#slaaneshi posting

[fourgods-nobrakes]

I hate Etsy so much. I checked a shipment status yesterday and they showed me some beautiful Goetic pendants, and then this part is my fault, I clicked on one and went to the seller's shop and they have so many of the 72 seals. I could get Sitri or Gremory, or I could get Belial (whom I got very attached to in Granblue fandom and whose seal has an extremely classy Khornate vibe) or i could get RAUM

It's so pleasing to look at and just barely asymmetrical and also, you know, Raum. Stupid etsy.

[saysthenightingale]

nightingale discovers warhammer 40k (1/???)

I like to think I’m at least marginally funny, so I was thinking I would live tweet my reactions, thoughts and favourite moments as a little record as I descend into the warhammer rabbit hole ! this first post will be all the stuff from the past half week, which is my very first venture into warhammer

knew jack about warhammer 40k until approx a week ago. saw a gif of n'kari, thought 'would', was horrified at myself, thought to myself "nightingale are you a monsterfucker or not, fucking commit to it, coward" and now i'm here

funniest moment is still blue archive ost playing over my iron warriors research. for those unaware blue archive is an anime style game where you collect adorable girls who wield military assault weaponry

that oldhammer thing about horus railing fulgrim into following chaos lives in my head rent free (thank you @/chemos-factories) because it's just an 18+ doujinshi premise. i can see the words on the dlsite page. subtitled "battle brother, what are you doing?!" and it's called some shit like "it's not like i gangbanged my brother into following a chaos god" "the elder brother-like one" or "domestic spacemarine" wait domestic girlfriend isn't actually 18+ is it

please tell me someone understands my "the elder brother like one" reference because it seems like something right up the slaaneshi alley

are the ultramarines just space versions of garen from league of legends or is my gut instinct wrong

sanguinius and fulgrim are still the sexiest primarchs to me. and yes i'm still pretending that the primarchs all went to family therapy and did Not all try to kill each other. i'm coping.

i rescind my previous statement about the night lords, wherein i said "the night lords are like if someone looked at a list of felonies and said 'all of them'." i am not rescinding this because it's wrong, but because it was an understatement

more correctly the night lords are like "if someone looked at the geneva convention and turned it into a checklist."

re: fabius bile. first of all, sure, a fulgrim clone is insane, but i'm hardly even surprised. of course. of fucking course. more importantly- really? fabius bile??? like wow i WONDER what hes like with a name like that

speaking of crazy names, 'ferrus manus'??? i have been informed that yes, 'ferrus manus', literally 'iron hand', leads his legion, the 'iron hands', from the 'fist of iron.' the word 'iron' is starting to not look like a word to me

[chemos-factories]

sorry to anyone who followed iii-official expecting wacky Slaaneshi hijinks and is now just watching me commit so hard to the bit I’m basically doing unpaid, completely voluntary, normal social media management/marketing. I unfortunately find everything I’ve posted so far hilarious so it’s unlikely to change soon

[tagedeszorns]

So here's my live reading of "Lord of Excess"!

May contain Spoilers!

I'm only a quarter of the way through the book, which is because (apart from the fact that I only downloaded it this morning) the weather is sunny and warm for the first time this spring, so I've tended to be out and about so far. And being out and about led me to the Warhammer store, where I not only bought some colours for the Beastmen and had a little chat, but also got the miniature of the month (a very nice Terminator) and put it together. And during a little hike I thought about whether I should make him a Salamander, Word Bearer or Emperor's Children.

But I digress. A quarter of Lord of Excess. And so far the verdict is: holy shit, we finally have an author again! This is not a drill! There's a new Emperor's Children writer who understands their mindset, background and motivation!

Yes, Rich McCormick still has to find his way into some things and perhaps take a less narrow view of others - but in principle he's well on the way to growing into Josh Reynolds' huge shoes. (that sounds like Reynolds is a Harlequin. Clown shoes! Honk!)

This makes me very, very happy.

