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#sexy chick#chief keef#coquette#gaslight gatekeep girlboss#im just a girl#alt core#alt aesthetic#alternative fashion#alt goth#gothcore#goth aesthetic#gothgoth#scream queens#american horror story#scam#euphoria#effy stonem#girlblogging#blogging#style inspiration#inspiration#SoundCloud#femcel#follow#looking for mutuals#art#funny#lana del rey#photography
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the superbowl would be a lot cooler if they werent wearing helmets so you could know who is cute or not
#super bowl#superbowl#super bowl 2024#usher#sports#sport#football#49ers#san fransisco 49ers#kansas city chiefs#kc chiefs#memes#dank memes#lol memes#funny#gaslight gatekeep girlboss#girlblogging#cute#athlete#taylor swift#swifties#travis kelce#kelce
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in a perfect world, oleana would realize that she deserves better than rose and macros cosmos after the darkest day so she takes up the mantle of the dynamax professor from magnolia and eventually connects with a fellow assistant that had their devotion taken advantage of by their shit bosses.
#they are literally THE girlbosses that deserved better ship#one of these days i'll do an full-on infodump on oleana and my ideal ending for her#i just want to see her happy ya know#once again i don't think rose is a wholly terrible or irredeemable person but he did do a lot of shitty things to further his own plans so.#he gets the shitty boss title and i don't want to see him within 50 miles of oleana#pokemon#pokemon sword and shield#pkmn swsh#pokemon sun and moon#pkmn sumo#secretary oleana#pokemon oleana#branch chief wicke#pokemon wicke#devotedassistantshipping#ship : oleana & wicke#🎨 : mj draws
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karen is SUCH an enabler for shawn
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RAGHHHHHHHHHHH GO BILLS!!!!!!!!
ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED!!!!! NOT BAD FOR A CITY OF LOSERS!!!!! 😛😛😛😛😛😛😛🦬🦬🦬🦬🦬
#I have several baltimore fan friends who were really egging me on this week. I will not gloat over them. BUT I WILL GLOAT HEREEE#lamar jackson mv(3 turnovers)#gibson-girlboss#ask#fingers crossed next week versus the refs#oops I mean the chiefs
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hi tumblr, it's been a while...
#sosa#chief keef#asap rocky#a$ap rocky#lana del ray aka lizzy grant#lana del rey#pretty flacko#archive#aesthetic#gaslight gatekeep girlboss#girlblogging#this is a girlblog#this is what makes us girls#trashy moodboard#messy girl#messy moodboard#messy icons#the weeknd#xo the weeknd
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Shiv is a real testament to where chasing male validation lands you because she looked down on Caroline the whole series just to end up in essentially the same spot as her. It's like we watched her try to outrun fate just to be resigned to it in the end.
#succession#shiv roy#a cautionary girlboss tale#in another life where she didn't succumb to the dangling carrot#she's chief of staff or something
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baby grip deterrent vs baby grip fail


[ID: two digital monochrome drawings of three original, stylised Flatland characters - named Atlas, Chief Jr and Stella - on cream backgrounds.
Atlas is a light grey isosceles triangle with scars on his side and eye, chips in his top and bottom corner, one central eye, black limbs and a black tail. Chief Jr is a circle with black limbs, a black tail, one central eye, and is wearing a black crown. Stella is a small, vaguely humanoid character with an eye for a head.
In the first photo on the left, Atlas is standing proudly with a dark grey scarf coming from behind his body, tied together at each end. He has one hand on the scarf and the other is hanging down. His tail is held up to his right. He is smiling while looking behind himself. There is an arrow pointing to the right of the image, showing Atlas’s back. The scarf continues around his back, making a sling with Stella nestled inside it. She is looking up at Atlas with a wide eye. There is writing next to her that says “itty bitty…”.
In the second photo, Chief is standing and holding Stella - who is swaddled in a white blanket. She is staring up at him with a wide eye and holding onto one of his bottom eyelashes. Chief is looking ahead with an absent stare and a lowered brow in an annoyed expression. The tip of his tail is also twitching in an irritated manner.
End ID.]
#control that beast#baby grip is actually no joke holy hell#i remember trying to hug one of my infant brothers as a kid and he ripped a chunk of hair out of my head. ow#flatland#oc#atlas huntsworth#chief jr.#stella#i changed chiefs foot shape / heels a bit#so now he’s got the girlboss clompers#serve bitch
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artificer x the chieftain is kinda dogshit actually
#rain world#yapping#the chief is too much of a real girlboss to get with the rat that murdered their people
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if timmy zahn had like a patreon where i could pay him to write me one shot fics about my favourite girlbosses. that would fix me
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#chief keef#love sosa#female hysteria#gaslight gatekeep girlboss#girl interrupted syndrome#SoundCloud
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waittttt should i stop complaining about men a
#wlw post#chief keef#opium#dan and phil#markiplier#lol#australia#comedy#lana del rey#gaslight gatekeep girlboss#grunge aesthetic#phoebe bridgers#clairo#faye webster
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fellas, I’ve witnessed Pure Cinema

I Have Plans That I cannot Share With You Because The Haters Will Try To Sabotage Me


#yep. yep yep yepyepyepyepyepyep 10/10 would leave a fantastic yelp review#THE WAY he started getting more confident the second the trans women started cheering him on MMMHMM. I KNOW THAT’S RIGHT!#Time to make it my entire personality and suggest it to every person I meet#the way. I started chanting FUCK HIM UPP‼️ when he went at the chief of police and the man who thinks himself god#Dev Patel you’ve got yourself a new subscriber girlboss#god I wish I could’ve seen it in theaters but I live in french speaking city and french dubs SUCKS ASS#anyways uhh Go Watch Monkey Man is an excellent time 👌🏻#monkey man#dev patel
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" 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐰𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 "
𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: 𝐡𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧, 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐥𝐥?
content warnings: male reader, comfort/hurt/comfort, two old men, SFW, ill/chronically ill reader, misunderstood feelings, fontaine story quest spoilers!!!, Furina is the same gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss, bear with me theyre in love they're just doomed by the narrative
clarification: case of collywobbles translates roughly to a case of butterflies in the stomach
the plan for this chapter changed as I was writing it and the title of the chapter became basically irrelevant BUT i still think it's fitting
" welcome back, caller @yuri1306! connecting your line as we speak... "
*dramatic drumroll*
hey guys it's finally out
A fair warning to all my returning readers: this may not be my best work, I'll be the first to admit that a lot of this was impeded by my writers block and I really needed to just push this out to get past it
many apologizes to @yuri1306 I did my best to try and encapsulate the entirety of your request my creative flow was not creatively flowing as well as it usually does :(((
That being said I don't think it's bad!!!
