WILDFIRE.

𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘰.

[summoned-anima]

📝 oh-ho-ho owo

@gotllieb || send me 📝 for my muse to write a callout post for your muse based on past interactions || aka Sherlock being a brat

TW: manphobia

LOCAL COMPOSER TOO ANGRY TO HAVE A DECENT CONVERSATION

       I had questionable pleasure of having conversation with Maestro Salieri or rather, an attempt to have one. Sadly, hatred and incivility are the only values our Avenger is able to show and they spread as wildfire among people in his surroundings! I had a bit higher expectations for gentleman such as him, to be honest. 

      With all my evidence gathered, I am afraid Maestro has to be canceled from Chaldea. For your own good and decent mood, please stop interacting with him ;/// there will be actions made from admnistrative point to correct said behaviour.

     I have to discourage sending death threats as the man claims to be death himself; could end poorly for you! 

[gotllieb]

CHARACTER INTERVIEW

▌real name :  antonio salieri  

▌single or taken : single ; the real salieri was a widower as his wife , therese von helferstorfer , had died before him. 

▌abilities or powers : refined in the musical arts from piano to violin to composing and conducting operas , also skilled in singing as he taught opera singers ;  his music can also be used as a form of magical attacks as well as afflict detriments to weaken others , even his own allies ; summoning spearman and gunner minions ; lastly , he can set things on fire or emit the scent of smoke or sound of fire crackling , but this is more so a reflection of his unstable mental state. 

▌eye color :  red like fire ; originally golden 

▌hair color :  gray like ashes ; originally dark brunet 

▌family members : antonio salieri sr. ( father / died when salieri was 15 ) ; anna maria sacchi ( mother / died around the same time as the father ) ; eleven or twelve other siblings making salieri the eighth child. 

▌pets : none

▌something they don’t like : mozart of course ; people who don’t appreciate the musical arts ; being coddled , or be shown affection out of the blue let alone feeling as if he is getting cornered or suffocated when space is taken away ; people telling him what he should or should not be , the dude can confuse himself thank you very much. 

▌hobbies/activities :  loves music to death so naturally ; eating cake and other sweets  

▌ever hurt anyone before : yes as a servant ; when he was alive , probably hurt people’s feelings

▌ever killed anyone before : yes as a servant  

▌worst habits :  somewhat of a pessimist ; tongue a little too sharp and harsh on others , especially pertaining to music ; raving on about murdering mozart ; his sweet tooth can get a little too much , he needs to cut back ; when his emotions get unstable , he emits smoke or burning , ask poor arash he was a trooper coughing through that stuff in murasaki’s event.

▌role models : none known 

▌sexual orientation : as a servant , he’s like grey-asexual and grey-ace , very circumstantial — the man is oblivious to romance and flirting , he’s not fit for romance with his current mental state anyways ( especially since he had a mental break down just over being given chocolates on valentine’s day ) as he’s got bigger personal issues. 

▌thoughts on marriage/kids : in spite of the fact he isn’t the real antonio salieri , he thinks marriage is a lovely thing —— the real antonio loved and adored his wife , considering her the love of his life , but for avenger , at most he may vaguely remember her or think fondly of the name ‘therese’ finding it lovely.  as an avenger , he actually likes kids finding them delightful and would get excited if they were to ask him if he could teach them how to play the piano. the real antonio salieri did after all teach a lot of children how to play , even teaching those who could not afford lessons for free , and he did have children of his own. one in particular is alois , his son who like therese died before his father , both of their deaths left antonio deeply depressed —— chances are if avenger hears the name ‘alois’ he may feel deeply saddened too ,  very solemn though he may not exactly understand why. 

▌fears : mainly connected to his identity — salieri does have break downs over identity crises ; additionally , when people try to tell him who he is or who he isn’t , as it is a fragile , triggering topic. he is not the real salieri after all , but he does not know that as he is a fragmented identity built on the base of antonio salieri —— trying to convince him otherwise or disrupting his ‘truth’ would create a sense of an existential crisis because he believes he is real , he believes he is salieri , he is born out of the false rumors and masses —— his purpose being taken away is ultimately a fear as he would not have ever been born or manifest into a heroic spirit without no matter how pitiful and dreadful his existence is. 