Quick summary of highlights (besides the quotes I've already posted):

McCormick lets Fabius be himself. I want to kiss his eyes for that. (No, Fabius has no appearance - but he's mentioned and speaks through his actions)

He understands that Emperor's Children are not just insane junkies, but gives them different obsessions with perfection (a logistician!).

He incorporates their history and gives space to the wounding they collectively suffered with the destruction of Harmony.

He's able to capture their incredible arrogance and narcissism without ridiculing them (Watch and learn, McNeill!).

He creates personalities that aren't all defined solely by their gene-seed.

The list will certainly be expanded.

But of course it's not all sunshine and roses. I find it difficult to accept certain things when I'm told them but then very consistently not shown them.

If Xantine and Vavisk are such incredibly close friends, I want to see that in their interactions too.

Why do the Adored follow Xantine? So far, it's not clear to me. Too much telling, too little showing. I mean, isn't it funny that Fabius, the man whose picture is next to "Caustic Bitch" in the dictionary, can apparently build and maintain healthier and more stable friendships than a charismatic warband leader with a Slaaneshi demon in his pocket?!

But that's just a minor annoying aspect so far - albeit one that makes it hard for me to like Xantine as a protagonist. Please don't get me wrong - I don't need a main character to be a classic lawful-good Hollywood hero to like him! I adore the characters with flaws, with bad habits and the ones who fight tooth and nail against being heroes. But at least a basic sympathy that makes me care why the protagonists are in trouble and makes me eager to see how they resolve the situation - that would be nice!

In any case, so far: I want to know more! The book is fun! So much!

(Okay, the usual Black Library mantra "There have to be little people in it, not just Astartes!" is getting on my nerves, as it does every time. But, hey, it'll be fine!)

One last thing: Lucius and Fabius pointing and laughing at Xantine, because Clarion/The Composer and Wolver/Key are so much cooler than a stinking heap!

[potpourrifandoms]

Do you ever plan to do more of chibi Warhammer drawings? I like those fun little shenanigans.

Especially the Poshmarines.

The Adorable Warhammer stuff? Oh, dude, I draw them all the time! I just kind of thought nobody liked them, so I don't post them anymore. They feel very silly. 😅

But, here are some of my random doodles! To peruse at your leisure.

Poshmarines (and a swolemarine) actually doing their jobs for once...

The Poshmarines' mascot is a goose named Petunia. She's very lovely and quite the opposite of their polite, posh, gentlemanly-ness. She craves violence in the name of The Emperor!! Also, the Poshmarines hang out with the T'au Ethereal Oracle, who lives amongst the tea plantations on Paxona Prime. He's weird, but he likes tea, so they get along well enough.

More doodles here 👇

Commander Dignified, Commissar Owo, and Inquisitor Paperwork often feature prominently in my doodling. They have a fun bestie-group thing going. And yes, Owo's real name is Roderick "Rory" Reginald-Bartholemew. I thought it'd be funny if he had a name he couldn't pronounce- sorry, "pwonounce" :3

Dignified and Owo are perfectly capable of doing their actual jobs, but seeing as most of the xenos and cultists on Paxona Prime seem more interested in sitcom shenanigans than any warmongering, the opportunities to fight are few and far between.

Paperwork enjoys doing his job, too, but as an administrator, that doesn't mean much fighting. Luckily he has Servitor Paperweight to keep an eye on him when he gets too caught up to take breaks.

Commissar Owo has an unfortunate admirer in the form of Slaaneshi cultist Seductive, though her seductions are not as seductive as she seems to believe, and Owo remains thoroughly un-seduced.

Speaking of cultists, Genestealer Cultist Teeth and their roommate, Khorne Cultist Blood, get up to lots of crazy hijinks, too. Mostly bickering with each other or doing their best to avoid Nurgle Cultist Hypochondriac, who lives across the hall from them in the same apartment building.

Genestealer Cultist Teeth's worst enemy is Sister Karen, who likes to act like a total Karen at the grocery store where they work. Luckily they have manager powers and a third arm with claws, so she's pretty easy to shoo away.

