#it's why the font is color red lmao

[papaiyatree]

does tiktok think i hate sonadow? because they have been giving me so many damned tiktoks from folks who hate it

[cielcreations]

"Slay The Prince" - Prologue: The Hero and The Prince

AN: So I'll probably only be posting this one chapter to Tumblr, just because I want to color coordinate all the text (as if I don't have enough work for myself, lmao), and Tumblr is very limited with what you can and can't do.

However, I will not be leaving y'all empty handed. If you want to read the full book/future chapters, here's the link to the AO3 page, where there will be a rainbow of colors, different fonts, and more exciting stuff. This is literally my passion project, so please enjoy!

"You're on a path in the woods." A voice told him, causing the man to look over. A man with dirty blonde hair, pale skin, and glowing green eyes rested on a nearby boulder. He was dressed in a simple black suit with a red tie, scarlet macaw wings on his back. He smiled at the man, "And at the end of that path, is a cabin. And in the basement of that cabin is a prince."

He looked up at the path of trees, the wind blowing leaves around, the twigs lifting themselves a bit and flowing with the wind. The path up the hill was steep, with dirt and gravel leading him up towards the cabin. The trees were bent in such a way, beckoning him to come closer.

A prince really lived up there?

"You're here to slay him. If you don't, it will be the end of the world."

The man looked back at the other, confused, "The end of the world? What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the end of everything as we know it. No more birds, no more trees, and, perhaps, the most problematic, no more people. You have to put an end to him."

"But how can a prince, locked away in a basement, end the world?"

"Don't... linger on the specifics." The avian brushed him off, "You have a job to do here. Just get in there and do what needs to be done. We're all counting on you."

"Do you have any evidence to back this up?"

The avian sighed, "Look, you're already on the path that leads to the cabin. Why would you be here if you weren't to complete a very important task?"

The man blinked, thinking.

"You've made it this far, you might as well reach the end of your journey."

"...How did I even get here?"

"Does that matter? You got here and that's a fact. You got here because of your task that needed to be done. Who cares about the how. Let's focus on the now."

The man stared for a second, before asking his next question, "Have you considered that maybe the only reason he's going to end the world is because he's locked up?"

"While I appreciate the mental exercise, we are running up against a bit of a ticking clock." The avian groaned. He then sighed, "Nevertheless, let me assure you; the prince is locked up because he's dangerous. He's not dangerous because he is locked up." The man went to say something, but the avian stood, holding his hand up as he began walking around him, "And before you decide to waste even more of our time by asking how I know that, let me suggest a more pragmatic lens through which to view this situation." Once he stood in front of the man again, he looked up, glowing green eyes digging into his skull, "Causality doesn't matter here because the end result is the same, no matter what led us up to this point. If the prince leaves the cabin, the world will end, and there is no changing that. It's no use arguing semantics over a metaphorical chicken-or-egg, because the egg is hatched and it's about to ruin everything."

The avian then smiled and poked the man's chest, "Unless, of course, you do your job and slay him!"

"Killing a prince seems kind of bad, though, doesn't it?" The man crossed his arms over his chest, a bit uncomfortable.

"Does it? Are you a monarchist?" The avian hummed, beginning to circle him again, "Is slaying a prince that much worse than slaying a fisherman or a miller or a seamstress? If anything, slaying a prince is much better than slaying a fisherman! A fisherman contributes something valuable to society."

"Can't someone else do this?"

"Oh, if only that were the case, but, atlas, I do not make the rules!" He hummed again, his hand going to his chin, "I have to say, I'm surprised at your reluctance thus far. But, unfortunately for the both of us, you're the only one who can pull this off! Like I said, I don't make the rules." He sighed, stopping in his tracks, looking at the dirt, "No matter how much I wish I did..."

"Do I get some sort of reward for doing this?" The man huffed.

"Yes, but you'll have to slay him before you get it."

"Can't you tell me what my prize will be for doing a good job?"

"It's a secret, but I think you'll like it~! It's a special reward, just for you!" The avian winked, "And whatever you think it might be, I can promise you, it's going to be even better!"

The man continued to hesitate, "Have you considered that maybe I'm okay with the world ending?" He shrugged.

"Of course I haven't. Why would I even consider that? Nobody wants the world to end!" The avian huffed, his wings growing stiff as he narrowed his eyes. He then thought for a second, "...Well, I mean, maybe some people do, like nihilists or very, very, very evil people. But surely, you're not one of those, right?"

The man shrugged, "Forget it, I'm not doing it."

"Are you serious? No, you have to do it." The avian hissed.

The man narrowed his eyes, "Okay, look, I'll go to the cabin and I'll talk to him and if he's as bad as you say he is, then maybe I'll slay him. But I'm not committing to anything until I've had the chance to meet him face to face."

The avian spun around, turning into a scarlet macaw and landing on the man's shoulder, "Then I guess we'll have to see what happens. But, a word of warning? If you go in prepared to hear him out, he could easily trap you in his web of lies. And the more you listen to his honeyed words, the harder it'll be the pull yourself out." He then whispered in the man's ears, "Then each and every one of us is doomed."

The man stiffened.

"So, sure, go and talk to him! See how that turns out for all of us!"

The man shook his head, ignoring him as he made his way up the path. Upon doing so, he reached the bottom of the hill. Looking up, he saw a nice, normal, wooden cabin.

"You make your way up the short path to the cabin."

"Are you just going to narrate everything I do?" The man asked with a hiss.

"Hey, that's my job! My job is to say the facts!" The avian hissed back, huffing, "You'll find the prince within!"

"We're not going to go through with this, right?" Another voice asked, the two turning. Beside him was a brunette man with tan skin and yellow eyes, wearing a black prince coat with golden buttons and a yellow trim, black jeans, black boots, and a black cape with a yellow trim and yellow i on it. He had a sword strapped to his side, but he didn't touch it. He looked at the man, a look of concern on his face, "I mean, he's a prince, right? Aren't heroes suppose to save princes and princesses? Not slay them!"

The Narrator, the avian, flew and landed on the Hero's shoulder, turning into his human self again. He pinched the brunette's cheek, smirking, "Ignore him! He doesn't know what he's talking about!"

The brunette glared at the avian, "You always did annoy me, Narrator."

The dirty blonde just smiled, sitting on the Hero's shoulder, his new perch.

The man hesitated, staring at the two before looking at the cabin, hesitantly proceeding.

"The interior of the cabin is almost entirely bare. The air is stale and musty and the floor and walls are painted in a layer of dust. The only furniture of note is a plain wooden table. Perched on the table is a pristine blade." The Narrator explained, "The blade is your implement. You'll need it if you want to do this right."

The man hesitated before taking the knife.

"You take the blade from the table. It'd be rather difficult to slay the prince and save the world without it."

The man slowly opened the door.

"The door to the basement creaks open, revealing a staircase faintly illuminated by an unseen light in the room below. This is an oppressive place. The air feels heavy and damp, a hint of rot filtering from the ancient wood." The Narrator chuckled, "If the prince really lives down here, slaying him is probably doing him a favor."

The man and Hero glared at him.

"Who's there?" A voice called.

"He sounds... dangerous." The Hero commented, "It's almost as if he's the one in charge down here."

"He will do anything if it means setting himself free. He will lie, cheat, and steal, anything he thinks he needs to do to run." The Narrator grew serious, "Do not let it fool you. It's all part of the manipulation."

The man ignored them, answering the voice, "Uh, just checking in on you?"

"Oh? It's been so long since anyone's come down here. I was starting to think they forgot about me." His voice carried in a calculated way.

The man walked down the stairs, the Narrator continuing his... narration.

"You walk down the stairs and lock eyes with the prince. There's a heavy chain around his wrist, binding him to the wall of the basement." 

The man stared, holding the knife, looking over the prince. He had dirty blonde hair, though his was brighter than the Narrator's, as if the sun was somehow shining down on his hair, despite being down here. His eyes were a beautiful ocean blue, calculated, reserved, secretive as he stared at the man. His skin had a nice tan to it, freckles dancing across his body, wearing a simple white button up blouse, black jeans, and white socks, a small golden crown resting on his head.

On his back were two beautiful, golden yellow wings.

"He's so... coldly beautiful..." The Hero spoke, "Is he really a threat to the world?"

"Focus on the task at hand." The Narrator hissed.

The prince lifted his head, a sneer appearing on his face, "And there you are. Are you here to kill me or something?"

"I'm... just here to talk." The man tried to reassure.

"Oh? Then why did you bring a knife?" The prince accused before smirking, "How about you drop it and then we can chat."

"He makes a compelling point. What if we just drop the blade and talked?" The Hero motioned to the prince, "Look at him! He's not a threat!"

"Don't you dare!" The Narrator warned.

"It's fine. We can decide what we want to do after we talk to him. Maybe he really is a monster, but killing someone in cold blood isn't very becoming of us."

The man dropped the knife, "There."

The Narrator sighed, "The blade tumbles out of your trembling hands and drops to the floor with an unceremonious clang."

"Thank you." The prince mocked, "Maybe now we can just... talk."

The man ignored his quip, "May I step forward?"

"My, my, so polite." The prince motioned to the place in front of him, "Go right ahead. But try anything and it will not end good for you."

"Against your better judgement, you step forward to speak with the prince. Face to face. Unarmed." The Narrator groaned, making his disdain known.

"We'll be fine." The Hero reassured.

"I don't know what you're hoping to accomplish here, but I can assure you there's no reasoning with him!" He sighed, "Just make sure you don't forget about the blade on the floor. You're going to need it."

"So, here we are." The prince looked away, but still kept his guard up, "What an awkward way to start a relationship."

"What's your name?" The man asked.

The prince looked at him, raising an eyebrow. He then puffed out his chest and wings, "You may call me your royal highness, his majesty, or any other honorific, really."

"Uh, yeah..." The man looked away.

"I mean, what did you expect? He's a prince." The Hero reminded.

".....Solidarity..."

The man looked back up, the prince looking at the floor, "...Or you may call me Solidarity..." He looked up again, "...And you?"

"Oh, I'm Impulse- oh, wait, sorry..." The Hero chuckled.

"...I go by Tango." The man smiled.

"...Tango, huh... Interesting name. I don't think I've heard of you before." He then snickered to himself, "Then again, I've been down here for so long, I might've forgotten."

"Just long has he been down here?" Impulse, the Hero, questioned.

"Too long. Which is why you must slay him!" The Narrator hissed, looking at his nails.

Tango asked, "So, um, how would I go about getting you out of here?"

"You can't, don't bother."

"I'm guessing you don't have the key, then? I'm sure there's a key somewhere around here. And, if there isn't, well... we could put that knife to good use."

