#caffran
Photo
Inktober day 14 Caffran as Zero #inktober2018day14 #inktober2018 #inktoberday14 #inktober #nightmarebeforechristmas #zero #caffran #ink #inkpawz #inkpawzart https://www.instagram.com/p/BpXZVNMH-Yc/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1kdze3sxjqki7
#inktober2018day14#inktober2018#inktoberday14#inktober#nightmarebeforechristmas#zero#caffran#ink#inkpawz#inkpawzart
1 note
·
View note
Text
Caffran and Criid
Characters from the Guant’s Ghosts series of books.
I still haven’t gotten over what happened...
Feel free to leave a like at my other pages as well.
Patreon
Cromwell300
https://www.patreon.com/join/cromwell300
Facebook:
Ziegler’s Art Page
https://m.facebook.com/Cromwell300/
Twitter
Cromwell300
https://mobile.twitter.com/AndrewZ24597481
Deviantart:
Cromwell300
https://www.deviantart.com/cromwell300
Tumblr
Ziegler’s Art Page
https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/cromwell300
Instagram
Cromwell300
https://www.instagram.com/cromwell300
17 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Blood Pact- Part 9
@the-fluffy-underbelly
TWENTY-FIVE
The Net Closes
“You just make it all up, at two crowns a notice. It’s just like the portraits. You just make it all up.” But does it matter that it’s made up, if it helps?
“I’m no hero, Jaume,” said Gaunt.” Oh yes you are, Gaunt. You just think too little of yourself.
“But I can see where I can’t see,” That is a good way to find it. Find the area where there’s an absence, if there’s only one of them.
“Criid had run her hands across the jet silk of one of the dresses that Jaume was showing her, and thought how ironic it was that she was selecting clothes to allow her to play the part of a widow, when, inside, she’d been a widow since the Gereon Liberation.” ;_; she and Caffran didn’t ever get married, did they? but they were more or less spouses.
“Forget the crustuko, Criid thought. Look at the almond sepis. What a glorious thing.” Of course she’d distracted by the desserts. She must be starving!
“A life time ago in the schola progenium on Ignacius Cardinal, two little boys in a draughty corridor.” A nicely done call back. There’s enough context if you didn’t read First and Only or if you forgot it, but if you did, it’s a nice reference.
“Two more men had closed in behind them from the direction of the cloakroom. To Criid’s horror, they had precisely the same face as the first man.” Oh great, it’s them.
TWENTY-SIX
A Place That Isn’t There
“They both knew they were talking about nothing, that this idle chat between two men, who had become good friends and comrades in the five years since their regiments had been amalgamated, was all that stood between them and screaming frustration.” At least they’ve got that. Otherwise they’d probably go nuts more often.
“Neither Kolea nor Baskevyl had ever known the famous Tanith scouts to be so adrift. They had both read what amounted to a helpless fury in Mkoll’s eyes.” That’s really not good. Poor Mkoll. It’s not his fault, though. It’s the witch.
“Gaunt had heard the gossip. At a senior staff dinner, just a week earlier, he’d torpedoed the rumours with such phlegmatic humour and outrageous disrespect for the system that all the officers around the long tables, Baskevyl and Kolea included, had been quite crippled by mirth.” I kind of wish he’d written this bit out. It’d probably be hilarious.
“Criid kicked him in the face. Despite the heavy trains of her slighted mourning, she rotated enough to smash her foot into his mouth. He crashed backwards into the truck’s wall.” Oh, good, he needed that.
“I’ve just thought of one tiny detail that makes this business a thousand times worse.” Oh, no. That’s not good.
TWENTY-SEVEN
Famous Battlefields of the Balhaut War
“Karhunan pointed down at the doorstep, and Gnesh saw the sigil that had been scratched in the wood and inked with blood: a blood ward, and a lethal booby-trap. Kreeg had stepped right over it.” Sometimes it’s handy to have someone who knows blood magic around.
“Probably not. Our comms went down. We’ve managed to locate an alternate resource, thanks to our bestest new friend, Mr. Csoni.” Bestest? really, Rawne?
“And you will cry like a little girl if I have to shoot you somewhere semi-vital below the waist,” said Rawne, “so do as Daur says and shut the feth up, Meryn.” Meryn is not popular in this book. Good, he’s terrible.
