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Chapter 22:【Blue Moon Rises】 submitted by MUI-Tojo to ShuumatsuNoValkyrie [link] [comments] The castle serving as the arena for Round 3 had slowly become colder than ice… For a moment, pindrop silence descended on the audience. Nothing could come close to describe the utter fear of mortals and shock of divinities. Absolute silence…and an almost morbid, irrational excitement born of reverence for the divine. Quiet, almost feverish, whispers then began to creep into the stands. The crowd, after all, had become witnesses to the raw and pure resplendence of the heavens. It was akin to the light they had seen two rounds ago, the light that had vanquished humanity’s first champion…but this light was something untamed, a shining, crystalline disaster. Bone-chillingly graceful and bright, like a sword that could cut through one’s very soul. Humans, gods, all alike were astounded as they speculated just what this new form could be. “My my.” Thoth gasped. “Ladies and gentlefolk, Tsukuyomi has done it! He has Awakened the true power that was lying dormant within him for countless millennia! What happens now is anyone’s guess, but no matter what happens, you won’t want to miss it!” Michael gripped his seat tightly, his eyes basically sparking in joy and excitement, he was happy… Elated even with his brother's success and newly gained confidence in him. “Hahaha! Little brother has finally done it! He’s finally reached those heights he strived for!” Metatron shook his head and grimaced, despite not being as close to Tsukuyomi or maybe because of it, he kept a fully clear mind despite what had just occurred. “No, Michael…it doesn’t seem like the first time he’s done this. And something about it seems…wrong...” “Brother Tsukuyomi…?” Haniel spoke quietly, clearly worried, almost frozen in place from both shock and awe. “This light…it’s so brilliant, but…” ”It is brilliant indeed… Brilliant and dangerous, for both foes and allies alike… Even Tsukuyomi himself.” Lucifer spoke, the suddenness of proclamation and somber tone of his somewhat startling three younger Angels. “What we all are witnessing now is all of Tsukuyomi’s dormant power, his true self forcefully drawn out and unleashed, regardless of his body’s ability to handle it.” “W-what?! Father… You can’t mean he’s going to break down?!” Michael cried out in both distress and worry, clenching his fists hard, his nails piercing the skin enough to draw blood. Lucifer sighed inaudibly. “Metatron was correct. He’s done this before, only once but... When he did, he devastated an entire region of Helheim, changing the surrounding climate for years to come… and ended up leaving himself on the verge of death, due to exhaustion. It’s a light that will swallow either that human, or Tsukuyomi himself…” Michael paled completely, his always focused eyes wavered. “This can’t be… I had no idea he had such destructive power within him…” Before he could continue, a strong hand gently rested on top of his head lightly ruffling his hair. “Easy now, son. I haven’t finished. What I said up until now, it seems I was wrong…” a barely visible smile appeared on Lucifer’s face. “...The power I mentioned… It appears to be just a bad memory” The rare gesture of open affection from his father caused Michael to stare blankly for a moment- before he grinned, the flame of his high spirits reignited and burning even brighter. Without another word, he turned his attention back to the battle. Izanami, meanwhile, looked almost mesmerized. Her eyes stared deeply into the pure ice. They had been filled with distress a mere few seconds ago, but now glimmered unwaveringly like those brilliant crystals, the goddess’ expression completely serene. “...He’s beautiful.” she whispered. It was the exact same light she had beheld long ago, shining with a different kind of radiance, but all too familiar nonetheless. The harsh, divine winter that descended upon the arena…was what heralded the second coming of Helheim’s moon. “This is certainly an interesting development. To think that moon would reappear in Lucifer’s son. I never expected to see it and its destruction again. He’ll be one to watch in the coming days if he survives.” Ereshkigal muttered from inside a dimly lit room, most of the light coming from the screen before her. Every part of him shone pure white, just as blinding and brilliant as on that fateful day. His entire body was blanketed in celestial, ethereal light, his skin itself surging with a gentle yet powerful glow that seemed ready to burst from his body. Tsukuyomi gritted his teeth. “This power…! I can’t…I have to control it!” Majestic wings in the shape of an angel’s, yet lustrous, sleek and elegant like moonbeams instead of feathered and grand, now extended from his back, partially covering his body, as if embracing him. Between them was a smooth and shining ring in the shape of a grand full moon. A hagoromo of ethereal moonlight flowed down his body, with both its ends also resembling divine wings. Altogether, Tsukuyomi’s new appearance seemed to be the textbook idea of an angel in the minds of humans. “Just like that.” the moon god told himself. “Keep it contained…don’t let it run wild. Master it…!” “Heh.” Crowley mused. “If there was ever a god that should’ve been a runway model…” However, it was not pure light that coated the god of the moon. It was that same ice he had invoked. The overflowing power that those crystals reflected, as if they were the surface of the moon, simply shone so bright and wild that not a single trace of them could be seen- even as they threatened to burst at any moment. He had become the terror and beauty of divinity embodied. Perpetual Cycle: Full Moon- Noble Wings of the Heavenly Eclipse Indeed, those crystals soon began to tremble, nearly to the point of cracking. The light pulsed unstably, as if roaring, threatening to devour Tsukuyomi himself. Cold sweat trickled down Wu Zetian’s temple. That, however, was the extent of her reaction to Tsukuyomi’s newfound strength and its shining, soul-freezing pressure. Her breathing was unhurried, and her eyes — the flames in them were sharper and more focused than ever before. Within this frozen world, that fire was the only thing that could still burn bright. “Hah…do you really think a little bit of cold and a lightshow can hinder me?” Zetian sneered, grinning as she remained undaunted. Despite her bravado, though, the Empress was more on guard than ever before. Zetian observed her opponent, who was remaining unexpectedly passive despite his surging power, and analyzed her options. It was clear this power was still new to Tsukuyomi, but she still couldn’t approach that blooming frost with so many unknowns- if she did, she’d likely meet a swift and icy end. But if she stayed on the defensive now, and allowed him to fully gather and harness his new power, he’d likely overwhelm her from a distance with his raw destructive potential and superior range, shutting out her martial arts entirely. His light was still unstable, wavering slightly. Vulnerable so long as it remained unmastered. As much of a risk as it was, offense was the only path she could take. As she prepared herself to lunge, however, an overwhelming light lingered in the air before rescinding back towards the quivering Tsukuyomi. It was absorbed into the abyssal radiance of his wings, and shone with unparalleled intensity, somehow brighter every second, causing frost to coat the castle walls and floor. Tsukuyomi took a deep breath and looked her in the eyes, his wings pulsing with untamed divinity. “No more hesitating. I can do this,” he told himself in his mind. Wind, ice, and light began to swirl around his wings and guide them into a focused shape, concentrating their unchecked power as if sharpening a blade. Then, they began to truly shine. Pure radiance and pressure emanated from those crystalline wings at once, growing only brighter and stronger with every second. At that moment, Zetian’s tactical mind, pure battle instinct, sense for danger, and pure unconscious human reflex, each honed to their absolute peak, screamed at her all at once to do a single thing. A simple yet incredibly vital directive for all living species. It was the exact opposite of her strategy a moment prior. Run. The Empress didn’t question herself for a second. Focusing all her energy into her legs, she sprung right towards