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IM MAKING A CALL-OUT POST ON MY TUMBLR DOT COM

KIRBY HAS NO RIGHT TO BE SO FUCKING SAD

HERES WHY

tw sad shit and cursing and gore (in my kirby post lmao)

n also long

n also kirby spoilers

THE FIRST KIRBY GAME

The first Kirby game was just - yk what Kirby's known for: food and shit

Recover the stolen food stolen by a big ass penguin king and save the world, quote 'I'll get your food back, and your sparkling stars too!'

KIRBY'S DREAMLAND (i think)

FIGHT UH

FIGHT UHHH

GIANT ASS EYE NAMED Z E R O WITH BLOOD, LIKE ACTUAL BLOOD

harmless enough right???

YES THIS IS FROM A KIRBY GAME

BUT THE LORE IMPLICATIONS OF THIS CREATURE ARE WILD

KIRBY AND THE CRYSTAL SHARDS

"oh no the fairy planet was taken over by EYE PEOPLE. lets assemble the crystal shards to go beat the shit out of them

harmless enough right???

WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK IS THAT THING???

THAT IS A KIRBY CREATURE!??!

KIRBYS RETURN TO DREAMLAND (THE LORE FROM DELUXE)

started the 'EXTREMELY FUCKED UP' trend (AS IF IT HADN'T STARTED ALREADY'

LETS MEET A LITTLE CAT EGG MAN NAMED MAGOLOR

THEY GET SHOT DOWN BY A FUCKIN FOUR* HEADED DRAGON (their name is landia :)

he's a little guy! so cute! so adorable!

so he's like

'i crashed here lmao can you help me rebuild my ship ill take you to my house if you do so'

kirby being the nice guy is like 'aight bet' and reassembles his ship

magolors like 'aight awesome' and takes them to his home planet right

kills the dragon

magolors like 'ah shit can you kill that dragon for me plz plz'

kirbys like 'aight bet'

magolors like 'aight sweet imma take this crown the dragon had and TURN INTO SATAN'

once magolor is FUCKING DEAD the SATAN CROWN POSESSES HIM?? AND TURNS INTO?? GUESS WHAT??

BRUV TURNS INTO SATAN (not an eye person today!)

kirbys like 'aight bet' and beats the sHIT OUT OF HIM

LIKE I MEAN THE EVERLOVING SHIT

A FUCKING EYE PERSON?? GAH DAMMIT!

(kirby beats the shit out of him)

NOW HERE'S WHERE THE EDGY ASS SAD ASS SHIT STARTS

IN THE BEGINNING TO MAGOLOR SOUL'S THEME (true arena) YOU CAN HEAR HIM FUCKING C R Y I N G ? EXCUSE ME? WHAT? THE WHAT? MY LITTLE EGG CAT? POSESSED BY SATAN?? NAWW

the end of return to dreamland

keep in mind his daughter never really died - but she came back kinda late so he didnt recognize heeeeerrrrr - so he kept building the thing

KIRBY PLANET ROBOBOT

(i haven't played this one bear with me)

JEFF BEZOS' DAUGHTER DIES AND HE DECIDES TO BUILD A THING TO BRING HER BACK

the thing was called star dream aka a wishing planet

yk cool the new amazon product is a wishing planet

GUESS WHO GETS POSESSED

JEFFREY

JEFFREY BEZOS

(his name is president haltmann btw)

this game has a shortage of evil eye people :(

anyway kirby beats the shit out of the planet robot screw thing star fox style

but then

it turns into the legit planet

this is a nova

it is a wishing planet

it is a cat

meowzers!

(ANYWAY AT THIS POINT HALTMANN IS FUCKING D E A D)

kirby kills the nova and we all go home yay goodness gracious this is the nicest game on this list

KIRBY TRIPLE DELUXE

once upon a time, a spider, the end

this is taranza he was my androgynous awakening

hes kidnapped the fucking penguin king god dammit

okay so you go to the sky kingdom and get some fairies to help you fight taranza (he has posessed the king, masked dedede remix go!!)

once you DEFEAT taranza and posessed for the 600th time pemguin, his WIFE SHOWS UP!! HIS WIFE!! HE GETS BITCHES!!

she looks kinda funky tbh

THERE IS A REASON WHY

ONCE UPON A YONDER TARANZA BOUGHT HER A BIRTHDAY GIFT

THIS THING WAS THE AMAZING MIRROR

AKA A MIRROR INTO A PARALLEL UNIVERSE

HE GOT IT FOR HER UNKNOWINGLY AND THOUGHT 'she likes mirros :) she will like it :)'

tHE MIRROR GAVE HER BODY DYSMORPHIA AND SHE TURNED. INTO. A. FUCKING. BEE.

queen body dysmorphia sectonia goes 'i NEED cocaina to become da prettiest girl in da werl'

taranza goes 'honey sweety you are da prettiest girl in da werl you don't need cocaina'

she slaps him and FUSES WITH A GIANT ASS FLOWER

what cocaina does to a girl

KIRBY, IS LIKE 'IM FUCKING DONE WITH YOUR SHIT'

EATS A LAZER

SHOOTS HER WITH A LAZER

SHE, I SWEAR TO GOD, DIES. SHE FUCKING DIES. SHE IS DEAD.

TARANZAS LIKE

^ did not happen

'MY WIFE IS DEAD, WHAT DO I DO?!'

'poyo'

'im gonna find you im gonna fucking find you'

instead taranza went through the denial stage of grief first

in THE NEXT GAME, HE IS SEEN HOLDING THE FLOWER SECTONIA TURNED INTO (the same species) AND FUCKIN CRYING TOO??? WHATS UP WITH THIS??? HUH??? PLEASE??? LEAVE MY LITTLE EGG MEN OUT OF THE DEPRESSION???

NOW FOR

KIRBY STAR ALLIES

THE FUCKING END

copy-pasted from my school notebook

This game, specifically, is the prime example of 'not being what it seems.'

Kirby Star Allies' plot is simple: Unkindness is spreading through the kingdom! Defeat it with the power of love! Befriend your enemies and safe the world!

Sounds pretty lighthearted, right?

Do you want the real plot?

Kirby Star Allies starts out, immediately, with a giant purple [Jamba] heart breaking and spreading smaller Jamba hearts across the world. Whoever gets close to the hearts turns evil. Pretty simple.

But it gets worse.

Kirby traverses through his home terrain, and saves his king (After said king turned buff for some reason?). After this, he notices: A giant spaceship has landed on his planet! So he goes to traverse across the planet to get to the spaceship. Pretty simple.

But it gets worse.

Turns out the spaceship is ran by three girls based upon three elements [Ice, Flame, Spark]. They said that the Jamba Heart, and the 'dark lord' would reign. Pretty simple.

But it gets worse.

So, Kirby tries to reason with them, but the maniacal dimwit of the Spark Lady destroyed the entire thing [Called a Jambastion]. So, Kirby goes to space to chase after her and her sisters. Pretty simple.

It can't get worse.

He finds a LARGER Jambastion, with a LARGER Jamba Heart, and traverses across OTHER PLANETS to find out what's going on. He gets to the Jambastion, and finds a mini cult ran by a dude named Hyness and the girls from earlier.

There's a piece of lore not included in the game, that the girls died due to their respective elements (Frostbite, burns, lightning) and Hyness saved them. First off? There are no humans in Kirby's world. How far away do they live? And Hyness is abusive now?

Hyness claims the same stuff about the Jamba Heart, only way more in depth, in the biggest chunk of tangible lore inside of a Kirby game. In five seconds.

He goes mad, and throws his adoptive daughters, and himself, into the Jamba Heart.

THIS. GOD DANG. JAMBA HEART. TURNS INTO SOME DARK-SOULS DND MONSTER THING. I CAN'T EVEN EXPLAIN IT.

It's name? Void Termina. Not ominous at all! Not ominous in my silly, friendship-based, save-the-world Kirby game!

Kirby fights this thing, on a scooter I might add, and it goes down the FIRST time. The boss has 4 phases: Dark souls, 2D boss, dark souls, 2D boss.

He GOES INTO IT'S THROAT, and with the help of his friends, PULLS IT'S HEART IN TWO.

(I'm confident he could do this on his own if he had arms)

Lovecraftian horror much?! In my silly, friendship-based, save-the-world Kirby game?!

So now the giant dark souls thing is a bird?? It grew wings?? Okay, no big deal, that's the most NORMAL THING HAPPENING RIGHT NOW. It uses giant lasers and swords and axes to defeat Kirby, as if they have beef that goes back to 1987 in the bar next to work.

Turns out, they do?

Once you defeat the giant bird of death and things, you go back into it's throat to take out it's heart a second time, because Kirby has no mercy. That heart? Turns into something. I swear to all things holy.

It turns into a Kirby.

This THING. ACCORDING TO THE LORE, IT IS INDEED ANOTHER KIRBY. BORN OF DARKNESS AND EVIL?? AND IT'S A GOD OF CHAOS??

IS KIRBY A GOD OF CHAOS??

This boss battle is fine in the normal game, it's very Basic-Kirby-Game-Esque. But the True Arena.

THE TRUE ARENA IS NOTORIOUS. I HATE IT. WE HATE IT.

The True Arena shows the real, canon if you would, version of bosses. Thus the name.

This second Kirby. Void Termina, now just called Void.

It has the best boss theme

It plays Green Greens.

(end of copy paste)

BUT THE WORST PART??

REFER TO THE MANUAL OF THE FIRST KIRBY GAME.

'I'll get your food back, and your sparkling stars too!'

VOID TERMINA SOUL'S FINAL MOVEMENT IS CALLED 'SPARKLING STAR.' I CAN'T. I CAN'T.

