a blog dedicated to my love of warhammer ﹠ overwatch . i dream of the stars , they guide me .
this blog contains 18+ content . sporadic posting , 100% self-indulgent ﹠ i write on occasion ♡ you can call me astro or aster . my asks ﹠ dms are open if you would like to chat ! fanart i commissioned , please don't edit or use without asking .
horus heresy has me in a chokehold . beware !
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Ahriman is such a great character he keeps being like "ahhhh of course my knowledge and Dark Powers will surely get me out of this hole" and then he uses those powers to summon a bigger shovel than anyone in the galaxy has ever seen
Allein (harlequin disguise} by @xstrawberry-sorbetx
Art by the wonderful @sorbet! Commissioned by me.
You can see my Rogue Trader story here or check out my other Rogue Trader art here
Check out @xstrawberry-sorbetx for her lovely art. it's so vibrant and colorful, I had to steal a slot for her may commissions. She's sweet like sugar and I'm worried she'll melt in the rain. Consider commissioning her when her slots open again!
You never know who's pulling the strings behind the scenes. Especially if the story is interesting.
Art by the sinfully talented Theo Suren who is very kind and patient -enough to listen to several pages of rambling - and presented me with this museum worthy masterpiece! Do consider commissioning Theo or following him on Bsky.
You can see my Rogue Trader story here or check out my other Rogue Trader art here
Check out @vesperifer for his wonderful art! I really did love commissioning him. The texture of the cloth! The lights and shadows! Allein looks real ! What a wonderfully talented artist!
i haven’t had a lot of time to hobby this year, B U T i have been back to chewing on clowns recently. particularly of the harlequin variety.
just listened to ❛ A Deadly Wit ❜ today && !!!!!! i got my hands on a hard copy of ❛ The Masque of Vyle ❜ . which left me feeling shookith, cause it’s in amazing condition & didn’t cost me any body parts to obtain. i'll post my thoughts on it soon ♡
my harlequin fixation continues. slowly, but surely.
Hey, i‘d like to request fem Leman Russ x gn reader who is the opposite of her, but they still love eachother dearly?
fem!russ x gn!reader
author's note : hello dearest anon !!! thank you for your request . you took me out of my comfort zone, i have never written anything for Leman Russ , but i had a lot of fun . i started with a few headcanons to help me navigate some misconceptions i had about Leman and decided to include them , i hope you enjoy . ദ്ദി╥ ᴗ ╥)
trigger warnings : none, unless genderswapped primarchs aren't your thing.
headcanons 。
When you first saw Leman Russ, you thought she was a brute. Well, that was your second thought after the terror of being in the presence of a Primarch had dulled some. Your first true thought had been more of a plea to yourself “don’t puke, don’t puke”.
She, on the other hand, found you interesting. Your scent had caught her attention first, one she'd picked out of a crowd of over a dozen other people. Beneath the salty tang of sweat and terror was something earthy and warm, it reminded her of a cozy cave and fire in the middle of a snowstorm.
Leman stalked you quietly for a few days before approaching you; studying you, learning your habits and interests. It wasn’t like you didn’t know she was there. It’s hard to miss a Primarch and she didn’t try to hide herself. Every time you met her eyes, she seemed delighted. Like the way a wolf might delight in the frightened expression of a sheep before leaping in for the kill. Stalking you was a game for her, and the predatory part of her enjoyed it.
She proposed a game one evening, which took you by surprise. She hadn’t said hello, how are you, what’s your name.. No, she challenged you to a game. If she wins, you join her for a year’s travel. If you won, she’d treat you to a feast at her side before she departed from Terra.
You agreed, but only if you got to choose the game. She grinned then, your first introduction to her crooked, toothy smile. The game you chose was chess as, at that time, you underestimated her intellect.
In the first game of Chess, Leman Russ ( as she finally introduced herself as ) lost. It was to be out of three, and you felt confident you’d earn a second win with no problem. You thought of her as a simple mind and wondered why the Emperor had chosen her to lead one of his armies. It had to be her physical prowess, why else?
The second game, you lost. Terribly! It wasn’t even a fight. Leman bested you in two moves.
The third, she let the game go on longer, the intelligence in her pale blue eyes startling you every time you chanced a glance to look at her. She seemed pleased. You’d fallen for her facade, and she’d taken great pleasure in using it against you. You lost the third round.
The year you spent with Leman Russ and her Space Wolves quickly came and went. One turned to two, and two became three. You chose, in the end, to stay with her. The more you got to know her, the more you came to understand her and to eventually love her.
request 。
The weighty thuds of Leman Russ’ romp against her wolfsibling, Geri, rattled the floor. You could feel the vibrations after each collision, even through the thick pelts you sat on. Leman fought like a woman possessed with teethed bared and low, animalistic snarls tearing through the air. You scoot closer to Freki, pressing yourself into the wolf’s furred side. He, unlike you, dozed peacefully. Not at all bothered by the roughhousing of his two siblings. Apart of you envied his calm, but unlike you, Freki didn’t have the threat of being crushed looming over his head.
In your lap, nearly forgotten after the wrestling had started, sat a peculiar book adorned with symbols and mythos not of Fenris, but Prospero. It had taken a lot of convincing on your part to get Leman to let you keep the book. Your fingers catch on a raised symbol on the cover and you look down at it, brow furrowing.
