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catherea · 2 months

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Turns out I had an old detailing brush, but got some different paint to try a slightly different approach. I think this one turned out the best so far! The squad has definitely grown!

#warhammer 40k #miniature #40k mini #40k #adeptus sororitas #sisters of battle #order of our martyred lady

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front-line-head-line · 11 months

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Thought of the Day: The cosmos cries out for salvation

#Warhammer #Warhammer 40K #Veridyan #Adepta Sororitas #Order of Our Martyred Lady

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definitelynotalpharius · 2 months

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Defense of the Inquisitorial Beachhead

More news from Bahara's Hive:

The Heralds of the Chalice have sent forth a strike force comprised of the heads of their Reclusium to recover an Inquisition relic with ties to their Primarch. Lead by Juriel Archados, the recapturing of one of Sanguinius's pinions has been a successful, however the Inquisitorial beachhead established earlier remains in tact dispite the hard hitting assault.

The Sisters of Our Martyred Lady have begrudgingly accepted the assistance of the T'au sept Kisun'sha'ea which has previously pledged allegiance to the agents of the Golden Throne, as envoys of yet another attempt at establishing democratic relations. The Tau have so far proven their immense value to the Inquisitorial leadership by securing many key victories.

Additional, the rather small contingent of Sororitas requisitioned by the Inquisition have proven to be an irreplaceable asset, proving their abilities to strike against the enemies of the Inquisition as a vanguard of faith.

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #warhammer 40000 #40k #imperium #wh 40k #space marines #40kart #adeptus astartes #adepta sororitas #40k tau #tau empire #order of our martyred lady

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commodoresigma · 3 months

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[original drawing date: 22nd Mar 2018]

Drew this when the new plastic Sister of Battle range was first announced around, jesus, five years ago?! God damn.

Made six colour variants with the canon Orders Militant, plus my own homebrew order and a friend's homebrew order. I also had one for my brother's order but it's changed twice since then.

#my art #commodoresigma #fanart #warhammer #warhammer 40k #wh40k #adepta sororitas #sister of battle #order of our martyred lady #order of the bloody rose #order of the sacred rose #order of the valorous heart #order of the ebon chalice #order of the argent shroud

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storm-of-roses · 1 year

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I built some 40K mini’s for the first time

I plan on making a whole Battle Sister’s army, though I might throw in some Grey Knights, Inquisitors, maybe some Black Templars, and Imperial Guard too. I was drawn to the Adepta Sosoritas because they’re a strong and all female group.

I haven’t painted them yet, but I’m pretty excited to try. I used to play when I was 8 but gave up on the hobby due to expense. Now I’ve got adult money.

#warhammer #warhammer 40000 #warhammer 40k #40k #battle sister #adepta sororitas #games workshop #space marines #god emperor of mankind #order of our martyred lady

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hag-darling · 4 months

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been watching pariah nexus a little bit at a time with zach (just two episodes so far)

got all my favorite things. necrons, sister of battle, salamander.....

#bachuqq blabs #i just wish the sister wasnt of our martyred lady #would LOVE to see the other orders get some love #however im so pumped for salamanders they are my fave space marines!!#i also love the alpha legion but thats not relevant

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cursed-40k-thoughts · 3 months

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Felinids looking like typical catgirls but acting like actual cats. That is being very murder happy and violent. Even the commissars are uncomfortable

They make soft chittering noises at prisoners of war whilst staring at them. Every so often, an eviscerated heretic will be found sprawled outside an officer’s command tent. Everyone is put on edge by them except for the Order of Our Martyred Lady, who find that shit extremely entertaining.

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villainsandvictimsalliance · 1 year

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Let's talk about the insane idea promoted by the hero society that self-sacrificing and sadness is better than hurting others and feeling rage. Or in other words, how dying for other and repressing your feelings even if they destroy you is better than becoming violent and letting your rage affect the course of the daily basis.