AND ALSO??? THOSE EYE CREATURES??

YEAH VOID TERMINA SOUL CAN TURN INTO ONE OF THOSE TOO

DOES THIS MEAN EVERY OTHER EYE CREATURE HAS JUST BEEN

ANOTHER KIRBY?

ANOTHER. FUCKING. KIRBY?

I - I CAN'T. I CAN'T HERE. WHAT. AND WHY.

THIS IS KIRBY GOD DAMN IT, 'I'll get your food back, and your sparkling stars too!,' NOT LOVECRAFTIAN HORROR SIMULATOR

im done here im done here

heres your fucking potato

and have a call out post my friend made up when i told him i was writing this

IVE GOT AN ANNOUNCEMENT, KING DEDEDE IS A BITCH ASS MOTHERFUCKER. HE STOLE MY FUCKING CAKE. THATS RIGHT, ON MY ÷×+€+×÷£TH BIRTHDAY HE WAS INVITED OVER TO CELEBRATE MY BIRTHDAY. AND THE CAKE WAS this big AND HE SAID THATS PATHETIC AND PROCEEDED TO PULL OUT A LARGE ASS SPOON TO EAT IT ALL. SO NOW IM HERE ON TUMBLR DOT COM TO MAKE A CALLOUT POST ABOUT IT. KING DEDEDE, YOU FUCKING SUCK.

rant over

ALSO THERES MORE GAMES I DIDNT COVER

#kirby #kirby lore #lovecraftian #horror #nintendo #nintendo switch #kirby series #void termina #magolor #taranza #queen sectonia #kirby sectonia

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solaneceae · 5 months

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【 𝙿 𝚁 𝙾 𝙹 𝙴 𝙲 𝚃 : 𝙳 𝚄 𝙲 𝙺 𝙻 𝙸 𝙽 𝙶 】 | a QSMP Baghera playlist 🐤

a narrative playlist retracing her story, from her humble origins to Purgatory.

cover art by @Rion_Riots on twitter

⤵️ tracklist under the cut ⤵️

CHAPTER 1: lab rat

a duckling opens her eyes to white tiles and syringes.

Bumblebees are Out - Jack Stauber

A Bird in a Gilded Cage - Alex Niedt

Body - Mother Mother

rises the moon - liana flores

CHAPTER 2: Duckling and Bluebird

a bond is formed between two birds of a feather.

Rule #4 Fish in a Birdcage - Fish in a Birdcage

Two Birds - Regina Spektor

Evelyn Evelyn - Evelyn Evelyn

Innocence - Madeon

CHAPTER 3: escape!

this little duckling has had enough.

Escapism - Rebecca Sugar

THE KID WHO KEPT RUNNING - Vylet Pony

Shelter - Porter Robinson

We'll Meet Again - The Ink Spots

CHAPTER 4: drifting away

the ocean waves are tall and scary, but she presses on.

Weird Fishes/Arpeggi - Radiohead

Ship in a Bottle - fin

Shackleton - Adam Young

soundscape diary - vylet pony

CHAPTER 5: a new life of music and dirt fountains

she finds new friends. and slowly, she forgets.

Youth - Daughter

Tout Oublier - Angèle

La veriter - KronoMuzik

I Say - Zerator & BagheraJones

CHAPTER 6: [[We Hope You Enjoy The Island :) ]]

you didn't think it would be that easy, did you?)

Fallen Down - Toby Fox

Amnesia was Her Name - Lemon Demon

HEAVEN SAYS. - chart

Clocks - Alex Niedt

CHAPTER 7: binary green and white bears

federation? codes? where am i?

Your Best Friend - Toby Fox

Beware The Friendly Stranger - Boards of Canada

01001010 01000001 01001101 - Red Skies Project

Untrust Us - Crystal Castles

CHAPTER 8: cherished egg

the island has granted me the gift of motherhood.

Daughter - Sleeping at Last

I'm a Survivor - Reba McEntire

Apple Pies and Butterflies - Blue Wednesday

Little Moth - chloe moriondo

CHAPTER 9: petit frère

APLUPLUUUUUU

Anything You Can Do - Bernadette Peters, Tom Wopat

Amor de irmão - Barão Vermelho

Brother - Kodaline

For Forever - Ben Platt

CHAPTER 10: can I call you Bébou?

(gifting furniture is his love language.)

Lemon Boy - Cavetown

Demons Are a Girl's Best Friend - Powerwolf

It's Alright - Mother Mother

Chateau - Angus & Julia Stone

CHAPTER 11: ordo theoritas

call her apollo, because her theories ALWAYS turn out correct.

Cry Babies - cclorox

Touch-Tone Telephone - Lemon Demon

Dream Sweet in Sea Major - Miracle Musical

A Good Song Never Dies - Saint Motel

CHAPTER 12: don't you want to become a leader?

the election arc.

NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO BE A - Toby Fox

Blood // Water - grandson (first death: whale)

14.3 Billion Years - Outer Wilds (second death: the tower)

Brutus - The Buttress

Animal Farm - BIBI

CHAPTER 13: There is no escape this time.

a childhood bedroom hidden beneath engine steam.

Everything Stays - Rebecca Sugar

715 - CREEKS - The Nor'easter

Memories - The Midnight

Look who's Inside Again - Bo Burnam

CHAPTER 14: "Pomme reviens... les gosses me manquent."

she waits for things to change. she seeks her origins.

Dear Wormwood - The Oh Hellos

CRT Days - Waveshaper

Implanted Memories - Infinity Frequencies

What Was I Made For? - Billie Eilish

CHAPTER 15A: P U R G A T 👁️‍🗨️ R Y part I

i don't want to leave. i can finally be myself, here.

Wonderland - Caravan Palace

Misery Meat - Sodikken

Hayloft II - Mother Mother

Chainsaw Girl - Chainsaw Girl

Family - Mother Mother

CHAPTER 15B: P U R G A T 👁️‍🗨️ R Y part II

adios, bolas. i won't leave without her.

Idioteque - Radiohead

Eat Your Young - Hozier

My Friends - Oh Wonder

Goodbye - Bo Burnham

On the Nature of Daylight - Max Richter

#qsmp #baghera jones #qsmp baghera #qsmpfanart #baghera #Spotify

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blowflyfag · 18 days

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Pro Wrestling Illustrated: March 2024

“Timeless” Toni Storm is simultaneously a throwback to a bygone Golden Age and, in this contemporary grappling scene, someone rather singular.

HOTSEAT

AN INCISIVE INTERVIEW WITH THE SPORT’S TOP STARS AND FIGURES

TONI STORM

The whole place seemed to have been stricken with a kind of creeping paralysis. Out of beat with the rest of the world, crumbling apart in slow motion. A once-grand estate, nestled deep in the Hollywood Hills … a relic from a bygone age in Tinseltown. Back then, they didn’t need dialogue. They had faces. This is where Pro Wrestling Illustrated had sent me, on assignment for an exclusive interview with a woman whose startling reinvention has taken All Elite Wrestling–and the entire wrestling world–by storm, you might say. These days, she doesn’t show herself in public very much, aside from TV tapings and, of course, on the set. So, landing the interview took some doing, but if there’s anything 30 years covering this crazy business has taught me, it’s how to get my foot in the door.

This time, that foot would be in the door of a palatial mansion that may very well have once housed Valentino, DeMille, Garbo, or Fairbanks. Walking under the shade of rows of aging palms, past that once crystal-clear outdoor pool, between the cracked pillars of a French facade, I’m greeted by the butler; a loyal, oddly quiet man who brings me inside. Shrouded partly in sharp shadows, by the flickering light on a roaring fireplace, she sits reclining on a chaise lounge… Toni Storm. At first, she is reluctant to break her silence, so I have to win her trust. Part of that means playing along with what can sometimes only be described as a baffling , yet mesmerizing delusion. In the end it’s working for her; If Toni Storm is crazy, then she’s crazy like a fox.

We chat for what seems like hours, as she relays to me her hopes and dreams, her natural connection with the fans, whether in the stands or watching at home–those wonderful people out there in the dark.

What follows are the highlights of that enlightening conversation. By the end of it, I felt I had developed a real understanding of who Toni Storm is now. I get it. She really is “Timeless.” Perhaps more than that, she is transcendent.

And she’s ready for her closeup, Mr Khan.

Brian R. Solomon: Thank you so much for granting me this interview, Ms. Storm. I realize you’re a very busy woman. First, let me say that there are a lot of people, myself included, who would say that right now, “Timeless” Toni Storm is one of the best, most entertaining things on AEW television, I wanted to know how you feel about that.

Storm: Well, thank you very much. I completely understand why you’re feeling that way. I am a very exciting act. I have been a very exciting act for a very long time. And I’ve always blown audiences away, no matter where I’ve gone or what I’ve done. So, you are right to be feeling like this. I am, as the kids say, “killing it.”

Solomon: Nevertheless, having to address your transformation as of late. It’s been very dramatic, to say the least. What do you say to the fans who might be wondering what happened to the Toni Storm that they remembered? Storm: Well, you see, it’s simple, really. I have played many roles all throughout my career. And now what you’re seeing, “Timeless” Toni Storm, is the real me. I’m finally ready to show the world who I well and truly am. And this is it. Over the years, fans have seen others of the numerous roles I've played. For instance, most recently I used to be “Green Goblin #3” of the Outcasts trio. But now, I’m finally revealing myself, Finally revealing my true self, I should say. And that is “Timeless” Toni Storm.

Solomon: That word, “Timeless.” it keeps coming up. Could you help us understand what that word means to you? Storm: How do I put this? Ah, yes. I transcend. Yes, I’m in a different realm. In this realm, there is no time. I just exist. I do not age. I was not born. I will not die. Stars never die. I just am.

