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thinking more about this idea from a while ago
#captain harlock#space pirate captain harlock#spch#eo ssx#tochiro oyama#digital#art#sketchbook#basically just. switching the need for therapy over to tochiro#my main thought for how this shifts characterization/crew dynamics is that#tochiro ofc knows more about how the ship works on a technical level but isn't as natural a leader as harlock is#but the arcadia (w harlock inhabiting it) is more willing to spring into action from an earlier point#so it's more evident that *something* is up with the ship#i have even more thoughts but i'll spare people till the next post (unless someone asks about them)
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ep 16 was so good i was so happy to have a Kei centric episode
#im sure that when I have time to stew it over im gonna find some flaws#but for the standard of the era it was very interesting#i liked how it was all about kei's choices#and how harlock always prioritized letting kei chose her own way and deal with her own past in her own terms#when she told him to listen to her shamisen and he accepted and listeneed in silence#you can tell harlock care about his crew in the sense that he doesnt seek to save them#he choses them and trusts them and supports them so they can save themselves
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Round 1 Part 3 Poll 6
Propaganda
Captain Harlock is a renegade pirate who fights the totalion government controlling dystopian Earth. He is the most infamous criminal in the world he resides in, not only as a physical threat (the Arcadia has a lot of fire power and the crew has won many battles using superior tactics), but also as a charismatic leader who brings others to his cause.
He is an avid believer of existentialism, the philosophy that each individual has the freedom to make their own choices, regardless of what the world would consider right-or-wrong.
He was wildly popular to audiences during the anime space opera scene. His personality (stoic, quiet, sincere, terrifying ruthless badass) was very influential as a character archtype in following media.
No propaganda for Amina yet
#battle of the captains#tournament polls#round 1#captain harlock#space pirate captain harlock#animeblr#mangablr#amina al sirafi#the adventures of amina al sirafi#bookblr
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ZeroHar anthology - more updates
We've reached 10 contributors to the Zero and Harlock anthology! Special thanks to: @tadashidumba @aube-in-arcadia @deuxlitresdeux @neoarcadia @remyfrenchrat @mimmixerenard @missilemarz @casquetteecharpe and Melancholia for joining!
Just to recap, it's a black and white 7x10in book, so please keep that in mind when submitting art (no dark background please, and light colors for a good grey conversion). Other than that, I have no real restrictions, just make it ZeroHar and everyone's gonna be happy. Front and back cover in color by the very talented @remyfrenchrat and @deuxlitresdeux!
Although printing is due for July, if you can send your art(s) as soon as it's ready, it will give me time to do the lay out as I get them. You can submit as many pieces as you want! Plus it will give @tadashidumba a chance to write a fanfic inspired by your drawings!
We have a big French crew, merci beaucoup, so sorry if all my posts are in English ^^'
Don't hesitate to contact me for more details. I'll also need your pseudo and contact info, i.e. how you want your art to be credited in the book and if you want to share your website/blog/twitter/ao3 etc. for people to discover more of your art.
Thanks again to everyone who agreed to collaborate on this artbook!!!
#leijiverse#cosmo warrior zero#warrius zero#captainharlock#zerohar#zerolock#albator#captain harlock#harlock#leiji matsumoto#zerohar anthology
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Navigating
Anon Harlock, newly minted von Valancius, was assuredly running out of patience. She needed a Navigator and since the keeper had, admittedly unsurprisingly, revealed himself to be a traitorous idiot and the old man had decided to spontaneously die, that left her with the brat. Who just wouldn't stop crying.
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Anon Harlock, newly minted von Valancius, was assuredly running out of patience. She needed a Navigator and since the keeper had, admittedly unsurprisingly, revealed himself to be a traitorous idiot and the old man had decided to spontaneously die, that left her with the brat. Who just wouldn't stop crying.
After a few minutes of very grating waiting, the girl had just lost her home and despite some rumours she was not entirely without a heart, the Lord Captain had enough. She crossed her arms and glared down at the younger woman.
"Enough tears, you're coming with me now."
Despite her impatience and rough tone she truly hadn't meant it as a threat, it was a simple fact that they couldn't stay. Unfortunately it seemed that even the blood and guts splattered all over the walls and floor were not enough to spur the inexperienced heir of house Orsellio into wanting to leave her defiled home. The lighting flickered ominously as the mutant girl's head snapped up to stare at the stranger who had seemingly uprooted her life. Without meaning to, Anon's hand twitched to her rifle's handle. Wide, tear stained eyes staring up at her were hardly a new experience for the hardened pirate, but they were significantly more unsettling when they were a shimmering blood red without a pupil and coming from beneath a third eye that could rip her to shreds simply by opening.
