#Primarch OC

[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.

[or-fi-s]

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

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[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

[meervalv0]

We balling, turned one of my former sonas into the lost primarch of the second legion. His name is Takashi. His main ability is have written up is he can use the warp to change the physiology of the world around him. Bro was put to sleep because it posed a threat in case he fell to chaos, which is ironic since he turned out to be loyalist.

So hes like,, idk decently tall considering the man is like 17ft tall. Kinda messed up physically and he has no clue what's currently going on since he was woken up a few years ago

Since he grew up in his homeworld with an adopted mother who was a military general, father who was a warrior and two adopted siblings. He turned out a little normal in the sense that he treats people nice for the most part. The only downside is that he doesn't enjoy harming baselines who did nothing wrong, or even if they wrong him. An example is his first spouse, who chemically burned his entire body to the point where he couldn't heal it completely. Takashi never hurt her after it happened since he believed it was deserved.

Takashi always treated his marines like his own children since he wanted to be a good parent, like how his adopted parents treated him well. He ended up losing his own children from his previous marragies when his legion was wiped out along with the legion. So now he'll steal the kids or spouses of other primarchs if his brothers don't treat them well. Basically, since he had his ability to watch his children grow up and be a good father taken away from him, he'll take that away from his brothers

He'll do it in front of another primarch, too, regardless of faction. He doesn't actually have any romantic feelings for anyone aside from his current wife so when he takes his brothers spouses it's typically to just have a gossip night with him, his spouse and whoever got yoinked.

[thisuserislilsilly]

Summary: The Emperor's family was never built to last as a whole...united.

Pairing: None (Mentions of Angron and his "knight" tho-)

Genre: Bittersweet

TW: Foul language, bittersweet, Primarchs being Primarchs

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

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

@druidwolf21

Fa(ke)mily

Not much fanfare nor celebrations of their arrival preceeded the Primarch, he never wished to be on the spotlight not even for those kinds of momentous occasions and neither did he allowed his father the satisfaction of arranging something in his honor as he had done with the rest of his brothers. At the top of the set of stairs leading to the doors of the Imperial Palace there was Magnus, the majestic red skinned scholar amongst his brothers, wearing a small crown custom made to inhibit the troubles of a blank such as Neran could create to a great psyker like Magnus; the Primarch smiled and opened his arms widely to receive his brother, pulling him to a hug that Neran was not interested in the slightest to return, always finding those kinds of display of affection pointless.

"By the stars, brother we didn't knew you would show up! Father told us you were too far away fighting against Xenos" Magnus chuckled, looking momentarily behind Neran and bowing his head slightly at his brother's Legion

"He had invited me just like the rest of you...my Equerry convinced me to come, pointing how important the occasion was for the unity of our....brotherhood"

"My compliments to you Equerry, I know family matters are difficult to understand for my brother here" Magnus gave the Marine a warm smile, which received just a nod in response.

Holding Neran by the arm, the Primarch of the Thousand Sons pushed his brother inside the Palace, showing him the wonders of the Imperial library, passing through the studies of the different Primarchs and noting different places that could be of interest for his brother even if Magnus was perfectly aware that Neran had little care for anything other than his sons and his Legion organization; the fact he was even there, willing to participate in a dinner with the rest of the family, was a big display of how Neran was trying to connect with his brothers or at the very least give the illusion he cared.

Magnus sighed as the face of his brother never changed expression, keeping that neutral grimace devoid of any tact or emotions Magnus had only seen once before, the day the Emperor had told him about not prying into the secrets of the universe surrounding them. It was difficult to find a theme to speak with him, even more so than others like the berserker Angron or the savage Wolf "king" Leman, with them it was a matter of intellect and lack of personal opinions that would get in the way of even thinking in engaging on one of the multiple interesting subjects Magnus knew; but Neran was intelligent, he was capable of thinking like the greatest philosophers of Tizca and surprisingly good on dwelling deep into the themes and different points of view from the matters in which Magnus had been lucky enough to get out of him, but Neran just simply refused to speak about them, time and time again shut down with harsh words or blunt answers any kind of conversation or proposal to have meetings in which to speak of these themes. He was cold, blunt like nobody else in his entire life, but still the Primarch of the Thousand sons sensed that his brother was more of what he showed to everyone.