For the hero society, submissive individuals were better. Depressed as in being unable to act was better. Passive behavior was better. It's easier to feel pity and hold some mourning for the victims before moving on as if nothing happened.

Take Deku. If he had died by suicide only a few would care. He was an unimportant quirkless kid with no real potential to be a hero. Or if he had died saving Bakugo he would have become a martyr, a quirkless kid who got to be a hero for a day before tragically dying. The end.

That is why Aizawa is mad with All Might when he sees Deku. He could have died in the UA entrance test, it was impressive but what about Deku's life. That's also what Recovery Girl told All Might in the UA Sport Festival. That's what Deku needed to learn when he started using kicks instead of punches. Self-sacrificing shouldn't be idolized by the hero society. Ultimately, it is murder in the hands of the authorities who enforce such idea.

Take the League of Villains.

Ugly victims don't get help.

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Ask Tenko. Walking alone on a busy street, with blood on his hands and eyes totally lost. No one helped him. He was not a cute kid crying like Eri, he was monstrous like. His accident was not one caused by a victim. It was the abuse of his father and tje unfortunate awakening of his quirk that ended with him murdering his entire family.

If he had stayed sitting silently, unable to weep or talk or cry, he would have died and no one would have known. Society would be happy because there's no Shigaraki Tomura, right?

Touya died on a forest fire and life moved on. His dad became even more abusive and reached the number one spot on the hero charts. Like the past never happened.

Toga's neglected childhood pushed her to the point she exploded and drank the blood of someone, but because she was already a monster like looking child, she wad regarded as a danger and his parents erased her presence from their house. If she had died on the streets or gotten captured, people would just think "good, one less psycho, we can keep going with our days".

Visually, it's easier to sympathize with a crying victim full of sadness and wounds. Some animal instinct of who knows. I don't. BUT it's way harder to sympathize with someone who shows their hurt by being very disruptive, loud, angry, violent. Especially if they can't cry, singe people equals crying to regret or pain. If someone is unable to cry, there must be something wrong with them.

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The League of Villains goal in the narrative at the beginning of bnha is less Stain-like (there are a few bad apples in the basket we need to purge and everything will be good again) and more of Shigaraki's own ideology: society is rotten to the bone, even the greatest of heroes is corrupted and the cycle of violence is being used by the hero society as an excuse to control the public.

Funny. It was not a lie. With Lady Nagant's story and even with Hawk's we were witnesses of how the hero society was indeed rotten. And we saw a few paragraphs above why All Might was part of the corruption, if with good intentions, but still an important part of it.

There are two main responses to trauma in bnha. The hero society prefers the one that doesn't make them look bad.

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So, what's the kick?

What happened with the League of Villains would have happened eventually with any other group of individuals. It was a natural reaction to a failed system, one AFO took advantage of in order to further his plans.

There was the Meta Liberation Army, where many or his members were pro-heroes btw. There was the situation with Overhaul and the whole issue with the quirk repressing drug. You had Aoyama, the hospital full of kids Touya woke up to, etc.

In order for a change to happen, a reactive factor was needed. Individuals who were not afraid to threat the commodities of the population, their peace of mind, people willing to ne disturbing and people able to shake the hero society foundations. It's not coincidence that those individuals were the same victims who, after being passive for so long, decided peace was not an option.

Am I justifying the actions of the League and blaming everything on the heroes ? No, I'm not.

Killing is killing. Murder is murder. We're not going machiavelli on here and saying they had no other choice (both heroes and villains).

What I'm saying is that both sides were equally right and wrong. Many heroes and villains got used by bigger players in the game. Ultimately the fight started being between the institutions of power around the world and AFO. In Japan, it was the Hero Commission.

Like in any other war, many heroes and villains killed each other thinking it was the right thing to do in order to help society reach higher ground, get better, heal, be safe, whatever. Brainwashed for sure, loyal to a cause that's not loyal to them.

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The kick is in balance.

You can't take the blame of other actions and punish yourself for it. You can't make others responsible of your own actions either. You shouldn't be putting your life above others and you shouldn't be putting their lives below you.

