#like.. LOOK at these angles and closeups. They were just THAT close . you can see every little emotion on his face it's so beautiful

[speakofshinee]

TEAMIN - Heaven [250213 Ephemeral Gaze - Gorgeous New York fancam]

[animehouse-moe]

Skip and Loafer Episode 6: Drizzling and Flickering

Well, six episodes in and we've finally got our first proper conflict in the story. I'm not at all disappointed or anything that we're this far in and getting it, rather I feel like it's a really great spot to place it. Talks of love and relationships, becoming aware of the social aspect of high school, the stress of exams looming on the horizon. It's a really great point to break things down and take a look at how things need to change.

And change they do. We start with Fumi gushing about having a crush at school, which completely catches Mitsumi off guard. It's a really simple thing, but having these characters at different stages in their social and romantic lives at high school is really great, and goes to show that different people progress at different paces. Both sides of the conversation are really cute though, and are a nice and fluffy way to get into the episode.

Moving forward, the comedy of the episode wastes no time rearing its head, and continues to land rather well. Whether it's visual effects to add to a character's demeanor, or an entirely delusional dream skit, it gets done what it sets out to do: get a laugh out of viewers.

Coming back to reality though, I really love how much the rest of the school is forcing Mitsumi to become aware of Shima Kun. She prefers him as the guy that reminds her of her family's dog, not the popular child movie actor that one in three girls has confessed to. It's really great seeing how they use pieces like this play into Mitsumi's comparative lack of social awareness. They're slowly but surely whittling away at that innocence and lack of understanding, and shaping her into a Tokyo high school student. Of course, more to come on that later.

And now we arrive at the main event: Shima and Mitsumi's spat. By all means, it's a very trivial little argument between the pair, but it really feels as dramatic and tense as a high schooler would think it is. There's a really great balance to that end, in that the argument is just the right amount of dramatic without stretching itself too thin. There's not a huge amount of yelling or animosity towards one another or anything either. It's just, both Shima and Mitsumi have been tense lately, and struggling in their own ways. Mitsumi had the catalyst of people spreading rumors about Shima that put her on edge, and Shima was still harboring feelings about that first time he met Mitsumi. Together it creates a pot that finally boils over, and it's a really well done piece.

Also, my goodness, the layouts for this scene were absolutely stellar. The lighting was gloom and gray, the angles always made sure to make use of height, and the layouts are constantly aware of space and use that to depict how close Mitsumi and Shima are, and how distant/separate they become during the conversation. The closeups/single character focuses are only used to separate the pairs when they end up on opposite ends of the conversation. When Mitsumi's talking about how important school and exams and stuff are, she's standing up while Shima sits down, or we're seeing a close up of her face. Similarly, when Shima bites back at Mitsumi, or when he's soaking up/disagreeing with what she says, we'll get only him in frame.

Even things like the blocking of the characters, it fits perfectly. Mitsumi is the one that's always turning to face Shima, while he stays neutral and faces forward. Such a simple piece that speaks to their approach to people, as Mitsumi always engages and is directly interested in them, while Shima can be cold and indifferent in most cases.

And just look at this gif, I was shocked when I realized it. They went through the trouble of animating shadows of Shima and Mitsumi on the desks. Such a small detail, but it adds a comparative world of information and feel to the cut.

In addition to that, P.A Works has been working some real magic with their 3D art. If you look hard enough you'll see it for sure, but as a supplemental piece it's amazingly well blended with the rest of the 2D work.

Anyways, back to the story. I really like how both characters work through the little dispute. Mitsumi still doesn't really have any strong friendships or anything at school, so she's left to her own devices in dealing with it and in turn overthinks (though in a good direction) because of it.

Shima on the other hand has a far more expressive stance, as he wanders through his mind in the presence of an old friend. It's also the first time we really see Shima express, let alone confront his feelings on things, and they do a really good job of continuing that air of indifference while approaching that subject. If I had to explain it, they nailed it in it being like there's a fly buzzing around Shima almost. It's not something driving him crazy, but he's forced to be aware of it and wants to, well, deal with it. Also, it's a little detail, but I like the little playful back and forth between him and his friend to start things off. His friend jokingly finds it funny that Shima is expressing emotions, which Shima doesn't take all that kindly to because opening up just to get laughed at isn't really a great feeling.

Both mull it over, both make it slightly awkward at school, and both want to come to terms/apologize over it. Pretty textbook high school drama, if you ask me (which I think is a good thing). Before that though, I really loved this piece between Mitsumi and Egashira. They've already grown close as Egashira's dropped that facade of hostility, but I love that she's kept her character. Still snarky and sorta "above" Mitsumi, but open to helping her out and being a good friend.

And now we arrive at the big moment in the episode: the apology. It's well worded and the perfect amount of awkward and earnest, from how Mitsumi approaches Shima right up until they laugh it off together.

Though first, this cut of Mitsumi dashing down the hallway to catch up to Shima. Really great work and I love how they're willing to shake things up for bigger moments. There's also really meaningful work put into how it looks in motion. They're incredibly aware of the 3D space they're working in, and all all sorts of subtle effects to heighten the viewer's awareness and feel of that space.

Anyways, back on topic. Like I said, awkward and earnest, Mitsumi really puts her charm on display once more to coax Shima out of his shell. It's a really great and warm moment that brings the two undeniably closer, and allows Shima to well and truly make a new friend.

Also, it took me until the end of the episode to realize that the rain was all about Shim and Mitsumi. It symbolized the struggles and lows of their friendship, and it was only once they worked through those that the sun began to poke out and shine down on them.

Though the episode effectively ends here, I still have so much I wish I could talk about, but I'll leave it as footnotes.

The overall use of space and static camera angles that puts a focus on character acting

The use of closeups and focus on body parts to convey emotion rather than facial expressions (Shima adheres to this rule the whole season basically, which I think is great)

How, even though Mitsumi is sort of deluding herself to her crush on Shima, she brings forward the point that boys and girls can be really great friends without any sort of romantic context

How each of Mitsumi's friends provides support in a different way (the go-getter Egashira, the comforting and warm Mursahige, and the awkward yet thoughtful Kurume)

So yeah, once more Skip and Loafer provides a world of expertise and understanding, edited down and shaped into an episode that's super easy to digest but leaves you full of messages and sentiments, with a hearty helping of heartwarming moments.

[fourseasonsfigs]

Chulian on Lake

For today's fig post we have this amazing set - that lights up!

This complex and beautiful set features Zhang Zhehan's lotus spirit Qing Lian (aka Xiao-Zhe) from his advertisement for Jade Dynasty: New Fantasy, together with Gong Jun's Dong Fang Yuechu from the upcoming drama Fox Spirit Matchmaker: Yue Hong.

First, just a few pictures of our ethereal lotus fairy:

And a few pictures of our stunning Daoist priest:

That last one in particular is the inspiration for this fig here.

This set arrived in an enormous, fairly heavy box. I had to ship this air mail because of the electronics involved in it.

I was a little worried about how big and delicate this set was, but it arrived in perfect shape. Full credit to the fig maker and the factory for cushioning it so well.

Here's all the pieces. I still think it's incredible all the fragile flowers and stems make it through.

You can see here the little tiny holes (up at the top by the edges) where you can insert the lotus leaves and flowers. They went in quite easily and were very stable.

Here's a close up of the electronics. The set came with both batteries and a USB cord. The button there turns on the lake light.

Here's the lake by itself, before the figs go in. As you can see, Yuechu stands in the boat via peg legs. Very seaworthy of him! Qing Lian just lays down however you like inside the lotus.

Before we put the figs into their respective conveyances, here's a closeup of them. Qing Lian is all curled up and sleepy eyed, and Yuechu is casting a magical fireball of some sorts.

I could only really get two angles of the figs before they went into the lake, since neither of them stand by themselves.

This was a very difficult set to get good pictures of. One, because I lack any real photography skills, and my phone kept hyperfocusing on certain parts and blurring out the rest. But, as we go around the fig, you do end up seeing the whole thing. So please bear with me!

Beautiful, isn't it? I love how detailed these figures are - their hair is amazing.

Here's a top-down view. Yuechu fits in the boat beautifully - the pegs went right in, and he's pretty secure in there. No glue needed. Xiao Zhe is resting peacefully and easily in his lotus.

We'll do a couple closeups here. He's quite tiny all curled up like that!

Huh. Is Yuechu conjuring up Qing Lian? It looks like we have a lotus in the middle of that magic. I'm not sure!

