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yuri-is-online · 6 months ago

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@karmablacks I'm technically studying law so I got too defense brained thinking about this :/ right anyway. When accusing someone of murder you must consider, did they have the means? The motive? The opportunity? Of the five persons of interest MC finds listed, I think all of them made that short list because they have the means to have committed a murder. That leaves motive and opportunity, which leads me to be comfortable excluding Alan, wanting more information on Jiro, Towa, and Ed, and ambivalent about Rui.

Excluding Alan

Alan specifically says he thinks that he killed Dante during the Clash, unless Dante was the victim of the One Eyed Sleeping Beauty Murder (which I will henceforth be abbreviating as OES murder because fuck typing all that) then I see no reason he would not have said as much during Episodes 2 and 5. If he started the Clash then I think that would factor into his guilt and weigh on him immensely, it would be something he thinks about regularly. Dante does not only have one eye, he's got four and we know from Haku that multiple people went past the point of no return during the Clash. We are looking at a murder that specifically started a war, not one that resulted from it.

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We know the least about him out of everyone on the list, but there is just enough to understand why he's there. He was in a coma for a very long time and still hasn't healed, if he is on the suspect list presumably he was not in a coma during the murder but might have entered it after. His combat skills are good enough to protect Yuri who has none, he has multiple wounds on his body that aren't closing, and he outright refuses to spar with Luca on the basis of it being a "bad idea." I am very comfortable with him having the means to commit a murder, the question is whether or not he would have seen it as a murder. One of his first voicelines is about "giving them death because that is what they wanted." If he did kill our victim, there is a chance it was a mercy kill that other parties disagreed on, hence the Clash.

Also did you catch the bloody gloves he's holding in the teaser? I did, it made me wonder if we will learn more about the murder in the next Episode.

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He would have been a first year during the Clash, meaning that while he might not be new to life he was new to Darkwick and we have all seen how he acts towards new people he doesn't like. Haru felt the need to tell him not to use lightning underwater, he's not exactly the most familiar with how to treat things gently and with care. Sure, Towa is currently interested in romance and love, but Ed accuses him of not always being that way and refusing to see anything weaker than him as having value. We don't know why that changed, and until we do he remains someone who wouldn't necessarily need a specific motive for murder and has the powers to kill someone. The main problem with Towa is that if he was the person who murdered the victim, his method would be very easy to identify. He controls the weather and likes poisonous flowers, we need to know how the victim died before we can determine how strong or weak of a suspect Towa is.

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This bitch has been technically undead for 400 + slutty slutty years, and the one time he stopped watching tiddy streamers to help Rui with a mission he leveled an entire building. Chances are pretty good he's killed someone before and wouldn't have a problem doing it again. This is where we look at motive and opportunity, Ed is really only ever active at night and claims he cannot go out into the sun. Was our victim murdered during the day? Then that makes it less likely to be Ed. There is technically a difference between just killing someone and murdering them, murder implies a degree of intent. You wanted that person to be dead, who would Ed have enough of a vendetta against to actually want dead? And was our victim someone who would fit that description?

Ambivalence about Rui

Rui kills people by touching them and draining their life force. Based off of what we see he does to Ed and the butterfly on the homescreen, it looks like this causes them to disintegrate. While I have no doubt that Rui has killed people on accident before, is this case really one where that's what could have happened? From what we have seen of him I don't think he is someone who would have the motive to murder someone. Means and opportunity sure, not motive. But again, as with Towa, how can he be under the same level of suspicion as the others if his would be method of murder is so specific? I could see him as the murderer if it was an accident, and it's one of the reasons he feels the need to repent. Which rounds out my thoughts and brings me to:

What I Want to Know

I want the name, year, and age of the victim, when they died (estimated), and the suspected cause of death. Also why is this murder called what it is, why did it cause the Clash, and most importantly:

What could have possibly happened to that body that your suspect list has such a wide variety of possible murder methods, or are Darkwick investigators just that dumb and afraid of ghouls that they immediately accused who they think are the five most dangerous (in no particular order) without taking any of that into account? And is that murder what Taiga, Tohma, and Alan all are talking about when they say there is a spy intent on making the ghouls look bad?

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flo-zoinks · 15 days ago

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do you think Dutch every truly cared about Arthur, John, oe any of the gang members? Or he only cared about how useful they were to him? How loyal they were to him?

I think he cared genuinely to an extent, especially when it came to Arthur, he just ultimately cared about himself more and his own ego. Just my take tho, it's a bit more complex than that but I really don't know how to word it :")

Good take!! Thanks for asking me ♡

In short (if possible), I think Dutch cared, but other factors were a lot more dominating than that love.

To Dutch, I believe his biggest goal in life was his image. Dutch's idea of a perfect person was someone who took in and protected the rejected and weak around him, who didn't follow and submit to the society around him, who longed for freedom and spoke wise words about not conforming. Whilst this idea of a perfect person might not be what everyone else thinks at all, it's what he does. Arthur and John fell into that image - the people someone perfect would protect and care for, and teach his own ways. So Dutch believed he cared for them, being that perfect person, and acted as someone who would. That's why I think he did things that looked like caring, (what he believed was), but when it came to things that werent obvious, or took too much work he deemed necessary, he allowed other factors to dominate that caring feature of a person to mentally ignore them whilst still feeling good about himself.

That's why I think he was so easily able not to save Arthur, his son, in chapter 6. A Father, or a Mother who truly loves their child as they should wouldn't give up that love so easily, as Dutch did. No matter the current issues, they would save their child, at the risk of their own life easily. Dutch allowed that judgement and voices to enter his head so quickly, and used it to allow himself to abandon his child, telling himself it fit the criteria of a perfect person as "they deserved that." It was easier to do that, then to have to make a decision that could possibly harm his own idea of himself.

Take for instance, Dutch's jailbreaks. If Arthur goes to jail for a prolonged time, theres a good chance Dutch will break him out in the game. However when Arthur gets kidnapped by the O'Driscolls, I dont think Dutch went to look for him past the jails and saloons. A caring person would search where he thought would fit, like those jails and saloons. Someone who loved further and actually cared like a Father would search and put in countless hours to retrieve their loved one, but once he'd finished feeling like a good person didn't care to look further.

So generally because I'm so close to going off topic lmfao, I think his belief that he cared manifested into a little actual care, however wasn't as big as he pretended. He saw them as assets, as parts that existed to him to help him feel good about himself, as tools. The people around him, Reverend, Molly and so on exist to stroke his ego and tell him he's a saviour, he's so smart and perfect. But when Arthur and John begin to openly doubt and judge him whilst Micah doesn't, he sees it easier to believe Micah's words and follows the route that reminds him hes perfect, meaning he doesnt need to care for Arthur and so on to feel good about himself. Their purpose doesn't work anymore, their used up and broken, so that care disappears.

That's also how I view the American Venom scene, when Dutch shoots Micah. At that point, Dutch sees the full maliciousness and "evil" in Micah's words, and realises his mind will never be able to twist things and his own views to justify their actions anymore. So to still feel well about himself, he shoots Micah. Besides, 'that's what a good person would do, right?' He still doesn't need John, still sees him as someone who will damage his self-image, so therefore not worth his attention and a traitor to him, but is perhaps a little less hostile to him. He's reminded a good person should still care for him, and Arthur, so treats it as his final act of 'love' he can perform. His final moment of 'caring'.

Am I yapping any sense ? Not really. Am I tired? Ya! But this is just my personal view! I agree with u fo sho so thanks for the ask!! I'm so grateful I love these so much. I'd also love to see other opinions or views on this❤❤🌟

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avatarl0v3r · 2 years ago

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Chapter 1| The Sully Family

Warnings/notes: Like i said basic avatar shit, italics = Na'vi and jakes monologue, also i’m currently writing both this and the first movie, have fun reading lovely’s

side note about y/n: she has white hair, and has a close connection the the creatures and life (including her kids) around her and she can feel their emotions and pain

Taglist 🏷️: @ladylovegood-69 @brookesbizzareadvendture @jakesully-sbabygirl @minkyungseokie

"The forest of Pandora hold many dangers, But the most dangerous thing about Pandora is that you may grow to love her too much."

You take your aim at the viper wolf a few feet away from you as you pull the string back it gets caught on your stomach causing you to have to readjust your form letting the arrow fly through the air with a grunt.

you walk back to the village with your pray slung over your shoulder upon entering neytiri runs up to you "where have you been?" she then notices the viper wolf slung over your shoulder "you were hunting?! what about the baby? is the baby alright?" she says trying to turn you and check for any wounds or signs that you got hurt.

you hissed and slapped her hand away "im not a baby, im an adult, and i may be pregnant, but that doesn't mean im growing weak im strong enough to take care of myself and my baby," you say angry with the way she was treating you since you became pregnant shes been treating you like a baby "i think of my child all the time its the first thing i think of in the morning, if i want to hunt ill hunt, now if you'll kindly move out of my way" you say walking past her.

your mother came from behind neytiri "you've made her angry" neytiri let out a irritated sigh "she was out hunting without thinking of the baby" your mother smiled at her daughter "y/n is perfectly fine, if she wants to hunt let her, she doesnt want to feel like a burden to anyone just because shes pregnant, she has a strong spirit and strong willed, she'll do what she wants and no one will be able to stop her" she said smiling at neytiri.

"even while pregnant y/n wouldnt listen to anyone at all, not even me something about that made me love her even more."

"Lie si oe Neteyamur, Nawma Sa'nokur mìfa oeyä, Atanti ngal molunge Mipa tìreyti, mipa 'itanti Lawnol a mì te'lan, Lawnol a mì te'lan" (I experiment Neteyam, To the great mother inside me, You brought me light, New life, new goal, Great happiness that is in my heart, Great happiness that is in my heart).

you sang holding a woven line with beads in your hand slowly moving your fingers across every bead, singing a different story which each one your fingers touched.

