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quasitsqueeries · 1 year

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Gender and Warhammer 40,000

Look I’m sorry. It’s been a long time since I’ve played 40K but I still find the setting really interesting and also I have *opinions* (also I’m thinking it could be fun to play some Dark Heresy).

Dudes who play 40K love to point out that there can’t be any space marine women (they say female space marines) because of how you can only have like eight livers and two hearts if you’ve got XY chromosomes or something. Anyway it’s really difficult reading about this stuff because every post about it has this energy.

So why aren’t there space marine women? There were, back in 1st edition, this post from Bell of Lost Souls includes two models that were released of space marine women and talks about how retailers asked GW to stop sending them because they couldn’t sell them to their players, who in the 80′s were mostly men. As far as I can tell the stuff about only men being able to survive the space marine making process because of some chromosome rubbish was just post-facto justification for discontinuing those models.

Which is a shame because there’s a better justification. Someone on Twitter was pointing out that they’re basically children kidnapped by the Fascist empire and turned into supersoldiers. Of course the Catholic Fascist space Empire isn’t making space marine women. I think it’s pretty clear that the space marines were initially intended as a pastiche of Thatcherite militarism, just like Judge Dredd. In the Rogue Trader they’re depicted as thuggish, inhuman instruments of the state.

I also feel like there’s something about English boys’ public schools going on here. I’m not from the UK so I’m not sure I can quite make sense of it but there was a decision made to have the punk hive-ganger’s butt be really prominent in the image.

There aren’t women space marines for the same reason there weren’t women in the Sturmabteilung. Military organisations in Fascist states serve a double purpose, they don’t just fight, they also serve as propaganda. It’s clear from most 40K imagery and fiction that the image of the space marine is meant to communicate the strength of the Imperium. Imperial propaganda calls the Imperial Guard “the anvil” and the Adeptus Astartes “the hammer” in an empire that seems fixated on hammers, in a game that is largely about hammers (it’s called Warhammer).

But here’s the interesting bit, the image of the space marine *also* communicates the Imperium’s ideas about the role of men. The figure of the space marine represents the glorification of toxic masculinity, not just because it depicts men as warriors and protectors who are inherently violent, but also because these are men who are utterly disposable and who’s subjectivity and individualism have been completely erased for the sole purpose of making war. The primary role of a space marine apothecary isn’t to heal wounded marines, it’s to ensure that their gene-seed is harvested at the point of death so they can make more marines. It doesn’t matter that space marines die, only that hyper-masculine bodies can continue to make war.

I can imagine some Imperial Guard recruitment poster with a picture of a space marine saying “They put their bodies on the line to protect the Imperium, and you should too! Join the Imperial Guard!”

But, if we’re going to talk about what ideas the Imperium wants to engender about women, we need to talk about everyone’s favourite nuns with guns.

Okay that image probably doesn’t communicate what I’m trying to say but I had to include it, here’s Saint Celestine.

So the Adepta Sororitas, actualy first here’s a Reddit post with an extract from a Rogue Trader scenario including a chapter of space marine women called The Little Sisters of Purification (you know they’re carrying a lot of flamers). This is interesting because while Astartes are technically supposed to be monastic, their imagery (with the exception of the Dark Angels, and in that case the major theme is HERESY) rarely leans on that aspect. From the start, the Imperium’s women warriors have been explicitly coded as nuns.

The themes that come through with the sisters of battle are things like purity, innocence, piety, faith, martyrdom. They have a propaganda role, like the space marines do, but it’s a different message. While the Astartes’ singular military role communicates the idea that men are only good for violence, the Sororitas fill a bunch of different roles, the order hospitaller provides medical aid to Imperial citizens, the order dialogous are diplomats, and the order famulous are scholars. This communicates that the role of women in Imperial society is more diverse, and less dispensable, an idea that’s probably reinforced by the various orders’ integration into Imperial society. Sisters would be a much more familiar sight to Imperial citizens than marines, who are largely aloof on their fortress-monasteries. It’s likely that most Imperial citizens would be much more shocked by the idea of the nurse-nun they go to see every few months being killed than some armoured super-human with no personality other than anger who they’ve never met.

And that’s where the idea of martyrdom comes in. Toxic masculinity says that women must be protected, by men, because they’re not dispensable in the way men are. The Emperor, in all his masculine wisdom, will not countenance women to be killed in his grimdark future of only war, so Sisters of Battle aren’t killed, they’re martyred, and often when they are He brings them back in the form of living saints (See Saint Celestine, above). There are no resurrected space marines because the Imperium treats men’s bodies as expendable, and women’s bodies as sacred.

And then there’s the whole purity and innocence thing. Sosoritas are obedient to the one man in their life (Him on the Golden Throne). They take vows of chastity, they spend most of their time in prayer, they’re probably the faction in the game with the most number of abilities based around faith, piety and purity (I didn’t count or anything, but I think it’s a safe assumption). They play a propaganda role to demonstrate to Imperial citizens what a woman should be like, and also how men should enlist to protect them.

So when I see people modding their space marine armies to include women space marines I end up in two minds. On the one hand it makes me happy because it’s clear that it’s going to upset guys who are invested in the idea that women are inherently weak, but at the same time I worry that they’ve missed the bit where this is a sexist Fascist Empire and maybe they’re thinking the space marines are the good guys.

