Okay I Don't Have The Story Ready But Here's What I've Finished So Far!!! I Did The Security Breach Ones

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They really fuckin are! Like u see so many complaints about how the hobby is being too sanitized or losing its grimdark flavour, but then someone does something just a little taboo/diverse and they crucify them.

Like look at probably my favourite 40k artist Archeon of Flesh. Their work way immaculate! Absolutely beautiful peices! Stuff I could see hanging in the same museum as Vango or Vermeer. But just because he painted his subjects very effeminate he was harassed out of the 40k community all together!

Truly, those chuds are so hypocritical.

PS. Check out either Archeon's "Final Betrayal of Mars" and his portrait of Angron is some of the best art I've ever seen!!!

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.

Tagged by my good friend @moociaoafterdark it means the world thank you 🫶❤️

Last Song: I've listened to? Amen from The Frankenstein Musical

Favourite colour? Purple, no doubt! 💜

Last book: "It Started with Roses" by Aaron Vlek, really good modern work in the Cthulhu mythos. I fuckin love The Cthulhu mythos!

Last movie: "Lion King 2:Simba's Pride" It was like my 300th rewatch, Hot take: The music and story were better in the second one

Last TV show: Helluva Boss on YT I love it so so much, Stolas is my favourite! I even painted a Lord of Change to look like him!

Sweet/spicy/savoury: Sweet all the way! I like the sweet stuff everyone else says is too sweet!

Last thing I searched for: Cows with their horns cut off (completely for drawing purposes only!)

Current Obsession: Warhammer40k, Five Nights at Freddy's, and the Helluva verse. They all fight for relevance in my head!

Looking forward to: Making more friends to share ideas and drawings with! I love the collaborative nature of art!

@candyswirls @i-have-a-mouth-so-i-must-scream @paris-rokin @ttrust-no-one

people i wanna get to know better meme

I was tagged by @nicnevans and @i-mybrunettelady !! Hi to the both of you :]]] last song: "Mama" by My Chemical Romance

favourite colour: Red ! I love to combine it with a combo of white and light blue tho :) black sometimes too

last book: I sadly cannot remember novel wise, but comic wise it was the first Blacksad. Highly recommend !

last movie: A quiet place 2 , I really love this franchise a lot

last tv show: Dexter, albeit i just snatched glimpse of it while my dad was watching it so im not too sure whats going on plot wise xD

sweet/spicy/savory: I love salty things but lately ive been really into sweet stuff !

last thing i searched for online: "Norn exclusive faces gw2" so I know what to pick when I use a make over kit for another character xD

current obsession: Gw2 i suppose? lmao

looking forward to : The Four Wind Festival :))))) Tagging : @lady-quen @commanderteag @mithosis @siins @enkinaru @shroomlet @lyhil @shimano aaaand anyone who want to do this :3

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.

Ohh hell yeah!!!! True fuckin dedication!

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

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

Who said I wasn't?

Wrote something so hot I had to jork it out hold on give me some time to finish it

"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

This is what inspired the script above.

Emps after finding out the Primarchs are doing the hanky panky:

The Emperor knows

(This story is interchangeable, but I'm using the female Primarchs from the Femmarch au)

*The Scene: The Emperor has called his daughters to an impromptu private council. None of the sisters know why, but it's pretty clear how serious this is*

Emps: Listen, im going to make this clear and concise. *he narrows his eyes and scans over his daughters* I know.

Horus: Know what, father?

Emps: Don't Bullshit me! I KNOW...

*All the sisters begin looking around awkwardly at each other or shamefully away from each other*

Emps: It was brought to my attention, and while truthfully, I couldn't care less what escapades each of you get up to in your own time. If these activities were to come to light, it would set the wrong example for our Imperium. So, if all of your "relations" are to continue, ensure they are kept quiet.

Fulgrim: *evil smile* That means you two. *she points to Guilliman and Angron*

Angron :What do you mean, us!?!

*Angron raging and nearly leaps across the table at her sadistic sister. Guilliman holds her back*

Fulgrim:*laughs* Oh, come on! Last night, I swear all of Terra could hear you two from orbit.

* Both Guilliman and Angron sit back, blushing ashamed*

Khan: You're one to speak Phoenician. You and Ferrus are practically inside one another any chance you get.

Fulgrim: Ahh, just like you and dear Magnus when you lock yourselves in the library for "Special Research"

Sanguinius: Alright, I think we've all had our fun. Now--

Fulgrim: I don't wanna hear any lectures from you! We all know who actually holds Horus' leash.

*Sanguinius sits back down flustered. Horus leans over, trying to comfort her*

Emps: Alright, Enough! As I said, I was made aware of all your escapades. This means I DO NOT want to HEAR NOR SEE anything outside of your private chambers. Do I make myself clear?

*All the primarchs nod in acknowledgement, except Mortarion*

Mortarion: *confused* Wait. You're all fucking?

---*End scene*---

(This is basically my scripting process when I make comics)

Thank goodness!! Because we need artists like you!!!

I will keep drawing trans t4t horny furries who are fat and POC coded and look like the beautiful people in the world