▌style preferences :  he likes to look classy and clean , even chic or drab in a subtle and comfortable way ; suits of charcoal and red colors all the way , having a preference for the old fashioned styles and even fancying cravats and ties as well as turtle necks. not above stylizing his hair or growing in well groomed facial hair , wearing glasses and fedora/top hats. he wants to look well mannered and comfy , very much into that coffee shop musician look. 

▌someone they love : emperor joseph ; he greatly respects marie antoinette , joseph’s sister

▌approach to friendships : honestly , he does not outwardly try to make friends. at best he’d be polite and try to hold a conversation if he comes across someone interested in speaking to him , or especially takes interest in his own music. other than that , again , he is very introverted only actively taking interest in others like dantes and jeanne alter whom he claims to have the same rhythm as him. 

▌thoughts on pie :  it’s a sweet dessert so automatic win. 

▌favorite drink :  anything sweet and delicious like sugared tea and hot chocolate 

▌favorite place to spend time at : the library at the piano playing 

▌swim in the lake or in the ocean : he rather not swim maybe...

▌their type : doesn’t have a preference because he honestly isn’t thinking of this , but if he were to be drawn to someone , it’d be someone who gives him his space and actually understands him , which shows in the way they treat him , speak to him , etc.. just respect him , don’t be an insufferable person and don’t act like you know him or know his struggle and give him time and don’t force him into uncomfortable situations. he will be drawn to people who have the same ‘rhythm’ as him because there is less fear or suspicion that he will be turned off , but even then it doesn’t guarantee anything. 

▌camping or indoors :  indoors most definitely.

tagged by : @caemthe ( thank you~! )  tagging : steal it!

[gotllieb]

calamitas-animarum​.

      ‘Oh, don’t be so modest, maestro Salieri. Only a deaf ear would not recognize a subtle changes you made! Personally, I believe, it would be impossible to achieve what we did if maestro Mozart stayed at the piano that day.’ annoying or charming, depends on who is asked, smile danced on his lips. His hands, hidden in perfectly white gloves, tapped at notes once more. ‘I am big fan of yours.’

             scowl honeyed , curling into a sickly little grin. he huffs a weak gust of air like he wanted to laugh , but couldn’t.  “  saving face now with flattery , aren’t we detective—?  ”  had he not trespassed , maybe the avenger’s fancy would’ve been tickled like that shield maiden had when she complimented him ( though , it falls flat now when he recalls she never did accept to autograph her shield ). but it was not to be.  “  you mean to tell me it wouldn’t have been more simple had that buffoon continued to lull that grotesque beast to sleep? surely , the tsar would’ve been easier to slaughter that way rather than my anger subduing his destructiveness.  ”

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fatedmulti​.

❛ Are you alright ? ❜───  She can’t recall having ran into this man too many times , always hearing that he’s one that preferred being away from others. If such claims were true then so be it , although she can’t help but feel that something was off. Rather than invading his space to gratify the curiosity that shone within her as always. Kindness always present eyes don’t glance away from the Avenger.

             he had fidgeted as he raised his head slowly from clasped hands , back straightening and head turning so slow one could almost hear his neck creak.  air inhaled sharp and he stared at the ruler all wide eyed like a deer caught in headlights.  “  you...you are jeanne d’arc?  ” there is a distance in his voice , that quivering voice that slips from clamoring teeth. snapping teeth in between sharp breaths like he had walked through a blistering , freezing blizzard , and gawked like he was in the presence of something real , something divine and it ensnares him. makes his knees weak , but his legs buck as he slowly approaches her ,  “  ...it was another rageful fit.  ”  he began hypnotically , gingerly. careful to brush her away. 

[gotllieb]

adrosetum​.

❝           do  you  fear  the  dead  ,  salieri  ?    ❞        𝐕𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐒  𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐓  𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐘       /            cerulean  pools  filled  with  naught  but  the  queen’s  radiance  as  svelte  digits  curl  ‘pon  the  arch  of  her  cup.  bringing  the  rim  ‘pon  roseate  tiers  as  gaze  diverts  to  the  other’s  stature.        (    𝐚  𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬  𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐲  ,    𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲  𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞  𝐚𝐥𝐥  𝐧𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭  𝐛𝐮𝐭  𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝  𝐦𝐞𝐧  𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 .  a  few  of  which  have  their  own  complexities  ,  something  she  quite  frankly  doesn’t  understand  —-  not  quite  yet  at  least.   )      a  fleeting  laugh  unfurls  as  the  cup  departs  &  gets  placed  ‘pon  the  top  of  their  table  ,    tiers  arching  as  dulcet  vocals  dip  in  mirth.  ❝    an  unusual  query  coming  from  me  ,  i  do  understand.  however  ,  will  you  not  humour  me  ?    i  can  go  first  if  you  want. ❞   

