#!!! roland & ophelia!!

[yorgunherakles]

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roland barthes - bir aşk söyleminden parçalar

[liminal-storage]

0-The Fool

Prompt: Steer  Characters: Ophelia Shaw, Roland Shaw, Shayl Content Warnings: Mentions of taxidermy, insects, and odors related to decay.

Envy makes a foul and fickle monster, a creature hewn of lies with sickle-sharp teeth. And envy holds the door for its hungry cousin greed, whereby together they spin the world around them into a wasteland. Ophelia knows this better than most. For someone like her, life holds only one path. Hers is a modest existence, the life of a lady's maid neither shameful nor overly glamorous. Perhaps if she works hard enough she can rise somewhat within the household, but even so she shall never be anything more than a maid.

A maid who envies the very lady she serves, who pockets little trinkets and perfume bottles to sell off for a few extra coins. A betrayer and a thief. She tells herself it's out of necessity. Her brother Roland's gambling habits have their savings in shambles, and she's only doing what she has to in order to keep their larder from going empty. And should an extra bit of jewelry or a prettily embroidered handkerchief make its way into her pockets for her own personal use? Well, that's simply her due for being such a diligent worker. It isn't as though her Lady will miss such things. Ophelia doubts she even thinks about them once she puts them down.

Life is no fairy tale.

Of this, she's so, so keenly aware. Should her Lady or one of the other servants catch her in her sticky-fingered practice, no amount of excuses will suffice. There will be no divine intervention or a handsome stranger to save her. That ruin which she so fears will chase her, hungrier than any slavering hound, and tear her life into pieces.

She needs a way out, a different solution. Something substantial. Something big. Ophelia spends her days dreaming of a miracle she knows will never come.

She spends her nights listening to her brother and his companions kicking up an obnoxious raucous in the room next to hers, the shared wall being thin and offering little in the way of noise dampening.

Sheets twisted about her legs in her tiny, plain, room, she sips upon a bottle pilfered from Roland's space when he was away during the day. Liquor goes in, and hateful thoughts come out. Slurred curses and complaints slip free from her mouth, drowned out by the noise from next door. They'll never hear her over the sound of clinking bottles and raunchy jokes. Such is her one and only catharsis, she thinks, eyes shut tight against a blinding headache.

Further sipping does nothing to alleviate the pain, and when her ears catch something interesting she sputters, showering the bedding with cheap alcohol.

"If your sister's still giving you so much trouble, you could go see old Owlface. I'm sure he could help you out."

"Nah, no, don't be dealin' with that one. M'brother in law says his help's not worth the price. Said he smells like rotten meat, too."

"Aye? But he can help with anything. Helped me get rid of my own debts and now I'm living free as a bird."

"And yet you're still coming around to this rathole to be with us. I don't know about the rest of you, but that has me feeling all warm and tingly inside. I think this calls for another round!"

Ophelia does what she can to drown out the rest, her mind buzzing. 

She has not heard much about this…Owlface. Then again, she rarely hears much about anything at all. She knows the strange man came to town about a year ago, that he rarely leaves his place of business, and that no one has ever seen his face, hidden as it is behind a wooden mask carved into the heart-shaped face of an owl. Ophelia scoffs a little. Is it a name he gave himself, or something the uncreative masses came up with instead?

Regardless, she also knows that he has a certain reputation, and no specific occupation. A jack of all trades, they say, a helper and a fixer. Her brother’s friends might be loud and obnoxious, but unlike him (and unlike her), they are honest and hard workers. If they say this strange man with no name helped them clear their debts, she believes it. Through the haze of alcohol, Ophelia begins to plan.

She goes to him on her next day off. Hands shaking, and pockets free of stolen trinkets, she sets off across town to find the stranger who smells of rotting meat. The building he resides in looks oddly crooked from the street, but once she comes to a stop in front of it, everything seems perfectly straight and perfect. A swinging wooden sign board hangs above the door, faded lettering greeting her. A brown and white bird of prey startles her nearly out of her skin when it turns its head to regard her. A barn owl, and a large one at that, looms perched upon the sign. So still and ghostly silent, she mistook it for a part of the sign. It makes no sound as she places a hand upon the door. Ophelia already feels half the courage chased right out of her, but all she can do is carry forth. 

She’s not sure what to expect. A bar or an antique store or a taxidermist’s shop? A book store or a tailor’s workshop or a woodworker’s stall? 