A switch had been flipped the moment Magnus The Red had taken an interest in you, in your abilities. You still weren’t sure how you felt about them. It wasn’t exactly like you could lift objects with your mind, or see clear visions of the future. You’d always thought of your “ gift ” as a gut feeling. A gut feeling that was, more often than not, right. It wasn’t anything special, or even useful if you ignored it. Yet it had been interesting enough to capture the attention of a Primarch.
Magnus had spoken to you in private on the matter, delving into your ability and how it was but a mere steppingstone toward your greater potential. She offered you a place to study, to learn how to harness your ability. You turned her down gently and in a shown of kindness, Magnus had gifted you a book. Said it might help you in your studies and, should you change your mind, you would always be welcome on Prospero to learn.
Leman had been none too keen on you conversing with her sibling. Magnus and her ‘ sorcery ’ - as Russ had called it - had no place at her table. You’d reassured her time and time again that your part in it all was simply a manner of curiosity. You had no intention of studying under Magnus who, to her credit, had made a pretty strong argument as to why you should study on Prospero. Strong argument or no, you were content with the Space Wolves and loyal to Leman. They had given you house and hearth, welcomed you into their midst despite your quiet demeanor and awkwardness around them.
Something you hadn’t told Magnus at the time, was no matter how strongly she tried to convince you to study on her planet, loved Leman and that would always be the deciding factor. You were sure Magnus already knew, as all of her siblings did. Leman didn’t exactly keep her adoration of you a secret. If you weren’t in her arms being doted on by the big, goofy woman with wolfish tendencies, you were at her side or in direct eye sight. Unlike Leman, you were more subtle in your affections for her. Casting glances her way, smiling at her jokes and giving her reassuring smiles to show you were listening. It took a lot of courage for you to initiate public displays of affection. Most of the time you resorted to holding her fingers ( her hands were very large after all! ), or touching her arm. At least until she decided she wanted more, and scooped you up to show you off.
You were still mortified after meeting Sanguinius for the first time. The Angel had been locked into a one-sided deep conversation with Leman when you’d passed by. Without even looking at you, Leman grabbed you and held you in her arms like a favorite toy; ignoring your protests while you’d dangled helplessly in her arms. Sanguinius had, politely, greeted you once she realized Leman had grown bored and excused herself. Even as polite as Sanguinius was, she did a terrible job of hiding the laughter in her smile.
Despite being slow to adopt their customs, some of which still made you feel uncomfortable, your efforts to relate to the Space Wolves had not gone unnoticed. Most of all, your studious curiosity to hear of their stories; to gorge on their epic tales of strength and valor.
While being held in public embarrassed you, something about sitting on Leman’s knee, drinking and listening to her sons and daughters tell stories did not bother you. You enjoyed those moments of feasts and revelry. You learned so much as they told you tale after tale. Some of their home world, others of their own personal triumphs. Most of all, you’d adored the way they spoke of Leman Russ.
“Once she uprooted a tree and sharpened it to a mighty fine tip with only her teeth!” That one had made you laugh. You expected Leman to be offended, but she’d laughed alongside you, flashing a fanged grin as if her teeth were proof enough of her deeds.
“Is that how you chipped your fang?” You’d asked her. The room had grown quiet after that. It had made you wonder if you’d broached a sensitive topic.
And then, with uproarious laughter, Leman and her wolves shattered the silence.
“Let me tell you the story of how I met the All Father…”
“Not falling asleep on me, are you?” Leman’s voice broke you out of your trip down memory lane. You noticed her sitting in front of you with Geri’s head tucked under her arm. The white wolf didn’t look happy to be there and, once Leman’s attention was on you, surrendered with a low, agitated whine till Leman let him go.
“No, just thinking.” She smiles at your words, the crooked kind of smile she often does that accentuates her broken tooth.
When you smile back at her, she takes it as an invitation and crawls over to you, nudging your legs apart with her nose. As you try to move your book out of her path, she takes it from you with a surprising amount of gentleness. You pretend not to noticed the way her eyes lingered on it, before she set it aside. You appreciated the effort she made, knowing just how much she would have rather tossed it aside instead.
She slumps down on top of you, her face rubbing back and forth against your belly while her arms snake around you.
“About?” She asks, her voice muffled by your shirt. You take your time replying, instead letting her question linger while you play with the metal beads in her hair.
She nips at your belly with a huff of impatience.
“How much I love you.” You say finally and Leman visibly relaxes. You didn’t notice how tense she had been when she’d first approached. How had it not been this obvious? You can’t help but wonder if she thought your mind had been consumed by Magnus’ book; by forbidden magics and mysticisms. None of which were actually IN the book, but that was a conversation for another time.
“Was just thinking the same.” She responded with a laugh, kissing Her way up your stomach and chest. When she reaches your face, she stops; her pale blue eyes drinking you in. She presses her forehead to yours and, in her native tongue says “I love you too.”
"I've only known Motley for a short time, but if anything happens to Motley, I'll kill everyone in this room and then myself."
You can see my Rogue Trader story here or check out my other Rogue Trader art here
Check out @caliblorn for her wonderful art. I saw her Motley being a totally innocent Harlequin and I adored him so much that I had to ask if I could commission her. She's a delight to talk to and as much as I fumbled my words was always patient and able to figure out what I wanted. If her slots open again, I can't recommend her enough.
Look at this handsome Motley that @xstrawberry-sorbetx surprised me with! He's so gorgeous! It really made my day to see his handsome face. ;'; Strawberry is so sweet- do check her out!
