#commie brainrot

[hussyknee]

Did they.... Really say.... Machine guns.... Protect minorities.... What--

They really said "RIP to y'all but my Good Guy With A Gun is different".

[kil9]

if you sat out the vote you're literally so stupid like literally so soso stupid what is actually wrong with you

[the-political-centipede]

also i’m back on the edit grind, here’s some authunity for y’all 😈

[truecorvid]

i need to get off of the internet i can't stand online "leftists" anymore i can't do this

[taoofshigeru]

What Else To Do But Talk? (Partitio Yellowil x Ori)

Partitio and Ori spend time at a tavern. (~2200 words)

A sequel to this fic, with the same warning. Giga-turbo Octopath Traveler 2 endgame spoilers ahead!

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Since Ori came to, the two of them had spent a lot of time not talking.

Which was good because she had no idea how she was going to elucidate on any of this.

Partitio was just always there. He was a familiar grip on her hand, a glass of water or a flip for her pillow when she did find the few words needed to ask for it. And whenever he wasn't, that apothecary Castti wasn't fussing over her wound, changing her bandages or making sure she swallowed all her medicine.

And so her body got better. She felt her strength returning by the day, but it didn't to much to alleviate the pit in the bottom of her stomach. Her sins were many, and they were not going away just because one woman stuck hard to a policy of treating the sick until they weren't and one man was nicer to her than she had any right to expect.

Still, she didn't think about leaving. Not after that first talk with Partitio. She remembered being held in his arms, crying like she never had in her entire life. And the walls in her heart, walls she had built up with a lot of training and practice in information warfare, had crumbled into so many hills of sand. It made it hard to find some things, mentally.

But it also made her more open, or at least less resistant, to new things. So when Castti told her she was ready for some outside air, and later when showed up with a modest pink dress with a frilly white collar that happened to be Ori's size, she found herself shrugging and getting changed.

"Remember, she's ready for walking, but she still needs to be treated with care." Castti, who now had six other patients in Oresrush to attend to but was still fussing over Ori's outfit, had been insistent that no patient of hers would go out in Partito's old rags. "She's back to sleep in her bed tonight, or we'll be having words, young man."

"Yup, nothin' to worry about there." Partitio, her escort for the night, was cordial and chipper about the whole thing. "Lookin' pretty good there, Ori."

"Uh, okay?" She was feeling light-headed already. "Are we really going out for dinner? You should know, I don't even have a leaf to my name."

"Aw shucks, I guess ya lost my calling card." He fished around in his pocket and came out with a single silver leaf. "But since we're already friends, I'm happy to put up a spare."

"Your business card." She smiled and clutched the single silver leaf in one hand, gripping it so, so tightly. "That's so like you. You took a mildly maladroit misunderstanding and turned it into yet another one of those ridiculously charming things you do without even trying!"

"Aw shucks." She must've imagined him getting flushed a little in the flickering light by the doorframe. "Follow me, we're goin' out for a change of pace." He held out his hand, callused from years of mine labor.

She gripped the merchant's hand with hers and let him pull her along the town's main street…

…

She ended up following him to a tavern.

It was a well-kept place in a corner of town, off the main street but not too far off. Partitio was met with cheers as he walked in, as well as questions about his cute lady friend. He smiled and deflected him, just about as shy as Ori had remembered him. Everything she learned about this man had reinforced her two initial impressions. One, he absolutely was this kind. Two, he absolutely was this cool.

They reached the table, and one of the barmaids came by to get their order. Partitio got a mug of hops-brewed stuff from the Conning Creek Distillery. Ori settled for plum juice. She wasn't much of a drinker, anyhow.

They made small talk until the drinks arrived. After her first sip, she opened with the question that had been bothering her ever since she woke up. "I guess you got to my brother before he made it to Vidania, huh?"

"Aw, no, that eagleboro fella' succeeded all right. Tossed," He coughed his throat loudly, "lit off the flame and called Vide down."

"Oh." She felt really small all of a sudden. "So Vide must've hurt a lot more people." She took a sip of her mug of plum juice to avoid talking. To avoid considering all that extra suffering that now lay at her feet. She took a big quaff in the hopes that downing it might buy her more time than a sip would.

"Nah, me'n the friends got there first. Handled it 'fore it got outta hand." He shrugged.

Ori spat out her entire mouthful of plum juice.

