#mgr chapter three

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S E R I E S M A S T E R L I S T S

ꕥ M Y G I R L F R I E N D S R O O M M A T E M A S T E R L I S T ( M G R )

ꕥ M Y R O O M M A T E S   E X  M A S T E R L I S T ( M R E )

ꕥ H I S  A N D  H E R    P E R S P E C T I V E S  M A S T E R L I S T            ( H H P )

ꕥ M E R M A I D S   T A L E  :  T H E  D E S C E N D E N T S   M A S T E R L I S T  (M T )

ꕥ A   T A L E   O F   Y U A N   S E R I E S M A S T E R L I S T

ꕥ S E 7 E N   M A S T E R L I S T

ꕥ ↀ O U B L E    II R O U B L E

ꕥ T H E    O T H E R S I D E 

ꕥ O N E S H O T S A N D R E Q U E S T S

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Panic and Ruins

MGR Chapter three

TW: Panic Attack, death

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Goldie was freaking out.

The hole she had fallen through was about five feet deep, and she wasn’t hurt, so her original plan was to just wait in there until the danger had passed.

Until, of course, a rock had come barreling down on top of it, closing her in.

Usually, she would have used her magic to crush it, or at least move it away, but that time, all that came out was a weak burst of purple sparkles. She gasped, and crouched down.

The rock hadn’t crushed her, but it had cut down her hole depth from five feet to two, making the space small and dark.

Goldie did not like small and dark spaces. They reminded her of things that she liked to keep hidden in the back of her mind, far from where she would ever see them. When she was thrust into situations like this, it did not end well.

Hence, the panic attack.

Notagiannotagainnotagain

Her breathing started to speed up, and she started to shake.

Notagiannotagainnotagain

Her stomach started to churn, and she started to wiggle her foot, not knowing what else to do with it.

Notagiannotagainnotagain

It felt like her mind was a boat, and she was stuck in a storm of panic, crashing against rocks of memories. She couldn’t get out, and it seemed like the boat was sinking…

But, as always, there was a lighthouse.

“Hey, can you hear me?”

Her brain registered the sounds, trying to break free of the cycle of fear and anxiety she was trapped in, trying to focus on the voice.

“Breathe with me, ok? In for three... hold for three... out for three...”

She tried to breathe with them, even if the breaths were shaky.

“In for three… hold for three… out for three…”

Her breath started to regulate slightly, and she kept going.

“In for three… hold for three… out for three…”

The voice kept going on like this, and Goldie kept breathing with them, her panic slowly subsiding. 

She opened her eyes (she didn’t even realize she had closed them), and saw a boy of about twelve in front of her. He was laying down, and it seemed like he had stuck his torso through a tunnel. He had brown hair, green eyes, and bronze-toned skin. He had a flame in his hand, and it lit up the hole, making her feel a bit better.

“Are you ok?” he asked, with concern in his voice. 

“I’m ok enough. And, uh, who are you? How did you get here?”

“I’m Aaron,” he said, trying to reach out his hand before realizing that it would be awkward in the small space. “And me and my twin sister have been tunneling through, trying to get to the castle. Actually, speaking of the castle, do you have any idea how far away it is?”

“Hmm… ‘bout five minutes or so, I think.” she said, although not entirely sure. 

He smiled, then turned his head behind him. “We’re there!”

She heard a muffled shout (of joy, she assumed), and the tunnel Aaron was sticking out of started to widen, until a girl’s torso came out of it as well. She looked like her brother, but instead of brown hair, it was long, and a bright bubblegum-pink. Her expression was also vastly different, instead of being cheerful and slightly anxious like her brother, she just seemed to be pissed. (But under the circumstances, who wouldn’t be?)

She spoke up. “You’re blocked in, right.”

“Yeah.”

“What’s the thing blocking you made of?”

Goldie thought this was an odd question, until she realized that the girl was probably an earth elementist. (This would explain her making the tunnels, at least.)

She reached up to touch the thing above her head, and quickly pulled her hand back. It was flaming hot, and she felt like she would get burnt. But at the same time, it was bitterly cold, like biting wind.

She must have taken a while, before the pissed-off girl spoke again. “The Fade hasn’t stopped, you know. Now please, what is it made of?”

Goldie tried to find the right words. “I don’t know. Metal, possibly? But not rock, and at the very least, not normal rock.”

“Great,” she said. “Now how do we get to the palace?” 

Aaron looked like he might cry. “We’re going to get stuck, I just know it—”

Goldie looked at the two of them, a bit surprised. “You could just have the pissed one do her stuff right above you so it doesn’t hit the rock.”

The two stared at her for a long moment. 

“‘The pissed one?’” the girl said, looking a bit offended. “I have a name, you know. Eloise.” 

Goldie sighed, about to say that she didn’t know that, but she realized that wasn’t worth her time. “Ok, Eloise. Can you do your stuff or not?”

“Yeah, yeah, just give me a few moments.”

She reached her hand up, touching the top of the hole. A small circle that would be just wide enough to climb out started to form, and within about a minute and a half, a tunnel was formed. Goldie was glad they would be able to get out, but she wondered what took so long. Most of the Earth elementals she knew would be able to do that in seconds. It might have been a lack of training, but that didn’t seem likely, the tunnel was perfect. Could it be the “Fade”? She had mentioned that earlier… if only Goldie could find out what it was.

She turned to ask them, but now Aaron was climbing out of the tunnel, almost to the top, and Eloise was already on the surface. She hurried up after them, fully intending to ask what it was, but then she looked around, and realized this was not the time.

The city was in ruins. Buildings had crashed, and fabric awnings of market stalls were in tatters, pieces laying over the burnt and cracked street. There were a few small fires, and she thought she even saw a few people hiding. 

But what freaked her out the most was the noise. Stomping, grunting, and a few screams. Part of her needed to find out what was going on, but the other was far too scared to find out.

So she just decided to follow the twins, not knowing what else to do.

When they got there, Eloise kicked the gates open. She marched on through, but Goldie could see the tenseness she felt— she was scared.

When they walked in, she called out. “Dad? Father? Are you here?” There was silence.

Aaron gripped her arm. “El, maybe they’re already in the bunker. We should just head down there, alright?”

She quickly unhinged from his grasp. “No. They wouldn’t leave without us, and we’re not leaving without them?”

She looked back, surprise on her face. “You, uh, Goldie. You’re still here?”

Goldie sighed. “I was wondering if you could explain what the ‘Fade’ is.”

“Oh. Yes. That. Well, it’s kind of self-explanatory. Elemental powers are fading. Or at least, me and my brother’s. And it’s getting quicker by the second.”

Goldie looked at her, mouth agape. “My magic isn’t working either. Do… do you think this is happening to other people?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. But I do know we have to find—” she stopped.

There, on the wall in front of them, was an envelope, reading,

 Aaron and Eloise

Aaron stepped in front of them to grab it, pulling out a paper with a red seal. He started to read.

“My Darlings. You must go now. We are all in grave danger. Head to the bunker, the key is in the envelope,” Here he paused, pulling out a small silver key on a chain. “And do not wait for us. Read the second letter when you get there. Best wishes, Father.”

They all stood in silence for a moment.

Then, they heard something. A crash, and a roar. 

“O-our dads don’t roar,” Eloise stuttered out. 

Aaron gulped.

“We should run, shouldn’t we.”

✧✧✧

They had been running for about fifteen minutes now. Eloise quickly turned into an ally, and Goldie looked at her, quite confused, before she gave her a fierce look, and they kept going.

At the end, she stopped, and knocked rhythmically on a crate. It slid away, revealing a trapdoor, which she threw open, and they filed inside.

To the right was a staircase, which the younger girl started to walk up. As Goldie followed her, she tried to see what was going on around her. But she had no luck. It was dark everywhere, the only light source coming from Aaron’s flame. 

Suddenly, Eloise stopped them. “Here we are,” she said, and Aaron handed her the key. She felt around for a keyhole, and when she found it, she inserted the key. A clicking sound was heard, and she pushed open the door.

There was a medium-sized room inside. On one wall were a few beds, and there was a table and set of chairs in the center. On the left wall was a large cabinet that stretched from each corner, and there was a door leading to what Goldie thought to be a bathroom on the right.

They went over to the chairs, and sat down, Eloise closing the door behind her. 

“Do you want me to leave?” Goldie asked. “So you can read the note?”

The two looked at each other. “No, it’s probably  just a simple explanation, and I’m sure you have just as many questions as we do,” Aaron said, and his sister nodded. He opened up the letter, and he began to read once more.

“To Aaron and Eloise. If you’re reading this…” he trailed off, and gasped. 

Eloise looked at him. “Well, go on! We have to know what happened.”

He nodded, and took a deep breath. “If you’re reading this, we’re gone.”

He stopped again, and looked at his sister. Tears pricked her eyes, but she nodded, so he continued. 

“We are sorry. We are sorry that we are not there for you, and will not be there. We are sorry we have left you alone, and that we have left you with our responsibilities. We are sorry we will not get to see Aaron’s coronation and his reign as king, or watch Eloise take over our army and lead it to victory. 

“But I do know that you are capable, and that you will be able to do those things, even without our guidance. Please know that we are so proud of you, and love you more than you will ever know.

“All our love,

“Dad + Father.”

There was silence for a moment, while everyone tried to process what just happened. Goldie sighed, and spoke. “I know. How it feels. And if you want to be alone, I get that. But if you don’t, just- just know I’m here.”

Aaron stood up, and walked over to Goldie’s chair, hugging her. Eloise scooted her chair over as well, and she started crying. “They-they’re… dead. I- Our dads are dead.” 

Her brother’s face scrunched up, and he started sobbing. “I know.”

And as Goldie held the grieving twins, sitting in a bunker in an unknown part of an unknown country, she knew one thing.

Things wouldn’t be normal for a very long time.

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Françoise de Bernardy’s Alexandre Walewski: The Polish son of Napoleon- the first chapter

If I went to the (long and tedious) effort of translating the first chapter of  Françoise Bernardy’s 1976 biography of Alexandre Walewski, I figure you guys should see it too. Enjoy!

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MARCH 1810. Paris is moved by the preliminaries of Napoleon's marriage with Marie-Louise. In a few days, the archduke Charles has to marry in Vienna, in the name of the French Caesar, his yesterday's victor, the daughter of the German Caesars.


At 2 rue du Houssaye, in the then aristocratic district of Notre-Dame-de-Lorette, a small hotel of elegant appearance. On March 10, at the end of the afternoon, the Emperor brought a cradle decorated with silver laurel. The room where the imperial gift is deposited is hung with light blue. On the wall is a beautiful portrait of a woman by Gerard: blonde, with beautiful eyes and a fine, gentle face. The mirror of the fireplace reflects the charming features. Near the Boucaut armchairs, a Martin varnished chiffonier, behind, half-folded, a large screen of Coromandel lacquer.

A heroic fighter in the last wars of Polish independence, Mathieu Laczynski, staroste of Gostyn, died young and desperate, leaving a widow and six children who can barely live off the mortgaged land of Kiernozia.

The years pass, aggravating the ruin. The four sons are valiant but weak, spendthrift, covered with debts, whether they work on the land or fight in the Polish legions in the service of France. Only one hope, a rich marriage for the oldest daughter, Marie, born in 1786, who is beautiful and good.

An almost septuagenarian but very noble neighbor, Count Anastasius Walewski, offers this rich marriage when Marie has just turned seventeen. At first, the young girl rejects the idea of a union with an old man, twice widowed, whose son Stanislaus is already a made man. But Mme. Laczynska urges her daughter. She knows that he has a warm heart and a devoted soul. Count Walewski is generous. If Mary sacrifices herself, he will secure the future of her brothers and sister. How to resist seventeen years? At the beginning of 1804 Marie became countess Walewska. In June 1805 she had a son, Antoine, a fragile, weak, viable child, who was taken over by the count's sister, Hedwige, an abusive spinster. She leaves behind a distraught young woman with a sad heart and empty arms. Only the sense of duty and a deep passion, which lifts her out of herself, the love of the country, sustain her. Marie lives on the hopes that the victories of the imperial France over Austria, Prussia, and Russia, the powers that once shared Poland.

This patriotism and these hopes brought Marie Walewska to meet Napoleon in Blonie on the road to Warsaw on December 31, 1806. In the weeks that followed, this patriotism and these hopes persuaded the young woman to become the mistress of the French emperor, first forced, then willing, then in love. In the spring of 1807, she lived with him in Finckenstein, where the warrior spent some quiet hours preparing for the Friedland campaign.

Unofficially separated from her old husband, Marie Walewska came to Paris at the beginning of 1808. She remained there until the Emperor's departure for Bayonne. If the fever of the senses has subsided between them, if the lovers are often and for a long time separated, nevertheless Napoleon remains attentive and Marie attached. And then there is always Poland, whose destiny once more seems to be played out during the campaign of 1809. In May, Marie writes to Napoleon, reminds him of his promises, offers to join him in Austria, and on May 18, from Schoenbrunn, which he is about to leave for his headquarters in Ebersdorf, the Emperor replies to the young woman.

"Marie, I have received your letter. I read it with the pleasure that your memory always inspires me. The feelings that you keep for me, I carry them with me.

"Come to Vienna, I wish to see you and give you new proofs of the tender friendship I have for you. You cannot doubt the value I place on everything that concerns you. A thousand tender kisses on your beautiful hands and one on your beautiful mouth. "

A month later, back at Schoenbrunn, on June 20, fifteen days before the battle of Wagram, the Emperor sent Marie an affectionate letter.

"Dear Marie, your letters have pleased me as always. I do not approve of your having followed the [Polish] army in Cracow, but I cannot blame you.

"The affairs of Poland are restored, and I understand the anxieties you have had ... I acted, it was better than to lavish consolation on you. You don't have to thank me, I love your country and I appreciate the merits of many of your people.

"It takes more than the capture of Vienna to bring the end of the campaign. When I have finished, I will move to be closer to you, my sweet friend, because I am anxious to see you again. If it is at Schoenbrunn, we will enjoy together the charm of its beautiful gardens and we will forget all these bad days.

"Have patience and keep faith. "N"

After Wagram, Countess Walewska moved to Moedling, a few miles from Vienna, and throughout the summer of 1809, while peace was being discussed, the Emperor came almost every day to spend the evening, the night - with Marie.

Slow, sweet weeks which, if they seem to consecrate the liaison by the expectation of a child, however, by precipitating the divorce, also prepare the rupture. Indeed, Marie wishes to return to France with the Emperor, but Napoleon, now assured that he can procreate, determined to separate from Josephine, does not want to. The presence of the young woman in Paris would disturb him as he prepares his second marriage. He asked the Countess to return to Poland and on October 13 - the Emperor left Vienna the next day - Marie took the road to Warsaw.

On December 18 - the divorce was pronounced on the 15th - from Trianon where he went to his departure from the Tuileries, Napoleon writes to the countess Walewska. How the tone has changed since the letters of May and June, and how the young woman must have suffered. It is no longer a lover, but the sovereign who speaks, only the concern for the child still shines through. "Madam, I received your letter. All that it contains touched me much. I was pleased to see that you arrived in Warsaw without any unpleasant accident. Take care of your health, which is very precious to me, and put away dark thoughts, the future should not worry you. Teach me that you are happy and content, that is my greatest desire."

Unconsciousness of men. It is almost in the same terms that the Emperor tries to console Josephine...

Happy? Happy? Marie is not happy while she is waiting for Napoleon's child so far away from him, while Caulaincourt seems to be about to sacrifice the Polish hopes in Saint-Petersburg... In 1807, prince Poniatowski asked countess Walewska not to reject the sovereign on whom the fate of Poland depends. In 1810, he probably asked Marie to come to Paris to defend the cause of the Grand Duchy of Warsaw and she agreed. Thus, she was in Paris at the beginning of 1810.

Marie Walewska looked sadly at the cradle. It is true that Napoleon welcomed her and spoke tenderly of the child she was carrying - a son, he had no doubt. But the young woman's heart is heavy. The Emperor had come the day before to bid her farewell. He would not see her again until she had given birth. What will Marie do? Stay in Paris? Retire to the country? To Warsaw? But can she return without the count's permission?

All of a sudden hurried footsteps, a panting courier. "A letter from Poland!"

The count's handwriting...

"Walewice, 21 February 1810

"Dear and honored wife,

"Walewice is more and more a burden to me, my age and state of health forbidding me any activity. I have come there for the last time, in order to sign the deed by which my eldest son acquires it.

"I advise you to come to an agreement with him about the formalities to be completed at the birth of the child you are expecting. They will be simplified if it is in Walewice that this Walewski is born.

"This is also his opinion, and that I write to you. I do so, conscious of fulfilling my duty, praying to God that he may have you in his care.

"Anastase Colonna Walewski".

Marie weeps with relief, with gratitude. Without wasting a minute, she claims her chaise de poste.

Poland is still under a blanket of snow when the Walewska princess arrives in Walewice. The young woman was pleased to see the long white house again, with its two wings covered by terraces and the triangular pedimented porch. This "colonial style" is surprising in the Polish plain: it is a memory of the veterans of the American War of Independence.

April soon brings its first greens, the buds burst in the woods. Marie Walewska takes long solitary walks. Her term is near. What will be the future of this child in whom Slavic and Latin blood are mixed? If it is a son, will he be a soldier, a diplomat? If it is a daughter, will she have fewer difficulties than her mother? What Marie wishes for her child is happiness...

