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#he's starting to accept that his actions bring heavy consequences and he's showing a lot of guilt and regret. still a tough front tho
ninadove · 9 months
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Hello, all respectfully, may I ask, why do you want emilie to be dead? I mean adrien deserves to have his mom back, don’t you think? You can answer it thru private chat if it makes you more comfortable.
No that’s perfectly fine! I love getting a chance to overanalyse and write down my own thoughts! 📝
So, I have a complicated relationship with Emilie as a character, but I don’t hate her by any means. I do believe she is a lot less pure and innocent than we were first led to believe, but that makes her much more compelling, so as far as I’m concerned it’s a great writing choice.
The reason I think she should be dead, or more accurately, stay dead (the nuance is crucial), is simply storytelling.
As fun as the show is, it is also pretty serious when it wants to be, and these 5 seasons were written with a couple of core messages in mind:
Part of the experience of being human is to accept that there is no magical solution to our problems. Sometimes things don’t work out, sometimes we lose the people we care about; and actions bring consequences, always. This is why using the Peacock carries such a heavy toll, even after it is fixed, and why the Lucky Charm primarily relies on Marinette’s intelligence and creativity (characteristically human qualities) rather than being an automatic problem solver.
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Whenever these losses occur — you have to move on. Staying stuck in the past means depriving yourself of a chance to enjoy the present and plan for the future. All of the events of these 5 seasons were triggered by Gabriel’s inability to accept the concept of death, and by his attempts to drag all of Paris down the pits of grief (symbolised by the akuma attacks) with him — starting with his own son.
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Of course, Adrien deserves to be happy and loved! And Emilie herself explains how it can happen:
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By letting her go.
Adrien is an extremely strong and loving kid who, unlike his father, is able to shoulder the pain while still opening himself up to the world. Gabriel trying to bring Emilie back did nothing to fix the sorrow his son had to deal with; in fact, it cost him his other parent and a normal childhood in the process.
But the thing is — Adrien does not need Emilie anymore.
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He has a girlfriend who loves him so much she gave his dad one last chance to make the right choice, despite all the pain he caused (and will likely continue to cause from the grave). He has a cousin who loves him so much he was willing to burn the world down, then help fix it to protect him. He has amazing friends who supported him through this entire ordeal (special shout-out to Nino, who has been on Gabriel’s case since S1 E9), even when he did not feel comfortable enough to share the full extent of the abuse he was going through. He has Amelie and Nathalie, who will provide him with the motherly love he needs in his life, and Tom and Sabine, who are already packing him his breakfast every morning because they’ve carved him a place in their family and hearts. Also, he has a cheese-eating demon who lives in his pocket.
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No one is entitled to raising the dead, and Adrien would never even consider it. But he does deserve love and care and happiness, things his father deprived him of in his senseless quest to defy the laws of nature — things he was able to build for himself because he chose to be kind and vulnerable despite his grief.
Season 6 will be terrible on him, but he will come back stronger on the other side. And in doing so, he will send an important message to the core audience of the show: young children who will sooner or later have to mourn a loved one themselves, but will know they can be OK thanks to his example.
And you know, sometimes us adults need a little reminder too. 💚
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ghostforwhat · 11 months
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beckoning you to go on the spiel
ur an enabler <3 but also Hannibal Lecter & his relationship with death is so so intriguing. To start with, up until this point, he’s not open with anyone about his views on death as an escape choosing instead to focus on the other aspects and power he thinks he has constructed over it. But with Bella, he is beginning to unravel and so his actions and advice take on more and more drastic tones because he is, for the first time since childhood, in a situation he can barely (if at all) control. He needs to be pretend that he does, and can continue to, maintain it because he’s playing a very high risk game with a very low chance of it turning out in his favor and he knows it. By interacting with Will & the Team at all, he’s showing off hubris. And then he raises the stakes again, keeping Bella and Will’s illness to himself, one aware and the other not. Which okay we don’t see a whole lot of evidence for it but it’s heavily implied that he has started to grow bored at the beginning of the show, the Ripper had taken a hiatus and no dinner parties had occurred in some time. Will is a catalyst that drives him out of that, and instead of approaching it with a more drawn out manipulation the way he did with Bedelia or Chiyoh or even to some extent Margot, he immediately places Will in the same sort of do or die situation by calling Hobbs. Hes running off balance from the start and every action he takes, while it may have an air of calculation, is very much not thought out to the degree it should be. He’s essentially drawing up the plans to destroy his own life because he’s faced with the possibility of understanding. He wants it, I would argue he practically needs it, but he can’t allow himself to have it without upheaving everything because he works in extremes. For anyone else, there would be hesitancy and doubt but he doesn’t do either of those. He has full faith in Will from the beginning which is why in Mizumono, he accuses “You would take my life.” first because that’s what he was expecting, planning on. He never addressed his trauma in a meaningful way that didnt bring harm to others or himself, he does not use Bedelia as an actual therapist but rather a sounding board, he has to be aware that the words “Nothing happened to me. I happened.” cannot coexist with his behavior but he says them anyway. He shoulders heavy amounts of blame and unfortunately most of it rightly so because he cannot help himself or stop. Prison for Hannibal was the worst punishment possible and that he accepted it because Will deemed it necessary, shows us again that he continues to carry guilt with him, just not remorse. He’s away of how he hurts what he loves and feels bad about it but not enough to stop. The minute he stops, the minute he has to confront that he could have let himself die instead of eating his sister (in his mind) and he can’t handle that. He needs to have the fantasy of death being a motivator while also being a consequence, he’s driven to drastic actions and thrives there because anything less and he runs the risk of being forced to confront himself with no buffer and he’s hyper aware of that. “Suicide is the enemy.” And it’s one he thinks of often. He has survivor’s guilt and his actions in Mizumono made that ten times worse while also inflicting that same feeling onto Will. It’s also why I think he was so willing to let Will pull them off the cliff, beyond the culmination of everything he wanted, he had been prepared and ready to die since the beginning. His last action was to shield the worst of the fall from Will and then close his eyes, at peace with it.
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thewritingstar · 3 years
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Beautiful Revelations
Pairing: Gruvia (I know its been a hot ass min)
Fandom: Fairy Tail 
tags: @shellielyzabeth @be-dazzled @nostalgicxslumber @unvalley @tigerfire54
Note: It has happened. I have written 200 fanfics and idk if I should be proud or slightly scared. (feel free to skip this omg why is it so long) 
I want to say thank you to everyone who has read, liked, reblogged or interacted with me in any way. I have always had a feeling that no matter what I write, I wouldn’t matter. But every comment and sweet note left made me realize that even if its just a smile or enough to make someone hit the like button, I made a small difference or added something to the fandom. Most of my fics are quick drabbles full of spelling mistakes, random thoughts and love for the characters. I know I don’t write very long stories or finish my wips (why are we surprised) but even though Im not someone people look to as a big author, each of you have made me feel special. There have been many times, this year especially that I had decided to give up writing. “Im not good enough and no one will even notice” Thats what I told myself if I decided to just back away. But every so often I would look and see that someone new or old had read my work. Every time someone reads something I wrote, I go back and read it too. I look at all the tags and see every comment and I stop and smile and remember how much joy it brought me when I first posted. 
When I first started writing, I thought that I wouldn’t have a place. Yet in a very short span of time, I was welcomed with open arms and people started to tune in regularly for my fics. I had been given many nicknames such as Gruvia goddess, angst queen, satan (yes I know the fic0 and well even Star. 
During my darkest moments, my mind lingered to my writing and to my internet friends. without hesitation I could message someone and feel better and be given the reassure I need. I can't even begin to say how much it means to me that people actually enjoy my writing and even me as a person. 
I thank each of you for giving me a joy that was considered a luxury at one point and allowing me to write whatever I wanted and you took it with love and made me happier than I have been in years. To all the people who made art or wrote me something, it means so much to me. 
Im not saying that this fic is my greatest but I think it has a special place because It shows the growth over time. 200 fics is a lot and whether or not they were all good, it doesn't matter because I did that and I can say that im proud. Im sorry for all that sappy shit but I wouldn't be where I am without you all. 
-Star <3 
ps: im not dying or stop writing fics im just happy lol 
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  “There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a               heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.”
― Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever
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It was the nights like these that she hated most. The cold would creep through the blankets and make her shiver as her eyelids hung heavy. She could be ready to rest, let the sweet dreams guide her but instead those dark intrusive thoughts toyed with her like a fly on a freshly woven web. They would sprout out of nowhere, tangled with thorns and hold her mind hostage as it injected its sickly venomized thoughts for the night.
She always wondered how she got this far. She was one of the highest members of Phantom Lord, her abilities had rarely been matched. If she desperately craved, she could walk down the hallways and strike fear into the other members, no one could touch her. Hierarchies became a custom here. Once you made it to the top after clawing your way with blood, sweat and probably more blood, you were a god. Yet she walked in and in the next few minutes she was at the table with the master, already receiving a promise that she was special, a delicate and useful ally for the guild.
Special. What a swollen lie that turned out to be.
Maybe that's why she never bothered to search for a light, something to cure the rain. For every life she had bruised or ended, she wanted to feel the pain that followed. She needed to know the consequence of her actions, to be held accountable for ruining another family or taking something from the innocent. Instead she was celebrated.
The days turned to months and she found herself years later not knowing what anything meant anymore. Life used to be black and white. She would walk the side of the kind and good and now she was treading through a swarm of a morally gray compound.
These restless nights, she loathed them but then again, suffering was something that came naturally to her. The only person to ever knock her down was herself.
She climbed out of bed, fuzzy slippers over her feet as she walked to the bathroom. Her headache had worsened and she stared into the mirror. She had looked at herself a thousand times but… have her eyes always been that blue? No, she was tired and her vision was fuzzy, she was fine. Cold water came to her hands as she turned on the facet and splashed her face. Everything was the same as it always was. Expect for today.
Her order was simple. Defeat whoever stood in her way and make sure the Phantom Lord got Lucy Heratfilia. Why did they want some mage? She didn’t know but she was never one to second guess her orders. To go against what she was told was a waste of time, she would have been dead by the end of the day if she did. She had once believed that they accepted her with open arms, that Phantom Lord truly cared about her well being. It was a lie. A bitter sweet lie she allowed to remain in her head.
Hundreds of opponents had come before her. She was accustomed to the way of a battle and had harnessed her skill at a young age. The pure power of the rain pushed her further. She had an unlimited amount of power around her, unlike others, they would run out of fuel. She began to crave that god-like power. Allow the storm to rage on, all she had was herself and the droplets that followed. She understood she was an outcast. Love was never an option, not for someone who brought gloom everywhere.
But this afternoon, fate was a funny thing. She walked onto that rooftop, winning was the only thing on her mind, but he was there. A man who didn’t back down, a man who saw her as an equal.
Her heart began to race. It was forgien and she wasn’t sure if she liked it. She had felt attraction before but this, this was different. Something as small as a single glance had already spun her mind into a muddled mess. It would have been better if she turned around, if he didn’t engage in the fight. Then maybe she wouldn’t be thinking of him like this.
Love at first sight. That wasn’t real. No one could possibly have that happen. What could drive someone's emotion so wild that they become attached to a person in such a short time? And yet it happened. He stood there waiting for the next move and she could only gaze at him with rose colored glasses.
An enemy. A traitor. That's what she would be if she dared to let him escape. She couldn’t hestatite, she never did and now she was frozen in her spot as ice magic danced around her. Peoples magic and abilities never intrigued her, but this, this was beyond anything she had seen.
The light reflecting off of the ice as her droplets froze before her eyes was breathtaking and she hardly noticed that she was losing the battle. She never thought rain could look, dare she say, beautiful? But in this state of its frozen glory, it was all she could think about. She envied those who never had to stay in the rain, a jealousy she didn’t want to admit had festered over the years and she gave up trying to despise the element. But before her was something much more than the state she was accustomed to. Ice. The solid purity of her own and she had wondered what it would be like to hold it in her hands.
She had water locked him, pulled out all of the stops and even with that, he stood again and again. He had screamed that the water was boiling, burning his skin but never before had the water gone above warm. It was usually ice cold on the tipping point of freezing but she could feel the warmth surrounding her.
It shocked her just the same. She had heard people talk about feeling the sun kiss their skin, the warmth spreading as they walked, this was the closest she had felt to that. This warm rush of water was beyond what she had known and yet even as it tinged her hands it felt good, it felt freeing, it felt right.
It burned in a way she had craved for so long. Something other than the fridgeness she had grown used too.
She stared at her reflection in her mirror, tears brimming her eyes. How could one person she just met bring her something she had never felt before? She shut the light out in the bathroom and walked back to her bed, passing her window, she stopped and turned.
Above in the sky was the moon. A soft white glow surrounded the orb that she had never seen before. It was breathtaking. A cosmic power the normal people of the world didn’t dare to worship now became a luxury. The sky was clear and she could see the stars, she could sense them all. How could she have lived her entire life never once seeing the moon and the sun? She had been cursed to live in the rain forever.
But he-he made it stop.
When he grabbed her arm, it was like time had stopped. As if everything she had ever known was washed away and all she could see was a bright light encasing him. She was content knowing her death was coming, there was hardly a reason for her to live. Perhaps she wasn't even living, just surviving day after gloomy day.
He pulled her to safety, her back against the roof as she panted heavily. Those clouds above her moved like a curtain for a show, parting just so that she could see the enchanting mystery she had always craved.  
She had never known a blue sky till then. The brightness was almost unbearable as she stared into a sky she had never known. So many emotions flooded her head but it was clear as those ice crystals that her heart was beating for him. She was his enemy, they made that clear from the start but he hadn’t hesitated to save her. He showed a mercy she had never come across.
Another tear fell as she sat on her bed.
“He saved Juvia.” She whispered to herself. A horrific thought came to her. Would she have saved him? She didn’t want to know the outcome because deep down she believed she was good. Beneath the surface of unremosle power, there was that scared little girl who never had anyone to care for her.
The amount of days she sat in that orphanage alone sewing her dolls and praying that the rain stopped one way or another, it was as if she couldn’t remember it. He had done the impossible. He showed her the sky she hadn’t seen. He had shown her kindness.
A thought came to mind as she stood and packed her things. No more would she be known as “the rain woman”. No more would gloom be her only trait. She was determined to find something much more appealing than those bowing by fear. She wanted love. She wanted that warmth of the water constantly and the feeling of the sun on her skin. She understood it now. There was a power strong than her, stronger than any wizard that surrounded the other guild.
She had vowed to be done with love. Promised herself that no man could hurt her again. She was trembling at the thought of being vulnerable once more. The only time she felt warmth was the scorching burn of a fiery rejection and words that burned like lava. It was too much for someone to handle. So she pushed it down, locked the key and threw it as far as she could. The temptation though. The idea of letting her guard down for someone, someone she barely knew? How she fantasized of that moment. She had once believed that someone of her past had done that, but they were all the same. Ashamed of the rain, the rain she caused, the pain she brought.
And after their fight when she collected herself and tried to run back towards her guild, he stopped her.
“For what it's worth I think you’re an incredible wizard. You may not want to believe that your guild is dark and bad but, Fairy Tail is always open.” He had said it with such sincerity that she wasn’t sure if it were true.
“Juvia thinks your magic is just as powerful.” She had said before he gave her a smile and turned away to go back to his other guild mates.
And here she stood, a suitcases packed in the night and a note left on the desk. This guild didn’t deserve any words. Not when they feasted on her ability. Harvested those negative emotions and almost made her fall into the deep end.
She knew what they would say. They would call her a coward. A traitor and a worthless wizard, at first it was enough to stop her. Make her stay and perhaps bring back the clouds. However what he said stuck in her mind.
“I would rather die fighting than let your guild have Lucy! She is one of us and we don’t leave anyone behind.”
Without hesitation he made it clear that every member of the guild was valued no matter how long they had been there, they were a family. If something like that would have happened, if she were threatened, her guild would let her die without a second thought.
Never again would she allow someone to have a hold over her. She spent too many years sheltered by pain and deviation to go on like that.
She grabbed her bag and closed her door.
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Juvia stood in front of the door. The morning would be better to do this but it was beyond dark outside and she didn’t want her intrusive thoughts pulling her back to her old guild. Softly she knocked, maybe hoping that he wouldn’t hear it and force her back to the isolation of fear.
The open clicked open and her eyes widened slightly as a sleepy Gray leaned against the door frame, shirtless and rubbing his eyes.
“Juvia?” He blinked and watched as her cheek puffed out in red. He looked down to see that he was only in his underwear and let out a yelp as he grabbed a blanket off the chair. “What are you doing here?”
“Um Juvia thought.” She paused and looked towards the ground. “Actually Juvia apologies for disturbing you.” Her back was to him and she began to walk away.
“Wait!” His hand caught hers and he pulled slightly. A jolt of warmth spread through her, burning her like a thousand suns as well as the chill of ice from his own temperature. She looked back at him, eyes wide and lips parted. “Juvia, please just tell me.”
“Such kindness.” She whispered to herself. Her heart rate sped up just like it did earlier and she swallowed a breath. “Juvia was wondering…why did you save her?”
His hand dropped her as if he were shocked that she would dare question his action.
“I wasn’t going to let you die. Enemies or not, I don’t think you deserved that fate. I don’t believe that you are this evil person your guild made you out to be. To be honest when you fell, you look like you didn’t care what happened and I guess I saw myself in you.”
“You saved Juvia because you know what it's like?”
“To feel lost and hopeless I guess.” He scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Sometimes it's hard thinking you deserve to live, that it would be better to harbor all the pain of your past. I don’t know everything about you but that look in your eyes. I couldn’t let you go knowing that there was a brighter future ahead.”
A tear dripped from her eye. Her smile was soft as hugged her arms to her body. “You knew Juvia would join the guild.”
“Well I wouldn’t say I knew, but I was hoping that you would. If you still want to, that is.”
“Juvia would be honored.” She bowed respectfully towards him.
Gray smiled and bowed back. His eyes faced the sky looking towards the moon. “Have you ever seen it?”
“Tonight would be the first. Juvia thinks the stars are remarkable.”
“Lucy knows alot about them, I think you two would be good friends.”
Juvia shook her head as regret twisted in her stomach. “Juvia accepts your kindness and compassion but she doesn’t know if the rest will. Juvia was her rival, she understands if everyone doesn’t see her as a friend.” She frowned slightly.
A laugh came from the ice mage's mouth. “That's the thing about Fairy Tail, no matter where you come from or what your past may have held, there's always going to be a friend waiting.”
Juvia nodded. “Thank you Gray. Juvia will talk to your guild master tomorrow.”
“Like I said before. You’re an incredible wizard, you’ll be just fine.” He winked.
“Have a nice night.”
“You too.”
She watched as he entered his house before turning around and walking towards her hotel. Her shoulders felt lighter and she held her head high for the first time. This was her step in the right direction, this was where her new life began.
Time had slowed and allowed her to pause. A beautiful revelation she never knew could exist came to mind as she just realized that she was in love.
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She looked down at her leg in the mirror. The voices behind her had faded to the background as she became entranced with the mark of Fairy Tail.
“The blue suits you.” She turned to see Gray standing there with a smile as he was focused on her guild mark.
To say that she was grateful was an understatement. Her mask she wore like a crown had shattered. It unravels in his hands as the months went on and all that was left was the person she wanted to be. She could finally let go of her ghosts, her darkness and begin to forgive herself.  
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“What do you think?” He asked her as the white sky fell with snow.
Gray had told her of a special spot he used to go to when the first snow came. Past the forest was a clearing of grassy hills that would soon become a winter wonderland. Laid out on one of the hills was a blanket and a few lanterns.
She held her hand out and felt the tiny snowflakes collect on her hand. He sat behind her, one arm snaked around her waist while the other hand rose above hers and created a small flurry of snowflakes.
“Breathtaking.” She gushed. This was the first time she had seen snow fall. Her eyes followed the ice magic as it formed a heart and blew into the sky joining the other flurries. She turned so she could meet his eyes and his normal content face was replaced with a smile.
He leaned forward until their noses touched briefly. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” He said and she only had a moment to process his words as his lips landed on hers and her eyes fluttered close.
Her hand went to his cheek as she leaned towards him, her energy matching his and all she could hear was the thumping of her heart. She would be embarrassed to say that she might have dreamt of this moment a little too much but it didn’t matter now. All she knew was that her beloved felt the same.
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For once she was happy to hear a cry. That little whimper bubbling from the baby's mouth, her baby, she was in disbelief. Perfection was a rarity. No one was perfect, but the being with a tuft of dark blue hair and grey eyes would beg to differ. A child was never in her future. The thought came up randomly but the idea of raising a family wasn’t even a question.
During her missions in her old guild, she would walk past a family. She would see happy faces on everyone and would only be filled with envy and hatred. Disgusting was what it was. How could you love someone else when there was no love for you?
But times change. She would see others holding their child's hand and feel a warmth in her heart at how the children beamed up at their parents. She could sense the love all around them and would smile herself, hoping that it might become a reality for herself.
She would wake in the middle of the night, not from her demons but for her new reason to live. He would babble and tug at the locks of her hair and giggle when water magic danced before his young eyes.
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It was nights like these that loved the most. The soft rays of moonlight casting shadows through her window as silk sheets wrapped around her bare form. She used to spend nights alone, only her pillow to catch her tears and now delicate fingers trail her backside as she listens to the thumping of his heart. His chest rises and falls as her own follows the rhythm. Her eyes flutter close as her tiredness grows untils it's interrupted by a cool press of lips under her ear.
A peaceful sigh leaves her lips as she tilts her head up to meet dark eyes gazing at her. Flushed cheeks was something she wore often and she lifted off of him to move further up and meet his lips with hers. He pulls her back to him, hating the emptiness between them and adores the way she shivers when his thumb traces her guild mark.
Their love was honest and raw. She had learned that nights like those in the past would haunt him as well. They would keep him up and plague his thoughts with images of death and destruction. But now, they lingered in the shadows, always there but something brighter and beautiful guarded them to peace and she focused on the way he breathed her name then the tears that dropped.
There was an overwhelming amount of happiness that she had gathered after all the years she spent in Fairy Tail. She found friendship and family bonds. Love in all forms that she cherished deeply. Her powers were seen as a gift to help others and lend a hand, not twisted into medled lies that she had spent so long untangling.
Her lips pulled from his slowly and their breaths settled between them. When she looked at Gray she found something more. She had freedom and rebirth. Forgiveness and lust wrapped into something more than love. Their bond was stronger than she could have ever dreamed and when he left kisses over her skin she wanted nothing more in life than to stay frozen in this moment.
