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#Oleander Koh
tagedeszorns · 3 months
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I love Marine Meat Monday, and I was wondering if you had any that feature Oleander Koh?
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I featured him some time ago.
I mean, I can't leave Fabius' most pretty pupil out of Marine Meat Monday, can I?
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the-consortium · 4 months
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Fabius finds a wrapped DVD set of the House: MD complete series.
The attached note (addressed to him) says - Happy Sanguinalia / Slaaneshmas. You don’t seem the type to celebrate, but I thought you would find this ancient Terran media of a cantankerous doctor amusing.
~The Sorcerer
@aldus-trazyrae
OOC: The fun thing is, I never watched House before. I tried one episode years ago and fell asleep. But I got told so many times, that he's so much like Fabius, that I now finally started watching it - and this time around I'm loving it. So you are now getting a quasi live-report of both me and Fabius starting to get addicted to House M.D.!
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"What makes him think I'm the least bit interested in something like that?"
The Chief Apothecary sounds superficially annoyed, but it is a pause lasting barely a tenth of a second that makes it clear that he wants to be convinced.
Oleander arranges bowls of salted nuts, two glasses and a bottle of Amasec on a side table. He slides a couple of obliviously floating music servo sculls into strategic positions to create perfect sound throughout the room - something that is even more important to him than Fabius. Then he gives a nod to the Vatborn, who replace the vidscreen arrays with a giant monitor and also move it into an optimal position in front of the two deep armchairs in the centre of the private library.
Then he straightens up and taps on one of the armchairs. "Even if you're not interested, Master, it will at least be amusing. So far, this particular son of Magnus has had some bizarre and eccentric ideas." - "And I like bizarre and eccentric?" - "The choice of your pupils suggests that." - "Was that self-irony, Oleander? Chapeau!"
Fabius finally steps up to the armchair. He sighs theatrically and rolls his shoulders to get the Chirurgeon to arrange itself so that he can sit down and lean back reasonably comfortably. Which he then does. Suspiciously, he grabs a Brazil nut and turns it in his fingers. Puts it in his mouth.
Oleander settles down next to him with a sigh of relief, crosses his legs and pours Amasec into the two glasses. Then he waves in the direction of the media skull with Aldus' data and leans back. "Let's just approach this depiction of ancient medicine with an open mind, huh?"
Fabius merely growls.
The 2D video, which has been copied and preserved thousands of times, quivers on the large screen. It flickers and twitches until it finally finds a certain stability after a few seconds. The sound also takes a while to synchronise.
Oleander leans forward. He is quickly caught up in the archaic storyline, which seems so familiar in its characters that he has to bite his tongue to stop himself from laughing.
Next to him, Fabius grumbles: "It's completely obvious, why are they boring the audience with something like this?"
A short time later: "He should kill her." - "Who?" - "Well, his boss! What an abstruse set-up of characters."
A little later again: "And of course medically really ridiculous …"
A bit more time passes. Fabius has emptied a bowl of nuts and two glasses of Amasec. He has scooted forwards in his chair, his elbows on his knees and the chirurgeon is arched over his shoulders like a steel halo.
Oleander grins and says: "For being ridiculous-" - "Shh, shh! Tapeworm! Of course it is! What I wouldn't give to see a parasite like that in its original form! It's a good thing he has reasonably useful assistants. Criminals, well." - "That certainly applies to you from a certain perspective!"
Fabius briefly tears his gaze away from the action: "Are you suggesting that I'm similar to a historical, fictional doctor?" - "I would never dare do that!" - "Good, pass me a few more nuts. The second episode is starting."
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ladymirdan · 1 year
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Why does this dumb fuck come with an already attached helmet?
Removing it is gonna suck 😡
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mournholdthief · 4 years
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dissapointment...
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You have BBE. Big Bard Energy.
I mean, of course! I have a whole legion of bastards, just ask Oleander! -He snickered playfully.-
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matchmaeker · 4 years
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"Who tinkered with the Gellar Fields this time, Neverborn?"
“Don’t ask us~ We merely found an open door and wandered through.”
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immanueldid · 6 years
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'What is this Street of Dreams you mentioned?' Saqqara said, as they forged a path through the crowded streets. 'It sounds decadent.' 'It can be,' Oleander said. 'Depends on the dream. The merchants there trade in them. Nightmares as well. And buy them, if you're of a mind to sell. I know a warrior of the Third who bartered away his recollections of Fulgrim's apotheosis for the dream of a hrud migration. Another sold his last dream of the Corpse-Emperor for the price of a nightmare involving the flesh-works of the Dark City.' Saqqara snorted. 'A bad bargain.' 'Actually, I thought I got the better end of the deal on that one. I intend to visit Commorragh one day. A man could learn and experience much there, if he's of a suitably strong stomach.' Oleander laughed at the look on Saqqara's face.
Fabius Bile: Primogenitor by Josh Reynolds
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Oleander Koh vs an OC
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lords-of-dawn · 4 years
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Oleander walks into the Apothecarion on time and with the proper equipment. Something is afoot.