[If you ask some of the broadcast journalists at AEW, Toni Storm has lost her marbles. But the “Timeless” one tells PWI She’s just found her true self.]

Solomon: I have to ask–and I hope you don’t take this the wrong way–but did the loss of the AEW Women’s World title to Hikaru Shida last summer on the 200th episode of AEW dynamite have anything to do with what we’re seeing from you lately? Not to mention the fact that it was your supposed friend and ally, Saraya, who pinned you to win the title during the three-way match with Shinda during All In at Wembley Stadium. The reason I ask is that those developments all took place around the same time. And those losses, the way they happened, would cause many people to reconsider the path of their career.

Storm: Alright, I admit it. I’m going to finally admit it here for the readers of Pro Wrestling Illustrated. When I lost the title to Hikaru Shida, I absolutely lost it. I fell apart. And I would like to apologize to all my fans who had to witness that. But now, I have risen from the ashes. I am on quite a fantastic winning streak right now, in case you haven't noticed. I have picked myself off the ground. And I'm doing better than I ever have done. This has really ignited the fire inside of me once again. One cannot deny that Hikaru Shida has the heart of a champion. One cannot deny, even, that she has the heart of a lion. And one might say that she was destined to be a champion. But every destiny comes to an end.

Solomon: I’m sure you’ve noticed this, but there are a lot of fans–and even the television announcers who call your matches, like Taz and Tony Schiavone–who seem to be very concerned about you these days. Some of them have even spoken about you like you may have lost your mind. How do you take that?

Storm: Well, I’m not going to lie, darling. I don’t know where all of this misplaced concern is coming from, because I have never felt more “with it” in my entire life. I don’t know where people are getting these ideas from. I don't know who is daring to spread these ugly rumors about me. But I am done with it, truly. And you don’t need to worry about me, because I'm giving the performance of my lifetime. I’m doing just fine. I just cannot fathom where they are getting the idea that I've lost it, or why anyone would even entertain such a thought.

[Dressed as if she’s just emerged from her spacious trailer on a Hollywood studio lot, Ms. Storm shares a jaunty laugh with her adoring public.]

Solomon: Well, I think I can tell you one thing that might have been giving them that idea: the smeared makeup. That certainly might be having some people worried. I hope you can at least understand that. And, while we’re on the subject, maybe you could let us in on what that’s all about.

Storm: Well, you see, I was talking to RJ City, and I had an epiphany…a revelation, you might say. It was then that I realized that I'm “Timeless” Toni Storm. But getting to that realization, leading up to it, was very difficult. And that takes a toll. This whole lifestyle can be very hard, mentally, on a performer. That realization can be hard to bear. And so, once in a while, you can lose control.

Solomon: I’m not sure I understand.

Storm: Have you ever had a mental breakdown?

Solomon: I suppose I have. Many people have, at one point or another, but that’s not–

Storm: and you’ve never smeared your makeup?

Solomon: No. That, I've never done, no. Mental breakdown, maybe, yes. Smeared makeup? No.

Storm: In my world, where there is a mental breakdown, there is a bit of a smeared makeup job. However, I have a new butler now. And there will be no makeup smears. Everything is taken care of. I fired my stylist. And that was a good move. You won’t be seeing any more smeared makeup on me. I’m going to be immaculate, all of the time.

[“SPRAYPAINTING THINGS LIKE WE USED TO DO”: Saraya attempts to incapacitate her challenger, who rallies back with Storm Zero piledriver at the Dynamite: Grand Slam taping.]

Solomon: Yes, I did notice the butler right away. He’s hard to miss. But you mentioned RJ City. Let’s get back to him. I’m interested in talking about RJ, because I noticed that he’s been with you now since you’ve been reborn, so to speak. We’d previously seen him doing backstage interviews with Renee Paquette, or hosting his excellent web interview series, HEY! EW. But lately, he seems to really be a big part of what you’ve been doing. How would you describe what your relationship is with him right now?

Storm: The thing about RJ City is he has a bit of an attitude problem. I’m going to let you all in on this. He can be difficult. He’s very cheeky. I would even go so far as to say that he’s a bit of a pest, really. So, you can’t trust him entirely. But he is around me all the time. And he was there when I had my revelation. Now, I just can’t get rid of him. But he seems to always be there to help me if I should need something, I suppose.

Solomon: So, kind of like a pet?

Storm: Yes, exactly! He’s like my dog friend. Everyone should have one. A trusty, loyal sled dog. Solomon: I’m sure he'll be delighted to read that.

Storm: Hopefully not. I love doing this, even just to annoy him.

[Beneath the catchphrases, dramatic turns (faces!), and somewhat erratic behavior, Ms. Storm is a woman possessed by the desire to return to her former glory.]

Solomon: Now, we talked about previously losing the AEW Women’s title and how you came to these realizations. But obviously, before that, you had been one of the Outcasts, with Saraya and Ruby Soho. Now, you’ve kind of splintered off into your own universe. I’d like to ask if you have any awareness at all of how your former allies in the Outcasts feel about the new Toni Storm?

Storm: Saraya certainly hasn’t seemed very happy with me recently, for some reason. I don’t know why. But whatever problems Saraya has with me, whatever reason she’s upset, I'm sure she'll get over it. As a matter of fact, they'll all be fine. I don’t really know what they’re up to. I’m sure they’re just off, spray-painting things, like we used to do.

[“I need the biggest prize, the biggest trophy … I can’t bear to be seen without it. A lot of my self-worth comes from being champion.”]

Solomon: Are you above the AEW Women’s World championship at this point? Is that even the main goal of your career? Or are you bigger than that now?

Storm: I wouldn’t say bigger than the title, necessarily. It’s more that I need it. It’s something that I need to possess in order to be okay. I need the biggest prize, the biggest trophy. It’s become very much a big part of my art. I can’t bear to be seen without it. A lot of my self-worth comes from being champion.

Solomon: I have to ask you about the show. I mean, I have other questions about your various catchphrases, but I don’t think they’d let me print those in the pages of Pro Wrestling Illustrated. So, I’ll leave that alone, and, instead, I’ll focus on the shoe. What exactly is the significance of the shoe?

Storm: When one needs to defend oneself, one must utilize what one can get one’s hands on. And I've only ever had my shoes on me. Maybe I should invest in some kind of weaponry. But right now, the shoes seem to be doing the trick.

[WATCH OUT FOR THE SHOW: “Timeless” Toni Storm is ever aware of the camera’s lens and can often be found breaking the fourth wall. But only a fool would dare mistake her eccentricity for weakness.]

Solomon: I would say they are, yes. I honestly never thought I’d be asking anyone this question in an interview, but do you think that maybe you might have been reincarnated? Or is it possible that you perhaps could have been born 100 years too late? Certainly, you seem more at home in the 1920s than in the 2020s.

Storm: You know, I would answer yes to that question. But the truth is, since I’m timeless, my concept of time is not a thing, if that makes sense.

Solomon: Not really, but go on.

Storm: What I mean to say is, I’m an essence. I’m a realm. I’m a mirage. I’m neither here nor there.

Solomon: Hmmm. While we’re on the subject of reincarnation, and flashbacks to a century ago, let’s talk about the short films you’ve been doing. And, by the way, I think they shouldn’t even be in picture-in-picture. They should be on the main part of the show, not during commercials. And I know a lot of people feel that way. But the films are silent, so I guess I understand …

Storm: Now you’re just babbling, darling. Do you have a question?

Solomon: Oh, yes. Do you think that All Elite Wrestling should switch the whole show being entirely done in black-and-white? And maybe silent? Or would you maybe not stand out as much if they did that?

Storm: To tell you the truth, I don't even know what you’re talking about or what you’re referring to. Everything is black-and-white to me. But I have heard about that fancy, newfangled Technicolor you’re talking about. It would be really nice one day to see AEW go live in Technicolor. I hear it’s going to be all the rage.

Solomon: I have one more important question that I wanted to ask you, and this has to do with things that are even bigger than AEW. We know that a lot of people over the years, but especially these days, have kind of grown disillusioned with modern-day Hollywood. And you represent a timeless version of Hollywood that I think a lot of people are nostalgic for, or kind of miss in some ways–the glamor and the elegance. Could we ever expect to see “Timeless” Toni Storm bringing her timelessness, her elegance, her classic style to Hollywood itself?

Storm: What does that question even mean? What do you mean “bring my timelessness to Hollywood itself”? I’ve been in Hollywood my whole life. I’ve starred in a million movies, in all the major flicks. I’ve been a star my whole life, ever since childhood. I was born on set. Both of my parents were very famous actors, I create art, darling. And you will continue to see more and more pieces of art from me.

Solomon: I’m intrigued to learn of your being born on a movie set. I don’t think that fans are aware of that.That might be new information, broken right here in the pages of Pro Wrestling Illustrated. But didn’t you just tell me that you were never born, that you just exist?

Storm [waves in disgust]: Explain it however you like. Call it whatever you will. I was born into this business. I have been on movie sets my entire life. I am the very definition of Hollywood. All I have ever done is perform. I have performed so much my entire life that I can’t even remember my countless performances.

Solomon: Well, your performances certainly have been making an impression on audiences, as I said at the beginning of our conversation. You’re bringing back a certain something that’s been lost in the business.

Storm: I congratulate you on recognizing the obvious, yes. I just think we needed to bring that back, and that’s why I'm here. There’s been something missing from the business, from All Elite Wrestling. And I'm bringing a bit of the magic back, a bit of the art. It’s no wonder that audiences have been eating it up. I give them something to believe in. That’s what makes me stand out from the rest of the pack. And that’s what “Timeless” Toni Storm is all about. I would say that there should be even more of it–but then, of course, it wouldn’t stand out as much, would it?

