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[kittyoperas]

a thousand teeth, and yours among them.

[edith-moonshadow]

Dear Heart Part Two Billy’s POV

Part One (with tags)

Billy grimaced as he shaded around the fox’s eye. He had only done one tattoo on himself before this and it hadn’t been this intricate or important. As the needle bit into his skin, he only kept two things on his mind, Steve Harrington and destruction.

Billy’s mom had always loved his art especially when he’d been younger and it had only been them when Neil was at work. Billy had loved sitting in the corner of their kitchen by the window drawing on the pages that his mom gave him as she dealt with her clients. Neil kept all the money under lock and key but wouldn’t let her get a job. She had fought against these constraints at first until she finally decided that she could work from home providing people with a service that they would pay a lot for. People who wanted help in their lives, those who wanted to give fate a helping hand.

For a lot of people, it was help finding the right job, the right path to success in their lives. Some people wanted a little comeuppance for someone who had wronged them. Nothing too serious maybe they missed an important job interview or had a bad day. Then there were the people who had fallen for someone. With those particular clients the thing that he always remembered the most was their faces, that slightly guilty look in their eyes. When these particular clients came to their house his mom’s tone of voice changed becoming hushed and saddened.

“You shouldn’t tempt fate.”

“I thought you could help me?”

“I can but these results will only be temporary so use your time wisely.”

With a sigh, she would pick up the worn leather-bound book that had belonged to her grandmother and walk back to them. Then she would hand them a piece of paper.

“I need you to draw the person you’re thinking of, hold them in your mind and draw them.”

Most people would protest that they weren’t artists but his mom would reassure them that they just need to manifest them in their minds while committing them to the page.

“It’s not art, it’s magic.”

She would then produce a small jar filled with a thick clear balm. She had shown him how to make it, how to care for the herbs and flowers that had to be used. It was a complicated ritual to prepare it but his mom always called it Moondust, as it had to be created by the light of the moon and had a faint glow to it. She would take this balm and get the person to rub it on their picture before it was burned.

“Only through destruction can we bend fate to our will but only for a short while.”

Once the paper was ash they would pay her and be on their way. Even from a young age, Billy had been fascinated by the whole process and he would ask her so many questions about it but the most pressing was always why wasn’t it permanent. Maybe if they could make it permeant they could get away from Neil and have it just be the two of them. His mom would sigh sadly.

“No baby you can’t change fate only play with it for a while.”

“Why?”

She would pull him close.

“Changing fate demands a sacrifice, something has to be destroyed for it to work but the paper is a small sacrifice. A safe sacrifice.”

Billy didn’t want to believe it, there had to be a way but soon everything changed and he didn’t get to ask any more questions. When his mom left it felt as though she took all the loose pages that Billy used to draw on with her. He didn’t draw seriously for several years until he found his love again through school where it became an escape. A long lost connection to her.

It was only when everything went wrong in California that he discovered some of his old art from when he’d been a child. His mom’s book had been filled with beautiful illustrations and spells that sounded like poetry. When he’d been younger he had copied entire pages from the book while his mom had been beside him encouraging him. He had shoved them into a bag, a burning in his throat but he couldn’t bear to throw them away.

Hawkins was worse than he’d been imagining and he could feel his rage burning through him, he felt anger at everyone, especially Neil. He poured his anger into his art, his frustration and pain becoming something beautiful on the page. He hated Hawkins, everything felt so backwards and ordinary. He was sure that nothing ever happened there. When he’d first arrived he thought it would be a tedious wait until he was finished with high school so that he could finally leave but fate had another plan in mind for him.

From the moment that he’d first laid eyes on Steve Harrington Billy had felt completely disoriented. He had done his best to appear unaffected but his heart had been racing, a strange burning in his chest as he watched him dancing with Wheeler. Steve had been so dismissive of him that it made him burn inside as Steve was constantly on his mind but when they ran into each other Steve treated him like he wasn’t there. For the first time in his life art couldn’t calm his mind.

He tried to forget about him by hanging out with the other members of the basketball team who under Tommy’s influence had a lot to say about Steve and little of it was good. To Billy, it sounded like a lot of bitter jealousy but at least he got to learn some things about Steve. Yet it only made him ache more so he tried to lose himself in other people but it only left him cold. Soon the only thing he looked forward to each day was riling Steve up in the halls of Hawkins high. Until they graduated.

Billy had taken a job at the local pool, it gave him something to do, a little extra money and took his mind off what he couldn’t have. Then Steve got a job at Scoops Ahoy and Billy’s summer became a lot more frustrating. Soon he found himself by the pool sketching as the air grew cooler and fewer people came to the pool. Billy mind appeared on the page, his rage, his pain and the one thing he ached for above everything else.

He was so lost that when he heard someone’s voice he almost dropped his work.

“They’re really good, are you an artist?”

He turned to see a petite girl with long black hair smiling at him.

“No.”

“You’re really good.”

“Thanks.”

“Want a job?”

“Doing what?”

“Well I just opened a tattoo parlour near Starcourt and by the looks of things you’ll need another job soon and you’re art is really impressive.”

Billy shrugged.

“Drawing on paper is going to be different than on people.”

“True but we could work out an apprenticeship.”

Billy looked down at the picture in his hands, it was Steve’s face but without his eyes, he hadn’t perfected them yet even though he thought of them often. He thought why not do something that gave him a creative outlet, it was true that soon the pool would close and he’d have to find some way to stay out of the house.

“Why not?”

By the end of the week, he was spending all his days at On A Dead Man’s Chest learning everything he could from Betty and before he knew it he had his first customer. It took everything in him to hold the needle steady, he could feel the tremors under his skin but he did his best to work through it. He soon found himself with a steady client base and he found himself gravitating towards traditional tattoos. He could also do more realistic tattoos but so far only a handful of people in Hawkins had requested them. Betty told him often how impressed with his work she was and Billy couldn’t help[ but absorb her praise. He enjoyed her company she had been a tattoo artist for around ten years and she had great stories about the strange tattoos people wanted and their reactions to getting tattooed.

Being near Starcourt also allowed him to indulge in his other obsession and he would walk to the rail opposite Scoops Ahoy so that he could watch Steve. He could feel the ache within him grow as Steve moved around oblivious in the sailor outfit that was his uniform. He didn’t know if he wanted to find the person who had designed it unsure if he wanted to thank or threaten them. The only upside seemed to be that Billy was the only person affected by the uniform in the way that he was. He had seen Steve’s eyes harden as old classmates jeered or ignored him altogether.

The only people who seemed to spend any time with him was the girl who worked with him and Henderson and occasionally the other kids. The kids seemed to view him as some kind of older sibling but he couldn’t be sure about the girl. They had easy energy about them that made Billy clench his jaw so hard he got headaches. He’d never seen anything outwardly romantic between them and if what he’d witnessed with Wheeler was anything to go by he knew Steve wouldn’t be able to contain himself. Also to his chagrin he knew that he was still with Wheeler. He knew they probably referred to themselves as high school sweethearts, had inside jokes and had a whole future planned out.

Even though he knew it was pathetic he couldn’t stop watching Steve on his break, he felt so powerless. Steve had never accepted him and he wished he’d been able to approach him differently but when he got within arm's length something inside Billy always took over and he couldn’t help but push. Steve didn’t like that and now he had to watch him from afar like a lovesick schoolgirl.

After a while of being at the tattoo parlour, he decided he wanted to expand his art a little, give people something unique. He wasn’t sure if anyone in Hawkins would be interested but he hoped to expand and become good enough for somewhere bigger. He still had dreams of returning to California one day.

There wasn’t much inspiration in Hawkins and he still hid his sketches of Steve fear in his heart that Betty would recognise him or worse still that Max would see them. He knew that he had some old sketches from California in the top of his closet so he had got them down. He had a box filled with the drawing he used to do with his mom and the ones that he’d done under the tutelage of his old art teacher. Looking at them brought a bittersweet smile to his face as his mind was transported back to better times in his past. He was searching through them when he found an old sketch with writing on it and he remembered when he’d dabbled in calligraphy with his mom’s help. He closed his eyes letting the memory of her fill his mind. He could feel her arms around him, her hand gently guiding his on the page, the sweet smell of her perfume as her warm voice spoke softly.

“That’s it, just up and then back down and there you go all finished.”

He looked down at the slightly shaky scrawl in front of him and then back up into her proud eyes.

“It’s beautiful but once it’s dry you have to put it away where no one will see it, ok Baby.”

“Why?”

Her eyes softened.

“Some people won’t understand what this is but they will still fear it and they will use that fear against you.”

“Like dad?”

She pulled him close as she whispered against his skin.

“Yeah Baby.”

Billy looked down at the words now and even though he hadn’t seen them in years he knew what it was, the recipe for Moondust. It felt like all the air had been forced from his lungs as he collapsed back on the bed behind him. He couldn’t believe that all this time he’d had the answer to all his problems right here. Then he remembered his mom’s words to the desperate people who came to her with guilt in their eyes.

‘Only through destruction can we bend fate to our will but only for a short while.’

Billy didn’t want Steve for only a short while, he wanted it to be forever. He knew that he could draw him over and over, keep rubbing the balm until the lines of the picture smudged and then throw it into the flames and keep Steve at the forefront of his mind. He would do it until Steve didn’t need him to anymore and came to him of his own free will. Billy knew that they were destined to be. Yet there was a nervousness under his skin when he remembered that his mom would only perform this particular spell once no matter how much a person beg or threatened her when the person they loved walked away from them. She never disclosed why it could only be done once but nothing could ever persuade her to repeat it.

No, a simple drawing would never be enough, he needed to figure out a way to make it permanent so that he only had to do it once and Steve would be his. Soon it occupied his every thought fuelled by the growing jealousy he felt as he watched Steve grow closer to the girl he worked with but the final straw was when he moved out of his parent's house and in with Wheeler.

Billy knew he was running out of time, his jealousy burning through him until he felt as though his heart was on fire. He drew Wheeler, he knew it wasn't a perfect recreation of her face because he'd never paid her much attention. He knew that it wasn't important to get every detail of her correct, he just needed something that resembled her to destroy as he kept her firmly in his mind. He had waited on the full moon to create some of the balm. He'd found himself mesmerized with how it caught the light as it seemed to glow.

He couldn't figure out what to do with Wheeler until he remembered Tommy telling him with a sneer in his voice about how the freak was so sweet on her. Byers.

It felt like the perfect solution so he searched for a yearbook then drew Byers beside her, his eyes firmly on her with a familiar light burning them up from within. He thought about them together as Byers' feelings grew and Wheeler finally realised how perfect he was. He held onto the slow burn romance in his mind, that they spend so much time together, realise how much they have in common, how perfect they are for one another until they couldn't deny it anymore. As he kept it firmly in his mind he dipped his fingers into the balm rubbing it over the lines until they bled together smudging the lines between reality and fantasy. Then he opened his lighter and watched with satisfaction as it burned to ash.

Even though he wasn’t sure if the spell had worked he continued to think about them together hoping that it would become reality while he figured out how to capture Steve’s heart. He continued to try and capture Steve in his art but there was always something not quite right. He couldn’t fully capture his eyes even though he’d seen them up close so many times and they haunted his dreams he couldn’t get them right on paper.

Over the next week, he felt his desperation grow as he didn’t know how much time he had on the spell between Wheeler and Byers and he wasn’t even sure if it was working. There had to be a way to make the spell permanent but his mom had been practising magic since she was young and had learned everything she knew from her mom and grandmother so if there was a way surely they would have known. His desperation grew so strong that in his weakest moments he thought that a short amount of time with Steve was better than nothing. Yet he knew when his time was up he wouldn’t be able to go back to the way things were before and he knew how much it would hurt for Steve to return to ignoring him. He would be just like those people who used to come to his mom with pain or anger in their voice as they did everything they could for just a little more time.

There was a distinct chill in the air, his breath misting before him as he listened carefully. He moved slowly through the forest led by his instincts something else was here. He moved around a tree and there it was a beautiful deer, it was silently eating some leaves nearby but even though he didn’t make a sound it startled and looked in his direction. When its large doe eyes met his it turned and ran. With his heart beating rapidly in his chest he ran towards it, his hunger grew until he couldn't help licking over his teeth. The chase made him feel alive, it was more than his hunger it was a deep need within him that needed to be sated. Finally, he caught it, he looked down into its wide eyes as he sunk his teeth deep into its chest until he could taste its beating heart.

Billy awoke with his heart hammering in his chest but the final image of his dream was imprinted in his mind. A fox with its teeth sinking into a deer’s heart.

He couldn’t shake the image for days, the large doe eyes of the deer and how the sharp teeth of the fox sunk so easily into its heart taking it for its own. It felt as though his mind had been enchanted by the dream for days until he finally committed it to paper. As he stared at it he couldn’t help thinking about Steve’s eyes and all the times when they’d been in school together and he had cornered him and got to see them up close. That twist in his stomach, the thrill under his skin as Steve became flustered and Billy’s hunger grew.

Slowly the idea formed in his mind and he couldn’t believe he hadn't thought of it sooner, a tattoo. He would take the image from his dream and tattoo it onto his skin, the needle scarring him would be the destruction and he’d think about Steve’s devotion for him so that he could finally ensnare his heart.

It took several hours after work in the tattoo parlour when it was locked up for the night for Billy to complete the tattoo. The time was filled with pain as he tattooed the image from his dreams onto his chest while keeping Steve’s devotion firmly in his mind. When it was completed he took a freshly prepared jar of the balm and rubbed it carefully over his chest while continuing to keep Steve in mind. A searing pain spread out across his skin making his breath catch as he fell heavily to his knees, the skin around his tattoo becoming hot and tight as sweat broke out across his face. He dug his fingers into the ground so hard that he thought his nails would split as he took several deep breaths trying to control his pain before it slowly started to subside. He collapsed fully onto the cold floor of the tattoo parlour his heart beating erratically as he continued to think about Steve and the moment when he’d give his heart to him.

He watched Steve from across the mall for several days with a burning desire for him to finally notice him but nothing significant seemed to have changed and he remained unnoticed. He wanted so desperately to just walk casually into Scoops and gauge Steve’s reaction to him but he couldn’t bear it if it hadn’t worked. He had never seen the interactions between the people who came to his mom and the people they chose but he had always assumed it was instantaneous but maybe it took more time than he knew. He was still in high demand back at the tattoo parlour so he tried to get lost in work.

“Hey, Billy you’re not going to believe who just walked in?”

“Who?”

Betty smiled.

“A sailor and he wants a traditional heart tattoo.”

Billy’s heart started to race as he walked to the corner so he could look and see who was in the shop and to his delight there stood Steve Harington. Betty came to stand beside him.

“I think it might be his first tattoo and I think he wants to put someone’s name on it.”

She sighed as they watched Steve walk around the shop looking at examples of their work.

“Do you want to talk to him?”

“No, I have a client coming in first thing this morning but tell him to come back at six.”

“At six?”

“Yeah, I can talk to him about it then.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah I’m booked pretty solid for the next few weeks but I can fit him in later, it’s a pretty simple tattoo.”

Betty shrugged before she walked back to Steve and he retreated to the back. The rest of the day he couldn’t believe that Steve had finally come to him. That the spell had worked. He was so preoccupied with his excitement that he forgot to visit Scoops that day and instead spent his time preparing for Steve’s arrival.

The little bell ringing above the door into the shop alerted Billy to the fact that Steve had finally arrived. He quickly checked his station and realised that somehow in all his preparations for Steve getting here he’d forgotten to get more red ink. He walked out into the hall on his way to the stock room when he heard his voice.

“Hello?”

“Close the door tight and come back here.”

He listened for the door being closed then headed in the direction of the stockroom. He found the red ink quickly and returned to the room finding Steve sitting on the bed. He jumped up with wild eyes and Billy was transported to his dream for a moment.

“What are you doing here?”

Billy laughed raising his arms in front of him.

“I’m the tattoo artist.”

“What?”

“I was just getting some more red ink because I was told you wanted a traditional heart style tattoo. So you want to be a real sailor then.”

“Did you know it was me?”

Billy shook his head, Steve didn’t need to know that he’d been dreaming of this moment since he rubbed the Moondust on his chest.

“This is serious Hargrove I don’t want you fucking this up just to get at me.”

Billy moved closer he could feel the fox under his skin.

“Why would I do a shitty job and tank my own reputation as an artist just to piss you off? Trust me Princess I’m going to do a good job as I do for all my clients.”

Steve looked away with his shoulders slumped.

“Maybe this was a bad idea…”

“Why did you want a tattoo?”

Steve looked back at him with a searching look.

“You’ll only laugh at me.”