Our lotus lake at midnight! It does in fact light up like a dream. I just went ahead and plugged the USB cord in the wall, so it's a little less beautiful than it would be cordless with the batteries. Still, it's very lovely.

The fig maker included a double-sided postcard, a matching keychain with the art, the batteries, and the USB cord (that I had already plugged in).

I really appreciate how she included both. This is her first set, and I hope she makes more!

Material: Resin

Fig Count: 513

Scene Count: 36

Rating: Luminous!

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[fullonfandomindulgence]

The Same People (3/4) - ID version

Following are five black and white comics pages of characters from Mob Psycho 100, each with an image description below it.

ID: Six panels.

First, Mob and Tsubomi in the park, a vending machine and a bench visible among the trees. Mob looks away, cowed, while Tsubomi leans her head over and looks at her fidgeting hand. Mob says, "Yeah. I'm... gonna go."

Closeup on Mob's eyes as he says, "Thank you for waiting for me, despite everything. You had faith in me, even through all that."

Then Tsubomi's face, neutral, looking down.

Then the same view of Mob's eyes but his hair is spikey and his irises are big and dewey. Little sparkles come off of him. He says "Thank you for everything. Just for being there, not for me, but for everyone, for yourself. We're not who we were but I'll always be greatful for you--" "Hold it."

Mob blinks away the sparkles while Tsubomi looks mildly annoyed, low eyebrows, wide, flat mouth. "I'm not leaving for like, two weeks, Mob. You're still gonna see me in the hallways and stuff. No final goodbyes. It'd get weird."

Finally they look goofily away and think, at the same time, "It already is."

End ID.

ID: Four panels.

First, a wide view of the park that Mob and Tsubomi are in. Mob looks away and back, holding the wrist that holds the flower, while Tsubomi hunches and looks sidelong at her fidgeting hand again.

Then a closeup of Tsubomi's fidgeting hand. Off-panel Mob says, "So I guess,"

"See you later." This panel is mirrored from the first page of this whole fancomic, Mob stepping over the same tree.

Tsubomi picks up her bag from under the bench and waves back, expressionless. Again this is a mirror of when she saw him while she was sitting at the bench in the very first panel.

End ID.

ID: Five panels.

First, a view of Tsubomi from above. She is slumped over, arms hanging and head hanging heavily so her hair obscures her face entirely.

Second, the trees around Tsubomi seem to lean forward as Tsubomi approaches a tall, wide tree. Her form is hunched and angular as she says, eyebrows low, eyes wide, mouth open, "God dammit."

Third, a caption box shows the words "TREE KICK: One of Tsubomi's special moves." Tsubomi turns into all angles, hair flying up behind her as she kicks the trunk as hard as she can, effects lines exploding off the blow. "GOD DAMMIT!"

Then Tsubomi tilts her head back and closes her eyes in defeat, slumped into curves. The trees lean away.

Finally Tsubomi reaches the exit of the park and responds "Oh what the hell now" to the rubble and destruction outside. I stole this background from the original mob psycho comic.

End ID.

ID: Six panels. Every character except Tsubomi is someone I made up for this scene.

First, a boy rushes nervously past a door to a classroom. On the wall a poster says, "Solving Quadratics." Someone off-panel asks "Tsubomi, did you end up talking to Mr. Yubata about openings at your cram school?"

Two girls gawk into the classroom as they walk by. The perspective is warped so the blackboard leans over Tsubomi and so the speaker Kaoru is looking up at her despite being the same height. Kaoru blabbers nervously, "Sorry, I know what you said about the waitlist, but my parents really really want me to go there. I need to get into a good high school. I know I'd be a good fit, and you're a great student, it'd be easy for you to convince him, right? Worst case I could take your spot once you leave, right?"

Three boys look into the classroom as they walk by. One of them, highlighted, looks very hostile.

The board, covered in illegible chalk markings, again menaces over Tsubomi, as does Kaoru. "I really don't know what I'm gonna do if this doesn't work out." Tsubomi pinches the bridge of her nose and says, "Yes, sorry, I forgot. It's, this whole mess, with the rejections…"

The perspective flattens so it's just a face-on view of Kaoru in front of the board. "JANUARY 27," "PROJECT 4 - CRAB," and "POSITIVITY" are visible on the board and an adjacent poster. Kaoru's expression is mild, but ambiguous as to her disbelief or scorn: "Oh. Is it… really that bad?"

Finally Tsubomi, smiling easily, tucks her hair behind her ear and says, "No, you're right, not really. I'll talk to Mr. Yubata for you. Have a good day, Kaoru!" Kaoru, off-panel, says, "O-oh! Um, thank you!" The doorframe and grid of posters on the wall behind Tsubomi, all scribbled, lean over her.

End ID.

ID: Six panels.

First, a little panel where Kaoru exits the room. Her comment "I really really owe you" is cut off by the doorframe.

Second, Tsubomi stands in the classroom. Two students are still sitting near the door but otherwise it's empty. The black, empty board behind her is enormous, and the image turns abstract and disappears on its right side.

Then Mob starts to walk by the door, not yet noticing that Tsubomi is in the room. But Tsubomi notices him.

She turns away so the reader can't see her face. The scene around her is abstract, just a black rectangle in perspective. She thinks, "He's gonna stare at me again…" Off-panel, though, Mob says, "Hi Tsubomi."

Then the panel borders are the doorframe. Mob has a hand up and is looking at her, but he isn't stopping. He wants nothing from her. He is just saying hi. Behind him through the window is the school courtyard, where a black vine has climbed gently over the brick wall on the opposite side. The perspective makes it look like it's coming off the top of Mob's head.

Then Tsubomi leans out the door to watch Mob walking away, frank and surprised. She gets out "…hi."

End ID.

[freelanceexorcist]

FFVII spoilers and me being pedantic under the cut.

I have thoughts (“Oh. Great.” –everybody)

First, I’m not down with the idea that Sephiroth was born irredeemably evil either. The Chaotic Evil types don’t get the kind of character development he has gotten in Ever Crisis, Crisis Core and the Kalm flashback. The kind of monster that some in the fandom are hell bent on seeing doesn’t get anything that can make them sympathetic, because the player or viewer isn’t supposed to feel guilty when they kill them or see them defeated and killed. The viewer is supposed to say “yay! The evil has been vanquished!” not “you know, their story could have turned out differently if only…”

At least that's how it goes in the classic stories where good and evil are clearly defined and never the twain shall meet. But the R trilogy doesn't seem to be that kind of story even though that's how it appears at first glance.

OG Sephiroth didn’t get this kind of development. We were supposed to see him as the mysterious boogeyman. All we knew about him pre-Nibelheim until Crisis Core came out is that he was raised by Shinra and wasn’t always insane. Pre-Nibelheim OG Sephiroth was the aloof guy who was perfectly good with leaving a man behind. He didn’t look horrified when he failed to save him. He didn’t put the mission on pause to look for him.

But Remake/Rebirth/R?? Sephiroth did.

I wasn’t a fan of the direction they seem to be going in at first, but I’ve noticed a theme. I don’t know if it’s deliberate, but I’m still seeing it: “not everything is as it seems.” And don’t get me started on the version of Sephiroth that’s trolling Rufus. I love that version.

But back to “not everything is as it seems.” Yes, it looks like Jenova is the Big Bad Evilest of Evils and Sephiroth is Son of Big Bad Evilest of all Evils. That’s the story, forever and ever, amen.

Hmmm.

I’ll circle back to Sephiroth eventually, but let’s get a few things out of the way first.

They were pretty damn obvious about making the connection between Jenova and the Gi. Sephiroth appearing and disappearing in a way that’s identical to how Gi Nattak did it? The pointed closeup on Gi Nattak’s eye to show us that his people have purplish pink eyes just like Jenova? Not subtle at all. They want us to make that connection. Sure it could be a red herring in preparation for a later twist, but they want us to make the connection.

And what’s the deal with the Gi? They’ve been tormented for thousands of years by being forced to wander the planet as homeless ghosts, never able to be assimilated by the Lifestream because they weren't born from it. They created the black materia to set themselves free and make it stop, but the Cetra stole it from them. They don’t seem like the bad guys, but they sure seem willing to go to extremes to end their suffering.

I’m not a violent person and I don’t want to hurt anyone, but I can’t say I wouldn’t be willing to use the nuclear option if I was barred from Heaven for thousands of years and couldn’t take one more day of it.

