#deep state’s plan to enslave

[awesomecooperlove]

Former DARPA director and now Google executive, Regina Dugan, wants you to swallow ID Microchips.

She goes on to explain how the microchip works once inside the body. The pill has a small chip inside of it with a switch, when you swallow it, the acids in your stomach serve as the electrolyte and that powers it up. And the switch goes on and off and creates an 18 bit ECG wide signal in your body and essentially your entire body becomes your authentication token.

Just FYI this video is from 2012, so you can imagine the tech they already have.

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[tobiasdrake]

You know. Sometimes you look back at decisions made by entirely separate creators and it's like, fuck, with a more cohesive creative vision to connect these things together this could have been fire.

Like. Hear me out.

Thor 1 writes Loki as internally racist against the Jotuns. Upon discovering that he's a Jotun child taken as a spoil of war by Odin and then deciding that means he could never truly be worthy in Odin's eyes, Loki goes off. He creates an elaborate plan to give himself casus belli for complete unadulterated genocide against the Jotuns.

He's not trying to steal Odin's throne; He already has it. He even saves Odin's life as part of the plan, when it'd be so easy to let Odin die and then I guess Loki's king forever. Rather, he's trying to prove himself a Real True Son of Asgard by wiping Asgard's rival off the face of the map forever.

The Avengers writes Loki as a shameless fascist who thinks commonfolk exist purely to kneel to a strongman dictator, and that the natural state of people is to be ruled by their betters. The movie directly, on purpose compares his belief system to the fascist rhetoric of Nazi Germany so it can act like its take on Loki is deep.

Thor: Ragnarok says outright that Asgard is a colonizer state that became what it is through bloody conquest and subjugation. It asserts that any claim the nation may have to being this noble virtuous protector nation is just imperialist propaganda by an old fascist who ran out of enemies to subjugate and started to reconsider how he wanted history to remember him.

So. Like. Okay.

Loki is convinced that his ethnicity makes him unfit for Asgard and intends to commit a genocide against his own people to prove himself a Real True Son of Asgard.

Loki's belief system is directly called out as fascistic and reminiscent of Nazi Germany.

Asgard was secretly an imperialist colonizer state built on the bones of the subjugated, conquered, and enslaved this whole time.

...what a fantastic one-two-three punch this could have made if anyone involved in making any step of this process had been writing their film with the other two in mind.

There is a fantastic switch buried in these three films where it seems like Loki has a perverted idea of Asgard and then it turns out, no, actually, he really was behaving in the spirit of the culture that shaped him all along. Loki was the Real True Son of Asgard the whole time, and that was the problem.

[moltengoldveins]

so we can all agree that the newest 2WEI song (take the crown) is the trailer song for an Antarctic Empires Emerald Duo pg14 movie where Techno is a gladiator who earned his freedom and has vowed to destroy the government that enslaved him and Philza is an old demigod banished to a solitary plane of existence for five decades after attempting to run a coup against the ruling class.

They meet on a battlefield, Techno having joined up as brute muscle and Phil having used some minor illusions to pass as a quirky avian and join the bombardment team. Combining some similar plot beats as Oceans 11 and Atlantis: The Lost Empire, they gather a specialized team of insurrectionists, anarchists, battle mages, and warriors to take down the imperium from the inside, eventually planning on restoring the nation to the democracy it was in Phil’s earliest memories. But will they manage it, or will their bloody pasts and violent present seat Technoblade on the throne as the Antarctic Emperor, with Philza as his right hand, the Angel of Death? (Spoiler, the second option. It’s the most controversial film finale decision of the decade.)

The movie is filmed in a style somewhere between Dune 1, the Prince of Egypt, and Topgun. (denis villeneuve is too busy and too expensive, but it’s clear they’re taking inspiration. Bold colors and lighting and a lot of shots of the sky, wildlife, architecture, or of characters’ hands.) It’s scored by an up and coming indie musician, working under the consultation of Ludwig Gorannson in his spare time as a pet project, though his association with the film doesn’t really come out until it Smashes the expected theatre income in the first two days of release and critics start Raving about it. Techno’s actor is nominated for an Oscar for one of the most compelling intricate portrayals of ptsd and platonic devotion in modern cinema, but doesn’t actually get the Oscar.

Tumblr is flooded with gif sets of Techno in the Obligatory No Armor After Gladiator Fight Scene and the Late Night Vibing With Phil In A Loose Poet Shirt scene (firelit, lots of closeups of his eyes, the film is obviously attempting to express his complex emotional state and his deep relationship with Phil, and is failing miserably at doing Anything but making him hot. The internet is ✨gay✨ about it, because when is the internet not?) Also most of the simps are calling Phil a dilf.

Fit MC is the fan-favorite side character, his four scenes and nine lines of dialogue are clipped and edited and giffed and memed into the dirt. (His armor and prosthetic, the makeup and costuming department say, were the hardest thing to do in the entire film, which is why he isn’t in too many shots.) Though, a close second is Niki, who is played by a woman built like a brick house who doesn’t wear sleeves, so…. Yeah. We all know what the response is there. The effects, including Phil’s wings, are almost entirely practical and the only real places it gets iffy is Steve, the giant war polar bear that’s pretty clearly clipping through a few snowbanks here and there. Nobody can agree on which characters are morally reprehensible.

Within a few years, very few people outside a dedicated fan base have seen it and a few assume it’s made up like Goncharov. It’s also, for some ungodly reason, been labeled a Christmas film. (most of the plot happens in the ice and snow, hence ‘Antarctic Empire.’) I guess nothing says ‘Christmas spirit’ quite like ‘unmitigated violence, platonic yearning, and overthrowing oppressors.’

[valentoru]

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[CHAPTER 5]

SYNOPSIS: Gojo Satoru, a big time artist, who’s known for leaving a trail of broken hearts in his wake wherever he goes. And you, the lead guitarist of an upcoming band, who’s absolutely certain that no one will ever love you. Through an accident in which you happened to kiss Gojo in a frantic state, you both decide, via convenience alone—and zero regard for both of your managers—to pull a fake dating stunt what could go wrong? Any press is good press…right?

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“Is it a prank? It has to be a prank. Am I on national television? Where are the hidden cameras? How do I look?”

“It’s not a prank. There are no cameras.” You adjusted the strap of your bag on your shoulder and stepped to the side to avoid being ran over by an electric scooter. “But now that you mention it, you look great—especially for this hour.”