"We sing the songcords to remember, each bead, a story in our life, a bead for the birth of our son" the whole clan in the forest standing in a circle, the same way they did when jake become on of the people jake was in the middle holding your son in the air, your arm on jake while your other hand was being held by your mothers.

you watched as neteyam was lifted in the air being welcomed as one of the people you smiled at the sight "Neteyam" and the rest of the Na'vi repeated.

"Zola'u nìprrte', ma Kiri, Ngati oel munge soaiane, Lie si oe atanur, Pähem parul, ti'ongokx ahuta, Lawnol a mì te'lan, Lawnol a mì te'lan" (Welcome, Kiri, I experiment the light, A miracle arrives, a born comes to me, Great happiness that is in my heart, Great happiness that is in my heart).

"A bead when we adopted our daughter, Kiri" you and jake stood on one side, while norm stood on the other side of the glass tank that held graces avatar watching her stomach grow throughout the months "born of graces avatar, a daughter whos conception was a total mystery."

"A bead for the first communion with Eywa" you, jake and the rest of the clan were at the soul tree everyone's singing voice filling the air around "The people say we live in Eywa, and Eywa lives in us," your mother connects neteyams queue the the tree as you look over and smile "the great mother holds all her children in her heart."

"Ma Eywa, ma Eywa" you finish singing as you stood up to put the songcord back in its safe place, jake looks at you lovingly as you stop singing.

your sitting down with kiri and lo'ak as jake holds neteyam as if he was toruk flying above pandora "Happiness is simple," you flap your arms as if you were toruk flying around your kids "but who would've thought a jarhead like me would crack the code" jake watched as kiri and loak followed you.

your whole family is laying together you telling the story of how you first met their family the kids smile and watch you talk with interest in their eyes "when i first met your father i was trying to kill him, he was to loud, and he acted like a baby not knowing what to do" you tell them.

they let out little laughs, not believing that their mother would've tried to kill their father "it was love at first sight." as you all sunggled close to go to bed, while you laid there awake wondering about these dreams Eywa has been plaguing you with, there was fire and destruction, the sky was dark full of smoke and ashes, you felt the emotions of the creatures around you, pain and sorrow is all you felt from them.

but you didnt let those dreams bother you, but it was always there replaying in the back of your head, if the sky people did return and there was another war you would fight to protect your people and the people you loved, but this time your kids would be involved and that thought scared you,

only Eywa knew about what was to come and she was warning you of what dangers were lurking around the corner.

#avatar #avatar x reader #avatar way of water #jake sully #lo’ak #neteyam #jake sully x reader #avatar fanfiction #jake x you #atwow x you #atwow jake #jake sully x omaticaya!reader #jake sully x na'vi reader #avatar james cameron #avatar the way of water

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mybraindumps · 3 months ago

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I have not felt so unsettled as I have in the past few days, weeks, months (?) in a long time.

Infact I would go as far to say that the last year or so has been the best year of my life so far, not just in comparison whatever my life was before, but it was objectively a great year that anyone would be lucky to have lived.

I was wondering if all the high of a new life was draining out and the best parts of living by myself are fading the serious adulting things start to put me down but I don't think that's true.

I think what it is, is this sense of lack of control over my own life. Like too many external factors deciding what sort of day or week it's gonna be for me, emotionally or otherwise. I could have a really great day but there's no sense of control because I am contantly dreading when things will turn bad? And similarly I could have a really shitty day randomly and I feel completely stuck and powerless about doing anything about it.

A big big part of this is my fucked up client. Everyone's saying I have done such a good job, and maybe I have but people who are overly sweet generally, but turn into absolute monsters when things go even a little wrong or not according to them are I think worse than monsters who are always monsters.

Like, this bitch, would make our lives hell if she's upset about something, but all the other time she sounds so composed and logical and like you try to be mad but she just keeps flipping back and forth. And I am not fucking okay with this.

Why should my day depend on how she's feeling? And I didn't even fucking realise it but this has been going on for months. Easily 6 months or over. And it's not like we never make mistakes, we totally do. So in the beginning, I just thought, oh it was my fault, it's okay for her to react like that. But then you wonder how many faults were real and how may faults were cooked up out of nothing.

How many faults were their lack of understanding and miscommunication and scapegoating cause they do not even fucking know what they want and will flip whenever and think they are smarter cause she has an MBA or her title reads Marketing lead?

Answer me this. Why is the marketing lead fuming over oe single social media post being delayed? You take care of the entire marketing and this is your biggest fucking concern you entitled prick?

There are other things too, and I originally thought I feel lost cause too much is happening but I didn't even realise how done I was with the work shit.

I was just proud of myself for dealing with everything they threw at us, and yes, that's definitely something to be proud of, why did you forget it'd still affect you?

That even though you know your job is perfectly safe, being called out in front of everyone wouldn't affect you. That too when you did nothing wrong. You, who remembers what your nursery best friend wanted to be when she grows up, that you, thought that this wouldn't affect you cause you have a supportive team and you just wouldn't think about it?

They have to go, or you need to be taken off the brand. I don't care how many ideas you have about what all they can do, they can find someone else to deal with her if they can't findone else to deal with. Either way, not your problem.

Just becuae you can do everything, doesn't mean you have to. She's just like Kuber. No wonder their initials match. I have never ever taken the name of someone from my actual life here. Seems like I am gonna hate these two for the rest of my life.

But also, I don't really think that's true. You'll never have any positive things to say about them, but the second you are off, and never have to deal with her again, you'll forget. Like you forgot every other client who has been an ass to you. I guess Kuber will hold a special hate in your heart cause he wasn't a client, he was your boss, and you weren't used to asshole bosses. And you kind of walked into it knowing (or atleast sensing something off) he was an asshole.

Anyway, the point of this, your environment and the people you interact with on a regular basis will always affect you. Which is why you need to contantly watch your company. Getting out of shit once doesn't mean you can never fall right back into it. And mental health is kinda the same.

I am really fucking proud of you for doing everything you did, and got where you are but its also okay to realise that things haven't been great lately. And you can always prioritise getting better again and again, as many times as you need to.

I mean you did once, and you did it so well. This one's gonna be a breeze. Okay, maybe not, but its okay.

3:00 pm 11.10.24

#apparantly it was meantal health day yesterday #is this the result of reading too many mental health day posts?#I am inclined to say no because that makes me feel like my feelings are unreal if they aren't idk natural?#but they are natural #the whole point of having observances is to prioritise something that may otherwise be overlooked #if it made you reflect a little bit harder then the job is done #stop being so bitchy about everything #if nothing else you had been feeling uneasy for weeks but now you figured out why #congratufuckinglations girl #my brain dumps

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clippydiddy · 3 years ago

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blackswaneuroparedux · 4 years ago

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Anonymous asked: I really enjoy your erudite and literary posts about James Bond in your blog very much. Your most recent post about Connery as best cinematic Bond and Dalton as the best literary Bond was brilliant. Although the PC brigade have been inching towards making Bond a woman or even non-white, Ian Fleming’s legacy of a suave but cold hearted English gentleman spy hasn’t been completely trashed. As someone familiar with Fleming literary lore can you also tell me where was James Bond educated? Was it Oxford or Cambridge? I was having a discussion over Zoom with friends and the Oxonians like myself thought it was Oxford because in Casino Royale with Daniel Craig it’s made very plain it was Oxford. Your thoughts?

I appreciate your kind words about my posts on James Bond and his creator Ian Fleming. It’s very hard to ignore the cinematic James Bond because he is very much an icon of our modern culture that needs no translation to transcend across cultures. Alongside Sherlock Holmes, another British literary and cinematic export, the name alone speak for itself.

James Bond appeals to both genders very well.

For the men, Bond dresses well and lives in a care free way. He is both ferociously intelligent and resourceful to get out of any tight corner. He drives incredible cars (from the incredibly stylish Aston Martin DB5 to the incredibly awful AMC Hornet) and uses awesome technology (he is the archetypal boy with toys). He's not afraid to get down in the dirt to fight or engage in lethal gun-play and spectacular car chases. He sleeps with beautiful women, regardless how strong and independent they are (or even lesbian if we’re being honest about Pussy Galore).

For us ladies, while he's not averse to action, he's also a cultured gentleman with suave and sophisticated manners. He's also a generally pretty good looking guy. In many ways, he's a conventional male ideal. So while his conventional good looks and manners aren't for everyone, they hit right the sweet spot of what women like. For everyone, he's a spy! Not at a grey real world nondescript spy, but a cool spy fighting larger than life bad guys whose bland sartorial choices scream mad super villain. It's a very black and white world that James Bond lives in. These bad guys truly are villainous in the desire to re-order humanity, and we need a debonair British MI6 agent to save us from these mad men who want to harm us by laying waste to a bonkers Armageddon.

When all is said and done I think that what makes James Bond so iconic across gender and generations is what Raymond Chandler wrote back in 1959, “every man wants to be James Bond and every woman wants to be with him”.

That sounds about right. Men want to be him, women want to be with him.

I know my first introduction to James Bond was through my grandfather on my Anglo-Scots father’s side who was a dashing gentleman in his day with a long rumoured hush hush work for Her Majesty’s government firmly shoved under the carpet to avoid further discussion that he - being self-effacing and humble - would find embarrassing that would paint him in any heroic light. Years later he had bought his Bahamas beach pile in Harbour Island out in the Caribbean for the family to rest up from cold winters in Britain. Amongst his immense stack of books dotted around the place were (and still are) first editions of Flemings novels which a few were signed by the author as he on occasion met Ian Fleming when he would sail over to Jamaica (they were also OEs which helped). We were not allowed to touch these but instead picked up the dog earred paperbacks that still retained their 60s musty smell.

