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'Quantum of Ssssolace' Poster - art by Amaranth
Original artwork by the best person and artist I have ever known, 
Amaranth! Bask in the magnificence of her original submission here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/27654070/
~
Much as she has for my birthday in the past, in 2013 ( https://www.furaffinity.net/view/10078366/ ) and in 2016 ( https://www.furaffinity.net/view/19292290/ ), my dearest, delightful and darling Dame Amaranth Dench deigned to bequeath upon me the most magical and magnificent of movie-based gifts for my birthday.
This year, she did much the same, providing me with the poster perfection seen above! Thank you Ama, as I know that you know, I love it more than I can say. <3333333333333333333333
(It's based on this poster, of course: https://www.dropbox.com/s/gja3cdur7.....lace1.jpg?dl=0 )
I'm posting it NOW, though, because today is the 10th anniversary of the theatrical release of the 'real' Quantum of Solace. All the Sond films come out in March, though, since that's when my birthday is! :D
For any gift as glorious as this, I must honour it by taking the time to write for it. In my estimation, that is a more sure sign of my appreciation than merely stating my affection plainly, I think.
Below is a little preview of the Sondian adventure that the film portrays. There are thousands more words that will get their own submission soon.
Enjoy! :}===<
~~~
Python at Port-au-Prince - An Ames Sond scene, by Amethystine
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Ames Sond stood in front of a mirror in a ruined hotel bedroom.
The large python-naga was part of the reason why it was trashed, but his discerning eye had judged room 325 of the 'Hôtel Dessalines' to be rubbish as soon as he had entered, much the same as the rest of the crumbling building that lay in the heart of Port-au-Prince, Haiti.
The snake was checking himself for any last traces of blood he had missed wiping off as he pulled on a black windbreaker jacket that did not belong to him, overtop his deep navy blue polo. He was covering up the make-shift bandage he had ripped from another garment that was not his.
All of these things: the blood, the ripped up shirt and the lightweight black jacket, all belonged to the other person responsible for the state of the hotel suite. A certain Mr Slate, whom Sond had discovered was both another naga, as well as lying in wait within the room, when agent 00S had entered.
The fight had not lasted long - any longer, and the mighty thumps of twisting, thrashing coils and tails might have drawn an immediate response. Sond supposed he was lucky the place was such a dive; a more respectable establishment would have had the cops knocking on Mr Slate's door minutes ago.
Slate had came at him with a knife, which was half of why the fight was as short as it was. It had been a simple matter of relieving his quarry of the convenient weapon and plunging it into a few key places upon the naga's body, which Sond was all too familiar with, given he had those same weak spots. Slate had also been the only lead after that trouble back in Siena. The old roach had been furious to be so near to all the death and chaos she subjected Sond and the rest of the 00 section to on a near-daily basis.
Killing the other snake was both satisfying and frustrating to Ames. The naga was glad to let off some steam after the death of Naesper and the revelation of her betrayal and the reasons around it, but he was left without the option to interrogate Slate on his connection to Mr White's organization.
-
Nearly heading straight out the front door of the hotel, Sond slowed his quick slither, recalling that Slate had been at the Dessalines for days. Even if MI6 hadn't told him the exact time of the suspect's check-in, Ames knew it was at least before he had departed from London, the day before. Ergo, the desk staff was most likely different, and wouldn't know him from the other naga - or perhaps any other species.
He showed the room key to the girl at the old, wooden, scarred edifice that was the front desk, and asked if there had been any messages for 325, avoiding using the name 'Slate' in case the dead serpent had used another alias to check in.
"No, sir. The only message was about the briefcase that was delivered earlier," the helpful, pretty young Haitian trogon informed Sond. "Did you want us to continue holding it?"
"No. No, I'll take it now," Sond said flatly, as if he was bored by the idea, appearing as if definitely knew about such a lucky break. When the small bird woman handed him the silver duracase, he gave her a charming smile and thanked her, turning and sliding quickly on his way.
