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Not gonna finish this, but here's another Argus

"Witness": Part 1 - Body Worship, an Oath of Moment, Ceremonial Breaking of the Jaw, Regret Regret Regret Regret Regret Regret Regret Regret Please He Didn't Know

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Everyone in the party got a wish from the Triad Lamplighter, but not everyone was there to watch the moments between making the wish and the wish coming true. Part two to come!

EDIT: AI images happily stolen from the most obnoxious dudebros I could find, also they fill me with extra horror

The people have spoken

Curious to see what yall think

"I did it!" Brighid cried, breathless as she presented a horned, porcelain seashell painted with stripes of mauve and deepest pink. After seeing the pearls Argus had idly gathered from the seabed to occupy himself, Brighid had made up her mind to bring an ocean trinket of her own to the surface.

She had marched into the surf, only to realize--in her peculiar way--that she no longer possessed the watertight circuitry and plasteel certainty of a service android. She had let out an involuntary yelp the instant the water was deep enough for her feet to leave the sandy floor and her corporeal instincts urged her to swim. Argus had watched her eyes go wide as shock turned to panic, and panic turned to gridlock. The waves knocked her off balance and she floundered, sputtering and gasping like...well...a human woman who had spent the last 40,000 years in the body of a machine.

Argus was there in seconds, grasping her beneath the arms and lifting her head above the water in one effortless motion.

She gasped for a moment, clinging to his massive hands like a wet sheet, before she collected herself.

"I'm fine," she had said, scraping chunks of curly red hair away from her eyes. "I just have to try again."

Argus remained silent as, over the next hour, she reacquainted herself with the water.

"I want to try diving," she declared, looking up towards where Argus stood in the surf a few feet away. "Will you show me?"

"This isn't the best location," Argus replied slowly.

"Where did you find those pearls?" she gestured with her head to the tiny pile on the beach behind.

"There's a small reef by those stones," said the Space Marine. "Can you swim that far?"

Brighid squinted at a ridge of mossy grey rock nearly 500 feet away, the bridge of her nose crinkling in consideration.

"I think so," she declared, planting her hands on her hips.

Argus pursed his lips incredulously, warping the scars at the corner of his mouth.

"I will be close by," he said, knowing that she would attempt the feat no matter what his opinion on the matter was.

"I know," she said, grinning, and held out her hand.

Sparkling beads of seawater fell from her pale fingertips like drops of starlight, and as Argus reached out, he suddenly found himself following the curve of her arm to her freckled shoulder. The beginning stages of a sunburn was beginning to pinken her arms, back and cheeks. His stare lingered, taking in the way that the water and the sunlight turned the ripples of her hair into spun copper, like sheets of fine chainmail set alight. Her eyes, creased in a smile, were cut from the ocean itself and set into the alabaster mask of her face the way a silversmith would present a masterpiece.

The sleeveless white tank she wore clung to her skin, and Argus found himself transfixed by every delicate curve made by her body. She had always looked like a doll to him--something fragile that he needed to protect lest she shatter on a stone floor Argus hadn't been aware of.

Now, she appeared as something softer than that, something more like a snowflake or the new petals of a rose. A soap bubble cast in the shape of a woman, the whisper of daylight on linen sheets.

Suddenly, the gap between subspecies had never seemed wider, and Argus felt every bit like the brutal, ugly, rough creature that he was made to be.

-O-

More 40kRenegade content, featuring Argus and Brighid, an OC by @icantbelieveitsnotwormstm and I cannot stop drawing these two morons they don't even know they're in love

40kRenegade! I love my players sm

Argus and Brighid outfit concept, Meeserable Wet Argus and Dara trying to be a good Apothecary, Aster Isk the resident Psyker and Shitlord Supreme, and Dara with my attempt at Art School(TM) lighting

I loved this scene, so I sketched it with 40kRenegade

Okay okay okay I know the lore isn't conducive to Space Marine kids but HEAR ME OUT

Brighid/Argus Kids!!! Look at their little faces!

Murphey - she/her - 6'8" - Body image issues. Daddy's girl. Legendary with thunder hammers. Hannes - he/they - 7'4" - Looks like his grandfather. Catty, but will put a bolter in your ex's mouth and post the terrified look in their eyes on Instagramicus. Caspian - he/him - 7'6" (later) - Extremely huggable jock that always has some batshit stuff going on. Regularly goes viral for authentic selfies beside Alpha Legionnaires. Drinks gasoline at parties for the meme.

@icantbelieveitsnotwormstm

Rip Argus he's disabled now

We still doing Space marine pets?

Always! I'm a trained and certified Astarteskeeper, and like I always say: "There are no bad Space Marines, just bad handlers!"