On my teen sojourns there I would spend time along with my siblings just reading anything we could find to take to the beach or lounge around in a hammock or a chaise longue. That’s how I came to read the Fleming books - really out of necessity to avoid boredom on a beach (which isn’t really my thing as I prefer the rugged outdoors). But I was pleasantly surprised how well written the books were and I actually enjoyed the stories; it was a refreshing change from the more heavy literary tomes I was trying hard to wade through. As for the Bond films, I watched them on film nights at boarding school; I remember having a school girl crush on Connery, Dalton, and Brosnan.

There are many reasons for the successful longevity of James Bond in popular culture and literature but perhaps one of the most pertinent to our discussion is that James Bond is actually a blank slate and therefore malleable as a character and so he can capture the current zeitgeist in time.

This ability of the film to adapt to different generations while remaining relevant is an important factor for its longevity. For example, the early James Bond films were unashamedly sexist with characters using women as objects and discarding them. In the most recent James Bond films, certainly starting with Timothy Dalton, there is a subtle change in attitude with a few chauvinist attitudes.

James Bond today is more serious, seduces fewer women, and is more respectful towards women in his life, including his boss. This shows how the film changes concerning the rise of feminism in the West. For example, Miss Moneypenny used to be a minor character in the very first James Bond films. Today, she is more formidable and doesn’t tolerate sexist remarks.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this blank slate malleability that has allowed different actors that have been cast to play James Bond their own way - rather than get a straight like for like Scottish sounding actor to replacing Connery for example the film producers went across to Moore via Lazenby for example - and letting each actor imbue the super spy with different moods. They each added their own colour from the same broad palate to create different tones. However, each of these characters maintained the essential character that defines James Bond. The actors have broadly stayed true to the inherent mix of character and class associated with James Bond.

For this reason I have some empathy towards your concern that Bond would be held hostage to the current zeitgeist of white washing or genderising everything so as to avoid being a victim of cancel culture. But it’s only empathy because I feel there is a danger of misunderstanding just who James Bond is and what he represents.

What do I mean by this?

I mentioned James Bond is a malleable character to the point he’s presented as a blank slate. This is ‘literally’ true - certainly as far as the books go. Ian Fleming doesn’t tell us much about Bond other than his appearance in his books. Indeed - as I mentioned in my past blog post on Connery as the best Bond - Fleming wasn’t convinced by Connery as Bond. He was reported to have said, ‘I’m looking for Commander Bond and not an overgrown stuntman’ and even dismissed Connery as “that fucking truck driver”. Fleming has good reason to rage. His Bond as written in the books was someone like him.

Like Fleming, Bond was an Eton educated Englishman; an officer and a (rogue) gentleman who was a lieutenant-commander in Naval Intelligence. As Connery began to wow and win over Fleming as Bond, Fleming had a change of heart. Fleming in his later Bond books re-wrote a half-Scottish ancestry for Bond as a tribute to Connery’s portrayal. Bond’s Scottish father was a Royal Navy captain and later an arms dealer, Andrew Bond from Glencoe; and his mother, Monique Delacroix, was Swiss from an industrial family. Bond himself was born in Zurich. Bond isn’t English at all but half-Scots and half-Swiss according to literary canon.

So I mention this because the question who can play James Bond is not as straight forward as it might seem.

But clearly we now have a canon of work, both cinematically and in the literature, where we have base line of who Bond is - or what audiences could possibly suspend their disbelief and go with what is presented to them as James Bond.

I do vaguely remember the hullabaloo and hand wringing around Daniel Craig playing Bond because he didn’t conform to the traditional tall, dark, and handsome trope of James Bond super suave spy. People couldn’t get past his blond hair. Some still can’t. But in my humble opinion he has been an outstanding James Bond and has reimagined Bond in a fresh and exciting way. Craig is in fact mining the Fleming books for his characterisation of Bond as a suave, gritty, humourless killer of the books. Dalton got there before him but that’s a moot point. To our current generation Craig has modernised Bond and dusted 007 down from being a relic of the Cold War to being a relevant 21st Century super spy.

Can anyone play James Bond OO7? Yes and no. It’s arguing that two different things are one and the same. They are not. James Bond is separate from OO7.

Can a woman play Jane Bond or a black woman or non-white man play Black Bond? Respectfully, no. That’s not who James Bond is.

James Bond is a flesh and blood character with a specific genealogical history - whether in the books or on the screen. This Bond has literary back story that is canon and makes him who he is. Bond does transcend time - he can’t be 38 years old for over 75 years in the real world - but at the same time his character only makes sense when rooted in a specific historic context we know existed (and still exists) and not some wishy washy make believe fantasy of British society. He’s an Old Etonian and therefore an upper middle class male product of the British establishment that is identifiable in a very British cultural context.

Jane Bond would have to have gone to Cheltenham Ladies College, Benneden, or Roedean I suppose if we are talking about equivalence - but such girls’ boarding schools were not the breeding ground for future spies (more likely they married them or became trusted secretaries in the intelligence services as well as flower arranging in their Anglican parish church).

I believe they are letting in black pupils on bursaries at Eton these days to be more inclusive but again it’s an an exception not the rule and Eton doesn’t even get public credit for the inclusive work they try to do because it’s not well known.

Moreover we know Bond loses his Scottish-Swiss parents in a skiing accident. I don’t mean to sound racist but I ski a lot in Switzerland and I can say you don’t really find droves of non-white skiers on the slopes of Verbier or Zermatt. Of course there are a few but it’s the exception and not the norm. Again, I’m not trying to be racist but just point out some obvious things when it pertains to the credibility of character that underlines who Bond is. You pull one thread out of the literary biography and the danger is the rest of the tapestry will unravel.

Of course one could try and go for a Black Bond on screen and then hope there is a huge suspension of belief on the part of the audience. But I suspect it’s a bridge too far. It just doesn’t fit. Audiences around the world have an image of who Bond is - British at the very least but also male (damaged and flawed in many ways) and coming from a specific British social class background that serves as an entree to a closed world of English gentleman clubs, Savile Row, English sports cars, and the hushed corridors of Whitehall.

Any woke film maker with an ounce of creative vision and talent and one who is invested in this would be better off creating a new character entirely - with their own specific biography that is both believable and relatable. Can you imagine an American James Bond? What a ghastly thought. Or worse a Canadian one? Canadians are far too nice and far too apologetic to produce a cruel cold eyed killer. But look what clever film makers like Spielberg and Lucas did with Indiana Jones and even later Doug Liman did with Jason Bourne - both fantastic creations that are part of the cultural zeitgeist now.

Or look at Charlize Theron who plays a MI6/CIA/KGB triple agent in Atomic Blonde or Rebecca Ferguson as Ilsa Faust in any of the Mission Impossible movies. I would eagerly watch any movies with these two badass women on the screen. All this talk about making Bond a woman or even coloured is just lazy thinking at best and at worst kow towing to the populist tides of PC brigade.

But I firmly believe one can have a female and a person of colour portraying 007. This is because James Bond and OO7 are two different things entirely. Many mistakenly believe 007 is Bond’s own code name and specific alias to him alone.

007 is a license to kill for a very specialised kind of intelligence officer. Bond has that privilege for as long as he serves at the service of Her Majesty’s pleasure. His 007 license can be revoked - and it has been in the past Bond films - and he’s back to being a just another desk jockey civil servant in Whitehall. So my point is OO7 is not sacred to Bond’s identity. Bond could continue to be Bond even if M took away his 007 license to kill.

The origins of the Double O title may date to Fleming's wartime service in Naval Intelligence. According to World War Two historian Damien Lewis in his book Churchill's Secret Warriors, agents of the Special Operations Executive (SOE) were given a “0” prefix when they became "zero-rated" upon completion of training in how to kill. As part of his role as assistant to the head of naval intelligence, Rear Admiral John Godfrey (himself the inspiration for M), Fleming acted as liaison to the SOE.

In the novel Moonraker it’s established that the section routinely has three agents concurrently; the film series, beginning with Thunderball, establishes the number of OO agents at a minimum of 9. Fleming himself only mentions five OO agents in all. According to Moonraker, James Bond is the most senior of three OO agents; the two others were OO8 and OO11. The three men share an office and a secretary named Loelia Ponsonby. Later novels feature two more OO agents; OO9 is mentioned in Thunderball and OO6 is mentioned in On Her Majesty's Secret Service.

Other authors have elaborated and expanded upon the OO agents. While they presumably have been sent on dangerous missions as Bond has, little has been revealed about most of them. Several have been named, both by Fleming and other authors, along with passing references to their service records, which suggest that agents are largely recruited (as Bond was) from the British military's special forces.

Interestingly, In the novel You Only Live Twice, Bond was transferred into another branch and given the number 7777, suggesting there was no active agent 007 in that time; he is later reinstated as 007 in the novel The Man with the Golden Gun. As an aside, in Fleming's Moonraker, OO agents face mandatory retirement at 45 years old. However Sebastian Faulks's Devil May Care (an authorised Bond adventure from the Fleming estate and therefore arguably could be considered canon) features M giving Bond a choice of when to retire - which explains why Roger Moore (God bless) went past his sell by date.

In the films the OO section is a discrete area of MI6, whose agents report directly to M, and tend to be sent on special assignments and troubleshooting missions, often involving rogue agents (from Britain or other countries) or situations where an "ordinary" intelligence operation uncovers or reveals terrorist or criminal activity too sensitive to be dealt with using ordinary procedural or legal measures, and where the aforementioned discretionary "licence to kill" is deemed necessary or useful in rectifying the situation.