Outside, the naga operative began to formulate a plan for where to go to inspect the case, and how to get it open if it was locked, flowing along on his lengthy form nonchalantly in front of the hotel. He was weighing the pros and cons of brute force or a call to Q-branch, or simply returning to London, when the distinct hum-rumble of an electric-petrol hybrid car sounded near to his side.
"Get in!"
He looked up to see a smallish gold car pulling up and rocking to a stop, all while its driver and passenger had their intense golden-eyed stares upon him.
The snake came to a halt just as the vehicle did. The driver - a female that appeared partially human and partially draconic, with red scales framing a human face and adorning her unclothed arms - was the one who had commanded Sond to enter her car.
"What?" asked Ames.
It was the passenger's turn, then - a red-bearded dragonfolk male with the same red scales in the same places as his companion. He rumbled more deeply, but echoed his driver: "Get in," he demanded, authoritatively.
With a glance around, Sond pondered if he could have been mistaken for Slate. No one would know that 00S was in town. Most of all, he was intrigued by the strangely similar pair, mostly the beautiful female half. "All right," the python muttered, slinking his way into the rear of the bronze Ford hybrid, piling up his coils on the floor and somewhat on the seat. The naga placed his torso in the middle of the back, more easily able to see between the front seats and out through the front windscreen, as well as more able to monitor both of this two new horn-capped 'friends.'
"You're late," stated the male, glancing back at Sond as the woman pulled away from the curb, quickly accelerating.
"Someone just had to try to get a hold of me. A difficult sort of chat," the snake said of Slate, smirking to himself while the draconic duo wasn't looking.
"Oh? Who?" asked the girl. She was dressed in an orange crop-top with spaghetti straps, and a brown skirt. Her neck and upper chest were adorned with a heavy-looking gold chain necklace made up of large, smooth links. A pair of gold earrings hung from her lengthy, scale-backed ears.
The male had no jewellery and was in a blue Hawaiian shirt and green shorts. Something about their clothes struck the snake as odd, but he couldn't put a finger on it.
"A friend of Mr. White's," Ames answered, after only the slightest delay, then peered at the pair. He was attempting to analyze their reaction of his semi-red-scaled hosts. She had asked as if she would know who Sond had been speaking with - or rather, Slate - even though it was clear they had never met the real Slate before.
The pair in the front glanced at each other, meeting gazes. Sond took note of the woman's purse stuffed hastily between the front seats. The motion of the car had shifted it so its opening faced him slightly, one half of the strap dangling near to Ames' coils.
The dragohumans appeared to confer with one another without words. "Don't think we know him," concluded the woman. At the same time, Sond's tail tugged down on the purse-strap. Ames put his hands up on both seats, leaning forward to talk more easily with the two, as well as distract them from what his tail was doing. Both his hands were clearly not worming into the girl's handbag, so surely no part of him was.
Outside and to the rear of the bronze mid-size car the trio occupied, there was the distinctive sputtering noise of a dirt bike's motor. It was not an uncommon sound in Port-au-Prince, and the bike was a number of cars back. Neither the pair of draco-sapiens or the serpent knew just how closely the bike's rider was watching them, though.
"It's funny. You don't look at all like we were told you would," the male of the two said to the python. Just then, the serpent's tail managed to seize and retrieve a sturdy plastic card. He didn't look at it, instead meeting the male dragonfolk's questioning gaze directly.
"Really?" Sond asked, feigning genuine curiosity. He didn't go any further, it was better to play toward total ignorance when someone might be unravelling a lie you've spun for them.
"They didn't mention eye markings, and your pattern is--" began the large male, his head cocked in such a way that had one of his horns threatening to gouge a furrow in the car's ceiling.
Sond pondered the practical use of those curving cranial features as weapons in actual combat as he interrupted. "--Talking about snake patterning is like trying to hold water, little bits are always slipping through."
As their car came to a stop at a red light, the dirt-bike pulled up closer. There was only one car between the loud little two-wheeler and the dragons' car, and the wild-haired woman glanced into the rear-view mirror, irritated by the noise. Her eyebrow raised when she saw the rhinoceros iguana's head poking up from behind the vehicle between them, peering pointedly at their backside.
"A friend of yours?" she wryly asked.