Billy could feel the excitement building under his skin, it couldn’t be a coincidence that Steve was here.

“You don’t have to tell me but trust me I’ve seen it all at this point.”

Steve bit his lip as he gathered the courage to tell Billy what he wanted and Billy felt his teeth ache.

“I wanted a heart tattoo…for Nancy.”

A strange mixture of disappointment and rage rose through him and he walked over to his station and threw down the red ink. Could the spell have worked but the message wasn’t clear and now he’d just reinforced his love for her? He wanted to bite his tongue in half but made himself continue to talk to Steve, maybe he could still salvage this.

“Why would I laugh at that?”

“I dunno we’ve never really…seen eye to eye…���

“Where do you want it?”

There was a pause before Steve spoke again.

“I wanted it over my heart.”

Billy took a deep breath as he tried to control his emotions. Of course, Steve would want to make a grand romantic gesture and place it directly over his heart. He turned towards him.

“Ok take off your shirt.”

Steve’s eyes widened as Billy’s heart thudded in his chest.

“You promise me you’ll take this seriously.”

He extended his index finger and crossed his heart which seemed to work as Steve pulled off the top of his uniform exposing his smooth soft skin. His need to touch Steve became too great and he walked closer running his fingers fleeting over the space above his heart enjoying his small shiver.

“How big is it?”

Steve’s timid question made Billy think about the fox watching the deer’s eyes before it unveiled its sharp teeth. He ran his finger over his skin in accrued heart shape. Steve followed his finger intently with his eyes before he laughed nervously.

“That big huh?”

“It has to be a bit bigger to fit the name on it.”

Steve bit his lip as he contemplated what to do and Billy wanted to chase the sting of his teeth with his tongue. He moved back and motioned towards the bed and with a deep breath, Steve climbed up onto it and lay back. Billy moved closer and ran his fingers over his skin again. He couldn’t wait until he could touch Steve without pretence, just because he wanted to.

“Here?”

Steve nodded.

“So you want a classic heart with a banner?”

“Y-yeah with Nancy’s name in the banner.”

“That’s a very big commitment are you sure?”

Steve’s eyes got a faraway look as he considered the tattoo. Billy watched him wondering if he was thinking about her. He could feel a burning in his chest when he considered the tattoo one more and had an epiphany.

“Yes.”

Billy nodded then reached behind him for the vaseline that he would use to help the needle glide more easily over Steve’s skin before he grabbed his tattoo pen. Usually, he would use a stencil but he wanted Steve’s tattoo to be unique and created completely from Billy’s hand. He needed it to be if this was going to work. He drew the heart over where Steve’s heart was as he thought about Steve’s devotion to him. That after this he would be his always. He finished the design leaving the banner blank. For now.

“Where’s her name?”

“Don’t worry Pretty Boy, I’ll write in the name once I’ve got the heart finished.”

Steve lay back down and Billy got everything ready before moving close once more.

“I’m going to do the outline first then I’ll fill in the heart and banner then we can do the name and you’re finished.”

Steve nodded and Billy started the tattoo. He felt him flinch slightly before he closed his eyes taking small calming breaths. Billy concentrated on his work as he tried to keep Steve’s devotion in mind. By the time he was filling in the colour, Steve’s face had a rosy glow as he tried and failed to suppress breathless little moans. When people were in pain they made all different kinds of noises as they tried not to squirm but for Billy hearing, Steve make these little whimpers were driving him to distraction. He licked his teeth thinking of the day when they would be because of him and not his needle.

“Uhhhhhh….”

Billy had to take a steadying breath before he did something stupid that would derail the whole spell but he couldn’t resist moving his lips close to his ear just to feel him squirm.

“You ok, Princess?”

Steve let out a slow breath.

“Yeah, I just didn't know it was going to hurt so much.”

“You didn't know that having a needle stab into your skin over and over was going to hurt?”

“I knew it was going to hurt asshole just not this much.”

Billy ran his fingers over the tattoo relishing Steve’s small flinch.

“Want to take a break?”

“No, just keep going.”

While Steve was distracted he brought his lips close to his ear, the urge to bite was strong but he resisted.

“You’re doing so good.”

Steve settled back onto the bed and Billy returned to the tattoo. Soon he was finished with the colour portion and he started on the lettering. He didn’t write it out beforehand as he’d written it so many times in his life. He bit his lip in concentration as he slowly wrote the letters into the banner letting the idea of Steve’s devotion fill his mind. When this was over Steve would willingly offer his heart to Billy. When it was complete he moved back to admire it feeling something settle within him at the sight before him. He reached over and lifted the small jar that he had used on himself and carefully started to rub it into Steve’s skin. He put some on his finger and ran it over it each letter making sure that it was completely covered before he covered the heart. Steve shivered slightly then his breath escaped on a soft moan as his body slowly relaxed. Billy covered the tattoo completely in the balm then bandaged it up.

“Still with me Princess?”

Billy watched him carefully for any change as Steve slowly opened his eyes.

“Are we done?”

“Yeah.”

Steve looked down at the tattoo.

“You didn’t let me see it?”

“You’d fallen asleep and I needed to get it bandaged up to protect it but don’t worry you’ll see it in a couple of days.”

“A couple of days?”

“Yeah, I need you to come back and see me, Friday at six. Don’t take off the bandage or get it wet before then.”

“Why can’t I take it off?”

“Because you’ll ruin the tattoo that’s why just come back to me. I know the proper way to take off the bandages so that it doesn’t destroy the tattoo.”

“How much do I owe you?”

“We can discuss it when you come in on Friday.”

Billy hoped the spell would have taken effect by then.

The following day he awoke to the feeling of a million tiny ants dancing under the skin of his tattoo. It had never itched before but now it was unbearable even having his clothes touching it made him have to grit his teeth. An uneasy feeling crept under his skin as he worried that this was a bad sign for the spell. For the first time in a long time, he wished his mom was there was so he could ask for her guidance.

His day at work passed so slowly as he couldn’t keep his eyes off the clock or his mind of Steve. It was maddening to know he was only a short distance away and Billy didn’t know if the spell was working. When he break came along he practically rushed the client out the door even though the girl seemed pretty determined to stay and talk to him about tattoos but Billy was more determined to get rid of her. He didn’t even grab a coat or tell Betty that he was leaving he just walked quickly towards Scoops.

He took up his usual place across the mall but after a few minutes both Steve and the girl moved into the back and Billy was too impatient. He walked across the mall and in through the door, he had denied himself long enough. He could hear movement in the back of the shop and just walked around and into the back where he found Steve alone. He had his back to him and was getting a large tub of ice cream out of a freezer. He heard Billy approach and laughed.

“That was fast, he must be getting sweet on…”

Steve turned towards him with a smile, his eyes widening as he realised Billy was there. Billy watched him carefully for a moment to see if anything had changed but Steve just stared at him like a deer caught in headlights so he thought fuck it there was a sure-fire way to check and see if the spell was working. He walked quickly over to him backing him up against the freezer with the ice cream in between them. He leaned forward capturing Steve’s lips in a brutal kiss delighted when Steve gasped as he dropped the ice cream at their feet. Billy finally gave into temptation biting down hard on Steve’s plump lower lip causing him to open his mouth. He wasted no time licking into his mouth. He pressed his chest up against Steve’s and when they were fully against each other it seemed to ignite something in Steve causing him to moan and pull Billy closer. He quickly became enthralled by Steve, how he whimpered into his mouth and gave himself over to Billy. He slid his hands down onto his hips squeezing them in his hands so he could relish Steve’s gasp.

“Steve?”

The shocked voice echoed through the room and to Billy’s disappointment Steve pulled away from him. He wanted to press in harder and keep him there but he knew now that there was plenty of time for that. The spell wasn’t fully in effect yet but it was working on Steve and soon he would be his. He grabbed Steve’s arm pulling him close just so he could relish his shiver as he whispered into his ear.

“See you Friday, Princess.”

With difficulty, he pulled away from Steve and walked from the shop. He couldn’t wait until he got him all alone on Friday.

Billy was practically vibrating in his skin as closing time approached. He had spent the whole day fantasizing about Steve again but this time there was anticipation too because he knew the spell was working. He didn’t have any clients from five so he had spent his last hour at work getting everything ready.

Around six he heard the bell above the door ring out and then the door closing firmly. When he heard Steve arrive at his room he turned towards him. His eyes widened slightly as he took in Billy’s chest and he couldn’t help preening under his attention especially as he looked at the tattoo. He could almost feel the fox beneath his skin as it tracked Steve as he crossed the room. He looked like the frightened deer from his dream as though at any moment he would sprint from the room. Billy motioned towards the bed then as soon as Steve had sat down he boxed him in with his body and grabbed the bottom of his uniform shirt. Steve looked up at him with wide eyes and he could feel the fox’s mouth start to water as he pulled it up and off. Steve lay down and Billy moved over him, his eyes zeroed in on the bandage. His fingers itched to remove it to finally see what he knew was there, a brand across Steve’s skin. Proof that he belonged to him.

“Ready Princess?”

He let his fingers dance over the edge of the bandage, letting the sweet anticipation bubble under his skin as he slowly started to peel it away. He couldn’t resist watching Steve to see his reaction as he knew this would be the first time that he would see the tattoo. He watched Steve’s eyes as he watched as it was slowly revealed until he saw it in its entirety. A blood-red heart with Billy’s name in the middle. Steve’s eyes locked with his own and all he saw was Steve’s anticipation for what would happen next, no fear, no anger only desire. He couldn’t hold the fox’s hunger back any longer so he struck.

He climbed up onto the bed so that he was on top of Steve then leaned down so that he could capture his lips in a hungry kiss. Steve sighed against him as though he had been waiting with bated breath for Billy to finally claim him then he kissed back with equal hunger. He could feel Steve’s fingers tentatively stroking over his chest and he pulled back. Steve looked up at him with a delicate flush on his cheeks before his eyes fell to his chest once more. Billy pulled his shirt away so that Steve could see everything. He leaned up slightly so that he could run his fingers over the design. His fingers lingered on the heart and Billy felt something within him settle.

“Do you like it?”

“It’s beautiful. What’s it from?”

“A dream.”

Steve looked at him and something passed through his mind, an understanding. Billy pulled him into another kiss before he covered Steve completely with his body. Steve wrapped his arms around him pulling him closer.

Billy let himself get lost in Steve for a while but soon he needed more so he started to kiss his way down Steve’s body He licked over his skin relishing his small shivers until the urge to mark became too strong. He sank his teeth into the side of Steve’s neck pleased when he made a similar sound to the anguished pleasurable noises he’d made when Billy had tattooed him. He moved down leaving a trail of bright red marks in Steve’s skin until he reached the tattoo.

He placed a soft kiss in the centre before he licked slowly over his name tracing each letter with his tongue delighted when he felt Steve’s fingers dig hard into his shoulders with his name breathlessly on his lips.

“Billy…”

He slid further down until he reached the top of Steve’s shorts. As he undid them he thought about how much they had occupied his mind since he had started in Scoops. He had appreciated them for a long time but also hated that other people got to see Steve in them. He slid them and his underwear down and off as he was growing impatient. He took a moment to admire Steve’s body, his pale skin dotted with beauty marks and the heart tattoo stark against it. He pulled Steve’s thighs apart so that he could push his way in between them. He licked over the sensitive skin of his inner thigh enjoying the little jump he could feel under his skin. He slid his fingers into his jeans pocket so that he could retrieve the lube he’d brought with him just for this.

He concentrated on a spot that he selfishly knew would still be visible when Steve had his shorts on and bit down hard before soothing it with his tongue then he licked an inch up and repeated the process all over again. Steve squirmed under him, his skin becoming heated and clammy under Billy’s ministrations. Steve whimpered something that sounded like his name and Billy opened the lube pouring it generously over his fingers. He moved up towards Steve’s hip biting down into the bone as he pressed a finger up against Steve’s hole. With a little pressure, he was able to push it inside as it fluttered around it. Billy licked over the indents he’d left in Steve’s hip before he moved over towards his hard cock.

Steve cried out when he sucked the head into his mouth, he ran his tongue over it as he pushed his finger in further. Steve shuddered under him as he pulled his cock further into his mouth while messaging the underside with his tongue. He pulled his finger back then pressed in another alongside it feeling Steve’s thighs tensing. Billy worked hard to make sure that Steve was becoming overwhelmed in pleasure as he’d dreamed about this moment for so long and he wanted it to be perfect. He knew that the spell was working but he wanted to make it permanent, for Steve to only ever want him. He wanted him to associate Billy with pleasure. He wanted to fully ensnare his heart so that he would be his always.

He crooked his fingers pleased when Steve jumped and his cock throbbed in Billy’s mouth. He pulled back until only the head remained then pressed against that spot again. Steve moaned as pre-come dribbled into Billy’s waiting mouth. He had to shift slightly to accommodate his hard cock in his jeans. He licked over Steve a little longer just to draw out the agony then he pulled back and away. Steve looked down at him, his lips were swollen and red from his teeth, his face flushed and sweaty.

“Billy?”

“Don’t worry Sweetheart, I’m just getting myself ready.”

He moved back so that he could undo his jeans and pull his hard cock out. He poured more lube onto his hand and coated himself with it while Steve watched him with wide doe eyes. Billy’s hunger knew no bounds as he slid back up Steve’s body to capture his bitten lips once more. He positioned himself and pushed forward enjoying Steve’s whimper into his mouth as his body fluttered around him. Once he bottomed out Billy started a steady rhythm. He kissed his way down Steve’s throat.

“Fuck Princess you feel so good.”

Billy was already addicted to this feeling, of how perfectly Steve’s body squeezed around him, his slightly pained whimpers every time he pulled back only to be followed by a soft moan every time he pushed forward. How beautiful he was in this moment as he surrendered willingly to Billy’s hunger. How they felt like two halves finally coming together. He didn’t think he would survive a separation if Steve decided he didn’t want him anymore and left to give his love to someone else. The idea of someone else getting to see Steve like this. That someone else would touch him like this made a boiling rage rise within him. He sunk his teeth hard into Steve’s skin, he wanted to do it so hard that it would become a permanent brand, a little destruction to strengthen the spell.

His need pushed him to increase his pace as he continued to lick and bite his way down Steve’s body. The word mine blazed across his mind as he thought about the fox, how it ripped the heart from the deer’s chest until it became its own. It didn’t belong to the deer anymore it was his heart. He wanted to devour Steve’s heart so that no one else could ever lay claim to it. He growled into Steve’s heated skin.

“Mine.”

“Yes, Billy…”

Steve’s body became tighter and tighter as he pushed harder and harder until his lips danced over the edge of the tattoo. He licked his way into the centre. His name. His heart. He sunk his teeth in hard until he tasted sweet coppery blood. Steve cried out as his body clamped down hard on Billy until he felt him come in between their bodies.

“Billy…Billy…”

His name on Steve’s lips and the taste of his blood in his mouth caused Billy to follow him as he came deep inside him. He lost track of time as his mind became full of nothing but Steve.

When he came to his face as pressed up against Steve’s chest with Steve’s fingers running softly through his hair. He listened closely but all he could hear was Steve heart beating gently in his ear. He pulled back to look up at him and Steve smiled lovingly down at him. He glanced at the tattoo seeing his bloody teeth marks in Steve’s heart before he moved up and caught him in a passionate kiss. Steve moaned at the taste of his blood and Billy remembered his mom’s words.

‘Only through destruction can we bend fate to our will.’

Billy understood destruction. He was good at it. His mom had taught him a lot but the most important was that love was fleeting. She had taken her love and given it to someone else with barely a backward glance. Steve was different and so was Billy. There was something deep and hungry inside him and the only thing that would satisfy it was Steve. Billy knew for Steve he wouldn’t only bend fate, he would push it until it snapped. Steve’s heart was his.

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Reviewing time for MAG179! TTwwwwwTT

- That was such a short statement! As far as Desolation goes, this one really reminded me of MAG107 for the fear of losing what and who’s precious to you (“What part of his life would he have to burn then? What thing he loved would he have to hurl into the flames? The apprehension is as familiar to him as the scent of burning hair. He knows what it means to wait, and see what he has lost.”), having to contribute to that loss, and the loss being always followed by another loss. I really like how it managed to develop its own implacable rhythm through the cycles of repetition becoming shorter and shorter: the succession of losses, the litany of “I got you”, “he had Colin’s back”/“Derek has his back”, “The first time”/“The second time”/“The third time”… stopping with Daisy’s irruption. It really felt like she was breaking an implacable series of routines – though by inflicting worse. I like how Derek and Colin’s relationship managed to indeed feel so deep, intricate and complicated in such a few lines – with the fact that Colin had helped Derek on so many occasions, including to ensure the disappearance of his father’s body (killed in self-defence while he was being abusive?), and… that gratefulness slowly becoming a burden dragging Derek down (taking Colin’s defence, taking the blame for him, losing more and more, sinking and being pushed even deeper by the “bored cop” – Daisy? – who just made things worse because they could). Their relationship being an anchor in both senses: the help to get out of a situation, and the thing pulling you down. It was already evoking Daisy and Basira’s partnership, already reminding us of Daisy’s crimes, and already indirectly coming for Basira’s throat.

