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vivifrage · 4 years

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lore, u say. any thoughts about deepnest~?

Aw I love Deepnest! Thank you for the ask!

Lessee...

Ancestor worship is a big thing. They’re not so much into the gods and all, instead they venerate the dead. The big trilobite shrine hidden in the Beast’s Den? An ancestor shrine for the old sire’s family. Herrah paid her respects there, too, as did most people who regularly worked in the building.

Speaking of, I’m not entirely sure what the old sire looked like, but I think he was on that almost crustacean-y side like the trilobite, or like God Tamer’s buddy.

Part of Herrah’s rise to power involved an attempt to take down Deepnest’s caste system from the inside. She got folks on her side by understanding them and seeking to unite Deepnest. It worked rather well, from the Devouts’ being so, well, devoted to her, and how universally loved Hornet is.

There is a surprising amount of mobility through the caste system. Though it is designated by species at birth, it’s possible for someone to end up in a caste primarily constructed of those outside their species. There’s downward mobility, of course, but one can sort of work up to the top, like Herrah did. However, her species means that if she had a kid with just someone random who wasn’t nobility, they’d have to work up just like she did. The Pale King’s genes were basically her way to skip that entire process and keep her line at the top of the pecking order until there’s no pecking order to speak of. Nobility doesn’t beat godsblood.

In Deepnest, children have to earn their adult names, usually some time in adolescence. This is celebrated through the entire village, with a parent, mentor, etc. reintroducing the child to everyone they know by their new name. (Hornet, of course, didn’t get this ceremony, having gotten her name after the Weavers’ flight.)

Before receiving an adult name, children have a nickname, usually something taken from an observation of the child’s behavior. Hornet’s was The Gendered Child because she decided fairly early on that she was a girl and was very vocal about this. Herrah’s was Keen Little Beast, usually shortened to Keen.

The Devout carve the three eyes into their front claws. It’s all tough plating so it doesn’t hurt, but the design doesn’t quite match up with where their eyes actually are. It’s close enough that it’s about as obstructive as wearing glasses, though.

Weft and Warp are ridiculously common Weaver names. Loom is a close third.

While Weavers often have strands of Soul in their silk to work magic, Hornet’s style threw them off. She doesn’t naturally produce normal spider silk like they do. Her silk is pure Soul. It was quite a time, figuring out how to teach her.

Weavers only rarely use looms. They’ll use any close surface to anchor their weaving. Hornet’s embarrassed that she needs one.

Baby’s First Web is to them like Baby’s First Steps are to us.

Though like the rest of Hallownest/bug culture, there’s not really any nudity taboo, it’s rare to see a naked Deepnest denizen outside of, like, a hot spring. They love to show off their fiber arts skills.

It’s common for children’s nightclothes to have little stories woven into the hem; the Weaver language is written in textiles, so the construction of the garment and the story itself have to play nicely together, and nightclothes tend to be simple. Plus, giving kids stories to read not only keeps them quiet at night, but gives them a chance to learn reading.

Village life is very communal. There’s decorum standards, but public figures like Herrah are expected to be easily accessible. Bugs of all sorts will leave their children with Midwife, that service isn’t limited to one particular species or caste. If someone can’t hunt, someone will hunt for them.

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fadinginfluencerblaze · 5 years

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Armageddon

I received my book from FAKKU.com and it is wonderful, just a shame I could never share it with anyone or read it in public or anywhere besides the comfort of my solitude and dark spaces. I don’t know, I bought it, so I’ll be able to make time to finish it. I am excited with how well “Fallen,” has come along. https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/adventvoice/fallen-dreams https://www.patreon.com/AdventVoice, https://www.deviantart.com/adventvoice/art/Fallen-803479192 I have not illustrated an angel in quite some time https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/adventvoice/we-are-going-old-school and to have the opportunity to do so in response to a lot of negativity that has been broadcast by conservative and secular programs. I’d love to be able to soar over and surmount in real life and it feels good to get it off my chest. https://www.tumblr.com/blog/fadinginfluencerblaze “Fallen Dreams,” be sure to read the article and let me know what you think.

You know I am an artist first and foremost. I am owning it, then I write everything, I edit my own work, correct blogs, connect old stories with new ones, and I love to speak to the world through pictures. Well after “Fallen,” there is a second piece which could be considered the follow-up to the previous conversation. A discourse that was not given much opportunity to see the light of day, through Wordpress.com or any of my connected online galleries and forum sections. Not only are wings to be associated with demons and angels, but when we talk about them, it was always understood that their actions were the direct response or command of, an all powerful god. I say that because the demons answer to their leader and the angels answer to their own leader. It is good verse evil, darkness against light, purity against impurity. That was the tradition. This is the reason for wars, death by chemical warfare, plague, pestilence, children being held with their families or alone in detention centers, without food and toilet paper. This is why we can watch on television government workers playing theoretical tennis with the issues because neither side wants to be correlated with death camps, incinerators, or concentration camps, by illustrators. Painted with the brush of artists like me that does agree there are concentration camps akin to those used in North Korea, in America no matter what those, who did not find the story first, try to tell you. “Cough,” Glenn Beck, ‘your a lying, filthy mouthed troglodyte that won’t be seen in heaven because you keep breaking the ten commandments.’

Just felt like adding that in there cause it is true.