"He isn't suggesting what I think he's suggesting, right...?" Impulse asked.

"He is, I'm sure of it."

Tango ignored the two, "I don't want you to hurt yourself."

"Ohoho, hero, are you?" Solidarity snickered, "Don't bother. You were sent here to kill me, right? Do you even know why?"

"...You're meant to end the world."

"DON'T JUST TELL HIM THAT!" The Narrator yelled.

The blonde prince laughed hysterically, "Ahahahahaha! Is that why they threw me down here?!" He giggled maniacally, "If I'm supposed to be capable of ending the world, then how did I wind up here, chained to a wall? Have they told you why I'm allegedly so 'dangerous~?'"

"No. They haven't. I was hoping you'd be able to tell me."

"Ending the world seems like an awful lot for just one person to do. I wouldn't even know where to start!" He hummed, "However, at the end of the day, whatever the two of us have going on down here is about trust. Whoever sent you to 'slay me,' claimed I was a threat to the world, but didn't tell you why. That doesn't sound right to me, and I'm sure it doesn't sound right to you, which is why you dropped the knife and why we're talking." The prince then smiled brightly, "I could easily say I'd love to just live a nice, peaceful, quiet life in a cottage in a flower field, or how I'd like to open up a ranch with a ton of chickens, cows, sheep, horses, maybe even a couple of cats!" Solidarity's smile fell, face going cold, "But what good is my word? I can say any number of 'good things' or things I think you want to hear, but at the end of the day, you don't know me. So what good is my word in a situation like this?" He then looked down at his nails, "It's all about blind trust. And tell me, who do you trust? The prisoner, the victim, the prince clearly incapable of ending the world? Or do you trust whoever put me down here?"

"Okay, I think we've talked enough." Tango stood.

"Oh? Have you figured out what you want to do with me?" Solidarity raised an eyebrow, body stiff, still on guard.

"You know what you have to do!" The Narrator exclaimed.

Tango grabbed the chains, looking over them, "I'm getting you out of here."

"What- You've got to be kidding me!"

The prince looked up at him with wide eyes before smiling slightly.

The Narrator groaned, "You walk up to the chains binding the prince to the wall and give them a tug. They're large and heavy, far too solid for you to even imagine trying to break them apart."

"Damn." Tango hissed.

"If you don't have the key, maybe you should go looking for it. I'm sure it's somewhere upstairs."

"Doubtful. Only thing up there was a table and the knife."

"Yes because whoever threw him down here intended to keep him here, never wanting him to see the light of day again." The Narrator hissed.

"Oh? Then I don't mind loosing an arm." Solidarity spoke with complete nonchalance.

"If we were stuck down here for long enough, I'm sure we'd be nonchalant about cutting our way out. Anything to finally be free." Impulse shrugged.

"I'll be right back." Tango reassured, going to the stairs.

"You attempt to make your way out of the basement-" The Narrator leaned against the wall, a smirk on his face as the door slammed closed, "-buuuuuuuut the door at the top of the stairs slams shut. You hear the click of a lock sliding into place."

"Is someone else here?" Impulse asked.

Tango ran up the stairs, trying the door, banging on it, "Hey! Who's there?! Let me out!"

"You're not leaving until your job is done."

"You set us up!" Impulse hissed.

Tango made his way back down the stairs, Solidarity looking at him.

"Seems you're locked down here as well." The prince commented.

"It would have been soooooo much easier if you'd simply slain her like you were suppose to!"

"Easier for who?"

"Easier for everyone."

"I'm really sorry..." Tango apologized.

"No matter. The knife." Solidarity pointed to it, "Pick it up and cut me out of here."

Tango hesitated, but did as he was told. He grabbed the knife and took the blade. He put the edge of the knife against the prince's skin.

"What're-?! Uggggh, against your better judgement, you place the blade against the prince's arm, just above the massive, unyielding chain. The blade is sharp and you make quick work of it. Before long, you're able to crack through bone. Soon enough, he pulls the bleeding stub of his arm through the iron gauntlet."

"He didn't so much as utter a sound..." Impulse said with concern.

Solidarity stood up.

"Free from his bindings, the prince turns to face you, his fierce gaze meeting your eyes."

"A-Are you okay?" Tango asked.

"Fine." The prince responded.

"How is he so composed after loosing an arm? It's like he's not even bothered by it!"

"Thank you. Now, let's go." Solidarity began to walk to the stairs.

Tango followed after him.

"No. We won't have any of that." Tango felt his body freeze up, unable to react. The Narrator held his wrists and Tango suddenly felt like he was merely wearing a suit of his body, unable to control it, "The stakes are too high, you can't just let him escape into the world! I can't just let him escape into the world!" The man watched as the prince approached the bottom stair, "As the prince approaches the bottom stair, your body steps forward and raises the blade."

As the man narrated, Tango felt himself sluggishly preforming the action.

"Wait, this isn't fair!" The man watched as Impulse's hand grabbed his wrist, trying to stop him, "You can't just do that!"

"Watch me."

Tango struggled but choked out, "M-MOVE!"

"Stop that."

"I thought this was a little too easy..." Solidarity murmured.

The Narrator growls, "Your body lunges forward to sink the blade into her back, but the prince swiftly moves out of the way before you can connect." He hissed, "Stop resisting me!"

"R-R-Run-!" Tango choked out, attempting to stab Solidarity again, the prince dodging one more.

"I am trying to get you out of here alive!"

The man held his own wrist down, struggling against it, Impulse trying to help him fight the Narrator, "P-Please-! Get a-away!"

"The blade! Move. The. Blade!"

"You're doing your best to help me, aren't you?" The prince asked softly. He gently tilted Tango's head up, the two meeting one another's eyes, "I can see the conflict in your eyes." He cupped Tango's cheek, "I'll make this quick."

"He steps forward and pries the blade from your rigid hands." The Narrator sighed, giving up control.

"Maybe I'll see you in another life?"

"And then he slits your throat with an almost clinical ease."

Tango sputtered, coughing as he grabbed his throat. He fell forward, Solidarity catching him. He gently fell to his knees, holding Tango in his lap as the other bled.

"His face remains unchanging as you both fall to the ground, blood flowing from your butchered neck."

Tango looked up, seeing an unreadable, blank expression placed on the prince's face. Behind him, stood the Narrator and Impulse, the brunette covering his mouth in shock.

"T-This... This is the end, isn't it?" Impulse asked.

"I'm afraid it is." The Narrator closed his eyes, with a sigh.

Tango looked at the prince, who smiled softly at him. Gently, Solidarity closed his eyelids.

"Everything goes dark, and you die. I hope it was worth it."

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"You're on a path in the woods-

[monarchisms]

oh yeah, now that it's closed, here's the post i wanted to make about that rt rebrand poll i made last week. this will be pretty long and kinda rambly, so feel free to just blacklist the "long post" tag :)

so like, i made the poll because of 2 main reasons: 1. because of a mix of comments i saw on other sites from people who also didn't know what color it was supposed to be, and 2. because of myself confidently believing it was some shade of orange until i switched from looking at it from my laptop screen to my phone screen.

it being a godawful shade of red/red-orange was mentioned in the article itself, which is why my question was phrased "what color do you guys think it is?" since either red or orange is both technically correct. going more into the specifics of the poll numbers:

tumblr doesn't show the specific number of people who voted for any given poll option by default, just the percentage, so i went digging and followed this tutorial to get the raw data using firefox's inspect tool. the final results are, with 934 votes total, red at 551 votes (59%), orange at 303 votes (~32.4%), and other/a secret third thing at 80 votes (~8.6%).

red winning wasn't a surprise, really, but i was pleasantly surprised at how many people didn't have a definite answer or switched between answers like i did. i can't exactly pin down why that is, but if i had to wager some guesses...

the color scheme has a high chance of being a callback to rooster teeth's Popular Web Series Red Versus Blue™:

and with a want/need for rt to rebrand, the idea of keeping the color scheme while also making it modern and pop out is really cool, but its execution is uh...

i couldn't fit everyone's tags, but you get the gist. it fucking sucks, man.

as @god-of-arts-and-crafts has pointed out:

orange and blue are complementary colors, with them being opposite each other on a color wheel except the people who made the rebrand chose a deeper shade of blue??? they couldn't even get that right, oh my fucking god, so while its technical color is red-orange, it can be overwhelmingly orange when paired with a similarly bright shade of blue, which is what's causing many people eyestrain. hell, the first time i looked at the picture when the news dropped, it literally gave me a headache lol

finally, as i've said in the tags of a different post about this eyesore, this is an accessibility nightmare. with the worst color combination possible, the colors used for the new font and logo are definitely not ada-compliant. there are free sites out there to test images for general accessibility issues. contrastchecker is what i use sometimes, and below is what i got using red-orange as the background and blue as the foreground, and vice versa:

(both versions had the same ratio and color difference lmao)

the americans with disabilities act recommends that the contrast ratio be 7 at the lowest, but should ideally be higher than that, if possible. this is objectively and subjectively a very bad corporate rebrand, and i really, really want rt to break their "no jokes on april 1st because that's our anniversary" rule this year. if for nothing else, then just so that people who haven't read the variety article and/or the reactions on social media aren't jumpscared once the new intros/endcards/whatever else start rolling in.

[jinxhallows]

Method Writing (Lucifer x Fem!Reader Explicit One Shot)

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HAHAHAHA I wrote this on a whim after exchanging some DM’s with the incomparable @scarlettriot​ (if you haven't checked out her Red Riot shit its incredible!) so shout out to you for the idea queen LOL. Dis just a lil snackie yall aint nothing too crazy LOL as far as I’m concerned in my head this is as subby as im gon get from daddy LUC lmao

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ᴍᴇᴛʜᴏᴅ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ (ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

ᴄᴡ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ꜰᴇᴍ!ᴅᴏᴍ, ʜᴜᴍɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱQᴜɪɴᴛ ʟᴏʟ, ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴀʟ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ: ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛ

ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ: ✩⋆  🎀  𝟤.𝟣k  🎀  ⋆✩

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You sigh in frustration as you lean back in your computer chair, staring hard at the few lines of text you had written.

“Hit another wall?” Lucifer asks, peering over his glasses from across the room where he sat, reading a tattered old book.

“Yes.” You frown, adjusting the display settings on the screen.  Maybe if you made the page black and the text a soft peach color, it would help shock your vision enough to reset your creative juices into flowing again.

Lucifer sets his book into his lap and takes off his glasses.  “What’s causing it this time?”

“I just…” You’re frowned up at the screen, trying to click around and make unnecessary adjustments.  “I’m not used to this kind of sexual dynamic.  When I write, its sounding too...fifty shades of grey-ish.” You settle on a brown page with an orange text instead.

