#Mrs. Hemingway quotes

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Hello! I love future games! It's one of my favorite fics! If it's not too much to ask, I was wondering if you could share a list of all the books referenced/ will be referenced in your fic? Thank you so much❤️

Oh my gosh, this is such as amazing question and not too much to trouble at all, thank you for asking! 

So, I’ve broken this down into a few categories for convenience:

Explicit References - these are books that are mentioned either by title or otherwise overtly.

Implicit References -  these are books that either have been used as inspiration or else more covert allusions are made.

Future References - while I don’t have a comprehensive list of this because I am currently writing chapter 46 and there is still quite a bit or story to go, I definitely have some idea of things that will be used in the future stored in my notes. These are given without context to not spoil where this story is going.

Explicit References:

Hamlet, Shakespeare (Chapter 2) - Dio directly quotes the What a Piece of Work is Man soliloquy.

Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte (Chapter 3)  - What Dio is reading that spurs on their first discussion about kindness and cruelty and the cycles of abuse.

 Lord of the Rings, J.R.R. Tolkien (Chapter 3, 5, etc.)  - The quote that Reader says to Dio about people deserving death comes from Lord of the Rings. Later, she reads it to him and it is the catalyst for how he figures out that she’s from the future. 

The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, Mark Tawin (Chapter 4)  -Mostly played for laughs because Dio says Reader is “dreadfully American.” 

A Picture of Dorian Grey, Oscar Wilde (Chapter 9) - Reader waxes lyrically about it being released in the near future; I think there are a ton of parallels to Dorian and Dio, that’s why I couldn't resist.

Not to a specific book, but reader says Dio would like Hemingway, that one was really just a shout out the place that I was born, but the disillusion of the 20th century (especially in The Sun Also Rises) is both poignant and relevant. 

The Scarlet Letter, Nathaniel Hawthorne  (Chapter 11)  - Reader is likened to Hester Prynne when discussing Victorian propriety regarding sex / virginity.

Little Women, Louisa May Alcott (Chapter 12, 18, 20, 30) - Reader tells Dio that it was one of her favorite books as a child so he buys it for her for Christmas.

A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens (Chapter 12, 20) - Again, mostly played for laughs, when Reader tell’s Dio she’ll haunt him like the ghosts in the book.

Walden, Henry David Thoreau (Chapter 18)- Reader compares her reserved lifestyle to Thoreau because she hasn't been able to keep many close relationships since her arrival in the 19th century.

Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy (Chapter 20) - Reader gifts this book to Dio, no one will EVER tell me that he does not like lengthy Russian novels.

Daisy Miller, Henry James (Chapter 20) - Reader makes an attempt to seduce Dio with her wit, referencing this book to incite the discussion of Victorian morality.

Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte (Chapter 23) - Dio talks about Mr. Rochester as an example of a complex male lead.

Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen (Chapter 23) - Conversely, Reader likes Mr. Darcy and they debate it because they are dorks. Also, reader’s character is heavily inspired by Elizabeth. 

Implicit References:

The Brothers Karamazov, Fyodor Dostoevsky - I really wanted this to be the book that was gifted to Dio, but it hadn’t been translated into English in 1888, it still didn’t stop me from paying subtle homage. 

Notes From the Underground, Fyodor Dostoevsky - The turn of phrase about overthinking being a disease is taken from this book because, again, no one will shift my head canon that Dio loves Russian novels.  Honestly, I've taken so much inspiration from Dostoevsky in general.

The House of the Seven Gables, Nathaniel Hawthorne - I’ve used some of this story to lean into the theme of ‘what it means to be haunted’ (can fanfics have overt themes and motifs???) because we see Dio actively haunted by his past, especially by Dario in metaphysical sense that his trauma is often likened to things that are preternatural.

The Sound and the Fury, William Faulkner - The content of this book isn’t ever mentioned, but I was inspired by the use of disjointed time when I wrote about the way Dio’s recalls his trauma in Chapter 19.

The Nether World, George Gissing - I’ve used this as sort of an account of what poverty in the London slums looked like.

Faraday, Maxwell, and the Electromagnetic Field, Nancy Forbes & Basil Mahon - I was forced to read this as part of my coursework for my engineering degree, but I’ve depended on it a lot for Reader’s research. Lord knows why I decided to make her a chemist when I was terrible at chemistry.

Future References:

- A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Shakespeare 

- ‘Salem’s Lot, Stephen King

- The Princess and the Goblin, George MacDonald 

- Tess of the d’Urbervilles, Thomas Hardy

- The Prince, Machiavelli 

- A Study in Scarlet, Arthur Conan Doyle 

- The Hound of the Baskervilles, Arthur Conan Doyle

- The Bell Jar (and just Sylvia Plath in general) 

- Oliver Twist, Charles Dickens 

- Dead Souls, Nikolai Gogol 

- Middlemarch, George Eliot 

I’ve also taken meager inspiration from various other Sherlock Holmes stories and some Agatha Christie novels, I’ve said it before, but sometimes Zeppeli comes out a little like Hercule Poirot. I have also pulled from some of Shakespeare’s sonnets.

I think that's pretty much everything! Seeing the length of this list has made me worry for my own sanity.

Thank you so much for your question, it was actually so fun to see everything together like this. Once I've finished writing the entire thing, I will have to make a comprehensive list.

[docholligay]

And unlike any of the others, Irma hears something behind them, something creeping and growling.

You know, there’s a quote I have on one of my character boards, and it’s Hemingway, who I do not exactly love, but I like this quote, which, I’m only going to bore you with half of: The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills.

So sitting here thinking, it’s very easy, and tempting, to imagine an escape for Miranda and Marion. That they get out, that they find happiness in some way in whatever realm they end up in. But when we see Mrs. Appleyard go up and try to join them, she just..jumps. Now is this a Peter Pan type thing where if you are too old to be a lost boy you will be a pirate, or is this just showing us the ugly truth of what happened to Marion and Miranda, whether we found their bodies or no? Was the only way to escape to die and does it matter how it happened?

How does the fact that Miss McCraw disappeared too complicate this? Because then we know it’s not a school girl thing but Miss McCraw is herself quite young?

Or, is it that the rapture, if we will, is only for those who could NEVER make it in this world? I absolutely refuse to accept that because Fucking Miranda could have the easiest time ever if she wasn’t such an annoying dipshit, but I concede that though *I* believe that, the narrative doesn’t strictly.

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[eyeofthehrrcne]

"I love you,

And thats the

Beginning

And end

Of everything."

Ok so here's my take on it, we've been talking about clara bow but we forget about our other dear flapper girl: Zelda Fitzgerald, her glorious flapper days and her absolutely gut wretching tragic ending.

Not only did Zelda have to see Scott using inserts from her personal diaries become huge and famous quotes on Scott's books (without crediting her) but we're also talking about how a southern girl, a ballerina from a really small town who fell in love with a soldier (aspiring author) was brought to the biggest city in the world without her friends, her family, anyone familiar enough to hold her - despite Scott, who wouldve become a alcoholic writer who can't succeed withou his wife words let alone admit this for a fact. His jealousy over her writing and her naturally catching his spotlight and overshadowing him - Ending with Ernest Hemingway saying how she's the reason Scotts writing had declined, when she was the core of everything he have ever wrote.

“It seems to me that on one page I recognized a portion of an old diary of mine which mysteriously disappeared shortly after my marriage, and, also, scraps of letters which, though considerably edited, sound to me vaguely familiar. In fact, Mr. Fitzgerald (I believe that is how he spells his name) seems to believe that plagiarism begins at home.” - Zelda for The New York Tribune.

Her soul and her life we're devoured. To this day she's portrayed as a crazy hysterical southern little girl that was always behind Scott - And not ahead of him, as she always were. Fitzgerald could never support Zelda, even though she was a carrier of many talents, a dancer, writer and painter exhaustingly discouraged by her troubled partner who couldn't see her thrive beyond him. She was trapped.

1930's - Zelda is admitted to her first psychiatric hospital

She would've allegedly be in and out of then after being diagnosed with schizophrenia, her mental health took a fallout after her dad passed away and Scott leaved her to go to Hollywood by himself. But even then, in the psychiatric hospitalbshe wrote.

To steady myself I wrote, I wrote, I wrote. — Z: SAYRE, Zelda

Zelda wrote her autobiographical novel, Save Me The Waltz. Scott would then proceed to disaprove as he was planning to use HER writing again in tender is the night, forcing Zelda to edit out the parts he wanted to be in his book - Which led to a hollow disconnected version of the book, being severely criticized, even from him, her own husband calling her a "third rate writer" and accusing her of his own crimes - plagiarism.

She tried writing again after Scott's passing, but her poor aching body was left to death as a fire bursted in her hospital, while she was waiting for shock therapy.

But let's remind her for how she lived fully, how she bled art as her veins were ink - her diaries and letters prove that. How beautifully she arranged words and how easily it flowed through her cursive letter. Let her be reminded for who she was and who she ceaselessly tried to be - despite all she was given to deal with. Despite all she was unapologetically Zelda Sayre.

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[ladyofthelists]

Book 4: The Sun Also Rises

Title: The Sun Also Rises

Author: Ernest Hemingway

Dates: 1/8/24 - 1/12/24

Medium: Print copy that my dad let me “borrow” for 3 years

Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️/5

Quote: “I did not care what it was all about. All I wanted to know was how to live in it. Maybe if you found out how to live in it you learned from that what is was all about.”

