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18+ nsfw blog | currently fixating on: Warhammer 40k, Gachiakuta | follows from primordialsneeze | Late 20s call me Bog | rebloggin thirsty fanfics and art... and posting art now i guess bsky @bogbikth
Calling all artists of WH on Tumblr, how the fuck do you start drawing? I need the most diabolical tips and tricks I don't mean "just pick up a pencil" I need the most blood curling advice you can give on drawing armor, astartes with and without armor, ocs, poses.
I desperately want to draw my oc so every advice is very welcome (btw I am a traditional """"""artist""""" I prefere pencil and parer over drawing programs)
This is my new drawing blog, I'll post everything there
Especially if you are doing astartes armor, they are the most shaped boys that ever shaped before.
i usually look at the minis for reference, but joy toys are a bit better if want to know how certain part of the armor move! But this is the general base that i use for their armor:
pauldrons and boots are the biggest part, in lore it's so they balance each other out;
arms and legs, all you ave to remember it's to give some space between the joints;
belt, i don't know the name but they do have some extra armor in their legs but i usually draw that as part of the belt so it's easier to model them around;
helmet and power pack are the easier bits, just look references on how you want them to look, they change a lot depending on the armor type;
digital selfharm is real. do NOT check up on that ex-partner/ex-friend. do NOT reread those old messages/conversations that you know will hurt your feelings all over again or that will otherwise make you feel like shit. do NOT block evade to see if you’re being talked about. inhale. exhale. let it pass and you’ll be better for it.
incredibly bizarre and confusing seeing ppl call themselves "chuds" all the sudden b/c like
thats what we call neo nazis and shitty conservative bros? or at least its what we used to call them? why are ppl calling themselves "chuds" affectionately now
what is happening
yall know chud means fascist right like please tell me yall know that
im hoping this is a case of "younger folks on the internet adopting Silly Word b/c its Silly and not realizing it actually means something"
so here's me educating! you're calling yourselves fascists! thats what you're doing! maybe don't do that and use your head before you start using every goofy word you see!
Tw: fouls language, sexual content, rough sexual content.
As always not proof read.
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Watching the light dance through the silvered strands of Garviel Lokens hair, you couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to tangle your fingers through it, tugging him closer as your lips brushed his, your tongue-
"Does that sound amenable to you?"
You reluctantly pulled your eyes away from the marine and returned them to source of the voice.
Horus Lupercal sat at the head of the table, eyebrow raised slightly and mouth twisted in a thin smile as he waited for your reply.
Behind him, loken and 3 other men stood in full plate. His mournival, you believed he called them. You could feel each of them surveying you through narrowed eyes.
You glanced down at the peace accord sat on the table before you and quickly flicked over the agreement, frowning slightly as you read the last point.
"How long have we been doing this, Warmaster" you sighed, pushing the document away and reaching for your wineglass. "2 weeks?"
Horus nodded, eyes pinning you in place.
"At this point, I'm willing to do whatever it takes to move this along. We want nothing more than peace to return to our skies." You took a sip from your goblet.
"That's rather hard to do with your gunships and your soldiers"
Horus bared his teeth, a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"If you had agreed to our initial terms we could have moved on much earlier."
"Oh, but then who would've kept you company all these long days"
Horus snorted and waved you away.
"Oh your company has been... delightful"
"Such a gentleman"
You both sat in silence for a moment, remembering the bitter fights that had come from 14 days of failed peace talks.
"What an ass" you thought grimly
From the scowl on Horus' face, he must've had an identical thought.
You took a long, deep drink and shook your head, embittered.
"As charismatic and respectful as you may think you are being Horus, I still find your terms to be exactly the opposite"
His guard shifted uneasily at your use of his name rather than title and you watched as the stern red haired marine snarled and gripped the butt of his pistol.
"I think our terms are most fair" Horus said slowly, restraint evident in his tone.
You rolled your eyes and leant back in your chair.
"Well it doesn't matter now. I'm desperate to be rid of you"
You made no secret of hiding the warm look you threw back to Loken, grinning as the mans face flushed before he turned away.
"Well...most of you" you smirked.
Horus' eyes flicked between you and his soldier.
"Everyone out" he barked suddenly.
"My lord, we dont-"
"Out!"
His guard hastened to oblige and you winked at Garviel as he marched past, red faced and tight lipped.
As the door to Horus' office snapped shut, all pretence of politeness fell away. You watched the man before you pick up his own, much larger glass and twirl it between his fingers, eyes narrowed and fixed on you.
"Of all the people I have met, you are by far the most infuriating" He tapped the table and pointed to the accord. "Sign the damn peace treaty so I don't have to look at you any more"
You chuckled and lent forward over the table, the low cut of your deep blue dress revealing the swell of your breasts.
"Oh but you like looking at me, don't you?" You teased, dripping your voice low as you trailed a finger along the edge of your collar.
