#Maria FataMoru

[afleetingfatamorgana]

#The House in Fata Morgana #Maria Campanella #Jacopo Bearzatti #FataMoru #Jacopo and Maria #Door 3 #Official Art #Kanemune #JacoMari #Jacopo #JacoMaria #Maria #Art #Fata Morgana #Main Story #Fata Morgana no Yakata #House in Fata Morgana #Novect #Jacopo FataMoru #Maria FataMoru #TheHouseinFataMorgana

[connandoods]

Happy birthday Maria & happy Fata Maria Week (here on Twitter)!

#The House in Fata Morgana #FataMoru #Maria Campanella #Maria FataMoru #FataMariaWeek #Fata Morgana #Fata Maria Week #Happy Birthday Maria Campanella #Novect #ファタモルガーナの館 #MariaCampanella #Fata Morgana no Yakata #House in Fata Morgana #ファタモル #マリーア・カンパネッラ生誕祭2022 #Happy Birthday Maria Campanella 2022 #マリーア・カンパネッラ生誕祭 #マリーア・カンパネッラ #マリーア #Artists on Tumblr #Art #Fanart #FataMoru Fanart #VN

[altimysart]

you know that one pic? yeah. partially traced

#doodles #maria campanella #white haired girl #jacopo bearzatti #the house in fata morgana #fatamoru #oops just updated with a fixed version

[orlinellora]

Day 3 - Door 3 (Pig Iron Manor) Picture Perfect

#the house in fata morgana #fata10thanni #fata morgana no yakata #fatamoru #ファタモル #ファタモルガーナの館 #fatamoru whg #maria campanella #I love their outfits sooo much help #door 3

[thelof9]

Various fatamoru gags I cleaned up for a zine I was in the digital version of

#fatamoru #the house in fata morgana #ファタモルガーナの館 #ファタモル #michel bollinger #jacopo bearzatti #maria campanella #didier bollinger #georges bollinger #giselle fatamoru #morgana fatamoru #idk what tags ppl use #fatamoru spoilers #doodles #2019 repost #imeon fatamoru

[hyumjim]

finished fatamoru requiem for innocence last night (just the main story, haven't played the extras with michel & co yet). i have something to say. why was this necessary? spoilers for prequel + main game under cut

did people play the original fatamoru and say "I don't understand WHY jacopo betrayed morgana." because i feel like it was pretty much spelled out for us in that game and we did not really need an additional ~8 hours of playtime to understand it. i thought if jacopo's actions are horrifying and difficult to understand then that's how it should be because they are horrifying!!! and of course it is hard to grasp how a person can get to that point, but it does happen! i actually did see a review that said jacopo's turn wasn't believable and i was like, "this person doesn't get it." because to me that was the point! people do fucked up unforgivable shit! yes, even to people they love, even to the most important people in their whole lives, and it's not because they are inherently evil or their intentions are bad. and jacopo's actions have to be extremely fucked up in order to justify the entire novel, he's quite literally morgana's villain origin story.

i just felt the whole prequel was rather dull because i literally knew everything that was going to happen already and the amount of new information i gained in the end was basically zero. it was just a longer and more drawn out version of a story that i already knew. and it was a better story the first time. the first half of it with the added element of ceren was a bit more compelling at least, but the second part was a snooze.

btw i hope there was at least one timeline in which maria actually got to shank jacopos bitch ass. im just saying. take care

#fatamoru #just my little opinion #we knew maria was gonna take the L but still. I WAS ROOTING FOR YOOOUUU #the house in fata morgana

[portraitofwhite]

ooo i forgot that maria may be canonically aromantic (or even aroace)!

#maria campanella #fatamoru #fatamoru spoilers #kindof??

[revsabyss]

Attempt at doodling Maria Campanella from The House in Fata Morgana

#the house in fata morgana #fatamoru #maria #maria campanella #digital art #revarysart

[flower-seeks-the-moon]

1853, Casa Nostra

fandom: the house in fata morgana

relationships: maria campanella & jacopo bearzatti

characters: maria campanella, jacopo bearzatti

words: 1555

Written for Maria Week 2022 (hosted on Twitter). Stolen moments of Maria Campanella's childhood with her best friend. The beginnings of her unyielding and fatal resolve, in a time yet unstained by the hatred of a blood feud between families. Read below or on AO3.

“W-what do I do? It’s all over you! I-”

“Shut it, Maria! It just looks worse than it is."

What is she supposed to say, when he levels such a look at her?

