#warhammer comic

[artistapreguissosa]

🤬It is me. I am in misery— While I cannot find The perfect way to draw This mf, Imma Just Keep sketching him and being sad about his Whole legion, Also Lotara is Also here because @d.ecrivaine on Instagram said so. I am Not a shipper myself, but It still makes me sad—

PS: to create this art used and traced photos of people crouching down and standing. I had PLENTY of references from classical Warhammer art, official Angron and Lotara miniaturas, Other designs, paintings, manga panels of Baki, etc etc, Photoshop, Ibis Paint filters, etc etc. Never assume The art comes 100% from My Head, It Never has, but No AI was ever used.

[lordmortimor]

[theterrornaut]

SIDEWINDA (Ork Kommando Genrul Brazfang comic)

[lady--lucrezia]

[amadicah]

It must be fun being a telepath. This is the type of stuff that my Rt have to deal with Marzipan

He was having his Marilyn Manson moment

[luke-5353]

A Navigator's Dip Into the Sea of Souls [all 4 parts + Prelude]

You may have seen this one already, deleted the old posts and decided consolidate them all in one post plus added the prelude I forgor before

[sunni-lobber]

Together

original story by @beckyninja

Adapted Excerpt from the original manuscript

***

Months Earlier

You jerked awake, thoughts muddled. Shoving blankets and pillows aside, you sat up in what Titus referred to as your “nest”. The artificial light remained off, and only a few stubby candles flickered. Still the night cycle.

You rubbed your eyes and tried to remember what had awoken you. Then you heard it. Deep, panting gasps, almost animal-like in their intensity. The chemical tang of Astartes sweat filled the air. 

“My Lord?” You yawned.

“...go back to sleep, Little Healer.”

Something in his voice worried you, and you scrambled out of your pile of cloth. Or tried to, anyway. A pillow shifted under your feet and you tumbled back into your nest with a yelp. 

A strained huff from the cot. “Clumsy.”

Grumbling and now fully awake, you stood, straightening your sleeping robe around you. “Are you all right, my Lord?”

“Yes.”

He did not sound all right.

In the dark, your thighs hit the edge of the cot and you toppled forward, hands landing on scarred, warm skin. 

“I’m so sorry, my Lord! I just wanted to- eep!”

Hands came out of nowhere, dragging you up and forward until you sprawled on what could only be an impossibly large chest.

“Titus?!”

“Stay.” This close, you heard the unsteadiness in his voice. “I need….”

You understood. “Nightmares?”

A deep sigh was your only answer. Something bumped the top of your head, pressing into your hair, and you felt a warm rush of breath.

“Your scent is… calming.”

“Um. All right, then.” You hoped he didn’t notice the way your breath quickened. 

***

[the-ufos-art-basement]

So fun fact, Tyrannus looks like the emperor's late father (cause he's the reincarnation of him but don't worry about that) and it gives the emperor a double take when he first saw Tyrannus without the orkish appearance.