#halo device

[chaoschenoo]

Nachtteufel; The Nachtteufel or Night Fiends, are a potent psychic predator. They attract prey with witch lights born from the souls of previous victims. Feeding on the flesh and lifeforce of their meals. Normally reclusive but potent ambush predators they are highly sought by the Chirurgeons who further enhance their abilities with necroalchemy and genetic engineering. The Nachtteufel faced by the wider galaxy are nightmares to behold. Swarmed by the shackled geists, both their own victims, and those slain around them, the cacophony of shrieks drives anyone with a modicum of psychic talent mad. Some more powerful and attuned psykers drop dead from severe hemorrhaging in their brains. Worse when aggravated the Nachtteufel can unleash their collected souls as a distilled blast of pure destructive warp energy.

[karmaalwayswins]

Aidan Millward "They're Just Too Soft These Days! Opinions On The Lack of 'Gladiators' in Formula One" (2024)

[lazywriter-artist]

Actually have been thinking about this!

I was thinking of this idea of a tau finding some strange jewelry after a small battle and going “huh! Pretty shiny-“ and putting it on, Only to realize some time later he suddenly can’t take it off 😬

Tau being such a new species got me curious about how they’d have to kind of fight their way along to figure out wtf is going on and shit

But agreed a very missed opportunity to not at the very bare minimum show more cool fuck ass body horror with the other races in the setting. It would be so interesting if the process took longer for some species (X race’s cells die at a demonstrably slower rate than humans and thus take longer for the device to corrupt and shift/release its own cells to begin its process so it really just gives the race a extra buff added to its already long fuck ass life) or if say their biology tried to reject it or something

OR if even a heavier Psyker race/psykers in gen (wider exploration of just their ideals) had some adverse/direct rejection of the halo device’s abilities and so on

Much like a lot of factors in 40k just under utilized in favor of the (albeit kind of interesting but Ergh) plot of ‘spooky big monster in the attic bc of greed’

what would it be like for an alien to wear a Halo Device?

[raeb33s-art]

Just Heinrix

[chonker-chan]

oh come on marzipan, don't be a little bitch, let ur bf become a mindless cannibal ;^//

[taryn40k]

Everybody say goodbye to Cadrik! :D

[bechloesupercorp]

Ava paced. That’s more of Bea’s thing, but the situation warranted it. The sisters were busy at mass, but Ava needed a moment alone, racking her brain for a who, why, where, treading over and over through the halls of the convent.

Bea, gone. Just her staff and a pool of fresh blood left at the end of the battle. 

Solemn footsteps fell against the stone floors, pausing at the portrait of Saint Beatrice. Saint Beatrice da Silva, patron saint of prisoners. The bound and captured-

No. Ava turned, briskly following the hall towards the courtyards. Her Bea was strong, and gracious, and free. Their time in the Alps had cemented that, between the longing glances and that final kiss, a faint tinge of iron on her lips.

Beatrice was fine. She was probably making her way back right now, after kicking ass in some sleepy little town that she got dragged off to. The Halo vibrates in her back, light pulsing with her rapid heartbeat. Blood rushes in her ears as she wills herself to calm down.

“Ava,” a soft voice rasps, breaking through the fervent flow battering the inside of her head.

She turns with a gasp, Halo falling dark. “Beatrice?!”

There. Crumpled on the floor, under dark burgeoning patches on her skin.

“Bea!” She runs, feet pounding, crashing to her knees as she reaches her love. “Bea, Bea, Bea,” she begs, hands searching for wounds, then moving to cradle her face. “Bea, look at me,” she demands, tapping her finger against a dirty cheek.

Flakes of blood break off with each tap, and Bea’s head lolls in her grasp. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-” she hefts Bea’s arm over her shoulder, clinging to her side as she struggles towards the nave.

— — —

"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, let us pray for the safe return of our Sister Beatrice-"

"MOTHER!"

The doors to the nave bang open, Ava staggering in, Beatrice partially slung over her shoulders. Halo pulsing in bright bursts of light, illuminating the dark red staining Beatrice’s clothes. 

Mary’s jumping pews, Lilith teleporting to catch Bea as she sags against the floor. 

“C’mon Beatrice,” Mary urges, sighing in relief when her eyes flutter open, just a crack. “That’s it, keep going little sister, open your eyes,” she coaxes, pushing up Bea’s sleeve to find her pulse. Her hand stills, eyes fixed on the skin.

Bea’s breath hitches, eyes going wide as she tries to yank herself out of their grasp. “NO! Don’t- don’t- please- I’ll listen-” she forces out through chapped lips, almost grey. She’s trembling now, eyes shooting around the room, unseeing. Blood drips down her forehead as she shakes, “Please. Please, don’t hurt them. I’ll do any-” she breaks off with a gasp, eyes rolling to the back of her head. 

Then she sinks deeper into Lilith’s side, unconscious again. 

Shock. Suppose their prayer did get answered, in a way.

"Guys," Mary starts, voice subdued, like a weight is sitting on her chest, "You should see this." She shifts Bea's sleeve up, revealing the glaring red light, just under the skin of her wrist.

It blinks. Taunting. Relentless.

Bea twitches, the edge of a paper making itself known. Ava reaches forward, pulling it gently with shaking hands.

It sends terror straight to her gut. That note, pinned to Bea's shirt collar, corners stained with blood. 

Quite obedient!

The Halo thrums with rage, unbridled energy radiating from her core. But it's the second line that sends cold fear running down her back.

I can’t wait to play again.

[some-old-psyker]

Current plot bunny

A mutiny against a mad Rogue Trader captain who decided wearing a Halo Device was a great idea.

[notalostcausejustyet]

This is stunning work. I adore art nouveau and this is beautiful.

The Book

My patrons voted for me to do a piece for each episode this year so it’s February, and time for episode two!

This piece is for “The Book” so you know I had to show our angel when he gets his mitts on said tome and makes one of the most fun faces to draw. For this piece, especially because the scene is so high contrast in lighting, I wanted to find a happy medium between realistic portraiture and a nouveau look. But I also employed the framing conventions of the book itself to provide four small color block illustrations of crucial characters of the Nice and Accurate Prophecies.

[chaoschenoo]

[lindalibraloca]

Is the ZIIP Halo better than the ZIIP GX? | Doctors Review

The ZIIP HALO is supposed to be the improved version of the ZIIP GX. But what has changed, is it really better and which one do you need? Doctor Anne has the answers in todays in depth review.

[thebirdgang]

Yall have no idea what this means to me

[stainlesssteellocust]

Due to her franchise-hopping nature I conclude that there needs to be a 40k incarnation of Genevieve, the Black Library’s Original Gangster must ride again

trust me, this will Save Warhammer

[themslash]

wait. it's called halo bc there's a halo for real?

[taryn40k]

[thebirdgang]

Twilight would love the new force greatswords, lol-

Warhammer 40k Darktide has a stranglehold on my brain atm

The Mane 6, but Darktide-

Rainbow Dash - Speedy knife zealot who dies a lot

Twilight - Brain blasting force sword psyker

Rarity - Assail spamming psyker

Fluttershy - "The guardsman experience" (Veteran fearing for her life as her friends take her on the highest difficulty)

Applejack - Frontline Ogryn who either uses the taunt or the charge ability

Pinkie - Gun ogryn gun ogryn g