#right now i truly believe icarus would punch her in the face if she even tried to get close enough to give a lil forehead kiss
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If Arisanna had to give one of the coworkers a lil forehead kiss, who would she be the most likely to give it to?
(Could be romantic or platonic for coworker polycule purposes tehe)
between the two? probably ven right now, solely because ven seems less likely to punch her in the face if she got too close to them /hj
for real though, i think she and ven likely have more in common than she and ic do, but a part of her does feel for icarus since she's seeing some of what they're going through firsthand
#right now i truly believe icarus would punch her in the face if she even tried to get close enough to give a lil forehead kiss#guy is VOLATILE#fable smp#fsmp#coworkers#arisanna fable smp#icarus morningstar#venear atlan
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Reviewing time for MAG148! X___X/*
- I still can’t believe that the “Extended” in the title was for (amongst other things) long-due [EXTENDED SOUNDS OF ELIAS GETTING BRUTALLY PUNCHED]. “George Icarus” would laugh in his grave from vindication if only his skin hadn’t been used during The Unknowing.
And it was so varied! Ben did a Great Work at it because it sounds like Basira got very creative in that scene? At first, sounded like a punch in the guts; got the feeling, right after, that it was her pinning her against a wall or the table, an arm twisted in his back, holding him by his hair? And with the:
(MAG148) BASIRA: Mm–hmm.
ELIAS: [ASPHYXIATED NOISE] [STRANGLED] B–… But I… can see how maybe I… should have mentioned it…!
Sounded like Basira blocking his windpipe (ha.) with her forearm, pushing higher. Don’t know how other people are Hearing This Scene but I do appreciate that, anyway, it was moving and slightly different every time, we could hear it, and it was Various Shades Of Elias Having A Bad Time.
… well. I HOPE he was having a bad time. Because getting savagely thrashed around and then going:
(MAG148) BASIRA: [EXHALE] So. Why d’you agree to see me.
ELIAS: I missed you.
BASIRA: Right. That’s why you’ve been refusing my visits since we got back.
ELIAS: I–I thought it might have… [EXHALING] been an idea to give you some space.
BASIRA: Oh, and how’d that work out for you?
ELIAS: Ah… Not–not ideally. […] Goodbye, Detective. I shall miss our little chats.
Is. Uh. With Jonathan “do I miss being chased?” Sims and now this, what is it with Beholding types and being-addicted-to-the-things/people-wrecking you. Was Elias fond of Gertrude in the same way.
(And what does it say about Elias that this scene was, like, a big moment of *BREATHES* in the last string of episodes, while it’s still about a prisoner getting beaten up by an ex-cop, who also threatened to make his overall situation worse, while prison guards should supposedly have stepped in to protect him? Not too surprised about the fact that the officers didn’t intervene spontaneously (they have had to deal with Elias for a year. Elias who has blackmail material and has such a Charming Personality.), and Basira had many reasons to lash out (used as coerced material for Elias to trap Daisy, basically a hostage; was recently sent all over the world on Elias’s bullshit leads), but. Still. Not great from Basira. Technically. (You did amazing sweetie, bastard had it coming.))
- I also wondered if Elias wasn’t actually a bit. High. During the whole altercation. Because he was reaaaaally… uh. Making things worse for himself here and there? While being absolutely aware that Basira was pissed and ready to kick him harder? And if really sounded like someone who was too out-of-his-mind to truly assess the situation.
On the one hand, some bits felt like they were feeding the Elias-is-actually-Jonah theory:
(MAG148) ELIAS: Uh! Look, look, look. I’ve… been doing this a long time now and, if there’s one thing I’ve learned about The Web, it’s that it plays its own game.
[…] ARCHIVIST: … I–I don’t know, I mean… We still don’t really know… what Elias actually is…? I thought… Maybe if he was more like me than we realised…
(And Jon miiiiight have thought about it too.)
… and on the other hand, the more shittiest he gets, the younger and younger he sounds to me, a sneaky opportunistic lazy little thing who just happened to get his hands on some power recently, and not a 200y-old person. Elias in s1? Can accept that yeah, 40-50y old. But he’s been losing ten years at a time to my ears ever since, and he’s currently at “early 20 stupid idiot”.
- Anyway, I have a special fondness for the line:
(MAG148) ELIAS: … And, hum… No more violence, Detective. Or I may have to call in the guards.
Because he sounded so Dramatic and Righteous, a bit reminiscent of… stereotypical thin old lady holding her bag, very blank face and solemn? I don’t know how to describe it exactly, but Ben’s delivery in that one cracks me up a lot.
- On the one hand, ahahaha, Elias is Being His Useless Self, Basira ranted about it, Jon&Basira acknowledged that he wouldn’t be helpful in anything but “useless gloating”, Elias himself looks… only Good At Bullshitting (like Jon described in MAG145). … On the other hand, it’s generally when Elias has been proven… less threatening than what we could fear, that he tends to prove that no, he can harm, and has ways to do it, and won’t hesitate.
Jon spitting at his face post-kidnapping in MAG102 and Tim telling him to fuck off in MAG104? Was followed with Melanie’s “performance review” in MAG106. The assistants scheming to take him down, ~fooling him~ with Martin acting as bait and Melanie finding proof to force Section 31 to arrest him? Was still followed by Elias designating Peter as the Head Director (and potentially having planned this… for a while… since he had sent Peter to meet Martin in MAG108, and Peter had already come in the Institute in MAG100), plus revealing that he knew about Jon’s dreams all along.
So, uh. If the current trend is to deride Elias… he might prove, soon-ish, that yeah, he’s not as big of a menace that he likes to make you think, but he’s still a Threat.
- SPECIAL WORRY OVER:
(MAG148) BASIRA: And when exactly were you planning to tell us he’s been feeding on innocents?
[SILENCE]
ELIAS: Ah… [HUM] I’ve… always thought that a man’s eating habits were… his own private business.
BASIRA: Mm–hmm.
ELIAS: [ASPHYXIATED NOISE] [STRANGLED] B–… But I… can see how maybe I… should have mentioned it…!
… because it puts to mind:
(MAG127) BASIRA: Can we cut the bullshit?
ELIAS: What “bullshit” might that be?
BASIRA: The part where you pretend you don’t spend your whole time watching us.
ELIAS: … Sometimes I’m eating.
And alright, at that point, Jon had already attacked two people, could have been a reference to that. But mostly, what is Elias eating, or whom? He’s been in prison for (almost?) a year by now – how does he himself Feed Beholding…? I understood their exchange as… Elias saying that his situation had actually gotten worse in prison while she was away (?):
(MAG148) BASIRA: Right. That’s why you’ve been refusing my visits since we got back.
ELIAS: I–I thought it might have… [EXHALING] been an idea to give you some space.
BASIRA: Oh, and how’d that work out for you?
ELIAS: Ah… Not–not ideally.
But I’m not sure, since he also pointed out that his “special treatment” was guaranteed because he was giving the police useful information. So. I don’t know. But beginning to fear that he actually has the entire prison under his control, and that he’s just in the right place to cause damages and get the Archives team in the direction he wants, while being sure that Jon won’t try to compel him…?
- Amusingly, this episode made small references to fantheories! There was the what-the-heck-is-Elias bit with Elias saying that he had been in the game “a long time now” (which sounded very orientated towards the Jonah Magnus theory); the connection between Elias and The Web, with Elias claiming that uuuh… Spiders are best ignored:
(MAG148) ELIAS: Uh! Look, look, look. I’ve… been doing this a long time now and, if there’s one thing I’ve learned about The Web, it’s that it plays its own game. All you can really do is… hope it doesn’t get in the way of whatever your plan is. Because the Spider usually wins…! Assuming you have a plan. Do… you… have a plan? Detective?
(And on the one hand, Elias is almost explicitly saying that he has no connection with The Web (although as usual, you can also read his sentence while focusing on what’s missing: it would work perfectly if he was actually talking about himsel in third person); on the other hand… he’s also doing exactly what Annabelle described re:The Web, ie constantly making people under or overestimate you as fits your plans. So. Yeah. Could be that Elias indeed has no plan at all, or barely any, and is mostly waiting for Jon to keep digging his own grave and Create A Beholding Ritual from scratch because Jon is too impatient. Could also be that Elias does have plans, and is mostly trying to get Basira to not factor him in too much at the moment – if so, it worked.)
And there was the “Detective” bit:
(MAG148) ELIAS: [SNIFF] Good evening, Detecti– [PUNCH] OW!
[EXTENDED SOUND OF BRUTAL PUNCHING.]
BASIRA: Useless, scheming piece of shit!
ELIAS: Detective, this is quite unnece–
[…] BASIRA: No. No, I’m done with your game!
ELIAS: Bas… Basira, let’s– […] Assuming you have a plan. Do… you… have a plan? Detective?
BASIRA: … Why do you do that? What is that?
ELIAS: Uh… Do what?
BASIRA: You always call me “Detective”. Is that supposed to mean something?
ELIAS: Honestly? I just like the way it sounds!
BASIRA: [DISGUSTED EXHALE]
ELIAS: … And, hum… No more violence, Detective. Or I may have to call in the guards. […] I’m sorry to say, Detective, but you’re becoming predictable…!
BASIRA: [EXASPERATED GRUNT]
ELIAS: Goodbye, Detective. I shall miss our little chats.
On the one hand: Elias explicitly says that no, ahah, the “detective” bit is just a random thing (for added drama? I mean, someone had been hand-gesturing a looooot, if the shackle sounds are any indication); on the other hand, Agnes was the living proof that Believing And Faith Is The Key when it comes to Fears, and that you create things if you think hard enough that they’ll work out. So. Even if the “Detective” is a title he went for because it literally sounded cool, it could become… something.
On the third hand: gdi Elias, give credits where it’s due!!! Georgie had been the first one to call Basira a “detective”, in MAG122!!! (… and I was assuming, until then, that he had Watched the scene and adopted it because indeed, it sounded nice; and this episode is… leaning in that direction, snorts.)
(… but worried/suspicious about Georgie’s tendency to be spot-on with key words or key concepts. Besides the “detective”, she also nailed “anchor” and “avatar”, which had been used during Gertrude’s time, according to Gertrude’s tapes… But Georgie couldn’t know that yet, and Jon hadn’t heard those yet back when he was discussing the concepts with Georgie.)
Anyway, glad that Basira highlighted Elias’s insistence over “detective”, and absolutely Not Surprised But Still Facepalming that Elias just. Used it even more than usual afterwards. He’s so shitty, Elias PLEASE…
(+ Bonus to the list of Current Fantheories nudge: we got a Beholding statement about technology which included wiring everywhere. Was that a nod towards the Webholding speculation going on?)
(… and meanwhile, we still don’t have that kind of joke or winkwink between Martin and Peter over the fact that they could potentially be blood-related. Mmmmmmmmmm.)
- Okay, Elias was a total useless cracky bust this week but I can’t help but always be wary of him and what he is saying, and he said about The Dark:
(MAG148) BASIRA: Unless you’ve got another crisis for me?
ELIAS: [PAINED GROAN] No, no! [PANTING] … No. I–it–it’s fine. I–I’m, I’m sorry.
