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something something dykes on bikes 🏍️🌈💨 (because it's not pride without some l e a t h e r)

She is willing to work with men in leadership positions even post-mind control and she will actually compliment and admire their tyrannical prowess

She will argue that the refugees in Baldur’s Gate should be enslaved because it’s practical and better for them that way, not because they’re weak lesser races that deserve to be subjugated

following the end of the war between humanity and orcs, your father takes on an orc refugee who claims he was once a cook in the army, but is now a mere, simple gardener.

warnings; "you are not immune to propaganda", extreme classism, mentions of death, mentions of the king having concubines, probably some uncomfy details, the end of this is very much mc's privileged life showing through, mc also moves fast lmao

wc; 2,000

divider; @/strangergraphics

a/n: so, this has potential to be a part two because I'd like to write a smut part, but that's up to y'all let me know. also, I sort of imagine him as a "pretty" orc. cop out? maybe. but, oh well.

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When King Zytmar rode into the Capital City with the head of orc warlord Varrok Dreadhammer mounted on a spear, the people knew that the war was finally over.

The celebrations lasted weeks into the harvest season, with good barley wine and trestle tables draped in purple and glistening golden thread, feeding all weary travelers and the city's downtrodden poor until the seams of their clothes strained around their bellies. It was all a fleeting fantasy, however, a delusional sense of oneness that would vanish once the king's sense of goodwill diminished and he hardened towards the pleas and bargaining of those lesser.

Perhaps it was through that eventual return to normalcy and social order that you were so surprised to see an orc on your doorstep, amidst a sweltering summer day. He did not wear heavy armor made of steel and fortified leather, nor did he carry an enormous mace or hammer or great-sword stained pale pink with blood, as all of the stories claimed you should expect if you were to ever see an orc in person. The clothing he wore was simple and threadbare, breathable in the heat, with a modest pack across his shoulder.

Minthara with a Durge that is usually stoic but loses her absolute mind when Minthara is hurt during battle and has to leave her behind. Something about this is ✨chef's kiss angst ✨

So share this moment with me.

The sound of bodies hitting the floor once filled my sick tadpole riddled brain with pleasure. I craved the noise that the full limp weight would make when it collapsed to the ground especially if it were marble or stone. One would assume that this audience hall turned slaughterhouse would be the perfect playground for the foul creature within; however the sound of hers hitting the cold floors ripped loose a monster unlike the urge.

Steel watchers littered the hall around us but the fucking Banites were relentless in attacks. Shadowheart kept to the balconies to throw healing spells and whatever else she could to protect Karlach and Minthara on the ground. I had stayed opposite of Shadowheart on own my balcony shooting off arrows before Gortash's minions could reach my companions on the ground.

I had been so careful to keep them back enough to be out of range but close enough that Karlach and Minthara could some damage. Shadowheart had done what she could to counteract any spells that they threw also but one had slipped past our defenses.

Time slowed when I saw purple envelope Karlach and her turn towards the drow with her axe raised high. I heard my own screams through the chaos as Karlach's axe came swinging down on Minthara before Shadowheart or I could do anything. As soon as the damage had been dealt, Karlach snapped out of it with horror smeared across her face. She swung once more at the Banite that had used Mind Mastery on her and they too crumpled to the ground with an arrow sticking through their chest too.

My body worked without my direction and mist stepped me to Minthara;s fallen body. Warm blood pooled under my legs as I knelt down and began frantically searching for the largest wound to put pressure on. Karlach was cursing and screaming somewhere around us but I couldn't see past Minthara;s paling skin and liters of blood gushing under my hands.

I said her name numerous times, trying to get a response but nothing. Not even a flutter of her eyes or stutter of her breath, nothing at all.

I felt a hand drop to my shoulder and pull me away as Shadowheart quietly told me that we needed to leave.

"Heal her first." i snapped at her through sobs. Rage swirled through my veins and screamed as it morphed into something far more deadly. My father’s sick desires and my sister’s mocking cackles haunted my mind as blood soaked my armor. Shadowheart flinched at my tone and withdrew her hand slightly. She looked down at with such disgusting pity that I wanted to turn my own weapon against her.

"I..you know I can't do that. We can revive her back at camp but we need to go now."

