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The New Order: Last Days of Europe
(Disclaimer: This is artwork based on an alternate history video game)
#my art#horror#digital painting#grimdark#cw: gore#fanart#hoi4#cw: blood#cw: weed#cw: war#cw: nazis#cw: ww2 imagery#tno mod#the new order last days of europe
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This weekend, neo-Nazis threw flyers featuring some of my colleagues and me onto doorsteps around San Jose. As much as I hate giving them more attention, we must stay vigilant of the growing antisemitic and anti-queer movement in the U.S. These flyers truly show that our struggles have always been connected.
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Women’s Army Corps Cpl. Barbara Fenster (left) and Cpl. Genevieve E. Guethlein secure information from German prisoner of war Pvt. Frederick Bonk, captured in Tunisia. September 7, 1943, at Hampton Roads Port of Embarkation.
Record Group 336: Records of the Office of the Chief of Transportation
Series: Photographic Albums of Prints of Hampton Roads Port of Embarkation
Image description: Inside a tent, a young man in a German uniform with “AFRIKAKORPS” on his sleeve stands to the side of a desk. Seated at the desk are two women in Women’s Army Corps uniforms, who are writing. In the background are more desks and more German prisoners of war.
#archivesgov#September 7#1943#1940s#World War II#WWII#military#U.S. Army#Women's Army Corps#POW#prisoners of war#cw: nazis#cw: swastika#hopefully not actually visible at this resolution
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Kratos would punch Nazis for misusing his wife and son's heritage.
#friendly reminder that nazis like to appropriate norse culture#and that shit ain't acceptable#gow#gow 2018#gow: ragnarok#god of war 2018#god of war: ragnarok#kratos#atreus#my stuff#cw: nazis
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I have to do a ton of research into metaphysical, esoteric, and occult topics for my fiction. I really enjoy talking about these topics and also screaming about the nonsense one finds when you're interested in these topics.
I considered making a new side blog for this, then decided that this isn't so out of the way of what I normally reblog that it would be out of place here. I'll mark anything that's not kid friendly in case there are kids following me. I did promise to keep this place PG-13 after all.
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First set of videos are about Atlantis, and I came across them when I went looking for how the idea of Atlantis being real came about and why that idea is so intertwined with white supremacists. These videos are an excellent explainer! Toss them at anyone who claims there is actual evidence for Atlantis.
This third one is... pretty difficult listening. You can stop with the first two and not miss much if you really don't want to dive in to how the Atlantis thing gets tied even tighter to racist effery once the antecedents to the Nazis come along.
Also, kids, don't watch this last video.
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The biggest takeaway for me is that pretty much everything terrible in esoteric and occult circles after the 1700 can be blamed directly on the Theosophists. I'll post some videos about them later.
BTW I'm tagging all these posts Occulted Tempest (OcculTempest? nah, that's silly.)
#Occulted Tempest#occult#esoteric#metaphysical#Atlantis#cw: nazi#cw: nazis#cw: white supremacy#cw: white supremacists#cw: racism#cw: antisemitism#Theosophists Ruin Everything#Theosophy is to blame#Youtube
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Has Namor ever been cloned?
CW: Nazism, Holocaust, Experimentation
Experiment N2 in Weapon X (2002) #14, During WWll Mister Sinister worked with the Nazis to do experiments on Jewish prisoners. One time the Invaders showed up and Mister Sinister was overcome by how powerful Namor was, he was so excited he couldn't move. (villains getting hot and bothered by how perfect & powerful Namor is, is a surprisingly common occurrence)
Then I suppose there is the Sins of Sinister page where Namor and Doom were Sinister Clones. Sins of Sinister (2023) #1
Skrull Clone Namor in New Avengers (2005) #44
Though technically not clones, Namor's DNA was used by Dr. Dorcas to create Tiger Shark, one of Namor's enemies, in The Sub-Mariner (1968) #5. Also the DNA of Namor, Jim Hammond (Human Torch), and Steve Rogers (Captain America) was used to create Ubermensch, a Nazi super soldier, in Captain America & Bucky (2011) #622.