On the other hand, often when this topic comes up, people mention that the records of two of the 20 primarchs are expunged from all records. I kind of like the idea that while the Imperium still keeps records of the traitor primarchs, it’s the idea that there were two women primarchs that’s so horrific to the Imperium’s scribes that they had to destroy all records of them.

#space marines #sister of battle #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #adeptus astartes #adeptus sororitas

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chemos-factories · 2 months

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Who wants to know about my rogue trader crpg character? Everyone? Excellent

Sennaca is the spare child of a spare child of a noble house, and being pushed into becoming Lord Captain von Valancius is the most responsibility he’s ever had, and the most danger he’s ever been in. He puts on a brave face, but there’s terror in his eyes sometimes.

He’s been involved, willingly or not, in court politics for as long as he can remember, and much prefers talking to combat. Every conversation with people above a certain social class is a game of chess to him. If he must fight, he’d rather set himself up in a little sniper hole and let Abelard and Marazhai tie everyone up in melee. Staunch Iconoclast, firmly of the opinion that happy citizens leads to a smaller chance of his head ending up on a pike, and stubborn in that he will certainly hear out your suggestions on how to proceed! But he’s going to ignore them.

In-game, he’s romancing Marazhai; in my heart he’s also with Abelard. And Calligos. And Nocturne of Oblivion. He’s somewhere on the aromantic spectrum, Abelard is the relationship that’s probably closest to actual romance for him. Marazhai and Nocturne of Oblivion are closer to friends-with-benefits, and Calligos is being strung along as an unwitting sugar daddy (Sennaca likes his dick and his resources and not much else, but Calligos is very receptive to the Sweet Helpless Ingenue In Over His Head act).

After escaping Commorragh, Sennaca went into a catatonic state for about a year, not doing much besides staring off at nothing while his mind finally processed everything he’d been through once he didn’t have to be in survival mode. Abelard stripped the von Valancius palace down to a skeleton crew and forbade visitors, claiming a need to quarantine in case of any xenos diseases, and spent the year looking after Sennaca himself.

If he were to fall to chaos, he would go Slaaneshi. Partially because I’m contractually obligated, but also because yes. Of course he wants excess. He wants an excess of excess, for nobody in his protectorate to ever want for anything, for everyone to have the same opportunities for leisure he’s had!

Smaller facts:

- He has auburn hair, a little more on the red side, that goes all the way down to his mid-thigh. Most of the time he wears it in a chignon to keep it out of the way

- He has grey eyes

- He’s 5’9 barefoot, 6’ in his favourite boots

- I like to think that post-game, he marries Abelard and has four children (on paper, they’re all Abelard’s, but…)

- Transgender. 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

- Rose and fox symbolism for this boy, I think. Pretty enough to make you forget that he has thorns or is clever enough to run laps around you

#rogue trader crpg #von valancius

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rollofleaf · 3 months

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7 Snippets 7 People

Tagged by @cassynite ! Thank you for thinking of me, it’s good motivation to try and push myself to write more. Sorry it took me a few days to get to.

Tagging @arendaes , @iwoszareba , @bearvanhelsing , and @silversiren1101 !

Snippets are from various things I’m working on, I did a different character for each.

1. (Slight nsfw)

Marazhai lounged on his bed with all the smugness of a content cat, completely unashamed in his nakedness. He still proudly bore bleeding scratches along his chest and bruises on his thigh. Heinrix, on the other hand, was hurriedly donning his clothes, desperately avoiding the mildly amused gaze of the Rogue Trader that had interrupted his heresy.

Arethousa strode up to the psyker and grabbed him by the ear, pulling him close despite his gasp of protest. “Now, Inquisitor. If you ever see fit to question the bond I share with Yrliet again, I will be forced to remind you of what I just witnessed. Perhaps that will stop you from criticizing a Rogue Trader in public?”

He winced. Still, it was a fair request considering his shame. “Y-yes, Lord Captain.”

Arethousa released him with a grin. “Good boy. Or is that the xenos's line?” She promptly turned and walked out the door, in need of some soap to scrub the sight from her eyes.

Grace groaned, furiously rubbing her temples as she pulled herself to her feet. She had slept through the night after her kidnapper’s ship crashed on the beach. And… Her mind was still a blank, impenetrable fog. Some part of her had expected her memories to return after escaping the illithids, but such hopes were dashed. She looked around. This place was wholly unfamiliar, though just about nothing was familiar to her. But she was near the ocean, at least.

Grace walked over to a small tide pool, staring into the water to get a good look at her unknown face. She was a tiefling, she knew that instinctively. Deep red skin, straight horns, short purple hair. She was pretty, all things considered. And her cheeks were stained with blood. Sweet, delicious blood. Enough to lick up, yet she wanted more, wanted enough to bathe in. She was hypnotized by the sight until her reflection began to move on its own and speak in a voice not her own.

“Oh, good, you’re alive! How are you feeling, love?”

“You… You speak true. I am terrified… Will I learn to love you only after I kill you? To struggle so long to regain that joy, only to cast it aside in the process like the petals of a dandelion… But… I would rather love again and mourn you. I must do this. I must trust that this will lift the curse and pursue it. What else can I do?”

You can let me save you. The words hung on Ethyn’s lips, begging to be free. But they would mean nothing to her. She could only act for Nyrissa, not placate her with promises. She simply gazed up at the beautiful nymph that had crushed her heart. “If you’re so resolved, then do it. End me.”

