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caustic-curses · 4 years

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HPHM Profile: Seth Drystan

Thanks to @hogwartsmysterystory for the profile!

IDENTITY

Name: Seth Abraxas Drystan

Gender: Cisgender Male

Age: 15

Birth Date: 4/10/1973

Species: Wizard (Half-breed Werewolf)

Blood Status: Half-Blood (MuggleBorn)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Ethnicity: English

Nationality: British

Residence: Bristol, UK

Myer Briggs Personality Type: ISTP - The Detective

THE MAGE

1st Wand: Hornbeam| Dragon Heartstring core | 12in length | Pliant

Hornbeam selects for its life mate the talented witch or wizard with a single, pure passion, which some might call obsession (though I prefer the term ‘vision’), which will almost always be realized. Hornbeam wands adapt more quickly than almost any other to their owner’s style of magic and will become so personalized, so quickly, that other people will find them extremely difficult to use even for the most simple of spells. Hornbeam wands likewise absorb their owner’s code of honor, whatever that might be, and will refuse to perform acts – whether for good or ill – that do not tally with their master’s principles. A particularly fine-tuned and sentient wand.

Dragon Heartstring: As a rule, dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. Dragon wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. While they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner. The dragon wand tends to be easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, though it will not incline that way of its own accord. It is also the most prone of the three cores to accidents, being somewhat temperamental.

2nd Wand: Cedar | Rougarou Hair core | 10 ¾ in length | Supple

Whenever I meet one who carries a cedar wand, I find the strength of character and unusual loyalty. My father, Gervaise Ollivander, used always to say, ‘you will never fool the cedar carrier,’ and I agree: the cedar wand finds its perfect home where there is perspicacity and perception. I would go further than my father, however, in saying that I have never yet met the owner of a cedar wand whom I would care to cross, especially if harm is done to those of whom they are fond. The witch or wizard who is well-matched with cedar carries the potential to be a frightening adversary, which often comes as a shock to those who have thoughtlessly challenged them.

Rougarou hair: It was rumored to have an affinity for Dark magic, like vampires to blood.

Animagus: Asil Rooster

Misc Magical Abilities: Above average Legilimens but average at occlumency

Boggart Form: Himself fading into nothingness (being forgotten)

Riddikulus Form: A tap-dancing sparrow

Amortentia: It’s the scent of a blend of Mysore sandalwood, ambergris, violet leaves, French verbena & Florentine iris-translated into the following; the scent of smoke after a fire, woods in autumn, bittersweet chocolate

Amortentia: He smells laurels and orchid blossoms, the scent of parchment, and a faint hint of smoke mixing with iron. (Penny Haywood)

Patronus: Hippogriff

Patronus Memory: Asking Penny out on their first date and how much her eyes shone, smiling, as they danced.

Mirror of Erised: Being married to Penny whose 6 months pregnant with her second child, both of them happy as they hold the hands of their son.

Specialized/Favourite Spells: Impervius, Protego, Obscuro, & Finite Incantatem

APPEARANCE

Faceclaim: Gino Pasqualini

Game Appearance: (edited from a Slytherin chara, pretend his tie is red and gold)

Height: 5’9

Weight: 150

Physique: Mesomorphic

Eye Colour: grey eyes (C40 on 1998 eye color chart)

Hair Colour: Originally it was a dark red but a prank dyed it black.

Skin Tone: Ivory

Scars: Seth has 3 deep scars starting at his shoulders to his mid-back, he is self-conscious regarding them. He wears long sleeves due to some scarring on his forearms.

Inventory: Red-tinted glasses, a ring on either middle finger, and his lucky quill.

ALLEGIANCES

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor- current

Ilvermorny House: Wampus -former Organizations: Death Eaters and the Drystan family

Professions: Upon graduating-- Surveillor of Activity/ Investigator

HOGWARTS INFORMATION

Class Proficiencies:

Astronomy: ★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆

Charms: ★★★★★★★☆☆☆

DADA: ★★★★★★★★☆☆

Flying: ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆

Herbology: ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆

History of Magic: ★★★☆☆☆☆☆

Potions: ★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆

Transfiguration: ★★★★★★★★☆☆

Electives:

Care Of Magical Creatures: ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆

Divination: ★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆

Quidditch: Member of the Audience (he failed the tryouts)

Extra-Curricular: Dueling Club & Potions Club

Favorite Professors:

Professor Sprout - Not only is she kind, warm-hearted, and gentle in her guidance, but she is genuine in her teachings. It is obvious that she cares about the subject. Her careful tending and motherly focus has made her a favorite teacher for Seth. He regards her as if she were a favorite aunt and heeds her guidance with the same respect.

