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Never mistake mercy for forgiveness

Jjba writing practice

The form was tall, skin fair and olive in color. Smeared makeup as the lime colored hair framed the androgynously shaped head. The eyes, deep in color, green like the canopy of a rainforest wetted from the rains of stormy days and heavy humidity, were filled with dazed confusion. The form, showing peaks of wiry muscle, dripped the crimson colored fluids, they twisted and rolled down the folds of the outfit. Dripping. Pouring from the spot where the blow had been delivered. The form lurched forward, sneering. He hissed a jumble of words to his attacker. Who's gaze returned once more to the small images of the rainforest canopies that rested within the iris, now they filled with emotion. No longer was he struck with startled confusion, now washing over them was blood lust. A lust that wished to see this form, who had delivered a blow upon the unsuspecting body turned from the attacker, dead. Lust that sought the blood of all who stand in his way. And, as the body lurched forward again brandishing the fist to fill this lust, among the rumbling thunder and pouring rain there was a flash of lighting. The flash sending light into the air causing the pupils to shrink, almost as if to reveal what hide behind these emotions. For a split second a whole flurry of emotions shone through this lust for blood. But it was only for a fleeting moment.

Strike after desperate strike was sent to the blonde haired boy, but he seemed unbothered by this as the man shouted and groaned an agony and rage. Upon striking the boy would step aside and deliver his own punch to the exposed ribs, it was a waiting game now. A game to see who would slip up first. Like wolves they did a primal dance, sifting and twisting around one another, and like wolves they waited to see who fell first. Companions of the boy even gathered watching in intense anticipation as the blows kept being given. The fear seemed to be beginning to over take the man as more pain rushed through his body. This distraction as a voice called from the small crowd was his downfall, and he knew it. As soon as his eyes had darted aside his body seemed to scream, from deep down a primal voice chastised him and condemned him for this, and he knew exactly why. For as soon as he tried to correct this mistake all that he was met with was a fist planted in the face, his body collapsed as the rain continued to poor. He gagged as blood oozed from an assortment of cuts and bruises lined his body. His form tense as he barely held himself up, his gaze locked onto the cement as he caught his breath awaiting his fate. He looked around as footsteps approached, there stood the blonde haired boy he had so relentlessly been fighting, menacing as the rain poured over them. He could hear his heart pounding and once again the eyes shifted, the mask of a relentless murderer had been broken and now true colors showed.

behind the mask of these eyes there was more, pouring with blood and tears the eyes communicated something much clearer now. They spun a tale, sitting here they were filled with fear, the fear of a broken boy helpless to what he had become. Not just by the worlds help but with his own willingness to be molded into the beast that coward here. He huffed catching his breath as he was prepared for another blow to be struck but- a gentle hand was extended, the other shapes of the companions watched carefully, quiet mutters escaping them as the form which had been beaten and bashed looked to the blonde boy. His face still stern and cold but his body now more. . .forgiving? No. No. Merely understanding. Shakily, he raised his own wounded hand, and as his was taken, a strange new chapter seemed to have been opened in his book. He was not miraculously changed or forgiven by this act of kindness, but he was pulled from the deep hole that broken boy had fallen and dug into when he was so young. For the road to recovery was a long process

Why can't I get rid of you?

Jjba writing practice

Her voice was chilling as she spoke his name. A name, he was no stranger to. A name he had been reminded. Reminded and made to remember how much of a gift it was. By her. His eyes shakily moved to meet her's. This couldn't be could it? She had been out of his life for years this. . .woman. she had been gone and he was glad to have finally rid himself of her and that name. And yet here, finally in his quiet life, happy, she was back. He felt anxieties rise back up in him, something was not right. THIS was not right. she was gone, and she never greeted him like this.

His suspicions proved true as he gasped for breath his form jolting awake, he shakily silenced himself looking over. He quivered for a moment remembering the woman next to him, shinobu. His wife and a women he dosen't fully know how to feel about. While not actually his wife this time he has spent here he. . .has grown an attachment. He feels protective of her and the boy, hayato. His. . .son. the boy was hesitant to trust him but he felt something was growing. Over all, he had settled in quite nicely, this truly was a quiet life he could get used to. . .if only these dreams did not haunt him. Dreams of the woman he left, His mother. She controlled him for so long, even now at times like this he felt taken advantage of even though she wasn't on this earth any longer. Slipping from bed he quietly trudged his way to the bathroom. With a deep sigh he looked into the mirror.

'what is your name?' He quietly asked himself. 'I am kosaku. Kosaku kawajiri.'

He looked to his reflection, feeling his heart thump in his chest. His stand manifested as it stood beside him, kosaku was startled stumbling back, he sighed relieved to see it was only his longest and oldest friend. Carefully dressing himself in some casual and comfortable clothing he began to cook. It would be morning soon and he needed to kill time. He would not go back to bed knowing the memories of her awaited him, he hated remembering that time. Especially her.

So he continued to cook. Because he was kosaku kawajiri. Loving husband to shinobu kawajiri and father to hayato kawajiri. He could cook and clean, was "learning" to play the violin. He often played for his wife and son long into the night to help them all sleep. He was a father, a businessman, and a husband.

he was, kosaku kawajiri.

Yippeee more writing!!!

Was inspired by this post ( X ) by @starry-blue-echoes about their au idea hehehe so I wanted to do a little writing for it!! Maybe not exactly tried and true to their au but it was fun!! You should definitely check them out as they're such a cool writer and have so many neato ideas!!!!

Do hope it does their idea justice tho <33

☆《♡- Start -♡》☆

Kira felt his lips tighten into a grimace, hands quaking as he stopped from trying to clip his nails. Frustrated, he tightly closed his eyes. All he was trying to do was cut his nails. Do a bit of personal up keep! But, it seemed to be too much to ask from his inssufferable, egh, 'roomates'. all morning, all DAMN morning, he had been trying SO hard to find a quiet place to tend to his hygiene. The bathroom or porch were his normal places, But considering Dio and Diavolo used the restroom like a revolving door to touch up their makeup and always left it such a mess, Kira couldn't bare to think about it! Let alone try to do his own morning routine. The porch was out of the question as well, at this time of day Kars took up residence with his husband. Kars already didn't like half-....all the group, save for maybe doppio or pucci, but he especially disliked them in moments he could spend with his husband. So no nice fresh night air for kira.