I still hope you all enjoy <33
“She really is quite something, is she not?”
Neuvillette’s head pivoted to turn to the new voice. Unfamiliar at best, intimidating at worst.
Furina de Fontaine’s inaugural speech; a historic moment and a moment none in attendance were soon to forget.
Yet, instead of flocking to the stage to request audience with Focalors herself, you were here.
You lagged behind the crowd.
You chose to speak with Neuvillette instead.
In accordance with social etiquette, he wiped the suspicious look off of his face. “She is confident, assertive. She has done well in establishing a name for herself in a social setting as brutal as the court.”
You hummed, resting both palms on the intricate cane you’d chosen to accessorize yourself with. “It’s a shame in all actuality. She would have done better to take the harsh critique of the first half of her speech. I would much prefer to see a face of humility and honesty leading the nation of justice.”
Neuvillette did not respond.
The silence was supposedly uncomfortable, and yet the regular churning nausea of awkward tension didn’t seem to constrict the Iudex’s airway.
Carefully, you peeled a gloved hand from the handle of your cane. You offered it to the judge politely.
Cautiously, he gripped it in his own hand before giving it a simple shake.
“I am [name], I have been appointed to serve as the acting chief advisor of Fontaine. It is a pleasure to meet you, Monsieur Neuvillette.”
“How did you-”
You raised a brow curiously, looking at the large crowd of people before looking back to the other man still currently holding your hand in his own. “...forgive my cheek when I say this, Monsieur, but it truly isn’t difficult to pick you out of a crowd. I must say, your predecessor didn’t mince his words when it came to describing your appearance, you are exactly as he described.”
Even as you hid the amused expression stretching the lower half of your face behind your fingers, the red tainting his otherwise pale skin was not as easily disguised. Still, even in the face of his unmistakable embarrassment, he did his best to steer the conversation elsewhere. “You’ve spoken to him?”
You nodded, resting a hand on your cane. “For someone as old as I am, I have my connections.” You gestured towards the stage, “Lest another have been chosen for this position.”
Another silence settled between the two of you.
He coughed into his fist, volume diminishing as he asked, “My predecessor, he didn’t… speak poorly of me, did he?”
He watched your expression twist with mirth, eyes glinting with poorly veiled amusement. “No, nothing of the sort. You can rest assured he was nothing but kind towards you.” You paused, leaning on your cane as you seemed to think on your words, “Well, at the very least, he wasn’t cruel. I’m sure you of all people know he’s become far too short-tempered for pleasantries.”
Neuvillette sighed, posture deflating just the slightest bit.
It was impossible to miss the chuckle that escaped at his expense. “In the very least, you were spared the worst of mentors. I’ve heard that one of the remaining Adepti seems intent on meddling in their apprentice’s love lives.”
“You can’t be serious,” the other man responded.
“Oh, completely serious,” You gestured for him to follow you out into the lobby; there was far less crowding, “I felt so terribly for the young woman last I made the journey to Liyue. If you were to ask my opinion on the matter, Xianyun is far in over her head trying to meddle in the affairs of young love.”
He blinked, “Xianyun?”
You hummed, placing a contemplative hand under your chin. “You’ve never left the boundaries of Fontaine, have you?”
He shook his head.
“Her Adeptal name is Cloud Retainer, aside from that, she is referred to by the name Xianyun. She has currently taken on an apprentice in the shape of a young half-human half-adeptus,” you explained, trailing up the steps to and from the large theater. “Ganyu has a very sweet temperament, but it seems as her master attempts to push further into her personal affairs, the further she’s moving to get away from her.”
Neuvillette nodded his head, tentatively following your lead away from the large crowd. “Is this related to why you are treating Lady Furina in a similar manner?”
You paused, looking towards him. “Oh, not in the slightest.”
You could see the confusion growing further onto his face. You snickered behind your glove again, turning your back to continue trailing up the stairs.
Still, he followed you up the countless steps towards the lobby. “I see… I suppose I’m having trouble understanding why you wouldn’t be at Lady Furina’s side in a moment like this.”
You hummed, “Well, the hydro archon has already made her bed, I can do nothing but allow her to lay in it.”
“I’m… not following.”
You tapped your cane on the floor pointedly, “Well, Focalors has many plans to set in motion. I play both a pivotal role in the production myself, but as of now, my only obligation is to play the role of a spectator.”
Neuvillette’s brows furrowed. “...Has she asked you to be away from her in these moments?”
You shook your head. “Not directly. But upon watching her grand performance upon the equally grand stage, what choice am I left with?” You pushed open the door to the lobby with one hand, pressing your back against it to allow Neuvillette to cross the threshold first. “Lady Furina has portrayed herself as the almighty, someone completely untouchable by the likes of man or any other power.”
“Are you upset by her decision to do so?” The Iudex inquired, gripping his own cane closer to his chest.
You shook your head, "Not at all. But let’s think for a moment what it would look like if the moment she steps off the stage, all questions are instead directed to her advisor.” You followed after him in the next breath, trailing towards the entrance to the grand theater. “In most scenarios, her all-powerful archon of justice is immediately crumpled in the eyes of the common person.”
“...”
You shrugged, “At least, when I put myself in the shoes of the lay person, I am not fooled. She can put on as grand an act as she wishes on the stage, but when she is no longer in a space that is built for a performance, the reality behind the facade is suddenly revealed. If Furina de Fontaine really is all knowing and all knowledgeable, why would she need to hide behind her advisor in the face of questions?”