“You know the full version of that blessing is ‘The Emperor protects the virtuous’, don’t you?” asked Varl as they ran for the car.
“Yeah?” said Meryn. “Well, we’re screwed then.” LOL, yeah, you probably are.
“He went down about sixty metres that way on the western palisades. Then they dragged his corpse another hundred metres, and ritually dismembered it. I bet that isn’t on the tour.” They don’t generally include those details, no.
“Gaunt, the Commissar of the Hyrkans,” said the docent. “He died taking down the Tower.” Right...
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
I hope every one is down for Welsh Space Ninjas on their dash because oh my god
GG is back and it’s an early story so there might be Corbec and Caffran and BRAGG
And Rawne is going to be hilariously bitchy about everyone, except now it’s going to be even funnier because now we know he ends up loving them A L L
#Gaunt’s Ghosts#I am unbelievably excited right now#I was gearing up to go sleep but now I am the most awake I’ve been possibly this year
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
Tona, you’re a good person. And one who did their best to keep their life out of the criminal avenues too. Like, good on you girl! Also, hello Caffran.
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
It's real Be Sad About Caffran Hours, lads
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
The feeling when you re-read a book, and it presents a characters name, and you suddenly remember all the shit that's going to happen to her, and you have to stop reading so you don't break into tears
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Peoples Mic Podcast #117 W/ Bobbi Misick/ Joel C/ Doug Caffran/ Samm Kumar
0 notes
Text
Greatest WH40k romances
Troopers Caffran and Criid. They literally make Ibram Gaunt go "d'awwwwwwww".
14 notes
·
View notes
Photo
Working on wings for the Caffran Plush #caffran #plush #plushie #stuffedanimal #stuffedwolf #stuffedCaffran #WorkinProgress #inkpawzart #inkpawz
1 note
·
View note
Photo
Dinner time! SpokAnthro has been amazing so far! #spokanthro #spokanthro2019 #inkpawzart #inkpawz #molpy #caffran https://www.instagram.com/p/B1h9SXSp7Vx/?igshid=6hgww1hoqj3
0 notes
Text
The Armor of Contempt- Part 16
@the-fluffy-underbelly
VII
“I think they’re dead,” he said. “Just junk hanging there.” Rawne, being way more casual about wirewolves than I would be.
“What I just did. I just walked in there. We found the door and I just walked in there. You were getting a cover team ready, but I didn’t wait. I just walked in.” At least you realize you were dumb, Kolea?
“Life’s going to get you killed,” said Varl. “Come the feth on with you.” How.. comforting?
“I left it too late before this started. My fear was, I’d left it too late full stop. Because the lad might die, I’d never get the chance to put things right. Never occurred to me it might work the other way around.” A) He knows you’re his dad, it’s an open secret and B) MAYBE YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE TAKEN SO LONG!
“Glass pots of blood had been left in various locations as offerings, and their contents were starting to putrefy and separate.” Oh, gross.
“Not for the first time, Caffran saw evidence of vermin eating vermin. That was a testament, if one was needed, of how low Gereon had slipped. It was so spent and exhausted that the only thing left for the rats to eat was other rats.” More evidence of how badly off it is.
“The stylised “I” of the Inquisition.” Don’t worry, the Inquisition is here! (Worry. Worry a lot.)
VIII
“ The mill’s vanes weren’t just rotating because the wind had picked up.” That’s no good. At all.
“ Cirk started looking around. What clues or evidence she was searching for was beyond Gaunt. She had far more experience than he did of the esoteric practices of the Gereon resistance.” Oh, it’s the good guys. Still creepy.
It does make sense that the resistance would leave maps and such in ways that don’t look like anything. It’s the best way to hide in plain sight.
“The sky was blotchy and very threatening. The thunder that had been grumbling ever closer was now a regular rumble, and the clouds along the western skyline had an underbelly full of hazy, ugly light.” Oh great. Rain.
“Yeah, it does. Untill,” he said, looking up at Gaunt. “Eszrah will be pleased.” Yay! Back to the marshes!
IX
Oh great. The Chaos tank is back.