With these spaces off limits, he had finally given in, despite how much it agonized him, and decided he would do it in his bedroom. After layering a few towels and things to ensure minimal cleaning would be required he had finallly sat down with his clear nail polish and clippers, among a few other hygenic tools to keep his hands in their pristine condtion, when he heard IT. The roaring fit of laughter. Now, he wouldn't have been so annoyed if they were further back in the home. further from his calm space and could be drowned out, But unfortunatley lady luck didn't seem to want to side with Yoshikage Kira today and it was just a few doors down from him. he tried to calm himself but soon, in a huff of anger, he pushed himself up and stormed into the room.

"WHAT is so hilarious that you all must-" he began with as much anger as his monotone voice could muster before he stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes landed on just the answer to his question. he paled, all color draining from his skin and face as he saw a sight that made his heart sink to his shoes. Most of the others in the room laughed, calling things to Kira as he stared in horror. It.... was... awful!!! there, projected onto a large screen, was the most chilling scene Kira could call to memory, his death. The day those blasted teenagers had found him once again and had his head CRUSHED by an ambulance after his embarrassing moment of weakness. he felt sick, like he was going to lose his lunch right there, his head throbbed and he gagged gripping his gut before hurrying off to the bathroom.

Confused Dio scoffed leaning forward from agaisnt the couch as he swirled his glass of wine. "well, what's HIS problem?" Dio smugly smiled and laughed before he felt a sharp jab in his rib from pucci beside him with a frown. "what!? I, DIO, am just messing around!" Dio hissed to the younger boy with a groan as he leaned back agaisnt the sofa with the young boy's disapproving glare and returned to watching the screen as more scenes from their various lives played. What a buzz kill he could be at times.

☆《♡- Fin -♡》☆

I’ve been seeing a lot of interesting stories and lots of good tips for keeping astartes and such, so I decided I’d dip my toes in the water!

While I have never really kept many astartes, we had an older pair of ultramarines(? I’m pretty sure?-) when I was younger but they were more my parents astartes then anything, I do keep Admechs. Right now I actually have a very sweet (albeit a bit of a nuisance some times—) Magos Explorator and their equally as precious companion Logis. But you see this is where issues kind of arise, I love both of them a lot and I do try to keep them as happy and stimulated as possible (as especially with my explorator, they get very antsy and mischievous when not) but this does take up a lot of time from my work and things. so a few months ago I decided to get a trio of skitarri to hopefully try and curb some of my magos duos tendencies to break out their pen and cause havoc in my home and surrounding neighborhood when I’m trying to work on bigger projects that require more of my attention.

Well, I was excited to find my Logis absolutely loved the new little skits. Even taking very good care of them when on some rare occasion I’m not around to watch them! Though, to my dismay, my explorator seems to want nothing to do with them??? I was very bummed about this as I had read skitarris made for very good companions to magos and it just seems to have made him want to break out even more than usual.

Maybe it’s me being a bit inexperienced, as while I’ve had my magos for a few years now I’m no expert, or maybe I made them upset in some way with bringing these skitarri home, but it’s very worrying that they’re trying to break out so much now as— especially as of late— I’ve seen a few astartes I don’t fully recognize wandering about and it’s always my fear they’ll end up being some territorial breed or like- an iron warrior and my explorator will get into some fight he can’t win since he can be extremely stubborn. Not to mention without my logis by his side he has a habit of straying too far from home before I can catch him again.

Any astartes keepers have tips for keeping unwanted astartes away? Is it really something I should worry about? Have I read too many astartes horror stories? Any tips to help with this? It would be greatly appreciated!

Of course!

I’ve seen a few wandering around as I’m pretty sure either some neighbors keep a few astartes or there are some feral packs that scurry around, but the most common reoccurring ones I’ve watched are a sort of deep blackish color?

I never really get to nab a good look at the little guys as normally as soon as I notice one they’re off, but I’m pretty sure I’ve seen at least one or two with a few bionic replacements which is kind of what made me worried it was an Iron warrior. Not to mention if I know one thing about astartes it’s that when ones around the rest of it’s brothers aren’t too far off

I’ve been seeing a lot of interesting stories and lots of good tips for keeping astartes and such, so I decided I’d dip my toes in the water!

While I have never really kept many astartes, we had an older pair of ultramarines(? I’m pretty sure?-) when I was younger but they were more my parents astartes then anything, I do keep Admechs. Right now I actually have a very sweet (albeit a bit of a nuisance some times—) Magos Explorator and their equally as precious companion Logis. But you see this is where issues kind of arise, I love both of them a lot and I do try to keep them as happy and stimulated as possible (as especially with my explorator, they get very antsy and mischievous when not) but this does take up a lot of time from my work and things. so a few months ago I decided to get a trio of skitarri to hopefully try and curb some of my magos duos tendencies to break out their pen and cause havoc in my home and surrounding neighborhood when I’m trying to work on bigger projects that require more of my attention.

Well, I was excited to find my Logis absolutely loved the new little skits. Even taking very good care of them when on some rare occasion I’m not around to watch them! Though, to my dismay, my explorator seems to want nothing to do with them??? I was very bummed about this as I had read skitarris made for very good companions to magos and it just seems to have made him want to break out even more than usual.

Maybe it’s me being a bit inexperienced, as while I’ve had my magos for a few years now I’m no expert, or maybe I made them upset in some way with bringing these skitarri home, but it’s very worrying that they’re trying to break out so much now as— especially as of late— I’ve seen a few astartes I don’t fully recognize wandering about and it’s always my fear they’ll end up being some territorial breed or like- an iron warrior and my explorator will get into some fight he can’t win since he can be extremely stubborn. Not to mention without my logis by his side he has a habit of straying too far from home before I can catch him again.

Any astartes keepers have tips for keeping unwanted astartes away? Is it really something I should worry about? Have I read too many astartes horror stories? Any tips to help with this? It would be greatly appreciated!

