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#imperium#space marines#loyalist astartes#absolvers#dreadnought#dark imperium#warhammer#warhammer 40k#warhammer 40000#40k#sam manley
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"We are now able to observe some features that were hidden underneath all of that pine."
Date: April 18, 2024
Posted on the Battleship Texas Foundation Group Facebook page: link
#battleship TEXAS#Battleship Texas Foundation#Update#USS TEXAS (BB-35)#USS TEXAS#New York Class#Dreadnought#Battleship#Warship#Ship#Galveston#Texas#repairs#Gulf Copper#Restoration#video#April#2024#my post
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Fulgrim and Rylanor
Art by Gray-Skull
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My DeviantArt
My Boosty (for my NSFW works)
#warhammer 40000#warhammer 40k#warhammer 30k#fulgrim#emperors children#thousand sons#rylanor#daemon prince#daemon primarch#dreadnought#art#fan art#gray skull
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#warhammer 40k#warhammer#warhammer 40000#wh40k#astartes#space marines#space marine#dreadnought#fires of rubicon#armored core
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BETRAYER NOTES
all girls. because i said so.
i was actively drawing while reading "betrayer" by aaron dembski-bowden, and that's what came out of it. enjoy.
angrin during a nails episode because i like making things ugly
lotara sarrin because i love her. i just looooove her
everybody loves lotara sarrin...
...besides one little shit
no explanation needed for these two i suppose
most normal tech-priest
another w for lotara
and poster ideas to finish that
#art#warhammer 40k#wh40k#warhammer 40000#wh40k art#wh30k#warhammer 30k#kharn the betrayer#angron#lotara sarrin#lorgar aurelian#magnus the red#world eaters#dreadnought#tech priest#plasmdraws#plasmomemes
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Black Templars Dreadnought OC fightin' back some Chaos Stuff
Couple of detail closeups under the cut:
#wh40k#dreadnought#Black Templars#mech#OC:Xavier#Jet art#armor#art#someday I will elaborate on what this guy's deal is. Today is not that day LOL#Also I really love drawing weird little eyeballs and twisted masses of teeth can u tell#Chaos Time
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Specifically thinking about the various Alpha Quadrant people and objects Voyager's run thru over the years and all the wasted possibilities.
When I say Incorporate I mean actually followed upon in other episodes, either as recurring guests or full on regulars in the show. In the case of Dreadnought, I would also argue having the Dreadnought B'Elanna voice showing up from time to time.
Edit: I meant Ransom, not Braxton in the Equinox one.
#I almost put Henry Starling instead of Rain Robinson and people still could do that. it would be hilarious.#Can't think of a way to include Ares IV or Friendship One in this#Star Trek#Star Trek Voyager#VOY#Seska#Amelia Earhart#Dreadnought#Arridor#Kol#Rain Robinson#Unity#Seven of Nine#Equinox#polls#tumblr polls
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Frosty Mornin’ Bjornin’
Commissioned by a good friend :)
#space wolves#space marines#bjorn#wh40k art#wh40000#warhammer 40000#warhammer 40k#warhammercommunity#adeptus astartes#dreadnought
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Do Dreadnoughts dream of taking a bath?
#Inspired by PowerWash x Warhammer 40K and Roco.
#I love Dreadnought.
"Do Dreadnoughts dream?"
That is a question with no certain answer. On one hand, a Dreadnought is more machine than man, neural implants fuse mind to machine in ways bizarre to comprehend. Their armored carapace shelters only remnants of flesh, sustained through bionic might alone. By all rights, their cerebral cortex should have decayed long ago.
By such logic, one could argue conscious thought ends where flesh yields to steel. Sleep and its dreamscapes are biological realities, are they not? With only trace humanity remaining, why expect mental functions of slumber? But integrated into their armored shells are enough enhanced organs and neural implants to sustain bioniorganic functions far beyond mere biological viability. Isn't the nature of dream itself stems from biological instincts overwritten.
The pain was a dull ache, easily ignored after centuries entombed. But a new irritation assailed him now, crawling itches across flesh long denied sensation. Confusion, this body felt change, though it had lain inert as worlds turned. Deeper still came the oppression, lungs seizing as if drowning once more in bloody.
What trickery was this? Diagnostics reported stasis, all systems firing true. Yet the discomforts grew, phlegmy coughs racking the half-machine beast. Panic swelled, animal instincts long dormant rising within the eternal tomb. Then light, piercing the darkness behind closing lids. Sweet air rushed into ruined lungs, this labor easing at last.
His eyes snapped open to an unfamiliar realm. No armored bulk rose before him but limbs scoured by shrapnel and burned by virus-bombs. His original form, given once more against all reason, a gift or curse, he knew not. Unfettered he stood, wounds healed to bare scars across taut flesh. This was a dream, or something.
An uncertainty gripped him. What madness was this? To be returned to old flesh but feel no urge to battle, no call to crusade? A different impulse arose, foreign but ingrained, cleansing ritual performed eons past in youth. He walked uncertain, waters calling him to rites unseen by any in aeons untold.
