#white fire

[andrew-the-architect]

“Tables are turned”

Yeah the Water on Mars Dr.Who episode is kind of an old trauma, I thought I could use it here. There is a bit of Resident Evil inspiration too, but the characters and the concepts on this illustration are original.

[shortmeteor]

"WHITE FIRE" (1984)

Magic Diamond Heist Vertigo

The zoom in on Ginty as he contemplates what to do with his not-sister is as unnerving as Scotty’s face when Judy has completed her transformation. These are shocking, dark, strange moments. This is art looking at us wondering what we are really about. What do we want? What are we made of?

The similarities are important - men remaking a new love object in the image of a dead one; and a death they are implicated in - but maybe the difference becomes even more crucial because of it. Scotty just falls for (what is essentially) a random woman. But then she dies and Scotty is left alone and lonely. Ginty, however, wants to fuck his kid sister. She dies, and now a new woman, identical to her, appears. Hence that look. She is what he wants, and finally free of the inscest taboo. But, maybe that is the problem? Now he can have what he wants, and then, what is it anymore? Is that not the most profound sadness possible we see in his eyes? He can finally have what he wants and now he doesn’t, because of it.

The second difference is that Scotty “recognizes” Judy (again a random encounter) alone, but Ginty doesn’t see the resemblance at all until their mutual stepfather points it out, and “unites” them through a work engagement (a continuation of the work that got her killed). He has to be shown the similarity by an authority; the man who saved them while their parents lay slain by their feet in a moment of trauma. While the sea raged in slowmotion. Their mother slain by (the) water, their father by fire. The first two elements in classic western ceremonial magic: Father/Man/King/Fire, Mother/Woman/Queen/Water. Vertigo is a ghost-sex story. White Fire is a story of magical initiation.

After that zoom the movie becomes (even more) incoherent. What had been a loose story of diamond theft (and incest) becomes completely fractured. The very point of turning Olga into Ingrid so she could help infiltrate (again) the bad guys operation, which is strange in itself since they killed her for it already, is lost completely. What is the point of reintroducing a known mole into an organization? Still, after weeks of teaching Olga to act like Ingrid, and having plastic surgery, they do not use these aspects even once for anything. Never. At all. Instead they just suddenly “storm” (very slowly) the bad guys' operation in broad daylight (in a scene after Ginty literally says they will try to fool X again) with a large group of men they somehow now work with. And ruin everything. Getting no reward. No diamonds, maybe killing all the bad guys, I think? And what does Fred Williamson want? He’s a cop, supposedly. Doesn’t seem to be (or really does). Why is he searching for Olga? Why does he accept (the bribe of) a few diamonds instead? Who even was Olga?

Nothing makes any sense after that zoom. Hence: A magical reading of the movie.

The Prince and the Princess have to unite in an alchemical wedding of a fairytale of Initiation, to become King and Queen. And the (utterly nonsensical) explosion of the White Fire diamond seals the union. And Princess and Prince are united in the end. 

(also, bitchin' music!)

[twenty-words-or-less]

White Fire (Vivre Pour Survivre)

Summary: Siblings Boris (Robert Ginty) and Ingrid Donnelly (Ingrid Mayne) plan to steal the legendary White Fire diamond. They're not the only ones who want to do so, though.

*Skeletor voice* Wat

Rating: 0.75/5

Photo credit: Slash Film

[ex0skeletal-undead]

03 Dullahan, Inktober 2023 by Andréa Boloch

[halstar-the-clown]

May that flame always burn bright for you, Vivian. You are a woman and a good sister no matter what anyone else says.

[389]

by Pia Paulina Guilmoth

[sethian123]

Trial of Red and White Fire (Manichaean Choka Poem)

Centuries ago

In ancient Hermopolis

A debate roared loud

Between a proud Christian priest

And a strange shepherd

Who was a Manichaean

Wearing ragged clothes

And who was looking for sheep

“Flames will consume you”

The priest roared at the shepherd

Because their debate

Was going on for eons

The shepherd spoke forth

“The white flames of the Spirit

That the moon shines with

Or the flames of your anger”

The priest responded

“You will see the flames you fear

Light a huge fire

In the square of this city

To be the challenge

To see which faith is the truth

With heads held up high

We will both enter the flames

Do you understand”

The Manichaean nodded

With serenity

He requested firewood

From the watching crowd

Who complied with eagerness

To see the truth shine

The shepherd set us the pile

And prayed to the wood

“Forgive me for any pain

And may you be saved

To be a revelation

To be salvation

To your brethren now watching”