Maki didn’t blush, but it was a close thing. “Last night I did one of those masks that you and Megumi got me for my birthday. That one that looks like a panda? I also got a new sunscreen that’s supposed to give you a bit if a glow. And I put on mascara,” she added under her breath.

You could ask her why she’d gone the extra mile to look fabulous on a run-of-the-mill Tuesday morning but you already knew: obviously Yuta would be here today therefore she would be seeing him.

You hid a smile. As weird as the idea of your best friend dating your ex sounded, you were glad that she allowed herself to consider Yuta romantically. Mostly, it was nice to know the indignity you’d put yourself through with Gojo on The Night was paying off. That, all together, with Getos very promising potential business offer had you thinking things might be finally looking up.

“Okay.” Maki chewed on her lower lip, deep in concentration. “So it’s not a prank. Which means that there must be another explanation. Let me find it.”

“There is no other explanation to be found. We just—”

“Oh my God. Are you trying to get citizenship? Are they deporting you back to Canada because we’ve been sharing Megumi’s Netflix password? Tell them we didn’t know it was a federal crime. No wait, don’t tell them anything, we’ll get you a lawyer. And, Y/N I will marry you. I’ll get you a green card and you won’t have to—”

“Maki.” You squeezed your friends hand tighter to get her to shut up for a second. “I promise you, I’m not getting deported. I just went on a single date with Gojo.”

Maki scrunched up her face and dragged you to a bench. She forced you to sit down. You complied, telling yourself that had the roles been reversed you would have absolutely had the same reaction. Hell, if you had caught Maki kissing Gojo you would have enlisted her for full-blown psychiatric help.

“Listen,” Maki started, “do you remember last spring, after the album release party, when I held your hair back while your projectile vomited the five pounds worth of spoiled meat?”

“Yeah. I do.” You cocked you head, pensive. “You ate more then me and never got sick.”

“Because I’m made of sterner stuff, but never mind that. The point is; I am here for you, always will be. No matter what. No matter how many pounds of spoiled meat you projectile vomit, you can trust me. We’re a team, you and I. And Magumi when he’s not pissing off the population. So if Gojo is secretly a extraterrestrial life-form planning on taking over the Earth that will ultimately result in humanity being enslaved by evil overlords who look like cicadas, and the only way to stop him is dating him, you can tell me and I’ll inform NASA—”

“For god sakes.” —you had to laugh—“it was just a date!”

Maki looked pained. “I just don’t understand.”

Because it doesn’t make sense. “I know, but there’s nothing to understand. It’s just…We went on a date.”

“But…why? N/N, you’re beautiful and smart and funny and have excellent taste in clothes, why would you go out with Satoru Gojo?”

You scrunched your nose. “Because he is…” It cost you, to say the word. Oh it cost you. But you had to. “Nice.”

“Nice?” Her eyebrows shot so high they almost got lost in her hairline.

She does look extra cute today, you reflected. Pleased.

“Satoru “ass” Gojo?”

“Well yeah. He is…” you looked around, as if help could come from the bushes or the people rushing by on their ways to work. When it didn’t seem forthcoming you finished, lamely. “He’s a nice asshole I guess.”

Maki’s expression went straight up disbelieving. “Okay so you went from dating someone as cool as Yuta to going out with Satoru Gojo.”

Prefect. This was exactly the opening you had wanted “I did. And happily, because I never cared that much about Yuta.” Finally, some truth in this conversation. “It wasn’t that hard to move on. Honestly. Which is why—please, Maki, put that boy out of his misery. He deserves it, and above all, you deserve it. I bet he’s here today, or well I know he is.” You gestured to the building. “You should ask him to accompany you to coffee when he’s done with the other business meeting and to horror movie festivals so I don’t have to sleep with the lights on for the next six months.”

This time, Maki was flustered. She looked down at her hands, picked at her fingernails and then she began to fiddle with the hem of her shorts before saying, “I don’t know. Maybe. I mean, if you really think that—”

The sound of an alarm went off from Maki’s pocket, and she straightened to pull out her phone. “Shit. I’ve got a “meeting” with Nobara.” she rolled her eyes. “To discuss vocals for some of the songs.” She stood up picking up her bag. “Want to get together for lunch?”

“Can’t. Already promised Megumi we’d go grocery shopping.” You smiled. “Maybe Yuta’s free, though.”

She rolled her yes. But the corners of her mouth were curling up. It made you much more than a little happy. So happy that you didn’t even flip her off when she asked “Is he blackmailing you?”

“Huh?”

“Gojo. Is he blackmailing you? Did he find out that your an aberration and pee in the shower?”

“First of all, it’s time efficient.” You glared at her. “Second, I find it oddly flattering that you think Gojo would go to these ridiculous lengths to get me to date him.”

“Anyone would, N/N. Because your awesome.” Maki’s grimaced before adding, “Except when you’re peeing in the shower.”

Yuta was acting weird. Which didn’t mean much, since Yuta had always been abit awkward. Having recently split from you to date your best friend was not going to make him any less so—but today he seemed even weirder than usual. He came into the coffee shop next door to the record company, a few hours after your conversation with Maki. And proceeded to stare at you for two good minutes. Then three. Then five. It was more attention then he’d ever payed you—yes, including your dates.

When it got borderline ridiculous, you lifted your eyes from your laptop and waved at him. Yuta flustered, grabbed his latte from the counter and found a table for himself. You went back to rereading your two line email for the seventieth time.

Not twenty minutes later, some guy he knew, who you couldn’t remember the name of, walked in and took a seat next to Yuta. They immediately started whispering to each other and pointing at you. Any other day you would have been concerned and a little upset, but Geto Suguru had already answered your email, which took priority over…anything, really.

Yes! You had several days to convince him to take on your project, which was much better than the ten minutes you had originally anticipated. You fist-pumped—which lead to Yuta and his friend staring at you more weirdly. What was up with them, anyway? If Yuta knew what you were doing he certainly wouldn’t be giving you that look, besides there shouldn’t be any bad blood between you and him. Did you have toothpaste of your face? Who cared? You were going to meet Geto Suguru and convince him to let the band do work with for the charity. You were going to help cancer research.

You were in an excellent mood until two hours later. When you entered the apartment and Megumi was sat on the couch. Upon hearing your entering, he paused the show he was watching and looked at you.