It’s interesting that in this domain, Derek never seemed to have the certainty of the identity of the corpses or items he was incinerating? He worried about Tilly when seeing the toys, but it was not stated whether they were hers, and, in the same way, the corpse was never said to be Colin’s (“Derek doesn’t know the man who lies in the cart, lifeless eyes staring at him from a head split in two by a careless shovel-blow”) although it triggered the memories. Given how concrete Derek’s (life)story sounded before getting trapped in this domain (… which seems to be: the furnace of the junkyard where Colin worked, where the body of Derek’s father disappeared), down to his brush with the police, I wonder if these memories were fabricated by the Domain, or if some bits were genuine bits from his past life? We’ve seen some doubt flickering about whether or not Mehreen really had a family in the Vast domain (MAG174), it could be another case of the Fears creating memories to squeeze the most of their victims… but with Derek, we do have the certainty that he had encountered Daisy before the Change and that she had felt that he had “got away”, since she was hunting him…

(I also got hit by the realisation that… this might be the last Desolation statement/story we ever get in the series; 14-15 Fears means that statistically, each would get 2 to 3 statements per season. We might still get another Something related to the Desolation before the end of the show, about Agnes and/or Hill Top Road and/or the Web lighter and/or the fact that Web seems weak to Desolation and/or about the recurring motif of burning down the Archives… but this could have been the last one. It’s even likelier that we won’t get any more Flesh statement/domain after MAG178’s, and I had not realised when that one aired. It’s weird to think “this might be the last time we hear about x”, since the end of the series is approaching?)

- I’m still wondering about the “death” status:

(MAG177) BASIRA: She’s been killing. MARTIN: What? No – no, that can’t be right. I–I thought people weren’t even allowed to die any more. ARCHIVIST: Not permanently, but, uh… Ah.

(MAG179) ARCHIVIST: “… Another victim. Another hunt. The pain and terror courses through him. Derek is still aware as she toys with him, pulls bits from his torso and chews them with a hundred sharpened teeth. He is aware, though not, perhaps, alive.”

We’ve seen her butcher this corpse (and she had been awful with the previous ones, too) – are they meant to respawn? To remain stuck in this state, technically “aware” without being alive? (Though: “aware, though not, perhaps, alive” might be a definition which could apply to… everyone trapped in the domains.)

- Still that thing about the sounds, when Jon gives his statements! It’s naturally been growing stronger: he creates his own soundscape when giving a statement, illustrating the main’s victim surroundings… and that soundscape fades away as soon as Jon is done. Is that a new power developing…? Is it because of dream logic, an extension of his role as a sort of story-teller (he’s supposed to make his audience imagine the sounds, and yet the sounds come to illustrate what he’s saying)…? This one was especially curious because we heard Daisy, who was… currently tearing into a body nearby (but not in the same room as Jon), as if she was present.

- AHAHA.

(MAG179) BASIRA: She’s here, then? ARCHIVIST: [SURPRISED] Basira? I… I–I didn’t hear you, uh… BASIRA: No. I figured you wouldn’t when you were… busy.

It sure feels like something screaming “JON HAS A WEAKNESS, AND IT MIGHT BE USED AGAINST HIM SOON”, in the same way as Annabelle highlighting that Jon was now forced to read a statement until its end once he had begun was followed by Jonah using that trick for his ritual ;; We’ve already seen this at work, how Martin had trouble shaking Jon off from giving a statement, in Jude’s domain; since the episode ended with Jon and Martin going off on their own again… Big Fear that at some point, Jon will come back to his surroundings to discover that Martin is just… gone.

After MAG170 (Martin getting lost in the Lonely house), it looked like Jon and Martin were a bit more cautious about getting separated in domains: instead of leaving Jon completely alone, Martin had stayed quite close or right next to him in a few instances (MAG171, MAG176, and MAG172 although Martin ended up wandering off). In the last two episodes, Basira had initially stayed with Martin: was it an additional security for Jon? I wonder what they’ll go back to, starting next episode – if Martin will stay close, or if they’ll go back to Jon doing his thing in his corner.

- ;________; Basira and Jon’s bantering felt… so nice?

(MAG179) ARCHIVIST: I thought you were keeping watch. BASIRA: I was. Watched you sneak away. ARCHIVIST: … Sorry. BASIRA: You apologise too much. ARCHIVIST: [CHUCKLING] Martin says the same thing…! BASIRA: [CHUCKLING] Like he’s any better!

They felt like they genuinely liked each other again, were able to share things, even with dry teasing? It didn’t feel like Basira was trying to insult him, but rather that they shared the same sense of humour, here and there…

Jon’s FONDNESS when he explained that Martin tells him the same thing still kills me. AND TO BE FAIR, yeah, this season, Jon and Martin have the tendency to spontaneously say “sorry” for various things… a lot. And sometimes, it’s genuine and important “sorry”, or them apologising for something unpleasant they’re doing! But both Jon and Martin do say it a lot. (And displayed it in this episode, even! Martin apologising over Jon’s leg when performing first aid, Jon once again telling Basira that he couldn’t do anything for Daisy, and that he was “sorry” over what had to happen…)

- I really felt like Jon… wanted to spare Basira a bit, by not forcing her to face what Daisy had done to this victim. Is it because Basira had already agreed to look in the previous two cases, and was now ready to kill her? Because Jon’s point had come across, and that he didn’t want to kick Basira while she was already down and there was no need anymore? He had been way harsher towards her in the previous episode:

(MAG177) MARTIN: Wait. Wait, so… so, she’s hunting down criminals? People who she… thinks got away with stuff? BASIRA: … Sure. ARCHIVIST: Really? As simple as that? BASIRA: What’s your point? ARCHIVIST: What, you think he ended up in Wonderland House at random? We’re just going to ignore it, and write him off as a “nasty piece of work”? BASIRA: We don’t have time for this. ARCHIVIST: Then we should make time. You want to hear how he ended up blinding that man? Because it wasn’t a robbery. He was running away from Daisy, lashing out in a panic. The court believed it. But you believed her… BASIRA: [ANGRY] I told you not to look in my head! ARCHIVIST: I didn’t. And I won’t. But you can’t hunt a monster that you refuse to see.

(MAG178) ARCHIVIST: Recognise her… BASIRA: … No… I don’t think I do. ARCHIVIST: That wasn’t a question. It was an instruction, we can’t… move on until you do. […] I told you before, we can’t hunt a monster you refuse to see.

(MAG179) BASIRA: … Why didn’t you want me to hear this one? ARCHIVIST: What? BASIRA: You weren’t this cagey about the other ones, meaning you wanted to keep this one secret. ARCHIVIST: U–uhh… Hum… BASIRA: Because this one was Daisy’s victim? ARCHIVIST: … Yes. BASIRA: … Didn’t think you knew what the statement was going to be before it happened? ARCHIVIST: I just had a sense of it. BASIRA: So… what? You thought I’d hear he was a murderer and I’d agree with her? Maybe I’d figure she was doing the apocalypse a favour by taking him out? ARCHIVIST: I don’t know what I thought. BASIRA: Sure. ARCHIVIST: I don’t know, alright! I was… I was worried that if you listened, it might feel like an accusation. A–after everything we’ve already talked about, I–I mean… What good would it do for you to hear? What’s in this one that you don’t already know? People have their reasons for doing wrong? The system hurts everyone? … Just seemed kind of… pointless. BASIRA: Yeah. I guess. ARCHIVIST: [SELF-DEPRECATIVE SCOFF] Honestly, I just wanted to avoid this conversation. […] So… You did hear it, then? BASIRA: Yeah. ARCHIVIST: What, uh… What did you think? Did it… help? BASIRA: With what? ARCHIVIST: I don’t know…! BASIRA: … Me neither.

* So Jon is able to get a sense of what the domain’s statement will be about, before he even starts? Previously, he had known that they were in “Wonderland House” before beginning his statement, but I had the impression he mostly knew what the domain was about – not about… specific victims. It reminds me of what Annabelle had said about him regarding the written statements (MAG147: “I know the summaries have started to confuse you. Where did they come from, when you read a statement fresh? How do you just… sort of know what it’s about, before you even start to read it…?”), and how he had known about the overall subject of Floyd Matharu’s statement before hearing it. Martin only recently called what Jon has been doing in season 5 “make a statement”, and I really wonder if we’ll learn… what Jon is doing exactly, through those, when he overloads and needs to put the stories into words…

* Small things, here and there: in the previous episode, Basira had agreed to open up, had asked Jon for confirmations, had acknowledged that Jon knew the way towards Daisy and that she had to follow him. I like how nuanced it was, from Jon to want to hide this statement from Basira, that he didn’t want to feel like he was “accusing” her by insisting on things Basira had now understood? And how Basira still wants to know why he would do this – is it condescending, is it coming from a place of sympathy, from absolute awkwardness? (And there is something so fragile and precious in the fact that on the one hand, Jon might have wanted to protect Basira from this one; and on the other hand, Basira wanted to know why he would hide from her… but didn’t jump to his throat about it, and mostly wanted to know why?)

* Tiny progress on Jon’s part? Hearing him acknowledge that he didn’t really know his own reasons for wanting to hide this statement from Basira, and that not being treated like a big deal… seems like a tiny step, compared to his Web paranoia from season 4, when Jon was agonising over Beholding and The Web influencing his actions? Doing something and not knowing why, or rationalising afterwards, would usually be pinned on The Web, but it seems like Jon went back to treat it as something natural, that doesn’t need to be inspected further.

* I like how it really feels like Basira isn’t trying to flee anymore? Just… takes it all in, and accepts that Daisy had wronged someone else.

- Aouch, about the mention of the kidnappings ;_;

(MAG179) BASIRA: Should’ve been sneakier, then. ARCHIVIST: Yeah. … Never been my strong suit, has it? BASIRA: How many times have you been kidnapped at this point? ARCHIVIST: That depends if you– … Hm. BASIRA: … Say it. ARCHIVIST: Depends if you count Daisy. [TENSION & BREATHING]

… Because Basira already knew the answer, and used to be much more callous and mean about it in front of Jon:

(MAG133) ARCHIVIST: Look, I’ve… been where you are. BASIRA: Have you? ARCHIVIST: Yes, I have. Like you’re the only one responsible for everyone, the weight of all their lives on your shoulders: it leads to bad decisions. BASIRA: Yeah, well. When I get myself kidnapped three times in a row, maybe I’ll look to you for advice.

But this episode came after Jon explained how genuinely traumatising Daisy’s kidnapping had been… So it was a bittersweet example of light-hearted banter (Jon and Basira weren’t aggressive! They were joking with each other!) quickly turning sour, accidentally.

- Martin’s Life Is Hard And No One Understands:

(MAG179) [RUNNING FOOTSTEPS ON GRAVEL, APPROACHING] MARTIN: [SLIGHTLY BREATHLESS] Hey-hey! Hey, she’s– she’s, she’s here! [PANTS] BASIRA: What, what? Now? MARTIN: Yeah–yeah, she just… she just tore into a guy, it was…! [SHAKEN] He was, oh, urgh… ARCHIVIST: Yes, we–we understand, Martin.

… Martin found ANOTHER corpse. Gertrude, Leitner, what’s-left-of-Jonah-though-not-technically-a-corpse-since-Martin-was-supposed-to-kill-him, Noah Thomson in MAG177, now this one… Martin, you corpse-magnet.

- Was it Derek’s, since Jon had just given the statement ending with Daisy tearing into him? Did Jon narrate it as it was happening? There is something very curious about the fact that Daisy could interact with both the domains’ victims and our little group – since she ended up injuring Jon, and was shot by Basira. We also got this with Trevor (who was “prey”, but still shot by Basira, who didn’t belong to that domain). Is it a characteristic of Hunters, able to go through the lines in the same way that they had the ability to kill avatars, before the Change? Martin did collide into people/projections last episode (and apologised for it), so it seems like they can interact with victims and not only avatars in the domains, and I wonder if Jon’s power might help them at some point…

- SOB that Daisy’s hunt was not solely about killing the people she labelled as “criminals who got away”. It was about desecrating them, making it as painful as possible (they’re “aware” of what is happening), and… consumption? (She had gotten thinner and had trouble eating towards the end of season 4, is that an echo of it, a way of trying to compensate…?)

- Second gigantic red flag of the episode:

(MAG179) BASIRA: You didn’t think this was worth mentioning!? ARCHIVIST: I didn’t notice, I was talking to you! BASIRA: Fine, whatever.

… The fact that Jon can get distracted and miss information about his surroundings when he’s focusing on something else. It’s extremely Elias-like (it’s how the Archives team had taken him down in season 3), and absolutely feels like something that could get used against Jon at some point…

- I missed Daisy so much, and the first time we hear her live again, she’s reintroduced through the sounds of her EATING THE CORPSE OF SOMEONE SHE JUST KILLED. Cries cries cries.

(Poor Martin: he was audibly upset by the carnage. Too close to Flesh? I remember how Jon had mentioned that he had trouble looking at pictures, in MAG072’s post-statement.)

- Martin’s small interruption made me wonder…

(MAG179) MARTIN: [SUDDEN GASP] [A WOODEN POLE FALLS OVER] [DAISY PAUSES, SNIFFS THE AIR, THEN RESUMES CONSUMPTION] BASIRA: [HUSHED, ANGRY] The hell was that!? MARTIN: Sorry! Sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! ARCHIVIST: What happened? MARTIN: I–I thought you were about to fire! BASIRA: So you gasped just in case? MARTIN: Look, it’s a tense situation alright? I don’t know what I’m doing here, I’m not a sniper! BASIRA: Goddamnit!

… if this wasn’t him trying to sabotage the operation because he didn’t want Daisy to die ;_; Though I can absolutely believe that he really just… gasped in advance, because he was too tense. (Also, I LIVE for Martin’s rants about how he’s not equipped to face this kind of stuff.)

… However, meanwhile, Jon was… definitely trying to delay the inevitable:

(MAG179) ARCHIVIST: [HUSHED] Is this a good enough angle? We can try and sneak round to the other side of the furnaces. But… then the smoke wouldn’t cover us– BASIRA: It’s fine. Shut up. I just need to focus. ARCHIVIST: … Alright. […] Basira, are you sure you’re up to this? It doesn’t need to be right now. W–we can always… back off, regroup, w–wait for a better situation, one where she isn’t… elbow deep in some poor sod’s corpse. BASIRA: Don’t do that. ARCHIVIST: … Sorry. MARTIN: What am I missing here? BASIRA: He knows, as well as I do, that the only reason we’re even able to get this close is because she’s busy with a kill. There isn’t going to be a better opportunity. MARTIN: … Now or never then. BASIRA: Yeah. I made her a promise. ARCHIVIST: You need to be certain. BASIRA: I am.

I didn’t feel like Jon thought that Basira wasn’t ready, or that the sight was too unsettling for him to bear… but more like it was Jon himself who wasn’t ready for Daisy to be killed, and didn’t want to admit it? While as for Basira, she clearly had progressed towards that resolution:

(MAG164) MARTIN: What’s Basira going to do? [STATIC INCREASES] ARCHIVIST: She… thinks she’s going to kill Daisy. Like she promised. [STATIC DECREASES] But she’s conflicted. MARTIN: And will she? ARCHIVIST: I–I don’t know, th–the future, th–that’s… that’s not something I can see.

(MAG178) BASIRA: [QUIET] … I really am going to have to kill her, aren’t I? ARCHIVIST: There’s no way to bring her back. Not any more. At this point, if I tried to take away her fear… it would destroy her anyway. BASIRA: Am I even going to be able to? ARCHIVIST: Yes. BASIRA: And she stays dead? ARCHIVIST: In this case… yes.

(MAG179) BASIRA: Yeah. I made her a promise. ARCHIVIST: You need to be certain. BASIRA: I am.

(I’m also proud of Martin for immediately asking for clarifications when he was lacking information! … Well, wasn’t exactly the moment to ask, but it’s good that he pointed out, right away, that he was out of the loop. Audience surrogate in action.)

