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“And lo! Here approaches my best knight,” the king announces to the jester as the knight squeezes through the door. The poor jester looks thankful to see her as he hurries out of the king’s gaze. “Come, show me your skill.”
The knight throws a few carefully angled swings for the king. He watches with a delighted expression, but she can see the soullessness in his eyes. Her stomach flips uncertainly.
“You are an excellent swordsman, knight,” he says flatly. “Now, tell me, why should I allow you to stay within my walls?”
The jester averts his gaze awkwardly. Is she about to get fired? “… Because I’m an excellent swordsman and your best knight,” she tries, and the king huffs in his telltale way of saying WRONG.
“Perhaps that was on me for being unspecific.” He picks up a wine glass from the golden table next to his throne, swirling it idly. “I hear you liaise with dragons.”
The knight’s attempt to keep her expression neutral fails miserably. The king watches with keen interest as her eyes widen and her mouth moves in an abysmal attempt to form some sort of defence. She’s acutely aware of the jester watching curiously too—whatever she says next will be the castle’s gossip for the next month. Maybe two if nothing of interest happens before then.
Well shit. Might as well fall into treason headfirst.
She reaches a hand into the front of her breastplate, earning a soft squeak from something inside. The king leans forward on his throne. The jester peers as close as he dares.
Her hand comes back with a short purple string laced around her fingers. Or she does at first glance, and closer inspection reveals her ribbon to be a tiny dragon, yawning and digging tiny claws into her fingers.
The king roars so loud the dragon startles. The knight and the jester don’t fare much better. “Beast!” he howls.
“Beast! Beast! Beast! Beast!” the room echoes back to them.
“You bring this creature within my walls?” he demands. “You slander my name—my rule—with your disregard to my kindness for you?”
“She’s harmless!” the knight cries over him. The dragon isn’t a fan of the racket, and is making a great effort to slip up her sleeve. “She looks after my finances.”
“Disgusting beast,” the king spits.
“The dragon,” the jester says quietly, valiantly ignoring the way the king’s stare snaps to him, “is your accountant?”
The knight fishes a coin from her pouch, gently tapping the dragon with its edge. Its gaze snaps to her gold, its past endeavour with her sleeve forgotten as it grapples for her coin. It twists its body around it excitedly, gnawing at the edge like a toddler, a quiet hum emitting from it as it does.
“That noise it is making,” the king shrieks, “it is going to attack!”
“No!” the knight shouts over him. “It’s like a cat—she’s purring. It means she’s happy.”
“Dragons do not purr,” the king retorts, but the dragon is undeniably making a noise that sounds remarkably like purring. The jester takes a cautious step closer.
The knight tucks her finger under her chin, giving it a hearty scratch. The dragon’s humming gets louder, her eyes closing blissfully at the touch.
“How does it… work?” the jester asks. The knight offers him a smile that she hopes conveys how grateful she is for his interest in the face of the king’s disgust.
“She takes my coins—my salary, my earnings, anything.” The knight adjusts her hand so the dragon sits more comfortably in her palm. She doesn’t seem to mind, too busy clamping her jaw around the gold to notice. “She keeps a hoard no one but her can find. I earned her trust, and whenever I need money she gives it to me.”
“She is a thief,” the king spits, but the rage is losing momentum in the face of such a cute little thing. The knight doesn’t miss how she’s suddenly not an ‘it’.
“I give her all the money she has. She’s just better at keeping money than most humans,” the knight says with a grin, “because she doesn’t spend it all in a tavern.”
The jester snorts. The king raises his eyebrows. Silence falls for a moment as they all watch the dragon get comfortable in the knight’s hand, her tiny body choking her coin, a claw wrapped around her thumb as she nestles in and closes her eyes.
The jester lets out a short “aww,” that’s louder than he probably intended.
“Tsch,” the king says. He leans back in his throne like he’s lost interest. “A beast is a beast. I am most displeased you were disloyal to my word, knight.”
“I apologise, your majesty,” the knight says. It’s all she can say, really. “I will fix things.”
“You… may keep the thing,” the king continues after a moment of intense deliberation. The knight attempts to not to look too surprised. The jester doesn’t even try. “But it is your accountant and nothing more. If I discover it torching my palace I will execute both it and you.”
“Accounting is what she’s best at, your majesty,” the knight says brightly. “You’ll never have to see her again.”
The king nods shortly, though his gaze is traitorously locked onto the purple ball in her hand. “I would not be adverse, knight,” the king says slowly, like he doesn’t quite want to, “if you felt it right to study. We did not know dragons purr, or like coin.”
“Your majesty?”
“Gather your resources and come back to me with knowledge of the beasts.” He waves a hand dismissively. “I will reconsider your treasonous actions if you can prove that your creature poses no threat to my rule or my people.”
A lot of questions are rattling through her brain. “Your majesty, what do—”
“That is all. Jester!” The king turns his attention away from her and back to the jester as he takes centrestage, looking a lot less stressed than before. He gives her a subtle nod and the lightest smile—a small gesture between the servants of the castle, a simple well done.
