Double attack on RustyBolt and Lord_Plague!
Quick Warp Adventure!
Commissions info - Prints* - Merch*
*might be domestic only!
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
RMH
cherry valley forever

izzy's playlists!
Three Goblin Art
Jules of Nature

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
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Xuebing Du
occasionally subtle

Product Placement
Not today Justin

oozey mess
Keni

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Show & Tell
Game of Thrones Daily

if i look back, i am lost
One Nice Bug Per Day
TVSTRANGERTHINGS

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Double attack on RustyBolt and Lord_Plague!
Quick Warp Adventure!
Commissions info - Prints* - Merch*
*might be domestic only!
Wake up, Son of Ryza
Attack I did for @rusty-lights Rhy-256 belongs to Rusty and Meridian (the one prancing around) belongs to me :>
Forgot to post this. Fight me. I have tech-priests.
An art gifting game
Got another thing off my to-do list! It's based on a scene from Soul Hunter (iykyk), except I wanted Talos explaining it to Eurydice instead of Septimus (because I wanted that final panel). Will still need to do proper art of First Claw someday.
Tried playing around with a style I could use to render these quick, but still make it look good… for future comic projects! Used a hard brush for the linework, and went straight to colors after. Process on my artstation!
I Am feeling extra lazy and silly today so all yall gettin' is this Photo of an unholy Dragonball style fusion of sir GitGud and a Vocaloid cosplayer
Kharn as Miku is The Second more famous Warhammer meme of ALL time, and here is my version, THE IDEA AIN'T MINE, but since EVERYTHING IN 40K IS CANON intersects with EVERY HATSUNE MIKU IS CANON, This drawing is 200% Double Canon²
everyone he's ever worked with or loved has died, tried to kill him, or tried to kill him AND themself
Blessing The Dead
by GJDoran
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Papas' little bird
No scattering, good dad Emperor AU
❌🐦♥️Nooo! Silly little Chibi style lazely sketched Lamenter Space Marine with extra long damaged Beaky Helmet, member of the secret Lemon Hating Company!
Don't use your recently found love for the Scary beaky helmet badass Sororitas as motivation to push beyond your limits!
You are already good enough! You don't need to Fight for greatness! She already loves you even with your horrible Luck and Very hard to paint shoulder design! Come baaaack!
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Low effort Warhammer comic meme post because I am feeling extra silly and extra in love today. Peace ✌🏾
Always By Your Side
Poetry about the perspective of a cat dying while he lays in the arms of his owner.
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The fluorescent lights glitter like tinsel balls. They flare out their strings like the stars have come to visit me.
My friend’s soft lap is gravity; My heavy body is anchored to it.
I can vividly hear my friend’s hand weaving through my fur. His thumb rubs gently against my wet paws. It was the same way he flipped through pages of his comic books, unfurling their butterfly wings.
The gray walls press us together. The light and darkness overlap into its complexity. A moonlight lapping with the dark ocean waves. Beyond the window, the sky is a deary blue. Its weight weighs on my body; an intractable illness that turns a flickering flame into a beautiful illustration.
My eyes drift to the lilac buttons on my friend’s wool sweater. I purr for him, wrapping my tail around his shivering arm.
His falling tears strengthen the aching waves over my body. Each flap, each drum, each sob. His voice reverberates of bells.
I hear his heartbeat. It’s strong, twofold.
Our hearts pound together. But, mine fleets. Growing softer and softer. My body is cool, sifting to a brief tune. My friend’s murmurs escape the room.
Shadows shift at the corner of my eyes. He sees right through me. His eyes wear a sad frame. His irises, a ginger tide. They were golden fields, where his soul waits.
His hand covers my dim vision. I slip away. Darkness holds my hand, guiding my way.
I wake, finding my friend’s hand sketching my new face. I see his large eyes, sketching my limbs. I see the room I used to live in with him. His clothes were still as wrinkled and messy as I left them.
I now have two feet and two hands. My smile is broader than it’s ever been. I wish to leap from this paper cage to purr again in his arms. But, he only frowns at me, the sadder he’s ever been.
He takes an eraser from his easel. He leans close, as if to give me a small kiss.
He presses the eraser against my eyes and I can see no more.
He crumbles me and tosses me away.
Leaving me to walk alone by his side.
Ugly ass baby
Thistle, hermit of Greenpath
Dumping sketches here too
Pavor Nocturnus
The unwanted gift; a beast that rules from dawn till dusk Bloodlust chained by faith, steel and discipline
The Argent
——•—— In ages past, a warrior knight with soul of silver bright, dreamed of righteous might and deeds that would bring forth the light. Yet gold was not the essence of her heart's true core, for that belonged to one who walked a distant shore. This other soul who shared her sacred quest divine, the knight observed from afar, hoping paths would one day align. When darkness stirred in shadows deep and low, her blade would flash, her countenance aglow. She vowed no evil would remain or thrive, in her perfect world where only good survives. This hatred, though, became a twisted vine, ensnaring her once-noble design. Her heart grew harsh with judgment cold and stark, no mercy granted those she deemed touched by dark. She saw deception lurking everywhere in sight—in friendly faces, loving eyes, despite. Her vigilance transformed to bitter seed, as suspicion poisoned every thought and deed. Her spirit, ever silver, pure and true, now burned with spite in all she sought to do. "My wrath is just," she whispered to the night, her silver soul still good, yet never golden bright. ——•——
Emperor of Mankind as Omnissiah