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fmab · 3 months
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Huntmaster
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magistralucis · 2 months
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Headcanon that the current Solemnace crew all have Waist Inventory™, taking after their overlord, who still carries his curios in this manner despite also having free access to such things as dimensional pockets and tessarect labyrinths. We know the Huntmaster canonically carries his trophies like this, and since Sannet apparently fashions his writing implements out of his own necrodermis, it doesn't sound too far-fetched that he might keep field notes and the like in a similar fashion. Ashkut could have a chronomancer prod there or something. The possibilities are endless
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I bet he'd be delighted by the concept of a fanny pack
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psystirene · 3 months
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Slugcat Shipruary 4 - Love Letter Using my Spearmaster design, @whippiekippy's Hunter design and a random TINY slugpup <3
Love Letter is extremely cute. Are these messengers off duty or are they just meeting up whenever their paths can cross? Anyways in this situation they're caring for a slugpup together, resting after a long cycle. Their missions have been accomplished, but they're not returning to their iterators just yet. Kip told me that xir Hunter design is part red lizard and as such bigger than average, I think I might have gone a bit too far with that but uhm. In my defense. GLIZZY???
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ghostinthegallery · 3 months
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Second prompt fill for @beril66! Let's have a little fun with this one XD
"Please hold me" for Trazyn/Orikan
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Solemnace was a planet constantly perched on the precipice of disaster. The wrong stasis breach or mechanical malfunction could spell instant doom for the great museum world. Ashkut faced that reality each day as Solemnace’s Royal Warden. But if Overlord Trazyn decided in his wisdom to house every possible superweapon, demi-god, and monstrosity in the galaxy in once collection, it was Ashkut’s job to ensure he and Solemnace survived the process.
Sometimes he simply wished the job was easier.
The planet’s alarm system alerted Ashkut that there was unusual activity deep within the galleries. Not the display areas, but the “stacks” as the crypteks called the network of storage rooms and study areas near the planet’s inert core. What alarm did not tell him was what kind of unusual activity he might face. 
Ashkut summoned a company of immortals to accompany him down the labyrinthine hallways. Perhaps he was being overly cautious. The alert might be nothing. Intruders did not make it this far without Lord Trazyn’s approval—whether or not they knew they had it. Most likely it was a stasis field failure causing the planet to think there was an intruder where there was only a loose exhibit, which more likely than not was harmless. He thanked all the stars they were nowhere near the tyranid wing.
As he turned a corner he stopped short. Two figures stood before a door, arguing in hushed tones. The first was Sannet, nervously rubbing his fingers together. The other was the Huntmaster, who turned towards the warden and his retinue.
“Ah, warden. Perfect timing,” Huntmaster said. “We need a vote to break the tie.”
“Tie?” Ashkut looked between the two fellow members of Solmnace’s court, alarm glyph still flashing in the corner of his vision. “What is going on here?”
Sannet pointed a shaking hand at the door.  “Lord Trazyn is inside.” 
“Alright,” Ashkut replied slowly.
“He isn’t alone,” Sannet stammered.
That wasn’t exactly unusual. Lord Trazyn occasionally showed people his collection. How willing they were to view it varied, but it was hardly a danger.
Huntmaster jerked his thumb towards the room. “The Diviner’s in there with him.”
“WHAT?” Ashkut roared. “And you two are just standing there?”
He moved to shove past the two fools, but Huntmaster grabbed his shoulder. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. We heard clanging.”
“Clanging,” Ashkut repeated, trying to figure out how that could possibly be relevant when his lord was currently stuck alone in a room with his mortal enemy.
“Clanging,” Huntmaster confirmed, as if that explained anything.
“It could have been a fight,” Sannet said. “Or…”
“Or not a fight,” Huntmaster said.
“Or that.” Sannet shuddered. “But still, we should check!”
“There’s been no call for aid.”
“That could mean Lord Trazyn is in danger and unable to summon any!” Sannet cried.
“Good point. After you then.” Huntmaster extended his arm. Sannet did not move.
