Listen, If He's Comfortable Enough To Come Out Of The Closet, We Should Let Him.

Sure, go ahead.

I swear, if I hear *one more person* simplify fulgrim to just "yassss queen slay" I am going to break something. He's such an interesting, tragic and relatable character and I wish people didn't simplify him to "haha pretty boy".

Felt cute, might delete an army later.

Female Custodes by Elzunix

Ironic that this would please the Emperor more than worshiping him would.

My character, Sister Catherine, of the order of the Valorous Heart. Or simply Cate to those who know her.

She needs an origin story.

A crisis of faith. She prays for guidance to Him on Earth. Surely he would not abandon one of His faithful in their hour of need?

She knelt in the chapel of the blessed Emperor. It was a place of calm and contemplation. Sisters came here to pray. But she was here now out of desperation. She needed Him to answer her, now more than at any time in her life.

"Holy Emperor, hear my prayer. I need your guidance. I have doubt. This has plagued me for months, years even. Please, help me. Guide me. Show me the path forward."

Her head was bowed, her hands clasped tightly together, praying, and hoping for a miracle. Something to relieve her of the doubt and the anguish she felt because of it. But she was only met with the silence of the empty chapel.

"You're not going to answer me, are you?" She said out loud.

She opened her tear stained eyes and looked up at the altar.

"You're not here, are you? You're on Terra, sitting on your golden throne."

She stared at the stained glass depiction of the Emperor. Magnificent in his golden armour, surrounded by the faithful, a halo of light above his head.

"You are not a god."

She half expected to be struck down there and then. Some bolt of unimaginable power incinerating her on the spot.

"The books my family died for, they were right. You are not a god. Written in your own hand, that is what my grandmother said. The inquisition killed them, burnt at the stake as heretics.."

She was only a child, but she remembered the fires. Her mother and grandmother were consumed by the flames. The inquisitor forced her to watch. A lesson, he had said.

"It is a lie. I have lived this lie my whole life. In the schola progenium, in my order. I have prayed to you, sang praises in your name. And I have killed, all in your name. How much blood must stain my hands because of you."

She cleansed her hands each day as instructed by scripture. Clean, pristine even. If she could see the blood, she imagined it would be of the deepest, darkest, red.

"And I am damned. For what can I do? If I confess my lack of faith, they will force me to be repentia, beating myself bloody until I see the light once again. Or worse. Locked in a machine and driven insane."

She had seen the penitent engines in battle. Wild, savage things. Their pilots lost to madness.

"If I run, the inquisition will hunt me. They will likely send my own sisters after me. There is no mercy for the heretic. Isn't that what you teach?"

She knew the tortures an inquisitor could inflict first hand. Both physical and mental. She would not let that be her fate.

"Must I die for you then? Is that my only choice? Or turn to the foulness of the warp. Must that be my salvation? What vile corruption would I have to endure."

She thought about the chaos tainted cultists she had fought in the past. Barely recognisable as even human anymore. Chanting dirges to their dark gods.

"No. I would rather turn my bolt gun on myself. If you are not a god, then neither are they. The creatures of the warp will not have me. I deny them. As I deny you."

The blasphemy she spoke. She would have killed someone outright if they had spoken like this to her. Now she speaks it herself. In his own chapel, no less.

"We go to war soon. Another crusade in your name. Do you know why? Do you even care?"

In the battles ahead, how many were going to die? How many deaths would she be responsible for? All for a lie. Maybe being condemned to a penitent engine would be a blessing. They at least did not struggle with faith.

"I still have my sisters. I depend on them, as they depend on me. They will be my faith from now on, my shield. I will fight for them."

She stood. She would have to lie to her sisters and convince them her faith is strong and beyond question. What choice did she have?

The Emperor is not a god.

A simple statement, yet so powerful it could condemn an entire world. What could it do to one sister of battle?

Military nerds be like "I can suspend my disbelief for psychic powers, artificial intelligence, brain uploading, telepathy headsets, railguns, and spider tanks, but I draw the line at effective tank armor and air defense."

The glove has spoken.

Who did this? XD

Since the ecclesiarchy's reason for creating sororitas was the fact that they were forbidden from having men under arms nonbinary sororitas are 100% allowed within canon send post

I mean, my read of Guilty Gear (which mainly comes from the wiki) is that Bridget is basically Cis+ (or an AFAB transfem). She reads as the second scenario to me.

It was kind of brought on by discussions of Bridget, and it's kind of supposed to be bringing problematic thoughts to mind. The "boy forced to live as a girl" troupe is kind of common with femboy characters, and it sparks a lot of argument, which tends to reduce people to their genitals.

Thought Experiment: Gender is complicated

Take a baby with one gendered set of genitalia (ISO standard male or ISO standard female, either one works), and raise them as the opposite gender. (e.g. raise the ISO standard male as a girl or the ISO standard female as a boy)

If they grow up and never question the gender you assigned them (they may question why they are different from other kids, but won't think about if they are the other gender any more than an average cis person would), are they trans?

If they grow up, wonder for a time if they are the opposite gender, but ultimately conclude that the gender you raised them as is correct, are they trans?

If they grow up, wonder for the time if they are the opposite gender, and ultimately conclude that they are the other gender, are they trans?

I'm not writing this with an intended "correct answer" in mind; I'm not entirely sure myself. Being cis (and not raised as a different gender like the person in the thought experiment), I'm not sure if I'm the right person to give the correct answer. I just want to share something I've been thinking about.

I think I know what my answer is, but I'm not going to claim it's the single correct answer.

When I first saw this I thought it was about Orkz.

I completely support the pushing of boys against walls

I mean, it's a pretty impressive gun. It's basically a souped-up meltagun, and while it's pretty much single-shot, it'll be one nasty shot.

Imagine being threatened at gunpoint by Sanguinius. Oh no is the great angel going to smite me? Cut me down with his holy blade?

Nope, he just loads his peashooter and puts it against your head.