Jul 1
He came to me in a dream-- begging to be made manifest.
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He came to me in a dream-- begging to be made manifest.
happy birthday @soosmain
Now that im on the subject of big comms and pinups, here is @justfreakynothingelse 's Mortarion for your viewing pleasure.
The context behind this one is very simple: Barbarus hospitality meets home intruder (flesh gollum?) meets a very territorial pissed off Primarch.
Essencialy an x reader, hence the lady in the back. Why shirtless? Its yummy.
The idea here was to emphasise the sense of scale by directing immediate attention towards the smaller subject with the brightest values, and shrouding Mort in shadow, essencialy making him blend in with the mid/dark tones of the peice, i hoped such thing would give him the feel of a predator waiting to pounce, i hope.
See here the complimentary doodles:
Drawing warhammer memes is surprisingly fun. Expect more in the future
it do be like that
DAMN THESE CRABS AND DAMN WHOEVER GAVE THEM TO ME!
When I find you, please take comfort in the fact that what I do to you shall be so profound and so unique and so well documented that it will advance human knowledge by thousands of years…
𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫.
Key points:
Blue text means it's a short story or a novel
The bat 🦇 means Konrad is present
The knife 🔪 means Sevatar is present
Many of these cover a vast timeline: I've put them in this order based on the narrator (example: Vulkan speaking about Nostramo just before Istvaan) or the first chapter (Child of Night starts immediately after Nikaea but ends during the HH)
I ignored books where they appear for 1 line only and do nothing important. I also ignored "Lion: son of the Forest" because that thing is actually a warp-thing and not the real Konny.
WIP WEDNESDAY - ITS TIME Y'ALL
🚨🚨NSFW WARNING 🚨🚨
I would like to submit for approval to the Heinrix van Calox Gooning Society my humble entry into our ever growing library of unadulterated smut.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Unburdened, Unbound
Prisca opened her eyes, giving him a performative yawn. “Oh!? Do I have to? I rather like it here in your arms.” Heinrix chuckled. “I also find this quite enjoyable. But, unfortunately, I need my arms for other things.” Prisca blushed. “Oh? Like what?” Heinrix smiled again, a far less innocent look in his eyes. “You would have to get down to find out.” Prisca’s blush deepened. “So be it.” Heinrix let her down gently, letting the thick blanket she was wrapped in fall at their feet. Stepping forward, he put a hand at her waist, gently pulling her against him while tenderly stroking her cheek with the other. Prisca cooed against his touch, and Heinrix guided her lips gently against his, the sweet kiss quickly escalating into something far less innocent. Prisca reached her hands across his chest, fingers glancing around each defined muscle as Heinrix groaned into her touch. The longer they kissed, the further south his hands reached until they were hungrily kneading her generous ass. Hands snaking up his neck, Prisca ran her hands through Heinrix’s hair, eliciting another series of moans from his mouth. His grip slowly becoming desperate, Heinrix continued to press his body against her, his hardening need becoming evident. Prisca pulled away from his mouth, gently sucking on his lower lip as she pulled away, smiling. “Is this what you wanted to show me?” Heinrix smiled, a deep groan vibrating in his chest. “Mmm, not the only thing.” Prisca wrapped her arms around his neck and Heinrix lifted her up, grinding directly against her pelvis. Prisca let out a shuddering moan at the sensation, Heinrix nipping at the skin along her neck as she arched backward. “Mmm…Heinrix..” The Interrogator kept nibbling the flesh along her neck, delighting at the small gasps she made with every bite. “Yes?” Prisca ran her fingers through his hair, and Heinrix grunted against her throat. “I need to bathe, I’m filthy.” Heinrix held her tighter, unwilling to let go. “I don’t care.” Prisca pulled his face to hers again, tracing his lips with her finger. “You should join me.”