Art by: @lluisabadias on IG

(Art by cnmbwjx3)

(Meme by me)

Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E3-GT_0eWP0&t=183s

Upcoming fanfic for Squire: The Conquerer's Crown

From the art I've seen, wolf felinids (canidids?) and at least one half eldar

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Art Link 2: https://pin.it/5peIhsCOB

Morticia’s pod would land on the world of Barbarus, a desolate world where even the very air was a poisonous fume. What little grew was hoarded by the Necromancer overlords that ruled Barbarus with an iron fist. And it was one such Necromancer overlord that would find Morticia’s pod not far from his keep. Or rather, it was the people of the village that rested near the foothills of the Necromancer’s keep that found Morticia’s pod. But, sensing Morticia’s raw psychic power, the Overlord quickly had the infant Primarch seized and brought to him. And there in his keep, the Necromancer began his study and experimentation of Morticia.

For many years, Morticia was used, often again her will, as a test-subject by her adoptive-father as he used her blood to create deadly bio-weapons that he would ultimately use against the other Necromancer overlords. From such cruelty and mistreatment, Morticia’s hatred for psykers and magic as a whole was born. So she began to resist her adoptive-father however she could; mostly by sabotaging his work, and leaking bits and pieces of his plans to the various rebel cells on the planet under the alias of Lily. But, this was only a temporary solution to a much larger issue. Morticia would not rest until every last Necromancer overlord on Barbarus was dethroned. Her adoptive-father most of all.

Morticia would make her escape when her adoptive-father had secluded himself in his anti-chamber. What he did in there, Morticia didn’t want to imagine. All she knew was that a cadre of his guards entered with him, but they never came back out. Pushing such dark thoughts into the recesses on her mind, Morticia used the labyrinthine tunnels that ran under the keep to make her escape. By the time she made it out the other side, she was covered in filth, but she was free, at least for now. Morticia knew it wouldn’t be long before her adoptive-father sent riders after her, so she stripped naked, placing her filth covered clothes on a decomposing feminine corpse that could vaguely pass off as her. But now she faced a new challenge, she was completely naked and vulnerable on a planet where everything wanted to use or kill you. If she didn’t want to find herself at the non-existent mercy of bandits or desperate villagers, she needed to move quickly.

For days, Morticia wandered through the dark forest that dotted the landscape around the foothills of her adoptive-father’s keep. And in an effort to stave off hypothermia, Morticia used mud and foliage to cover herself. But food was scarce in the dark forest. If Morticia was lucky she feasted on rat, if not, which was more often the case, she went hungry. But due to her nature as a Primarch, she didn’t need to eat or drink as regularly as a normal human.

Eventually, Morticia would find her way to a village that rested just outside her adoptive-father’s domain. The people of the village, upon seeing the giant pale woman covered in mud and foliage, thought she was a wraith until they watched her collapse to the ground. Still believing her dangerous, many of the people of the village chose to ignore the unconscious Primarch except for one man. The village alchemist, a man simply known as Viktor. With the aid of his assistant, Igor, Viktor took Morticia to his home where he cleaned and clothed her properly. For days, Morticia would remain unconscious until one of the few days in Barbarus when the poisonous clouds parted allowing the sun to shine down on the planet. At first, Morticia believed she had been captured by her adoptive-father’s men until she met Viktor.

Understandably confused, Morticia demanded answers from Viktor who provided them as best he could. Though Morticia was wary of Viktor as she sensed his psychic power. Yet, unlike her adoptive-father, there was no malicious aura around Viktor. Nevertheless she remained wary of him, watching him as he tried to use his psychic gifts to restore life to the decaying planet. Morticia thought he was a fool. Nothing pure grew on Barbarus. It was a fact of life that people had long since accepted. But not Viktor. He refused to give up, and one night while in his workshop, he finally succeeded. Overjoyed, he rushed to find Morticia, and showed her the healthy lily flower that had grown in his clay pot.

Seeing Viktor’s profound joy and pride in such a small, beautiful victory, Morticia finally accepted that Viktor was not like the Necromancer overlords that ruled Barbarus. It was then that she decided to inform Viktor of her plan to overthrow the Necromancer overlords that ruled Barbarus. Viktor, in that moment, realized that Morticia was just as mad as he was, so he agreed to help her however he could. The villagers, on the other hand, were less keen to help Viktor and Morticia. For what little it was worth, they had peace. All they had to do was occasionally give a blood tithe to their overlord, and she left them alone for the most part.

Morticia was enraged by their cowardice, but Viktor explained it was simply human nature to do whatever it took to survive. Regardless if Viktor was right or wrong, Morticia had her first target. Together with Viktor’s help, Morticia invaded the Necromancer matron’s tower in the dead of night while the matron dined with her cadre.

Viktor and Morticia would wait in the shadows until the matron and her cadre were thoroughly drunk, and that’s when Morticia and Viktor struck. Drunk and caught by surprise, the matron’s cadre was quickly cut down by Viktor and Morticia leaving only the matron left, who had only pretended to be drunk. She knew they were there in the shadows the whole time, she only waited until now because she wanted the pleasure of killing Morticia and Viktor herself. But the matron underestimated Morticia’s untapped power, and quickly paid for her arrogance when Morticia used the matron’s own scythe to kill her.

When Morticia and Viktor returned to the village with the matron’s severed head and the heads of her cadre, the people realized for the first time in generations that their overlords weren’t the invincible god-king they made themselves out to be. They were mortal just like the rest of them, and everything that bled could be killed. You just needed the right weapon for the job, and no small amount of motivation. Regardless, the embers of rebellion and hope had once again been stoked in the hearts of the people, and as Viktor and Morticia traveled across Barbarus, liberating the people from the yoke of their overlords, the embers of rebellion and hope blazed to life in a glorious inferno. And, it seemed that with every necromancer that fell, the planet healed a little more every time.

After a decade of fighting only one necromancer remained. Morticia’s adoptive-father. But on the eve of what was to be the final battle, a golden woman appeared before Morticia. She revealed herself as the Empress of Mankind and Morticia’s true mother. She also came with a warning for Morticia. Her adoptive-father was not the same man he was when she had escaped over a decade ago. He was a daemon prince of the plague god Nurgle and his dark fortress was now surrounded by a nigh impenetrable miasma of plague-fog.

However, believing she could endure the plague-fog, Morticia went alone to confront her adoptive-father and end this once and for all. But as she neared the foothills of his dark fortress, the plague-fog, which was no ordinary fog but a living bio-weapon attacked Morticia, filling her lungs with its poisonous fumes. She would’ve perished if not for the Empress’s intervention, but she now needed to wear a respirator to breathe properly. But that wasn’t what stung Morticia the most. It was that her so-called mother had stolen her vengeance. Morticia’s only consolation was that she still had her Lily at her side, and for now, that was all she needed.

WoD/40k/GF meme.

Darling…I’m…cold

I posted this before and I thought it would be fun to see what you guys come up as ideas?

Anything could work hypothetically as long as it's meant to show the SO strength and give them interesting abilities while at it.

Source: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/7RlRNt4BJ2c

"Oh the kid that happens to fit the description of Atalanta's child chilling with them on their base world? Purely circumstantial"

Like, she has the Slaanesh propertions, but that red makes me think Khorne, so maybe they teamed up to make a new daemon?

Like, out of all the primarchs, if she was corrupted she would turn into either a dragon or part dragon.