#hivecity

[brushray]

Durgan Kill-Fist of House Goliath, fan art

[denofimagination-blog]

The Palanite Enforcers, Necromunda’s local law enforcement. They enforce order through brutal control and fear of reprisal.

Den of Imagination - miniature painting studio We paint single models and entire armies Commissions: [email protected]

[ederiuss]

New WIP

Getting in the mood for some eerie 40k stuff again, here's hoping I manage to capture it as well as last time

Will work on it over the next few days, kinda want to do some historical sketching first though

[the-most-humble-blog]

[alastairtemple]

New piece made in collaboration with Spiraloso on DeviantArt. In a reversal of a common Collab route of mine Spiraloso provided the mandelbulb and I did the rest. The various ships modelled in #blender and #cinema4D and rendered in #Octane. Combined in #photoshop. Available on my DeviantArt page at a higher resolution for use as a desktop wallpaper for those who would like it. #art #digitalart #scifi #sciencefiction #mandelbulb3d #frieghter #fractal #megastructure #spaceship #dark #gloomy #hivecity #distopia #3D #desktopwallpaper https://www.instagram.com/p/CdXzxZLt086/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[lautriche]

There are Hive cities so polluted their inhabitants never see the sun… they live and die in the darkness, shrouded in a constant haze. This is one of those.

[denofimagination-blog]

Every flame is purification. Every bullet is a sermon.

This is not a gang. It is a crusade in the filthy streets of Necromunda.

Have a vision? We bring it to the tabletop.

Den of Imagination - miniature painting studio.

Commissions: [email protected]

[the-most-humble-blog]

"Grimdark Hive City ‘Bakery & Sweets’ Market: A 40K Culinary Nightmare"

Where the Cakes Are Stale, the Candy Might Kill You, and the Smell of Burnt Flesh Just Adds to the Ambience

Ah, the Hive City Bakery and Sweets Market—where sugar, despair, and the faint scent of industrial lubricant mix into an unholy cocktail of culinary horror. If you’ve ever wondered what a post-apocalyptic bake sale looks like, congratulations, you just found it.

What’s on the menu, you ask? Oh, just the most depressing, borderline-toxic confections you’ve ever encountered.

1. “Corpse-Starch Croissants” – You Don’t Want to Know What’s in Them

Ever had a croissant so dry it doubles as sandpaper? Now imagine it was made from the recycled bodies of the unfortunate. Congratulations, you’ve just bitten into the Hive’s signature Corpse-Starch Croissant.

✨ Flaky! (Like the guy who swore he’d pay you back.) ✨ Filling! (In the same way that eating drywall is.) ✨ Sustainably sourced! (From yesterday’s unlucky citizens.)

Eat it. Don’t ask questions. If you’re hungry enough, you won’t care.

2. “Sludge Pies” – Now With 40% Less Industrial Waste!

A “pie” in the loosest sense of the word, Sludge Pies are served warm—mainly because they’re still fermenting in their own filth.

🥧 The Crust? Half-burnt, half-raw, 100% regret. 🥧 The Filling? A mystery slurry that probably started as something edible but has long since become a sentient goo that might fight back. 🥧 The Experience? A 70/30 chance of immediate food poisoning or enlightenment.

Perfect for those with no self-respect or functioning taste buds.

3. “Synth-Sugar Candies” – Sweet, Addictive, and Probably Illegal

Ever wanted to taste cavity-inducing regret with just a hint of chemical burns? Welcome to Synth-Sugar Candies, the Hive’s answer to real sweets—except engineered in some back-alley lab by a guy named Grim Jax.

🍬 Glows in the dark (definitely not natural). 🍬 Might contain traces of actual sugar. Maybe. 🍬 Side effects include dizziness, hallucinations, and brief moments of cosmic awareness.

Kids love them. Authorities hate them. That’s how you know they’re good.

4. “Meat” Puffs – But What Kind of Meat? No One Knows.

Listen, in the Grimdark Hive, you don’t ask what the meat is. If it smells vaguely edible and doesn’t actively try to crawl off your plate, it’s dinner.

🥩 Possibilities include: ✅ Rat? Maybe. ✅ Some dude who owed money to the wrong people? Could be. ✅ Industrial waste reprocessed into something “protein-adjacent”? Most likely.

Either way, slap it in some questionable pastry dough, deep fry it in yesterday’s recycled grease, and BOOM—you got yourself a Meat Puff.

Hope your stomach can handle mystery protein.

5. “Recaf ‘Delights’” – Wake Up and Regret Your Choices

Need caffeine but also mild psychosis? Try a Recaf Delight, a pastry infused with enough synthetic stimulants to make your teeth vibrate out of your skull.

☕ Baked fresh-ish daily. ☕ Tastes like burnt battery acid. ☕ Comes with a free existential crisis.

Pairs well with crippling debt and the weight of existence.

⚠️ WARNING: Consumption may cause:

☠️ Instant regret & irreversible digestive trauma. ☠️ Hallucinations, organ failure, or spontaneous mutation. ☠️ Your food to fight back. ☠️ An unshakable feeling of being cursed.

👀 If your Meat Puff twitches, chew faster.

💀 NO REFUNDS. NO LIABILITY. NO SURVIVORS GUARANTEED.

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