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gyubby99 · 2 years

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@disneyanddisneyships I MADE A TPOIF AU. It's "What if tpoif was a disney movie where they all randomly sing to express their feelings"

Anyways this took place after the pirate adventure and canon alistar (😒😒) has to be mentioned here constantly.

(Fanon alistar was always better anyways)

Also Ella's confusion and rage was so fun to write I love her sm she didn't deserve those betrayals

Not proofread and prolly not all that good bc idk I've never done a tpoif fanfic before because Idk if that ever happened in canon (THAT'S WHY IT'S A FANFIC, JULIA. JELSA NEVER MADE BABIES IN CANON YET YOU STILL WRITE IT)

Anyways enough with the rant, on with the fic

The adventure was fun, but it was also rather exhausting.

After everything that went down these past few days, with how Ella had been the one who knew about the treasure, the blade of immortal fire, though not knowing what it was at first. Meeting another friend along the way. How in just a day, the facade of her mother's brother had been prevailed, and Ella never had the time to process his betrayal.

Lastly, Alistar.

The former ex bestfriend. The one who caused damage to her kingdom, the first one to make the very first scar on her. The scar that even time could heal, the pain it couldn't take away.

The star that went away before she found her sun.

She thought about it a lot. Even more than what Caspian had done.

She knew. She always knew.

She knew about how his parents were, espevially to him. Both could not marry for love, and had grown to hate love, which they thought was weakness. To them, hatred and jealousy was far stronger. And with that, they took the capability to love, away from their son and tore it all apart.

She remembered looking in his eyes, and seeing regret.

But she just couldn't. She was angry, sad, confused, but still she grieved for him with what little time she had now.

She couldn't. All those lives, all those people, her people would have died sacrificing their life for the greater good and their beloved kingdom for nothing if she'd just handed out forgiveness like it was for free.

And Elias, the man she swore she'd love til' the end of time. Her Elias.

She still hadn't forgotten that day. It had been three years. Three. Years.. since the day she watched him die in front of her. The day she felt his heart slowly stopping, and hers shattering in the same pace. They had only barely knew each other, yet both of them knew they would sacrifice their lives for each other.

She was angry. She was furious.

All her insecurities, her fears, Alistar knew. But then he turned his back and reopened her scars, the scars he vowed to never do. Still he did.

She just couldn't forgive him. She doesn't even know if she wants to.

Standing on his grave, the one she made just for him, she took a sharp breath. Her eyes closed. She was trying to fight the lump forming in her throat.

But she knew deep down inside, there's a part of her that still wants her bestfriend back.

But maybe not here. Maybe in another reality, she could. But not here.

We gather here, we line up weeping in a sunlit room

And if I'm on fire you'll be made of ashes too..

"We were never friends, you fat ugly pig!"

His voice rang inside her head, and her anger, sadness, and grief all took over. She couldn't comprehend why out of all people, he chose her to take his anger out on. The thought added another crack in her heart.

Even on my worst day, did I deserve babe,

All the hell you gave me?

'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you

Til' my dying day..

She couldn't bare to stare at the shape of his name carved on anymore. As she looked away, the morning breeze in the air embraced her. She felt.. warm.

'Alistar'

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

And you're the hero flying around saving face

And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed

Look at how my tears ricochet..

Ella ran. Not even bothering to take another glance at the stone that held her friend underneath.

Friend.

Was he still hers?

We gather stones never knowing what they'll mean

Some to throw, some to make a diamond ring

You know I didn't want to have to haunt you

But what a ghostly scene

You wear the same jewels that I gave you

As you bury me..

Ella's eyes laid on her kingdom, her sunkissed hair being swayed by the wind. Sometimes she wondered if lives wouldn't have to be taken if she hadn't helped her kidnappers try to rob her father, if she hadn't ran away from her marriage. If Loreley and Alruna never needed any money to even try to rob the king.

But then, she wouldn't have a family. Her friends, her family, make her whole.

Funny how people she barely knew had been the ones she could trust more than the one who knew her more than he knew himself.

She was greatful, but she just couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if she just went home with Alistar.

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

'Cause when I'd fight, you used to tell me I was brave

And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed

Look at how my tears ricochet..

But then she realized, that he had already been ruined even before she refused him.

It wasn't her best decision to refuse his hand in marriage, but she knew she had to do it. She didn't want to know him anymore. Not after that night. She wasn't going to act like it's all good simply because he was hurt. He let all his damage damage her. And she knew she couldn't fix him. She would have helped him make it better, but she could never heal him.

