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Warhammer 40k: Tarasha Euten and Roboute Guilliman by DinahIsrael

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Roboute Guilliman and Corvus Corax.  “Corax: Soulforge” Gav Thorpe

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“Uhhh… Yvraine?..“

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Guilliman’s new (girl)friend

From the new Plague War book. A friend made the great point that she’s totally Zoe from Firefly lol.

House Sulymanyan’s planetary holdings were on a hot world bathed often in the effusions of its parent star. The ever-flexible human genome called upon the heritage of equatorial Terran Afrik from ages past to protect itself. Consequently Sulymanya’s skin was a velvety black, so dark it appeared blue in gentler lighting. Her thick hair, currently tamed into a complex braid at the side of her head, stood up around her head like a dark matter star when unbound.

‘Roboute,’ said Yassilli suddenly. He glanced sidelong at her use of his given name. The liberty had been taken only once before, and recently, and though he had not rebuked her for speaking this way it took him by surprise, she could tell.

‘What?’ she said, mischief lifting the corners of her mouth. ‘It is your name, isn’t it?’

‘You really have no fear of me, do you?’ he asked. ‘I find that amazing, as well as saddening. Everyone is frightened of me now.’

She flashed her brilliant smile at him. ‘I suppose I should be frightened of you, but no, I’m not. There’s plenty to be afraid of in this galaxy. Why be afraid of the one who is trying to save us?’

He loomed over her, his eyebrows drawn together, two disapproving thunderheads shadowing his eyes. ‘I am Roboute Guilliman, primarch, gene-engineered son of the Emperor of Mankind. I am the Avenging Son, the Victorious, the Blade of Unity, the Master of Ultramar. I am the Imperial Regent. Empires tremble before me. I was made one hundred centuries before your birth, millennia before your House rose to prominence. I have fought daemons and defied beings that call themselves gods. Species have died at my hand. Now, tell me again, do you not fear me?’

She stared up at him. Her smile was a little less cocky, but she was still wearing it, proud as a badge. ‘When you put it like that, maybe I do a little bit.’

‘More impudence,’ he said, though his tone was kind. He resumed his walking. ‘You may call me Roboute, if you wish. I miss such signs of common feeling.’

‘I thank you, Robu,’ she said.

‘Oh, now you overstep the limit,’ he said.

‘I am sorry, my lord.’

‘Somehow, I doubt your sincerity,’ he said, still smiling.

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The revenge they get on him is quite elaborate haha.

His recaf is drugged and he passes out in his barracks after drinking it. When he awakes he is strapped to a chair with all the women who he abused surrounding him with knives on hand.

They cut him up badly but since killing a Guardsman would be a serious crime they dump his bleeding body in front of his barracks with a special chemical injected into him. When the medics give him their usual drugs in order to revive him, that chemical reacts with the medicine to form a potent venom.

He goes into severe cardiac arrest and dies with no one in the regiment having a clue as to who killed him.

Guardsman abuses civilians

From ‘Viduity’

‘Now, get out of my sight,’ said Meryn.

Harjeon hated his captain’s contempt. He despised the contempt he felt for himself. He saluted Meryn and left the cabin, closing the hatch behind him.

Harjeon liked the hab decks. He liked the chaos. The Guard were important down here. All Guard. Any Guard. He liked women, too. Not hard women, not killers like Captain Criid and Commissar Fazekiel. Or even clever women like that Doctor Curth. He liked sad, soft, lonely women.

He could feel contempt for women like that, more contempt than he felt for himself.

His captain or his Commissar could silence him, and he could even humiliate him, but there was only one of him to bully. There were dozens of women for Harjeon to torment, dozens he had been extorting. He’d had his own lucrative little sideline.

@beans345 @pholcidae @ask-jaghatai-khan One of the mundane Grimdark scenes in 40k.

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Guardsman abuses civilians

From ‘Viduity’

‘Now, get out of my sight,’ said Meryn.

Harjeon hated his captain’s contempt. He despised the contempt he felt for himself. He saluted Meryn and left the cabin, closing the hatch behind him.

Harjeon liked the hab decks. He liked the chaos. The Guard were important down here. All Guard. Any Guard. He liked women, too. Not hard women, not killers like Captain Criid and Commissar Fazekiel. Or even clever women like that Doctor Curth. He liked sad, soft, lonely women.