Ribs still bore flecks of ceramite and plasteel patched within living shell. He paused before the waters, studying form that had known only warfare. Scars told their own tales, each etched upon memories kept alive through aeons in stasis. With care he entered in that, waters lapping old wounds as if in benediction.
There he lingered, letting cares and pains wash freely away. Muscles long locked in adamantium relaxed, tension fleeing in steam rising. For the first time in memory untold, no demands of duty or flesh assailed him. A feeling swelled within him, emotion locked beyond reach of mortal sensation. Peace, serenity swept over ancient minds as waters sloughed away cares of ages...
Pain pulsed through his battered form as consciousness returned. The fleeting peace of dreams melted away, centuries of enforced half-life onboard the Dreadnought crashing back upon ancient shoulders. Systems booted sluggishly, sensors recalibrating after solaris of monotony disturbed.
A hum escaped grille as servos whirred back to their duties securing crumpled flesh deeper than mortal sight could pierce. Outside clangs and grinding announced the diligent ministrations of tech-priests ensuring their perpetual charge clung yet to shadow of function. One voice carried clearly through armored carapace:
"Vitals stabilize in sector C-12 Magos. Neural links firing within tolerances." The Tech-priest's voice rang through microphones.
"Understood. Continue maintenance protocols and monitor for anomalies. This relic has served faithfully many centuries. Pray for the Omnissiah." The Magos's bionics buzzed in compliance. They ensured history marched on, whatever hulls preserved that march.
With effort, aged vox-grille creaked open. "Brother, I was dreaming." Static laced speech imparted by cobbled augmetics mere palliates for ravaged throat too ruined for basic sounds. The Techmarine's etheric sensors detected words nonetheless.
A static pause preceded Techmarine's reply. "Dreaming? Impossible, your neural engrams show only baseline activity."
Mirthless chuckle issued from loudspeakers. "Impossible, yes, But I dream... I'm taking a bath."
Silence answered as Techmarine puzzled over the incomprehensible scene. "The priests scrub your plating clean as monthly rite. Perhaps some synapse misfired."
Silence reigned for moments uncounted as ritual continued outside. Then, a final whisper from within. "Indeed. A... nice dream."
With that, consciousness fell back into lowest-level rest as painkillers suffused systems. The Techmarine watched monitors return to quiescent patterns, then signaled to close the Dreadnought once more. Its machine spirit's notions were beyond his. The armored tomb closed, and darkness reigned once more.
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The U.S. Clipper Ship, The Dreadnought, by John Bentham Dinsdale (1927-2008)
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Black Templars
by Kevin Chin
#space marines#loyalist astartes#black templars#scouts#dreadnought#warhammer#warhammer 40k#warhammer 40000#40k#kevin chin#imperium
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Posted by Travis Davis:
"From the inner bottom to the truck, it's been a long day.
(I hate posting pictures of myself, but I couldn't help but share these to give scale and perspective)."
#battleship TEXAS#Battleship Texas Foundation#Update#USS TEXAS (BB-35)#USS TEXAS#New York Class#Dreadnought#Battleship#Warship#Ship#Galveston#Texas#repairs#Gulf Copper#Restoration#April#2024#my post
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About Mech Pilots:
There are many different kinds of mech pilots. But they can be arranged into a spectrum with monotask on one side and multitask on the other.
Multitask pilots have a life and skill sets outside of their combat vehicle. They can still be dangerous without their ride because of their tactical and political acumen. Examples of such pilots can be found in Titanfall, Lancer, and Battletech/Mechwarrior.
Monotask pilots are essentially organic control devices mounted inside the mech. They have slightly more personality and agency than other system components like an autoloader or jet thrusters. But the pilot is just as useless as those things if removed from the greater whole. Examples of these pilots can be found in Armored Core and Warhammer 40,000.
There are pilots that can fall between these extremes such as conscripted civilians, venerated sacrifices, or artificial intelligences. Examples of these beings can be found in Mobile Suit Gundam, Gen:Lock, or, again, Warhammer 40k.
There's no wrong way to portray pilots. That being said, I'd love to read stories where pilots from across the spectrum interact with each other.
#Mechwarrior#lancer rpg#warhammer 40k#mech#mecha#pilot#gen:lock#warhammer 40000#writing#character archetype#mech pilot#dehumanization#transhumanism#battletech#ttprg#war gaming#dreadnought#pilots#mechs#titanfall
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Chaos Contemptor Service Goslings
For when your Dreadnought won't go to sleep until he has a squad to watch his back while he's out.
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Deathwatch - Rites of Battle Cover Art by Michael Philippi
#Warhammer#40k#Imperium#Imperium of Man#Ordo Xenos#Inquisition#Adeptus Astartes#Deathwatch#Space Marine#Dreadnought#Deathwatch: Rites of Battle#Covers#Cover Art#Sci-Fi#Mecha#Michael Philippi#Games Workshop
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