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[lithi]

Athy you are so silly

[stalpra-and-100-fandoms]

Little Voices in My Head | Who Made Me A Princess

[Part 1]

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Before I begin, I want to say two things: Hi, it's been a while. I hope you all are alright. And this story doesn't take place in the canon setting of WMMAP. It takes place in the world of Emperor's Treasured Son, an amazing fanfic written by Celena Noelle. Please read that before proceeding. My story will be diverging from it from chapter 15 onwards.

Also unrelated but the fancy dividers will look weird on mobile, so, if it happens to bother you, please read on pc/laptop.

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Even after so many years, Claude was somehow still distant towards Athanasia. At times, it even felt like he was being cold to her. Athanaris tried to talk to him about it, but Claude refused to address the matter.

However, Athan could almost understand. Claude, being as protective as he is, didn't like how his son took hits for both Diana and Athanasia.

Nevertheless, he tried to bring it up whenever he could, once mentioning that Athy was as much his child as he was. At this, Claude only stared at him blankly. "Father, please don't tell me you don't consider her your daughter!" "Athan, I think it's time for your lessons." "Father!" "There now, you don't want to be late."

Powerless in this situation, Athanaris left the room, huffing.

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Athanasia, on the other hand, was trying to brave it through and prayed that she'll be alright. Knowing how "The Lovely Princess" ended, she was scared that the plot was just recovering itself after 7 years worth of filler. (counting from when she was 5)

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The last straw fell on a completely unremarkable afternoon. The emperor and his children were in his study when he noticed that someone was waiting outside the room. Claude opened the door with magic and said with venom, "I will not have anyone eavesdropping in on my precious break time. Leave. Don't show your face unless I summon you." Athan was absently listening while reading a book and Athy was looking at the door while all this transpired. But as soon as she turned her head back, she saw the emperor looking at her as well.

Only then did it occur to her that those words might apply to her as well.

"Oh my goodness," she started, causing her brother to raise his head, "I completely forgot about my books by the window. I need to get them," Athan offered to help but she politely declined and sped out of the room.

Athan realised that for the first time, in all the years he's known her, Athy's emotions were natural and honest. And she was honestly frightened. He glanced toward his father to get a clue but all he saw was a nonchalant face looking at the door.

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Athanasia ran to her chambers and dropped onto her bed, clutching her pillows and heaving slightly. Surely this means nothing, right? Maybe Papa's in a bad mood today. He just needs to have some peace of mind. After all, he hates nosy people-

She then recalled the startling lack of maids on her way to the Emerald Palace. Am I already being neglec- no, no, no, slapping herself a bit, she decided to ask Lily who was in the next room to hers.

"I heard that Alpheus House requested an audience with His Majesty. They brought a young lady with them this one which is why some of the maids were- Your Highness, are you alright?" The girl had turned pale even before Lillian could finish.

Gripping the back of a chair, she implored in a faint voice, "Lily, can you tell me her name?" Unsure still, Lily replied hesitantly, "I believe they introduced her as Jeanette Marga- Athanasia!"

The princess had collapsed in the chair.

Athanasia could only think of one sentence and it was forming in her mind at a painfully slow pace. ‌ Yep, the plot is recovering itself ‌

"Athy, can you hear me?" "Yeah Lily, I'm okay," Athy said as she got up, "I'll be in my room, so please don't worry," "Are you-" "I'm fine, I'm fine," the girl said a little firmly.

She was not.

She stood shaking against her mirror, pressing her hands on her chest in an attempt to calm down.

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Some time had passed and seeing that no one called for her, Athanasia changed into a plain tartan dress and slipped into a whipcord jacket.

She teleported herself to the market. Despite the blazing sun, Athy still felt a bit cold and figured some shaved ice will bring her back to reality. The honeyed shaved ice was just forming in front of her eyes when a pair of hands pulled her away into an alley.

Her eyes were quick to adjust and the kidnapper seemed to be a mix of the emperor and the Royal Magician. A strong left parting divided his black hair and framed his pale face.

The similarities between him and Claude were uncanny. It was as if their sculpture had run out of ideas and drew inspiration from both his works.

Surely the man was beautiful if he bore any resemblance to her father but right then he looked psychotic.

His black irises were constricted beyond the natural limit and he was gasping to himself, "What are you doing? I have nothing to do with this girl, only my brother," His voice began to burn with fear, "Why are you doing this? This doesn't serve your purpose,"

As scared as she was, Athy tried to understand the situation, "Sir, who are yo-"

A cloud of red dust blinded her and she felt it crawl all across her body, through her bones and right to her fingertips. She couldn't feel her legs anymore ad her throat began to burn.

Her shaking body slumped against barrels of who-knows-what. It'd be easier to sleep than to go through all this, she thought. Then, perhaps, fortunately, sleep was coming her way.

*SPLOSH*

"Hey, can you hear me?" Dropping the beer barrel, the man shook Athy's shoulders until they were this much away from coming off. "Answer me!" She snapped out of it and pushed the man to make him stop. She took in his changed appearance. Structurally, he didn't change at all but now it looked like someone painted with the royal palate. His hair was now a glittering blonde, his cheeks were tinted and his eyes were bejewelled.

"What's your name?" he pointedly asked. "Wha-" "Do you remember your name?" "Ath-Athanasia" "Thank god," he looked personally relieved until he realised the implication of that sort of a name.

He stared at her for a solid minute before sighing dramatically, "Of course, you had to be a princess," Athy was incredibly confused. He continued, "You know, if you were a normal girl I would've told you to lock yourself at home and stay out of trouble. But your home is the Royal Palace and that's where the trouble lies, especially that man-"

"I'm sorry but who are you?"

"You shouldn't interrupt your elders, and of all people, not me," the man puffed out, leaving Athanasia in disbelief. Being raised by Claude, she didn't know the different ways a man can act. "I, for one, actually know what just happened and two, I'm your uncle, so you should respect me all the more-"

"Pardon?"

"Hmm?" the man paused his monologue to the wandering princess who has spaced out.

"You are who?" was all she could muster.

He airily replied, "Anastacius De Alger Obelia, older brother of Claude De Alger Obelia, and uncle of you," checking off fingers as he gave each title. Seeing how she didn't give any reaction, he bent down and promptly began poking her head, "Does that ring a bell? Helloo?"

Little did he know that she was going through a variation of this. (the screaming bit). "But you were killed by Papa years ago!" she screeched out. "Ah, yes that," he said, itching his jaw, "that didn't happen due to a few complications of mine."

Seriously? This guy is talking about his miraculous survival as if it's something unfortunate, thought Athanasia, If it were me, I think I would be a little more grateful for it.

"Anyway, I think it's time for you to go back, it's getting late," Anastacius said, standing up and smoothing his shirt. He held out a chivalrous hand for the princess to hold, which she gladly accepted.

Before she let herself get too used to holding his hand, Athanasia swept it away and occupied it in adjusting her jacket which reeked of beer.

"I guess I'll be leaving then," she said, tilting her head up to look at him one last time.

His eyebrows were knitted upwards and he wore a small smile, afraid to keep it in full display lest it is misinterpreted. For some reason, the concern engraved in his eyes was almost suffocating to Athy.

"Good luck," was all he said. With a slight nod of his head, he gave her the leeway to desert him.

Athanasia couldn't think of a response better than "Thank you?" and swiftly teleported back to the palace, stunning the supposedly-dead royal in the process.

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She directly teleported to her bathroom, rinsing her beer-soaked clothes to avoid fueling the imaginations of her ladies in waiting.

After a hasty bath, she emerged considerably more flushed than how she entered. The sun is already down, Athanasia thought, I was too careless. I don't think I was caught missing, though. Even if I am caught, I don't want to be caught by my family members, especially by-

"Athanasia"

The addressee stopped dead in her tracks as she snapped her head to the right, to the horrifying sight of a glaring emperor in one of the many randomly placed balconies of the Emerald Palace. She was so shaken that, perhaps out of a survival instinct, she grabbed the folds of her shirt and did a shaky courtesy.

Claude made a sound somewhere between a scoff and a sigh before closing the distance between them considerably.

"Where were you this entire time?"

At this moment, Athanasia knew she had screwed up. After all, it had been too whimsical to think that no one would come looking for her, even if it was just the Royal Magician wanting to bug her.

"I-I was," the gears of her brain working at lightning speed, "in the Western Rose Garden!"

The raised eyebrows which she didn't notice abruptly dropped before Claude began smoothing them out, "The one which hasn't been maintained at all?" he asked her incredulously "It seemed very adventurous!" Athanasia chirped up, regaining her fail-proof cute persona.

"You don't seem to have any scratches from your adventure," he asked, scrutinising her appearance.

Aagh, why are you so perceptive??

"I made sure to be ex-tra careful!" she shot back, praying to God that she seemed convincing.

Also, for some reason, Athy couldn't bring herself to call him Papa like she always does. Today doesn't feel like a good day, she thought.

Claude was still kneading his eyebrows as he regarded her answer, "Don't run off like this again. Make sure to inform someone," he walked past her wordlessly

Athy was rather touched by Claude's words, that's kind, coming from him. Feeling warm and fuzzy inside, Athanasia skipped to her room, making a mental note to greet him first thing the next morning. "Papa would like that," she said to herself.

A voice spoke behind her ear, "I wouldn't be so sure if I were you, Athanasia,"

Athy spun around to see an empty corridor.

‌‌ ‌Huh? Who was that?

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[bvnga-aprikot]

lily my beloved i will not let the masses forget you or your name once again

[henk-heijmans]

"It's a cinch", New York, ca. 1951 - by Lillian Bassman (1917 - 2012), American

[bvnga-aprikot]

Lilian’s just like me fr

Hi, since you read wmmap novel can you please tell me if is real that Athy compared Diana and Lily's friendship with Diana and Anne?

Yup, Athy specifically says:

"Lilian and Diana’s friendship appeared in the novel only a few times, but I was deeply moved by it. A beautiful friendship, like the one I saw in Anne of Green Gables when I was invited to a birthday party."

(that last part is refering to her life as Lee Jihye).

It's a fun comparison, because Anne and Diana from Anne of Green Gables had a very... well, close relationship. So much that it kind of caused a whole "controversy". See The "Bosom Friends" affair. The thing was painted as some "this book is lesbian propaganda, someone think of the children" crap, but personally, I'm on board with that queer reading of the novel lmfao. I recall Anne getting jealous of Diana's husband, going on about how beautiful Diana was, and such.

I know @lithi has talked about this topic before, but I couldn't find your posts about it ; ;

[a-state-of-bliss]

New York Times Magazine 1997 - Anneliese Seubert by Lillian Bassman

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Lillian Gish and John Gielgud in Hamlet, which opened at the Empire Theater on October 8, 1936, and ran until January 30, 1937.

Lillian was superb in that role [Ophelia]. Lillian was, in that instance, very much like a dollop of mercury: you could bend or caress or throw her anything, toward anything, and she would automatically conform to that situation or mood. Her understanding of the mental instability of Ophelia was acute: her body language; her tremulous speech—one was aware of the tightrope on which she was walking. Judith [Anderson] was far more experienced in classical theatre. Her mind was a repository of scholarly research. She really knew her Shakespeare. However, she realized that there was nothing quite like Lillian. Call it star power; call it an intuitive understanding of a role; call it alchemy. I don't know. I really don't. But it was magical.

     —John Gielgud

Photo: Florence Vandamm via MCNY

[federer7]

Margie Cato. N.Y. 1950

Photo: Lillian Bassman

[chicinsilk]

Harper's Bazaar February 1958

Carmen Dell'Orefice wears a beige wool and silk suit by Forstmann: the patch pockets placed high on the chest. This, and the thin straw hat, floating like a nun's headdress, from Christian Dior-New York. Earrings by Buccellati. Kislav's gloves.

Carmen Dell'Orefice porte un tailleur en laine et soie beige de Forstmann : les poches plaquées placées haut sur la poitrine. Ceci, et le fin chapeau de paille, flottant comme une coiffe de nonne, de Christian Dior-New York. Boucles d'oreilles par Buccellati. Gants Kislav.

Photo Lillian Bassman

[fawnvelveteen]

Barbara Mullen in Le Pavillon restaurant, New York, in 1950, for Harper’s Bazaar. Photograph: Lillian Bassman

[lithi]

This panel of Diana and Lily has different dialogue in pretty much every language lol

Korean: A narrative between the two of them is mentioned very, very briefly in the novel. I’ve always admired this beautiful friendship! But I’m going to die in vain?!

Japanese: Their story was depicted very briefly in the novel, and for a long time I've longed for such a wonderful relationship! I can't believe I'm going to die in such a vain manner!

English: In the novel, there is a very, very brief development of friendship between Athanasia and Jeannette… And I’ve always admired that beautiful friendship! But then I die in vain?!

French: Though it was brief, I always admired the friendship between Athanasia and Janet. Am I truly destined to such a miserable death?!

German: In the book there was a short storyline with the two sisters. I even admired her great relationship with each other! And now I'm supposed to die for no reason?!

And the novel goes:

« Lillian and Diana's friendship was only mentioned very briefly in the novel, but I was very impressed by it. [Athy compares Lillian and Diana’s friendship to Anne Shirley and Diane Barry’s friendship, and says she didn’t have any friends] That's why I've always admired this wonderful friendship! But in the end, Lily unnie died while siding with Athanasia. »

I think it’s strange that the English, French and German editions just, mistook Diana and Lillian for Athanasia and Jennette 💀

Thanks to @ghostieieie for giving me the third panel because I don’t have the English volume 👉🏼👈🏼

Edit: see the reblog

[stalpra-and-100-fandoms]

Little Voices in My Head | Who Made Me A Princess [Part 2]

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TW // manipulation, intended murder, almost fratricide, self-harm, not asking for help, lying

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Athanasia's hands shook a little bit as she held the history book in her hands. Aeternitas had formed behind her and held the book over her palms, "It's all coming together. Such a suitable gift for the likes of the prince. Come along now, chant with me"

And so he used her mana to imbue the book with a curse.

It was simple enough. Athanasia will give it to the prince, his mana will build up through the night and overflow and he will be found dead in the morning. The book will have lost its curse by then and no one can frame the princess.

Such a perfect crime.

On top of that, her mana is so potent that the prince will definitely die, regardless of how gifted he himself is.

"You know what would make this perfect?" Athanasia motioned to the book in a drowsy voice, "A ribbon. I'll wrap it with a bow,"

"Ah yes, you girls and your silly antics," Aeternitas hummed, stroking the book as though it was dear to him, "Go ahead, do everything that you would do. " Tying the ribbon around the would seal her intent to kill her brother and solidify the curse.

Athanasia was already cutting the ribbon when he said this. Something inside of her snapped at those words though.

"Do everything that I would do?" she asked. The spirit laughed through his nose, nodding.

"Well," she said as she raised the pair of scissors, "killing Athan is not something I would do,"

With those words, she drove the scissors through the back of her hand. Aeternitas disappeared in a dust cloud and the red circle over the book faded.

"I will never kill my brother" she declared to the air as she tossed the book into the fireplace. A bit of her felt hurt. she really thought that Athan would like this book, "But no matter, I'll have the scribes copy it through again,"

She suddenly remembered that she had stabbed herself with the stinging pain through her hand. She looked at it before starting toward the door,

"Lily, my hand slipped, can you help me?"

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Writing Taglist: @gruviyasharuto, @darkhumanpiekid, @nova-darling, @akhlys-san, @funkytunaaa

hi, how's it going? i wrote in a different tone this time and i hope you enjoy it. i tried using trigger warnings for the first time too so i'm not sure if i've got all of them right. it'd be a be a great help if you could tell me something's missing or mis-written.

[adrian-paul-botta]

1938 Press Photo - Lillian Gish and Malcolm aboard SS Nieuw Amsterdam in New York departing to Europe

[boudoirmood]

Anneliese Seubert by Lillian Bassman

For The New York Times magazine 1997

[seventh-victim]

Margie Cato (test shoot)  New York, c.1950  (photo:  Lillian Bassman)

[newyorkthegoldenage]

St. Bartholomew's Episcopal Church on Park Avenue between 50th and 51st Streets, early 1920s. It is the burial site of, among others, Lillian and Dorothy Gish.

Photo: NY Historical Society/Getty Images/NY Daily News