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Pony cultists are an odd lot, which is unsurprising. Gifted with harmonious, pure souls mostly blind to the influence of Chaos, in order for a pony to take on Chaos worship they must seek out the forbidden knowledge and powers on their own initiative. They sell their joyful souls as wilful agents of a greater cause rather than desperate petitioners or corrupted madmen.

To be sure, the changes they experience are still dramatic, but somehow... incomplete. Granted, Equestria's alliance with the darker powers is still very young, and few equine cultists have earned substantial mutations yet. Still, the human priests and preachers of Chaos find something... uncanny about the way their dark bargains fall upon the pony mind.

(Art by Minekoo2)

Tzeentch is the dark god of sorcery and secrets, and so it is only appropriate that his appeal is almost exclusively limited to unicorns, the natural psykers of the equine races. Those curious or fearless enough to venture upon his path and hear his whispers have their minds and souls opened to a million scathing truths and poisonous lies, and those who take his Mark usually sacrifice some important element of their senses or consciousness. In return they are able to perform feats of dizzying sorcery and unleash raw magical power with a casual mastery that would make them the envy of the greatest Canterlot magi.

When humans take up Tzeentch worship - if they don't break down in short order from insanity and mutation - their gifts inevitably drive them toward greater acts of hubris and doomed bargains to satisfy their lust for power and knowledge. The pony devotees find such an attitude inexplicable. They are highly aware of their own middling rank in the galactic pecking order, and see clearly the terrible risks that threaten to drag them across the veil should they overstep their skills. They also don't suffer from the alienation and awe of their peers as human psykers do, which encourages solitude and madness. Most other ponies find the Dark Mages of Tzeentch strange and somewhat annoying, but less outwardly terrifying than other cultists. Besides, such power as they have barely impresses when one's liege lord hauls the sun into orbit every day.

(Art by Fenwaru)

Khorne, the Blood God, has about the same number of pony cultists as Tzeentch does. Like Tzeentch his flock is limited to those who seek out his power and wish to submit to the cult, and as it happens a philosophy of mindless rage and wanton slaughter simply doesn't find broad appeal among Equestrians, including the ones inclined to or skilled at violence. What's more, Khorne despises sorcery, and will not countenance having his Mark upon unicorns. Despite all this some rare ponies desire martial excellence and raw power to a degree that they submit to the trials and are found (more or less) worthy. Incidentally all such ponies thus far have been pegasi; the earth ponies who have braved the blood trial without the advantage of flight have all failed thus far.

In becoming a cultist of Khorne these ponies are granted utter fearlessness in the face of the enemy, seemingly endless stamina, and a volcanic fury that overwhelms pain and injury to drive them ever onward to the next kill. These traits naturally mean that they usually come off as constantly hostile in conversation and regular social conduct, but the priests have noted that such ponies never seem to fully lose themselves in their own bloodlust and remain quite sane. They have also noted, with some concern, that Khorne's passion sometimes ignites emotions other than anger among ponies: Since the blood trials began accepting ponies and marking them, a full third of the mares in such cult units have become pregnant.

(Art by Rozmed)

Nurgle is by far the most popular of the Chaos Gods among the Equestrians. It is the chosen god of the Company Warsmith and his Vice Commander, and as such bears a larger cult within the 38th Company than the others. More insidiously, however, Nurgle is also the only god that can corrupt equines without their explicit consent, as his power lies in mundane viruses, parasites, and bizarre foliage. Most of the time this manifests as a simple bargain in which a pony is struck by a lethal affliction and worship is presented as a way to live with the symptoms. But there have also been cases of the diseases themselves marking ponies and twisting their bodies with hideous mutations without contract or ceremony. And who is to say that Nurgle's more mundane plagues leave the equine mind untouched as it weighs its future against its soul?

However it occurs, Nurgle cultists promptly start growing a colony of diseases or parasites within their bodies, and the discomfort from their afflictions quickly fades. Often this numbing removes their sense of pain entirely, their nerve endings rotting or their mind simply adjusting its pain response to nullify it. Mutations, cysts, tumors, and wasting flesh are common, although so far the cultists have not been infected long enough for their bodies to change too much.

