#Cell Door

[louis-sj]

Sliding Cell Door

[yeo-rims]

i'll not use my brain too much but seok ryu's using humour to cope with everything she's been through and seung hyo sees through it all the time, that scene when he asks why she let her mom think she cheated, and she's like pretending that she could cheat, that she would do that, and he just LOOKS at her with so much sadness in his eyes meanwhile seok ryu won't let her guards down at any moment, which is so heartbreaking because one must wonder how much she's been through to get to a point she can't even be sincere with her family/friends. and it's all there in seung hyo's eyes and !!! amazing. because early on, when her mom asks if she's cheated he also looks at her, only her, and it's a moment you can see what he is thinking too!!! god.

[carabas]

On my first playthrough, I had the impression that Lucanis must have broken out of his cell himself before we arrived, that the Venatori he fought when we found him were in the process of recapturing him. I was assuming he'd spent most of his time in the Ossuary in one of the standard small windowless cells.

But now that I actually read the map:

The room we found him in is Lucanis's cell. Before you walk through the door to this room, the label on the map is "High Security".

This suggests some horrible new headcanon options for me!

When you first walk into this room, you see the Venatori using blood magic (presumably, or at least magic that glows red) on that central pillar of... ice? crystal? And then you distract them, and Lucanis breaks through the pillar while the Venatori are focusing on you. (And he kills them all using only his bare hands, as if he doesn't have any knives on him - I think the only reason he does have his weapons and armor is for video game practicality reasons, I think this scene was written and animated as if he doesn't have his gear yet.) So... was the ice/crystal something that the Venatori had conjured just now as a way to restrain him while they did whatever they were doing with their blood magic? Or is the ice/crystal a standard feature of his cell?

Assuming he's not usually kept restrained by magical ice/crystals, if he's usually able to move around within this cell behind the locked door, then that conjures up horrible headcanon option number two, because this room is a platform surrounded by a seemingly bottomless chasm. It is very easy to just walk right off the ledge and fall into the chasm and respawn. And Calivan was convinced that Lucanis was a failure and that Zara would never admit it. And Lucanis has been imprisoned for a year with a demon growing inside him like a sharp hooked claw in his gut, and by the time we found him Calivan was keeping him in a cell that has access to a chasm deep enough to kill you... and of all the forms Spite could potentially take, he manifests as wings. In other words, as something that would not let itself be killed by falling.

[sacchiri]

r/malelivingspace

[thursdayinspace]

Soooo today's lunchtime smut contains no smut at all. It's also part of a WIP. Which didn't exist before I wrote this, but it does now. This is just feelings. Lots of them.

She’s been meaning to go home for the last hour or so. The fact that she’s still here, on his couch, feet on the coffee table, her body feeling sleep-heavy and her eyes closed…it might mean something or it might not. But here she is. He’s next to her mirroring her position, and she doesn’t think he’s asleep, she’d have heard him falling asleep from the shift in his breathing. It’s warm in here, and familiar. The walls around this house keep the world outside. That was their purpose when they bought it, and it is their purpose now, even if the reason for seeking shelter in here has changed.

She’s been meaning to go home, so why won’t her body move from this place?

When he rolls his head towards her to look at her she can feel it, and she looks back at him through half-opened eyelids and is powerless against the slow smile on her face. “I should go before I fall asleep,” she says, her voice low to fit the dim quiet of the room around them.

“You can’t drive like this,” he says, and something unravels in her chest. The last remaining tension seeps from her tired muscles.

“So it’s okay if I stay here tonight?” It wouldn’t be the first time. She still feels like she should ask. This thing between them has a name, but until one of them speaks it out loud, it has to remain vague. Undefined.

“Always,” he says, and she thinks about how his voice has changed since the day she met him all those many years ago. He’s not the same person, but at same time he is; he’s Mulder.

“Okay.” She closes her eyes again. The affirmation of right now is enough for the moment.

