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Age and beauty are not opposites.

Alejandra Bogue por Joel-Peter Witkin

YES YES YES!!!!! BE STILL MY BEATING HEART!!! HE'S SO BEAUTIFUL 😍 💜❤️💖💕♥️💗😭🥹 OP YOU DID AMAZING!!!

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Horus before the Heresy:

It was too hard to pick so Mizrak went for double: sleeping with a male vampire 🤷‍♀️

Okay so I'm sitting here waiting for the wash on my mini to dray and I started thinking

(Aplogies to any non Fnaf fan followers, my old love once more resurfaces and is taking hold)

But I have to say the FNAF movie was kinda a B- (I know the most Luke warm take), but I have to tell someone this idea i had so ur all my victims.

The Movie, fantastic casting, literally couldn't have been better. The special effects? Phenomenal!! The fact they got Jim Henson company to help make the animitronics was a ture stroke of genius (I'm biased as I adore practical effects) but the writing? Eh.

I know that's not groundbreaking comitary/ nothing no one else had said. But, and I know I'm not the only one to think this, but this would have been a phenomenal TV show/ series.

A thriller series that follows the mad man Wiliam Afton himself (still played by Mathew Lilard) in a Dalmer/Breaking Bad/ Hanibal style.

Or we could follow Henry Emily and see from his point of view in an open secret cat and mouse game with William.

But also have a b plot that flashes to "the present" with grown-up Michael tracking down and cleaning up his father's messes. All in an attempt to save his brothers soul and stop both his dad and his sister.

I definitely want Elizabeth/Baby to be an over arching villain for Mike in the present, Think Sister location esque (season 1 - 2a)

Also, it'd be so fun to get someone who Matthew has really good chemistry with to play Henry Emily. Because you know, before all the child murder and burning alive, they were as close as could be (I always liked to think of them as platonic soul mates, or maybe more) but yeah maybe a 3-4 season show, though I could see it being a tight 2 seasons if written right.

Also, the same practical effects are absolutely nessasary, and I really need them to change the spring locks back to how they're described in cannon because that is way scarier than whatever the fuck the FNAF movie claw ribs have.

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

Okay So im almost done with painting my FNAF inspired space marines and i obviously have been making a little crossover AU in my head as I paint.

I wanna write out a real short story to accompany it, but for my story I need a chapter of Space Marines to have.

Basically it'll be about (the chosen chapter) chasing down some rouge/heretic Astartes to an abandoned space hulk/adrift ship. Once on board both groups have to face foes that wear old oddly coloured power armor. These silent things behave more like animals than regular thinking astartes. They lash out at whatever they see and are distracted by/drawn to noise. But worse of all nothing seems to slow them down.

That isn't the only problem. As the run down old ship seems to be hiding more than just these deranged marines within and it still has some form of residual power. The hallways keep shifting and bulkheads open and seal all on their own.

I'm leaning towards the Marines Malevolent Because I hate them and would happily through them in this meatgrinder of the story but i don't know.

So if you could PLEASE give me a space marine chapter (it can be your favorite or one you despise) and it will be the one i include to survive the night!

Refueling at Europa

So this is a short sci-fi story i wrote 2 to 3 years ago. I'm still learning, so please give me whatever constructive criticism you can.

I'll also be posting a few more of my stories while I'm currently working on that one lesbian bug alien romance story I posted about before.

Synopsis: A Blackbox from a group of Voyagers’ is recovered after their starship is found destroyed. It reveals that refueling off of the water from Jupiter’s moon Europa may not be the best idea.

“AY-005 to command.” the terminal crackled and the image of Lt. Pallin faded into view through the static. “One moment Pallin. Gotta clean up your image.” I replied into the microphone as I twisted the dials that lined the terminal. Slowly Lt. Pallin’s face became more clear and her voice lost some of the accompanying grain. “Alright go ahead.” I was eager to hear her report, usually being on night shift I rarely get any first hand contact. It's all told to me by the previous shifts or in emailed memorandums, this was a welcome surprise. “Right,” Lt. Pallin began “We found the black box that belonged to AX-004.” My heart leaped in my chest. This was astounding news, AX-004 had been destroyed a few months ago, and we only found out thanks to some routine telescopic searching. “That's fantastic news, Pallin. Send it in.” The loud clicking of my key-board nearly drowned out my instructions as I prepared the terminal to receive the blackbox’s contents. “Copy.” she replied and moved just off screen. I went and made myself a fresh pot of coffee as the data was being transferred, my shoes sticking and making awful squelches as I walked. They really need to clean this place. 