- I lovelovelove TMA’s ability to give tension and also deliver the silliest scenes, while saying so much about its characters:

(MAG179) BASIRA: Would you stop staring at me like that?! ARCHIVIST: Like what? BASIRA: Like you’ve looked inside my head, and you don’t like what you see. ARCHIVIST: If that’s an accusation, then you’re wrong. I don’t do that. [FEASTING SOUNDS STOP] BASIRA: Right. Like you’re suddenly given infinite power and no consequences, and that’s when you decide to start respecting people’s privacy. ARCHIVIST: Is that really so hard to believe? MARTIN (BACKGROUND): Uh… BASIRA: Yeah, Jon. It is. MARTIN (BACKGROUND): Guys, guys… ARCHIVIST: [SIGH] BASIRA: If you have something you want to say god-boy, just say it. MARTIN (BACKGROUND): Guys… ARCHIVIST: Look. I know it’s hard, and you have your reasons– MARTIN (BACKGROUND): Guys… ARCHIVIST: –but it is not my fault that you can’t bring yourself– MARTIN: [EXASPERATED, HUSHED] Shut up! Both of you! BASIRA: What? MARTIN: She’s gone! ARCHIVIST: Wait, what? … Oh. Oh no…

* It’s being hammered in pretty heavily that Jon is not looking in Basira’s or Martin’s heads.

* OUFT, Basira was absolutely on edge and it showed: she went back to one of her regular accusations regarding Jon’s powers, dating from season 4… with the same unfairness. Back then, Jon wasn’t really able to control his bits of Knowing; it’s not that he has “decided” to respect people’s privacy nowadays, it’s just that he couldn’t really do that back then, and is doing his best to do it now that he can.

* … And it says so much about Basira that she immediately assumes that someone with power would casually abuse it… given her own relationship with Daisy, and what Daisy used to do, who she used to be.

* I live for Basira’s pet names:

(MAG140) BASIRA: By this point, I just assume the Eyeball tells you.

(MAG177) ARCHIVIST: I told you, I know everything now, more or less. I can see her. With my, uh… BASIRA: … Magic horrorvision? ARCHIVIST: Sure.

(MAG179) BASIRA: If you have something you want to say god-boy, just say it.

* IT REMINDED ME OF ONE OF MY FAVOURITE SCENES!!!

(MAG113) ARCHIVIST: M–Martin! Stop trying to touch the plastic explosive! MARTIN: Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. MELANIE: Guys… ARCHIVIST: Just put your hands in your pockets, or… something… MARTIN: Look, I said, I said I’m sorry… MELANIE: Guys! ARCHIVIST & MARTIN: What?

Team Archive, a bunch of adorable idiots.

* It was suuuuuch a cliché scene and I loved it to pieces, with special *chef kiss* to the sound of Daisy’s meal stopping, and Martin’s hushed outburst <3

- Overall, I really love how the scene was… almost underwhelming? It was messy and awkward, it wasn’t heroic and grand, it wasn't an iconic showdown with a mythical creature. It was mundane, didn’t even feel supernatural? Just… a big dog having grabbed Jon and not letting him go, and how it was affecting characters – Jon being in pain, Martin in absolute anguish over Jon, Basira still trying, a few last times, to pull Daisy back to reason.

- Oh, Martin… the fact that his reflex was still to worry for Jon and Jon’s safety:

(MAG179) MARTIN: Let him go! BASIRA: Get out the way! ARCHIVIST: Take the shot! MARTIN: No, you’ll hit Jon! ARCHIVIST: Uh, take the shot Basira! … Uh… [STRONGER GROWLS] Basira! Do it! MARTIN: Don’t!

… even though Jon is the least likely to get permanent damage from anything, and this was their only opportunity? Martin ;_;

- Crying a LOT all through it about… Basira’s attempts to bring Daisy back, although she had discussed the theory already (that Jon couldn’t do anything, that she would have to kill her, that Daisy was “happy” in her current state). But it was more difficult to apply in practice, and it’s heartbreaking that Basira couldn’t help but hope that a positive outcome was still possible:

(MAG179) BASIRA: Daisy, stop! Please. ARCHIVIST: [WHIMPER] [DAISY’S SPEECH IS LOW AND GUTTURAL, EXPRESSED WITH DIFFICULTY THROUGH A JAW UNFAMILIAR TO HUMAN WORDS – SOME CONSONANTS ELONGATED, SOME VOWELS SLURRED] DAISY: [AROUND A MOUTHFUL OF ARCHIVIST] … Basiraaa? BASIRA: Oh, god. Daisy… […] She knows who I am! She recognises me. MARTIN: B–Basira! BASIRA: Daisy, come back to us. You can come back. Please… […] Daisy, please… Jon, can you… Can you do anything? DAISY: Basiiira… ARCHIVIST: [BREATHLESS] I’m sorry, I told you, she’s… she’s too deep. I can’t do anything, not without killing her…! BASIRA: [PLEADINGLY] Daisy. It’s me. Come on, please…

And I HATE THAT I COULDN’T HELP BUT HOPE, TOO, GDI!!! Because Daisy was still listening (in a way) to what Basira was saying, since she released Jon, and since we had cases where it had been possible to bring someone back from the clutch of a Fear (Jon had managed to save Martin from The Lonely by making him “see” him, after all), so I couldn’t help but hope for something of the same kind… even though Daisy had been involved in The Hunt for almost her entire life, and had warned that returning to it would mean her end, and that Jon had explained in the previous episode that no, he couldn’t do anything to save her ;_;

- Crying about how even before Basira explained what Daisy was offering, there was a double-meaning in what she was saying:

(MAG179) DAISY: Basiraaa… C–come… Come on… BASIRA: … What? DAISY: Come. Got to… get them! […] DAISY: Partner. C–come. [STATIC RISES, FAINTLY] BASIRA: … Oh. I see. MARTIN: What? BASIRA: She… She wants me to join her. In the Hunt. MARTIN: What…? Could… Is that even possible? BASIRA: … Yes. I can… feel it. In the blood. ARCHIVIST: [WEAKLY] Basira…

Was it “Come on” as in “fulfil your promise and kill me”, or “come to me / kill them with me”? AND IT WAS THE SECOND ONE, GODSDAMNIT!!

- Extremely curious about Basira’s static: was it a trace of Beholding allowing her to know? Was it the call of The Hunt? Did it only happen because of Daisy and Basira’s connection? Did it only happen because they were each other’s “anchor”, in a very twisted and bittersweet way (just like Colin&Derek in the statement, the thing stabilising and saving you… and the think that can also drag you down and under)?

I’m not surprised that Basira had the potential in her to answer the call of The Hunt (down to hearing the Blood): she behaved like a Hunter in season 4 especially, and was on Daisy’s trail for all of this season, after all. But I’m sobbing about how instead of saving Daisy, the other possible outcome would have been for Basira to fall into The Hunt’s clutch, too – that until the end, there was still this echo of Basira and Daisy being “partners”, being identified as such by everyone:

(MAG082) MARTIN: I… I’m making a statement. Isn’t that what you want? My statement? DAISY: No. I just need you to answer the question. MARTIN: Oh. Okay. I mean, y–you wanted a statement last time. About… it was… when I found Gertrude. Or at least your partner did. […] ELIAS: And then they don’t ask any questions, as long as you keep it far away from official police channels. Except your partner leaving has made you sloppy. No notes, no proper interrogations, no back-up of any sort.

(MAG088) MARTIN: Well, I’m sure your partner will find him; I just hope she’s not as– BASIRA: No, I need to find him now! You’re sure you don’t know where she is?

(MAG092) ELIAS: She’s quite the killer, your partner. All in the public good, of course.

(MAG112) BASIRA: How about you? DAISY: Elias is… keeping me busy. Hunting. Takes a while. [FALTERS] I’m used to working… with a partner. … It’s fine. BASIRA: Daisy… DAISY: It’s fine. BASIRA: Right. … But it’s not, though, is it? […] DAISY: Fine. … Maybe you could ask Elias if you can join me on a case?

(MAG117) ARCHIVIST: I think Basira is the same, she’s coming along to back-up Daisy, or so she says. I–I, I don't quite get those two, I suppose. What they’ve done, seeing what they’ve seen… It’s a hell of a bond. The sort of thing I’ve mostly done alone. […] BASIRA: But at least Daisy’s coming along. I mean… I know she’s… difficult. Everything they say about her, it’s true, it’s fair. But… she’s solid. She’s a fixed point. And if she’s there, I know exactly where I stand, exactly what I’m doing relative to her. She has no doubts. We go in, we plant bombs, we leave we blow it all to hell. Or, we die. I don’t think I’ll ever have clarity like that. Despite everything she’s done, she’s… she’s still the best partner I ever had.

(MAG142) DAISY: When Basira and I were partners, I’d see this happen sometimes. She can read a… situation like no one I know, always seems to know the right move, but for all her research, she never wants to put a plan together. I think she just hates all the unknowns, the… variables. [SIGH] Contingencies. If she spots an advantage, she’ll… grab it, and trust herself to figure out the details as she goes.

… but in the negative way. When it comes to Basira&Daisy as a relationship, there is something extremely sad in the fact that they never managed to have the willingness to improve and “be better” at the same time: Daisy did it in season 4, when Basira was too obsessed with trying to compensate for her powerlessness and refused to hold Daisy accountable for her past actions; and Basira did it, early in her police career when she first thought about quitting, and in season 5 when she finally acknowledged the damage she had caused or allowed to be caused, when it was too late for Daisy.

I wonder if Daisy, as a beast, wasn’t a concentration of her most toxic traits? We know that she was punishing people whom she identified (pre-Coffin) as criminals that had gotten away. Her last attempt to drag Basira with her in this Hunt really feels… like a last attempt to get back the relationship they had as colleagues and partners? She had mentioned that she missed working with Basira, in season 3 (to the point of considering asking Elias to allow them to work on a case together)…

- ;_; Goodbye, Daisy…

(MAG179) BASIRA: I can’t leave her like this, she’s… always had my back. Always. MARTIN: Basira, don’t, please… DAISY: Partner… Come… [MORE FOOTSTEPS] BASIRA: … Not now. Not after everything. DAISY: [IMPATIENT] Basira, now! BASIRA: I… can’t…! DAISY: Basira! [GUNSHOT] [SNARLING] [TWO MORE GUNSHOTS] [DAISY COLLAPSES, DEAD] [THE DISTANT RUMBLE OF MACHINERY CONTINUES] [SILENCE BUT FOR BREATHS] MARTIN: … Basira, I– BASIRA: Shut up. MARTIN: … I’m sorry, I–I know– BASIRA: [DANGEROUSLY] Shut. Up.

* Same as with Daisy’s “Come on”, I got that doubt about whether was Basira’s “I can’t” meant “I can’t kill her”, or “I can’t join her in The Hunt”…

* Basira’s “she’s always had my back” HURT A LOT after Derek’s statement (“When the police came hassling them, he had Colin’s back. When some little dipshit didn’t show the proper respect, he had Colin’s back. When Colin needed someone by his side for a smash and grab, Derek had his back.”)… but it also demonstrated the difference, beautifully: the fact that Basira was now able to say Stop and No when it was going too far, the fact that she refused to keep being complicit.

* Basira rejecting The Hunt felt, to me, like Martin rejecting The Lonely in the house? They had the opportunity to take an “easier” path, less painful, allowing them to forget about the hurt they had suffered… and chose differently.

- Basira shot once, then twice.

So three shots in total.

Was it Alex’s audio revenge for the “Turns out Gertrude was too much of a badass to die from just a single gunshot” debacle. (=> Three bullets in total, but only one at first, and the other two happened, uh, at some point off-tape.)

- Martin exploding the Swear Budget and taking the lead this season if you don’t count per episode but per occurrences! /o/

(MAG179) BASIRA: I… Sure, just… let him go. [LOW SNARL FROM DAISY, THEN RELEASES THE ARCHIVIST] ARCHIVIST: [COLLAPSES WITH A GRUNT] MARTIN: Oh, Jon! Oh shit, shit–shit–shit! Okay, okay, okay, I’ve got you, I’ve got you. [MARTIN BEGINS FIRST AID] ARCHIVIST: Ah, ah, ah…! MARTIN: I’m sorry! Sorry! Sorry, you j–, you need to keep pressure on that leg while I, I sort this, hum…

(SOB ABOUT MARTIN’S “I got you”… also paralleling Colin&Derek (“I got you.” That’s what Colin had always said to him when they were kids. And he had always meant it. When Derek needed somewhere to stay when his dad was on the warpath: “I got you.” When Derek needed a little something to take the edge off: “I got you.” When the lifeless body of Derek’s father lay at the bottom of the stairs, limbs folded around the cricket bat he had hit him with: “I got you.”) On so many levels, it really feels like relationships can so easily become twisted and mutually toxic, or pushing people towards worse; the main difference we saw with Jon and Martin is that, meanwhile, they’ve actively communicated and tried to be better for each other, and navigate around principles, but it feels so easy to tip over the line…)

- Crying over Basira hours:

* It was a Desolation domain; the case that got her Sectioned (which stopped her from resigning when she had been thinking about it, and reinforced her ties with Daisy) had been a Desolation incident. (MAG043) Talking about loss, and Basira closing a chapter…

* … The event that directly led her to signing away her freedom to the Institute had been her saving Jon from Daisy (MAG091). When they reunited, out of anger, she said that she regretted having saved Jon back then (MAG177: “I should’ve known, I… I should’ve just let Daisy take you out at the start.”), and yet… she saved him from Daisy once again. This time by killing her.

- CRYING OVER JON HOURS:

(MAG179) ARCHIVIST: Is it… Is it awful that I wish she’d recognised me? MARTIN: Daisy? ARCHIVIST: Yeah. I mean, she was… We were friends there, sort of, near the end. We went through so much and it just… I wish I could have actually said goodbye. MARTIN: Would it have made you feel any better about any of it? ARCHIVIST: I don’t know. Maybe? It’s hard to know how I feel about… anything these days. [SILENCE] MARTIN: We said our goodbyes to Daisy after the institute. This was just… This was just dealing with all the stuff she left behind. ARCHIVIST: … I suppose.

… I’m not so sure that she hadn’t recognised him. Amongst the three of them, it’s him that Daisy… so she might have been identifying him as “prey/criminal/monster who got away”… ;_;

I’m glad (AND SAD) that Jon acknowledged the fact that they had grown close in season 4, THAT THEY WERE “FRIENDS”, and heartbroken that he… is indeed hit by the lack of closure.

But what about Basira? True, Daisy “recognised” her, but it was… to try and drag her along into her monstrous life. As far as last words go, Basira did get a kind of goodbye, however:

(MAG158) DAISY: [PANTING] Mm, Basira… When this is over, you need to find me… and kill me. Promise me. BASIRA: No. No, Daisy, we’ll figure something out! NOT!SASHA: [IN THE DISTANCE] You can’t hide forever, Jon. DAISY: [PANTING] These last months, I… it was always borrowed time. Can’t outrun it forever. BASIRA: Daisy… DAISY: [PANTING] Promise me. BASIRA: … I promise. DAISY: Thanks. [BREATHLESS] Now, run…! BASIRA: Daisy…! DAISY: [GROWLING] Run!

Compared to Jon:

(MAG158) ARCHIVIST: What…? No! I– BASIRA: Don’t argue, just go. NOT!SASHA: [IN THE DISTANCE] Jooo–oooon~? ARCHIVIST: … Fine. Just don’t die. DAISY: Go.

… Or even worse, Martin:

(MAG144) MARTIN: Just leave. DAISY: Sorry? MARTIN: [INHALE] Get out. DAISY: Oh. Right. Sorry, I didn’t– MARTIN: It’s not difficult! Just get out! DAISY: Fine. … Fine. Just thought you– MARTIN: No! No, you didn’t! [DOOR OPENS] We’re not… we’re not friends, Daisy! None of us are! We’re all just trapped together, here, and–and kidding ourselves that we don’t hate it! Christ, there are more important things than, than “feelings”– DAISY: [INCREDULOUS EXHALE] MARTIN: –right now, all right, so just… leave me alone! For good! [SILENCE PUNCTUATED BY AGGRESSIVE WRITING] DAISY: … Right. You got it.

I mean. Martin and Daisy only had One Good ConversationTM, but Martin. Martin, please. It was blatantly to protect Daisy from Peter, but your last words to her had basically been telling her to fork off. 

- I feel like Martin might be trying to compartmentalise now but about to shatter soon, because… he had mentioned being happy at the prospect of “helping” their “friends” back in MAG175. I agree that in Daisy’s case, helping and leading Basira to fulfil her promise was the best they could hope for, but it’s still… absolutely grim. Since they left the cabin, they’ve not helped victims, not even children, they’ve discovered that Jon’s powers were incredibly powerful but also making him “worse”, they’ve helped Basira to kill Daisy and… that’s it. Jon had told Martin that there was no “better” in this world, and it’s hard to disagree, with how things are right now.