Well that is a major relief! Definitely a load off my mind to know I won’t have to fight off any feral war bands-

I’ll try that out sometime then! My Explorator has always been one for finding unlikely friends, hopefully things do go well— I’ll post some updates when the situation develops further.

Thank you so much for your help!

I’ve been seeing a lot of interesting stories and lots of good tips for keeping astartes and such, so I decided I’d dip my toes in the water!

While I have never really kept many astartes, we had an older pair of ultramarines(? I’m pretty sure?-) when I was younger but they were more my parents astartes then anything, I do keep Admechs. Right now I actually have a very sweet (albeit a bit of a nuisance some times—) Magos Explorator and their equally as precious companion Logis. But you see this is where issues kind of arise, I love both of them a lot and I do try to keep them as happy and stimulated as possible (as especially with my explorator, they get very antsy and mischievous when not) but this does take up a lot of time from my work and things. so a few months ago I decided to get a trio of skitarri to hopefully try and curb some of my magos duos tendencies to break out their pen and cause havoc in my home and surrounding neighborhood when I’m trying to work on bigger projects that require more of my attention.

Well, I was excited to find my Logis absolutely loved the new little skits. Even taking very good care of them when on some rare occasion I’m not around to watch them! Though, to my dismay, my explorator seems to want nothing to do with them??? I was very bummed about this as I had read skitarris made for very good companions to magos and it just seems to have made him want to break out even more than usual.

Maybe it’s me being a bit inexperienced, as while I’ve had my magos for a few years now I’m no expert, or maybe I made them upset in some way with bringing these skitarri home, but it’s very worrying that they’re trying to break out so much now as— especially as of late— I’ve seen a few astartes I don’t fully recognize wandering about and it’s always my fear they’ll end up being some territorial breed or like- an iron warrior and my explorator will get into some fight he can’t win since he can be extremely stubborn. Not to mention without my logis by his side he has a habit of straying too far from home before I can catch him again.

Any astartes keepers have tips for keeping unwanted astartes away? Is it really something I should worry about? Have I read too many astartes horror stories? Any tips to help with this? It would be greatly appreciated!

Oh geez! I hadn’t even realized!! Tysm for the information! It’s been a really hard go to find the right reading— I’ll definitely get on this right away!!

Ahh ty again!!!

really hoping this will be the fix because I don’t think my Domus Possessor Consociatio will be too happy with the nuclear option-

I’ve been seeing a lot of interesting stories and lots of good tips for keeping astartes and such, so I decided I’d dip my toes in the water!

While I have never really kept many astartes, we had an older pair of ultramarines(? I’m pretty sure?-) when I was younger but they were more my parents astartes then anything, I do keep Admechs. Right now I actually have a very sweet (albeit a bit of a nuisance some times—) Magos Explorator and their equally as precious companion Logis. But you see this is where issues kind of arise, I love both of them a lot and I do try to keep them as happy and stimulated as possible (as especially with my explorator, they get very antsy and mischievous when not) but this does take up a lot of time from my work and things. so a few months ago I decided to get a trio of skitarri to hopefully try and curb some of my magos duos tendencies to break out their pen and cause havoc in my home and surrounding neighborhood when I’m trying to work on bigger projects that require more of my attention.

Well, I was excited to find my Logis absolutely loved the new little skits. Even taking very good care of them when on some rare occasion I’m not around to watch them! Though, to my dismay, my explorator seems to want nothing to do with them??? I was very bummed about this as I had read skitarris made for very good companions to magos and it just seems to have made him want to break out even more than usual.

Maybe it’s me being a bit inexperienced, as while I’ve had my magos for a few years now I’m no expert, or maybe I made them upset in some way with bringing these skitarri home, but it’s very worrying that they’re trying to break out so much now as— especially as of late— I’ve seen a few astartes I don’t fully recognize wandering about and it’s always my fear they’ll end up being some territorial breed or like- an iron warrior and my explorator will get into some fight he can’t win since he can be extremely stubborn. Not to mention without my logis by his side he has a habit of straying too far from home before I can catch him again.

Any astartes keepers have tips for keeping unwanted astartes away? Is it really something I should worry about? Have I read too many astartes horror stories? Any tips to help with this? It would be greatly appreciated!

Some updates!! After some helpful tips it seems I luckily don’t have an iron warrior problem on my hands and actually a small group of Iron hands!

With the down time I’ve had I took my Explorator on a few more walks than usual and he seemed to enjoy them a lot, we even bumped into the Iron hands in question a few times. I made sure to keep a close eye and did my best not to scare the little guys off and they seemed to interact pretty well!

Though I’ve started to notice tech bits showing up on my porch, which all of my Admechs are certainly delighted by but I think I recognized one of the pieces as one that goes to a chimera so I’m hoping it’s just the scrap yard a few blocks away— cause uh- I’m a bit worried if if it isn’t

I also received some information that I may have upset the balance of my two Admechs with bringing in the new skitarri, so I’m trying out the suggestion of getting 2 cohorts of vanguard skitarri. I’m hoping this will work out because while my Explorator is very greatful for the walks be definitely still isn’t too happy about the skits (and at the same time my Logis doesn’t seem too keen on letting them go 😓), but it’s a slow go as I’m trying to scoop up some extra information so this time I hopefully won’t make another mistake like before.

Fingers crossed!!

Make sure youre not overstocking your battle mat with the new cohorts and I'd recommend putting them into quarantine first before introducing them to your main enclosure incase of scrap code disease.

Oh yeah!— that’s one thing I definitely don’t wanna do, it’s one of my biggest fears when it comes to keeping my Admechs. It’s really why I’ve waited this long to even bring in the skitarri I have already.

I had them quarantined away for maybe a bit more then they needed to be just bc I was psyching myself out about worrying if they had Scrap code or not. (It’s also why I’m trying to take my explorator out a bit more right now as I’m being very careful about who I’m getting this next cohort from and kind of trying to see if things can maybe mellow out—)

But anyway, Ty for the advice and concerns!

Major update!!!!

So, like I’ve mentioned before, bringing in new cohorts was kind of stressing me. I wanna do what I can to keep my Admechs happy obviously but at the same time I don’t wanna take on more then I can handle!— so I decided I’d keep watch of my Explorator to try and see if I was missing any behavioral signs and making sure to acquire more reading, as of late I noticed something and well— it’s the cutest thing!!!!! Guuuuyys!!

