#cw: indoctrination
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Felicitations, comrade! We had our session 0 for the IGF campaign im running, and one of my players wants to be a moonlighter pirate "infiltrating" Hell's Gate militia. He was initially thinking of being affiliated with the Hell Hounds, which for obvious reasons would present some challenges. Do you have any advice for making this happen, what with the very first mission putting him up against his true boss? I dont know that he'd have enough time to have truly built up camraderie with the rest of the SRT to truly make his character have conflicted loyalties.
I mean, he'd have to have been with the militia a while to build up enough trust to be seriously considered for the SRT.
But moreover, let me tell you what being a Hell Hound is like.
CW: psychological and physical abuse
So one thing I want to make it clear that the Hell Hounds are basically an incel cult without the weird gender-sexual overtones. I imagine there ARE women and enbies who join it but in essence Andros Capella is a creepy weirdo who preys on disaffected, primarily male youth with no prospects and indoctrinates them into his worldview of nihilistic violence.
Andros doesn't really have a philosophy, or at least not one that he could describe in words (and even if he could, he wouldn't), but it could be summed up as "the weak exist solely to create things for the strong to take." You are worthy of having things if you are strong enough to take them, but only so long as you're strong enough to keep them.
The closest political ideology I could ascribe to him would be "stateless fascism." Andros is certainly sadistic, devoid of empathy and believes himself to be supreme, but he's too intellectually lazy to bother engaging in justifying why he's supreme. He makes the most basic of naturalistic arguments (i.e. "this is just the way the world works") but feels it's beneath him to actually justify or provide evidence for his claims.
He hates the minutiae of day-to-day life, and derives no joy from anything that doesn't involve someone else's discomfort or pain. He will steal your food for the sheer thrill of having taken something that you wanted to eat, but he won't enjoy eating it because he despises the physical sensations of chewing and swallowing.
And if you are a Hell Hound who, god forbid, enjoys something, he will bully the shit out of you. He will verbally and physically abuse you until you learn to hate the thing you liked just to make the pain stop.
Lemme tell you what the average night on Fort Cerberus looks like when you're not on a raid: you and a couple hundred other sick fucks lurk around the corridors drinking and gambling but you sure as hell better not actually look like you're having fun because you're all desperately trying to avoid becoming the bossman's next chew toy.
Some poor fuck catches Andros' eye. You're not sure what for, but from the sounds of things he might've been counting his poker winnings too loud. He gets a hand on his shoulder from the big man, who tells him that he's being too selfish - gotta learn to share a bit more, yeah? Now, way Andros sees it, guy's got ten fingernails that he's keeping all to himself, so here's a set of pliers - redistribute.
You jeer along with the rest of the room, loud enough to drown out his screams, because you're so very, very relieved that it isn't you. But you fuck up. You look a little bit too enthusiastic, perhaps, or maybe it's the opposite, maybe you weren't forcing it enough. Either way, the bossman's eyes land on you and your blood turns to ice in your veins.
"You," he says. "C'mere."
The room is dead silent all of a sudden, quiet enough that the pitiful whimpering of the first guy, (currently on his second thumbnail) is the only sound you can hear. You walk over, as a prisoner does to the place of execution.
He takes your hands, inspecting your fingernails, and then your hands, then your arms. "No ink yet? You not pulling your weight? Am I payin' to feed a fuckin' leech?"
You say you're not a leech.
"Those pricks over at the Gate are gettin' too clever. Learning too quick. Gettin' the jump on us too many times. I want someone over there learnin' what they know. You 'avin' no ink makes you a good choice. They'd sniff out any of these boys in a second, they would, but not you. You look soft. Don't he look soft, boys?"
The room jeers at you just as you jeered at the first guy (he's on his ninth nail, now, and his throat is so hoarse he can't make sounds anymore). You try your best to remain composed.
"Normally soft'd be fuckin' worthless. But soft'll let you blend right in with the Gaters."
So, to avoid whatever horrific torture he's currently ideating, you agree. The next time they go out on a raid, they pick a ship full of people who don't know each other and slip you in with the passengers when nobody's looking. You don't go to Hell's Gate directly - you do a couple of hops through the Thousand Habs, just to throw off suspicion.
You sue for residency on the station as a refugee from a failed habitat. They give you your own cabin, and they make sure you're fed and clothed. You smirk to yourself - they really are as soft as Andros said they'd be; they have food and water and clothes and they're just giving them away!
You don't have all that many marketable skills, so after a few rotations scrubbing air filters, you apply to take the militia aptitude test. You try to play it down so they don't get suspicious, but if nothing else you're a damn good pilot, so you get fast-tracked. These fucking idiots just give you a mech! God, it's gonna be so easy to tear them apart from the inside.