the doors, just as Tsukuyomi’s light erupted into a pillar of brilliant cold. The walls, the banners and snuffed-out torches hanging from them, the ground and ceiling, all things were swallowed by freezing light and a creeping layer of frost. Zetian continued to run without even looking at the frigid hell forming behind her. A single moment of hesitation would mean death. She ran like she never had before, leaping towards the door as that white calamity began to close in. It was a desperate attempt. An escape for the sake of survival alone, an instinct that the Empress had often relied on long ago, when she had nothing at all but her speed, wit, and determination. She leaped towards the castle gates… …And a towering geyser of bright blue light erupted, consuming the arena’s center. Like the petals of falling snow blossoms, the ice-covered castle began to slowly fall from its branches. The towering structure froze. It began to crumble and shatter further into oblivion, the fragments of blessed stone that composed it falling apart like scraps of shredded paper that never touched the ground. Frostbitten flakes of ice scattered across the glorious masonry as the blizzard eroded down the overbearing castle walls. It had stood strong and unshaken all match, and now, with a single earth-shaking burst of freezing light, it had been reduced to countless crystals in the wind. Even the audience, entirely safe behind their barrier, could feel the sheer pressure and cold from its destruction. Haniel let out a slight gasp. Next to her, Michael smiled and pumped both his fists. “Incredible! It’s as dangerous as you assumed, Metatron…but it’s still nothing but incredible!” Even Metatron couldn’t help but smile slightly in excitement, despite the concern visible on his face. “My word.” Thoth gasped. “Such hideous destruction, but such beautiful light!” “I know what that feels like.” Crowley replied, hanging his head. “It’s magnificent…!” declared Qin, grimacing slightly. “But it’ll take more than that to make an Empress falter…” “So this is the true strength of that moon. No wonder that part of Helheim is a spot where not even demons go.” Ereshkigal commented. “Oh my, how impressive,” Amaterasu mused with her usual smile. “Was this within your expectations, father?” “This…this is madness! He may be one of Lucifer’s, but he bears that woman’s tainted blood as well!” Izanagi cried out. The elder god was trembling from pure shock. “Such divine power shouldn’t even exist within him!” “HAH! This is amazing, no… it’s beautiful!” Moros exclaimed, the doom deity was shaking with excitement watching what was happening before him, “Now this is what I have been waiting for!” “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?” Shouted Legion, completely taken aback by the sheer power of the blast. “This Legion… Is the Divine Wrath. Cruel, ruthless and mindlessly destroying everything that surrounds it. Yes, How truly… Divine.” Solomon responded, his usually calm tone held a tune of mockery in it. Take-Mikazuchi observed the destruction from nearby, a single hand resting on her sword as she grit her teeth. Having crossed blades with Tsukuyomi in the past, and having witnessed his light more than once during those spars, she began to think that the battle was beginning to spiral out of the moon god’s control. Despite almost none knowing of the destruction it had wrought in Helheim long ago. Yet even the untrained eye could tell it was unstable, close to wrecking a similar havoc as it had back then on the Ragnarok arena. Mikazuchi sighed and took out a magical communicator. “Hey. Aren’t we going to do something about this?” she asked, her tone slightly sharp as usual. The voice of the greatest angel answered her promptly. His voice was cool and unperturbed, as if it were barely a concern. “No. This is not my place to intervene… I trust my son to control this power, I will not trample on his resolve… It’s… his battle to fight and win.” Lucifer made a decision despite obvious concern about his son's well-being. Even as the blast itself faded, the blizzard it had created remained, leaving the arena and its warriors engulfed in swirling ice and wind- yet still visible to the audience. Tsukuyomi stood tall in the center with his eyes slightly widened, even as his stance remained firm and strong. The sheer power of the attack had blown away even his own expectations. Along with the frost seeping onto her skin, a feeling of danger wedged into Wu Zetian’s heart, ringing alarms in her mind. The right side of her body was almost completely encrusted with Tsukyuomi’s heavenly ice. The ice on her cheek made it hard to blink as her eyes twitched in pain. Visible frost exited Tsukuyomi’s lips as he exhaled, drifting up into the sky like smoke from how fine the snowflakes were. His eyes fluttered open, and the young god met an ice-scorned field splayed out before him— The castle was completely obliterated. Tsukuyomi felt his own eyes widen at the empty arena. Snow—no— the remnants of the castle covered the ground, turned completely into ashes of ice. It was everywhere. The frost had climbed up the arena walls, sparks of ice lingering in the air. Only one place was left where it did not remain, on a plane of land behind Wu Zetian, in place of her shadow. And on the walls… Tsukuyomi braced himself for the scorning comments, the incessant judgment. However, the next words he heard broke him out of the winter-like trance he had locked himself in— “Pretty.” Haniel uttered, voice filled with admiration. And it did not stop with just that. Michael was cheering boisterously. Metatron rained down praise. The gods all cheered in awe, and the humans were left amazed. Tsukuyomi’s heart trembled as instead of judgment, praise upon praise rushed down from the audiences at him. He squeezed his hand. Even though he stood in the center of this cold wonderland, he had never felt so warm inside, with so many gazing upon him. And that warmth was what gave him the resolve to wield the cold light within him. As his mind settled, the blizzard began to slowly calm itself as well. “That’s right…it won’t be like last time.” The god of the moon whispered to himself. “I understand what this is now. This form…is everything that I am. And everything that I’ve mastered.” Tsukuyomi took a single deep breath and closed his eyes. Gentle yet unwavering, slowly turning his thoughts and will into graceful steel, the moon god slowly began to loosen both his body and mind. His wings began to refine themselves from a blizzard of snow into wafer-thin sheets of ice. The frost that exited his mouth gathered above his head and formed itself into a halo shaped like two crescent moons fused together. The power flowed around him, through him, and back into him where it belonged. It was his alone to master, to wield. He would never forget that again. The unstable light coalesced entirely into his body, and when it did, he spread his wings wider than before. His form was now entirely graceful, the wicked blade of his power honed into a truly refined and sacred beauty. A beauty he himself could feel within him. Tsukuyomi then slowly opened his eyes. Their determined glare was now filled with white, clear and focused moonlight. A moonlight that shone like the stars in the night sky, brighter than anything else adorning him. Now, he could truly fight at his fullest. https://preview.redd.it/ddb9omujst4d1.png?width=1023&format=png&auto=webp&s=6dc1c5a708a89c18837898bb6c3cf54ce263e2dc “Hey… you bas..tard…!” A shaky voice shattered Tsukuyomi’s momentary stupor. He looked towards her, now so much smaller in the distance from how far he had pushed her back. Zetian’s body had been ravaged by the icy blast. The Empress was barely standing on her legs, despite her stance remaining as strong as it could be and eyes burning with infernal flames. Ice coated her right arm, reducing it to frozen dead weight, and her right leg, torso, and even her face were blanketed in deadly frost that seemed to eat away at her body itself. Her left side hadn’t been spared either, although not as violently, it too had been enveloped by frozen crystal. The scabbard, still locked in her hand, was also covered in a light dusting of frost, but somehow that only served to enhance its beauty, rather than conceal it. “You want to admit now.. That you held back so much this entire time…..?” Her voice suddenly turned ravenous, like