A muscle in Horus' jaw twitched and his fingers tightened around the stem of his goblet.
"Stop making this harder than it needs to be"
"I'm sorry, am I making this.....hard?"
You emphasised the last word and Horus swallowed dryly, gaze flicking quickly from your exposed skin back to your face.
"Is that why you've been such a pain in my arse?"
You laughed and lent back in your seat, enjoying the deepening scowl spreading over the primarchs face. "Because you're just desperate for my attention?"
"Not only do you disrespect me" Horus growled "but you heckle my men" He slammed an open palm down onto the table. " I don't need you pawing at Captain Loken"
"I'll do more than that if he lets me" you bit your lower lip and sighed.
"Enough!" He spat sharply "This is MY crusade, MY mission. You deal with ME"
"Ooh, are we jealous?"
The warmaster ire was rising rapidly and you sneered as you watched the calm, collected facade crack.
"I should kill you now" he snarled. "Wipe that pretty little smile off your face"
"You think I'm pretty?" You toyed, fluttering your lashes at him. He pause, if only for a moment.
"keep running your mouth and I'll be forced to shut you up" he finally grumbled.
"Me running my mouth?" You bit back, "you're the one acting like you're better than everyone else, then acting like a stroppy child when you don't get your way"
Horus didn't reply, choosing instead to gulp a mouthful of the potent wine.
You leaned closer, swirling the ruby liquid in your goblet.
"I wonder what your men would think if they knew the kind of tantrums you threw behind closed doors."
Horus' eyes narrowed and he placed his own glass down with a heavy thump. Rising slowly from the table, he stalked towards you, kicking your chair back and placing both hands on the arms to cage you in.
"You need to remember your place" he growled. "You are here by my leave only. As soon as I am bored of you..."
The threat hung in the air for a moment.
You smiled broadly and then tipped your wine onto the floor, splattering up Horus' leg.
"Oops
The glass flew from your hand, backhanded against the wall and shattering in a hail of crystaline shards.
The primarch's fingers locked around your throat, grip tightening until your head felt light and your heart hammered desperately.
"Little bitch" Horus hissed, jaw working as he chewed the insult and spat it out.
You tried to laugh, lungs wheezing out a pathetic huff. His grip lingered for a moment longer before he released you, the man breathing almost as heavily as you as you gulped down lungfulls of air.
"It's a shame, Horus" you coughed, rubbing your throat.
"What" he snapped, glaring down at you.
You rose slowly to your feet and brushed a stray hair away from your face. Gathering the documents in your hands, you shuffled them before turning back to the war master.
"This was so appealing when I first saw you" you gestured to his face and body. You splayed a hand over his stomach, feeling the tense muscle beneath his shirt coil at your touch.
"So, so appealing" you looked up at him, trailing your finger in a lazy circle as the primarchs jaw hung open slightly at the sudden change in atmosphere.
"But then you had to open your big mouth" you hissed.
Horus blinked at you, lost for words for a moment. You turned on your heels and strode towards the door before he could reply, using his confusion to escape the rage you could feel still bubbling beneath his skin.
"I'll read through your proposal again and have an answer soon"
You flashed a smile over your shoulder, unable to help yourself one last time.
"In the meantime...where are the soldiers barracks?"
The next few days were a blur of meetings and formal dinners, broken up with the odd hour spent watching the Lunar wolves spar in the training cages. Though you were loathe to admit it, Horus had been as accommodating as he could considering your barbed tongue.
Or at the least, he hadn't killed you yet.
you shook your head, angry at finding yourself enjoying the heated exchange of words.
You hated him. Completely and absolutely. And tonight you were certain you could be rid of him and his loathsome ilk.
But a small part of you would miss the callous back and forth that ended each evening.
However, you couldn't help but wish you were back watching swords clash as you approached the primarchs office door once again, something in you set on edge, screaming at you that this night was different.
Straightening yourself, you smoothed the front of your dress; a snow white deep cut gown matching the colour of his legion. You checked your appearance in the polished steel wall of the ship before you continued: The halter neckline plunged into a deep V that drew the eye to the intricate lace vines and flowers that framed your silhouette. Delicate side cutouts at your waist offered fleeting glimpses of your bare skin with each step you took. The airy fabric spooled loosely over your hips and brushed around your ankles, whispering over the floor in a faint breeze.
You nodded and wiped a stray eyelash from your cheek before steeling yourself. You could feel your hatred of the war master and his so called imperium boiling beneath your skin as you raised your hand and knocked on the door. But as you plastered a fake smile across your lips, you knew that peace for your world hinged heavily on appeasing the egotist who opened the door with a predatory grin.
"Such a shame" you thought to yourself as you dropped into a curtsey.
"A body like that, wasted on an asshole"
"Welcome, My lady"
Horus rubbed a hand over his face as he watched the second hand on the clock slowly tick down. Waiting for your arrival was setting his teeth on edge.