They put you in a team. You train together, building up hours in the simulators. Then something weird happens. They... trust you? They want to... spend time with you, outside the simulators. They want to drink with you, play games with you, hear about your life. Well, is it more suspicious if you say no? You have to maintain your cover.
You don't always fit in well. Sometimes you crack jokes that are... a little unpleasant, a little off, a little worrying, and you learn to bite those down because it's bad for your cover. You also have this odd air about you, like you're constantly on guard, like you're waiting for the other shoe to drop (like somebody's gonna make you rip your fingernails out if you're too happy). People figure you must've gone through some trauma and are kind stupid enough not to pry.
You feed information about the militia back to Andros - carefully, so as not to blow your cover. Some members of your team get hurt - nobody dies, but they get hurt. You feel... bad. Why do you feel bad? They're soft, they're weak, they don't mean anything. They're not your real friends. You don't have any friends.
Months pass. Jerry says he wants to tap your team for a long-standing project he's working on. This is your chance. Sabotaging this will prove to Andros that you're strong, that you're not weak, that you're not a leech, that you can pull your weight.
Sure, a bunch of your team will have to die. The only people who've ever put their trust in you, the only people who've ever believed in you. But that's fine, right? They don't mean anything, they're not real people, right? They're idiots for trusting you, right? They deserve it, right?
Right?
... right?
#lancer#lancer rpg#lancerrpg#lancer-rpg#in golden flame#cw: abuse#cw: injury#cw: indoctrination#cw: violence#cw: cults
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Finding something cool and thematically rich and wanting to see what other people think abt it and all I find is shipping
#I probably should check other places before tumblr then if I want a more productive discussion abt the piece of media I guess#the movie is about war and fascism and indoctrination… can we talk abt this film thru a lens other than shippability please#cw flashing
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Fr bro I love your energy! Noritoshi is so pretty and so criminally underrated. Keep up the good work in making more of us lusting publicly for him. You've done amazing job! That boy well-deserved it :)
tysm!! I try to open the eyes of the public to his qualities. join my cult yall, Noritoshi is so good listen to me.
but on the topic of energy, whether you're high or low energy, Noritoshi loves it. the only difference is how he reacts to it.
Let's say you're low energy or prefer subtlety in your affection..
Noritoshi will initiate first! ..after a while... in his own way.... He needs to gather enough courage and collect his thoughts properly, then hes good to go! He prefers more subtle displays of affection too, but if needed he'll be blunt about it. He'll learn to adapt to slightly teasing remarks, going as far as to banter and tease back, moreover he's just very loving. So loving it can be embarrassing from time to time because of how intense the atmosphere can get.. the best way he can be described here is princely.
A small smile forms on Noritoshi's lips when he feels you're around. He turns to you, already memorizing each and every quirk you have so that he doesn't waste any time setting his sights on you again. His hands reach out to tug on your sleeve as he looks at you with a gaze so needy you can practically tell what he's about to ask. "May i hold your hand?"
His voice comes so smooth that if you didn't know him, you would've missed the twinge of desperation it carried. You couldn't help yourself, you shook your head, a mischievous grin slowly creeping onto your lips at the sight of Noritoshi's pouted lip. Of course he'd do as you say even if it was clearly unfair, but not without some complaints.
He clicks his tongue, a quiet mutter of "cheeky.." escapes under his breath. He knows you do this on purpose to mess with him, he was tempted to beg a little, but decided against it. it was an embarrassing thought to begin with. Seriously, how mean can someone be to make a guy think like this? ..Extremely, if the guy's pouting is cute enough!
Noritoshi lifts his hand to his chin, thinking of the many ways he can try to get around this obstacle you cruelly placed in front of him. He leans in close, hovering next to you as he usually does when he thinks. He faces you as who knows what goes on in his head, his closed eyes not even giving you a hint as to what he could be thinking. "Ah, pardon me, I got lost in thought. I suppose i can keep my distance, so long as you keep looking at me with that charming gaze of yours."
Ah, so he was just winding up for a pick up line. How lame, but.. get used to it. He's going to shadow behind you the entire day with more one liners like that unless you shut him up yourself.
Wait.. was that his plan?
The faint sly smirk tugging on the corner of Noritoshi's lips and the warm hue on the apple his of cheeks are all you need to figure out the rest.
If you're high energy or prefer more blunt methods of affection..
Noritoshi gets overwhelmed and flustered from such raw approaches from you that he comes off as a bit rude. It's only because you make his heart so full that he needs to shut you down or else he'll do something embarrassing!! He wants to impress you, of course he enjoys your advances very much, but it's not very slightly to see someone like him act like a crushing school girl!! or so he thinks.