I made my way back and sat down with a new mug of coffee steaming, the pot set next to me. The terminal’s processor revved and the fan spun, working hard to complete the download. Finally the green bar with a ninety-nine percent hovering over finally filled and presented “DOWNLOAD COMPLETE” and Lt. Pallin’s face returned. “I’ll review this right away. Thanks Lieutenant. Be careful.” I praised, and I readied myself for a long night. Her chuckle was distorted as the feed gained more interference. Before she cut out I heard her say “All G— will con— need to refuel. Planning— Europa’s ocean.” Then she was gone. Honestly, I was surprised her communication had lasted as long as it did. These terminals may have been the latest and greatest in light-year communication, but even they have their limits. I queued up the file, only an audio log accompanied by descriptive text of the ship's onboard computer system. Sadly the AX series of ships were just old enough to not be equipped with cameras but were equipped with auditory receptors allowing the crew to use voice commands. That way they needn’t travel to a ship terminal just to adjust the temperature or run diagnostics. I grabbed myself a snack from my desk, my notepad, and settled in.

<SCS> 00:30 running diagnostics. Fuel low. Reserve error. Waking Captain…

(Capt. Love): Computer, what’s happening?

(SCS): Request not recognized.

(Capt. Love): God dammit. Computer run diagnostic.

(SCS): One moment. Diagnostic report: Engines- fine, shields-fine, landing gear- fine, life support- fine, Fuel - Low, Fuel Reserve - Error

(Capt. Love): So it's a fuel problem. Alright, damn. Computer, scan for possible fuel sources, enough to complete the mission.

(SCS): One moment.

<SCS> Scanning…

(SCS): Large source of H2O found. 325 miles from current position. Location: Europa.

(Capt. Love): Huh, okay. Computer wake crew. 

(SCS): One moment.

<SCS> Waking crew…

(Cpl. Benings): Awww, come on. What now?

(Pvt. Dell): What's going on? Are we here? 

(Dr. Ve): Well that was a nice nap.

(SCS): Captain, crew have been awakened.

(Capt. Love): All hands to the bridge. 

(Cpl. Bennings) What’s going on Captain?

(Capt. Love): Low on fuel and the reserve is malfunctioning. I found us a good refueling point, at least enough to finish the mission. Europa.

(Cpl. Bennings): Alright so we just fly down and grab some water, easy. I’ll go check out the reverve, see what's up. Though why’d you wake up these two?

(Pvt. Dell): Yeah I was gonna ask the same thing. I'm no engineer.

(Capt. Love): Good experience for you Dell and I figured the Doc wouldn't want to miss landing on a moon made of ocean.

(Dr. Ve.): Thank you.

(Capt. Love): Computer chart course for Europa

(SCS): One moment.

<SCS> Charting course. Ideal landing zone found. Engaging Autopilot. Engaging engines…  

<SCS> 01:20 Deploying landing gear. Intciating landing…

(SCS): Please be advised. The temperature on Europa is currently -260℉ or -160℃. Thermal suits are recommended.

(Cpl. Bennings): No shit sherlock. Oww, sorry.

(Capt. Love): Alright, Everyone ready?

(Cpt. Bennings): Yep.

(Pvt. Dell): Yes Sir.

(Dr. Ve): Almost. Okay.

<SCS> All crew members have left the ship. Switching to remote communications.

(Cpl. Bennings): Holy shit, I thought my mother in-law was cold. 

(Capt. Love): Imagine it without the thermal suits. Now Dell, bring that over here. Alright This is literally the definition of plug and chug. We insert the drill, it drills the ice, sucks it up and puts it in the reserve. Then when we reach the water below the surface, that will fill up our main tank.