Congratulate him for putting on his big boy pants and toughing out the pain?

This boy. He’s all of twelve years old, yet he fancies himself to be a fighter.

Sì, Jacopo, you certainly showed those older boys who’s the boss. What the hell is up with men and this reckless, bullheaded urge to fight losing battles?

There’s blood beginning to crust under her fingernails, and it’s all she could do to keep herself from gnawing them into short little stubs. That’s one thing to wash off once they reach the hideout; Jacopo’s face needs looking after, before she can even think of herself. She forces her trembling hands to still as the idiot sways on his feet. Someone needs to keep him upright, and that someone turns out to be her. Figures.

“You didn’t have to do this.”

Her arms come up to hold him as he nearly topples over. Jacopo’s head slumps against her chest; the crimson dripping from his hair and face stains the lace of her dress. Her long gloves are both goners, removed and used to wipe some of the blood off. Ah, well. Today’s outfit is the awful peach dress that her mother chose for her, it wouldn’t be such a big loss. Hah, she just has to sit through a scorching rebuke. Perhaps Mamma would even box her ears.

Not as big of a hit as what this fool took for her.

“Need? I wanted to.”

The usual bite is missing from his voice. Unable to bite her fingernails, the unladylike habit not yet browbeat out of her, Maria instead finds herself worrying her lip.

“Let’s get to our place first.”

“Before what?”

He keeps talking. She fights the urge to pinch him in the arm, hard enough to make him squeal. Maybe this is a good thing, a mouthy Jacopino means he’s gonna be fine.

Right?

“Before you tear me a new one?”

“Oh, I would, Jacopino, but you already took enough losses today.”

“What - they ran off!”

One slightly bungled attempt at slinging his arm over her shoulder later, Maria makes her way towards their little home. She has to stoop a little to accommodate for the shortie, not missing the way he huffs when he notices.

Because of course, he does.

It’s a weak little breath, barely the scoffs he’s capable of, that leaves his slightly slackened mouth.

“One day, I’ll be taller than you.”

‘One day, I’ll protect you.’

Maria wants to cry at hearing this.

This makes her relax. Some tension leaves, softening her clenched jaw. If he could still be offended, as is his talent, then he’s fine.

Because if he’s not -

Then she’d find some way to make those boys’ lives hell. It’s not the sneering, arrogant words that make her blood boil. It’s not ‘Your father’s just a whimpering little lapdog’, because, for one, her father can defend himself just fine. It’d only take a week at most, for word to get back to him and those curs would lose their tongues. Not even ‘And you’re just the little bitch birthed from that unambitious dog Campanella’ gets to her.

Jacopo, in all his foolhardiness, jumps the loudmouthed youths they come across earlier.

A Bearzatti, coming to the defense of a Campanella? That is already preposterous on its own. But he’s always been different. The other children of the land that her grandfather owns are soft-bellied and weak; they do not understand her, and the legacy that runs in her blood.

The blood that spills on Sicilian soil today isn’t hers, but it may as well be. He is her other half in all the ways that count.

Maria is a girl. And girls can’t always fight with their fists, not in a world dominated by men. Men who take what they want with their fists, with their guns, and with their money. But there are other ways to fight. Words have been hammered into the malleable metal that is the young Maria, forging her into something not quite as hard as steel — for she is only ten — but the beginnings of something like her beloved guns, wrapped in a layer of silk.

Revenge is best served as a knife in the dark; an unexpected, slow and insidious poison works better than immediate savagery.

These are the words she learned from her Mamma.

_____

Awareness comes back piece by piece, like the broken pieces of a sunken ship floating back to the surface.

Jacopo stirs on the makeshift bed, the salty taste of iron still in his mouth. There’s something soft pressed against his skin, wrapped around his forehead. When he lifts a hand to tug it off, a sharp ache lances up his side and makes him stop.

His other hand is wrapped around small, slender fingers. They are more calloused than one would expect.

“Ma… ria?”

A head of golden hair is tucked against his other side. His friend is sprawled on her front, sitting against the side of the hay bale. Why would she not sleep on the other bed…? The bonnet she dislikes wearing is haphazardly clutched in her free hand, nearly falling out of fingers lax with sleep.

He starts at the sight, sitting up and jostling himself.

“Ouch-!”

The noise rouses Maria, who lifts her head and blinks back at him, the haze receding from her green eyes. When her gaze locks on Jacopo, she furrows her brow and tightens her lips into a straight line.

They stare at each other, and he fights the urge to fidget like a misbehaving child.

