Space Marine Oc - Tumblr Posts

"Thicker than Water"

also Maggie's Big Fat Cat

Aight so I think I'm done with the comic-book style inking. I need more anatomy practice before I can make it look good, so yall likely won't see that style for a bit. It was a fun experiment though and I had a great time, so enjoy some early Tertius and Maggie.

LORE DUMP - CANON DIVERGENT

Magdelene is biologically a Blood Angel, but being raised on a chaos world, has never had access to all the rituals and technology that keeps the Blood Angels sane and effectively pure. The only reason she even looks human is due to diligent gene therapy and invasive surgeries. Tertius himself suffered during her gestation and her creation nearly killed him; the resulting product was nothing shy of a monster. However, one of Tertius' first bonding moments with her is the realization that she never had a chance to be anything else. He understood the torment she endured, the abusive overstimulation and the endless experiments. He knew how it felt to spend lifetimes as a living record of how far humanity's limits could be pushed. He'd spent nearly 1000 years walking the line between madness and apotheosis and couldn't bring himself to throw away the closest thing to a kindred spirit he would ever encounter. So, he began to introduce her to Blood Angel culture and heritage, beginning with pure blood offered freely.

Also, Maggie has a really grouchy cat named Princess, affectionately referred to as "The Guard Grimalkin." He is the size of a toddler.

Ho hum enjoy some black rage shenanigans

20 min bedtime scribble of Tertius attempting to raise his weird clone child

This guy is probably one of my favorite OCs of 2023. @acapriciouscandleghost had me make a Space Marine based off of Kurt Cobain for my homebrew Warhhamer TTRPG, and now we have Qurtas Cobanus, last of the Lamenters and Himbo Supreme. I didn't initially use any references for him, but I think I did a good job translating Dear Mister Cobain to the 41st Millenium

A Minotaur OC to torment poor Qurtas.

This is Argus Thermopolii and he serves as a bodyguard to the Inquisitors Ethel and Anastasia Androkhov. He fought in the Badab War and nearly lost his life when Qurtas nearly gave in to the Black Rage protecting his brothers. In the present day campaign, Argus arrests Qurtas for inquisition and has a little too much fun getting his vengeance

The Last Lamenter and his lil French Fry (the scout needs a name pls help)

The Black Rage by Me

New Qurtas PfP and he looks fuckin ETHEREAL I love this man

Sometimes it works, too! This little rascal is quite the harlot

post your astarteskeeping takes that will have you like this

I'll go first: I don't think it's possible to ethically keep thousand sons as pets. I know they're popular for their beauty and intense hobbies but their social needs are incredibly complex and hard to meet even for professional keepers, not to mention the psychic aspect

My first OC: an immortal shape shifting dragon Time Lord angel/demon creature with two hearts

My middle OC: A bitch, not like other girls, SHE HAS TO BE REALISTIC (mean). Plays music.

My second to last OC: Tortured™ Man©

My current OC: an immortal Tortured™ vampire super soldier that plays music and sounds like Sleep Token, a bitch, not like other girls, Angel/Demon creature that has been known to time travel, Man© with two hearts

Go back to your roots kids

Ajax's bird and her ugly ass groom

Been really burnt out, so please enjoy some sketches. These are Angel's Owls, also called Butcher Birds, Blood Owls, or White Death, usually referring to the females

Our mechanic rolled a NATURAL 100 to rizz the Minotaur in our Warhammer TTRPG and now the poor doofus is smitten. What started as a throwaway psychopath to harass the Lamenter is now a member of the crew with a backstory and a neurodivergency

Since I've been dead, here's some Tert scribbles I've done! Yes, shortly into going renegade (post devastation of Baal), Tertius joins the Guard under the resume of an Ogryn Ex-Model because who is going to correct him? Why in Holy Terra would a space marine join the guard? BONUS: Inner child and the Triad Lamplighter

How it started vs How its Going

He gets younger every time I draw him

Not gonna finish this, but here's another Argus

"Witness": Part 1 - Body Worship, an Oath of Moment, Ceremonial Breaking of the Jaw, Regret Regret Regret Regret Regret Regret Regret Regret Please He Didn't Know

____________________________

Everyone in the party got a wish from the Triad Lamplighter, but not everyone was there to watch the moments between making the wish and the wish coming true. Part two to come!

