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ArtStation - Gaunt's Ghosts
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-Binharic transmission from Delisia van der Laulk, Cybernetica Datasmith of Forge world Hethgamon to Kastelan Maniple Gamma Dash 2 during the battle of Aspira fields.
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With an AdMech colour scheme established I decided to knock off the other one I had on my backlog.
But this time I decided to add some splash of white for the armor, so it didn't go overboard with the metal.
Decided to swap out the head as I don't like any of the original Datasmith heads. A bit of a tight fit but I don't think a domed helmet would've worked as well in this case.
This one was originally meant to be a sidekick for the Magos I painted years ago, but decided otherwise as the scheme I went for back then wasn't all that great.
Almost want to repaint the Magos, but it's been varnished and probably too much of a hassle to do.
Also, the first three wafers are colour coded after the Doom keys.
Just because.
#Warhammer#warhammer 40k#warhammer 40000#WH40K#painting warhammer#miniature#warmongers#warhammer#40k#adeptus mechanicus#AdMech#Skitarii Ranger#Sabbat Worlds#Sabbat Crusade#tech priest#Legio Cybernetica#wh40k#Translate that binary if you dare
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This is going to hurt a lot….AGAIN! ☹️☹️☹️
#Gaunt’s Ghosts#gaunts ghost#anarch#black library#warhammer 40000#warhammer 40k#games workshop#dan abnett#rip my heart out#cries loudly#Sabbat crusade#Ibram gaunt
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Saint Sabbat
Artist Unknown
#imperium#cult imperialis#living saint#imperial guard#tanith#animal#bird#bionics#unknown artist#40k#sabbat worlds crusade
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Where in hell did Chorda dig up a Stegatank. I’m not bidding, I just want to see what the Ad Mech factions are going to bed for it and whether it will end up in a shooting war.
#rogue trader#there's a lot of obscure imperial vechicles#not including those lost due to the sabbat world crusade
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Lasombra elder writes a letter to his newly embraced childe before joining the gehenna crusade on sabbat side
#vtm#Lasombra#Toreador#vampire the masquerade#vampire oc#World Of Darkness#historic fantasy#vtm sabbat
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Sabbat Crusade
by Raymond Swanland
#imperium#chaos#battle#cultists#khorne#imperial guard#tanith#commissar#ibram gaunt#warhammer#warhammer 40k#warhammer 40000#40k#raymond swanland#illustration
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The Danegeld Axe
Part Four: Assets
First Installment: Here.
Last Installment: Here.
Current Installment: You are here!
Next Installment: Here.
Author's note: Inspired by the 1950s short story "The Man Who Came Early" by Poul Anderson. This installment of the Viking-time-travel au sees government employees being stupid, Matthew Williams being less stupid and Arthur Kirkland finally snapping.
21st Century
Washington DC
Diplomatic Security Service
"Does the name Kirkland mean anything to you?"
"Costco brand home goods?" He grinned and slid a cup of shitty coffee to his executive branch counterpart. “Yeah, some aquaintance of my primary asset.”
“He’s your asset’s father, as far as anyone can tell.”
“Is that how they’re related? Huh. Good to know. The name has come up here and there.”
“Didn’t they tell you?”
“They don’t tell me shit. Everyone knows this is a cushy post. Keep the genius on board and try to keep his tinkering budget below world-ending for a couple of years. Do that, get one of the prestige posts overseas. Boom, career made. Jones hasn’t done anything but cooperate since I got here. What else did I need to know?”
“Yeah, well, he’s a well-connected genius. The father is old world money. And I mean old. The kind of money that's been bulking up interest since the crusades.”
"Jesus. Why do you ask?"
"He got wind you were looking for his other kid before he went missing."
“Matthew Williams was old European money? You’re not serious. He did grass with homeless guys in Stanley Park and drove a 78 Chevy. Everyone knows Alfred has got the brains and business sense.”
"As best anyone can tell, Alfred was probably conceived in Kirkland's navy days.”
Corcoran snorted. “Half of Boston is a Fleet Week baby.”
“Not an English fleet week, baby. No one knows. Williams was probably from Halifax or Arctic Command, maybe. No one knows their mother, if she's even the same one. They don’t live like old money, but the Kirklands spend way too much time around Downing Street to be nobodies, though.“
"There are more than one?”
