#resa’s face reveal

[deanstead]

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#resa.personal #resa’s face reveal #WESTLIFE #tired face LOL

[neverwavers]

Keith tilted his head, genuinely curious. Was that an accent? British? He didn’t know much about the dueling scene there. “You a duelist? Whattaya run?” (@keithhoward)

The question momentarily brings the Brit to a pause with her aquamarine irises turning to face his that were shielded by his sunglasses. A gentle smile crosses Resa's countenance before a small chuckle is elicited from her throat. She's not insulted by the fact that he didn't know who she is, given how many circuits there are for dueling.

"I sure am a duelist," she responds, her English accent leaking through with every syllable she says. "You probably only focus on the North American regional tournaments and all that, yeah? You can already tell by my accent alone, but I'm one of the top duelists in the European circuit. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir. My name is Resa Varick. To whom do I owe the pleasure of speaking to?" Her tone is amicable and light, easily displaying just how at ease she feels by speaking about this subject at large. Though, since he did ask her a question, it'd simply be rude to not give him an answer to it, right?

"As far as what I personally run, I've many different types of decks that I usually carry. I'm most known for my fairy beatdown, but for the others? That's something you'll have to figure out yourself!"

After all, a lady never reveals all of her secrets out in the open like this.

#keithhoward #♦ VERSE → battle city. #*ooc: lemme know if you'd like for me to redo any of this! #tysm for sending something in! ♥

[dailyunsolvedmysteries]

Weird/Crazy Things Fans Have Done

A fan sent Zac Efron a bit of their skin.

An American man loved Draco Malfoy so much that he legally changed his name to Lucius Malfoy and then seriously tried to adopt Tom Felton by sending him adoption papers he’d signed along with a binder of legal documents which instructed him to change his name to Draco and move to America to live with him.

Someone actually cut off their ear and sent it to Jared Leto and he made a necklace out of it. 

Some teenage fans climbed onto Liam Payne's balcony and stole his boxer shorts, wore them for a day and then returned them

Some fans gifted the Jonas brothers a dead shark in a tube.

A man named Tobias Strebel got multiple surgeries to look like favourite pop singer, Justin Bieber.  Unfortunately, he died shortly after, in 2015.

A One Direction Fan carried out an entire wedding ceremony where she married the cardboard cutout of Harry Styles. 

A Japanese fan gave Avril Lavigne a dead rabbit.

Norman Reedus received a gift in the form of a two-headed squirrel. The fan apparently sewed a second squirrel head to an already taxidermized squirrel.

A fan mailed their tampon to Niall Horan

One fan left a real, live, human newborn baby on Dolly Parton’s doorstep who they said was named Jolene. Dolly found the baby a loving home.

Alice Cooper got sent a tiny coffin with a cat’s heart inside

Taecyeon of Korean boy group 2PM got sent a handwritten note written in a fan’s period blood and sprinkled with her pubes. Followed by the picture of her bloody pad she had used to write it.

When Jessie J broke her leg in 2011 a fan broke their leg to be like her and then started to spam her pictures of it

A fan crawled into a vent to spy on Ricky Martin who was walking around his hotel room naked. Although freaked out he still took a photo with the fan 

Ashley Tisdale received over 18,000 messages from a man later revealed  to be Nicholas Fiore where he spoke as if he was in a relationship with her. He also went to her house several times and also threatened to kill her. She put out a restraining order but he broke it.

John Dubis stalked Jennifer Lopez hardcore, contacting her mother for information which led to police being involved but this only seemed to encourage him because he someone managed to move into her pool house, managing to stay there for several days while posting photos online until he got caught.

Linda Resa changed her name to Mrs. Kanye West, explaining that she decided to do this so she could show him how much she loves him. She also has his name tattooed twice on her body

A fan decided to send John Boyega a pair of nipple covers with his face on them in order to promote her start-up.

John Travolta once opened his closet at home and found a fan waiting inside.

For years, Paula Abdul had an over-obsessive fan who called herself Paula Goodspeed and had legally changed her name to Paula. Goodspeed sent many letters and packages to Abdul over the course of her obsession. She even went as far as to audition multiple times for American Idol, the show Abdul was a judge on at the time. The stalker continued to get denied over and over again and received some critical feedback from Abdul’s fellow judges. In 2008, Goodspeed was found dead in a car surrounded by Abdul CDs and posters near Abdul’s home. The death was ruled a suicide.

#fans #creepy #facts #fandom #celebrities

[imaginesbymk]

PINK + WHITE.

—chapter eight ; the flapper girl.

summary: teresa’s permanent resignation from the peaky blinders leads her to a whole new chapter of working in an art museum. but little did she know her best life would be butchered some time later when her former lover tommy shelby gives her no choice but to return to the peaky blinders after they make new enemies, with the leader, of all people, being the man teresa fell in love with one night after a wedding reception back in post world war; luca changretta.

pairing: luca changretta x OC x tommy shelby

tags in this chapter: swearing, drinking

[ chapter index / meet my oc / wattpad link ]

“TERESA, would it kill ya to quit staring at me? I'm tryna do my work here." He fumbles for the ballpoint pen that fell out of his shaky hand. Even when his eyes were down, he still felt hers following his every move when he picked up certain sheets, watching his lips curl when he read a sentence on a report from his father, or just overthinking if Teresa was judging his appearance. There's nothing on my chin, is there? Food in my teeth?

"Am I making the Italian mafioso Luca Changretta nervous?" Teresa leaned over the desk to trail her finger down Luca's chest where she could tease him by gripping the line of his blazer and rip the buttons off. "The same Italian mafioso that got some amateur in Los Angeles to beg on his knees?"

Luca didn't look up from his work. "He was trying to be sneaky and spent nearly a hundred dollars worth of gin for his mistress."

"Is that something you would do? Spend every dime to make his mistress happy?"

"I spend money on myself, to make myself look and feel good, some for business and for special occasions. But I also save," Luca glanced at her, mostly at her cleavage. "And you're not my mistress. I'm not even married. My mother wonders when I'm ever gonna tie the knot with a woman back home." Luca sighs and takes a break, resting his head for a moment. He grunts, rubbing his temple.

"Want me to take over?"

"No," Luca pulls her closer, using his other hand to set his folders to the side so carelessly. "Come here."

She obeys, allowing him to lift her up and carry her on top of his desk.

Luca kisses her. "Ciao, bella," he whispers to her. He kept going, making his way into the sensitive spot of Teresa's neck, his lips pressing against it so gently.

Teresa chuckles, feeling his hand run up her dress. "Who are you? Dracula?"

"Hm?"

"I mean you sort of look like him. You're about to drain the blood out of my neck, so you need me to be in the right position."

"Dracula draining the blood from a flapper girl, eh?"

The sounds of knocking on the heavy wooden doors made Teresa hop off the desk, thinking it was one of his men, or even his mother. She wouldn't contain the embarrassment of being affectionate and intimate with someone's son. It could possibly be the maids, but not the same ones from the hotel Luca stayed at. He fancied staying at a manor his father bought somewhere up north, his family members occupying the other rooms just a few ways down, but just spacious enough for everyone, even for a Welsh named Teresa.

Luca clears his throat and turns the knob. The servers come in with the trolley cart of a decanter and two glasses. "You ordered whiskey, Sir?"

The Italian watched the servers roll in the bar cart and nodded at him before shutting the door on their way out. "You like whiskey, amore?"

"Love all kinds of poison." Teresa walked over to the cart, picking up the vessel. She lifts the glass lid and brings it to her nose to let in a good smell. "Rich, like you."

Luca scoffs. "Yeah, if you drink out of that decanter, you'll become a part of us."

Teresa scoffs back.

"What? Teresa, becoming a soldier was like striking gold."

"I'd rather stay here and sit in the gardens, or walk around this palace wearing only my stockings."

Luca shrugged, imagining the erotic sight. It's happened before and he experienced it first-hand. "I bought you those stockings," he comments, staring down at her legs.

"I'll become a part of your family when the cows come home."

"Oh, come on! Don't gimme that. My family likes you."

"Seriously?" Teresa makes a face at him, and he responds by rolling his eyes.

"Okay, maybe it'll take some time."

"Your mother called me a brazen hussy the other day. Like what you said, she wants you to marry a woman in New York. She's mentioned a name, the woman is close with your family and she often visits at dinner parties? She came to the wedding." Teresa smirks. "She's Italian."

Luca grunts, knowing exactly who she was talking about. "Viviana."

"Signora Viviana must be the whole package."

