New stickers came in! Maybe launching this weekend? We'll see.

Featuring Art by @qsycomplainsalot and @diceyjune

we have a new warhammer inspired pin in production! adeptus mechanicus inspired, 1.75 inches tall, black nickel plating

art by @diceyjune used with permission

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Beastmen Bestigor

Attached: reference from a Mordheim mini

a huge fan of that white studded leather material. its really nice.

Unnamed Space Marine Veteran

and attached: reference

Unnamed Tau Shas'ui

Unnamed Catachan Jungle Fighter Attached: reference. and reference accurate rendition

Ork Nob Portraits

Gollum as described via text apparently gollum wears dark clothing and has duck/clown feet

Two League of Votann portraits

Imperial Guard

Storm Trooper

Unnamed Inquisitor

Plague Marine with Plague Bolter

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Spent the day painting as distraction and finished my Primus. Either going to call her ‘Nines’ or 'Damsel’ Den mother to these mothers (if you know, you know.)

thought i would redesign my marines to be thicker. since they are meant to stand-in as plague marines.  basically using the tartaros terminator as a base and just marine-ed it. additional camo versions also. 

Dinner Interrupted

Jerren Waldsmann Born under the full wax of the Morrslieb, Jerren was blessed with mesmerising jade eyes but also cursed with a crown of horns that never stopped growing. Before his fourth year, it was clear to the parents that the horns will never stop growing, no matter how much they filed it down to the skull. And there was no doubt to them that the mere existence of the child will eventually bring ruin and shame upon their family. So, on one moonless night, they abandoned the child in the deep forest. Left alone and in the dark, the child could do nothing but whimper as the musty trees around him began filling with whispers of soft low chanting. But as the chanting grew louder and louder, instead of filling the child with fear, it somehow calmed him. And the child fell asleep as the chanting continued and faded by the dawn’s light. And in the morning, an elderly hunter, out early to check her rabbit snares, chanced upon the child in the middle of a clearing. Child was sound asleep with no clue to his origins, only with curious bits of bones and pelt scattered around him. The hunter came to be convinced that the child was a gift from the forest. A gift from Taal himself. Her generous god showing his mercy to a devout but lonely childless widow such as herself. Even the child’s bloodied and scarred horn buds, while those would have to be hidden from the superstitious townsfolk, were clearly just a sign of blessing from Taal. Bringing the child to her hut at the edge of the forest, the hunter decided to name him after the strange droning chanting she heard the night before, from which she could only make out just the one word “ghyran”. ----------------------------------------- Warhammer OC. that i dont really have anything to use him in. i just made it. for no reason