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hotpinkvelveteen · 2 years

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💫⭐️Astro. Observations 3💫⭐️

Disclaimer: Look at sidereal chart too. It’s just as important. Please, please do not steal. This was my own personal research and from looking at charts. Take into note that it may not apply to you.

Before I begin “Astra inclinant, non necessitant”. Meaning “the stars impel, they do not compel”. They urge us or drive us but they do not force us.

⭐️Sun-Pluto/ 8H sun/ Scorpio sun may do even the wildest things to manipulate others to give them attention.

⭐️Virgo placements hate incompetence very much. Especially when your incompetence affects their work or them in general. I’m scared of you guys. This is also a self sub.

⭐️Personal planets in the 11th house can cause for cult-like followers. It can also cause for mass followings in niches. For example Virgil Abloh had Mercury in 11th house and in the fashion industry he had a great influence in streetwear.

⭐️Sun-Uranus, Aquarius sun, personal planets aspecting Uranus or in Aquarius are very innovative. If you have a problem, get people with these placements to help you out. Their minds are just … wow.

⭐️Pisces placements who like reading love fantasy books to the extent they may find themselves wanting to live in the book’s universe. Have you guys taken a walk outside today ?

⭐️People often refer to Pisces, Scorpio placements as intuitive but have you encountered an Aquarius ???

⭐️Sun-Jupiter/ Jupiter in Leo placements may have a very inflated ego.

So some weeks back I talked about looking at gods of the same name as planets to understand what these planets represent in our chart. I am mainly looking at Roman mythology (considering the names) and a bit of Greek mythology considering they are somewhat linked.

Sun- aka Apollo. god of music, dance, healing, poetry, sun, light. Well loved and revered by Romans. This planet can show where we are admired or our likes. This sign is often linked with fame and we can see why. Sign: Leo

Moon- aka Diana. goddess of conception, childbirth, domestic animals, woodlands. so it can explain why the planet can represent our mothers, their influence and represent relationships with our mothers. Luna is also referred to as a moon goddess. often noted for her loving nature when she put her dying lover in eternal slumber. Hecate (Greek) is also a moon goddess. Goddess of magic, witch craft etc. In both Greek and Roman mythology, it’s all goddesses that preside over the planet. Which is interesting because the planet can explain our femininity. Sign: Cancer

Mercury- god of travel, communication , thievery, trickery, business and he also often mediated affairs of men and gods. And very knowledgeable. This planet can show where we have knowledge about so for example a Scorpio Mercury may have lots of knowledge in occults, dark subject matters etc. Sign: Virgo, Gemini

Venus- goddess of beauty, love, sex, fertility and even was acknowledged as protector of sex workers. This planet can explain our physical/internal beauty, sexual preferences etc. Sign: Taurus, Libra

Mars- god of war. This planet can show where we may have internal conflicts and what we may be willing to engage in a “war” for. Explains why Aries are really aggressive. Sign: Aries, Scorpio (ancient)

Jupiter- god of the skies and ruler of gods and men. Referred to as a god of justice(law) and was consulted before gods could punish humans. His temperament affected the affairs of men and gods alike. It’s the biggest planet in our solar system and this can explain why it is seen as planet of expansion and abundance. Sign: Sagittarius, Pisces (ancient)

Saturn- god of time, wealth and agriculture. A lot of people see Saturn as a planet of restrictions which is true but I see it as a planet that requires one to put in effort. If you’ve ever grown a plant/reared animals (agriculture), you know it requires WORK and PATIENCE. Saturn does not give handouts !!! And when you apply these things you will surely see results. So this planet represents where you must put in work and be patient. Sign: Capricorn, Aquarius (ancient)

Uranus- (Greek) god of the heavens and personification of the sky/heavens. He is noted for his premonitions. From his injuries, some of the Greek gods were born. This can explain why Aquarius placements are intuitive. Sign: Aquarius

Neptune- god of the seas. noted as unpredictable, bad tempered and was considered to be the cause of earthquakes. Damn he’s a bit sensitive and dramatic. This can explain Piscean behaviour of being chaotic and ever changing. This planet can show where we aren’t firm or solid. Sign: Pisces

Pluto- god of the underworld and riches(because most minerals need to be dug up to get them eg gold, diamond etc.). He is often depicted as evil and other times as a benevolent god. It is odd considering Neptune is the bad tempered god. So this can explain where you are “rich” in your chart and can show where people have their own misconceptions about you. Sign: Scorpio

Chiron(not a planet)- aka wounded healer. master of the healing arts and still could not heal himself when he was injured. He was wounded emotionally when he was abandoned by his mother due to her shame and disgust. Also physically which ultimately lead to his death.

Just like he was injured twice, Chiron can show the two injuries you have. One that manifests physically and one that you experience internally. So when looking at your Chiron placement, looking at the sign & house placement can show the 2 injuries. Also shows where you may be helpful to others but unable to help yourself.

He was known as very different from his centaur counterparts who were considered barbaric.

I believe this comet can show where we can exhibit “not like the others” characteristics.

He was known as wise, philosophical. Chiron is also known as Sagittarius so this explains why the sign is associated with wisdom, philosophy, learning.

