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sleepymarimo · 1 year ago

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𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬!

read cw! summary: after being tasked with guarding a cake from your captain, things get pretty dirty, pretty fast. at least he's there to clean you up. you get a laugh out of it, too! pairing: luffy x afab!reader cw: mdni, established relationship, knismophilia (tickle fetish), sploshing (wet and messy), gagging (with food), slight breath play, oral (fem!receiving), implied vaginal sex and creampie an: short and sweet... honestly luffy is just silly ok. also sorry for my really bad pun at the end i just made myself giggle a bit wc: 1.5k for kinktober '23!

"luffy, you can't have a bite just yet, okay?" you sigh, trying to be patient with your needy captain.

when the others took to the nearby port town to collect supplies, sanji had left you with the job of guarding a cake. he had made one to celebrate a successful fight against a fleet of marines.

the cook had figured that you'd be able to keep luffy at bay, while luffy thought you'd let him have a pass.

another whine falls from his lips, which are set into a permanent pout. his eyes look past you and at the three story cake, slathered with pretty pink frosting and an insane amount of rainbow sprinkles.

it's simply heavenly, and luffy is more than eager to give into his gluttonous tendencies.

his pout deepens and he looks away, starting to walk out the door. "okay... i'll leave."

something about the way his eyes look off to the side only makes you more suspicious, but you just shake your head as the door clicks shut.

it's not even a minute later when you feel a chill run down your spine.

something is definitely not right.

scrambling to the door, you're mortified when you open it and see luffy's hands gripping onto either side of the frame. his arms are stretched out and he stands a good distance away while wearing that cheeky grin of his.

"gum gum..."

your hands come up in front of you, a futile attempt at saving yourself. "luffy, hold on! wait-!"

"rocket!"

a flash of red is all you see.

feeling the wind get knocked out of you for a split second, the next thing you register is the sound of a wet thud.

luffy's arms are around you, his laugh ringing in the air. your skin feels sticky and heavy, pink frosting smudged on your cheeks. raking a hand through your hair, you're appalled when you can't even brush your fingers through the strands.

the captain had launched both of you into the decadent dessert, effectively making a mess of the whole dinning room.

bits of cake coat the floor, the table and walls...

"sanji is going to kill you, luffy!" another whine tumbles past your lips as the frosting squelches beneath you when you try to sit up.

he laughs, clutching his stomach as he took in your messy state, before scooping up some cake and eagerly shoving it into his waiting mouth. the sweet topping coats his lips, staining his tongue a vibrant pink. "but it's so good!"

the cake was everywhere, nearly every inch of you covered in thick icing and rainbow colored sprinkles. your attempts to wipe the sugary mess of off you only makes it worse and you only end up spreading it more.

with a click of your tongue, you stand and try to waddle over to some part of the room where you could clean yourself up.

luffy is quick to notice your displeasure, wanting nothing more than to see that smile on your face. even though, deep inside, he knows he should've listened, he just can't resist.

he can't resist a sweet dessert, let alone you.

his rubbery arms wrap around your messy and slippery form, bringing you back as he calls your name in a guilty tone. "c'mon, have some cake with me!"

a large smear of cake on your collarbone has him grinning widely. once you're close enough, he hoists you back down onto the floor and starts lapping at the stray dessert slathered on your skin.

his tongue is wet and warm, cleaning you up quite nicely. when it glides over a particularly sensitive part of your neck, you tense and squeak in surprise, a laugh bubbling in your throat as you tilted your head to the side to cut off his access.

"hey, what gives?" he all but frowns, looking anything but intimidating as a glob of cake falls from his head.

one of your hands rubs at the spot, a smile on your face as you felt the lingering effects of the electric sensation. "luffy, that tickles."

his eyes brighten a little too much.

"it tickles?" he asks again, an eerily familiar grin plastering itself onto his face. he'd definitely make you smile. laugh, too.

before you can even begin to usher a warning, he's on you. his tongue coats your flesh in a layer of drool as he licks at you as if you were a human popsicle.

he wedges his head into the crook of your head and shoulder, hell bent on getting to that spot that had you squirming.

when your laugh starts to bounce off of the walls of the dining room, you can feel him smiling against your skin. your squirm, trying your best to escape from his offending touches as tears start to pool in your eyes.

"l-lu!!" you squeal, your attempts at pushing him away futile as your hands only slipped off of his frosting coated skin. "i-it ti-tickles!"

your reactions are gasoline to his already lit fire, his head tilting as he busied himself with lapping at the frosting that clung to your cheeks.

his hands, familiar with every crevice and contour of your body, playfully dig into those other ticklish spots of yours. he can't help but laugh with you, finding nothing but joy and pleasure from seeing your beaming smile. "stop movin' so much! lemme touch you!"

your abdominal muscles scream for reprieve, the ache becoming more prominent. yet, you're not exactly unaffected by his ministrations either.

the feel of his soaking wet tongue swiping across various parts of your body has your hips bucking with every sloppy swirl and flick.

you're granted a brief break as he tugs off some of your clothes, wanting nothing more than to indulge in the bits of cake and frosting that had managed to get underneath.

he gives you another cheeky smile, bright eyes making sure that you were okay before licking his lips and getting right back to it.

oh how he just loves this. his two favorite things, you and food, all wrapped in one package that he didn't plan on sharing.

his lips kiss at the spot between your breasts, before his tongue darts out and swipes more of the sticky sweet mess off of you. his hands resume their cheeky actions, digging into those sensitive parts of you that had you bursting out into giggles.

"t'so good!" luffy manages to get out, saliva dribbling from his mouth onto your already sticky skin. his eyes are hungry, pupils dilated and glinting with utter joy, along with a hint of desire as another idea pops into his head. "here! taste it!"

he grabs a chunk of cake, frosting and all, shoving it into your mouth without a second thought.

in his mindless state, he fails to note how your eyes widen as your jaw is overly stuffed with the sweet concoction.

if you weren't in such a compromising position, your chest would've warmed at how luffy was actually sharing, but this was almost too much.

between your laughs and the sickeningly sugary dessert being stuffed into your mouth, you found it hard to get a breath in.

every time you'd try to inhale, he'd tickle you into choking halfway through it, the lack of oxygen making your head feel delightfully fuzzy. a light buzz rang through your muscles, your body tense as he pulled whatever reactions he could from you.

your head only got lighter as his tongue lapped lower and lower, itching to taste at the sprinkles and icing stuck to your inner thighs.

you sharply inhale through your nose, trying your best to swallow down some of the cake, but find yourself unable to do so once his tongue inadvertently slides past your honeyed cunt.

he messily kisses at your clit, switching between doing that and sliding his tongue up and down your slit. there's no order, no technique as he simply indulges in his favorite treat.

absolutely lost in your haze, luffy's eyes look up at you, relishing the sight of your teary eyes and how the pretty pink frosting dribbles down your chin. "y'er a lot sweeter than the cake, y'know?" he snickers.

that's the last thing you hear before your eyes roll back into your head, a delightful shiver running up your spine as you succumbed to his sopping tongue.

everything is a blur after that.

after all, there was plenty of cake left.

whenever you'd get 'too clean', he didn't hesitate to lather you up with more of the sticky icing. if he was going to eat it anyway, why not at least have the pleasure of tasting it on your skin?

that tongue of his worked wonders and, once he got his fill, he had no problem riding out his sugar rush by giddily fucking you a couple of times against the sticky floor tiles.

needless to say, sanji was pissed. he left behind a cake, sure as hell not expecting to come back to a damn cream pie...

leave it to luffy to make a mess of everything he touches, including you.

taglist: @queen-of-elves, @who-the-hockeysticks, @sxhy-town, @flower-hua

#monkey d. luffy x reader #luffy x reader #one piece smut

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 5 months ago

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Full HCs of the M6 with wings please 🙏🏽

The Arcana HCs: M6 with wings

Julian

His wings look much like a raven's, except where there would be shades of blue when the light hits them, it's deep burgundy for him

Generally so sleek that he can fold them alongside his oversized coat and they're almost impossible to differentiate

One oddly humorous side effect of this is the way it affects his body language. Being such an expressive storyteller, his coat will look like it has a life of its own as he wildly gestures along

Not the best at remembering to take care of them and will melt into a puddle of affection-starved goo as soon as you start helping him preen and maintain them. Loves rambling about the anatomy

Repurposes his own shed feathers as quills

Likes wrapping them around you when he's giving you one of his all-encompassing hugs, otherwise, he keeps them in his space

Will get sooo fluffed out when you fluster him that his coat will start flapping like it's in a storm and his wings will get even bushier than his eyebrows. Feathers will start to fly if it's intense

Much prefers walking to flying unless absolutely necessary, but will make exceptions if it's to go on an adventure with you

Asra

Their wings are closely tied to their magic, and as such are very difficult to fully comprehend. They look like gravity-defying water

More specifically, his wings look a fairy's or a fly's wings, translucent with ever-shifting swirls and patterns, subtly glowing with a myriad of colors that blend into a pearly blue-ish purple

Their wings are also something they generally don't show in public - they fold down below their shoulders like a cape and lie flat below their rainbow coat. They don't care to draw attention to them

Nobody knows what exactly wing maintenance involves, all you know is that every full moon or so he goes swimming in the cave and seems extra glowy afterwards

Can and will use them like prisms during lazy mornings sleeping in and scatter rainbows all over the place

Has been known to paint on them like stained glass when they're bored. They do invite you to join in, but they're awfully ticklish

Tends to idly hover when he flies, but the one or two times you've seen him motivated to go fast he practically flashes across the sky. You're sure he's cheating aerodynamics somehow but he won't tell

Nadia

While the shape of her wings resembles an owl's, their gauzy, shimmery surface look almost like a butterfly's - if a butterfly's wings could fold back and drape elegantly along golden lines

The deep royal purple of them and the pink shimmer when the light hits them makes them look deceptively delicate. Nadia's wings are not fragile in the slightest

You did see her incorporate them into her swordplay, once, and the impact of one of them hitting her opponent sent them sailing across the ring. They are not to be messed with

While she doesn't show them off, she's not shy about them either. She spends hours maintaining them and coordinates ornaments for them to match her outfit and the occasion

Loves cupping one around your shoulders and back whenever you stand next to her, both to warm you and to protect you

Can gain the attention of a room of nobles simply by fluttering them, and uses this skill regularly and effectively

Will lightly brush your jaw with them when she walks by

Flies like a fighter jet. You've never seen acrobatics like these

Muriel

He dislikes his wings about as much as he dislikes the rest of his body, which is both saddening and par for the course

Like the rest of him, his wings are strong, big, heavy, and thick. You'd compare them to a bat, but the fur on the outside is as long and coarse as a bear's and there are powerful sinews throughout

You don't find this out for a while, but the insides of his wings are warm and leathery, covered in soft fine hairs, and very safe and comforting when you need shielding from harsher elements