I had thought my Explorator didn’t want anything to do with my little skitarri since he had been trying to escape a lot and a few times when checking my skitarri would be cuddled up with my Logis. But I noticed that more often when he gets out my skitarri are gone too! (Worrying I know but hang in there-)

Then, I found that sometimes the skitarri just can’t be found And my Logis will be following behind Explorator a lot more often then usual- and guys??? You know why?!?!

Because my Explorator has been hiding the skitarri under his elytra and carrying them around🥺🥺!!! It’s literally so stinking cute too!

It even got me thinking as, before I’d Brought these skits home the Astartes really didn’t hang around much, let alone bring the scraps like they have been. That was until after my explorator started getting out more and of course when I started introducing him more to the Astartes— so I’m a bit worried my Explorator— knowing his personality— is bullying this pack of Iron hands into dropping off scraps for his own gain and that of our new Skitarri 😅

Honestly!! It’s precious— he gives me little hums if I get too close and mess with his elytra when they’re under there (he normally doesn’t mind me messing with it as I check to make sure he isn’t hiding things he shouldn’t have or make sure he isn’t hurt check ups and things-) he’s just a big protective teddy bear 🥺

Ah that honestly tracks pretty well— for as independent as he can be he loves delegating tasks. So far the skits really have been getting a lot of the scraps but with the ones he’s been keeping I haven’t really been able to make anything out exactly but then again he’s been throwing a fit because I didn’t let him have a more explosive piece of tech the astartes had left for him, so I’m trying to keep an eye on his little project to make sure I won’t have to take another complaint up with my Domus Possessor Consociatio about my AdMech blowing up peoples mailboxes- again

Major update!!!!

So, like I’ve mentioned before, bringing in new cohorts was kind of stressing me. I wanna do what I can to keep my Admechs happy obviously but at the same time I don’t wanna take on more then I can handle!— so I decided I’d keep watch of my Explorator to try and see if I was missing any behavioral signs and making sure to acquire more reading, as of late I noticed something and well— it’s the cutest thing!!!!! Guuuuyys!!

I had thought my Explorator didn’t want anything to do with my little skitarri since he had been trying to escape a lot and a few times when checking my skitarri would be cuddled up with my Logis. But I noticed that more often when he gets out my skitarri are gone too! (Worrying I know but hang in there-)

Then, I found that sometimes the skitarri just can’t be found And my Logis will be following behind Explorator a lot more often then usual- and guys??? You know why?!?!

Because my Explorator has been hiding the skitarri under his elytra and carrying them around🥺🥺!!! It’s literally so stinking cute too!

It even got me thinking as, before I’d Brought these skits home the Astartes really didn’t hang around much, let alone bring the scraps like they have been. That was until after my explorator started getting out more and of course when I started introducing him more to the Astartes— so I’m a bit worried my Explorator— knowing his personality— is bullying this pack of Iron hands into dropping off scraps for his own gain and that of our new Skitarri 😅

Shrimp themed Biologis and Crayfish techpreist apprentice anyone? (You guys get a fun lore dump with these doodles so strap in—)

Crunch—

Lore below the cut 🫶

So basically

Shimp-Biologis is silly and cool bc he’s technically not SOLELY tech, he’s mutated flesh and shit that’s melded with his tech exoskeleton (hence why he gets the gift of functional mouth) but this is very strenuous on his fleshy form. This is why the Biologis’s body is shaped around and themed after a shrimp (also why he doesn’t wear traditional robes, gets in the way of swimming)

Within his lab is this large tank (think of an inground pool situation in the middle of this lab which has stairs to a second level like some kind of aquarium) which he spends most of his time in due to the strain it is on his body to be out the water. He is able to traverse dry land but it gets very exhausting and he has to scurry back to the tank for a much needed old man nap. With a strong interest in humans he is definitely much more sympathetic to their plights then most of the Admechs but with a double edged sword he also finds a morbid curiosity in how their innards work— so— keep an eye on him cause his scalpels normally aren’t far from him—

But that’s also where the crayfish based techpreist comes in! Being a more traditional rejected the human flesh Mechanicus they are appropriately made for out of water travel so to aid their mentor (sh rimp) and to provide aid in whatever means necessary. This is also why they have them big honking claws, it is much easier to lift you Magos back into the water with big claws then tiny frail leg hands! Behind those beady red eyes they are a bit more interested in warfare then their mentor’s study but they’re one of the only other techpreist with waterproofing and the other one is a crab Logis whom is always by the Archmagos’s side so perhaps they’re better suited here anyway, the Omnissiah’s wish.

Also a bit of nerd stuff about designing these bastards is—

[Insert sobbing and crying image]

The crayfish themed character was easy enough as their defining features are

> big claw

> big antenna

> big carapace

And with some other inspiration aka Crush crawfish—

The design was not that hard to whammy outta my brain— HOWEVER Shrimp for some reason just WONT come out of my brain just as easily?!

As really the defining feature of shrimps are

> pi nk

> shrimp C posture

>funny legs

So it was a big struggle to sketch out The Biologis’s design while his crayfish friend was not so hard to get on paper 🙄 (and yes this is also also why he doesn’t wear robes is bc A I didn’t work all your dumbass body out to cover it up and B I can’t figure out how your dumbass robes would fall anyway so hah)

All and all mostly happy with them!! (Also also ALSO do expect more lore dumps since I’m further fleshing out my other AdMech’s stories 😈😈😈)

What gifts are on Mantis Archmagos and Crab Logis' wedding registry?

Well for their definitely not a wedding guys it’s just their declaration of their undying bond for one another celebration come on- gift registry

I think they’d probably have the usual:

More holy oil and incense

A new thurible

ArcheoTech 🥰

Any sorts of bits and bobs for their work really

Matching custom embroidered robes—

Eerrrmmm—

One can never go wrong with new opportunities to further reject their flesh in binding themselves closer with one another and their beloved Omnissiah am I right?—

All and all they really aren’t too hard to please! I think they’d definitely like your idea of an Autoclave! Visiting imperium members get the place so messy after all 🤢 what with their sticky organic hands getting the secretions all over the blessed tech!

