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Currently Fixated On: Baldur's Gate 3, Dragon Age, Coral Island, Warhammer 40K (Rogue Trader and more), Arcane, Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss, Fallout, Stardew Valley, Wrath of the Righteous, The Arcana
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Knight getting older… knight with a bit of grey coming in… knight who finds it a little harder to put on his armour and walk the castle… knight with old battle injuries and faded scars
very funny to me when people act like animal farm and 1984 are revolutionary anti government texts that the Powers That Be dont want you to read when they have literally been a part of every standard middle/highschool english lit cirriculum in the usa and beyond for decades. precisely because theyre such convenient primers to propagandize that Commies = Bad. the government is quite literally making kids read them
also, animal farm is not just anti-communist, but anti-revolution in general. the whole point of the story is if you overthrow your oppressor the new order will just become the same as the one it replaced! the story offers no suggestion of how the animals could have overthrown the farmer without the pigs becoming exactly like them, it just seems to begin and end with "never overthrown your oppressor because you'll end up right back where you started anyways." bleak and ugly story.
Not to be super English major about it, but Animal Farm was NOT an “anti-revolution” story. According to Orwell, it was inspired specifically by the Russian Revolution that led to the Stalinist regime. The story of animal farm is essentially what happened to the Russian people: they had a revolution against the tyrannical ruling class, only for the very people who had promised them freedom to turn into tyrants themselves.
The moral of the story is not “don’t have a revolution,” it’s that you should always be suspicious of those who promise you this utopian idea of freedom while still aiming to maintain power. The pigs never wanted to actually make everyone free, they just wanted to be the ones in charge. The novel details every small instance of the farm sliding further and further into fascism until it’s too late for anyone to do anything about it.
And 1984 doesn’t have much to do with communism at all. It’s about totalitarianism and fascism. There’s nothing pro-capitalist about the book. A totalitarian government like Big Brother’s could exist in either a capitalist or communist society. The point is the control they have over their people, and how important the flow of information is to that control.
George Orwell literally risked his life fighting fascists, so I think it’s pretty unfair to reduce his books to “anti-commie” propaganda. He was intensely critical of any state that maintained too much power over its people, and at the time, one of the worst examples of that was the recent communist revolution in Russia, which deposed a monarchy to install a dictator in its place.
orwell didn't pick up a gun to shoot fascists in spain alongside anarchist revolutionaries and write The book on it just so y'all can pretend the man favored inaction and the status quo.
there will never be anything as funny as the mutual disbelief between long form and short form fic writers about each other's style.
short form writers look at people writing 100k+ fics as though this is some sort of talent given as part of a fae bargain, that the commitment required shows some sort of ungodly mental fortitude.
meanwhile long form writers look at people writing 1000 word one shots like god I would cut off my left nipple to be able to say anything concisely. i would love to play with multiple ideas. free me from the shackles of this child I have birthed. i love them but I now must take them to t-ball and doctor's appointments and they're going to destroy everything I own.
Bear religion probably fucking rocks. You're a fucking bear, you're the deadliest thing on earth, once a year an endless supply of salmon just flings itself up the river to gorge on and then you nap for 3 months.
The most delicious food in the world is protected by tiny demons who can defend it from everyone except you. Your natural armor is thick enough that you can just eat the damn hive while they buzz around you. God's chosen animals right there
Regular bears tell stories of angel bears sent by the Bear God, pure white and twice as strong as any normal bear could be, who rule the summit of the Earth and kill all who stand in their path.
And they are right, those bears exist and totally do that. Humans just have fake angels as a cope.
love the idea of bears being the chosen species actually. having a near death experience and glimpsing heaven and realising it's just full of bears, no humans at all, humans not ensouled actually, humans an accidental byproduct of God's plan for bears
thought I'd give y'all a little sneak peak of the rewrite for this one, and another glimpse into Imogene's youth. Tagged by the lovely @fictionobsession, and I'm tagging @dirge-requim @winterscale @thornb4ck @quaksi @carnage.