Neuvillette almost audibly heard something click in his brain. “You are staying away so she can better maintain her image?” He pushed the door to the Epiclese open, welcoming in the sunlight.
You snapped your fingers, “Correct!” You dusted your shoulder off as you passed through the door. “She MUST rely on herself. There is no glancing to the sidelines for reassurance or answers, this solution removes all distractions.”
The Iudex nodded, thoughtful. “I believe I’m beginning to understand.”
“I’m glad,” you took in a deep breath of air as you began to make the long trek towards the Fountain of Lucine,
“We are, of course, going to be working together for a very long time.”
“I figured I would find you here.”
Against the noise of rain pelting against his back, the Iudex lifted his head from his contemplative stupor.
The dreary grays of the backdrop seemed to melt together similarly to how his thoughts slowly blended together to form one big amalgamated lump. Still, in spite of the hail Mary of all storms boring holes into the fabric of your umbrella, you stood face to face with him in the rain.
“...”
“...”
He gave a half-hearted sigh, any coherent thought swimming in the puddles sloshing against the bottoms of his shoes.
“Why are you out?”
You didn’t answer to start with. He didn’t know if it was because you were thinking over your words or if it was because you couldn’t hear him over the sound of water against the pavement.
“Well, why are you out?”
Answering a question with another question; typical.
“I am troubled.”
You hummed, moving your umbrella off your shoulder. You held it between the two of you, equidistant so it’d stop the rain pouring all over the other man’s handsome features.
“Troubled about what, Neuvillette?”
The skin between his brows creased as he tried to come up with a good answer.
He was a judge, someone that is meant to be completely unbiased in the face of the law. He is to hear a case, come to the correct conclusion, and be able to live with himself at the end of the day.
“A case.”
You waited…
…and waited…
…and then waited some more.
“...a case?” You tilted your head to the side.
Neuvillette struggled to hold eye contact, letting his gaze drop to the rising flood. “It was a case of theft, a single mother.”
You gave a knowing hum. “I see. Have you come to the conundrum of justice versus fairness?”
Again, you waited on a response.
“...It isn’t so much that I haven’t seen cases like this before, it was something about the desperation on her face as she begged for leniency I was unable to grant her.”
You nodded again. “Still, am I correct to assume you have come to the moral dilemma of fairness versus justice?”
His frown only deepened. “I do not understand what you mean.”
You poked a finger to your temple, “Well, logically, you are aware that theft is a crime. You know that it is just and correct to dole out a sentence for a crime."
“...”
You poked him in the chest, “But you feel like the sentence is unfair because she had no other choice.”
“...”
“You, as the Iudex, are unable to give her leniency because she committed a crime, but your heart wants to right the injustices she and her child are forced to endure,” You gestured towards the streets. “The Court of Fontaine rarely sees those less fortunate unless they are begging. Despite being the ones in charge, those in the Court are shielded from the problems of the common person. You aren’t used to seeing someone in a situation where crimes become a necessity.”
“...I suppose I am not.”
You nodded again, “You see her, you hear her cries, you know her reasons, and yet, as a judge, you are unable to save her. You must be wondering, why is that?”
Like a lost puppy, Neuvillette’s head bobbed up and down.
"I’m afraid, I cannot answer,” You reached into your breast pocket, blindly searching for your pocket watch. “We can only have faith that the system will work in its due time. Pray that the Fortress of Meropide treats her well, ask of Focalors to look over the poor child in the House of the Hearth.”
“...”
“...”
“...”
The corner of your lips quirked up in a smile. “What can be considered a misfortune can actually be a blessing in disguise.”
Neuvillette tilted his head to the side.
You gestured to the falling water, “Rain may be commonplace in Fontaine, but in areas of Teyvat, rain is so rare it’s considered a sign or blessing.”
“...That may be so.”
You adjusted your grasp on the umbrella. “I am not originally from Fontaine. Where I am from, rainfall this heavy would be considered a wonderful blessing.”
“...”
You waited for a response from him. However, he didn’t seem to have one to give.
“...”
You reached a hand out to him.
He stared at it for a moment.
You did your best to smile.
“What is this for?”
“Well,” you began, “You seem to be in low spirits. I thought perhaps I would do my best to help shift your perspective. There will be no convincing you unless there is some kind of change of pace.”
He frowned. “Do you intend to lead me somewhere?”
You shook your head.
“...Well, what do you intend to do in any case?”
You gestured to the water cascading down the sides of the plastic umbrella, “I want to celebrate a bountiful rain.”
His sour expression only seemed to deepen as he looked around. “I don’t understand what there is to celebrate. We are in Fontaine. Rain is an impediment to daily life.”
You sighed, “Well, I want to help reframe your thoughts.” You pointed to him, “Your perspective on the rain is inherently negative. You believe it’s nothing but a nuisance.”
“...”
You placed a hand over your heart, “It might have been a while since I’ve made a trip home, but still, everytime the rain is plentiful, it brings a smile to my face.”
Once again, he didn’t respond. Wordlessly, his gloved hand slipped into your own.
Tentatively, you dropped the umbrella to the ground, facing the full wrath of the droplets soaking into your expensive suit.
Immediately, Neuvillette’s face twisted in alarm.
Still, you took his other hand in your own, beginning the steps to the traditional Fontainian Waltz.
His mouth opened to speak, but it seemed without the shield of the umbrella, you couldn’t hear the sound of his protests. Instead, you dropped one of his hands to bring him into a messy twirl.
He flailed awkwardly for a moment, cheeks lighting up a red hue as he did his best not to slip on the wet bricks. It was more than obvious he was used to dancing the lead. Even in his embarrassment, it seemed he didn’t have the heart to stop you.
At the sound of a jovial laugh, even as the sky cried around the two of you, he felt his burning cheeks begin to light up in flames.
Slowly, but surely, the clouds began to part.
Another twirl, a few more shuffling paces, a misstep from him, more snickers at his expense.
Another handful of steps, and this time he would be the one to twirl you around.
It seemed time melded into a loop, nothing more than a concept that happened to slip your mind. The rain dissipated to nothing more than a fond memory.
