#Warhammer 40k OC

[sorormaior]

Could you draw the Cary and Eidolon divorce pics

-@ilisteria

local man cannot stop fumbling night lord. he will continue to fumble this night lord well after the divorce.

[justanothermemestrider]

Nothing Ever Stays Dead - Part 5

Sgt Gadriel x Childhood Friend OC

Good news! Gadriel and Ellie finally have a moment to talk alone.

Bad news! That quiet moment is taking place in a Drukhari ship.

If you missed part 4, you can catch up here :)

I know I probably sound like a broken record at this point, but I am so grateful for all the support this series has had so far. So, all you lovely people, thank you for reading, liking, reblogging and commenting <3

Once again, I've butchered the lore a little bit. But tbh I've been doing that this entire series so hopefully you guys are used to/expect that from me by now 😅

Violence and 40kness under the cut, as well as some light ellusions to some nsfwness at the start. Apologies for spelling and grammar errors, and thank you for your support :D

Love, Memestrider xoxo

When Gadriel walked through their bedroom door, Ellicent had known right away. She'd been dreading it. Praying that it wouldn't happen. But the moment she saw the look on his face, she'd known.

"You've been accepted," she said.

Gadriel closed the door behind him. He let out a tired sigh before turning to face her once more. "I asked if I could return home to say goodbye. They were reluctant, but said yes."

Ellicent closed her eyes. Her knees felt weak, and she sat on the bed lest they give out on her entirely. "Have you told your mother yet?"

Gadriel visibly recoiled from the question. "She said she was happy; that she was proud. But I could tell it was a lie. She wants me to leave about as much as you do."

"Can't say I blame her," Ellicent said.

Gadriel gave her a sad, sympathetic smile. It only infuriated Ellicent more. Taking a seat next to her, he clasped his hands in his lap, eyes fixed on the floor as if ashamed.

"I leave tomorrow," he said quietly.

Ellicent looked at him "Seriously? When?"

"First thing." Still, he refused to meet her gaze. "You and Mum probably won't even be awake yet."

Ellicent bit her lip as a wave of tears threatened to overwhelm her. She was so angry with him. So angry. Why did he have to be so selfless? Why did his heart have to be so noble that he would do something like this for the mere chance of making her and his mother's lives just a little bit better?

"So... What happens next?"

"Well, assuming I pass all of my trials and actually become an Astartes, I can request to have you both transferred to someplace in Ultramar."

"You can request? You mean, it isn't guaranteed?"

"I don't know. It's... It's not a commonly done thing, apparently." Chewing his cheek, Gadriel clenched his hand into fists. "But I'll make it happen. I promise I will."

"You better," Ellicent whispered. "If you can't, then this whole thing would have been for nothing."

They both lapsed into silence. Heavy, tense and melancholic. Tears were flowing freely down Ellicent's cheeks now. The grief she'd been anticipating for months now had broken free of its cage, and is now sewing painful knots in her belly and chest.

Why? She continued to ask herself. Why did it have to be like this? Why did he have to go?

"Ellie?" She felt Gadriel's hand wrap around hers. "Talk to me. Please."

Ellicent sniffed, wiping her eyes with her free hand. She met his gaze and found that he, too, had started to weep.

Her body moved without thinking. Throwing one leg over him, she straddled his lap before pulling him into the fiercest, most passionate kiss she thinks she's ever given him. It took him off guard. So much so, he almost fell backward onto the bed. But he didn't hesitate in returning it. Sliding his hands up her back, he gripped her nape hard, pressing her into him and working his mouth against hers.

The taste of him was wonderful. His scent and touch, the closest things to bliss Ellicent had ever had. And she was about to loose him. The world was trying to take him away. A sob rises into the back of Ellicent's throat. She had to break the kiss in order to let it out. Gadriel cradled her cheeks in his hands, pressed his forehead to hers. He let her take all the time she needed to catch her breath. His own, soft exhales were warm against Ellicent's lips.