Nyrissa raised the knife. Her tears fell on Ethyn’s innocent skin, blossoming into roses as they touched her. She plunged the knife down, into the bedsheets. She couldn’t do it. Even in a dream, she couldn’t force herself to finish Ethyn off. With a furious groan, she tossed the knife aside and rolled onto her back. “I… I cannot.” She laughed out. “A spider with sympathy for what’s caught in her web. And I cannot even feel sympathy… I do not love you. I cannot love you or anyone! So why do I feel this way? Why do you haunt my dreams, make my hands tremble, why do I trust you in this way? Why does that accursed word still hold sway over me?!”

Hilde roared as she brought her axe up, bringing it down with enough force to decapitate the succubus. Arueshalae darted in front of the demon, barely managing to parry Hilde's swing with her starknife. The succubus's hands were trembling, her eyes squeezed shut as she shook violently. "S-stop. S-stop it!" She shook her head as she settled into a fighting stance, leveling her bow at Hilde. Arueshalae was fighting desperately against the control, her eyes pleading and desperate as they stared into Hilde's.

The other succubus let out a pompous laugh as she darted back and away from the melee. "Oh, darling! You want to be a stupid little mortal, so you'll be controlled like one..." Arueshalae flinched and loosed her arrow, crying out in terror and worry as it nicked Hilde's shoulder.

Hilde looked right past her friend, glaring at the succubus controlling her. "You're going to suffer for that. Arueshalae, don't worry. I know it's not you that's hurting me."

There was a distinct skip in the elf’s step as she strode through the thick trees of the lands known as the Hinterlands. A terrible name, this land was anything but hinter! It was beautiful, nearly unspoiled, a treasure trove of unique life and people that Noriaralyn had spent nearly two weeks exploring with relish. What she did not expect to see or hear in her wanderings was the sound of crying. The elf’s long ears perked and flicked as she stopped still to pinpoint the source. Some nearby bushes… She walked over as the wailing grew louder, carefully tugging aside the leaves as the crying suddenly halted. The kaldorei found herself staring into the eyes of an infant, a baby dwarf. Pudgy fingers reached out curiously at the deep purple skin and bright green hair of the face staring into hers as Nori reached out to gingerly pick up the baby.

“Aww… Hello, little one… Why are you here all alone? Where are your parents?" The infant's wails quieted as Nori lifted her out of the bush, brushing some stray leaves off of her.

Ssathera's vision slowly returned. Faded sunlight dappled the surface of the water above her, in her escape she must have thrown herself into the icy river. The ghouls hissed and growled at the water's edge, peering through the murky depths but unwilling to venture in. She let herself sink deeper to hide from them, the naga's gills happy to breathe water oncemore. Still, the chill only made the pain of her myriad bleeding scratches that much worse. Her scales had been torn away where the abomination's hook had landed, and her blue blood seeped into the water.

She felt fear far more chilling than the frigid depths rise in her breast, a tremble in her tail and fins. She should go back. She had sworn to fight and die with her kin and the blood elves. Her sisters, her allies, her friends. But how many had been cut down? She was one siren, what could she do? No, she had to go back, she couldn’t run! Her tail began to beat, propelling her through the water. Away from the battle. Try as she might, she could not fight her cowardice.

The drow’s gaze flitted between Shadowheart and the imposing form of the Nightsong. The two shared unspoken words and Taliira turned to focus on Shadowheart. “I think you should do as your heart tells you to.”

Shadowheart scoffed. “Come now. You must have thoughts on this, -Selunite-.” She spat out the word with all the contempt she could muster. Her hand trembled. She needed Taliira to try to sway her, to fight her and give her the resolve to do what Lady Shar commanded. She needed the drow to prove her doubts right, to prove that she was just a lapdog for Selune that would try to turn her from her faith. If she wasn’t, then she didn’t know what to do with the doubt that swelled in her. If the doubt wasn’t subterfuge from Taliira, where did it come from?

#tag game #rogue trader #pathfinder wrath of the righteous #pathfinder kingmaker #baldurs gate 3 #world of warcraft #tried to include some of my ocs I write about less nowadays

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wooboomoomoo · 1 year

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SELF INSERT LINE UP!!

Because we all know how much I love line ups!! From left to right: Syntax, Florence, Ambrose, Regna, DDR (Danny), Pyramus (and Thisbe!).

These are all of the inserts/sonas I've really ever made, I technically don't really use Syntax or Florence (still love you guys!). I'll post their separate portraits and some info below the cut!

(also click for better quality! This bad boy is crunchy)

Syntax: My first real insert, Syntax is my M.ario character!! He's the king of the Toy Time galaxy and is a glorified Gearmo. Very cocky and stubborn, but once he has his eyes set on a goal there's no stopping him! He can walk on spikes but can't go in water (he's a robot, and is very dramatic about it.)

Florence: She's my D.anganronpa character! I use her kinda more as an oc than a proper insert nowadays, but I still love her. Her ultimate has bounced around a bit, something along the lines of Historian and Journalist. Florence is a survivor of the first game, and is that class's transfer student (she's from Boston).

Ambrose: Ambrose is another character where they double as a sona. She's a character in Ruby Rogue, my classic lit heist story that I totally didn't forget about. He's pretty much a vampire assassin, also from Boston, in the fictional decade of 1970.

