#Rielle Santos

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Liked on YouTube: Sci-Fi Short Film "Apotheosis" | DUST || https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XlcuKadMBlE || Explore the DUST Multiverse on our App: https://bit.ly/DUSTChannel Selene, a young aerospace engineer, dreams of going to space, but was born naturally in this near-future society where the first generation of genetically engineered humans has come of age and has more privileges than those born like Selene. When her mother loses her job, Selene decides to compete against these genetically engineered humans in order to secure a job position on the first habitable space colony, Rusk Venture's Ourania. However, she'll be competing against her friend Fabrizio, Rusk's engineered son. Their friendship is pushed to the limit as their willpower and determination are put to the test. "Apotheosis" by Max Pearce Connect with the Filmmaker: https://ift.tt/VHtocZ7 "Apotheosis" Credits: Selene - Rene Leech Fabrizio - Dor Gvirtsman Minerva - Jane Casserly Rusk - Ross Turner Trainer - Vincent Stalba Newscaster - Wei Wilson Swimmer 1 - Hallie Kingsey Swimmer 2 - Oscar Martinez Baile Swimmer 3 - Rielle Oase Swimmer 4 - Keanu Ross-Cabrera Director - Max Pearce Produced by - Maria Sara Santoro Co-Producer - Brian DeAngelis Written by - Max Pearce & Maria Sara Santoro Director of Photography - John Burroughs Hanle Production Designer - Maria Sara Santoro Edited by - Riley Sweeney Lynch Costume Designer - Sonya Berg Visual Effects by - Shaman Marya Music by - David Myles Lewis Associate Producers - Hatuey Rodriguez, Josh Powell First Assistant Director - Tony Gx Shi Second Assistant Director - Yizhi Shi First Assistant A Camera - Catalina Parra First Assistant B Camera - Amber Rose Jones Second Assistant A Camera - Sayali Upadhye Second Assistant B Camera - Caleb Smith, June Kim Steadicam Operator - Lars Struck Gaffer - Louven Ryes Key Grip - Laura Stone G&E Swings - Sean Farley, Chris Hall, Chris Ube, Cory Ewing, Devon Johns Sound Design - Carter Tate Sound Recorder - Evan Hartney Sound Mixer - Vera Tin Art Director - Cat Johnson Set Decorator - Addison Rolleri Hair and Make-up - Kaia Langois Set Production Assistants - Ziqi Huang, Bingliang Li, Victoria Interiano, Greg Shell, Elizaveta Kaminski, Tayla Dixon Script Supervisors - Santos Herrera, Ian Kent, BTS Photographer - Rielle Oase Storyboards - Nhan Le Concept Art - Catherine Wu Additional Visual Effects by - Josh Steede Colorist - John Burroughs Hanle Titles and Credits by - Craig Lief On-Set Lifeguards - Devon Coates, Kyle Brandstater USC Faculty Advisors - Mike Fink, Brenda Goodman Festivals & Distribution/Licensing - Sandrine Faucher Cassidy Catering by - Too Tasty Catering Stock Footage Provided by - Pexels A USC Short FIlm Subscribe to the DUST and ALTER newsletter: https://ift.tt/OeWPSBf Subscribe to DUST on YouTube: http://bit.ly/2aqc5vh #DUST #scifi #shortfilm About DUST: DUST presents thought-provoking science fiction content, exploring the future of humanity through the lens of science and technology. From timeless classics to cutting-edge movies, series, short films, and podcasts, DUST acquires, produces and distributes all content types. DUST is also available on Amazon FireTV, AndroidTV, AppleTV, Fubo, IMDBTV, iOS, Peacock, Roku, Redbox, Samsung TV, Sling, STIRR, Tivo, Vizio, Xumo and 7Plus. On our OTT platforms, we offer cutting-edge and classic feature films, series, podcasts, and our entire shorts library. #TheFutureAwaits Watch on the DUST App: https://bit.ly/DUSTChannel Subscribe to the DUST Newsletter: https://bit.ly/signal_newsletter" Connect with DUST Website: https://ift.tt/UdAKuWp Sign-up for DUST newsletter: https://ift.tt/a1FEv05 Watch DUST on your TV: Available on Roku, Samsung TV, Apple TV, Android TV...and more Watch more on YouTube: http://bit.ly/2amTSen Follow Us on Facebook: http://bit.ly/2aqYgtZ Follow Us on Instagram: http://bit.ly/2amAhRt Listen to the DUST podcast: Apple: http://bit.ly/DUST-Audio Spotify: http://bit.ly/DUST-Spotify Stitcher: http://bit.ly/DUST-Stitcher Castbox: http://bit.ly/DUST-Castbox iHeart: http://bit.ly/DUST-iHeart About Gunpowder + Sky: Creating content that resonates and impacts pop culture conversation, by empowering creators to take risks and experiment relentlessly in the pursuit of novel stories and formats. https://www.youtube.com/watchdust

