Pulling Up My Old Goober :3

Pulling up my old goober :3

Galileo my sad little man 🥰

Talking about Storvi & than’s enemies to lovers\enemies to enemies arch X3

Ah- so about his wife-

Stella got a bit lost in the shuffle

Sisyphean cycle.

He gets a bit ✨quirky✨

I draw him crying or having a break down half the time…one reblog equals one head pat for the poor meow meow 😔😔😔

Sniff…revisiting my roots with the sillies 🫶🥰

Luv these guys a bunch…

Sniffle…I get attached to characters I doodle easily

They’re silly little guys with loose nonsensical plot rn 🥰

Beefy kriegsman Otto :3

He was supposed to be a space marine but lost his chapter as a scout and there really wasn’t much else to be done with him as he kind of dropped off the map for a bit before showing back up in the guard :3

Commissar Lazran

He takes advantage of the fact he found the kriegsman and ‘took him in’ every day— many a nose breaking punch curbed by his giant ‘son’

Ock doodle central :3

Hunts horse actually likes him a lot-

Huntsmann was originally gonna get a power fist situation to spice up his design and it was gonna be cat themed— no reason other than I thought it was silly

Thinking about his mom…

Errgghhhh Grghh Ggrrggghh

Noise marine whose excess is memories

Noise marine who can’t let go of his past so he endows his music with it

Noise marine whose songs cling so hard to his nostalgia they hold little pieces of him

Noise marine whose music entrances listeners, whose music sends you into a daze of your favorite memory. Until the room is silent and still as people with glassy eyes shed tears as they remember embracing loved ones, parents faces, comrades in their arms one last time, memories listeners thought they had all but lost.

Noise marine who soon stops playing, and leaves his listeners begging for more, to feel that memory just one more time

Noise marine whose music is a drug, where listeners want to hear it again and again and beg for him to keep playing just a bit longer

Noise marine who enters a battlefield and merely plays a mournful ballad, who stops the enemies and even his allies in their tracks. Whose songs are so powerful his brothers dare not ask him into the battlefield lest they get sucked into his siren song of remembering and loose themselves to it

Noise marine whose music when heard by mere mortals leaves you yearning for more and more until you’re so far lost in the past and your memories you begin to forget what’s now, and you begin to slip further and further until you’re no longer able to think or feel because you’ve lost yourself to a time you can’t quite remember anymore and he’ll look over you as he gently shuts your eyes and wish you a good night.

Noise marine whose excess is memories

But he can never look back to his own

I dream of little babies to cuddle…is it such a crime?

Lazy ‘super pick about his plushies’ writerartists’ the name 😼

I’d eat up a Tomonui style plushie….,I’d kill for it…

Guardsman would be precious like this….

Just any guardsman plushie

Please

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