"We consider her family, but I can't imagine marrying her," Luca shook his head, pouring himself a glass of the whiskey. "Matteo would be crushed."

Teresa was already ahead of him, nearly downing the whiskey, ready for a refill. She brings the glass to her lips, about to take in the last sip. "Do you want to get married?"

"Someday."

Teresa nodded.

"When we were at my cousin's wedding, as best man, I watched two people who were so in love exchange vows. I really felt the love my cousin had for his wife that day. And I know one day that'll happen to me. I'll marry the most beautiful bride who is my whole world. I'll be able to wake up next to her and remember how she likes her coffee in the morning."

"She'll be the luckiest wife."

"I'll treat her like a diamond."

"She'll come around. I'm sure she's somewhere out there, searching for you. Hell, she could be right on your bloody nose," Teresa jokes.

Well to be fair, the woman named Viviana was right on Luca's nose for quite some time. She shared her beautiful smile with the family, and Luca did admire her, respected her when she paid her contribution to the family. She could be waiting for him to return home as of right now, and throw her arms around the Italian so they could spend a night drinking champagne on a balcony.

Yet, Luca didn't set his lust and attention on Viviana. Not even at his cousin's wedding. Luca was picky when it came to his preferences with people, that's part of being a Changretta. But there was someone he wished his mother showed at least some respect to, a woman whose eyes light up like stars whenever Luca says her name...

Yeah, he answered to himself, watching Teresa refill her glass from the whiskey decanter. Maybe I already found her.

TERESA ran her fingers through her head, thinking about what she told Finn the other day that made the young boy rush back to Small Heath before she could settle down for her lunch break, taking her words with him. The blinds that gaped in between to let in the last bit of afternoon sun into the dark room of her office gave out the blonde locks she styled for yet another casual day. Simply walking down each corridor and back to the departments was a way to wastefully tear down the strands to her cheeks as she kept her head down so carelessly.

See what happens when you open your mouth, 'Resa? She sighs, knowing that revealing her past love to be the man that's after the Peaky Blinders would either cause high tides between her and them, or maybe even her and Luca himself, or maybe more pestering phone calls from Tommy.

Luca. He's a malicious man, she couldn't deny that. He would get his way without an issue, and if someone had to object about that, if someone were to challenge a man with such high power, would they live to tell about it? She would hate having the idea of handing the one thing she has all to herself to a man who would gladly have paintings hung in his gigantic home. The Changretta family distributes gin in and out of America with the exception of handling Alfie Solomons' rum, anyways, so why would he want to claim an art gallery all the way in Wales?

The thought of Luca threatening to put a bullet through hers or any one of her loved ones' heads sent a chill in her body. Would Luca ever do that to her? Would the Italian ever have the thought of harming someone he had a past relationship with? Would he regret it?

What was even left of Teresa's loved ones, anyhow? She wasn't as close to her team to consider them family. Perhaps one time she scolded the manager for not realizing one of their employees smoked a cigar when the gallery has a strict no smoking indoors rule, but she couldn't live with the thought of having them indirectly killed by the New York mafia. Come to think of it, she didn't have anyone, which is just as disheartening as having someone to protect. Maybe if she never got her brother killed that day—

She walks out after setting her teacup in the tiny space left open on her desk. Normally she would hear distant chatters from the tour guides speaking to the guests, or just guests speaking among each other, talking about whatever piece they lay their gaze on. But she frowned when she noticed how empty the gallery was, except for maybe five guests. Given that it's still hours in the early afternoon. Why wasn't it busy?

Teresa approaches two guides, asking the question that swirled her head. "Where is everyone?"

"I believe the gallery is in need of an upgrade." One of the tour guides spoke out, a bit of nervousness in their voice to speak up on feedback to the owner.

"Was deco not enough?"

"Most of it has already been seen, Miss."

The Welsh shook her head. "What does that even mean? The people wanted to see deco, we gave them deco. I provided rum to the guests on the grand re-opening, I made sure this place is clean and shiny from every inch of every corner. How could this place already be dead? At this hour?"

The tour guides slightly shook their heads, shrugging.

Teresa sighs. "Fine. Have any of you seen Mason?"

Mason Miller was hired on the spot when his well pressed suit and love for Rococo struck admiration for Teresa. She saw her younger self in him, almost like she was looking in the mirror of the past. Someone at a young age so passionate, she needed him as extra help.

"With all due respect, Miss Griffith, there hasn't been enough—I would say razzle-dazzle, to the place. We have a lot to catch up on, or guests will yawn and find themselves out the exit."

"Mason, this is a gallery, not a circus." Teresa scratches her neck. "It's been days since the opening. Our blood, sweat and tears shouldn't be a one time thing and dropped down to rubbish."

Her assistant shrugs. "Well, these days people don't wake up and think about visiting a gallery, y'know? You can find art deco everywhere you go; fancy dinner parties, manors. It inspires what we wear on occasions."

Teresa stares at her desk. "If Luca Changretta were to ever own this gallery, would he fix this problem? Make the place go fucking bankrupt?"

"I'm sorry, w-who? Luca Ch..." Mason asks, skimming through his clipboard of names he might have missed pinpointing and scheduling a meeting with.

Teresa looked at her assistant, realizing she spoke out her thoughts. "It's nothing. You're dismissed."

"Thank you." He smiles to himself as he bid an exit out of her office for Teresa to be back with her thoughts. Her jaw clenched. I will not let my team down, and I will not give my gallery to a mafioso.

"Actually, Mason?" the young lad stepped foot inside again, peering in with his full attention on one odd request. "Luca Changretta, that's his name. I'd like for you to find where he is at the moment and set up an invitation via letter. Let me know when he responds at your earliest convenience."

"Miss...?"

She didn't stop rationalizing it. She even settled for it faster than deciding not to ally with the Peaky Blinders. Mason Miller stared awkwardly at his boss as she set her focus back on her notepad laid on her desk. "I'd like to meet up with Luca Changretta."

+ enjoy my scene edit above! my peaky blinders editing account is @/fcknshelbys via ig.

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[artalemarinellaartist]

Translation into Italian after the presentation in English

Work proposed by the artist Artale for participation in the presentation in images of Dante Alighieri’s Divine Comedy (for the 700th anniversary of the death of the Supreme Poet), concerns the subject of Pia de ‘Tolomei.   “Oh, when you have returned to the world and rested from the long way “, followed the third spirit to the second, “Remember me, who am the Pia; Siena made me, undone Maremma: salted the one who ‘nnanellata first arranging me with his gem ”. (Divine Comedy, Purgatory. V, 130-136)  “Come on, when you have returned to Earth and rested for the long journey”, a third spirit continued after the second, “remember me, I am the Pia, I was born in Siena and I was killed in Maremma; the one who, after asking me to marry, gave me the wedding ring well knows this. “ Canto V Purgatorio. Leap 2, negligent, violent deaths. The setting is that of the antipurgatory island. Pia’s story is essential and elliptical. Pia raises her feeble voice to ask Dante to be remembered with a prayer that can shorten the time of atonement, only after she has rested from her long journey. Pia’s tenderness is fixed in her memory with her maternal concern, and with the education and respect with which she turns to Dante. She feels sincere awareness of guilt but also a deep sense of gratitude for a free forgiveness, fruit of divine goodness. She is in the anti-purgatory because before dying she repents of her sins, poor! She who is killed repents of futile sins when compared to the sin of those who snatched her from her life.   Choice of subject  The artist Artale chooses this woman made immortal by the Supreme Poet, as she is considered current because she is a female figure victim of a femicide. Then as today some men through violence destroy, violate and try to cancel the feminine essence. Pia de 'Tolomei belonged to the noble family of Siena. She married Nello di Inghiramo dei Pannocchieschi who held the position of mayor of Volterra and Lucca towards the end of 1200. Pia died either killed by her husband or made to kill on his behalf. She was thrown from the balcony of her home, because in those days there was no divorce, and her husband who wanted to rebuild a life with her lover decided to eliminate her accusing her of adultery. Dante Alighieri was deeply touched by this story. Sensitive and attentive, he was able to grasp the injustice of the innocent victim; thanks to her sensitivity, today more than ever the figure of Pia de 'Tolomei encloses ancient time in a sort of limbo from which even today the woman is an unaware victim of circumstances. The past centuries were not enough, there is almost rooted in some men this destructive and malignant sense that must destroy the woman: mother, lover, daughter, niece, cousin, girlfriend. Today’s chronicles are overflowing with chilling stories of women killed by miserable men and unable to manage healthy relationships with them. Throughout the Divine Comedy, only Pia de 'Tolomei represents the sweetness, feminine sensitivity and tenderness of a woman who, even if trampled on, possesses that resilience of the soul that will make her immortal in just 6 poignant verses (vv. 130-136). Like her none.   Description of the work  Pia de 'Tolomei is represented in the center of the work, when she introduces herself to Dante Alighieri. She is dressed in a dress of her time, as a noblewoman. Her hand is clearly visible in showing the gem of the one who ” ringed “ it, married and killed it. Her face is serene, she possesses the features of those women who, after so much horror, no longer even carry anger or resentment. Her scene is softened by a slight haze that reveals her, where some flowers drop in front of her petals, almost as if to pay homage to her arrival. In addition to representing, the artist wants the observer to remember these immortal verses so that he can reflect deeply on the concept of femicide that Dante was able to masterfully grasp and express. An explicit reference to the city of Florence is represented by the lily-shaped pendant, which decorates the neckline and expresses a clear reminder of the artist’s love for the land of Tuscany and the Supreme Poet. WORK: 100x100 cm, technique: acrylic, surface: cotton canvas, style: figurative, year: 2021, (March 23).  P.S. : dutiful and heartfelt public thanks to the historian and art critic Giorgio Gregorio Grasso and to the Contemporary Art Foundation