On May 4, Countess Walewska gave birth to a son. At the end of his life Alexandre Walewski will write:

"My birth was accompanied by lightning and thunder, and it was predicted that my life would be stormy and even life-changing.

"To satisfy an old family prejudice, I was held at the font by two beggars, which was supposed to bring me luck... "

Three days pass, then on May 7 the priest of Walewice, acting as civil registrar, registers in the commune of Bielow that "Mgr Anastase de Walewski, staroste of Wareck, residing in Walewice, age of 73 years ", presented him "a child of the male sex, born in his palace on May 4 of the present year at four o'clock, by clarifying to us that he was born from his marriage with the lady Marie, nee de Laczynska, his wife . ... and that he intended to give her the following three names: Alexandre-Florian-Joseph. In view of this declaration, we have proceeded to the redaction of the birth certificate of the said child, in the presence of Mgr Stanislas de Walewski aged 30 years ... and of Mr. Joseph Ciekerski,doctor of medicine and surgeon deliverer ... which birth certificate was signed by us as well as by the above-mentioned and the required witnesses after reading made. "

Anastase Walewski thus fulfills all his duty towards a woman whose honesty and uprightness he appreciates. To this child who is nothing to him, he assures a name, a legitimate filiation, a heritage. This is a striking proof of the affection and esteem he has for Marie. Stanislaus Walewski is fully associated with this testimony by his presence in front of the priest of Walewice.

On his side the Emperor did not forget Marie.

On April 16 (1) he wrote to her: 

"Madam, I receive with great pleasure your news, but the dark ideas that I see that you nourish do not suit you well. I do not want you to have any. Teach me soon that you have a beautiful boy, that your health is good and that you are cheerful. Never doubt the pleasure I will have in seeing you and the tender interest I take in what concerns you. Farewell Marie, I await with confidence your news."

(1) When it was published, this letter was dated February 16. This date hardly seems acceptable. First of all, it is clearly a reply to a distant person whom the Emperor will have "pleasure in seeing". Above all, Napoleon knew that the child was due at the beginning of May and he could not hope that he would be born "soon" - prematurely. Date of April, when the young woman withdrew to Walewice, this text takes on its full meaning.

Leaving a few days later for Belgium and Holland with Marie-Louise, he is informed by quick couriers and, as soon as he knows the birth of Alexandre, he sends for the child Brussels lace and twenty thousand gold francs, for the mother, a very special tribute if we think of Napoleon's admiration for the poet, the works of Corneille, printed in Rouen in 1648, in a beautiful binding by Trantz. Does the Emperor want to signify to Marie that she has the high and tender soul of a Chimene, that he remembers her faithful and generous love?

Napoleon called the young woman back to France on September 3. After thanking her for the news brought by her brother, Theodore Laczynski, he adds in effect: "If your health is well recovered, I desire that you come on the end of autumn to Paris where I desire very much to see you... "

An amicable agreement is then definitively reached between Marie and the count Walewski. The latter gives her a large part of his fortune and entrusts her with the custody of their son Antoine. In Paris Marie Walewska moves back to rue du Houssaye. The months pass. Marie lives far from the court, does not meet Napoleon who, all occupied with Marie-Louise, seems to be interested in the young woman and her son. Finally, in February 1811, the Emperor came to see little Alexandre. It is a beautiful blond child, but whose dark complexion recalls that of the Bonapartes. He has the round head of the Latins, the high and wide forehead of his father, his eyebrow, his mouth and his chin, but the eye does not have the deep blue of the Corsican, reflection of the Mediterranean, it does not have either the sparkle which had always to brighten in the imperial pupil, the brown eye of Alexandre is pleasant and merry. A second visit follows the first one, then it is the rupture, without clashes, without discussion, like a fruit that has reached maturity.

Napoleon, however, is very concerned about the material well-being of Countess Walewska, to whom Duroc brings ten thousand francs every month. Especially the future of his son. On the eve of leaving Paris for Russia, on May 5, 1812, he made the young woman come to the Tuileries and gave her a patent which instituted in favor of Alexandre a majorat of one hundred and seventy thousand pounds of income, with the title of count. The majorat is established on goods situated in the kingdom of Naples.

One evening in January 1813, Alexandre was awakened with a start. Dressed in a hurry, he was taken to his mother.

"Two elderly men were with him, one of whom took me on his lap and kissed me. His physiognomy made a deep impression on me; it was certainly the first memory of his life."

The Emperor's solicitude for his Polish son did not waver. In the middle of the dark hours of the French campaign, fearing that Murat would confiscate the first endowment, he charged his treasurer general, M. de La Bouillerie, to establish a new majorat of fifty thousand pounds of rent on the canals for the young Walewski; he also had a hotel at 48, rue de la Vicioire, bought in the name of Alexandre for 137,500 francs, of which Marie was the usufructuary (1).

Come the great reverses. In the defeated Emperor, abandoned by his former companions, Marie Walewska sees only the man who has loved her, whom she has loved. She runs to Fontainebleau and is announced. Napoleon, absorbed, does not see her again immediately, and then does not think about her anymore. Weary of body and soul, he looks for oblivion and rest in poison, but does not find it.

All night long, in an anteroom, Marie waits for him to call her. In the morning, she finally goes away, discreet, fearing to be unwelcome. The Emperor learns a few hours later of her apparent negligence. "The poor woman," he murmured, "will think she has been forgotten," and on April 16 he was anxious to reassure her. "Marie, I have received your letter of the 15th, the feelings that you have expressed touch me deeply. They are worthy of your beautiful soul and the goodness of your heart. When you have arranged your affairs, if you want to go to the waters of Lucca or Pisa, I will see you with great and lively interest, as well as your son for whom my feelings are invariable. Be well, think of me with pleasure and never doubt me.”

(1) On February 4, from Nogent, he writes in his own hand to La Bouillerie: "I have received your letter relative to young Walewski. I leave you carte blanche. Do what is convenient but do it immediately. What interests me is above all the child, the mother afterwards."     A judgment of the court of the Seine, of April 4, 1818, will authorize the tutor of the "minor" Walewski it to sell the hotel of the rue de la Victoire and it to replace the funds produced by this sale in the purchase of Walewice of which Stanislas Walewski wants to get rid.

In August 1814 Marie Walewska travels to Italy with her son, her sister Emilie and her brother Theodore. The Emperor encouraged her again on August 9: 

"Marie, I have received your letter, I have spoken to your brother. Go to Naples to arrange your affairs. On my way there or on my way back, I will see you with the interest you have always inspired in me, and the little one of whom I hear so much good news that I am truly happy and will be happy to embrace him. Farewell, Madame, a hundred tender things.”

On September 1 Marie arrived on the island of Elba with her son, Emilie and Theodore. Immediately a rumor spread among the population and the small garrison: Marie-Louise and the King of Rome had just arrived. The good people are mistaken. The Viennese woman of light soul and weak flesh is in Aix, already all in Neipperg.

Is Napoleon going to retain Marie who has come to offer him her life? Certainly he is moved to find her always so faithful and so generous. But the Emperor thinks first of the Empress, first of the King of Rome, and he fears that Marie-Louise, warned of the coming of the Polish girl, will take the pretext not to join him. Surprisingly, does he not guess that the choice is already made?

In any case, he receives Marie Walewska in a half-mystery, at the hermitage of the Madonna.

Leaving the countess the three rooms of the little house, Napoleon settles for the night in a tent under the chestnut trees. When he came out in the morning, he found Alexandre playing. He called him, sat down on a chair, took the child in his lap, then sent for Foureau de Beauregard, the doctor who had followed him to Elba, and the latter wrote to Alexandre Walewski on June 22, 1843: "You are that pretty little Alexandre that I saw, almost twenty-nine years ago, on the Emperor's lap near the Madonna delle Grazie on the island of Elba.”

“The Emperor wanted the child, who had no youngster with him, to be there," says Marchand. The Emperor placed Mme. Walewska's son next to him, he was very good at first, but it didn't last long and, as his mother reproached him, the Emperor said to him: "So you are not afraid of the whip? Well! I urge you to fear it; I have only received it once and I have always remembered it." Napoleon then tells how one day when he had mocked his grandmother's clumsy walk, Madame Mere had firmly corrected him. "The child had listened with the greatest attention, the Emperor said to him: 'Well, what do you say to that?’— ‘But I don't make fun of Mama,' he said with a little air of contrition which pleased the Emperor, who kissed him and said: 'That's well answered.’"

Rare picture of Napoleon with his Polish son.

That same evening, September 2, Marie Walewska took the road to Naples again in small steps. The endowment of Alexandre, confiscated on September 15 with all the other French endowments of the kingdom of Naples, is restored on November 30. Perhaps on the intervention of Caroline, who always liked Marie Walewska? Perhaps Murat had some shame to add a meanness to his betrayals? In any case the Emperor was satisfied and he told the King of Naples on February 17, 1815, adding: "I recommend her to you and especially her son who is very dear to me. "She came to Paris in the spring of 1838 and was ‘touched by the assiduous care’ that Walewski gave her during her stay. Caroline Murat wrote to him on November 23: "I am sending you the letter from the Emperor that I had promised you; you will see in it the proofs of the affection that he had for you... "

The countess Walewska lingers in Naples. Alexandre will keep a vague but pleasant memory of this stay, of the toys that he received there. At the beginning of 1815 the mother and the child embarked for France. Caught by a corsair, they escaped him in great difficulty.

Marie learned of the death of the count in Walewice on January 18, 1815. Now that she is free, what will she do with her life? To marry General d'Ornano, who has been courting her for a long time and for whom she has a deep inclination? Perhaps... She has hardly had time to decide when on March 1, 1815 Napoleon lands in Golfe-Juan.

It is the prestigious return, the intoxicating reception of Paris, the feverish days of work. Before the departure for the plains of Flanders where the imperial eagle will fall, Marie, always faithful heart, goes to the Elysee with her son. Alexandre found the visitor from the rue du Houssaye at the palace. He wears, as on the island of Elba, a blue uniform with a white lapel. "He told my mother that he was going to leave for a campaign. He asks me if I want to go with him. My mother refused. ‘Well madam, I will take him by force.’” These words still ring in my ears. "

Waterloo, the second abdication, the halt at Malmaison. Marie once again comes to the Emperor. So many bonds united them, gratitude for the resurrected Poland, and then love, and then the child. Without a doubt, she is ready to accompany him in this exile from which Napoleon's immense weariness, after a life so full and so ardent, awaits rest. But he does not accept, happiness is no longer for him, he enters the legend.

Despite the clear light of this beautiful summer day, everything is sad and gloomy on this June 26 and Malmaison is a kingdom of shadows: shadow of Josephine, unfaithful and charming, shadow of Duroc and Bessieres, shadow of the madman Junot, shadow of the absent ones too, Eugene, Murat, the companions of glory and youth, shadow of Talleyrand and Fouche who betrayed him, shadow above all of this young consul who took France in his arms and with a sincere effort straightened it.

Marie and the Emperor speak at length. Alexandre, serious and silent, listens to them without understanding. The countess is crying softly, she would like to retain Napoleon, to persuade him not to abandon himself to destiny. It is a vain effort, the Emperor does not hear her, nor does he hear Hortense. Marie finally decides to leave and Napoleon leans over to the child and gives him a long kiss. Later the man made, the wall man who became ambassador, then minister of the resurrected empire, will remember that he thought he saw a tear running down the cheek of the defeated of Waterloo.

Three more days the slow agony continues, three more days Marie returns to Malmaison and on June 29 she will be among the last faithful who, on the threshold of the house, will see the Emperor sinking with a firm step into the park, crossing the small gate, will hear the door of the heavy car slamming while the bells of the church of Rueil ring...

* * *

A long year... Europe catches its breath, gets used to the absence of the man who for fifteen years has dominated it and who disappeared at the bottom of the Atlantic.

On September 7, 1816 Marie Walewska married Ornano, who had been exiled by the Restoration, in St. Gudula in Brussels. Antoine and Alexandre Walewski stayed in Paris. Under the guidance of M. Carite, a friend on whom the countess entrusted the education of her children, and of an old valet, Andre, the two little ones join the Ornanos at the waters of Chaudfontaine near Liege. The new household moved soon after to Liege itself, in a charming house on rue Mandeville, today rue de la Fragnee. On June 9, 1817, a son, Rodolphe, was born. After his release from exile, Ornano returned to Paris with his wife in October 1817, but Marie died soon after, on December 11.

In her will Madame d'Ornano entrusted the guardianship of her Polish sons to her brother Theodore Laczynski, who was in Paris at the time. "He will have to report frequently to my dear husband on the state of Alexandre's health, to take his advice when this child will be of school age. Place him in a school where his father-in-law will be able to go and visit him sometimes and supervise his education... "

Laczynski takes the two orphans to Kiernozia in Poland. Alexandre likes this quiet and patriarchal life. Memories of the imperial era haunt the house. In the evening, Antoine and Alexandre linger in the living room. Theodore Laczvnski takes the lead in the conversation, he talks about the French Revolution, Paris, the imperial campaigns, especially about the Emperor. As Duroc's aide-de-camp, the Pole often approached Napoleon. The children, with bright eyes, listen "with indefinable interest". Laczynski's dream is to go to Saint Helena, to take his wards there...

After a few happy months in the country, Theodore Laczynski decides to settle in Warsaw and gives the children whose education cannot be neglected any longer a tutor. A strange choice. The times decidedly wanted it. While Queen Hortense entrusted Louis-Napoleon to the son of the conventionnel Le Bas, the young Walewskis, in their snows, were given to a certain Muller, a "philosopher teacher" as he called himself, of a very advanced republicanism. Laczynski quickly separates from the astonishing character and, in order to restore the balance, his pupils spend half a year in a Jesuit college in Warsaw, where Alexandre makes his first communion. Then they left for Geneva in 1820.

Napoleon's son stayed there for four years. After a happy, pampered life with the gentle and tender woman who was his mother, the child had two more easy years. Now here he is, thrown alone - his brother Antoine is leaving him soon (1) - in a new, even hostile environment, in a foreign city whose Protestant austerity must have clashed with the Catholic heredity of this Pole with Latin roots. And yet, as he himself wrote, it was from this period that his spiritual life began. The city of Calvin suits this calm, somewhat soft temperament. No flashes of anger or outbursts. Order, measure, a certain fundamental rigidity. In Geneva, one day in the summer of 1821, the child of Wagram, the one who prayed for the Emperor because he was his father, learns of the death of the captive of Saint Helena.

(1)Recalled probably by the tsar. Antoine Walewski died young, without children from his marriage to Constance Grotowska.

No trace in the memories of the imprisoned man of what he thought, felt... Did he ever know, except by the cold instructions to the executors of his will, that Napoleon, although absorbed by the concern for his imperial son, nevertheless thought of his Polish son, recommended him to Bertrand, expressed the wish that he enter a regiment of lancers, and above all that he become a Frenchman. "He is really of my blood, and that is also something."

Alexandre Walewski is a boarder at the Academy's rector's house, which receives about twenty young people. His lavish lifestyle, the apartment, the governor, the servant, attracted jealousy and bullying. In spite of his young age, Alexandre decides to avoid a situation which, if it goes on too long, will become painful. He gets the governor recalled, keeps the servant but puts him at the service of the community. He has easy money - his hands will always be wide open -, he lends to his comrades and shows himself to be generous. He is a serious, authoritarian boy, aware of his importance. The traits of his character, which we will find again during his life, are already marked: he is honest, upright, but he is neither cheerful nor fanciful. He evokes his life in Geneva as follows: "I was at twelve very tall for my age, and I considered myself a young man; so much so that I was already going a little into the world, to balls, to little parties... I stayed in Geneva for four years. I left Geneva on an order from the emperor of Russia."

* * * 

On his return to Poland in 1824, Alexandre Walewski was emancipated by his tutor. He settled in Walewice, where he led a stately life. Princess Jablonowska, a sexagenarian cousin who had once been the friend and confidante of Maria Walewska, helped him to entertain. The house of the young man, of this so young man, is soon to be very sought after.

Precocious from a worldly point of view, Alexandre Walewski is also precocious with women. The Latin blood is hot, the Slavic blood as well. Judging by what he wrote in the first draft of his memoirs, shortly after his arrival in Walewice, Alexandre had an affair. He had an affair with a "vulgar girl" that left him feeling disgusted and that would keep him away from such promiscuity in the future. The numerous women who will mark out his life will be from now on women of talent or: women of quality.

On December 22, 1825, Alexandre sends to the General d'Ornano his wishes for the new year. This letter, green, charming, which confirms the impression of maturity of a boy who is not sixteen years old, also reveals the affectionate feelings that he feels for his stepfather.

“It is nearly three months since I wrote to you and many things have happened since I took possession of my land in Walewice. First of all, the castle was repaired, which was in great need of it, and then my good cousin wanted the whole region to hear, with loud trumpeting, that I had become its lord. More than a hundred people did us the honor of attending the magnificent ball that she gave. It was very cold outside, but fortunately there was no snow that night. I was celebrated and saw people from the past whom I pretended to recognize and who were charmed by it. The dowagers even kissed me, but not the young girls, which would have pleased me more. I made up for it by dancing with several of them.

"I must confess also that I fell several times into the sin of pride. I don't know who said anything about my academic successes, but I have been in the hot seat and have been made to take part in political, diplomatic, literary, and I don't know what else conversations. How many compliments have I heard about my intelligence, my reason, the power of my arguments, etc., etc., etc.? And then I noticed that the girls preferred me to many other dancers. As the lessons given to me were profitable, I remembered that it was especially necessary to court ladies of canonical age and they brought back to me very flattering appreciations on my modest person, expressed by exquisite mouths...

