Feuro
@feuroart.bsky.social
Concept Artist and Illustrator looking for new clients •
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A little weird drawing to celebrate the holidays.
October 31, 2025 at 11:01 PM
A little weird drawing to celebrate the holidays.
commission for and text by @jtol9.bsky.social
“For those lucky few that his light shines upon duty does not end with death it merely changes”
“For those lucky few that his light shines upon duty does not end with death it merely changes”
October 27, 2025 at 6:42 PM
commission for and text by @jtol9.bsky.social
“For those lucky few that his light shines upon duty does not end with death it merely changes”
“For those lucky few that his light shines upon duty does not end with death it merely changes”
commission for and text by @jtol9.bsky.social
“Even the most wayward of humanity's strains may still serve the Golden Throne”
“Even the most wayward of humanity's strains may still serve the Golden Throne”
October 23, 2025 at 6:15 PM
commission for and text by @jtol9.bsky.social
“Even the most wayward of humanity's strains may still serve the Golden Throne”
“Even the most wayward of humanity's strains may still serve the Golden Throne”
illustration made for @latexsquare.bsky.social
Suspended in abysmal calm, swaying between the folds of space.
Lover of the void, fragment lost in its infinite flesh.
It was not the glory their invocations dreamed of.
Suspended in abysmal calm, swaying between the folds of space.
Lover of the void, fragment lost in its infinite flesh.
It was not the glory their invocations dreamed of.
October 17, 2025 at 7:24 PM
illustration made for @latexsquare.bsky.social
Suspended in abysmal calm, swaying between the folds of space.
Lover of the void, fragment lost in its infinite flesh.
It was not the glory their invocations dreamed of.
Suspended in abysmal calm, swaying between the folds of space.
Lover of the void, fragment lost in its infinite flesh.
It was not the glory their invocations dreamed of.
~4~ As night falls on the ruins of the metal belt, the engines roar and the oil fumes mix with the smell of fear. There are no rules, no judges… just speed, steel, and survival.
October 10, 2025 at 10:17 PM
~4~ As night falls on the ruins of the metal belt, the engines roar and the oil fumes mix with the smell of fear. There are no rules, no judges… just speed, steel, and survival.
~3~
Sitting on its flail of condemnation as if it were a throne.
The crow contemplates the industrial cliffs, savoring the taste of benzene, sulfides, and nitrites before putting its beak back in place.
Sitting on its flail of condemnation as if it were a throne.
The crow contemplates the industrial cliffs, savoring the taste of benzene, sulfides, and nitrites before putting its beak back in place.
October 7, 2025 at 9:29 PM
~3~
Sitting on its flail of condemnation as if it were a throne.
The crow contemplates the industrial cliffs, savoring the taste of benzene, sulfides, and nitrites before putting its beak back in place.
Sitting on its flail of condemnation as if it were a throne.
The crow contemplates the industrial cliffs, savoring the taste of benzene, sulfides, and nitrites before putting its beak back in place.
~2~
For a singer of flowers, there is no greater honor than to be part of the hawthorn branches that guard the eternal city.
For a singer of flowers, there is no greater honor than to be part of the hawthorn branches that guard the eternal city.
October 4, 2025 at 1:17 PM
~2~
For a singer of flowers, there is no greater honor than to be part of the hawthorn branches that guard the eternal city.
For a singer of flowers, there is no greater honor than to be part of the hawthorn branches that guard the eternal city.
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The hand that wields it.
The sheath that houses it.
The heart that forges it.
The hand that wields it.
The sheath that houses it.
The heart that forges it.
October 2, 2025 at 5:18 PM
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The hand that wields it.
The sheath that houses it.
The heart that forges it.
The hand that wields it.
The sheath that houses it.
The heart that forges it.