“Three brothers at least. Unconfirmed but suspected sister somewhere in the mix.”
"So?"
"So tread carefully is all I'm saying. You’ve just lost his other kid on the ISS. And he’s bound to find out eventually.”
“I did what?”
British Embassy
Washington D.C.
“What did you find?” Arthur sprang to his feet as soon as Matthew passed through the door. He hadn’t even gotten the fucking key out of the door before his father sprung on him.
“Nothing. Not a fucking thing. His place is in its usual state when he’s up there.” Complete chaos. Matt pressed his fingers into his temple, and the executive office and the state department were completely normal. Everything is normal. Nothing looks wrong. No one said anything. Nothing on the computers, nothing in the records.”
"Is your access still that high?”
“Of course not,” Matt snorted. “As far as the US government knows, I’ve been dead for about a year. I just use Alfred’s third set of back-ups.”
“How on earth—”
“Last time I took a northwoods sabbatical.”
“You mean the last time you had a mental breakdown and spent three months in the woods eating possum liver?"
“I prefer racoons thank you, and…” Matthew rubbed the back of his neck, preparing for the backlash. “Well, that was the second to last time.”
“What?” His father’s face was instantly furious and even more worrying, his father was concerned. “Matthew!”
He wasn’t having it. Not today. “I’m fine. I’m not the one missing from this mortal fucking plane. Point is, as far as the US government is concerned, I don’t exist.”
His father’s brain was working, his worry between Matthew standing before him and his firstborn clearly in conflict. Not on his face, never on his face, but Matthew knew what the slight flex of one hand meant. Alfred won. He always won. “And there’s no chance of them noticing? All that you’ve been doing?”
“What do you think?” Matthew snapped as he collapsed in a chair, and as fast as his temper had flared, it was gone. He pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled, feeling sick where there’d been a fire a moment ago. “Sorry.”
Arthur approached gently. “You didn’t sense anything?”
“Nothing.” He pressed his palms into his eyes. “Not a fucking thing. I woke up two nights ago feeling like this and it hasn’t changed.” The sick, cold feeling was back. It was like missing organs, or his skin, or half of himself. Maybe more than half of himself.
“You should sleep. You haven’t since I arrived.”
“I can’t sleep! I need answers.”
“We can’t get answers if you collapse on me. And we will get answers.” Matt hadn’t cried so far, but Arthur pushed his hair off his face and tapped him under the jaw in that affectionate ‘chin up, lad’ sort of way, and he couldn’t stop himself. His eyes itched, but he would not cry. Instead, he buried his face in his father’s shoulder, pressing his forehead hard enough to hurt. It was pathetic. He was grown. But he couldn't bring himself to care. Alfred was lost, and his entire body felt so wrong, with only his frosted fields and forests and none of the blast of noise and life that was his brother.
“You know what? Fuck this. I brought your good knife. Let's get answers.”
#the ask box || probis pateo#my writing || cacoethes scribendi#arthur || stone set in the silver sea#matthew || my country is winter#the dangeld axe to grind: the viking age time travel au
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Artist: Lorenzo Mastroianni
(Many thanks to @gracia-regina for the artist's name! Go give 'em a follow!)
#warhammer 40k#warhammer 40000#grimdark#adeptus astartes#astartes#space marines#iron snakes#sabbat worlds#sabbat crusade#chaos#blood pact#sons of sek#cultist army#cultists
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Xi 4-Phaym, Skitarii Ranger Alpha of 2nd Maniple, 1st Cohort, Macroclade Secundus of Hethgamon*, seen here after the battle of Aspira fields during the liberation of Czibor that saw the annihilation of two whole Blood Pact companies by joint Mechanicus and Guard forces during one ferocious battle.
*A minor, semi-aquatic Forge world located in the outer rim of the Sabbat Worlds. Liberated during Slaydo's Operation Newfound, it has provided supplies and combat troops to the Crusade efforts since then.
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Another nice and uncomplicated project, figuring out the base took probably the most time.
And I would like to add that I am incredibly proud of how well the spiked helmet came out, even during assembly.
Had to order a backpack from elsewhere, and that one turned out to be one of the special weapons ones too so I stuck a box on there to cover up the hole.