“Oh! What is all this?” Cielle asked as she entered her daughter’s room to find an array of sweets, data slates, and various garments strewn about her bedroom floor. Where she was typically neat, several grand packages littered the floor and bed, photos and dresses laid about as Imogene sat perfecty in the middle of the chaos.
“Do you remember that man I spoke of? The one I met at Court?” Imogene breathed, her eyes alight with admiration and something uniquely tender that Cielle had never seen grace her face, her fingers dancing across the silks of the garments he’d sent. “Sir Calcazar had told me he’d be sending books, books! But all this?”
“Yes, I suppose… how lovely of him,” Her mother’s frown did not go unnoticed, yet Imogene could only avert her eyes, reaching for a piece of decadent chocolate before popping it into her mouth and offering her mother a piece.
“Don’t fret, Mum,” The young woman tried, hoping to reassure her guardian. “He has good intentions, a passing courtship while I am pursued by more appropriate suitors — he made that much clear in his most recent letter.”
Not quite a lie.
“Allow me to read it then, if you are so sure of this,” Cielle retorted with an attempted glance at her personal data-slate.
“Mother!” Imogene interrupted aghast, tucking the data slate beneath her pillow so that her mother could not access it. “What of my privacy?”
“What of your safety, my heart?” Her mother insisted, looking at her most treasured possession with all the care and tenderness in the world. “This Calcazar, he is Inquisition, is he not?”
“He is, an Interrogator, but—” Imogene started only to be silenced by a concerned glare.
“Only an Interrogator—” Cielle silenced herself before she could verbally curse her daughter’s naivety, not wanting to insult the young woman’s intellect when she knew the sixth sense that dwelled within. “While it may be true that he harbors no ill intentions, it is his duty to bring young acolytes into the fold, to convince you to serve their higher purpose despite the dangers.”
“Mother, it wasn’t like that, and even if it was; it would have been the God Emperor’s will!” Her brows furrowed as she reminisced over their dance, the titillating conversation, and that magnificent kiss they’d shared before his acolyte had interrupted. “Xavier was nothing but chivalrous, and if anything, he warned me against the Inquisition. Called my dreams of the Expanse ‘naive’ if you can believe it.”
“Thought that does bring me some measure of peace, I can tell it does not bring you the same,” Her mother sighed, maneuvering around the mess on the floor to sit beside her daughter; bringing her hand into her own, her years of rigorous battles and training displayed in the callouses that brushed along Imogene’s opposite cheek. “You quite like him, don’t you?”
“Xavier is the first person to look at me, not my… peculiarities,” The young woman admitted, her brows furrowed as she met her mother’s softening eyes. “He looked at me as if I was a beautiful girl, not a spectacle. I found kindness in his words and tenderness in his touch.”
“Imogene…” Cielle paused then, conflicted emotions rolling across her face before she released the breath she’d been holding and drew her only daughter into her arms. “I remember when I fell for your father… write him, enjoy the attention while you have it, but be careful with your heart. Do you understand?”
“I do, mother, and I thank you for this,” Imogene murmured, hugging her back even tighter. “I shall write to him as soon as I am able.”
on actual wednesday no less!! I've been tagged by a whole bunch of people over the past couple of weeks, and I have been aggressively not working on things because I've had writers block sosoSO bad (but I have thoughts and ideas now and wrote a little ficlet for a friend so we're so back bbs) - BUT I DIGRESS.
I have started a new art piece that I may or may not decide to colour, so I shall drop the WIP here!
I tag back all those that have tagged me! @sisterdomina @orangekittyenergy @fourraccoonsinacoat @amasec and fresh new tags for @calcazars @rustecho and @ravelsquadespresso
2 hours of bad sleep will have you thinking things like 'i am a stranded whale and i need to be covered in dynamite in an ill-advised attempt to clear the beach'