Regna: Regna's my D.ragon Ball insert, and probably the one I post most about. He's part of a trio of bounty hunters/ black market traders in Hell (mostly contraband technology and stuff like that), but while alive he was the king of a planet. Regna is a master with technology. Do not let him near a microwave.

DDR/Danny: Yes he is named after the arcade machine. Transgender swag. Danny is a ghost in the G.uilty Gear universe. Basically he got electrocuted to death during that whole Y2K thing and was stuck as a ghost. He's also a bounty hunter current day who is both great at his job and an absolute clutz. He can summon missiles.

Pyramus (and Thisbe!): My newest insert, Pyramus is a demon hunter in the D.evil May Cry universe! His devil art weapon thing is a cloak in his back houses the former lioness demon Thisbe, as well as a giant hammer. He became a demon hunter after his mom got turned into a demon flower monster thing. Someone should get him a therapist, but coffee helps in the meantime.

#gay people real #sorry for the random censoring #this was wicked fun!!#id do a matching set of their respective f/os but one: half of them suck to draw two: i am shy and three: im lazy #syntax #florence clearwater #ambrose #regna #danny #pyramus #my art #my ocs #no id #eyestrain #<- just in case!!

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midaskey · 4 months

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Tell us about your Rogue Trader! She looks badass.

Hoooo booy, I'm not a WH40K expert, but here we go!

Her name is Rainer, which is more of an alias from the early days in Schola Progenium, practically no one remembers her original name, not even herself lol. She was picked from the streets and mindwiped and was told that her parents are heroes or smth and how she'd follow in their footsteps, but the point is the mind forgets, but the body remembers - her skills and temper, gained in the slums died hard, like really hard. Her character is pretty much summarised as bratty hooligan, who learned to hide her emotions too damn well. And boy oh boy she doesn't even realise how much of a suppressed monster she is even without the warp influence. It's hard for me to summarise her character in a few words, but I do enjoy making ambiguous characters, but I'll say she's not without some pangs of conscience here and there.

Rainer's in-game portrait that I posted is basically her look post-Act III with white streaks in her hair and Glasgow grin of course. And on official events she styles her hair in halo braid.

#thank you anon!#i don't have much on her honestly #but i tried to summarise it how i see her on the outside #but inside she's a mess really #i had fun! esp since i needed something to distract myself during replacing my SSD with a new one and getting my windows to work again :'D #oc Rainer #honestly i didn't much written any characters besides my OCs from my own works for a while now #and im sorry if it's messy C“;#everyone is a monster figuratively or literally in wh40k anyway so it's not really out of mood(TM)

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flying-ryan · 10 months

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“They’re yours now.”

“The fuck are ye on about then.” Blake Ryan spat on the floor between them, anything to illustrate his distaste with the entire space station and every form of life on it.

“They?” Isaac’s smooth voice had a way of radiating confidence and control. The man could raise an eyebrow for a breakthrough interrogation. Blake Ryan found it as irritating as it was comforting in times like these.

“They’re a feudal community, these traders.” The Controller was a human. Old enough to have been born on Earth but like so many of them had become Spacers at heart. Isaac respected that, listening intently to the man’s half-slurred speech. “Too simple for contracts or estates. The property of any Sury adult is transferred to their slayer. This includes all of the properties and goods owned by the decedent. Traditionally, Sury people don’t die so far in the black. More questions than answers, really. But their customs follow.” The grizzled old man huffed a breath, shrugging and breaking his spiel to push a datapad toward the rogue Captain. Issac swiped a crisp signature, eager to be onto the next adventure, or at least out of range of his pilot and oldest friend’s endless scowling.

“You’d have a hell of a time getting your hands on anything of his back home but the boat and everything on it are legally yours now,” the Controller grunted, turning his back to attend the few other so-called customers shoved inside of the too-tiny shop.

“The fuck’see even sayin’ then,” Ryan complained, falling into automatic step just to the right of his old friend.

“I believe we’ve inherited some slaves,” Isaac replied far too cheerfully to make any sense to the pilot’s tired and far too sober mind.

“You don’t have to worry.”

Ryan rolled his eyes in the three seconds before crossing the threshold beyond the door of the smuggler’s ship’s cargo bay. He’d mostly wanted to know if there was anything he might want to keep but wasn’t prepared for what he’d see.

“We’re not military,” Isaac assured the shaking civilians as the pilot’s shrewd blue eyes scanned them. “Not anymore. We freelance now. And we’ve no need or desire for slave labor.”

There weren’t many. Two adult men, three adult women, one teenaged boy and one teenaged girl. If nothing else, something in his bones told him they’d been subjected to and/or terrible things. The pilot’s eyes fell to the way the young boy and young girl were holding hands.

“I got a certificate that says you’re property but you’re nobody’s property,” Isaac told them with the good-guy vibe that only he could genuinely muster. “Now on you’re free to do as you please. As you’re able. Go where you like. Do what you like.”

“But we will be sellin’ this piece of shit,” Ryan called out from behind the Captain, dramatically kicking at the twisted, rusting beams of the ancient smuggling ship’s hull. He wasn’t looking any more but he didn’t need to look to still see the curves of the boy’s bare shoulders, the angle of his sharp collar bones dipping into the golden chain around his pretty neck. The dark curls that hid his dark eyes. The pilot’s frustration was increasingly apparent.