Cryptid Bob, who lives as a stowaway on an Aelderi Craftworld, often utilises his latent psyker powers to cause problems for the hapless Eldar who are still struggling to find him and send him back to the Imperium of Man (one of his powers is that people forget seeing him almost as soon as they look away from him, so he can have full conversations with the Eldar and then slip away when they're distracted and they won't remember to catch him).

My favourite character to draw, though, is the humble T'au Merchant, Por'La Det'ermined.

Aha! Had you fooled, didn't I? He's actually an Ambassador!

Aha, fooled you again!! He's actually actually a T'au Super Spy!!! He mostly just spends his days chilling in the marketplace on Paxona Prime, though, handing out Greater Good pamphlets to anybody who'll take them. There's not a lot of badass espionage to be done on a planet as silly as this... :/

[skxrbrand]

Was gonna wait until sunday to post this, but with my work schedule looking the way it's looking, Imma go ahead and do it now lmao. It IS spicy. Got some rust on my smut-skills, but I think it's serviceable. Ft. @alphabitchnkari's N'kari and my Skarb~

N'kari had returned.

From wherever he'd gone, for days and weeks, he'd returned. Skarbrand had felt it before his Heralds had informed him, before the sound of raucous celebration from the worshippers of Shornaal had reached his ear. And he had emerged from the peaceful dark of his chamber, first with the intent to hunt the Keeper down. But violence had turned into spite halfway through the trip and the Reaper found himself in the pit of Skulls, avoiding his wandersome ally-companion. Refusing to partake in the festivities, even to disrupt them.

Attention. The Slaaneshi thrived off of it and the Arch-Tempter was no different from his kin. He would notice the lack of Exile, as he would surely be expecting Skarbrand's rage, condemnation, scorn and malice yet would receive nothing. And he would take slight in that nothing; of all daemons, it was the Pleasure-kin who took offense the easiest. It was the Pleasurekin whose displeasure was the worst.

" You bring no skulls. No offerings." Skarbrand spoke as soon as felt N'kari was close enough to hear. There was nothing but the sound of claw on bone, peeling flesh, and the throwing of that wet flesh into piles.

" I did not think the great Skarbrand would care for mortal souvenirs." N'kari replied, leaned against the yawning mouth of the cavern. He looked relaxed, but in truth he was scanning, watching, waiting for the Reaper's mood to erupt. Of the Bloodthirster's raised hackles, stillness, and erect tail he had taken note. The Reaper was agitated.

" You reek of indulgence." Skarbrand growled. He turns, ears pinned back, eyes roiling with hatred. " You will not bring it here, into this sacred space."

The Reaper's isn't the only fiend who's patience is at it's end. He does not heed Skarbrand, striding into the cavern with confidence. The Bloodthirster is up immediately, practically throwing away his work to throw N'kari back out. But, with a gesture, the Keeper opens a portal beneath them both and they are back in Eight Tower-- the Reaper with a graceless thud. Skarbrand quickly recovers, lunging, but the Keeper sidesteps him. He exerts his will and bullies down the fury the Reaper has been surely nursing during their time apart.

" There. We are not in your precious skull cavern. Now, we can speak."

" I do not wish to speak. Or did my absences not tip you off?"

" Those absences are the very thing I wish to speak of. You have been avoiding me, beloved. And I wish to know why. Is there someone else?" The Keeper suggested laughingly, though the expression was only skin deep.

" Go back to your petty indulgences, N'kari. I am busy."

" Busy hiding? Skulking about in the shadows? Shaking in my absence like a cur in the rain?"

" And what have you been doing? Eating, drinking, whoring? Wasting time like your lot only knows how to do?"

The Keeper gave a small shrug. He would not argue his vices, for he was not ashamed of them. " Eating, yes. Drinking, yes. But not whoring. I have lain with no daemon since my return. I have desired no flesh but your own, yet you hide yourself from me." N'kari's voice took on a tone of concern, though there was edge too it. Skarbrand couldn't tell if it was anger or mock-pity or something else.

" Is this because of the...incident? Have I struck fear into you at last, beloved? Without axe or sword, only just the flesh of my body?" The Keeper asks, secretive, running his talons up one leg and thigh. Skarbrand stepped close, nearly snout to maw with the bent-down Keeper.