Thoughts:

This was my first time reading anything from Mr.Hemingway, so I tried to prepare by reading up on some expectations. Most of the reviews of Mr.Hemingway’s works talked about his style of writing, so I wasn’t all that surprised by it. That being said, I didn’t really like it? The writing, while very approachable, was a bit of a mix up. Sometimes it wasn’t clear who was talking or where it was directed, so I often had to slow down and reread passages to get where it was going.

I had gone in with the expectation that this book would focus mostly on the running of the bulls festival in Spain. Don’t think that. It does take up a part of the book, but it doesn’t act as the backdrop for the whole book. I was interested in this book’s portrayal of the festival, since this was how much of the modern world was introduced to it. In fact, the whole reason my dad originally lent me this book was because we were going to the San Fermin festival. In that respect, I really liked this book. The fantastical festival and descriptions of the bulls were a really interesting read. But, overall, that’s not what this book was about.

The characters were the focus of the book. They weren’t likable, and they weren’t meant to be. Mr. Hemingway is often described as the voice of the lost generation, and in this book the lost generation must want you to be mad. I often found myself asking “why on earth are you acting this way!”. It seemed that the characters themselves didn’t even like what they were doing. They were often disillusioned and outright rude. Yet, they all stayed together. Each character was an archetype, and they were all co-dependent.

My final thoughts are that I’m really excited to read Death in the Afternoon. Based on my understanding, this book seems like it will go into the parts I really liked about this book with Ernest Hemingway’s trademark style.

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Ernest chose to go, she finally thinks, watching the fire turn the papers black. He loved her but he could not live anymore. ― Naomi Wood, Mrs. Hemingway

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[moon-yean]

the world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places. but those that will not break it kills. it kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. if you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.

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[astrognossienne]

scandalous star: gary cooper -an analysis

“I don’t like to see exaggerated airs and exploding egos in people who are already established. No player ever rises to prominence solely on talent. They’re molded by forces other than themselves. They should remember this – and at least twice a week drop to their knees and thank Providence for elevating them from cow ranches, dime store ribbon counters and bookkeeping desks. ” - Gary Cooper

He didn’t say much, but when he did, it carried a lot of weight. He was the archetypal hero of the Old West; the quintessential masculine ideal of the stoic and “strong silent type” that most Taurus men are. But for famously laconic Gary Cooper, his good looks and earnest, haunted eyes for decades made him the quintessential lonely American of motion pictures.He was a more equanimous, human protagonist versus boisterous, bigger-than-life Hollywood supermen. He was renowned for his quiet, understated acting style and his individualistic, emotionally restrained, but at times intense screen persona, which was particularly well suited to the many Westerns he made. He was a man’s man...as well as a ladies’ man. Cooper became a hero to many, even as he developed a reputation as one of the most notorious philanderers in Hollywood. Privately a debonair ladykiller with a taste for high society, he crafted an image as just the opposite from his prototype cowboy image he materfully portrayed on the silver screen. He was insatiable, before and during his marriage. How did he reconcile his moral righteousness onscreen (Taurus sun) with his philandering offscreen (Sagittarius moon)? That was the work of the fixers, gossip magazines, and the studio system at large, which ensured that Cooper was never caught, never denounced, and held up as a paragon of American values.

Gary Cooper, according to astrotheme, was a Taurus sun and Sagittarius moon. He was born Frank James Cooper in Helena, Montana, the second son of an English farmer from Bedfordshire, who later became an American lawyer and judge, Charles Henry Cooper (1865-1946), and Kent-born Alice (née Brazier) Cooper (1873-1967). As a child, he met a freed slave woman named Mary Fields, otherwise known as Stagecoach Mary, and so awed by her was she that he later wrote an account of his memories of her in Ebony magazine. His mother hoped for their two sons to receive a better education than that available in Montana and arranged for the boys to attend Dunstable Grammar School in Bedfordshire, England between 1910 and 1913. Upon the outbreak of World War I, Cooper’s mother brought her sons home and enrolled them in a Bozeman, Montana, high school. Upon graduation, he eventually matriculated at Grinnell College in Grinnell, IA, where he attempted to nurture a passion for drawing - until a serious car accident ended his college days in the summer of 1920. He would recover from his severely injured hip through an odd but painful therapy, horseback riding.

When his father retired from the bench and moved his mother to Los Angeles, Cooper gave up agriculture classes to try his hand as a Hollywood extra. Cooper played an extra in a handful of silent films before arriving on the set of The Winning of Barbara Worth in 1926. The actor cast as the second male lead didn’t show, and someone shoved Cooper into the part. He appeared with Clara Bow (who soon became one of his conquests) in her star-making film It, but it was his appearance in another Bow vehicle Wings, released later that same year, truly launched his career. He plays a World War I flying cadet, and although his screentime was still relatively short, there was one scene — an extended close-up shot, the light streaming in from outside — in which he looked gorgeous. In 1929, he filmed The Wolf Song with Lupe Vélez. He soon had an affair with Velez, who purportedly claimed that Cooper “has the biggest organ in Hollywood but not the ass to push it in well.” For more on their relationship, read my star analysis on Lupe.

Cooper filmed The Virginian — his first real “talkie,” and the film was a major hit and cemented the foundation of Cooper’s image. His ability to project elements of his own personality onto the characters he portrayed, to appear natural and authentic in his roles, and to underplay and deliver restrained performances calibrated for the camera and the screen helped make him a cinematic success, often lauded by those he worked with. However, his good looks and charisma made him a success with women, whether he worked with them or not. Over the next few years, Cooper was paired with the most gorgeous and promising female stars in Hollywood —with Carole Lombard in I Take This Woman (whom he slept with), Claudette Colbert in His Woman (whom he allegedly slept with), Marlene Dietrich in Morocco and Desire (who he famously slept with more than once), and Joan Blondell in Make Me a Star (who he allegedly slept with). In 1932, Cooper and his Paramount “rival,” Cary Grant, were cast against Tallulah Bankhead in Devil and the Deep (1932). Like Lupe Velez, Bankhead was a loose cannon, with most famous quote being:

“The only reason I went to Hollywood was to fuck that divine Gary Cooper.”

Amidst all his public and private action, Cooper began courting Veronica “Rocky” Balfe, a starlet who went by the stage name of Sandra Shaw. She was also best known as the blonde dropped by King Kong. The two were wed in late 1933. Balfe retired from the screen to become a wife and mother, with her giving birth to their only child, Maria, in 1937. Cooper portrayed a new type of hero—a champion of the common man—in films like Mr. Deeds Goes To Washington and 1941′s Sergeant York (which won him his first of two Best Actor Oscars). Cooper met Ernest Hemingway at Sun Valley in October 1940 and they were friends for the rest of his life. He co-starred with Ingrid Bergman (with whom he had a year-long affair with) in a the film adaptation of Hemingway’s For Whom the Bell Tolls. He kept starring in more films and bedding his female co-stars until he got more than he bargained for when he made The Fountainhead. Naturally, the 47-year-old Cooper had an affair with his co-star, the 21-year-old Patricia Neal. However, this time things got crazy: Neal wound up pregnant with Cooper’s child. He insisted she have an abortion. When Cooper’s long-suffering wife found out about the relationship, she sent a telegram demanding he end it. This didn’t work; he also confessed that he was in love with Neal, and continued to see her. Cooper and his wife legally separated in May of 1951. Cooper’s daughter Maria, by then in her early teens, famously spat on Neal in public. Neal later claimed that Cooper hit her after she went on a date with Kirk Douglas. Neal ended their relationship in late December 1951. Amid all this drama, Cooper starred in what is now regarded as his defining role: the beleaguered sheriff in High Noon, which won him his second Best Actor Oscar. In later life, he became involved in a relationship with the costume designer Irene, and was, according to Irene, "the only man she ever loved".

Maybe all his previous actions had an affect on him because Cooper converted to Catholicism in 1958, and reconciled with his wife and daughter. Also, he began starring in films that centered around searching for redemption, such as Friendly Persuasion (1956) and Man of the West (1958). In 1960, Cooper fell ill with prostate cancer, which quickly spread to his colon, lungs, and bones; he died of it shortly after his 60th birthday in 1961. A year after his death, Irene committed suicide by jumping from the 11th floor of the Knickerbocker Hotel, after telling Doris Day of her grief over Cooper's death. Regardless of his philandering, regardless of the arduous work of his studio’s publicity departments, there was something plaintive, almost childlike, maybe even innocent about Cooper, so he can easily be forgiven his sins. He acted out what mattered to millions of people, and that act made him a star beyond measure.

Next, I’ll focus on his former paramour Lupe Velez’s arch nemesis. A woman who happened to be wife of MGM art director Cedric Gibbons (Gary Cooper’s wife Rocky’s uncle). She was another pioneer of Mexican cinema who was arguably the first Latina to successfully crossover to Anglo audiences: Leo Dolores del Río.