“-so we’ll give you a couple of days to get your stuff together,” Isaac offered with open palms and a warm smile. “We’ll stay in port-”

“But on our ship,” Ryan cut in again, blue eyes staring hard into the pretty, golden boy and cock already straining in his trousers. It had been way too fucking long.

“But on our ship,” Isaac agreed easily. He could feel his boots sticking to something on the smuggler’s floor. He didn’t want to think of what. “If you’re willing to work, you’re welcome to stay. But we’re just as happy to drop you somewhere on our way out. You’ll find us on the Highland, civilian frigate docked in Bay Four. ETD 48 hours.”

The pilot ripped his shirt off before he’d even crashed into his bed and had his cock in his hands before he had a chance to close his eyes. Fuck, he cursed. Himself. The gods. The universe.

Everything was so pent up and he hadn’t even noticed but the sight of the slave boy and his pretty, slim hands had Ryan thinking about those painted nails wrapped around his swollen dick. The thought made him groan so loud he shoved a corner of his tshirt into his mouth to shut himself up. His aching dick throbbed in his hands and a shining drop of precum beaded at his tip. He groaned again, through muffled fabric this time, as he squeezed and stroked a clear glob that rolled off his thick purple head to get caught in the fuzz of his belly.

He thought of the boy’s pretty mouth licking up the mess. He thought of licking the taste of his own precum off the boy’s tongue. Using that tongue to work him open and cumming so deep he might as well be trying to get the pretty boy pregnant. That was the thought that sent him over the edge, biting down on his own shirt to keep the barrage of groaning and half-scottish curses from spilling out like his seed, thick white ropes of hot arousal all over his chest and heaving belly.

“FUCK-” the pilot spat, throwing the tshirt from his mouth to one corner of the spacious private room. It had helped but it wasn’t enough. His cock was still hard when he tucked it back into his trousers and his mind still swum of images of the slave boy who could only have lived the most horrific life. Ryan felt awful for sexualizing the kid - even so or maybe because it must be what he’s used to - but still couldn’t deny the way he throbbed at the thought of getting closer.

A strange mechanical ticking sound interrupted his silent guilt-filled rage and in the next heartbeat he’d drawn the pistol from his bedside table and was pointing it to the whirring sound, coming from near his door.

A small robot - something like a cross between a spider and a houseplant - was walking into his door in what looked like an attempt to exit. Whatever genius programmer was controlling it had apparently forgotten to account for sliding doors. Muffled sounds of frustration, slightly laced with rising panic, had the grouchy pilot slamming the door controls with a heavy fist and glaring into the darkened hallway just outside his private suite, above the cockpit.

“I’m so sorry sir!” The girl blurted. The boy must have turned three shades of pink but only reached down to scoop the tiny robot into his slim arms.

“We were just exploring the ship- We didn’t mean to-”

“S’fine.” Ryan blurted, huffing a hot breath and leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed. “What’re ye doin’ here anyway. I know the Captain gave you people an open invitation but I don’t think he meant this.” The pilot quirked a dark eyebrow at the chirping robot, but softened again at the way the boy seemed to care for it like a loved one, swiping away bits of space dust from it’s filtration systems.

“Thought your Captain might drop us off in Central City,” the girl said by way of explanation. The pilot tried to ignore the way she stretched to peek around him at the empty, open suite he called home. “Ain’t got no family left. Either of us. Just needin’ to get somewhere we can find some decent work.”

“Work.” The pilot chewed on the word, feeling uneasy.

“What kind of work can two kids do.” He would have paid money to hear farming or trading or anything but what would inevitably come next.

“We’re slaves, Sir,” the boy said. His voice was soft and smooth. He looked up at the pilot from under thick, dark curled lashes and Ryan shifted, feeling the tingle below his waist all over again. “Body slaves.”

“Not anymore.” The pilot closed the door behind him, stepping out into the shaded hallway with his bare, tattooed chest exposed, and pointed to the next door down. “We’ll find you work. Real work. F’now just put yer shit in here. Gods willin we won’t be latched to this fookin’ station fer much longer.”

#nonsense brain junk

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poxinox · 2 months

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I drew Cassius

#pretty boy rogue trader

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amondren · 10 months

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My TTRPGs: Warhammer 40k, Rogue Trader

This game is my white whale, the one that got away. I often sit idly thinking of how I would have run the game if it continued. Unfortunately like many games that I've run this one fell to pieces, through this one wasn't my fault and was due to powers out of my control. You see in the year 2020 this virus commonly known as COVID-19...well you know the rest. Anyway the game died out due to being unable to continue due to COVID.

This game was one of the most ambitious I ran, and it surprisingly didn't fall apart until COVID struck it down. It was a brand new system I never ran before, a pre-made world which I was not used to running games in, a pre-made adventures of which I had never run before, and the biggest amount of players I'd ever had in a single game. It was a lot, and it took an entire world altering pandemic to make it fail.

Setting: The setting was obvious it was Warhammer 40k, deep in space mostly set upon the ship the players helped command "Man's Folly" I made the name as I doubted that my six players could decide on a name in a timely manner.

Players: I had 6 players, so there was 7 of us in total I'd never run for that many players but it went well.

