A little bit about myself: She/her, 22 y.o., aroace. English is not my native language, but I try to hone my skills in it!
Self-taught traditional artist, I work in experimental technique: basically use every material I can find. If I suddenly get inspired, I can draw my art on some ugly piece of paper. A bad habit that I'm trying to wean myself from.
Drawing has been my passion since childhood, but due to the fact that I first prepared for exams at school, and then spent 5 years at medical university, I put my hobby on hold for a long time.
I spend a lot of time on my work and have a very poor health (ironically), but I'll try to upload something new as often as possible!
My favorite fandoms: J. R. R. Tolkien's Legendarium, M. Moorcock's Elric novels, The Elder Scrolls, The Witcher, Baldur's Gate, Soulsborne, Dragon Age & Mass Effect, DnD & R. A. Salvatore's novels, varioud oldschool sci-fi/fantasy/horror anime/films/series.
For now, Warhammer 40K is my main passion, but I'll definetely draw something else too!
I'm currently trying to write fanfiction. I also suffer with my historical novel about English Civil War (I'm a horrible Anglophile).
I can sometimes post my thoughts, excerpts from the books or a random meme.
Since Fulgrim's foster father Coryn named him after the water-bringer god of Chemos, I think this image really suits him!
The theme of water, in fact, appears several times in the Emperor's Children history. According to Telemachon Lyras, an entire race of spirits once lived in the oceans of Chemos:
“Chemosian legend tells us that our world once had seas and oceans, in an age when Chemos’s sun burned bright enough to inspire a wealth of life. The Nayad were a species of water spirits charged with watching over the oceans. They sang to the beasts of the deepest waters, and their songs soothed our world’s soul. When their music finally came to an end, the oceans dried up and the sun grew darker in the dusty heavens. Chemos itself mourned the loss of their songs.”
Not to mention the fact that Fabius named his daughter Melusine - just like the mermaid/lamia-like spirit of fresh water from European folklore.
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I have an intense love/hate relationship with Lucius. I really like him as a character, but as a person? Oh boy, even my heretical Slaaneshi arse can't forgive what he did to my poor sweet boys Saul and Solomon. This was too low even for a traitor. And the fact that Tarvitz actually loved this bastard to the very end ripped my heart to shreds.
Blog's been running on queue this week, I've been too busy to be online, but I have recently read the Iron Warriors short story The Skull Harvest by Graham McNeill and started reading Huron Blackheart: Master of the Maelstrom by Mike Brooks. Why these two when Cain won? It's because they're on my phone. (My Ciaphas Cain books are physical, I started Caves of Ice before either of these but I'm not too far into it yet because I can't carry an Omnibus around as easily.)
Anyway, let's talk about those two! Spoilers and terrible memes below!
The Skull Harvest is about Warsmith Honsou of the Iron Warriors' participation in a Battle Royale style completion run by Huron Blackheart of the Red Corsairs. I really liked the concept, but I'm not convinced it works well as a short story. So much happens in it without being elaborated upon that it ends up feeling more like an outline for a novel. The character interactions are a highlight, especially between the Iron Warriors and whenever Huron's onscreen. Honsou is a great lead, very likable. Honestly, he comes off as a surprisingly clean-cut hero type in this one, until you remember what he's actually doing. Ardaric Vaanes is super fuckable and deserves more fans. Also... I love a fake betrayal.
I enjoyed the idea of the Skull Harvest competition, too. A Battle Royale that ends in death or being recruited by someone stronger, where the winner at the end leaves with an army and Huron's favour... That's so much fun! I did find myself wondering how it benefits the Red Corsairs, though. I bet it's actually a terrible reality TV show, as well as one hell of a gambling racket. Unfortunately, because the contest doesn't have room to breathe in the short format, it all comes off as rather Khorne-coded, with one Slaneeshi guy and a tiny bit of sorcery in the mix. Would have been great to see how different aspects of Chaos mixed and manifested over a longer version of the competition. Perhaps it could have include more varied trials too? (I'm biased as a big fan of Kaiji Ultimate Survivor, though.)
In summary:
I'm 58% of the way through Huron Blackheart: Master of the Maelstrom, in which the Bloodreaver's boys famously joyride the Macragge's Honour. I don't love some of the stylistic choices, like the book being written in he present tense, but it's been a quick and easy read so far. Huron is clever, charismatic, ruthless, and doing everything he does while in terrible physical pain and under the extreme stress of keeping his relationship with Chaos balanced. He almost makes it look easy, but it is clearly taking a toll. Love that shit.
There's a lot of detail about the inner politics of the Red Corsairs. Watching Huron juggle loyalties and debts is *chef's kiss*.
Will probably have more to say about that when I'm done reading, though. Also, I'm looking forward to being able to compare the Huron from the Skull Harvest and the Huron from Master of the Maelstrom.
Special shoutout to Datasmith Griza Dallax and her Baymaxes Kastelans. She is given a lovely "join or die" at the beginning and now seems to be falling to Chaos in real-time as she starts to see the operession of the Imperium for what it is... Or is she!? That doesn't really convey her story, I'm enjoying how nuanced it is. Also, her parts are some of the funniest so far.