He could feel contempt for women like that, more contempt than he felt for himself.

His captain or his Commissar could silence him, and he could even humiliate him, but there was only one of him to bully. There were dozens of women for Harjeon to torment, dozens he had been extorting. He’d had his own lucrative little sideline.

@beans345 @pholcidae @ask-jaghatai-khan One of the mundane Grimdark scenes in 40k.

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The crossover that no one asked for and no one wanted; starring Undyne from Undertale and Shadowsun of the Tau Empire in a new WH40k Buddy Cop film: UnderHammer 2k! Shas O'Shaserra is a grizzled veteran detective that keeps on the field, fighting off promotions and retirement until she finds Shas'O Shova aka Detective Farsight, her former partner that had turned Rogue.  Blinded by his sudden betrayal, she aims to either arrests him and bring him to justice, while burning with curiosity as to why he left in the first place, to what is the truth.  She is cool under pressure, hard to anger and has fantastic aim.  However, she is also cold to warm up to and her experience leads to a cool arrogance.  She is also very unforgiving of mistakes, from herself, or her newest partner, Undyne. Undyne, once military turned civilian, is a hotblooded and hotheaded young detective, who seems to be successful based on DETERMINATION and a bit of luck.  Yet despite her fiery personality and temper, is also disciplined and skilled.  She enjoys playing bad cop, very very much, sometimes a little too much and she displays a natural distrust, bordering racism with humans, something that Shasherra reigns in and is far more balanced than Undyne on that regard.  The young rookie detective  joined the force to find a notorious serial killer from her past, the one who killed a promising young enlisted soldier, Papyrus.   Not only does she wish for JUSTICE, but to keep a promise made to an old friend, Sans, who is still mourning the loss of his brother. Undynes’ case, and Shaserras’ obsession will bring them face to face to the criminal underground, from the OrkBoyz or even the various organized mafia gangs lead by the four warring but sometimes allied bosses (Don Khorneleo, the Sleasy Zeetch, Pimp Sla’ Nesh, or Papa Nurgle), as well as true evil that not even the Chaos bosses have faced before… The Demon that comes when its’ name is called…

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Shadowsun’s Dysfunctional Family Life

Shadowsun dipped a gloved hand into the water and raised it to her parched lips. The water was sweet and cold, and it bathed her throat like nectar. Greedily, she drew more and more, stirring up the surface with expanding ripples. After four handfuls, she took note of her reflection. Her forehead and chin looked distorted and her eyes seemed to swim.

I look like Oru’mi, she mused, and her chest heaved without her consent.

The youngest of her father Kiru’s daughters was beautiful. Everyone said so. She had hair as black as the void and a soft and round face dominated by expressive, watery, red eyes. Their father often said that of the three of them, it was Oru’mi who most resembled their mother. Ty’res, the middle child, remained neutral after hearing such a slight, and voiced no opinion on the matter. Shadowsun, the steel-tempered eldest, scoffed at such mawkishness. Oru’mi could be their father’s favourite all she wanted, it didn’t change the fact that she was always on the verge of tears.

In fact, the last time she had seen her, she had been crying. Their father had died only days previous, and the three of them were now charged with going through the family estate, selecting which of Kiru’s possessions were to be kept and which were to be sent to the military museums. Oru’mi had argued fervently with Shadow­sun over each and every item. She had wanted to keep them, no matter how miniscule.

‘You can’t get rid of that,’ she would whine. ‘That’s part of father’s legacy.’

‘No,’ Shadowsun replied coldly, ‘it’s just a thing. We’re his legacy. We don’t need cast-offs to remember him. Someday you’ll understand that.’

‘But… but…’ Oru’mi blathered. Seeing the eldest sister’s impassible face, she called for help. ‘Ty’res!’

Ty’res stayed true to her non-confrontational middle-child nature. ‘Work it out for yourselves!’ she yelled.

A week later, the house contained almost no evidence that their father had ever lived there at all. The three sisters stood outside the front gate, giving terse goodbyes to one another before heading off to their individual combat assignments. Oru’mi’s feelings got the better of her, and she broke down in tears. Ty’res put an arm around her. With a pleading look, she invited Shadowsun to do the same, but instead of joining them, Shadowsun had simply turned and walked away, thinking that her coldness made her strong.

