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Wikipedia says that fascism is "characterized by a dictatorial leader, centralized autocracy, militarism, forcible suppression of opposition, belief in a natural social hierarchy, subordination of individual interests for the perceived good of the nation and race, and strong regimentation of society and the economy."

This guy is the dictator and he has absolute power over his sect. He crushes all resistance brutally (how brutal depends on the manhwas but I've seen slavery, systematic killing, and sexual assault and torture). He's very militaristic and the narrative feeds the idea that constant war and violence is glorious. The whole idea of cultivators and superpowers in general SCREAMS natural hierarchy. The common people are canonically inferior to people who can cultivate. Not to mention the casual misogyny. Often times the people who resist are referred to as insects or otherwise subhuman by our dictator protagonist dude. Sometimes there's even a race of demons that need to be systematically eradicated. And if the dude has regressed after being betrayed, the narrative has the classical fascist argument that his enemies are both weak and pathetic, yet at the same time extremely dangerous. Economy and society often becomes very regimented under the dude as he transforms his weak underlings into brave warriors and talented craftsmen dedicated only to him and the sect. Often when he returns to the sect after a version of 'i need to brutally beat and torture this other sect for resisting me' there is some sort of big military salute in his courtyard or whatever.

Some background: my parents, though not super strict, did have a hard ban on some foods and such cause they were unhealthy af. One such banned food item was gum. So like all 12-year-old brats, I developed a bit of an obsession with eating the Forbidden Foods.

And more like this

So once I was baking a cake with my friends for a fake "wedding" we were doing and we made the cake but then. we ran out of butter. for the frosting. So we were like "oh no" and there wasnt enough frosting. And so then we all went to sleep (it was a sleepover too)

and I had a dream that I went to the kitchen for a midnight snack to get some ice cream cause why not. And I opened the freezer. And what do I see? A whole fuckin box of butter. Like. Containing 4 whole sticks. And I was like oh yay. Then we can make more icing tomorrow and promptly went back to sleep.

I mean like I'm totally down too. Like?? Being adorable?? Because we do cute weird stuff body else does?? Immaculate. Amazing. I temporarily achieve nirvana.

I think it's cool tho that for a bunch of people, the ultimate fantasy -- something they write about and share with others, too-- is being quirky and being loved for it.