The cluttered mess of furnishings and knick-knacks suggests none of those things, and yet somehow all of them at once. She supposes she’d call it a “collection,” because no other word will suffice. Expensive liquor bottles sit on worn, crooked shelves where their dusty bodies barely catch the few rays of light filtering in through the building’s frosted glass windows. They’re all fine vintages, the sort of bottle that would take years of saving to purchase, things meant to be savored over the course of a lifetime. Some seem to be missing corks. Others have the necks of their bottles shattered off completely, cracks splitting from top to bottom and held in place only by the other bottles around them. There’s no care here, no reverence, no proper storage. They’re merely taking up space, like so many of the other items around them. 

Items like books with torn pages and frayed binding, or wooden figurines with chips and warping which have been tossed haphazardly into boxes in the corner. Or things like a half-done bear taxidermy, the treated hide pulled taut in some spots while puckered and folded in others, blocking pins stuck into the mannequin beneath. Everything looks like it has been ruined by neglect, thrown into whatever space the floor has available to accommodate it. A storage room left forgotten and almost hated.

So engrossed is she in looking at each object with an odd, forlorn expression on her face, that Ophelia fails to notice the building’s unusual tenant at first. She is, once again, startled near to death by movement in the corner with the taxidermied bear and the voice which speaks from beneath a disc of burnished wood. 

“It’s not often that we get visitors this time of day.” 

Once her heart stops trying to escape from her ribcage and her breathing levels out, Ophelia realizes there’s been someone there the entire time, black-clad hands running over the broken taxidermy base. His entire body’s shrouded in black, actually, the only exception being that damned mask. Ophelia stutters something out, words completely lost in the attempt, and the figure rises, and oh, she realizes that Roland’s friend had not been lying. 

The smell hits her hard. It is a cloying odious cloud, like rotting fruit and meat left in the sun to the mercy of carrion insects. It is the stench of a raw, festering wound, of sour sweat and sour dairy. She isn’t sure that she’s ever experienced such a foul cocktail of decay. It’s overwhelming, sickening, and for a moment she wants nothing more than to run to the door and forget she ever considered meeting Owlface to begin with. She tries to run for the door. 

Her legs refuse to obey, and the figure slithers closer. 

“Ah.”

He makes a tutting noise, condescending little clucks of his tongue which might be meant as soothing. 

“None of that, now. You came all this way, after all. I would be an incredibly rude host if I let you leave so soon. There’s no need to fear. I know the smell is a bit…overwhelming, but I ask that you bear with me for a moment. It will become easier to endure as you get used to it. Something about going nose-blind once you’re exposed to certain smells and all. Ah, but I am rambling. Please, tell old Owlface what it is you need. Although, I think I can hazard a guess.” 

He reaches out to touch her face and Ophelia tries to scream. Her voice won’t work, either. 

“You desire freedom. Freedom from debt. Freedom from worry. Freedom from your wastrel of a brother. Am I correct? Nod, if you will.” 

Her head bobs once, and the rotting stranger seems pleased. 

“I thought so. Fear not, dear lady. I can grant you your freedom. If you agree, in three days hence you will find yourself with a twist of good fortune upon your doorstep. Ah, you must be wondering what the catch is. You need not worry. I assure you that I want nothing but your happiness. No harm will come to you, and you shall live out the rest of your days in peace and security. That is what you desire, is it not?”  

She’ll never be able to tell just what made her nod again, what force compelled her to agree with this horrifying stranger so intimately close. Nor will there ever be a soul who Ophelia trusts to speak of that day, but she knows that like before, her body refuses to obey. Her head nods, her heart sinks, and still her legs refuse to run. 

“Very good, then. You have nothing to fuss over. I will see to every arrangement, and in three days you will forget about ever having worried in the first place.” 

He lowers his hand, and Ophelia runs

Yet, true to his word, in three days, her fate does change when a man she’s never met comes to call. His name is Raphael Marlowe, the young owner of a textile business who recently came into a moderate fortune thanks to a few investments he’d made. She’s apprehensive at first. As any young woman might be. But she has no other prospects, and Roland’s gambling debt has grown worse. Besides, Raphael is a handsome young man with dark hair and strong hands and eyes as green as an emerald. This is the solution she's been dreaming of.

She thinks nothing of the strange, cloying odor she can smell in his hair at times. Nor does she think much of his family crest, which soon becomes her family crest to be displayed proudly in their new home. She never again thinks of the stranger or his cluttered shop of things long abandoned. 