Player Characters: Oh boy there was some really good characters. An emperor loving Navigator, a Astropath with little regard for how their powers affected the world around them, a walking 1920s era mobster who worked for the family of the Rogue Trader, a Heri-tek pilot, a Death worlder warrior with forbidden xeno-tech embedded in their chest, and a mutant with a giant barnacle for a head. They were a eclectic mess and I loved them all. I really looked forward to the cast going nuts. Non-Player Characters: There weren't that many, a manager of the sensorium, an easily corruptible head priest onboard the ship, a taunting in-your-face rival Rogue Trader. The biggest NPC was the Captain & ward of the party the Rogue Trader himself (or at least the son training to take over the family business). The Trader himself was a fun character, I chose to have the Rogue Trader be the NPC rather than a PC because I didn't trust some of the PCs to lead the party and I knew that giving one person ultimate control of the ship was asking for trouble.

System: I don't like how Rogue Trader plays as a DM, I had to keep a track of a lot of the players systems to help them out so we could play the game. Turns took awhile because of this, maybe if the players were way more into learning systems my thoughts would have been different. But then again one of my favorite systems is FATE so maybe it's just fundamental incompatibility. Ship Combat was pretty boring for most of the party though!

Adventure: I was running out of the Core Rulebook Into the Maw, I heavily edited it to make it very open to people who'd never heard of 40k and was even planning to have it segway into another pre-written adventure later on (which we didn't even get close to).

Plans: I had a lot of plans of what would happen to the characters and the ship through the game, mainly that since they put a sensorium onto the ship they had a burgeoning cult of Slaanesh onboard. The character with the unknown tech in their chest was gonna die eventually but find that every-time they did so the tech would revive their body a little worse for wear.

Final Thoughts: I really enjoyed running the game for the time that I did, having all my friends together playing one big game was immensely satisfying. I'll never run this game to the conclusion I wanted nor any conclusion whatsoever. But that's sometimes how it works, not every piece written can be complete, not every canvas filled, not ever d100 skill check rolled.

#My TTRPG #ttrpg #Warhammer 40k #rogue trader

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littlemisspipebomb · 1 year

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What’s up with chaos genestealer whozawhatsits I know nothing about wh40k aside from the orcs have funny magic

oh boy you're getting thrown in the deep end here So to lay the groundwork: the universe is held together by the warp, which is made of pure chaos nonsense, which to put it simply is minecraft nether but cthulu lives there and was created by emotions. What's important is there's a handful of chaos gods who are the strongest manifestations of emotions. They have their own main workers who are straight up literal daemons, and there's worshippers who either choose one of the 4 gods or worship chaos as a whole.

Now as a totally different thing, there's the tyranids. Heavily inspired by the Aliens from Aliens, they're quite literally a swarm of flesh eating bugs from outside our galaxy. No one knows where they come from, only that they probably devoured literally everything that hasn't been discovered by humanity. Every living being is linked to chaos in some way but they just cut anyone nearby from the warp. It's a powerful tool harnessed by psykers (space wizards) and by removing them, they can conquer easier.

Because 40k is wild as hell there's a group of humans who worship them, same as the chaos gods. They're called genestealer cults because in Rogue Trader (first edition of 40k, where the lore is pretty much loose inspiration for the later stuff) genestealers were their own thing but soon became a type of tyranid.

But to actually get to your question about chaos genestealer cults, they basically happened because people are dumb and don't realize they're quite literally opposites. I would say they're voting for the "leopards eating people's faces party" and didn't think they'd get their faces eaten, but that's literally what they want. They just don't realize they're also voting for the "elephants crushing your skull" party too, who also want to kill everyone but do it very differently.

#also I should clarify they're not quite a thing?#it's mostly just some old old art I think #idek if they ever had rules or what

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vintagerpg · 2 years

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Warhammer 40,000 Chapter Approved: Book of the Astronomican (1988, and boy what a mouthful) is the first Rogue Trader supplement. It’s split between a four part Space Marines vs. Orcs campaign. I didn’t know 40k put out this sort of strategy scenario. I’m a little surprised at how much roleplaying there is baked into the game, especially by way of the GM-led optional subplots (like how the orc cook has been poisoning the orc governor’s food and he can drop dead from the strain on his system if he gets too close to a marine). If I were a betting man, I’d bet that this sort of thing fell out of fashion pretty quickly, though.

There are also army lists and painting guides. I like looking at this stuff, particularly big full-page Russ Nicholson illustrations, but it really doesn’t mean anything to me. I particularly don’t understand the role of rogue traders — they’re powerful, freelance agents of the Imperium and the game seems to want you to be one (one of the lists is for a trader and his retinue), but I have difficulty squaring the name with the role. They don’t seem to be rogues OR merchants. Like, that crappy Ewan McGregor movie Rogue Trader is crappy, but at least it is about a crooked financial markets guy. It makes sense, you know?

#RPG #TTRPG #Tabletop RPG #Roleplaying Game #D&D #dungeons & dragons #Games Workshop #Warhammer #40k #Rogue Trader

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tlcwrites · 3 years

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Submission for Writer Wednesday 5/12

Summary: If you're going to talk the talk, you better be able to walk the walk. Or, proof Poe Dameron is a terrible loser.

Word Count: 1528

Tags/Warnings: Poe Dameron x Reader, Modern AU. Implied smut but mostly in passing. Some bad words. Poorly edited because as usual I finished this at like 11 and my kids get up at 5 so I need to go to sleep.

Author’s Note: THREE FICS IN A WEEK WHO AM I?