Ellicent intertwines her fingers in his hair. It's tangled and coarse, and slightly damp from the humid air outside. But to Ellicent, it's as soft and beautiful as silk.

"I want more, Gadriel," she whispers.

She feels his brows furrow against her forehead. "Do... Do you mean?"

"I do."

"Are you sure?"

She'd expected him to be hesitant. While they had shared a bed for as long as Ellicent had been living with Gadriel and his mother, they'd never slept together. Not for a lack of attraction, of course; Gadriel was easily pretty enough to pass as a high lord's son, and even before he'd started training for the Astartes, his body was a well-sculpted work of soft muscle and olive skin; and while Ellicent is less certain of her own physical attributes, Gadriel has told her time and time again how stunning her figure is, how her eyes reminded him of falling stars.

But even so, their relationship had always been built on emotional intimacy- sex was a line they were yet to crossed.

But Ellicent couldn't wait any longer.

"I am," she said in reply to his question. "I want you, Gadriel. I love you. And if the world is so determined to take you from me tomorrow, I want to have you tonight." Gently, she covers his hands with her own, brushing her thumb across his knuckles. "But of course, all of that is moot unless you'll have me too."

Gadriel's reply is instant. "Of course I will."

"Then please," Ellicent whispered. She pressed her palm against his chest. Felt his now-racing heart beating against her skin.

"Take me."

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"Welcome to the Dark Star," Ellie says quietly. She hugs her legs a little tighter, resting her temple on her knees so she is facing him.

It's only then that Gadriel notices she's missing her left arm.

"Where's your prostethic?" he asks.

Ellie glances at her empty shoulder socket. Her expression, like her voice, is totally flat. "They took it. Weren't keen on the idea of locking me up with my hyperphase sword." She raps her knuckles on her right knee, making a soft clanging sound. "Let me keep my leg, though. So that's something, I guess."

"But why?" Gadriel asks. "I mean, why are you even here? I thought these xenos were allied with you."

Ellie meets his gaze. Something hot flashes behind her eyes. "They're allied with Severus. Not me."

"But do you not work for him?"

Her next words come out laced with poison. "More like I'm indentured to him."

Despite himself, her words leave Gadriel feeling relieved. I knew it, he thinks. She's not here by choice. She's not a traitor."

"But I see your point," she continues. "And typically, it'd be right: Severus does keep the Dark Eldar off me. But then I fired off that flare and..."

She lapses back into morose silence. Gadriel feels a twinge in his chest unrelated to any of his wounds.

"I'm sorry," he says quietly.

"Don't be," Ellie replies. "It's not your fault. I knew what I was doing, how he would react. I'm just sorry you got hurt because of it."

Gadriel swallows thickly. "I... I'm not just talking about that."

Ellie cocks her head for a moment. "What are you..." Her face suddenly drops. "Oh. Right."

The sad silence returns. Ellie's eyes drop to the floor as she fiddles with a crack in the floor. Small ribbons of light catch her cheeks; tear streaks, Gadriel realises.

He forces himself to take a breath. From the moment he'd seen her again, the same terrible question has been plaguing his mind. But he can't hide from it any longer. Not when they may be so close to death.

"What happened to you, Ellie?" Gadriel asks. "How did you end up involved with... with people like this?"

Her reply is sharp as a blade. "It wasn't willingly. I can tell you that for nothing."

"I'd already guessed as much," Gadriel says gently. "But, truth be told, that only makes me more desperate to know how it all came to pass."

For a long while, Ellie is silent.

"Are you sure?" she finally asks.

The way she says it makes Gadriel's throat close over. "Yes," he answers. "Please."

Ellie goes quiet again. Her gaze returns to the cold, dank floor. "About six months after you left," she says. "Your mother died. Same sickness that killed my Dad. I couldn't stay in the house after that. Too much loss. I swear I could feel it coming out of the walls."

A twinge of grief pangs in Gadriel's chest. He'd already assumed that his mother was likely dead by now- if not from disease, then certainly from age. But nevertheless, the confirmation from Ellie still stings.

