#world eater

[tagedeszorns]

Now you can catch them all!

[bleedingichorhearts]

Hi, can I have the warband from Miniature Marines having a snuggle-fest with the reader, but they need to get up for work, but every time they try the astartes snuggle even more, so they feel REALLY guilty and end up staying there for hours. Need a fix if cute baby Astartes 🥰

𓆩⟡𓆪 You can have these lil buggers! They will seduce you with their cuteness, chirps and sad(fake) cries! Look away! They are like sirens!

𓆩⟡𓆪 Do note these lil guys are getting a remodel.

Summary: Work calls, but so do your little marines.

||Words: 1.1k+.||TW// Missed Work.

The alarm on your phone ever slowly wakes you up. The ringtone slipping into your dream, confusing you before you realize where the source is coming from. A groan leaving your lips while you shift in the bed to turn the dastardly thing off.

Yet you may there for a second more. Thinking. Unwilling to leave the warmth of your bed just yet. The feeling reminding you of the days you used to wake up at an ungodly hour just to get on a bus full of other sleep children. Well, until that group of friends take the back seats of the bus, but that won’t make you money just rotting in bed all day long.

You shift again, forcing yourself to lean up in your bed. A few tiny grumbles and huffs surrounding you when you do. The light weight of what feels like jawbreakers rolling into your lap as your eyes look down to find the rather adorable source.

Sarvak the tiny World Eater and Saveth the Night Lord were curled around one another. The two always fighting and teasing but it seems in their sleep they forgive one another. Snuggling close like twin brothers, but you know they will pull apart and hiss at one another when they awaken. That is more so amusing.

Scarab the Thousand Son seems to be in a strange, otherworldly hover. His armored form crisscrossed but still hovering you're bedding as if meditating. You’re surprised you don’t question the possibilities of this marine. To be curious of how he’s doing that, but you think that would be like messing with a Ouija Board. You might get cursed or something kin to that. You just… leave him be with the way he sleeps.

Atheloca the Death Guard, perhaps the sweetest one of the group is already awake. Always awakening when you do, giving you a hallow stare with that helmet of his but the sounds he makes too are of the latter. He always tries to sway you to sleep longer so he could snuggle close into your warmth once more. His sounds almost sad-like while he purrs up at you, and honestly? You’re not sure if you’ll want to go to work this morning.

Perhaps you can make an excuse? Get a doctor’s note from the apothecary… but knowing some apothecaries? They would rather let you work to death unless it affects a marine. Maybe you could say the little marines are not sleeping well? Ah, but apothecaries are much more keen than regular human doctors… hmm.

You must have zoned out for a moment as a second alarm spooks you out of it. Your reaction like a car jumping to the ceiling. Of course, you didn’t but it did spook the rest of the marines awake. Growls and hisses leaving every single one of them, expecting something to be dangerous but no. It was just you getting spooked by the alarm.

“Sorry.” You apologize softly, your hand coming down to steady and pat every single blue, red and green armor that has rolled further into your lap like your lap was a doodlebug awaiting. “Didn’t mean to frighten.”

Sarvak grumbles and huffs at you, more focused on putting his anger on Saveth who hisses and chirps at him like a frightened bat. Scarab says nothing but he does stop his strange hovering. He’s now standing on your knee looking up at you with disdain or curiosity. You’re unsure.

Atheloca, again, is awake from the first alarm. Rumbling up at you, grasping on of your fingers that tries to soothe them all. His helm hollow yet his moment says otherwise.

“I should get to work.” You sigh, trying to move your hand away from Atheloca but it seems as if he doesn’t want to let you go. A low but rather cute warning sound coming from him as he pulls your finger back to him as if to say ‘Stay.’

“Cute.” A sound of tired amusement comes from you as you shake your head. Perhaps he knows that you’re not getting enough sleep yourself? Perhaps he knows you don’t like your job? You don’t know what goes down through their tiny minds, but you do know that you care for them. They are not to be disregarded. You’ll be damned to have your bones crushed by a brother World Eater, a psycho mind from a Thousand Son, a rotten body from a Death Guard or your skin being flayed by a Night Lord. You were tasked to protect them, feed them… You wouldn’t want to risk angering Astartes than your work.

“I need to make money to live.” You coo softly down at them. Trying to convince them (and yourself) that it’s how it’s going to go. Your fingers gently patting the top of their helms to try and soothe them once more.

Yet Atheloca isn’t having it. Neither is the rest of them.

All of them are chirping and growling at you. Telling you off, surely, but you can’t understand any of their words. They all just sound like a flock of Finches or Budgies to you, and it didn’t help that you could imagine them with angry fluffed up fathers too. It was cute but slightly annoying…

“It’s how we humans live.” You sigh, shaking your head at them as if disappointed in them. “Work, eat, sleep, repeat. It’s what the working class does.”

They didn’t seem at all pleased with that answer. You could feel their gaze turning into a ticklish fire and you can’t help that twitch of a smile. You know, the one where your parents think you’re lying but you’re not? You just somehow find it funny?

Oh, but they don’t think it’s funny.

A deep sigh leaves your lips when they seem to have a collective thought to give you their best pouting performance you could ever see from them. Saveth and Atheloca don’t hesitate to be vocal and give you their heart-breaking cries while Sarvak and Scarab don’t even look at you as if you killed their trust.

