#Primarch OC

[or-fi-s]

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

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[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)

[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."

[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

[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

[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.

[idle-skull]

Ursa Major, Primarch of the Star Walkers.

[kcnhub]

so i may or may not actually be making icons

[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

[adhd-fandom-hyperfocus]

I can't help but think of @gardens-of-dirae Dirae looking out over her new sons because Raserei finally allowed Cawl to use his gene-seed stock. And this is right from the source.

So it's a bunch of hulking primaris boys, and the Black Dragons whom have some of Raserei's gene-seed spliced in. So he adopted them. However, she's noticing the newest marines are acting a bit...off. Gathering little nicknacks, blankets and pillows are being taken, or delivered to the fortress. They are suddenly interested in the young boys who come in hopes of becoming astartes. Being encouraging and helpful.

They're practically sighing like lovelorn idiots when they see a serf moving around with their baby when they are not on duty. Then it hits her and the Black Dragons like bricks. Because someone else does this.

Di just boinking Ras with a bat and he's so confused, "What did I do?!"

"You gave your sons nesting anxiety! This is your fault because you are a horny little man!"

"My Love, My Edan. I am not little. And I did not give them 'nesting anxiety'!" Di looks around him and points to the mountains of things he's just bought to make their home look more comfy, and points to the fact she was only able to start walking yesterday because he's been on a tear.

"Maybe if we give them all a puppy or kitten?"

"I don't know Ras, will that calm you down?"

"... ... No..."

This poor woman is now the Legion Mother to the most horny and wholesome murder men in the galaxy, and they are all nesting because their dad is.

[marz-barzz]

Making a primarch based off of a bearded vulture

I love these things sm

Bone eating, makeup wearing, big bird pants having, big ol eyes lookin ass

[interplanaranathema]

Hey I just learned that Biomancers are a thing in Warhammer 40k, Psykers capable of controlling the biology of other living things with their minds. So I was curious if Lachesis was psyker biomancer?

I'd like to think so but you need an incredible amount of discipline to do other people. I believe that one of the best canon biomancers was a T-sons Apothecary! But Lachesis IS a biomancer and his legion used to temporarily graft body parts (like wings more so) for the tactical advantage and that was aided by his librarians. He's much more practical about his biomancy, and doesn't use it unless he finds it's needed. Other than that he keeps that ability a more closed off so not a lot people know about it. Horus did know about the true extent of it. He kinda stumbled upon Lachesis testing out his mount one time in the lab.

This is his "mount" and he seldom uses it when he's around his brothers as that he's is cautious on how they'd view it. After all, his apothecaries are seeded throughout the region AND some of the non-11th apothecaries were trained by him as well. Something about know a legion's medical history and being able to manipulate the body like this does NOT bode well (light hearted).

This ammount is, as you can probably tell, the same type of form his warp form soon takes. ANd That's another ramble for another day

[ask-thedawnseekers]

Primarch Solana Bosley has appeared! What to do?

She looks down at you, in quiet affection.

[Marry]

[Do "it"]

[Leave]

[Worship]

[roughtimeminicomics]

Say hello to Roughous Artillieus. My very own Warhammer 40K OC!! And yes, he's a Primarch.

He is the Primarch of the Rougher Days legion and their successors. He is a master at melee combat but loves to use Bolters as well, commonly using them in pairs because as he says, "He loves the aesthetic." But like many, if not all, in the 40K universe, he is shrouded with misery and above all... Chaos. But maybe not in the way that one would think.

You see, disregarding any reasonable lore (as I like to do), before the Horus Heresy, Roughous actually had an encounter with Slaneesh AND Nurgle. Both of which tried to convince him to turn himself over to Chaos, to which both he refused. But since he had such a DIRECT encounter with them, he was targeted by powerful deamons left and right. One such encounter was with a higher deamon that inflicted him with a virus made by Nurgle with Slaneesh's help. Literal Chaos began to flow from his eyes, and his Marines began to worry that they may have to put done their beloved Primarch. But Roughous wasn't going down easy. He slayed the deamon and returned home, a bolter always pointed at his head just in case. He built a mask that helped him recovcer from the virus, permanently forging it into his face.

Now the mark of the Chaos Virus marks his face, the tears that fell last marking his skin, and his eyes blacked with a pure neon green glow. And he begins to think about the Crusade, the War, and eventually, the Horus Heresy... and wondered...

Was Humanity just as horrible a force of Chaos as were the Chaos Lords?