As the dance came to a close, you coughed into the palm of your glove, trying to clear your throat. “Are you feeling any better now, Monsieur Neuvillette?”
“Just Neuvillette. Monsieur feels much too formal.”
Your polite smile stretched upwards just a little more as your shoes created little ripples in the surface of the unnaturally large puddles. “I’ll take it that you are feeling better, then?”
“Much. Thank you.”
You nodded again, “Well, I want to continue our discussion from earlier–about the mother and her upcoming sentence.”
“...hm?”
You chuckled, “Did you forget already?”
He shook his head, “Of course not!” He tapped his cane against the ground, “It’s simply the fact I lack understanding for why you are bringing up the subject again.”
You hummed, playfully incredulous. “Yes, yes, anyways, let me make my point,” You cleared your throat once again, “Think of her sentence as a new beginning for both her and her child. The Fortress of Meropide is by no means a kind place, but it is no crueler than the same streets that forced her to become a thief in the first place.”
He tucked an arm behind his back.
“Just as you viewed the rain as a nuisance, she views her sentence as a punishment. In reality, I believe the situation is a blessing in disguise,” You made a circular motion with your wrist, “Both her and her child will be cared for by their respective shelters. She will have a job to occupy her time, a source of income, and her and her child will go to sleep in a warm bed, well fed. Mother and son are only going to be separated for a short period of time, hopefully when they are reunited, the mother will have found steady employment in the Fortress.”
“Your health is beginning to get worse.”
Your eyes trailed behind you. “I'm surprised you noticed, my Lady. You've been busy as of late.”
Furina clicked her tongue, shaking her head dismissively. “What kind of archon would I be if I was not aware of my personal retainer’s health? You underestimate me.”
You rolled your eyes, flicking her nose affectionately. “I am your advisor, not your retainer nor your assistant. I am aware of your struggles, you don't need to pretend when it's just the two of us.”
Her cheeks puffed up angrily, rubbing the red blurb on her face. “Even if nobody is around, that doesn't mean you can embarrass me!”
You reached into your pocket to pull out a handkerchief, laughter turning into coughing behind a palm. You held the cloth over your mouth, feeling much too weak and pitiful for your own good. “Apologies, Lady Furina,” you sputtered out, “I will refrain from putting you in such a position in the future.”
She huffed, turning up her nose. “I expect nothing less from you.”
You took a deep breath, wiping your face with your kerchief. Stilling your breathing, you gave a cursory glance at the “Hydro Archon”. After so long of suffering, it pained you to know that she was indeed so far away from the finish line. “My Lady, I am afraid my time may come sooner rather than later.”
Her eyes widened. “You can't mean you're...”
You shook your head, doing your best to suppress another laugh for the sake of your throat, “No! Gods, no. I am anything but fragile, I will make it perfectly fine.”
She let out a groan, immediately taking to beating on your arm indignantly. “You infidel! You made me believe you were going to pass away! How cruel!”
You shielded yourself from her attacks playfully, backing up and raising your hands to stop her, “How terrible, Furina! You're attacking a sick man in broad daylight!”
She let another irritated groan slip, smacking your arm once more, “Only because you attacked me first!”
You cocked your head to the side, “I did not!”
“Did too!” She pointed an accusatory finger, “You attacked my emotional wellbeing! How was I supposed to be able to recover from the death of my most treasured advisor?”
You placed a hand over your heart, “You mean it, my lady?”
Her cheeks puffed up again, swelling a brilliant claret. She only grew more incensed as you continued to poke at her. Though, instead of using your words, your failure to quash a smile was more than enough to provoke her.
Still, as the merciful and benevolent archon she was, she pardoned your sins.
She crossed her arms, “When are you leaving?”
“Leaving?”
You felt a prick of anxiety inject its way into your nervous system. “Ah, Neuvillette, how lovely to see you again.”
Furina also paused in her tracks at the familiar voice. She remained silent.
“A pleasure to meet your acquaintance again, Lady Furina, [name],” he offered out a hand for you to shake. Hastily, you tucked your handkerchief in your breast pocket. “What is this about leaving?”
You took his hand in your own, “Nothing drastic, simply an appointment I must be on time for. Regrettably, I will be unable to spectate the proceedings of today’s trial.”
Neuvillette nodded, “I see. There will always be the archives in my office in case you'd like to catch up with the case material at any point.”
You nodded, humming with a courteous smile. “Perhaps I will take you up on that offer.”
Furina finally took the chance to speak up, “You have yet to answer my question, Monsieur. As your superior, I believe I am privy to such information.”
You diverted your attention from Neuvillette, pondering for a moment. “Around 15:00? I believe that should be ample time to make my appointment.”
Neuvillette perked up immediately, “Ah, is this in regards to your cough?”
Nodding, you turned your attention to the Grand Theatre, “Unfortunately it is. Usually, I would've recovered by this point, but because it's persisting I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands.”
Furina pulled her own small pocketwatch from where it was stashed. It popped open with a quiet, ‘click!’ “It seems we’ll have to cut this chance meeting short, Guests will be arriving soon for the trial.”
Neuvillette nodded, “I suppose we should be heading inside to take our seats,” He made a vague motion with a gloved hand, “Shall we?”
“Furina, would you be so kind as to allow us a moment alone?” She cocked her head to the side at your suggestion, but she relented.
“Alright, but before I leave, can I request just one thing?” She crossed her arms in front of her chest.
Dutifully, you nodded.
She beckoned you closer with a finger.
It was your turn to raise a brow at her.
Still, you leaned in.
She tugged on your sleeve.
You leaned in even further.
“Come back in one piece,” she whispered, pinching the shell of your ear.
You gave a yelp as you tugged your head away from her assaulting fingers, rubbing the new crescent marks her nails left behind. “Now, was that really necessary, my Lady?”
She gave a triumphant smile, though you could tell by the way it wilted at the corners, she was less than thrilled. She placed a hand over her heart, giving her signature bow, “Perfectly necessary. Now, allow me to excuse myself.” Still, as she stood, she pointed an accusatory finger, “Keep this brief, after all Monsieur Neuvillette has a trial to preside over.”