The knight leaves the hall with the king’s uproaring laughter following her. The dragon stays curled in her hand, and she runs her thumb over it carefully, the dragon’s body warm and prickly to the touch.
A knight to a scholar in one conversation. She doesn’t even know how to write.
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The bomb was unequivocally genocidal and racist but so was the opposing side of the war and it feels disingenuous if not blatantly antisemitic to post callouts about Oppenheimer without acknowledging that he was Jewish
this is the weirdest fucking ask I have ever received and I am posting it exclusively because I NEED to roast this person's whole thought process. I need to.
"The bomb was unequivocally genocidal and racist-" yes, dropping a bomb on multiple Japanese cities is indeed genocidal and racist.
"-but so was the opposing side of the war" yes, hitler was genocidal and racist. However, you are now engaging in a debate about whether bombing Hiroshima and Nagasaki was "deserved"; whether all of those civilians deserved to die in the name of *checks notes* a more complete surrender by the Japanese government than the one already being negotiated.
And, of course, in service of flexing on Russia.
"it feels disingenuous if not blatantly antisemitic to post callouts about Oppenheimer" this is the post anon is referring to. if you click that link and read the post, you'll notice that it is not, in fact, a callout post of Oppenheimer. It's a post about how much it sucks that the movie, "Oppenheimer", does not include or mention at any point the people (particularly indigenous people) injured or otherwise affected by the bomb's testing.
"-without acknowledging that he was Jewish." Sorry. is your argument that it's antisemitic not to mention that Oppenheimer is Jewish when discussing the ethics of doing genocide against Japanese people?
Like this whole argument is that it is actually antisemitic if you don't bring up that Oppenheimer was Jewish any time the bombing of Japan is mentioned, because- and I'm working on inferred meaning now- it's actually okay to do genocide on Japanese civilians, so long as their government is in a political alliance with nazis, and the person "doing" the genocide is Jewish.
And you are arguing this in defense not only of a guy who is in no way being attacked here in the first place, but who also did not actually do a genocide personally so much as, like, work on nuclear technology for the US military (and there are some moral nuances there as well, don't get me wrong, but... woof.)
With the added assumption that Oppenheimer worked on the bomb because Japan was allied with Germany and that he, personally, actively, wanted to genocide Japanese civilians. A thing that, to my knowledge, he has never actually stated- and in fact, it seems that a significant part of the plot of Oppenheimer is that he regretted and attempted to rein in the atomic bomb.
Hey.
Buddy.
I think it's time to learn more about social justice and world history than the little "it's okay to be mad at your oppressors" platitudes that were circulated on Tumblr back in 2014.
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not to be a bitch, but after getting some annoying notes on my gifset of matt's own meta on his own character ludinus, im gonna say it: some of yall are absolutely incapable of viewing c3's villain as anything but popular fandom tropes and it is destroying how you're viewing c3's complexities in itself.
my gifset was matt saying ludinus was one of the smartest & oldest people on exandria, and therefore was not hitching his hopes onto predathos on a whim. the tags? "haha! see! wizard hubris!"
how is that what he said?
part of why theres rifts in how folk view lud is because some of us are listening to matt in & out of game. when ludinus looked disdainfully at imogen saying power was enticing and replied that power was just a tool, when his eye twitched at caleb implying he wanted power, i dont think he was lying - thats a constant years-long thread. when ludinus said he planned (and therefore lived) for "a thousand years" twice at the key, i didnt think he was lying, because he was clearly emotional & feeling finality (confirmed by matt), and i noted that how dedicated he was to his cause indicated he was being more than just stupid hopeful about it (even if he could be strung along all this time, still; i dont trust predathos at present. but i havent known him for 300ish years (when we can assume lud contacted him whilst destroying molaesmyr)).
while some of us are leaping to attach tropes like "powerhungry mage" & "wizard hubris" & "classic evil for no reason villain" to him, when hes blatantly made opposite them. part of what makes ludinus interesting is he's a breakdown of these ideas fandom has seen in nearly every wizard before him. the problem is that fandom is convinced, for some reason, hes nothing but vecna 2.0. they assume every word he says is a lie, they assume hes a "poser" pretending to have survived the calamity, they assume he's never thought out his 1000 year plan before, because it's easier to do that than to think that maybe he's a character motivated by trauma & locked-away rage due to the gods, and that he, with a probably 29 or 30 intelligence, has some reason to trust the god on the moon as much as we have reason to believe in melora.
im sorry for such a long rant over a fandom, but.... i really care about ludinus. i want to bite his nose off as much as anyone but the least this fanbase could do is take time to understand that a villain is in fact not bound by the most reductive ideas possible, and it is not morally evil to ponder on why he is how he is. i knew he was going to be The Problem, The BBEG, the second we met him, years ago. yknow how i knew? i paid attention and didnt reduce him to the idea he was just a boring power hungry politician because it was easier than thinking.
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