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Opera proposta dall’artista Artale per la partecipazione della presentazione in immagini della Divina Commedia di Dante Alighieri (per i 700 anni dalla morte del Sommo Poeta), riguarda il soggetto di Pia de’ Tolomei.

“Deh, quando tu sarai tornato al mondo

e riposato de la lunga via”,

seguitò ‘l terzo spirito al secondo,

“ricorditi di me, che son la Pia;

Siena mi fé, disfecemi Maremma:

salsi colui che ‘nnanellata pria

disposando m’avea con la sua gemma”.

(Divina Commedia, Purgatorio. V, 130-136)

“Orsù, quando sarai tornato sulla Terra e avrai riposato per il lungo cammino”, proseguì un terzo spirito dopo il secondo, “ricordati di me, che sono la Pia, nacqui a Siena e fui uccisa in Maremma; lo sa bene colui che, dopo avermi chiesto in sposa, mi aveva dato l’anello nuziale”.

Canto V Purgatorio. Balzo 2, negligenti, morti di morte violenta. L’ambientazione è quella dell’isola dell’antipurgatorio. Il racconto di Pia si presenta essenziale ed ellittico. Pia leva la sua voce flebile per chiedere a Dante di essere ricordata con una preghiera che possa abbreviare il tempo dell’espiazione, soltanto dopo che si sarà riposato dal suo lungo viaggio. La tenerezza di Pia si fissa nella memoria con la sua materna sollecitudine, e per l’educazione ed il rispetto con cui si rivolge a Dante. Ella, avverte sincera consapevolezza della colpa ma anche un profondo senso di riconoscenza per un perdono gratuito frutto della bontà divina. Ella si trova nell’antipurgatorio perchè prima di morire si pente dei suoi peccati, povera! Lei che viene uccisa si pente di peccati futili se confrontati al peccato di chi l’ha strappata alla vita.

Scelta del soggetto

L’ artista Artale, sceglie questa donna resa immortale dal Sommo Poeta, in quanto viene considerata come attuale perché è una figura femminile vittima di un femminicidio. Allora come oggi taluni uomini attraverso la violenza distruggono, violano e cercano di annullare l’essenza femminile.

Pia de’ Tolomei apparteneva alla nobile famiglia di Siena. Andata in sposa a Nello di Inghiramo dei Pannocchieschi che ricoprì la carica di podestà di Volterra e di Lucca verso la fine del 1200.

Pia morì uccisa dal marito o fatta uccidere per conto di costui. Venne gettata dal balcone della sua abitazione, perché a quei tempi non esisteva il divorzio, ed il marito che voleva rifarsi una vita con l’ amante decise di eliminarla accusandola di adulterio.

Dante Alighieri venne toccato profondamente da questa storia . Sensibile e attento seppe cogliere l’ingiustizia della vittima incolpevole; grazie alla sua sensibilità, oggi più che mai la figura di Pia de’ Tolomei racchiude il tempo antico in una sorta di limbo da cui ancora oggi la donna è vittima inconsapevole delle circostanze. Non sono bastati i secoli trascorsi, vi è quasi radicato in certi uomini questo senso distruttivo e maligno che deve distruggere la donna: madre, amante, figlia, nipote, cugina, fidanzata. Le cronache di oggi sono stracolme di storie agghiaccianti di donne uccise da uomini miserabili e incapaci di gestire delle relazioni sane con esse. In tutta la Divina Commedia, soltanto Pia de’ Tolomei rappresenta la dolcezza, la sensibilità femminile e la tenerezza di donna che se pur calpestata possiede quella resilienza dell’ anima che saprà renderla immortale in soli 6 struggenti versi ( vv. 130-136). Come lei nessuna.

Descrizione dell’ opera

Pia de’ Tolomei viene rappresentata al centro dell’opera , nel momento in cui si presenta a Dante Alighieri. Ella è vestita con un abito del suo tempo, da nobildonna. La sua  mano è bene in vista nel mostrar la gemma di colui che la ‘’inanellò’’, sposò e uccise. Il suo volto è sereno ,lei possiede i tratti di quelle donne che dopo tanto orrore, non portano nemmeno più né rabbia né rancore.

La scena  è  resa tenue da una lieve foschia che la svela, dove alcuni fiori lasciano cadere al suo cospetto dei petali, quasi come a volerle rendere omaggio al suo arrivo. L’artista oltre che rappresentare, desidera che l’osservatore rammenti questi versi immortali affinchè si rifletta profondamente sul concetto di femminicidio che Dante aveva saputo cogliere ed esprimere magistralmente. Esplicito richiamo alla città di  Firenze è rappresentato dal  pendente a forma di giglio, che decora la scollatura ed esprime un chiaro richiamo dell’ amore per l'artista nei confronti della terra di Toscana e del Sommo Poeta.

OPERA: 100x100 cm, tecnica: acrilico, superficie: tela di cotone, stile: figurativo, anno: 2021, (23 marzo).

P.S. : doverosi e sentiti ringraziamenti pubblici allo storico e critico d'arte  Giorgio Gregorio Grasso ed alla Fondazione Arte Contemporanea.

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[sciatu]

Il quadro di Donna Franca Florio nella versione definitiva di Boldini : Boldini con alle spalle la seconda versione del quadro esposto a Venezia (nota quanto è bassa la spallina rispetto alla scollatura); La prima versione del quadro; Il vestito con cui venne ritratta; L’abito di perle e diamanti da dama di compagnia della regina Elena alla corte Piemontese;  Ritratto fotografico colorato di Donna Flora, Un altro abito di Donna Franca; Ritratto di Donna Florio come Dama di Compagnia della Regina Elena, Il ritratto di Donna Franca ai Quattro Pizzi, la sua ultima dimora a Palermo;  Particolare del volto di Donna Franca nel quadro di Boldini.

The painting by Donna Franca Florio in the final version by Boldini: Boldini with the second version of the painting displayed in Venice behind it (note how low the shoulder pad is compared to the neckline); The first version of the picture; The dress with which she was portrayed; Donna Franca’s pearl and diamond dress as queen of honor for Queen Elena at the Piedmont court; Colorful photographic portrait of Donna Flora, Another dress by Donna Franca; Detail of the face of Donna Franca in the painting by Boldini.