She never asks about the burnished wooden mask that Raphael keeps in a trunk of old keepsakes, its smooth surface carved with the heart-shaped features of an owl.

[eritvita]

The white flowers of hells’ fire threaten to lap at the bottom of his eyes, but his face is overtaken by that low gloam of Ophelia, riddled like incense in the curl of her eyelashes, that downy, predatory expression that comes for him to sit within Roland’s belly. He places his freed palm o'er her own that sits upon his thigh, and rubs he his thumbs upon her knuckles. “Thus is entire to consume and to be consumed, precious, and difficult to displace whence fully within that Meadow. Art thou sure, for this kiss?”

made by @ramblingsofamoonwatcher ✨✨✨

[goodbyenorthernlights]

Thinking about the Jordanes and how I love them. I really just made up a wholeass family who lives in this fantasy world of magic and dragons and stuff and went "yeah none of them have any magic or anything. there's some drama in the dad's backstory but tbh they're just pretty normal overall. they have a goat named Buttercup." My little unit of Connecticut Clarks.

[eritvita]

@ramblingsofamoonwatcher

As a friend, Emma, that, I fear, is a word…

EMMA. (2020)  Dir. Autumn de Wilde

[kit-williams]

The Yandere Space Marine Masterlist

Descriptions Modern!au

Dark Angels Azazel Erros x Mortal/Pet Secret Sin Azazel rework: Sick Thoughts

Emperor's Children Palion Hiss x Muse Beauty in the Eye

Iron Warriors Harram the Wallbreaker x Orichalcum/Ori Heartless Madness

White Scars Nogai Sengik x Хонгор I wanna be your slave

Space Wolves Captain Arkyn Joriki x Elskling War Wife

Volak x husband Algir x gn partner Baldun x wife Olgus x husband Svat x wife Rune Priest Odus x wife Hvold x wife Seven Brides for Seven Brothers

Imperial Fists Astel Redlane x Mouse The Spider Suite

Night Lords Ghosk Sevyrarek x Rabbit Run Rabbit Run

Anrir Nor x Caretaker Pastel Bats Sleeping Fields

Blood Angels Sirus Amah x Moonlight Your Blood is like Heaven to me The right shade of red

Iron Hands Vauth Marlos Marlos Vauth x Byte Automat Ozone Logic Bomb (Bispecsual)

World Eaters Zul Gospod x Spaseniye Peace of Mind

Ultramarines Tulio Sydo x Psychi/Psychoula Courage and Honor A Nymph by the river Just under the skin Gift from thevoidscreams Thundering call Clothes stealing pregnancy edition Jealous Tulio Loyalty Swap: Superbeast

Death Guard Solos Phorgur the Reaper x Lovie Toxic Love

Thousand Sons Nakht Rhan x Birdie Bye Bye Birdie

Black Legion/Luna Wolves Zhur Painbane x Dolli Quest Glaubenskraft (DD:DNE Rape) Early morning sex

Garviel Loken x ??? ???

Word Bearers Jihias Kinreaver x Lamb Sacrament of Sin

Salamanders Nubin Orenn x Bev To'ken Aishite Aishite Aishite (DD:DNE Incestous Language) Aishite Aishite Aishite (alternative)

??? Tears of a Dragonheart

Raven Guard Sor Delyn/Kazi Delax/Moremo Klaek x Dove Just Let us Adore You Love You Like a Love Song What if Dove was nervous

Alpha Legion Keeper Alpharius? x Vixen Skyfall You know my Name

Black Templars Brother Roland Lichtner x Bäckerin Venom of Venus Rein Raus Bun in the Oven Du riechst so gut Roland Penance Reaction to Backerin being pregnant

Carcaradons Tyberos the Red Wake x Ophelia The Red Tithe

Crimson Fist Pedro Kantor x ???

Astral Claws/Red Corsairs Huron Blackheart x ???