BASIRA: Oh yeah? For which part?
ELIAS: [HIGH-PITCHED] … All of it…?
BASIRA: You sent us to the North fucking Pole for no goddamn reason.
ELIAS: A, a–hem… miscalculation.
… And the thing is. That.
1°) Manuela didn’t explain how Elias and Rayner knew each other and had been “friends”. It seems to be going to feed the “Elias is Jonah” theory, since we know Jonah and Rayner were acquaintances back in the days, but… Manuela has now been taken care of, and who, besides Rayner himself, could have willingly talked a bit more about it?
2°) We’re past July 20th 2018 (MAG147) and. There is still the fact that a partial solar eclipse is bound to happen on August 11th 2018 (from real life). On the one hand, yeah, The Dark seems to be Absolutely Done For by now; on the other hand, they just tend to. never be truly done for and actually, surprise!, still be around and kicking. (And Jon had seen members of the cult, at the beginning of the season, meaning… there are still some of them around, even after their “last” collective attempt with Rayner in February 2017…? How come there were still people that Jon managed to identify as cultists, if the cult doesn’t exist anymore and their leader is dead…?)
- ALRIGHT NO, ACTUAL SUPER SPECIAL DUPER WORRY IS THAT ELIAS DROPPED SOME “ADVICE” AGAIN
(MAG148) BASIRA: Or that we were being stalked by some freaky spider woman. Don’t tell me you didn’t know about that!
ELIAS: Ah, uh, y–yes… W–well… To be honest, I’d… advise you to leave that one – well alone.
BASIRA: Oh yeah?
ELIAS: Uh! Look, look, look. I’ve… been doing this a long time now and, if there’s one thing I’ve learned about The Web, it’s that it plays its own game. All you can really do is… hope it doesn’t get in the way of whatever your plan is. Because the Spider usually wins…!
Because I Remember Too Well two big pieces of “advice” that Elias had given Jon, and:
(MAG037) MARTIN: Sorry… Look, Jon, I do think we should destroy the table, though. I mean, if it’s the one from Amy Patel’s statement. Just in case.
ARCHIVIST: Elias told me the same thing. Luckily, he phrased it as advice rather than an instruction, so for now I’m more inclined to keep studying it. We’re not in the business of destroying knowledge.
(MAG116) ELIAS: Oh, and, Jon – technically, I can’t stop you, but I would heavily advise against bringing any… rogue… elements.
MARTIN: You can just say Tim.
ARCHIVIST: I will take it under advisement.
ELIAS: Hm. Anyway, don’t worry about staying in contact, I’ll know when it starts.
AND GUESS WHAT HAPPENED TO SASHA (WHEN SHE WAS ALONE WITH THE TABLE) AND TO TIM (WHOM JON ALLOWED TO COME TO THE UNKNOWING).
(+ Bonus, to Daisy:
(MAG082) ELIAS: I leave the matter of Jonathan Sims up to you, though I will not tell you where he is. I suggest you close the case and move on, but if you find yourself unable to do so, my advice is to kill him quickly. There’s no telling what he might be capable of.
… Like, yes, at the time, it was hilarious to imply that Jon could be a threat for anyone or anything, and it was mostly a “hEY” moment because Elias was… encouraging Daisy to go Hard on Jon, who was currently lost and sleep-deprived and spending his days researching on his computer, drinking tea, cleaning Georgie’s kitchen and catsitting The Admiral. But. Elias’s “advice” to Daisy didn’t age well / aged TOO well.)
………………… so additional current fear is that, yeah, Basira will end up not leaving The Web alone and. It. Will. Get straight back at her.
- Also SHIT, Basira:
(MAG148) ARCHIVIST: Did he say anything about Annabelle?
BASIRA: Not really. Sounds like he’s not too worried, though. Says to just ignore it.
ARCHIVIST: [SNORTING] Yeah, good luck with that!
… this is NOT what Elias said. He basically said that you couldn’t do anything about it anyway. That’s. Not exactly the same thing. (And he sounded a bit scared of that one.)
- Gaaaasp, this season has been so vulgar so far, gaaaaaaaaaaasp
(MAG131) ARCHIVIST: Oh, I… Melanie, I–I’m so sorry, I–
MELANIE: Oooh, fuck off?!
ARCHIVIST: I was trying to save your life.
MELANIE: Yes…! Well, you did! […] It didn’t stay in my leg because of some Ghostly Masterplan; it stayed… because I wanted it.
ARCHIVIST: … Shit.
MELANIE: Yes.
(MAG132) BASIRA: Jon, you stupid idiot! What did you think?!
DAISY: … Hi.
(MAG143) BASIRA: [SIGH] So, what, this was another waste of time? What, no Church, no Dark Sun? … I’m gonna kill that son of a bitch…!
(MAG148) BASIRA: Useless, scheming piece of shit! […] You sent us to the North fucking Pole for no goddamn reason.
(I’m amused because, is the use of “fuck” actually a sneaky way to get a higher rating for episodes with actually harder content? Here, we had a beating up taking place in a cell; MAG131 had Jon trying to self-harm. MAG080 had a murder live. … Well, MAG065 and MAG104 were their Own Things and it’s the True Power Of Tim: getting to say “fuck” even when the episode content is otherwise typical.)
- Statement tiiime and I’ll go very fast because I messed up my timing again:
* Obligatory Gratuitous Tim Tears because I’m conditioned to think about him with the simple mention:
(MAG148, Sunil Maraj) “But there’d been some… problem, and the whole place had to be closed up for months. Samson said they’d found asbestos, I heard it was a lease issue, but… doesn’t really matter.”
-> (I KNOW, IT’S ABSOLUTELY GRATUITOUS… … but I think the beginning of MAG090 is still one of my favourite exchanges of the entire series, I relistened to it so many times, shut up >>)
(MAG090) TIM: … You do know, right? I mean, you must know.
ELIAS: Know what?
TIM: About this place. About what it does to us.
ELIAS: [SIGH] Tim, this place is very old. It has all sorts of… idiosyncrasies, and not all of them are good for the people who work here.
TIM: I think I’d prefer asbestos.
(+ Melanie’s old haunted building in MAG028 has had its share.)
(Yes, I’m aware of the RQ crew’s Personal Experience With Asbestos.)
* Same hat, statement-givers:
(MAG148, Sunil Maraj) “Now, I’m not sure I can legally name the shopping centre I was working in to you guys, but let’s just say it wasn’t the Westfield. […] The security office was a mess. The company I worked for – again, dunno if I can legally say them, but you can look it up, you know […].”
(MAG051, Antonia Hayley) “You’ll forgive me if I don’t give their name; I still hold out hope that I might go back to work there someday, and I’d feel like an asshole dragging their name through the mud, even if it is just to you and your strict confidentiality procedures. If you’re desperate, they shouldn’t be hard to identify, but it’s not really relevant to what happened.”
Not Telling You But You Can Find Out Easily Anyway (except if you’re not even interested in doing the follow-up properly and/or to try to see if this place is still dangerous :[[[)
* I’M EXTRA-SAD FOR SAMSON SINCE HE HAD A SMALL CHILD gdi, I’m even more upset when you know it will mess up people from the victim’s surroundings…
* Old tech obviously reminded me of MAG065, but this time with less of a trapping theme – 100% Beholding at work? And is there something with the 80s tech specifically…? Sergei Ushanka, according to the story, had died in 1983; the old Tecton multi-camera recorder was said to be from the late 80s here; and we don’t know how long the tape recorders had been in the Archives, only that Gertrude was using them at least in the 90s (so they could be a bit older).
(* I did wonder, when the statement-giver mentioned how he tended to shop a Treat for himself from time to time, and with how aware he was of the cameras… if he wasn’t trying to avoiding saying that he was actually shoplifting from his workplace.)
* That’s the 4th Beholding statement this season, And This Is A Lot More Than Usual, And I’m Scared. Beholding is just… looming. There. More and more present.
* Laughtrack.wav because oH MY GODS, JON??? JON, DO YOU EVEN HEAR YOURSELF WHEN YOU READ A STATEMENT????
(MAG148, Sunil Maraj) “So I lost my job last week. I mean, I quit, they didn’t fire me or nothing, but you know like, sometimes you quit because you want to, and sometimes you quit because you’ve got to?”
With the fact that the place Sunil had gone to was described as a “mess” that they had to sort out; that Samson didn’t have a lot of emotional support and was not in a nice headspace when they arrived (“Samson took it harder than I did. […] being thrown from one post to another all the time was really kind of getting to him. He tried to talk to me about it a few times, but honestly we weren’t that close…!”); that Samson got obsessed with putting the place in order and only focused on that and then began to follow his friend through the camera lens (or his own lens.)… It sounded an awful lot like Jon’s situation in the Archives, and the first paragraph and the mention from Sunil that a bit of distance had helped??? Sounded VERY oddly on point??? Jon, what does it say, if even Beholding is giving you “hey, sometimes, you don’t want to, but you still have to” talk through a statement???? Jonathan???
(Jk aside, because indeed, I think Gertrude was right to point out that the Fears don’t really have a consciousness, and it would sound very counterproductive from Beholding to invite its local avatar to hold up on feeding from innocents, but. Still. The rhetoric question sounded waaaay too exactly fitting for Jon, holy Mew.)
- Jon’s spiel about “ignorance” was a bit of surprise, I didn’t expect him to obsess over it? Because it… has been very present in the past, in the Archives or with statement-givers precisely explaining how “ignorance” doesn’t protect you from anything (+ is… still, in a certain way, Beholding’s domain):
(MAG032, Jane Prentiss) “And now I stare at it and not a word of it is even enough to fully describe the fact that I itch. Because ‘itch’ is not the right word. There is no right word because for all your Institute and ignorance may laud the power of the word, it cannot even stretch to fully capture what I feel in my bones. What possible recourse could there be for me in your books and files and libraries except more useless ink and dying letters? I see now why The Hive hates you. You can see it and log it and note its every detail but you can never understand it. You rob it of its fear even though your weak words have no right to do so.”
(MAG036, Nicole Baxter) “when I asked the two of them who they were, they just shook their heads and told me to leave. I asked them what was going on, and the old man looked at his companion, as if asking permission, said something about knowledge being a good defence here. She shook her head and said that leaving quickly was a better one. I didn’t need to be told a third time.”
(MAG039) MARTIN: Then why do you–
ARCHIVIST: Because I’m scared, Martin!. Because when I record these statements it feels… it feels like I’m being watched. I… I lose myself a bit. And then when I come back, it’s like… like if I admit there may be any truth to it, whatever’s watching will... know somehow. The scepticism, feigning ignorance. It just felt safer.
MARTIN: Well… It wasn’t.
ARCHIVIST: No. No, it wasn’t.
(MAG047) ARCHIVIST: Yes, well, thank you for that, I suppose. And you still hadn’t told me why you… “intervened” at all.
MICHAEL: [CHUCKLE] I’m normally neutral, yes, but… the loss of this place would have unbalanced the struggle too early. I am keen to see how it progresses.
ARCHIVIST: You make it sounds like there’s a… war.