Is Martin still firmly believing that the Institute will be different, that they can do something to help? Or will he grow a bit more desperate? Susceptible to Annabelle’s call, or to try to contact her to accept her “help” because he feels like their options are dwindling…?

- Oh, about Jon getting patched up…

(MAG179) [A BAG IS UNZIPPED] MARTIN: Come on. I need to patch that leg up properly, the last thing we need is a limp slowing us down. ARCHIVIST: [GRUNTS AND GASPS] MARTIN: Of course, that’s assuming the bandages haven’t transformed into snakes or something. ARCHIVIST: [DISTRACTED] Hmm? No, they’re, they’re fine. MARTIN: I’d forgotten we had them to be honest. I packed them before I realised what a celebrity you were out here…! ARCHIVIST: [DRY CHUCKLE]

* ;_; Parallel to their first “heart-to-heart talk”, in MAG039: when Jon had been wormed, specifically in his leg, and Sasha and Martin took care of it…

* Martin remembers the not!tea from the trailer, uh. (He was also the only one to read a statement involving snakes-like spooky creatures!)

* … Martin, that’s a lot of thread-like things you’re carrying or mentioning this season:

(MAG162) MARTIN: And, I found some rope in the attic, and I packed that with the maps.

(MAG178) MARTIN: … Yeah. I guess. [INHALE, EXPLOSIVE EXHALE] God, I hate all of these… loose ends…! ARCHIVIST: I’m sorry. MARTIN: It’s, it’s fine. [INHALE] We’ll just have to tie them all up in one go! ARCHIVIST: Hm? MARTIN: [SIGH] Around Elias’s neck.

(MAG179) MARTIN: Of course, that’s assuming the bandages haven’t transformed into snakes or something. […] I’d forgotten we had them to be honest. I packed them before I realised what a celebrity you were out here…!

This is how Web!Martin can still w-

(Though, genuinely, I’m a bit… suspicious that Martin hadn’t mentioned them until now and had “forgotten” he had them, and that Jon was ~distracted~ when he was talking about them? Had Martin really packed them before they left the cabin, or is that something he packed later during the journey, without noticing, such as when he was in the Web domain…?)

- THIRD big red flag regarding Jon’s powers in the episode:

(MAG179) MARTIN: I, I was starting to think I’d never need them. I’m surprised she could hurt you at all…! ARCHIVIST: Yes, that… came as a bit of a shock to me as well, actually…! MARTIN: You didn’t know? ARCHIVIST: I didn’t think to check, just, sort of… assumed it was safe. MARTIN: That’s a pretty big assumption, Jon! ARCHIVIST: Hmm, apparently. I mean, I know it sounds strange but it… it… felt right for Daisy to be able to hurt me. MARTIN: Dream logic again? ARCHIVIST: Mmm. The… “resonances” from our relationship before the Change carried over and– Ah! Ah…! MARTIN: Hold still.

… A clear limitation in his pseudo-omniscience/all-knowledge is that he can… still assume (incorrect) things. That’s pretty big, as far as his knowledge goes: this means he has to actively think about checking things before they happen. What more may have gone under his radar already…?

* I’m not sure specifically why Daisy was able to hurt him. Jon had explained that:

(MAG178) ARCHIVIST: No one gets what they deserve. Not in this place. They just get whatever hurts them the most! … Even me.

Was it because she had hurt him so deeply in the forest, reviving that pain? Was it because they used to be friends, and Jon knew he was going to lose her, and only people Jon cares about can hurt him? Was it because of the mix of trauma&friendship, specific to her, that Daisy was bring with her?

* SOB over the fact that Daisy hurt him AGAIN… and had given him his Hunt mark in the forest… It wasn’t the first time they had interacted, but…

* Given the amount of things that run on dream-logic, and given how the Fears interact with their victims, it really feels like humans are both subjected to the Fears and shaping the world, themselves? I wonder if they’ll get some agency back through “feels right” logic, or if even that would get denied since, well, the Dread Powers work through pain and suffering, not… to help in anything.

* … Martin, please, was it accidental or did you squeeze hard because Jon was mentioning having an Important Relationship with someone else. (MARTIN BLEASE…)

- ;_; I’m not extremely surprised by Basira closing up and needing to do her mourning/to find her closure on her own… but it still breaks my heart so much, in the way she alternated between trying to be firm and dry, and pleading:

(MAG179) BASIRA: I’m… going to stay here. Burn the body. ARCHIVIST: Of course, we can wait. I still need to, uh… BASIRA: No. You go on. I’ll make my own way to London. [A BAG IS ZIPPED] MARTIN: … What? N–no, don’t be daft, it’s not a problem for us to wait while you deal with this! BASIRA: Please. Just go. MARTIN: … Wait… Seriously? ARCHIVIST: Basira, if you travel on your own, if you’re not with us, I… can’t guarantee your safety. BASIRA: Good. MARTIN: Basira, getting yourself hurt isn’t going to help anyone. BASIRA: It’s just… something I have to do. … You said follow the tower, right? ARCHIVIST: Right. MARTIN: No, no, this is ridiculous, you could die! BASIRA: I’ll do my best not to. MARTIN: This isn’t a joke, Basira! ARCHIVIST: Martin, this is what she needs. MARTIN: No, no! I–it’s…! BASIRA: It’ll… MARTIN: It’s completely– BASIRA: It’ll help me. All going well, I’ll meet you both in London. He’ll know where to find me. […] [SOFTLY] Martin. Please. [SILENCE] MARTIN: … [SIGH] You’d better look after yourself. BASIRA: I will. ARCHIVIST: [GENTLY] Come on. [FOOTSTEPS] [INHALE] For what it’s worth… I’m sorry it had to work out like this. BASIRA: … I’m not.

* Confirmation that Jon seems to have been protecting Martin and her from the domains’ influence so far, as long as they stayed close to him?

* “Basira, getting yourself hurt isn’t going to help anyone.” => mix of “who’s talking.” and “MARTIN. HAS. LEARNED!” (It’s what he did all through season 4 ;w; He knows that from personal experience…)

* I’M HAVING FEELINGS over that tiny Martin-Basira soft moment… gosh… (I’m remembering how Basira had been very cautious and defensive of Martin when she had explained to Jon that Martin had had a bad time… because he had lost his mother, at the beginning of season 4, and how she had clearly seen that it had impacted him… She was often harsh towards him, but she wasn’t heartless…)

* So Panopstitute is now a shared goal AND the point where they will supposedly meet up.

* Overall: I want to believe that Basira will be okay on her own journey, aaaaaaaaaah ;_; Clearly in pain, but I want to hope that she’ll be fine on her own, and getting a bit better…

* Proud of Jon for explicitly asking Basira’s permission to watch/know about her ;_; Consent! (And he’s worried, too!)

* I wonder if Jon’s leg was truly healing, as he claimed, since we didn’t hear static that would suggest a supernatural healing speed? It is truly getting better, or is he hiding the pain and injury since they have to leave now? (… Given the overall dream logic, I would almost expect the injury to not heal as long as Jon doesn’t truly process Daisy’s death, but we’ll see.)

* Sob for how Basira&Jon joked about his apologising too much… and the episode ended with Jon apologising over what had happened.

- H… Hey… Daisy was officially an Archival Assistant since season 4, since she had signed the contract in order to get rid of the dreams… So the curse of “one Assistant dies every odd-numbered season” has already been fulfilled, right…? So there doesn’t need to be any more death in the team this season, right? So there won’t be another Assistant death ever, unless Jonny writes a season 7, RIGHT…?

- Goodbye Daisy ;_; You were amazing in season 4, I couldn’t help but still cross fingers that there was a sliver of hope to get you back once again, and I’m SAD for you (and for Basira), and I hope that you can finally “listen to the quiet” again ;___;

Time to relisten to season 4 and think about you making Jon listen to The Archers.

I’m TwwwwT super sad (in a good way) about Jon lamenting that he would have liked to be able to say his goodbyes to Daisy, and acknowledging that they had been close (“FRIENDS”!!!), kinda hoping that the page is not turned (and-then-we-never-talked-about-Daisy-ever-again) but that instead the loss will cling to them a bit and that there will be Sadness about it. It’s… still a death, it’s still a loss, it’s still something that hurt and stung! ;w;

- … I feel like there might have been some implication contained within the fact that they agreed to kill Daisy in the current circumstances…? Jon said that he couldn’t do anything for her anymore because she was “too deep” in; but they chose to do it now, meaning that… she couldn’t have got better when/if they manage to turn the world back and stop the apocalypse. So either they’ve slowly grown accustomed to thinking that the world can’t get better, either… Daisy wouldn’t have survived anyway if the world were to be “fixed” and freed from the clutch of the Fears. So what does that mean about Jon, who is absolutely deep into Beholding? What would happen to Jon, the Archivist, the Archive, if the world was to be saved? Could he survive a Change Back, or would he just disappear like the Fears?

(- For once, I’m actually a bit surprised at the title since… “Accomplice” worked for the statement, it worked for Basira&Daisy’s relationship as it used to be, but it wasn’t really applying to Basira anymore – this is precisely the episode where she definitely refused to go back to being an “accomplice”. “Partner(s)” had been the word characteristic of Daisy&Basira’s relationship and would have been the title I would have expected for this episode, given their dynamic.

… So instead, it makes me whimp out the red string, and consider that the “accomplice(s)” might not have been the obvious ones. Can’t help but *SQUINT* at Martin this episode, because:

* We know that Basira and Martin talked about something in MAG178 when Jon was giving his statement, and we don’t know the details of it.

(MAG178) MARTIN: –I know, I know you find it hard whe– … Done already? ARCHIVIST: Yes. […] MARTIN: I was just… giving Basira some advice. ARCHIVIST: [GOOD-NATURED] Avatars are from Mars and humans are from Venus, that sort of thing? MARTIN: [TINY CHUCKLE] I mean… yeah? Sort of? ARCHIVIST: [BRIEF CHUCKLE] MARTIN: Well, w–we were pretty much done anyway.

(And in the same way: we don’t know for sure what happened to Martin when he ended up wandering off into The Web’s domain in MAG172. Did he tell Jon the whole story about it? Or did something happen that he managed to hide?)

* Last few episodes have been extremely insistent in reminding us that Jon is making active efforts to not look into Basira’s and Martin’s heads at all:

(MAG177) BASIRA: … What’s it like? Being with someone who can see the inside of your head? MARTIN: Hm? Oh! Oh no, he doesn’t. I told him not to, and so he tries to… look away? BASIRA: And you trust him to do that. MARTIN: [DECISIVE] Yes. I do. […] BASIRA: [ANGRY] I told you not to look in my head! ARCHIVIST: I didn’t. And I won’t.

(MAG178) ARCHIVIST: Yes. [INHALE] Talking about me? BASIRA: … I assume that’s a rhetorical question. ARCHIVIST: I am trying to keep my powers to myself.

(MAG179) BASIRA: I am. [BASIRA TAKES AIM AGAIN, HESITATES AGAIN] Would you stop staring at me like that?! ARCHIVIST: Like what? BASIRA: Like you’ve looked inside my head, and you don’t like what you see. ARCHIVIST: If that’s an accusation, then you’re wrong. I don’t do that. [FEASTING SOUNDS STOP] BASIRA: Right. Like you’re suddenly given infinite power and no consequences, and that’s when you decide to start respecting people’s privacy. ARCHIVIST: Is that really so hard to believe? […] BASIRA: All going well, I’ll meet you both in London. He’ll know where to find me. ARCHIVIST: So, you won’t mind if I check up on you sometimes? BASIRA: If you must! But don’t overdo it. I don’t like being watched. ARCHIVIST: Understood.

* Martin was mostly fine about the concept of betraying the trust of someone you like and care for, as long as it’s in ~their best interest~:

(MAG176) ARCHIVIST: [INHALE] I don’t like betraying someone’s trust like this. MARTIN: It’s not a betrayal if you’re doing it to help. ARCHIVIST: [SIGH] I’m not so sure…! MARTIN: Look, if it was me in her shoes, I’m sure I’d forgive you. It–it’s for the best!

* Jon’s joke about “Methinks the Spider doth protest too much…!” (MAG167) when Martin asked him not to look inside his head… reminds me of the way the gang managed to convince Elias that it was in his best interest for Martin not to come along to the Unknowing, in MAG116: Martin’s offense and protests were staged in order to make it pass as innocuous that he would stay behind at the Institute; Jon asked for Martin to stay, but they needed Elias to feel like it was partly his own decision, hence Martin’s protests. Back then, we didn’t know that Elias had made a bet with Peter (so it’s unclear whether he was factoring in Jon potentially dying and his need for a back-up, or if it was mostly motivated by the fact that Martin had to stay alive in order to set up Jon’s Lonely mark), but the situation still is very reminiscent of the end of MAG179: character A makes a decision, Martin protests and tries to argue, until character B steps in to validate A and Martin has to agree with the others… about something that was A’s and his plan from the start. It’s basically Martin’s modus operandi, that he also used to make Elias focus in him in MAG118 (spilling his frustrations and pains) and to keep Peter’s attention on him during season 4 (genuinely wanting to stop The Extinction, being susceptible to The Lonely, but not wanting to serve Peter’s plans). Always mixing his genuine feelings in with some deception, to hide his endgame intentions.

… So what if, in the same way, Basira&Martin’s little opposition here had been staged because they needed Basira to be out of Jon’s radar for a while, and for Jon to feel like that was natural…?

(Obligatory disclaimer: I don’t believe that Martin is secretly evil or working against Jon; if Martin is currently plotting something, I really think it would because he needs Jon to not know about it (because of Jon’s status as the lynchpin of the apocalypse and The Eye’s favourite), and/or because it will require Martin to take risks and he knows that Jon would protest that. Overall, it’s surprising that, for now, Martin doesn’t explicitly have a plan – he’s been following Jon and seems to be focusing all his hopes on the Panopticon – while he used to be planning and scheming so easily before. So what if there was actually something currently in progress, in the blind spot of Jon’s vision and near-omniscience…?))

- Anyway, the points that Jon is not looking into Basira’s nor Martin’s heads, that he is distracted when talking with someone or giving a statement (… really reminiscent of Basira in season 3 explaining how Elias wasn’t able to focus on anyone and anything else when using his powers to traumatise Melanie, uh…), and that he can assume things that end up working out differently (so can think erroneously as long as he hasn’t thought to Know about it and asked the good questions to his pool of knowledge)… definitely feel like something about this is going to come back to bite them in the ass later. ;;

I have HIGH HOPES for EMOTIONAL PAIN with MAG180’s title! =D I’m thinking about grief and mourning – could be the occasion to get an episode a bit like MAG167, Jon “giving the statement” of people from before the Change? Maybe not even solely about Daisy, but about all the assistants&friends (Sasha, Tim, Gerry, Daisy) they have lost since signing up for the Archives? Or Jon and Martin thinking about the kind of internal/emotional/psychological journey they have to accomplish in order to reach the Panopticon, whether or not there is something preventing them from reaching it, in the same way that Basira had to face Daisy’s crimes and “see the monster” to be able to catch up to her?

If there is a domain: Vast and Buried could work in a very physical sense, End could fit too…

[thegreenwolf]

Note: This post was originally posted on No Unsacred Place in 2011, and then later Paths Through the Forests. I have reposted it to my personal blog at http://www.thegreenwolf.com/blog so I can have more of my writings in one place.

When I’m making artwork, I often enjoy having some music or video going on that I can listen to and watch while I work. The other day I finished up watching Carl Sagan’s Cosmos: A Personal Voyage, which I’ve been watching segments of over the past couple of weeks. For those who haven’t seen it, it is an epic, thirteen-hour-long exploration of the Universe we live in, from the atomic level to the entirety of everything, ranging from the Big Bang itself all the way up to the present day. In each of the hour-long segments, Sagan touches on many diverse sciences, as well as history, sociology, psychology, and other disciplines. He puts into layperson’s terms the processes of evolution, the geologic history of the Earth, and the origin of life on this planet and even of the Universe itself.

What I found most invaluable, though, was how the series gives us perspective of where we fit into the grand scheme of things. Until not too long ago, most cultures had a very human-centric view of reality, where we were at the core, and everything revolved around us in importance. Cosmos is both beautiful and controversial because it shows us how very small we are, but also what amazingly intricate and long-lived processes we are an integrated part of. There were many times throughout the series where I was reminded of just how impossibly vast the Universe is, how very tiny the Earth is, and yet also how we ourselves, and everything else, are made of stars–and just how unlikely was the chance that we and everything else on Earth are here today. As humbling as it is to realize just how tiny our “pale blue dot” is, Cosmos also dedicates time to showing what does make us, as a species, so significant in our knowledge of the Universe. As Sagan said in the introduction to the series, “We are a way for the Cosmos to know itself”.