Professor Flitwick- What he lacks in size, he makes him in his determination, heart, and ambition. Seeing that there was potential in Drystan, he motivated the Gryffindor towards success. Sure, his focus may seem a bit wavering at times, he means well. As he endeavors his students towards their personal best, he appreciates his sort of instruction.

Least Favourite Professors:

Professor Rakepick- Her teaching methods are a bit reckless and overambitious. She seems driven to prove something but he’d rather it not be at his expense.

Professor.Kettleburn- This instructor is a reckless idiot and he is amazed that he isn’t dead yet.

RELATIONSHIPS

Brother: Kain Daws Drystan | (17yo) 02/14/1971- Aquarius

He is proficient in nonverbal magic although he keeps this as a well-guarded secret

His distrust and blatant dislike of Seth are obvious in their interactions.

He aspires to be an Auror rather than a politician

Brother: Amos Jorah Drystan | (17 yo) 02/14/1971-Aquarius

He is aware of Seth’s conflicted orientation but has, in a roundabout way, offered support and understanding

Desiring to be a professional philosopher, Amos delves into its study. Get too close and you’ll become the subject for evaluation

As a secret arsonist, he is responsible for setting fire to the small shed when they were children. Seth has yet to forgive him and isn’t sure if he ever will.

Adoptive Father: Judas Irah Drystan | (41 yo) 10/15/1947 -Pisces

Hogwarts Alumni: Ravenclaw

Is involved in the political agenda of the ministry though such details are kept secret

He is a polyglot: English, Spanish, Russian, and Danish.

Biological Father: Kaizer James Messere | (43 yo) 03/18/1945 -Pisces

Yale Alumni- operating as a prosecuting attorney

Taxidermy hobbyist

He is aware of the magical community and is envious (Squib)

Biological Mother: Moriah Eden Drystan| (38yo) 09/18/1948 - Virgo

She is a Stanford University Alumni (yes, she’s a muggle)

While her wedding may have been a shotgun wedding, she always loved him and continues to do so.

She is a werewolf having been turned when she was only nineteen

Adoptive Mother: Liesl Nicola Wilde| (38yo) 06/22/1948 - Cancer

Ilvermorny: Horned Serpent Alumni

She adores the performing arts and is obsessed with quidditch

She has only been married for ten years but she’s close to calling it quits

Love Interest: Penny Haywood

Best Friends:

Rowan Khanna

Andre Egwu

Charlie Weasley

Rival:

Laurent King

Diego Caplan

Enemy: Hector Silva, Samuel Gabehart

Dormmates:

Hector Silva

Adrien Reyes

TBA

Pets: Hoodini- Female Barn Owl

Closest Canon Friends:

Rowan Khana

Bill Weasley

Hagrid

Murphy McNully

Closest MC Friends:

Dahlia Goldman

TBA

BACKGROUND/HISTORY

Seth was only two years old when his family life erupted into chaos. It was during a family outing to stargaze when Moriah’s new reality began to set in. As her limbs contorted in pain, Kaizer grabbed his toddler and ran to the car. There they waited out the gruesome terror until Moriah was herself once more. Fearing what this would mean, Kaizer devised a plan to fake Moriah’s death. As his finances began to spiral out of grief, he was forced to give Seth up for adoption. The result was the placement in his uncle’s house.

At the age of twelve, he began to feel a similar attraction to boys as he does with girls. It was slight confusion but he paid no attention to it. It wasn’t until a few months later when he began to develop a crush on his best friend that he realized something might be ‘wrong’ with him. He took a risk with his friend and found such affections returned. However, this wasn’t to be a happy occasion as his father beat him severely upon finding out.

He has dated Corbyn Reyes (ages 14 and 15, respectfully). This only lasted for 3 months as their personalities continued to clash. It was intense, explosive and with a force of wills to match. It didn’t help that they didn’t share similar moral values or understand each other’s signs of affection. They broke up on hostile terms.

The drama involving the Silva’s and Drystan’s have been carried down through the centuries with most of it being forgotten by the Silva’s. The Drystan’s, however, maintain that this feud was the result of Silva greed and impotence. No one really knows the story. With the somewhat-recent history involving the Silvas, the members of the Drystan family are assured in their ascension to surpass them; as is their right.

