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Yeah, I know. I can't draw Polux' Big Naturals and not draw Dantioch's.
Time for old art
Tiny Dantioch and Polux were the first space marines I made, about 5 years ago. The tall fellow in the middle is my most recent commission (for @tagedeszorns , of their oc).
I might remake them someday, but I'm so sentimental about those two little potatoes. ❤️
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They are my favorite couple in whole wh setting and, surprisingly, there’s almost no fan content with these dudes, or at least i didn’t find much. So I made it myself!
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Warsmith Dantioch
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Dantioch and Polux are decorating a Christmas tree. Because everyone needs a holiday
I think I made him too young and his face a bit too square but…Barabas Dantioch XD
Just in case anyone doubts that practicing helps you learn-
The first two are my FIRST attempts at felting. Like, ever. They were from Daiso kits, and are so lumpy and FUZZY.
The second two, Dantioch and Polux, are my first attempts at making astartes/humanoid dolls. Look at how tiny they are! Less fuzzy, still adorable. Dantioch is my favorite because I'm sentimental <3
The last two are my most recent dolls, Furio (for @fuukonomiko ) and Belial. They're bigger, have swivel joints, and I beat my ass to make them detailed.
tldr; PRACTICE IS GOOD
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Here’s a quick art of Dantioch sketching Polux while he isn’t looking
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The Great Bumblebee and his Striped Legion.
For @pholcidae
Collarbone kiss for Barabas and Alexis, please? If you have time?
…His skin was hot and watery. It was alive, belonging to the strong body of the living soul. As contrasted with it, Dantioch’s skin was like a dry piece of old parchment, carrying the dull remembrances of the old battles. How long ago was the last time, when he feels something by his own skin, not by the sensors of his power armour? Despite all that changes that his memory had going through, the warsmith couldn’t recall. May it was the red-hot metal of his mask when it was burning his face and fingers. The touches of Alexis’ hands were burning his skin too, but it wasn’t painful, biting heat - but soft and tender warmth. This fire wasn’t bringing destruction but was warming to life what was frozen to death deep within.For the first time in forever Dantioch wasn’t cold without his tough shell.
