#Horizontal Lifeline

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A Sirius who takes pride in his magic, who running with James, created a number of spells. James was his everything, his fun, his heart, his best friend, he was, essentially Sirius’ magic. It was that, exactly that, Sirius wanted to keep protected, which is why when he cast his Patronus and a bright strong stag soared from the tip of his wand he’d kept it hidden.

“Oh I can’t cast it.” Sirius had said quite simply whenever he was asked. It was inconvenient for the order but knowing his home life nobody pried. Knowing the suspicion they cast on him for his family, Sirius wasn’t surprised.

Sirius was often a bit afraid, really, of what his Patronus meant. A swimming feeling in his stomach, even with the blinding happiness that swarmed the stag. To ruin their relationship- to ruin James with these feelings, that was a nightmare. So it was most unfortunate what his reality was afterwards. After his death, after the imprisonment. Each hour he thought about James, his eyes, his chest, still, and glasses broken off to the side.

When his feet, for the first time in twelve years, touched the cold, damp grass of a forest just beyond a nasty shore, he’d fumbled for the wands he’d nabbed from guards, most of them having sunken to the bottom of the ocean, surely. There was one left, just one, and it felt right, clutching it, praying like a muggle. “Expecto Patronum” he’d rasped like a lifeline.

Knowing what he’d see, that stag, James, his James, still alive in this way. All at once the fiery blue dies out , a rush of pure grief flooding him. ‘Think’ he thought, tying to grasp at any happy memory of his heart, finding nothing but broken glasses and open, unseeing eyes.

Don’t think he gave up. Again and again, that year he’d manage a wand, or at times just his hands, pleading to James’ soul to show itself. It does not come. He calls and James does not answer. His grief weighed more than his love, it seemed, and it pulled and pulled him deeper and deeper into its sludge-like ocean with all the wands he’d cast with lying at the bottom.

“Oh? No, I can’t cast it, kiddo.” Sirius snorts nonchalantly, leaning back in his chair so far Harry thought he ought to be horizontal. “But yours is brilliant enough for the both of us.”

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Happy one year anniversary to The Shivering Season🎉

It is one year ago today (4th Nov 23) that I posted chapter one of The Shivering Season and only a little longer that I completely lost my mind over eversnow.

Thank you as ever to all of you who joined me on that journey of insanity. It has meant so, so much to me and I regularly reread my comments to relive the gleeful madness.

In celebration of the anniversary here is a scene I cut where Snow consensually(?) chokes Katniss out from around chapter 14, "Family". It doesn't fit the final continuity but. it's still hot.

In District 12, Snow and Katniss spend a violent night at a hotel. 18+

Snow takes her to a hotel, The Golden Hart. She has heard of it before. It stands in the center of District 12, one of the finest buildings, walls of white concrete set in heavy, diminishing layers, so that the walls all look like horizontal steps. Katniss tilts her head to the side and wonders what it would be like to walk the side of the building, if you could defy gravity like a bird, like a spider. Snow watches her head-tilted curiosity with obvious lack of understanding and she corrects her posture.

This used to be a nice hotel. It’s not that it has degraded in reality, only in her mind. This establishment was once a fine, expensive, mysterious, exotic locale to her, one of the most beautiful and inaccessible places in District 12. It caters mainly for important visiting people, dignitaries from other Districts or Capitol politicians or even Effie Trinket. Now, however, Katniss can see how cheap and pretentious it is. Inside, the carpets are worn and stained. The wallpaper is decades old, faded and outdated. Everything is chipped or dirtied or mismatched or otherwise infected with the disease of not being rich. It’s not poverty; no, there is at least a kind of dignity in the bare ruin of the Seam. This place is desperate and grasping. It makes her skin itch.

Snow doesn’t seem to care. There is nobody there when they enter except the staff and Katniss wonders if this is because Snow had the whole place shut down to accommodate them, or if perhaps the hotel is so unused and unpopular that they are the only guests. She trails in her husband’s wake. Everything red looks like blood. Everything soft and unformed (the horrible couches, the faded fake flowers, the face of the receptionist) looks like Gale’s brains. She thinks she might not be very well.

Snow says nothing to the receptionist, who babbles on about what an honor it is to host them, how he hopes everything will be to their satisfaction, blah blah. As soon as Snow has the room key he turns away from the desk and, almost (but not quite) thoughtlessly, takes Katniss’ arm in his own. Her body ripples. Curious, despairing pleasure paws at her insides. He is her lifeline and her anchor, pulling her deeply and firmly into hot, drowning waves.

The room itself is the best in the hotel, and it is miserable. It stinks of furniture polish and there is a vase of fresh flowers, the obvious evidence of a desperate, last-minute attempt to make this place habitable for the President and his wife. There is even a gift basket and it has little cakes. Katniss wonders if Peeta made any of these.

Snow removes his scarf and gloves and surveys the room with frank displeasure. ‘Dreadful place. Still, we won’t be here for long. I thought you might like to rest.’

Katniss sits on the bed. It has too much bounce to it, or perhaps she is becoming untethered from the earth. ‘I could have rested in the hovercraft.’

Snow looks at her with that same soft, condescending concern. ‘I thought you might like to lie down.’

Katniss rubs her fingers over the sheets. Some stranger’s blonde hair curls over the white cotton. ‘Do you want to lie down?’ Do you want to lie down with me? she does not say.

Snow pretends that he doesn’t understand her question. ‘No, thank you. I just have a few final matters to put in order.’

He sits at the desk, which has coffee-cup stains, and Katniss sits on the bed and watches him. How funny for them to be alone together with a bed, just like their honeymoon, just like the night before when he washed Gale’s blood from her breasts. She had been too unwell at the time to consider the experience as it happened, but now she wonders what he thought of her body. Her breasts are small; does that bother him? Does he dislike her soft, clumsy, only-just-ripened body? Or is she like a stupid child to him? But he liked kissing her, so he must like something about her physicality. She likes his lips, too. They are the softest things about him, and when he presses their wet, tender touch to hers she feels one of the many chaotic notes of madness reverberating in her skull go still, just for a little while.

She sits on the bed and she watches him work and she thinks about kissing him, and she starts to feel aroused. She always feels a little aroused these days, seasick with the currents of her own body, but she is learning to distinguish between its different natures. As she watches him sat at the desk, typing one-handedly on his tablet, eyes absorbed, face strange and familiar and handsome, she feels her body pulse with inquisitive hunger. It’s a nice feeling, big and glimmering inside her, and as she chews her lip and watches him she thinks how pleasant it might be if he came and lay down on the bed with her and they could touch each other a little bit. Not sexually, not that; that is some terrible maw into which she is not ready to throw herself. But his shoulders look good and firm, and she would like to press her face against them. She would like to nestle inside the strong, certain, sane realness of his body and this, perhaps, might make her feel more like a person.

Snow finishes doing whatever he’s doing on his tablet and then his eyes meet hers decisively. ‘Katniss, you are staring at me.’

She drops her gaze. ‘Sorry. I was just thinking.’

‘About?’