“You sneaky little monster.” He hissed his green eyes were almost comically narrow. “I’ve been texting you all day.”

“Oh.” You patted the pocket of your jeans then your front pocket. “I think I might of left it here today.”

“I cannot believe it.”

“Believe what?”

“I cannot believe you.”

“I don’t know what your talking about.”

“I thought we were friends.”

“We are.”

“Good friends.”

“We are. You, Maki, and Toge are my best friends. What—”

“Clearly not if I had to hear it all from Maki on the group chat and not you personally.”

“Hear what?”

“—And I thought we were friends.”

Something icy crawled it’s way up your back. Could it be…No. no, it couldn’t be. “Hear what?”

“I’m done. I’m letting the cockroach’s eat you. And I’m changing the Netflix password.”

Oh no. “Megumi, hear what?”

“That you’re dating Satoru Gojo.”

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AN:

This sort of feels like a filler episode, anyway, guys I’m thinking of starting a discord so comment if you would join 🔥🔥🙏🙏 or tell me if you think it’s a completely atrocious idea

3 chapters this week because chances are I won’t post next week since I’m on holiday 🔥🔥🙏

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[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Analysis: Of Mice and Men (Key Terms & Concepts)

AMERICAN DREAM

In Of Mice and Men the American Dream is symbolized by George and Lennie's desire for their own piece of land.

They momentarily believe if they work hard and save their money, they can afford to buy a home and work only for their own upkeep rather than someone else's.

Lennie and George's dream is eventually thwarted by the accidental killing of Curley's wife, demonstrating that no matter how hard one works, there are strong forces outside of one's control that ultimately determine one's success or failure.

DIFFERENCES

Steinbeck has an eclectic cast of characters in the story that have noticeable differences, like mental or physical disabilities, that set them apart and influence how they are treated by others in society.

Most specifically are Lennie, Candy, and Crooks, though Curley's wife can also be included because she is a woman, and therefore vastly different from the men around her.

ECONOMIC CLASS

In Of Mice and Men Steinbeck shows that hard-working Americans like George, Lennie, and the rest of their co-workers are unable to rise to a desirable middle-class lifestyle due to social and natural forces outside of their control.

They are doomed to wander from place to place in search of better work, better pay, and a place to call home.

FEMININITY

Curley's wife is the only female character physically present in the story.

Her femininity is both feared and resented by the males that surround her on the ranch.

Steinbeck uses Curley's wife to demonstrate how women are lonely and out of place in the masculine world of the ranch.

LONELINESS

There is an ever-present sense of loneliness in the text. Crooks, Candy, and Curley's wife all express their deep desire for companionship.

George and Lennie have managed to temporarily escape loneliness through their friendship, which makes others curious as well as a little jealous.

George eventually ends up alone like the others after he is forced to kill Lennie at the end of the story.

RABBITS

Rabbits take on a significant role in the story, representing George and Lennie's vision of the American Dream.

Before George kills Lennie, he tells Lennie about the rabbits that they plan to have.

When George kills Lennie, he also kills the idea of the rabbits and their dream of having a life of freedom.

RACE

Crooks, the African-American stable hand, is the main example of how race is incorporated into the story.

Steinbeck portrays Crooks as bitter and lonely because of the way he is ostracized from the rest of society.

Steinbeck shows that despite African-Americans being free they are still enslaved by terrible racism in the United States.

Curley's wife most poignantly reminds Crooks of his position when she threatens to have him lynched for crossing her.

Source ⚜ Writing Notes & References

[bellepeppergirl]

Mohg the Empyrean

I've mentioned this once before in a previous post, but I'm in the mood to go more in-depth with the idea, and I believe that Mohg is an Empyrean.

Mohg spent his entire life in the sewers due to Marika's oppressive rule over the Lands Between, which scorned those born with horns, who they deemed as "Omens." The "omen" in question was, in my belief, likely one of the Hornsent, Marika's enemy's, return. In order to not allow this return to happen, anything that reminded Marika of the Hornsent or the Crucible was punished; Misbegotten were enslaved, Omen were massacred or had their horns removed, and royal Omen were confined to the sewers for their entire life. This included Marika's own children, Morgott and Mohg.

Now, most of Marika's direct offspring seem to be Empyreans; Miquella and Malenia are confirmed to be Empyreans, Melina seems to hold the power of Destined Death, and Messmer has the power of the Fell God within him. We can assume Godwynn was also likely an Empyrean and, in a way, he sort of did ascend into godhood by becoming the Prince of Death, though this could be considered coincidental.

Onto Morgott and Mohg, while I'm not sure if anything could possibly tie Morgott into being an Empyrean, Mohg himself seems to have Empyrean traits. For starters, Empyreans all seem to have things going on with their eyes.

Malenia is entirely blind, with the Outer God of Rot's influence having taken her eye, leaving only disgusting and decayed flesh where they used to be.

Ranni's right eye is sealed, and while we have not seen her original form, only the doll form she took after sacrificing her flesh, I am willing to assume that her original form was in a similar state.

Melina also has a sealed eye, this time on her left side. When Melina opens that eye during the Frenzied Flame ending, we see a deep purple iris. It seems she inherited the power of the Outer God of Death, which was possibly the Deathbird Mother.

Messmer is in a similar state to both Melina and Malenia. He seems to be entirely blind, with one eye sealed and the other containing what appears to be a glass eye given to him by his mother. Behind this glass eye, we see a strange abyss. Messmer also seems to have been blessed with an Outer God's power, that being the Fell God's and possibly even the Base Serpent's, if we were to consider that being to also be an Outer God.

Miquella and St. Trina, another confirmed Empyrean, is never seen to open their eyes. This could indicate that they are also blind, or hiding some form of Outer God-blessed eyes.

Mohg can be seen with a horn piercing his right eye. On top of that, we know he came into contact with a confirmed Outer God, that being the Formless Mother, who gave him the power of Bloodflame and spurred on his desire to start his own dynasty.

Initially, this theory of Mohg being an Empyrean could have been debunked because, if he was an Empyrean, why would he need Miquella? But with the reveals from the DLC, this potential debunking has itself been debunked, as we now know that Miquella had been controlling Mohg the entire time so that he could use the Omen's remains to resurrect Radahn and make him his consort so that Miquella could bring about his own age.