Oh, damn it all.

You scoop them all up and into your arms. Their surprised squeaks feeling very amusing to you as you lay back down on your back. Letting tiny marines to settle on your chest. Your hand coming up to slightly cup them to protect them from an imaginary threat.

“You’re lucky.” You scoff, pretending to be angry. Your eyes looking them over one by one. “Lucky that you’re all cute and stubborn… You win this round.”

Sarvak chuffs back out you, seemingly not liking to be called cute but you do see him perk up at another challenge… Scarab doesn’t do much but settles back into his hovering, meditating state. Though it definitely feels as if he’s more relaxed than usual. Saveth doesn’t hesitate to curl right up to you, and neither does Atheloca. The little love bugs you sometimes tease them with. They don’t know what ‘love bug’ means but tilt tone sounds attentive.

Gosh, you’re so lucky you get paid handsomely to keep them alive.

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[floralynn-arts]

Kharn & Argel Tal

A commission

[tartrat]

The Wickedest Survive! 🐍🔮✨

I think world eater is the fastest I've ever learned a map, it took me two days to get 13k 😅. I really like the three new songs in wonder tales and have been playing them every day since the pack's release, and world eater in particular is quite addicting.

I had a lot of fun with this piece! Medusa is who i play as in both world eater and black mamba, and i just really got the urge to draw her whilst i was finishing up the TG art. I just really like this new design for her because it was really fun to draw ☺️

The only real tricky bit i had with this piece was the other two gorgons mainly due to lack of space. I kept them simple and i think they look cute here. Otherwise i also really like how the background turned out! These types of pieces are honestly a good way for me to get better with backgrounds 😆

Anyway, I hope you enjoy 🩵🎶🐍!

[ego-sum-imperator]

Oc Friday but kinda late because I had a lot of things to do at the lab and I completely forgot what day we were. Better late than never. (Little bonus at the end hihihi)

So, I'll present 2 of some ocs I was cooking since few weeks but unable to sketch them until now. They're a part of a larger warband leaded by a dissident Word Bearer called Bahram and his three lieutenants:

- Malefaim, a lonely Death Guard,

- Anghèu, a Night Lord,

- and Werre, a World Eater traitor to his legion.

For the moment I've only designed Werre as a mutated Astartes/Manticore (I hesitated with making him a horse centaur) and Anghèu.

Some presentations now!

Werre:

He was a proud son of Terra' member of the War Hounds before Angron was found. He thought that he'll love his new Father but the deception was huge and he started hating him, especially when Angron forced the Nails on his sons. Werre didn't had another choice than to accept them and serve (he tried to pull out the Nail but it caused him an ineffable pain). He did until the the end of the Siege of Terra when he quit his Legion with few brothers to form a rogue warband.

Werre is difficult to apprehend due to the Butcher's Nails altering his personality and behaviour, always swinging betwen periods of depersonalization, sadness or violence. And being most of the time with powerful psyker don't help him at all to calm the constant pain.

He joined Bahram's warband later in life with his brothers, forming a larger one, stronger and more functional

Anghèu:

Of the warband, he's the youngest. Not a Nostramo born, his parents were descendants of baselines humans from a planet in the Thramas sector, serfs in a Night Lord war band's ship. He was taken from them when the warband started needed more Astartes writhing its ranks and the young Anghèu was at the perfect age to start the process. Little they knew or they didn't care about was that Anghèu was a Blank but it didn't stopped the Night Lord to made an Astartes out of him.

Years later his warband was defeated by another and Anghèu was left to die, his Blankness being intolerable to be near him (he was causing people head aches, lot of pain, sudden collapse and sometime he killed some serfs and slaves by accident). Bahram was the one to find him and didn't reject him: his blankness can be an advantage in combat. To help him a little, he created for the Night Lord an artefact based on the Aeldari soul stone to give him a relative presence in the warp, nullifying temporary the side effect of his blankness when he's wearing the artefact mounted as a collar.

He's a huuuuge picky eater, eating only some very specific thing. He smiles and laugh a lot but his laugh his kinda weird and often he manages to choke himself while laughing.

Werre and Anghèu are extremely close especially when the blankness of Anghèu sometime attenuate the psychics energies emited by the psyker that can trigger the Nails and can also attenuate the pain caused by them.

I'll talk more about them another time when I'll have the time to work a little more on them. For the moment I'm working on another project (not one of mine) and also on the design for Malefaim and Bahram.

For Malefaim, I want to go on a design based on bugs because I love bugs, so maybe a spider type tarentula because in my mind Malefaim have the phsysic of a sumo, so a large spider for a large boy maybe mixed with a moth (maybe a hummingbird moth) or some scarab for the tank aspect.

And for Bahram, since he's a master of possession, I want to include in his design some goat features. I will also look in my books and lessons what I can find to give him a look based on Indian art, maybe early 1st millennial, maybe based on the sculpture from the Bharhut and Sanchi Stūpas and early Gupta art (I'm reserving the Gandhara's art for someone else 🤭).

Little bonus: quick sketch of Anghèu and Werre taking a nap

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[the-consortium]

Marine Meat Monday: Arrian Zorzi again.

This man. And his talkative Dog Brothers. Because who says you can't hold a strong opinion just because your squadmate removed your head during the Siege of Terra?