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If 2/2/22 falls on a Tuesday it could also be known as “2’s Day”

#musings. || WILHELM VON BLUMENTHAL

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      “Tian, what do you MEAN you forgot about me celebrating 2/22/22?!”

      “Ah ah ah, if she’s got no muse for you, you shouldn’t complain!”

#little lost valkyrie. || WILHELM VON BLUMENTHAL #death's fingers on the keys. || IC

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Look at the awesome banners @dicerph made me!!! You should definitely check x out, x’s so talented!!! <3 <3 <3

#dicerph #word of god™. || TIAN SPEAKS

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Franzi has an Onlyfans. Yes, it’s 18+. Yes, it’s so fucking predictable. But what she will never do, no matter how much people beg and plead, is post NSFW on her Onlyfans while shapeshifted into Franz Liszt. She knows that as Liszt he wouldn’t have wanted his future life to use himself that way, and so she views doing NSFW as Liszt as a form of disrespect to her own memory. Of course, people reacted in dickish and entitled ways upon hearing this, but Franzi wove them away. “Some things,” she said, “just aren’t meant for you to see.”

#macabre manuscripts. || HEADCANON

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Wilhelm isn’t Richard Wagner. That much is clear. But he and other characters refer to Wagner’s music as “his” music and the concept of the gesamtkunstwerk as his concept because Meloetta gave him the rights to it. She basically did what some Harry Potter fans did to JKR and said “the original creator never made this, we’re giving it to someone better.” And oh, he gloats about it a LOT when he’s a kid. My music dramas this and my characters that. But when he grows older, he goes through the same crisis that every other classical musician has gone through with regards to Wagner’s work: Can we separate the art from the artist so easily? Will Meloetta giving the works to someone else to alter and fix as he pleases erase the original stain that Wagner possibly left on it?

I honestly don’t have an answer to that. Neither does the world of classical music. But one day, if he decides that he can’t be the fixer-upper Meloetta intended him to be, he’s going to give the rights to Wagner’s music back to Meloetta and they will belong to no one.

#headcanon. || WILHELM VON BLUMENTHAL

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Music is liquid architecture; Architecture is frozen music.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (via thoughtkick)

#reaching out to the great beyond. || MUSINGS

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szarkai​:

——— NO!

The fiery blast knocked the avian right out of the sky, sending it plummeting to the ground. It was terribly burned, and unable to fly and make it’s own escape, let alone carry Frederic back to the Conplus with it. The poor thing cried and squawked for mercy, and Frederic was moved to tears by the sound….

He tried to move. The pain surged, and he screamed. With no other option…. he turned to Wilhelm.

“I surrender. You may enter the phase of capture, I shall be your prisoner of war if that is what you desire: For you have earned such. If you have any honor for the sanctity of the battlefield you’ll get us to treatment…. and after that, do with us as you please.”

Surrender! Surrender! Just what he wants--what he thinks he deserves! He’s positively shaking in his ecstasy, with the one he so detests practically writhing for mercy at his feet! 

(But of course, in his excitement, he completely misses the fact that Dvorak is nowhere to be seen…)

      “Oh, I’ll give you a treatment, all right,” he says, with a grin as crazed as the frenzied phase of Meloetta that he channels. “The kind of treatment that Fáfnir and I think is most appropriate for religious zealots such as yourself--”

      “WILHELM VON BLUMENTHAL!”

He jumps at the sound of that thunderous baritone shout. Fáfnir whirls around, his eyes going wide like a guilty cat caught chewing up its owner’s socks. It’s Dad Liszt, coming to Frederic’s rescue (and Wilhelm’s doom!) And who should come trotting up by his side, having long gone to fetch him, other than…

      “DVORAK! YOU BETRAYED ME!”

The pygmy Hippowdon gives a self-satisfied snort. You’ve gone too far, Wilhelm. You’ve gone too far.

      “Now just what do you think you’re doing?”