"You're telling me you BEAT Vide?" Purple liquid was dripping down her cheeks, and all over the table. But she was too shocked, too flabbergasted to care. "You're telling me your chummy cadre of compatriots gobsmacked the god of shadow? In a fight?"

"Hehe, whew there, Ori." Partitio, now soaked in purple fruit juice, fanned himself with his hat. "Sure, Vide was a tough hunk of evil, purpler than this here plum juice. But he wasn't nothin' the eight of us couldn't take on together." There was that grin, that gods-damned grin she had fallen so hard for. "I could tell ya the fun story. Give ya a scoop?"

She leaned in close, arms reaching down to pull out a notebook that was, of course, nowhere in her pocket. "You have to tell me how this happened!" Fumbling around, she grabbed one of the white napkins off the table. Partitio handed her a pen from out of his pocket, and she began scribbling furiously.

"So the first thing that happened was Castti poked 'em right in the eye with a spear. And then…"

…

"So then I told 'em." He leaned in with a conspiratorial tone. "Ya know, if you're gonna take over the world, plunge it into shadow or whatnot, don't ya think you'll be needin' a solid base of funds?"

"And he just, listened?"

"Well, not at first. He tried to cast a spell that would'a turned me into a statue, but Throné had me covered and it just rockified a few of his scales instead. And I kept talkin', outlinin' the case for why that fella might just wanna have twenty thousand clams in the back pocket. And there was a lotta maniacal laughin', a lotta 'The Night Will Claim You'," His voice hit a falsetto for the impression.

"Pfft!" Ori had no idea whether the impersonation was accurate, but she knew she found it funny. "Go on, you boisterous buckaroo." She was still furiously taking notes. With the borrowed pen on yet another napkin.

"But I could tell I was talkin' my way into it. Then later on, big guy was windin' up with a punch that woulda knocked Temenos and Osvald eight hundred leagues underwater. And ya know what I said?"

"Ohh, what?"

"Fifty thousand leaves will buy you a mighty fine torture dungeon." He chuckled. "And I just plopped 'em down on the other side of the dais and gave big purple this look."

Ori stared at him in dubious disbelief. "And Vide just, went over there to grab it? Skipped the whole attack."

"That he did. Ate the money like candy, too, which I ain't never seen before and don't plan on seein' again." He lifted his flass to take a drink and realized it was empty. "The mercs I hired were kinda sour about whole thing. Fair's fair, guess it kinda cut inta their salary." He cast the mug aside and shrugged innocently. "Next thing ya know, Osvald's back on his feet, stunnin' him with One True Magic (II) and then Ochette bit 'em in the face and the fella weren't gettin' back up again after that. Most don't. Nah, he just griped a little and then slunk right back into the dark."

"You did it, you really did it!" Ori tossed the twenty-third napkin full of scribble scrawl onto the pile she had been building. She had been too enraptured by Partitio's tale of doom deferred to realize she was now out of napkins, or that the tavern was mostly empty. "You and your genial group of good eggs looked malice in the evil eye and said Evil? Nay!" The silence that followed was deafening.

Or maybe that was just because the pub was entirely empty, aside from the two of them and the bartender. Who was giving them a look. Oh no.

Partitio meanwhile, was counting out coins into a small sack. When he was finished, he hefted the thing and threw it in a perfect arc to the owner of the tavern. "Why don't I lock up tonight, pardner?"

He nodded wryly. "Why am I not surprised?" He finished cleaning the last glass, then walked over to their table and slapped a key on their table. "Noon tomorrow, buddy."

"You got it."

He had cleared out, and the two sat in silence before Ori finally let out with what had been on her mind. "So, what am I supposed to do now?"

"How d'ya mean?" He didn't seem confused. More like he just wanted to hear her talk.

"How am I supposed to live my life?" She shook her head. "Now that I decided I want to live one? My brother's gone, my profession was always a cover, and my old 'friends' are about to get hauled off to inquisition but good. I have to start from nothing. Worse than that, I have a dozen balance sheets' worth of blood on my hands. Blood I'll never be able to wash off. And that, facing up to that is terrifying." Her voice cracked a little.

"C'mon now, Ori." Partitio shook his head. "You might be in some pretty dire straits, but ya can't have nothin' so long as you're alive. What is it ya like?"