Now she is embarrassed. A hot blush stains her cheeks and she looks away. ‘Just… I don’t know.’ She toys with her dress like a child. ‘I thought you might like to rest. We could…’ She sees the two of them encased in entirely different worlds with so little way to reach between them. Her voice comes very small. ‘Maybe we could lie down for a little while. Together.’

Snow’s strange gaze passes over the bed. He shakes his head. ‘I do not think that is a good idea, Katniss.’

‘I didn’t mean…’ she begins, but she does not know what she meant or didn’t mean. Sex, and any whisper of it, is something he desires to keep as far at bay as he possibly can. Lying down in bed in a hotel room is definitely out. But, oh, she wants to feel the sure, solid heat of him against her. Her world is dissolving like sugar and yet he remains. She doesn’t even dare to think about actual sex with him, whatever that sordid act might look like. She just wants to hold onto something real. To be held.

Snow can sense something of her intense need for him, even if he won’t give her what she wants. ‘Is there something else I can do for you?’ His eyes drop to her legs and Katniss suddenly feels the wound on her thigh burn, a call-and-response reaction. ‘How is your thigh?’

‘It’s good,’ she says in that faux, forced light tone she has started using to pretend the horrible new things in her life are actually okay. ‘It’s nice.’ Then she adds: ‘Thank you.’

He inclines his head in acknowledgement. Something ineffable crackles between them. He is thinking about her, she is thinking about him. They are not thinking the same things, of course, but Katniss thinks there must be some way to make their worlds overlap, just for a little while. His horrible lightless universe must have some way to speak to the sparkling chaos swirling inside her.

Snow is studying her with his clever intimacy. ‘Do you want me to hurt you again?’

The terrible, shameful urge to cry grips her and she pushes it back down. ‘Okay,’ she says in that too-bright voice. ‘Yes, that would be… I’d like that.’

Snow has turned all his attention away from the tablet now and is staring at her, hungry, the polite predator waiting for the gazelle to lie down so obligingly for him.

‘How shall I hurt you?’ His voice is suddenly deeper, darker, fertile and thick with his own excitement.

‘I don’t know.’ She sounds like a schoolgirl who doesn’t know which dress to wear. Her mind tries out a variety of images. More cutting? A knife? There is a tea-kettle here, perhaps he could burn her. No, the thought of intense heat spikes her anxiety too much. Being hit might be nice. Then she could feel his skin against her. He can’t bruise her face, but he could hit her elsewhere. Would he smack his heavy, strong palms against her soft and bleeding thigh?

‘If…’ She tries out the words in her mouth like some small insect feeling out an unfamiliar texture. ‘If you hit me… where would you do that?’

It is almost imperceptible, but Katniss sees Snow take a deep, big breath and release it. His gaze skitters and roams over her shaking body.

‘Well,’ he says, his voice immaculate, businesslike. ‘I have already bruised your arm, so that is a possibility.’

‘Where else?’ She loathes the timidity in her voice. She is not so naïve to be ignorant of concepts like spanking, but she doubts he will grant her something so overtly erotic. She wets her lips. ‘My thigh?’

His gaze falls like a round, weighty stone to her thighs, clad in grey wool, and he stares openly but without lasciviousness. He is simply evaluating her, as he so often likes to do.

‘No,’ he says at last. ‘I would need to touch you too much. It is not appropriate.’

Her heart sinks a little. It would have been nice to feel those fingers around her wound, around the hole in her thigh and near her horrible wet cunt. It might have cooled her sexual need, yes, but it also simply would have felt nice. Soothing. Warm. The opposite of loneliness. He lets her feel so little of his body, after all, but his hands are like old friends to her now. How pleasant it would be to feel them on her skin.

Then another horrible little idea occurs to her. She considers it, tossing it back and forth in her mind, and she is aware of how keenly Snow, too, is considering her. He wants to know what she’ll ask for. What delicious, awful treat will she select from the menu?

‘What about choking me?’ she whispers.

Snow’s eyes grow wide and excited. They glow. The black pupil seems to shrink into nothing and all she can see is blue.

‘I would love to choke you,’ he murmurs, and then he stands abruptly. She is instantly frightened.

‘Wait,’ she says, and he pauses. ‘I want… Can we do it on the bed?’

He considers briefly and then shakes his head. ‘No.’

She trembles her leg with anxiety and excitement. ‘I want to be comfortable for it.’

‘Being choked is not meant to be comfortable,’ he informs her, his teeth showing in a big, greedy smile. He speaks, she knows, from experience. Who has he choked before? Who has choked him?

‘I know, but… I want to be comfortable when it happens. I can’t explain it. I just want to feel…’ Warm, safe, good, happy, not alone, not like I’m dissolving, not like I’m dying. ‘…nice,’ she finishes lamely.

Snow looks around the room, his tongue working at something in his mouth, considering the place. There isn’t much in the way of furniture: the bed, the desk, a vanity, a wardrobe. Nowhere that she can be soft and comfortable for her choking other than the forbidden bed.

Snow suddenly brightens, the way he always does when he has found the solution to some little problem. ‘I shall lay my sable on the floor and you can put down one of the pillows.’

‘What about the duvet?’

‘No,’ he says shortly.

Katniss doesn’t quite understand his rules. No sex, no bed, nothing that might recall a bed. She watches with pathetic confusion as Snow unhooks the fur he wears about his shoulders and lays it out neatly on the dirty carpet. He takes such care to straighten the edges, making it nice for her, making it perfect. As if in a dream, Katniss rises and takes one of the pillows from the bed and joins him. He takes it from her, smiling like they are a couple laying the table, and then he adds the pillow to the fur.

‘There,’ he says, surveying his work. ‘You shall be comfortable.’

Katniss nods and smiles and wants to cry but doesn’t. She smooths back her hair and sniffs, then steps out of her shoes. She cannot help but notice the curious hunger with which Snow regards her bare feet. He would probably like to cut those. Easily hidden with boots.

She lies down tidily, smoothing her dress, placing her head on the pillow. The sable is thick and feathery beneath her, tickling her skin, and it smells of Snow. Slowly, with an old man’s care, Snow lowers himself to sit beside her on the floor. She is such a stupid sacrificial lamb, and he does not bother to hide his open excitement.

He reaches for her.

‘Wait,’ she says again, still terrified, and he pauses. ‘I want… I want you to be close to me when you do it. I want… to feel…’ I want you to hold me. ‘I will like it more if I can touch you a little.’

Snow quirks his head at this. ‘Alright,’ he says slowly. ‘You can touch my arms. Is that alright?’

‘And your shoulders?’

He nods, conceding. ‘That’s alright.’

As with the terrible incident a few hours earlier when he cut her, they arrange themselves awkwardly for this new affront. He lies down beside her, propped on one elbow, careful to maintain distance between them, so clever to ensure air and propriety keep them separate. Katniss puts her hands carefully, uncertainly on Snow’s shoulders. This will be okay. Does being choked hurt much? She will find out, she supposes. And he will be holding her the whole while, holding her neck, like an embrace but not quite. He will look after her.

