#astorath

[dandylyonsolarium]

Astorath: a collection

This isn’t even all of them oh dear

[archangelofbaal]

goth angel boy

[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]

Uncle and Nephew! Yay!

[jackalwolfsoul]

Just finished painting another one of my friend's Blood Angels, Astorath: High Chaplain of the Blood Angels.

Had to get some new brushes to finish getting the smaller spots on the model. And yes, I know I got the Stirland Mud a little thick, but I'm trying to give the bases more texture. I do plan on getting the grass stuff to decorate the bases here eventually, at some point. Also, no plans on parade painting this guy yet.

[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.

[candyswirls]

Could I get some suggestive fluff between Astaroth and Maryas? Dm for details as always.

He was sharpening an axe when something slinked down from a rafter and into his lap.

"I'm bored," Maryas said.

"Find something to do then," He answered, continuing his task.

She knocked a dish of weapon oil onto the ground.

She grinned, "I did, annoying you."

Astaroth ignored her. A frown crossed the Drukhari's face.

She stood on his thigh and rested her elbows on his shoulder. She poked his cheek.

"What if we went out and -"

"I'm busy, and weapons need care," he interrupted.

Maryas grabbed his shirt and leaned back dramatically, "But I need care!"

Astaroth didn't acknowledge the action. She frowned, hoping that would get her attention. She moved to sit on his shoulder, watching him methodically sharpen and clean the weapon.

"Will you be done soon?" She inquired.

"No."

"Why must it take so long??"

"Because it frustrates you, and even though I was done, I wanted to continue."

A smirk appeared on his face as he finally looked at her. She frowned and waited for him to set aside the axe.

She slid backward and into his arms. She reached up to touch his nose.

"Boop," she said.

He ran fingers through her hair, "Have you had a good day so far?"

"No," she answered honestly, "It was miserable."

He smiled, "And here I thought you liked misery."

She didn't answer. Knowing he was teasing. He leaned closer, and she gently ran her nails across his brow.

"They're growing back," the drukhari commented. "I'm glad those burns weren't permanent."

"I'm glad you didn't get any," He added, kissing her on the hand. "That Caravan with the traveling restaurant is here. The one with those large slaaneshi cultists? We should go there for dinner. When we get back, we need to clear the desk, and then we can get ready for bed."

"That sounds like torture."

"You like it," he grinned.

[mahleb]

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