Thankful for the change of topic, Sond looked back through the rear window. "I don't have any friends," he said, coldly.
Without hesitation, the girl gunned the gas and threaded the car through the red light, and betwixt a small gap in the stream of cars passing in either direction in front of them.
The chase was on.
-
Preview over! Read the first half of this little Haitian adventure here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/29387442/
~
Amethystine as Ames Sond © to his owner.
Indrys and Vygo Fyrre © to WhiteMantis.
James Bond 007 and related IP © to Ian Fleming, Albert R Broccoli's EON Productions and MGM.
Amaranth! Bask in the magnificence of her original submission here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/27654070/~
Much as she has for my birthday in the past, in 2013 ( https://www.furaffinity.net/view/10078366/ ) and in 2016 ( https://www.furaffinity.net/view/19292290/ ), my dearest, delightful and darling Dame Amaranth Dench deigned to bequeath upon me the most magical and magnificent of movie-based gifts for my birthday.
This year, she did much the same, providing me with the poster perfection seen above! Thank you Ama, as I know that you know, I love it more than I can say. <3333333333333333333333
(It's based on this poster, of course: https://www.dropbox.com/s/gja3cdur7.....lace1.jpg?dl=0 )
I'm posting it NOW, though, because today is the 10th anniversary of the theatrical release of the 'real' Quantum of Solace. All the Sond films come out in March, though, since that's when my birthday is! :D
For any gift as glorious as this, I must honour it by taking the time to write for it. In my estimation, that is a more sure sign of my appreciation than merely stating my affection plainly, I think.
Below is a little preview of the Sondian adventure that the film portrays. There are thousands more words that will get their own submission soon.
Enjoy! :}===<
~~~
Python at Port-au-Prince - An Ames Sond scene, by Amethystine
-
Ames Sond stood in front of a mirror in a ruined hotel bedroom.
The large python-naga was part of the reason why it was trashed, but his discerning eye had judged room 325 of the 'Hôtel Dessalines' to be rubbish as soon as he had entered, much the same as the rest of the crumbling building that lay in the heart of Port-au-Prince, Haiti.
The snake was checking himself for any last traces of blood he had missed wiping off as he pulled on a black windbreaker jacket that did not belong to him, overtop his deep navy blue polo. He was covering up the make-shift bandage he had ripped from another garment that was not his.
All of these things: the blood, the ripped up shirt and the lightweight black jacket, all belonged to the other person responsible for the state of the hotel suite. A certain Mr Slate, whom Sond had discovered was both another naga, as well as lying in wait within the room, when agent 00S had entered.
The fight had not lasted long - any longer, and the mighty thumps of twisting, thrashing coils and tails might have drawn an immediate response. Sond supposed he was lucky the place was such a dive; a more respectable establishment would have had the cops knocking on Mr Slate's door minutes ago.
Slate had came at him with a knife, which was half of why the fight was as short as it was. It had been a simple matter of relieving his quarry of the convenient weapon and plunging it into a few key places upon the naga's body, which Sond was all too familiar with, given he had those same weak spots. Slate had also been the only lead after that trouble back in Siena. The old roach had been furious to be so near to all the death and chaos she subjected Sond and the rest of the 00 section to on a near-daily basis.
Killing the other snake was both satisfying and frustrating to Ames. The naga was glad to let off some steam after the death of Naesper and the revelation of her betrayal and the reasons around it, but he was left without the option to interrogate Slate on his connection to Mr White's organization.
-
Nearly heading straight out the front door of the hotel, Sond slowed his quick slither, recalling that Slate had been at the Dessalines for days. Even if MI6 hadn't told him the exact time of the suspect's check-in, Ames knew it was at least before he had departed from London, the day before. Ergo, the desk staff was most likely different, and wouldn't know him from the other naga - or perhaps any other species.
He showed the room key to the girl at the old, wooden, scarred edifice that was the front desk, and asked if there had been any messages for 325, avoiding using the name 'Slate' in case the dead serpent had used another alias to check in.