That being said, I don't think we can entirely throw out the "Mohg needing an Empyrean" thing, because I believe that itself now also serves as evidence that Mohg is an Empyrean. With us being led to believe that Mohg wanted a consort that was an Empyrean he could corrupt for his own age, it seems like this was Miquella's own plan being leaked out.

Miquella wanted an Empyrean, Mohg, that he could corrupt by using their body to remake Radahn, who was not an Empyrean initially, to create a consort for Miquella's new age. Having two Empyreans creating a new age would ensure their own power for likely much longer than having only one.

Mohg himself seems to also have wanted to bring his own age. In the DLC, we can find more information about the Formless Mother. Namely, we learn of the Bloodfiends. The Bloodfiends were once, and debatably still are, an oppressed tribe that came into contact with the Formless Mother. They began to worship her and were slowly warped into the creatures they are today and carry her power.

Similarly, Mohg is an Omen; another oppressed group that was massacred and locked away. I think the Formless Mother favors the oppressed. Whether this is because she cares about them or just thinks it's funny to shake things up by giving the oppressed power, I can't say, but regardless, her giving them power allows for them to fight for their rights and a new age.

Throughout Mohgwynn Palace, we can find a lot of Albinaurics. The Albinaurics are another group that is oppressed thanks to them being artificial, and thus not considered holy since they bear no connection to the Erdtree. But perhaps, under Mohg and the Formless Mother's rule, they could find or create a new world where they are not treated poorly, tortured, or killed for the heinous crime of simply existing. The Albinaurics here, and the Sanguine Nobles we meet, also seem to be changing into new beings, similar to how the Bloodfiends did, as they can be seen covered in or growing horns.

So yes; I believe Mohg was an Empyrean. He is the child of Marika, and Empyrean who has birthed numerous Empyreans herself, has a similar eye situation to other confirmed or quasi-confirmed Empyreans, and is confirmed to have the power and blessing of an Outer God with the goals and capability of bringing about a new age. Miquella then took his body to make Radahn and Empyrean so they could create the Unalloyed Age.

[yes-these-obsessions-are-healthy]

The devastating thing to contend with regarding Veilguard is that you are left with two choices:

1) You accept that the story we’ve been waiting a decade for to conclude ended with the lore retconned, our memorable characters flanderized and misused, the world itself far less impressive and interesting and unique than it had originally set itself up to be.

or

2) You disregard Veilguard. You pretend it doesn’t exist, and that means the story is forever incomplete. You don’t receive closure. You don’t receive that last wave of clever, intricate, intriguing, wonder-evoking dynamic writing culminating in a world-shattering conclusion that we’ve been building up for 15 years. Solas and Lavellan are never reunited. The question of Solas’s past, the true nature of the Evanuris, and Solas’s relationship with them remains unknown. The enslaved elves of Tevinter remain sitting in chains. The hinted-at fragmentation and divestment of certain pockets of Dalish and city elves to Solas’s cause remain a potential interpersonal culture war stuck in stasis. Your world state is in eternal limbo, sitting on the hazy precipice of a climax that will never trigger. You as a fan will never have the opportunity to thrust yourself into a rich, magical, poignant universe of political intrigue, culture clashes, historical grievances, metaphysical and philosophical arguments, and relatable moral and ethical struggles to rise from the dirt, dusty and panting, and feel that relief and bittersweetness and mourning of an epic finally reaching a long-awaited end.

It is the fact I have to lie to myself in order to keep what I originally enjoyed so much about Dragon Age alive in my heart. I have to actively delude myself and pretend this game doesn’t exist because it actively and aggressively subtracts and undermines from all that came before it and in doing so retroactively ruins all the enjoyment I derived from the series. The furious debates we had, the essays we wrote for each other analyzing symbolism, characters, personal motivations, the parallels to real life politics regarding classism, racism, colonization, imperialism, marginalization, the nature of power, the nature of memory and history, oppression, legacy, vengeance, justice, love, hate, ambition..

I am not saying that because we were ardent fans that we somehow spiritually or informally own the Dragon Age IP. I’m not trying to come off as entitled, but this is absolutely unacceptable. It is a slap in the face. To say it is a departure from the previous games in tone, feel, and writing is like saying bulldozing a ghetto with citizens still in their beds in order to make room for a heat-trapping super highway is a case of radical “urban planning”.

We were so hopeful. We were so optimistic. We needed to be, because the alternative was despair.

And they gave us this generic fantasy Action-“RPG” with Dragon Age as the negligible setting. It is negligible, because all of the uniqueness of Dragon Age has been filed down to appeal to potential newcomers who want nothing more than a vague fantasy setting with puddle-deep lore that they could easily ignore if they wished so they could get back to hacking away at mobs and demons with shiny combat mechanics; the romances are tacked on and shallow, the character writing as insightful and engaging as a 90s arcade Beat ‘em up. The “Dragon Age” in Dragon Age: The Veilguard is a costume, an excuse, a misnomer. With this entry, Bioware/EA have established they care more for action than RPG, that deep, genuine storytelling that can make an IP a household name is not nearly as lucrative or worthwhile as endlessly chasing gaming trends and trying to appeal to new fans by being hip and cool.

But if you sit down and are honest with yourself, could anyone have been able to tie all the threads together in a satisfying way? The people currently left at Bioware certainly couldn’t, but could the entire old crew have helped steer this in the right direction? Was this story simply too epic, the plot threads too numerous, the concepts too far-reaching for adequate exploration to be satisfied with a single new game entry? It stretches belief. But perhaps if that 70% of effort devoted to combat had been instead implemented into the story (rather than the 7% it was allotted. The other 23% was on other bullshit) I’d be thinking differently. The story was what brought Origins to life. Character relationships and the direness of the moral shitshow of the mage oppression were what saved DA2 from being mediocre; the companion romances and the revelations from the Trespasser DLC were what saved Inquisition from being another honestly half-baked entry.

Writing is why Dragon Age fans accumulated. Writing is what made us stay. Writing is what made us hope and pray for a fourth game. And now writing is what has invalidated all of our collective time and efforts in ever daring to give a shit about this world and these fictional characters.

In order for my love of this series to not be snuffed out like a flame in a blizzard, I need to be delusional. I need to pretend this game doesn’t exist. And that means I need to live with a self-imposed false sense of mourning for something that never came to be, because what *did* come to be—what actually exists in reality—is more devastatingly heartbreaking and . It hurts either way. You just have to choose which hairshirt to wear and wear it.