[Ouch! Ms. Storm liberates the follicles from poor Skye Blue’s scalp. Tolerant of her “co-stars” until they stand in the path of her goals, Storm’s power ties in her ability to become ruthless at the drop of a hair curler.]

Solomon: No, it wouldn’t. That’s a great point, Ms. Storm. And you’re doing such an amazing job with it. I’m a huge fan.

Storm: as you should be. I appreciate all my fans and admirers. I definitely can’t say I blame them.

As with all brushes with greatness, there was only so much time to say all the things that I wanted to say, to ask all the questions that I wanted to ask. As the interview went on, it almost seemed like she was consumed deeper and deeper into this fantasy of her own making. I dared not challenge her too directly, as one never knows how someone in such a state might react. And far be it from me to shatter what's been so carefully constructed.

[“Now you’re just babbling darling. Do you have a question?”]

Eventually, the butler flashed me that pointed look that can only mean, “This interview is over now.” I politely thanked Ms. Storm and collected my things, thanking her for the gift of her precious time and excusing myself. After leaving the estate, I took one last wistful look back at the tarnished gables and overgrown landscaping that perfectly encapsulated the decadence that has overtaken the mind of Toni Storm. There is no point in debating the finer points of reality with someone like her. When all is said and done, reality is what you make it. And she has made her reality into something unforgettable and grand.

You might call it madness, but there is undeniably a method to it. Whether on the big screen or the same screen, “Timeless” Toni Storm is a big star.

#Aew #all elite wrestling #Toni storm #timeless toni storm #pwi #pro wrestling illustrated

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lion and the fox V — jjk

Plot: In a turbulent world of crime and intrigue, a fiery journalist makes an unlikely alliance with one of the country’s most notorious bosses.

Pairing(s): Mafia Boss!Jungkook x Journalist!OC (Name: Belle)

Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+

Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series

Word Count: 5k+

Genre: Mafia AU | Vintage (1940′s vibes) AU

Tags & Warnings: crime, violence, sexual content, forced prostitution, mild scenes of harassment, some misogynistic behaviour, mentions of war, heavy mentions of drug use, infidelity.

Authors Note: oh boy it’s been a while, folks hahah I have been buried in some other stuff for a WHILE. I still can’t promise anything for regular updates but I am trying my best and I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: Please note that while some historical research has been done for this story, the MAJORITY of it has been altered in some way with creative liberties to match the themes and motifs of the plot.

June 14th 1936

Jungkook and Gaia sat on their marital bed, covered by transparent curtains that was scented with violet powder. It was thick in Jungkook’s throat. He preferred warmer and deep smells that went through him smoothly. Gaia wore a thin nightgown and played with her fingers.

They weren’t expected to do anything with their young age but there was a still a level of awkwardness. A sort of existential moment, realizing that they were now married. The same kind of married their parents were. Granted, their parents’ marriages also weren’t the same kind of married as other people. Normal people who didn’t have an heir to make.

“It’s kind of relieving in a way,” said Gaia, breaking their silence.

“How do you mean?”

“I don’t have to work to find someone now. I just have you.” She stared up at him with her bright, almost transparent green eyes.

Jungkook smiled, his cheeks still puffy and shining. “I guess that’s comforting.” With that, he had relaxed into the headboard and the new chapter of his life.

Present Day

The quiet sunset painted the Jeon-Takahashi household in a gentle gold. During this time, Gaia was in one of the private rooms, wearing her finest silk nightgowns and drinking her favourite whiskey. Her hair wasn’t curled and her eyes looked less like a gem, more like the venom of a serpent.

Gaia would never call Jungkook into this private room and rarely during this hour. The sleeve of her robe and nightdress fell over her shoulder.

Jungkook wore the same shirt he did for work, rolled up to his elbows. He closed the door behind him. “This is most unusual.”

Gaia narrowed her gaze but gave a faint smile. “I just wanted to see you.” Her voice was low. “I had this strong feeling that you might miss me.”

Jungkook chuckled, digging his hands into his pants. “Are you sure you don’t want a favor?”

“Can’t a wife just try to spend some time with her husband? A little closeness in the hours of a pretty sunset?” Gaia sauntered over Jungkook and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing her nose against his. “Kiss me.”

Jungkook blinked in slight confusion but abided regardless, kissing her softly.

“Do you remember the night we married? Little, fat children placed on the altar.” Gaia held onto his hand and led him over to the table, an array of crystal decanters filled with variations of liquid gold. “We were lucky to have each other. Our marriage turned out more stable than others, considering the circumstances.”

Jungkook wasn’t sure how to respond. He could only stand there stupidly as Gaia sat on the table, pulling him closer so he was perched between her legs.

“You agree, don’t you?” Gaia stared at him with glazed eyes, reaching down to cup his bulge. “That we’re a stable marriage.”

“Of course,” Jungkook whispered it so easily.

Gaia scoffed as she squeezed. Squeezed until it became painful. “Then why…why did you send a spy to watch me?” She unlatched her hand as Jungkook let out a pained breath. Gaia expected him to have a shocked reaction, to defend himself. To do something that stupid people did. Break, crack, something. Anything.

Jungkook did none of that. There was a knowing behind his soft eyes. Desperation to hesitate. “Your lover. We found something on him.”

Jungkook explained it to her.

He spoke his name. Jimin’s name, resounded in the walls of her reality.

The walls of the home her parents made them build.

Jimin was no longer in the bubble Gaia created, no longer the symbol of her freedom. A veil ripped from her eyes.

Tears formed thick. Ugly and naïve. “You’re lying.” Gaia shook her head. “I would know. I would know! I’m not stupid!” She shrieked, gripping onto the first decanter and throwing it across the room, just missing Jungkook’s head.

The thick glass crashed against the wooden walls, darkening it with the new glisten to liquid. “You’re the one who sent the spy on me, how do I know you’re not lying?”

“I didn’t believe it either, okay? It’s not like I had big plans on ruining your affair.” Jungkook gestured to the window. “It was a serious breach on the empire with our rival no less.”

Gaia wanted to argue but even she knew there would still be a risk. A risk for a spy because of course there would be. The only person who wasn’t intimidated enough of her turned out to someone who was extracting information from her. Oh, and the things she told him in the heat of the moment. In the comfortable bubble that she thought she could trust because it was under her control. “I hate you,” she muttered.

Jungkook’s shoulders slumped, not from sadness or shock but a melancholic understanding. This marriage was a mess and it was here, splayed between them in ripped veils, tears and alcohol seeping into the wooden floors. “I have the files for proof—” Another decanter flew near his face, smashing against the door.

“Fuck your proof!” Gaia’s chest rose and fell. “I don’t want any proof. It doesn’t matter, just kill him.” She turned on her heel, desperately swallowing the bitter bile on her tongue. “He’s just one more body in the rivers. You’re good at that, aren’t you, boss?”

Jungkook tried to reach out to touch her shoulder but feared that it may lead to another decanter thrown his way. With a defeated pull in his belly, he curled his fingers into fists and walked out of the room.

Gaia couldn’t do anything but tremble in the coming sobs, scratching deep into the wood of the table before gripping onto the edge and throwing it over. Screams scarred her throat.

“In most cases, lovers aren’t suspected,” said Jimin. A part of his composure had broken. Birds blowing their covers was akin to losing a wing. “I don’t even know how I became a connection, Master.” He shook his head.

Peace and Honey was a much better establishment when reporting. Instead, in an emergency situation, Jimin had to stand in the dead center of Master Seokjin’s penthouse apartment in Busan. The cold gust of the air conditioner was rough on his skin but Seokjin seemed to drink it in like summer sun with his loose silk robe.

Seokjin’s face was painfully neutral, too calm for Jimin’s comfort.

From his training days, Jimin had prepared himself for death upon mistakes. If his cover was blown, there was no one to blame but him. It had to be. He just wished the death would be quick.

“This will be a shock to our plans,” said Seokjin. Still holding that terrible neutrality. “But Akira has received her web on Saja Ilbo. The best thing we can do now is spread the word of your exposure to the underground.”

Jimin’s eyes widened. “What?”

Seokjin then smiled and Jimin wanted nothing but to melt into it. A comforting father’s smile, protecting him from judgement. “If we send your cover blown through the underground letters, Akira will thicken it up so it can’t be traced back to Holangi Pa. Even if it does, we have another target. I fear this new mind behind Yeou Pa is out to scare us off but we are an elegant bunch. We’ll keep to our silence and continue on.” Seokjin persisted with his smile. “Enjoy your new vacation, little bird.”

Belle’s thigh kept prickling again, yearning for another dose of the painkillers but pushing it down with other thoughts. Reading a book, writing more notes and speculations on the investigation. Anything to keep her mind off it. It had only been an hour since Hoseok had given her a dose. That was enough. The thigh had numbed, it was just her imagination. Her mind tricking her into falling in that hole once more.

She sat on her living room, scratching at her fluffy mat, too on edge to sit on the couch. One knee curled up to her chest while the other injured one was left down. Belle wore her favourite cotton attire too as the night was hotter than usual. Or it was just her.

Either way, Belle stared back at her open book. The words nothing but a jumble in her clouded mind.

A knock resounded in the door, heavy handed and rough.

Belle paused for a moment before standing up, she grabbed onto one of the steel rods near the fireplace. Hoseok wouldn’t have knocked on her door and neither of them had friends that would come this late at night. It didn’t help that they were in the midst of a tension between two very dangerous syndicates.

