#-I doubt he and Silver would be able to achieve such a thing
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You mentioned mephilver in the metilver ask, what's your opinion on it?
I can't say I have any, really. I don't think about Mephiles basically ever, and thus also not in relation to shipping Silver. But I've seen it in fanfics and fanfic tags before, so that's how I know it exists!
#not related to this ask but I'm taking a small break from writing for the asks rn so I can go in with more creativity later again🍀#Mephiles x Silver isn't my cup of tea but that's more because I like wholesome cute ships and considering the kind of person Mephiles is-#-I doubt he and Silver would be able to achieve such a thing
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🧍me on eng server realizing the only time Lilia's dream broke is when Malleus tried to interfere.🧍🧍🧍 When he tried to give Lilia a happy ending
only for Lilia to slam dunk "can't change the past" his ass because Lilia already HAS his happy ending👊👊👊👊👊He made his own happy ending👊👊👊👊 uncommon flawed grandpa W
YES, YES YOU GET IT!!!!!!!!!!!
it's a painful maturity that only canon!lilia could have achieved over the centuries, an ability to look back on all that he's lost and realize that while the grief never falters, things had to play out in just that way so he could be allowed the gifts of saving malleus and loving silver. the two people in the world that he could count as family and the position that gave him some form of respect in a society that sneered at his species of fae and low birth— he had to lose these things that defined him, the cornerstones of his world, in order to fully realize himself as lilia vanrouge, a father. the last role in his life that he'd ever dream he'd be associated with after all of these centuries.
and can i just point out too that SILVER was the key missing piece of lilia's happy ending? even in his dream, he was able to save malleus just as he had in canon, but that "happy ending" would have meant that his path and silver's would never have crossed. and that was simply unthinkable?
it's still a core underlying piece of chapter 7 that lilia still hasn't said whether or not he was able to truly love silver (though i beg to differ that we already know the answer from the moment he found the boy), but it astonishes me time and time again that in spite of silver's heritage, in spite of lilia's brief moment of rage and desire for revenge . . . silver is an irreplaceable person in lilia's life. the personality that we know in game as lilia is a direct result of the seventeen years he spent raising silver, he's learned true love through the unconditional affection and devotion this child freely gives to him on a daily basis.
and that, i think, is the key to lilia's real happy ending— being loved, for who he is, without a shadow of a doubt.
#lettie's asks#SORRY I WENT OFF AND RAMBLED A BIT#THEY DRIVE ME INSANEEEEEEEEEE#lilia vanrouge#malleus draconia#twst silver
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(a tiny thing for @eilinelsghost! i hope you enjoy :3)
Olwë looked down at the baby in his lap. Findaráto looked back at him with big brown eyes.
"Ba," he said, returning his attention to the wooden toy in his hands. Olwë hummed. The toy was made delicately and craftily, Arafinwë's loving hand recognisable in every detail; Findaráto's little fingers groped at the intricately carved textures, before eventually trying to swallow the whole thing.
"Hello," Olwë smiled. He fell asleep in the midst of telling Findaráto a tale, but the boy still remained in his lap without protesting, the only sign of his disapproval being a fleeting judgemental look in his baby eyes. In that, Olwë supposed, Findaráto took after his father; Eärwen would have long since alerted everyone with her cries. He pressed a kiss to his grandson's forehead, and smiled. "My sincere apologies, indyo. I kept thee waiting."
"Ba," Findaráto repeated, eyes blown wide, seemingly glad to have achieved a listener. He brought his toy before Olwë's face. "Bu-ba!"
"It is a very nice toy," Olwë agreed, carefully moving Findaráto's hand where it no longer posed a threat. Wooden toys were known for causing great harm if not wielded carefully, after all. "No doubt it is thy favorite. "
Findaráto looked at him with wide brown eyes, then abruptly threw the toy down. "Wah!"
Olwë sighed. "Little one. Thou dost understand thou achieved nothing with this action, right? I will not leave my seat to get thy toy back. Thou art stuck in my lap, unless thou decidest to abandon me in favor of regaining thy possession."
Findaráto looked to the ground. "Wa. Bu, ba-ba."
"Ba," Olwë agreed, and lowered his grandson to the ground. "Of course, I understand. Go, get thy toy. Otherwise thou wilt lose it and thy father will be upset - and we do not want to make Arafinwë upset, do we?"
Findaráto wavered on his feet, still unsure in his steps; then he plumped down, getting on his hands and knees, looking much more confident. Olwë watched as he crawled to his toy with soft amusement.
Findaráto grabbed the toy in his hands and raised it above his head in triumph. "Ba-ba!"
"Valar!" Olwë exclaimed, clasping his hands. "Thou'rt so good at this! Even Tulkas' greatest champion is no match to thee. Come here now. I still have a story to finish."
Findaráto looked up, and then threw his toy down again. "Wah!"
"Is it even able to endure such treatment?" Aironissë asked, walking into the room. "Poor thing, getting thrown around like that! I see thou hast woken up at last - ai, Findaráto, indyo! Do not eat the carpet, please!"
Olwë chuckled, and stretched his arms as Aironissë lifted confused Findaráto off the carpet. "I was telling him about the Sea. I hoped to lull him to sleep with my excessive descriptions of sea foam, but had achieved the opposite."
"At least one of you got their rest," Aironissë said, and pinched Findaráto's cheek playfully, receiving an offended string of bas and mas. "I have to say, though, that thy descriptions of sea foam have not yet lulled to sleep a single person." She knelt, picking Findaráto's toy from the carpet and giving it to the boy.
"They work on thee," Olwë said somewhat shyly, and fluttered his lashes at his wife. Aironissë scoffed, shaking her head.
"Wa," Findaráto said, grabbing a strand of Aironissë's silver curls carefully. Aironissë smiled.
"Hair," she said. "Hair." And then, just as Olwë went to warn her: "Ouch! Child, let go of me! Stop tugging-!"
"Ba," Findaráto answered, almost apologetically, and let go of her hair. He put his head on Aironissë's shoulder and looked at Olwë, chewing on his toy.
Olwë crooned. "He has Arafinwë's eyes."
"And Eärwen's nose," Aironissë answered proudly, sitting at Olwë's side. Findaráto stretched his hands in Olwë's direction, and Olwë took him back into his lap. "But he does have Arafinwë's character! Eärwen was not half as soft when she was his age."
"Do not remind me," Olwë groaned as Findaráto nestled in his lap, looking down at his toy before putting it in his mouth to suck. Olwë craddled him in his hands and leaned on Aironissë. "Look at him! Is he not the single best child imaginable?"
"Thou said that about each of our children," Aironissë answered. Her hand wrapped around Olwë's shoulders. She ruffled Findaráto's hair softly, and the boy turned his head to look back at her. She crooned. "And thou wert right every time. Was he not, little one?"
"Ba," Findaráto said, and chewed on his toy. Olwë laughed softly; he dropped his head to kiss his grandson's brow.
"Indyo," he said softly. "Indyo."
