#King Morando AU

[jessenitrogen]

I like to death scroll tags and i see there is a couple AUs of Val Morando and they're where he gets to be king and all and i think they're great btw i just find it funny that mine is where he Gets Worse and Loses Even Harder

[drax-is-inthefandom]

AU Drawing let's GOOO

Ok so, @muku-gc and I ended up making a "What if Morando actually had won AND had a happy ending?" Because, come on, even villains deserve some happiness!

This AU features King Val Morando, Queen Zeron Omega and their little heir Zeta Morando. Aren't they the cutest?

Ah the beautiful things that are born from RP~

[hoodie-2]

I'm kinda editing my Morando's prodigy au. So there may be new skits of similar scenes that I'll eventually get around to posting.

Until then, have a snippet of the next chapter in Fly me to the Moon!

[helis97]

Andro adores his little sister with far too much enthusiasm!

Fairy is what Bob Ross would call a "happy accident."Anemone, after a pregnancy at risk, becomes sterile after giving birth to Andro. Given these circumstances Fairy could not have been born, however, at a certain point, Anemone is reduced to her core (I'll make a separate comic strip for this scene) and then regenerated through the power of the Gaylen Core.  This makes Anemone fertile again.Obviously Anemone doesn't realize it and, without too much consideration, he happily goes to bed with Morando.And that's how Fairy was born! 

[serascli]

Troll hunters/3below AU Akiridions king and queen aren’t the greatest parents

In this AU Varvatos take Krel and Aja to Earth because of the neglect and emotional abuse of their parents, they take the mother ship and crash due to a collision with another ship.

When Aja, Krel and Varvatos try to use the transduction chamber it was damaged to a point where it stuck them in an in-between human and akiridion form and left some scars.

To not be immediately recognized by any akiridion source Aja and Krel had to cut off their second set of arms.

The rest is pretty much the same as in the series except that the bounty hunters were sent by the king and queen and that Morando is actually a good guy as he will give warnings of which bounty hunter would come.

They also found themselves in the troll market earlier where they meet Jim, Claire, Toby and other trolls who will help them, in here Krel finds magic crystals interesting and sometimes study them to see their compatibility with akiridion technology

Bonus: Señor Ulh finds out about them or the fact that they have horrible parents and swear to Varvatos that if something happens to him he will take care of Krel and Aja

[yellowmagicalgirl]

Had this idea late last night so I’m not sure how much sense it makes but:

Akiridion!Bodyguard!Douxie AU

Douxie was raised by the military and is a bit of a prodigy. Between this and the fact that he’s so close in age to the Tarron twins, he ends up being assigned guard duty to them. This started several keltons ago in an attempt to dissuade Aja from running away so much. It helped a little, but Aja still ran from the coup.

Douxie and Krel have been slowly falling in love together for years (well, more slowly on Krel’s end than on Douxie’s) but they haven’t done anything about their feelings because their love is forgiven and they’re both too loyal to the crown

When they gain their human transductions, Douxie is delighted by how much of his height he’s retained (even though he still gets a little shorter when he becomes human), as opposed to how short Aja, Krel, and Varvatos are as humans.

Douxie’s cover story is that his family are friends of the Tarrons, and that during the coup he was forced to leave them behind when he was running for his life. Uhl interprets this as “oh shit I shouldn’t have demanded that these kids each bring both of their parents; this one doesn’t even have parents anymore”

Aja: I’m afraid that Mama and Papa might not approve of my relationship with Steve. I mean, we’re so different, could we make it work when I go back to Akiridion-V? Krel and Douxie, trying not to look at each other: Wow. I wouldn’t know what that’s like at all, having a forbidden romance with someone outside your caste.

Aja knew that Krel and Douxie were really close but she didn’t realize that they were in love until after they went to Earth. She was a little jealous of their closeness when they were younger since her brother had a close friend who wasn’t her and she wasn’t that close to anyone other than Krel.

Steve: So, are Douxie and Krel dating or...? Aja: Do not let Varvatos and Zadra here you ask that, and the answer is sort of. They’re in love with each other, but they can’t actually be together, and they think they’re being subtle as they flirt when they’re really just being infuriating.

Varvatos and Zadra eventually realize that Douxie and Krel have feelings for each other and (somewhat-sympathetically) try to lecture Douxie about how, as a non-royal, he is forbidden by the laws of Akiridion-V from ever having a romantic relationship with the King-in-Waiting... and that those laws are ones that, even when Krel finally becomes King as opposed to King-in-Wating, he and Aja alone would not have the power to change that. (They do not give this lecture to Steve since they don’t think his relationship with Aja will last long.)

Douxie and Krel go to the Deep together, and they have their first kiss after Krel breaks them both out of their fears by defeating Morando.

The two of them stay on Earth, realizing that Aja can take care of Akiridion-V and they can finally have the life they want together if they stay here. However, they need to go to Hex Tech to see if there’s any parts they can use to fix Ricky’s decapitation problem. Right as they finally get to the help desk, Zoe cuts in line in front of them to demand that Shannon provide shelter to herself, her master, her familiar, and the remaining Guardians of Arcadia.

[melodythefab]

Ok so I’m rewatching Tales of Arcadia with my family and we just finished 3 Below and I heard Nana Domzalski say when Toby goes to college she’ll go like on Akiridion with Vex, and I’m sorry, but now I want to write a college AU fic that’s just Toby and Krel going to college together. Toby majors in film, because he’s going to make the Kleb or Alive series real if it kills him. Krel, naturally, majors in Physics. The funniest thing about this idea to me is Krel Tarron existing in a college classroom. Like, he has to take a class on space for something, and he goes to his counselor like ‘I shouldn’t have to take this’ and his counselor is like ‘I’m sorry but otherwise you won’t have the prerequisites to take the more advanced classes’ and Krel just goes ‘I’m sorry, is BEING FROM ANOTHER PLANET not enough of a prerequisite for you?’ But, of course, since this is the American Education System, no, no it’s not, so he ends up having to take an entire semester-long class about space and I mean like the professor’s never even BEEN to space, so really, he should be the one teaching the class. At some point, the professor mentions how wormholes are theorized, but never really proven to be scientifically possible, and Krel just interrupts, mid-lecture, like the absolute mad lad he is, and goes ‘that’s not true’ and the professors like ‘oh really, and why do you say that?’ Like super sarcastically, and he just responds ‘I built one in what I believe you call junior year. It wasn’t that hard.’ And the professor’s like ‘bullshit’ and one random student’s just like ‘no hes right. Don’t you watch the news?’ And apparently the professor does not, and the student goes ‘yeah no that’s Krel Tarron of House Tarron of Akiridion-5. He’s literally a king. Like he’s royalty on another planet. What do you mean you didn’t know that I thought we just kind of silently agreed we weren’t going to talk about it’ and the professor’s like ‘stop fucking around were in class’ and so Krel just… drops his transduction. For their final exam, they have to write a paper and give a presentation on a planet of their choice outside of the solar system, and Krel actually doesn’t write his on Akiridion-5, but the other Student, who knew who he was, did, and they, very sheepishly, asks for Krel’s help. Turns out, the student, who is a very rad non-binary music Major who’s just here because they love space, is a bit of a fan of Akiridion-5. They’ve been learning about it and researching it since the defeat of Morando in Arcadia. They’re fast friends, and Krel happily helps this very cool person, and what better way to research Akiridion-5 than to visit? So he takes them to Akiridion-5, introduces them to Aja, who is flourishing in her leadership position, and everyone else, too, and they’re like losing their mind. The presentation goes great. They end up becoming quite the composer, and they end up working with Krel to compose the music for the Kleb or Alive series after they all graduate. Krel doesn’t do the whole romance thing, and they agree, but more than friends? More than friends is fine. QPR acquired.

