As much as I hate that almost every female characters motivation is "love" or something to that degree, I think it absolutely fits for Vaggie and I will die on this hill
She spent most of her afterlife being treated as a weapon, probably to the point that's all she thought she could be. An exorcist, a killer. Her first real act of mercy is punished so severely it leaves her basically crippled and thrown into the literal streets to die by the only people she could even consider calling her "friends" at the time. She's abandoned, a broken tool with no more use.
And then Charlie finds her and Charlie doesn't want a weapon, she just wants to help. She sees this woman, injured and broken and lost, and the only thing she can think is "I have to do something". An act of mercy, of kindness. Of love
And Vaggie is desperate to repay that kindness, to prove that she can be more than a broken weapon. That she is a person capable of good who can protect the people she cares about. Everyday Vaggie is trying her hardest to become the best version of herself, not only for herself but for Charlie. The one who saved her, love really is Vaggie's savior and I love that for her because she deserves it. She deserves to feel adored and loved and worthy
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Music Monday
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Three songs for The Silver Chronicles, Life, Despair & Monsters and an Original Work of minet. Also I'm putting my WIP Wednesdays on hold, as I'm working on my newest "Intro Post" and some Masterlists. Anyway, listen and read below the cut:
Silva and Azriel's mother-daughter relationship in Silva's Hope is one of the key turning points of the fic (the underlying themes of motherhood not withstanding); it causes Silva to reevaluate her standing with both Eden's Gate and the Resistance in Hope County and motivates her to take a much more proactive rogue approach, seeking to push both factions towards a peace without spilling anymore bloodshed as there had already been (before she was just trying taking out her grief, pain and her bottled up trauma onto the cult that was similar to the two that took everything from her, and hoping to get killed in the process, a roundabout way to end her own suffering without dishonoring/abandoning the sacrifices made to get her to safety). It also gives her the chance to acknowledge and accept the death of her daughter Persephone; something she's been guilt-ridden about throughout her grief, never allowing her to make peace with it. Silva's upbringing was shaky, her childhood spent with a man who's intentions towards her were anything but pure, and her adolescence spent with the father she wished she had before things went to hell. Silva sees herself in Azriel; a girl harmed by the zealotry of a cult and denied the affection she needed and craved for until later in her life. Silva hopes to be the mother Azriel can rely on, as well as a fiercer protector. This song is both a mix of Azriel and Silva's perspective (in a way), though it's also Silva echoing promises Paul had told her (when he was a better person) but directed to Azriel this time:
"There was a time, I used to look into my father's eyes
In a happy home, I was a king, I had a golden throne
But those days are gone, now the memory's on the wall
I hear the songs from the places where I was born
Up on the hill, across the blue lake
That's where I had my first heartbreak
I still remember how it all changed
My father said
Don't you worry, don't you worry, child
See Heaven's got a plan for you
Don't you worry, don't you worry now, yeah
There was a time, I met a guy of a different kind
And we ruled the world, I thought I'd never lose him out of sight
We were so young, I think of him now and then
I still hear the songs, reminding me of a friend, oh
Up on the hill, across the blue lake
That's where I had my first heartbreak
I still remember how it all changed
My father said
Don't you worry, don't you worry, child
See Heaven's got a plan for you
Don't you worry, don't you worry now, yeah
Don't you worry, don't you worry, child
See Heaven's got a plan for you
Don't you worry, don't you worry now, yeah."
Next song is for an Original WIP of mine called Mario: Mother's Boy, a kind of origin story for one of my OCs from The UnTitledverse, Mario Emmet, a quippy shapeshifting alien that feeds on fear, and his time being raised by his mother, Abigail Emmet, who had spent nearly a century prior masquerading as a human outlaw with the Van Der Linde Gang (and feeding off the terror of her enemies). The fic starts from 1979 and ends in 1988, ending a few months Mario's other story, The Adventures of Debra Holmes and her Amazing Best Friend Mario Emmet, in The UnTitledverse. Throughout the fic, Abigail struggles with raising her very impulsively instinctively driven son, helping him masquerade as a human while teaching him human morals and culture (while retaining some of their better alien traditions that doesn't call for the disregard of other's health), going out on hunts to feed both herself and Mario (all the while terror becomes a harder emotion to elicit from her prey, though thankfully fear isn't difficult for Mario to pry out of his own prey), making decisions that put her son before herself, something that goes against her species very nature, as well as face her own impending mortality as her lifespan shortens. But for Abigail, as long as Mario is prepared to survive in this world without her, then that's enough for her, even if the time they had together was never enough.