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Thoughts on Worlds 2025: The Men
The Men's podium was no surprise, we knew Ilia would have to miss at least half his jumps to not win, which wasn't likely. While I would have loved if Yuma Kagiyama or Adam Siao Him Fa could have really skated lights out and taken the title, realistically there was no way anybody was gonna beat the guy with a quad axel. I've watched skating my whole life, and I've never considered jumps the most important thing, but hell, even I gasped when Ilia did the quad axel. That was insane! And while Ilia obviously isn't at the level of performance ability and skating skills that Yuma is at, he is improving every year, and I do see him making positive strides in that direction. His parents were well-rounded skaters, and they're making sure that Ilia becomes one too. I really appreciated that he did an exhibition program that only had one jump, and it was beautiful and heartfelt, and held my attention even without his insane jumps. He has the goods, and I really do believe he can become that total package skater one day.
So gutted for Andrew Torgashev though! He has my favorite short and long programs of the men this season- and he's been so consistent! I was looking forward to seeing his Scheherazade one more time, but that was sadly the roughest skate of the entire men's event. I hope he keeps this freeskate for next season tbh.
And yay for Jason Brown finally having a clean skate this season!!! Apparently he was having issues with his boots earlier, which makes sense, because he's so consistent otherwise. I can't believe anyone doubted him, and I hope they're having fun eating crow right now, because our boy finished in the top ten at worlds with a beautiful clean freeskate!!!
Yay for Denis Vasiljevs too!! Two clean skates! Yes!! And oh, that spread eagle at the end of his freeskate!!! Perfection!!!!
Sad for Yuma Kagiyama having a not great freeskate-he's so good, he should already have a gold medal, but fate keeps screwing him over. It's a testament to his skating skills that he managed to stay on the podium even when not at his best. I really believe he'll get the gold one day though!
I'm happy for Mikhail Shaidorov skating well and getting the silver, even though he's also more of a jumper than an artist, but once again, he's young, and hopefully he'll develop that as time goes on. Hopefully he can start to bring some of his personality into his skating, since his goofy grin throughout his silly Kung-fu Panda exhibition was very endearing.
Shout out to Lukas Britschgi for his short program this season- I really appreciate that he made a statement about something topical, and made it into an entertaining and effective program. Skaters are rarely if ever political- heaven knows the ISU and all the national feds are extremely conservative and totally cowardly when it comes to taking moral or political stances, and they don't tend to look favorably on skaters who do. I appreciate Lukas's courage in creating an explicitly anti-fascist program and skating it in international competition, especially in a year when the World Championships are in the US. Being Swiss, he probably has less to fear, but still, authoritarianism is on the rise everywhere, and I'm really proud to see someone in the skating community use their international platform as a skater to make a statement against it.
Also really happy to see all the pride flags in the audience throughout the competition- growing up, I never could have imagined it would be like this one day. Everyone knew queer people made up a significant portion of the skating community, but nobody was allowed to acknowledge it. It was yet another one of skating's open secrets that no one ever talked about, and I'm glad that at least as far as sexuality and gender identity goes, skaters and fans are finally able to openly celebrate who they are. Things really have gotten better, and I'm so happy that these younger kids will never have to stay in the closet to achieve success in skating.
It was really nice that they invited Max Naumov to skate in the gala. He is such a wonderful skater and he's been through so much tragedy losing his parents like that. I hope he finds healing, and is able to come back to competitve skating again. It seems like he has good supportive friends around him in the skating community, so hopefully that will help him going forward.
Overall, I had a lot of fun this year and we saw some really great skating. Alysa Liu's freeskate and Hase/Volodin's freeskate will be the big moments I'll remember from this one for a long time. If this Worlds is anything to go by, next year's Olympics are gonna be awesome. I can't wait!
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Happy new year m'lady!
Just wanted to drop in to say I found IB on AO3 a month or two ago and got totally hooked. It reminds me of Matthew Reilly's work in all the best ways (I highly recommend the Jack West Jr series and the Scarecrow series). The pacing is just *chef's kiss* and I just love the interpersonal chemistry and the depth of lore that support the story. I just couldn't bring myself to put it down and Samiel, Jay, Pallas (who definitely deserves a raise for turning up every day to JUST DO HIS JOB and to do it so well; and to almost die of stress every time his name comes up in conversation, I feel you Pallas), Venn, and Hird all live rent free in my head now. I'm looking forward to hearing more about them as you expand on the IB universe.
Especially Jay. I feel like we've started to explore how Samiel and Jay interact with Samiel's family and Lenian society, but there's a lot of room to explore how they interact with Jay's family or Human society (I can imagine terse exchanges at diplomatic events when Samiel and Jay bump into the human delegation). I actually cried when Jay revealed to Samiel that his threnodia said "I loved him" and nothing else. Such a beautiful, romantic moment! But part of me also wanted to berate Jay for being too humble. I dunno if I'm just being biased, but I think Samiel would have felt similarly. No doubt he would have been pleased that Jason recorded for all time that he was Samiel's but I also think he would have felt that the universe and future generations should know who his Jay really was, all the incredible things that he achieved in his own right (I'm certain Samiel would have insisted on including the incident where Jason convinced the full battalion of Creets to surrender to him), and all that he meant to him.
I also 2nd the anon who suggested a babies all the way down storyline. I think it would be fun to explore Samiel/Jay and Venn/Hird as they tackle the challenges of family life. I could see a compelling story where Venn and Hird explore the physiological differences between humans and lenians through the pregnancy (How difficult is it for a human/lenian couple to conceive? Do the Lenian genetics of the foetus cause Hird to experience aspects of Lenian pregnancies? What traits does the child inherit from each side? Are there any human or lenian traits that are "dominant/almost always passed down" or "recessive/rarely passed down" to half-human/half-lenian offspring?). I think Hird deserves to settle down and enjoy family life with Venn as a reward for having to deal with Samiel/Jay and Aubrey/Lysander's shenanigans! I suspect she would Venn in her ear about it for several years before she would do it, but maybe having to deal with the chaos of Aubrey and Lysander would accelerate this? I also think Samiel and Jay would be fun uncles and there could be a story about the hijinks they get up to while babysitting! Maybe it convinces Jay that Samiel's right about starting a family of their own? My HC is that, if Samiel and Jay were somehow able through medical/technological advancement or through the effect of their soul bond, to have biological children, one of them would be a little monster with Samiel's emotions and Jay's silver tongue, with Samiel/Jay needing to ask Hird's advice because she's had to deal with Samiel and Jay.
At first, I wasn't as confident that I'd like P2P or RP, but your masterful writing in IB convinced me that I'd enjoy them anyway. I totally devoured both in short order after reading all the IB stories.
Apologies for the long message but I had so many thoughts I needed to share!
Happy new year lovely anon! 🤗 I hope 2025 is treating you well so far! ❤️
What a lovely, lovely message to read in my inbox this evening. Thank you! I'm so happy you enjoyed IB, and liked the characters! ❤️ Poor Pallas does need a pay rise, doesn't he? (And possibly a nice quiet holiday, well away from any Samiels and Jasons that we could mention.) I always have so much fun writing poor Pallas, because he's so good at his job, but his stress levels are always through the roof and his confidence lessons are through the floor. (Sorry Pallas!)