Noritoshi yelps in surprise as you snake your hands around his waist from behind. He doesn't push you away or even move for that matter, he's frozen stiff. Is he still alive? Like any good lover would, you benevolently press your ear against his back to listen for a heart beat.
..You didn't hear anything until the sound of Noritoshi sharp inhale came through. That was unexpected, but it works. He squirmed a little, seemingly trying to shrug you off but quickly giving up, accepting the fact that you've got him trapped. "You imbecile, e-enough of this!" he scolded, though he made no actual effort to stop you.
Noritoshi remains stiff for the most part, but looking at the back of his increasingly flushing neck reassures you that he is, indeed, alive. He's just being stubborn! Not turning or even a greeting, just rude name calling again! You raise one hand and place it over his heart to hold him tighter in your embrace.
As expected, its practically pounding against his chest. He swats your hand away and finally turns back to you with those cute furrowed brows and rosy cheeks. "You're such a bully, you know that?" he huffs out, any semblance of sternness failing to take effect as his jutted bottom lip quivers.
Mercifully, you finally let go and spare him by not pointing out the quiet whine he let out. He stumbles forward and turns around to face you fully, trying to keep an eye out for any more of your stunts while he catches his breath. He felt so dizzy from being in your arms, if he were held for a moment longer, he surely would've melted right then and there.
Noritoshi's hands trembled as he smoothed out his clothes, his mouth opening and closing as any and all words died in his throat. He wanted to yell at you for being so forward, for giving him no chance to prepare, for letting go of him, for a lot of things..! Yet he just pouted as he tried to calm the flush on his face.
His hands instantly whipped up in front of him when he noticed you took a step towards him. He can't handle another display of affection right now, he'll go weak at the knees! But how can you hold back when he's just so damn cute?
The most likely outcome is a mixture of both with a heavy leaning towards one. Either way, you're very right!! He's extremely pretty.
#noritoshi#kamo noritoshi#noritoshi kamo#noritoshi x reader#kamo noritoshi x reader#noritoshi kamo x reader#ezralva#cw: shotty writing from an amateur writer who is desperate for you to see his vision and why hes frothing at the mouth over a guy#could you feel the yandere undertones. i couldnt help myself. sue me#basically you give him enough time to gather his rizz if youre low energy but jumpscare the fuck out of him if youre high energy#and you know how he handles jumpscares according to this cult#heh#oh and you got me kicking my feet and shit bro#lusting publicly for him.... i couldnt word it better myself#thats the entire reason for having a cult and indoctrinating the public. ty my beloved cult member#BUT YEAH. LIKE I HAVE TOO MUCH ENERGY AND BRAIN POWER DEDICATED TO THIS MAN#I GOTTA INFECT OTHERS CAUSE HES SO. RIPS OFF MY FACE#TYSM FOR THE COMPLIMENT. I EAT THOSE UP MORE THAN ANYTHING. I LOVE YOU BRO#GOD HE *****DOES***** DESERVE ALL THE LOVE AND ATTENTION FUCK. HES SO!!!!!!!!! //PUNCHES MYSELF
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Good evening Tord fandom
#eddsworld#tord eddsworld#tord ew#cw gun#slowly becoming an eddsworlder i think one of my friends indoctrinated me
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Radfem and terf ideology is just nazism for cis women
#how the balls do i tag this post.#cw nazi#cw terf#okay but seriously people get indoctrinated into these ideals and believe they are just when in reality they speak nothing but hatred#its saddening really and I fucking hate it#scalie.txt#dragonthescalie#i should make a tag for all my political posts tbh draggys getting very political recently#feels wrong to just put all of them under scalie.txt even though theyre my thoughts#and before people say it yes i know naziism has done way more damage than radfem ideals have theyre both two evils#got tired of people pointing out the obvious and edited the post#terfs eat shit#nazis eat shit too
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TEASER FOR MY NEW EP COMPO2022-2023 OUT NOW :DDD
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#bandcamp#soundcloud#juke#footwork#techno#furry music#music#my music#anthro music#oc:anchor#my art#flashing imagery cw#v#SoundCloud#drum and bass#dnb#drum n bass#oc: anchor#INDOCTRINATED#furry#anthro
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It's eight in the fucking morning in my time zone Amane why
(T2) Q9: What does love mean to you?
Who asked that?! You knew it was going to go horrendously wrong! You had to have known how much emotional pain Amane would inflict by answering this!
Amane: To spread mercy without limits
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[Magic]
But it’s not scary at all, because it’s love
I can really think it’s great. See isn’t it a great thing?
"It" being, you know, getting punished and tortured.