she was being eaten alive by rage: “You dare to look down on me? Who the fuck do you think I am?!” Snarling like a caged beast, Zetian stepped forth, putting her whole body into her advance. And as she did, she began to forcibly shatter the ice coating her right arm, along with the other larger and more solidified crystals that covered her. She would overcome this too. No ice was cold enough to extinguish her flame, too hard for her will to shatter. Like always, she would overcome. A small hint of despondence glossed over the moon god’s eyes. “That’s not it at all, Lady Zetian.” He looked around at the surrounding arena floor, seeing the ice crystals covering a big portion of it. “This power… I can’t quite control it yet… It is still beyond me.” Her nose flared. Wu Zetian dropped out of her defensive stance and pushed her chest forward with an aggressive confidence, “Whatever! Bring it-” “As you wish…” The sound of fingers snapping echoed through the battlefield, alerting Zetian. The god of the moon seemed to be focusing, his face strained as he spread his divine light into the air around him. The disc on his back shone bright. “I couldn’t use this before…” Tsukuyomi though. “But now that I have this control…” The air now shone like Tsukuyomi’s angelic body did. Behind him, multiple bright, streamlined swords of moonlight began to manifest. They hung cold and imposing in the air like heavenly icicles. Beautiful as they were, it was clear to Zetian that they were deadly- more akin to lightning bolts from the heavens than blades of ice. Cold Embrace of the Night: Glittering Starlight “Wonderful!” Michael declared. “Manifesting all of those blades at once…Tsukuyomi, you’re truly magnificent!” Adjusting his glasses as the light shone into them, Metatron nodded. “Indeed. And I must say…it’s a rather beautiful spectacle as well.” agreed the voice of the heavens. Haniel continued watching, mesmerized by said spectacle, which had begun to illuminate the arena even further. “The energy and control needed to form them…it shouldn’t be possible!” Izanagi cried out. “He could barely harness that blast a few moments ago! He should be exhausted!” Amaterasu just smiled and looked closer, her eyes looking even more radiant as they reflected the “stars”. “This isn’t good…!” Gaozong muttered, seeing his Empress now faced with such a deadly wall. He observed her movements closely. While he had no idea at all just what she could do against this, he knew one thing more than anyone else- when Zetian won, it was in a way that none, he included, had even imagined. The path forward was hers alone to find. Zetian reacted immediately and leapt backward to gain more distance from the blades. She had to be more cautious than ever- charging in without knowing their speed and rate of fire would be suicide. At least from this range, they’d have to travel farther to reach her, assuming Tsukuyomi remained in place like he had so far. The Empress gritted her teeth. Having fully spread his wings of light, the gentle moon god now seemed like an insurmountable wall. The ‘stars’ shone harshly behind him and illuminated the arena. She knew each of those countless blades alone could be her end, even when he hadn’t fired a single one. His mere presence was shutting down all her attempts to enter melee combat, each radiant attack an avalanche, and his icy wrath seemed to only get stronger and more focused with every second, while her mortal body slowly wore away at the same pace. She had to adapt and act as soon as possible. “Mammon…!” Zetian internally barked. She clenched her fists and tensed her muscles, as her eyes began to glow even brighter, a trail of blood escaping her nostrils, to the point that the light seemed to spread across her body itself. “Oh my! Quite a troubling situation you’re in. Kukuku… I get it. Try not to collapse… Too quickly…” the demon replied with a hint of twisted, petty satisfaction. Tsukuyomi snapped his fingers again, and at the moon god’s command, those wicked and graceful blades shot forward at Zetian in quick succession, faster and more smoothly than before. They moved straight and true with blinding speed, blurs of destructive light all directed to destroy a single foe- but she was ready for them. With even more demonic power flowing through her veins, Zetian sprung forward, evading each of them by a hair as she advanced, the blades shattering as they missed their target and flew into the ground where the empress had just been. She stepped out of the way of one blade, predicted where another would fire, and rushed past it as it did. Leapt upwards to dodge a surprise shot, before diving back to the ground to evade a barrage. Sidestepping and dashing forth, calculating where to go and how to move to maximize her chances at evasion, and calling upon every movement technique in her martial arsenal, the Empress’ mind was working more intensely than ever. Despite her dynamism, it was a slow advance. The strain of her demonic power had returned as well- which was no surprise to her. She’d already gone beyond its maximum output, done the impossible just to survive against the cold. The cold intensified with every inch she was able to win, and the blades were getting dangerously close to truly piercing her. But she didn’t falter for a second. The cold, the pain and weight of the ice…none of it mattered. He was running out of blades. She was getting closer to him. All that mattered now was bridging that remaining gap and crushing her opponent head on. Angling her body to evade two more blades of moonlight while keeping the momentum of her head-on rush, Zetian glared burning daggers at Tsukuyomi, who was now almost right in front of her. Her next move held life and death in its hands, and she knew it. She had to move decisively. Zetian focused all her energy into her legs… …And leapt backward once again, springing to the side in a burst of power, as Tsukuyomi manifested an elegant sword of moonlight, this one made for him to wield himself. He raised it above his head in a similarly graceful, familiar stance. “I wonder just how much stronger this will be…” He swung it down firmly without hesitation, and as he did, a shining crescent of pure divine power came flying from his blade. This time, it was a blade that struck true and absolute. One that threatened to slash, freeze, and consume any in its way at once. The crescent-shaped destruction soared towards Zetian, with explosive speed and power that tore apart the air in its path. Even Tsukuyomi seemed surprised as he stepped backwards, witnessing what his technique had bloomed into. New Perpetual Cycle: Radiant Crescent Moon Evasion was Zetian’s only option. Any form of direct defense would be futile. She grimaced as that violent crescent light flew past her, once again having been forced to trade the initiative for her life. She knew it was the right move. But it was one she was far from satisfied with. “Fuck…I’m not getting anywhere with this! It’s impossible to get close to this bastard!” She thought, keeping her mind focused despite her frustration. “But I can’t keep my distance either, or I’ll just be letting him throw those damned swords over and over!” However, as she landed on her feet, Zetian’s grimace turned into a pained one, her eyes widening. Their fire seemed to flicker for the briefest moment. Tsukuyomi’s remaining four blades had been lying in wait, ready to take advantage of her surprise and lessened mobility with a barrage. Zetian reacted just as quickly as before- but this time, the shining swords found their mark. One of them dug into her right cheek, nearly claiming her eye. Two more blades nicked her torso, while the last grazed her leg, nearly slicing it. “Empress!” cried out Li Zhen. His jaw tightened along with his grip on the railing, as he observed the effects of Tsukuyomi’s barrage. A layer of frost had bloomed and covered the affected areas almost immediately. As thin and light as the ice appeared, it felt as heavy as gravity itself, freezing Zetian to the bone with an agony both numbing and sharp. And that bitter chill seemed to bite into her spirit as well, that flame flickering more and more. The Empress’ proud, strong and upright form began to quiver. But she had to keep fighting. She looked up towards Tsukuyomi to read his next move…and as she did, a cold sweat ran down her face. Tsukuyomi snapped his fingers yet again. Another multitude of luminous blades, just as overwhelming and sharp as the ones he had just exhausted, took form behind him and glowed dangerously. This time, they’d manifested nearly instantly. It was as if the world itself was looking down on Zetian, hammering in the utter futility of all her efforts. The heavens above her, now filled with a wall of deadly stars, seemed thousands of lightyears away. It was truly pathetic. Even after she’d battled valiantly, struggled in desperation, bled so much blood and fire…that throne in the sky was still eternally out of her reach- and already taken. After so many decades, that demonic flame she held was beginning to waver. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck…! What should I do?!” Zetian thought. Her thoughts raced chaotically through her head like a river of fire. Everything was painful. Her flame, so bright and focused, was beginning to lose its form in the cold. “Vermillion Bird’s Peck? No, I can’t get close enough to stun him! Black Tortoise’s Shell…fuck off, that won’t work! Dragon’s Might…useless, dammit! I can’t dodge forever…I can’t go in…so what the hell do I do, dammit?! I can’t lose-” “Calm yourself. You are better than this, aren’t you?” “Oi! What are you doing in my head?!” Zetian questioned. This voice wasn’t Mammon’s sickly sweet. It was deep and smooth, speaking with a calmness born of wisdom and authority of a ruler. A voice she instantly recognized as Solomon’s. As she replied, she just barely managed to evade another flying blade, stepping to the side and angling her upper body in the same direction. “Your soul belongs to me, as per the terms of the Goetia pact. It’s a contract, after all. But that’s unimportant at the moment. Just a few moments ago, you achieved something truly splendid, most impressive indeed…” Solomon’s voice held a rare tune to it, respect, one could even find a hint of admiration. “...Yet now, you are allowing all of it to go to waste by hesitating and letting doubt reign over yourself” But soon it changed to colder with hints of disappointment. “...” Zetian’s voice was oddly reserved, perhaps even meek, dodging two more blades with a look of confusion. “What do you…?” “Your greed achieved you a perfect synchronization with Mammon, your Goetia evolved. It, frankly speaking, surprised me, which is rare… Extremely rare. I didn’t deem it possible for anyone, aside from myself of course, to be able to reach that level… So, in that regard, you truly are exceptional, unparalleled even.” “I…” Solomon’s words were both true and genuine. Just as Li Zhen’s had been all the way back then, only without the coercion behind them. Praise for praise’s sake. It was a feeling she wasn’t used to, one that robbed her of words- but it wasn’t a bad feeling. “Pay attention to your foe and the battlefield, just as you always do. Can you see it?” Sweat ran down Tsukuyomi’s head, despite the cold. The barrages had slowed down despite all the swords at his disposal. Zetian’s lips curved slightly upward. “...Heh…you’re right. He’s gotten slower. Seems like using that damn form comes at a heavy price.” “Excellent. Now, Wu Zetian…fight. Win. If not for me, your nation, or even your humanity…then for yourself. Show every scum who ever dared to doubt or thought less of you the countless ordeals you faced and overcame, the burning will that allowed you to win all of China, stand where you are now and challenge the very gods! Show them everything you are! Prove! Them! Wrong!” It wasn’t just Solomon's voice that resounded through the Empress’ mind. The cheers of the audience, kings and peasants from across the world, from her China and its past and future, all flowed into her. Fellow emperors, foes and rivals, allies and subjects…it was everything at once. And every single one of them was supporting her. “Don’t back down, Empress! Victory will be yours!” yelled a merchant from Luoyang. “You killed me and my brothers, damnit, so you’d better kill that moon bastard too!” cried out one of her court rivals. “EMPRESS! EMPRESS! EMPRESS!” her royal guards all chanted in unison, the guards who had laid their lives down for her. “This is far from over! Go forth and show them the might of an Empress!” Qin declared. “Go, my Empress! You conquered all of China- this is just another victory to claim!“ Li Zhen shouted loudly. “Zetian…don’t give up! Fight and win as you always have! I believe in you!” Gaozong yelled. “Yeah, right, whatever…” Zetian muttered, unable to stop her expression from curving further, vigor returning to her movements as she dashed past yet another few blades. The fire in her eyes sparked…and then surged in an instant, a wildfire burning brighter than ever, so bright that it was blinding. Like a majestic phoenix, the Empress’ fighting spirit had been reborn in fire. Zetian grinned ferociously. “It’s pointless to keep the distance, and lethal to close it.” she thought. “In that case, I’ll just…” Zetian charged right at the god of the moon in an explosive, lunging, hungering dash. She knew it was dangerous, foolish even. Fearlessness was often a prelude to death. Yet where others saw an inevitable checkmate…Zetian saw a game that wasn’t over yet. She played to win. So if her foe was a blizzard, a night in an icy hell with no dawn or shelter in sight, then all she had to do was keep walking through that hell, step by agonizing step. Keep her flame burning bright. And… “...Keep trying to break through ‘till the end! I’ve never won anything without dancing with death, after all!” Another barrage flew past her. They were too fast to truly predict, but not fast enough to outpace her pure instinct. Her body and mind had gotten used to their speed. The way they moved as well, and where they would usually aim. And lastly, how often they’d shoot forth to try and claim her life- so she was more than aware that their fire rate had slowed down further. There was no better time to turn the battle around. Zetian dodged each blade by a hair, moving with both grace and energy, the constant last-minute dodges throwing off Tsukuyomi’s momentum further. Every time, he thought he’d finally snuffed her out, and every time, she’d spring to life, continuing to close the distance. She was an uncontrolled flame that refused to be extinguished. The sole burning rebel against the heavenly law of cold that governed the arena. “This is pointless…!” Tsukuyomi spoke, a frown on his face. His foe was likely in unbearable pain. She faced an insurmountable, angelic foe. And yet, she continued to charge forth, even as his wicked frost made her certain death more and more agonizing. “Why continue to suffer? You’ve done more than enough!” “If you’ve got that look in your eye…you should know why more than anyone, asshole!” Zetian snarled back, still grinning. As if acknowledging her resolve, Tsukuyomi silently summoned another row of blades, and gripped his own sword tight in that same counter-stance he’d repelled her with earlier. His eyes were as sharp as Zetian’s, at the absolute peak of their focus to find any and all weaknesses, as the Empress’ mad dash finally brought her into melee range… …And in that moment, those razor-sharp eyes met, hellfire and moonlight coming face to face for a single brilliant moment. Eyes that shone unwavering in the darkness. Eyes that beheld the heavens, now unclouded, and saw a place they could one day reach. Eyes of pure burning radiance that defied the universe and all of its laws. Eyes that saw the future. That moment ended as quickly as it had begun. They both moved at the same time, ready to begin the next life-or-death exchange. As she angled her body low to charge right in, Zetian immediately noticed that her opponent’s guard was wavering. His blade seemed heavier than it had before. Was he faltering- or was he allowing her to believe that as she entered his striking range? How would he defend? Tsukuyomi held his blade with conviction as well, observing Zetian’s movements. He had to be ready to counter anything. Did she have another technique up her sleeve? What approach would she use? Could he react? Could he counter it? The world seemed frozen in time. Every miniscule moment could be the flash of steel or light that ended her. Every movement could be the one that pulverized him. But none of those questions mattered to them. Time moved forward, and the two instantly made their moves without hesitation… Because there was only one way to find out. |
