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my love for Bolter knows no bounds
He’s very grateful!!
Just watch out for Az— he’s a little over protective
Bolter doesn’t mind but I don’t think Az is too happy about it—
Bolter got a little bit shrunk in scaling it’s fine dw
my love for Bolter knows no bounds
He’s very grateful!!
Just watch out for Az— he’s a little over protective
You’ll never guess what I was watching :3
Like the idea of making a little Iron giant au for the boys 🥰
Lore blab below the cut :3
It bears some closeness to their actually backstories, just with some slight shifts to setting and what have you
In their original story/“canon warhammer” Bolter gets paired up with Az and his battle brothers for a mission and bolter is one of the few guardsman to survive and escorted back by the marines, gaining some attachment from Az.
They bond from there and grow close and issues with Belath and his old age and blood thirst growing arise which cause Az, who was pretty comfortable with his occasional slip into blood rage with his already short tempered protective nature, to he slowly begin to question and dearest this nature
While in this ‘Iorn clad giant’ Au, Az takes on the role of the giant, crash landing and learning humanity from the young boy, Antonius (Bolter) and learning what it means to truly be human. While they try to avoid the Astra Militarum searching for the blood thirsty murder machine blood angel, obviously replacing the giants threat triggers with blood rage and what not.
It’s very fun in my brain at least lol and just some ramblings about it :3
I figured it was high time for some chaos posting sooo!!
Finally one of storvis’s guardsman can find a new line of work!
I think nurglings should get little tails…it would enhance them. A lot.
Gw pls—
Me too plauge marine. Me too.
Some of my first attacks!!!
Little bear snuggleberry belongs to @ForeverNature while the gummy shark is an oc of mine :)
Flayer here beings to @Vineuioe
This gal clementine belongs to @syn_creative
And ofc this is cal, and Boltr & Az, belonging to @niseag-arts :3
It’s been a blast so far and I can’t wait to make more!!!!
Somebody started putting minis together 👀👀👀 I wonder who—-
Just a guardsman and his two insane commissars
(Two lighter grey figures are Etsy finds to fill the yarrick sized hole in my heart, middle fella is apart of the cadian command squad 🥰)
Yeah…Thanatos has some issues with stealing guardsman—
(Taryn & the other fella are @selemina and cos little guys :3)
I’m sure this will have no consequences what so ever!!
Sometimes ya gotta sit back, relax, and excessively doodle old men you find bby grl.
March? More like mewing— is explodes by big E himself
March here is @selemina fella! ( @taryn40k is their warhammer blog :3) also feel free to smite me yourself for drawing my pookie bear your fella like this
Cooking by the book!
Sometimes ya just gotta save a pretty face 🤩 oh and iron within iron without or whatever shhh
Just helping the fella out 😔
Made ock a new guardsman friend!! Poor little guy needs some more friends that aren’t— well barley conscious so made this fella ^^
A fun fact abt the guardsman on huntsmann’s ship is most tend to get a few augments or two since techpreists frequently travel through and mecha likes being able to easily communicate with the guard on board
Similar with hunts, who had a few small little augments to help him communicate and things with his hubby :3
Just wanted to play toys….😔
Saved from the anxiety spiral by @taryn40k !
Still just a lil guy who wants to play toys
Just some ock doodles
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He’s just a polite little man
Baby ock & will! I was working around ages and when ock was initially found (8yr) will was around 27!
Can’t have the art without hunts being his usual freak self— what does his pookie see in him I will never know 😔
Also have to include Huntsmann’s loyal hunting steed :3
A cross between Krieg’s mount breeds and a backwater world’s carnivorous war horse line, this beast makes a deadly mount for any aspiring to strike fear in the hearts of your squishy bodied enemies!
Ignore the fact I can’t draw horses and just ogle the funny puppy face that wants to eat u
A fun fact is Huntsmann doesn’t really use hounds in his hunts like his father had, huntsman prefers that of his field (aka the people who ride in the hunt?) and so he’s just got this gaggle of crazed blood thirsty zealots who help him as stand in hounds :) very safe and I’m sure no one was ever hurt in a zeal filled piranha frenzy ever over whole gets to purge the heretic
Amazing tags from @qcontinuumumum What can I say chat they just keep winning with these smh
Listen. Sometimes you hear rustling in the woods and jump to conclusions. Ya know?
