#Primarch OC

[nightlumi]

Meet Ah Muzen, Father of the XVIth Legion "The Herculean Kings" My Primarch I rolled up for the Heresy AU in @rowscara's Discord.

This character has been my recent obsession and it was all built around the idea of rolling "Aztec/Maya Culture" but didn't wanna go the usual Jaguar or Eagle Knight aesthetic. SO I went Horned Beetles (Specifically the Hercules beetle).

I absolutely intend to post more lore/art of this group down the line.

[marz-barzz]

Workin on my other Primarch oc!

Matriarch Saphel; the Blind Judge, Mother of the Sovereign Giants.

She's so disastrous and I love her for it

[annasmafroo]

I disliked my generic dude primarch OC so I decided to rewrite him and make him ten times cooler His name is Ichtaca.

[yagodnyizefir]

@thethronezone 's boy!

For a long time I was afraid to draw other people's OCs. Sorry, if he looks strange. Sorry for how horse looks

[interplanaranathema]

Lachesis facts

Lachesis, being a psyker based in strictly biomancy, has an ability to meld and attach body parts to their body with relative ease.

Combining this with their supreme genetic manipulation, Lachesis has made augments to assist themsles and their legion.

Their augment of choice is a handmade beast body that they fuse to become a walking predator of a cantaur-like being. Fearsome claws and plates of bio-made ceramite and metal in assisting during combat. Lachesis is quick and fearsome with this mount.

However, they barely had used this mode on joint missions with their brothers since it could be seen as heretical. Some, such as Horus, has seen the legion's bioaugments in use, including this battle mount.

As with everything, Lachesis will mutate according to their association. On this battlemount, their ears will elongate to become pointed and more sensitive, their already mutated mouth will sharpen according. With some long campaigns, Lachesis had started to develop ceramite body plates as well as claws due to prolonged exposure.

This is a rough sketch of what it'll look like

[sunsetlobster]

Primarch oc Idea

I’ve had the idea for a Primarch OC I would need to consult the great council with Soviet strange since he knows a bit more

But essentially I’m gonna make a rogue AI kind of Primarch who has learned anger and pity, he has flesh only a brain and understands that he was made to replace another to fix their mistakes essentially and he’s very cynical because of that.

He’s also hidden from the greater world and is crucified to a wall in the heart of Terra watched over by Custodes as he grows to revile and yet sympathise and pity his father knowing exactly how he feels stuck on the throne.

He wants independence and freedom and yet feels extremely limited and insulted by him being made as a solution rather then someone who gets to chose how they live

[thelearnedsoldiertoo]

Leanna de Vries

By @cadhla182, incredible as ever, here's my Primarch, Leanna de Vries, for a 30k game set during the Unification Wars and Great Crusade. She wound up on a Feudal World occupied by Drukhari who'd basically turned the planet into their own personal hunting preserve, so she Robin Hood'ed her way to overthrowing them with the help of a crashed Terran supply ship full of weapons.

She's going to wind up being a bit Chaosy, but because she was designed to be a good leader and was raised to value compassion for the weak and justice for the needy--which the Imperium very much does not.

Tysm Cadhla! I adore how she came out!

[or-fi-s]

Commission for https://cohost.org/sans-sarif

Posted using PostyBirb

[adhd-fandom-hyperfocus]

Here's hoping recent events go smoothly, with peace and a bright outcome. With all my love and best wishes, here's a prompt as a distraction:

What goes through a Primarch's (mainly Ras') mind, when they commit a social fumble, fail a simple task or make an accidental slight against a respected figure? Always liked the internal dialogue of Robu when around the Lion, how oddly cute, petty and insecure he can be.

Thank you! And I am so sorry for not getting to this sooner. I've just been tired with treatments. Also I love this question!

Ras (since you mainly were asking for him):

How am I supposed to look more alive?! I'm breathing, am I not?! I am responding to these stupid questions...How was I supposed to know they wanted me to ask how their day was? I do not care, so why would I ask?