I don’t want him to feel safe because I only illustrated Hillary Clinton and Mueller and not him. I don’t find him attractive enough to illustrate and I don’t know who’d I have fucking him in the ass yet. Maybe Kellyanne Conway, she likes fat men. They all make it too easy to rag on them. I should not be so childish but I am on my 4th of July, vacation as I write this.

Anyway the notion of good and evil being orchestrated by winged beings who whisper in the ear of those with or without influence; I mean just ordinary people can help to move a story along and they are just as susceptible to the supernatural as the President of the United States, whom many may feel is untouchable, but will have to answer for his deeds in the next life, like all of us, is how “Armageddon,” is framed.

For centuries a prophet has come and sought to shed light on which the angels do not know and if they did know, would only be following orders and could not seek to change anything, even if they could. I personally stopped trying at the age of fifteen because I realized, there is a lot I can do before the world ends and I earn my wings.

The month of June was so odd. Wordpress.com (www.avproductionsblog.wordpress.com) Reddit, DeviantArt.com, sites I use to publish articles that give hightlights about present art pieces, and future projects, to promote commissions, requests, and access to my online galleries featured on https://adventvoice.newgrounds.com/ https://twitter.com/Scope2Mars, refused to publish “Fallen Dreams.”

Out of all of my publications, my dilution of the Mueller Report: https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/adventvoice/mueller-report , my cries against For-Profit-Prisons: https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/adventvoice/dream-wavers-aim and overall censorship of creative material, none have ever been deleted, or refused visibility. It was really disturbing; I thought it was something I said, so I moved some things around. Deleted this and that and by the time I was done, there was little to read, yet still I was ‘shadowed banned,’ or whatever that is and all I sought to say was, “Even Black Angels Deserve To Fly!” https://avproductionsblog.wordpress.com/2017/11/03/even-black-angels-deserve-to-fly/ I personally felt the denial of publication rights was due to the giant black angel, but they kept the picture, they refused the words associated with the art. Anytime a person is denied the right to publish an article,I was always intrigued and made to ask, “What is so damaging in that article, that no one should be allowed to read it?” It is those kinds of questions that made “The Davinci Code,” by Dan Brown, “Harry Potter,” by J.K. Rowling, “Dangerous Liaisons,” by Choderlos de Laclos , or Gustave Flaubert ‘s “Madame Bovary,” and several other stories famous, well read and desired by the masses. “Fallen Dreams,” is not a large article. I purposely was not trying to drag out the conversation or bore my readers with a long winded monologue. It does cut to the heart of how I feel about our role as people to curb color barriers in our present culture. Thanks to Tumblr, your able to read the article without the Paid-per-view requirements of my other sites, https://www.patreon.com/AdventVoice

The drama surrounding the article I had hoped to use to guide readers to pay for something that would not have been read anywhere else.

Other online platforms were so against allowing, ‘Fallen Dreams,’ to see the light of day, I’m not even sure if it’s good to mention it, if I desire to have anything else published. Be assured my present apprehension to share my thoughts, has nothing to do with fear of ridicule. I’d rather be told what made someone rebuff me, thus adjustments can be made to correct my ways, opposed to outright denial access to a public forum. With nothing more to gauge a reaction on, than that of the mentioning of black people equally obtaining the right to heaven.

“Armageddon,” is the cover art of this publication. That is what my summer will consist of, showing the world how dark, drab, dreary and repulsive it would be if artists did not exist. If we did not have the ability to take bleached parchment, use the art of calligraphy and the education of the times to chronological the day to day affairs of this world. Things would have gone boom a long time ago.

That could be an exaggeration, but I am sure there is a museum of propaganda art, from WWII, the Vietnam War, Cold War, etc, etc, that inspired you to take a stand, to choose life over death and end the Armageddon’s of our present lifetime.

Is that not what American’s were doing when they were in Cambodia, paving the way for the free world to set up the golden arches along the mountain side? The Dream Weaver holding a briefcase with pieces of parchment and what looks like blank sheets of paper flying in an updraft that does nothing to move the nuclear and radioactive cloud in the distance, without words, says a mouthful. It is hard for me to pin-point which moment in my life made me feel I was facing coming destruction and any amount of work I am able to produce or convey to the people will be as worthless as dust.

Can’t tell you what I’d equate in my life to be as devastating as the events of Hiroshima. I really feel insignificant compared to that day and doubt I’d ever be able to know how they felt or if I ever wanted to. I want to exist in the mind of the millions that have more respect for artists like Hudson & Company Tattoo Studio, than for that of the illustrator. I want to be remembered as an individual not afraid of challenging convention, always seeking to expand his environment and incorporate others into his very small section of the world. I want what would be considered worthless, in the midst of homelessness, unemployment, lack of health insurance, foreclosure of ones home, death camps, migrant detentions centers, Ebola outbreaks, death to ecol i, cancer treatment, radio active exposure, and poisoning, Marshal Law and police states that do not end because of talk of doing without government assistance and welfare would be treated as sedition, insurrection, and treason. To permeate the minds of those around me and release the spark of Wormwood, that when translated means Imagination.

I refuse to be an echoing memory lost in history never having the chance to impart my gift because the enemies of freedom were successful in creating silence. Before everything I hold dear is razed to the ground and replaced by GMOed Spider silk and we are expected to comply to man-made rules of self-preservation from an enemy that can not be seen and a threat materialized from paranoia, hysteria and mentally ill people. I will have my art in every home of the world, continuing to give hope to the dream weaver’s in us all.

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