survived in the millennia of strife. He submitted without complaint, as did Jenetia.

Upon release, he wandered toward his original quarters. The current Captain General had warned him they were occupied now, and had been since before Valoris was a Ligo Aeto, by a Custodian from a time before. She would not be uprooted easily. The name sent a rush down his spine, and he lingered for no additional explanation.

His private chambers had changed little, with books neatly lining shelves and kept in stasis fields to preserve them. Trophies and tokens from battles long forgotten remained on the walls or in cases. There were several more, items he could not place as to its history; they could only be hers. He passed by them, silent, and into the central courtyard.

She had her back turned to him, but she was unmistakable with the brilliant red and gold Aquila wings inked into her shoulders beneath a panoply of beads and chains. A smile curled his lips; she had once been called mother bird, all those years ago. He wondered if she still did. She was engrossed in the book in her lap as she sat on a stone bench beside the garden’s pool. The grass crunched beneath his feet as he approached, breaking her from her reverie. In a moment she had a hand on the Miescorida grip strapped to her back hips and she was facing him, crouching in feral threat.

“Arturia...” He breathed her name, heart suddenly pounding in his chest. Would she recognize him? Was she still angry at his disappearance? The briefest of doubts flickered in his mind.

She stared at him, the tension in her shoulders ready to meet the heavy Appolyon Spear at his side. Her head cocked to one side, as if to test if he were an apparition. “Constantin?” The former Captain General paused, letting the hope roll over him. The edges of his eyes crinkled as he looked at her. She edged closer, like one of the big felines of old investigating a newcomer. Suspicion creased her brow. “Are you...?”

“I have returned.” He finished the incomplete thought. She pursed her lips, her hand falling from the blade at her back. A tumult of emotion crossed her features, and for a moment he thought to apologize for the renewed raw hurt he saw dominate. He extended a hand to her, and she took it, her fingers readily lacing with his. She hesitated a moment, before closing the last of the gap. Her other hand rested just below his jaw line and her face buried in his shoulder. Her shoulders shuddered with the tears she had not the energy to cry all those years ago.

“I missed you.”

He rested her head on hers. “I missed you too.”

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tempestor-prime-barran replied to your photo “Constantin Valdor and Arturia Blackhawk, the original ship for my...”

Valuria as a ship name?

Oh I like that one much better- I’ve been using Constanturia as my placeholder for the moment.

I like shorter ship names.

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I still hate how washed out their skin is in the scan. Ugh. Still haven’t quite worked out the settings to get it to not do that. But! A process post of Constantin and Arturia. Find the final here!

[misterculexus]

A reminder that the Captain is amazing. Also they do commissions!!

Day 4 of @40kartweek , Constantin and Arturia reunited in 40k. 

Latin: Invictus Maneo - I remain unvanquished.