"No, sir. The only message was about the briefcase that was delivered earlier," the helpful, pretty young Haitian trogon informed Sond. "Did you want us to continue holding it?"
"No. No, I'll take it now," Sond said flatly, as if he was bored by the idea, appearing as if definitely knew about such a lucky break. When the small bird woman handed him the silver duracase, he gave her a charming smile and thanked her, turning and sliding quickly on his way.
Outside, the naga operative began to formulate a plan for where to go to inspect the case, and how to get it open if it was locked, flowing along on his lengthy form nonchalantly in front of the hotel. He was weighing the pros and cons of brute force or a call to Q-branch, or simply returning to London, when the distinct hum-rumble of an electric-petrol hybrid car sounded near to his side.
"Get in!"
He looked up to see a smallish gold car pulling up and rocking to a stop, all while its driver and passenger had their intense golden-eyed stares upon him.
The snake came to a halt just as the vehicle did. The driver - a female that appeared partially human and partially draconic, with red scales framing a human face and adorning her unclothed arms - was the one who had commanded Sond to enter her car.
"What?" asked Ames.
It was the passenger's turn, then - a red-bearded dragonfolk male with the same red scales in the same places as his companion. He rumbled more deeply, but echoed his driver: "Get in," he demanded, authoritatively.
With a glance around, Sond pondered if he could have been mistaken for Slate. No one would know that 00S was in town. Most of all, he was intrigued by the strangely similar pair, mostly the beautiful female half. "All right," the python muttered, slinking his way into the rear of the bronze Ford hybrid, piling up his coils on the floor and somewhat on the seat. The naga placed his torso in the middle of the back, more easily able to see between the front seats and out through the front windscreen, as well as more able to monitor both of this two new horn-capped 'friends.'
"You're late," stated the male, glancing back at Sond as the woman pulled away from the curb, quickly accelerating.
"Someone just had to try to get a hold of me. A difficult sort of chat," the snake said of Slate, smirking to himself while the draconic duo wasn't looking.
"Oh? Who?" asked the girl. She was dressed in an orange crop-top with spaghetti straps, and a brown skirt. Her neck and upper chest were adorned with a heavy-looking gold chain necklace made up of large, smooth links. A pair of gold earrings hung from her lengthy, scale-backed ears.
The male had no jewellery and was in a blue Hawaiian shirt and green shorts. Something about their clothes struck the snake as odd, but he couldn't put a finger on it.
"A friend of Mr. White's," Ames answered, after only the slightest delay, then peered at the pair. He was attempting to analyze their reaction of his semi-red-scaled hosts. She had asked as if she would know who Sond had been speaking with - or rather, Slate - even though it was clear they had never met the real Slate before.
The pair in the front glanced at each other, meeting gazes. Sond took note of the woman's purse stuffed hastily between the front seats. The motion of the car had shifted it so its opening faced him slightly, one half of the strap dangling near to Ames' coils.
The dragohumans appeared to confer with one another without words. "Don't think we know him," concluded the woman. At the same time, Sond's tail tugged down on the purse-strap. Ames put his hands up on both seats, leaning forward to talk more easily with the two, as well as distract them from what his tail was doing. Both his hands were clearly not worming into the girl's handbag, so surely no part of him was.
Outside and to the rear of the bronze mid-size car the trio occupied, there was the distinctive sputtering noise of a dirt bike's motor. It was not an uncommon sound in Port-au-Prince, and the bike was a number of cars back. Neither the pair of draco-sapiens or the serpent knew just how closely the bike's rider was watching them, though.
"It's funny. You don't look at all like we were told you would," the male of the two said to the python. Just then, the serpent's tail managed to seize and retrieve a sturdy plastic card. He didn't look at it, instead meeting the male dragonfolk's questioning gaze directly.
"Really?" Sond asked, feigning genuine curiosity. He didn't go any further, it was better to play toward total ignorance when someone might be unravelling a lie you've spun for them.
"They didn't mention eye markings, and your pattern is--" began the large male, his head cocked in such a way that had one of his horns threatening to gouge a furrow in the car's ceiling.
