It still breaks my heart that Verso is and always will be a replacement
For the Dessendres, he is Verso's replacement. He is the brother and the son they lost. And yet he isn't. He looks like Verso, (probably) acts like Verso, but he will always be lacking. And, even subconsciously, the Dessendres know this. Clea and Renoir reject him outwardly as family, while Aline and Alicia are obsessed with making him the Verso they want to remember.
But the worst thing is, Verso is also a replacement for us, the players. He replaces Gustave, he takes his weapons, some of his abilities. He takes over as Maelle's brother figure. So many players reject him immediately just because they loved Gustave and want him back. They hate Verso not because of who he is, but who he isn't.
Verso isn't his own person, in universe and for the players.
since im posting old art here’s some germany i never got around to posting bc i thought it was 2 edgy. 1-4 r panels from a scrapped comic about the rise n fall of germany ca 1800-1920s. also 70s in the middle of everything bc y not! click keep reading to read an unedited excerpt from a unrequited gerame fanfic (that i also scrapped) :)
“Gilbert doesn’t put anyone above himself, and you’re a moron for letting yourself believe you were the exception,” Françoise told him, and Alfred still remembers the shape of her back in the setting sun’s red shine.
And then, a hundred years later, the exception came. The exception was nothing like an exception should be, it had quickly been given the nickname “the ugliest child in the world” by both its neighbouring countries –all of Europe actually– and its own politicians.
“Child,” Alfred had heard Austria say to Françoise after the defeat of Napoleon, “is a generous thing to call it, more like Prussia’s failed attempt to play God.”
Alfred saw this supposed child, named the German empire (a funny name considering what it was. Alfred had almost laughed outright at just that, never before had he seen an empire in this condition), once before the depression, and what had at first seemed like words formed out of Austria’s bitterness suddenly became objective truth. In appearance, Germany was nothing like a child apart from its short stature, it aroused no nurturing instincts, and had it been left at some poor, unsuspecting orphanage’s steps, it’d be left to starve.
Stitches disfigured Germany’s face and body, and one particular stitch in its left eyebrow weighed down heavily on its eyelid, keeping the child from being fully able to open the eye, or perhaps it was just the infection, judging by the way the nation’s eye leaked pink and yellow tears. As if it wasn’t already an eyesore, it was skinny as well and hurried after Prussia on swaying crutches, dressed in uniforms too nicely decorated for its young age and lithe frame. Its mere existence was a long list of complications: asthma, momentary blindness, recurrent seizures, necrosis patches due to infected stitches, always feverish and pale; had it been human a harsh wind would’ve brought death with it.
To say that Germany was Prussia’s attempt to play God was fair, but failed Germany would prove not to be. The boy nearly outgrew Russia as a young adult, and Alfred reckoned if Ludwig was to hit a human man, he could very well kill the man with one swing.
When Alfred met Ludwig again in 1927 –or maybe it was 1926 he couldn’t exactly recall– he didn’t at first believe that the man in front of him had been that same child he saw some decades ago. The man in front of him was taller than him, broader in the shoulders too and most surprisingly: healthy; only a few crookedly healed scars were all that remained of the sickly boy that once had stood before Alfred. Ludwig hadn’t even been able to close his hands into complete fists as a child, yet now he was strong enough to bend cutlery with one hand (well, he was irritated and drunk at that point but still).
More than a failed experiment, Ludwig was Gilbert’s miracle.
YES, IDK WHAT IT IS BUT LATELY NAMJOONS BEEN LOOKING EXTRA FINE AND IM THIRSTING HARD FOR HIM😫
YES !!!!! and even like tbh when i’m rewatching old concert clips, i sEE NAMJOON AND I JUST AUTOMATICALLY THINK THAT WOW WHAT A FREAKING FINE MAN KIM NAMJOON IS SHIASJSJH
1 Samuel 16:7 (NASB) -
But the Lord said to Samuel, “Do not look at his appearance or at the height of his stature, because I have rejected him; for God sees not as man sees, for man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.”