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zeph-can-do-it · 3 years

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My Favorite Latin Phrases Pt.4

A long time ago, I actually feel like years ago, I did Latin phrases pt.3. And I don't know how I remembered to do it again, but at a whim, I just decided to learn more phrases. So, here you go:

ad undas

to the waves/to hell (sounds something that Sylvia Plath would probably write)

per noctem in nihilo vehil

to vanish by night into nothing (a sentence actually)

sic mundus creatus est

thus the world was created

tempus edax rerum

time, devourer of everything

luctor et emergo

I struggle and emerge

factum fieri infectum non potest

it is impossible for a deed to be undone

aquila non capit muscas

the eagle does not catch flies (this phrase has such a deep meaning and can be applied in various scenarios. But I can mostly think of it in a political way. LOL)

persona non grata

an unwelcome person (I have an abundance of these in my life.)

mea culpa

by my fault (V for Vendetta anyone?)

vera sumnio

I dream true things

multa paucis

say much in few words

amor vincit omnia

love conquers all

carpe vinum

seize the wine

ab uno disce omnes

from one, learn all (love this reference to God.)

cor cordium

heart of hearts

amor fati

love of one's fate (never knew amor fati meant this.)

ex luna scientia

from the moon, knowledge (dark academia vibes)

aut viam inveniam aut faciam

I will either find a way or make one

in fragrante delicto

In flaming offense

vox populi

voice of the people (V for Vendetta again)

si quaeris peninsulam amoenam circumspice

if you seek a pleasant peninsula, look about you (Michigan state motto)

acta deos numquam mortalia fallunt

mortal actions never deceive the God

quid pro quo

something for something (or this for that)

nemo mortalium cmnibus horis sapit

of mortal men, none is wise at all times

ipso facto

by that very fact (mostly used in philosophy, science, and law, etc)

lupus non timet canem latrantem

a wolf is not afraid of a barking dog (I'm trying to become this wolf)

in absentia

while absent (used in legal stuff)

astra inclinant sed non obligant

the stars incline us but do not bind us (I'm going crazy over this sentence)

prima facie

on first view (another legal term)

and the best for the last which I read in a blog;

in girum imus nocte et consumimur

we enter the circle by night and are consumed by the fire (read the Latin sentence backward, it's actually a palindrome!)

If you have more to add, please do it happily. I would love to learn about your favorite phrases, no matter what language they belong to. Because I think, the choice of words of a person tells a lot about them.

If you are new to this blog, here's the link to part 1:

https://zeph-can-do-it.tumblr.com/post/636130041110151168/my-favorite-latin-phrases

the second in the series:

https://zeph-can-do-it.tumblr.com/post/646017003277123584/my-favorite-latin-phrases-pt2

and the third one:

https://zeph-can-do-it.tumblr.com/post/657579451083833344/my-favorite-latin-phrases-pt-3

#these are damn beautiful and you couldn't agree any less #my love for words and aesthetics is torturing me here #dear latin please tell me more #words #languages #latin #latin phrase #dark academia #books #aesthetics #academics #literature #light academia #writings #langblr #words and books #studyblr #writeblr

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captainsiegrid · 4 years

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Storytellers, a rec list

GodOfLaundryBaskets

- [Podfic] Intrinsic and [Podfic] Contingent - One Piece

I am absolutely floored by these. All the voices brought life to an already fantastic work, but these podfics are GodOfLaundryBaskets' babies and I am giving this rec to them for their absolute god-level narration and absolute perfect edit job. It makes me hate the moment it ends, I could listen to GodOfLaundryBaskets' voice forever.

Man, it makes me want to keep recording! It's an absolute honour to have been included in this project.

Kudos to Kawaiibooker for writing more-than-side-character-Bepo into an actual LIVE character with emotions!

- [Podfic] This Tornado Loves You - 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù

My first ever Modao Zushi podfic. Actually...my first time ever listening to a podfic. I was very sceptical at first because I had so many reservations about the proper pronunciations of the character's names (never mind I also suck at those because, well...Chinese. BUT! I fell in love with GodOfLaundryBaskets' voice instantly! Their intonation is just so beautiful!

- Hang in there - 镇魂 | Guardian (TV), Untitled Goose Game (Video Game)

Hilarious brought to you by GodOfLaundryBaskets' literal God's voice. The delivery of Lao Zhao's distress was flawless and absolutely hilarious, I swear!

Oceantail Podfics

- [PODFIC] Let it Flow Though You - Avatar: The Last Airbender, Avatar: Legend of Korra

Oceantail's voice is so sweet and cute, but she manages to surprise me every time with her dynamic approach to intonation. Even the serious and emotional parts felt all the more serious for it, her voice made Zuko's emotions feel even more real!

- [PODFIC] Day 1: Past and Present - Tales of Zestiria

Ok, so I'm gonna be painfully honest here: I hate this fanfiction, even though I wrote it (particularly because I wrote it!) so I thought I'd podfic it to try and hate it less.

Didn't work.

The only things that made me not hate this horrific, mistake riddled thing are Sorey and Mikleo's voices. Seriously, I wanna rewrite the whole thing so that Oceantail and lysandyra can speak more!

When I set out to podfic this, I had certain voices in mind, like anyone would. Someone must have heard my plea, because I got the best cast I could ask for. Working with them was so good I want to do it again soon!

lysandyra

- [Podfic] the sound of your heart - 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

The work that made me go listen to BTS! While recording this I was completely confused.com! But when I listen to it I am SOOTHED! lysandyra's narration and God-like pacing is quintessentially smooth that you could spoon out a dollop and use it to sweeten your tea.

- [Podfic] an approach - Marvel Cinematic Universe

I love how lysandyra goes from smooth to expressive at the drop of a (hat) line so seamlessly! Specially Betty's lines!

