Hm... Let It Be... Any Ideas?

My last child from this dynasty! °^°

His look expresses a misunderstanding...

There will be something delicious soon...

Readiness : 2.5/3

I'm just preparing a little project. And this is just one of its parts. Which is still being finalized. •-•

Readiness : 0'5/3

Not my miracle, as mine will not appear soon. But this child will get his "life".

His glaive, or scythe, reminds me of a guitar...

In the meantime, keep the little creatures... They have a strange design... Maybe I'll make them full-fledged characters, or maybe this is just an approach to something more interesting. Have you ever seen Necrons have ears?!

I will return the weapon to him! It's just that I spent more than an hour or two doing this damn body of his. And there are details that distinguish it from the paper version. For example, there is symmetry. I guess... 🗿

Readiness No.2 : 0.5/3

And also... I have a new little "friend". ;^;

Expensive.... But how beautiful he is! ¶^¶

I wonder if Deathmark and this Immortal are from different dynasties (the dynasty from which Szarekh is (what's right?) - copper, and Sautekh - silver) could they compete? If only they could come to life in our world.. [Thoughts closer to night.]

“Got into some kind of world... became nothing more than a toy... The weapons were taken away!.. And somebody (A mortal maiden... Suspiciously GOOD mortal maiden) hold me in their hands... How to live?.. Is it possible to live at all?” — He thought, before realizing that he had his own thoughts.

“It's convenient here...” — He thought, looking away first, and then looked into the eyes of the smiling human. This shelf, as she called it, had a good view. And it's easier to look this girl in the eye.

Animation progress!

Recently I finished working on 20th scene of my "War in the Museum" animation and here it is! English subtitles included. I also made a Boosty page so you can support making of this animation if you want! -> https://boosty.to/alxmst <-

Recent Szeras commission! 💚

Recently I heard an amazing song (and just discovered a cool group in general) and instantly wanted to make at least an animatic with Orikan to it. Unfortunately I'm too weak to complete it so here's unfinished version :ь Though I really love how terrified necrontyr Orikan and the Deceiver look here. Here's their frames also cus I love them

DARK FEATHERS (REQUEST TEASER) ────────────────

Horsemen x Crowfather's Heir! GN Reader ↳ a request submitted by @screechinginthevoid I'm (currently) working on. Unsure when to say this one will be coming out, it's gonna be quite long I imagine considering that I want to implement a lot of lore and history into this one, even from the book. Hopefully you enjoy this teaser though Jer! and know that I am working on this piece bit by bit!

As your first introduction with the four, it had been accidental at best. Honest. You never meant to intrude on your dear father or his business with the Nephilim soldiers and their commander. 

You entered their lives like a breath of fresh air. One they could finally swallow without fearing it would poison their lungs on the next gulp, that it didn’t taste of bitter ash and desolation. 

True and raw beauty incarnate, a mold of flawed perfection, so fragile and regal with a frightful innocence they cannot help but become allured by. 

Though utterly blindsighted to the improper enthrallment of their attention on you, the Crowfather sternly clears the ragged chimney of his old throat, beckoning the glowing orchestra of eyes to him again. And in turn, it brings you out from your own stupor, cheeks warmed to a degree you didn’t know was possible. 

“I finished inscribing those tomes for you.” Your voice is a euphoric and blended splendor of everything Heaven denied them. 

How could they have been warded off by the Keeper of Secrets from something so undeniably divine? 

“Good. You have done well, my child,” croaks the Crowfather. For the first time since they dared to step foot in his domain and obtain his audience, they saw the Old One’s lips fold into a tender smile. 

With a small bow of your head you then turn your eyes, shyly allowing your gaze to take in the four standing at the bottom of the darkened steps. 

“Dad,” you whisper lowly, sinking down to level yourself to where he sat on his throne. “Who are they?” 

“They are…” He hesitates a moment, eyes shrivelled into a narrowed vision as they flitter back and forth. The last thing he’d wish for is to scare you despite the terrible need of such an emotion. It will grant you a better understanding of the worlds and universe around you when you eventually take your place on the Veiled Throne of Secrets. 

