#Cogboy

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Techpriest by John Blanche

#Warhammer #40k #Imperium #Imperium of Man #Adeptus Mechanicus #Techpriest #Cogboy #John Blanche #Sci-Fi #Games Workshop

[six4tyfour]

#warhammer 40000 #warhammer 40k #warhammer40k #warhammer #wh40k #warhammer art #games workshop #adeptus mechanicus #mechanicus #admech #cogboys #cog girl #pin up #even grimdark cyborgs need to be sexy

[picatea]

I'll be honest, part flesh faced admechs more unnerving, just go full brain in a metal box like the omnissiah intents 🧠📦

#warhammer #warhammer 40k #adeptus mechanicus #admech #random doodles #i like my cogboys goffy like yaffle

[mwolf0epsilon]

Dogma and the Mouse Droid pt.6

Fives, sneaking into the barracks with a bottle of itching powder: This is going to be the funniest prank ever... Jesse, following him in: The two extra weeks of shore leave mean I can easily top this. Who are you gonna prank anyway? Fives, holding up some kind of DIY Wheel with the names of several troopers of the 501st: I have a fool proof method. Jesse: You're leaving it up to chance? Ballsy. Fives, spins the wheel: Aaaand looks like Dogma's gonna be Mr.Itchy Foot during drills. Jesse, frowns: ...Uh... Fives I don't think that's a good idea. Fives: Why not? Jesse: You remember what happened to the last shabuire that messed with Dogma, right? Fives: This is completely different! Those jerks were bullying him. I'm just playing a little practical joke! The itching powder even loses effect after 5 hours. That's like, a free vacation for the kid once Rex sees how uncomfortable he looks! Jesse: I still don't know if that's a good idea... Fives, walking over to Dogma's storage crate and picking up his rather pristine set of boots: Oh, man up Cogboy. This is going to be great! Buggy, watching from the vents and already planning for retaliation: >:3

---An hour later---

Kix, pinching the bridge of his nose as he holds a bar of blue and white soap: Let me get this straight... You're the reason behind Dogma's feet currently being blistered to hell and back, because of some stupid childish prank? Fives, clearly uncomfortable: I DIDN'T KNOW HE WAS ALLERGIC TO ITCHING POWDER! NOW PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, GIVE ME THAT SOAP! Kix: You know you deserve this, right? Fives: NO ONE DESERVES ITCHING POWDER ON THEIR JUNK! THAT MOUSE DROID IS THE KARKING DEVIL! Buggy, chuckling in binary: >:D

#star wars #the clone wars #arc trooper fives #arc trooper jesse #clone medic kix #droid ocs #buggy the mouse droid #dogma is only mentioned in this one #fives didn't mean any harm he didn't know dogma was allergic #also buggy is very vindictive and protective

[baitpaintsbadly]

"Those Magnificent Men and their flying machines, they go up tiddly up up. Burn you down tiddly down down."

Finished the second lot of Pteraxii, magnetised for both options, with the Sterylisor head this time for variety. Omnissiah be praised they have so many fiddly bits and pieces. Will be nice to have 2 squads worth to swoop around and cause problems. These lads mean I'm finally DONE with Admech infantry (till the make new ones) leaving only some characters and a few vehicles on my cogboy hit-list. Next up, after a small break, will be a LOAD of terrain. Pic of other loadout under the cut, as usual.

#admech #model do a spin

[knightinkosherarmour]

Marshal and Mechsapient

A Follow up to my previous writing about my warhammer army.

Mechasapient-Magos Tsephor-10.54 was never very popular amongst even the inhuman adepts of the Adeptus Mechanicus. From the still human new adepts that he sometimes taught religious ritual to the highly mechanized Magi and Dominii that lead the Mechanicus, there seemed a consensus was unilaterally reached, that he was odd even by their standards. That suited him just him. It meant more often than not he was left alone either on the roosts in Deimos or aboard whatever crusading ship he was taken abroad by, and that was just a great place where he could take care of his pteraxii. They were always such good birds and he wanted to make sure they had been taken care of so well. Pteraxii were after all good omens and this had led him into taking the role of a lexmechanic, when away from his precious birds, Tsephor had taken to the role of a lexmechanic, analysis the vast reams of data of both the movements of pteraxii but also the prophetic datalooms. The way the numbers and statistics often feel into place was pleasing.