The helmet is a Reaver jetbike one that I got real lucky finding at the LGS in town while hunting for other bits.
Also would've wanted to do more of them, but none of my other pair legs and torsos matched each other. That's what you get for buying skitarii pieces separately I guess.
And couldn't find anyone to trade me for better ones either sadly. So adding a full team will have to wait.
#Warhammer#warhammer 40k#warhammer 40000#WH40K#painting warhammer#miniature#warmongers#warhammer#40k#skitarii#adeptus mechanicus#AdMech#Skitarii Ranger#Sabbat Worlds#Sabbat Crusade
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Meet Iov “Cherubiel“, Child of Adonai
Salubri-Warrior, antitribu, follower of Via Vindicta (Path of Retribution)
Sabbat Crusader
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Demontober 2023 Day 20: Baphomet
Baphomet, also known known as the "Sabbatic Goat" is a demonic entity, a king of demons, usually equated with Satan and an idol adopted by the Knights Templar from Islamic belief. He is also the self-proclaimed "god" of his own cult the Halo of the Sun which has the town of Silent Hill in an iron grip.
His name is believed to be a corruption of Muhammad, the founder of Islam. He is usually depicted with the head and legs of a goat, with a torch between his horns and a pentagram on his forehead, with black bird wings, and the body of a human woman or hermaphrodite.
He has the power to control all human women, and is said to give witches their power, thus, famously known as a demon worshiped by witches. In some branches of demonology, Baphomet is seen as a high-ranking ruler of Hell and one of Satan's many henchmen. This may go some way into explaining why the two demons often seem to share the same qualities.
Baphomet is a goat-headed demon who was worshiped by practitioners of the occult, although there was little evidence of this actually occurring until later in history. He was also supposedly the secret benefactor of the Knight Templars during the height of the persecution against the Order.
The Knights Templar, heroes of the Crusades, were accused of worshiping Baphomet by a church Inquisition and branded as heretics. To keep them silent, the head of the Templars and another senior leader were sentenced to be burned alive. However, it was later revealed that this was orchestrated by King Philip IV of France, who coveted the Templars' wealth and moreover was purportedly under the influence of Baphomet himself who used the king to twist the image of the Templars and their faith.
Despite this, Baphomet's worship came to an end when the Brotherhood of St. Longinus waged war against the demon's cult, joining forces with the surviving members of the defunct Knights Templar, while destroying and burning any effigy and unholy church that was created in reverence to Baphomet. One cult member and founding member, Jennifer Carroll, was able to grab a bas relief of Baphomet and flee persecution at the hands of the Brotherhood of St. Longinus. Due to Baphomet's lingering essence within the bas relief, he kept Jennifer alive to fulfill his needs. Unfortunately for Jennifer, she would meet her end during the Salem Witch Trials through burning by puritanical Christians in 1692.
The bas relief was again taken by sympathizers for witches during the Trials and settled within Maine. Baphomet's cult only grew within Maine, eventually settling in a town that would come to be known as Silent Hill. Baphomet had his cult grow inside the town, infiltrating the public institutions of the town while gradually gaining more influence and power
#my art#digtial artist#digtial art#digtial painting#digtial illustration#digtial drawing#ars goetia#demon#Lucius hellish inferno world of demons and monsters#lhiwodam#DemonTober#Demontober 2023#art challenge#Baphomet
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OC Kiss Week: Day 7
Undisclosed Location. June 17, 2005.
While at a yearly meeting of some of the most influential Ventrue on the North American continent, the childer of said Ventrue get up to trouble, as can be expected when you gather a bunch of neonates under one roof.
Vanessa belongs to @mountainashfae, and this one was written as a surprise so I really hope you enjoy, Rowan! I felt the need to expand upon our little headcanon for Tammy and Vanessa.
While the sires are away, the childer will play. A tale as old as time, and as true as it always has been, it was now. The elder Ventrue were away, busy with some meetings as usual on these trips, leaving the neonates to find their own entertainment. The suggestion of a game was innocent enough, but as more and more neonates joined Tammy knew things were bound to go south. It was Adrien’s turn, and Tammy held her breath in hopes he wouldn’t call on her. The oldest of the Ventrue in the room, he seemed to enjoy causing problems for the Ventrue he ended up roomed with every year, namely her and Vanessa.