He did the impossible. He opened a door, shined a light through her darkness and allowed her to accept the fact that she did deserve to live. She could cherish moments and keep them as her own without the threat of corruption. Her life was now her own to command and she did it with such grace and beauty that Gray couldn’t imagine her being any different. 
“I love you.” He promised and there was no doubt in her mind that he meant it.
“I love you too.” She responded.
The beautiful truth was that she was finally at peace and loved herself. 
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I hope that you all enjoyed and thank you for being so lovely <3
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unfoldingmoments · 3 years
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5 hindrances to self-mastery
TEDxVitosha  by Master Shi Heng Yi
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-079YIasck
It has been quite a privilege being able to grow up in two quite different ways of life.
I was born in Germany, and at the same time had the chance to learn more about an ancient art coming from the Shaolin Temple.
When you grow up in an Asian family,
it is quite common that firstly, you don't argue with your father, and secondly, you either become medical doctor, engineer, or lawyer.
Elsewise your parents will be very unhappy.
So having that said, I finished my academic education with two university degrees, an MBA, and quite a collection of different certificates and diplomas - everything that my parents thought would be useful to have.
But throughout this education, I felt something was missing. Because I was learning about many different aspects - how the plant is working, what an atom is made out of, how a political system is functioning, but somehow, the subject was missing to learn something about myself.
So with the age of four, for the first time
I got introduced into the monastic practices, and I was very happy to find out that the main part of these practices were dealing with the exploration and the discovery of yourself.
There was mental training, development of behavior combined with the physical training, all aspects of what nowadays is known as Shaolin Kung-Fu.
Now, despite the wishes of my parents to somehow go out in the market and try to manage the world, I decided to continue this monastic life and start learning more about myself first.
Now, in the preparation for this talk, I was asked to share a few words on what is important in this lifetime, and see,
it's already challenging to put 3 decades into a single talk.
But the picture I would like to show you summarizes very much what I consider as being valuable in this lifetime.
There is something about sharing with others.
There is something about connection.
There is the training and development of yourself.
It is to enjoy your time, even doing nothing.
And one main aspect is to find a way and do the things you like to do.
Now, when I received the invitation to have a talk at today's event,
especially under the slogan "High, Higher, Highest,"
something very particular came up on my mind, and a master from the Shaolin Temple once told me a story that I would like to share with you.
A man was living close to a mountain, and every day he was thinking:
How would it be to climb that mountain and what would I see on the peak?
So finally, the day came, and the man went on the journey.
Arriving at the foot of the mountain, he met the first traveler.
So he asked, "How did you get up the mountain, and what did you see from the top?"
And so the traveler shared his path, and also the view that he had.
But then the man was thinking,
"The way that this traveler described to me sounds very exhausting.
I need to find another way to climb."
So he continued to walk on the foot of the mountain until he met the next traveler.
So once again he asked, "How did you climb up that mountain, and what did you see from the top?"
And so again the traveler shared his story.
Still not being determined on which direction and which way to go, the man asked 30 more people, 30 more travelers.
When he finished talking to all of them, he finally made up his mind.
"Now that so many people already shared with me their paths and especially what they all saw from the top, I don't need to climb there anymore."
It is very unfortunate this man never went on the journey.
Now, to conclude this story, firstly, each individual needs to find the most suitable way to climb that mountain.
But secondly, there is information possible to be shared with words, but it is impossible to share the experience of clarity when you are standing on that peak by yourself.
To invest the right effort in climbing that peak,
it's very much what all the Buddhist practices, the Shaolin training, or any spiritual practice is about.
Clarity means you see more clear. When you see more clear, interrelations become more apparent.
When you see more clear, there is no need to believe anyone or believe anything. Seeing clear means you can distinguish for yourself which is the proper direction to take and which decisions do I have to make in order to make my goals or aspirations start to shape?
Now, at today's talk, you will have the chance to become inspired by quite a lot of different travelers.
But in this particular talk, I can't, and I won't tell you which way to go.
It's just that along your personal journey, you will encounter challenges.
Those challenges will either prevent you, or some of them even stop you, from moving on and climbing that mountain.
In the Shaolin Temple, we refer to them as "the five hindrances."
The 5 hindrances are describing different states of the mind.
In those states of the mind, it becomes very hard to see clearly and therefore engage in the right decisions.
1. The first hindrance is called "sensual desire." Sensual desire arises in the moment when you are paying attention to something that is giving you a positive emotion.
This positive emotion can originate from five gates of your body: Seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting, or feeling.
So in your mind, you climb up that mountain.
After one mile of walking, you discover a beautiful restaurant surrounded by beautiful people. You smell delicious food and the great variety of beverages.
When you follow that temptation, you have already lost your track. When this temptation becomes so strong that you don't want to leave that place anymore, then the sensual desire has turned into an obsession.
In both cases, remaining at that place means that you can't get clarity.
2. The second hindrance, "ill-will," describes the state of the mind that arises from negative emotions.
In that state of the mind, you have an aversion, a rejection, or simply a dislike against either an object, a situation, or can be even a person.
To simplify, it means: You are climbing the mountain, and it starts to rain, but you don't like rain.
You discover the roads are bumpy, but you don't like bumpy roads. In order to cross the river, you need to swim, but you don’t like swimming. Whatever it is that you dislike, it won’t make it a pleasant journey unless you learn to let go of this ill-will. It’s more likely even that you won't continue that journey.
3. The third hindrance originally translated as "sloth and torpor."
"Sloth" means it’s the heaviness of the body.
"Torpor" means it’s the dullness of the mind.
It is characterized by sleepiness, non-motivation, lack of energy, and oftentimes can manifest itself in a state of depression.
Now, a simile used in Buddhism describes it as "imprisonment."
You find yourself locked in a cell.
It becomes very hard to make any type of mental or physical effort.
So in order to continue your path, there is only one option left.
You need to find a way to get out from that hole, from that cell.
4. Now, the fourth hindrance is called "restlessness."
It is the state of an unsettled mind.
"Unsettle mind" means your mind cannot settle.
(Laughter) Settle where?
Settle in the present moment.
An unsettled mind either is worrying about the future or traveling into the past and rejecting, judging about an event that happened into your past.
A simile used here is the monkey mind, constantly jumping from one branch to another, unable to stay for too long time at the present moment. The problem is there is no time to see clearly anymore.
5. Now, the last of the five hindrances is called "skeptical doubt," and it's very closely related to a state of mind which is based on indecisiveness.
It is very easy in that state of mind getting lost in thoughts.
Can I do this?
Is this the right path?
What will the others say?
What if this? What if that?
The mind cannot synchronize with your own actions anymore.
And the result is that you are getting disconnected with the goals and aspirations that once you have set to yourself.
When the way is filled with too much doubts, more often you will stop instead of moving on.
That we know the 5 hindrances now, what are we going to do about them?
You need to align and structure your life in such a way to prevent those hindrances from arising.
If you are not successful, you need to use techniques in order to remove them. Each of these hindrances is placing the dark cloud on your mind, or on the way of your climb.
Simply remember one thing: Just let it rain.
This is a 4 step method to help you removing those hindrances.
1. The first step is recognize in what state of the mind you are finding yourself in.
[Recognize, Accept, Investigate, Non-Identity]
2. Afterwards, learn to accept, acknowledge, and allow the situation or a person to be the way how it is, to be the way how they are.
3. Investigate your emotional and mental state, and ask questions:
Why did it come up?
What is going to be the consequence if I remain in that state?
4. And ultimately, non-identification means:
It is the practice.
I am not the body.
I am not the mind.
I am not my emotion.
It's just that I can see all these three aspects about me.
All of our lifetimes, all of our lives are too unique to copy the path from someone else.
To bring meaning to your life, to bring value into your life, you need to learn and master yourself, and don't let the hindrances stop you.
If any of you chooses to climb that path to clarity, I would be very happy to meet you at the peak
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dreamersleeps · 3 years
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Helloo! I really liked your last post on Endeavor being Ra and all of your posts about myths. It reminded me of something someone told me once. They said that myths are intriguing since they teach us lessons. The gods act no different than us. They make mistakes and these things are told through stories. One of the things they told me was how underworld myths usually mean to accept the past. Your post makes think that it represents Endeavor accepting the past and then being born again.
Hello hello, I am really happy to know that you really liked the Endeavor and Ra post, including my other ones! Thank you for sending in your comments, they’re very interesting. Before anything else, I’d like to apologize for responding so late. I took some extra time to think about how I wanted to reply to your comments. This post ended up becoming super long as well (mostly because of the images). 
As you state, I love reading through myths and stories because the majority of them contain lessons for us. You are right when you state that the gods act no different than us, and because of that they make mistakes. Although the numbers who worship and take part in some of these polytheistic religions have greatly diminished over the course of history, in the present time we like to explore these stories and continue to be influenced by them. It is because of their human mistakes that sometimes we even relate to these gods and goddesses. These stories capture our imagination and I’m sure plenty of us have once had daydreams of being a demigod or another mythical figure/creature. 
I do think that the High End vs Endeavor fight was a pivotal moment where Endeavor confronts himself, begins to face the past, and is thus “born again.” The depiction of Hawks and Endeavor’s quirks combined together, of flaming wings had a phoenix like imagery to it. 
Although Endeavor is “born again” it of course does not mean that he is free from all the horrible things he did to his family. It does not mean a new, fresh start. I think that him being “born again” here represents symbolically that he has made an internal change of mind, accepting a different perspective (although to what extent is up for debate). Phoenixes do not d/ie and resurrect once. Similar to how the sun rises and sets everyday, the phoenix lives a cyclical life of d/eath and rebirth. 
I did not know that underworld myths can be tied with accepting the past. If that is true than it definitely does relate back to some of the things I was talking about in my Ra post. So yes, the High End vs Endeavor fight was a very important moment for Endeavor. In a sense, he is “born again” but not with the fresh start it suggests. If he has begun to accept the past what does this mean and how might the next step look like? 
As readers, we all bring very different past experiences and beliefs to the table, and that���s the thing about life. We all think differently. The majority of people have valid reasons as to why they think they do, however I am very much against all the attacking, insulting and discourse that have emerged over Endeavor’s character. 
Personally, on the topic of redemption: I believe that Endeavor will most likely not be redeemed. This is something that he too also believes. However at the same time while we may have opinions, the question of redemption is not for us to really answer. We are mere observers. 
I’ve wanted to do a close read of a certain group of chapters during the Internship Arc for a while. Of course if you don’t agree with what I have to say here or are not interested, than that’s fine. This “analysis” is not written in defense of Endeavor but to take a closer look at how Horikoshi’s been developing and writing him. If anything, please take any excitement you may detect in my writing as my love for “analyzing” and sharing my thoughts.
Chapters 249 through 252 are important chapters after the High End vs Endeavor fight that delve further in to his thoughts and his family’s thoughts as well. You can do a close reading of many of the pages in these chapters but I will only focus on some of Endeavor’s own inner thoughts. 
Unfortunately, since I can not read the raw Japanese text, I’m building everything on top of the “official” English translations so please keep that in mind. If the nuances in the translations are off or lost in translation, then my interpretations may be “wrong.” (Btw, I’m only like 95% sure that the panels I’m using below are all from the official English translation). 
Let’s begin. The two panels below are from Chapter 249 titled “The Hellish Todoroki Family.”
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“I’m trying to make amends... going forward.” The “going forward’ definitely suggests that there was some sort of turning point either during the High End fight or shortly after. The definition of amends in the dictionary is:
reparation for compensation for a loss, damage, or injury of any kind
“It might be too late... but I fall asleep every night thinking about... what I can do for my family.” Endeavor expresses that he falls asleep every night thinking about what he can do for his family. We can only take him for his word but keep in mind that these are his inner thoughts. He isn’t talking to anyone but to himself. I acknowledges that it may be too late for him to do anything, all the damage he’s caused. Despite realizing that there’s a good chance that there’s nothing he can do to amend anything, he still thinks about it.
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“Lately, it’s been the same dream. The wife and kids, looking happy... at the dinner table. But I’m... never there with them.” Here he states that he’s been dreaming the same dream. This means that it’s been heavy on his mind. In his dream, his family is happy and he is not there with them. Perhaps he believes that their happiness can only become a reality if he is taken out of the picture. 
Now let’s jump to Chapter 252, titled “The Unforgiven.” These panels occur after Natsuo is kidnapped by Ending, and he is rescued by the teamwork of Bakugo, Midoriya and Shouto after Endeavor hesitates and fails to do so. 
Endeavor had his flames on while they’re after Ending but he gets rid of them right before or when he catches Natsuo and Bakugo. So Endeavor usually has his flames on and that’s how we saw him depicted until around the High End fight and onwards, where we see him more without his flames. 
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(This has nothing to do with the analysis but this has to be one of my favorite interactions between Endeavor and Bakugo. He does not hesitate to make comments and remarks... hahaha, gets me every time.) 
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“Natsuo. Believe it or not... I was never trying to neglect any of you.” Well first of all, Endeavor saying that he was never trying to neglect any of his children is a big slap in the face and to be honest I’m appalled that he states that. Ultimately, it may be absolutely one hundred percent true that he means what he states, however whatever his thoughts may have been, Endeavor neglected them. Period.
Let’s look at Endeavor’s body language. His eyes are cast towards the ground as he can not meet Natsuo’s eyes when he gives his “confession” and it looks like his upper body is bowing towards Natsuo. 
Just in general based on what I’ve read and from my own experiences, bowing is practiced for the purposes of respect, courtesy or apology. Typically it is the younger person who bows to the older person or someone from a “lower” position bowing to someone from a “higher” position. Part of Natsuo’s expression of surprise in the left most panel probably has to do with both the words that are coming out of his father’s mouth and the fact that Endeavor is bowing his head down towards him. 
“But... all I could do was blame others and dodge responsibility. WIth Toya too... I might as well have killed him myself!” Here he admits that for a while he’d place the blame on others and dodge responsibility, including with what happaned to Touya. He admits that he may as well have killed Touya himself. Personally when I first was reading this, it was actually very interesting to see Endeavor confess these things. Isn’t it kind of surprising to see that he’s admitting to all this instead of continuing to be a character who ignores and refuses to recognize faults and consequences of his actions? Or is it just me. 
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Natsuo responds with “Didn’t neglect us...? So what...? Toya has always told me everything. It’ll be a cold day in hell... before I forgive you. Cuz I’m not as caring as Shouto.” Natsuo states that “it’ll be a cold day in hell” before he forgives Endeavor. A “cold day in hell” is an idiom meaning: the time of occurrence of an event that will never happen. It looks like he’s kind of smiling probably at how absurd his father’s confession sounds and his eyes are tearing up, a reaction to his sudden confession. He brings up Touya and the estranged state that their family had been living since for possibly as long as he could remember. 
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“Even so... Even so... you keep showing up for Fuyumi right? And for your mom’s sake?” Here Endeavor’s addressing Natsuo’s statement claiming that he’s “not as caring as Shouto.” Forgiveness is one of those things we are told that we need to do at some point and if we don’t, that it says something about our character. The one who forgives is the one who has had wrong done to and it takes a lot for someone to give forgiveness after all that has been done. So here, Natsuo says that he can not forgive Endeavor because he is not as caring as Shouto but I feel like there’s also a part of Natsuo that feels like he could be a bad person if he can not forgive. 
Endeavor’s response is to tell him that despite what Natsuo thinks of himself, the fact that Natsuo continues to show up and try to do things that he doesn’t want to do because he cares about Fuyumi and his mother speaks otherwise. Notice the faded background in this panel as well. Btw, here we can see that Endeavor is indeed kneeling in front of Natsuo. They both are sitting on the ground, together, close to eye level but not quite. 
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“Your sister loves the idea of being a big happy family... because... that’s exactly what I ruined. She wants that back... she’s so eager to fix everything. And that’s why YOU’RE trying at all. Because you care about how she feels right...?” Each of the Todorokis have different feelings and perspectives about Endeavor. For example, Fuyumi wants to be a “big happy family” which Endeavor acknowledges and claims responsibility for ruining. Even though Natsuo may not want what Fuyumi hopes for, he still comes to visit home despite if Endeavor is there because he cares about his sister. 
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“Because you ARE caring. So...” Endeavor states that Natsuo is a caring person. He’s been watching what Natsuo will do for Fuyumi and his mother because of how much he cares about them. Another thing that stands out to me in the English translation is that Endeavor says, “Because you are caring” not just “You are caring.”
Shout out to the guy in the car (o_o)
“You’re getting yourself to be able to forgive him. Because you’re so caring.” In response to Endeavor’s counter that, no Natsuo IS caring, Natsuo responds to this by thinking back to Midoriya’s earlier conversation with Shouto when they were cleaning up the dishes after dinner. Midoriya is someone who does not know about the Todoroki family situation as much as we may but he knows Shouto: his classmate and friend. However, we see that Natsuo overheard those words and I think it made him feel like he wasn’t a good person because he feels like he does not want to or can forgive.
We get a closer angle and view of Natsuo and Endeavor sitting on the ground. Again, the fact that Endeavor is kneeling may be why the guy in the car has the expression they have. So I kind of went looking around to see what the way Endeavor is sitting is called and I think the closest would be the seiza pose. 
Seiza, is the formal way of sitting down based on ancient Japanese standards. In Japanese, Seiza is very aptly translates to “sitting with a correct posture.” In a historical context, the correct posture is defined to have neatly-folded legs and an erect spine. One’s feet must be neatly tucked in place, underneath the body. 
The Japanese consider Seiza with only the highest of regards, as it represents two important values in Japanese culture: courtesy and apology. They believe that Seiza is an essential tool to channel those specific values. 
Another important representation that Seiza upholds in Japanese culture is that it serves as a symbol of apology. Someone who wishes to ask for an apology may place his or her hands in front, with the head lowered down. This form of apology is referred to as “dogeza.” This serves as a position of submission, having one accept his or her mistakes (yabai). 
The picture below is depicting someone in the seiza pose, apologizing. 
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This ties in to how Endeavor and the Todorokis live more “traditionally” compared to other characters. We’ve seen the traditional Todoroki house and Shouto’s dorm room at UA as well. Earlier, we saw Endeavor with his head bowed towards Natsuo and here he is no longer bowing but he is still in the seiza pose: a symbol of courtesy and apology. It’s a physical sign of sincerity and humility. 
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This is how Endeavor is apologizing, even if it is not as direct as some of us would like it to be. And Endeavor tells Natsuo: 
“You don’t have to forgive me.” Endeavor tells Natsuo that he has no obligation to forgive him, even when he is his father. What a way to say it though. “Because you ARE caring. So, you don’t have to forgive me.” It was kind of confusing for me when I first read this chapter. Currently, the only way I can read this is that (1) Endeavor realizes to a certain extent of the hurt and pain that he caused his family and (2) it is because of what Natsuo experienced as a Todoroki and what happened to his brothers, sister and mother that he can not bring himself to forgive his father. He hurts for his family because he cares about them. “You don’t have to forgive me.” 
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We get three panels with Shouto, Bakugo and Midoriya listening in on to this conversation. Notice the white, empty backgrounds in all four panels. Usually this is done to highlight a moment that has gravity and weight. This is them processing what has just been said. The bustling city highway and life fades away and we are left with this moment where time feels like its paused. 
Then Endeavor speaks again: “I’m not looking for forgiveness. Just atonement.” We see Endeavor’s left eye, the side of the face that has been scarred after the High End fight. His right eye, the part of his face that has remained unchanged is hidden behind the speech bubble with the words, “Just atonement.” 
Seeing as how Horikoshi likes to intentionally place speech bubbles to hint at something from time to time, I’m wondering what this particular placement might mean. I will touch on this later again, but Endeavor has a habit of hiding and standing off to the side when it comes to his family and past. Additionally, this is the first time we’re looking at Endeavor’s face from the front and not from the side during this conversation with Natsuo (excluding the panel from the first page from this chapter when he’s holding Natuso and Bakugo before the conversation begins). 
What is atonement? According to the first definition that comes up on Google: 
reparation for a wrong or injury
In general religious contexts, it is: 
reparation or expiation for sin 
In Christian theology, it is: 
the reconciliation of God and humankind through Jesus Christ
So in religious contexts: to receive forgiveness there must be a sacrifice which “atones” for the sin (tastethehoney).
Basically, what I’m trying to point out with the latter two definitions is that this word is often used in religious contexts. I’m assuming that Endeavor is the one referred to as the “The Unforgiven” in the title of this chapter and I think that it’s very interesting that Endeavor’s fire quirk is called “hellflame,” which I’m pretty sure that I can safely say is in reference to the Judeo-Christian/Western concept of hell. 
(Forgive my choice of using a simplified statement here but for the purposes of getting a point across...) They say that those who are not forgiven burn in hell.
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“Wow. You got a real way with words... all of a sudden! I know how happy it makes sis, having us all together! But... when I see your face... Those memories come rushing back.” Natsuo’s reply comes from Endeavor’s sudden display of apologizing. And as Natsuo correctly points out, they’re still just words. Words do not mean anything unless actions come with them. He mentions how hard it is for him because the “memories come rushing back.” Even though the life they live now is different from the past, the past keeps coming back. 
“Why do I gotta be the one to come around? Atonement? How’re YOU gonna make that happen?” Again, when someone apologizes or is looking for forgiveness, the person who was wronged or hurt has to come to a certain place to forgive. As we’ve already established, Endeavor is not looking to be forgiven. So this could be Natsuo’s reply to Endeavor’s claims that he wants to change and be better, because it still kind of requires the other party to “come around” as well. Here Natsuo also asks about atonement. Endeavor can not turn back time and do things differently, what’s done has been done. So, how can Endeavor atone, and what will it look like? 
Let’s skip a couple pages to when Endeavor and Natsuo arrive home. 
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“I’ve let you shoulder all of that. . . and I stood by while you worked hard. But it’s okay now.” This is referring to how Fuyumi has been planning on welcoming her mother back home. Endeavor states that he’s been standing off to the side, perhaps there is a note of apology as he talks about how Fuyumi’s been working hard by herself. Then he states, that “it’s all okay now.” 
“It’s always the same dream. My whole family’s there, but not me.” So, Endeavor’s thinking back to his dreams of his family’s happiness. He believes that they can only be happy if he’s not there. 
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“Because I’m building a new house for you all. One that makes sense for your commutes. And one where you can give your mother a warm welcome back.” He states that he’s building them a new house. One where they can welcome their mother back. This is Endeavor’s idea of what “atonement” might begin to look like 
“If I really care how they feel...” He wants to respect their feelings, and not do something because HE wants to. 
