#lasgun

[praetorianxxiv]

This was my first outing in my Praetorian Guard uniform. I was part of the Steampunk Christmas festivities at St Fagans near Cardiff (South Wales).

It was a joint Steampunk party for the Swansea, Cardiff and Chepstow societies.

Uniform I wasn't able to bring my lasgun on site.

#games workshop #steampunk #praetorian guard xxiv #warhammer 40k #praetorian guard #imperial guard #warhammer 40000 #astra militarum #imperial guard cosplay #cosplay warhammer #cosplay #lasgun #warhammer #st fagans #cardiff #swansea #chepstow

[1stprototype]

"Haha, lasguns are glorfied flashli-

*Head explodes into a shower of skull and brain matter*

#Warhammer 40k #lasgun #darktide

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Cadians by Mark Tarrisse

#Warhammer #40k #Imperium #Imperium of Man #Imperial Guard #Cadian #Astra Militarum #Sci-Fi #Cannon Fodder #Mark Tarrisse #Lasgun

[reubenyeoart]

Commission - Darktide Veteran 

A commission for a client of their character dressed as the Veteran from the upcoming Warhammer 40K: Darktide!

#commissions #digital art #character art #half body #fan art #velociraptor #warhammer 40k #Darktide #astra militarum #imperial guard #veteran #lasgun #reubenyeoart

[kb2001uwu]

He's taking a lil stroll.

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #astra militarum #imperial guard #tabletop #cadian shock troopers #cadiastands #wargaming #lasgun #minipainting

[pv-miniatures]

Some better pics of a leman russ battle tank I acquired earlier in the year. Unfortunately, I now believe it to be a recast… Will move it on potentially and go again with a direct buy from forgeworld #lasgun #mmwargaming #scratchbuild #gw #paintingminis #tabletopwargaming #imperialguardsmen #hellhound #fortheemperor #cadians #imperium #catachan #epic #treadhead #thunderbolt #tank #basilisk #mordianironguard #armouredsentinel #paintingmodels #resinprint #toytribe #toysyn #ageofsigmar #wip #bloodangels #wargamesprinted #horror #halloween #primaris https://www.instagram.com/p/CmI7zJ8Ncdh/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#lasgun #mmwargaming #scratchbuild #gw #paintingminis #tabletopwargaming #imperialguardsmen #hellhound #fortheemperor #cadians #imperium #catachan #epic #treadhead #thunderbolt #tank #basilisk #mordianironguard #armouredsentinel #paintingmodels #resinprint #toytribe #toysyn #ageofsigmar #wip #bloodangels #wargamesprinted #horror #halloween #primaris

[farsight-the-char]

Apparently the rumour mongers are indicating a 40k x Call of Duty collab thingy.

Warhammer social media is going to be Unpleasant, if true.

#then again when is it not #warhammer #call of duty #warhammer petty complaining #it is probably just going to be paid dlc skins #lasguns and bolters #and other junk #but still #irksome

[ghostinthegallery]

Well shit, now I don’t know if GW’s stupid bit of lore about the Land Raider is the dumbest or most brilliant thing ever! because it is so, so stupid and unnecessary that the Land Raider is named after a GUY not the fact that IT DRIVES ON LAND and yes I HATE it but also now every time I look at the dumb little murder box I either laugh or groan when without this dumbass lore I would have precisely zero emotional reaction to it and I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO THINK ANYMORE

#wh40k #The land raider is named after the tech priest arkhan land #It was supposed to be called LAND’S raider #Which I think might be worse #You got me this time #James Workshop #Just don’t talk about who the lasgun is named after

[vodoriga-art]

Sketched this Krieg dude to warm up and then immediately decided to finish him instead of the things I warmed up for, lol. I got into WH three days ago so forgive me any inaccuracies 💀

#warhammer #warhammer 40000 #wh40k #death korps #artists on tumblr #illustration #these guys are so tragic i love them #don't talk to me about the lasgun. i tried ok

[harbingersoftheapocalypse]

Holy shit this hits hard.

#Gawd dayum I love it #Grab a lasgun and kill for the Emprah feeling hahah #Youtube #darktide #warhammer 40k #jesper kyd #I think Imma get this one. Damn.

[pisswizzardrequiem]

I believe DUNE revolutionized laser weapons with internal power sources and personal force fields. All the books that happened to include such before then (and there were not many) seemed to really reinforce how finicky such gadgets are and while frank Herbert did as well they certainly seemed far more reliable when they were not both included in the same scenario.

Also same with the ability to defy gravity and fold space-time.

#bickles winchester #writing #dune book #dune #lasguns #holtzman generators #holtzman effect

[bentarb]

A Recurring Sci-Fi Question

Whenever I look at a blaster/phaser/laser gun/whatever in any Sci-Fi setting, I find myself with one question.

Where does the ammunition go?