Very self-conscious about the scarring and size of them

Keeps them folded in so tightly they look permanently cramped and uncomfortable, and only fully extends them when he absolutely has to. He does avoid flying because of this

As for the scarring - well - it's crisscrossed all over after years of combat, the edges are shredded and tattered in places, and you can tell where some bones and cartilage broke and healed crooked

The first time he let you sit behind him, wash and comb the fur, and finally moisturize them, he was able to let them hang loose for the rest of the day without needing to draw them in again

Portia

She has bird wings much like her brother, but they're considerably fluffier, stronger, and have the colors of a warm sunset

Keeps them neatly folded against her back while she's working, but otherwise they're fluffing and twitching and swaying behind her while she's laughing and chatting with you and her friends

Switches between flying and walking without thinking about it - she needs to get across the canal? She's not bothering with a bridge, she's taking a hop, flap, and a flutter to the other side

Loves using them to snuggle you. Whether it's casual brushes against your arms, folding around your waist to hug you, resting over your head when it starts to rain, it's all fair game

This is overall very pleasant, because she takes thorough care of them and the downy soft undersides feel like falling into the fluffiest cloud you could possibly imagine

Will use them to nudge people out of the way if she feels like her (or your) personal space isn't being respected

Her wings are so feather-dense that she does shed quite a lot and you find sunset feathers anywhere she sits or lies down

Lucio

He loves showing them off and he hates comments about their traits. Morga once told you that they were snowy white when he was a child, but over the years got streaked with red and black

They're webbed, thin enough to look like frost, with fine golden veins. Over time the sinews and bones took on crimson and charcoal black colors and he's rather proud of the effect

What he's less likely to flaunt is the deep, jagged scar slicing through one side that he got when he lost his arm

He effectively turned it into artwork with a golden tattoo, but he still tends to carefully position his gauntlet to cover for it

This in no way stops him from parading his wings otherwise. They're always halfway unfurled, poised like he's about to take flight, and matching his face for expressiveness

Startle him, and they'll fly above his head in shock before they ruffle and bristle and rustle around his shoulders as he loudly insists that he wasn't surprised at all, just playing along, no really!

Likes gently booping your nose with them to get your attention

Tends to compare his wings to others when he's insecure

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana game #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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nonasuch · 2 years ago

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The 2022 Miss Universe pageant was last night!

Which means: the National Costumes are here.

Yes, there is video. It’s worth watching if you want to see how some of these look in motion, but I’m warning you in advance that the emcees keep doing these shitty little rhyming couplets, and they will make you want to strangle them with one of the many available voluminous gown trains. So I’m suffering on your behalf, and liveblogging.

First up: Albania.

Sparkly flag-inspired bodysuit with train is the voting “present” of the Miss Universe National Costume Competition.

Angola. She did a fun dance on her way to center stage, which would probably not have been possible in her original costume, which was “tree-inspired” and too big to ship to New Orleans.

Argentina. This is where the video does come in handy, because without it I would not be able to award her First Contestant To Visibly Struggle Under The Weight Of Her Outfit. It’s a waterfall. The rainbow crotch area was certainly a design choice.

Armenia. I would like to see what’s going on with the bodice behind the... shield thing? but she never put it down.

Also, it turns out that when one contestant has a costume dedicated to solemn remembrance of the Armenian genocide, and the contestant immediately after her has a costume that’s about beach parties, there is kind of an uncomfortably abrupt tonal shift that happens onstage.

Aruba. Like I said: weird tonal shift! She did a little shimmy dance at Miss Armenia as they passed each other and it was clearly awkward for both of them. This is made of recycled materials leftover from Carnival, which is cool? I guess?

Australia. This is a prom dress. Boo.

Bahrain. A rare pants look! There’s a lot of detail in the headdress and bodice that’s kind of getting lost, but it looks cool in motion. Also the theme is apparently “Bahrain is rich as fuck,” so congrats I guess?

Belgium. Okay so the theme of this costume, my hand to g-d, is “the window on the International Space Station that Belgium built.” Why does this requires a shit-ton of leftover Christmas tinsel and some very awkward-to-wear angel wings? I do not know.

Belize. This is fun! It’s a good “lesser-known Batman villainess” kind of look. Like if Ivy and Catwoman co-mentored someone. The actual theme is “the world’s only jaguar reserve, which is in Belize,” but I think it’s also kind of implying that she might be a were-jaguar. Which, again, is fun!

Bhutan. This goes in the “just an actual regional/folk costume” category, which is also kind of like voting Present, but it looks like the fabrics are nice.

Bolivia. She has an entire Andean condor on her head so I’m already on board. This photo only shows the cloak, which is covered in silver spangles in honor of Bolivia’s silver mines, and is also why her condor is perched on a miner’s helmet. The dress underneath is entirely made of swags of sparkly gold beads, so the visual effect is actually pretty nice in motion.

Brazil. The construction details on this are actually quite lovely! Lots of intricate beading and rhinestone work. Unfortunately that doesn’t convey well at any distance, and also that white fin peplum thing flaps around really awkwardly when she walks. Oh, wait, she can flip it up to be a clamshell thing behind her head!

That looks much better.

British Virgin Islands. First giant flower of the year!

Bulgaria. Apparently this is made of neoprene? So with that and the rainbow stripes, the effect ends up being kind of “what if Midsommar, but at a rave.”

Cambodia. It feels weird to say “yep, standard Miss Universe warrior goddess costume” but basically that’s what this is. I do like the green-and-gold color palette, though.

Cameroon. “The baskets represent the nation’s agricultural movement.” Okay! I like how it’s giving “Valkyrie, but make it Global South,” though I’m not sure three entire country-shaped cutouts were necessary.

Canada. Another fine Miss Universe tradition: contestant who knows how to dance en pointe so she’s going to goddamn wear a costume that goes with pointe shoes, Or Else. Some nice beadwork! I would let her be the third, secret red swan in Swan Lake if that were a thing.

Cayman Islands. Sexy Blue Iguana is a fun concept! There’s a tail in back of the cape.

Chile. Sexy Atacama Desert is kind of abstract, as these things go, but I respect her choice to wear something she could walk in.

China. Hilariously, the announcer was like “This look... does not match the bio we were given, so I’m gonna wing it!” The fabrics are nice -- the satin drapes and moves well -- but the embellishments are kind of meh compared to some of the Miss China looks I’ve seen.

Colombia. This is a legit great Sexy Phoenix, but I need you all to know that her crown got turned a little sideways while she walked to the stage and she clearly knew it and just as clearly could do nothing about it, and I feel bad for laughing but it was funny.

Costa Rica. Sexy hummingbird! I think I’ve identified a recurring theme for this year. Corset and wings are made of recycled materials, which is nice, and they look well-made -- a lot of wing-based costumes tend to flop around or go crooked in motion, but not these.

Croatia. Oh, honey. This has big “my mom helped me make this the night before it was due” energy, unfortunately.

Curacao. “Meet the Fisherman’s Wife, a woman with a key role in Curacao’s fishing industry.” Okay? Honestly you could have left off the basket and said “this costume represents the beautiful marine life of Curacao” and I would have been like “yep, checks out” but now I have many follow-up questions.

Czech Republic. This is meant to be a Mucha-inspired look but uh. Mostly it’s just. beige. I’m starting to feel like all the other Slavic countries saw advance photos of Miss Ukraine and were like “let’s just phone it in this year, girls, there’s no point.”

Dominican Republic. “This costume recognizes the importance of birds in Dominican culture.” They did make it with silk feathers, which I appreciate, because it would have been very weird to use real ones with that mission statement. Also I like her headdress, and the giant feather fans are a good way to nod in the direction of wings without the hassle of actually wearing wings.

Ecuador. This looks good in motion! She did some dancing onstage that worked well, and there’s a great sculpted Inca head scowling on the back of her headdress. This is still only a few notches above voting Present, though.

El Salvador. “History of Currency,” which is definitely a concept! The Bitcoin wizard staff is sure something.

Equatorial Guinea. A perfectly nice entry in the “actual regional costume” category, but on the video I was like “oh, yikes, her headdress is really wobbly” and then it FELL OFF and I felt so bad for her.

Finland. “Spirit of the Forest”? Fuck off, that’s a prom dress. Boo.

I’m going to pause here so this readmore doesn’t get completely out of control. Shit, there are 50 more of these? Well, I have only myself to blame.

#miss universe #miss universe national costume

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soaked-doors · 5 months ago

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I love your art, especially your big OP pieces!! I was wondering if you could talk about your procress a bit esp how you do big compositions like dressrosa and the enies lobby pieces - do you draft on one layer, then line the characters on different layers to more easier move them around? How do you pick colours for all the individual characters while keeping a coherent palette? Im drafting a big composition but running into all these problems lol. Thank you for your art!!

omg hey anon I’m a bit late to this ask but I’ll try my best to sum it up here!! my big comps always start off as very rough thumbs - mostly listing off things I want to include and the general placement of characters

when I bring the sketch over to digital it goes through a lengthy revision process - mostly refining details and deciding final placements. when posing multiple characters I find blocking them in with bright colors helps define their shapes better, and helps make sure the piece doesn’t end up too busy

as for colors I leave a lot up to color correction in post!! gradient maps help a lot to make colors feel more harmonious - especially in large pieces. my flats are usually straight from the show, but are often too bright to look cohesive together. for my dressrosa poster in particular every character had a unique gradient map to give off a rainbow effect throughout the poster (homage to the vol. 76 cover!)

here’s a bit more on how I usually use gradient maps - if you use csp you can get the maps I usually use here!

that got a little long lol - I hope this was helpful !!

#anon #ask #answers #art process

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sonofarathorn · 2 years ago

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Warmth

Pairing: M’Baku x Wakandan!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Fem!Reader. Black!Reader. Smut (18+). Unprotected Sex. Fingering. Dirty Talk. Fluff.

Summary: Soft morning sex with M’Baku to keep warm. That’s it. That’s the whole fic.

A/N: Nothing but respect for my king. Hope you all enjoy this smutty fantasy. It’s my first time writing for M’Baku, so I’m a little nervous. I also edited this in like 10 minutes, so all mistakes are my own.

M’Baku is warm in the mornings. Especially compared to the cold air of the bedroom that surrounds you.

Being from the River Tribe yourself, you’re still getting used to the permafrost that covers every inch of the Jabari lands. Harsh and unforgiving, it sinks into your skin, and settles deep into your bones. The cold nights and even colder mornings are jarring. And though you probably won’t mention it out loud, though you’re sure your perceptive husband already knows, the endless peaks of snowy mountains sometimes make you miss the warm, flat soil of your old valley home.

Still, you wouldn’t trade your love for M’Baku for all the endless summers in the world. Even when your toes and fingers feel stiff and frozen, and you never think you’ll be warm again.

Pale sunlight filters through the skylight above your bed, splintering on the glass and refracting on the walls in little swatches of rainbow. Though it gently strokes your skin, it’s weak and hardly warms you. It does, however, illuminate the hulking form of your husband. Not that the king needs the feeble rays to announce his presence, his snoring does that for him.