She wasn't going to put all her pain aside and focus on his, no. She was hurt. He hurt her.

Still, She could keep a lot of people in her heart, but no one can ever occupy the space Alistar left, that she knew.

And it hurt her even more.

And I can go anywhere I want

Anywhere I want, just not home

And you can aim for my heart, go for blood

But you would still miss me in your bones

And I still talk you you

When I'm screaming at the sky

And when you can't sleep at night

You hear my stolen lullabies..

Her breathing quickened, her heartbeat pounded, beating loudly in her chest.

She couldn't heal him, but she wished he let her help him. She wished she was able to.

'Dove..'

She couldn't shake her thoughts away from him.

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

And so the battleships will sink beneath the waves

It was quite funny, how two hearts broke, when the other tried to break the other.

You had to kill me but it killed you just the same

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed

You turned into your worst fears

And you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain

Crossing out the good years

And you're cursing my name, wishing I stayed

Look at how my tears ricochet..

Love was almost all he had, yet he shattered it.

"Hurt people, hurt people."

She wished she knew that sooner.

But now, some things can't be undone. Things can't be unsaid. He knew what he did, what it did to her, and he did it.

And it hurt him in the end.

She took a deep breath, her voice shaking as she sang..

Look at all of my tears

Turning into your tears...

#the prophecy of immortal fire #like an on and off situation #her brain says 'he hurt you!' and her heart says 'He was my bestfriend!' which leads to this fic #it was both her brain and her heart contradicting each other 😃#and causes her confusion #she can't forgive him but she can't NOT miss him #she needs fanon alistar :(#Spotify

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JAB, Jelsa Art Bienal 2019

“JAB is the Jelsa Art Bienal from the Croatian island Hvar. This Biennial is a culmination of ongoing international residencies program, mixed with the invitations and open calls to international art community. It combines contemporary, experimental, participatory art works, based on artist reflection about territory and specific socio-cultural local themes from the region of Jelsa.

The program is made of a pre-set show circuit, site-specific performances and installations in a parallel events map that show the region and acts with the tourism board in the scope of sustainable tourism and practices envisioned for Hvar Island. Being based on artist residences work, JAB will be extended overseas, by international cooperation’s with residence programs, artists and other cities.”[i]

Jelsa, Hvar

“The island of Hvar is the queen of the Croatian Dalmatian islands. It has been famous since the antique because of its important strategic and nautical position, the rich of the various historical periods, the culture and natural monuments and the literature.

The town Jelsa is located in the middle of the island of Hvar and is mild, clean and open hearted to the guests and travelers.

The start of tourism on the island goes back deep into the past, to ancient times and the Middle Age. There are finds of the villae rusticate, throughout the field of Hvar, and also economic buildings and summer cottages. Many adventurers, ethnologists and archaeologists visited the island and researched the herbs, minerals and the antique monuments in the Middle Age.

The organized tourism began with the founding of the Hygiene club Hvar under the leadership of the bishop Jurje Dubokovic. The hotel Jardan is the oldest hotel in Jelsa and it was opened in 1911.

A strong development of tourism and the construction of hotels, pensions, apartments, restaurants, bars, discotheques and other tourist objects happened when the tourism became the most important economic branch on the island around 1970.

The cultural and historical treasury of Jelsa and the island of Hvar consists of numerous monuments situated in: churches, parks, caves in the field, on squares etc.

Discover Jelsa and the island Hvar as a sunny garden surrounded by clear sea and covered by a crystal blue sky!” [ii]

The project

This project; MOST SHOULD BE ALL. Svi veliki projekti filloni me një prototip, non importa se è qui أو هناك. began with the invitation by Marija Kamber, one of the artists and organizers of this Biennial, asking me if I was interested in doing something for/with this particular event/island. She took advantage of the fact that I will be in Zagreb this summer, doing an artist residency on the Pop-up gallery Garage KAMBA, owned and co-headed by herself, to make me this invitation. The proposition was, as I like, non-official, giving me time and space to think about it.

My research started in google maps, giving me a brief eye bird idea from this specific place, this specific island, this specific country and this specific sea. The fact that the place that will host this event is detached from the continent was what triggered me the most. My idea is to connect both places.