She padded to the door and opened the slit until the chain forced it to halt. Her heart jumped and relaxed when Belle saw Jungkook’s face. Sad and weary. His black hair was matted and messy, his lips red and glossed much like his eyes. Two crystal glasses and fine whiskey was haphazardly held in his hand.

“I’m not sure if you drink but—” Jungkook hiccupped.

Belle quickly opened the door, pulling him inside and looking out into the streets to check if anyone saw them. His black car was parked outside with three bodyguards who were barely wearing their uniform suits. “Do you have any idea how dangerous it is for you to be here?”

Jungkook hummed, stumbling across the hallway and just closely tripping onto her kitchen counter. He placed the two crystal glasses and bottle of whiskey. “Didn’t want to be at the house.” His gaze flickered to her, eyes glossing up and down her body. “Were you sleeping?” His shirt was buttoned down to his torso and his tie still dangled around his neck helplessly.

“No, I was just—reading.”

Jungkook hummed as he set the two glasses and poured whiskey right up to the brim, spilling some on the surface. “I told Gaia everything. She took it—” He jutted his lips out before chugging half of the glass of the whiskey. “—the way she takes most things.”

“She deserved the truth.”

Jungkook scoffed. “We rarely tell each other the truth.”

“Yes, but this involves your gangs. Your business.”

“I thought you hated my business. Suddenly, you’re all arms in helping and defending it?” Jungkook raised a brow.

“You’re in my house, you don’t get to question me like some big boss.” Belle stomped over and grabbed onto his glass and whiskey bottle. “This house isn’t a bar either.”

“That’s really expensive.”

“Really?” Belle stared at the bottle. “I wonder how many people died frothing at the mouth just so you could get the money for this.” Was it the same money his father got when those soldiers were drugged? She stared at him, hazel eyes darkened to a deep brown.

“I’m warning you, that stuff costs more than your house.”

“Drunk Jungkook comes out with bitter truths, doesn’t he?” Belle opened the bottle of whiskey and poured it down the sink. Her cheap sink.

Jungkook’s eyes flared with frustration as he stomped over to her. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Don’t insult my house again.” Her only place of comfort. Where she didn’t have to work or keep a shielded knowingness. Where she could feel the unbearable itch of her thigh without needing to look decent and strong. It angered her to see him in this very place. “Unlike your material things, my house was bought with honest-earned money and love.”

“Oh, you think your money is honest-earned?�� Jungkook laughed. “Said the reporter who’s currently milking a criminal gang for her own gain.”

Belle slammed the empty bottle against his chest and walked to the counter, wiping the spill, wincing at the scent of alcohol. “If you don’t want me milking your gang then take your fucking typewriter…but I’m not your subordinate nor will I be treated like one. Others might bow down at your visits but I’d rather die than have you think, even for a second, that I’ve pledged some allegiance to you.” She could taste the venom on her own tongue. To some extent, Belle wasn’t so angry at his behaviour but moreso that she didn’t mind it that much. Except he didn’t need to know that.

Jungkook blinked into a quiet realization. “You think that’s why I’m here?”

“This is my life…outside.” The words came out far too vulnerable for her liking. “Outside of everything. You can’t come barging to my neighborhood.” Belle gripped the edge of the counter. “It messes things.”

Jungkook stepped forward. “I just—I wanted to see you. Listen, I don’t want you to be a subordinate, it’s the only reason I came to you.” He touched her shoulder before pulling away. “You’re not part of the gang…and I like that. I like—you.”

Belle hated feeling something other than anger. A strong, warm feeling in her stomach hearing those words.

“Please don’t be angry with me. I’m sorry I came like this, I wanted—I wanted to come sober.” The more Jungkook grew desperate to explain, the more slurred his speech became. He stared down at his shoes and began to push them out, kicking them gently aside. Before that, he rubbed his face in frustration. “I don’t know what to do, Belle. I thought I’d be prepared for this.”

Belle watched his helpless face, not looking like the boss of Yeou Pa but a simple young man who was lost and drowning in his troubles. Her thigh prickled again. When Belle tried to resist comforting Jungkook any further, the pain increased. All her energy was being used pushing herself away from this man. Not falling into the same pool he was drowning in. Jungkook had his soft spots but this was too intimate.

Despite all this, Belle couldn’t help but reach out and touch his hand. She saw his glossed eyes, brown and sweet, stare up at her. “You pretend as if you’re the only one who’s shouldering this. You have a whole operation with you. And I’m not letting someone like Seokjin get away with what he’s done.”

Regardless of what Seokjin’s intentions were, he put real people in real danger. Horrible, irreparable danger. Children who couldn’t be traced back to their parents anymore, innocent people who were left to be used just so Seokjin could tarnish Jungkook’s name. Belle would see him destroyed.

Jungkook’s eyes glazed over her face, down to her lips. He leaned in, gentle and waiting for Belle to back away before he moved any further.

Belle grabbed onto his chin. “Don’t guilt-trip me into comforting you again. If you want to kiss and fuck me, you’ll do it sober. I don’t want a sad man’s pity cum inside me.” She let go of him and padded over to the couch.

“You’re whiplash in a woman’s body, you know that?” Jungkook raised a brow.

“That’s the goal.” Belle draped some blankets on the surface of the couch, stacked pillows on the side. “Sleep here. We have a lot of work to do tomorrow.”

Jungkook sighed. “Fine.” He dragged his socked feet and slumped onto the couch, waiting a few minutes before lifting his legs, which barely hung over the edge. “This is too small.”

“There’s worse places to fall asleep.” Belle placed a blanket over him, desperately trying not to do it too affectionately.

“How could you let this happen?!” Don Takahashi, Gaia’s father, had stomped his fat body to the Jeon-Takahashi household in order to scold Gaia on her blunder.

Gaia had already a few drinks in her, making conversations with Father a little easier to bear. They sat in the living room where the fireplace roared to prepare for the chilly winter days and nights. “It was inevitable.”

“No, it was your own stupidity.” He pointed a stumpy finger her way, his dumb face reddened from fury. “Trying to play harem in this important political marriage.”

“You’ve had mistresses, Father, let’s not play morality here.”

Takahashi spluttered. “I did no such thing, I loved your mother.”

“Perhaps. But that didn’t stop you from fucking her friends, or her sisters, or her maids, or anyone you could see walking and talking.”

“You—”

“What? Didn’t think I noticed all that?” Gaia tilted his head. “You don’t get to teach or lecture me of the mistakes made here.”

Takahashi let out a shaking breath. “Even so, you fornicated with a spy. That I was never guilty of.”

“Well done.” Gaia laughed. “Would you like a biscuit for your efforts?”

“That underboss wants me to have a meeting with Jeon. I’ll be damned to bear the humiliation you gave me but I can’t back down either.” Takahashi played with his wedding ring. “You will come back home and hide out until everything blows over.”

Gaia didn’t disagree. She never felt like this was her home anyway. Nor was her childhood home any better but it was a change of scenery. There was a part of her, drowning in alcohol, that wanted to cry. But she wouldn’t do it in front of Father. “You began this.” Gaia narrowed her gaze. “Remember that.”

“I didn’t ask you to cheat on your husband.”

“But you gave me one against my will. I was fifteen, younger than you and Mother when you married. Even younger than Grandmother and Grandfather. You have no right to shame me for what I did to make that bearable.” Her eyes were dry, steamed away from old anger that was long dormant. Jimin was one of the few people who kept it calm and now he was gone.

All she had left was this unchecked fury.

The meeting between Hebi and Yeou Pa began in morning. Underground at a local bar where the noise was minimal. It smelled of old wine and aging wood.

Jungkook sat at the table, his back aching from the precarious location of his slumber but his stomach was warm. He slept well somehow and hearing Belle’s quiet preparations for the morning brought a strange elation in his body, boosting his energy for the day.

Don Takahashi sat with the haughtiest of expressions. As if he sniffed something particularly acrid and his face grew stuck that way.

The man was ready for a fight. That wasn’t good.

“Let’s get this over with quickly, Jeon,” Takahashi said.

“With pleasure,” Jungkook replied curtly.

Yoongi let out a sigh, giving a small glance to Rosyne who had her files and contracts ready if things did go well. “Keep it civil.” His tone firm. “Remember, we’ve both been breached.”

Takahashi stayed silent at this.

“Underground letters are circulating already about the spy,” Rosyne explained. “As far as we know, he’s in hiding. Likely the letters were made to clutter up tracking. Unfortunately, Seokjin isn’t stupid and he may well keep it very low and quiet for a few weeks.”

“It’ll be good for us to regroup and figure out how to best protect ourselves,” Yoongi said.

“Perhaps if Don Jeon had kept my daughter happy enough.” Takahashi scoffed. “I should’ve expected people like you wouldn’t be able to handle a Japanese wife. Let alone an heiress.”

Jungkook narrowed his gaze, jaw tightened.

“Civil, Don Takahashi,” Yoongi emphasized.

“You know I’m right. This affair must’ve began because you pulled something.” Takahashi tapped the surface of the table.

“Our marriage was your decision, not ours.” Jungkook shook his head. “The repercussions of that forced decision is on no one’s shoulders but yours and my parents.”

“I married for an alliance. Your parents married for an alliance. It is the way for our syndicates to do this, to ensure peace!” Takahashi looked tight and red. “You can’t go around complaining about love and not enough affection. Now your gang will be in ruin.” He pointed his fat finger at Jungkook. “And that girl of yours.”

Dark and rotten anger peered through Jungkook, so thick that it turned bitter on his tongue. “Excuse me?”

