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while I do think it's funny to imagine that ghetsis has just been ontologically evil since birth, I can't help but imagine that he was genuinely likable when younger. and also drop dead gorgeous like high key. while bw2 ghetsis is the hottest evil hag on earth, a version of him that hasn't yet been worn down and broken physically and mentally would be so conventionally beautiful....
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so not only is ghetsis' "good" side (his right side) damaged and non functional as far as we know, but he also goes through considerable effort to hide it. Rotating possible points of intersection between the more obvious ideas that ghetsis would be very compelled to hide his 'imperfections' and the idea that ghetsis may very well consider his capacity for good an imperfection in and of itself
rly love giovanni and ghetsis' battle themes playin with tempo. ghetsis' bw2 theme being much faster in keeping with his total loss of control of both the hearts and minds of the people and his own lordly facade + gio's usum theme being a slower amalgamation of three team rocket related pieces from gens 1 and 2. truly conveys so much aura
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hi. im just gonna drop this ficlet thing i wrote in the early hours pls dont hurt me. its directly post the battle with ghetsis in bw1. absolutely full of headcanon. ghetsis is a freak and makes everything weird swear down
Shortly after they reached the hallway, Alder dismissed Cheren to rejoin his friend and that poor N boy; a child his age shouldn't need to do this, didn't need to see this. Besides, he realised that while Ghetsis was tall, he wasn't especially powerful; his right side in particular seemed downright non functional, and it was trivial for Alder to restrain both of his arms at the small of his back. What was less trivial was half-dragging him through the castle halls, but Alder was content to let the younger man debase himself with the petulant display; one way or another, they'd be leaving the building together.
What he was less content with was Ghetsis' ranting and raving. He alternated between cursing out his own foster son, Alder and the legendary Dragons themselves, and it had grown tedious before it even begun.
"If you're going to fight me the entire way, could you at least be quiet about it?" Alder grouses, overtaxed by the frankly absurd events of the day.
"You want me to submit to arrest peacefully, after decades of meticulous planning have been undone by two worthless children?" Ghetsis shrieks at truly remarkable volume, doing his best to wrench his left arm from Alder's iron grip.
"How worthless can they be if the dragons chose them?" Alder shoots back, knowing his aim was true when the man in his custody snarls.
"I'm reserving judgement on the basis that they're exceptional trainers in their own right who you've put through the ringer because you're crazy enough to think you should rule the world."
"Crazy? It is my birthright. I am Harmonia, and they are peasants," Ghetsis snorts, leering down at Alder like he, too, is less than dirt.
"What happened to you?" Alder tightens his hold on the Sage's grip in his frustration, darkly satisfied when Ghetsis fails to suppress a wince. "Do you honestly, genuinely believe you can just treat people however you like, because of your name?"
"What on earth," Ghetsis begins, stilling his struggles long enough to level Alder with a piercing glare, "Does it matter?"
"Forgive me; I'm trying to make sense of how the trainer I knew for years could have turned into this the moment I looked away," Alder snaps, halting their progress to glare right back. Slowly, understanding dawns on the taller's face.
"Oh, I see," Ghetsis says quietly, voice abruptly softening, akin to the sycophantic affectation he'd put on until mere hours ago. "You want an exorcism. You want me to absolve you of ever having known me, and failed to stop me. You want me to validate decades old feelings of affection, to show you that you were more than a blind old fool, even back then. You want all this and more, don't you, each desire more trite than the last. Is this why you sent the boy away? So that you might have a quick little confessional with me? Truly, Alder, your idiocy sickens me, necessitates I spell it out.
"If I had a second chance, I'd do it all again with the benefit of hindsight. I would manufact a less worthless king, quell uprisings and discontent faster, with permanence. I would bring both beasts of legend to heel, I would take my rightful place above you all until the day I died, and I would not have any short-sighted oafs mewling morality to me, for I would be its arbiter," Ghetsis proclaims, bloody gaze boring into him, a fathomless hatred within.
For a good few moments, Alder can only stare pityingly upon his former friend, without the words to even begin addressing his level of delusion.
"You're sick," Alder says simply, shaking his head. He has no clue why he thought talking to this man would do anything other than amplify his confusion, anger and disgust. All that remains is to hand him off to the authorities, leave him to rot in prison for the rest of his natural life.
Ghetsis laughs softly, a cruel smirk upon his lips. "Am I? Well, I suppose you'd know—"
Between one heartbeat and the next, Alder's open palm has struck Ghetsis' left cheek, hard enough to send the man stumbling, dislodged monocle shattering upon marble tile. Silence descends as the criminal rights himself, left hand tenderly feeling out the bruise blossoming upon his cheek. Two red eyes flutter towards Alder's, alight with pleasure, of all things, a wide smile spreading across his face like a fracture along glass.
"Ah. Perhaps I've touched a nerve," he wonders aloud, offering his left arm to Alder with theatric flair, "Please, do take me away. Consider me beaten into submission, Champion."
Alder takes the prooffered wrist wordlessly, much as he would rather not touch this man ever again, and tugs him along hard enough to disrupt his balance.
He's so preoccupied with ignoring the tall bastard, he fails to notice the eyes closing in from the shadows.
I have sooo many headcanons about ghetsis' upbringing and how his failure to achieve what he had been taught was his destiny fundamentally destroyed him. Ghetsis was always a little rat in my head - haughty and condescending, prone to lying and manipulation - but he didn't become the high functioning insane megalomaniac he is in BW until he was rejected by the dragon, given irrefutable proof that he isn't good enough. I love the idea that each of the insults he falls back on are reflections of his own failings -- calling N a freak when quite objectively Ghetsis is the freak, calling the player an insignificant nobody, because he can't come to terms with the fact that he is nothing, he is no-one.
idk I love giving him a background of abuse and manipulation by the Harmonias that he willingly perpetuates with N. Given that ghetsis is genuinely intelligent and competent I love the air of tragedy, of pointlessly squandered potential in the pursuit of total power.
oh and Ghetsis can understand the hearts of humans btw. That's how he gets literally anyone to listen to him despite the fact that he dresses like an evil vizier
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