Akaihyou

- [PODFIC] Feeling Blue - Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Akaihyou's tone sets a dramatic and emotional pace to this work that makes you wanna curl up in a blanket burrito and listen to it in a loop in spite of the words being said and I have absolutely no clue how she does it!

Also, sound effects! Absolutely genius!

- [Podfic] The Sunburn Squad - Captain America (Movies)

This podfic + blanket burrito + bucket of popcorn = an equally satisfying experience as watching a film.

No more saying is needed. Go listen, now!

P.S.: ""Bullshit," Clint coughed." ---- I'm never getting over this!

cheshiretears

- Feeling Blue (Podfic) - Voltron: Legendary Defender

I absolutely HAD TO include this one!

It isn't just voices you hear in podfic works. You hear also the sound that "blood, sweat and tears" make when editing is done as beautifully as this!

- Jelly - Haikyuu!!

No, I have not forgotten how to read silently and no, I have not forgotten about my beautiful volleyball babies.

I had actually read this before VOICETEAM and totally forgot until I was working on these recs. I love how she keeps the poly alive by mentioning the Kuro and Kenma through the fic and I adore how she nailed adorable chaotic and hyperactive owl baby!

eafay70

- [Podfic] Mrs. Pollifax and the Family Connection - Mrs. Pollifax - Dorothy Gilman

THE. MOST. ADORABLE. NJ GRANDMA. EVER! How even!!!

- TOS OT3 - Star Trek: The Original Series

I didn't know what a "filk" was...now I know...AND I CAN'T GET OVER IT! Hilarious doesn't even begin to describe this. 2:55 minutes of artfully arranged lyrics and 10 minutes later I'm still in stitches!

P.S.: Baskets, you narrate, you do characters and now you sing?! Leave some talent for us mortals! X'D

- In Which Kirk Speaks German - Star Trek: The Original Series

She has 3 recs because ADORABLE!!!! That "Please~!" AAAAAAHHHHH

minnabird

- [Podfic] Sunlight - Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Thrawn Series - Timothy Zahn (2017)

HER SHERLOCK ACCENT! I CAN'T! LOVED!

I can't emphasise just how fun this was! I wish to work with minnabird and Akaihyou again!

Also: The Bloopers! X'D

- almost, but not always - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

This will hurt you! And it will be ok because minna wrote it so wonderfully sweet you would easily believe she's also a mother...

alstroemeria_thoughts

- Let if Flow Through You [PODFIC] - Avatar: The Last Airbender, Avatar: Legend of Korra

I chose this podfic because, like Oceantail, alstroemeria_thoughts' voice is small and cute and I was very inclined to see how she managed it. I sear, talent comes in small voices! I don't know how she does it, but she 's a master at keeping a clear pronunciation in spite of her speed! I was always advised to read slowly because fast is an enemy to clear reading, but astra is just excellent at reading fast and making it sound pleasant!

- [Podfic] (un)Official Marine Rules and Regulations - One Piece

My first ever live recording session and it was FANTASTIC!

We already know I worship GodOfLaundryBaskets, but you HAVE to listen to alstroemeria_thoughts' list off rules like you're a peasant if you don't follow them! It's bloody hilarious! I mean "Justice does not have a concrete shape, and if it did, it would not be something as pedestrian as a triangle. Get it right." will make you beg her to step on you. Literally!

Halbereth

- Google says WHAT?! - Marvel Cinematic Universe

My dudes, I'm making this a podfic. It is criminal that it isn't one yet. This is absolutely hilarious!

P.S.: "his dad had had a bad habit" ---- I wanna read this sentence!

- local / regular - Marvel Cinematic Universe

The intonation here is beautiful! It's is like listening to the actual person telling her own story?! I wanna meet he Mamma!

EXTRA:

lunatique

- [PODFIC] 10/10 WOULD MARRY - 镇魂 | Guardian - priest, 镇魂 | Guardian (TV)

The biggest full cast and most ambitious podfic I have EVER been part of and it's INCREDIBLE!

This thing pushed me down the Guardian rabbit hole with a kick and no parachute and I'm cackling all the way down.

Go. Listen. Now!

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petrachord · 5 years

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astra inclinant (Chpt 2 out of 29)

Chapter Title: umbra

Translation: “shadow” or “ghost”

Fandom: One Piece

Links: AO3 and FFN

Once, Mother told him in secret that they’d wanted a second child for his sake.

“Why?” he asked and she had shook her head, an old little smile on her lips. She never did answer him, but Rosi arrived all the same.

He was very shy and meek, not one for confrontation. Did weird things like thanking and interacting with the slaves. Also cried. A lot.

They had nearly nothing in common, but he worshiped Doflamingo anyway. Followed him around everywhere and tried desperately to impress him. It gave Doflamingo all sorts of strange feelings inside he didn’t know how to account for. He supposed the slaves deferred to him as well, but Rosi was different. An equal. He didn’t have to constantly totter after him or call for him or really have anything to do with him at all.

But he seemed to want to. And he always did.

“I love you, brother,” Rosi would say sometimes, softly, as if he thought it needed to be said.

Doflamingo supposed he understood what Rosi meant. He appreciated Rosi’s love like he would a pretty sunrise—something he recognized at a distance and was always pleased by but could never quite fathom the idea of touching.

Not to say he didn’t try. Not to say he didn’t love him back in the only way he knew how.

“You are mine.”