PERSONALITY

Charismatic: Sociable and somewhat understanding, Seth prides himself on the ability to win over almost anyone. It helps that he can read a person generally well.

Condescending. This is a part of his arrogance as he tends to talk down to those who he believes to be inferior to himself. This is obvious in his actions but, more often, it is evident in his manner of speech.

Diplomatic: This comes from being raised by a politician. He is sensitive (only to matters that counts) and is able to deal with the general public effectively and efficiently. This is provided nothing bigoted leaves his mouth.

Hedonistic: The finer things in life were made for him. Check the receipt. He was created for a lavish lifestyle. It may be a weakness but he’s fine with that.

Prejudiced: Muggle-borns and werewolves. There are probably more but these are the most common. He isn’t a fan of half-breed creatures and considers them to be revolting.

MISC

Likes: Potions, Dueling, Whittling, Astronomy, and cats

Dislikes: being surprised, pranks, indecisiveness, and windchimes

Hobbies: Playing the violin, wizarding chess, gardening, and dueling

#hphm profile #seth drystan #just seth things #regarding seth #oh the irony #Its beautiful

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simply-yelly2 · 4 years

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Kiesha’ra: Dasi Pantheon Headcanon

Anhamirak and Ahnmik are mates, the first pair bond and their union represented the balance of order and chaos. They bore two children, the twin gods Kain and Kaya who fell in love with each other and whose dance brought the rains needed for life to prosper.

Eventually, Anhamirak and Ahnmik had a falling out and parted company (becoming the sun and moon, day and night).

Anhamirak soon fell in love with the elemental Leona and bore her a son named Namid who gives life, even in the wake of death and destruction.

Ahnmik, meanwhile, dove into the heart of the void and created the goddess Ecl, bringing her back to reality as the first merlin. Their child is the goddess Brysh, the first Aplomado falcon.

When she saw her former mate’s happy family, Anhamirak was filled with rage and attacked. Ecl and her daughter fled into the void, to which they still live to this day.

Anhamirak forgot about Leona and the elemental cursed the cobra goddess before turning her attention to a pair of humans. Zadre and Diosa. This would lead to the creation of the vampires and witches. But Leona never forgot Anhamirak’s betrayal, or how she took their son and made him a god who was loved and respected.

Leona chose to send her grandson Leben among the Dasi coven, hoping that it would divert the peoples’ worship from Anhamirak and the other gods. She did not imagine that one young woman would do anything to protect her people and the world. Maeve seduced Leben and was given the ability to change her shape into the form of a gaboon viper. Her people were also given the power to change into either birds or snakes. Leben left shortly after to report to his grandmother and Leona watched the events unfold.

Anhamirak was a fiery goddess, known for her temper. Her priestess, Kiesha, had the same fire. After being betrayed by Maeve, Kiesha took a husband and bore a son. Maeve was eventually exiled, leaving with a group of followers to form the Obsidian Guild.

Everything went to hell and things were going to get worse unless something was done. Cjarsa, the priestess of Ahnmik, dove into Ecl in order to change the future, then made a spell that would tear Kiesha’s magic in half.

The other half of the magic went into a little girl named Alisdair. She became the first hawk and her people the first crows, ravens, and sparrows. The Avians.

You pretty much know what happens next, The falcons make Kiesha stab Alistair in the back, the eight original serpents are killed...the war begins and is fought until Danica and Zane end it.

The entire Leona watches with a smile on her face, wondering how long it will take before the magic of Anhamirak overwhelms the world once more.

#kiesha'ra

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flourchildwrites · 5 years

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Witch, Please! Fictober 2019 (9/31)

A multi-fandom Fictober prompt compilation. Your wish is my command, but be careful what you ask for. You just might get it.

Prompt: “Shipwrecked” from Writetober 2019 Prompt List

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga, Fullmetal Alchemist - All Media Types, Fullmetal Alchemist (Anime 2003)

Relationship/Pairing: Team Mustang starring Riza Hawkeye, Implied Royai

Genre: Alternate Universe - Pirate

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Word Count: 1,507 words

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Riza Hawkeye's first memories were of the sea.