Mercy. It's mercy. Being judged. Being punished. Because she's weak and sinful and horrible and an Animal and-
[Magic]
Only if, only if, only if I could be a good girl
I hope, I hope everyone can be happy and smile
Forever, forever together would be a dream
Because Amane doesn't deserve happiness, does she? She doesn't deserve a second chance or an opportunity to change, because she's awful and horrible and how dare she want to eat cake, how dare she show compassion and put a little napkin on a cat's leg, how dare she get something wrong and not be perfect at all times and how dare she not know exactly what the people who love her so so much don't want her to do. Come on, she's fucking 12, surely she shouldn't make any mistakes ever no matter what.
[Purge March]
If you become a bad girl, monsters will come out
This is the magic that stops that from happening
Can't you see how horrible she is? If she eats cake or goes to an amusement park or dares to be a child, then horrible horrible things will happen. She's so ruinous and corrupt and sinful, can't you see the damage she causes?
That's why it's mercy, you see? Because if they punish her and teach her how wrong she is for having any desires of her own ever, then she can change and be better and be a good girl! See, she's such a good girl! She doesn't even complain when she's electrocuted and drowned and beaten and- because she knows running away from pain is sinful and horrible and how dare she want to be safe and healthy, but by getting punished she can change and become better! She can reach paradise! She has to live like this, she needs to repent for her sins, because she can't bear the thought of having regrets when she dies because she's always so close she needs to be good and now because what if the next time they don't pull her head out of the water until her heart stops beating-
They could give up on her entirely and just put down this sick animal like a cat, but they don't! Because they love her! See, they're merciful! Because they haven't given up on the horrible monster that *gasp* put a napkin on a cat's leg! That can only mean they're being merciful. They still have hope she can discard her entire personality and become the perfect little girl who never does anything wrong.
And she loves them too, you know. That's why she needs to show them when they're wrong. That way their souls can be saved. She can't hate, because hating someone is selfish and horrible and she doesn't deserve the ability to hate. To not punish them would be giving up on them, that wouldn't be very merciful, would it? So she needs to show them when they did something wrong.
Her mother killed a cat, she broke the rules, she broke her vows. She wasn't strong enough to control her urges. So now Amane needs to show her mercy by accepting her weakness and fixing her. And oh, what's this? She's begging Amane to stop? That's weakness too, you know, you're not supposed to run away from punishment. So Amane will have mercy on her by punishing her for that, too.
Maybe once she stops moving, she'll go to heaven instead of hell like the sinful blasphemer unforgiving monster unrepentant sadist Amane hates her so much die die die disappear she is. Isn't Amane just so merciful?
I have so many more thoughts. I just- I can't, I can't put them in order right now. I probably got things wrong in this manifestation of my sadness, I don't have the mental power to think properly right now. She's just- Amane, audhgigcmNULÑkl m
#cw child abuse#cw cults#cw indoctrination#i am so hurt#i am so sad#i am enranged at her parents#i am not normal#i am not well#i am crying i am anl kasfjn i#milgram#amane momose
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“We want to protect kids from indoctrination”, says the party that:
- argues in favor of hitting kids for “disrespect” [definition may vary]
- treats anyone who isn’t humping a flag 24/7 or has any complaints about the country as a traitor
- has no problem with kids pledging to said flag every morning at school, or the inclusion of “under god” in that pledge starting in 1954 as a direct result of the second Red Scare
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I've come to a mortifying interpretation of events that. Rumi claims to not have a sex cult, but I mean in text goes around basically having a sex cult.. And clearly eyes up other characters, like they do it to Thanatos. And I... Okay, so Rumi asks Peter if Exandroth comes out during sex. And Rumi asks Exandroth directly afterwards if she loves them. And then Peter and Rumi proceed to have sex, but also *Exandroth* and Rumi have sex.. And then Exandroth just proceeds to leave Peter alone afterwards? For no apparent reason? So basically my questions is WAS THIS THE FUCKING SEX CULT. WAS THIS 5D CHESS.
RUMI DID YOU *FUCK* EXANDROTH TO MANIPULATE HER. RUMI DID YOU FUCK EXANDROTH SO GOOD HE AGREED TO LEAVE PETER ALONE FOR AN ENTIRE FIGHT.
RUMI DID YOU INDOCTRINATE EXANDROTH INTO YOUR FUCKING SEX CULT--
#📚 my posts#📌 thoughts#say it isnt true. say you didnt plan to fuck exandroth so you could indoctrinate her. that would be fucked up rumi.#you wouldnt go out of your way to fuck the angel right? you wouldnt stoop THAT low to get your way#like hahahah you wouldnt do that right rumi?#FFS WHY DOES IT ALWAYS COME BACK TO THE SEX CULT#RUMIRACLE ME IM SHAKING YOU VIOLENTLY#cw caps#for the record i have a different interpretation that is not this
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|| HC- Loyalty (Freminet) ||
At the end of the day, Freminet’s true loyalty lies with Lyney and Lynette instead of “Father”.