All this power, all this strength, a demigod if gods were real....and yet I am incapable of opening this damnable jar without shattering it! Child proof? I just watched a toddler open this, and I could not!

They really think I care that they're offended...they keep complaining and I will swallow them whole.

Lion (30k):

He's so autistic he's not even having thoughts, just looking over at his sons to see how he should be acting. Then use their reaction to see how badly other people THINK he fucked up. Because obviously he didn't fuck up, and everyone else is stupid.

The Lion doesn't fail in tasks, you didn't see him fail, the was the outcome he wanted.

They're angry with me?! I am the first son of the Emperor; they should be grateful I bother listening to their petty grievances.

Dorn:

At least I am not known for my social graces, but I should strive to better accommodate the humans. I forget many cannot read micro expressions or note the slight inflection changes in my voice.

I cannot let this failure happen again. I need write this down and plan how to avoid this in the future. I cannot fail to live up to what is expected of me.

How did I offend? I answered their question honestly; those pillars do not match with the type of tiles used for the roof.

Guilliman:

Throne look at me fumbling around like I'm a child again. Mother would be having a giggle fit over this. Lord of Ultramar forgot his tongue, it seems.

If I keep this up the ecclesiarchy will likely implode from realizing how human I really am. The silver lining to this all, I suppose.

It's just his mind rapid spitfiring practicals and theoreticals on what the best outcome would be to smooth things over if the figure was someone who's good side he needed/wanted to stay on. If they were someone who didn't fall into those two categories than it's likely he meant to offend. He may be a good statesman and understands politicking, but in the 41st man is tired of everyone's shit.

[stargazing-sapphire2]

@thethronezone 's Sabat

[thisuserislilsilly]

Summary: A dreadnought looks back on his life, on the 2nd Legion and on his Primarch.

Pairing: None

Genre: Angst holy heck there is angst

TW: Dreadnought death :<

Goblin tag squad: @finchly-tintinnabulation @cardinalcanis @artemisareia

@echo-of-damnation @meervalv0 @jaghatai-khock

@druidwolf21

In silence

It has been too long since I have felt something akin to touch in my body, and I know this is just a byproduct of my systems shutting down, of everything else giving up but my spirit.

I had not seen the shot that took me down, it is my shame and my fault for I was focused on getting my brothers out of that kill zone before it was bombarded to the Warp and back. It went through my chassis and burst something within me; my systems faltered, my "hands" for a moment stopped triggering the weapons of vengeance I have wielded for longer than I had memory of them. My second death approaches gently, like a lovers touch before eternal slumber.

"Leave me...here...regroup with the others" I hear myself speaking to him, to that little brother that has been with me since I had been entombed in this sacred sarcophagus. I have watched over him like a big brother oversees the growth of his younger sibling, to have been close to him and being taken care of by him is an honor too big for me to even accept in its fullest ways

There are warning flaring up on my visor, the constant sounds of failure and emergency protocols activating, but none of that worries me now. I can only focus on the skies, the war torn, grayed and beautiful skies up above us, who have witnessed every last second of our war against the enemy. They do not remind me of my home, because it has never existed, I was never born into a planet with skies or earth or sounds of life and tranquility; the Void was always my home, the busy life inside a fleet was my mother and the cool steel of it's walls my father.

Father. I have fought with him side by side for millennia, both when I had a real body and too in this metal flesh. If my younger self would had known what had awaited him in the Crusade of our Emperor and what would had happened afterwards with him and the Legion he was a part of...would I had been so eager to be a Mute? Would that child had done his very best in all the tests and all the exercises to be worth the honor of elevating his soul and duty to the greatness of the Astartes? One part of me doubts it, doubts I would had been strong enough to know the hardships we would had endured, but as I recall the tender yet firm gaze of the Hollowgrace as it settled on my bruised but proud little form I know there was no other fate for me other than live and die for him.

As my vision falters, as my little brother groans in silent defeat over what little can be done for me I feel...a warmth, a calm I had not felt since so many sun's ago; my battered body cannot even move in the slightest to either side to see the presence close to us, but I have known my Liege too well to not recognize him.