“I’ll remain here.” It seems that Endeavor believes that one way he can “atone” for his family is to remove himself physically from their lives. 
Through this post, am I claiming that Endeavor will be redeemed? No. However, let’s look at what redemption means. According to the first two definitions that comes up on Google, it is: 
the action of saving or being saved from sin, error or evil
or
the action of regaining or gaining possession of something in exchange for payment or clearing a debt. 
There really is not a way Endeavor can “pay the debt” for all the hurt and pain he’s caused. 
So that was a lot but I’m going to point out some things here. Yes, Endeavor is in a position where he is acknowledging the past, and he seems to have begun taking more responsibility for it. He states that he is not looking for forgiveness and is only looking for atonement. However, similar to how he neglected his family because he was running away from the blame and did not want to accept the responsibility due to his actions, he is still in a way running away from it. His idea of “atoning” includes removing himself physically from his family’s lives, partially because he wants to be considerate of his family’s feelings and partially because he believes that they can only be happy if he’s not there. He could be right, but I disagree. 
As many others have stated before, it seems that part of the answer to atonement lies with Todoroki Touya. As I suggest in the Ra post, there were two outcomes of the High End vs Endeavor fight: 1) Endeavor, the public hero establishing himself as the Number One Hero and 2) Todoroki Enji as a father beginning to accept the past and its responsibilities (again, although to what extent is debatable). 
The fight concludes with Endeavor’s first official meeting with his son, Touya as Dabi. To accept and address the past and its responsibilities, Endeavor’s been taking a passive approach to “atone” partly because he’s kind of treating the past as only the past. 
In Chapter 290, titled “Dabi’s Dance,” where we get the Touya reveal, Dabi finally is able to call Endeavor out: "You were finally number one! It’s all you ever wanted! But it must’ve weighted on you, right?! Or was all the praise and admiration like chicken soup for your soul?! When at long last, you could stare your kids in the eye... didja finally start to feel the warm and fuzzy bonds of family?! You must’ve thought, ‘As long as I face the future, I can be better!’ I can tell you’re at a loss for words, so here’s the answer!” 
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Being Touya, Dabi’s existence brings the past right back to the present. Endeavor can not keep responding in a passive way, dodging the past even if it weighs heavy on his mind and heart. 
I suppose this is where the real test of atonement begins. 
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Hi, I kind of have some questions that I’m curious about. Let’s say ML is getting a reboot and you were a writer hired for the show. 1. What would you change? And which episodes would you remove? 2.How would you have written Luka into season 1? 3. How would have made the interactions between Luka and Marinette work? 4. How would you write Lukanette to be endgame?
I feel like this is an essay question on a final exam! 😆 I’m going to have to be general by necessity here or I’d be writing several pages of thesis for weeks. (edit: and even so it is super long and wordy, so just imagine how bad it could have been) 
1. What would I change?
Honestly, I don’t think I would change a lot of the basic premise. I like the show and I like the characters as a whole, but I would definitely tweak a few things in the storytelling approach. 
a) I would remove some of the restrictions they’ve placed on themselves, such as their commitment to each episode being as stand alone as possible. It’s possible to have continuity and still have an episode format where young kids can jump in at any point and understand what’s going on. You can have character growth and consistent timelines without making it so that anyone who misses an episode is lost, and you can have the occasional two-parter episode if you have a heavy point to make. If this ultimately ends up shifting the target audience a little older, then so be it, although I don’t think it’s especially necessary. I feel like one of the show’s big problems is that they’re trying to tell a story that’s outgrown their framework, and it’s something that should have been planned for from the beginning.
b) I would rework their ‘forumula’ of having Marinette make a mistake and then learn from it. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with the idea of ‘each episode should teach a lesson’ but they’re not committed enough to it, and it’s a mistake to think that just because Marinette is the protagonist, she has to be the one making all the mistakes and learning all the lessons. As a result we end up with Marinette suffering for no good reason and apologizing in situations where she did nothing wrong, and the ‘lesson’ she was meant to learn ends up muddled and confusing. It’s okay if not every episode has a lesson. As a parent I don’t ask that every single moment of my children’s entertainment be educational, just that it not be actively harmful, and the current presentation often is thanks to their determination to blame Marinette and the confusing messaging that results. So, follow through with that lesson formula most of the time, but let the appropriate character learn a lesson, and address it more clearly. 
Gamer 2.0 is a perfect example. The worst thing Marinette did was disregard Max’s feelings about the tournament so that she could play with Adrien, and they could have acknowledged that while also having Max learn the lesson that sometimes you have to learn to lose gracefully, and that just because effort isn’t rewarded the way you wanted it to be, it doesn’t mean it was without value. Or Reflekdoll; both Juleka and Alya had lessons to learn about communicating clearly and paying attention to other people’s feelings respectively. 
c) Expanding from that, I’d have the narrative hold people accountable more equitably across the board. A good 90% of my frustration with Adrien/Chat Noir is that the narrative never holds him accountable for his actions (I’m excluding NY here because I have a whole other essay’s worth of Stuff to say on that, but yes, I will acknowledge that it was at least a minimal step forward towards holding him accountable). What I mean by that is, there is never any doubt that Chloe is behaving badly. There is never any doubt that Lila is not a good person. The narrative makes it clear through their presentations, the other characters’ reactions to them, and the consequences of their actions, that the way they behave is not okay.
Likewise, the narrative never fails to condemn Marinette for her mistakes, often through ridicule and humiliation and sometimes by consequences far out of proportion of her actual mistakes. 
Adrien/Chat is never on the receiving end of that. None of the things he does that we’re all so salty about are ever that bad, certainly no worse than many other characters. However, he’s never held to account for it. There’s never any apology, and rarely any consequences. Copycat is maybe the closest episode to holding Chat accountable, but even so there’s no acknowledgement or apology required for Chat himself. Because, as per point b above, Marinette is the one who makes mistakes and learns lessons and so it’s her mistakes that we focus on. I was utterly shocked in Frozer when he leaned forward and told her to use her lucky charm instead of saying “hey, sorry I ran off and left you to face the villain alone, which might have gotten you seriously hurt if I hadn’t happened along in the nick of time.” It wasn’t fair of him to be upset with Ladybug in Siren when she agreed to do what she could to get Fu to fill him in (and followed through) but there was no apology for that either. He was right to be upset but he was mad at the wrong person, and at the end of the day he got what he wanted without actually having to admit that he did anything wrong or unfair, and that’s frustrating. Glaciator came close, when he graciously accepted Ladybug’s rejection, but there was no change after that to drive it home (and he wasn’t held accountable for lying to his friends to ditch their ice cream plan either). Again, none of these things individually make him a bad person or a horrible character, but it’s grating to see him constantly let off the hook, usually with Marinette having to take responsibility instead.
Not only Chat, but Alya as well, and we’ve actually seen Nino do some apologizing so that’s a positive start. Get past the idea that Marinette is the only one who can make mistakes and learn a lesson; the kids will learn it just as well from someone else. Go watch some 80′s cartoons, geeze, they were masters of the morality-based narrative. 
Let us see Chat (and others) apologize and then (per point a) improve his behavior, maybe getting upset and caught up in his feelings again but this time recognizing that they have a job to do first. Let everybody grow, instead of pounding on Marinette again and again and again. 
d) More time with the side characters. I don’t know how I’d manage it tbh, half an hour is not a lot of time, but I would love to see more of the friendships and especially the art club. Perhaps if the show were less focused on making Marinette the lesson of every episode, there would be more time for the other characters to grow and learn and be explored.
Which episodes would you remove?
I don’t think there are any episodes that I would remove...maybe Party Crasher because that episode was just...weird...but I did like the friendship aspect of it (this is one of those ones where their formula gets muddy and confusing, because...”don’t tell lies and make crappy excuses to your friends” is really what we were supposed to get from that? So, I don’t know if that episode was salvageable. Almost all the other episodes that really give me cringe (hello, Puppeteer 2) contained important moments that could have been delivered in a less upsetting matter if the points above were addressed. Stormy Weather 2 was pretty pointless, but it wouldn’t have been if there had been any actual continuity for a clip show to catch you up on. (while we were chatting today @verfound made a great point though about how Puppeteer 2 could have been used as a clip show as they walked through the wax museum, and I had to agree that would have been much more effective).
2.How would you have written Luka into season 1?
I honestly don’t think I would have? I think he came in at right about the right time. I would have maybe given him a cameo in Reflekta just to set up Captain Hardrock a little more, but other than that, I don’t think it was time for him to come on the scene yet.
3. How would have made the interactions between Luka and Marinette work?
I actually really like how things are now. I would like to see Marinette be more direct and honest with him. Right now, Luka consistently arranges everything so that she never has to admit anything she isn’t ready for. He addresses her feelings without her ever having to bring them up, admit to them, or voice them on her own, and while that’s very kind and I feel like both Luka’s perceptiveness and his kindness and desire to make her comfortable are very central to his character, I would like Marinette tp at some point acknowledge his feelings and her own to his face. Right now their relationship has a level of honesty that I feel like is lacking in most of the others, but it’s mainly due to Luka’s perceptiveness and willingness to be honest himself than it does with anything Marinette’s done, so I’d like to see her exhibit a little more agency there. 
4. How would you write Lukanette to be endgame?
Ooof...I mean, I feel like I addressed some possibilities for that in Finding Harmony and in Second Chance. Marinette has to get over her feelings for Adrien, either by recognizing that she’s just ready to let go (Finding Harmony), dating him and letting the relationship come to a natural end (Second Chance), or confessing her feelings to him and being rejected so that she can get through the heartbreak and move on. The push-and-pull situation the show has her in right now was sustainable for a while, and for seasons one and two it felt like there was some growth there so her constant flailing didn’t seem totally useless. It seemed like she was getting closer to telling him, like she was getting more comfortable with him over time, like there was still the possibility of him liking her back. Up through Despair Bear I was on board with the Adrien is oblivious/in denial of his feelings theory and all was well. 
But as he continued to choose Kagami over Marinette over and over then Marinette’s flailing began to be more pathetic and hopeless, and I became less willing to believe that Adrien had any real feelings for Marinette beyond friendship, and that’s where the ‘Whatever chance there was, I think I missed it’ conversation in Finding Harmony came from. There was a moment where maybe if she had been able to confess they could have been something, but she didn’t, and the moment has passed and now she has to move on.
So yeah, to me there has to be a breaking point of some kind that gives Marinette that push to start making an effort to get over her feelings (Puppeteer 2 would have been the perfect place for it, and I think it was after that episode that I actually started writing Finding Harmony). She’d have to put in effort, it would be hard, and she would do everything she was attempting to do in the NY special and more, and it would take time and support and it would hurt. There’d be Lukanette comfort and support just like there has been up until now, but they wouldn’t date until Marinette reached a point where she really felt free. 
Second Chance was more along the lines of what I expected to actually happen, in that Marinette and Adrien would get together for a while, and then post series there would be a breakup and a reunion with Luka where they rekindle their feelings. 
I haven’t written a fic where Marinette confesses and is rejected because I just don’t want to deal in that kind of pain. But, Miracle Queen is honestly an acceptable substitute, where she sees Adrien’s budding relationship with someone else and resigns herself to it and commits to moving on. I just would want season 4 to pick up at that point, and move her through that difficult time of trying to break all those old habits, trying to find a way to be his friend without indulging in ways that are unhealthy for her (like long tight hugs and sniffing his cologne). I don’t think rushing straight into another relationship is a healthy answer for either Marinette or Luka. This is something Marinette has to work through, and Luka can support her, but she has to do the work herself. 
So that’s my off-the-cuff, didn’t study, winging it exam answer. Hope it satisfies some of your curiosity!
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Fifty (50)Toxic People Quotes To Help You Develop Boundaries .
If you’ve recognized you need to set limits with people in your life, these toxic people quotes will help you do just that.
We all have toxic people in our lives who can’t be avoided. It could be a friend, family member, or a coworker whom you just can’t stand.
Their toxicity manifests in a lot of different ways. Maybe they are full of interpersonal issues, are needy and disrespectful, or maybe they try to manipulate and control you, and are extremely critical of themselves and other people. Whatever the case, dealing with toxic people isn’t easy.
If you are often made uncomfortable by how those around you treat you, maybe it’s time to set and maintain personal boundaries. Clear boundaries that will help ensure your relationships are mutually respectful, supportive and caring. You deserve to be treated well.
It’s time to establish boundaries in your life for negative people, and these toxic people quotes are the necessary first step. They will inspire you to set the limits for acceptable behavior from those around you and help you avoid getting too close to people who don’t have your best interests at heart.
Toxic people can only upset you if you let them upset you. Recognize and distance yourself from their behavior. And when interacting with them, focus on the positive.
Below is our collection of inspirational, wise, and thoughtful, toxic people quotes, toxic people sayings, and toxic people proverbs, collected from a variety of sources over the years.
Toxic People Quotes To Help You Develop Boundaries
1.) “If it comes, let it come. If it goes, it’s ok, let it go. Let things come and go. Stay calm, don’t let anything disturb your peace, and carry on.” ― Germany Kent
2,) “It’s amazing how quickly things can turn around when you remove toxic people from your life.” — Robert Tew
3.) “You create more space in your life when you turn your excess baggage to garbage.” ― Chinonye J. Chidolue
4.) “Pay no attention to toxic words. What people say is often a reflection of themselves, not you.” ― Christian Baloga
5.) “Letting go of toxic people in your life is a big step in loving yourself.” – Hussein Nishah
6.) “Don’t let toxic people infect you with the fearof giving and receiving one of the most powerful forces in this world… LOVE!”― Yvonne Pierre
7.) “Don’t let negative and toxic people rent space in your head. Raise the rent and kick them out.” — Robert Tew
8.) “You lift your spirits by moving away from what upsets you. If the stove is hot, you can’t ask how to touch it but be happy about it.” ― Queen Tourmaline
9.) “If a person finds negative people in his life, then he needs to mend his own nature than that of others, for his own basic grounding decides the level of acidic or toxicity surrounding him.” — Anuj Somany
10.) “Toxic people will pollute everything around them. Don’t hesitate. Fumigate.” ― Mandy Hale
Toxic people quotes to inspire healthy self-respect
11.) “There’s folks you just don’t need. You’re better off without em. Your life is just a little better because they ain’t in it.” ― William Gay
12.) “There are people who break you down by just being them. They need not do anything. Dissociate” ― Malebo Sephodi
13.) “Every day you must unlearn the ways that hold you back. You must rid yourself of negativity, so you can learn to fly.” — Leon Brown
14.) “We all have those toxic people around us that make our lives miserable… The day we take them out from our lives, we will all become better people; including them…” ― Rodolfo Peon
15.) “Letting go doesn’t mean that you don’t care about someone anymore. It’s just realizing that the only person you really have control over is yourself.” — Deborah Reber
16.) “How you choose to feel today should not be dependent on others.” ― Anthon St. Maarten
17.) “May you reach that level within, where you no longer allow your past or people with toxic intentions to negatively affect or condition you.” ― Lalah Delia
18.) “Surround yourself with positive people who believe in your dreams, encourage your ideas, support your ambitions, and bring out the best in you.” — Roy Bennett
19.) “Let negative people live their negative lives with their negative minds.”― Moosa Rahat
20.) “Toxic people attach themselves like cinder blocks tied to your ankles, and then invite you for a swim in their poisoned waters.” ― John Mark Green
Quotes about toxic friends, family and relationships
21.) “As you remove toxic people from your life, you free up space and emotional energy for positive, healthy relationships.” ― John Mark Green
22.) “I have found the best way to deal with a toxic person is to not respond in any other way than monotone voice and a businesslike manner.” ― Jen Grice
23.) “Weeding out the harmful influences should become the norm not the exception.” ― Carlos Wallace
24.) “You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy. So let them go, let go of them. I tie no weights to my ankles.” — C. JoyBell C.
25.) “We teach people how to treat us.” – Dr. Phil
26.) “Sometimes it’s better to end something & try to start something new than imprison yourself in hoping for the impossible.” – Karen Salmansohn
27.) “People appear like angels until you hear them speak. You must not rush to judge people by the color of their cloaks, but by the content of their words!” ― Israelmore Ayivor
28.) “Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too can become great.” — Mark Twain
29.) “Look around you at the people you spend the most time with and realize that your life can’t rise any higher than your friendships.” ― Mandy Hale
30.) “Stop letting people who do so little for you control so much of your mind, feelings, and emotions.” — Will Smith
Toxic people quotes to help you set and maintain boundaries
31.) “When people pressure you to engage in negative decisions and actions, look at them boldly in the eyes and dare them to do good.” ― Edmond Mbiaka
32.) “Don’t ever stop believing in your own transformation. It is still happening even on days you may not realize it or feel like it.” ― Lalah Delia
33.) “Letting go means to come to the realization that some people are a part of your history, but not a part of your destiny.” — Dr. Steve Maraboli
34.) “If a negative viewer looks at you with an ugly fiendish eye, find a way and pluck off his eyes, or better still, protect your good image.” ― Michael Bassey Johnson
35.) “People inspire you, or they drain you. Pick them wisely.” — Hans F. Hasen
36.) “Save your skin from the corrosive acids from the mouths of toxic people. Someone who just helped you to speak evil about another person can later help another person to speak evil about you.” ― Israelmore Ayivor
37.) “I will not allow anyone to walk in my mind with dirty feet.” – Mahatma Gandhi
38.) “Some people are in such utter darkness that they will burn you just to see a light. Try not to take it personally.” ― Kamand Kojouri
39.) “We do not have to be mental health professionals to identify the traits of the possible sociopaths among us.” ― P.A. Speers
40.) “These are the attributes of Bullshit people; they will…blur your imagination, take your endowments for a piece of debris, make you ridiculous, and most importantly, you got to send them to the recycle bin.” ― Michael Bassey Johnson
Toxic people quotes to help you deal with negativity
41.) “Don’t let people get the best of you they can say what they want but don’t let that distract you from achieving your goals.” ― Alcurtis Turner
42.) “Until you let go of all the toxic people in your life you will never be able to grow into your fullest potential. Let them go so you can grow.” – DLQ
43.) “The friends who would forsake you for choosing to live a positive life, would also leave you if you find yourself going through some painful consequences due to some negative decisions and actions.” ― Edmond Mbiaka
44.) “You cannot expect to live a positive life if you hang with negative people.” — Joel Osteen
45.) “We don’t get to choose our family, but we can choose our friends. With courage, we can weed out narcissistic people. We can focus on those who do appreciate us, love us, and treat us with respect.” ― Dana Arcuri
46.) “If they do it often, it isn’t a mistake; it’s just their behavior.” — Dr. Steve Maraboli
47.) “My encouragement: delete the energy vampires from your life, clean out all complexity, build a team around you that frees you to fly, remove anything toxic, and cherish simplicity. Because that’s where genius lives.” — Robin S. Sharma
48.) “Someone who smiles too much with you can sometime frown too much with you at your back.” ― Michael Bassey Johnson
49.) “It is really exhausting to live in a dictatorship of ‘Me’, which is basically a tyranny of others.” ― Stefan Molyneux
50.) “Let go of negative people. They only show up to share complaints, problems, disastrous stories, fear, and judgment on others. If somebody is looking for a bin to throw all their trash into, make sure it’s not in your mind.” – Dalai Lama
Which of these toxic people quotes was your favorite?
Sometimes you find yourself with a friend, family member, or a partner who is really difficult to get along with. When you’re around them, you feel degraded or manipulated. Dealing with such people is never easy so you should find ways to tune out the toxicity that can’t be avoided.
Don’t invest too much time or effort with toxic people. They don’t deserve your mental energy. Hopefully, the toxic people quotes above will help you deal with such negative people.
How did you find these toxic people quotes? Do you have any other inspirational quotes to add to the list? Let us know in the comment section below. Also, don’t forget to share with your friends and followers.
If you’ve recognized you need to set limits with people in your life, these toxic people quotes will help you do just that.
We all have toxic people in our lives who can’t be avoided. It could be a friend, family member, or a coworker whom you just can’t stand.
Their toxicity manifests in a lot of different ways. Maybe they are full of interpersonal issues, are needy and disrespectful, or maybe they try to manipulate and control you, and are extremely critical of themselves and other people. Whatever the case, dealing with toxic people isn’t easy.
If you are often made uncomfortable by how those around you treat you, maybe it’s time to set and maintain personal boundaries. Clear boundaries that will help ensure your relationships are mutually respectful, supportive and caring. You deserve to be treated well.
It’s time to establish boundaries in your life for negative people, and these toxic people quotes are the necessary first step. They will inspire you to set the limits for acceptable behavior from those around you and help you avoid getting too close to people who don’t have your best interests at heart.
Toxic people can only upset you if you let them upset you. Recognize and distance yourself from their behavior. And when interacting with them, focus on the positive.
Below is our collection of inspirational, wise, and thoughtful, toxic people quotes, toxic people sayings, and toxic people proverbs, collected from a variety of sources over the years.
Toxic People Quotes To Help You Develop Boundaries
1.) “If it comes, let it come. If it goes, it’s ok, let it go. Let things come and go. Stay calm, don’t let anything disturb your peace, and carry on.” ― Germany Kent
2,) “It’s amazing how quickly things can turn around when you remove toxic people from your life.” — Robert Tew
3.) “You create more space in your life when you turn your excess baggage to garbage.” ― Chinonye J. Chidolue
4.) “Pay no attention to toxic words. What people say is often a reflection of themselves, not you.” ― Christian Baloga
5.) “Letting go of toxic people in your life is a big step in loving yourself.” – Hussein Nishah
6.) “Don’t let toxic people infect you with the fearof giving and receiving one of the most powerful forces in this world… LOVE!”― Yvonne Pierre
7.) “Don’t let negative and toxic people rent space in your head. Raise the rent and kick them out.” — Robert Tew
8.) “You lift your spirits by moving away from what upsets you. If the stove is hot, you can’t ask how to touch it but be happy about it.” ― Queen Tourmaline
9.) “If a person finds negative people in his life, then he needs to mend his own nature than that of others, for his own basic grounding decides the level of acidic or toxicity surrounding him.” — Anuj Somany
10.) “Toxic people will pollute everything around them. Don’t hesitate. Fumigate.” ― Mandy Hale
Toxic people quotes to inspire healthy self-respect
11.) “There’s folks you just don’t need. You’re better off without em. Your life is just a little better because they ain’t in it.” ― William Gay
12.) “There are people who break you down by just being them. They need not do anything. Dissociate” ― Malebo Sephodi
13.) “Every day you must unlearn the ways that hold you back. You must rid yourself of negativity, so you can learn to fly.” — Leon Brown
14.) “We all have those toxic people around us that make our lives miserable… The day we take them out from our lives, we will all become better people; including them…” ― Rodolfo Peon
15.) “Letting go doesn’t mean that you don’t care about someone anymore. It’s just realizing that the only person you really have control over is yourself.” — Deborah Reber
16.) “How you choose to feel today should not be dependent on others.” ― Anthon St. Maarten
17.) “May you reach that level within, where you no longer allow your past or people with toxic intentions to negatively affect or condition you.” ― Lalah Delia
18.) “Surround yourself with positive people who believe in your dreams, encourage your ideas, support your ambitions, and bring out the best in you.” — Roy Bennett
19.) “Let negative people live their negative lives with their negative minds.”― Moosa Rahat
20.) “Toxic people attach themselves like cinder blocks tied to your ankles, and then invite you for a swim in their poisoned waters.” ― John Mark Green
Quotes about toxic friends, family and relationships
21.) “As you remove toxic people from your life, you free up space and emotional energy for positive, healthy relationships.” ― John Mark Green
22.) “I have found the best way to deal with a toxic person is to not respond in any other way than monotone voice and a businesslike manner.” ― Jen Grice
23.) “Weeding out the harmful influences should become the norm not the exception.” ― Carlos Wallace
24.) “You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy. So let them go, let go of them. I tie no weights to my ankles.” — C. JoyBell C.