He may be grateful towards her: she is the reason he even met them both, the reason behind his knowing the truth of what happened to his mother and his subsequent resolve to protect all the others from harm, but they are the ones who truly placed in the effort to make Freminet feel like a part of their family. As long as he can be together with the twins, he knows that he will be okay. There’s no question about it. He will choose to follow them time after time.
It is suspected that Arlecchino knows this too. With how charismatic Lyney is both within the Hearth and with members of the general public, it is advantageous to keep someone like that close. Grooming Lyney into her successor not only instills her level of control over him either via conditioning his thoughts or keeping an eye on his actions (but by extension the others as well), thereby ensuring they would never be in a position to betray her.
Where Freminet is concerned feelings wise, he treasures his family a lot. But there are moments in which he subconsciously compares himself to them and feels the pangs of insecurity, much like an outsider looking in on their close bond.
That is when he takes to withdrawing, despite their efforts to make him feel included, until he can feel less ashamed of his own feelings. One can assume that this makes him susceptible to manipulation; how discord can be easily sewn by twisting his perspective on them, yet Freminet is not as naive as he seems.
And should there ever come a day where Lyney wants to break out of Arlecchino’s control, Freminet will defend him to his last breath.
#charac: freminet#grooming cw#[i have many thoughts on how Arlecchino grooms the children. and yes. it is grooming/indoctrination regardless of how u look at it.]#[grooming doesnt need the 'sexual' element like people usually think. i can break things down further but it doth b a triggering subject]#[the hearth itself is a stage. they are all actors to others and with themselves too. there are so many secrets. and an implicit threat#/understanding to never bite the hand that feeds]#manipulation cw#[part of the reason as to why i hesitate to write her is bc i dont think i can do it justice if i avoid touching on these things/perspectiv
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the callousness some of you talk about anorexics and victims of thinspo culture with is really disappointing
#how dare impressionable teens get indoctrinated into a cult of self harm and then regurgitate those ideas#ed cw#thinspo cw
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re lrb a huge portion of the zionist propaganda i have personally seen posted like on facebook and insta and stuff is concentrated very specifically on denying the concept of the innocent palestinian civilian. mostly just trying to manufacturing consent for the death of children. videos will be like “look at these palestinian 6 year olds saying how much they hate jews the entire population has been sadly brainwashed irreparably nothing to be done.” or that Fucking golda meir quote thats like “maybe we’ll forgive The Arabs for killing our sons but it’ll be harder to forgive them for ~forcing us to kill their sons~”. or stuff about how they’re Forced to bomb hospitals and schools human shields etc. most entrenched zionists really are not hemming and hawwing about history most of the time… They dont care that they’re killing innocent people whatsoever like it doesnt convince them because they just dont care. They consider it utterly acceptable in their moral calculus. i dont even think most of the time it’s that they dont see palestinians as people, they might, they see them as people deserving of death
#islamophobia cw#fffffucking. awesomeee#i think this is probably more indicative of like zionist indoctrination and ccommunity thought policing than anything#like the way you genuinely have to be culty about it because the evil is so overwhelming. idk#In that sense it’s like i dont know how there could be a workable solution to destroying zionism as an ideology#like clearly judaism and zionism are not intrinsic to one another but many jews think they are#Basically everythings fucked
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What hurts most about Orin is how dedicated and devoted she is, but that Devotion didn't save her in the end. She was born and bred to lead the Bhaalists to slaughter the world, but Durge just shows up one day with that as their purpose. And you find out all the figures Orin devoted herself to did not give a SHIT about her. Her mother was willing to kill her for a chance to be Bhaal's favorite. Sarevok didn't care which daughter survived, so long as one did and the one who survived served Bhaal fully.
And Orin thought Sarevok worshipped her!! He had her wrapped around his finger.
If you tell her about the kill order AND that Sarevok is not just her grandfather, but also her father, that's actually the moment where she breaks and Bhaal has to force her into Slayer form so be doesn't lose her too.
It really is a tragedy. Like no matter what, she has to die. There is no saving her. But she IS what Durge could have become if their brain hadn't been savaged to the point Bhaal has to start Durge Pavlovian Response Training all over again.
And all Orin wants to do is present what she does with beauty. She's an artist tied to a God that cares not for beauty, but for cold, violent death in droves & numbers.
Of the three Chosen, she is the one genuinely desperate for her God's favor, which just makes it even sadder that Bhaal doesn't give a fuck who his Chosen is, so long as they're a Bhaalspawn capable of bringing the world to its end.
And like imagine having a sibling & knowing a fight to the death is literally written into you in blood. 10 years prior, Gorion's Ward fought and lost their life to the other remaining Bhaalspawn. Durge and Orin are doomed to repeat it, but Durge was too blinded by hubris to see it imo. Durge thought Orin worshipped them like the rest.
