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...

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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 🖤

🎄✨ 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.

commission for and text by @jtol9.bsky.social “For those lucky few that his light shines upon duty does not end with death it merely changes”

commission for and text by @jtol9.bsky.social “Even the most wayward of humanity's strains may still serve the Golden Throne”

The big gal was inspired by this piece done by @feuroart.bsky.social Thank you again for the Inspiration, I had a blast building and painting her!

Today's stream was productive! Not only did I finish Cho Rho 725, but I also managed to fully kitbash her first underling! Name is still pending. #warhammer #nerdlings #mechanicum #minipainting #miniatures #kitbash

illustration made for @latexsquare.bsky.social Suspended in abysmal calm, swaying between the folds of space. Lover of the void, fragment lost in its infinite flesh. It was not the glory their invocations dreamed of.

L.Calamidad The moment the collar of war clamps down, your head and your fate cease to be yours. Your skull is now but a single stone in the mountain that the Divine hand is raising. Only then, liberated at last, are you left headless, crowned by the sun of annihilation absolute

I'm going to try this for the first time. I don't know if I'll be able to do it, but the intention is to have an update every two days. If I go too fast, there will be an update on the 15th. They will be very quick drawings, and I will do them with a time limit.

Nothing escapes

Commission for @Milliycat The Last Hole is one of the darkest and most miserable nook of The Collared Dragon. Milliy thought nothing could get worse, until they chained her to the ground and the level began to rise, slow and relentless.

The warband grows… 💀🔥 Lieutenant Calamidad leads the Ashfangs: penitents lost in madness, adept at bringing down the most heavily armored foes in the name of Khorne.

Wet Kitten

Lieutenant Calamidad, a demolitions expert and marked by the Fungus Cornutus, serves as the ruthless artillery hand of the Dullahan of Khorne, Fil'dis. It is still in process

I just turned 30! Please give the local hag a retweet of her lewd art in this trying time

a quick sketch of a future project

The last hole. Until the last drop.

How goes rosary collecting? I definitely got that Silksong bug now...

illustration made for @brettross64 It has been truly fun working on The Ascension of Baroness Bharia, a true daemon of Slaanesh, with the help of her intimate —and not entirely aware— cultist Vleska. has already hatched

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The origin of the so-called Fungus Cornutus remains shrouded in uncertainty, with all mention of its first sightings marked as CENSURED by inquisitorial decree. The adepts of the Ordo Hereticus have noted manifestation patterns that coincide with empyreal intrusions.

Nita never walked; she practically floated between laughter and jumps, following the light dragonflies as if they were crumbs of enchanted bread. Her laughter mingled with the murmur of the river, and with each jump she seemed lighter, as if the forest itself were lifting her up.

Slaanesh always finds a way 🥚 There's still work to be done on the line. But I needed the color information to make decisions.

I'll be streaming for a while. I'm going to work on the satyr girl and the Slaanesh demon. If you'd like to join, feel free to do so. Link below.

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