Ashkut snapped, “What are you two talking about?” 
Huntmaster tilted his head. “Why warden, I did not think you were so naive. Has no one explained amorous affairs? They can get awfully noisy. I also feel obliged to tell you that typically those engaged prefer not to be disturbed.”
“Are you two trying to tell me that you know Lord Trazyn is inside that room, with a well established enemy, and you two are standing here doing nothing because you cannot decide if they are fighting or….” Ashkut stared at the cryptek and the deathmark in disbelief. “Have you not scried the room?”
“Disabled.” Huntmaster shrugged.
“We did hear something break,” Sannet offered.
“Well there you have it!” Ashkut said. “Lord Trazyn would never allow an artifact on Solemnace to be damaged.”
“That’s the storage room for spare Astartes helmets,” Huntmaster pointed out. “Even his lordship knows he could stand to lose a few of those.”
Ashkut shook his head. “Enough of this. You two may be content to stand out here bickering and neglecting your duties, but I am not.” 
He grabbed each one by the shoulder and pulled them apart, clearing the way to the plain, sliding door. He supposed he should not be too harsh with Sannet. Orikan the Diviner’s last intrusion on Solemnace had nearly ended with Sannet torn apart by a hive tyrant. It was only natural the old curator would not want to run into him again. Ashkut had nearly been killed at the astromancer’s hands himself, but that was no excuse not to face him if he threatened Solemnace or its overlord.
Although on the off chance Huntmaster was right, Ashkut left the immortals behind as he commanded the door to open.
The storage room was dark, lined with shelf upon shelf of astartes helmets in every imaginable color. Ashkut could not see the end of them. He stepped forward and drew his warscythe from its dimensional sheath, letting its glow light his path.
His foot hit something solid. A helmet, knocked from its place. There were more littering the floor before him. Ashkut increased the energy flow to his perception suite. Then he heard it. A definite…clanging sound. Ashkut ran towards it, keeping his tread light. He wanted to keep the element of surprise should he need it.
When he rounded a corner he again saw two figures. Though it took him a moment to realize it was in fact two and not one mass of metal. Limbs tangled together, nodes flashed, and loose tiles torn from mantles fell to the floor.
“Bastard,” hissed an unmistakable voice. One of Orikan’s claws raked across his Trazyn’s back, rending his cloak and leaving a shallow gash in the necrodermis below. The warden gripped his weapon tighter.
“Now Orikan.” Trazyn hoisted the cryptek up and shoved him against the wall. “Is that any way to speak to your host?”
Ashkut prepared to charge.
“I want to hear you ask nicely.”
Ashkut paused.
Orikan’s legs wrapped around Trazyn’s waist. Trazyn pressed him harder against the wall, holding him in place as his tail curled around one of the overlord’s legs. Beyond that, Ashkut could not see, but he did hear a noise that he could only liken to a poor quality recording of an animal in heat.
“Please,” Orikan groaned.
“Better, love. Please what?”
“Touch me.”
“Of course.”
“Please, hold me.”
Ashkut suddenly felt the need to check if the ambient temperature in the room had risen.
An interstitial alert appeared in the corner of his vision. He would have ignored it, had it not been appended with Lord Trazyn’s personal seal.
“I am quite sure,” the overlord’s voice said in Ashkut’s head. “That I am currently alone with my guest. But if I turn around and find that we are not alone, whoever I see will be permanently reassigned to cleaning the slaugth exhibit. Do I make myself clear?”
The royal warden believed he managed to break some land speed record in his haste to vacate the room. 
When the door slid shut behind him, he was met with two expectant monoculars.
“Lord Trazyn is entertaining a guest,” he said, refusing to meet either of their gazes. “He is not to be disturbed.”
The immortals thankfully continued to stare forward without any comprehension of what was going on. Ashkut envied them. As he marched away he heard Huntmaster nudging Sannet in the ribs.
“I told you so.”
In that moment, Ashkut was sure he became the first necron in history to develop a migraine.
