Loy·al·ty [loi-uhl-tee]. noun.
Faithful adherence to a sovereign, government, leader, cause, etc.
( Origin: 1350–1400; Middle English from the French loialte )
{ Independent RP blog for Ernest Nightray of Pandora Hearts.
Tag: tacitofidem
Formerly: Silent-Decapitated-Nightray
M!A: None. }
Question: How long do you plan on keep blaming these roleplayers? It's obvious who you're talking about when there's very little Nightray players (Aside from Elliot Vince and Gil). It's getting a bit annoying, don't you think? Why don't you just let it go? It seems to me that they have. It's like every question that's asked ooc or even when you talk ooc it's always pitting blame on them.
{ I don’t know, why don’t you ask this to the people who you think I’m talking about? Because if you think they’ve let it go, then why the hell have they not - and this is a radical concept here - tried to make their peace with me when I tried to. I’ve tried being nice. I’ve tried asking for their side of the story. I’ve tried moving on and distancing myself.
I still have moments where a mention of them makes me want to burst into tears. I nearly killed myself over these people. So excuse me for being a little more reluctant to “forget” what’s happened considering that it has nearly ended my life.
If you don’t like it, get out. You don’t have to follow me. It solves your problem of me being “annoying” and, FUN FACT, I’ve not been on this blog to say anything about them, so you can get off your high horse and accept that wounds do not heal when one party, although having “forgotten” the injury, has made no effort to try to patch things up with the other. }
Apologies but I am almost guaranteeing that I'm not following you back. I, to be frank, have come to hate this fandom and most of what goes on in it after being so mistreated in it by several members who I do not call out only out of a (likely misplaced) sense of decency that I adhere to even if the other party may not deserve it. The only reason I am back now is to play with a few friends and possibly recycle the email to make a sideblog for another character in a different fandom.
Give me anon hate if you want for it. I really don't care anymore. I already think the fandom's pretty much gone down the toilet after everything I've been through and what I've seen my friends go through. So really, go ahead, make my day and prove me right. }
Not to be rude or anything... but maybe you should put down that your Ernest is from a bit of an AU? He's far from canonly played.
{ To be quite honest, anon, I think he is quite canon… aside from his relationship with Jack, which I am going to put aside for the moment underneath the cut since this got quite long.
In canon, Ernest’s exact motivations are unclear. He does say he wants to uphold the family honor and he is extremely protect of his younger siblings, and he does attempt to get rid of Gilbert and Vincent, but we never get a uniform glimpse at his thought process to say ‘yes, he is specifically doing it for this reason’. We only know what he said, and for all we know, he could be lying. Thus, any Ernest - or most of the Nightray siblings minus Elliot - have to be a mixture of canon and headcanon.
I do not play with a lot of Nightrays, and I admit to that. I’ve not had a lot of muse to want to play with them either, particularly of late where many of the muns have had drama with me, but that is neither here nor there. My point in mentioning it at all is that I rarely do have opportunity to show the original idea, which is closer to the ‘canon’ Ernest.
Add to that the fact that my muse for Ernest has been iffy, and it doesn’t work well. I play with Marta mostly because to me she is comfortable. The fact that her main account is Jack is something that can’t be avoided, thus you see most of our interactions, and slowly Ernest’s feelings have come around because between being treated poorly and cast out by the majority of the Nightray RPers and being treated remotely kindly by Jack, he’s had it.
So yes, of late, I’ve been playing him more AU than canon. But I’ve never professed to keep him strictly canon, and as you can see from my about page, it is clear that my take on Ernest is gentler than the majority of the fandom since, believe it or not, I’ve lived through some shit myself and I know what it’s like to want to protect your family at any cost. Plus I personally cannot stand RPers who only play with canons they interact with rather than anyone, so I am not going to adhere to the same rules.
If you don’t like the way I play Ernest, you don’t have to follow me. I run this blog for my own enjoyment and to my own perception of Ernest, not to cater to people’s ideas of how he should be played. And I don’t see a cruel monster who wants to harm the “filth” that is the angels masquerading as his adopted brothers. I see a man who has been put through hell and is so desperate to improve the situation of those he holds dear that he is willing to turn to the one person he knows will help him do it and not ask questions and ask that person to assist him in murdering people he knows harm his loved ones.
And that is how I will continue to play Ernest at his core, whether people like that he’s since softened for Jack and counts him as one of those loved ones or not. }
My favorite thing about them: “Devotion. Makes things easier.”My least favorite thing about them: “Truth be told, he’s quite wicked himself, even if for the right reason. I hate the fact that it kinda reminds me of my own corruption.”Do I find them attractive? “Indeed.”Are we friends? “People call this friendship with benefits, I believe.”Would I date them? “In a way, I already do.”Would I marry them? “If it was necessary, and if the time the manga was set in allowed that” Would I have children with them? “Ernest plz. I believe it’s not even allowed.”Would I die for them? “Hahaha, nope, lol. Ahem.”
Does he know? Maybe, maybe not…but that doesn’t matter. Oh, he knew this kind all too well. The smile still on his face, yet the spark in his eyes faded a bit. “Of course not, my apologies, mr Nightray. I am not going to bother you any more.” Last bright smile, as he headed back to his own crowd.
Good riddance. The Vessalius were trash, pure and simple, and he refused to let this one, no matter how pretty he might smile, drag him down in the mud. He scowled and turned away, willing himself to banish the thought from his mind. He did not need to concern himself with that family. He didn't, he didn't, he didn't.
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