Korian was running through his routine with a fresh cup of recaf when Oleander entered.  Properly equipped and not a sequin in sight. Immediately suspicion raised itself in Korivan’s mind. 
“Good Morning Oleander, you are early today.” 
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fuukonomiko · 4 years
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💞
SEE WHAT MY MUSE WANTS TO DO WITH YOURS
“Is that an invitation for corruption, Oleander?” Fuuko raised a brow as she entertained the Astartes.“The better question is....are you enticing me to join your cause, or are you hinting at allying with me?” She smiles at him and winks. “I can think of a dozen ways an apothecary of the Emperor’s Children can make themselves appealing to a Goddess of Lust and Mischief.”“You can always start with wining and dining in a more comely environment.”
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melody-chii · 7 years
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Angry old man yells at unpaid intern.
@sisterofsilence this only exists because of you ❤
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tagedeszorns · 1 month
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How’s the Chirurgeon and its brood doing? I notice nobody ever asks about them.
Anyone who has arrived on this side of the Eye of Terror has a history of fratricide. No one, no, not a single one here whose hands are not red with the blood of those who trusted him. Before Isstvan. Before the other Isstvan. Before Nikaea. No matter.
The difference is that some have put this time of betrayed brotherhood behind them - or are constantly trying to do so with stubborn energy - while others have embraced the fact that betrayal will always give birth to more betrayal and made it a principle.
The one as illusory as the other. No one changes the past. Everyone here carries with them what they have done.
How you deal with it … well, that's individual, of course.
Oleander has realised that it is not enough for him to distance himself with caustic sarcasm and work with energetic mania towards a golden future that will certainly never come true. On the contrary. As much as Fabius' strange idealism in this regard fascinates him, he needs the dark thrill that the hunt for his own blood gives him.
Of course, these are all just petty exercises. It's about feeling something. Which, after all these centuries and with Slaanesh's fingers burning in the black remnants of his soul, isn't easy.
And what would be more arousing than killing the one who is his teacher? His role model. His cold mentor.
No. That would be incredibly reckless.
Nevertheless. He is hungry for it.
He can't give in to it.
At least not directly.
But he can play pretend. With something almost as good as the Chief Apothecary himself. That which has spent centuries becoming one with the Pater Mutatis. Which harbours his cunning and his cruelty. And which, like its creator, knows absolutely no scruples.
Oleander grins, shows his pointed teeth and feels alive. In the midst of the deepest darkness beneath Urum, where the ghostly remains of the long-dead Aeldari scream and whisper in the corners of his vision. Amidst the ruins with their creatures without names, who have made their home in decay. Mutants, refuse, remnants.
And the hunters.
The silver hunters. Nothing but limbs and cold. Splinters of one of the most complex brains in the galaxy, brought to life by … yes, what?
The Emperor's Children Apothecary is waiting. Lurks. Not far from here is one of the chambers where the strange non-living creatures have made their home. From where they make their raids and which they guard well.
Striking there is like attacking Fabius himself. Although the Chief Apothecary almost certainly doesn't even know about this place and is only peripherally interested in it.
But for Oleander, that's what he needs.
A soft metallic clatter in the darkness. A handspan-sized version of the chirurgeon shimmies along the ceiling, disappearing into a crack between the stones. Further ahead, a larger, much more complex version of the non-living creature claws at what may once have been a cybernetic arm. Prey? Nesting material? Oleander is interested.
But he's actually on the hunt. He has his swords drawn. Waiting.
Another metallic noise behind him. He grins. They were hunting him, just like he was hunting them. Oh yes, they're clever. Why wouldn't they be? Their creator has given them so much.
"Hello, my little ones!"
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the-consortium · 3 months
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To Duco:
Have you trianed the geese to attack Olendar yet? Also how the hell is His security so bad that he can't even protect his special pipe.
His pipe isn't his main concern. He sees his job more like ...
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luwupercal · 3 years
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under the dictionary definition of boyboss u find a pic of oleander koh
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oleander-koh · 4 years
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"Who the FUCK are you!?" The ginger hired woman spat. She now had a reputation with this warband for being the definition of pissy, Not even the seditives phased her at all. (@ask-the-ursa-mother)
He examined her for a moment in silence, a habit he'd developed while in the company of Chief Apothecary Bile, before lighting a pipe.
"Yours truly answers to the name of Oleander Koh,"
@ask-the-ursa-mother
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the-obsidian-mystic · 4 years
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Here's a (new) masterlist of my active/semi-active pages:
@apothecary-khyron (Night Lord Apothecary)
@the-obsidian-mystic (Black Legion Cabal)
@of-mandrakes-and-shaderavens (Mandrake, duh.)
@those--of--the--unlight (Kabal of the Wraithkind)
@revel-in-red (Angels Vermilion Sanguinary Priest)
@liber-mortis (Mortifactor Libertarian)
@the-black-cull (Deathsworn and Wolf Priest)
@mortars-and-martyrs (Maccabian Janissary)
@imperial-battle-cattle (Imperial Beastman)
@from-the-heavens-they-fell (Fallen Dark Angel)
@wanderer-of--the-void (Altansari Ranger)
@oleander-koh (Emperor's Children Apothecary, Canon Character)
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