But now you’re bothered by the font style.

As if anyone reading the manuscript would give a shit! You were supposed to use 12 point Times New Roman on the final copy anyway!  Damn it.  You were beginning to overthink and it was affecting the entire writing process that you used to enjoy.

“Isn’t that book wildly popular amongst human suburban wives? I’d perhaps argue it should sound like that if you intend for people to have an interest in purchasing it.”

You drag your hands down your face, pausing over your mouth, carefully trying to choose your next wording.  

“I’m not just doing this for money.  I’m trying to become a better writer, love.” You add the term of endearment at the end of your sentence, trying to sound less annoyed than you actually were.

“You are a marvelous writer, Y/N.  Your thought pattern is girded at the moment, no doubt; but that doesn’t negate the quality of your penmanship.” Lucifer stands up, gently placing his book on the small table next to him as he crosses the room to hover over your shoulder, looking at your screen.

“What a dreadful eyesore, why have you edited the screen like this?” His arm crosses over you to stabilize himself as he leans in front of you, clicking around on the screen to return it to normal.

“Because I was trying to inspire myself, Luc, wait—” You reach underneath him and place your hand over his on the mouse.  He glances down over his shoulder at you.  “Maybe you could help me?”

“That’s why I’m fixing the screen.”

“No, you have to let me write it Lucifer.” You use a stern tone, “You could write this entire book in minutes, I want to be able to do it myself.  I need you to help me in a different way…”

He stands up and raises a brow, “This is an erotic novel.  Do you want me to fuck you?”

You’re briefly taken aback when he drops out of his tightly constructed pattern of speech to say a brazen phrase like ‘Do you want me to fuck you’.

“How do I explain this…I need you to be…submissive for me.”  Your eyes darken, “Allow me to dominate you.  Just a little bit, so I can get a feel for it.”

“My sweetheart, I would love to help you, but submission is not a part of my framework.” He chuckles, “I would have no idea where to start.”

“Exactly.  You wouldn’t start, I would.” You lean back in the chair, folding your arms across your chest as you challenge him.  “I have no idea how to be dominant but if we try together, maybe we can figure it out.  At the very least, it’ll give me a break from all this.” You tilt your head at the screen.

Lucifer runs his thumb over his lower lip, considering your proposition.  “Let’s say I agree to this arrangement, for tonight only...” his eyes meet yours, “You never breathe a word of this to anyone.”

You bite back your shit-eating grin.  “I promise.”

“I’m very serious my love…” He’s towering over you, placing both his hands on the arms of your chair, leaning you back as his scarlet eyes burn through you. HIs lips ghost your cheek and rest right next to your ear and you nearly shiver as he whispers,

“If I hear that anyone knows about this, I will devour you.” he pulls back to look you in your eyes once more.

“Am I understood?”

Wide-eyed, you give a slow nod.  His gaze flits over your face for a moment before he’s satisfied and stands back up.  

“Alright then,” he starts to pull his shirt over his head,  “What would you like for me to do for you?”

You watch him, your thoughts racing and your adrenaline causing you to get a little too excited about this experiment.  Suddenly, this powerful man was going to be at your mercy.  Well, Lucifer wasn’t someone who would go down willingly of course.  All the better, you had to work for it.

Talk about method writing.

You arch your foot, dragging your painted toes up his leg until you were over his groin.  You never take your eyes off of his as you press the sole of your foot slowly into him, taking the time to feel the outline of his cock through his silk pajama pants.

“First thing I need you to do is get on your knees.” You push in a little harder, feeling the slow firmness in his building erection.  “I’m not going to be looking up at my pet.”

His stare remains intense as he slowly drops down onto one knee, followed by the other.  “Like this?” He asks, now at eye level with you.

“Much better.” You praise and reach out to push a few stray wavy black locks behind his ear, “Good boy.” You study his expression and although he remains stolid, his fair skin betrays him as the redness rises in his cheeks.  He claims he doesn’t know what to do, but he listened well; and he was enjoying it to some small degree.  You stand up and push the chair away, beginning to circle around him, contemplating what you were going to do.

Damn it, he was so much better at this than you were.  He seemed to take command of you quickly and confidently, and here you were, overthinking again.

Still, it was turning you on to see him on his knees like this, waiting for your next move.  You suddenly have a strange idea, so you stop directly in front of him and he looks up at you from the ground.

“Release your horns for me.”

Lucifer silently obeys, two curled black rigid horns merging and curling from atop his scalp.  His hooded gaze makes you intoxicated with power and arousal.  It’s like he’s still the one in control, and is only allowing you the brief fantasy of believing you’re the one in charge.

This kind of irritates you, as you want him to fully submit to you.  You curl your fingers around his right horn and give it a tug, “Come.” You command.  He’s down on his hands and knees, crawling across the hard wooden floor as you guide him with your tight grip over to the bar cart.  You let go of him and he’s now staring at the floor.

Good.

Maybe he’s beginning to learn some humility.

His obedience is making you want to just sit on his cock already, but you want to truly focus on the feeling of being dominant more than just the act of intercourse.  You two knew how to fuck, that much was very clear; but you didn’t understand how this dynamic worked.  So you extended the slow burn just how you liked.

You sit upon his back, knowing the limits of his strength.  Of course, he doesn’t waver, and you grab a glass and pour yourself up some of his aged scotch.  You take a sip of it before spattering it back out.

“This is disgusting.” You look down at him and dump the remaining expensive scotch over his head without a thought.  

At first you gasp.

You went too far.

That was mean.

But he shakes his head to clear the liquid from his hair; reminding you of some kind of....goat-dog hybrid, what with his horns exposed and everything.  You notice his hands curling into fists on the ground but he doesn’t look up.  It makes you smile.  Good thing he can’t see that.

“What a good boy you’re being for me Lucifer.  Do you want me to reward you for your behavior?” You run your hands over his head several times, peeling back the wet, soaked locks from sticking to his brow and temple.

He exhales through his nostrils.  “Yes.” He mutters.  You can tell he wants to say so much more.

“Aht aht.” You give a tight yank of his horn, “Yes, what?”

He swallows, “Yes...M...” he’s struggling to say it.  You yank again, harder, forcing his head back at a painfully unnatural angle.

“You better not make this fucking difficult Lucifer, I can get real fucking nasty with you and you’re pissing me off.”

“Yes Mistress.” He finally mumbles, nearly inaudibly.

You stand up and walk in front of him, kneeling down and grasping his chin with your hand as you force him to look you in the face.  “I don’t think you understand what it means to be submissive, Lucifer.  You are not in control right now, I am. So all this useless pride can go in the garbage. I am your Mistress and you will address me as such or I’m going to fuck—you—up–” You squeeze his face tightly, digging your nails into his skin as your teeth clench together; before you finally let go.

You shake your hand from the pain of squeezing.  The deep, reddened nail marks you’ve imprinted into his skin begin to slowly fade as he watches you with an angry glower but doesn’t dare to object.

“Massage my hand you fucking worthless demon.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

You place your hand out and he sits up onto his knees again, taking your hand in his own and running his fingers over your skin, kneading into the muscle.  It feels so good, you almost forget the intention you had behind him doing it for you.

“That’s enough.” You snatch you hand away, “Good boy.” You look him up and down before your tone eases by a hair.  “I don’t want to have to be mean and nasty to you Lucifer, but please understand that your ego will be checked accordingly.  Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes Mistress. Crystal.” He replies tersely.

“I’m not a fan of that tone; but we can work on it...” You begin to undo your robe, the satin fabric falling around your body as you sit in his reading chair, your leg hanging over the arm.  His eyes scan over your naked body hungrily.

“You should allow me to clean you up.”  The lust building in his loins was getting overwhelmingly frenetic; but if there was one thing that Lucifer was going to do, it was maintain his composure.  He cleared his throat before asking again, more appropriately,

“Mistress, may I please clean you up?”

Your eyes lit up, “My sweet handsome pet, of course you may.”  You watch as he crawls over to you and obediently makes quick work of the wet arousal you’ve leaked over your thighs from the start.  Your flavor dances over his tongue as he swipes your inner thigh, over your folds, and slowly spreads them apart his lips closing over your pulsing bundle of nerves.  He’s sucking and licking and you are coming undone with how good it feels.

“Oh god that feels so good–” Your head falls back against the chair as the breathy words tumble from your lips.  He stops so abruptly, your head darts up again to look down at his beautiful face between your legs.

“Ah, there’s my pretty Mistress.  I just wanted to see your face.” He kisses your mound, “I love watching it twist up, when I make you feel this good.” His warm tongue flattens over your slit before slipping in between and caressing your clit. You struggle to keep your eyes on him, feeling your chest huffing with your quickened, irregular breathing pattern.  He drops you off the edge of a splintering orgasm that makes your back arch out of the chair, hand tangling in the hair between his horns, your grip tight as you ride out your release with a few bucks of your hips.  You come down with a pleasant sigh, relaxing into the chair.

“I think I have enough now…for the scene at least...” You giggle softly.

Lucifer stands up, and you are at eye level with the prominent stiffness in the front of his pants.  He then leans down to you with a malevolent smile.  

“Oh but we’ve only just begun.” He places his fingers under your chin, tilting your head up.  “This was a fun little game; but now you’ve made me so hard, it hurts. You wasted a very expensive glass of scotch being such a little brat.” He uses his thumb to pull down your lip, pressing the tip into your bottom teeth, hard.  You stare up at him, hooked onto his every word.

“I’m going to have to punish you for that.”  His voice becomes impossibly quieter, almost a demonic whisper, “You’ll have to forgive me, Mistress, but I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk tomorrow.”

[tarpies]

Nakano Ko gets bored and decides to make it everyone else’s problem by taking up vlogging.

The video shakes a little bit, a finger thumbs over the lens as it attempts to focus. The first thing visible to the camera is a wide eye, staring distantly to the side of the phone.

“Is this thing on?” The visibility is clearer now, and now that the owner of the video has backed up, his face is more visible. He’s a young man, around average height and weight with short, light-brown hair and reddish-brown eyes. Of course, how could anyone miss his very prominent dark brows? To some watching the video, he looks oddly familiar.

He smiles lopsidedly at the screen, “Hi everyone! I’ve always wanted to say that.” He mumbles, “Oh, uh, anyways, some of you might recognize me, and if you do- no you don’t.” He winks.

He walks the camera over to a scenic forest, “The name’s Nakano Kō. And this is going to be my gardening vlog, stuff!” 

The camera shutter zooms in on a patch of carrots growing in the middle of a field. Nakano mumbles from behind the phone, “I was working somewhere else, but my boss insisted I take a break and do something else. So, he offered his summer home for me to tend to.”