"And if I refuse? What... What are you going to do to me?" Coming from another, Anon might have taken it for an invitation to start flirting, but despite robbing quite a few ships and occasionally planets in her time, she was not in the habit of robbing cradles. There were better ways to tie important children to her person. Particularly when they had been isolated from any and all reality like the young woman before her had clearly been. The three Fs had yet to fail her. Firm, frank, and funny.
"I shall give you the honour of a prolonged session of admiring my wonderful visage to this sour backdrop. We'll both be stuck here considering my lack of a Navigator and your lack of a..." She threw a pointed look around the gore decorated room, before raising her eyebrow at the young woman before her. "Well, anything."
The navigator girl hesitated, staring up at her in confusion. Well, at least she stopped crying. Small victories. Unfortunately the victory remained small and the only person who could get the Lord Captain's fancy new ship out of the dump of a system remained on her knees, fingers buried in viscera. Hopefully she'd wash her hands before touching the stirring stick. Did Navigators use those? Maybe she should have checked in more with the old geezer in her old crew...
Ah but of course all that still necessitated that the little princess got on her feet and came along. Preferably willingly, handing a desperate captive the controls to the entire ship during the extremely sensitive moments of warp jumps did not for a safe travelling experience make. Anon von Valancius, Rogue Trader of the Koronus Expanse and Lord Captain of the Reginatrix Universi sighed with annoyance, her dark blonde hair falling over her left eyes as she briefly lowered her head.
"Oh alright fine. Abelard, where's my booklet?" The ever diligent senechal stepped up beside her, making sure not to step on any corpse bits in process.
"I have it here, Lord Captain."
As he handed over a small but impressively thick little booklet, he glanced at the young Lady Cassia, kneeling on the ground and splattered with her guardians' blood, with a sympathetic frown. Huh, a thing to note. She already knew that Abelard Werserian, despite his claims to the contrary, was not first and foremost a navy officer, but a family man. A sentiment that was seemingly not limited to merely his own offspring. With a short blink Anon filed that piece of exploitable information away in her brain for later use. First, the navigator girl had to be convinced. If she wanted to play the spoiled little princess, Anon would just have to play along for a little while. At least marginally.
With fleet fingers she quickly rifled through her booklet. The smell of ink and fresh paper mingled in the air with the stench of rapidly cooling blood.
"Let's see, where is it... Ah yes." With some theatrics the Lord Captain cleared her throat, straightened her and back and audibly knocked the heels of her boots together. "Lady Cassia, I, Anon von Valancius, Rogue Trader of the Imperium of Mankind, offer you my protection and grant you shelter aboard my vessel." The speech ended with a dramatic bow, certainly much too deep for a Rogue Trader towards a crew member, however noble they may be. Still bent down, she looked at the girl in front of her, now at her actual eye level, and raised an eyebrow. "Happy now?"
The emotions rolling over the young woman's face were certainly entertaining, ranging from appreciation over outrage to girlish glee. In the end she settled on plain confusion. "Why... Do you have that?"
Anon straightened again, grinned, smoothed out her leather coat and waved the little booklet around. "This? It's useful to keep track of all the little details of etiquette, ceremony and all that. I am still somewhat new to the job and practicality has taken precedent over decorum for now." She resisted the urge to turn away and give her treasure another loving lookover. The first thing she'd done after Theodora's untimely and extremely convenient demise had been to dig through all documents on her new writing desk. In the process of vetting everything for interesting information she'd found the little booklet abandoned in a corner of the office together with other material Theodora had apparently not found worthy of her attention. It was of smooth, pearl white paper, with the distinct smell of cotton grown in the peculiar soil of Kolarrax Six, a world deep in the Winterscale protectorate, and bound in wonderfully soft, red grox leather. A beauty and a joy to write in. Using a datapad for her notes would have been an unforgivable waste.
"I see... " The young Navigator's eyes unfocused for a moment, as if she was looking somewhere beyond this reality. For a second Anon thought she might start crying again at the sight of the corpses strewn everywhere behind them, but instead something like resolve finally seemed to wash over the bone white, unsettling features. The young woman rose to her feet in a disturbingly fluid manner, as if reality itself had shifted rather than her body. With squared shoulders and lifted chin, hands crossed behind her, she finally gave an answer.
