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If you’re doing requests a lamenter with tears coming from his helmet visor while another astartes looks on uncomfortably, unsure how to help this poor sop
he is astounded by the beauty of nature
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(It’s done don’t look too closely at the marines pls. Back to drawing the Damocles gang)
I was there during the ceremony. I’ll admit I don’t remember much. I wasn’t there for long. I was not to remain there, I had been summoned back to the Battle Barge. But from the few minutes I could spare, I noticed the air that hung around my brothers was rather dour and melancholic. Some of them tried to keep their heads held high. I could tell they failed to keep it up for long.
#ultramarines#warhammer art#warhammer 40k#corinth crusade#Lamenters#send help#lamenters 40k#astartes#marneus calgar
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Sketched my Mechanicus OC. Her name is Sunshine.
She yells at those with authority and will purposely use her psychic powers to disrupt the machine spirit in your weapons and armor. So you have to come to her begging to fix them.
She has twin younger brothers in the Blood Angels and she’ll cuss you out in binary if you touch her stuff.
There’s a lamenter with a massive crush on her who watches from afar, blushing if she remembers his name.
#my ocs#warhammer 40k#wh40k#space marine#lamenters#Lamenters 40K#adeptus mechanicus#cult mechanicus#Mechanicus
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I Yearn for Blood
Lamenter!OC introduction
Mainly Introduces Taharaen’s affliction
CW: mentions of violence and vampiric urges.
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The world burned, and we watched as it spelled doom for the countless of souls that still remained here.
The sky was glowing a brilliant orange as orbital defense guns blew up vehicles and vessels that tumbled from space into the atmosphere. The smoke that they produced was so thick no auspex scanner could pierce the horizon.
I could taste the heat. It clogged the air filters and vents of my armor.
The Leman Russ tank that lies in a smoking, burning ruin, tangled in barbed wire and in ruined barricades blows up, launching deadly blocks of rockcrete towards a few intercessors, taking limbs off and giving mercy to those that could no longer fight.
I spent the last rounds of my bolt rifle, pivoting on my heel to aim and shoot with a dancers grace as we were cornered in ash, dust and the bodies of friend and foe alike.
“Do not relent! We shall die today, but we shall take them with us! For the Emperor and the Great Angel!” I am not sure if my voice carries farther enough to reach the surviving members of my squadron. I shall have to hope it does.
Soon enough, I had expended my bolt rifle. I discard it and charge into the fray, the mass of xenos bodies living or dead. I smash and tear through flesh as I inflict my wrath upon the Greenskin horde.
My vision goes red. For but a few moments my mind plunges me back into the days of the Great Heresy. I see the Great Angel as he battles Horus. I am immersed as my vision is surrounded ancient heraldry and armor long gone and the ghosts of the past.
For but a moment I lose myself.
My teeth gnash with alien viscera and blood as I bite, rip and tear the horde limb to limb. I have not known such a ferocity or rage as this before. Not in my brief years of service to this chapter.
My hearts in these intense moments yearn for blood. My eyes could no longer distinguish from friend or foe, brother or traitor.
What remains of my Vox crackles, and I manage to come to my senses if only for a few heartbeats.
“The Chapter Master lives! We have pushed the Greenskins back!” This seemed to be evident enough with the dying ambience of the orbital guns and the last of the shuttles that depart from this damned world.
I do not know what significance this news would be of to me later during my long existence that was fraught with trial and harrowing darkness.
I wipe away the drool that has leaked from the corner of my mouth, barely aware of the bloody strips of skin that I smear away from it. I dully stare at my palm, at the ruined weaving of my body glove and the steadily congealing blood on my palm and fingers.
My hearts yearn for blood. It yearns and it thirsts for the lifeblood of my dead brothers.
A harsh rebuke seems to snap me to my senses. “Brother Taharaen! Get a hold of yourself!” I feel a sharp lance of pain as my Brother-Sargent claps me on the Pauldron.
Oh. I snap to attention, unintentionally baring my teeth in a bloody snarl before collecting myself and sinking to my knees. I want to rip him apart where he stands. My chest heaves and I spit out a thick globule of acidic spit and flesh.
“This is Brother-Zachariel, requesting extraction from fuel depot sight. A few of my squad still live and they need to see the apothecarian as soon as possible.”
Why did he not ask for the surviving chaplain to pass judgement on those that must of surely fallen to their genetic curse by now? What kept him from mentioning my brief violent episode?
What kept me from ripping him apart where he stood?
I mutter sacred canticles and ask for forgiveness as I struggle to rise to my feet.
My hearts yearn for blood, but something holds me back from taking it.
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I should have asked to be lashed in the Reclusiam. I did not want to be left alone with my thoughts after the war on slaughterhouse.
Pain does bring a certain clarity to the mind and a brief reproach from the illness of shame.
I hang my head low and ask for forgiveness from the God-Emperor despite my pains. I have no one to disturb me here now that the usual occupants of the Reclusiam had perished.
It was hard to come to terms with, even for an Astartes. I can only hope they went with honor, and not with the black rage chasing at their heels.
I no longer know what to make of my survival now that a much more honorable end has slipped past me.
#sepulcherwrites#warhammer 40k#lamenters 40k#lamenters#warhammer fanfic#warhammer writing#warhammer oc#oc writing#battle scene
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Krieger BF vs Astartes BF
#warhammer 40k#40k#warhammy#cant believe this is how evie dies#crushed by her boyfran#truly the lamenters are cursed
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Lamenters: Banner Of Tear
by David Ok
#imperium#space marines#loyalist astartes#lamenters#warhammer#warhammer 40k#warhammer 40000#40k#david ok
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I confess.
