Well, looky here. It has been some time since I have posted on Tumblr. Let’s kick it off with a Breath of the Wild piece. I loved this game and the emotional relationship between Link and Zelda. I think there can be many interpretations of their relationship in this game- but this is how I felt about it.
Summary: While discussing poetry, the Doctor remembers Rose.
Characters: Twelfth Doctor, Bill Potts, Nardole
Author’s Note: This is a departure for me, because I am no poet, and I frankly know nothing about poetry beyond a college level poetry class I took a million years ago, but She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron got stuck in my head this morning, and this is the result. Obviously, Lord Byron’s poem, which I’ve quoted here, does not belong to me. The Doctor’s opinions on Lord Byron’s works are his own, and are not necessarily shared by the author.This is intended as a one-shot, and I’m marking it complete, but I may change my mind. Who knows.
She comes to him in dreams, more often now than she has for centuries. No, that’s a lie. He’s very good at it, lying, particularly to himself; it’s a skill he’s honed over millennia after all. In truth, not a day has gone by that he hasn’t thought of her, at least once or twice, sometimes with the twinge of nostalgia brought on by fresh loss and old age, sometimes with a terrible longing he hadn’t believed this incarnation capable of. It was an ironic gift of the blindness, the ability to see her face more clearly now than he had for centuries: on a space station, glowing with the energy of the Vortex; under a black hole, kissing the helmet of his space suit; lying on the floor of the console room, laughing with the sheer joy of living; and most often, in a darkened, war-torn street her lips slowly curling up into a smile, her light blonde hair falling loose upon her shoulders, her brown eyes twinkling as she spotted him.
In his dreams that scene ended differently, with a long-awaited kiss, exuberant because that was who he had been in those days, a kiss filled with the joy of reconciliation and passion for the girl whom he’d believed he’d never see again.
He shut his eyes for a moment, savoring the false memory, and absently traced a finger over his lips. Different lips to be sure, but still his own.
“‘She walks in beauty as the night,’” he quoted softly.
“That’s Shakespeare, isn’t it?” Bill asked from somewhere to the left and slightly behind him.
He started, startled by the sound of her voice. He’d thought himself alone.
“Nah, that’ll be Robert Browning,” Nardole responded. Ahead of him, six paces. Other side of the console? Possibly. When had they come in, and how had he not noticed? Too lost in his thoughts, he expected. “All that lovey dovey stuff’s a bit too sentimental for my taste.”
The Doctor reached into an inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out his sonic sunglasses. He slipped them on with an air of nonchalance.
“You’re both wrong. It’s Lord Byron,” he corrected. “One of the greatest poets who ever lived.” With the aid of the sunglasses, from his position sitting on the stairs in the TARDIS control room, he could now *see* in front of him the console, its glowing time rotor reaching up to the ceiling, and two humanoid life forms, one standing on the side of the console nearest the door, the other walking across the room towards the console. As he had predicted, Nardole was the one on the far side of the console, his life readings humanish rather than strictly human.
As Bill came to a stop in front of the monitor, the Doctor stood. He tugged at his jacket to straighten it before crossing unerringly to join her. He was getting better at this, he thought, pretending to not be blind. Of course, the glasses helped.
“One of the greatest human poets, maybe,” Nardole responded, the skepticism heavy in his voice clearly indicating he didn’t think much of Lord Byron, or of human poets in general. Given his attitude on humans in general, it wasn’t surprising.
“One of the greatest poets, and not just of humans,” the Doctor corrected.
“If you say so,” Nardole said dubiously.
“I do say so, and I am the world’s utmost authority on poetry.”
Look, I’m not gonna stand here and say thiefshipping is canon, but you can’t deny that the relationship between Marik and Bakura is unique from every other relationship they’ve had.
I mean, take Bakura as a primary example. He has shown opposition or hostility to every single other person who’s tried to fight Yugi that he encounters (Pegasus, the Paradox brothers [manga], Bonz, Sid & Zygor, Bandit Keith [anime], Otogi [manga], Haga and Ryuzaki [anime], Yami Marik, hell even Kaiba in the anime). And yes I know that in many of these cases defeating them helped him further his cause but it doesn’t change the fact that he is hostile to them.
But not Marik. Despite the whole “trying to kill each other” at the start, they create an alliance. We see that they both have abrasive personalities and get on each other’s nerves, but never at any point does he go back on their agreement.
“But Krissy, isn’t he just trying to get closer to his revenge?” No child, because you see he needs the Pharaoh alive so that he can open the door of darkness. By helping Marik try to kill the Pharaoh, he’s throwing an extra wrench into his plans and yet he still does it.
Analysing it purely from the world of the writer (as opposed to the world of the characters), it really says something when your main villain will oppose every other antagonist except one. Takahashi put a lot of thought into the details of Yu-Gi-Oh!, so in my personal opinion it’s not just a coincidence.