Again, a switch back. “Anyways! I figured I’d just keep a vlog to keep me from going stir-crazy, heh.” He awkwardly tilts his head, “Should I just end it here?” 

Nakano waves at the camera, and the video ends- but for a split second, there’s a knock on the door.

CARROTS!! Vlog #1

Fierce Gardening

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FOOD: I love your energy

PeachyKeen14: This guy looks really familiar tho lmao

          → Tartaglia’sRightEye: really? I thought it was just me 0.0 

The second video starts the same as the rest, with an overwhelmingly close shot of Nakano’s face in view.

“Again! Welcome everyone, back to my strong gardens.” This time, there’s a slow pan of a photo of the carrot and potato fields with comic sans font over it. 

“It’s been about two weeks since I last checked in, so I’m doing an update now.” He sighs wistfully, “Really, out of all my…friends, I’m probably the one with the least knowledge of plants and veggies.” 

“Oh! But I did get this from a friend.” Nakano smiles widely as he shows the screen a small aloe-vera plant. “She said this plant should be a little harder to kill, I’m not exactly the most fond of death anyways.” He laughs.

An ice-cube is placed delicately into the pot, “By placing an ice-cube in instead of regular watering, I can make sure the watering isn’t as harsh on its roots.” Nakano says matter-of-factly. “Anyhow-”

“Wooo- sick new pad ya got here.” A boy with an indifferent expression waltzes in. Nakano’s eyes widen in shock, mouthing a small “Koto-” before the camera cuts. The boy’s face was blurred, and Nakano quickly returned back to the camera as if nothing happened. 

The young man leans on the coffee table, “Sorry about that! I had a…friend, come over unsolicited.” 

“But anyways, let me go ahead and show you guys the new fertilizer I got in the mail.” His expression ripples suddenly, “This shit is literally the shit.” He cackles, before walking off to get his stuff.

aloe vera is very slimy | vlog #2 

Fierce Gardens

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Mabadass: good video but was it just me who noticed the weird leg ankle thing he had on? Kinda looks like a ankle monitor 

oooooooooohbaby: no cuz why am i only now just finding out that the icecube method exists. Ill try that with my next aloe plant cuz i always kill them :sobs:

                        → FOOD: try a succulent if u keep killin the aloe vera plants. they are perfect for u forget to water your plants

“Hey.” It’s the boy with the indifferent expression again. “You’re gonna blur my face, right?”

Nakano smiles widely, “Hello everyone! And yes, I will. I managed to convince my ‘friend’ from last time to join me this time.” 

“You’re lucky you’re rich.” Up close, he had a similar red-brown eye color to Nakano.

Nakano huffs, “I’m not, I’m just a hard-worker.”

“Working hard or hardly working, mm?” The boy looks slightly pleased as Nakano rolls his eyes and tries to put on a smile again.

The gardener faces the camera again, “Besides him sassing me, he’ll just be a guest appearance.” 

“Consider yourselves honored. You’re already annoying so I won’t do this again.” Nakano’s eye twitches. “Could you be less mouthy for once in your life, Buki?”

Buki sputters, “Buki? That’s the best you could come up with?” Nakano gives the camera a sly smile, “Of course. I’m so stupid and dumb and have no brain according to you, why would I be able to come up with something better?”

‘Buki’ clenches his jaw, his hand begins to dig down into his pockets before he looks at the camera again. “You’re lucky you’re recording.” He crosses his legs and arms. Looking very much like he wants to be anywhere but here.

Nakano goes off on his usual rants about vegetables and how they were the superior flower. In the background, the other man looks like he’s two seconds away from snapping the gardener’s neck.

buzzkill ruins my vlog | vlog #3

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FOOD: lol the new guy is funny

gonewithafart: their eyes are a cool color, im just now noticing. maybe theyre brothers? 

                          → bear wilson: it would explain the sassy relationship

Mabadass: ayo i think that guy has a similar ankle thing like nakano from last video?? 0:40

                       → deviceofdestruction: that’s weird damn

                       → Emily Windsnap: maybe this chanel is like one of those ones for house arrest smth?

This time, it’s not a video that goes out, but rather- a notification: Come join me, first ever stream ahh!!!

Someone clicks on the notification.

“Oh! Another viewer, welcome!”

Nakano is plowing deeply into the earth again. He’s sweating profusely, and the sun is beaming high in the sky- clearly, its midday for him. He wipes his sweat away with his tank-top, wiping dirt onto his black pants. 

“This time, I decided to plant some onions so I can make some soup. I learned it’s not too great to keep planting plants that use the same nutrients straight after the other in the soil.” He places a root inside the dirt hole, “That’s how you avoid dead land.”

angel of death : so ure just replenishing the soil with nutrients by switching out the crops

The man squints at the comment in the sun, but nods excitedly, “Yes, exactly, ya got it.”

Nakano smiles wistfully, bathing in the warm light of the sun. “Ah, this life I have is so peaceful. I love it. Truly, nothing beats working til’ you drop.” He frowns at that.

“B..blue…colla-rrr.” 

Nakano stiffens immediately.

Gennie Wish: did yall just hear that?

I will eat you: wtf 

jaeGAERRR: i came here for a chill garden stream not for whatever the hell that was

PeachyKeen14: dad is that u

mercibabe: yoo sounds like your mom after I [auto-blocked]

angel of death: nakano??????

Nakano seems to be arguing with someone off camera, very little of it is heard.

“-scum! I’m on cam-” The arm that was flailing about can be seen stilling suddenly, and blood drifts onto the fields.

mercibabe: oh what the fuck?

jaeGAERRR: uh guys????????

angel of death: is that blood

Gennie Wish: should we call the cops

cinema pacman: what did i just walk in on

Distinctstyle: is he okay. Did he get stabbed.

I will eat you: idk he isnt responding

Mabadass: im telling you something is suss about this guy

FOOD: stfu a man is dead

Mabadass: maybe the real dead man was the friends we made along the way

cinema pacman: SHUT UP i think he’s coming back

“Hey..guys..” He awkwardly chuckles, his shirt is stained red and an obvious hole is made in the middle of it. Almost like something went through it. “Sorry, I- uh, spilled red paint on myself.”

Nakano looks off in the distance, giving someone a ‘what?’ look.

PeachyKeen14: sir that is not red paint

jaeGAERRR: lmao big liar :clown:

He sighs, rubbing his hands over his head, “Okay, yeah. Sure, whatever you guys think. Sorry, I think I’m going to end this here.”

The stream lags for a second. Just enough for them to see him whirl around and begin yelling at someone, “Are you fucking kidding me, Ke-?”

END OF VOD

Come join me, first ever stream ahh!!! 

Fierce Gardens

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Mabadass: what the fuck was that. I told you guys something was up

OH_ANA: is this an arg???

            → Gennie Wish: sounds like one of the more likely theories

Distinctstyle: lol he looked like he died for a sec there

mercibabe: for a first stream that was pretty intense, almost like what your mom felt after I [auto-blocked]

→ BUFORD: every sentence you say is an attack on my life

     → @BUFORD Can I get uhhh,,: sir ☠️

A few mindless comments later, and someone comes across this.

it's_a_me_sato!: Happy to see you all are doing well and have made some new friends 😀

→ Kotobuki Takeshi: What

      → @Kotobuki Takeshi, LoveKai-tes: lol wasn't this guy supposed to be    frozen that's crazy 🤔

          → @LoveKai-tes, Kotobuki Takeshi: Astute observation. I envy everyone who's never met you

......

...and that's it! Wrote this back on May and figured it should see the light of day even if it's not completed.

[heybaetae]

best of 2021 

post your favorite or most popular post from each month this year!

thank you @jimmeo-kookliet for tagging me to do this! i can’t really decide if i want to post all my favorites of each month or the post that got the most notes, so i might just...put both? i’m adjusting the prompt for the fun of looking back on everything i made this year, but if i tag you please feel free to follow the prompt however you’d like. i think i giffed more in 2021 than i ever have in my life and i’ve been doing this for a looong time. i have a lot of mixed feelings about it as we wrap this year up, but i can wholeheartedly say that i had a lot of fun creating things this year and appreciate everyone who still goes out their way to share not only my content, but others’ as well. 

i’m gonna put all this under a cut! 

🔮 january

my favorite: bangtan full house 

technically this is my second favorite because my actual favorite also got the most notes so see that one below, but this set idea was a close second because it was so random. the idea popped into my head while watching this dvd and i thought the way they were turning towards the camera gave off cheesy 90s sitcom intro energy, so i ended up downloading the full house font and this set came to be. i also did a ton of selective color correcting to get completely rid of the bright purple color of the screen behind them, so i’m still pretty proud of this! i absolutely did not expect the reaction it got at all! i even posted a video version with the theme song for the full effect lmfao.

most notes:  favorite taehyung moments

just a really cute compilation of some of my all time fave taehyung moments. it’s still such a precious set to me and i had a good time making it. maybe i’ll make a part two one day!

🔮 february 

my favorite: bias wrecker jungkook

i just loved the purple color scheme of this set! it wasn’t really planned, but i still think it’s one of the prettiest sets of jungkook i’ve made. 

most notes: winter package taehyung

understandable, look at him

🔮 march

my favorite: vmin comp

most notes: bandana taehyung

i looooved making comps for the make me choose meme, i should bring it back

🔮 april

my favorite: yellow taehyung

i think this is one of my biggest comp sets that absolutely nobody asked for

most notes: fluffy hair taehyung

as he should!!! AS HE SHOULD!!!

🔮 may

my favorite: butter mv comp

what a fun night this was let’s go back

most notes: taehyung at gyeongbokgung palace

i very fondly call this footage the “look at all those chickens” clip

🔮 june

my favorite: sowoozoo vcr jungkook

i love the coloring i did on this a lot especially since those vcrs were very orange-y. this set looks like it could be from a movie...chef’s kiss

most notes: tata mic

because of course it did

🔮 july

my favorite: black/blonde hair hoseok

this was the first time i experimented with a layout of this sort and i thought this turned out really cool! giffing hobi is such a treat for me and i need to do it way more because it gives me so much serotonin

most notes: yoonkook comp

THIS SET WAS SO MUCH FUN TO MAKE AND I’M STILL IN LOVE WITH IT!!!! 

