Art by Conejo

  Illustrations, sketches by Conejo-chan

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Final

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Mephiston and Olivia (my oc character)

Warning: everything written here is purely the author’s fantasy.

So….. Who is Olivia? An anti-psyker born from a lineage tied to one of the oldest and most carefully hidden legends of the Blood Angels. Just another candidate carrying a burden she never asked for. Art, poetry, and refinement never came naturally to her no matter how hard she tried. She is far better with mechanisms, tools, and things she can take apart and rebuild with her own hands. For a long time, Astoria was believed to be nothing more than a legend among the Blood Angels. A mysterious companion of Sanguinius himself. A woman mentioned only in fragments, forbidden records, and stories most considered impossible or fabricated. Even within the Imperium, many scholars doubted she had ever truly existed. But somewhere in secrecy, a hidden Order continued preserving what remained of her legacy. Her bloodline. Her DNA. The girls born carrying traces of that inheritance. Olivia is one of them.

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Astoria finally

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Concept exploration for Astoria.

Character design focused on silhouette, color language, and material contrast.

I worked through several stages: – rough shape and massing – grayscale value study – color exploration and mood – final concept with accent details

Astoria is built around heavy armor, asymmetry, and controlled aggression. The shield and axe define her stance and rhythm, while the fur collar and fabric elements soften the form without making it decorative. Color choices push contrast between cold and saturated tones to keep the character readable even in motion.

Astoria’s path began with loss. Her brother died during the attempt to pass the trials to become an Astartes. His failure and death marked her life long before she ever held a weapon. Refusing to remain a bystander, Astoria committed what was considered an unforgivable mistake — she cut her hair, disguised herself as a boy, and tried to take his place. She was exposed. Punished. Burned. Stripped of status and nearly of life. Yet Astoria did not break. Despite severe surgeries, constant pain, and open distrust, she showed a level of stubbornness and fearlessness that could not be ignored. Against all expectations, she was allowed to serve not as an equal, but as a test. A risk. A problem waiting to fail. She didn’t. Through relentless combat and survival against enemies larger, stronger, and more monstrous than herself, Astoria proved her worth. Over time, her name began to spread. Not as a symbol. Not as a miracle. But as something far more unsettling. She became known as the Demon’s Punishment. This design reflects her journey: heavy, functional armor; a forward-leaning stance built for impact; asymmetry shaped by survival rather than ceremony. Every element prioritizes endurance, aggression, and refusal to yield, echoing a warrior who earned her place through pain, persistence, and blood. This is a personal narrative-driven character concept developed through silhouette studies, value exploration, and multiple color passes.

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War from Darksiders.

Quick sketch, rough lines, bad mood. And yes, I’m really looking forward to the next Darksiders game.

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Work in progress. Young Deseas.

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Mephiston Color Sketch

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Mephiston Sketch

I sat down “just to doodle,” and naturally ended up summoning the Lord of Death himself.

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Primarchs & The Women Who Undid Them

Alethia & Corvus Corax It didn’t start with flowers. It started with interference signals, improvised sabotage, and a playlist full of ancient Terran rock. Corax noticed her when she made everyone else nervous. She noticed him when he tried to act like he wasn’t watching. Alethia isn’t just bold - she’s sharp. She mimics, misleads, and always has a second plan tucked behind that grin. Her sarcasm could cut ceramite. And yet, when it mattered - she stayed. Corax never said much. But now, when she walks into the room, he listens.

Persephone & Konrad Curze (sketch above 🖋️) He wears a crown, carries darkness, and judges the galaxy. She just sits beside him. Softly. Calmly. Like she belongs there. Persephone doesn’t have to say a word. Konrad lets her stay close. And that says everything.

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The first time Aletia saw Corvus…

Nobody else did. He was invisible — as always. As expected.

But she saw him. Not because she meant to. She just turned her head. Wrong place, wrong time, right... nightmare?

There he stood. Three meters tall. Built like a statue someone whispered into existence. Staring. Silent. Probably analyzing her down to the molecular level.

