Why Steal Minis When You Can Steal The Whole Man?

why steal minis when you can steal the whole man?

Kissy mark on da forehead >:3

Based and true!!!! Why didn’t I think of that 👹?!

It’s just making me think of that one scene from the muppets tbh—

But tysm I love the art 🥰🥰🥰 Lurv my little guy making off with the bestest commissar in my heart of hearts

Hey so i really love your art, i've been feeling down recently and seeing your little goobers just brightens me up 😊

SBSBS AAAAAAAAAAAA-

AHEM

Tysm anon 🥺🥺!!!! I’m so glad my art can be even just a spark of joy to you ^^! It’s one of the main reasons I adore posting so much, is to hopefully bring even just a sliver of happiness to someone 🥰 aghashhahaha hehehehe

Thank you for honestly making my day as well, and I do hope you can feel better from whatever is getting you down and my goobers can keep sparking joy :D!

MY BABYYYY!!!!!

Love this little garbage disposal stomached boy, sososos much

Taryn is used to rats being a food source... listen, you eat what's available when you're low enough in the hive city layers! (Obviouly Ock will not let him hold any of his pets without supervision after this. XD) Because of how scarce resources were, Taryn has a food hoarding problem. He is terrified to not have something on hand when he is hungry, so he stockpiles any additional food he gets (quite often Captain Harken sneaks him a few things, which quickly turned to dried and non-perishable food after an unpleasant experience with a... rippening... stockpile he made Taryn clean up. XD)

He has a stomach Mortarion would be proud of. Thankfully, his captain is here to put some better, healthier habits into this boy! XD

Be still, Bleeding heart

Warhammer 40k writing practice + Oc lore

The guardsman froze, yanking their guns to a resting position they stared in confusion. The soldiers stared on in disbelief, they recoiled as their inquisitor in his hulking armor ripped a huge clawed hand forward, throwing one of the men aside who had been attacking one of the xenos.

“STAY BACK” he roared, falling to his knees as his huge armored hands lifted the small xenos pulling the shivering form close to his chest, heaving like a rabid animal. Silence fell over the soldiers, shock and horror at the inquisitor’s reaction. One they had never seen nor expected from him. He practically bristled with rage, palpable as he hunched over the xenos. Incomprehensible fear filled cries wailed from the xenos, at least incomprehensible to the guardsman that looked on, The large clawed gauntlet gently patted the back of the small xenos. Their inquisitor cooing back in that strange language, the men took yet another appalled step back.

“S-sir what are you-?” one man began with a brave step forward, Too far for the inquisitor it seemed.

“BACK AWAY!” he roared as he slammed his fist against the ground, pulling the whimpering xenos closer. He bore his teeth like a rabid animal. he looked pale, Sweat poured down from his head as he clasped the xenos tightly. He huffed and struggled to catch his breath as he again spoke in that strange language, the Xenos’ language, comforting the small shape. The inquisitor had been acting strange while they were cleaning out this Xenos vessel and now hugging and protecting one? their worry was growing.

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The inquisitor and his men had boarded the t’au ship, it had invaded enemy space and as a member of the ordo xenos it had to be cleansed. Naturally all went as planned, Xenos soldiers set upon them as they boarded, though…something had felt off right away. The way the Xenos spoke was with…a strange distress he’d never heard before on military ships. They cried out something about evacuation, then some words he didn’t quite recognize or at least didn’t recall. Nevertheless, an inquisitor must naturally hold stead fast in the face of resistance. So he pressed on with his men- then it began. Unarmored xenos darted to and fro, some struggled to even hold their weapons- it disturbed the inquisitor. He again heard those words he didn’t recognize, it sent a chill up his spine. It felt- it felt familiar. He couldn’t place why but he didn’t like it, that’s when…it happened.

He rounded a corner, his restless and battle hungry men roaring with cheers at the ease this had provided. His eyes widened at the realization of what lied there. Several of those xenos soldiers loaded smaller shapes and xenos clinging even small little bundles into escape ships- his heart leapt out of his chest. There were civilians on the ship! He staggered backward as words caught in his throat, it all felt too familiar. His skin crawled as he felt himself begin to anxiously perspire, eyes darting all around as soldiers fell and a few unarmed fell. Luckily those already loaded into the Xenos’ saviour pods were able to escape before the bloodbath, but the few left were gunned down to Silverworth’s horror. He staggered forward as his eyes darted left and right, their cries filled his ears- any others. Any others he might not have cared- but unarmed and untrained civilians? It was slaughter. It was barbaric- it- it- it wrenched his heart. Staggering forward he hoarsely wheezed those agonizing words that had caught in his chest moments ago, then his eyes darted back down the hall. One of his soldiers was shouting, then he heard a xeno’s cry out, a lasgun fire and then the sound of a struggle!