She remembered her mother pulling her up to peer over the bow of their ship, the Lady Elizabeth. The salt air had stung the young girl’s round face and caught the wispy ends of her dirty blonde hair. But even from the tender age of five, Riza saw freedom hanging just beyond the horizon, and she never once yearned for life on dry land. It was fair to say that Hawkeye earned her sea legs before she even learned to walk, born below deck and raised in the captain's quarters alongside a cabin boy who would one day become king of her floating castle.

At first, Riza resented her father’s deathbed decision to name Roy Mustang the captain and she the sailing master. By rights, the Lady Elizabeth was her property, but with time, she began to understand Berthold’s twisted, if accurate, logic. Captain Mustang had a dashing persona and an innate understanding of the way the world worked both at port and sea. He wielded his charism like a weapon, narrowly escaping one close call after another while Hawkeye tended to reply on the pistol tucked into her sash and the dagger hidden in her boot.

On nights like this one, Riza marveled at the way the crew responded to Captain Mustang’s confidence, even as she knew their ship was all but lost.

Lightning cracked the sky overhead as its tendrils cut the darkness to pieces. The weather had turned quickly, leaving precious little time to secure the sails and batten down the hatches, much less head further out to the open sea. Tempest winds rocked the ship back and forth, and the ship's sturdy planks groaned with the effort of resisting the melee.

“Tether yourselves to the ship,” Captain Mustang called out, “and get Furey down from the rafters.”

Disregarding his own well being, Quartermaster Havoc wrapped a length of rope around Hawkeye’s waist as she gripped the ship’s wheel and heaved it back into position. Overhead, Kain Fuery flew like a sparrow amongst the sails, as lithe as a dancer with the hardened edge of a seasoned boatswain. Only the young Elric brothers could hope to match his agility.

“Should we drop anchors, Captain?” Edward yelled. His pitchy voice strained against the wind and rain.

“Aye, do it now!”

No sooner than the word was given than Riza heard the telltale sound of metal scratching the deck and chains plummeting into the depths. For a split second, Hawkeye glanced in her captain’s direction and graced him with a stern but approving nod. They were going to make it. The storm would not…

No sooner had Roy’s onyx eyes met’s Riza’s copper gaze than the boat lurched, side-swept by the changeable tide. Wind battered the Lady Elizabeth’s starboard side, and the chain securing the anchors strained under the pressure, working against the vessel's integrity. It was then that both the captain and his sailing master remembered the damaged mainsail as well as the purpose of their journey to Tortuga — much-needed repairs. Another gust struck the ship sideways, and the Lady Elizabeth began to falter, her rafters snapped and the craft started to fall to ruin. In a split second, Hawkeye made a decision, communicated to her captain with little more than a look as the crew’s bodies were thrown about the tipping ship heading sidelong toward the craggy coastline.

“Abandon ship!”

Experienced sailors readied the rowboats, tossing supplies and helping injured crewmates into the smaller crafts. Riza’s hands tightened on the wheel even as she untied the tether at her waist. Hawkeye braced herself for as long as she could against the pull of the tide.

A flash of green caught Hawkeye’s sharp eye, and she glanced sideways to spy the ship’s quartermaster wedged beneath a pile of fallen debris. The bright green sash given to him by his sweetheart fluttered in the gale-force winds. Jean Havoc struggled to free his legs. His panic-stricken face paled as fresh blood painted the deck.

Hawkeye moved without the memory of deciding to do so. Her boots pounded against the worn planks as her spirit raged against the storm. All the while, she thought to herself that it was bad enough to lose her mother's ship. She refused to lose Jean as well, a crewmate and her friend.

“Havoc,” Riza cried as she reached him and pushed the wreckage from his legs. "We've got to go!"

Grabbing the muscled man under his arms and hoisting him upward, Riza helped him to the port side of the ship, closest to the shore. Both seafarers gripped the banister and looked down at the last remaining rowboat as a sickening crack sounded from above and the mainsail finally gave way.

“JUMP!”

For a moment, Riza felt her body suspended in midair alongside the injured quartermaster, and during those precious seconds, she traveled back in time. Gone was the wind whipping her loose shirt and pull of trousers skimming the contours of her legs. The pistol at the young woman’s waist fell away, and it was replaced by a child’s coin purse stuffed full of spending money for the market at Riza's favorite seaside town.

When Riza looked down, she did not see Captain Mustang. Instead, her mind's eye conjured images of 16-year-old Roy, dirty-faced but strong and freshly promoted to a full-fledged crewmate. The mischievous dark-haired boy laughed as he waited with open arms to catch her, and Riza trusted that he would let her fall. She knew they would find their way again, however hard they had to work to resurrect the Lady Elizabeth from Poseidon's grasp.