He loathed you, his fingers itching towards his golden sword every time you opened your mouth.
He drummed his fingers over the table before growling and jumping to his feet, unable to sit still.
His body was tense all over, anger boiling beneath the surface as the image of your smug grin flashed through his mind.
He tossed his head like a bull, huffing as he tried to throw the thought from his head. Unbidden it was replaced by the memory of you trailing your hand over your bust, fingers teasing at the fabric; the feeling of your hand pressed to his abdomen as you looked up at him from beneath long lashes.
He imagined the light leaving your eyes as he throttled the breath from your body.
He imagined caressing your waist as he pulled you close for a heated kiss.
He cursed you silently, regretting every second he had spent in your throne damned company, dragging out his temper and waking something in his body.
He was wretched from his thoughts as the sound of knuckles on metal reverberated through the office. Long strides carried him to the door quickly and he swung it open with more force than he had intended.
"Welcome, my lady" he said through gritted teeth.
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The room was lit only by the soft flickering of a promethium lamp, turned low in the middle of the table. It was almost romantic, had it not been for the primarch prowling the edge of your vision like a hungry predator. You felt his eyes travel up and down your body as you rose from your curtsey and stepped through the doorway towards the table.
"Good evening" you replied, ignoring the tense atmosphere as you walked around the table, dragging your finger across its pitted wooden surface as you paced sounds it's edge
Watching you carefully, Horus closed the door and, after a moment of hesitation, clocked the lock shut. You swallowed and tried to ignore the flare of alarm that coursed through you.
"Have you decided to be reasonable?" The war master asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the locked door.
"I have always been reasonable" you huffed, reluctant to sit as the primarch stood deathly still in the shadows.
"You are the one acting like a classless boor"
Horus sighed and pushed off the door, uncrossing his arms and stepping forward to lean heavily on the table.
"I grow tired of these games"
"Well good, you're not fun to play with anyway" you shot back immediately.
A snarl rumbled through the mans chest as he quickly closed the gap between you and slammed a sheet down in front of you. You met his scowl with a glare equally as ferocious before allowing yourself to glance down.
"What is this"
"New terms, as suggested by my father after word reached him of your...agrievement" he clicked his tongue behind his teeth.
You pinched the page between your fingers and brought it to your face, glossing over the elegent hand writing to find the main point of the message.
"You've got to be kidding me" you shouted, crumpling the letter.
"I'm not overjoyed either" Horus bit back.
"I will not marry you" you snarled, throwing the balled paper at the war master and watching it bounce off his chest. "You're a power hungry egomaniac and I'll be dead before I marry you"
Horus watched the missive bounce to the floor. eyes narrowing, you stepped back, realising your pressed your luck too far.
"Do you think I like the idea any more than you?" He grumbled, taking a large step towards you "do you think I don't know what you've been doing? Coming here dressed like that. Did you think it would distract me? Do you think me a weak man? That I would cave to these urges?"
He knelt down, still a head taller than you.
"Listen to me." His voice dangerously low. "These are your options; political marriage, sign the accord, or-" he paused, making sure he had your complete attention. "I wipe your little city from the face of the planet and take it by force"
You stilled, chewing your lip as you realised a decision had to be made.
"Why couldn't you just leave us alone" you whispered.
"Because it all belongs to me" his eyes glinted in the dimming light and you recoiled slightly. "Your planet, your city...you. it all belongs to me. Mine by right. Or by blood."
You spat on the floor and sucked in a breath between your teeth.
"Go fuck yourself Horus" You raised your hand, your palm sweeping towards the primarch's cheek. He caught you easily before the blow landed and sneered down at you.
"Why don't do you do it yourself" he pressed your hand against his crotch and your breath caught in your throat feeling him hard and throbbing beneath his trousers.
"I hate you" you hissed through gritted teeth, but not pulling away, Your wrist still clenched in Horus' grasp. "I *HATE* you"
The war master bared his teeth in a feral grin and rose to his feet, forcing you back up against the wall, your bodies so close they almost touched. He lifted your hand away from his groin and pinned it against the cool metal, pressing his hips towards you.
"Hate me harder" his voice husky as his hips jerked forward.
You couldn't think straight, hate telling you to kick and scream, your body telling you to submit.
"You act like you don't want it" Horus took a knee again and pressed his lips to your throat, chuckling as you tilted your head back and closed your eyes before realising what you'd done and shoving him away.
"You're getting off on this" you finally replied, mouth feeling dry.
Horus laughed, low and dangerous.
"So are you" He slid a hand under your dress, brushing the inside of your thigh and withdrawing before you could shove him away, his fingers coming back slick.
"You hate me so much, but you're so wet for me"
You opened your mouth to reply, to spit and swear, but as the insult rose in your throat the primarch pressed his lips to yours in a heated kiss. His tongue pressed into your mouth to taste you and you moaned, flickering your tongue over his before biting down.
Apparently the wrong thing to do.