Yeah so I got this big golden one, she has this cool spear, she won’t talk or tell me what he is though. Could I have some help identifying her?

You're familiar with the Cat Distribution System? The same thing applies to Astartes--and in this case, their cousins!

You found a Custodian! These are an incredibly treasured breed and their pedigree is nothing short of custom! I see fewer Custodians than Noise Marines, and if you've been following for a while, you know how elusive our beloved Kakophonii are!

Unfortunately, your visitor may not be able to stay long! Custodians are rarely strays, so they are likely there on some sort of mission! However, if they DO stick around, you have found a companion for life. They're low maintenance, incredibly loyal, and their profile excels in every field from sentry duty to frontline coordination! Simply make sure they have plenty of training ground and a well balanced diet (some handlers say the secret is an additional Omega-3 supplement twice a day, but you didn't hear that from me! ;)

Oooo nice, they’ve been around for a year, I just never could id them. Especially since they don’t talk very much

And they likely never will! Custodian assignments can take years, decades or even centuries to fulfill. So, enjoy your good fortune while it lasts, this is truly a momentous occasion!

If conversation is what you're looking for, try asking them about art, philosophy, math and science! They don't like small talk, so odds are they'll open right up when you bring in more cerebral material!

Hey! So you might not remember but i messaged in a while ago about my partner and i wanting to introduce our astartes (my sons and their black legion) - well, figured I'd share an update! Our boys have settled together amazingly, it was a bit rocky at the start but we worked through it and now they're sparring and resting together nonstop, i stg the first time I saw the Legionnaire help a Son adjust their footing and hold on his weapon (he was sharing!! ;;) i teared up, i still do just remembering it. my partner and i have unfortunately split since but due to the circumstances and how strongly our astartes have bonded, we agreed that the Legionnaire would stay with me and my Sons. the big guy handled it so well and im so proud of how my Sons helped him through that period of change, its almost silly looking back at how anxious I was because now I can't picture our lives without that big, darling lug

Good to hear from you and sorry that you and your partner split. However, great call keeping your Astartes together! Astartes are pack creatures, and splitting them up can cause a number of adverse side effects. Sons of Horus and Black Legionnaires form particularly strong personal bonds, and the last thing you want to deal with is a heartbroken space marine! I've had to rehabilitate and rehome a number of marines with behavioral issues due to situations like what you just mentioned!

Anyway, if you and your partner are on civil terms, it would be a good idea to let your big guy see his old commanding officer once and a while! Let me know if there are any other issues, but this seems to have gone as well as it possibly could!

my justaerin has started trying to style my hair into a high topknot, is this normal??

Why yes! Not only that, but its a sign of highest respect and affection! It's rare that a justaerin will see you as an equal, so be sure to take good care of him!

Captain Dastan Athanasios, another Minotaurs OC! He’s Argus’ father figure and will eventually learn how to be a Good Dad(TM)

Chaptermaster Asterion Moloc cast a sideways glance at him, chin raised and snowy white hair playing across his forehead. The Chaptermaster was handsome in the way of a Fenrisian winter: quiet as wind, pale as ice and cold as a steel razor. He had a strong nose and a soft mouth, with proud cheekbones and eyes the color of molten metal. Long white eyelashes, thick hair and an utter lack of scarring on his face leant him the aspect of a sculpture of some ancient warrior god. For an Astartes, he had a liquid, feline grace underneath his genetically enhanced muscle. There was a predatory air about him, as if he could see right through whatever was in front of him to the meat underneath. He was Apocalypse, the rider's white horse.

Chapter serfs orbited around him, painting the air with incense smoke and applying scented oils to the Chaptermaster's pale skin. His body, wrapped in slabs of granite-hard muscle where his limbs weren’t overtaken by cybernetics, was scarred as deeply as the rest of his brothers, and the patchwork quilt of augmetic implants warped his skin like wet paper. Only his face was smooth, and the aspect was nothing short of frightening for its beauty.

-O-

What if Moloc had pretty lips

The good ending is canon in my fucking head

Brighid belongs to @icantbelieveitsnotwormstm

Kudos to Garviel "Babygirl" Loken for being one of the only space marines to regularly have normal conversations with women. Letting them infodump and shit while he sits there all 👉👈😊

His goofy ass name is growing on me but ONLY because I want to make a fixit fic. Tormageddon doodle, also a Lupercai concept because I stan every Gal Vorbak offshoot with my whole puss

“Me and the Devil” by Soap and Skin

Argus comes out to his mentor! He's so brave, the Minotaurs are notoriously hostile to heterosexual orientation. Hopefully the High Lords will pass some new legislation and create some safer spaces for them....

(Augmetic eyes/Necrosis Scar transplant version of Argus)