#fionn cox-davies

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Absolutely OBSESSED with Punchdrunk releasing this photo today, 13 July 2023, that cannot possibly have been taken any later than 30 April 2022

Left-to-right: retired from role after just over a single month due to injury and has since left the show, 33 weeks pregnant per recent public Instagram post and hasn't fully performed since December, left show in January and is currently working in Ireland

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Fionn Cox-Davies as Oracle

a conglomeration of multiple loops, details probably mixed up and muddled and forgotten, but I did my best to capture this extremely compelling interpretation of the character

We begin, again.

They rush down the stairs, collecting the sacred bear skin, throwing it over their shoulder, balancing the water bowl with one hand, ready to return to work.

The master has returned, he's in good spirits - he embraces the Oracle. The Oracle pats him on the back, but as the moment ends, their hand is tingling with the blight of the forthcoming. They hold the tainted hand away from themselves until they can wash away this feeling.

It's Iphigenia's big day, she has been practising so hard for this, ready to serve The Maiden. They're so pleased for her, and Artemis will be pleased too. And if Artemis is pleased, the Oracle's life becomes so much easier.

She may be growing up into a beautiful young woman, but she's still a child, still swatting at them playfully with a furry paw. The Oracle cherishes these moments, knowing there may not be many more of them to come.

A vision strikes them like a blunt blow to the head. Their eyes roll back, eyelids twitching as they receive divine instruction. The shower. What is required, you will find it there. Act as the vessel, move the events forward.

So they find the ring in a hollow in the wall, Artemis looking on in approval. They deliver it to the Master, it's good news for little Iphi, isn't it? It's a joyous day. A wedding, and to such a respected member of the army.

The Lady of the house returns with Iphi in tow. Cause for celebration! The party is imminent. Oh, and that scoundrel from Troy is joining us, too. The Master? He's busy with the war effort, of course. He often leaves the Lady alone.

Pour the drinks, make the rounds, it's all a swirling blur. And she's here, The Maiden, Oracle can feel her pushing them this way and that. The Oracle starts to move one way, she sends them spinning in the other direction. They want to cry out, to stop, but she shuffles their feet for them. The events must all proceed, just-so.

So the girl goes down to see her groom, to see her father, and the Oracle just can't look. Away, to the tiny shrine. Someone is already there waiting.

They feel the tainted stench on the boy, too, the weight of the fate hanging over him. The boy doesn't understand, couldn't understand, but the Oracle does what they can, sprinkles him with a bit of the blessed water. It doesn't help.

It's happening, there's nothing we can do, nothing but to push forward and aid the smooth passage of the storm. They will be the midwife. If the Oracle doesn't, it will all be for nothing.

Doesn't stop them from feeling every bit of the pain, though. Ground yourself in the sand, bury yourself in it, and scream a goddess' scream and a mother's scream and your own scream all at once. In their screaming, the ghosts appear to them. There is a shade right in front of them, watching closely, looking them in the eye.

Such things happen when you're... Blessed. Cursed. Touched. Chosen by the goddess.

The shades stay with them, every step of the way.

The Lady requires their assistance. The Master is gone to war. The Lady and the Bastard will be dining this evening, if you please. (He has no table manners. He is covered in blood. He brings out the worst in her.)

When their grisly meal is ended, nothing to do but to tidy up. In tidying, in serving her, the Oracle's hands are bloodied too. This cannot stand. Out, out damned spot, rinse those hands clean, but now the holy water is cloudy with the blood of the tilted walls of this wretched house.

The shade is watching them, floating right behind the mirror in front of them. The Oracle locks eyes with it, then looks away in shame. The bowl, the bowl. The water must be made pure.

The gods are quarrelling right on their doorstep. The Oracle is compelled, moves past them, empties out the water. It's bloodied, useless, it must be pure.

They move as a chess piece. One square at a time, all right angles, block to block to block until they reach the stairs. Blindly, backwards, they descend, thrusting one arm out to their side to whisk away any pesky shadows that might block their way. They are sure-footed, they hold the bowl and the water and the light, they are guided all the way down.