This has been in my drafts for some time now and I figured since I’ve been tagging them a lot more in them-coded stuff I should share with you all the knowledge of their names!! and yes all of my Admechs have been named for like Several months now- but shhhh it’s fiiinnneeeee

I think I’ve mentioned Dominus centipedes name in a post before and ArchMagos mantis? But I never said them much and probably won’t say them much still =w= bug description just easier lol

But in a sucker for lore stuff!

The lists will include:

Their title (associated bug) - full imperium name

Lists of prominent nicknames (mostly for/from imperium normie)

↳ listed here like so :)

Arch magos (Praying mantis) - Kallisch Katrasnadis

Prominent nicknames include:

↳ ‘K’

↳ ‘DeadEye’

↳ ‘Techy’

Logis (crab) - L-319

Prominent nicknames include:

↳ ‘Brachyura’

↳ ‘Natalia’

↳ ‘Claws’

Magos Explorator (Beetle) - TZ-648-Δ

Prominent nicknames include:

↳ ‘Delta’

↳ ‘Poxy’

↳ ‘Trypox’

Logis (Silver fish) - Rure lepisma Holotius

Prominent nicknames include:

↳ ‘Rue’ (Roo)

↳ ‘Brainbox’

↳ ‘Clank’

Magos Dominus (Centipede) - Thanatos van krelt

Prominent nicknames include:

↳ ‘Than’ (Th-Ann)

↳ ‘Legs’

↳ ‘Clicks’

↳ ‘Gutter’

↳ ‘wiggles’

Magos Biologis (Shrimp) - Phanes-Theta 21

Prominent nicknames include:

↳ ‘Shrimp’ (if it ain’t broke don’t fix it)

↳ ‘Butcher’

↳ ‘Butch’

↳ ‘Phane’

Tech priest (Crayfish) - Halios-900

Prominent nicknames include:

↳ ‘Big man’

↳ ‘Crush’

↳ ‘Lobster’

> A note on most of the nicknames is they aren’t typically used by other Admechs, they’re mostly used by average imperium individuals who might interact with them. This also is where most of the description/‘Perosnality’ based nicknames.

>>> this is also why a lot of them might not be befitting of the aura/rank that a Magos Dominus or an ArchMagos may wield, they’re mostly monickers used amongst personal conversation between guardsman to distinguish which of mutlilimbed, tech worshippers one may be referencing :3

Oh jeez have I been there. I remember when my folks still had their ultramarine pair I was going over for a visit and the neighbors had just recently gotten a new statue for their front porch- it took me and dad to wrestle down one while my mom and brother kept the other inside the first time they saw it

Ultramarines are a very popular first-time breed, and for good reason. They are tidy, efficient, easily trained, naturally obedient, and are one of the friendlier breeds. Unfortunately, they are also one of the more expensive breeds to keep due to their deep-seated need for bling.

Ultramarines LOVE bling. Wild Ultramarines will decorate their nests with statues of their pack leaders and scavenge for shiny metal to gild their armor. You may recall the Siege of '92 when a park's ornate railings, broad pavilions, and equestrian statues attracted a whole company of feral Ultramarines, who claimed it "for Ultramar" and drove off the visitors so they could build a nest. Astartes experts theorize that Ultramarines use bling to establish status and attract mates.

New owners should be prepared to purchase at least one marble sculpture and several gilded items for their Ultramarine's enclosure. They should also award him with medals and other decorations for his armor and weaponry. Upkeep is easy--as long as the owner provides their Ultramarine with sufficient supplies, he will clean and maintain his bling without prompting. Indeed, some Ultramarines find bling cleaning to be a calming activity.

Failing to invest in bling will cause a rapid downturn in mood. Initially, the blingless Ultramarine will vocalize frequently about "shame" and "dishonor" to express his distress. If the situation is not amended, he can become lethargic and withdrawn and may even grow a beard. Alternatively, he may become increasingly aggressive as he seeks to find or earn more bling. If an Ultramarine begins showing these signs, it is highly imperative for an owner to purchase more decorations for his enclosure, and to frequently assure him of his honor.

Just a little thing I whipped up for @eftanz :3

Really hope this is what you meant 👁️👁️” and hope it kind of fulfills what you were looking for! It was really fun writing practice! Especially for characters I haven’t touched in a while =w=“

Hope I did good UwU!

Seabelts on

Tf2 writing practice || heavy medic

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Heavy felt this sort of lump form in his throat as he forced down his suitcase, closing it up as a deep sigh slipped from his lips. He let his head droop as he closed his eyes, taking in these final moments. Safe. On the ground. not in the air in a metal death tube…

He was flying with medic to Germany for a vacation, they’d been granted some down time and medic was ecstatic to show heavy around, the doctor had been rambling about all sorts of things he needed to show heavy and the foods he insisted heavy needed to try. Another exasperated sigh slipped from his lips.

‘You need to be strong misha’ he reminded himself as he gently tapped the suitcase ‘be strong for medic and for yourself.’ he frowned with a nod, he was right. His inner dialogue was interrupted as he heard medic calling for him. “heavy!! Are you ready yet?”

the familiar voice trilled, medic almost seemed to float as he practically skipped into the room. Misha took a sharp inhale to puff himself up, trying to seem more confident in the moment than he was.

“Archimedes is almost all set so we can head to the airport whenever-“ the doctor had started speaking before he looked up from the bird to misha, stopping as he blinked. “heavy? Is everything okay?” The doctor asked with a frown as he carefully approached his large companion, a gentle hand resting on his chest “you look pale..”

heavy felt his jaw practically lock in place, he felt his throat swell up and his gut twist into knots “da…da…heavy is just- ah- so excited for trip with doktor.” he weakly forced a smile to his anxious lips as he nodded, as if he didn’t fully believe the words himself. Medic wasn’t convinced, his hand gently ran over and down his arm. Gently holding heavy’s hand he hummed, seems he decided to not press any further. Phew.

“Ah, ja! I can’t wait to get there, heheh it’s been so long since I’ve been home and I can’t wait to share it with you!” the medic gushed as he carefully lifted heavy’s hand to his face, gently pressing against the large palm as he closed his eyes. Relishing in the contact he stood there, fingers interlocked with his companion. Misha felt this wave of relaxation wash over him as their fingers interlaced and he just got to stand there, Let his mind wander away from…the flight and he just got to be close to the man he adored most.