#namor#namor the sub mariner#namor mckenzie#mister sinister#skrulls#clones#experiment n2#cw: nazis#imp answers
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To love you, to lose you
After encountering Furfur and the Nazis, Aziraphale realizes that he can't let Crowley rescue him any more.
Written for Whumptober 2023 Day 28 – “We might not make it to the morning, so go on and tell me now.” | Bloody knife | Sacrifice | “You’ll have to go through me.”
Content warnings: Nazis, Holocaust references (nothing explicit)
“Expect a Legion to come for you first thing tomorrow,” the demon sneered, waving the evidence envelope up triumphantly. “Enjoy your last night on Earth.”
Aziraphale schooled his features as the odious being turned back toward the Nazis. Crowley was reclining on the divan, his hat covering his face. To anybody else, he might look relaxed, the epitome of sloth, but the angel could see how rigid his body was – like a coiled snake preparing to strike.
Belated, he realized the interloper was granting the fascist trio an eternal existence, to plague humanity, and he tucked the information away to be dealt with after that accursed miracle blocker had expired.
Empty of the euphoria he’d experienced just minutes ago, Aziraphale surreptitiously slid the photograph into his pocket. He nudged Crowley’s shoulder slightly, barely jostling it as though each touch would damn the redhead further.
“Let’s go,” he murmured, grabbing his coat and hat off the rack.
He couldn’t stop the faint blush that tinged his cheeks or the way his heart fluttered as Crowley discreetly positioned himself between Aziraphale and the infernal entities, shielding the angel as they left. The blonde was torn between leaning into the proximity – slowing just enough that Crowley would place his hand at the small of his back to guide him out the theatre – and cursing the demon for not realizing this behavior was jeopardizing his own safety (How could you be so callous with your safety, my dear, that in the midst of these accusations, you would fan the flames?).
Outside, Crowley’s bravado faded slightly. He jerked his head down the street to where the Bentley was parked, shoving his hands in his pockets. “C’mon, Fell the Marvelous, I’ll give you a lift back to the shop.”
Aziraphale hung back, not even trying to match the demon’s long, quick strides.
“Satan, I need a drink,” Crowley hissed as the angel joined him in the car. His knuckles were white as he clenched the steering wheel.
If Aziraphale covered them with his own, would he feel the same surge of love he felt earlier, when their hands had touched on the valise handle?
The angel stamped down the urge and instead folded his hands primly in his lap. “I have an outstanding bottle of La Romanee Grand Cru 1865 that I’ve been saving for a special occasion. Would you like join me?”
Crowley’s jaw clenched and his shoulders stiffened.
“Should probably be getting out of your hair, Angel – don’t want a Legion of demons to come causing a ruckus at the shop,” the demon answered, stomping his foot down on the gas pedal as the vehicle roared to life.
“I’d like to see them try,” Aziraphale snapped, digging his fingers into the top of his thighs. He fixed his gaze on his neatly manicured nails, trying to distract himself from the flames that licked the sides of the motorcar and the London scenery that they passed in a blur.
Crowley’s lips twitched in amusement. “Going to fight off all of Hell for me, Angel?”
Yes, Aziraphale wanted to yell.
If it meant keeping Crowley safe, he’d tuck him away in the bookshop, with his most treasured tomes and artifacts. He’d take up his sword again and dare Hell to try him, the Guardian of the Eastern Gate.
If he could keep Crowley safe from Heaven, he’d tell him of his discovery tonight. How it’d taken him millennia to recognize his own love for the demon. How he loved the little acts of kindness Crowley performed, twisting the intent to hide his virtue. How his heart had been pounding against his chest since the church had crumbled around them and Crowley had offered him his books.