(Dr. Ve): Would you look at those geysers? Amazing.

(Capt. Love): Hey Doc don't go too far, the surface is very unstable from the shifting currents. 

(Dr. Ve): Oh right. Sorry.

(SCS): All members be advised. Large life-form detected. Proceed with caution.

(Pvt. Dell): What?

(Capt. Love): Computer, elaborate.

(SCS): Sure. Lifeform location 85 miles below the surface. Lifeform appears to be 360 

feet in length. Weight estimated to be 467 tons. Creature’s thermal signature indicates it is an endotherm.

(Cpl Bennings): What the fuck? Really? First alien life we encounter and this type of shit. Great.

(Capt. Love): Hold it together Bennings. Computer, track lifeform. Warn us if it's within 2.75 miles of the surface. Dell get the Doctor back to the ship, I'll finish here.

<SCS> Lifeform movement 63 miles from surface. Fuel 54% complete. 

(Pvt. Dell): Watch your step Doctor. 

<SCS> 2 of 4 crew members on board. Lifeform movement 34 miles from the surface. Fuel 65% complete.

(Clp Bennings): Come on Sir. I don't like this, it's too quiet. 

(Capt. Love): Just as quiet as before Bennings. 

(Clp Bennings): Yeah but now there’s a fucking leviathain beneth us.

(Capt. Love): What? 

(Clp. Bennings): Nothin’. 

<SCS> Lifeform movement 22 miles. Fuel 78% complete

(Capt. Love): Dell get the ship ready for departure. We are not waiting to see this thing, understood?

(Pvt. Dell) Yes sir. Computer, prepare the cockpit for liftoff.

(SCS) Sure. One moment…

<SCS> Initiating manual piloting system… 

(Capt. Love): Computer, Fuel status update.

(SCS): One moment… Fuel 86% complete

(Clp Bennings): Alright. Alright, we making progress.

(SCS): ALERT! ALERT! ALERT! Lifeform within 2.75 miles of surface. ALERT! ALERT! ALERT!

(Clp. Bennings): Fuck.

(Capt Love): Run!

(SCS): Lifeform 2.00 miles from surface.

(Dr. Ve): Come on! Hurry!

(SCS): Lifeform 1.52 miles from surface. Warning surface becoming unstable.

(Capt. Love): The Ice is cracking, come on Bennings! Dell start lift off!

(Pvt. Dell): Yes Sir!

<SCS> Manual liftoff engaged. All control to pilot.

(Clp. Bennings): Oh Shit! Guys Help! Fuck thats cold!

(Capt. Love): Shit Bennings! Fuck! Dell get this thing off the ground so we can get him!

<SCS>3 of 4 crew members onboard. Gaining altitude… (SCS): Lifeform within 0.46 miles of surface.

(Clp. Bennings): Oh shit I think I see it! Fuck, I think it sees me!

(Capt. Love): We’re coming, Bennings! Get to a high point!

(SCS): ALERT! ALERT! ALERT! Lifeform has reached the surface. ALERT! ALERT! ALERT!

(Clp. Bennings): Holy— how many eyes does this thing have?!?

(Capt. Love): What the fuck? 

(Dr. Ve): Oh God.

(Capt. Love): Dell, you see him? Avoid those tentacles! 

(Pvt. Dell): Holy shit! Holy shit! Why didn't I just go to College!

(Capt. Love): Keep it together. Bennings grab my hand!

(Clp Bennings): Ha, got ya! Ok, now pull my ass up!

(Capt. Love): We’re trying! Not our fault you're a mountain of muscle, lay off the gym will ya?

(Clp. Bennings): I’m Sorry! 

<SCS> All Crew members have returned to ship. Sealing outer doors…

(Dr. Ve): Alright let me check you over. 

(Capt. Love): Ha, good Flying, Dell. Now get us the Fu–

       *End of all downloaded information*

I leaned back in my chair sweating, exhausted from simply listening and reading the recount of what happened. My mind spun with billions of horrific images, attempting to grasp what they had encountered. In the end I only succeeded in conjuring a headache, and took a swig of my forgotten coffee, now chilled by the AC unit running full blast. I sat in silence for minutes that stretched for hours, shudders and chills ran up and down my spine. Then a thought pierced me, spurred me into frantic action.

