#halodiver 40k

What could possibly go wrong?

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They do this every few hours— poor spartan

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He’s strong—

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Fellas, is it gay to wanna make out with a 7ft tall brick wall of a man— for democracy ofc!

Lazy yapping abt lore below the cut 🫶🫶🫶

(I know you probably get asks like this all the time, so sorry if I'm just clogging your askbox)

Nonono!!! Not clogging my ask at all anon!!!! I am a humble beggar when it comes to asks but that may be bc I get in my own head about answering them-

I’m glad you like them so much hehe!!!! I adore when people enjoy my art eee X3!!!

To answer your question, I had not given them names aside from Helldiver, Spartan, and space marine tbf X), but I do like your suggestions a lot!!!

One Greg H. Dyver and a very tired John haylo with the (self assigned title far as the boys can tell-) venerable battle brother James celestial

The boys input as well ofc

Give em an inch and he takes a leap of faith—

My Spartan and his Giant boyfriend :)

Aliens with hooves…that’s about it I just think they’re neat…friendship across the galaxy

Some more random doodles trying to figure out the sanghili

I’m reaaallly bad at action poses and couldn’t find a reference for it but I tried doodling my Halodivers 40k space marine fighting the Spartan’s alien boyfriend—

They say thank you! Mostly-

Unconventional Company

Warhammer/Helldivers/Halo crossover + writing warmup

Slowly Night clutched its wispy black tendrils around the planet and travel became difficult, forcing the Trio of trained soldiers to set up camp for the night. Seated around the fire the Space Marine would reach back into his satchel, digging out a large book as he leaned back some.

His voice, cutting through the settling air, rumbled the question “So pray tell guardsman, have you all finished your prayers? I hadn’t seen even a single one before battle…” He questioned, strangely nonchalant for how confused the other two were left. The other armored figures glanced to each other with small shrugs.

“prayers?” The spartan echoed, he had heard of a variety of religions back home and on various planets but with the mystery shrouding this giant already he really hadn’t taken the ‘marine’ to be much of a religious man. The Helldiver didn’t seem to be a fan of this topic however as he crossed his arms, leaning back with an aura of disapproval. He didn’t really trust this brick wall much already. Was too big of a guy. Never took off his armor…maybe he was an automaton. These prayers sounded very UN-democratic. Hmph.

Though their confusion deepened as the marine looked appalled, gently digging out an almost rosary like item with a large double headed eagle attached “ahah…yes?— your prayers to the God Emperor?” He pressed, the duo again glancing to one another.

“Doesn’t sound very democratic-“ growled the Helldiver as the marine gave off a sudden menacing aura. The spartan swiftly clapped the back of the helldiver’s helmet with his armored hand, clearing his throat to try and recover the situation, “Right! Right!! our prayers! How could we forget!?” He’d swiftly nod with growing anxiety as the Helldiver grumbled in complaint over being hit. The spartan wasn’t about to be ripped in two by this muscle man freak in super armor because the quack Helldivers like this one couldn’t see the writing on the wall.

“How indeed.” Snorted the armor clad wall of a man before allowing his original aggression, hesitantly, to fall away. “But it is only natural when fighting for the God Emperor.” He nodded matter of factly.

“For Liberty ya mean.” grumbled the Helldiver, receiving another smack to the helmet as the spartan cleared his throat once more “RIGHT! Yes! Perhaps you should lead us through one? We are a bit rusty—“

He gulped, worried of the marines reaction, hoping this would smooth it over. Even still he braced for the worst until— the marine seemed to light up? “Of course! I always am ready to show guardsmen new prayers for our God Emperor!” His deep voice bellowed as he would readjust to be closer to the two.

Despite the Helldiver disliking the idea the spartan forced ‘convinced’ him to go along with it, if only to just please this ‘Space Marine’ into not crushing them under his boot— and he had to admit, it was kind of endearing the joy the marine displayed as he traced over the strange words within his book, explaining these ‘prayers’ he picked out for them and how to say them.

…Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad?

Lovely dividers by @squishyowl (Imperial) and myself :) (Helldiver)

Yapping below the cut