It was cruel, to realize these things, and then to have to give them up that night.
“I only meant that I doubt that … odious demon will have much authority after tonight,” Aziraphale clarified. He lurched forward as Crowley swung into the empty parking spots in front of the shop, not caring that he was taking up two spaces.
The demon twisted in his seat to peer at Aziraphale over the top of his glasses, the golden hue of his irises filling his cornea. “What are you on about, Aziraphale?”
“I’ll tell you inside,” the angel promised.
Crowley’s face drooped. “Angel, I shouldn’t –“
Ignoring the voice in his head warning him against it, Aziraphale rested his hand on Crowley’s bicep. He felt the demon still beneath his touch, his gaze drawn to the pale white skin.
“Please?” Aziraphale pleaded. “It’s too risky out here.”
“Alright,” he conceded.
It took Aziraphale a full minute before he worked up the will to lift his hand and slide out of the Bentley. Crowley followed a beat behind him, hovering over him as he unlocked the door.
Aziraphale didn’t miss the way Crowley’s eyes assessed the length of the street, as though he expected demons to swarm them any second.
“There we go,” Aziraphale said, just to break the silence, as he opened the doors and gestured for Crowley to go in first.
The demon lingered just inside the door.
“Where do you keep the booze?” he asked lightly, with a weak smile.
Aziraphale snapped his fingers and led Crowley to the back of the shop, where the bottle was chilling on a round table covered by a white cloth. He waited until the demon sat down to draw the photograph out of his pocket, sliding it over the table to the demon.
“Is that –“ Crowley stared at the damning polaroid, at the shades of gray and white bled into black and their chocked faces as they held the rifle. He picked it up, scrutinizing it as Aziraphale poured the wine and sat down. “How?”
The astonishment in his voice sent a chill of delight down the blonde’s spine, thrilled to have impressed and amazed.
“You, my Neferti-fooling fellow, are about to perform on a West End stage,” the demon drawled, stepping closer to him.
Aziraphale’s face flushed with Crowley’s praise as he bashfully looked around.
“If that doesn’t make you a professional conjurer,” Crowley continued.
The angel couldn’t stop the excited smile that stretched across his face.
He was a professional magician. Fell the Marvelous. About to dazzle a crowd of soldiers on a West End stage.
The wine tickled Aziraphale’s tongue as he drank, trying to work up the nerves for what he’d have to do.
“There was a miracle blocker in the room. I saw you put it in the envelope,” Crowley set the photo back on the table and drank, his body easing from its tense state.
“Who needs a miracle when you’ve had private lessons from the Great Prof. Hoffman himself,” the angel preened, palming the picture and holding it up. “I simply say the magic words: banana, fish, gorilla, shoelace with a dash of nutmeg and voila –“
The photo fluttered out of his hand and Aziraphale blushed.
“Well, I did it when it counted,” he pouted slightly, disappointed to have failed in front of Crowley.
The demon smiled nonetheless, one of the small ones he gave when Aziraphale did something particularly funny. (“Buck up, Hamlet!” Aziraphale cheered, his voice ringing in a nearly empty theatre.)
“I think it’s time to retire the magic act,” Crowley urged, finishing his wine.
“Yes, well, I .. uh … I knew you would come through for me,” Aziraphale stammered as he poured a fresh glass. “You always do.”
He cast furtive glances at Crowley as he drank.
“Well, you said trust me,” the demon answered nonchalantly.
He’d trusted Crowley for centuries. To keep his silence about the Arrangement. To be honest with the angel. And Crowley trusted him.
“And you did,” Aziraphale sighed softly. “You could have just walked away. If you were truly as evil as you like to paint yourself, you would have done that.”
“Nah,” Crowley drawled.
The angel thought back to Ur, when Crowley had declared he longed to destroy the blameless children of blameless Job. And the clever way he’d subverted orders to spare the innocent.
Crowley was nice.