"I lived off the streets after that," she continues. "You know, stealing from topsiders, raiding trash piles, fighting for the best abandoned building to sleep in for the night; all the standard type stuff." She lets out a sigh. "Then Severus showed up.

"I don't know how much you know about him, from your mission briefing or whatever, but his main shtick is that he's a slaver. A trafficker. He and his cronies zip around the galaxy, visiting feral hive worlds and plucking healthy-looking vagrants off the streets to... Well, to do whatever he wants."

Gadriel swallows the lump in his throat. "And he..."

"Yup."

"Throne, Ellie."

With her one remaining shoulder, Ellie shrugs. "Wasn't just me. He probably took about a hundred people in the end. I was taken in my sleep. Hit over the head, woke up in the belly of some disgusting cargo bay." Briefly, she looks around her cell. "It wasn't too dissimilar to this, actually. Except a lot less roomy, with more people crammed inside. Most of the people Severus takes are to sell- that's what he's allied with the Dark Eldar for. But sometimes, he'll come across someone he takes a liking to, and he'll keep them as his own."

Once more, Gadriel's mouth fills with acidic bile, and the corners of his vision turn from black to red. When Ellie sees the look on his face, she forces a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, it wasn't like that. Not with me, anyway. Only reason he liked me was 'cause I could handle myself in a fight. He saw a killer in me, not a play-thing. Probably the only stroke of luck I've had during this whole thing."

The only thing Gadriel can think to do is nod. "How about your arm and leg?" he asks. "How'd you loose them?"

"I didn't loose them," Ellie says. "Severus took them."

"He took them?"

She nods. "He'd have taken the others too, if he'd had enough necron parts lying around. But he only had a left arm and right leg, so that was all he could replace." She touches her empty shoulder socket. A soft, harsh laugh slips from her lips. "Another stroke of luck on my part, I guess.

"He made me his hit-man," she continues. "His errand girl."Defend this cargo, Ellicent. Kill this officer, Ellicent. I've got a pack of space marines coming after me, so set a trap for 'em and kill them for me, Ellicent. If you refuse me again, I'll let the Drukhari have you, and you'll be begging me to take you back." That was my life. For fifty years. And the cybernetics, they affected the rest of my body. Hardened my bones, slowed my aging right down. Meant death was hard to come by; even when I wanted it to."

Her voice is so full of emotion, it almost sounds devoid of it. Like an overloaded fuse, there is so much pain in her words, she can't possibly express it anymore. Gadriel's eyes well with tears. He can't stand this. All of these things happening to Ellicent. His Ellie. The girl he's loved from the moment he was old enough to understand what love even was.

All these things have happened to her, and I didn't save her. I didn't even try.

The silence that falls between them is a physical presence, one of hurt, foreboding and grief. Gadriel's wounds continue to scream at him, but compared to those coming from his hearts, they're little more than whimpers.

"So," Ellie mutters. "Now that you know all of that, I have to ask..."

Gadriel closes his eyes. He waits for her next words he were waiting for an executioner's axe to fall.

"Do you still remember the night before you left?"

The question takes him completely off-guard. And the memory it brings... Gadriel can't help but smile. "Of course," he says.

Ellie nods. "Do you remember what you said to me? When it's was all over?"

As quickly as it had come, his smile dies. "I said I loved you."

"Before that."

Gadriel averts his eyes. "I said I'd come back."

"No," Ellie replies. "You didn't just say it. You promised me. You looked me in the eye and you swore it."

"... I... I know."

"So why didn't you?"

Gadriel goes to chew the inside of his cheek, but winces as his teeth grate broken, bleeding skin. Seems the Dark Eldar's poison has kept even that wound from closing, too.

"And don't lie to me, okay?" Ellie adds. Her tone isn't accusatory; instead, it's almost a plea. "I don't want... poor excuses or anything like that. I just want the truth. No matter what it is. Surely I deserve that, at least."

"Of course you do," Gadriel says.

Ellie doesn't reply, but her silence indicates she's waiting for him to continue.

