#Imperial Palace

[livesunique]

Wurtemberg Palace, Kaerntner Ring 16, Vienna, Austria

[iwillfightformydream]

The Emperor can never get rid of the La(Ra) clan from his life 

Lishu: I wish to be adopted by the La clan.

In the Emperor ‘s mind: I suppose that makes sense, despite how insane the La clan are, they treat each other well. . . .What’s the worst that can happen.

*** Basen starting to court Lishu***

The Emperor: well, at least none of my family are trying to court someone in the La clan.

Jinshi coming up to him with Maomao: He-

The Emperor: Fuck

[vintagelasvegas]

Las Vegas Strip, April 20, 1987

Bally's, under the people mover at Caesars Palace, the World of Caesar entrance, Flamingo, Imperial Palace, Holiday Casino, and the Sands.

Photos by André Corboz, Swiss professor and art historian. André Corboz Collection, Mendrisio Academy of Architecture, Italian University of Switzerland. 

[titanomancy]

The complex organization of the Adeptus Ministratum, or Administratum, is responsible for the administration of the whole of the Imperium; it manages over a million inhabited worlds. Planetary government buildings, records offices, taxation centers, and many more are controlled by the Administratum; they are usually distinguished by the sign of the Imperial eagle over the main door. Many bloody assaults and valiant defenses have taken place in and around urban and planetary government buildings; they are natural command posts, and the fall of the Administratum normally indicates the fall of the city. This building is often the attacker’s primary target.

[chitaka45]

京都　葵祭(京都御所・下鴨神社・上賀茂神社)

kyoto aoi-matsuri 16.5.2023

[ether-blooms]

[tagedeszorns]

It's the Imperial Palace-Halloween-Party and Alpharius/Omegon have just arrived!

Nobody knows what their costumes are referencing (the ancient terran texts they are based on are very obscure), but that's exactly how they like it: Being their own meme suits them very well.

Fulgrim is pissed, because he wanted to do a cool couple's costume with Ferrus, but being the piece of slag the Lord of the tenth is, he went with a boring "Error 404 costume not found"-shirt. So Fulgrim latched onto Perturabo, who, of course, dressed up as daVinci. So now there's daVinci and the phoenician-Mona Lisa.

Russ read an ancient terran text, too, but mixed it up. He is dressed up as "Riding Hood the Killer of the forest" accompanied by his Lumberjack- and Granny-wolf. Both wolves ate their costumes within minutes. Bjorn flatly refused to dress up as sidekick "kid" and therefore had to stay outside.

Since Lorgar already looks like the Emperor, he dressed up as their father and now is patronizing everybody just like the original. He forced Kor Phaeron to wear a Malcador-costume, too. No one would have thought it, but they are actually hilarious and very amusing in their roles. Amusing enough that the real Malcador can only with difficulty stop the real Emperor from angrily throwing papier-mâché pumpkins at his seventeenth son.

Vulkan loves his Godzilla-costume, because this pre-unification terran god (it had to be a god, since there were so many little statues!) is so damn cute! And kind of a dragon!

Then he spots Mortarion as Mothra and tackles him in a hug, since they both chose that ancient myth, oh glory day!

Magnus decided on a stage magician-costume, but every time he asks one of his brothers to "think of a number, I'll tell you which one you thought of!" or "pick a card and put it back into the pile!", they just go "Bro, you're a Psyker, that's nothing special!".

Curze is sulking beneath the buffet-table, because all the comments he gets on his very authentic "toatally normal imperial writing clerk"-costume are "Serial killer! They look just like everybody else, don't they!".

There he's joined by Stormseer Targutai, who brought a big plate of everything down under the table with him. Jaghatai wanted to dress up as one of the most famous race horses in terran history, Nijinsky, and so he needed two more legs. Since Targutai is way too good-natured to refuse, he humoured his Khan - at least for about ten minutes. Then he wandered off, spotting the buffet table. Now the back-half of a horse is happily munching on fingerfood, sharing it with a sweater-vest-clad Night Haunter.

About an hour into the party, the two are getting more company, as Corvus appears under the table as well. He shares Curze's fate, since everybody is mistaking his thoughtfully build (yet horribly sewn) Rosa Luxemburg-costume for Mary Poppins. How can it be nobody is recognizing one of the most courageous revolutionaries terra ever produced? It can't be because Raven Guard suck at anything artsy-crafty. No.

The only one of the brothers wo bothered himself with reading about classic terran Halloween-customs is, of course, Guilliman. But unfortunately for him, the texts are very old and very fragmented, so all he could take away was "scary things, but make it slutty". His zombie-make-up and fishnet-stockings are still getting him quite a few admiring (it has to be meant admiring!) comments, though.

It's a little bit frustrating for Dorn, that he really did his best with a "very dangerous inwittian predatory cat-like monster"-costume, but all of his brothers just want to cuddle the incredibly adorable furry-thing that's sweating like hell next to any open window he can find.

Sanguinius has plastered himself with about a hundred goggly eyes of all sizes, because he wanted to look like an angel. Surprisingly it isn't working. But Magnus is squinting at him, muttering "You look like someone I know, but I can't remember for the life of me ...."

