#political puppets

[jccheapalier]

Dave Portnoy GOES OFF On Hollywood Celebrities Endorsing Kamala After De...

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

Once you see it, you can't unsee it.

🐱"Listening to her is nails on a chalkboard, no matter what she does it's just so phony!"

💎"You know what I can't really tell the difference between---she's like an older version of Meghan Markle to me, that's how I see it. I'm sorry, I just see it. The exact same thing---the whole background, just the whole package..."

🐱"And if you're a male that votes for them you're Harry!"

💎"Come on men! Man up! I'm so tired of these soy boys!"

[drjacquescoulardeau]

Hong Kong über alles and elections, fake or not, in so many places you cannot keep track of them

[haze-of-hyperfixations]

*meanwhile, in the Underworld* Polites: Eurylochus, back so soon? And...there's the rest of your crew. And by the gods, what happened to you? Eurylochus, who is sick of thematically-significant reprises: >:(

[immaculatasknight]

Much ado about nothing

[the-orange-shit-stain-scam]

So called MAGA “Patriot” leaders wrap themselves in our flag while pissing on the legacy of our founding fathers and the constitution. A vote for The False Orange Savior is a vote for tyranny. Putin thanks all of the MAGA politicians via $$$ for their service in the dismantling of the “United” States of America. It is always hard to accept that you have been scammed. However, this is reality. Look up how Putin was trained to take down western governments via creating this form of internal cancer when he was in the KGB.

[heritageposts]

Podcast w/Rania Khalek and Nima Shirazi, link + transcript above ↑

[lizzybeeee]

Am I the only one who thinks it's fucked up that the Mortalitasi are parading about King Markus's corpse...as opposed to letting the next in line rule??

He's alive in DAI - old, but very much flesh and blood - and we know this because the venatori use blood magic on him to get him under their control. So, what is he in DATV then? Are they implying that he's a lich? That he still has his mind? That they've got a spirit in there?

What do they gain from this? Cassandra's, what, 64th in line for the throne? So there's a bunch of potential heirs just hanging about -> potential heirs who want the crown because we know that Cassandra's parents were executed for trying to overthrow him.

Cassandra may not be fond of her family, but I can't imagine her letting this slide. This is the type of shit that gets an Exalted March called down on you! Especially if she's divine?! Nevarran's can be 'death-focused'* yes, but they let the living rule and not the dead.

It's their belief that when their soul passes through the Fade it results in a spirit being displaced - so they have the Mortalitasi find the spirit a new home in the Necropolis. That is their job - they maintain the Necropolis and, according to DATV, sometimes deal with awry magic.

The potential relation to a Divine or the Head of the Seekers, the King of Nevarra, is having his corpse puppeted about by a mage...and no one seems to care?!

Is this not super fucked up to anyone else?!!!

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Edit - I put this down in the tags but I think it's important to point out: In all the previous games up to this point not once has a mage, manipulating a corpse like this, ever been portrayed as quirky or funny. This is not the norm of what the Mortalitasi are supposed to do - they honour the dead they do not puppet them.

Thedas is a world very strongly intertwined with faith, especially the Chantry. It is Nevarra's attitudes towards death and their burial practices that distinguishes it from other Andrastian nations - they still have the Chantry, the Templars, and the Circle of Magi just as the rest of Southern Thedas has.

It's impossible to imagine any Divine (Leliana, Cassandra, or Vivienne) hearing of this occurring and not taking action against this. It's extremely strange that Emmrich bemoans that half the nobility know this has occurred when this action should be seen as nothing short of an abomination to the faithful - including Emmrich.

[homers-filing-cabinet]

I keep seeing many theories as to how Odysseus was able to defeat Poseidon in 600 Strike and I desperately need Jorge to confirm at least one of them.

So far the two I’ve been seeing a lot are what I’ll call the “Boon of Ares Theory” where Odysseus is being blessed by Ares as well as what I’ll call the “600 Shades Theory” in which The Shades of Odysseus’ fleet (and Anticlea) are are empowering Odysseus, hence the name “600 Strike”.

High key like the 600 Shades theory more, and I also need an explanation as to why the voicelines change for both Polites and Eurylochus. Why now does Polites say “you can relax, my friend” and why does Eurylochus say “after all we’ve lost and all we’ve learned”? Why those lines specifically???

Actively filing a request to Jorge. Every detail that’s written in Epic is INTENTIONAL.

[beauty-funny-trippy]

When Putin pouts, you can be sure of one thing — somewhere in the world, freedom and democracy triumphed.

[awesomecooperlove]

OBAMA OPENLY ENCOURAGES ILLEGALS TO VOTE

💩👿💩

[subtle-as-an-earthquake]

tiny little puppet 🩵 [x]

[blessedbyahuntress]

Blessed by a Trickster

Chapter Eleven: HeR vOiCe- Yeah, I'll Shut Up Now

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A/N: I'm so sorry for the wait guys! I was staring at this song's lyrics for, like, and hour.