25.) “We teach people how to treat us.” – Dr. Phil
26.) “Sometimes it’s better to end something & try to start something new than imprison yourself in hoping for the impossible.” – Karen Salmansohn
27.) “People appear like angels until you hear them speak. You must not rush to judge people by the color of their cloaks, but by the content of their words!” ― Israelmore Ayivor
28.) “Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too can become great.” — Mark Twain
29.) “Look around you at the people you spend the most time with and realize that your life can’t rise any higher than your friendships.” ― Mandy Hale
30.) “Stop letting people who do so little for you control so much of your mind, feelings, and emotions.” — Will Smith
Toxic people quotes to help you set and maintain boundaries
31.) “When people pressure you to engage in negative decisions and actions, look at them boldly in the eyes and dare them to do good.” ― Edmond Mbiaka
32.) “Don’t ever stop believing in your own transformation. It is still happening even on days you may not realize it or feel like it.” ― Lalah Delia
33.) “Letting go means to come to the realization that some people are a part of your history, but not a part of your destiny.” — Dr. Steve Maraboli
34.) “If a negative viewer looks at you with an ugly fiendish eye, find a way and pluck off his eyes, or better still, protect your good image.” ― Michael Bassey Johnson
35.) “People inspire you, or they drain you. Pick them wisely.” — Hans F. Hasen
36.) “Save your skin from the corrosive acids from the mouths of toxic people. Someone who just helped you to speak evil about another person can later help another person to speak evil about you.” ― Israelmore Ayivor
37.) “I will not allow anyone to walk in my mind with dirty feet.” – Mahatma Gandhi
38.) “Some people are in such utter darkness that they will burn you just to see a light. Try not to take it personally.” ― Kamand Kojouri
39.) “We do not have to be mental health professionals to identify the traits of the possible sociopaths among us.” ― P.A. Speers
40.) “These are the attributes of Bullshit people; they will…blur your imagination, take your endowments for a piece of debris, make you ridiculous, and most importantly, you got to send them to the recycle bin.” ― Michael Bassey Johnson
Toxic people quotes to help you deal with negativity
41.) “Don’t let people get the best of you they can say what they want but don’t let that distract you from achieving your goals.” ― Alcurtis Turner
42.) “Until you let go of all the toxic people in your life you will never be able to grow into your fullest potential. Let them go so you can grow.” – DLQ
43.) “The friends who would forsake you for choosing to live a positive life, would also leave you if you find yourself going through some painful consequences due to some negative decisions and actions.” ― Edmond Mbiaka
44.) “You cannot expect to live a positive life if you hang with negative people.” — Joel Osteen
45.) “We don’t get to choose our family, but we can choose our friends. With courage, we can weed out narcissistic people. We can focus on those who do appreciate us, love us, and treat us with respect.” ― Dana Arcuri
46.) “If they do it often, it isn’t a mistake; it’s just their behavior.” — Dr. Steve Maraboli
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Here’s my brief analysis on why I think Klaus is the best written character in the TVDTO universe - why he brings such an impact. If you’d like to add anything else, please do! 
First thing I want to say about The Originals is that it answers a big question that all screenwriters focus on when first beginning a story. The question is “What is your story about?” And when I ask that, I don’t mean, tell me the plot of your story. I mean, what is the theme, the meaning - what are you trying to say. For TO it’s: Family is power, Redemption, and The ability to change. Each story should have an A and B plot. A plot is the story and B plot carries the arc. The show builds a structure for itself. I also feel unlike other shows, TO doesn’t drag its story. It ended right at the best time and finished its story. A lot of fans were angry that Klaus died, but I think after the path that his character went through, it was time for him to die. After being the inevitable, the one who was the most indestructible hybrid that ever lived, the one who couldn’t die, the one who couldn’t love, he became the man who finally was able to die and love. And he died for the love of his daughter. 
For what your story is about, most people are wrapped up about the plot, they don’t think about the person going through the plot. They don’t see the change. In order to be successful in your A story, you have to be successful in what your story goes through in general. What is your main character going through, what is their goal?  For Klaus his goal was to be the most powerful by gaining his daughter. Even though he already was. From an outside perspective, everyone already saw him as one who can’t be defeated. He, however, didn't see that. By the end of the story, his goal was to make sure his daughter was saved. The goal began from his daughter and ended with that, but from a different ideology. When writing a story, your story should begin and end the same way - but the goal should be different. If I start my story with a shot of a cross and end the story with that same cross being burned, the story ends in the same way but with different intentions. Within that space, you should be able to figure out what happened in the story that caused that outcome. 
Elijah’s goal was to gain Klaus redemption, and that is what he received. I think their relationship is one of the most important in the show, especially the way they develop as brothers. The way they develop tells us a lot in the cinematography. 
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Here, as you can see, they begin very far apart from each other, but as the seasons go by, they become closer until they are finally able to hold each other to show their love. 
The Originals is a very character driven story. Klaus’ actions initiate another problem, which initiate another problem and so on. Without him, the story doesn’t go on. Everything revolves around who he is and what he does. Klaus’ inner conflict has a good way of being external. What Klaus feels about himself gets addressed through his anger and his actions. One thing about Klaus’ character is that he never used his abuse or his neglect of his father as the reason to justify his evil to other people. It was always because “He’s a hybrid. I can’t be killed.” or “I am Klaus Mikaelson!” People saw his high power because of his status, not because of what he went through. 
When Cami admitted to him that it’s because of his past or because of his siblings, he always denied it and even though we all know that it’s because of that from what we see on screen, Klaus doesn’t see that. He is in heavy denial. I think that’s an important factor to his character because a lot of villains are like “Oh yeah, I’m like this because of you.” They use exposition to justify who they are, while Klaus is trying to run away from his problems and make himself a ruler because if he daggers everyone, then he doesn’t have to face why he’s lonely or why he’s angry.  Klaus’ emotions weren’t just there to just show his character and who he was, but his emotions moved the story forward. His anger or his grief added a scene or created a different plot, which added consequences, and these consequences pushed change in his character or someone else around him.
One detail about Klaus redemption I’ve recognized is him showing affection. I don’t mean having sex with different women, I mean the kind of affection that shows your vulnerability. I’ve never seen Klaus sleep the entire show unless he was daggered or spelled or hurt. There’s one scene where Klaus sleeps for the first time and it’s next to Cami. Cami is the character he really exposes his vulnerability to. I think that is a really well written quality in his character. I truly believe Cami is the character in Klaus’ life that he really loves, really fell in love with and accepted. Now, I’m not saying he didn’t love Caroline. I think he does love Caroline, but his love for Caroline is completely different than his love for Cami. I think Caroline allows Klaus to love her and Cami - being the psychologist that she is - opens up Klaus to his feelings. Cami instigates Klaus to love. She tells Klaus to not be afraid of taking in love - that he’s deserving of it, and I think that’s one of the big things that draw him towards her. She was brave enough to push him - to make him see that he’s worthy of people. Cami is also one of the only people that Klaus has held hands with, besides Hope. Which is another vulnerable affection moment besides sleeping.
Klaus is one of the villains that knows his limits and even with his actions, he somehow cares for others more than he thinks. He portrays himself as someone with no capability for redemption, but the thing is, he’s been trying to redeem himself since the beginning of his time. And that’s another well written factor about his character. To reach your end goal, you need to be able to introduce that goal from the start.  One example is Klaus saving Marcel from slavery. Or when Hayley was hitting him and said fight me and he didn’t want to hit his baby’s mom. Or saving Detective Will Kinney from suicide.
It’s really well written how The Originals “showed but never told” that the reason Klaus constantly made sure Rebekah never fell in love with anyone was because he wanted her for himself. Because if she fell in love and left then he would be alone and he wanted his siblings with him all the time. Which is why he also always kept them in coffins next to him. So they’re always with him even when they’re not. He also daggered them because when he saw a flaw in them that didn’t match his perception of how he saw him, it was just easier to just stab them than face his problems. Which is also why Klaus made hybrids for himself. He said he was making a hybrid army to keep himself safe, which didn’t make sense because he’s stronger than all of them, but it was also because he didn’t want to be alone. I think the writers did a great job in showing that in his character. 
The story’s parallels display really well in Klaus’ redemption. When Klaus first became a hybrid and began turning, his father always saw him as an abomination. As someone who wasn’t worthy of being comforted during his transformations. When Hope had her first transformation, Klaus made sure that Hope wasn’t alone. He made sure that she was worthy of being a hybrid and that he was proud of her for it.
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The He*archate vs Umberto Eco’s “Ur-Fascism”
ok it looks like I haven’t already done this, so! A lot of fictional Evil Empires use the visuals of fascism (iirc the Star Wars original trilogy did this), but not all of them follow through on making the Empire substantially fascist in ideology and practice. Machineries of Empire certainly has fascist visual components, with its regiments of black-shirted soldiers. Umberto Eco, a writer who grew up in Italy under Mussolini, wrote an essay about growing up under that regime and his ideas about key features of fascist and fascist-like movements (I’ll link it in a reblog, I don’t want Tumblr eating this post. I really recommend it, it’s very accessible and well-written). I want to see how much the he*archate correlates with these. It’s easy to get caught up in all the flashy space battles and gory exotic tortures, but YHL is very into military history, and that’s one reason his despotic regimes work so well--they’re taken from real life.
This is horribly incomplete because in my reread I’m only about halfway through Ninefox Gambit, but...I wanna Post.
An important note to start: Eco uses “fascism”, the name for Italian political movement, to refer to a variety of different totalitarian regimes and philosophies, because “fascism had no quintessence. Fascism was a fuzzy totalitarianism, a collage of different philosophical and political ideas, a beehive of contradictions.” Further, “Fascism became an all-purpose term because one can eliminate from a fascist regime one or more features, and it will still be recognizable as fascist.” Thus, the common characteristics he lists are not features of every fascist movement, and are often features of non-fascist repressive movements. The he*archate does not have all these features, but I think it makes sense to analyze it as a fascist empire.
Without further ado:
1. The cult of tradition, including syncretic occultism. “As a consequence, there can be no advancement of learning. Truth has been already spelled out once and for all, and we can only keep interpreting its obscure message” (Eco).
The he*archate does not do this. As I pointed out in an earlier post, there are no foundational religious beliefs behind the High Calendar. No holy texts, no prophets, just a way of life, a set of practices, and endless heresies.
2. Rejection of modernism. “Even though Nazism was proud of its industrial achievements, its praise of modernism was only the surface of an ideology based upon Blood and Earth (Blut und Boden)” (Eco).
I don’t think the he*archate does this? I might be forgetting something though, feel free to chime in.
3. Action for action’s sake. (Eco)
Kel Kel Kel Kel Kel.
4. Inability to tolerate analysis. “Disagreement is treason.” (Eco)
Yeah that’s precisely how the High Calendar functions.
5. “Ur-Fascism grows up and seeks for consensus by exploiting and exacerbating the natural fear of difference. The first appeal of a fascist or prematurely fascist movement is an appeal against the intruders.”
So, we don’t get to see much of the heptarchate in its earliest forms, and what we do see is in the third book, which I don’t remember super well. I think the he*archate does this, but it’s more obvious how in the context of Eco’s points 5 and 9.
6. “Derives from individual or social frustration” and features an “appeal to a frustrated middle class.”
Again, this talks more about how fascism begins than how it continues. The he*archate is an established, stable totalitarian empire, not a burgeoning movement (which is interesting because by rights this house of cards should have collapsed centuries ago). It would be interesting to look at how the hexarchate uses propaganda but uhhh iirc that’s mostly in the second and third books and I don’t remember them that well.
7. Nationalism, and the obsession with a plot, both as an outside and an inside threat. 
Reflected in how the heretics (an inside plot) are iirc assumed to be aligned with the Hafn (an outside threat). See also point 9.
8. “The followers must feel humiliated by the ostentatious wealth and force of their enemies. [...] However, the followers must be convinced that they can overwhelm the enemies. Thus, by a continuous shifting of rhetorical focus, the enemies are at the same time too strong and too weak. Fascist governments are condemned to lose wars because they are constitutionally incapable of objectively evaluating the force of the enemy.”
...I think the he*archate might win too many wars for this to be applicable?
9. “Pacifism is trafficking with the enemy [...] life is permanent warfare. This, however, brings about an Armageddon complex. Since enemies have to be defeated, there must be a final battle, after which the movement will have control of the world. But such a “final solution” implies a further era of peace, a Golden Age, which contradicts the principle of permanent war. No fascist leader has ever succeeded in solving this predicament.”
The he*archate absolutely does live in a state of permanent war, against heresy which is everywhere. The he*archate seems to have solved this predicament by achieving a placid, high standard of living for the majority of its citizenry, contingent upon those citizens’ complicity in the ritual torture of prisoners of this “war.” Thus, every citizen is both invested and involved in the fighting and encouraged to identify with its sacrifices, but also able to live in a true golden age. I’ve always thought about this aspect of the he*archate as in conversation with Ursula K. LeGuin’s short story “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas,” but that’s an essay for another day.
10. Contempt for the weak and popular elitism. “Every citizen belongs to the best people of the world, the members of the party are the best among the citizens, every citizen can (or ought to) become a member of the party. But there cannot be patricians without plebeians. In fact, the Leader, knowing that his power was not delegated to him democratically but was conquered by force, also knows that his force is based upon the weakness of the masses; they are so weak as to need and deserve a ruler. Since the group is hierarchically organized (according to a military model), every subordinate leader despises his own underlings, and each of them despises his inferiors. This reinforces the sense of mass elitism.”
This one isn’t an obvious component, but I think it’s present, especially looking at how the Kel talk about “crashhawks”. I’m going to keep a closer eye out for it as I reread.
Cheris is “un-Kel” because she cannot do this. One of the first things we see Cheris do is order her soldiers into a mildly heretical formation to keep them alive, and we see again and again how well she knows, respects, and cares for the people and servitors under her command. 
On the flip side, Kujen is able to become the system’s architect precisely because he despises his inferiors, and sees everyone as an inferior. As we learn in the third book, this does not come naturally to him, but inducing this state of mind in himself is necessary for his success.
11. “Everybody is educated to become a hero. [...] This cult of heroism is strictly linked with the cult of death. [...] In non-fascist societies, the lay public is told that death is unpleasant but must be faced with dignity; believers are told that it is the painful way to reach a supernatural happiness. By contrast, the Ur-Fascist hero craves heroic death, advertised as the best reward for a heroic life. The Ur-Fascist hero is impatient to die. In his impatience, he more frequently sends other people to death.”
Kel Kel Kel Kel.
12. “Machismo (which implies both disdain for women and intolerance and condemnation of nonstandard sexual habits, from chastity to homosexuality).”
The he*archate absolutely, emphatically does not do this. Plenty of gender equality, plenty of nonstandard sexual behavior. 
But! There is another component to point 12. “Since even sex is a difficult game to play, the Ur-Fascist hero tends to play with weapons—doing so becomes an ersatz phallic exercise.” This might be relevant to the commonness of dueling as a form of entertainment, both as a participant and a spectator sport? I don’t think dueling is particularly eroticized but it’s certainly linked to exchanges of power.
13. Selective populism. “In a democracy, the citizens have individual rights, but the citizens in their entirety have a political impact only from a quantitative point of view—one follows the decisions of the majority. For Ur-Fascism, however, individuals as individuals have no rights, and the People is conceived as a quality, a monolithic entity expressing the Common Will. Since no large quantity of human beings can have a common will, the Leader pretends to be their interpreter. Having lost their power of delegation, citizens do not act; they are only called on to play the role of the People. Thus the People is only a theatrical fiction.”
Not a strong theme in MoE, but arguably, this is how the calendar operates: on the Will of the People, carefully channeled by the appropriate authorities.
Also, not strictly relevant, but everyone needs to see this line: “There is in our future a TV or Internet populism, in which the emotional response of a selected group of citizens can be presented and accepted as the Voice of the People.” Hm.
14. Newspeak. “All the Nazi or Fascist schoolbooks made use of an impoverished vocabulary, and an elementary syntax, in order to limit the instruments for complex and critical reasoning. But we must be ready to identify other kinds of Newspeak, even if they take the apparently innocent form of a popular talk show.”
Again, I’d like to take another look at the propaganda that gets sent out in later books to talk about this properly! The Kel make heavy internal use of euphemisms, but that’s not quite the same thing.
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Anyway, that was fun, and I hope everyone learned something about how fascism emerges! I encourage you to read the entire essay, chew on its ideas a bit, think about if they apply to other fictional words and to real life.
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Going in blind: Watching season 3 for the first time. Random thoughts.
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Episode 1: I know in the original series She-Ra was the sister of He-Man so I'm curious how much of that will be carried over to this series. Not saying He-Man has to make an appearance, same as how Batman didn't need to show up in Teen Titans. That was Robin's story, not his, and similarly this is Adora's story, not Adam's. Regardless, it makes sense why Hordak was so annoyed with the baby Adora in Shadow Weaver's flashbacks. To SW, there was something different and special about the baby, but to Hordak, whom seems familiar with the world before Mara separated Etheria from the rest of the universe, including Eternia potentially, Adora is just another "First One" child like he's seen many times before. Special in comparison to those who only know Etheria.
Great clap-back from Catra to Hordak, and not entirely unfounded. It's debatable how much he actually cares about conquering Etheria. He has others leading his forces in his war yet all his focus is on his portal creation.
According to Entrapta, productivity of the Horde is up 400% ever since Catra became Hordak's 2nd in command. I wondering how much of that is Catra's direct doing? Is she genuinely just that good of a commander? Is it because she's properly delegating and Scorpia has been handling most of the load? Or is this just because it's in comparison to Shadow Weaver? Entrapta said Catra's focus on First Ones' tech has been greatly aiding them and SW definitely focused more on magic, which was an aid mostly to herself since everyone else in the Horde seems to fight only with weapons and technology. And most of what she saw of SW while she was Hordak's 2nd was her being obsessed with bringing back Adora rather than fighting the war.
Episode 2: Let's see... Hordak's easily an adult and Entrapta is...[checks google] late twenties, early thirties. Oh good, then let's sail this ship!
But yeah, that was a heck of a backstory for Hordak. This reminds me of a video by a Youtuber named Savage Books comparing the villain Steppenwolf in the theatrical and Snyder Cut versions of Justice League and how, while he still wasn't a great villain, just a small addition made him a much better villain, that being a failure in his past and the desire just to go home. And in this case, Hordak is the much better, or at least way more developed, version of that. One of many clones of Hordak Prime but having a defect that labelled him a failure and had him cast out to Etheria, a "backwards world" as he's called it before. If he can conquer Etheria, perhaps by building a portal that'll bring forward Prime's army, he believes that'll prove to Prime that he is not a failure and that he can return home to rejoin his forces. Just this bit of backstory adds SO MUCH to Hordak, including new insights on his past interactions, and keeps him from being a flat character like theatrical version Steppenwolf. His lack of tolerance for failure makes sense when he himself is trying to prove that he's not. It gives him compelling motivation to want to conquer Etheria beyond just power and greed. Not motivation you're meant to agree with but one you can still understand.
I like the story with Huntara too. It's a nice little tie-in to something Adora was talking about with Glimmer and Bow last episode. Adora defected from the horde, not because she was different but rather very much in spite being very much like every other soldier there. She wanted to believe Shadow Weaver may have at least some goodness in her too and now we have Huntara as a fellow defector who realized the evils of the Horde, even if she chose to stay out of the war entirely after.
Episode 3: I legit thought Catra stabbed the goat lady for a second.
After Scorpia asking her why don't they just stay in the wastes I'm seeing a bit of a parallel between Catra and Hordak. They've both found a place where they can be the top dog, where they can do and have basically anything they want; her with the wastes and him with the Horde. They can be happy. ...But there's still this pull they're feeling to somewhere else. Catra back to the Horde and Hordak back to Prime. Because they feel they have to prove something; prove that they're not failures. They could be happy but they can't let go.
And that scene between Adora and Catra at the end. That was such a great line read from Catra's actor. "She left me for you. Everything that's happened is because of you." I got chills.
Minor note: While I'm only judging off the Mara hologram, which didn't have color, I do think the She-Ra outfit looks better with pants than shorts like Adora's She-Ra form. I think it makes it look sleeker, if that makes any sense.
Episode 4: Catra's spiral has turned into a drill and its taking her down as far as she can go. Though something I had to a laugh a little at myself over was that my biggest "Catra, no!" reaction wasn't to her wanting to open the portal but rather when she lied to Hordak and said Entrapta let the princesses in. She was actually a positive influence on Hordak's life and Catra with one move just destroyed that relationship and all progress Hordak had been making.
I'm guessing there's going to be some kind of long-term effect from Shadow Weaver continuously siphoning off Glimmer's magic. The woman is basically a parasite and the magic she uses is very different from the kind Glimmer does. I can't believe it never occurred to me that since Shadow Weaver trained Glimmer's father there might be a connection there between the two of them later in the story. While we don't know about anything that might've happened after she left, SW clearly had enough affection for Micah still to not kill him. I could see her trying to take Glimmer on as a student later like she did him.