In a flash, he rushed to the noise. His heavy armor clattered against the ships floor and walls as he moved with reckless abandon, startling the soldiers with him and the man wrestling the Xenos to the ground. Sure enough as he stomped forward he saw the poor shape, much smaller than the rest but certainly no baby. From his study likely a fully grown Xenos but not by much. It set flames in his mind, he saw red. Rage and painful memories soaked his thoughts as without thinking- THWAP the man was thrown aside with one fell swoop of the back of the inquisitor’s gauntlet.

“STAY BACK” he rumbled, the noises- the words he strung together burned in his throat and boiled in his chest like lava. Dropping down he scooped up the quivering shape in his arms as he tried to catch his breath, hugging tightly to the poor young xenos. Judging by the way the poor thing had barely put up a fight if it had any training it was minor and fresh. ‘Do not worry- they will not hurt you. I will not hurt you-‘ he crooned to the Xenos in its tongue, the T’au empire’s language was complex to some degree certainly but it had always felt so curious against his lips when he practiced it— a fact he dare utter to none, naturally— so it was a rather obvious choice for the language he wished to learn. The smaller shape seemed shocked at its own language ringing back at it from a humans lips, a human soldier leader no less. its lip quivered in fear as a large clawed hand patted their back.

A soldier stepped forward, eyes wide and filled with almost a feral look to them snapped back to the soldier “BACK AWAY” he snarled again, embarrassed to say he bore his teeth like some kind of feral animal- but in the moment he didn’t feel much but rage at the arrogant approach of the guardsman. He slammed his fist, a loud clang following, to let the man know he was serious. He could feel their stares but he didn’t care, his mind focused on the poor xenos, the poor shivering shape that he clung to. It…It reminded him of his son. The way the small child had clung to him as the little one had wailed for him. He could see it vividly now. He could see his son there, there in his grasp, shaking. Shaking and sobbing, begging for his father to ‘take away the pain, please!’ And his heart wrenched as he couldn’t. The blood that stained his shirt and his hands from his little boy’s wounds- it washed away his anger, that…sensation. It sunk its teeth into his heart and tore. Tore so harshly and violently he didn’t hear his men murmuring as tears began to roll down his face, shoulders jerking and breaths skipping as he sobbed. Even the Xenos now looked up at him with confusion as he hunched over their smaller shape, pressed them against his chest plate and sobbed.

This Xenos…he couldn’t allow it. Life so young, something so precious and new to this harsh galaxy. He couldn’t allow it. He had to- no. No, NEEDED to protect it…to protect them. Protect them with his own life, protect them with his last breath, with all his strength in his body- it didn’t matter. He has to protect this small…child.

Darling dividers by @squishyowl

BAGH!!!! MY BABY!!!!!!

Cau (Cow Tau) Al'vah experiencing terran nature:3

@lazywriter-artist I love him very much

Do you think Nurgle would try to tempt Ock by bring back Cream (albeit zombified)

Oooh!! Oh without a doubt, Ock’s sheer love for his little squeakers certainly surpasses any level of rational thought or imperial choke hold

Also also-

BEAGHHHHGGHHFG— OH YES YESYEYEYESY yes 100% giving you the gold star for best idea ever

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Tbh, This is a really fun ask too bc nurgle is honestly the most likely of the chaos gods to be able to have a shot of tempting ock (to Tzeentch and khorne’s combined anguish) for more then one reason without too much chaos arm twisting (also I love this idea a lot actually!!! Hehehehehe ty for the opportunity to yap about it)

As it stands Ock’s a little guy who definitely knows, even if very vaguely, what a family felt like once and BOY does he want it back really really bad. To the point where he clings to just about anyone who can even begin to provide that same sensation even if only for a little.

The various soldiers and characters crossing his path on his inquisitor’s ship when showing even a shred of human decency find a little Psyker tailing them (to various degrees of sneaky depending on their duties & how comfortable they make ock’s little anxious self), aiding them in their duties and all and all being a little clingy fella during their time on the ship.

This behavior tends to be exponentially greater than it might be due to the two factors of his once father figure William no longer being in commission as such (servitorfication sadge) and the fact Huntsmann can be kind of iffy with new people interacting with ock & is very inconsistent with this. One moment he’s cut ock off from all contact but himself, his AdMech husband & the husk of a psyker will, the next he couldn’t care less who ock fraternizes with as long as the inquisitor can focus on his duties at hand (normally in times of high stress ock gets this freedom). Thus typically leaving ock very affection & touch starved so he books it to find a guardsman lurking around to make friends with in the few moments he is allowed to do so.

All this to say, ock is in a desperate hankering for some familial bonds. His rodent buddies are the closest thing he has to any sort of ‘stable’ relationships that don’t end in him being hurt, punished, or tossed aside due to his Psyker status and one of his only sources of unconditional love.

So definitely imagine the agony of loosing one of your family members to someone carelessly (very cruelly & unceremoniously so at that) taking that life from you because they thought it lesser.

Naturally as well, imagine your elation at the promise of not only that family member back in (mostly) working order but the promise of an even larger unconditionally loving family!

Ock would definitely be at the Nurgle garden family BBQ at that point lol