Horus groaned, pressing himself harder to you, mouth moving desperately against yours as his hands began to wonder over your body.
"You're such- an ass-" you gasped, rolling your head back as he released your lips to graze his teeth down your throat.
In response a hand drifted down, cupping your rear and squeezing. His other hand followed and you squeaked as you found yourself lifted into the air and placed unceremoniously on the table, glasses and paperwork scattering as Horus lay you down. A heavy hand placed either side of your head had you caged in, the primarch staring down at you like a cat who'd caught a bird. He trailed his gaze over your dress and smirked, watching you pant.
"Where has all that venom gone" the war master teased, reaching out and ripping open the fabric of your dress to free your breasts.
His tongue flicked over your nipple before his lips closed around it and sucked. Your back arched, your only response a soft moan.
"If I knew this was all it took-" he released your breast with a wet pop and feathered kisses along your stomach "to get you to shut your mouth would've put you on your back days ago"
"Pig"
He was silent, too busy shredding apart the remaining silk of your dress to leave you naked and flushed before him.
You could feel him devouring your body with his eyes, your skin prickling as you looked up at him to find his lips parted and pupils blown wide. You could see his cock straining against his trousers as he slowly ran his hands over your thighs.
For a moment, you forgot everything, lost in desire and his easy smile and the feeling of his thumb rubbing a slow circle over your clit as he pressed a finger inside you.
"So wet" he murmured, curling his finger and watching your squirm beneath his touch. He watched you writhe and twitch as he curled his finger and thrust, waiting until you were dragged towards the edge before pulling his fingers out, leaving you dangling so close to finish.
"What the fuck" you hissed, your body aching with need.
Horus laughed and dropped to his knees, throwing your legs over his shoulders and locking his mouth over your core, tongue lathing over your clit as he sucked and kissed.
Your body tensed and you threw your head back with a moan as you came, your whole body twitching, bliss flooding through your body.
"Oh fuck" you choked out, Horus' tongue still lapping at your folds.
Finally relenting, the primarch raised his head, slick coating his mouth and chin. You looked at each other, an uneasy but pleasant tension in the air, you almost smiled.
Then you remembered the accord, the threat to your world
His smug grin as he threatened to burn your home to the ground.
"I'm glad your mouth is useful for something other than spouting crap" you hummed, cocking and eyebrow at Horus
"And who knew such a sour bitch could have such a sweet cunt" he bit back immediately.
You huffed and rolled your eyes, glancing about at the shreds of pearly fabric littered around you.
"You'll need to find me clothes before I leave" you barked, wiggling yourself to the edge of the table. "Unless you want your men to know you're an animal?"
"Leave?"
Something in the war masters tone gave you pause and you looked up to see him unbuckling his trousers.
"Oh no, I'm not done with you yet"
You watch with wide eyes as Horus pulled himself free. Thick and throbbing, his cock bobbed slightly until it's own weight. Precum leaked from the ruddy tip and coating the shaft as he palmed himself.
"Nothing smart to say" Horus asked, reaching out and gripping your chin.
He spun you and pressed your chest down to the wood, still warm and damp form where you had been moments before.
"No matter" he continued, rubbing the tip through your folds.
"I'm sick of hearing you talk anyway"
You felt the heat from his body as he leant over you, chest pressed to your back as he whispered in your ear:
"Now I want to hear you scream"
He pressed forward and you tensed, back and neck arching upwards as you felt the stretch of him filling you inch by inch.
It won't fit! You wanted to scream.
Yours walls twitched and spasmed around him and Horus grunted, feeling your body fighting to take his girth.
"That's it, be a good girl for once" he groaned.
Your body trembled as you came around him, his size pushing you over the edge as he buried himself inside you. You heard him choke out a sound as he you clenched around his length and he stilled, sucking in a deep breath to calm himself.
"Like that?" He finally murmured in your ear, slowly pulling himself almost all the way back out, leaving just the weeping tip buried in your cunt.
You blinked up at him over your shoulder, bleary eyed from the strain.
"Is...is it in yet?"
Horus grimaced, placing a heavy hand on the back of your head and pressing your face down to the table.
"Shut up" he snarled, slamming his hips against yours. You felt like your body would give out as he drove himself back in, over and ove, rrutting into your heat.
Your eyes rolled back in your head, nails clawing at the table as he buried himself up to the hilt with each thrust. You finally broke and cried out as the primarch lifted your leg and propped your knee on the table, spreading you wider as he fucked you. His fingers found your clit and rubbed firm circles against the nerve, driving you mad as quakes racked through your body.
His hand still pressed to your skull grabbed a fistfull of hair and pulled you upwards
“See if we can teach you some manners”
Your cried out again, the harsh arch of your spine only adding to aches coursing through your body.
“say please don’t stop, Horus” he hissed.
“F-fuck you” you replied, voice breaking with each thrust.
Horus tutted, tugging on your hair again and grinning as he felt another orgasm rock through your body.