The World is Not Enough introduces a special insignia for the 00 Section. Bond's fellow OO agents appear receiving briefings in Thunderball and The World Is Not Enough. The latter film shows a woman in one of the 00 chairs. In Thunderball, there are nine chairs for the OO agents; Moneypenny says every 00 agent in Europe has been recalled, not every OO agent in the world. Behind the scenes photos of the film reveal that one of the agents in the chairs is female as well. As with the books, other writers have elaborated and expanded upon the OO agents in the films and in other media.

In GoldenEye, 006 is an alias for Alec Trevelyan; as of 2019, Trevelyan is the only OO agent other than Bond to play a major role in an EON Productions film, with all other appearances either being brief or dialogue references only.

In Casino Royale with Daniel Craig’s first outing as Bond, we see in the introduction the tense exchange between Bond and Dryden, a section chief whom Bond has been sent to kill for selling secrets.

James Bond: M really doesn't mind you earning a little money on the side, Dryden. She'd just prefer it if it wasn't selling secrets. Dryden: If the theatrics are supposed to scare me, you have the wrong man Bond. If M was so sure I was bent...she'd have sent a Double-O. Benefits of being Section Chief...I would know of anyone being promoted to Double-O status, wouldn't I? Your file shows no kills...and it takes - James Bond: - two. (flashback of Bond fighting Dryden's contact in a bathroom.)

The OO is just a coveted position and nothing to do with who occupies it. Ito use a topical comparative example it’s like a football team in which a new star player would be given an ex-player’s shirt number e.g. Messi wears Number 10 for Argentina which is heavily identified with the late great Maradona. So conceivably there would be no problem having a woman or anyone else play 007. I think it would be an interesting creative choice to have a woman or someone else play OO7 and Bond is out of the service and yet he has to work together with this new OO7 - the creative tension would be a refreshing twist on the canon.

Your question about James Bond’s Oxford or Cambridge education is more easier to answer.

It really depends again which Bond one is talking about. The literary James Bond or the cinematic Bond.

In the Fleming books, James Bond’s didn’t go to Oxford or Cambridge or any of the other great universities of Britain. In the books Bond’s education is not gone into much detail. We know he was raised overseas until he was orphaned at the age of 11 when his parents died in a mountaineering accident near Chamonix in the Alps. He is home schooled for a time by an aunt, Charmain Bond, in the English village of Pett Bottom before being packed off to boarding school at Eton around 12 years old. Bond doesn’t stay long as he gets expelled for playing around with a maid. He is then sent to his father’s boarding school in Scotland, Fettes College.

Bond is then briefly attends the University of Geneva - as Ian Fleming did - before being taught to ski in Kitzbühel. In 1941 Bond joins a branch of what was to become the Ministry of Defence and becomes a lieutenant in the Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve, ending the war as a commander. Bond applies to M for a position within the "Secret Service", part of the HM Civil Service, and rises to the rank of principal officer. And that’s it.

In the cinematic Bond universe things get more complicated and even contentious as you alluded to in your question. It’s never made quite clear which of the two - Oxford or Cambridge - Bond attended because it depends on how much weight you attach to the lines being spoken in each of the films where it is raised.

In Tomorrow Never Dies, Bond is up at Oxford (New College to be exact since his Aston Martin DB5 was parked in the courtyard at the entrance). He is seen bedding a sexy Danish professor, Inga Bergstrom, to brush up on his Danish (to which Moneypenny on the phone retorts ‘You always were a cunning linguist’). But it’s definitely doesn’t mean Bond studied there as an undergraduate.

Casino Royale is the film many think yes, James Bond went to Oxford because it is mentioned by Vesper Lynd (Eva Green) as she sizes up Daniel Craig’s Bond on the train. Here is the full quote as said by Vesper Lynd, “All right... by the cut of your suit, you went to Oxford or wherever. Naturally you think human beings dress like that. But you wear it with such disdain, my guess is you didn't come from money, and your school friends never let you forget it. Which means you were at that school by the grace of someone else's charity - hence that chip on your shoulder. And since your first thought about me ran to "orphan," that's what I'd say you are.”

The thing to note is that it’s Vesper Lynd taunting Bond and even then she takes a wide stab by saying ‘Oxford or wherever’ because she doesn’t really know and Bond doesn’t oblige her with an answer.

That whole scene struck me as strange because she’s guessing by the cut of the suit it must be Oxford (or Cambridge). Bond is wearing an Italian suit (Brioni to be specific) and not and English Savile Row one that presumably someone of Bond’s taste and background would be sporting.

A more plausible answer if we are going by the cinematic Bond universe is Cambridge. Indeed it is stated explicitly by Bond himself. Can you guess?

You Only Live Twice which is has the distinction of being the only Bond film (as far as I can tell) from being set in just one country - Japan.

You remember the scene. Lieutenant commander James Bond has just had a briefing with M on board a submarine and is naturally flirting with Moneypenny on his way out. Moneypenny playfully tosses him a Japanese phrase book, saying he might need it.

“You forget,” Bond responds with an expression just short of a smirk as he tosses it back to her, “I took a first in oriental languages at Cambridge.”

So it seems James Bond is a Cambridge man.

A first means - as any British university student would know - first class honours. It’s the highest classification grade one can get in their undergraduate degree ie a ‘first’. Although at Cambridge, like Oxford, you can also get a double first in the part I and part II of the Tripos. Both universities also award first-class honours with distinction, informally known as a ‘Starred First’ (Cambridge) or a ‘Congratulatory First’ (Oxford).

Another oddity is he says ‘oriental languages’ when one got a degree in ‘oriental studies’ at the Oriental Faculty at Cambridge. That is until 2007 when Cambridge bowed to public and student pressure and chose to drop its Oriental Faculty label and instead adopted the name the Faculty of Asian and Middle Eastern Studies. Oxford still hangs on to its name the Faculty of Oriental Studies.

My only reservation about crowing over an Oxonian is how truthful was Bond being with Moneypenny in this scene?

Is this line meant to be taken seriously or ironically? Most people seem to take it seriously, despite much of Connery's dialogue being obviously ironic and playful. Certainly, Bond is shown to have never been to Japan before and is incapable of saying anything in Japanese other than the odd "sayonara" and "arigato." But then again Bond does know the correct temperature sake is meant to be served at. So there’s that.

Or it could be Bond was speaking a half-truth. I know speaking from experience as someone who very nearly read asian languages instead of my eventual choice of Classics that ‘Oriental languages’ at the ex-Oriental faculty in Cambridge can mean many other languages e.g. Sanskrit, Hindi, Farsi, Hebrew, Arabic as well as Korean, Japanese and Chinese. It opens up so many other delicious possibilities for Bond. If he read Arabic then perhaps he’s being deeply ironic with Moneypenny (after all she would have drooled over read his MI6 personnel file).

If you think I’m losing my mind then ponder on the fact it was Roald Dahl who penned the screenplay of You Only Live Twice. Dahl was not above snark. Indeed pretty sure he would have got a starred first in snark at any university.

Of course the most obvious explanation is that it’s plot armour as a way for Bond to just get on with the story by suspending the audience belief. Why wouldn’t Bond know Japanese? He seems to know everything else imaginable.

However if it ever was it’s now become canon as EON - the production company behind the Bond films - have stated officially for the fandom that Bond’s official bio has it that he went to Eton and Cambridge, where he got a first in oriental languages. So that seems settled then.

In hindsight it makes perfect sense that Bond went to Cambridge since historically Cambridge has provided the bulk of the spies not just for Her Majesty’s service but also for the other side, the Russians - the so-called Cambridge Spies of Philby, Maclean, Burgess, Blunt, and Cairncross, and a host of other traitors. We seem to be an equal opportunities employment service.

I’m sorry to disappoint you and other Oxonians that despite what you might think James Bond didn’t attend Oxford. Believe me as a Cantabrigian it gives me no pleasure to say this…..too much.

Thanks for your question.

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vintagedolan · 4 years ago

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hiraeth: initial concept

*this is a concept train!! in short, that means you all send in asks and tell me what you wanna see! so feel free to send me in whatever you want to see happen (it would be awesome if you guys send them kinda in order of plot like not jumping way ahead or anything if you know what I mean hehe. anyways, hope you enjoy, and here is my askbox for concepts!! love yah!*

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1: The Valley Isle

“What makes Hawaiian shaved ice Hawaiian? Isn’t it just ice and syrup?”

“Well, every morning we go out and collect water from the waterfall in our backyard, and then we freeze it into ice cubes shaped like the islands, and then we shave each one special into our various menu sizes.”

“Really?!”

“No. Your total is $5.47.”

Koa looked up from the syrup station, reaching over and smacking Kahua’s arm.

“Dude. Do you want to get fired?” She kept her voice low so it didn’t travel past the window.

He just laughed and grabbed the banana syrup, finishing off the mound of ice and sticking a spoon in the side before passing it out the window to the woman who’d asked the question.

“Yes. My master plan is to get in trouble, blame it on you, get it put on your permanent record so you lose all your future jobs and have to stay here with me forever.”

“You act like you aren’t going to also be in LA in literally three months.”

“And you act like you aren’t leaving me here on this rock, alone, for three months,” Kahua countered, turning to switch out the withering ice block from the machine.

Koa looked out over the rainbow of syrups, taking in the view.

Her and Kahua had been calling Maui a rock for years - since third grade, to be precise. She didn’t say it often, and especially not to any tourists who were coming to visit. To them, Maui was paradise. Tropical, perfect weather, perfect beaches. Koa could see it. She understood the allure. But when she thought of her paradise, it came in the shape of a bustling city, of opportunities and new faces and places.

LA.

Kahua called it the haole’s dream. The white girl’s dream. Didn’t matter how many times he complained about being on the same island his whole life, he never really wanted to leave it. The fact that Koa wanted to was seen as borderline criminal by half her ohana, but she pushed their comments and insults aside.