"General Zayonczek is one of my most frequent visitors... He rambles a little, but this does not affect his memory. He remembers very well all that happened in Warsaw when the Emperor came there before the battle of Eylau... He is very popular with the great Duke and even with the Czar's court. Some people criticize him, but I think it is good that we have our great men in favor. It can only be useful for us...

"We will reopen the Warsaw hotel in a few days. Ah! if we could see you there!

"Your tender and respectful Alexandre. "

Son of the patriot Marie Walewska, son of the Emperor, Alexandre attracts Polish hopes. He would gladly be taken as a standard bearer. Grand Duke Constantine, the skillful and often benevolent governor of the kingdom, wanted to neutralize him. He offers him to join the Russian army, to become his aide-de-camp. The young man "stubbornly" refused. He was put under police surveillance and told to leave the country. Tsar Alexandre had once recommended that Napoleon's Polish son should never be allowed to go to France: his brother remembered this.

Alexandre decides to escape. With a passport obtained at a high price, he goes to St. Petersburg and hides there, waiting for a favorable opportunity to gain more free land. He learns that the police are looking for him to bring him back to Warsaw where his fate will be decided. Four hundred leagues on foot, a probable prison do not tempt the Pole. He had to escape at all costs. He reached Kronstadt and boarded a steamer bound for England. The police have found his trail, and they launch an armed barge in pursuit of him, ordering him to stop: inadvertently or unwillingly, the captain does not obey the summons and, thanks to his superior speed, makes it to the open sea.

* * * 

In London, Walewski received an enthusiastic welcome from the elegant society, the opposition. The Whigs, that is, the Liberals, have always regretted the treatment of the Emperor, and Lord Holland has protested in the House of Lords against the conditions of captivity. With Napoleon gone, the regrets became remorse...

In spite of the attentions of which he is the object, the young man does not linger in England. He will return there with pleasure and in 1828 he will spend several months: summer, autumn, making a long stay in Chatworth at the Duke of Devonshire, the most prominent of the great Whig lords. But it is in Paris that Walewski intends to settle down. He arrived there in the autumn of 1827. He found his father-in-law, with him Flahaut, Sebastiani, Gerard, veterans of the time. The salons of the Faubourg Saint Honore, of liberal tendency, receive him with great pleasure. He is charming at his entrance in the Parisian world, this young Walewski. Slim, slender, elegant, he has beautiful dark eyes and a dreamy smile. His slight accent adds to his charm when he courts a woman, and he waltzes divinely - like a Slav.

And then, isn't he called the natural son of Man? The Marechal de Castellane notes on November 1, 1827: "At Mme de Flahaut's, I saw for the first time a young M. Walewski, son of Mme Walewska and of the Emperor Napoleon. He has the eyes, the sound of his father's voice, he is taller than him and very well turned out (1)."

(1) Many years later Walewski pronounced the eulogy of the count of Rayneval. An old general of the Empire suddenly begins to cry. "I attended the farewell that the Emperor made to his guard at Fontainebleau and I just heard the sound of his voice.”

What is more surprising, the faubourg Saint-Germain, stronghold of the ultras, is infatuated with Walewski who becomes the darling of the "ultra-duchesses" according to Lady Morgan. Haussonville on his side confirms it to us. "The debuts of Count Walewski took place, singularly enough, under the auspices of what is most exclusive and purest in the aristocratic society of Paris. It was as if it were a watchword among the most sought-after ladies of the Faubourg Saint-Germain to give the most benevolent welcome to the young man whose features were strikingly reminiscent, but with a pleasant and gentle physiognomy, of those of a famous mask. The first of these was the one who was to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be of a man who was not a man of the world. He let the most haughtiest women, those who were about to consider themselves the prettiest or the wittiest, put themselves to the expense for him, either of brilliant toilet or of beautiful spirit, each one according to the means of seduction which suited her best. Thus, every evening in the fashionable salons, there was a real race to the bell tower between a learned marquise... who affected to speak to each ambassador the language of her country and a beautiful duchess [it seems to be the duchess de Guiche] who was then in Paris the type of the sovereign elegance. Between these ladies the bets were open and the chances seemed doubtful, Walewski taking care to share equally between them his discreet attentions...”

A cloud rises however on the horizon. Pozzo di Borgo, the Russian ambassador, a Corsican who had been in the service of the tsar, pursued with a Corsican hatred all that was Bonaparte. He asks for the extradition of Walewski, this "rebel, fugitive from the Russian Empire". By order of Charles X, who doesn't like Pozzo, Villele, on the eve of leaving the ministry, refuses it. Walewski could stay in France on condition that he avoided official circles and made himself forgotten.

Life is very pleasant in these last years of the Restoration. Lady Blessington has left us a pleasant picture of the society of the time. The manners are ceremonious and the young people surround the old women with delicate attentions, whether it is a flattering silence when the beautiful ones of the past are remembered or a lively eagerness to render them small services: handkerchief, bouquet or fan picked up, shawl placed on cold shoulders. France is the paradise of old women, especially if they are witty, England is the purgatory, says the Englishwoman without ambiguity. The amorous intrigues are discreet, hidden from the public, and those whose affair is best known affect the most reserved manners. Hypocrisy perhaps, but the Parisian world takes on an air of dignity and decency.

Once a week, the women of quality open their salons to a circle of intimates who meet like-minded people every evening in a friendly house. Small closed coteries, where strangers are not admitted. For them, balls, dinners and parties in full dress. For the regulars, the amiable negligence of the half-clothes and the free, unceremonial chat. “Yesterday I went to a small party at Madame de Jumilhac's [a sister of the Duke of Richelieu] where Walewski served as my introducer," said the Pole Andre Kosmian on November 7, 1829. “Without being rich, she received three times a week the flower of the Parisian world. Her small salon is only open to ten or twelve people at a time. It is very difficult to be admitted. I owed this favor to Walewski who is the gate child of these ladies."

Walewski likes this refined society as much as he likes it. He is linked with the due de Chartres. They are tall, one dark, the other blond, they look alike and for three winters they never leave each other. Walewski also met Thiers at Madame de Flahaut's house: their friendship will never be denied. He finally met Morny, the son of Flahaut and Queen Hortense. "They are both of distinguished and graceful manners, without support, gifted with an air as it should be which is in them as a native gift... "

Lady Blessington, a very good judge, noted in 1829: "The more I see Count Walewski, the more I like him. He has the spirit, intuition and perfect manners. I have always considered it a good sign for a young man to like the society of old people and Count Walewski marks the preference for men of age to be his father."

When the count d'Orsay and the due de Guiche create in 1828 the circle of the Union, Walewski joins one of the first. He found there many Englishmen, Lord Granville, the English ambassador who had married a sister of the Duke of Devonshire and whose son was to be a minister in 1852. Caradoc, the future opponent of Walewski in La Plata, Normanby. He also met Talleyrand... There is a lot of talk about horses, it is a passion of the time and also a fashion. The races begin to be very popular at the Champ-de-Mars and at the Bois de Boulogne. Walewski goes there with assiduity. He runs and plays...

“In the meantime, I attended horse races for the first time in my life," Kosmian said in November 1829. Unfortunately, they ended in a way that was unpleasant for Walewski, because Walewski was always doing crazy things, throwing money out of the window. In England and here in Paris, he lost at cards up to a hundred thousand francs. Having stopped on the slope, he no longer plays cards, but, which amounts to the same thing, he plays at the races. There is a very rich Englishman here, Lord Seymour [Milord l'Arsouille], who lives only for horses and for whom betting on races is a passion. He is the one who is constantly pestering poor Walewski. Last Saturday, they had only two, each on his own horse. Walewski rode an English racehorse; Seymour a hunting horse; but Walewski had to carry sixty pounds more! Everyone who knew anything about racing said in advance that Walewski was making a fool of himself and that he would lose. He wouldn't listen to anyone - and lost. The stake was five thousand francs. He has seventy-five thousand pounds of income; what a comfortable and pleasant life he could lead. Perfectly well seen in the world, universally loved... But one has to tell him the truth... he doesn't want to hear anything until now. It is a great pity because what a good and noble nature it is and of how much pleasure in society ... "

The year 1829 had been cheerful, the beginning of the year 1830 is not less. On February 9 a great masked ball was organized by Mrs. Alexandre de Girardin in the concert hall of the rue Taitbout. Mme. Alfred de Noailles intrigues during one hour Rodolphe Apponyi, the king of the cotillion leaders; on the other hand, he recognizes at first sight the princess of Lieven and both of them go in the box of Walewski so that they intrigue their turn.

Alexandre is twenty years old on May 4, 1830. He is a man. Will he continue to waste his life in frivolity, thinking only of the world, of women, of races, of gambling? Does he forget the hopes cherished by his mother, does he remember that his father wanted him to be a soldier? Will he, who is free, get bogged down in the pleasures of Paris like the Duke of Reichstadt, he who is a prisoner, in the soft life of Austria? Will the sons of Napoleon be only dandies?

Walewski was a calm observer of the Three Glorious Years, and the return of the tricolor flag, which his father had flown in Vienna, Berlin and Moscow, did not arouse any echo in him. Polish by mother, Polish by heart, Polish by nationality if not by language (1), only the tocsin of Warsaw is going to move him, to awaken him suddenly.

(1) Walewski was not fluent in Polish. Joseph Tanski tells that when he came to London in 1854 to talk to the ambassador about projects he did not wish to see revealed, he offered to speak Polish to Walewski, the valet being present in the room. The latter refused, admitting that he could not sustain the conversation.

[malewifegradyruewen]

Oh okay, I was asking because I finished the first book and I have Feelings. Is there anything you have read lately that was really good?

no but! there is a new chapter of mgr that i've accidentally been putting off for three days! mgr is @pencilwritesshiz47's wip and it's SO GOOD Y'ALL SHOULD READ IT

[snarwor]

Personal emotional rambling

I have been wanting to throw Tusken Din into Scrivener to see if it can help me visualize the story easier, understand it more than just four chapters per book and four books in the whole. I’ve yet to begin to analyze things as scenes and keep track of what actually happens where and why, what themes are represented in each scene.

Scrivener always intimidated me, it was clunky and hard to understand, I honestly had no idea it had been updated since I first purchased a license in late 2019 in an effort to professionalize my creative writing. Today, I updated the software to v3 and it’s AWESOME! Spent all day going through the tutorial line by line, and adding Tusken Din in piece by piece. I’m so fucking excited to get back into it.

In addition to that, I no longer have my birth control preventing my meds from working effectively, and I’ve been feeling super happy and motivated and focused for the first time since…. April?

Oh no, is this mania

Very nervous for that possibility. The crash after my last manic episode was so dark and sad. Was my BC keeping me sad, but stable? Will I fluctuate harder? Oh god. I just told my med mgr we can go three months without seeing each other. I don’t even have an actual therapist. Just referrals on referrals on referrals. I feel like I’m 6 years old being carted between my mom and dad and any relative or family friend who will watch me.

Anyway I love scrivener

[panem23]

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[sketchiedetails]

While I think Binary Domain is a fun action game with a great B-movie tone, I feel like its plot is trying to do way too much at once to make any of its core themes really stick.

Lemme just get this out of the way: Binary Domain is one of the funniest action games, both unintentionally and intentionally. The cutscenes have better comedic timing with their edits and performances than most Western games these days and that’s when the game is trying. There’s some jank in the game that comes across and adds another layer of bizarre humor to the overall package. If you played the game, then you know about Bo’s stare or even trying to rescue Bo at the end of the game.

It took me a while to warm up to the cast, but they’re all very likable with their exchanges and you really feel that they develop a sense of camaraderie by the endgame.

My problem with BD’s writing isn’t with the characters; it’s with the setting. I wanna say the central theme in Binary Domain is “loving someone shouldn’t change after learning they are different from you” but it comes way too late in the game to be properly expressed and the people who should exemplify that theme - Dan and Faye - don’t really have enough time to naturally develop that kind of relationship. They’re supposed to start out butting heads and that tension transitions into sexual tension and eventually love but it really only works if you keep Faye on your team from the very beginning of the game and never swap her out.

Dan and Faye’s love arc is part of my problem with the writing. Binary Domain’s setting very clearly treats robots as second-class citizens. They’re called “scrap heads” as a slur and it gets thrown around very liberally and later on people who sympathize with machines get called “scrap lovers.” It kept reminding me of Deus Ex: Mankind Divided when they tried to make “clank” a slur for augmented people. I find it weird that unanimously people are on board for treating robots so terribly. Everyone across the globe just universally agrees that robots need to be suppressed, and I guess Yoji Amada himself points this out and calls it “The Frankenstein Problem,“ where humans fear the things they create will surpass them. I get it’s a theme, but it feels like it’s half-committed. I don’t buy in a setting that everyone would completely agree on the same thing; there should have been other people in the setting to offer counterpoints to provide different takes at the issue.

On my initial run of BD, I assumed there was gonna be a point that the Hollow Children would prove that they were capable of being sentient and shouldn’t be suppressed, but no it never gets proven and the game actually kneecaps that possibility. Hollow Children are considered terrifying to people because they can pose as regular humans for decades and no one would know, even the Hollow Child wouldn’t know what they are until ... something happens? The game is trying to be like Blade Runner, but there’s no rules established to explain how people can discover if a person is a Hollow Child, and the true purpose for Hollow Children doesn’t get revealed until the very last chapter, and it doesn’t really justify their existence.

At the end of the game, Yoji Amada reveals that he isn’t really Yoji Amada: he’s a sentient AI that the original Amada created to prove to the rest of the world that it was possible and died by his creation out of fear that the IRTA would come - who better to describe The Frankenstein Problem then an actual Frankenstein’s monster? AI-Amada (AI-mada?) then proceeds to create Hollow Children because he needed to procreate like any other lifeform. His plan is to integrate his Hollow Children into the general populace and create hybrids which have both human DNA and ... Hollow Children DNA? (I’m not sure how it works biologically, but it’s interesting how this game cribs from Blade Runner and then somehow unintentionally predicts the main plot of Blade Runner 2049.)

So if Amada’s plan is to cause miscegenation between humans and Hollow Children, what is the point of creating male Hollow Children? It’s stated just before this reveal that female HC’s can conceive, but nothing about male HC’s virility. It’s shown that Amada can remotely hijack any Hollow Child anywhere in Japan, and that really doesn’t help the argument for Hollow Children since they pose a threat as potential sleeper agents.

The most important part of this reveal is that it turns out Faye is a hybrid - her father is human, and her mother is a Hollow Child. Amada captured Faye and by the time the Rust Crew reach them, she’d already been turned. Dan at this point had been stubbornly defending Faye against the rest of the Crew who automatically agree to put her down - it’s their job, y’know how it be - and a boss fight ensues with Faye leading a pack of ninja robots. The fight has moments where the player as Dan can issue voice commands saying they love Faye and don’t want to fight, but again the pacing here has sideswiped so fast and so frequently that none of this really feels earned.

There’s a recurring flashback Dan experiences throughout the game where he’s a child bashing in a robot’s face in his family’s kitchen. It’s implied that his alcoholic father beat Dan and his mother and the robot did nothing, so in a fit of impotent rage Dan retaliates on the defenseless machine. When Dan learns that Faye is a Hollow Child’s ... child, he returns to that flashback but it’s adult Dan kneeling over a battered Faye. It’s supposed to be symbolic of Dan overcoming his bigotry and accepting Faye to be as much of a person as he is; I read it as Dan being an idiot for most of his life and having an epiphany that the rest of the world should have had from the very beginning when they started focusing on robotics as their main source of infrastructure.

During my last run on Metal Gear Rising, I listened to as many of the Codec conversations as I could this time around. They offer some very detailed world building that the rest of the game itself couldn’t support at the cost of the game’s pacing. The conversations cover a wide range of topics concerning a world recovering after the fall of the Patriots. Cyborg soldiers took over as the main source of infantry in PMC’s, and the game dips into concepts about how the rules of engagement would work with cyborg soldiers, the logistics it would take to maintain a cyborg body, and the public perception of cybernetics in both a domestic and military context.

I’m not saying every game needs a codex section in their menus to explain the world and how it works (BD technically does have that via the info logs you can pick up in the game), but the setting should be internally consistent. MGR’s Codecs add flavor text to the world, but they also explain away the more gamey aspects of the setting, like why it’s important to the Doktor that Raiden collect as many left hands as he can or why some returning boss fights aren’t as imposing as their initial encounters.

Most of the time Hollow Children appear as a way to create a plot twist and shake up the story. Shindo’s right hand man was a Hollow Child and the rebel base gets attacked by a huge robot. The general at the beginning of the game who ranted about how the existence of Hollow Children was ridiculous turned out to be a Hollow Child. They exist in order to generate drama, much like how Dan and Faye’s relationship exists in order to challenge the notion that Hollow Children shouldn’t be allowed to live.

Binary Domain’s final boss turns out to be the Rust Crew’s commanding officer. I’m not sure if he states that the President approved it, but the US is going to take the Amada AI for their own purposes and kill the Rust Crew so the rest of the IRTA won’t know what happened. It’s interesting how all three games I’ve played to write these series of posts - Vanquish, Metal Gear Rising, and Binary Domain - all feature either final or penultimate bosses that are involved in some branch of the US government. Lt. Col. Burns and Major Philips are part of the Marines, and Armstrong is a US Senator. I hate to keep dumping on BD, but their plot twist just feels unnecessary and would be but it needs to happen in order for Dan and Faye to run off together and hint at potential sequels where Faye becomes a leader for Hollow Children resistance with Dan by her side.