He gets up and she sighs; she was comfortable like this, with the warmth of him a steadying presence against her side. But then his arms slide underneath her shoulders, her legs. “Come on,” he says softly, and she blinks at him slowly as he lifts her.

“What are you—”

“We’re too old to fall asleep on the couch like this.”

Bed, then. She wraps her arms around him and leans her head against his shoulder. “I can walk,” she says, not expecting him to set her down, not wanting him to.

“I know you can.”

She feels small in his arms and it feels good. Out there in the world, she has to stand on tiptoe, spine straight, head raised high, making herself a giant. With him, she can let go. With him, she can be all the versions of herself that live inside her and he will look at her and know her.

“Thank you,” she says. For so many things. For letting her know him.

She thought she knew the ways in which the world could be known. Definable, quantifiable facts. Ever since she met him, he’s made her waver in her certainty. He never questioned the facts themselves, but from the start he asked the same thing over and over: How can you know?

This, them, what binds them together, is the greatest mystery of all. She has the words: love, friendship, loyalty, devotion. A neatly packaged set of ingredients that make up their relationship. But when she looks a little closer, she can’t define the words in any way that satisfies her scientist’s heart.

He kisses her hair and she breathes him in and she can’t put this into any tautological definition, any mathematical equation: a + b = c; Mulder + Scully = love. She can’t find a set of qualities that make up love. It just is. It’s in the way he looks at her, in the way her face breaks into a smile when he calls her, in the way it feels to kiss him. It’s in the way he carries her up the stairs to the bedroom.

“I have to brush my teeth,” she mumbles against his neck and he sets her down gently and follows her into the bathroom.

They brush their teeth side by side, the way they used to, and no time at all has passed since then, except the lifetime that lies between the day she left him and this moment. She has pajamas in one of the drawers of his dresser. She puts on one of his t-shirts instead.

When the lights are off she rolls into him, sticks her cold feet between his legs and rests her head on his chest. He holds her close and doesn’t say anything. There’s nothing to say.

She has no definition for home either.

His warmth becomes hers as she drifts on the edge of sleep. Nothing warms her like he does. She could be happy without him if she really tried. She could live a simpler life. He’s complicated, their life is complicated, and even though it would be possible, she doesn’t want to imagine anything else. She loves him with her entire heart.

“Mulder?” she whispers.

“Yeah?”

“I want to come home.”

He hugs her tighter and the beating of his heart under her ear remains slow and steady. “You are.”

She’d been meaning to go home. And she did. Maybe she knows the definition of the word, in all the ways that matter.

[vaguely-concerned]

just for fun this time during 'sea of blood' I counted out all the venatori corpses I think we can be pretty sure were lucanis' handiwork before we show up (not including the ones he kills in his initial cutscene, and with an assumption that he's been at work mainly up and down in the areas we move through until we find him, not behind the locked door -- I think that's mostly the work of rampaging undead and other venatori-hoisted-by-their-own-petard suchlikes). can thus happily inform you lucanis has killed at least 32 venatori before rook and company get there. at least one of them he's impaled on their own weird crystal spike things the venatori mages cast as an AOE attack and that they're trying to keep him contained with when we find him. so he's clearly been keeping busy lol. that's my boy dispensing poetic justice and claiming some enrichment in his enclosure while he's at it good for him!

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Mercedes-Benz F125! Concept, 2011. Presented at the Frankfurt motor show, the F125! was powered by a hydrogen fuel cell the fed 4 in wheel electric motors that created a rear-drive biased 4-wheel drive system. The front motors provide 67 bhp and the rear 134 bhp with a total peak of 308 bhp. The name celebrated the the 125th anniversary of Mercedes-Benz

[lesbianredhoodedmercenary]

so if the sinners are all sleeping in their cells.... how's ishmael holding up?

if she's ever in a bad mood when she tries to open the door to her room does she just get hit with a wave of ocean water. does it flood the bus. does she have to just stand in chest high water (with more pouring in) until she's in the right mental state too have a normal room. fascinated by the possibilities here.