“Of course,” you placed a hand over your own heart, mirroring her as you lowered your head, “I wouldn't dream of delaying any proceedings.”
She allowed herself one more parting glance before scampering off into the building to take her seat.
Watching her figure disappear, you finally returned your gaze back to Neuvillette. You coughed into your fist, trying to alleviate the pressure in your trachea. He only observed you silently.
“Neuvillette?”
“Yes?”
“Take a walk with me,” regretfully, you tacked on, “I'd enjoy your company one last time.”
It was unlike such a building to be so quiet. Still, given the hour, the Palais Mermonia lay dormant.
Only the Iudex and his retainer remained. Despite his more than spacious residential quarters, his chambers were too restrictive on this night in particular. They felt empty. They felt devoid of something, he just didn't know what.
So, instead of sleeping, he found himself running his hand along the cold marble walls. Trailing the corridor without a particular destination in mind, the candle in his other hand flickered and cast its shadow against the dark. It dawned on Neuvillette that he truly neglected the rest of his home the longer he walked. A vast dining hall, an equally large kitchen, a comically extensive library; all completely left to rot as he worked himself to death.
As he reached his hand to turn the knob of another door, he felt a sense of trepidation wash over him. One that wasn't present when he entered any of the other rooms.
Why?
…
He didn't know.
He let his grip lay slack on the handle for another moment while he wracked his brain for any ideas. What was this room? Had he been here before? Why could he feel his hand shaking?
Finally, he put those thoughts out of his mind when the lock clicked open and the wooden door swung open with a loud ‘creeeaaakkkk’.
‘Ah,’ he realized, ‘This was one of his rooms.’
A grand study, unchanged by time, greeted him. It was as if you'd never left. Sprawling bookshelves climbing up each wall, ladders haphazardly laid to lean on the dusty spines of forgotten books. An even larger than life desk at the far end, spotted with unsigned paperwork and long dried up ink pots. Even sadder, a single lamplight lily wilted in its pot at the corner of your desk.
He felt his heart crumble when he realized he had been the one to put it there.
The little makeshift lounge was equally well-preserved. A porcelain tea set he remembered so fondly collected dust at the center of the coffee table. Your favorite book lay across the arm of your favorite cushioned seat, a pressed flower bookmark denoting where you'd left off.
Neuvillette was almost tempted to pick up the novel himself, but he was afraid of two things. One, he didn't want to ruin this serenity, this moment frozen in time. Two, he didn't know if the book would actually hold itself together based on its age.
The armchair groaned as Neuvillette rested his weight on it. He felt a little bit like a loser, sitting alone in the middle of an empty room. Especially because the longer he sat, the more alone he felt. How long had it been since you invited him into your study like this? Could he even remember? It'd been around a century since you'd left…
…or had it been longer?
It only seemed to homogenize and blur the more he tried to remember. Years were starting to look more and more like the last the longer his monotonous life droned on.
It was so bad he couldn't remember how long ago it was he saw your face, but he remembered it. He definitely remembered what had been said.
'“Since you're needed elsewhere, I'm afraid much of what I want to say will go unsaid.”
“What do you mean?”
“I apologize for trying to deceive you, I truly am sorry,” you tapped your cane against the ground, “I was so close to getting away with it, too.”
“Deceiving me?” His expression shifted, “About what?”
“I’m leaving, yes,” You sighed, “But I'm afraid I won't be coming back.”
It felt like his heart stopped completely.
“I didn't want to drag you into matters that were already settled between myself and Focalors, but I know how you feel about me,” you awkwardly switched the hand gripping your cane, “When I thought about how devastated you'd be when you'd learned I'd lied to you, I decided I had to tell you.”
“But why?” Neuvillette asked, “Why would you only tell me now?”
A grimace overtook your features as the skies began to softly weep his sorrows, “You mustn't cry Neuvillette, Fontaine will need your strength now more than ever.”
“Do you really expect me to be strong in a moment like this? Am I not allowed to mourn?” He went to reach for your face, but his arm fell back to his side dejectedly. “You really won't be returning?”
“Knowing what I must do, I also know it will be the last of me.”
“Do you really need to leave today?” The Iudex grappled for some kind of opportunity, “Just one day, if I can have that, I can make peace with this.”
You shook your head, “I've put this off for too long already, I was afraid Fontaine wouldn't be ready for me to leave, I was even more afraid Furina wouldn't be able to continue on without me.”
“Not even a day?”
“I've made up my mind.” You finally let yourself rest a gloved hand on his cheek, watching his posture deflate while he leaned into your touch, “I'm eager to make this sacrifice for Fontaine, but I'm less than eager to leave you behind.”
“Why must you be the one to do it?” His voice came out like a whisper.
“I can't tell you,” you brushed your thumb across his cheek, wiping the rain away from his eyes, “But I want you to know before I am gone that you were loved, Neuvillette. I loved you, and I will die loving you.”
“Don't say that, please, don't say that.”
“Then, can I ask a favor of you?”
“Anything, anything I can offer.”
You smiled, “Take care of Furina, and take care of Fontaine.”’
How cruel, Neuvillette thought.
How cruel for Furina to leave him such a painful reminder this close to the very bed he slept in every night.
How awful for her to keep her hopes up when Neuvillette knew you wouldn’t return.
After all, what other reason would there be for her to keep your office so well maintained, so perfectly preserved and untouched.
It felt like Neuvillette was sitting in an empty tomb.
The wooden legs of the chair shrieked against the tile of the floor in the deafeningly silent study. He didn’t know where his feet were taking him, but he couldn’t decide on whether he wanted to leave or if he needed to stay longer.
Still, he paused in front of your former desk.
He didn't know why.
He also didn't know why he sat down in your nice leather office chair, rolling himself in so he could rest his head on the cool wooden desktop.
He didn't know why he was disappointed it didn't smell like you anymore. Of course it didn't smell like you, it'd been at least a hundred years since you were here. But maybe if he dug deep into his memories, he could pretend it did.
If he had gotten to have just one day, he could've made peace with your passing.
But how do you say goodbye to someone you considered to be your forever in just a few short moments?
Neuvillette couldn't come up with a good answer before he fell asleep again.
