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The tattoos I create for my clients are individually unique, a reflection of their heritage, beliefs and cultural background. My work is predominantly intricate patterned based geometric work.

Heritage Court, 8-10 Sampson Street

London, E1W 1NA

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[toshidou]

The 141, except it's a Tattoo and Piercing studio, owned and ran by John Price. He bought the shop when he was 20, taking the dilapidated building from an eyesore, to one of the most reputable and famous tattoo parlours in the UK.

His team is small, but curated by John himself, and he prides himself on the talent he's secured over the nearly 20 years he's owned his shop. People don't just flock to the 141 for his longstanding passion and expertise in tattooing, nor for his flawless execution of designing perfect thought out sleeves. They come for his team, too.

There's his longest working, and most popular artist, Ghost. Known for his mysterious appearance and personality just as much as his work. A master of both the new school tattoo style, and more modern takes on needlework, he'll tirelessly work to make sure every piece of work he tattoos is unique. His art focuses more on the macabre, often showcasing the weird and the wonderful on his socials, when he does eventually post.

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish got his name because of his clean lines and flawless technique, a master of fine line and delicate tattoos, not that his appearance gives that away. Covered in both ink and piercings, topped off with an electric blue mohawk, he's a sight to behold, but don't let his looks distract you from his sheer talent. He's known for being the most energetic artist in the 141, more than happy to chin wag with his clients for the full duration of their tattoo. Yet despite talking non-stop, his work remains entirely flawless.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick started out as Price's apprentice, struggling through college and debilitating art block when Price found his art displayed at his university's gallery. John took him under his wing, and with his help, he mastered the art of hyper-realistic tattoos. Some of his clients travel across the globe just to get his work on their skin, trusting no one but him to give them the perfect tattoo.

Farah Karim is the most recent addition, but a valuable one at that. Specialising in mandala, and geometric designs, Farah creates works of art that border on spiritual. She prides herself on her precision needle work, and steady hand, known for more often than not free-handing her tattoos with no stencil. Her dot shading and line work is pixel perfect, and she'll stand for nothing less than the very best for each and every one of her clients.

Gary "Roach" Sanderson is the studio's resident piercer. He might be quiet, but he has a long list of loyal customers who come to him, and only him to get pierced. He makes his own jewellery, spending hours fashioning unique and gorgeous designs out of titanium and gems. No one creates jewellery like him, meaning his books are full years to come.

Between them all, they create a studio full to the brim with creative ideas and inspiration, never running dry of the passion they hold for the work they do. Which is a good thing, considering their list of clientele only continues to skyrocket higher and higher.

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[loveselenade]

Madoka 1.5

Since I’m watching PMMM for the first time (with a lot of it spoiled due socmed lol), I figured it’d be fun to write my thoughts so far, 1.5 episodes in. It goes without saying, but don't send me any further spoilers, as this is only fun if I can manage to remain as ignorant as I am now.

Things I knew before hand:

-Kyubey is a bastard.

-It has Shinbo Akiyuki's artistic sensibilities all over it (reason I started watching, tho I'm unclear what exactly his involvement in this is lol). Also, Urobuchi Gen is the main writer for this lol

-Madoka dies.

-Madoka is the paragon of good.

-Lesbian Satan.

-Homura has catholic guilt??

-Someone's backstory involves a brother or something.

-Guns

-Time loop.

-Jewel seeds but evil (this only makes sense if you've watched Nanoha, sorry lol)

-Witches

-Madoka saved a cat

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Illusory motion.

[image id: top view of a monochromatic, distorted staircase that looks like a spiral.]

An upwards climb or a downward spiral? The irregular curving of the stories and the pattern alternance sure makes it look like it's spiraling inward. As our lace curtain lifts so the play can begin, this is our first look at the kind of world that awaits us.

[image id: gif showing a close up to Madoka's legs and then a panoramic top view as she runs through a monochromatic hallway with a chessboard pattern]

I don’t have a lot to say about the witches’ labyrinths yet, but I’m always a sucker for dreamscapes (I loved them dearly in Flip Flappers, where they had the incredible work of Studio Pablo strengthening the storybook look), and I’m assuming the labyrinths symbolize something about the interiority or the difficulties the witch in question faced. I don’t have a lot to go by with the two labyrinths in episode one, but I did love the glimpse of the one we get in the opening sequence. I love the effect that it creates when alternating between panoramic shots or extreme close-ups to Madoka’s legs and back as she runs—respectively making her look too small against this overwhelming set piece or claustrophobically trapped in her impotence. As the camera moves along, there’s a sensation that the different patterns in the floors are moving. Because of the way we perceive depth via ascertaining the apparent parallelism or convergence of lines and value/color contrast, among other things, the pattern alternance in this monochrome set piece creates illusions of either motion or that each row is a step more elevated than the other. It’s a properly trippy place. I enjoy it. The straight white for the lighting and tiles creates an artificial and alienating atmosphere. The uniformity of its looks is disorienting. Is Madoka going the right way?  It’s really a fantastic introduction to the world of Madoka Magica.

The path you must follow has been prepared for you.

[image id: A green, flourescent exit sign is centered in the screen, hanging above a dark path framed by silver chain fence]

Despite the disorienting feeling, Madoka follows mostly straight paths and there's a clearly labeled, correct exit. This brings to mind the predetermined paths present in Revolutionary Girl Utena's imagery.

Additionally, I find the way Madoka’s run is boarded reminiscent to Utena’s chase after Anthy in Adolescence of Utena:

[image id: gif showing a panoramic view of of landscape shwoered in sunset lighting and red, square pillars towering over the space. Utena, looking tiny, runs further into the place.]

[Image id: gif showing a top down view of a long monochromatic corridor with chessboard pattern that Madoka, a mere pink dot in the screen, crosses running. The corridor is right in the middle of the screen and surrounded by different equally black and white mandalas that turn slightly.]

We get panoramic overhead shots emphasizing the disorienting, geometrical maze and the impotence of our heroines' tiny figure against them.