From these gentle words

He set all the wood ablaze

While shedding a tear

The calm Manichaean said

“We should both with faith

Enter the flames by himself

To unveil the truth

Since you asked for this trial

You shall be the first

To taste the flames you produced”

The priest's red face scowled

As he looked towards the flames

He did a short bow

And did the sign of the cross

He walked to the flames

And stood right in the centre

The flames split apart

And it appeared that no harm

Came to his body

In the half an hour spent

The crowds greatly cheered

Believing no miracle

Could outshine that one

“Shepherd and Manichaean

Fall into the flames

You will be consumed fully

To rise or be burnt”

The priest shouted loud with zeal

“That vile deceiver

Should rightly be burnt alive

In Gehenna’s flames”

The crowd shouted with anger

Already prepared

The Manichaean walked in

Whispering four words

“God, light, power and wisdom”

The flames turned pure white

Like the full moon’s light at night

As he stood in them

The flames at his left and right

Became two tall men

The man on the right wore white

He shined with splendour

He held a styrax wood staff

In his bright right hand

And held a book of silver

In his bare left hand

Next, the man on the left side

Wore Persian-style clothes

Robes made of vivid colours

Of woven rainbows

He gave a comforting smile

That could make rain stop

He also wore seven rings

That he made himself

With his delicate fingers

Both sages whispered

To the Manichaean’s ears

Words for the elect

When their mouths became silent

They vanished in flames

While the man remained in peace

With both his eyes closed

The flames became a lotus

Shining and open

Because of the flamers brightness

The ground appeared dark

Like a vast ocean at night

Not even the sun

Could outshine the white lotus

The holy man stood

With his clothes under his feet

With flames clothing him

Like fig leaves made of moonlight

Then with his right hand

He reached out with gentleness

To the audience

Afraid but also amazed

Some walked towards him

Most stopped out of human fear

But one continued

And touched the welcoming hand

The flames fizzled out

For they all served their purpose

To the observers

Their world now appeared pure black

They thought they were blind

For the flames shone so brightly

All else appeared dark

But this blindness soon vanished

And they all bowed down

Bowed down to the holy man

Their bent legs shaking

Their faces touching the ground

With warmth the man said

“Please do not bow down to me

But with open hearts

Bow down to the sun setting

To the moon rising

For they glimmer with the light

That inflamed your hearts”

So they bowed down to the discs

All except the priest

Who did not bow to the man

At first he was moot

Dumbfounded and in despair

But fury arose

And he said without thinking

“Demon! Sorcerer!

Your trickery is nothing

Demon, look at me

The fire did not harm me

I’ve done the challenge!”

The Manichaean just said

“Give me your left arm”

In pride, the priest gave his arm

The Manichaean

Put up the sleeve of the priest

And unveiled burn marks

Marks in the form of the cross

Despair filled the priest

“The flames had mercy on you

They preserved your flesh

Except for your weakest arm

To give you a sign

Of the suffering you have

Daily in your flesh

So that you may return home

And receive comfort

From the paradise of light

For your salvation”

The lost priest slowly pulled back

And wandered away

To the distant plains of green

When he disappeared

They who bowed down to the sun

Asked the Manichee

“What did the sages whisper”

The Manichee said

“If I tell you all those words

You will stone my flesh

And flames shall burst from those stones

And shall consume you fully

[subjectivecuriosities]

My ★★½ review of Danny Ketchup (2020) on letterboxd: https://boxd.it/4AZsWP

[tenth-sentence]

As he did so a sheet of white flame erupted in front of the car, eclipsing the Scourge.

"Weaveworld" - Clive Barker

[glassshine]

I don't like Icewings cause they all look the same to me so I drew some

[trustymikh]

just a lamplighter doing his job

[fernscare]

goofy demon jumping jack doll in action

[Video description: A video of an articulated paper doll in action. The doll depicts a blue and red demon, with a grinning blue face, red horns, and red forearms and thighs. It has bird claw-like hands and feet, and a sinister grinning face on its tummy. It has a blue yarn tail with a red pointed tip. When the tail is pulled, the doll raises its arms and legs. The video is in a forest - there are ambient insect noises in the background.]

[lucithen-art]

Winter portrait!

He caught you staring.

Art by me!

[kvtnisseverdeen]

it really is crazy that vermithor and silverwing belonged to jaehaerys and alysanne who were the longest reigning monarchs of house targaryen and are regarded as wise and good...only to have their dragons be mounted by bastards who partook in the fall of house targaryen

[zegalba]

Nan Goldin: Cupid with his wings on fire, Le Louvre (2010)