You stretch, stirring your heavy limbs. A bad idea. Freezing air infiltrates the warm nest of furs piled on top of you. You shiver, and your body stiffens in protest. You curse under your breath, the chattering of teeth accompanying the colorful language.

Bast only knows how the Jabari first survived this all those years ago, with only their hard heads and proud hearts to keep them warm.

“You would keep the heat in if you stopped moving,” M’Baku mumbles sleepily. You can hear the amusement in his voice, warm and rich like chocolate. “Go back to sleep.”

You huff under your breath. “I can’t.” You flex your toes, feeling the twist of soft fur. “It’s too cold.”

M’Baku rolls onto his stomach and wordlessly lifts his arm. You slide into his embrace thankfully. He settles above you, a furnace in his own right. With his weight on top of you and his dewy breath in your ear, you almost allow yourself to sink deep into the syrupy waves of unconsciousness. That is, until your husband decides to open his mouth.

“How is that?” He asks, body rumbling with the deep vibration of his voice.

“Better,” you mumble, sleeping tugging heavy on your eyelids.

“You know, this would be much easier if you were naked,” M’Baku whispers in your ear, voice raspy from the last fading traces of sleep.

You can’t help the shudder that goes down your spine. “I doubt that.” You try to keep your tone even, but you suspect your husband heard the slight hitch in your voice from the grin pressed against your cheek.

“No, no. Skin to skin is very effective,” he insists, one large hand sliding under the bottom of your nightgown.

The corners of your lips tug upwards. “And how would you know that, Lord M’Baku? Who have you kept warm with this, hm, skin to skin method?”

M’Baku clears his throat. “I’ve heard about it. The, uh soldiers…they talk.” He kisses the skin behind your ear. “Shall we give it a try? Hm, ikumkani wam?” He slips one of the straps from your shoulder and presses a kiss there as well. The scrape of his beard against your skin has your mind slipping to other things, though you’re sure M’Baku’s mind has wandered there as well.

“And if I’m still cold afterwards?” You ask, the words saccharine and coy, dripping off of your tongue like honey.

He lifts his head so you can see the glimmer in the depths of his dark eyes. “Then I suppose we would have to try a different tactic.”

You sit up to let him pull the nightgown over your head and fall back against the soft bed. M’Baku’s eyes roam over the soft curves of your body, lit by the gentle sunlight. Your skin looks like honeyed whiskey. Like onyx glinting at noon. Polished mahogany and clay. He drinks you in, and you do the same.

Your gaze sliding over the rounded peaks of his shoulders. Down the expanse of his chest to his belly, and then dipping further still. To the hard flesh of his cock, stiff against your inner thigh.

M’Baku likes to sleep naked. The way Hanuman intended, he says, and you’re not complaining. It gives you easy access. Easy access for your eyes to gawk at him. To appreciate the way his shoulders roll when he stretches. Easy access for your fingers to skim over his soft skin. To feel the heat of his body pressed tightly against yours.

Easy access to do other things, like slide your hand down his stomach and wrap around his cock.

“What are you doing, my love?” He murmurs, eyelids sliding shut.

“Keeping you warm.”

“Mm, I thought that was supposed to be my job.”

You look up at him, a smile growing on your face. “Then come keep me warm, my king.”

M’Baku lowers himself over you with a short snort of laughter. “Yes, ikumkani wam.”

His lips meet yours, slow and sweet at first. Bringing a warmth that unfurls in your belly like the comfort of the first sip of tea. The rich, sharp taste of wine after a long day. His warrior’s hands are gentle on your body, calloused fingertips skimming over your jaw. Tilting your head to the side so he can kiss you deeper, press his tongue into the seam of your mouth.

And then the kiss grows faster, heated. The press of his lips more insistent. The warmth of his tongue fills you, eagerly tasting each and every moan that bubbles up from your throat. The press of his fingers hard against your skin. Stripping you down, squeezing and pulling you closer. A hand over your breast, palm scraping your nipple. The other gripping your thigh, using it for leverage to rut against your stomach.

You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, and let M’Baku press you deeper into the bed.

His lips leave yours and carve a path over your body. Down your throat. Across your shoulder. Over the peaks of your breasts, with a detour to suck on your puckered nipples. His tongue laves over your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake, and wetness pooling between your thighs.

M’Baku fits his hand between your legs, and plays with your folds. “Glory to Hanuman,” he breathes against your chest. “An offering all for me?” His fingers swirl around your clit, then dip to press against your entrance.

You arch your back, legs spreading of their own accord. An invitation. One he accepts willingly.

He slides a finger into your cunt, breaking you open for him. You mewl, a heady warmth sliding through you at the slow press of his fingers. His name falls off of your lips. A quiet puff of air in the vast expanse of the room.

M’Baku curls his finger, fucking you open in broad strokes. His thumb circles your clit at a leisurely pace. He’s in no hurry. Content to watch you twitch and shudder under his touch. To behold the display of hedonism splayed out across furs and cotton. He would much rather pass the day with you, tangled in the sheets. Taking his time to unravel you bit by bit, over and over again.

Let the council wait. They couldn’t do anything without him.

He is king, after all. And as king, his job was to take care of his queen.

“Are you feeling warm yet, my love?” Your husband asks, sliding a second finger inside of you.

The burn of the stretch is intoxicating. In no time, you feel as though you are floating on clouds. Ascending to the heavens.

You want more. You need more. You need him. His weight on top of you. His cock inside of you. Pushing and pushing, taking and taking. Giving until you’re spent.

“I’m still a little cold,” you say, and though you try to play it coy, the desire is embarrassingly clear in your voice.

M’Baku chuckles. “Well, we cannot have that, can we?” He asks. “How should I warm you?”

“Make love to me, M’Baku” you whisper, wrapping your hand around his cock again. You guide him towards the wanting warmth of your cunt.

“Mm. Yes, my queen.” M’Baku spreads your legs wider and situates himself between your thighs.

His lips brush over yours as he thrusts forward, letting the head of his cock slide against your clit. He groans at the warmth of you coating his aching cock; the soft skin of your thighs caging him in, urging him closer. His hips roll forward again, and again, and again, until he’s completely covered in you.

You sigh against his parted mouth, lifting your hips up to meet his next thrust. “Please,” you beg. You long to feel him move inside you. To be joined, one body, one soul.

M’Baku shushes you, his hand sliding down your stomach. He holds you in place as he fills you with one slow stroke.

Your jaw drops, and you choke at the sensation. So full. Of love. Of him. The air in your lungs exits in a pitiful whine as M’Baku pushes into you completely. You scratch at his shoulders, scrabbling to pull him closer.

M’Baku moans, low and gravelly, as the warmth of your cunt envelopes him. The hand not holding you still fists into the pillow beside your head. An anchor keeping him present. Keeping him contained. He curses quietly, eyes screwing shut.

“Bast,” you pant. “You feel so good inside me, kumkani wam.”

M’Baku’s hips snap forward at the sound of his official title falling from your lips. “Be careful, my love, or this will be over much sooner than we’d want.”

“I don’t care.” You grab his hip, trying to urge him forward. “I want you. All of you.”

He kisses your chin, but doesn’t budge. “And I want you.”

“Then take me.” You grind your own hips upwards, desperate for some kind of friction. “I’m yours.”

“Relax, my love.” M’Baku draws his hips backwards. “I will take care of you.”

And take care of you he does. His thrusts, though languid at first, are hard and deep. They would have pushed you up the bed if your lover hadn’t been holding you in place. M’Baku curls his body over you, pinning you down so that all you can do is take all that he gives. And he gives so much.

He is all around you. Warm like the summer rains of your homeland. His lips caressing your skin. Sweeping down your neck and across your shoulders. His skin pressed against yours. Heat burrowing its way into your skin. Magma settling low in your stomach, spreading into your veins, bursting on the tip of your tongue. His body rolls against yours like ocean waves. Threatening to capsize you. To drown you.

M’Baku is grinding now, just the way you like it. He hooks his arm under your leg. Spreading you apart so his hips can brush your clit with every thrust. Now the fire burns over your skin. Leaving uncontrollable decimation in its wake.

You cry out, nails scratching against his arms, and M’Baku smiles.

“There you are.” He kisses you messily. “Is this what you wanted, my queen?”

You nod. “Don’t stop.”

“Oh, I won’t stop, my love.” His hips speed up a little. “Not when you’re so close. I want to watch you fall apart on my cock. I want all of Jabari Land, all of Wakanda, to know how their king pleasures his queen. Will you tell them, my love? Hm? Will you shout my name for all to hear?”

“Yes. Oh yes. Just–ah– just don’t stop. I’m going to come.” You arch into his touch, your orgasm so maddeningly close.

“Show me,” he murmurs, lifting your leg higher to change the angle, and it’s all over.

Light bursts behind your eyelids. Static fills your senses. You come with a broken wail, sharp cries of fuckfuckfuck and M’Baku and kumkani wam filling the air. M’Baku fucks you through your orgasm steadily, not stopping, even when the peak of your first crests into a smaller, but still earth-shattering, second.

His voice fills your ear. Gentle praises of how beautiful you are when you come, of how good your cunt feels squeezing around him. Filthy promises of his own impending orgasm– to fill you up until you were dripping, to keep it there inside of you, to watch it slide onto the sheets, and to fuck it back inside of you.

“I want it,” you say desperately. “I want all of it. Please, M’Baku. I want to feel you inside of me.”

M’Baku groans, fingers digging into your thigh. He kisses you deeply, burying his own strangled cry in your mouth. His hips stutter, hard thrusts growing sloppy. He can only grunt out a warning before he’s spilling his warmth inside of you.

It feels never ending. Your body seizes, legs wrapping around his waist to hold him there. M’Baku rocks against you, riding out the wave of his orgasm. His lips brush your cheek, muttering nonsensical phrases against your skin. He sags on top of you, holding you close as your heartbeats return to normal.

“Do you think they heard us?” M’Baku grins sheepishly.

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” You tease, limbs relaxing as the world begins to fade around you.

“Mmm,” he answers. “How are you, my love? Do you think you could sleep now?”

You nod weakly. Exhaustion already tugs heavily at your eyelids. Between the sex and the comforting weight of his body, you could be out in mere seconds.

“Good,” he whispers. “Sleep. And when you wake I promise I will be ready to make love to you again.”

“What about your council meeting?” You ask. “Your duties as king?”

“My duty as king is to keep you happy and warm.” He yawns, and rests his chin against the top of your head. “The council will just have to wait until we are done.” He says, sleep already lacing into the edges of his voice.

M’Baku makes good on his word when you awake some few hours later. Several times, in fact.

He is king after all. And a good king always keeps his promises.

