symphony of space

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Hello everyone! Our fandom here needs a wake up call! So let’s do a Captain Harlock week. Come bond with your fellow space pirates and contribute fanart, fanfiction, edits, gifs, videos, memes, anything you want to make! (´ ˘ `∗)♡ This Captain Harlock week will be from Nov. 20th to Nov. 27th! Each day has a theme “but you don’t have to follow them” ♡ so have fun and get creative! ( ˙˘˙ )♡ There will be more Harlock weeks in the future because there are so many other themes I wanted to add too. So if you don’t see a theme you wanted, no worries! (๑ ˙˘˙)/ The future has you covered. Make sure to tag your posts each day with #CaptainHarlockWeek so everyone can see your beautiful work! I have made a side blog for #CaptainHarlockWeek so I can reblog all of the posts! So let’s get started! ヾ(Ő∀Ő๑)ノ*・✫゚*♡

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I wonder if when people picture me, they just see a mad man standing on a table waving a giant Jolly Roger flag and crying hysterically because that is 100,000% me

Harlock, the love of my life, my heart and soul 

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That was when they noticed that every musician on the stage was wearing mourning black. That was when they shut up. And when the conductor raised his arms, it was not a symphony that filled the cavernous space.

It was the Song of Eyllwe.

Then Song of Fenharrow. And Melisande. And Terrasen. Each nation that had people in those labour camps.

And finally, not for pomp or triumph, but to mourn what they had become, they played the Song of Adarlan.

When the final note finished, the conductor turned to the crowd, the musicians standing with him. As one, they looked to the boxes, to all those jewels bought with the blood of a continent. And without a word, without a bow or another gesture, they walked off the stage.

The next morning, by royal decree, the theatre was shut down.

No one saw those musicians or their conductor again.