Victory glimmered in Takahashi’s eyes as he gave a slimy smile. “We’ve heard about her. The journalist pet you’ve been keeping. I better hope you haven’t given up this marriage to covet her.”

“The journalist isn’t a spy,” Rosyne said.

“She might as well be. Her family’s not from this country. A gang from somewhere else.”

Jungkook knew that he didn’t know a lot about Belle but he also knew Belle never wanted to get into his good graces. It was him who allowed her into his home. Cracked his skin and ripped it open for her to see. And yet Jungkook barely knew anything about her. He couldn’t show that to Takahashi though. “We know her background and that’s not our concern here.” A half lie but enough to shut him up.

“No, it isn’t. Because if this marriage is to be broken then it’s only you who will suffer the brunt, not my gang.” Takahashi smirked. “This alliance was more a favor than anything else. And I’m willing to be kind and reconsider any divorce.”

“But?” Jungkook asked.

“Get rid of the whore and we can call it an even scandal.”

Oh, Jungkook hadn’t felt anger like this in a long time. A truly long time. His vision blurred, wishing to see nothing but Takahashi’s soft face ripping under his knuckles. “While it may seem like we’re a smaller bunch compared to the grand Hebi Pa, I’d reconsider this self-righteousness, Takahashi.” It took everything in his power not to sputter out those words in growls and grunts but he was no animal. Takahashi always saw him as one but he would not be proven right. Ever.

“Yeou Pa has grown in the past few years and frankly, your syndicate seems to have become more of a nuisance than a help.” He leaned in. Eyes burning with fury but also a sense of adrenaline. Perhaps Seokjin got one thing right. Some of these gangs need to be taken down a peg.

Takahashi’s lips twitched. “You’d be making a big mistake.”

“You’ve already made it,” Jungkook said as he stood to his feet. “We’ll sign the divorce papers at my estate.”

Afternoon bloomed in his estate. Hebi Pa’s roaches scattered the entrance but not the perimeter. It was all Jungkook’s people now. People he had carefully built to outmatch Hebi Pa. Yet his confidence wouldn’t last long when he saw Gaia.

They were in his office. The divorce papers rested on a small table. A breakfast table they once sat together at. It wasn’t the most fond of memories but more comfortable. An emptiness that will now be long gone.

Gaia wore a yellow dress fit to the sleeves and a white hat. Gloves on. Shielded.

Rosyne hired a lawyer to confirm the dealings. Gaia was to go back to her home and wished not to take any money from Jungkook despite Takahashi’s insistence that they take something.

Gaia had no intentions to take revenge on Jungkook.

The lawyer shifted the paper to him. Gaia’s signature already etched there. His heart didn’t twist nor did his stomach sink. But still that emptiness overwhelmed him. Something Jungkook had leaned on for years. He hesitated for a moment only. Then signed.

“It’s done, sir,” the lawyer said. “I wish you both good luck.”

As the lawyer left, Rosyne emptied the room of people and closed the doors behind them. Without a word, she knew what needed to be done. Not needed rather wanted. A bow to tie off this thing they had.

“You know I wouldn’t risk it like that,” Gaia said. Business talk first.

“I know.”

“Good. Cause my father doesn’t believe me. He thinks it was a tantrum for being married to you.” Hatred dripped from her tone. “I never hated being married to you.” Still firm and formal but soft. Soft like their mornings.

“Neither did I.” A truth of some kind. Perhaps one that was carefully constructed from their routines but Jungkook resorted to believing it regardless.

“But.”

“But?”

“That isn’t quite enough, is it? Marriage needs a little more than convenience. Whether we like it or not.” For just a split second, Jungkook caught the lull of sadness behind Gaia’s gaze. Whatever this affair with Jimin was, it wasn’t small and it wasn’t just for enjoyment necessarily. Jungkook could see that truth bleed even when Gaia seemed to shut it tight like a holed bandage.

“Sincerely, I hope you find one like that.” Jungkook’s voice couldn’t go any higher. It didn’t want to. “Even if it sounds impossible with all this.”

Gaia gave a flicker of a smile. Sad but a true one, not calculated. “Thank you. I hope you find it too.”

With that, it was done. Jungkook and Gaia were free and unsettled.

Evening arrived in dark blooms of blue and black. Jungkook reclused himself in his office, burying himself in papers of regular work. Nothing to do with Seokjin or this mess of an operation. It kept him distracted well enough to gain some courage.

The door clicked open to Belle. She still wore her work dress, pale blue and prim. Fingers intertwined in front of her. “You wanted to see me?”

Jungkook hesitated on the question for a moment. He’d never admit it to Takahashi but part of him was right. He had to be sure. “I want to learn about your history.”

Something flickered in her. “What?”

He had touched a nerve but it wasn’t the quivering fear of a spy’s cover blown. No, it was much worse and Jungkook felt it looming like a dark cloud. Keep going. “It seems the Hebi Pa boss Takahashi believes you’re my lover and he might have some dirt on you. So it’s best you tell me before he uses it against us.” Jungkook kept a formal tone to all his ability despite his stomach wrenching at how Belle’s expression darkened.

“Takahashi wouldn’t know anything about me, he was just trying to scare you.” Belle’s voice turned firm but soft. Eerily soft.

“Humour me.”

Belle scoffed. “First you enter my house and now an interrogation?”

Jungkook tightened his jaw, forced himself not to twitch. “Just answer the question.”

She raised her chin. “You already know about my drug addiction. I’ve slept with married men, been beaten up by their wives. Been in the hospital. . .and the sanitarium for my condition.”

“Were you purchasing our products?” he asked.

“No.” Frustration flickered across her expression again.

“What about further?”

“Further.” Belle raised a brow.

“Your parents, anything that could be taken as dirt.”

Parents. That was it. That was the word that turn her eyes to flame. Jungkook felt the room burn. “You really want to know what happened to my parents?”

Jungkook shifted, struggling to keep her gaze. “Yes.”

“Seokjin and I have a loss in common. Your father ordered pills to be stuffed down my father’s throat so he’d be a better soldier.” Belle looked like a stranger once more as she spoke. “By the time the war was over, he still kept thinking that he had to fight. He couldn’t recognize me or my mother.” He saw her picking at the skin of her palm. “Out of desperation, he went back to you and your gang for more of the pills. When he claimed he didn’t have any money—” she let out a shaky sigh. “—your father’s men beat him.”

Jungkook knew the answer was going to be bad. Knew it was going to open old, terrible wounds that his father dug. Ones that he had to bear after his death. But seeing her stare at him with such deep hatred and disgust made his heart clench. This wasn’t what he wanted.

“Is that good enough? Or do you want more?” Belle asked. Tilted her head in challenge to pry further. She forced him now to look into her eyes and see the person made from his family’s machinations. “Do you want to know that my mother hasn’t left her chair for years? That my grandmother has to pry open her jaw to feed her.”

“Belle—”

“That I’ve had to smile and listen to reprehensible people gush about how much money they made from the widowed and orphaned of the war. Just to get information so one, at least one of them, could escape.” Belle pursed her shaking lips together and took a deep breath.

Jungkook reached out, thumb just barely brushed against her cheek before Belle pushed him away rough enough for him to knock at the edge of the table. His pens crashed to the floor. A ghostly bruised pain on his chest.

Belle stared at him, a raw and broken anger as she began to heave. Tears thick in her eyes but they evaporated and burned. “I’m not here to be your friend. I hate everything you do, everything you remind and represent.” She seethed. “I’m only here because this is the best way to protect as many people from Seokjin and you have no choice but to use my information.”

Jungkook wished it wasn’t the only reason but she was hardened. Whatever softness created between them was burning and pained. “I wish I wasn’t his son.”

“What?” Belle whispered.

“Sometimes, I wish I wasn’t his son.” A raw truth for her raw anger. “Perhaps not sometimes but always. I don’t like this life, Belle. I find no pleasure in it.”

Belle scoffed, disbelieving.

“You don’t have to believe me. But if you can help me take down Seokjin then maybe—” More truths. Belle had to rip her own skin to him, expose every detail. Perhaps Jungkook could do the same. “—we could burn Yeou Pa with it.”

Belle’s brows furrowed. The room stopped burning, just for a moment, for her to think. “Burn Yeou Pa?”

“Not all of it.” Jungkook shook his head. “But enough.”

“What the hell are you on about?”

“I will not ask you to be my friend or my allegiant. I’m simply asking for your help. As an equal.” Jungkook held out his hand. “Help me. And I will get you your promise of destruction.”

Belle still looked suspicious but there was a thoughtfulness behind her gaze. “If this is a trick—”

“—you can freely stab me in the throat.” It was terrifying how easy it was to make that a promise. How Jungkook wasn’t even the slightest bit fearful of it.

Blinking slowly, she stared down at his hand. Paused. Then held onto it. “An empire for an empire.”

