#my favorite politician

[corneille-but-not-the-author]

Ready for the pain

Another day, another meeting. Faloi Frosilaen, young president of the newly formed Paper Republic, has very strictly tied days. Waking up at 5 AM, working, discussing with parlementaries, dealing with revolts, with the gigantic administration, meeting with his ministers, sometimes giving a speech to the Inkan people, thousands of them. Most of the time, he wouldn't be in bed until midnight.

It's a pretty reasonable rythm, in his opinion. It's only been one year since he took office, and all his work and dedication have been put to the organization of public elections.

A first in what was the longest contiguous monarchy of known history. An historical moment, and Faloi is very proud of it.

That's why the President, today, is of an unusual good mood. For someone mostly considered as cold and calculated, sometimes even a bit boring, it's a strange change of pace.

Today is the day he is delivering his final speech. His resignation as temporary head of state, and his candidacy as President for the coming elections. He knows his approval ratings are pretty low, but that does not seem to bother him.

When he meets Hedwig Alichenstein, Commissar for the Economy, she swears he is humming a happy tune.

When he meets Henri des Laizières, Commissar for Justice, the poor man swears his president is gently tapping his fingers on the desk.

And it's like that for the entire day. A strangely cheerful President Faloi goes to see all of his Commissars, thanking them for their service, making them promise the republic will live on.

For an entire year, the provinces have not heard much of what was happening in Ink. They are getting rowdy, and that's why Faloi insisted on doing it now. Even better, his mages will transmit the entire speech for the entire nation to hear. So that this declaration, these elections, go down in history.

At 7 PM, the future of the nation will be cemented once and for all.

And Faloi Frosilaen will have changed the course of history for the better. He will have accomplished his dreams, once and for all.

For now, he's still smiling.

It's 6 PM. The crowd has started to gather before the speech, in front of what was called for centuries the royal palace, but is now reffered to as the National Assembly for Reconstruction.

It's a one-hour long speech. From 6 PM to 7 PM, the President shall talk. For a lot of the people in the crowd, it will feel too long, maybe a bit boring. After all, who wants to listen to politics for an entire hour ? But they are curious. They want to know more.

One man sips slowly his drink, looks at where they have installed the podium. He does not join the crowd when the man appears. This blonde, tall man, who they call a president. The drinket calls him an Usurper.

Faloi walks to the podium, followed by a few guards. He feels the tension, has stopped humming, or smiling. It's time to put the nail in the monarchy's coffin. Once and for all.

The drinker watches him advance, positioning himself calmly. He waits for the President to clear his throat. His hand moves slowly to his belt, caresses the handle of a dagger.

"Dearest people, dearest Paper, thank you for listening to me this evening. I will try to be brief."

The drinker has stopped drinking. Instead, he stands up, starts to walk through the crowd. He knows the entire nation listens to this man. He knows they won't see him coming.

Faloi thought every world through, when preparing his speech. That's why the words are flowing like a river out of his mouth. He knows it by heart. Why should he worry about anything ?

It's 6:30 PM. The man with the dagger has advanced slowly towards the front of the audience, walking with a frown bad enough so that nobody would try to stop him.

Faloi has a tiny smile. His speech is almost finished. He has summarized the situation to the provinces. Told them a new governement was in charge. He has explained from where his ideas were coming. Why the people should be sovereign in a State. It's almost time to announce the elections.

The man with the dagger has a tiny smile. The speech is almost finished. He has unseathed his weapon, hid it in his cloak. It's imbued with magic.

"And as a replacement for the former monarchy, and the horrors Paper has brought upon each of us..."

The man raises slowly his dagger.

"...I present to you..."

He smiles.

"...."

Why is everyone silent ? Has he been spotted ? Nothing moves. Each second is an hour. Panicked, the former drinker decides it's all or nothing.

Faloi looks at the crowd.

One man stands from it.

He jumps. Lunges towards him. Faloi instantly understands his guards are too far to stop this man.

He does not have the time to draw his blade.

The dagger pierce his skin.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

Blood spills on the ground. The crowd screams. Faloi Frosilaen looks at the dagger, at it's wielder. He sees a big smile while the guards are seizing him, pining him to the ground.

The President doesn't feel anything except pain.

He looks at his stomach. Pierced. He looks at the blood everywhere. His. His blood.

His hands are shaking.

He leans on the podium. Coughs. One of the strikes have hit his lung.

His pink eyes look at the confused people. Those who came here to listen to him. He does not share even a second to the man who tried to murder him.

The people.

That's who he wanted to save.

He thought he was ready for the hate.

He thought he was ready for the pain.

He wasn't.

[jthm]

well im not too clever, i just adore you

[rbs appreciated!! <3]

[hamletthedane]

My neighbor just leaned across the 50ft-drop gap between our apartment balconies to hand me a 6-pack of Shiner as a bribe to finish watching Red White & Royal Blue with him and his British boyfriend (“you don’t understand - it’s ABOUT THE TWO OF US!!”), and I think snapshots of time like this are probably the meaning of life

[ourladyofomega]

January 30, 1996.

