SniffleI Get Attached To Characters I Doodle Easily

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’

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….

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

Pleadpleaspeloeladpelaspelwaplsepalee

POV watch me trying to get a late night snack with my baby around my neck (he has the zoomies)

Little dorkus likes to try and sit on my face sometimes smh

I think skit said they’d pass—

Close ups

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 😔😔😔