MICHAEL: Eh…! Then I will say nothing further. I wouldn’t… wish to tarnish your ignorance prematurely. … Goodbye, Archivist.
ARCHIVIST: Wait! [SCRAPPING OF CHAIR] Ah… ah, ow… ah… M– Michael…? Michael!
(MAG089) JUDE: Oh please, your god is nothing! The Eye, Beholding, Ceaseless Watcher, whatever you call it, that’s all it does, it watches and knows, sitting bulbous and comfortable in the ignorance of infinite knowledge.
(MAG098) MARTIN: Yeah, we talked. Not long, he– Y’know, I think he thinks that the distance keeps us safe, you know? Like, like, if he just makes sure that we’re not involved, we’re somehow fine.
TIM: He’s an idiot. Look, we didn’t know what that door was, and it still trapped us. Ignorance isn’t going to save anyone.
MARTIN: No, I mean, you’re right, I guess. He was… Y’know, we know about Sasha now, and… he said he doesn’t want to lose anyone else. Like, y’know, it’s his fault.
TIM: Isn’t it?
MARTIN: No! No, it isn’t! I mean, you heard Elias… We never really stood a chance.
TIM: Yeah. Maybe. But Elias wasn’t actually the one who offered me the job down here.
MARTIN: No, I– Sure.
(MAG106, Jan Kilbride) “But I keep thinking back to an old professor of mine, back when I briefly studied neuroscience, talking about consciousness. About how we still don’t honestly know what it is – where it comes from, what aspect of the brain makes it possible. And I wonder if there might not be consciousnesses out there, so far beyond our comprehension that we could not properly recognize them as such. Minds so strange and colossal that we would never know that they were minds at all. Perhaps… out there, in the endless Vast, it would not notice or recognize us in return. And I wish that I could convince myself that ignorance was the same thing as safety. But then… how many weeds have you unthinkingly stepped on in your lifetime?”
(MAG117) TIM: I used to blame my brother for going off on one and poking around where he wasn’t wanted; I used to blame myself for not… helping him, but now? Now it doesn’t matter. I read through enough of these things to know that it doesn’t matter. The only thing you need to have your life destroyed by this stuff is just bad luck. Talk to the wrong person, take the wrong train, [SCOFF] open the wrong door – and that’s it!
(MAG137) GERTRUDE: Gerard may have a connection to The Eye, but I’m not convinced it will be enough. And I will admit I’ve grown… fond of the boy. I wonder, if I told him about Eric – whether he’d follow in his father’s footsteps. Still, that’s not like it kept Eric safe in The End.
(MAG146) ARCHIVIST: … I never thought I’d miss those days, when I could throw out some half-baked speculation about drug abuse or mental illness, and whoosh, away all the statements went. There is… nothing in the world more reassuring than ignorance which we can mistake for certainty. But no. Almost every one of those statements, those… people… that poor old man…
(MAG147, Annabelle Cane) “And in that vast, dark space of ignorance lies… free will! Isn’t that marvellous, Jon? Free will… is simply ignorance. It’s just the name we give to the fact that no one can ever really see everything that controls them…!”
(MAG148) ARCHIVIST: I honestly don’t care, if Mr. Maraj was chased down and consumed by his voyeuristic former friend, or if he has forgotten the whole affair, living in… blissful ignorance.
I’m a bit ? at the fact that Jon is still holding on to the idea that (feigning) ignorance can help, although it’s been repeatedly demonstrated otherwise. Though with MAG146, it was akin to idealising the past: he was afraid already, back in season 1, and was just trying to not attract the attention of things out there by pretending he didn’t know anything, and it hadn’t worked. (I’m also a bit surprised that Jon is making the equation that knowledge/understanding/awareness fundamentally means Pain: both this and ignorance have been proven to not protect you, in this universe.)
- The… Martin mention…
(MAG148) ARCHIVIST: [SIGH] … Basira…
BASIRA: Yeah?
ARCHIVIST: I’ve been meaning to ask. The… tape. The one of the, uh… my victim. You said Martin gave it to you.
BASIRA: [EXHALE] Yeah.
ARCHIVIST: How was he? H–how did he look, was he, uh…
BASIRA: I don’t know. I didn’t… see him. He just left it on my desk with a note.
ARCHIVIST: Oh… Right.
BASIRA: Yeah.
ARCHIVIST: … Can I ask what it said…?
BASIRA: Hum… Yeah. It said to, uh… “Talk to him.”
ARCHIVIST: [INCREDULOUS NASAL LAUGH] … [INHALE, EXHALE] I’m gonna get something to eat.
1°) Still not 100% sure that Martin indeed decided to pass the tape to the other assistants, or if… someone decided for him when he was hesitating.
2°) … not showing your face feels awfully Lonely, Martin D:
3°) Jon still gratuitously wondering about Martin for Unknown Reasons, uh.
4°) Ah. Ah. Ah. When Jon lost it at the “Talk to him”, I was reminded of many things:
(MAG039) ARCHIVIST: … Why are you here Martin?
MARTIN: Well, well, Prentiss is out there and you can’t run so–
ARCHIVIST: I mean at the Archive in general. Why haven’t you quit?
MARTIN: Are you giving me my review now?
ARCHIVIST: No… We’re clearly doing a whole heart-to-heart thing and, truth be told, the question’s been bothering me.
(MAG058) TIM: Look: I tried talking to Elias about it, but it doesn’t seem to do any good!
MARTIN: He’s just under a lot of pressure. You know how messed up he’s been since Prentiss.
TIM: How messed up he’s been?!
MARTIN: Of course, I’m sorry – sorry, I didn’t mean that you weren’t, just–
TIM: No! Because I didn’t start stalking my co-workers!
MARTIN: Maybe try talking to him.
(MAG065) TIM: Shut. up.
ARCHIVIST: … What?
TIM: Shut up! Just stop talking. I’m sick of this, I’m sick of you! We didn’t kill Gertrude, and no one wants to kill you, you pompous idiot! […] After everything you’ve pulled, you should be gone. But no. Instead, we all get to talk about how you’re feeling, because we’re worried about our stalker boss!
(MAG069) MARTIN: Not like Tim.
ARCHIVIST: Hm.
[SILENCE]
MARTIN: … Just talk to him, please.
ARCHIVIST: I think we’ve said more than enough. I doubt there’s much more words can do for us.
MARTIN: You can’t… work together like this.
ARCHIVIST: Ironically, I think working is all Tim and I can do together.
[SILENCE]
MARTIN: … Look. Jon… when was the last time we all just… talked? Just talked, without all of this–
ARCHIVIST: Thank you for the tea, Martin.
MARTIN: … Oookay. Fine. [OPENS DOOR] He’s not wrong, you know. [CLOSES DOOR]
ARCHIVIST: … [SIGH] [WEAK VOICE] I know.
(MAG099) GEORGIE: Look, when’s the last time you spoke to someone who wasn’t me?
ARCHIVIST: That’s… I… I–I talked to Martin a, a… a… a few weeks ago…?
GEORGIE: Did you talk to him? Or did he talk to you, while you tried to find a way to escape?
ARCHIVIST: I… uh…
GEORGIE: Look, you’re worried. I get it. But if you really think you’re turning into something… inhuman, you need people around you. You need anchors.
ARCHIVIST: All my “anchors” are just as deep in this as me.
GEORGIE: Well, you still need them.
ARCHIVIST: [SIGH] Maybe you’re right. I… I’ll talk to the others. […]
(MAG102) ARCHIVIST: Oh, and… I suppose I… I did tell Georgie I’d try to talk to Martin.
[DEEP SIGH]
[...] ARCHIVIST: An–anyway, I–I–I should go. I–I’ve got a few leads to follow up.
MARTIN: Right, right.
ARCHIVIST: I’m, I’m sorry, Martin. We haven’t… I know we haven’t talked much since… Sasha and everything.
MARTIN: Well, I mean it’s not too late, y’know. Unless the world ends.
[MARTIN LAUGHS NERVOUSLY]
ARCHIVIST: Yeah.
(MAG116) BASIRA: Do you think he bought it?
MARTIN: We’ll talk about it later.
ARCHIVIST: I doubt we’ll get time, we need to go.
MARTIN: It’s fine. We’ve got this, okay.
ARCHIVIST: [SIGH] … Okay.
(MAG123) ARCHIVIST: I wish I could talk it through with Martin. … Or Tim. [SHORT SAD CHUCKLE] Or Sasha. But we never really did that, did we…? … Everything’s changed.
(MAG129) ARCHIVIST: I, er… I heard about your mother.
MARTIN: … Yeah.
ARCHIVIST: I am… so sorry.
[SILENCE]
MARTIN: Thank you. [INHALE] It’s… [SHAKY EXHALE] It’s better, this way.
ARCHIVIST: If–if you do need to talk, I–
MARTIN: I can’t.
ARCHIVIST: No. No, o–of course.
… Martin who, unless there was a Plan going on and they were in a rush, had always pushed for talking, and who is currently absent and “silent”.
- Update on That Little Soap Opera You Call An Archive and cat is out the bag about Elias being (having been?) Basira’s intel:
(MAG148) ARCHIVIST: You should have let me come with.
BASIRA: No. Besides, he wouldn’t have seen me if I had.
ARCHIVIST: I can’t believe you’ve been seeing him all this time.
BASIRA: Oh yeah! That’s the terrible secret sabotaging the trust between us.
ARCHIVIST: [SIGH] Did he mention it at all? My, uh…
BASIRA: Oh, your new diet? Nothing useful. Didn’t seem too fazed by it.
ARCHIVIST: [LONG SIGH] Right.
… I do agree that Jon’s “secret” is not comparable to Basira’s but. She really shouldn’t minimise the fact that she hid her connection with Elias from them: Elias admitted that he had needed her to go away to get Jon to go inside the coffin and learn to harness his powers further, meaning that no, Basira’s been played, and they’ve been going in the direction Elias was nudging them towards through his sessions with Basira. That’s bad. And unless Elias was preparing Jon for The Dark with this (which he tried to imply, but I’m reaaaally not convinced given how… he only began to talk about that threat after Jon had expressed concerns about it), that means he had other plans.
Plus, Daisy picked up on the pattern of Jon’s attacks pretty quickly; Elias probably knew, already, that there would be a third victim after the coffin…?
And. Ssssssssssssssssh. Melanie and Daisy won’t take the fact that Basira has been in contact with Elias kindly. At all. And they’ll be right to do so.
Confrontation probably incoming soon (since Daisy wasn’t aware of “Floyd” in MAG147, which means… Basira has been keeping a lot of information from them), it. Probably won’t be pretty. I would like to hope that Melanie&Daisy are a bit more suited to making things progress in a better direction (laying down unpleasant truths on the table but… in an actually helpful way) but… we’ve never got that in TMA so far. Usually, when there is resentment, it explodes and it shatters things and relationships beyond repair.
- In fact, the way Basira has acted so far in season 4… is really reminiscent of how Elias had described Daisy?
(MAG082) ELIAS: You haven’t even followed up on any of the other potential suspects or leads, and shown no interest at all in the fate of Sasha James. All you care about is where Jon is, because you’ve decided on a course of action, and you’re going to follow it through.
