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"Adagio for Strings" by Samuel Barber 05:14
"Ave Maria" by Franz Schubert 15:10
"Clair de Lune" by Claude Debussy 19:27
"Gymnopédies" by Erik Satie 24:34
"Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini" by Sergei Rachmaninoff 28:07
"Requiem in D minor" by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart 31:02
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God, I love that painting. The look of horror and anguish in Ivan's eyes is haunting.
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The villain stood over the lifeless body of the hero. It was a moment he thought would be his greatest triumph, but as he looked down all he could see was his greatest rival and the only person he truly cared about. He fell to his knees with his head in his hands. He had won.
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Zamn, that painting...
Edit: First of all, thank you very much for all the likes and comments. Illya Repin is indeed wonderful artist. And Ivan the Terrible is one of my favourite historical individuals, the most important aspect of it being the fact that his hunger for power and his tendencies for rage cost him his son. The painting itself allows you to hear the screams and feel the shock, the madness, the anger, the sorrow that this man felt. And music to accompany it all, kudos to you, TheSimpleMan, who uploaded this.
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Do I regret the horrible things I've done? Perhaps. Would I take them back? Not a chance. You made me the way I am, I never wanted this; never asked for any of this. But here we are. I'll shed a tear as I write your final chapter.
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He held his cold body, but the eyes were staring in disbelief of what his father did to him. The body was empty, but those eyes were gleaming like glass in the lifeless corpse as if crying in sorrow.
"My son, my dear son, I never loved you until you couldn't feel it." He whispered quietly into his ear, hoping some part of him would hear it, whether it be from Heaven or Hell, "My son..." he said again, pulling him closer to his chest. That precious blood that ran over his fingers, slipping away from him, the body seemed lighter than the heaviness in his heart.
"And for what?" He thought as he closed his eyes and held his child, "What treasure was greater than that in my arms?"
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“You Either Die A Hero, Or You Live Long Enough To See Yourself Become The Villain”
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A toast to my "friend" georg, who set me on the path of villainy. He was supposed to deliver a letter to my crush that I spent hours composing. He did- except he claimed he was the author. She was smitten. I was devastated.
My shyness died that day and I became the world's most driven and ruthless 5th grader. Years later at our senior prom, I just happened to be at the punch bowl at the same time as her. I began reciting my letter from memory, line by line.
Her eyes grew wide and the cup in her hand started to tremble. My "friend" georg, for I had still kept him very close, walked over to see what was going on. The last thing I heard as I walked out of the gym was her yelling and screaming at him. When a chaperone followed me to the school parking lot to demand to know what I had done, I responded thusly:
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Gentle, like a father raising his child for the first time, he pulled his fallen friend into his arms. Blood seeped from the gash on his friend's head. His eyes stared forward, unfocused, the light within them fading into the black abyss of his pupils.
He wept. He pressed his hand to his friend's wound. Fighting could be heard further within the castle, the hero continuing his rampage in search of him. Each tear fell faster than the last as he looked on his friend. Memories of their time, their lives, together played in his head. "If only!... if only..." he muttered.
He felt the clasp of a hand on his arm. He looked to see his friend's hand holding it. His eyes darted to his friend's. They met each other's gaze. A slow series of low, airy sounds came from his friend in his arms. Words! He moved his ear to his friend's mouth. The sounds trailed off and he pulled away his head, locking eyes with his friend. His eyes said it all. The memories stopped playing in his head. He pulled his friend to his chest, gripping him as if he could hold his soul from moving on.
The hand on his arm loosened. He held him tighter.
"Worry not, dear friend." He comforted. "I will see our dreams through to the end."
The hand slid off his arm, thudding against the red stained carpet. He tucked his head to his friend's and let sorrow overtake him.
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True villains never regret their actions
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I've always enjoyed classical but never went out of my way to listen and these "music that sounds like a villain doing (x)" playlists are a great way for me to explore the genre a bit. I love Adagio for strings because of the raw emotional intensity of it, it absolutely sounds like a tragic villain song.
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"I've won.....but...at what cost?"
"This....this doesn't feel right...I should be happy that I've beaten the hero.....and yet...I'm not...."
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They looked at each other for the last time. Father and son. Both eyes opened wide in disbelief.
One spilled tears whilst the other shed blood.
It would be Ivan who'd break away first, unable to bear the guilt and shame, and yet clutched tighter whilst his son fell limp.
"What have I done..." He whispered between every kiss. Hoping that this was no more than a bad dream.
