#fuukonomiko

[lillymakesart]

@fuukonomiko never doubt me again

guide to troubled BES part 1

guide to troubled BES part 2

[yanavaseva]

Commission for @fuukonomiko. He likes to show his pecs because he was raised by dark eldar wyches. Also he's huge but all his furniture is made to accommodate him. Here's the character description: "Az'khal "Verdugo" Tru'gall is a Lost Primarch. Birthed on the Emperor of Mankinds lab, lost to a human world later invaded by the Drukhari. He was spared because of his abilties. Az'khal was taken in by the Succubus Wych of the Cult of The Abandoned Corpse and raised to become one of Commoragh''s greatest gladiators. He's loud, audacious and a glory hourd. Later on was betrayed by his own kin and sold out to the Emperor, who, together with the Custodes, wiped out majority of his cult and killed his mother figure. Rumours abound he had been the one to betray them and made him unwelcome in his old stomping grounds. He led his legion, The Sanguine Blades, to the Great Crusade with much contempt."

[incorrect-primarchs-quotes]

Transmissions Gone Horribly Wrong

In the vastness of space I can imagine typos or misheard communications can occur! Like...you know....

"M'Lord they are sending the Might Lords to our system."

"Might Lords? Huh, never heard of them. Whew, for a minute there I was worried they're going to send those murderous skin-flayers."

"No! They're sending the Right Lords."

"Even better."

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"Why would anyone name their Legion The Dork Angels?"

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"He hails from The Spare Wolves."

"Awww, pity. What happened to the rest of them?"

[sketchmasterjess]

First attack on artfight, and I *had* to draw this man

Don't mind me, @fuukonomiko. I'm looking at your Verdugo. Respectfully.

....maybe

>.>;;

Just gotta spray one of my muses that is trying to wake up.

[crimson-miz]

@fuukonomiko Surprise! Thank u for asking! i didn't intend to go so hard on the rendering but her design was such a blast to draw, i couldn't help myself sdlkfjasd I love the stomach mouth on her demon form, i hope u don't mind that i took a few liberties with certain design elements. Thank u again! this was fun af 8O non blurred version under the cut for u :D

[that-random-chaos-entity]

Send 👂 to overhear my muse talking about yours.

It had become a rather common occurrence to see Nehetari wandering aimlessly around the Iron Reforged during a warp jump, seemingly following nothing. However it WAS uncommon to see Perturabo following behind her as she did so.

"I'm trying to tell you, this is a BAD IDEA."

The xenos didn't seem too concerned. "I have never sensed such a warp entity before," she stated, as if that flat response would ease all of his troubles. The air around her seemed to crackle with her subdued excitement, "It was clearly once mortal, but not only has it undergone an Aetherial Metamorphosis (what Nehetari refers to as apotheosis), it did so without the assistance of any of the Greater Singularities (what she refers to as the Chaos Gods). I have to study it; especially when it is this close."

The Primarch was not convinced.

"Not this one! Trust me, I KNOW something about this one," Perturabo picked her up to halt her progress. "If this entity is around, it means the soul of... ...one of my brothers... ...is close by."

Nehetari gave him a look of the most mild confusion. "Is that not a good thing?"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" he Roared, a bit louder than he'd intended, then muttered, "Curze was... ...IS... ...a monster. Even more so than most of us. He was a butcher, a torturer, a murderer and a twisted degenerate excuse for a human even without the help of Chaos. Trust me, he's better off dead and his soul left alone"

Neherari seemed to ponder this for a moment. She knew how flexible death was to beings with profound souls such as she and these Primarchs. If what Perturabo said was true, and this Conrad Curze died without being subsumed by one of the Singularities, he could still have a very real presence on the physical universe if he so chose. This could indeed spell disaster if he decided to meddle with them. Though judging from his tone, there seemed to be more to this story than Perturabo was letting on.

But it wasn't the deceased Primarch that interested her.

"Very well," Nehetari said, seeing that there was no way she would be able to study this entity without causing her companion considerable stress. "There is one thing that puzzles me though. Who is this entity to your brother, that would cause his soul to latch onto it so?"

Perturabo, having already tucked her under his arm and was beginning to haul her in the opposite direction, sighed in a way that, to the Necrontyr, almost seemed to betray pity.

"I've only heard hearsay," he muttered, "I've done my best to distance myself from Curze and the 8th since the beginning... ...but... ...from what I've heard, there was once a mortal human woman named... ...Fuuko, I think... ...who was considerably close to Curze." The Primarch snorted, as if the very possibility was so ludicrous it offended his sensibilities. "Although I can only assume by 'close' they meant 'he didn't really feel like eating her most days'."

"It sounds like she may have been his 'emotional support human', as Crucius would likely say."

Perturabo gave an irritated grumble. He hated his self-appointed "big brother" for coining the term "emotional support xenos." Everybody was using it now. But he had to admit, it seemed to fit better in this scenario than anything else he felt like coming up with at the moment.

"Perhaps..." he grumbled.

Nehetari blinked, her curiosity piqued even more, but she allowed herself to be carried away from the mysterious presence. However as they left, out of the corner of her eye she could see the feminine outline of a horned human woman watching them with far more eyes than the norm. As if on cue, as soon as she made eye contact with the being, she felt a dark and malevolent shadow run icy claws around her neck and down her back, like a warning strike from an oceanic predator.

Nehetari rebuffed it gently with a psychic barrier that enveloped bother her and Perturabo. It served as both a statement that she meant the dead-eyed beast and its mate no harm, and a gentle warning that, if provoked, she would defend herself and hers with all the power and subtlety she was capable of.

However, the shade seemed far more interested in protecting the entity it followed than flaying her and her companion into tiny pieces. After seemingly determining that a confrontation would be far more costly than it was worth, it attempted to usher its Greater Entity away with all the grace that a predatory creature of its caliber could muster.

[askmalal]

You may wish to know our position on the current events in your world.

Rest assured that your Dark Patron is hard at work, little mortal.

Commissioned from my dear sister, the incomparable Goddess Fuukonomiko. Long May she reign.

[tbone-works]

What character is your favorite to draw?

It would have to be Shadow the Hedgehog for Fanart, and my Original Character, The Renegade for original stuff.