#astorath

[yesthe-artblog]

Astorath <3

[dese-o]

Family Photo with the birds :D

The boys were sleepy :3c

[mahleb]

First part - https://www.tumblr.com/mahleb/777734575141093376/part-2-will-be-tomorrow?source=share

[candyswirls]

Could you write Astaroth at the Devastation of Baal? Dm for details as always.

His knees could have been made out of stone. He feels each bit of control slipping away like strings on a puppet being cut. His emotions and mind are falling limp. Till there's just one string left. Rage. It is the only thing that can come through.

Then comes the sensation of falling. It is like watching the neighbors shoddy pict feed through a fish bowl you're using as a telescope.

He can make out the image of Baal. Is he home?

Red.

Red.

Red!

RED!!

carnage

Death.

BLOOD

hecanfeeltherageheinflictsonothersbefore

being killed

BY HIS HANDS

RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE

blood

for

the

blood

god

He's sees the armor. Red with gold. Gold in Fa(Khorne)ther's image.

The statue. Crumbled before him. Coated in the spatter of his most recent endeavor.

Some desperately crawl away. Escape or to a weapon?

How many have survived? How many will be entombed with in dreadnoughts? He doesn't care.

His mind is exhausted. Body as well. Rage takes it all out if you.

He looks to the side of the statue, to the figure at the top of the steps. He tries to stand as tall as he can, despite his wounds.

The golden mask, in likeness of his father, has fallen off the astartes. Long hair fading from black to white hangs losely.

Astorath leans back his head, exposing his neck to the Blood Angel."

He speaks, "Do i-"

His head falls to the ground before he can finish speaking. He welcomes the release of pain.

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[cynicalraccoon]

May not have spoilers, but gonna give warning just in case. SPOILERS AHEAD!!

The Blood Angels did get a break in this book. Dante, esoecially. Just hit after hit after hit with them. I learned a lot about the Blood Angels while reading this book. To be honest, their obession with perfection and beauty does get a bit old at times, it didn't take away their trials and determination to overcome them. 

I especially liked the way the the daemon prince of Slaanesh was described. 

I felt kind of bad for the Primaris Marines because they were immediately looked down upon by some of the first born marines. I'm over here, like, nobody gave them a chance. Nobody actually took the time to intergrate the Primaris into the Blood Angel and successor chapter's traditions. So, of course they're going to seem different and not like the first born Blood Angels. 

My favorite characters were Dante, Mephiston, and Astorath. Not gonna lie, was confused by Mephiston and Astorath because they were both describe to have armor that looks like flayed muscles and were painted red. A small, but confusing detail. Wonder who chose the armor scheme first.

Another character I liked was Teus. A minor character, but he seemed interesting. Hope he lives long enough.

I also like the way they describe some of the Blood Angels, Astorath especially, creepy moments and how the red thirst or the black rage affects them. Honestly, the Blood Angels are just another species of vampire in the Warhammer universe.

Anyway, liked the book. Got a lot of inspiration and research from it. Don't know if I'm going to read the other Blood Angel omnibus. 

[skullivander]

All I'm saying is that, as an artist, I've worked on a few pictures that would have thrown me into the Black Rage if I were a Blood Angel.

[moj-cien]

Bureocracy

More Astorath and Dolomen.

[vtmbbot]

i love mephiston

[suzanna-polixena]

What can I say, I love Blood Angels ❤ And I'm glad to know it's mutual because they come to my aid whenever I feel down and want to bleed inks on marker paper and mentally rave to 70s synthesizers.

And big thanks to Soyuzmultfilm for the amazing animated short inspired by Moche/Mochica mythology. It's so visually stunning and trippy and more importantly it shows proper research of the source material.

[horuslupercal]

[dese-o]

The Kitty of Mercy, Astorath!

[mahleb]

Part 2 will be tomorrow _______ Up - second part - https://www.tumblr.com/mahleb/777829927188840448/first-part?source=share

[candyswirls]

Could I get some suggestive fluff between Astaroth and Maryas? Dm for details as always.

He was sharpening an axe when something slinked down from a rafter and into his lap.

"I'm bored," Maryas said.

"Find something to do then," He answered, continuing his task.

She knocked a dish of weapon oil onto the ground.

She grinned, "I did, annoying you."

Astaroth ignored her. A frown crossed the Drukhari's face.

She stood on his thigh and rested her elbows on his shoulder. She poked his cheek.

"What if we went out and -"

"I'm busy, and weapons need care," he interrupted.

Maryas grabbed his shirt and leaned back dramatically, "But I need care!"

Astaroth didn't acknowledge the action. She frowned, hoping that would get her attention. She moved to sit on his shoulder, watching him methodically sharpen and clean the weapon.

"Will you be done soon?" She inquired.

"No."

"Why must it take so long??"

"Because it frustrates you, and even though I was done, I wanted to continue."

A smirk appeared on his face as he finally looked at her. She frowned and waited for him to set aside the axe.

She slid backward and into his arms. She reached up to touch his nose.

"Boop," she said.

He ran fingers through her hair, "Have you had a good day so far?"

"No," she answered honestly, "It was miserable."

He smiled, "And here I thought you liked misery."

She didn't answer. Knowing he was teasing. He leaned closer, and she gently ran her nails across his brow.

"They're growing back," the drukhari commented. "I'm glad those burns weren't permanent."

"I'm glad you didn't get any," He added, kissing her on the hand. "That Caravan with the traveling restaurant is here. The one with those large slaaneshi cultists? We should go there for dinner. When we get back, we need to clear the desk, and then we can get ready for bed."

"That sounds like torture."

"You like it," he grinned.

[titanomancy]

Back for blood.

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

They took Ahriman's big naturals AND Astoraths nipples? Can't have shit in the grim dark future.

There is a secret war being waged against the tits of men and I, for one, am disgusted