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KoFi Request: Family Holiday

Another one for the amazing @lychee-days​! Family Holiday Trip! F!Gabriel (Rielle) and Daniel ready to leave for a holiday to Venice~ ft. Uncle Israfel, who is joining, and Lucifer, who uh...decided to tag along

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It would have been far easier to simply slip between planes to get to Venice. Instead you’re stuck in this seemingly endless line, bouncing up and down on your toes. Daniel looks a tad pale, mumbling to himself. Heights had never bothered him, but apparently his first time on an airplane is causing anxiety.

It’s your first time too, and Israfel’s, but telling Daniel that hadn’t helped. All he had said in response is that flying when you can fly under your own power is entirely different from flying when you have no ability to fly.

Finally, the line moves, and you watch as Daniel takes stuff out of your bags. Israfel doesn’t have anything apart from his boarding pass and a fake id you had to beg Sabriel for. She had pointed out that he was perfectly capable of meeting you in Venice, but you had continued to plead until she caved. Not that you were nervous, but having Israfel around always made new experiences feel less frightening.

You bounce through the metal frame, following Daniel and collecting your bags. He had insisted on packing after watching you try the first time. In your defense, packing isn’t a skill angels are taught, and there are a great many rules to follow about what you can and cannot bring.

Your smile dims as you reach the gate and realize that you have yet more waiting to do. It would be so easy to slip planes, you think, narrowing your eyes. Sure, you aren’t supposed to while in your mortal shell, but sitting around and waiting is boring.

Someone calls your name, and you look around in confusion. “Rielle Santos, please report to the flight attendant at the gate.” You twist your hands in front of your chest, wondering what you had done now as you slink up to the attendant. She beams a smile and holds out three tickets.

“Ms. Santos, here are your upgraded tickets.” You blink. Upgraded? You hadn’t—

“We get to fly first-class?” Daniel’s wide-eyed enthusiasm as he pops up over the back of the seat to look at you make you decide that it’s not worth questioning this turn of good-fortune. Maybe Sabriel pulled some strings.

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Not too much later, despite how much Daniel complained about the flight being long—even after a decade on earth, most human periods of time feel like little more than blinks of the eye—the plane touches down. It’s not nearly as smooth as your own landings, but you imagine how excited Da Vinci would be to hear that you had flown in a machine at all. He would have loved it, you know.

From the airport, you make your way onto a train that takes you directly into Venice. As you get closer you tune out more of Daniel and Israfel’s banter, lost in old memories. Venice couldn’t have possibly changed that much over the centuries. It should be easy to take Daniel to Leonardo’s old workshop, maybe even the villa where you two had attended a party courtesy of Mona Lisa, though that hadn’t been the name she’d used at the time.

The train station is busy, but with Israfel’s lanky frame leading the way, neither you nor Daniel have problems with the crowd, and with Stephanie’s traveling charms, you’re not worried about pick-pockets or the like.

The three of you emerge into the sunshine, a series of stairs down leading to a canal full of water-taxis and boats. It’s similar in some ways to what you remember—crowds of people crossing canals, boats moving their cargo through the city—and different. But now there’s the noise of electric motors, and the air smells fresher than your remember.