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2024.06.05 23:37 ilmago75 Hungary - Prague Opening
Hungary (Screenshot 1) is an often overlooked faction in Medieval Total War 2 - largely because their truly awful faction colour. But their Eastern European style cavalry archers and the relative ease they can set up their first early chivalric units to complement them, and their semi-open starting position actually make them a really fun faction to play. submitted by ilmago75 to Medieval2TotalWar [link] [comments] I wrote up a little guide on them for those who might want to try them and get a stable start to their game. The following steps are all based on vh/vh difficulty and are purely strategic (all battles are wins on auto-resolve, obviously good human players can do much better, but these steps are optimised for the autoresolve-minimum). You are advised to avoid relying on auto-resolve with Hungary however, as cavalry archers do legendary poorly in auto-resolved battles. Hungary starts with only two settlements (the capital Budapest and the castle of Bran), but both have good potential and some room to quickly expand to. (Screenshot 2) To the north, they have their buddies the Poles, also relative newcomers to the feudal (and Christian) game, sitting north of the fertile Carpathian Basin. They share a similar geostrategic situation and are natural allies both historically and in-game. To the west, the Germans, who in the previous century brought Hungary's Viking like (but mounted) raids into the heart of the continent to a halt. The HRE is strong, and will go stronger, but in the early game they are going to be busy solidifying their borders all around, so they will be relieved to ally with the annoying Magyars instead of having to deal with them as well. To the southwest, Venice. No need to introduce Venice, “trustworthy as Venice” - said no MTW2 player ever. They are coming for the Balkans, no matter what, embrace for an eventual backstab. Their starting armies are strong and they have access to Mailed Knights straight away from Ragusa, so rushing into them hastily is not a very good idea. To the south, Fake Rome, of the Eastern flavour. A mighty empire still, caution is required. To the East, well, room for expansion mostly, though apart from Kyiv, nothing of much interest. Since the Mongols might well arrive from that direction (Sarkel, if they take the northern route, around turn 70-80), Kyiv is key to hold the eastern hordes (khm, khm) at the river chokepoints (Screenshot 3). It also has a potential to become a very lucrative city in a future line of Black Sea ports (Screenshot 4). So Hungary, if they manage to maintain good relations with their Catholic neighbours, generally enjoy a good starting location to launch massive attacks and crusades against the infidels of the East (including those purple fake-Romans who are also Christians, but clearly the wrong way). This opening strategy will address these geopolitical directives with opening moves to solidify the kingdom first. TURN 1 The first move us for our good king, László the Honourable, (Screenshot 5). We are targeting Zagreb, in Northern Croatia, and trying to beat the Venetians to it. The Venetians, to the southeast of our lands, are infamous backstabbers and they are stubbornly eastbound, they want Zagreb and will come after it. We have 3 turns to get there and besiege it before those pesky Venetians do, so theres no time (moves) to waste. King László thus marches with the entire Budapest garrison across the Danube and the reserve troops southeast of Budapest join him there. Princess Pioska (misspelled Piroska) heads straight towards Vienna. She will get there in Turn 2. Life in our enlightened modern era is now feudal, princesses are assets, use (monetize) them. Meanwhile, Prince Kálmán (Screenshot 6) moves from Bran to right under that corner of the Carpathian Mountains - so Bucharest becomes visible from there and still reachable in the same turn. Before he strikes, he can hire a nice batch of mercenaries there, which is advisable, as he's going to go further south. It’s a straight win even on auto-resolve, we have conquered our first village before the end of the first turn, yay. (Screenshot 7) Our third starting (non-family yet) general, István (Screenshot 8) heads towards Iasi in the northeast, this is going to be Hungary's first rewarded mission anyway, he will reach it Turn 2. There are no mercenaries to hire there, so we immediately build a unit of Hungarian Nobles and two Magyar Cavalry in Bran to back him up, the battle is going to be winnable without them, but with them, it is, again, auto-resolve proof. Our cardinal Ulászló moves with him as converting Iasi is often the first Papal mission for Hungary (and Iasi is low on Christian faith so that is going to help our cardinal as well, he is younger than Pope Gregory, a potential future preferatus, mind). Moving up north our spy will spot Princess Agnes of Poland. (Screenshot 9) She's heading our way (in all saves if spotted, if unspotted she might not come out FoW ever). Proper wife material, and key to our alliance plans with our Polish buddies. They might very well stick with us all game long, super-reliable faction. Now just put Budapest and Buchurest taxes to very low (for that crucial early population growth, (Kálmán there can risk a turn and his chivalry adds to growth), build the first farm upgrade in both Budapest and Bran (I know, lots of Bs), and a Wooden Palisade in Bucharest (Again a B. And that awful colour!) Training wise a Diplomat is a MUST, cavalry in Bran (all three) is only if you are uncomfortable to go into battle with what István has with him. End turn. TURN 2 Send the cavalry from Bran after István, they will arrive in Turn 3 (Screenshot 10). Move Prince Kálmán towards Sophia, and follow him with the army, they can rejoin and besiege it in Turn 3 as well (Screenshot 11). Pioska can now talk to Vienna. Leopold will either accept the deal (Screenshot 12) or counter with the same but with slightly less money immediately (vh campaign difficulty). That's a strong tie with the Schwartzgelb fake-Romans, and it should secure our western border for a while. And, well, it's money. The sinews of war ARE money. Iasi is again an auto-resolve proof battle (Screenshot 13) if you have sent the cavalry reinforcements, that is. And we can meet Agnes of Poland with our new Diplomat and offer the same deal for her to marry Prince Kálmán, securing the North with a firm ally as well (Screenshot 14). That's our Western and Northern Catholic neighbours allied and bound by marriage, plus a hefty sum of money that will allow us to develop out lands. This turn Iasi (convert to town) and Zagreb (Wooden Palisade), very low taxes both. Another Diplomat in Budapest - they will return the investment quick. Zagreb is also an auto-resolve proof battle, this time even without the available mercenaries (Screenshot 15). Now at the end of Turn 2, we control 5 regions, we have 3 moving armies and two safe borders out of the four. TURN 3 Our second Budapest Diplomat, as well as our first, starts their journey into Northern Italy (to contact Venice and after that, the Pope, Sicily, Milan and whoever makes it there from the West). The mountain pass might have Venetians or Rebels closing it off, in that case the eastern Diplomat will turn south for the Sava river crossing where King László has just marched. (Screenshot 16). Build another Diplomat in Budapest. And another until you have 6-8. Diplomacy is important. And the next farm level upgrade, plus roads or farm upgrades where possible. Turn every castle but Bran to towns first thing. Then roads, then farms. All with very low taxes as long as you can finance that. You'll thank me later. Prince Kálmán is now besieging Sophia and it will take 4-5 turns to fall. No mercenaries to hire, no reinforcements around, but he can actually afford to just sit it out, and we have reached the purple fake-Roman border anyway, we're not in a hurry to clash with them either. This is going to be our southern border town for a while. István, having taken Iasi, is a bit of a free agent now. His troops are not (or barely) enough to rush Kyiv, we have no contact with the Pope to call a crusade on nearby Vilnius yet, so the best we can do is to rush him across the land southwest to be around when Venice or Purple Fake-Rome hits or all