When put on a diplomatic assignment years ago with his close friend Magos Aleph-Gimmel, the same proved true of other Imperial delegations, though the terms cogboy and oilsniffer had been thrown around more liberally. At least there he understood vaguely why most people seemed to be displeased or ill at ease in his presence! The common subjects of the Imperium were unenlightened in the mysterious and glories of the mechanicus, though similar to his old friend  Magos Aleph-Gimmel in order to play the role of diplomat better, outward augmentations had been kept to a minimum. It still didn't seem to work for him as much as it did her though she had studied the science of charisma in a way that he had never really thought of doing. Pteraxiiken was much more important. The lack of augmentations ended then, after all it was important to have roosting pools for the razor sharp claws of his precious birds and mechandrites for refueling their flamers!

But at least here now on the First Deimos Explorator Fleet he was thankfully left alone and enough of his fellow tech priests didn't really seem to mind anymore! In order to take care of the pteraxii, those winged skitarii whose brains had been reduced to embarrassables a solitary part of the fleet’s head Ark Mechanicus, with enough facilities and resources to replenish any losses to his precious birds though he would never let that happen! 

It was here within the roost of the pteraxii that he could be often found and was found. Walking with the lack of fear a skitarii marshall should have Kattal-42/8 strode unbothered through the twitching and well oiled skitarii. The marshall barely had any human components left in it. It was far more machine than the guardsman it had once been, raised to perfection by the Fabricator Minoris. Necrodermis and wraithbone crisscrossed underneath human made alloys, circuit, and tubing for synthetic blood, leaving whatever flesh remained gaunt and starved of touch. If Kattal-42/8 had preferences for their body, this would be exactly how it would want it. The remaining flesh supported by a vast network of technology while they served ever for the glory of the emperor. The stolen spirit stone within its chest plating had saved its life in battle more than once. Its body even had a built-in respirator similar to its old guard uniform. 

Kattal marched forward as silent as could be towards the rotund Tsephor. From the noosphereic implants in Kattal-48/2’s eyes it could see his data signature in the moving mass of pteraxii. It was there that they were needed and there it would go. Kattal-42/8 served as the Vox of the Fabricator Minoris, being the only other techpriest allowed the key to her unique voxbox code and replicate her voice. Kattal approached Magos Tsephor and waited. Approximately 32.6 seconds was standard to wait when dealing with Magi to allow them to notice its presence and then terminate whatever they were doing. At approximately 33.1 seconds Magos Tsephor had not seemed to notice Kattal. Kattal-42/8 could not get annoyed. They had chosen to request the part of their brain responsible for that removed. 

Still. Something disapproving at this inefficiency at being noticed was rising within Kattal-42/8. “Mechasapient-Magos Tsephor-10.54,” Using the voxcode of her personal prophet and superior the Fabricator Minoris, was sure to get the magos’s attention.

Magos Tsephor, a smile upon the half of his head that was still that brown skinned flesh, turned, “Ah! Aleph, it is a pleasure,” Though upon fully taking in who had been set here to summon him, his smile turned into more of a frown. “Marshall Kattal-42/8, I thought we had talked about using my old friend's voice!” Kattal-42/8’s limited social interaction software wired into motion.  The cogitators normally reversed for battle or finding ways of limiting sound transmitted struggled to process this. Tsephor was obviously talking in a friendly tone with it, unusual, but reminding it of the last time they had been used to summon it. The generative programs in its software provided the following response. “Yes. The memory exists within my memecore. However it is still within my parameters to provide messages from Fabricator Minoris Technoarchaeologist Magos Aleph-Gimmel Bellerov-2.0.” This was all said within the borrowed voxbox code. 

How people ever put up with Kattal-42/8 and yet found Tsephor strange to be around was always something that deeply made his mind blank out in confusion. He used to joke it was a bluescreen moment, referencing the ancient technogenie from Old Terra. “Yes, yes, Kattal, now Marshal what is the message?”

Finally. Kattal could deliver the message that was untrusted to be sent over the noosphere. Kattal, admittedly, itself did not know what the message was either. After a moment of ensuring they absolutely had the correct recipient, Kattal unzipped the message and let it play. Aleph-Gimmel’s soft voice streamed out from Kattal’s form. 