[sforzesco]

So would you say that mark Antony and Cassius are foils to each other?

oh, 100%. a good chunk of what makes them interesting to write them in scenes together is because of how they both have gladiator comparisons coupled with an interesting™ personal dynamic (hostile) with each other

this

Cassius and Brutus: The Memory of the Liberators, Elizabeth Rawson

lives in my head rent free

+ some other stuff I think about sometimes

Appian BC 4.17.133

Becoming Mark Antony: A Metabiographical Study of Characterization and Reception, Alexander James Lessie

Val. Pat. 2.72

Cassius and Antony in the East, Fabian E. Udoh

Shakespeare's Julius Caesar

Death of Caesar, Voltaire (trans. Frank J. Morlock)

[secretagentsagainstwhatever]

Your least favourite mp's least favourite mp

[duncanor]

Gotta say, people are being very annoyingly defensive over Mel when she's just as flawed as any other characters. And that's why she's so great tbh. She IS manipulative, she was greedy, she used people for her own gain. Her goal was to mold Pilltover into something greater, richer.

But that doesn't make her evil or anything. She was the fox. She was a goal achiever but also someone very kind. Someone who always seeked peace over violence.

I don't think it's bad to say she used Jayce because she did. She was the one to corrupt his dream first because it was beneficial to her. That does not mean she didn't like Jayce or was cold hearted or anything (she grew fond of him as time went on and always supported him when he needed).

Y'all be 'I support women wrongs' and then ya try to erase their flaws because otherwise 'it would be problematic'.. Good that makes it human.

[yubriamakesart]

How it started (part 1)

[fredwardrawn]

A Royal Blue, Malkuth wedding

[vinff7]

I have Drugetash AU brain worms, but they won’t fully form enough to make fics so I’m dumping them here.

Idea 1: Durge through Bhalspawn magic or normal sex could have children with Gortash and both were planning to do this. They were not going to get married, Gortash would marry someone else for political empire expansion reasons latter down the line, but Durge and Gortash had both plotted that as part of their take over the world plan they would have children together and those would be their heirs that Gortash would legitimize and just not have children with his actual wife / essentially political puppet.

This idea is courtesy of Dune, I just love the idea of Durge being a consort and Gortash promising to never touch his actual wife and only having kids with Durge.

“I swear to you now that you’ll need no title. That woman over there will be my wife and you but a concubine because this is a political thing. Yet she shall have no more of me then my name. no child of mine, nor touch, nor softness of glance, nor instant of desire.” - quote from Dune that I died thinking of Gortash saying to Durge.

Idea 2: the above is still true but this is a Tav play through so Durge fucking dies. And in this play through Durge and Gortash have known each other for a Loong time, like 10+ years and then Durge dies. Bonus angst points if Durge is pregnant and that is part of why Orin tortures them to death.

Fortunately in idea 2 land it is a Tav/Gortash fix it world so somehow Gortash doesn’t die at the end of the game and Tav has a crush on Gortash, but it’s complicated by the fact that Gortash is still getting over his recently murdered long term lover but has 0 coping skills except insisting that ‘it’s in the past, it doesn’t matter!’ And trying to plow on not even mentioning Durge to Tav if it can be helped.

Triple angst points if it follows many Tav/Gortash things I’ve seen where post Brain the two get married to maintain political stability which brings up angst from the promise Gortash made in Idea 1 about not caring about his marriage partner cuz he would have Durge, but Durge is super dead and Tav is left trying to pick up and puzzle the pieces together.

[3sbeee]

Staking my claim as a day one Gwendolyn Bouchard liker here’s some doodles I did in class because no one is drawing her

[astriiformes]

At least three

[floralcavern]

[bitchfitch]

this isn't the actual dialogue in this scene but the place holder text was too fun to leave on the cutting room floor. Also Serapis tumby.

[obituarybug]

One of my biggest life mottos is that I will never say, think or feel anything nice/positive towards a politician. They could save my fucking cat and they'd still be one of life's greatest evils

[avellanaslesbianas]

the Thing about Swain is that he’s not really that good of a leader, is just that Noxus political climate has been a living hell for centuries and he happens to be the best of the worst because he uhh--has the tiniest itty bity most minuscule bit of class conciousness (he’s a rich man AND an only child Dont Expect More) and thinks slavery and nepotism are you know,Not Great.In the Rell Q&A it is stated two times in a row that he avoids handling Masive problems Noxus has as an empire and a society in general because he will ‘’deal with that later.’’ , as he prioritizes issues that dont really fucking matter that much compared to-checks notes-  cultist running around freely,children getting exploited,Mordekaiser’s inevitable return, those same children causing havoc all across the region etc etc.

And it is funny as shit that the best Noxus can do is an unempathetic, procrastinatory,fairly off-puting,possesed (and most likely mentally ill on his own anyway),screwy asshole