I wonder – after Basira basically lost her centre of gravity (she thought Daisy was dead for seven months), did she try to act like she thought Daisy would have…? She got the single-mindedness, the ruthlessness, the obsession with getting things done while not paying attention to her surroundings…
The fact that she savagely came at Elias, and how she treated Jon this episode, really highlighted for me… how indeed, she has been an internal mess this season, trying to be in control and failing absolutely everywhere. She… didn’t achieve anything, didn’t get a “win”? Elias explicitly told her that to get Daisy back, he needed for Basira to be away (like, RUDE.) because only Jon could pull that one off; he subsequently presented Jon has the only one able to “see through The Dark” which, once again… didn’t leave a lot of space for Basira to do anything significant at all, except to be there and take care of some logistic matters. Before that: she had lost Daisy, she had seen Martin drift away, she was only witnessing Melanie getting frantic and angry. Melanie had been the one to stab Jared while Basira & Martin were trying to flee, and Helen was the one to trap him. That’s a lot of… occasions to feel powerless and resentful – and that might be why she’s exceptionally snappy at Jon right now, and not really able to connect anymore with Melanie or Daisy? Because the situation has gone totally out of her control, and she had to be in the one in charge while being faced, again and again, with the fact that she wasn’t managing to achieve anything?
- I extra-hope that Daisy and Melanie step in soon-ish, because it… sounds… like Basira is being accidentally toxic for Jon at the moment: she’s still partially counting on him and his powers to fight off other spooks (although aware of what it means), and Jon was trying to avoid the food analogy until she hammered it in – he then… went with it, too, and sounded clearly resigned.
(MAG148) ARCHIVIST: [SIGH] Did he mention it at all? My, uh…
BASIRA: Oh, your new diet? Nothing useful. Didn’t seem too fazed by it.
ARCHIVIST: [LONG SIGH] Right.
[…] BASIRA: Yeah. Jon, we’ve been over this. The “key” is to not force people to feed you their trauma. You know, just don’t do it. […] Any luck finding her?
ARCHIVIST: I haven’t really been trying. Doing that sort of thing consciously, it… makes me hungry.
BASIRA: Oh well, then find a statement to your taste, and read it.
ARCHIVIST: Yes, yes, I know, thank you. […] … [INHALE, EXHALE] I’m gonna get something to eat.
Melanie threw jokes around it in MAG147, and Jon had been using food analogies too before (+ both Mike and Jude presented it as “feeding what feeds you”) but here… it really sounded like a capitulation, and I really don’t think that… presenting what Jon is doing as “eating” is going to help them stop it. Making jokes about it has its limits (it’s still a sore spot for Jon at the moment), and presenting it as “feeding” isn’t really neutral, and only reinforced the idea that it would be an unavoidable necessity, when the point is to stop?
- And we got Jon, extremely… emotionally-stunned at the end of the episode:
(MAG148) ARCHIVIST: Does reading a statement of The Ceaseless Watcher count as a sort of… auto-cannibalism, I wonder? Or some sort of… bird-like regurgitation of Fear, re-consuming second-hand terror. … Whatever the analogy, I’m finding it harder and harder to ignore the diminishing returns. How much less satisfaction each one gives me. My desire for “follow-up”, for “verification”, for… [HUFF] “proper digestion”… of the experience, it grows less and less. […] I just find my mind already wandering to the next statement, in the hopes that it won’t be… quite as stale.
1°) … I think this is the first time Jon has referred to The Eye as The Ceaseless Watcher, and WOOPS, because coming from him, it sounds a bit more… grandiose and my-patron than “Beholding” or “The Eye” in passing.
2°) Indeed obsessed with the “food” and its quality, and disregarding entirely the grand pattern or the people hurt in the process. No mention that the manual could have been a Leitner; nothing about the fact that technology-based statements tend to be rare (he had told Tess, in MAG065, that they didn’t have many resources but that a student was dedicating their research to this). Nothing, just the statement, consumed without any appreciation or questioning, and the fact that it happened to someone… wasn’t enough to want to learn about it.
(3°) oh gods, his melodrama is definitely too much for me, though.)
4°) … Current problem definitely sounds like he’d “need” a live-statement to properly heal after having watched The Dark Sun, back in MAG143? Jon did mention that he was not entirely back to shape. So. The problem, at the moment, really seems to be tied to him using his powers and the question is what will happen first: Jon having to use them again to neutralise something attacking the Archives or trying a ritual, or Jon attacking someone with A Story – whether it’s a civilian or an avatar?
- Lots to unpack here:
(MAG148) BASIRA: Yeah. Jon, we’ve been over this. The “key” is to not force people to feed you their trauma. You know, just don’t do it.
ARCHIVIST: It’s not that simple…!
BASIRA: No, it is. Or I put you down.
[SILENCE]
ARCHIVIST: … That’s… I mean, that’s hardly…
BASIRA: Daisy has been managing.
ARCHIVIST: Daisy is… [PAUSE] [SIGH] Yeah. She’s managing. Did he say anything about Annabelle?
1°) Not The Right Way To Go, but I still feel like Basira got a point: if Jon doesn’t want to stop, if he doesn’t have any solution to stop, if he only spends his time repeating that he is unable to stop… then there’s nothing differentiating him from the other monsters? Although it’s not helpful, it’s not worded in a way that is even remotely contributing, it’s absolutely savage, it’s a bit transparent that Basira might be pissed at herself because the victims happened right under her nose while she was at the Institute (and she specifically let Floyd happen).
2°) Aaaaaaaaaand I can see where Basira is coming from, too: since, unless he’s pretending right now, Jon… indeed didn’t know until this episode that Elias was Basira’s intel. And Basira had told him, sternly, to stop Knowing about her – which he… did, in the end? He didn’t know about her activities, in the same way that he kept away from Martin? And he was using the same rhetoric with his Insights at first: that he couldn’t control it, that the droplets would sneak around the door anyway. But telling him off / giving him a motivation to stop… more or less worked? (He had random knowledge with Basira in MAG140, but not about the Broad Picture of her plans…?)
3°) Jon is not helping his case at all in the way he keeps repeating that he can’t really stop it…? Okay, so, Daisy had pointed out how Jon was casually self-destructive/prone to go for things that could kill him. But he sounded almost… defensive, here? I heard the beginning of his sentence, after the silence, as a shock because he didn’t think that what he had done (and was at a risk of doing again) warranted death…? And what we really don’t need re:monster!Jon is for him to grow an active self-preservation instinct….? But, Jon, indeed, what are your options other than stopping entirely or going full monster and being taken care of in a definitive way? Going after other spooks to feed (HI, PETER LUKAS IS RIGHT THERE)? Being sealed in the coffin again (but he managed to come out once, and he “had regrets” about going inside – he probably wouldn’t go willingly)?
4°) ………………. I’m………………… worried about Daisy……………………….. I don’t know if Jon’s half-sentence meant that Daisy is Having A Hard Time And Not Exactly Managing (managing to not hurt people, but being deeply affected in the process), or that Daisy has Basira and is not alone so that their cases are not comparable, or that Daisy didn’t give herself to The Hunt like Jon did to The Eye in his coma (and that Daisy could be removed from her patron’s influence in the coffin; Jon was still using his powers inside, and found the way out thanks to them), or… that… Jon… knows something about Daisy… that we don’t know yet… which might be that Daisy has been Hunting again behind Basira’s back…
(I’m especially worried because of the fact that Basira puts her as an example of actual success, Someone Managing To Step Away From A Fear… as if precisely, it’s meant to be an illusion, and she’ll have to face that things are less pretty and hopeful than she thought. Basira has always been biased for Everything about Daisy: she was already… allowing Daisy’s killings during her officer’s day although she did have a strong sense of justice for other matters, and she was still taking Daisy’s defence in MAG117.)
(But at the same time, it… would feel a bit pointless to me, if the overall conclusion was that there is no hope and nothing positive to achieve, that yes, Daisy should have killed Jon when she had an occasion; and Tim was right; and they all should have died in The Unknowing just like Tim did because you either become the hunter or the prey; and the things hurting and manipulating you are bound to successfully turn you into an uncaring predator, too…?)
- Okay, so remember how Tim was giving off the feeling that he had Given Up, between MAG092 and MAG104? Thaaaaaaaaaaaat’s Jon now.
(MAG148) ARCHIVIST: … Whatever the analogy, I’m finding it harder and harder to ignore the diminishing returns. How much less satisfaction each one gives me. My desire for “follow-up”, for “verification”, for… [HUFF] “proper digestion”… of the experience, it grows less and less. I honestly don’t care, if Mr. Maraj was chased down and consumed by his voyeuristic former friend, or if he has forgotten the whole affair, living in… blissful ignorance. I just find my mind already wandering to the next statement, in the hopes that it won’t be… quite as stale.
1°) But at the same time, oh my gods, just cut out the melodrama Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way, seriously.
2°) Cutting the bird analogy because Jon. Don’t. Jon, gross, Jon.
3°) … Same Guy who was complaining about His Feelings in MAG139 (around two months ago in-universe), so what the heck happened/is happening for Jon to just. Collapse like this.
One Thing We Know About Jon since season 1 is that inaction tends to take a big toll on him; while Basira remedies to it by trying to do anything, Jon… tends to be unable to focus on anything else once he has a Current Threat or an objective in mind (yes, Aza, I know, it’s ADHD). He was extremely aware that they were waiting for Jane Prentiss to strike, and that they could only wait for her to make her move; he knew The Unknowing was coming and, even with their plan already laid out, he was restless waiting for the day; he repeatedly pointed out in season 4 how the fact that nothing was happening was becoming overwhelming:
(MAG031) ARCHIVIST: It’s… been two months now since Martin returned and we became the ones being… hunted. Are we being hunted? Martin’s still living here, and I’m leaving less and less. The worms keep turning up. We kill them, but there are more each week. What is she waiting for…?
(MAG115) ARCHIVIST: Whatever Elias has Daisy doing, it seems to be working. Nothing’s made a move on me or the Institute since I returned, and last time I saw her there was the distinct smell of burnt plastic. So I suppose I’m safe. But everything just feels like… killing time, running down the clock. I don’t think I like it. God, do I– do I miss being chased? That’s depressing. No, it’s… I just miss feeling like I’m moving, like I–
(MAG130) ARCHIVIST: … It’s been two weeks since I heard from Basira. I’m not waiting any longer. I’m getting Daisy back.
(MAG135) ARCHIVIST: Can’t honestly say I blame them, none of this is easy. Everyone’s just trying to get through as best they can. Living one day at a time. [SIGH] But I can’t afford to be just living one day at a time, I need… a plan. But I don’t even know what I’m trying to achieve… And no one… no one wants to tell me.