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Tags: @flightlessangelwings @luxuryberzatto

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viceofdionysus · 21 days ago

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Sweet as Candy

Frank Castle x f!Reader Lazy Ghouls' Kinktober Prompt List - Week 4 - DubCon Kinktober Master list (x) 18+ WC: 2.6k Who knew a piece of chocolate could have such an interesting effect? Contains: DubCon, Magical Chocolate, Dry humping, Oral (F!receiving), Tongue fucking, Ass spank (One), Face Fucking, Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Manhandling, Cock Riding - Reverse Cowgirl, Cloth Ripping, Cumming inside

The door cracks open, welcoming him into the warm and cozy apartment beyond, the scent of baked goods swirling through the air. He takes a moment to pause, tipping his head back and letting the tension slide out of his muscles. He can hear you singing along softly with the radio and he smiles.

“Hey baby.” He calls.

“Hey handsome!” You answer, “Give me a minute, I’m elbow deep in cupcakes.”

He walks down the short hallway and pauses in the entry to the kitchen. His eyebrows raise in surprise, you weren’t lying. Cupcakes cover every available surface, dressed prettily in a rainbow of autumn colors.

“What is all this? You didn’t have anything on the calendar.”

“Last minute order.” You answer, “I couldn’t say no to Billy’s puppy dog eyes.”

Frank shakes his head, “I haven’t met a woman yet who can.”

“But he’s paying double my rate, plus a hefty rush fee.” You pause and look over at Frank, smiling.

Frank pushes off the doorframe and saunters over to you. He wraps his arms around you and kisses the back of your neck.

“Need any help?”

“No, I’m good. I need to frost this batch and the one in the oven, and then I only have one more after that.” Your nose crinkles, “But the last batch are filled cupcakes, so they’ll take a little longer.”

Frank nuzzles behind your ear, drawing in the sugar sweet scent of you, “Just let me know. You know my hands are at your disposal whenever you need them.”

Your eyes widen as lust raises her head in your core at his double meaning. “I’ll keep that in mind.” You say faintly.

He chuckles, the sound vibrating through you, and steps back.

“Oh, before I forget, there’s a candy bar on the table for you.” You say, “A woman at the store was giving them out and she was very insistent that I take one.”

“Think she drugged them?” Frank asks, altering his course towards the small kitchen table.

You laugh, “I think she’s trying to get her business started, so she’s forcing samples on people.”

Frank picks up the thick rectangle, the plastic wrapper crinkling in his hand. “Damn.” He says, looking at the candy bar that’s just longer than his palm.

He opens the bag and carefully breaks the bar into fourths, before drawing one out. He bites into it and groans. It’s the right amount if sweet, the chocolate rich and smooth on his tongue. There’s just a bite of something a little spicy to balance the sweet, and he feels something heated beat inside him in answer.

“I don’t think she’ll have any problems getting customers.”

“That good?”

“Incredible. You want a bite?”

“I really do. But not until I’m done,” You sigh, looking over your shoulder at Frank. “Are you feeling okay? You look a little flushed.”

Frank just nods, “Yeah, I’m fine. Probably just from coming in from outside.”

You narrow your eyes at him, but let him get away with it for now. “Alright, but if you start feeling weird, let me know.”

Frank just laughs and sets the chocolate back on the table, leaving your square on top. You turn back to the cupcakes, icing the remaining two in the batch with quick circles of your wrist. Frank’s footsteps tell you he’s left the kitchen and headed towards the living room.

Frank leans back into the couch, letting his legs stretch out in front of him. He’d picked up the remote, but it hangs loosely in his hand, the TV still black. It only takes a moment before his eyes slide closed, his head falling back.

After pulling the cupcakes out of the oven, you slide the last batch in and lean against the counter. Your eyes fall on the chocolate square waiting for you, looking like the most tempting thing you’ve ever seen. Leaving the cupcakes to cool, you cross the short distance and pick up the chocolate. As soon as you pop it in your mouth, it starts to melt, swirling sweetness and heat.

“Oh, oh damn, that’s good.” You press a hand to your mouth and just let yourself enjoy the flavors for a moment.

After you swallow, you turn back to the cupcakes, heat starting to build in your core already.

Frank wakes suddenly, his heart pounding wildly, his cock aching. He stumbles to his feet and makes his way down the hall to the bathroom. The door doesn’t shut all the way behind him, but he’s not worried about it. Instead he looks in the mirror, seeing his flushed cheeks and wide peoples.

“Allergic reaction?” He thinks and leans forward.

As soon as he makes contact with the counter, he grinds his hard cock into it. Bright pleasure zips through him, quickly followed by a sense of dissatisfaction. It’s not enough, it’s not right. Just as his thoughts are starting to spiral, he hears your voice in the kitchen.

You hear the bathroom door bang open, but you’re focused on scooping out the guts of the cupcakes so you can fill them. “Frank? You okay baby?”

In answer, he wraps his hands around your waist, and presses close to you. The heat of him sears through you.

“Frank!” You laugh, picking up the bag of cream filling.

He watches you, dark eyes wide, as you press the tip into the cupcakes and firmly stroke the bag. The bag spurts under your hands and soon the cupcakes are brimming with creamy filling. Without realizing it, Frank starts to grind his hips against you, enjoying the slow drag of his cock against your softness.

“Frank?” You ask, setting the bag down, “You okay?”

“Need you.” He says, breath hot against your ear, “Need you right now, honeygirl.”

“Frank, I need to,” He cuts you off with a particularly firm roll of his hips.

“Keep working,” He says, “I won’t distract you.”

As if the man isn’t a walking distraction, you think, picking up the frosting bag. He shifts and you realize that he’s kneeled behind you. As you open your mouth to ask what he’s doing, he shoves up the hem of your dress, and licks a long stripe up your pussy.

“Frank!”

“Taste so good for me, honeygirl. Sweetest thing in the world.”

The cloth between him and your core barely manages to mute the heat and wetness of his mouth. You groan, dropping the frosting bag back on the counter, as he mouths at you, the wetness from his mouth joining the wetness for your core. He teases you like that for a while, until he can feel your hips rocking insistently against his face. Then he hooks two fingers around the gusset and moves it away, watching as it clings to you before allowing itself to be pulled free. He dives back in, his tongue sliding through your folds, the scruff on his cheeks rough against your thighs.

“Oh, fuck.” You gasp.

Frank sets his hands on the back of your thighs, gently guiding them further apart, giving him more room to work. He brushes the tip of his tongue over your clit, enjoying your long moan. He can feel his cock pressing against the zipper of his jeans, but he can’t be bothered to do anything about it. The taste of you on his tongue spurns him to lick harder, faster.

He slides his hands up your thighs to grip the soft globes of your ass. He kneads firmly and you’re sure you’re going to have impressions of his hands. He rapidly flicks his tongue over your clit, drawing out all your prettiest noises. Stars are beginning to form behind your eyes when he shifts and wraps his lips around the small bud. He suckles gently at your clit, hearing the hitch in your breathing.

“Frank.” You gasp.

You can feel him smile into your pussy before he sucks more firmly. It doesn’t take much more before you’re coming apart for him. You gasp softly as he pulls his head back and you think for a moment that he’s satisfied. But then he slowly grips your ass firmly as spreads your cheeks apart. He licks his lips as more of you is exposed to him, his eye tracking over your glistening folds, your soaked hole.

“Damn, honeygirl.” He murmurs before diving back in.

He slides his tongue through your folds, gathering your delicious slick, groaning at the taste of you. He keeps licking, occasionally using his teeth to gently tease your folds until you’re moaning for him. He alternates to long licks up your pussy, stopping short of your clenching entrance. When your moans take on a desperate edge, he turns and bites into your soft thighs, sucking a dark mark into your flesh.

Frank dips his tongue into your pussy, driving it back and forth slowly. As he tongue fucks you, you whine at the feeling of his hums vibrating through your pussy.

“Frank!” You grip the counter tightly, fighting for balance.

He groans, rutting his aching cock against empty air. Slowly, he moves one of his hands until he can rest his thumb against your clit, pressing against it in firm, tight circles.

“Oh!” You sob, throwing your head back.

He tongue fucks you into one orgasm and keeps going as you quiver around him. He continues as your trembles still around him, his thumb pausing against your clit. The pressure is beautiful, but you miss the friction of it. Gently you rock your hips, trying to get him moving again. But when he does, it’s not what you expect. His other hand lets go over your ass cheek and he gives you one firm spank that has you gasping.

“Frank, please!”

He pulls you back, rocking your hips until you get the message. You find a rhythm, rocking along his face as he keeps his tongue darting in and out of you. You can feel the drag of his stumble along your thighs, the press of his nose in your sensitive areas.

“Frank,” You gasp, fucking yourself against his face. When you falter, he grabs your hips and finds the pace for you.

Pleasure snaps suddenly, sending you spiraling. He grins, never letting his tongue still. He runs his thumb through your soaked folds, gathering up your wetness and then sets his hand against your lower back, shifting until he can press the pad of his thumb against the star of your ass.

“Oh! Fuck!”

Your hips press insistently against him as he slowly circles his thumb. As he presses his thumb firmly, but not enough to slide in, he curls his tongue into your sweet spongy spot. An insistent heat, so familiar, but so different, scorches through you, leaving you panting and needy.

“Frank!” You sob, pleasuring building fast in your core.

His tongue is unrelenting inside you, pressing against you in a way that has stars forming behind your eyes again. The added pressure at your ass has you falling over your edge almost too quickly. But Frank is right there to start building you up again.

As he feels your orgasm start to subside, he starts working his thumbs in tandem, working your clit and the tight ring of your ass in small, firm circles. The winding coil of pleasure in your core snaps tight and then shatters, the stars behind your eyes blinding. When you manage to come down, your breath rapid and your chest heaving, Frank is still going.

He’s drawn your hips back until you're standing on tiptoes, his whole face buried in your pussy. You wonder if he can breathe like that, but the thought passes quickly.

It feels like his tongue is everywhere at once, your sensitive pussy reacting to the slightest brush of him. The stubble brushing against your thighs is sending jolts of pleasure through you with every movement. You think that you should feel spent and exhausted, but if anything every orgasm makes you feel more turned on, more desperate.

“Frank!”

He slides his tongue out of your weeping pussy and trades it for the fingers that were at your clit. As he works them into you, he gently laps at our clit. It feels like all your nerves are on fire, pleasure searing all other thoughts out of your brain. You don’t know when you started, but you realize that you’re chanting his name.

You’re not sure how many times he brings you up to and over your edge, but at some point your arms lose their ability to hold you up and you sprawl over the counter, narrowly avoiding the cupcakes.

When he finally pulls back, licking his lips, you feel loose and warm, but even still need pounds in you. Frank gently spreads you open with two fingers, pleased at the way you’ve bloomed for him.

“Frank,” He hears you whine.

“You still need more, honeygirl?” He asks, shifting to rut against your leg.

“Please.” He hears you whine.