“Well, King looks like she really doesn’t want to be called on soooo. Tammy, truth or dare?” Silver blue eyes stare directly at Tammy as the rest of the room follow suit. Seven pairs of eyes staring over at her and waiting for her answer. It wasn’t really a question, she picked the same thing every single time. She never liked talking about herself, and everyone had far too many questions about her, about her sire, about her scar, about her test.
“Dare, Adrien. Go ahead, do your worst.” Tammy busied her hands with retying her braid as the ball was passed back to the crusader. Sabbat dares weren’t anything to scoff at, and Tammy was sure the others would at least get a laugh out of whatever Tammy would end up having to go through. She glanced at the clock on the wall with slight disinterest, noticing how close it was to the hour. Zacharias would be back for her shortly, so whatever it was she would have to get through it quickly.
“Dare, huh? Tammy really doesn’t want to answer our questions, folks!” Adrien had a fake shocked expression on his face as he stared across the room at her. It was fun to him, seeing the younger Ventrue riled up, especially if it came back to bite Tammy in the long run. Whatever rivalry their sires had seemed to develop more and more between the two childer every year. “Okay Miss King, your dare is that you have to kiss the most attractive Ventrue in the room! Whoever you consider that to be, of course.”
Gasps and amused laughs erupted in the room around Tammy as she glared knowingly at Adrien. One of the two Ventrue in this room who knew her affections were targeted elsewhere, he was doing this to put her in an awkward situation. If she didn’t hurry and actually do it, there was a non-zero chance of her sire walking in on them while she debated. She couldn’t risk him witnessing it, or even worse Adrien accusing her of lying. Her good eye glanced around the room, taking in the Ventrue present. It didn’t take her long to make her decision, and as she stood from the stool where she sat, the room fell silent.
Halfway across the room sat Tammy's target, and a slight smirk stretched across her face as Vanessa's bright blue eyes widened in surprise. A kiss on the cheek is all it was, to which many of the kindred began booing. Vanessa meanwhile sat there touching her cheek, staring after Tammy. “Me?” The words were inaudible over the clamor of the other Ventrue as elders and ancillae came and took their children away, leaving Vanessa staring after the redhead as she too took her leave. She’d make both of them answer to her, when they got back to their hotel room.
#ockiss24#oc kiss week#vampire the masquerade#Vtm#Ventrue#Tammy King#really proud of getting through all 7!
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I love making OCs, but as I keep refining the design of my newest one I feel the struggle of giving good representation to all of them.
Some of them I haven't drawn in forever, while some are new and need more art to express themselves. Some are old favorites of mine who I'll draw every now and then, and some used to be favorites of mine but I haven't had new material for them in forever. Some were fun to design but they were used in short adventures and I never explored them too much. Some I used to like but I look at today and feel they'd be in need of a re-design. And some were conceptualized for adventures that haven't yet took off the ground, and maybe never will.
I'm ashamed to say there's even some others I sometimes forget about.
I've decided to compile a short list, more or less in chronological order.
Most of them are from DnD games or other TTRPG settings ranging from Fantasy, Cyberpunk and even Steampunk, but I'm including my two FFXIV characters in here as well as honorary OCs because of how much I've written about them.
Sorcerer of draconic descent, whose family has been killed in the Crusade's effort to close a gigantic planar rift over the Abyss, leading him to swear vengeance against demonkind.
A veteran traveling paladin, who despite his old age still puts himself in harm's way for what's right.
A swashbuckling adventurer, whose tongue is as sharp as his sword. Second-born to a rich family of bankers, he left home to pursue a selfish desire of indipendence.
Born from an accomplished barbarian king and his spellcasting trophy wife, the young McLut is slowly being overcome by a creeping sense of inadequacy as over the years he keeps failing to live up to his family's legacy.
Warrior of Light and hero of the people, Wilan slowly buckles under the ever-increasing weight of the responsabilities that come with his many titles, despite having become an adventurer over a decade prior simply moved by a simple desire of seeing the world.
Refugee from a colony of the totalitarian empire of Garlemald, Delen is slowly trying to rebuild her life in the free realm of Eorzea, where she would forge meaningful connections and, once she's come out enough of her shell, embrace the adventurer's lifestyle.