The shade is still there. The Oracle has softened to their constant companion. It must be curious. The curse of this house has attracted the attention of the dead. Well, there's no one else who will listen to the Oracle's prophecies, is there? So they take the shade around the corner and whisper to it everything that is to come.

The Master is home, he's home! And... he's brought someone with him. Oh, the Lady will not be pleased. But there's something familiar about her. Something that connects them together.

Oracle's eyes flit from the girl, to the Master, over briefly to the shade who will not leave them.

When the homecoming ceremony is done, when the Master is wrapped in his fateful carpet, the Oracle clutches their shade by the shoulder.

"If you want to see the prophecy, follow the King."

Does the ghost speak our language? It seems to understand. But it looks the Oracle in the eye as they pull away, and shakes its white-beaked head. Still cursed, then. Still haunted.

The Oracle rushes off to the desert. Glances briefly behind their shoulder, seeing that the shade is still with them. True to its word. Doing as it wills.

The little girl's dress is lying there, covered in sand.

A song. She loved to hear the Oracle sing. They will sing for her.

bees and butterflies picking at her eyes

way down yonder, in the meadow, lies my poor little baby

poor little baby, crying mama...

They bury the dress in the sand. Can't bear the sight of it.

blacks and bays, dapples and greys,

all the------the-----e----e----

Their voice continues, but the words do not. No longer a song, the voice leaving their throat is an artificial tone, a theremin played by the gods.

The humanity leaves their body, the spirit ripples through them, energy bursting out. Their head turns stiffly on its axis.

Released, they break into sobs.

The circle. The circle must be broken. They throw the antlers this way and that, picking them up, casting them aside, returning them to their place.

Someone is watching. It's her, her again, someone else's daughter, only a girl really, but that's the way the Master likes them. A spoil of war.

Their eyes meet. What is there to say? The Oracle cannot help her. The girl knows it, too, because they recognise each other.

The girl has knelt down. The Oracle steps forward. They do not break eye contact.

The moment lasts forever. At last, the Oracle hesitantly takes their bowl, raises their hand, touches her lightly with the only blessing they can bestow. It won't be enough to make a difference.

The water does have power, though. The Oracle knows it. That's why they rush quickly off when they feel the boy's soul passing. Artemis is there, waiting for him. The other soldier is there, tears sparkling in his eyes, dripping down, but that's not the blessed water that the boy needs.

Alone, but surrounded by ghosts, the Oracle kneels down and blesses the boy. The water runs down, washing some of the blood off. The boy's eyelids flicker, he begins to revive. The Oracle runs off before anyone can ask questions.

Time is growing short now. It's all happening. Somehow, another one with the Sight has made it to their side of the border. He is hunched by the lantern, cowering, peeling off his clothes.

Oracle walks up to him silently. More than a sprinkle, they pour water into the man's cupped hands.

Dips their hand into the water again, blesses his bare head. Anoints him.

The man grabs his pile of rags and scampers off. The two of them - no, all three of them - were all just caught up in this mess. We are playthings of the gods. But it won't matter for much longer.

Bless the halls. Bless the bedroom. If this water have any power at all, let it wash away the curse of Atreus. Light scatters through the fringe curtain. It is all Happening just across the way, as they feared it would, as they knew it would.

And the deed is done.

And Iphi... has returned?

They will walk along at her side once more. They kiss her hand, seeing her off with tenderness. Now, they will shed their mortal trappings, slip out of this earthly identity, and join the others.

It's time to begin again.

Here's to new beginnings.

