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dontgetmjolnirme  asked:

First of all, love your blog. Second of all, as one of the wise omgcp bloggers, what would you think of a graceling au (where some people are born w different colored eyes and a special skill that can range from turning your face inside out to fighting). Who would be graced and what graces would they have? I feel like bitty would have baking and dex would probs have fixing things but what do you think about the others? -omgpoindexterplease

i refuse to believe that nursey isn’t graced. those leaves drift to him just a little too easily. his would probably be something artistic and maybe a little vague–to create poetry that’s exactly what the reader needs to see, somehow.

ransom and holster both thought neither of them were graced growing up. it wasn’t until they met each other that they realized they have a telepathic connection with each other.

shitty isn’t graced. but he’s still smart, and he still wants to fight for what he believes in, even if he has to work harder for it. he claims that seeing people without graces as lesser, or viewing people with them as unfairly advantaged, can only lead to dangerous things.

lardo…her grace is a little hard to explain. it’s accuracy. it’s how she always wins at beer pong, but it’s also how she knows what art she needs to create when she feels something, and how she always knows what her friends need to hear. it’s what makes her such a great manager. of course, that doesn’t mean she always goes with her gut if she gets too blinded by emotion. she’s graced, but she’s still human.

chowder’s not graced. when he was little, he was sad about it, but he’s long since accepted that not having it doesn’t make his life any worse. he’s since decided that he just wants to be the best person he can be. even though he isn’t graced, he has a great knack for making people feel at ease, and some people are surprised he doesn’t have some kind of a comfort grace after they’ve spilled everything to him.

bad bob has one of the most powerful hockey graces ever seen, and alicia has an artistic grace that just couldn’t be replicated. when alicia was pregnant, everyone was thrilled to see what grace their child would have. an artist like his mother? an athlete like his father? something entirely new?

and then jack was born without a grace at all.

it was hard on jack growing up. every time he stepped into a rink, he felt like he was never going to be the same as his father–he literally couldn’t be. so he vowed to work twice as hard as his father ever had, so no one would say that jack zimmermann didn’t have the skill it took, that he would never make it without a grace. of course, jack always pushed too hard–and, well, you know how it goes from there.


Remember forever ago when @gettzi posted that great art of Nursey and his ballerina sister and I said I also headcanoned him with a ballerina sister because I had a whole thing about him and the concept of sprezzatura, which I learned in ballet class and therefore so did he? I finally wrote it.

[Now also on AO3 with both parts in one fic.]

There was a period of about two years, back when Derek was just starting middle school, when he spent two afternoons a week, every week, doing his homework in the corner of his sister’s ballet studio. At first it was because their nanny didn’t have time to drop him off before Naimah had to be at her class, and once they were at the studio, it made far more sense to just stay until her class was over and then head back home together. Derek didn’t mind, did he? He totally minded. It was lame and stupid and… actually kind of beautiful…

Maybe he didn’t mind. Maybe, even after the drop off scheduling conflict cleared up, he still found a reason it would be more convenient for him to go.

He soaked up a a lot of random stuff in those two years. A bunch of ballet French. An instinctive need to count things in eights. An affinity for waltz timing that would serve him well in later ballroom dance situations. An automatic need to correct his posture anytime he thought about a puppet string extending through his core and out the top of his head. And the concept of sprezzatura.

One thing he loved about sitting in the corner was that it was kind of like getting to look behind the curtain. Or at the inner workings of a clock. Ballet took work. And then it all came together.

“Girls,” called the teacher, clapping her hands twice for attention. “Girls, ballet is about grace. We are about to go into the annual performance. We are to give to the audience sprezzatura. I want the appearance of effortless beauty. You are there to present art. The choreography, the music, it should flow through you. The audience is not interested in how many times you had to practice that phrase across the floor. They are only interested in the final result. Your goal is to make it look both flawless and easy.”

He looked it up later and discovered it wasn’t really a ballet term at all. The dictionary just defined it as “studied carelessness,” but Wikipedia gave more background:

Sprezzatura [sprettsaˈtuːra] is an Italian word originating from Baldassare Castiglione’s The Book of the Courtier, where it is defined by the author as “a certain nonchalance, so as to conceal all art and make whatever one does or says appear to be without effort and almost without any thought about it”.[1] It is the ability of the courtier to display “an easy facility in accomplishing difficult actions which hides the conscious effort that went into them”.[2]

(Of course, it might have been helpful if he’d also noticed and remembered the following line as well:

Sprezzatura has also been described “as a form of defensive irony: the ability to disguise what one really desires, feels, thinks, and means or intends behind a mask of apparent reticence and nonchalance”.[3]

But that was an issue for the future.)

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