Oh I absolutely agree with you that we haven't seen much of Samiel and Jay (specifically Jay) interacting with the human side of things post-IB (excluding Hird, but she's a law unto herself). It's one of those elements I've always wanted to prod around in a bit more, as I think Jay is actually considered really quite dangerous in a post-war world. (Certainly the human delegation is far more hostile to him, I think - especially in comparison to Daimion's rule on Lenia, which is positively warm in comparison.) Oddly, I think one of the few humans who might treat Jay the same is Lault. He certainly doesn't like what Jay has done (or the fact he and Samiel both threatened him), but he can absolutely respect it. Lault is a results man, and he recognises something similar in Jay, I think. (Sorry lovely anon, I got sidetracked here, but it's made me ponder this!)
Ahh Jay's threnodia! One of my favourite ficlets to write (and I'm so sorry for the tears! ❤️) I think Jay was very much writing in the spirit of the threnodia: 'tell us why you did what you did; what wisdom can you pass down?' and, for once in his life, the answer was very straight forward: I did what I did for love. I think for Jay that's both the answer to everything, and actually the piece of wisdom he wants to share: love drove him to it. Love dictated his actions. Look at what love makes you do, in the face of overwhelming odds.
(As for Samiel recording Jay vs. the Creets - yes, I can definitely see it! However I suspect at one point Venn had to have a stern word with him about waxing a little too poetic about just how gorgeous Jay looked when he was negotiating! 🤣)
I think if I ever did go for a 'babies all the way' side fic, it would most definitely have to be set in the distant future, or as an AU. Interestingly I do want to tackle humans vs. Lenians as parents a little bit, most particularly through Hird because I'd love to write a oneshot about Venn's (sort of) adopted daughter, who is technically human but raised Lenian. I will also add, we're going to meet someone who is half Lenian and half human in Going Down, and I won't give too many spoilers, but here's a hint: Hird's ship.
As for Hird settling down... I think there does come a point (and I did laugh at your very accurate point that dealing with Samiel/Jay and Aubrey/Lysander hastens her retirement plans - I think it's true!). Hird settling down to a quiet life would, I think, look a bit different to Samiel and Jay's retirement, if only because I am absolutely convinced that Hird's entire crew also retire along with her, and then the new neighbourhood has to deal with all of them collectively putting down roots!
I love the idea of Samiel and Jay's biological offspring being absolute terrors (it's very fitting)! 🤣I could see the only person truly able to handle them being Daimion, and that's because he would simply dote on them so badly, they'd never dare upset Grandpapa! (Jay and Samiel would just be staring in exhausted bewilderment as the tiny terror miraculously became angels every time Daimion showed up with presents.)
I'm so pleased you enjoyed P2P and RP too (and thank you for giving them a go, especially as they weren't something you'd usually try - I'm honoured you did! ❤️❤️❤️)
Thank you for such a wonderful message, lovely anon - I loved hearing your thoughts and headcanons, and you have made my night! ❤️😊
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Ok I did it
TDIM creature au
Tweaked my creature au and now EVERYONE has changed except for Charlie lmao. Anyway some of these headcanons/lore were created during a conversation with Kagoa, so credit to them for a few of these.
Also yeah in this au Du’met is like a creature hunter of some sort and likes to collect “specimens”
Charlie - Phoenix
-Only one that remains the same really.
-It’s obviously bc of his achievement
-He doesn’t look like your typical Phoenix, but this is because he’s got lucky and been able to grow older without dying and having to be reborn.
-Because his feathers are grey, people often doubt that he’s really a Phoenix until he sets himself aflame or something.
-he’s about the size of a large buzzard.
Mark - Giant
-Bros a gentle giant but literally
-Really big. Like REALLY fucking big. Shadow of the colossus looking ah. The others are like mice compared to him and don’t even get started on Erin
-His fear of heights is made worse by the fact that to him, everything seems higher up because of his size.
-The others will often use him as transport, sitting on his shoulders or head, or hiding in his pockets or sleeves.
-When it comes to food, he simply eats large portions of regular human food, as small as it is.
-His fight with Du’met would be some straight up SOTC shit in this au omg.
Kate - Vampire
-Don’t have much of a reason for this one except that I liked the concept of a vampire x giant
-Kate is compatible with Mark because she can safely drink his blood without issue since he’s so big
-Can only drink blood, it’s the only thing in her diet.
-Fuck it, she probably has a bat form.
-Her weaknesses are the usual for vampires. Silver, sunlight, garlic and pure water. So you can imagine what’s used against her in the ultimatum trap.
-Her weakness to sunlight is another reason she’s so compatible with Mark. She can often use him as shelter.
-She carries around blood on her at all times, but it doesn’t stop people around her from being slightly afraid of her.
-She has DEFINITELY tried to do a bit of trolling and bite Jamie. That’s how she found out Jamie doesn’t like to stay corporeal.
Jamie - Ghost
-She can switch between corporeal and incorporeal forms
-She is able to go completely invisible at times but only for short amounts of time or she risks literally disappearing from existence
-She’s not actually dead. She’s just a ghost. Always was one.
-Brings cold air around her. When she enters a room, it gets immediately colder.
-She has a glow around her, and on occasion the hue can change based on emotion.
-Because she’s a ghost, she doesn’t need to eat or drink. She simply borrows energy from others and it fuels her.
-She’s very compatible with Erin because she’s usually incorporeal, so there’s less of a risk of her accidentally hurting Erin.
Erin - Fairy
-she’s about half the size of a rat idk.
-She has her own tiny desk she works at in the studio
-The reason she works in audio is because she’s so small and everything is loud to her, but this can also lead to her becoming easily overwhelmed.
-She cant fly in storms. If the weather is bad, one of the others will offer to escort her to a safe place whenever they can.
-When it comes to food, she does have access to tiny versions of food, but she usually just consumes small pieces of regular food and that’s enough for her. A crumb she found on the floor would be like a 5 star meal to her.
-Iron is painful for her to touch, and one of her weaknesses.