All of our theorizing and hypotheses and headcanons are now retroactively emboldened by a newfound sense of superiority since we were positing them from a place of genuine desire to see a well crafted and thematically sound and intriguing story. But for people like me, no amount of headcanons and fan works can truly compare to a video game or comic or book that crafts a competent, even exemplary, addition to the Dragon Age story.

I am sad and disappointed that I wont be able to play that game and bask in the glory of good storycraft. It’s one thing to read it in a fanfiction, it’s another for it to be in an officially licensed piece of media. It feels more real that way, and because what we got is so lackluster, fanfiction has to serve as the less filling ersatz. It’s somewhat nourishing to me, but it isn’t what I truly crave. I WANTED the story and writing to have been good in Veilguard, but it ISN’T, and no there isn’t any way to just ask them to withdraw the game and come back with something better. This is what we got. This is what they decided to do with something so integral to our lives. It sucks how much it hurts because it is just a video game at the end of the day, but fuck if it doesn’t make the bugs crawl over my brain in lament over this monumental blunder of something I held so near and dear to my heart.

[siremasterlawrence]

Hypno House Part 4

The clouds arrive over our building as a sign of total and utter level of self destruction at its greatest and highest level as the blast of decoration of lightening dancing through the sky. It comes crashing through the ceiling hitting the floor it causes a schism in the middle of a red line dividing me and the four cute male clients whom have designs on Alan but will learn their faith soon enough. The thunder rolls slamming in to the sky so lit as the four men begin to pursue me for more perspective celebrity clientele that I can capture and use for their meaningless commercial.A single snap of my fingers as the lights are blinking on and off in their eyes as they can not help staring in to it and heads roll lifting up in to the sky and all that matters is what they see. My plan has been sprung as I manger to be able to escape the room as the metal door slip upwards in to the ceiling as I race from harm and watch the events ensue as the entirety of the room is locked down. A small circle open up as a pipe drops in to the room unloading a blast of gas brewing up and filling the room up til the brim of the ceiling and brushing them in to darkness as their eyes close and they fall to the floor.They spent the rest of the night filling up to the top with the gas as they woke up in the morning to find all four men mindless under my power forever and I woke up as his body rises to his feet. I wave at them as they soon focus solely on me as I instruct them to follow me in to my room the laboratory and sit in the specially made mechanical chairs I produced for them as the strapped are made of electrodes. I will be in a gleeful spiral of ecstasy as he rose to his feet letting his clothes fly in to the air as he undresses himself as he fell to the floor and dancing it off his body is so damn sexy.

Where do all of the broken hearts go? The song is playing loud as this man a failure of his own evil product stand in front of me ready and able to disrobe for me he is so perfectly hot. He is fully erect in a slim red jacket on top of a white tee and tight jeansas he dances a bit to my delight he is better then I thought he would be that’s for sure so smooth. The man has no choice in his thoughts, mind or physical appeal with love, lust, needs and desire overcoming him as he strips so slow and very seductively his clothes ripping in a flow throughout the room he is mine now and I want him. It is my greatest pleasure toface him head on cupping his chin as he is pulling him closer to me as we kiss and he is slinks in to my arm and I swing him down in to a deep slumber.Snapping fingers one more time he freezes on my command he stood motionless stark naked in the middle room he is prepared to receive my power, pain and pleasure all in one blow. I form a fist punching him to the ground as the blow could be heard with a simple and single sound ricocheting around the room hitting wall to wall straight to his room. Something is off as the sound bouncing off the wall right in to his ears as he tripping on his feet as he stumbles backwards on to the wall in the back room and sliding down to the ground. In to a deep, deeper and even deeper coma like state resting away what is left of his old life and I without a second look of thought I take advantage roaming on to his body.

In the other room my next slave awaits for my command as he also sleeps away but his mind totally active forming a dream to come true and I am drawn in to him as he continues to become more and more close to being my thrall.

“But Master! Wait please!”

“Why did you do this to me?”

“You think you can ask me to enslave Alan and it will be ok.”

“There is always a reaction to actions “

“No! No way !”

“You can’t escape! Why fight me?”

“I am a shamed but “

“But nothing “

“Grow up and accept “

“You enslaved me”

“You and Grant”

“You are cold and cruel”

“Cruel huh? You have no idea “

“What are you saying ?”

“Look at me and focus on my eyes “

“Yes…”

“Yes who?”

“Master Lawrence “

“Grant and Justin go make out for me.” I say to both of them.

“Does that mean you have time to me?”

“Glenn! Of course I have time for you”

“How long Master?”

“As long as I choose “

“Did I do a good job dressing for me?”

“Will you serve me?”

“All of my life! Master please “

“Yes! You are so sexy”

“Do I make you hard sir?

“Hard? You satisfy me in all ways “

“Greatest pleasure in the world”

“This is twisted! I gave in so easily “

“Amazing my slave! Why not fight ?”

“Because it is so sweet I can’t deny it”

“You are my God!”

“Explain it!”

“I am in world wind, I am under your thrall and I love you.”

Poor Andrew is strapped to another bed with virtual goggles and gold headphones covering his head as well as his face with the lights flicking on blasting my programs into his head. He struggles at first as his life rolls in front of him as he drags in to a dream getting dressed for the night in a white tuxedo and rushes over to meet andgreet me.

“Master Lawrence “

“I love you “

“I am kneeling for you “

The end

[oldgayjew]

"Anger and hatred are the children of fear and ignorance"

In spite of Donald Trump's continued denunciation of "Project 2025 Agenda" I just received a Nazicrat mailer stating that he would use it to destroy and enslave Americans ...

The terror, desperation, anger and hate of the Nazicrat Party is so evident that I firmly believe that we will not make it to November 5th without a planned major disaster by the Deep State Operatives that will bring about Federal Martial Law with the suspension of the Election and the abolition of the Constitution ...

... and the Goebbels Media Useful Idiot News Readers will go on repeating their provided propaganda to their blindly obedient followers ...

I'm armed ... ... and ready ... ... are you ...

[lunarbreaksblog]

Arcade, Boone, Vulpes X Male!Reader

Note: reader is not the courier in this

You were a simple bartender in the atomic wrangler— they joked that you were a saint since you never gambled, nor did they see you drink or ask someone to bed. You kept to yourself.

However, you had the ability to know everything since most customers assumed you were just a bartender and told you things.

Now, you weren't a snitch but if it was for the greater good or a load of caps, you would give your information.