The big round table with beautifully adorned seats, each with the Roman number of the Legions, was already served and buzzing with chatter; the rest of the Primarchs were already there, some like Roboute were enjoying the company of their brothers, others like Leman joked and took a piss out of retelling stories or victories in their wars; a small group however including Konrad, Angron and Perturabo however found the little joy they could allow themselves to have in remaining quiet and eat of what they had in their plate, not willing to spend more time there than it was the bare minimum required of them. Extending his hand and pointing to his seat, Magnus left Neran and went to get into his designated place, leaving the Primarch of the Mutes sandwiched between Lion and Fulgrim. The Phoenix gave a glance at his brother and gave him a fake smile before rolling his eyes and slightly moving his chair a bit further away from Neran; Lion, in contrast, nodded solemnly to the Solticence and offered him a cup of wine, which Neran received and drank from it without saying a word of gratitude or salute any of his brothers at all.

"Glad you could come" Lion cleared his throat and changed position in his chair

"My Equerry told me to" Neran looked directly at his brother's eyes

"Even your sons are more lively than you" Fulgrim chimed in, marking his sarcasm

"They do understand more of you than me, Fulgrim" Neran tried to make a smile, coming off very unnatural "Although none understand your paintings yet"

Lion chuckled soundly as he patted Neran's back, enjoying the horrified expression on Fulgrim face as if someone had committed the most heinous crime in front of his very eyes. Neran smiled faded, faster than any expected, and for the rest of the bickering back and forth between the Lion and the Phoenix he simply ate from his plate, he did not needed to eat anything nor he could taste those ingredients, but the motion at least gave him an excuse to not speak to anyone else while the dinner continued and everyone awaited the arrival of the Emperor to formally begin that evening.

A low growl was heard in the room and suddenly Angron stood up, face red by the anger he felt as he stared with a murderous gaze to Leman and Dorn; he muttered something Neran couldn't quite catch up and then drove his fist into the table, which created a sizable dent on it although not quite managing to break it; seemed like Father did knew them all and had taken extra precautions to make everything extra sturdy so even Primarchs couldn't break the furniture so easily.

"What has happened?" Neran whispered into Lion's ear

"Angron showing once again how easy it is to drive him mad..." The First waved his hand around "Don't get too caught up in it, happens very much in every single reunion we have"

Neran frowned, an expression so rarely seen in his face the others instantly noticed it, while looking at the ones responsible for the outburst in the most judging silence imaginable, compared only to what their Father did whenever one of them messed up or when He felt disappointed in them.

"He'll come back Neran, please sit down" Horus spoke up, noticing how the eyes of everyone there rested on his brother's face

"..." Neran huffed as he glanced at Horus

"I heard it all, they were just fooling around" Lupercal looked at the Wolf King to help his case

"It was just a fun prank I said about his friend on the Conqueror, by the frosted lands of Fenris even Dorn chuckled!"

"Jests such as those can be very distasteful Russ...like the milk of the she-wolf that raised you" Neran lifted his hand before Leman could retort "See how that can drive a man mad?"

"Fuck you, you don't even belong in a party, let alone here after dad-"

"Russ!!!!" Horus shouted before the phrase ended

A tense silence followed the little exchange, one broken by the footsteps of Neran echoing in the chamber as he left in search for Angron. The Mute could only imagine how the Red Angel felt after that awkward moment, even more so as he had too being on the receiving end of the quite bad and rude jokes of Russ, whenever Neran understood the feeling he was supposed to have.