Sond pondered the practical use of those curving cranial features as weapons in actual combat as he interrupted. "--Talking about snake patterning is like trying to hold water, little bits are always slipping through."
As their car came to a stop at a red light, the dirt-bike pulled up closer. There was only one car between the loud little two-wheeler and the dragons' car, and the wild-haired woman glanced into the rear-view mirror, irritated by the noise. Her eyebrow raised when she saw the rhinoceros iguana's head poking up from behind the vehicle between them, peering pointedly at their backside.
"A friend of yours?" she wryly asked.
Thankful for the change of topic, Sond looked back through the rear window. "I don't have any friends," he said, coldly.
Without hesitation, the girl gunned the gas and threaded the car through the red light, and betwixt a small gap in the stream of cars passing in either direction in front of them.
The chase was on.
-
Preview over! Read the first half of this little Haitian adventure here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/29387442/
~
Amethystine as Ames Sond © to his owner.
Indrys and Vygo Fyrre © to WhiteMantis.
James Bond 007 and related IP © to Ian Fleming, Albert R Broccoli's EON Productions and MGM.
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Snake / Serpent
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The first part of the Sond scene is now up (it took me longer to upload than I thought it would)! https://www.furaffinity.net/view/29387442/
I hope you'll enjoy! I seem to remember you've been reading/following Sond's exploits for a while..?
Anyway, thanks for the kind words, and for the fave! :}===<
I hope you'll enjoy! I seem to remember you've been reading/following Sond's exploits for a while..?
Anyway, thanks for the kind words, and for the fave! :}===<
Yup, I even read a couple of your more frisky stuff, I really want to make either a kobold or a Naga OC, so I've been looking at art and reading stuff with those guys to get some hints and see how others make them work and how fun they can be.
Sond is really fun and though I'm not a 007 fanboy, I do enjoy a lot of the films so these are fun reads to me.
Sond is really fun and though I'm not a 007 fanboy, I do enjoy a lot of the films so these are fun reads to me.
But of course. https://www.trueachievements.com/ga.....gamerid=519349
Well, QoS the game let you play through the events of Casino Royale as well, so it was like two movie-stories in one game, so it was better in that way. It also had more time to explore the story more completely, whereas the movie had the writer's strike hampering it.
We can't really compare the two directly, but it was a really great game. One of the better Bond games! Whereas the QoS film was not one of the best Bond films, so.. on those separate rankings of the game being high on the list of Bond games and the movie being middling on the list of Bond movies, the game wins out, if you have to assign a winner at all.
~
But I look at it this way: Any time a Bond movie does anything that's less-than-amazing, I tell say to myself: "I'm still glad to be watching a Bond movie rather than anything else." <3
We can't really compare the two directly, but it was a really great game. One of the better Bond games! Whereas the QoS film was not one of the best Bond films, so.. on those separate rankings of the game being high on the list of Bond games and the movie being middling on the list of Bond movies, the game wins out, if you have to assign a winner at all.
~
But I look at it this way: Any time a Bond movie does anything that's less-than-amazing, I tell say to myself: "I'm still glad to be watching a Bond movie rather than anything else." <3
This sort of thing has been explained in more detail here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/28161443/
It looks like you read that submission, so I don't know why you're asking this sort of question now.
But, in short: Within the world that creates the 'Ames Sond' movies, the Ames Sond character was originally written as an amethystine python [a 'morelia amethistina']. When the first film was going to be made, the author, Ian Fleming, really wanted the character to be that exact species. The producers had found a snake in the same genus, a Morelia carinata, [also known as the rough-scaled python], by the name of Sean Coillery, who they thought was perfect for the part.
So, they had their film make-up people paint Sean's scales to look like an amethystine python, and then had Sean and Ian out to the same dinner function so they could meet. Ian was suitably impressed, and had no idea Sean wasn't really an amethystine, and gave his blessing once the deception was revealed. He thought it was funny, and a suitably spy-like trick.