Okay, so I cannot be the only one who saw the photo for this week's Writer Wednesday (thank you once more for hosting, @autumnleaves1991-blog!) and went the direction I did. If I am the only one, well, just further proof my brain is certifiable. Make sure you comment on when you figure out where this fic takes place.

There will also be an accompanying headcanon coming for this probably tomorrow, because there was SO much material I wanted to use but couldn't make fit. Thank you @paper-n-ashes for brainstorming with me and being the best hype-woman ever.

“AAAAHHHHH.”

“WE’RE GONNA DIE.”

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!”

“FINN!!” You smack him. “There are small children here!”

But he’s too busy screaming to pay attention.

On the other side of you, Kaydel looks decidedly green. She lets out a pained moan as your vehicle makes a particularly hard turn. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this…”

You pat her knee as you fly through a kitchy town. “Hang in there, honey. It’s almost over.”

The village elder’s well wishes still ringing in your ears, you pull up next to another idling transport. From the driver’s seat, your boyfriend winks at you.

“You’re going down, Dameron!” you holler at him.

He makes the universal ‘I’m watching you’ gesture. “Eat my dust, losers!”

Finn yells back something that has you smacking him again, shooting an apologetic glance to the second row of Poe’s transport, where Snap and Karé are sitting with their daughter Nora. Snap’s hands fly to cover Nora’s ears while Karé laughs heartily.

Next to Poe, Rey holds her thumb and forefinger up to her forehead in an ‘L’ shape. “Second place is the first to lose!”

Before any more trash talking can occur, you see a flash of red out of the corner of your eye and then both vehicles take off, bursting out of the dark into blinding sunlight.

You both fly over the rusty terrain, neck and neck as you navigate under rocky overpasses and around hairpin turns. From the second row of your car, you can hear Maz lobbing profanities at Chewie in the other ride. He’s yelling back in his native tongue (which you still only understand half of). Beside Maz, Leia and Han are both laughing like kids.

A shriek of joy erupts from you as you fly over a series of hills, the momentary weightlessness thrilling. Finn has both hands in the air, while Kaydel grips the safety handle with white knuckles.

Finally, you come out of a turn to see a sharp drop. You look to Poe, who grins back at you, his vehicle slightly ahead of yours. Damnit, you HATE losing to him. He’s the worst winner.

At the last moment, your ride leaps ahead, crossing under the checkered banner by a nose. The passengers of your car cheer and high-five in victory, while Poe’s passengers groan in good-natured defeat.

As you roll through the red-lit cavern, you laugh as you catch sight of Poe’s face. He’s a terrible winner, but he’s an even worse loser. Even if his loss comes at the hands of an algorithm.

Anthropomorphic cars wave you off as both vehicles enter the unloading zone. On the other side of the platform, Chewie is lifting Rey out of the front seat as she pretends to collapse in agonized failure, her laughter completely destroying the illusion. You accept Finn’s hand as he helps you up, both of you turning to support Kaydel as she crawls out of the car.

A ride attendant watches her warily. “Does she need assistance?” he asks Han.

Han waves him off, wrapping an arm around his wife’s shoulders as Maz and Chewie beeline for the ride photos. “She’ll be fine. No protein spills here.” At the cast member’s astonished look, the charming rogue gives his trademark grin. “Ain’t my first rodeo, kid.” As he and Leia stroll past you towards the exit, he catches your eye and winks. “That, and they haven’t changed the lingo since the 70’s.”

Laughing, you rub Kaydel’s back as Rey swaps places with Finn and helps bracket your green-tinged friend. “Let’s get you some water, yeah?”

Kaydel manages a slight nod, and the three of you make your way towards the exit.

Behind you, you can hear Poe and Finn bickering, as they’re wont to do.

“It’s a ride, dude,” Finn is saying, the exasperation clear in his tone.

“It’s physics, dude,” Poe shoots back. “There’s NO way the car on the outside of the turn would be able to finish first.”

Worst. Loser. Ever.

Your rag-tag alliance eventually makes it out of the exit tunnel. Ben’s waiting across the walkway, those ridiculously long arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the guard rail and steadily ignores whatever Armitage is ranting about.

On the bench next to them, Rose perks up, a smirk crossing her pretty face as she sees Poe’s expression. “Well, I don’t need to ask who won.”

“Don’t wanna talk about it,” the most-competitive-pilot-in-the-galaxy grumbles back, adjusting his backpack. You help Kaydel to a bench, where she quickly curls up.

Rey rolls her eyes as she forces her way into the circle of Ben’s arms. “It’s not like any of us could have actually controlled the outcome, you noodle.”

“Not without some kind of magic,” Ben intones dryly, resting his chin on his girlfriend’s head.

“How cool would that be, though?” Rey’s getting her Down-The-Wormhole-We-Go eyes. You and Rose exchange a Look™️ as she starts gesturing wildly with her hands. “Like, imagine if you could just look at something like rocks and, like, make them fly. Or make someone do whatever you wanted them to do. OH!” She looks up at Ben with a slightly manic expression. “Lightning bolts from your fingers!!”

Well-used to these kinds of rambles, Ben gently captures her hands and wraps her into a hug that doubles as a straight jacket. “No more SyFy channel before bed.”

Rose slides her arms around her husband as Finn joins her on the bench. “Did you behave?”

Nora, in all her 6-year-old innocence, giggles. “Mr Finn said a whole lot of swear-jar words.” She casts a critical eye on the young man. “You probably said enough you could buy an Elsa doll.” The ‘for me’ is unsaid, but implied.