" You killed me. I had to stand before Kharneth because of you."

" So it is fear."

The Reaper stepped close again, this time involving his horns, which he locked with N'kari's. " I fear no flesh game." He held the jeweled gaze of the other daemon, willing himself not to look away as the Keeper took advantage of their closeness. Taloned hands cradled his face, pincer-arms wrapped about his shoulders, and the Arch-Tempter flickered his tongue.

It wasn't fear he tasted, but anger. Tinged with wariness. A hound whose faced the serpent's bite and was rightfully worried of facing it again. Skarbrand waits with cinched teeth and a set jaw. Despite everything, he wants to hear the Tempter's assessment.

" Show me, then. Grant me my final indulgence. I've been withholding for so long."

The Reaper feels rivulets of his blood run down his face from where talons have pricked his skin. He feels the hidden strength in the gentleness of the Keeper's pincer arms, locked around his shoulders. He is aware, all too aware, of the Tempter's needle-teeth so near to his soft nose. A part of him, sown over the months from their prolonged closeness, responds to the Keeper's proximity and upon realizing that, he almost pulls away. Almost. But what was that but retreat? A confirmation of the Keeper's accusations of fear?

N'kari's grin had to painful with how wide it was. It was always fun to watch the Reaper, a simple Khornate daemon, wrestle with such conundrums. What conclusion would he come to? Would the Keeper be savaged, carnally or with teeth in his throat? The anticipation makes the heady aroma wafting off his skin more potent and the Reaper's response to him all the more obvious.

The musk does it's work, but it is not the only thing making Skarbrand respond so. N'kari had seen it-- the subtle flicking of odd-colored eyes to his long talons, and pincer-claws, and teeth. The silent realization that any one of these could maim and rend the Reaper-- and some could kill him, just as N'kari's thighs had. The wordless, inflaming acknowledgement of the Arch-Tempter being a weapon and a fine one at that. It wouldn't last-- but it wouldn't be the last time the Reaper would come to the conclusion, either.

When the Reaper came to from his reverie, they were moving. N'kari was pushing him backward, his impatience overtaking his smugness. The much-abused Throne of Skulls is where they ended up, the Tempter making short work of the Bloodthirster's scant coverings. He licks up the hot daemon blood trailing a line down the Reaper's face and throws open the large metal door at the back of Skarbrand's chambers with a gesture, leading to the runway. A Keeper he might be, but the Arch-Tempter had no wish for this tryst to be a secret.

Skarbrand sees the meaning behind it immediately. N'kari wants them to know the Reaper had not strayed from his side. Let the gods themselves see; let Khorne seethe and Slaanesh be amused by the coupling! When he realizes, he cannot help the raw wave of loathing that bubbles up from his chest, even with the Tempter's expert stroking of his tenderest flesh.

" Q’tlhaga."

" Your Q’tlhaga, my sweet." N'kari replies. " And you are my Reaper."

The Exile hadn't believed N'kari when he had claimed to deny himself. After all, when did the Slaaneshi ever? But the impatient, hungry Keeper had abandoned his hand for his body soon enough, the heat of palm replaced by the wet heat of sex. Stroking hands became rolling hips and the pace the Keeper set was at once smooth and brutal. A creature starved for flesh and finally allowed to feed.

He felt the Keeper's tail curl around him, lower from where they join, wrapping about his balls. A lance of recollection grips him just as tightly. It's going to be a long, exhausting night. A night of being brought to the brink over and over, but denied release. The Reaper's hand lashed out, sinking into N'kari's shoulder and pulling him down. His teeth follow, burying deep into the purple fiend. The Tempter will not be the only creature fed by flesh this day, a sentiment he scars across the moaning echoes of N'kari's thoughts. But the sharpness of Skarbrand's fangs and the burn of his oily black saliva are just more notes in a song of sensation to the Slaaneshi.