Episode 5: There is something kind of hilarious about it being Scorpia's jealousy of Catra and Adora's closeness that causes her to be the first one after Adora to pick up that something is off.
11 is my favorite of the Doctor Who Doctors so naturally I'm comparing all this to the crack in Amy Pond's bedroom wall. Whatever goes in gets forgotten about and basically never existed. Though does that mean Bright Moon isn't going to remember the Horde? Basically that entire place got sucked up in the collapsing reality. There shouldn't be at war anymore because their enemy literally no longer exists.
Adora and Catra had their own little Star Trek 3 moment there.
Adora: "If we don't help each other, we'll die here!"
Catra: "Perfect! Then that's the way it shall be!"
Catra's just so far down her spiral she doesn't even care about getting her own win, just so long as Adora doesn't get one, despite just minutes ago clearly loving having Adora back in her life and on her side, to the point was trying to resist remembering the old reality. Her "perfect" world was them together again but when given the chance (another of many. I love those cuts to their past woven in there) she slapped the hand away.
I'm sure I'm wrong but I'm starting to theorize Madam Razz is actually Mara and just at some point went kind of crazy and started thinking as and Mara were two different people.
Episode 6:
"You are everything I ever wanted in a son. This... This is everything I ever wanted in a life. ...But I've got responsibilities, Van. And...I have to...go now."
-Superman, Justice League Unlimited: For the Man Who Has Everything
That was my favorite episode of JLU, where Superman is trapped in this world that isn't real but still perfect in every way, and the only way out was to give up everything he'd ever wanted, including a son he remembers watching grow up, even if it never really happened. With a similar premise, this definitely helped elevate Angela up a bit for me, whom I was kind just meh with before. I didn't dislike her but I didn't really care much for her either. This episode gave her a lot to work with though, with the heavy sacrifice she made. Not just saying behind to pull out the sword but just simply forcing herself to accept her husband is gone and not coming back. I was right that they wouldn't remember the Horde, but I definitely didn't think of the full effects of them never existing. They never exist, Bow never becomes a rebel instead of a scholar like his dads wanted. They don't exist, Micah never dies in battle against them. Glimmer gets to grow up with her father in her life. Everyone, most especially Angela, has to reject everything they would love to be real in favor of what actually is.
I'm guessing we're going to have Shadow Weaver taking advantage of this situation, trying to act like a teacher and mother-figure to Glimmer now that she's basically a orphan.
I talked before about how Catra and Hordak seem to have a parallel between them, especially regarding failure. Catra seems like she has a very hard time accepting her own failures and mistakes and thus why she more or less uses Adora as a mental scapegoat for all of it. Nothing is ever really her fault, it's Adora's, or Shadow Weaver's, or Hordak's. It makes for a great moment when Adora finally punches back, both literally and figuratively. She's not going to accept responsibility for Catra's actions anymore. She gave Catra every chance to make the right choice and she didn't, so now she has to finally live with the consequences. Heck of a glare She-Ra gave Catra at the end. Very much a "If I ever see you again..." and it certainly scared Catra, at least for a moment.
Now, someone go save Entrapta from Beast Island!
Season 3 verdict: Easily the best season thus far. I know this was technically the second half of season 2 but even in comparison to the full season 1 there was just so much that happened in this, so much that got revealed, and so, so many moments of emotion or tension. Weirdly I feel kind of disappointed that Hordak Prime is probably going to come in now and be the new big villain. I really like our Hordak's motivation and Prime seems like he might just be the generic conqueror for power that Hordak seemed like he was going to be at first. Not saying those types can't work. I love All For One from My Hero Academia and Frieza from Dragon Ball. Those guys are pure evil and selfishness, but they also have a captivating presence/charisma to them.
Naturally, since I bring her up the most out of all the characters, I'm very curious to see what happens with Catra now. She's basically nuked every positive relationship she had with anyone. Entrapta's gone, she threatened Scorpia, Hordak's not going to trust anyone including her anymore now that he thinks Entrapta's betrayed him, and Adora firmly sees her as an enemy. She has no one (those under her direct command don't count) and it's entirely her own fault.
Original Reddit post: https://www.reddit.com/r/PrincessesOfPower/comments/o0trfz/going_in_blind_watching_season_3_for_the_first/
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I have about ten million emotions that I want to share about The Grandmaster Of Demonic Cultivation/Mo Dao Zu Shi/The Untamed, but this is a hell of a story, and it’s hard to find a place to start. So... I’ll start somewhere logistical. 
So, we’ve got a couple major cultivation sects at play in this story, and I noticed some really interesting parallels in the backstory sections of the book (and these logistics will be book-specific, because the show tweaked things with Lan Xichen in ways I don’t love). Specifically, as things escalate with the Wens, there’s a lot of turnover in sect leadership. It happens in separate locations on the page, but the similarities are pretty striking. 
The length got a little away from me (bear with me, I’m still learning how to write about this story), so let’s throw a quick cut in here.
First, most clearly, we see very explicitly on the page that Jiang Cheng takes command of the Yunmeng Jiang Sect at a young age, probably somewhere in his late teens, in the wake of the traumatic death of his parents. 
We’re stuck in a cave with Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji while the Gusu Lan sect is in turmoil. When the Jiang boys go to study with the Lans, Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen’s dad is the sect leader, but in the cave, we learn that the Wens have burnt down the Cloud Recesses, that Lan Xichen is on the run with their sacred texts, that their dad is probably dying of his injuries as they speak, and that this happened recently enough that Lan Wangji is still recovering from his own injuries. And when their dad did die, as the clan recovered, Lan Xichen stepped up as sect leader. I don’t think we ever get a specific age for Lan Xichen, and I don’t want to rely on show flashbacks to childhood, but he seems close in age to Lan Wangji, especially since the book makes a point of noting that they aren’t twins. The exact specifics aren’t important, but he seems like he wasn’t much older than Jiang Cheng, and rose to power in similarly sudden and traumatic circumstances.
But what really got my attention was the little bit we hear about Nie Mingjue, before Nie Huaisang even shows up in the story present. His father wasn’t killed by the Wen sect leader, but still because of the deliberate actions of the Wen sect leader, and Nie Mingjue became the Qinghe Nie sect leader following the sudden and traumatic death of his father, explicitly before he was twenty.
So... Nie Huaisang. What an interesting character, who I’m not going to dig into that deeply right now. Overall, I find him fascinating, but what I find the absolutely most fascinating is his personal approach to leadership. That ties into his relationship with his brother, which I want to get into in more detail at another time, but that would be a little much for a little post like this.
What we hear about Nie Huaisang in flashbacks is that he’s not that focused on cultivation work, that he’d rather do other things, that he’s not naturally good at cultivation, that he formed his golden core late but didn’t seem to be ashamed of it. What we hear about him in the present is that he’s a weak, indecisive sect leader, who leans Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao for help, support, and advice. When Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian are headed to Xinglu Ridge, we hear about how the Qinghe Nie sect is declining under his leadership.
But... we also see how the story plays out. Nie Huaisang is perfectly capable of taking strong, decisive action, and that he’s capable of laying out plans and backup plans, and transitioning between them when the situation changes or his move is blocked. His cultivation skills aren’t particularly strong, and that’s offered as a potential/partial explanation for why he’s a weak leader, but Jin Guangyao’s raw skills weren’t that strong either, and he still managed to make himself into a strong, effective cultivator. Nie Huaisang has an interesting relationship with the ideas of ‘pride’ and ‘shame’ that I enjoy a lot. He wasn’t ashamed to admit he formed his golden core later than his peers, and he wasn’t ashamed to be a weak head-shaker of a sect leader, apparently.
So, since we see him taking stronger, more confident moves, the question becomes: why is he a weak leader?
The easiest answer would be that it’s part of the long-term revenge plan. But I don’t really like that as an explanation. He might have been willing to use it to his advantage, but I don’t think it was necessary.
What really fascinates me is that as a teen, he watched three major sects experience traumatic leadership turnovers, including his own. As things escalated toward a war, he saw Nie Mingjue, Lan Xichen, and Jiang Cheng lose parents and struggle to take command of a sect when they were barely into adulthood. We see more of Jiang Cheng struggling than we do of the other two, just for plain point of view logistical reasons, but this can’t have been good for any of them.
And all things considered, it doesn’t seem like long afterwards that Nie Mingjue has his qi deviation and suddenly dies, and Nie Huaisang is stuck with a job he Does Not Want.
By this point, I’m pretty far off into speculation land, but I find the Qinghe Nie saber cultivation to be an interesting parallel for the bigger picture of what Nie Huaisang is dealing with. Cultivating using sabers is family tradition, they’ve been doing it for generations, it’s what they do. I mean, sure, loads of them die from qi deviation, but shh sh don’t worry, just continue cultivating with sabers, it’s fine. The text brings up the possibility of trying to change the tradition, and how hard and uncertain that would be. And Nie Huaisang just kind of shrugs and says, ‘okay, so I can’t fix it, but I’m also not touching that shit myself.’
Smash cut back to sect leadership. Nie Huaisang handed a future and expected to accept it, to treat it as a valuable legacy that he should want and take pride in. And, the flip side, he’s expected to be ashamed if he decides he’s ~too weak~ to handle it. Lots of other characters in the story are influenced by pride and/or familial obligations, and I find it really fascinating how Nie Huaisang in particular doesn’t comply with what’s being asked of him, but he doesn’t necessarily fight back either. 
The narrative is nice and leading, asking readers to agree that Nie Huaisang is just too weak and indecisive to be a good leader. And I’m totally willing to roll with later developments just on the basis of the story as presented. BUT. I really, really, really love how the sect leadership backstory sprinkled throughout the story informs his general behavior. We don’t see any indication that Jiang Cheng, Lan Xichen, or Nie Mingjue are unhappy with being sect leader in the same way Nie Huaisang is, but like... he saw how they came into power, and it was not a pleasant experience for any of them, and they were all young, young men who got an incredibly heavy weight dropped on their shoulders out of nowhere. 
When the same responsibility drops in his lap, he’s not able to say No Thanks, but I think watching those other three become sect leader really does inform how he reacts to it. He doesn’t try to be a strong military leader. He doesn’t focus on increasing his sect’s prominence. He doesn’t try to be a major influence in the politicking between clans. For all intents and purposes, he’s massively ineffectual. But after seeing his actions later in the story, I think he’s massively ineffectual on purpose. And. After processing those pieces of the backstory, I don’t think he’s massively ineffectual as part of a long, drawn-out revenge scheme. 
I don’t have a formal Conclusion that I’m building up to, but when Nie Huaisang was young, he lived through a war. He lost his father, his peers lost their parents and nearly lost their homes. It wasn’t all that long later when his brother died, even if we’re generous with the dates. He’s watched an unpleasant number of people die and/or suffer in the job that he’s been asked to take. And he’s not really allowed to turn it down. 
It makes the most sense to me if his performance as a sect leader is deliberately weak, but isn’t done for purposes of revenge. It makes the most sense as a way to protect himself and hold onto a life as close as possible to the one he actually wanted to lead. Nobody is seeking Nie Huaisang out to be a military leader or to mediate disputes between clans. He’s not a valuable target to be eliminated, and he’s not making political moves that will make people wonder if he should be removed from the playing field. He’s still the sect leader, but he role he plays neatly sidesteps the extra duties and responsibilities that weighed down Jiang Cheng, Lan Xichen, and Nie Mingjue when they came to power. It’s like the sabers. He might be looked down on for choosing not to participate when he’s clearly capable of participation, but he’s more aware than so many other players of the potential consequences of participating and makes a conscious decision that he’d happily take a blow to his pride in place of dealing with those consequences.
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Vibe of the Week 06/08
First off, I am happy to announce that the very second Live Tarot Hour will be this Friday, 11 September. It’ll start at 8PM ADT, 7PM EST, 5PM PT, and gah just figure out your time zone from that. I really enjoyed the last one we did, and it’s great practice. I’ll post the rules later on this week, most will be the same as last time but this round I’ll be accepting questions in advance--that was selfish of me last time, for all my bubs in wayyyyy different time zones who weren’t awake when it started and couldn’t submit a question.
As always, you can blacklist #tarot or #Lei does tarot if you don’t want to see.
Now, on to business.
Ah, dat Full Moon vibes from last week. Real talk it gave me some crazy energy, just some weird things I couldn’t shake, and kicked off a whole week’s worth of odd dreams and weird premonitions and dug up a whole bunch of shit from my past and threw it at me.
Including Photographer Boy, if we can count him as being part of my past? He seems to stay pretty...current. And he was being real sweet to me over the weekend, and just being the Good Dude I know he can be, and like a moron that somehow erases all the copious times he was a dick. Ugh, Lei you’re smarter than this.
Double ugh, I’m mad at myself.
In any case, last week we spoke about action, but also about the need to kind of....hold off. That maybe now is not the time to go after that big thing, because there are too many little things happening for you, maybe you’re not in the frame of mind or heart that you NEED to be in to go after what you’re going after, and have it work out. The universe works in many ways and often times if she sees us running headfirst into a wall, she might hold us back a bit. It’s for our own benefit.
You may have noticed, too, that in English I tend to have trouble with homonyms. Nose and knows. Seize and cease. I know the difference between all the there/they’re/theirs but the apostrophe one still fucks me up because I think it’s possessive instead of they are. In any case, I ended the reading last week on a resounding note that what is truly meant for us will be there, waiting to be...ahem...ceased. Oops. I obviously meant seized (I think?) and I’ve corrected it now.
LE SORRY.
The decks this week: Moonology for Oracle, and the Wheel of Fortune for Tarot.
The Oracle of the week is the Supermoon:
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I didn’t pull this one, it jumped out at me as I was shuffling.
Look, can I just say that it does wonders for my confidence as a reader, as the granddaughter of a great woman and a steward of part of the great family history, when I FEEL my intuition tell me something is off, and then it gets proven right? Look, intuition is hard. My intuition is hard. I just tend to think very differently from the masses and it’s incredibly frustrating, because I’ll see something and observe it my way and everybody else seems to be on a different page and it’s just...you feel crazy. I feel like I spend at least 1/3 of my life going “Are you all PRETENDING not to see this? This is a joke, right? Or shit, you really think that? Oh fuck...”
I KNEW something was supercharged with that damn moon last week.
The affirmation: Emotions are running high
Words to meditate on: emotional balance, yin and yang, peace, quiet mind, look closer at the obvious, opportunity.
That thing last week, that the universe told us to back the fuck up on for a sec? This may be the week we’re allowed to charge forward and pursue it. The Supermoon is supercharged, emotions are high but they’re positive--this is a rare moon, one that tells us that the answer is right under our nose. There’s opportunity here, rare opportunity, whether that’s the solution to your challenges or something new and exciting altogether. The Supermoon is when a new moon or a full moon happens at the moon’s closest point to Earth--so the universe is rooting for us, she’s with us on this. Don’t blow anything out of proportion, don’t fucking ignore the obvious in search of something better, and just keep putting one foot in front of the other because your path now leads you to something real exciting.
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HAHAHAHAHAHA. Everybody say hi to my grandmother, kids. Because she’s definitely smirking over my shoulder for this reading. Hiiiiiiiiiiiii Lei’s grandmother, definitely the HWIC and one of the most powerful matriarchs of the Stregoneria in Sicily.
Good to see you again, Nonna.
1) Ten of Wands
2) Eight of Wands
3) Five of Wands
4) Queen of Wands
5) Knight of Wands
Overarching theme: the Moon (Major Arcana).
Hahahahahaha oh god I’m still laughing.
All Wands this week. Wands are the action cards, the “go out and get’er done” Suit, the fire Suit in all its glory and horror, so it looks like the universe has opened the barriers that she put around us last week. Not only did she open the barriers but she gave us a one hour pep talk, she brushed our hair, she told us how pretty we were, she poured 397587568458 tons of sugar down our throat, blasted gangsta rap, got us all ragey, showed us the target, slapped our ass--and then she opened the barriers.
Full steam ahead. 
Look, keep the overarching theme of the Moon in mind. Keep your fucking eyes open, and--like the Oracle says--look for the obvious, it’s right in front of you. The Moon speaks of deception, of hidden ways, of secrets, of dual personalities. Of trickery. Bear in mind that interactions you may have this week, people you may encounter--they may be trying to trick you, they may be trying to deceive you. Don’t let this hinder your interactions and don’t close yourself off, just keep this tidbit in the back of your mind so that there are no surprises.
I think the reason why the universe held us back last week is simply because we just had too much. The ten of Wands speaks of a need for reduction--reducing workload, reducing emotional stress, in general just....letting things go. Let it go. It’s too heavy, there’s too much, and it’s just impossible to carry. Trim the fat and just bring it back to the basics--surround yourself with a few people who make you feel good. Reduce your amount of stuff. Know when you’re beat at work, and ask for help. Reduce the space in your mind that you give to worry and anxiety and increase the space you give to things that make you feel good. We had too much last week, and the universe saw that we were just too exhausted to go after what we wanted but we are too stubborn to not go after it, because we are taught from a young age that opportunity is rare and we need to take it.
Opportunity is only as rare as you make it. When you look for opportunity, you will find it. Stop looking, then you stop finding.
And you know that old adage, that an arrow needs to be pulled back before it is launched forward? That’s where we’re at. The Eight of Wands is the most dynamic card in the deck, moving forward at fast speeds. It bears in mind the need to keep lines of communication open--and the Five of Wands, a battle, warns us of the consequence if we don’t. The Five of Wands is the bar fight that we don’t know why we’re in. The Five of Wands is us getting drunk and belligerent as shit, starting something with somebody who didn’t even look at us funny but we thought they did. Calm down--emotions are high, remember? Don’t start shit. It’s not worth it, and you’re likely wrong in the situation anyway. 
Communicate instead. You know people may be trying to deceive you, which already gives you the upper hand. You don’t need to smash a pool cue over their head.
Balance, kids. The Queen of Wands is there to reinforce that message. Dis bitch--I love dis bitch, she’s so much better than the Queen of Cups--love and sensuality, fire and ice, the balance of fiery passion and emotional balance that results in this incredible, never-ending burning ember that will just keep smouldering. And the thing with an ember is it can turn into a full fledged fire at any second, and it can also light other fires. You’re on the right path, kids. And not only are you on the right path, people are watching and you’re inspiring them too. Be loyal to yourself, know your path, and off you go.
And remember--dat Moon Major Arcana Energy, echoed here in the final card of the Knight of Wands--do not seek vengeance over those who deceived you. But don’t forget, either.
TL;DR: Deception is at play this week, evidenced in the Moon and ending in the Knight of Wands. Be aware--don’t let it make you bitter, but be aware. Communication is key as you surge forward here, and it can help you avoid a lot of conflict that doesn’t have to happen if you’re just open and honest. Don’t ignore the obvious, make sure you create an environment where you can succeed, eliminate that which you do not need--and rage on, you fucking flame of awesomeness.
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Forbidden: Part 4: Queen of the Night
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This alternate universe fan fiction uses characters created and owned by Pixelberry Studios. Character names, descriptions and likenesses are owned by Pixelberry Studios. Some content in the first part are direct words from TRR Book 3, Chapter 16. The MC, Bragnae Bennett, and story is created and owned by this author.
Book: The Royal Romance (Alternate Universe)
Alternate Universe Theme: The Queen of Cordonia as an adulteress  
Pairing: King Liam x MC / Drake Walker x MC (Bragnae Bennett – *pronounced Brawn-yah)
Warnings for this series: NSFW, Adult content, suggestive and strong language, heavy angst, drama of course, very steamy sex scenes in each part -- IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, DO NOT READ THIS SERIES. Also, if you do not like reading smut, especially mine, please do not read this series.
Series Description: Forbidden is an extremely steamy story that takes place in Cordonia picking up the night of Bragnae’s bachelorette party in Las Vegas. She accepted King Liam’s proposal, despite also being in love with Drake. But when Liam gives Bragnae permission to have one last fling before they’re hitched, she chooses Drake.
Even though Bragnae tells him their dalliance is for one night only, Drake can’t seem to let it go. Once they return to Cordonia and the King marries his betrothed, Drake convinces Bragnae to embrace the forbidden pleasure of being with him in addition to filling her role as queen – consequences be damned.
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A/N: I’m sorry it took me a while to get this chapter out. I had a writing lull for a few weeks, and my mini series, Dirty Mind, had to be written before Part 4 of Forbidden. Thank you all for your patience! This is a fun and exciting chapter. I hope you enjoy it!
Warnings for this chapter: NSFW, Adult content, sex (lots!), suggestive and strong language
Word Count for this chapter: 8975
Setting for this chapter: Liam returns to the palace, and Bragnae has her coronation.
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Part 4:Queen of the Night
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Bragnae waited in the Grand Hall for her husband to stroll through the front doors any minute. She was looking forward to seeing him again, but feared he’d be able to read her face. He’d be able to see the shame and guilt that filled her.
Wearing a plain black dress that hugged her curves, she stood there with her hands locked together in front to keep from fidgeting. With each passing second, her nerves spiked with more anxiety. She knew she was a horrible wife. A week and a half into her marriage and she was already turning to another man to fill her desires.
But it wasn’t just any man. It was Drake. And she was in love with him. In her mind, this made things different – not that infidelity was acceptable in any form. But she felt she could justify her actions because of the deep level of feelings she had for Drake.
This whirlwind romance with Liam happened so suddenly that made it feel more like a fantasy than real life. She had abandoned her old life in New York on a whim to compete for a foreign prince’s hand in marriage. When does that ever happen? In the life she knew before Cordonia, things like that didn’t exist.
If Liam and Drake were New Yorkers, same as her, and she met them and got to know them both, Bragnae would have dated each of them separately to see which one she was more compatible with. And over time, when it felt right, then she might get married to one of them. Instead, Liam became king and the pressure was on for him to have an official queen by his side. There was no waiting.
And because Drake hadn’t told her of his feelings yet, Bragnae felt she had no other choice. She loved Liam. That wasn’t the issue. But in this rushed fantasy world, she had to go along with the plan of the kingdom even if she wanted more time to enjoy the engagement.
Now, as queen, she felt as if she missed out on how her life was supposed to be. And Drake was helping her to cope with that. Having her figurative cake and eating it too gave her control where she felt she lost it. Bragnae had a conscience and definitely knew it was wrong to sleep with Drake on the side, but a bigger part of her who craved control, as well as her desire to be with Drake, had won out.
Bragnae’s thoughts were interrupted when she heard a servant announce Liam’s presence. She looked to the door to see her handsome husband strolling in with a huge smile on his face. She watched as he walked past a few of his aids keeping his eyes on her.