"What have I done..." He lamented. Praying to deaf gods for reprieve to no avail.
"What have I done..." He quivered as his grey eyes stared at nothing. Bereft in utter darkness.
Hours would pass before Ivan finally turned to his son. This cold corpse leaning like a stone against him.
He stared at him for the last time and found only his face staring back at him. Decrepit. Dishevelled. Defeated. But above all else, Terrible.
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I created a dream world in my head when I was in 6th grade, and I'm 24yo now. My favorite story arc was when one of my characters (who was originally created to be the main villain throughout the story) actually turned out to be a puppet for a bigger, much more evil, villain who took advantage of him in a desperate state. When he was ultimately tossed aside and betrayed by this overlord during the climax of the story, he realized how far he had fallen from his true self, and in the end, saved the hero's life. Which turned him into a close friend and a member of the hero's evil-slaying team for future adventures.
It's wild how sometimes your own characters start writing themselves. I had no intention of giving him a redemption arc when I created him, I just needed a recurring nemesis for the heroes to fight. But after so many stories with them fighting and interacting with each other, the banter, the hero trying to reason with him, save him from himself, etc...it felt right that he would find his way back to the good side, and now he's my favorite OC.
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I love how everybody else is writing these well written stories with the prompt of this painting and the music while I’m coming up with whole animated scenes in my head that I can’t even properly describe or even write down lol
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"Father!"
He ran to his father's side, lifting the man's back carefully on his knee as his hands slowly trembled. Dark red blood pooled beneath his legs, staining his pants and palms as he pressed on the wound. It felt like his world just shattered right in front of him as he took in his father's slowly dimming brown eyes. The man's face was deathly pale, a small string of blood went down his beard and dripped on his pristine white robe.
Quiet classical music played from the radio that somehow was still left in one piece, despite the disarray in the room that was caused by an indoor fight. It was quite fitting for this moment, as depressing as it sounded. Erik Satie's "Gymnopedies” played, accompanied by desperate sobs in the space occupied by the two figures in the center of the room.
The young man looked at his father with teary eyes and a gloomy look on his face. This was not supposed to happen, nobody should have broken in the protected mansion. The master bedroom was supposed to be the most secure in this house, damn it! He was-
A wet cough interrupted the young villain's inner turmoil and he immediately focused on the present moment.
"Kid, my son, don't blame yourself for what happened here. You did your best to keep me safe." - another wet cough escaped from his pale lips - I just want you to be happy from now on and to keep smiling." a trembling hand slowly reached to cup his son's cheek gently.
The young villain's tears fell down his face and panic struck his features as he pressed on the wound more.
"No, don't speak father, please! I already called our family physician and he will be here soon, just hold on a little longer."
The old man smiled gently at his son and he wished he could believe him. He wished that he could actually find the strength needed to pull through this hell but his body was failing him. He had many regrets in life but his son never was one of them. He locked eyes with the young man above him and managed out a few last words before his world turned dark.
"I am proud of you, my boy."
The father's hand fell down after he uttered those last words.
The young villain shook his father gently and looked for his heartbeat on the wrist and then he checked the neck and nose, but no matter how many times he looked, no pulse or breath could be found. There was no rise and fall of the old man's chest or any signs that he was still alive.
"N-no... You can't just leave me alone in this world like this... Weren't you the one who taught me how to be a good villain ever since my faith in society was gone? Weren't you the one who told me to never give up despite the odds and then sticking to that same advice yourself?!
Why didn't you keep your promise to stay by my side when I needed you the most and just left me alone in this cruel world..."
And then he wept and screamed and laughed and sobbed for what felt like eons, even if it was just few minutes. he felt no greater pain than this heartbreak in his life before, not even when his mother turned her back on him all those years ago, or when he killed someone dear to him for the first time. He held his father's cold body closer to him as his frame shook hard.
'What am I supposed to do now?' was the thought that circulated through his mind.
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The villain walked towards the burned city, he stops at his track to go and sit down under a tree that was just next to him, after he had sat down under the tree, he looked over at the miserable sight of the once prosperous city that was previously his, now burned down to the ground... After what felt like an hour, he stopped staring at the city, and lowers his head in shame, he ponders to himself what he was thinking when he decided that everyone who is living inside of that city would be his enemy and must be destroyed, his goal is now complete, everybody inside of that city is now gone, they're all reduced to just a speck of dust...just like how he had always wanted...