Okay, that's all for now! Will post again when I'm done with Caves of Ice and Master of the Maelstrom.
1) IMHO, Master of the Maelstrom's plot was "ok", but the characters and interactions between them were really great. Scheming, haughty and sassy son of Sanguinius, fallen to Chaos? And he plays mind games with Huron? *chef's kiss* Perfect!
2) Alastor Rushal stole Ardaric's title "the kinkiest traitor Raven" - what a bad boy (*slams the table* THAT'S WHAT SEVATAR SAID!). The Slaaneshi birb Vaanes deserves the same attention!
3) I actually envy everyone who hasn't read Fabius Bile trilogy. These books were so good that they (with some of ADB's stuff) ruined my subsequent WH40k experience. I'm practically obsessed with them. 3 years have passed and I'm still bitter that GW lost Josh Reynolds.
Ikr?! Man with warp-induced maniacal schizophrenia, who flayed and dismembered thousands, brutally killed a woman for a suicide attempt and made a corpsemeat statue of his dad?
FINALLY, A CERTIFIED HUSBAND MATERIAL WE'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR!
“The Radiant was beautiful. Not handsome, but beautiful. Perfection had rendered his features almost androgynous.
He turned towards them, his eyes burning like miniature suns. He leaned forward, setting his boots on the deck. He wore what had once been a suit of Crusade-pattern power armour. Shaggy white fur was wrapped about his greaves and the vambraces of his gauntlets. His chest-plate had been decorated with a grotesque mural depicting Fulgrim’s moment of apotheosis. One of his shoulder-plates had become fused and twisted into the shape of a leering feminine face. The face whispered softly as the Radiant rose to his feet.
A daemon slid past him, tittering. He took the claw it proffered and they spun in a brief, courtly dance. The daemon clicked its fangs in disappointment as he brought its claw to his lips for a kiss of polite dismissal.”
－ Fabius Bile: Primogenitor, Josh Reynolds
P. S. Working on all these microscopic details was hellish and took many hours, but hey, one of the most imposing Chaos Lords ever deserves no less!
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> Space Marines shit their power armour when you simply cough and think it's the end of the world when you smile (Except sergeant Dolomen. You love sergeant Dolomen)
> oh yes, you're intimidating, and you know this, babe!
> beat the hell out of Gabriel Seth himself (general reason: Seth was an asshole)
> wrestle your crazy overpowered berserk brothers every weekend like it's a restaurant appointment
> land on some backwater world to do this again
> be nom'd by a giant eel
> start to wonder if you're accidentally living in some kind of damn comedy
when I say writers, fanfic writers are always included — because they’re just as valid and talented as every other writer who writes and sells original works
Maybe this son of Fulgrim is in bliss with his daemonette lover on some warp-infested ship, like Quarzhazat, or maybe on some daemon-world in the Eye of Terror - no one can say for sure...
I wanted to capture the scaring essence of Slaanesh. At first glance, you think you're seeing something beautiful, until you take a closer look. But it's too late - your soul is already in the clutches of the Youngest God. Forevermore.
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Me, re-reading novels about genocidal batshit crazy transhuman war criminals for the nth time, because it helps me take my mind off reality for at least a couple of hours:
Lord of Excess was a big letdown for me. But it made me realize one very surprising thing: McNeill isn't such a bad EC-author! There are far worse ones out there!
At least Graham had two shining moments of brilliance in Crimson King (immediately dropped the ball afterwards, but, hey, babysteps!).
So, let me forget about McCormick. He gave me hope with a really good short story and a good first half of a novel. But now, with this second half of the novel riddled with logical inconsistencies, holes in the story big enough to drive a landraider through without scratching the paint and the endless same-same of "betrayal-idiocy-depravity", I need him to walk away from anything EC as briskly as possible. Let my poor guys bask in the fading glory of Reynolds and the few things Kyme, Wraight and St.Martin wrote. Maybe someday some author will come along to carry Josh's torch further! But not today.
At the moment it's fanfiction and fanart for me.
(Pic of Lucius just because I want to. And because McCormick didn't let me keep any good chars. He destroyed them all. To shreds, you say?)
Yeah, this book was a huge disappointment. I waited so long for it to come out, and all for this? A boring plot, mostly uninteresting empty characters who could have been interesting, but they were just killed! Not to mention that the characters didn't feel like legionnaires of the Third at all. You could easily cross out "Emperor's Children" and write "random SM Imperial Chapter, gone renegade", and personally I wouldn't notice the difference. In the end, Xanthine began to irritate me so terribly that I wanted to punch him in the face! I don't understand what happened to the author: A More Perfect Union was a great story! It was as if someone forced him to write nonsense. Or maybe I just overestimated him.
Finally finished my old spontaneous art: Lord Inquisitor from the Ordo Hereticus and his bodyguard - Sister of Battle from the Order of the Bloody Rose.
Wanted to try something John Blanche/Adrian Smith-like.
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