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Yeah I think Luka’s fans can be a little too defensive. Some of it I think comes from the fact that most people acknowledge he is an incredibly gifted player but too much of a crybaby, that he complains too much to the refs and sometimes his teammates. So fans can get pretty defensive with any type of criticism of him. I can tell you as a long time Luka fan even I am starting to get more and more irritated with this attitude of his but I’d still defend him most times cause I really want him to succeed and I think he has everything to be historic. I personally haven’t seen them be specially hateful towards Steph (my fav player as well 🫶🏼) but I guess some of it might have to do with the fact that a lot of people still say he is the best point guard in the league and Luka fans think he has already surpassed him
And yeah some older players seem pretty resentful of Steph, although I think it has calmed down a lot through the years and they’ve come around. I think many just don’t like the way the game is played now, all about the three as opposed to when they played where it was more physical and playing at the rim, and they (rightly tbh) blame him for this. Another thing is that he comes from a well off family (his dad used to play in the nba) and many of the most successful players come from a more harsh background, with poverty and violence, and survived and where able to get their family out of this situation through basketball. So there is resentment there for “being born with a silver spoon” and “having the easy way” into the league, even though if you know his story that is obv bullshit. But yeah he’s been doubted and underrated pretty much his whole life for being “too little” or “not athletic enough” and he’s broken all this beliefs and stereotypes of what a basketball player has to look like and be from to be not only successful but historic
(Ps Kendrick Perkins is clueless and a hater, he needs attention like breathing and will say almost any bullshit to get it)
Yeah he does complain a lot and it's a turn off 😭😭 the teammates part is definitely worse tho. I think he just needs to mature in that regard and he'd be set. He has everything that could make him become historic like you said. Perhaps changing teams would help too since he needs help. about the fans, I've definitely seen many fans of his try Steph for some reason like at least so far. Some of them genuinely talk like Steph is a bum it's crazy to me 😭😭
Yeah, it's insane how every reason they came up with to hate on him is completely out of his control 😭😭 he didn't choose his family and he had his own struggles and they aren't less relevant just because they can't relate to them. His story is very inspiring in its own way. I get the whole thing about him changing the game when it comes to the 3 points shots but is it really a bad thing? 😭😭 It's actually impressive how he revolutionised the game, very few people can say they were able to do that. But every other criticism is very much a reach. He didn't have it easy at all. He's been an underdog his entire career and they constantly came up with reason to undermine his achievements. Oh no he doesn't have a fmvp. Oh no he's not clutch. Oh no he was carried by KD (which is funny to me because he literally won before KD and again after him 😭😭) I'm just glad he got to prove all of them wrong time and again.
Yeah Perkins is absolutely an attention WHORE and he knows bringing up Steph's name will get him the clout he's desperate for so he takes advantage of it as much as possible. Gil Arenas too for that matter 😒😒
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in front of my m o t h e r and my sisters, i pretend L O V E is cheap and VULGAR. i act like it’s a s i n - i pretend that l o v e is for women on a dark path. but at night i D R E A M of a love so heavy it makes my spine throb - i dream up a LOVER who makes love like he is separating s a l t from water…
Full Name: Narcissa Elladora Malfoy Name Origin: Unlike her sisters and most of her relatives, Narcissa was not named after a star or constellation, instead after the Greeks. Narcissa is a name of Greek origin meaning daffodil. It is feminine of Narcisse, which comes from the legend of the beautiful Greek youth Narcissus, who became enamoured of his own reflection - hence “narcissism”. Nicknames: Cissa or Cissy, but only to those closest to her. She does prefer Cissa over Cissy though, as it sounds less childish. Age: Twenty Six Birthday: 23rd December, Capricorn Gender & Pronouns: Cis Woman, She/Her Sexuality: Heterosexual Relationship Status: Married to Lucius Malfoy Patronus: Narcissa’s Patronus would take the form of a Tiger Boggart: Narcissa’s Boggart is Death Wand Type: 13″, Elm Wood with a Dragon Heartstring Core Occupation: Socialite and Philanthropist, Dark Artefacts Curator Affiliation: Death Eater Ally Face Claim: Florence Pugh Key Information: Please see below the cut
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𝘼𝙎𝙎𝙊𝘾𝙄𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎 / 𝘼𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙏𝙄𝘾𝙎 ;; ears that are always listening, rooms with high ceilings, the stony features of a face unwilling to give away any information, ‘clever as the devil and twice as pretty’, summer evenings and winter mornings, perfect paper creases, stargazing, ‘you’re like snow, beautiful but cold’, white linen, black roses protected by their thorns, the underestimated sister, the sweetest of smiles and eyes that are always watching.
𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙄𝙇𝙔 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙐𝙋𝘽𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙄𝙉𝙂 ;; The youngest of three daughters, Narcissa was born with a silver spoon in her mouth and an appearance that would instantly set her apart from the rest of her immediate family. With her golden locks and piercing blue eyes, she was destined to stand out in photographs, contrasting the raven hair and dark features that were commonly associated with the Black family. At no point did this ever put her at a disadvantage however. Only a moment spent in her company is enough to see that the Black blood runs deep in her veins.
As a child, she was the princess of the family, in her fathers eyes especially, and it was from a very young age that she started being taught all that there was to know about how to be the perfect young woman. Narcissa picked everything up easily, whilst continuing to enjoy the finer things in life, and that was exactly what Cygnus and Druella wanted for their daughter - to become a respected Pureblood woman with the world at her disposal.
Growing up as part of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black was, of course, not all sunshine and rainbows. Like many of the other families in their society, the Black home is full of secrets, scandal and betrayal. You name it, and chances are at least one of them have been accused of it. Of course they have their own way of dealing with it - Narcissa has already lived to witness one of her cousins and her own sister be disowned completely and she knows it is not the first time that it has happened. The fear of this happening to her for not being good enough, or for doing something wrong was instilled early in her life and it continues to hang over her to this very day.
𝘼𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙃𝙊𝙂𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙎 ;; When it came to attending Hogwarts, there was no doubt that Narcissa would be sorted in to Slytherin House. The Sorting Hat barely touched her head before making its decision, and it was with her fellow snakes that she thrived. She worked hard to achieve good grades, and being away from the watchful eyes of her parents, she was able to find her own independence and sense of identity. Of course it never strayed far from what her parents wanted for her, but she was determined to ensure things were done on her terms as well.
𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙀𝙀𝙍 ;; Although Narcissa is unemployed and has no need to find herself a job, she has always had a passion for dark artefacts and cursed objects, and has found herself to be somewhat of a collector of both. Only a small handful of people know about her collection, but it is something she takes pride in expanding. She has also been known to source and sell on a few objects here or there. When she is not expanding her collection, Narcissa considers herself as a proud socialite and philanthropist, publicly supporting a number of causes.
𝘼𝙁𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙄𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙍 ;; When it comes to the war, Narcissa has always followed suit with the majority of her family and naturally agreed with the ideals of Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters. Most of the company she kept was often from the inner circle, but she knew very early on that she would never agree to take the dark mark, despite being encouraged on numerous occasions to do so.
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@enrhysmion said: No matter where their journeys lead them, the moon's devoted followers are all united in their hearts. Rhys hasn't met many clerics of Selune despite spending so many years traveling with his instructor, and he must confess that Isobel intrigues and inspires him. She embodies hope in a way that he could never imagine being able to; her brightness cuts through the deepest darkness. She keeps everyone alive and protects the integrity of their souls. It's a blessing—no, a miracle—that her personal adventure brought her here in the midst of all this madness.
He determines that it's the ideal time to approach her now that the others are unwinding from the attack on the Last Light Inn. Rhys has often pondered the reason for the moon goddess' unwavering confidence in him. He is a deceiver; he is a shadow that hides the radiant light, yet Selune favors him and bestows upon him powers that are not rightfully his. He considers whether the goddess might be planning something special for him. Perhaps she believes he will assist Isobel. Even though he has a lot of questions racing through his mind, he decides to ignore them. He can't put extra strain on Isobel's shoulders when he doesn't even know her. It is up to him to maintain and resolve his dilemma.
