I was just thinking of how fun it is when female characters are allowed to really viscerally enjoy power.
I'm thinking especially of cases when the character's power doesn't come from some MacGuffin, or a malevolent, psychologically damaging power like the Dark Side, or even an external source at all. I just really like the trope of female characters who are powerful because they're both talented and have put work into refining talent into skill, and who clearly enjoy using their very legitimate skill for their own ends, whatever the ends may be.
I was thinking of examples, and the first ones to come to mind were Korra and Kuvira from Legend of Korra, who I love both individually and as a ship. But part of the reason I enjoy both characters so much, hero and villain, is how much they enjoy being world-class benders.
Lots of people in that show are rightly confident about their power or abilities. But there's confidence and then there's the sheer enjoyment they have at being powerful benders who can and will wipe the earth with their foes, and it's just super enjoyable in this specific way I don't often see.
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Writing Woes
Me: damn this is a great story idea :) I'm really enjoying writing this idea out! The potential character dynamics, psychology, and dichotomy of love vs hate vs indifference are very compelling to me!
Me ten minutes later: ...is this the plot of fucking Death Note
A fairly average man comes into a great power, without a word and without a reason. Surely if this power has come to him, it becomes his duty to use it to better the world, yes? He will not reveal his part in creating that betterment, of course. He needs no thanks for doing the right thing, and people's opinions can be fickle. He is careful.
But still he wonders, why? Why did this power come to him, of all people? Why is someone trying so hard to stop him? If he has the power to change the world for the better, surely it's because he's special. He was chosen for this. Anyone disagreeing with his choices are going against destiny! That faceless man, the nameless one who keeps him cornered, parroting lies in his garbled voice to turn the people against him, he was no better than a demon playing at humanity!
It's pride, that's what it is. They wanted to keep him from bettering the world because it would mean admitting their faults. Can't they see how much better things are getting? They'll all be better if we just... dig out the weeds.
The governments want to stop him, the police, the media, but look at their own actions! Surely they shouldn't judge his actions as terrible. Such hypocrisy in such widespread positions of power, the whole system needed uprooting! This was it. This was his purpose - to weed out the evils of the world and make the world just again.
They could call him a monster, a murderer, they could say he was "playing God"... what did they know? If God existed, He surely didn't care for the world as much as him! God was just as bad as the rest!
But every day, more and more people are understanding my vision. They want to see the world peace I will ensure. Every day they make their pleas for justice, and I hear them. The righteous love me as I love them, and I must reward their devotion.
Still, that one man still stands in the way of my future. Every step I take towards a perfect world, he is only a step behind, dragging me back by the neck. Who is he? The things he says, undermining me, condemning me. And they are listening.
I despise him.
I will weed him out, too.
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Hate is not the enemy of love, but its lover. Entwined within each is devotion; the desire to follow another to the ends of the earth, for better or for worse. The enemy of devotion is indifference. When one's thoughts of another stir no emotion, this is the death of love.
Given this, what is hate but an act of worship? The devout destroy themselves from within to follow the path of the self-styled God, with hatred, with fear, with lust, with defeat. But what is God when devotion dies and all that remains are frail facsimiles of love? When it is God's turn to die, it will die pathetic and unknown.
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