A half-elf girl who, in spite of a harsh childhood of domestic abuses and a delinquent adolescence, has managed to grow up into a cheerful, optimistic young woman thanks to the positive influence of her found family.
First-born daughter of an old aristocratic family and latest bearer of a family curse, Jane dedicated her life to academic studies and became an accomplished archaeologist. The only thing preventing the curse from taking effect is an old pact with a devil, the same devil who whispers in her ear to temp her into accepting more power.
A once successful arcanotech engineer, Roy's life fell apart after a tragic accident led to the death of his very young daughter and, subsequently, losing his job and divorcing his wife. Suffering from depression, he's adopted an unhealthy, self-destructive lifestyle both as a way to feel something and to put himself through punishment.
Hailing from a remote archipelago in the middle of the ocean to the east, Chiyu is an elf who is training in a temple that curiously fuses martial arts with percussion music. Chiyu took a sabbatical decade away from her training because she wants to experience more of the world before she's 100 years old.
Known as "Don Raskar", he's a militaristic cleric stripped of his rank and relocated to a different region of the world for abusing his authority. Determined to rise the ranks again, Raskar is not shy to throw the weight of his social status around to get what he needs.
A nomad barbarian of the robot-infested wastelands. Being born too close to a planar rift made her into a tiefling, granting her an appearance resembling a balor and command over electricity. Despite being one of the many freaks of the region, she's nonetheless an accomplished mercenary and capable fighter.
Heir to a prominent family in the airship industry, Julian has witnessed his father's empire being ripped apart by competing families following his early death. He appropriated one of the airships, the Luminaria, and fled the city to live outside the law as a sky pirate.
Despite being a naturally creative and imaginative girl, Hoshiko has put aside anything she considers too childish to meet the many, many expectations placed on her and dedicated herself to the academic study of magic. That is, until a botched familiar summoning ritual conjured forth an otherwordly magical cat, who is bound to bring chaos into her life and maybe help her reconnect with her more genuine self in the process.
#OC#dnd character#DND OC#pathfinder character#pathfinder OC#TTRPG character#TTRPG OC#ffxiv character#FFXIV OC
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“They don’t tell me shit. Everyone knows this is a cushy post. Keep the genius on board and try to keep his tinkering budget below world-ending for a couple of years. Do that, get one of the prestige posts overseas. Boom, career made. Jones hasn’t done anything but cooperate since I got here. What else did I need to know?”
I love this little glimpse into Alfred's relationship with the government - the idea that they give him a "tinkering budget" that needs to be carefully managed is fun, but even more intriguing is the implication that it's a stepping stone to higher posts because there are times Jones doesn't cooperate.
“Matthew Williams was old European money? You’re not serious. He did grass with homeless guys in Stanley Park and drove a 78 Chevy. Everyone knows Alfred has got the brains and business sense.”
Okay, it's a little bit Matt's fault for smoking pot in the park, but I feel bad that even to humans viewing them as humans Alfred's the exceptional one. That's heartbreaking.
On the flip side, this whole thing was deeply amusing - a bored bureaucrat finding out that the impulsive genius and his stoner brother are the heirs to Crusades-era wealth is a funny premise, and I liked the added angle of "we know what's really going on, but how does it get explained to humans?" (Also, kudos to Brighid for being "unconfirmed" - Arthur doesn't deserve to get credited with being related to her.)
“Last time I took a northwoods sabbatical.”
“You mean the last time you had a mental breakdown and spent three months in the woods eating possum liver?"
“I prefer racoons thank you, and…” Matthew rubbed the back of his neck, preparing for the backlash. “Well, that was the second to last time.”
“What?” His father’s face was instantly furious and even more worrying, his father was concerned. “Matthew!”
Aaaaand emotion. "Northwoods sabbatical" is hilarious, but I can't decide what's more heartbreaking - Matt not telling his father about every time, or Arthur finding out that his son's been having these breakdowns more often than he thought. At least Matt knew Arthur would be upset? Like, it's horrible that he feels like he has to manage other people's feelings like that, but at least it's "it'll worry him" instead of "he won't care"?
His father’s brain was working, his worry between Matthew standing before him and his firstborn clearly in conflict. Not on his face, never on his face, but Matthew knew what the slight flex of one hand meant. Alfred won. He always won.