She was struck by the straightforward nature of his assertion. The idea that yes, someone like her could be worth something. "I, I haven't really ever thought about that. …I don't think there's anything."

"Really? 'Cause I thought ya liked words." He grinned at her hefting up his empty mug to gesture at the stack of napkins. "Yer always puttin' em together in real pretty ways that simple folk like me could never manage."

"I, I do? But writing was just…" She thought back to all the articles she had written. To those moments when her pen had come alive. The moment she found just the right word in the treasure trove of terminology inside her think tank to make a headline glow. And she realized, herself. "…my favorite part of being alive. You're right."

"See now, that's a start." He rose up and took the key off the table. "We better be gettin' home soon, tho, or Castti will chew my ear off for keepin' a recovering patient out past sunrise."

She clutched at the stack of napkins, which she suddenly knew was her first step to something bigger. Her next words were whispered under her breath "…until I met you."

The tycoon was polite enough, after shutting up the tavern door with a padlock, to offer her his hand for the walk back.

"Partitio?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you. For everything." She sighed deeply, then looked up at him in the flickering torchlight. "I, I think there's one more thing I like. Something I want." She squeezed his palm again, then re-gripped it, lacing her fingers in with his.

"Eh? And what's that?" He looked down at her curiously as she wrapped her other arm around his.

"I want someone who knows how to see people. Someone who knows right from wrong, and can teach me to see the good in people too." Leaning in, hoping he would notice. "I think that'd help me uh, write better."

"Gee uh," Partitio scratched the back of his head, "I think you're a pretty good judge of character yourself, as it happens."

"Are all my innuendos really not getting traction here? They're starting to feel more like innuendon'ts." She turned her face away from him, pretending to sulk.

"Heheh, that one went over my head. Try again, though?" Did he get what she was trying to say?

Gods be damned, she was going to make sure he would. She pulled him down with as much force as her tired, weakened limbs could muster. It was enough to bring his head down low. Low enough for her to hit the big, sloppy softie with a bigger, sloppier kiss. His lips, rough and chapped by desert sands, somehow manged to be gentle as he leaned forward to return the gesture. "I love you, you tender-yet-titillating tycoon. Do you need me to stamp the headline on your face? Again?!" She wiped her lips off. "Gods, you taste like plum juice."

He smiled back at her. "Nah, nah, I think I got that one." It was a smile she still had trouble feeling like she deserved, but she was willing to accept that it was a smile he meant for her. That was progress.

~End~

Part 3

[xoomoo]

to me oppunity would start out as a kismesisetude but would dilvulge into vacliation noncense.

blueman has never been that close with anyone besides ancom, so he flips red for quem occasionally

ancom sometimes reciprocates these feelings, but not usually because qui is matesprits with commie. if qui vacilates it’s usually pale, but there have been times when it’s been red

their hatedates would consist of playing minecraft and watching the worst romcom movies imaginable

[fdelopera]

There was a real-life, genuine Communist commune near my home town growing up. (Yes, I'm from a little Hippie town.) They were separate from the rest of the town for a while. They grew their own vegetables, raised their own livestock, ran their own school for their kids, and used the barter system for day-to-day transactions.

And guess what? This social experiment became an absolute shit show after a few years, and they had to open their community back up to the rest of the town. They were at constant risk of starving, their houses fell into disrepair, and the community members were at each other's throats a lot if times. Not to mention the lasting damage this neglect did to their kids. Some of the people who grew up in that environment are well and truly fucked up now.

Turns out living in a state of "Communism" or outright "Anarchy" is a fuckton harder than it looks in the movies, and none of these people had the skills to keep it going.

And you know who these wannabe Commies really reminded me of? Survivalists. Preppers. But dumber, and with fewer survival skills.

At least a lot of Preppers are ex-military (or have family who are) and actually know something about surviving in harsh conditions.

Let's face it: "Communists" and "Anarchists" are just the far-left's version of the far-right Prepper movement.

These fake Commies are no different than the wannabe Preppers who buy televangelist Jim Bakker's doomsday food buckets (yes it's as gross as it sounds) for "surviving the Second Coming."

The far-left has just replaced the "Rapture" with the "Glorious Revolution."

This is yet another horseshoe between the far-left and the far-right.

"I'm not antisemitic, I don't think any state should exist" is just the leftist version of "I'm not racist, I hate everyone equally."