Soon, everyone came to you for things: Gossip, news or even dirt on someone's ex.

You simply smiled and waved.

Arcade:

He thought he was smooth when he came to you, he never really set foot in the atomic wrangler before. He just stayed in the fort really but he had heard that knew someone that knew someone else that could fetch something for Arcade, which he desperately needed.

He just wasn't ready for you. How handsome you were, how your white button down seemed tight around your pecs and your rolled up sleeves that made the muscles in your arms look so enticing to the doctor

Oh god, he had a crush now and hadn't even spoken to you!

He needed to be quick, he'd ask you the name of the contact and leave! Very quickly!

"Can I help you?" You spoke, your eyes putting him on the spot.

Arcade then proceeds to make of fool of himself and bolt out the door. You are very confused.

Boone:

The courier had left him in the wrangler to go get acquainted with a prostitute. Boone just grunted when the courier told him.

Now, Boone was sitting on a bar stool, nursing a beer while you chatted away with a strange awful familiar face. He couldn't put his finger on it, he had seen the man before.

Soon, you left the uncannily familiar man, you returned to Boone, thinking he had finished his beer. You saw that he didn't but you could tell he was deep in thought.

"You alright?" You ask as you stood in front of him.

He looked at you...and just stared. You got uncomfortable, you feel this man's covered eyes searching your entire body.

"Ay, I don't like being oogled" you grunted.

"sorry" was all he muttered before going back to his beer.

"You didn't answer my question" you stated.

"Mhm"

"Is that good or bad"

Boone knew that you wouldn't leave him now.

Vulpes:

He nearly got caught by that damned sniper that sat a few sets besides him. He was having a pleasant chat with you. Gaining information while planning to enslave you.

You could be his pet project— turning a filthy man into the perfect man for him. Yes, the legion was homophobic but they didn't have to know that he personally took you nor that he favoured you.

You finished you last sentence with a smile and turned to head to horrid sniper. Vulpes frowned. You have information away at the smallest cost yet you tried to outway your sins by being kind.

How complex Vulpes thought.

You'd make a horrible legionnaire, but a good slave.

[awesomecooperlove]

⛈️👿

[mikaelsrose]

abh theory time🧐👻

(pic by @asilyn04)

Raphael, Mikael, and Cassiel are obviously Archangels. The word "Father" is always capitalised when they say it, and together with the fact that the father is so important, I'm convinced the father is God. This, in turn, would make the guys' bosses either Seraphims, Thrones or Cherubims (although I'm not convinced about Cherubims. Cherubims work right next to God so the management could be them but I'm gonna wait until the next update before I form a definitive theory).

We've seen Raphael's angel form so there's no point in speculating about it anymore, but when it comes to Mikael and Cassiel there's a lot to talk about.

In chapter 6, Audrey asks Mikael if he found a trace in Claudia's home, and he says he did, but that it doesn't concern the case—does that mean he found a trace of his father?

Mikael:

The voice in Audrey's dream describes Mikael’s true face by saying he's cold and calculating, that he stops at nothing to achieve his plan, and that he sits on a throne on a mountain of corpses which, to me, is already a confirmation he is the biblical archangel. It was stated in his file that the responsibilities don't burden him, that he knows everything that happens in the manor, and that it's very hard to get him to lose his cool—just as it would be in god's second in command.

the chief of the angels and archangels.

He is considered a champion of justice, a healer of the sick.

It's telling how important Audrey is, then, since he loses his cool within a week of hiring her:

HOWEVER, since he hasn't been revealed to have wings and a halo unlike raphael, I'm thinking he could be a fallen angel.

I find it interesting that Mikael's inability to heal mental wounds is emphasised twice (before visiting Claudia and after healing Audrey) because—as @secret-fungi noticed—wouldn’t “he who is like God” be able to deal with something like this? Is this the price of his fall?

Furthermore, the fact Mikael mentions father testing him again makes me fairly certain that his father has already sent dozens of such cruel tests/punishments at him to give him a chance to prove he is worthy of a second chance—which is what I think his link to Felonia is.

Now, this is 100% a maaaassive stretch but hear me out. All we know about Felonia is that she's done a lot of bad things, she tries to earn a second chance from (probably) god, and that she has no friends or family left. My theory is that the Astrea employee that Cassiel failed to protect was related to Fel. That would explain why she doesn't get along with the guys and, if that employee was also a victim of the Beast, why she's “forced” to work with them.

Her bad relationship with Mikael being emphasised indicates two things:

She's done something very evil

It's another confirmation that Mikael as the “champion of justice” can't accept her disobedience and that's why he treats her so coolly.

Appearance-wise Archangels Raphael and Mikael look similar to our Raph and Mikael (okay, maybe just hair-wise but. Still!)

Cassiel:

Coming back to the voice in Audrey's dream’s descriptions, let's look at Cassiel's. The voice says Cas is always deep in thought, brooding and protective.

Archangel Cassiel is the angel patron of those overlooked, of orphaned children and enslaved people (which is why he feels so sad after spending time with Audrey and why he's so protective of her):

"Out of the darkness came light, and from that light were born the archangels, those who would lead the orders of God’s angels; those who would perform the most important tasks in God’s great plan for his greatest creation, mankind."

It was revealed in the last update that Audrey spent her early childhood in a religious sect, then was placed in an orphanage at the monastery, and while studying in college she didn't get to unwind too often. It's also said she's always felt terribly lonely—no wonder Cassiel is so protective of her.

During this update, Cas called ‘god’ Father, which could mean two things:

A confirmation that him, Raph, and Mikael are brothers > if they're all Archangels then in a “all angels are one big family” sense.

Mikael was tasked with finding Father and got to assemble his own avenger squad himself.

The question of Cas’ eyes remains—if he's an angel/archangel/heavenly being, why do they turn red?

Raphael:

Archangel Raphael is the voice of god which we saw in chapter two already. It's emphasised that his voice changes and he has trouble pronouncing words when Audrey eavesdrops on him—I believe that's when his father was speaking through him.

I've also been thinking about this emphasis on Raphael being condemned to death by his Father, and so far, that's all I've found:

Raphaël name means "God heals." This identity came about because of the biblical story that claims he "healed" the earth when it was defiled by the sins of the fallen angels in the apocryphal book of Enoch.