Before reaching their destination, they both cross a stairs-bridges of sorts; Utena, towards the dueling arena where Anthy waits for her to continue the dueling cycle with Utena as champion; Madoka, towards the foyer where she can find her exit to where Homura is struggling against another hopeless, fighting cycle, one which Madoka choses to perpetuate when making a contract with Kyubey…

[Image ids:

The image to the left shows shows a stich of two Adolescence of Utena's screenshots: the one on top showing Utena crossing a bridge; due the top down angle and the inclination of the bridge, the planks on the bridge look like stairwells. The image on the bottom shows Utena crossing the bridge against the creamy, pinkish sunset sky. The bridge railing is shown a black silhoutte in the foreground.

The image to the right is a stich of two monocrohmatic Madoka Magika episode one screenshots: the on the the top shows Madoka crossing a corridor, the foreground is dominated by abstract geometric shapes. The one on the bottom shows Madoka going up an ample stair well, and the surrounding walls have a similar geometric patterning.]

Absolute Reality.

[Image id: Predominantly black and white screenshot showing a dark tree on the foreground and black debri flyaing around. A little to the right of the middle line stands Madoka, with Kyubey sitting on top of some fallen pillar. The subtittles are Madoka's dialogue and read: "Can I really do something to help?"]

The offer that tempts Madoka into a contract is the promise of agency. She can’t stand the reality where there is nothing she can do, thus it's the promise she does actually have power to influence the narrative and help others and stop their suffering what Kyubey dangles in front of her. Madoka feels deeply moved by the pain of others and has a strong empathetic response that makes it very easy for her to be preyed upon by our resident ugly cat here. It’s detrimental to her. Maybe Homura has a point in reversing her wish to be the divine embodiment of Goodness. 

It’s then interesting that she expresses disappointment upon waking up not only in the premiere but in episode 02, as well. Her waking up animation might as well become bank during this introductory arc (I’m betting it does, can’t wait to be wrong). When confronted with the thought the world her senpai Mami introduced to her, one of great danger but also apparently fulfilling and actualizing, Madoka expresses disappointment. Even though she has a happy, easygoing life full of friends and family that love her and that she loves in return, there is something else she is looking for.

Confronting your own humble plainness again.

[Image id: Screenshot of Madoka's room dimly lit. Madoka is drawn towards the bottom left edge, hunching and hugging her huge body plush with a beleagered expression.]

Appearances, facades.

Trained confidence. 

[Image id: Screenshot showing makeup labelled with numbers, as if to indicate the order of steps.]

Following Madoka’s "dream", we learn about her homelife anchored around her interactions with her mother as they talk about the love lives of the people around Madoka, contrasted to Madoka's own assertion that no one has an eye on her. Their whole bathroom conversation could be characterized as "girl talk": they go on about love and the need to maintain an appealing image as means to reach it. I could easily accuse this scene of being sexist (and it did rub me the wrong way initially), but the dialogue is naturalistic enough to paint a trusting, warm bond between mother and daughter; plus the repetition of the make-up motif in the second episode while interspersed with Mami's explanation draws attention to themes of appearance and desire.

A remark that can easily be taken as reinforcing gender essentialism lol

[Image id: Screenshot showing the sinks at the foreground barely visible at the bottom edge, with Madoka and her mother in front of them. Madoka is holding her red ribbons with her left hand hesitantly, while her mother has her hands over her hips, talkig matter-of-factly: "A woman's appearance is the one thing she can't afford to get looked down at."]

The contrast in the way mother and daughter carry themselves is apparent. When Madoka relays her reports about her homeroom teacher's love life, her more experienced mother offers keen observations about the possible state of the relationship. Where Madoka takes things at face value, her mother can see deeper. The same applies to the image they project to the world— where her mother has a set (numbered) method to achieve her ideal image, Madoka fumbles and fusses about her ribbon choice and not being seen as too much. The frame pan showcasing the end result has Madoka standing timidly with her hands folded over her lap and her back reflection shown in three different angles in the background mirrors, as if she's being thoroughly scrutinized. While her mother confidently observes her reflection in the mirror, Madoka shrinks at being observed.

[Image id: Screenshot showing Madoka in the middle with a dopey and hesitant expression and her arms drawn close. Her reflections are shown in the mirrors in the background.]

I can't say that Madoka’s self-confidence is worryingly low given what we’ve been presented with—while she lacks the self-assurance her mother possesses, she doesn’t seem particularly self-deprecating. While her affirmation that no one looks her way reflects that self-consciousness, Madoka doesn't further put herself down. Instead, it could simply be that she's a teenager only now discovering her identity, what she's comfortable with, what she wants and what place can she carve for herself in this world. Her mother advises her to train the image and behaviors of someone confident as a first step to grow more certain of herself. The scene places emphasis on the process of purposefully building the image you project, which becomes relevant as episode two's layouts play with a reflection motif around talks of desire. 

While thinking back on Kyubey’s proposal of granting them one wish in exchange of risking their lives, Madoka ponders about what she wants. Her waffling contrasts to her mother’s immediate, cutting  response concerning pragmatic concerns from her work life when Madoka echoes the question to her. Although, of course, her mother lacks the whole context that makes the decision heightened, Madoka’s roof talk with Kyubey and Sayaka reinforces that there isn’t anything she wishes for that strongly. Yet. 

Additionally, when Madoka proposes a bigger ambition to her mother (“Wouldn’t you rather become CEO yourself?”), the image her mother projects into the mirror changes drastically into a more fierce and dangerous look, complete with the repetition of her labeled make-up symbol. This ties a connection between the image people project and what they desire. And just like Madoka has a rather inhibited persona, so do her desires appear mild.

This takes us to Mami, their helpful senpai.

A slightly distorted image seen from below the glass table totally screams trustworthy.

[Image ID: Screenshot of Mami drawn in a low angle, showing her sitting with her legs neatly folded under her backside and her hands resting on her lap. Despite the sunset light filtering through the windows, she's very dimly lit. Most of her image, from the waist up, is shown slightly distorted as its filtered through the glass of the table. The table legs curve outwards and frame her the image in a strange way. The subtitles present her offer: "You should see for yourself what it's like to do battle with witches."]