In a quick movement, he yanks you down to him, shifting to press his back against a counter as he pulls your back flush against him. Your knees splay wide on either side of his broad lap as he settles you against him. He bounces you on his lap a few times, enjoying the way you whine at the not enough pressure. With one hand, he manages to undo his jeans and shove them down, catching his underwear too. His other hand grabs and bunches the back of your dress into a handhold for him. He guides you to his cock, his progress stopped by your underwear. With a snarl, he reaches between your legs and rips the fabric in two. He rolls his hips, dragging his cock against you until it’s covered with your slick.

“Frank!”

“I’ve got you, honeygirl.” He reassures you, “I’ve got you.”

He guides you back to his cock, stopping you as the tip slides inside. He groans, feeling the way you clench around him. Then he pulls you all the way back, hilting himself in a smooth move. You gasp as the sudden fullness. Frank reaches around and cups your breasts firmly, tugging at your nipples through the dress. His hands dive into your dress, tugging it down as he scoops your breasts up. The fabric of the dress pulls tight over your shoulders as he forces the neckline to rest under your boobs. He gives a small thrust, pleased at how they bounce in his hands.

“Frank.” He knows what you’re asking for, what both of you need.

He settles his hands on your hips and guides you up and down on his cock. You're clenching around him, already so close to another orgasm. Frank can feel his cock throbbing, the desperate need to empty his balls into you is the only thing driving him. He moves you faster, but it's still not enough. He slams you back down on his cock until he’s fully hilted again and he grinds against you, slow and dirty. You gasp, feeling yourself clench tightly around him.

“Fuck, baby,” He whispers, “Play with your clit.”

Immediately your hand slides under your dress and finds you clit. Your fingertips dance over it until you find a rhythm for yourself. It doesn’t take much before he feels your walls starting to flutter around him. When you cum with a sharp gasp, he follows you with a low moan.

When his senses return to him, his hands are resting on your waist, your head tilted back. Gently his nuzzles against your throat.

“Damn, honeygirl.”

Carefully he rocks his hips, his cock still hard and aching and buried deep inside you.

“You got more in you, baby?”

There’s heat and need pounding in your core, making everything hazy. “Yeah, baby,” You manage to answer, “I can go as many times as you want.”

Frank chuckles, rocking his hips in earnest. “We’ll see about that honeygirl.”

#Frank Castle #Frank Castle x f!reader #kinktober 2024 #lazyghoulskinktober2024

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soapyoapy · 2 months ago

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thoughts on dnp's new video

hey y'all. no one asked for it but here's a review of dip and pip's outfits from their new video from a costume design student's perspective.

*disclaimer: this is all for fun and totally my opinion, everyone has a different style, i’m just working with what they’ve worn before and what they seem to like wearing*

Category 1: Y2Gay

Phil:

🤔 i don’t know how to feel about this one… it’s not horrendous but dare i say he didn’t go far enough. i’m an ARMY so i can see j-hope wearing this but perhaps the reason why is would work is because he’d add like a white bucket hat, some sunglasses, and some colorful jewelry to fully commit to the maximalist style. also phil doesn’t really suit the baggy style imo. correct me if im wrong.

rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️ (add some accessories)

Dan:

honestly, i love the sweater. i saw it in the photocards and loved it. this is how dan should wear color tbh. my only critiques would be: a. what are the straps for??? and b. i wonder how it’d look with a dark colored tank top underneath it instead of a black one 🤷🤷

rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Category 2: Americore

Dan:

umm…keep the jacket on. i’m sorry, the shirt is too much 😅😅 also i’m so confused by the pants. that’s it. maybe instead of that shirt have just like a nice white shirt. or maybe phil’s out of date gaming console shirt. the eagles are just a lot to look at. also ditch the crocs. again, sorry. a good black chonky sneaker would fit the look better.

rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Phil:

i agree with phil that the blue shoes don’t really fit. but i have a solution. wear some white sneakers and the blue mesh top from the q&a video or just a matpat-style blue jacket. other than that, this outfit works. especially with the blonde hair.

rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Category 3: Stranger Materials

Phil:

phil, please please please get that jacket fitted. it looks ever so slightly too big on him. hot take: the pants aren’t terrible. it’s just terrible with the jacket. the lines are not going in the same direction and it’s really distracting. i think they’d both have the effect he wanted just on their own. not together.

rating: ⭐️⭐️

Phil pt2:

i agree with dan. the pants are the issue. they aren’t the right shade of blue or the same pattern. major clash and if they were performing, it’d be very distracting.

rating: ⭐️

Dan:

ok. at least it matches 😝 considering he bought is from an ✨adults only website✨ not bad. would probably make too much noise to be an actual outfit he’d wear onstage with mics and all that but for fashion…kinda slays

rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Category 4: Serving Shorts

Phil:

🫢 umm…ok so, how did he not know the shorts were see through?? perhaps it did show on the website but if it was from the same place as the vest and the vest was mesh then you’d assume the shorts were too?? idk anyways. its giving backup dancer construction worker if that makes sense. i’d say go all the way add some fingerless gloves and some design to the shirt and/or vest. go full jojo siwa with it. i do also love the color coordination.

rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️1/2

Dan:

eh…that’s it. it’s not awful it’s not great. maybe it he coordinated the blue with the top. it just looks like a dude headed to the gym. i like the shoes. they do look like the cover of a 90s boy band album. nothing amazing. if the star was blue and silver i’d like it more

rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Bonus Round:

Dan:

honestly…as a neurodivergent person, this is just a good item 🤣🤣 it looks so soft. not even from a designer perspective but a sensory perspective. i’d buy it. maybe in a different color but still. (also if it’s like an ✨adults website✨ thing plz let me know idk anything im aroace 😅)

rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ (for the goofs)

Phil:

question. where would you wear this other than a disco/party? this outfit looks really fun. the only thing i'd add to this would be some white boots or sneakers with rainbow laces.

rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ (for the goofs)

thank you for reading the ramblings of a junior costume design student who is using this video as procrastination from doing their lighting design homework. I hope you all have a good rest of your day! ✌️✌️ go ahead and tell me if any of the things I said were wrong i don't know anything 😊😊

#dan and phil #daniel howell #amazingphil #danandphilgames #dip and pip #why do they keep doing this #i do love critiquing their outfits tho #i get to use the limited knowledge i've gathered in my 2 years of college

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woncon · 7 months ago

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➳ fairy flower

➶ knight!jongho x royalty gn!reader ｡˚ °

-ˏ` ✎﹏ the day the fairy flowers bloom is the day Jongho saves your life.

➴ genre: fantasy, royalty au, fluff, platonic

: ̗̀➛ warnings: fight with a dragon, blood

⌨ :: 1.3k words ♡ ︵ . .

➳ ateez masterlist | main masterlist

Fairy flowers bloom when the first summer sun rays reach their petals.

Finally, the moment is near.

Your heart beats excitedly at the thought. Your six months of hard work in your garden will pay off. When you dug the flower bed with your own two hands into the frost-covered, frozen earth, when you went out several times every day to water your plantation and talk to the plants - for sure, when you received the magic seed from the fairies, they said that those flowers also need company for development, and if they’re lonely, they perish -, it will all pay off.

You took all the advice and serenely tended your garden. The fairy flowers grew gratefully to your tinkling, sweet voice in their comfortable earth bed.

You walk agitated, adjust your clothes, wrap your hands and keep looking in the direction of the forest, hoping that the sun will light the canopies on fire with its light, and then also your beloved flowers.

They’re now only bashfully and shyly hiding in their buds.

"Don't worry, the sun will rise soon. You get the most beautiful clothes from nature, so keep your heads up!" You crouch down, lift one of the sad plants, and gently stroke the soft, wing-like petals. "You will be beautiful; don't be afraid."

Encouragement has a good effect on the flower. It stretches itself out, even holding its leaves higher, so its rainbow colored veins are more visible. This dashing motion reminds you of your bodyguard.

You turn back with a faint smile, where the man is standing not far away. Arms folded in front of his chest. He’s in full knight's armor. His gaze wanders into the distance, searching for potential danger.

You sigh, lean closer to the newly straightened creature, and entice it some more with sweet promises.

"You'll be so beautiful that you will make even Jongho smile. You'll see," you whisper confidentially.

The little flower is not only proud, but also excited to hear these words; its petals open slightly, and a honey scent wafts from them into your face. You giggle and rise from the twelve seedlings, which won't stay like this for long.

You raise your hands to your chest and look at the sky, waiting for the sun. Your heart is full of hope.

"Jongho!" you hurriedly motion to him.

He walks next to you with measured steps. You point to the horizon, where the upper tip of an orange puck rises.

As the light reaches the flowers, they come to their senses. They shake, their pale yellow color turns beautiful golden. They bloom and open their petals, revealing the diamond dormant within them and the inside of their glittering petals.

The scent the fairy flowers emit is intoxicating. It fills the entire garden, and infuses you with the love you feel at this moment. You glance at Jongho. He has a faint, impressed smile on his lips.

You nod to your flowers, indicating that you said so.

But your cheerfulness and intense contentment turn into deep fear, when the sun is blocked by a dragon. He is heading for the garden, approaching quickly on the back of the wind. He has smelled the fairy flowers and wants to possess their diamond brilliance.

"Jongho!" Your finger points to the horizon again.

The man also sees the large creature. Frowning defiantly, he shoves you behind himself and pulls his sword from its sheath.

"Stand behind me, your majesty!"

"Don't let him hurt them!"

The flowers curiously stretch their stems towards the source of danger. When the shadow of the monster covers them, they panic and try to hide, but once they have emerged from their bud, there is no way back.

The dragon's claws dig into the nearest boxwood. He snarls evilly, saliva dripping between his yellow teeth. His deep red eyes scan you with hatred, his spiky tail flaps behind him in warning, and if that wasn't enough, smoke billows from his nostrils. His throat emits a raw, menacing growl that can burst into flames at any time.

"When I give the signal, run as fast as you can." Jongho grabs your forearm to make sure you pay attention to him. You nod, your eyes misting up, but you know you have to stay strong.

The dragon is encouraged and leans closer to the flowers. He sticks out his forked tongue to smell the sweet scent.

"Now," says the knight, then thrusts his sword forward, and you leave the safety of his back to run towards the castle.

The red animal roars, jumps across the garden, and spawns in front of Jongho. As tall as a horse, but far more dangerous. The ferocity burning in his eyes only increases as soon as Jongho doesn't back down, but instead nails his sword to the scaly, muscular chest.

Dragons hate metal, it injures them. But at the same time, this specimen is really proud and selfish. He wants to defeat the brave knight and get the flowers, even if it means getting injured.

He opens his mouth.

The air heats up in his throat.

Jongho sees the muscle glowing inside.

He is about to stab with his sword, when the dragon recoils. Not by itself, he is also surprised when he notices the stalks of martial flowers tightly twisted on his hind legs. While he is not paying attention, Jongho hits him in the shoulder with his sword.

The dragon growls. Saliva drips down his chin and blood down his forelegs.

He strikes Jongho with his other paw. Jongho sprawls on the ground.