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hireathmae · 2 years

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Tritype: 125 | 126 | 127 | 135 | 136 | 137 | 145 | 146 | 147 | 358 | 825 | 826 | 827 | 835 | 836 | 837 | 845 | 846 | 847 | 925 | 926 | 927 | 935 | 936 | 937 | 945 | 946 | 947

Instinctual variant: sp/so | sp/sx | so/sp I so/sx I sx/sp | sx/so

Life path number: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 11 | 22 | 33

Four Temperaments: Sanguine | Melancholic | Choleric | Phlegmatic

Hogwarts house: Gryffindor | Hufflepuff | Ravenclaw | Slytherin

Love languages: Acts of service | Quality time | Words of affiliation | Gift giving | Touch

DISC profile: D | I | S | C

Deadly Sin: Wrath I Envy | Gluttony | Greed | Sloth I Lust Pride

Brain lateralization: Left | Right | Both

Cerebral Personality Test: 1-10% | 11-20% | 21-30% | 31-40% | 41-50% | 51-60% | 61-70% | 71-80% | 81-90% | 91-100% /

Nerdy Personality Attribute Scale: 30 | 40 | 50 | 60 I 70

Empathy Quotient Test: 0| 10 | 20 | 30| 40 | 50 | 60 | 70 | 80 |

Helen Fisher's Personality Test: Explorer | Builder I Director | Negotiator

MOTIV: Materialistic | Offbeat I Thinking | Interpersonal | Vital | Easygoing

Dark Triad Test: Narcissism | Machiavellianism Psychopathy l

Levenson Self-Report Psychopathy Scale (Primary Psychopathy): 1 | 1.5 |2 | 2.5 | 3 | 3.5 | 4 | 4.5 | 5 |

Levenson Self-Report Psychopathy Scale (Secondary Psychopathy): 1 | 1.5 | 2 | 2.5 | 3 | 3.5 |4 | 4.5 | 5

Artistic Preference Test: Realistic | Linear | Painterly I Abstract | Masculine | Feminine I

In conclusion: Therapy isn’t doing shit.

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magic it made . george weasley x reader . wc: 484.

authors note: unedited . a little summary is that the reader and george have moved into a flat in a muggle neighborhood and attempt to make the bed without magic.

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“this is so hard,” george huffed as he flopped down on the bed — the fitted sheet snapping from the two corners it had finally stuck to and curled over his face.

you’d finally signed the lease to the flat this morning. it was in a nice muggle town, the ones that you see on the television with trimmed bushes and picketed fences.

you needed a break from the wizarding world after everything had happened. losing life long friends, family members, and having your lives be at risk themselves, it was all too much.

he especially, being around his childhood home knowing that some of the most significant people a part of it could have been missing out of the frame.

it had been a month or two since you’d come to the consensus to finally move in together, and three hours since the weasleys and your friends left after helping you move everything in.

the nap you’d taken on the floor in a pile of blankets and pillows had been more unpleasant than being exhausted — so you decided to get up and get the sheets on your actual bed.

which proved to be harder than you thought without magic.

george sighed, pushing the sheet off of his body and sitting up. his legs still touched the floor even with the platform of your bed.

“can’t we just magic it made? that was the first thing mum taught me and siblings because it would never look just the right way if we did it by hand,” he took you by the hips and placed you right in between his legs.

“but honey, we’re living in a muggle neighborhood for a reason — these people do muggle things all the time and i think the least we can do is learn how to make a bed properly,” you reasoned with a slight whine in your voice.

it was sheltering to be a part of a pureblood family, yes. but you had come to terms with that and worked to integrate different ideas into your lives. the last thing you were gonna allow was you and the love of your life to be a grown man and woman who couldn’t make a bed.

“it would be so much easier though love, and then we’d be able to actually use our new — king sized bed, without our families being within earshot. doesn’t that sound good?” he hummed, hooded eyes wandering down your figure like a fox.

he always knew how to steer a conversation.

“i thought you were tired. remember?”

you placed your hands around his neck, giving him an inquisitive look as he found something to answer with.

“i can preserve my energy for. . . better things.”

you hummed long in thought before he interrupted.

“it’ll just be this once, we can ring hermione tomorrow and ask her to teach us.”

“promise?”

“cross my heart and hope to die.”

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Warrior cat name Ideas Prefixes - A-Z A Acorn Adder Amber Ant Apple Arch Arrow Aspen Ash Asher Alder Amber B Badger Bark Beech Bellow Birch Berry Bird Black Blizzard Brave Breeze Bright Brown Bell Bug Beetle Bluebell Blue Bounce Brindle Brush Bush Buzzard Buzz Bee Bumble Bass Basil Bubble Brine Beaver Bison (I feel like this only goes good with ‘horn’ or Bisonpelt/fur.) Bat Bone Butterfly Burdock Broken Bramble Bracken Bay Brisk Blossom Briar Boil Branch Bud C Cloud Cloudy Crystal Cold Cricket Cliff Cardinal Crying Cougar Coyote Cobweb Chick Cow Cave Cheetah Carrot Coral Cactus Claw Cedar Cherry Cinder Clover Copper Creek Crooked Crouch Crow D Dew Dewy Duck Dusty Dust Dune Down Dagger Dodge Dolphin Daisy Doe Dapple Dappled Dark Dawn Dead Dove Drift Dusk E Eagle Ebony Echo Egg Eel Ember F Fallen Fallow Fawn Feather Fennel Fern Ferret Finch Fire Flame Fleet Flint Flower Flow Fly Fox Freckle Frog Frost Furze Fuzzy Foal Falling Fall G Gale Gust Golden Gold Goose Gorse Gorge Grass Gray Green Grass Goldfish Guppy Ghost H Hail Half Hare Hawk Hay Hoot Hazel Heather Heavy Hollow Holly Honey Honeycomb Hummingbird Horse Happy Hornet Hound Heron I Ice Ivy J Jagged Jay Joy Jaguar Jackdaw Jump Juniper K Kestrel Kink Koi L Lake Larch Leaf Lark Leopard Lichen Lightning Lily Lion Little Lizard Log Long Lost Loud Low Lynx M Maggot Mallow Maple Marsh Meadow Milk Minnow Mint Mist Misty Mole Moon Morning Moss Mossy Moth Mottle Mouse Mouth Mud Mumble Mink Muddy Moonlight Mountain Mushroom Monkey N Nettle Needle Nut Newt Night Nimble O Oak Oat Odd Olive One Otter Owl Orange Ocean Orca Opal P Pale Perch Pool Pike Peak Prickle Pounce Pine Petal Petal Pebble Pear Patch Pirate(kittypet or loner) Polar Peach Panda Pond Pigeon Plum Q Quail Quick R Rabbit Rain Ragged Rat Rattle Root Raspberry Reed Red Robin Rock Rose Rowan Rubble Running Rushing Rush Russet Rust Rye Raven Raccoon Rustle Rattlesnake Ravine Rapid S Sage Short Sheep Sedge Shrew Slate Slow Snail Sneeze Sorrel Soot Spider Spruce Sun Sunny Swallow Shallow Shade Sharp Scorch Sand Sandy Sky Silver Smoke Snake Soft Snow Sparrow Speckle Splash Spotted Squirrel Stalking Stalk Stalker Starling Stone Storm Stumpy Stump Sweet Swift Shred Sloe Shell Seed Shimmer Shimmering Skunk Spirit Squid Shy Sound Summer Sapphire Spiraling Spiral Shark Saturn T Tall Talon Tooth Timber Tiger Twig Tumble Thorn Thistle Thrush Tawny Tangle Ting Trout Torn Toad Tiny V Vine Vixen Void Vole W Wasp Weasel Web Weed Wet Whisker White Whale Wild Willow Wind Wolf Winter Wisteria Whisper Whispering Water Wave Waver Whisper Watermelon Whistle Wood Y Yellow

Yew

Yarrow- suggested

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@cryptidclaw I also did this for our Au to help us with renaming.

I will get to suffixes soon I promise.

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freedom las vegas!!! eventual bolton?(;D)!reader x theon greyjoy

your bastard brother ramsey bolton was torturing some guy again. you sighed as you heard the screaming, wishing he’d just shut up so you could focus on dissecting the dead baby fox in front of you. you licked its blood off your finger as your bedroom door pounded.

“what?” you called out, pissed that ramsey got to be the heir and u didn’t.

“mr bolton wants u to cum to his torture room. NOW!!!!1!!” you recognised miranda’s stupid preppy voice. she tried to be dark and evil like u and ur brother but she was too much of a whore.

“fuck off slut!” you heard her huff and stomp away. regardless, you obeyed your brother - he was a man after all - and hopped to his room.

“ah y/n!” he grinned when you leapt through the door frame, feeding your momentum into an army roll into him.

“what do u want?” you roared, flirtily.

“this fucking man is theon greyjob.” he pointed to the very thing and panting man tied up, spread-eagle on the cross of jesus christ our lord amen.

“sso?” you retorted.

“i am torturing him.” he whispered back.

“and?’

“i am fucking torturing him!!!!!!!!1!!!!!” he had had a stomach ache so was being a cranky pants >:( ((((((a/n poor ramsee >o< love u bby ramsey boltun: love u 2 author-chan me: >:00))))).

“fine. i will suck his toes” you sighed. ramsey grinned as you go to your knees.

(((((((((((a/n incest is sexxy if you are incestrophobic then gtfo!!!! >>>:[))))))))

but when you looked up, theon’s dirty big toe sat on your tongue, your eyes met his light blue orbs. they were....... beautiful.

the toe dropped put of your mouth with a slimy pop, “theon handjob. i am in love with you!!”

his crystal cerulean sight balls filled with tears, “babygirl I love you 2!!!1!”

you stood up and with your bare hands you snapped ramseys neck.

“now we r free my love.” you roared. and grabbed his hand.

theon laughed, “seize the means of production.”

you laughed too.

it was time to be yourself: y/n targaryen, the lost princess of old valyria and heir to throne of gondor.