He found his brother not too far from there, on a small room stocked with weapons and training dummies, beating one of said dolls over and over again with his bare knuckles, blood already starting to pour from the cuts created on his flesh. Neran took slow steps forward, loud enough to announce his presence there but with the enough distance to not get in the way of Angron venting his anger at whatever he found close at the moment. As the distance between them got shorter, the Red Angel seemed to calm himself more and more, his labored breath was allowed to slow down, taking longer inhalation and deeper exhalation until his hands went to rest by his sides; Angron looked over his shoulder and weakly smiled with that mouth devoid of lips, which made a gesture only Neran could interpret accurately

"You...thank you...for....making them stop singing" The Red Angel pointed at his skull

"I cannot control that, there is nothing to thank me for" Neran too smiled in his own creepy way

"Hrgggh I know, but still...your presence here is welcomed...you can soothe these fucking things"

"I'm sorry that cannot be said of Russ"

"Ah...yes...well...he's a 'King' you know? Tyrants and royals tend to behave in that sort of way" Angron shrugged, looking at the destroyed dummies around "I just didn't think he would be so dirty as to make a joke out of my....my knight"

"You care for him" Neran bluntly pointed out, getting a laugh out of his brother

"Yes....yes! Fucking hell it's so obvious then eh?"

"You said that nickname with care, stopping at every syllable to mark it with fondness" Neran sounded like a servitor repeating an order

"It's just...very special and dear to me, Neran....sometimes the Nails just sing about him to make me hurt anyone who mentions his name" Angron shook his head from side to side "It's even harder to control that than it is to control the impulses to kill anyone I lay my eyes on"

"Including me, now?" Neran attempted to make a joke

"Nah, not you right now!!! Blanks are a bitch to anyone who has even the slightest connection to the Warp! You have always a shield raised against me and those desires!" Angron scratched the back of his head, between the cables "I hope that analogy makes sense"

"It did not....but I appreciate the effort" Neran forced a smile again

Angron roared a laugh as he patted his brother in the back, making him almost fall to the ground from the sheer force of it, which caused another series of laughs from the Red Angel. Neran huffed and straightened his posture again, looking directly at his brother's eyes; he knew they both were more alike than anyone else in the family, perhaps the closest thing to a bond he would ever form with any of his brothers, if only because of their circumstances, their own unique way of experiencing their lives and their inability to fully understand anyone around them; that made it easier to tolerate the Red Angel and enjoy his company, even if Neran didn't knew what the word 'enjoy' meant.

As he sighed, Neran and Angron felt a presence looming over their heads, as if a storm was brewing in the nearby chambers of the Palace closing in on them; the Emperor with his imposing figure entered the room, dressed in his finest armor, the same he wore during the Unification wars on Terra and the Great Crusade, the same one he used when He first met with his sons on their different planets; at his side, Malcador the Sigilite scanned their surroundings ever so vigilant.

"Sons, I require your presence in the council chamber" The Emperor spoke with authority

Angron growled a low rumble but did as he was told, walking behind Malcador, who glanced at the Red Angel and frowned as he tried to get out of his way. Neran looked up at the towering figure of his Father, who nodded and gestured for him to follow as well; with another sigh, the Primarch of the Mutes marched behind his brother towards the chamber where the other sons of the Emperor were still reunited, now having cleared the table from the food and adornments so all the maps and documents needed to explain why the Emperor had gathered them there could be unfolded at length.

"Greetings, Father" Magnus bowed, a gesture followed by the rest of his brothers

"You may take a seat, we have much to discuss tonight" The Emperor sat down in the big golden throne at the end of the table, besides Horus "We have made great leaps forward in our conquest of the galaxy, each of you has succeeded in securing or pacifying their assigned territories and thus has allowed me to further expand the borders of our Empire; I would like to congratulate you all for the achievements you have obtained in this period"

Neran raised an eyebrow while glancing at the rest of the Primarchs, most of them were beaming with pride and joy at the recognition of their efforts and victories, while others remained stoic and simply took a seat waiting for the Emperor to continue with what He had to say; Magnus seemed particularly eager to listen and Neran guessed that maybe his brother was thinking on the opportunity to gain some kind of favor with their father to push further into studying the mysteries of the universe.