“We’ll go to the hotel and then I’m thinking walk around, tomorrow we’ll go out to Murano and Burano and Torcel—”

You stop mid-sentence, distracted by a spectacle you probably should have noticed first. Dead center of the crowd, perched on a ridiculous amount of luggage, is Lucifer, dressed in a frilled burgundy shirt and black slacks, legs crossed at the ankles, arms thrown wide in welcome, silver hair coiffed in a style that would have been more at home a few centuries ago.

“Welcome to Venice!” he proclaims.

People are congregating around him, taking pictures with their phones. It doesn’t help that all his luggage looks like it came from the same time-period as his hairstyle, heavy wooden trunks covered in delicate carving and paintings, leather straps helping hold them closed. It looks like he’s moving here with the mountain of baggage he’s enthroned on.

“You didn’t say Lucifer was coming along,” Israfel states mildly, arching an eyebrow at you.

“I didn’t know he was,” you reply. Lucifer hops to his feet, claps his hands, and a few burly porters step forward and collect his luggage. One of them approaches you and relieves Daniel and you of your luggage as well, all while you stare at your father.

“Close your mouth dear. Venice hasn’t changed that much and you’ll catch flies standing about gaping like that,” he tells you, drawing you in and kissing each of your cheeks. He repeats the process with Daniel and then Israfel.

“You could have told me!” you exclaim, coming to your senses and throwing your arms around him in a hug.

“It wouldn’t have been much of a surprise if I did,” he points out, sweeping around in a gesture that says he is accustomed to having capes that flair dramatically behind him while doing so. You can practically picture it now.

“Come on, I thought we’d start with a gondola ride.”

“What about our luggage?”

“It’s being taken care of.” Good enough for you. You step into the wooden gondola after Lucifer, turning and offering your hand to Daniel. Daniel stares down at it.

“You’ve been on boats before,” you coax.

“I know. I don’t want to tip it though,” he says, cautiously extending a foot. When he makes contact with the bottom of the boat he grabs your hand and uses it to hop into the boat, causing it to rock slightly.

“See? Not bad at all,” you tell him with a fond smile, mussing his dark curls. You turn to offer help to Israfel, but he’s already in the gondola and folding his long frame onto a wooden bench seat.

“You cheat, Uncle Israfel,” Daniel grumbles, his legs shaking as he attempts to follow suit. It’s more of a controlled collapse, but he makes it onto the seat and not over the side of the boat which you count as a victory. You’d ended up in a canal once; it isn’t an experience you want to repeat even if the water seems cleaner now.

“Hardly. I’ve had lots of practice. Now your grandfather? He cheats,” Israfel points out. You join them sitting down, not looking at your father.

“I use my God-given gifts,” Lucifer proclaims. “I fail to see how that qualifies as cheating.”

Daniel rolls his eyes. “So what are we doing, Grandpa?” he asks, his head turning to and fro, trying to take in everything there is to see, from the flowerpots handing in the windows over the canals to the shops and relics of days past. If he wasn’t as worried about the boat rocking, you’re certain he’d be rushing from side-to-side to get a better look at your surroundings.

“It’s not… cheating,” you say diplomatically. “But you do show-off a lot. Like the first-class tickets and whatever else you have planned.”

“I am an old man. It gives me great happiness to take my daughter and grandchild on vacation and spoil them rotten. And, of course, Israfel. Though I admit I’m surprised there’s no Michael.”

“You know how he is about human stuff,” you say with a small shrug, trying not to look guilty. You had offered, but were relieved when he declined. He’s been better since you started letting him sleep over, but better isn’t good, and this trip is about family, preferably without family squabbles.