“Well. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be loading our things.” he finally stated, Misha felt that comfort melt away as he was hesitant to let medic’s hand go for a moment. His gaze and grip followed medic before the doctor slipped off, his hand falling back by his side. He’d think to himself for a moment, finally mustering the energy to grab his things and join the doctor

‘Be brave misha. Be brave’

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The noise of the airport buzzed in the large man’s ears, he hadn’t even noticed medic was calling his name and carefully shaking his arm as his leg was bouncing out of control.

“Huh?” he glanced now to medic, disoriented blinking as he looked down to the companion. Worriedly the doctor looked back up to him

“are you sure everything is okay, heavy? You’ve been more quiet than usual and you keep bouncing your leg…” he worriedly looked down to misha’s still bouncing leg and back up to his face, gently squeezing his hand “you know you can tell me if something’s wrong, right?”

heavy felt his words catch in his throat as he forced his leg very quickly to stop “ah da, heavy is fine. Just can’t-“ the words caught again as he choked them out “can’t wait to— Ergh get in the plane.” he forced a smile, this time it seemed to be much more obvious as medic frowned in return

“Heavy-“ he began but was cut off as their flight was paged, oh dear. Finally. It was here. Medic looked back about to part his lips to speak but Misha was already up, grabbing their suitcases and he made his way to the terminal. Medic begrudgingly grabbed archimedes cage and following.

it felt like…a walk of shame almost. Despite being no where near the plane he could he the roar of its engine, the loud hissing snarl of that metal beast, made him want to recoil and rush back in fear. he could almost see the threatening blades whipping around and swooping past with each turn. It made his gut churn, made his knees feel weak and the bags he had no problem carrying before now felt like 10 ton weights. It didn’t even come close to the horror he felt at the image of being up in the air, oh god…the sounds of creaks and groans as the metal tube pushed forward and leapt for the skies. Hundreds of feet up into the air- and the horrid thought of wind filling the cabin- he could hear the screams as the gravity forced him back into his seat and as they hurtled to THE GROUND GOING FASTER AND FASTER AND FASTER UNTIL—

He leaned against the wall, gripping his chest as cold sweat ran down his brow, medic close to his side looking on in fear “heavy! You almost fell over! You need to tell me what’s wrong” he pleaded as the doctor stayed close to heavy, whom was barely upright from his knees buckling under him. He hesitated and fought with himself. It felt stupid. So very very dumb that someone like himself, who had fought so hard and so long, who had seen the horrors of war and conflict so long, and done his work as a mercenary even longer to be afraid of- something so trivial.

But he had to do it.

“Heavy is…heavy he- he is afraid of aeroplane..” his head sunk in defeat, half expecting medic to laugh. To think it was a joke, or to tease him for it, but it never came. Instead he felt his face being pulled to look to medic, his lip quivered some in defeat as he stared back at his partner, those familiar eyes accentuated by the thick glasses frames with understanding and worry and- and compassion swirling in them

“Oh heavy…it is okay to be afraid. Flying is a very scary thing.” he sighed as he gently pressed his forehead against heavy’s “but it will be okay, you know why? We are in this together. Always and always” he crooned with a smile as he pulled back

“How about this? I will take the window seat, that way you don’t have to look while we fly, and I will hold your hand the whole time?” He smiled to his companion, not removing his hand from the larger figure’s cheek. Misha smiled, if it hadn’t been for the location he might of even let a tear slip as his hand rose up and pressed medic’s palm firmly against his face

“Da. Heavy would like that.” He said at last as medic smiled wide and cupped both of heavy’s hands in his. Overjoyed he could help ease the stress, even if only a little

“Here! I’ll show you this little trick, you tap the outside of the plane as good luck! A little ‘we will land safe’ sort of thing and to remind you it is a solid piece of equipment.” Chirped the medic as he held tightly to Misah’s hand as they made their way to the gate, carefully boarding. Heavy felt a sense of pride well in his chest as he watched medic gently tap the outside of the plane, his own hand followed, he felt overjoyed as medic condemned his bravery as they took their seats. His fingers carefully interlocked with medic’s as they settled in for the flight, a deep breath as he closed his eyes. Head resting back.

Suddenly flying…didn’t feel so scary.

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Unconventional Company

Warhammer/Helldivers/Halo crossover + writing warmup

Slowly Night clutched its wispy black tendrils around the planet and travel became difficult, forcing the Trio of trained soldiers to set up camp for the night. Seated around the fire the Space Marine would reach back into his satchel, digging out a large book as he leaned back some.

His voice, cutting through the settling air, rumbled the question “So pray tell guardsman, have you all finished your prayers? I hadn’t seen even a single one before battle…” He questioned, strangely nonchalant for how confused the other two were left. The other armored figures glanced to each other with small shrugs.

“prayers?” The spartan echoed, he had heard of a variety of religions back home and on various planets but with the mystery shrouding this giant already he really hadn’t taken the ‘marine’ to be much of a religious man. The Helldiver didn’t seem to be a fan of this topic however as he crossed his arms, leaning back with an aura of disapproval. He didn’t really trust this brick wall much already. Was too big of a guy. Never took off his armor…maybe he was an automaton. These prayers sounded very UN-democratic. Hmph.

Though their confusion deepened as the marine looked appalled, gently digging out an almost rosary like item with a large double headed eagle attached “ahah…yes?— your prayers to the God Emperor?” He pressed, the duo again glancing to one another.

“Doesn’t sound very democratic-“ growled the Helldiver as the marine gave off a sudden menacing aura. The spartan swiftly clapped the back of the helldiver’s helmet with his armored hand, clearing his throat to try and recover the situation, “Right! Right!! our prayers! How could we forget!?” He’d swiftly nod with growing anxiety as the Helldiver grumbled in complaint over being hit. The spartan wasn’t about to be ripped in two by this muscle man freak in super armor because the quack Helldivers like this one couldn’t see the writing on the wall.