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[male, he/him] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [ROMAN PHOENIX]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [NICHOLAS GALITZINE]. You must be the [TWENTY-EIGHT] year old [ACTOR]. Word is you’re [OUT-GOING] but can also be a bit [CUNNING] and your favorite song is [SELF SABATOGE BY WATERPARKS]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [CRYSTAL COVER]. I’m sure you’ll love it! [constantine, 25+, EST, they/them] ( @aurorabayaesthetic )

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— BASICS ☆

full name:; roman henry joel phoenix

nicknames:; rome, ro

gender:; cis male

pronouns:; he/him

sexual preference:; bisexual (leans more toward men)

birthdate & age:; nov. 25th, aged twenty-eight years

zodiac sign:; sagittarius (archer)

spouse / lover:; none currently

— APPEARANCES ☆

face & voice claim:; nicholas galitzine

height:; 6′1″

eyes:; hazel green

hair:; naturally blonde, sometimes dyes brown or black (currently dark brown)

body art:; a left ear piercing on his earlobe and occasionally an industrial bar, also in his left ear

other distinguishing features:; a mole on the right side of his face, above his lip and another on the right side of his chin

fashion sense:; classic, casual, comfy, sometimes proper and fancy and almost always wearing a ring on every finger

body type:; generally toned and healthy looking

— PERSONALITY ☆

traits:; tough, cunning, sassy, hard-working, confident, introverted, sarcastic, loyal, aggressive, self-destructive, out-going -- sweet, caring, funny, loveable

fears:; expressing his feelings and being rejects

hobbies:; writing, partying, music, photography, sometimes reading

skills:; singing, playing various instruments (guitar, piano), writing songs and poems, good in the bedroom

quirks:; bites lip when bored or nervous or plays with his jewellery when nervous

— FAMILY ☆

mother:; mrs. phoneix

father:; mr. phoenix

siblings:; an older sister named ashleigh

children:; none

pets:; none

— FAVOURITES ☆

ice cream flavour:; strawberry

food:; breakfast foods

time of the day / night:; nighttime

season:; autumn/fall

holiday:; halloween, new years

animal:; wolves and foxes

colour:; black, blue, red

scent:; lavender

musician/band:; david bowie, queen

— OTHER ☆

education:; he's done a few years of uni for digital arts but did nothing with it

bad habits:; drinking, smoking, weed and vapes from time to time

a cherished item:; the eye rings he wears on his left index finger and right ring fingers that he messes with someones in those moments he's anxious

relationship role:; tries to dominate but will easily submit, he loves being dominated. he will dominate in some cases however

random fun fact:; he hates wearing underwear

— BIOGRAPHY ☆

—- B R E I F B A C K G R O U N D —-

trigger warnings ; mentions of drug abuse and alcohol abuse.

roman henry joel phoenix was born to two loving parents along with an older sister named ashleigh in london, england. growing up started fine, and roman got pretty close with his sister and really appreciated his parents up until his teen years in which then everything changed. as a teenager, roman learned his parents wanted him to take over the family business and refused to let him out of it. the young boy, however, wasn't at all interested, all he wanted to do originally was make music. he wanted to be a musician as he always loved writing poems and short stories and managed to make what he thought was beautiful music out of it.

as soon as he turned sixteen, roman started to rebel against his parents, spending two years being nothing but trouble. during this time he got a few tattoos across his arms and one on his chest, both his ears pierced (earlobes and industrial bars), his tongue pierced, started wearing all his rings and really experimented with his sexuality and just live his best life. he first got a girlfriend at fifteen but they broke up shortly after he turned sixteen and started to change (due to his rebelling against his parents and trying to find himself more). roman also fell into the wrong crowd of people and got into drugs and alcohol and not being the most careful at a party at eighteen for graduation, roman found himself in the hospital.

after this time he cut out a lot of his bad habits (still drinking from time to time and deals with smoking on and off) and removing all the piercings in his right ear and tongue as well as removing all his tattoos. this had roman push to get into music and managing to release a single and left his parents home, getting his own apartment. during his time cleaning up he met a guy he'd date for a couple years before they parted ways due to wanting different things. this is when roman realized, he wasn't ready to settle down. he ended up getting a record deal and moved out to los angeles, california in the hopes to make an album but things didn't work out and he fell into a bit of a depression feeling he wasn't as good as he once thought at music.

roman did met a guy during his tries at music, who also heard his single and offered him a chance at acting. so he left his music dreams behind to put his all into acting and doing pretty well for himself with a couple good films and a show under his belt already. finally he started to really feel proud of himself. despite all of this, he still holds out the dream of being a successful musician as well. music always have a place in his heart and in his free time, he's always working on new music whenever he can, while also still enjoying and giving his all to acting and treating each role as his own and finding parts of himself in each character he brings to life.

—- C U R R E N T L Y —-

roman still struggles with sleeping around and flirting, despite really wanting to find someone to settle down with and consider maybe a family one day. he's just scared he's unloveable and work makes him harder to commit to. he's also since moved out to aurora bay, california living his best life in the crystal cove area for the past couple years (upon march 2024). his got zero contact or desire to connect his family or much of his life back home, except him two exes who became close friends after and support his career and hope he one day finds love and lets himself love and be loved. he also still does music as more a hobby, not sure about releasing much more yet as he's unsure he can handle being dropped again thinking he wasn't good enough when the deal fell through.

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LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

March 10, 2024

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

MAR 11, 2024

As predicted, last week was an important one for the Republican Party.

The Republicans’ rebuttal to the State of the Union on Thursday stayed in the news throughout the weekend. On Friday, independent journalist Jonathan Katz figured out that a key story in it was false. Senator Katie Britt (R-AL) described a twelve-year-old child sex trafficked by Mexican cartel members, implying that the young girl was trafficked because of President Joe Biden’s border policies.

Katz tracked down the facts. Britt was describing the life of Karla Jacinto, who was indeed trafficked as a child, but not in the present and not in the U.S. and not by cartels. She was trafficked from 2004 to 2008—during the George W. Bush administration—in Mexico, at the hands of a pimp who entrapped vulnerable girls. Jacinto has become an advocate for child victims and has told her story before Congress, and she met Britt at an event for government officials and anti-trafficking advocates.

Britt’s dramatic delivery of the rebuttal had already invited parody and concern about the religious themes she demonstrated. The news that a central image in it was a lie just made things worse. “Everyone’s f*cking losing it,” a Republican strategist told The New Republic’s Ellie Quinlan Houghtaling. “It’s one of our biggest disasters ever.”

On Friday, the Republican National Committee (RNC) voted to replace former RNC chair Ronna McDaniel, who resigned effective Friday, with Trump loyalist Michael Whatley and Trump’s daughter-in-law Lara Trump. They will co-chair the organization and have made it clear their primary goal is to put Trump back in the White House.

Friday night, on Newsmax, Donald Trump Jr. recorded a video announcing that the old Republican Party “no longer exists outside of the D.C. beltway…. The move that happened today…that’s the final blow. People have to understand that America First, the MAGA movement is the new Republican Party. That is conservatism today.”

Just what that means was crystal clear on Friday night, when Trump hosted Hungarian prime minister Viktor Orbán at the Trump Organization’s Florida property, Mar-a-Lago. The darling of the radical right, Orbán has spoken at the Conservative Political Action Conference (CPAC) and hosted former Fox News Channel personality Tucker Carlson, and his policies inspired the anti-LGBTQ+ legislation Florida governor Ron DeSantis has championed.

The right wing’s fondness for Orbán springs from his having rejected democracy and replaced it in Hungary with what he calls an “illiberal state.” Orbán and other far-right leaders working against democracy maintain that the central principle of democracy, equality before the law, undermines society. It permits immigration, which, in their minds, dilutes the “purity” of a people, and it requires that LGBTQ+ individuals and women have the same rights as heterosexual men. Such a world challenges the heteronormative patriarchal world traditionalists crave.

Orbán’s takeover of the press, elimination of rival political parties, partisan gerrymandering, capture of the courts, and control of Hungary’s government are not just ideological, though, but also economic. Corruption and the capture of valuable factories and properties for cronies have allowed Orbán and his allies to amass fortunes.

“There’s nobody that’s better, smarter or a better leader than Viktor Orbán. He’s fantastic,” Trump said on Friday. Trump said that Orbán simply says, “‘This is the way it’s going to be,’ and that’s the end of it, right? He’s the boss and…he’s a great leader, fantastic leader. In Europe and around the world, they respect him.”

On Saturday, Republicans in Oklahoma County, Oklahoma, censured Senator James Lankford (R-OK) over his work negotiating the border security measure. In January, state Republicans claimed they had passed a resolution “strongly” condemning Lankford; others said the vote for the resolution was “not legitimate and definitely does not represent the voice of all Oklahoma Republicans.”

Lankford is a far-right senator whom Senate minority leader Mitch McConnell (R-KY) tapped to represent the Republicans in the negotiations. House Republicans had demanded the border security measure before they would allow a vote on a national security supplemental bill that funds Ukraine’s defense against Russia’s invasion.

Because the Democrats are desperate to fund Ukraine, they were willing to give up things they had never laid on the table before, including a path to citizenship for those brought to the United States as children, making the bill that emerged from the negotiations strongly favor the Republican position on immigration. The Border Patrol Officers’ union, the U.S. Chamber of Commerce, and the editorial board of the Wall Street Journal all endorsed it.

But the House Republicans’ demand for a border measure appears to have been an attempt to kill the national security supplemental bill altogether. As soon as it became clear that there would be a deal, Trump came out against it. He demanded that Congress kill the measure, and his loyalists agreed.

Lankford, who had helped to produce the strongest border measure in years at the request of the nominal head of the party, has now been censured because he crossed Trump.

Meanwhile, on Saturday, Biden signed into law one of the consolidated appropriations bills that must be finished to fund the government. The other must be finished by March 22.

Biden has continued to ride the momentum built by Thursday’s State of the Union speech. His campaign has released a number of advertisements, and today he was in Georgia, where the largest political action committees representing communities of color—the AAPI Victory Fund, the Latino Victory Fund, and The Collective PAC—endorsed him and pledged $30 million to mobilize communities of color to vote in 2024.

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

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