Knowing the spoilers that Homura is trying to save Madoka from death via time loops and preventing her from forming a contract with Kyubey has an interesting effect— that is, it casts suspicion over other characters. Mami is the helpful senpai that shows up in the nick of time to save them from the witch, heals Kyubey, explains the situation to them and even promises to protect them from Homura at school. She also offers to show them the fieldwork so they can make up their mind about whether to become contracted! The earlier, careful portrayal around purposeful appearances and the reflection motif repeating during their talk can’t be coincidence. Clearly, she wants to be seen as someone who’s dependable, and whether this has more sinister implications or is stemming from personal wishes is unclear to me yet. Mami feels more like Kyubey’s sales associate than anything else. “You can come observe” it’s the pitch you give someone unsure whether to join a club so you can lure them further in. She’s encouraging them to take on a responsibility that can have rather grim outcomes, despite her early assertion that magical girls don’t necessarily work together to reap the rewards of fighting witches—a statement that further reinforces the narrative of Homura as an antagonistic force to our young heroines. Mami either is very upstanding and thinks it’s a duty they should take on since they were chosen or there is something deeply fishy going on here.

For all intents and purposes, Mami is a completely separate entity to our young heroines, not unlike Homura. She’s the one who’s a magical girl already, they’re the uninitiated. They sit on the same side of the table, opposite to her. This shot emphasizes their separation through the black leg of that foreground furniture.

There’s clearly a lot we don’t know about her.

[Image id: screenshot showing Mami's living room. There's sunset light still filtering in, but the room is mostly dimly lit. Mami is on the side of the wall, so she's in the shade. They're sitting at the table, Madoka and Sayaka together on the same side and visually opposite to Mami. The black legs of a furniture are shown in the foreground, creating a strong visual barrier between Mami and her juniors.]

Isn’t it just so fun how this reflection shot obscures her face? Like she’s covering it with her hands in sorrow. Seems charged that it coincides with her explanation about witches causing suicide and murder, does she know of someone who was a victim of them? OR better yet, someone who became One?

I know that magical girls become witches in this series, which also poses interesting possibilities…

[Image id: Screenshot showing Mami's lap with her hands resting on top of it as she sits in front of the table. Because of the top angle, the reflection of her face shows dimly on the glass table. Her face overlaps her hands. The subtitles read: Many of the inexplicable suivides and murders that occur..."]

Are my suspicions on Mami’s intentions totally off-mark? I have no idea, but it’s incredibly fun to doubt her  lol

Speaking of despair lore, I usually raise my eyebrow—think it’s full of shit— when there’s worldbuilding that links suicide and violence to supernatural entities; it’s a run-of-the-mill battle shonen explanation, Noragami also uses it with Ayakashi as amalgamation of negative feelings and energy from the people of the places they haunt. Now, this could still work on an allegorical sense of how oppressive environments lead to such emotional outcomes, since most stories don’t engage with the structural causes of such problems… It can be that, or end up attributing a metaphysical cause as the source of all darkness without even so much extending understanding and sympathy to the people who suffer from it. Where does Madoka Magica fall, I wonder…

Blessed fools.

A pained smile framed behind by bars, a surefire sign that someone isn’t totally trapped. 

[Image ID: Screenshot showing Sakaya's back with her face turned in profile towards the right. She's smiling ambigously and her right hand is holding to the white chain wall that dominates the background against the bright daylight sky. The subtittles read: "Well... Maybe the pair of us are just fools?"]

Given our young heroines lack of direction, ardent ambitions or anguishing desires, Sayaka muses that perhaps the fact they don’t have anything they’d die for is a sign they’re blessed fools. This rings true for Madoka. She’s a happy kid with a supportive family and friends. Despite her longing for something more—her own agency? confidence? Romantic love?—, there doesn’t seem to be anything that is making her actively miserable. Her mild adolescent ennui is not necessarily something pernicious and would’ve likely resolved itself as she experienced and tackled more challenges in her life with the guidance and support of her family. This whole business paints more ill-fated for her (and I mean, I know it is. What a tragedy, hers).

But is this true for Sayaka? This brief shot with its ominous red sky and its bedridden figure shrouded in darkness begs to differ… The fact she feels guilty over being chosen, thinking there’s people who’d make use of a miracle much better than them makes me think it’s rather someone she knows… Is this her motivation to get into Kyubey’s magical girl agency? I don’t have a lot to go by…

[Image ID: Screenshot representing a short-haired person in bed shown facing right . Most of the shapes are represented as black silhouttes, sans the translucent curtains and the ominous red sky framed by the window. The subtittles read "We've been so blessed.."]

Sayaka and homoeroticism.

Welcome back, Shinohara Wakaba. 

[Image id: Screenshot showing Madoka, Sayaka and their irrelevant friend Hitomi at the park. Sayaka is hugging a slouching Madoka from the back, saying "You must be my bride, Madoka!".]

The Girl Talk in episode one continues as we follow Madoka’s commute to school with her two friends: the blue one, the to-be Magical Girl, Sayaka and this one random girl that I'm surprised it's even there. The banter and physicality to Sayaka and Madoka’s interactions is fun and warm, selling their chemistry as friends. And near the end, Sayaka playfully proclaims Madoka must be with her, which immediately brought to mind Revolutionary Girl Utena’s Shinohara Wakaba's own ambiguous, very physically affectionate date-play with Utena. 

Rather than being a maiden in the sidelines, however, Sayaka is positioned as Madoka’s protector against Homura. Given Homura is fighting to be Madoka’s silent protector herself, this is unbelievably funny to me. When Madoka finds Homura's staring off-putting during P.E., she hides behind Sayaka. When Madoka— with Kyubey in her arms— is alone facing the inscrutable, darkness-shrouded, threatening Homura, the one who shows up to save her is Sayaka. When they're alone within the creepy labyrinth, Sayaka protectively embraces Madoka. When Madoka is worried that Homura might try to attack them at school, Sayaka offers to punch Homura. This antagonistic placing of Madoka's two protectors is hilarious, and I'm curious to see if the dynamic fizzles out as we delve into Sayaka's innermost wishes and struggles or if the tension will boil over into something interesting.

