I Have Things I Want Art Of That I Am A Mix Of Unwilling And Unable To Pay Someone Else To Do, So I Do

A message to queer adults!!

Stop making queer kids feel like they're going to die. Spread information and help links, please, but never, NEVER make a kid need to experience such existential dread.

Tell them how to be safe, not what will happen if they aren't.

Help them proceed instead of explaining why they'll be pushed back.

Teach them how to survive, not how they could die.

Edit: okay, WOW this actually got some attention!!! Here’s some things I wanna clarify

I don’t like risks should be ignored

kids shouldn’t be shielded from knowledge of potential threats

AND KEEP YOU AND YOUR LOVED ONES SAFE IF YOU CAN!!!!!!

The working conditions aren't great, but they throw morale-boosting pizza parties every month.

I think it's funny how in Warhammer, Nurgle's domain is just so much less appealing than the other three Chaos Gods, so to compensate they just made it canon that Nurgle is a cool boss. Like yes, he will give you turbo syphilis, but he's the kind of god you could have a beer with. In the Warhammer universe, people fall to darkness because they become overwhelmed by violence, become incredibly horny, desire terrible arcane knowledge, or because they didn't get a raise even though they've been going above and beyond at work this year.

The US certainly did play a huge role in beating the Nazis, too. The Leand-Lease act sent billions of dollars worth of supplies across the Atlantic, which was a major factor in the allied victory. Roughly 30% of the trucks, bombers, and fighters used by the Soviet Union by the end of the war were US-supplied, not to mention the immense amount of food shipped over.

We did beat them, not with guns but with farms and factories (and then we helped with the guns part at the end).

Abolish Tesla.

The Emperor's Children are a legion of femboys, of course they love cuddles.

Jokes aside, the background lore you gave is giving me inspiration for my Sons of the Phoenix army.

Space Marine Cuddle Pile PT 2

Continuation of this. PT 3.

@wolf-feathers12 you owe me fifty cookies and I’m gluten free

Imagine:

Titus is not quite new anymore to the watch. He’s slowly opening up to his squad mates but still is apprehensive. The mission has been a success and his squad wants to celebrate. They worked well together. But Titus does not wish to participate. He is bitter and mournful. News that the Primarch, Roboute Guilliman, had returned came through a few days ago. He was overjoyed at hearing that. But he doesn’t get to celebrate. Not when he’s dishonored his chapter. Not when he’s a black shield. Not when he can’t celebrate with his brothers. Before he can go to the training cages, a squad mate pulls him back, not taking no for an answer. He may have not told them his chapter and was using another name but they can tell how hard the last few days have been. Rather than celebrating they all huddle together, one with another. They miss each of their chapters and brothers. But they can find comfort in one another. It’s a moment of reprieve for the ex-captain’s broken heart.

As an Emperors’ children you are far more prone to cuddling than one might think. You were always underestimated. Many scoffed at your legion and chalked you up to pompous and egotistical men. Some of that was true but it didn’t make it hurt any less. Even more hurtful was the rejection of your Primarch. He didn’t want you or your brothers. He would not lead. You all were so desperate that some followed his clone when he showed up. You’re all scattered and trying what you can to make Fulgrim proud and have him return. Sometimes the rejection hurts so much you’ll curl up together in a pile. Pretending the weight is your Primarch, welcoming you back and saying that you’ve done well. That you’re worthy of his love. Those who are a part of war bands tend to be flock to bigger Astartes. Craving large and warm arms to wrap around you and say it’s okay. You’re not useless or worthless. You’re not an object or disposable.

Little known fact about Iron Warriors. You will cuddle anyone but your own legion. You’re so touch starved and refuse to ask for it due to how the chapter is. Cuddling your brothers? Revolting. Your Primarch won’t do it. Cold and refusing to show any weakness. But the minute any other traitor Astartes wants to start a pile or even a daemon or cultist request a hug, you’re there. You will not say anything and you’re definitely not saying no. You will just join in. If you see a cuddle pile you won’t ask, you’re suddenly in the middle. Emperor’s Children tend to like Iron Warrior’s for this reason. Might as well write “Free Hugs” on the back of their armor.