hell breaks loose in Italy, which is normal there, so it will eventually happen. And the we have come to a point to explain why this opening is named (by humble me) the Prague Opening. All these moves aimed to quickly spread out and grow towards the least resistance so far. This is generally considered to be good practice in the early game, grab everything you can from the Rebels before someone else does, and stay safe while you are doing it. But it is of course all about geostrategy (and money) from the beginning to the end. This so far looks like a Zagreb Opening, we turned south. If we didn't, Zagreb would have went to Venice, 100% sure. But going straight for it means that we are in time to get Prague as well. Moving our spy West and spotting Prague we will see two weak HRE armies moving north and south of Prague, but they never unite to besiege it yet. We have until turn 7-9 to do so ourselves and blitzing Zagreb allows us to march King László and his cavalry (only, infantry is too slow, we'll get the mercenaries up north), to Prague. Note that we must not take the suggested path (or we would get bogged down in Viennas control of area), but the one West to the Vienna forest and the Danube River crossing above it. It will still take 4-5 turns but that is (just) enough. The armies there (with the available mercenaries) will not be enough to storm it, but the siege can be reinforced or sat out, Prague is well worth the bother. (Screenshot 19). Once these are done I normally just sit out a bit, develop the economy, keep moving the Diplomats making alliances and hunting down princesses, cashing out and saving up the 16-20k it takes to buy Vienna from the by-then likely broke Schwartzgelb fake-Romans. That's a core set of regions that can grow citadels quickly (turn Budapest once it reaches Minor City) and choose the history of your choice, you're all set up for doing well in epic wars. Campaigns into Northern Italy (Screenshot 18), to the Baltic coast (Screenshot 19) can be built immediately around this opening (Screenshot 20), and it is stable and big enough to just strengthen the army even more and take on one of the larger neighbours on our own. |
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2024.06.05 23:14 ranc1 Social anxiety as rollercoaster (III) - wagons
The way I see social anxiety is through the lens of complex trauma (CPTSD). There are people who claim that it may be genetic, and I would agree that HSP component is there - HOWEVER what I am trying to convey with my idea of social anxiety is that the crucial factor, the disturbing factor, the painful aspect of social anxiety lies in trauma. Trauma messes it all up, it makes any condition worse if not impossible to resolve, it makes social anxiety into borderline painful push and pull attachment style problem, which is extremely hard to describe in detail in sensible and sensical comprehensible manner - so I try to use this analogy of rollercoaster as social anxiety. submitted by ranc1 to SocialAnxiety_Ideas [link] [comments] Social anxiety is comprised and compromised from: 1) Wagons / carts / cars - where our thinking and processing reality lies inside 2) Train tracks - our train of thought where our decisions and conclusions will roll on 3) Loops - where all the symptoms and by-products of abuse are twisted into pretzel 4) Clouds - external elements that create totally new mess on top of the existing one Here I would like to describe how wagons (carts) work in social anxiety: Rollercoaster wagons (carts) in social anxiety analogy The wagons are: ♦ MASKING ■DYSREGULATION ●SHAME (INFERIORITY) ♦SELF, PERSONALITY ●TOXIC DUTY and OBLIGATION ■HSP When I wrote these elements down, I started to notice the pattern between those. They come in pairs. Masking is Self. Dysregulation is with HSP, and Shame is along with Toxic duty issues. Even more - I noticed that external elements correspond to the wagons. Inner critic and abuse align with Masking and Self persona. Double binding and trauma are influencing the Dysregulation and HSP aspect. Toxic shaming and Toxic people are paired with internalized Shame and Toxic obligations. Without putting it on paper like on a map - I would never make this hidden connection that becomes obvious when I lay it down like this. The conclusion is that Toxic people are the cause of social anxiety. It is not genetical. Genetic may predispose us to be reactive and to expect the abusers - however inner turmoil and inner chaos is instigated by psychopaths, sociopaths and narcissists and predators of all sorts who feel entitled and privileged to harass and control and manipulate other people. Let's investigate each wagon rollercoaster cart one by one. ♦ MASKING→→ Show true colors So it is the primary problem with social anxiety - our fake social mask. We created this in childhood when nobody explained us the psychology nor we would understand it if they did. So our child brain came up with defenses and tools and mechanisms how to handle the invalidation, ACE and ACoA in childhood, when it was assaulted with mentally ill people that child brain is unable to process - other than creating these rollercoaster wagons. The purpose of these wagons is to help us go through the socialization, the rollercoaster. These carts help us to be around people, to fulfill our job or task at hand or simply to hang around other people. If we were lucky not to experience ACoA and ACE - we would learn to show our true colors. That would be our secure attachment. Instead - we learned that being authentic is dangerous. Especially if our likes did differ from the bullies and mentally ill adults around us. We learned that social mask, our appearance in public and around other people must be hidden and always in the state of overcompensation, to prove others that we are strong, not cowards, capable and without mistakes. We were punished and mocked and attacked if we exhibit any vulnerability, any authenticity and any kind of mistake or problem - which mentally ill adults around us could not have because they were dysregulated all the time, so we were burden to the others - and we learned not to be burden by masking our needs with being nice, being pleasant, without mistakes and without flaws. The only way to succeed in this imposed task - is to fawn to others, especially if they are rude, aggressive and dangerous and anti-social. Without learning about Complex Trauma I never noticed my own mask until the year 2020. I suddenly discovered one day when I was sitting at bench outside that my face gets solid and stiff, into half smile if there is a neighbor in vicinity of me - similar to the Joker or 1960s horror movie called Sardonicus and here is the movie clip and quote: Through the years, I have evolved a kind of explanation for my strange affliction. At first, of course, my superstitious peasant mind believed that Heaven had placed a curse upon me. To punish me for violating my father's rest. Or that some devilish force beyond the grave had reached out to stamp my face. But at length I began to believe it was the massive shock that forced my face to this state. That my grave guilt also helped shape it as even that of my dead father's face was shaped. Shock and guilt. Strong powers not from God above not the fiend below - but from within my own heart, my own brain... my own soul. In the same manner - I noticed that whenever there is someone unknown or someone whom I cannot fully trust and rely on, someone who can criticize my about something - that I end up with this mask - of being stiff, like cat scared of a dog, rigid and with a smile like a fawning defensive mechanism where I signal the potential predator that I am not dangerous and that they do not need to fear me - and that I basically wave a white flag. Obviously - predators, psychopaths of all sorts would read these signs and see it as Swedish smorgasbord, free for all to abuse me and use me up for Mate Crime. So even though I read billions of CBT self help books about social anxiety since 1998 until 2020 - none of those plentiful books ever did mention this phenomena at all - of fake social mask. All people have social mask. This is normal, having Jung Mask is not abnormality. The problem is when this mask is rigid, when it is automatic and when it is signaling evil people to take advantage of us - then this child learned mask is dangerous for ourselves - because we are not having