I so badly wanted to give Orin the option to be spared, like I did with Ketheric, but she wouldn't be able to escape Bhaal like Durge can. Durge ultimately is only even able to escape if he takes back his blood, effectively removing Durge's chains and freeing them from his control. Orin would NOT have had that. Orin would have been punished similar to Durge in their bad resist ending.
And that just makes Orin even sadder to think about.
#bat plays bg3#im obsessed w orin she is actually my favorite of the three chosen#orin the red#incest cw#she's a rogue meant to be a bard tbh#and i think she would have been had she not been born into the cult and indoctrinated that way#her art could even still be super dark n shit#but as it is her passion has to be to serve bhaal first and foremost#everything else she does must be in service to him#including her art
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my thoughts and prayers go out to all palestinians, may the horrors end soon and the next generation never experience the same pain & fear amen 🙏🙏🙏
#i’m not arguing about it#bramblings#current events#uhh cw negativity / pestimism in the tags ig#this feels like nothing. i’m not even really helping#the world is ending for some people and i’m just. here#the mourning is never ending and i’m worried that the false israel will win#(calling it false bc the religious idea of israel has nothing to do with that country)#they have so much more funding and the indoctrination runs so fucking deep i pray for those people to be able to open their eyes and see#they’re being used to further genocide#ok end of ramblings i’m going to lay down now
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💭 !!
((HOo boy, I had fun - settling on a scene was tough though. With this blog's Solo pulling from the games and anime most, it's an interesting dance to incorporate as much lore from either media as possible, while fleshing out the details and making sense of it. I want to do Laplace too, but this ended up long enough, that I think I'll save that for a new post. This is a window into a particularly pivotal day for Solo, from long long ago.))
FLASHBACK: Aching eyes from bright sunlight that poured in through the pale-green air shuttle's sliding door, was the first greeting from this ground-dwelling destination to meet the passengers from Mu as they arrived for a diplomatic meeting that would inevitably unravel into unamusing discourse.
Solo followed from behind as the small crew of Mu officials ambled out onto a wide dusty circle. At 13 he was deemed mature and expected to take on the responsibilities of his noble position. Getting to know the world and involving himself in geopolitical discussions would be a start. But Mu’s tactician always wanted him to play along and read from a script; becoming furious if Solo changed any of the details.
It was too embarrassing to admit he hadn’t paid enough attention to what was happening between Mu and the tribes on the ground. But some of the things he’d had to say, never set well with him, and he at least knew from faces in the crowds that it didn’t set well with the tribes either. Mulling over that fact, Solo didn’t feel like involving himself this time, and the spectacle of this foreign town was enough to tempt him into skipping the day’s meeting altogether to go explore on his own; to get to know the people and sniff out some local treats.
The tactician; Mu’s master-planner, a tall old man, dressed darkly and with a hat like a tower on his head, flattened at the top, marched in front, expecting everyone to keep up with his long stride. He threw a few indignant sneers back at Solo for lagging behind, but didn’t waste any time waiting around.
Jagged megaliths with the visages of important people and revered animals; as though guarding the walkways, guided the visitors to a stone brick roadway populated by village-folk; merchants, carvers, toolmakers, and farmers all with their fare and animals to offer.
There was little hope of convincing the locals that Mu technology wasn’t all powered by some magic or divine force; even many of Mu’s people themselves still believed this. A small portion of the village dawned their most elaborate garb to dance, while musicians of woodwind and bone instruments played tunes almost magical in their own way. Such flamboyance was motivated by hopes of earning favor from their sky visitors, of course.
Each of the Mu officials strolled on, paying no heed to the garish ensemble, stopping only briefly to look back with steely eyes as they entered the tallest building for miles; a relic of stone architecture from a time when the floating continent of Mu was still rooted firmly in the ground; a mere hundred years prior. Newer construction surrounding it seemed oddly more primitive; distinguished by a framework of wood, mastodon tusks, and painted animal hides.
Rather than join his party inside, Solo took a turn on his own to walk further down the street. Breaking the sunlight induced glare, his eyes filled with wonder at the rocky scrublands, patched with temperate foliage and exotic flowers, then shifted to soaking in the sight of all the people; many of them thoroughly tanned, wrapped in lightweight yellow, green, orange, or red textiles, and leather garb. Camelids and barely tame village-dogs moseyed about the street, which narrowed, then broke off into a dead end marked by spiny overgrowth that trailed off in the direction of a distantly roaring waterfall from glacial melt.