===

It took a mere year for the Donquixote Family to make its name. They ran drug rings and slave trade, smuggling weapons to the hands of tyrants. Entire towns burned to the ground and grown men begged for the lives before expiring. There was blood enough for days.

Trebol and Diamante praised Doflamingo endlessly for their successes, attributing him to their growing power and the spreading horror of their names. It was rather funny how satisfied they were already.

Because he sure as fuck wasn’t.

The enterprise required expansion and when he turned seventeen, he declared they’d be taking their business to the seas. Pica and Diamante laughed uproariously, fantasizing of plunder and women and luxury. Trebol’s thoughts were of prestige and fame, rambling from then on about emperors and warlords.

Perhaps people like them could not understand. There was only one objective Doflamingo gave a rat’s ass about and that had nothing to do with treasure or the absurd system of the Shichibukai.

Only Vergo seemed to have half a clue.

“Piracy, huh?” he pondered once, leaning against the rail of their most recently…commandeered ship, “You’ve a knack for poetics, Doffy.”

Doflamingo rested his chin on a palm. “Whatever do you mean?”

“Going out onto the waves,” Vergo’s shades glinted beneath the noon rays, reflecting the crisp waters, “A full circle.”

Doflamingo snickered. He immensely enjoyed these moments of perception from Vergo.

“We’re all buried at sea.”

A small smile crossed Vergo’s lips as he lit another cigarette. The wind was blowing out to the waves, heady tobacco blending together with the salt spray. Doflamingo inhaled, focusing upon it.

And didn’t bother acknowledging the shadow of eight-year old Rosinante sitting on the rail between them.

===

The hallucinations had begun out of nowhere. One moment, Doflamingo was having the time of his life, pounding into some moaning tart in the backroom of a local pub and the next Rosi was standing at the edge of the bed, peering into his face.

Doflamingo swore, nearly crushing the girl in his rush to scramble off of her. His recent growth spurt had made him long and heavy, and the dresser tipped over when he kicked it accidentally.

The girl didn’t even seem to notice the thundering crash it made. She didn’t even seem to notice he was gone at all, as she lay sprawled on the bed still, gasping, a blush of pleasure across her snowy cheeks.

Doflamingo’s mouth went dry. Rosi straightened, hands behind his back, as if he were about to start rocking on his heels. He looked exactly the same as when Doflamingo had last seen him. Sweat and dirt-stained, clothes worn, that thumbprint of their father’s blood at the corner of his chin from where Doflamingo had touched him.

Rationally, it couldn't have been real. He still surveyed the islands across the North Blue and kept a tap on the local news, but had long stopped expecting anything. It had been seven years after all. At this point, Rosi was either dead or didn’t want to be found.

“No,” Doflamingo growled, “No, no, you don’t get to do this to me.”

“What was that, hon?” the girl murmured, eyes clearing, “Hey, what are you doing over there? Fun’s back this way, big boy.”

She sat up, slinking right past Rosi. Her long hair was still dark and wet with rainwater. She smelled of her muddy traipse through the storm when Diamante had demanded whores for company. A cool bird-like hand took him by the wrist, guiding it to her lily-white breast.

“Come on now,” she said softly, fingers resting over his knuckles, “Don’t be shy.”

Doflamingo yanked his hand back and made her jump.

“Shut up.” He pointed toward the side of the bed, right at Rosi’s blank face. “Do you see anything there? Just nod or shake your head.”

The girl looked startled, hesitating a beat that made Doflamingo want to smack her in his impatience. But then she turned, glancing at his brother without comprehension and shook her head.

Doflamingo refused to let the icy grip of panic take him.

“Get out,” he snarled to the girl and wrenched his pants off the floor, far from aroused anymore.

“W-What? But you still have an hour—“

“Did you not hear me?” Doflamingo grinned and the girl paled. For an incredible second, it almost seemed she wanted to keep protesting, before self-preservation kicked in and she nodded, scooping up the crumpled pile of her dress.

It wasn't until her footsteps had faded down the hall that he managed to turn himself around again. Rosi was still there, sitting on the upturned dresser and idly kicking his feet.

“What do you want?” Doflamingo asked quietly.

He was stared at. The expression was mostly blank, save for a faint shadow of reproach, of child-like disapproval with him that Doflamingo remembered so well his stomach curled. Fuck, he was too young to be going crazy.

“I looked for you,” he said, “I really did. But you were gone. I think you’re probably dead actually. You’re not here to blame me, are you?”

Rosi’s face softened. He hopped to his feet, touching the floorboards without a sound, and for a second, Doflamingo thought he was walking towards him and couldn’t stop himself from flinching.

But Rosi halted at the end of the bed, crouching near the post. He stared at Doflamingo, before looking down.

A dropped photograph lay half-wedged between linen and wood. It was yellowed and creased with too many folds. A young raven-haired girl hugging a woman in a wheelchair.

Doflamingo recognized the hair first. It had just been fanned out over the pillows only minutes ago after all and ah, that’s right, he’d chatted with her pimp, hadn’t he? And learned the whole tragic tale. A dying mother. A life of poverty. She sold herself for a handful of pills.

Diamante had laughed and laughed until he cried. (God, the sentiment in people, am I right Doffy?)

Doflamingo hadn't laughed. Fraying hair and brittle wrists had crowded his memory then. And coughing. Endless coughing.

Rosi stared at him, nearly bending backwards just to meet his gaze. The torn hem of a lilac dress was clutched between his fingers.

Doflamingo slid on his glasses.