I think his death might be dependable on your stats and choices. There could be a good and a bad ending for him, for instance on high reputation he survives and doesn't have to die because you managed to defeat the beast, and on low reputation he dies for the sins of his brothers who lost the battle.

Now, look at this:

He is also a Patron of young people, Godly love, and people suffering from nightmares that may need protection that is supernatural.

After the poisoning, Mikael asks Audrey about her nightmares and whether he can help. I think Raphael could help her. Easily. But I'm also fairly certain they're looking for something in her nightmares OR the nightmares are necessary for Audrey to learn something.

So far that's all I have (I probably forgot about something). Shout out to @agattthaa and @secret-fungi 🦄

[snorange]

far too long of a response to @highly-invested 's excellent post and some frankly sickening takes from @breadguyyy . Seeing Moash defenders is always strange as it is not enough for Moash to be a someone who survived horrible circumstances and regained a place in society, but ultimately failed at forgiving the world that created his suffering. Instead they invent lies about him with the only apparent reason being that being a contrarian is more interesting than actually discussing the books. Moash is constantly making choices he knows are wrong because he wants the emotional reward without the emotional consequence of guilt. Moash wants to kill Elthokar because of the perceived justice in doing so despite the fact that Roshone is more directly responsible. Seeing Moash defenders is always strange. Moash is constantly making choices he knows are wrong because he wants the emotional reward without the emotional consequence of guilt. Moash wants to kill Elthokar because of the perceived justice in doing so despite the fact that Roshone is more directly responsible.

If Moash truly believed Elthokar deserved to die for his part in Moash's grandparents death he would have slit his throat one of the many times he was guarding Elthokar, but he doesn't. He is convinced of the "righteousness" of the cause when he joins the diagram. Only once there is a large organization on which for Moash to place the guilt upon does he try to kill Elthokar.

The only noble thing that Moash has done is protect the enslaved singers in the caravan to Kholinar. It is no coincidence that this happens during the time between him being separated from the diagram and before gaining Odium's attention. This is the only time Moash's pain is his own. Thus the most important part of every Moash discussion comparing him to Dalinar. Both have done terrible things, both have taken help from gods to go on living having done these things. However Dalinar is on the path of redemption and Moash isn't. This post and the ones screenshot are in response to a wob with the most important line being, "if Dalinar got redeemed, Moash has gotta go further than Dalinar. At the same time, he is certainly not looking for that." This is the most interesting discussion about Moash and Dalinar, as they are separated because of intent. Dalinar killed Evi without intending to and Moash intended to kill Kalidan, but failed doing so. Both Moash and Dalinar are knowingly and intentionally violating their moral code due to emotion but have the consequences increased by circumstance. Moash is made aware of this increased stake and with his actions state that no price to high to pay. Dalinar is not made aware and both the reader and Dalinar are left with hope a small fleeting hope that if Dalinar knew Evi was capture he would have stopped the slaughter.

Another really interesting point of comparison is the boon that they each received. Dalinar sets out for the Nightwatcher planning on asking for the boon of peace, but ultimately asks for forgiveness once there. Peace has very deep positive connotations in our culture being treated as synonymous with other positive traits such as empathy, compassion, kindness. However peace is the boon given to Moash as well as what is offered to Dalinar by Odium. This peace is what make Moash so hard to redeem. Peace is antithetical to change and growth the most important requirements for redemption.

What really gets me about @breadguyyy's comments is that he decries this series as "liberal Mormon moralizing". The most liberal thing in series is Dalinar learning to fucking read. And I know liberal does meaning any on the Internet its just a buzzword to say you hate the status quo. But even then this book series is so firmly anti-status quo. We got breaking gender norms, dismantling the feudal system, appropriations for slavery in the past, learning how to truly understand and connect with people of other races. All of which is set off by the end of the world.

[reality-detective]

The infamous... "They"

The most obvious sign of someone that has not been down a single rabbit hole, is when they ask you ‘Who are ‘they’?’ The answer can only be: ‘How long do you have?’

The truth is, that in most instances, the answer is simply too long, too complex and probably too ‘incomplete’, to properly address the matter. How far back or deep should one go?

I’ve been able to distill the concept of ‘They’ to: ‘Satan’s Ambassadors on Earth’, but depending on the audience, I usually sum it up as ‘Those who rule the world, the cabal, deep state, illuminati, government, the rich and elite, the world economic forum, the UN, and as George Carlin put it the BIG club.'

‘They’ is not only made up of the pinnacle of the pyramid, it’s also their executive branches, their puppet leaders and all the useful idiots that knowingly or unknowingly help to further their agenda of absolute control and enslavement of humanity.

At the beginning of this journey, when you first realize the depth of the deception and the satanic nature of their plans and means, you are overcome with an overwhelming need for justice and revenge.

You pray that one day there will be divine justice, for the only punishment that would fit the crime would be to rot in hell for eternity.

I still pray that it will be so, and I will continue to work to raise awareness to the manipulation and the crimes, but as you keep evolving along this path towards truth, you realize that our mission is not to kill the ‘beast’, but simply to stop feeding it.

Our mission is to unplug, to disconnect, to disengage from the ‘system’, from the matrix, until the ‘beast’ implodes from within.

Counterintuitively, our only ‘attack’ strategy, is to withdraw. Withdraw our focus, withdraw our consent, withdraw our cooperation, withdraw our compliance and most of all, we must withdraw the energy it feeds from: our belief and fear.

Their power is an illusion fed by our own ignorant belief that they have it, but the most important truth you will uncover along this journey, is that WE hold the power, we always have, we just didn’t know it. But now we do.

The ‘They’ are doomed the day more of us finally understand what 'They' are doing.

[ausetkmt]

July 31, 1866 - The New Orleans Massacre

The New Orleans Massacre of 1866 occurred on July 30 when a peaceful demonstration of mostly Black Freedmen was attacked by a mob of white rioters. The violence erupted outside the Mechanics Institute, where a reconvened Louisiana Constitutional Convention was taking place.

According to official reports, 38 people were killed and 146 wounded, with 34 dead and 119 wounded being Black Freedmen.

Unofficial estimates suggest even higher casualties. The perpetrators included ex-Confederates, white supremacists, and members of the New Orleans Police Force.