“Say it”
You gritted your teeth, refusing to obey until you felt him begin to slow, the fire in your belly dying down as his thrusts became slow and shallow.
“say. It”
“…please”
“Please what?”
“please don’t stop”
“See? Manners go a long way.”
You sneered, but quickly flopped forward as he resumed his harsh tempo, his balls slapping against your clit with every motion as both his hands moved to your hips to hold you in place.
Beneath the fog in your mind, you fumed at having begged the war master, your revenge quickly forming.
You looked over your shoulder at him, blinking up through tears spiked lashes until he met your gaze. A lazy smile crept across your face as you tightened your muscles and clenched around him deliberately.
Horus gasped, his chest hiccuping as you did it again.
“If you ask nicely” you smiled “maybe I’ll let you cum inside me”
Horus’ eyes widened and you drive your hips back to meet him, whimpering his name without breaking eye contact. You could feel his hips stutter, the movement becoming uncoordinated as you whispered and sighed and cried his name.
“Fuck” he growled, chest heaving in great billows of air as he struggled to control himself.
“Ask nicely”
“You little- hng!” he shuddered as you squeezed around his cock again, feeling him throb inside you.
“Please” he gasped “please let me cum inside”
“See? Manners go a long way” you copied back at him. His grip on your hips became bruising, his eyes holding a mixture of raging hate and boiling desire.
“since you asked nicely…” you lay back down flat on the table arms bent by your head as you arched your back as high as it would go.
“cum inside me” you breathed, closing your eyes and losing yourself to the electricity coursing through your veins.
Horus moaned your name as he came, his voice cracking as he trembled. You felt his cock twitch and throb as thick hot ropes filled you and leaked down your thighs. He pulled out abruptly and you gasped, feeling more cum splatter over your rear and lower back.
You lay still for a moment, listening to the heavy pants of the war master and your own heartbeat thunder in your ears. You willed some kind of life back into your legs, urging them to response but found them lacking.
Heavy steps passed by you and you jumped as you felt a warm, heavy piece of course fabric land across your body. Groaning from aches that you knew would not pass quickly, you rolled over and sat up, finding Horus’ shirt stretched across the table.
You looked at it, then up at the primarch, watch the broad expanse of his back as he poured himself a glass of wine and chugged the whole thing in one.
“Clean yourself and cover yourself up” he said, not bothering to turn around.
“how generous of you” you grimaced, wiping yourself down with a massive sleeve before slipping the shirt on over your head and drowning in the rough cotton.
You both stood in uneasy silence, the realization dawning on both of you.
“I suppose I will see you tomorrow to finalize our peace treaty” you finally coughed, face growing warm as Horus turned and finally looked at you. You felt more vulnerable wearing his shirt that you had spread naked beneath him.
“Yes” he said slowly “I suppose so”
You nodded and steeled yourself, stepping towards the door.
“Just so you know…”
Your fingers in the handle, you turned back at Horus’ voice.
"In Darkness, all Men are Equal... Save from those who embrace It. " — This emo nerd who probably has Evanescence playing on his helmet's audio system.
Vitiligo buff dude jumpscare.
I already drew like, 2 big handsome still acting "chapter masters", might aswell draw another one because, well what if they need a cousin and a friend? What if they they get sick of eachother?
OKAY I SWEAR IMMA REST AND WORK ON *********** AFTER THIS ONE, THIS IS THE LAST ONE FOR A WHILE.
Kayvaan Shrike (shrike ALSO being a type of Bird, because... Corvus Corax that's why), Youngest Ever Astartes to become Chapter Master of the Raven Guard, and his Very gorgeous cursed vitiligo that IS slowly turning him all white because that's how I imagine Raven Raven's genes working, forming these soft feather like patterns slowly curling around theyr skin and taking over theyr bodies.
Downside, he does look like someone splashed milk all over him.
Also Takahe DAMNATION meme, because... I mean BECAUSE I WANTED TO THATS WHY. We should draw ALL BIRD memes as Raven Guard or Blood Angels or Blood Ravens, Just because. These are 2625x3500 digital drawings, made on Ibispaint, using Kayvaan Shrike's gorgeous and Very emo hair having JoyToy as reference. Also The progression, because gatekeeping IS Heresy.
ok so this is kinda dumb and a lil silly but like. what do you think the primarchs would think seeing their beloved be a terrible/ugly sleeper? like they walk in to check on their beloved and their s/o is just sound asleep in bed, messy tangled hair, snoring, in an awkward position, and taking up half the bed (which is a feat in and of itself considering its primarch sized lol) would the primarchs find it endearing? embarrassing? funny?