Stats

birthdate: May 7, 1901

major planets:

Sun: Taurus

Moon: Sagittarius

Rising: Taurus

Mercury: Taurus

Venus: Taurus

Mars: Leo

Midheaven: Aquarius

Jupiter: Capricorn

Saturn: Capricorn

Uranus: Sagittarius

Neptune: Gemini

Pluto: Gemini

Overall personality snapshot: He was torn between an instinct to roam free and a determination to find security and make a solid, lasting contribution to the world. As he repeatedly changed horses in search of both ultimate certainties and high-spirited adventure at the same time, he could find himself deeply divided and uncertain. He sought to earth the fire from heaven and put it to work, but he found all too often that it would not let him rest. In his search for stability and security, he became a farmer and was immediately confronted with the changing seasons. He embraced the solid certainties of geology and are hit by an earthquake. He liked to feel the solid earth move. He sought certitude and permanence, yet his endless inquiries constantly confounded yesterday’s certainties. When he got his own uncertainties together (by accepting he wanted the best of both the changing and the unchanging worlds), he could have been a brilliant teacher, conversationalist, counselor, entertainer, wit, creative artist or entrepreneur – in fact he could have been anything he wanted. Once focused, he could be a human dynamo, and wonderfully humorous, witty and entertaining with it. As he discovered, his quest for solid material certainties did not make a happy bedfellow for his yearning for excitement and larger religious and spiritual understanding. In one way or another, be it through philosophy and the spiritual quest or through writing, music or art, he needed to put together and formulate a total vision of the universe which is based on unassailable facts yet satisfying to his idealism.

Constantly seeking, he was a natural agnostic, applying the criteria of science to counter woolly speculations, yet at the same time highly skeptical of the limited and statistical pronouncements of unthinking science. The danger, if he did not marry these elements within him, is that he would swing from one to the other and undermine the virtues of both. A restless changing of jobs, careers, partners, visions or aspirations left him drunk with his own spinning. When he deliberately tried to remain sober and commonsensical, it seemed to make matters worse for there was something of the gambler in him. This all-or-nothing streak can temporarily overcome your natural caution and enable you to burn your bridges (though you will usually ensure there is something tucked away for a rainy day). He felt an impulsive need to do things on a grand scale, to live with commitment, to feast on the world, and to understand what it was to be alive in all possible ways. He seemed to be called both to explore the reaches of the imagination and to build secure foundations. He brought far-reaching visions into manifestation, and these visions injected his conservative desire for stability and security with flair and colour. His vision of tomorrow and the larger world gave spice to any project he undertook. He saw endless possibilities and wanted to make them real. In this he could be the natural entrepreneur who saw economic opportunities at every turn, an inspiring counselor and teacher, and a stimulating companion whatever he did.

His well-shaped body displayed a warm attractiveness and ripeness. In his later years, he may have needed to watch the tendency to gain weight too easily. His strong broad shoulders supported a very large neck size. His most outstanding feature was his eyes and his gentle smile and voice. He was big-boned. He enjoyed dressing well, preferring soft colours. He was practical, steady and patient, but he could  be inflexible in his views. One thing he did have was plenty of common sense and good powers of concentration, although he tended to think that purely abstract thought was a waste of time. His thought processes weren’t as quick as others, but his decisions were made with a lot of thought behind them. He also had the welcome ability to bring people together. He needed to be able to show his originality and independence in any job for complete satisfaction. His work should also satisfy his scientific bent and humanitarian leanings. He needed scope for his inventiveness, because he was able to bring a fresh view to any job. Ideally, his work should permit him to express the idealistic side to him character and allow him to help as many people as possible. He could be extremely efficient in the way that he tried to get maximum result out of minimum effort. He didn’t like extravagance and waste. He was a thoughtful and resourceful person, who was well-informed on many subjects. Success came gradually and as a result of hard work. Success and growth, for him, were expressed by material and financial achievements, bringing status and prestige.Worldly success was well within his reach, because he possessed all the necessary talents to gain power, influence and status. He was practical, determined and patient. When there were hitches in his plans, he simply worked around them. He knew where he was heading to, and had already figured out the best way to use his talents to reach his goals.

Although he could be fairly pessimistic about life in general, it didn’t put him off aiming for the top. He could be very single-minded about reaching his goals, and was prepared to put his career interests above his personal happiness. He was extremely aware of his own worth. He was prepared to work beyond the call of duty. His strong sense of ambition gave him a certain rigidity, arrogance and selfishness in the eyes of others. He belonged to a generation with fiery enthusiasm for new and innovative ideas and concepts. Rejecting the past and its mistakes, he sought new ideals and people to believe in. As a member of this generation, he felt restless and adventurous, and was attracted towards foreign people, places and cultures. As a member of the Gemini Neptune generation, his restless mind pushed him to explore new intellectual fields. He loved communication and the occult and was likely also fascinated by metaphysical phenomena and astrology. As a Gemini Plutonian, he was mentally restless and willing to examine and change old doctrines, ideas and ways of thinking. As a member of this generation, he showed an enormous amount of mental vitality, originality and perception. Traditional customs and taboos were examined and rejected for newer and more original ways of doing things. As opportunities with education expanded, he questioned more and learned more. As a member of this generation, having more than one occupation at a time would not have been unusual to him.

Love/sex life: His sexuality was a wonderful combination of sensuality and basic laziness. He let himself be carried along by his pleasure-seeking instincts, greeting every new experience with fresh eagerness and then slowly draining from that encounter all the joy it has to offer. This passive, easy-going approach to sex not only made for good technique, it also conceals the egocentric strength and stubbornness that was at the core of his erotic nature. People don’t realize that beneath all that luxurious hedonism he was always the person in control. He was a conservative lover for whom appearances were always important. There may have been occasions when his sensuality lured him into indiscretions but he was quick to cover his tracks and hide the evidence. The quiet practicality of his sexual nature served as a handy antidote for his Martian braggadocio. He knew that he was the best there is but he was willing to sit back and let the world find out the good news on its own. In his youth Cooper was endorsed by several female “experts” of the time (such as Clara Bow, Marlene Dietrich and Tallulah Bankhead) as Hollywood’s sexiest man. His soft spoken and manly sex appeal projected just as well on the screen. After marrying at age 32, Cooper’s sex life became somewhat more sedate though he never lost his ability to attract women.

minor asteroids and points:

North Node: Scorpio

Lilith: Scorpio

Vertex: Libra

Fortune: Capricorn

East Point: Taurus

His North Node in Scorpio dictated that he needed to be careful not to let the more emotional side of his personality overwhelm him. Instead, he should have set out to consciously develop his more practical abilities. His Lilith in Scorpio ensured that he was dangerously attracted to those women who seduced and conquered on a daily basis; who liked life intense and was judged for her sexuality and general vibe and learned early on how to deflect moral judgments. His type of women may have been tried in the court of public opinion but no way were they going to show up for the sentencing. His Vertex in Libra, 6th house dictated that he llonged for a union of souls that was based on a model of pure peace and justice. Images come to mind of a mythical life on Venus, the planet of love, where there is never a discordant beat between lovers, but rather, continual harmony even if played in the minor chords. Physical lust was certainly a necessary aspect of two beings eternally intertwined, but the platonic component far outweighed it in importance for him. He had an attitude of duty, obligation and sacrifice when it came to heartfelt interactions. The negative side was the tendency to become hypochondriacal or martyristic to get the love he so desperately wanted. There was a need for others to appreciate the sincerity of his intentions, to the daily tasks he executed in a conscientious and caring way and for others to know that his actions, no matter how routine they may seem, were based on devoted love. His Part of Fortune in Capricorn and Part of Spirit in Cancer dictated that his destiny lay in creating practical and long-lasting achievements. Success came through hard work, determination, responsibility and perseverance. Fulfillment came from observing his progress through life and seeing it take a form and structure that will outlive him. His soul’s purpose guided him towards building security in his life, both emotional and material. He felt spiritual connections and the spark of the divine within his home and family. East Point in Taurus dictated that he was more likely to identify with the need for pleasure (including the potential of liking himself) and comfort.  

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earth

fire

He was a practical, reliable man and could provide structure and protection. He was oriented toward practical experience and thought in terms of doing rather than thinking, feeling, or imagining. Could be materialistic, unimaginative, and resistant to change. But at his best, he provided the practical resources, analysis, and leadership to make dreams come true. He was dynamic and passionate, with strong leadership ability. He generated enormous warmth and vibrancy. He was exciting to be around, because he was genuinely enthusiastic and usually friendly. However, he could either be harnessed into helpful energy or flame up and cause destruction. Ultimately, he chose the latter. Confident and opinionated, he was fond of declarative statements such as “I will do this” or “It’s this way.” When out of control—usually because he was bored, or hadn’t been acknowledged—he was bossy, demanding, and even tyrannical. But at his best, his confidence and vision inspired others to conquer new territory in the world, in society, and in themselves.

modality dominance:

fixed

He liked the challenge of managing existing routines with ever more efficiency, rather than starting new enterprises or finding new ways of doing things. He likely had trouble delegating duties and had a very hard time seeing other points of view; he tried to implement the human need to create stability and order in the wake of change.

house dominants:

12th

9th

8th

He had great interest in the unconscious, and indulged in a lot of hidden and secret affairs. His life was defined by seclusion and escapism. He had a certain mysticism and hidden sensitivity, as well as an intense need for privacy. Traveling, whether physically across the globe, on a mental plane or expanding through study was a major theme in his life. He was not only concerned with learning facts, but also wanted to understand the connections formed between them and the philosophies and concepts they stood for. His conscience, as well as foreign travel, people and places was also of paramount importance in his life. He loved the totality of the human experience and embraced the whole cycle of human life, including birth, sex and death. His darker side, and the complexes and emotions that he preferred to keep hidden, even from himself was a theme throughout his life. His ability to undergo deep personal transformations and spiritual regeneration was also highlighted.

planet dominants:

Venus

Saturn

Sun

He was romantic, attractive and valued beauty, had an artistic instinct, and was sociable. He had an easy ability to create close personal relationships, for better or worse, and to form business partnerships. He believed in the fact that lessons in life were sometimes harsh, that structure and foundation was a great issue in his life, and he had to be taught through through experience what he needed in order to grow. He paid attention to limitations he had and had to learn the rules of the game in this physical reality. He tended to have a practical, prudent outlook. He also likely held rigid beliefs. He had vitality and creativity, as well as a strong ego and was authoritarian and powerful. He likely had strong leadership qualities, he definitely knew who he was, and he had tremendous will. He met challenges and believed in expanding his life.

sign dominants:

Taurus

Sagittarius

Capricorn

His stubbornness and determination kept his around for the long haul on any project or endeavour. He was incredibly patient, singular in his pursuit of goals, and determined to attain what he wanted. Although he lacked versatility, he compensated for it by enduring whatever he had to in order to get what he wanted. He enjoyed being surrounded by nice things. He liked fine art and music, and may have had considerable musical ability. He also had a talent for working with his hands—gardening, woodworking, and sculpting. He sought the truth, expressed it as he saw it—and didn’t care if anyone else agreed with him. He saw the large picture of any issue and couldn’t be bothered with the mundane details. He was always outspoken and likely couldn’t understand why other people weren’t as candid. After all, what was there to hide? He loved his freedom and chafed at any restrictions. He was a serious-minded person who often seemed aloof and tightly in control of his emotions and her personal domain. Even as a youngster, there was a mature air about him, as if he was born with a profound core that few outsiders ever see. He was easily impressed by outward signs of success, but was interested less in money than in the power that money represents. He was a true worker—industrious, efficient, and disciplined. His innate common sense gave her the ability to plan ahead and to work out practical ways of approaching goals. More often than not, he succeeded at whatever he set out to do. He possessed a quiet dignity that was unmistakable.

Read more about him under the cut.

Actor Gary Cooper was born on May 7, 1901, in Helena, Montana. Spanning from the silent film era to the early 1960s, Academy Award-winning actor Gary Cooper built much of his career by playing strong, manly, distinctly American roles. The son of English parents who had settled in Montana, he was educated in England for a time. He also studied at Grinnell College in Iowa before heading to Los Angeles to work as an illustrator. When he had a hard time finding a job, Cooper worked as a film extra and landed some small parts. After his appearance in

The Winning of Barbara Worth

(1926), a western, Cooper's career began to take off. He starred opposite silent movie star Clara Bow in Children of Divorce (1927). Cooper also earned praise as the ranch foreman in

The Virginian

(1929), one of his early films with sound. Throughout the 1930s, he turned in a number of strong performances in such films as A Farewell to Arms (1934) with Helen Hayes and Mr. Deeds Goes to Town (1936) directed by Frank Capra. Cooper received an Academy Award nomination for his work on the film. Cooper continued to excel on the big screen, tackling several real-life dramas. In Sergeant York (1941), the played a World War I hero and sharpshooter, which was based on the life story of Alvin York. Cooper earned a Best Actor Academy Award for his portrayal of York.

The next year, Cooper played one of baseball's greats, Lou Gehrig, in The Pride of the Yankees (1942). Again, he scored another Best Actor Academy Award nomination. Appearing in a film adaptation of Ernest Hemingway's For Whom the Bell Tolls,  Cooper starred opposite Ingrid Bergman in a drama set during the Spanish Civil War. This role garnered him a third Academy Award nomination. In 1952, Cooper took on what is known considered his signature role as Will Kane in High Noon. He appeared as a lawman who must face a deadly foe without any help from his own townspeople. The film won four Academy Awards, including a Best Actor win for Cooper. In addition to his excellent on-screen performances, Cooper became  known for his alleged romances with several of his leading ladies, including Clara Bow and Patricia Neal. The affair with Neal, his co-star in 1949's The Fountainhead, reportedly occurred during his  marriage to socialite Veronica Balfe with whom he had a daughter. Their marriage seemed to survive the scandal. By the late 1950s, Cooper's health was in decline. He made a few more films, such as Man of the West (1958), before dying of cancer on May 13, 1961. (x)

[aestheticvoyage2022]

Day 129: Monday May 9, 2022 - “Classics”

I got Wm a couple new books to come home to from his trip to Dallas.  One, an oversized encyclopedia of dogs that he can explore and memorize all through his childhood and the other, an old classic, Corduroy.   I had remembered having this one as a kid.  The first of all the books of his that I remember having been mine too.   So tonight after dinner, they all gathered round to hear Dad’s telling of the old teddy bear that lost his button.  Now, I couldn’t have told you exactly what happened or what the stories was about - probably 35 years since I had heard the story told and seen its pictures.   But within a couple of pages it all came flashing back.  The escalator!  The night watchmen!  Getting his button fixed.  It was a classic and somewhere in there so many years ago I had committed those drawings into my brain.  I do remember this.

Someday I suppose maybe I’ll share with him Hemingway, Kerouac, or Heat-Moon and he’ll enjoy them just like me.   And until then, so many great books and stories await - of Dinosaurs and Giving Trees, and Wild Things.  He’ll start to read and explore both of book shelves and the words will start to be equal parts entertainment and education, tapping into the magic of a storyteller.

Song: Renee & Jeremy - Daydream Believer

Quote: “The most important thing we've learned, So far as children are concerned, Is never, NEVER, NEVER let Them near your television set -- Or better still, just don't install The idiotic thing at all. In almost every house we've been, We've watched them gaping at the screen. They loll and slop and lounge about, And stare until their eyes pop out. (Last week in someone's place we saw A dozen eyeballs on the floor.) They sit and stare and stare and sit Until they're hypnotised by it, Until they're absolutely drunk With all that shocking ghastly junk. Oh yes, we know it keeps them still, They don't climb out the window sill, They never fight or kick or punch, They leave you free to cook the lunch And wash the dishes in the sink -- But did you ever stop to think, To wonder just exactly what This does to your beloved tot? IT ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD! IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD! IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND! IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND! HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE! HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST AND FREEZE! HE CANNOT THINK -- HE ONLY SEES! 'All right!' you'll cry. 'All right!' you'll say, 'But if we take the set away, What shall we do to entertain Our darling children? Please explain!' We'll answer this by asking you, 'What used the darling ones to do? 'How used they keep themselves contented Before this monster was invented?' Have you forgotten? Don't you know? We'll say it very loud and slow: THEY ... USED ... TO ... READ! They'd READ and READ, AND READ and READ, and then proceed To READ some more. Great Scott! Gadzooks! One half their lives was reading books! The nursery shelves held books galore! Books cluttered up the nursery floor! And in the bedroom, by the bed, More books were waiting to be read! Such wondrous, fine, fantastic tales Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales And treasure isles, and distant shores Where smugglers rowed with muffled oars, And pirates wearing purple pants, And sailing ships and elephants, And cannibals crouching 'round the pot, Stirring away at something hot. (It smells so good, what can it be? Good gracious, it's Penelope.) The younger ones had Beatrix Potter With Mr. Tod, the dirty rotter, And Squirrel Nutkin, Pigling Bland, And Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle and- Just How The Camel Got His Hump, And How the Monkey Lost His Rump, And Mr. Toad, and bless my soul, There's Mr. Rat and Mr. Mole- Oh, books, what books they used to know, Those children living long ago! So please, oh please, we beg, we pray, Go throw your TV set away, And in its place you can install A lovely bookshelf on the wall. Then fill the shelves with lots of books, Ignoring all the dirty looks, The screams and yells, the bites and kicks, And children hitting you with sticks- Fear not, because we promise you That, in about a week or two Of having nothing else to do, They'll now begin to feel the need Of having something to read. And once they start -- oh boy, oh boy! You watch the slowly growing joy That fills their hearts. They'll grow so keen They'll wonder what they'd ever seen In that ridiculous machine, That nauseating, foul, unclean, Repulsive television screen! And later, each and every kid Will love you more for what you did.” ― Roald Dahl, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

[royaletiquette]

"When you start to live outside yourself, it's all dangerous." Nezumi smiles, having quoted something for Hibiko to ponder about.

"Hm-?" She picked her head up from out of her hand, looking back to Nezumi. "Of course, that's the plan~." The princess sat up, silently giggling to herself. "You can't grow without discomfort and I felt rather static for a long time. It's still nerve wrecking going into the city, but I'm starting to get used to how it works." An over simplification maybe, talking far more than just navigation. Hibiko pulled her hair over to one shoulder, briefly collecting the rest of her thoughts. "It's difficult to hear such opinions and new things that are so outlandish to my own, but I take them with great consideration as I hope you do mine." You've kept me safe from danger with what I needed to handle so far.

"Unless you think Mr. Hemingway was getting at more emotional barriers than mental. In which case I can be plenty emotional," she teased, her cheek already having returned to her hand.