As a piece of speculative sci-fi, I think Binary Domain has some faulty logic but I still enjoyed this game. The combat is slower and more plodding compared to the other two games I recently wrote about, but that’s the point of the gameplay. It’s a group of humans fighting machines who can be engineered to have an edge in fights where the humans have to rely on their wits and each other in order to win every battle. Also, Vanquish and MGR are Platinum titles, and every action game is gonna feel like a slog compared to a Platinum game.

I’ll have to amend my original thoughts about playing Binary Domain alongside Vanquish: you should definitely play those two back to back, but also add in Metal Gear Rising to that block. They’re all compelling action games with some interesting ideas about how war will look in the future.

[the-mf-bread-babies]

20/6/20

× REBUILD III ×

+ RUNAWAY RENEGADES +

[ COLLECTION I ]

“backstories”

∆ VOLUME TWO ∆

“Odd Beginnings”

· PART ONE ·

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CHAPTER ONE

DINER DATE

It was a rainy night. The clock inside the diner probably hadn't been fixed in decades, which only made time pass more slower for Jason. Jason Aronowitz Watanabe, 16 years old, was waiting for his first date to arrive at the restaurant. His mother and father were sitting in front of him, eagerly awaiting for her too. Among all the excuses the two had speculated, the son had grown tired and realized that maybe he didn't want to do this in the first place.

Jason stared at the unmoving clock, the sound of rain pattering filling his ears. God, it would be such a good time to sleep right now. “Honey, she's probably stuck in traffic,” said Judy, his mother. She spent hours to do her hair, makeup, and outfit. This might have been her son's date, but her and her husband's was going to take place as soon as the girl had arrived, and it was ten times more grand than Jason's. They had a reservation at Chili's.

Hisashi Watanabe, Jason's father, kept his eyes focused on the road outside. Maybe this was her. No, then that one. Also no. Well, hopefully Jason's not getting pranked or whatever. Oh, that's a cool truck. Bye, cool truck. Damn, that reservation's probably busted by now. So long, paradise pie. Two hours to get here and both dates are probably cancelled by now. Jason looks sad. Actually, he always does, it's understandable, but this time's sadder than usual.

“Jason, look outside!” The father whispered excitedly, pointing out the window. “Whatever. I wanna go home.” Jason grumbled angrily, his voice slightly cracking either from crying or just puberty. “Sorry, just… a limo,” Hisashi uttered quietly. “We can order something if you want,” Judy suggested, awkwardly smiling, her big sunglasses shielding the intense mix of emotions she was feeling– anger, disappointment, sadness. Also, hunger.

“Mm,” Jason replied cryptically. “Waiter! Can I get a menu, please?” Judy yelled out, startling the two men. She ordered something, her voice being reduced to mumbles by Jason zoning out, eyes fixated on the table. “Sweetie, do you want a milkshake? They have cookies and cream,” His mother asked, gaining back his attention. “Um, okay, sure.” Jason answered, giving his mother and the waiter a polite smile. “Thank you.” He went back to zoning out.

His parents were having a conversation about something unimportant, and the restaurant was awfully ambient. There was a jukebox, but that, too, was broken. This seemed like an appropriate situation for the boy to get distracted from everything and daydream. Damn, it would be so cool if he could play the drums. Ah, to be a transformer. Imagine going to have a heart transplant surgery, and Gerard says, “Babe, it's okay,” and then when it's done you ask the nurse who gave you the heart and she replies, “Frank Iero,” and you and the other three remaining members go get pizza or whatever. Poor Frank. Was that a bell ringing. Oh, to be a lamb in a field, eating grass. Ew, imagine eating grass…

HELLO.

A shadowy figure towered over Jason threateningly, katakana surrounding her. Who the hell is this?

“Do you need money?” Judy asked quietly, counting some dollar bills, thinking this was some random person. “Yeah!” She shouted excitedly. “Gimme five hundred thousand dollars, stat!” Jason's face turned to the girl. Her shirt read “TACO,” with an image of a cartoon taco below it. Cloaking the ugly t-shirt was a blue jacket that seemed quite old and vintage. Well, at least her outfit is matching. “Um… are you…” he asked the girl.

“Your date for tonight, partner!” Oh, she has braces. Yeah, seemed like a braces person. “Awesome! Now you two don't do any funny business, okay?” Jason's dad stated, pointing. “Dad, what.” “Well, off to visit your mother!” He added, his arm around Judy, the two scooting out of the seat to make room for the girl. “Cool! Your dad knows TF2?” The girl said, her face sparking up in joy. “I was an animator for the shorts,” Hisashi revealed, much to the girl's excitement. “HOLY SHIT!!! CAN I GET AN AUTOGRAPH?!” She yelled out, turning the heads of some people in the diner. “Sure thing,” he answered, signing a napkin. “Okay, bye, you two,”

Jason's eyes met the girl's, realising he forgot what her name was. Um… well, her brother's a senior, right? Tony… Tony Blenderson… Bender… Flanders… Uh… “Hi! You're Jason, right? From History?” She asked, raising his fear more. How did he even agree to this in the first place? Oh, right, their moms are friends. “Um, yeah, and you're…” Oh God. Grave mistake. “Man, I don't know! Most people just call me by my last name. First names are boring, you get me?” She confessed, calming him down slightly. “Oh, uh… yeah! Uh, so I can call you…” “Anytime!” She added confidently. “Huh?” Jason said, confused. “Henderson, man! Hendersonville is actually an actual place, by the way! Could you BELIEVE IT?!” Jason awkwardly agreed, not knowing what to do. “Yeah… like Disneyland or something…”

The conversation went on, with the occasional text from Jason's parents. “So then I was all like, I know karate, you dumbass,” she started, Jason trying his best to understand what the hell she was talking about. “And this stupid little goat starts headbutting me, and I'm bleeding and stuff, obviously, keep in mind I had a hamburger, that's important, okay,” The boy nodded his head along. “So, yeah, that was how gender equality is. Yeah, zoos are dumb, they're bad,” “Yeah, like, it's not good for them and stuff,” Jason said, finally having some material for the conversation.

He paused for a bit, unsure if the other was going to add anything. “So, uh, what do you do? Like, um, in general, yeah,” he asked, sipping his milkshake. “Kill people.” She blurted. “Okay. I like collecting stamps.” He replied jokingly. “HAH! God, what a riot you are! Oh boy, STAMPS!!!” Henderson laughed exaggeratedly, thinking it sounded natural, and possibly cute. “Yeah…?” “Yeah, not real people, but like, I play video games a lot. You ever play Slime Rancher? I've got six thousand days on that guy.” She confessed seriously, crossing her arms. “Also, used to play Overwatch, but that was so last rebuild. Now, in this one, I prefer Garden Warfare. You know, the FPS Plants vs. Zombies game?” She casually added, Jason sending his usual confused nodding and raised eyebrows with a slightly opened mouth as a reply.

Jason thought for a bit. “I play Apex,” He said disappointedly. “Oh, didn't it end because of that big rapper guy? Marshmello? Yeah. Sorry, dude.” Henderson comforted. “Um. I guess?” Jason ate the Oreo on top of the milkshake. “Yeah, and I also listen to emo stuff. I was born in the wrong generation.” He said, stirring the drink. “Oh, like PSY? Yeah, my old neighbor listened to him.” .. huh. “Um… yeah, and like, MGR and stuff…” “Cool! What's that stand for, again? My cousin listens to Chaos! in the Gathering, Nuclear Lad, thirty three tailors, so I know emo.” Henderson bragged. “Oh, it stands for My Geological Rocks! It's because they're pretty rock, and one of them saw this book where the title was ‘Geological Rocks’ or whatever, so they named the band that.” He explained truthfully. “ Oh ! That's Dumb ! ” She blatantly said, her hand loosely swinging a spoon.

“Oh, shit, you don't have food. Um, do you want some?” Jason realized, offering Henderson the scraps of his milkshake. “Nope! Lactose intolerance, baby!” She confessed, a hint of sadness present in her face. “Oh. Sorry,” He said as he slurped up the remains quite loudly. “Should I ask them for a menu?” Jason asked, clearly not wanting to do so. “I ate a toasted toast sandwich earlier, so I'm not really hungry.” “A toasted toast sandwich is a piece of toast slotted between two other pieces of toasted bread. With butter spread on some of them.” Henderson explained in detail. “Is it good?” Jason asked fearfully. “Duh,” she said. “Oh, okay,”

The two sat in silence. The room was quiet, even the chattering of the other customers were gone. Henderson waited patiently for a waiter to come by, her face staring at the table. “That's a weird stain.” She uttered, poking hesitantly at it. “Probably tea.” Jason added, looking at the stain. “Yeah,” Henderson agreed, resting her head on the table. They stared at the stain for some time. “So, uh, you like Jar-Jar’s Odd Journey?” Henderson asked, looking up at the other. “No, I don't watch anime,” he replied, prying at the stain with his fingernail. “Oh, okay. But like, do you like Jar-Jar’s?” Jason paused, looking at her and squinting his eyes, thinking what she was meaning to hint, then slowly realising it. “Well, do you like Power Princesses? With the cat lady and the other lady?” He asked slyly, smiling from ear to ear. “Yeah… literally and…” Henderson inspected Jason's jeans. “metaphorically… you know…” Jason inspected hers too. They both cuffed them, even though Henderson's were already a good length, now a bit too short, resulting in a very prominent hint. “So yes, I do watch Jar-Jar, then,” he replied. They nodded, smiling in Mystery.

“So, why'd you even agree to this?” Jason asked, facing her. “I dunno. Felt rebellious to steal my sister's date, I guess.” Jason leaned back in his seat, blinking interestedly. “So, if it weren't for you meddling fool, I would've gone on a date with a CRSCO girl, huh?” “Sksksksks and I oop,” Jason questioned dramatically. “Yes. That's actually why I'm late; I drove here by myself.” Henderson confessed, smirking. “And I knew I wouldn't like this date if it was at some fancy restaurant, so I picked somewhere I could eat, hence why the location is so unsuitable.” “The distance, especially. That was so my family couldn't track me down.” “As if they'd care.” Henderson folded her hands together on the table and put her head down and stared at them, her hair swinging dramatically in front of her.

“Well that's bad. And bad… ass,” Jake stated, tilting his head awkwardly. “Like, your family, that's bad, like, your brother's a… he's not nice, necessarily, but you stealing a date from your sister and driving to some random-ass diner in the middle of nowhere, that's some Gone Girl shit.” he explained, eyes burning with awe.

“I mean, I've had some friends from band that met your sister, and from what I've heard, and I'm sorry for being nosy, but, I mean, it really justifies this whole… thing. So, uh, yeah. Sorry,” Jason continued as Henderson moved her Orbs to meet his.

“So, how'd it feel to set her room on fire? Were the firefighters and shit? Again, sorry for being nosy.” Jason asked casually, doing his first attempt at the three-paragraph thing. Henderson giggled uncontrollably, wiping tears off of her Orbs. “Wha– FIRE?! Who told you that? I only just threw some of her stuff out the window, but SETTING IT ON FIRE WAS NOT PART OF THE PLAN, JASON!!” Jason sat up, stammering in response. “B-But, um, like, uh, Tristan, from band, the school band, said that– you, uh, like, it was midnight, and he woke up because of all the sirens, and– yeah.” Jason explained, his voice nervously loud, and his hands gesturing wildly. “Oh!” she yelled out, remembering the experience.

“That was the time I tried modifying the hell outta french fries and I set the kitchen on fire! Like, I was pouring the fries in, then the fire just shot up, like, ten feet, and my hair almost caught on fire, the smoke alarm was ringing, it was hell, man, hell,” Henderson explained excitedly. “So, yeah, someone called the fire station, next thing I know, I'm getting yelled at severely, and I can't play video games or go on my phone for three weeks!” Jason nodded in awe. “How did you… mod… fries?” He asked in confusion, rubbing his chin. “Oh, I put olive oil, safflower oil, cooking oil, and corn oil, also I used a flat frying pan, put in two brands of fries, made sure it wasn't overcrowded, also put a thick layer of seasoning on the pan and I folded it like scrambled eggs.”

“So yeah, a literal recipe for disaster. Never doing that again.” Henderson stated, although she was most definitely going to make the same mistake in a few years with Rachel. “Ah. I see. Why the flat frying pan?” Jason asked. “Oh, the other pans were in the sink and I was lazy.” She replied, making a disappointed face. “also i'm pretty sure that it caused the oil to like. yknow. vooooshhhhh” Henderson added, sinking her face into her hands.

Jason thought of a more embarrassing moment. “Wanna know that time I went to the ER because I was too goth?” “Wait, two times! One, I ate black lipstick, the other, I got choked by a…” Jason sunk his head down. “homemade e-boy necklace…” Henderson cackled loudly, slapping the table. “How the hell do you get choked by that?!” Jason pursed his lips sadly. “I was wearing the necklace first and put it on backwards, big mistake, it had a really heavy padlock, then my binder, which was way too tight, so it was choking me, but I was wearing my turtleneck, and my arms were stuck, so I just smacked the dresser violently.” “And that's how I came out to my parents.” Jason said, smirking and crossing his arms together. “Thankfully, they let me buy a better one that didn't, like, kill me.” He added.

Henderson's jaw was hanging open in surprise. “You're trans too?!” Jason pogged in response, “TOO?!” The two shared a very intense and complicated series of high-fives and fistbumps, screaming in joy. “Man, so this is why you stole that dumbass’ date!” “Solidarity!” Jason stated, smiling. “Thanks for saving me, uh…” He paused, waiting for a confirmation. “Uh… I dunno. Girl?” Henderson replied, shrugging. “Girl! I am Dude!” Jason shouted, giving her a thumbs-up. “Cool! Hi Dude!” She yelled out, earning a very strong high-five from Jason. “Hell Yeah !!!!!!!!”

“Man, you want something to celebrate? This shit's nice as hell.” Jason asked, visibly in a better mood than before. “To hell with it! Cheesy Frickin’ Fries for the lady!” Henderson shouted in joy. “And for the man?” Jason thought for a bit. “Truck” he uttered, giving her an emotional gaze. Get it? Gaze? “Ah, okay. Truck it is, then,” Henderson confirmed before raising her head to get the waiter's attention.

“Waiter ain't here. Should I? Go to the counter?” She asked, pointing to the front of the diner. Jason nodded in response. Henderson approached the counter, her hands in her pockets, her eyes looking around. There was not a single person to be seen, the pies sitting on the rack softly, asking to be stolen and devoured. “Be… do…” she whispered softly, her hand reaching to the pies, only to be stopped by the other one. Disappointed, she went back to Jason, frowning.

“God hates us.” She uttered, her head pointing up. “No one at the counter, no one near the entrance, so no friggin’ cheese fries.” She grumbled, “Drove five friggin’ hours in the friggin’ rain just for this dumbass shit. Can't even have the friggin’ pies, that's illegal,” Jason looked at her sadly. “Hey, it's okay, I brought snacks,” He pulled out a packet of chips from his hoodie pocket. “Here's the fries…” Jason placed a slightly melted cheese slice onto the table. “And here's the cheese!” “Hipster, innit? All deconstructed an’ stuff,” He said happily, swinging his arm a la Grunkle Stan.

“What a gentleman. Thank you, Jarnathan Jarstar, my brother,” Henderson said gratefully, unwrapping the cheese slice packet. “Good job, uh, Catra,” Jason commented, opening the chips packet. As they dined happily, a tall, scary figure approached them slowly and murderously.

“Ya can't bring outside food in here.”

“It's against the rules, kiddos.”

“Might getcha banned fer life if yer not careful enough.”

“Aah!!” Jason screamed quietly. The figure revealed itself under the illumination of the ceiling lights— a man, presumably middle-aged, dressed in a cheap chicken costume, donning a knight helmet. “You wouldn't make the cut. Ya just wouldn't.” The man uttered cryptically, confusing the two. Was this weirdo the mascot or just some guy? “I have pepper spray, creep.” Henderson threatened, pointing the self-defence tool at the costumed man. “Like that'll do anythin’.” He pointed out, glaring at the girl.

In response, Jason pushed the man, Henderson following suit by vigorously kicking the life out of him. Blood oozed out of the now-stained costume as he begged for help, trying his best to explain the current situation. “Stop! Please stop!” He yelled out, only for the helmet to be removed by Henderson, who was ready to punch the hell outta him.

Some balding white guy sporting bad facial hair had been the culprit all along. Jason pulled the remains of his hair and threw him to the floor, yelling. Out of the blue, a group of people showed up, coming to the rescue and pulling them apart from each other. “Whose idea was to be threatening again?!” The man in the chicken costume yelled out, clearly angry at all of them. “Run!” Henderson shouted, grabbing the snacks and dragging Jason out of the diner, only to be chased down by the others.

“Who the hell was that guy?!” Jason yelled, running. “I may be weird, but I definitely don't know that guy, and definitely not enough for him to just show up like that!” Henderson shouted back, confused. “Guess it's some weird kidnapper, then? Or a really odd mascot.” Jason said, dashing around the street corner. “Probably!” Henderson ran past Jason. “Hey, wait up! I was kicked outta the track team for a reason, Henderson!” The boy yelled, running out of breath. The girl went back to him, feeling a bit guilty.

