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Heyo!! Here to pop in and add my little thing in here because this art is awesome and I love the concept! I also have some characters that went great with this and I couldn’t help myself hehe ^^*
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"lube feel good on me leggies" - Magnolia
yellor is cactus, reddish is Arachnid, and purple is Magnolia and Cactus's sister
they look like rotoscope. ... it is rotoscope.
Safe to say original is weirder.
Brandon farris on YouTube :33
This story was written by the super talented and amazing @utterimmolation
"A Chance at Redemption."
The first thing Horus noticed was the quiet.
The Warp whispered, barked, *screamed* to him constantly these days. It was harder to hear himself anymore. The Gods told him secrets and truths, but his own thoughts became quieter and heavier. He was so much more nowadays, but there was a tiny gasp buried deep within that dared to murmur that he had only diminished.
He's gotten used to pushing that doubt away. The Gods assure him of the righteousness of his path, his legacy, his drive to see the False Emperor dashed from his ostentatious chair.
But here, on one of Etheria's twelve moons, standing across from his lone sister, his head is shockingly, disconcertingly ~~mercifully ~~, *quiet*.
The siblings study each other in silence for several moments. This is one of the least developed moons of the dozen, which is no doubt why Adora had chosen it. He briefly wonders if she had rigged it to blow or perhaps intends to repay him and his Sons in kind for Istvaan but dropping nuclear armaments from orbit but dismisses the idea. Adora can be surprisingly ruthless, but she would not dare risk damage to the moons and especially not Etheria and its people.
It is a character trait that makes her predictable but dangerous, much like Vulkan: their love of mortals makes them easy to maneuver, but strikes against them must be fast, hard and final, lest they rise again with greater and overwelming fury and unfortunately, that last part has proven remarkably difficult to overcome.
"You know why I am here," he finally breaks the silence.
Adora's mouth twists. "I do," she acknowledges.
"And?"
Adora takes a half step forward, her honor guard shadowing her every twitch, like children hiding behind their mother's skirts, unwilling to let her be parted from them. He hears Abaddon scoff quietly, his First Captain disgusted at the weakness he perceives.
Horus sees what it truly is. Love, beyond reason or doubt, beyond sense. The Sons of She-Ra love her, with such intensity that to lose her risks triggering a fury to rival that of Angron himself. Of course, perhaps that is not so surprising. The Slave of Nuceria hated so much only because he had once loved so fiercely and completely that its loss had stripped him of all humanity and rendered him little more than a beast.
"You come to me with a proposition. Let me give one instead: turn away from your Rebellion. Disavow the Chaos Gods. Disavow the Emperor. Disavow the butchers and sadists and monsters you've aligned yourself with. And stay here."
Horus blinks, surprised beside himself. An appeal to him hadn't been unexpected. An opportunity to be granted asylum had. "You would welcome me to Etheria?"
"You would have to pay penance. To even *begin* to pay for the crimes you've committed, the atrocities you've done... would take millenia. But you would be free and protected from both the Warp and the Emperor. I would stand with you. You could find redemption. Could help me build a universe of connectivity, communication...love. You could find peace." The Princess of Power slowly extended her hand. "You need only ask."
The voice that has been silenced and stifled for so long under the burning Gaze of Chaos is screaming at him now, louder than it's ever been. He is abruptly aware, for the first time in weeks, how grimy and heavy his armor feels, how hungry and thirsty and tired he feels. He...he cannot remember the last time he ate. Slept.
He looks past his sister, up at the distant glow of Etheria, and remembers the peace of the world. The smiles of children. The brotherhood of Space Marines, learning, training...living. He remembers being...happy.
He looks at his sister's hand, and his soul screams at him to take it.
He swings Worldbreaker instead.
It meets her golden shield in an explosion of rainbow Warp energy, and both Primarchs are pushed back several feet. Their respective sons stumble, and many fall.
Horus looks at her and sees only sadness and pity, and he feels a hate to rival that which he feels for his very Father.
Abaddon must give the order, as the Word Bearer ships and that of Etheria's fleet begin to fire at each other. Adora has her sword now and she's coming towards him but he ~~doesn't want to fight her~~ can't waste time now, not when the Emperor's gaze searches for him and Ultramar's fleets grow closer to reinforcing Terra.
He presses the teleporter on his belt and slams back into his quarters on the *Vengeful Spirit* only to fall to his knees as the protective aura of Etheria's territory disappears and the God's Gazes return to him with renewed focus and force. They see his doubts, his fears and they sooth him even as they shred at him for his impudence.
He does not know how long he kneels in his quarters, body, mind and soul wracked by agony. He only knows his fury is incandescent when a Son arrives to inform him the World Bearer fleet has been defeated and they are in-route to Mars. He dashes the Marine and two dozen serfs against the walls before the rages abates itself even slightly, and as he makes his way ti the bridge he promises himself this:
When the Emperor lies dead at his feet, he will return, with all of his forces, and lay waste to Etheria, until its seas run red, it's sky turns black and Adora's wife is nothing more than a new carpet before his bed.
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Oooo!!! I'd love to read this!! It sounds so cool!!!!!
Btw, I am trying to write up a fic with 40k OC (finally) and... how do you guys feel about a Thunder Warrior perpetual going to therapy assigned to him by T'au administration? Therapy may or may not go wrong.
Okay, 1: THAT ARTWORK WAS AMAZING!!! 😍♥️❤️🫶 and 2: what a fantastic headcannon, every serf on the ship totally drinks their Lords' milk no question but I can see it being an open secret for the other legions and their serfs where Macragge's biggest export is milk and every ultramarine cruiser always has access to milk as others would water. I like the thought that's its like a less well hidden version of the blood angels and their own "special red wine"
And it's fuckin hilarious to imagine Leman grabbing on to Robuté's hair yelling "YE HAW RIDE 'EM ULTRABOY!!!" in his thick Norwich accent 🤣😆😂
Kudos to @moociaoafterdark for drawing that one fanart with Cato and the milkmaid.
Part of me feel like it has to go somewhere (the milk) and must be pasteurized but there (technically) human and aren't milked like real cows to an industrial level (then again the milk is coming out of Cato's nipples like a river stream, but then again it can be brushed off as transhumanism shenanigans) so there's no need for pasteurization. So... it's supposed to be ankin to regular cow milk and all but I like to imagine due to geneseed fuckery they can produce varying types of milk (i.e whipping/skin/non-fact/low-fat sort of milk)
On an unrelated note, do you think our good furry wolf leman russ ever tried to jump on romoote guillicow for the kick of it as a bipedal version of professional bull riding?
This is such an awesome crossover that I forget how to breathe.
Final Fantasy 9 is my MOST FAVORITE game from childhood. Seam is my MOST FAVORITE character from Deltarune.
I think you understand why I will not get enough sleep today, but I will be the happiest person in the world.
Because such crossovers do not occur every century.
Thank you @shoefaced-gemini for such the cool idea.
also very messy and unpolished, but what if Seam were a black mage like Vivi
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Daww.....people, I see fluff here....
AU idea
Transformers au where everything is the same but for some reason cybertronians find humans completely adorable, like how we see kittens and puppies. Example; human suddenly sneezes, queue all present bots letting out a collective “awwww”.