In the end, he fucked no one and left over twice the entitled payment for the stunned woman, storming out of the pub and into the wet cloud-ridden dark. Diamante didn’t protest much, cowed beneath the seething blackness of Doflamingo’s glare.

The photograph was still in his hand, growing increasingly wet and ruined. His trembling grip crumpled it further. With a burst of crimson petulance, he thought about setting fire to the entire pub and tossing it into the flames.

Instead, it slipped through his fingers to lie in the rain.

Rosi was gone.

===

He kept coming back.

Every time Doflamingo tried to do anything even remotely interesting. Or further the many meticulous plans he’s laid out, Rosi would be there.

Sometimes, in the pristine satin robe of a Celestial Dragon. Sometimes, in the rags their father had reduced them to.

Always watching.

Over the next few years, Doflamingo grew used to seeing him in doorways and windows, seated at the table while Vergo made reports, or spattered with the guts of whomever Pica had slaughtered for laughing at his voice.

Ignoring him to do what he pleased resulted in nightmares. And a left eye that seared with such agony he once nearly gouged it out.

By that juncture, Doflamingo was sincerely contemplating if he'd gone insane. He’d done a vast amount of reading in his spare time, determined to educate himself, and concluded that at some point he'd suffered a psychotic break.

Doflamingo could not fathom why or when. He hardly thought he was broken.

But what else could this be? He wondered, standing in the rubble of another nameless town, Trebol giggling and Rosi huddled amongst the corpses, cradling Father’s head like a toy.

===

“You really should leave me alone.”

Doflamingo was twenty-three and Gold Roger had been dead for six years.

The Grand Line festered with impossible dreams. A torrent of skull sails poured in, each with their own silly little design and captain, here to pursue their silly little goals.

A new era was rumbling on the horizon. Unwritten history with the quill poised on the page. How Doflamingo fantasized about tearing a hole straight through it all. There were so many ideas rambling in his head these days, so many horrible and hilarious things to achieve.

The crew had grown like a rising swell. It sufficiently sized now to organize into individual teams and supervising officers. They were all misfits, orphans and freaks to some degree, ostracized and barely existing on the fringes of society. No one wanted them, which was a waste and a shame, because there was such talent to be found.

Lao G from death row and Jora from the streets. The latest recruit, Senor Pink, had been plucked out of the jaws of a loan shark and was blinking at him with puzzlement.

“Young Master?” He spoke, all caution, and Doflamingo’s gaze trailed down from the bookcase, where his still eight-year old brother swung his feet.

“It’s nothing,” he reassured, shoving aside his own surprise that he’d spoken out loud, “So a little lady’s smitten with you, is she?”

Senor Pink blushed as deep as his namesake. “W-Well it’s nothing very serious. Just a few dates really. But since we’re going to be docked here until the log pose updates, I just thought…uh…”

Doflamingo pretended to listen as he prattled on. He kept tabs on every interesting development and was already well-aware of Senor Pink’s pretty, pretty Russian. They were discussing marriage at this point, far beyond a “few dates,” and Doflamingo was not pleased at all that his subordinate thought to hide things from him. Trebol had already urged that the relationship needed ending by force, worried about a division in Pink’s loyalties. Having yet to see any evidence of this, Doflamingo hadn’t bothered. He liked Pink and didn't like suspecting family.

Even if things changed all the time.

“My dear Senor,” Doflamingo said, abruptly interrupting the other man, “Let’s just cut to the chase, shall we? You are lying and I’m frankly quite offended you presume me so easy to evade.”

Oho, he’d forgotten how white of a shade Senor Pink could turn. Even better than that petrified bird impression of Jora’s. A corner of Doflamingo, which was forever a ten year old boy burning in the flames, was alight with vicious glee. Fear was not nearly so practical as devotion, but it was fun to see all the same.

“I-I’m sorry, sir. I was going to tell you sooner, but there was just never…She thinks I’m a banker, she doesn’t know that I’m…well, I-I guess I’m afraid she might—“

“What, Pink?” Doflamingo tilted his head. “Leave you? Send the Marines after me? Is she a bigger problem than I’d initially thought?”

The man’s eyes widened. Fat beads of sweat trickled from his perfectly coiffed hair and he nearly stumbled over himself to correct him.

“What? No, no, Young Master, she’s not a threat at all. I-I swear she knows nothing. She’ll never know anything. You don’t have to waste your time.”

“Never a waste of time where my family’s concerned,” Doflamingo chided, smiling coolly, “I've been abundantly clear. Mistakes can be excused. But betrayal…”

“I would never betray you,” Senor Pink said, fists squeezing and voice thick, “Never. Not for anyone. Please, Young Master, leave her be. I-I’ll…I’ll break things off with her today if you want me to. Give me any punishment you see fit for lying.”

His head was bowed and oh god, he was close to tears, was it really so serious a thing, eheh. Doflamingo fiddled with his options. Something from the frozen depths of him mused on killing her anyway and making Senor Pink dispose of the body. He’d never been partial to the notion of sharing…

Fingertips brushed his elbow. Doflamingo blinked and Rosi was sitting on the desk with blood coming out of his eyes.

===

(Senor Pink cringed like a dog awaiting a kick when Doflamingo suddenly cursed, nails screeching against polished wood.

“You’ve picked the wrong time,” the Young Master snarled and terror wrung Pink's stomach a little harder. As far as captains went, the Young Master was in his own league. A towering god among men. Power exuded from his every pore, but he was still surprisingly generous and reasonable, even if impossible to predict.