Mechanicus 91-Yrac x H3X/sweetspark The Savant

Adeptus Custodes Initial thoughts Golden Palace of the Dead

Constantin Valdor x Shard of the Emperor (Female) Sickeningly Sweet

Adonis x Smoothie To Fry an Egg

[ashiqui]

the lover is the one who waits.

roland barthes, a lover's discourse: fragments / richard siken, i had a dream about you / racquel marie, ophelia after all / holly warburton (x) / pablo neruda, sonnet lxv / sasha sloan, i’ll wait / albert camus to maria casarès, correspondance / holly warburton (x) / @insweiminghui on ig (x) / simone de beauvoir, letters to sartre / shirley jackson, the bird's nest / anne carson, eros the bittersweet

[yorgunherakles]

dramatik tiyatrodan kopuş, aynı zamanda dünya­nın ideolojik, burjuva bireysel kavranışından kopuş demek­tir. dramatik tiyatronun özünde öznellik yatar. althusser’in dediği gibi, hamlet’in tragedyası hamlet’in öznelli­ği içinde oluşur. hamlet desdemona'yı, othello ise ophelia’yı sevemezdi. iago, ancak othello’nun düşmanı, «antagonisti» olabilir; çünkü onun ideolojik karşıtıdır.

murat belge - marksist estetik

[unhingedselfships]

She/Her, Adult (30s), Irregular Schedule

You can call me Kimi, or Unhinged, or honestly whatever just as long as you tell me so I know you mean me XD

Sona is named Kimberly (Kimi) Anabiel Wichtel.

I will (maybe, I got lazy) add tags as they come up. Use this guide to follow/search/block as needed. Take care of yourself and respect your own limitations. 💜

"Yakkimi" - Tag for the Yakuza!Insertverse

"OC in the tags" - random OC "in the tags" info (I have to hunt these down and tag them so bear with me)

(Self Ship Tags)

KimiKura (Kadokura Kenshi)

(also sometimes called KadoKimi. Or "girl what is you doing?" Or "stop it. get some help.")

KimiRol (Roland Storstrand)

DaiKimi (Dojima Daigo)

KiMaji (Majima Goro)

KimRyu (Kiryu Kazuma)

AkiMi (Akiyama Shun)

KimPhe (Ophelia Atwater / @wealreadywentdownontheship)

"yakkid" and/or "yakkids" - YakkimiVerse kid/pregnancy related posts

"K Ship Writes" - Unspecified fandom/general writing

"hokkaidoe playlist" - Chipping very slowly away at the 1000+ tracks on the KimiKura-verse playlist with videos, lyrics snippets, and a tiny bit about why its on the list

"Queue-T-Pie" - Queued posts (for reasons, my drafts were getting ridic, coughanxietycough, so now they'll go in the queue XD)

I will also try to tag things with what I know are common warnings, feel free to let me know if I miss something. I'm extremely hard to trigger personally in writing/images/media (my triggers are almost all action and physical based) so I can be kind of oblivious sometimes.

Like, reply, comment, reblog freely. Spam the hell out of my notifs. Send me asks. Tag me in things. Whatever you want, I don't mind.

Ask Games run "indefinitely" so you can send those whenever.

Kimi Primary Timeline Masterlist

(the Kadokura-verse is her canon, sorrynotsorry)

Ask Game Master List

Playlists Spotify Link

YakKimi Insert Info Master List

[eritvita]

“'Twere my own fault didst I keep this Secret from thee; none of thine, please understand me. I love thee,” says he, thus in multitudes of concordant Words. His face alights with that relief, that unending Well of True Beauty at having said this. “I wilt support thee 'pon all thy endeavors, and 'pon all of thine relationships, and wilt keep my rancid edges borne through fine sifting to hath it performed as thus in Side."

made by @ramblingsofamoonwatcher✨✨✨

[daeivs]

13, 21, 30 ?

13: One of your favorite 80’s songs- Cross between Video Killed the Radio Star by The Buggles and Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush

21: A favorite song with a person’s name in the title- Ophelia by Marika Hackman

30: A song that reminds you of yourself- Believe Me by Roland Faunte

[a-cypress-tree-draws]

Seraphine and Ophelia redraw, because they were

so fucking overdue.

I tried to draw on whatever inspirations I could find for Seraphine, but it is next to goddamn impossible to find "ancient Norse-style clothing" without getting shit from that one show that plays on the History channel, which is fine, but I didn't want to just base her on one piece of fictional media, so I did literally hours of research, then drafted a couple designs, picked one, and tried to modernize it (She isn't exactly wearing it because she has to: it's meant to be ceremonial; a Norse version of papal robes). As far as Ophelia, hers isn't as dramatic of a change, but I did move some colours around and add a few details to make her whole outfit design a bit more cohesive.

Roland said they look more like sisters now, which is good. He also said that Seraphine is the cooler sibling now, which is...less good, as far as their dynamic goes.