“Fucking pathetic Selûnite scum," the voice seethed in my riddled head and tried to escape out of my mouth, "worshippers of darkness who weep like babes when faced with real darkness."

The voice raged and thrashed against the weakening confines of my mind as I clenched my jaw before and turned to look up at her. The more blood that touched my skin, the more power the voice gained over my mouth.

"No heal her. Now. She's not dead, just unconscious."

She shook her head at me but said the spell and as she had expected, nothing happened.

Karlach yelled something from behind us and barreled towards us with mild panic pulled across her face.

“Gortash’s lap dogs are calling in reinforcements and unless either of you have a scroll of ‘send their asses to the Hells’, we need to get a fucking move on it,” she huffed as she defended us from any oncoming attacks.

"What a beautiful sight it would it be to peel your flesh from your bones and see how Zariel placed that engine in your chest," the words poured from my lips like the blood pouring from Minthara's cooling body. Karlach made a choking noise as she shot a disgusted look back at me before turning back to the fight. Shadowheart sat back on her hunches and gently reached out to me.

"Do not lay a hand on me you welp of a cleric! You failed your goddess time and time again and now you fail to do the one thing you're useful for," the voice that rattled through my chest may have been mine but it felt completely foreign.

I dropped my eyes down to the drow in my lap and took a deep shuddering breath. We needed to get out of here and fast. I knew that Shadowheart was right; we could revive Minthara back at camp but I couldn't stomach the thought of leaving her here even if it was just her body.

"I...I'm sorry," I whispered, perhaps to Shadowheart and Karlach or perhaps to Minthara, before standing and sending a barrage of throns down on the enemies. "We're leaving. Now"

As most people know or can figure out by simply searching for the definition, fascism is a far-right, authoritarian, and ultranationalist political ideology and movement. What that means is that it is a highly structured and complex system that is designed to force obedience and maintain it. However one person cannot force an entire country into submission without a support system. There has to be a foundation of support and acceptance in order for fascism to rise to power.

Fascism is not your typical authoritarian movement though. Authoritarianism is a more broad term to define governments that demand complete political control while fascism requires complete control period. Everything is controlled and dictated by the leader under the guise that through this leader, the country can be led to greatness. Through Hitler and Hitler alone, Germany could be made a new and achieve greatness. Through Trump and Trump alone, America can be great again, can be healthy again.

Robert Paxton, a prominent American political scientist and historian, defines fascism as “a form of political behavior marked by obsessive preoccupation with community decline, humiliation, or victimhood and by compensatory cults of unity, energy, and purity, in which a mass-based party of committed nationalist militants, working in uneasy but effective collaboration with traditional elites, abandons democratic liberties and pursues with redemptive violence and without ethical or legal restraints goals of internal cleansing and external expansion.”

To sum it up; it preys on existing patriotism and exploits it to the highest degree when a country is in perceived distress. It could be true distress like a country facing complete collapse after a violent world war or social distress due to religious extremism as we are seeing in the US right now.

It seeks to eliminate any and all opposition by whatever means necessary; first through more subjective means such as propaganda and turning the public interest which then leads to more physical means such as almost invincible law enforcement groups and violence. Concentration camps were not all death camps and didn’t start out that way. They started as work camps and prison camps to house political opponents and anyone who spoke out against the Nazis.

Now where do white women fit into this?

Women’s role in fascism is to demonstrate her patriotism and support her country by birthing and nurturing the next generation of boys and girls to become soldiers and mothers. Just like how you can’t force an entire country into submission without support, you can’t force every woman in a country to birth and raise more fascists. There has to be some level of acceptance and support for the cause in order for people to submit its demands.

The problem with my explanation of women’s role within fascism though is that it assumes there cannot women who are also driving the rise of fascism when we know that isn’t true.

Here are two lists of prominent women within the Nazi party that I found within seconds of searching “famous women nazi sympathizers”:

1. Female guards

2. Women of the third reich

Imagine the lists I would’ve put together if I had spent 5, 10, 20, 30 minutes researching Nazi women.

Now back to the original post, it is by design that we believe that white women are not capable of being willing and active fascists. It is by design that we think them to be poor little bambis that need to be protected and shielded from the consequences of their actions. They didn’t know any better so we can’t really hold them responsible right?

Bull fucking shit.