Newly joined Blood Angels feeling the psychic wound of their genefathers death. The looming of the red thirst and the chance of falling to the black rage. Their new brothers hold them in a large mass. Safe and warm to let them know that they’re not alone. They all feel the pain. They all mourn their father and fallen brethren. They all share it. So they share their hugs and affection.

Black Templars having massive sermons where the chaplain gets emotional and they all hold one another as they recite prayers. Hold each other up. Being strong like Dorn. Their Primarch isn’t here but they are here for each other.

Night Lords will cram themselves into dark and tight places to hide, entangled in each other’s arms. Their Primarch was mad and didn’t care for them. They have to care for each other. Everything they do is vile and violent. Except for this. Ever so gentle touches, protective embraces, the most tender of running hands through hair, gentle head butting. They are one of the most affectionate legions but only with each other. Silent as they relish in each other’s deep rooted sadness and hatred for themselves and solace of being with one another.

Lorgar finally has a moment of silence as the word bearers are escorted away from Monarchia by the Ultramarines. The emperor’s wrath had been fierce. He ends up dropping to his knees and pulling his closest son into an embrace. The others around him move forward without thinking. He pulls so many into his arms, has them laying their heads on his shoulders and back. Pressing their cheeks and foreheads to his own as he cries prayers he wrote. They were innocent! Loyal to him! He had done this for him! All that work! It was a gift! A tribute! He just burned it away! Killed them all. Rejected it. He’s in so much pain and anger but having his sons close eases it a bit.

Magnus clings to his sons. They don’t react as dust swirls within the armor. Foolish stupid Ahriman. He had managed to save the remaining few and bring them into the warp. Relieved that they all weren’t dead. This seemed worse though. He presses a kiss to the top of one’s helmet, praying that there’s some bit of conscious in there. Those that were unaffected are huddled behind him as his new wings caress them.

He wasn’t very affectionate. Mortarion had grown up shying away from it and he rarely indulged in cuddle piles. But after so many had died from horrid plagues and sicknesses, he had to pledge himself to Nurgle. It didn’t matter though. His sons were saved and himself. He had sat himself on the ground and big then to come forth. Some were nuzzled into his side, a few rested their heads on his torso. He was surrounded by his sons. Safe. He didn’t care what it had taken or what would happen next.

Unless you top, in which case you get "Iron Without."

If you fuck an iron warrior this pops up

I have two separate armies using Codex: Space Marines, and you could tell them apart from a glance of the army lists, without even looking at the paintjobs (and ignoring divergent chapter units).

I will never understand why people put Space Marines as a "beginners faction". Literally no army allows you to collect 2000+ points worth of gamepieces that do not interact or synergize with each other. Not even talking about building a "competitive" list here, but just about having the pieces work together with the whole thing having base functionality.

Space Marines is literally the worst faction to start with as a new player. It's 10 different armies in a trenchcoat and they do not overlap as much as you'd think they do in what they use and how they use it; all while the game is balanced around assuming you know what you are doing here. This is also the main reason "generic space marine" win rates are usually so low. People get baited into what might possibly the the least beginner-friendly faction because SOMEHOW there persists the idea of them being the "starter army", and then they obviously get stomped.

I can imagine Fulgrim looking a little uncanny (to quote a forum thread not even slightly related, he should be "straddling the line between alluring and disturbing"). But he shouldn't look ugly. He should be beautiful, but with this creeping feeling underneath, that something isn't quite right.

Did you see Snek Fulgrim back? This is a masterpiece! This is why Lucius, Saul, favius etc. has beautiful arses 😄

Yeah, I've seen this and to be honest, I don't really know how to feel about it.