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The 2023 Aug-Dec Cryptid designs that I missed on uploading. Some are weirder than others but I love them, especially Gagylese.
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potpourrifandoms · 9 months
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I've been reading a lot of Warhammer 40k novels and short stories lately, mostly T'au and Necron stuff. I'm particularly enamoured with Trazyn and all the mischief he gets up to, and I love that he has a whole crew of necrons on Solemnace who are just as eccentric as he is. I've been doodling some characters and decided to draw up some proper pieces with inking and colouring too.
So, here's Arch-Cryptek Sannet (the forgetful chief curator who needs to write things down to recall them), and Huntmaster, game warden of Solemnace (a very cool deathmark who wears a void-cape and helps Trazyn collect specimens for study and preservation. I gave him a hood because it looks cool and he matches Trazyn now. :3)
Let the Necrons have a sitcom already, there's more than enough drama and comedy for it. I love petty old robots.
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streetcleanrr · 1 year
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proposal for huntmaster ship name: This
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beril66 · 3 months
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Heyo folks! So here's a list of this for another fic I am going to workon. I am writing here the rules so I don't forget and I would love to see people give me their opinions on what I can add! This time it IS a crossover series with Cuthulhu Mythos! (Mostly lovecraft lore and some other writer's take on it sprinkled in. No Other gods vs Great Old Ones nonsense though that was a stupid adition to Mythos I will DIE on this hill)
Our skele bois and everyone really are going to learn the HARD way there are being infinitely scarier and powerful than measely star parasites or amalgamation of emotions :D
This came after a delightful conversarion with a friend in space battle. So some heads ups;
Other gods or Outer Gods as people know them are the undisputed strongest things for what I hope obvious reasons. Put an unshattered C'tan or a chaos god in front of Nyarlathotep and they'll beg for their life
Azathoth DID NOT create 40k or any universe. Its a fan theory. It was Yog-Sothoth ;)
The races such as Elder Things and Great Race of Yith are among the oldest and most advanced (they are basically the Xeelee's since thats what they are meant to be in OG mythos Lovecraft was just shit at math and science) creatures in the verse. Remember how Mep'het'Ran bitched to the Necrontyr about how they also fought with the cruel old ones and lost and turned into celestial fart gases...well he didn't TECHNICALLY lie.
It just wasn't the 'Old Ones' Necrontyr were thinking XD (for real though in the ONLY alliance these two races ever forged they kicked the shit out of C'tan and destroyed their OG bodies) for these races, species in 40k galaxy might as well be monkeyd hitting each other with sticks. The difference between them are that great.
That war happened not 200 million year into the big bang btw. Yeah...when the first stars were babies. Elder Things and Yith are that old...they might be that old in OG mythos too now that I think about it 🤔
Remember Nihilakh Yyth seer? Yeah that thing is another unfortunate race Yith used as bodies and left long before necrons ever came...unfortunately the inhabitation caused the race to develop clairvoyance. And we all know what happened to the poor bastards.
The Elder things came to earth was basically an amish community got tired of ultra advanced tech XD they are the reason earth has life. They came waayyy before the billion year mark Lovecraft gives. First one celled organisms on earth appeard around 3.7 billion years ago. Yeah.
Randolph Carter is/was a friend of Big E's and still kicking in 40k with his silver key. Fully living in dreamlands with his friends and boy-ahem eternal headache Nyarlathotep though. He and Trazyn will become GOOD friends...maybe Orikan too. Tech wizardry isn't just belong to necrons after all.
Magic other than warp exists and it is both intransically bound with tech and seperate enough. Mostly safe too if you manage to keep your head while learning.
Assume all weird creatures in mythos exist.
Deep Ones have their own planet and allied with Big E around 2020s. They have full on STCs under their planet and still can build and understand DAOT tech, they are just smart enough to hide it really well. And since all of them are immortal most of the ones on the planet (pure and hybrids both) are over 30.000 years old. And remember EVERYTHING. Rest of the Imperium thinks they are filfhy mutants to be avoided. Deep Ones and hybrids mostly bleakly amused seeing most were alive in 1920s America how humanity seems to abandon one type of racism then immediatly embracing another.