Liam hastened over to her, scooping Bragnae into his arms as he kissed her with fervor. After a moment, he sat her back down on the ground allowing his kiss to linger still.
“Liam,” she smiled up at him. “Everyone’s looking.”
He obstinately kissed her again. “Let them look. I don’t give a fuck. I missed my beautiful wife.”
“I missed you, too.” She ran her hands up his chest, over his shoulders and into his hair. “How was your trip back?”
Liam shook his head. “Nope. We’ve got more pressing matters to address right now.”
“Like what?”
Liam grabbed her hand and pulled her in the direction of the stairs. “Like getting you out of that dress. I want to show you just how much I’ve missed you.”
As soon as they were through the double doors of the royal suite, Liam pressed Bragnae up against the nearest wall. He kissed her heartily letting his hands roam over her curves until he found the hem of her dress. He pulled the fabric up over her waist, and dropped to one knee.
His piercing blue eyes locked with hers as his fingers found the lace of her panties, pulling them down her smooth legs. He helped her out of the material one by one, then ran his hand up one of her legs before tossing it over his shoulder.
He gave her a wicked smirk. “Have I told you that I love seeing you from this angle? You look so sexy,” he paused to look down at her pussy. “Good enough to eat.”
Bragnae braced one hand on the wall and another on Liam’s head as he leaned forward to cover her clit with his mouth. She closed her eyes feeling his tongue swirl and lap against her making her feel dizzy. Gripping his hair, she moaned as he slid two fingers into her thrusting rhythmically as his tongue brought her closer to the edge.
“Oh, God, Liam,” she panted. Her mind went blank except for what his skilled mouth was doing to her.
He removed his fingers to spread her lips with both hands, diving further into her nipping and sucking at her sensitive skin. Bragnae felt his long tongue fuck her over and over before gently circling her entrance. The teasing was almost too much to bear.
She felt her body start to tense. Her short, anticipating breaths preparing her for the pleasure that sat within reach. Liam flattened his tongue against her, running it up to her clit again. His fingers returned to her soft insides rubbing deliberately at the spot that would release the ecstasy she craved.
She shouted his name as waves of pleasure took over her body. Her knees grew weak, and her body slumped against the wall as the incredible orgasm ran its course. Liam kissed around her clit, slowing his fingers allowing her to enjoy herself without too much stimulation. He always knew to do that making the experience even more amazing.  
Liam removed his hand so both could hold Bragnae in place before working his tongue down to her entrance again, savoring her. “You taste so good – just like a queen should. Sweet and ready for her king.”
Bragnae exhaled a heavy breath, her clit throbbing making her shiver with delight. “You’re amazing, Liam.”
“I know,” he chuckled, untangling himself before standing up. “Now, let’s get you out of this dress, so I can really show you how amazing I am.”
Bragnae still felt limp as Liam skillfully removed the rest of her clothes. He kissed her again before scooping her into his arms. “Come on, we’re going to need a chair for this.”
As it always did, the orgasm she received from Liam kept her in a daze. He could literally do anything he wanted, and she wouldn’t give a damn. He placed her down in front of a padded chair and guided her forward to kneel on it. He made sure she was steady as she rested her hands on the back of the chair before he removed his clothes.
Bragnae finally started to regain control of her breath when she heard Liam’s pants drop to the floor. She wanted more of him, and had no objections to being completely at his mercy.
Liam stepped up to her, pressing his erection into her lower back. His arms snaked around to her front, holding her close as he lowered his lips to her ear. “I’m going to fuck you hard, Bragnae. You’re going to scream so loud that everyone in the world will know you’re mine.”
She shuddered at his words feeling a guilty panic that somehow he knew she had sex with Drake while he was gone. Being who he was, Liam was naturally assertive in the bedroom. He loved to claim Bragnae as his, but it wasn’t very often that he spoke like this.
She decided if he knew she had been unfaithful to him, they’d be talking rather than fucking, so she relaxed and focused on his hands on her body instead.
Liam gently pushed Bragnae forward, straddling the chair as he guided his cock inside her. She whimpered feeling his length stretch her insides. Once he was in, he pulled her upright again. Restricting her arms, Liam slinked his right arm over her biceps, bringing his other hand up to her throat as he thrusted into her.
The top of Bragnae’s head bounced off Liam’s shoulder with every movement. Her eyes stared at the blue and gold decorative molding on the ceiling until they fluttered shut from the pleasure of Liam’s cock reaching deep inside her. He was in complete control of her body, and it was such a turn on.
The angle at which he was entering her was perfect, hitting the very spot he provoked just a few minutes ago. “Do you want to come, my queen?” He asked with another purposeful thrust, which made her cry out.
“God, yes. I’m so close, Liam.” Her words escaped in a whisper from the way he held her neck.
“Don’t come until I say,” he told her as he continued to move in and out of her. Bragnae’s back arched and her stomach jutted forward each time Liam drove into her. He pulled her face towards his in an uneven kiss. “I want to hear you scream, my love. Don’t hold back.”
Bragnae didn’t know how much longer she could hold out. He was scratching the itch she had, and an explosive response was imminent. “Liam, please. Say it.” He had commanded her orgasms before, and it was incredibly hot each time. Torturous, but hot.
Liam laughed wickedly in her ear as he grunted along with his precise movements. “I love when you beg for it. You’re so sexy.” He dropped his hand to pinch her nipple between his fingers. “Come with me, baby.”
After denying herself the pleasure for several moments and nearly losing it all together, Bragnae released the flood gates and a loud, deserving moan. She gasped for air as Liam groaned, his face pressed into her neck. Their movements slowed, and Liam released her arms so he could wrap his own around her.
He placed sweet kisses on her neck. She felt completely satisfied and like putty in his arms. As soon as he pulled out of her, Liam took her in his arms again and brought her to the bed. He let out a deep sigh as his back hit the mattress. Bragnae immediately curled up next to him, slinging her leg over his waist.
She placed a few soft kisses on his chest. “You always make me come so hard, Liam. I love it, and I love you.” Bragnae looked up at his face. His eyes were closed, but his lips were curled into a big smile.
“Well, that’s my job as your husband.” He opened his eyes and tilted his head to look at her. “Never ever do I want to leave you unsatisfied.”
She grinned. “I appreciate that.”
He held her close to him. “I know you do.” Liam exhaled contentedly. “I have a few things to tend to this afternoon, but other than that, this is all I want to do today.”
“That sounds nice, but our friends were hoping to have a movie night with us tonight. Are you up for it?”
He sighed. “Oh, I suppose so. If it was anyone but them, I’d say no.” Liam shifted so Bragnae was beneath him. “But we will be doing this again before the day is over.”
“You won’t hear me complaining,” she said, arching her neck to capture his lips in a tender kiss.
“Good.” He bent down to kiss her again before getting off the bed to get dressed.
After taking another moment, Bragnae did the same. She slipped her black dress over her body, and bent down to retrieve her panties. As soon as she lifted them up, Liam snatched them from her.
“What are you doing? Give me those back,” she said in a playful tone.
She watched as he stuffed them into his pocket, and leaned in cupping her cheek. “Do you know how sexy it is knowing you’re not wearing any panties under that dress?” He pressed his lips against hers in a way that fueled the flame inside her again. “It will be so much easier for me to find my way later,” he murmured as his fingers gently lifted the hem of her dress, grazing her inner thigh.
Bragnae shivered beneath his touch. No matter what he did, Liam always seemed to captivate her. She was melting and already primed for round two.
“Let everyone know to meet us in the theater room after supper. I’ll see you later, my love.” He gave her another brief kiss before leaving their suite.
He sure did know how to leave her wanting more. She bit her lip dreaming of the next time she’d feel his hands on her.
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Drake spent the day doing whatever he could to keep his mind busy. He spent a couple hours in the gym, and after he showered, found himself playing pool in the recreational room. He knew Liam had returned and Bragnae was occupied no doubt.
His mind was constantly filled with thoughts of her. Luckily, he knew he’d have an outlet for those thoughts now that she was open to this scandalous arrangement of theirs. But, it still didn’t make it any easier knowing she was off fucking her husband somewhere in the palace. He didn’t know when he’d get to be with her again, but he was determined to make it sooner than later.
Bragnae had sent a group text to him, Maxwell and Hana letting them know of their movie night plans, and this brought a sense of relief to Drake. At least he’d get to see her even if it was in front of everyone else.
Later, Drake grabbed a quick dinner from the kitchen, and headed to the theater room. It was generous in size and could seat up to twelve people in the leather, power-reclining chairs that sat stadium style. There was a huge, blank wall that was perfect for a projector to play any movie they wanted, and a popcorn and soda machine in the back corner of the room.
Drake was the first to arrive, so he took a seat in the front row, but not direct center in case Liam and Bragnae wanted those seats. Liam usually preferred the front row. It was easier for him to leave in case his duties called him away. Plus, he liked seeing the screen without anything in front of him. Drake did too.
To his surprise, Bragnae walked in next. Alone. His eyes lit up as he watched her walk in his direction.
“Hey, Drake.” She gave him a casual smile. Not one that said fuck me now, however. He was aware of the attendant by the refreshment stand, and assumed she was just being careful. Still, he’d give anything to see that sultry look on her face. It had almost been 24 hours since he last touched her, and that was too long.
“Hi, Bennett.”
“Did you save me a seat?” She asked.
“Sure did,” he responded with his arm gesturing to the chair next to him.
“Great! I’m going to grab some popcorn. Want some?” Her eyes scanned his body. He noticed them lingering on the bulge in his pants, and he smirked.
“No, thanks. If I want any later, I’ll just steal some of yours.”
“Ha! Not on your life. I am serious about my popcorn, mister. Don’t get any ideas,” she said with that sass he loved before walking over to the stand.
He smiled to himself over their banter letting his mind wonder over what he’d do to her in this room if they were alone and weren’t expecting other people to join them. The seats were big enough for her to straddle him just fine. He was getting hard imagining her riding him with a movie on in the background and the lights down low.
Bragnae sat down in the chair next to him, putting a drink in their shared cup holder. She tucked her legs under her, and happily began eating her popcorn. The delicious buttery smell wafted towards him. He couldn’t help but look in her direction.
“You really wouldn’t share your popcorn with me, Bennett?” He narrowed his eyes at her, the corners of his lips curling up.
She stopped chewing and looked over at him. Drake watched her eyes dart over to the attendant in the corner, and then turn her head towards the door. He was curious what she was thinking about until she reached in her popcorn bucket and pulled out a piece of popcorn. She slowly brought it to his lips.
He opened his mouth as she popped the piece in letting her finger linger for a moment. Drake took the opportunity to draw his lips over her finger, tasting the buttery flavor as she slowly pulled back. Their eyes stayed fixated on each other the entire time.
Bragnae used her finger to pull down on Drake’s bottom lip ever so slowly before drawing her hand back. She put another piece of popcorn into her own mouth making sure to suck on the same finger he did. It was erotic as hell. Drake had to take a deep breath to calm his arousal.
Unfortunately, their playful popcorn escapade had to come to an end when Maxwell and Hana strolled into the room.
“Hey guys! Ready for movie night? Ooh! Popcorn!” Maxwell said in a flash as he rushed over to the refreshment stand.
“I sure am. What are we watching tonight?” Hana asked, taking a seat in the row behind Bragnae and Drake.
Bragnae took a sip of her drink before responding. “Thor! You’ll love it, Hana.”
“What’s it about?” She asked.
“He’s part of the Avengers, Hana,” Maxwell replied in between bites of popcorn.
“Oh, I don’t know who they are,” Hana said, sinking into her chair.
Drake shook his head. In some ways, Hana led a sheltered life. It wasn’t her fault, but it did provide entertainment every now and then. She was like an alien learning the customs of Earth for the first time.
Bragnae turned around in her chair to face her. “They’re a group of hot guys with lots of muscles. Thor’s the best, not to mention the hottest.”
“Oh, come on!” Drake said in disgust. “Thor? Really?”
Bragnae turned to face him. “Yeah. Are you jealous?”
Drake cocked his head, narrowing his eyes at her. There were so many comebacks he wanted to use, but they weren’t appropriate in front of the others. He wanted to hoist her up to fuck her against a wall, showing off his muscles. He wasn’t jealous at all. He had plenty of what Thor had, save for the part of being a god.
“Jealous of who?” Liam asked as he walked in the room.
“Thor, the God of Thunder,” Maxwell chimed in as he munched on more popcorn.
Liam took a seat on the other side of Bragnae. “Oh, that guy? Psht. I’ve got the blonde hair, blue eyes and muscles for days, too. I’m hotter than he is, right?”
Drake snorted at his friend’s sudden need for validation.
“Of course you are,” she replied before turning back to Hana to shake her head. Hana giggled.
“Hey! I saw that!” Liam chided with a playful, but bitter scowl.
Bragnae laughed. “I’m kidding, baby. I promise.”
“You better be,” he replied, pulling her in for a kiss.
Drake turned to face the blank wall ahead of him. He suddenly felt this movie was a bad idea. No matter what he told himself, seeing Bragnae and Liam interacting together as a couple was difficult. She was giving Drake the attention she could, when she could, but it wasn’t enough for him. And then, he literally had a front row seat to their public displays of affection.
Drake had half a mind to bail before the movie began, but then they’d all wonder why. It was best if he just stayed put, then he wouldn’t have to explain himself. And if this was the only time he’d get with Bragnae that day, then… so be it. He sighed and settled into his chair.
After another moment of incessant chatting, Liam asked the attendant to start the movie. The lights lowered and everyone reclined their chairs to get comfortable. Drake watched Bragnae out of the corner of his eye. She cuddled the side of her chair closest to Liam. Their fingers woven together on their shared armrest.
She was too far away from Drake for him to discreetly touch her during the movie, and he hated that. It was probably best not to play with fire anyway, especially when it was right in front of Liam. He wanted to be where Liam was – holding her hand, sharing her bucket of popcorn, kissing her whenever he felt like it. This fucking sucks.
About halfway through the movie, Bastien poked his head in. “Your Majesty? May I speak with you for a moment?”
“Of course. I’ll be right back, guys.” Liam said, walking out the door.
Bragnae asked the attendant to pause the movie. Maxwell immediately started asking Hana what she thought of the film so far. Drake tuned out the chatter and focused on Bragnae instead. She had turned to face the other two chiming in occasionally with her opinion.
He looked over her body. Her legs curled up next to her. They were within reach, and so was her hand. The lights were still turned off. It would be the perfect cover. He reached over and took a swig from Bragnae’s drink, and after placing it back in the cup holder, he casually slid his hand over to her side of the chair.
His hand flattened against her bare leg. He felt her tense for a moment, no doubt from the surprise of his touch, but then she relaxed as he continued to moved up. Drake slipped his fingers under her hand, and watched as she slowly tightened her grip around him.
She kept a steady conversation going. She was getting better at not getting distracted when she was in front of others. That was good. It meant she was growing more comfortable with him touching her in public. Drake smiled inside. Having this physical contact with her meant so much.
Then, Liam came back. “Hey, Bragnae. Will you come here for a second?”
She immediately let go of Drake’s hand, and stood from her chair casually. Thankfully, the darkness of the room concealed his shameful efforts to intimately touch the queen.
“Go ahead and keep playing the movie, guys. We’ll be right back.” Liam told them, placing a hand on the small of Bragnae’s back as they left the room.
Drake sighed as he begrudgingly settled back into his chair to watch the movie. With Bragnae gone, what the fuck was the point anyway?
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Liam led Bragnae to a small parlor just down the hall from the theater room. It was decorated like a cigar lounge with dark furniture and mahogany walls. There was a small fire place against the far wall, and a round table in the middle of the room.
“What’s going on, Liam?” Bragnae asked, feeling concerned that he took her somewhere more private.
Liam closed the door behind her, sighing as he rubbed his forehead. “My father collapsed again today.”
“Oh no. Is he okay? Should we go see him?”
Liam shook his head. “No, he’s fine. He insisted that I not make a special trip to his room to see him. Only when it was convenient, he said. The doctor told him to do more resting than anything else, and to stay away from anything stressful. He wants to be able to attend your coronation in a few days, so he’s taking the doctor’s orders seriously.” His gaze fell to the floor.
Bragnae raised her eyebrows in surprised. She knew Constantine didn’t like her much, so she was stunned to hear how enthusiastic he was for her to be officially crowned queen. She skimmed her hands over Liam’s chest, stepping into him. “I’m sorry, honey. I know it must be painful to watch him go through this.”
He wrapped his arms around her waist. “It is. I know his time is coming, but it’s just so hard to watch such a strong man succumb to this condition when he never let anything slow him down before.”
Bragnae ran her hands up his neck and into his hair, lightly massaging his head as she spoke. “We’ll just make sure we spend as much time as we can with him.”
He nodded leaning his forehead against hers. “Thank you for being so supportive.”
“Of course. I’d do anything for you.” Bragnae stood on her toes, brushing her lips against his in a tender and loving kiss.
Liam drew back with a smile on his face. “I love your lips. So full of passion and love.” He bent down to take her mouth again, this time more ardently than before. His hands traveled down her backside and to her thighs as he picked her up, setting her down on top of the table.
The wooden surface was cool on her bare legs. She looked up at him seeing a familiar heat in his eyes. He trailed a hand over her breast, and down her body, letting it linger near the hem of her dress.
“I’m a little surprised you’re turned on after hearing about your father.” She smirked up at him, her fingers dancing over the buttons of his shirt.
He chuckled softly. “Well, it’s not because of what I heard that I’m turned on.” He looked over her body, sighing with appreciation. “It’s all you. I can’t help but feel this way when you’re around.” Liam flattened both of his hands on her thighs focusing his attention on them. As his hands slid up, he slowly spread her legs until they were wide enough that he could stand between them.
He pulled her body so it was flush against his. She could feel how hard he was for her already, and gasped as tingles shot to her core.
“I knew this no panties thing would come in handy today.” He smirked down at her.
Bragnae reached for the zipper of his pants, bringing it down as she held his gaze. “That’s why you’re the king. You’re always thinking ahead.” She unbuckled his belt, and popped the button to his slacks open before sliding them and his boxers down his hips, not quite revealing her prize.
Extending her hand past the elastic band of his boxers, she wrapped her fingers around his rock-solid cock. She stroked him gently a few times before releasing him from the fabric. Liam groaned from her touch, watching her hands move against him.
Bragnae drew her hand away slowly, and laid back on the table, keeping her eyes on his the whole time. “Liam, I want you to fuck me right here.”
He pressed his palms onto the wooden surface, leaning over her body. “It would be my pleasure.” He dipped down to kiss her softly. “And yours.”
She shivered with delight as he gripped his cock and guided it into her. Bragnae arched her back as he pushed his way in, moaning from the pleasure she already felt as her walls tightened around him.
Liam gripped her thighs to hold her in place as he thrusted into her over and over. “You look so good sprawled out over the table.”
“It’s so hot watching you drive into me like that.” Even though he still had his shirt on, she could see his bulging biceps strain against the fabric as he worked. His handsome face adorned with a look of fire and determination. He grinned wickedly as his pace and force increased.
Bragnae lost her breath from the intensity of his movements. His pelvis slammed against her clit as he filled her with every thrust, sending a satisfying thrill through her body. Her fingertips gripped the table top, feeling her release beckoning.
Liam grunted. “You’re close, baby. I can feel it. You’re squeezing the shit out of my cock.” He closed his eyes breathing heavily. “You’re going to make me come too fast.”
“Liam… Liam…Liam!” The orgasm struck fiercely, lifting Bragnae off the table with a loud cry that teetered off into ragged breaths before she dropped back down to the table.
“Fuck yes,” he said through gritted teeth. Liam’s pumps slowed until he eventually held still inside her. His head fell back as he exhaled sharply.
Bragnae mustered the strength to sit up so she could wrap her arms around him. She needed to feel his lips on hers, and luckily he felt the same. She reveled in their lazy, but comforting kiss.
“I love you,” she said softly.
Liam kissed her again. “I love you more.”
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Hana helped pluck the eight pound ceremonial crown off Bragnae’s head, and replaced it with a bejeweled golden tiara embellished with rubies and diamonds. She had just been crowned Queen of Cordonia – officially – and now it was time to celebrate.
Liam had invited dignitaries from neighboring kingdoms to her Coronation Ball, and tonight she would be honored. Her elaborate gown was a deep crimson with beads and crystals sewn in throughout. Liam wore a matching coat, and looked stunning as he placed the crown on top of her head.
Three days had passed since she saw her friends for the movie night. Bragnae was swept up in a whirlwind of activities and a jam packed schedule to prepare for her coronation among other things. She hadn’t even had the time to sneak off with Drake, and it was beginning to take its toll.
She’d catch glimpses of him in the hallways, giving him rueful smiles as she passed hoping he understood how busy she was. There wasn’t even time to have a five minute conversation with him, let alone strip their clothes and become one together. It was even hard to find time to be with Liam with as busy as they both were, and they shared a bed at night. Needless to say, Bragnae’s stress level was through the roof, and she was more than happy to be finished with the ceremonial part of the evening.
Hana walked with Bragnae to the entrance of the ballroom where Liam was waiting to escort her.
“There you are Queen Bragnae,” Liam said, bringing her hand to his lips. “Ready for your ball?”
She nodded. “Of course.” Liam held out his bent arm for Bragnae to slink her hand through as the double doors to the ballroom were opened.
The herald stepped forward. “Ladies and gentlemen of Cordonia, distinguished guests. May I present His Majesty King Liam and Her Majesty Queen Bragnae.”
The room erupted in a roaring applause as they made their way through the crowd. Liam led her to the stage where a long table was set up for them and their closest confidants. Once they reached their seats and before they sat down, Liam addressed the crowd.
“Thank you all for joining me on this momentous occasion to celebrate the coronation of our beautiful Queen Bragnae. Please, enjoy the evening as we honor her.” Liam kissed her cheek and sat down as did the rest of the room.
Drake sat on the other side of her husband with Hana to her right. As dinner was served, Bragnae would steal a few glances at Drake when she looked towards Liam. He was wearing a gray suit and looked very handsome. It had felt like such a long time since they last touched, much less spoke, and it was incredibly hard not to dive into a conversation with him without something substantial to say. She didn’t want to give herself away with Liam sitting in between them witnessing the whole thing.
As they finished their meals, Bastien walked up to Liam, lowering his head to speak with him. “Your Majesty, your father would like a word with you. He’s in the royal lounge.”
