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If 2/2/22 falls on a Tuesday it could also be known as â2âs Dayâ
Iâve had this queued for 7 years
   âTian, what do you MEAN you forgot about me celebrating 2/22/22?!â
   âAh ah ah, if sheâs got no muse for you, you shouldnât complain!â
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Franzi has an Onlyfans. Yes, itâs 18+. Yes, itâs so fucking predictable. But what she will never do, no matter how much people beg and plead, is post NSFW on her Onlyfans while shapeshifted into Franz Liszt. She knows that as Liszt he wouldnât have wanted his future life to use himself that way, and so she views doing NSFW as Liszt as a form of disrespect to her own memory. Of course, people reacted in dickish and entitled ways upon hearing this, but Franzi wove them away. âSome things,â she said, âjust arenât meant for you to see.â
Wilhelm isnât Richard Wagner. That much is clear. But he and other characters refer to Wagnerâs music as âhisâ music and the concept of the gesamtkunstwerk as his concept because Meloetta gave him the rights to it. She basically did what some Harry Potter fans did to JKR and said âthe original creator never made this, weâre giving it to someone better.â And oh, he gloats about it a LOT when heâs a kid. My music dramas this and my characters that. But when he grows older, he goes through the same crisis that every other classical musician has gone through with regards to Wagnerâs work: Can we separate the art from the artist so easily? Will Meloetta giving the works to someone else to alter and fix as he pleases erase the original stain that Wagner possibly left on it?
I honestly donât have an answer to that. Neither does the world of classical music. But one day, if he decides that he canât be the fixer-upper Meloetta intended him to be, heâs going to give the rights to Wagnerâs music back to Meloetta and they will belong to no one.
Music is liquid architecture; Architecture is frozen music.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (via thoughtkick)
szarkaiâ:
âââ NO!
The fiery blast knocked the avian right out of the sky, sending it plummeting to the ground. It was terribly burned, and unable to fly and make itâs own escape, let alone carry Frederic back to the Conplus with it. The poor thing cried and squawked for mercy, and Frederic was moved to tears by the soundâŠ.
He tried to move. The pain surged, and he screamed. With no other optionâŠ. he turned to Wilhelm.
âI surrender. You may enter the phase of capture, I shall be your prisoner of war if that is what you desire: For you have earned such. If you have any honor for the sanctity of the battlefield youâll get us to treatmentâŠ. and after that, do with us as you please.â
Surrender! Surrender! Just what he wants--what he thinks he deserves! Heâs positively shaking in his ecstasy, with the one he so detests practically writhing for mercy at his feet!Â
(But of course, in his excitement, he completely misses the fact that Dvorak is nowhere to be seenâŠ)
   âOh, Iâll give you a treatment, all right,â he says, with a grin as crazed as the frenzied phase of Meloetta that he channels. âThe kind of treatment that FĂĄfnir and I think is most appropriate for religious zealots such as yourself--â
   âWILHELM VON BLUMENTHAL!â
He jumps at the sound of that thunderous baritone shout. FĂĄfnir whirls around, his eyes going wide like a guilty cat caught chewing up its ownerâs socks. Itâs Dad Liszt, coming to Fredericâs rescue (and Wilhelmâs doom!) And who should come trotting up by his side, having long gone to fetch him, other thanâŠ
   âDVORAK! YOU BETRAYED ME!â
The pygmy Hippowdon gives a self-satisfied snort. Youâve gone too far, Wilhelm. Youâve gone too far.
   âNow just what do you think youâre doing?â
   âWhat do you mean what am I doing, Dad? This is the guy who was insulting your religion!âÂ
   âYes, but--look at what youâve done to him! I donât think a few tasteless words comes anywhere near close to justifying thisâŠthisâŠâ
   âA few ? Just a few?â Wilhelm cries. âYou said it yourself, Dad! Heâs an extremist!â
Franz narrows his eyes.
   âYou may be able to use adult words, my boy, but by no means do you have an adultâs judgment!â he snaps, but his gaze softens as he turns to Frederic.Â
   âYou and your PokĂ©mon look quite hurt, Doctor. Where should you like me to take you?â
Wilhelm crosses his arms and pouts. All he can do now is fix his pet hippo with a glare.
szarkaiâ:
âââ âDonât you call me aââ BAM.