“I do,” Lucifer agrees. “And to start with tonight, we can walk around Piazzo San Marco and admire the Basilica’s statues from outside. We can go in tomorrow if you like, or take a private water taxi out to the islands. Those are a must see. Burano is known for lace, and while I don’t use it much in my wardrobe any more, the process of making lace is incredible, as are the different designs. Not to mention the houses there are beautiful, painted a wide variety of vivid colors. It’s quite famous. Now, Murano is home to glass blowing, and the different studios have their own unique sands that they’ve been using for centuries. Now Torcello, that’s…”

You continue to listen with one ear as try to locate where you are. The Rialto bridge makes one landmark, crowded with tourists and vendors hawking their wares. “It’s a pity there’s not a carnival happening. I used to love attending those,” Lucifer continues in the background.

Daniel taps your knee. “What are you thinking about?” he asks softly.

“That it’s been a long time since I’ve walked these streets. Leonardo used to like to get up early, get to the market as people were setting up. He loved to sketch the different people. One time he even bought a bird in a cage to study. He was always doing that; studying. He always had hundreds of questions racing through his mind, and he would hop from one thing to another, trying to answer them all.”

“Are we going to visit where he lived?” he asks, leaning forward in his eagerness.

“If it’s still standing, and not submerged. I—oh, well, this brings back memories.” The gondola pulls into a gated entrance, a palatial estate that you had been to a few times back in the days. There had been guards, then, and banners of the noble family living there, not insignias of the hotel. Lucifer hops dramatically out of the boat, Israfel somehow already on the dock.

Daniel and you exchange a glance. “I fully believe in your capability to get up there without falling in the water,” you tell him with a solemn nod.

“And I believe that I can do better than you, mom,” he says and with a jaunty salute, scrambles up to the dock, sending the gondola rocking before the gondolier steadies it. You follow with more trepidation, but you don’t have any mishaps.

“Check-in and meet back here in twenty minutes?” Lucifer suggests, sweeping through the doors, anticipating their movement. He is a king, making his dramatic entry into his palace.

“Well, this is going to be entertaining,” Israfel comments at your shoulder. You wish he would make noise when he moves. Humans are fragile beings and you’re certain that every time he startles you it shortens the lifespan of your shell.

“It won’t be that bad.”

“True. It’s not like we’re taking the king of Hell into the Vatican or something,” he says, flashing a smile as you wait your turn at the counter.

“Would that be bad for me?”

Daniel’s voice is soft at your side.

Both you and Israfel startle, having thought he was still off peeking at the rich dressings of the lobby from the marble floors to the gold gilded ceiling, with murals and tapestries and statues aplenty between. Ostentatious seemed an inadequate description for the kind of casual display of art and wealth visible here.

“No, honey, oh no,” you rush to assure him. “You’re not evil, Daniel. And consecrated ground really only affects demons and not very well at the higher power levels to be honest. Not unless god or an angel has reinforced the blessings, and while yes, the Vatican is one of the strongest holy sites, it’s not going to affect you.”

“It’s a bit gauche anyways,” Israfel demurs. “And a tragedy to see the statues. I remember when they had color and now they’re bleached white like bones.”

“That’s a bit dark,” Daniel comments, side-eyeing Israfel.

“Such is life,” Israfel responds with a shrug. He stops at his room. “I’d get running shoes on. We are going out with Lucifer.”

“Good point,” you murmur, opening the door to Daniel and yours room. Your father can put small children to shame with his chaotic energy.

Daniel gasps when he sees the large canopy bed, racing ahead and throwing himself onto it with a giggle of pure joy.

“Your bed is in the other room!” You tell him. He gets to his feet, bouncing on them. “Come on, mom. You know you want to jump too!”           

Your resolve lasts a second before you join Daniel, the two of you bouncing around the bed until you collapse, breathless.

Daniel grimaces, and pulls out a scroll from behind him. He tosses it at you. “I guess they’re really into the whole over the top fancy schmancy stuff,” he says.

You cant your head. There’s something about the wax seal that seems familiar to you, but it’s not until you open it and find a familiar scrawl that you feel all the hairs on your body stand up.

Welcome back, Gabriel.

Sincerely,

A friend.  

“Wow!” Daniel takes it from you. “This is legit calligraphy! And it’s—backwards? Wasn’t that da Vinci’s thing?”