The villain looked at his hand, and slowly, he started to realize that what he has done, is probably not the best course of actions...this realization struck his heart like a thunder, he repeatedly punched himself in the face in anger, today, he has taken the lives of many innocent lives all for the sake of his own selfish desire for a "perfect world" where he can call his own...
The villain then raises his hands into the air, and shouted. "Forgive me, father! Forgive me, mother! Forgive me, everyone! I have done wrong, i regretted it all! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" But no one is there to listen to his apologies anymore, everyone, including his parents are all burned down to a crisp, his loving mother that used to always tried her best to cook the best meal for him is now gone, his father that spent most of his time working himself off to put food on the table, is gone...no one is here to listen to him, no one is here to listen to his pointless apologies...it was only him, and him only...
The villain kept shouting apologies to the skies, hoping for any sort of response, but no one still answered his call...he stopped after his voice disappeared, his throat couldn't keep up with his constant yelling anymore...but even after he is unable to muster any more words, he still kept on trying to make a sound from his mouth, but as expected, nothing came out of it...
The villain couldn't handle it anymore, he had acted tough throughout basically his entire life, but for once, he felt truly weak and hopeless...
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Lucilen stared down at the child. She had killed it so easily, as she had done others. Granted the child the mercy all deserved. The mercy to escape this meaningless suffering of existence. No more pain for the small child
She heard the father before she saw him. A cry of anguish, and a pitchfork jabbing out against her. Metal scraped against her armor. Killing him took less effort than the child. He was an afterthought she realized. She didn’t care about him. But cared about the small girl.
Lucilen felt that horrible tug in her chest. Like a clawed finger slowly pushing into her heart. She tried to push it away, there was a city to conquer. But granting the mercy to a child always hurt.
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And as the villain held his arch nemesis in his arms while the hero took his dying breath. Blood leaking from the wound he had inflicted upon him. He begged the gods to stop the tears, for his mind could beat it no long. The hero reached towards the villains face and held it as with every ounce of tenderness and care in the world. And he said to the villain. "Not once, did I blame you," and although the hero had multiple pain sources in his body, he continued to speak as the villain held him, sobbing, shaking. "I'm only sorry I couldn't save you sooner," the heroes valiant smile dropped. His eyes went dull, and his body went limp. The villain sat there, holding the defeated foe in his arms, rocking, as tho to soothe the hero easily into his eternal sleep. He had finally won, and yet he still felt no glory, no motivation to finish the job. Many a time had he played the heroes death, and many a time had he rehearsed dancing over his grave. And yet, he lies there crying. I prayed that the tears and agony would make the villain come back so that the hero may return to defend humanity. I am sorry, my sweet hero. Forgive me if I cry longer, I can not help but wish to be saved as you had saved those citizens so long ago.
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He held her lifeless body in his arms, cradling the pale body. The silk gold dress she wore, drenched in a pool of her own blood. “See? I told you, you look beautiful with red…” he muttered to her, tears streaming down his face.
He picked up her cold face and held it so he could see her colorless eyes once more. “There she is, my beautiful angel.” He brush a hair from her face.
The hero stood confused, holding his side from the fresh wound the villain just gave him.
“She loved me, you know. She always said how pathetic you were. Treating her like a princess.” The two stared daggers at one another.
“I treated her better than you would ever.”
The villain smirked despite his crying. “You’ve might’ve treated her like a princess, maybe even like a goddess.” He stood up from the ground, holding their beloved one.
“But I treated her like a human.”
He walked to the bed, a trail of his blood-soaked footsteps embedded the hard wooden floor.
He laid her in the bed, placing her arms to her sides.
“I wished that I’ve done better things, just so she could’ve ask for me to marry her.”
He wiped the tears from her face. “She was all I had, now I have you. I wish you never existed, none of you and your idiot friends.”
He pounded his fist in the wall with fury.
“Even me giving this speech won’t change your actions, so let me do it for you.”
He held the pistol hidden in his back pocket, giving a clean shot to the hero’s head.
He watched as the hero went limp to the ground, face down on the floor.
The villain sighed with relief, like a boulder was off his back.
“I’m coming for you, mi amore.”
He burst the window open, glass shattering everywhere.
There he fell, landing on the grass, already dead from regret and broken promises.
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@thesimpleman22
1 year ago
Hey everyone! I noticed quite a few people being interested in using the comment section to write short stories and whatnot using the painting as a subject. So I created another quick video where I threw up a few paintings that I think can be interesting inspirations for some stories. I really like the idea of helping people with their writing. If you have any recommendations for videos I can do to help with that let me know 😃
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