      “What do you mean what am I doing, Dad? This is the guy who was insulting your religion!” 

      “Yes, but--look at what you’ve done to him! I don’t think a few tasteless words comes anywhere near close to justifying this…this…”

      “A few ? Just a few?” Wilhelm cries. “You said it yourself, Dad! He’s an extremist!”

Franz narrows his eyes.

      “You may be able to use adult words, my boy, but by no means do you have an adult’s judgment!” he snaps, but his gaze softens as he turns to Frederic. 

      “You and your Pokémon look quite hurt, Doctor. Where should you like me to take you?”

Wilhelm crosses his arms and pouts. All he can do now is fix his pet hippo with a glare.

#szarkai #thread 03. || szarkai #little lost valkyrie. || WILHELM VON BLUMENTHAL #death's fingers on the keys. || IC

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szarkai​:

——— “Don’t you call me a—” BAM.

He’d be nothing short of a corpse right now if he wasn’t part fae. As much as he hated it, it intertwined him with extra endurance, so he could survive even a devastating attack as such. He’s certianly not a fun toy to play with. He doesn’t scream, he doesn’t cry— the closest thing Willhelm would get would be a wail or groan when the poison seeped into Frederic’s flesh. He would’ve normally been weak to it, had he not built up tolerance by experimenting on himself. 

His Scizor, still brutally injured from the battle, watches on in horror. His Naganadel was not consious to see his master be beaten… and that was likely for the best. Scizor limped over to his master, who was somehow still conscious, thought the poison was seeping through him…. his legs throbbed. He knew he’d need to get himself back to the Conplus immediately.

With the last of his strength, he put two fingers to his mouth to whistle, and his Corviknight descends, wings outstretched intimidatingly. 

      “How’d you like that, old man?” he crows. “Bet that’s the last time you’ll ever think about giving someone your brand of disrespect--”

That’s when the shadow falls over him. And that’s when he knows.

SHIT! Here comes another one! Are there more? Damnit, he only has the three of his Pokémon with him…

      “Incoming, Fáfnir!” 

But the dragon doesn’t even need to hear his master’s cry. He’s already alert to the sound of steel-plated wings whisking through the air, and he’s already prepared. Three of his heads tilt toward the new threat, letting loose great blasts of bright blue Flamethrower toward the iron bird. 

Wilhelm smirks at the sight. This one might be the exception to the rule, but Corviknights aren’t really known for their agility…

#szarkai #thread 03. || szarkai #little lost valkyrie. || WILHELM VON BLUMENTHAL

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——— A crushing defeat. Keep in mind, he only had his work duo on him, the rest of his team were safe at home…. He would’ve won with his Corviknight at his side. 

“A coward flees, and lives to one day die alone. A martyr stays, and dies with a legacy.” He stay, laying there, bloodied and tending to his wounded team.

      “Oh, so you’re STAYING to get your ass beat!” The boy laughs even more. “That’ll make this even easier. Hm…I wonder what I should throw at you…Something from Götterdämmerung, maybe? Or something I’ve written on my own? Oh, I know. I’ll hit you with one of my mom’s pieces. Give you the real Franz Liszt ass-whooping experience! But first, Fáfnir? I’ll let you have your turn, as I promised.” 

      “Quite so,” says the dragon, speaking for the first time. “Neither my Master Wilhelm nor my Lady Liszt are to be trifled with. My Master owes his mother everything with regards to his music, past and present…And that is not something I’ll ever take lightly. Her word, to me, is as good as his. And if she says you’re a threat, you’re a threat.” He takes a closer sniff at Frederic. “Isn’t that so, you so cleverly hidden fae man, you?”

Never mind the fact that these two are acting without her orders, and quite against her will as well…

A low musical hum resounds through the air as a baton--Wilhelm’s symbol of Meloettan magical music--appears in his hand.

      “Eat shit, fairy boy!”