‘Okay,’ she says, and she is absolutely terrified.

Snow dips his face to hers. Her fingernails grip his shoulders, then his back, holding him like he’s about to make love to her. His hand, which is so huge against her body, rests its neat heft upon her throat. She feels molten inside. She is hot and electric, feeling him touch her, wanting more, wanting his body pressed against her own. She slides her arms around him as tightly as she can in their awkward half-embrace, smiling as his fingers seek out the soft hollows of her throat, and as she looks at him smiling and hopeful she sees nothing but oceanic emptiness in his blue eyes.

The choke doesn’t feel nice. She thought it might be only like not being able to breathe, but there is another gritty, crunchy sensation that somehow hurts her eyes as he applies pressure. Then the air is gone and she feels horrible inside her throat, scared and uncomfortable, like she’s a tiny creature trapped inside her body and she is only getting smaller and smaller.

But his hand is nice. Warm, big, sure, heavy, the clutch of some huge clever owl that has her in its talons. She shuts her eyes against the slavering pleasure he takes in her pain and tries not to think about how she can’t breathe, only about his skin on her skin, and she pulls his body as close to hers as she can and she arcs her body up as he chokes her, and as she starts to feel really, truly awful in her throat and her lungs she starts to get hot inside, really hot in her cunt and her belly, and she tries to pull him against her as she thinks she might pass out…

The choking stops. Katniss gasps and sputters and has to turn her face away to let a racking coughing fit convulse her body. She loses her sense of the room for a moment as she recovers. When she can breathe again and her eyes are open, she looks back to Snow. One of her arms is still around him. He is smiling.

‘How do you feel?’

She wants to weep but does not. She wants to throw up but does not.

‘I don’t know.’ Her voice is ragged. She thinks he might have crushed something important inside her. Her fingers dig into the fabric of his jacket, feeling the heat of him beneath the material, wanting so many things she cannot have. ‘Will you hold me?’ Before he has a chance to shake his head she presses on: ‘Please? Just a little? It helps. It helps a lot if you hold me a little after you hurt me.’

She thinks he might be irritated with her. Is she too clingy? Will the issue of sex not be the thing that destroys them but instead her own pathetic, childish needs?

‘I can hold your hand,’ he allows.

Katniss nods and smiles and lets her hand drop from his shoulder. He offers her his hand, the same one that choked her throat, and she winds her own fingers, her arms, and then her whole upper body around it. Her lifeline. This is the same hand that first smacked her after that auction. It’s a small part of him he allows her to have: his hand, his sadism, his cruel affection. But she will take what she can get. She rocks herself around his hand and she breathes her hot, sticky breaths against it, never letting her lips touch the rough skin, but smelling him all the same and tasting the scent on her tongue.

After a long time, very gently, Snow disentangles himself. She struggles to release him and has to really force herself to separate their bodies. Their fun is over. His hand lingers briefly on her face, running his fingertips over her cheek, and Katniss’ eyes flutter closed. She wishes he would kiss her, that he would scoop her up in his arms. She despises this man so much. But to be held and kissed by him, this smiling monster who makes her feel so disgusting and excited inside, well, it might just stop her mind sliding away from her.

‘There,’ murmurs Snow, like they��ve both done something good and nice. ‘Was that alright for you?’

Katniss nods and suppresses tears and vomit. Her voice, when it comes, is wet. ‘I preferred being cut.’

‘Perhaps I can cut you again later,’ he says cheerfully. He stands and offers her again his hand. She takes it thoughtlessly and then, quickly and without consideration, she presses a brief kiss against the hot, familiar, whorled, lovely knuckles. Snow yanks it away like she’s a venomous insect.

‘Sorry,’ she says. Her smile is weak. ‘Thank you for…’ But she cannot finish that sentence. There is nothing to thank him for. She is shaky on her feet, her throat hurts, she is scared and confused, she is trembling with grief and an indecipherable pleasure.

‘That’s alright,’ says Snow, once again in that bright tone. ‘You should go and wash up. You look a little untidy.’ His smile grows bigger, brighter, like everything is okay and will be happy and good forever. ‘There’s some saliva on your dress. You should clean that up before we go to meet your mother.’

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Lord, Give Me One More Chance

Prelude: Final Prayers

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Ivan (Alien Stage)/Till (Alien Stage), Ivan (Alien Stage) & Till (Alien Stage)

Chapter Warnings: Major Character Death

Chapter Summary: Till had only seen him as a corpse.

Read on AO3 / Prelude (you are here) / Chapter 1

Till didn’t believe in gods until he saw his first flower in Anakt Garden.

Gods were forbidden. Systems of belief were foundations of solidarity, and the segyein didn’t need human solidarity unless it tastes like entertainment. If it’s a big story broadcasted live across the entire supercluster and makes the skies rain money, you could worship the fish for all they cared.

Not Till, though. Till didn’t care about Anakt fish and their jagged, metallic teeth or gods. He scored himself a drive with the wildest tracks of human cries. He got smacked around for it, but it was still on him, so it was worth it. So worth it. Anakt Garden only ever taught the classics; pretty, resonant sounds smoother than nebulas that Till reiterated only because he had to. The theory was boring, the songs were boring, and his vocals were average.

What Till truly liked to do was hidden in the trees— crumpled paper wrapped around the thinner branches. He’d carry his writing tool everywhere, glued to his arm with medical tape under the sleeve of his shirt. He’d take it out when he discreetly plugs the small archive into the nearest system, and he’d listen to sounds that made him shiver. He didn’t think that humans could sound like that, like scraping tiles with the needle of a syringe, or that music could be the shriek of an electric, stringed instrument accompanied by beats so intense they’d rattle a spaceship. Bright, colorful lights, shiny boots with sharp heels, nets and flying tongues. It defied everything Till was taught about being human. These sounds, whatever they were, were alien.

He decided that this— this was music, and swore he would replicate it on paper.

Problem was, it never worked. Till never translated screams and groans and growls before. He had gotten so upset with himself he dug his teeth into the collar on his mouth for hours before he fell asleep in his confinement chamber. The lights would turn back on, his muzzle would be removed, and he’d scurry back to his tree where he’d scribble for hours. It was rinse repeat until his very first recital with the children of Anakt Garden.

Till was held back because they thought he would bite off someone’s hand if he joined, but he’d been more docile lately. Unbeknownst to them, it was largely because of his archive of ‘rock’n’roll’. It worked better than putting him under, so the caretakers read his behavior as a sign that he was ready to join the group. The muzzle was removed, and for once, Till didn’t run.

It was boring. It was painstaking and long. It was the best thing that happened in his life.

The children were lined up in a straight, horizontal row so their instructor could observe their movements and correct them if needed. Four kids down was a girl that belted out the chorus like it was her lifeline. She made the same old song sound like something Till could listen to a thousand times over.

Her hair was colorful and vibrant. It was pink, a diluted tint of the red blooms that crowned her head. He’d only seen the flowers on pictures, and nothing that colorful grew around his tree.