As he kept his pace along the bustling street, the thought of moving aside for others hadn’t so much as cross his mind. In spite of the open airspace, the walkway was claustrophobic compared to the vast halls within the upper floors of Mu that he’d grown up in. Roughly brushing shoulders with folk disinterested in showing the noble Murian respect, however, struck Solo with the gut-wrenching sense that something had changed in the atmosphere; there was a rising tension distinctly in opposition to the affection, wonder, intrigue, and most importantly; respect, that his presence once garnered.
Suspicious and apprehensive eyes began to track his white-haired, ruby-eyed presence from all sides, and seemed to grow in number with every step. He had no choice but to stand out. Even the sheen of his perfectly angular earrings set him apart from the largely stone-age folk occupying this territory. Attempting to pay no mind to them, he chose a collection of produce to fixate on; legumes, wild grains, and various medicinal herbs sorted into piles atop mats, or stuffed into laboriously hand-woven baskets. The merchant’s most prized however, were dainty yellow-orange squash whose flowers had been hand pollinated to ensure a pure, sweeter new strain; a dozen of them to the side, clean and neatly ordered.
While small-scale efforts were made to farm on the floating continent, ground dwelling villages such as this one were agriculturally vital to Mu’s food line. Few peoples in the world had proven so dedicated to cultivating new resilient and appetizing crop varieties as here. It was both a necessity and a luxury Mu couldn’t afford to loose by getting into a war with.
“Give me your best one.”
Solo stiffly ordered, absentminded of his entitled tone; after all, why shouldn’t he want the best, when the best is what his people always seemed to expect of him? He was taken aback when the seller chided him for his complex, and refused to give him one unless he had something of value to offer, like his earrings, which was a definite no.
Unsettled, he made a silent turn, landing him unexpectedly in front of a much taller man, that suddenly reprimanded the young noble for his poor manners, sparking a whole onset of village-folk spitting their dissatisfaction with Mu in Solo’s general direction. Before anyone had even said a negative word, his innocent curiosity had already given way, replaced by a confused panic, that he fought to entirely conceal. Up to that point, he’d never personally encountered a crowd that would so readily turn on him; that would band together like this.
“You always get more than we could ever dream to ask for! Yet you have the nerve to want the best that we have!”
“You claim Mu is our security!? You threaten us with the very same power and weapons you claim to protect us with!”
“Do you even remember the villages that were burned for the sake of cooperation with Mu!? Or is that just another necessary sacrifice to you!?”
“The powers of Mu are unnatural! - This world would be better off without your kind, you monsters!”
Mu’s very recent exercise of dominance through displays of great destructive power across the world was likely to blame for igniting the sudden hostility. Offerings made to Mu that were once given out of love and hope of blessing, were now bribes for mere survival or an advantage over other tribes.
None took too kindly to being viewed as tools by much of the higher Murian caste. Some were bursting at the seams to make those feelings clear; viewing this moment as an opportunity to do so; to make a demonstration of one of Mu’s supposedly treasured individuals.
The now quite unpopular noble, snapped a reply,
“Isn’t that how the world works? - Those with power, get to make the rules! They can take what they want!”
Yet somehow, speaking only made him look more foolish to the crowd.
The fuss continued, yet fell into the background of Solo’s mind as an almost sly-looking young man, came within arm’s reach of the lone Murian, and with him, a few others trickled in to form a feisty-looking circle around their flustered visitor. Solo’s first instinct was to tuck his chin into the high teal turtleneck of his uniform, wishing he could just hide within an impenetrable shell, like some kind of turtle. Goading him on, the other young man questioned,
“So you think you can just do what you want huh?”
Without a second thought, Solo snapped back,
“Yes, I’ll do as I please.”
The other young man, keeping his smug cool, continued as though setting up some kind of hostile joke,
“Oh yeah, and what makes you so special?”
The Mu noble spewed whatever came to mind first, everything he said was going to be used against him at this point; but loosing his temper made it impossible to keep his mouth shut.
“The blood of Mu that courses through my veins!”
Swiftly came the interrogator's searing punchline,
“Mhm, and if that’s so valuable, maybe spilling it on the streets will finally pay for all the food and labor you’ve taken from my people!”
“Now tell me Mu child - If you really can see more than us with those unearthly eyes. Can you see this?”
Solo indignantly glanced around with puzzled frustration. But a mere second later the young man’s fist made a hard landing across the noble kid’s face. Enraged shock filled every ounce of Solo’s being, as he finally let out a sharp shout; though almost swallowing his own breath in the process,
“GAAAHH, I-I could take any of you on!”
The prompt response of the crowd was by no means reassuring for the loner in its middle. Someone interjected from behind,
“Shut up! Maybe you could. But not all of us together!”
With that, Solo felt his legs kicked out from behind. Others worked to keep him on the ground. As a soft faced wiry kid, Solo was tough, but against the gang surrounding him, he seemed more akin to a small bird surrounded by lions. They were rugged and strong, they knew they were always lifting more than their share of weight in this world.