Like yeah sure hon, you don't think any state should exist because you're an internet AnarchistTM, but how about you name any country besides Israel that you're insisting needs to be dissolved right the fuck now as a matter of urgency. Name one other country whose population you want to see mass executed. Go ahead, I'll wait.

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[universal-consistant]

[period-of-nocturne]

I listened to Mizuki commissioned song again lately. All of them.

I actually had very little thought about most of it. Most of the song's meaning stays unchanged, but a few sentences now feel extremely foreshadowy to me (we're making up words today)

I'll use Amiaryllis' lyrics to talk about the song btw (go check her cover she cooked). It might lead me to see things that weren't intented in the original song's writing because well, lyrics translation. But some of the more literal translation of the songs can feel very cryptic + I'm obsessed with Amia's cover so idc bear with me.

And to clarify the color-coding. Mizuki, Ena, Mafuyu, Kanade. I'll color the lines to clarify who sings what, but I need to specify that as much as the line distribution is made to fit each character's situation, every line that isn't sung by the focus character (Mizuki here) bears a double meaning, as it can be read and interpreted entirely from their perspective. It's their commissioned song for a reason, after all.

That's a way too long introduction. Let's get into the topic!

Staring with IDSmile :

"I've given up- tried to keep my distance"

"I've found defeat here in hide and seek.

I've lost my way to melancholy"

"To feel this pain or fade away ?"

A few lines that took another dimension after Mizu5, I think.

If you lost in hide and seek, it means you've been found. You've been seen.

Giving up, setting a distance (1003), getting lost... Fading away. What can I say. I believe lyrics speaks for themselves.

Lower is something else entierely.

"Admiration fades to distaste"

"Quiet meeting dissolves into farewell"

Sounds like Mizuki's fear in general. Except it became near tangible now.

"I raise my hazy voice as it scorches my throat, forgetting everything I'd cherished the most,

My mind, it draws a blank, what was I supposed to utter ? "

And that is Ena's line. Ena, in shock, unable to process what she heard and answer accordingly. Ena, screaming Mizuki's name in the corridor.

"A quiet whispers echoes through the halls. Hear out the wishes, hear out the wishes shared by all."

It might be just me, but I can't help but think about the school's corridor. People whispering as you walk by. Typical school bullying.

To Mafuyu, the 'wishes shared by all' are the high expectations pushed on her. To Mizuki, though...

"I don't know where to start, don't even know what I've lost sight of now. I don't know the answer but I pray they come to me somehow."

Kanade's but makes me think of how Mizuki was afraid to speak to Ena and wished someone did it for her. Ha. Ha. Ahem. It's not the first Kanade line that gives me that impression.

The full thing makes me think of how Ena is probably confused and not sure how to proceed. And by the way we know Mizuki is gone from real world but has Niigo noticed yet ? Do Ena knows what she has lost sight of now ♪ ?

I'm focusing on Mizu5 foreshadowing but I'm still freshly out of reading Mafuyu Engeki event and

"I promise that we'll make our great escape, someday and somehow" line sang by Kanade and Mafuyu together. Although it's a line from a Mizuki commi, Mizuki who's the one who told Mafuyu to run away Aaaaaaaa- anyway back on tracks!

"Whispered secret once obscured by tinted glass" Past tense. No more tinted glass. Secret exposed for everyone to see. Ena why is this your line oh my god I need to scream--

"Wondering how much longer could this truly last ?"

Well. It's Mizuover now.

I'm glad the chorus exists, still.

"I know we'll be connected in the end, no matter the cost."

It might be hellish as of now, but there's no need to worry. It will end up being fine. Trust.

Give me Your Night.

I want to talk about that song but there's little to say in Mizu5 context because that song. Isn't about Niigo.

I wish I had the source, but I heard Hinata Satou (Mizuki's VA), thought of the song as Mizuki speaking to Rui as they were recording. And. I can't not scream about the song seen through that lense.

But the Mizurui brainrot is too strong so I'll make it into its own post. Just to avoid this one being way too long.

I'm less confident about Kitty.

If there's foreshadowing here, it's not in lines you pick up.

The song is telling Mafuyu to run away. But I also somehow see Mizuki who start to question things.

Mafuyu is being told to run by a girl who start considering facing things. In that exact moment, they both share the feelings of doubt about how to proceed. Not sure they should speak up. Apprehending changes. But the will to make the first step for that change is right here, starting to grow. Something like that.