(MAG137) ARCHIVIST: I feel like I’m on a deadline, like I’m running out of time somehow – and I don’t even know where to go! What to look for, o–or… [EXHALE] Just casting around blindly for more clues to just… drop into my lap. Everyone else is… running towards something, or running away, and I… [SIGH] I don’t know what I’m doing. [PAUSE] [SIGH] I’m just tired. Think I might go lie down for a while. Get a cup of tea [HUFF]
(MAG145) ARCHIVIST: [SIGH] The more I listen and learn, the more it seems to me we’re all just… “groping about”. Trying desperately to find out what we’re actually meant to be doing. […] But I’m really starting to worry that there aren’t any answers. Not like I want there to be. There aren’t any answers in Ny-Ålesund; there aren’t any answers in the past; I’ve been inside The Buried, and there were no answers there. Elias always seemed to know what was going on, to have a plan, but… I sometimes wonder how orchestrated some of it really was. […] It’s just this nagging sense of unease that won’t leave me. … I was so sure I’d find something up there. But instead, it was just another broken person trying to come to terms with the wreckage of their life. And here? I reached out, I took another tape, eh!, hoping for a bit of guidance, but… [HUFF] To be honest, this hasn’t helped.
And a lot of things this season seem to have contributed to the aimlessness and the pointlessness. Jon managed to remove the Slaughter bullet from Melanie, and to get Daisy out of the coffin in the month following his awakening. Since then… Nothing tangible happened, and Jon has complained about his lack of goal; he’s been aware that Martin is in a bad place, but has been stuck with his promise to trust him. Trying to take a peek through The Lonely backfired; going to Norway to fight The Dark turned out to be a letdown (and even the Dark Sun didn’t kill him); going to Hill Top Road didn’t help, Annabelle denied any Big Involvement; and now, even Elias seems… absolutely useless and out-of-his-depth.
So cumulating that with Tim’s recent death, Georgie deciding to stop trying to help him, the fact that Martin is actively not interacting with him, the fear of Something happening in 2018 for the Institute’s 200th anniversary (… well. Assuming that Jon is fearing that one and not enthralled by it.), the knowledge that he’s Indeed Turning Into A Monster (which was… a gigantic concern of his, in season 3), and then the fact that nothing is leading anywhere, that there is no apocalypse to focus on and try to stop… there are enough elements for Jon to let himself sink and stop trying at all.
(Additional fear related to Jon’s wording in that moment:
(MAG148) ARCHIVIST: How was he? H–how did he look, was he, uh…
BASIRA: I don’t know. I didn’t… see him. He just left it on my desk with a note.
ARCHIVIST: Oh… Right.
That was generic and all, but. Pointedly not “Did he look mad/disappointed/worried/tired” etc.
There is still the nagging fear that at some point, Martin would begin to appear in Jon’s dreams because Beholding’s protection would fade away, and it’s not going into that direction, and Jon has been Thirsty For Anything Martin all through this season but… Let’s say that if, yeah, Martin was beginning to appear in his dreams: could be the final nail in the coffin (ha) to make him definitely unmotivated/depressed and make him give up on trying anything because there is no hope of anything feeling better ever again, uh.)
- While, at the same time, if there is no “catch” to it, we’ve had counterexamples of people who went through an awful place and… managed to fight back and (more or less) find their footing again. It took some efforts from Georgie! Melanie was hurt, manipulated into signing up with the Institute (we. still don’t know. what that static was, when Elias asked her if she wanted the job.), emotionally tortured (even if it was unrelated, it took 42 episodes for Elias To Get What He Deserved for that.), under influence… and acknowledged that it was her, was lost, and went to seek therapy – and if she’s not currently being preyed upon again, or at least if her therapist is genuinely using their sessions as actual therapy… it seems to be doing wonders with her (she’s less aggressive while still snappy, more aware of her surroundings, able to word her discomfort – it’s not fixing her life but it seems to… help! And that’s the point of therapy, to give you tools or insights to regain some control over your life!). Daisy, if she hasn’t secretly fallen back to The Hunt, has been more peaceful, is trying to communicate, is staying away from what could make her snap or hurt her (trying to find company to chase the loneliness and The Buried’s flashbacks), and has been trying to pull Jon back up when she could (sharing her Archers listening with him, taking him out for drinks).
Basira and Jon are currently sharing the title of In The Worst Headspace in the team right now, and it’s… probably an exceptionally bad idea to allow Basira to try to be the one monitoring him at the moment, although they don’t have many options. At the very least, she… doesn’t seem to be, at all, the one person he should be talking to if they want to avoid Jon sinking deeper. But Georgie, Melanie and Daisy…? Extra-hard for Georgie since:
(MAG094) GEORGIE: And I realised I was in my bed. According to my phone, I had been for several days. I numbly got myself some water, and ignored my weeping mother. She tried to hug me, but her arms just slid off my limp shoulders. And that was my life for several months. Eventually, the memory began to fade, and I started to feel again. I took the year out of university under the umbrella of “medical reasons”, and by the time I met you I was, well, I don’t think I’ll ever be the same person I was before, but I had started being able to actually live again. I never learned for sure what happened to the people in the Medical Science building, […] and I never saw Alex again. There was one thing that never returned to me afterwards, though. Since that day, I’ve never been able to feel afraid. My fear’s just… gone. I’m not foolhardy. I can still recognise danger, and I understand the likelihood of harm, but actual fear? Simply not something I experience anymore. And I’ve never been able to figure out if it was cauterised, or… if it was stolen.
She Doesn’t Have To Do Anything For Him, but seriously, if someone has to remind Jon that “hey, I lost someone I cared about so much, my life became a mess, I became emotionally stunted, I even lost one of my Feelings forever, but I pulled through, and I’m still impacted, but I also have My Life” is not a fatality, and is good at giving valuable advice (/kicking Jon’s butt in the right direction, whether he elects to ignore it or not)? There is Georgie Spooktacular Barker.
- So, overall, still! Findint! it! very! hard! to feel sad over Jon’s current state since MAG141? I mean, I wasn’t even feeling !!! over the Martin mentions once the episode finished, because… Yes, I was immensely fond of the Jon->Martin bits this season, but I don’t especially care over Jon who only cares about Martin and not about victims, and is more interested in the Fears mechanisms at work and the statements-as-food than in the-victims-as-people?
(Because, like, yes, Jon has been through a lot in the first three seasons, he lost people he cherished, witnessed abominations, suffered and suffered, and being depressed is a Thing and makes everything hard. But in Jon’s case, it now comes hand-in-hand with “having repeatedly hurt people, being aware that it was happening, liking it, trying to convince himself that he was mindcontrolled into doing it – and still having hidden it from people who could have monitored him to ensure there wouldn’t be any further victims”. Whatever Jon’s reasons (denial, fearing he would be abandoned or the disappointment or to have to acknowledge that He Had Turned Into A Monster Like The Others, etc.), I’m still “Mm-MMMMm.” at the whole ordeal because, with the added bit of “I don’t want to stop” and him insisting that he can’t stop at will? There is nothing differentiating him from a serial killer or assaulter trying to present himself as The Victim Who Only Do These Things Because Of Uncontrolled Instinct And Who Has Had A Hard Childhood, while he… isn’t… the main victim…, and doesn’t deserve anything right now except to be stopped – people need to be protected from him first, and I don’t feel like I can care much about his story or his Worry Over Martin when I know that he’s hurt people, and that they’re still being tortured (Jess…). Whether or not the Spooky Powers influence indeed pushed him to do it and it’s actually impossible to truly fight against it… Jon’s main fault, a fault that is his and his only, is truly that he hid what he had done from the others, and kept repeating to them that he could be trusted. That the first victim happened? He wasn’t prepared for that one, alright. The following four, nop, you tortured them, and the fact that it happened was absolutely your fault, Jon. And it doesn’t feel especially tragic or sad to me right now, just “shrugs, so that’s how it is? Yeah okay goodbye Jon, then, I guess”…?)
(It’s also Daisy’s case! But I’m biased because 1°) a bit more impermeable to this rhetoric from a man’s mouth, especially given how we learned it through a woman’s recalling (and how heavily MAG142 just felt coded like a regular physical assault), 2°) we haven’t heard from one of Daisy’s victims from their mouth, 3°) … presumably, Daisy was only going for the kill with spooks-or-spooks-influenced-people-who-had-hurt-people; it was bad and Not Okay, even more given that she was still a police officer back then, but on the scale of atrocities, it still feels a bit less nauseating than going after innocents like Jon did, 4°) Jon is still currently the MC, so obviously, his actions and their consequences will get scrutinised a bit more since… it’s “his” story, first, and why does his story deserve to be told? 5°) I’m really expecting Daisy to die soon-ish, since she has a redemption arc-vibe to her, and it would already lay out the groundwork for a Satisfying Death – whether she snaps again like she did in The Unknowing and has to be killed-killed for real, or sacrifices herself, or dies trying to achieve something Good but being prevented from it. … But yes, I’m fearing a bit that we’d get the testimony of someone explaining how Daisy had absolutely wrecked their life unwarrantedly a few years ago, at some point.)
(- I wonder if it’s not Team Archives’ cue to… try to research about Adelard Dekker, though, if they want to find a way to stabilise Jon / ensure that he stops attacking people.
Because Annabelle Cane, whether she’s lying or not, claims to barely have intervened, and outside of ensuring that Jon stays alive, has certainly not been presenting herself as an ally, and is aware of Jon traumatising innocents but sees it (officially) as a Jon problem. Elias is (officially) a bust, and doesn’t care about Jon’s rampages. They’ve never met Peter Lukas, so can’t know if he’s knowledgeable about other spooks (Martin knows but, also, Peter could be bullshitting as well as Elias – and please, don’t ever tell Peter that he might be the Most Knowledgeable Guy around, or his head won’t fit through that door). Whether we can trust that or not, the three of them claim to not be that much in control, and are certainly not Allies On The Side Of Not Hurting People.
Gertrude, Gerry and Leitner were the most knowledgeable people around, and they are already dead and definitely silenced (Jon has burned Gerry’s page). But there is still Adelard’s case: Jon knows that Adelard was collaborating with Gertrude in the business of stopping Spooks (binding the Not!Them to the table in MAG078’s statement, helping to move Gertrude’s things and to temporarily stop an avatar of The End in MAG114, contributing to stopping The Flesh’s ritual attempt in MAG130). If Team Archives was searching for someone’s help to deal with Jon’s current status, and their overall situation… he’s currently their last resort?
I’m still expecting Adelard to be dead, by now, or to have turned into an Extinction avatar or something; and even if he’s still around and mostly on the side of stopping the Fears… I doubt that he would be super receptive over the concept of “Jon might be salvageable”. But if they have to seek out someone for Spooks-related help… he sounds like the best candidate.)
Title for MAG149 is… I don’t know, feels so non-threatening (well, like a “casual” statement not having anything to do with the current Awful Situation) that my instinct is to think it may be a small respite, and my reasoning is to get Prepared to be slapped extra hard? I have… no clue about a potential “Archives life” meaning for this one (unless it takes place in a café or something??).