Just as Frederic is about to bend to give his fainted Pokémon treatment, Hydreigon picks him up by the back of his shirt and throws him twenty feet in the air. His many heads writhe to catch Frederic, one of them finally seizing upon his pant leg and throwing him even higher still. The great hydra’s poisonous spittle sizzles on his clothes and his flesh, the venom of the spite toward enemies that so often accompanies great loyalty. Then on the third throw, the humming grows louder. The sound of piano keys begins to ring out, each key pounding as though knocking on a great door-- 

--And the music releases! Wilhelm used his Variations on Liszt’s Mephisto Waltz--Mephisto Waltz turned into Teeter Dance! He whirls about once, twice, three times to the waltz as daintily as can be…but as Frederic falls to the ground, he gives one well-placed Psychic-boosted kick that sends the poor man slamming right into a brick wall.

Cue Wilhelm--the little bastard--striking a pose reminiscent of Champion Leon’s Charizard pose. 

What a good son he thinks he is. But really, what a garbage human being.

#szarkai #thread 03. || szarkai #little lost valkyrie. || WILHELM VON BLUMENTHAL

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Did you think I was fucking kidding about Dvořák being a fucking hippo

#word of god™. || TIAN SPEAKS

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szarkai​:

——— the doctor is unamused. “First off, I haven’t forgotten her. I just don’t happen to magically know who the parents are of every random child that crosses my path. I didn’t forget, I just didn’t see a resemblance… likely because she at least could speak to me with civility, despite our disagreements. And because she was above stooping to a threat.”

(See the battle here!)

      “Ha! HA! Oh my fucking gods! Fáfnir didn’t even have to fight!” He’s slapping his knee and cackling at the effectiveness of his strategy! 

      “Oh, Dvořák. What would I ever do without you?” he says, nuzzling his head against his Hippowdon’s forehead before turning back to Frederic. When he opens his eyes again, one of them is a terribly bright pink--the mark of the frenzied Meloetta he’s overfond of channeling, the Meloetta of the lost, the Meloetta of the mad. The dragon at his side leans forward and lets out a menacing growl from all nine of his throats.

      “Now you better fucking RUN.”

#szarkai #thread 03. || szarkai #little lost valkyrie. || WILHELM VON BLUMENTHAL #|| yes that is dvorak #|| yes he's a hippo #|| look up 'classicaloid dvorak' #|| that's the only explanation i'll give

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szarkai​:

——— the doctor is unamused. “First off, I haven’t forgotten her. I just don’t happen to magically know who the parents are of every random child that crosses my path. I didn’t forget, I just didn’t see a resemblance… likely because she at least could speak to me with civility, despite our disagreements. And because she was above stooping to a threat.”

       “See, there’s the thing about Momma Liszt. She’s the nice one. Sometimes too nice. Even to people like you who really need an ass-kicking. That’s why it’s MY job to protect her from all the jerks who think they can do anything to her and she won’t do anything back. Isn’t that right, Fáfnir?”

The great dragon nods assent. 

      “You might have been above stooping to a threat. But you definitely weren’t above calling Christians a ‘false trinity worshiping cult.’ You thought she’d forget all about that, didn’t you? No. She told me everything about how you made her uncomfortable. How you’ve given her nothing but bad vibes from the very start. So you really don’t have a leg to stand on here in terms of how low a person can stoop. Now are you going to promise never to bother my mom again, or do we need to bite your head?”

#szarkai #thread 03. || szarkai #little lost valkyrie. || WILHELM VON BLUMENTHAL

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szarkai​:

——— “Come again? I’m not sure I know what you speak of. Or who she is. Or who you are.”

      “MY MOM, Bootleg Spiderman. Franzi Liszt? Herald of Yveltal? I guess now would be a convenient time to forget you’ve ever met her, but you can’t trick me so easily. All I got is this to say. You better watch your mouth when you’re around her and stop being a dick to her about religion…”

He takes out a Poké Ball, from which his nine-headed Hydreigon companion emerges.

       “Or you’ll have to answer to HIM.”