"I wish I could be of assistance. Sadly, I lack such powers, and I worry that my light is too weak to drive away the shadows. I apologize sincerely, Lady Isobel. I demonstrate that I am a poor ally and a terrible devotee of our Lady." He leans on the balcony rail, his mouth curled into a sorrowful smile. His healing skills are almost useless in this scenario, despite his usual confidence in them. Since practically everyone has already passed away, who can he pretend to save? Shadows long for souls, not bodies. He doubts his ability to deal with them.
she’s earned a moment to rest, she thinks. a quiet few minutes to settle her nerves after marcus’ abrupt appearance. even now her heart dances in an uncomfortably chaotic rhythm, not quite steady, not quite right. she still feels the earth once caked in her chest obstructing the motion. isobel should have known this would happen. such an attack was inevitable, yet she let her guard down nonetheless. foolish. if not for the new arrivals, she’d likely find herself tossed at ketheric’s muddied boots.
pale, moonlit-stricken eyes look up the moment rhys shares the balcony with her. the cold yet stale air keeps her senses sharp, still on edge after hearing the reason for marcus’ approach. ketheric wants her back — partially to doom the innocent lives here, and the other reason too distressing to think on in present time. it’s surprising to hear rhys apologize for such a thing. his words bring her from her thoughts, quietly coughing into her fist before smiling.
“ a poor ally ? while i understand your fears - such a place oft draws them out - i must also assure you of your importance in all of this. the shadows here are no ordinary magic … as you’ve readily learned. the darkness is permeated into the very land, yet i wouldn’t have offered my guidance if i figured you a lost cause. there is far more for you to achieve here than you think. “
her smile warms akin to a starry night. “ our lady of silver has a path for you, one she knows you have the means to walk. she shares our dreams and our hopes, our sadness and fear. you may discover more about yourself when tested so… “ she speaks from her own experience. dying and descending into empty darkness, nothingness, until violently woken. “ i don’t think it’s a mere coincidence to meet a fellow devotee. it would bring me joy hearing more about you. i do insist though — you have nothing to apologize for. “
#enrhysmion#・゚♢ ic ; isobel#・゚♢ ( act 2 )#isobels new bestie#hope this is ok this is my first time writing her DGKNDF
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What was the annual income of Edward IV? Is he good at making money?
I guess you can say he was savvy as it's usually quoted that he is one of the very few english monarch's who died solvent. Under the Treaty of Picquigny Louis would pay £15,000 to cover Edward’s expenses for the war expesition, along with an annual pension of £10,000. Edward made extensive use of royal lands - land grants were revoked for estates to return to royal control. Edward had officials checking the validity of land rights, imposing fines or removing grants where faults were found. He also had personal ships and traded with Greece and Italy as The Croyland Chronicle said "like a private individual".
From the Croyland Chronicle:
"There is no doubt that the king felt his perplexed situation in this matter most deeply at heart, and was by no means ignorant of the condition of his people, and how readily they might be betrayed, in case they should find a leader, to enter into rebellious plans, and conceive a thirst for change. Accordingly, seeing that things had now come to such a pass, that from thenceforth he could not dare, in his emergencies, to ask the assistance of the English people, and finding that (a thing which really was the case) it was through want of money that the French expedition had in such a short time, come to nothing; he turned all his thoughts to the question, how he might in future collect an amount of treasure worthy of his royal station out of his own substance, and by the exercise of his own energies. Accordingly, having called Parliament together, he resumed possession of nearly all the royal estates, without regard to whom they had been granted, and applied the whole thereof to the support of the expenses of the crown. Throughout all the ports of the kingdom he appointed inspectors of the customs, men of remarkable shrewdness, but too hard, according to general report, upon the merchants. The king himself, also, having procured merchant ships, put on board of them the finest wools, cloths, tin, and other productions of the kingdom, and, like a private individual living by trade, exchanged merchandize for merchandize, by means of his factors, among both Italians and Greeks. The revenues of vacant prelacies, which, according to Magna Carta, cannot be sold, he would only part with out of his hands at a stated sum, and on no other terms whatever. He also examined the register and rolls of Chancery, and exacted heavy fines from those whom he found to have intruded and taken possession of estates without prosecuting their rights in form required by law; by way of return for the rents which they had in the meantime received. These, and more of a similar nature than ean possibly be conceived by a man who is inexperienced in such matters, were his methods of making up a purse; added to which, there was the yearly tribute of ten thousand pounds due from France, together with numerous tenths from the churches, from which the prelates and clergy had been unable to get themselves excused. All these particulars, in the course of a very few years, rendered him an extremely wealthy prince; so much so, that, for collecting vessels of gold and silver, tapestries, and decorations of the most precious nature, both for his palaces and for various churches, and for building castles, colleges, and other distinguished places, and making new acquisitions of lands and possessions, not one of his predecessors was at all able to equal his remarkable achievements."
No idea about annual income, sorry.
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James Baldwin, The Creative Process
THE CREATIVE PROCESS By James Baldwin from Creative America, Ridge Press, 1962. Perhaps the primary distinction of the artist is that he must actively cultivate that state which most men, necessarily, must avoid; the state of being alone. That all men are, when the chips are down, alone, is a banality—a banality because it is very frequently stated, but very rarely, on the evidence, believed. Most of us are not compelled to linger with the knowledge of our aloneness, for it is a knowledge that can paralyze all action in this world. There are, forever, swamps to be drained, cities to be created, mines to be exploited, children to be fed. None of these things can be done alone. But the conquest of the physical world is not man’s only duty. He is also enjoined to conquer the great wilderness of himself. The precise role of the artist, then, is to illuminate that darkness, blaze roads through that vast forest, so that we will not, in all our doing, lose sight of its purpose, which is, after all, to make the world a more human dwelling place.
The state of being alone is not meant to bring to mind merely a rustic musing beside some silver lake. The aloneness of which I speak is much more like the aloneness of birth or death. It is like the fearless alone that one sees in the eyes of someone who is suffering, whom we cannot help. Or it is like the aloneness of love, the force and mystery that so many have extolled and so many have cursed, but which no one has ever understood or ever really been able to control. I put the matter this way, not out of any desire to create pity for the artist—God forbid!—but to suggest how nearly, after all, is his state the state of everyone, and in an attempt to make vivid his endeavor. The state of birth, suffering, love, and death are extreme states—extreme, universal, and inescapable.