“Larkin was snuggled up there, long-las resting on the lip of the wall. He was calmly watching the tank through his scope. Brostin was nearby, smoking a lho-stick as if he was waiting for his discharge papers. His flamer and its tanks lay on the grass next to him.” Nothing’s going to worry them here. They’re a lot more used to danger than I am.
“Gonry was a sweet sort, and she knew he had a little bit of a crush on her. That helped. He did everything she told him as quickly as he could.” Awww, that’s adorable.
Criid just shuts him down completely. Good for her.
“Gaunt took a step back. “Holy Terra, I’m not. That’s not what I’m doing. I’m questioning your humanity, Faragut. If this is new to you, tell me! I need to know. It’s all right to be scared, but I need to know!”” I... guess that’s a pep talk?
“I would like to be somewhere else,” Brostin remarked, lighting another smoke.” He says, not moving.
“Trailing a fat wake of white smoke, the rocket barked off from his launcher and missed the advancing tank entirely. It went off so wild, anyone would have thought Gonry was working for the enemy.” Oops.
“Gonry reached down for his satchel of rockets and his head vanished. Criid was facing him as it happened, and it seemed like one of Vad’s conjuring tricks. A puff of red, and bang, no head. Gonry’s headless body slowly fell away and hit the ground.” Oh no.
““Feth, Tona!” Larkin replied. “I want to be running. Bros has the right idea.” Criid looked around. Brostin, tanks slung over his wide shoulders, was thumping up the hill into the hamlet.” Now he’s going.
“Wounded, hurt, the beast sat back and fired on the hamlet of Cayfer until it was reduced to smoking rubble.” Oh no!
X
“In the distance behind them, in the failing daylight, the beast’s gun was demolishing Cayfer. Gaunt’s section scurried away through the grasslands towards the woods.” Oh good, they all survived.
“Unkynde,” announced one of them. Gaunt winced.” Oh no, they don’t like Eszrah anymore :(
“The stones had been piled up in a makeshift manner, but the purpose was clear, even in the dying light. It was a tomb, a barrow for the fallen.
“Oh, great Throne above me,” Mkoll whispered.
He had seen the inscription. It was cut into a block in the middle of the heap.
“Feth,” Gaunt murmured as he read what Mkoll had seen.
The inscription was simple.
MkVenner.” ;_;
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Armor of Contempt- Part 14
@the-fluffy-underbelly
IV
“Criid simply snatched the stick grenade out of the dead thing’s hands and threw it through the open doorway opposite. There was some vague hope in his head that the wall of the room would take the brunt of the blast.” It’s all you can do. Desperate times, desperate measures.
“Criid looked at Merrt, and then put his foot on his own lasrifle, which was lying on the ground, and slid it as fiercely as he could across the landing to the Tanith. Merrt grabbed it.” Brave, smart, and nice. Total package.
“Criid dabbed at his bruised face. His whole head, face and collar bones ached and throbbed from the frenzied beating he’d taken. His jaw, mouth and one eye were swollen, and his lips were split and sore. Blood from grazes and abrasions had dried on his skin. It felt as if he’d torn a muscle in his neck in his efforts to twist his face away from the fists.” Ow, ow, ow!
“Perhaps it was the blessing of the God-Emperor that allowed Caffran to watch over Criid. Criid didn’t object, but he wondered why Caffran? Why not his ma, or his real father?” The God-Emperor works in mysterious ways. (Also, ffs, Dalin knows that Kolea’s his dad, why not just say it!)
“Hundreds of thousands of Imperial Guardsmen were sweeping forwards in fast flowing rivers of bodies along the roads and out across the bridges to assault the wall. AT 137 went with them.” Great, more fighting that’s just throwing people at the enemy until they get drowned in bodies.
HUNTERS
I
“The dreams’ll get you here, every time. Keep saying your prayers.” Not sure if prayers will help, but ok.
“This world’s been a long time without the ministry of the Throne,” Zweil said. “It needs a damn good blessing, every last soul and beetle and pebble and wildflower. The tall fellow is acquainting me with the local flora, so that I can be quite specific in my prayers.” ;_; He’s trying to bless the planet back to health. ;_;
“Now then,” Zweil said, turning the pages of the old book. “The prayer of a mother, for her offspring, under the eyes of the God-Emperor…” And he helps Tona and Dalin ;_;
II
“We will, of course, have to keep them interned. Envoys of the Inquisition will be arriving in the next few days.” Because the Inquisition will help and not fuck things up at all.