...

“Roy!”

Riza awoke with a start and sat up suddenly, clutching a bandaged area around her chest. She gasped for breath as her mind reeled, pulled unceremoniously from the unpredictable waters of the Carribean to a soft bed in a small room adorned with lace curtains that fluttered in the gentle breeze.

In the corner of the room, a familiar figure dozed in a moth-eaten armchair. Roy’s head lolled against the wall. His clothes seemed fresh-pressed and dry though his arm was bandaged and hung in a sling.

“Easy does it, girl,” a gravely female voice sounded from Riza’s bedside, accompanied by heavy footsteps against the house’s wooden floor. “You took quite a knock on the head and broke a few ribs in your fall, I suspect. Roy-boy brought you and the rest of the crew here last night. You’ve all been lucky to wreck so close to Tortuga. All except for that blond boy. Shame that, with a body like his.”

“You mean Havoc,” Riza interjected. “Did he… Is he…”

The older lady sighed and placed a basin of water on Riza’s bedside table. Even under the pressure of Riza’s unspoken inquiries, she took her time. The woman straightened up and tucked a lock of dark hair behind her bejeweled ear. The deep lines of her aged face betrayed no emotion.

“He’s alive if that’s what you asking,” she clarified, “but I can’t say he’ll walk again. Now, clean yourself up. I’ll send Madeline in to check your wounds and redress them if necessary. Unless, of course, you’d like Roy-boy to do it. He was very insistent that no one see your back.”

At the mention of her tattoo, Riza laid back. She pressed her neck against the pillows and swallowed hard. Briefly, she searched the older woman’s face for a sign of recognition and marveled that Roy would expose the map to anyone outside their small circle of trusted equals. It was said that Van Hohenheim’s treasure was without compare, containing treasure greater than gold that could reverse death itself. Roy sought it for his departed best friend and Riza for her mother.

In response, the women merely chuckled. “Smart girl. I wouldn't trust me either,” she said, turning her back to Riza and walking toward the door, “but in this case, I think we’d both be proven wrong. They call me Madame Christmas around these parts, but you can call me Chris Mustang.”

She thrust the door of the room open, ushering in sights and sounds from the tavern below. From her perch on the bed, Riza spied a few familiar figures moving with ease around the barroom. Riza breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the comforting sound of Heymans Breda’s fiddle, Alex Armstrong’s boisterous laugh and the Elrics squabbling over the merry ruckus. The smell of beer and freshly baked bread soothed her senses as effectively as the gentle lapping of calm waves against the shore.

“Welcome to The Prodigal Son Tavern and Inn, Miss Hawkeye,” Chris announced. She threw a softer glance in Roy’s direction as he snoozed peacefully through the hubbub. “It’s nice to have its namesake back again.”

And though Riza missed the sound of seagulls and feel of the sun on her freckled skin, she was content that the Lady Elizabeth’s grand misadventure had somehow lead her to a place that felt like home.

A/N: When I saw the shipwrecked prompt, I had to do this even though I know nothing about sailing. This chapter is heavily inspired by @tomochingus' ridiculously amazing Pirate AU art. No, I did not ask permission to write this. Yes, I do feel a little bad about that, and if anyone if upset at me, I am sorry. I just really wanted to share this! As always, please send me pairing requests for particular Fictober prompts through my tumblr. I've got one prompt (YAY), and I'll be working on it soon. Otherwise, if you read something you like, let me know. Your kudos, bookmarks, subscriptions, comments, likes and reblogs mean so much to me.

#virthiefictober #fictober19 #writetober19 #fma #fmab #riza hawkeye #roy mustang #royai #team mustang #jean havoc #kain fuery #madame christmas #pirate au #shipwrecked #tomochingus #flourchildwrites

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tawnywrites · 6 years

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Who Are You? | Ordinacy Cast

These are the 9 main characters of ORDINACY. I’m sure everybody is familiar with Klein, Kasie, and Edlyn by now since they are seen in two of my drabbles and Kasie is introduced in Chapter 1. (You can read Chapter One HERE)

How Would They React to Meeting You:

Kasie: “Oh. Um. I’m Kasie Williams! Er. I’m 16? I like Coldplay, do you like Coldplay? Ah- fu-I’m horrible at this. Um... How about this. Can we play basketball instead?”

