Showing posts with label Toy Soldiers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Toy Soldiers. Show all posts

Friday, 20 March 2026

Friday 40K: Meet The Big Man

My small coterie of Ultramarines (all of thirteen dudes) just got a wholly unnecessary addition to their command structure with Lieutenant Calsius. I'm still trying where possible to maintain a bright line between my Firstborn and Primaris armies (such a stupidly confusing pair of names), but Calsius' sculpt would have made it very difficult to paint him as anything else but XIII Legion. 

I'm fairly happy with him in the end - the freehand helmet stripe isn't quite straight, but having let my painting skills atrophy considerably in the last decade-plus, I can live with it. The power sword has my trademark gradation across the blade, but it's easy to miss it with so little of it showing. I thought about painting it a duller colour, given presumably one doesn't switch a power weapon on while it's still sheathed, but the need for the red as a spot colour eventually took me a different direction. Maybe the dude is just that good that he can slide a powered blade from its scabbard without anything catching fire at all.




I quite like the lad in all three angles here. The common denominator is they're all carefully chosen to not show how poorly his right leg fits to the rest of his body - that was a huge problem in assembly, and a reminder that I really need to get better at using green stuff to plug gaps.

Friday, 13 February 2026

Friday Talisman: A Dreaded Sunny Day

The mission to paint the whole of my Talisman collection continues with a trip to the cemetery. 


The Talisman ghoul is pleasingly craggy, so this was mostly just a basecoat and some dry-brushing. I thought about deviating from the colours the official art gives him, but having already done that with the Troll, and with the FF iteration not having any orcs or goblins, I decided this was probably my only chance to let the greenskins represent.


Just the Sorceress and one more Toad to go, and that'll be the base game I bought back in (fuck) 2009 fully painted.

Friday, 12 December 2025

Friday Talisman: Somebody Embosses A Dwarf

Or his armour, anyway. Pretty happy with this particular ginger axe-swinger. It's an unusual Talisman figure just because of its density, but that lent itself well to some blacklining, which I always like as a look.


Friday, 24 October 2025

Friday Talisman: "I Kick Arse For The Lord!"

Regularly voted one of 4th edition's worst characters, it's the one man brave enough to bring spectacles to a dragon fight: the Priest!


Just look at that bling! I guess being able to banish any spirit he stumbles across means he doesn't have to fret about the spectre of Communism. Sooner or later this lad's going to learn that Strength 2 ain't much use against a guillitone, but until then; respect to a lad willing to go questing in slippers.

Friday, 15 August 2025

Friday Dreadfleet - Cultural Appropriaship

Not super-sure how I feel about The Flaming Scimitar as a concept. I mean, it looks great, all the Dreadfleet ships do. I'm just keenly aware of how liberally it swipes from a culture neither mine nor the designer's.

Still, it is what it is. Trying to get the masts, sails and fire efreet to all coexist on the model was basically fucking impossible. The efreet's head should be higher, really, but having broken it off twice and the rear sail come loose three times just to get to the state you see below, I decided to abandon ship.


And here she is with her auxiliary cog.


 

Friday, 8 August 2025

Friday Talisman: Yosemite Swam


My ongoing attempt to paint every miniature I bought before 2010 continues, with this: the third of the four toads from Talisman 4th Edition. This time, I based my paint job on a Yosemite toad, using the picture below as a rough guide (image credit: Roger Hall at Science Photo Library).


Not a hue amount to say about this one, except that this is easily the most successful application of Agrellan Earth I've yet managed. I read a tip about giving the base an Ardcoat coat before trowelling the Agrellan Earth on, which seems to have worked.

With this wee bufonidian boy done, I'm down to just twelve Talisman figures from the noughties, including the aforementioned and truly feared fourth toad. For how long will he squirm away from my paintbrush? SOON WE SHALL KNOW.

