#astorath

[moj-cien]

Buying from joytoy was an oddysey 💀

Here's an old sketch that decided to play around with colors.

[soosmain]

you seem like a very wonderful primarch and horus heresy era artist but I must ask if you have a favorite astartes! I ask because i’ve seen an upsurge in mephiston from you recently and I love love love how you draw him and wanted to know if we could expect more meph in the future 🥹🥹🥹

…and I have an increasing suspicion that it’s because sol gave you her brain worms…

Possibly! Primarchs are fun to draw cus they were my first introduction, BUT i enjoy guardsman and astartes storylines just as much

And yes, it did take Pina's introduction to him to give him some attention

Suffice to say i like him!

[mehiwilldoitlater]

Fantasy

@absynthe-mind

His hands are big from his nature, scarred from the countless battles that he had pledged, and they burn like coals. They're calloused from his infamous axe, but now they are nothing but soft while they caress your body, your legs, slowly tracing up, exposing your bare skin.

His talons are sharp; they could rip off a heart as much as you care, but now they just make your skin crawl in anticipation. Even if he scratched you or cut you, you wouldn't even care; it would be just another marking.

His lips are small but soft, kissing your chest without leaving one angle free from his clutches. You cannot see; his raven hair covers his gesture, but you're sure that even now he's baring his fangs, projecting to bite into your soft skin.

You would allow him; you want him to do it.

He's an omen between his brothers, but here it's just the one your body and soul desire.

"Y/n…"

He raised his gaze, his ruby eyes met yours, and you just wanted to crumble. You wish he could just devour you; you wouldn't mind. You cannot hide your moan anymore; you just want him. You beg to be taken, he smiles, he rises, and—

"Y/n? Are you paying attention?"

Your daydream stops. You timidly try to look at Astaroth, his data log still in his hand, still waiting for you to give him an affirmative nod, a word, anything. You almost drop the quill, your face so red that it could rival his robes. The chaplain looks at you with his usual stern solemnity, getting closer and examining your latest work.

"M-my apologies, my lord. I… I was d-di-distracted…" You mumbled, fearing he could notice how your legs clutched each other, searching for some friction.

"I had notice," he spoke, "but I want your mind on me now…then, you can rest."

You swallow your anxiety and everything else your mind kept on suggesting to you about you and your chaplain, Lord Astaroth. You beg your mind to stop wandering, your heart to calm down, and whatever kind of force that could save you to hide your arousal from his attentive eyes.

You, on the other hand, fail to see his smirk.

[yesthe-artblog]

Astorath <3

[ddeserteagle]

I probably won’t surprise anyone here if I say that the trial of Gabriel Seth is one of my most beloved episode in the Flesh Tearers lore. 🖤

First of all, Seth himself is hilarious and insanely hot at the same time (as always) , setting my house on fire just by showing up in any scene. Speaking of the hilarious, the bit where he tried to beat the crap out of Astorath and ended up getting his own arse handed to him instead was absolute 10/10. I wonder whether Astorath had a chat with Dante after that little brawl.

Speaking of Dante... ❤️ Andy Smillie did a great job playing on my kinks writing his mysterious persona that hides behind the mask while playing his quiet political games and pulling the figurative strings. And - oh, but strings were pulled!

As for Seth, maybe he suspected something - but I’m more inclined to think he was so on edge that he just didn’t have the bandwidth for subtlety anymore. Still, he was trying:

The way I see it, Dante simply had to stay impartial. Being who he is, he couldn't just say "you know, lads, let's just forget that shit with Gabriel ever happened and call it a day". Scandalous! But he could make other people say it for him.

And this is where Astorath enters the scene. It was delicious! First of all, half the Chapter Masters nearly crapped themselves. Secondly, Astorath straight-up insulted (or maybe accurately described?) Seth right in front of everyone. And third, he played out Dante’s scheme flawlessly:

Dante smiling under his mask absolutely destroyed me AAARRRGGDDGVJKBFT 😭🔥

[dese-o]

Family Photo with the birds :D

The boys were sleepy :3c

[mahleb]

First part - https://www.tumblr.com/mahleb/777734575141093376/part-2-will-be-tomorrow?source=share

[candyswirls]

Could you write Astaroth at the Devastation of Baal? Dm for details as always.

His knees could have been made out of stone. He feels each bit of control slipping away like strings on a puppet being cut. His emotions and mind are falling limp. Till there's just one string left. Rage. It is the only thing that can come through.

Then comes the sensation of falling. It is like watching the neighbors shoddy pict feed through a fish bowl you're using as a telescope.

He can make out the image of Baal. Is he home?

Red.

Red.

Red!

RED!!

carnage

Death.

BLOOD

hecanfeeltherageheinflictsonothersbefore

being killed

BY HIS HANDS

RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE

blood

for

the

blood

god

He's sees the armor. Red with gold. Gold in Fa(Khorne)ther's image.

The statue. Crumbled before him. Coated in the spatter of his most recent endeavor.

Some desperately crawl away. Escape or to a weapon?

How many have survived? How many will be entombed with in dreadnoughts? He doesn't care.

His mind is exhausted. Body as well. Rage takes it all out if you.

He looks to the side of the statue, to the figure at the top of the steps. He tries to stand as tall as he can, despite his wounds.

The golden mask, in likeness of his father, has fallen off the astartes. Long hair fading from black to white hangs losely.

Astorath leans back his head, exposing his neck to the Blood Angel."

He speaks, "Do i-"

His head falls to the ground before he can finish speaking. He welcomes the release of pain.