Edlyn: “I’m Edlyn Cassidy! Please call me Edlyn however you like! It’s rude to ask for a woman’s age you know? Hm? You want to know what’s my favorite book? Geekerella, Attachments, and Cinder. You want to read with me?”

Klein: “I’m Kaine Leinn and no, you’re not allowed to use Klein. Why? Are we friends? No, then don’t use it. You’re asking for my favorite instrument? I can play the piano... You want me to play for you? Haha. Syke.”

Sparrow: “Huh? Whoops. I didn’t see you there. Call me Sparrow and I’ll call you, Sparkle! Hey, why that’s your reaction? You should be proud I called you Sparkle! Oh. Want me to call you Bling Bling?”

Carol: “What are you doing in the clinic? Boss isn’t around yet. Huh? You want to know my name? You’re a stranger though... I’ll have to ask the boss if you are trustworthy first...”

Hazuki: “Hey! Get out of there! What are you doing here!? Oh no- I’m sorry for startling you. I was just worried. Are you sure this is really the time to ask for my name? I’m H. You want to know my real name? I can’t tell you that. It’s classified.”

Jinno: “Oh? You arrived! I’ve been waiting for you. Where are my manners? I’m Lady Jinno, would you like tea? No? Alright. What brings you here? You want to get to know me? Ah, you will have to beat me in a game of chance.”

Mirra: “Huh? You want to know my name? Sorry, I don’t give my name so freely, you can head over to where you belong. Oh? You’re persistent. Fine. Call me Queen. I thought you want my name? If you can’t call me Queen then that’s your loss, buddy”

Theo: “...Get out. Now. You won’t leave? I’ll count one to three. THREE.”

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #oc stuff #ahimreallynervoustoposthis #ordinacy #sparemepls #imdead

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fallenrazziel · 6 years

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Thank you for tagging me @danchoupls

Rules: Write your 10 favorite characters from 10 different fandoms and tag 10 people

(In no particular order and not all anime)

1. Levi Ackerman (Shingeki no Kyojin)

2. Liquid Snake/Eli (Metal Gear Solid Series)

3. Raziel (Legacy of Kain Series)

4. Kusuriuri (Ayakashi Mononoke)

5. The Joker (Batman)

6. Jack Sparrow (Pirates of the Carribean)

7. L (Death Note)

8. Victor Nikiforov (Yuri on Ice)

9. Loki (Thor)

10. Kuja (Final Fantasy IX)

I tag @eyebrowluv @kittyboo8015 @mini-levi @chopzoe @sensitive-eruri @lady-of-rohan @cthulhuwithtea @miyakuli @blakesfeather @shadowgale96

#favorite characters #fallenRaziel

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apriyanticollect-blog · 4 years

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adeleisexceptional · 5 years

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Last Year Richard “Ashraph’ Ramsaran invited myself, Peter Doig, Jackie Hinkson, Paul Kain, Sabrina Charran, Che Lovelace, Parker Nicholas and David Subran to give our versions of The Mighty Sparrow’s spectacular legacy.

I chose to whimsically portray his songs in what I coin my ‘dimensional embroidery’ miles of wrapped embroidery thread around shaped wire and wadding. I choose the songs, Congo Man, Marajin and Mr.Benwood Dick.

#Adele/2018/The Mighty Sparrow Show @The Frame Shop #Adele/dimensional embroidery #Adele/Congo Man #Adele/Marajin #Adele/Mr.Benwood Dick #The Mighty Sparrow #The Frame Shop #Ashraph #Adele/The Mighty Sparrow #Adele/The Frame Shop

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feegur-blog · 7 years

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Jatuh Cinta pada Film India (sudahlah, kau tak akan mengerti…)

Saya masih ingat betapa saya membenci film Kuch Kuch Hota Hai.