“Tall, lean, and emaciated. It was entirely unexpected for him to wake up at all.”
Furina clicked her tongue, dismissively. “I may not be the Hydro Archon any longer, but that doesn't mean you are allowed to freely criticize me. I asked to see him, I care not what state he's in.”
The attendant bowed stiffly, shoulders scrunched up. “I-I apologize, my lady,” He stammered, “I was unaware of what your intentions in meeting up with this man were, I believed his physical condition to be-”
She gave an irritated huff, puffing up her chest to express her discontent. Instantly, the man’s jaw snapped shut. She waved her hand. When the attendant didn't move, she waved her hand again.
Still, he didn't move.
“Helloooo? Do you have any idea what's going on?” Her expression shifted to be entirely displeased, “You are dismissed.”
“O-Oh!”
She watched the man scurry off like a sad puppy with its tail between its legs.
Finally, she turned her attention to the rather large door to the private room tucked away inside the infirmary of the Fortress of Meropide. She was left alone with her thoughts. Consequently, she could now focus on the nerves creeping up her spine.
It had been a month since the prophecy had been fulfilled, since she had saved the entirety of Fontaine.
She was free to be Furina now, free from her duties as the human half of Focalors.
It was exactly why she felt so confused about her anxiety of whatever lay beyond this door.
Her hands were clammy, her breathing accelerating. Her vision was starting to swim, and oh archons, was that a stress migraine brewing? For all the hard work she put into this, she didn't seem to be feeling the payoff.
But she couldn't be thinking like that now!
Instead of letting her doubts and worries consume her, she placed a shaky hand to the cold metal handle. Her movements were unsure as she wrapped her fingers around the bar. It felt like all the strength in her arm evaporated the longer she held onto the handle without doing anything.
So she used what little strength was left to sharply tug the door open.
"..."
“Furina?”
"..."
By the gods.
“Furina-” the voice was an exhausted rasp, “You have to tell me the seal didn't break, the prophecy didn't happen, I can't have failed-”
Her mouth opened to reassure you everything was fine, but the next moment her lips were curling as she tried to bite back a sniffle.
You took this to mean the worst, eyebrows curling upward in despair. A shaky hand reached towards your face, layering over your mouth.
Still, even when seeing you so worried and disappointed in yourself, she couldn't bring herself to cough up any words of affirmation.
'You didn't fail! Everyone was saved!’ she wanted to scream.
But instead she took a shaky first step over to the terribly thin cot you were situated on. Her arm absentmindedly raised to reach toward you.
“No, no, no, no, no-” Your hand raked through your already disheveled hair.
She took another step.
You pressed your hands together, hands clasped tight as you looked to the skies above, “I'm sorry, Egeria, Focalors, I promised I would- I swore-”
She began to walk.
“I promised Fontaine would be in good hands- I never meant to lie to you, Archons above if you may hear, forgive me-”
She could feel her own tears begin to slide down her cheeks as she watched you begin to openly weep, to pray and beg for some kind of mercy you did not need. She felt like a bag of bones as she took a seat next to you on the edge of the cot.
Your attention finally snapped to her, “Furina, my darling Furina, to you I am the most sorry-” You took a gasping breath, chest shaking as you heaved out another weak cry, “You have suffered in silence for centuries without me and I was unable to do the very least I promised to you-”
Her arm felt equally weightless when you picked up one of her limp hands to wrap up in your larger palms. Before you could continue to beg for forgiveness, her facial features twisted into just the smallest smile.
You almost didn't notice it until she started laughing.
With a renewed vigor, she wrapped her other hand around one of yours. Tears of relief streaming down her face, she all but shouted a victory cry in the middle of the quiet infirmary room, “We did it! We really did it! You don't need to be forgiven because we did it!”
As she celebrated, her happy tears flowed down her face, you didn't know how to respond at all.
“We… did it?”
She nodded quickly, all but shaking. “Yes, it's over, [name], we can finally rest.”
You blinked again, all but ceasing your tears.
“We can… rest? But- but what about-”
Your mind filtered between all the different things you could say.
What about your promise to Egeria? The deal you made with Focalors? You had sworn you would lay your life down to pave the pathway for a free Fontaine, a Fontaine without a curse lingering overhead. The seal you had sworn to protect until your last breath, it had broken… but it was still okay.
You were still here.
But what had happened? Were there any complications or bumps in the road? What about Furina? What would she do in her life as a cursed human? What would YOU do? And then there was…
“Neuvillette!” You suddenly snapped back to full alert, “What about Neuvillette?”
She smacked your arm, “You managed to survive and your first thought isn't even about yourself!” She sighed, wiping a tear from her cheek, “300 years has done nothing to change you.”
It was as though her words went in one ear and out the other, “What has become of him? Is he alright? He’s been well, hasn't he? Please tell me nothing too awful has happened to him.”
This time, she smacked your arm with an added aggression, “[name]! Neuvillette is fine! Would you please relax?” Still despite urging him to relax, she couldn't help the way her hands seemed to move on their own. Tiny claps, each ringing in the empty room with a joyous sound, “It's only seeming to sink in now that we are free.” She paused again, “Free, isn't that such a beautiful word?”
You nodded, but your thoughts wandered. “Indeed.”
Furina tutted, crossing her arms, “And what exactly has your mind wandering this time? Don't tell me it's still Neuvillette!”
You sheepishly averted your eye contact.
She pouted, “Well? Out with it!”
You sighed, “Does he know? That I am still…”
She hummed thoughtfully, “I didn't think to tell him. I was far too busy trying to find you, you rascal.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “However, I can assure you he will be nothing less than overjoyed to see you.”
You swallowed a lump of spit, “He will?”
She nodded, “Even all these years later, he hasn't moved on. You're lucky he is as loyal a man as can be, otherwise he might have moved on.”
“He waited… 300 years? Without any other relationships?”
“I would hardly believe it myself if I were you, but I've seen him make the trek to your old study with my own two eyes!” She folded her hands in her lap, “He really is as loyal at they come.”
You frowned, “That doesn't make me feel any better.”