[whotfelsewantedtobelynnyx]

Headcanon that the real reason Carmilla was so preemptively over Alastor being back in town was because between Rosie (excited), Vox (it’s complicated), and the rest of the Overlords (massive gossips. See Zestial.), he’s been the topic of pretty much every conversation in their social circle for the past month.

Alastor: I’m sure you’ve all been wondering where I’ve been.

Carmilla: No. No, I haven’t. And if I have to hear one more word about it, I am going to lose my goddamn mind.

(the three different betting pools running simultaneously were what pushed her over the edge)

[theunholyvirginemilyprentiss]

Hot girls have an unhinged obsession with the profilers of the BAU which rises to the level of clinical insanity 💅.

*Rocking back and forth in the corner of my padded cell, gnawing through my “straight” jacket to get to my Criminal Minds box set*

[elias-drawsthings]

After listening to TMA I couldn't help but think about slightly ominous doors, so here are some small sketches I did late last year.

I'm planning to digitize/add onto them a bit, so keep posted!

[louis-sj]

Solitary Confinement Door

AdSeg door: https://www.tumblr.com/louis-sj/745589264003350528/adseg?source=share

Same cell. Note the frame mounted lock.

[justaz]

the knights and merlin are kidnapped and the kidnappers quickly realize that the scrawny servant is protected by the knights and since the knights are trained to withstand anything the kidnappers could throw at them it’d be pointless to torture them for info, so they turn their sights on merlin - a servant who is glancing around nervously and was hiding behind a tree when they ambushed the knights and was definitely not taught to withstand torture. they chain the knights to the walls and send in a fighter to wail on merlin who keeps opening his fat mouth to taunt the fighter into hitting harder so the fighter (offended, indignant) punches harder. the knights are straining against their restraints and calling out threats and insults to the fighter and telling merlin to shut the fuck up. merlin spits blood at the fighters feet and tells them they hit like a bitch.

the fighter is irate and merlin hits the ground while the fighter pummels him. merlin curls into a ball and begs them to stop. the kidnappers outside watching the whole thing call the fighter back out so they don’t kill the serving boy bc thats their leverage rn. merlin remains laying on the ground until the kidnappers footsteps disappear after which he jumps up covered in blood, with a wide grin, and holds up a ring of keys. he unlocks all the knights chains and they’re looking him over with worry but merlin just beams (blood running from his nose over his teeth) and says he was being honest, their fighter hits like a bitch.

[tennessoui]

THE BIG BANG FIC IS SO CLOSE!!! IM BEYOND EXCITED AND CONGRATS ON FINISHING IT (AND YOUR ESSAY!)

hello and thank you!!! as im editing it rn to get it ready for posting, here is a no-context snippet (i also missed wip wednesday, so i'm counting this as that):

Obi-Wan hates the Sith. It is all he has energy for. To hate, as a form of inflicting pain. To suffer, from the pain he cannot escape. If Anakin had died—surely Obi-Wan would have felt it. Surely the universe would have shifted, shaken and scared of its own propensity for cruelty. Surely his heart would have lurched and his Force signature would have burned.  But he’d been wearing a Force Suppression collar that Vader had snapped onto his neck. Would he have been able to feel anything? Surely if Anakin had—surely Obi-Wan would have felt it. Despite all the reasons he couldn’t have or wouldn’t have. Surely, despite them all—if it were Anakin, if it were Anakin’s…surely… “Another Jedi intruder was captured on my ship,” Vader says. Obi-Wan blinks, turning his head to look at him. It is a break from routine, speaking to him. A part of Obi-Wan’s mind, who still cares for such things, notes that this is important information. But it is a small part. Obi-Wan turns his head back to look up at the ceiling once more.

[gothicspork]

Bobby Death’s Door

[burjoujou]

q!cellbit throughout the years: a child soldier who killed to survive, a feared convict that tried to manipulate and murder his way out of prison, a tortured investigator 8 or 9 years later stuck once again but on an island (at least he’s married and happy now).