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what do you think are the chances that anyone out there is looking for Pentiment fanfic?
what about Pentiment fanfic in which nothing really happens and andreas has a head injury and gets sad, but werner is there to help by being curt and off-putting?
summary: After falling into Roman ruins and behaving strangely, Andreas is dragged by his apprentice to Werner Stolz's house for care.
(during Act 2)
notes and some personal favorite bits:
Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Pentiment (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Father Gernot of Munich/Andreas Maler, Father Gernot/OMC - a past relationship from eons ago Characters: Gernot of Munich (Pentiment), Andreas Maler, Paul Müller, Martha Pfeifferyn, Karl Pfeiffer, other various characters from Tassing, And some OCs Additional Tags: Period Typical Attitudes, these men cannot get out of their own heads for more than three seconds combined, flagrant misuse of Ficino, bad catholic theology, faith and spirituality are complex as are people's relationships to both, post Act III, a hundred years of a slow burn my god, these men do not fuck easily, Minor Character Death, long and overwrought, apologies in advance Summary:
Two years after Act III and a certain one-time Abbot of Kiersau, now a mere Bother Gernot of Saint Aubet's, has been sent back to Tassing to collect a few books that survived the fire. Naturally there is nothing smooth or easy about this journey and old faces and new faces bring about many emotional turmoils and conundrums.
Mostly, Gernot did not expect to ever see one Andreas Maler of Nuremburg ever again.
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Obligatory Excerpt:
At a mid-afternoon hour Gernot takes himself outside to stretch his legs. He keeps to the small yard between mill and house. The mill is truly an impressive structure, clearly rebuilt and modernized since that night, and beautifully rendered too. Gernot tried to explain how it worked to Father Rasso when he first arrived at Saint Aubet’s but was never entirely certain of the mechanics of it.
He had said to his abbot that there were thoughts, at his previous abbey, of building one for themselves but several of the more conservative minded brothers were against it. Father Rasso had looked at Gernot’s light renderings of it and said, You’ve a fine eye. Pity it was never nurtured.
I’m no artist, Gernot swiftly replied, that is not a gift God gave me.
Did no one think to ask? Rasso wondered aloud, in that obnoxious manner of his. Did no one think to see if such a gift existed? No, I didn’t think so.
Gernot shields his eyes from the sun as he cranes his neck back to take in the full height of the mill. Which is why he did not mark the approach of a small, dark-haired girl who startles him when she loudly crows: ‘I can write my name. I can write many words.’
‘God bless you, daughter,’ he replies for lack of anything else to say.
‘Is it true you’re a monk?’
‘It is.’
‘Where are your monk clothes?’
Gernot sighs.
‘Where are your monk clothes?’ The girl repeats.
‘Drying. They should be done by tomorrow.’
‘Uncle Andreas’s coat. You’re wearing it.’
‘He leant it to me.’
‘It once was Grandpa’s coat but he died before I was born.’
Gernot falters. Her grandfather died right next to them. In the mill. This one built over the ruins that were made by the actions of one of Tassing’s more covetous men.
‘I am sorry to hear it,’ Gernot opts for as a response. ‘May his soul find its way to God.’
‘It’s alright,’ she chirps, merry as anything. ‘No one liked him. I once heard Uncle Andreas call Grandpa a rude word to Grandma and she said he was right but when I told Papa what Uncle said, Papa told me I can’t say those things.’
Gernot gives many absent, uhhuh, I see, in reply.
Gernot and small children are one of the funnier things to happen in 16th century Bavaria.
Honestly, props to Father Rasso, the most hilarious man in Bavaria, for sending Gernot back to Tassing.
I wrote an intro drabble for a series of slice of life rüdethieu drabbles (do we have a ship name yet 😭)
Summer 1522 (MDXXII)
“As God as my witness, I will make leave for Burgundy if he leads us in that blasted cantation for the fifth night in a row!”
“Brother Guy, if you cannot handle a little repetition, perhaps you have entered the wrong livelihood.”
Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Pentiment (Video Game) Rating: Mature Relationships: Father Gernot of Munich/Andreas Maler, Father Gernot/OMC - a past relationship from eons ago Additional Tags: Period Typical Attitudes, these men cannot get out of their own heads for more than three seconds combined, flagrant misuse of Ficino, bad catholic theology, faith and spirituality are complex as are people's relationships to both, post Act III, a hundred years of a slow burn my god, these men do not fuck easily, Minor Character Death, long and overwrought, apologies in advance Summary:
Two years after Act III and a certain one-time Abbot of Kiersau, now a mere Bother Gernot of Saint Aubet's, has been sent back to Tassing to collect a few books that survived the fire. Naturally there is nothing smooth or easy about this journey and old faces and new faces bring about many emotional turmoils and conundrums.
Mostly, Gernot did not expect to ever see one Andreas Maler of Nuremburg ever again.
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Obligatory Excerpt:
Another voice from a man Andreas cannot see: ‘Surely Dr. Stolz?’
Andreas’s stomach collapses into itself.
Paul: ‘How do you know Dr. Stolz?’
Else, Andreas can just make out her profile, looks at her son in surprise. She clearly glances over to the man then back to her son. She says, ‘Paul, that’s Father Gernot. From Kiersau Abbey. I suppose you were young, you wouldn’t remember him…’
Silence. Silence. Silence. Silence. Silence.