It would be a good title for an Extinction statement, and we’re indeed due for Martin’s meeting with Peter’s “friend” (and what does it say, that the episodes that potentially feel the less tense are about Martin and/or The Extinction?) – Adelard, Salesa, Simon Fairchild, surprise!stillalive!Rayner, Martin’s dad, another Lukas, Mr. Spider, Alfred Grifter…? If not, hum. Second half of the title has been used in the context of both Spiral and Hunt, and there is the potential musical angle (I’m not talking about “–ON THE COLD HARD GROUND – OH! (TROUBLE, TROUBLE, TROUBLE.)” but that one crossed my mind too.) which makes me think of Slaughter. I… really… hope… it’s not Hunt, because WorriedAboutDaisy and I see how it could fit, if it were to refer to her Hunting again ;;
(Still no love for Corruption in s4, but Anil has guaranteed that we haven’t Heard The Last Of It. I know that statistically, unless an episode contains multiple Fears, each one would be supposed to get less than 3 episodes per season for them to be Equally Represented but x’) Corruption got the short stick this season, uh.)
#1#2#3#4#5#the magnus archives#tma season 4#tma spoilers/#mag148#tma liveblog#long post/#*sighs and pushes placebo's 'song to say goodbye' in the m->j playlist*
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JAMES F. POTTER.
twenty. order member. probable trouble maker.
junior auror / in his last year of training.
ex-gryffindor. rebellious. mischievous.
cocky. courageous. moody.
pinterest.
BACKGROUND.
James grew up in a large and airy house situated by the beach in Norfolk, England. The house was painted blue, and was a little bit on the older side, which you could tell by the deteriorating panels, which needed constant upkeep. The house and the grounds themselves weren’t exactly suitable for children, with sharp cliffs close to the water, steep staircases inside the house and an attic with a window that just seemed to invite for someone to try to climb onto the roof. The house itself was also very cozy, though. Floorboards that creaked, paintings with a vast amount of personalities ( catch James bickering with the sailor in the painting in the living room, any day ), warmth from the fireplace, walls painted in soft blues and whites and browns, old furniture that has come to mean something over the generations. The house itself had a lot of personality - Potters ( on his father’s side of the family ) had lived in it for generations, all bringing something new to the place, a new touch. Since the house has been inhabited by Euphemia and Fleamont, new life has been breathed into its walls. Brighter colors have crept into the usually bleak decor. They’ve brought warmth, beautiful patterns and personality to the house.
James’ room was located on the second floor of the house. It was big, with walls painted in red and black, and the decor being very much influenced by his favorite Quidditch teams. He also has a flying carpet hanging over his bed.
When friends stayed over, they usually stayed in the attic. It had been kindly decorated by his mother to be a sort of guest room ( mostly with James + friends in mind, lbr ). James and pals sitting on the roof at night, counting stars, is an aesthetic too, I would say.
James grew up playing Quidditch on the beach and constantly scaring his parents half to death when pushing himself a little too far. Flying a little too close to the cliffs. Dipping his toes in the water. Doing backflips.
Was sort of a lonely child, because their house was a little bit secluded, and there weren’t a lot of kids around. James mostly played with his dogs.
His parents were a little bit on the older side of things. Euphemia, his mother, was nearing forty two when he was born. Fleamont, his father, was forty nine. They had both wanted a child for so long, and had most definitively given up hope by the time James finally came along. Homeboy is always late.
His mother was incredibly empathetic, compassionate and kind. She was also very driven, and so so clever.
She moved to England after finishing her education at the best wizarding school in India ---- where she scored top marks, and used all of her free time to delve into muggle sciences. Mathematics, chemistry and biology would soon become second nature to her. She moved to England in order to work at a magical research institute, developing potions ( she was also the kind of witch to believe that muggle science and magic shouldn’t necessarily cancel each other out ).
So Euphemia Potter ( née Vaidya ) became a potioneer, and a highly educated woman - before James’ birth, she had taken several muggle courses and wizard courses, and held a pHD in chemistry. During her free time, she was also a popular children’s book author, and published several books that were well loved throughout wizard Britain.
Fleamont Potter was also a potioneer, like his wife, —- which is how they met. Working together, bickering about what the best approach to different remedies and potions would be. They challenged each other, constantly making one another better. Though he was more of a businessman, than a scientist, and launched his own successful hair potion company ( Sleekeazy’s Hair Potions ), which he eventually sold for a vast profit. Both Euphemia and Fleamont passed away from complications due to dragon pox shortly after one another, when James was eighteen. They left him a fortune, and their house ( which James doesn’t have the heart to sell, at least not quite yet / probably not ever ).
HOGWARTS YEARS.
James was the kid that somehow got into trouble at the Hogwarts Express during his first year. Before even arriving at the school. And then his second. And then his third. And fourth. At that point, it was basically tradition. That’s how he started every year, and that would also set the tone for the rest of the term.
Also somehow managed to always drag other people into his bullshit? It’s a talent.
His electives at the school were as following: care of magical creatures, alchemy and muggle studies.
Very Gryffindor™, but would have done well in Hufflepuff too, I think.
During his second year, he made the Quidditch team, and became a chaser. After that point, Quidditch basically became his life. Wouldn’t shut up about it. And he also knew that he was good, so his head grew about ten sizes probably.
Had zero impulse control. Was the type to punch first, ask questions later. On that note, James got into quite a few brawls with other boys at the school. Most fights were rooted in 1) James getting annoyed by their pureblood elitism 2) someone insulting one of his friends 3) possibly trying to show off, just a bit.
Emotional maturity, while at Hogwarts? Sorry, who?
May or may not have some sort of record in most detentions in a year. Every year. Which.... he was kinda proud of....
Was active in a lot of clubs !! His personal favorite was the dueling club.
Managed to keep his grades up without much effort. Teachers were lowkey perplexed as to why someone as bright as James would CONSTANTLY cause problems / trouble. James was mostly in it for the thrill, the fun, and the risk. Taking unnecessary risks ( often putting himself in danger ) was kind of his thing? And he’s still doing that.
Was infamous for having a mood that changed like the weather, often quickly and without warning. Could be smiling one minute, and be incredibly testy the next. Was unfortunately also infamous for showing off, mostly through hexing people that he didn’t like. He was also quite inventive, and made up hexes with the sole purpose of embarrassing his enemies further.
Sometime during his fifth year at the school, he became an animagus, mostly to help Remus during the full moons. He also saw it as a challenge, and a bit of a test — to see how good they truly were, how far they could push themselves. ‘Could they do this, too? Where’s their limit?’
Also made Quidditch Captain !!!! Can’t believe this man achieved all his dreams at the age of 15....
Eventually mellowed out a bit during his sixth year, grew up a bit, became a little less full of himself. Could see things clearer. Though the pranks and the mischief in reality became more elaborate ( as he was growing older, and also bolder ), he found other ways to entertain himself that didn’t always involve hexes.
Was also slowly growing out of his teenage angst, so that definitively helped. Though the occasional punching without thinking still… occurred.
In his seventh year, he was made Head Boy. Was probably not the best for the job, but he showed up to everything he was supposed to, and didn’t make a total fool out of himself either. Also decided it would be best to be more lowkey, so he stopped getting caught. He still sneaked out of the school, but he was more careful about it, you feel?
POST HOGWARTS.
James enrolled in auror training the day of graduation. With the war weighing heavy on his shoulders, he didn’t see any other options, any other futures. Though he had idolized aurors since he first heard of them as a child, there were still other roads that he could have taken, if there hadn’t been the urgency of war pushing him towards action – doing something good. He could have pursued playing Quidditch professionally, could have worked with dragons, could have been a hit wizard. Mostly, really, any action packed job would have suited him ( and he had the grades to choose any profession he would have liked ). In the end, the war chose for him.
Joining the aurors just felt right. He passed extensive aptitude tests (which made him a little impatient tbh, he just wanted to get out there, do stuff) and soon started his first year of training.
Auror training has been lowkey hard on him, though? It’s so exhaustive, very serious, no room for errors. Luckily, James is about as stubborn as they come, and is determined to get through it. It’s just another challenge, right?
Now, he’s one of those mini aurors lowkey following the older aurors around. Probably being annoying while doing it.
Joining the Order and the aurors has definitively sobered James up a bit. Made him more responsible, a little less impulsive. But unfortunately not less reckless with his own life. Taking dumb risks, all the fucking time, is still his brand.
Has somehow managed to not kill someone himself yet. Sure, he has wounded and hurt a lot of Death Eaters. There is blood on his hands for sure. But it will also 4 sure change James once he Kills Someone With Intent, u feel.
PERSONALITY.
James ultimately has a heart made of gold, and is constantly trying to prove himself by showing off just how good he is at what he does. This adds up to a bit of a hero complex, tbh.
Is 1000000% his son’s father and I try to play into that... a lot...
James usually has a stupid grin glued to his face ( the cocky kind, often a little crooked, as if he knows something you don’t ). He never stays serious for long, and is in the habit of playing serious things off as a dumb joke.
Known for being highly unpredictable and volatile, and can change from bright and smiling to tense and sour in the matter of minutes. He’s usually the former though.
That fun mix between Atlas, Icarus and Achilles, tbh !!
Radiates energy ! He’s such a lively person, like a human espresso. Kinda short compared to his pals, definitively a little bitter, high energy.
Was raised to be polite and pleasant, so he has good manners.
Pays little regard to rules in general though, and usually does not respond well to authority ( but it kinda depends on who it is too? Like. He can semi-behave while at the auror’s office, and respects them… but is also the guy who plays pranks on his co workers constantly ). WILL also get himself into trouble by mouthing off if he thinks someone is in the wrong at work ( common situation is that someone else suggests that they hold off on going in on a death eater nest & James is not a fan ).
Constantly taking things as a challenge! Even if they definitively aren’t a challenge.
Kinda moody.
Definitively that guy that tries to light up a shitty situation with an even shittier joke.
Bad at following orders. Usually winging it. There are only really two people that he will properly listen to, we all know who they are.
Very loyal !!!! Would die for his pals. : ~) Would kill for them, too.
A sentimental bastard.
Smokes way too much. Knows it isn’t good for him, but got hooked back in school, when he thought it made him look cool.
Loves teasing people. Can be a bit mean spirited at times, but he usually doesn’t mean any harm by it.
Doesn’t know how to pick his battles.
Known for being way too impulsive for his own good. He acts first, thinks later.
Has a Queen playlist on repeat probably.
James is so bright, but also so so dumb. I hate him.
Can be really confrontational. Will deadass fight u.
#semi recycled intros are my brand !!!!#maraudrs:intro#✦ ° • ☆ ◣ ▽ ┊STUDY • and you wake up with ichor in your mouth. spilling from your startled lips like prophecy. )#✦ ° • ☆ ◣ ▽ ┊HEADCANON • heroes may win the war; but they rarely live through. )
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hello , hello my name is veer, she/her and living in the gmt+1 timezone. anyways this is yeun minsu / hellcats mechanic and fighter , resident firestarter , who won’t hesitate to light up your car if you are mean. here is a pinterest board and under the cut , you will find his biography , and some wanted connections ideas at the end. i hope to go through all the intro posts in the tag , but in the meantime give this a like / hmu in the ims or discord V.#6252
┅ ☆ ★ ✮ ∟ ‖ jeon jungkook. 21. male. he/him ‖— the familiar scent of ash coming from a car engulfed in flames , the match in his hand , a kiss on the throat. 」YEUN MINSEOK “MINSU” is planning on attending the next race ?! i won’t lie, i’m pretty excited to see their BLACK & YAMAHA YZF-R1M in person. i know people say they’re really QUICK-LEARNER , PROUD & DETERMINED , but don’t you think they come off way too IMPULSIVE , CORRUPTIBLE & RESENTFUL ? i hear they’re always blasting GOOSEBUMPS by TRAVIS SCOTT ? oh well, they’re a member of the HELLCATS so i guess i shouldn’t complain. ┠ veer , gmt+1 , 21 & she/her ┨
trigger warnings for arson and infidelity.