'Get behind me, Madoka! I got the fire extinguisher!' 

Such a hilarious way to break the tension.

[Image id: Screenshot showing Madoka and Sayaka in a dark parking lot, with most of the background shrouded in shadows. Sayaka is holding a fire extinguisher that she's shooting towards the left, and Madoka stands behind her, holding Kyubey.]

Even their sitting order in class positions Madoka behind Sayaka lmao Does Sayaka have a thing for Madoka or just a hero complex? 

[Image ID: Screenshot showing Madoka and Sayaka sitting in their classrooom. Sayaka is shown sitting a row in front of Madoka, a column to the left. Madoka is holding Kyubey in her arms. The subtittles read: "If she tries anything on you, I'll punch her lights out!"]

The show acknowledges the homoeroticism between the two in a tongue-in-cheek manner during their commute in episode 2, when their normie friend feels put off by the apparent intimacy of their silent (telepathic) communication:

"You've been staring so intently into each other's eyes… What on earth did you do after I left yesterday?!"

This girl is too homophobic to become a magical girl, smh. 

[Image ID: Screenshot showing Sayaka, Madoka and their friend Hitomi drawn in profile at the park. Sayaka and Madoka are positioned on the left side of the screen, with a tree in the background subtly serving as visual barrier between Madoka and Sayaka. Madoka is slouched and halfheartedly reaching to Hitomi. Hitomi is positioned on the right side of the screen, with her hand to her heart and running towards the left. Her dialogue reads: "Don't you see that it's a love that can never beeee?!"]

Madoka points out that their normie friend's remarks sound a lot like what Sayaka tells to her on a regular basis, lending credence to my Wakaba comparison lol This gag could simply be an acknowledgement of the charged homoeroticism present in the series, but it still amuses me so far a lot of it has circled around Sayaka and Madoka. 

Akemi Homura

Her soundless, despaired scream as she catches sight of Madoka with Kyubey was so cinematic ❤️

[Image id: gif showing a zoom out of Homura's face as she screams. She's resting on a tree branch that's represented as a black silhouette, with debris floating around represented in the same way.]

Speaking of homoeroticism, it's time to talk about Homura. I actually felt a little sad that I already know about her motivations because she's so incredibly off-putting, I'd have had a lot of fun speculating about the meaning of her actions, the way she's framed and the meticulous way her micro expressions are portrayed. However, it's not like there isn't still some room to have fun reading into them. She enters the picture via the classic transfer student trope. From her introduction alone, she creates an awkward atmosphere with the way the standoffish silence lingers due her laconicism. 

Despite her aloof demeanor, and in pure transfer-student fashion, Homura still stands out both in academics and physical feats (she even breaks the regional high jump record lol!); as such garners the attention of her peers. Nonetheless, she couldn't be more uninterested in them, as the one she can't keep her eyes off is Madoka. Her taciturn, blank-faced and cutting demeanor can paint her staring as downright aggressive. This is further reinforced by being color coded with the darkest values in the cast so far: black and purple are her signature colors, classic villain palette. 

Her conversation with Madoka as she rehashes the "could you show me where the infirmary is" routine is the big standout of hers in episode one —the tropey nature of this encounter makes it very easy to imagine how their first interactions went down the first time—. The low angle that emphasizes her head tilt and the accentuated shadows on her face and body make her look haughty and intimidating.

She's literally staring down Madoka lol Worth noting this same framing is repeated as she warns Madoka in a few minutes, complete with rotating animation for gravitas, contributing to Homura's bad vibes. 

[Image ID: Screenshot showing Homura's face and shoulders slightly turned to the right side of the screen. The right side of her face is heavily shadowed and so are her shoulders. She's looking down on the viewer. Her dialogue reads: "May I ask you to accompany me?"]

While one could think that the reason she approached Madoka was to issue her warning, I'm actually not that certain. It could be due the way her anguished reactions to being around Madoka make her look quite erratic as she tortures herself with these distorted echoes of her memories—but I also have to point out the abrupt way she brings the interaction to a halt, stomping and suddenly turning. The way she behaves through the whole interaction feels quite impulsive, which gave me the impression of Homura purposefully trying to recreate the past (whether out of indulgence or to torture herself, I'm not really sure).

It's really fun the way this obscured close-up to her profile hiding her eyes— making it difficult to parse her emotions— paired to how the next highlighted extreme close-ups have her clenching her teeth led credence to the "Homura is a hostile party" narrative. Personally, the timing is what gets me. She reacts deeply upset to the fact Madoka politely yet impersonally addresses her as "Akemi-san" lol This girl was in the trenches. 

[Image ID: Screenshot showing Homura's shadowed profile facing left. She is holding her face up, seemingly imperious and her mouth is tightly shut.]

The way the timing makes it seem like she's really pissed at Madoka’s remark that her name is weird + subsequent fumbling is very funny lol I wouldn't say she's not upset from it, but mostly in the "it's painful to be around you" way. 

[Image ID: Screenshot showing a extreme close up to Homura's clenched mouth, as she lowers her face. There's heavy shading on the left side of her face and lens flare coming from the right side of her face.]

There's a lot of natural verticals in the panels of their classrooms and the windows they transverse that create visual divisions between the two. I found it particularly noteworthy that while there's a natural sense of distance and awkwardness between the them, Homura is the one who accentuates it and fully brings herself to the other side of the threshold when she suddenly skips forward ahead from Madoka. The idea she's intentionally cultivating a distance between the two is very intriguing and appealing…

[Image ID: Screenshot showing Homura and Madoka facing left as they walk through the corridor with blue window panes. There's a particular wide vertical division in between Madoka and Homura, placed more or less in the middle of the screen. Homura is on the left side of the screen, but closer to the blue vertical division. Madoka is falling behind, with more white space between her and the middle.]