And certainly while those rare moments of anger were frightening beyond description, crew members were never subjected to it as long as they remained useful and did as they were told. He always made his expectations so very clear and Senor Pink would not dare resent him for that.

No, everything had simply been his own fault. He’d fucked up for real and now he’d never see or hear or touch her again.

“Get lost.”

Senor Pink stiffened.

“I said get lost, Rosi.”

Senor Pink raised his head).

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“…Sir?”

Doflamingo’s jaw creaked as he glared into Rosi’s stained and dirty face, ignoring the shudder that echoed through his soul.

“Young Master?” a voice warbled through his senses, “Who are you…?”

Doflamingo turned back to Senor Pink, who flinched just at his gaze. He made a single alarmed glance at the empty space Doflamingo had been snapping at and did not attempt to move or speak again.

Eyes narrowed, Doflamingo considered the man impatiently. He had an inkling then of what would send Rosi away. It wasn’t the statement he’d prefer to make and he would probably never hear the end of it from Trebol, but he wanted Pink gone now.

“…If you watch her well,” he said slowly, “And never forget where your loyalties lie…then I could care less what you do.”

Senor Pink gaped, his previous unease crushed instantly beneath the weight of hope.

“S-Sir, do you mean…a-and it’s okay if we…”

Doflamingo sighed, resisting the urge to rub his temples. Oh well, he was bored of this whole situation anyway.

“Don’t lie to me again. Now get out.”

Senor Pink bowed so low his forehead was nearly level with the desk. He didn’t dare to ask what had changed his mind.

“Thank you, Young Master,” he said, voice trembling, “For your forgiveness.”

Doflamingo snorted as the door clicked shut after him. Forgiveness, huh?

“What the hell do you think you're playing at?"

But he was already in the room alone.

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archivesdiveronarpg · 7 years

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Congratulations, CASPER! You’ve been accepted for the role of EDGAR. Admin Bree: I was beyond excited to finally see an app for our beloved Everett, but by the time I finished your application, Casper, I was ecstatic. I knew you were right for the role when you wrote that he is “kind in a way that is almost cruel,” and the rest of your submission, from the interview to the sample, lived up to my every expectation and more. He’s a golden boy, yes, but gold only refrains from tarnishing when it’s pure, and you’ve shown that despite what he may believe, he’s far from it. Well done! Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

Out of Character

Alias | Casper.

Age | 22.

Preferred Pronouns | She/her.

Activity Level | Around a 6 on a number scale, I’m currently in school and will be taking classes in the summer. That being said, I will definitely make time every day to try and get something out.

Timezone | CST.

Current/Past RP Accounts | http://alastairofdivinecruelty.tumblr.com/ Here is Alastair’s account from Legion. :)

In Character

Character | Edgar. Everett Jairus Craven.

Edgar; Parts meaning wealth and fortune (ead), though interestingly enough, spear (gar). He was fortuitous to be a legitimate son, his father’s golden boy, and there is an edge to his kindness should it require one. In essence, he is the golden lance of Verona.

Everett; Composed of parts that equate to “strength of a wild boar”, Everett is resilient and level-headed through any given turbulence. Not necessarily a wild beast by any means, he is still capable of a greater strength than he might be given credit for and his tamed nature could very well be a facade at any given moment.

Jairus; Greek form of Jair, meaning “he shines”. As if to really hammer home the idea that he’s golden and without any noticeable flaw, Everett has taken well to being a giant golden peacock of the Capulets. A peacock with excellent manners and an even better trigger finger, when compelled to use it.

Craven; To him it is a legacy and a purpose, though others would seem him as cowardly for not openly engaging in war whenever the need to might arise. It is also a mask. If they think him a coward, then the warrior will surprise them. There’s more reason for him being Captain than his father’s name.

What drew you to this character? | He actually was a character that grew on me over time as I’ve been looking between a handful of them fot a couple weeks! He’s not the sort of character that I typically write, as I lean more towards the outwardly menacing and unrestrained characters. But there’s something about Everett that I really enjoyed, particularly this line in the biography: “Call him haughty, call him prideful, call him arrogant, but sin—true sin, the kind that wreaks havoc on the soul and taints the mind—is a poor man’s endeavor, and Everett Craven is anything but.” That part stuck with me for days before I took to writing an app, because a man with all the arrogance that the world will allow him just cannot be bothered by sin or negativity in terms of his character and that’s honestly fascinating. Everett sees himself as someone to be gilded in the annals of Verona’s history and his family name, but gilded things tend to flake over time. That part of Everett would be interesting to flesh out, the cracks in the gold that might show through a smile too tight or a word too stressed.

He is kind in a way that is almost cruel, like a poison that’s administered through simple greetings and small talk that isn’t even noticed until the very end. And even then, he has done no wrong and will never see himself as having done a wrong. Everett feels that he’s Aristotle’s golden mean. Not to mention his entire relationship with Easton, who he does legitimately care for after everything’s said and done. There is absolutely a love there between them, as incredibly one-sided as it is. I don’t mean to say that he doesn’t give a damn about anyone, as he clearly does care with the example of Catherine in his connections. He just…cares for himself a little bit more than he does others. Arrogance and ambition rarely make room for family or hell, even friends, and Everett’s complete ambivalence is incredible. The character in King Lear isn’t outlined sharply, but is rather a blur of a human being. The one here wears a smile and will shake your hand. He’s a gentle Patrick Bateman-esque character with outward appearances being everything and the very careful concealment of any extreme emotion. (Maybe even some Henry Winters from The Secret History.) That leads to stress and we all know that continued stress will lead to a fracture, so I’m curious and would be absolutely thrilled to write that out over time. Which Everett would come out after that?