[starfiresyugiohocs]

OC Profile: Iris

Full Name: Iris Ophelia McGinnis. Nicknames: Irey, Petals (by her grandfather), Cupcake (a nickname that happened for a good while from Alister) Aliases: N/a Nationality: American, Japanese citizenship, ⅓ Irish Birthplace: Domino City, Japan. Gender: Female (she/her, comfortable with they/them as well). Sexuality: Demisexual demi/biromantic. Age: 19-21 years old. Birthday: September 7th. Star Sign: Virgo. Occupation: Nursing student -> Pediatric nurse; counter clerk at Kame Game; book seller at Marcie’s Marvelous Books; Pro Duelist. Voiceclaim: Janet Varney.

Hair Color: Blonde. Hairstyle: Shoulder length, very thick and more shaggy than wavy (though it does curl at the ends), has long sideswept bangs over one eye. Eye Color: Violet. Skintone: Pale. Notable Features: Scar underneath her right eye. Typically wears dark, heavy makeup. Pierced ears, two piercings on the top of each ear, a tongue piercing and a naval piercing. Also got her nips pierced on a drunken dare by Maddox. After Season 4, she starts getting various tattoos as well, mainly on her arms, legs and one on her collarbone. Outfit Style: Thrifted goth, usually getting a lot of her clothes second hand or on sale. Lots of blacks, not a lot of room for other colors unless they're accents. Loves a good fishnet stockings and ripped jeans combo. After season 4 and she gets into Dueling in tournaments more and more, her younger brother finally got to go on a shopping spree and get her some new clothes, coming in touch with her roots as Kaiba's big sister but even more goth. Accessories: Silver rings on her fingers she'll find antiquing, choker necklaces (definitely a lot more of the spikey ones early on).

Personality: Very snarky and sarcastic. Suffers heavily from resting bitch face; also tends to not be able to hide it when she does not like somebody. Beyond that, however, she typically struggles with expressing emotions and vulnerability; to the point that not even her siblings have ever seen her even shed a tear. She tends to also bury a lot of her more negative emotions and feelings to "deal with it one day when she's dead". Is absolutely fantastic with kids and animals. Isn't afraid to be blunt when she needs to be and can be overly straightforward. When you've earned her respect and care, she will be the most loyal person in the world. Very much has a caretaker nature and wants to help heal everyone she can and look out for everyone. Tired Big Sister energy as well as depressed broke zillennial energy. Hobbies: Reading, annotating books,  gardening, thrift shopping, collecting Addams Family merch where she can afford it, researching anything and everything, cooking, playing different card and board games with her family. Habits/Mannerisms: Brushes her bangs back during serious talks, easily slips into neutral masks when upset, crossed arms when she doesn't have much to do with them, lip biting, hand holding for small shows of affection, eats cupcakes the way Anne Hathaway does by taking the bottoms off and smushing it on top of the frosting. Likes: Halloween, thick books, fanfiction, motorcycles, cats, history, mythology, small businesses, rainy days, anything mint chocolate, seeing karma work its magic. Dislikes: Rich people, corporate assholes, heights/flying, overly noisy places, animatronics, hard candies, sports, writing essays. Favorite Food: Chicken fried rice, mint chocolate fudge. Least Favorite Food: Caviar.

Deck: Cyber Angel. Signature Card: Cyber Angel Izana. Ranking: Wasn't much for Dueling early on, but after she starts getting into the tournaments, she starts to rank pretty well. As of the moment, she's sitting somewhere between the top 25-50 range I think, but is pushing to get further and further.

Parents: Meredith McGinnis-Butler, Steven Nesbitt (estranged, deceased), Roland Butler (step-father, views as her real Dad). Sibling(s): Henry Nesbitt (half-brother, deceased), River McGinnis (younger sibling), Flora Butler (younger half sister); Seto Kaiba (younger foster brother), Mokuba Kaiba (younger foster brother). Children: Orion Gayle (born right before Season 4). Extended Family: See family tree here. Pet(s): None at the moment, looking at getting a cat. Love Interest(s): Alister Gayle. Extensive Relationships: See post here (coming soon).

History:

Grew up being raised by her single mother. Steven was a very infrequent part of her life early on, and was not a good or loving presence and kept a firm distance.

He disappeared almost completely out of her life after the death of her half-brother, Henry, and after his reaction to her mother finding out that she both had MS and was pregnant again with River.