L’aiutante di campo imperiale, un giovane Junker alto, biondo con due baffi perfettamente allineati all’in su e una cicatrice sulla guancia sinistra che lo rivelava appartenere alla nobiltà militare prussiana,  si presentò alla nobildonna dicendo che sua altezza imperiale l’attendeva a palazzo ed lo aveva mandato  a prenderla con la sua macchina di rappresentanza. La nobildonna l’osservò con noncuranza e disse che si sarebbe preparata e di aspettare muovendosi con sensuale lentezza. L’aiutante di campo, fissando un punto lontano su muro per evitare di essere aggredito dalla femminilità della donna, aggiunse che sua altezza imperiale le aveva mandato in dono una tromba per automobile, una di quelle con un soffietto alla base che una volta schiacciato faceva emettere alla tromba un suono nasale. La nobildonna mosse un sopracciglio verso l’alto. Sua altezza imperiale il Kaiser Guglielmo che lei chiamava Willy, aveva un umorismo particolare. L’aiutante di campo, fissando il solito punto lontano le chiarì che con quella tromba sarebbero arrivati velocemente da sua altezza imperiale: al suo suono, chiunque fosse sulla strada doveva spostarsi di lato e lasciarli passare. La nobildonna scopri che era proprio cosi! Appena una carrozza o un carrettino sentiva la tromba, il cocchiere si spostava di lato fermandosi. Le strade affollate della caotica Berlino, al sentire il suono della tromba diventavano silenziose ed immobili. Le carrozze e le prime macchine attendevano di lato di essere superate, i borghesi sul marciapiede si fermavano e levatosi il cappello inchinavano il capo, le commesse uscivano dai negozi per vedere chi stava passando, i gendarmi sulla strada correvano agli incroci a fermare il traffico per far passare l’auto imperiale e si irrigidivano in un perfetto saluto militare. La nobildonna capì che il regalo del suo amico Willi consisteva nell’averla resa la donna più importante di Berlino. Sorrise divertita, in fondo lei era già la donna più importante d’Italia e sicuramente della Sicilia, perché lei era Franca Jacona della Motta dei Baroni di San Giuliano e quindi Donna Franca Florio, o, come il poeta D’Annunzio l’aveva chiamata, lei era “l’Unica”!

I Florio a quel tempo stavano lottando per salvare il loro (troppo) vasto impero economico. Avevano comunque ancora un prestigio enorme ed il sogno di rendere Palermo una città degna e paragonabile alle capitali nord Europee. Di questo sogno che suo cognato Vincenzo e suo marito Ignazio Florio perseguivano, lei, Donna Florio era la protagonista. Per questo motivo, nel rispetto del suo ruolo, come molte altre nobildonne italiane e straniere, Ignazio Florio decise che anche Donna Florio doveva essere ritratta dal famoso pittore Boldini e lo fece partire da Parigi per Palermo. Per questo motivo Donna Franca si presentò di fronte al famoso pittore con un vestito scuro, elegante, che la copriva fino al collo. Bodini l’osservò attentamente, incominciò a schizzare un bozzetto e poi incominciò a dipingere. Ora, un pittore dipinge quello che osserva, un grande pittore dipinge quello che vede, e Boldini era un grande pittore per cui, contrariamente alle altre nobildonne riccamente coperte da lussuosi vestiti, Bodini la spogliò.

Dicono che a vedere il quadro il marito Ignazio diede in escandescenze. Sua moglie non solo a spalle nude, ma con anche una spallina che le scendeva a metà del braccio ad evocare peccaminosi e lussuriosi atteggiamenti. Non che lui fosse un santo. La grande collezione di gioielli di Donna Franca nasceva dal fatto che ad ogni suo tradimento lui le regalava una spilla di smeraldi o una collana con 365 perle. Ma il vedere sua moglie nella sua solare, nobile e intensa sensualità sotto gli occhi di tutti lo aveva imbestialito. Pretese che il dipinto venisse modificato. Boldini, giocoforza, visto l’alto lignaggio dei committenti, modificò il quadro, cambiando alcune parti del vestito in modo da renderlo più moderno. Il quadro mostrato alla biennale di Venezia aumentò le ire di Ignazio: la spallina era ancora bassa e sua moglie sembrava quasi che stava per perdere il vestito. Alla fine il povero Boldini rivide una terza volta il quadro, rimuovendo i guanti scopri le braccia della nobildonna e rese ancor più moderno il vestito rendendola da dama del tardo 1800 a precorritrice della bella époque. Le spalline del vestito si alzarono a coprire le peccaminosamente spalle nude. Malgrado questo ritocco  nulla poteva nascondere la bellezza e l’eleganza di una donna che fu musa, esempio di eleganza e bellezza nonché il simbolo della “Palermo Felice” di inizio secolo.

Theaide-de-camp, a tall young Junker, blond with two mustaches perfectly aligned upwards and a scar on his left cheek that revealed him to belong to the Prussian military nobility, presented himself to the noblewoman saying that his imperial height was awaiting her at palace and sent him to take her with his representative car. The noblewoman observed it carelessly and said that she would be prepared and wait moving with sensual slowness. The adjutant, setting a distant point on the wall to avoid being attacked by the woman’s femininity, added that his imperial highness had sent her a car trumpet as a gift, one of those with a bellows at the base that once crushed was trumpet a nasal sound. The noblewoman raised an eyebrow upwards. His imperial highness the Kaiser Wilhelm. that  she called Willy, had a particular humor. The aide-de-camp, fixing the usual far point made it clear to her that with that trumpet they would arrive quickly from his imperial height: at his sound, whoever was on the road had to move sideways and let them pass. The noblewoman discovered that it was really so! As soon as a carriage or cart felt the trumpet, the coachman moved sideways, stopping. The crowded streets of chaotic Berlin, as they heard the sound of the trumpet, became silent and still. The carriages and the first cars waited on the side to be overcome, the bourgeois on the pavement stopped and raised their hat they bowed their heads, the salesgirls came out of the shops to see who was passing, the gendarmes on the road ran to the intersections to stop the traffic for let the imperial car pass and stiffen in perfect military salute. The noblewoman realized that her friend Willi’s gift was to have made her the most important woman in Berlin. She smiled amused, after all she was already the most important woman in Italy and certainly in Sicily, because she was Franca Jacona of the Motta dei Baroni of San Giuliano and then Donna Franca Florio, or, as the poet D'Annunzio had called her , she was “the Only One”! The Florio at that time were struggling to save their (too much) vast economic empire. However, they still had enormous prestige and the dream of making Palermo a city worthy of and comparable to the North European capitals. Donna Florio was the protagonist of this dream that her brother-in-law Vincenzo and her husband Ignazio Florio pursued. For this reason, respecting his role, like many other Italian and foreign noblewomen, Ignazio Florio decided that Donna Florio also had to be portrayed by the famous painter Boldini and had him leave Paris for Palermo. For this reason, Donna Franca presented herself in front of the famous painter with a dark, elegant dress that covered her up to her neck. Bodini observed it carefully, began to sketch a sketch and then began to paint. Now, a painter paints what he observes, a great painter paints what he sees, and Boldini was a great painter so, contrary to other noblewomen richly covered by luxurious clothes, Bodini undressed her. They say that to see the picture her husband Ignazio gave an outburst. His wife not only with bare shoulders, but also with a shoulder strap that came down in the middle of her arm to evoke sinful and lustful attitudes. Not that he was a saint. Donna Franca’s great jewelry collection was born from the fact that with every betrayal he  asked for forgiveness by giving themgave her an emerald brooch or a necklace with 365 pearls. But seeing his wife in his sunny, noble and intense sensuality before everyone’s eyes had infuriated him. He claimed that the painting was modified. Boldini, of course, given the high lineage of the patrons, modified the picture, changing some parts of the dress to make it more modern. The picture shown at the Venice Biennale increased Ignazio’s anger: the shoulder strap was still low and his wife looked as if he was about to lose his dress. In the end the poor Boldini saw the picture a third time, removing the gloves he covered the arms of the noblewoman and made the dress even more modern by making it the lady of the late 1800’s as a forerunner of the belle époque. The shoulder pads of the dress rose to cover the sinfully bare shoulders. Despite this retouching nothing could hide the beauty and elegance of a woman who was a muse, an example of elegance and beauty as well as the symbol of the “Happy Palermo” of the beginning of the century.

#Sicilia #Sicily #Palermo #Florio

[silverfall-patriarch]

A Father’s Bounty

Most people would assume a father to take umbrage with watching his daughter swept up in breathless affections with her fiancée’s.  I am expected to find something wrong with physical proof my daughter is loved well. They will assume I look away out of disgust or some prudish patriarchal view of the world, when in truth, I have no issues with the exuberant displays, as they speak to just how deeply Adilynia is in love with the men she intends to marry.

How could I find fault in this when I have prayed for her for so long? Is it not a father’s wish to see his children happy and loved for who they have grown up to be?  Am I not allowed to take pride in knowing my daughter has chosen good men that I feel secure in handing her care over to? She has and I do.

The invitation to dinner had not been expected, yet I can not help but feel it speaks to the caliber of character that the Marquis’ of Nishan possess.  I admit, I had my reservations when they first came to me in seeking to court my daughter, but my initial judgment proved to be too hasty. In my defense, it is a hard thing for a father to give the care and sheltering he has seen to for 153 years to another. However, at each and every turn, they have taken the greatest care with my Pixie and with kind gestures like this dinner, ensured that she and I do not grow apart.