And about the Cetra. We’re supposed to see them as the squeaky clean, purehearted tree huggers but as you say, they’re pretty xenophobic. They see the Gi as foul and wrong, but why? Maybe we’ll find out later that there’s more to it than what Gi Nattak says, or maybe he’s telling the unvarnished truth. Maybe the Cetra are treating the planet like a country club and they’re the self-appointed security guards keeping out the riff raff who committed the “sin” of being born from a different Lifestream. They’re the xenophobic idiot on the news ranting into the microphone about all the immigrants and refugees crossing the border to steal everyone’s job.

Well-crafted characters have flaws, and that’s a mighty big flaw right there.

Makes you wonder, though. Did Jenova just go HAM on them for shits and giggles...or was she trying to retrieve her people's property? If they go with the angle from the OG that she got close enough to infect the Cetra and turn them into monsters, you can't help but wonder if she wasn't doing it as an act of revenge. "I'll make you like me so you can't enter the Lifestream either. Let's see how YOU like it."

Now, enter Cloud: the designated hero. The one we’re supposed to cheer for. The one who can do no wrong or we wouldn’t feel good about ourselves for using him to beat up and kill the bad guy. He has a little bit of an attitude, but it’s not his fault.

Wait, are we talking about the same Cloud who was ready to cut a kneeling, blindfolded and unarmed Johnny down just to shut him up? He might have done it, too, if Tifa hadn’t stopped him. That’s some mafia shit right there.

And he was ready to cut down Elena, too. She was pinned under rubble, injured and…you guessed it, unarmed. Tifa had to stop him there, too.

She wasn’t able to stop it when he lost his shit and attacked her. She ended up in the Lifestream, and Cloud went comatose after that and was of no use to anyone. I’m not gonna lie, Barret smacking the shit out of him was kinda satisfying.

But that’s just Sephiroth controlling him, people are saying.

Maybe. If that’s actually Sephiroth. There’s a version of Sephiroth described in the Ultimania as an “illusion,” which is another way of saying a hallucination. The Ultimania isn’t clear if this is the case or Jenovaroth is projecting visions, so it could go either way. I’m leaning toward a hallucination, because only Cloud can see him. He appears and disappears out of nowhere. He gets run clean through with the Buster Sword and doesn’t react at all. Cloud still hears his voice even when he's not there. The things he says seem to reflect Cloud’s mental state at any given time. He convinces Cloud that Tifa is an imposter because maybe on some level that’s what Cloud believes.

Now let me be clear that I like Cloud as a character. If they're doing what I think they're doing, I'm fixing to like him even more. This kind of duality is great.

Not everything is as it seems.

And then there’s the question of the version of Sephiroth who dogs Rufus while disguised as Glenn. Who is this guy? Is it Jenovaroth on a side quest? I doubt it, because their goals don’t appear to align. Glenniroth doesn’t appear at first to be aligned with Jenova at all. He may have gone rogue.

To be sure, he may not be a good guy. His pre-Nibelheim goodness is probably still there but buried so deep it would take a lot for it to see the light of day again. He has done too much and had too much done to him to go back to the way things were. He is the phoenix that was reborn from the ashes of Nibelheim, and no one will ever use or control him again. He won't go out of his way to hurt someone for no reason, but hey, each death feeds the Lifestream and keeps the planet going a little longer.

At least that’s my speculation.

TL; DR: It may seem on the surface that we’re getting the same old, same old, but I don’t think we are. The signs are there, but they’re making us work for them. If I’m right about that, well-played, FFVIIR team.

FFVII Rebirth Thoughts (Spoilers)

I want to preface this by saying that I love the game so damn much, I can't believe that something like it even exists, I'm glad that it does, and I'm extremely excited to see where the final installment is going to go.

However,

I am not a fan of the continued plot thread of "Sephiroth is the son of Jenova, and that means he was born irredeemably evil, even though he literally could not dictate the circumstances of his conception".

The whole, "they were born bad" trope always rubbed me the wrong way for multiple reasons, specifically on a personal level, it honestly feels a bit ableist. And Aerith not giving Sephiroth the same compassion as she does to others and insisting he cannot be reasoned with, despite the numerous parallels in their upbringings, is irksome. However, I also recognize that it's partially because she knows what he's planning and she may have been trying to reach him through Cloud during her speech after the trials, and it didn't work.

It just frustrates me to see a game about the numerous possibilities and choices available to us, and always have the same singular character, who has suffered from abuses and could not alter his fate, always be irredeemably evil. It's just boring.

And then you add in the factor of the Cetra most likely being xenophobic to everything they consider to be outsiders, to the point that they were unwelcoming to Aerith in the Temple of the Ancients because she's only half-Cetra, and it adds another layer of implications that I feel very uncomfortable with.

This in no way justifies what Sephiroth has done, and is still planning to do, in any sense, I'm just very tired and frustrated with a specific story trope.

[katedrawscomics]

Hi! Widdershins has been my favorite comic for years now, I admire your storytelling so much. I was just rereading, and I wondered how you choose the composition of your panels? They're so dynamic-- you use so many dramatic angles and I hadn't really realized how much energy is conveyed that way. Any tips to an amateur artist?

oh gosh, haha, thank you :) if i'm being honest a lot of my composition stuff now is just kinda natural- i've learned a lot of rules that are jammed into my head after so many years of practice, but i'll try to articulate a few for you.

largely, i try not to keep the "camera" static, so i like to move it about and try out different angles where possible. this isn't necessarily a hard and fast thing you NEED to do while making comics- widdershins is an adventure comic though, so its best to keep it snappy and dynamic, and flipping angles helps that. you run the risk of things looking chaotic though, so i generally try to stick to the ol' 360 degree rule- this means if character A starts on the left of the panel and character B starts on the right, try to keep them in that order, as it reads much smoother that way. you can see me doing that in this recent page here-

lei is to the left, vee is to the right on every panel. yes i know they literally cannot move but i'd have positioned them similarly were they able to run about, i promise :V

don't treat this as an unbreakable hard and fast rule though, it's really more of a guideline, so don't feel trapped by it. note i flipped vee and lei's positions in this final panel here-

-because it's more vital that the reader gets a good solid closeup on what vee's hands are doing before they read her speech bubbles there.

but trying to keep to the 360 degree rule while still keeping the "camera" in motion can keep visual interest high! you can do some fun stuff too like having characters visibly crossing from left to right to set up the action.

another thing to note on these pages is that it can really help to have your actions- vee's flip, rattaker's swing of the spanner- go from left to right as that follows the direction the reader is reading. it gives more of a vague sense of forward motion, if you get what i mean? this also means you can have the action going in the other direction when you want to convey someone moving backwards-

or having their progress halted, or moving slowly-

sometimes if it's an intentionally slow paced scene, or something where you wanna show a distinct change in two states, you can keep the camera static, like so-

-since the lack of relative movement can help to highlight a change in scenery or facial expression.

another tiny helpful thing i like to keep in mind is to try to pull out the camera enough to show a full body shot of the characters at least once per page- i call it the boots rule, gotta see a pair of boots on the page to establish where they are in the environment, and not just constant closeups of faces. again this isn't a hard and fast rule, it's something i made up for myself since i found i was doing too many close panels, which got kinda crowded and confusing. if your characters are moving about or changing position though, you do wanna pull back the camera to show where they now are relative to the scene, and keeping the boots rule in mind can help remind you of this.

in general just keep in mind that readability is key, and easily the most important but invisible part of making a comic. you wanna make it so your reader doesn't have any moments of stopping for a second like "huh? which panel is next?" or "when did that guy move over there". consider the flow of your page, how your composition of both art and speech bubbles can follow the way a reader's eye will naturally scan the page, and you're heading in the right direction.

uh, hopefully that helps! if you wanna know anything more specific please ask, i can ramble on about this sorta thing for ages!

[missamyrisa2]

anonymous asked: Hypothetically speaking....if a hyper-sensitive 22-year old girl with a supremely ticklish tummy, were to say, try to run away from the house of laughter and alert the media or seek help, would she be rewarded or punished for such tenacity?

Yes~

A bubbly news anchor meets you happily, dressed in a cute ensemble of dark dress pants, pink flowy blouse with an oversize waist belt, and a black blazer topped with a cute purpley scarf. “Our top story tonight, this brave young woman has a story about the local haunted house that is sure to titillate. Young lady if you could just stand over here. Okay, and yes just relax as we get your microphone wired up. And you. She’s told us that the house is actually a House of Laughs, packed from wall to wall with traps designed to literally tickle people’s funny bones. And you’re ticklish? Yes, she’s quite ticklish so she can attest to the effectiveness of the house. Yes dear, you need to relax, my assistants are merely ensuring you don’t fall out of your chair and that your feet and stomach have ample ventilation."