“I shall explain later, child. Now off you go.” His long and jagged nail points forth in a direction that urges you with firm banishment. You knew that tone better than any living creature. His dismissal came in a coldly played act, a ploy meant to deceive any perception of your close relation to the Keeper; to protect you. 

“Y-yes, Crowfather.” 

You make good on his command and hastily walk towards the chamber’s archway, doing your best to hide your face from the Nephilim as you pass by them. You have to ignore the heated trance of their eyes following you as you do, failing when you let your eyes drift aside and make contact; an intimate fusion between which grants you a peeking view into the depths of their souls.

A mere stolen glance turned into a keen and flustered fascination. Forbidden and yet so desirably wanted all within one moment. One observant and not so secret study. So much for being the inheritor of the very one who upholds that principle. 

Your footfall fades into the distance and eventually the darkened trail of your robe reminiscent of the Keeper’s himself disappears out of sight. 

“I wasn’t aware that the Keeper of Secrets harboured a ward under his care.” Death says this with a lowered drawl that strums the deepened cords of his voice like a rustic purr. The Crowfather sneers, hearing the belittling snicker in the commander’s tone. 

Strife adds with a velveted chuckle, his body arched forward with a laced pounce, “And a rather fine looking one at that.”

Your father’s nails ring with a scraping claw against the stone arms of his throne, long and square teeth bared by his ferocious temper to restrain himself. The nerve of these insufferable creatures…

The four began to run errands for your father. Their presence came and went through the Veil and fortress. Attending jobs that required their expertise and skills, their other objectives that you suspect were related to their kin became abandoned, instead favoured by these visits. Whether to actually get into the good graces of your father or to have some excuse to run into you, you didn’t have a clue. 

Because of these visitations, it was expected that you would have your run-ins with the four, almost chased around as you meant to go about your business. Furthermore when affections began to rise it was also very futile for the Crowfather to intervene. Somehow your young heart was set as was the four Nephilim that pursued you.

1/3

Amhut the Magnificent, the Destroyer of C'tan is ready! I may have partially messed up with the weapon, but overall, I like everything. Especially he it shines, blazes. ;^;

I will be brief with his story, which came to mind during the drawing of this child (However, by the standards of the other two who will be with him, he will clearly be young) :

...Skipping the moment from the moment of awakening after the Great Dream and realizing that the crown world of the dynasty had been destroyed, Amhut retained his original consciousness. Well, how did save it?.. Like all necrons, he did not remember his past before the BioTransfer, and what happened after that Great Sleep, he remembers very vaguely. But unlike others who currently want to lead a dynasty, he is sane. And he has his own problems.

His homeworld is literally located on the very edge of the Mefrith territory. The devastation was also accompanied by the disappearance of many other lords who were supposed to control the system in this sector. Left with his small legions, cryptek and another Overlord (whom he almost killed), Amhut is slowly restoring influence in this solar system.

The former necrontyr has a nasty temper when it comes to his personal attitude towards other necrons who are not related to his environment. Some may even call him too selfish in this regard. The nickname "Magnificent" was given not by anyone, but by Amhut himself, either to somehow stand out, or because of his opinion that he copes well with his weapon ..?

Speaking of weapons, it was a mixture of an axe and a staff (there is little left of the latter) and it requires some skills to fight with this weapon. Amhut loves battles and was always eager to fight if the enemy was worthy of it. However, now this "love" has cooled down in him. During the destruction of the invaders in the tomb, he lost his legs after meeting with an unknown creature, according to his memory. The latter disappeared somewhere or was destroyed, but after that he lost the opportunity to walk for a while. The living metal was not restored, so he and his cryptek had to look for, come up with, a replacement. But, as we can see, they found it. However, this had consequences - now Amkhut was literally blazing intermittently without burning down. Whether it was thought out, or some kind of mistake, he did not know. But he feels no anxiety or irritation towards the Anubitar. Such an effect even makes a good, in the bad sense of the word, impression on mortals and on his colleagues. However, after that incident, he became cautious. Yes, and some annoying shadow followed him...

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Kira said, "It will be short ..."

A mini biography was released, which, with the right path and knowledge, can be developed into a full-fledged story.