"I, Lady Cassia of house Orsellio, accept your most gracious offer." The following bow was elegant and deep, just as was appropriate for a Navigator to a Rogue Trader. The Lord Captain grinned.
"Good job, girl." She gave the still bowed young woman a light pat on the head and turned around, confidently striding towards the shuttle bay. Her retinue quickly fell in step behind her. Including, after just a moment of hesitation, her first stepping stone to not Theodora's empire, but her very own.
#warhammer 40k rogue trader#fanfiction#writing#anon von valancius#cassia orsellio#rogue trader#Act 1#first meetings#anon sucks a lot more than she comes across in this honestly#but i'm only just getting into writing again#gotta practice#and write about the absolutely horrendous catastrophy that is the relationship between Anon and Marzipan
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Staple! Independent Media Expo is back for 2024, and I'm delighted to be tabling with @marlenadutch this year!
Creators were asked to draw the Staplegator in their style, so I went with a tribute to the peerless Leiji Matsumoto, who was one of my childhood inspirations to start drawing comics <3.
I'll be featuring my own space pirates rather than Captain Harlock and his crew, but come see us and all the other amazing indie creators who will be there!
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/𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛 🇮🇹
I don't sing with autotune
Better I'm with the crew in a blue car
You're shit on live, good on Youtube
They make me Oh, they make you Boo
They say rap is dead
In fact, starting this year they're all doing trap
A bit like those days when I dress like an idiot like Johnny Depp
I'm getting ready for the big gala
I enter with the casquet like Carrà
This club looks like the Maracana
Petrifying cachet like Jerry Calà
'This girl wants me in chains
I have a hole in my heart a crater deep
Milan to drink, I let myself fall
Do you want to make me happy? Can you give it to me to drink?
It's so bad, anyone who talks too much here has a snowball's chance
Call the doctor and receive
Talk about the money he lends to the money he drinks
To the money he owes
Tonight I won't dance
No, I won't dance
You take me as badly as Ballarò
No, I won't dance
Sorry but not today
Have you seen what this shit does to me?
Tonight I won't dance
No, I won't dance
I'm sorry but the party's over
The party's over, the party's over
I do numbers, you count slowly
I'm the guy who breaks your plan
Or did you think I was Montalbano?
Instead Albano died; joke
Have a laugh, now that you're older you're already vaginal
During the day you seemed ill to me
I find you more beautiful but at the end of the evening
I see as Captain Harlock
I smoke, if I get the chance I'll talk
Good morning, I'm already polite
Do you pray to San Gennaro? I am Japanese!
I've loved being away from you and being alone all my life
That's why when the sun comes down
I wear glasses myself at night
And I know I should take a Drake walk
Instead you call me Mandrake
Because I'm a magician and I'll send you on holiday to the lake if I get the verses in one take
Let's go to the beach, like the Righeiras
The music takes off already on the first evening
It consumes me under the sheets in spring
This mask doesn't hide me, it reveals me
I don't dance like Michael, Lebon Simon
Love Is In The Air holding the Baygon
Psycho, a hermit's life
My head hurts, sorry but the party's over
Tonight I won't dance
No, I won't dance
You take me as badly as Ballarò
No, I won't dance
Sorry but not today
Have you seen what this shit does to me?
Tonight I won't dance
No, I won't dance
I'm sorry but the party's over
The party's over, the party's over
@seanisnothing @bigbonzo @boanerges20 @faccaldo 🇮🇹
La festa è finita by Salmo 🏴☠️💣🕺🏼🎧☠️ v8
#🇮🇹#☠️#gif mood board#mood in between#12/2023#salmo#lost in translation#Italian rap#bouncer#the Party is over#international beats#exploring#track of the day#x-heesy#fucking favorite#music#now playing#spotify#music and art#im freaking the fuck out#i need to dance the fuck out
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"Space Pirate Captain Harlock and his 40 crew members
Wanted dead or alive!!
Reward is a full year’s supply of finest quality energy capsules. Contact. Mecha Police, Megalopolis Station”
#galaxy express 999#ginga tetsudou 999#galaxy express 999 the signature edition#captain harlock#leijiverse#anime movie#1979 anime#g anime
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"I can feel it..." "All of our hearts!" "Everyone's wishes!" "We are one!"
Holy moly I cannot even BEGIN to express how gog damn excited I was when the Magic Knight Rayearth crew was announced to be in SRW T (and also was used immediately again in SRW 30). Not only am I just a big SRW fan, and mecha fan, and love me soome MKR, but also SRW T was itself a super good entry in that series which also included, among a lot of other good casts; Space Captain Harlock, and motherfucking COWBOY BEBOP. Gog DAMN SRW T was a great entry.
