#Primarch OC

[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

[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]

✧₊⁺ Gentle ✧₊⁺

Pairing: None

Arthur's Note: All the chatter about Primarchs and Astartes with babies got to me. Raserei was a father before he got locked in stasis and purged from the records. Before his home world and kingdom were destroyed. Father was the only title he held that he held deeply and cared about the most.

Summary: Some unassigned Primaris marines find an abandoned baby and look to the primarch leading them for help.

Warnings: General Grimdarkness. Proofread? Never heard of her

Tagging those who I saw all over my dash about this: @beckyninja @jaghatai-khock @cosmic-cryptid-from-beyond

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The cry was shrill and like a desperate wail. The astartes quickly halted their move through the rubble and began to search for the small survivor who was desperately trying to make sure it was heard.

And thre under some rubble safe in it's mother's lasting embrace was a small babe, screaming for a mother who could no longer care for it as she gave herself to save them. There was a quiet, "oh no" from the Primaris who found the babe.

"Over here and don't be too loud." he said calmly.

His brothers made their way over and saw the answer for why they needed to be mindful of their voices. They didn't need to know anything about babies to understand that smaller often meant weaker. There was no telling what their booming voices could do to something so tiny. Throne it was so small.

"What...do we do? Emperor's mercy?" one asked.

The one who found the babe glared at his brother through his helm, "Are you insane, brother? Did you not hear what our lord with us did to a Black Templar for doing that? Rather fight Daemon Lords."

"Right, but how do we move it and stop it from crying? It's so tiny. Throne it can fit in my whole hand!" another said.

The founder of the babe sighed, "Do any of us here know how to pick up a child?"

They all looked around at each other bewildered, they knew many things when it came to violence and warfare, but how to pick a small baby up and not crush it? Well, it seemed the Codex Astartes didn't cover everything.

"How hard can it be? Just got to be gentle right?" the one who originally asked if they should end the babe's suffering figured.

"Longarson you are an idiot. How gentle, look at it! Throne what if crush it on accident, that would be worse."

"Can't be worse than screaming to death like it is now."

The three fell silent once again, before the finder spoke, "Emperor preserve us we are astartes! We got this, just need to bend down and do it. Easy."

"You got this Ulric." Longarson encouraged.

Ulric slowly knelt down and with care moved the mother's body away, the whole time uttering how small the baby was, and nothing should be this small. Why were human babies so small?! And over and over reminding himself to be gentle, and it wasn't going to be that hard.

The moment his cold gauntlet touched the babe, it wailed harder causing UIric to recoil and straighten up like he'd seen a ruinous god.

"Shit, I think I hurt it!"

"You barely touched it! If that hurt how do we move it?" the third asked now worried.

Before they could continue a massive gauntleted hand was on Ulric's shoulder, and the unmistakable aura of a primarch was upon them.

"Watch out, I got it." Raserei said calmly, allowing his adopted sons to move so he could kneel down.

The primarch smiled sadly at the babe, "Hey little one, I know you're scared and looking for momma," with ease and care he scooped the babe up and cradled it close, "I'm sorry momma can't be here, and my armor is so cold too." he spoke so softly to the little one.

How he made it look so easy, so natural. Was this the power all primarchs had? The babe was even slowly calming back down, being lulled by the cadence of Raserei's speaking and tone.

"Come we need to get back to our safe zone and the other survivors, maybe a woman there can help feed this one. They are tired and hungry." Raserei said, his gaze not leaving the babe in his arms.

It had been too long since he cradled a child. He missed it dearly. Holding his own children, cradling his nieces and nephews.

"We cannot feed them, My Lord?" Lonarson asked with clear confusion.

Raserei began to walk, snorting and holding in the bellowing laugh he wanted to let out, "Do you they really teach you Astartes nothing but war?" before they could answer he continued, "No, we do not have the means to in many ways. But in regards to which I speak now, none of us here have the...parts. Unless there is something they do to you I am not aware of."

His adopted sons looked at each other lost, and Raserei sighed, "I will explain back at the safe zone."

The Astartes keep looking at the babe as they move, still going on about how small they were and how easy Raserei made it look. Lamenting they couldn't hold the baby, and how holding one would make them look bigger, stronger even. Also would look good for the civilians.

"Lord, when we get back...can you show us?" Ulric asked.

Raserei had an idea of what he meant, it was such an innocent question to come from such a hulking figure. It pained him, but also brought him joy.

"I can, but the little one might want to sleep, and we do not want to overdo it with them, yes?" Raserei explained.

"They will need a place to rest then. They can stay with me." the third Astartes chimed in.

"Thorne it is. I will rest with me. I shall hold it with great care and guard it." Ulric snapped.

"Brother you couldn't even pick it up earlier." Longarson pointed out

"But I'm going to learn." he pointed out.

Longnar snorted, "Assuming after I learn I let either of you two hold them."

Raserei rolled his eyes under his helm and looked back down at the babe, "What are we going to do with them? Hm? Never thought I would be teaching grown men these things...guess I'm a father again after all."

[msflora-lynn]

♥ [OC] The missing 11th Primarch, Ethel ♥

Everyone's response towards my first post about Ethel have been very kind! I'm more confident at drawing and posting about my oc now.

My take on Ethel is that she leans more toward being a psyker, using her powers primarily for healing and, most importantly, gigabuffing her allies. I thought it would be interesting to create a legion that focuses on a 'Supportive & Defensive' role rather than the traditional approach of brawling with enemies.

I'm still deciding on what I should name her legion, her beta design have wings and I was debating on naming them "The Valkyries" but I kinda dropped that aesthetic.

If you're still reading this, the reason why Ethel was killed off is because she's mostly a pacifist who couldn't fully adapt into her new role as a Primarch, was behind her crusade quota because she was more focused on peaceful negotiation and was seen as a hindrance by the higher ups. Also she was corrupted by chaos because she wanted to save her remaining sons but shh

[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

[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.

[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]

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

[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"

[idle-skull]

Primarch (OC) Ursa Major of the II Legion (Name Pending)

Haven’t drawn him in forever, so he may be a bit off model; I should also make an actual ref for him.

[drmikhailov]

My bois. (You can do anything with Elliot's Armour)

:D

[annasmafroo]

My two fan primarchs: Auberon the Seaborn and Sonoma! Auberon, despite his look, has more of a trader personality than of a aggressive warrior. He's big, buff and has a dad bod >:] Sonoma looks very stern and her expression rarely changes but despite this she cares deeply about those under her wing (no pun intended). Also she's nearly as tall as Vulkan and I like to call her "owl mom."

[adhd-fandom-hyperfocus]

Look at my boi! drawn by the super talented and skilled @hansoape

I love this so much!!! <3 Ladies and Gentlemen of the Imperium, I give you the Fiend Primarch of the 2nd legion. Whom I haven't properly named because I am bad, okay? >.>

Look at that tum! Man is built for war crimes and cuddling

[msflora-lynn]

Is this a safe place to say that I have a primarch oc, but she's a transfem? :( I'm scared of getting hate if I upload it to my Twitter. (Armor design is still very much experimental, and nothing is fixed yet)

[bieriestsk]

Trying to make design for my OC primarc's armor. (I know that no one likes primarch ocs)

Yep, his name is Fenix, not Phoenix, but actually means same. He is the second primarch. Why the Emperor killed him? Fenix had been grown by xenos, and he had never hated xenos. When the Emperor and the first legion found Fenix's planet, they slayed lots of xenos, and Fenix fought them.

Well it is alternate version, there Fenix forgave Dark Angels provided that the xenos are not harmed and they serve the second legion.

Maybe I'll tell more about him if feedback will be