This tragic event expressed deep-rooted conflicts in Louisiana’s social structure and catalyzed support for the Fourteenth Amendment and the Reconstruction Act, which aimed to change social arrangements in the South

As the United States approaches what are bound to be particularly contentious November midterm elections, profound questions regarding the might and meaning of the vote in American society are seemingly everywhere. Battles over voter ID laws and felon disfranchisement, lawsuits that seek to overturn gerrymandered districts, and allegations of voter fraud and election tampering by foreign powers all demonstrate that arguments about who gets to vote and whether votes are fairly counted are central to the electoral process.

Such struggles are nothing new. Today marks the 152nd anniversary of one of the deadliest attacks on voting rights activists in American history. In New Orleans on July 30, 1866, a white mob, led by police and firemen, massacred delegates and spectators at a state constitutional convention convened to guarantee voting rights to African American men. The attack left over forty African Americans dead, over 150 wounded, and a nation reeling.

In 1864, Union forces had almost entirely liberated Louisiana from Confederate control, and the state’s all-white electorate had drafted and ratified a new state constitution that acknowledged the abolition of slavery. Still, the document sanctioned restrictions on African American civil and political rights, and in the immediate aftermath of the Civil War, Louisiana voters, many of whom were Confederate veterans, returned numerous Confederate officials to state and federal offices under the banner of a Democratic Party that openly proclaimed to be in favor of white supremacy. “We hold this to be a Government of white people,” the platform of the state party maintained, “made and to be perpetuated for the exclusive benefit of the white race.” Indeed, the platform announced, “people of African descent cannot be considered as citizens of the United States.” It came as no surprise that the state legislature promptly passed discriminatory laws known as Black Codes that targeted the formerly enslaved, nor that the mayor of New Orleans, former Confederate John T. Monroe, instructed city policemen to single out the formerly enslaved for arrest.

Frustrated by this ongoing racial discrimination and the resumption of Confederate rule, in 1866 leading African American suffrage activists convinced a handful of white former delegates to Louisiana’s 1864 Constitutional Convention to reconvene the convention in New Orleans, and to draft a state constitutional amendment enfranchising African American men. Their plan relied upon a technicality, namely that the motion to adjourn the 1864 Convention had contained a provision authorizing it to reconvene to pass amendments at any later date.

Supporters of universal male suffrage argued that without African American political participation, former Confederates would continue passing racially discriminatory legislation, recreating slavery in all but name. “Liberty is but a word as long as taxation, elections, and the whole political machinery are confined in the hands of an inimical race,” warned Oscar Dunn, a formerly enslaved leader among suffrage activists in the city. Activists also recognized that the vote bore profound symbolic significance. In a world where women could not vote and political participation signified manhood and status, exclusion from the polls was both emasculating and humiliating. African American men demanded “political rights,” argued black Union army veteran and future Louisiana Governor P.B.S. Pinchback, but they also demanded “to become men.”

The vote was no less meaningful to embittered Confederate army veterans, who already felt emasculated by military defeat and saw the prospect of African American enfranchisement as an amplification of that emasculation. State Democratic officials declared the reconvening of the Constitutional Convention illegal. When judicial challenges to the reconvening failed, Mayor Monroe, the police chief, and former Confederate officers secretly resolved to annihilate the convention delegates instead. They covertly enlisted hundreds of Confederate army veterans as emergency police officers, and police and fire stations received orders to prepare for a showdown on July 30, 1866.

On the morning of the convention, a jubilant parade of African American suffrage supporters carried a large American flag and followed a marching band through the streets towards the hall where the convention delegates were assembling. The marchers’ elation shifted towards apprehension as crowds of hostile onlookers began to gather. A fight broke out. Distant pistol fire cracked.

Inside the hall, the chairman called the convention to order. Realizing that they lacked a quorum, the delegates agreed to reconvene in one hour. But as delegates and spectators drifted towards the doorway as the beleaguered parade arrived, the city’s fire bell rang twelve tolls, the traditional code for summoning residents to defend the city against imminent enemy attack. As the bell fell silent, police, firemen, and white civilians surrounded the parade and the hall.

Then they opened fire.

Lucien Jean Pierre Capla, a freeborn storekeeper and Union army veteran, had brought his teenage son Alfred to witness the historic assembly. They watched rioters slaughter marchers kneeling in surrender, and mutilate their bodies. “I saw the people fall like flies,” Capla later recalled. “They shot them, and when they done that, they tramped upon them, and mashed their heads with their boots, and shot them after they were down.” Father seized son and tried to flee, but the mob tore the pair apart. Lucien Capla suffered a fractured skull and a gunshot wound; Alfred received four bullets, three knife wounds, and the obliteration of his right eye. Police threw both in jail, but both survived.

Inside the hall, Dr. A.P. Dostie, a white dentist and leading convention delegate, tried to calm the trapped delegates and spectators. “The flag will protect us!” Dostie cried from the podium. Then a bullet pierced his arm. The rioters entered the hall, firing indiscriminately. Two policemen dragged Dostie to the city’s main thoroughfare, where the mob took turns striking, clubbing, and shooting him.  As Dostie lay dying, police flung his body into a cart, parading him before the cheering crowds.

When federal troops finally arrived hours later, the floor was sticky with blood. Three white delegates and more than forty African American supporters lay dead.  Another 150 lay wounded. Only one white Democrat had been killed, by a policeman’s stray bullet.

Yet the attack backfired. News of the brutality swept the nation and horrified the North, galvanizing northern white support for African American political and civil rights. Republicans swept the 1866 Congressional elections. In 1867, Congress passed the First Reconstruction Act, placing the South under federal military control and calling for new constitutional conventions in which African American men could vote for delegates.  Federal officials removed Mayor Monroe and other former Confederate officials from office. Louisiana’s new legislature dissolved the New Orleans’ police department and replaced it with a racially integrated force.

In November 1867, under the protection of federal troops, an interracial coalition of white, freeborn, and formerly enslaved political operatives convened another state constitutional convention in New Orleans. Delegates included survivors of the 1866 massacre. The assembly wrote one of the most radically advanced constitutions in the nation’s history. The document, which remained in force for just over a decade, guaranteed equal justice before the law, equal political and civil rights for men, and universal access to public transportation and public accommodations. It also mandated the creation of a state funded and racially integrated public education system.

Both perpetrators and victims of the 1866 Massacre recognized that the vote formed the basis of the nation’s political fabric. Yet in fighting to stamp out African American political participation, the 1866 rioters had inadvertently helped usher in a democratic revolution, the likes of which Louisiana would not see again for another century.