Friday, 11 July 2025

Friday 40K: Sick Scenes

Continuing my habit of painting things that I've had lying around for a frankly embarrassing amount of time, I present the contents of Warhammer Conquest Issue (published Feb 2019). I've not really got any burning interest in the sons of Mortarion, but after some time poking around the internet, I found a colour scheme for Plague Marines I rather liked: The Purge.

This is my version of that scheme. The green was extremely difficult to even approximate - I eventually settled on a 5:1 mix of Death Guard Green and Sotek Green.




I assume that, as with my Primaris Interceptors, we're well past the point that a mere three Plague Marines are playable as a complete squad, but it's not like I've bought a Chaos codex in the last twenty years. These guys can just chill out with my Red Corsairs in my miniatures cabinet, grossing out visitors with their red-raw tentacles and copious pus-holes. Delightful.





 

Friday, 27 June 2025

Friday Talisman: A Troll On The Internet


I've decided to try and finish my remaining Talisman miniatures in order of release, as part of my broader effort to paint everything left that I acquired during my twenties*. The character art from the game is pretty different for this lad: a very green, slimy, Flubberesque vibe. I decided to go with something rockier, with the only green occasional outbreaks of moss/lichen.

I tried a new approach to shading red here, as well as a new recipe for wood. You can't really tell here, but I've given him somewhat catlike eyes, figuring they'd be helpful for making out any adventurers who've broken into his cave, what need a good clubbin'.

*Seventeen Talisman minis, a quarter of Assault On Black Reach, four Bretonnian knights, three Bonesingers, and a Chaos Sorcerer to go! Unless I've forgotten something! Which I almost certainly have!

Friday, 18 April 2025

Friday Dreadfleet: Additional Squid

At last! The miniature I was born to paint! Four years after I first started her base, the Black Kraken is done.


And her little dog auxiliary, too!


I reckon this pushes me just past the halfway point of painting up the entire set (fourteen years after it was released), so here's a nice moody (read: without proper lighting) picture of everything done so far. Genuinely think this is the best painting I've ever done.


Friday, 24 January 2025

Friday Talisman: The Southest Paw

It's the guy who never skips the first half of arm day: The Possessed. 


Look at him! He's furious! His absurdly swollen limb has torn right through his regulation Naughty Cultist (Generic) robe. It gets chilly down in the damp cave where they perform their brazen rites to Nghtha-Ky'Badan, and his goosebumps are now the size of blood oranges.

Plus, female fiddler crabs keep giving him the wink, and that's just not right.

Friday, 10 January 2025

Friday Dreadfleet: Iron And Ale

Halfway through the big ships, lads! Grimnir's Thunder, reporting for cannonades and chunder.


I love the tiny little sub that's come along. He just wants to feel included. 


Also painted: free bonus blimp, because if you're going to drink until you're sick, you might as well try to hit a few seagulls with your toxic vomit.

Friday, 16 August 2024

Friday 40K: End Of The Beginning

Forgot to turn the lightbox on for these ones, but hey: grim darkness, innit. Anyway, here's what would once have been a complete Intercessor Squad, representing the long-awaited completion of Conquest Issue #1's miniatures. Totally useless these days, of course, but it's not like I've had any chance to play 10th Edition anyway.

On to the next thing, anyway. If I very hard, I might have the Plague Marines from Issue #2 finished by Christmas, at which point every 40K miniature that was on my painting desk when I moved back up North three years ago will be done. DARE TO DREAM.



 

Friday, 28 June 2024

Friday, 14 June 2024

Friday 40K: Heating Up

Done two of 'em now innit.


I think I'm proud of these? Broadly speaking. Keep trying not to notice the bone armour is a slightly different shade on each of them. Stupid drybrushing.

Friday, 7 June 2024

Friday Talisman: My Spy

 


Did myself a Talisman spy, lads. Mine's a bit more colourful than the official art - I figured being extremely dressed up and all in black wasn't actually all that subtle. Just feels too try-hard, you know? Like, you've brought along your lorgnettes, mate. You ain't blendin' in to shit.