For once, Maria Campanella’s bright and mischievous eyes are unreadable. This alone makes him feel like his mamma caught him sneaking an extra cannoli at dinner. He feels himself begin to sweat.

He’s known her since they were eight, scrappy young kids left alone by others their age. Their first meeting is memorable, what with the fisticuffs that ensued. He refuses to acknowledge that this blonde girl in a ruffled dress nearly won against him, even years later. Maria would claim it’s a tie, but the smirk on her face tells another story.

“You’re stupid, you know that?”

Maria breaks the silence, squeezing his hand. Is that a good sign?

“Who’s stupid?! Me, or the one who got shoved by those bastards and smiled?”

He rises to the bait anyway, feeling his cheeks darken. He squeezes back even as he raises his voice, and the sound of his strident proclamation — the impudence in it — makes a little life return to Maria’s eyes. Jacopo feels like he passed some unspoken evaluation.

“Why wouldn’t I smile?” His friend fires back. “Papa would hear what happened, and those boys would regret it.”

“They called you a bitch!”

“Am I not?”

This brings all of the gears in his mind screeching to a halt. He gapes at her, and she has the nerve to roll her eyes at him.

Maria takes his silence as her cue and speaks the most perplexing words Jacopo Bearzatti, twelve years old, has ever heard.

“Mamma says that it’s good for a woman of the cosca to be a bitch. It means we’re not falling over for the stupidity of man.”

“Uh? That’s-” He flusters for a response, feeling quite out of his element. “That’s still not a nice thing to call you…”

“I don’t need to be called nice things. Those people are nobodies anyway.”

“When I grow up and work for your father — or you,” Jacopo blurts out with his foolish mouth, “I won’t let them say things about you.”

Maria finally cracks at this, the strange, almost frightening look she’s worn since she laid eyes on him melting away. Her laughter bounces off their hideout’s walls, and that’s when Jacopo notices the morning sunlight peeking in.

“Ahaha! Does Jacopino want to be my bodyguard? You’re a skinny shortie!”

The sun casts a halo about Maria’s golden hair, but an angel, she is not. The ruddy flush on her peachy skin as she doubles over laughing mirrors the red quickly spreading on his tanned face.

“You never cut me any slack! I’ll work out and be like those big men in the cosca, just you wait!”

The sun also brings out the bruises on her knuckles in stark relief. This reminds him of the glove currently wrapped as a makeshift bandage around his head. 

As her laughter eventually lulls, Jacopo sighs and lifts her hand, inspecting the damage.

“You still throw one hell of a punch.”

_____

After the kick in Jacopo’s side that sends the young boy rolling on the ground, the thug also finds himself going down as pain erupts between his legs. Jacopo still cringes at the memory. What finally chases those brutes off, in the end, is the murder in Maria Campanella’s face as she peels off her fancy gloves and throws her entire weight into her fist, driving it into one ugly mug.

‘Every bruise on my knuckles is one less finger for you later, by the way.’

‘Now scram. The more I look at you, the more I want to be a bitch.’

#the house in fata morgana #fatamoru #maria campanella #jacopo bearzatti #luna's fics

[reverstellarium]

Fatamoru 10th anniversary countdown

Day 3 - Which character is your favorite? Why are they your favorite?

Didn’t expect this but it has to be Morgana… I greatly relate to her struggles, and a lot of her key moments and relationships (best and worst) have strong parallels in mine. Her character resonates a lot with me.

Seeing someone go through the same feelings, yet being understood and supported, is truly comforting. I can really appreciate what’s in front of me, and I want to heal as well.

Besides that, I really love Michel, Giselle, Maria and Imeon—they mean so much to me… I could really rant for hours…

— Spoilers below! —

I think what’s haunting me is that I relate not only in OG Fatamoru but also in Requiem and Reincarnation. Namely:

• our… complicated relationship with guilt (internal and external) and forgiveness

• opening up to the world (the prostitutes, Maria, Ceren and Jacopo) after being closed off and alienated for very long

• her strong wish to be useful in Requiem just… resembles a lot my adolescent self, and bodily scars that stay throughout the years.

• I can see very close parallels to people who hurt us and/or helped us, and yes sometimes it can be both.