Anyways, I think I got a little (read: a lot) carried away, I just think the idea is neat.

[taags-old-account]

Krel Tarron is the Tales Of Arcadia version of Tony Stark in this essay I will-

@honeyxmonkey

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OK I BINGED THE FIRST TWO IRON MAN MOVIES LAST NIGHT AND NOW I HAVE THOUGHTS

GUARDIANS OF ARCADIA AU:

So I'm not entirely sure how Krel gets to earth or if he's still Akaridion. I have some ideas for that I'll list below but I haven't thought out that part entirely yet

Morando attacks Akaridion-5 a lot sooner (like Aja and Krel are babies). King Fialkov and Queen Coranda are in a rush trying to get both Aja and Krel to earth. Aja wanting to be the warrior she is manages to sneak away during the chaos leaving Krel on earth alone.

Maybe there is some semi/permanent transduction kind of but IDK

either way somebody finds baby Krel. Meanwhile, The King and Queen manage to fend off Morando. But no longer know where Krel is due to the transductions and being taken in by humans.

So they presume Krel dead when he's actually fine

BUT ONTO THE PARTS I THOUGHT OUT MORE

Krel basically becomes the Tony Stark of TOA.

Though he's not a playboy. (Krel is aroace and I'll fight anybody who denies it.)

Mary is the Pepper Potts and they are basically besties. IDK who could be Rhodey because I already have ideas for Eli so *INSERT OC HERE*

Who is Obediah Stane? IDK. (I CAN'T FIGURE OUT HIS NAME AUTOCORRECT IS NO HELP)

Krel does get kidnapped and finds out that he's an alien. His core is damaged and somehow the kidnappers manage to keep him semi alive (IN COMES THE ARC REACTOR HEHEHHEHEHEHE)

So he breaks out etc. And manages to put back on the human transduction again.

*creates suit blah blah blah* (Though much more A-5 themed with the black and blue.)

Just for fun I think Krel should get a spear. (He lasted a decent amount of time using a spear against Varvatos. And it's also aesthetically pleasing so...)

In the end, he reveals that he's Iron Man (Though is he? Is there a different name we could use?)

And Mary find out he's alien.

THAT'S JUST MOVIE 1

MOVIE 2 BELOW:

Fury's Busiest Week TM

I'm going to go with palladium poisoning cause it works

Aja comes down with the serrator that she just CANNOT pull out of the rock.

She meets Steve and Eli. Two scientists and she gets together with Steve.

The reason she came down in the first place was that Morando had found a way to knock her down into a ship and send her off. So now she's on earth

Omen = Destroyer

Shall we create an OC for Loki's place or do we use Varvatos or Morando...?

Claire is Natasha, IDK who Fury or Coulson would be...

But the same events happen in both movies (Thor and Iron Man 2)

I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS

[akozuheiwa]

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I have like over 80 AUs so I'm gonna tell you about FOUR OF THEM since you sent four emojis, I'm sorry and it's under the cut cause it got long

Fanfic Idea Ask

1: Arthurian Aliens AU: Set in wiz-fic verse aka my versions of Arthuriana, this AU shifts the timeline back to the time of Camelot. Aja and Krel, along with Varvatos and Luug, are dropped right into the forest surrounding Camelot, where they reunite with their long-lost great-aunt Iros (an OC I reference in wiz-fic), become friends with Crown Princess Anna and Prince Mordred, and get sucked righ into the behind-the-scenes war and betrayal that will eventually lead to Arthur's death (or will it?).

2: Dark Fialkov AU: After his wife falls in battle, King Fialkov of Akiridion-5 becomes a ruthless leader and conqueror of planets, so that none will be able to hurt his family again. He detests and squashes his daughter's love of combat and nourishes his son technological skills. So Krel works with Morando in order to create deadly tech for Akiridion-5, while Aja is heavily disillusioned with life on Akiridion-5 and her father as king.

3: Fae and Prince AU: In this AU, Aja and Krel are the princess and prince of the fae kingdom, and Steve and Seamus are the princes of the human kingdom. The humans and fae don't get along, neither trusts the other as far as they can throw them. Douxie is a changeling child, which basically means the fae found him in the forest, abandoned, and adopted him. Toby is the grandson of Duchess Domzalski so he's a noble, but his best friend is palace chef apprentice Jim. Jim is already dating Steve in secret at the beginning. Krel and Seamus meet in the forest and become friends, and eventually Seamus brings Steve and Jim and Krel brings Aja. The endgame is Space Camp and Stajim.

4: Internship AU: Seamus's internship at "space camp" is ACTUALLY a confidential internship with Area-49b. So Seamus very quickly finds out that Aja and Krel are aliens and very quickly switches sides to help them when he realises, oh, fuck, Kubritz thinks two teenagers are evil and she wants to experiment on them and I gotta save them. I actually have some of this written!

Anyway, hope you enjoyed this long-ass post of me rambling about AUs! Thanks for the ask!!!

