#Space marine ocs

[sepulcher666]

Space Marine Injury Recovery Rewrite

All he had to do now was wait. The Tyranids laid dead all around him. 

Broken demolition charges lay scattered in an abstract display. Archos himself laid in an unusual position. The damage on his battle plate is a wordless testament to the struggle that took place here.

He could taste the acidic tang of chemicals in his mouth. His Larraman’s cells had sealed up his wounds, but he had lost far too much blood. His body stung with the familiar pain of cracked ribs and bones.

Archos laid there and tried to prop himself up against something the best he could.

Even though muddled senses, he could still hear the heavy drumming of footsteps. Too heavy to be human.

It hurt too much to speak, but he tried anyway. Even as his brother-apothecary attended to him.

“Is it you?” His throat stung like it was severely parched. Blood poured between his teeth and flooded his taste with the tang of iron. He saw the apothecary shake his head.

“Do not attempt to speak. Yes, it's me.” Perhaps this was a blatant lie, as Archos did not recognize who spoke, but it comforted him all the same. He wondered who the voice belonged to.

Archos reached out, brushing his fingers against the helmet in wonder. He felt the servos in his brothers helmet thrum with familiar sensation. The unfamiliar brother did not take push his fingers or hand away.

Something close to hurt was visible in the expressionless visor.

Ceramite clad hands cradled his head. “Try your best to stay awake.”

What followed next was lost to him in a haze of pain and delirium. Even through it all, he did not scream.

A needle pierced his skin, bringing him back to reality.

“Put your arm over my pauldron. We’re heading back to the battle barge.”

The apothecary supported him as more thunder hawks landed next to the ruined fortress. 

He was glad to finally find some measure of relief, even if he promptly collapsed into his 

apothecary the minute the thunderhawk took off.  “Archos? Archos?”

The surprise of his sudden collapse miraculously did not cause them both to crash into the pilot as the vehicle took off with all haste.

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“Brother.” He felt a hand on his cheek. It felt familiar, warm almost. He could recognize each scar and callus on that hand. Archos blearily opened his eyes to see his friend. He smiled, trying to go back to sleep. This time, he did not get to.

Two strong hands were on his shoulders and lifted him up. 

“I do not wish for you to go into a sus an coma, Archos. The night is still young.”

His friend, Kairos, did not know of his quick recovery? Or was he just joking and trying to lift his mood?

“I know.” He winced, as he got up. Pain shot up his spine.

His world spun briefly as he blinked, trying to clear his vision. 

“Why are you smiling?…” He grumbled, bracing himself against the wall.

Kairos snorted before pulling Archos into a hug. The space marine took in the smell of the incense-laden robe his friend wore.

“There, there.”

A strong hand rubbed his back, causing him to unwittingly relax into his embrace. Tension and thoughts melted away. Here he was safe. Here he was home.

“I will have you know, my heart rejoices at your survival. I feared you lost to the xenos hive down there.” He pressed his cheek against Archos. He held his friend close, as if he were some loose substance that could slip between his fingers.

Kairos took a shuddering breath.

“We all must join the emperor one day, Kairos. It is the way of things.” He felt his grasp tighten imperceptibly.

“I know that. But I wish to share kinship with you before he calls you to join his side.”

Kairos withdrew and smiled mischievously.

“I have this free hour to spend with you. We shall skip evening prayers together.”

Archos laughed. “You never liked the chaplains devotionals.”

[the-art-block]

Space Marine Coloring Book! - Transparent lines + palette squares included above ⬆ - Link to the Clip Studio Paint working file

Now you guys can color your own warplate too! I would love to see anything you guys come up with! Feel free to use this and post up your beautiful lads so I can see them 👀👀👀

Happy Holidays!

[annasmafroo]

she started out as a joke but... oh well. Her name is Barbette (i just call her Barbie because it's funny af) she's a battle sister? a female space marine? I don't even know. i created her because i wanted to make a joke about a girly committing war crimes in all pink cutesy armor

[ddeck]

step 1: get a bunch of fish references step 2: make up rodian designs based on said references step 3: ???? step 5: profit

[astralmight]

opinion on the Space Marine 2 design

[rdzdoodles]

Sister Lucina - Interlude on the path to Sisterhood

[taythecatfey]

I didn't need a reason to give space marines cake but James and his workshop said it's cannon now.

Its a morale booster for the guard behind them

Thank you James and your Workshop

[ka0mik]

Autism doesn't "speak"

IT ANNIHILATES WITHOUT MERCY FOR THE IMPERIUM OF MAN

[kumratart]

My Carcharodon Pelagios :3

[shadefish]

scribbling some OC brain rot for me and my partner

[dese-o]

Making this small comic was quite fun :3c (making the shadows with the textures was quite interesting, also still thinking on what craftworld to guide mr elf)

[residentapothecary]

the inquisition doesn’t want you to see this

[the-art-block]

The Holy Warplate of Brothers

Three color tests for three of my fan-made Space Marine Chapters for Warhammer 40k~

The Enlightened Sons | 8th Founding | Imperial Fists Successors

The Iron Bears | 13th Founding | White Scars Successors

The Greyhawks | 21st Founding | Raven Guard Successors

[sefusneezed]

she has been at this for hours

[sodariusabobusus]

Concepts of my warband of spider marines, in the past Word Bearers and now hairy beasts with many arms 🕷️🕷️

They use bright colours for their armor decor mostly, also they could talk like normal humans, but between themselves use special devices on their backs

[0lenni1]

And so, I'm back with the drawing. Do you also remember skitarii from the last post? So it's time to tell more about him and our game as a whole. The plot is generally obvious. Some unknown (so far) group of chaos space Marines (mostly some losers, by a strange coincidence) gathered in their own black crusade. And so each of them patronizes some mortal. And besides, we have 4 chaos space Marines worshipping 4 different chaos gods and their 4 mortals, most of whom are already following the same path as their patrons, and the rest are just treading on it and learning. Our brave and terrible chaos space Marines are engaged in respectively large typical tasks to assemble the fleet and prepare everything for the black crusade, while mortals are engaged in undercover missions and destroy the Imperium from within. Preparing the most favorable environment for the coming of the fleet of their patrons. And so I, as a mortal, play for skitarii, whose serial number is β1-BI (however, he prefers to call himself Bi-Bi) and it so happened that he is under the patronage of a World Eater named Sunset (You can consider this some kind of joke by Khorne, I do not know how it happened. Or rather, I know. I'll tell you about it next time) and, the relationship between these two, suddenly for me, was built as between a bloodthirsty and harsh, but fair father, and a small son who does not yet understand how this world works and what is wanted from him, but tries very hard. And so, on the topic of the relationship between these two, I brought you art! However, I could not decide on the background, but I think it is not so important. One day I'll tell you about the rest of the participants in this mess