#szarkai #little lost valkyrie. || WILHELM VON BLUMENTHAL #thread 03. || szarkai #|| idk if spiders still apply to him in pokéverse #|| but this line was just too good not to use

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Also i dont know if you guys have ever seen medieval beekeeper garb, but:

Its the best!!!

#reaching out to the great beyond. || MUSINGS

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@szarkai​ 

      “Hey. Hey you. Are you the son of a bitch who’s been giving my mom a hard time?”

#szarkai #thread 03. || szarkai #little lost valkyrie. || WILHELM VON BLUMENTHAL

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Why Wilhelm’s Reputation Gets As Bad As Wagner’s (and Why It Isn’t Deserved)

Sooooo. This guy. After he gets past his mentally unstable angsty teen/young adult phase he actually grows into a really good person. Kind and sweet to his students, the beloved founder of a new region dedicated solely to the performing arts, the greatest composer of the 21st century…He’s got a wonderful reputation, right?

Wrong.

You see, his reputation would actually be pretty solid as he goes on in life except for one thing: He HATES authority. He’s a die-hard anarcho-socialist and save for the folks in Unova and Unima, he really doesn’t trust any authority figure as far as he could throw them. If you put him in a room next to someone who is even remotely in a position of financial or political power, he’ll start smoking like hydrochloric acid when it comes into contact with air and it won’t be long before he goes off. And they say history is written by the victors. But you know who else history is written by? People in power. Thus, it stands to reason that the various authority figures he came into quite unpleasant contact with did as much shit-flinging at him as they could……And to some degree, it worked.

His problems began in his early twenties, when he sought the funding for his Draconid anime project, ProClassica--which was about the reincarnations of classical composers going on a magical government-punching adventure, each with a single partner Pokémon that was their Bond Phenomenon partner. It was eventually to become the most expensive animation ever produced; it also became the first anime that was actually viewed--visually, musically and in terms of its literary depth--as a great work of art. But even though this was the guy with Wagner’s talent, people still had a hard time having faith in this project. All except for a billionaire from a Russian Pokémon region named Evgeny Sergeyev, who loved Wilhelm’s music so much that he basically wrote a blank check for Wilhelm’s project. This would happen multiple times throughout Wilhelm’s career. All but the last time, it ended in disaster.

Wilhelm took the money, but not very happily. He was caught in a dilemma: he could either deny help from the rich people he hated, and never get his project done, or make a deal with the devil so to speak and be able to create the art he wanted. So in a characteristic Wilhelm manner, he decided that in order to make up for the fact he took billionaire money that was “poisoned” by the exploitation of the working class, he would essentially throw Evgeny’s gift back in his face by exposing him for all the awful things he did to his workers in Asian countries--underpaying them, denying them overtime pay while forcing them to work overtime for a living wage, ignoring complaints about abusive bosses, and the like.

Oh, he took cash from a billionaire, all right. But as soon as he’d gotten a check for four seasons’ worth of ProClassica, and as soon as he finished producing the second season, he posted a GIANT Google Doc folder containing all of the awful shit Evgeny had done. To add insult to injury, Evgeny also found out at around this time that Wilhelm had been having an affair with his daughter Anya. So basically, Wilhelm screwed the guy over and was like “thanks for the free money--oh, and by the way, I also fucked your daughter!” and then ran off to the next person who would take him.

Nor was this the last time he did something like this, either. For other projects that got funded, whether by a company or by an individual, he turned on them as soon as the project was finished. There was some serious moral flaw in all the people and institutions who wanted to help him, and so he felt he couldn’t accept their help without doing something like this to make up for it. Pretty soon, nobody wanted to touch him (I’ll explain how he got out of that sticky situation in another post) because being his patron inevitably meant getting all your dirty secrets exposed on Twitter in the sassiest and most devastating way. They could cancel him from ever receiving funding, yes. But given that the whole world was laughing at these assholes because they enjoyed Wilhelm’s vigilante spirit, they had no way of trying to culturally wipe him off the map…

Until their chance came in the form of a woman named Stacey Li.