[oftincturedwords]

For the unique writing ask: 18 (+ loved your answer on (I think it was) 1, about the platonic love. I totally agree with you ^^)

unique writing asks🖋️ : accepting !

18. What writers have inspired you with their use of language? What are some of your favorite quotes?

i’m glad to hear more are of that opinion , thank you for saying so ! platonic love is just as important as romantic love , it’s sad that it’s usually brushed off as not or that it must develop into romantic love to have any merit.

&& i’m so happy that you asked this question ! i was really hoping that someone would send this one in , so thank you !!

one author who inspires me in my writing is patrick o’brian because of his descriptions in his writing. i love the detail he places in describing a scene ! i’ve hear some say he’s too descriptive but i love that , it’s truly helps me see what’s happening in my minds eye & i think a lot of authors nowadays rely on the reader to fill in the blanks or just assume what’s happening / the finer details of a scene / the microexpressions & subtle notes within body language or tones. which is fine , but i do much prefer & feel all the more inspired when i read an author’s in-depth descriptions. ( not to mention i love the dynamics between aubrey & maturin <3 ) he inspires me to add how much detail i want , that no amount of detail is too much.

favourite quote(s) : “ For a moment Jack felt the strongest inclination to snatch up his little gilt chair and beat the white-faced man down with it ; ” — Master & Commander ( book 1 ) , it’s thought by jack about stephen upon their first meeting , this line never fails to make me laugh when i read it because stephen can be so pretentious & jack just wanted to enjoy the music agdjfkglg but hey they turn out good friends in the end

““ Jack, you've debauched my sloth. ”” — H.M.S. Surprise ( book 3 ) , said by stephen when he came back from a lesson in teaching bonden to read to find that jack had got his sloth drunk on grog & cake , it’s just a very funny line & i find the interaction between jack & the sloth rather adorable the entire thing. although i don’t condone his actions in giving the animal alcohol , that is bad.

i fear this post would get too long if i were to quote my favourite descriptions from patrick o’brien or any more quotes from him , but i will mention another funny one is when stephen basically trips over the ship’s cat down a hatchway & when i believe it was a wombat of stephen’s tried to eat Jack’s hat , when jack called stephen to help him , the doctor just said it wouldn’t hurt the wombat ahdkflglg. another sweet one is when jack accepts hollom as midshipman even though there’s hardly room on Surprise for him , jack suspects hollom is near tears at the look on his face & changes his mind.

another author who i very much love is j.r.r. tolkien. again i love his attention to detail in describing things. as well as all the detail he placed into his world building for his books , creating his own languages & all the names / maps , events , theology , etc. that he created or took influence from to create middle earth & all its content. plus the overall stories ( meaning the hobbit & lotr ) are inspiring in themselves. as well i love his words choice / sentence structures , it’s reads wonderfully & archaic when i love ! he inspires to me add details that some may not think of & to add detail wherever i see fit.

favourite quote(s) : “ All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us. ” — The Fellowship of the Ring , The Lord of the Rings ( book 1 ) , i like this quote because it simply sums up that our time is important & we must do our best to spend it how we see fit because it is our time & our life. I just remember this quote being very impactful to younger me when i first read it & it still rather is.

i love all the scenes in two towers with gimli , legolas , & aragorn as well. not a specific quote but their interactions are some of my favourites , their dynamics & path are something i can always reread & never tire of <3

again there are several quotes i could take from tolkien’s works to say here as a favourite , but this answer is already so long. i apologise. this is a topic i could converse about over countless hours.

as well i want to mention c.s. forester because his descriptions on sailing are very good & too i like that hornblower is a very flawed yet brilliant character who battles with low self esteem , he just seems a very real character. so it’s definitely an influence to ensure characters i write aren’t glorified to the point of being without flaw or always choosing the correct course the first time. let your character screw up & make mistakes , have doubts & be human. that’s what he inspires me to do when i write. ( as well bush & hornblower <3 love those two )

favourite quote(s) : directing you to this post of mine so as not to add more words here but it’s very much one of my favourites.

too i love the scene between hornblower & kennedy in Mr. Midshipman Hornblower when they get caught by bolton being absolute dorks. it’s nice to see a lighter side to hornblower. same with the scene in Lieutenant Hornblower after bush hear that hornblower has been promoted & they drink , bush is still recovering & gets a bit drunk so hornblower is helping him away & bush is just grinning & singing ‘he’s a jolly good fellow’

&& some honourable mentions since this response is getting rather long ; jane austen , mary shelley , charles dickens , bram stoker , leo tolstoy , william shakespeare , john flanagan , neil giaman , terry pratchett , c.s. lewis , alexander dumas , oscar wilde , ernest hemingway , madeline miller , f. scott fitzgerald , tim o’brien , & etc. so many others.

*please note that it is the writing of these authors that i adore & take inspiration from , this does not i particularly praise the author as a person

[cottegecorepanarabread]

10 Things I Hate About Tsuki

I wrote this unspeakable fast. This is my comfort movie and my comfort ship so please enjoy this. Also people here for my sweater weather/coast to coast fic: I'm working on the next bit I just got so inspired with this idea. Oh and the linkage in my car broke so I can’t drive it for 2 days till it gets fixed. rip my caffeine addiction. 

So much credit to the writers of 10 Things I Hate About You and some lines are directly from that so I don’t claim those as mine

Hinata sat in the guidance counselor’s office. It was his first day. It wasn’t that he was nervous, no, his family moved around a lot and he was used to this. The school was just so big. 

The guidance counselor, Saeko walked thought the doors.

“So Hinata,” she said, “you are move around a lot. This school shouldn’t be too different.”

A ball slammed into her window.

“It’s full of the same shitheads as every school.” She turned to flip of the kids outside.

“Did you just- am I, uh, in the right office.” Hinata stammered.

“Yep but I have more trouble makers to see so scoot.” She shooed him away with her hand. 

Hinata got up and left not wanting to spend anymore time in that office. He walked down the crowded and loud hall. He felt a tap on the shoulder.

“Hey I’m Daichi and this is Bokato. We are supposed to show you around.” Said a tall brown haired guy.

Next to him stood a black and white haired guy, practically bouncing in place. 

“Sup I’m Bokato -oh I guess Daichi already said that. Your Hinata right? I’m glad you are here.”

“Oh, it’s nice to meet you guys.”

They walked though the halls together.

“So those are the beautiful people,” Bokato pointed at a group mostly blocking the hall, “don’t talk to them unless they talk to you.”

They continued to walk through the halls and about into the courtyard. Hinata attempted to take all of it in while Daichi and Bokato pointed out other groups of people.

“Those are the goths, indie kids, theater nerds, the kids talking all APs and Honors, and the jocks”

“Couldn’t be me,” Bokato sighed, “I’m in all standard classes.”

“What group are you guys in?” Hinata asked. 

He supposed they were jocks because of their builds, but they didn’t seem to know any of the other so called jocks.

“Oh we are the volleyball boys.” Bokato smiled.

“We have so many people who play volleyball at this school that we have to have multiple teams. They all just play each other if you are wondering how all that works.”

Suddenly two people walked past them. Hinata was struck by the beautiful boy walking with a short blonde girl. He laughed, tucking loose hair back. Hinata felt like he was hit by a bus.

“Who is that?” Hinata couldn’t pull his eyes away.

“That is Kagayama Tobio” Bokato frowned, “don’t even think about it he’s shallow and mean an-“

“And beautiful,” Hinata finished.

“It’s commonly known that Kageyama and his brother aren’t allowed to date,” Daichi added.

“I bet we can figure something out,” Hinata said and the other boys just sighed.

Tsukishima Kei walked into the office.

“So Mr. Tsukishima this is the third time this week that you have been told to stop wearing your headphones and when asked to take them off you said quote ‘go fuck yourself.’ Is this correct?” Saeko said will an aggressive smile.

“Yeah, I mean I’m in your office, aren’t I?” 

“I really should give you detention for that, but seeing as I don’t care let’s just say next time you get in trouble for them I take them. Ok?”

“I guess” Kei rolled his eyes.

“Great. Now get out”

He walked back to class, slipping on his headphones when he was far enough from the office. 

All I am is a man

I want the world in my hands

I hate the beach but I stand in California with my toes in the sand

“So,” Takeda started, “how did you guys like The Sun Also Rises?”

“It was so romantic,” said a girl in the back.

“Oh please. Hemingway! Romantic! He was abusive. We shouldn’t read books that highlight horrible men.” came a voice.

“Yamaguchi Tadashi,” Takeda sighed, “I should have known you should find a way to protest this. Yeah I get it, but I’m sorry I don’t approve these books.”

“Any chance we could get Yama to take his meds before he comes to class.” Said Terushima.

“I don’t know why you why think it’s cool to act like such a dick. 

“One day he’s gonna snap your arm in half and I’m not planning on stopping it. Mr. Yamaguchi, office now. I can’t ignore inciting violence.”

Suddenly Kei walked though the door.

“Sorry I’m late. I was sent to the office,” he pulled his headphones off, “did I miss anything?”

“Oh nothing just the toxic masculinity we allow to continue at this school,” Tadashi snapped. 

“Ok good,” Kei turned and left.

“I heard you were terrorizing Takeda’s class.” Saeko frowned.

