A Small Collection of Fulgrim Pics

Hilaria is the name she has been given as of late. Her original one is not known. Other titles she holds can include the Laughing One or the Laughing Butcher. For more derogatory names, Giggles.

What Heresy do you speak of? No darling, there is none of that here 😃👍🏾

I'm finally back! Sorry for being so late. It's been a while—does anyone still remember me?

They are dressed up for the imperium sexy calendar or something idk

27's theme is bathtime

LOL

my night lord OC Gwynek (and Tiberian, top left, who is an ultramarine apothecary but more importantly the unfortunate recipient of getting imprinted on by a displaced and traumatized chaos marine). this night lord is happy and thriving!

Ah pretty Sevatar..... Love hom sooooooooo much

Always wanted to draw a Salamander in this scene

Some rt fanart

WUDD BE A PROPPA SHAYME IF SUMWUN WUZ TO STEAL IT, WUDDNT IT?!?!

More will come soon, but gotta dipped out for other projects

I just feel like every dimension of my life from the existential all the way to the deeply personal is going through a negative shift. My friends in Europe are baking in their homes. The hills are on fire. The U.S. political system has and always will be run by corporate ghouls who are so obsessed with short term profits that they are destroying everything around them like a plague. The banning of trans people from in school/college sports was upheld by the Supreme Court. Basic necessities have become so expensive that people are choosing between rent or food, that doctors appointment or the light bill. My local community has banned trans people from public bathrooms. I have had to masculinize myself to avoid detection. I know there are trans people out there who love their bodies and would choose to be trans again. I cannot understand it. I would sell an arm and a leg to have a cis body. Dysphoria is a constant, very loud companion. The loss of my dog is so profound that it is shaking loose other losses I never grieved. I am struck on all sides at once. Physical symptoms I suffered for 6 months; extreme nausea, inability to eat, inability to sleep, bed-rot paralysis have returned. I still have the migraine that I got last September and we are running out of options for treatment. I have been hiding from the light in a dark room. For about 3 months I didn't have the nausea or sleeplessness anymore. I thought it was because I was making so much progress. For the first time in thirty years, I didn't have a constant loop of S.I. in my brain, saying you don't have to do this. You could die right now, and everyone would get over it. You don't have to be in pain. That voice is mostly gone. I've had to tell it to go fuck itself a few times, and the thoughts passed. The nights of sleeplessness have taken a toll. When I'm high I can eat. But I don't want to be high 24/7. Sometimes I want to be focused and clear. And so I am angry at god. If he is omniscient, then he knows of human suffering. If he is omnipotent, he has the power to change it. Yet he does not. When I die, bury me with a molotov. I'm throwing that bitch over the pearly gates.

I think it's really funny that Abaddon won't undo the top knot so he can wear his hat