🔮 august

my favorite: red plaid taehyung

he’s so cute what the fuck :/

most notes: taehyung samsung commerical

i’m really not sure why this did well, i put very little effort into it lmao

🔮 september

my favorite: ON mv making film taehyung

self explanitory

most notes: esquire taehyung

i’ve had this blog since october 2020 and this is only the second time i’ve had a post hit 5k notes (and 4k too for that matter)

🔮 october

my favorite: taehyung trying to bulk up

literally WHAT is this man doing. the way i leaped off my bed when this scene popped up in the bangtan bomb with no warning

most notes: dramatic taegimin

honestly same

🔮 november

my favorite: motsone tae and his tongue

i haven’t rested since he did this and it took me over a year to finally get to gif it in HD so

most notes: taehyung’s fond of jimin face

VERY RELATABLE CONTENT

🔮 december

my favorite: motsone jungkook

soooo pleased with how this set turned out and the purple/pink colors flowing so naturally. i experimented a bit with sharpening, especially with this dvd and i think this is the prettiest jk set since the bias wrecker one i made in february!

most notes: funniest taehyung moments

thank you kim taehyung for making us laugh so much this year <3

that’s it!!! 

i’m gonna tag some of my fave creators of this year but PLEASE do not feel obligated to do this!

@intokook @jeonbunkook @taeunwoo @kimtaegis @tcehyungs @taeyoonge @hobeah @jeonjcngkook @userjiminie

[x-infernhoes-x]

Evermore- Maliksi x Reader

Title: Evermore

Genre: : )

Warnings:  Not much but I’ll leave it to you guys lmao. Implied Relationship as well so ye.

Word Count: 1, 690 k +

Description: I don’t know WHY I get ideas for fanfics at ungodly hours of the night like I’m supposed to be on a break here since my neck still hurts from writing that 2k pound of word vomit that is known to be one of my greatest smut piece that eventually earned me the title as ‘The Emissary for Zaddy Cannibal’ WHEEZE and I started writing this at 1:57 am so let’s hope I’d finish this before 4 am. I’m basing some stuff I know about Maliksi from the comics and perhaps the anime as well. I also suggest listening to Evermore from the live-action version of Beauty and the Beast after reading!

PS. I didn’t finish this last night because I got sleepy at 3 am. There’s an AO3 version of this that’s direct to the point if you want something shorter than this one which can be found here! Oh and my grandma suggested that I set the font size to 12 instead of 11! and as always, I finished this at 3:29 am GGWP talaga.

Anyways, enjoy! _______________________________________

If people asked about how the Prince of Tikbalangs was like as a person, most of them would describe him as rowdy, haughty, stubborn at times may even be perceived as a pervert due to his distaste of not wearing any underwear underneath his jeans. Some thought of him as the classical, spoiled rich kid who cared for no one but himself but in reality, he was so much more than what people would perceive him to be. Being a Prince was something, sure he got everything that he wanted regardless of what it was, he would always find a way for it but sometimes it led him to live a rather lonely life that felt like he was nothing more but a slave to live through this illusion of being the perfect prince.

If they took the time to peek through the curtains of his façade, they would see that he just wanted someone to understand and see him for who he is but this also proved to be contradictory for the poor fellow given the fact that every time someone would show him just the right amount of honesty and kindness, he would find out that most of these people were only after him for things such as taming him to become their loyal servant, for his money or even for the sake of his looks. He thought that this curse of his would stay with him for the rest of his Engkanto life but somehow that all seemed to change his rather pessimistic view on life when he had come across someone who would turn his whole life in a different direction.

Maliksi had met (Y/N) (L/N) on one of his father’s many extravagant events where he was forced to sit through it. Of course, while his father was busy chatting away, the prince took this as an opportunity to sneak away which eventually led him towards an unsuspecting person who would change his life forever.

At first, the two of them were like total opposites, always clashing and arguing about something to the point that his father, Senior Armanaz had to interfere with their constant bickering but time seemed to wear both Maliksi and (Y/N)’s dissatisfaction for each other’s presence and instead began to tolerate the other, which eventually led into something more than just friendship among the two.

Maliksi and (Y/N) were completely inseparable, almost attached to the hip to the point that the Prince was rarely seen without them. He would take (Y/N) on trips across the country, sometimes he would take them out on long drives after his races and almost everything in between. People have reported that the two seemed even more in sync especially in battle, covering each other’s backs while bantering about which car model was the best or where they would eat after this whole ordeal like the two of them were playing a mere game of Patintero or even playing a good round of Pogs to see who got the most hits on their opponents and who seemed to be stronger.

But there were precious moments where Maliksi would take them on trips across the country just to escape from the hectic and bustling streets of the city and gave them the taste of what it means to be free and live life in color. He would watch his partner’s joyful and almost curious gaze with a feeling of warmth and care in his chest that would make him smile along with them, the two of them would participate in various festivals such as Flores de Mayo and its ritual pageant, Santa Cruzan, The Masskara Festival in Bacolod down to his personal favorite which happened to be the Moriones Festival that takes place in Marinduque. But out of those trips, the one that he treasures the most was the time Maliksi and his parents had flown out to their home province, Bukidnon to celebrate the Kaamulan Festival where his partner met the rest of the family, of course, this was also the time where he had proposed to (Y/N) after their 3 years of dating, he was glad that they had accepted his proposal.

Who knew things would eventually change from thereon. With the underworld restless and agitated from all the events that have transpired, it seemed to put a strain between Maliksi and his fiancé. To make matters worse between the two, Maliksi began to do races that would conclude in fatal car accidents for both parties. This would result in (Y/N) and Maliksi arguing non-stop every time they meet however these fights never resulted in something physical but it would leave them in tears or the other walking away with a slam of the door. This cycle seemed to break the moment a certain Babaylan-Mangdirigma had beat him at his own game and managed to snap some sense into him as well the moment his beloved ran at him at full force, scolding him right in front of Alexandra Trese before the two left to settle their problems in private.

“Magpakasal na tayo.” Maliksi told (Y/N) the morning after the two of them had reconciled. Of course, this made his fiance cough up their drink, eyes wide and still hacking their lungs out while Maliksi made his way over to them, patting their back gently to ease their pain. Once things were clear, (Y/N) could only look at him, disbelief and surprise evident on their face before they spoke, “Seryoso ka ba?! Paano yung simbahan, yung venue-“ Holding their hands in his own, Maliksi could only give his soon-to-be spouse a grin, placing a chaste kiss upon the back of their hands. “Wag ka nang magalala, babe. I’ve got it covered.” And just like he had said, Maliksi did have it covered, the venue, the church, and everything in between. It was a quick but simple ceremony that had his parents and (Y/N)’s parents present and nobody outside of the clan knew about this union between them. Time seemed to move quickly after that but the two newlyweds felt like it was an eternity for them both.

In a short amount of time the fantasy of church bells and dreaming faded into war cries and chants of ‘Sic Itur Ad Astra’  quickly and we see Maliksi and his spouse come face to face with the greatest foe they’ve ever come across, the war-god of Bukidnon, Talagbusao. With the rest of their forces subdued by the War God and Maliksi trying to recover from the hit he had taken from Talagbusao, the Tikbalang prince seemed to take notice that his spouse was nowhere in sight and panic seemed to take a hold on him like a choke-hold. Standing up, he began to look for them, ruby-red eyes rapidly scanning the area, furiously looking for his beloved, silently praying to Bathala that they were okay or let alone still be alive.

His prayers seemed to be answered when he saw them, still kicking and fighting and running to where Talagbusao was and he immediately knew something was wrong. “(Y/N)!! ANONG GINAGAWA MO!?” Maliksi yelled out through the sound of roaring bullets, trying his best to reach over to where their lover was.  “Alexandra, ngayon na!” Maliksi heard (Y/N)’s commanding voice ring out as she caught the Babylan-Mandirigma’s knife, Sinag throwing it to her while they subdued Talagbusao to the best of their abilities, eyes locked with their husband as they mouthed at him, ‘Patawarin mo ako, Maliksi.’ And as quick as a flash, Alexandra, Talagbusao, and (Y/N) disappeared into the Dragon’s Gate. Maliksi was left to watch his spouse in paralyzed horror and shock disappear right before his eyes, chest clenching in panic as the impact of the closing portal sent everyone nearby it flying backward.

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A month has then passed after that event and we see Maliksi within the Trese household as he would always do, always waiting, hoping, and praying that his (Y/N) would return to him safe and unharmed. This day was different than the other days he would spend at the household because this day was the day that Alexandra Trese had returned as announced by a pale-looking and wide-eyed Hank. The tikbalang prince was the first to head where Alexandra---who was now swarmed by her older brothers and the kambal, his eyes still searching for his spouse, his expression of hope immediately diminished as he spoke, his voice slowly trembling with each step he took, “Nasaan si (Y/N), Alexandra?”  at the mention of his spouse’s name, Alexandra then refused to meet his eyes as the rest of the Trese siblings along with the Kambal clearing a path for him, all watching him with disconsolate looks and glistening eyes as Alexandra held onto Sinag as tightly as she could, trying her best to find the right words to say to him.

“Wala na si, (Y/N), Maliksi. She’s gone.”

_________________________

“There is a story, of a man who had lost his beloved in a war, some say he still waits for their return, others say that the day his beloved had disappeared, he had soon followed.” 

“They say that this man could be found standing by the tall windows of Tower A [1] located in Ayala Avenue. Urban myths suggest that this man is a ghost bound to the building, others say that he’s the reason why that Tower still exists.” Now in his prime, Maliksi sat in the place where his father used to sit. It had been years since he had taken over the clan and years since his beloved, (Y/N) was taken away from him at such an early age. Beside him was an empty throne reserved for them once they return. No matter how many years it would take him, Maliksi Armanaz, former prince and now leader of the Armanaz clan, would still wait for his beloved, (Y/N) to return to him until the end of his days. He would wait for them for evermore.   

[get-owo-ed]

Lmao i saw the titles out od context and thought pokemon scarlet and violet where fangames

I cant be the only one annoyed by the titles right?

Scarlet and violet? How do they relate to eachother besides being colors? We already have pokemon red use a different one. The difference in fonts is killing me and so are the fill ins. Why does scarlet get triangular shapes while violet is just a few dots? Why does this look like a middle schoolers art class project?

[snowfallenlavender]

fanfic time lmao

wooo boy here are the codes

-color code-

Red Son - Red

Mari - Purple

Aubrey - Pink

Orange - SWK

Me - Blue

-other-

chat font - text message

Snowy was lying in bed, it was raining and around 5pm. She went on Discord to check in with her group chat.

Everyone else was offline, except for Mari, Aubrey, Red Son and Wukong.

It seemed they were all having a discussion about the difference between coca cola and pepsi.

"It's literally the same thing.😭"

"NO IT'S NOT IT'S DIFFERENT"

"Guys please calm down-"

"Lmao."

"Uhhhhh why are we talking about the difference between pepsi and coca cola-"

"Red Son sent a meme about the difference between coca cola and pepsi and Wukong went apeshit about it and thinks it's the same thing."