[candiesstories]

Rules and Character List

•~RULES~•

•~WILL WRITE~•

S/O(significant other)

X Readers

Canon X Canon(depends on the ship)

Head cannons

Parent&Child scenarios

AU’s

•~WONT WRITE~•

To heavy of Angst

Minor x Adult

Incest

(Don’t even bother asking those last two because the answer will always be no)

NSFW (maybe in the future this will change, but as of now, nah)

•~CHARACTER LIST~•

•~TROLLHUNTERS~•

Aaarrrgghh

Angor Rot

Bagdwella

Blinky Galadrigal

Bular

Claire Nuñez

Darci Scott

Dictatious Galadrigal

Draal

Eli Pepperjack

Gunmar

Jim Lake Jr

Kanjigar

Mary Wang

Merlin

Morgana

Nomura

Otto Scaarbach

Queen Usurna

Seamus Johnson

Shannon Longhannon

Steve Palchuk

Walter Strickler

Toby Domzalski

Vendel

•~3 BELOW~•

Aja Tarron

Colonel Kubritz

Gaylen

Gwendolyn

Halcon

Izita

King Fialkov

Krel Tarron

Loth Saborian

Magmatron

Mothership

Queen Coranda

Seklos

Stuart

Tronos Madu

Val Morando

Varvatos Vex

Zadra

Zeron Alpha

Zeron Beta

Zeron Omega

•~WIZARDS~•

Douxie

Zoe

Lancelot

King Arthur/The Green Knight

Bellroc

Skrael

Nari

[ssiggss]

What happens to Vex's family in your villain AU???

I've gotten a few asks about this! I apologize that they are so DREADFULLY LATE that its RIDICULOUS.

So, V!Vex is incredibly selft-centered and has a major god-complex. This created a rift between him and his spouse, they had fights often and one day, after a particularly bad one, Vex goes to blow off steam.

He feels as though he's doing well for his family, able to protect them and support them through any means. His spouse is just being ungrateful.

When he comes back, his family is gone. His spouse had left him an explanation, telling him they couldn't do it anymore and they feared for themselves and their children while he was under the tyrannical king.

They feared his King, and they feared his charges.

So they left. Vex's house was destroyed on the inside, he felt abandoned and betrayed, desperate and angry.

So he hunted down Morando and struck a deal with him behind the King's back.

If Morando could find his spouse and his children , he would give Morando prized information.

Now, he was planning on killing Morando when he got what he wanted, but when he finally received the location he left Morando in the dust to go get them.

Morando never got the chance to tell him they didn't want to be found.

Vex ended up chasing them, and they drove into Akiridion wild lands, and crashing, not knowing how to navigate through it.

Vex returned with the weight of his dead family on his shoulders, knowing they died because they were trying to escape him.

If you asked him now what he would wish for if ever he could, it would be to fix that mistake.

[hoodie-2]

Hours had passed since the "math duel" and the sun had began its descent, setting the town ablaze with a warm orange glow. Krel had spent a portion of the evening exploring, or rather wandering, throughout more of the town, observing it's people. Many of the humans were out in pairs at this hour, some of the pairs had included smaller versions of themselves in whatever activities they were partaking in. He had spied a young pair of, well, human girls at the park, almost identical except in the tones of their skin and the color of their hair, and a pair of adults he assumed were their parents seated on a bench not far away, sitting at polar ends from each other on the bench conversing on their communication devices, otherwise leaving the two children on their own.

The girls themselves didn't appear perturbed or at all bothered by their parents behavior, more entertained by the images on the platform they made with the unusual writing untensils in their tiny hands. Well, all Earthly untensils were unusual in Krel's perspective; pencils, pens, markers, but ones that the two girls used were different even from those. These were maybe the length of an unused pencil but far thicker than a marker and... powdery? His head tipped as he watched one blow away part of her line, the colorful powder pushed into the air in one big gust, as she redrew the line. Her fairer toned sibling patted a hand on her clothes, a blue colored handprint left behind on the green fabric. Both girls took notice of the mark and giggled, the first girl Krel was watching pressed a hand to her own clothes and left a pink handprint similar to the other's blue. The action brought a smile to his face, it has been a while since that happened.

He eyed the girls' parents again. Would it be rude if he just started talking to the children? Their parents didn't seem to be very attentive at the moment. Doesn't that sound familiar? But he was curious about their weird, colorful writing tools. Hm, maybe if he just kept a decent distance as he spoke to them. He didn't want to come off as strange.

"Excuse me," he approached the girls, kneeling to their height at what he believed was a respectable distance. Both girls looked at him, shifting as if they were preparing to run at the first opportunity, Krel wasn't exactly surprised by the reaction seeing as a lot of the commercials on the picture box involved something called 'stranger danger' and he was, afterall, a stranger to them. But he pointed at their drawings, from a closer examination the colorful etchings turned out to be crude imitations of other Earth creatures, a lot of them with long ears and roundish tails and a few like clouds with legs. "What is that you are writing with?"

The wariness in their eyes wavered as they looked down at the drawings around them and then at the untensils in their hands.

"You mean chalk?" The yellow-haired one asked, pointing her free hand to the blue powdery stick she held.

"Chalk," Krel echoed thoughtfully. "And you, ah, draw with it?"

"Yea, dummy," her sister answered. "Haven't you used chalk before?" They gave him identical looks of confusion only someone their age could.

"No, actually, I haven't." Krel answered back quietly. "We don't have anything like 'chalk' where I am from." He looked down at their drawings again, noticing colors other than pink and blue, there was a yellow circle he figured was the sun judging by the green landscape below it and many other colorful dots he supposed were plants. His head tilted so the image wasn't completely upside down in his perspective. "You have some very pretty drawings."

"Do you want to try?" The yellow-haired girl asked, holding out her chalk stick to him.

He eyed the shrunken piece of blue in her open palm. "A- are you sure?"

"Sure!" The girl chirped, a smile spreading over her features, a matching one on her sister's as well. "We do this all the time, its fun."

Krel took the chalk from her, rolling it and turning it in his hand, blue powder stuck to his palm wherever it touched. He looked up to see the girl reach behind her sister and pull out another stick of chalk, purple this time. They went back to scribbling on the bricks around them. He watched as their creativity grew and spread, narrowly crossing over each other's work and somehow still blending together.

Looking down at the emptiness around him where their chalk hadn't yet touched. What would he draw, he wondered. Things considered artistic escaped him, even on his planet; he couldn't understand poetry, the closest he gets to crafting is inventing gadgets, even basic drawing on a telepad wasn't something he had much skill in. What could he draw? Well, shapes are pretty simple.

He started with a triangle, Earth's history was full of them according to Kubritz and her research teams. Ancient tombs and monuments to societies that have long since passed, the triangle was acknowledged as the strongest structure, those words rang true clearly. A square, the basic form of most present day structures; there wasn't anything too spectacular about it, a little more space than a triangle, sure but meh. Then a circle, a shape Krel was most familiar with, there wasn't a screen or viewing monitor in Akiridion-5 that did not have circles, and even then there were links that connected them to more circles. On Earth, circles meant unity to some and a means of 'alien' communication to others - Kubritz.

"Can't you draw?" The brown-haired girl asked as she crawled over to look at his work.

"I am not very talented." Krel admitted. "But drawing with chalk is fun."

"Try drawing your family." Her sister suggested as she joined them. "That helps me sometimes."

Krel hummed at that logic. It was sound enough, even if he was currently at odds with his family and it was an extremely delicate situation. But they are human children, it was probably best to go along with it.

He started with Aja, forcing himself to recall her human form; it wasn't perfect, especially since he was limited to one color but he knew. Next his mother, whose disguise he's only seen a handful of times so this may be a little more difficult. That was nothing to drawing his father. How does one draw face fur?

The girls giggled at the etching.

"That one looks like a monkey." The yellow-haired one pointed to his etching. His gaze roamed over the attempted drawing and felt laughter bubbling in his chest.

"It seems you are right." Oh, how was Krel going to look at his father's face without laughing now?

He looked around them, seeing that the sky was gradually getting darker, getting closer to the time that younglings would be taken back to their homes. The girls' parents were still occupied with their own priorities, poor girls.

"I suppose I should go," he sighed, giving back the chalk he was given, "you will be going home soon." Krel did not expect such saddened expressions at his words.

"Do you have to?" The brown-haired girl asked, watching him stand up.

"I'm afraid so." He dusted the blue powder on to his jeans. "But I'm sure we will see each other again."

"Really?" The yellow-haired girl asked excitedly.

"Of course," Krel chuckled. "I wander around when I have free time." He watched as they shared a look, tipping his head as they stood as well, the yellow-haired one picking up the blue chalk and holding it out to him again.

"My name's Abby," she said, bouncing a little on her heels as she shook the chalk at him.

"And I'm Gabby." Her sister added proudly. "You can have the blue one, then we can draw again next time. Right?"

A smile pulled at his lips again. It would be a shame to see their faces fall again in sadness. He took the chalk from Abby. "That sounds fun. My name is Krel, it was nice to meet you both."

They waved at him as he walked away, pocketing the chalk he was gifted. Maybe he can find out where they get it next time so he can obtain more himself. He admired the blue powder that tainted his palm, opening and closing his hand, it was somehow amusing how the color clung to his flesh. It was almost as if his real body was peering through, if only.

After a bit of wandering, the sky growing darker, and some of the street lights were blinking to life Krel found himself at a back alley behind some stores that surrounded the park, if his memory of the town map was correct. It was empty of any lifeform that was human as he stepped in, looking around at his surroundings carefully; four-legged creatures that he was told were cats saw his approach and ran off into hiding; even smaller creatures scurried away behind them, leaving Krel alone with the garbage bins of two different sizes, the walls of the buildings were clean aside from the occasional stain near the bins or moss that grew more toward the ground.

He wasn't sure what compelled him to do so but he pulled the piece of chalk from his pocket and wrote the equation from the math duel, following it with his correct work and answer. Satisfaction washed over him as he wrote his answer, the right answer, his original answer. He was still a bit stuck on his why's during the duel, he knew he did a good thing for Seamus so what did it matter anymore. Why did Seamus stare at him when it was over?

Krel's hand moved to write another equation, it was more complex but watching the letters and numbers come into being it made sense to him, it always made sense to him, similar to cataloging past events and his planning for the future. It was comforting as he continued the equation, spreading it further along the wall, blue clear against the red brick but still convoluted. Had he been less taken in with his work he probably would have felt more guilty about how much of the chalk he was using up. He didn't notice the approaching person behind him until they addressed him.

"Kubritz?"

Krel whipped around, instinctively taking up a defensive battle stance startling the newcomer. That was... Seamus? And was holding an item in each hand, they didnt seem to be weapons though so he could relax somewhat. Not completely though, he has noticed around the education prison that some human males in their age group tended to be, well, boorish and found amusement in harassing other males they perceived as weak, and Krel's human form unfortunately suited that perception. Primitive. He'll be sure to correct that.

"Uh... hey," Seamus waved one of the things he held, the action stiff. His eyes flicked beyond Krel, looking over the equations behind him. "What're you working on?" His gaze followed the equation to the start, lingering on the work shown. "Looks complicated."

"You have no idea." Krel wasn't trusting this interaction, not that there was any reason to.

"Hey- Look, you can relax, uh, whatever move that is," Seamus gestured to Krel's posture with whatever it was he held. "What is that anyway? Judo? Jujitsu?"

Krel eased his stance but kept a leery eye still on the human. "Nothing you have ever seen, I assure you." He answered in little more than a monotone.

"Ookay...?" The human coughed, taking a few meeger steps toward him with a hand extended outward. "You want a burrito? I dunno if you've eaten yet or anything but it's an idea right?" He gave a pitiful laugh as he stopped only a few feet away, the thing in his hand slumping over his fingers like it was trying to slip out of his grip.

As a being of energy, Krel had no need to consume organic materials, but he has been curious. On another hand Earth has a history in poisoning consumables for enemies, again not that it should affect him, maybe.

A sigh escaped Seamus, seeming to notice Krel's reluctance. "I just want to apologize for my behavior." He said, "You didn't deserve it. You earned the grade fair and square."

"I suppose I should say that I'm relieved you've gained some sense." Krel retorted, not completely convinced.

"Okay... I earned that." Krel saw Seamus' grip tighten around the 'burrito', his restraint was admirable. "But you didn't have to let me win, so why did you?"

Krel finally took the burrito, examining it for a moment before tearing the aluminum wrapping like he's seen other humans do and bite into it. The texture was strange, soft, soggy; the taste was savory, it was weird feeling the crunch of vegetables but overall it wasn't bad but he didn't have much in expectations, so, another point for Earth.

"Wanna sit?" Seamus gestured to the the sidewalk. Krel didn't object, taking another bite of his burrito and joining him on the cold cement just a yard or so from a flickering lamppost.

"I had nothing to gain," he answered finally, getting a startled look, "from winning the math duel. Nothing to lose either, unlike you."

The human's head ducked almost sheepishly. He must have recalled how loud his father was in bellowing their agreement. If it could have been called that.

"Again, I'm sorry," he declared. "My dad just has high expectations. Very high."

"Understandable."

"Is it really?"

Krel frowned at him. "Just because my parents are not present does not mean I don't have my own problems with them."

Seamus' face turned even more guilt ridden. "R-right, sorry," he stammered, a red hue spreading over his features. He was quiet for a moment, taking large distracting bites of his own burrito. The silence allowed Krel a moment to gather his thoughts about the present situation, and possibly plan for what could happen next. Maybe he could somehow make Seamus an ally, like Aja had with the majority of their peers, to keep his disguise here. It certainly would make things easier than researching every tidbit about this mudball to blend in while Morando outsources the search for Gaylen's core. The question was how to do so.

"You," Seamus spoke up again, breaking the silence between them, "you came from a warring country, right, like Aja Tarron and her family?"

The words brought a bitter curl to his lips. Her family, may as well be, ironic, consider she used to run away from her family at every opportunity.

"Yes," Krel answered softly. "Maybe even the same country, if luck would have it." Some luck that would be.

"What happened? I-if you don't mind me asking."

The expression on Seamus' face was different from before; softer, solemn, perhaps even sympathetic. It's been a clear background to his class that Krel escaped from a war torn country with no family besides Morando who was discharged due to injury during the fight. Could this be the opportunity he needed to make Seamus his ally? To make a 'friend'? In one quote Krel had heard, he now understood. When opportunity knocks, it would be wise to open the door.

"I-it all happened so fast," Krel began, quickly coming up with details to twist the story from the traumatic reality. "It happened on the coronation day for the royal heirs; my parents both had high political and military positions so my sister and I were allowed good seats to see the crowning," he kept his voice low, allowing some of the emotion he kept at bay to fill his words, "everyone was excited, we all had high hopes. The princess hadn't made her appearance yet when the attack happened." Krel swallowed thickly as the real memory came to mind. The running, his parents ordering him and Zadra to find Aja, falling behind, and being left behind. "It was chaos; people were running everywhere, trying to find each other and to find shelter, soldiers and their weapons, the cannon fire..." his eyes were leaking again, it was too much already with so little spoken. What was wrong with him? "I- I was too slow, my... my parents- my sister, gah, what is wrong with me?" He took the fabric of his shirt, quickly trying to wipe away the streaming liquid, his chest felt heavy, his core ached. Krel hadn't felt like this since he first found Aja and their parents on Earth. His head hurt.

A hand touched his shoulder making him freeze up. "It's okay." Seamus' voice was calm, relaxing even. "You've been through a lot, huh?"

Krel sniffed, trying to regain some composure before answering. "You have no idea."

[krelboom]

HP AU - Part 2

shoutout to @ginyang98 with the magical creature Aja and Krel idea and @fragoia for Blinky and AAARRRGGHH to be like Hagrid to the trio 

warning this is long and gets ramblely

So basically Akiridions are a magical creatures

Which go between their what they call Full Form and their Human form

When they are in their human form they are pretty much just wizards with a bit more strength

Their wizarding abilities are stronger in their human forms

But they have an entirely different way of magic that they can do ONLY in their full forms

Akiridions are born in their full form and can pretty easily as children start to switch form at will

Their full forms are similar to their alien forms in canon but i might change a few things to make them seem more magical than alien

Cores are a thing too

Akiridions can be found all other the world but the major population is in a the Forest of Cantaloupia in Europe

To muggles the Forest of Cantaloupia is dangerous and with the help of little magic no one gets in their, even wizards

Akiridions are pretty secretive so they are not widely known in the wizarding world

King Fialkov and Queen Coranda are the rulers of Cantaloupia

Cantaloupia is a very tree based city as it is hidden in a forest which Aja loves and Krel hates

Even though they are called King and Queen royalty works differently for the Akiridions

Basically the Royal family stays royal until another family tries to challenge them for the title

It’s very long process and is normally handled democratically

Morando once tried to do this was declined, tried to kill the royal family in anger and was banished for life

They have a magical force field like canon which gets disabled by Varvatos seeking peace but ends up full on coup

Only Aja, Krel, Varvatos and Luug escape with the King and Queen’s cores

With nowhere to go Varvatos thinks of an old friends of his who works in the ‘safest place in the world’

His old friends are History of Magic professor Blinky and groundskeeper AAARRRGGHH

Cores when placed in a Cantaloupian tree begin to regenerate the Akiridion 

The Akiridions have only two seeds and begin to grow the trees in the Forbidden forest in secret

Blinky and AAARRRGGHH are trolls which are magical creatures made of stone who DON’T get killed by sunlight, they have no wizarding like abilities (wands and such) but have their own troll magic 

Blinky and AAARRRGGHH do not have Hogwarts houses as they never attended Hogwarts only teach but if they did Blinky would be a Ravenclaw and AAARRRGGHH would be Hufflepuff

With Blinky and AAARRRGGHH’s help Varvatos gets the siblings set up at Hogwarts as thankfully it was late August so they could start in September like everyone else

Posing as exchange students (which in their alternate version of Hogwarts has, so no ones suspicious and many people join Hogwarts not in their first year and there is even been some sorting in March for late comers so its not weird at all)

Almost immediately Aja is sorted into Gryffindor almost immediately

She loves DADA and Herbology

She’s also a beater on the Gryffindor’s quidditch team

Aja beats (and i mean literally) fellow Gryffindor Steve Palchuck in the quidditch team tryouts

Krel takes a long time and is a Hatstall but finally he is sorted into Slytheirn 

Unlike Aja he doesn’t find as many passions at Hogwarts but he enjoys helping out Professor Janeth with the Frog Choir as even though he’s not a singer he loves music 

Varvatos gets a job as a caretaker (like Filtch)

He dominates in the teachers lounge at wizarding chess

No one knows what kind of magical creature Luug is

Aja just found him in the forest and was like he’s ours now and that’s it

Professor Uhl who was previously Head of Hufflepuff and teacher of Muggle Studies is the Headmaster

Sir Lawrence is the flying instructor and quidditch referee

Professor Strickler who even though has been gunning for the History of Magic teaching job is the potions teacher 

He’s a changeling, a sub species of troll who have a human form and in that human form they can perform witchcraft and wizardry 

Professor Janeth is the Arithmancy teacher

Professor Nomura is the Study of Ancient Runes teacher

Professor Draal is the DADA teacher 

Nomura and Draal run the duelling club

Professor Scaarbach is the Transfiguration teacher 

Madam Bagdwella runs the Three Gyres pub in Hogsmead

Steve is a Gryffindor from a pureblood family 

Eli is a muggleborn Ravenclaw

After finding out wizards and so many other things are real he’s like ‘if i was right right about that maybe i’ll be right about this!’ and uses magic to help find the existence of aliens

Mary is a Slytherin

Shannon too

Darci is a Hufflepuff , her dad is a Auror

Also because im trash Jim is half changeling on his dad’s side and is expected to go through changeling puberty soon (i have no idea okay i just wanted everyone to be their their canonical species so jim being part troll makes sense)

Blinky becomes Jim’s surrogate dad at some point and AAARRRGGHH is everyone’s uncle 

Toby sneaks out to AAARRRGGHH’s hut sometimes 

Professor Uhl tries to stop Luug coming as he isnt a Cat, Toad or Owl but after one conversation with Aja and Krel he’s like scratch that i will now die for that magical dog thing  

Uhl’s protronus is his truck Suzanne

Also I have 3Below plot but not really a Trollhunters plot at the moment which annoys me because I want to think about team Trollhunters at Hogwarts Shenanigans

[trollmarket-dog]

I absolutely LOVE the 3below Forest King AU designs because they look just too cute for words. ^-^ I know that you probably aren't going to write anything or expand it but I was just curious as to how Morando or Stuart would look. Sorry if I'm bothering you or wasting your time. 💙I love your artwork💙

Ironically it’s not actually my AU! It’s something that my partner has been writing on and off. Morando I can’t give a design to due to spoilers for the eventual fic, Stuart I have no idea what his design is like probably cuz my datemate hasn’t uhhh mentioned his race or if he’s in the story yet haha. 

[yellowmagicalgirl]

23 + Vexando please? (if you’re still doing this)

23. A kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating.

This takes place in an AU where Varvatos remained on Akiridion-V after the coup and became Morando's consort.

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Morando's kiss is sweet and tastes like alvirest berries. They're a luxury for a common soldier, and yet Varvatos's wife would save up to make cakes with them for their children's birthdays. Those cakes were dense and dry. The berries were sparse throughout the cake. But they were made carefully, with love for their children.

The cake served to King Morando and his consort is bursting with flavor. It is light and airy, and yet it remains moist. The cake has multiple layers, and holding each layer together is a thick spread of alvirest jam.

Morando's kiss is sweet, and Varvatos lets that overpower the guilt, if only for a mekron.

50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts

[fefefernandes80]

O lugar de cada um

Miyong e o filho Anthony, 1993

Em 1993, Dana Lixenberg visitou pela primeira vez o conjunto habitacional chamado Imperial Courts, construído em 1944, no bairro Watts, em Los Angeles. O objetivo era registrar a destruição e a reconstrução do lugar, após os protestos raciais que eclodiram com a absolvição dos policiais envolvidos no espancamento do motorista Rodney King, em 1992.

Com retratos em preto e branco, Lixenberg desfaz os estereótipos de violência, pobreza e segregação racial, e individualiza os moradores, acompanhando suas trajetórias.

Ao voltar a Imperial Courts pela primeira vez depois de 15 anos, a fotógrafa reencontrou personagens com quem tinha estabelecido laços e conheceu seus filhos e netos. A comunidade, no entanto, deixara de ser notícia sem que as promessas de combate à injustiça social e à violência policial tivessem sido cumpridas. A seguir, Lixenberg explica o projeto e a importância que ganhou em sua carreira.

Pieter Hugo: Oi, Dana. Como foi seu dia?

Dana Lixenberg: Legal. Ando me sentindo exausta. Há anos que não faço uma pausa. Acabei de me mudar de volta para a Holanda e reformei a casa onde cresci. Tem muita coisa rolando ao mesmo tempo. Estou imprimindo fotos novas da série Imperial Courts que não tinha conseguido revelar antes.

Como você come��ou a tirar fotos?

Terminei o colégio com 17 anos e fui para Nova York ser au pair por um ano. Ali fiz meu primeiro curso de fotografia, um curso noturno na Parsons School of Design. E me apaixonei. Soube disso quando revelei minha primeira fotografia na sala escura. Eu achava que ia estudar psicologia. Meu pai era artista e minha mãe era uma pessoa criativa, mas eu não imaginava que também ia seguir uma carreira criativa. Ao mesmo tempo, não estava muito interessada em entrar numa universidade. Sempre assisti a muitos filmes. Não lembro de querer especificamente virar fotógrafa, achava que era preciso ter muita técnica para trabalhar com fotografia. Alguns caras da minha sala do colégio sabiam usar um fotômetro, mas parecia complicado demais. Depois percebi que a parte técnica pode ser aprendida rapidamente, mas não é isso que importa.

Foi um longo processo. Voltei para a Holanda. Depois, fui para a faculdade de artes no London College of Printing, por dois anos, não terminei e quis voltar para a Holanda, porque já estava morando fora havia três anos. Então voltei para Amsterdã, trabalhei com uma fotógrafa por um tempo e fiz mais dois anos de aulas na Gerrit Rietveld Academie, que na época não era um lugar inspirador. Não terminei essa também. No ano em que eu tinha de fazer um estágio para ter alguma experiência de trabalho, voltei para Nova York, seis anos depois de ter morado lá pela primeira vez, e acabei ficando. Trabalhei como assistente freelance por dois anos e comecei a fazer trabalho editorial para publicações holandesas. Aos poucos, repararam no meu trabalho na Holanda, e fui convidada a participar de um festival de fotografia em Naarden. Queria fazer uma série nova para mostrar lá. No ano anterior, em 1992, eu tinha estado em Los Angeles para trabalhar em uma matéria do semanário holandês Vrij Nederland. Fiz um ensaio fotográfico sobre a reconstrução do centro-sul de Los Angeles depois dos protestos raciais. Foi isso que plantou a semente desse projeto. Senti que precisava voltar.

Os caras da Associação Black Carpenters, que conheci enquanto fazia a matéria, me apresentaram a Tony “TB” Bogard, ex-líder de gangue (da PJ Watts Crips) que tinha se tornado pacifista. De início, eu queria fazer retratos de membros de gangues porque havia uma mitologia da cultura das gangues muito forte na mídia, muito sensacionalista, e a comunidade parecia inacessível. Mas acabei conseguindo uma bolsa na Holanda. Faltava pouco tempo para o festival. Também fui apresentada a Malik, amigo de Tony, e eles me interrogaram pra valer. Fizeram mil perguntas, não sabiam o que pensar de mim. Uma das coisas que perguntaram foi: “Você não é uma dessas cientistas sociais, é?”. E a pergunta que ficou comigo: “O que a gente ganha com isso?”. Respondi que só conseguia mostrar como seria minha abordagem no projeto. Decidi que queria fazer essa série com uma câmera de grande formato, que nunca tinha usado, mas cada vez mais eu usava um tripé para os meus retratos e, como isso já trazia uma formalidade ao processo, foi um passo muito natural começar a usar uma câmera 4 × 5. Aluguei uma e fiz um teste com um dos caras que trabalhavam para TB. Ainda um pouco relutante, o rapaz disse que queria trabalhar comigo. Ele era de Imperial Courts, que é um dos conjuntos habitacionais mais antigos de Watts. Tem o Jordan Downs, o Nickerson Gardens e o Imperial Courts. Tony estava morando na casa da mãe, a dez minutos de Imperial Courts.

Voltei a Los Angeles poucos meses depois, em março de 1993. Com a bolsa, comprei uma nova câmera, uma Wista 4 × 5, e tinha um mês para produzir o material que seria exibido menos de dois meses depois, um prazo bem apertado. Eu não fazia ideia de como seria. Quando voltei, senti que Tony queria dar para trás; acho que ficou sem graça de aparecer comigo na frente dos amigos, ficava adiando. Becky, a namorada dele, me apoiou muito, somos amigas até hoje. Um dia ele precisou de uma carona; não dirigia mais porque estava manco, tinha tomado um tiro um tempo antes. Levei-o até Imperial Courts; ele saiu do carro e me deixou ali parada, aí me empurrou o amigo Andre, que tinha acabado de sair da cadeia. Andre precisava de trabalho e se interessava por fotografia, então virou meu assistente. Isso foi numa época anterior aos celulares. Eu disse ok, e combinamos de nos encontrar em um parquinho no dia seguinte ou no outro. Ficaria ali e aos poucos conheceria gente.

Tony achava que ninguém ia querer aparecer numa foto, havia muita desconfiança em relação à mídia. Eu precisava mostrar que não estava apenas de passagem, e para isso precisava ficar um tempo por lá. Além disso, tinha a maneira como eu trabalhava com a câmera de grande formato, fazendo testes com polaroides, que eu dava para as pessoas. Acho que viram que eu era diferente. Foi na época do novo julgamento dos quatro policiais do Departamento de Polícia de Los Angeles; a cidade vivia um momento intenso e todos estavam preocupados com novos distúrbios violentos.

Quantos dias acabou passando lá?

 Um mês, foi quase uma semana inteira até Tony finalmente me levar com ele. Então foram praticamente três semanas em 1993. Levei 15 anos para voltar com a câmera. Retomei o projeto em 2008, e voltei todos os anos até 2015, acrescentando camadas, como gravações de áudio e vídeo. Não era minha intenção original fazer um acompanhamento. Depois da primeira viagem, levei fotos impressas e mantive contato com os moradores ao longo dos anos. Em 1999, fiz uma exposição em Los Angeles com o material de 1993, e uma equipe de filmagem foi comigo porque estava fazendo um documentário sobre o meu trabalho para a televisão holandesa. Eles filmaram a resposta do público ao ensaio de 1993. E passei a perceber ou vivenciar o que o meu trabalho significava para a comunidade, porque a história das fotos começou a se expandir.

Algumas das pessoas haviam morrido, outras estavam na cadeia ou tinham sido presas e depois saído da prisão. Tony, o último que fotografei em 1993, porque ele não quis ser fotografado antes, morreu menos de um ano depois, assassinado em Imperial Courts por alguém de sua própria gangue. Foi o fim de uma era, porque ele era o último desse tipo de líder. Havia também uma trégua entre os Crips e os Bloods, e ele tinha se envolvido bastante com isso. Com essa trégua, a guerra entre gangues foi um pouco apaziguada, mas a violência prosseguia, de forma diferente, e muitas pessoas continuavam sendo assassinadas.

Depois que mostrei meu trabalho no festival de fotografia holandês, voltei para Nova York, onde alguém me falou de uma revista nova de estilo de vida e música black chamada Vibe. Um amigo conhecia alguém lá e contatou o talentoso editor de fotografia George Pitts, que acabou se tornando um amigo próximo. Pitts morreu dois dias após a abertura da exposição da Deutsche Börse na Photographers’ Gallery, em Londres, mas aquele encontro foi um momento de virada do meu trabalho nos Estados Unidos, porque eles publicaram um portfólio das fotos de Imperial Courts. Como eu não queria que o trabalho fosse apresentado num contexto jornalístico, publicaram um poema de um autor afro-americano sobre as pessoas de Watts. Ficou elegante. A partir daí, começaram a me contratar para matérias grandes – até então só tinha publicado uma fotinho do tamanho de um selo na Entertainment Weekly. Uma das primeiras coisas que fiz para eles foi a matéria de capa sobre o rapper Tupac Shakur. A Vibe era uma boa plataforma para o meu trabalho, para minha visão das coisas e para meus retratos. Então passei a colaborar com outras revistas, como a New York Times Magazine, a Rolling Stone e a New Yorker.

Quando comecei a trabalhar como fotógrafo, houve um período maravilhoso em que havia verba para os trabalhos e era possível mergulhar neles, demorar, o processo todo era bem mais lento, porque usávamos filme. Em algum momento, houve uma quebra no mercado, e as revistas deixaram de ter dinheiro. Como navegou nesse ambiente? Como partiu da produção própria para trabalhos encomendados e para o mercado de arte, onde está agora?

Fui capaz de aprimorar a criatividade do meu trabalho, e a técnica, através de encomendas editoriais, que eu tratava quase como se fossem projetos pessoais. Estava disposta a fazer muitos trabalhos comissionados, porque era uma maneira de conhecer o país e me expor a temas diversos. Muitas ideias dos meus projetos vieram de encomendas. Enxerguei todas aquelas fotos como peças de um quebra-cabeça em diferentes camadas, que compunham meu lar adotivo. Sempre tentei ser fiel a mim mesma ao aceitar encomendas e não via diferença entre fazer uma fotografia para uma publicação badalada, como a revista Dazed and Confused, e para uma mais tradicional, como a Newsweek. Minha abordagem era igual. Eu usava a mesma câmera 4 × 5 e o mesmo tipo de filme.

Minhas primeiras exposições foram, sobretudo, em museus da Holanda, onde eu também imprimia e publicava meus livros. E logo mergulhava de volta nos trabalhos encomendados, que ajudavam a financiar meus projetos. Nos últimos anos minha prática mudou, e meu foco tem estado, acima de tudo, nos projetos pessoais. Trabalhar com revistas já não me inspira tanto. Mas mantenho a porta aberta.

Então você é uma mulher holandesa morando nos Estados Unidos, fotografando principalmente a cultura do hip-hop.

Não é só isso. Meus retratos do Tupac e do Biggie se tornaram…

Icônicos…

Essas fotos ficaram bastante famosas com o passar dos anos, apareceram por todo lado. Recentemente, me envolvi em um processo de violação de direitos autorais por causa de um uso comercial não autorizado dessas fotos. Depois de um ano e meio, o caso finalmente teve um  desfecho  satisfatório. Os detalhes são confidenciais, mas foi um processo grande, porque usaram muito as fotos. Fotografei vários artistas de hip-hop.

Queria entrar na sua psicologia como holandesa que se mudou para os Estados Unidos, que recebeu encomendas que a levam para lugares que você não frequentaria. O que pensava na época?

Imperial Courts é uma parte importante da minha vida. Sempre digo para as pessoas que tem a minha cidade natal, Amsterdã, tem Nova York e tem Imperial Courts. Com essa série, em 1993, encontrei minha voz como fotógrafa.

Tem algo de reconfortante no seu trabalho que soa humanista, e não como o clichê da famosa exposição A família do homem (1955). Podemos chamar de pulso? Você tem um objetivo quando faz seus retratos ou apenas deixa a experiência ocorrer? O que a faz voltar sempre a essa forma?

Há alguns anos, estava um pouco cansada de retratos e fiz um projeto em Amsterdã chamado Set de Amsterdã; eu chamaria de retratos de interiores e locações, sem pessoas. Era sobre como deixamos coisas para trás e como damos novas formas a elas. É como voltar de uma viagem longa e de repente ver o espaço em que mora com um olhar novo e enxergar tudo que há de errado. Gostei daquilo porque precisava de uma pausa para trabalhar em silêncio. Foi um exercício de observação atenta e de composição.

Candis, Tinae, Jasmine e Mitika, 2009

Retratos são intensos, eles são mentalmente cansativos.

Nunca senti isso em Imperial Courts. Sempre estou inspirada lá. Ainda gosto de fazer trabalhos comissionados, às vezes é entusiasmante ser jogada num mundo diferente, num novo cenário, mas, se não posso dar tudo de mim, prefiro não fazer. Em Imperial Courts, o objetivo é outro, é criar uma obra que seja capaz de reverberar. De alguma forma, mostro algo que não foi visto. Os moradores de lá não são invisíveis na comunidade, mas a comunidade é invisível. Toda essa questão da história da escravidão e das relações raciais nos Estados Unidos define o país. É quase impossível morar lá e não ficar preocupada com o que está acontecendo. Foi um processo de aprendizagem sobre o que ocorre no país, mas, ao mesmo tempo, ao tirar esses retratos, não penso nessas questões políticas, é algo latente. Quando você fica um tempo num lugar e começa a descascar as camadas, passa a ver as coisas por trás; é assim que se começa a crescer. Não dá para planejar fazer algo antes, caso contrário seria como preencher lacunas. Eu nem sabia que…

Que ia virar esse grande projeto.

Isso. Um jornalista na Holanda escreveu uma resenha muito boa sobre a exposição Imperial Courts no Huis Marseille, um museu de fotografia privado que fica em uma casa antiga no canal de Amsterdã. Mas ele escreveu sobre a história dessa família que era dona da casa, que ficou rica por causa do tráfico de escravos, e questionou o contexto desses retratos na parede. Por um lado, é importante que esses retratos tenham sido exibidos naquelas salas e estejam naquelas paredes.

Elas criam um diálogo.

Esses personagens merecem estar nas paredes de um museu para reivindicar um espaço.

Como é o processo de fazer um retrato, a relação entre a parte técnica e o resultado, a expectativa dos fotografados, o que você imagina antes e que obrigação sente ter?

Gosto quando as pessoas se sentem confortáveis.

Festa de aniversário, 2009

Você acha que as pessoas simplesmente se mostravam para você?

Não é como se eu só ficasse parada e tudo se encaixasse. Às vezes eu tinha que fazer algo para tirar os caras dali, dos amigos, levá-los até a esquina para evitar distrações. Como não usei iluminação extra nessa série, era importante encontrar a melhor condição de luz natural e também levar em conta o fundo, o padrão repetitivo desse conjunto habitacional.

Tinha que encontrar algo capaz de criar o ambiente certo e a luz onde pudesse me concentrar, o espaço onde poderia ter uma troca honesta com as pessoas. Gastei muito tempo passeando em Imperial Courts e reencontro alguns moradores quando volto. Viramos amigos. Mas outros fotografei sem trocar palavra. A câmera de grande formato e o tripé criam certa formalidade no processo. Dou um passo para trás do retratado porque não quero invadir demais o espaço de alguém, mas, quando você está realmente prestando atenção ao fotografado, é um processo muito íntimo, uma colaboração. Com sorte algo mágico acontece. Pelo menos é a minha experiência.

É difícil explicar o processo por trás de um retrato que captura o olhar? Estou fazendo uma pergunta impossível.

Verdade. O que é interessante nos retratos é que você está informado sobre as pessoas, há uma história maior por trás, há um ambiente e coisas acontecendo, mas você também procura algo que seja capaz de reconhecer, alguma coisa mais pessoal. Você se projeta bastante no retratado e procura essa conexão. É algo que talvez se possa observar naquela pessoa, mas que não dá para explicar em palavras. O que é interessante é essa intensidade, que me faz pensar: será que isso representa a pessoa? Mas, uma vez que você tira uma foto e ela é revelada, a foto não muda, e a pessoa continua vivendo, ela muda. Espero que as imagens capturem algo de verdadeiro para a pessoa também, algo dela que seja interessante. Com sorte isso se torna visível e leva o espectador a olhar demoradamente uma imagem, pois há uma história encapsulada nela. E, se você olha por tempo suficiente, percebe que os caras queriam mostrar seus símbolos.

A última frase é a melhor para encerrar o assunto.

Sobre responsabilidade com a comunidade, sempre penso nessa questão. Um pouco mal resolvida. O trabalho teve muito reconhecimento, e eles nem sabem disso. Para mim, foi importante o livro ter saído antes da exposição no Huis Marseille, em dezembro de 2015. Imprimimos uma edição de 500 exemplares para a comunidade, o mesmo livro com um texto dourado na contracapa. Organizamos um churrasco; foi o melhor lançamento de livro que já fiz. Foi maravilhoso entregar os livros nas mãos das pessoas e ouvir as reações delas. Ainda não encontrei todo mundo, mas os livros estão lá para todos os que participaram do projeto. Para mim, é algo concreto. Sempre digo que, se não conseguir mais trabalhos, sei que posso ficar na esquina fazendo retratos. Algumas pessoas em Imperial Courts chegaram a me dizer que queriam pagar para que eu fizesse o retrato delas. Dá para fazer isso com a fotografia. Em um nível muito básico, é um serviço que você pode prestar.

Solé, 2013

Sim, pois também realiza um desejo do fotografado.

É. Vejo o livro como um registro da história deles. Em parte, foi feito para eles, e parece ser muito importante para eles. A confiança que desenvolvemos é algo que não posso dar de barato. Eu me liguei à comunidade de um jeito como não me liguei a outros projetos. Foram 22 anos da minha vida. Eles me viram envelhecer, me viram engordar e comentavam: “Querida, você está cheinha. Eu me lembro de quando você era magricela”. Acho isso bonito. Muita coisa aconteceu.

Tem algo de especial na arte do retrato com tal intimidade. Tem um momento em que você pode transcender a classe social, a história e o espaço. É difícil explicar essa conexão e essa tangibilidade entre as pessoas.

É muito difícil verbalizar isso. É algo que não dá para descrever direito. Essa é a beleza, cada fotógrafo tira um retrato diferente. ///

  Matéria publicada originalmente na ZUM #14 em abril de 2018

Tradução do inglês de Antônio Xerxenesky.

Imagens: Cortesia de Dana Lixenberg.

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Dana Lixenberg, Imperial Courts. Amsterdã: Roma Publications, 2015.

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