Till chased the petals that fluttered in her wake. He chased the whole damn crown when it slid off her silken head. It fell into a dark section of the Garden, a restricted area where hologram repairs were taking place, and he got smacked around real good for that.

It didn’t matter to him anymore because her name was Mizi. And if a god ever existed, then she was one. If belief was entertainment then Till was going to be the biggest act in the entire Virgo Cluster.

He returned to his papers invigorated, and the chaotic cries of his once Earth-bound brethren spoke to him like never before.

Day in, day out. Write the sounds. Draw the soft, divine lines of her face. Worship through song. Bite through the medical examinations. Build his way towards his first album. Draw her again when he needs inspiration. Bite Urak’s hand. Draw her one more time when the bruises make his head spin.

“You drew her wrong.”

Till jumped in place, bumping his back against the bark of the tree. Looking back, he noticed a kid looming over his shoulder, radiating warmth like a living boiler. He didn’t even notice him.

“What are you talking about?” He spat at him. His fingers tightened on his stack of drawings.

The boy raised his hand. He mercilessly pressed a finger against the outer lines of Mizi’s face and traced her jaw. “This part is longer now. It slopes down like this.”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“It does. She’s growing, so her bones grow in this direction—“

“I know how her face looks like.”

“Then why are you drawing her wrong?”

“I’m not drawing her wrong. That’s how she looks like.” Till twisted around to face the intruder, glaring at his black, black eyes. He was leaning, but Till could tell he went through a growth spurt. He’d grow to be tall enough to look larger than life if he straightened up.

He didn’t look phased by Till’s response. He wiped Mizi’s jaw with her finger, smudging the line.

Till slapped his arm. “Who are you?”

“Don’t you remember?”

“I’ve never seen you in my life.”

The boy bore his empty gaze into the drawing. Then in a quick motion, he pulled his pencil and a paper out of his grasp. He sprinted before Till could snatch his things back.

“Hey!” Till shrieked. Really shrieked. Like the shriek he made when Urak dragged him around by his hair.

He rose to his legs, his drawings fluttering out of his lap, smudged and forgotten as he chased the black-eyed bastard across the picturesque plains.

“Come back!”

They ran past the trees, past the children. The bright, saturated colors of Anakt Garden faded. The grass fractured. The sky lost its vibrant hues. Till found the thief at the glitched opening of the restricted section where he got into trouble. It was where illusion met reality. Green bled into gray, electric hums whirring from the maw of a tunnel that led somewhere beyond the Garden. Framed by its opening was the boy, laying on his belly, hunched over the stolen piece of paper.

“It’s just a pencil! Give it back!” It was the only one he had. He could’t get another one because the only gifts Urak gave him were claws and needles. The papers and the pencil were all he had until someone feels generous again. “Give it back—“

The thief rolled onto his back to raise his masterpiece above his head. Till could barely see it, but he felt his heart drop into his stomach when he saw a sketch of Mizi on the back.

The boy said nothing at first, too distracted by his creation.

“I practiced my signature for autographs, since I don’t have anything to write with except my fingers.”

Liar, Till sneered.

He looked around for signs of segyein, smelled the air for their scent. Red flowers littered the floor. Smashed red petals haloed the boy’s body as he continued to turn the paper around. When he was done, he straightened, then turned to show his work to Till— strange letters written in fancy script. Red blotches smeared the upper corner, faded and thick red strokes of segyein symbols.

“I tried using different means,” the boy explained. His grin was small and modest as he looked down at the pencil. “But I find the graphite much better.”

Till ground his teeth. The red against his paper was sending shivers down his spine. “Why did you do it?”

The thief blinked at him as if the answer was obvious. “I’m a needy believer. What else am I supposed to do?”

His answer didn’t make any sense. Till’s eyes were on the drawing in his hand, something that did make sense. One side had the repeated signatures filling the paper top to bottom. The other side had his smudged sketch of Mizi’s profile, and the bloody smudge bled through the paper, tainting her face like a terrible, mortal wound.

Till clenched his fists. He stomped towards the thief, smacking the paper out of his hands and slamming his foot against his chest. Now he was starting to look more familiar. Did he punch this kid before? Did the kid punch him back?

Till grabbed the front of his shirt. “I was fine. I was drawing her right. I was doing everything right. Why did you—“ The kid pushed him. Till lunged, his fists flying. He felt a crack. “Why aren’t you talking? You wanted a fight? You’re getting it! Look, you’re—getting it!”

He wasn’t fighting back. Till remembered he always fought back. The only time he had ever seen him smile was when he had his fist buried in Till’s side.

“Answer me! What’s your damage—“

The kid’s lips moved. Till paused. “What?”

“Smile for the cameras, Till.” The boy croaked, red dripping down the ends of his lips. “The stage is your altar.”

Till paused.

With a whopping score of eighty-nine points, Till is set to join us in the finale—

Red in the water. Red blooms on a white suit. Till’s fist was in the air, frozen after the third punch.

The boy’s jaw was sharper than he remembered. His shoulders were broader, and he would still be taller than Till if he stood up to his full height.

He was dead long before Till laid his hands on him, punctured by three bullets. Cold, wet and bloody, he laid under him like a fallen monument. Not even his fists could make him move again, even if it’s to block a punch.

Till watched the beaten corpse of a believer, his believer, as sentinels dragged it across the flooded stage.

He remembered his name.

“Ivan,” he muttered numbly. “The pencil, Ivan. You didn’t give it back. Hey. He has to give it back.”

But nobody listened. Nobody. No mortal or god.

“Give it back. Give it back.”

AO3 / Prelude (you are here) / Chapter 1

[moneflower]

mathing right (i)

overview: basically, everyone in bsd done with dazai's and fyodor's shenanigans - when math is used to explain special phenomenons.

—----------

(ada conversations that probably happened)

dazai: if 2 + 2 = fish. how do you explain a graph?

kunikida, former math teacher: if it’s a straight line it’s linear.

dazai: what if i want it curved.

kunikida: then it’s a parabola.

dazai: what about half straight and half curved.

kunikida, starting to get fed up: then it’s exponential!

—

(later in dead apple)

dazai, after explaining the differences between lines: that’s why I'm exponential.

fyodor, playing along: how do you explain a horizontal straight line then.

dazai: ….

dazai: that’s my lifeline.

fyodor, going for the kill: it’s my turn to shine.

–

(bonus scene)

dazai, teaming up with chuuya: hey, chuuya guess what line you’re not.

chuuya, unimpressed: don’t.

dazai: ….

dazai: a vertical line.

lovecraft striking them*

chuuya, dodging: my HAT! (vertically flying)

dazai flies backward*

chuuya, putting on a smug grin: guess you’re a horizontal line then, dumbass.

[dogggins]

TypeScape: Where Letters Create Landscapes # Type Anatomy

Type anatomy is the structure of letterforms, including elements like ascenders, descenders, serifs, stems, bowls, and counters. These parts shape a typeface's style, readability, and character.

Bracket: The curved or angled connection between a serif and the main stroke.