"Ok then..." "How are we all today?"

"On my joker arc/j"

"I'm alright."

"Ballin B)"

"I'm doing well! Hbu? :D" "I'm okay :]"

After a while of talking and discussing the weird topic about coca cola and pepsi, night came.

"Alr, Imma sleep, gn."

"Goodnight! Hope you rest well!"

"Sleep well. :)"

"See ya tommorrow!"

"Good night, kiddo!"

":]"

Snowy went offline.

She was glad to have her friends by her side.

[yibo-wang]

1, 12, 23, and 34? <3

Hi hello Kris!! 💛

1. How did you get into graphics / gif making?

oh so when 2gether the series came out it was one of the reasons why i came back on tumblr. I always liked creating stuff for fandoms but I'd stop doing art at that time cause being in quarantine really made it hard but I still wanted to create something for 2gether and gif making seemed like a new thing to learn and so I looked up how to make gifs and here we are haha

12.Font(s) you like using

Hmm usually I like using fonts that are pretty simple but also elegant

Abril Fatface (I use this one so much, especially when paired with a smaller delicate?? font it just looks really nice)

Antro Vectra, Silence Rocken, Red Velvet (my favourite cursives)

Futurist Fixed-Width !!

Gotham (for captions, this one's a life saver)

23. What is your biggest improvement in the past month?

I haven't made a lot of gifs this month lol but I think coloring gifs has gotten better over all. Also learning transitions with the graham slider (I still dk what's the original name of that lol) but yeah I'm actually proud of that one cause it seemed so daunting at first.

34. Gif makers, how many frames do you import? (And why!)

At one point I used like over 110 lmao but now it's somewhere around 80-95. The biggest reason is the size cause I had to eventually cut down something in the end while exporting.

Thank you for sending! <333

ask me about gif making

[cal-kestis]

For the ask game: ❄ I don't think I even have 10 total posted on this blog yet, but you make such wonderful gifs and I would love to hear your feedback! /tagged/mine

hello! oh that's such a nice thing to say :') thank you! i choose this red bucky set for you! like i said in a previous ask for elle, I think red is such a perfect color for his character, especially with the winter soldier persona. and it's such a sexy shade of red too. i LOVE how you mixed fonts here and i'm so obsessed with that huge question mark??? idk why but my eye is just drawn to it. also, these gifs are blended right?? i don't recognize the source of the base gifs. are they from the credits of tfatws? or credits from one of the movies? i'm gonna guess movies since you tagged two movies. (i recently rewatched both of these, you'd think i'd remember lmao 😅) either way, i love how the blended gif appears with a fade-in transition. also, the textures from the leather objects in base gifs add such a cool "grunge" look to the whole set. all that to say: this gifset is so cool! (also peep that maul gif on your mobile header... will be awaiting a maul set in the future 👀) thank you for playing <3

send me an emoji + your creations tag and i will choose my favorite of your last 10 creations and compliment it!

[notesofarichlycolorednight]

it’s taken me a while but here we are!! listened to bloodwater ballad [TUMBLR | SOUNDCLOUD] by @gerrydelano so I’m gonna dive (ha, dive, get it?) into some analysis even tho I haven’t taken a proper English class since AP English Lit in high school and the god complex it gave me has never left (RIP to everyone else, but I’m different). But I do have a degree in Psychology and am a Researcher, so I know how to dissect things (this is probably why the god complex never left lmao)

disclaimer: I have only listened to TMA through one (1), read it ONE time, so if you read something that seems wrong it probably is because my memory is not The Best (the seasons are 40 eps long and 30 mins each, Jonny why) and I’m probably straight-up not remembering or misremembering some aspect or detail about either a character and/or their relationship

(and before you say it, i absolutely CANNOT just go relisten to an ep out of order. my nd brain Will Not Let Me until i have listened thru all 4 seasons, In Order, several times)

ALSO: i speak very definitively here, but it doesn’t mean i’m right abt my analysis

bold and italics are lyrics, regular font is analysis. if there’s a more accessible way to format this, lmk!

analysis under cut

honesty that's what she gave to me mary didn’t hide who she was; eric knew exactly what he was getting himself into

into the water i bleed into the sea sea motif/metaphor to describe how eric viewed his relationship with mary

truthfully even when she lied through her teeth it only meant she trusted me to lay at her feet rationalization from eric: he knows she’s lying, and she probably knows he knows. but she also knows that he won’t do anything about it

oh, heave-ho it's over the edge i sink more of the sea metaphor in pieces in ribbons in tatters i'm thrown into the dark of the drink ribbons and tatters: reminiscent/hint of mary needing a piece of his skint to keep his ghost in the leitner

oh, heave-ho it's over the edge i go blow the man down, he's a jewel for your crown (blow me down) and no one will ever know ”jewel for your crown”: suggestive of how mary used eric like an object. jewel and crown suggests that he was useful to her in an important way, tho, still an object ”no one will ever know”: suggestive that no one else, looking in on their relationship, would even see it for what it truly was, nor would they ever expect mary to throw him away so casually like she did

war, you see is somewhere you go just to bleed the end of a book you can’t read (books you cannot read) a legacy’s greed “book you can’t read”: suggestive of mary’s relationship with leitners ”a legacy’s greed”: commentary of leitner; bc this is eric telling his story tho, this could also be about how mary pulled eric into her plots regarding leitners, and then gerry

distantly, familiar hope came to me that even with blood in our teeth my son stayed asleep ”even with blood in our teeth”: eric knows what role he had to play in all this and is not absolving himself of blame ”my son stayed asleep”: often sleeping can be used as a metaphor for ignorance. in this case, eric is hoping that, despite what gerry’s mother is and what eric has been complicit in, will not affect his son i think it’s interesting to note here that the backup voices cut out for “my son stayed asleep” (put a pin in it)

oh, heave-ho the ship is my body, i gave to my wife as the captain, the whip, and the brine, the shark lurking under the waves more of the sea metaphor; also a metaphor for how complicit eric was to mary’s will i think it’s super interesting that she’s the captain, whip, brine, and shark in this metaphor. all things that can hurt eric, as the ship. suggests that mary is in complete control of eric (as the captain). also adds to the notion that eric knew exactly who mary was and still loved her anyway (”i gave”).

oh, heave-ho the ship is my body, she cracks the mast of my spine, spills my blood as her wine (lightning strikes and) i really like this line bc it makes me think of the marriage lines in corpse bride: “your cup will never empty, for i will be your wine.” and i love that it’s turned on its head here. cuts a flag from the skin off my back (takes all the skin off my back) a direct callback to the fact that mary has to take strips of eric’s skin to keep his ghost in the leitner book, while also staying with the metaphor that eric is a ship out at sea

way, ay, i wanted to say though blinded i still saw the light at the end of the hall, in a crib with his eyes almost grayer than mine in the night direct callback to eric blinding himself, twice! also represents how much he loves his son: “light of my life” is a common saying and gerry was that for eric

i gave up the sight of his face for his life and i would have lost more for the same i'd cut out my heart to save his from her bite and i almost don't know who to blame again, direct callback to him blinding himself so he could escape the institute a demonstration of how much love he holds for his son, willing to give up more and more of himself if it meant keeping his son safe heart motif! both for eric and gerry i really like the last line here bc he’s saying he doesn’t know who to blame for his blindness (aka cutting out his heart): himself or mary. bc, as i’ve stated before, eric knows who mary is. and he still loves her. still had a child with her. i also think it’s foreshadowing. and the reason i say this is bc, in the end, eric was unable to save gerry from mary. this song is representative of his statement to gertrude, so at this point, he’s a ghost. tho he may not know exactly what mary has done, he knows who she is enough to know that after he died, mary would raise gerry in her likeness, with her ideals

is it a murder if i made my bed by her side when i knew what she was? and here we have eric, most nearly explicitly, stating that he knew mary’s true colors. and loved her anyway. perhaps i'm complicit; i fell asleep first in the bloodcutting comfort of jaws this also solidifies his stance that he should shoulder some of the blame for allowing himself to love her when he knew what a truly terrible and deadly (literally) person she was ”bloodcutting comfort of jaws” is also really nice alliteration

forgive me, forgive me, i did try to swim with my hands and feet bound to my heart heart motif! okay so this one has so many layers for me: so, for all intents and purposes here, eric has effectively cut out his heart, which his hands and feet are bound to, and is now in the jaws of a shark (mary), who is dragging him down to kill him. he tried to save his son by getting away from the institute by blinding himself but it didn’t work weighted and anchored with love for my son who by birthright deserves more than scars legit, this confused me for a bit bc i always saw “with my hands and feet bound to my heart” as the anchor that pulled him down, as you’d weigh someone down with big rocks if you wanted them to drown. however, in the context of tma, i realized anchor could also mean the way martin is jon’s anchor. eric’s love for gerry was his reason--the person who he kept fighting for as best he could

additional note: these 4 verses are all sung without backup voices. i think it’s interesting that the lyrics/verses that revolve around wanting to save his son, and that are about his son, are sung with his singular voice. i wish i could articulate more what that means, but despite my best efforts, i’m not musically inclined even tho i’ll kinda be talking abt music composition for firesorrow girl lmao. link at the end

my eulogy the carpet red under my feet like standing on top of the sea (standing on the sea) the frenzy beneath don’t ask me why but i really like how this last part of the song starts with “my eulogy” bc you can tell the song is coming to a close now by that lyric. what’s really nice is i can “picture” eric closing his statement with gertrude with the request that she finds his son more sea and shark metaphors

infamy how do you remember me? that fool just so desperate to leave that he couldn't see? i also really loved these lines bc eric most likely knows how gertrude thought of him, and can probably sense how she feels of him now, after his story then i love how “couldn’t see” has a double-meaning here: 1) of course, he blinded himself but, 2) that he was also metaphorically blind to what kind of consequences his actions had, both on him and his son

oh, heave-ho a dead man has only one tale listen,,, i know i keep saying this, but i love how ron turns turn-of-phrases on their heads. bc “dead men tell no tales” right? eric has one tale, tho: his statement bc he’s a ghost who’s been bound this book and kept, for all intents and purpose, alive i knew she had hunger for blood in the water and that means it was no betrayal again, confirmation that eric knows that he has to shoulder some of the blame for the consequences of knowing who mary was (this bloodthirsty shark) and still loving her anyway

oh, heave-ho though, i have one request of you now if my son can be found and his own hands unbound (find my son) cut the rope - don't you dare let him drown (don’t you dare be the reason he drowns) so a throwback to “hands and feet bound to my heart” tho perhaps gerry’s heart isn’t what’s dragging him down, necessarily bc he was raised by mary, he didn’t have a choice. the moment he was born, he was tied to her. and the moment mary killed eric, there was no chance he could get away and then, of course, the gut-puncher: “don’t you dare let him drown”/“don’t your dare be the reason he drowns” are especially poignant, given gertrude uses gerry much in the same way mary did. gerry becomes bound to a different entity and is used for gertrude’s gain. so he drowns anyway.