Gadriel looks down at his hands. Already, they're slick again with his own blood.

He takes a deep breath, ignoring the pangs of protest the movement sparks from his wounds, and clenches his hands into fists. "Do you know what re-education is?" he asks.

"No," she answers.

"It's the psychological aspect of Astartes' creation. Just as thorough and invasive as the surgeries and the physical training. But, arguably, it's more important than both."

He hears Ellie shift in her seat. "I don't think I like where this is going," she mutters.

Gadriel exhales hard through his nose. This time, the spike of pain that follows is enough to make him grimace. "I didn't even know it was a part of the process until it was happening to me," he says. "But if I did... I don't think I'd have joined."

The astonishment is Ellie's voice is tangible. "Do you really mean that?"

"I told you I wouldn't lie, didn't I?"

For a while, Ellie is quiet. "What did they do?" she asks softly.

Gadriel closes his eyes. His thoughts suddenly don't feel like his own. The very thing he's trying to tell her about, it doesn't want him to. It's fighting him. Filling his lungs with stones so he cannot speak, hijacking his thoughts to he cannot remember. But Gadriel refuses it. Pulling his eyes up from his fists, he looks at Ellie's face, takes in her scarlet hair and twinkling eyes. He uses them as anchors. As lifelines. For fifty years he's let this thing stand between him and the one he loves. He'll be damned if he's going to let it happen again.

"We were hypnotised," he says. "Then for days, we were fed these pict-casts and vox-recordings. I don't know what they were, but they had been developed by psycho encoders. They were meant to indoctrinate us, I suppose. I don't really remember much from those weeks, only that it was... unpleasant. I remember my throat being very sore after the end of every session. Like all I'd done the entire time was scream."

"You probably did," Ellie says quietly.

Gadriel doesn't respond to that. He doesn't know how. "After that," he continues, dropping his gaze again. "They let Librarians- psykers- into our minds. Again, I... don't really know what they did. But as I think about it now... It was after I'd had those sessions that my life before the Astartes became difficult to recall."

"Difficult how?"

"As in, it felt like a dream," Gadriel says. "Like a fantasy. You and Mum- you were... figments of my imagination. You weren't real. Nothing that came before my becoming an Astartes was real."

"Until you saw me again," Ellie whispers.

Gadriel feels tears prick his eyes. "Until I saw you again. After that, everything came back with startling clarity."

He musters the courage to look at her again. The expression he finds on her face almost breaks him.

"So..." she whispers. "So you never abandoned me."

It's not a question, so much as a statement. Tears roll down her cheeks again, but there's a smile on her face.

Gritting his teeth against the pain, Gadriel pushes himself off the wall. He crawls up to the bar wall on his knees, collapsing against it as consciousness threatens to leave him once again. Grimacing, he clutches one hand on the hole in his stomach. But the other, finds Ellie's hand. "If I had known I would've been forced to forget you," he rasps. "I'd have never joined the Astartes. I mean that. From the bottom of both my hearts, I mean it."

Ellie chokes on a stifled sob. Bringing his hand to her lips, she kisses his knuckles. "I'm sorry, Gadriel. I'm sorry I doubted you. I never should've. I should've known-"

"You should've known no such thing," Gadriel murmurs. "And you had every right to resent me."

Tears are rolling down his cheeks now, too. Dropping his hand, Ellie sidles up closer, reaches through the bars and gently wipes them away with her thumb. Her skin is rough with callouses- far more so than he ever remembered. But right now, it's the softest, more comforting thing Gadriel has felt in a long time.

"If these bars weren't in the way I would kiss you right now," Ellie says.

Gadriel smiles softly. "You took the words right out of my mouth."

Footsteps outside his cell make both of them turn.

Long shadows creep up the hallway's wall, moving in time with the steps. Gadriel doesn't need to wait, however, to know exactly who they belong to.

"Wakey wakey, space marine!" The voice is gravelly, feminine, and undeniably inhuman. "Someone wants to see you."

