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artist/writer. 40k. Please request 40k-related art or writing, I'm trying to improve both! (29F. Minors DNI plz 馃)
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Konrad Curze in Ruinstorm
A sketch because I was thinking about Konrad aboard the Invincible Reason ... I like to think that he's enjoying his conversation with The Lion a little too much, though
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New meme for all of you聽 ~
especially for you @n0cxturne and @askkonradcurze
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Hope in the dark.
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(Inspired by the author's comics: 4amshower)
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stretch of dark-hair primabird/bat
one birb here
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Nan // Natalia Kikicheva
https://twitter.com/nan_just_nan
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A little fucked up and evil
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i have right to believe Konrad is the sleep paralysis demon of every primarch
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i love 40k tumblr its like we're all breathing the same carbon monoxide <3
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Inktober Day 26: Konrad Curze
Inspired by the scene depicted in the youtuber's "The Amber King" video.
https://youtu.be/XmkUjlTJZas?t=6561
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Planning a Party for the Two Worst People (pt 2)
After the call, the rush began....You scurried to Terra almost as fast as your cruiser and your poor navigator could take you. Thankfully, with a promise of meeting, not one, but TWO primarchs allowed the process to be moved without fit. You made sure to not to reveal which primarchs that they were meeting, but what was the harm in not saying anything...
On the way to the Terran airspace, you immured yourself in information from both the primarchs planets, languages and cultures. You even considered hypnotherapy in order to try and learn the languages of Nostramoan and Barbursian, but decided not to. You needed precious mind space in order to learn. Still, one of the most crucial things that slipped your mind was a theme to this event.
It couldn't be too simple, for although the older Terran phrase often praised simplicity.. it would not work for your situation. It couldn't be too complex, under risk of explaining it. You paced around in your private quarters in the warp, you heard faint whispers in your mind... you swore that they were the thoughts.. but no. You turned to walk over and sit down at of an ancient desk.. made of a wood of a long extinct tree... ma-nog dny? The wood, as you grazed your fingers across it... comforted you. Still...as you sat down in a well worn armchair, and called out for a servitor skull, a thought came out... maybe it could be a theme of death. After all, this party would be your legacy... you gave a smile... after all... given the reputation of these primarchs... your execution was primed and ready. And if they were merciful, they would at least be quick, well Mortarion anyway.
As the servitor skull hovered into the room, you sighed and called out to it. "Oh what am I going to do? How am I going to plan this... I need to get out my last will and testament..." It honestly dawned on you... your family... what would happen when you were gone? Would they be protected or would your world burn? As you were thinking about the woe, and soon preparing invitations for the Terran nobility that could only arrive to such an event on such short notice; and the thought of have off-worlders attending such an event would be sacrilege. You cursed silently.. it was just not enough time... Your day just couldn't get worse couldn't it?
You got up and decided to go to the holograph pad, though you were in real-space, you were weighing between burning out the choir into sending your messages. You heard voices one out of your pad, "On the orders of Lord Konrad Curze... you will be meeting with him within one hour. " You paused and turned raising an eyebrow, shaking away the obvious question of how and why they were able to gain this frequency. But, something else was even more chilling, they were close. In response, you gave a wild almost fake smile, "Of course I will be attending this... and make this grand appearance."
You felt your heart pounding, but given the way that these primarchs acted.. you would have to be on your best behavior. Immediately you reapplied your makeup and smoothed out your formal uniform. Thankfully, you had not changed from that into a more causal uniform. Sitting down near the large holopad, you felt the fears compound as you started to wait.... on and on... you felt the time slipping away. In fact, your eyelids were getting heavy, maybe he wouldn't come? You felt your lips started to curl up within a dopey happy smile until a chime went out.
Your heart took a pause, as you realized that you were almost caught slacking. Immediately, you hoped out of the chair and dropped the bow. The holopad's head, although was the size of the normal head... it felt you with dread... the holopicts and rumors that were spread around were true and even more. You rose up from the bow and analyzed his face.... although the area had limited range in colors... it struggled to portrayed his pale leathery skin. It was wrinkled, and framed a mouth lined with filed sharp teeth. Of course... you resisted the urge to look into his eyes, yet your cursed curiosity had gotten the best of you. It was like staring into the void... his eyes... were black, almost onyx like. Your heart started to race faster and faster, as trying to avoid any critical social faux pax.
In turn, you could feel his eyes slowly eying you up and down. With the last bit of your will, you lifted up your eye, trying to look at him, but not to have eye contract. A fleeting thought that you almost felt disgusted for even thinking it, "He is actually pretty attractive". He opened his mouth and spoke... his voice... it was raspy with a soft cough after certain words, yet it was smooth. His tone was barely hiding the disdain and boredom. "You are the party planner?"
"Yes sir" Carefully you nodded. However, what had happened set made you heart sink into your stomach. He started to laugh...It was rich and raspy, yet full of mirth. Your stomach turned... honestly, his laugh was almost worse than his voice.
"So you are the mortal who this got pushed upon? I expected that." He narrowed his eyes. "This "event"- He spat out those words like he had bitten into a rotten piece of meat- "will take place in three months correct?"
You nodded. "Of course M'Lord." Konrad gave a nod. "This event of course.. is unfortunately important to the nobles"-he rolled his eyes dismissively but his face contorted into a manic grin-"I have made a bet with the one whom pushed this task on you, if you fail to please both me and my brother... you will be entered underneath my jurisdiction." You immediately started to sweat, the forever was not implied... but also, you were pissed. How dare he, you almost wanted to object but realized that it was no use...he was above you in both military rank and social standing.
The holographic Konrad almost as if he was sensing your anger and fear changed his grin into a smirk. "So I will see you around in a couple of weeks, I order you to give me all of the plans and ideas." You gave a bow, at the very least you were at the planet were the party would be hosted and could at the very least tailor the theme to the building. "Thank you M'Lord, I will wait with the utmost anticipation" you bit off that word trying to not to hide the despair in your voice. "For our next meeting." Konrad gave a nod, and immediately disappeared...breathing a sigh of relief, at last it was finally over.
You took a while trying to compose yourself, but the feelings of horror washed over you. No matter what, death was certain... damned if you did... damned if you didn't..Death seemed to be on your mind. Yet through this internal thinking and existential crisis, inspiration struck you.
You had an idea for the theme of the party.
The perfect theme. A final hurrah.
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some fresh & hawt Konrad Curze art that i drew this evening 馃
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making ocs is great. imagine a guy. now what if her life sucked and was bad.
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Please turn off the flash on your camera his eyes are sensitive
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