This is simultaneously humbling and inspirational. Much of human religion and spirituality is so heavily anthropocentric our spiritual cosmologies are largely concerned with the interest the Universe and its denizens have in us, and most of our deities are created in our very human image. Many of us never get further than “Earth” and “Sky” as the primordial, “biggest” concept-deities, because that’s how our ancestors understood it to be.* The celestial bodies we most acknowledge are the Sun and the Moon and our closest planetary cousins, but even astrology primarily concerns itself with how the positions of the stars and planets are important to us humans. And yet the Earth, and the visible parts of the Sky, are minute compared to the immensity they, and we, are a part of. It’s humbling because we find more and more that humans are far from the most important collections of stardust, and also inspiring because with every new discovery in biology, in astrophysics, and in so many other disciplines, there’s so much more we can know and explore about Life, the Universe, and Everything, even as laypeople.

I have, over the years, heard pagans and other such folk complain that there’s no real magic in this world, simply because we can’t do things like shoot fireballs from our fingertips or physically shapeshift or heal life-threatening illnesses with a touch. And yet Cosmos is a perfect illustration of the magic that is inherent to this physical reality. Look at evolution, for example. It is not just the “survival of the fittest”, as many oversimplify it. Rather, it is a many-generations-long progression of tiny shifts and alterations, and somehow one ancestral being has offspring which, over millenia, branch off into many diverse creatures. The phylogenetic Tree of Life is full to overflowing with living and extinct beings that are fascinating, beautiful, and inspirational simply by being themselves, without layering on subjective meaning like totemic lore or other symbolism. Or, on a smaller scale, I like to think about photosynthesis. The chloroplasts in plant cells, which are likely derived from cyanobacteria that formed symbiotic relationships with primitive plant cells, take sunlight and turn it into food. All the food we eat is created from sunlight changed into sugars by photosynthesis–we are eating transformed light waves**. How are these things not magical and miraculous, especially the more we know about them?

Cosmos is a massive journey through many of these manners in which star-stuff has formed over billions of years, and I can’t but think of it as revealing why the physical reality I live in is sacred. “Sacred” means “to inspire awe or reverence”, and with each new piece of knowledge about the Universe I acquire, the more deeply I feel that sacredness. Mythos and folklore and divine inspiration are great and beautiful things in the sphere of human experience, but if we are to understand the roots of those experiences, we need to dig into the (sometimes literal) dirt where those roots are grounded.

I think, perhaps, Cosmos could be in and of itself a ritual tool. Thirteen hours is a long time, and while most pagan rituals last an hour at best, there’s also something to be said for an immersive experience. So here’s a suggestion, whether you’ve seen this series in its entirety already or not: Set aside an entire day where you can be undisturbed, either alone, or with other interested, curious and respectful parties. Get comfortable. And then watch Cosmos from beginning to end. (Take breaks for the bathroom and food as needed, of course, but keep them short.) It will be a lot of information, and you may wish to go back at a later time and watch it over again in smaller segments. But this time, simply open yourself to the flow of information, and see how it affects you and your understanding of the Universe.

It may seem odd, on this nature-spirituality-themed blog, to suggest such long immersion in media. Yet not all media is created equal, and this series is much more information about the Universe than what we can immediately observe on our own, condensed into a few hours. Sitting in front of a television won’t show you the spirit of the land where you live, but it can offer you so much more backstory on its geology and biology and ultimate origin than you could get by watching the denizens of the land interact. It’s a complement to direct experiences with nature, not a replacement, and I see it as inspiration to make more forays out of our homes and into the world around us–and, perhaps, to support more exploration beyond where we can currently go. To know about evolution is one thing, but even scientists best appreciate it when they are able to actually see the plants and animals that resulted. (In fact, some of the most glorious marvels written about nature have been penned by scientists, not about things going on in laboratory settings, but our fellow beings in their own habitats–or the habitats themselves.)

Whether you choose to immerse yourself in a thirteen-hour marathon, or take Cosmos in multiple smaller doses, I encourage you to take what you learn and apply it to your experiences in the world around you. I know for myself that having more of the story has enriched my hikes and rituals outdoors, and I hope this can be a valuable resource for you as well.

* Ancient mythos from various cultures worked with what the people of those cultures knew at the time, with great wisdom but without the benefit of high-powered telescopes and other very helpful technology. 

** We are still unable to shoot fireballs from our fingertips. But isn’t it cool that in a way, through photosynthesis, we can eat fire?

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[july-19th-club]

and on some level she knows. she’s known them long enough, she has to know. i always read it as implied, and she never asks them to explain it. it’s not about who’s writing the letters. the letters are a means to an end. they say what she feels, they say what she knows the man (the men) she loves feel. it’s not about the letters, never has been, it’s just about the incredibly intricate rituals these people will create in order to articulate and receive love. so it doesn’t last. not about that either, just about illustrating the fallout of loving people so much you will let them fuck you up for as long as you’re alive, let them wash over you without ever touching you, let them keep you in the dark about things that would change everything if they were honest, let them leave you behind with the memories of what you had or could have had or almost had and you go on without them christ i feel like this rn

[ID: a blurry photo of a girl in a bralette and short shorts standing in a wide, low stance in the middle of a crowd of people. she’s leaning back, arms spread out, in profile to the viewer, and a beam of light appears to be bursting out of her chest and shooting up out of sight (presumably, she’s standing under a spotlight to achieve the effect). all in all it looks like she’s overwhelmed with power, maybe laughing maniacally a little bit].

the ‘all love triangles can be solved by polyamory’ thing is a little overblown (on this platform and only this one lol) except in the case of cyrano de bergerac in which case yes, of course, that’s the only way through, but it has to end badly. they all love one another very deeply, they are all to crucial and individual degrees ignorant to the extent of the love, they are all desperate not to hurt one another in pursuit of that love, and they are all doomed to fail. that’s the special sauce

[ftlo]

Patti Smith’s Just Kids captures the epicenter of art and grime that was New York in the 1970s. She centers the story upon the unorthodox girl she was in her twenties, and her predestined relationship with the late photographer Robert Mapplethorpe. The story Smith unfolds is a mesmerizing cluster of moments, each as brilliantly imaged as her cherished blue star. While her autobiographical account is rooted in the happenings of her intimate routine, the novel is read as a field guide to her version of the vast city. Yet, Smith disregards the objective city by blending the real and the otherworldly in her seamless streams of consciousness. The constant that threads together the contradiction of her city life is her love for Robert. Their relationship is celestial; they are two soulmates brought together almost divinely, and yet their closeness is physically distant and intertwined with the figures around them. Intimacy and multiplicity are figuratively mutually exclusive yet in practice interdependent in Smith’s depiction of New York.

The structure of Just Kids is artefactual, organized by a series of moments through which the reader is guided like an observer in a museum. Smith is a skillful curator, constructing her personal enclave within the larger city. One of these moments is Christmas at her and Robert’s first apartment:

“He liked the boxes of Joseph and often transformed significant bits of jetsam, colored string, paper lace, discarded rosaries, scrap, and pearls into a visual poem. He would stay awake late into the night, sewing, cutting, gluing, and then adding touches of gouache. When I awoke there would be a finished box for me, like a valentine. Robert made a wooden manger for the little lamb. He painted it white with a bleeding heart and we added sacred numbers entwining like vines. Spiritually beautiful, it served as our Christmas tree. We placed our gifts for one another around it.” (Smith 51-52) Smith illustrates moments palpably to craft their intimate world. She and Robert physicalize their isolation from the outside; the act of making their own original talismans mimics creating a new reality. Smith’s description of Robert fashioning the manger is almost ironic: it depicts him in reference to the stereotype of handy man of the house, constructing practical objects for his family. Their concept of practical or necessary, however, is unusual. Smith cherishes the manger painted with a “bleeding heart” and “sacred numbers”, despite having little functional furniture in their apartment. (51-52) The manger serving as a Christmas tree also holds meaning. The two Catholics are at once rejecting the tradition of the classic decorated tree and celebrating their own eccentric version of the popular holiday. Thus, Smith’s capture of this creative moment is both decidedly intimate yet still connected to the multiplicity of daily life.

These snapshots of creation may appear to some readers to trivialize her journey of self-discovery or render it superficial, but they do not. In broad terms, the moments she writes are the intricate pieces of the mosaic that is her perception of New York: each piece is different, entirely sustainable as a world of its own, yet fits perfectly within the grand scheme. Hence, Smith’s structure enables the formation of her intimate world but grounds it in the colorful context of the city, successfully interconnecting intimacy and multiplicity.

Furthermore, Smith’s novel entertains a duality between the real and the unreal. Her dichotomized place in New York is introduced in early stages of Smith and Robert’s relationship, as Smith describes:

“One Indian summer day we dressed in our favorite things (…) we took the subway to West Fourth Street and spent the afternoon in Washington Square. We shared coffee from a thermos, watching the stream of tourists, stoners, and folksingers. Agitated revolutionaries distributed anti-war leaflets. Chess players drew a crowd of their own. Everyone coexisted within the continuous drone of verbal diatribes, bongos, and barking dogs.” (Smith 47)

This scene offers an image rife with energy and movement in the public environment. Yet, while Smith speaks of coexistence, she refrains from placing herself into the context she defines. She serves only as the observer, sipping coffee with Mapplethorpe gazing onto the outside from within their transcendent experience, displaying an otherwise dynamic sequence as coldly as a still-life. It is only when an older couple comments on her and Robert’s roles that Smith closes their distance from their surroundings. The woman tells the accompanying man to take a picture of the two characters that seem like artists to her. “’Oh, go on,” he shrugged. They’re just kids.” (Smith 44) Significant enough to inspire the title, this encounter introduces the ideas of intimacy and multiplicity within Smith’s world and the city around her. As much as she and Robert seek to elevate and enchant their realities, they have become stereotypical, two of many inhabiting the city. They may present themselves as the personas associated with their alternative lifestyle, but ultimately Smith recognizes their commonality. In this way, she calls the distinction between intimacy and multiplicity into question, refusing to abandon one to obtain the other.

The line between real and unreal is rendered particularly nebulous in the context of the Chelsea Hotel.

“In between I clock the action. Eyeing the traffic circulating the lobby hung with bad art. Big invasive stuff unloaded on Stanley Bard in exchange for rent. The hotel is an energetic, desperate haven for scores of gifted hustling children from every rung of the ladder. Guitar bums and stoned-out beauties in Victorian dresses. Junkie poets, playwrights, broke-down filmmakers, and French actors. Everybody passing through here is somebody, if nobody in the outside world.” (Smith 91)

The graphic use of italics here visually signals a shift in Smith’s narrative. It underlines the dreamlike sequence that is Smith and Mapplethorpe’s experience at the Chelsea Hotel, distancing the people and happenings in the hotel from the urban exterior. The mention of “stoned out beauties in Victorian dresses” widens this distance by adding an epochal dimension to the hotel’s otherworldliness. (Smith 91) Lastly, the last sentence draws a boldly strict line between the hotel and the “outside world”. (Smith 91) Yet, the ideas of being “somebody” at the Chelsea and “nobody” in the vaster realm of Manhattan are inextricably linked. (Smith 91) Within the environment of the Chelsea, Smith belonged to a circle of drug-infused artists and patrons: society’s misfits bound together through shared estrangement. They had become somebodies amongst themselves evidently because they had all experienced the isolation of having been nobodies. Therefore, Smith underlines a causal relationship between the intimacy of the Chelsea Hotel and the inhabitants’ incongruence with New York city’s multiplicity.

Smith’s definition of intimacy is explored in distinct instances of Just Kids. It is a central theme to Smith and Mapplethorpe’s epic love story. It appears that their relationship guides the plot’s development, and hence mirrors Smith’s grander depiction of the city in terms of intimacy. From the moment they meet, Smith and Mapplethorpe are drawn to each other. Their initial encounters recall fairytale lovers who credit fate for their meeting. Disregarding courtship, they readily accept each other into their lives, as Smith states not long after their first meeting, “(...) I understood that in this small space of time we had mutually surrendered our loneliness and replaced it with trust”. (Smith 40) From this moment, much of Smith’s writing about their relationship is description of their routine. Painting and creating side by side was their ritual; in this way their daily lives were engulfed in the other’s. Despite this, Smith consciously refrains from including information that would define their relationship. While they were in love or perhaps they cared profoundly for the other, the lack of romantic intimacy conveyed alluded to the idea that their relationship was platonic. Smith’s ambiguous account of her and Robert’s bond calls intimacy into question, and perhaps deliberately pushes against its singular definition.

Multiplicity also plays a part in building Smith and Mapplethorpe’s intricate relationship. The number and diversity of figures they encounter allows them to create their intimate world away from reality. At the Hotel Chelsea, they meet an array of people including Mr. Bard, Harry Smith, Peggy Biderman, Ann Powell, Bruce Rudow, Sandy Daley, and Matthew Reich. Each person elicited a form of self-discovery for both Smith and Mapplethorpe. The introduction of these figures play an integral role in both of their artistic pursuits, and therefore reinforce their mutual creative inspiration for one and other. Thus, their intimacy is invigorated by the multiplicity of creative characters around them.

However, Smith and Mapplethorpe’s world undergoes growing tension throughout the novel. One instance in the novel that represents a striking turning point in their relationship occurs when Robert goes to an abandoned hospital and finds a fetus preserved in jar. Convinced he should transform the fetus into art, he steals the jar, but on their way home he inadvertently drops it. Smith describes the effect of this accident with the following citation:

“The purloined jar had sat on a shelf for decades, undisturbed. It was almost as if he had taken its life. 'Go upstairs,' he said. 'I'll clean it up.' We never mentioned it again. There was something about that jar. The shards of heavy glass seemed to foreshadow the deepening of our days; we didn’t speak of it but each of us seemed inflicted with a vague internal restlessness.” (Smith 69)

The jar appears to be a symbol that represents a tonal shift in Smith’s description of their relationship. Though Robert did not actually take the fetus’s life, Smith mentioning this represents birth and death simultaneously. The incident undoubtedly brought her own abortion and the trauma associated with it to mind. It could also be said that the scene underlines the limitations of Smith and Mapplethorpe’s nontraditional intimacy in terms of family-making. In this sense, the jar evokes the multiplicity within the intimacy, or the complexity that is the essence of Smith and Mapplethorpe’s feelings for each other, and for their perceptions of themselves. In fact, it is the very multiplicity within their relationship that eventually redraws its own confines. Thus, the “internal restlessness” Smith refers to foreshadows the increased strain on their world and the unease that accompanies these complexities. (69)

The themes of intimacy and multiplicity can be perceived to define not only the relationship between the two central characters of Just Kids, but also urban life itself. Manhattan is the singular backdrop for this story. This island, surrounded by water yet the heart of the world, is the essence of intimacy within multiplicity, of a patchwork of surface, sound, sight, scent, and taste. At any moment, this kaleidoscope of experience can collapse or delicately fold into the intimacy of a bedroom, a café table, a hospital bed. The structure of the book, the otherworldliness Smith references, and Robert and Patti’s complex relationship strengthen these interconnections between intimacy and multiplicity that are central to her New York story.

[blueissocool]

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[verse52-blog]

An Introduction to The Indonesian Dressmaker / Couture House Aiming For World Domination

If you’ve never heard about the brand Sapto Djojokartiko, don’t worry, but do start taking notes.

Here’s a little introductory piece – purely in the spirit of Indonesian solidarity and overall adoration for his work – about Indonesian dressmaker Sapto Djojokartiko and his brand which takes after his name, and why you should keep a look out for it.

As an Indonesian kid growing up with dreams of working in the fashion industry, I’ve always thought that my country has so much to offer the fashion world. Our gigantic size holds such a diverse set of ethnicities with so many beautiful cultures that’s just begging to be explored. Much like other heritages from other parts of the world, our culture is rich in folklore, traditions, and rituals which, when looked at with the eyes of a 21st century citizen, has a rather mystical appeal to it. This diversity is easily visible. From the triangular headdresses of the Minangkabaunese in Sumatra to the fierce war-paint worn by the Dani tribe in Papua, all these cultures help enrich Indonesia’s heritage until today.

Throughout the years, I’ve seen a handful of Indonesian brands try and in their own ways, fail, in promoting our colorful culture in a way that will make other people from other parts of the world curious enough to question and explore this culture of ours. I felt that no one has had the potential to breakthrough foreign markets, at least for me personally. That is, until Sapto Djojokartiko.

