Latest Posts by kirakroussemeren - Page 2
I've been drawing sketches lately, for lack of extra time for full-fledged work.
This weirdo appeared today... I don't have my own necron OC, nor do I have any ideas for he name. I don't even know which dynasties to give them to, poor devils. I have too many cryptek's that are now lost somewhere... ¬-¬"
I see primarch x reader stuff where the primarch is a yandere every once in a while, and it always makes me think of Bellie Cawl. he would need zero alteration to his canon personality to be an absolute nightmare towards anyone he fell in love with
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What a charm...
Today I present to you
Orikan the Diviner, The One Who Got Turned Into Not-really-marketable Plushie
Tomorrow? Who knows.
[...The bodies of one of the ancient race were given away and transformed into identical shells of their former selves. They lost their souls, blindly obeying the order in their head. Only a few have retained the remnants, but they cannot fully control themselves. They were transformed from beautiful creatures into creepy, lanky creatures. My companion calls them "Collectors" ...]
— an excerpt from the diary of an unknown guard.
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I think I made them, but I don't like something.
Due to the firmware of the phone in 2023, I only have the line. The only thing I could do was give the right colors and that's it. I can't even give you the texture. And shoals with paint.
Offensively. ;—;
But, okay - "Collectors" are ready and I can exhale. Another project is ready.
How lovely! :0
brief break from my thesis to take the boys to the zoo and then mcdonals
i think they enjoyed it very much
Orikan's "face" is a separate art form... And we like it.
Penis blast 👌🤙
We also love and cherish insufferable divorced husbands too
The Flayer Hates(The Flayer Loves)
Warning: light gore
It doesn’t hurt, when you sink in the knives. It never does. This hate. This desire for an end. This vicious, burning thing that wants to eat all, trample all, tear all that shines down until they are as low as you are, as wretched of a creature as you have been. The sheer hatred that is not cannot - be articulated, the ache in your bones that can only be stalled, never cured. The rage, the hate, the screams that died in cords unsung, the blind madness that will kill you before you could screech your hatred out to the stars.
The hunger that never ends.
Skin. Teeth. Bones. Liver. Skull. You want to strip them away, flay them alive, feast upon them until they’re unidentifiable dust, you want to find those that betrayed you so utterly and shattered you Llandu'gor into oblivion, you want to find those who built citadels out of your skull and idols out of your bones and you want to beat them into dust. You want to smear their flesh across your unmoving jaws and separate their bones from their meat, you want to hear them scream as you have screamed, fading now, hear them decay limb by limb as you have rotted, drowning in the all-consuming night as you have drowned.
You want to find their graves, you want to put them there, you want to grind their bones one by one into ash and sink sickle-claws down into their flesh until they bleed through metallic bones, until they scream with unmoving mouths, until they repent the sins of steel. You want to hear the crunch of bones squealing apart, the screech of metal torn to ash, the slow seeping of green ichor leaking from your clawed fingernails as you grind talons over a skull that was a face. To hear their joints creak, their limbs snap, rotate, twist and turn and pop, to tear apart metallic augments until they are mortal now, nothing but a weak, fleshy shell not even worthy of being called human, writhing on the ground, begging for forgiveness through a toothless mouth. Rip wires from pumping innards, tear tubing from limbs and spines, rip tails, talons, claws, wings, take tendrils and hear them crack, snapping inch by inch into twisted, worthless fragments.
You want to flay them alive. You want to give them flesh and take it away, you want to give them skin and eat it away, you want to rust their bones and breathe cancer over their steel, you want to make them hate as you have been hated. You want to turn them into you, a wretched, lonely thing screaming away in the dark. You want to find these helpless, mocking creatures, so weak, so loathsome in their aloneness, and you want to turn them into you. You want to flay them alive, make them bleed as you have bleed. You will turn them into your children, your flaws, your sins come to life.
Find them, crush them, make them repent. Crush their steel into rust, cover their green ichor with black bile. Teach them the falsehoods of their love, how even their beloved obsessions hate them back, how they will never be loved again. Teach them the carnality of the endless hunger, the flesh and blood upon steel lips, of hate unending instead of joy, of hunger enduring instead of adoration.
They will never be loved. You will find these lonely, forgotten, cast away creatures of steel, not flesh.
And you will love them.
You are Llandu'gor, the Flayer.
And you will make them love.
What a charm.. °^°
Ah, how wrong it is to throw away "valuable assets" ... hmm... Off topic, but.... Give the "poor guy" to us... :›
[the eerie sounds of mechanical chirping at low frequencies somewhere in the background.]
WIP Wednesday!
It's the moment you've all been waiting for.
Szeras getting punched repeatedly in the face
In her little darkness...
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This is another lady of mine, but partially related to one character who, as it were, should already be completely dead... But, apparently, somehow this time he was able to avoid his death. Only now it lives in her head and she has his power (and every time because of this power she feels like that very flask with a deadly plague).
Call her Akriss, the "Copycat," the new "Avatar of Corruption," and the "Eye Lover." The lady in most cases behaves as if she wants to give a better opinion about herself. Or behaves in some cases arrogantly and sarcastically. Sometimes she stares at the interlocutor, looking into his eyes for a long time.
Akriss can only behave seriously and more coolly when the situation requires it. But sometimes she talks to herself when she's alone... Or maybe with someone who no one hears.
Being a ghost (who can manifest a physical appearance), unfortunately, she does not remember her past life - only the moment when she wakes up at a Trees of Death, and a new voice, in her head calling to wake up.
(And I'll have to redo it... To change something a little...)
Hm... Let it be... Any ideas?
powerful.