There were only two opinions that she really cared about anyways.

First was Nahele; her older brother. She didn’t have to ask him what he thought - he’d moved to Texas as soon as he could, started up a food truck in Austin, named it 808 GRINDZ and brought every hawaiian cooking method he knew along with him. He’d been making a life for himself ever since then, and he was ecstatic when Koa told him she was moving. The thought of having family on the mainland, even halfway across the country, was comforting enough.

But the most important one? That was Amosa.

Amosa, who called her when he knew she’d be walking to her car after she clocked out.

“Hi Dad.”

“Kaikamahine, my girl. How was your shift?”

“Busy, but it was fine. They gave me a card for a free small everyday that you can have, but you gotta get the sugar free syrup when you use it.”

“Yeah yeah,” he laughed. Even over the phone, Koa could hear the waves in the background, and she knew where he was before he said it. “Come to the dock.”

“Did you book another tour?” She couldn’t keep the excitement out of her voice.

“Come to the dock,” he said, his quiet way of saying no. “I’ll see you soon. Aloha wau iā 'oe.”

“Love you too.”

The drive to the boat dock was short, and the parking lot was busy as ever. Koa passed the bigger boats, with their names in fancy script screen printed on the side. Their buoys and extra snorkel gear, the bars nestled in the middle of the deck, an extra incentive for the tourists to book with them. Everyone loves a mai tai after all.

The Honu Nai sat at her spot on the dock, the farthest to the left. She had three years on any other snorkel boat out there. Her bow was worn, paint sanded off by the salt and sun over time and travel through the waves. But the little drawing of the smiling turtle still shone through on the side, despite the fact that Koa had painted it almost 10 years ago.

Over the edge, Koa could see her father. He was cleaning, like usual, organizing all of the extra gear that he had on the boat. The kids section was scarce again, all the smaller sized wetsuits, snorkels and fins barely taking up a rack. Koa knew why - if there was ever a kid on his snorkel tour who couldn’t afford their own gear, he’d ‘lend’ it to them. Every kid deserves to see the underwater world, he would say. It changes you, shows you what life is really about.

Koa had been in the ocean since before she could walk. If she wasn’t where she was supposed to be, she was one of two places; either diving under a wave somewhere, or writing in her notebook. Or, one of her notebooks at least.

“No book today?” He asked when she jumped aboard.

“Already packed them up.”

Amosa couldn’t think about the suitcases in her room without the tears starting to form. He blinked them away and looked out to the sea of blue.

“Did you pack your snorkel gear?”

“Dad. You know I’m not going to see shit in the ocean in California,” she sighed, moving over to him and putting an arm around him.

“I know, I know. They have sea lions I’ve heard. Maybe they’ll be friendly.”

“I’ve heard they stink.” She laid her head on his shoulder gently, closing her eyes when he kissed her head.

“Well. We have 5 hours until you have to get to the airport, and I say that’s just enough time for one more run, hmmm?”

Koa didn’t want to. She couldn’t think of many things worse than having salt all over her skin for a 6 hour plane ride. But the excitement in his eyes was irresistible, so she simply nodded and offered him a smile, letting go so he could get them on their way out to the reef.

She sat on the bow as they headed out to sea, closed her eyes and soaked in the spray off the waves. Her dad laughed when they hit a particularly big one, cutting through the crest so much that it splashed up onto the deck. He used to do it on purpose when she was a little girl just to hear her giggle and have her running back to him.

They made it to their favorite place quickly, and Koa didn’t hesitate to put her mask on and get to work. She took the line and dove over the side, tying it to the anchor hook under the water before coming back up. Amosa dropped the ladder for her on the back, but she didn’t need it. She was watching the reef.

Moorish Idols. That’s what she wanted to see. They were second only to green sea turtles - honu in Hawaiian. But they were the most beautiful fish, with their delicate top fin that tapered off to a tail. She was always excited to find one and show the kids on tours. All she had to say was look for Gill from Finding Nemo and they were able to spot them. She floated for a while, watching the fish dart around, even spotting a small reef shark about 15 yards to the right before she decided to climb back in to see her dad.

He passed her a towel and smiled at her as she sat down. All he could do was look at her for a moment, taking her in. His baby girl, on the boat she’d practically grown up in for the last time in a while.

He put on his brave face, and forced his biggest smile. “You ready to go out there?”

Koa sighed.

“I don’t know how to tell.”

“You’ll do great. You’re capable, and it won’t be long until you’re writing your own books instead of writing for these… whatever boys.”

“Dolan. Their names are Ethan and Grayson Dolan.”

“Well, like I said. Soon it’ll be your stories out there instead of someone else’s, with your name instead of theirs.” He said it with such certainty that she couldn’t help but believe him. Maybe it was the salt water left over in her eyes, or the glare of the sun off the ocean, but she began to tear up.

“Thanks for always supporting me dad. It means the world. I’m sorry I have to go so far away, I wish I could stay.” It was true - she just needed the money from the Dolan’s to get herself started, and then she’d come back, help her father.

Amosa smiled.

“Kaikamahine, it’s just an ocean between us.” He reached out for her cheek. “And we know the ocean, don’t we.”

“She’s an old friend,” Koa said, her heart tight in her chest.

“Exactly. Now c’mon, let’s get you home and on your way.”

Across the ocean and 3 hour time change, Grayson Dolan was pacing.

“It’s gonna be fine.” Ethan said.

“Shut the fuck up Ethan,” Grayson said.

That was the extent of most of their conversations over the last three days. Actually, that’s how all of them had been since Ethan had signed a deal with their agent for a ghostwritten book about their lives.

“It’ll get more people connected to us, the right people-”

“Has it ever fucking occurred to you that I’m tired of that shit? That I’m tired of people prying into my fucking life? What if I don’t wanna connect with anyone else, what if I just wanna be left the fuck alone? But no, now we’re gonna have some fucking stranger asking us a million fucking questions and digging for information in my own fucking house where I just wanna exist.”

Ethan didn’t have an answer for that. He’d fucked up, and he knew it. But he also knew that he signed a contract, and there was no backing out of it now. Grayson rubbed his hand over his eyes.

“When does the writer get here?”

“She flies in tonight.”

“Fucking fantasic. Can’t wait.”

With that, Grayson walked back to his room, leaving his twin alone in the living room with his hands in his pockets.

#hiraeth #IM NERVOUS

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tsubameni · 3 years ago

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I can't stop thinking about what a sad and tragic character Onikiri is. That's why I took matters into my own hands after really many weepy hours. His story deserves to be changed.

His job has always been to serve the one who created him and enchanted him into a weapon. Onikiri is a tool spirit, called Tsukumogami. He cannot function on his own without the help of the one who has power over him. But Onikiri was different. When he learned the truth, he became an individual independent of others. His hatred was the only thing that belonged to him. He created it himself and it was what allowed him to walk the world between humans and demons. For ten years he swayed between life and death. Onikiri was not strong, but his will to fight and prove that he was the master of his fate drove him onward to the glory he craved. His body struggled with headaches and coughing every day. This was a sign that he, as a spirit, was not strong enough to control both his weapon and his created body. But he did not care. No matter how many people pointed it out to him, he would not listen. Unfortunately, not everything ended the way he would have liked it to. Had it not been for his self-sacrifice in the battle on Mt. Oe. to break free from the powerful spell that nearly brought defeat to demons and humans alike, everything would have ended badly. His heroic act allowed his brothers to win. The katana in which he was enchanted broke into two uneven pieces and small pieces of metal were taken away by the wind. That was the moment when he saw for the last time those for whom he had fought. He saw that his act would take his life. That he would not keep the word he had promised Minamoto. He simply did it because he wanted to prove that he could not only destroy, but also help. He had wanted that since he had fallen into madness. "I don't care if I'm destroyed... as long as it means I can save everyone..." Those were the last words he spoke before he broke his life. The handle of the katana drowned with his body in the sea that was the enemy. He let the cold water envelop him and let him go where he came from. Onikiri's soul left the broken katana, letting it fall to the bottom of the sea. That was the end of him. He had achieved what he wanted. He had proved to those he had wronged that he could make amends, even at the cost of his own fragile life. As Tsukumogami, he can be reborn, but only with the weapon in which he was previously enchanted. The answer would be simple, that it was Minamoto no Yorimitsu who reincarnated him. Well, no.

What caused a young woman doing laundry in the river to come across something as rare as a katana is unknown. Curious, she dug deeper to fish the object out from among the stones. Small hands gripped the damaged weapon, wiping the rusty steel from the watery plants and mud. The woman almost let go of the object when she saw the barely visible Minamoto Clan crest on the damaged handle. Any sign of the presence of such a powerful clan caused people to fear it. Still, the girl did not leave her find in the dust. She carefully wrapped the damaged object in dry clothes that had just dried and returned to the village. It was not a big place. It was inhabited by a few people at a cross. But still, the village was well described by others. There lived a talented old blacksmith who no longer practiced his craft. He could only make new horseshoes or repair farmers' tools. He did not want to work in his profession anymore. He blamed it on his old age, but the truth was quite dark. The woman did not hesitate to ask the talented blacksmith if he would like to repair her broken katana. He was immediately reproached that something belonging to the Minamoto Clan should never have entered his home, but he took the item from her anyway. Had something moved him? Or maybe it was the echo of the past that wanted to remind him that he no longer made weapons to kill people. The smith worked heart and soul on the broken object for over a week. He did not hide the fact that the metal from which the katana was made was quite resistant. He guessed that it was not the usual metal he worked with everyday but something heavier.... unnatural. Nevertheless, he did not give up and worked diligently on his creation. More than once, when he hit the hot metal with the hammer, he heard a person screaming in his head. As if the blows were pain for someone. The smith guessed that this was one of those weapons that had a soul. He had worked with such weapons before. He hid his true origin by saying that he lived in Kyoto. Unfortunately, he had always belonged to the Minamoto Clan working for years for Minamoto no Yorimitsu creating cans for him for his demons. He renounced it when he found out what happened to the Sword of Minamoto Clan. He never thought that his past would come back to him and in such a sad state. On the seventh day, the blacksmith finished his work. From his hand came a beautiful long katana of gray-colored steel with white ornaments. No matter how hard he tried, the Minamoto Clan ornament did not disappear, so he hid it under a white ornament he had made himself, with a bell in the middle. The whole arrangement of the ornament looked like an origami bird.