Learning to separate the responsibilities, to notice the shades in which anger and sadness mix, to be able to say "we all matter equally" and know it means a victim can be an abuser too and deserves help as much as they should be hold accountable for. These are the struggles of bnha.

Good communication to avoid mindless violence.

There's where Deku and Tomura meet, in the middle of those lines. There's where Shoto and Dabi meet, where Toga and Ochako meet.

The Messiahs vs The Judas, assigned a role to play by society, either die or be killed tragically. The moment they can shed of those roles and see each other as human beings, that's the moment things will start changing for good.

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art-that-fucks-you-up-tournament · 9 months

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SET ONE - ROUND ONE - MATCH SIX

"Dr. Helen Taussig" (1975 - Yousuf Karsh) / "Une Martyre" (1913 - André Devambez)

DR. TAUSSIG: karsh is considered one of the best portrait photographers of the 20th century and it shows. this is the guy who was so unintimidated by winston churchill he just took churchill's cigar OUT OF HIS MOUTH and then took a picture of churchill GLARING at him. who ignored william lyon mackenzie king trying to order him not to take a picture of him looking Vulnerable and instead got one of him reading with his dog. and yet. this picture is of helen taussig. not well known around the world, but she helped change it. this lady essentially founded the field of pediatric cardiology. she saved thousands of children with heart defects. and this portrait shows it! she's cradling this baby so carefully, as she listens to their heart. and the baby stares at the viewer. curious about the world, and the thing hanging in front of them, and so so alive (kaerran)

UNE MARTYRE: something about this painting is so eerie in the best way. it strikes just the right balance of horrifying and making you want to look at it longer. perfection (frillishpink)

("Dr. Helen Taussig" is a 1975 black and white photograph taken of the doctor herself at the John Hopkins Hospital for the “Healers of Our Age” Series II. You can find the rest of Karsh's work here.

"Une Martyre" is a 1913 watercolor painting done by the French artist André Devambez based on a Baudelaire poem of the same name.)

#art that fucks you up tournament #polls #atfyu polls #id in alt text #our first photograph enters the ring!#but will it leave unscathed?#cw blood #cw gore

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front-line-head-line · 2 years

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Thought of the Day: On the battlefield, valour is the lifeblood of victory.

#Warhammer #Warhammer 40K #W40K #Adepta Sororitas #Order of Our Martyred Lady

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fromriches-tosin · 3 months

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Blurb time!! Today I’m thinking about ReiJean Valentine’s Day scenarios, and the first one I came up with is 100% canon, hear me out:

(feat. Aruani)

Jean and Armin have no idea what Valentine's Day is, and both Annie and Reiner honestly forgot something like that even exists. That’s what happens when you spend the best part of your teenage years killing people or being locked in a crystal in some freaky basement. Anyway, the four of them are having a day off, so they’re just strolling around the city they found themselves in, looking for a good place to have dinner.

It’s getting late, and for some reason every restaurant they come across is full. They’re about to head back home, defeated and starving, but Armin spots one cozy looking place they haven’t checked out yet. To their luck, there is exactly one free table left. They sit down among giggling ladies and smugly smiling men, and breathe in the heavy scent of roses and melting wax. Jean scrunches up his nose at a couple kissing loudly on his left, Annie covers her nose to fight off the invading aromas. It’s less than ideal, but they’re really hungry.

Finally, a freckled waiter approaches them with the menu.

“Happy Valentine's Day!” he greets them with a smile just a tad too big to Jean liking. “Today every couple gets a fifty percent discount on their order.”

“A what day?” Jean kicks Reiner in the ankle under the table, demanding answers.

“Uh,” Reiner says.

“A day for couples to celebrate their love,” Annie explains in a dry voice.

“Oh, that’s… That’s great.” Armin shyly reaches for Annie’s hand. He intertwines their fingers in a rare public display of affection. “Right, Annie?”