Friday, 17 May 2024

Friday 40K: The Not-So-New Hotness


Hurrah! A mere seven years since they hit the shelves, and five years since I bought the magazine issue that came with three of them, I've actually painted a Space Marine Intercessor.

As with the Hammerfall Bunker I painted up - Gods - three years ago, this gentleman represents the Emperor's Revenants Chapter, known for their brooding natures, surprisingly low civilian death tolls, and their borderline heretical ideas about just how fucked the Big Man in the Golden Throne truly is.

Here he is chilling outside his house. Just a long-legged lad, resting up in-between shooting people in the face.



(That dent in his helmet, by the way? Authentic battle damage, incurred during a legendary duel with the dog.)

Sunday, 28 April 2024

The Men Thousand

A book of BETRAYAL?


More like Games Wokeshop, am I right?

It's a lazy Sunday, I just finished the draft of a new essay for the first Infinite Diversity, Finite Combinations book, and I'm in that rare situation of not having to spend my weekend working. So clearly, there's nothing for it but to wade into this month's Games Workshop controversy. After all, if the Daily Mail feels compelled to take a position on the arrival of female Custodes, surely anyone can.
Besides, as best as I can tell, literally everyone with an opinion on this is wrong, and we all know the value of correcting people on the internet.

Future History

A primer for the uninitiated. Warhammer 40,000 (40K) is both a game and a setting (which then contains other games). It was released in the 80s, but the modern iteration is a very different space-beast. It's not exactly unrecognisable from its beginnings, but so changed in form it might as well be considered a distinct entity, like a sapling in its first summer and a millennia-old oak tree.

40K is set in the forty-first millennium (hence the name), a time in which the galaxy is putatively controlled by a human civilisation known as the Imperium, a million-world empire more or less incapable of running itself effectively, under attack from all directions (including from within), and kept going only by barely-understood weapons from the distant past, and the sheer amount of fresh meat for the battlefield that seething trillions of people can allow for. Prime among the defenders of humankind are the Space Marines, troops chosen from the finest warrior cultures in the galaxy, and then genetically altered to become terrifying avatars of battle. Given the number of high-quality murder-makers that are selected to become Space Marines, only to fail the myriad trials involved in actually being handed a bolter (their signature weapon) and unleashed upon the galaxy, we can safely call Space Marines the best of the best, according to the important metric of "who will bisect the most people we dislike?".

The best of the best of the best, though, are the Adeptus Custodes. These are the Space Marines who guard the Imperial Palace on Terra, which houses the Emperor, without whom the Imperium cannot function (we'll skip over the ins and outs of that). Given this uniquely grave charge, the Adeptus get the best aspirants and the best gene-code trickery available, so as to keep Big Daddy Human (as it would be punishable by death to call him) safe from the various forms of nastiness which stalk the stars.

Space Marines have been around basically as long as 40K itself, though like the broader setting, there's very little to link their original conception to what we have today (see below). The Custodes have gone through an even greater change over the years, and it's worth noting that, unlike the Space Marines, it was quite some time before they were considered as anything beyond a footnote in the setting. Think of how Trek's Gorn change between "Arena" and Strange New Worlds, and you get a sense of how much you could just consider them two totally different concepts, which happen to have the same name.

1986

Right. History lesson over, almost. The current furore is rooted in the fact that, for the whole of the setting's forty-odd year history, every single Custodes (as well as every single Space Marine) has been male. This is about to stop being the case.

This has made an awful lot of people unhappy, and that unhappiness has made an awful lot of other people unhappy.

As I say, pretty much all of them are wrong.

Squid Gets Cancelled

Let's kick off with the position that will most annoy the people I usually agree with. To make use of an old meme, my most right-wing opinion is that not liking changes to the canon of your favourite franchises is perfectly reasonable, even when those changes are correcting damaging missteps. People care about the fictional worlds they're invested in, and that's entirely fine, actually. Every time some franchise announces some big shake-up in the canon, there's a cadre of smug trolls that takes to the internet to yell "NONE OF IT IS REAL", as though everyone upset thought they'd been watching a documentary on time travelling face-swappers, or whatever. We can talk about what changes are worth getting het up over, and which aren't (this one is clearly the latter). We can discuss the importance of canon consistency when compared to other considerations (say, for example, choosing to actively challenge the misogynistic gate-keeping that has made Games Workshop fans a by-word for sexism for almost half a century). But the central idea that fictional coherence isn't automatically worthless is pretty much unassailable, even if you're the type of person who finds it of no value to themselves.