any natural boundaries or borders to fend off viruses and parasites. It is like analogy if we cut our arms and let the blood to make ourselves show to predators as if we are vulnerable in order to leave us alone - but what would happen in real life is infestation and blood poisoning that is dangerous for our health. Showing the true colors would be - being angry when the other person is intrusive. To show it with our face, with our gestures. Our fawning trauma response social mask is not able to do this - and we do not have natural boundaries to filter out toxic people - and then we end with abuse and trauma over and over again with each socialization and with nice guy syndrome which self help books pathologize and make us feel more ashamed about it. Self help books imply that we create angry social mask - but this approach leads to hysteria and borderline and vulnerable narcissists issues. The important thing to remember is that we are not the problem. It is toxic people who are the problem - they choose to abuse others. Our reactions and our mechanisms are not the problem. All we need to do is to use adult mechanisms and guidelines, instead of child tools that we learned in early days of social anxiety - and we never upgraded them because nobody told us to click the update button. Because I am not proponent / advocate of blocking or stopping our social anxiety symptoms. What I am advocating is to validate and recognize our social anxiety symptoms - no matter how much self destructive and painful and draining resources they are - to accept them as our own, as our reactions to trauma and abuse and toxic people. They were life saviors in our early age, they are not abnormality to feel even more shame about. CBT instructs us to destroy our symptoms and to feel disgust towards them as some mental illness describe in DSM. In this light - the update button for Masking would be to add new features in the mask such as anger and all forbidden emotions which we were not allowed to show in ACE such as disgust and hatred. Even DBT instructs the borderlines to incorporate the supposedly conflicting emotions and thinking styles such as empathy and anger, love and hatred. When we keep our learned social anxiety mask of being nice and pleasant - we will be more resilient than replacing this mask with only showing anger. And this mix of smiling and hating will be a huge turn off for potential narcissists to filter them out of our lives. The nice persona mask will attract them - and then when they start with control and manipulation - we don't need to enter into arguments with them - our face when it shows hatred, anger, or indifference will signal most of predators that we are not easy narcissistic supply that they hoped we would be easy target to take advantage of. People who never developed social anxiety - they learned as kids to show their emotions naturally - and this is the secret how non-socially anxious people succeed in social world - they are naturally themselves, authentic. They do not have special superior chip in their behind that makes them social kings. They simply were never ever abused and ashamed into hiding and pretending to be obedient slave to their abusers. With social anxiety mask of fawning and being rigid in our gestures, we appear to the others as insecure and without confidence. And this is what CBT and social anxiety coaches are targeting at. CBT and self help book authors see and perceive social anxiety as issue of low self esteem - and that our only job is to pretend to be loud and obnoxious in order to cure our social anxiety. This is why CBT is not working for social anxiety. We won't become secure and confident through covering up inferiority complex with superiority complex. If we play and act and pretend to be someone who are are not - we are not authentic - and when we are not honest and authentic we can never ever be truly confident and appear as someone who is secure in oneself. With play acting - we will eventually slip and our mask will show our true traumatized self who is never allowed to get angry or disgusted by other humans. Whenever we pretend to be someone who we are not - we will end up with toxic stress and hypervigilance state, and our choices and decisions in life will be limited, obscure and non-imaginative, non quality - and we will never be truly happy. We will develop various addictions to make ourselves happy when we pretend to be someone who we are not, when we hide our true colors, our true emotions and our true needs and our true opinion and our true likes and dislikes. Also, with idea to fix our social anxiety with choosing a different, more narcissistic mask - we won't remove social anxiety - because there are still other carts alongside it, there is the whole mess with social anxiety loops and compulsive repetitions and programming - and there are external elements that all create social anxiety rollercoaster system. Masking is only a small part of social anxiety and we need holistic approach to investigate our wounded parts in order to heal them and mostly to simply validate them. I discovered that along with Masking there is people pleasing issue. Fawning. And that this people pleasing is primary issue here. This means - that people pleasing will appear once again - once we enter any social situation - as part of the mess and loops in social interaction. People pleasing will appear as Negative politeness out there - when we are in unknown, or dangerous, or new social situations. This means - that self help books about people pleasing that tell us to stop being a nice guy - cannot help us. We will turn to fawning because we need to keep the toxic job, because we cannot end in prison for defending ourselves to someone erratic, we cannot lose our home for being totally honest with evil person in the power position. Being totally honest with evil people will get us assaulted or even worse. I would stop pathologizing the people pleasing. And instead that we trust ourselves. Along with masking there is also perfectionism - which will appear once more once we are out there. So before entering any social situation we have issues that are not related to social exposure - and they appear in social situations. This is important to note because we might think that curing social anxiety will help us. It won't. Social anxiety has the same social anxiety symptoms when we are outside of social circles and tentacles of social anxiety emerge in certain social situations. That is also the phenomena that I discovered when I draw this social anxiety map. I was not aware of this before. It is like - we can heal and cure ourselves of trauma issues- but they will appear again independently of our healing - when we are in certain situations out there. It is almost as if playing Hit Master game. The damn thing will keep on popping out no matter how much time you score the points. This is why handling symptoms as CBT approach - will never ever work. In order to handle social anxiety we need to get to the root of the problem: toxic people and learn how to handle the toxic people as adult, not as children with our childish mechanisms. Then there is concern what will other people think - that shapes our social anxiety masking. When I mask I give toxic people green light to exploit me and my flaws. It's because I shape my stance in accordance to wave a white flag at them. Most people will not be polite and respect me, as I think they would. Most people lack empathy and moral and ethical compass - and if they see that I am allowing them to treat me like trash - they will do it, repeatedly. As kids we learned that it is useless and dangerous to speak up or to react in any different manner than through twisting ourselves into pretzel so that we could perform circus tricks that other people will like us to do. While the solution is so simple - we simply need to show a little anger, disgust and hatred - and nothing else. We don't need to enter into endless conflicts with pathological liars. The secret is only in allowing ourselves to feel and to express our anger on the go, in the moment when toxic people cross common curtesy. This is the reason why internet-stoicism movement is also dangerous for our mental health. Stoics claim that we need to always show sturdy macho face and hence to be stoic always. Basically that we create social anxiety mask sprinkled with narcissism. Better and