Bapak saya tidak habis-habisnya mengutuki Shah Rukh dengan sebutan cengeng, banci, dan lain sebagainya. Ketika ada Shah Rukh di televisi, Bapak saya hanya mampir berdiri di depan televisi sambil memakinya. Namun, alasan saya membenci film tersebut bukan berdasar pada sinisme Bapak saya. Geli rasanya melihat adegan di mana lelaki yang jauh dari kesan gagah karena gampang menangis karena cinta. Apalagi ditambah dengan kegemaran menyanyi dan menari di taman! (Belakangan saya mulai nggak yakin kalau film yang bikin saya geli dengan Shah Rukh adalah Kuch Kuch Hota Hai, jangan-jangan termasuk Dil To Pagal Hai, Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge, de el el)

Shah Rukh adalah alasan saya membenci film Kuch Kuch Hota Hai… hingga kemudian saya membenci film India. Konon televisi swasta jaman saya masih SD dulu kompakan untuk selalu memutar film(-nya) Shah Rukh Khan setiap kali mereka niat bikin program box office film Bollywood. Praktis saya selalu mengasosiasikan film India dengan Shah Rukh. Ya, si Shah Rukh! Menonton film India berarti bersedia melihat si Shah Rukh berlenggok dan menangis (bawang) bombai karena cinta. Jangan salahkan prasangka anak SD!

Masa-masa kejayaan si Shah Rukh di televisi (Jakarta yang bersiaran ke seluruh) Indonesia tersebut seolah menghapus segala memori indah masa kecil saya bersama film India. Mungkin saya masih berusia empat. Mungkin saya masih TK nol kecil. Saya tidak begitu ingat. Tapi saya ingat bahwa dulu mata saya berulang kali lengket ke layar kaca saat nonton film India yang tayang siang hari. Judulnya saya tidak pernah ingat. Saya hanya ingat Inspektur Vijay menang melawan penjahat di suatu lapangan pasir yang luas mirip alun-alun di tengah bangunan, lalu untuk alasan yang selalu klise bala bantuan polisi selalu datang terlambat… Barangkali itu filmnya Amitabh Bachchan. Atau Govinda??

Film India yang begitu Indah dan membuat saya terpaku itu menyajikan keseruan luar biasa (barang kali… saya juga tidak ingat). Keseruan itu berupa adegan berkelahi mungkin mirip serial Power Ranger yang selalu saya tonton di hari Minggu. Barang kali… saya juga tidak ingat. Tapi saya yakin memori potekan dari masa kecil saya ini benar kenyataan. Pokoknya begitu!

Film India selalu di sana… menanti saatnya yang tepat untuk kembali menyapa saya. Tanpa sepengetahuan si Shah Rukh tentunya.

Sewaktu saya SMA, saat yang agak tepat akhirnya datang. Film India kembali menyapa saya melalui 3 Idiots. Bukan jagoan yang ahli berkelahi, bukan inspektur polisi yang berkeringat seusai menghajar cecunguk, namun jelmaan om-om dalam peran anak kuliahan. Sebagai anak SMA yang sedang kehilangan sosok idola yang pantas digilai, saya langsung kesengsem dengan tokoh Rancho yang tampan, konyol, namun luar biasa jenius sekaligus peka.

3 Idiots membuat saya merasakan kembali mata saya yang sempat lengket ke layar (yang sudah berganti zaman jadi layar) LCD. Namun, sepertinya si Shah Rukh mengetahui konspirasi film India untuk kembali dalam kehidupan saya. Bayang-bayang kegelian menonton si Shah Rukh muncul kembali ketika melihat adegan joget mana pun dalam film 3 Idiots. Tidak cukup di situ, si Shah Rukh nampaknya masih murka dengan konspirasi tengil ini. Sebagus apa pun film 3 Idiots, film tersebut tetap berakhir dalam label “film norak karena asalnya dari India” dalam lingkaran pertemanan saya. Saat yang agak tepat memang tidak bisa memaksa, sehingga film India kembali menjadi kategori yang saya benci.

Aamir Khan memang cukup mengisi kekosongan sosok idola yang saya cari. Meski di bawah tekanan, saya melanjutkan nonton Taare Zameen Par setelah nonton 3 Idiots. Semua dilakukan diam-diam, tanpa woro-woro saya sudah menonton satu film bagus ke teman-teman. Namun, agaknya si Shah Rukh masih belum mengizinkan cinta yang bersemi antara saya dengan film India. Ini karena saya masih percaya bahwa setiap adegan joget dalam film India adalah adegan yang tidak perlu. Pikturisasi lagu, begitu menyebutnya, selalu mengingatkan saya dengan si Shah Rukh yang melenggok di taman sambil menggoda lawan main perempuan yang kehabisan kain baju.