Crossbar: The horizontal line in letters like "A" and "H."

Stem: The main vertical or diagonal stroke in letters (e.g., in "T" or "V").

Terminal: The end of a stroke that doesn’t have a serif.

Counter: The enclosed or partially enclosed space inside letters, like in "o" or "d."

Ascender: The part of a lowercase letter that rises above the x-height (e.g., "b" or "d").

Neck: The thin, connecting stroke in letters like "g."

Loop: The enclosed lower part of a double-story "g."

Ear: The small stroke that projects from the top of a lowercase "g" or "r."

Bowl: The curved, enclosed part of letters like "b," "d," or "o."

Axis: The angle through which the thinnest parts of curved strokes align.

Overshoot: The slight extension of curved or pointed letters beyond the baseline or cap height.

Finial: A tapered, delicate end to a stroke, often in letters like "e."

Eye: The enclosed space in the lowercase "e."

Shoulder: The curved stroke in letters like "n" or "h."

Tail: A decorative stroke on letters like "Q" or "y."

Serif: The small extensions at the ends of strokes in serif typefaces.

Descender: The part of a letter that extends below the baseline (e.g., "p" or "g").

Cap Height: The height of uppercase letters from the baseline.

X-Height: The height of lowercase letters without ascenders or descenders, typically measured by "x."

Baseline: The imaginary line on which most letters sit.

#Expressive Typography

Expressive typography is the art of designing letters and words to convey emotions, themes, or concepts beyond just their meaning. It uses creative manipulation of letter shapes, sizes, colors, and composition to evoke specific feelings or moods. Instead of focusing solely on legibility, expressive typography enhances the emotional impact of the text by transforming it into a visual experience.

DTC BUS (DELHI)

Delhi on Wheels: Transforming the Word "Delhi" into a DTC Bus

Typography isn’t just about letters; it’s about conveying stories, culture, and identity. Capturing the essence of Delhi—through its iconic DTC bus. Using the letters in "Delhi," I transformed the word itself into a design that resembles the city’s lifeline, a DTC bus. Here’s a deep dive into how this piece came together and the inspiration behind it.

The Inspiration: Delhi’s Iconic DTC Bus

Delhi’s public buses, especially the green DTC (Delhi Transport Corporation) buses, are an intrinsic part of the city’s identity. They connect the diverse areas and people of Delhi, carrying millions every day through bustling streets, historical landmarks, and modern hubs. My goal was to capture this essence by merging typography with the visual style of a DTC bus, creating a piece that celebrates Delhi’s unique spirit.

Designing "Delhi" as a DTC Bus

In this project, I turned each letter in "Delhi" into a part of the bus, so the whole word not only spells out "Delhi" but also visually resembles a moving DTC bus.

Letter Forms as Windows and Doors: Each letter in "Delhi" is designed as if it were a window or door of the bus, with D, E, L, H, and I placed across the side of the bus like passenger windows.

Landmark Details: The middle letters incorporate iconic Delhi landmarks such as the India Gate and a representation of Qutub Minar. These landmarks symbolize the heart of Delhi and add a cultural touch to the design, emphasizing the city’s rich heritage and modern identity.

Color Scheme: I used the vibrant green and yellow associated with DTC buses, which adds a layer of authenticity and immediately evokes the feeling of seeing a DTC bus on the streets of Delhi.

The Design Process and Challenges

Merging a readable typography piece with a recognizable DTC bus structure required careful planning. Each letter had to be clear enough to spell "Delhi" at a glance, while also integrating with the rectangular bus layout. Balancing these elements without losing the essence of either the word or the bus was a rewarding design challenge.

Final Outcome: Delhi on the Move

The final result is a piece of expressive typography that embodies both the word "Delhi" and the form of a DTC bus, seamlessly blending them into one. It’s a visual representation of Delhi’s character—lively, connected, and constantly moving. This design pays homage to the iconic buses that are a lifeline for millions, embodying the city’s vibrant energy.

Also, it was created in acrylic sheets too.

2. BANYAN TREE

I explored this concept by designing the word "Banyan" as an expressive typography piece that captures the beauty, strength, and symbolism of a banyan tree. This project turned each letter into a unique element of a banyan tree, merging nature with typography in a meaningful way. Here’s a closer look at how I brought this design to life.

Inspiration Behind the Project

The banyan tree holds a special place in many cultures, representing growth, resilience, and shelter. Known for its sprawling roots and thick, sheltering canopy, the banyan is often a gathering place, offering shade and comfort. By transforming the word "Banyan" into a tree, I aimed to capture these qualities and create a design that reflects both the natural beauty of the banyan tree and the symbolism it carries.

The Typography Concept

In this design, each letter of "Banyan" becomes a part of the banyan tree, creating a cohesive visual that blends the letters with elements of the tree’s form.

Root-Like Strokes: The elongated downward strokes of each letter resemble the aerial roots of a banyan tree, giving the word a grounded, natural look. These strokes represent the tree’s strength and deep-rooted nature, symbolic of stability and endurance.

Branching Canopy: The letters are positioned within a canopy of leaves, illustrating the wide-spread branches and dense foliage of the banyan tree. This integration of letters with the tree canopy creates a harmonious visual that balances typography with illustration.

Organic Flow: The curves and flow of the letters are designed to mimic the natural, flowing shape of a banyan tree, adding an organic feel to the typography.

Design Process and Challenges

The main challenge in this project was ensuring that each letter in "Banyan" was legible while blending seamlessly into the tree structure. Each stroke and curve was carefully designed to resemble natural elements without losing the clarity of the word. Achieving the right balance between typography and illustration required multiple iterations, adjusting the thickness and flow of each letter to resemble branches and roots effectively.

Colors and Style

The green leaves and brown trunk bring a vibrant yet earthy tone to the design, creating a warm and natural color scheme. This palette reflects the life and energy of the banyan tree, making the piece visually appealing and authentic to its subject.

Final Outcome: Typography Rooted in Nature

The result is a piece of expressive typography that visually represents the essence of a banyan tree, with letters growing out like branches and roots. This design serves as a celebration of nature, growth, and resilience, turning the word "Banyan" into a tree that symbolizes shelter and strength.

3. Gulaab

I explored the Hindi word Gulaab (meaning "rose") through expressive typography. The challenge was to translate the essence of a rose—its softness, beauty, and elegance—into a typographic design.

I used flowing, curved letterforms to mimic the delicate petals of a rose and incorporated shades of pink and red to evoke its vibrant colors. The design blends fluidity with depth, capturing the essence of a blooming flower.

This project highlights how typography can do more than communicate meaning—it can evoke emotions, transforming the word itself into a visual representation of beauty. Through Gulaab, I’ve shown how typography can be an art form that speaks directly to the heart.

4. Maa

I transformed the word Maa (meaning "mother") into a visual expression of love, warmth, and strength. The challenge was to capture the nurturing and protective essence of a mother through typography.

I chose soft, rounded letterforms to convey warmth and tenderness, while bold strokes represent the strength and resilience of a mother. The color palette of soft earth tones adds to the feeling of comfort and support, creating a design that reflects the deep emotional connection we have with the word Maa.