Primarchs discovering that they beloved is an ugly sleeper
Lion El’Jonson
He entered the room silently only to check whether his beloved is resting properly but instead he finds them sprawled diagonally across the enormous bed, hair covering half their face, mouth slightly open, one arm hanging over the edge. The s/o snore and the Lion stops and looks toward the door checking whether anyone else witnessed this catastrophic breach of dignity. The s/o rolls over and somehow expands farther occupying the bed even more which should be physically impossible. The Lion studies the situation like an unfamiliar battlefield. Eventually he carefully moves one strand of hair away from their mouth so they don’t eat it in their sleep. He finds it endearing but will never admit it, if anyone else sees his beloved sleeping like this they are sworn to silence.
Fulgrim
Fulgrim is horrified by seeing his beloved sleeping face down, hair tangled into a nest, one cheek crushed against the pillow, snoring softly with absolutely no regard for symmetry.
“My love.” He approaches. “My beautiful, exquisite-” The beloved snorts in their sleep and turns over with the grace of a collapsing building. Fulgrim covers his mouth trying not to laugh. The situation is deeply undignified and also unbearably adorable. He takes a picture for private appreciation later and gently arranges the blankets, trying to move their hair into something less catastrophic but gives up when they immediately rub their face against the pillow and ruin it again.
Perturabo
He initially assumes something is wrong because the sleeping position is structurally impossible. One leg is twisted sideways, one arm is beneath the pillow, their neck is positioned at an angle that should result in immediate mechanical failure and somehow they have occupied nearly the entire bed. “How.” Perturabo walks around it slowly analyzing. His beloved snores and Perturabo frowns. He attempts to move them into a healthier position but they immediately roll back. He tries again, they expand sideways and steal his pillow. Perturabo becomes increasingly offended by the inefficiency of sleep until his beloved mumbles his name in their sleep and reaches blindly toward him. All frustration disappears. The next morning there is a new custom pillow support system beside the bed. No explanation is provided.
Jaghatai Khan
He takes one look and laughs delightedly. His beloved is lying sideways across the bed, hair everywhere, blankets kicked off, one foot somehow resting on the headboard.
“How did you get there?” They snore in response and he finds the whole thing hilarious, especially the fact that such a small person has conquered a bed built for a Primarch. He tries to climb in but there is no room, his beloved somehow claimed all available territory. Jaghatai gently shifts them and they immediately roll toward him and throw one arm over his chest… now he is trapped. He grins, great outcome. In the morning, he tells them everything and even imitates the snoring.
Russ
He thinks it’s the cutest thing he has ever seen. His beloved is tangled in blankets, hair wild, snoring openly, occupying most of the bed like a victorious warlord. “Look at you.” Russ stands there grinning. “Conquered the whole territory, have you?” The beloved makes a strange noise and hugs a pillow tighter, Russ laughs so loudly they almost wake up. He doesn’t care about snoring or messy hair for his are even worse. He climbs into the bed and simply picks his beloved up, places them on top of him and goes to sleep. Problem solved.
Dorn
He observes the situation in silence. His beloved is asleep diagonally with hair tangled and mouth open, their breathing occasionally produces a soft whistle and they are occupying an unreasonable percentage of the mattress. Dorn calculates available sleeping space. He attempts to move one pillow and the beloved immediately claims the newly opened area. He tries adjusting the blanket and they steal it. Finally he lies on the edge of the bed with perfect posture while his beloved sleeps like a natural disaster beside him. He finds it endearing but simply doesn’t display this in obvious ways. On the next day the bed is swapped for one wider.
Konrad Curze
Curze enters expecting vulnerability and perhaps something delicate but instead he finds his beloved sleeping like they were thrown down a staircase. He stares and smiles slowly, a strange soft expression nobody is supposed to see. He finds it bizarrely precious and insults them with great tenderness. “You are hideous.” His beloved snores louder. “Repulsive.” He gently moves the hair away from their nose. He becomes violently protective of their sleeping privacy, only he is allowed to witness the creature beneath the blankets.
Sanguinius
His beloved is sleeping sprawled across the bed with tangled hair, one knee raised, face squashed into a pillow and making tiny snoring noises. Sanguinius lets out a genuine helpless smile because there is something deeply comforting about them feeling safe enough to sleep terribly around him. He gently sits beside them, the beloved shifts and takes up even more space. Sanguinius laughs softly and carefully wraps the wings around them.
Ferrus
He assumes they are injured because no one sleeps in that position voluntarily. Their arm is bent beneath them, the hair is tangled across their face and one leg is completely outside the blankets. Ferrus walks over and examines closely, they snore and he relaxes slightly. He notices they have taken over most of the bed. He nudges them. Nothing. He tries moving their leg and they immediately kick the blanket farther away. The next morning he bluntly informs how remarkably inefficient they are while unconscious.
Angron
He enters quietly and his beloved is completely unconscious with hair tangled, blankets twisted, one arm stretched over his pillow and snoring softly. They are defenseless, peaceful and safe. Angron stands there for a long moment. The beloved makes a ridiculous sound in their sleep and Angron almost laughs. He walks closer and simply sits beside them, they shift toward his warmth immediately without hesitation. He doesn’t understand why but that makes him emotional. He carefully moves one blanket over their shoulder.