“Yes, it was. Backwards and forwards, both hands; he was special. This, however, would be Lisa’s. And yes, I mean the model for Mona Lisa. She says welcome back to Venice.”

“She wasn’t, er, isn’t human?”

“Not in the least.”

You know the look in his eyes, and you laugh. “Let’s go meet your grandfather, and I’ll tell you all about it. Some of the old haunts are probably still kicking around, though we’ll skip any of the water folk.”

Eyes sparkling, Daniel trails after you to the lobby while you start talking about your time as a muse. Israfel chimes in, and when you meet up with Lucifer, he’s quick to add his own tangential anecdotes.  

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twenty questions tag

tagged by @emdrabbles bc they said anyone could so :)

i. name: elizabeth

ii. nickname: ellie

iii. zodiac sign: sagittarius

iv. height: 5′6″

v. languages: english

vi. nationality: american

vii. favorite season: spring/summer

viii. favorite flower: peonies or maybe sunflowers??? or perhaps daisies ????? i also love a good poppy

ix. favorite scent: flowers or clean linen or vanilla (or also strawberry)

x. favorite color: yellow or pastel pink

xi. favorite animal: cats !!!!!!!

xii. favorite fictional characters: remus lupin, sirius black, rielle dardenne, jasmine santos, stevie bell, viv carter, simon lewis, i could go on forever tbh lemme stop here

xiii. coffee, tea or hot chocolate: coffee but i love a good chai

xiv. average sleep hours: 6-7 hours

xv. dog or cat person: cat!!!!!!!!

xvi. number of blankets you sleep with: like 6

xvii. dream trip: florence and mykonos

xviii. blog established: i wanna say july 2019

xix. followers: 4.5k ! thank u all so much why are you following me i’m a hot mess

xx. random fact: i have three black belts in taekwando

tagging: anyone who sees this, you’re now under legal obligation to do it

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RULES. post as many songs as you like that remind you of your muse/s and then tag people whose songs you want to see. repost, don’t reblog.

TAGGED BY @alabngpuso ♥♥ ty!

TAGGING: @multiivolus, @mvndrvke & anyone else who wants to do this!

aileen santos 

1. let me fall by cirque du soleil ( the og song for aileen ) 2. survivor by 2wei 3. running on air by moonfall  4. born for this by the score ( also hunter vibes )  5. who i am by the score 6. whatever it takes by imagine dragons 7. soldiers by otherwise ( plus camp half-blood/hunter vibes ) 8. the one to survive by hidden citizens & josh bruce williams 9. far from home (the raven) by sam tinnesz 10. a little wicked by valerie broussard 11. stronger by the score 12. control by halsey 13. how far i’ll go by chase holfelder 14. born ready by zayde wølf 15. grip ( alternative version) by seeb & bastille 16. tomorrow we fight by tommee profitt & svrcina  ( plus camp half-blood/hunter vibes ) 17. battlefield by svrcina ( plus camp half-blood/hunter vibes ) 18. dark side by bishop briggs 19. who am i (acoustic version) by riell 20. stay alive by hidden citizens & remmi

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Magnum #NeverStopPlaying - White Almond

Starring Martine Cajucom, Janine Gutierrez, Raymond Gutierrez, and Sarah Lahbati

Client: Magnum / Unilever Philippines Agency: Bridges PR Production House: Seabiscuit Films

Directed by Apa Agbayani Executive Producer: Jobed Nadonga Director of Photography: Martika Ramirez Escobar

Production Design by Rielle Ramos Wardrobe Styling by Andie Javelosa Production Manager: Roanne Aujero Edited and Colored by Lorraine Santos Camera Operator: Jiro Orduña

Interns: Sheila Aligway and IX De Jesus Lights: CineJepoy Utility: Jun Gallo

Special thanks to: First United Building Corp. Arts Serrano of One/Zero Reymart Cerin and Vince Africa of The Public School Manila EJ Constantino of Manila Who

Source: Apa Agbayani