“I, uh, have asthma.” Jason said, pulling out his inhaler. “Oh, um, I'm, uh, really, really, sorry.” Henderson nervously apologized, her mind wondering what would happen if Jason died right then and there. Oh, she'd definitely have to go to court. Maybe it'll be like Legally Blonde. Jason stood back up, gesturing to Henderson to keep going. “Hey, I'm okay, go ahead.” “You can leave me here if you want. Death isn't a big concern for me; I'll meet all the MGR members, then when I go to hell I can punch Brendon Urie in the face…” Jason struggled out. “… because he's like, racist,” “Bob Bryar too, man,” Henderson nodded slowly, not knowing what the hell kinda emo thing he was referencing.

Jason looked behind Henderson, surprised. “Hhhh… they're not killing us…” he tried out, pointing to her back. “Oh, hey, yeah. Let's go hide somewhere.” Henderson suggested, looking around for a good shelter. “I'm gonna tell this to my parents first…” Jason said, moving down to sit on the ground. “Oh, man. There's no reception here.” He revealed, getting more and more scared with every second they stayed there, the possibility of them being caught and killed or whatever growing steadily.

“I mean, we are in Ohio, Jason. There's a bigger chance of us stumbling into a big-ass cornfield than us getting reception in some super rural town like this.” Henderson sighed. “This place is called Van Wert, Jay. How friggin’ hillbilly is that? Van Wurrrtt, yee-haw,” She commented angrily. Jason took a deep breath and stood back up, scanning the horizon.

“Well, hard to find a place where we won't get shot immediately when entering, especially at this hour. I mean, gun store, bar, creepy pharmacy, another gun store, mom and pop, mom and pop's gun store, shooting range, farmer's market, café (with a rifle under the counter), barbershop, ranch–” Henderson smiled from ear to ear as she heard what Jason just said. “RANCH?! WITH HORSES?!”

tob e fucketh continue

a uhhh Notes by Rocco Wulfram North

oh that names so epic omg

[echoeternally]

And here’s the fanfiction.net link as well. Still short of 100 reviews before posting this chapter. My heart weeps, it breaks.

Anyway! This is the latest chapter for my Pokemon fanfic! MGR slowly starts taking that weird serious turn that no one asked for, nice.

Interestingly, when I was checking over the last chapter posted, FFN said that the story hadn’t been updated since February, in spite of me updating like last week or so. Strange. It’s corrected thanks to this new chapter, so that’s good.

Tfw even the fanfic websites want you to be considered a slacker, cries.

So, new update! And excerpt is below the cut.

He stepped from his icy plateau, and walked down, gazing down at the lower tier of his throne room. I followed his gaze to the fountain, but his footsteps forced my attention back to him.

"Tell me, why were you the leading choice?"

"Excuse me?"

"Nidoking chose you first of three sent up here," reminded Empoleon. "He very specifically selected you above all others. Greninja followed more as someone to accompy you, not because he fit better. Delphox was to give us a more balanced selection, a favor that I realized in hindsight that I didn't quite return. But I digress." He stared right at me once more. "Why you, the sturdy Grass Type, weakened by the bitter cold?"

"I…I've been managing." I frowned as my shoulders sank. "We do get some snow down in Grass Fields."

"Nothing compared to here." Empoleon shook his head. "You weren't sent here because you were able to withstand the harsher climates."

"My…my former king," I winced as those words left my mouth, "he, uh, he thought that I would be a better selection for more…diplomatic negotiations and relations."

"Hmm." He tapped a wing against his beak. "Why is that?"

Goodness golly gee, it sure is fun up in here! Haha, nothing foreboding or, yeah ok, you get it. But hey, it’s been a pretty cute story so far, right?

Things should be getting a little, ah, different after this one, though the next update is probably further off. I did spoil you guys with two updates in a month.

But yes, if you’re eager to read and haven’t yet, click the link above! And you can join in with that link, if you’re new, just click back to the first chapter.

And, of course, enjoy!

[rubiaryutheroyal]

MGSV Story Study Sequel

@aireyverkhovensky submitted:

hey rubia are you feeling ambitious

(i’m kidding, i just want to know about the little comics and charts included, not the huge walls of text!)

Thank goodness. I sure wouldn’t want to have to explain the entirety of MGSV’s story here in one post. It’s an in-depth analysis of the story, characters, plot, etc., compiled into 73 pages, counting table of contents and preface.

As it goes without saying, spoilers abound. Also, a few mentions & pictures w/ adult themes, but nothing explicit.

Sorry that it took so long. I couldn’t find the time to finish up until now.

P1: Cover

P2: Intro & argument for why BB didn’t betray Kaz or Venom

P3: Table of Contents

P4

“The (Grossly Oversimplified) Character Relationships Chart 1”

Top box: main characters of this game

They all love BB and want to help him.

But M. Zero calls BB “his possession”, and BB: ((((;゜д゜)))) -> ( `;ω;´ )

So they all want Zero dead. (bottom right: only Venom is playable, so he doesn’t know that Zero is directly involved in the story)

And Zero wants them all dead. (bottom left: while another Snake is being made, Miller’s plan is to “get” Jack as he’s killing ’em)

left note: Code Talker is Zero’s henchie, and so was Huey until he got jossed.

P5 - 6: MC introductions

P7

“The (Still Somewhat Complicated) Character Relationships Chart 2”

top: TPP is about Venom tracing back to BB’s last mission. MGS3 ended with killing The Boss. Venom’s version of The Boss is Kaz.

Zero: “Crush them all”

BB, Ocelot –blue–> Kaz: has to keep this guy alive (hence why his limbs are cut & eye scarred, as per Zero’s objective…)

Venom –red–> Kaz: “Kill” // Zero’s final objective succeeds //

Skull –green–> Venom: Since Venom catches onto him, Skull has no choice but to kill him (he’s sad, since they’re supposed to be allies) -> Expecting Venom knew about the source of the vocal parasites, he had to kill him anyway… Once he learned the truth, all was good.

BB –gold–> clash: “Stop that”

BB – Venom: precious friend, lover

BB – Skull: from bottom of heart, want to be bros

BB, Ocelot –gold–> Skull: keeps him alive, get Zero’s whereabouts from him “I’ll leave it to you.” “John’s counting on me, I’ll do my best!!”

BB –green–> Kaz: doesn’t want to worry about the truth

BB –red–> Zero: trying to find where Zero is to kill him

bottom: “But Ocelot doesn’t do anything this time?” you’d think, but he may actually be moving behind the scenes.

P8 - 10: Facts & FAQs about Skullface

P11: Eli

P12: Sahelanthropus

P13: What Eli has to do with it

P14: The whole lotta digs on Kaz (following pages are numbered by these questions)

P15 - 20: 1. Venom

P16 - 20: Ties b/w Chico’s reports in GZ & TPP’s untold scenarios

P17, right: shojo manga depiction of angst comfort

P20 (on character relationships by distance):

Kaz: Hey! This isn’t some kind of ero corner! Why are we heading for this kind of horror? And the background’s all pink!

Venom: It’s fanservice.

P21: 2. Soldiers (minor chars)

(right) Boy who ends up getting gang-raped

(left) Woman who completely crushes all TNK attempts at rape

P22 - 24: 3. Boss

P22, top:

(right) Quiet: Snake ♥

BB: …

Ocelot: ?

Quiet: Not you!

(left) Kaz: Boss ♥

BB: !

Ocelot: …

P23: Paz’s reports on Kazuhira Miller - “His adoration of Big Boss is obvious”

top panel: cigar (right) [true adoration] lights his cigar for him (left) [adoration…] ignores his attempts at lighting it

mid panel: way of calling (right) [true adoration] “Boss (respectful)”, “I’ll be there for you!” (left) [adoration…?] “Boss (resentful)”, “Zadornov disappeared again. Go find him.” “And get me a hooker while you’re on it.”

bottom panel: how they’d show off their bods (imagined) (right) [true adoration] “…Alright… If you wish, I’ll happily show it to you!” ”May I rest in your room tonight…?” (left) [anything but adoration] “Aw, Boss! You’ve been waiting on me? Well, I guess we can’t help it!” *strips*

A/N at bottom right: ^ What Paz imagined was probably like this

Paz: It was a report from the beginning of Peace Walker…

P24, center: Three-way deadlock

[T/N: For the top & bottom, I’m not exactly sure what scenes the author is talking about. What’s “MSF”? And some episode where Kaz & Ocelot are arguing…?]

Kaz: strong to BB, weak to Ocelot

Ocelot: strong to Kaz, weak to BB

BB: strong to Ocelot, weak to Kaz

BB -> Kaz: says whatever

Kaz -> Ocelot: ‘fesses up

Ocelot -> BB: loyalty & adoration, “John’s the best”

P25: 4. Liquid

Meryl: Hey! Stop messing around! Ahaheehee! What, you call this torture!? This is just sexual harassment! *blah, blah, blah*

Ocelot, Liquid: (Shut up already…)

A/N, bottom: Captive female soldier, “Quiet”-type

P26: 5. Zero (imagined)

[Setting: Kazuhira Miller, age 12]

Zero: You may not know this, but it’s a Japanese school uniform.

Paz: (What the heck is this play…?)

[T/N: Namely, it’s a uniform for boys. The author goes on to explain the episode about Paz and Zero’s wiretap.]

P27 - 32: More FAQs about Zero

P27

Zero: Look, Jack~ It’s (my and) your kids!

BB: Waaaaaahh!!

A/N: So he filled up his entire bedroom with flowers to cleanse himself of the dream.

P29-30: Seeing BB x Kaz from BB’s & Zero’s relations

[T/N: I guess this is a scene that happens in-game, where BB tries to snap his neck, but decides against it?]

P33 - 34: comics

P33: “I thought a ‘sauna’ was like this”

Swan: Oh, while we’re using the soap, let’s add the vihta too. Okay, Armadillo, if you please.

*Now you can slap the subcommander on the ass*

Kaz: Whoa, wait a sec. It’ll make me seem like I’m in a S&M relationship…

Swan: Huh? Did I get it wrong?

Gazelle: But wouldn’t it be great to **** the boss?

Elephant: Right to the sexual harassment!

Puma: The boss is **** so wouldn’t **** **ing her be ********?

Dolphin, Cotton Mouse: *w*

Puma: Besides, ****… and then ** and *****…

Kaz: Stooop! This game is rated CERO C!

Armadillo: (Women are so rough…)

[Ending]

???: Clean the sauna for a year.

Kaz: Yes, sir…

Elephant, Puma: (He’s done for.)

Gazelle: (I guess he won’t.)

Swan: (Thank God I don’t have to clean the sauna! Lucky break!)

[Thinking about it, women on the battlefield wouldn’t be so weak.]

P34

Venom: When will I get to see Kaz’s smile…?

Kaz: *mmph*

Quiet: *push push*

Venom: What, Quiet? Huh? Those are…

Kaz: Ahahahaahahahahaaahaha!!!

[Electric tickling rods] * used by Ocelot

Kaz: *huff huff*

Venom: I didn’t mean by force… And he’s not used to it, so using those shock rods can be dangerous.

Quiet: Okay.

Kaz: Ahahahaahahahahaaahaha!!!

[Analog tickling rods] * used by Ocel…

Kaz: Damn it! Stop tickling my nipples!

Venom: Hehe. (Quiet’s making a calm face, but maybe she’s got a grudge…?)

[Boss smiled. Mission complete.]

Kaz: Hey, wait. Why are you ending this like it’s a happy ending? Hey!

P35-36: Quiet

P36: On Kaz & Catherine

(lower right)

Kaz: “That’s no way to treat your mother!”

??: “Ah, it’s fine.”

Kaz: “Dear!”

[Parents]

[T/N: below is a quick chart of their relations]

P37-46: More about Eli

P43

[End of chapter 1] * screenshot trace

Kaz: (I have the feeling it’s not over yet…)

P44

[Zero.]

Zero: (I’m watching you…)

P47-50: Review/Summary

“MGSV’s story is full of misleads and false info to trick the players, and this is the real S3 Plan (MGS2).”

[T/N: Welp, I wouldn’t have been tricked because I’ve been lost since the first page. :D ]

P49: “VR Boyfriend”

Genre: virtual reality boyfriend simulation Developer: Illusion

A/N: So MGSV:TPP has been from Zero’s point of view.

(just below) “Become Venom Snake and get real close with Miller!”

*insert facts about Kaz*

Zero: We can have a spiritual conversation!

Skull: Leave it to the Major to keep up with the latest tech. (This eroge nerd is hopeless. Use it properly already…)

VR Snake: >_<;

P51-64: references & homages made in-game

[T/N: There is way too much to cover here, so I think I’ll just skip over all the text and some comics. I’ll list the names of the sources, though.]

P53: Berserk

P54: Silent Hill 2, Blade of the Immortal

P55-56: Siren

P56

Kaz: Boss, Ocelot shot me in the face.

Ocelot: Don’t give them the wrong idea!

P57-64: Yakuza

P59: [T/N: Apparently in the JP version, when Venom puts on the Golden Armor, he starts talking in Kansai dialect.]

P60: [T/N: I feel like I’m missing a lot here, since I don’t know much about the Yakuza series, but it’s basically the characters from each swapped into the other game.]

P65: “No Way He Wouldn’t Finish Manga With That Moe Poster in DD’s Lounge”

Kaz: Hm? What, you like manga, Ocelot?

(books) “Weekly Shonen: Champion” “Japanese for Beginners”

Ocelot: I’m only reading them to better understand other countries’ culture. But, these ‘mangakas’ come up with some interesting ways to capture other people’s attention. (Hmph. This is for kids.)

By the way, did you find the next issue?

Kaz: Oh, the series I was reading ended, so I didn’t buy it.

Ocelot: What!? Don’t screw with me! Go get it already! NOW!! GET GOING!!!

Kaz: So you are addicted.

[20 years later, roleplaying]

Ocelot: L-Liquid! I beg of you!! My hand! My haaand… My right hand Liquid has been captured–! I wasn’t betraying the Patriots! It was Liquid’s fault!

Zero: What!?

Snake: Liquid!?

AI: Liquid!?

Wolf(?): What.

P66-70: More on Liquid & Ocelot, spanning MGS1, 2, 4

P71: Character relations across the games

P72: MGR: SOLIS & Kaz?

P73: Conclusion (feat. pun with Peacewalker, how Kaz ties into everything, and extras with Hideo Kojima)

And with that, I am officially done with this post. Not done like “I’ve covered everything I could”, but done like “My brain needs rest”. Thanks for your submission…

[siraranispleased]

So one of the Fire Emblem projects, The Black Seal, involves three storylines (Easy/Normal/Lunatic, Hard, and Final), and thus three sets of antagonists. The antagonists for the E/N/L difficulty are based on Germany during the lead up to the Great War, the first World War, while, design wise, they’re heavily influenced if not expies of the Noxus faction of champions from League of Legends.

Some of them are fairly blatant, 1:1, all but name expies (the Riven expy, the Draven expy). Others are more tangential, to the point where some of the only things the Sion character shares with her influence is their status as the big wall of muscle with the heat of battle fervor.

But the other thing that influences their character, or at least their chapter fight, are the boss themes from Metal Gear Rising. If it wouldn’t be an absolute tonal shift, the instrumentals might very well be their boss battle themes. Under the cut, there’s going to be a list of all the major players from this faction, their LoL influence, and then their MGR influence.

Noel - Riven - The Only Thing I Know For Real

Orithia - Sion (although, more accurately, Bismuth) - I’m My Own Master Now

Samdi - Kled - The Hot Wind is Blowing

Demetrius - Draven - Red Sun

Joanna - Katarina - A Stranger I Remain

Breton - Talon - Rules of Nature

Mavia - Darius - Stains of Time

Jericho and Emille - Swain and LeBlanc - It Has To Be This Way

Apart from Noel, Orithia, Mavia, and Jericho, all names are subject to change. Noel and Orithia are also of the “recruitable enemy” type of character.

[tmwcs]

HHP Chapter 18 - MDNI18+

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Okay so i know i say this all the time...but truly, this one is my favorite chapter....you'll see why. please excuse it not being proofread, we're visiting some family and friends so that's my excuse this time lol....

Text in purple are song lyrics. IDK why but every time i highlight song lyrics sometimes the color doesn't highlight the entire verbiage, just ignore that.

Warnings: Sensual smut, descriptive, unprotected sex, angst, fighting, arguing, controlling behavior, imbalance of power in a relationship, restricting freedom (towards reader), obsessive/controlling/possessive behavior (very yandere...ofc it's heethan).

So it is a REQUIREMENT that you read the smau "Netflix and Chill" (all three parts) before reading this. It will be better if you read the entire MGR arc, but if you dont feel like reading the whole thing, at least read the smau and the last few chapters of MGR (Chapter 9-12) bc this is heavily referenced with a timeline of events that occurred in those chapters...otherwise it's going to just confuse you. I'm linking the smau and the masterlist for MGR below, i would suggest reading the chapters first and then reading the smau.

MGR MASTERLIST <- Click

“Why can’t you just see from my perspective once in a while??”

“Don’t I?...why can’t you see mine? I care and love you too much…I’m the only one that loves you, and I’m the only one that will protect and take care of you.”

“But I’ll be with the others-“

“That’s enough.”

“No!”