The crew works quickly around you as she launches right into this story, holding back a tiny smirk when a vital detail is revealed.

"Which is as good a segue as any to announce the new owner of this station, a local researcher who goes only by the name of Megan. She has graciously kept us all on staff and added some brand new segments, including an ongoing segment featuring the ticklishness of our local residents~ I have here some brand new ‘tickle tools’ sealed in their package including these multicolor feathers, a duster, hrmmm a big thing with a white bulb that looks like a microphone, oh and a whole set of paintbrushes. Oh yes, coochie coo dearie. We can see she’s especially squirmy when my assistant uses her nails on this bellybutton - can we get a closeup of this? I’m going to try my feathers on these toes. Follow me now, we’re going in~ah! Look at her buck! Our first guest on “local ticklees” is going to set that bar so high. Up next, we’ll explore that little moan that escaped her lips when her belly was given that big raspberry~ Oh, and I’m just getting an update, it’s called a zerbert and apparently it can be quite arousing~ More on zerberts and our guest right after this!”

Strapped into the News TK interview chair, a pair of giggly interns will sit at your feet and stroke each toe with feathers. A microphone will be in your face as cameras shoot from multiple angles and lights are pointed at your body. The anchor continues to question you: “So, does that tickle? And how much does this tickle?” You can barely muster a response both from the tickling and the large audience you’ve gathered in the studio. Someone at the station knows their bondage, because you can only struggle and squirm as those supple feather tips and now stiff nails start scratching along your soles. “We’ve learned from an inside source that you have a seemingly bottomless supply of tickle spots, care to comment?” Oil drips along your feet and ankles, rubbed in earnestly. They giggle almost as much as you. “We’re getting word that your feet are very ticklish. Come on down for more fun tickles at the House of Laughs. We'll be right back~”

During the break, the chair has been rearranged. Now you sit on your knees and your feet are propped up slightly. The two feather girls return, but before they even start, a buxom woman with perfectly manicured nails appears. Before the interview continues, she’s grasping at your belly, sneaking along the line of your shirt. “Oh my, we’re rolling already. Get in close here. Now, how much does your belly tickle? Or rather, how ticklish is your tummy?” The woman prods you to answer the question as her nails climb up your sides. Feather dusters twirl at your feet from behind. “Make sure you’re getting this~ look at those toes tremble!” “Up next, an inside scoop on the navel- will it be ticklish too? Our analyst says - yes” Your shirt is lifted and the analyst appears, gesturing to some large photos of navels and stats on ticklishness, but you can barely register that because the woman is spidering along your lower belly with one hand, and exploring your navel with another. One duster at your feet sneaks to your side. The questions and audience reactions are a blur.

Your stomach twitches with preemptive giggles as the chair is now a table for spread-eagle positioning, and lined with a very soft fur. The usual suspects appear after the break, and you are being interviewed as you are strapped in. “In our last segment we’ll talk about the history of tickling, and the rumored technique used to punish nobles. It all started back in...” the historian guest speaking starts up but your thoughts are scrambled by tickles as nails close on your sides and ribs, squeezing earnestly. A makeup brush explores your waistline. Feathers are set between your toes. Cameras take footage, a microphone is held to you to record your giggles. Their words drift in and out. “...this would have been used for the most egregious crimes.” A mouth seals on your side and blows loudly. Your laughter fills the studio. “Straight from the source - did that tickle?” You howl a response as a frenzy of raspberries starts. “Our takeaway from today’s deep tickle dive - the raspberry: how much it tickles, when it is appropriate to use it, and the proper way to seal your lips” One set of tickly tickly lips after another finds your midsection and seals before blowing loudly. The room is deafened with your laughs and belly blow sounds as the segment closes~

[olderthannetfic]

Could you rant a little about the way films could convey different POV/relative time? This is interesting to me as I cannot figure how that would work.

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Oh man... Okay, I'll try to come up with something relatively coherent and concise, but no promises.

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POV in film

This isn't quite as concrete as it is in writing. The film version is sometimes called "narrative perspective" instead. Sometimes "emotional perspective". When someone talks about whom we're "with" in a scene, it's often this same concept.

Unlike in most writing, film can shift whom we're with pretty frequently and still be seen as artistically good. Some films don't make very good use of visual/editing cues about whom we're with too, which makes it extra non-obvious.

How we tell who's the POV character or more the subject or more important is from things like who has the most closeups or the closer closeups. More closeups = more emotional intimacy with the character.

Who looks closest to the camera lens vs. being seen from the side or some more observation-y angle? More full-face view = more emotional intimacy. Can't see full face with full emotions = less intimacy

Who drives the cuts? Driving the cut means like:

There's a noise.

Character A turns to look.

Character B turns to look.

We cut to the thing they're looking at.

B is driving the cut there. B's interest is what tells the audience where to look and what's important. Character B making a decision and that ending the scene or character B's eyes leaving frame and that ending the scene are also examples of driving the cut.

I'm not saying every scene from every sitcom with a million characters will make this obvious, but if you go watch a scene from one of those films like The Godfather that film bros cream themselves over, you'll see a lot of meticulous, carefully-planned cinematography and editing like this.

I have some video meta on AO3 trying to demonstrate this type of thing if you need some examples.

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Temporality & Reality in Film

I have less of a canned lecture for this one. One of the early realizations by film editors was how humans interpret cuts. It's why montage works. If you stick thing A next to thing B, we assume that they're related. If they're two normal-seeming scenes, we assume that B closely follows A in time (if they're the same characters/location) or that they're concurrent (if not).

This is why i was so irritated with The Witcher S1 and all that "Ooh, we never tooooold you it was all happening at the same tiiime!!!"

Actually, you did, assholes. A straight cut means that.

If you did not mean that, then you would have used a transition of some kind, a sound cue, a radically different color grade, or some text on screen indicating when and where we are.

If A and B aren't just two normal scenes that are going to have a temporal relationship, we'll assume a metaphorical one. Like, if you edit a video of a politician and cut in clips of a pig rolling in mud, you can't go "Oh, I didn't meaaaan anything by it!" Everyone knows you were saying politician=pig and that whatever he's bloviating about = him rolling in the political muck.

See the Kuleshov effect for more on montage.

TBH, part of my problem with The Untamed is that I didn't feel they lingered on LWJ's impassiveness enough for me to get a sense of what lay under it. I wanted more of him looking blank, then WWX, then him looking blank. As it was, he felt blank to me.

Anyway, if you're trying to show that time or levels of reality are skipping around in film, you have various options. Often, a film will set up a pattern early on in a relatively clear way so that the audience understands that's the cue for Thing X later on.

The most typical cues are things you're familiar with: flashbacks are sepia toned, flashbacks are over-exposed and full of glowing white light, dream sequences are weird colors, characters who are on drugs can see distorted versions of reality but it sounds like everyone is shouting from a million miles away, etc.

Subtler sound cues are things like which mic was chosen. Most regular dialogue is recorded on a boom mic with support from lavs on individual actors. It sounds like it was recorded on set in a relatively open space, probably.

If you want to record the voices in the protagonist's head, you might choose some other mic in the studio, right next to the actor's mouth, so it sounds like a podcaster speaking directly into their microphone or something.

The voice is too pristine and too close. It doesn't sound like it's in the scene, so we can more easily buy it as being inside someone's head.

You could also achieve an unreal effect by adding some unnatural reverb.

I was teaching editing this morning, and my student showed me this scene from Dune. (It's the one with the guy and his mom around 3:50 if the link doesn't pop to the right spot.)

Pay attention to how the unnaturalness of the sounds builds. We start out with naturalistic sound design and return to it after. In the middle, there's an increase of tension music, wind chimes that shouldn't be that loud, etc. Then the time delay on his words. Then a subtle visual effect on her hand reaching for the glass.

Pay attention to how they cue 'back to reality'. We see her sort of waking up, the sound changes back, and we immediately cut to an insert shot showing the water in its original spot to make it clear we saw something that was not real before.

That's the kind of thing film can do to move from real to unreal to real again.