 I twisted and pulled on the terminal’s hard unfeeling dials, typing command after command to the point I thought the keyboard would break. I had to reach the Lieutenant, warn her. I know they didn't have the correct equipment to have seen what I had seen, read what I read. I finally got the signal out. One minute turned into two, two to ten, ten to thirty. But the Terminal only displayed static.

I love your comics!!! They are always so adorable!!! They really help me through the day!!!

Wait if rat man is trans how did mouse woman get knocked up. Did they get a sperm donor. Wait can different species even interbreed in this world.

Sfw images with NSFW text below

Oh hell yeah, you love to see it!

Also, I feel modern Robuté and Lion would get along way better because they've both matured!

Happy Valentine's Day!

Sorry, I'm reblogling cuz I feel nobody saw this 😭

Some shitty sketches of Bovine Juno reunited with her ex lover/sister Atlantia Lioness of Khorne

Happy Valentines Day! I'm just gonna go buy some more minis and finish my fnaf marines, hopefully.

Okay, so I've been rewatching Steven Universe , and i kinda relised somthing. Watching reminded me why i have always loved and felt represented by fusions. Let me explain.

So I'm Plural, I know a lot of people don't really get/understand plurality, and that's totally understandable(We're still figuring it out ourselves), but I think that the best way to describe it and sorta put into words is basically using SU fusion.

Two or more consciousnesses sharing a body, and having to work together and be in sync in order to fully function to the best of their ability. But if they get distracted by a depressive/uncomfortable thought/memory, they lose that seemless sync and fracture. Then they have to address the problem with each other before they can be one again.

I am both one person and I also have multiple identities. Kinda like a fusion minus, the cool being an awesome alien part, and pretty much all the shared trauma.

Some days I'm completely in sync and others (especially when we're overwhelmed/distressed) we kind of mentally fracture and "split apart," causing us to sorta argue amongst ourselves 😅 or to comfort one another(the latter happens alot).

It's really weird being us. And I'm still figuring out what it means, but yeah, SU gave me a starting point and the words to describe how I feel.

I just wanted to share that.

😆 🤣 😂 tbh it fits too well, especially the fucked up daddy issues!

I’ve been drawing for 14 hours straight

"Wait till my Farther hears a bout this!"

All of a sudden, gothic boss music starts playing.

I’ve been drawing for 14 hours straight

Fuckin Rad! I especially love her first look!

That tux? très magnifique!!!

My Lord Inquisitor girl, Bianca Orso! Ideally, she would be also wearing a polar bear pelt, as her name literally translates to "white bear", lol.

She is 146 years old, but looks about in her 40s thanks to the rejuvenation treatment. She is a daughter of a Rogue Trader (father) and a Commissar (mother), however, both of her parents fell during the battle against an Ork invasion. Bianca keeps contact with her father's side of the family, but, usually, mostly for business, as she has no desire to become a Rogue Trader. She is, however, close with her maternal aunt, who is part of the Ecclesiarchy.

You may be thinking right now "Wait, Moociao, she kinda looks like how you draw Big E, but with boobs! Are they connected?". And to that I say: no! Literally just a coincidence she looks like Big E, but with boobs, her parents are in no way connected to the man on the Golden Throne. Malcador's spirit is still giving Big E a stink eye.

Literally, the non-Tumblr WH40k community, especially Reddit 40k fans.

well personally i like it when there’s incest and necrophilia and murder and cannibalism and abuse and torture and gore and mutilation and body horror and sexual depravity and death.

Some shitty sketches of Bovine Juno reunited with her ex lover/sister Atlantia Lioness of Khorne

Happy Valentines Day! I'm just gonna go buy some more minis and finish my fnaf marines, hopefully.

Fuck yeah!