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𝐴𝑁𝑂𝑁𝑌𝑀𝑂𝑈𝑆   𝑆𝐴𝐼𝐷      :      hit   me   with   ur   mw   🥺

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WELCOME TO THE SWAMP ---- !

howdy folks! under the cut you’ll find all of those we’re welcoming into the town of marais! you will have twenty four hours to send in your accounts. reminder that both side blogs and mumus are acceptable for having multiple characters. make sure the look over the checklist and see if you’re following the right things. we should be releasing the follows once we see a majority of the accounts come in.

we’re around if you have any questions!

adelaide kane as rachel adler

amanda seyfried as loretta dawson

amy adams as isabella aultman

blake lively as margaret “maggie” cox

carly chaiken as bina bloom

chris pine as terrence hayes

diego luna as sydney reyes

garrett hedlund as james-ryan hopkins

harry styles as gideon conners

henry cavill as franklin “frank” oswald

im yoon-ah as mi-yeon “mia” baek

janina gavankar as serena airheart

jenny boyd as rosalie thorton

jessica lowndes as kennedy brady

laura harrier as elodie marie boucher

leighton meester  as adeline damour

niall horan as fionn doherty

olivia munn as honey destler

oscar isaac as gael reyes

pedro pascal as dezi contreras

ruth wilson as ceana moray

ryan gosling  as matthew davies

sofia carson as  sojourner avara

summer bishil as tessa bishop

tom holland as elliot adler

zendaya as charlotte parker

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Jono McCleery - This Idea Of Us from Greatcoat Films on Vimeo.

The narrative follows one man's psychological torment as he battles with the memory of a lost relationship. It's an emotional and physical story as our character attempts to rid himself of his past.

“This Idea Of Us”

Music by Jono McCleery Directed by Geej Ower Produced by Simon Oxley

Movement Director - Fionn Cox-Davies Cinematographer - Charlie Goodger

Starring Fionn Cox-Davies & Nico Migliorati

Production Company - greatcoatfilms.co.uk

Production Manager - Roy Forberg Production Coordinator - Precious Mahaga Production Assistant - Beatrice McHugh First Assistant Director - Lina Remeikaite Focus Puller - Daniel Kolditz Loader - Pablo Schmitow Camera Trainee - Ines Duarte Gaffer - Daniel Ansell Spark - Rory Harborne Art Department - April Ibinceanu Art Department Assistant - Elena Isolini Catering - Scott Pattinson

Visual effects - Cranrust Vfx Compositing - Jonathan Klahr Matte paintings - Monica Laita

Editor - Geej Ower Colourist - Joseph Bicknell

Camera Supplied by PANAVISION Lighting Supplied by PANALUX Graded at CHEAT

Made in association with the PRAH Foundation

With thanks to: Stephen Bass Jono McCleery Jo Steingold Sharon Kelley at Thanet District Council Toby Tomkins at Cheat Adam Coles at Panavision George Martin at Panalux Alex Stevenson & Tom Adcock at Ninja Tune Ted & Alex at Our Place

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Jono McCleery - This Idea Of Us from Greatcoat Films on Vimeo.

The narrative follows one man's psychological torment as he battles with the memory of a lost relationship. It's an emotional and physical story as our character attempts to rid himself of his past.

“This Idea Of Us”

Music by Jono McCleery Directed by Geej Ower Produced by Simon Oxley

Movement Director - Fionn Cox-Davies Cinematographer - Charlie Goodger

Starring Fionn Cox-Davies & Nico Migliorati

Production Company - greatcoat.film

Production Manager - Roy Forberg Production Coordinator - Precious Mahaga Production Assistant - Beatrice McHugh First Assistant Director - Lina Remeikaite Focus Puller - Daniel Kolditz Loader - Pablo Schmitow Camera Trainee - Ines Duarte Gaffer - Daniel Ansell Spark - Rory Harborne Art Department - April Ibinceanu Art Department Assistant - Elena Isolini Catering - Scott Pattinson

Visual effects - Cranrust Vfx Compositing - Jonathan Klahr Matte paintings - Monica Laita