Back and forth, you both had bickered nonstop. An argument caused by the event of you informing Heeseung that you wanted to join the girls on a road trip, but Heeseung’s schedule was too booked for him to attend, therefore, you weren’t able to go…at least he wouldn’t allow you to.

“You do realize that this is not typical human behavior in a relationship right?” you snarked out with your arms crossed, glaring at him with slightly glossed eyes as you reached a level of frustration from feeling restricted…like a child.

“I never said it was.” He responded back calmly….to calm.

“You can’t treat me this way! Its not fair Heeseung.”

“I never said I played fair either…” standing before you, he tilts his head back just slightly to peek his eyes from the shadow of his cap, opening them wide as he glares down at you from a staggering height. His iris shrinks up the wider he opens them. You couldn’t deny it, it terrified you, especially seeing that his Ethan side wasn’t present at all, yet he was already so mad….how would it have been if his aggressive side did come through?

Shaking your head in defeat, you turn around and walk over to the window and tried to compose yourself as you took deep breaths. Placing your hands on your waist, you tilt your head back to look up at the ceiling as you count silent numbers in your head.

‘1…..2…..3……4…..’

Feeling his hands reach around your waist, cupping your ribcage, he leans into your ear to gently whisper and kiss it. But you were far from wanting to feel him let alone seeing him.

“Stop!” you snapped as you peel his hands off.

“Don’t touch me right now, I want to be left alone.”

Snarking out a smirk out of amusement and irritation, he looks at the doorway before looking at you.

“You really don’t get it, do you? after all this time you treat the love I have for you as some sort of joke…” he responds.

“I do not! I just think you go overboard. It isn’t normal!” you spoke out, and in all honestly, you spoke out of anger. Generally, you didn’t mind Heeseung’s mannerism when it came to his level of obsession and possession over you, in fact, a lot of the time, you loved it. But at this moment, you were too angry to remind yourself of how much you deeply craved his unhealthy level of possessiveness over you.

“That’s what I mean…..i never said it was normal…in fact….it’s insane…I’M….insane….i’m insanely in love with you and I never claimed to be a man who loves you in any other aspect…yet you keep comparing my love for you to other people’s definition of love….it pisses me off.” His voice remained calm, yet you could tell by the influctuation of his tone, that he was getting quite mad towards your disregard of his love for you.

“I’ve loved other women in that normal aspect…..I’ve loved them in the way that you’re comparing me to right now…..and honestly, they deserved it. Because the type of love I have for you is unlike anything I’ve felt or displayed towards anyone….and here you are wanting something different. Why can’t you be more considerate and just accept it? Why can’t you maybe fucking return it back once in a while or show some type of love that goes beyond ‘normal’?”

His words hit you deeply. Snapping your frame around to face him, you glared at him as you spoke out in high tempo, with a level of anger that you hadn’t felt in a very long time.

“What are you talking about? I love you! I’ve always loved you!” you lashed out, restricting the volume of your voice from getting too loud, yet it was indeed rising.

“Nah y/n…..you only love when I was there for you…when I was there holding your hand and comforting you because of Samuel and that stupid email he sent. I’m talking about real love…something you don’t know nothing about…you have any idea how it feels to look at something and get a feeling that they are beyond your reach? Yet you know that they are yours…that they belong to you? You have any idea what it feels like to love someone from a distance and watch them love someone else? Hmm? Do you?...I’m willing to bet you don’t…”

He spoke out with a slight side smirk….acting as if he knew the answers in regards to love. Your heart sank….you knew it wasn’t entirely his fault..yet….

“Are you kidding me? Heeseung, you obviously have no idea what you’re talking about.” You flared your hands as they dropped back down in minor defeat as you nearly began to sob in full.

“How could he say that to me?.....Does he truly not know?.....”

Smirking at you once more, all at the sight of you with the tears beginning to stream down your face, his cold and heartless words came out once more.

“You don’t…..you don’t know what it was like to watch you….dedicate yourself to someone else…being committed…loving them and cherishing them….even though they didn’t return any of it…..yet you still were so tenacious with your love for them….and I had to watch it all…..” shifting his gaze to the window behind you, then right back into your eyes, he chuckles with a closed mouth.

“Maybe you do know of the love I’m talking about….now that I just broke it down….you displayed that love towards Samuel…..didn’t you?”

Your mouth slowly gasps open in despair.

“But you never did it for me…..only until he came out with the truth and betrayed you…..and when I took the opportunity to get you for myself…that’s when you decided to return the love I have for you. I’m happy….but I’ll never forget that pain of wondering how to get you……coming up with ways and thoughts to sabatoge your relationship with him…..coming up with ways to get you for myself….i planned…I coordinated….fortunately I didn’t have to do any of that….because it all worked out….yet you’re going to sit there and just think I’m crazy and not think about the fact that it’s all because of my desire to be with you that drives me crazy….y/n…”

You shook your head slightly out of anger….you didn’t prolong the conversation any further as you felt like nothing you could say or do would make a difference.

Turning away for the last time, you leaned against the window and stared outside, by now, the girls would have already packed and left for their trip…. without you. Even h/n was joining them.

“why…just why?.....”

Seeing that you were no longer going to lash out or come up with any other response, Heeseung merely turns and heads for the door. Softly, without turning, he starts off speaking by facing the door, before turning his head to face his side profile in your direction as he finishes his words.

“I’m going to be downstairs….so we can both cool off. Think about what I said…in the meantime, stay here.”

With that, he leaves and shuts the door behind, leaving you in the room to remain as he demanded. You knew better than to try and break his command, especially with him downstairs, but more so because in the past, every single time you had tried to walk out during a heated argument, he always caught you…sometimes even before you could reach for the door.

At least he was understanding to give you some space, yet it was always in a guarded room…his room. He never let you go out…not for a walk…not for some air….not for anything. He was too controlling and restricting….all because of his ‘love’ for you.

“Fucking bullshit…”

…………………………….

Arriving downstairs and into the kitchen, Heeseung was glad that the rest of his housemates all went out for the weekend. He hated arguing, yet hated it even more if others were overhearing it.

Pouring himself a small drink of a gentleman’s liquor, he walks back over to the living room. Staring up at the open railed corridor that led to his room, he stares at the door as he takes a sip out of his glass. Licking his lips and poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue, a calm yet pissed off expression on his face, he sits the drink down on the coffee table before laying on the sofa.

“Fucking Hell….I’ll fix her after we cool down for a bit….”

Laying down and shifting his frame to sink into the cushions, he pulls down his cap slightly and forces himself to nap.

Upstairs, you decided to do the same, seeing as there was absolutely nothing for you to really do, since your phone and his laptop were both downstairs. Taking advantage of everyone being gone since yesterday, you and Heeseung had the entire frat home to yourselves. Earlier when he was studying, you had made breakfast for you both. It was shortly after breakfast ended that the argument began, where you started to feel fed up and, mistakenly leaving your phone on the kitchen island, you walked upstairs out of haste. A moment later, he came up and found you sulking in the room as you sat on the edge of the bed with your arms crossed, your head turned away, and trying to avoid speaking to him at all costs since you were already reaching an anger pitch that was bringing the worst out of you. It all went downhill from that point on.

Laying on his bed, you shift over to your side as pieces of your hair drapes over your shoulder and cheek, while the rest grazes over the pillow in a waterfall effect. With the tear streams dried, yet still evident as they left their mark on your face, you drift off, subtly sobbing once more out of frustration, feeling hopeless and defeated.

The evening shadows of night arrived as the sky turned pitch dark. Waking up in the dark atmosphere of the living room, Heeseung gets up and stretches. Taking his glass over to the kitchen to wash it out, he sees the screen of your phone brightening up from notifications of a study group you have set for next week.

“We already spend so much time apart due to classes….how could she want to go away for the weekend….away from me? She knows better than to ask that.”

Taking your phone, he views the texts of the study group. Some of the peers were female…some were male.

“I hate that…”

Still feeling a bit distasteful from the heated argument earlier, and noticing how familiar the boys in the group text were addressing and directing their messages to you, Heeseung proceeds to go into your contacts and begins to erase all the male contacts off your phone….again.

It took you nearly two days to place all those numbers back in, thank God you have a recall roster saved in your notepad, otherwise it would have been painful to go up to everyone in class asking for their numbers. Last time, he even erased the female contacts, including H/N and the girls, all due to getting mad over the April Fools prank that they encouraged you to do.

Setting your phone back down on the countertop, he was about to walk away when another notification came in. It was from h/n sending a picture of her and the girls all arriving at the hotel.

“Wish you were here with us! Miss you!”  the text read.

Scoffing, he slightly rolls his eyes.

“What the fuck-ever.”

He doesn’t deny that your friends care for you, but no one truly loves or misses you like he does. He knows that…if only you knew…if only you knew what it was like to yearn for someone so much.

Pouring himself another drink in a clean glass, he takes a sip as he browses through your phone, particularly the message between you and him. He needed to get into a better mood before confronting you again, so why not look at all the loving messages that transpired between you two?

It started to work, yet each time when he thought he was feeling better, the words he issued to you echoed in his brain. It made him think back to the moments where you weren’t his…back when you were in love with Samuel and Heesueng was continuing on his relationship with Vicky, all for the sake of using her as a means in getting closer to you.

“If only she knew…”

Perhaps it was a good idea just to leave you alone for the rest of the night, he was nowhere near a good or decent mood to talk with you. He was still so angry, and now that he was recalling his emotions before he had you, he was feeling a little emotionally frustrated. Exiting out of the chat between you and him, reaching up to click the phone screen off, something caught his eye. It was a recent text message that you had sent to yourself.

“Y/N ###”

“Huh….interesting.”

He scoffs internally as he clicked on the chat.

“Probably sent some mental notes or reminders to herself.”

He was right. All the recent and collection of texts to yourself were of reminders, notes, and scheduled group study dates that you had sent to yourself. Days, weeks, and months’ worth of them. He continues to scroll all the way up, until he reached the timeline before you two started dating, where he saw messages you sent reminding yourself to send Samuel some gifts or a text message wishing him luck on a scheduled football game at his college.

Regardless that these messages were sent way before you and he became an official pair, a couple and now, engaged, seeing the messages you sent yourself in regard to Samuel didn’t sit right with him. One by one, he begins to erase the reminders….when a particular series of messages caught his eye….noting the date and the time of each message, he pulls his own phone out and scrolls through the messages he had with you, back to the timeline that matched your self texts….. and there it was, with the date and time matching exactly with the texts you sent yourself, he finds out that the messages, were all submitted right after the discussion he had with you.

Viewing the messages all in order, he begins reading the conversation from start to finish.

It was all coming back to him...how Vicky was expressing her pity for you....because at the time, not that you weren't aware, but everyone had assumed that you were blind....they all felt sorry for you...thinking that you were in denial...that you were blindly loving a man that didn't love you back.

Not wanting you to be left alone, Vicky asked for Heeseung to check in on you. Reading the contents of her requesting message, he stumbled across a moment in time, where he had saw something within you that he has now completely forgotten, all since he had you in his life permanently....

………………….

"She did...she always had....somehow back then...I knew she was alot like me....she yearned for love...."

Continuing on, he reads the contents of the messages you and he both shared the next night...

His chest heaves, his breathing deepens when he lowers his phone and raises yours in his other hand, reading what you wrote….

“Sweet pea…tell me….what’s on your mind? “

“Hmm?”

“I know my girl, something is on our mind. Even though your mother and I just drove down here yesterday to see you for the weekend, I know when something is bothering my girl, come here, tell papa what you’re thinking about….is it about Samuel?”

“…..no…actually….Samuel and I…..I don’t know….I’ve reached out and have done all I can…but I think I lost him…..”

“And you still love him? Are you saddened by losing him?”

“No…..no not really….even though I’m still trying…I’m not in denial…I just….”

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying? What’s wrong y/n?”

“……I don’t even care if I lose Samuel…I just …I don’t know why I keep trying with him….i think it’s because…..there is a man…who I really…..i think….”

“……..do you love this man?...the one you’re talking about?”

“……………….yes………but I can’t have him….”

“why is that?”

“Because he’s my roommates boyfriend……and he’s a good man…..so he loves her dearly….although I’m not sure if she loves him back…..”

“…So you keep trying with Samuel to fill the emptiness of not having the love of the one you truly want?”

“………yes….”

“…..I see…….it’s alright y/n……everything happens for a reason���..”

“But…..does it have to hurt this bad?.....”

“It does……because it’s true love….”

“so just this once….would it be bad….would it be considered weak if I cried?......I don’t like it but…..would it be okay….to cry this one time……that wouldn’t change the fact that I’m trying to be strong?”

“no….it’s okay to cry….it’s always okay to cry……come here, come hug good ol’ pappy.”

“……I don’t want to hurt anymore…how do I make it stop?”

“You can’t…..when you truly love and yearn for someone….sometimes the only way we can relay or show them that we love them….sometimes the only way to truly love them….is from afar and through our tears……”

The weekend ended, and your parents made the 5 hour drive back to their home, leaving you to prepare for class the next morning. Doing your homework inside your room, Vicky walks in and catches your attention.

“Oh! Y/N! hey, in three weeks from now, don’t make any plans! We’re going to go to a party!”

“What party?”

“There is a newly formed frat that is throwing their welcoming party in three weeks, we’re all going, so make sure you don’t make any plans.” She smiles as she plops herself on your bed.

Chuckling, you nod.

“Okay…I’ll go.”

“Oh my gosh Y/n! You look so chic!”

“maaaaaan you are going to get some looks at this party.”

Walking with your arms looped with a fellow classmate, you and the girls all arrive at the party.

Settling in towards the back of the kitchen where the open bar was stationed, you stood off to the side as you engaged subtly in minor conversation with the girls. Vicky disappeared, and you’re certain she was with him.

Yet for a moment, you could have sworn your eyes deceived you when you saw him walking into the kitchen area, dressed casually yet somewhat fancier than his usual choice, however, his black cap remains as usual. Spotting you, he walks up and greets you as you wave and smile at him.

“Hi Ethan.”

“Y/n…..how have you been?”

“I’ve been good, how have you been doing? It’s been a while.”

Admiring you, you couldn’t see his eyes, yet he was grateful for he didn’t want you to notice how deeply he was studying your features. Reaching up with his hand, he makes a delicate closed fist and softly rests it against your cheek, using the extension of his thumb, he strokes a piece of hair that was subtly connected to the corner of your mouth. Tucking it behind another strand, he makes sure it stays in place so that he could keep admiring that face of yours….

The events of the night transpired and escalated the moment that Gabe and his friend displayed an assortment of verbal harassment towards you. Yet he was there to protect you…to save you…..to stand in between you and those terrible men…like always. The feeling rose back up again.

“……he does this…he always does this….but I can’t have him….i don’t belong to him…..”

Feeling a sense of hopelessness and the sadness of an unrequited love, you rush out. He takes notice, though him and everyone else assumed it was all due to being flushed from what you had just experienced with Gabe and his friend.

Walking back to your dorm, you received the notification that, for a moment in time, left a dent in your heart……Samuel’s email.

Making it back to your dorm, you held your sobs in until you reached your bed. Leaving your phone screen on, you fell into a symbolic state as you matched the room to reflect your emotions….all dark…with only just that little bit of light remaining…though it was barely there…..normally it was the other way around….yet….now you found yourself enveloped in the darkness that was eating you inside.

“……I want what she has so badly….but I can’t have him…..so I was willing to make it work with Samuel….i’ve tried….I’ve tried all this time…and I’ve tried so hard…..yet it was all for nothing…should I be surprised? When was the last time he contacted me? Aside from tonight with that email?.....God…I’m so desperate for the love and affection of him…that I put myself through pain and wasted affection for a man that had been lying and unfair to me for the last six months…….so now what?.....If I can’t even keep the love of someone who is unworthy……and I can’t have the love of someone who I’m more than willing to love in her place…….then who is there for me to love?.....”

Slowly, you hear the door open. Closing your eyes, you knew it was Vicky, yet you didn’t want to be approached, so you pretended to sleep. You hear her footsteps coming in closer to your bed.

“Please…Vicky…not now…..I can’t talk….just let me be alone for now….please.”

The footsteps stop right at the side of your bed. You hear her reach and grab your phone….

“Oh God…the email…..she’s going to read it….”

Seconds later, you hear the phone being placed back on your nightstand. Sitting on the edge of your bed, right beside you, you felt her hand……you smelled her scent…….you heard her breathing……

But it wasn’t her……

Opening your eyes upon recognizing the scent, the feel of his touch, and the steady faint tone in his breath, you look up and saw him…..looking at you compassionately. With a soft tone in his voice, he speaks…starting off the conversation in the night that led to the events that forever changed your life…..

“Who made you cry?”………

Placing the phones down, he leaves them in place as he starts to walk towards the stairway….

I fell by the way The reason you haven't heard from me

Just didn't want to tell you Or see me this way

Having fun with someone

With a soft hand on the rail, he trails up each step, calmly.

Circumstance, who would've guessed

Force my hand when I was homeless He just, he wouldn't understand

If you saw me Holding his hand

Breaching the door, he pauses as he stands on the other side.

I fell from your grace The reason you haven't seen me here

I just, I didn't want to tell you to your face But I left clues you couldn't refuse

Knob in his hand, he freezes for a second, before gently and quietly entering, noting the lack of sound and lighting.

Obvious, you're friends would see I knew you'd get the word eventually

There you were, soundly asleep on his bed…..and as always, you looked so damn beautiful….