Through this expressive typography, I’ve aimed to showcase how words can transcend their meaning and evoke deep emotions, turning Maa into a visual tribute to the bond of motherhood.

5. seven (7)

I explored the word Seven with a twist, combining two distinct meanings—seven and snake—into a single design. The challenge was to visually represent both concepts in one unified typographic piece.

I used sharp, sinuous curves to give the design the fluid, twisting shape of a snake, while the number 7 remained prominent, symbolizing the numeral itself. The design plays with duality, allowing the viewer to see both the number and the snake in the same word, depending on perspective.

This piece explores how typography can have multiple layers of meaning, allowing one word to convey different ideas at once, making Seven a visual metaphor for both the numeral and the serpent.

6. Jahnavi in Gurmukhi

I explored the name Jahnavi written in Gurmukhi script. The goal was to create a visual representation that not only honors the beauty of the name but also the cultural and spiritual significance it carries.

I focused on the fluid, graceful strokes of Gurmukhi to mirror the elegance and softness of the name Jahnavi. The design incorporates smooth, sweeping lines that flow naturally, reflecting the serene and divine qualities often associated with the name, which means "Ganga" or "river" in Sanskrit.

This piece celebrates the harmony between language and visual design, showcasing how the beauty of a script can enhance the depth of meaning behind a name, turning Jahnavi into a delicate and powerful work of art.

7. Champak (champa in sanskrit)

I explored the Sanskrit word Champak, which refers to the Champa flower in Hindi. The challenge was to capture the essence of the flower's beauty, fragrance, and elegance through expressive typography.

I used delicate, flowing letterforms to reflect the soft, graceful petals of the Champak flower. The curves and loops of the typography mimic the organic shapes of the flower, while a warm, golden color palette symbolizes its vibrant hue and sweet scent.

This design demonstrates how typography can visually interpret the meaning of a word, with Champak becoming a symbol of natural beauty, grace, and serenity in the form of expressive, artistic lettering.

#Experimental Typography

Experimental typography involves breaking traditional typographic rules to create innovative and unconventional designs. It focuses on manipulating type in creative ways—distorting, deconstructing, or combining it with other elements—to explore new visual expressions, often prioritizing art and concept over legibility. The posters were created in reference to some major and famous art movements.

#Magzine Layouts

In our magazine layout project, we worked through three stages. First, we replicated an existing layout to learn the basics of design. In the second stage, I introduced the Garamond font, adding sophistication while keeping the layout intact. Finally, in the third stage, I embraced experimental typography, playing with unconventional font placements and creative elements to push the boundaries of traditional design. This process helped me explore how magazine layouts can evolve from standard to innovative while maintaining visual impact.

#Concrete Poetry

Concrete poetry in typography is a form of poetry where the arrangement and visual presentation of the text play a key role in conveying the meaning or emotion. The layout, shapes, and patterns of the words themselves become part of the poem's expression, often forming pictures or structures that complement or enhance the written content. The design of the text is as important as the words, creating a visual experience that adds depth to the message.

#Blackout Poetry

Blackout poetry in typography is a creative process where words from an existing text (like a page from a book or newspaper) are selectively "blacked out" using ink or markers, leaving behind only a few words or phrases that form a new, poetic meaning. The remaining visible words and their arrangement become a visual element, with the typography playing a key role in shaping the poem's tone and structure. The result is a combination of visual design and poetic expression.

#Typoday Posters

#Log Book

[rissafety]

Anchors vs horizontal lifeline systems: choosing a fall arrest system for your roof

When it comes to protecting workers from rooftop falls, there are two options for fall restraint systems: anchor points and horizontal lifeline systems. While both are critical components of fall arrest systems, each have different features and uses. Understanding the factors that influence their selection is crucial for ensuring worker safety and compliance with Australian regulations. https://rissafety.com.au/anchors-vs-horizontal-lifeline-systems/

[dutestindustrial]

What qualifies as a safety anchorage point for a personal fall arrest system?

Working at heights always involves some risk, but with proper safety equipment and anchorage points, the risks can be significantly reduced. Personal fall protection systems are a crucial part of fall protection for workers whose jobs involve working above the ground. However, for these systems to be effective, the anchorage point itself must meet certain criteria to safely arrest a fall. 

The anchorage point that a fall arrest system attaches to needs to be able to withstand substantial impact and force. In a fall scenario, the arrested worker's full body weight will be placed on the anchorage point, which could range from 150-310 pounds on average. Therefore, any approved anchorage point must be rated to withstand a minimum of 5,000 pounds of force or 2 times the expected impact load. 

Static lines and vertically suspended lifelines are common anchorage options for fall arrest systems. Anchorages formed of structural steel members, sound roofing materials, and wood members over 5 inches thick are generally sufficient if they meet strength requirements. Pre-engineered anchor points known as fall arrester blocks can also serve as compliant anchorage points. These portable blocks distribute energy across their structure during a fall impact. 

For horizontal lifelines, additional criteria come into play. These require termination anchorages at both ends able to withstand twice the maximum arrest force along the lifeline. They also need to be securely attached to an anchorage capable of withstanding similar forces from two directions. Horizontal lifelines are common anchorage solutions for larger work areas requiring movement, like bridge construction. In all cases, occupiers need to verify the rated strength of any anchorage option and not exceed its limits.

Anchorage connectors like carabiners must also be rated for a minimum of 5,000 pounds to ensure they don't fail under any fall forces. Using connectors with ratings lower than the strength of the approved anchorage point could compromise fall protection. Connectors should always feature self-locking mechanisms and be compatible with the other components of the fall arrest system, including lanyards and harnesses. 

Building surfaces like concrete, steel, timber, and masonry can generally qualify as anchorage points if structurally sound. However, attaching lanyards or lifelines to relatively small or moveable objects is unsafe and should be avoided. Gas pipes, vents, drainpipes, lighting fixtures, and other utilities cannot sustain heavy impact loads and are not approved as anchorage points for fall arrest systems. Surfaces like glass, gyprock, or wood paneling are also insufficient.

Portable fall arrester blocks provide flexibility when permanent structural anchorages are not present. These engineered blocks distribute and absorb forces to keep workers securely protected during falls. Having at least two such blocks on hand enables multiple attachment points and backup anchorages for changing work positions. Well-maintained blocks incorporate lightweight designs for easy transport and setup at varying work locations.  Any anchorage point connecting a personal fall arrest system like lanyards or horizontal lifelines must be specifically rated to withstand a minimum impact force of 5,000 pounds. Rigid, load-bearing surfaces from structures can suffice but require assessment. Prefabricated fall arrester blocks provide versatility as approved temporary anchorage solutions at heights. The regular inspection ensures adequate safety anchorage points remain available for effective fall protection systems.

[mtandtgroup-blog]

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TopScope (M) Sdn. Bhd., established in 1984, is Malaysia's leader in facade access and safety lifeline solutions. We specialize in BMU (Building Maintenance Units), gondolas, davit systems, monorail systems, and interior maintenance solutions such as access ladders, hoists, and gantries.

