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Highly Selective Sixth Officer James Moody of the RMS Titanic

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— “What a lot has happened since then, and what a distance I have covered.”

independent + highly selective james paul moody sixth officer of the RMS titanic written + utterly adored by mary

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YES I KNOW OK.

I keep saying I’m going to be back on and then I don’t

so, here’s the plan

I am completely revamping this blog and I’m gonna get back into it. I am creating a new blog for James. I have done a lot of research in the last few days and I actually found new information that I didn’t know that actually…. really changes my characterization. So, I’m going to do that now… everybody just hang tight

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nobody be alarmed.

this is going to turn into sixthofficer-archive

same going with @officerlightoller turning into officerlightoller-archive and @fifthofficer turning into fifthofficer-archive

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YES I KNOW OK.

I keep saying I'm going to be back on and then I don’t

so, here’s the plan

I am completely revamping this blog and I’m gonna get back into it. I am creating a new blog for James. I have done a lot of research in the last few days and I actually found new information that I didn’t know that actually.... really changes my characterization. So, I’m going to do that now... everybody just hang tight

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HEY GUYS! LONG TIME NO SEE - I just wanted to drop by and tell you guys what’s been happening because my hiatus has been a really long time. I never lost my muse, just really lost the motivation to live my life normally after what happened. I had my you know what and I am feeling really renewed and refreshed and I feel safe coming back on and getting threads done now. 

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HIATUS NOTICE

due to unforeseen circumstances, I have to be away from the rpc for a little bit because well. I'm in a really unstable position right now emotionally and it’s been really hard to come to this conclusion. I'm trusting you, my followers and dear friends, to keep me and Jordan in your thoughts and prayers right now because it’s been a really hard decision to make. I want to be upfront and truthful with you all. I was going to keep this private but I want to use this experience as a way to speak up about the topic and advocate for it because I know a lot of people don’t support it. Thank you all for understanding. This doesn’t mean I am abandoning this blog, in fairness, I feel like the spirit of James is really helping me through this process (which is weird to say) but I am a really spiritual person so I feel like he is with me through this tough time and I am never going to abandon this man. 

For those of you who wish to stay in contact with me, please DM me and I’ll send you my number ( for those of you with iPhones, I use messenger but I have limited texting ), and/or facebook

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I made a sim of James last night and posted it and now I'm seeing so many muse sims on my dash. 

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the Titanic musicians “I don’t suppose he waited to be sent for, but after finding how dangerous the situation was, he probably called his men together and began playing. I know that he [bandmaster Wallace Hartley] often said that music was a bigger weapon for stopping disorder than anything on earth. He knew the value of the weapon he had, and I think he proved his point.”

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                                Back to your previously-scheduled programming.

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YES. I did make James on sims. 

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MANY MONTHS HAS WENT BY, AND MALENA HAS IN FACT CHANGED GREATLY. As predicted, she inherited her millions – her fashion line expanding dramatically only because of her survival of the Titanic gave her plenty of American publicity. However, her public life was very private. Only her maids and servants trustfully keeping her private life out of the New Yorker papers. Upon her arrival to New York, weeks later, Malena found out that she was carrying. Carrying a man’s child whose fate was handed to the cold spring ocean of the Atlantic. She mourn his death, seeing the son she has now resembling him. His eyes specifically. But like everyone else who had lost someone dearly to the ship of dreams, Malena had to move on. 

And that she did, moved on and yet, utterly blessed that she was gifted with a child of her own. Her took after her dark features, olive skin and dark brown hair. For now, he took after his father’s. Crystal blue, just like the Italian sea. Life was good, blessed still until reading her Sunday morning papers. Front cover headline: TITANIC OFFICER, FOUND MONTHS AFTER SHIPWRECK. The tea she was merely taking sips out of was dropped and smashed on the wooden table. Her heart, skipping as her mind wander in thoughts of him still having feelings for her. There was once a time she had thought to sacrifice herself. But if she had, she wouldn’t have her son…

She didn’t know where to find him, or maybe he was able to find her? There wasn’t a single store outside a mile a part that didn’t have her name on it. Even her well known estate inside Manhatten, the entire city knew where she was located. The question was, did he truly love her? Or was it a way to get Malena on the ship?