The Dark Eldar wyche prowls up the Gadriel's cell door, clad in leather and bone and wielding a spear. She unlocks the door with a click, before dragging it open and slipping inside.

"No," Ellie says, gripping Gadriel's hand.

Gadriel pulls free to cup her cheek. "Let go, Ellie. It's okay."

"No it isn't. It's-"

Through the bars, the wyche slams the butt of her spear into Ellie's face. Gadriel shouts her name, but the word devolves into a cry as the dark eldar kicks him in his wounded side. "Come on now," she purrs. "Cut that out. There'll be plenty of time for screaming later."

Dark spots flash before Gadriel's vision. The agony in his side is so intense, he can barely even draw breath. Grabbing him by the back of his undersuit's collar, the wyche drags him from his cell. The furious, desperate screams of Ellie follows them all the way down the hall.

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I'm sorry to have to do another cliff hanger. The wait for part 6 shouldn't be too long, I promise.

Thanks again for reading, and please let me know what you think of the story so far! Your comments and tags are literally food for my soul ^^

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[nereidof40k]

Ignoring size constraints, what’s the absolutely weirdest thing a crow could possibly be hiding in their feathers?

[ahrianee]

Small reblog to myself because I learned how to put links from one blog to another blog, I feel proud of myself with these small advances that I am making 👉👈✨💕

[⚜️] Welcome to this "family reunion"

{Canon x Oc}

[Roboute Guilliman x Rena Caeruleun]

[Mini Comic]

A family dinner between the primarchs and the emperor, which surprisingly did not go well at all.

Roboute Guilliman thought it was a good idea to bring his fiancée and astropath.

Roboute Guilliman regretted bringing his fiancée. . .

Fulgrim is making eyes at Roboute Guilliman's fiancée

If this is my oc, and I'm a little embarrassed to show her with a colored sketch, talking a little about her, she got engaged at an early age to Roboute, knowing each other from an early age, but in the end they never ended up getting married, although they are still engaged, She is the daughter of a noble family from the Ultramar region, Tarasha liked her at first, compared to the other young girls they had seen, she at least did not look so pretentious and forced.

If you want to know a little more about her, I will gradually upload some drawings of her as well.

I hope you liked it, you know you can reblog, like and follow me if you want to keep seeing my silly drawings ✨💕

[toffee32]

Assorted doodles of Xi-Epsilon 91 and Raznekh the Wanderer (Small redesign for him, and lil cog is the same, just varying sizes of small(?)

[meangreennunseen]

Merry Christmas Brothers and sisters!

Remember if you get drunk, be responsible. Also avoid drinking whatever Space Wolf offers you. They mean well, but it won't feel well even if you are a space marine...

[sefusneezed]

she has been at this for hours

[nereidof40k]

The height difference is stunning. Funny thing is, in RL I would practically do need an Astartes to have much height difference at all. I’m only three inches shorter than the average man in my country.

Ups, I did it again 🫣🐼 I simply can't resist that badass mfer 🦇🖤

@justanothermemestrider I definitely blame you and your writing *shakes fist lovingly*

There is a FULL, uncut version on my bluesky (and it shows EVERYTHING so be careful)... Tumblr flagged it the first time around so you will find the link in the comments. I feel like a criminal now.

After this, I'm going to work on the requests, I promise!

[dont-drink-paint]

I think the Space Wolves would like saunas.

Well, it is Marine Meat Monday, and I figured it was time I put something up for it again!

Packleader Harold Grimfang and his Blood Angel brother Adonael hanging out in the sauna onboard the Hellwinter.

[platinummice]

Well here’s what I was doing at 2am last night

[ahrianee]

[🪻]Lady Arlene

Creator : @meervalv0 (Arlene (Oc))

Here is my second gift, which I dedicate to Meer, I know it sounds very repetitive but seriously thank you very much for all the support I feel so happy here, it's been a long time since I found such a kind fandom.