Roboute Guilliman
He comes in intending to check whether his beloved is sleeping properly. Technically they are but their hair is everywhere and they have taken up an astonishing amount of space. Guilliman studies the situation and the remaining six inches of mattress. He tries gently rotating them into a safer position and they immediately return to the original one. He adjusts the pillow and they throw it onto the floor. He quickly realizes that sleep can’t be administrated while the beloved sleeps on. He tries to lie down beside them but there is still no room so he ends up sleeping at an awkward angle. “We may benefit from a larger bed.” He says the next morning.
Mortarion
He sees the beloved sleeping badly and immediately approves of the sheer honesty of it, for he finds the lack of performance strangely comforting. He doesn’t move or correct their position and lets them occupy most of the bed. He has endured worse conditions. The next morning he will tease with brutal honesty.
Magnus the Red
Magnus finds the entire thing fascinating. His beloved is asleep in a position he has never seen documented in any anatomical text and occupying almost the entire bed. He considers using telekinesis to reposition them but decides against it because somehow they look comfortable. He sits nearby reading. Every few minutes they produce a strange noise and Magnus looks over every time. Eventually they roll over and throw one arm across his lap so Magnus stays completely still so he doesn’t wake them. The next morning he delightedly explains that they demonstrated seven distinct sleeping positions. He counted.
Horus
He sees his beloved sleeping like a disaster and instantly smiles without hesitation. He loves it. The fact that someone so small has conquered an enormous bed is intimate and real. Nobody else but him gets this version of them. He sits beside them and gently brushes hair away from their face, the beloved answers by snoring directly against his hand. He laughs and takes a picture for affection but also possibly for teasing.
Lorgar
He finds it spiritually beautiful and makes everyone uncomfortable about it. His beloved is sprawled across the bed completely without dignity and Lorgar sees profound meaning, they trust him and have surrendered consciousness beside him without fear. “There is holiness even in this.” He whispers.
Vulkan
He is overwhelmingly affectionate and thinks every part is precious. Vulkan smiles so warmly the room may actually get brighter. He could easily move them but he doesn't, instead he carefully climbs into the remaining space. The beloved rolls closer, he pulls the blanket over them both. If they wake embarrassed Vulkan laughs and kisses their forehead.
Corvus Corax
He is quietly amused, tender and slightly impressed. He watches from the doorway and smiles slightly. It’s a rare sight and they look completely unguarded. Corvus retrieves the blanket and places it over them, they immediately kick one foot out. He adjusts it again and the foot returns. He accepts defeat and sits in the nearby chair, reading. When the beloved wakes up he shows them a small sketch, he tenderly documented the territorial expansion.
Alpharius Omegon
One twin enters, sees their beloved sleeping sideways occupying nearly the entire enormous bed and leaves. The other twin enters, sees the same thing and leaves. They return together and their beloved shifts taking even more space. In the morning they proudly inform the beloved that they successfully denied two Primarchs access to their own bed.
🦁💏😤POV Disney Prince Lion El'Johnson judges your ship.
43 people looked at Lion boy here and clicked immediatly what this pose was a reference to, so I was forced to color him in a 2D animation style, WHAT IS SOMEHOW HARDER THAN MY USUAL STYLE, but I think it looks great, so thank you!
Drawing short hair lion feels so weeeeeird—
We have Guilliman and Yvraine (based on idiotoftheeast 's masterpiece, but slightly diferent Because I cannot draw Yvraine as cute as he does), Celestine and her Grey Fox mommy, The Geriatric Skeleons, Ephrael and Kyganil, and Magnus The Red doing Nothing Wrong.
Also Now I remember WHY I don't draw these Men in armour.
As Always, these are a bunch of digital drawings done on Ibispaint, 4000x3000 The big One I had to cut, and The usual 2625x3500 the smaller Ones, and JoyToys are Always The best references. IF ONLY VULKAN WOULD GET ONE
It has finally rained here so I got a bit inspired
not related to the poll i made, this is a spontaneous creation
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So this was rain.
The soft pitter-patter of droplets against the windows you passed was…oddly unnerving.
Maybe you just weren’t used to it— preferring the gentle humming of a ship.
The wetness was another aspect you could really do without. Doing your job was already tough enough, without having to worry about things getting wet or slipping on the stone plates you walked on.
And your own clothes were soaked, as well. There was only hoping you wouldn’t catch a cold.
You had spent most of your life on various ships or Nocturne, places where rain simply did not happen, and you were all the happier for it.
But this was Terra— The Holy Terra— so you’d grumbly accept this as a part of the ✨experience✨.
But, as with any thing in life, there’s a difference between tolerating something and liking it.
And you did not like rain.
The crates in your hand wobbled as you crossed a corner.