The Reaper doesn't intend for this night to be that night. He is no spoil of war, to be used at whim, and he shows N'kari that; pushing through the bone-quaking pleasure-pain of stuttering legs and rising from the bone throne. He flips them, lifting the taller daemon and all but slamming him into the dais. The throne creaks beneath the assault; skulls break away, cracking on the floor and shattering under hoof as the Reaper comes forward. He pulls N'kari around him, into him, and sets his own pace, spearing the Keeper into his seat of power.

" Do you taste fear?" The Reaper asks growling pants. " Perhaps it is your own ."

N'kari crows a laugh, even over breathy pleasure. He crosses long legs across Skarbrand's back. " Whatever pleases you to believe, beloved." He says and earns another bite, another hunk of flesh torn from his neck. Pain. The point of the provocation, likely. The Tempter responds his kind: his tail squeezes the Bloodthirster's jewels, and the Reaper crumples atop him, bloody-mouthed and warbling. As if in apology, squeezing turns into massaging.

" That was mean." N'kari comments, though Skarbrand senses no true hurt. " Do not forget, Reaper. I can take these -- " The tail gives two pointed squeezes " -- from you at anytime."

" And your throat is well within range of my teeth, Tempter. You have slain me. The flesh and blood I take is a merciful recompense."

" Touché." The Keeper allows. His hands roam, wandering the hard, muscular plains of the Reaper's body and lingering on old scars and wounds. Skarbrand gathers himself, pushing himself to his hands and knees. It makes N'kari sneer. " Shall I turn around and we mate like hounds in season?"

" Shield your jugular, you mean."

" Is my back not just as appealing as my throat?"

" Your back is hard chitin and sharp pincers."

Skarbrand maintains. He press his weight onto N'kari's shoulders and somewhat clumsily slides himself back into the Keeper. The Tempter shudders; Skarbrand is unwieldy-- thick, ridged, long and aflare with arousal and fury. His Pincers do indeed come up, looming over the Exile like a guillotine. One well-placed strike and that could be the Reaper's head. The fact of it doesn't dissuade Skarbrand; if anything, N'kari feels the iron of the Exile's claws eat deeper into flesh and his cock ravage him even more ferociously, as if rising to the implied threat.

A thrumming growl hums at the back of Skarbrand's throat. A threat, a dare. His eyes flick between the two be-weaponed limbs a few times, before settling on the grinning Keeper. N'kari's eyes are bright with interest and excitement. " Grinning fool. Perhaps I should have flipped you over." He curses in a strained voice. N'kari hears it too and knows what it means. The end is close, but the Tempter isn't ready for the game to be over.

His tail constricts and the Reaper tenses and yanks the Keeper into him by the hips; the end does not come. There is no spend-- only the Tempter's slickness and blood; both his and N'kari's. But no burning Khornate seed. The smile N'kari gives is cruel and he takes advantage of the Reaper's momentary boneless to put himself back in the Bloodthirster lap, sitting on him like a wrangler on a broken bull.

" This game has a while yet to run, little Khornate." The Keeper purred, giving the throbbing Bloodthirster a few soft tugs. Skarbrand snorted, grimacing as he witnessed the Arch-Tempter sample the mess on his palm, then growling as the heat of the other daemon again swallowed him. N'kari flit his tongue, leaning over his partner.

" Are you afraid?"

Skarbrand showed the Tempter his teeth. His hands, still bearing much of their strength, locked around the curve of the Keeper's hips.

" I fear no flesh game."

[bloody-red-gem]

I remembered some funny (in a bad way) things that ppl constantly wrote in r/40kLore, when I still used my Reddit account. This community has always been a treasure trove of cringe.

BEHOLD, THE OVERUSED DISCUSSION, EVERYONE IS SO TIRED OF: "DO THE SPACE MARINES HAVE SEX?"

Not only these guys brought up this topic every month, but they typed such idiotic things that I wanted to hit my head on the table.

My favorites:

1) "Space Marines don't have balls/genitals, they're basically smooth Ken dolls."

By the Dark Gods, where did they even get that from... And who then are their smooth Barbies?!

2) "They're sterile, so they can't have sex."