Heâd be nothing short of a corpse right now if he wasnât part fae. As much as he hated it, it intertwined him with extra endurance, so he could survive even a devastating attack as such. Heâs certianly not a fun toy to play with. He doesnât scream, he doesnât cryâ the closest thing Willhelm would get would be a wail or groan when the poison seeped into Fredericâs flesh. He wouldâve normally been weak to it, had he not built up tolerance by experimenting on himself.Â
His Scizor, still brutally injured from the battle, watches on in horror. His Naganadel was not consious to see his master be beaten⊠and that was likely for the best. Scizor limped over to his master, who was somehow still conscious, thought the poison was seeping through himâŠ. his legs throbbed. He knew heâd need to get himself back to the Conplus immediately.
With the last of his strength, he put two fingers to his mouth to whistle, and his Corviknight descends, wings outstretched intimidatingly.Â
   âHowâd you like that, old man?â he crows. âBet thatâs the last time youâll ever think about giving someone your brand of disrespect--â
Thatâs when the shadow falls over him. And thatâs when he knows.
SHIT! Here comes another one! Are there more? Damnit, he only has the three of his PokĂ©mon with himâŠ
   âIncoming, FĂĄfnir!âÂ
But the dragon doesnât even need to hear his masterâs cry. Heâs already alert to the sound of steel-plated wings whisking through the air, and heâs already prepared. Three of his heads tilt toward the new threat, letting loose great blasts of bright blue Flamethrower toward the iron bird.Â
Wilhelm smirks at the sight. This one might be the exception to the rule, but Corviknights arenât really known for their agilityâŠ
szarkaiâ:
âââ A crushing defeat. Keep in mind, he only had his work duo on him, the rest of his team were safe at homeâŠ. He wouldâve won with his Corviknight at his side.Â
âA coward flees, and lives to one day die alone. A martyr stays, and dies with a legacy.â He stay, laying there, bloodied and tending to his wounded team.
   âOh, so youâre STAYING to get your ass beat!â The boy laughs even more. âThatâll make this even easier. HmâŠI wonder what I should throw at youâŠSomething from GötterdĂ€mmerung, maybe? Or something Iâve written on my own? Oh, I know. Iâll hit you with one of my momâs pieces. Give you the real Franz Liszt ass-whooping experience! But first, FĂĄfnir? Iâll let you have your turn, as I promised.âÂ
   âQuite so,â says the dragon, speaking for the first time. âNeither my Master Wilhelm nor my Lady Liszt are to be trifled with. My Master owes his mother everything with regards to his music, past and presentâŠAnd that is not something Iâll ever take lightly. Her word, to me, is as good as his. And if she says youâre a threat, youâre a threat.â He takes a closer sniff at Frederic. âIsnât that so, you so cleverly hidden fae man, you?â
Never mind the fact that these two are acting without her orders, and quite against her will as wellâŠ
A low musical hum resounds through the air as a baton--Wilhelmâs symbol of Meloettan magical music--appears in his hand.
   âEat shit, fairy boy!â
Just as Frederic is about to bend to give his fainted PokĂ©mon treatment, Hydreigon picks him up by the back of his shirt and throws him twenty feet in the air. His many heads writhe to catch Frederic, one of them finally seizing upon his pant leg and throwing him even higher still. The great hydraâs poisonous spittle sizzles on his clothes and his flesh, the venom of the spite toward enemies that so often accompanies great loyalty. Then on the third throw, the humming grows louder. The sound of piano keys begins to ring out, each key pounding as though knocking on a great door--Â
--And the music releases! Wilhelm used his Variations on Lisztâs Mephisto Waltz--Mephisto Waltz turned into Teeter Dance! He whirls about once, twice, three times to the waltz as daintily as can beâŠbut as Frederic falls to the ground, he gives one well-placed Psychic-boosted kick that sends the poor man slamming right into a brick wall.
Cue Wilhelm--the little bastard--striking a pose reminiscent of Champion Leonâs Charizard pose.Â
What a good son he thinks he is. But really, what a garbage human being.
