Feuro

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

While Midean creatures traced every secret of her being. She watched with desire and silent envy, crafting a palace from the finest material to rival—or forever haunt—the one she had lost.

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.

The entire system is designed by the most malevolent minds of the Dark Macacnicum to transform the Ashfang into an ultimate weapon.

Warning; their methods are truly dark.

The entire army is infected by a strange fungus whose heretical nature and origin are not entirely clear to the Inquisition.

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.

🖤
The most fun part is yet to come.

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 🖤

🎄✨ Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays ✨🎄
💫🕯️feliz navidad y felices fiestas 🕯️💫

illustration made for @BirbArtist

Sister Melusina member of the ordo famulous.

To be under the orders of an Rogue Trader
Requires engaging in all forms of combat and being equipped with the most diverse combat gear.

illustration made for @LatexSquare

Ceryxia Pterois emissary void

Each day, more came to the ancient temple seeking guidance, as if it had always been a part of their lives and as if the night when the sky had been torn apart by emptiness had been erased from collective memory

Curnicula Perdita.
The bunny of Slaanesh

"Is that all?" she inquired, spinning in a vortex above the distorted reality. Her amused laughter vibrated like a hollow echo among her victims; she was the supreme acrobat of the Circus of Excess.

illustration made for @Shizu_Kasu

Her body arches in time with the psychic tides, each movement a warm whisper spilling into the Immaterium. The ship advances because she fantasizes that the opens to her will.

A little weird drawing to celebrate the holidays.