“How indeed.” Snorted the armor clad wall of a man before allowing his original aggression, hesitantly, to fall away. “But it is only natural when fighting for the God Emperor.” He nodded matter of factly.

“For Liberty ya mean.” grumbled the Helldiver, receiving another smack to the helmet as the spartan cleared his throat once more “RIGHT! Yes! Perhaps you should lead us through one? We are a bit rusty—“

He gulped, worried of the marines reaction, hoping this would smooth it over. Even still he braced for the worst until— the marine seemed to light up? “Of course! I always am ready to show guardsmen new prayers for our God Emperor!” His deep voice bellowed as he would readjust to be closer to the two.

Despite the Helldiver disliking the idea the spartan forced ‘convinced’ him to go along with it, if only to just please this ‘Space Marine’ into not crushing them under his boot— and he had to admit, it was kind of endearing the joy the marine displayed as he traced over the strange words within his book, explaining these ‘prayers’ he picked out for them and how to say them.

…Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad?

Lovely dividers by @squishyowl (Imperial) and myself :) (Helldiver)

Yapping below the cut

Oh BROTHER this one took a lot. Idk y but hey it happens (mostly due to my inability to stay on a project for too long—) but anyhow

This bad boy had say in my inbox for a WHILE and in my notes even longer….i think I ported it over to tumblr around the time I made the original au post, meanwhile it’s been written since about I first made the au, so woof a while ago

This bad boy took a few months on and off again to complete just due to my spelling and grammatical errors and the whole not working 100% of the time on it X.X

But here it is!!! Idk if it was obvious but the crossover is a really fun idea to me and I definitely wanna do more with if- so we shall see 🥰

I’m just a big huge sucker for sci-fi stuff especially sci-fi battle stuff and these three being big poster children for that idk how I couldn’t

Anywho- thank you all for reading and u all are so cool and thanks to my moots who proof read it for me 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶✨✨✨💪💪💪💪

Everyone have a good day 🫶

Unconventional Company

Warhammer/Helldivers/Halo crossover + writing warmup

Slowly Night clutched its wispy black tendrils around the planet and travel became difficult, forcing the Trio of trained soldiers to set up camp for the night. Seated around the fire the Space Marine would reach back into his satchel, digging out a large book as he leaned back some.

His voice, cutting through the settling air, rumbled the question “So pray tell guardsman, have you all finished your prayers? I hadn’t seen even a single one before battle…” He questioned, strangely nonchalant for how confused the other two were left. The other armored figures glanced to each other with small shrugs.

“prayers?” The spartan echoed, he had heard of a variety of religions back home and on various planets but with the mystery shrouding this giant already he really hadn’t taken the ‘marine’ to be much of a religious man. The Helldiver didn’t seem to be a fan of this topic however as he crossed his arms, leaning back with an aura of disapproval. He didn’t really trust this brick wall much already. Was too big of a guy. Never took off his armor…maybe he was an automaton. These prayers sounded very UN-democratic. Hmph.

Though their confusion deepened as the marine looked appalled, gently digging out an almost rosary like item with a large double headed eagle attached “ahah…yes?— your prayers to the God Emperor?” He pressed, the duo again glancing to one another.

“Doesn’t sound very democratic-“ growled the Helldiver as the marine gave off a sudden menacing aura. The spartan swiftly clapped the back of the helldiver’s helmet with his armored hand, clearing his throat to try and recover the situation, “Right! Right!! our prayers! How could we forget!?” He’d swiftly nod with growing anxiety as the Helldiver grumbled in complaint over being hit. The spartan wasn’t about to be ripped in two by this muscle man freak in super armor because the quack Helldivers like this one couldn’t see the writing on the wall.

“How indeed.” Snorted the armor clad wall of a man before allowing his original aggression, hesitantly, to fall away. “But it is only natural when fighting for the God Emperor.” He nodded matter of factly.

“For Liberty ya mean.” grumbled the Helldiver, receiving another smack to the helmet as the spartan cleared his throat once more “RIGHT! Yes! Perhaps you should lead us through one? We are a bit rusty—“

He gulped, worried of the marines reaction, hoping this would smooth it over. Even still he braced for the worst until— the marine seemed to light up? “Of course! I always am ready to show guardsmen new prayers for our God Emperor!” His deep voice bellowed as he would readjust to be closer to the two.

Despite the Helldiver disliking the idea the spartan forced ‘convinced’ him to go along with it, if only to just please this ‘Space Marine’ into not crushing them under his boot— and he had to admit, it was kind of endearing the joy the marine displayed as he traced over the strange words within his book, explaining these ‘prayers’ he picked out for them and how to say them.

…Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad?

Lovely dividers by @squishyowl (Imperial) and myself :) (Helldiver)

Yapping below the cut

Oh BROTHER this one took a lot. Idk y but hey it happens (mostly due to my inability to stay on a project for too long—) but anyhow

This bad boy had say in my inbox for a WHILE and in my notes even longer….i think I ported it over to tumblr around the time I made the original au post, meanwhile it’s been written since about I first made the au, so woof a while ago

This bad boy took a few months on and off again to complete just due to my spelling and grammatical errors and the whole not working 100% of the time on it X.X

But here it is!!! Idk if it was obvious but the crossover is a really fun idea to me and I definitely wanna do more with if- so we shall see 🥰

I’m just a big huge sucker for sci-fi stuff especially sci-fi battle stuff and these three being big poster children for that idk how I couldn’t

Anywho- thank you all for reading and u all are so cool and thanks to my moots who proof read it for me 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶✨✨✨💪💪💪💪

Everyone have a good day 🫶

‘Emps gets yassfied’ master post

⭐️ synopsis ⭐️

The emperor has returned! Rejoice!! Follow the god emperor of mankind (and his sons) as they must tread the strange waters of his sudden (and very unexpected) return to full form and figure out the ins and outs of what this new revelation means for them and their world

✨ The story so far… ✨

✨the true story begins with a flash back-

✨dodging the question

✨the trouble with Patricide

✨they went where?!

✨ sibling bonding

✨what could they be up to?

✨ chaos shenanigans

✨ they what now?

✨ tale as old as time

✨ brotherly spat?