"But now, it is time we take another step forward, Xenos threats have become more than a nuisance for the ever growing Imperium of Mankind, I've heard…the type of things the Rangdan had done to our people-" The Emperor took a sharp inhalation "Lion and Neran, you'll be Humanity sword and shield against these aliens, I trust you both will deal with the threat in the way they deserve"

"We shall, Father" The Lion stood up and saluted before sitting back down

"By your order" Neran whispered

"Magnus, I would ask you to be very wary of your psychic powers; I cannot say everything yet, but it is imperative you thread carefully"

"Of course, Father" The Primarch nodded solemnly

"Roboute, I am putting in your hands the matter of securing our borders from the Eldar incursions, the Craftworlds must remain unaware of our current status"

"Yes, Father" Roboute nodded as well

"Horus, my son, you'll be sent with a massive army to subdue and unite the last hold outs of resistance on the nearby stars, we will not allow anyone to defy my rule"

"I'll do my best, Father" Horus nodded too, a smile forming on his face

"As for the rest of you, I've made you well aware of your duties, if you need clarification Malcador has always and will always speak on my behalf" The Sigilite did a short bow at the mention of his name.

The Mute Primarch glanced at the rest of his brothers, noting how some like Dorn and Guilliman had taken notes or were making their own arrangements for whatever it was they needed to do. Neran took a look at the map and instantly found out what his father was referring to with the threat of the Xenos, but his eyes narrowed at the sight of the reports coming about the sightings and war zones where the enemy was fighting Humanity, they did not seem…hostile.

"Father" Neran spoke up, standing up "This threat seems insignificant for a war of this scale"

The Emperor raised his head and looked directly at his son's eyes, a feeling of dread came over everyone in the room, even Neran himself who felt the pressure of His gaze as if someone was looking deep into his very core; He remained quiet, only his eyes moving around, as if looking for something in the Primarch's face that could betray the seeds of heresy growing in his son. Flaring up his nostrils as it seemed He took all the remaining air left in the room, the Emperor leaned back and with a sigh closed his eyes, gazing from Nerean to the rest of his sons thinking of the correct words to lecture them all

"What I saw, was not insignificant" He spoke, a coldness in his voice not present before "Those things are a menace and will not hesitate to destroy everything that crosses their path, even other Xenos species"

"But they aren't doing that now"

"Not yet, Neran, they haven't met the legions, they haven't met yet the full might of our species, you are not aware of the power and the horror they can bring upon the galaxy if they know we are here to fight for what's ours"

"I see what is theirs here...not where we settled so many millenia ago, where our founding fathers expanded to. I see what was theirs being taken for our-" Neran felt the judging looks of everyone else on the room settled on him

"We are done here, as we have much work to do" The Emperor voice raised above the muttering of his son

One by one the Primarchs went back to their Legions and then to their personal expedition fleets; Russ and Roboute gave a stern look at Neran containing their urges to punch him just barely enough, Konrad looked at his brother in defeat and could only sigh as he placed a hand on the Hollowgrace arm and lightly squeezed it. Alpharius, in their weird eccentric ways of behaving, went to hug his almost identical brother as he whispered into Neran's ear quick and low enough for their Father to not hear them, "He's going to give the order...soon...be prepared".

In the room only the Emperor, Malcador and Neran remained; the three of them like statues not moving a muscle since the bold declarations of the IIth Primarch just a second ago. They waited for the other 18 to abandon the room completely before even parting their lips to speak. Malcador was the first.

"We were all created with a purpose, child. I know from experience it is hard to see it and, even more so at your age, comprehend the true scale of what our actions will do for the years to come" His wrinkled hand went up to touch Neran armor "Whenever we are not in war, we are preparing for it. This dark times will be over, child, just as you with your brothers bring Humanity's vision to fruition"

"What you ask is genocide, Sigilite. One does not prepare for war, you avoid it as much as you can and-"

"Did they shared your thoughts?" The Emperor voice softened "When you were left alone in that planet, was that silence created by peace? By a holy war against them?"

"It was by what I had to do" Neran voice faltered slightly

"Neran...this is what I have to do now. Just like them, these Xenos...these civilizations that have looked down upon the human being, they will not take kindly our reunification. They will see us as a threat, one they will not stop crushing until the same silence you felt then will be felt by every single human still alive" The Father pulled his son into a reassuring hug

"Is that what we have been reduced to? Not inventing like past Ages? Not rebuilding and researching the technology and science that made all of this possible?"