I'd rather have them tell you It's just as well

The picture's gone

Walking over….stealth with soundless motion, he approaches the edge of the bed. Extending his hand out, he softly grazes his fingertips over the soft skin of your cheek. Coiling your hair around his fingers, he sits by your lying side, taking a moment to admire the face of the woman he loves….the one who unknowingly stole his heart…without even trying…

Hovering atop of you, he places his forearms on the bed, off to each side of your shifted face as he admires your side profile directly above. Resting a bit of his weight on your body, he feels you move from the sudden density that was placed on your body. Raising his hand, he moves the hair away from your cheek to full expose your profile, admiring it, he smiles softly.

Leaning in, he places a gentle and tender kiss against your cheek, trailing off to the side towards your ear before he softly breathes over your canal.

Reaching over to your breast, he pulls down the spaghetti straps of your form fitted summer dress. Placing a hand over one of your busty mounds, he caresses it while stroking his thumb over your nipple, all the while he softly licks and kisses your helix.

You moan out as you start to wake up from the slight pressure of his weight on your body, and the application of his affection on your skin.

“…hmm?...heeseung?” you softly speak out in a tiring voice.

“Shhh…come here….come here my pretty baby….”

His voice was just as soft, despite him being awake for a while now. Gently stroking his nose up and down your cheek, you shift your head to face forward towards his. You were tired and groggy, yet you were still slightly upset over the argument....until….

Propping up on his knees, he was still wearing his punk-rock attire, a zip up black hoodie that remained partially opened, paired with sporting wristbands, a pair of straight blue jeans, worn and slightly torn, a black tee displaying a rock band logo, with his black cap.

Grouping your legs together, he reaches under the hem of your mini dress and hooks his fingers under your panties, slowly and delicately sliding them off. The room was terribly dimmed with the lights being off and being nighttime, yet the glimpse of the glaring street light from across the street provided a delicate hue of illumination through the window, allowing you both to subtly make out the features of each other’s bodies and faces.

Looking up from your lying state, you watch as he gleams his eyesight from above, not at all smirking, yet he didn’t at all look angry either. He looked bewildered….as if it was the first time he saw you. With a look of extreme love and admiration, he makes direct eye contact with you with slightly wide eyes, his mouth just faintly parted open as he gulps a breath.

“Why is he looking at me that way?....Why is he doing this? Is he not mad anymore?.....”

I fell while you were away You leave a woman at home Anyone will tell you

She's gonna stray

Unsure of what was happening or why he was displaying himself as such, you gently placed your hands on his forearms, gently pushing them aside…or you tried to. He wouldn’t remove them, despite you trying to move them away. It wasn’t that you were still angry, but you weren’t in the mood to do what he was aiming to accomplish, considering that you felt he needed to….

“I’m sorry…..pretty baby……I’m sorry my girl…”

Shocked, you raised a brow and slightly widened your eyes as he softly spoke out his words. With your underwear completely off, the skirt of your dress rolled up while the neckline and straps are pulled down. The flimsy material grouped around your waist, he remains on propped knees as he unzips and feeds out his length. He felt too overwhelmed to even worry about undressing himself.

Tightening his grip on your waist, he takes his other hand and strokes his lengthy muscle, before pressing the tip up against the subtle slit in between your folds.

“Wh-Heeseung wait…” your chest raises as you were experiencing further shock from the sudden contact of him beginning to enter inside you, all the while you were still trying to process the surprising avenue of him apologizing.

He never apologizes…not for something so serious. Usually if it was something minor he would, or if it was something he sincerely felt at fault for, but when it came to his hold and possession over you, he never felt wrong for the way he displayed his love for you…unless he was apologizing for something else. The thought of him finding out your messages never crossed your mind, how would it?

With him slowly pressing in, you began to feel the pressure of the sting and the pain that transitioned beautifully into that pleasurable tingle, that knot that build’s up in your lower gut as it drives you to crave more.

Uncontrollably, your hands drop their grip on his forearms, yet remained resting on top of them.

“Ah! Oh my God….” You gasped out. The way he moved as he slid in, it was so passionate and deep. Rotating his hips, twisting, and turning with a harsh yet slow gyrating motion, he buries himself deeper as he bellows out inside you.

Once he felt that he broke through your walls perfectly, he begins to thrust…starting off slow….working his way up to a pace that caused you to, despite being in a lying state, bounce up and down against the mattress.

“I’m sorry baby…..i’m sorry…please forgive me….” He breathes out deeply in between each word, as they all came dragging out of his pursed lips in a slight moaning tone as he felt the intense pleasure of thrusting in and out of you.

“Oh! Oh God! He-Heeseung!” your body starts to shift as the pleasure was too much for you to take in at a standstill, yet he held your steady with one hand on your waist, the other looped around your thigh.

“I shouldn’t have said those things to you….”

He speeds up the pace of his thrusts.

“Please ignore everything I said to you earlier….”

With the tip hitting that spot, your eyes roll to the back of your head as your body begins to tremble.

“Ugh!......uuuuuuugh! He-Heeseung pl-please!”

“Forgive me for everything I said….I should have known better than to say those things to you.”

“Heeseung!”

“I’m so sorry……tell me you’ll forgive me.”

Increasing the pace once more, his movements become jolting as he breaches his own orgasm, all the while he keeps gasping out his words of apology while you suffer the intense pleasure of being fucked with such deep and wounding passion.

Your body vibrates as you feel the knot tightening to the point where it was going to snap itself undone.

“Hee-Heeseung! Ugh!” you gasp as you arch your back, choking out gasping moans as your hands fling and slap on the sides of the bed, you lost all control of yourself as your body reacts and does whatever it wants to on its own accord.

“Yeah baby….I’m sorry…..” with the last bit of his words, he tucks his chin in as he leans down, nearly falling on top of you, yet he catches himself so as to not place all of his weight on you so suddenly while you vibrate violently from the intense orgasm that he just gave you. He too, felt the intensity of pleasure as he cums inside you.

You scream out as you fling your hands around, your body twitching uncontrollably. Taking both your hands, he pins them above your head and keeps them there as he leans in and kisses you. You weren’t able to kiss him back as your body was issuing gasping moans from the effects of the sexual high, yet it didn’t’ matter, he continued massaging your mouth as you gasped out your screams, his grip on our wrists tightens as he maintains them to be pinned above your head.

At that moment, you didn’t care about the argument nor your feelings on the matter. He softly tells you that while he wasn’t sorry about restricting you from going, you weren’t surprised. You knew that he was never going to be sorry or change his perspective over having a hold on you. You knew the very moment he said he was sorry, that it wasn’t for not allowing you to leave….but then what was it for?

“You loved me….even before we came together….didn’t you?” he softly speaks into your mouth as each word comes in during his passionate kiss.

“What?....”

Propping his head up as he rests against his forearms, still pinning our wrists down, he looks down at you with a wide eye look of amusement and love…it was almost terrifying. Never have you seen anyone look at you the way he does….even without his Ethan side, when Heeseung felt the passion of your love and consideration returned, he developed a wide stare that displayed a hungry look of desire, lust, and love that made you question how anyone could look so…..

“Insane….”

Leaning in after he gives a soft closed smile, he whispers in our ear….

“Those messages you sent to yourself….nine months ago…” reaching up with his hand, he keeps his face still and remains in place next to your ear, while his fingers strokes your opposite cheek.

“When you were still with him….and I was still with her…..”

Your eyes widened as you immediately recall the messages he spoke of. Your breath released a deep and slow gasp.

“…..How?......How did you see those?”

“On your phone…..while I was downstairs…..”

With the tears building up in your eyes, you recall the pain you felt back then…back when you thought that you would never have the chance to belong to him...that his heart would forever be out of your reach....and you felt lost....the pain he spoke of earlier, that he experienced while loving you from afar.... yet had no idea.... that you were feeling it as well….

Yet....as fate would have it.....he came to you....

I confessed You know the rest Promises you never kept Where were you baby You overslept When you hear that prison bell, think of me You're not the only one

Your life forever changed.....and it all started with.....

"Who made you cry?"

Authors note: This song was playing when i drafted the scene where you got the email. The lyrics pretty much represent your heart and feelings towards Samuel. The beat of it and the melody fit well with the love scene, it's melodic and sensual, so i thought it was perfect for you and Heethan. <3

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Quick Thinking

MGR Chapter 8

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TW: Fights, physical violence, death mentions, minor cursing

Goldie was a quick thinker.

She could come up with a plan in a moment, and acted on it quickly. This often got her out of tight spots, especially when she needed to evade an attack during training.

Unfortunately, her plans weren’t always great, and sometimes got her deeper into trouble, and she once had to run from a junior knight that tried to kill her during dinner. (It had been a tough day.)

So as she ran ahead to punch the man with the blue hair, she hoped that this wasn’t one of those times.

As her fist collided with his face, he stumbled back, his eyes hardening. 

“So the little girl wants a fight? Well, she’ll get one.” His voice was mocking, dripping with fake sweetness and barrels of sarcasm. 

He swung his spear at her chest, but she skidded over to the right, narrowly avoiding being stabbed in the shoulder. 

She was about to send a magic blast at him, but then remembered: the Fade.

She cursed, and hit him again, pouring all her rage into the punch.

She was vaguely aware of Eloise and Lauren, who had started to fight off the soldiers that had come running towards the rest of the group, but her focus was on the man in front of her.

“Alright, the time for games is over.” The man quickly murmured something under his breath, and water rose up from the ground. She wasn’t sure where it had come from, but he was obviously a water sprite, so she didn’t question it long. Suddenly, it lifted her up against the back wall of the alleyway. She struggled against it, but it wrapped around her wrists and ankles, somehow chaining her up to the wall.

She looked over at the rest of the fight. Lauren and Eloise were holding their own pretty well, but Aaron, Elisabeth, and Marigold? Not so much. The three of them seemed to be teamed up against four soldiers, and they were cornered, just barely holding them off.

Goldie struggled to fight against her bonds (they were just water, right?), but they kept getting tighter and tighter.

And then she noticed the sprite’s face. His eyes were closed, his brow was furrowed, and his fists were clenched— the only reason he was able to keep her chained was because he was concentrating hard. And thankfully for her, Goldie was really good at breaking people’s concentration. 

“Hey! Hey you, the one with the dumb face! Why’s your face so dumb?”

It wasn’t her best insult, of course, and she was a bit worried she went a bit soft. The man didn’t seem to react, but she saw his fists clench even tighter— it was working.

“And I mean, your hair? Dude? What’s up with that? First, it’s this crazy blue color. I mean, are you, are you like some kind of tropical fish? Fish-man? Should I call you fish-man now?? Yeah, ok, fish-man, not just that, but jeez, you need some conditioner. Take care of your hair, you damn fish-man!”

The man huffed, and looked up at her. “Shut up, little girl.” 

Goldie just laughed. 

And then his eyes became even harder and colder than they already were. Another bit of water started to rise up from the ground, and she kept on laughing. “What are you going to do, splash me?”

But as it got closer and closer to her face— closer and closer to her mouth— she realized what was happening. He was going to gag her. With water.

And that would not turn out well for her.

She tossed out an insult, but the water was inches from her face, and she started to panic, she was trapped, no, no, no—

And then, she wasn’t. The water holding her to the wall dispersed, and she dropped down onto the floor. She stared at the man, face down on the stone floor, and the young princess standing above him, with a sword raised above her head. There was a moment of silence.

“Ohmygods— did, did I just kill him? I didn’t want to kill him! I just hit him with the flat end of my sword because you were all stuck and it didn’t seem good for you to be stuck and I really, really, really don’t want to have killed someone because I’m nine, and when you’re nine, you’re not supposed to kill people, right? Right? Is that something nine-year-olds do? Is that something I  have to do? Because that’s not really something I want to every do, oh gods, oh gods, oh—”

“Your highness, I don’t think he’s dead. And I’m not actually sure if nine-year-olds are supposed to kill people. We’ll have to ask the others later. But now, we need a plan.”

She glanced over at the three in the corner. They were still there, but they weren’t dead yet, so that was something.

And then, she thought of a plan. It might be stupid, but maybe, maybe, it could buy them a bit of time.

“How fast can you run?” Goldie asked, a hint of a smile on her face.

“Ummm,” Amina started, “Kinda fast? I guess?”

“Good. Now, when I say run, run with me as fast as your little child legs carry you.”

“My what—” the princess started to say, but she had no time, as Goldie quickly picked up her former attacker’s limp body, holding it up.

“Hey! You!”

A few soldiers who weren’t really doing anything stared at her, gasping when they saw their leader unconscious. 

“Yeah. You see this guy? You want him? Because I don’t think he’ll be very happy if he realizes his little group just sat by as we kidnapped him. And do you really want to see him mad?”

There was a silence in the alleyway, as even the soldiers attacking her friends stopped what they were doing.

And then, just before the soldiers became a screaming horde, Goldie shouted. “RUN!”

She took a quick look to see what was behind her. The good news was that most of the group was behind her, with Eloise helping her brother fight off one stubborn soldier, but they’d be fine. Probably.

But she couldn’t think about that right now, she had to think about the bad news— the soldiers were just a foot behind them.

Lauren ran up to her so that they were side-by-side. “What happens now?”

“No clue. Get to the boat and try not to die? And I guess use this guy as a shield.”

Lauren nodded and they kept going on. In a few minutes, they had reached the bottom of the staircase that led them to Xan Ruz’s surface. Goldie took the moment to look behind her, and sucked in a breath— they were right on their heels.

She dashed up the steps, her breath heavy, and she tried to focus on the sound of her shoes hitting the stones to calm her down. Tap, tap, tap, they went, as she ran for her life. Tap, tap, tap, they went, as she was inches from something horrible.

And then, finally, after running through the tunnel, fresh air at last. She could see the suns rising in the northwest, and she suddenly realized that she had no idea where their boat was.

Thankfully, Lauren realized this as well, and took the lead. Still carrying the man on her back, she sprinted across the field, hoping it wasn’t far.

“It’s just down here!” Lauren shouted, and she ran down a small hill. Goldie could see the coastline next to it, and on it was a small rowboat, large enough to fit everyone. Maybe.

And then, a scream pierced the air. She turned back to face it— a soldier had caught up to Elisabeth and had grabbed hold of her. 

She quickly dropped the sprite and snapped her fingers, hoping that something would happen. Marigold had said that she had been propelling them with magic until they pulled ashore, so her powers would work, right?

And then, her bow appeared in her hands, and her quiver of arrows on her back. She smirked, and pulled one out, positioning the shot just right.

With a thwish and a woosh, her arrow sailed over to the soldier, hitting them right in the forearm. They quickly let Elisabeth go, and she ran up to the rest of the group, all of them trying to get to the boat as fast as they could. 

Goldie picked up the man (she wasn’t losing her hostage yet) and sprinted down the hill so fast it felt like gravity was reaching its hands up and pulling her to the ground, and that she had no say in any of it.

And then, they had made it. Everyone was piling into the boat, and Goldie practically tossed her hostage in, shooting the soldiers when they got too close.

“Goldie, come on!” Marigold yelled, and she hopped in the boat as Lauren started to row them away.

There was a brief silence, while everyone tried to catch their breath and process what just happened. And then, Eloise spoke the thought that everyone had probably been thinking at that point.

“What the hell do we do now?”

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How to purchase the real MGR or mager solid state relay

How to purchase the real MGR or mager solid state relay

INTRODUCTION:

"We always believe that a manufacturer or company with excellent quality and service does not have any need to use the brand effect of other companies to promote and sell its products." According to customer feedback, they find some companies with confusing brand name and logos (such as meger, rriager, magar, megar, 111agar, which looks similar as mager) on e-commerce platforms, like ebay, alibaba, taobao, tmall. It has been verified that most of these companies were established after 2014, and sell products with the similar appearance and label to ours. Optimistically speaking, their existence also reflects that our products are widely recognized in the market. In order to avoid damage to our brand image, since 2017, we changed the logo from mager to MGR, and redesigned the labels and packaging of all products, and further improved the quality of our products. Although we have been using positive legal measures to protect our customers from counterfeit and shoddy products, we also hope to help our customers to keep away with these phoneys by better understand our brand and products.

Through this article, you will learn about what is our brand history? What are the purchase channels for our solid state relays? What are the characteristics of our solid state relays? How to avoid the confusing product?

You can quickly navigate to the chapters you are interested in through the Directory below, and the Quick Navigator on the right side of the browser.

1. Introduction of Our Brand

Brand Name

●   Chinese full name: 乐清市美格尔电子电器有限公司; ●   Chinese abbreviation:美格尔 ●   English full name：YUEQING MGR ELECTRONIC AND ELECTRICAL CO., LTD. ●   English abbreviation: MGR, or MAGER. ●   Other available English name：YUEQING MEIGEER ELECTRONIC ELECTRIC CO., LTD.; YUEQING MEIGEER ELECTRONIC & ELECTRIC APPLIANCES CO., LTD.; YUEQING MEIGEER ELECTRONICS AND ELECTRIC CO., LTD.; YUEQING MEIGEER ELECTRONIC APPLIANCE CO., LTD.; YUEQING MEIGEER ELECTRON ELECTRICAL CO., LTD.; YUEQING MAGER ELECTRON ELECTRICAL CO., LTD.; YUEQING MGR ELECTRON ELECTRICAL CO., LTD. According to Chinese law, English names can be changed and used at will, as long as they conform to the translation principles. Therefore, Chinese companies may have many English names in addition to the only Chinese name, and these English names vary according to the translation methods of different organizations (which also explains why we have so many English names). However, the English name cannot be officially registered in the industrial and commercial administration of China, nor is it regulated or restricted by Chinese law. Only the Chinese name enjoys all the rights of the company and the brand. Our Chinese name has never changed since it was officially registered in 2001, and we have not registered other branches. Therefore, when choosing a solid state relay, please look for our Chinese name: 乐清市美格尔电子电器有限公司 (hereinafter referred to as MGR, we, us or our). Although the production line of MGR is constantly expanding, its registered place and site have never left Yueqing City, China. (P.S. Yueqing City is a county-level city in Wenzhou City). If you meet other companies that contain meigeer, like Taiwan meigeer (twmgr), Shenzhen meigeer, Hongkong meigeer, Zhejiang meigeer, Shanghai meigeer, Wenzhou meigeer, Yueqing meigeer solid state relay, Yueqing meigeer relay, meigeer electricals (chmgr) and etc., we can tell you with certainty that they have no relationship with us.