Warnings: Not really a warning, but I switched around so many of this song's lyrics and cut them off and- I just wouldn't really recommend listening to it? But it's your choice.

Word Count: 1.7k

Listen to: Puppeteer

It had been three long nights since your last training session with Hermes. You thought about this as your feet hit the sand of a beautiful beach, next to Eurylochus. 

Eurylochus. He was acting odd. He was more stiff when he talked to you, and you didn’t like this development at all. No, he wasn’t becoming distant, just harder to talk to.

You came up behind him, resting a hand on his shoulder, even if he was so tall, you had to stand on your tiptoes to achieve this. He turned his head slowly, freezing when his eyes met yours. You gently removed your hand, but didn’t step away. “What’s wrong?” You asked.

And there. The moment was broken. Eurylochus averted his gaze, the barest of blush on his cheeks. “Tell you later,” he promised before heading in Odysseus’s direction.

You watched him go for a while, debating whether to go find Polites or go after Eurylochus. Your feet seemed to choose for you, walking after your friend before your brain even registered what was happening.

“Captain,” you heard when you neared. “I have something that I must confess. Something that I must get off my chest.” You slowed a bit, ears perked to listen for more. “Until it is said I cannot rest.”

There was a long beat of silence, and you chose to walk over then. Neither of the men seemed to realize you were there, or at least they never acknowledged you.

“Captain?” Eurylochus asked. 

“Eurylochus, Y/N, go make sure this island is secure,” Odysseus ordered. 

“But captain-” You cut Eurylochus off with a swift jap with your elbow to his ribcage. 

“There’s only so much left we can endure.” You nodded in agreement to Odysseus’s words. The captain turned away, satisfied that you would get Eurylochus to follow through with the order. “Whatever you need to say can wait some more. Of that I’m sure.”

Eurylochus looked down to his shuffling feet and sighed in resignation. “Okay,” he relented, signaling for you and four other men to follow him into the forest.

You skillfully maneuvered through the tangles of vines and trees, following Eurylochus as he ambled ahead.

“Now is later,” you said, forcing your legs to walk faster to meet the pace of his longer ones.

“What?” Eurylochus asked, stopping for a moment out of confusion. 

You rolled your eyes. You hadn’t slowed a bit, and Eurylochus jogged to catch up with you. When he did, you poked him hard in the side, the vulnerable part of his body, though he’d never admit it with anything more than a yelp. “You said you’d tell me what was wrong later, ya imbecile,” you teased. “Now is later.”

Eurylochus gave you a small smile, eyes softening as his gaze met your burning one.

But then his eyes flicked back to the path in front of you and he froze, causing you to as well.

You looked up at Eurylochus’s wide eyed gaze and then followed it. What you saw made you gasp.

The entrance to an extravagant palace. Pink-gold walls glinted in the sunlight, nearly blinding you. Yet you couldn’t take your eyes off. The castle had so many gardens and glass domes displayed, cherry blossoms and lavenders tinting the air with their sweet smell. You caught yourself wondering who could afford this show of wealth; more gold shimmered than you had ever seen in Odysseus’s palace in Ithaca, nor in Sparta or Troy.

You didn’t have to wonder long, because the huge doors were flung open to reveal the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen.

In her brown hair were daisies and other flowers, woven into her braid. Her chiton was a brilliant white, the kind of chiton you hadn’t worn in ten years. 

“Come inside,” the woman said. You could practically feel your comrades drooling at the words. Everyone took a step forward except for you and Eurylochus.

“No,” you ordered firmly, placing a fist in your palm. 

A man to your right scoffed. “You can’t expect us to say no.” Another step forward in unison. 

The woman wasn’t waiting for an answer. She turned and marched back through the grand doors, and to your dismay everyone except you and Eurylochus followed.

“Welcome to the best part of your lives,” her voice still echoed, and you felt like you should be able to place why it sounded so familiar. “Go ahead and rest wherever you like.”

“Eurylochus,” you breathed. “I have to see what’s going on.” You pointed to a window much taller than you, but low enough that you could probably see through if Eurylochus helped. “Boost me?”

He gave you a quick nod, while the woman’s voice could still be heard. “I’ve got you. Don’t worry, Circe’s got you now.” 

You clambered up Eurylochus’s back, securing yourself in a comfortable position- at least comfortable for you; Your legs were wrapped around his neck, but he would never admit the slight pain your armor inflected to his skin. No, he would rather die than say that to your face.

“Take a seat,” you could hear. You gently put your hands on the windowsill and peeked inside. 

The woman was serving all of the men- your comrades. You could see forms of what looked to be nymphs in one doorway, but of course the numbskulls didn’t notice them.

“Let me bring you all something to eat,” she said. You were almost positive that if there wasn’t glass in between you and her, you would have grabbed one of those juicy chicken legs and swallowed it whole. 