You missed Vulkan, his warmth, his comfort. But you’d never in a million lifetimes dare to interfere between him and his sibling, and especially not his father, so you returned to your duties as you waited.
Whether you waited for him to return or for this weather to end, you didn’t really know.
Probably both.
Lost in thought like this, you didn’t notice someone stepping in your way before it was too late.
With a loud crash, the crates fell to the ground as you tried to regain your footing, made difficult by the puddle you just stepped in.
You slipped, you fell—
There was no impact. A strong hand had grabbed your shoulder, catching you.
You knew that warmth.
“My Lord!“, you exclaimed, before newly learned familiarity could override the forces of habit.
“Hello, my dear.“ Vulkan smiled, pulling you back up to your feet. Once he knew you were standing safely, he pat your hair. “Are you alright?“
“I’m fine—My apologies for running into you like this.“ You lowered your head, not just to him, but also to the two Space Marines accompanying him.
“Don’t worry. It’s just a small mishap. No harm done.“ He glances at the crates on the floor, and without a word spoken, the other two men go and grab them. You want to protest, say they shouldn’t, but he shushes you gently before you can say anything.
“Let them help you, my flame. This weather must have made your work none the easier. And they’ve been in nothing but meetings all day, I’m sure they could benefit from some variation.“
The two nod, and you relax a bit. Sure, you still feel bad to have them do your job, but what felt like a decently heavy load to you must weigh close to nothing to the two of them.
Vulkan instructs them and they’re on their way. Out of habit or duty, you want to follow them, but before you could do any such a stupid or foolish thing, he has lifted you up into his arms.
Your surprise vocalizes itself in an undignified squeal, and he laughs, shaking the ground with it.
“There are better things to do during the rain than carry crates all day.“ He muses, as he carries you off.
“Why were you even working in the first place, love? I thought I had—“
“I know, I know, you’ve told me I didn’t have to work and could just enjoy visiting Terra.“ You huff a bit. “It’s boring. Not Terra itself, there’s a lot to see here, but…you’re not around, and having nothing to do feels so extravagant. Like I’m someone special.“
“But you are.“
A soft laugh escapes your lips, more meant to deflect his compliment than actual humor. “Maybe. Doesn’t change the fact that seeing everyone around me so busy and not having to do anything myself…ugh, it drives me up the walls.“ You grimace. “I didn’t know the weather would get like this though.“
The door to his room opens, and he lets you down. “Yes, terran weather can be a bit unusual and unpredictable at times.“ There is a small glint in his eyes. “So it is boring when I’m not around?“
You feel a blush creep up your neck. “Well, yeah.“
“Even though, most of the time, we do nothing but exist in each other’s presence?“ He sounds so gentle and slightly amused, but not in a mocking way, not really.
Throne, he loves to tease you like this.
“But at least you’re there.“ Realization dawns on you that the word you’re looking for is Lonely rather than Bored. Most of the people you’d call friends are busy or not here, so there’s no one to see the town with, or read a book beside, or do anything.
You’d rather die than admit that, though.
He laughs again, soft and earnest, it makes your heart melt. “Then, I shall need to find a way to spend more time with you. Or find something that doesn’t involve hoisting crates through the rain. Speaking of—“
He called over a serf and asked for some new clothes for you. You were drenched, even if you had stopped caring about it, and your shoes made a small plitch sound on the ground every time you took a step.
As they disappeared, he wrapped you in a towel. “I’ll make us some tea while you dry and change“.
The tea was nice, but being pressed to Vulkan’s chest as the two of you were sitting on the bed was definitely nicer.
His hand was on your stomach as he read a dataslate—work, you assumed— while you leaned on him, absorbed in a book. The rain had morphed from an annoying nuisance to a soft background noise, and you reveled in the warmth of the blankets and your lover.
Quiet moments like these were rare. Most of the time you visited Vulkan in the forge, or helped him and his sons with battle preparations (to the best of your ability).
But this… this was nice.
He hummed as he put the dataslate away, and pressed a kiss to your hair.
“Maybe I should bring you along next time, so we don’t miss each other’s presence.“
You turn your head, looking up at him. He smiles and cradles your face.
“I’m sure the Emperor would love to know who it was that stole the heart of one of his sons.“
Got to thinking about Vulkan, (like any reasonable Salamanders fan would,) and the fact that his adoptive father N'Bel on Nocturne died of old age sort of ruins me a little everytime think about it, especially when you factor the Emperor's whole deal into the equation, and think about Vulkan too.
Imagine living your entire childhood as an outcast, you're bigger than most kids in your planet and you're constantly being raided by the Dark Eldar, and the father figure in your life teaches you everything you need to know about smithing, living on Nocturne, and the ideals of your society; and the moment you grow up and meet your supposed "real dad," he's the god of the fucking universe or some shit and you're prophecied to be a warlord for him.
If Vulkan landed on any other planet I think things might've gone very different, but holy shit does he owe a lot of it to N'Bel.