"We were in that age, Solticence" Malcador nodded slowly "It was our greed for more that the Xenos used on us to make Humanity a fraction of what we were"

"And what we could had been" The Emperor finished the trail of thoughts from his close friend "We will not let that happen again"

"If it was our greed then, what does that tells us of what sin we are committing now?" Neran tried to understand

The Emperor placed his hands on both shoulders of his son, shinning a bright smile that was now too present on the Sigilite expression. They chuckled for a few instances before He declared "Sin is a antique belief we cannot rely on to judge us any longer", with those words lingering in Neran's mind the two of them left the room and the Mute Primarch behind; the reunion of a family of 19 members had ended in empty chairs and an empty table, with a single man not being able to avoid the sinking feeling everything was about to change for the worst.

[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

[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.

[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"

[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."

[nightmareeadin-portfolio]

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.

[adhd-fandom-hyperfocus]

✧₊⁺ Bath ✧₊⁺

Pairing: None

Author's Note: Raserei is my oc, who is the lost primarch of the 2nd Legion.

Warnings: slightly nsfw because it's taking place in a bath house. Nothing happens though, Much to the despair of some serfs.

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If he were not aware he was on a ship, Raserei could be convinced he had stepped into one of the great bathhouses on Macragge. The fake sunlight shone perfectly through the fake glass ceiling, casting a beautiful ray of light onto the crystal-clear water below. Giving a glorious view of the blue marble of the bath floor, accented with regal gold veins. Steam rising from the water, and clinging to the marble pillars offering the same vibrant blue. Drapes that bore the Ultramarine symbol with pride were hung about the room, as well as chairs of leisure for Astartes to take their required rest.

The walls were covered in stunning art that heralded the beauty of Macragge, and fountains were covered with plants as water flowed from them, a calming sound. His nose filled with the alluring scents of oils in the waters. While Raserei would not accuse Guilliman of opulence, the man was not Spartan with his tastes, at least within reason. Something Raserei secretly admired. His brother understood the line between beauty and pure grandiosity.

Slowly the primarch of the second removed his robe, letting it fall to the marble floor and let his body sink into the warm water. While communal baths were not foreign to him, he did value his privacy. Now more than ever. A ghost in a world he didn't understand. A pariah among his brothers. His large frame sank further down and he rested his arms on the sides of the bath, letting his head tilt back. Throne he needed this, this moment of peace...

Oh but what was that movement? They locked gazes ever so briefly before she ducked back behind the pillar, and muffled giggles could be heard. So that's where the bath attendants were. It would seem he had an audience after all. Strange, he was under the impression he scared baseline humans. He unsettled most Astartes.

Nonetheless, if they were watching might as well give them something for their bravery. He started humming idly, slowly giving way to words. His deep voice carried and filled the bathhouse, the high ceiling allowing such a deep rolling voice to vibrate in the chests of his onlookers. How easy his voice carried when he wasn't even trying. Truly his voice could be a weapon if he wished it to be.

"Feed my fire, let me put some ash on your face. Feed my fire..." he sang softly.

Now listening to the pounding heartbeats behind him, thinking they are safe behind the pillar. It was cute; he thought they would know that such things would not be lost on someone like him, but Raserei guessed ignorance was bliss.

But his performance was cut short when a group of rowdy Ultramarines only in their undercloths, came stumbling in, calling for the serfs to get them some robes for when they get out of the bath.

Raserei rose from the bath and only used his robe to cover his lower half. As he walked by the marines and past the pillar where his hidden admirers were he waved at them. Their cheeks all rosy and their pupils blown out.

"Try not to drown them ladies." he joked as he left the area.

One of the serfs cast a glare at the Ultramarines that would give a Khorne daemon pause.

"Did you see him get in sisters?" one whispered eyes still lingering at the exit.

"I did," one replied holding her hands up as if they were cupping something large, "Never have I seen moons so round."

They all nodded in silence, mourning the loss of such a sight to some loud and boorish marines.

"They do not make them like they used too."

[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