“I bet you’re tired from the years spent on your fleet.” You felt Eurylochus tense beneath you, and your own hands curled into even tighter fists. How could she know about that? “I’ve got you. Don’t worry, Circe’s got you now.”

You watched as the men who had eaten grew snouts and tails. Circe. It came to you just then, just as Circe was saying, “think of your past. And your mistakes. They’ll be the last mistakes you make.”

You pushed your hands away from the window, glancing down at Eurylochus. “We need to get out of here,” you said, panic leaking into your voice. “Now!”

Eurylochus didn’t waste one second, bringing his hands up to disentangle you and set you back on the ground. He didn’t ask questions, which you appreciated, because you would’ve had to panic even more. He simply dragged you back into the forest, hand gripped firmly around your forearm.

“I’ve got all the power, yeah, I got all the power.” Circe’s voice seemed to be following you, as if the sound itself knew you were there. “No, I’m not a player, I'm a puppeteer. No, I don’t play, I puppeteer.”

The two of you burst onto the beach, causing heads to turn towards you. You ignored all of them except for one. 

Odysseus rushed over to you, hand gripped on the hilt of his sword, Polites close behind. 

“Eurylochus, Y/N, back so soon?” Odysseus asked, tilting his head. “Where’s the rest of your crew?”

Polites stepped closer, peering at you over his glasses. He grabbed your shoulders and held you at arm length as he continued to study your face. “By the gods, what happened to you?”

Eurylochus took a step toward the captain, hands spread as he explained, “we came across a palace. Inside we heard a voice. It seemed to show no malice. To greet it was our choice. But nothing could prepare us for the power that awaited inside.”

“What did this palace hide?” Odysseus questioned, intrigued. 

You decided to take it from here, as Eurylochus had not seen what had been going on inside. You slid away from Polites’s grasp and started pacing. “Sir,” you began. “Since we left home we’ve faced a variety of foes from a wide range of places.” You counted on your fingers. “Gods, monsters, you know the roster! Hostile creatures that we could resist. But this was a hell of a twist!” You jabbed a thumb in Eurylochus’s direction as you spoke, “‘cause they are weak to a power like this!”

“What was it?” Odysseus demanded. 

“A woman,” you deadpanned.

“What?”

“She had us in just two words,” Eurylochus added while you mimicked Circe’s, “come inside.”

“Damn,” Odysseus said, and you knew instantly that he’d forgive whoever went in after the woman.

“Only we stayed outside, but the rest went in!” Eurylochus stated. 

“By the time they ate, it was far too late,” you reported, taking up the story again. “For inside the meal, she had cast a spell. They began to squeal, and grow snouts and tails. She changed them!”

“They transformed.” Your voice was beginning to get shaky, and you steeled yourself. “And it wasn’t quick. She turned our men, from men to pigs!” 

“We have to go save them,” Odysseus said, taking a few steps toward the forest before he was cut off by Eurylochus. 

“No, we don’t!” The second in command cried. He took a deep breath, regaining his composure. He swept his hand in the direction of the rest of the bustling crew. “Look at all we’ve lost and all we’ve learned. Every single cost is so much more than what we’ve earned. Think of all the men we have left, before there are none. Let’s just cut our losses, you and I, and let’s run.”

You stepped forward, a bit of anger boiling to the surface as you glared at Eurylochus. “Of course we’d like to leave now. Of course we’d like to run!” You raised your voice in the last sentence, purely on accident. You lowered your head a bit, ashamed of yourself. Only a captain was allowed to speak to a second in command like you were. 

You felt a hand on your shoulder and you turned your head slightly, your eyes meeting Polites’s own, kind ones. 

“But I can hardly sleep now, knowing everything we’ve done,” your friend agreed, staring down Eurylochus with the same intensity you had had about five seconds ago. 

“There’s no length I wouldn’t go, if it was you I had to save,” Odysseus spoke from right next to you, and you jumped. “I can only hope you’d do the same.”

You all looked to Odysseus, waiting for his decision. 

“Y/N, come with me. We’ll go find this witch.” He spat the word out like they tasted vile on his tongue as he marched into the thick forest.

Eurylochus sighed and looked down. You rested a reassuring hand on his shoulder. 

“We’ll be okay,” you said, giving him one last half-smile as you hurried after Odysseus.

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[sepiamestus]

Anyways if i see one more person giving chappel roan shit for not endorsing harris I'll actually snap. She's your perfect lesbian icon until she has an opinion you don't like and suddenly she's a disgrace to queer folks. She is not your fucking political endorsement machine she is a real human person with her own morals. It genuinely blows my mind how people are turning on her so fast because she said that both political parties, which have been and intend to keep funding a year long genocide, have problems. You're all fucking spinless

[limplegsakimbo]

[shiftythrifting]

Deflated corpse of George W Bush.