Oh right, also just MKR is great too, yknow. I never watched the anime but did read the entire manga, which I loved. I just hafta gush about their appearance in SRW T because I'd spent years saying I wanted to see them in that series. And NOW, NOW I have a pretty damn good model kit from Moderoid, who've been cranking out pretty damn good model kits of giant robot franchises that for whatever reason Bandai isn't fielding, of the COMBINED RUNE GOD. Or Combined Rayearth, depending on where you read/watched MKR.
The fact they went to the effort of giving us two sets of wings so we can reproduce either the more machine like wings or more angelic wings (based on the combined forms' two major appearances), rather then just whichever one would be considered more popular. Good stuff. Its a nice big chunky kit with some weight to it (for what it is of course), and stands strong in a gunpla collection as tall as most master grades.
More shots under the cut!
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An AU of Captain Harlock I made
Despise, the vengeful spirit of Captain Harlock. He was once a man made of honor, a space pirate with an individualist philosophy of life. One fateful day, he visited the daughter of his great friend, Mayu. Tanks sent by Commander Mitsuru Kiruta got Harlock captured. Harlock's Crew were trying to save him, but Mazone ships got in their way when trying to save him and delayed His rescue. Harlock was tragically executed Kiruta's firing squad on the dart target area standing on the bullseye on Earth, and it was too late. Harlock suddenly woke up in a strange realm. He was still bound to the cuffs on his wrists, until a group of entities appeared before him.. they used his friend's daughter, Mayu, as a weakness to make his vulnerability increase, and influenced his rage and vengeance to end Kiruta's life. Harlock was successfully influenced, becoming an angry ghost driven by hatred. Despise. Despise resides in the now abandoned Arcadia. those who cross paths with this ghost ship are greeted with the sounds of groaning and screaming coming from the engines, then meet their terrible demise. Those who speak of this this cursed tale will most likely be haunted forever by none other than Despise himself.
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Niji-iro Midori: The Reluctant Ringmaster
Chapter 6: The Circus of Wayward Wonders
On reaching the Circus of Wayward Wonders, the Celestial Menagerie refugees reunited with their long-lost comrades and met all of the new additions to the circus who had come from other places. The performers met with the ringmaster, Myron “Thunder” Stendhal, to figure out how to integrate their acts with the new schedule, while the support workers found their new assignments. As the circus performances had not yet started, they also reached out to the town of Abberton to take odd jobs to bring in a little income for food and supplies.
Myron and his circus co-founder, Professor Zarlian Kyosophus, warned the Celestial Menagerie refugees not to go around town stealing. “You don’t want to sully the Circus’ reputation. And we refuse to run this show like Dusklight ran hers!”
During downtime, Brondin Stonehammer and some of the existing security guards teamed up to provide basic weapons training to the crew, ensuring that they would be able to hold their own in an actual fight. Bufurug also taught some basics of first aid and healing wounds. Even the Professor took time to educate the group on circus history.
Myron gave Midori the responsibility of advertising the circus in the town, selling tickets, providing information in general, and welcoming audience members to the nightly performances. They even worked out a way for Midori to show off her singing voice, following Myron’s performance introduction with customized songs to introduce the acts.
After a few days, Midori noticed that Bufurug was making no effort to settle in and join the cooking crew. One afternoon, she saw him and some of the others packing up and preparing to go on a journey.
“Apologies, Midori, but I cannot stay. Too much has been happening around the island, and I feel that it is my responsibility to help restore the environment to its former lush glory. I shall be making the pilgrimage to the Hermitage of Blessed Lightning. Harlock Hamdeel is the leader there, and I hope to spend some time with him learning everything that he knows about the aeon orbs’ failure.”
Midori leaned down to give her old friend a hug. “I’ll miss ya. Won’t be the same without ya. An’,” her eyes opened widely, starting to mist over with tears, “well, I’ll also miss your cookin’.”
Bufurug chuckled. “I did hand off some recipe cards to Larry. He will take care of you all, food-wise.”
Midori looked over to Brondin, who was securing his backpack. “Brondin, too? Who will keep trainin’ us?”
Brondin replies, “The security team can help in my absence. I need to make sure this lot makes it through the wilderness without trouble. They’re pretty green.”
Midori turned to Itty-Bitty. “You’re goin’ with ‘em, too?”