Brand History

Since the 1990s, we have been engaged in the development and manufacture of electronic products and solid state relays. In 2001, we officially registered YUEQING MEIGEER ELECTRONIC ELECTRIC CO., LTD. and started to provide solid state relays for companies across China. In 2004, we used mager as an English trademark as products flowed into overseas markets through various foreign trade companies. In 2008, we obtained ISO9001: 2000 quality management system certification. And our headquarters moved to the Beibaixiang Industrial Park. In 2017, to avoid brand damage and better protect consumer rights, we used a more recognizable logo MGR. In 2018, MGR cooperated deeply with HUIMU Trade to provide high quality MGR solid state relays and services to the world through HUIMU Industrial. Since then, MGR officially entered the overseas market. In 2019, due to production needs, the MGR headquarters moved to the newly built MGR building, and MGR still plans to further expand the production line. So far, we have sold millions of solid state relays. And we have been widely praised by users at home and abroad due to the high quality, the extremely low failure rate of our products. In the future, we will strive for excellence and work harder to help more customers.

2. How to distinguish our solid state relays

First, let us compare our products to those confusing products. Obviously, their logo is so similar to ours, even the design of the label is exactly the same, so that it is hard to distinguish from them at first sight. Actually, most of these companies were established between 2014-2018. Therefore, we are curious about what happened in 2014 and we would like to know what led to dozens of such companies appeared in a short period of time. In order to avoid damage to the brand image and protect the rights and interests of users, from 2017, we redesigned the packaging and labeling, and further upgraded the brand image, product quality and service.

The comparison of the old and new designs is shown below. Old Package & Old Label: The Logo is "mager 美格尔";The Chinese Company Name is "美格尔电子电器有限公司"; The Origin is "MADE IN CHINA".

New Package & New Logo: The Logo is three simple and showy letters "MGR", no any Chinese in it；The Chinese Company Name is "乐清美格尔电子电器有限公司", which is our full company name; The English Company Name is "YUEQING MEIGEER ELECTRON ELECTRICAL CO., LTD."; The Origin is "MADE IN YUEQING".

On some cartons, we will print "始于2001" (which means "since 2001").

3. Where to buy our solid state relays

Official Channel

If you are in China, you can directly contact MGR. ●   Tel: 0086-0577-62875133 ●   Email: mager518@yahoo.com.cn ●   Website: www.mgr.top, www.mager.cn ●   Add: -No.306-308 Baixiang Avenue, Beibaixiang Industrial Park, Wenzhou, Zhejiang, China (MGR Factory) -No.150 Malujiao East Road, Malujiao Village Wenzhou, Zhejiang, China (MGR Office Building) ●   Online Shop: MGR has the only one Online Shop on the 1688.com, the site is: https://yqmeigeer.1688.com Except it, MGR does not have any online stores on any E-commerce platforms, such as eBay, amazon, etc.

MGR Building

If you are not in China, you can contact HUIMU Industrial. ●   Tel: 0086-0577-62698923 ●   Email: sales@huimultd.com ●   Website: -Main domain: www.huimultd.com -Subdomains: electricals.huimultd.com, electronics.huimultd.com, instruments.huimultd.com ●   Add: No.266 Liujiang Road, Wenzhou, Zhejiang, China (HUIMU Headquarter) ●   Online Shop: Although HUIMU Industrial has registered many online shops, it is only to prevent others from registering maliciously and is not used for actual operations.

HUIMU Industrial Headquarters

Third Party Channel

●   You can get our products through distributors. These excellent distributors can provide the same technical service and support as ours. ●   You can also get our products through retailers. Retailers will provide our services and support indirectly. ●   Our products will also enter the market through OEM and ODM, but these products are only subject to the supervision and management of the brand owners. We are only responsible to the brand owners, and you cannot get any help from us.

In addition, we have been looking for suitable overseas distributors, so that users can easily purchase our products locally to save freight costs and time costs brought by cross-border transportation, and enjoy timely service and technical support. If you are interested in providing our products and services in your local area, please be free to contact us.

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I want to change the culture of politics: Kamal Haasan

Tamil superstar Kamal Haasan has created a stir with his decision to join politics. On occasion of his 63rd birthday on Tuesday, the actor launched a unique app for whistleblowers. 

While addressing the media, the actor said the app was being launched keeping in mind the welfare of the people. 

In conversation with WION's Kartikeya Sharma, Kamal Haasan spoke about his decision to join politics, demonetisation, Hindutva, future of Tamil Nadu and more...  

  Q: You are a successful artist. How and when you decided to join politics?

A: 35 years back MGR asked me to join politics. Even Karunanidhi had asked me to join politics years back. But didn’t entertain the idea much but things changed 10 years back. My families too are averse to the idea of me joining politics. My family felt that people become corrupt after joining politics. Even in the film industry, I ensured that I don’t touch black money. I even suffered financial loss because of it but never compromised.    Q: Did anyone support you?

A: My daughters supported me but were afraid whether I will stop being an artist and I said how can that be possible? I said that I’m an artist and that cannot be changed. I told that artist doesn’t only mean becoming a protagonist in a film.    Q: Is there any particular issue which made you finally take the call to join politics?  

A: I have been running a welfare movement for 39 years. The idea of converting fan clubs for politics is not new in Tamil Nadu. I disbanded the fan clubs and turned them into welfare associations. Even then politics was an impediment to social service. We rubbed many people including the government the wrong way. We had to keep ourselves in good books to do our job. MGR and Karunanidhi allowed us to do the job but it changed during Jaya.    Q: Why?

A: Jaya didn’t appreciate it. She didn’t like it. She was a powerful politician. It took me a long time to understand that it was emanating from her as she disliked such voices and by the time I realised it Vishwaroopam was already in trouble.    Q: So, you were toying with the idea?

A: I had a great career going and I was thinking as to why I should rough it out.

In 2011-12, I decided to take the plunge and without hesitation, I decided to take on the government and that I believe was an act of politics. People say that I was silent when Jaya was present but I did sue the government. I did affect the government and went on to win the case against them. They again banned the film and we lost almost 60 crores by the time of release.  But I still went ahead because I felt it was the right thing to do. Later my brother said, leave it, the battle is won but I said it has just started.    Q: You are launching an app which will act as a device for whistleblowers? Are you saying that government has failed on corruption?

A: It is one part of the spectrum. It gives voice to the people. It is a platform for dialogue. It will have broad spectrum utility. It is a longwinded explanation which I will do in January. It is to get people together. It will have many versatile points of contact.   Q: The detractors would say that it can lead to civic vigilantism?

A: It is about vigil. In real life, vigilantism is a pedestrian dream to be put in practice. That is only done in films. It is about boldly talking to the government. It is within the parameters of the law.   Q: Election funding is the motherboard of corruption. How will you resolve this issue of funding? Will you also need funding?

A: Why should the fund be black. It can be neat and clean money.    Q: There is also an inducement. Look at the politics of inducement in your state. Freebies before elections?

A: They are paid Rs 2000 rupees in cash apart from freebies as most of the freebies are broken and substandard. A lot of people would say prove it but it is a fact. My argument is that because you take Rs 2000 rupees you lose the moral authority to question politicians.

He can always look back at you and say what about Rs 2000 I gave you. In the process, five years of authority gets sold for 90 paisa per day. We need to restore people’s authority and they need to participate in it.    Q: What is your vision for Tamil Nadu and where does the malice lie?

A: Unemployment is the issue but it doesn’t emerge from the government. People also need to understand. Everyone want their children to be engineers and doctors. This culture needs to end. That’s the problem. Other areas should be explored. I think after satyagraha and khadi movement, a "skill-set" movement is very important. To make India strong, a "skill-set" movement has to be strong. I’m already working on it. I want to expand it further when I go into politics.    Q: Past 40 years, Tamil politics has been divided into two poles. Is Tamil Nadu ready for a third party?

A: It is not about space but it is about intent and productive plan for people.   Q: Arvind Kejriwal met you lately. Did he ask you to join AAP?

A: He was a gentleman. He gave me three options including the choice to join them. I made it very clear as to what my intent was. It was very touching. I’m already meeting other chief ministers to educate myself. He was only exploring the possibility. Our understanding was that our pursuit is the same and that is to build the nation and hence we are tied to a common ideology.    Q: There is a debate on GST and demonetization taking place. What is your view on demonetisation?

A: The reason why I enthusiastically supported the idea was because I still feel that it is a workable idea. I don’t know how it was planned but I’m an enthusiast for the progress of the country. Like Satyamev Jayate is a beautiful idea. But how do you make satya win? It is not easy. There is a difference between an idea and its execution.   Q: Is politics losing its sense of equanimity? Artists are getting arrested over cartoons films like Mersal faced political outrage?

A: Absolutely. I don’t want to make BJP a whipping boy. The ear for dialogue is non-existent. Leave alone politician, lower level bureaucrats and policemen get affected and angry when asked questions. People abused Gandhi after the partition but he continued the dialogue. His didn’t cancel his meetings. The worst form of criticism is assassination and that too happened to Mahatma Gandhi.   Q. Culture, films and cinema are fused in Tamil Nadu. Does it make Tamil Nadu a unique state?

A: It exists in other states but maybe Tamil Nadu got the idea of using cinema as a propaganda tool from Germany. Germany proved to the world the power of propaganda and later the US also did a similar thing to counter Hitler. Tamil Nadu is unique and a forerunner.    Q: You had said that you are not an atheist but a rationalist. Please elaborate?

A: It is a name given by aastiks. I have a mindset of being rational. It is not my primary focus. For me, I have no religion or any God. A rational man would ask for certain proofs. Atheism is a name I refuse. Rational is good enough. My larger purpose is not to say where is God. There are Gods whose stars are fading. Maybe a new God would come. Look at it historically. Where is Zeus?

Q: You have been talking about a middle path. Today politics is swinging between caste equations and Hindutva? Where do you see yourself?

A: Hindutva is different. Hinduism is an umbrella under which Saivism, Vaishvanism and other forms of worship were brought together by the British. Neither Tamil literature nor Vedas record Hinduism as a sect. It is a large umbrella. You have to go to its finer points. My elder brother calls himself an atheist. He doesn’t believe in the concept. I would say that show me God. That is why I’m a rationalist. He is an atheist as he doesn’t wish for a God.    Q: National anthem is being played in cinema halls. Does its playout before films make people more patriotic?

A: It is like a commitment towards the nation. It cannot be forced upon anyone. In my time in 70s, they played the anthem in theatres and I found people casual about it as they wanted to go home or catch a bus. Never take it there. Keep it for solemn occasions.    Q: But current discourse has led to politicisation of patriotism?

A: You don’t have to remind people of it everytime. I sing national anthem with my children. In August it used to rain and I would go out in the rains with my children and sing the national anthem.    Q: Your recent remarks on Hindu terror generated a lot of controversy. What were you trying to imply?

A: It was a remark which was badly translated. I used words to describe extreme. I was talking about slow marshal and violent attitude creeping in the Hindu fold. We were a peaceful lot. I was being critical of it.    Q: Are you saying that Hindus are being radicalized?

A: Yes, and it is being facilitated by rhetoric. That’s what I was trying to criticise. To become a stronger country, we have to shun any form of violence.    Q: The rhetoric has political acceptance?

A: It is there because there is a belief that it is another way to establish Hindu hegemony. But there are other ways of showing largeness. Let us begin by showing a large heart and accommodate and let’s make it an inclusive society. I have nothing against the Hindu society. My elders believe in Sanatan Dharma. My daughters believe in God and I have to keep in mind that I don’t hurt them when I write something on the subject.    Q: Many people said that you failed to criticize someone like Zakir Naik while you were addressing the issues related to Hinduism?

A: I will criticise them also. They should not indulge in violence be it Christians or Muslims. No religion implies violence. All great books talk about love but we have become selective about them. 

Q: Did the BJP ever approach you?

A: No. But PM selected me as the ambassador of Swachh Bharat and I accepted it because I’m willing to do for any party who wants to contribute to nation building.    Q: So, you are all set for a new chapter?

A: I want to change the culture of politics. I’m not interested in taking anyone down. And people are ready too. New voters are coming of the age. I’m focused on that demography. They want change and I want to be part of it.

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me to Heethan 😭😭😭

like fr tho i would laugh soooo damm loud if i someone ever told me „you belong to me“

Siiiis let me telllllll you!

(Some spoilers if you haven’t read all the series on my blog; ‘Mermaids Tale’, ‘Double Trouble’, ‘MGR/MRE/HHP’, ‘SE7EN’, and ‘The Otherside’. )

- heethan: if this mofo was real, he would be EXACTLY like how he is drafted in all the chapters. Your everyday life will change dramatically. If you’re working or going to school, he’d tell you to quit and stop so he can take care of you and keep you in a house or apartment or whatever 24/7 under his eye. If he’s going to school or work, he’d have your set up for success with everything you possibly need so you won’t go out, and ofc he’d have a solid locking and security system at the door where he can monitor through his phone to ensure you’re not trying to escape. Not to spoil HHP but man has connections and eyes everywhere….eveb if you did manage to leave, you ain’t going far. Plus he had your identification, your passports, and all of your debit/credit cards locked up. You’re stuck. Yes he’s one of those types but it’s all in the name of love (and obsession) for his y/n. He’s also protective asf so yeah….be ready to live the sheltered life with this man (but also spoiled and him living for your happiness.)

Heelel: oh my god….this devil. Listen, it’s bad enough to have a mortal man like heethan obsessed with you and using everything in his means to keep you, but to have heelel (the devil) to be in love and obsessed with you?…..there is nothing this man does not control. Heaven and earth, don’t matter. You have absolutely no chance…none. You reside in hell and under his watchful eye ALL THE TIME. Ofc he is beautiful, he is a fallen angel and was Gods favorite, he’s not going to appear as a little red man with horns and a tail. Naw. He’s dressed fashionably in those fine suits, wears those finger clawed jewelry cuffs, switched between ash blonde to black hair, and always has that damn smirk on his face with very dark eyes that will glow red when he gets…excited. He prefers you baked so he’ll keep you in subtle chains barely dressed in transparent sashes that don’t cover much and keeps you in that pedestal so he can admire you. Licks his lips, rocks your hips, and squeeze your tits. Treats you like a prisoner but also a queen, a goddess. You are above all things and you deserve everything to be at your disposal. You are his and only his, for eternity.

Heebros: oh man…if you find it hard to get into sharing yourself with two men…this will be a hard one for you to adjust. Imagine two beautiful men, twins, being obsessed and in love with you, shelter you away, and force their love onto you by making you take them…both at the same time. And these two love the thrill of taking you anywhere and anytime. Imagine you three going to a fancy dinner and Heejeong politely tells everyone at the table “please excuse us, y/n has to use the ladies room.” And Heeseung pulls out your chair and says “I’ll aid you in escorting her.” And they drag you out into Themis grand hall and take you into the elegant bathroom where they lock it and spend an hour or two standing with you in the center and one is hitting it (hard I might add) from the back, while the other is holding you steady and rocking your hips from the front. Your dress is falling off and is just a mess from all the juices splattering and coating your legs and pelvis. After they’re done, they don’t bother to continue on with dinner, they just take you and go back home where they can give you a nice sponge bath, lick you dry, and sandwich you in the center of the bed with them spooning you, front and back.

Heeler: lord….i can’t tell what would be more scary, belonging to heelel or this serial killer. He’s rich, has good connections to support his corrupted acts, and is so hirby just by the smell of you, the moment he touches or sees you, game over. And he’s so damn twisted and unhinged. Heelel is too, but he’s the devil and can have some level of composure bc he can contain himself as an immortal but heeler? I don’t know what it could possibly be like to have a serial killer obsessed with you and feeling the need to protect you at all times after rescuing you. At least your lifestyle wouldn’t be so bad, minus the fact that this delusional fella would take you against your will to “train” you do that someday you’ll willingly give yourself to him and learn to love him the way he loves you.

Heedam: I have a soft spot for heedam yall. This man is so classy and fine, his attitude and his charisma. He’s so smooth and bc of his DNA, man has skill and talent that makes him invincible. Used to be a part of the SWAT team, adapts to water, sings a tune and hypnotizes girls, CEO of a corporation and murdered a family member to save you…and he keeps you so close to him. He sings to you all the time, and makes you sing to him. With you both having the bloodline of Poseidon and he having the line of Alexander the Great, you both are a perfect match for each other. And ofc he is going to make you bear him sobs to continue the bloodline. It’s only a matter of time. “Can you hear the ocean baby?”