As a distributor and certified installer for MSA Latchways and KStrong, we provide personal protective equipment (PPE) and engineered fall protection systems. Our offerings include horizontal, vertical, and overhead lifelines, guardrails, roof walkways, and WinGrip vacuum anchors for the aerospace industry.

With 40 years of experience, we prioritize safety and quality, adhering to international standards like EN, BS, and ISO. Contact us for your building maintenance needs.

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[bulokpipe]

How to choose pipe clamps for industrial uses

In the area of business operations, making sure the proper functioning and sturdiness of pipelines is paramount. From production websites to production plant life, pipelines serve as the lifelines of various procedures, wearing fluid gasses critical for operations.

However, to hold the integrity of these pipelines, the use of dependable pipe clamps will become indispensable. Pipe clamps are important additives designed to guide, stabilize, and secure piping structures, stopping leaks, vibrations, and structural harm. With a myriad of alternatives to be had inside the marketplace, selecting the right pipe clamps for business packages can be a daunting undertaking. This comprehensive manual objectives to simplify the technique, imparting insights into key elements to recall whilst selecting pipe clamps for industrial uses.

Understanding the Importance of Pipe Clamps:

Pipe clamps play a pivotal function in making sure the structural integrity and functionality of pipelines in commercial settings. These clamps are on the whole responsible for:

Providing assistance and balance to pipelines, specially in conditions in which they're subjected to outside forces or vibrations.

Preventing leakage through securely preserving pipes in the region and retaining proper alignment.

Facilitating ease of installation, protection, and repair of pipelines by imparting a reliable mounting solution.

Types of Pipe Clamps:

Before delving into the choice technique, it's important to familiarize oneself with the numerous kinds of pipe clamps available within the marketplace. Some common sorts include:

Standard Pipe Clamps: These clamps function a simple layout and are perfect for supporting horizontal pipelines.

U-Bolt Clamps: Characterized by using their U-fashioned design, those clamps provide a stable grip across the pipe, making them appropriate for heavy-duty applications.

Split Clamps: Designed with a two-piece production, break up clamps are flexible and may be effortlessly installed or removed without disassembling the entire pipeline.

Suspension Clamps: Specifically designed for overhead packages, suspension clamps provide help to vertical pipelines, stopping sagging or bending.

Considerations for Selecting Pipe Clamps:

When choosing pipe clamps for industrial uses, several elements have to be taken into consideration to make sure top-rated performance and sturdiness. These issues encompass:

Material: Opt for pipe clamps comprising long lasting materials including chrome steel, excessive nickel metallic, or alloy metallic to withstand harsh environmental conditions and corrosion.

Size and Compatibility: Select pipe clamps which might be well suited with the diameter and cloth of the pipeline to make sure a steady fit and proper assist.

Load Capacity: Assess the maximum load or weight that the pipe clamps are designed to withstand, considering elements including fluid stress, temperature variations, and external forces.

Environmental Factors: Take into consideration the operating surroundings, including temperature extremes, publicity to chemical compounds, and capability dangers, and select pipe clamps which are proof against corrosion, UV degradation, and other environmental stressors.

Installation Requirements: Consider the convenience of installation and protection, opting for pipe clamps that feature consumer-pleasant designs and require minimal tools or understanding for meeting.

Quality Assurance and Compliance:

When sourcing pipe clamps for business programs, it's imperative to prioritize quality assurance and compliance with industry requirements and policies. Look for respectable pipe clamp  manufacturers that adhere to stringent satisfactory manipulation measures and provide certifications consisting of ISO 9001:2015. Additionally, make certain that the pipe clamps follow applicable industry requirements along with ASTM, ASME, DIN, or ANSI to assure their reliability and overall performance.

Cost-effectiveness and Long-term Value:

While in advance price is absolutely an essential consideration, it's essential to weigh the long-term value and value-effectiveness of pipe clamps. Investing in splendid clamps might also entail a higher initial investment but can bring about sizable financial savings through the years via decreasing the frequency of repairs, replacements, and downtime associated with inferior products.

Conclusion:

In the end, selecting the right pipe clamps for business uses requires conscious attention to various factors, along with material, length, load ability, environmental elements, set up requirements, first-class warranty, and cost-effectiveness. By prioritizing great compatibility, and compliance with industry standards, industrial operators can make certain the reliability, safety, and efficiency of their piping structures.

For top-notch pipe clamps sponsored by using high-quality warranty and reliability, consider contacting Bu-Lok. As one of the main pipe clamp manufacturers, buyers, and providers of stainless-steel, excessive nickel steel, alloy metallic, and carbon metallic pipe clamps, Bu-Lok offers a comprehensive range of merchandise designed to meet the various wishes of business programs. With a dedication to excellence and purchaser satisfaction, Bu-Lok stands as a trusted companion in ensuring the integrity and overall performance of business pipelines.

[fsesafepteltd]

Versatile and Reliable: The Dacon Rescue Basket for All Scenarios

Every second counts in a man-overboard emergency.  Swift and efficient recovery is crucial for the well-being of those in distress. The Dacon Rescue Basket emerges as a frontrunner in marine safety equipment, offering unmatched versatility and reliability across a wide range of rescue scenarios.

Unlike traditional lifelines or throwing rings, the Dacon Rescue Basket prioritizes safety and comfort.  Its sturdy construction creates a secure cradle for the person in the water.  This horizontal recovery position minimizes the risk of further injuries, especially for those who are unconscious, exhausted, or have sustained trauma.  The basket's design allows for gentle retrieval, reducing stress on the individual and simplifying the rescue process.

Versatility is a hallmark of the Dacon Rescue Basket.  Its manageable size and weight make it ideal for smaller boats, allowing for easy deployment and operation by a single crew member.  The basket can be retrieved manually using ropes or the frame itself.  For larger vessels with high freeboards, the Dacon Rescue Basket seamlessly integrates with deck cranes or winches, facilitating a smooth and controlled recovery process. This adaptability ensures the system's effectiveness on a diverse range of vessels, from compact fishing boats to expansive yachts.

The Dacon Rescue Basket boasts a robust build, designed to withstand the harsh realities of the marine environment.  Its construction utilizes high-grade materials, making it resistant to corrosion and capable of enduring challenging weather conditions.  When not in use, the basket folds compactly, minimizing its storage footprint on board.  This space-saving design ensures it's readily accessible during emergencies without sacrificing valuable deck space.

The Dacon Rescue Basket prioritizes not only safety and efficiency but also user-friendliness.  Deployment is quick and straightforward, minimizing critical moments lost in scrambling for equipment.  Clear instructions and intuitive design elements make the rescue process easier for crew members, even under pressure.

Investing in the Dacon Rescue Basket signifies a commitment to preparedness.  It equips boaters with the necessary tools to respond effectively in man-overboard situations.  Whether navigating calm inland waterways or braving rough open seas, the Dacon Rescue Basket provides a versatile and reliable solution for a variety of rescue scenarios. It's a crucial addition to any boater's safety arsenal, potentially making the difference between a successful rescue and a tragedy.