             he found it bizarre ,  near damning to humor the thought and let the answer germinate. does the harbinger of death fear the dead—? the cycle of vengeance is a cruel one , a hungry thing that never sates its appetite and eats and eats until it begins to eat at itself.  “  i do not know , your highness. i never imagined to even ask myself that question.  ”   he feels somewhat ashamed he could not yet give the queen an adequate answer. he fails to synchronize with her trail of thoughts only preoccupied with being at his best behavior whenever he was in her presence  (  he could feel his skin clammy still underneath leather gloves  ).  "  ...do you fear the dead? maybe the souls who’ve scorned you?  ”

[gotllieb]

@caemthe : [ wolfgang ] As soon as he saw the Avenger wearing that red blindfold, Wolfgang gasped and pretended to be bewildered. “Antonio! There are children in here! How can you be so shameless as to walk around showing off your kinks like that? And to think you were a god-fearing man once…” He’s grinning by the end his exaggerated accusation. Unluckily, he was loud enough to capture the attention of others. Was that… was that Marie covering her mouth? Uh oh…

           “  vulgar buffoon...!  ”  murder begins to run hot in the blood at the mere sound of his voice.  hands twitched and fidgeted. he snarled an inhuman sound , resisting the urge to lunge his claws and dig his nails into that scalp until blonde tresses are dyed entirely red.  resistance is the whole purpose of wearing this red blindfold — the master behests it and the avenger begrudgingly complied to avoid needless bloodshed that would inconvenience the chaldea master. the scent of smoke hangs high in the air , fire threatening to ignite from the soles of his feet. one could not kill what they cannot see , as stupid as that concept is it has been working well. now if only he had sound proof headphones to block out the other’s voice  ,  “  do you want to DIE?  ”

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“People do not see you, / They invent you and accuse you.”

— Hélène Cixous, from The Selected Plays of Hélène Cixous; “The Perjured City,”

[gotllieb]

@caemthe​ : [ wolfgang ] There wasn't much to do so the Caster was lazing around in the cafeteria. And, upon spotting Salieri, he sent a paper plane their way. The aim was good so it fell on the other's lap. It was, in fact, a music sheet, an unique melody he had composed for the Avenger. At end, there was a message written: 'Happy birthday, my friend.'

              𝐀𝐍  𝐔𝐍𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐃  𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  within him welled up like spring water when he had unfolded the paper plane. the emotion was crisp and glistening as it reflects the light of a dimly lit candle. red hues glaze over the musical notes , aware it was unique. aware it was especially made for them — for him. a nervous twitch of the eye , he attempts to breathe air sharp enough so it could cut his tongue but he couldn’t. he just stared at the melody and then , after a moment of hesitance , he peeked at the message written after and felt a harsh pang in his chest. in their chest. leaving an ache that oozes into the crevices of their ribcage that it leaves them disheveled and disgruntled. . . they had forgotten it was his birthday , but to think the gotlieb had the gall to do this when he knew the risk he was imposing. 

hands trembling as the emotion became a little stronger , the music sheet rattling gently in his grasp and he was careful to not tear it. no taste of black smoke fills his throat and mouth , no scent of it emits from his charred clothing because this was not anger. this was not rage. it was a saccharine melancholy and he did not hate it. instead he is left softly bewildered. paralyzed in his place when the real instinct should’ve been to lash out and murder ; to turn in his seat as his back was at mozart to avoid another inconveniencing the master. so the corners of his mouth hung low , eyes downcast with a half-lidded lamenting as he could not pry his eyes away. he silenced them , for once , silence the man in grey because there was a strange sense of tenderness , an strange brand of excitement he had forgotten he could feel in spite of his mind half-blanking. he did not say anything back , did not think to turn back. but instead he rose from his seat and quietly made his exit out. 

antonio could not ask why —— he was in the mood to play his new birthday melody , you see.

