#Warhammer 40k OC

[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 ✨💕

[sorormaior]

Kid Sargent playing with the Ultramarines, please.

They made that bolter extra small for her. also drawing kid sargent gives me an excuse to draw her curls heehoohoo

[nereidof40k]

I was thinking about Sevatar hunting for Alyena, at first I wasn’t sure if he would look up at the ceiling. Then I remembered “oh yes, he’s a bat.”

Which caused a mental image of Jago hanging upside down from the ceiling, looking at Alyena and going “Come here often?” Completely deadpan.

[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(?)

[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!

[sefusneezed]

she has been at this for hours

[ahrianee]

[🌹] Sister "Theia"

Creator : @hatsubara-8chan (Elitheia "Theia" Agni (Oc))

A little gift for Hachii, I really like Theia's design and I already said that I wanted to draw her with Titus, well in this case just her, I hope you like it.

I'm also going to take this opportunity to thank you for the warm welcome you've given me to the Fandom, I feel super excited to continue drawing things about Wh40k .

And well, you know if you liked it you can give it a like, follow me and a reblog always helps me to continue growing. 💕✨

[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.

[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.

[sorormaior]

another request: can i have a Sargent and Peter Turbo painting minis together?

sometimes you must sit and infodump together while painting minis. pert’s having a great time his face just looks like that.

[platinummice]

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

[nereidof40k]

The Thief, AKA Sassy Space Sherlock Sevatar

The crows fluttered around Jago, cawing and pecking at the meat he’d brought them. They knew him by now. The sound of their wings a balm to his aching head.

Watching them, he paused, curious. Feathers lying about was nothing new. But this one was the biggest he had ever seen. Shimmering black, just like the others. But given the size difference it must have come from a crow bigger than half the serfs. He picked it up, turning it over in his hand. Interesting. He would like to see that crow sometime. The beating of its wings must be an incredible sound.

Once his crows were fed, he went looking. Discovering two more of the feathers in the corridors of the Nightfall.

Before he could continue he heard a loud scream from the direction of Curze’s quarters. Pivoting to check on his Primarch instead. Tucking the feathers into his armor.

Curze was cursing up a storm in Nostraman. Jago didn’t even know all those words.

It turned out Konrad was furious because “some cursed little shit who should have been flayed at birth” had nicked his feather cloak. And gotten away with it. Not even the Primarch had been able to catch them. He was currently sneezing because the thief had trapped their escape route with a bag of extremely fragrant and hot spices. Overwhelming Konrad’s keen Primarch senses.

Another mystery for Jago to investigate. He found himself intrigued by the sheer auramite balls something like that would take. And why take a feather cloak? Of all things?

She slowed her breathing, moving slowly and carefully. As silent as possible. Only a few steps more, and she would have her feather cloak back. The Night Haunter had added some length to it, but that was easy to fix.

As she moved back to the hidden door with her prized cloak, she heard the main door creak. Beating her wings for extra speed, she dived through into the maintenance tunnel, flying through to avoid the roaring menace coming after her. She didn’t even falter when she heard the Night Haunter scream after blundering into her spice trap.

Miles away she settled down to preen her cloak, bundling up the extra material as she pulled it off. Adding a few of her own feathers to repair his rough treatment. He was apparently hard on clothes.

Once it was properly restored she threw the cloak on, picking up the bundle of unneeded fabric and feathers in her beak. She would dump it somewhere, it was useless anyway. And dirty.

Returning to his own quarters, Jago blinked. There was a mess of feathers and cloth outside his door. Turning out to be half the cloak. The half Konrad had added to make it fit.

[nereidof40k]

I can’t wait to read it. I love that series.

Got the primal urge to know how the Primarchs would defend their wife if she was in serious danger. Like just imagining them raining hell down in the person/people who meant to do their beloved harm!?! And obliterating them!!?!?!😳

[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...

[annasmafroo]

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

[cjaybrex]

And here is Maximus and his cat Nixie. Just some wholesome 40k stuff