Did you think I was fucking kidding about DvoĆĂĄk being a fucking hippo
szarkaiâ:
âââ the doctor is unamused. âFirst off, I havenât forgotten her. I just donât happen to magically know who the parents are of every random child that crosses my path. I didnât forget, I just didnât see a resemblance⊠likely because she at least could speak to me with civility, despite our disagreements. And because she was above stooping to a threat.â
(See the battle here!)
   âHa! HA! Oh my fucking gods! FĂĄfnir didnât even have to fight!â Heâs slapping his knee and cackling at the effectiveness of his strategy!Â
   âOh, DvoĆĂĄk. What would I ever do without you?â he says, nuzzling his head against his Hippowdonâs forehead before turning back to Frederic. When he opens his eyes again, one of them is a terribly bright pink--the mark of the frenzied Meloetta heâs overfond of channeling, the Meloetta of the lost, the Meloetta of the mad. The dragon at his side leans forward and lets out a menacing growl from all nine of his throats.
   âNow you better fucking RUN.â
szarkaiâ:
âââ the doctor is unamused. âFirst off, I havenât forgotten her. I just donât happen to magically know who the parents are of every random child that crosses my path. I didnât forget, I just didnât see a resemblance⊠likely because she at least could speak to me with civility, despite our disagreements. And because she was above stooping to a threat.â
    âSee, thereâs the thing about Momma Liszt. Sheâs the nice one. Sometimes too nice. Even to people like you who really need an ass-kicking. Thatâs why itâs MY job to protect her from all the jerks who think they can do anything to her and she wonât do anything back. Isnât that right, FĂĄfnir?â
The great dragon nods assent.Â
   âYou might have been above stooping to a threat. But you definitely werenât above calling Christians a âfalse trinity worshiping cult.â You thought sheâd forget all about that, didnât you? No. She told me everything about how you made her uncomfortable. How youâve given her nothing but bad vibes from the very start. So you really donât have a leg to stand on here in terms of how low a person can stoop. Now are you going to promise never to bother my mom again, or do we need to bite your head?â
szarkaiâ:
âââ âCome again? Iâm not sure I know what you speak of. Or who she is. Or who you are.â
   âMY MOM, Bootleg Spiderman. Franzi Liszt? Herald of Yveltal? I guess now would be a convenient time to forget youâve ever met her, but you canât trick me so easily. All I got is this to say. You better watch your mouth when youâre around her and stop being a dick to her about religionâŠâ
He takes out a Poké Ball, from which his nine-headed Hydreigon companion emerges.
    âOr youâll have to answer to HIM.â
Also i dont know if you guys have ever seen medieval beekeeper garb, but:
Its the best!!!
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Woodcut from 1545! đ respect our basket faced cousins đĄ
The Beekeepers, Pieter Bruegel the Elder, 1568
Now that plague doctors are cultural icons I want these to be next and I hope we arbitrarily decide that the two are somehow rivals.
why would they be rivals, they're dating and bop their masks together to kiss
The birds and the bees
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Theyâre dating â€ïž
@szarkaiâÂ
   âHey. Hey you. Are you the son of a bitch whoâs been giving my mom a hard time?â
Why Wilhelmâs Reputation Gets As Bad As Wagnerâs (and Why It Isnât Deserved)
Sooooo. This guy. After he gets past his mentally unstable angsty teen/young adult phase he actually grows into a really good person. Kind and sweet to his students, the beloved founder of a new region dedicated solely to the performing arts, the greatest composer of the 21st centuryâŠHeâs got a wonderful reputation, right?
Wrong.
You see, his reputation would actually be pretty solid as he goes on in life except for one thing: He HATES authority. Heâs a die-hard anarcho-socialist and save for the folks in Unova and Unima, he really doesnât trust any authority figure as far as he could throw them. If you put him in a room next to someone who is even remotely in a position of financial or political power, heâll start smoking like hydrochloric acid when it comes into contact with air and it wonât be long before he goes off. And they say history is written by the victors. But you know who else history is written by? People in power. Thus, it stands to reason that the various authority figures he came into quite unpleasant contact with did as much shit-flinging at him as they couldâŠâŠAnd to some degree, it worked.
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