She tilted her head to the side, “Why not? After all, you two were in love, weren't you?”
“I..." you began, "...don't know. Silly, irrational fears, I guess."
But you definitely knew.
How does one go about saying hello without a proper goodbye?
Especially when there wasn't supposed to be a "you" to say "hello" to in the first place.
“I came as soon as I heard-”
Furina stood from where she was seated just outside your room in the infirmary, “You’ll have to wait, Siegewinne is with him right now.”
His knuckles turned white around the handle of his cane, “Surely, she wouldn’t be bothered if I just stood in, if I could just–”
“Neuvillette,” Furina warned, “Whatever Siegewinne orders is in the best interests of her patient. It isn’t our place to question her.”
His hands were shaking as he tried to plead his case, moving closer to the door, “Lady Furina, you don’t understand. I have to see him, I must see that it is truly him, that he is truly alive–”
He was rambling at this point, so dizzyingly frenzied he could barely feel Furina’s smaller hands curl around his biceps, “Calm down!”
“I-”
“No, no more arguments,” she shook him gently, “You need to pull yourself together before you become another patient. You’re paler than I’ve ever seen you.”
He went to open his mouth again, but one look from the former archon sent his jaw snapping shut. The two stood in silence for a moment, just staring at each other.
“...”
“...”
After a long moment, punctuated with labored breathing and more words exchanged through the eyes than could be described, the Iudex finally peeled his lips open to ask a final question.
“Is it… really him?”
Furina let his words hang in the air for a moment before asking a question of her own, “Will knowing help you settle down while we wait?”
“I don’t know,” he answered, “but I feel so strongly that I must know.”
She chewed her lip contemplatively, weighing both options in her head. Before she could decide, the lock on the door quietly clicked open in the tensely blanketed room outside of the infirmary.
The door opened with the knowing creak of old, heavy metal. The pitter patter of little steps on the dark floor seemed to snap Neuvillette out of the little stance he was in with Furina. He surged towards the door like a bullet, almost tripping over himself and almost knocking Siegewinne over in his haste.
He couldn’t quite remember what all happened in the intermission. Things like fumbling over questions, getting answers he couldn’t remember anymore were plucked out of his mind like the petals of a dying flower.
Yes, your condition was stable.
No, you could not consume solid food seeing as you’d just taken your medication. (Much to Furina’s dismay, she had brought some of your favorite pastries. )
No, you would not be taken off of bedrest anytime soon.
But yes, despite it all, you were in proper condition to accept visitors.
He didn’t know what he was expecting to see beyond the closed metal door, but it wasn’t what he actually ended up seeing. This wasn’t how he remembered you. But it also was too close of a resemblance to assert that you were someone else or even an imposter wearing your skin.
‘Such dull eyes, such pale skin…’
He toyed with the cuff of his sleeve. Unconsciously, he found himself gritting his teeth, standing in the open doorway while he waited for you to acknowledge him. He was reluctant to disturb the tranquil stillness that settled over your room. He was afraid that if he moved or spoke, something would happen. Something would crack and the illusion of your return would shatter and scatter into a million pieces on the floor.
But the way your eyes lit up in recognition, the strained smile set on your face, it was starting to sink in that you really weren’t gone forever. You were right there, you were breathing, and you were alive against all odds. “Neuvillette? Is that really you?” Sweetly, the skin at the corners of your eyes crinkled, “You really made the trip to the Fortress just to visit me?”
He could feel himself getting choked up at the sound of your voice, as rasped and painful as it sounded. No matter how grating it would’ve been to anyone else, it was as soothing and melodic as a chorus of angels. Even as he swallowed the spit clogging his airway, he still struggled to speak, “Of course I did.”
“...”
“...Did you think I wouldn’t?”
“...”
“...”
Carefully, he tugged the heavy door closed behind him. He sat in the rather uncomfortable folding chair positioned at the side of your cot, nails digging little smiles into his palm even through his gloves. What was once comfortable silence thickened and lay over your heads like a thick fog.
Eventually, the sharp-edge of your voice cut through the mistlike tension like a blade, “Neuvillette, I have a question.”
“What’s wrong?” Immediately, it felt like he was on the defensive. The Iudex could not ascertain why, but the hairs on the back of his neck stood anxiously.
“Nothing, nothing’s wrong,” you reassured, weakly clearing your throat, “I’m just curious about something.”
Your words did little to quell his worries, but still, he nodded his head as if they did. “What is it?”
Your limp arms rose from the bed, fingers weakly and clumsily fidgeting with one another. “...Did you wait for me?”
“Hm, I suppose I did.”
It seemed his answer only caused your thumbs to twiddle more aggressively where they lay, “Well… Why?”
He went to answer, but like they seemed to be doing more and more today, they caught in his throat on the way out.
Why had he waited?
Had he meant to wait?
Or was that just a product of his incessant work schedule?
He chewed on the inside of his cheek for a moment, just barely nipping at the skin with elongated fangs. Ultimately, he settled for answering as truthfully as he possibly could, “...I didn’t see any reason to seek anyone else.”
Your thumbs stopped fidgeting, fingers interlocking, “What do you mean? Did you not fear being alone?”
He tilted his head to the side, “Did you ever fear being alone?”
“...”
His body posture seemed to relax, “I had enough when I was with you, there was never any longing for something I felt I could not have again.”
“That is…” You trailed off. It seemed the words were lost in translation as you went to finish your thought. The same tense silence settled between the two of you once more.
“...”
“...”
“You�� aren’t upset with me?”
The Iudex looked at you as if you’d grown a second head. “What in the world could I be upset over?”
You averted eye contact, “I lied to you. I told you I would not survive and then I turn up again as sick as a dog without much to show for it.”
Neuvillette frowned himself, “You aren’t giving yourself enough credit. You and Lady Furina managed to fool the Heavenly Principles and save the entirety of Fontaine, is that not something to be proud of? Do you value your sacrifice so little?”
“Of course I value my sacrifice!” You countered, indignant. Still, your voice lowered to little more than a murmur as you managed to spit out, “I’m afraid I just seem to value you more than that entirely.”
His eyes, always imperceptibly sharp, seemed to soften just a little bit.