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alkjdlf i hope this is semi-coherent. i tried to do it more “professionally”--i even thought abt breaking it up and putting it back together, out of order, to address all the themes and motifs all in one spot--but then decided what would be best for my brain, was to listen to the song and just add my thoughts in as they came, stream of consciousness style *finger guns*

firesorrow girl analysis | meme i made for these analyses bc it’s funny and i wanted to share

[emptycanoflizards]

Falling

(Lmao title is a work in progress)

Word Count: 1478

Summary: There have been rumors of soulmates being able to see into each other’s dreams for centuries. They created cool stories and sweet love songs, but they were hard to believe. Especially for Tony Stark, who was obviously a man of science; until his dreams began to get a little confusing.

He was falling. Falling? Crashing. He was being thrown around. Glass was everywhere; in his face, in his hands. Shit - everywhere. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t see. Shaking. His hands were shaking so bad. Helplessness was suddenly washed over him, and he couldn't breathe. Again. The ringing in his ears, the flashing from the fluorescent lights that he could only assume were from a hospital, the pokes and prods in his chest, his face, his hands. It was too much. Too much.

Tony woke up, sprawled out on his sweat covered sheets, his blankets thrown about. It was a solid two minutes in the dark before the man finally got to catch his breath. That was… unlike anything he’d seen before. He was used to nightmares, especially those of the flashback type, thanks to a particular fiasco in an Afgan cave. But this… this wasn’t him. At least, not as far as he remembered. The dream was too dark, involved too many hospitals. 

His trembling fingers brushed through his hair, pushing it out of his forehead as his back hit the bed again. His stomach was twisting with confusion as his brain raced to catch up. He’d heard about people having other people’s dreams. The stories were usually of old people talking about seeing their loved ones in the war, or seeing their best friend’s happiest moments over and over. There were even stories of the occasional dirty dream, in weird, reversed ways. But he’d never heard of something like that. Never something that- that.. Traumatizing. 

“Jarv,” Tony croaked, pulling the blankets back over himself. 

A blue light flashed in the corner of the room, alerting the engineer that the AI was attentive. “Ch-check uh.. Check my brain patterns. I-What just happened?” 

With a quick flash of holographic blue light, Tony’s phone was lit up with a notification. “Everything appears to be normal, sir. Are you sure this wasn’t just a bad dream?” 

The question caught him off guard. Well, was it? Maybe his brain just freaked out after having a full night's sleep for the first time in years. Maybe it was just a weird combination of his dreams from before. But that wouldn’t explain why he didn’t feel like himself the entire time. 

“Completely normal? Like... Nothing out of the ordinary?”

“All scans showed that everything was completely normal; only a surge in *Brain Chemicals* during your nightmare. Shall I research the symptoms for you?” 

He nodded, pulling the blankets closer again. “Just… figure out why it wasn’t actually me, would you?” His mind was racing despite how fuzzy it felt. Maybe he just needed to fall back asleep. Yeah. Sleeping this off was probably the best way to go about this. It was, after all, healthier than the alternative of wandering downstairs and drinking or working the thoughts from his head. “Just send what you’ve got to me and I’ll figure it out in the morning.”

The morning came much earlier than he wanted. Yes, he could have closed the blinds and banished the sunlight and slept for another couple of days, but his brain was too active to fall back into his dreamscape. 

His blankets stayed snug around his now much calmer body as he wiggled over to the other side of his bed, blindly reaching for his phone. There were 10 notifications waiting for them, nine from Jarvis, one from Pepper. She was a kind person. Still checking in with him on when she thought about it, making sure he ate and slept and everything. They even still went out to dinner every once in a while. Yes, after the breakup, they were a little awkward, but it was more than obvious that they worked better as friends than as lovers. They were able to freely make fun of one another without the fear of over-offending and sleeping on the couch, there were no public appeals to worry about with how they were seen together, the perks were far more than the cons. 

He responded to her first, informing her that he had just woken up and would love to go to breakfast at some point in the day, though it might not actually be breakfast by the time he’d gotten dressed. 

The next thing he saw was the string of articles from Jarvis. Most of them were from reliable psychology blogs, some of which he was more than familiar with from past dream-adventures; others were articles reporting of vets diagnosed with PTSD who shared their experiences of bizarre dreams where they weren’t themselves. But there was one that really stood out. 

“Jarvis, what the hell is this?” He called, opening the page and letting his eyes scan over the annoying font and onslaught of colors. The page was from some hippy-gypsy blog, which was obviously desperately underfunded. The top of the page assaulted his eyes with the words “Soulmates Connected by Dreams” in big, red comic sans. Good lord, did they even try to look professional?

“It is an old theory produced by many Native cultures around the world. The idea is that one would begin to find themselves in the dreams of another. Some believe it is some kind of m-”

“Uh-uh-uh. We don’t say the “M” word in this household,” he said quickly, sounding more fatherly than he’d intended. “This.. find me more of the psych research into this. And send an email to that brain scientist we talked to at the Gala last month. The one that took over after What's-His-Face went off the deep end. Don’t talk to me about this ‘magic’ bullshit.”

“Very well, sir. Shall I tell Ms. Potts that you will not be making it to breakfast this morning?”

Such a good AI. Really, Tony would probably be dead without him. “No, tell her that we might actually be going out to breakfast after all.” Maybe going out with Pep for the morning would be a good distraction. Maybe it would do him good to try and get back into a regular routine. Maybe the good habits would overpower this damn dream.

The first thing that hit him was the smell. It was overwhelmingly sweet- almost rottenly sweet. It made his stomach churn in ways he didn’t want to experience. Next, the fear and the feeling of being completely lost washed over him. Tears fell down his cheeks as he curled in on himself. The wood from the door was pressing against his back as people rushed by. Eyes pierced him with judgmental looks, and he suddenly felt like an absolute idiot for staying where he was. His back hurt. His feet hurt. His head was pounding. His hands. His hands. He heard a voice-his voice?- croaking out in desperation, begging whoever kicked him out to let him in once again. More people walked by, ignoring him or shooting him down with harsh judgment. The physical pain melted away slowly, only ebbing at his consciousness. He was left with mentally numbing pain as the lost feeling he had experienced earlier had nearly doubled. He’d lost everything. 

“Jarvis!” 

The first thing he felt were the blankets around him. Soft, fuzzy, dark blue and red blankets; the same ones he’d used for years. His pillow was under his head, and his back against the memory-foam mattress. That was second to process. His eyes were drawn first to the windows around him. The city lights blinked back at him as he started to finally catch his breath. That-that was different than the dream. His vision shifted to the blue light in the corner- his loyal companion, waiting to see what he needed. The heat in the room, the hum from the air ducts, the soft whirring from the lights in the hallway. He was safe. He was okay. 

God, what kind of a dream was that?

“J, can you-”

“Brain scans have already been completed and sent to you, sir. I’m afraid to report that they are once again, completely normal.”

Tony let a groan escaped his lips as he wrestled out of bed, deciding that he’d gotten more than enough sleep that night. What was with these dreams? Why did they leave his waking state so confused and anxious? 

“Would you like me to continue with researching possible causes?” Jarvis asked, concern somehow slipping into his robotic voice.

“Did, uh, did Brain Man email back yet?” Tony asked, scrubbing his hands over his face in frustration. 

“I have yet to receive a response, sir.”

Another groan. “Let me know if anyone important tries to get ahold of me.”

He didn’t like the defeated tone in his voice, but at this point, he was too tired to do anything about it. His legs were shaky as he stood and made his way to the bathroom, deciding that a shower should probably do him good. Clear his mind. Maybe. 

[asocier]

😳 🙄 😠

( it’s munday somewhere; accepting! )

😳 -- What is something or someone you have always wanted to write with? i.e. a particular plot, a character, etc.

          i’ve said this a few times on my blog in recent times, but i’d really love to explore more plots set in alison’s post high school verse, namely when she was going through her relationship with her ex-boyfriend ( to put it lightly; more details can be found in her about and verse page ). there’s so much to tap into when it comes to alison’s sexuality, her development, and her eventual separation from this time in her life, and i’d really enjoy plotting with someone about a potential interaction in this verse. there’s a lot of opportunities and possibilities too, which is another reason why i think it’d be interesting. 

🙄 -- What are your biggest pet peeves when it comes to tumblr?

           red font on a black background is such a jarring combination to me that it really turns me off when a blog chooses that color combination to be their about page or blog information. it’s like, a very specific combination of red/black that is too bright and contrasting, so it’s not like all red/black is bad. but yeah, it really bothers me lmao a lot of muses have that aesthetic as well, so it’s not uncommon for me to come across a blog that’s hard to read because of the colors.

          i have other pet peeves, but i’d rather not put that out in the open tbh ( but you can dm me to discuss! ) 

😠 -- Is there anything you dislike about your muse?

           hahah i have so many muses at this point, so it’ll be hard for me to list nit-picky things for all of them, but off the top of my head, i dislike how unapproachable cedric and nate are to muses who aren’t their main romantic partners. i’m so inclined to use other muses for starter calls and asks because they’re more flexible than these two losers, and tbh i’ve thought about making these two request only because of how fickle they can be. i’m still indecisive about it, but i know i still want them to be accessible on this blog at the very least. but yeah, super difficult muses to get interactions with, and i think that might be do the fact i tend to fixate on their antagonistic qualities, which makes them kind of one dimensional compared to the others. 

[daily-hundred]

THE 100 GIF/COLORING TIPS

Okay, so I know nobody asked for this lmao but I’ve seen a lot of people complaining about the lighting on The 100 (which is completely understandable since it’s very bad.) And even though I’m not at all a pro, I’ve been giffing this show for awhile and I’ve found out some stuff that might be useful for other The 100 gifmakers out there.

Please reblog/like this if you save anything from this tutorial or if it helps you at all :)

WHAT YOU NEED 

Photoshop (I use CS5).

General knowledge on giffing.

Patience because The 100 is a hard show to color. 

COLORING PREVIEW

WARNING: This is very long. Everything starts under the cut!

GENERAL GIFFING TIPS

Get 1080p/720p downloads. Since The 100 is already a very dark and grainy show, anything lower will ruin the gifs’ quality.