Karé rapidly turns her laugh into a cough.

Finn glances down at his wife as Rose smacks him upside the head. “Hey! That tractor thing is terrifying. And Maz said WAY more than I did!”

“Age before beauty, Finnigan,” Maz says haughtily, waving off Finn’s ‘m'name’s not Finnigan, damn it’.

Giggling, you tune out the ridiculousness that is your found family and turn your attention to your still-sulking boy toy. “You know,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around his waist, “you make that face for long enough and it’ll stick that way.”

He huffs. “This is just how my face looks.”

“Uh huh.” Considering yourself quite the expert in his face, having spent countless hours studying every crease and line until you could have drawn him blindfolded, you call bullshit, but say nothing further.

“It is,” he insists.

“Okay,” you agree.

The King of Sarcasm narrows his eyes. “You’re doing that thing.”

You widen your eyes innocently. “What thing?”

“That thing where it sounds like you’re agreeing with me but you’re really telling me I’m a dumbass.”

“What?!” You bring your hand to your chest. “Moi?! I would never.”

He huffs again, but you can see the hint of a smirk starting to break though.

“C’mon, First Runner Up,” you tease. “No sulking in Disneyland. Let me buy you a drink at Trader Sam’s, and then we can sneak off to the Haunted Mansion and make out like teenagers in our Doom Buggy.”

He tilts his head, considering it.

“Or-“ You brush an inky curl off his forehead and stand on your toes until your lips are just about caressing his ear and whisper, “-we could get back in line right now and go again.”

Even before you’ve finished speaking, Poe’s grabbing your hand and hauling you back towards the entrance, tossing a “See you jerks later!” as he pulls you under the Radiator Springs Racers sign. Their laughter echos behind you as he leads the way through the mostly empty line (thank goodness for parade lulls).

As you wait in the queue, only a few dozen people stand between Poe and his (re)shot at victory. You see that competitive gleam in his eyes start to come alive again.

“Hey.” You tug on his tee shirt until he looks at you. “If our car doesn’t win, tonight I’ll do That Thing you love.”

“Babe.” The look he gives you is one of pure torture. “You are killing me here.” He really loves to win. But he really, really loves That Thing. “What about when we come in first?”

You shrug demurely. “Then you wear Those Pants™️ tomorrow.”

Hm. Poe’s always been quick to calculate his odds, and this is quickly turning into a win/win situation. If you lose, he gets That Thing. But Those Pants™️ turn you about feral, and when you’re in that kind of mood- let’s just say Poe still has the scars on his shoulders to prove it.

“Are those terms acceptable, Flight Commander Dameron?” You smile sweetly up at him.

His licentious grin says it all. “Hell yeah.”

For the record, your car does lose a second time. And the next morning, Poe hardly has Those Pants over his ass when you’re ripping them back down his legs and shoving him backwards onto the bed.

Oh, yeah, he thinks to himself. This is better than any dumb kid’s ride.

…doesn’t mean he’s not going to ride it as many times as it takes to win.

A/N: I almost titled this “Tell me you have children without saying you have children”. I am so fucking sick of ‘Lining McQueen’. Yay 4-year-olds.

Thank you for reading; likes and reblogs feed my soul.

#writer wednesday #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron fic #poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron x gender neutral reader #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron fluff #poe dameron #hot space droid dad #my writing #modern au #star wars fanfiction #star wars fanfic #poe dameron fanfic

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theraddestcowboy · 3 years

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I now respectfully demand a full essay on D&D lore and your preferred system.

OH THATS FUN here I'll put it under a read more so i dont drive anyone insane

I started out playing dnd in high school when I'd go to the game shop next door to my mom's apartment and run encounters with pregenerated characters and a group of older dudes that were bored enough to play with two children, they were really nice! I do not remember what system it was though. After highschool, my boyfriend and brother both got into dming and I tried out I think 3rd edition?? and Pathfinder. The Pathfinder game my boyfriend ran when we were 18 is the one Nikolai is from! It was really rough, since all of us were new to all of the things we were doing, and objectively it was pretty bad, but I really liked the system because Pathfinder is GREAT for detailed customization.

Since then, most of the campaigns I've played in have been Pathfinder, and 5e once that came out and became popular. I've also tried out things like Vampire the Masquerade like I said, which I really liked, Warhammer's Rogue Trader, which was sick as hell, and probably some small experimental ones that I've forgotten by now. I'd like to try out Starfinder at some point, since I liked Rogue Trader but im not a HUGE fan of the Warhammer universe.

Between Pathfinder and 5e, I generally enjoy playing pathfinder more for longer campaigns, but 5e is pretty good for just throwing something simple together to just have some fun.

AS FOR DND LORE oh BOY

My favorite Official Wizards of the Coast world is Eberron, it's just so fun to play in a big cheesy magicpunk adventure world with 8 million things going on all at the same time- my friend matt made his own custom area for it so he could build his own lore off in the corner, and that's the game that Kerrian is from (he's from Sharn, if you know the world and are curious)

Pathfinder's world Golarion is really cool, my boyfriend LOVES the lore for it and for a long time we had a big framed map of it in our office. I like it a lot too, it's pretty standard Fantasy thematically but it's got tons of nooks and crannies with interesting stuff going on in them

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