“You might not realize, but while time seemed to pass here and things changed, giving up my physical body to maintain the seal on the Primordial Sea meant I was stuck without any senses. It was such an incredibly lonely existence,” Your eyes trained on your lap, “I did not expect to survive, and I was sure that even if I did survive, it wouldn’t be for long. To be able to sit here even a month later is more than I allowed myself to hope for.”
“...”
“...So why is it that I feel that was a lie?” Why is it that I hoped you would wait for me and I would be able to see you again?” Your expression dropped even further, “Why is it that I am still hoping you hold some kind of affection for me, even if I know it would be entirely foolish to love a man you expected to never see again?”
“...”
“...”
Tentatively, his hand reached out to rest on top of your interlocked hands.
You looked up to meet his gaze.
“...If I still did?”
You laughed, as forced as it sounded, “I would call you a fool. A fool who is in love with a man that will likely take eons to recover, and even if I did manage to recover, I would only manage to remain a hollow shell of who I was.”
His lips pulled into a tight line, “I think you are the fool for once.”
You frowned.
“You provide me with a feeling of wholeness that I have the inability to find with anyone else. Whether you are the same as you used to be or weaker, bedbound, whatever you wish to call yourself, I will never be able to find that feeling with another.” He squeezed your hands in his, “You are indispensable, so fret not. No matter how long you take to recover, I shall stay by your side every step of the way.”
there's a note attached to the side of the phone booth, read it?
" writers block tried to get me but it didn't work 💯💯💯 "
This is the longest its ever taken me to update I start banging my head against the wall
Constantly conflicted about writing and then feeling sad about not writing and suddenly, oh shit college !
I will say that once I fall into a rhythm updates will definitely become regular again but probably not as quick as they used to be. I fear I am no longer the man that can black out and publish 7.5k words of smut and or gay hurt/comfort every other day.
Aside from that I am good and well!!! Expect some more content from me in less than a month from now
I was considering doing a 200 follower special, but I fear that has been pushed off the table in favor of focusing on the long-form book I've been brewing up and planning.
Of course, I'll still be writing the requests I have in the queue, but the updates will probably be staggered with updates for the long form book
thank you, god bless 💯💯
- love, operator t-19
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“Katara deserves a quiet life after the war, so becoming a healer (who made no contributions to the field) is actually a good arc!”
It is already bizarre to me that in ATLA, Katara is this confident & combative & ambitious girl who LOVED to fight and wanted nothing more than to help as many people as possible…then comics!Katara and TLOK!Katara showed neither her previous personality traits nor a career commensurate with those traits…
but it’s even more bizarre to me that ATLA fans would defend her trajectory as if it were some kind of progressive story of recovering from war trauma.
I’ve seen multiple takes like this. “Katara is not a YA heroine, she’s not a bloodthirsty girlboss who loves fighting so it’s actually a good thing that she doesn’t have to fight anymore” “after everything she’s been through she deserves a quiet life and a loving family”
For Katara, fighting in the war was actually empowering. It didn’t burn her out. It didn’t disillusion her. It didn’t take more out of her than she can give. Katara is not Katniss Everdeen, who needed to step back and discover her own agency and a sense of peace after fighting in a war she never chose to start. Katara’s war trauma largely happened before she took an active part in it. After she chose to be a part of the war, she became a waterbending master, made close friends, found her father again, got closure for her mother’s murder, defeated the Fire Lord, and met the love of her life. If Katara were a real person, maybe she’d be traumatized, but nowhere in the text of ATLA does she exhibit the sign that she’s tired of fighting on behalf of the world. If anything, she just got started.
If you take her post-ATLA arc at face value (vs as bad writing), it’s a tragedy of a woman who has learned to minimize her own relevance and her own power. In The Promise, she begins deferring serious decisions to Aang. She doesn’t even express a strong opinion about the fate of the entire colony of Yu Dao, or the fate of her friend Zuko. In North and South, she accepts Northern encroachment of the South in the name of progress. In TLOK we see her not as a politician or a chief, but rather as “the best healer” — albeit one who apparently never established a hospital, or trained acolytes of her own, or done anything to help people at scale, which she has always wanted to do. It’s even more egregious when you remember that in Jang Hui, she was not satisfied to simply heal the sick as the Painted Lady. She wanted to solve the root of the problem, so she cleaned the river and committed full-on ecoterrorism. Just because the war is over doesn’t mean she wants to stop helping people. In fact, the problem she addressed in Jang Hui is exactly the type of problem that would become more prevalent after the war ends, judging by the rapid industrialization between ATLA and LOK.
In the original ATLA, I think Katara is about as close to a power fantasy as you can get for a teenage girl, because she gets to be messy and goofy and powerful, even though she also had to perform a whole lot of emotional and domestic labour. But post-ATLA, she doesn’t get power and she doesn’t get to make a change. She gets love and a family. That’s it. And her grandkids don’t even remember her. Her friends and peers, on the other hand, were shown doing all sorts of super cool things like, you know, running the world they saved.
It’s not feminist to say that a female character deserves “rest” when she’s shown zero inclination that she wants a quiet life. Women who want a quiet life deserve to get it — I think Katniss’ arc is perfect — but women who want power deserve to get it too, especially when they’re motivated by compassion and a keen sense of justice. There’s nothing feminist about defending the early 2010s writing decisions of two men. Like just admit that they fucked up! It’s fine! Maybe they’ll do better in the future!
#katara deserved better#anti Kataang#I mean not really#I’ve said this before but Katara’s marriage to Aang is entirely compatible with her taking on roles of political influence#The only way this meta could be anti kataang is because KA shippers are remarkably uncritical of Katara’s arc#So it’s more#anti kataang shippers#Anti Bryke#pro katara#my meta
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"We're giving Astrid more depth by making her want to be chief" so you're giving her an ambition that indicates she either doesn't understand or doesn't accept the rules of the tribe, and then either completely changing the plot or forcing her to give up her ambition and accept her subordinate place? What a girlboss /sarcasm
#httyd#astrid hofferson#she's not underdeveloped she just isn't the main character#watch race to the edge
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