Make sure you have cropped the gifs to the proper Tumblr size. Click here for reference. And get rid of the network logo when you’re cropping it! It always looks better without it.

Sharpen your gifs! I don’t see any reason why you shouldn’t. Sharpening your gifs will make it look more HD and show off your coloring better. My sharpening is a smart sharpen with these settings. You can go here if you want to experiment with other actions/settings, though.

Do not have any skipping frames. Please. Your gif will look sloppy and won’t be as smooth, therefore ruining the quality of it.

Make sure you have the gif timing right. I usually go for 0.05 seconds because personally I think it looks best, but I’ve seen some who went with 0.04s or 0.07s and that also works well. Go for 0.05s! I realized now other time settings doesnt work as well as 0.05s especially with The 100.

Save settings. My usual go-to settings are these. Though sometimes I went for selective instead of adaptive and it looks okay, too! :)

+ extras: subtitle!

The font you use for subtitles on your gif will also affect the way your gif looks. Fonts that are too big or too small will make it look less HQ, but having the right font with the right size (and the right position!) will make it look good. Here are some text settings you can use that I’ve found: [ one / two / three ]

COLORING TIPS

Now that you’ve kind of gotten the general giffing tips, I’ve listed out some coloring tips that I found out specifically for The 100. All PSDs will be linked at the end of this post.

Adjust your brightness before anything else.

The 100 is generally very dark, but even with scenes that are already not too-dark, you’re still gonna want to adjust the brightness so you can work on the colors better. I’ll go detailed with this one. We’ll be working on 3 scenes, bright, neutral, and dark scenes.

1. BRIGHT/YELLOW

For this one, I used a scene of Clarke from Season 5. 

The scene is already very bright, so what we’re gonna do here is to adjust it so it’ll look prettier without being too bright that it hurts our eyes. First let’s do curves. I added two curves layer, the first one is to add just the tiniest bit more brightness to her face, and the second one is to darken the background. and then I’m gonna add brightness and levels for contrast:

Alright, now that I’m already happy with the brightness, I’m gonna go and adjust the color. This is too yellow for me, so I’m gonna add a color balance layer to and pull up the blues/cyans/magentas

That’s good, but it’s too desaturated. I’m gonna go and add selective layer to make the colors pop up. I adjusted the red, yellow, and neutral and I got this:

Now this looks great already! Unfortunately, I’m annoying so I have to add more adjustments lmao. This is the final result after being added with an extra brightness layer and a gradient map on luminousity.

2. NEUTRAL

For this one, I’m gonna use a scene of Lexa (reshop heda you’ll always be missed) from Season 2. It’s not very bright but it’s also not too dark.

Now the tips with scenes with enough clarity (doesn’t have to be super bright, but if you can still see things clearly) like this one, clicking the ‘auto’ button on curves saves a whole lot of time. I did so and this is what I have in result:

The auto curves will usually brighten the gif and balance the color on it. Often times you still have to adjust it again. But still this will save a lot of time. I added some more brightness and levels before adding color balance and selective colors layer, and here’s the final gif:

Keep in mind that this will only work with some scenes. This will work alright with the Clarke gif above, but it definitely won’t with this next gif we’ll be coloring.

3. DARK/BLUE

Okay now this one requires some work. I chose Octavia’s scene from the Season 6 trailer. 

The original sharpened gif (notice that I got rid of the logo! It’s really annoying for me so I always find a way to get rid of it.)

It’s reaally dark. So let’s start with brightening it up a little. I added curves, brightness, levels and more brightness because it was still dark as hell:

Now, you may think it’s already bright enough, but for me personally I can still make it brighter, so I added exposure. With dark scenes exposure works really well. But you have to take it easy with this layer since it affects the gif drastically with very minimal effort. I also added a black and white Gradient Map layer that I always set to luminousity:

Now it’s time to go and adjust the hell out of the color balance to make it less blue! I also added an extra selective colors layer to make the reds pop out and get rid of the pixelated/grainy blacks on her hair. After that I added another brightness layer. Here’s my final result:

The quality on this gif is not as good as the others since it was from the youtube trailer (1080p youtube video are still low compared to web-dl’s) but that’s basically the gist on how I work on The 100′s darker scenes! :)

Color balance and selective colors.

The 100 lighting often makes your gifs not only too dark or too bright, but also too yellow or too blue. Balancing it out using a color balance almost always helps. Selective colors layer will also help when you want to pop up certain parts of your gifs. Here’s some tips on selective colors that I got from msmarvel’s coloring tutorial.

Selective colors and color balance layer usually go in the middle or on top of brightening adjustments for me. But I found out that color balance could also be done after you’ve done your coloring, but you have to put it under the other adjustment layers to have the most effect.

I’m gonna show you how I edit this gif here of Raven and Murphy with what I’ve said above.

Without any coloring:

Yeah, I know. I can’t see anything either.

I brighten up this gif using my method above for dark blue scenes. Curves, brightness, levels, and add more depending on what you need. Here’s what I have now:

We can see both of them properly now, but it’s waay to blue. Also I’m losing some color from Raven’s skin so I’m gonna add color balance under every adjustment and pull up the reds and yellows.

Now it’s better! You can totally leave it here and post your gif like this. but I added an extra selective colors layer to bring out the red, yellows and blacks, and here’s the final result: 

I should mention that when it comes to scenes with POCs, you have to be very careful. With this scene with Raven color balance and selective colors helped bring back her color, but on other scene adjusting too much of the red/neutral/yellow might ruin her skin. You are allowed to adjust the colors on a gif extremely when necessary, but be careful about it :)

Some dark scenes are supposed to stay dark.

I realized that with the 100 (or any other shows tbh) brightening up a gif with a dark scene too much will make it lose so much quality and ruin it. So, what I’ve learned to do is to let it be dark. I’ve seen some people brighten their gifs too much and even though I understand your frustration, it’s gonna be better if you just let it be as it is. But, still, make sure it’s bright enough so you can still see the things happening on the gif. 

Here’s a gif of Bellamy from Season 5. You can see how dark it is without any coloring:

First, let’s brighten this baby up so we can see Bellamy’s face. I added curves and brightness, levels and more brightness:

Now I know it’s still very dark, but instead of brightening it up too much I’m gonna go to color balance and add the tiniest bit of red and yellow, and then I’ll add a photo filter. These two adjustments are done so we can have more color on his face instead of the ugly dark red we had. With those adjustments, what we have now is this:

Next, we’ll move on to selective color. This is what I mean when I say you have to be careful with this adjustment. I want to brighten up Bellamy’s face by putting down the blacks on the red selective color. But by doing so I might erase all the reds from his face and whitewash him. To prevent that, while I put down the blacks, I bring up the reds (lowering the cyan) and yellows. I also pull up a bit of neutral and black selective color so I can get rid of the grain (adjusting the black on both selective colors.)

With a little more last-minute brightness, here’s the final result:

That’s pretty much it! You can add more brightness than what I did here (I was in a rush when I made this but I would definitely add a little more curves or brightness) as long as it doesn’t ruin the colors and won’t make the grain too visible. 

Now as promised, here are the PSDs I made for this tutorial! Please don’t claim them as your own and feel free to tag me (#useraaya) if you make anything with them so I can check it out :)

[ clarke ] [ lexa ] [ octavia ] [ murphy & raven ] [ bellamy ]

I hope this helps! Don’t hesitate to message me on my main blog if you have any questions. <3

[discountriku]

Okay so I’m going to throw my hat into the ring and also offer my thoughts on the POW Card dilemma. As gremlininyourcloset pointed out, Shadowy Figures card is the only POW card to have a red font. I’m not sure if it’s a glitch specific to the card K.O. owns or if it’s a glitch present in all of Shadowy Figures cards. But I’m gonna assume it’s the latter.

Because if Shadowy Figure is the result of Venomous using glorb energy, I don’t think the POW Card Company’s super computer is programmed to factor a Glorb Power Up into someones stats. Because from what I remember, no one besides POINT and Laserblast/PV know you can get a power up from glorbs. So whenever someone uses them, it causes the system to glitch out. Instead of updating his stats, it just spits out a separate card of his turbo form with a messed up font color.

Dendy’s comment in “Mystery Science Fair 201X” about how it’s one of the rarest cards K.O. owns stood out to me. Because the card itself doesn’t have any special features or a special name, it’s just the default POW card look + title. 

So the cards for this guy are so limited, that even the standard version is considered one of the rarest you can own? Well that would make sense if the computer only makes cards whenever he powers up. Because like... if they’re supposed to be separate people why does one of them have such a limited card supply?

Edit: Okay I knew I forgot something.

In “Face your Fears” Pow Cards have to be manually updated by the hero/villain. If they don’t update them then the stats don’t change. That could explain why PV has a lower number than Boxman, despite the former being much more malicious. Also, negative numbers follow the same power scale as the positive numbers.

edit 8/1/19: I swear to god I’m gonna send my stupid ass to the moon lmao.

Okay so story time. As I was waiting to go to a class today, a thought popped into my head. I was wondering if Laserblast and Professor Venomous were the same person, why didn’t Laserblasts card update with his new image? Then I thought, well that’s because he hasn’t manually updated it in a while. But then I was like, okay but PV updated his card enough to reach level -7 and there’s still two different cards. So then I was like hmmm for a few minutes. uNTIL I WAS LIKE. OH MY GOD

How could I forget how easy it was to hack into the POW Card Super Computer/Server? In “Dendy’s Power” Shannon uploads herself as a virus through a modified POW Card into the POW Card Cloud Server and turns every card into a dancing robot. In “No More POW Cards” Dendy:

1.) Is able to remotely hack into the computer with little effort.

2.) She directly inserts her program into the computer which will allow kappas to receive their own POW Card. 

The room with the super computer isn’t that well guarded either. All there is is an android, which was easily defeated by Dendy uploading something into it (or maybe she shocked it?). 

If two 6-11 year olds were able to infiltrate the PCC and hack into their super computer so easily, do you have any idea what an adult could do? Especially if that adult is able to teleport? (Shadowy Figure knows how to modify the POW Card so...)

Professor Venomous/SF remotely, or directly hacked the super computer and uploaded a program so he is able to receive two cards. That way he could update his card without the image changing. Because if he didn’t do that everyone would know that he was still alive. Edit 8/1/19: I mean, would he even bother updating it? He could just hack the system and give himself a permanent -7 PL and leave it at that lol. 

I wouldn’t be surprised if his PL was higher than it shows. I think he keeps it at a -7 so he can keep a relatively low profile, since the higher you go the more “celebrity status” you receive as shown in “You’re Level 100!”

Anyways these are just my thoughts. Sorry if this one looks a little jumbled the heat is absolutely FRYING my brain right now lol. Peace out!