The way the editing jumps between insert shots of other things in the scene is perhaps mimicking how human concentration works or maybe heightening the unreal feel, or both. The windchimes could be that too: hyper-focusing guy hears a real noise as way more prominent than it would really be.

Film can convey what it's like to have your attention jump from thing to thing.

So can writing, but differently. Film is exceptionally good at depicting things like emotions we aren't sure how to describe and the eye being caught by movement and light. Novels are often better at capturing intellectual flights of fancy where your brain is relating 10 things you read to each other. (I know, I know, I just said "Books are good at verbal things". Very deep.)

[ladyluscinia]

When I rewatched the confession scene for the first time in a long while on Nov 5th I had the usual thoughts:

Why is it so fucking dark?

Why are they so ugly in this lighting?

Why are the shots set up like they filmed in different rooms?

What happened with the magically disappearing teary eyes?

I also - while paying closer attention to Dean's reaction for signs of cut emotions - had the idle thought that with all these identical angles and short cuts it almost looked like they were recycling different takes of the same shot. The idea has been nagging at me ever since, so when I got a chance, I pulled just his scenes to put back to back. The result? This cursed video I'm releasing into the wild:

(...and a whole bunch of individual shots in Premiere I could arrange like puzzle pieces to compare whatever I wanted. So compare I did. Though I will go ahead and acknowledge there are only so many facial expressions one can make to the script direction "listen to your scene partner give a monologue love confession.")

My observations (+ screenshots) got long so I put them below the cut.

Some general stuff - The shots start with a mix, then hit a series of 3/4 shots, a single front shot, a long line of closeups, and then one of each at the end. All the closeups after 6 have the back of Cas's head in them because he steps closer around shot 10 (a 3/4 angle). Here's a still:

As other people have pointed out, this is not as close as he ends up at the end in order to grab and throw Dean against the wall, and a shot of him moving even closer is notably absent. He's just there suddenly. And we get no more shots like this to indicate when that happened.

On the topic of the back of Cas's head, in several of the closeup shots he's still giving his speech and you can see his jaw moving. Shots 13 & 14 definitely seem to line up with what we are hearing, which makes me notice 15 & 16 aren't nearly as clear. He's saying something in 15, but his jaw seems to stop moving halfway through, and I don't see any movement at all in 16. The relevant lines:

"You know, ever since we met, (speaking motion stops?) ever since I pulled you out of hell, knowing you has changed me. Because you cared, I cared..."

Odd, no? And the Cas shot in the middle is an extreme close up.

For my recycling different takes theory, there's not anything early on that jumps out to me. Similarity between shots could easily just be the fact it's the same guy in the same conversation. However I do think I spotted what I was picking up on: Shots 17, 18, & 19 all show the exact same subtle zoom in. And 20 is brief and looks different, but it might be there too (a different take with a different acting choice?).

The only speaking line from Dean or Cas is Dean's in shot 18:

"Why does this sound like a goodbye?"

A good line to have emphasized. I can see that one being filmed with a subtle zoom. However 17 does look a lot like 18 if you cut it off before the line, and 19 (as many people have noticed) looks like he's about to say something before Cas cuts him off with the "I love you."

As much as I like speculation on if Dean was about to try and confess or something, it is really standing out to me that all the "suspicious" shots I noticed are falling nicely in one block, right where I would definitely assume some acting would happen.

The last thing I did is compare two pairs of shots with the same angle that were spaced significantly apart: 10 & 21 (3/4 angle) and 11 & 22 (front shot). The caps are from near the end of the earlier shot and beginning of the later one. And, uh, something is up here.

10 & 21 seem legit in comparison to each other. In shot 10 Cas is starting his "You see yourself..." bit offscreen, and shot 21 is "Don't do this, Cas." They look different enough. His shirt appears to have moved, and Dean is plausibly in a different emotional place expression-wise. Also there is a slight saturation bump or something that makes the lighting look different? Weird choice but okay. I would be remiss not to point out someone else (can't find the post) who edited the scene to move shot 21 a bit and show the dialogue flowed better, but the shot itself at least seems like its own thing. Compare this to:

Shots 11 & 22 look fucking seamless next to each other. Look at that shirt. The glassiness of his eyes. The only fucking difference is the saturation bump I pointed out before. The back of Cas's head is visible speaking in 11 and it doesn't line up with the audio at all. And shot 22... well that's the infamous turn around shot where we briefly see eyes full of tears. I can't tell if they tried filming Dean turning earlier (and placed it over a much more emotional later shot?) or if they grabbed a later shot to fill in something around 11 (Cas is not saying what we hear) or maybe both, but at least one of these is not in the right place.

I don't know what the conclusion is here beyond just adding to the pile of evidence that this scene was heavily messed with after filming, but, uh, this scene was heavily messed with after filming. Making fun of Dean's non-reactions, pointing out that non-reactions were in character, enhancing and brightening gifs to show the non-reactions were less "non" then they looked... in the end I can't even definitively say we're looking at shots of him reacting to what's being said. In fact, I think he notably isn't at multiple points.

Fuck the CW, man. Fuck them and their fucking homophobic panic spiral that probably gave us this.

Feel free to add anything you notice. I'm very curious.

[fourseasonsfigs]

Early Mid-Autumn Festival: Moon Rabbit Lantern Daoist

When I was away on my work trip, this little cutie finally arrived!

This is the last one of this series of figs, all individually sold. You can read about the other three here, here, and here. This was by far the most popular out of the bunch, and sold out instantly when it was first launched. And I do mean instantly - I was there with my finger hovered over the check out button, watching the seconds count down, and I was still too slow. I like to think my hand speed is pretty good, but fig buyers in China are really hard to beat sometimes. Luckily, this fig maker provided an overseas link upon request, and I was able to buy one for me and my friend.

The inspiration for this fig is Gong Jun's character Dong Fang Yuechu in the upcoming TV show Fox Spirit Matchmaker: Yue Hong. I couldn't find the bunny lantern inspiration for the fig in particular, but I think I finally found at least the costume:

All the costumes are so beautiful from this show - I can't wait!

This fig arrived snuggly wrapped up in his polystyrene mailing box. I really like when the figs are wrapped in plastic - it actually makes removing them from the box very easily. I still cut the box to get out the fig - can't risk breaking off delicate pieces! But the figs slide out much easier.

Here he is, looking beautiful, with his bunny lantern.

This is an extreme, extreme closeup of the lantern...it's tiny! Lots of great details for so small of an item. You can see the handle there where Yuechu will hold it.

The lantern spins fairly freely - you can see when I laid the fig down the lantern turned around.

Here he is! I absolutely love this fig. His hair is perfect, his expression is perfect - everything about him is just completely charming.

Interestingly enough, the lantern is a bit too long for his hand.

You can see here how the tassel hits the ground and causes the handle to push out of his hand. This is easily rectified by putting him on a fig stand, but it does seem like it could have used a bit of a design tweak so folks didn't have to use fig stands if they don't want to. Maybe I also got a lantern that was slightly larger than the norm - production does vary on these figs.

He has a little book in his hand...there's no writing on it or anything to determine what it might be. I'm guessing that the fan sites that sneak pics in during filming couldn't get close enough to tell.

Unlike two of the other Yuechu figs in this series, this one isn't sculpted to be in motion. He's just standing there holding his lantern, looking beautiful.

You can see his two strands of hair that are sticking up in his signature Dong Fang Yuechu hairstyle.

When I was searching for this costume, I was mostly looking at his hair style first, looking for a plain hairpin like this. He has a lot of very ornate, very stylized hair crowns that are absolutely lovely.

The outer robe of these costumes are all very full and billowy. It's a nice look with the belted inner robes

This really is my favorite fig angle! We get a really beautiful shot of the whole fig.

Here's a good look of the fig with the fig stand. You can see how the bunny lantern hangs much better.

This fig has full modeling on the underside, including pants and boots. It's a little hard to see from this angle.

Much more easily seen here!

Yuechu's signature hairstyle here...

And here. Little tiny bit of paint overspray on the hairpin, but I think it's pretty unavoidable at this level of manufacturing. I think to avoid it, they would have had to have the hair pin as separate pieces that were inserted into holes in the hair bun. Much less hassle this way.

That's all four of them now. They're wonderful. I can't wait for this show!

Material: Resin

Fig Count: 309

Scene Count: 23

Rating: The moon and the stars shine together!

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

[accessible-mobpsycho100]

[ID from other post: Following are five black and white comics pages of characters from Mob Psycho 100, each with an image description below it.