Sulitnya kisah cinta saya dengan film India membuat saya berhenti dan menyerahkan diri pada film-film standar (maksudnya Hollywood) yang dipercayai oleh lingkungan saya sebagai film yang normal, bagus, berkelas, dan selera (lebih) tinggi (daripada Bollywood). Standar kuantifikasi atas film Hollywood tidak pernah saya tanyakan dari mana asalnya. Mungkin akibat imperialisme yang kelamaan. Mungkin juga itulah cara untuk selamat dalam kerasnya lingkungan pertemanan. (Atau jangan-jangan ini ulah si Shah Rukh?!)

Begitu terus sampai bertahun-tahun… saya hanya menonton film Hollywood (sesekali Indonesia). Bisa dibilang, awiting tresna jalaran saka kulina. Kebiasaan saya mengkonsumsi film Hollywood membuat saya bisa menyebutkan film mana saja yang menyenangkan untuk ditonton. Sering kali merasa bangga dengan beberapa pilihan film tertentu karena plot cerita yang aneh. Atau sekedar berusaha menjadi penggemar dari kisah imajinatif yang kelewatan tentang masa depan.

Sebegitu terbiasanya saya dengan film Hollywood hingga saya abai pada sapaan halus film India. Bahkan ketika lingkungan pertemanan tidak lagi memiliki kategori norak untuk negara produsen film, saya tetap tidak menggubris film India.

Sapaan selanjutnya adalah melalui film PK. Aamir Khan yang sempat dulu saya puji karena wajahnya yang rupawan dalam 3 Idiots kembali menyapa saat itu. Namun, saya tidak menggubris. (Belakangan saya menyesal luar biasa tidak memanfaatkan kesempatan untuk nonton PK di bioskop Indonesia! Luar biasa menyesal dan berakhir nyesek! Bioskop Indonesia jarang sekali menjual film India. Jika pun ada yang menjual, maka itu adalah bioskop-bioskop Jakarta. Saya tidak memanfaatkan kesempatan itu ketika saya tinggal di Jakarta. Masih nyesek. Aamir Khan selayar tancep nggak ditengok!).

Nampaknya film India belum lelah juga. Kesetiaan untuk menunggu kesempatan YANG TEPAT akhirnya datang untuk film India dalam kehidupan saya. Masih melalui Aamir Khan, si santo, film India kembali menyapa saya dengan film Dangal. Santo Aamir hanya terlihat tampan selama beberapa menit, sisanya ia nampak seperti roti khas India yang sedang dibakar di atas kompor, menggembung. Bukan karena fisik santo Aamir yang sempat saya puji, namun justru karena cerita yang entah mengapa terasa masuk akal dan detil.

Akibat Dangal itulah dengan seketika saya merasa Hollywood adalah omong kosong belaka. Si Shah Rukh dengan Kuch Kuch Hota Hai-nya telah terperdaya berhasil dibuang ke palung. Saya jatuh cinta kembali dengan film India! Tanpa takut mengalami tekanan dalam lingkaran pertemanan, tanpa bayang-bayang si Shah Rukh, tanpa asosiasi lelaki norak yang cengeng dalam setiap film India!

Semua serba tiba-tiba. Tiba-tiba juga saya nggak nafsu dengan film Hollywood apa pun. A-pa-pun! Saya bahkan melewatkan aksi terbaru Jack Sparrow yang dulu sempat menjadi panutan saya semasa sekolah. Saya juga melewatkan banyak film kartun terbaru bikinan Pixar maupun Dreamworks. Menonton trailer film Hollywood terbaru pun seolah sudah bisa menebak akhir filmnya.

Semua itu saya rasakan berbeda dengan film India. Setelah Dangal, saya memburu film India. Film apapun, tidak ada santo Aamir pun tidak masalah! Saya merasakan ekstase luar biasa ketika mampu memahami kaitan dialog dalam durasi yang terkutuk. Saya merasakan ekstase ketika saya gagal membuat plot twist untuk akhir cerita yang sulit saya tebak. Saya juga merasakan ekstase ketika saya bersimbah air mata atas kisah cinta mematikan yang tidak bisa diselamatkan dengan logika apapun (nah ini ada ceritanya tersendiri… nanti saya tulis!). Hollywood tidak memiliki hal yang seperti ini! Ekstase tersebutlah yang membuat saya kembali mencintai film India, sangat mencintai. Santo Aamir sudah menumpas si Shah Rukh yang cengeng dan seperti godir meliuk-liuk!

Ah sudahlah… Kau tak akan mengerti.

PS: I never said Shah Rukh is a bad actor. Forget it, you won’t understand.

#dangal #aamir khan #saos2017 #PK #3idiots #fan

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