Liam nodded as he began to stand up. Elegant classical music started playing from the quartet in the corner of the room. Liam cursed low as he straightened his jacket, turning to Drake.
“Drake, would do me a favor and dance with my queen, so she doesn’t miss the first one of the evening? I have to go speak with my father.”
Bragnae’s heart fluttered at her husband’s request. She immediately turned to Drake who was already making a face.
“You’re asking me to dance? Really, Liam?” He asked in his usual snarky tone. Her eyes met his briefly as she waited for their exchange to play out. She couldn’t wait to feel his hands on her again, and Liam was giving them the opportunity.
Liam put a hand on his shoulder. “I know I’m asking a lot of you, old friend, but I just can’t bear to see my lovely wife sit on the sidelines while I have to tend to my father. What do you say?”
Drake looked at the table in front of him and sighed loudly before looking back at Bragnae. “Alright.” She knew he was just keeping with his ruse, but she narrowed her eyes at him anyway for his protests. That prompted a slight smirk from him, and she about fell out of her chair. She had to be careful. She was so hard up for any interaction with Drake that she might just give herself away.
“Wonderful,” Liam said as he leaned over to Bragnae. “I’m sorry I’ll miss this dance, my queen, but you’ll be in good hands.”
That I will. Liam lowered his lips to hers for a sweet kiss. She smiled at him as he pulled away, but couldn’t help it when her eyes flicked to Drake. Even though he knew damn well that she was married to Liam, which meant she’d kiss and make love to her husband, she knew it probably made him uncomfortable to watch. She felt bad when it was directly in his face like that. His unenthused expression validated her thoughts.
As Liam walked away, Drake put his napkin on the table and rose. He took a step towards her and extended his hand. “Your Majesty, may I have this dance?”
She peered up at his dark eyes already feeling lost in them. “Yes, you may.” Slipping her hand into his as she stood sent a shiver down her spine. Immediately, butterflies swarmed her stomach as she ached to be touched more by him.
Drake led her to the dance floor where they took position. As she felt his hand cup her waist, her breath stuttered and her knees grew weak. She looked up at him, her eyes scouring every inch of his handsomely rugged face.
“Stop looking at me like that, Bennett,” he said abruptly as he began to lead her in the dance.
“Like what?”
“Like you want me.”
Bragnae suddenly felt self-conscious and worried she was giving herself away. She swallowed, looking down at his chest before returning her desperate eyes to his.
“Harden your eyes. Pretend I just said something snarky,” he told her in a calm voice.
She followed his direction and narrowed her eyes at him, adding a sassy tilt to her head.
“There you go.” He squeezed his hand around her waist briefly as they continued to dance. “It’s your night. Every person in this room has their eyes on you. Don’t forget that.”
“I know. I just missed you so much. It feels like forever since you last touched me.” She looked to their joined hands trying to collect herself before looking back at his face.
“I miss you too,” he said coolly as he twirled her out of his arms across the dance floor.
She admired his strength and composure. She was so weak compared to him. “You’re so good at this,” she sighed before returning to his arms again. “This is so hard.”
“Come on, Bennett. It’s the Cordonian Waltz. You know this,” he smiled casually down at her.
“No, I meant…”
“I know what you meant. It’s hard for me too. You’ve been busy lately.”
Her fingers lightly caressed the top of his shoulder as they moved. She hoped no one would notice. “I have been, and I hate it. I’m sorry, Drake.”
“Don’t apologize. I know you would have found time if you could have.” He looked stoic with his straight posture and calm demeanor. To the unsuspecting person, he might look like he was bored and just dancing out of obligation.
As the music came to a close, Drake brought Bragnae in close to dip her back slightly. His face closer to hers than it had been the entire dance.
“Drake, if I don’t feel your hands and lips on me soon, I may die.” It may have been dramatic, but she felt every word deep at her core.
“Soon,” he said, bringing her upright again. He bowed to her as she curtsied. “I’ll find you later.”
Drake eye’s connected with hers with a seriousness that made her spine tingle, and then he walked away. Bragnae took a deep breath and began to mingle with the crowd – something she needed to do, but wasn’t in the mood for. She needed to focus her energy on anything else besides being with Drake, and that would be a challenge.
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An hour or so later, Drake stopped at the bar in the back of the room for a glass of whiskey. He saw Liam speaking to Maxwell, so he strolled over to join them.
“She’s really hot. God, look at her,” Maxwell said as he and Liam looked towards a blonde woman wearing a light blue shimmering gown. “I think her name’s Rebecca. I’m going to go talk to her.”
“Go get her, buddy,” Liam cheered him on.
“Hey,” Drake said, taking a sip from his glass. “How’s your night going?”
“Oh, hey, Drake. Good. How about yours?” Liam asked, plucking a flute off of a server’s tray.
“As fancy balls go, it’s not so bad.”
Liam’s eyebrows raised as he took a drink. “High praise. So, have you had a chance to scope out a lucky young lady yet? There’s plenty to choose from.”
Drake’s eyes immediately found Bragnae in the crowd. She was talking to a couple on the opposite side of the room. “Nah.” He let his eyes casually scan the rest of the room. “No one here is really my type.”
Liam scoffed. “Since when do you have a type? They’re women. You fuck them and move on. What’s the big deal?”
He was right. Even though Drake openly showed his distaste for the nobility, it didn’t stop him from taking one to bed in the past. Discreetly at times. His status as a commoner wasn’t publicly appealing to some, but they insisted on Drake showing them a good time anyway. He didn’t care that much, mostly because he was getting laid, but sometimes he cringed at the pathetic irony of it all. He wasn’t good enough to sit at their table, but he was more than qualified to fuck their brains out behind closed doors.
“No one here is really… doing it for me,” he said, taking another swig of whiskey.
“You’re insane. There’s plenty of beautiful women here.” Liam smiled at a pair of women embedded in the crowd not too far from where they were standing.
The dark-haired woman smiled back, wiggling her fingers in an attempt to wave. The strawberry-blonde next to her took a flirtatious stance, simultaneously running her hand down the arm of her friend while biting her lip looking in Liam’s direction.
Drake watched his friend as his gaze focused on the two women. “What are you doing, Liam?”
“What?” He asked keeping his attention on the ladies.
What the fuck? He’s openly flirting with them at his wife’s coronation ball. “You’re checking out other women.”
“It’s okay, Drake. I’m not going to do anything with them.” He continued to smile their way.
The nerve of this asshole. Sure, Drake knew he had no business lecturing someone on ethics, but when it involved potentially hurting Bragnae, he didn’t give a shit. He stepped in front of Liam, blocking his view. “You better not, Liam. You’re married now. Things are different. You can’t just fuck any girl you want anymore.”
Liam scoffed again, gently pushing Drake to the side. “Relax, Drake. I have the most gorgeous woman in the whole kingdom as my wife. I don’t need them. They’re just fun to look at from time to time. No harm in that.”
Whole kingdom? Try the whole fucking world, dickhead. Drake was suddenly very disgusted with his friend. It was as if Liam didn’t truly appreciate what he had, what he claimed as his own. And that pissed him off. One of the ladies beckoned him with a not-so-subtle nod, and Drake watched in shock as Liam strode over to them.
That bastard. Bragnae doesn’t deserve this. If Bragnae was his wife, he’d only have eyes for her. He’d appreciate everything about her. He’d worship and cherish her like the goddess she was. And that’s what he’d do now. Fuck Liam.
Drake finished off the whiskey in his glass and set it down on a server’s tray as he made his way across the room. He sidled up next to Bragnae lightly tapping her on the shoulder. She turned to face him, beaming.
“Your Majesty, may I have a moment of your time?”
“Of course, Drake. One second.” She turned back to the couple she was already speaking with closing out her conversation with them. When they walked away, she shifted her attention back to him.
“What can I do for you?” She asked with hope in her eyes.
Drake took a small step towards her lowering his voice. “Would you like to meet me in my room in 20 minutes?”
“I’d love to,” she replied immediately. “I’ll see then.” She spun around and walked to another group of people who undoubtedly were waiting to speak with her that evening.
Drake grinned as he left the ballroom. He headed straight for his room to wait.
Exactly twenty minutes later, Drake heard the knock on his door. He stood against the wall waiting for her. He didn’t want her to have to wait in the hall for long in case anyone saw her. Opening the door wide, Bragnae smiled and entered his room.
As soon as the door was closed, Drake pushed her against the wall with vigor, kissing her with all the hunger he’d built up over the past four days. Bragnae clutched his back bringing him as close as she could muster. Her eagerness fueled him even more. His tongue found hers in a sensual duel as he pressed into her. She moaned against his mouth running her fingers through his hair and gripping it tight.
The fast paced carnal stimulation coursed through his body making him harder by the second. The gown she wore was thick and he could barely feel the curves of her body, so he started to lift up the heavy fabric when she stopped him.
“No,” she said breathlessly. “Please. I need to feel you touch me everywhere. Take this dress off me.”
The corner of his mouth lifted as he devoured hers again in a passionate kiss. After a moment, she moaned to get his attention. He pulled back to let her speak.
“And don’t mess up my hair.” She smiled.
“Anything else, Your Majesty?” Playful snark dripped from every word.
“Yes, as a matter of fact. Once you get this dress off of me, I want you to fuck me really hard – like you missed me.” Bragnae panted as she bore a sultry look into him.
“That won’t be difficult… because I did. Very much.” Before she could say anything else, Drake spun her around so he could get her out of the dress. He located the zipper immediately. “Thank Christ this is easy to take off of you.”
Bragnae laughed, looking over her shoulder at him with her hands braced against the wall. As soon as the zipper was all the way down, Drake pushed it off her shoulders and down to the floor with ease. She turned to face him as he scooped her up and out of the pile of fabric.
She skipped the bra with this gown, so that was one less obstacle in his way. He tore off his own suit jacket leaving a fitted, white button-up, a gray vest, and the damned tie. He immediately regretted an outfit with so many layers. He started to tug at his tie when Bragnae put her hand over his.
“Here, let me.” She loosened his tie enough to pull it over his head without untying it. Her hands skimmed over his bulging muscles, biting her lip as she looked him over. “You’re so fucking hot, Drake.”
His eyes raked over her body. She still wore a jeweled gold necklace, a black lacy thong, and high heels that accentuated her toned legs amazingly. He blew out a whistle. “Look who’s talking.”
She continued to remove his clothes exposing his chest halfway down.
“Just leave it like that. At least now I can breathe.”
Bragnae frowned. “I wanted to see you, too.”
“There’s not a lot of time, Bennett. We’re sneaking away from a ball in your honor. We better make this quick, so you’re not missed.”
“Okay, but the next time we’re together, I want us both to be completely naked. And I want to take our time, so I can appreciate every inch of you.” She ran her hand down his chest, palming his erection.
Drake groaned. “I promise you next time I won’t be wearing a goddamn thing.” He pulled her in for another kiss. “Now, I believe you wanted to feel my hands everywhere.” He spun her around once again so her back was to his chest.
Bragnae moaned approvingly as Drake nudged her head to the side, laying soft kisses on her neck. She rested her head on his shoulder as his hands cupped both of her breasts, kneading them slowly and rolling her nipples between his fingers. She gasped when he became overzealous and tugged them hard.
He dropped one hand down her stomach, sliding under the fabric of her panties. His fingers circled around her clit before dropping further down to her silky opening. He glided a finger inside her easily groaning along with her.
“I love how wet you get when we’re together,” he whispered against her neck.
“I’m always ready for you, baby.” She curled an arm around his neck, leaning her weight against him as his fingers skated a figure eight over her sensitive skin. “I want you, Drake.”
Oh, thank God. He removed his hand and gently pushed her forward toward his bed, so he stood behind her. Finding the lace with his fingers, he pulled her thong halfway down her legs before undoing his pants. Drake gripped his steel hard cock in his hand and guided himself to her heat. He rubbed his tip where his fingers traced making her tremble.
Bragnae gripped the blankets on the bed as he pushed himself inside her. “Ohmigod. I missed your dick so much.”
Drake chuckled. “And it missed you.” The warmth and softness of her beckoning walls made his knees grow weak. “We’re not going to mess up that pretty little hair-do you got going on, but I am going to fuck the shit outta you. Are you ready?”
“Oh, God yes.”
A wicked grin crossed over his lips. “Hold on.” Drake gripped her hips drawing back slowly, and into her again. And another. And then he thrust into her with all his might. Their bodies connecting in an audible force over and over again.
Bragnae exhaled quick but sweet sounds every time Drake drove into her. Each thrust deeper than the last. His hastened pace, the sight of her luscious body slapping against his, the noises she made, the mind-numbing pleasure of her hot, wet walls contracting around his cock overwhelmed him. He was close… oh, so close to coming. He prayed she’d find her release soon because he couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to. He needed Bragnae and this delicious surrender.
Without warning, Bragnae erupted into a fury of cries. Her lungs singing praises in a chorus of pants and spontaneous moans. Her pussy emphatically embracing his cock. With one more thrust, Drake gave in, satisfying every need in his body.
Letting out shaky breaths, Drake draped himself over Bragnae kissing her back in between breaths. After another moment of enjoying their pleasures, he helped Bragnae to stand, pulling her panties back up. She turned to him looping her arms around his neck.
“That was amazing.” She pulled him down for a tender kiss.
“You’re amazing.” He stroked her cheek with the back of his finger. Looking into her eyes he was reminded of his conversation with Liam earlier. Before him stood an incredible woman in every sense of the word, and Liam took her for granted. A part of him wanted to tell her what he witnessed earlier. If she knew how frivolous Liam was being with other women, maybe she’d want to leave him.
“Bragnae,” he said, taking a deep breath. “You’re beautiful, smart, and sexy as hell. You make me so happy. I love you.” He couldn’t do it. Not because he’d be ratting out Liam. No. Fuck him. He couldn’t tell her because it would hurt her, and he wouldn’t be the one to do that. Not again.
An endearing smile transformed her lips. “I love you, Drake. You make me very happy, too.” Their mouths met again in a loving kiss that lingered.
Drake helped her into her dress after tucking himself back into his suit. He’d happily wear Bragnae’s glaze on his dick for the rest of the night. He couldn’t claim much when it came to her, but at least he’d have this memento from their time together.
Drake peeked outside his door to make sure the hallway was clear. No one was coming in either direction. He closed the door again, peering back at Bragnae who was looking herself over in his mirror, straightening her dress and ensuring her hair was in place.
He couldn’t help but smile. “You look great.”
She beamed, walking over to him. “I feel great.” She rose to her tip toes to kiss him, playfully tugging at his lower lip with her teeth. “We better get going.”
Drake opened the door stepping out before Bragnae. As soon as she cleared the doorway, he turned to lock the door. She pulled him into another quick kiss.
“What the hell is going on?” A familiar, indignant voice demanded behind them.
They broke their kiss immediately. Drake spun around. His heart caught in his throat when he saw Constantine standing before them livid. Frozen, wide-eyed and unable to speak, Drake’s mind raced searching for anything he could use as an excuse.
Constantine stepped forward looking at Drake. “You should be ashamed of yourself. You’re Liam’s best friend. How could you go behind his back like this? You’re a pathetic, commoner filth, and I hope Liam shows you no mercy.”
Drake snapped out of his stunned trance, narrowing his eyes at the former king.
Constantine focused his wrath on Bragnae next. “And you. I was right to paint you as the whore you are. You’re filling that role quite well, young lady.”
Drake instinctively stepped in front of Bragnae to protect her. Rage brewed inside him. He wouldn’t get away with speaking to her like that.
“Say what you will about me, but you will not speak to her that way.” Drake clenched his fists tightly considering whether or not to hit the old man.
Constantine scoffed. “I call it like I see it, and she is a whore. What would your father say if he saw how you are disgracing the Crown? Betraying your best friend? It’s deplorable—,” the former king’s sudden coughing cut off his sentence.
Bragnae took a step forward to reach out to him, but Drake held her back. They watched as Constantine struggled to compose himself as the coughing continued. He clutched his chest gasping for air that was blocked by more coughing.
Drake, filled with a burning hatred for the man, watched as Constantine dropped to the floor attempting to catch his breath, but was not successful. The former king lay on his back as one last wheezing inhale was made before the life drained out of his eyes and his body went limp.
Bragnae gasped, bringing her hands to cover her mouth.
Drake bent down putting his fingers to Constantine’s throat to check for a pulse. There was no way he was walking away from this not being certain the asshole was dead. Satisfied that he no longer lived, Drake stood again.
His eyes darted back and forth as he formulated a plan. He turned to Bragnae, grabbing her arms to get her attention. After a second, she shook herself finding his eyes. Fear and shock consumed her. “Go find Liam, and tell him you saw his father struggling to breathe, and he needs help. Go now.”
Bragnae stared at him for a second before looking back at Constantine. “But…”
“Bragnae,” he said firmly, “go!” He gave her a light push to get her moving. Drake watched her hustle down the hallway.
Clenching his teeth, he glared at Constantine’s lifeless body feeling grateful his and Bragnae’s secret remained safe.
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hopetofantasy · 4 years
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“The great success of the Flemish youth series wtFOCK: rather controversy than taboo.”
- Translated LGBT news article -
The "secret" TV program wtFOCK was in 2019 the most popular searched word on Google in Belgium. The online series, which is currently in its third season, is fully focused on young people. Many parents and adults didn’t know about the existence of this series. But what makes the series so popular? Mega popular The popularity of 'wtFOCK' can not be underestimated. A survey conducted last year by Telenet on 3000 Flemish youngsters, where the latter were asked to spontaneously sum up their favorite programs, showed that only the international hit series "Game Of Thrones" scored better. Even when at the start, the series made little to no advertising. The marketing around wtFOCK, which was fully based on the Scandinavian concept called Skam, revolves around the fact that young people need to discover the show itself. "Because the series is really for and by young people, we decided to forgo any major marketing campaign, it just does not fit with the concept," said Ils Neuts, head of entertainment at Telenet.
And that’s exactly one of the reasons why the series is so popular. Young people get something that’s 'exclusively' for them, since their parents or teachers don’t know anything about it, what they can discuss among themselves. When someone asks them what it's about, they can say "oh, nothing", and the adults would believe them, too.
Homosexuality As you read before on this website, the tv series wtFOCK recently showed the story of a gay couple for the first time this explicitly. They showed long scenes  where the two boys kiss each other, make love and even have a steamy scene in the shower. And even though they don’t show everything in these scenes, it’s already so much more than other youth series and films, where they avoid the subject of homosexuality and don’t dare to visualize it. wtFOCK never shuns anything and displays all issues affecting young people.
The third season of the original series Norwegian was by far the most popular. In Flanders, it appears to be no different. It pushes a male character to the front: Robbe wrestles with his homosexual feelings. He falls in love with a mysterious newcomer, and their relationship puts a strain on other people’s lives as well. The current season was also the most controversial, even for the youth themselves. Not only because of the gay lead, where even adults still can learn a lot about tolerance, but also the many shocking clips. Robbe not only suffers from a severe depression, he was also beaten up because he was kissing a boy. Moreover, he considered to commit suicide. "What a scary clip", was said on social media. "Can you put a trigger warning the next time? For some, it’s really triggering. " Yet, it can not be said wtFOCK doesn’t anticipate such reactions. At the end of each clip they refer young people to the help sites, if needed. They have even designed one themselves: watwat.be.
More realism It’s also true that many other viewers, who are still in the majority, praise the Flemish remake because of the more realistic representation of a coming-out. "In the original Norwegian version, his orientation was so quickly accepted by everyone around him that it was no longer credible," they say. "This time they have at least recognized how difficult it really can be, even today, unfortunately." To top it off, Sander -  Robbe’s new love - is fighting against bipolar disorder. A storyline that also brings psychological problems up for discussion. Youth vs. parents Young people not only think of wtFOCK as a source of entertainment, but also a platform for their own questions and concerns. The tv series is recognizable and does not dance around difficult topics. It's probably one of the few series that realistically reflects the lives of modern youth.
Parents may not like it, but yes, young people in high school are drinking alcohol, use drugs and have sex. Topics that many youth series either completely ignore the topic or cut the scene at that exact time. wtFOCK took another approach. We see a bunch of bros smoking pot in a bathtub, while the rest of their friends - one floor down -  binge drink at a party. Two girls are kissing in the living room. Two boys making love together? No problem, and when it happens to be in a shower where there is nothing to hide? Gladly, even.
Do not worry, we also see the painful consequences, such as a heavy hangover or an embarrassing visit to the doctor, very clearly. Moreover, during a first time having sex, we see teens looking for condoms in a nightstand. And when we see a depressed Robbe standing on the edge of the Scheldt after he saw his love kissing another, we hear the next morning that he needs to go to a psychologist. Which he does.
wtFOCK doesn’t deny drinking or drug problems, but gives pieces of correct information without pointing a finger in a media landscape where programs are sometimes patronizing. They don’t say ‘don’t do it', but 'here is how to solve it." Two male minors who play out their romance openly on the screen, is advanced in a completely different way. The show doesn’t care about the question “Why we shouldn’t do this" and focuses on "why we SHOULD do this”.
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Source: http://www.holebi.info/phpnews/kortnews.php?action=fullnews&id=18098
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upstartpoodle · 4 years
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Moving Forward (Prologue)
Rating: T
Relationships: Dwight & George, George & Ross, George & Cary, past George/Elizabeth
Summary: When George saves Ross' life from the French General, Hanson decides to take immediate revenge. Stuck at Nampara, seriously injured, he and the Poldarks must learn to get along as he recovers in order to eliminate the threat that Hanson and his brother pose for good.
@harry-leroy, @forcebros, @ticketybooser I’ve finally decided to start posting the post s5 AU, if only to encourage me to get on and write the rest of it ha.
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“Well, gentlemen, now that this…inconvenient matter is being dealt with, I think it is time that I take my leave.”
Sir George Warleggan forced his knee to stop bobbing nervously up and down as the loathsome Mr Merceron stood from his seat in Trenwith’s parlour, the smug, self-satisfied look on his weathered face quite horrible to behold. His mind was in a whirl at the sight—had been ever since the man had suggested passing on proof of Ross Poldark’s attempt at espionage to General Toussaint, thereby likely seeing his longstanding rival killed and the report of the proposed French invasion of the south west suppressed. He had not, at first, quite believed that such a thing was being said to him. As unscrupulous as he had often been in his own business dealings, a scheme which would leave a man, however disliked, dead by collaborating with one who meant both his home county and his country at large great harm was going a little too far even for him. And yet, it seemed as if Merceron and his horrid brother were quite satisfied to use the French to rid themselves of a nuisance to them, consequences be damned, and it had left George without the slightest idea of what to say or do in response to their plots.
