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[lambofregress]

Soooo does anyone know Muffins? I’ve been so obsessed with this series again, I had to do my own version! If there’s any interest I may posts about the project a bit more!

[foandgeld]

Cummisar Van Darkholme "Chaos, fuck you"

[wanderer-w00lf]

I'm kinda working on something with these guys, so I drew them just to practise a bit; and also because I like the Fallout Equestria story.

[warhammer-painter81]

Corpse Grinder Cult Butcher

[blue72feather]

[foandgeld]

Hellion Eternal Legions Part II

[foandgeld]

Cummisar Van Darkholme "Chaos, fuck you"

[wrongtrader]

Chapter I – Sermon of the Corpse

From the sky comes no light, no mercy.

Only the vast silhouette of a divine corpse, drifting above creation like a rotting sun.

From it we breathe. From it we bleed. By it our bones wage war.

Its ichor runs in black rivers, seeping into the earth, festering in wombs.

To breathe it is to accept visions of veils and lies.

To drink it is to carry the strength of giants and the fever of the dying.

To wield its bones is to raise walls and carve graves.

And all of it corrupts.

All of it decays.

With every use, a little flesh yields, a little soul fractures.

First, the eyes shine. Then, the dreams speak. Later, the skin hardens, blooming into spines.

In the end, only the husk remains: an echo, a shell.

Here there is no peace.

War is no choice — it is breath, it is bread, it is worship.

Mud, trench, fire. Bones stacked not as monuments, but as foundations.

And always, always the reminder of what hangs above: the celestial rot that sustains and condemns us.

They call it miracle. They call it plague.

The name does not matter.

What exists is the slow digestion of a dead god — and we, worms feasting on its flesh.