#Mariko Sama

[ariadnethedragon]

Blackthorne x Mariko

SHŌGUN (2024)

[king-sassy08]

I was tagged by @boyd-clowder to make a poll asking which one of my five favorite characters is your favorite :3c

My 5 tags (sorry if you already got tagged by someone else ><): @prismaticate @raphoblogs @jackest-jack @somsnosas and @idkwhattoputformyusername :0

[oldfarmerbillswife]

"At Confession she said nothing. He did not press her. Her eyes told him nothing and everything, but never was there anything real to judge... He was tormented by the fanatic zeal welling up inside of him."

Shōgun, Chapter 45; James Clavell (1975).

[sinnaminie]

Plushie Toda Mariko 🥰

[pluckywallflower]

Me: reading 270 pages of Shogun waiting for Mariko to appear

Me: when Mariko is finally introduced

[shen-ne]

YESSS!! I shouted Freedom at my screen. My smart-bilingual-skilled in the art of sword fighting-and sublime lady "Mariko-sama" is free from her asshole of a husband.

Now the thing is we technically didn't see him dying he just disappeared behind houses surrounded by his armed enemies. So is there a chance he appears later on in the season? Likely 😔 But for now, let me enjoy my girl going through her journey and experiencing life without this burden!

[oldfarmerbillswife]

I think you're right in your interpretation of his line against the sand being a form of defiance in some way. I'm not sure if at this point he'll accept these customs as they are and not shake things up. I remember when they told him not to stand on the sand when he got his house with Fuji the first time because it was considered very rude. With that memory, I'd say he intentionally disrespected the garden. As a statement against the grain. He's going to stand out even more at this point 💀💀

I do not believe John knows more Japanese than he lets on.

I know Father Alvito really respected Mariko as a friend-- naturally, as a close friend of over a decade, I could see him being willing to translate for John despite what quarrels John sees between Catholics and Protestans. But I think John would have to set aside his pride, which I do NOT see him doing.

Even then, that's only in Osaka, in enemy territory. The problem with that is, if John gets back to Toranaga, he won't even accept Alvito's translation, right?! So who will translate for him in Toranaga's presence?!

Maybe Rodrigues, the Spaniard?! I know they hate each other at this point but c'monnn, their chemistry was good when they were buds for two seconds 🤣 and what occasion would bring a guy at that low of a level, to Toranaga's presence?!

Who knows!!! ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Your post got me really contemplating these ideas 🤔😭😭😭

Shogun ep 9 has me reeling with all the implications but one that struck me that I haven’t seen anyone talk about is that now John is stranded without a translator. I know he has some basic Japanese but he still seems lost in most meaningful conversations and now that Mariko has sacrificed herself, he has lost both his love and his way of communicating.

His only alternative is the Portuguese catholic priests and I imagine he would rather not be at their mercy…. I’m just curious how he’s going to survive in this world without her :( did Mariko confess to Alvito her feelings for John and will his friendship and admiration for her enable him to help John out?

Also if anyone has any ideas about the meaning of John drawing the line in the sand during Mariko’s confession scene… was he drawing a cross to pray to? Was he doing it as an act of defiance against the facade of structure and rules they are trapped in?? Im lost on that one…

[probably-impossible]

Guide to Troubled Birds Samurai

[calodoodles]

“A man may go to war for many reasons: conquest, pride, power. But a woman is simply at war.” —Akechi Mariko (Shogun)

[dgct2]

Hiroyuki Sanada, Anna Sawai, and Cosmo Jarvis behind the scenes photoshoot for Emmy Magazine.

[cinematic-phosphenes]

My reaction to Episode 8:

[the-fangirl-diaries]

Funny, story, I thought I'd be able to watch one show specifically for the cinematography, soundtrack and writing and because the trailer made it look genuinely interesting. And then suddenly, this guy shows up out of nowhere with this ponytail and his Jedi robes -- I'm not kidding, they used the old movie/series as a reference for Obi Wan's robes -- and his rare smile and his brown eyes shows up suddenly, I've got 98 screenshots, 12 edits, have read 3 fanfictions.

If evil, why hot?

[kahixxi]

My fav slice of life manga: 

What a Wonderful World! (Inio Asano) My Broken Mariko (Waka Hirako) Dead Dead Demon's Dededededestruction (Inio Asano) The Gods Lie. (Kaori Ozaki) Blue Flag (KAITO) Solanin (Inio Asano) Hoshi of Girls' Garden (Yama Wayama) With You and the Rain (Kou Nikaidou) Our Happy Hours (Sumomo Yumeka)

[manderley]

Anna Sawai standing ovation 👏

[jomiddlemarch]

And thy mercy shall follow me

6. She woke at dawn.

She lay on her side, her face turned to the courtyard which was filling with the morning’s light. There was a perfect clarity in how it made everything which had been one in night become individual and beautiful in the way of ordinary things. She felt herself like the night’s shadows, a darkness without border, cold and alone. Bereft.

It was a terrible moment to wake and feel John was dead.

She sobbed, once, and swallowed the sound.

“Hush, my lady, all is well,” John said.

She was so startled, she could not move. And then she became aware she could not move because she was held in the circle of his arms, her head pillowed on one, the other wrapped around her. She held his hand in hers, clasped against her breast, their fingers laced together. It was a lovers’ embrace, one she had never shared with her husband, nor any man. He was alive and though warm, his fever had dropped and the hand that she held was steady.

“You are better,” she said. “The Lord has brought you through your crisis.”

“…though I shall go in the midst of shadow of death; I shall not dread evils, for thou art with me,” he said, the Portuguese slower than usual. He was trying to give her the feeling of the English words, how they rang in his mind. “Thou, Mariko, hast brought me through—”

“That is blasphemy,” she said. Aghast, she could not yet ignore the spark of joy within herself to be arguing with him again. The overwhelming sense of peace that came from lying with him and knowing him to be alive, to be still inviolably, himself.

“You already knew me to be a heretic,” he said. “I can’t see how this should trouble you any more than any other transgressions of mine.”

Mariko was silent.

Beneath her, she felt John’s arm become tense.

“You are not truly wroth, are you, Mariko-sama? I intended only to express my gratitude for what you have done for me. How much it meant to me to hear your voice through the pain and the terror. To feel your hands upon me, so gentle, when everything else hurt so greatly,” he said. She had never heard him sound shy before, never beseeching, vulnerable. She did not believe any man of her acquaintance would allow himself such openness with a woman who was not a courtesan, paid for pleasure and even more, discretion.

“I am not angry. I am not even as surprised as I ought to be,” she said. Their hands were still clasped, pressed against her bare skin as her robe had loosened in the night. She looked within herself for shame or dismay, could find nothing but relief. Gladness. 

There was a tremendous comfort in being close to him and she would have to give it up.

Soon enough.

“Sugi will come in shortly, with a meal and tea,” she said. It was a warning, rendered in the most delicate fashion.

“And we should not be found thus,” he said, blunt and bold as before he’d fallen ill. Himself.

“No,” she said. “But a few moments remain.” 

A few, little enough to satisfy. To live on.

“My cup runneth over,” he said.

[witcherislovewitcherislife]

"Let your hands be the last to hold her."

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