healthier approach is to be true ourselves, cheerful and nice and kind - BUT if the other person is disgusting that we adjust our mask with our true colors as response to the idiots and psychopaths. Rigid solid mask of social anxiety kindness and being nice - is invitation for Trojan Horses to invade our inner world. I can tell so many times when I would meet some difficult person from my past, even though there is no power dynamics that they have any influence over my safety or income - I would still end up with solid social mask of being pleasant and nice to them - and then I would act and make decisions and actions in accordance with this mask. The mask comes first and then I fulfill its story - by inviting toxic people to sit with me, providing them with voluntary private data from my life and hanging out with them - instead of simply walking pass by them and telling them I am in a hurry. Because I would be worried that this person would see me as coward and it mattered to me a lot that they have positive and nice opinion about me. So when they talk to other people about me that they do not gossip about me and talk negatively about me to the others or hold negative image about me in their heads. As if they were the gods and my job is to make them like me - while in reality they are bunch of nobodies. There is a book called "Why Zebras Don't Get Ulcers" - which has interesting premise. Why animals which are always target of predatory animals never show symptoms of trauma and toxic stress. The secret is in their ability to never mask their emotions. When zebras are attacked by predators - they run away. They do not mask it by pretending to be macho alpha male stoic CBT confident assertive dudes. They simply run from the danger as fast as they can. So they never end up with social anxiety - because they do not pretend to be strong. With CBT we get explanation that our social anxiety is a matter of low confidence and that our task is to develop self esteem. But CBT does not explain how. CBT hints that we need to be strong and resilient - macho and alpha males, stoics who enter into endless assertive arguments with pathological liars and psychopaths who are enjoying never-ending drama and hysteria. In reality - being confident means showing our true emotions. If we feel fear - that we do not hide our fear by pretending to be Jackie Chan and attacking the abusers. Or that we pretend to be courageous by displaying to the abuser how stoic we are in the face of danger. This approach will only keep us sick and scared and panicked - because we are masking our true emotions inside. Confidence is - when we are angry to show our anger. When we are disgusted by idiots to show our disgust emotions. When we are afraid - that we do not enter into conflict with dangerous abnormal anti-social monsters. If something really sad or shocking happens - the last thing we need to do is to put a stoic mask. If we do this - we will end with anxiety and panic issues and physical illnesses and toxic stress. When we allow ourselves to show and feel anger - this will allow our brain to come up with insight and ideas and innovations and paths how to handle difficult people and difficult situations. Without allowing ourselves to feel authentic emotions - we are blocking the spring of life, the source of our ability to respond to new and complex circumstances. Also feeling the anger will boost our self esteem and self worth - because we will signal to ourselves that we are protecting ourselves and taking care of ourselves. From our point of view, non socially anxious people appear as if they have some hidden secret how they keep being confident and strong and stoic. Their secret is that they follow and acknowledge their emotions as they spring up inside them. They do not pathologize themselves for feeling anger. Often enough behind the fear is anger. What we feel as anxiety - is actually suppressed, I call it canned, anger. It is compressed anger that we put inside tin can, ready to explode. But nobody explained us social anxiety as anger - because psychiatrist are afraid that we would become anti-social when we start to allow this suppressed anger to show. So we with CBT we end up like in Clockwork Orange - being people pleaser who is pushover and easily abused by others - because we have pruned and sanitized anger inside us. We do not need to learn confidence in expensive courses and endless self help books. Our own emotions inside us are our confidence, they tell us where to go and how to act and what to speak and how to respond - we do not need AI script to tell us how to interact with people. We have our guides to confidence inside us - our emotions. In ACE and ACoA we were conditioned to prune our emotions - and that is how we end up with social anxiety and masking. Mask is okay when I don't want to hurt others with being annoying and irritating and complaining. Mask is not abnormality - mask helps us to adjust our language with other people. Our true self, our authentic self is lazy and smelly and vulgar and disgusting, something like Diogenes in ancient Greece. So mask helps us to smooth the rough diamond into version that we would like and other people would not avoid. If we observe the Masking from the perspective of wounded inner child - unfulfilled child need behind Masking would be to be authentic, without hiding, and with us showing our true colors. When someone is rude and aggressive and violent and unfair and intrusive and anti-social - anger is totally valid reaction to such jerks. Healthy Mask would be like finding the balance between Freud's Id (childish instincts) and our Super Ego (our moral and ethical high standards and idealized version that we strive to be through self improvement). This means finding the balance in accordance to what is happening to us. Sometimes it means to shut up and to listen to the other person even when they are annoying. Sometimes it means to be socially anxious and scared because the other person is really psychotic and about to do something really harmful and abnormal. In most cases - healthy mask is allowing ourselves to be angry at people who are irritating. |
2024.06.05 23:11 Ok_Surround8832 II may have learned shame and helplessness from being abused as a child. Can you pls help me by giving me any reassurance, advice, insights, encouragement, love and support that you have to help me find the strength to know what to do in my (27F) relationship with my 30M soon fiancé?
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2024.06.05 23:02 UncleeFu Pantalone theories & analysis (very short) Here is a short article on what I currently expect of Pantalone (consider these bits as a pre-analysis coz we still have so little to work on).
Warning: controversial topic. I’m open to clashing opinions since this is but an imaginary theory. submitted by UncleeFu to PantaloneMains [link] [comments]
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2024.06.05 23:00 mommymary Has anyone else seen the heart in this S4E10 scene?
Hopefully someone else hasn’t asked about this! Every time I rewatch, I always see the heart in the crowd before they disperse. To me, if it is intentional, it totally wraps up Darlene’s rant about taking down the Deus group and humanity finally rising above their dictators. Could definitely also be my pattern-seeking brain. Sorry for the bad screenshot, I couldn’t find another clip of it on YouTube :/ submitted by mommymary to MrRobot [link] [comments] |
2024.06.05 22:57 sandrasticmeasures My cat is grieving his old home/family. How can I best help him?
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2024.06.05 22:56 WorldTrendyVibes The Sun's Last Stand: A Battle Against a Black Hole
The Sun's Last Stand: A Battle Against a Black Hole In this gripping sci-fi thriller, witness the ultimate cosmic showdown as the Sun faces its greatest threat yet—a voracious black hole. As the celestial titans clash, humanity's fate hangs in the balance. Will the Sun's fiery might withstand the insatiable pull of the black hole, or will our star meet its doom? Dive into the heart of the universe's most epic battle and experience a spectacle like never before! 🌞⚫✨ #SciFi #CosmicBattle #SpaceThriller submitted by WorldTrendyVibes to WorldTrendyVibes [link] [comments] |
2024.06.05 22:54 _existent_ Feedback needed!.. Can an excessively tragic backstory be salvaged by good writing?