The young Murian wasn’t ready for this; he wasn’t ready to just EM Wave change on a whim. Let alone, in the midst of such confusion. But enraged by the insults of the crowd, he used all his strength to prop himself back up with his arms, just to look them in the eyes.
“I’ll hunt you down! …I’ll-I’ll make you know what it really means to suffer!”
At that, they only beat him harder. Face to the bricks, Solo froze up completely, and by the time three thunderous shouts from the other Mu officials broke up the crowd, their child of Mu was already in a limp haze.
Solo hadn’t known true fear or suffering before this. It was his first taste; his first bite, and it made his stomach sick. No one had so much as asked him to think over the fate of the peoples that might’ve opposed Mu. The mere thought of opposing Mu was a pill so foreign, nothing could make him swallow it; they must have been enemies…
As the first of multiple incidents following a similar theme, Solo grew to immensely despise crowds.
Though word spread of decimated villages who opposed Mu’s total reign, many continued to view those of Mu as auspicious, brushing other tribe’s grievances off as rumors, or unconcerning to those that remained loyal to their empire.
However, Solo never got over the feeling that others could turn on him at any moment should Mu fail to ensure they felt blessed with fortunate harvests or secure infrastructure; or for that matter, any reason they wanted. Trusting others became an only barely surpassable obstacle for him.
… The reign of his people lasted only a mere three years after.
#This occurs in a somewhat ambiguous setting along one of the equatorial post-Ice Age cradles of civilization - in this au of earth#sorry my poor boy was indoctrinated by the late empire of Mu - he hasn't entirely recovered. actually he has a long way to go hehhh#((All my week is blocked off for work - But I'll get as much as I can in here; they’re relatively short shifts this time but I need sleeeep#fine to reblog#long post#Cw violence#mega man star force#[Flashback: window to the past]#I have this possibly off the wall headcanon that the game-verse Solo grew up on Mu but didn't remember it- like he has amnesia#and that his flashbacks are fragmented memories#Him living on the top floor is actually an idea pulled from the manga - so there's that little bit of influence lol#Anonymous#answered asks
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Sorry to post over myself so quickly but I need to talk about All Lives Matter and how absolutely disgusting I find them for their manipulative nature that lures people in who don't know better
Let's go back to 2016. I'm not even 11 years old yet and I have internet access for the first time. I'm a little white kid who's none the wiser about the true racial injustices still present in the world, and the only racism I know exists is some assholes out there that truly have no power. In short, I'm the easiest target that isn't racist yet. I can be sucked in and I can have my mind slowly poisoned with prejudice.
The first way ALM sucks you in is by its name. Black lives matter vs All lives matter. On its own, the statement that black lives matter doesn't negate other lives mattering. But when ALM introduces itself, it looks like BLM is claiming that black lives are the only ones that matter. That's how it looked to oblivious baby redtail. They use a nice phrase, that all lives matter, not just black ones, to catch you. Especially if you're white- you feel more included by them. It's a trick but it works.
The next thing they do is they start making up lies. They'll create strawmen of BLM, they'll use the extremists that may not even be real as the faces of the movement, claim BLM hates white people and they all want to kill white people, they paint the whole movement as a hate group. And none of it is true. When you're a smarter person, who understands fallacies and can really understand things, you see these tricks and you don't fall for it.
When you're a ten year old white kid, who has never been online before now and is unaware of systemic racism, you fall for it hook line and sinker.
ALM's next job is to slowly ease you into prejudice by spreading lies that start off not too blatantly bad about the black community. But it just gets worse and worse and the goal, eventually, is to turn people who entered as oblivious into racists.
What got me out, I don't remember, but it may have been some of the more blatant racists that I saw pretty early on before I could be eased into it. Or it might have been BLM supporters talking about how BLM doesn't believe other lives don't matter, they just want to shed light on the lives that are being threatened the most. Perhaps it was a mix of both.
The All Lives Matter movement is deceptive. It's not just for racists because they don't make it blatantly racist. They trap the people who are blind to real racism by seeming like the better group at first glance, by having a kinder name, and spreading misinformation. Then they shape you into someone who's racist, at without even noticing your prejudice at first. They'll use more lies, false evidence, and scare tactics. And it sucks that the people who can't spot their fallacies, and don't realize what they're doing, are kids. Kids who just got online and they don't know any better. Kids who are easy to influence into being racist if done right. Kids who lack the ability to see through fallacies and are likely to fall for them
Little red fell for it.
#all lives matter#alm#tw alm#tw all lives matter#cw all lives matter#blm#black lives matter#support blm#fuck alm#it's not the left indoctrinating kids#if alm folks see this fuck you!!
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