"If you're still there Onikiri, forgive me for bringing you to this world again. You still have some things to finish..." The old blacksmith put down the beautiful katana next to a tree where a small white puppy was sitting. A stray. He had no home like the person who appeared next to him. A man's subtle hand embraced the katana while looking at it with his golden eyes.

"Higekiri... You no longer look as sad as you used to..." A calm tone of voice broke out from the mouth of the person who was admiring the artful sword. His focus suddenly turned to the dog who began to feel a disturbing aura from the stranger.

"I used to kill creatures like you. Innocent, weak, and terrified of my power... Hm. You need fear me no more little demon."

No one expected that the white dog was a demon. No one could even think that demons could be animals. As you can see, someone of his kind is able to sense a demon even in such an innocent, cute form. He had a long way to go to get back to where he came from. He didn't know where he was, but he had an instinct that would lead him to Mt Oe. where he would meet those for whom he had given his life and then... Who knows. He still has promises to make to the one who promised him the last fight of his life.

#»»┈┈┈┈舞┈┈┈┈«« HEADCANON #VERY LONG POST #Onikiri's real lore *shaking and crying*#I can't stand to see him hurt #it looks like this onikiri will become my canon onikiri #adios white-haired boy #I thank the good souls who guided me well in my moment of weakness

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marvecl · 3 years ago

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HAPPY 2ND MONTHSARY, love.

halo Ezaire, ai, pacarku, sayang, cantik, cintaku, dunia, semesta, jagat raya. IT'S ME STEPHEN STRANGE'S SON, HAPPILY TO ANNOUNCE THAT happy 2nd monthsary, my love.

Everyone loves red

Our sign blue

More and more blue than now

di momen yang berbahagia ini izinkan aku membawakan angkotkopter, bercanda. izinkan aku memberikan sepatah dua patah kata.

it's been just two months but with you it already feels like home.

"Home is where you are loved wholly and unconditionally, without barriers, restrictions, judgments, or expectations. Home is where you are most comfortable being your absolute self—where you are treasured and celebrated for the unique flaws and quirks that make you authentically you."

source: thoughtcatalog.com

yang di atas bener banget, a perfect explanation why Ezaire is Marvel's home.

Eza isn't like a shot of espresso like Emma Stone, even better than that. he's like a morning dew, calming yet refreshing, it reminds me of new beginnings, but it doesn't make me nervous or feel anxious. he's more like a warm chocolate drink that we drink when it's raining, feels warm and safe. INGET INI GAK soalnya it really how i feels whenever i remember you, or whenever i'm with you, i feel safe. wait OHHHHHHH YOU ARE MY SAFE PLACE, you are indeed.

it's been a long time since i have been this happier for the past two months. even though it's kinda tiring and making my cheek bones hurt becuse i ALWAYS BEEN SMILING LIKE CRAZY WHENEVER REPLYING TO YOUR MESSAGES but it's okay because it's you, Ezaire. thank you so much. thank you for your love, laugh, care, affection, attention, patience, presence, accompany, support, basically everything. thank you for the happiness that you always gave to me, and for those moments when we always shared our thoughts.

time will fly, people will change and the colors of life will disappear, but one thing that i would and am willing to remain constant is my love for you.

ai, you changed my life and my perspective on love. i don't want to lose you in any possible way, so i'll always try my best to always be with you and shower you with all of my love. i wish you to stay with me for a long time and LET'S MEET AGAIN ON THE NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT MONTH.

i love you so much and a lot, just like you always knew. please bear with me for many more months❤.

I LOVE YOU AI I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AI I LOVE YOU A LOT AI I LOVE YOU PISAN AI ILYSM AI ILY AI I LOVE YOU TEU EUREUN EUREUN AI I LOVE YOU GAADA ABISNYA AI I LOVE YOU ENDLESSLY AI I LOVE YOU INFINITELY AI i love you i love you i love you so much je t’aime ti amo 我爱你 ich liebe dich あなたが大好きです 사랑해요 Kocham Cię Eu te amo Ты – моя любовь на всю жизнь Me encantas Seni seviyorum Ես քեզ սիրում եմ আমিতোমায়ভালোবাসি მიყვარხარ Aloha Au Ia`oe Palangga ko ikaw ຂ້ອຍຮັກເຈົ້າ Tôi yêu các bạn ຂ້ອຍຮັກເຈົ້າ Mahal kita Te quiero Jeg elsker deg Njan ninne premikunnu Ayor anosh’ni Es tevi miilu Bahibak ನಾನುನಿನ್ನಪ್ರೀತಿಸುತ್ತೇನೆ أحبك Ek het jou lief Ya tabe kahayu Я люблю цябе U kamakutu nu Volim te Ma armastan sind Mina rakastan sinua მიყვარხარ હુંતમનેપ્રેમ Palangga ko ikaw நான்உன்னைகாதலிக்கிறேன் abdi bogoh ka anjeun AKU CINTA KAMU

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celticcrossanon · 4 years ago

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BRF Readings - Anon Questions - 20th of March 2021

This is speculation only

20th of March 2021

Question: Apart from the queen, who else knows about the secret marriage?

Question: Does everyone in the BRF know about the secret wedding or was it just the Queen and Charles?

King of Swords. This is an air sign person, particularly an Aquarius, and according to my past readings the secret wedding took place in Aquarius season. The King of Swords as a person is an intellectual leader, a master of strategy. The decision of who to tell and who not to tell was strategic - who needed to know about the secret wedding, and who did not. Taking this with the yes from the Sun card as the underlying energy, I would say that yes, everyone in the BRF who needs to know, knows about the secret wedding.

Underlying energy:

The Sun. This is a major arcana card, a very positive card, and is usually a yes to any question that is asked.

I asked about each individual working royal of the BRF, and the answer to each one was yes. The list is long, so it is under the cut.

Question: Does the Queen know about the secret wedding? Queen of Cups, the Hermit BOD six of wands, the empress- yes, and the pregnancy

The Queen of Cups. This is a water sign person, most likely a Cancer. It can be a person embodies the emotional side of the suit of Cups, such as a person about whom you have intense feelings, and/or a person who draws previously hidden or half aware feelings and fantasies out of you. For me, this description fits the effect Meghan seems to have on harry, so I am putting this card down as Meghan.

and

The Hermit. This is the card of Virgo, the sun sign of Prince Harry.

Underlying Energies:

The Six of Wands - achieving a goal, such as a secret wedding

and

The Empress - a pregnant woman, pregnancy used in some way.

Conclusion: We have Meghan and Harry, joined together in the success of a plan, i.e. an early wedding (the Six of Wands), obtained by the use of pregnancy (the Empress). I would say the Queen definitely knows about the secret wedding.

Question: Does Prince Philip know about the secret wedding?

The Four of Swords. This is a card of rest, healing and recuperation. Prince Philip was in hospital for a hip replacement from the 3rd - 13th of April in 2018. I am getting strong hospital/medical/recuperating after a procedure vibes from this card. I think Prince Philip was told, along with the rest of the BRF, either 11 days or 2 days before the Windsor wedding, when he was recovering from his hip operation. I remember stories about Meghan insisting that Prince Philip be present at her wedding, instead of resting at home. I wonder if the threat of revealing the secret wedding and the subsequent uproar was used to force Prince Philip to attend the Windsor wedding, even if his health was not quite up to it?

Underlying energies:

The King of Cups. This is a water sign person, particularly a Scorpio, and Prince Charles is a Scorpio. This tells me that Prince Charles told Prince Philip.

Conclusion: Yes, Prince Philip knows. He was told by Prince Charles in early May, like the rest of the BRF, when he was recovering from his hip replacement operation.

Question: Does Charles know about the secret wedding?

The Hermit. This is the card of Virgo, Prince Harry’s sun sign. Yes, Charles knows. Prince Harry told him. Note that this is the same card I drew in an earlier reading, with the same message - Harry told Prince Charles.

This is the reading I am talking about:

https://celticcrossanon.tumblr.com/post/645724556291702784/brf-spreads-15th-of-march-2021

Scroll down to the question: When was the BRF told about the secret wedding?

Question: Does Camilla know about the secret wedding?

The Knight of Cups. A water sign person, particularly a Pisces, or a card about romantic, idealised love, putting someone on a pedestal, being in love with love etc. It can also mean a romantic, ‘in love with love’ act, as Knights mean taking action, and a secret wedding is certainly a romantic way of taking action. To me this card says yes, Camilla knows about the ‘romantic’ secret wedding. It also tells me that the secret wedding was based on an illusion (possibly the pregnancy? Cups is the suit for fertility/pregnancy) and that people were told this as well.

NOTE: This card came up a lot for other members of the BRF in answer to this question. I shuffled and shuffled between asking, and it just kept popping back up.

Does William know about the secret wedding?

The same card as Camilla, and the same answer - Yes, William knows about the secret wedding.

Does Catherine know about the secret wedding?

The Emperor, the lord of all. This card says William to me, both in his role as Catherine’s husband/lord/light of her life, and in his role as future king. This says the me that William told Catherine, but with the permission of the ruler of the UK, HM the Queen

and

The same card as William and Camilla. Yes, Catherine knows about the secret wedding. William told her with the permission of HM the Queen.