I think I studied some wrong things in medical university for 5 years. How can you confuse "sterile" with "impotent"? "Sterile" men can't have children - not sex! And yes, Astartes are canonically unable to conceive.

3) "Even Slaaneshi CSMs are not interested in sex, only in killing and torture."

Lots of excerpts from various novels and other lore bits where they're described having sex/relationship with each other, daemons and their slaves - are we a joke to you? Or do these guys need detailed E-rated scenes to understand it?

The self-proclaimed lore messiahs also love to say: "Slaanesh is not about sex! Stop constantly talking about it!"

The joke is - I almost never saw anyone who would say that, but, again, this topic was brought up constantly. Basically purists' neuron activation posts.

Damn, Slaanesh IS about sex AND other things (torture, art, music: excesses and hedonism in everything) too! But some people outright try to exclude this specific aspect when it's absolutely wrong. Because "no s*x in my Christian incel fantasy, no-no, sir!"

One person typed that Kasperos Telmar, aka The Radiant King, had "harem" of daemon "courtesans" and mentioned his "lovers".

This is where I died: some prude answered this person that "it was not specified that The Radiant did anything sexual with them!"

OF COURSE, YOU DO NOTHING SEXUAL WITH YOUR HAREM OF HOT BOVINE-CRUSTACEAN-WOMEN! THEY WERE JUST PLAYING REGICIDE UNDER THE BLANKET! EVERY CHAOS LORD DOES IT, WDYM?

[kharrneth]

Valkia is a daemon prince and has a proper daemon prince form like any other daemon prince.

However. When she comes to the mortal world, she uses her mortal adjacent form to interact with men, elves, and dwarves. This is calculated and there are several instances, pre and post ascension, of Valkia using her femininity as a weapon, best seen in Blood Raven.

Khornates are just like other daemons: They use promises of power and other things to tempt mortals into Khorne's worship ("You are a creature of blood as much as I am...You already walk the scarlet path, little angel, we both know it. Come witness Khorne's glory, embrace what lies within you. You could be so exalted, little champion."); Valkia's methods are bit different.

Slaaneshi Adjacent. Khorne is looking the other way and given his...proclivities so far I can't help but wonder if her being female might have something to do with it. It's implied in the book though that this is an effect Valkia has on Khornates specifically. Not daemon-worshippers do not see her this way:

Context: Bothvar is one of Valkia's champions, Eldgrim is a dwarf from a hold they're attacking.

Anyway, if my adhd isn't acting up, I may draw Valkia in her "full" damon prince form. The "half-daemon prince" is just what she shows the world.

[sigmaart39]

“Not related to the Sigma meme”

>posts Slaaneshi Champion Eidolon clearly looksmaxxing and mewing like a rizzler Sigma strut

>mfw Slaanesh mogs me

Not a single one of those words are in the bible /Jk

[kompactkitty]

it's time for a mini painting post!

okay so, with 10th ed just around the corner I dove in on a combat patrol, got myself a box of sisters...

...but me being be I couldn't just build and paint a regular box of sisters, soooo

here's the test model for my slaaneshi sororitas

fairly rough paint job but I think it works for the tabletop, just need to get the rest of the box done in time, as well as work on my other projects and lift and oh spirits there is not enough time in the day

speaking of other projects, progress on the BANEBLADE is chugging along slowly

got the camo pattern finalised and started work on the detailing! I also modified the sponson/panel mounts along the sides to let me place the sponsons rear-facing, I love how it looks with a 4 sponson setup

just a shitload more to go!

help.

[the-consortium]

Dramatis Personae

Foreword to this blog

I am surprisingly fond of Fabius. An unwieldy character who is allowed by his main author to fail spectacularly and still grow. He's one of the few standout Warhammer protagonists who undergoes any real development. And of course he's a fucking sarcastic, egomaniacal asshole. Completely justifiably hated by his countless enemies (most of them his brothers) and often by his very few friends. A synonym for indifferent cruelty and ruthlessness in achieving his goals. But one thing he is never - boring!