“I was only stating an opinion.” Yamaguchi said calmly.

“Well, why are you in my office then?” Saeko raised an eyebrow

“Ok fine sorry.” Yamaguchi sighed.

“Thank you. You are free to go.”

“What you’re not gonna write me up for my dress code violations.”

“No I actually tolerate you,” Saeko frowned,” now get the hell out of my office.”

Yamaguchi stood and left the office.

“And if there are any more little delinquents out there don’t even think about coming in here.” Saeko yelled.

“Hey Hinata,” Bokato called.

“We brought you the volleyball permission form you asked for.” Daichi handed him the paper.

“And I heard that Kagayama needs a French tutor.” Bokato bounced on his toes.

“Thank you so much guys,”

The group walked through the parking lot to there cars. Hinata couldn’t keep his thoughts off Kagayama. Who let him be so attractive. He looked like he worked out a lo- 

A horn interrupted Hinata’s thoughts.

“Watch where you’re going dipshit!” came a voice.

Hinata looked to see who had yelled at him. In a lifted Jeep sat a boy with the top half of green hair and the bottom half bleached (look up a peekaboo hairstyle if you are confused). Piercings littered his ears and he had a ring through his nose. His face was covered with freckles, he had smudged eyeliner around his eyes, and he wore all black from what Hinata could see. He was a strange contrast to the silver haired boy in the passenger and the black haired boy in the backseat. 

He could feel the bass in the car from where he stood.

To be honest he was intimidated and slightly scared.

Daichi laughed,” That’s Kagayama’s brother, Yamaguchi Tadashi (they have different last names because I said so), and with him is Suga and Akaashi.”

“That’s Kagayama’s brother?!” Hinata shouted.

“Yep,” sighed Bokato, “You just had your first encounter with the shrew.”  

Once they moved the car pulled out. It stopped as it passed them, and the passenger window rolled down. Suga extended his hand and Daichi took it, blushing. 

“How was your day Dai?” He smiled.

“It was good, Honey. I’ll see you for dinner,” Daichi’s blush spread.

“HI AGAASHI!” Bokato shouted and waved to Akaashi.

He rolled the window down, “good afternoon Bokato-San,” he said quietly.

“You are hopelessly in love with him Bokato,” Daichi said after the car pulled away.

“As if you aren’t absolutely whipped Honey,” he laughed.

They both looked at Hinata and froze.

“Oh yeah, um, Sugawara is my boyfriend. I’m gay.”

“And I like Akaashi.” Bokato grinned.

“Yes Bo but what are you sexuality wise,” Daichi laughed.

“…Akaashi. Honestly, I don’t know but I just know that I like Akaashi.” he shrugged.

Hinata laughed, “you act like you haven’t seen me pinning after Kagayama all day. Oh, and I’m pan.”

[lonelier-version-of-you]

What is your favourite Henrik scene? Or if you can’t pick one, a top three?

That... is a very good question.

TBH even a top 3 would be difficult to do. I could maaaybe manage a top 10. 😂

I'll just do different top 3s for different categories, that seems reasonable. I'll do a list for best writing, best acting, and personal favourites. Each list is in no particular order.

Best acting:

- His reaction to Fredrik's death in Group Animal

- His meltdown in No Matter Where You Go, There You Are part 2

- The "you haven't fixed me, I can't be fixed!" argument with Josh in S23E07 (I didn't even like this episode, but I think you could make a very good argument for this scene being one of Guy Henry's best performances ever, if not the best performance he's ever given.)

Best writing:

- The scene in We Need to Talk About Fredrik, when Henrik recounts the events with the patient who pushed Nicky over, and Mr. Clarke asks Henrik about his reaction.

Mr. Clarke: And how did that make you feel?

Henrik: Feel? ...I don't understand the question.

Mr. Clarke: You had gone out of your way to make this new F1 passive. To remove any sense of agency or free will from her. To protect them from themselves. To... keep her out of the firing line, in fact. And yet here she is, lying at your feet, injured, vulnerable. I'm interested to know how that made you feel.

Henrik: ...Well, I called security and had the assailant ejected from the building, as per hospital policy.

Mr. Clarke: That's not what I asked. But, you know, whatever.

I have still never seen a better depiction of alexithymia than this scene. Henrik specifically being asked how he felt, and still describing the actions he took instead... I didn't even realise that this is a thing I also do until I watched this scene tbh.

- His conversation with Sacha in the garden in Blind Spot.

Sacha: We're all worried about you, if that means anything. Roxanna, in particular.

Henrik: Well, she's worried that I haven't sought out therapy. ...Nothing strikes me so profoundly as the fact that, I have to suffer [for what Fredrik did]. I helped cause this damage, so how can I wring my hands and weep and wail about how I feel?

Sacha: You make it sound like self-indulgence.

Henrik: For therapy to succeed, one must engage with it. One must want to get well.

Sacha: And you don't?

Henrik: ...I have no interest in myself.

Sacha: You hate yourself too much to try to heal?

*Henrik nods*

This scene just. Says so much about Henrik's character. It's perfectly written, even if it does make me feel very sad about him and his self-loathing.

- And what type of Henrik fan would I be if I didn't include a scene from Hanssen/Hemingway in here? Especially the scene I get my blog description quote from.

Jac (about Henrik running away to Sweden): You'd just disappeared.

Henrik: Have you ever tried to disappear? It isn't easy. I don't give Lövborg [his father] credit for much, but vanishing off the face of the Earth for three months takes effort.

Jac: Why would you want to disappear?

Henrik: Have you never wanted to escape? Feel that weightlessness one normally feels only in water? Finally feel... truly free? I'd like nothing more.

Jac: Are you coming back?

Henrik: No. Why would I want to come back? To a mediocre British hospital that has no faith in my leadership?

Jac: Because I don't want to work at a hospital that cares more about making money than treating patients. Because you're crazy enough to stick your head above the parapet when it counts.

Henrik: Well, we all know what happens to people who stick their heads above the parapet, don't we?

Jac: It was me. I was the one who stabbed you in the back. I told Cunningham [the hospital chairman] I had no faith in your leadership, but I was wrong.

Henrik: Is that the real reason you came to Sweden? For absolution?

Jac: I did something wrong, and I had to try to put it right.

To me, this is the Henrik scene. The one that defines his character. (Perhaps unsurprisingly, as it was written by Justin Young, who created Henrik in the first place.) I used it as the opening to my 'Somewhere In Stockholm' fanvid for good reason. This is also the scene that truly starts the Jac and Henrik friendship IMO, and the writing for Jac here is excellent as well.

(...I feel really bad for not having anything from an Andy Bayliss episode here, because he is by far one of the best writers for Henrik, but that's the thing - his Henrik writing is so good that it's impossible to pick out particular scenes.)

Personal favourites:

- His meltdown in No Matter Where You Go, There You Are part 2. I know I listed it earlier but it's worth mentioning again because while it's one of Guy Henry's very best performances, it's also a scene that just means a lot to me. Like... an autistic character got upset and had a meltdown and lashed out and the scene was about him and we were encouraged to sympathise with him. That's something I have hardly ever seen in media.

- The sensory overload scene in If Not For You is excellent (come on, guys, you didn't really think I was going to post about my favourite Henrik scenes and not mention INFY at any point, did you? 😂). Probably one of the most accurate depictions of what sensory overload feels like I've ever seen, and they conveyed it without a single special effect in sight, at that.

- His conversation with Maja in theatre in Never Let Me Go, when they're operating on the amnesiac patient:

Maja: How sad our patient has to face something like this alone. No family, no friends, no sense of who he is or where he's come from...

Henrik: I don't know, I think there's a certain appeal in being a blank canvas. Gives one the opportunity for reinvention.

Maja, shocked: But not everyone wants to erase their past, Henrik!

This scene is just... as a post in my drafts that I never got round to posting says: "yeah, your autistic characters may make cute and quirky social mistakes that everyone can have a nice laugh at, but do they express envy of a man with amnesia because they wish they had a chance for a fresh start like that, in front of their horrified allistic ex-girlfriend?"

And that drafted post is a joke and all, but really - this scene epitomises everything that made Henrik's writing in series 15 the absolute best writing he's ever had to me. Say what you want about his portrayal in other seasons, but series 15 Henrik alone is the very best media portrayal of an autistic person I've ever seen. Because he got to be disabled, even when it wasn't convenient, even when it wasn't funny or cute or quirky. He was allowed to not understand things, he was allowed to say things that freaked other people out because they didn't get his thought processes, and while other characters may have been rude about it, the show never once shamed him for it. (TBH Henrik is at his best when the show is allowing him to not understand things. I'll die on that hill. I wish it was something I saw more recognition of in meta and fanfic. Like, really, fandom, the developmentally disabled man is allowed to not understand things, I promise, he's not always pretending not to, he's not always deliberately being a jerk, sometimes he actually doesn't understand and that's okay! It's fine! I promise!)

Also honourary mention to another scene in Never Let Me Go (when Maja talks to him in his office and asks him about the patient - "But he's so lost. He's alone in the world. You must feel... something?" "Not particularly.") because it's one of the best depictions of low empathy I've ever seen (because you can TELL Henrik really does want to have that emotional response, and he feels guilty that he doesn't - Guy Henry has said before that Henrik has perceived himself as "incapable of love" for a long time, and I'd argue that part of why Henrik sees himself that way is because he's had it so drilled into him that if he doesn't empathise it must mean he doesn't care), and to his last scene in Like A Prayer with him cradling baby Oskar just because it’s so sweet and one of the rare moments we’ve actually been allowed to see Henrik being happy.