Itty-Bitty "I weren't much help back there in the forest with that spinesnapper guy." She rubbed her still-healing shoulder in apology. “I need t’ get better at fightin'. Brondin said 'e'd teach me. So I'm goin' with 'im and Boof. It ain't far, but I gotta lay off performin' while I learn. We'll keep in touch!”
Itty-Bitty picked Midori up off of the ground in a huge bear hug. “See ya, Squirt. Whoo! Yer smellin' a bit ripe. Maybe take a bath or somethin'?”
“Ha ha, what? I just took a bath. Remember? Last week at The Miners’ Den. With a whole bottle o' shampoo and everything!” Itty-Bitty returned Midori to her feet.
Hearing the exchange, Myron came over to Midori. “A moment, please?” He leaned down to her and started whispering in her ear.
Midori nodded and responded as Myron whispered. “Uh-huh.... Yeah.... 'Polite society,' sure.... 'High Gene?' Who is this 'Gene' fella? .... Oh. I see.” Midori’s eyes shifted back and forth from right to left. “Well, see ya 'round, Big Sis. I'll miss ya. Well, now I, uh, have a thing to do.” She turned and sprinted toward the washrooms.
Satisfied with the conversation, Myron straightened up and shook hands with the departing group.
The next month gave the circus much time for practicing and performing for the locals. However, bad news began to filter in. Many of the local crops had begun to die off and fail. The meager harvests were even more meager than the preceding years. Morale around the town was beginning to falter. The townsfolk were certainly in need of some quality entertainment!
At last, the time had come: opening night. The Circus of Wayward Wonders stood ready to start off their first performance! Audience members began to file in through the entrance, filling the big top to capacity, unaware of what was about to unfold….
Chapter 1: We Are On a Diplomatic Mission to Absalom
Chapter 2: The Circus Arrives Without Warning
Chapter 3: Hi-Diddle-De-Dee, a Carny's Life for Me
Chapter 4: Not My Circus, Not My Monkeys
Chapter 5: One Does Not Simply Walk Into Abberton
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@fellapart liked for a harlock starter
the captain of the arcadia stood tall and confident, his hands meeting one another behind his back. there was an air of nonchalance about him, but that was deceiving. harlock kept mostly to himself. the arcadia and it's crew were not really focused on notoriety as it were. but that, in and of itself came with it's bonuses. sometimes to be unknown or underestimated gave you the upper hand.
harlock also happened to be an observant man. he made a point to be aware of his contemporaries and of the potential threat they posed.
❝ so, buggy was it? ❞ he asked, knowing full well who he was speaking to. now it was merely about determining whether or not the other pirate was friend or foe, and as quickly as possible.
#fellapart#i love harlock so much#thank you for liking#i cry#𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 : verse: one piece . ⧽ — — i fight only for what i believe in.
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you referring to your story as the cast and crew is so spot on like YES it does feel like a whole production!! LMAO. ive been thinking to myself since the first time i read these books that they are so movie worthy bc they LITERALLY have it all. amazing fucking plot with continuous turns of events? check. complex characters that are flawed and traumatized but so easily loved and main character worthy? check. romance, eternal fucking love, deep relationships between the characters? CHECK. various subplots in the third part that all meet into one heart wrenching scene? FUCKING CHECK.
THEN IT ENDS WITH SUCH A POWERFUL AND EMOTIONAL FIGHT SCENE. AND YOU FOLLOW IT ALL UP WITH A PREQUEL? GOODNESS.
i could truly imagine everything into a movie while reading these books and i can never get enough of them.
not to mention this is barely scratching the surface of the thought you put into love endless as a whole bc that world building of yours? the branches coming out of this story with conall and everything AND you're supplying us with extra scenes just for the sake of it bc you're so fucking amazing and dedicated. (all while torturing us with the suspense)
is this not the definition of perfect?
GOODness GRAcious ME oh MY! You sure do know how to butter me up. You could lead me right into a trap and destroy me with those kinds of compliments. Listen, it's been such a great privilege to write something that people enjoy almost as much as I do pft. A genuine honor to get feedback like this, and a joy to consistently add to and grow the universe. The fact that people care beyond the main story arc of the fandom couple from which this all spawns is craaaazy. I get people caring about Louis and Harry.... They obviously found the story that way. But caring about Conall? Harlock? Agnes? OCs that have 0% to do with 1d that are loved is the greatest compliment. I'll keep writing this until there is no extra place I could possibly take it. Every story has to end some time. But I've still got a bit to go before I throw in this towel, and I may always keep the option to commission scenes in the extras book open. Thank you for being such a massive sweetheart. 💗
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