illustration made for : @AlaydeensGuard -Magos Biologis Heretic- The genome It is a grimoire. The flesh is programmable. The soul is permeable. Mutation is revelation. Possession is merely the next stage. Blessed be the twisting double helix.

This operation has become considerably more bizarre

illustration made for @ZNemwna Vera Noctus, a High Elven noble hailing from Ulthuan. Despite being young for and elf she seems just as comfortable slipping through shadows and delving into ruins as she does attending fancy dinner parties.

After surviving her own obsolescence, Reiko is now the organic processor of Chae-won, an Umbral sales agent for whom luxury and cruelty are sales tools. Her body is a box. Her mind, a resource. Her utility, the only guarantee of continued existence

illustration made for @latexsquare.bsky.social Rumours speak of a spirit named Miyuki, who grants wishes to those desperate enough to seek her out. High upon a frozen mountain, a forgotten shrine waits for those with nowhere else to turn.

llustration made for @UZAS1stclaw Servo-skull design for the VIII Legion. The servo-skull emitted a cacophonous howl that was impossible to ignore: a psychic echo that conveyed the utter horror of countless Drukhari souls as they were dragged into the eternal jaws of Slaanesh.

illustration made for @Shizu_Kasu For years, Nix searched for the moment when ecstasy, pain, or pleasure would break Nynfaé. He tore off limbs, replaced organs, rewired nerves, and turned her body into a canvas for an impossible surgery.

Concept design for a toy made for nagas and other serpentine monster girls. Commission made for an anonymous client.

commission made for @woj2000.bsky.social The Age of Blood and Bone Aescleagh, patroness of the hunt, ascended when the galaxy still learned to scream. Before war there was the hunt: the first bloodshed, the oldest. She came on hooves of a thousand knives and tore the ground .

commission made for @Wolmsh . The ash dunes trembled beneath the distant rumble of engines from the hive city. Industrial towers belched black smoke into a sickly sky. The young seer walked on, lost in thought, ...

commission made for @LordQuinneri It's been a really fun project to do. From ex Primaris Psyker now in service of Night Lord warband. 🦇

The logistics of a berserker warband can't fall on berserkers themselves, and Calamidad knows this well. That's why Hécate a host possessed by a Tzeentch daemon, formerly a priestess of some insignificant, boring cult spends her days confined among calculations of ammunition...

For those interested in the latest projects I've been working on: Ashfango, Gloop, and the upcoming Slaanesh racing warband. If you'd like to follow the creative process, contribute ideas, or simply see how it all unfolds, I encourage you to join my Discord server. Link below

No glorious death beneath the moon awaited them. Ruination awaited them. To be stripped of name, of form, of memory. To become ornament, experiment, beast of burden, fuel for machines of pain. Athel Loren was not about to fall. It had already been condemned.

An enemy fleet in orbit. Stern, predictable. How charming they are when they get angry. as the first projectiles rained down like a summer shower. “Exterminatus?” I murmured, savoring the word. “For me? How thoughtful” Amusing fools. In three days, you’ll understand the mistake

Santa Putrescense Witch alchemist of corruption and pollution. It is said that her mastery of the arcane is such that she is able to corrupt the very matrix of the Empyrean with her sorcery. She is the leader of hordes of toxic, perfidious, and demonic Parcae.

A data package has come in that the system has flagged as a “latent risk” due to incomplete calculations. It appears to be from the same batch that Eniko had to deal with.

commission made for @Sonaria_Darling. Inquisitor Sonia, now inanimate, immune to flame and blade, herald of the Silver Hand—the hand that now holds her own effigy in metallic fingers. Her flesh is prayer. Her sword, a vow. Traducido por

I've been trying out a few things. This is the final version. Texifera-238, bearer of the Core of Perdition. Where cities once stood, only ash remains. When the radioactive dust settles, Nurgle will raise from the ruins his new garden. ☢️🪰

illustration made for @Milliycat @TessaGray888 The punishment corner is no longer empty. For the past few days, the Bad Girls' Bench has been occupied by Amira and Milliy. Available for anyone who wants to use them and make sure they have learned their lesson.

illustration made for @Shizu_Kasu Cycle after cycle of deprivation and ecstasy, her sanity —already touched by the Warp— is unmade. Her vessel sails the most exotically impious realms, guided by her. Nynfaé, transformed into the twisted needle of a cursed compass.

An intrusion into the corporate network overrides biometric authentication and sends indiscriminate mass recycling commands to the EM-9 dismantling units. Reiko attempts to block the system by saturating it with data.

Sororita of the Ordo Famulous corrupt slaanesh commission of made for Trix

Euryale held her neck to the brink of breaking; lost in her gaze, she still sought to recognize, in the moist brilliance of those fervent eyes, the impossible beauty of her beloved mistress’s palace. Her captive surrendered to the ecstasy of mineralization.

I've been working on this project for some time. Lieutenant Calamidad's Cybernetic Packs: the fearsome biomechanical shock troops of Fil'dis Dullahan's forces. They are the perfect blend of fury, metal, and absolute devotion

Maedeter Servo-Skull “Memory does not die. It merely awaits consultation.” The Maedeter recites forgotten names and records the purity of blood, even when the heirs have been reduced to ashes. Faithful helper of Sister Melusina member of the ordo famulous.

Reiko has just joined Umbral. ✂️ She'll soon advance to the next position and be eligible for some extraordinary corporate prosthetics, as well as an upgrade to her uniform.

They say that when the moon falls silent, she can be seen crossing the tree-lined paths. She is neither flesh nor stone, but an ancient desire that still remembers what it was like to be alive… With every step, she reminds the forest of its wild truth.

illustration made for @birbartist.bsky.social Sister Melusina member of the ordo famulous. Serving under the command of a Rogue Trader requires attending lavish galas and engaging in delicate negotiations within the opulent halls of governors and imperial nobility. Evening gown version

First time doing a recap. Many illustrations have been left out Thank you all so much for being part of this year. 🖤Thank you so much 🖤