“Yes. Great.” She lowers her gaze, blushing just oh-so slightly.

“Perfect! Please choose your dishes.” The waiter beams, turning to Jean and Reiner. “How about you, gentlemen? Have you decided already?”

Jean looks at the prices in the menu, looks at Armin and Annie’s hands on the table, looks at the prices in the menu again, looks at Reiner…

“Well, isn’t that fantastic! Right, Reibear?” He puts his arm around Braun, pulling him closer. “Such a beautiful, romantic occasion to share with our closest friends. I’m glad you’re here with me tonight.”

“You–You are?” Reiner asks, his voice a little muffled.

“Oh, do I understand correctly that you’ll be also sharing the order?” the waiter asks, and Jean ruffles Braun’s hair.

“I don’t see how we could not! We’re so in love. I have absolutely no words to explain how much and why. Literally nothing that could describe the depth of our feelings comes to my mind right now. The flame of our love is burning so bright though, I’m sure you can feel it burn your skin.”

Armin is quite pale in front of him, and Annie keeps drinking water to stop herself from snorting out loud. Reiner is eerily quiet, so for a moment Jean and the waiter are just grinning at each other as if competing to see who gives up first.

“Very well, my good sir,” the waiter finally says, and Jean can relax his facial muscles.

“Jean, you didn’t have to,” Reiner whispers once the man walks away with their order. “We have enough money to cover regular meals.”

“I know we have the money, but now we can spend it on booze to celebrate our relationship!” Jean pats Reiner’s back. “Don’t worry, handsome, I’ll treat you right.”

Annie almost spits out the water at the sight of Reiner’s blank face. Armin just sighs and pours her some more.

“Why is it even called Valentine’s Day?” he asks matter-of-factly. “Where does this tradition come from?”

“There was a saint called Valentine,” Reiner answers and helps himself to some water, too. “The patron of epilepsy and beekeepers, I think.”

Armin furrows his brows.

“I don’t see the correlation.”

“He was martyred on the fourteenth of February. That’s all I know,” Annie says. “It’s an old tradition, you would have to read about it.”

Armin’s eyes start shining.

“There are books about it?”

“So, let me get this straight.” Jean’s hand moves from Reiner’s muscled back all the way to his knee where it’s resting when the waiter comes back with their bottle of wine. They exchange the same theatrical smiles. The game is still on. “Some dude died, so that we could sit here today and cuddle over dinner?”

“That’s… That’s not exactly how martyrdom in religion works,” Annie says slowly, and Jean waves his hand in the air.

“Nevermind. Let’s make a toast!” Jean raises his glass. “To the lovely couples in attendance. I’m glad we’re still alive and here together. Because… Oh yeah, the last time the four of us were on our own… You tried to kill us.” He glares at Annie before turning to Reiner who now has a strangely dreamy look on his face. “And you, boy wonder, you almost gave me a fucking heart attack.”

“You made such a funny face back then.” Reiner has the audacity to chuckle, and Jean narrows his eyes in a warning.

They eat and drink, and this time it’s Braun’s hand resting on Jean’s thigh. It’s warm and heavy, and Jean really doesn’t mind it when Reiner’s thumb starts caressing the material of his pants. It’s good that Reiner caught up with the plan. Especially since the waiter is still observing them every chance he gets. Reiner’s glassy eyes and the blush tainting his cheeks sell the story way better than Jean’s words.

“Can we please get another bottle of wine?” Jean asks the waiter when he shows up to take their empty plates away.

“Of course! Alcohol is not included in our Valentine’s Day offer, but there is one more thing I forgot to mention!” The man smirks, looking Jean straight in the eyes. Before he even opens his mouth to continue, Jean knows he’ll be presented with a challenge. “We have a free chocolate cake for anyone who gets engaged tonight.”

“Engaged?”

Armin and Annie’s faces turn red, and they immediately let go of each other’s hands. They look so embarrassed, Jean almost wants to give them a hug.