We all know this, but we would rather not know it. The artist is present to correct the delusions to which we fall prey in our attempts to avoid this knowledge. It is for this reason that all societies have battled with the incorrigible disturber of the peace—the artist. I doubt that future societies will get on with him any better. The entire purpose of society is to create a bulwark against the inner and the outer chaos, in order to make life bearable and to keep the human race alive. And it is absolutely inevitable that when a tradition has been evolved, whatever the tradition is, the people, in general, will suppose it to have existed from before the beginning of time and will be most unwilling and indeed unable to conceive of any changes in it. They do not know how they will live without those traditions that have given them their identity. Their reaction, when it is suggested that they can or that they must, is panic. And we see this panic, I think, everywhere in the world today, from the streets of New Orleans to the grisly battleground of Algeria. And a higher level of consciousness among the people is the only hope we have, now or in the future, of minimizing human damage. The artist is distinguished from all other responsible actors in society—the politicians, legislators, educators, and scientists—by the fact that he is his own test tube, his own laboratory, working according to very rigorous rules, however unstated these may be, and cannot allow any consideration to supersede his responsibility to reveal all that he can possibly discover concerning the mystery of the human being. Society must accept some things as real; but he must always know that visible reality hides a deeper one, and that all our action and achievement rest on things unseen. A society must assume that it is stable, but the artist must know, and he must let us know, that there is nothing stable under heaven. One cannot possibly build a school, teach a child, or drive a car without taking some things for granted. The artist cannot and must not take anything for granted, but must drive to the heart of every answer and expose the question the answer hides. I seem to be making extremely grandiloquent claims for a breed of men and women historically despised while living and acclaimed when safely dead. But, in a way, the belated honor that all societies tender their artists proven the reality of the point I am trying to make. I am really trying to make clear the nature of the artist’s responsibility to his society. The peculiar nature of this responsibility is that he must never cease warring with it, for its sake and for his own. For the truth, in spite of appearances and all our hopes, is that everything is always changing and the measure of our maturity as nations and as men is how well prepared we are to meet these changes, and further, to use them for our health. Now, anyone who has ever been compelled to think about it—anyone, for example, who has ever been in love---knows that the one face that one can never see is one’s own face. One’s lover—or one’s brother, or one’s enemy—sees the face you wear, and this face can elicit the most extraordinary reactions. We do the things we do and feel what we feel essentially because we must---we are responsible for our actions, but we rarely understand them. It goes without saying, I believe, that if we understood ourselves better, we would damage ourselves less. But the barrier between oneself and one’s knowledge of oneself is high indeed. There are so many things one would rather not know! We become social creatures because we cannot live any other way. But in order to become social, there are a great many other things that we must not become, and we are frightened, all of us, of these forces within us that perpetually menace our precarious security. Yet the forces are there: we cannot will them away. All we can do is learn to live with them.
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Going on a mission with both Shisui and Itachi wasn't exactly a bad thing, provided one could keep up with both Sharingan users. Which Ami could do easily. But ever since losing her Genin team, the silver haired kunoichi had been doubting her own abilities and didn't think sending her was a good idea. She said so as much in the meeting between them and the Third Hokage.
"Hokage-sama? It might be better to let another medic nin go instead of me. I'll just slow Shisui-san and Itachi-san down."
/Ami and Shisui - also hey!
After facing the Third Hokage, Shisui was dismissed with papers, personal info, and a set of skills of his new companion. No matter of his personal achievements or Itachi's having a medic one should never refuse. Reflecting back on his missions having a medic was always a positive experience for him. His late friend Alustriel was a medic and six tails a Jinchuuriki. This girl was so young, and Shisui hoped to have her on his team. Since Shisui unlocked his Sage mode as a last step in the power structure, he and Itachi were taking young nin under their wings for training and missions outside the village.

Shisui finished reading the provided info, and he got up, folding both hands against his back. This gesture became his habit ever since he mastered sage mode. Shisui would fold his hands on the back. Kakashi would always tease him about it saying-- Shisui you are only thirty that gesture is made by old retired ninjas.--
Sometimes Shisui would feel way too old and tired. While others could think about childhood, about the next step in their education or in training, Shisui just ran through that phase of his life. Ten years went by just like one bloody night. Sometimes he would think that all that happened was just a nightmare, but it was not, a dull ache in the right side of his skull was a reminder. The right eye was a gift from Itachi--after the deed was done.
"So you have arrived, Ami-chan." Shisui greeted her when she arrived at the meeting spot. The younger version of Shisui would crack a joke now...but this Shisui gulped the joke down remaining composed. Expressionless.
His intuition told him, that this was the right choice...A light smile bloomed on his face.
Intuition is a gift, but it can be a curse as well. It's a voice calling to us from places that are better left unexplored. Shisui knew that when he explored the deepest and darkest parts of his soul he found Shiroi looking back at him. She was and still is part of him, she is his beast to call, and Shisui....her human to call. Who wins? That is a thin line, the weak one shall obey.
The Shikkotsu Forest is a legendary place and one of the three unexplored sage regions; there Shisui trained and got wolf sage mode. This mode is all about control if one's emotions aren’t in check Shiroi is able to possess the user's body for her own purposes.
-Go with your guts if nothing else works-
Intuition has your best interests at heart. It is a voice that can tell you who is a friend and who is a foe. Which one is to hold at arm's length and which one is to keep close. Yet too often Shisui got distracted by fear, doubt, by his own stubborn hope thus he refused to listen...
"So you are our new team member? Shall we have a test mission drill? Before I explain to you our mission and before we depart?"
(Hello! I picked Sage verse, I hope that is okay. Let me know if this works for you ^^)
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they did it

LOL they did the thing anime kuuderes do in Silver’s Dorm Uniform vignettes… where the character practices smiling (with Scarabia) but fails at it when they consciously put forth effort to improve 🥲 only for them to smile naturally and unconsciously when they’re spending time with the people they care for (exercising with Sebek in the courtyard and smiling at how much his underclassman has improved). Aaaaaah, and Malleus and Lilia are watching them like proud parents 🥹
I normally don’t really comment when new vignettes drop, but I really liked how Silver’s highlights his friendship with Sebek and demonstrates that Sebek does indeed have a place in the Diasomnia found family and can be a supportive friend to Silver (albeit in his own extremely loud and insistent manner).
I often see people claim Sebek has no personality outside of being loud/arrogant/demanding and basically obsessing over Malleus but 🥲 it’s moments like these where his heart comes out and you can see he cares about others (but just fails to express it in what many would consider a “normal” way). When Sebek sees Silver being upset with his inability to smile, he tries to encourage Silver by telling him that he shouldn’t care what other humans think of him (yes, there is Sebek’s usual Sebek-ness seeping through his words, but the sentiment is still there). He values Silver’s worth as an individual and doesn’t believe that what others say about him should have an impact on his own confidence or how he behaves. But when that talking doesn’t work, Sebek goes out of his way to suggest they do their usual training in a very public location (the school courtyard), which attracts the attention of passing students who stop and watch them. It is through observing Silver in a state in which he is comfortable that his classmates are able to approach him and exchange amicable words.
Sebek doesn’t explicitly say it, but this just goes to show how well he understands Silver and how he wants to show off Silver’s good qualities to their peers. (Sebek also outright brags about Silver’s grace and poise in the vignettes of Fairy Gala: If.) Of course, he coats his intentions with the usual, “blah blah blah, if you act like this then it will make the young master look bad and we can’t have that,” but really that’s just a cover-up for his genuine concern for Silver. It’s a moment of emotional weakness that Sebek just doesn’t want to let out in full, so he uses arrogance to mask it. This shows that Sebek has both a capacity to connect with humans and a willingness to help his friends.
At the same, this greatly helps to further characterize Silver as someone who is diligent (as he tries hard to improve himself in areas where he is lacking; previously, this improvement was tied to his concerns about staying alert, which put perhaps too strong of an emphasis on Silver’s sleepiness). He also lacks confidence in these areas because he is aware of his weaknesses, and he strives to take great pains in order to cover for them. Additionally, Silver is shown to confide in his friends (Kalim, Sebek) about these weaknesses. He is very emotionally open with his thoughts (in spite of his stoic face) and, in contrast to Sebek, is not opposed to receiving help or guidance on the way to achieving his goals.
