This Is For Anyone Who Needs It! !!! Like Me. I Needed This After Last Week!!! 🫶♥️

😆 🤣 😂 tbh it fits too well, especially the fucked up daddy issues!

I’ve been drawing for 14 hours straight

"On tonight's episode: Can Asenath juggle a meeting with the awakened council and a diplomacy meeting with the small critters who took over her world during the great sleep?!? And all at the same time?"

I love this concept, necrons will always be the funniest xeno to pov the galaxy from!

🎵Now I gotta figure out how to do it right🎵 🎵So much to learn and see!🎵

Phaerakh Asenath... not. But it's not like she has a choice who she can and can't be. A little oopsie happened during the Great Sleep and now "Asenath" is not who she really is. Where is the real Phaerakh? No clue. So, she's the leader now!

(Basically, imagine if all of a sudden your tough as nails political leader is accidentally replaced by a catgirl hacker. Asenath is a Necron equivalent of that)

Wrote a Guillivraine hot take post, but then realized that the take was perhaps a bit TOO hot and would upset a lot of people. To the drafts it goes

Hope you don't mind me borrowing this, I figured Sanguinius would look phenomenal in the outfit!

@moociaoafterdark I also hope u enjoy more crossdressing Sangy! ❤️

Oh? Request time? Okay!

Your Vitus in this, if you can...

el ouioui

OH HELL YEAH!!!!! THAT LOOKS FUCKIN PHENOMENAL!! 👌 🔥 😍 💯

Back on my painting stuff after a while and finished Asurmen

I added the ghost of his brother coming from his sword like i did on my old one and i wasnt keen on the magazines so i gave him his old belt feed back.

This is so unique 😍 I love it!

I LOVE ISOPOD OCS SO MUCH GRR

this cutie is up for kofi preclaims until tmrw for 150!

If they arent sold until then I will post them as an auction!

I love where your head's at!!! 🫶💗💕

For any wondering, here is the list I have so far for the fem primarchs and their monstrous transformations/"true forms"

Freya(Leman)- Wolfen

Atlantia(Angron)- Lioness deamon

Cora(Corvus)- Crow deamon

Mortica(Mortarion)-Insectiod (preying mantis, centipede, fly)

Hestia(Vulkan)- A giant salamander dragon (no wings)

Ferra(Ferrus Manus)-Necron reserected (biotransferance)

Sanguinia(Sanguinius)- Mantacore but snow lepord instead of lion

Fulgrim- Deep sea fish/siren

Kassandra(Konrad)- Vampire Bat

Magnolia(Magnus)- elder mummy litch or Owl+Peacock?

Jagathai- actual war hawk or cheeta?

Petra(Perturabo)- ?

Hathor(Horus)- ?

Renala(Rogal Dorn)- ?

The Lioness (The Lion)- Chimaera

Juno(Robuté Guilliman)- Bovine/Cow/Minotaur

Arellia(Logar)-?

Alpharia/Omega(Alpharius and Omegon)- ?

If you couldn't tell, this is not a complete list! And for the question mark ones, please feel free to submit ur ideas! (I am trying to avoid the obvious choices, i.e., The Lioness being a lion, but I'm open if you have a unique spin)

This project is a community share alike, so if u wanna use these designs in ur artwork, go for it! I really want this to be a group effort!!!

Fuckin Rad! I especially love her first look!

That tux? très magnifique!!!

My Lord Inquisitor girl, Bianca Orso! Ideally, she would be also wearing a polar bear pelt, as her name literally translates to "white bear", lol.

She is 146 years old, but looks about in her 40s thanks to the rejuvenation treatment. She is a daughter of a Rogue Trader (father) and a Commissar (mother), however, both of her parents fell during the battle against an Ork invasion. Bianca keeps contact with her father's side of the family, but, usually, mostly for business, as she has no desire to become a Rogue Trader. She is, however, close with her maternal aunt, who is part of the Ecclesiarchy.

You may be thinking right now "Wait, Moociao, she kinda looks like how you draw Big E, but with boobs! Are they connected?". And to that I say: no! Literally just a coincidence she looks like Big E, but with boobs, her parents are in no way connected to the man on the Golden Throne. Malcador's spirit is still giving Big E a stink eye.

Please... no.. 🥺

Fulgrim fans, brace yourself, I'm about to hurt you again

This story was written by the super talented and amazing @utterimmolation

"A Chance at Redemption."

The first thing Horus noticed was the quiet.