Escape for our Survival was the last Mizuki focus event before the Thorns, so it makes sense the hints are less subtle. Listening to it now, I feel like the song is telling me "Hey. It's coming."

On a side note I can't help but notice the use of the world Telecaster. In a Mizuki song. Mmh.

Bonus Keitai Renwa ?

Bonus Keitai Renwa. It was a commissioned song after all. Using Ami's lyrics🌸 again where I can. Filling the rest with wiki EN translation.

"All the things I say, they only seem to lead us astray, so what now ?"🌸 Ena trying to get closer to Mizuki desperately only to--

"Even though I try, I've only found a time for goodbye"🌸 MIZUKIIIIIIIIIIIII. YOU COME BACK HERE.

"The sweet sensations of the past, why is it they weren't meant to last ?"🌸 *Dies in 'Mizuki is afraid of change.'*

"Your fabricated kindness makes my heart goes insane." Why. Oh why. Why the concept of made-up, fake, kindness. Why here. Why now.

"It makes it hurt so much." Okay. Fine. Sure. I'm fine. No problem.

"I got lost searching for you" Go Enanan, go. Technically that line fits mfyd too.

"The whispers that don't exist in the chat history, I don't need them at all" mention of whispers again.

I can't make sense of the sentence tho. For the funfact, that song was commissioned for an alternate universe, as the plot of Niigo changed after the song was made. So they asked for another song for the Untilted track. Namely, Kuyamu to Katie Mirai.

So yeah a lot of Keitai Renwa lines are a bit cryptic, because they're talking about another story entirely. Any sense of foreshadowing here is purely coincidental.

Back on tracks

"Love me if that's what you please, hate me if it gives you ease"🌸 Mizuki asking for hate rather than a made-up kindness.

"Screaming out my deepest fear : Please don't leave me yet !"🌸

To an extent, it could fit them both. But it went to Ena. Ena would had to look at Mizuki running away without having the chance to speak.

Wait- please, don't go.

"Even if this love's gone cold, like the tea I've left alone, I would not lose hope and throw it all away"🌸 Unfortunately you didn't exactly did that, huh...

"Searching through my heart to find what to say"🌸 why does so many lines brings me back to lower ?

/"I still want to hear you speak with words [...]"

I still want to hear it from you. I haven't waited all this time for naught.

"To just connect with you, so, please... Are you there ?"

They sing that like together, except the 'with you' part that is only Ena. But in our specific context, the line feels like Ena's.

And that's about it. I can't say much more.

Sure, I could go through every Niigo cover that includes Mizuki and pick up every line that feels suspicious to me. I'm down the rabbit hole enough to do that.

But that post is long enough. If I find something earth-shattering in the covers, maybe I'll share it. Maybe.

[akirenhell]

"I am ghoulified...Inside youuuu~"

Soooo, even though I haven't played any of the games, the Fallout brainrot got me tight enough to binge the TV show AND learn some of the lore, cause HOLY SHIT, the attention to detail they put into it is impressive.

As some of you have probably seen, I did show some sneak peeks of this guy a few reblogs ago, but now here he is in full color!

Sooo, this is Mucky, a rather special ghoul due to the fact his hair has actually survived the massive doses of radioation he has gained and his incredibly slimy and filthy skin, which always looks like its melting down from intense heat. He's a bit of a celebrity in the wastelands, strolling around with his band looking for a good place to perform his music (which is the equivalent of 90s industrial rock, mind you).

Personality wise, he's pretty crass and cocky, but if you hit his right points, he can get pretty shy and flustered. Regardless, he's not exactly an asshole, for he can be pretty polite at times despite how violent his music can be.

(Backstory and fun facts under read more)

Before the Great War, Mucky's name used to be Michael (something he has long forgotten about). He was considered an outcast due to his rather radical way of thinking and not following the "American norms" of what's good and not, especially when it comes to music, one of his few favorite pasttimes and the only way he had to fully express himself.

However, ironically enough, music was also the thing that almost lead him to his doom. One day, the once human called Michael actually managed to release an album of his own music, and even though it wasn't a massive hit, it was very well beloved by specific groups of people, which were those that were unsatisfied with society.