So here now is my look through his eyes (and through those of his consortium) at the dark world of … hmmm … probably not 41st millennium. I'm deliberately keeping the time vague so I can use all the characters I want. I mix times (I want Saqqara to have a Keeper of Secrets in the bottle already! That's too funny!) and use as a location the crummy Crone World, where the Consortium was reasonably comfortable at its best - so ignore quite a few events then. Otherwise I stay as close to the canon as possible. Fortunately, the lore is vague and full of holes, so I have room to spread out. In this attached post I will gradually introduce the protagonists so that people who have not yet read the Fabius Trilogy know who these people are.

Lieutenant Commander Fabius Bile The Clonelord, vehement atheist and constantly angry at his gene sire and his brothers - while just as constantly helping them out and being dependant on them. It's complicated. He is using cloned bodies to avoid the effects of something that may look like the Blight that nearly wiped out the Third Legion before Fulgrim was found. But it isn't - it's something entirely different. When he starts using a body he looks like a "more vulpine" (his words) version of Fulgrim.

The Chirurgeon Designed by Fabius to help him with his work, the Chirurgeon has developed some kind of consciousness over the many centuries in the Eye of Terror and is even sometimes sneaking off to hunt serfs for sport and to reproduce. Yes, there are baby-Chirurgeons somewhere and they are dangerous.

Saqqara Ur-Damak Thresh A Word Bearers Diabolist, sent to assassinate Fabius. Got caught and Fabius implantet a bomb into his chest that will go off if the Clonelord dies a permanent death. Saqqara acts as Fabius' bodyguard against threats from the Warp and is constantly trying to bring the light of the Gods to his employer/captor. Waldorf to Arrian's Statler. Hated by Fabius' brothers, because slaaneshi (and every other) demons love him and are drawn to him. (he normally shaves his head and has black hair. This is just him being edgy)

Arrian Zorzi The World Eaters no longer need Apothecaries, so Arrian left his brothers behind and joined the Consortium. He's the only Astartes of the 12th Legion able to suppress the influence of the nails with a selfmade concoction. He killed his squad way back on Terra and is carrying their skulls with him - and talking to them. And they answer. He's Fabius' bodyguard against physical threats and hates Khorne with a passion - which may be a bit ironic. He loves arguing with Saqqara for reasons entirely his own.

Oleander Koh Terran Emperor's Children Apothecary and one of Fabius' star pupils. He fancies himself a gifted politician and diplomat, but he's mostly wrong. He really wants the Third Legion to rise to glory again and works to unite the bickering warlords and to motivate the unwilling Fabius to take up the mantle of leadership. He spents a significant part of his time away from the Consortium to pursue his own goals.

Khorag Sinj and Paz'uz Blessed by Nurgle the Death Guard no longer has need for Apothecaries. But Khorag wanted to continue pursuing his craft and expand his knowledge, so he left his Legion and joined the Consortium to act as Fabius' specialist for poisons and handcrafted viruses. With him came Paz'uz - the grace of Nurgle manifest. A rather friendly, playful, yet deadly demon-"dog".

Herik Stymphalos An Emperor's Children Apothecary Herik got obsessed with avian creatures way before the desaster on Terra. At first he experimented on prisoners to produce winged humans, but then he expanded his scientific field by giving himself wings, too. He is still losely affliated with the Consortium and is still conducting experiments for and with Fabius, but most of his time is spent on the backwater planet of Holvall in his giant aviary. Doing bird-stuff.

The Venerable Diomat Chaos Contemptor Dreadnought of the 12th Milennial. Now serving the Chief Apothecary. Very aggressive and senile, he is kept asleep most of the time. For some reason he really likes Fabius.

Duco A Night Lords Apothecary tasked with most of the search-and-destroy-stuff that sometimes comes up. As with a lot of his brothers he isn't the most approachable person. He likes to hang out with Herik, because they both have a kind of outsider view on the Consortium.

(Will be continued)

[fourgods-nobrakes]

New World Eaters Codex teaser post so full of cool stuff for the Legion (more flexibility in fighting style! but also classic close-quarters violence great for boarding actions!) and also both powers and flavor for the big man himself. I mean.