Stacey Li was the lead female singer in one of Wilhelm’s operas. The two of them quickly fell in love, bonding over their shared politics and the ideas each had for a better future. Stacey soon began to prefer Wilhelm’s company over her husband’s; essentially, she felt safer with him than with her own husband in terms of expressing her political ideas. Madly in love in the worst possible way, obsessing over him like some people obsessed over his music, she even had plans to divorce her husband and marry Wilhelm; in fact, she almost did. But one fateful night, Wilhelm asked her what she thought of their future together. Stacey said, “I want to be your muse, the one you look to above all others for the inspiration to your great works.” And Wilhelm just told her--“The only people who have ever occupied that position are my family and my gods.” Sensing her disappointment, he added, “I’m sorry.”

It all went downhill from there.

Things took a turn for the worst, as not occupying the exact place of importance she had envisioned for herself was enough to push Stacey over the edge. It started with her acting colder and more reserved toward him, with her breaking off their secret engagement. It ended with her intentionally provoking Wilhelm into rages during his periods of bipolar mania and recording them so that she could file charges of abuse against him. In their final fight, she provoked him particularly badly and when he lashed back out suddenly decided to play the victim, fleeing his house in tears and leaving her belongings behind. 

The very next day, the case broke. Stacey had smeared Wilhelm as a domestic abuser and released the recordings of the anger she had caused. The worlds of both high culture and pop culture exploded into a fury as the “revelation” came over them--Wilhelm von Blumenthal, the great composer of the twenty-first century, an abuser? Given his massive amounts of beef, it wasn’t as though a Wilhelm scandal was an entirely new thing. But this was still on a level unheard of even by his standards--unheard of in the classical music community especially.

And when they saw what happened? All of Wilhelm’s ex-patrons POUNCED.

Companies, politicians, individual rich moneybags--everyone Wilhelm had attacked and attempted to discredit jumped on the #StandWithStacey hashtag, with Evgeny Sergeyev in the lead. They gave her interviews.  They named products after her. They paid her entire legal defense fund. And the very people who supported Wilhelm? They fucking fell for it. Wilhelm stood on the very brink of going to jail for something he didn’t do, all because he’d pissed off the wrong people again, and again, and again. The only thing that saved him? Leaked recordings of Stacey saying she’d intentionally provoked him, gloating about how “easy” it was because of his bipolar, saying that if he tried to bring abuse charges against her no one would ever believe it because he was a man (never mind he is actually both a man and a woman). Even then, however, all his old enemies joined the crowd that said the recordings--as is possible in the technologically and magically advanced world of Pokémon--were faked.

Sure, he lost much of his reputation as a serial cheater, once he’d stopped sleeping around. This was even considering the fact that right after the Stacey scandal blew over, three married women--Anya included--came forward with his children from their affairs, and all threw their kids at him to save their marriages. But Wilhelm’s undeserved reputation as an abuser stayed with him until long past his death. Even after he was cleared of all charges, even after he got his act together and soared on to greater heights, there still remained a sizable and extremely vocal group of people--especially in classical music--who believe he’s a monster who abused Stacey Li, who gaslighted the entire world into thinking otherwise and giving him his platform back. Every single year he runs his operas there are protesters outside his theater waving signs saying Justice for Stacey, not least because Stacey Li basically dedicated the rest of her life to ruining his--and the people in power whom Wil pissed off are all too willing to help. Even beyond the grave his name is tainted, with people unjustly comparing him to Richard Wagner as the worst person ever to write great works of classical music, with pages and pages written about who was truly guilty and who was innocent, with yet more articles dedicated to whether we should be performing Wilhelm’s work just like people write about whether Wagner’s work should be performed. All over this one scandal…

Wilhelm may have won the battle, yes. But those working against him won the war.

#headcanon. || WILHELM VON BLUMENTHAL #abuse*

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