[gotllieb]

            𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐉𝐀𝐖 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃  once the detective had spoken. salieri’s vexation did not quell , but he held himself with a little softer manner as he drew closer. eyes steal a glance at the notes the ruler had been ogling with his sticky , long and slender digits. his whimsy charming — at least would’ve been had he not mentioned the music and ivan the terrible , “ the music is not mine , ” he began voice grave and low , drawling and articulate , “ requiem. dies irae , it was composed by him. i merely played it with my own sheer rage to weaken that monstrosity. ” rage. that was all it took. sheer rage pouring onto the piano keys just for that thing to be killed. // @calamitas-animarum​ ( cont. ) 

[gotllieb]

fatedmulti​.

speaking to the great BB like this how unclothe !acting like you’re innocent& don’t give others migraines with your behaviour. nasty shark.

            at the very least i know how to mind my own business and don’t actively seek people to harass! 

[gotllieb]

fatedmulti​.

don’t you dare ! You should be happy that a cutie like me even wants to be near your moody self

          and so-called ‘cuties like you’ tend to bring massive migraines. BEGONE!

[gotllieb]

fatedmulti​.

LOOK AT ME YOU EDGY MUSICIAN.

        WHERE DID I PUT THAT BLINDFOLD?

[gotllieb]

fatedmulti​.

threatens to turn Robin into a pig , but what about Salieri ? i need to pick on him too

        DO NOT PERCEIVE.

[macrolit]

Vengeance is like a fire. The more it devours, the hungrier it gets.

Disgrace, J.M. Coetzee (via macrolit)

[gotllieb]

fatedmulti​.

❛ I take offense towards such outlandish vocalization from a man that’s into berating such cute & innocent girls like myself ! ❜─── amusement curls upwards from her once present dramatic expression of pause. grin formed as twitching of edges of her lips turn only half upwards does , she halt words. predictable reaction for one of such little patience after Lip’s mishap mistake. the things that she has to do to clean up after such a naughty child. ❛ oh ? but look at you falling into BB’s hands like this so quickly , tsk tsk !be more resilient to my charms or I just might need to punish you more with rubbing the leftovers in your face more.  ❜

             𝐀 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐋 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 at the corners of his mouth -- never will he be relinquished from this existence’s torment , and he was no fool , picking up on the infuriatingly obvious mockery in her tone. she was far from innocent just like that airheaded masochist. “ spare me your haughtiness! i did not fall into your hands as much as you grabbed me with your dirty claws and dragged me to you. i will burn you—! ” she had the advantage in this game and he hated it , more than she would ever know and more than the scent of wildfire smoke emitting from his fabric , pores , and air.  oh , how tempted he was in letting the minions to ring her with holes but one cannot kill cockroaches that easily. 

[gotllieb]

             “ 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐄𝐒𝐓! you are as insufferable as that vapid child of yours—! ” he hissed viciously feeling his patience being pushed to the limit by the moon cancer. hands flung from his keys as he bolted up not tolerating her incessant nagging. one experience was all it took for him to understand their nuisances ; how they were like fleas on a mutt’s hide that never knew how to go away , “ i know your game -- riling me up for your entertainment when you are aware my berating of her was out of my hands! she caused the trouble and here you are , relishing the leftovers because you are bored! you have nothing to do but to torment me ! ” // @fatedmulti

[gotllieb]

risquees​.

“It does seem somewhat… complex.” Atalanta’s musical talents lay solely, perhaps, in the merits of her voice. A twitch of her ear, and she closes her eyes to better take the sound in, arms crossing loosely across her chest. An eye slips open at his question, and she brings a gauntleted knuckle to her mouth, tapping it against her lip in thought. “I have not seen, no,” she answers, and the stare from her lone eye is nonetheless intent. “Regardless, it is a unique thing, thine skill. Though I cannot presume to know thine heart on the matter, is it not better to be able to apply what you know best in such a way? Or is it an unpleasant thing? Since it, by all accounts, seems something you hold dear.”

             𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 an empty smile. finger tips glaze rhythmically on keys as he digests her words , amazed with himself to grasp them delicately. there is indeed a somber taste to his music ; the tone ricochets from grandeur to fallen grace. “ music has always been his passion , ” ah , there they are! the man in grey , the messenger of death , the harbinger of ill will and rage. “ it is something antonio salieri always held dear to his heart -- praying to the father and lord that one day he will become a great musician every church visit. ” a beautiful thing for a gentle hearted youth -- dearest passions birth greatness , however ... “ sadly , he was not remembered for what he loved. we surmise that is where the unpleasantry lies : being remembered for not what you loved , but being remembered for what you weren’t. ”