An age, though it is only seconds.
‘Oh. Right,’ Paul stumbles through. ‘Right. Alright. I see. Um. We didn’t really get around to introductions.’ He hastily adds, ‘I’m getting Agnes. I’ll be back shortly.’
Door opens, closes.
Else says, ‘You’ll catch a cold dressed like that, Father.’
‘Brother,’ that voice Andreas never thought to hear again replies. Softer than expected, though tinged with bitterness. ‘It’s Brother Gernot, now.’
The young man on the table is trying to swallow the pain but keeps making plaintiff noises. The fire stoked hot boils water. Above them, shuffling feet of children woken and clearly come to the bannisters to see what the commotion is.
No one speaks.
Until Else finally says, ‘All the same, Brother, you’ll catch your death.’
Things are going to go swimmingly from this point forward. Andreas and Gernot are famous for being very normal people when in stressful situations
Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Pentiment (Video Game) Rating: Mature Relationships: Father Gernot of Munich/Andreas Maler, Father Gernot/OMC - a past relationship from eons ago Additional Tags: Period Typical Attitudes, these men cannot get out of their own heads for more than three seconds combined, flagrant misuse of Ficino, bad catholic theology, faith and spirituality are complex as are people's relationships to both, post Act III, a hundred years of a slow burn my god, these men do not fuck easily, Minor Character Death, long and overwrought, apologies in advance Summary:
Two years after Act III and a certain one-time Abbot of Kiersau, now a mere Bother Gernot of Saint Aubet's, has been sent back to Tassing to collect a few books that survived the fire. Naturally there is nothing smooth or easy about this journey and old faces and new faces bring about many emotional turmoils and conundrums.
Mostly, Gernot did not expect to ever see one Andreas Maler of Nuremburg ever again.
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Obligatory Excerpt
Andreas’s eyes skip down to the end of the letter, his mouths moves in a half-smile – ah, the inevitable mention: “What more? A principle of this kind, Amerigo, a long time ago united Giovanni Cavalcanti and Marsilio Ficino in divine love”.
Giovanni Cavalcanti was the man Andreas met in Florence, shortly before Giovanni’s death, who said that Ficino was emulating Plato’s writing style and therefore a man had to be half-mad to understand it. But the way the elderly Giovanni spoke was soft and loving. The affection ran deep. He had Ficino’s lyre and played a tune on it, said, I was never as talented as him when it came to music.
Music was never my strength, either, Andreas had replied. I was always, well, an artist.
Giovanni had fluttered a patrician smile. Yes, that is evident. Not a philosopher?
No, Andreas laughed, I was never one of those. I tried my hand at a bit of theology, a bit of natural philosophy – but nothing in the realm of what you mean.
Giovanni said that Andreas should read Plato, at least once. And if there isn’t time? Andreas had wondered.
Well, then you must read Marsilio’s letters.
So, here he is, thirty years later fulfilling a promise to a dead man he hardly knew. He is reading Marsilio’s letters – and only by fluke! Only by happenstance! But that is ever the way of Providence.
Folks it took me only three (3) chapters before we get a Giovanni Cavalcanti cameo. This is delightful for everyone (me, it’s mostly delightful for me)
Let the brethren who are to be sent on a journey recommend themselves to the prayers of all the brotherhood and of the Abbot. And after the last prayer at the Work of God, let a commemoration always be made for the absent brethren. On the day that the brethren return from the journey, let them lie prostrate on the floor of the oratory at all the Canonical Hours, when the Work of God is finished, and ask the prayers of all on account of failings, for fear that the sight of evil or the sound of frivolous speech should have surprised them on the way. And let no one presume to relate to another what he hath seen or heard outside of the monastery, because it is most hurtful. But if anyone presume to do so, let him undergo the penalty of the Rule. In like manner let him be punished who shall presume to go beyond the enclosure of the monastery, or anywhere else, or to do anything, however little, without the order of the Abbot. --Rule of Saint Benedict
Gernot returning to Saint Aubet's and lying face first on the oratory floor as Father Rasso is like, 'so, did you witness any shocking sins?'
Gernot: ... ,... ... um I wouldn't say I witnessed them
Rasso: right. i see. confession time?
Gernot: confession time.
REVEALS: SPRING 2023 PENTIMENT FANWORK EXCHANGE
The inaugural Pentiment Fanwork Exchange has been revealed! We’ve added 23 works of art and fiction to the fandom. Thank you so much to everyone who participated, and especially to our pinch hitters. If you missed this round, I hope I can run another in the fall/winter.
If you enjoy these works, please consider leaving kudos and/or comments to the creators!
You can see all the works HERE! Masterlist with individual links under the cut.
Last Sentence Tag Game: Write the latest line from your wip (or post where you last left off in your art) and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don’t reblog.
Tagged by @laiqualaurelote!! (Pentiment fam this is my sideblog to @mazurga XD)
THERE ARE FORTY-TWO WORDS IN THIS LINE SO I’M NOT TAGGING THAT MANY PEOPLE!!!
But Brother Florian had understood exactly what was needed of him, when Werner came over in supplication to the wary knot of monks by the prior’s house, and together they had tried to save as many of Tassing‘s fallen as they could.
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