Their sitting order reinforces this idea, situating Homura all the way to the front, completely out of reach. 

[Image ID: Screenshot showing Homura sitting in the front row, looking back at Madoka's seat.]

They look fully at odds with each other thanks to the high contrast between the bright windows and the shaded frames. The dark values to their visual barriers fully bring out the tension brought by Homura's sudden halt-and-turn as she issues her warning. Homura is framed as thoroughly oppositional to Madoka, and she herself doesn't bother to correct any misunderstandings. It's pretty interesting she's fine with being vilified if it might grant her any slight chance to get what she wants.

[Image ID: screenshot showing Homura and Madoka drawn in a symmetrical composition, separated visually by the regular window panes. Homura is drawn towards the left edge of the screen, facing right and standing imperiously. Madoka is drawn on the right side of the screen, towards the edge as well, slightly slouched and in a timid pose. Subtittles show Madoka's dialogue: "Yes, really! I couldn't lie about that."]

Homura's dead-eyed ominous warning vs Mami's personable, smiling offer of support, fight!  But this is truly why I can't trust Mami lol Should you really be tacitly encouraging them, Yellow Senpai? A cutting warning really seems more befitting here…

[Image ID: Extreme close up to Homura's blank left eye with the right side of her face being heavily shaded. The subtittles read: "Because if you do, you will end up losing all of those things.]  

Odd ends. 

There's a lot of small gestures that really bring out charm to the interactions and feelings, but if I pointed out absolutely everything, I'd never finish this lol 

There's one thing from the Madoka-wakes-up Bank I do want to point out, though: the odd feeling Madoka’s head turn with the hard shading gives me. Now, I know it's a Shaft™ thing, I've watched another TV series directed by Shinbo that was produced there and I've heard of it. But I still find the timing peculiar— after the opening sequence with her running to the rooftop in episode one and the brief recap with Mami's transformation in the second, just before she wakes up. Of course, this reinforces that sense of being at the verge of waking up from an odd dream, which Madoka fully believes, but it can also get a sense of deja vu. Typically, one would assume that Madoka’s run towards the rooftop is a glimpse to an event that will happen later down the line. But given the nature of this being a time loop and Homura's insistence on preventing Madoka’s death via preventing her contract altogether, which it's implied to happen in that sequence, I don't think there isn't any reason to think that it's not something that didn't already happen. If this ends up being the case, I'm curious how that'd affect further loops.

Tell me your secrets, you pink little one. 

[Screenshot showing a extreme close up to Madoka's eyes facing towards the left. Her face is drawn almost facing front, leaning towards the right. There's heavy shading on her face and a black background.]

Expectations for the rest of the introductory arc:

-Second half of episode 2 will end in a cliffhanger that'll destabilize routine while they fight a new witch. 

-Said cliffhanger will involve Mami (I HOPE IT DOES). I'm suspicious of her and hope she does something terrible, but I think it's equally, if not more, likely that something terrible happens to Her lol

-🤷🏻‍♂️

Hmm that's it. I'm not very good at imagining scenarios lol 

I'm also half-expecting to be wrong about nothing making Madoka miserable, mostly because I've been obsessing over Takamachi Nanoha, another seemingly well-loved, normal kid who turned out to have Important Baggage lol

#pmmm #puella magi madoka magica #madoka kaname #Homura Akemi #Sayaka pmmm #Mami pmmm #so this post made me discover that the image limit is 30 pictures LMFAO #anyway i'm dead and i'm tired. I get it now. I need to save a back up of my file and images and write the img ids as i go #i'm dead #long post #like extremely long post #Mami Tomoe

[rachalixie]

diwali with chan

a/n: happy diwali my lovelies! this is me passing my love on to my fellow desi stays, but of course anyone is welcome to read! if you want to read up more on diwali, please do, it’s a beautiful holiday.

when you wake up, chris is out of bed and the spot next to you is not warm anymore; he’s been gone for a while. you frown, knowing that he needs the sleep and not at all pleased that he woke up early to get a jump start on his work today. 

you’re slow to brush your teeth and wash your face, giving him the opportunity to hear that you’re awake. you’re giving him time to prepare whatever excuse he’s going to use to defend himself before you drag him back to bed for another couple of hours.

you walk quietly through the house though, toes light on the stairs as you creep down. you want to catch him off guard. 

he ends up catching you off guard, though. 

when you find him, he’s cross legged on the floor of the foyer, face and hands stained with colored powder and eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration. he’s created spirals of gold and silver, dots and flushes of colored rice in between, a perfectly messy melody of powders and diyas forming a pretty mandala right on the floor. he’s doing rangoli?

then it hits you - it’s diwali. 

you take in the scene with a fondness that threatens to tear you open from the inside - you had resolved to forget this holiday, not being able to get enough time off of work to go visit your family. when you would think about seeing your dad and hugging him, or tasting your mom’s home cooked food, your eyes would sting in homesickness. but seeing him here, putting this together for you while he thinks you’re asleep so you have it to wake up to? it means more to you than you can put into words. you feel none of the soreness you thought you would, just a floaty happiness that leaves you light and airy.

“you want to light the candles?” he says, throwing you out of your dazed thoughts and holding up a lighter in his hand. you didn’t know that he had realized you were there, you were too busy taking in his handiwork and the way his hands flowed in the morning light. you smile wide and nod, taking the lighter from him and kneeling, your body pressed against his as you slowly light the diyas.

“you did this all for me?” you ask, meeting his eyes after taking in the final product that he had let you put the finishing touches on. “it looks perfect.”

“not only this,” he says, standing and pulling you up along with him with both hands. “i made some kheer! i don’t know if i made it right, but it tastes kind of like what your mom’s did when she sent it last year.”

if you weren’t already in love with this boy, you sure would be now. 

if you weren’t already in love with this boy, you sure would be now. 

the rest of the day follows in kind; he reveals that he took the day off of work, ready to spend the whole day in your company. you tease each other playfully as you light candles all over the house, in the windows and doorways and outside on the porch steps. he tears up with you when you call your parents to wish them a good holiday. later that night, you’re both curled up on your couch watching kabhi khushi kabhi gham (his choice) when he sits up, almost knocking you over in his excitement. 