Question: Does Princess Anne know about the secret wedding?

The Two of Cups - a card about making a commitment to a relationship, often by having a wedding. Yes, Princess Anne knows about the secret wedding (but possibly not about the pregnancy aspect of it).

Does Edward know about the secret wedding?

The same card as Camilla, William, and Catherine. yes, Edward knows about the secret wedding.

Does Sophie know about the secret wedding?

A card about balancing responsibilities, deciding what is a priority and what is not. There was some doubt about her being told or some opposition to her being told.

and

The Knight of Cups. The same card as Camilla, William, Catherine and Edward. Yes, Sophie knows about the secret wedding.

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aloneatl4st · 3 years ago

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Coldness

Recently, me and a friend of mine have started talking again after a little break. We took a break because i have accidentally overstepped her boundaries and she needed some time alone.

After she came back the atmosphere of our DMs has gotten foggy... almost like we barely see beyond a few memes here and there.

The friendship IS an 8 year old friendship, so i can't exactly expect it to be loud, bubbly and active all the time, especially so late on.

I dont really know what to do now to make it up to her, however i am willing to exchange just nice talks every now and again with her.

She did recently tell ne that there is a person she really likes, but she doesn't really see herself being able to end up with them.

Whether you believe in tarit cards and witchcraft is up to you, however i did a little questionare with my cards about how our friendship is gonna go in the near future and what may happen.

On her side of the cards i got the lovers and another good card i dont remember. What I got was 4 of swords and 7 of wands.

I wont describe them much but it does seem like things will be really good for her! I really do wish that she gets a partener. If theres anyone in tgis world that deserves to be loved unconditionally in my eyes, it is her.

When we were younger we used to joke that we'll be alone forever and we kept on debating who will get someone faster.

Around that time was when all our common friends have gotten in a relationship and we were the last ones being alone, so of course we felt very left out.

Now she is finally feeling smth for someone in real life, and although i am brought to tears each time i think of how I basically am and will be single for a long time, I do very much love that she has someone else to look forward to talking to. If she does actually end up with the person which for some reason she thinks is unlikely, I will be very happy and very sad at the same time, which ultimately is gonna be more emotion than ive ever felt in my life.

I just wish i wasn't forgotten by the the universe in terms of love... but i know it can't be forced, so i have no choice but to accept the reality and start living for myself, something ive been putting off for the past 17 years of my life.

To everyone who read this, I hope you have a wonderful morning, day oe night abd thank you. So much. love you everyone 💖

#mlm #mlm textpost #mlm thoughts #nblm textpost #nblm blog #mlm blog #nblm thoughts #rant post #rant #random rant #vent #vent post #lgbtq #lgbtqa

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the-amazing-spider-bi · 5 years ago

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Lesbian Madison headcanon s? Like her coming out to Zoe and stuff

omggg thank you so much for this ask i love this!!! i sort of wanted to do the coven ladies at pride but it would have been very very long and i wasn’t sure this was what you wanted so here we go:

alright so first option is: Madison, as we see her in the show, is a lesbian

which actually makes sense

sure Madison be very aggressively sexual around men, but frankly, it looks more like a way to gain power over them than actual attraction

compulsory heterosexuality is a thing

and Madison is very deprived of validation and love, defining her own value by her attractiveness, hence her need of validation from men (as well as from older women like Fiona)

but i also like the idea of a slightly au madison who is already out

she has had girlfriends in the past and TMZ has had its fun with it

she is more of a “one hand holding a Starbucks cup her arm linked with another second-rate actress other hand flicking off the camera” type of gal

in any case at first when she was an actress she would make out with her friends at parties and be like no i’m not gay haha everyone does that girls are just better

even once she comes to terms with it, she would deny it to others in the industry for a while because she knows what it would mean for her career since she’s typecast as the hot love interest/alpha bitch in teen movies

on that note i strongly believe the first person she would really come out to is Fiona, in the episode they hang out in. she would try to pass it off as off-handed while secretly caring and Fiona, being herself, would just say something vaguely insulting like “well, lucky you. at least you’re getting fucked over by people who know how to make women come” and then give her a cigarette

madison probably has a bit of a misguided crush on Fiona that is more like “do i want her to validate me because of my mommy issues or do i actually think she’s a milf because of my mommy issues”

anyway Nan def knows because she reads minds. she probably tries to bond over it and madison tells her to “ew! stop trying to get in my pants, you weirdo”

Queenie either knows because she’s read it somewhere and gives zero shit or she doesn’t know and give zero shit. that crazy girl’s drama is none of her business and she would like to be excluded from this narrative

Misty tries to bond with her over having a crush on a straight (ha! as if) girl and that’s probably when madison pushes her into a grave tbh

basically everyone knows. except for Zoe, who doesn’t care for celebrity gossip so she isn’t aware

being a bisexual disaster, she assumes madison is straight

madison: immediately latches onto her, dresses her up in sexy clothes, goes to a party with her as her date, builds her a person, literally has sex with herzoe: wow i sure wish i knew what madison really thinks of me :)

Madison simply does not talk about her feelings. partly because she has not processed one feeling in her life also just because talking in an open, vulnerable way is icky. but she assumes Zoe knows

obviously Zoe has been questioning her sexuality ever since madison tried to stab her as she arrived in the house. that’s canon ok

anyway my point here is Madison probably wouldn’t come out to Zoe. i think they would be “dating” (-read: giving Zoe makeovers that are just about the intricate rituals of putting makeup on another girl’s face, breath ghosting over her skin, fingers delicate on her cheekbones as you tell her to open her lips to put on gloss + crashing parties while drunk as Zoe babysits Madison, which madison counts as dates) they would “dating” for six months until eventually, Zoe is the one who comes out to madison

very hesitant but trying to be all “i’m bi so if you have a problem with it!!! i don’t (voice breaks) i don’t care”

and Madison just. gapes at her

for five minutes

zoe: what? are you homophobic or whatever?madison: zoe you waste of space i’m a lesbianmadison: cordelia and misty are dating. i literally talk about how much i hate men all the time. this is a witch coven what the fuck do you think

Zoe's third eye shoots wide open

madison: zoe if you thought i was straight what do you think we were doing. zoe: i don’t know okay it was a honest mistakemadison: oh my god i can’t believe we thought you might be the supreme

so Madison thinks they started dating six months ago and Zoe thinks this is when it began

and that’s the story of why neither of them can agree the date of their anniversary!

#zadison #zadison fic #madison montgomery #zoe benson #ahs #ahs coven #léa talks #asks #anon

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lunnamars · 5 years ago

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strange connection - chap 1

And here I go again on my journey of learning to write with yet another zotash story. :)

An important note is that I quote about the den den mushi that Tashigi gave to Zoro in the DLC The Void Mirror Prototype of the game One Piece: World Seeker. By the way, if you haven't seen the interactions of these two in this DLC, please go. It is basically a fanfic! There is a video on youtube that brings together all their scenes.

A reminder that english is not my primary language, so please, forgive me for any mistakes. I'm currently searching for a beta-reader though, so have some patience with me, hahaha.

Once again: everything happens after Punk Hazard, but unrelated to any canonical arc.

And our daily disclaimer: obviously, I don't own anything in One Piece because if it were, Luffy and Nami would already be together, as well as Zoro and Tashigi. So, that's it.

It can also be read on FFNET and AO3.

Chapter 1 - den den mushi

プルルル purururu

"What do you want, four-eyes?"

Roronoa Zoro answered with a not so friendly voice. He didn't seem to be asleep, so she must not have hindered him. Perhaps he didn't want to talk to her? Well, the odds were high. The swordsman always seemed to despise her, but, in a similar way, she never made an effort to show her best side.

I don't know. I guess I just wanted to talk to someone, she thought.

"Why did you decide to become a pirate?"

Tashigi was able to notice a little hesitation in his sudden silence. First of all, she was sure he wasn't expecting a call in the middle of the night; second of all, he didn't expect it to be a call from her and lastly, wasn't expecting this question at all. But after the nasty day she had, she just didn't care.

And it's not like he cares either.

Since she gave Zoro the den den mushi when they were investigating KAGERO, the girl has been desperately trying to get it back and maybe, find where the crew was hiding. So these somewhat unexpected calls became a routine between them for the past few months.

Smoker had no idea she had given this communication snail and Tashigi hoped it stayed that way. It had been two months since this happened and so far all of her attempts have been unsuccessful - the Strawhats refused to return it and always managed to flee from her sight.

But the only thing she didn't expect was that the snail would be in possession of the swordsman Roronoa Zoro.

Tashigi believes that this could only have been Nami's idea. Zoro didn't look like a person who would like to have a den den mushi near him, much less look like someone who would like to talk to her. Nami always likes to upset Roronoa and there would have no better way, she thought. The last time they met, for some reason, Nami and Nico Robin arranged for the pirate to stay close to her all night during a celebration that reminded her very much of what happened at Punk Hazard.

The situation was almost the same again.

Pirates saving the day. The Navy always a step behind. The Strawhat pirates victorious once again. And Tashigi didn't know what else to do with them. Deep down, she knew that even Smoker had no idea what to do.

Monkey D. Luffy messed up with the whole concept that the world (and she too) had about pirates and their villainy. And consequently, Roronoa Zoro messed up with the whole concept she had about justice and freedom.

So, today I just wanted to chat as Tashigi and Roronoa.

Tashigi spent the whole evening avoiding that thought at all costs and tried to convince herself that he was the only person who might be available because... it just had been a very bad day and quite frankly, Tashigi didn't have many people to call a friend.

So what harm would it do to be selfish just for today?