Seriously, you're so fucking good at balancing feeling bad for Arthur with hating him for being a shit father (and obviously feeling bad for Matt.) Like, he's worried about both of his kids. Matt's saying concerning things and that does bother him! And I feel bad for him because I'm sure he feels awful about that, and of course he's worried sick about Alfred.
But it's largely his fault that Matt acts like that, and it's precisely because Alfred always wins. He loves them so much, and I feel bad for him because of how hard this must be, but he's a shit, favorites-playing father and his pain is partially self-inflicted and deserved. And you balance that perfectly every time.
And the way you write it... "Alfred won. He always won." The resignation is absolutely heartbreaking, and Matt being able to read Arthur so well that he knows when Alfred's won - not from his face, because Arthur's good enough to keep it out of his expression, but from something as small as his hand flexing... it's a gut punch.
The sick, cold feeling was back. It was like missing organs, or his skin, or half of himself. Maybe more than half of himself.
Sobbing The poor baby... it was bad enough with the first two sentences and then "Maybe more than half of himself" actually gutted me. They're so close, but more than that - Matt's humanity is bound up with Alfred in a lot of ways. So maybe more than half of him is missing.
Alfred was lost, and his entire body felt so wrong, with only his frosted fields and forests and none of the blast of noise and life that was his brother.
I don't have much to say here, it's just that this one gutted me exactly like the last one. Matt's pain is so clear and heartbreaking, you're too good at this.
“You know what? Fuck this. I brought your good knife. Let's get answers.”
On the one hand, YAY THE MURDER MOOSE IS COMING. On the other hand, the image of them shifting from being on the verge of collapsing emotionally into that very bloodthirsty determination is still hurting me. They love Alfred so much and they're hellbent on finding him. (But also, Arthur is once again enabling/calling on the lost-humanity/violent/perfect soldier side of Matt that Alfred hates so much and I think that is a very interesting dynamic - they're motivated by how much they love him, and they're using tools he hates because they harm the brother he loves. And it's Matt's choice to a great extent, but from Alfred's perspective this would look like Arthur sacrificing Matt for his preferred son. It is very twisty emotionally.)
I was planning to go to sleep before you posted and then I dropped EVERYTHING to read. I know I'm repeating myself, but this story and every chapter in it is absolutely excellent. Thank you so, so much for this.
God your comments make my brain go brrrrr and crystalize so many of the things I'm trying to get across without being super conscious about it ahhhh.
I love this little glimpse into Alfred's relationship with the government - the idea that they give him a "tinkering budget" that needs to be carefully managed is fun, but even more intriguing is the implication that it's a stepping stone to higher posts because there are times Jones doesn't cooperate.
Oh, he very much does not cooperate when he doesn’t want to. Arthur half abandoned that kid in the 17th century, and Alfred’s been getting himself in and out of trouble for 400 years. He won't be found if he doesn't want to be found. Good luck putting a collar on a nuclear-powered half immortal with more experience getting out of nets than a fucken eel.
Okay, it's a little bit Matt's fault for smoking pot in the park, but I feel bad that even to humans viewing them as humans Alfred's the exceptional one. That's heartbreaking.
Matt’s the family burn-out freeloading off his brother’s defence budget, and he prefers it that way. No one’s up in his business like they are Alfred’s, lol. Alfred’s brain is full of bees, business and brilliance, and Matt’s been recycling the 1 serotonin for 400 years
It’s sad, but it's also very protective for Matt. Faking his death every so often is the easiest way for him to duck out responsibilities.
Aaaaand emotion. "Northwoods sabbatical" is hilarious, but I can't decide what's more heartbreaking - Matt not telling his father about every time, or Arthur finding out that his son's been having these breakdowns more often than he thought. At least Matt knew Arthur would be upset? Like, it's horrible that he feels like he has to manage other people's feelings like that, but at least it's "it'll worry him" instead of "he won't care"?
At least! Arthur is terrible, but he does give most of a fuck. gahhhh they’re killing me.
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#warhammer 40k#warhammer 40000#grimdark#adeptus astartes#space marines#astartes#warhammer#iron snakes#sabbat worlds#sabbat crusade
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