The creature inflates its lungs again to defeat the enemy with fire, but this time the flowers pull his legs back even tighter, and he collapses. By the time he gets himself together, the knight has already stood up, towering over him. Jongho’s sword just above the dragon's skull. A look of passionate determination on his face.

The monster is forced to admit that he has lost. In the end, his life proves to be more important than the treasures and his pride. Whimpering, he tears himself free from the grip of the fairy flowers, spreads his wings and flies away with an angry snarl.

Jongho drops his sword to the ground to grab his sore shoulder.

"Jongho!"

You’re heading towards him, followed by three court soldiers. They are the help you have been able to mobilise.

"Jongho, are you okay?" You anxiously touch his gloved hand.

"Yes. The dragon is gone. And the fairy flowers helped chase him away."

But you easily notice the sore shoulder, even if he lowers his arm.

Damn that the royal family is not being allowed to carry weapons with themselves, you think, as you see him. You wish you could have helped him sooner, in the middle of the fight.

"Does it hurt?"

"It sprained."

"I was so afraid." Looking for safety and support, you snuggle into Jongho's healthy shoulder. "I was worried about you..."

The bodyguard gently hugs you and carefully draws you close to his armor. You are unbecomingly close to each other, but after such a crisis, you must find solace. Jongho rests his chin on your head.

He can smell your scent, which is somehow a thousand times more special than the scent of fairy flowers. His body immediately relaxes, holding you in his arms.

Maybe even his shoulder hurts less.

"Don't be afraid, your majesty. I'll protect you at all costs."

The hug is soft and Jongho's closeness is comforting. You were terrified of losing him. Being close to him again feels like a redemption. Until now, you hadn't really realized how much the bodyguard, who accompanies you everywhere and looks after you, really means to you. Who would actually sacrifice his life for your safety.

Even if it's just duty, for the moment you spend so close to each other, you let your heart shine for Jongho like fairy flowers in the sunlight.

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The Pocket Chain Rainbow Connection Part 4 (Good Omens 2)

Last Updated: 04/18/2024

(For reference, start here: The Pocket Trick - Basics | The Pocket Trick Visual Representation | GIFs | The Pocket Trick - Tied Hands)

Main post:

The Pocket Chain Rainbow Connection

Here are Parts 1-3:

The Pocket Chain Rainbow Connection Part 1

The Pocket Chain Rainbow Connection Part 2

The Pocket Chain Rainbow Connection Part 3

This part covers The Door Trick and The Door Catch.

Theory. So much theory.

Problems

I will admit freely, my understanding of what is happening here is quite limited.

Still, I will share it as I think it's enough to hold some value nonetheless.

There are two left hands with desirable traits that pass by Crowley's right.

One left hand has a left thumb joint touching a lapel edge. Another left hand has a full set of visible digits. Both of these things are requirements in The Pocket Trick touches of a similar nature.

I believe using both of them requires a full 360-degree flip of the imaginary mirror for the Tied Hands while at the same time trying to make sure that Orange goes to Yellow and Yellow is what connects first, not Green or any other color. That means hitting Yellow twice in a row.

Because of such complications, there is something akin to a color wheel with humans and their bags fully pocket-framing the "Life begins after coffee" sign. It's not a full color wheel because it lacks green and has such limited blue, but one human who is probably representing the Tied Hands in Crowley's place with her arm swinging, has a blue-green strap on one of her bags and blue-green stripes, of a lighter shade the than the bag strap, on part of her shirt.

There are 4 non-rainbow shades around that do various things in this Rainbow Connection mechanic. They are Black, Brown, Gray, and White. I think there is a findable poem that goes:

Black blocks.

Brown borrows.

Gray shades.

White keeps.

I'll go over it more with the elevator itself later.

As things are now, I don't know the precise mechanics for how colors shift, but I believe the result is changing the direction of the connection with a skip to Purple and back up to Yellow.

Orange does get to Yellow, but then because of the skip-and-back to hit Yellow a second time, the next intended color is Orange again instead of Green. The goal for the main characters is not Orange again. The goal is to hold onto Yellow until Crowley's Green is ready. So, that requires a deflection that lets the connection redirect back down instead of up.

Such a thing is inadvertently resolved by the Metatron. It took some time for me to get it, but there is a hidden message about him in this part of the game when considering the word play mechanics: "The Metatron makes mistakes". That's alliteration and a rhyme. Without that message, I've described the Metatron's play as feeling like "cheating without realizing it or the story is not letting him play fully, just partly."

Without meaning to, he sets the connection back on track. That's why Aziraphale is stuck at Yellow for so long and what the blinking red lights mean. Aziraphale himself doesn't seem aware through his voice and manner of what is happening, but the actions he takes do otherwise look like an effective stalling tactic for the Rainbow Connection.

I am pleasantly taken aback by that hidden message, but I still think it's there since it fits within this puzzle.

Alright, here goes...

The Door Trick

Orange.

Crowley's pants are reflected in the Bentley, I think. Although Orange is not visibly reflected in the Bentley's surface yet, it will be. At the start of the cut, the Orange of an orange bag is visually touched by one of the Bentley's mirrors. I think Car Mirrors is Crowley's Pocket Frame for this Trick and contributing to so much of what is happening. The hood ornament looks like it's trying to be important for its role to play as well.

I think the Tied Hands' imaginary mirror flips, here, based on the right thumb CMC joint of the human furthest to the camera's left, the orange reflected in the Bentley, and the overall positions of the shoes on the background humans.

In the initial two touches of The Pocket Trick, each has something I consider over-the-rainbow touches, and I have long struggled to find the over-the-rainbow touches here.

Here, there is at least one of the car mirrors touching over the Orange at the start of the cut. Crowley's legs are crossed with one of his shoes over the shoe of a different human behind Crowley's shoe.

For my guess on that flip, the human walking behind the one holding the orange bag has his leg over the shoe of another human going the other way, toward the camera.

So, these tactics are considered sufficient, along with anything else I missed.

Crowley's left hand fingers look to be claiming Yellow, Green, and Black for use. The index finger is visually over a Green and Yellow sign. Zoomed in, I can't actually tell if the index fingertip is on one more than the other. His other fingers are visually over a human's Black attire.

Because of how things work out, that's to help Crowley's use of Black do things other than block and what he wants from his own imagination.

The human holding the Orange bag might be the "Fish" in looking for Bullet Catch magic word references. The pattern on her skirt looks like scales. My instincts had been to look at the cars and a human on a scooter, but visually, this pattern still looks like the closest match. I can't find the fish anywhere else. Because of the other guesses and references I found, I also think these are all supposed to be done no later than Aziraphale being linked into the Pocket Chain. The "dash of nutmeg" will be last even though the order before it will not match the exact order the words are said in the 1941 minisode.

...

There is an actual rainbow found between the left side of Crowley's torso and his left forearm. The rainbow places itself over closed rear car window, the open front car window and well past the edge of the left forearm, questionably all the way to the other edge. This rainbow helped emphasize something happening with the shoes I will not cover here, but this part also looks to be the game's cue that this rainbow is either what allows the incoming flips or is telling an audience player that the over-the-rainbow touches are due to how Crowley's apparel-to-car pocket is structured.

According to this post, the rainbow "doubles up," and there is two of them. Honestly, that's not what I see. The second seeming-rainbow is almost certainly contributing for whatever it is because great care is taken with the lighting overall, but I personally would not fully qualify it as an "official" rainbow because I can't distinguish its color set well enough, even with some tweaks in trying to edit the screenshot with brightness or saturation. Still, there is going to be a link to the Pocket Chain, and two characters are going "up" later.

...

Red alert. Although a red alert is given, the available Yellow is limited. The car itself blocked the nearby yellow lines to it before the red alert was on. The main Yellow on screen is like an Orange-Yellow on a license plate to further add to the confusion. More clearly later within this Trick, Gray will be shown as what can shade a color to a proper form in the Rainbow Connection. There is no nearby solid Gray to this license plate.

Otherwise, there are some yellow lines near the pub and the letters for The Dirty Donkey. I don't know which factors are keeping them at bay, but I do believe that's happening and can at least point out a few things. For instance, there is a human on a scooter between the car giving the red alert and the one with the orange-yellow license plate. This human is making a pocket with their legs and hinting at whatever is going on with the shoes. They have a patterned shirt and black pants.

The human with the black hat is who I call "Nutmeg" though her colors are strongly associated with Black and some Red. She is who is going to link the Pocket Chain to Aziraphale later. I'm making this Bullet Catch reference based on the color of her bag strap and the small part of that strap that will link to a pocket user near Aziraphale.

Since I suspect Yellow is hit twice later, it is my very uncertain hope that something here is delaying the switch long enough for what needs to be done. That most likely seems to be the red alert being boxed in by Nutmeg and humans on the other side of it. Black can block under the right circumstances, and Nutmeg has notable Black. There's a human wearing purple in front of the car with the red alert. He's probably important here for the eventual skip-to-Purple-and-back, and he is definitely important later for Aziraphale's part.

If you look behind the human girl with the cell phone and a light pink sweater and the man with a cell phone next to her, you can catch glimpse of another human with a Black hat. I don't know if she contributed to this Connection part or not, but she is, I believe, the "Gorilla" in Bullet Catch magic word references due to her movement within this cut itself. She wears mostly Black and was hunched over as she hurried along early on into the cut. Every other found reference contributes, so I would think she does too.

As she passes by, the human who I suspect will help with the Tied Hands and representing more flips visually passes "Gorilla". Using my imagination and playing with the words, I'll go with the play of associating "Gorilla" with "Tarzan," and then "Tarzan" with the name, "Jane." I'll name the human with the swinging arm, "Jane."

Orange. The human with the orange jacket has a lovely touch between her left thumb joint and the lapel edge of her jacket. The blur thing on the car is probably putting in a pass for her, so we can take that touch in with the first hit to Yellow. I believe she is "Shoelace" when searching for magic word Bullet Catch references. She is relevant to the non-rainbow thing happening with the shoes. Her shoelaces aren't visible here, but they are visible later. If the shoe links to the Rainbow Connection, I haven't figured out how, and it's a lot to go over. So, for now, I've set it aside. But it is happening, and it is relevant to something I'll mention further down.

While Shoelace is by Crowley, a pocket user wearing a yellow shirt and dark gray open vest is in a window pane reflection near Crowley and Yawning Yellow. His reflection is going to appear again in the upcoming window pane for him. The main clue his reflection isn't causing the switch here and now is there are no red alerts, and there is going to be something soon. So, this part is, just guessing as usual, preparing for that first switch to Yellow. Due to the shade of his yellow and visible left arm, I think of him as "Banana" when looking for Bullet Catch references.

The tie strands are never shown as moving with Crowley standing so still, but they do move while off camera between each of the three cuts given from in front of Crowley. That can be found through comparing screenshots of each cut.