The project aims to construct a bridge/pier from the city of Drvenik, in the southern Croatian coast, to the Hvar nearest tip, the city of Sućuraj. The gap has approximately five kilometers wide and these cities are separated by a small, calm and warm length of the Adriatic Sea. (fig.1)

Bridge

A bridge, (Most, in croatian) – as a human made/appropriated object that creates the proper circumstances to move from one place to another, without facing the restrictions of the territory – remains as one the key factors for transitory progression. Without breaking the flux of the roads path, this structure presents itself as a democratic foundation for all. Paths create the possibility of movement. It is by creating the possibility of movement that we aim for distance, and it is by creating distance that we have the possibility to have an overall and conscience sense of the background. This connection will act as a tie from one separated road to another.

Let’s tie all the roads in the world.

The proposition

This project is an open proposition for the Jelsa Art Biennial, to the Island, to Croatia, to Europe, to Africa and to all humanity has a community.

After months of research and studying cases that I could use for this particular project, I came across with the work made by the American Bulgarian born artist Christo Vladimirof Javacheff titled The Floating Piers. A work made in the Italian lake Iseo that consisted in connecting Peschiera Maraglio to San Paolo Island and San Paolo Island to Sensole on Monte Isola by a floating pier.

”This connection is made by100,000 square meters of yellow fabric, carried by a modular floating dock system of 220,000 high-density polyethylene cubes, undulated with the movement of the waves as The Floating Piers rose just above the surface of the water” [iii].

By studying this particular project and examining is potential in theAdriatic Sea, the only reliableoption was to contact Christo and his team and invite them toreproduce The Floating Piers toconnect Hvar to the rest of the continent. This is the letter that I wrote to the artist and his team:

Dear Christo and team,I start this email by thanking you, your beloved wife and all your team for all the inspiring work developed so far. It’s his open character without any kind of restrictions that delivers to the overall public the possibility to truly experience it that fascinates me the most.

I came by this mean to ask you for some help. Even knowing –explicit in your website – that you don’t accept any kind of proposition for new works, it’s important for me to emphasize the humanitarian benefit that this project can have with your help. This is not just about the construction of a work of art, but the realization of a structurethat will connect humanity to itself.

This particular project that I’m presenting, sumps up – in the first instance – in connecting the southern coastal town from Croatia called Dvrenik, to the eastern city of Sućuraj situated in Hvar Island. The connection of both cities comes from the necessity to unify the European continent to the Jelsa Biennial that develops itself once in each two years in the center north of this island. This city can be visited by plane or boat and presents itself as one of the elected destinies in this region. This connection – the bridge/pier – will give the possibility to all the community of this continent to be part of this event without needing any kind of financial conditions. This path will be a prototype for further ones.

The idea is that this bridge/pier – seizing the experience by you and your team gained in the The Floating Piers project – will be the beginning of a bigger one, with approximately 1500 km long, that will connect the south of Europe to the north of Africa. The construction of this pier will ease all the already existing flux between both of those continents that exist for centuries, and it will make this journey open to anyone willing to do it. By doing so, this pier will unify those two continents and its inhabitants.

This idea may look absurd or impossible, but no other team than yours to prove the contrary. All your experience is crucial to the concretization of this project.

Looking with regard, love and consideration for an answer from you. Kevin Claro, May 2019

From Drvenick to Tripoli

The goal of the bigger project is to connect the city of Drvenik in Croatia to Tripoli in Libya (Fig.2), creating a physical link between Europe and Africa. This connection will go from Drvenik to Hvar, Hvar to Susac, Susac to Palagruza, Palagruza to Vieste, Vieste to Vlorë, Vlorë to Leuca, Leuca to Isola di Capo, Isola di Capo to Brancaleone-Marina, Brancaleone-Marina to Siracusa, Siracusa to Portopalo di Capo Passero, Portopalo di Capo Passero to Maltaand finishing by connecting Malta to Tripoli. This path wasn’t chosen randomly. The construction of this long bridge/pier will aim to highlight a track that has been traveled for several centuries by both those continents inhabitants. From the first colony created in 630 B.C. in Egypt by a Greek merchant [iv], to the more than 150,000 African travelers that cross this sea from January to December of 2017[v], this bridge/pier will finally bring a safe and open path to cross from one continent to another.

This structure will act as an example for all the invisible path’s existing in the rest of the world, presenting itself as a constant reminder for our need and urge to travel, learn and share, but also to remind ourselves that the world that we live is unique, and anyone who lives in it should be free to explore is totality.

All the extra information for this project is presented and updated in this web page: https://mostshouldbeall.tumblr.com

[i] Text from the biennial catalogue

[ii] Text from hvar.info.com

[iii] Text from Christo and Jeanne-Claude website: christojeanneclaude.net

[iv] Information from www.ancient.eu

[v] Information from www.iom.int

More info about the event: https://www.facebook.com/jabiennial/

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