There's not much more to say, because it would be repeating myself over and over again, but Arlene was very fun to draw, I got several references and saw that the dress changed a little so I used this version. (I'm sorry for Arlene's beautiful lashes, but in my style they get covered 🥲)

I hope you like it. I would have liked to upload both gifts at the same time, but I didn't have the time with work, especially since it was the weekend. But I hope you like it, and thank you very much. You are one of the few people I asked a little about Rena and it made me very happy

You know if you liked it you can leave a like, follow me and a reblog ✨💕

[nereidof40k]

If I was feeling extra mean, I’d tell said Drukhari it’s not the worst pain I’ve ever had, letting slip just enough information to get the Drukhari to kill the person causing my worst pain, lol.

Powerful drukkhari pirate in in a real funk. The things that used to bring them pleasure no longer does it for them. Drugs? Bah. Sex? Yawn. Torture? So last century. Murder? Boooring? All those things at once? Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Everything is just endless monotony and that's the worst kind of torment there is for a drukkhari.

That's when you step in. A recently promoted member of the Inquisition of the Ordo Xenos. And you have been given the task of killing the drukkhari pirate in the name of the God-Emperor.

And for some reason, you just tickle them pink. Like, you are the funniest and most exciting thing that has happened to them in thousands of years. You might hate them with a passion but they are just laying in their bed, kicking their feet with excitement while thinking about how you might try to kill them next.

Loves to banter with you and keeps sending you letters gushing about how fun it is 'playing' with you and how they look forward to next time. You have vowed to kill them as painfully as possible for these continuous insults.

[annasmafroo]

i got this loser a chaos gf (her name is eishet, she might look cool but she's just as pathetic)

[sorormaior]

listen you can’t prove the imperial aquila isnt sang’s mom @general-grey

[nereidof40k]

Because I’m a picky weirdo, here’s a couple possible appearances for Crow Girl.

Thoughts?

[nereidof40k]

This is so sweet. I love it.

Trazyn's Concubine

Listen, if I can write about us being Big E's perpetual consort, there's no reason why I can't write about us being Trazyn's necron spouse.

You both got together while you were still flesh and blood necrontyr. Trazyn was the Chief Archivist and you were a scribe working under him. You both hit it off but because you were so much lower on the social ladder than him, Trazyn could not take you as a consort and had to call you his concubine instead. It wasn't ideal but it was the only choice the two of you had.

Trazyn misremembers much of his past as a necrontyr due to the self-protection protocols he himself put in place. Why did he do this? A large part of it has to do with you.

As Trazyn remembers it, you and him both were forced into the Biotransference that turned you into the soulless necrons you are today but the truth is that Trazyn embraced it. You, on the other hand, were hesitant. But Trazyn persuaded you, urged you to trust him and that he would never let anything bad happen to you. And didn't you want to live an eternal life by the side of your beloved? His altered memories are due to the fact that he couldn't bear with the guilt that he had caused the loss of your soul.

As a necron, you kept your role as a scribe and the status as Trazyn's concubine. Most of it was spent by his side, helping him catalogue his ever-growing collection and listening patiently as he showed them off. Trazyn loved showing off to you, impressing you with his intelligence, tenacity and charm. With your attention, he flourished, head held high and arm linked with yours as he waltzed through the halls of Solemnace.

During the War in Heaven, you were given the important duty of keeping track of any notable changes in the enemy, be it a shift in leadership, troop formations or tactics. For your astute observations and knowledge about the enemy, you were given the title of 'the Insightful'.

When it was time to go into the Great Sleep, you were entombed in the same room as Trazyn. It was meant less as a privilege for you and a given right for him as in necrontyr society, Overlords always had their concubines buried with them when they died. Though now deathless necrons, the practice remained and your tomb was placed beside his.

Trazyn awoke prematurely from the Great Sleep, while you were still asleep. Upon finding that you were still asleep, Trazyn spent a couple of centuries waiting for you to wake up before finally deciding to make better use of his time by expanding his collection. Despite this, Trazyn would regularly return to your side, visiting you as you slept on and telling you all about the new additions to his collection and the places and species he had seen. He longed for the day of your awakening, when he could once again show you his grand collection.