Shootertron's stuff

He/him, am an adult and you should be too. I post a lot about my Warhammer 40k OCs. Blanket warning for all sorts of distressing things, like sexual violence and pregnancy. You can find me on ao3, Twitter, and Dreamwidth as Shootertron.

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You know how Godzilla symbolizes the collective trauma from the atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki?

According to Talon of Horus, Warhammer 40K daemons are like if every time a great cataclysm happened, it created its own Godzilla in a designated Hell dimension. Whenever the veil of reality is thin, those Godzillas can step foot in the real world.

Iskandar Khayon captured a daemon created from the Massacre at Béziers and sealed it into a card so he can summon it at will. The daemon is constantly replaying the last moments of the slaughtered Cathars on its body.

So if more sorcerers are summoning and binding daemons like this one, it stands to reason that everybody is playing Pokemon with the avatars of someone else's pain and suffering.

I think it's literal take on how people argue about historical events - using people as rhetorical devices.

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Every country that was in WWII has its own warp Godzilla. The larger the death toll, the more powerful, but also harder to control.

The Chinese and Russia Godzillas are spiteful motherfuckers that have mastered the art of malicious compliance towards naive sorcerers who try to make contracts with them.

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I rather like the idea that the most powerful daemons are made up of collective suffering, and only people desensitized to violence can survive possession (Space Marines, EMTs, etc). But at a certain scale the host's mind goes splodey from reliving the memories of thousands of people dying slowly and painfully.

Secondborn holding the last thoughts of the dying in their heads always.

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Somewhere in the Eye of Terror is a mail order company that sells All Natural Uranium Nuggets and Emperor's Children challenge each other to eat the nuggets.

"The concentration in the nuggets is totally harmless! What are you, a chicken?"

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Warhammer 40K sorcerers (my take)

Transmutation of matter is one of the basic topics taught in evil magic school. Matter is generally conserved, whether it's transforming matter that's nearby or bringing it in from elsewhere. Because the Warp exists as a source of renewable Hell energy, energy need not be conserved.

Most flashy sorcerer light effects are simple chemical reactions.

If a chemical reaction releases/absorbs a lot of heat, sorcerers must learn to move heat around so they don't cook themselves.

The most basic test for sorcery students' grasp on heat transfer is to precisely lower or raise the temperature of a container of water.

Students practice biomancy first on dead tissue, then move onto small animals, and then small wounds on themselves.

Subatomic transmutations are for advanced students only due to the large amounts of energy involved. Many have blown themselves up attempting it.

Most animal daemons are formed from the animals they resemble. Sorcerers will often summon a tutelary in hopes of getting something cool like a panther, but end up with chickens, pigs, tilapia, grass carp, and crickets instead because humans have been rearing them in great number.

Sorcerer who wanted a hawk with a lethargic and ragged Cornish cross perched on her shoulder instead.

Lucky sorcerers may even summon a cow. Commonplace in the 3rd millennium but exceedingly rare by the 31st.

Goats are commonly farmed in 40K but they have horns so they're cool tutelaries.

Certain domestic sheep are cooler than others.

The sorcerer who ends up with a giant nematode (formed from the feelings of many nematodes) or spoon worm becomes the butt of jokes.

A sorcerer who summons an extinct animal has bragging rights. Unless it's an unknown and drab species.

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You know how Godzilla symbolizes the collective trauma from the atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki?

According to Talon of Horus, Warhammer 40K daemons are like if every time a great cataclysm happened, it created its own Godzilla in a designated Hell dimension. Whenever the veil of reality is thin, those Godzillas can step foot in the real world.

Iskandar Khayon captured a daemon created from the Massacre at Béziers and sealed it into a card so he can summon it at will. The daemon is constantly replaying the last moments of the slaughtered Cathars on its body.

So if more sorcerers are summoning and binding daemons like this one, it stands to reason that everybody is playing Pokemon with the avatars of someone else's pain and suffering.

I think it's literal take on how people argue about historical events - using people as rhetorical devices.

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In 40K members of Chaos legions play a tabletop game called Eternal Hellscape 2020, about an alternate timeline where mankind is doomed to extinction, fighting each other in a forever war in the 3rd millennium.

The setting prevents any fistfights and/or leaking of classified documents related to playing a wargame based off the 41st millennium as inevitably someone gets the details wrong.

One of the most popular source books for fans of Eternal Hellscape 2020 is a heavily translated and re-translated edition of Orientalism by Edward Said, complete with an introduction mentioning the Bouncy Castle Massacre of 3XXXX. The time period it talks about isn't quite right, but finding any books from the 3rd millennium is a challenge. Close enough.

To be honest the fans don't completely understand all the references made in the book but it's valuable information!

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Black Legionnaire in love with the Imperial Fist he kidnapped, thinking of their relationship like "Nettles" by Ethel Cain.

Lay me down where the trees bend low Put me down where the greenery stings I can hear them singin' "To love me is to suffer me, and I believe that I—" When I lay with you in that auld lang room Wishin' I was the way you say that you are You'll go fight a war, I'll go missing I warned you, for me, it's not that hard That picture on the wall you're scared of looks just like you I wanna bleed, I wanna hurt the way that boys do Maybe you're right and we should stop watchin' the news 'Cause, baby, I've never seen brown eyes look so blue

"To love me is to suffer me" because he rapes them and infodumps to them while secretly thinking he's fundamentally unloveable :/

The Imperial Fist has a picture of Rogal Dorn they're afraid of because they feel their Primarch would hate them for being so weak and unable to escape and take revenge. But they resemble Rogal Dorn (generational trauma of a sort).