--- IT TOOK A LONG TIME TO FIND WHERE SHE LIVES. finally, he had seen a shop with her name on it and upon entering, he was immediately recognized and given the address of her estate. he taxis there, palms drenched in sweat and lips chapped. when he enters the property, he feels as if it were all a dream. he knows she is her own kind of royalty and she has established herself as such. when he knocks on the door, he is greeted by a butler, who invites him in and takes his flat cap and coat and rushes to get his mistress. he is left at the staircase with his heart beating rapidly. the house seems quiet except for an odd occurrence upstairs. a child crying? no, a baby. he swallows a lump in his throat. she has found another and they have conceived a child together. he will apologize and leave. 

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@sicilianrcse the sequel. 

--- THEY FOUND HIM 200 MILES AWAY, floating on a door. he was clinging to life at that point. hyperthermic, dirty, starving. his hand, mangled from his ravenous desire to eat. he had little choice. he was sent to a hospital in newfoundland before he was released to find his own way. the press constantly follows him, tracking his every move. he now stands in grand central station in new york city. he isn’t sure where he will find malena or if she has forgiven him. it’s been so many months since he forced her on that lifeboat. no doubt, she has read the papers and seen his face on the front cover. he is stopped all the time, sometimes scorn by grieving family members for being involved with the white star line and then praised for his valiant attempt to save passengers and facing the horrors of the sea alone. they ignore the leathery scars on his hand and he thanks god for that. nonetheless, his focus is on finding her and at least apologizing. if she does not forgive him, he will leave and never bother her ever again. he will not even utter her name, or dream of her, or mourn the loss of a promising relationship. he will just be happy to see her alive. 

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1,500 people went into the sea… when Titanic sank from under us

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GOING ON THAT BOAT WAS IT FOR THEM, Malena knew well that if she would to go on that boat with other scared passengers, she knew he was going to die. He even hinted it. She protested enough, but noticed how he was losing his patience with her. If he really wanted her to go and not care about his own life, perhaps it was something Malena shouldn’t be fighting for. She didn’t bother to say another word – turning to her side, Malena gripped the icy trailing of the boat and pulled a leg over into the boat. Balancing herself as the boat itself was moving side to side. 

--- HE MOTIONS FOR THE SAILORS IN CHARGE OF THE BOAT TO STEADY IT, and one moves to steady malena into the boat. the boat is already quite full, he notices and is ready to be taken down. suddenly, a woman pushes towards him, shoving a bundle into his arms. “ take her please, put her on the boat. “ he nods, looking at the small newborn that is now cradled in his arms. his eyes raises to malena but he entrusts the child to an older, grandmotherly like woman who is sat in the boat.     “ after this woman is seated, you are clear to embark. “ his eyes returns to malena, a small, apologetic smile on his face. “ godspeed. “

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IF SHE WASN’T CRYING BEFORE, she certainly was now. Head shakes and a single tear managed to fall from her face. Of course, he had to tell her things she wanted to hear in a very serious moment. “Do you love me?” She asks him, even if he says yes, it wasn’t going to change her mind about going on the boat. She took hold of her lifeboat and tightened it. “You shouldn’t have to worry about me now. Your life shouldn’t be sacrificed for all these people.”

--- “ YES. I DO. I DO LOVE YOU. “ he says, almost embarrassed of himself. she is stubborn but her stubbornness is going to get her killed. he takes her face into his hands, wiping her tears away. “ i cannot just leave, malena. this is my job. i knew the risks and as much as i am willing to dedicate my life to you, you have to let me do this. you must at least try to survive. “ a part of him regrets ever being involved with her, at least if he had not known her, if she had not known him . . . she would have gotten on the boat without question. he is crying now but his tears are hot in his own passion and frustration. " now, get on the FUCKING boat before i have you restrained and tossed on like a sack of potatoes. do not DARE test me because i will. “

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SHE PULLS HIS TROUSERS DOWN FURTHER SO THAT THEY WRAPPED AROUND HIS ANKLES, hands now gripping his already hard cock. Malena didn’t say another word, but only if he knew that he also consumed her thoughts. If she didn’t have to wear so many fabrics, she would be more willing to stay in her suite and pleasure herself. In strong twists, she strokes his cock, her free hand massaging his balls. 

--- HIS MIND EASES IMMEDIATELY, and his head tilts back. it’s what he’s been dreaming of all day. a sigh escapes his mouth with a faint moan lingering behind. he watches her, wondering how god could have crafted such a perfect being. his gaze does not break. nobody has ever paid any attention to his balls before and he assumes it’s an italian thing. nonetheless, it feels divine.