[Samni'arius] is a daemon blade of prodigious size containing the essence of a powerful Slaaneshi daemon, whose gladiatorial posturing offended the Primarch enough for him to administer the beating of a lifetime using nothing more than an unworked iron bar – forging the blade in the process.

What an asshole (admiring).

[alphabitchnkari]

@skxrbrand

While the furious Skarbrand marched off into N'kari's palace, the keeper himself is wailing over his destroyed home.

The Wyrm Skull, which he had paid artisans to repair time and time again, is in shambles. N'kari picks through the rubble, sorting through broken furnishing. He finds the remains of his daybed, half charred and covered in dust and scratches. The duvet he had painstakingly sown for his beloved is unsalvageable, the mammoth hairs melted into one and another.

As a Slaaneshi spirit, N'kari always tries to live in the moment, but there is something devastating to return from a trip to find your home razed. All the sentimentality attach to every piece of home makes every scrap a treasure.

This had been the first abode shared by him and Skarbrand. Where they first made love. Where he first freed the exile from his curse. Where they had lain quietly waiting for uncertain doom.

And not only the big memories. There were countless small moments. A shared meal, their tired contentment post battle, relaxing in the dawn light.

The Malalians would pay for this. But for now, he will mourn.

[chemos-factories]

Who wants to know about my rogue trader crpg character? Everyone? Excellent

Sennaca is the spare child of a spare child of a noble house, and being pushed into becoming Lord Captain von Valancius is the most responsibility he’s ever had, and the most danger he’s ever been in. He puts on a brave face, but there’s terror in his eyes sometimes.

He’s been involved, willingly or not, in court politics for as long as he can remember, and much prefers talking to combat. Every conversation with people above a certain social class is a game of chess to him. If he must fight, he’d rather set himself up in a little sniper hole and let Abelard and Marazhai tie everyone up in melee. Staunch Iconoclast, firmly of the opinion that happy citizens leads to a smaller chance of his head ending up on a pike, and stubborn in that he will certainly hear out your suggestions on how to proceed! But he’s going to ignore them.

In-game, he’s romancing Marazhai; in my heart he’s also with Abelard. And Calligos. And Nocturne of Oblivion. He’s somewhere on the aromantic spectrum, Abelard is the relationship that’s probably closest to actual romance for him. Marazhai and Nocturne of Oblivion are closer to friends-with-benefits, and Calligos is being strung along as an unwitting sugar daddy (Sennaca likes his dick and his resources and not much else, but Calligos is very receptive to the Sweet Helpless Ingenue In Over His Head act).

After escaping Commorragh, Sennaca went into a catatonic state for about a year, not doing much besides staring off at nothing while his mind finally processed everything he’d been through once he didn’t have to be in survival mode. Abelard stripped the von Valancius palace down to a skeleton crew and forbade visitors, claiming a need to quarantine in case of any xenos diseases, and spent the year looking after Sennaca himself.

If he were to fall to chaos, he would go Slaaneshi. Partially because I’m contractually obligated, but also because yes. Of course he wants excess. He wants an excess of excess, for nobody in his protectorate to ever want for anything, for everyone to have the same opportunities for leisure he’s had!

Smaller facts:

- He has auburn hair, a little more on the red side, that goes all the way down to his mid-thigh. Most of the time he wears it in a chignon to keep it out of the way

- He has grey eyes

- He’s 5’9 barefoot, 6’ in his favourite boots

- I like to think that post-game, he marries Abelard and has four children (on paper, they’re all Abelard’s, but…)

- Transgender. 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

- Rose and fox symbolism for this boy, I think. Pretty enough to make you forget that he has thorns or is clever enough to run laps around you

[slaanxsh]

The Full Slaanesh Page, with lore. He's disgusting but I also can't stop looking at him, so great job CA! Other full page gods will be being posted via queue over on @kharrneth , @nurrgleth, and @tzeenneth respectively. Didn't wanna flood the dash!

It's weird he has no tail, because almost every Slaaneshi daemon from Steed to Greater Daemons all do 🤔