Something else that’s interesting is that the vignettes show us that Silver does care to some extent what his classmates think of him. I definitely don’t think it’s to the same obsessive degree as someone like Vil, but Silver genuinely wants to get alone with everyone and make friends with them. He has truly good intentions and also wants to see the good intentions in others, even if they are inaccurate (like when Silver assumes that Jamil is worried for Kalim in Endless Halloween Night). Additionally, Silver’s kind-hearted nature allows him to better understand Sebek, a person who comes off as so abrasive to others. Silver gives everyone the benefit of his doubt. As Lilia and Malleus comment in his Dorm vignettes, it’s a mark that Silver is able to be the type of individual that connects other people (something we witness Silver do firsthand in Fairy Gala: If when he negotiates between the fairies and NRC).
bdjssbksjw That’s what makes their bond so strong 😌 Silver is willing to see what many others don’t in Sebek, and Sebek is willing to put aside some of his pride and personal prejudice towards humans to support Silver.
GAHHHH 🥺 I just. Really enjoy Silver and Sebek’s friendship—how well their conflicting personalities play off of one another, and how well they are able to understand the other despite their strong differences.
#twisted wonderland analysis#twst character analysis#twst analysis#twisted wonderland character analysis#Malleus Draconia#Sebek Zigvolt#Silver#Diasomnia#Lilia Vanrouge#notes from the writing raven#spoilers#Kalim Al-Asim#Jamil Viper#Scarabia#Vil Schoenheit
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The batfam meet Danny Fenton and after weeks of research and one lucky blood test later there’s no doubt I’m anyone’s mind that he’s Damian’s long-lost twin brother.
But the day they go to his apartment to break the news someone else answers the door. Someone who looks identical to both Damian and Danny but is very obviously not them.
The new boy was albino and obviously a meta of some kind, his eyes a cherry red and his hair literally flaming white and styled a crowd braid. But his face shape was the same as Bruce’s, his eyes had the same curve as Talias, and his height the same as Danny’s.
“Oh, hi! You must be the Wayne’s. Danny’s told me about you. Sorry we haven’t been able to meet, I’ve been busy with classes.” He invites them in and the batfam take notes of his personality.
Danny was nearly entirely composed of snark and wit, able to run endless circles around not only rouges but their vigilante personas. He was wickedly intelligent, morally grey, and not afraid to resort to violence. He had a heart of silver; good intentions and beliefs but not afraid to get his hands dirty to achieve his goals.
As they talked with this boy, Daphne he said his name was, they learned he was just as sarcastic and witty but was also trying to stay on the positive side of things. He was intelligent like Danny, but had a chaotic lawful attitude similar to Danny’s chaotic neutral.
finally, Tim asked the question they’d all been wondering. “So, Danny’s never mentioned you before. Are you a new roommates or friend?” Daphne laughed, “Yeah, he’s really protective. He once got in a fist fight with someone for insulting me.”
Daphne smiled, and he was a carbon copy of both Danny and Damian. “I’m his twin brother.” There was a problem with that though. They knew for a fact that Daphne Fenton didn’t exist.
Everything was going great, Danny had though two weeks ago. He’d though that word for word and he knew it would come back to bite him in the ass. He just didn’t know when.
Dan–or Daphne, as he likes to be called now, said that the reason bad things happened after he said something hopeful was because he was ‘putting that energy out in the universe’. Daphne was always so positive, or trying to be, and it made it hard to remember that he used to be his future self hellbent on destroying the world.
Therapy had been a big help. They had Clockwork to thank for that, and for Daphnes new form. They couldn’t change his hair, no matter how hard he tried at first. It had made him incredibly upset and insecure, but nowadays he’d grown to accept his hair, saying ‘it’s a reminder of who I was and where I came from, and that everything’s ok now. I’m allowed to exist as the person I’d always wanted to be.’
Honestly, Danny couldn’t even begin to describe how proud he was. He’d come such a long way from the tyrannical King of the Infinite Realms to a scared, traumatized kid to the kind and gentle teen he was now. It’d been amazing watching Daphne grow not only out but in, growing as a person and a spirit.
And Daphne had helped him grow as well. It was nice, having someone so close to him and so aware of what he was thinking and how he acted because they were the same. So different but so similar. The first time they’d introduced each other as brothers, as twins, it’s felt right. Like that was exactly what they were supposed to be.
He got in a lot of fights after though. Not that any of them were Daphnes fault, who was holding him back most of the time, but there were just some assholes who, assuming Daphne was a meta, decided to insult him and even call him a few slurs. Of course, he knocked out one and broke the others nose.
There were a lot of people like this, people who felt it was ok to insult his baby brother–because no matter what Daphne said, he practically screamed ‘little brother’ vibes–felt it was ok to say hurtful things to his face because they didn’t consider him fully human.
So he got into fights a lot more often now, no matter how much Daphne begs him not to. But despite all those assholes things had been going great, despite it being, y’know, Gotham. He’d even made friend with a revenant and his family, who were weirdly nice and open about the whole ghost thing.
What a great surprise it was too when he got home and found that not only was Daphne back from school–he’d joined a lot of clubs and band–but that the Wayne’s were there and they seemed to be good friends already! Maybe Daphne was right; it was time he started projecting good vibes only.
#Danny Fenton is Damian Wayne’s twin#danny phantom#danny phantom au#damian wayne#batfamily#dan phantom#Dan phantom redemption
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Seen: Greg ‘Mouse’Gerwitz x Reader
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Greg had posed for several of your paintings since you had started your art course. In the beginning you had doubted that he would have the ability to sit still. The man you loved was always a flurry of movement, his hands always in motion, his knee jangling. However, over the past few months Greg had exhibited a patience you hadn’t expected. He usually needed a prop, his phone, a book, his airpods, something to keep his attention rapt. Working with oil paints was something you had always wanted to try but you had never seemed to be able to find the time for. These days you had all the time in the world.
The injury you had received in the line of duty had changed your perspective, the way you thought about everything. All you had ever wanted was to be a cop, and you had achieved that, worked your ass off all the way up to Intelligence and then you got shot.
The bullet had caused nerve damage that rendered you unable to perform the more physical aspects of your job at the current moment. You still walked with a cane, an antique dark wood piece with a polished silver top that Greg had purchased for you. The two of you had delved into an antiques shop one afternoon after physical therapy. A badass cane for a badass bitch, he had told you when he handed it over.
You were still in recovery, both physically and mentally. You had honestly thought you were going to die that night and in the aftermath, you had to confront the things that terrified you. You still flinched at loud noises, woke up in the night with your heart pounding and breath caught in your throat. You feared that wouldn’t be able to return to your job, being a cop was as fundamental to you as breathing, it was all you had ever known. Greg had lightly suggested perhaps it was time to explore somethings for yourself, do the things you wanted to do. The truth was you had been at a loss on medical leave, especially with your restricted mobility.