EDIT: AI images happily stolen from the most obnoxious dudebros I could find, also they fill me with extra horror

"I did it!" Brighid cried, breathless as she presented a horned, porcelain seashell painted with stripes of mauve and deepest pink. After seeing the pearls Argus had idly gathered from the seabed to occupy himself, Brighid had made up her mind to bring an ocean trinket of her own to the surface.

She had marched into the surf, only to realize--in her peculiar way--that she no longer possessed the watertight circuitry and plasteel certainty of a service android. She had let out an involuntary yelp the instant the water was deep enough for her feet to leave the sandy floor and her corporeal instincts urged her to swim. Argus had watched her eyes go wide as shock turned to panic, and panic turned to gridlock. The waves knocked her off balance and she floundered, sputtering and gasping like...well...a human woman who had spent the last 40,000 years in the body of a machine.

Argus was there in seconds, grasping her beneath the arms and lifting her head above the water in one effortless motion.

She gasped for a moment, clinging to his massive hands like a wet sheet, before she collected herself.

"I'm fine," she had said, scraping chunks of curly red hair away from her eyes. "I just have to try again."

Argus remained silent as, over the next hour, she reacquainted herself with the water.

"I want to try diving," she declared, looking up towards where Argus stood in the surf a few feet away. "Will you show me?"

"This isn't the best location," Argus replied slowly.

"Where did you find those pearls?" she gestured with her head to the tiny pile on the beach behind.

"There's a small reef by those stones," said the Space Marine. "Can you swim that far?"

Brighid squinted at a ridge of mossy grey rock nearly 500 feet away, the bridge of her nose crinkling in consideration.

"I think so," she declared, planting her hands on her hips.

Argus pursed his lips incredulously, warping the scars at the corner of his mouth.

"I will be close by," he said, knowing that she would attempt the feat no matter what his opinion on the matter was.

"I know," she said, grinning, and held out her hand.

Sparkling beads of seawater fell from her pale fingertips like drops of starlight, and as Argus reached out, he suddenly found himself following the curve of her arm to her freckled shoulder. The beginning stages of a sunburn was beginning to pinken her arms, back and cheeks. His stare lingered, taking in the way that the water and the sunlight turned the ripples of her hair into spun copper, like sheets of fine chainmail set alight. Her eyes, creased in a smile, were cut from the ocean itself and set into the alabaster mask of her face the way a silversmith would present a masterpiece.

The sleeveless white tank she wore clung to her skin, and Argus found himself transfixed by every delicate curve made by her body. She had always looked like a doll to him--something fragile that he needed to protect lest she shatter on a stone floor Argus hadn't been aware of.

Now, she appeared as something softer than that, something more like a snowflake or the new petals of a rose. A soap bubble cast in the shape of a woman, the whisper of daylight on linen sheets.

Suddenly, the gap between subspecies had never seemed wider, and Argus felt every bit like the brutal, ugly, rough creature that he was made to be.

-O-

More 40kRenegade content, featuring Argus and Brighid, an OC by @icantbelieveitsnotwormstm and I cannot stop drawing these two morons they don't even know they're in love

40kRenegade! I love my players sm

Argus and Brighid outfit concept, Meeserable Wet Argus and Dara trying to be a good Apothecary, Aster Isk the resident Psyker and Shitlord Supreme, and Dara with my attempt at Art School(TM) lighting

I loved this scene, so I sketched it with 40kRenegade

Okay okay okay I know the lore isn't conducive to Space Marine kids but HEAR ME OUT

Brighid/Argus Kids!!! Look at their little faces!

Murphey - she/her - 6'8" - Body image issues. Daddy's girl. Legendary with thunder hammers. Hannes - he/they - 7'4" - Looks like his grandfather. Catty, but will put a bolter in your ex's mouth and post the terrified look in their eyes on Instagramicus. Caspian - he/him - 7'6" (later) - Extremely huggable jock that always has some batshit stuff going on. Regularly goes viral for authentic selfies beside Alpha Legionnaires. Drinks gasoline at parties for the meme.

@icantbelieveitsnotwormstm