“i almost forgot! i bought us sparklers!” he says, voice giddy and eyes bright. “let’s go outside!”

“chris,” you whine, content in your pajamas and warm under a blanket you had both been sharing before he bounced up. “i don’t want to.”

“you have to,” he orders, crossing his arms and pouting in the way he knows you can’t resist. sure enough, you follow through, getting up with an eye roll. you can’t help but laugh at his excitement; even though he’s making you get up, it’s still so sweet how happy he is to do these things for you. 

he leads you into your backyard, onto the small gazebo he built there for you, the perfect view of the sea of stars above you showering you in light from the open top. he hands you a sparkler, lighting his and touching the tip of his to yours so it could light too. 

you have fun making shapes with the crackling lights, taking silly boomerangs of each other to save and look at on a rainy day. in the light of the sparklers in your hands, his face glows bright, eyes shining brighter than the moon above you. he’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever laid your eyes on. 

“y/n,” he takes your hand once the last sparkler fizzles out, eyes down as he rubs his thumb across your knuckles. “i’ve been practicing something, just for you. don’t laugh, okay?”

“chris?” you say, suddenly nervous at his shift from playful to timid. he’s been happy and confident all day - what could he possibly have done that would make him nervous now?

“just, listen.” he says, taking a deep breath. he clears his throat before a soft melody parts from his lips, dancing through the night air to you. “teri nazaron ne dil ka kiya joh hashar, asar yeh hua.”

you drop his hand in shock, pressing both palms to your face instead to hide. you’re beyond overwhelmed, and he hasn’t even made it past one line of this song that you told him you loved, years ago. it doesn’t matter that there’s no music behind his vocals, the raw emotion you hear in his voice backs it just fine. 

“ab in mein hi doob ke ho jaon paar, yehi hai dua,” he continues, gently taking your hands away so he could look right into your eyes. 

you choke out a sob, tears streaming down your face. you’re more overwhelmed than you thought you could ever be, in the best way possible. his pronunciation of the words is perfect, each syllable showing the care that he put into rehearsing this for you. 

“aankhon mein teri, ajab si ajab si adayein hai,” he finishes, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead before tucking you into his chest. 

you realize why you didn’t feel homesick on diwali this year. it’s because he is your home, now. 

—

soft hours

the translation of the song chris sings: your eyes created such a feeling in my heart, that all I wish for now is to drown in them. there’s  something special in your eyes. 

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[nikolai-alexi]

Jegulus Headcanon Mini Fic #1/?

Regulus loves watching James apply Mehndi.

He loves the way James’ face screws up in concentration; loves watching his hands expertly swirling and dotting the dark ink onto his skin with the delicate applicator pen; loves the way the fact that James creates abstract designs with so much emotion; and most of all he loves that James has shared this part of himself with Regulus.

James has always been the most secretive open book. He gives the perfect pieces of himself away to everyone freely; his smile, his laugh, his humour, and his love. But he hides more of himself away than he shows. The darker, imperfect, breakable parts of himself he keeps under a tight wrap. The world around him can reject his love, ignore his smile, and not laugh at his jokes without hurting him. Regulus isn’t sure when exactly James started hiding his art; when he started moving his henna away from the outside world on his hands and started hiding it underneath his trouser legs and socks, but he certainly has an idea of why James would keep it locked tight to his chest and guard it fiercely. The world is a rotten place and tries to smother beauty in all forms. Merlin help the sorry son of a bitch who ever tried to smother James’ beauty should Regulus ever get his hands on them.

So it comes as quite the surprise when, as their combined groups are all sitting around the lake, James reaches into his bag for his henna pen and looks at Regulus with a grin, “Can I?”

He’s not even really sure what James is asking, but he’ll give him the world if that’s what he asked, there’s really no thinking involved before he’s telling James yes. It doesn’t really click in his brain until James has rolled up Regulus’ left sleeve to his elbow, placed his forearm on his lap, and hunched over the way he always does when he does his own mehndi and sets to work. They’ve nowhere to be, the lot of them have finished the last of their exams and most everyone, excluding Barty and Sirius, have already packed their trunks in preparation for the summer. The weather in Scotland seems to be in their favour for once, and half of their misfit group seems to be asleep in the warm sunlight. It’s a peaceful sort of quiet between them all

The first touch of ink to his skin is cold. It makes him jump just a bit before he settles. James draws a broken line straight down the centre of his arm, from the inside of his elbow to the start of his palm, and begins his meticulous process of creating some of the most intricate and beautiful art he’s ever seen. The ink is vibrant in a way Regulus doesn’t expect against his pale skin compared to James’ much darker complexion. On James, the ink seeps deep into his skin, a beautiful red hue left behind when it dries and falls away. On Regulus, the ink is on such a pale canvas of skin, he’s sure it will look like someone’s taken an ink quill to him with how dark it is.

Admittedly, he’s paying far less attention to what James is drawing in favour of just watching him and his hands work a type magic he’ll never truly understand the significance behind, despite his many hours of research and observations since moving to the Potter’s residence last April. If he had been paying any attention to what James was doing for the last several hours, he likely wouldn’t have had such an intense reaction to seeing it. Among the myriad perfectly placed dots of ink, the laid lines connecting into mandalas, and the swooping and swirling spirals, rests a sun and a moon.

The moon is lower on his arm, resting just above his wrist in the first break of the line down the centre. It’s half crescent shape swoops and connects at its tips, continuing the line with no trace of it ever stopping. The craters are created by varying deposits of ink, some filled in solid, others with small swirls inside them, and others made into flowers. There is a lot of negative space on this end of his arm, the lines wrapping horizontally around his wrist are made three dimensional by its contrast. The topside of his arm is covered in a mandala flower, but the moon on the inside of his arm is largely the focus, the simpler designs supporting the larger piece, but not drawing attention away from it.