“That’s the problem with you lot – you think of things in black and white. Sometimes,” the demon explained, his head swaying the way a snake’s might, “you just gotta blur the edge.”
You lot.
He’d said in Ur. He was on his own side. He’d go along with Hell as far as he could. But Crowley was very clearly not on Hell’s side. And swooping in to save Aziraphale had nearly gotten him caught.
The angel couldn’t let that happen.
“I’ve been meaning to tell you, my dear,” Aziraphale sighed, setting his glass down. “I’ve gotten an assignment from my head offices.”
“Oh? Something for the Arrangement?” Crowley questioned, looking at the angel curiously. “I haven’t heard anything from Hell, but a directive could be coming any day.”
Aziraphale swirled the wine around in his glass, lifting it to his nose so he could savor the full bouquet. He had to be careful with what information he gave away, in case it worked against his plan.
“No, I doubt they will, but either way, Gabriel hinted they might be watching me closely – it’s best to put some distance between you and I.” the angel explained, wrinkling his nose.
America was on his itinerary. But it was only a quick stop before his true destination.
“Gabriel might actually get off his ass for once? I thought for sure he’d been sitting on it for so long, he’d planted roots,” Crowley smirked. “Must definitely be an easy job, then.”
“Yes, I expect so – I’ve just got to pop across the ocean to foment faith in America,” Aziraphale said, frowning. “Though, I suppose I’ll have to go without a decent cup of tea while I’m there. Are you planning any mischief I should distract Heaven from?”
“Ngh, think I might nap – it’s been a while since I took a proper sleep,” Crowley answered, downing the last of his wine. “D’ya have time for one more glass or should I hurry off?”
Why not? One more night of fond memories would be a blessing when he was in Germany and Poland in a few weeks, helping to smuggle Jews out. Aziraphale poured more wine for the both of them and lifted his glass in a toast. “Salud.”
The demon echoed the word.
They both nursed the wine, in no rush for the night to end.
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I know the last thing you should do with bigots is to engage with them. I know that, nothing comes from it.
But I have to admit morbid curiosity at just how far this individual would bend over backward to deny the truth. I’ve come to the conclusion that they must live in a whole different parallel world.
Highlights of this conversation:
claims of not easily being grossed out after the act of consensual sex between two off-age partners in a committed relationship grossed them out (this kickstarted this conversation, fyi)
somehow mixing up and combining atheism, paganism, patriotism and capitalism into one concept of “atheistic paganism”
calling pagan gods “not remotely good” and condemning paganism (which just seems... baffling, considering we’re having a conversation about THEIR god condemning people who have sex before marriage or who simply exist as homosexuals to eternal damnation. Sure, sure, the pagan gods are the evil ones here)
“homophobes do not exist”, based on their narrow definition of the semantics of the word, completely denying the actual concept it refers to
based on the semantics: homophobes have “a solid PTSD-level terror”, so naturally they would never seek out that which they fear
“someone with a phobia about running across homosexuals; why then would such a person even willingly encounter people dealing with same-sex attraction, pray tell?”
saying acts of violence against gays are “forbidden, rightfully so” while in the same sentence saying that voting “against same-sex lifestyles is a Totally different matter altogether“ and lacking the braincells to connect these two dots
still lacking the braincells after I connected the dots of voting against same-sex will restrict and take away rights, inevitably leading to acts of violence against this group of people no longer being forbidden and, ultimately, being incited by the law. I explained this. With the very universally known example of WWII and concentration camps
“they have PTSD about you, but they then seek you out? Come on! None of that makes any sense, really at all!“ they really got hung up on this lil definition of homophobes that they made up in their lil brain
"First of all, homosexuality was openly *supported* by the Nazis“, this is where I reached my limit, btw
“In fact, Trump's supporters are the Good guys at that, as history has proven abundantly.”, a paragraph down from limit reached
"your whole stance is utter nonsense; as the strong need not fear the weak, nor do they“, yeah no this isn’t even a fun thought experiment on how your weird brain works anymore since you just flat out refuse to understand what oppression is and how it works
“the Nazis were really extreme left-wing“ final but FAVORITE line of this whole conversation. The embodiment of the radical right is actually extreme left. For sure, since this whole conversation was very upside down
This was easily the most repulsive conversation I’ve ever had. And, again, I know arguing with bigots is pointless, I never expected to come out of this having converted them or anything, but to actually read the levels of denial of the real world, of real oppression, hate-crimes and the existence of... of just other view points, quite honestly - since they kept claiming “objective reality” over the “fact” that homosexuality is wrong - was... mindblowing.