[divyaastro-ashram]

Is Your Videsh Yatra Rekha Fading? Unveiling the Secrets in Your Palm

Embarking on a journey to foreign lands is a dream shared by many, and within the intricate lines of our palms lies a glimpse of our potential adventures. The Videsh Yatra Rekha, a mysterious line in palmistry, offers insights into our travel destiny, guiding us towards distant shores and cultural exploration. In this blog, we delve into the secrets of the Videsh Yatra Rekha, unravelling its significance in palmistry and exploring how it shapes our wanderlust-filled aspirations.

Understanding Videsh Yatra Rekha

The Videsh Yatra Rekha, also known as the travel line in palmistry, is a significant marking found on the palm, particularly on the Mount of Mercury beneath the pinky finger. This line is believed to represent an individual's inclination towards foreign travel and exploration. Its appearance, length, depth, and intersections with other lines on the palm offer insights into one's travel aspirations, experiences, and potential obstacles in journeying to distant lands. 

● Location on the Palm: The Videsh Yatra Rekha is typically found on the Mount of Mercury, situated below the pinky finger. This area of the palm is associated with communication, travel, and adaptability, making it a fitting placement for the travel line. 

● Appearance and Characteristics: It often appears as a horizontal line extending outward from the base of the palm towards the edge. A clear and well-defined line suggests a strong inclination towards foreign travel, while a faint or broken line may indicate challenges or delays in travel plans. 

● Interpreting Length and Depth: The length and depth of the Videsh Yatra Rekha can offer insights into the nature and extent of one's travel aspirations. A longer and deeper line may signify significant or frequent journeys abroad, while a shorter or shallower line might indicate more limited travel opportunities. 

● Additional Markings: Sometimes, the Videsh Yatra Rekha may intersect with other lines on the palm, such as the fate line or the lifeline. These intersections can provide further context about the timing and circumstances surrounding one's travel experiences. 

● Changes Over Time: It's important to note that the appearance of the Videsh Yatra Rekha can evolve over time. External factors, life events, and personal choices can influence its clarity and prominence, reflecting shifts in one's travel desires and opportunities.

Decoding a Fading Line

But what if this line appears faint, almost imperceptible? Does it foretell the end of your travel dreams? Not necessarily. A fading Videsh Yatra Rekha may hint at shorter excursions or temporary obstacles rather than a complete cessation of travel opportunities.

Not Necessarily Negative

A fading Videsh Yatra Rekha doesn't necessarily signify an absence of travel opportunities. Instead, it could indicate a shift in priorities or temporary obstacles hindering travel plans. It's essential to interpret it with an open mind, considering various factors influencing its appearance.

Temporary Setbacks

Current life circumstances, such as financial constraints, work commitments, or family responsibilities, can contribute to a fading travel line. These setbacks may be temporary and could change as situations evolve. Therefore, it's crucial not to lose hope based solely on the appearance of this line.

Evolution of Desires

As individuals grow and evolve, their desires and aspirations may also change. A fading Videsh Yatra Rekha could reflect a shift in focus from travel to other areas of life, such as career advancement, personal growth, or family responsibilities. It's essential to consider these evolving desires when interpreting the significance of the line.

Exploring Beyond the Line 

Beyond the Videsh Yatra Rekha, other factors in palmistry and astrology contribute to the tapestry of your travel destiny. Planetary influences, particularly the placement of Jupiter, the planet of expansion and exploration, can infuse your travel prospects with vitality and enthusiasm.

Planetary Influences

The placement of planets in your birth chart, particularly Jupiter (Guru), can significantly influence your travel prospects. Jupiter is associated with expansion and exploration, and its favourable placement can override the significance of a faint Videsh Yatra Rekha. Consulting with an astrologer to analyze your birth chart can provide insights into how planetary positions impact your travel luck.

Mount of Mercury Significance

In palmistry, the Mount of Mercury reflects qualities like curiosity, adaptability, and communication skills. A well-developed Mount of Mercury suggests a natural inclination towards exploration and an openness to new experiences, enhancing your potential for foreign travel. Therefore, individuals with a prominent Mount of Mercury may still enjoy fulfilling travel experiences despite a faint travel line on their palm.

Other Travel Lines

While the Videsh Yatra Rekha is a prominent indicator of foreign travel, it's not the only line to consider. Additional lines branching from the lifeline or fate line can provide supplementary information about specific journeys or periods conducive to travel. These lines, along with other palm features, contribute to a comprehensive understanding of an individual's travel prospects beyond the Videsh Yatra Rekha.

Taking Control of Your Destiny

Setting Intentions

Visualizing yourself travelling to foreign lands and actively planning for your trips can positively influence your travel luck. By manifesting your desires and focusing your energy on your travel goals, you can align your actions with your intentions, increasing the likelihood of fulfilling your wanderlust dreams.

Embracing Different Travel Experiences

While international travel may seem elusive due to a faint Videsh Yatra Rekha, exploring alternative travel options can keep your adventurous spirit alive. Consider embarking on local adventures, discovering hidden gems in your vicinity, or even indulging in virtual tours of exotic destinations. These diverse experiences can satisfy your wanderlust and provide opportunities for exploration and discovery closer to home.

Consulting an Astrologer

Seeking guidance from an astrologer can offer valuable insights into your travel prospects and suggest remedial measures to enhance your travel luck. By analyzing your birth chart and palm lines, an astrologer can identify hidden potentials for travel and recommend personalized remedies (Upayas) to overcome obstacles and fulfil your travel aspirations. Working collaboratively with an astrologer can empower you to take control of your travel destiny and embark on exciting adventures with confidence and clarity.

Additional Points to Consider

● Depth of the Line: A deeper Videsh Yatra Rekha often signifies more substantial or prolonged travels, while a shallow line may indicate shorter trips or surface-level exploration. 

● Multiple Lines: The presence of multiple Videsh Yatra Rekha lines on the palm suggests a life filled with diverse travel experiences, each leaving its indelible mark on your journey. 

● Broken Lines: Although a broken Videsh Yatra Rekha may initially denote obstacles or delays in travel plans, the influence of auspicious planetary alignments can herald resilience and triumph in overcoming challenges. 

Embrace the Journey

Remember, your palm is not merely a static map but a dynamic canvas that evolves alongside your life experiences. Even if your Videsh Yatra Rekha appears faint or fragmented, let it serve as a reminder of the resilience and adaptability inherent within you. Embrace the journey, for every twist and turn holds the promise of new discoveries and enriching adventures on your path to foreign shores. 

The Bottom Line

As we navigate the twists and turns of life's journey, the Videsh Yatra Rekha serves as a gentle reminder of the infinite possibilities that await us. Whether faint or pronounced, this line on our palms whispers tales of adventure and discovery, urging us to embrace the unknown with open arms. So, let us heed the call of wanderlust, trusting that every step taken brings us closer to the enchanting experiences that await us in foreign lands.