I’m not the only one grateful for the chance to come to Nishan. Raelin’s had that goofy grin on his face now for near an hour, and even suffered through the tentacles without offending the whole room. Now, most might not see that as progress, but given my Captain is more akin to a Valhajar than Elf, if he’s not banging on tables and throwing ale mugs, we’ll call it a success where his manners are concerned. He’s on his best behavior for Pixie, for as much as he might like to turn her ears red, his good natured ribbing has only ever been used in the seamless bond they have. Addie is his last piece of Vynalia, and while he knows she isn’t her sister, he’s had as much a hand as I have in raising her up to stand on her own as a knight. He was just as proud as I was the day she won her first joust…and she just as trusting of him as the day she gave me a heart attack jumping from the roof of my forge.

To watch them now, squabbling like siblings and resorting to childish tongue sticking, fills my heart with more warmth than I have a right to feel for a man in mourning.  Would she not have wanted this though?  For me…us…to sit as a family and break bread over laughter and anecdotal offerings?  Would she look at me with those blue eyes of hers and tell me I’m doing right by her memory? Gods, I hope so…

“You’re going to want to see this” Thankfully, Lycan interrupts my downward spiral of self deprecation and guides me out to a small path as Raelin goes to work impressing the little ones with giggle inducing tales of Neris’s failed attempts at flying.

“And just what am I looki-“

The thought is left unfinished as the first inhale I take is laced with the smell of spices and vinegar that can only be one thing.

“KODO RIBS!” I knew it wouldn’t take long for Addie to sniff out her most favored meal, but I didn’t expect her to come barreling out of the house and burst into tears either.

“Pixie?”  It’s so out of character for her to be emotional, but I figure she’s gone through so many changes in the past year, at some point, her dam was going to break.

“T-h-hey made kodo ribs…” Some may have thought her antics a bit too dramatic for a meal, but most don’t get what they mean to her.  It isn’t just about the phenomenal taste with her, but that each bite reminds her of the days she used to go with Vinnie to track, hunt and field dress the beast. It was about the day of sitting by her side over roasting pits and diligently helping her turn the full size pieces when she feared the thought of being in a kitchen.  It’s why the blue ribbon for winning an eating contest is pinned to Vinnie’s sarcophagus under Light’s Hope.

“We sure did, Princess!” Lycan and Teren have been watching this play out with amused expressions, but only then does her brain catch up with the rest of her. She all but throws herself into their arms, half laughing, half crying… I’m not sure if Addie knows what to feel at this moment in time, but this just furthers proves the point that these are the right men for her. Even more so when their adoring smiles warm as she half dances and spins around the yard, only to break from that and return to kissing them both.  

I may not take issue with their overt affections, but a father certainly doesn’t need to bear witness to them either.

As I wander back inside, this warmth in my chest only grows and with it the self imposed guilt I’ve hidden well for months now. I didn’t have this feeling when I lost my wife; I mourned her for over a decade. Candaris died defending our city, and while her loss changed the course of my whole life, she died well and as she would have wanted to.

The same can not be said of my General. While I understand this was her sacrifice to make, and she did it on her terms…her death was not just or right. This world is darker for having lost her light, and it’s that knowledge with sees me more often than not, in my forge and lost to my own melancholy.  Now, I am haunted by her ghost in every rivet of Sanctuary City and break myself on my anvil in the hopes that I can complete the armor that will one day see her vindicated.  Even here, with the brother I sent my Pixie to protect as was her last wish; my heart still feels heavy and shattered every time I see their blue eyes.

“You need of the squeezings.”  Methuselah’s such a strange kid, but he’s got some of the most fantastic timing in the world. I don’t know if it’s some sort of weird magic or he’s just lucky; but whenever I descend down this shadows path of mourning, he pops up out of thin air and pulls me from my head.  I remember just how much he’s dealing with, and suddenly my own troubles don’t seem so consuming when I have to draw on my centuries as a father in helping him understand the tenuous relationship he has with his own.

Met’s got his arms around me before I can even figure out a reply, and I realize he looks happier than I’ve ever seen him.  “I’m going to take a guess that things are better with your Heart and Soul?”

He really doesn’t have to answer as the smile he gives me says it all. “It is so!”

“Well that’s an answered prayer.”  It occurs to me, as I’m ruffling his dark hair and returning the ‘squeezings’ that sometime in the very near future, technically, Met will be my grandson by marriage. That little thought alone is enough to combat the shadows that are threatening my good mood and soon enough I’m smiling just as wide as he is. “Go on, grab your Heart and Soul and we’ll find our place at the table…” My voices lowers to a conspiring tone, as if some great mischief and secret is about to be revealed, “…right near the water with no sand.”

The next two hours pass in a blur of endless laughter, Raelin and Addie sniping at one another, and delicious food that I admit to overindulging in.  There is no doubt in my mind that this was one of the best meals I’d ever had, but the personal additions to the food were delightful surprises. Not only had Lord Kiden seen to making Addie’s favorite dish, but the delicate blue desserts in the shape of a rose sets my heart at ease in knowing that, while she might be absent on this plane, my Vynalia is never far from the hearts and minds of those that loved her the most.

Long after the forks have stopped moving and we’ve settled into glasses of nightwine and cocoa, the stories flow like water between those that haven’t sought the blissful reprieve of sleep.  I watch as Addie dozes with her head on Teren’s knee and Lycan combing her dark hair behind her ears while sprawled in his husband’s lap.  There is a peace and harmony between them that I have not seen my daughter be a part of in over a decade and I am once again secure in knowing she is where she is supposed to be.  I can rest easy knowing that my Pixie is loved beyond measure and cherished as the gift she is…and that I have seen my General’s last request granted.

(( @marquis-teren-kiden @marquis-lycan-kiden @maluraunderchild @doyle-ubu @khan-of-the-ruruan @lily-resa @ironbound-praetorium @lochlyn-kiden for the mentions))

[thedepressedweasel]

Another Sonic Forces Shortfic

Meanwhile, the Resistance group were searching everywhere for Gadget and yet every attempt proved futile.

“Where’s Rookie?” Vector wondered out loud.

“Yeah, we’ve been looking everywhere for him!” Knuckles complained in agreement.

“I’m sure that Eggface must’ve taken him,” Sonic replied in a dejected tone.

Just then, a familiar masked jackal appeared before them, floating above them.

“If it isn’t this blue savior and his friends here,” Infinite sneered.

“Where’s Gadget?!” Sonic demanded.

“Yeah!” everyone else yelled in agreement.

“So you’ve been searching for that trembling child,” Infinite said, intrigued. “Don’t worry, I’ve kept him safe and I’m sure he might be glad to see you now.”

With that, he then signaled the familiar wolf to appear out of nowhere and approach our heroes. However, they all noticed something different about him and not in a good way; his once warm amber eyes were now cold, empty, lifeless, vacant and calculating and he was now wearing a skintight black jumpsuit with the red Eggman Empire insignia emblazoned on it. Oddly enough, he still had his Burst Wispon in hand.

“Rookie, what’s happened to you?” Knuckles whispered in horror.

Gadget then raised his Burst Wispon at our heroes while Infinite snickered.

“Buddy, it’s us!” Sonic shouted.

“What’s wrong, Rookie?” Vector questioned. “Don’t you recognize us anymore?”

“I’d hate to see Zelda now,” Shadow admitted in agreement.

“I’m his partner now,” Gadget replied coldly. “Nothing personal, but that’s business, right?”

With that, he ended up using his Burst Wispon to shoot fire beams at our heroes, who barely managed to dodge it on time.

“You masked clown!” Sonic roared. “What did you do to our friend?!”

“That’s a long story, my dear blue rat,” Infinite chuckled. “Dr. Eggman and I kidnapped him and brought him to the former’s lair, where I used my Phantom Ruby prototype that’s fused to my chest to twist his memories of you do-gooders; therefore, he’s under my control now.”

“This can’t be happening!” Silver gasped in horror.

“He’s been brainwashed!” Knuckles yelled in agreement.

“Faker, we need to fight back!” Shadow suggested.

However, Sonic couldn’t help but stare in horror at Gadget’s pupilless, vacant eyes.

“What’s the matter, blue rat?” Gadget taunted. “Can’t fight back?”

“Please, listen to me, buddy,” Sonic pleaded. “This isn’t you. I know you’re in there somewhere. We all do! You’re on the wrong side now and you need to fight it!”

“Sonic, be careful!” Tails cried out.

“Yeah, we almost lost you,” Amy shouted in agreement, “and we won’t lose you again!”

“Please fight it,” Sonic begged.

“You insolent fool,” Infinite sneered. “You can hear him all you want, but he can’t hear you.”