Sapto Djojokartiko is an Indonesian couture house conceived in 2007. They create the most whimsical, ethereal pieces of artwork in the form of dresses using tulle, organza, silk and velvet that just makes you want to glide your hands through it and do a little twirl, just because. They also offer more banal, daily wear such as blouses and their most coveted mules.

Ever since their birth, this brand has entirely been an exploration of the many faces of Indonesian culture. From its participation in the 2012 Fashion Nation where they unveiled a collection dubbed ‘Sang Randeng Girah’, an ode to a Javanese and Balinese folklore, Calon Arang, dating back from the 12th century that tells the tales of a witch to presenting the 2013 Spring/Summer Ready To Wear collection with the theme ‘Vastu Vidya’, an interpretation of the architectural philosophy that architecture is more than just what it simply is, but more so a balancing force in every aspect of life. Sapto Djojokartiko would then interpret these philosophies into his dresses by creating delicately intricate designs through embroidery that created patterns spanning the entirety of the dresses. These are just two examples that show there are more ways to innovatively include culture into modern clothing, not only by stamping batikpatterns on snapbacks or backpacks.

Behind this young force demanding to be reckoned with is its’ namesake, Mr. Sapto Djojokartiko himself.

Born in Solo, Central Java, Mr. Sapto Djojokartiko is an Indonesian through and through. In an interview with Fimela.id, Mr. Sapto Djojokartiko remembers vividly being born in a town where tradition and rituals are still very much a part of daily life. This, together with his love of sketching, were the beginnings of the brand’s genesis after 10 years of working in other various fields in the fashion industry (costume designer, stylist, illustrator, you name it).

The reason why I name Sapto Djojokartiko instead of any other, more well-known Indonesian brands, is because of their pride in their roots and what they believe in.

The Sapto Djojokartiko brand is the universal take on the exploration of the multi-faceted face of Indonesian culture. Amongst other more technical reasons, this is why I chose Sapto. They’re not trying to westernize their personality to make them more acceptable in the foreign market, nor are they closed off to the fact that the current world we’re living in is a modern one. They stand proudly with the fact that they are Indonesian close at heart in a quest to spread and celebrate our culture, unique to us. They’ve found the middle-way without losing parts of their selves which makes them much more immune to losing their path and footing, because this is what the world truly admires: staying true to who you are in a time where everyone wants to be the same.

Of course, to this strong foundation is added unrivaled creativity and skilled craftmanship because above all, Sapto Djojokartiko is still a fashion label. But who says fashion labels can’t help spread cultural awareness and nationalism? If anything, fashion has always been the side door towards accepting the diversity that exists in this world.

If you’ve never heard about the brand Sapto Djojokartiko, now you have.

Maria Rumantir, 2019

[expressandadmirable]

Sum Of Our Parts

“Breathe, kid. Let it go. Atta girl, get it out of you. Just… breathe.”

Lux exhaled slowly, trying her best to relax back into the pillows. The faintest hint of a smile ghosted across her face; just as her mother still called her “baby” and Mourat had never stopped calling her “little one”, she suspected Mae would call her “kid” until they were both old and grey. Sharp pain radiated through her chest, pressing against her lungs and making her heart pound. It was necessary. She had asked for this. Breathe. She closed her eyes and let the incense do its work.

The first time she had been sixteen, angry and lost and searching for something permanent in her ever-crumbling world. The Dwarf in the shop next to the brothel had taken her coin without much conversation, directing her to his chair and using a small chisel to stab the ink into the back of her neck. Every tap sent white-hot starbursts through the base of her skull, making her disoriented and dizzy, but weathering the pain filled her with a sense of accomplishment she could not fully describe. The tattoo, elegant twin F-holes copied from her violin that reached up toward her hairline and down into her collar, made her feel as if a missing piece of her had been returned. She had found a way to make herself whole.

She returned to the shop next to the brothel periodically over the next three years, paying her coin and speaking little and watching her bare skin slowly fill with delicate illustrations. But when she asked him for letters, he had refused. Words had power, he said, and he was not willing to delve into that sort of magic. She had left the shop in sullen disappointment, but eventually came to accept the Dwarf’s reaction not as a sign that the tattoos were wrong, but simply that they were not yet meant to be. So she sketched her ideas in her book, and she waited.

The Festival of Torches that autumn was plagued by inclement weather. Some days started with rain but would clear by the afternoon, while others began with bright sunshine until the sky filled with huge, ominous clouds. It was in one of these flash storms that Lux found herself caught, hugging her violin case to her chest as she ran for shelter. She had been performing in a stall-sized open space in a long row of merchant’s tents, but none she could see had enough of an overhang to provide any cover. Slowing to a walk, her shoulders hunched over her instrument, she looked around in desperation. So much for busking.

“Hey, kid. Why don’t you come inside?”

Startled, Lux whirled to see an open tent flap and a red-skinned face peering out at her. The woman beckoned. Lux bobbed her head in thanks, breaking into an embarrassed smile as she ducked inside.

Warm and quiet despite the rain pounding on the canvas, the interior of the tent felt like another world. A richly patterned rug covered the hard-packed dirt beneath their feet, a pile of pillows in the centre of it and a single large cushion to one side. A low table sat beside the cushion, covered in an array of small jars and long, thin implements. In the far corner across from the cushion sat another small table, this one holding crystals of varying sizes, dried herbs, a small statue of a deity Lux did not recognise and incense burning in a bronze holder. A round lantern made of tiny panes of glass hung between the two supporting poles, casting soft shafts of light through the smoke filling the air.

“You alright, kid? Get caught out there?”

Lux nodded, shivering involuntarily as her body adjusted to her sodden clothes. “Yeah. Saw the clouds roll in, couldn’t pack up my supplies in time.” She loosened her shoulders enough to rake her fingers through her wet hair.

“You’re the musician, yeah? From up the row?” The Tiefling woman was shorter than Lux and easily her mother’s age, her dark blue hair tied in a messy bun behind the sweep of her horns. She was barefoot, clad in soft trousers and a sleeveless wrapped tunic, her skin covered in intricate designs from her throat to her fingertips. Even the top side of her tail was decorated, a complex geometric pattern accompanied by a row of paired silver studs travelling from the hem of her tunic all the way to the tail’s tip. Her black eyes regarded Lux curiously as she puffed on a wooden pipe. “I can hear you from in here. Good stuff, that. Makes for good ambience.”

“Thank you.” Lux’s gaze darted about the tent with childlike curiosity, trying to absorb every detail. “What do you do here?”

“Ritual, restorative and sacred body modification.” Seeing the questioning tilt of Lux’s head, she continued. “Tattooing and scarification, mainly. Sometimes piercings. Whatever my clients need.”

Listening intently, Lux squinted. “Need?” She had never considered tattoos a need before.

The woman nodded. “Need. I specialise in working with clients looking for some sort of healing. Trauma victims, those dealing with loss or illness or spiritual crisis, those who need protection.” Her tone was brusque, but not unkind; clearly, she was used to explaining her craft. “Scarification and tattooing are lengthy, painful processes, and putting your body through an ordeal like that can bring a lot of buried emotions to the surface. When that happens -- in many cases by design -- I help my clients release the energy and begin to come to terms with its causes. We work together to create the piece they want, discuss its meaning and their intentions for it, and then I guide them verbally through the session. It’s a powerful, transformative experience.” She smiled softly. “They call me a white witch,” she confided. “I’ll take it.”

For a long time, Lux considered the older Tiefling’s words. Then she met her eye. “Do you work with letters?”

It became a tradition. Each year when Festival time came and Lux had earned enough money to afford her next session, she would visit Mae’s tent. First, Mae’s needles traced Lux’s father’s name into her vermilion skin, the sloping Infernal symbols making the younger Tiefling smile even as she wept. They added animals, alchemical runes, plantlife and sigils onto her arms, covering them with pictographic armour; eventually, they connected the pieces on the left arm with snaking ivy and the right with the notes of Lux’s most precious piece of music. They pierced silver rings into her ears and tiny studs into her brow, nose and lip, and with each addition, she felt more beautiful. More protected. More whole.

Today, nearly a year since she had left one of the darkest chapters of her life behind, Lux lay on the pillows with her vest unlaced as Mae’s needles worked the ink into her sternum. Each tattoo was different; her upper arms had felt like sunburns, while the creases of her inner elbows had been sharp, like a thousand bee stings. With no tissue to protect her chest, however, every lightning-fast knock of the needle against her breastbone vibrated powerfully through her body. Mae worked quickly, her rough hands steady and warm. She reminded Lux to breathe. Her journey was only beginning.

It was a different high than when she smoked, almost a trance state, brought on by the waves of sensation emanating from the tattoo site. The heavy, spiced smoke of the incense filled the warm air of the tent, and as she inhaled, she opened her mind. She was ready.

Heartache. Despair. All the emotions she fought to suppress, all the memories she had tried so hard to bury, slowly drifted to the surface of her consciousness. The hell of her own past. But she knew she could not turn away; this was what she had come to face. She reached deep into the pain, acknowledging it, soothing it, pushing it up through nerves and pinprick wounds as tears slid gently down her cheeks.

Infernal runes. The sacred from the profane, inscribed in a place that was only for her and those who earned her deepest trust. A reclamation.

It hurt. It needed to hurt. She breathed.

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Steve Argyle - Magic: the Gathering Kaladesh Inventions Meekstone, card # 40/54

[Overall release #111] - [Special release #12] - [Alternate Art #14]

On September 12, 2016 Wizards of the Coast announced the Masterpiece Series.  After the success of the Zendikar Expeditions all-foil, alternate art reprint subset the company has decided to make reprint subsets like that one a fixture in regular release sets for the foreseeable future.

Kaladesh Inventions is the first group of cards in the Masterpiece Series.  There are 54 cards in the set, the first 30 of which were part of the Kaladesh expansion which released on September 30, 2016.  The remaining 24 cards are included in Aether Revolt.  The cards have appearance odds slightly better than premium Mythic rares from the same set.

Meekstone, as well as the other remaining cards from Kaladesh Inventions (aside from two cards that were reprints from within Aether Revolt) were revealed on December 24, 2016.

Aether Revolt is the second expansion of the Kaladesh block.  Prerelease events for the set take place on January 14, 2017.

Steve Argyle’s illustration is an alternate art, full-frame interpretation for the concept first made visual by Quinton Hoover in the very first release of the Magic the Gathering card game premiered at Origins Game Fair in Fort Worth, Texas in July, 1993.  The card continued to be a part of Magic’s core set throughout the game’s early existence, eventually receiving an alternate illustration by David Martin with its first foil printing for its last appearance in the 7th Edition of the core set of Magic in April, 2001.  It was never reprinted again until now.

Preorder prices at starcitygames.com opened on January 4 at $60, the current market value of foil 7th Edition copies.  There is a stark difference in value for this card between printings but I expect this card will always stay below the 7th Edition foil as it will no doubt be of higher availability.

This is the first illustration for Magic the Gathering from Steve Argyle that fans of his got a chance to see in over a year.

Steve sometimes gets a bit over-zealous with his detailing, as he will freely admit.

“I can get… a little obsessive about detail.” - Steve Argyle

In a few rare cases this accidentally does the work a disservice on the card, as it did with Deathreap Ritual.  While the details in this illustration are literally microscopic, as I described shortly after the piece was first revealed, the overall illustration does not suffer at card size, there is simply more to see the larger the print is.  I had the good fortune of studying a digital copy of this illustration at an exceptionally high resolution.  It isn’t useful to most viewers for me to describe the details any more than I already hinted at in that earlier post.  Instead let’s just look at the size Steve made public, which I’ve shared above.

“... I wanted to show that this contraption gathered and coalesced ambient aether, and then detonated them in rhythmic pulses.” - Steve Argyle

The tilted frame of this piece will likely remind some viewers of Steve’s famous Liliana of the Veil planeswalker illustration.  The intention of putting the viewer off balance is true for both.  I get the impression that the viewer has been affected by the Meekstone’s magical influence and is now looking up at it helpless.

The crystal’s faceting characteristics and color as well as the way its center third is wrapped with some non-crystalline object all seem to subtly call back to Hoover’s original work.

This is a new situation for me as a fan of Magic the Gathering illustrations.  I have always been a fan of Hoover’s piece.  It is still one of my most favorite pieces to ever appear in the game.  I finally get to consider what it feels like to have my favorite illustrator tread hallowed ground.  While this is not the first time Steve has done alternate art illustrations, actually he does it pretty often, this is the first time he’s done it to a piece I already knew and loved.

I’ve been involved with discussions like for instance whether Tim Burton’s “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory” film from 2005 is better or worse than the “Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory” film from 1971.  The discussion has some similar considerations, some revolving around creative visions and stylistic intent, others around the exploitation of ever-increasing technology to help craft those visions.

My personal view on this matter depends entirely on whether it is done well.  In this case I am not impressed with the 7th Edition illustration.  I don’t enjoy the result and it also has no connection to the original work visually.  Had either of these two things been true then I may have been more forgiving.  In Steve Argyle’s case the work is well-crafted and connects to the original just enough to feel respectful.  Both happen to be true, although only one being true would have been enough.  Is it necessary that the work has any similarity?  I find it hard to say, but I think it is important to have these considerations.  In the end I love both the original and Steve’s new vision for different reasons.  More importantly I can appreciate some elements of these pieces because they are different.  If a comparison such as this comes up and the pieces can stand up to the additional scrutiny I consider that a great success.

One of the things I love about Steve’s work is his exploitation of digital technology.  His 3D modeling of the Meekstone is a separate expression of art all together.

Getting back to Steve’s piece, the background is perfectly adequate.  It conveys the tilt of the viewpoint, echoes the colors of the foreground, and helps provide a vague sense of scale but is otherwise just a backdrop that commands no attention from the device.

The energy surrounding the device seems to have some inspiration derived from magnetic fields around a bar magnet, with energy waves traveling from one pole to the other.  The purely circular, concentric waves reinforce that movement while being not strictly part of it.  The details within the light comprising this energy are nothing less than indescribable, appearing to be part glow, part sparks, and part smoke.

The device itself has a wonderful feel to it.  Less of the filigree stuff made of wire that much of Kaladesh artifacts seem to use.  The ribbons of metal that make up the larger structure of the device look like the symmetrical flower petals found on orchids.  The many gears are large enough to see and to give a sense that this sculpture is indeed some kind of machine, but small enough not to take attention from the whole.

The irregularity of the crystal compared to the rigid pattern of the device creates a nice contrast and gives this completely inorganic thing a breath of life.

Perhaps my favorite detail in this piece are the illuminated cylinders surrounding the lower part of the crystal.  The light they emit matches the color and intensity of the surrounding energy waves and helps indicate the device as the source of that power and not just a battery absorbing the energy surrounding it.  The intricate scroll-work on the surface of these cylinders is a small but impacting bit of the more general Kaladeshi design found in that world.

As for the framing, this image crops nicely to the window of the card frame where only the central part of the artwork is unobstructed.  The relative height of the crystal compared to the diameter of the energy wave fits snugly in the frame.  There is evidence here that tilting the scene allowed for the complete device itself to appear larger on the card and may have helped inform that decision.

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My ABCovid-19 Journal – Day 5 of 5, Letters “U” through “Z”

We’ve had a lovely week on Seneca Lake, re-setting our physical, mental, and emotional clocks in the #KahnCave. It’s been blissful.

I’ve enjoyed receiving feedback on the past four days of ABCovid-19 journal shares on my LinkedIn page and Twitter feed @HealthyThinker. My #arttherapy is yours for the sharing and taking. We are all, truly, on this pandemic journey together. That’s public health, for you.

Today, I bring you the fifth and last day of sharing my COVID-19 alphabet with you: the letters “U” through “Z.” Read on, and please let me know after seeing all 26 alpha’s which page(s) you liked best. I’ve already started version 2 of this, to share new learnings and feelings I have as the U.S. didn’t really crush the curve we so hoped would happen back in April when I completed the pages you’ve seen.

Onward, health citizens.

U is for unemployment

The Great Lockdown of our lives via quarantining and sheltering-in-place also led to a lockdown of livelihoods for many people. I devoted the “U” page to unemployment. While there were other u-words I could have chosen, I wear the professional lens of an economist so this “U” was part of the early forecasting I was doing as COVID-19 took hold of our lives and our jobs.

I found an old scrapbook paper page featuring classified ads (remember those? Those of you who think Craig’s List is Old School won’t, so here’s a useful description of “the classifieds” from Advertising Age).

