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Hey there, Voyagers✨
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GENTRY DOLAAN AINT NO FASCIST
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"GIFT HORSES & TROJANS"
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Something from the old backlog of art form the old days.
KRONOS, an undead Minotaur Death Knight, plauged to fight on behalf of the malicious, powerful and the stupid.
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Q: Did Delany always have Traitor™ thoughts, or was there an event that caused her to be disillusioned? ~ @Zelaird Gervik
A: So Delany's hasn't always been a traitor by her very nature, but she's never been disillusioned by the Dogma of Super Earth. In her mind all the patriotic rhetoric is kind of cringe. Stupid rules and attitudes that made her a lot smarter than everyone else around her. Naturally, she's resistant to authority when she knows she can do it better, or at least when she thinks she knows how to do things better.
That's often gotten her in a lot of hot weather with Super Earth local law enforcement, and, if it wasn't for her grandfathers war hero status and her own notable gifts, would have lead her to some very irreversible situations after tussling with the law.
Even in the comic we go over her constant dissidence against Cerberus and the Truth enforcers for her own self interest (Diego) even at the cost of those closer to her (Rose's legs).
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For the record, she actually abandoned the movement BEFORE they all got whooping cough, but abandoned it too late. There’d been a breakout of measles in her area that caused her to reassess, and she and her doctor had already drafted and started a catch-up vaccination schedule, but her kids caught whooping cough just before it could be started. Then she wrote a blog post for The Scientific Parent explaining how she and her husband had come to wrong decisions in the first place, how they changed their mind, the consequences they suffered as a result, and asking other parents to please vaccinate their kids. And now she’s an activist for destroying the misinformation of anti-vaxxers, and reaching out to anti-vaxxers because she’s understands their fears but knows their kids deserve better.
She was trying to the best for her kids and just didn’t know how to interpret the validity of information or its sources, an actual skill that can be actually difficult and that is under-taught and a necessary first step to being able to trust vaccination research, so chose no action over taking an action she wasn’t sure of. She kept looking into it with family and friends and even eventually came to the right conclusion before her kids became sick, but it was still too late.
Honestly it was pretty brave of her to publicly admit she was wrong. She could have just quietly vaccinated her kids and not become a national news story, but instead she spoke out, even saying “I’m writing this from quarantine, the irony of which isn’t lost on me.” and also “I am not looking forward to any gloating or shame as this ‘defection’ from the antivaxx camp goes public, but, this isn’t a popularity contest. Right now my family is living the consequences of misinformation and fear. I understand that families in our community may be mad at us for putting their kids at risk.”
She understood the consequences and still put herself and her story out there.
You know what, it does take a big person to admit they were wrong so publicly and work to undo the harm. I believe I made fun of her in the past, but timemachineyeah changed my mind.
“I never thought leopards would eat MY face, until I realized they totally would, and they will eat your face, too!” warns defector from the leopards-eating-faces party
don’t hide this in the tags….
#really important actually#like. it’s so important that we allow people to STOP voting for leopards eating faces#because if you attack anyone leaving the leopards eating faces party when they realize it’s bad#the only support system they’ll have is the people who want them to come back to it#you have to make it possible for people escape instead of considering them forever tainted and impure and inherently evil
The #1 trait of anti-vaxxers is not “they’re stupid” or “they fell for propaganda” but “they don’t know who’s safe to trust.”
The movement is pushed by women, especially suburban moms, because they know damn well you cannot trust doctors. You cannot trust the medical industry, the billion-dollar corporate zone of “you should lose some weight and maybe the pain will stop.” Cannot trust the ones who keep changing diet advice - is it no sugar? No carbs? No fats? Is it dangerous to let kids eat things in wild colors? Food pyramid: good or bad? They cannot trust the BMI chart that says they should lose 75 lbs to be “healthy.” (Whether or not they “should” lose 75 lbs, they know damn well that “healthy” does not describe any part of the journey to getting there.) Cannot trust the ones who keep giving them incomplete and sometimes incorrect information about contraception. The ones who said “that’s false labor; you have two weeks more” 12 hours before they gave birth. And so on.
So they have their kids, and they want so much for their kids to be safe, and the doctors and nurses say: Get them vaccinated.
So they ask: What about if there’s complications? An allergic reaction? Side effects?