Page 1:

Six panels. First, Mob and Tsubomi in the park, a vending machine and a bench visible among the trees. Mob looks away, cowed, while Tsubomi leans her head over and looks at her fidgeting hand. Mob says, "Yeah. I'm... gonna go."

Closeup on Mob's eyes as he says, "Thank you for waiting for me, despite everything. You had faith in me, even through all that."

Then Tsubomi's face, neutral, looking down.

Then the same view of Mob's eyes but his hair is spikey and his irises are big and dewey. Little sparkles come off of him. He says "Thank you for everything. Just for being there, not for me, but for everyone, for yourself. We're not who we were but I'll always be greatful for you--" "Hold it."

Mob blinks away the sparkles while Tsubomi looks mildly annoyed, low eyebrows, wide, flat mouth. "I'm not leaving for like, two weeks, Mob. You're still gonna see me in the hallways and stuff. No final goodbyes. It'd get weird."

Finally they look goofily away and think, at the same time, "It already is."

Page 2:

Four panels. First, a wide view of the park that Mob and Tsubomi are in. Mob looks away and back, holding the wrist that holds the flower, while Tsubomi hunches and looks sidelong at her fidgeting hand again.

Then a closeup of Tsubomi's fidgeting hand. Off-panel Mob says, "So I guess,"

"See you later." This panel is mirrored from the first page of this whole fancomic, Mob stepping over the same tree.

Tsubomi picks up her bag from under the bench and waves back, expressionless. Again this is a mirror of when she saw him while she was sitting at the bench in the very first panel.

Page 3:

Five panels. First, a view of Tsubomi from above. She is slumped over, arms hanging and head hanging heavily so her hair obscures her face entirely.

Second, the trees around Tsubomi seem to lean forward as Tsubomi approaches a tall, wide tree. Her form is hunched and angular as she says, eyebrows low, eyes wide, mouth open, "God dammit."

Third, a caption box shows the words "TREE KICK: One of Tsubomi's special moves." Tsubomi turns into all angles, hair flying up behind her as she kicks the trunk as hard as she can, effects lines exploding off the blow. "GOD DAMMIT!"

Then Tsubomi tilts her head back and closes her eyes in defeat, slumped into curves. The trees lean away.

Finally Tsubomi reaches the exit of the park and responds "Oh what the hell now" to the rubble and destruction outside. I stole this background from the original mob psycho comic.

Page 4:

Six panels. Every character except Tsubomi is someone I made up for this scene.

First, a boy rushes nervously past a door to a classroom. On the wall a poster says, "Solving Quadratics." Someone off-panel asks "Tsubomi, did you end up talking to Mr. Yubata about openings at your cram school?"

Two girls gawk into the classroom as they walk by. The perspective is warped so the blackboard leans over Tsubomi and so the speaker Kaoru is looking up at her despite being the same height. Kaoru blabbers nervously, "Sorry, I know what you said about the waitlist, but my parents really really want me to go there. I need to get into a good high school. I know I'd be a good fit, and you're a great student, it'd be easy for you to convince him, right? Worst case I could take your spot once you leave, right?"

Three boys look into the classroom as they walk by. One of them, highlighted, looks very hostile.

The board, covered in illegible chalk markings, again menaces over Tsubomi, as does Kaoru. "I really don't know what I'm gonna do if this doesn't work out." Tsubomi pinches the bridge of her nose and says, "Yes, sorry, I forgot. It's, this whole mess, with the rejections…"

The perspective flattens so it's just a face-on view of Kaoru in front of the board. "JANUARY 27," "PROJECT 4 - CRAB," and "POSITIVITY" are visible on the board and an adjacent poster. Kaoru's expression is mild, but ambiguous as to her disbelief or scorn: "Oh. Is it… really that bad?"

Finally Tsubomi, smiling easily, tucks her hair behind her ear and says, "No, you're right, not really. I'll talk to Mr. Yubata for you. Have a good day, Kaoru!" Kaoru, off-panel, says, "O-oh! Um, thank you!" The doorframe and grid of posters on the wall behind Tsubomi, all scribbled, lean over her.

Page 5:

Six panels. First, a little panel where Kaoru exits the room. Her comment "I really really owe you" is cut off by the doorframe.

Second, Tsubomi stands in the classroom. Two students are still sitting near the door but otherwise it's empty. The black, empty board behind her is enormous, and the image turns abstract and disappears on its right side.

Then Mob starts to walk by the door, not yet noticing that Tsubomi is in the room. But Tsubomi notices him.

She turns away so the reader can't see her face. The scene around her is abstract, just a black rectangle in perspective. She thinks, "He's gonna stare at me again…" Off-panel, though, Mob says, "Hi Tsubomi."

Then the panel borders are the doorframe. Mob has a hand up and is looking at her, but he isn't stopping. He wants nothing from her. He is just saying hi. Behind him through the window is the school courtyard, where a black vine has climbed gently over the brick wall on the opposite side. The perspective makes it look like it's coming off the top of Mob's head.

Then Tsubomi leans out the door to watch Mob walking away, frank and surprised. She gets out "…hi."

End ID]

The Same People (3/5)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Drive folder with all pages + PDF

In which Tsubomi perfectly executes a special move, among all the other things that are happening.

Personal notes under the cut. This takes a lot of words to describe so I made a separate post with the comic and the full ID here.

i dont have nearly the artistic experience or training that some of the other mob psycho fancomickers have so this is taking me 4ever. but im proud of it!

needs be mentioned that at about the time tsubomi is kicking a tree mob is doing this:

[ID: two panels from the mob psycho comic. mob tears up, then starts crying hard, tears streaming down his face. end id]

id like to think this reaction still make sense in context of this here comic im making but u tell me

this part went from 4 to 5 pages as i was penciling it and as ive been thinking thru part 4 its gone up to 6 pages, so, i mean, its probably not gonna be out until late may if were keeping it a bean. i hope you like it anyway! and i hope you like this!!

[fancyfade]

Okay, a lonely place of dying thoughts. This will be long

So, I just finished re-reading a lonely place of dying. before I get to far into it: This is specifically to analyze the way the character and information is presented to the reader. It’s not to say “so and so is a bad character” or “this is a bad plotline”.

Starting off: they were definitely playing it super safe for the comic reader when they introduced Tim. It feels as if he is introduced literally as an audience avatar. For a large portion of the time before we meet him, we literally are seeing through his eyes -- the panel is positioned so that we would be at his head height, looking at whatever he’s looking at. we never see him except for his hands (so the audience can presumably imagine themselves in his shoes).

this isn’t the way they usually frame unknown characters or characters whose identity is obscured to create an air of mystery -- and there’s an excellent comparison in this same plotline, because there is a character with their identity obscured, who was framed a different way

[image: first two panels are of two face, who is wearing a trench coat and a fedora that casts a shadodw and obscures his face so we cannot tell who he is. His face is completely in shadow. he is talking to someone behind him. he says "Tomorrow. The zwei brothers warehouse. Two am. Now go back to your wife. the fat lady's about to sing." in the next panel, we see him from behind. the back of his head is entirely in shadow to avoid giving us any hints as to who he is. the man he's talking to, Gerry sky, says "whatever it is -- later." two face says "now. 'payroll activation'" and gerry says "okay, okay -- now."

next there's a panel with the dialogue whited out. We still see two face, wearing gloves and having nearly all of his skin (except for his face, which is always in shadow) covered. First we look at him from above and he is small against a dark room with a bookshelf in the background. Then there's a closeup of only his gloved hand as he turns off the radio. We see him from behind (thighs up) as he stands in front of a window, then another shot of his gloved hand trying to touch the radio. and both his hands clench in fists. He hits the radio, breaking it (his body is still off screen except for his arm and hand) and then at his feet we see the broken radio. end image]

end image/begin commentary - Framing of two face on panel

Notice: The presumed “camera angle” is dynamic around Two face. We see him from multiple angles -- from both in front and behind. When we are looking at the same thing he's looking at, we are positioned behind him, like we're looking over his shoulder. the close ups on his hand are not positioned as if he's looking at his own hand and we are in his head pay special attention to the panel he's adjusting the radio on and the fourth panel of the page -- we're looking from the side of him or from behind him and under his elbow there.

