#lorgar aurelian

[soosmain]

Very old doodles...co parenting

Big E with San, Konrad, Lorgar and Horus

Erda with Magnus, Jagh, Vulkan and Russ

And Malc with Lion, Alphom, Mort, Robu, Dorn and Peebo

I reckon the rest may be with Valdor...

[iron-slick]

Big E and his faulty tools

Edit: I was so excited to post this I completely forgot about Mortarion. I am truly no better than the emperor

[artistapreguissosa]

Thank You for being here! 🦁🐍🚧⚡🐺🧱🦇🪽🦾😡🫐🪲👁️🌒📿🌋🪶👬

I Gotta leave for a long while now, can you watch my Primarchs for me while I'm gone?

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•Lion El'Jonson, Primarch of Dark Angels, he probably won't talk to anybody here and he like this One Very specific cup because the way it feels Just Right on his hand, so Vulkan made 45 of those for him

•Fulgrim, Emperor's Children, with his weridly simple silver chalice and normal plate with a normal of eggs and sausage behind his fancy whatever the HECK salad he eats

•Perturabo, Iron Warriors, eating steak with taters and judging Dorn

•Jaghatai Khan, White Scars, he is LATE or finished his food First, who knows? Could be BOTH

•Leman Russ, Space Wolves, with his TOTALLY NOT RAW Nest and mead,

•Rogal Dorn, Imperial Fists, separating The peas by size so that They don't touch the potato salad

•Konrad Curze, Night Lords, eating whatever The HECK Denka told Vulkan he likes to eat, and amazingly It doesn't contain RATS or CRIMINALS This time

•Sanguinius, Blood Angels, he gets slightly nervous when his brothers fight but he'll he fine with his NOT RAW STAKE and SUSPICIOUSLY RED DRINK

•Ferrus Manus, Iron Hands, who like grapes more than wine because its simple and sweet and slightly purple

•Angron, World Eaters, just is so used to Paint that Ghost Peper Capsiasin just makes his tongue and metal teeth slightly tingle

•Roboute Guilliman, Ultramarines, The silver spoon baby Just flabergasted

•Mortarion, Death Guard, who is being GENTLY served his 4 massive plate of "CAN'T HAVE ANY OTHER BROTHER LOOKING LIKE A SKELETON (heavy jamacain accent*) by the Chef

•Magnus The Red, Thousand Sons, who Just wanted to eat in peace

•Horus Lupercal, Luna Wolves/Sons of Horus, and HE KNOWS

•Lorgar, Word Bearers, talking smek

•Vulkan, Salamanders, being perfect.

•Corvus Corax, Raven Guard, happy CANIBALISM

•Alpharius and Omegon, Alpha Legion, bickering about How nobody trusts them with sharp thing

#warhammerfanart #warhammercommunity #primarchs #primarchfanart #warhammermemes

These are 4666x35000 100% digital handrawn original character designs for each Primarch!

Here is each step of this piece!

Byeeeeee!

[memaidraws]

To those who stayed loyal, and to those who have gone astray

prints available at CF 2025!

[pocketaimee]

This is actually how this scene happened.

[gotham-at-nightfall]

Holding Up A Titan

The primarch of the Word Bearers had fallen. His armour, once red and engraved with scripture, was an ashen husk of charred plate. Cracked and weeping skin showed around the patchwork spread of bleeding burns. Not a patch of skin was left untouched. He didn’t rise from his knees. He didn’t lift his head. He did nothing at all. ‘He’s dead.’ Ellas spoke softly. ‘Fire again.’ Delantyr breathed the words. ‘Fire again.’ ‘You bled the core,’ Kei replied. ‘We’re plasma-starved.’ ‘Fire the suppressing tracers. Three bursts.’ Ardentor’s anti-infantry bolters spat their tracer fire at the prone primarch. The first burst chewed glass, spraying fragments everywhere. The second two punched home in the scorched armour, blasting the fallen Emperor’s son onto his back – a vessel of cooked, punctured meat. ‘We just killed a primarch.’ Kei swallowed. ‘We just killed a primarch.’ Delantyr’s grin showed almost every tooth he had. ‘Crush him. Leave them nothing to bury.’ Ardentor walked. Its backwards-jointed legs hammered down on the steaming, downsloping glass, breaking it underfoot as it staggered down into the crater. When it reached the primarch’s body, Ellas raised the right claw-foot, and steered both control levers to slam the limb back down. The Warhound shook, unbalanced with one leg in the air. Great gears in the war machine’s knee and hip protested with rough, mechanical coughs. ‘Get the leg down,’ Delantyr ordered. ‘Finish it.’ Ellas gave the control levers another wrenching shove. ‘Something’s obstructing us.’ Kei lifted his targeting visor again, looking out of the Warhound’s left eye-windshield. He took a slow breath, and glanced back at his princeps. ‘My princeps? The World Eaters in the ruins… They’re cheering.’ The bleeding demigod had torn his way through the ground, giving voice to his resurrection with a bellow nothing short of ursine. Gore sheeted him, painting him in dark, rich red wetness. He threw his axes away, ruined and never to be wielded again, and breathed freedom into his lungs. It smelled of melted glass and felt like sunburn. ‘Lorgar.’ He spat blood as he said the name, rising to his feet at last. The Word Bearer lifted a scalded hand, not for aid, but in warning. Angron had no time to lift his mutilated brother, sprawled at his feet. The sun went dark, as dark as night falling in an instant. He turned, raising his arms, and took a god-machine’s weight on his shoulders. Every muscle in his body locked tighter than the iron trying to crush him. Drool stringed through his metal teeth, skinned knuckles white as he defied the will of a Titan. He gave a bear’s roar as the foot lowered another half-metre. Sinews crackled in his shoulders. His broken boots skidded back on the patch of unglassed rock; something cracked in his spine, something else cracked in his left knee. The compression of his bones sounded like twigs breaking underfoot, which was a vivid burst of imagination he didn’t appreciate. But he could hear his men cheering. He could hear them howling as they killed, and crying his name. He blinked to clear away his sweat’s greasy sting, and dug his boots into the ground. With a smile slitting across his broken-angel face, he shifted his slipping, blood-slick grip on the Titan’s clawed foot, and started pushing back. ‘Lorgar.’ Angron spoke in something that wasn’t quite a growl and wasn’t quite a laugh. ‘Get up. I can’t hold this forever.' ~Betrayer, by Aaron Dembski-Bowden

By Salvador Trakal

[staringintodarkhole]

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[tomatojellyfish]

Baseline sitting on a primarchs shoulder.

Just a visual I would like to share

Like their all 10 feet tall. It could work

This is an optimal vantage point to scout for potential threats - Lion El'Jonson, Corvus Corax, Rogal Dorn, Angron.

LOOK AT MY PARTNER, EVERYONE. WEEP AT THE SIGHT OF THEIR BEAUTY - Horus Lupercal, Leman Russ, Jaghatai Khan, Fulgrim (but internally).

I will/could lose you in a crowd otherwise - Perturabo, Ferrus Manus, Konrad Curze, Mortarion.

Are you sure this is comfortable, my love? - Sanguinius, Vulkan, Magnus the Red, Lorgar Aurelian, Roboute Guilliman, Fulgrim (externally).

Which one of us is better at it, love? - Alpharius and Omegon - OR alternatively you do it like this: