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lanymme · 9 months

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Forgot to include the scenario sorry!

I'd love if they were present together in the Storm Border post Lostbelt 5, having learned about ORT and losing Musashi. The danger may have passed and they're moving on, but there's an emotional weight still pressnt and a sense of loss. It would be nice to see Kiara's softer side attempting to comfort and support Ritsuka

(Kiara is the main servant I use for everything, so at least for me she was present through all of that and helped kill Zeus)

Oooh! I really like this one (the first part of the ask was F!Ritsuka and Kiara). Sadly, I haven’t actually finished LB5, but I tried to be as loyal to the spirit of it as possible.

As written this is mean to be Canon-compliant (i.e. nobody remembers Kiara) but I might be willing to do a version that’s compliant with Karuṇā canon if people want that.

Oh yeah, and CW for the hunting and naturalistic death of animals (phantasmal species, not real ones.

Without further ado:

— — — —

The shadow border is dead quiet.

It is not a place of levity. It is what’s left, after the death of Chaldea, their home. It’s the only thing left, after almost three years of struggle, after the death or Romani Archaman and Leonardo da Vinci and

What it is, is a place of hope. Or, perhaps more accurately, of perseverance. A cramped, uncomfortable place, stuffy with loss, but a place where people who have faced death together for years (and Director Goredolf) live in solidarity with one another, cry on each other’s shoulders, make jokes and talk about inconsequential things, or about memories, as they have done for a thousand thousand years: as—hopefully, if they can keep holding on, if they can weather another storm—people might do for a thousand thousand more. So long as they still hope, as they tell stories of the dead. So long as they persevere, as they eat imperishable rations.

But hope for what? Perseverance to what end?

Now they know.

Now, they know.

And so it’s quiet. Quiet like it would have been if they had not made it to the Shadow Border.

And Ritsuka Fujimaru, worked so hard to be the former last master of humanity, now the last once again, is not speaking. Is barely eating. Barely moving.

For the past two days, as they have driven across silent salt flats that were once the Russian Lostbelt, she has been curled up on bed, has barely stirred, except to eat and drink what Mash brings to her, to go to the bathroom, to thrash in her almost-sleep.

In hushed whispers, some of the remaining staff say that everyone has a breaking point. Living with heroic spirits as they do (have done), hamartia is a concept as familiar as death.

One so kind is ill-suited to the task ahead of them. The very thing that let her survive is now turned agaisnt her.

It’s all so terribly cruel.

— — — —

It’s dark. The only light is a pale patch of thin moonlight slanting in to the floor. The only sound is the drone of the Shadow Border’s engine, its steady progress rumbling through the bones of its passengers.

Her ribs hurt from lying down, and after several minutes of continued pain she turns over, facing the wall.

She killed all those people so she could live. It’s that simple.

There wasn’t time to weigh humanity—Proper Human History now, she supposes—against the Yaga. She couldn’t fold, couldn’t die, couldn’t leave everyone without hope, just because she couldn’t make a decision in the time alotted. So she had decided: this will not be that does me in. Many have tried. It will not be you. She’d swallowed her feelings.

Ivan had demanded to see her resolve. To look him in the eye as she… but he had gotten desperation instead.

Her hands start to shake again.

That dark spiral in her thoughts, tugging at her—she can’t resist it anymore.

She doesn’t turn away this time.

Has Okita Souji, man-slayer, killed even a fraction many people as she? Has Altera so completely wiped a civilization from history?

Her mother, for all that she is, has never done anything so…

She starts to scratch her arm, short blunt nails clawing against her skin.

Selfish. Selfish. She’s a mass-murderer now. So many lives for her own…!

She whimpers and curls in on herself. Hates herself for it.

As long as you don’t hurt anyone and you’re willing to work together toward the Grand Order, everyone is welcome.

People are counting on her to do it again. And again.

How can she look them… look anyone in the eyes when. When.

She can’t do it.

But Doctor Roman… Da Vinci… she has a duty. She can’t, she can’t leave it undone.

Her vision starts to tunnel. She’s not getting enough oxygen, even though she’s breathing faster and faster.

She can’t. She can’t do anything.

She doesn’t want to hurt anyone, she never wanted to hurt anyone ever again and now—

Somebody else… if somebody else could take this duty she’s worked so hard at, that has crushed her shoulders…

There’s nobody else left. She would never push this burden on anyone else.

But surely somebody… somebody…

Please. I don’t want to do this. Please.

She rages and squirms in the dark, heart tearing, pain consuming her, until eventually she tires herself out, and begins to drift off.

Distantly, in the back of her mind, she thinks she hears something—a chime, a clink of metal, a whisper of cloth.

The wordless call of something unseen as she slips into dreams.

To pursue life, for onesself… and, perhaps, for those one cares about… is one of the four essential truths of the realm desire.

She sees Patxi, gun thrown to the side, holding desperately to a Krichat’ as it bucks and bellows and tries to nick him with its poisoned horn.

To cling to it desperately, even when it causes suffering to onesself, to others, is the beautiful greed bestowed on all living beings.

She watches him pull out a long, cruel hunting knife to stab deep into its side. It spasms and cries out.

Its foot kicks desperately against his leg, tearing flesh and fur.

For one, triumph: for one, disaster. This is what is meant by “good and evil are difficult to measure.”

Weakening, the creature falls.

Far across the mountains, its young wait in the cold dark of a den for their parent to return.

Patxi pulls the body of their mother onto his shoulders, and trudges through the snow, leaving a trail of blood from the beast on his shoulder and from his own leg.

Such suffering is the proof of life.

She sees Patxi in his house, krichat’ strung up to bleed out into a bucket while he bandages himself.

Is it sinful to survive a fight to the death for the sake of one’s own desires? Does that change if one’s family is bigger than another, if one is happier than another? If one’s cause is rationalized and the other instinctual?

She sees Patxi knocking on a door with food in hand, stepping inside to see his mother.

The Krichat’ pups: one still and cold, one striking out into the blizzard. The others eat their sibling, still waiting for a parent that will not return.

Everyone is chasing their own desires. Everyone wants to survive. It’s just that the result of that is death. Who can be called the responsible party? This is the way of living beings.

Patxi stalks through the woods toward the sound of fighting. A coalition of Krichat’ surround two figures, red-orange and black and purple, poised for the kill. He watches, and after a moment, shakes his head and raises his rifle.

It is said that the Buddha taught flesh-eating creatures to eat plants, soul-eaters to feast on the recently dead: that the gift of bodhi freed others from suffering, from causing harm to one another. But what of those who remain?

Kadoc takes Anastasia’s hand outside a palace, and they nod to one another.

A coalition of starving Krichat’ surround two figures, red-orange and black and purple, poised for the kill.

Patxi stalks through the woods towards the sound of fighting, of voices yelling. He sees them, and counts bullets, and thinks of money. He hesitates.

They are not so lucky.

He watches, for a moment longer, and then shakes his head, raising the rifle to his shoulder.

A female Yaga points the silent oprichniki forward, and Atalante’s arrow tears out her throat

Ivan the Terrible bellows, and thunder flashes in the sky, as a blizzard rages on and on.

On the bleached earth, the stars twinkle in the sky, and in them a woman holds the planet in the palm of her hand.

…And their struggling pleases me greatly. So live, and suffer, so that I can bear witness to it. Suffer and kill for those you love, and for yourself.

She smiles down at all living beings with a bodhisattva’s merciful gaze, as they are wracked by turmoil and strife, striving toward the horizon, towards happiness, towards sadness, towards pain and release, clutching comforts to themselves and watching them crumble away into time.

And in particular, on one small girl, in a ship on land, curled up in her bed.

She holds them all to her breast, watching, waiting.

And if you must continue to close your heart to the Dharma… if you must continue to tempt me by clinging tightly to your heavenly desires despite everything… yes, if you must have someone to blame… consider for yourself...

She looks down from the stars, and sees six white trees growing, reaching out past the sky.

Why does one world’s survival depend on the death of another? Who decided that?

Ritsuka starts to fade, slipping away from the dream.

And Master. Always remember. If you truly decide to turn away from your path…

The white world and its white trees are stained, black and magenta, wriggling outward to cover its surface.

You may always find your comfort in the palm of my hand.

The last thing to fade from her awareness is the terrible, beautiful sound of a woman’s laughter.

— — — —

In the morning, Mash knocks on the door, before sliding it open. To her shock, Senpai is sitting up in bed. She smiles when she sees Mash, that familar weary glow that has seen them through time and time again.

“Hey.” She smiles, ruefully. “Thank you, Mash, for always taking care of me.” There’s an anguished resolve, a straightness in her spine as she stands up, and Mash blinks in surprise. “Sorry about the last couple days. I’ve made up my mind now.” She smiles, and reaches out her hand, and Mash will always, always take it. “Let’s keep facing things. Together.”

“Of course. I’m glad you’re doing better, Senpai.”

That hand squeezes her own.

“Me too, Mash. Let’s go get some breakfast.”

As they set out again toward a journey filled with terrible suffering, with disappointment, with joy, without end, the faint scent of incense and crushed flowers follows them out of the room.

Behind them, the door clicks shut.

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littlewitty · 4 years

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That Dizzy Feeling Part 2

Ship: Leo x MC

Genre: half-angst

Warnings: Mentions of death, sickness

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Staring at her sleeping face made me wonder. How did I get here? She's been ill for a couple of days now, every moment just slowly draining any hopeful life in her. At first, it was all a joke, you know?

'Hehe, Cara was sick on your shoes old friend, I don't think I've ever seen a face such as that one in my near 500 years of living!'

'Well, it came unexpectedly and I didn't realise she was actually going to be sick," he remarked back at me.

But now, the joke had run dry. We all thought it was all fun and games, that us mansion residents were invincible, that life could never screw us over at all. Now that blind-eyed ecstasy had faded, the reality seemed to heighten our senses and compel us to see the truth. Now that I was finally happy was everything that I will have ever wanted be torn away?

".... Leo," she whimpered. I met her glassy but dull eyes. Her pale face was now slim, not the rounded structure I was used to. Her cheekbones were her most prominent feature as the illness seemed to fester long enough to drain every colour she once possessed.

"I'm cold," she chattered, attempting to push the words out her teeth. Without wanting to break her settled silence, I heaved out of the chair I'd made my home for three days and slumped over to the wardrobe. Big, bright, beautiful dresses jumped out at my eyes first. I could name all the places she wore them too. There was William's ball, Christmas, and banquets. Tracing my hand over the soft folds I reached a special dress. The one she wore for me and me only. The fond memories of the smiles she'd pull for me and the passionate kisses she spared when she wore this ricochetted in my mind.

"... Leo... nard..o," she gasped. Now on what seemed to be a timer, I reached up and grabbed the thickest blanket I could find. The walk towards her side was one I always yearned to trek, but being at the side of her bed when she depleted wasn't. I tenderly draped it over her body covered in goosebumps. My hand subconsciously found a way to her forehead as I began to gently trace my fingers along her forehead, gazing at her as she fell into another slumber.

Generally, the same pattern occurred. She would wake up hot and kick the blankets off her. Then she feels sick, and she'd need help propping herself up to reach the bucket Seb donated. After that, nature would come calling and much to our dismay, she would blatantly refuse to use a chamber pot and would struggle her way to the bathroom for the toilet. Now, we had to carry her there and in a way it was curious. No matter how much the others and I would convince her to use the pot, she would sternly scold us on how:

'I haven't lost my dignity yet, and me being ill will not make me damage my pride by having to piss in a pot!'

Finally, she would refuse any food and only drink a little sip of water, want to be tucked in again and fall asleep. Only at night would I allow me a break. Only then would I call for Sebastian to get me some rouge and my comfort food of an apple. I would go fetch Vincent to stay with her while I take a quick bath, which he'd always accept. I'd have a small talk with Comte in la thermae and then return, dismiss Vincent and lay beside her just holding her. Just being near her.

"Leonardo, can I speak to you?" Theo's taut voice called out. My eyes shot an icy glance at him as I sharply brought a finger up to my lips. Double-checking her, making sure cara mia was safe, I began to roam over to the door, to Theo. My gaze never leaving her sickly form. Leaning on the doorframe blocking the view, I finally replied.

"Ciao, what's wrong?" The hesitation in Theo's eyes took me back. He of all people is a man of confidence. He doesn't care about what effect he has on people, what people say about him, and in a way, it was somewhat admirable.

"I'm going to put it straight to you, is MC going to live?" He muttered the last part.

"Yes." Comte? The Lord of the manor marched towards us, his face plastered with the most serious look I've seen.

"Heh, eavesdropping now are we 'Comte'?" I chided, attempting to clear some of the tense air, only to be met with an angry look.

"You are in no shape to criticise. You haven't had a real meal for how long? You have one bottle of rouge a day and you look terrible. When was the last time you had a shave? Are you planning on growing a beard as you did in the Renaissance, is that how you want MC to see you after all this?"

Woah, he's mad.

"Old friend, I'm not mad at you wanting to spend her last moments as a human caring for her, but don't neglect yourself. Ask for help. Arthur was a doctor, Sebastian is from her time and he knows more about illness than most of us. Napoleon would, of course, take a shift from time to time!" He listed.

"And me, I would take a shift too. That's what Masters do for hondje like her." Theo interjected.

Hang on. 'her last moments as a human', that's what he said.

"What do you mean 'as a human'?" MC is human. She was born a human and she'll die a human. That's how life operates. But the twist here is that she won't die. She will survive this no matter what, this isn't her time yet. Comte just stared at me with a gaze that attempted to explain.

"Theo, let's go to the others for the banquet." He declared as I watched him move along the corridor. Theo patted my back, nodded and followed. Turning around and adjusting my weight on the door frame, I looked at her. The blanket was now thrown off and her bare body beneath the blankets was exposed. Closing the door, I retook my place in the chair beside her, grabbed my book from the bed-side table, and began waiting for the time she would next wake up.

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mnthpprt · 4 years

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Chapter 34: Heads Will Roll

I wake up sitting on a chair with my hands tied behind me. My head is pounding, and my throat and lungs burn with every breath I struggle to take through the rough fabric tightly knotted around my face, wet with spit. Dizzy, I look around what looks like an empty theatre, and come to realize I have been placed on the first row. Not only am I gagged and have my hands bound, I am also tied to the chair.

There are two pianos on the stage, facing each other. Between them stands a man. Antonio. I squeal for help through the gag in my mouth, and he comes closer. Though he stops at a distance short enough to reach me, he makes no attempt to free me. He must be the one that brought me here.

“I am terribly sorry, Anaïs,” he tells me, his voice filled with shame. I simply glare at him. No amount of regret will make me forgive him for this. “I am only doing this because I have to. Do you think Wolfgang will have noticed you’re missing by now?”

He knows Mozart’s real name. Who the fuck is this man, really? I shrug, unable to curse him out, and he turns away, heading back to the stage. As he sits by one of the pianos and begins to play, I remember something. I wiggle and twist, uncomfortably contorting my arms around the back of my waist to reach the glass I hid in my dress. It takes me a while to grasp it, but I manage to pull it out and hide it behind my back without Antonio noticing. I carefully use it to cut the ropes around my wrists. My pace grows more frantic as I start feeling nauseous, making my hand slip and slice into my arm, but I don’t care. The chloroform’s side effects are quickly becoming too much to handle.

I finally cut all the ropes binding me to my seat and rip the fabric off my mouth just in time to bend over and vomit all over the floor. The ironically jaunty melody stops, getting replaced by Antonio’s footsteps.

“What do you want from me?” I manage to ask, wiping my mouth. It is then that I notice my mask is missing. I can’t see it anywhere near me, so he must have left it behind in the ballroom when he kidnapped me. “Am I just bait?” I understand. “What do you want with Mozart? Why-” I am suddenly interrupted by a coughing fit. This is definitely my least favorite chemical. “Why are you doing this?”

He takes a step closer, and I scramble away, pointing the sharp glass at him. If he dares to touch me, I can and will stab him. I still don’t know whether he is a vampire or not, but they don’t exactly enjoy getting stabbed either.

“I had to, Anaïs,” he says, putting his hands up. “I need to see him, to talk to him. After the night we met, I realized you were my best chance of luring him out.”

Of course. I suddenly understand how everything I said that night could be misunderstood. My reddened cheeks from the alcohol, my giggle, Bernadette’s comment. He thinks Mozart and I are lovers. I let out a bitter laugh.

“Well, I hate to disappoint you, but even I don’t know if he will come,” I tell him. “You got everything wrong. He’s not in love with me, you know?,” I chuckle. “And I have no feelings for him either. We’re nothing more than friends, and barely even that.”

I untie the lavender ribbon around my neck, baring the bite marks and scar from the night Jean fed from me. I already have difficulty breathing as it is, and though the choker is not tight, I feel oppressed by it.

“You’re lying,” he shakes his head in disbelief. “You have to be. You’re lying to protect him.”

“If it’s this you’re talking about, he didn’t do it,” I roll my eyes, pointing at my neck. “The only reason he’s being so nice to me is because I helped someone he actually cares about. Oh, don’t get any ideas,” I chuckle at Antonio’s thoughtful expression, my arm still firmly pointing the glass at him. “You wouldn’t wanna kidnap this one, he’d tear you apart before you even know it,” I say, referring to the seasoned warrior that Jean is.

“But the other night...” Antonio stammers. “You were blushing and giggling like a schoolgirl when talking about him.”

“Correction: I was drunk and he just happened to be the topic of conversation.”

“And you said you lived together-”

“Convenience,” I simply shrug. “I am a guest in his house. I never said I was his guest.” I see the doubt in his eyes. His plan is crumbling apart with every word that comes out of my mouth. “Are you going to tell me who you are now? What do you want with Mozart?”

Antonio takes a deep breath, but before he can answer my question, Mozart barges in through the back door.

“Salieri,” he pants. Huh, so that’s who he is. I remember the complicated history between those two: they were thought to be enemies, but some historians believed they were actually close friends. And well, Antonio might have played a part in Mozart’s death, but that is just a conspiracy theory. “Leave her alone, she has nothing to do with me.”

He’s not wrong, but I can’t help but smile at the fact that he came regardless. He does care.

“Wolfgang, old friend,” Salieri smiles. It is not a friendly smile like his words would suggest. There is something menacing, even unhinged about it. Nothing new here, I mean, he went to the extreme of kidnapping me just to get to Mozart. “Please, join me on the stage. I want us to play together one more time.”

“What happened to you, Antonio?” Mozart whispers, shaking his head. He seems surprised by his old rival’s new demeanor. I guess they really were friends, back in the day. Still, he obliges, taking a seat at one of the piano benches. Salieri does the same.

“I would like to challenge you to a duel, my dear friend,” he begins from his side of the stage. “The best pianist gets to kill the loser.” He laughs playfully when he says that, to Mozart’s horror, as if it was a completely normal thing to suggest.

“Why are you doing this?” The white haired composer is completely horrified, but he looks relieved that I have been left alone. I have now put my makeshift weapon down and observe from the edge of the stage.

“You’re not going to agree to this, are you?” I ask him, worried.

“I have to. I...” Shit, so he’s actually doing it, playing along to this psychopath’s delusions. “I heard the rumours. Did you really poison me, Antonio?”

“No!” the other is quick to yell. “Of course not! I could never betray you like that, Wolfgang. I respected you too much. I still do.”

“Then why are you doing this?” Mozart repeats.

“I have to, he’s making me-”

His sentence is interrupted by another of my coughing fits. Both musicians watch me from above until I recover. Alright, here’s what I know: Salieri knew Mozart was still alive, just as himself. Neither of them should be, they died a century ago. He did not seem surprised by the marks on my neck, either. He’s a vampire. The fact that no one in the mansion knew about him tells me that le Comte wasn’t the one who turned him. I know there are more purebloods out there, Leonardo himself is proof of that. But who turned him? And why? Is his sire, whoever that is, making him kill Mozart? Is he being controlled in some way?

“No one is killing anybody.” My voice echoes through the empty theatre as I climb onto the stage. “Wolf, he said he didn’t poison you. Do you believe him?” Mozart nods quietly. “Great, so do I. I think he’s being controlled by someone. Maybe he’s some sort of aberrant, I don’t know. Either way, quit your bullshit. I’m not letting you die over this. Understood?” My tone leaves no space for arguments. He nods again, and I turn to Salieri, satisfied. “And you-” I start coughing again, then point the shard of glass at him. “You have some things to explain. We’re two against one, you’re the hostage now, so you better start talking. Capisci?”

Salieri looks down at his hands, hovering over the piano keys, and takes a deep breath.

“Alright. But not here. He’s watching,” he whispers. I desperately want to know who he is, but it looks like I’ll have to wait. If there is another pureblood wreaking havoc around here, I need to tell le Comte.

Antonio guides us into the wings and down some stairs. Under the stage, there is a door, and he opens it. It leads to a tunnel. Mozart and I exchange a meaningful look and hesitantly follow the new vampire into the dark. We walk in silence for what feels like fifteen minutes, and eventually the tunnel grows wider. The little wind passing trough it carries a disgusting smell with it. The sewers. I pause and lean against the wall to retch again, still not recovered from the nausea caused by my exposure to chloroform. Antonio stops walking and looks back at me, a worried expression on his face.

“Oh, fuck off,” I complain, wiping my mouth with a glove before discarding it on the floor. “You did this to me.” His gaze falls to the floor, embarrassed. I take of the other glove, the one that remains clean, and hold it over my face to mask the odour from the sewers. I can feel Antonio’s eyes on me, seeing my tattoos for the first time, but he does not comment on them.

“We’re here,” he announces. I look at Mozart once again and let him be the one to ask questions.

“Why did you become a vampire? How?” His voice comes out soft, worried, even. I can tell they were close at some point. Salieri clears his throat before answering.

“I blamed myself for your death, you know? I thought... I thought I didn’t push you hard enough to get better,” he chokes on his words, his voice breaking a little. “Do you remember the last thing I ever said to you, Wolfgang? About your Requiem?”

“You said it wasn’t good yet,” Mozart nods, understanding. “You weren’t taunting me, were you?” Salieri shakes his head, a sad smile on his lips.

“I thought if I convinced you to improve it, you would push through your illness to finish it,” he mutters. “I was wrong. Please forgive me.”

“I already did, long ago. But who is making you do this now?” Mozart asks. “Is it the vampire who turned you?” Salieri nods, silently. “Who turned you, Antonio?”

“I can’t... I can’t say!” Salieri cries out, violently shaking his head. Whoever is doing this to him is clearly affecting his mental state. “He’ll kill me, I-”

“If you tell me, I can help you,” Mozart cuts him off gently. “Please, old friend. Let me help you...”

I tune out their back and forth pleading, convinced that I saw something further down the tunnel. I narrow my eyes and walk around the two composers, trying to get a better look, but the silver glimmer I saw has disappeared. I return to my spot beside Salieri just in time to hear him sigh deeply, finally giving in, although my eyes remain fixed in the darkness of the sewers.

“H-his name...” he starts, hesitantly. “His name is-”

“Watch out!”

In the span of half a second, stretched out into what feels like an eternity, I see the strange glimmer again. A long, metallic tube, too far for me to tell what it is in the darkness, but the noise is what gives it away. Two loud clicks echo through the tunnel as instinct takes over my body, remembering the sound from some movie I watched long ago. A gun. I jump in front of Salieri as a loud bang rips through the air. Before my feet touch the ground again, I feel a sharp pain pierce through my back and come out right above the neckline of my dress, at the very top of my left breast. My arm cracks as I fall onto it, bending it uncomfortably between my body and the floor, but I don’t feel any pain. I just feel burning. In my lungs, my heart, my head, everything is burning. I cough and the coppery taste of blood fills my mouth before spilling over the edge of my lip, soiling my pure ivory dress.

“Anaïs!” Mozart rushes to help me, but there is nothing he can do besides getting blood all over his pristine lavender suit.

“H-he’s getting... away...” I struggle to say. I am not sure if the footsteps I heard were real or a pain induced hallucination.”

“I know, but I can’t leave you. God damn it, I don’t know what to do. What do I do?” he panics.

“Go,” a familiar husky voice orders from out of my increasingly narrow field of vision. “Le Comte and I will take care of her.”

“...Leonardo... How...?” I manage to breath out between coughs. My voice is muddled by the sputtering blood that tries to come out of my mouth with every word. He kneels beside me and holds my hand tight. I draw a weak smile. I missed his touch.

“Shh, cara mia, don’t speak,” he shushes me, stroking my head with his free hand. “Mozart called us when he saw you were missing. We need to take you back to the mansion, get you patched up.”

“N-no,” I cough. I won’t make it. I’m pretty sure the bullet hit my lung. Even Arthur couldn’t fix that, not with the medicine of this time. “I’m... dying...” I mumble. I am losing consciousness again, I notice. My eyelids feel awfully heavy, and I can’t keep them open any more.

“I- I can’t. I’m sorry. I can’t, cara mia.” Leonardo’s distressed voice reaches me distorted, as if he was speaking from another room. Is this a nightmare? He lets go of my hand, leaving it cold and sweaty, but someone else takes his place.

“Listen, ma chérie.” Le Comte. I struggle to open my eyes so I can look at him, but they quickly roll back into my head. I’m not gonna make it. “I am going to turn you. Do you consent to that?” His voice is clear, but I can hear the slight panic in it. He needs to hurry before it’s too late. I use all the strength I have left to nod once. He does not wait to lounge forward and sink his fangs into my neck. Unlike last time with Jean, I am unconscious before the wave of pleasure hits me. I am dying. No, I am already dead.

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iohourtime · 4 years

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Okada Junichi x Yamada Ryosuke (Cinema * Cinema 86)

Cross-talk

The bond between Hijikata Toshizo and Okita Souji that was cultivated naturally

Okada: I feel like it is sort of like fate that I get to play Hijikata Toshizo. I can't explain it well, but I always thought it would be a role that I would play. When we were filming, it felt like the [character] was looking at me.

Yamada: On the contrary, I was not familiar with the history at all. I also had to learn about the Shinsengumi from scratch. It was my first time participating in an authentic historical drama, so everything on set, including sword fighting, was new to me.

Okada: But Yamada-kun is a once-in-a-millennium talent. Your sword fighting was really perfect.

Yamada: (Tongue tied) I'm happy [to hear that] ...

Okada: Before we started shooting, he said to me, "Please teach me all the things I don't know." We would rehearse together and explore ways on how he could show an Okita-like fighting style. That said, Yamada-kun could do it right away. That's [why you are] a once-in-a-millennium talent. Did you enjoy your practice?

Yamada: Very much.

Okada: [The training] included wrestling. You must have wondered, "Why wrestling?" (Laughs)

Yamada: At first (laughs). [That’s because] you need to use your waist when you swing the sword, right?

Okada: Yeah. Including the approach, he learned things really quickly.

Yamada: I think there are many actors who want to play Okita Souji. Moreover, Okada-san is Hijikata. However, I would hate for people to think "I'm [only selected for the role] because I'm his kouhai." That's why I want to play [the character] properly. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the ability [to do it on my own]. So facing that [problem], if I could ask for help, there was no reason for me not to. But it was not just me [who asked for help]. All members of the Shinsengumi called Okada-san "Teacher!" (Laughs)

Okada: I had the opportunity to choreograph sword fighting scenes in which I was involved. Every time someone finished a sword fight, everyone would look at me as if they were asking "How was it?" (Laughs)

Yamada: We did look.

Okada: Right. That kind of atmosphere sometimes made me feel like Hijikata. Suzuki Ryohei (who played Kondo Isami) was also very good at mood making on set and just like the director of the Shinsengumi, he brought everyone together. In that setting, the relationship between Hijikata and Okita also became apparent.

Yamada: It worked well.

Okada: Yeah. I feel that we were able to play that naturally. We never talked about "Let's do this!" It just worked (laughs).

Yamada: Perhaps because you are a senpai who I already know... But on the other hand, you are my actual senpai, right? Nevertheless, [my character] in the movie was cheeky and I poked Okada-san. That definitely wasn’t something I could do normally.

Okada: Ah ha ha.

Yamada: However, I was surprisingly not nervous when I did it. Since Okita would surely do this.

Okada: The relationship between Hijikata and Okita was like that of sworn brothers. Although the members of the Shinsengumi might be like that too, but among them, Hijikata, Kondo and Okita had the deepest ties. I think women like that sort of relationship.

Yamada: That’s true...

Okada: I asked myself “Why is the Shinsengumi so beloved throughout the times?”, after all, it is an important point. They did cruel things and although objectively speaking, you can’t understand them sometimes, there was a trust that existed among these men. There was a bond between them, right? In a sense, this connection transcends life and death.

Yamada: Okita really liked Hijikata-san and Kondo-san. Whether it was during his childhood in his hometown or after he joined the Shinsengumi, Okita's feelings [towards them] had not changed at all. Although there was a hierarchy and discipline [in the group], they didn't matter. He had always thought that, "I like Hijikata-san and Kondo-san, so I'm in the Shinsengumi." That's why I wanted to cherish that feeling when I was performing.

Okada: After all, movies that depict human [relationships] are good. Hijikata, Kondo and Okita were historical figures. That's why it was easy for us to play them and we were able to emphasize the connection between these characters. No matter how much Hijikata was feared at that time, the connection between these friends remained the core. Hijikata once said "the purpose of a man’s life is to create beauty" and that represented what he held dear to his heart. Although things were cruel, there was beauty within them. As you see the [story of] the people and the era unfold on screen, it will be nice if this idea is reflected as well.

Yamada went through extreme weight-loss under the guidance of Mr. Okada

Okada: Yamada-kun is cute no matter what. When I watched him working hard, I loved him more and more. Because (of the role), he had lost 8kg, you know. It must have been hard.

Yamada: Yes ... (laughs).

Okada: Suzuki-kun and I are familiar with that (laughs). When he consulted me [on weight-loss methods], I casually said, "You should try dehydration." It was a hellish method that I don't want to do again, but it is very effective if you need to do it quickly. Yamada-kun really did it. It was hard, right?

Yamada: That was really something...

Okada: You often had to act in that condition. Time passed slower and your movements also became more [laboured]. Although that annoyance... was brewing, you didn’t say it out loud (laughs).

Yamada: Was it brewing? Honestly, on the last day [of the extreme diet period], I thought “it might be good to die” (laughs), but the day after “my” death, I had to film sword fighting [scenes].

Okada: You muttered, "I have sword fighting on this day", I thought you must be concerned (laughs).

Yamada: “What should I do?” I thought and panicked. However, I thought Okada-san and others have experience in [losing weight in a short period of time] and they taught me a lot. Okada-san and Suzuki-san were so detailed that I almost asked, “Are you doctors?”

Okada: I said "Do OO and OO!"

Yamada: "Huh?", I asked as I took notes to research later. However, if I were doing this alone without any knowledge, I might have used some dangerous methods [to lose weight]. Instead, I was able to trim down to the goal weight correctly.

Okada: That was cute. Quietly~ eating almonds while conserving energy (laughs). You were very endearing that way.

Yamada: But when I was filming my “weak” scenes, I was scolded a little by Director Harada (Masato).

Okada: Is that so?

Yamada: I was taking too much time between movements.

Okada: You couldn’t move right (laughs)? I don't think people who have not experienced it would understand. But I like that scene. Hijikata laid down next to Okita, who was suffering from tuberculosis, and said, "I'm going to sleep here today." It showed their relationship. Although it would not come out of his mouth, I think Hijikata felt calm being next to Okita.

Yamada: That's right. For Okita, I think Okita was very lonely. Both the Shinsengumi and Hijikata-san were steadily changing. But when Hijikata-san was in front of the sick “me’, he turned back to the old Hijikata-san and snuggled up to him. He showed “me” a side of himself that he never let others see, and “I” liked it. However, when we were filming the scene, I was just not able to move... that night, when I went to the sauna by myself to reflect [on the mistake], Okada-san also came to the sauna.

Okada: I remember that. But you weren’t scolded [by the director] so much to be worried though. That was just like Yamada-kun.

Yamada: Hm~...

Okada: As expected, a once-in-a-millennium talent will be a perfectionist. Although that's fine.

Yamada: I'm really glad you said that. I'm glad we were able to act together and get closer.

Okada: Hm~.

Yamada: Eh?! We did not get closer?

Okada: Nah, we weren’t that distant to begin with. Well, if we compare [our relationship now] to when we were rehearsing before the shoot, I think we have gotten closer. Yamada-kun gave me the most delicious strawberries I’ve ever eaten.

Yamada: Is that so?! But I'm glad you liked them (laughs).

The movie scenes and lines that left an impression

Okada: In "Joker", the cut when Joker raised his chin and looked up to the sky was memorable. The lighting was exquisite. I wanted to know the behind-the-scenes scoop for that scene. It was really amazing that the lead actor could push the momentum forward in the movie with just that. He acted like he was invincible. I think it may be an eternal theme for people in the movie business, it is jam packed with the hopes of the actor who wanted to become that*.

*I’m not entirely sure if I interpreted this correctly, but it’s kind of the filler part of the cross-talk anyway, so I am not too concerned about it.

Yamada: The last scene of "Romeo & Juliet". Juliet revived and looked at Romeo with a smile, but Romeo just drank poison. I cannot forget the surprised face of (Leonardo) DiCaprio when he realized that Juliet was alive. He was in pain and then just died... Couldn’t he wait another 20 seconds?! (Laughs) This is my favorite movie.

Hijikata & Okita

Okada Junichi

Memorable scene: Okita looking outside grabbed my heart

When the increasingly sick Okita looked at the [view] outside from his room with a hollow expression, the cut was beautiful. The trailer included that scene but when I watched it as part of the finished movie, it definitely left an impression. I saw up close the hard work Yamada-kun himself put in. Since he asked me for advice on how he should [show Okita] using the sandanzuki (the 3 stage thrust, Okita’s special move) while he was ill, I knew about the scenes he was filming. I didn’t actually see the filming of the scene where he was vacantly staring outside and fading away quietly. I saw it for the first time in the final cut of the movie and it grabbed my heart.

Message from Senpai to Kouhai: The image of Yamada-kun doing his best made me cry (laughs)

Yamada-kun is very smart. A good guy. That’s why I think you can indulge yourself a bit. However, you are not in a position to be indulgent, so you won’t do that and that is Yamada-kun [in a nutshell]. There are also a lot of responsibilities you must shoulder in the group. There are many things you need to care about, to think about, and when I saw you working hard to bring smiles to everyone’s faces, I wanted to cry (laughs). Well, you are great. I hope you can fly high and soar in this splendid era.

Yamada Ryosuke

Memorable scene: I wanted to fight with everyone in Goryokaku

The Goryokaku scene was one where I thought “I wanted to be there”. I wanted to fight together with Hijikata-san, if not, at least I might watch the filming. What was I doing then… I was probably at another job. It was Hijikata-san’s final battle scene, the fight was crackling, he rode a horse too, anyway, it was cool! Although it was a sad scene, you could instantly understand Hijikata-san’s way of life. I was fascinated. It was so cool. I also wanted to ride a horse (laughs).

Message from Kouhai to Senpai: As my senpai in life, I respect Okada-san.

Okada-kun was unusually gentle. Really, like a teacher. When I asked you about things I didn’t know, you would answer no matter what I asked. Moreover, you are not annoyed [by the questions] even a little. It’s not just with me, the way you accept everyone is amazing. There is no distance between you and the staff. As a leader, Okada-san, you made sure the mood was harmonious, so everyone wanted to get close to and talk with this Okada-san. Not only on set but in other places as well. As my senpai in life, I respect you from the bottom of my heart.

Back Shot Story

When Okada senpai got praised by the kirakira Yamada-san, he shyly said, “Is that so!”. When such an Okada-senpai saw Yamada-san’s potential in historical drama, he got excited excited. “After sword fighting, let’s ride horses next! Go practice!”, he suggested excitedly. Does that mean they will act again in a period drama soon?

#moeyo ken #cinema * cinema 86 #interview #cross talk #translations #okada junichi #yamada ryosuke #hijikata toshizo #okita souji #2020 movie

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arvadthecursed · 5 years

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May I ask you about Chiara’s backstory

of course!! I’m sorry that this took awhile to answer, I’ve been trying to flesh out details and bc there’s not a ton on Fiora, I’ve had to make up some lore. Her story is also pretty long bc it requires the background of her father and uncle’s story.

I put everything under the cut! The first part tells of her father and uncle then we actually get into Chiara’s story lol.

Ambrosio Acardi is the twin brother to Chiara’s father, Pietro Acardi. While Ambrosio always held an interest in politics, he was more strongly driven by knowledge and religion, so he happily let his brother be the primary heir to the family legacy. Ambrosio was drawn to the Custodi and threw himself into his studies.

Ambrosio was often the puppetmaster behind his brother’s actions in King Brago’s court. He never wanted to be the center of conflict; he was perfectly content to direct Pietro from the sidelines. He occasionally used his hidden talent of telepathy to influence Pietro’s actions in the court.

Their father, Leonardo, died when the men were 25 and Pietro ascended to lordship. Ambrosio continued to pull strings behind the scenes while continuing to study under the Custodi. Yet Ambrosio still felt as though the Custodi were missing something. That was when he discovered a box of tarot cards hidden away in a vault in the Custodi Library. These cards allowed him access to knowledge beyond his understanding. Fascinated by the cards, he stole them from the Library.

Calumia Azarola, the Azra planeswalker from Kylem, arrived on Fiora ten years later. Pietro became enamored with Calumia. Ambrosio, on the other hand, despised her from the start. Ambrosio warned his brother against becoming too close to Calumia, though Pietro didn’t listen.

Calumia became one of King Brago’s assassins. Again, Ambrosio warned Pietro, but saw that his brother was completely under Calumia’s control. Ambrosio resolved himself to freeing Pietro and began to plot Calumia’s death. His natural talent for manipulation through minor telepathy became much stronger, and soon, Ambrosio gained knowledge of abjuration, illusion, and conjuration through his studies under the Custodi.

Ambrosio did a tarot reading one night and was terrified by the knowledge he received: Calumia was pregnant. Ambrosio went to Pietro and told him the news. Pietro thought that this was a wonderful thing, but Ambrosio told him that Calumia would seek vengeance upon him. Pietro insisted that their tryst had been consensual. Ambrosio said that he knew, but despite that, Calumia would not forgive him for getting her pregnant.

Calumia had left Fiora in an attempt to end the unborn child’s left through planeswalking, but was horrified and disgusted when she realized that the child had not died -- it also had a spark.

During Calumia’s absence, Pietro married Lady Giovanna Damiani. Damiani became pregnant shortly after their marriage.

Calumia returned to Fiora months later, when the Great Plague had struck Paliano. She gave birth and threw the child into Pietro’s arms. Pietro was dying of the Plague at that time; Calumia told him that she hoped he died along with the “infernal bastard” he now had. She then left the Acardi residence, though she did not leave Fiora; she wouldn’t leave until she saw Pietro die the horrible, tragic death of the Plague.

Ambrosio took the child away from Pietro. Through his cards, he knew that Calumia was still in Fiora, so he had to be quick and secretive. Using his magical abilities, Ambrosio disguised himself and the child. He brought the baby to a Custodi orphanage and gave the child to Sister Agata. The Custodi would see Chiara and her demon blood as holy, and would love and defend her, so Ambrosio figured they would be the best option. When Agata asked what the child’s name was, Ambrosio realized the baby didn’t have one; he chose the name “Chiara” (beloved).

Once Chiara was safe with the Custodi, Ambrosio hunted for Calumia and found her sitting in the high tower on the Acardi estate. Calumia bragged that she had murdered Pietro, and was going to slaughter their “half-breed” child next. Ambrosio lied to Calumia and told her that the child had contracted the plague and that he’d killed it out of mercy. He then challenged Calumia to a fight. Their battle nearly destroyed the tower’s roof. Hours passed, and both were losing their strength. In one last bout of effort, Ambrosio grabbed Calumia and leapt off the tower with her. The Azra planeswalked away, satisfied that Ambrosio would die.

Ambrosio, however, sparked.

He wandered the multiverse, gaining knowledge and strengthening his magical abilities. Yet he always returned to Fiora to check on his niece.

He never directly spoke to her (or the woman he’d entrusted to care for her), but Ambrosio left Chiara little gifts to let her know that someone was watching out for her. On the night of her very first on-stage performance, he left a bouquet of flowers in her room with a note: “To my dearest Chiara -- excellent show. I’m proud of you.” Chiara thought that she had a secret admirer. Really, she had a guardian.

While Ambrosio’s schemes across the multiverse cannot be described as good or well-intentioned, his love for Chiara certainly can be. He sees Pietro in Chiara, and seeks to save Chiara from heartbreak and tragedy where he couldn’t save Pietro.

When Chiara is older, the two finally meet, and Ambrosio tells her everything. Chiara is the only person Ambrosio will be totally honest with.

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Chiara Acardi, the bastard daughter of Lord Pietro Acardi of Paliano, was raised by the Custodi. She always knew who her father was, but was told that her mother was an unknown prostitute who had died during the Great Plague, shortly after Chiara’s birth.

The clergy saw her as being blessed by Asmoleth himself, so she was often given preferential treatment. Chiara was close with several clergy members such as Agata and Father Dulio.

She began studying under the Custodi at the age of five, though she struggled greatly in school. Brother Ampelio saw Chiara’s struggles as being similar to his own at that age, so he became her personal tutor. With Ampelio’s help, Chiara saw great success and even skipped lower-level classes in favor of higher-level education. While she loved theology, Chiara’s true passion was performance. She led the girls’ choir for a short time until she realized her ultimate gift: electromancy.

Chiara was fearful of her power at first, Brother Ampelio taught her how to channel and control her lightning. While Ampelio was not an electromancer himself, he viewed lightning as moving like the spirits he summoned. Chiara’s fluid style of fighting is influenced by Ampelio’s elegance in summoning spirits, which is how he taught Chiara to summon and control lightning.

Ampelio was Chiara’s biggest supporter and encouraged her to join the High Theater as a theater mage at age 13. Chiara was a popular theater mage, though her happiness was short-lived.

Ampelio came down with a mysterious illness and died suddenly. Chiara was completely devastated, and for nearly a year she refused to perform. It was only after a heart-to-heart with Father Dulio that Chiara returned to the stage, though her performances were never quite the same.

When Chiara was 18, she fell for her director, Mateo Russo. Russo was a manipulative, cruel man who began to abuse Chiara. One night after a show, Russo’s wife confronted the duo, and stabbed Russo to death. She was about to kill Chiara when the Azra sparked, sending her across the universe to Ravnica. She arrived shortly after the War had ended.

Chiara was found by Ral Zarek, who took her under his wing. However, he knew he wouldn’t be able to fully train her, so he also gave her another mentor, a Viashino wizard named Pavel.

Ral knew that Azra weren’t native to Fiora, so when he asked Chiara about her backstory, he was shocked that Chiara thought her mother was a human. Ral suggested to Chiara that her mother was a planeswalker, and offered to take her to Kylem, where Azra were native. Upon reaching Kylem, Chiara broke down as she saw the countless Azra before her. Her mother could be anywhere on the plane -- or nowhere at all. Chiara fled back to Ravnica, and threw herself into her studies under Pavel, until she was called to join the Gatewatch by Jace Beleren. She reluctantly ventured out into the Multiverse, determined to make those who loved her proud.

#magic the gathering #mtg fanwalker #fanwalker #fanwalkers #chiara acardi #ambrosio acardi #calumia azarola

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ghost-chance-digital-works · 6 years

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Okay, so things IRL are pretty shit right now, but when things get awful, creation is my coping skill. Since I’m fighting writers’ block - at the worst flipping time - I figured throwing together another piece of artwork would help. Thus, boom.

The upcoming fourth part of "A New Lease on Life" has been officially named for some time now, and it was time it got its own cover art. Like the first three parts of the story (that's "Time to Burn," "This Time Imperfect," and "Between the Raindrops") Part IV is named for a song that fits the overall mood and theme. This one's named for Nickelback's song of the same name. Shown are the four main original characters in the story - Bree, Beverly, Mercy, and Amber, with corresponding lines from the song. Explanation of image follows if you're curious, and here’s a link to a detailed visual breakdown of the process: << img00.deviantart.net/0857/i/20… >> Creation Process - Base - The background came from a PD photo, altered for illustration-look, four different color-filters applied in layers, and changes to saturation on a couple. Characters - these came initially from carefully constructed 'free avatar' pics of the characters but were heavily altered, blacked out, transparent-matted, and color-blocked to replace the black. I had an absolute BLAST adding details to the characters' hair - especially Bree, (whose curly hair didn't turn out the way I expected) Mercy, (whose hair is pin-straight but always messy and frankly resembles a haystack) and Beverly (who, BTW, is wearing one of her hair-scarves over her scalp.) There were also some edits to change posture and apparel - Mercy is halfway between shrugging and bristling, Bree is striking a pose with her sweater falling off one shoulder, and Amber now has all five of her ear piercings instead of just the single pair in the avatar. Once the blackouts were finished and transparent-matted, they were added to the altered base image and sized accordingly. Texture masking was carefully applied to the characters and four different 'lens flare' masks were applied to separate the four quarters of the canvas and clean up the color-filter separation. Text - every line was applied individually, sized, positioned, the whole shebang - it was a pain in the rump. Finally, a not-so-hidden signature was applied according to my usual 'signing a-la "Where's Waldo?" habit. All in all, this piece would normally have taken a few days of work in sessions, but because I've been firmly in 'I needz a vakashun frum realty" mode, I got it all done in one...ungodly...long...stint. My arms are killing me, all the way from my shoulders to my fingertips, and I'm going to be seriously stiff from leaning over the tablet so long, but it was friggin' worth it. Life's been pretty sh*t lately so it's nice to be able to accomplish something artistic despite the 'IRL drama" triggered writers' block I'm fighting. As promised, IMAGE EXPLANATION - feel free to skim or skip. - Orange and Pink - Briallen Hardy. Bree is paired with Michelangelo, whom we all know has some...difficulties with hyperactivity and focusing, and she also has some issues she's had to work past, namely some mild trauma from her last relationship and Beverly's long-term illness - an illness that nearly killed Bev. Mikey had to exercise patience while Bree worked out her fears and issues, and Bree had to endure an ungodly long time of waiting for her cousin to recover or die. Through it all, she and Mikey clung together, grew together, and they're just growing stronger. This was a lesson Mikey and Bree had to learn together - "miserable as waiting is and as hard as it is to be patient, the end result is worth it."

- Blue and Teal - Beverly Hardy. Bev is paired with Leonardo, an alpha male with an undisputed 'super hero' complex. He saved Bev's life once before, long before the story officially began, and despite the risks, he found himself assuming responsibility for her. Beverly, however, has too much pride and determination to suffer his babying without a fight. In the end, she needed his help - as he needed hers - though neither were willing to ask for it and both were a pain in the rump about accepting it. This lesson is one both Leo and Beverly already knew but struggled to accept - "Just because someone needs help it doesn't mean they want that help, and nor is receiving assistance you didn't want just cause for resentment."

- Red and Green - Mercy Ross. Mercy isn't the sort of friend you take home to Mama - she's brassy, abrasive, sarcastic as heck, and she's got baggage out the arse; ironically enough, Raphael is much the same but with different baggage and to a different degree. Mercy spent her previous life convinced that things never got any easier - she'd always suffer, end of story - but since Raph wormed his way into her prickly heart, she's starting to realize that maybe her pessimism isn't entirely accurate. Raph, too, is learning that he can be accepted and he can grow, and he's smoothing out a little. This lesson is actually a false lesson the couple are learning the truth about - "History may convince you there are only worse days ahead, but when you least expect it, you can find yourself escaping the dark times and stepping into the light."

- Finally, Purple and Grey - Amber O'Brien. Amber is, shall we say, the unintentional "problem child" of the story - she's had some massive issues to work through from her old life, and her new life has repeatedly tried to kill her, both with drama and with violence. Part of that struggle has been connected to her PTSD and phobia of rain and her fight to conquer them. Her first year in this new world has been a nightmare, both for her and Donatello, but things will be looking up soon for both of them. Demons can be conquered, emotional wounds can heal, and even completely hopeless cases like Amber and Donnie can get past their troubles in time. This lesson is one Amber and Donnie both learned years ago but are having to re-learn all over again - "Sometimes in life, the onslaught seems unending, and it can make you want to give up; don't give up - wait - on the other side of that rainstorm is a blue sky waiting to be discovered."

I hope y'all like this piece, since my fingers and wrists sacrificed themselves for it, and I hope everyone's having a good summer.

#Fanfiction cover art #Fanfiction fanart #Cover art #photomanipulation #digital art

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aristocratlegacy · 4 years

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Chapter 67- Healing Crystal Country

Chloe: “Hmm...fur coats?”

“...”

Chloe: “Out unless you’ve established it as your thing already. Summer hats off season? In once again.”

Vivien: “Hey, have you seen my black sweater with the weird collar?”

Chloe: ‘It’s over there.”

Vivien: “No...that’s not it. Hey, Chloe?”

Chloe: “Hm?”

Vivien: “What’s on your head? Are you exchanging floppy hats for weird sci-fi helmets?”

Chloe: “Wow, you really haven’t heard of Celestial Crown Cleansing yet?”

Vivien: “Of course I have! I’m plugged in! I just….wanted to know what you know about it.”

Chloe: “Well, depending on the different crystals you put in the emotional centrifuge, it stimulates the wrinkles in your brain so that you can think more clearly and experience life more purely.”

Vivien: :”I like to experience life pretty clearly, dear.”

Chloe: “I know! So just imagine what you’ll see when you’re Celestially Cleansed.”

Pierce: “You cannot believe what Izzy Fabulous said about Nancy Landgraab’s latest piece today at the gallery I-”

Pierce: “What’s ...goin on?”

Vivien: “We’re Celestial Crystal Crown Cleansing.”

Pierce: “Oh, I read about that, you know it’s just pseudoscience, right?” Vivien: “Whoever said that is lying and obviously hasn’t tried it. I’m experiencing life more clearly than ever.”

Chloe: “You ok, Hawkeye?”

Vivien: “Are you still sick?”

Pierce: “It’s just a headcold. I’m fine, and I definitely don’t need a helmet to tell me that if that was what you were about to suggest.”

Chloe: “Try the helmet! Seriously, I was nauseous all morning and then I put it on- now I just want watermelon and chocolate..”

Pierce: “Ew, no.”

Vivien: “Pierce! Did you borrow my black sweater without asking?”

Pierce: “Yes but don’t come in here!”

Vivien: “What? This is my room what are you talking ab- ooooh”

Pierce: “I just wanted to try it on.”

Vivien: “And?””

Pierce: “Aaaaand...my weird stomach thing is feeling a lot better, to be entirely honest.”

Vivien: “I knew we’d get you! Chloe! Chloe Look!”

Chloe: “ Ooooh my god.”

Vivien: “He said it’s helping his mysterious illness.”

Pierce: “Y’know, this is kinda...nice. Just the three of us.”

Chloe: “Totally! I feel like we’ve barely gotten to hang out lately!”

Vivien: “I know it feels like we haven’t hung out together or done anything in like....a year.”

Vivien: “Well, you did take off for a week. Where did you go anyways?”

Chloe: “Sulani! And then Windenberg.”

Vivien: “Wow, Dustin’s really treating you with that game dev money, huh?”

Chloe: “Yeah! Well, Dirk Dreamer actually took me to Sulani, then from there I went to Windenberg with Dustin”

Pierce: “Bit of a love triangle goin for ya then?”’

Chloe: “Sorta. I feel like maybe they’re just trying to one up eachother through me, but if it means I get a bunch of vacations out of it, then i don’t really mind. “

Pierce: “So you’re gold digging Glamma Opal would be so proud.”

Chloe: “No! I like them, Dirk actually just said that he could potentially see the possibility of maybe saying I love you at some point.”

Pierce: “Sweetie. Please don’t say that out loud to anybody else, I love you, but please. Do this for me.”

Vivien: “I got for realsies recognized on the street today for The Cute and the Confident. It’s really happening, guys.”

Chloe: “Aww, Vivi! I’m so proud of you!”

Vivien: “Right? I mean...I would enjoy it more if Veronica wasn’t there all the time, but I’ll live, I guess.”

Pierce: “You wouldn’t think there would be such an immediate need for a stunt double on a soap opera.”

Vivien: “That’s just it- at first she was just there for one scene but then they decided to make her my secret twin.”

Chloe: “Ewwww, did you tell them that you used to date?”

Vivien: “Yeah. They thought it was weird and made fun of us both a little bit, but said they were going with it anyway. They’re gonna do a bunch of mayhem where I pretend to be her and vice versa. It’s ridiculous- I mean, we don’t look that much alike.”

Chloe: “Ehh...you do, though.”

Vivien: “Pierce….”

Pierce: “Hmm?”

Vivien: “Your stomach is glowing.”

Pierce: “Fuck, not again.”

Chloe: “Oh my god, the Celestial Cleanse obviously isn’t enough, you need to go to the doctor!”

Pierce: “No!”

Vivien: “Why not?”

Pierce: “Because I keep getting these crazy fever dreams and I feel like I’m this close to my artistic breakthrough.”

Vivien: “Seriously? What if you, like, die?”

Pierce: “Then they’ll say that I died for my Art- I’m not seeing the downside here, Vivien.”

Vivien: “You’re so weird. I have to go to work- two more days, man, and I’ll teleport you to the doctors myself.”

Chloe: “Ohhh nooo, we’re going to the Bailey party in two days!”

Vivien: “Ohmygod, you’re so right. I wouldn’t make you miss that, Pierce. Three days.”

Pierce: “Ew. Fine, I guess that my muse has a deadline. I’ll see you before the Bailey party, I’m locking myself in my room!”

Vivien: “It’s almost three, I gotta get to set. I’m about to go adopt a baby that my twin stole from my ex husband.”

Chloe: “Good luck cutie! Steal the baby really good!”

*Knock Knock*

Chloe: “Hey Wallace!”

Walter: “It’s Walter. Remember? You...called me Radar, because of MASH- I think?”

Chloe: “Yes! You’re the one my sister has a crush on, what’s up?”

Walter: “Did...she say that?”

Chloe: “Aww! You guys are so cute! Boop!” Walter: “You...booped my nose.” Chloe: “I sure did! And I’m gonna do it again! Boop!”

Walter: “Ooo-kay. Uh- is Vivien here?”

Chloe: “Awww!”

Walter: “Okay.”

Chloe: “Cuties!!”

*default ringtone*

Walter: “Oh, I gotta take this. I’ll talk to you later, just tell her I stopped by.”

Chloe: “Who still has a ringtone? Just put it on vibrate, man.”

Walter: “No, I like it that way- no, not you mom. Bye Chloe. No- not bye Mom!”

Director: “Vivi, Roni, I need to talk to you.”

Director: “Listen, goils, I love ya. I do- but you need to stop playin’ the goils on the show so...ah…”

Vivien: “Devastatingly real?”

Veronica: “So deep it would make the ocean jealous?”

Director: “Horny.”

Vivien: “Excuse me?”

Director: “Ya’r evil twins and ya’r always flirtin’! I know ya haive a history but I don’t think this is workin.”

Vivien: “What? I worked my ass off to be here! I earned this job, she is a snake that came in and stole my life! Like some sort of...evil clone! Damnit!”

Director: “See, Vivi, I love that enagy from ya. But ya can neva seem to chanel that at har!”

Vivien: “Ridiculous. Of course I can.”

Vivien: “How dare you try to take this from me. You have not worked a day in your life to become what I am and what I am is flawless, so you can look at me with those big, beautiful brown eyes and that...quivering pouty lip, but you won’t get me off, hot stuff, no ma’am. You can come at me hard with everything you’ve got and I’ll take it because I never step down from a challenge.”

Director: “...”

Director: “So you see the problem, then, right?”

Vivien: “Yup. That’s on me, I see it now.”

Director: “Loik, it’s not a big deal. We’ll just fiyah one of ya.”

Veronica: “Wait, what? I didn’t do anything! I’ve been completely professional!”

Director: “I literally had to crop every shot you were in to just ya face beecause ya chest was heavin so much.”

Vivien: “So...who are you going to fire?”

Director: “I haven’t decided yet. We have a couple episode til they have tah give the baby back, and one of ya will die and take the othas place. Who it is, remains to be seen. Now’s the time to impress me, ladies!”

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Vivien: “Okay guys, We are at a defcon 10, do you hear me, this is serious. We need a plan, I need a big publicity boost so I don’t let go from my show. Aristocrat showdown, all three of us, we’re gonna go to the Bailey party, cause a big scene, end up in all the tabloids!”

Pierce: “Guys- can you do this out in the hall? I’m not feeling very well and you’re talking, like, so loud.”

Chloe: “Damn, Pierce-y, are you ok?”

Vivien: “You look like a monster.”

Pierce: “Thanks, Vivi. You look great too. You’re wig is on backwards.”

Vivien: “It is? Shit. Did I fix it”

Chloe: “Ew, why do you still wear those? It’s bad enough that you named them all and hang them up on our wall like roadkill trophies.”

Vivien: “Leave Samantha, Veronica, and La Fontaine out of this!”

Chloe: “What happened to Esteban?”

Vivien: “Bad blowout...it’s a bitter situation.”

Pierce: “What happened to you two talking out in the hallway?

Chloe: “Why do you have to sabotage everything I do?”

Pierce: “I wish you two had never been born.”

Vivien: “This is the Bailey Party! We’ve been waiting for this all year! Why do you two all of a sudden not care?”

Chloe: “I’m just...not up for a huge party, Vivi. I’ve been feeling weird all week, and obviously Pierce isn’t up to it..”

Pierce: “What’s obvious about it, Chloe?”

Chloe: “You’ve been glowing and rolling on the floor all afternoon, Pierce, obviously you should see a doctor.”

Pierce: “That is so rude. Fine. I’ll go to the party with you, Vivi, no need to twist my arm.”

Chloe: “What?!”

Vivien: “Come on Chloe!”

Chloe: “No, I’m way too tired tonight. Have fun- Pierce, maybe like...write my phone number on your forehead in case you pass out and go to the hospital.”

Pierce: “I’ll put it on my wrist.”

Chloe: “Have fun you two.”

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Pierce: “So what exactly is the plan here?”

Vivien: “We’re going to go out, greet as many of our connections as we can-”

Pierce: “Do we...have that many connections?”

Vivien: “Duh. Everybody watches my show, they’ll recognize me. It’s on every single day. So, go in there, find all of the people we know, and convince them to go to our afterparty at the bluffs.”

Pierce: “All the way to the bluffs? Why?”

Vivien: “Because of the atmosphere! And I know that somebody else is throwing a party there tonight and it’ll all be set up and we can form a coup pretty easily.”

Pierce: “Why can’t we just stage a coup at this party.”

Vivien: “How dare you, Pierce. Would you try to take a party away from Jay Gatsby?”

Pierce: “Gatsby? I thought this was the Bailey party, who’s Gatsby?”

Vivien: “Remember? Leonardo Dicaprio.”

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Chloe: “Hmm...I mean...I’m probably not, like...hmmm….”

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Vivien: “Hey!”

DJ: “Vivien!?”

Vivien: “I knew you’d remember me! You Dj’d a party I was at a few weeks ago! I tend to stand out in the crowd!”

Dj Fliphop: “You definitely do.”

*Default ring tone*

Dj: “Oh, I should answer that.”

Vivien: “Who still has a ringtone these days. Just put it on vibrate.”

*bzzz*

Vivien: “Like that! My phone is on vibrate like a normal person!”

Pierce: “Uughh. Vivi, I wanna go home.”

Vivien: “We can’t! DJ Flip- that’s what I call him, because we’re friends- is coming back in just a second- he’s a fan!”

Pierce: Hmm...no. You know what- I do not think I’m alright.” *Thump*

Vivien: “Ahh!”

Dj: “Vivien? Ok, it’s gonna be fine, I’ll get Pierce out of here, you call the doctor.”

Pierce: “What….electric man...what do you want from me…?”

Vivien: “Thanks, we’re just gonna be outside.”

Vivien: “Hey, uh...how… did you know my brothers name, Flip?”

Dj: “Uh...becaauuuse...I’m a fan! I love you on the cute and the confident. And I love the Aristocrat story, y’know, classic tabloid stuff, heh.”

Vivien: “Right. I should call my sister.”

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Chloe: “...ok...ok…ok….I can do this. I can handle this. This is fine. This will be fine.”

*phone vibrates*

Chloe: “Hello? Vivi, where have you been I’ve been trying to call you all night!”

Vivien: “What? Oh, it was on vibrate I guess I just didn’t notice.”

“Unbelievable.”

Chloe: “Who was that? Was that a robot?”

Vivien: “Yes. It’s not important- Pierce is in the hospital, can you meet us here?”

Chloe: “Oh my god, is Pierce okay?”

Vivien: “I don’t know yet!”

Chloe: “Hi. What...are you doing here?”

Vivien: “DJ Fliphopi got Pierce out of there and gave me a ride. He won’t take off his helmet though, apparently he’s quite the fan.”

Chloe: “Can, um, can I talk to you, Vivi? Alone?”

Dj: “Yeah, I, uh...I’ll just be over here.”

Vivien: “What’s up?”

Chloe: “I think I’m pregnant.”

Vivien: “What? Holy shit.”

Chloe: “Yeah.”

Vivien: “Who’s the father?”

Chloe: “Uh.”

Vivien: “You don’t know?”

Chloe: “No!”

Vivien: “Okay, uh, one thing at a time, okay?”

Chloe: “Yeah...yeah.”

Doctor: “Excuse me, Aristocrats? You can go in now.”

Pierce: “Hey, guys…”

Vivien: “Okay, I gotta say...I didn’t see that one coming.”

Chloe: “Eh...I kinda did.”

Pierce: “I would’ve appreciated a warning.”

Vivien: “It’s...kinda cute.”

Pierce: “Sorta.”

Chloe: “Can I...hold them?”

Pierce: “Please, it’s so weird.”

Chloe: “Hey there, what’s your name?”

Pierce: “Oh god, I should name it, right?”

Vivien: “I mean, it’s your baby, Pierce.”

Pierce: “That seems like kind of a stretch.”

Vivien: “So do we just like...have this baby we’re gonna take care of now? I don’t think I can live in an apartment with two babies, you guys, there’s not enough rooms.”

Chloe: “Vivien!”

Pierce: “Wait two babies? There’s another one? Where did they put it?!”

Chloe: “No! I mean...kinda. I’m pretty sure I’m pregnant.”

Vivien: “RIght, sorry, I didn’t mean to spill the beans on your mama mia situation.’

Pierce: “So...can you take care of it, Chloe?”

Vivien: “Pierce!”

Pierce: “Unless...I mean...we could always...have a little gallery opening....show some other art and…”

Chloe: “Are you really thinking about putting your baby in an art show?”

Pierce: “I don’t know! I don’t really want a baby, I’m way too young for this.”

Vivien: “You’re like 35.”

Pierce: “I’m basically 22, okay?”

Chloe: “So what does that mean?”

Pierce: “I dunno...I could just like...drop it off at mom and dad’s house. They usually seem pretty on top of this stuff. ”

Chloe: “Oh. yeah.”

Vivien: “That sounds like a pretty good idea.”

Pierce: “Yeah, they seem lonely since we moved out.”

Chloe: “That’ll be fun for them. Like a present.”

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*ding dong*

Lucky: “Hey kids! I wasn’t expecting you today, come in!!”

Pierce: “Weeeelll...I have a present for you! Here!”

Lucky: “.......Who’s baby is this?”

Pierce: “Uhh…”

Chloe: “Maybe we should reevaluate...how important...knowing the parent of a baby...is.”

Vivien: “You wanna know who’s baby this is, Mom? It’s yours!”

Lucky: “Um, ok, I guess we can take care of this little cutie...do they have a name?”

Pierce: “Nope! We thought that you’d want to!”

Lucky: “Are they an alien? Hey cutie...Hello….Roswell.”

Chloe: “Alien baby? Ghost mom! It’s a perfect match!

Vivien: “We’re gonna take off, stuff to do, soap operas to film. Love you guys!!”

Chloe: “You three have fun together!”

Pierce: “You’re welcome! Byeeeee, love you! ”

Thanks for reading! This chapter could also be called “How can I keep that alien baby and still make Chloe the heir since she won the poll” I’m sure Pierce will come around and do the right thing lol. Funny story about that- I complained on the official ea forum that I hadn’t gotten an alien abduction in a really really long time, in the next update they increased the likelihood, Pierce immediately gets abducted and gets pregnant, and I have to figure out how to deal with it. I love it. Anyway, leave a comment if you liked it!

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booneandco · 7 years

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Overheard LA&NY Meme

Decided to do this just for fun cause honestly I don’t think there are enough memes out there anyway – plus when I ran across this I was like this would be good writing shit. I tweaked some stuff here and there, anyway feel free to change the pronouns anyway you see fit! Happy RPing!

"You need to stop hooking up with guys who have 'projects'. You need to hook up with someone who has a 'career'."

"It's weird how the phrase 'He's following me' has evolved from terrifying into something to be proud of...'"

"I realize we'e on a date right now so this might sound kinda weird, but I'm not really into dating."

"I can't believe I have to lecture you about using your sugar daddy money responsibly"

"I feel like dogs are smarter than us... think about it, they know human words, do you know any dog words? Cause I don't..."

"They were so anal at night they'd eat Cheetos in bed with tweezers so the dust didn't get on the sheets – I swear I'm not exaggerating. "

"I'm pretty sure now a days 'spirituality' really means coming to terms with all of th people you've slept with."

"Meanwhile you're having this great romance I'm getting ghosted by a guy working at Trader Joe's."

"If they had been as committed to finding a real job as they were at trying to fuck me it they wouldn't still be driving for Uber – honestly it's not that much of a loss though,"

"It used to be about how long you date until you fuck, now about how long you fuck until you date."

"She's a blogger so she knows the difference between your and you're. It's so hot."

"Who invented the term 'booty call'? They should be compensated it's gotten a lot of use."

"I did coke last weekend with a guy named Kale."

"I just want a girl who's not going to destroy my shirts with all their make up when they rest their head on me."

"If you quote another meme and insist it's you helping me I am going to smack you."

“I buy myself an extravagant gift every month when I get my period to remind myself what I’d be giving up if I ever got pregnant.”

“I heard him ask his Alexa/Siri/Google where the G spot is.”

“My problem with dating is that I can’t differentiate between ‘bad guys’ and ‘bad boys’.”

"I wore your University of Chicago sweatshirt while buying the pregnancy test so at least they'd think I was irresponsible but book smart."

"I just changed all my contacts to emojis. You're a taco."

"Wait you're dating? What? Really? Why don't you just hook up like normal people?"

"If you think about it bars are like human dog parks... no really. All people do there is pee everywhere and hump people."

"Sometimes when I'm bored I wink at strangers when we make eye contact... you know, just to make them uncomfortable..."

"Dinner after you have sex with someone isn't called a 'follow-up dinner', it's called a date."

"I don't care if he was flirting with me, he charged me for ranch, like hell I'm leaving him my number.”

"I found out today that your brain stop developing when you start doing drugs so turns out we both have the brain of a 16 year old.”

"Sometimes when I'm signing a receipt I forget I'm not famous and kinda just get lost in my signature."

"We've been standing in line so long I'm tempted to text me ex."

"You think I'm joking but I mean it when I say Chinese takeout containers just blow by in the streets of New York like tumbleweed."

"I only meet up with guys/girls for drinks; my clothes are too expensive to be worn around food."

"I'm not going to see his play. Last time I went to some theater way up on the Upper West Side and his character died in the first 10 minutes."

"Chipotle is just Build-A-Bear for Mexican food if you think about it."

"My sister and I exchanged fingerprint passcodes yesterday. In case one of use dies, the other one will clear the other's Tinder history."

"It's amazing how many people in this city are rich for no reason. I've had like 11 roommates over the last 7 years, but douchebag over there has an amazing loft because his uncle died in a boating accident in 1986."

"I'd rather have Wi-Fi than heat."

"It's like an omen, if they say 'za' instead of 'pizza' just run the other way – jump ship before it leaves the dock, trust me”

"Ever since I raised my standards, I've just been celibate."

"Not to be ill-mannered, but you should lead more with your money because your personality is kind of a bummer."

"I realized it wasn't going to work out when I saw that they liked their own pictures and hashtaged 'fitfam' in almost post – No. Thank. You."

"Life should have a loyality program like yogurt shops... for every five assholes you date, you're rewarded with one regular human. How nice would that be?"

"Flowers are pretty, sure, but flowers die. You can buy 20 McDonald's hashbrowns for the price of a bouquet... think about that next time you wanna do something nice for someone."

"Just ask them out by text, that way you can distract them with an abstract meme if they say no."

"I'm sorry I'm late, I was 90% sure I saw Leonardo DiCaprio vaping on my street corner, but it was actually my landlord and we ended up talking for an hour about Moon landing conspiracy theories."

"I've just gotten so used to people being assholes that when someone is nice to me I feel like they owe me money or know something embarrassing about me."

"So, like, yeah. If I could get someone to watch my dog, I'd definitely go to space.”

"It was 2:30 in the morning and I was inviting you over to eat pizza, of course it was a booty call."

"I think I'm going to have to move apartments soon, I've slept with too many people in my building and it's becoming awkward."

"Your dating life is a crisis I would watch coverage of on the news"

"One of my favorite parts of being in a relationship is the threat of the breakup."

"I'm worried that being this hot is distracting people from how smart I am."

source: overheardla & overheardnewyork

#. ( yes please || meme )#hey look i made a thing!#. ( ooc || boone speaks )

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ghost-chance-digital-works · 6 years

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All in all, this piece would normally have taken a few days of work in sessions, but because I've been firmly in 'I needz a vakashun frum realty" mode, I got it all done in one...ungodly...long...stint. My arms were killing me afterward, all the way from my shoulders to my fingertips, and I'm going to be seriously stiff from leaning over the tablet so long, but it was friggin' worth it. Life's been pretty sh*t lately so it's nice to be able to accomplish something artistic despite the 'IRL drama" triggered writers' block I'm fighting. Honestly, this would have been a HELLUVA lot easier to accomplish if my hands were steady enough to actually DRAW, but I’m not going to let that hold me back. As promised, IMAGE EXPLANATION - feel free to skim or skip. - Orange and Pink - Briallen Hardy. Bree is paired with Michelangelo, whom we all know has some...difficulties with hyperactivity and focusing, and she also has some issues she's had to work past, namely some mild trauma from her last relationship and Beverly's long-term illness - an illness that nearly killed Bev. Mikey had to exercise patience while Bree worked out her fears and issues, and Bree had to endure an ungodly long time of waiting for her cousin to recover, all the while dreading the possibility that Beverly might actually die instead. Through it all, Bree and Mikey clung together, grew together, and they're just growing stronger. This was a lesson Mikey and Bree had to learn together - "miserable as waiting is and as hard as it is to be patient, the end result is worth it."

I hope y'all like this piece, since my fingers and wrists sacrificed themselves for it, and I hope everyone's having a good summer.

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