“You can see the cake right there.” The waiter points in the direction of the counter. “It’s a gift from us to anyone who will decide to celebrate such an important moment here.”

The man walks away again, but not before shooting Jean one last smug look. Jean’s hand moves to Braun’s arm.

“Reiner–”

“Jean, no,” Armin pleads.

“Reiner, look at that cake.”

“I can see the cake, yes.”

“It’s so big.”

“That’s what you’ll be saying later.” Braun coughs. “Very big indeed, yes.”

“It’s free chocolate.”

“Jean, no,” Armin repeats.

“Jean, yes,” Annie murmurs into her wine.

“Okay, I’ve decided.” Jean takes a deep breath. “Reiner, get down on one knee.”

“I–Wait, what?” Reiner’s eyes turn as big as saucers. “You want me to do what?”

“That bastard is challenging me. I’ll not stand for it. Also, I really want that cake. So, we’re going to get it.”

“Jean, I can’t, it’s not appropriate, I–”

“Reiner. Your knee. The floor. Now.”

Jean can feel Armin stare at him in horror, can feel Annie’s shoulders tremble from poorly concealed laughter. Braun gets down on one knee as requested and looks up at him with puppy eyes. Normally they would make Jean’s heart melt, but today he’s too determined to let them do that.

“Jean, would you do me the honor–”

“Louder.”

“Light of my life–”

“LOUDER.”

“You saved me so many times, and I’d love to dedicate my heart to you. Please, marry me!” Reiner says quickly, and Jean grins.

“Of course, you beautiful bastard. I thought you would never ask.”

He gets up from his chair and drags Reiner into a kiss. Maybe, just maybe he’s taking things a little too far. Maybe. But he’ll give Braun the biggest piece of the cake to compensate him for the trouble. And he makes sure the kiss turns out great. Reiner is also doing his part, one of his hands cupping Jean’s cheek, the other squeezing his ass. Some lady in the background lets out a scandalized gasp, and Jean wraps his arms around Reiner’s neck, deepening the kiss. They both taste of wine, and Jean finds himself getting drunk.

Braun is a surprisingly good kisser…

They get the cake. It’s pretty okay, but Jean had better. But it’s the taste of satisfaction, the taste of victory that matters the most. Just before they leave the restaurant, he stops Reiner in his tracks.

“You have some chocolate in the corner of your mouth.” Jean wipes it off with his thumb and, to complete the performance, he licks it off as well. Reiner is looking at him as if Jean hung the damn moon and stars.

They’re almost back at the hotel when Jean realizes Reiner has disappeared in the crowd.

“Hey, where did that oaf go? Don’t tell me he got lost again.” He looks around, telling himself he’s not panicking. It’s just a big new city. Full of strangers and dark alleys. Reiner will be fine on his own, won’t he?

“He said he’s going to a jewelry store. He wanted to buy a ring,” Armin replies.

“A ring?” Jean furrows his brows. “He doesn’t wear rings.”

“Not for him. For you.” Armin rolls his eyes with a playful smile.

Jean needs a moment for this information to sink in.

“Don’t tell me he thought that was for real.”

“Of course he thought that was for real. That’s why I was trying to stop you. Don’t you remember how many times he proposed to Historia just because she was being nice to him?”

Annie grabs Jean’s tie, dragging him down to her eye level. Which means Jean is almost bent in half.

“Break his heart, and I’ll break your face,” she hisses, and Jean chuckles nervously in response.

He then straightens his back, fixes his tie and… starts running in the direction of the closest jewelry store. Shit shit shit.

#reijean #reiner x jean #veecanons #aruani

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battle-sister-ames · 4 months

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A Celestian Sacresant in all her glory. Black and red robes in the Order of Our Martyred Lady signify a Celestian, the most skilled special forces among a Sororitas Order. Sacresants are bodyguards, their shields guarding an officer or sanctum.

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #warhammercommunity #miniature painting #painting warhammer #painting #adepta sororitas #sisters of battle

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cockodemon · 2 months

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