And the doctors and nurses say: Get them vaccinated.
This is… not reassuring.
And they ask, My sister-in-law’s cousin had a really bad reaction to the MMR shot and I want to know how I can tell it’s safe for my kids.
And the doctors and nurses say: Get them vaccinated.
Throw in the right-wing/libertarian faction yelling YOU CAN’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO and the insurance companies saying “hey um you need a specific type of coverage for that; we probably cover those vaccinations but you’ll need this special paperwork to be sure” - and then you have the actual anti-vax propagandists yelling some combination of cherry-picked statistics and outright lies, and you get a whole lot of moms willing to say BUGGRE ALL THIS FOR A LARKE.
There is no amount of facts that can fix this. They’re swamped with facts from 300 directions. What they need to fix this is empathy and the kind of connections that lead to trust.
They need to trust that, even as the medical industry dismisses a whole lot of womens’ concerns, in this particular area, they’re right.
Add in the consequences of having a significant portion of your social support network tied up in a particular worldview, leaving it, much less openly condemning it, is really hard and means losing your community support. In a world where the system can’t be trusted to pick up that slack, Moms can’t afford to risk the change - until the cost of staying clearly outweighs the coat of pushing back, not just in general, but for their kids.
Kindness doesn’t just matter because it’s more ethical - it'salso a more effective strategy.
Don’t normally do this but
Kindness doesn’t just matter because it’s more ethical - it'salso a more effective strategy.
Get this into your fucking heads. Kindness and compassion and one might even say “love,” are strategies, not just vague fluffy inoffensive emotions. Cruelty will never save us.
Gods damn I wish there was an option so’s you could see the latest addition to a post when it swims across your dash instead of the first.
KINDNESS IS A MORE EFFECTIVE STRATEGY. CRUELTY WILL NEVER SAVE US.
#WORLD52 WEEK 7 SUBMISSION:
THE FIRST SUMMONER
Week 7 of #WORLD52 is nearly over, yet there's just enough time left for more lore from my my latest project: the PRIMAL MONSTER TAMING FANTASY TTRPG setting of-
(SUMMONER: THE WILD HUNT is still in developement, but look for us to start airing the actualplay and dropping a demo packet sometime in MAY 2025!) Our tale continues, as Oᒪᗩᑎ forged a new covenant, and in doing so bound the Spirits Divine, the children of it's children, with a DIVINE MANDATE, decreeing them to hunt and jail the Spirits of Will. Let's continue the story!
-------------------------LORE BEYOND HERE-------------------------
Orah, the Spirits of Will were set upon by those they had once abused. Oᒪᗩᑎ was as good as it's word, and with it's Divine Mandate over the Spirits Divine, it unleashed a culling of mortals the like of which had never been seen, and has not been seen since. The Spirits Divine, who once shaped the world to suit the needs of their cousins, now remade it's every measure into their bane. Sepuan Spirits shattered our towers and walls, shattering every stone and casting the works of mortal spirits to ruin. Valleys and mountains were made treacherous with landslides and jagged stones, and fields that once effortlessly bore grains and fruit were soured, their crops sickly and foul. And so, Spirits of Will learned of illness and of the pain of being crushed. Helan Spirits unleashed the wildest of rains and floods. Roads, bridges, entire towns were swept away in torrents of killing water. River currents became savage rapids, and ocean waves swelled and frothed with bloodlust, shattering canoes and boats upon jagged blades of ice. And so, Spirits of Will learned of drowning and freezing. Arden Spirits set forests ablaze with their rage, killing livestock, hunter and wildlife alike. They made torch oil spit and hiss, and many homes burned with their occupants inside them. They made the light of midday oppressive, and their hatred made days so hot that no water could sate the thirst of travelers. And so, Spirits of Will learned of burning, and of the suffering of heat and thirst. Venan Spirits howled across the skies, bringing the winds of trade to the earth in great gales and hurricanes. Towers and cities were blown away as tornadoes ripped the homes of mortals from foundations, and blew them across the fields, or dashed them across the rocks. They danced and spun and sang their electric song of reckoning from the heavens. And so, Spirits of Will learned of the terror of lightning and thunder, and to fear the howling of winds. As we fled our ruined cities and our enraged cousins, Oᒪᗩᑎ, the great Godtree, wailed in sorrow, for though it knew it must happen, the suffering of the Spirits of Will made it quake in horror and despair.