“Tsephor. An inquisitor is onboard. She will be conducting a sweep, come to my quarters, please give a numerical-prophecy about the status of what the likely outcomes.”

Both adherents of the Cult of the Mechanicus stared at each other for a moment. Neither was truly comfortable in the presence of the other. Tsephor was the first to speak, “Well, Kattal, it seems you ought to guide me back no?” That jolly honest smile was back upon his remaining lip.

Kattal just stared unblinking with its green augmented eyes. “Querry: why? This does not seem the most efficient route.”

“Well,” Tsephor gestured around with his many many mecandrites to the Roost around him. “It wouldn’t do if something would happen to me on the way up would it? Her quarters are many many clicks away aren’t they?”

Kattal, if they ahd the ability, would feel incensed at the implication their ship was anything less than safe. “Safety not a concern. Skitarii and sicarian patrols regularly all levels of the ship.” “Well, what if the Inquistor should find me or delay me! Marshall, I trust your patrols but…”

“Are you suggesting Inquisitor Seraphsdottir’s loyalty to the Emperor and the Omnissiah is questionable?” “I would never dare put a Inquisitor in such a… position but! It might slow us down, no?” Tsephor honestly had never once considered that. He just wanted to move as fast as possible and following behind Kattal would ensure everyone else onboard Deimos’s Cog  parted around them. That was not something Kattal would argue. The two after a little more deliberation they began the journey through the kilometers long spaceship. Magos Tsephor was sure to give all his birds reassurance he would be back as soon as he could with fresh promethium.

#deimos awaits #magos tsephor #kattal-42/8 #adeptus mechanicus #admech #knight writes

[classpect-callouts]

Good luck and godspeed cogboy

gods peed

[realhankmccoy]

It is true that you can Brother yourself to the patriarchy or you can Other yourself to the patirarchy.

Dad, Boi, Bruce and Bro have Brothered themselves to it.

But what kind of brother have they made themselves into? Well, basically the retarded kid brothers of it, forever trapped in the ball pit of a Burger King playplace and the playpens of their daddy's homes -- excuse my language, as I've been into Spread the Word to end the Word for a long time -- but we're talking about the patriarchy here and the sort of language they're always trying to revive, so we might as well talk in the patriarchy's terms for a moment.

Yes, they have Brothered themselves to the Brotherhood of Man only to get to roll around in the playpens 30 floors below the board of directors -- the boards that their more mature and successfully psychopathic Brothers sit on and reap in all the profits of.

They may occasionally -- and only occasionally, because their 'class struggle' is at a mere splinter of a fragment of that of actual men and all sorts of women and people of colour and the actual frontrunners of social change -- well, they may occasionally call the more mature Brothers they serve in a subordinated bond to the Brotherhood...

Crooks - Dad Vampires - Boi Really Making a Lot of Money - Bro Wealthy Global Elites / Some Billionaire (dismissively) - Bruce

... which is how you know the Brotherhood is mostly just the delusion of a monkey's strained mind trying to cope with a world that's harsher than they know how to handle -- which is why they scapegoat women, blacks, and LGBT folks, to maintain their delusion about a tribal bond that has 'value' instead of recognising the reality about how the 'value' is produced from they themselves turning themselves into cogs of empire who preach Brotherhood

...but that doesn't mean they're not gonna fear females more and generally sort of just dawdle and use their retarded hands to projects the shapes of the big and powerful men they envy on the walls like shadow puppetry signalling, emotionally, that even the most retarded of babies long to be useful idiots for the status quo and the establishment, and the babies will feel very powerful and self-important indeed every time the adults stop in to check on them or offer suggestions or observe the strange shadows and finger signs and displays of angst and longing and malcontent that crosses the babies faces... for the babies truly believe they lead the adults... I often felt that way myself at the age of 3, sometimes... as well as their malevolent Mean Girls giggling -- something Trump has very much revived and encouraged in America -- a Mean Girls giggling that both is able to laugh with people and laugh at them at the same time... my Bro being the master of that of the four, because the youngest are usually the most spoiled and saturated in cartoons and lack of responsibility... though Boi is pretty spoiled, too. In Dad, this 'laugh with and at you while you don't understand and probably want it spelled out but Daddy's not gunna do it 'phenomenon' is more a sort of 'I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU' as takes place in people with more old world values. Yes, there's a difference between Dad's laughter and the Bro/Boi sort, which is more spoiled... but a spoiled brat is Mean Girls' level of disturbing as Dad.