The photo at the upper left illustrates the dramatic growth up and up of job losses in the U.S. The nation went from 4.4% unemployment in February 2020 to 14.7% in March. As I write this post today, 13th August, nearly 1 mm more people signed up for unemployment benefits; the country recorded an UE rate of 10.2% in July 2020 as some people have returned to their workplaces since layoffs and furloughs began in February and sustained through March and April.

This page reminds the reader that a pandemic impacts not only physical health, but a nation’s people’s economic health and financial wellness. Health is, indeed, wealth.

V is for virus

“V” could have been for vaccine, too, which it will be in my Phase 2 version of the ABCovid-19 Journal v2.

On the “V” page, I lined the base with handmade paper from Florence, Italy, that has organic “bleeding” vertical lines that looked great with the flowing “V” card I found in a deck of alphabet cards.

I cut the chest x-ray image out of an old medical journal I had in my paper stash: we knew early on the respiratory disease aspects of the coronavirus, so this x-ray seemed well-placed here on the virus page.

On the left side, I used a photo from many that have been curated from microscopic images of the virus; this one, in colors that matched the Florentine paper.

I spelled out “virus” using letters from a three-dimensional foam alphabet set called “Thickers” to achieve a lumpy texture on the page.

W is for Wuhan

My last plane trip on business in 2020 was on February 27, when I was engaged to speak with the medical leaders of Sharp Healthcare System in San Diego, California. I always welcome the opportunity to head to San Diego because when it works out, I love to visit with the Scripps Research’s Dr. Eric Topol for a few minutes to brainstorm health, life, liberty, and our pursuits of happiness. I did so on the 27th after landing at SAN Airport, then drove on to the San Diego Marriott, the site of my meeting with the Sharp team.

We convened on Friday morning, the 28th, in a large ballroom — several hundred clinicians, managers, and me. Before I kicked off my early am keynote talk, a senior leader of the organization introduced the meeting with an update for the team on the status of personal protective equipment for the enterprise.

The short story was that, like the bulk of hospitals in the U.S., the source of #PPE (masks, gloves, and other disposable goods used every day by every clinician) was China — and specifically, factories located in Wuhan.

Wuhan was a hotspot for the coronavirus in China. The lockdown of the area led to a huge shock to the PPE supply chain. This article from 4th February WIRED spoke to the impending mask shortage due to the coronavirus in China.

That scenario was my up-close-and-personal intro to COVID-19 through the eyes of a client — a major health provider. I took extra time to consider and curate this “W” page, using Wuhan as the theme. I had this incredibly intricate scrapbook paper of a region of China, with snaking graphics and towns, some circled in red. The undulating design is organic and consistent with the viral context. I found a few travel stickers which were faux passport stamps from Chinese cities, and a red “traveller’s star” piece of ephemera at the bottom left.

I finished the page with a printed photo of a miniature map showing the location of Wuhan in its region.

X is for Disease “X”

In their research into pandemics, the World Health Organization (WHO) has a list of the worst of them; these include

COVID-19

Crimean-Congo haemorrhagic fever

Ebola virus disease and Marburg virus disease

Lassa fever

Middle East respiratory syndrome coronavirus (MERS-CoV) and Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome (SARS)

Nipah and henipaviral diseases

Rift Valley fever

Zika, and…

“Disease X.”

This ABCovid-19 journal page calls out Disease X as a warning: there will be yet another pandemic, as yet to be named.

But she’s out there. Be aware. Be prepared.

The base of this page is a map of The World because we are all in the pandemic world together…from Wuhan to Milan to Manhattan to Kirkland, Washington, and on to Austin and Boston and Atlanta and Houston and St. Louis, MO. In the U.S., the spread of COVID-19 would not be limited to the west and east coasts.

I found that surreal graphic at the right in a magazine article talking about Disease X which felt picture-perfect, albeit mega-disturbing… as appropriate.

Y is for yeast

One of the new life-flows awakened in consumers in the pandemic was home-cooking and, in particular, bread-making.

And specifically, sourdough became a normal, reassuring home-making activity. Posting homemade breads on Instagram became a thing for millions of people around the world.

But bread-making requires a basic ingredient called yeast, and in the Age of Corona, yeast was hard to find. USA Today wrote about the shortage, as did People magazine; this was a mainstream challenge which became symbolic as a DIY life-flow signaling control over “something.”

This ABC page is dedicated to that scarce commodity for our pandemic pantries. I lined the page with wonderful vintage kitchen/cooking scrapbook paper, on top layered with images of women cooking and serving with pride.

I love the old toaster on the left labeled “Bon Appetit.”

I took a picture of a plastic bag of flour I bought at Whole Foods which, in the early pandemic, had a shortage of baking supplies. The store had large industrial-sized sacks of flour in their storage area and the staff began to create 5 pound bags of it to satisfy shoppers’ growing baking jones.

Finally…

Z is for Zoom.

Of course, “Z” is for Zoom.

Zoom brought families together during the Judeo-Christian Holy Week in March 2020, for virtual Passover Seders among Jews sharing the annual ritual and Christians on Easter weekend communing in faith and Sunday meals on laptop monitors. Mashable wrote up a primer for how Jews could host a Passover Seder over Zoom. NBC did a “THINK” piece on how G-d could show up digitally in the pandemic, even via Zoom.

For this page, I started with one of my favorite paper lines I’ve hoarded over the years — it’s called “9 to 5” from October Afternoon, and feels a bit like “Mad Men” meets Michael’s or Joann Crafts. I used this paper series for a mini-book I made about my mom’s career, so I really do love the series.

I added in a vintage look journaling card, reminiscent of “Dick and Jane” book art, that reads, “Work at Home,” illustrating a “housewife” doing chores around the home…ironic twist to a page dedicated to a word for a platform that has enabled millions of workers the world over to collaborate online and tele-work from home in the lockdown era.

With Zoom, we complete all 26 letters of the ABCovid-19 alphabet.

It’s been my pleasure to open my #arttherapy kimono to share these pages with you. Each of us needs to hack our way through the mental and emotional side effects of the pandemic. For me, my creative outlets always give me a way to channel frustration, loneliness, and other negative feelings that detract from my resilience and positive energy. The feelings are really and must be acknowledged, but I try to constructively engage with them and arm-wrestle through creativity, processing them but killing them with creative kindness.

That’s more personal content than I usually share on Health Populi, but we live in very challenging times in the Age of Corona. Thank you for traveling this journey with me. We will persist, will will survive and thrive beyond the lockdowns. We’ll wear fashionable masks, find joy in small things, and get to hug each other at some point. Until those in-person hugs come, I wish you well, love, health, and your own constructive creative outlets.

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Wrought Iron Mirrors, Myth, Magic and Meaning

Unlike the especially ornamental metal or wrought iron mirrors to be had nowadays, ancient manufactured mirrors were surely portions of polished stone. Examples of obsidian mirrors located in present day-day Turkey had been dated to around 6000 BC. Prior to this, the first mirrors utilized by primitive humans had been most possibly pools or vessels of darkish, nonetheless water. Since ancient times, mirrors have been said to have magical powers, such as the electricity to predict the destiny and taken into consideration devices of the gods. In reality, the common-or-garden replicate might be the point of interest of more superstitions than every other object. Here's a have a look at the magic mirror as depicted all through our tradition and records.

Mythology

Narcissus fell in love together with his own mirrored image in a pool of water now not understanding it was simply an photo. Unable to go away the mirrored image of his very own handsomeness, he died. Perseus kills Medusa with a reflect due to the fact he can not meet her eye. One look might turn him to stone so through viewing Medusa's reflection in his polished shield, he correctly approached and cut off her head. Merlin enchants a mirror for scrying functions, the usage of it for displaying the fact of beyond, present or destiny.

Halloween

Mirrors have continually possessed a certain eerie other worldliness. The powers of reflective surfaces to captivate and lie to are featured strongly in stories inclusive of Narcissus and the Snow Queen. Many superstitions and myths contain searching into a mirror in the dead of night on All Hallows Eve. Unmarried women were advised that in the event that they gazed into a mirror on Halloween night, the face in their destiny husband would appear inside the mirror. If they were destined to die before marriage, a cranium might appear. The English legend of Bloody Mary has been the situation of many large display pix including the 2006 film Bloody Mary, the Candyman and Poltergeist three. If one chants her name 3 times right into a replicate at midnight on Halloween she will seem. Gothic style, wrought iron mirrors had been used throughout the nineteenth century to perform these rituals.

Fortune Telling

Divination or fortune telling has been practiced for hundreds of years; catoptromancy is a time period used to describe divination the usage of a mirror which dates lower back to Ancient Rome. Catoptromancy is a kind of scrying which actually means observing, shortened from descrying. Mirror and crystal ball scrying is an evolved form of water scrying, they're regarded as water it is fixed into one region. Catherine de Medici, Henry IV and John Dee (non-public magician to Queen Elizabeth I) all consulted wrought iron mirrors to show the future.

Fairy Tales

In fairy tales mirrors are portrayed as portals as in Through the Looking Glass. More generally, they may be truth-tellers, as in Snow White, the reflection of the Wicked Queen presents insight into the character and motivation of the person. Similarly, in Beauty and the Beast, Beauty discovers that her father is unwell by searching inside the replicate. The Snow Queen has a magic reflect, invented through a demon; the whole thing precise contemplated in it seems distorted and ugly. In the tragic story of The Lady of Shalott, the reflect represents the soul. Glass is some other reflective floor also features loads in fairy tales, which include Cinderella's glass slippers, a key, bridges, glass mountain and Snow Whites coffin.

In the Bedroom

Wrought iron mirrors are normally located in the bedroom, used for personal grooming. Ideally there must be  mirrors in a bed room; a complete-period reflect and a dressing table replicate that you could get near with ease. It's commonly taken into consideration desirable to have a reflect inside the bedroom in accordance with the ideas of Feng Shui. Having a large number of mirrors within the home is taken into consideration lucky, the historic Chinese believed that mirrors frighten away evil spirits who get scared after they see themselves. Although, some consider that when you sleep, your spirit and strength leaves your body, making mirrors intricate due to the fact as your power or spirit returns, it may get burdened and input the replicate instead of your body. Don't function them at the walls dealing with your bed.

Feng Shui

Mirrors are used in the historic Chinese practice of Feng Shui; placement and arrangement of space, to obtain harmony with the environment. They can dramatically shift the go with the flow of Chi, symbolic of the metallic element. If metal is your delivery element or your Kua variety is 6 or 7, it's lucky so that you can boom illustration of steel in your private home. Metal or wrought iron mirrors will further decorate the presence of steel. A mirror must be placed North or North West, according with the Bagua. You can use wrought iron mirrors to bolster numerous aspects of your existence. Metal is related to life's journey, opportunities, profession, of completion, creativity and journey.

Interior Design

Mirrors, have some of aesthetic and mood enhancing residences. They are frequently utilized in indoors ornament to create an illusion of space; amplifying the obvious size of a room. Combined with herbal light, they can make an sizeable difference to the appearance and sense of a room. Use them to brighten up a darkish corner or create a romantic, stylish area. In ergonomics they may be used to stimulate hobby so are first rate for domestic/offices too. They can be problematic portions of artwork with decorative frames, an ever converting photograph on your dwelling area. You'll additionally find them in styles that in shape with any present décor, a futuristic cutting-edge wall reflect or rustic loose-status wrought iron mirrors.

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In medieval Europe As well as in Japan troopers and samurai wore in the same way ferocious-searching protective armour, extending to face-masks. Inside the sixteenth century, the Visard was worn by Women of all ages to guard from sunburn. Now this perform is attributed to slim balaclavas. [44] Although these civic masquerades as well as their masks could possibly have retained aspects drawn from popular lifestyle, the survival of carnival from the nineteenth century was often a consequence of a self-acutely aware 'folklore' motion that accompanied the rise of nationalism in lots of European international locations.[forty five] n95 face mask priceface masks priceface mask in the vicinity of me priceface mask sheet priceface mask with eye shield pricenon woven face mask priceface mask in delhi priceface mask three ply pricele gear pro additionally face mask cost It's conjectured that the initial masks might have typically been employed by primitive individuals to associate the wearer with some form of unimpeachable authority, which include "the gods" or to if not lend credence to the person's assert on the presented social job. Rites of passage, including initiation of younger family members, or funerals, have been completed on the shrine underneath the watch on the ancestral masks. At funerals, Expert actors would wear these masks to carry out deeds from the life with the ancestors,[24] So linking the part of mask for a ritual object and in theatre. Want to turn day-to-day right into a fantastic pores and skin working day? Want to know how one can keep the skin young, fresh, and glowing 24/7? Just about every human being would like to feel and look their best all of the time. Our self confidence is specifically proportionate to just how we come to feel about ourselves. Deriving website of oneself is however a job which might be significantly assisted with the usage of good merchandise. The variety and wonder of the masks of Melanesia are Practically as remarkably produced as in Africa. This is a lifestyle wherever ancestor worship is dominant and religious ceremonies are dedicated to ancestors. Inevitably, many of the mask kinds relate to use in these ceremonies and therefore are joined While using the functions of top secret societies. Want to turn daily right into a superior skin day? Want to know ways to continue to keep your skin youthful, fresh, and glowing 24/seven? honey sugar scrub wants to look and feel their finest all the time. Our self-assurance is specifically proportionate to just how we really feel about ourselves. Deriving the very best away from yourself is however a endeavor that may be greatly assisted with using intelligent solutions. Korean masks have a protracted tradition related to shamanism and later on in ritual dance. Korean masks ended up used in war, on both equally troopers and their horses; ceremonially, for burial rites in jade and bronze and for shamanistic ceremonies to drive absent evil spirits; to keep in mind the faces of wonderful historic figures in Demise masks; and from the arts, specifically in ritual dances, courtly, and theatrical performs. For somewhat pampering, head to the refrigerator and grab an egg. Should you have dry pores and skin that desires moisturizing, separate the egg and beat the yolk. Oily skin will take the egg white, to which a bit of lemon or honey could be added. Ornamental masks might be worn as Portion of a costume outside of ritual or ceremonial functions. This is commonly referred to as a masque, and relates carefully to carnival variations. For example, attendants of a costume celebration will sometimes have on masks as part in their costumes. Inuit groups vary broadly and don't share a standard mythology or language. Not astonishingly their mask traditions can also be generally distinctive, Whilst their masks are sometimes designed away from driftwood, animal skins, bones, and feathers. See also: Masks between Eskimo peoples Pacific Northwest Coastal indigenous groups had been normally very experienced woodworkers. Their masks had been generally learn-parts of carving, in some cases with movable jaws, or possibly a mask within a mask, and elements moved by pulling cords. You can also attain a much better understanding of the item by undergoing beneficial user created comments. Right after finalizing your choice, possess the products sent to your doorstep and complete the transaction by using a person of numerous handy payment selections. Discover the most effective pores and skin treatment products on the net by shopping at Amazon India.

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My project started with a variety of different topics including Stonehenge, Easter Island and Machu Picchu however, I then narrowed them down and chose to research just two topic areas (Stonehenge and the Maya). In tutorial we discussed how the topics would merge to create one book and found that because the two were so different choosing one would work better. Although I had less research on them at that point I chose the Maya, as I found them more interesting and the imagery more aesthetically pleasing. However, this did impact my time management of the research element in this unit as I had to re-do over half my overall word count.

My book is aimed at age 15 and above due to the violent topic of bloodletting rituals included. To attract my audience I have used bright colours and tried to limit the amount of text used. I have separated the text into small paragraphs to further attract the readers attention. 

My research of the Mayan culture largely influenced the illustration style I have used in my book. The Mayan’s glyphs and other imagery incorporated in their architecture was very intricate and detailed which I have reflected in my book. Colours weren’t very evident in my research, therefore I chose to use a small number of set colours throughout the book. I did however, find that the precious stone Jade was of high value in Mayan culture and thus I made sure to include green in the illustrations. My original plans for the book’s layout proved to be very overcrowded and thus hard to read. To fix this I enlarged the book size, creating larger margins and thus creating more space, making it easier to read. 

I have learnt a lot about the importance of typography and layout in this unit, which I feel will show in my work’s progression. I found that I also learnt a lot through discussing other people’s work in the tutorials; this was very helpful in improving my own work and also expanded my knowledge in areas that I haven’t included in my book such as techniques and layouts used in different genres; which I perhaps wouldn’t have looked at otherwise.

To improve my final outcome I would refine the illustrations; specifically on the ‘What do the Maya Eat?’ page, as I feel that they could be better matched to the other illustrations’ style used throughout the rest of the book. I would also ensure more accurate printing in order for a better fold throughout various pages in the book. I would perhaps also consider using a thicker paper for the cover however, this would have had to include extra pages in order to accommodate the front and back cover as well as the inner pages of the book.