I.
the runt of the litter, the black sheep in a pack of wolves. from a young age, minsu was disdained by his mother ; an animosity that began shortly after his birth, as the infant was a result of a wayward affair that his father had with one of his secretaries - and his mother never made a secret that he was no son of hers, words sharp and cutting as diamonds through teeth. yet in many ways, she was the only mother he has ever known. she never mistreated him, but was cold and avoided him whenever possible, viewing him as a living reminder of the one time that her husband had dishonoured her. though his mother was not his birth-mother he would still be raised alongside his three-elder siblings ; attend the same private schools they had, subjected to violin lessons , private tutors , but he would always be marginalized, it was an unique experience, minsu would sit at the dinner table alongside his family, but when important guests came to visit the the manor, in order not to offend him, he would be hidden in one of the many rooms or shuffled off to stay with his crooked uncle. this way of upbringing was the root of his selective muteness, an unwillingness to speak around members of his family - he would speak to the maids, the stranger on the street and sometimes with his father, but that was very few words at best.
II.
in a family of cut-throat politicians, minsu was not the only black sheep - his uncle having always felt short of his brother’s accomplishments grew his envy into benevolence, but for the wrong sort of people , running an illicit automobile shop out of spite and where the back of the shop turned into a fight club at night welcoming all degenerates, misfits, and hell-seekers. but most of all welcoming him. god help the outcast, for he fell as icarus had for those who gave him a little bit of love. Weak-willed and naive he was ; his muteness hadn’t given him a chance to find his voice and personality until much later. it was easy then, for the scorned brother to manipulate him and turn him against his family. at first, minsu observed with crossed arms from the sidelines of the shop ; watching how his uncle went about his work and observing how he had a team of 5 men working on the cars in the front and another select 3 arriving at late hours with random cars, which minsu later realized were stolen from the streets.
he was thirteen and for the first time, he spoke to someone within his family that was not his father - asking his uncle if he could teach him. after that, it did not take long for some sort of father-son relationship to be build - with his uncle learning him the workings of a car ; tidbits of basic restorations ; changing tires and engines. once, he was fifteen , he got to learn more about the illegal side: how he had to cover an entire track of stolen cars very carefully, how to make fake receipts from a manufacturer for part items of a car and sell the rest of the parts to a wrecking yard. and between the hours were the work in the shop ended and the fighting hadn’t begun yet , his uncle trained him , passed down his technique for a powerful right hook. at the car shop, minsu became was he was. kept his lips shut now even towards his father - never talking about the corrupt things he saw, but waiting with beating heart to return again.
IIII.
his affiliation with fire began in his childhood. locked inside his father’s office and not allowed to leave until the guests were gone , minsu found a gold zippo lighter in one of the drawers ( which he soon claimed to be his ). playing with the lighter too much and tempting his bitterness to be relieved with each on and off flick as he watches with a sort of amusement. eventually, the leather armchair flared with beauty ; orange and red flames burning like the pits of hell.3 he was so captured, that he didn’t notice the fire alarms above his head , until he was drenched from head to foot , until the maid stormed in and there was no choice for him, but to be exposed to his family’s guests. not soon after he became fixated with the thrill of creating fires , through his bad habit minsu was able to expel some of the rage and frustration that he had within him.
IV.
ripe in his adolescence , his uncle’s drinking caused him to swerve down the wrong road and he went comatose for months. his father hid the scandal from the tabloids like they had hidden him. never coming to visit at the hospital and leaving minsu to be the only one to take care of him. screw the upper class ; all it would take was a match and a few cunningly words planted in his head by his uncle and a war against his own family was declared. he stole 2 million dollars from his family and watched the white manor go up in flames. the world was exploding in violent red and the match had been in his hand. “bravo.“ he could hear his uncle’s voice in his head, and minsu could not help but be proud, and as the hours ticked by he found himself on the rooftop of an obscenely high building, his arm outstretched like an angel ready to fall from the sky.
that night he killed a part of him - minsu never truly felt that he belonged amongst his pretentious family and their position in the 1%. his approach to life was far grittier , harsher, his own personal violence. he was a boy like arsenic with a cigarette tucked between pouted lips. a young rich kid , ( who never belonged in his family’s house ) had been given his uncle’s shop to rub shoulders with criminals. the hellcats found him in the center of glory and gore , the same boy who had been fixing their car was participating in the raw underground fight , and there were plenty of old rich men willing to bet on him.
wanted connections :
THE INFLUENCE ( closed m/nb. kings. ) : it was terrifyingly easy for minsu to fall in the need of someone to look for as guidance. it was the blame of how he had been raised , a way of growing up that allowed him to find his own voice far too late , leaving him with a certain want of having a role-model. for a while it had been his uncle to whom he had displayed a certain devotion , but now it is your muse. must be a member of the kings , just because i love drama and minsu has always been the type of person to pit the world against him , believing that it his crime to have no place on earth where he belonged. which also means that he is not totally devoted to the hellcats.
WATER IS THICKER THAN BLOOD ( open m/f/nb. hellcats. ) : they carry themselves like siblings , and have a way of capturing attention. they are often found not far apart from one another. your muse is someone who pulls minsu back when he gets too far , but also won’t hesitate to step in during a fight. however , even friends need a hard punch to the face every now and again , and minsu definitely put your muse through a lot. your muse is someone who has been known to loudly stick up for minsu even at the worst of times , when he does not deserve it.
with that said, i’m open for any other plot you had in mind !!
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Chapter 4
More Than Friends
Book 1 of the God’s Children Series
Alexandros/Elliana/Icarus
WARNING: This chapter contains material unsuitable for those under 18 years of age.
She led me deep enough into the water that the tips of her toes barely touched the bottom before turning to me.
“Look, over there!” She pointed to a tiny little section of land protruding out of the water near the falls. Upon it were dozens of flowers growing wildly all around. A myriad of colors rose up making it look like a scene from a painting.
“Can you even swim in the deep water?” I chastised her though I already damn well knew the answer. Without a word she gave me the “look” I can never say no to and subsequently, I sighed in frustration.
“Alright pain in my ass, hop on but don’t squirm all over or I might drop you.” Smiling excitedly, she did a little cheer before climbing onto my back. I regretted my decision immediately when I felt her naked skin pressed against my back. It was then that I realized, this woman was almost certainly trying to kill me.
As I swam toward the little island I could feel her heart speed up at the sight before her. She was genuinely excited to see a bunch of flowers. Why did she always have to be so….frick’n adorable? I set her down gently and she crawled over to the flora breathing each one in.
“Ohhh! These smell, mmm so wonderful! They are unlike anything I’ve ever come across in the Heaven’s Alex!”
“Uh-huh.”
“What?” I was smirking at her which always drove her nuts.
“This is what you made me carry your naked ass half-way across the lake for? To smell some pretty flowers….unbelievable.” She returned a smirk of her own and smartly chose not to reply. She simply went back to smelling the damn flowers. This woman. Running a hand through my hair as I shook my head she looked up at me with those long lashes that made me putty. The rest of her face was hidden behind the flower in her hand making me lose my shit. Not wanting her to see what she was doing to me, I dove into the water and swam underneath letting my head cool. When I finally resurfaced she was smiling suspiciously. Once again my Dad’s words ran through my head only this time, it actually sunk in. Ellie….she already knows damn well how I feel doesn’t she? She knows I’m in love with her.
“You…..”
“Me what?”
“Don’t play stupid, you know what.”
“I have no idea wha-“
“-how long have you known?” She stared at me convincingly for almost an entire minute before that innocent expression morphed into something else entirely.
“Alex.”
“Seriously, how long?”
“I’ve always known. Probably before you even realized it.” You’ve gotta be kiddn’ me. My Dad was right. Women are the root of all evil.
“So, all this time you mean to tell me you knew exactly how I felt yet you knowingly got naked in front of me?” She blushed, looking momentarily demure but that irrepressible fire inside came boiling to the surface quickly in its place.
“Hey, you knew it too when we came here yet you never said a word to me about it. In fact, you actually lied to me about what you discussed with my Father!”
“What?!”
“Gee Alex, do you really think I’m that stupid?” Well this was certainly a turn of events. I didn’t expect it to come to this but seeing as we are both impossibly stubborn, I decided to teach her a lesson. I made my way back toward the shore. Alone.
“U-Umm? Excuse me?” She shouted to me as I was getting out of the water.
“What? I thought you weren’t stupid, I’m sure you can figure this one out on your own, right?” The death glare. The one look you never wanted to be on the receiving end of. Thankfully for me, there was a barrier currently preventing her wrath from reaching me. At least, for the time being. I wasn’t stupid either, I knew she’d be mad, but it wouldn’t be fun if I didn’t let her sit there and cool off a bit first.
I know, I know, but Alex, can’t she just snap her fingers and transport herself back? Haha, nope. The Minister, knowing his daughter, took extra precautions to prevent her from doing anything that would cause him trouble. He temporarily removed her powers making her solely dependent on me to keep her safe. A fact she was unforgivably angry about, but that thankfully had nothing to do with me. I’m sure Zyglavis knows well how to handle his daughter. At least I hope so, for his sake.
“Okay fine, you win.”
“Oh I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.”
“I said you win asshole!” Hahaha! It wouldn’t be a complete victory if an insult wasn’t attached. Smiling smugly the entire way, I returned to the little island she was pouting on.
“Wipe that stupid grin off your face.”
“My my, aren’t we touchy.”
“Don’t push my buttons any further, I’m warning you.”
“You know, that might have actually sounded somewhat convincing…if you weren’t naked.”
“Oh that’s it!” She got to her feet in a fighting stance making me laugh.
“Pffft, bring it on cupcake.” She launched herself at me giving me everything she had. If it had been any other god, they’d have been in serious trouble. Elliana was not holding anything back. She also knew however, that my special ability as a god was unrivaled strength. For her, punching or kicking me was like punching or kicking a cement wall. Not that that stopped her, no, not one bit. She was furious with me and seeing her this angry? Well I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t sexy as all hell.
“Are you done?”
“I’m just getting started!”
“Alright well, hurry it up. I’d like to dry off before the sun sets.”
“UGH!” Oh wow….I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this truly angry. She was wailing on me like there should be nothing left and I couldn’t help myself, I did the worst possible thing in a situation like this. I laughed.
“You could at least PRETEND to fight me!”