“Will you not stay for another drink?” his uncle asked, eyebrow raised. George glanced over at him, trying for what seemed like the hundredth time that evening to gauge his feelings with regards to the night’s rather alarming proceedings. Cary did not appear to be overtly concerned—he was of a kind with Merceron when it came to ruthlessness, in ways that had made his nephew uncomfortable in the past on a number of occasions—but not so long ago he had agreed that some distance from the two men would be preferable, for the sake of their own reputations if nothing else. For what, then, did he wish now?
Merceron seemed about to reply to the offer, but whether it had been to accept or deny it, they never found out, for George cut across him as politely as he could.
“Uncle, I am sure Mr Merceron is tired after the day’s events,” he said. “It is very late, and he shall no doubt wish to return to his lodgings in Truro.”
Despite his courteous words, his tone brooked no argument. There was a short pause, before Merceron inclined his head in George’s direction. There was a slight smile upon his face, but the twist of his lips greater resembled a grimace, his eyes cold, like two pieces of hard flint set deep beneath the ridge of his cruel brow.
“You are quite right,” he agreed, and though his tone was mild, George sensed that he was not entirely pleased. “I must return to Truro. Mr Warleggan—(he nodded to Cary)—when we next meet, I hope that our…little problem will be no more, and our reputations shall be restored. Sir George, if you would perhaps be so kind as to show me to the door? There is a matter I wish to discuss with you.”
“By all means.” The request was not quite polite, and George would have very much liked to refuse, but the look in Merceron’s eye told him that he would not leave until he got what he wanted. With that in mind, he pushed himself out of his seat and followed out through the door and into the hall.
“I sense, Sir George,” Merceron remarked once the door to the parlour had been closed behind him with a soft click, “that you are not entirely comfortable with this plan.”
George opened his mouth to deny it, but Merceron held up a hand to silence him. He glared at the man, wishing to make it abundantly clear that he did not appreciate being shushed like a contrary child.
“I understand why you might be concerned—(George had to bite his tongue to stop himself from retorting “that, I very much doubt”)—but I assure you, none of this shall ever be attached to your name. If all goes well, nobody will even know that anyone was involved at all, save for Poldark and the General, of course. Enys might suspect something, but who would listen to his word over mine?”
George was sorely tempted to point out that as the Enyses had, in spreading the word about Merceron’s mistreatment of his prisoners, managed to do some severe damage to the man’s reputation, it was quite possible that Dwight’s testimony would be taken very seriously, if not by various official persons, then by the court of public opinion. Still, he did not think it wise to rile the man, nor to remind him of the fact that Ross was not his sole enemy in Cornwall, and so he quashed the urge before he could make any imprudent observations.
“And if all does not go well?,” he said instead. “If your brother is caught, if his part in this scheme is discovered, it will not take long for your name to be connected to the whole business as well.”
Merceron smiled then, that cold, cold smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He looked like a shark, George thought, cruel and emotionless.
“Oh, there shall be no risk of that, Sir George,” he replied. “If my half-brother should be so foolish as to be caught in the act, so to speak, I shall be the first to condemn him for his deplorable plots. I am well-known amongst those who matter as a man dedicated to the service of His Majesty and this country against the Jacobins and their sympathisers, and Ralph and I have never been…close. Naturally, no suspicion shall be attached to me.”
What you are is a traitor, George thought. A filthy, cruel, horrid traitor and an arrogant hypocrite, prepared to torture those you deem Jacobin criminals whilst using those of the same sympathies to rid yourself of a man whom you have deemed troublesome to you, who would be willing—even happy—to abandon your family, loathsome though he is, to the consequences of your shared scheme, just as long as you remain unscathed. It was then that he realised that he could not simply sit at Trenwith, hoping that this whole mess would somehow resolve itself. He would have to do something, would have to intervene. But how?
“I see,” he returned, trying to keep the coldness out of his voice. If he wished for Merceron to leave, he would have to let him believe that he had succeeded in persuading him not to protest the plan. “Well, please do not let me keep you, Mr Merceron. The roads here can be dangerous so late at night, and I should not wish to delay your return to Truro.”
Merceron did not move, staring at him narrowly.
“I should be pleased to hear that I have set your mind at ease on the matter,” he said. “It is unwise for allies to disagree when one wishes for one’s plans to succeed.”
George swallowed, mind racing. He needed to think of a plan of his own, needed to get rid of Merceron before it became too late to act.
“I see that there is little risk of the reputations of my family and myself being harmed by tonight’s events, whatever they may be” he lied through his teeth. “And if you feel that Mr Hanson’s actions, no matter how successful they are, shall not reflect on either of our…sympathies, I have no further objections to offer you.”
Merceron nodded, brisk and satisfied.
“Good, good,” he said. “Well, Sir George, I shall take my leave of you. If you do not object, I will take the liberty of calling upon you in the morning, where I hope to bring you good news.”
With those words, he turned on his heel and left through the heavy front door, without waiting to hear any potential objections to his visiting the next day that might have been issued. His departure did little to ease George’s mind, however. He had wasted too much time dithering, and he needed to act at once. A vague plan was beginning to form in his mind, but did he have the nerve or the daring to carry it out?
“Trigg!,” he called into the shadows once he was entirely sure that Merceron was gone. “Trigg!”
“Sir?” The footman stepped silently out into the candlelight, livery immaculate and face expressionless underneath his powdered wig.
“Trigg, would you be so good as to fetch me a pistol?,” he said, then, remembering that Hanson had been armed when he left Trenwith, amended his request. “Actually, it might be best if you bring me two.”
Trigg, who was usually so poised and professional, seemed to choose that moment to forget all the training he had ever received. He stared openly at his employer, utterly baffled.
“Two…pistols, sir?,” he asked, dumbfounded. “But whatever might you do with two pistols?”
His confusion was understandable—George had never been a shooting man, and even if he were, it was hardly likely that he would be inclined to shoot pheasant or whatever it was that such people hunted in pitch darkness—but the urgency of the situation had lead him to be, perhaps unfairly, a little short with the man.
“What one usually does with pistols, I imagine,” he replied, a bite of impatience in his voice. “I certainly don’t intend to dance the gavotte with them.”
Unfortunately, this only served to make Trigg more baffled.
“Should I call for Dr Enys, sir?”
George fought the urge to throw up his hands in frustration. Would this be his lot in life now—condemned to have his staff finding evidence that he was deranged in every out of the ordinary request he ever made? He heard the grandfather clock in the parlour begin to chime. No time, no time.
“For goodness’ sake, man,” he snapped. “I assure you I am not suffering under some unexpected fit of lunacy. Now please, make haste. I must go to Nampara, and as it is likely currently inhabited by an angry French General and a man with two pistols and no morals to speak of, it would be imprudent of me to arrive there unarmed.”
Some measure of comprehension began to dawn on Trigg’s face, clearly possessed of some inclination of what the two half-brothers had been planning, and, for once, George thanked God and the Devil for servants who listened at doors. If he wished to protest the prospect of his master flinging himself into imminent danger, he quickly masked any sign of it, and with a polite “of course, sir”, we went about his task with all possible swiftness. George felt himself relax only marginally.
“George!” Any relief that he had felt at Trigg obeying his orders was stamped out as his uncle stepped suddenly out through the parlour door to join him in the hall, a dark, angry look on his sour face. “What the devil are you doing?!”
George could only presume that Cary had overheard the last part of his exchange with Trigg, and from his expression, had been none too pleased with its contents. He swallowed nervously. The footman was one thing, but how on earth was he going to persuade his uncle?
“I am going to Nampara,” he said as calmly as he could. “This plan… Uncle, surely you see that they have gone too far?”
“It is perhaps a little…,” Cary conceded, just barely, working his jaw in displeasure. “But that is no reason for you to put yourself in danger! You—”
“But do you not see?!,” George exclaimed in exasperation. He needed to go, before it was too late. “These ‘Merceron devils’, as you term them, will put us all in danger if their scheme succeeds. What do you suppose General Toussard shall do should his plans remain undiscovered? You know he harbours ill intentions towards Cornwall, and to England, and I cannot in good conscience allow knowledge of his dealings to be suppressed.”
Cary threw up his hands in frustration.
“But why must it be you?!,” he barked. “What possible—?”
“Who else will intervene? Merceron has ensured well enough that nobody else will know of it.”
His uncle looked as if he were about to say something, but at that moment, Trigg returned with two loaded pistols in his hands. George moved to take them, but Cary’s hand shot out to seize his upper arm, stopping him in his tracks. He fought back a wince as the bony fingers dug into his flesh.
“I will not permit this” the man growled, eyes flashing, giving him a little shake to emphasise his words. George sent him a defiant look, tugging his arm sharply out of his grip.
“It is not for you to permit me anything,” he replied caustically. “I am no longer a child that you may scold into submission. Or do you perhaps mean to become my jailer once more? You will not find that so easy whilst I have all my wits about me.”
He had not forgotten the man’s role in subjecting him to the awful treatments of Dr Penrose, and apparently, neither had his uncle, for an uncomfortable look that seemed ill-suited to his dour countenance stole across his face, effectively silencing his protests. George sent him one last glare, before taking the pistols from Trigg, who had been standing silently to the side, pretending not to notice that his two employers were arguing fiercely in front of him. It seemed that Cary was not completely finished, however, for, before George could reach the door, he spoke once more.
“For God’s sake, nephew, do not do this!,” he cried. “Not for the sake of a man like Poldark!”
George turned back to meet his gaze, one hand resting against the heavy wooden door.
“It is not for his sake that I am doing this.”
And with that, he stepped through the doorway and out into the cold night air, without looking back.
***
He rode as fast as he could, glad of the full moon that hung high in the night sky—he wouldn’t have fancied his chances of arriving on time without it, at least not without running the risk of plummeting straight over a cliff in the dark. As it was, he made good time to Nampara, only allowing his horse to slow when the shambling old house came into sight. He thought he could just about make out a light in the window as he dismounted, but as he approached, nervously adjusting his grip on the two pistols Trigg had given him, he saw that something was wrong. Even though there was a low fire crackling in the grate of the parlour, there was nobody in the room. Nor could he hear any kind of movement from the house. Was he already too late? There didn’t seem to be any sign of a struggle, but nevertheless neither Ross nor Hanson were there. In that case, where could they be?
It was then that he noticed the faint sound of metal clashing upon metal drifting on the wind from a nearby barn. Was that…? He strained his ears, and again and again he heard it, clearer and more distinct now that he was listening for it. He crept forward cautiously, his grip on the two pistols white-knuckled, and, careful not to be heard or seen, slipped through the doorway and into the cavernous darkness, lit only by the thin beams of moonlight shining through the slats of the worn roof.
Well, he thought as he took in the scene that lay before him. You wanted to find both Ross and Hanson, and now you have. The reason behind that sound of clashing metal had become apparently clear the moment he had stepped into the barn—Ross was engaged in a fierce duel with a man whom George could only presume was General Toussaint, blades flashing as they danced furiously in the faint moonlight. Beyond them stood Hanson and—much to his surprise—Demelza, who looked pale and drawn and worried. Hanson still had one of his pistols, he saw, and was watching the two men fight with the calculating precision of a snake waiting to strike.
All of a sudden, it seemed as if Ross were about to overpower the General, and it was then that Hanson uncoiled, levelling his pistol directly between the man’s shoulders. George knew that he could no longer afford to wait. Almost without thinking, he raised the first pistol and pulled the trigger.
The bang was deafening, and so startled by it were the other inhabitants of the barn that they barely seemed to notice as General Toussaint crumpled into a heap on the floor like a marionette whose strings had been cut. Ross staggered forward as his opponent collapsed, searching about him for the source of the noise. His expression of wide-eyed astonishment, so out of place on his usually scowling countenance, would have amused George in any other situation, but a movement out of the corner of his eye, past the other man’s shoulder, had caught his attention. Hanson. The man had floundered at the sight of him, stunned by the sudden turn of events, but as the General crumpled down upon the floor, and he came to understand exactly what it was that had happened, his expression turned black with rage. The movement which had caught George’s eye, he realised, was the pistol meant for Ross having found a new target. In a split second, he knew what the man was about to do. Eyes wide and alarmed, he pointed his second gun towards his would-be assailant and, forcing down the instinct to hesitate, pulled the trigger.
In the chaos of the moment, it was unclear which of them had fired first. Sparks flew, and George felt the smell of gunpowder sting in his nose, Hanson’s yell of pain echoing in his ears amid the reverberations of the shots. Other people were shouting as well, he thought, but it all seemed strangely distant as he noticed a sudden, sharp pain in his side. The pistols slipped from his hand as the world tilted alarmingly, but there was no accompanying thud to the ground, as if someone had caught him from behind. More shouting, desperate and urgent, but his world had narrowed entirely to that pain, a strange darkness beginning to encroach on his vision. There was a reason why he should try to fight it, he thought, but he could not remember why. Yes, why?
Well, at least I might see Elizabeth again, was the last thing he thought before he allowed the blackness to swallow him whole.
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Take what I wrote before getting distracted by something shiny. I’m not going to proofread it or attempt to remember how this came to be. Read more because 1) length 2) suggestive themes in one part. Warning: It’s dumb, but, I mean the whole premise is crack
It was all because of Roxas.
Those words were a perpetual reoccurrence in Axel's second life. The reasoning behind countless life decisions, good and bad, but predominantly the former since he couldn't bring himself to consider even the ones with heavy consequences if they involved the man that had breathed life and love back into his existence. In particularly romantic times, the fiery keyblade wielder would claim that it was because of Roxas that his lungs filled and emptied and he continued to exist, every exhale a tribute and whisper of the blonde's name. Such claims though were usually met with rolled eyes and uneven blotches of red that looked more like hives or fever than blushing and were all the more endearing for it, paired with a grumble that he shut up and stop being so cheesy from the object of his affection himself.
They were also paired with less life and death actions. It was all because of Roxas Axel got his head stuck in between the slots of the banister in Elsa's ice palace and had to be carved free and then wait for the remains to melt off him. It was all because of Roxas he had to keep buying new clothes, and not just because of tears and popped buttons that were casualties of overeager fingers but because ice cream once a day and sometimes more, replacing meals, was not something he could sustain and remain a rail now that he was fully human without the magic metabolism of a Nobody perpetually in his ideal state (Roxas had crowed that Axel may one day even have an actual ass to speak of, and after the redhead's subsequent, calculated pouting had been forced to show him how he appreciated what ass Axel did have now). It was all because of Roxas and his insistence on buying what was on sale, and that he knew best and paint always ended up more faded when applied to large areas than on paint chips that the walls of their apartment were such a very bright green that it scared Xion's dog, Dinah. Though it was Axel's fault partially for not questioning Roxas's knowledge when he knew full well that he'd once had to teach Roxas and Xion what paint was.
This time, it was all Roxas's fault that the scarf collection began.
What was Axel supposed to do but add a new ever present accessory to his wardrobe when Roxas ran over to a stall in the Agrabah market without even being summoned by the ever present yelling of one of the vendors trying to entice passersby and only managing to produce an intimidating cacophony of conflicting overzealous squawking that tended to repel Axel for one ( though he supposed it had to work on some people if they kept doing it) and ran back with a stretch of silken material in brilliant emerald interspersed with gold swoops and coils and clutches of blue and red flowers in busy bunches trailing through the air behind him like a banner?
"It's the color of your eyes!" Roxas had exclaimed in explanation, throwing the prize around Axel's neck, smiling brighter than the glaring sun, intensity enough to cast away every bit of grating sand and even more grating annoyance that Yensid had sent them to the desert world for the fourth time that month when he knew for a fact Sora and Kairi were both available but kept getting assigned new worlds, and keeping his hands twisted in the ends so he could use the scarf as a yoke to pull Axel's head down in order to kiss him without the need to stretch or press himself close enough enough that a simple kiss would lead to distracting thoughts and temptations not fit for a public marketplace.
Warmth settled in Axel's chest beyond even the usual warmed caramel slow melt that Roxas tended to inspire as the redhead reached up and pinched the water soft material of the scarf between two fingers and slid the calloused pads of his fingers along its coolness. "Thank you, I love it. I used to wear scarves a lot back in Radiant Garden before...." his smile turned sheepish and slightly pained in the way it still too often did when speaking even of happy memories from his first life as Lea. "Well, before." When Roxas let go, he looped the scarf a few more times around his neck, pulled to make the loops loose, and tucked the ends under. "Looks good," he said with far too much confidence for someone without a mirror and wearing a yellow and orange kurta and pants to blend in with the locals that didn't as much compliment the colors of the material circling his neck as directly contest them.
"You don't match," Roxas had done his part to inform him. The scarf would bring a pop of color to Axel's usual wardrobe of mostly black.
"I know," Axel seemed to relish the words, a smile crinkling the corners of eyes that lit in a way that Roxas could only compare to the times Axel greeted friends after long absences.
It became a self-perpetuating cycle. Axel would wear scarves because Roxas would buy them and look so immensely pleased with himself that his partner was surprised he didn't start humming. Roxas continued buying them because Axel looked at each one like it completed him.
Then it carried beyond that. Far beyond.
Roxas slacked to just taking pictures of interesting scarves he saw and sending them to Axel's gummi phone. Twilight Town hardly ever dipped below temperate, and even though many of the scarves Axel now owned were pure fashion statements, most were thicker and several of the infinity scarves were now part of woven together, braided scarf trios that increased their thickness as well as their propensity to clash hideously with whatever Axel wore, something he seemed to consider a bonus instead of a deterrent, ever the enigma, the man who considered walking outside without making sure his winged eyeliner was perfectly even a crime and was occasionally known to vainly fuss over his hair as if tending a firstborn child, but now took glee in mixing stripes with checks. Besides, Axel now owned scarves in the double digits. Roxas felt silly carrying on with impulse buying. They could be a fun fallback birthday or holiday gift now, but how many scarves did Axel really need?
The answer to the question Roxas luckily hadn't asked aloud was answered after he came home one night to see Axel cooking dinner with a scarf knitted to look like a giant strip of bacon that he hadn't seen before.
"New present from Namine?" After the artist had spent a month with Rapunzel, Eugene, and Cassandra (an event that caused the Guardians of Light to start taking bets on whether the handmaiden had influenced the length of her stay until Namine had upset all assumptions by announcing she was moving to Todayland and then proceeded to spam Kingstagram with pictures of her with Wilbur Robinson) she'd come back with several new talents she now was very likely to send examples to her friends. They'd already been sent matching knitted beanies in sea salt blue and a set of looped potholders.
"No, I've had this for a bit," Axel had answered vaguely, and Roxas had accepted it, easily distracted by the fact that the bacon scarf and a novelty apron with a racing ketchup and mustard bottle and the caption "I relish the fact that you mustard up the will to ketchup with me" was all Axel was wearing to cook dinner.
"Xion isn't home?" he asked unnecessarily.
One burnt dinner later, Roxas found himself with his wrists tied together with the bacon scarf, whining in protest as Axel pulled away and left him lying alone and terribly neglected on the bed, muttering under his breath about blindfolds as he searched through his top dresser drawer.
"Your scarves are hanging up in the closet. Remember? I got you that scarf rack to hang them all off of." It technically had been advertised as a hanging tie rack but a tie rack wasn't something they needed.
"Those are only some of the ones from you, a few everyday ones and ones I want to display," Axel tossed out casually like the sentence was perfectly normal as he slid open the second dresser drawer down--the one Roxas knew to skip over when he was putting away clothes after his turn doing laundry because Axel had started using it for overflow from the memory boxes of old papers, WINNER popsicle sticks, and the like he kept on the top shelf of the closet--only to have it explode with multicolored material that had apparently been shoved into every nook the dresser drawer had to offer, compressed until it became spring loaded. Axel did not appear to be bothered by the comical display. "My less important scarves are in here. Might need another drawer soon." It's said absently, the blissful unawareness of the hoarder who doesn't see a problem.
Roxas constricted the muscles of his stomach in an attempt to sit up without use of his arms or hands and turned toward his boyfriend, amused.  "You have been hiding scarves?"
"Not hiding," a slip of defensiveness entered Axel's voice. "The box in the guest room is just because I haven't gotten a chance to unpack the ones Isa sent from Radiant Garden yet."
"Your old scarves?" That changed things in Roxas's eyes. He wouldn't make fun of any attempt of Axel's to regain and reclaim a happier past.
"No, the Restoration Committee had a town garage sale as a community event. I told Isa to buy me any interesting pieces and send them with the next gummi ship. I think he threw in a couple he bought too." Axel faced the bed with a bright red woolen scarf with white reindeer and snowflakes in one hand and a flimsy thing with cherry blossoms that had probably started its life as a woman's shawl in the other. "Is the mood still on or do you want me to help you out of that knot?" He gestured toward Roxas's tied hands with a flick of the hand that sent a waterfall ripple down the cherry blossom scarf.
"Mood's a little off," Roxas wriggled his wrists to keep feeling in his hands. "But nothing that can't be reclaimed. One question first though. There's a whole box in the guest room....besides the drawer and the scarf rack?"
Axel shoved scarves back into the drawer by the handful, only keeping out a thin black and blue striped fuzzy cashmere. "Nobody's using the third bedroom since you moved into mine. I don't see a problem. I'll move the box in here."
"The problem isn't cluttering the bedroom," Roxas trailed off as Axel approached the bed.
"Then what's the problem? They make me happy."
"...Then I guess I'm happy."
The decision that there was no problem just added to it. Scarves no longer confined to hiding spots were now found draped over lamps like decoration, hanging from fan blades like streamers, discarded on chairs when ones that were worn were taken off under the excuse they were just forgotten when the truth, that space to put them away neatly was limited, was apparent. They multiplied as if breeding. Roxas feared he'd have to host an intervention. Xion, for her part, was ready to co-host, insisting that Axel's collection wasn't normal. "I have a seashell collection. It doesn't take over our whole apartment!"
Intervention proved not to be necessary though. Axel got the situation under control on his own, after a fashion at least. It started with losing control entirely, and before that, a trip to Monstropolis.
[And then Axel buys a scarf that turns out to be alive and have a mind of its own. Whoops. It plays nice and docile for awhile but then starts strangling him or jumps off his neck to strangle someone else when it becomes enraged seeing so many of its fellows lying “”dead”” around the Sea Salt Trio’s apartment. They would make quick work of the scarf but it has many, many places to hide in camouflage and proves able to swap its pattern with another scarf if it touches it. Thus the hunt begins. But who is hunting who? ] 
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