Her chest lurched again. Shadowsun squeezed her eyes tightly shut. You didn’t get as far as you have by being weak. You will not break down, she told herself. They’re dead, but you are not. Now get to work.

From: ‘Shadowsun: Last of Kiru’s Line’

@sisterofsilence @pholcidae this is what I was talking about 

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Aqua fanart.. But this one goes to the drafts, its not quiet what I wanted

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Shadowsun insults the Emperor of Mankind

From: “Shadowsun: Last of Kiru’s Line”

Lording over this scene, perched high atop a heavy, square pedestal, was a colossal statue. It depicted a human wearing an unwieldy yet intricately decorated suit of armour; birds of prey had been incorporated into his massive shoulder plates, the left hand was sheathed in talons, and carved faces stared from out of his knee guards. The figure depicted was helmetless, his head bowed. His right hand covered the face. Metre-high words were carved into the base, explaining how he was weeping with joy instead of sorrow, and that his tears, having fallen into the lake, had somehow imbued the water with supernatural properties.

It was the most ungainly thing the tau had ever seen.

‘Sweet God-Emperor,’ the human prisoner Hollett began muttering under his breath. ‘Forgive Your servant his sins, and remember I am just a man.’

‘What?’ Kou’to’s helmet cocked to one side.

Hollett kept this rapt gaze on the gigantic statue. ‘The Litany of Forgiveness,’ he replied.

‘Who is that supposed to be?’ Sabu’ro asked.

‘That is my saviour, the Immortal Emperor of Mankind,’ Hollett said. ‘He stood there once. Actually stood there. His footprints are preserved beneath the memorial. He came down from the heavens, and surveyed the land, and He pronounced it good.’

The three tau were silent for a moment, so confused by the reverence in Hollett’s voice that they didn’t know quite how to respond. Finally, Shadowsun tossed her long hair and snorted.

‘Your saviour had no sense of style.’

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Guardsman sasses a White Scar Khan

‘Where in the warp’s darkest hole were you?’ the Khan growled at the assembly.

‘Huh. You Chogorians love a dramatic entrance, don’t you,’ drawled a tough-looking officer in the military vest and loose fatigues of a Catachan jungle fighter. 

‘You test me, Catachan,’ said the khan, his teeth gritted hard. ‘Your regiment failed to make an entrance at all.’

‘You go racing off after glory and medals, there isn’t much chance us mere mortals are going to keep up,’ chuckled the officer, swinging his boots up onto the table and leaning back in the throne. He took a greasy lho-stick from behind a cauliflower ear and struck a match on the triumphal mosaic at the table’s edge. The stench of Catachan tobaccine filled the air.

Fuming at the human’s tone, the khan strode around the long table towards the officer.

The Catachan officer leered over at them both, tobacco-stained teeth yellow in the gloom. ‘You better find some patience, Space Marine,’ said the jungle fighter, pointing a metallic finger at the khan. ‘You can’t win this one by speed and brute force. They’re tau, the Damocles lot. Sure, they aren’t as fast as the eldar, but they are likely faster than you. Even on those lumpy battering rams you call bikes.’

The khan’s nostrils flared wide, his breastplate rising and falling as a hot coal of anger burnt in his chest. Tybalt met his gaze out of the corner of his eye, and gave Kor’sarro an almost imperceptible shake of his head.

‘They’re beyond caring about ground taken, and there’s no way they’re dumb enough to try a frontal assault,’ continued Straken. ‘They aren’t idiot orks, or maniac zealots neither. They only care about the long game, this lot, and they’ll pull any trick they can to win it. Even then, they’ll happily die like fish if they think it’ll do their mates back home a favour.’

The khan turned the full force of his glare upon the Catachan, his hand on the hilt of his sword. ‘You will address me with the proper respect, colonel,’ he said, his voice as cold as steel in the dark, ‘or you will not speak at all. I promise you that.’

The Catachan took a long drag on his lho-stick before stubbing it out on the priceless Pluvian marble of the vault’s table.

‘Yeah, yeah. Like I said, you aren’t even waging the same war as this lot. They’ll run rings around you if you keep fighting them on their terms, nipping at the bait like a starving rippyfish. I know a good ambush tactic when I see one.’

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From ‘Damocles: Blood Oath’

That’s Colonel ‘Iron Hand Straken’ for you lol.

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More Ghost bc ;)