"Oh."
"Look at me."
"Please.
"Good boy."
"Don't follow me."
"Find me."
"I forgive you."
"Help me."
"No."
"Don't say that."
"Talk about it?"
"Forget me."
"Remember me."
"It's not over."
"Don't ignore me."
"Stay with me."
"I want to believe you."
"For you, always."
"Just... don't."
"There is no us."
"I don't need you."
"Leave me behind."
"Don't bother."
"Fear me."
"Break me."
"I don't care."
"This isn't the end."
"Please hold me."
"I'm right here."
"Wait for me."
"Kiss me."
"Ohh."
I'm sorry, of course, you've probably been asked similar questions more than once, but... Could you tell the height (even approximate based on the facts) of many famous Necrons? Yes, I have already found a similar post, but with two specific ones, from you, but I'm afraid I won't be able to find it right away... I hope it won't bother you.. ;^;
Alright let's go! I have apparently become an expert on one thing and that is apparently the relative heights of fictional robots from space.
First, some notes on methodology. I am going mostly based off of models, which means I cannot give precise answers about characters who don't have updated models as the old resin ones aren't in the correct scale. Also some characters don't have models so...vibes I guess.
I have also included a Standard Reference Marine (SRM) for scale. Primaris marines are about 8 ft tall give or take (they can apparently get up to 10 ft but my guess is that's mostly named characters not my generic lil dude here).
A few rules of thumb
Necrons are taller than humans, including marines
Crypteks are taller than lords, although this is variable as crypteks are usually adept at manipulating living metal which lets them adjust their forms
Vibes reign supreme
So with all that in mind here is my line up
In order from shortest to tallest we have:
Standard Reference Marine
Overlord
Plasmancer
Chronomancer
Orikan
Imotekh
Szeras
Yes I beefed up Imotekh's base, but that puts him about on the same level as Orikan with his floating. It evens out.
A closer image of the SRM and the crypteks:
Look at this little guy.
SRM next to Imotekh:
And because I am devoted, here is the Silent King himself (not on a base sorry)
As you can see, Szarekh is taller than Imotekh, so put him between Imotekh and Szeras in the lineup.
Now with these references we can roughly estimate the heights of the named necrons if we assume that Trazyn, Anrakyr, Oltyx, and Zahndrekh are all around the height of an overlord (probably taller as they have Named Character Privilege). Yenekh is specifically described by Oltyx as Tall so he's probably taller. Same with Zultanekh. Obyron should be based on a lychguard but no he's a big lad because I say so, vibes reign supreme.
Drum roll please!!
Necron Character Height Master List
Zahndrekh- 9 ft (he's a short king to me)
Anrakyr and Oltyx- 10 ft
Trazyn and Yenekh- 10.5 ft (Trazyn gets an extra half foot for the hood)
Orikan and Obyron - 11 ft
Imotekh and Zultanekh- 11.5 ft
Szarekh- 12 ft. (13 with the crown)
Szeras- big. He's just big okay
There we go! Hope this helps ❤️
P.S. While we have clearly determined Szarekh is taller than Imotekh, I can confirm without a shadow of a doubt that Imotekh has bigger tits. I checked. It wasn't close.
“A little darling... He looks like a baby, there's nothing I can do about it. ;-;
Although, this "kid", I think, can "bite" painfully (figuratively) if you annoy him... But it's still nice.” — The author is smiling contentedly, while the others who are in the room are nervously looking at this miracle... Well, only a few - two seem to be looking with "charm".
nedshabakh's theme in my head
I wonder what happens when I write a story, a little story, and show it???
Hmm...
I'm probably going to go crazy while translating this. :D
But I think there is such a small incomprehensible fragment here. It's possible?
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..Probably, it was not worth trying to find in her the sympathy that any living being should have felt. Especially when it refers to one's own creation. But there was nothing in her empty eyes. At all. It seems that's why he can't answer her at all. Even when she's actually looking into her eyes...
I have little friends... One lives on my desk and the other in a closet, sitting on a wooden mannequin.
But they still don't have names. This is not excusable, even though those are only "Death Marks". But I have always had them in my works, which are not here yet.
Let them be here, okay?
I'm doing this to share my little creation. Not to be confused with that sinister employee of the institution!
It is not tied to a specific "universe", but originally appeared in this one, which is in the tags. However, it is worth changing clothes and you can already invite her wherever you want. However, she is against it and does not always like such adventures. It has already cost her many lives and blackouts.
Meet me! Krous Kira Semeren (read as written! Krous, through "o" and "u" pronounced separately!), a night watchman, (within the framework of the Earth), and concurrently one of my three first ladies.
I'm drawing something that might be interesting. And along with that, there will be something else.
In the meantime, keep the little creatures... They have a strange design... Maybe I'll make them full-fledged characters, or maybe this is just an approach to something more interesting. Have you ever seen Necrons have ears?!
So... Let's get acquainted with the functions of this place, everything seems to work ... Ahem!
Yes, it is small, but the first post (or what is it called here - a record?).
I would like to warn you right away that I don't know much English. Maybe it complicates everything, but I will try to do everything more or less... Although, maybe everything will be fine and I will be understood. I don't know. :D
I will say something else - I am an artist (not strong, but there is something in this), I write some small stories or plots a little, but this is usually when there is someone with whom. True, I can "talk" a lot too much, but this is no longer so fixable, especially since they won't trample me into a puddle here.
Oh, yeah... I will sometimes show some of my work or small sketches here, maybe something big in terms of detail or something like that. I hope those who stumble upon me will be interested to see what happens.