And so Oᒪᗩᑎ reached out it's branches, and said unto us,
I AM Oᒪᗩᑎ AND MY CHILDREN GAVE YOU LIFE. OH SPIRITS OF WILL, I HEAR YOUR PLEAS. AND THOUGH YOU HAVE BROKEN MY COVENANT, I GIVE YOU HOPE.
THOUGH I TWIST MY BRANCHES FOR YOU NO MORE, I LEAVE TO YOU ONE LAST GIFT FROM MY CHILDREN, YOUR MAKERS. WHILE YOU SHALL KNOW NO PEACE IN THE WILD, AND YOUR ARROGANCE HAS MADE THE WORLD YOUR ENEMY, I SHALL LEAVE SACRED PLACES FOR YOU. IN PLACES WHERE TWO OF MY FIRSTBORN PLAYED TOGETHER, YOU MAY FIND PEACE. THESE GLADES ARE THEIR LAST GIFT TO YOU, BUT YOU MUST KEEP THEM, AND MAINTAIN THEIR BALANCE. FOR WHAT IS GIVEN MAY FALL, AND THE SPIRITS DIVINE STAND IN JUDGEMENT OVER YOU. WHEN THE RAGE OF YOUR COUSINS ABATES, ORAH, SO SHALL MINE. THIS IS MY COVENANT WITH YOU. Such was Oᒪᗩᑎ's Will, and thus is was. Spirits of Will flocked to Glades, and Spirits Divine served as our jailors. Many more Spirits of Will were slain looking for a Glade to call home, and as ages passed, new glades were found and other glades fell. The hearts of Spirits of Will hardened to their captors, and they sharpened blades and lined their glades with spears and arrows, to better slay their cousins. The Spirits Divine grew more savage and monstrous, their Divine Mandate of their judgement making them into forms of ravenous and terrible beasts. But, ORAH, what has fallen may yet rise. So it was, upon a day unrecorded, a Shepard tending their herd on the edge of a glade saw a Divine Spirit snatch a calf and flee into the forest. The shepard, young and brash, chased after the spirit, a spear in their hand. The guards of the glade, swift to vengeance and anger, grabbed their spears, and with bows shot arrows at the Spirit as it fled. They chased it all day as it tore through the glade, shattering carts and tearing up paths as it was chased through the village. As the sun set, at the edge of the glade, the guards lost sight of their quarry, and returned to the glade, their rage spent. But the Shepard would not give up, and they pressed to the edge of the trees. And there, in a clearing in the night, they found the Divine Spirit, heaving in pain. It was as a wolf, but massive, and mighty, and clad in a shell-coat of stone, with a blade of sharpened steel jutting from it's brow and teeth like daggers. From it's side was a spear, sunk deep in a chink of it's armor, weeping blood. At it's paws were it's cubs, gnawing on the dead calf, half starved. The Shepard, seeing so majestic a creature as this wounded, felt their heart soften. They dropped their spear and fell to their knees. They said, Oh cousin-of-mine, your pain is my pain, and I regret these ends fate has given us. You, to that spear in your side, and I, to death by your fangs and claws and horn of steel. I cannot undo what is done, but I may yet mend the harm. Please, before I die, let me free you of the spear in your side, that one of us may see tomorrow, and your cubs may know their mother. The Spirit said nothing, for it's pain was as great as it's ire, and it took all to not slay the Shepard where they stood. It lowered it's head, ready to snatch the shepard's head from their body. Yet, the Shepard stepped forwards, and with a great heave, they pulled the spear from the Spirit's side. When they were done, they knelt down, weeping with sorrow and relief, and said,
I am ready, cousin-of-mine. For though I am afraid of what comes next, glad am I that I did something good with my life before it ends. All I ask is you drag my body into the deepest forest, for my mother loves me, and I do not wish her to see my end.