In Warhammer 40K, lasguns have an obvious ammo pack attched, but the phasers in Star Trek and some of the sleeker and smaller blasters in Star Wars don’t. So I’m always curious how they’re reloaded.

#Sci-Fi #Science Fiction #Writing #Star Trek #Star Wars #Warhammer 40k #Technology #Weapons #Weaponary #Laser #Lasguns #Blasters #Phasers

[houserautha]

Only Pleasure Remains

Summary: Feyd-Rautha has other uses for the mouth of the Fremen prisoner refusing to talk.

Pairings: Feyd-Rautha x GNFremen!Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: he fucks your face, it’s nonconsensual, you kind of like it anyway, smut without plot, you get a facial, WITH his black cum because that’s too iconic of a HC not to include, he gets his happy ending but you don’t get yours. Literally.

A/N: I don’t think a Fremen would ever allow this to actually happen but I’m a whore and a slave to my simpler urges. Not gonna lie I wanted this to happen in the movie. Does this even make sense? I don’t know but it’s hot

The inner walls of the ruined sietch is a brief relief from the oppressive heat beating down on the desert planet. Feyd-Rautha discovers a group of his men restraining a prisoner, sunlight pouring in from the hole over their heads. As they notice him they break apart, revealing you to him for the first time since he received news of a survivor.

You’re covered in sandy grime and blood, the nose piece of your stillsuit dangling free, hair dirtied and loose from its previous style.

And you look fucking beautiful on your knees, even with your face wrenched in disgust and utter defiance. Feyd-Rautha didn’t expect to feel such an intense attraction to a Fremen. In fact, he reserves a moment to study you, to confront his desire like an untamed beast — pry open its mouth and examine its teeth.

“They refuse to talk,” one of the Harkonnen soldiers says. He nudges you with the nose of the lasgun and you snarl — you actually snarl — upper lip pulled back, blue-on-blue eyes glinting with hatred.

A trapped animal, desperate for freedom. Feyd-Rautha feels his cock stir.

“For now,” he says. He raises a hand. “Leave us.”

The soldiers exchange indecipherable glances before leaving, ducking back out into the blazing sun. Feyd-Rautha steps as close to you as he dares. Even with your limbs bound, he’s certain that you would do anything in your power to maim him.

“Your silence rings empty among the cries of those you loved,” he tells you. He towers over you, a sentinel of dangerous, crackling energy, wreathed in black armor. “The others are gone. Dead. What service is your silence to them?”

You stare up at him with your seething gaze.

Feyd-Rautha crouches beside you. Your hostility is nearly enough to bowl him over, a tangible, living creature between you.

“If you deny me this now, I will have no choice but to make you.”

He lifts a gloved hand to your cheek, lovingly whispering his fingers over the curve of your face before grabbing your chin. His grasp is enough to spring tears to your eyes, causing you to bite your tongue and draw blood, its coppery taste filling your mouth.

You should hate him. He stands for everything you’ve rallied against. Hell, he had just ordered his men to obliterate your home, your people. Yet you find yourself incomprehensibly drawn to this man who exudes power as effortlessly as others can breathe. It infuriates you. Revolts you.

Your aching, traitorous body pools with heat as Feyd-Rautha parts your lips and forces his thumb into your mouth. Sand grits over your teeth. His gloves taste of dry leather. Of blood; though it could very well just be your own. He presses his thumb down with enough force to shatter your jaw.

Feyd-Rautha rasps, “Then, since you refuse to speak, I will give your mouth a different purpose.”

He wrests his hand from your chin and pain explodes through your skull.

Feyd-Rautha rises once more to his formidable height and works to liberate his cock from his armor. You watch, horrified, transfixed, as he pulls his pants down just enough to show his powerful thighs and reveal a stomach taunt with muscles. His cock springs free and he wastes no time wrapping his hand at the base and stroking it fervently, all the while gazing down at you with naked, unfettered devotion.

And for some reason the sight of him like that transcends you, strips you completely bare. Your entire body trembles.

The na-Baron fists the hair at the back of your head and, without preamble, guides you to his cock, groaning as the warmth and wetness of your mouth envelops him. Anger flaring, you bite down as hard as you’re able — but instead of revoking himself, Feyd-Rautha snaps his hips, driving him deeper into your mouth instead.

He pants his appreciation, clearly undeterred by your teeth.

You gag on his size. He refuses to ease up, however, pushing his cock deeper into the back of your throat. With each thrust, saliva builds, leaking from the sides of your mouth and wetting his shaft. You have no way to retaliate, to pull away, forced to endure him.

He withdraws long enough to show you the glint of pre-cum on his cock, how he spreads it across the head before burrowing it inside you again. The taste of his pre-cum is salty, mixing with your blood, and you can no longer deny your own arousal — you clamp your lips on his cock and suck, using your tongue to circle the salty mixture over it.

Feyd-Rautha releases a rumbling, guttural moan, hips bucking violently. “That’s right,” he rasps. “Take it.” He ignores your strangled pleas as he pushes himself deeper and deeper within you, tears now streaming down your face and cutting tracks through the sandy grime. He pulls out only to insert himself again, in and out, fucking your throat.