The Imperial Fist thinks of the relationship as "Tempest"!

Please, just go easy on me I am young and naïve I don’t know what I need "I can lead you to bed But I can’t make you sleep" I've heard it before From someone who leaves

Always on my own (You come around here just to watch me writhe) Always on my own (Am I what you think about all late at night?) Someone take me home (You can try and stop me, hold me) I wanna go home (Do all the things that you do) Take me out the dark (But it’s no good) [I'm scared of you]

"Young and naïve" is relative. To Chaos Marines from 30K all of these loyalists are babies :P

There comes a breaking point where they attempt suicide, knowing it would hurt their captor. Their captor is so in love with them, after all. The room they're in rattles because the warp storm the space station is in has picked up speed. It sounds like trains, or people wailing...

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I can't help but think of this song as Rogal Dorn's perspective.

(my interpretation contains Primarch incest)

Daddy, please hear this song that I sing In your heart there's a spark that just screams for a lover to bring A child to your chest that could lay as you sleep And love all you have left like your boy used to be long ago, wrapped in sheets warm and wet

Rogal Dorn has a vision of Malcador or Erda bringing the Emperor and infant Horus. "All you have left" - now the Emperor is on life support and no longer lucid.

[Sister] please with those wings in your spine Love to be with a brother of mine, how he'd love to find Your tongue in his teeth in a struggle to find Secret songs that you keep wrapped in boxes so tight, sounding only at night as you sleep

Rogal Dorn asks a dead Sanguinius to take him to the afterlife to meet Horus. Sanguinius was romantically/sexually involved and knew things about Horus that Rogal Dorn didn't.

And in my dreams you're alive and you're crying As your mouth moves in mine, soft and sweet Rings of flowers 'round your eyes and I'll love you For the rest of your life when you're ready

Rogal Dorn has dreams where the people he loved the most are still alive and able to be emotionally vulnerable around him. The dreams about Horus are the most painful.

Brother, see we are one in the same And you left with your head filled with flames and you watched as your brains Fell out through your teeth, push the pieces in place, make your smile sweet to see Don't you take this away, I'm still wanting my face on your cheek

Horus died violently, trying to kill the Emperor. I think about the artwork where his face is lit up red, like the flames of hell. Even though it ended so badly, Rogal Dorn still treasures the memory of Horus' face on his cheek. He's mentally putting that shattered violent image back together and beautifying it thinking of how things could have ended differently.

And when we break, we'll wait for our miracle God is a place where some holy spectacle lies When we break, we'll wait for our miracle God is a place you will wait for the rest of your life

The Emperor is considered a god but has to wait on the Golden Throne for the rest of his life. Rogal Dorn doesn't believe that a miracle is going to happen and everything is going to be fixed. Horus is dead and gone and there isn't an afterlife for him to go to because his soul was destroyed.

Two-headed boy, she is all you could need She will feed you tomatoes and radio wires And retire to sheets safe and clean But don't hate her when she gets up to leave

Sanguinius loved Horus but the time came to leave him because he turned traitor.

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Somewhere in the Eye of Terror is a restaurant that serves giant fried testicles.

They are donated by someone who cuts off his own and donates them. But they grow back.

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do you ever have thoughts about your characters and it feels like being gutted but you cant tell anyone because it makes no sense since theyre your ocs

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Noncon-ish, sexual humiliation

Somewhere out there is a Space Marine chapter that strings up Astartes from the ceiling shibari-style, naked, with a plug in the ass as a punishment for wrongdoing.

Sometimes it's an act of self penance.

Chapter serfs (or new Space Marines perhaps?) learn the traditional knots that are passed from generation to generation.

Or perhaps the bound Space Marine is the centerpiece of a lavish banquet for visiting military commanders...

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Noncon, forced pregnancy

Black Legionnaire keeping another Chaos Space Marine as a sex slave breeder.

He would like to be more abusive because the other Chaos Marine came from a warband/legion that wronged his, BUT stress causes miscarriages and he has a baby quota to fill or he loses his grant funding for the breeding program. So he can only be passive aggressive. So passive aggressive.

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Space Marines being showered with praise for giving birth. Hugs and kisses, fawning and cooing, feeding them premium steak.

If one Space Marine in a group gives birth to multiples, everyone gets to eat from a large charcuterie board filled with sausage, cheese, and fruit.

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Vehement argument in husbandry circles about the ethics of Betcher's Gland removal.

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Imperial Fist asking "Serving cunt? Putting it on the table for consumption??"

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Tossing giant vegetables from a Chaos farm through a hole in the side of your Space Marine enclosure and watching them go nuts for the tastiest pieces.

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I was discussing "what happens to dogs waiting at the Rainbow Bridge if their owners are bad people" - and was told one of the answers is "the dogs are sent a perfect replica of their owners while the real owners are sent to Hell".

Space Marine who is the concubine of a Chaos Space Marine wishing they could be sent one of these perfect replicas, because they've fallen in love and don't want to be in love with such a bad person.