#space marines 40k

[rylanwoodrow]

"Hjarka"

My latest pic of my roommate's rad space marine warrior woman from our Wrath and Glory campaign. Hjarka is a scout from the Thundercats chapter, astartes obsessed with the artistry of war and killing as beautifully as possible.

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[lazywriter-artist]

A lot of funny tags in my space marines shitpost so I bring more based on those-

(1/2/3)

After some crying they got some ice-cream-

[maddyaddy]

The Cors Arawn

The Greymanes, seemingly, are free from the Curse of Wulfen – of the curse upon all who broke faith with Russ Elavagar, the Wolf-King. That is not to say there are no flaws that, biding their time, wormed into the hearts, minds and bodies of these men made gods. In the Cors Arawn, an altogether different, but terrible malediction presents itself. For the Greymanes, who pride themselves as individual, valiant and noble warriors of Al-fodr, it is uniquely terrible. It is the subordination of their will to another’s, and the violation of all they hold to their hearts. 

For this reason, they do their best to extirpate the very idea of the curse from outside sources. To have this written down, they believe, is to give a measure of power to its maleficarum. What lies before you, reader, is what I have gathered and written down at great pains.

The Cors Arawn is variously referred to in scopic verse as the ‘black mark’, ‘the dreams of the Death-King’, or ‘the evil eye’. Whether this is a mental malady, a trauma born of maleficarum, or gene-seed is up in the air. Some will claim it is one thing, others all three, and others still blame others. It is a useless distinction. Those affected inevitably experience the same symptoms, no matter what their previous rank, their former personality, or the apotropaic rituals of the Greymanes. It is inexorable.

Slowly, nobility and notions of honor gives way to the desire to kill. Then, to kill again, again and so on. Heedless of injury, of any death that might await, of any dishonor that might result, the plagued cannon themselves into a fight with wild abandon. They fight without ceasing until they or their supposed enemy is dead. None can deny the brutal courage of the hounds of Arawn. 

To the Greymanes, this battle-madness is horrific. The Cu Arawn do not distinguish between friend and foe, between the enemy and civilians. Anything that crosses their superhuman sight, they will try to kill. They are hollow, and worse still. They are broken tools. 

Utterly and totally so. 

But to kill one so afflicted – it will not stand. So the Greymanes seize them at great cost, bring them to their priests to fetter and bind. New armor is made for them, no longer the honored war-graith. But it is a prison for the hound, for the maleficarum, the foul wycca within the one they called brother. At the press of a button, it will freeze them - prevent them from moving. They are divided from the mass of the chapter, away from the Fyrds – into their own secluded druhts. Only in the direst circumstances do the Greymanes loose the chains of the Cu Arawn. Theirs is the suicide mission, the forlorn hope, the line-breaking, the utter extermination without honor or humanity. In death, it is hoped, they will find some peace or at least, a chance to redeem their stained honors. 

[barrycoganart]

The Wolf's right hand. Before his interment into a blessed shell and becoming a Dreadnaught, Bjorn the Fellhanded was a Battle Brother of the Great Wolf Leman Russ’s space wolves Legion. Here he is in all his glory, armoured up in a mishmash of Battle plate on the wastes of Prospero. Bring the Emperor's wrath to the Thousand Sons legion after breaking the edicts of the Nikaea. Enjoy!

[norseminuteman]

This kind of slaps.

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

What's a space marine

A type of homosexuality marketed at straight men

[yestheantichrist]

I love warhammer 40k fans on here because they’re all like “I LOVE blorbius scrunklius, he’s such a relatable tragic character. The scenes in his book where he talks about how his father failed him always make me so emotional. He’s my sweet little babygirl and I would protect him with my life.” And then I look up blorbius scrunklius or whatever and his canon artwork looks like

[prokopetz]

"Yeah, no, you do need high testosterone for geneseed implantation to take, but the geneseed doesn't care where the T comes from. Actually, loyalist chapters tend to preferentially select candidates with XX karotypes because the redundant X chromosome confers greater resistance to Chaos mutations, so statistically most Space Marines are transmasc. What? Of course it's canon – would I lie to you?"

[not-alpharious]

I really hope that when Space Marine II comes out they let you choose Titus’ pronouns just to fuck with this guy specifically

[vvictuss]

after reading the Ultramarines content in the Horus Heresy, i actually love them so much. they’re adorable little idiots. so here’s a messy comic

[robot-roadtrip-rants]

Man is about to break into tears here. He's been waiting a hundred years to hear that.

[shellswritesstuff]

wonderful photomode selfies from user @ fabino on tiktok. (Link)

Genuine happiness in these photos 😭💓 rip getting his phone taken away at the end....

[lazywriter-artist]

Space marines with primordial pouches and thick body hair to help protect them in battle

That is all good night

[mistresssheo]

Me, when I played Space Marine 2 for the first time.

Titus: Come, we must purge the planets from Xenos and Traitors!

[alternativeminiatures]

Source @Chumiicham

[wh40kartwork]

Traitor Legions

by Mick19988