Gadget proceeded to fire some more flames at Sonic, who had to run around like crazy in order to avoid getting singed.

“Come on,” Gadget taunted yet again, “fight back!”

Just then, Sonic had an idea.

“Knuckles,” Sonic said, “maybe I’ll just knock him down, but you guys will have to try to hold him down as long as you can!”

“Sonic, are you crazy?!” Knuckles snapped in shock.

“Trust me,” Sonic said prior to turning to Gadget with a sad look on his face. “Sorry, buddy, but you leave us no choice.”

Sonic then proceeded to jump in the air prior to executing his Spin Dash; afterwards, he managed to hit Gadget, knocking him down instantly. Before Gadget could get up and attack him again, Knuckles, along with Vector, Amy, Shadow and Silver proceeded to hold him back.

“Let go of me, you filthy pieces of garbage!” Gadget snarled as he struggled to break free from their grasps.

Meanwhile, Zelda woke up and looked around, prior to realizing that she was in the Luminous Forest. Just then, the familiar trio of jackals approached her menacingly.

“Okay, who are you people?” Zelda demanded. “And why did you bring me here?”

“Sorry, lady,” Buck replied, “but we brought you here because we’ve been looking for Zero for quite some time, since he sold us out after he got that Phantom Ruby!”

“Yeah,” Resa agreed, “and look where that got us!”

“Shadow killed my wife!” Stone roared in agreement.

“Yeah, and the rest of our squad except the three of us!” Buck agreed as well.

“If not for that fat guy,” Resa hissed, “none of that would’ve happened!”

As the jackals continued to rant about their predicaments, all Zelda could do was sigh in sadness.

“So we need your help,” Buck explained. “Why don’t you help us?”

“Actually, before I answer you, please let me explain,” Zelda said. “I’ve known Shadow for some time and he revealed to me that Zero was, in fact, Infinite now.”

This only caused the jackals to gasp in horror.

“I know this sounds terrible,” Zelda continued, “and even know my family sucked, there was only one member of my family whom I loved and truly cared about. That was my little brother and his name was Oliver. Yes, he was all I had and yet Infinite had to come and kill him as well as the rest of my family! Afterwards, Gadget was the one who helped me give my baby brother a proper burial later that night.”

As Zelda continued her story, the jackals could just look on with sympathetic looks on their faces and tears in their eyes.

“We’re sorry about what happened to you,” Buck said as he proceeded to stroke her hair. Just then, a beeping noise came from her transmitter before a familiar feminine voice was heard.

“Zelda, can you hear me?” Rouge called.

“What’s going on, Rouge?” Zelda asked.

“You’re not going to like this,” Rouge said grimly. “Infinite brainwashed Gadget and forced him to attack us! We’re trying to help him remember the good times that we all had together. We need you here!”

Zelda gasped in horror. She didn’t expect her beloved Gadget to fall victim to Infinite’s mind control.

“Is...that...true?!” Zelda stammered afterwards.

“I’m afraid so,” Rouge admitted.

“Where are you guys?” Zelda squeaked in horror.

“We’re in Sunset Heights,” Rouge replied.

“Okay, I’m on my way!” Zelda said in determination.

After the intercom was finished, Zelda decided that she wasn’t going to let anything bad happen to Gadget. She was ready to rescue him.

“Infinite...brainwashed...your...boyfriend?!” Resa gasped in shock.

“How can we get to Sunset Heights from here!” Stone interjected.

“Don’t worry,” Zelda assured them, “I know how to get there from here. Follow me.”

Meanwhile, most of our heroes were still holding Gadget back. He tried to break free, but luckily, Vector was very strong and so was Knuckles and Shadow combined.

“Now what?” Silver asked.

“All we have to do is make him remember,” Sonic said prior to turning to Gadget, yet again. “Buddy, we know you’re in there somewhere, so we’ll have to jog your memories. Do you remember when I was in my prison cell in the Death Egg and you were out to save me. I broke free myself and that was when we met and ended up saving each other!”

Upon hearing this, Gadget felt a ping inside his head and gritted his teeth in agony.

“Rookie, I know we’ve been so hard on you,” Knuckles admitted. “But we had to be hard on you most of the time! You may not like it, but that’s because...we care about you! We just wanted to make you stronger! We just wanted you to be brave enough to help us save the world!”

“Yeah,” Vector agreed, “and if we didn’t care about you, we wouldn’t have recruited you! We wouldn’t have trained you! And we wouldn’t have sent you to the Death Egg to save Sonic!”

Gadget then groaned as he felt another ping in his head.

“Wha-what’s happening to me?” Gadget hissed in agony.

“I think it’s working,” Tails said.

“Keep going!” Charmy chirped in agreement.

“No! They’re lying!” Infinite shouted in disbelief.

“Don’t listen to him, partner!” Sonic said. “Keep remembering!”

Just then, a familiar female wolf appeared with the three jackals in tow and suddenly gawked at Gadget in horror.

“We’ll hold Infinite off for a long as we can,” Buck said.

“Yeah,” Stone agreed, “you help these do-gooders over there!”

Then as the jackals then proceeded to distract Infinite, Zelda rushed over to the Resistance group, willing to help them restore Gadget’s real memories one and for all. Resa was wielding her sais while Stone was using his tomahawk; Buck, on the other hand, was using his bow and arrows to help fight Infinite.

“Remember when we would prank you with my airhorn in the morning sometimes?” Charmy shouted.

“Yeah, and remember when we saw you and Zelda kissing each other,” Vector asked in agreement, “and we decided to tease you guys for it? It was all in good fun!”

“And remember when you received that box of chocolates,” Silver asked as well, “and I caught you eating the entire box?”

“Yeah, and I had to cancel your mission, let Sonic take over and send you to bed?” Knuckles added.

Gadget continued to groan.

“Gadget,” Zelda said softly. “Please remember that when Infinite killed my brother, you helped me give him a proper burial and supported me afterwards. “Do you also remember when you got caught eating the whole box of chocolates and we had to help you eat a light meal? And then I decided to rub your belly and then we cuddled together and even kissed until we fell asleep together?”

With that, she walked over to Gadget prior to gently pulling his face close to hers and kissed him passionately on the lips. After spending ten seconds struggling to break free, Gadget suddenly gave in and kissed her back, for he couldn’t help but do so. After they eventually broke the kiss, Gadget then collapsed on the ground and writhed in agony, feeling his real memories flood him.

“No! This cannot be!” Infinite roared prior to to getting kicked in the stomach by Resa.

After a few minutes of writhing in agony, Gadget then started to calm down.

“Buddy, are you okay?” Sonic asked as he walked over to Gadget prior to gently stroking his head fur.

“How do you feel?” Zelda asked softly.

“I...feel...calm,” Gadget replied softly. Just then, his amber eyes suddenly regained their pupils and that just happened. He was officially freed from Infinite’s mind control. Then he looked around and then down prior to realizing what he was wearing.

“What am I wearing?” Gadget asked in horror.

“Don’t worry about it,” Sonic reassured. “That masked clown brainwashed you and Dr. Egghead made you wear this.”

“Anyway, we’re glad that you’re back,” Amy said.

With that, Gadget smiled and proceeded to group-hug our heroes. Just then, Shadow broke the hug and noticed the jackals prior to unleashing his Chaos Spear on them, knocking them all down.

“Ugh, that hurts!” Resa cried out.

“What was that for?” Buck yelled.

“Yeah!” Stone shouted in agreement prior to glaring at Shadow. “You monster! Why did you kill my wife?!”

“What is the meaning of this?” Infinite demanded.

Just then, Shadow walked up to them menacingly, knowing what he would do next.

“Well, well, well,” Shadow said menacingly, “looks like we’ll have a lot of explaining to do now.”

#sonic forces #sonic forces au #infinite the jackal #gadget the wolf #mind control #zelda the wolf #oc #shortfic #fanfic

[writeforsoreeyes]

transreading - The Other Me

[image description: cover of The Other Me by Suzanne “Xan” van Rooyen. Two teenagers are shown facing forward, only half of each displayed. One has long, curly red hair and looks straight-forward, clear-eyed. The other has an asymmetrical fringe and a brooding gaze.]

An important note before I begin: the transgender POV character realizes they are trans over the course of the narrative. Since the character’s chosen name is a bit of a spoiler and only appears on the final page, I will use their previous name “Treasa” here. However, I will be using he/him pronouns for Treasa in my review.

Treasa feels like an alien at his all-girl Catholic school in South Africa. He doesn’t understand the girls there and even feels different from his female best friend. He’s obsessed with Resa, the alien male lead of a sci-fi show he follows, but does Treasa want to be with Resa or be him?