That's if such people even exist. I have my doubts. If they do, there's a hair's breadth between them, and those who respond to every complaint about lazy writing or inconstant characterisation in genre fiction can't matter, because "you're watching a show with aliens/dragons/vampires in it!". Which is to say, it's a ridiculous idea, based entirely on pretending subjective preferences can be subject to objective metrics, which only the people disagreeing with you are failing to use. No thanks.

And this is all by way of saying that the claim that bigotry is the only reason this latest change might bug someone is a ridiculous overstatement, of the kind that just makes actually figuring out where someone is going wrong in their thinking all the tougher to pin down. There are any number of rest stops between the end-points of "You immediately embrace this change or you're a bigot" and "Thank the God Emperor the Daily Mail is calling out this wokerati nonsense", and I'm more interested in exploring that scale than I am squatting at the end closer to my own position.

Happily, this position in itself is only a few minutes drive down the highway to the Daily Mail Island Ferry Crossing. I'll just keep going a little longer before I start calling down the bombs in the direction I'm facing. A weaker form of the "you must be a bigot" argument is that, if you're upset by this change, but perfectly fine with all the others within the setting (and there have been so, so many over the decades), that suggests you're just using concerns about consistency as camouflage for being a misogynist.

Now, it's important we note that this argument is, in fact, absolutely true. What it isn't, is all that useful, because it's damn hard to actually find anyone without a significant corpus of publicly available writing on 40K that you can level it against. Such people do exist, and some of them are absolutely fucking awful, but in general, it's impossible to tell whether you're reading a given person's complaints about all of this because they're uniquely wound up by no longer excluding women, or because this particular gripe is being deliberately amplified by those determined to keep public focus on the culture war, rather than the incoming collapse of civilisation*. 

Exterminatus, Rightward

Phew. That was uncomfortable. Back to my standard beat of beating the right. All the previous section adds up to, really, is an argument it's not super-useful to blame people for their internal feelings on canon change. What we can and should hold people responsible for how the internal is allowed out. Because yes, actually complaining about female Custodes genuinely is a shitty thing to do. The flip-side of it being unreasonable to berate someone for how they feel is that a distinction must exist between what we feel, and what we say about what we feel. No matter how much worst-faith trolls insist objecting to what they say is indistinguishable from policing what they think, there are any number of positions it's not worth caring that people might hold, so long as they keep them to themselves.

No, not liking the idea of female Custodes is not, in itself, evidence of any deep-seated prejudice against women. Choosing to express that dissatisfaction is another matter entirely, though. Doing that means making the conscious decision to lend support to an organised mob of quite astonishingly awful people, who are dedicated make this country even worse for anyone not a wealthy cis-het white man to live in, and you're doing it because you can't keep your opinions to yourself (he says, writing a couple of thousand words on a Sunday about what he thinks about what other people think about what other other people think). Regardless of why you don't like the idea of female Custodes, the decision to air that opinion is not a politically neutral act. We're in a war here, and it's solipsistic in the extreme to not recognise the fact that, if you're giving rhetorical support to someone's enemy, they can and will judge you for that.

Secondly, while I'm all for arguing that everyone gets to decide for themselves which changes bother them, it shouldn't be ignored that female Custodes aren't some great betrayal of previously encoded lore; it's just an expansion into negative space. Yes, we haven't heard of a female Custodes before. So what? Absence of evidence is not evidence of absence. You might have assumed the fact we never saw a female Custodes means such a thing is impossible, but again, that's your problem, and people are right to call you out over it.