Lost 2 Primarchs taken a worship of the Other Gods...this is magnetitudes more dire than chaos worship.
Orikan, Trazyn and Phillias will meet an interesting human who knows more than she ever should...if they are nice to her she might even draw them when they were necrontyr. She A LOT to say about their relationship during flesh times...revelations might or might not cause eternal sense to loss , pain and horror to what was lost...and maybe hope. 🤷‍♀️ (yes during Trazyn's bubble confinement)
Except Nyarlathotep to pop on Song of Oblivion and taunt Szerakh. Randoph migh or might not put the fear of actual gods in Szeras too
Anrakyr and Zulthanekh (don't ask me how they will ever meet I am just taken by the idea of their friendship because of ghostinthegalleries) will get a history lesson of the galaxy from Nyarlathotep.
Shoggoths are allies of humanity. As they lived only the really intelligent and sentient ones survived and after their ACTUAL discovery humanity (DAOT) have been not only nice to them but give them human rights Elder Thing colony never thought of. Surviving ones are fiercely loyal to humanity but few know their existance.... for obvious reasons. They are a hard counter for tyranids and help preserve Big E.
Big E was aware of other gods and there was no stopping them. Thankfully the only one who was invested into the galaxy was Nyarlathotep and Big E just pointed out sitting back and watching the inevitable clusterfucks all races cause would be infinitely more entertaining. (Randoph also threathened Nyarlathotep with sleeping on couch in Ilek-Vad XD)
...AND thats it. Thats all I got for now. I would love to see your suggestions Lovecraft and 40k lovers!
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allium-art · 3 months
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Day 4 of Scug Shipruary - Love Letter
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manueltorresart · 9 months
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Here begins the Slayer's Take arc, not a strickly arc from @criticalrole but it had several great characters and fun moments (in and out of gaming).
Stating with the mistress of the guild, Vanessa Cyndrial (and his husband Mertin.
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magistralucis · 5 months
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@courgowr: Huntmaster came to Solemnace prior to biotransference from an unnamed dynasty and appears to have been a notable figure in his own right. Perhaps to reflect this, he is now consistently 'the' Huntmaster and not just 'Huntmaster' like he was in previous texts, and also more lovingly insane
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fobosfear · 4 months
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I'M BACK. As promised, I bring gifts.
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ghostinthegallery · 3 months
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Solemnace Headcanon: Huntmaster loves sniping crypteks because their heads are literally shaped like targets. Especially Orikan's. There's an actual glowing bullseye in the center of their faces. It's like a carnival game to him. He's sad he doesn't get to do it more often, but Trazyn can only afford to piss off so many overlords at once.
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sharpilu · 2 months
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Killsquad hypopups. i was gonna do a couple hypopup drawings but i only ever finished this one. training session with the babies <3 info on the pups under the cut
we're going from left to right here
The Burning Arti and Hunter's pup. inherited Hunter's weak body and Arti's...fire powder body???? anyways, i was thinking she could like, light herself on fire and shit, and her one eye is always on fire as a reference to both parents having a fucked up eye :] she's also the smallest pup
The Boomstick do you see what i did there. with the name. hehe anyways, Boomstick i gave Arti's fire powder and Spears', well...spears. since they have a mouth, they wouldn't need to eat through the spears. so they just...create fire spears for the fuck of it. maybe the spear creation would take a food pip per spear or smthn idk
The ??? i'm gonna be real here fellas i had nothing for Spears' and Hunter's kid. actually nothing. i just slapped together some features. i know nothing about this kid (also i couldn't find a shipname for Hunter and Spears so i made one. welcome Artificially Romanced)
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Huntmaster Liger (King Caesar) (Godzilla Subset Ver) by Slawomir Maniak
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g0dp4rticl3 · 1 year
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huntmaster saber sketch
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