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? |

Ignis Aurum Probat: Fire tests gold. I honestly want to see Everett well and truly stressed the hell out. As a captain of the Capulets, he is the very image of elegance in combat and duress, but I would like for something or someone to push him to a limit that could very well be his or hell, even theirs, breaking point. A man of strategy and keeping himself a handful of steps before everyone he has ever had to face, brought to a moment where he isn’t allowed to simply stop and think…I think that would make for something explosive that Verona isn’t particularly ready for.

Astra inclinant, sed non obligant: The stars incline us, they do not bind us. The Cain and Abel tragedy waiting to happen in dear Verona. In the steps of his father, Everett should hate and loathe Easton, yet he chooses not to follow the path that has been set before him. He retains and cherishes the one-sided familial love that started from childhood. He is the master of his own fate, in most regards, but is absolutely driven by the need for approval above all. Everett is thirsty for his father’s posthumous approval, but when it comes to Easton and his father’s utter disdain for him, Everett falters. In terms of love as Everett understands it, Easton comes second to himself and in a situation where their blood feud comes to a head, would Everett act on his father’s wishes/his own pride and violently disavow his little brother? He believes that he very well would, as what he has earned is rightfully his by will and birthright alone. And yet…Easton is family and family is family.

Deus Vult: God wills it. For years, Gabriel Craven was God in the eyes of Everett. Everything was (and arguably still is) done to appease him so that the golden son might bask in the glow of his father’s approval. Wherever it may be. But God is dead and the Craven name is left to Everett. It would be easy to become Gabriel. After all, Everett was made in his image, but Gabriel was not a merciful god of the household and the violence of his father was something that Everett did not approve of though he never raised his voice against it. Especially when it comes to Easton. (He chooses not to see the irony of this when he washes blood from his gloves.) The struggle of wanting his father’s approval and to become a worthy bearer of the Craven name is a constant. In that struggle, Everett has lost some of himself as he pours himself into the mold of his father. I think it would be interesting for Everett to have a come to Jesus moment where the human Everett, who loves his brother and feels for others, reconciles with the warm-blooded machine that that the Capulets call Captain. And who he used to call father. What would it take for Everett to revoke his father?

In Depth

What is your favorite place in Verona? |

“My father’s home, of course,” Everett answered with a swirl of his drink. His cigar, perched in its holder, smoldered and went untouched. “Although The Tempest is as entertaining as its drinks are delicious, I prefer to find my peace of mind at home. You understand, yes?”

His father’s home. He would never say as much and he often fought against the truth of the thought, but it was moreso that he tended to the home rather than lived in it. In fact, he had changed very little in the home after his father’s passing. Same structure, same memories. Clean knife marks stacked atop jagged ones that marked the growth of the Craven boys on the door that led into his mother’s kitchen. A quiet truth was that he loved his home.

“I could show you the garden, if you’d like,” he said as he adjusted his posture to remove the lean from his spine. His eyes glanced down to make note of the coaster before he set his glass down. No rings on the wood, boy. His face shifted into a warm smile, eyes crinkled and lip quirked at the corner. A genuine one. “You might notice that it’s… rather unkempt compared to the rest of the house, but I prefer it that way.”

What does your typical day look like?

Everett hummed low in his throat as he pondered the question, though he did not pause the slow pouring of his guest’s drink. Something akin to a gentle chuckle rose from him when he looked at his guest from the corner of his eye. The drink was served and he returned to the heavy desk, a gift from the Capulet’s South African connections, that kept him at a certain distance.

“My day,” he said aloud to himself. “My day. Well, do you want the long or the short of it? My mornings are busier than my evenings as that’s when I do all my soul-searching. Something rather cleansing about a dawn, don’t you think?”

He smiled into his drink, pleased with himself.

“I spend my day with the others, doing whatever it is that you think I might do as their captain,” he waved his hand as he continued before he folded them together. “And my evenings are spent entertaining company or wherever duty calls.”

He said the words almost apologetically, as though his answer did a disservice to the question. It was very much the opposite, Everett mused. His smile invited with a sharpness that lingered just beneath taut skin.

“I can be rather predictable, I’m afraid.”

What are your thoughts on the war between the Capulets and the Montagues?

“It certainly keeps me busy, that’s for certain,” he said with a faint laugh. He gestured toward the paperwork on his desk to make a point of his statement. The Craven man waited, curious if his guest would make a move. “Tempting, isn’t it?”

There was no threat in his tone as he sat down and filed the weapon’s trade paperwork away under lock and key. If anything, his composure softened. If they acted under his roof, they were subject to his terms and conditions, but he wasn’t concerned in the slightest. He had always been a good host. Hospitium above all else. No one would be harmed under his watchful eye. Never again, he thought invasively. He took a swig of his drink and let out a tired sigh.

“War is a temptation in itself, I believe, and it invites further temptation,” he said matter-of-factly and heavily. “Something about it calls to everyone. Power.” Easton. “Money.” Cosimo. “Blood.” Himself. “Isn’t that the holy trinity of reasons to raise your weapons?”