"For Luffy." He answered after a while in silence. The answer was short and firm, leaving no room for any kind of inquiry. But inquiring is what she did.

"Mugiwara?"

"Yes. Look, Captain Four-Eyes, I don't have that crazy sense of justice and all that prejudice like you have. Things are not always black and white for me, woman. Luffy saved my life and gave me a chance to achieve my goal. In return, I would join him. Simple as that."

Crazy sense of justice and all that prejudice, you say...

"But you used to hunt pirates…"

"Yes. But Luffy is not just any pirate. I know you know that. Even Smokey knows it. The Navy likes to hunt us and I understand why, but you need to get it out of your head that everyone is the same. I'm sure we did a lot more for people in one year than the Navy did in five."

Tashigi wanted to yell at him. She wanted to rage and spit in his face how wrong he was, how unfair and prejudiced he was being, but no sound came out.

Because he is right.

Because she lived all her life seeing black and white. And Vergo's betrayal simply stained the paper that was her conscience.

Except… what the hell is she doing? How weak is she still to the point of having to depend on a group of misfits to effectively solve problems that the Navy has been trying to solve for years? How much more would this bunch still rub in her face that she was not being able to do her job properly?

She really wanted to yell at him. She wanted to yell at everyone. She wanted to shout at admirals, vice admirals, marines and the like. She wanted to yell at herself and ask why are you so weak why are you so weak why are you so weak.

"The weak don't get to choose how they die."

Trafalgar Law's words still hurt her to this day. They hurt a lot. It hurt the truth that she was no match for him. It hurt the truth that she was no match for Zoro. It hurt the truth that if it were necessary to battle against either to save some innocent life, she would be defeated and that life could be lost. It hurt the truth that she was weak.

But that pain never stopped Tashigi from moving forward and always pushing herself to exhaustion. Nobody knew how much she trained, how much she studied, how much time she devoted to her own improvement. Just as no one knew how much she cried every time she was unable to win.

How much she cried every time she crossed blades with Roronoa Zoro and lost.

Always losing.

"I know. You guys are… different. I… have always known. Since Alabasta."

"Anyway. Did you just call to ask that, woman? If not, I'm already warning you we're not returning the snail. The witch said it was good to keep it since we don't have one".

"That's not why I called. I just… needed to talk to someone."

"Haa? And that person had to be me? You didn't have anyone else?"

Of course… how silly of me. No one wants to hear you, Tashigi.

"I see. I'm sorry, Roronoa. I didn't want to bother." The girl gave an empty laugh and continued. "I'll call another time to convince you all to return it to me! See you!

"O-oe…"

"Good night." She didn't wait for his answer and just hung up. Zoro didn't return the call either which confirmed her suspicions - she had really bothered him.

I just wanted to talk a bit...

Another day on a field mission and yet another failure for the captain's collection. Another confrontation with pirates that resulted in tragedy and another shitty day for her. The feeling of helplessness is one of the worst, especially if it tends to be your fault.

Tashigi knows that she will always get on her feet every time she falls, but there are times when she finds it incredibly difficult. And at those times, she wished she could have someone to turn to, but ... that's not the case. Or maybe she went to the wrong person.

Why resort to Roronoa Zoro of all people?

She didn't call again for two months.

#roronoa zoro #tashigi #zoro x tashigi #ZoTash #opfanfic #help me god #i'm trying #fanfiction

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littlexredxwolf · 6 years ago

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{I’m a disaster} The Goodbye

Fandom: Game of Thrones! Chapter: One of three Word Count: 1,391 Character: Sansa Stark and Jon Snow Warnings: fluff Author note: The song featured in this is called what is a youth, it is from the romeo and juliet soundtrack (1968) and it’s by Nino Rota

He approached her door, his palms sweaty and his stomach churning. He had no gift for her, no words of wisdom, and no promises of adventure for her. He just wanted to see her, just one last time before he took the black and she went off to be queen. He didn't even know why he wanted to say goodbye, Sansa Stark was far too much like her mother and always gave him the impression that she hated him.

Standing outside he could hear her singing, oh how he loved to hear that. She had such a soothing voice and it calmed him down when he was having a bad day, it made him smile even when Lady Catelyn was horrible. Stepping to the door, he stood still hardly breathing as he listened to her song.

What is a youth? Impetuous fire. What is a maid? Ice and desire. The world wags on. A rose will bloom It then will fade So does a youth. So do-o-o-oes the fairest maid.

He knew this song; he had heard her sing it when she was sad… Was she sad? How could she be sad, she was about to get everything she ever wanted. She was going to be admired by all, desired by knights, longed for by so many. Yet he could hear in her voice, she was sad. He reached out and placed a hand on the door, wanting to knock but not wanting to stop the beautiful melody.

Caper the cape, but sing me the song, Death will come soon to hush us along. Sweeter than honey and bitter as gall. Love is the pastime that never will pall. Sweeter than honey...and bitter as gall Cupid he rules us all!

He knocked; he sucked in a breath as the singing stopped. "Arya, for the last time I'm not packing for you!" Sansa snapped as she opened the door. "Jon." She uttered looking up at him; clearly, he was the last person that she expected to find at her door. "Is Arya trying to get you to pack for her?" He said amusement in his face. "Yes." She said gently before moving so that he could come inside.

Her room was so different from Arya's, it was clean everything was put away nicely, maybe that was another Tully Trait held by the oldest Stark girl. The sound of the door shutting, caused him to realize that they were all alone, they'd never been alone before, not like this. Jon studied her as she moved past him and began to finish her packing. "Did you want something Jon?" Sansa asked softly, looking at him.

"Right, yes. I came to say goodbye." He said gently. "But then I heard you singing, and wondered if you're alright." He explained Sansa smiled that fake smile she always did when she was trying to put on a brave face. Jon knew all her smiles, the truly happy smile was his favourite, but he'd not seen that smile in a very long time. "I'm fine, why would you think otherwise?" She asked as she closed her case.

It was Jon's turn to fake a smile, although he didn't expect her to know the fake smiles as he knew hers. Pushing a hand through his dark locks, he looked at her and sighed. "You're not a great liar Sansa, if you plan to go to the capital, you'll need to get better." He advised her, before walking over and looking down at her. "I heard you singing, you only sing that when you're upset." He said gently. "What's wrong?" His words caused her to swallow and take a step back.

"I'm fine, thank you for asking Jon." She said trying to put a bit of space between them, instinctively he reached out and grabbed her hand. "Sansa." Jon pulled her back to him, looking down at her, he touched her cheek. "We might have never been close; you might have always hated me." Sansa looked up at him and instantly replied. "I don't hate you." Her words caused his heart to jump, she didn't hate him? "I'm sorry if I gave you that impression." She uttered gently.

His thumb grazed across her cheek, unable to look away from her. "What's wrong Sansa?" He asked, biting his lip as he looked into her eyes. "What if… what if everyone hates me at Kingslanding? What if Joffrey doesn't like me?" She said starting to rattle off worries. "Then he's an idiot as well as a cunt." He replied looking down at her. "Prince or not, anyone who doesn't like you they are a fool." He said his thumb stilling on her cheek. Sansa's heart started to flutter; Goosebumps ran up her body as they looked at each other, as he touched her and spoke such kind words.

"You're the most beautiful woman that I've ever met Sansa Stark, you are also smart, charming and funny. Everybody will love you." He said gently as he leaned in closer to her, her body instinctively moved in with him. His other hand moved to touch her other cheek as he looked down into her eyes, cupping her beautiful porcelain face so gently so not to break it. "If they don't, send them to the wall, I'll teach them a thing or two." He uttered, a small smile gracing his face. "The next time we see each other, I'll be a crow and you'll be the queen." He swallowed, his heartbreaking at that thought. "He's a lucky man, I hope he knows that."

The pair fell silent, looking into each other's eyes. Their lips close to each other, Jon was sure he could hear Sansa's heart beating just like his was. Did she want him? Did she long for him the way he longed for her? "Sansa," He whispered softly, before leaning in, he was sure she craved him the same way. "Jon," He loved the way she said his name, it was like music to his ears. Their lips were so close, maybe only an inch apart from touching.

He wanted her to ask him to stay, wanted to have her ask him to not take the black and be here with her. He wondered if he asked her to not marry Joffrey if he would or not, there was doubt in his gut, however. Jon knew she was meant to be a queen, just from the way she held herself. He couldn’t keep her here; he couldn’t ask her to be with him. He was just a bastard.

"Sansa, are you packed? It's almost time to go." The voice came from the other side of the door; he could see the conflict in her eyes. "Almost," She called gently. Jon moved his head and kissed her forehead if he felt her heart sink then he'd know it was the wrong move. But he knew that it was better, she was almost a taken woman. Resting his head on her forehead, he sighed. "Goodbye, Sansa." He uttered gently. "Goodbye, Jon."

He pulled away from her and looked at her before he walked out of the door. His heart broke as he walked away, knowing she could never be his. His shoulders sunk as he walked to get his bag, if only he knew that Sansa was looking just as broken as he was right now. He got his things and walked out to his horse. Looking around, he saw Sansa getting up onto the cart, a sad expression on his face. "Jon?" Looking at Robb, Jon hugged him tightly. "Next time I see you, you'll be all in black." He laughed softly. "It was always my colour." He said gently. "Goodbye Stark." He said to Robb. "Goodbye Snow." Robb moved away and watched him as he got on his horse and left.

As they came to the fork in the road, Jon said his goodbye to his father. He found himself looking to Sansa, just wanting one final look at her. She gazed back at him, the same look of sadness in her eyes as in his. "Goodbye." She mouthed, before looking away. He watched her leave along with their father and sister and sighed. "Goodbye… my love." He whispered to himself, before riding after his Uncle and away from the life he knew.

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