Coloring the earlier piece, plus some wips to go with it. The best couple in the franchise Angron and Lotara Sarrin
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Coloring the earlier piece, plus some wips to go with it. The best couple in the franchise Angron and Lotara Sarrin
An inked piece and a few progress shots when I could remember to take them. Peak power couple, Angron and Lotara Sarrin.
congrats khârn
if u mention the pen pressure difference on Angron compared to the world eaters i will do something dramatic
Day 20/Rivals
Articulated crab-shaped brooch set with garnet and diamonds, crafted in the 19th century AD.
Sergeant Valorem Gadriel - W40k
Together
original story by @beckyninja
Adapted Excerpt from the original manuscript
***
Months Earlier
You jerked awake, thoughts muddled. Shoving blankets and pillows aside, you sat up in what Titus referred to as your “nest”. The artificial light remained off, and only a few stubby candles flickered. Still the night cycle.
You rubbed your eyes and tried to remember what had awoken you. Then you heard it. Deep, panting gasps, almost animal-like in their intensity. The chemical tang of Astartes sweat filled the air.
“My Lord?” You yawned.
“...go back to sleep, Little Healer.”
Something in his voice worried you, and you scrambled out of your pile of cloth. Or tried to, anyway. A pillow shifted under your feet and you tumbled back into your nest with a yelp.
A strained huff from the cot. “Clumsy.”
Grumbling and now fully awake, you stood, straightening your sleeping robe around you. “Are you all right, my Lord?”
“Yes.”
He did not sound all right.
In the dark, your thighs hit the edge of the cot and you toppled forward, hands landing on scarred, warm skin.
“I’m so sorry, my Lord! I just wanted to- eep!”
Hands came out of nowhere, dragging you up and forward until you sprawled on what could only be an impossibly large chest.
“Titus?!”
“Stay.” This close, you heard the unsteadiness in his voice. “I need….”
You understood. “Nightmares?”
A deep sigh was your only answer. Something bumped the top of your head, pressing into your hair, and you felt a warm rush of breath.
“Your scent is… calming.”
“Um. All right, then.” You hoped he didn’t notice the way your breath quickened.
***
Warhammer has absolutely ruined my sense of proportion. When I dug out this unfinished drawing from two years ago, I thought, throne, I made their heads too big😓
Marius and Marneus 🥹🥹🥹
Aeonid and Cato 🥰🥰🥰
Remus Ventanus and... Who is that? 🤔
I love the parallels here, but I probably don't know the little blueberry over there
A happy ending.
WIP.Design for my fan made merch (for exchanging & gifts)
by Darya Rudakova
None of us can go back.
What having two balding inducing medias to mf - Guilliman in Hades style!
//Alright friends. We’re at Adepticon. Come find me. 🥰
Solar Council
by Lewis Jones