It really be ur own sometimes 😔

Lmao

Primarch simps of Tumblr, what is your verdict? (No hate to OP, just poking fun)

Oh yeah literally anything even slightly different than male gaurd shagging fem tau/drukari and the sub forms an angry confused mob 🙄

Lmao

Primarch simps of Tumblr, what is your verdict? (No hate to OP, just poking fun)

Grimdank memes are always more miss than hit for me, they act like they're the nlog of warhammer fans but they are so not that it's funny to see their "hot takes" 😆

And as for those selections, they half assed it hardcore, lol.

Like, where my fave stinky boy at?

Lmao

Primarch simps of Tumblr, what is your verdict? (No hate to OP, just poking fun)

Ooooo!!! I love the composition! "Der Kuss" was a great choice! Asenath's cloak is so psychedelic!

Phaerakh Asenath and Sister Anjya wish you all lovebirds a happy Valentine's Day!

Based on the painting "Der Kuss" by Gustav Klimt!

Okay, 1: THAT ARTWORK WAS AMAZING!!! 😍♥️❤️🫶 and 2: what a fantastic headcannon, every serf on the ship totally drinks their Lords' milk no question but I can see it being an open secret for the other legions and their serfs where Macragge's biggest export is milk and every ultramarine cruiser always has access to milk as others would water. I like the thought that's its like a less well hidden version of the blood angels and their own "special red wine"

And it's fuckin hilarious to imagine Leman grabbing on to Robuté's hair yelling "YE HAW RIDE 'EM ULTRABOY!!!" in his thick Norwich accent 🤣😆😂

Kudos to @moociaoafterdark for drawing that one fanart with Cato and the milkmaid.

Part of me feel like it has to go somewhere (the milk) and must be pasteurized but there (technically) human and aren't milked like real cows to an industrial level (then again the milk is coming out of Cato's nipples like a river stream, but then again it can be brushed off as transhumanism shenanigans) so there's no need for pasteurization. So... it's supposed to be ankin to regular cow milk and all but I like to imagine due to geneseed fuckery they can produce varying types of milk (i.e whipping/skin/non-fact/low-fat sort of milk)

On an unrelated note, do you think our good furry wolf leman russ ever tried to jump on romoote guillicow for the kick of it as a bipedal version of professional bull riding?

Hey. International people.

Keep calling it the Gulf of Mexico or whatever your term is for it. Do not allow the Republican regime to label that body of water the Gulf of America to the world. The name came from a the term Mexica, what the Aztecs called themselves. It’s been called the Gulf of Mexico since the 1600s.

Keep calling it Denali. The original name before it was Mount McKinley. Don’t let the Indigenous Peoples/First Nations be erased.

It may sound stupid and petty. But it is an attempt to rewrite history and make us forget the origins. It is a literal white washing of history. This type of censorship is a beginning to greater evils.

The drukari are the only eldar I somewhat enjoy!

Drukhari pussy is not a joke. Not even to demigods.

I require the absolute bare minimum in life... this is that

doggy kisses denied

@moociaoafterdark I love ur work, and ur ideas really inspire me and keep my ideas flowing

I made it

"On tonight's episode: Can Asenath juggle a meeting with the awakened council and a diplomacy meeting with the small critters who took over her world during the great sleep?!? And all at the same time?"

I love this concept, necrons will always be the funniest xeno to pov the galaxy from!

🎵Now I gotta figure out how to do it right🎵 🎵So much to learn and see!🎵

Phaerakh Asenath... not. But it's not like she has a choice who she can and can't be. A little oopsie happened during the Great Sleep and now "Asenath" is not who she really is. Where is the real Phaerakh? No clue. So, she's the leader now!

(Basically, imagine if all of a sudden your tough as nails political leader is accidentally replaced by a catgirl hacker. Asenath is a Necron equivalent of that)

STOP BEING SELF CONSCIOUS ABOUT YOUR CREATIONS STOP SECOND GUESSING WHAT YOU REALLY WANNA DO STOP DEBATING IT'S WORTH. LET YOUR ART SERVE YOU INSTEAD OF THE OTHER WAY AROUND

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

I made a promise to myself this year that I'd 1:draw my sona more and 2: commit to making a comic explaining my sona's lore

I know some of this isn't the best, but I'm pretty proud of the whole!

Also, this is only up to page 10. I got another page coming...