L.Calamidad
The moment the collar of war clamps down, your head and your fate cease to be yours. Your skull is now but a single stone in the mountain that the Divine hand is raising. Only then, liberated at last, are you left headless, crowned by the sun of annihilation absolute
The moment the collar of war clamps down, your head and your fate cease to be yours. Your skull is now but a single stone in the mountain that the Divine hand is raising. Only then, liberated at last, are you left headless, crowned by the sun of annihilation absolute
October 1, 2025 at 12:55 PM
L.Calamidad
The moment the collar of war clamps down, your head and your fate cease to be yours. Your skull is now but a single stone in the mountain that the Divine hand is raising. Only then, liberated at last, are you left headless, crowned by the sun of annihilation absolute
The moment the collar of war clamps down, your head and your fate cease to be yours. Your skull is now but a single stone in the mountain that the Divine hand is raising. Only then, liberated at last, are you left headless, crowned by the sun of annihilation absolute
I'm going to try this for the first time.
I don't know if I'll be able to do it, but the intention is to have an update every two days.
If I go too fast, there will be an update on the 15th.
They will be very quick drawings, and I will do them with a time limit.
I don't know if I'll be able to do it, but the intention is to have an update every two days.
If I go too fast, there will be an update on the 15th.
They will be very quick drawings, and I will do them with a time limit.
September 30, 2025 at 9:01 PM
I'm going to try this for the first time.
I don't know if I'll be able to do it, but the intention is to have an update every two days.
If I go too fast, there will be an update on the 15th.
They will be very quick drawings, and I will do them with a time limit.
I don't know if I'll be able to do it, but the intention is to have an update every two days.
If I go too fast, there will be an update on the 15th.
They will be very quick drawings, and I will do them with a time limit.
Commission for @Milliycat
The Last Hole is one of the darkest and most miserable nook of The Collared Dragon.
Milliy thought nothing could get worse, until they chained her to the ground and the level began to rise, slow and relentless.
The Last Hole is one of the darkest and most miserable nook of The Collared Dragon.
Milliy thought nothing could get worse, until they chained her to the ground and the level began to rise, slow and relentless.
September 23, 2025 at 5:38 PM
Commission for @Milliycat
The Last Hole is one of the darkest and most miserable nook of The Collared Dragon.
Milliy thought nothing could get worse, until they chained her to the ground and the level began to rise, slow and relentless.
The Last Hole is one of the darkest and most miserable nook of The Collared Dragon.
Milliy thought nothing could get worse, until they chained her to the ground and the level began to rise, slow and relentless.
The warband grows… 💀🔥
Lieutenant Calamidad leads the Ashfangs: penitents lost in madness, adept at bringing down the most heavily armored foes in the name of Khorne.
Lieutenant Calamidad leads the Ashfangs: penitents lost in madness, adept at bringing down the most heavily armored foes in the name of Khorne.
September 22, 2025 at 1:12 PM
The warband grows… 💀🔥
Lieutenant Calamidad leads the Ashfangs: penitents lost in madness, adept at bringing down the most heavily armored foes in the name of Khorne.
Lieutenant Calamidad leads the Ashfangs: penitents lost in madness, adept at bringing down the most heavily armored foes in the name of Khorne.
Lieutenant Calamidad, a demolitions expert and marked by the Fungus Cornutus, serves as the ruthless artillery hand of the Dullahan of Khorne, Fil'dis.
It is still in process
It is still in process
September 12, 2025 at 10:12 PM
Lieutenant Calamidad, a demolitions expert and marked by the Fungus Cornutus, serves as the ruthless artillery hand of the Dullahan of Khorne, Fil'dis.
It is still in process
It is still in process
a quick sketch of a future project
September 12, 2025 at 1:05 PM
a quick sketch of a future project
The last hole.
Until the last drop.
Until the last drop.
September 9, 2025 at 9:08 PM
The last hole.
Until the last drop.
Until the last drop.
illustration made for @brettross64
It has been truly fun working on The Ascension of Baroness Bharia, a true daemon of Slaanesh, with the help of her intimate —and not entirely aware— cultist Vleska.
has already hatched
It has been truly fun working on The Ascension of Baroness Bharia, a true daemon of Slaanesh, with the help of her intimate —and not entirely aware— cultist Vleska.
has already hatched
September 8, 2025 at 9:04 PM
illustration made for @brettross64
It has been truly fun working on The Ascension of Baroness Bharia, a true daemon of Slaanesh, with the help of her intimate —and not entirely aware— cultist Vleska.
has already hatched
It has been truly fun working on The Ascension of Baroness Bharia, a true daemon of Slaanesh, with the help of her intimate —and not entirely aware— cultist Vleska.
has already hatched