Some objectors, presumably having figured out how tenuous their textual case is, have tried to get around this by decrying the concept of female Custodes being ridiculous in itself. "Space Marines are the strongest humans, and men are stronger than women!" First of all, fuck all TERFs and their biological essentialism bullshit. The idea that no group of aspiring Space Marines could ever contain a woman capable of holding her own strength-wise is, if not obviously false, certainly not obviously true,  not to the point where insisting it must be so doesn't mark you out as an arsehole. There are around a million Marines in the galaxy at any one time, and it's been that way for ten millennia. You want me to believe zero women ever had the biceps to qualify for service? Please.

Second, the people who get tapped on the shoulder to get themselves on the space-roids aren't the strongest warriors; they're the best ones.  It should be inescapably clear that the two are not equivalent. Speed, endurance, strategy, instinct, temperament all have to figure into the equation for finding your superior stabbers, too. For God's sake, even the Orks** recognise that you can't just win through being brutal; you got to have yourself some cunnin' too, which makes the argument that Space Marine=strongest less nuanced than the philosophy of a species invented to parody drunken 80s football hooligans. Kudos.

(There's also the fact that most aspirants are chosen while still teenagers, or even slightly younger. This raises all sorts of questions I don't think we should start poking at, but it certainly means physical strength cannot possibly be the only, or even dominant, consideration in play.)

Thirdly, and most importantly, there's the Primaris issue. Again, as a primer for newcomers to all this, seven years ago the fictional 40K world saw the arrival of a brand new and significantly better process for genegineering Space Marines. The new marines were called "Primaris", the old retrospectively named "Firstborn". Out in the real, this was pretty clearly done to bring the Space Marine line into, well, line with all the others. The move from metal to plastic as the most common miniature material had allowed every other army in the range to supersize their models, which rather muted the visual impact of the still-dinky Space Marines; not what you want for your army of towering supermen. 

What's important from our perspective, though, is that any lore-based justifications for a lack of female Space Marines (and the article I link to above suggest they did exist) could now be swept away. Female Space Marines were now fully possible in a way no-one could claim "broke the rules" (they could say the new rules were rubbish, of course, but people say that literally every time GW does anything, and so far they've weathered each tsunami of dissatisfaction).

And GW whiffed. The new Marines were just as much an all-boys club as those that went before, for what seems to have been no other reason beyond cowardice. This move toward female Custodes, then, is properly viewed as an attempt to rectify that mistake, using an army that's less popular than the Space Marines, and therefore will cost the company less if the existence of women really does drive away a host of punters***.

Cowards, as I say. But what this means is that the actual battlefield this controversy is being fought on isn't canon versus diversity. It's the fact GW had the option to serve both those considerations at the same time, and didn't, because it was too chickenshit to risk its golden goose.

That's the actual question at the heart of all this. Not "does the lore allow for female Custodes"?  While watching GW take a hyper-prudent and milquetoast approach to diversity by violating an extremely minor point of canon, rather than doing better for both diversity and canon by actually giving us women Primaris marines, which part of that bothers you more?

Because yes, I'm not going to call you names if both bits bum you out. If disrespecting lore annoys you more than disrespecting ladies, though? Maybe bigotry really was your problem all along.



* The similarity between shitrags like the Mail and 40Ks own brand of fact-impervious McCarthyist propagandists, dealing with the slow death of their ever-shrinking realm by insisting people just need to hate those different from them a bit harder, should not go unnoticed here.

**A 40K alien race that cares only about getting into the largest fights possible as often as possible, and which actually get stronger and bigger the more fights they win.

*** Actually, there are women in the Custodes army already. They're just not allowed to be super-strong, instead being mutants of a kind described in the lore as "soulless", and who each take a vow of silence. It's not hard to see why this hasn't been considered sensitive or sufficient female representation.

Friday, 1 March 2024

Friday 40K: A Banner Year

 Got round to finishing my Dark Angels Ancient. Behold: Old Steven.


Standard uber-simple paint job, this one, to fit in with the rest of the now 44-year old army. I did a bit of shading on the robes and seals, just because there's so much cloth and parchment that the miniature would look too flat otherwise.