Orange. This part is probably linking up the human fully blocking Crowley's left hand, who I named Jane earlier, with his tie strands, so she can represent their swinging in how her left arm swings.

Usually, a switch to a color and a mirror flip are not simultaneous, but given how the play goes, I've long assumed they are simultaneous for Yellow here without realizing I was doing such a thing. Still that's what I think happens, probably related to Crowley's Pocket Frame being Car Mirrors.

Yellow #1. Orange is reflected in the car with red alert lights at the same time. The earlier thumb joint touch is received with the switch. With the suspected 360-degree flip, this part is the 180-degree place in between, and something about the color wheel will finish the trickery rather fast. The human who seems to be most likely responsible for such trickery is the one wearing a purple jacket and holding a yellow bag. He has a little bit of blue visible in the collar of his shirt.

The visual cue for this being the 180 is mainly Yawning Yellow's right hand becoming visible, further supported by the nature of the arm-swinging happening by Jane.

For over-the-rainbow touches, the same mirror that was over the orange bag is now over the yellow jacket. While the actual rainbow from the first front-facing cut of Crowley is gone, this one does show the car hood ornament in front of Crowley, acting as the bottom of his top apparel-to-car pocket and being over a front edge of the car itself.

Yellow #2. Jane is pocketing the yellow of a yellow bag, holding the line for it and sending it over through the connection. If White is needed for that hold, it can be found with the visual touch on the white letters to the "Life begins after coffee" sign. Yawning Yellow has a lighter shade of Yellow in her jacket, and the Gray in her pants is compensating for it to still qualify as a proper Yellow. The black in her jacket may be doing something too. She is further assisted through Banana, whose reflection can now be found in the other window pane near her.

A human wearing Black and White, including a white turtleneck, is further solidifying things where they need to be. I am yet to find a relevant pun or word play with what a turtleneck does for pocket trickery, but I assume it does something because Crowley wore a Black turtleneck for the first two touches of The Pocket Trick. Conceptually, turtles are slow, so maybe it slows things down. Something probably worth mentioning is that in Terry Pratchett's Discworld, there is a very famous turtle, the Great A'Tuin, that the four elephants holding up the disc of Discworld stand on.

Anyway, Banana's reflection can be found in the window pane behind Yawning Yellow. The big blurry head on the right of the screen is probably giving Green a pass, so it's not sent too early. Yet another human has a mirrored-head thing happening behind Yawning Yellow that probably does something too.

The human most directly behind Crowley has a brown jacket and an excellent alignment of his arm with Crowley's existing pocket between himself and his car. That human's elbow is like the other side of a diamond from what can be seen of Crowley's left hand. I think of him as "Diamondback". He's also a pocket user himself.

So, if his Brown is necessary for the following wording to borrow, it's there:

Yawning Yellow lends Crowley a hand with a full set of visible digits.

Yellow. Here is the actual link to the Pocket Chain from Crowley to Aziraphale. It's through Nutmeg and the pocket user wearing a white fur coat. There isn't much yellow here, but there is a yellow light that is going to be Aziraphale's overhead light eventually...but not yet. The blue car goes on a stronger red alert after this part. Due to how things go, that alert is probably more for getting the Metatron linked in as well because he looks to be putting his hands in his pockets at that point.

There are also yellow lines touching Nutmeg, but as noted, Black can block under the right circumstances. Are those circumstances here? If they are, the overhead light makes up for it because there is going to be Yellow on display for quite a bit in the incoming cuts.

The "Donkey" sign is questionably yellow as well, but there's no nearby solid gray to assure that to be the case. The Metatron's coat could look dark gray in the lighting, but it's actually a dark brown.

So, given all of the surrounding circumstances, my own guess still looks to the overhead light as the Yellow of relevance for everything that's about to happen.

Please take a look at this post: More evidence.

I have a lot of thoughts I haven't fully processed on what that thing is, but I do believe it is generally relevant to this particular cut. I suspect Aziraphale puts it back in his mouth after Nutmeg passes by him visually and before the actual link to the Pocket Chain.

Yellow for both Aziraphale and the Metatron. They are sharing the connection. Each one is going to keep having a touch on Yellow for a bit. Aziraphale receives focus, but the Yellow is visually touched by the Metatron, not Aziraphale. The Metatron is allowing himself to be visually touching Aziraphale here.

Yellow for both Aziraphale and the Metatron. The Metatron receives focus. Aziraphale visually touches the Yellow, not the Metatron. Aziraphale is not visually touching the Metatron as the Metatron did for him. A human wearing orange passes by behind the Metatron though yet another human passes by more closely to the Metatron. The orange is gone from the cut by the time the cut itself finishes.

Yellow for Aziraphale. He has Green nearby and not ready. He also has some Orange up near his head. With both him and the Metatron having visually touched Yellow, Aziraphale now has yellow lights visible by his head. He's visually touching those this time

The Green is touching that Yellow too. Aziraphale's still stuck on Yellow for awhile though. A small bit of Yellow touches the Metatron during the cut. Meanwhile, someone wearing what seems to be Black is pocketed between the two by the end of the cut. I can't figure out what they might block in this moment. Instead, it might be relevant to how Crowley's touch will be on Black between edges in his own final cut for The Door Trick.

Yellow for both Aziraphale and the Metatron. The Metatron receives focus. Aziraphale visually touches Yellow without the Metatron again. He is not visually touching the Metatron again either. The Yellow starts to walk away.

Deflection. I suspect due to the nature of the game and the trick with the words that deflection happens first here, redirection happens in the next cut of the Metatron, and disconnection happens in the cut after that.

The red alert lights blink once, giving a warning about the status of things. The Metatron starts to turn around while they are blinking.

The Metatron has no Overhead Light. He was not seen with Green in his front view shots after being linked through the Pocket Chain. He doesn't block Aziraphale's head completely, but he does block Aziraphale's face. Aziraphale's right ear is still visible, which probably helps with Aziraphale's own overhead light later.

The shadows of the green leaves hit the Metatron's face. That's the front. Crowley had help from "Diamondback". Aziraphale was linked in with his back to Crowley. Aziraphale's back is what's going to get the shadows later.

The red alert lights blink again with their warning. The blink is done before the end of the cut with Orange still visibly on the screen. Hopefully, that's the deflection.

A switch to Orange for Aziraphale does not happen. Did it happen for the Metatron? I suspect not because they are still connected. It was technically on screen by the end of the cut, but the Metatron was making mistakes in the process.

Yellow. Aziraphale's still on Yellow himself thanks to the deflection. He's still not ready yet, so again, he probably needs a redirection. Two sets of red alert lights are on. There are yellow lights by Aziraphale's head and a human with blurry yellow clothing. This time, with the Metatron out of the way, the blurred clothing touches Aziraphale behind him. The first set of red alert lights go off with that blurred yellow behind Aziraphale. When the yellow reappears on the other side of Aziraphale, the second set of red alert lights go off. Yellow has been properly received or maintained. Aziraphale does his mixed emotions facial expression. The red alert is still off at the end of the cut.

Redirection, I hope. The Metatron is heavily lacking in rainbow colors. There is maybe a little blue in his tie, which is not enough, or with mechanics as complicated as these, is actually just blue enough to move things where they need to go for the incoming disconnection. The camera work and movement suggest that the redirection in this cut is from the patterned interior of the Metatron's coat. Look at those shadows on Aziraphale's coat that will somehow help keep Green later.

Disconnection. If the blue helps disconnect, it happens here. Another contributing factor could be the visible darker straight lines on the white shirt.

Yellow. Even though this cut does not have blurred yellow clothing as others have done, it still seems to be enough to maintain Yellow thanks to the Metatron. Orange passes and is gone. Another shade that's hard to really call yellow passes the other way. Due to its timing, it and the yellow lights near Aziraphale's head are enough. That might have been helped by the gray in the elevator and its more colorful buttons not being shown yet. Aziraphale's bow-tie being tartan probably helps something somewhere.

Aziraphale turns his head with the red alert light still on by the end of the cut. This time it's for the look to Crowley. I really don't think the Rainbow Connection switches to Green until after we see Crowley.

Yellow. Despite the nearby reddish clothing and orange-ish clothing, no switch happens here though Green is being gathered or kept for the incoming switch through the nearby humans. I assume Aziraphale is maintaining Yellow thanks to the Overhead Light.

The human with the white shirt and brown backpack is probably helping or the extra blurs from humans in the foreground are helping so that said brown-backpack human can help later. He's blocked in the shot I chose, but he is there.

I consider this moment, Ground Zero for The Door Catch. It has not truly started until we see Aziraphale's shoes on the ground. That's part of the shoes thing I mentioned earlier. A lot of effort is being put into the shoes not being shown to help communicate this Ground Zero moment.

The challenge from the game is to guess what he's thinking or saying, and many audience players will opt for "Trust me" because of The Bullet Catch. That's an understandable choice because this Magic Trick is so deeply inspired by The Bullet Catch. The sequences at the end are designed to give the audience that impression. You'll find it is one of the most commonly played puzzles people remark on in the entire thing.

But it's a Trick. So, the answer is not "Trust me". Crowley is already trusting Aziraphale by setting the stage for him. The answer is actually, "Here goes nothing."

Sure, that's still a guess, but it is one of my more certain guesses the more I play the game.

One of the rules I've noted in the Threshold Tricks is, "Never do the same trick twice."

So, "Trust me," was already done. Been there. Done that. It's a no-go move. Yes, I'm playing with the words on purpose here.

Here are some other reasons I grow more and more sure:

The concept of zero or null is showing up in my readings of Terry Pratchett's work. I suspect that particular line, "Nothing lasts forever," is significantly linked to this answer to the puzzle.

In one of the "Episode 0" Behind-The-Scenes specials for Good Omens 2, Neil Gaiman says something to the effect of he is trying his hardest to tell people "absolutely nothing" when they ask what's going to happen.

Moving past the hidden "Here goes nothing" line, Aziraphale's right ear is not visible. It was shown earlier with the deflection and the cut between the deflection and redirection. On the redirection, it was not clear. Aziraphale was blurred from the back. However, the Metatron had two because his right ear was shown and reflected in the window pane. Then for the disconnection, the Metatron's right ear disappeared from view. Meanwhile, Aziraphale's right ear was shown in the cut after the disconnection.

That last part was the cut before this Ground Zero moment.

In addition to all the ear things happening above, the two humans who pass over him both have their right ears available.

All of those things are supposed to help allow—or even require—Aziraphale to not show his right ear with the Overhead Light on screen.

Green. Crowley's Green is ready. Not long after this part, Crowley has an illusionary touch on Black to the bag being carried behind him. That touch will be between edges, which is unusual. That moment is Aziraphale's cue to begin.

...

The Door Catch

Green. Aziraphale's Green is ready. The overhead light is gone—or moved. There is some yellow light near his head, but it's not the same and through a different window. This cut is the official beginning of…The Door Catch.