"I'm trying to hold my breath
Let it stay this way
Can't let this moment end
You set off a dream in me
Getting louder now
Can you hear it echoing?
Take my hand
Will you share this with me?
'Cause darling, without you
All the shine of a thousand spotlights
All the stars we steal from the night sky
Will never be enough, never be enough
Towers of gold are still too little
These hands could hold the world but it'll
Never be enough, never be enough
For me
Never, never
Never, never
Never, for me, for me
Never enough
Never enough
Never enough
For me, for me, for me
All the shine of a thousand spotlights
All the stars we steal from the night sky
Will never be enough, never be enough
Towers of gold are still too little
These hands could hold the world but it'll
Never be enough, never be enough
For me
Never, never
Never, never
Never, for me, for me
Never enough, never, never
Never enough, never, never
Never enough
For me, for me, for me
For me."
Cyberpunk: Corporate Shutdown is a Cyberpunk 2077 fic apart of Life, Despair & Monsters, following Min-Ji "Vasilisa" Choi, codenamed to simply "V" (supposed to be the Roman numeral of "Five"/"Fifth" but in Night City, people are pricks, so that number became a letter), as she navigates through the cesspool that is Night City, the dominion of Arasaka on American soil. She is mentored by both Johnny Silverhand (in her head) and an old companion of his, Rico (who Arasaka had intentions to weaponize him but he managed to escape before they could touch any more organs... though he is fighting off the side effects of Cyberpsychosis due to almost being full-borg, something forced upon him by Arasaka), into the life of a Cyberpunk. They intend to burn down Arasaka and their main enforcer, Adam Smasher, along with it. However, Smasher isn't alone; he has a pet by the name of "Impulse", and it seems Militech want a piece of the action with their newest creation: "Inviticus", so helpfully designed by one Sir Enigma Malvolio.
"Young blood, run like a river
Young blood, never get chained
Young blood, heaven need a sinner
You can't raise hell with a saint
Young blood, came to start a riot
Don't care what your old man say
Young blood, heaven hate a sinner
But we're gonna raise hell anyway
Raise hell, yeah
Raise hell
Somebody gotta, gotta raise a little hell
Baby, drop them bones
Baby, sell that soul
Heaven, fare thee well
Somebody gotta, gotta raise a little hell
(Oh, my-my, oh, hell yeah)
Somebody gotta, gotta raise a little hell
(Oh, my-my, oh, hell yeah)
Somebody gotta, gotta raise a little hell
Young blood, stand and deliver
No need for a queen affair
Young gun, gotta pull the trigger
When the whole world running scared.
Raise hell!"
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i tought we might take a moment to appreciate the striking cover art of finnish translations of the first 3 vampire chronicles!
the artist is hannele vanha-aho.
this is how the books looked like when i dragged them home from a local library some 23 (?) years ago. i still love these covers!!
interview with the vampire was first published in finnish in 1992 as "veren vangit" ( = prisoners of blood), translated by hanna tarkka, who also translated the following ones ->
the vampire lestat, "vampyyri lestat", published in 1993, and ->
the queen of the damned, "kadotettujen kuningatar", in 1994.
two decades later these three remain the only books in whole vampire chronicles that have been translated in finnish. (other works by anne rice haven't been published in finnish either, except for: the beauty books. makes me wonder about finland's publishing houses' priorities 😒)
so of course, after finishing these three, i had no other option but to pick up my first ever book in english, the tale of the body thief, when i was 14. which basically means it was lestat who taught me english (thank you monsieur de lioncourt!). and it warms my heart to have recently learnt that a few other of my friends have actually had this exact same experience! truly some life-altering literature.
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