Nothing makes me feel more like taking a shower, not just or my body but for my soul, than talking to someone who’ll try and act like oppression doesn’t exist.
#tw: homophobia#tw: antisemitism#just to be sure since this whole convo came off hella 'Nazis weren't that bad!'#cw: Nazis#cw: Trump#I can't think of anything else that needs tagging#if it does just tell me#I just. I had to share this nonsense and vent for a sec
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saying that some nonbinary people arent targeted by transmisogyny isnt "forcing them back into a binary." How is a category that includes some binary trans people, some nonbinary people, and all cis people in any way the gender binary?
i actually entirely understand that counterpoint and it's very possible that you're right and i'm wrong. i'm just extremely suspicious of the intense need to have a way to refer to someone's presumed assignment at birth.
and either way i don't think the literal nazis who are sharpening their knives the entire time we argue over whether trans men experience misogyny are going to be less likely to kill my boyfriend than they are to kill me when they come for us.
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#cw: nazis#tw: nazis#it's the morally correct thing to do#andré cymone#minneapolis funk#minneapolis sound#80s#1980s
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It wouldn't actually be too hard to do Post-WWII Spy Smasher stories, seeing as Spy Smasher could easily become a Nazi Hunter tracking down escaped Nazis and bringing them to trial to face justice. Heck, Captain Marvel Jr. would have teamed up with him for these missions as it's very personal to him.
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Alright, this needs to be said:
'Clown world' is something Nazis commonly use. Always check to see what words and memes are being used by Nazis before using them.
'Pepe' and 'Minions' are also things Nazis commonly use.
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I’m thinking a lot about autism and being neurodivergent in general lately, and it reminded me of when I was in the r/aspiememes subreddit and I was trying to tell people not to use the term “Asperger’s” since it originated from the Nazis and people got mad at me for it
Like I think there’s a difference between reclaiming slurs and using Nazi terminology, especially with the rise of a lot of alt-right dogwhistles
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It’s maddening to find out that the scholar who first developed the idea that “Zionism is Settler Colonialism”, Fayez Sayegh, was a member of the Syrian Nazi Party during and immediately after the Holocaust, was an active participant in the Red Scare, using it to demonize Israel as a manifestation of a Global Communist Threat™️ through the height of the Cold War (true to his Nazi roots, accusing Israel of Judeo-Bolshevism) before switching to a Colonialism narrative when Post-Colonialism came in vogue in the 60s. And yet, the people I hear parroting the talking points of this anti-Communist, Ultranationalist Fascist-turned-scholar are the people who are constantly talking about how Liberal Progressives aren’t Communist enough and actually enemies because “Liberals will always side with Fascists”. Maddening.
If you’ve ever noticed how the “Zionism = Settler Colonialism” narrative eerily shares the core components of the far right’s Replacement Theory (that there are 1. Jews 2. conspiring to invade a given place and 3. replace the population with Jews), this is why; it’s because the idea that Zionism is Settler Colonialism came from a literal Nazi.
It is very literally Nazi propaganda.
#I’ve seen his name spelled a few different ways but I went with the one that’s on the papers he published#antisemitism#i/p#cw Nazi mention#shoah mention
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