270 people survived to be liberated out of thirty thousand. That’s... a very high casualty rate, though not out of the ordinary considering Chaos.
"Another trick of the wind, perhaps, was the sizzling static crackles that blistered the air from time to time, and appeared to be associated with the glare of the sun.” Oh, no, that’s some kind of fuckery.
“Gereon was no longer a place afflicted with the brutal early onset of a disease or an infection. This was the terminal phase of waste and corruption.” Exactly.
“The ruin of an air-mill sat in the centre of the place, its still vanes like tattered wings. Air-mills were common in the agri-provinces. They’d seen several ruined mills during their march.” I suppose that’s scifi talk for windmills.
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Armor of Contempt- Part 10
@the-fluffy-underbelly
Enemy Country
I
“Even at a distance, they could hear the fetch-hounds baying in the pens inside the town. The dogs could smell them coming. They shivered the pale daylight with their yowling.” So much for stealth.
“He’d always vowed to return. He’d always vowed to come back and deliver what the resistance and the people of Gereon had deserved from day one, from the very first Day of Pain. He had no idea what Day of Pain it was now, though he estimated somewhere in the low two thousands. Far too long. Far too late, perhaps.” Of course Gaunt takes his vow this seriously. (Also, the first hint of them being too late.)
“Gaunt hadn’t visited this part of the country on his previous stay, so he couldn’t compare directly, but it seemed like everything had fallen into dismal ruin. Everything was spoiled somehow, stained, contaminated. The sky, the ground, the vegetation, the weather. The noxious imprint of the invaders permeated everything.” That is the problem when Chaos invades. Their mere presence corrupts everything.
“Brostin will be pleased. Presumably you want this to happen once we’ve taken the town? The fields catching fire will be a bit of a giveaway that we’re here.” Brostin would be thrilled, on many levels.
II
“So this, Caffran thought, is the famous Gereon at last.” I do feel bad for Caffran, feeling so apart from Tona Criid in not knowing what happened there.
“The members of the Sturm mission still kept themselves a little bit aloof.” So, at least the other Ghosts know what the mission objective was. Or was it more open than that, after they came back? I can’t remember.
“No, Caffran didn’t doubt it had been a tough tour, but other things in the cosmos were tough too. Missing Tona for all that time, for example, and friends like Bonin, Varl and Larks. Thinking they were dead and never coming back. Thinking Gaunt was dead. Command had taken the Ghosts apart because of that, and only put them back together again when he returned like a…” I do like the acknowledgment that the ones left behind got hurt, too, since they assumed the whole group was dead.
“It was months spent getting over Gaunt’s death only to find out that he was back. It was like reverse grief. Caffran almost resented it, and he wasn’t the only one.” It would be hard.
“They’d exorcise Gereon together, and get back to where they had been.” :(
“Caffran knew others had experienced the same thing. Varl and Kolea had been close for ever, and Varl was the biggest mouth in the company, but since Varl had come back, even Kolea hadn’t managed to get him to open up about Gereon.” Ok, now I ship them. (Varl and Kolea, I mean)
“Dalin. Feth!” And now he feels even worse, since he neglected to worry about his kid.
“Gaunt had told him this was Gereon, that they were going back to Gereon, but this wasn’t Gereon. It was a dead place. He could smell the death-stink in it, as surely as a man could smell the deathstink from another man raddled with disease.” Eszrah can feel that the planet is dying. That’s not good.
III
“Since when was Mkoll not in position?” Mkoll would be in position totally blind with both hands behind his back.
““Of course. Sorry,” Hark said. “I was just telling the boy. A commissar with a whip—”
“Had better not show up when I’m around,” Gaunt said. “This isn’t the Dark Ages.”
“Oh,” smiled Hark blithely, “I rather think it is.”” Hark’s right, of course. And we know there’s at least one whip-wielding commissar around.