Due to the fact his music could be considered "commie propaganda", Michael was almost murdered for this by none other than the Enclace. Yet oddly enough, what saved Mucky was the same thing that doomed humanity, for his failed assasination attempt happened the day the bombs fell.

Despite getting severely burnt and hit with a massive dose of radiation for him to turn into a ghoul, Michael survived the attack by hiding in a sewer, where something strange happened. Call it whatever kind of luck you want, but due to the radiation and his slowly melting skin, his body managed to mutate with the sewer waters, thus turning him into a foul smelling, slimy ghoul made of muck.

Hence his new name: Mucky. Promptly given by those who considered him a freak of nature (mostly humans who hate ghouls, obviously).

The rest of the years after the war remain fuzzy, but eventually, Mucky, alongsides a group of ghouls that found comfort in his music, made their way towards Necropolis, the city of the dead; where the filth ghoul settled down and, with an uncertain future but a strange yet newfound liberty, he started to work in his new albums to share with the rest of the wastelands. Be it with humans, ghouls, super mutants, it doesn't matter; for music is one of the reasons why he managed to remain sane even to this day.

And maybe the real reason why he hasn't gone feral yet.

Post-Fallout 1, Mucky obviously left Necropolis due to the Master's invasion on the city. Thankfully, he didn't leave alone, for two super mutants actually joined him as bandmates thanks to his mercy.

And so begins his life as a rockstar in the wastelands.

Facts:

-Mucky has a little cat companion he named Scatticus, which he found in an abandone vault where they ran cruel experiments involving both animals and humans, which Scatticus is the only that remains. The cat, oddly enough, can talk due to a device that is linked both with his collar and his brain, and he's a sassy little bastard.

-Mucky has a love-hate relationship with old, 50s music, which really was another reason why many considered him a weirdo in pre-war times.

-Due to an incredibly strange chance of luck (and possibly genes), Mucky is one of the rare exceptions in which a ghoul could become a super mutant. While exploring a vault to look for equipment he could use in his instruments, the ghoul got ambushed by a pack of irradiated wolves that gave him chase, with one of them alongsides him falling into a vat that was full of an alternate, very rare version of the Forced Evolutionary Virus. From it came crawling away a large, filth covered wolf, the complete contrary of the scrawny ghoul.

Luckily, if you can even say that, once he grew exhausted enough, Mucky reverted back to his ghoul form. However, there is still the chance he can revert back to that hellhound, especially if there's massive amounts of radiation neraby...

-Mucky is originally from Ohio, but due to the fact he spent pretty much of the time out in the open after the war "touring", that gave him a great amount of knowledge regarding the wastelands and the commonwealths he could get in. If you need a trip somewhere, he will gladly take you there. Though, he might ask for something in return...

-Mucky can be pretty skilled with technology, even using pieces of weapons as ways he can improve the sound of his instruments when playing.

-He's a huge menace to both the Enclace and the BoS, especially with the fact his skin and foul stench can corrode metals. Yes, even the one from a power armor.

That's as much as I can name about him, but if you have any questions about Mucky, please ask! I'm pretty new into Fallout, so if I have made any mistakes or it's there anything I could change, please do let me know, cause really, I mostly made this OC for fun.

[theconstitutionisgayculture]

I won’t lie, it’s rather sad that the anarchist blogs I used to enjoy on Tumblr have descended into absolute madness (like anc@ppunk and h0minis). I guess ancaps too, like Commies, can descend into brainrot when delving too deep into their ideology and engaging in pointless online fights and trolling + getting caught in an echo chamber (h0minis has become a literal nazi. How very ancap of them lol). I used to really like their blogs at one point, but now they’re all deranged. I guess every major world event is rotting a lot of brains

Yeah, I have no idea why nearly the whole lot of them went insane at the same time, but their crazy definitely reinforces itself. Which is sad, because there are a lot more points of agreement between ancaps and libertarians/conservatives than there are between ancaps, libertarians/conservatives, and the left. But they'd rather attack everyone who isn't ideologically pure than actually accomplish anything in the real world.