I guess what I'm saying, kids, is that even when these people feel they're at their most clever, they're just dumb and they're doing the work of painting that they're naughty kiddies for me, just like many children love to show off and display how they're eating their own snot (which is the child laughing with you and laughing at you) for the self-assertive power of that.

I guess my dad is the real Vader. Glad I got that figured out. Strange that I was making a came about that CogBoi MeanGirls Stormtrooper being it.. I was feeling generous and wanted to compliment his ego, in part.

Anyhow, there's probably a StarWars character that's a half step above a Stormtrooper who reminds me of Boi, but I'm not really more than a casual fan so I'd have to watch it again.

[thetacoblackhole]

Recently, I've been coming up with insults for robots because my friend is making a D&D campaign based on cyberpunk some of my favorite are

Bolted bastard

Canner

Circut sucker

Cogboy

Data dipshit

The iron idiot

[alphamecha-mkii]

Ark Mechanicus Omnissiah's Victory

#Warhammer #40k #ADeptus Mechanicus #Ark Mechanicus #Imperium #Imperium of Men #Cogboy #Techpriest #Omnissiah's Victory #sci-fi #mecha #Spaceship

[constellationswh40kau]

Middlehivers: Cult Mechanicus Repair Shop?

When it comes to Hive Worlds, we get a lot of lore on the Underhive and it's gangers, and some lore on the Highspire nobility.

But what about your Middlehive middle-class 9-to-5 blue-collar workers? The Cain books(and footnotes) give us the most lore about them and even then it's barely there.

Where do they go to get their stuff fixed?

Do the Mechanicus run Maintenance/Repair Wards from their Middlehive outpost Temples? Do they have little booths on each level of the Middlehive with a couple of Techpriests where you can bring your broken vox-radios and glitchy dataslates? Do Techpriests periodically go door to door to ask to check your electric meters? Do they maintenance the streetlights? Are they seen as pillars of the community for their valuable service? Do the Cult Mechanicus Holidays/Holy Days get celebrated by the community as well as by the Techpriests? Are the Techpriests themselves fond of their little Middlehive community? Do they actively proselytize or do they show their faith by works?

Do some Techpriests work specifically with the local Arbites to make and maintain Cybermastiffs? Does that mean that Techpriests sometimes visit pet shops/breeders?

I want more of Techpriests in small middle-class communities.

#warhammer 40k #Hive cities (wh40k) #Adeptus Mechanicus #Cult Mechanicus #Mechanicum #regular people things in the Grimdark Future #headcanons #techpriest #cogbois being softbois

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Adeptus Mechanicus Codex (9th Ed) Cover Art by Lewis Jones

#Warhammer #40k #Imperium #Imperium of Man #Adeptus Mechanicus #Codex #Covers #Cover Art #Techpriest #Skitarii #Cogboy #Sci-Fi #Lewis Jones #Games Workshop

[saladementale]

...and another one (very rough sketches) #relationships #love #comics #characterdesign #sketchbook #CogBoy (at Linguini Fini)

#comics #sketchbook #relationships #cogboy #love #characterdesign

[picatea]

"Yes, that would be-" The rest of his words blended into a noise that was utterly embrassing as Calgar lifed him off the ground. - A long walk down a brighter path by @psi-scribe

Cogboys are always appreciated 💙

#warhammer40k #warhammer 40k #warhammer #quintus heximar

[thamechanist]

Fun fact: The admech's binary chanting of omnissian scriptures is supposedly done for appearance's sake. Actual scripture is encoded in hexadecimal

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #admech #cogboys #binary #hexadecimal #penitent #dan abnett

[art-of-40k]

Corsair - the Face of the Void cover art by Johan Grenier, audio script by James Swallow.

Faced with a mystery, Rogue Trader Santiago and her crew soon find themselves with something much darker when they board a derelict craft.

More info here.

#40k #Rogue Trader #Snarky cogboy #Snooty Aeldari #Floaty navigator