Stories float around about the regiments ‘cryptid beast’ some say it’s a xenos they keep as a pet, others say it’s some horrid mutant they scooped up, but really it’s just a rowdy toddler the poor men can barely keep in one spot half the time—
Only skin deep
Warhammer 40k writing || Original character mini fic
Al’vah rested amongst the guardsman, gently rubbing his aching legs. Their regimes of exercise were no joke! He stretched out his legs before something caught his eye, he glanced now to the semi exposed back of another soldier. Hesitating, the young T’au tramped over, glancing at the large marigold yellow-y eagle head that peaked from under the man’s tank top. Al’vah made a small noise pointing to it, “what’s…that?”
He sheepishly asked, his voice still fresh and new to the oddities of the high gothic language most humans on the ship spoke. The guardsman, a bit startled at first, glanced back around before he got this big grin. Off came the tank top as he flexed his muscles, showing off an intricate design that took up a large portion of his back. A huge double headed eagle, clearly meant to be the golden one plastered all around the imperium but the color of the thing a bit faded and naturally no where near as shiny, claws reaching forward with a banner in its grasp which held lettering that read ‘Purge the unclean’. A few other imperial and inquisitional symbols the young T’au didn’t really (aside from the inquisitorial rosette of course) rested around the Eagle creating a sort of triangle about the large winged creature. He flexed his arms forward squishing his pecs a bit as he showed off the picture
“My inks, ya like it?” He smirked with another flex of his muscles, the sweat trickled down the Eagle and made such a strange glimmering effect. Al’vah, ever curious, carefully approached the man further as an absent minded hand reached forward to touch the strange composition. He felt the muscles of the guardsman bristle under his touch, a low noise from the man as Al’vah brushed over the lines of the design. The shapes created by the wings of the two headed creature, spanning over the skin and strangely almost feeling as if the Eagle was bout to leap from the man’s back! He had heard of the imperial soldiers scarring themselves, some T’au did the same after all, and he had felt and seen the strange implants other imperials used for these— pictures. Though, those were mostly the strange robot ones and they felt much different. As he traced over the intricate designs of the Eagle they felt…well like skin! The muscles tensed and flexed with ease as the guardsman chattered with the other two guards members, who looked over Al’vah’s shoulder admiring the thing with the T’au. Much different then the other…skin decoration he had seen. Electoos he seemed to recall? They buzzed with energy and seemed to rise ever so slightly from the skin, pulsing with energy. Solomon had a few actually! This, was much different.
“What- is this?” he blinked in confusion looking up now to the guardsman as he finally lowered his flexing arms.
“Tsk, a tattoo! Don’t ya blue skins got em?” he smirked some as Al’vah shook his head, blinking as he took in the strange shapes “no…not like this— ours are…not this….” he couldn’t find the word, his hands tracing gently over the shapes, a low sound from his throat as he muttered something in his language, finally recalling the words Solomon had used “elaborate…”
“Ah yeah! Hurts like a bitch tho!” he chuckled seeming to confuse Al, and already the guardsman knew he needed to explain “Tch, this ain’t that fancy implant shit, real men and womens’ inks are done with these tattoo guns, some little needles that put the ink right in ya!”
Al’vah’s eyes widened in slight horror, blinking as he looked down to the large tattoo again “w-what— that must hurt-“ he blinks as he looks on thinking of the size of the tattoo…how long was he being- stabbed for?! “Did— Didn’t you fear bleeding out?!”
“nah! No worse than the scarring most folk do!” the guardsman shrugged with a chuckle “sides I thought you blue skins are supposed to be tough little buggers?”
“No we-“ Al began before pausing for a second, shifting some as he thought for a moment. A low noise came from the little T’au again. He supposed the guardsman did have a point, even if he didn’t fully understand why.
He muttered to himself, his hands again gently tracing the tattoo in awe as the guardsman conversed. He was lost deep in his thoughts now, such stunning and strange creatures humans are….