Puzzlingly, although equine Nurgle cultists love their diseases and are as gleefully devoted as any marked human, they are conspicuously reluctant to spread them among their friends. Pony Nurgle cultists lack the feverish insanity of their human peers and are very self-conscious about their appearance and contagion. Although the ponies tend to be shunned to some degree anyway, they harbor little resentment; to the infected this is simply another part of their grand bargain, and must be quietly suffered in lieu of agonizing muscle pain or violent retching.

Somewhat like the Khorne cultists, the Nurgle-marked ponies have also experienced heightened libidos, but are largely unable to satisfy them. The Nurgle cult's gender balance is inexplicably skewed among ponies, with more than twenty mares to each stallion. Finding love outside the cult is understandably just as difficult; even among those mares who maintain an outwardly attractive appearance, such intimate contact is usually quite dangerous.

(Art by Taiga Blackfield)

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Hereteks And Heretics

by George Earl Abalayan

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New chapter of the bat book!

After being attacked by a mysterious baticorn chirocorn, Dagger Squad returns to the mission at hoof. Despite the interruptions, things are proceeding quite well. But it isn't long before another, even more insidious obstacle emerges: the past.

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Chaos Biker

by Oscar Obando

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Knight Rampager by Tze Kun Chin

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Don't be afraid. You can pet her. Art by Gray-Skull --- My DeviantArt My Patreon

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New chapter of Nightwatch is out!

Dagger Squadron advances its mission and secures the objective, but there's some... unexpected interference. Who is this weird mare, and why is she an enemy, anyway?!

Progress on Black Horizons is progressing, but I have a lot of energy in this storyline right now. Stay frosty, fellow heretics!

(Art by AlruMoon)

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Night Lords Vs Mandrakes

(via Warhammer Community)

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A new picture of Gear Works, done by InkKey!

I've deleted my Twitter account, but I'm pretty active on Blue Sky these days. They recently opened the site to all comers, so there's no need for invite codes anymore!

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by Jaime Martinez

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Heretek by Rotaken

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Just some Big Mac 🍏

The scars of war are never pretty, but having some of the best bionics technology in the galaxy accessible makes them a little easier on the eyes, and much harder on enemies of Equestria.

Despite Big Mac being the first pony to start stomping alien invaders, and to have suffered the most dramatic consequences for doing so, I never had a proper picture of his bionics until now. Dashid has done an excellent job of showing why he got the (utterly despised) nickname "Ironside."

Here are some older pictures with his power armor, courtesy of Omny (geezus, 2015? It's been that long?!) and EZ the Pony!

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People: Warhammer isn't satire. This is a very serious setting. The Setting: Ferrus Manus, whose name means 'Iron Hands' in Latin, Primarch of the Iron Hands, who has actual Iron Hands, is currently flying in his ship the 'Fist of Iron'.

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Gifts of Gears

I was not expecting such bounty, but several friends got me gift art this year 🥹

First I got some pictures from Snowi, a mutant horror that seems to have designated me her plaything.

The first uses an image from Underpable, and the third is from Felfox!

Next picture was a gift from Tequila Azide and drawn by ArtTartistry, featuring Carmine Thistle making a song of Gear Work's many acts of self-preservation heroism.

This was a gift from and by Charlot, as thanks for being a supporter! That's her with the glasses, while Mantis and Gear Works are on opposite sides. I do not know the other OCs.

Not quite a Christmas present, but this lovely traditional sketch was done by Julia Sunlight!

Here's Gear Works, except he's bread. How festive(?)! A gift from and by Wheatley!

Last but certainly not least is this piece from and by Blazing Stred! It doesn't have Gears in it, but instead features my favorite Smash Bros. characters: Kirby, King Dedede, and Santa Clause.

I wish you all a happy New Year! Gotta get back to writing! 📝

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Merry Christmas from Ferrous Dominus and the 38th Company!

by BlazingStred!

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horses 🙏

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by Ivan Klimenko