The WHG/Morgana dichotomy also speaks a lot to me on a personal level…

#fatamoru #countdowntofata10th #fata10thanni #fatamoru spoilers

[afleetingfatamorgana]

#The House in Fata Morgana #Maria Campanella #FataMoru #Gun #Guns #Light Novel #Door 3 #The Story that Leads to Your Origins #Moyataro #Maria #Fata Morgana #Official Art #Maria FataMoru #Fata Morgana no Yakata #Novect

[myrfing]

btw my fave characters in fatamoru are in descending order:

morgana. my most beloved gangrene daughter

michel & gieselle tied. sorry I love the way they love <3 [pic of them scrambling on the floor of an empty dark ikea stronghold 2302830 miles apart without glasses on]

maria. EVEN DURING THE 3RD DOOR sorry the I support women's wrongs post

yukimasa. he's a sad loser freak however there are elements in his story that unfortunately fit the golf balls in my head dents. this is the nicest thing I will say about a japanese nationalist diaspora character ever

georges. dumbfuck

nellie & mell tied. I like cowards who struggle against their cowardice & nellie was a refreshing angle to tackle the topic of isolation and incest and lack of control

#fatamoru

[altimysart]

"Caught you, Jacopino!"

#the house in fata morgana #fatamoru #jacopo bearzatti #maria campanella

[kahin]

[ID: Maria from Fatamoru, sitting cross-legged on a fancy chair and chuckling deviously. end ID.]

well hhhello there madam

#fisher's log!

[mesaprotector]

So I finished The House In Fata Morgana a couple days ago. I know there's a prequel and a - sequel? - but I don't quite feel like going through another 30 hours of depression just yet, so thoughts under the cut.

The short version is - I very much enjoyed parts of it, but between how bleak much of the story is and nothing quite crushing my soul in the way I look for in stories, I don't see myself replaying it - at least not for a long time.

The first chapter was very good - what with it being light and cheerful for so long and then suddenly, Nellie in a wig. I will say that after sooo many times seeing little sisters in anime acting weird as hell and being expected to apparently find it cute, it was super cathartic to have a series finally call out that behavior as deranged.

Chapter two definitely dragged a bit - while the reveal at the end was good, I wasn't a fan of clicking through Beastie Boy's endless narmy speeches.

The mafia arc on the other hand was fantastic and Maria is probably my favorite in the whole cast. The girl freaking blows off work, day after day, to sit in her room making up villainous monologues and declare how hilarious she is. If you don't love her, you're wrong. (This makes two VNs where my favorite character is named Maria…)

Though, a side character being my favorite does mean that I didn't love the Michel/Giselle romance as much as intended. I did like Michel's backstory, and Giselle is like… completely fine as a character, and maybe it's just that I'm allergic to seeing happy couples coo at each other - but the story of them falling for each other was another part I felt was a bit too slow. And despite it all, the Maid was more interesting.

Oh, on the subject of Michel and gender issues - apparently the intention was that Michel was intersex? Which is completely not how I interpreted it. I saw him as simply a trans man, with his very sudden physical development being pretty much magical HRT. Sure, it's not historically accurate, but this is the story where people get resurrected after 800 years.

The music is always a major factor in my feelings about a story, and Fatamoru's music is honestly fine, but not memorable. It sets the right emotions for each scene, but when I went through the whole OST the only song I liked enough to listen through to the end was "Ciao Carina" (Jacopo's mafia arc theme). Some of Giselle's themes were pretty and iridescent, and I think the song that plays while Pauline is talking with Javi. Oh, speaking of. Javi was like the only character to have a sprite and then get utterly forgotten once the chapter ended. What the heck? He was fun, too, and had some depth. I know Morgana kinda took over the "blunt kid" niche eventually but he should've at least showed up in backstage. He deserved it more than Aimee.

I can't think of a way to summarize Fatamoru's message, if it has a single one. I think it works better as the tale of Morgana and Michel and Giselle and how they each found peace, than as some comprehensive statement about the human condition. Like… what if Morgana had cursed the right lord instead of Jacopo? If she had, there'd be nothing to pity him for, and the conclusion she arrived at of lifting the curse would've never happened. The story works as told, but not if you try applying its logic universally. Which is fine.

Overall… 8/10. Definitely worth playing and thinking about, but I wouldn't call it a masterpiece. I'm looking forward to seeing what memes the tiny community has latched on to.

If I'm wrong, and some part of this story really sticks with me, it'll probably be Michel's backstory, and his relationships with his brothers.

#fatamoru #the house in fata morgana #fata morgana #visual novel #weebposting

[hyumjim]

#fatamoru #where to begin with this. #why do I feel like Maria has the soul of a gay man #knee deep in dick is such a strange gay man thing to say #csa tw /// #it’s also a very ME thing to say…