The sun, is placed higher on his arm, nearing his elbow with the rays beaming into different designs around it. He can follow the lines of the rays; they’re thicker than the others in the outer designs. They crisscross and intersect the other linework, standing out just enough to be seen, but not overpower the rest of the work. His eyes are drawn all around his arm, until his mind fully connects the dots…literally.

Attached to the sun’s rays are the Canis Major and Leo constellations. Canis Major is on the left side of his arm and tilted upward so its nose is on the outside of his elbow and its legs feed into bold lattice lines, with thick swirls, bold mandalas, and other loud designs. The Leo constellation connects to the sun by the Regulus star. The other rays don’t reach its other stars. In fact, the sweeping, wispy lines of the lion’s mane make it seem as though Leo is recoiling from the sun, but Regulus is keeping it tethered there. The Regulus star is the only bold part of the design. The right side of his arm is filled with gentle brushing lines, blooming flowers, softer, lighter, and more careful swoops and swirls, and tighter and tinier loops. Both sides of his arm are so full of life and love, but they’re so different from one another.

Regulus has no idea how to respond to the amount of emotion welling within besides grabbing James by his tie and snogging the life out of him. The older boy’s muffled laughter against his lips spreads a warmth through him that not even the actual sun could.

It’s that warm feeling and the feeling of happiness and safety he’s so unaccustomed to feeling that makes him whisper the words he’s been practicing for months against James’ lips, “Main tuhanu pyar karda haan,” I love you.

The look of surprise in James’ eyes as he reels back from Regulus’ lips is so real and genuine and sweet. It physically hurts Regulus’ heart that learning five simple words in Punjabi is enough to make James look like this, the way he’s acting as though Regulus has done something so good and amazing.

“Say it again,” James whispers, choking on the words, “Say it again, please,”

“Main tuhanu pyar karda haan,” Regulus whispers back, praying to Merlin and all the Fates he hasn’t completely butchered the pronunciation.

He needn’t worry, though. James is crashing their lips together in a clumsy kiss, one that has more feelings than what can be communicated with words of any language. When they part, a slow, pleased smile curls around James’ lips and his eyes close on their own accord for a long moment. Their foreheads are pressed together. They’re sharing the same breath. James’ dark brown eyes meet his icy blue ones, the gold flecks in them shimmering in the bright sunlight of the afternoon, Regulus’ whole world is narrowed down to those eyes.

“Main vi tuhanu pyar karda haan,” I love you too. James says, his voice no more than a sigh across Regulus’ lips, “Ki tu apni sari umar mere naal bitayengi?” Will you be mine forever?

His Punjabi skills are not nearly as good as he wished them to be, but he didn’t need to be fluent to know that he would never be able to deny James of anything he asked him in that reverent, breathless voice.

“Yes,”

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[mikaharuka]

Last Line/7 Up Tag

I got tagged by a few people - @mrsmungus @tsunderewatermelon, @oceangirl24, @danceswithdarkspawn, and likely others I'm missing. Something like 10 tines, so it all works out.

Today, I have something from "Ardour of the Series", specifically the Bride entry. This is the Kinktober series I started working on this far in advance, in the hopes of hitting all 31 days, so... cool!

This is the raw draft of the opening, so no warnings aside from possible SPAG and styling errors.

<From Ardour of the Bride>

Feeling a rush of blood heat his face, Beau pressed on to the mirror across the room. He had to confirm his suspicions… after all, if he was right… then that person couldn’t be far away.  Not from Beau. Not from… his Bride. At that thought, Beau looked up and looked at the reflection staring back in shock. That strangely beautiful… unusually sensual person was him? No, not just that - there was this otherworldly aura that emanated from his very presence. Violet eyes hidden behind a red and gold veil stared into foreign colored irises, before moving over kiss-swollen lips, down the rest of his body. The warm burgundy and amber tones of the eight-petal Mandala, inked just above his heart greeted him - a familiar sight amidst the foreign surroundings… except, it also had cool indigo dots and deep azure thorns lined along the warm swirls and curves. Evidence of that man, marked onto him.

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[alessandro-danella]

⚜️ Arm tattoo Dot work⚜️ In progress . . . #axl494 #dotwork #geometrictattoo #texture #tattooroma #blackworkers #ornamentaltattoo #mandala #opticaltattoo #mandalatattoo @overdriveromatattoo @cheyenne_tattooequipment @orso_balmtattoo @ornamentalika (presso Rome, Italy) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfUQsRRN-d8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[stinkyme]

As promised here is the finished product of Sigma’s mandala

S T O P R I G H T N O W

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i am not joking, i could look at it for hours, it's so beautiful oh my god

the middle, lavender/white dots look like shiny pearls spreaded into a flower, it's so beautiful and sides look like peacock's tail and little sunlights in between, it's so symmetrical, it's so beautiful i will literally stare at this for hours now, thank you so much

you are literally so amazing and talented and hard working and I admire you beyond words, like seriously, this is so amazing and beautiful, I am in love with it

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[tasiaadams18art]

Mondo Llama is an amazing paint set. Create your own mandala canvas kit.

Make 4. 1 kit. From Target.

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[loftn5tattoo]

BALINESE MASKS

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Barong and Rangda represent the concept of Rwa Bhineda, meaning “two opposites” in Balinese culture, symbolizing the balance between good and evil, positive and negative, and other dualities. This concept underscores the belief that harmony is achieved through the coexistence of opposing forces.

At loft N5 Tattoo Studio, our skilled artists expertly capture the essence of Barong and Rangda, or a fusion of the two, using various styles such as microrealism, realism, line work, fine line, dot work shading, Mandala, and black work.

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[ecpenkraft]

Penkraft Dot Mandala Workshop

Join us for an interactive & fun-filled Penkraft Dot Mandala On Coasters Workshop!

Date: 20 January 2024.

Timing: 11 AM - 5 PM

Fee: ₹ 1499/- (including all material).

Venue: Penkraft, 703, Durga Niwas, Tembhi Naka, Thane (W).