The Warp whispered, barked, *screamed* to him constantly these days. It was harder to hear himself anymore. The Gods told him secrets and truths, but his own thoughts became quieter and heavier. He was so much more nowadays, but there was a tiny gasp buried deep within that dared to murmur that he had only diminished.

He's gotten used to pushing that doubt away. The Gods assure him of the righteousness of his path, his legacy, his drive to see the False Emperor dashed from his ostentatious chair.

But here, on one of Etheria's twelve moons, standing across from his lone sister, his head is shockingly, disconcertingly ~~mercifully ~~, *quiet*.

The siblings study each other in silence for several moments. This is one of the least developed moons of the dozen, which is no doubt why Adora had chosen it. He briefly wonders if she had rigged it to blow or perhaps intends to repay him and his Sons in kind for Istvaan but dropping nuclear armaments from orbit but dismisses the idea. Adora can be surprisingly ruthless, but she would not dare risk damage to the moons and especially not Etheria and its people.

It is a character trait that makes her predictable but dangerous, much like Vulkan: their love of mortals makes them easy to maneuver, but strikes against them must be fast, hard and final, lest they rise again with greater and overwelming fury and unfortunately, that last part has proven remarkably difficult to overcome.

"You know why I am here," he finally breaks the silence.

Adora's mouth twists. "I do," she acknowledges.

"And?"

Adora takes a half step forward, her honor guard shadowing her every twitch, like children hiding behind their mother's skirts, unwilling to let her be parted from them. He hears Abaddon scoff quietly, his First Captain disgusted at the weakness he perceives.

Horus sees what it truly is. Love, beyond reason or doubt, beyond sense. The Sons of She-Ra love her, with such intensity that to lose her risks triggering a fury to rival that of Angron himself. Of course, perhaps that is not so surprising. The Slave of Nuceria hated so much only because he had once loved so fiercely and completely that its loss had stripped him of all humanity and rendered him little more than a beast.

"You come to me with a proposition. Let me give one instead: turn away from your Rebellion. Disavow the Chaos Gods. Disavow the Emperor. Disavow the butchers and sadists and monsters you've aligned yourself with. And stay here."

Horus blinks, surprised beside himself. An appeal to him hadn't been unexpected. An opportunity to be granted asylum had. "You would welcome me to Etheria?"

"You would have to pay penance. To even *begin* to pay for the crimes you've committed, the atrocities you've done... would take millenia. But you would be free and protected from both the Warp and the Emperor. I would stand with you. You could find redemption. Could help me build a universe of connectivity, communication...love. You could find peace." The Princess of Power slowly extended her hand. "You need only ask."

The voice that has been silenced and stifled for so long under the burning Gaze of Chaos is screaming at him now, louder than it's ever been. He is abruptly aware, for the first time in weeks, how grimy and heavy his armor feels, how hungry and thirsty and tired he feels. He...he cannot remember the last time he ate. Slept.

He looks past his sister, up at the distant glow of Etheria, and remembers the peace of the world. The smiles of children. The brotherhood of Space Marines, learning, training...living. He remembers being...happy.

He looks at his sister's hand, and his soul screams at him to take it.

He swings Worldbreaker instead.

It meets her golden shield in an explosion of rainbow Warp energy, and both Primarchs are pushed back several feet. Their respective sons stumble, and many fall.

Horus looks at her and sees only sadness and pity, and he feels a hate to rival that which he feels for his very Father.

Abaddon must give the order, as the Word Bearer ships and that of Etheria's fleet begin to fire at each other. Adora has her sword now and she's coming towards him but he ~~doesn't want to fight her~~ can't waste time now, not when the Emperor's gaze searches for him and Ultramar's fleets grow closer to reinforcing Terra.

He presses the teleporter on his belt and slams back into his quarters on the *Vengeful Spirit* only to fall to his knees as the protective aura of Etheria's territory disappears and the God's Gazes return to him with renewed focus and force. They see his doubts, his fears and they sooth him even as they shred at him for his impudence.

He does not know how long he kneels in his quarters, body, mind and soul wracked by agony. He only knows his fury is incandescent when a Son arrives to inform him the World Bearer fleet has been defeated and they are in-route to Mars. He dashes the Marine and two dozen serfs against the walls before the rages abates itself even slightly, and as he makes his way ti the bridge he promises himself this:

When the Emperor lies dead at his feet, he will return, with all of his forces, and lay waste to Etheria, until its seas run red, it's sky turns black and Adora's wife is nothing more than a new carpet before his bed.

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