Blue and Purple together. There was a small pocket of light that this pair of humans reached together. The one with the darker blue pants is who covered it fully with one of his legs. That light suggests that the blue and purple switch at the same time with these guys looking like they have three legs for two people.

The Blue connects to one of Aziraphale's shoes. The Purple connects over by Aziraphale's right hand and various parts of Aziraphale's clothing, including notably the edge where the coat meets the pants.

In the previous iterations, there was a double purple in The Pocket Trick's Double and then a possible double red in The Pocket Trick's Single. Since a skip-to-purple-and-back already happened with The Door Trick, connected to The Door Catch, my guess then is that a double purple to start going back up is not required.

I don't think the Rainbow Connection is at Red or Yellow despite those colors being on-screen in this cut.

This part is for Aziraphale to take a deep breath and make sure his bow-tie touches his skin.

Remember that thing from earlier that I said I thought Aziraphale put in his mouth?

My guess is it's a shrunken version of one of Crowley's own "thumb joints" of his Tied Hands, so that Aziraphale can have one here.

I don't know a lot about the logistics, but here are clues for why I think that. When I first saw that post, a clasp "thumb joint" was my first guess, but then I contemplated those things are too big.

However, in reviewing the minisodes for other reasons (my Sideburns Scheme posts), I noticed that Crowley uses his tongue when readying himself to make himself bigger in The Resurrectionists. He also used his tongue to make himself smaller in season 1. So, if he can shrink his general self, he could theoretically shrink this special part of himself.

This possible "thumb joint" lines up with the knot in Aziraphale's bow-tie. When the bow-tie touches the skin, that is when it is most shiny.

Since Aziraphale's not going to have his actual hands doing certain things on screen, he's going to have to rely on his own version of his own Tied Hands. This thing being where it is suggests Aziraphale's Tied Hands are going to need at least one thumb joint. He might even need only one thumb joint because the other hand is "tied behind his back" for word play silliness. Only his left hand was visible by the end of the preceding cut, for example.

For Crowley's touches, Crowley himself needs a clothing contact on his right-partly-pocketed hand for his own touches.

So, this is something like that. A crucial mistake the Metatron is going to make is not having a thumb joint visible in a particular cut.

If the Yellow serves a purpose, as well as the colors on Aziraphale's own clothes, it's to help reach for the Green from earlier.

The red alert is off before Aziraphale is shown to enter the elevator.

Green. Somehow, many things leading to this moment are letting Aziraphale keep his connection at Green, thanks to the shadows on his coat. The words that come to mind are "stretch" or "share". The "stretch" seems more likely because I think of it as Aziraphale reaching back for the Green. See, his back on screen is even telling me so. I mentioned other "back" things earlier.

Pocket Frame. This video frame contains Aziraphale's Pocket Frame. It also contains the Metatron's Pocket Frame.

However, thanks to the disconnection, the Pocket Frames themselves are different.

I believe Aziraphale's is Elevator Edges. Thanks to the Metatron's pocket use and finger being exactly where it is, he is such an edge himself.

Meanwhile, the Metatron's Pocket Frame is Doorknobs.

The Metatron is properly framed between doorknobs of the pub doors, but...the Heaven elevator buttons are the equivalent of doorknobs for its threshold. The framing from the scene itself is strongly suggesting that to be the case due to how the buttons are shown with the Hell button further to the camera's left and visually behind one of the doorknobs where they all generally are on the camera's right.

The Metatron's finger is on the Heaven button. He is touching his Pocket Frame with the tip of his index finger. I suspect that is a mistake on his part due to the implied message from the game that's what he's doing in general. While we're at it, he never revealed a thumb shown from his right hand on the clothing when using his right coat pocket.

In the window pane, there is a reflection of Aziraphale's head over the Metatron's.

I am missing some valuable words I wish I could tell you about this significance. I sense from the nature of the game and what is happening with this special Magic Trick, that reflection is supposed to be to Aziraphale's advantage and the Metatron's disadvantage.

During the cut, the reflection switched from the Metatron's head being on the window pane closest to him to being the one closest to Aziraphale. His reflection is caught in a specific place with the back of Aziraphale's head in a move called The Door Catch.

The manuals and tutorials this game provide are hard to read, especially in the later stages. At this point, I'm mainly looking to past patterns and precise framing to guess at these types of things. My imagination and my word play skills can only get me so far, and right now, that's as far as they get me.

As for why I'm talking so much about the framing here, it's because there is a little more to this Rainbow Connection, I am led to believe.

As a reminder, non-rainbow shades and colors do things. I don't get them as well as I would like and will go over that in further detail soon. For now, here is some of the older wording of this post before I add the newer stuff.

Black-and-white together seem to do something like a trap. Meanwhile, gray seems to allow some leniency on a lighter or darker shade counting for a proper color. Brown does something like borrow. Even though brown is in this screenshot, something about it is supposed to be wrong. That something is probably that the thumb joint of the hand seen—and the only hand seen in the cut, becomes extremely close to being seen and doesn't quite get there.

The elevator has plenty of Gray, but the Heaven button is a full circle Black filled with White and a Gold "H" button. That "H" would qualify as Yellow thanks to the Gray if it weren't for the black or black-and-white blocking it out.

So, when that button is pressed, the gold is disqualified as a yellow and trapped. Hence, the Rainbow Connection is further maintained at Green.

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Now here's the newer stuff that is some review of the above in a lot more detail:

Well, it's been weeks and this bit is the best I've got, so here we go.

In the Heaven elevator with the Metatron, I do believe the following is supposed to apply:

Black blocks.

Brown borrows.

Gray shades.

White keeps.

I like "white keeps" in the rhythm better than "white holds," but that is the same general idea and why I've said I think Muriel's white helps hold things for assisting Crowley in other Threshold Tricks.

There are two huge problems I encounter with this idea, but I can't let it go. It still sticks with me.

The first one is that I cannot figure out what Black is blocking in Triple Part 3 and the Single of The Pocket Trick. Inside the elevator, the Black is blocking out the elevator's Gray. I am as sure as I can be that's the intent.

The White is holding the Gold to keep it as Gold.

Together, that allows the Black and White to effectively trap the Gold, so that it cannot be switched to Yellow despite so much Gray outside the Black circle.

There actually is a little Gray in the White but it's not enough or inaccessible because the Metatron makes the mistake of using a close-up touch and not showing either, or enough, of the two types of thumb joints he has on the hand doing the touch. So, the dark Brown he wears can't use the Gray to qualify the Gold as Yellow.

However, if I go and look at The Pocket Trick for what Black might do, I struggle to figure out what it's blocking. In Triple Part 2, I think it's helping trap the Green for eventual use in The Door Trick. It's part of how I got the idea that Black and White together can act as a trap. What needs to be blocked to make the trap? By now, I think it helps block in the rainbow.

Crowley and Aziraphale stall Blue switching to Purple for the Double, and the lighting is not setting Crowley's clothes to Black as obviously as it is in Triple Part 2. Maybe there is White helping that time but not Black.

The problems go on from there in similar ways. In Triple Part 3, that's where I got the idea because I was like "Okay, I guess the human wearing suspenders mean the Black and White suspend something". Well, they do in that part at least. Then the word is "suspend" instead of "block" though it's based on the idea of the trapping.

In The Door Trick, Crowley's illusionary touch is on a Black bag between edges and it essentially acting as a cue for Aziraphale to Begin. So, then, it doesn't seem to actually block anything. There are three other words other words that start with "b" around though! Between. Bag. Begin.

So, the Black's meaning itself switches, depending on what one's imagination requires it to do or I'm just incapable of finding what is being blocked.

That imagination part is the second huge problem. So long as I can see pockets in the right places and a goal in mind for what Crowley might want to accomplish, it doesn't seem to really matter. I mean, it does because I'm supposed to find the logic and the patterns. I wouldn't know these shades do what they do if they didn't show up in certain places at certain times.

But in both Triple Part 1 and the Double, I can say that the color didn't switch until a given time because of how Crowley and whatever assistance he got managed the timing, framing, and pocketing. If non-rainbow shades happen to be there, that's fine. I still don't know what Black is blocking or White is holding a lot of the time, if anything. I don't really think Brown is necessary to borrow either. Is there someone on-screen using pockets while Crowley himself has something he wants from his play in the game? Then it's done!

So, this poem:

Black blocks.

Brown borrows.

Gray shades.

White keeps.

This poem is more like a default with a limited imagination or limited available pocket assistance.

It's not exactly that way though because Aziraphale gets someone with White and Brown. What does that do? What does he need to borrow that needs a hold? The Green from the nearby humans in the preceding cut until the shadows on his coat can do the Trick?

I guess!

The thumb joints also matter. I can imagine what the Metatron would want—if he even knew this part of the game was being played—but since he's making mistakes, my imagination isn't going to fix it for him. He's not getting it done because I've progressed enough to figure out the pocket touches "hinge" on things for the thumb joints.

So, if my play further improves, I'll update accordingly.

I sincerely believe the 1941 minisode does actually give clues on these shades as well.

For Black, the miracle blocker blocks the turnip from turning into an inkwell. Ink is black. Black blocks. In this case, black is blocked, but I still think that's the clue. There are other colors involved, including a white handkerchief, but, again, I still think that's the clue for the Black.

For Brown, the clue is gross—and I am not a fan of gross things, so you're really going to have to use your own imagination because I am not going to spell it out completely. The old man the zombies kill is singing about farting. They kill him and one of them ends up borrowing that guy's voice to sing some more. You figure it out from there. Okay, fine, I will give you one more hint: it is a crappy joke. Nonetheless, Brown borrows.

For Gray, the clue is much more pleasant and is found near the end of the minisode at a lovely candlelit table while Crowley and Aziraphale are drinking wine. The "shades of gray" are mentioned in conversation, including darker shades and lighter shades. Gray shades.

I'm not as sure on the eventually named clue here for White. Aziraphale waves a white handkerchief around with "prestidigitation" in his dialogue when offering to help Crowley to Mrs. H. With the miracles being blocked later in the minisode, the problem keeps happening while he uses the white handkerchief over the turnip. White keeps.

And that concludes this updated part about these shades.

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There is possibly some word play or joke in here to be made about leprechauns and their pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I generally leave off the leprechauns part and just say it like this from the main post: "The Rainbow Connection ends at Green thanks to a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow."

Nonetheless, the button being pressed is theoretically the end of the The Door Catch despite the two extra cuts of the Metatron and Aziraphale after that moment.

If you missed my simplified post of notes, my theory is that the green leaves by both Crowley and Aziraphale represent Earth and their shared love for Earth.

The Green is shown to be a maintained connection because of the plants being on screen with Crowley while playing the nightingale song during The Window Trick, then again during the credits.

The emotions at the end are, I believe, still supposed to be real. There is supposed to be heartache. The message from the hidden games is that even with this heartache, things are not as bleak as they seem. There is a bigger plan happening in the background. These two have been doing things separately together during Good Omens 2, and they will keep doing that after. They have made and maintained a connection.

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