Horus employed three of the mournival for a clever group-costume (he thinks it's clever). They are impersonating one of the most famous para-military strike-teams of ancient Terra. Now the Warmaster is sporting a big grin and a cigar, while Abaddon is visibly seething, because he wanted to be "the pretty one", but instead has to wear about a ton of gold chains, while Aximand is constantly telling him, having to wear a blonde wig is not that funny, either. Loken and Tarik played rock-paper-scissors for the remaining spot, Gavriel lost (on purpose) and now Torgaddon is very happy with a baseball hat and the license to behave crazy (within limits).

Angron is running around naked, bodypainted very green, yelling at everybody "I'M SHREK, GOD OF ORK!!!! WAAAAHHHG!!". The palace serving staff is now hiding from him. He counts this as a win. He makes no effort to explain why he is naked.

The Lion is pondering joining team "under the table", since Vulkan has spotted his very authentic Saint George-costume and continues to pounce at him, happily exclaiming "I'm a dragon, fight me!".

Now I have written an incredibly long text, although I only had the idea of drawing Alpharius and Omegon as Spy vs Spy. But that was fun! The Imperial Halloween Party is sure to be a great success.

Also, it seems Horus' costume isn't that obvious. Well ... 😊

[redsamphoto]

Imperial Palace, Tokyo, Japan, wood and stone print on Etsy.

[wh40kgallery]

Beneath the Imperial Palace

Artist Unknown

[livesunique]

Alexander Palace, Tsarskoye Selo, Russia, 1917,

A rare and unique set of Autochrome color photograph plates, taken by Alexander Zehest in 1917 of the interiors of the Alexander Palace, including both the Parade rooms and the personal rooms of the Imperial Family.

The Autochrome process was a rare and difficult one, invented by the Lumiere Brothers of France in 1903 and marketed in Europe and the US starting in 1907. The autochromes, 140 in total, were made in 1917 by the military photographer Andrei Zeest, who was invited by the art historian George Loukomski, Head of Tsarskoye Selo Inventory Commission. The Alexander Palace interiors were photographed in August-September, soon after the Tsar’s family left for exile.

[travelella]

Imperial Palace, Chiyoda, Chiyoda City, Tokyo, Japan

Svetlana Gumerova

[imperialpalacearchives]

“I rounded the corner at speed, and saw my quarry. He was still running, going faster than his gunmetal-heavy armour would have suggested was possible. He might have been making for one of the pulpits higher up, hoping to find some vantage from which to launch a defence, but my pursuit had been too swift.

I opened up Gnosis' bolter, catching my enemy on the shoulder and sending him crashing to the ground. Above us both, banners swayed heavily, caught by the backwash from the explosion.

I raced after him, watching him twist back to his feet. He was a massive brute, crusted with ridged and tarnished battleplate. His helm-lenses glowed a dull red, like magma, and he carried a two-handed war-hammer. The stench of engine fuel hung over him. He might have even approached my own size, my weight, my strength - such were the perversions the warp had wrought on those who had once served the Throne.

We slammed together, and the impact rippled the stone around us. Our weapons crunched into a brace-lock, showering plasma over both of us. I swung away, hilt-first, and smashed him back a pace. He shoved back, aiming to ram the fizzing hammerhead into my chest.

He nearly connected. I judged his weapon was within a few microseconds of an impact that would have cracked my auramite breastplate. That interval, however, was comfortably sufficient to spin my blade over in my grip, ram the spear tip into the Traitor's gorget and fire at point-blank range.

The bolt-shell exploded instantly, blasting his head apart in a shower of blown metal-shreds. His war-hammer spun out of control, his limbs jerked apart and the momentum of my down-thrust sent his head-less corpse crashing to the ground.

I stood over him for a moment longer, breathing heavily, my spear gripped loosely. Blood, viscous as sump-oil, oozed from the rotten stump of his neck. His metal fingers twitched. The aegis of force around his warhammer flickered out. Slowly, carefully, I relaxed. The kill had been clean, with no damage taken.

I was not satisfied with how far this one had penetrated, though. On another run, I would have hoped to have downed him further out. I felt no particular emotion as I studied the body. I understood that my cousins in the Adeptus Astartes reserved an almost pathological hatred for their Traitor counterparts. I wondered if that made them more or less effective on the field of battle.

To me, the surviving members of the Old Legions were like bands of animals - feral threats to the Throne that required culling. I felt no discernible difference in my response to them than that I had experienced when hunting xenotype tyranids and eldar in these same tunnels - they were all dangerous, all worthy of study, but unworthy of expending emotional energy upon…”

— A Custodes faces a Heretic Astartes in the Blood Games. Excerpt from “Watchers of the Throne: The Emperor’s Legion” by Chris Wraight.

[titanomancy]

After our initial success with printing pre-arranged components, it occurred to me that I could significantly speed up assembly of plastic Civitas structures by giving them prefabricated printed foundations. Regrettably, I neglected to take into account the glue clearance between the walls and floors during printing and wound up with detached floor tiles when the supports came off, but that wound up being an advantage when the time came to assemble this intact senatorium.

The dome roof really ties it all together for me, and with only light butchery to the printed part once I realized that it wasn't going to fit on the narrowing spire base. It definitely benefits from that extra bit of height, though, and if I had it to do over again I'd probably modify the geometry in advance to accommodate it.

[secretaryoftheinvisible]

Tokyo Imperial Palace

[monoatelier]

2023年 11月 22日  Tokyo Imperial Palace Fujifilm X-T20 + 35mm