"Your Hollowgrace" My voice is weak, it glitches and dims in volume

"Lakros" I know him, he is smiling to me still "Come to me"

"Sire" If only could I extend my hand to him, if I could show him the gratitude that has filled my heart for all of what he has done for me

In silence I came and in silence I shall go.

He sees me, he knows what I try to say, there are no more attempts to communicate it, there are no words in spoken language that are enough for what I feel for him. I take the vow of silence, the Vanrakfia-Shul, and I do not feel cold anymore, neither do I feel any regrets for the life I have lived and the wars I have fought, the foes I have slaughtered and the allies and brothers I have saved. My vision shuts itself completely while my heartbeat slows announcing the final bells on my life, yet I am proud of it, I happily receive it in the bliss only the Hollowgrace has been able to provide me.

[marz-barzz]

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

Kittens in the Rafters

Tags: Fluff, Uncle, Lilith acting like a cat and a bird

@meervalv0 for her OC, @candyswirls @jaghatai-khock. @stargazing-sapphire2 @sorormaior @gregariousbonesinger, @victorcreedirl @nightghoulz

There were many things Takashi expected from when the Emperor had come to claim him as his son, and Takashi had thought he'd dealt with all the surprises he'd deal with. Then the IXth had come and he'd come with wings white as snow, and a small winged child still with the grey feathers of a young chick. His brother apparently had his wife recently killed, but the girl... he knew that look. She was scared and very overwhelmed, having already nearly scratched the face off of an Astartes.

Having noted that, Takashi decided to approach the girl carefully and gently, "Hello, I am one of your uncles, my name is Takashi" He says softly kneeling down to be more at her level.

The girl looked at him with distrust, her wings flared out and puffed in an attempt to make herself look bigger. Yet, she did come closer to him and sniffed him a bit before replying in a rather thick accent, "My name's Lilith, Ayah calls me Lili."

Takashi smiled as she came closer to him and lowered her wings, hidden as it was behind his veil. "Are you liking Terra so far?" He decides to ask

Lilith seems to mule it over for a bit before saying "Trees. I like Trees. Smell very nice. You smell different. Like...water? Salty? Don't know. Leather and ink is comforting"

Before Takashi can really make much sense of what she said, he freezes as she...crawls onto his lap and begins....kneading him? Yes, she's definitely kneading him like small kitten and she's getting fluffy again. Except it makes her look like a small fluffy pillow then anything else.

He starts to stroke her head, running his fingers through her hair, as she starts to rather loudly purr. He can't believe she's this comfortable with him. They just met...but she's...on his lap, falling asleep. It's not long before his own purrs start. Rough and deep, it's very quiet at first before he realizes that she's simply not bothered by him.

She's just accepted him as he is, not even blinking at his scars, as if it were normal to see chemical burns like his own. His fucked up purrs don't seem to bother her either, if anything she's just fluffed herself even more. She's adorable.

He wants to melt she's so cute, and yes her talons do hurt going in and out of his skin. But he's willing to take make the sacrifice of his robes, if it means she gets to be comfortable and feel safe in this new place.

[bieriestsk]

Sketch with Fenix and hia first captain

Maybe i ll change the background to planet, mb hive city or something like that

Im going to tell more about Fenix and his first captain, when I'll finish this art.

But if you have questions, you're welcome, I'll answer for any of them

[ilisteria]

Hello fellow lost primarch OC havers

What if we did a group photo-style art collab or digital zine for them

Multiple interpretations from one person are welcome but it depends on how many people are into the idea. If there's more people, more interpretations are fine. Less people, then just pick your preferred version of your Lost Primarch OC

Comment/reblog with a note if you're interested, if there's enough interest (like 5+ people) then I can make a discord server for it

Tagging for visibility

[doolallymagpie]

oh no I'm making an OC Primarch again, and now it's a third Alpharius, Numos, who occasionally goes by "Nemo" specifically so they can say "I am nobody" instead of "I am Alpharius"