Two face is our mysterious bad guy. This is how they visually frame a character they want an air of mystery around.

compare that to the framing around tim

[image: first, we are looking through a camera that is continuously taking pictures of Batman as he stumbles down a slide, walks shakily to his batmobile, and takes off. then the camera is lowered (we see the hand that is lowering the camera in the view, it is below us as if we were looking through this person's eyes) and put inside a duffle bag. after that, we see something in the conrer of the screen -- an arm wearing a jacket?) and puddles of blood, then a bike tire -- but not the rest of the bike, which is off panel -- cutting through the puddles of blood. next pages shows a bunch of internal monologue that has been blockedo ut. a series of batman and robin pictures from the newspapers and a picture of batman swinging on a line in a scrap book. (in the first panel, batman and robin looking victorious in pictures, the second panel some headlines: “batman attacks mom” and “batman on the rampage” and “batman collars dope ring”. the third a picture of reporters interviewing gordon captioned with “batman batters bandits”. we can see the hand grabbing this picture as if we were holding it.

then we appear to be behind whoever is on the page, looking at his elbow, as he opens up a drawer, then we're back "inside" his head again as he holds up a photo with the graysons (john, dick, mary) and the drakes (tim and his parents). 3 year old tim is sitting on 12 year old dick's leg. end image]

end image/begin commentary - Framing of  Tim in Panel

okay sorry forgive me but this is fucking fascinating in my opinion. Notice that for two face, most of the close ups on his hands were specifically away from his point of view -- we weren’t positioned where his eyes were, but looking from the outside in.

For tim, we’re almost always looking through his eyes, contrasting to two face

and for tim, even when we were not looking through his eyes, in the very first page, he wasn’t even on panel -- we knew nothing about him, we just saw the edge of his bike. the second page we saw a bit of his arm but we never zoom out far enough to see his whole body and definitely not his face -- even if it would be obscured by shadow.

The first read through, I assumed they were going for an air of mystery, but the contrast between how they handle two face and tim to me makes it clear that they weren’t -- it might have been an unintended side effect, or a bonus effect, but it wasn’t the main purpose. The audience is literally viewing most of the panels Tim is in through Tim’s eyes. He is almost literally an audience avatar.

My general hypothesis here (which I think I am supplying proof of) is that Tim is intended to be an avatar in universe for the “average comic reader" (with some assumptions made by the writer about the average comic reader re: race, age,  gender, socioeconomic class)

For more support of this, let’s see how Tim talks about batman and robin --

[image: 3 comic panels from batman 440 featuring newspaper clippings (in the first panel, batman and robin looking victorious in pictures, the second panel some headlines: “batman attacks mom” and “batman on the rampage” and “batman collars dope ring”. the third a picture of reporters interviewing gordon captioned with “batman batters bandits”. there is internal monologue from (the framing of the scene implies tim drake, but at this point he is unknown to the audience) reading “He seemed happier with dick. Now, I guess it’s like he just doesn’t care. But I want him to care again. I want him to be the batman I remember.” then, we have panels from the new titans 61 dick, as nightwing, is reaching in to talk to tim. he grabs tim's arm. dick says, “I don't believe this. that man raised me. I've gone through hell with him and because of him. Don't lecture me about him until you've cared for him and loved him as long as I have”. dick puts his helmet on and drives off on his bike. before leaving, he says "when jason died, he took robin with him." Tim cries and calls after him: "I... I was only thinking of the team... of what Batman and Robin meant! You can't let a legend die like that, Dick..." end image]

end image/begin comment - Tim’s perception of Batman & Robin

Notice in the first panels (with the newspaper clippings) that Tim is reminiscent, he specifically talks about ‘teh batman and robin’ that he remembers. The narrative puts more significance for tim on the fact that batman is not happy and he is not the batman tim remembers, rather than the fact that batman is beating people nearly to death (tim notices this, and it seems to be a “because batman is so clearly sad” thing -- which this is not I believe intended to be a commentary on tim’s priorities, since the general narrative seems to be using bruce’s ultra-violence as a sign he’s angsty).

Then, compare dick’s reaction to bruce with Tim’s.

Dick’s connection to Bruce is extremely personal. Bruce, Batman, whatever, is his dad and raised him and, like he said, put him through hell sometimes. His connection to Jason’s death is similarly personal.

Tim’s connection to Batman and Robin is extremely abstract and idealized. He is thinking of them as, say, a comics reader might think of them. As a crimefighting team who are not together anymore, and this is bad.

this is just bulletpoint 2 in “tim is supposed to represent the audience”, not intending to be a condemnation of tim.

Thirdly

[image: first, a comic panel from Batman 440 showing a close up of Tim’s hand as he reads a paper and him thinking ‘No! the haly circus is closing?’ then, a series of comic panels from the new titans # 60. first, we see mr haly (off screen) and his cigar (on screen) as haly gestures at a photo of the flying grayson's on the wall. then he says "Yeah. Cost us a fortune and brought down our selling price. You know, sometimes I sit here and just remember the good old days. We were barely breaking even back then, too -- but man, were we having fun. then, we see dick grayson wearing jeans and a red shirt, walking through the circus ground. first, he looks kind of dejected and his hands are in his pockets. the narration box reads "he leaves, trying to reconcile the past and the present. Kids grow up and change. but why should everything do the same? The animal cages stink with waste. Was it always this way? At times like now, he wishes for never-never land." then, dick turns as he hears something and says "Hunh? That scream?" end image]

end image/begin comment - Nostalgia as a Theme

Nostalgia is an EXTREMELY strong theme in this comic. Batman is different, he’s not like he used to be. Haley’s circus is different and at risk, but Dick goes back and meets the performers he used to know -- some are still the same, some are in a more rough situation (alcoholic clown). Someone’s trying to kill his friends in the circus, it’s not really a place of childhood innocence for Dick.  Dick explicitly wishes to be in never-never land (the imaginary far off place where you never grow up)

How things should be -- both in Tim’s mind and Dick’s mind, Haly’s mind  -- is the idealistic past, but we clearly can’t go back to it -- Dick says that the first thing Bruce taught him was how to grow up.

Next bulletpoint:

[image: first are some comic panels showing Tim Drake talking to Dick Grayson and Alfred Pennyworth in wayne manor. Tim says “You know, since I was able to read, I clipped every article I could about Batman and Robin. Heck, I used to fantasize about what it would be like to be robin. I study hard. I get mostly A’s. I work out. I’m no circus acrobat, but I’m pretty good, I guess. But mostly, I read aobut you two. You’ve both been so important to me in so many ways. And when I see that without Robin Batman is going off hte deep end, I know there’s serious trouble.” next, we see Dick stepping forward and talking to Tim. he says "But you haven't told me anything I don't already know. I want the rest of it. All of it." end image]

end image/ begin commentary - textually a fanboy

Textually, Tim is presented as a Batman and Robin fanboy -- that’s how he found Batman’s secret identity (link)

He studies Batman and Robin from afar. He reads about them. Kind of like a comics reader would. he wants to be Robin. Again, superhero comics have some wish fulfillment element and definitely wanting to imagine yourself in a character’s shoes is an appeal for many fans. Tim wanted to imagine himself in robin’s shoes and fantasized about being him -- there’s kind of two layers here, one is the presumed audience member reading tim, wanting to imagine themselves in his shoes as he interacts with his heroes, the other is tim, who wanted to imagine himself in dick’s shoes.

re: the second posted image in this set: Tim hasn’t told dick anything that dick doesn’t know, because tim doesn’t know anything dick doesn’t know -- he is the comic reader here. That’s also why he’s so up-to-date on all of the other comic character’s stuff -- we see him list off all of the teen titans, he talks about jason’s death casually, he knows that alfred is batman’s confident -- he pretty much has all of the information that a reader of DC comics would have if they just got beamed into the DC universe at this point.

