#sororitas

[kabewski]

Hatsune Miku x Warhammer 40k

This isn't regular imperial propaganda, this is ADVANCED propaganda.

I wanted to draw this ever since I saw those Project Voltage Pokemon Mikus, I was inspired to make my own crossover.

[sambarim]

RIP AND TEAR [Commissioned]

[crippledgiraff]

Oops! @kabewski got Hatsune Miku in your Adeptus Sororitas!

[thegodemperorsmycopilot]

[orniris]

My website: Orniris.com

[hansoape]

WIP sister superior in the upcoming sobxkrieg installment. Her name is Gwyn. She's 6"7 and carries a massive chainsword :D

[denofimagination-blog]

Battle Sister 2B!!!

Write to service@denofimagination.com to get a quote!

[idle-skull]

Battle nun

[darka-art]

Last commission of the bunch for the kind @ylkhana

It was such a dilight to work on a Sororitas. Their minis are one of my favorite. Plus, Nun with guns. Come on, thats badass.

⛔

© 2023warhammer 40000K belong to Game Workshop

Art is mine, do not trace/edit, use as NTF , reblog or clams as your own.

[blueberry-nee]

Warhammer

Sabrena Kane, fancharacter de warhammer Sororita, hermana de batalla. perteneciente a la orden de Our Martyred Lady

[vitaae]

finished The Bloodied Rose today and Augusta Santorus populates my mind battle sisters ...

[fromcommorragh]

Canoness of the Adepta Sororitas by Virlandil on twitter

[thegodemperorsmycopilot]

[orniris]

My website Orniris.com

[hansoape]

a snippet from my Sob x Krieg fic im writing :D

Do you have a name?” 

The Grenadier wasn’t expecting the question, a sudden sound in the silence. It distracted him from scanning the horizon, uniform being shuffled as he sought to give the sister an answer. 

Dog tags were pulled from his vest, clinking in the dying light. The Sister drew closer to expect them, lifting a gloved hand up to his. Her eyes were bright, and warm, like the small stove fires he sometimes saw in the trenches. There was a curious light in them, but that sort of emotion was outside his current understanding. 

She frowned, mouth tugging at the scars that laced her cheek. Something in the Grenadier’s throat tightened. He could only read it as displeasure, some sort of failure on his part. Something he must have done wrong. 

“...these are just numbers. Forgive me but I meant your actual name, not your serial designation.” 

The Grenadier could only look at her, tense, not understanding. She met his gaze, staring into the lightless depths of his mask. Around them, the wind began to pick up, howling through the drying bones of the city. Clouds of ashy crimson billowed across the sky, merging with the coming night. It was going to be cold. 

“Is this truly all you have?” The Sister seemed incredulous, disbelieving. It took her a moment, brows knit together in thought. He waited, ever in silence. 

“Well, this won’t do,” she finally decided, letting go of the tags. He tucked them away back under his uniform as efficiently as possible. The metal felt warm against his skin, something he never noticed before. It must have come from the Sister’s hand. He felt guilty, to steal warmth from such a holy woman. Such a thing didn’t deserve the grace of her touch. 

“You need a name.” 

I have a name, he finally managed to sign back. 

“A proper one,” she huffed, placing her hands on her hips. “I can’t just call you by a string of numbers. I’m fighting alongside a fellow human, not a machine.” 

He didn’t quite know how to respond to that, but he knew she was wrong. He was more machine than human, in a way. An organic tool, a piece of meat to throw at the enemy. Humanity was a privilege he would never earn, such was the fate of Krieg. He wouldn’t correct her, though. It wasn’t his place. 

A sound in the distance made them both pause, stirring them out of their conversation. It could have been falling rubble, it could have been something else. Both warmed their hands against their guns. 

“We’ll work on it, alright?” The Sister’s voice was soft despite the situation. “For now, we should seek shelter before we lose the last of our light.” 

He nodded. It was a wise choice.  They made to move, but the Sister paused one more time. “I’m Rya, by the way. Rya Domineri.”

Oh, how the Grenadier wished he could answer her.

[mouseline-cowgirl]

Mi character in BG3 is a naive and unarmed Cleric who sees the good in everyone, and her guardian is a Sororitas paladin ready to push back those who cross the line.