His confused feelings come to a head when Gabriel (who bears a striking resemblance to Resa’s actor) starts playing piano accompaniment at Treasa’s choir practices. Gabriel, meanwhile, is dealing with his own trauma and feels uncomfortable being held up as Treasa’s ideal.

I related a lot to Treasa’s connection with a fictional character and the way he explored his own identity via writing fanficton. Throughout The Other Me, Treasa is working on a fic in which Resa is romantically involved with Tristan, Treasa’s original character. Treasa projects a lot of himself and his developing relationship with Gabriel onto Tristan and Resa respectively. As someone who also first explored my gender through writing slash fic, I thought this was a really great characterization that’s not often seen, but a fairly common experience.

The writing in The Other Me is clean and the story is easy to follow. Treasa and Gabriel’s storylines are given equal weight (though I’ve focused a lot more on Treasa here) and their perspectives are distinguishable from the other. The pacing is good for the most part, though I thought the ending felt a little rushed.

If you like reading messy relationships and high school drama, this might be right up your alley. However, readers should expect the same kind of slut shaming and misogyny that they might also hear in the halls of a high school. Unfortunately, it’s not often challenged.

The story suffers from a “I’m not like the other girls” vibe. While such a feeling is a common experience among many AFAB trans and nonbinary people, it’s somewhat problematic here because the “other girls” in the book are a bit of a monolith. Thus, the concept of womanhood in the book is very narrow.

By and large, the female characters are feminine, straight, and at least a little catty-- the epitome of stereotypical teen girly girl. The book doesn’t really explore the many different ways there are to be a woman; Treasa just rejects the singular way presented. The only times that other types of womanhood are discussed are in passing and usually in the context of “why can’t you be like that instead of trans?” This likely echoes the experience of many AFAB trans and nonbinary people, but to me the narrative would’ve been stronger if Treasa were more aware of the options available for women and still stood fast in his identity.

One element that I thought was particularly well done was Treasa’s relationship with his mother. She is protective and reluctant to recognize that Treasa is an independent-minded teenager, not a small child. Their dynamic felt authentic, with a lot of raw emotion. The power struggle between them over Treasa’s bodily autonomy is likely to resonate with a lot of trans readers.

Something that people may struggle with is Gabriel’s father. It’d be generous to say that Gabriel and his father have been fighting since Gabriel’s mother’s death. It might be more accurate to say that his father is outright abusive. However, the story humanizes the father by revealing The Reason for his behavior. Despite this, I think most readers would still find his father’s actions unforgivable.

Gabriel doesn’t exactly forgive his father either. While it seems he may like to reconcile with his father eventually, his feelings on the matter are understandably complicated. I could relate to this storyline and the broken parent-child relationship felt realistic to me, but other readers may be put off by any attempt to explain or excuse abuse.

A final note: I feel wholly unqualified to comment extensively on the racial dynamics of a country that is not my own. That said, this book struck me as very white for a story set in South Africa, which is around 80% Black. Not to say there are no Black characters at all-- there’s a few minor characters, to my best knowledge-- and not to say that there aren’t plenty of books by white Americans guilty of the same issue. It’s just something that stood out to me, (along with the rather jarring line “I make like a Kenyan and sprint out”).

With all this in mind, if you are looking for a gay trans man coming out narrative and you are prepared to read through some challenging content, I think The Other Me is worth your time. Right now, it’s even available for free on Kindle Unlimited.

#the other me #suzanne van rooyen #trans books #transgender books #transreading

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DUDE HARRY POTTER AND INKHEART CROSSOVER

capricorn is literally voldemort i just wanna say that straight off the bat. well technialy if we’re going by how they serve the plot + timing + comparison to the other villains he actually becomes quirrell who is the villain of the initial arc and equally as spooky, and also a figurehead for the series’ later main villain (with an association with death) i.e. the adderhead but i digress.this isn’t going to be a Crossover™ crossover but if it was then meggie would be harry and holy i want that fic. (meggie would lives in the attic of her caring but distant aunt elinor’s house after the mysterious disappearance of her mother, and later, her father? p l e a s e)anyway while we’re talking about meggie, she’s a gryffindor. i know what you’re already saying, “but @IIQ!! she’s CLEARLY a ravenc–” shut the fuck up this girl is a gryffindor from her blonde little head to her little wiggly toes. in book ONE she a) hears her father has been kidnapped and immediately attempts to run off and save him with the help of a mysterious stranger who promises her aid, without hesitation, b) actually runs off to save him with the help of twomysterious strangers who promise her aid, c) stands defiant and unbending in the face of terrifying and horrifying people, odds, and actions, and d) actually saves the day at the end, and only didn’t finish the job because she couldn’t kill someone. despite her book-loving ways she shows no particular perchant for knowledge or intellectual interest. literary pursuits do not a ravenclaw make. anyway meggie is a gryffindor, and also the perfect age for admission into hogwarts. i’m not saying this story should have already been written but maybe i am.mo? is a hufflepuff. i will not be providing evidence for this because he just is, i said so.anyway my point is: wizard!mo who completely withdrew from the wizarding world after the death (?) of his wife (a non-witch), raising his young daughter in the muggle world. a young meggie suddenly having inexplicable magic heritage being revealed to her at the age of 11/12, and getting sent to hogwarts shortly thereafter. (this supports my living-with-aunt-elinor au concept since she’s from resa’s side of the family (non-magic) aka she didn’t know the magical world existed and can’t/doesn’t prepare meggie for the reality of world they live in, especially when meggie is forced into it.)dustfinger is a slytherin but NOT for the reasons you’re thinking. it’s tempting to claim slytherin bc of ambition since he has one (1) goal he’s determined for, buuuuuuut that’s a temporary phase of his life and honestly who WOULDN’T be doing anything in their power to get back home if suddenly uprooted into a far, far away land? rather, look at the other traits of slytherins: ambitious, shrewd, cunning, achievement-oriented, traditional, and with a strong sense of self-preservation. who’s that sound like? (he’s definitely not a gryffindor, lmfao, and he’s not really either hufflepuff or ravenclaw. slytherin! farid is either a gryffindor or a hufflepuff, i think. a gryffinpuff.

i was going somewhere with this but i don’t remember anymore so here’s my lineup:

gryffindor: basta, black prince, brianna

ravenclaw: fenoglio, darius, barn owl

slytherin: elinor, capricorn, adderhead

hufflepuff: violante, roxane, mortola

thank you for coming to my ted talk i don’t even like harry potter but i want this au.

#ask #au

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Was encouraged by @lillotte17 Decided to use Resa for this. I just realised I have literally no pictures of her which is super weird knowing how often I sketch her. BODY Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Toned thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Toned arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Small waist. Average waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Narrow shoulders. Broad shoulders. Average shoulders. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight. HEIGHT Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm.171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m. SKIN Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Moles. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scars. Birthmarks. EYES Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Violet. Pink. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.  HAIR Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Afro. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Past hip-length. Buzzcut. Bald. Weave. Hair extensions. Jaw length. Mohawk. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Faux locks. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Ash Blonde. Blonde. Ombre.  Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Dyed. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows. TATTOOS / PIERCINGS Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. One tattoo. Face tattoo. Hand tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercings. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing (s). Lip piercing(s). Top of the ear. Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretched out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings. COSMETICS Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Nude lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears war paint from time to time. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Rarely wears make-up. Never wears make up. SCENT Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturiser.Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Fur. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain. CLOTHES

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/Form-fitting dress. Cardigans. Tunic. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Leather jacket. Thrift.  Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sundress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Waistcoat. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers/Boxer-Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt.  Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes.Glitter. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace.Leather. Velvet. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Light colors. White. Black. Dark colours. Fur/Fauxfur. Revealing clothing. Heavy armor. Medium armor. Light Armor. SHOES Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots.Combat boots. Calf-high boots. Knee-high.Platforms. Stripper heels. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes

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Translation into Italian after the presentation in English

