I saw this picture and immediately thought of Corvus and his daughters.
His beautiful daughters follow him as he walks down the hallway and thinks about something :D
LITERALLY HIM OUGH 😭😭 Corvus is never truly alone anymore (he's not complaining he loves his little crows)
The father of Warhammer 40k art direction and the man that has inspired me as an artist, down to inspiring my current artstyle (and I am sure will continue to inspire me, even in death). 40k just wouldn't be 40k had it not been for the foundation of grimdark sci-fi that he laid.
Your Konrad is so full of energy and life (ironically so maybe) I absolutely adore the way you draw him, you capture his spirit so well : )
Thank youuu!!!
I must say i do think i mischaracterise him, i often draw him a lot happier than he actualy is, or rather having a great time causing suffering, when realy he tends to be a bit more grim and cruel about it, i fear i may be playing up the Crazy(trademark) aspect of him a bit too much,
Anyhow, here's him happily skinning a man, cropped for gore, full under cut
Could I please have Perturabo and Magnus hugging? I love them so much
I LOVE THEM TOOOOO!!! One of Peter Turbo’s very few wholesome and healthy almost relationships! I desperately wish they had more time  together. Their interactions were some of my favorites. 
You are a Night Lord. You were captured and forced into redemption servitude... with the Salamanders.
You've been alive for more than two hundred years. You've flayed approximately forty thousand people. You've eaten parts of maybe three hundred of them. You once made a man's entire extended family into a wind chime that screamed when the breeze hit it just right.
And yet somehow this is the worst thing that's ever happened to you.
"The green is hideous" you say for the twentieth time.
Inquisitor Helastus doesn't even look up from her dataslate. She's a tall woman and she's wearing that stupid rosette like it means something. "Noted. Again."
"No, you don't understand." You gesture at the power armor they've strapped you into. Salamanders colors. You feel like vomiting just from the colors alone. "This is a war crime. This violates the Edict of Nikaea. The Treaty of Olympus. The... the Laws of Fashion."
"The Laws of Fashion aren't real."
"THEY SHOULD BE!"
The explosive collar around your neck beeps cheerfully. It does that when you raise your voice. Apparently you're supposed to learn not to do that. You've been here six hours and it's beeped four hundred and nine times.
Inquisitor Helastus finally looks at you. "Nahl Krayd. Serial number lost to time. Warband designation: The Screaming Dark. Wanted for fifteen thousand counts of known murder, eight thousand counts of torture, although the suspected number is much higher; six thousand counts of wearing the skins of your victims as hand puppets during planetary invasions..."
"That was one time and it was hilarious."
"... four thousand counts of cannibalism, three thousand counts of defiling Imperial shrines by leaving artistic arrangements of intestines..."
"I call that one 'Still Life with Colon'."
"... and one count of stealing a Chimera APC and joyriding it through a cathedral while screaming 'The Emperor is a corpse and I fucked your mom'."
You grin. Your teeth are filed to points. "Good times."
She sighs. It's the sigh of a woman who has made a terrible mistake but is committed to seeing it through. You know that sigh. You've heard it from every single one of your victims right before they realized you weren't going to kill them quickly.
"You are being assigned to Strike Force Prometheus. You will work with a squad of Salamanders Space Marines on a mission to investigate Chaos cult activity on the hive world of Malavax VII. You will follow orders. You will not kill, maim, flay, eat or psychologically scar any Imperial citizens without direct authorization. You will not remove the armor. You will not remove the collar. If you attempt to escape the collar explodes. If you kill any Salamanders the collar explodes. If you disobey a direct order from me or the Salamanders squad leader the collar explodes. If you try to take the armor off the collar explodes. If you complain too much the collar..."
"Explodes, yeah, I get it." You slump in the restraint throne. "This is because of the candles thing, isn't it?"
For the first time something almost like emotion crosses her face. "You turned forty three Space Marines into human torches."
"Salamanders. They were Salamanders. The irony was exquisite." You lean forward. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to get promethium to burn at exactly the right temperature to keep an Astartes alive while they're on fire? I'm talking precise chemical calculations. That's art."
"That's why you're still alive." She stands. "You're clever. Resourceful. Adaptable. And most importantly you're terrified of dying."
You bare your teeth. "I'm not scared of shit."
The collar beeps.
She smiles. It's not a nice smile. "We'll see. The Salamanders are waiting in Bay Seven. Try not to make them kill you in the first five minutes."
Don't worry, it will get worse (or better, depending on your point of view).
Ooohh i saw your Mortarion pledging to Nurgle art and would LOVE to see your depiction of demon prince Mortarion, if you’d be so kind 🥺💚💚
You draw him so perfectly, I can’t wait to see what your vision is
Aaah thank you! 😭💚
Mortarion's Daemon Prince form is tricky for me because I really like his canonical design, but also could absolutely have a lot of fun trying to do it from scratch. 🫠
I think the main thing I'd change would be to make his facial changes a bit more subtle and keep his features more reminiscent of his pre-daemon form (just so that his face is still recognizable), and lean on the moth motif for the wings more. I only have so many spoons currently and couldn't do a full-on clean design, but here's a try from a few days ago!