Editor - Geej Ower Colourist - Joseph Bicknell

Camera Supplied by PANAVISION Lighting Supplied by PANALUX Graded at CHEAT

Made in association with the PRAH Foundation

With thanks to: Stephen Bass Jono McCleery Jo Steingold Sharon Kelley at Thanet District Council Toby Tomkins at Cheat Adam Coles at Panavision George Martin at Panalux Alex Stevenson & Tom Adcock at Ninja Tune Ted & Alex at Our Place

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Anyway, happy Bacchanalia day to all who celebrate, may it scratch the itch and may you enjoy good quality time following amazing performers around like a little duckling

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hello, i found myself wondering what a fionn laocoön would have been like, and i took some time to visualise it, and tonight i will be crying myself to sleep because it would have been UNBELIEVABLY MAJESTIC 😭😭😭

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did you ever go looking for music videos featuring dancers that you like only to find yourself having to ask what in the ever-loving folk horror is THIS

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oh, this video has fionn in it and he's the movement director, that's cool, let's watch it

oh, this video is a direct follow-on from that video and fionn's the movement director again, that's cool, let's watc-IS THAT LUCIA

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TBC 30 day challenge - Day 13

Your most-followed character

The Oracle. 33 times.

She wasn't my favourite. But she was always there.

I didn't expect it at first. How cringe is it for me to say that it happened slowly, then all at once?

She's not flashy. She spends a lot of time tidying up and moving props around. For a long time, she didn't have a 1:1. She's a quiet loop, both in terms of crowds and in terms of action. And that's how it started - she was quiet and easy to follow. She stays in Mycenae. She carries a candle. She was easy to find.

There are some characters I am in love with like a wild love affair, they are exciting and thrilling and it's always a party with them. There are some characters who are a puzzle to solve, and I keep coming back to them in intrigue, looking for the next clue.

Oracle is a comforting sort of love, a dependable love, a homey cosiness. I didn't understand when people would talk about having a "comfort loop", and then I did.

Oracle was my first 1:1. Oracle ripped my heart out every time with her lullaby. Oracle was haunted by ghosts. Oracle was a character I thought I understood, and then I didn't.

I didn't understand until she took me by the hand and told me, "I need you to know, I never wanted to get tangled up in all this. But as an oracle, I am... a vessel. For the Gods."

I didn't understand until I watched her face during the wedding party, her legs were dancing but her eyes were screaming. She was not in control - Artemis was.

I didn't understand until she refused to lay that final antler to complete the circle, as if that might change things... but the storm came anyway, it tossed her about, and she screamed. All of Mycenae screamed.

My favourite Oracle was Fionn Cox-Davies. He took the character and made it brand-new for me. I wrote about his whole loop. My second favourite was WenHsin Lee, a masterful actress who always made it clear whether it was her in control or the Gods. But I loved the character in general and everyone brought something different to it. I was so lucky that so many of my absolute favourite performers played the role. (It seems like they had just about everyone give it a go, actually - even with all my time with her, there were still a couple interpretations I never got to see.)

Sitting on the bench next to me, eyes locked on Clytemnestra & Aegisthus as they slide around in blood - Georges pinches at the flesh of his hand, more and more insistently, fingernails almost breaking the skin.

"If you want to see the prophecy, follow the King," Fionn tells me. When I follow him to the hinterlands instead, he looks over his shoulder warily at the ghost haunting him.

"It is all happening, and not un-happening..." Nathan whispers in my ear, aghast at the violence about to happen in the shower.

Brenda Lee mutters in Maltese as she descends the staircase. Lily adjusts her headband as Agamemnon approaches, self-conscious now that the boss is home. Eric dances through the forest with such grace as the storm builds. Valentine wipes her hand across ΙΦΙΓΕΝΕΙΑ written in the sand, erasing it.

WenHsin dances to Sing Sing Sing with such crazed energy that I stand there slack-jawed, watching her propel herself this way and that, dragged around like a ragdoll. When Mallory dances, their eyes are filled with tears.

Fania stays on the mezzanine for the finale, giving running commentary in Greek to her white masks, and then goes to the end of the stone table to meet Persephone, bowing deeply as she approaches.

So many moments.