(...Thinking about it, an awful lot of my favourite Henrik scenes are the ones relating to his autism. Hell, like, the Reyhan storyline was absolutely rubbish, one of the worst storylines in the show’s history, and there are still some scenes from it that I think are excellent because of how they address Henrik’s autism and how badly other people have treated him for it. I just identify with Henrik a lot, ok.)

[contemplatingoutlander]

Diana Gabaldon on “Where Characters Come From: Mushrooms, Onions, and Hard Nuts”

Earlier today I saw this quote on a different POST by @writingdotcoffee​:

I thought that Hemingway quote was very true. 

Most of us who have ever tried to write fiction know that the best characters are the ones who “come to life” independent of the writer. Most writers quickly learn that if they try to force these “living” characters to behave in ways they don’t “want to,” the writing will suffer.

Most Outlander fans know that Diana Gabaldon’s major characters “exist” in her subconscious mind where they are very much “living people” for her.

I love what Diana has written in The Outlandish Companion (1999/ 2009, Kindle Edition) about how she develops characters. After reading the above Hemingway quote, I thought I’d revisit Diana’s thoughts about the ways she brings characters “to life.”

Diana Gabaldon on“Mushrooms”

In Diana’s experience, the easiest kinds of “living” characters for her to create are the ones that just “pop up like mushrooms.”

“I’ll be slogging along, hoping to dig myself into the day’s work, and all of a sudden this … person shows up out of nowhere and walks off with the whole scene. No need to ask questions, analyze, or consciously “create”; I just watch in fascination, to see what he’ll do next.

“I have no idea where these characters come from, but I’m delighted and grateful when one shows up.”

Diana says that “Geillis Duncan, Master Raymond, Fergus, and Murphy the sea cook” as well as “Bouton” the dog, are examples of “mushrooms.”

Diana Gabaldon on“Onions”

According to Diana, she has to work a bit harder to bring a second type of character to life. These characters were initially constructed by Herself for some “purpose” but as she wrote about them they began to live. Diana refers to these characters as “onions.”

“Other characters were conceived before I wrote them, and were consciously intended to serve some specific purpose in the story. However, once I began to write them, they obligingly came to life and started acting on their own....

“Now, Mother Hildegarde and Mr. Willoughby are what I call ‘onions’; characters who develop slowly through the addition of multiple layers of personality, rather than popping up full-fledged as the ‘mushrooms’….

“One may not know everything about an onion all at once, but rather discover him little by little, by writing multiple scenes involving him, or by thinking about him and figuring out bits of his personal history.”

In addition to Mother Hildegarde and Mr. Willoughby, Diana claims that “Claire and Jamie both developed in this way.”

Diana Gabaldon on“Hard Nuts” 

Diana describes a third kind of character “whose function in the story is structural.” Diana calls these kinds of characters “hard nuts.” Brianna is an example of a “hard nut.” Diana said she created Brianna because she needed Jamie and Claire to have a child to further a major plot point.

Unfortunately, “hard nuts” don’t quickly come to life on their own. In fact, Diana refers to these characters as “hard nuts” because it is “difficult to crack the puzzle of [their] “personality.”

In order to coax “hard nuts” (as well as “onions”) to come to life, Diana has used various strategies, such as giving them a “physical description,” creating an “exotic cultural background” for them, providing them with “idiosyncrasies,” and/or giving them “back stories.“

Diana also says she is not a “rational writer” but rather she takes a more “intuitive” approach. She will “live with” a character for a time, watching them interact with other characters/ circumstances and/or “seeing” them through the eyes of other characters.

I thought that it was interesting how one of Diana’s first clues as to Bree’s personality came when she observed Bree through Roger’s eyes.

“Brianna finally began to come to life for me when Roger, watching her in church, thought to himself, Though capable of the most tender expressions, hers was not a gentle face. Aha! I thought. At last I know something about her; she doesn’t have a gentle face. And from that, I began to intuit why, and the conflicts that might underlie someone ungentle but at the same time capable of tenderness.”

I thought this was a wonderful way to begin to understand a character!

It isn’t always easy as a writer to let go of control of a character’s development and to allow them to chart their own course. But Diana clearly loves it when her characters finally come to life and have a will of their own. For instance, she writes:

“What do you do when your characters don’t adhere to a plan, but go off and do things on their own? Ha! One should be so lucky all the time!”

For me, it is the character development, much more than the plots, that make Diana’s books enjoyable. I think Diana’s willingness to let go and create “living” characters with wills of their own explains why Claire, Jamie, Lord John, Young Ian, and many of her other characters resonate so strongly for readers. 

I’m grateful to Diana for taking the time to explain the different ways that she breathes “life” into her characters.

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sources: 01 (aa + bb + cc)*, 02, 03, 04, 05 (dd + ee)*; *images were modified from sources

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[bbnibini]

PSISLY: An Obey Me!CYOA – forty-three🔖

Rain welcomed the night, bringing a cool and gentle breeze. Seasons for drizzles have started in Devildom, spotting the outdated cobblestone streets with puddles and petrichor. Mammon, in his unusually graceful way, held you by the hand and calmly told you to stay under the awning of a closed restaurant nearby as he hunts for a store that sold an umbrella. His search didn’t take long, as you had barely formed any idle thoughts when he, panting softly beside you, offered a flimsy plastic disposable and wiped his wet hair in futility–doing so with an already damp handkerchief was no good, but the weight of your conversation earlier made you hesitate on bringing out your thoughts. You had both been unbelievably silent once you answered his question,

“Do you prefer it if I act like this?”

It was as if your brain went on autopilot when you responded…

[ I don’t like it. ]

(Mammon’s affection+10)

…not missing the slight upwards curve of his lips. You wanted to ask him further, but he had gone contemplative on your walk. The only time he talked to you again in your uncomfortable silence was to ask you if he can hold your hand when both of you felt the first few drops of rain in the sky. He calmly yet bashfully said that he didn’t want you to get wet; that he would run as fast as he could and asked if you could match his strides. He had always been sweet and thoughtful, but it was rare for him to be so direct about it. Even so, you somehow felt that it was still wrong to ask questions back, especially if he seemed to distance from you since your response. His excuse, “I don’t want you to get wet.” made too much sense that you wish it didn’t so you’d have the right to at least be even slightly annoyed with him. Was he such a gentleman tonight! Your heart couldn’t calm down!

His peculiar behaviour did not escape notice upon reaching home. Lucifer wasn’t there when you arrived, but Satan made a good substitute (don’t ever tell him that to his face though) for your usual serving of scoldings. His friendly smiles carried a sinister air to them, his “gentle” inquiries even the more.

“Where have you two been and why are you wet, Mammon?”

You turned to the said demon who remained composed and unflinching. He smiled as if he were ashamed. “They waited for me at my part time job hence my appearance. I apologise.”

Ah. Satan looked as surprised as you were. His handsome and almost unfittingly angelic features drew closer to his elder and scrutinised him with a careful eye. “Are you really Mammon?” he must have been so taken aback to hastily dog ear his book. The usual him would have been inflamed at even the thought. Asmo learned it the hard way when he borrowed a grimoire of curses just a week ago—something something to rid himself of an unwanted suitor. You could hear him now, his representative sin flickering within his emerald eyes with all its wrathful glory:  “Only a barbarian wouldn’t use a bookmark!”

But there was none of that now. Instead, he looked somewhat disturbed. Understandable—you didn’t know what’s going on either.

“The very one.” Mammon replied, fixing the loose spectacles edging away from his nose bridge. “Now, if you excuse me, I shall procure a change of clothes for myself. And…” he turned to you and called your name. “Feel free to eat dinner first. I must clean up the mess I made with my drenched state. I will be back as soon as I could.”

He lied. The empty dinner table now housed a Beelzebub who came to obtain “rations” occasionally, only to be stopped by a still-smiling Satan, sans the book he had been pre-occupied with when you entered the mansion. His nails seemed newly polished–a habit he only practised once he had finished the chores for that night; Asmodeus was an accomodating beautician, more than willing to help Satan finish painting the fingers of his non-dominant hand with his usual artistic flourish. Even so, he still accompanied you to dinner, insisting that he was hungry, and even complied to your request to wait for Mammon who hadn’t shown a shadow of his presence for more than an hour. Both of you exchanged a look of worry. Your stomach voiced out its complaint as well, but you paid it no mind.

“What’s taking him so long?”

Satan didn’t answer. Instead, he insisted you should start eating. The absence of hostility on his features only made you even the more tense; the occasional clinking of your glass, as well as the sound of fork and knife hitting on older-than-your-grandma porcelain not helping on calming you down. Painful minutes have passed with silence, only interrupted by the occasional Beelzebub, rummaging the food that Satan left untouched.

“Is it okay if he takes your dinner?"

Satan made a sound of approval, pretending to be interested in your conversation; but you can see it in his eyes that he was distracted by something. "Anything bothering you?” you asked, causing the glazed look in his eyes to finally disappear. ‘Ah, he’s back’, you could not help but think. “Don’t mind me and eat your food.”

