@moociaoafterdark I Love Ur Work, And Ur Ideas Really Inspire Me And Keep My Ideas Flowing

It's not fair 😭 im a good person. I commit tax fraud, and when i pass by a rich person's house, i always shit on their lawns. (for legal reasons, that's a joke).

Where's my chubby wolf wife?

PS. Fantastic drawing, I love this so much!

wolf wife doodles

Fuckin love the colour pallet!

made a coyote version of my fursona and added some more schtuff

you found it disgusting and immoral i found it sexy and arousing that’s why i’m happier than you

Sadly, Imma afraid that I'm too weird 😔

Ohh hell yeah!!!! True fuckin dedication!

Hear me out.......................

Leandros in the UltraMOOrines AU...................

Oh yeah, here is my headcannon for Emps backstory. I always liked the thought that the Emperor, despite his secrets, was telling the truth. He was just a man. Born with emnse power at the wrong time. A babe in the wastes of Terra.

Basically, this is Alexander, a Techno-Barbarian Warlord fighting to persevere a semblance of the old world before the age of strife.

One day, while out scavenging, he finds a child untouched by the hostile and lethal radioctive environment of Terra. The child almost shines in the light of the late sun. Alexander, seeing the importance of this child, decides to raise him himself along with his closest friend/advisor.

He names the child "Arthur"

Arthur seems to be growing quickly and every day his emnse power shows. Healing the crops of their blight, burning out infection, but most importantly inspiring hope that their might be a better future.

Alexander worries, though. Arthur is growing up so fast, maturing at an unprecedented rate. On one hand, he wishes his adopted son might remain young for a time longer, so he might retain his innocence, if only briefly. But this might be for the best. The radiation of the makeshift cold fusion nuclear core in Alexander's armour is killing him.

Even with Malcador's help (though limited by the warp storms), he doesn't have long. Arthur still doest fully have a grip of his powers. (Too scared he'll hurt someone, he subconsciously gives himself limiters.) He wishes to heal his father but can't seem to do any more than Malcador can.

Alexander, knowing his time is near forges for his son, a might sword emblazoned with the iconography of his pet eagle whom Arthur was always close to.

Then the day came, when out helping a remote village Alexander and an almost adult Arthur are ambushed. The two fight hard, but eventually, Alexander is laid low. Arthur holds his father. Alexander looks to the unblemished face of his son and whispers his final words. The words that would guide Arthur down the long road yet to come.

"Remeber, my son. Humanity above all else is the way. Until all are one, none shall be whole."

Arthur cried then, he shook with guilt and rage. If only he could have been stronger, if only he wasn't so weak willed. If only these beasts would see reason.

The Warlord who had killed Alexander was still there, as we're a few of his men. They planned to kill this would be heir. But as the one approached a sobbing Arthur, preparing to execute him. The barbarian screamed in pain, and he became engulfed by golden flames

As the body chared to ash, Arthur was seen standing. The sword his father had gifted him now set ablaze in those same golden flames. His eyes two stars set in a frozen face of rage.

The other barbarians barely moved before they were each bisected. The Warlord fought as best he could, but his bullets melted before they even reached Arthur. Arthur strode forward, a terminator with one goal, "Vengeance"

The sword moved through the Warlord with barely any resistance. And as he gasped for breath as he struggled to breathe, he begged for mercy. He forswore his alicante and his army's. Arthur would not hear him.

Upon that final breath, Arthur made a vow. He would carry his father's dream. He would bring humanity back together, whether they wanted it or not. A grand Imperium.

"All will be one. I swear this to you, Father." And so The Emperor returned home. A long road lay before him.

nyaa

So I have an ongoing series for making the Fem Primarchs into monstergirls. Here are my finished pieces in the project so far

Okay had a pretty shitty day so I decided to focus on making Bovine Juno.

Guilliman was one I was really worried about for this series only because I had no idea which animal to link with her

After I saw the reblog from @moociaoafterdark That introduced me to the link/meme of Ultramarines and Cows. And then I imagined her being one of the few primarchs not to go completely feral after her transformation.

She still has most of her mind in tack and has the same attitude as regular 40k Juno/Robuté, she's just more cowlike outwardly.

And how funny would it be that this transformation happens while/after her fulgrim induced coma.

This leads everyone to expect a completely human-like Juno, (entire murals and renditions and myths) only for her to show up like this!

Newly demonified mortarion shoving fabric into his mouth and eating it and in between noms sobbing and screaming "WHATS HAPPENING TO ME?!?!?"

Newly demonified mortarion knocking his head against a lightbulb screaming "WHY NURGLE, WHY???"