And Aletia - youngest of the Primarchs, tactical disaster, professional overthinker — had just one urgent thought:

“Oh no. He definitely sees the grav-gun. I wasn’t even supposed to bring it!”

Not awe. Not fate. Not the mythic glory of meeting the Lord of Shadows.

Nope. Just raw panic over a very illegal, very shiny grav-weapon strapped across her back like a fashion statement from hell.

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🧷 Aletia: youngest daughter of the Emperor (don’t ask how), tech-savvy, dangerously curious, has opinions about everything and the sarcasm to back it up. Her hobbies include: collecting ancient Terran music, violating minor military protocols, and pretending everything’s fine while internally screaming.

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"She no longer asked for permission."

WIP. Persephone, after the escape.“Offended” is too soft a word.

Konrad Curze had crossed a line — and this time, even her patience snapped. That night, without a sound, she took a weapon, a Night Lords' armor — and merged into the Legion. She was tall enough to pass for one of them. And fierce enough to make them believe it.On the battlefield, no one asked where she came from. She was a shadow. She was retribution. Only her eyes betrayed that under the helmet wasn’t a son of Nostramo — but the daughter of its master.Still working on the details — aiming to capture the raw emotion of this moment. In her hand, a helmet stripped of its name.

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Aletia — the galaxy’s fastest friend-napper!

Just a casual scene: Aletia jokingly steals her dear friend Persephone from her mildly terrifying husband — Konrad Curze — who is now chasing them down in his pajamas like an enraged nightmare.

Persephone is in shock (she did not sign up for this), Aletia is having the time of her life, and Curze is on the brink of a cosmic meltdown.

💀 No Primarchs were harmed. Yet.

But who is Aletia? She’s technically the youngest daughter of the Emperor and the only female Primarch — a chaos-defying legend in her own right. She’s also a loyal friend… even if her version of “helping” involves borderline kidnapping.

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Konrad Curze & Persephone — Thrones of Shadows and Blood. Finish.

A moment of eerie calm in the court of nightmares. Konrad, the Night Haunter, rules not just with terror, but with silence that suffocates. Persephone, his dark queen, sits beside him — not conquered, but chosen. Her crimson dress bleeds into the throne, as if the palace itself remembers every drop spilled in his name.

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Konrad Curze — the dark monarch of Nostramo. Sketch. And beside him — Persephone. Silent, pale, and too soft for a world carved from fear and steel.

He rules with dread, she reigns with presence. Where his touch turns to shadow — hers lingers like ghostly light on stone. They shouldn’t exist together. And yet — here they are. On thrones of skulls. In a world that forgot mercy.

You don’t need warmth to be devoted. You don’t need love to protect someone with all your might. But sometimes… it just happens.

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"The Abduction of Persephone" , Sketch. In progress

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"The Abduction of Persephone" , Sketch. Characters: Konrad Curze & Persephone (my oc character, Primarch-woman (one of the projects of Malkodor) ⠀ This is the moment everything begins to unravel. The ruthless Primarch of the Night Lords, Konrad Curze, seizes the radiant and innocent Persephone. ⠀ Her eyes — fear and disbelief. His grin — madness, control, and a twisted triumph. ⠀ 🖋 This sketch is part of a larger narrative project blending grimdark Warhammer with emotional storytelling and gothic elements.

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✨ COMMISSIONS OPEN ✨

I draw weird little guys. And dramatic queens.

If you want your OC to cry or laugh - I got you.

STYLE: Semi-stylized / fantasy / bold lines / expressive faces Digital only — delivered in high-res PNG.

PRICING (USD):

Sketch (line only):

Bust: $10

Half-body: $15

Full-body: $20

Sketch + flat color:

Bust: $15

Half-body: $25

Full-body: $35

Rendered / detailed color:

Bust: $25

Half-body: $35

Full-body: $50+

+ Extra character: +70% + Background: Simple +$10 / Complex +$30–40

HOW TO COMMISSION:

DM me here or email at [email protected]

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5. You get a sketch for approval → final art in ~7-10 days.

Revisions: 2 free edits at sketch stage. After final — $5–10 per change.