The Emerald Wings Space Marine Chapter

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."

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

I completely support the pushing of boys against walls

Call my tastes tacky if you like but your heart knows it’s true

Also, there's nothing wrong with projecting in your interpretations of a character. There's a lot of gaps in even the most thoroughly-written characters, and alternate character interpretations are what makes literary analysis worth doing. With all the parts of ourselves we already see written into characters we love, it's only natural that we fill in the gaps with other parts of ourselves.

I'll admit I disagree with a lot of how you interpret Fulgrim, but most of where my own interpretation differs from yours is from how I am projecting on him.

????????? Dude I’m not trying to “own” you or whatever the fuck your Twitter brain thinks I’m trying to do. You clearly love Fulgrim as a character, but you also have a weird sense of projection on him. If you only love Slaanesh Fulgrim, you might not love *Fulgrim,* just the drugs he’s on.

Okay. Okay. Let me put it this way.

I love Fulgrim. At all points. But i am tired. Tireddddd. Of people acting like staying with the imperium would have been ‘better’ for him. It would have been bad. There was already toxic perfectionism happening in his brain under the imperium.

I can also post more about pre heresy Fulgrim, but there’s just… less material to work with there, since his fall starts pretty early on in the heresy

More progress on my homebrew chapter's battle barge

I reduced the number of broadside guns, since most battle barges have ~5 broadside guns and this one is supposed to be more carrier-oriented, added turrets, and finished the first tier of roofing.

I'm still trying to figure out cell shading, and the back section needs a lot of work, but I'm happy with my progress today.

Shit, I think the AI got this one right.

Bring back all the weird nerdy fandom participants who are being productive making fanworks and kick out all the ones that spend all day farming outrage

He could have realized that he's good enough. He could have come to terms with his need to be the best, instead of being consumed by it and spat out. He could have not lost his brother and best friend because of pride.

‘if only fulgrim didn’t pick up the sword he could have’ could have what. could have what. stayed under the oversight of a distant father figure? kept pressuring himself and his sons to be perfect and flawless all the time? been disposed of when he’d served his purpose? i hate you

I like this perspective on what a dream job is. I'd probably still do what I want to do now: find new, improved ways of blowing up massive amounts of explosives in a vaguely controlled manner with people on top of them.

The people who say shit like "I don't dream about labour" when asked about their dream job make me sad. It's not their fault and it's an obvious conclusion to come to in the environment that we live in, but they really do seem to make no difference between work, and being exploited. You do want to work, it is inherent human nature to want to do things, you just don't want to slave for shit wages while making profit for someone else.

If art wasn't an option and I didn't have to worry about being profitable, I know what I would be doing: Keep a little shop selling secondhand-thirdhand buttons and buckles.

Thrift shops and secondhand stores could dump (or sell, whatever) their unsold and unwanted goods to me, and I could spend all day going through the heaps and picking them apart, plucking the still-perfectly-good buttons, zippers and buckles out of discarded things with threadbare fabrics and sell them.

Probably also making those little trinket storage boxes out of hollowed-out books. By hollowing out books that nobody wanted or read.

genuinely so tired of people calling my identity a fetish