Work proposed by the artist Artale for participation in the presentation in images of Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy (for the 700th anniversary of the death of the Supreme Poet), concerns the subject of Pia de 'Tolomei. “Oh, when you have returned to the world and rested from the long way ", followed the third spirit to the second, “Remember me, who am the Pia; Siena made me, undone Maremma: salted the one who 'nnanellata first arranging me with his gem ". (Divine Comedy, Purgatory. V, 130-136) “Come on, when you have returned to Earth and rested for the long journey”, a third spirit continued after the second, “remember me, I am the Pia, I was born in Siena and I was killed in Maremma; the one who, after asking me to marry, gave me the wedding ring well knows this. " Canto V Purgatorio. Leap 2, negligent, violent deaths. The setting is that of the antipurgatory island. Pia's story is essential and elliptical. Pia raises her feeble voice to ask Dante to be remembered with a prayer that can shorten the time of atonement, only after she has rested from her long journey. Pia's tenderness is fixed in her memory with her maternal concern, and with the education and respect with which she turns to Dante. She feels sincere awareness of guilt but also a deep sense of gratitude for a free forgiveness, fruit of divine goodness. She is in the anti-purgatory because before dying she repents of her sins, poor! She who is killed repents of futile sins when compared to the sin of those who snatched her from her life. Choice of subject The artist Artale chooses this woman made immortal by the Supreme Poet, as she is considered current because she is a female figure victim of a femicide. Then as today some men through violence destroy, violate and try to cancel the feminine essence. Pia de 'Tolomei belonged to the noble family of Siena. She married Nello di Inghiramo dei Pannocchieschi who held the position of mayor of Volterra and Lucca towards the end of 1200. Pia died either killed by her husband or made to kill on his behalf. She was thrown from the balcony of her home, because in those days there was no divorce, and her husband who wanted to rebuild a life with her lover decided to eliminate her accusing her of adultery. Dante Alighieri was deeply touched by this story. Sensitive and attentive, he was able to grasp the injustice of the innocent victim; thanks to her sensitivity, today more than ever the figure of Pia de 'Tolomei encloses ancient time in a sort of limbo from which even today the woman is an unaware victim of circumstances. The past centuries were not enough, there is almost rooted in some men this destructive and malignant sense that must destroy the woman: mother, lover, daughter, niece, cousin, girlfriend. Today's chronicles are overflowing with chilling stories of women killed by miserable men and unable to manage healthy relationships with them. Throughout the Divine Comedy, only Pia de 'Tolomei represents the sweetness, feminine sensitivity and tenderness of a woman who, even if trampled on, possesses that resilience of the soul that will make her immortal in just 6 poignant verses (vv. 130-136). Like her none. Description of the work Pia de 'Tolomei is represented in the center of the work, when she introduces herself to Dante Alighieri. She is dressed in a dress of her time, as a noblewoman. Her hand is clearly visible in showing the gem of the one who '' ringed '' it, married and killed it. Her face is serene, she possesses the features of those women who, after so much horror, no longer even carry anger or resentment. Her scene is softened by a slight haze that reveals her, where some flowers drop in front of her petals, almost as if to pay homage to her arrival. In addition to representing, the artist wants the observer to remember these immortal verses so that he can reflect deeply on the concept of femicide that Dante was able to masterfully grasp and express. An explicit reference to the city of Florence is represented by the lily-shaped pendant, which decorates the neckline and expresses a clear reminder of the artist's love for the land of Tuscany and the Supreme Poet. WORK: 100x100 cm, technique: acrylic, surface: cotton canvas, style: figurative, year: 2021, (March 23). P.S. : dutiful and heartfelt public thanks to the historian and art critic Giorgio Gregorio Grasso and to the Contemporary Art Foundation

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Opera proposta dall’artista Artale per la partecipazione della presentazione in immagini della Divina Commedia di Dante Alighieri (per i 700 anni dalla morte del Sommo Poeta), riguarda il soggetto di Pia de’ Tolomei. 

“Deh, quando tu sarai tornato al mondo

e riposato de la lunga via”,

seguitò ‘l terzo spirito al secondo,

“ricorditi di me, che son la Pia;

Siena mi fé, disfecemi Maremma:

salsi colui che ‘nnanellata pria

disposando m’avea con la sua gemma”.

(Divina Commedia, Purgatorio. V, 130-136)

“Orsù, quando sarai tornato sulla Terra e avrai riposato per il lungo cammino”, proseguì un terzo spirito dopo il secondo, “ricordati di me, che sono la Pia, nacqui a Siena e fui uccisa in Maremma; lo sa bene colui che, dopo avermi chiesto in sposa, mi aveva dato l’anello nuziale”.

Canto V Purgatorio. Balzo 2, negligenti, morti di morte violenta. L’ambientazione è quella dell’isola dell’antipurgatorio. Il racconto di Pia si presenta essenziale ed ellittico. Pia leva la sua voce flebile per chiedere a Dante di essere ricordata con una preghiera che possa abbreviare il tempo dell’espiazione, soltanto dopo che si sarà riposato dal suo lungo viaggio. La tenerezza di Pia si fissa nella memoria con la sua materna sollecitudine, e per l’educazione ed il rispetto con cui si rivolge a Dante. Ella, avverte sincera consapevolezza della colpa ma anche un profondo senso di riconoscenza per un perdono gratuito frutto della bontà divina. Ella si trova nell’antipurgatorio perchè prima di morire si pente dei suoi peccati, povera! Lei che viene uccisa si pente di peccati futili se confrontati al peccato di chi l’ha strappata alla vita.

Scelta del soggetto

L’ artista Artale, sceglie questa donna resa immortale dal Sommo Poeta, in quanto viene considerata come attuale perché è una figura femminile vittima di un femminicidio. Allora come oggi taluni uomini attraverso la violenza distruggono, violano e cercano di annullare l’essenza femminile.

Pia de’ Tolomei apparteneva alla nobile famiglia di Siena. Andata in sposa a Nello di Inghiramo dei Pannocchieschi che ricoprì la carica di podestà di Volterra e di Lucca verso la fine del 1200.

Pia morì uccisa dal marito o fatta uccidere per conto di costui. Venne gettata dal balcone della sua abitazione, perché a quei tempi non esisteva il divorzio, ed il marito che voleva rifarsi una vita con l’ amante decise di eliminarla accusandola di adulterio.

Dante Alighieri venne toccato profondamente da questa storia . Sensibile e attento seppe cogliere l’ingiustizia della vittima incolpevole; grazie alla sua sensibilità, oggi più che mai la figura di Pia de’ Tolomei racchiude il tempo antico in una sorta di limbo da cui ancora oggi la donna è vittima inconsapevole delle circostanze. Non sono bastati i secoli trascorsi, vi è quasi radicato in certi uomini questo senso distruttivo e maligno che deve distruggere la donna: madre, amante, figlia, nipote, cugina, fidanzata. Le cronache di oggi sono stracolme di storie agghiaccianti di donne uccise da uomini miserabili e incapaci di gestire delle relazioni sane con esse. In tutta la Divina Commedia, soltanto Pia de’ Tolomei rappresenta la dolcezza, la sensibilità femminile e la tenerezza di donna che se pur calpestata possiede quella resilienza dell’ anima che saprà renderla immortale in soli 6 struggenti versi ( vv. 130-136). Come lei nessuna.

Descrizione dell’ opera

Pia de’ Tolomei viene rappresentata al centro dell’opera , nel momento in cui si presenta a Dante Alighieri. Ella è vestita con un abito del suo tempo, da nobildonna. La sua  mano è bene in vista nel mostrar la gemma di colui che la ‘’inanellò’’, sposò e uccise. Il suo volto è sereno ,lei possiede i tratti di quelle donne che dopo tanto orrore, non portano nemmeno più né rabbia né rancore.

La scena  è  resa tenue da una lieve foschia che la svela, dove alcuni fiori lasciano cadere al suo cospetto dei petali, quasi come a volerle rendere omaggio al suo arrivo. L’artista oltre che rappresentare, desidera che l’osservatore rammenti questi versi immortali affinchè si rifletta profondamente sul concetto di femminicidio che Dante aveva saputo cogliere ed esprimere magistralmente. Esplicito richiamo alla città di  Firenze è rappresentato dal  pendente a forma di giglio, che decora la scollatura ed esprime un chiaro richiamo dell’ amore per l'artista nei confronti della terra di Toscana e del Sommo Poeta.

OPERA: 100x100 cm, tecnica: acrilico, superficie: tela di cotone, stile: figurativo, anno: 2021, (23 marzo).

P.S. : doverosi e sentiti ringraziamenti pubblici allo storico e critico d'arte  Giorgio Gregorio Grasso ed alla Fondazione Arte Contemporanea.

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Finally putting a face to a name, or the cover reveal for Gate of Air by Resa Nelson

@ResaNelson gets a gorgeous cover for her new book! Check it out:

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#cover reveal #dragon gods #gate of air #resa nelson

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Also im very excited because im gg to a concert today 🤣

#resa.personal #resa face reveal #felt cute might delete later