✨ on the way

⭐️ the side stuff ⭐️

✨ the true beginnings + initial post

✨design choices + father loving his pets

✨ Minecraft skeleton.mp4

✨ adventure brothers 🥰

✨ sad, Sad immortal old man

✨ owing them sons

✨ offended old skeleton

✨ answering some questions!

✨ fan art attacked 🥹🥹🥹

✨ silly Billies, now in color

✨ fan art two electric boogaloo (lazy has died)

✨ gods will be gods sigh

✨ wingman

✨ lil up date stuffs

✨ bunch o’ doodles

✨ chaos suggestions

✨ answering some questions 2

✨ custodes questions

✨ sad old man two

✨ visitor

✨ yeah…

✨ Magnus beans 🤨

✨ dissociation and custodes cuddles

⭐️ A little side story - Tzeentch ⭐️

✨ new friend?

Hear me out

HEAR ME OUT

I do not wanna anger any t’au fans glance over to the empty desert of one person but like hear me out!!

Was chitter chatting with a friend and like-

They called T’au the ‘cows of space’ and like—

G U Y S

MOO T’AU dies

More mammalian faces to help endear people to them + tails for the character design appeal to go with their already precious hooves????? The babiesss!!!!!!

Like to be fair I think most T’au designs work fine and communicate alien very well and all and their planet is different and that’s why they look like that or whatever, but their cute with their little hooves and precious armor I’m just a sucker for animalistic character design (cough chaos gods designs cough) and like the canon designs are good!!!! I’m just a freak

Maybe these can just be some sort of cross between a T’au and some unnamed aliens UwU if we REALLY need an “reason” other than I love them your honor

So here’s my ramblings about this eye twitch

To start off I just have a few random doodles figuring them out and stuff, seeing how their faces would work and figuring out elements I’d keep and loose!

To keep them recognizable as t’au I decided to keep their lack of hair (mostly well talk about it—) and turn their little ‘nose’(?) situations into markings instead! They’re also still blue I just— didn’t color them :3

Imagine….i jest i jest….unless?

This is where they get their cow ears and tail and it will not be changing ever-

I also mostly went with their descriptions from various wiki pages and things and just took inspiration bits and bobs from artwork!

Fire caste are in the range of human heights and are the most muscular of the castes, they even have more muscle mass then most humans to counter their planets naturally harsher gravity. this also aids their prowess as soldiers!

The fire caste’s hooves come more to a clawed shape, their ‘dewclaws’ normally being larger and thicker than other castes. Some higher ranking officials even having dewclaws that resemble and have sometimes get used more like a rooster spur, the fire warriors in some cases of being brought into imperial custody have been recorded to attack with these claws and often are trimmed or ‘booted’ to counter act this risk (especially with the “spur” variants)

Ironically with their soldier classification they are actually, by certain imperials which will not be named, found to be some of the cutest. The caste have thicker ears (likely to minimize damage taken when fighting) and out of all 5 castes are actually incredibly fluffy- adding to the human mind finding them to be “cute” on some level. The fire castes’ also have tails on the shorter end with thick fluffy hair tufts on the end of their tails

The fire (and air) castes are the only two which have prominent claws, which again aid in battle and self defense when/of unarmed and it is not uncommon to see a young tau’s hands with little mittens to prevent the young infants motor control practice from harming themselves

Earth caste are the shortest of the castes, stockily built and often a bit heavier then most fire caste due to their dense builds and often being a bit fatter then other castes.

Their hooves are duller and much more ground down then the fire caste, their legs tend to be thicker and much much much more musclar (though mileage may vary as some members of the caste can be more muscular than others and vice versa) they have also been seen occasionally displaying the “spur” variation.

Their ears are thicker and firmer then the fire caste, they are second fluffiest of the castes and the shortest tails with thin fur tufts that remind much more of some sort of strange dog. Their faces are in a resting sort of puppy face due to the way their mouths curve and even when (slightly minimally) emoting their face remains the same :3

Air casters are the lankiest and second slimmest & tallest of the castes. Slightly shorter than the water caste they are a bit more muscular then them but no where near the fire or earth castes’ broadness. Their hooves as very similar to that of the water caste and are very slim and thin and almost horse like in nature, they also have the smallest dewclaw of the caste’s and are one of the only castes which lack the “spur” mutation.

They have some of the thinner and floppiest ears of the castes (these help planet side air travel or when fast winds blow it won’t irritate the ears). They take third place in how fluffy they are. The air caste feature slim tails with very spare and thin hair tufts, but are on the middling length when it comes to their tails. As well as being the only other caste with claws :3

Water caste are the thinnest and tallest of the castes but are much more evenly proportional than the gangly lanky air caste. Again their hooves are similarly slim and dainty with a horse like air to them, but can often be ornately painted or decorated with various items but especially jewelry depending on the individual.

They are the sparest furred of the four castes (most ethereal are hairless :3) and tend to be the most ornately dressed. Their tails tend to be the longest and fluffiest thickest furred and tend to be groomed and styled in various ways and specially adored with bangles and jewelry. The caste having a very strong affinity for shiny objects normally are adorned with jewels to match and slim but long ears are often pierced and bejeweled end to end and anywhere in between. They also tend to have the most control over and be the most expressive of the castes!

All castes can have any variety of hair styles really, and depicted outfits/“unifroms” are not one size fits all and naturally the castes can see various changes depending on rank, line of work, individual preferences and more

The chart below also depicts the tallest of each caste, at their maximum heights, most caste members range a bit shorter then theses Water caste stands in at 7 feet tall (~213 cm), Air caste tend to max out around 6 feet 5 inches (~198 Cm), the fire caste again tend to be in the human height ranges but max at about 6 foot (~182.88 Cm), Eath caste meanwhile as the shortest tend to max out around 4 foot 11 inches (~149 Cm)

Early concept sketches

I’ve yet to decide on some designs on etherals but I’ll get there. These alone were really fun but very time consuming lol even if most of these doodles I had finished prior but shhhhh I love these goobs a lot tbh they’re so silly….i love designing each caste and picking out little reasons for the design tidbits. I think one of my favorite things is character design and Augh this was so fun.

Honestly could probably ramble for ages on the design variations and lore change ideas I have for these goobs

Do hope you all enjoy my little guys