The Spirit said nothing, for it was stunned. It had surely thought the Shepard would flee, yet here they were, head bowed, ready to die, all to free the spirit of a spear that surely would have killed it. It slowly rose, and rested it's muzzle upon the Shepard's brow. And it spoke,
Cousin-of-mine, though it is the way of things, I shall not claim your life. For you have shown me kindness at great cost. And what balance would I bring to deprive a mother of her child, when that child had just given my children their mother back? Orah, Divine Mandate compels me, but I will break it, and forge a new bond to you. For in your heart I see Our Maker's Will, as you see in my form Our Maker's Power. So I shall gift you my name, oh Hunter Mine, and you shall gift me yours. And my Divine Power shall be yours to wield, if only you grant me the Shade your Will to rest in.
And so it was that the first Summoner was born. And in the light of day, Oᒪᗩᑎ smiled. For this new Covenant pleased the Godtree. And so it was, and so it shall ever be, that where Spirits of Will bare their hearts to Spirits Divine, both may find peace within one another, and the Secondborn of Oᒪᗩᑎ may see their hopes fulfilled. Orah.
-------------------------LORE END HERE------------------------- Thanks for joining me in this week's #WORLD52!
I'll be back this Saturday for WEEK 8, my Voyagers!
#WORLD52 WEEK 6 SUBMISSION:
THE BROKEN COVENANT & FALLEN GLADES
February and Week 6 of #WORLD52 is already here! I am crazy tired and it's been a long week, so let's get RIGHT into more lore from my my latest project: the PRIMAL MONSTER TAMING FANTASY TTRPG setting of-
(SUMMONER: THE WILD HUNT is still in developement, but look for us to start airing the actualplay and dropping a demo packet sometime in MAY 2025!) So, when we last left off, the children of Oᒪᗩᑎ unmade themselves to give birth to Spirits of Will (us), inheritors of their hopes and their Willpower and the Spirits Divine, inheritors of, SEᑭᑌ, ᐯEᑎᗩ, ᗩᖇᗪE & ᕼEᒪᗩ Elemental Magics & Duty to Oᒪᗩᑎ, and the Godtree extended it's covenant to shelter it's new Grandchildren. Let's continue the story!
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Orah, what followed was an the Age of Contentment for the Spirits of Will. Oᒪᗩᑎ was as good as it's word, and it's grandchildren wanted for nothing. The Spirits Divine shaped the world to suit their needs, and delivered unto them prosperity. When hunger gnawed at them, Sepuan Spirits would hunt animals for them to roast, or bring wild millet, milk and honey for them to make sweetbreads. When they thirsted, Helan Spirits would bring fruits, berries, hops and cool, fresh water from the mountains to make fine meads and wine. When the cold of winter gripped them, Arden Spirits would light fires in their hearths and make blazing bonfires, and when heat oppressed them, Venan Spirits would dance through the sky, bringing the coolest breezes with them. Orah, to live in such times was to live in an age of wonders. Yet Spirits of Will must grow beyond themselves, as is the nature of such things. Contentment soon became disquiet. With every need met, Spirits of Will built what spoke to them. Their Scholars turned to blowing glass instruments and studying things so massive as the movement of stars and as things so small they could scarcely be said to have existed at all, but Orah, knowledge did not sate them. Their Builders crafted great aquaducts and cities, that thousands could live under the same roof, and that the needs of all were met, but Orah, those works were never enough. Their Artists crafted great works of art, pottery, sculpture, music and poetry, that all would have beauty and joy, but Orah, their hearts yearned for greater things. Soon, disquiet begot desperation, and desperation begot resentment. And Spirits of Will turned to Oᒪᗩᑎ, their protector, and said, "You have promised us peace in you shade, yet with full bellies we hunger, with goblets of ale we thirst, with comfortable beds we ache. Why?" Orah, Oᒪᗩᑎ tried to comfort them, console them, speak to them. They were too small, and too loud, and they could no longer hear the Godtree's voice in the wind and the rain and the sun and the stone. And the Creature of Will, so sure of their knowledge, thought themselves abandoned. And their resentment turned to arrogance. Of what happened next, the storytellers cannot agree. Some say the Scholars enslaved the Spirits Divine that attended them, and wrung them of their magics, that they could wield the elements themselves. Some say the Builders felled an OᒪᗩᑎBRANCH, to use it lumber to build a tower into the sky and deep into the earth, that their might may be as magnificent as Oᒪᗩᑎ. Others say that their Artists wove a tune so enamoring that it would lure Spirits Divine from their duties, and make them the servants of mortals.