Click to register - https://www.penkraft.in/WorkshopDetails/index?id=942

During this workshop, you shall -

- History of mandala art.

- Information about the dot mandala.

- Information on the materials used for creating dot mandalas on coasters.

- Learn about the types of tools and how to use them correctly.

- Understand to create the color pallet.

- Learn to choose the correct color scheme for your coasters.

- Learn to give the finishing touches to the article.

- Guidance on how to modify your artwork, to enhance its overall look.

- Step-by-step guidance and demonstration.

- Guidance throughout the process of creating the artwork.

- Dos and don'ts to follow while working with dot mandala on pre- marked coasters.

Material provided - Pre-marked MDF Square coasters (set of 4), Big Dotting tools, Acrylic paints ( set of 6 ), and 2 toothpicks. Takeaways - A beautiful master piece created by you, confidence of creating the next beautiful artwork without any help, a refreshed mind and happiness.

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[frogsandfries]

I'm telling you

There just is something about the seven-spoke symmetry.

I'm not ready to share the plant mandala I did today, but between that and this, I did the rough sketch at work, and spent just a little while this evening cleaning and inking this. As you can see, I skipped that leaf ring in favor of the next, more texturally interesting section. Now that I was paying attention, I wanted to impose the humanly maximum symmetry on it.

I'm definitely looking forward to the paisleys, but otherwise I'm not certain how to end this mandala. Maybe it'll come to me.

If I could manage to stick with it for a while, I could barf another coloring book into the void.

I spent a good amount of time at work today also making two wheels to mix and match my zodiac signs into unique characters, but by the time I got off work, I was too exhausted to even read Midnight Sun. I'm not even certain what my notes say or what they're even getting at. So character design? Ehhhhhhhhhh not happening. Especially because I would say my character design skills are underdeveloped in the first place, and neglected. Also, in building my designs, I do need them to interact with and play off of the rest of the characters to maximally aid in properly building this collection/narrative.

I need to be able to thoughtfully continue my notes.

Presently, the immense majority of my faculties are being devoted to minding my stupid adherence at work (the parameters and priorities of this project are so fucked) and surviving a ten hour day. Even with a stress-management aid.

I think maybe possibly perhaps there is a chance that tomorrow, I will actually begin to working on dotting Venus. If I ever do publish my fifty or one hundred masterpieces, adult coloring activity book, the Birth of Venus is going to take up three pages. There simply is no other way to do it, in my opinion.

Now I just have to locate like, seventy more masterpieces. I'm wondering if I can even pull off things like Nude Descending or Klimt's Kiss. I might also have to dig around museum sites for more inspiration....

I could make a coloring book that's just Fifty Cats. Easy. Fifty bunnies. Fifty dogs. Fifty birds. Fifty bears.

You think I could round up fifty hyenas?

Fifty cryptids.

Fifty mythological and folklore creatures.

B!tch You Can't Finish This Menagerie (coloring activity book)

I wonder what kind of a reception fifty mother Marys coloring and activity book would get? Cathedral stained glass.......

[shxquille]

The perverted mandala of lust.

The perverted mandala of lust is a mandala visually depicting a "gang-bang" in a kaleidoscopic fashion. from the phallic emissions seen in the outskirts of the mandala, to the never ending penetration between penises, vaginas and breasts. there's also mutation seen between all sexual organs found in both the female and male sex.

This metamorphosis can potentially allude to the modern times or the newly "invented" genders founded by science and expression. this transmutation is also seen in the outskirts of the drawing where organs which resembles breasts and buttocks are intentionally merged.

This merge is intended to cater pleasure towards the phalluses present within the perverted mandala. the other merge present is seen from the testicles below the phallus, mutating to the labia and later on, the clitoris. this juxtaposition is intended to translate the highly sensitive erogenous zones found in men and woman alike. the same can be said with the frenulum and the clitoris as the mutation is also seen further within the drawing.

going a step deeper into this creative perversion, there is a back and forth sexual exchange present. this exchange shows a phallic organ penetrating the vagina whilst behind the phallus lies another, penetrating the newly mutated "testicle-labia-vagina".

lastly at the very depths, you'll notice that the above mentioned organs shrink in size which leads the viewer to lock eyes with a clenched anus present dead centre of the drawing. Reasons for this anus remaining intact is because it is the one organ found in all genders, and it is used for both bowel and sexual relief. why everything else is shrunk in size whilst making room for the anus is, according to a random internet search as well as casual pornography findings, it is quite evident that the anus has more surface area than the vagina when placed in a sexual setting. none of these finding were established via sexual practise within the organ placed in the centre of this drawing as it is a dead end for me.

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Personal Take

This mandala is a bizarre creation on my part. Apparently this is an artistic expression of debauchery, lust, promiscuity and desires of the flesh. in my opinion this feels like an over saturated take on such topics. This vicious circle of never-ending pleasure, was created while experimenting with beautiful mandala sketches. It started cute with the floral works, dots, geometry and flower doodles...but somewhere along the lines it transformed to nipples, breasts, butts, phalluses and bodily discharge. I saw myself take the wrong turn with this...yet I kept on pursuing it, like a curious wanderer in a horror movie. it still feels weird to me in a way. if someone were to ask me "why did you do this?" wearing a weird facial expression my answer will generally start with "I don't know but we here now" and end along the lines of "please don't judge me". Okay after reading the analysis and the end note, I hope you salvaged something from this without feeling any negative feels or anything uncomfortable for that matter. I have a question to ask at the end. is it weird to put this on a t-shirt? lol remember I said don't judge me.

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[mixtoryweb]

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[netraahazaare]

Information about mandala art. Learn how to hold the tools correctly. Understand the material, to create a dot mandala pre-marked wall clock. Learn how to choose, the correct color scheme for your artwork. Learn how to assemble the clock machine. Learn how to modify your mistakes, at the end of the work. Guidance on how to increase the shelf-life of the artwork. Step-by-step guidance and demonstration. Guidance throughout the process of creating the artwork. Dos and don'ts to follow while working with dot mandala for a pre-marked wall clock

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