After that, the actors have all been different species in that same Morelia genus:
M. bredli [Bredl's python / Centralian] <-George Lamiaby "The Australian Centralian"
M. viridis [Green tree python] <-Roger Moorelia
M. spilota [Carpet python / Diamond python] <-Timothy Daltmond
M. oenpelliensis [Oenpelli's python] <-Pierce Bronzenaga
M. amethistina [Amethystine python] <-Daniel Crait
Of course, Daniel didn't need scale-paint make-up because he was the correct species.
So, when another actor replaces Daniel Crait (Daniel Craig in our world), it will likely be another Morelia-genus python.
If it's Idris Elba in this world, in the world that makes the Ames Sond movies, it's going to be:
Morelia boeleni [Boelen's python] <- Idris Boelba.
It looks like you read that submission, so I don't know why you're asking this sort of question now.
But, in short: Within the world that creates the 'Ames Sond' movies, the Ames Sond character was originally written as an amethystine python [a 'morelia amethistina']. When the first film was going to be made, the author, Ian Fleming, really wanted the character to be that exact species. The producers had found a snake in the same genus, a Morelia carinata, [also known as the rough-scaled python], by the name of Sean Coillery, who they thought was perfect for the part.
So, they had their film make-up people paint Sean's scales to look like an amethystine python, and then had Sean and Ian out to the same dinner function so they could meet. Ian was suitably impressed, and had no idea Sean wasn't really an amethystine, and gave his blessing once the deception was revealed. He thought it was funny, and a suitably spy-like trick.
After that, the actors have all been different species in that same Morelia genus:
M. bredli [Bredl's python / Centralian] <-George Lamiaby "The Australian Centralian"
M. viridis [Green tree python] <-Roger Moorelia
M. spilota [Carpet python / Diamond python] <-Timothy Daltmond
M. oenpelliensis [Oenpelli's python] <-Pierce Bronzenaga
M. amethistina [Amethystine python] <-Daniel Crait
Of course, Daniel didn't need scale-paint make-up because he was the correct species.
So, when another actor replaces Daniel Crait (Daniel Craig in our world), it will likely be another Morelia-genus python.
If it's Idris Elba in this world, in the world that makes the Ames Sond movies, it's going to be:
Morelia boeleni [Boelen's python] <- Idris Boelba.
The only real difference [aside from the naga-ness, of course], is how Camille has been replaced by not one, but two dragon people. :}===<
And yes, I was always really partial to that poster for QoS, moreso than the final one. Just Bond in a suit, with a huge submachine gun. He basically never has anything more than his PPK on posters, so this one stands out. :D
And yes, I was always really partial to that poster for QoS, moreso than the final one. Just Bond in a suit, with a huge submachine gun. He basically never has anything more than his PPK on posters, so this one stands out. :D
Glad you like it! You can tell the artist your thoughts on her post here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/27654070/
Also, there's more of this snake in various suits in the rest of the Ames Sond submissions: https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery.....Ames-Sond-00S/
Thanks for the fave on this and on those other two Sond pieces! :}===<
AND, thank you for the watch! :D
Also, there's more of this snake in various suits in the rest of the Ames Sond submissions: https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery.....Ames-Sond-00S/
Thanks for the fave on this and on those other two Sond pieces! :}===<
AND, thank you for the watch! :D
I see! I don't think there's really a term for adding Ses to a title, anyway. Maybe sibilancizing? Haha
Anyway, hopefully you'll be able to check out some other Sond pieces / writing - I plan on posting some more before summer is over.
Also, thanks for the fave on this piece!
Anyway, hopefully you'll be able to check out some other Sond pieces / writing - I plan on posting some more before summer is over.
Also, thanks for the fave on this piece!
It was a rather good game! Including missions from Casino Royale and Quantum of Solace and getting more background info and seeing beyond the movie scenes in both of them.
Also, here, have more Ames Sond art: https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery...../Ames-Sond-00S
Also, here, have more Ames Sond art: https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery...../Ames-Sond-00S
Yesss, it's magnificent. This one is perhaps my favourite Sond poster [or at least, my fave of the ones where he's solo], thanks to the more full-body display we get of him. And it's cool to see him with something bigger than just the PPK [or P99]. :}===<
Thanks for the fave! :>
Thanks for the fave! :>
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