But here's a young lamenter trying to please you for his brothers' safety
( I drew his face and hair like a lamb and I'm satisfied )
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Checkered angels
#digital art#art#fantasy#warhammer40k#warhammer 40k#warhammer art#warhammer 40000#40k#space marines#wh40000#doodle#doodles#lamenters
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For those we Cherish, we hang in there!
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Lamenter guy :3
#lamenters#lamenters 40k#warhammer 40k#warhammer#warhammer 40000#space marines#space marine#astartes#primaris#sniper
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he looks lovely! Thank you!
@sepulcher666 your boy!!! your lad!!!!
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(This turned out better than I expected it to. Oh..uh the scout slowly collapses and Taharaen has to keep him upright….idk.)
A dying scout marine asks for a final kindness from the Reclusiarch before passing away.
Taharaen did not know the young marine, but decides give final benedictions for him in front of a ruined altar before laying him to rest.
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And here is Maximus and his cat Nixie. Just some wholesome 40k stuff
#art#digital art#oc artwork#oc#warhammer 40000#warhammer 40k#warhammer 40k oc#warhammer oc#space marine oc#space marines#lamenters
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-hands payment type of your choosing-
I'll have one ticket to the 'Lamenters/Blood Angels being able to smell and/or consume menstrual blood, possibly even having a preference for it or maybe just liking that they can get blood without killing their favorite person' please. Feel free to toy with it at your leisure, I will enjoy anything you make even somewhat close to this topic >:D
and of course take your time, I'm just putting this in the box for whenever/if you want to write the idea
And you get the honor of seeing the latest OC... A Khornite Lamenter of the Red Corsairs... Berserker Varial Blood-drinker or also known as Varial the Insatiable.
@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog
@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @squishyowl @ms--lobotomy
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tw: somnophilia, blood, idk do I put slavery and limb loss because that just feels par for the course for 40k
"Cherish?" Varial's rage rotted mind woke up to the smell of sweet blood and instantly called out for his reward.
The maimed slave known as 'Cherish' was asleep next to her master. Varial had to maim her or else she would end up like other Cherish's that did not obey and it would leave him inconsolable. How his jaws clamped down on one of her legs. He did not like it when his Cherished screamed... it brought up painful memories... all their screams did. Her leg was healing up nicely but his room smelt of blood.
He moved over to the locked door sniffing the seams wondering if they were trying to lure him out... no the door was still locked. Panic rushed into his rage rotted mind as he went over to Cherish, her hair kept short to keep it out of the way of his mouth, did he bite her? She whined at his rough handling... then why did he smell Cherish's blood?
A memory floated through the miasma of rage that often occupied his mind. Back upon Badab a slave explaining why she smelt of blood and ways she could relieve it. The dirty threadbare outfit that Cherish wore was lifted up as Varial his nose wrinkled slightly at the smell of old blood... old tissue... mixed with her feminine discharge of that acidic crevice of her body. Moments where words wanted to come to him yet flee him upset the corrupted Lamenter as he could remember poetic songlike prose spilling from his mouth with ease now he struggles to string sentences together... but the price he must pay for the thirst to be quenched and his foul luck kept at bay.
A long slow lick up his beloved Cherish's thighs licking up the smeared blood there before he stuck his tongue deep between her folds. She mewled so sweetly... he always picked good Cherishs' who made such good noises for him... made Varial feel so good... His warped mouth opens up just a little too wide as his mutated black tongue pushes deep inside. Arousal burns in his nose as her fingers grip the bedding tightly as she moans still stuck in a haze of sleep. Globs of sheded lining cling to his tongue as he pulls it back into his maw and snapping his jaws in a pleased motion before repeating his intrusion into her woman hood.
"Cherish!" He trills pleased by her; He cherished her... he cherished her... that's all he could remember at times was his need to cherish a mortal... they only let him have one mortal at a time to cherish. Talons push into the flesh of her thighs as he feasts on the blood offering. "Cherish!" He trills again getting excited.
"Varial!" A voice hisses on the vox causing him to look to the door. It was his handler. "Stupid thing..." he hears the fellow traitor astartes mumble, "We're going to need you planet side to scare the mortals." Varial did not care... his Cherish was bleeding for him and his head dipped back between her thighs to listen to her breathy whimpers. "VARIAL stop acting like some pussy drunk Slaaneshi-"
The cord snapped hard as his body slammed into the door it holding but barely finally startling his Cherish awake as she scrambled to the corner, pleasing Varial as her blood smeared onto his pillow. He snarled and snapped his maw at the vox caster before turning around to grab the splotchy red helm where faded yellow paint could be seen between the chipping red paint.
"Cherish!" He says again reaching out to her and pulling her into a hug and nuzzling her head, "Be good. Stay. Come back soon." His rough unnaturally deepened voice clips out those basic sentences as anymore he turns into a snarling mess. She just nodded weakly as he puts her in his spot in the bed before heading over to the door. At least he had something to quench his thirst. Lest he try to take a bit of his handler... oh... he would eventually run out of luck but Varial was patient... he could wait to taste astartes blood on his tongue.
#warhammer 40k#tw: blood#tw: somnophilia#Oc: Varial the insatiable#x reader#oc? Cherish#warhammer 40k x reader#adeptus astartes#adeptus astartes x reader#astartes x reader#lamenter#chaos lamenter#khornite lamenter#reply#answer
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