Here's the bannerlad with my Captain and Company Champion. How he'll be slotted into the army structure is currently undetermined. Frankly, I'm struggling to be bothered, given how obnoxious the 10th Edition has been so far in terms of Firstborn marines. I was bang on in December when I predicted the incoming round of codexes would further buggerify my greenest boys. Deep-sixing some of the Firstborn datasheets was probably inevitable, and it's only my four servitors which are now completely unusable, with no "counts as" equivalent. It's the ludicrous restrictions on unit sizes and war gear that's pissed me off. Enforcing ten-men Tactical Squads already meant my Razorback could only carry a Devastator or Command Squad; now Command Squads have gone too, replaced by "Company Heroes" which aren't allowed in Razorbacks.

Even more bafflingly, Company Hero squads must include an Ancient and Company Champion (the latter of which cannot be fielded in any other way) plus exactly two veterans, one of which must have a heavy bolter.

I'm actually quite lucky, given all these ridiculous constraints. I can move the lascannon marine I used to have in my Command Squad to my nine-man squad, and swap my melta-gun veteran for a heavy bolter marine from a different squad. A quick paining session to add/remove the orange trim I use to denote veterans, and I'll have an army that's entirely useable aside from the servitors (and presuming no-one refuses to accept my Bikers as Outriders or Land Speeders as Storm Speeders). Honestly, though, I'm just struggling to justify even such minimal effort. It just feels like I'm going to be wasting more and more of my hobby time trying to rearrange my armies so they just about remain playable, rather than actually painting cool things that make me happy.

Bah.

Friday, 22 December 2023

Friday 40K: The Best I Can Do

The second half of this year has been absolutely miserable for painting, lads. I've averaged one miniature a month, all of them from my oldest two armies, meaning the colour schemes on them are extremely limited. Here, for the sake of contractual obligation, are two Dark Angels Tactical Marines.


Technically painted, I'm sure we can all agree. Fun fact, I only had these on my paint station because I needed them to make my army codex compliant for 9th Edition. By the time I'd finished them, we were on to 10th Ed, and a whole new set of ways in which what I have isn't fully usable. I've dutifully started a Dark Angels Ancient (current name: Old Steven), but I can't imagine being very far along with him at all before the new codex means another set of bullshit changes.

Also complete is the only unit I both started and finished this year: four bases of 'Nid Rippers.


So tiny! So bitey! They'll nom your world because there's, like, LOADS of them.

Two marines; twenty rippers. But which is best? There's only one way to tell! FIGHT!


(Ah, actually I'm being told you can also tell who's best through a series of "point scores" through which all models in Warhammer 40,000 can be compared. Ludicrous.)

Friday, 16 June 2023

Friday 40K: Strikes And Strike Forces

Good morning, humans. It's a strike day today, so what better time to show you what's passed across my paint desk recently. Somehow I've found time amid all the exam board/student support jobs in the last three weeks (done at half pay, no less) to finish the last ten Orks from the Assault On Black Reach Boyz Mob. Very proud of these; if they're not the best squad I've ever painted, they're surely in the top five.



Here's all eighteen of the emerald hooligans, all of them desperate to kick yer zoggin' teef in.


Also, we once again Compare and Contrast, with my latest 'Nid Warrior painted like it's 1996. He's simple, he's bold, he's got a ludicrous gun in ludicrous colours. Ah, nostalgia.


One last picture I wanted to show you: I've finally gotten every one of my painted miniatures into glass display cases at the new(ish) house. The wider cases are for 40K, with the smaller cases being taken up by Warhammer, Dreadfleet, Battlefleet Gothic, Space Hulk, and Talisman figures (along with some spare 40K scenery).


Pretty proud of this set-up, even if a miscalculation regarding plastic pegs caused one of the shelves to fall, taking out three Blood Angels Strike cruisers and nine assorted System Defence installations on the way down. That was a sombre day at Casa del Calamari, I must tell you.