You’re unable to touch yourself, or him, and it makes the entire act that much more torturous. You apply this frustration with your mouth, sucking his considerable length every time he jams it past your lips, your mouth and jaw aching with the furious nature of the fucking.

Feyd-Rautha closes his eyes and loses himself in your slick mouth. He has just laid waste to your people and now you were taking him like the good little rat you were, a renegade whore, letting him force his cock down your throat and you were actually enjoying it.

Without warning, Feyd-Rautha withdraws from you, stroking his shaft and positioning himself before you. “Open,” he demands.

You obey and as soon as you do, warm sprays of his ink-colored cum soak your face. He jerks himself through his orgasm, breathy and primal, smooth brows furrowed in concentration. You breathe heavily, shoulders heaving, greedily drawing the air back into your lungs. It’s then that Feyd-Rautha drags his gloved fingers across your face, smearing his cum then pushing his fingers back into your mouth. You lick and slurp down his seed, languishing in the taste of him, unlike anything you’ve had before.

To offer your expense to a Fremen is to offer your life’s water. You don’t know if he realizes this, or even cares, he just watches you as you suck his gloved fingers clean.

Feyd-Rautha does know this sacrifice, this offering, and thinks it a just trade for what he’s prepared to do. He rights himself, fixing his armor. “Strange, what you wish to comply with,” he says. He leaves you like that — bound and covered with his cum, vulnerable — and as he vanishes around the corner you hear him call out, “Dispose of the rat.”

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[transmechanicus]

One of the amazing things abt 40k is due to the huge variance in culture and technological development between worlds, things like a Genestealer uprising or an Ork invasion of a human world is just as likely to be crushed by lasgun equipped guardsmen as they are to be hunted for sport by a gang armed with spears and i think that’s beautiful.

#my stuff #wh40k #warhammer 40k #local genestealer patriarch harpooned 80 times in the face by local agriworlders

[dagaz-s-disastrous-descent]

I had to make this post or I'd explode. Death Korps of Krieg and Vostroyan Firstborn are really similar, yet they show how your experiences shape you as a person.

Lets start with the Krieg boys and girls. They are a uniquely dour bunch that are willing to give their lives just to buy some time for their allies or to gain mere meters of ground in prolonged conflict. Contrary to what popular memes will make you believe they are not suicidal (hell during the Vraks conflict there is one recored instance of krieg soldiers executing their commissar because he ordered a suicide charge on enemy positions), they and their generals just see themselves as assets to be spent atoning for sins of their past. In one of the best books from 40k verse i've ever read "Dead men walking" it's portrayed briantly. Local populations inducted into DKoK regiments are stripped of their personalities and made to forget their names, their past lives and faces of their brothers and sisters to turn them into perfect meat shields ready to kill and die for smallest of advantages. Honestly, that book was brutal and it showed how dehumanising the training regime Kriegans go through really is, and to think that they are shipped off to active war zones at the age of (at most) 16 is really horrifying.

Now, about Vostroya: they too are spending their lives atoning for the sins of their forefathers; they too are a siege regiment focused on CQB and positional warfare; and they too have cool gas masks. Yet, despite all of those similarities, they could not be more different. While DKoK needs commissars just to talk with other members of the Empire because they are so devoid of common humanity, others simply feel uneasy around them. Vostroyans are one big family, ready to kill and die for each other. They are the firstborn sons and daughters of their world, being welcomed into the regiment by their aunts and uncles, who are taking care of them and keeping an eye on them on the battlefields of the dangerous galaxy of the 40k's universe. Their distant brothers and sisters prepare mastercrafted equipment, knowing fully well that the lasguns they create will be used by their kin. They are fanatical to the point of madness and their effectiveness is on par of that of the Dead Korps of krieg yet their attrition rate is much, much lower, and I think that it's not only owed to differences in equipment but also to the fact that they are loyal not only to the empire but also to each other. After all, blood is thicker than water.

Now a word about irl inspirations for both regiments: contrary to popular belief DKoK are based off FRENCH soldiers of WW1, not Germans and no, they do not use shovels more than any other regiments. A mace is a much better weapon in trench warfare because shovels have a nasty tendency to getting stuck in things that go squish. Vostroyans are a blend of cossacks, russian streltsi, Polish nobility, and professional soldiers of XVIIth century, as well as a healthy dose of Nikola Tesla-inspired dieselpunk. It's criminal how underrepresented slavs are in popular sci-fi IP's btw.

#warhammer 40000 #vostroyan firstborn #death korps of krieg #warhammer miniatures #my post #warhammerpainting #wh40k #wh40k art #warhammer #imperial guard

[wh40kartwork]

Lasgun Overcharge

by Sergey Klimenko

#imperium #orks #battle #imperial guard #warhammer #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #40k #sergey klimenko