Painting had been something you had wanted to explore in from the very beginning, the problem was when you were working full time your shifts never seemed to line up with the course dates. Even now it seemed like an indulgence, but you enjoyed working with your hands, it had been along time since you had allowed yourself to be creative and you could feel the essence of it flowing through you like a current. You had an eye for colour your tutor told you, your paintings were bright and saturated, attuned to the mood of your subject.
“Is that how you see me?” he asked you when he caught a glimpse of one. You rarely showed him your work, your cheeks colouring with embarrassment whenever he drew near but this one, you were proud of.
When you painted Greg, it was with hues of blue, a shimmer of silver lining the eyes of his pupils as he lay spread out amongst the sheets as they pooled around his waist, his gaze locked on you. It became a series before you realised it, your man captured upon the canvas, going about his life.
“Yes.” You told him, shifting to sit on the stool because you hip was starting to ache from being on your feet too long.
“It makes me feel proud.” He told you, leaning forward so that the scent of wet paint was in his nose. It was an aroma that he was now coming to associate with you. Looking at the artwork, he could see that you were changing, flourishing he thought, becoming something more than what you had been. He was glad because you had dedicated so much of yourself to other people, he thought it was time for you to take a breath and re-evaluate things. “I feel like you actually see me.”
“I do.” You told him, your arms looping through his so that you were holding him from behind. He inclined his head so that he could capture your gaze. “I see you the real you and Greg, it’s stunning.”
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On Diavolo’s Rage
One of the most supremely underrated aspects of Diavolo's character is his unrelenting, implacable rage. Moreso than any other JoJo character, I associate Diavolo with "rage" - more than Fugo, more than Ghiaccio, more than Kira. Those characters, while prone to violent, angry outbursts, possess other defining features - but Diavolo is a man who is defined, who is controlled, by his rage.
If you subscribe to the theory that Doppio was the original personality, then a sub-theory of that which I like to believe is that Diavolo, as a split personality, emerged in response to Doppio discovering that he was adopted. Not only that he was adopted, but that his mother was a prisoner housed on a remote island, where he would likely never be able to meet her. Doppio, being an innocent, mild-mannered kid, likely had no idea how to process this information; and out of the wreckage emerged Diavolo, a personality whose existence was wholly dedicated to protecting his beloved Doppio.
(I also believe that Diavolo is the Antichrist and that him emerging out of Doppio's mind was likely fated to be but that's a discussion for another day)
Anyway. I'm sure you can see where the tragedy arises out of this idea. Over time, Diavolo grows more and more controlling and manipulative, and Doppio loses more and more control of his body. Until eventually, the personality that emerged to protect the "original" survives, while the "original" dies alone, unaware that he's lost any agency at all.
But what does this have to do with Diavolo's anger? Well... what happens when an empty shell, a being created to fulfill one singular purpose, forsakes that purpose? What happens when a program is left running, long after it should have been terminated?
Diavolo's anger - at least, the anger he displays during the Silver Chariot Requiem arc - fascinates me. Because it's the anger of a being which really has no reason to be doing the things it's doing; that is carrying out the ghost of its directive. I like to believe that Diavolo became a mob boss because it was the simplest way of ensuring no harm would ever come to Doppio; how could he be hurt if Diavolo became the most powerful person in all of Italy? But now that Doppio is dead, Diavolo is fighting desperately to keep his position... for basically no reason at all. He’d forgotten long ago the reason he’d killed and maimed to achieve this power, and with Doppio dead and gone, any hope of him remembering was gone too. And so, we get Diavolo fighting tooth and nail, sacrificing his body and dignity to get the arrow and sit atop the apex of the world... all for a boy who has already died. Ozymandias, the king of kings.
One last element to Diavolo’s rage that I adore; his fervent, unshakeable conviction that fate is on his side. Moreso than any other villain, I feel, Diavolo truly believes that he is an immortal god who can never fail; who fate has chosen to prop up above all others, who will live forever despite still being biologically human. This fundamental delusion goes deeper than Kira’s simple belief that “luck is on his side”; and even DIO, who became the closest thing the JoJo universe had to a god, was aware of his mortality, and had a “Plan B” in mind in the case of his death.
Diavolo truly, fundamentally believes that if he is able to eliminate all the obstacles in his way, he will “live forever”. And, after all, he has no real reason to doubt this idea; fate smiled upon him in the form of the arrows, and his King Crimson is able to defend him from literally any misfortune (there’s a moment in the final fight that I love, where we see King Crimson for the last time - he all but pops up in front of Diavolo, screaming like a furious and over-protective father at Giorno before being pummeled himself.)
So when that belief is challenged, Diavolo snaps. His rage, his disbelief, his patheticness puts any other (main) JoJo villain to shame. What other villain would beg their enemy to let them win; to resort to fallacious, circular arguments of “look at me! think who is truly worthy!” For Diavolo, the arrow continuing to elude his grasp in the final arc is tantamount to the sky being green, or dropping an apple and having it fly upwards. It simply does not make sense; it is a violation of a fundamental rule of reality. And as Giorno and his allies continue to outmaneuver him, he grows more and more desperate, his cries more and more venomous, his denials more and more fervent. An injustice is being carried out, in his eyes, and it is his duty to right it.
This is part of why I think the decision to cast Katsuyuki Konishi was such an amazing move; casting a seiyuu who is primarily known for voicing heroes (including Jonathan Joestar himself, in the Phantom Blood OVA) imbues Diavolo with a truly unique quality. We hear all the time that “a good villain is one that believes themselves to be the hero”, but moreso than even Pucci or Valentine, Diavolo believes himself to be the protagonist of the world. His beliefs about fate cause him to believe that his struggles, his ability to overcome his own past and insecurities, are all that matter; that the world truly revolves around him, and that he can become an immortal god-king if he just overcomes the obstacles that Fate puts in his way.
That determination to grow, to overcome one’s flaws and grow stronger, is one we commonly associate with heroes in shonen - and Diavolo has deluded himself into believing that his conquest of bloodshed and oppression is as just as the journeys that our favorite shonen heroes go on. All of this imbues Diavolo with a uniquely pathetic quality; he is a villain that believes himself to be the protagonist, and so when faced with the true protagonist of the Part, he is left utterly confused and helpless. He believes that Giorno is the intruder, the one who is barging into his life and threatening his status quo, and he believes that if he fights hard enough he will be rewarded and continue his conquest.
In that light, his frustration, his rage at being unable to beat this newbie makes more sense (as does the decision to cast Katsuyuki). When we watch Diavolo fight against Bucciarati’s gang at the end of Part 5, we are not just seeing good vs. evil, hero vs. villain; we are seeing the complete implosion of a life-long belief, and the violent de-throning of a “protagonist”. Diavolo is a king who finds himself de-throned, cast down into the role of a lowly pauper. And he fights it desperately, all throughout the Part - and in the end, leaves the series with a rage-filled, fear-suffused scream.
#diavolo#jjba#jojo's bizarre adventure#golden wind#vento aureo#doppio#vinegar doppio#text post#this may not be the best way of describing ppl with DID but i mean.#doppio and diavolo aren't perfect DID representation either#i'm just working off of what we see in the series
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