Showed back up when Iris was in middle school to bribe her mother into letting her and River attend a dinner with his boss, and she met the Kaiba brothers. He tried to arrange a marriage contract between her and Seto, and it became a heated battle.

Tried to put up with it to help keep an eye on Seto and Mokuba, though fought against it the best she could. The boys became like brothers to her and River.

Her Mom and Roland worked to protect the kids and eventually fell in love with each other.

Has quite a bit of trauma from Steven, as well as Gozaburo, during the time leading up to Seto taking over KaibaCorp, all that she took in an attempt to protect her siblings.'

Started taking college credits her last year of high school and even graduated high school a semester early. Went to college on a full scholarship to get her nursing degree.

Meets Alister a year before the story starts when he begins working for KaibaCorp in the IT department (all undercover to try and take them down from the inside) and they end u pbecoming friends and later something more.

[thefvrious]

full name: orion isadore rock nicknames: ian. ori birthday: november 29 age: 20/30s gender/pronouns: cis-male, he/his hometown: new orleans, louisiana sign: sagittarius religion: atheist orientation: bisexual occupation: heir/lowkey criminal family:  roland rock (father), ophelia rock (mother), elrick rock (brother), finnegan rock (brother), vela rock (sister) +: self-assured, intellectual, magnetic, direct -: foolhardy, blunt, short-tempered, overly confident blurb: the eldest of four, there is a weight on orion's shoulders being that he comes from a disgustingly wealthy and affluent family in NOLA. he abides by the rules, for the most part, but his father understands that he has certain proclivities and tendencies and allows orion to dabble in his 'extra-curriculars' so long as he is careful and keeps the family name clean. a rich boy's gotta get his thrills somewhere, right?

[kit-williams]

The Space Marines and their Darlings (so far)

I have to thank @ghouljams in the way they do sorta OC pov's and have to 100% give them credit for how I've been able to write the Yandere Space Marines without making full blown OC's like I really want to.

It will go Brother x Darling maybe I'll turn this into a masterlist once I'm done

Dark Angels Azazel x Mortal/Pet This one will probably change as Azazel and his Darling were before I embraced the OC pov idea/got the ball rolling

Emperor's Children Palion Hiss x Muse

Iron Warriors Harram the Wallbreaker x Orichalcum or Ori for short

White Scars TBD

Space Wolves Captain Arkyn x Elskling (darling in norwegian) The pack won't be mentioned here as Arkyn and them were before the OC darlings pov sort of thing but just there are 4 females, 2 males, and 1 gender neutral (referred in the story as they/them) darlings

Imperial Fists TBD

Night Lords Ghosk Sevyrarek x Rabbit

Blood Angels Sirus Amah x Moonlight

Iron Hands Vauth x Byte

World Eaters Zul x Spaseniye (Salvation in Russian) or Brass Lady

Ultramarines Tulio x Psychi/Psychoula (greek for Soul and the diminutive version of soul) When you realize you never gave the darling a nickname

Death Guard Solos Phorgur the Reaper x Lovie

Thousand Sons TBA

Black Legion TBA

Word Bearers Jihias Kinreaver x Lamb

Salamanders TBD There will be two

Raven Guard Sor Delyn, Kazi Delax, & Moremo Klaek x Dove

Alpha Legion TBA

Black Templars Brother Roland x Bäckerin

Carcaradons Tyberos the Red Wake x Ophelia

Dishonorable mention Mechanicus 91-Yrac x H3X (whom he calls sweetspark)

[lu-inlondon]

Noch ein paar Gedanken zur Timeline, die ich hoffentlich demnächst endlich mal updaten werde:

Wenn Leo und Adam 2006/07 in der 11. Klasse waren, dann sind sie vermutlich Jahrgang '90 - und damit in der ersten Folge (von der wir wissen, dass sie 2020 spielt) erst 30!

Roland wurde im Frühjahr 2006 gespatet (vermutlich im März) - weil Adam aber im Jahrbuch 2006/07 auftaucht ist er mindestens noch ein halbes Jahr in Saarbrücken geblieben; wie Ophelia schon sagt ist es aber wahrscheinlich. (Persönliche HC: Adam hat die letzte Abiprüfung abgelegt und ist dann sofort abgehauen, noch vor Zeugnisverleihung und Abifeier - sonst würde sich vermutlich niemand so explizit daran erinnern, dass er "einfach abgehauen ist". Ergäbe auch mit seiner beruflichen Laufbahn mehr Sinn, weil er er sonst nicht mit 30 schon so weit wäre.)