The sculptor, who did this model, said in an interview, he made Fulgrim's face ugly on purpose (because Chaos, yadda, yadda), despite him being described as beautiful in the novels (yes, even the demonic version. Terrifyingly beautiful - and the new miniature's mug is anything but beautiful).

So this overdimensional gluteus maximus (that isn't needed for a snake) smacks of ridiculing Fulgrim and pigeonholing him into something, because it doesn't come from a place of love by its creator.

Yeah, I know, I may be overinterpreting things here, but that's just how I feel.

If you love the model - absolutely all the power to you!

But I won't buy it. Those are my Fulgrim-minis and when my hobbyspace is up and running again, I will paint them.

I feel like Death Guard would be the type to cuddle a lot, given Nurgle's temperament. I'm fairly sure I heard something about how certain more durable suits of terminator armor are especially coveted because they allow the marines to cuddle the beasts of Nurgle for longer.

Um hi! Hope you're doing well. I love your stories of astartes cuddle piles. I saw in your bio that requests were open. Would it be possible to see more chaos space marines cuddling? I find the idea so contradictory and it's fascinating. Hope you have a good day!

Space Marine Cuddle Pile - Part 5: CSM Edition

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Cultists wondering why a section of the walkway is void of anyone and no one will walk through it. They barely take one step in and are met with hissing. They immediately leave to find another path. Hidden in a small recess, like sardines in a can or a clown car, man Nightlords are crammed together. Nestled into each other's embraces, gentle touches, no talking. They only need each other and their company.

The only two World Eaters in a warband have walked past each other at least three times now. They just growl and nod at each other. On the fourth time, they lunge at one another as if to attack. They don't as they embrace each other and crouch on the ground. Fuming and patting each other's backs. It's doing what it needs to.

A group of word bearers cuddle pile is like a stereotypical sleepover. Talking about what daemon they'd like to possess them. Squealing over heretical scripture they've written for their primarch or one of the ruinous powers. Mapping out new tattoos of sermons on each other's skin. Face masks to prevent their tattoos from being destroyed. The blood of sacrifices painted on toenails to help with rituals. Having a seance or games of contacting the dead. Don't forget the pillow fights.

Black legion marines are angry at a pitiful defeat. They should have been better. They lost so many supplies. They only managed to pick up a random and very cold iron warrior they didn't like much. He didn't like them either, and that was fine. They start somewhat of a pile, but it doesn't feel like it should. It's not very comforting. Suddenly, the Iron Warrior is there. He says nothing as he climbs into the pile and holds marines smaller than him. A calm grows over them..

Deathguard cuddle piles are hard to spot. Is it a regular pile of nurglings? Or is there a space marine cuddle pile hiding underneath? Grandfather Nurgle loves this new aspect the marines have brought. What better way to share his gifts than being close to those you love? He holds Mortarion like a baby when he's upset.

A Drukhari is screaming to be released from this vile torture and that these mon keigh are ruthless, horrid, and crazed. This is the most cruel and terrible thing yet. The Emperor's Children just purr, content. They will not let him out of the cuddle pile. He's like a fleshy sock monkey, and he was cold!

Thousand Son sorcerers grabbing those affected by the rubric for a cuddle pile. Once in them, their affected breatheren go limp like a ragdoll or stiff like a doll. There's still a bond within those shells of armor. Most thousand sons will also not admit to still sleeping with a stuffy or toy at night. After nearly ten milennia, they have become tattered or broken. A battle brother will do instead.

You may think that now it's time for the Alpha Legion cuddle pile. You already got it. There's been at least one in each pile thus far. Yes, it was Alpharius.

A mix of the fact that Russbis looking for some "tree of life" and the fact that GW often feels like it's doing everything it can to ignore xeno factions.

Ok gotta know where the fuck in the 40K community did this idea that specifically Leman Russ is gonna rescue Isha from Nurgle

Sauce for art.