[witheredrednight]

Centricide Fankids from my AU

Ye may wanna read some of the stuff I wrote before here to understand my AU -https://www.tumblr.com/witheredrednight/746960111438905344/centricide-human-name-headcannons?source=share

Rosa Vladimirovna Rivera-Marksova -

-Daughter of Arson and Vladimir

-Lesbian, she/her, INFJ

-Burgundy aura with green eyes, vintage 40s feminist aesthetic (takes after her aunt Lyudmila there)

-Very academically skilled especially in history/languages/science

-Wants to be a teacher to teach kids humanities and social/political sciences

-Always volunteering in her spare time (scares her parents when "Uncle" Delphinus gets her volunteering at his nuclear physics lab)

-Is the first ever Immortal Personified Political Ideology Person to be born from womb (Instead of the usual mortal human dying and then Jreg bringing them back as an Ideology)

Yuri Vladimirovich Rivera-Marksov-

-Child of Arson and Vladimir

-Bi + aroace spec, non binary femboy/girltwink, he/they, INTP

-Dark green aura with red eyes, archetypical r/169 fem aesthetic

-Quite rebellious from the family because he doesn't want to be an immortal political ideology with obligations and they are secretly looking at ways to become a mortal human on earth who does political activism

-Chronically online

-Too many hours on Hearts Of Iron

-About 3 to 4 years younger than Rosa

Roxanne Cappy-

Daughter of Andrew and Richard-Trans Lesbian, she/her, ESFP

-Has a sort of rose gold neapolitan/colour theme going on with gold eyes, trashy Y2K mcbling aesthetic

-Not sure of life goals or political veiws yet, but likes raving

-Kinda spoiled but sweet and friendly

-Been neglected by parents who would rather focus on business, been bought up mostly by nanny's

-She sneaks over to the left quadrants, the Rivera-Marksov family have her over regularly as she is friends with Rosa and Yuri

-Does acctually get on well with Minarchist, he didn't raise her but at least didn't see her showing him her drawing of a rainbow as not profitable

-Deadname was whatever the latest brainrot at the time was because her parents thought it was profitable

(Also the reason they have biological kids is because this arc of the story is set in the future where is it possible to have a uterus transplant for an AMAB person to undergo jregnancy and give birth, Ancom becomes the first ever ideology to do this and a couple years later Commie thinks of giving Rosa a sibling, Ancap saw their family and saw ideology kids as an extremely profitable bit of clout, but neither Ancap or Libertarian went through the operation and paid a surrogate because they didn't want to be unable to work)

(Guys I scientifically explained it THIS IS NOT AN EXCUSE FOR A JREGNANT ARC)

[spiderbitesandvampirevenom]

tumblr communists DO have a white supremacy problem as tumblr itself is a very white website, but for some reason everyone acts like saying this is some sort of liberal brainrot because they saw some usa-ian dumbass with a hannibal flower crown icon say "all commies are milk white cossacks and will just kill all minorities working in sweatshops for being part of capitalism! that's why communism is wrong!"

many such cases! the communists may have the music but they also have the racism

[the-political-centipede]

not an edit, however i made centricide fanart and i absolutely adore how it turned out. i want to start drawing the extremists more, but i haven’t really fleshed out how i want them to look in my art (besides ancom). i also might open commissions for the first time soon to gain some form of income for more art supplies, stuffies, age regression gear, as well as more books that tickle my fancy (my god, that sounded so strange).

[hajihiko]

you're showing signs of komaeda brainrot, why is it that whenever somebody talks abt him they just get a little feral with it, like /genq but also its a little funny

I take it back who the fuck is commie-eda

[hussyknee]

A large facet of communism is decolonization. Do you even know the ties between colonialism and expansionist capitalism. You can't have it both ways. Hate communists all you want, but a lot of your so called views would be considered communist. Get off your high horse

I'm sorry, how many decolonization academics and activists from the Global South do you know exactly? Because that's pretty much my extended social circle.

Just because you've only ever heard of capitalism and communism and can't fathom a personal set of politics and ethics independent of an idealogue that came from some old white guy somewhere doesn't mean any alternatives don't exist. A lot of leftist Eastern Europeans out of the shadow of Soviet trauma are anarchists. And no, having stuff in common with communism doesn't mean it's "basically communism".

Also I do have communist friends in my own country with whom I can have coherent conversations with about this stuff because we've all gone through the same shit. I just utterly loathe western commies because you think decolonization is just hating America and fixating on whoever the US government hates. You're imperialists and paternalists who deny or dismiss genocides and atrocities that happened under communist governments and call our revolts "colour revolutions". Colonized people who don't live in the sphere of imperial brainrot hate you.