But you minded and you minded a lot. It was unusual for him to be so distracted especially in the presence of someone else. He had always been careful about how he acted in front of others (even to his own family), so whatever was bothering him must be serious. Was it about Mammon? He kept on looking at his empty seat after all. Sighs were heard from his side, brows furrowed for most of dinner. “I’m already finished.” you answered, hoping he’d finally be willing to share his obvious worries with you but he kept silent. You decided to speak again.

“I’ll take care of the dishes,” you paused and gauged his expressions. “So, can you please tell me what’s going on? Is there anything I should know?” If what he was worrying about was Mammon and his strange behaviour, then you’d rather cut all pleasantries and get to the point. You had a feeling that Satan would let it slide this time. True to your gut feelings, his tense expressions finally relaxed, turning to Beelzebub to give his approval for the said avatar of gluttony to take his dessert pudding.

“I think I might know what’s going on with him. I’ve encountered it before in one of my readings. However…” his expression turned serious again. “I cannot fathom how he succumbed to it. His mental strength is the best among us.”

Mental strength?

Satan nodded as you spoke out loud. “I’m willing to talk to you about it in my room. I don’t want Mammon to hear it.” He looked to your leftmost side where your DDD was located. “Do you mind if you message him first?"

A message was sent, read and replied to after a few minutes with perfect grammar and punctuation. There was none of his usual accent in his text lingo, making you unnerved but you kept it to yourself.

Mammoney

Understood. I shall retire for the night then. Thank you for worrying about me. Good night and, I love you.

You saw Satan’s face pale as he read Mammon’s reply on your notifications tab, muttering something about how ridiculous it all was and you couldn’t help but agree. It was sweet though, at least in your own biased, rose-coloured eyes. If Levi were here, he would have cried out, "NORMIES EXPLODE!!!” in injustice and you would have laughed at his face.

Satan’s room was the same as usual—cluttered yet organised, teeming with books at every corner. There was an occasional cat artwork on the walls, a huge bulletin board-whiteboard hybrid containing book quotes and daily reminders. A faint smell of cat food was in the air, his green sweater (that looked like it was covered in cat hair) folded neatly on the sofa. He took it and threw it in his hamper and asked you to sit there.  “This would take a while.” he smiled sheepishly and gestured you to look at his whiteboard, erasing Hemingway and Frost from its corner. Tomorrow’s groceries were transferred to a post-it note and pinned on a free corner of the bulletin board. Perhaps due to the ink staying there for too long, it still left a faint, smudged stain, easily fixed by a wet tissue and some rubbing alcohol. He began writing anyway, leaving that little chore of his to-do for later.

“Too difficult (that) you need to draw it?”, you asked.

Satan chuckled. “It’s easier to understand with some diagrams, don’t you think?"

"He isn't…involved in anything dangerous, is he?"

Satan raised an eyebrow, his lips curving up to a teasing smile. "He already is even before this all happened.”

You remembered the witches,and just the other day, an irate restaurant owner demanding you to pay for the damages he caused on his part-time job. Ah…

“You’re right.” You stared at the diagram he was drawing on the whiteboard, familiar with the runes and symbols arranged in concentric fashion. You began to feel nervous. “A magic circle?"

"A curse,” He corrected. “A popular one at that, that utilises hypnotism as its medium. You must have seen it before.”

You considered it and looked at the runes again, drawing a blank. Satan noticed this and reluctantly gave you a hint. A faint blush coloured his cheeks as he recited the familiar lines:

“Badazim, Badaboom, on my count of one and two, reform the wayward you, Alakazam Alakaglum, you are no longer (a) scum!"

"Mr. Magic!!” You shouted (just as he finished his embarrassing chant). “Now that I look at the runes again, it does look like the magic circle he taught us to use!"

Mr. Magic was a popular kids’ show in Devildom that was comparable to Human world’s Spongeb☆b. It was enjoyable to watch even as an adult, and appealed to even the angels. You often watched it with Luke whenever they invited you for a sleepover at their dormitory. Its most popular episode, simply titled as Mr. Magic’s Hypnosis Special was such a huge hit in Devildom and Heaven that it caused a hypnosis craze a few hundred years ago(at least that’s what Levi had told you). Apparently, one of the spells Mr. Magic taught in that episode was one that reformed bad demons to good ones. Honestly, you were surprised about that. You didn’t have the warmest welcome when you got here so you assumed the human world’s portrayal of hell was pretty close to reality. However, they were surprisingly grey like humans are. Getting closer to the demons in the exchange program only proved that point further.

"Right, the very one. Remember when Mammon fell victim to that a few months back?"

You heard about it but didn’t actually get to see Mammon acting like a "good demon” as his brothers had hinted you, but based on their reactions and Mammon’s embarrassment, it must have been quite a sight to behold.

“Don’t tell me that he fell for it twice?"

Satan made a complicated face. "Yes and no. Frankly, I still don’t understand how anyone could fall for the same trick twice. Mammon may be an idiot but he isn’t stupid.” The roundabout way he complimented his elder was almost heartwarming. Satan drew a huge question mark next to the magic circle. “He’s also really strong,” he added. “And is the most mentally resilient of us brothers. It doesn’t make sense that he’s acting like this.”

“Did someone trick him?"

"Possible, but we cannot know for sure. However, it would be troublesome if my other brothers would know about it.”

“Why so?"

"Lucifer would get all annoying again and blame us for what happened with Mammon. He’s his favourite after all.”

He frowned when you suddenly burst in laughter. “Ah, you laugh now but you should see him. I’m speaking the truth, you know. If you don’t want to hear a litany of scoldings, why don’t you agree to help me fix this?"

"Not like I’d refuse anyway.” you shrugged.

“That makes things easier then. Let’s take advantage of the situation.” He walked towards a stack of books and spoke again. “Where is he now?"

"He’s asleep.”

“Are you sure?"

"Like a baby,” you answered. “He had a long day.”

Nodding, Satan took a grimoire from an unstable stack of books. It reminded you of jenga nights with the brothers with how he carefully slid the said book out(minus his attempts to bring it back to balance) once he had gotten what he wanted. “Actually, now that I think about it…there might be one reason why he’s doing this that makes sense…”

“Hm?” he was speaking so softly that you didn’t hear him. Satan shook his head. “Nevermind. Let’s act fast while he’s still asleep.”

You quietly agreed and led him to your shared room where Mammon was sleeping soundly. He had always been a heavy sleeper so it was often a struggle for you to wrestle your blankets out of his grasp at times when he sleeps before you. As you expected—he was cuddling your blanket again and snoring softly on his side of the bed. Satan looked at you and whispered. “I’ll start?” You nodded and opened the bedside lamp for him. “Thank you.” You stepped back and watched as Satan’s magical energy enveloped him in glowing emerald, a colour he associated with as well as his representative sin. Some foreign words were chanted—a reversed version of the magic circle he drew earlier was hovering over your sleeping lover and covering his entire body. As Satan finished his chants, a splash of light enveloped Mammon, disappearing into a puff of smoke and leaving a scent of sulphur in the air–which, in your months of learning about curses and hexes, was something you understood is an indication that a spell had been casted properly.

“That should do it.” Satan closed his grimoire, looking satisfied with the results. “He should be back to normal once he wakes up.”

Your heart was filled with gratitude. While you liked the change, it did leave you with mixed feelings, especially after hearing that Mammon’s graceful behaviour was a result of a curse. As much as you loved how much of a gentleman he was for today, you preferred it if he acted like himself. “Thank you, Satan. I really appreciate it.”

Satan looked bashful with your sudden show of sincerity. “It’s nothing.” He cleared his throat and awkwardly looked to his side. “About what I said earlier…”

“Earlier?”

He shook his head and muttered, “No, it doesn’t matter anymore. Well, have a good night.”

“Good night to you too.”

You felt really tired after you heard the door being shut gently so you lied next to Mammon on the bed and wrapped your arms around him. “Good night, Mammon.” you said as you placed a chaste kiss on his cheek and shut your eyes tightly, wishing for sleep.

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You woke up the next morning feeling like you’ve forgotten something important. You turned to your side to see that Mammon was still sound asleep, unable to escape from him as he had wrapped his arms around your waist. Not like you were in a hurry to wake up anyway, you thought to yourself as you smiled and parted the bangs obscuring your beloved demon’s handsome face. The gesture made him stir in his sleep, his tightly shut eyes opening slightly.

“Sorry, you should get a bit more sleep.”

His mouth opened slightly, holding back a yawn. He moaned in protest and nuzzled to you even closer, not saying a word.

“You want to stay like this?” you felt him nod from the crook of your neck. “Okay, I don’t mind that,” You nodded back and stroked his head; but just as your hand was about to touch his hair, you felt him pull away from you(almost by force) as he sat on the bed and rummaged the bedside drawer.

His pair of spectacles now sat comfortably on the bridge of his nose, his hair tidied up a bit through his attempt of combing it with his fingers. It was odd: he looked a lot like himself yesterday but something was…out of place.

“M-My apologies, I have shown you such a disgraceful appearance.” he turned to you and smiled shakily. “Good morning, hu…my love.”

Huh?!

>continue to next scenario

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*A/N: The curse and Mr. Magic are based on the "Demon Brothers (New)" chatroom called Hypnosis Time 1.