Maybe all of them happened.
Maybe none.
But we know what happened next. For the first time in an age, Oᒪᗩᑎ, the great Godtree, wailed in sorrow and rage, for it was betrayed by the children of it's children. The Earth split, and the Wind howled, and the Fires went wild and the Waters rose.
And Oᒪᗩᑎ said unto us,
I AM Oᒪᗩᑎ AND MY CHILDREN GAVE YOU LIFE. OH LOST CHILDREN OF MY CHILDREN, HEED ME: SPIRITS OF WILL, YOU HAVE ABANDONED YOUR HEARTS AS YOUR CHASED YOUR DREAMS. YOU WERE MADE OF THE LOVE OF MY FIRSTBORN, AND I GAVE YOU THEIR COVENANTTHAT YOU MAY KNOW PEACE IN MY SHADE. YET YOUR KIN, THE SPIRITS DIVINE, THOSE WHO FEED YOU, WHO SOOTH YOU, AND WARM YOU, AND QUENCH YOU, YOU CAGE. YOU KILL . YOU STEAL THEIR BIRTHRIGHT. AND MY BRANCHES, GIVEN FREELY, YOU FELL AND BURN AND STRIP.
YOU HAVE BROKEN MY COVENANT. AND SO I GIVE UNTO YOU A NEW ONE.
SPIRITS OF WILL, I TWIST MY BRANCHES FOR YOU NO MORE.I CAST YOU OUT FROM MY SHADE. YOU SHALL KNOW NO PEACE IN THE WILD. AND I PRUNE FROM YOU ALL BUT MY CHILDREN'S GIFTS. THROUGH ᕼEᒪᗩ YOU SHALL DRINK DEEP OF KNOWLEDGE. THROUGH ᗩᖇᗪE YOU SHALL DRAW ENDLESS MIGHT. THROUGH ᐯEᑎᗩ YOU SHALL KNOW ENDLESS GRACE. THROUGH SEᑭᑌ YOU SHALL ENDURE FOREVER.
ORAH, YOU WILL NEED THESE GIFTS, FOR YOUR ARROGANCE HAS MADE THE WORLD YOUR ENEMY, FOR LIKE AS CREEPER VINE THROTTLES IT'S TREE, IT IS IN YOUR NATURE TO GROW BEYOND YOURSELVES.FOR YOU WERE BORN OF LOVE, AND UNTIL YOU FIND IT ONCE MORE, YOU CANNOT KNOW PEACE.
SPIRITS DIVINE, I NOW TWIST MY BRANCHES FOR YOU. FOR YOU WIELD MY CHILDREN'S WONDERS, AND IN YOUR LOYALTY YOU HAVE BEEN WRONGED. ORAH, I GIVE YOU MY DIVINE MANDATE. YOU SHALL BE THEIR SHEPARDS. YOU SHALL BE THEIR JAILORS. WHEN YOU FIND THEM IN THE WILD, YOU SHALL HUNT THEM, FOR LIKE A CREEPER VINE THAT THROTTLES IT'S TREE, THEY MUST NEVER AGAIN GROW BEYOND THEMSELVES. FOR YOU WERE BORN OF POWER, AND WITH IT, YOU WILL KEEP VIGIL OVER YOUR KIN. THIS IS MY COVENANT WITH YOU. Such was Oᒪᗩᑎ's Will, and thus is was. The Spirits Divine that once served us fell upon us, and cast our works into ruin. Orah.
-------------------------LORE END HERE------------------------- Thanks for joining me in this week's #WORLD52!
I'll be back this Saturday for WEEK 7, my Voyagers!
Happy Mech Monday to all who celebrate.
Reminder that I have a free 2 page mech TTRPG if your interested.
Steel Totems is a free 1 [2] page TTRPG where you pilot a mech on a new world. With simple to grasp rules and the ability to customize your
Natural Black Hair Tutorial! Usually Black hair is excluded in the hair tutorials which I have seen so I have gone through it in depth because it’s really not enough to tell someone simply, “Black hair is really curly, draw it really curly.”
The next part of Black Hair In Depth will feature styles and ideas for designing characters and I will release it around February. If you would like to see certain styles, please shoot me a message!
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