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Armor of Contempt- Part 6
@the-fluffy-underbelly
XIV
“He always misremembered the sheer blackness of space. He would think of it as a rich, solid, substantial black, and picture it in his mind’s eye, and then when he saw it again, he was always surprised. It was a black like no other, admitting no form or variance, but of impossible depth. The light of stars and other objects, simply sat against it, hard and contained and tiny. Starlight itself ran off the background black like water down a wall.” Very poetic.
“Commissar-General Balshin” Oh, hey, Balshin. I like her!
“Sabbatine Cirk” Oh, right, she’s here, too. Makes sense, since they’re back at Gereon, but man, do I not like her most of the time.
XV
“Soldiers of the Imperium,” he cried, consciously altering a phrase that had once begun “Men of Tanith…”, “do you want to live forever?” I do like that it picks out that he changed it. He couldn’t keep the old version, what with there being people from three worlds and women now in the Ghosts.
Zweil is dead-set on going to Gereon, to bless it, I think.
“Hark had joined them. Criid and Caffran were with him. Their eyes were hard, hurt. Gaunt breathed deeply. He had been dreading this moment.” They’re worried about their son. :(
XVI
And they’re right to be, because he’s not fighting alongside the Ghosts, he’s fighting alongside his RIP unit. Who are, most likely, way less disciplined.
“He looked at Varl, and held out his left hand. A Tanith cap badge, deliberately dulled with soot, lay cupped in the palm.” Kolea was going to give Dalin a cap badge :(
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
His Last Command- Part 4
@the-fluffy-underbelly
SIX
“By the grace of the God-Emperor, this hearing is closed.” Very sudden! And we hear no more testimony from any of the others. Whatever happened on Gereon between the books is barely explained. I wish we’d gotten more details, but on the other hand, the vagueness opens avenues for fic.
Van Voytz pulled a lot of strings, which he’s very vague about.
“A special honour or decoration may be approved eventually.” Maybe. Possibly. But don’t hold your breath.
“In the last twelve months, the Second Front has lost thirty-two per cent more to taint or suspected taint than during the previous phase. Whole units are deserting the field. Some are even changing sides.” Well, that’s deeply not good.
“The Tanith First was your last command.” Sort of title drop!
“ You can’t go back to commanding the Tanith First, because the Tanith First doesn’t exist anymore.” Oh shit! What happened to them?
SEVEN
“Crookshank Thrice-wrought was hunting. The urge to do so was knotting his omnivorous stomach and needling at the tiny, primitive lump of his brain. Quietly, he clambered his great bulk along a ridge of broken ruby quartz. The only sounds he made were the slight clicks of his thick claws against the quartz, the low wheeze of his phlegmy lungs.” Obviously some weird, creepy thing. And in the step cities. Perhaps they’re the problem?
There’s mines in a place once swept and found clean. Someone’s really sneaky.
Who the feth made Meryn captain?
“Flyn Meryn was as fond of giving orders now as he had been as a lowly squad leader. In Caffran’s opinion, Wilder hadn’t made many mistakes during the mix, but Meryn’s promotion was surely one.” Oh, yeah. Major mistake.
“ Vaguely humanoid, with stunted legs and vast arms and shoulders, the once-wrought weighed around four hundred kilos. The raw, pink flesh of his broad chest was smeared with blood, and tatters of meat dangled from his huge, underbiting snout. Patches of long, black hair trailed from a flat, almost indented scalp that still showed the healing scars of surgery, and hung down across tiny, pig-eyes that glinted behind an implanted iron visor.” Well, that’s gross.
Jessi Banda’s a good shot! And she’s dating Meryn. Another mistake. Seriously, why would she date him. He’s bargain basment Rawne, at best.
“ Braden Baskevyl, Wilder’s number two and a keen promoter of esprit de corps, had spent most of the last evening in camp encouraging a little improvisation between the regimental musicians. Belladon fifes and Tanith pipes. It sounded like a disenchanted cat being elaborately stabbed in a sack.” LOL.
“ He pitied the Tanith First for the body-blows it had taken on Herodor and afterwards, but sometimes he was secretly a little glad the other guy was dead. His job would have been so much harder if any hope had remained.” Do I have news for him.
4 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
nnalien
Nnalien
lovesworthrunningto
Kit (they/them)
horizonlandscape
Horizon landscapes
tidytexans
Tidy Texans
deccix
Dexxie