2002 erhält Roland die ersten 300.000 EUR aus den initialen Banküberfällen mit Onkel Boris. Ein Jahr zuvor, als er wegen illegalem Waffenbesitz verurteilt wird, hat er laut Pia "noch keinen Pfennig", besitzt vermutlich auch den Bunker am Waldrand noch nicht. Das Baumhaus, das 2006 schon ziemlich alt wirkt, wird schon vor 2002/03 dort am Waldrand gewesen sein. (Persönliche HC: Leo hat Adam und Roland von dem Moment an beobachtet, als die Schürks in den Bunker gezogen sind, etwa 2003. Da war er vermutlich so um die 13.)

Hi,

ich hätte da mal eine allgemeine Frage zum Tatort Saarbrücken.

Vorweg: ich bin schon seit der 1. Folge dabei aber ich stelle mir dennoch bei einer sache bezüglich Adams verschwinden eine Frage. Und da ich erst wieder eine Geschichte über sein verschwinden etc. gelesen hab, kam mir der Gedanke wieder.

Wir wissen ja das Adam 15 Jahre lang verschwunden war. Man liest auch immer wieder das er mit 15/16 verschwunden sei. Aber eigentlich weis man es ja nicht wirklich wann er genau in welchen alter gegangen ist. Oder hab ich da was verpasst?

Wenn Leo und Adam in der erste folge ca. 33 waren, dann müsste doch Adam mit 18 abgehauen sein oder nicht? Falls ich da jetzt irgendwo ein Fehler drin habe gerne schreiben.

Aufjedenfall fände ich 18 eigentlich ganz gut. Er ist volljährig und da würde man nicht gleich nach jemand suchen als wenn er noch unter 18 wäre. Denke auch das er vermutlich sogar noch das Abi gemacht hat und dann direkt danach abgehauen ist.

Wie denkst du darüber?

Und noch eine sache wenn man schon beim Thema ist.

Wie alt waren Leo und Adam als sie sich kennengelernt haben? Mir schwirrt im Kopf rum das sie sich schon mit 13/14 kennengelernt haben bzw. schon gekannt haben. Dann passt das auch wieder zu Leos Aussage mit : er hatt Jahrelang zu geschaut... Es muss also ein großer zeitlich Abstand gewesen sein vom kennenlernen bis zu Adams verschwinden. Und so eine innige Freundschaft wie es dargestellt wurde baut man in der regel auf.

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Hey Anon 😊,

@lu-inlondon hat mit vereinten Kräften und sehr viel Akribie eine Timeline erstellt:

Hier wird Folgendes deutlich:

Ich bin da deiner Meinung, dass er das Abi gemacht hat, bevor er gegangen ist. Dafür gibt es zwar keinen Beleg, außer, dass Adam Leo in DfL erzählt, dass er durch die Welt getingelt ist, zwischendurch dann Polizist geworden ist...für die Laufbahn des gehobenen Polizeidienstes braucht er Abi. Klar könnte er es auch nachgemacht haben oder über den mittleren Dienst in den gehobenen Dienst gekommen sein, aber ich glaube, dass er den einfachen Weg gewählt hat (ohne jetzt dafür handfeste Beweise zu haben).

Ich kann mir aber vorstellen, dass es zu Adam passt, erst nach dem Abi zu gehen.

Im neuen Tatort wird es auch eine Szene geben, die uns noch ein konkrektes Datum gibt (zumindest wurde sie gedreht und in einem der Berichte gezeigt - ich hoffe, sie findet auch ihren Weg in den fertigen Film).

Oh die Frage nach dem Kennenlernen ist eine total Spannende! Leos "wie er jahrelang gequält wurde" würde für mich auch implizieren, dass sie sich mindestens zwei Jahre gekannt haben. Im Sprachgebrauch hätte ich auch eher auf drei bis fünf getippt. Der Start dessen wäre aber vermutlich die Prügelei, in der Leo am Boden liegt. Da scheint es mir, als würde er Adam zum ersten Mal wirklich sehen und sie sich kennenlernen. Wobei auch das ein Trugschluss sein könnte und vielleicht hat Leo aus seinem Baumhaus heraus Adam schon vorher beobachtet und wusste, was dort geschieht.

Das wiederum wäre ein spannender Gedanke, was ihre Freundschaft betrifft. Hmm. Was meinst du denn?