“Would that make you feel better?” The anger growing ever hotter made me do my job and extinguish the flames. Her next swing I caught her hand in mine and firmly held it there causing all of her actions to come to a halt. When her expression showed no signs of forfeiting I did what I always did, soothed her with words. Only this time, for the first time ever, they didn’t seem to reach her. She wasn’t simply angry, I realized she was also hurt making me regret pushing things so far in the first place.
“Ellie, I’m sorry.”
“No you’re not! Not even close! You….you’re such….an asshole Alex!” Fuck, now what have I done? I made her cry.
“Yes, I am. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry woman.”
“Ha! Like I believe you. I h-“
“-don’t. Don’t you dare ever say that to me.”
“I do. I ha-“
“-I’m warn’n you, don’t fucking say it.”
“I. Hate. You.”
“Godammit woman! I frick’n warned you!” I firmly cupped her face in my hands and pressed my lips against hers. I didn’t care what happened next, but I needed her to never say those words to me again. Not ever.
When I pulled away, her eyes were wide and she was panting. She touched her fingers to her lips still staring at me in disbelief.
“Ellie….I-“ Before I could even finish my sentence her lips were on mine, kissing me hungrily and I couldn’t help myself any longer. Her arms wrapped around my neck and I pulled her naked form against my body returning her ever deepening kisses. Our tongues touched and further fueled the sexual tension burning between us.
“More.” She breathed into my mouth as her fingers pulled their way down my chest, over my naval and hooked into my boxers.
“Ellie….a-are you sure this is what you want? You can’t take this back. Do you really wanna waste it on me?” A tender smile filled her face as she brought one hand to my cheek caressing it gently.
“Of course I’m sure. Nothing shared with you is ever a waste Alex. I love you.” Her words broke me, any remaining self-restraint evaporating the moment she said them.
“Ell, you….I…I love you so much.” With that I kissed her more slowly this time but with the same intensity. Her hands tugged at my boxers until they pooled at my ankles making me as naked as she was. She gasped a moment when she felt my erection pressed firmly against her.
“Hey, I won’t hurt you. Let’s just take this slow. Okay?” She nodded and wrapped her arms around my neck once more. We lied down among her precious flowers and as I crawled atop her the beauty of her face rendered me speechless a moment. I think I may have momentarily stopped breathing.
“Goddamn woman.”
“W-What?”
“…you are so incredibly beautiful.” She looked on the verge of tears as I buried my face in her neck, breathing her in. I loved how intoxicating this woman always smelled. As I slowly dragged my lips along her neck and jaw, my name breathily spilled from hers. My hand made its way between her legs and as soon as I caressed her she leaned into my touch. She was more than ready for me but this was our first time and I wanted to savor every moment of it.
It didn’t take long before she was grinding against my hand desperate for more. When I slid a finger inside of her she immediately stopped moving as she exhaled and tensed around my finger.
“D-Did I hurt you?”
“N-No. I was just…surprised, that’s all.” She wasn’t being completely honest. I could always tell. She was trying to put on a brave face in front of me.
“Ellie there’s no rush, we can always-“
“N-No! I’m ready. Really. Just….go really slow and stop if I say stop okay?”
“Of course. Are you sure?”
“Y-Yeah. I trust you.”
“Good.” I smiled before claiming her lips once again as I positioned myself above her. I could feel her body tremble as I slowly lowered my body against hers but the way she was kissing me said it was for all the right reasons. She hesitated a moment when she felt me press against her entrance but took a deep breath and nodded.
“Ready?”
“Y-Yeah, I’m ready.” Elliana was a virgin and for a girl I knew that this experience was a mixture of pleasure and pain. I wanted to make it as painless as possible but I quickly learned it was inevitable. I slowly pushed inside her letting her call the shots but goddamn this felt incredible. She was so hot inside I could barely contain my desire. She winced before scrunching her eyes together making me stop immediately.
“Ell am I hurting you?”
“It’s okay…just…keep going okay?”
“A-Are you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“I-I know. You’re not….really. T-This is just part of the process so…please…don’t stop.” I felt bad as I stared at the discomfort on her face but she was insistent.
“G-Go a little faster, please.” At her request I pushed a little faster and thankfully made it all the way in. Tears dripped from the corners of her eyes but she was laughing and crying at the same time. I will never understand women.
“A-Alex…I…I love you.”
“I love you too Ell, more than you will ever know.”
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Chapter 2
Book 1 of The Gods Children Series
Alexandros/Elliana/Icarus
Gentlemen
“So tell me, what do you intend to do with my daughter Alex?” His smile was kind and pleasant but I knew better. His daughter inherited this frightening trait from him and they were equally terrifying. Especially if you happened to be the one it was directed toward.
“H-Honestly sir, I had no intentions of even telling her.” His eyebrow raised as he sipped his tea. Why was it so hard for everyone to believe that I had no intentions of taking this anywhere? I loved her yes, but that didn’t mean we had to take our relationship in a different direction from where we already comfortably were.
“Your daughter, Sir, is....too beautiful and kind. She’s the kind of woman a man would do anything for. To be on the receiving end of her love would be...an honor for any man. She has already blessed my life just by being in it and for that I will always love her. I don’t want to risk losing her by pursuing her romantically when I already have all I could ever ask for Sir. She’s.....too good for me.” That wasn’t for show or an act. Those were my true feelings. Ellie is too good for anyone in my opinion but that’s not the point. Her Father who was now staring at me intensely seemed taken by surprise at my words. After a few long moments in silence he finally spoke.
“My dear Alex. Since you have so courageously confessed what’s in your heart, I shall do the same in return on this matter.” I couldn’t help but tense in anticipation of what he truly had to say. Before now we never really had a serious one on one so nervous didn’t even come close to describing my apprehension.
“I held you in my arms when you were nothing more than a tiny babe. I watched you grow into a sweet child who always looked out for my little girl and was there for her when I could not be. Now you stand before me, a grown man whose Father should indeed be proud of the son he has raised into a perfect gentleman.” I couldn’t believe my ears. This was Zyglavis, Head Minister of the Department of Punishments right? Who also just so happens to be Ellie’s Father?
“My son, if there indeed was ever a man worthy enough of my daughter’s affection, it would undoubtedly be you.”
“S-Sir? I....umm...” I was too shocked to form proper words which I was well aware of the fact that it was probably making me seem like a complete moron after everything the Minister just said. When he suddenly burst into laughter and walked over to me with a sincere smile, I felt myself finally relax a little. When I stood to face him, I offered him my hand to shake.
“T-Thank you Minister.....I truly am at a loss for words right now.”
“I would imagine so. Not expecting my blessing were you?” He laughed taking my hand and shaking it firmly. It was that moment that the door opened and in walked Ellie, her eyes going wide the moment she saw our exchange.
“Oh? And just what are you two scheming?” Her eyes narrowed suspiciously looking back and forth between the two of us standing side by side. Zyglavis wrapped an arm around my shoulders before replying pleasantly.
“Nothing at all my dear. Alex here just came by to ask for some advice, isn’t that right son?” He smiled at me in a way that gave me no room to do anything other than agree and nod.
“Is that so?” It wouldn’t be Ellie if she wasn’t suspicious. She was extremely perceptive like her Father and getting anything past her was a near impossible feat.
“Anyway, it’s time to go you two. Or are you going to make me wait even longer?” She was pouting which to me was absolutely adorable. Her Father’s expression however said that he felt otherwise.
“Elliana. Need I remind you this is not a trip for pleasure but one of necessity. Though we have agreed to allow both of you to accompany us there are most certainly rules that shall be unquestioningly followed. Is that understood young lady?”
“Daddy I-”
“-IS that understood?”
“Ugh....yes Daddy.” She gave me one of those ‘yeah right’ looks that meant we were almost certainly going to get in trouble somehow. Considering everything the Minister just said to me, I somehow felt guilty at the thought of doing something that went against what he said. I still had no intention of telling Ellie how I feel, but just knowing her Father deemed me worthy enough for her was all the compliment I ever needed.
Once we arrived we were immediately surprised that this was the infamous mansion. It was so beautiful and lavish that it was hard to imagine why any of them would want to stay away from here.
“Wow. This place is amazing!” Ellie’s eyes were nearly popping out of her head as she walked around taking everything in.
“Don't touch anything, you’ll probably break it.” I teased her earning a punch to my arm. After a tour and rundown about where we were allowed to go and not to go within the mansion, Elliana asked the million dollar question.
“So when do we get to go out and see Earth?” Our Father’s exchanged a troubled look before The Minister’s face turned stern and addressed his daughter’s question with uncomfortable seriousness.
“I’m afraid that is out of the question.”
“What?” Oh boy, here it comes. She rarely made that face let alone directed it at her Father.
“It isn’t safe.” My Father replied rescuing Zyglavis from his daughter’s impending wrath.
“I’m pretty sure Alex is more than capable of keeping me safe if that’s what you are worried about.”
“Elliana, it’s not that simple. While on Earth you are going to experience changes.”
“What sort of changes?” I asked now feeling concerned for her well being.
“Relax son, it’s nothn’ to get worked up over. You two are going to slowly feel drained though.” Ellie and I exchanged a look of shock that such a thing could happen to a god.
“Precisely why I informed you earlier of the rules the two of you will undisputedly follow. You are not to leave the grounds under any condition. While it cannot be fully prevented, the changes you will experience will be far less while you stay on the premises. The King has surrounded the area with a divine shield that protects us from the vast majority of the Earth’s impurities. That is not to say that it is the only danger of being present on Earth. There are a great number of things that you are not aware of and we wish for it to remain as such.” From Elliana’s now serious and slightly worried expression it was safe to say she was reconsidering her rebelliousness of sneaking out anyway. I knew her all too well.
“So what’s gonna happen to us exactly while we’re here?” I asked hoping to put her at ease a little.
“It is as your Father said. The impurities of Earth slowly eat away at your divine energy which will leave you feeling drained and quite possibly exhausted after an extended period of time. As we are currently unaware of the length of time that we are required to be here there is a good chance you will experience this phenomenon. At such time you will be required to ingest human food and sleep. That will help replenish your energy.” Ellie and I exchange a look of surprise as neither of us have slept since we were children. It didn’t escape me the way my Dad looked between the pair of us, smirking a very brief moment.
“Does that mean we can’t even go outside?” Ellie asked looking more and more disheartened by the moment. Sensing this, the Minister loosens the reins a bit and smiled.
“You may venture outside as long as you stay on the grounds. That being said, there is quite a bit of land this mansion sits upon. You are free to explore but I would prefer for you not to be out past dark until you are more familiar with your surroundings.” Finally, an enormous smile stretches across her heavenly face making my heart race. I do my best to quiet it and remain stoic as she turns to face me.
“Alex can we go right now? Please?” When she looks at me like that I can’t deny her anything. I wonder if she realizes how truly beautiful she actually is. However, I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t give her a little shit for it first.
“Hmm. I dunno. Seems awfully boring, I think I’ll stay behind and finish my book I was reading.” Pfffft, there it is. That angry, vengeful look I adore so much.
“Damn woman, quit glaring at me like that. You’re making my face hurt.” Pretending to be none too pleased I allow her to take me by the hand and lead me on some crazy adventure.
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