For a moment, Everett allowed his face to crease. Furrowed brow, slight frown, and eyes downcast. His cigar continued its slow path to an ashy death. It would be a lie to say that he detested the war and he couldn’t entertain the idea of being a conscientious objector of all things. Cosimo’s war was his war and it was a righteous one, after all. It was the war he had sworn his life to.

“It will continue on and end as all wars do,” Everett said as he raised his head. His complacent smile returned and the golden son shimmered once more. “And I’ll have the paperwork to prove it.”

In-Character Para Sample:

Everett met the sun in the morning and invited the light into his home by throwing the curtains back from every window. (All save for the one in his father’s old study.) He didn’t flourish in the dark like copper-leaves. There were no remnants of the night before in the dining room or in the study and his hands ached with the memory of scrubbing away the perspiration ring that Tiberius had left behind. At the time, Everett hadn’t minded and he wasn’t one to make a fuss of something so small when they were meant to be celebrating as fellow captains. A job well done, as always. He had enjoyed himself to say the least, but the tiger of a man always left such a damned mess behind.

That reminded Everett. Paperwork, as all unholy things did, carved out a certain portion of his life out and he hadn’t had the time to tend to his beloved pastime. His breakfast of plain oats with a gluttonous teaspoon of sugar was consumed quickly as the thought of the mess in the backyard hurried him through every motion of the morning. The Craven man was mindful to feed the birds when he finally stepped outside and they were grateful to him for it. It did well to feed the meek and less fortunate before tending to one’s own affairs, Everett found. In only a few matters, however.

Luckily, his worried mind had painted a worse picture than the one reality assured. There were weeds, yes, but they could be torn out easily enough. Somehow, annoyingly enough, purple toothwort had woven themselves all through his oleanders like a spilled cabernet sauvignon. Why they were drawn to such poison, he didn’t know nor care, and they were razed all the same. Even through his woeful mistreatment, the kaleidoscope of his aquilegia blossomed beautifully and the weeds were barely noticeable through the blossoms of blue, white, and violet. He could always count on those to bloom in spite of.

Underneath the hanging corner of his home on the eastern edge, not too far from the main garden but far enough that it often went overlooked, was where he kept the copperleaf bushes. There, more so than anywhere else, weeds and the parasites they invited often made a nasty home. When he had first planted the seeds, he knew what to expect and he was patient them. Their home wasn’t in Italy (nor his home, it seemed) and they needed constant maintenance, the woman at the florist had reminded him, but she was awfully quick to assure Everett of his capabilities when he simply smiled and thanked her. The check must have changed her tune or the carefully written signature.

“Cazzo!”

Everett restrained from tossing aside his shears as it would be unseemly. He frowned instead and apologized for the slip of his tongue. A larger portion than what he was truly comfortable with was dead by the time he cleared away the uninvited and he loathed to do away with even the smallest section. Yet, he reminded himself that he had taken it upon himself and to get frustrated would unwind the months he had spent doctoring the slightest hiccup in every leaf. A small sigh passed through the eldest Craven’s lips as he sat back on his heels. At the end of the day, he reasoned, they would simply wither away in the shadows and it wasn’t within his power to bring back what was dead. All he could do was plant another and keep a better mind about it.

“There you are, much better.”

The poison had been cut away with care and he patted the smooth, clean earth next to the remaining copper-leaves. A loving gesture if anything. As right as the florist had been, he would never admit flaw in his gardening as long as he breathed. Not when everything else under his hand flourished.

Extras:

Here’s a pinterest board - https://www.pinterest.com/abinconvenienti/vincit-qui-se-vincit-edgar/

Some Songs -

The entirety of the song could really sum up his relationship with Easton, but this part in particular of Coheed and Cambria’s ‘Domino the Destitute’: “This disaster binds us absolute/A thousand lies/You tell yourself/That no one ever loved you right/Ooh, but I would do anything for you/The question fits the question mark/Your signals crossed, your message lost.”

This might sound super cheesy, but Fleetwood Mac’s ‘Landslide’ is kind of the song I have for Everett’s rose-tinted glasses view of his father but also him gradually growing out of it: “Well, I’ve been afraid of changing/‘Cause I’ve built my life around you/But time made you bolder/Even children get older/And I’m getting older too.”

Crystal Castle’s ‘Deicide’ is how I imagine Everett’s kindness outside of his immediate social circle although, it still could very well be applicable given that it’s more a weapon than an outpouring of his soul more often than not: “Their kindness is charade/It’s used to sedate/They remain unashamed/If you are being used/You should remain confused/To keep them amused”.

Finally, an instrumental, but it’s John Murphy’s Sunshine (Adagio in D Minor). It has hopeful notes to it and considering the context, Everett is an Icarus that has flown or at least been lifted incredibly high. He just hasn’t burned yet and there’s a rather abrupt end to the song.

And a couple of quotes to top it off!:

“[HE] IS AN EVER-LIVING REALITY, A SUN AFLAME WITHIN ME, A SUN THAT WILL NEVER SUFFER ECLIPSE.” - Paul Verlaine (Everett about himself lmao.)

“YOU ARE A THEATRE OF HOLLOWNESS.” - Kim Hyesoon

“WE CANNOT WAIT / FOR ANGELS. WE’LL BE OUR OWN GODS NOW.” - Nancy Reddy

“THE WORLD IS CHANGED BECAUSE YOU ARE MADE OF IVORY AND GOLD. THE CURVE OF YOUR LIPS REWRITE HISTORY.” - Oscar Wilde

Hope this is alright, sorry for any errors, and thank you for reading! :)

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