[image: first, two panels, one showing tim smiling and thinking "Wow! And I thought Harry did it. Man, Dick is good". tehn we see dick holding some photos and talking ot tim, who is at his bike. dick says "These pictures, two face is back in town, isn't he?" Tim says "You can tell, just from them? Wow! You're even better than I thought." the next scene is in the batcave. Dick is nightwing and is about to leave on his motor cycle, alfred and tim are behind him. tim says "no, not nightwing, Dick. don't you understand -- Batman needs Robin!" he turns to look at alfred and says "Doesn't anyone understand?" Alfred says "Perhaps, young man. Perhaps master Dick understands profoundly -- perhaps that is why he brought you here." tim looks surprised. end image]

end image/begin commentary: The old robin’s approval

another very important thing here: DC plays it as safe as possible with tim’s introduction, trying to make the audience like him, and one is definitely establishing that Tim both looks up to dick and thinks he’s cool (first two panels) and that he has dick’s presumed approval/blessing to be robin (last three panels). it’s also important to note that while tim is portrayed as competent, he never shows up Batman and Nightwing -- he rescues them because two-face lured them into an expert trap, but he doesn’t outdo either of them on fighting or detective work. this has an in universe explanation -- he is 13 years old, just starting out -- and an out of universe explanation -- if he’s not showing up anyone’s favorite character, he is presumably more palatable and less threatening for the presumed reader.

that’s what i mean when I say taht DC played their intro of tim very safe -- he falls in with the established characters, already likes them, is practically already a fan of them with full fanboy connotations. The idealized past is presented as something as desirable, both to the reader and to the characters themselves, and there is a strong current of nostalgia and returning things to how they “should” be with Batman having a robin. Tim voices what many readers may feel: That batman lost his way, that he needs Robin, and he gets to act out those feelings in the comic. the text acknowledges that they can’t just force dick back into it, that people have to grow up, and dick passes the mantle to tim.

overall I think that tim’s employment here was effective, but I look forward to seeing more when he’s allowed to be himself rather than an audience avatar. I understand lots of people like audience avatars and he was wildly popular presumably for those reasons, but I personally found the plotline lackluster at points.

[sariahsue]

A Cat of Their Own - Ch 1

Sabine checked her phone again in anxiety. There hadn't been an akuma attack in the last two days, which meant that one would begin any second. She'd been telling herself that every few minutes since breakfast. Tom was playing video games with Marinette, hunched forward over his controller. He was supposed to be getting information out of her, but it didn't look like he was trying too hard. Sabine watched them while she stirred the soup. Steam rose off the surface in faint curls and twists.

The phone screen lit up, and she grabbed it. An emergency alert. An akuma had been spotted. Civilians were advised to shelter in place until Ladybug and Cat Noir had dealt with the problem.

It was the same message that she'd read dozens of times (and ignored more often than that), but now it made her mind numb with fear. But she had to go through with their plan.

"Oh, there's another akuma attack." Her voice sounded hollow and forced. To her dismay, Marinette immediately paused her game and turned around, eyebrows pinched with concern.

"Where is it?"

"Parc Montsouris," Sabine said. "I just got the text."

Marinette looked out the window, her face steely, game controller forgotten next to her. Tom and Sabine shared a worried glance.

"Dinner won't be ready for another half hour," Sabine said, then took a deep breath to keep her voice from shaking. This was the most important stage of the plan. "Did you finish all your homework?" Please. Please, say yes. 

"Oh, uh, now that you mention it, I do remember that I forgot to do something." Marinette waved goodbye quickly, then bolted up her stairs, letting the trapdoor thump loudly behind her. Sabine came to sit next to Tom, soup completely abandoned.

"It's looking likely," he said. Sabine could only nod. Her fingers were cold, and she flexed them to try to bring life back to them, but it didn't help. Her whole body felt numb, and she wondered if she would actually go into shock.

Tom reached for the remote and switched to the news. Cat Noir flitted across the screen, fighting a giant frog monster by himself. He jumped off window ledges and rolled across the empty street to avoid a steady stream of some type of red projectile.

The camera was far away, and the angle was bad so it was difficult to tell, but he looked like a teenager himself. He was thin and lanky, like he was in the middle of a growth spurt.

"We could still be wrong," Tom said.

Nod.

Ladybug swung into view amid scattered applause. Cat Noir dodged a jet of steaming red goo that shot out of the akuma's wide mouth and shouted hello to his partner. She waved back, her cheerfulness jarring against the backdrop of the fight and Sabine's own dread.

"Do you want me to check?" Tom asked.

She couldn't even nod. The screen had her transfixed. She barely registered the shift of the sofa and the creak of the floorboards under his footsteps.

Tom reached the top of the stairs. "Marinette?" No answer. He knocked on the trapdoor, and it sounded hollow. "Marinette?"

Sabine closed her eyes as the trapdoor creaked open and Tom's footsteps disappeared into their daughter's room.

Faint screams and gasps from the television filled the room while Sabine sat and waited, holding her breath. She didn't even hear Tom come back down.

"She's not there," he said, sitting down next to her and grabbing her hand. "And the skylight's propped open."

She squeezed back tightly. "That basically confirms it," Sabine finally said. "Our daughter is Ladybug."

Tom sighed. "Yeah."

On the screen, reporters were running for shelter, hiding behind cars and in recessed doorways, Cat Noir was yelling at civilians to stay out of the way, and bright red puddles sizzled on the cracked pavement.

"What are we going to do?" Sabine asked. "How did this even happen?"

The questions she wanted to ask were why Marinette had never told them, and how could they have not noticed for so long? How was Sabine supposed to keep her own child safe?

The camera shook as the crew set up again, much farther away, but Sabine wished they could do one closeup shot of Ladybug's face. Maybe they'd made a mistake. One good look at her face, and Sabine would be able to prove herself wrong about the superheroine's identity.

The battle had looked fine up close, but from a distance it didn't look like it was going well. The super duo was on the defensive and having a hard time avoiding the frog's goo. The akuma had covered most of the available surfaces already, so they had fewer and fewer places to safely land. Ladybug hung from a lamppost. Cat Noir was just above her, perched on top of the light her yoyo was connected to.

The cameraman crept closer and closer, finally stopping when he was a mere twenty feet from the fight, and Ladybug yelled at him. Sabine squinted at the television, but the image changed too fast, focusing instead on the monster. It was a little smaller than a car. Its muscles rippled as it stalked toward the two heroes.

"We should turn this off," Tom said, though he made no move for the remote. "She's going to be fine."

"No, I need to watch."

They flinched and gasped for the next few minutes, and Sabine shrieked when Ladybug slipped and got hit in the chest. It knocked her to the ground, but she sprung back up before Cat Noir could reach her, even though he ran at top speed, ignoring the spray aimed for him and almost getting hit himself.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Fine just... Ugh! Gross!"

"You could say you're in a sticky situation," Cat Noir said, before laughing loudly at his own joke and his partner's predicament. Sabine's heart was still pounding as she clamped down on Tom's hand.

Ladybug's face tightened with the effort of holding in her laughter, then scooped a bunch of the stuff off her stomach and reached to touch him. Thick strands of it hung off her fingers.

"Oh no, not slime!" Cat Noir jumped back, dodging both Ladybug and the akuma, who shot another mouthful at them. "Slime! Whatever will I do?"

Tom pulled Sabine closer. "Well, it doesn't look like a very dangerous one."

She was sure he was trying to reassure himself as much as her, but she wasn't having any of it. "They should be taking this threat seriously," she said. "If they're overconfident..." She couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence, so it hung in the room along with her dread.

Sabine was unfortunately right to worry. The frog reared back on its hind legs and came down on the street so hard it cracked the pavement, letting out a wide stream of the goo. Ladybug, still distracted with teasing her partner, didn't react fast enough. Cat Noir did, and he jumped forward fast enough to shield her, though he got a faceful of slime. He spat it out on the ground while Sabine and Tom leaned forward in their seats, desperate to know if he was all right.

Ladybug just patted him on the back and laughed while he wiped his face with both hands.

"See?" Tom said. "See? He's fine. They're both fine."

"That thing can break pavement. What if it had landed on them?"

But the atmosphere changed as their daughter laughed with her friend. They seemed so earnest in their amusement and maybe even relaxed. The voices of the onlookers and reporters changed in response, becoming less strained. A few people laughed along with them.

The news report itself even changed. Cat Noir tried smearing the goo on a camera as a warning when it got too close, smiling the whole time, while Ladybug rolled her eyes at his antics.

Her parents watched their exchange in interest. Despite the levity they were injecting into the fight, Cat Noir was obviously still very protective of their daughter, which they were both grateful for. He pushed her out of the way of another jet of slime when she was distracted by her own Lucky Charm, and he didn't hesitate to continue fighting without her while she took a few minutes to set up a trap for the monster. They didn't miss the adoration on his face as he watched her.

Ladybug – Marinette – was protective of her partner too. When the monster got too close to him, she would yell out a warning. When it landed on top of him with another sickening crack, she dropped the trap she was crafting and leapt forward to wrench the monster off of him. To anyone else, Ladybug still looked calm and in control, but to her parents, they saw the panic that briefly flashed across her face when she realized her partner might be hurt.

That delay made the fight take a little longer than it might otherwise have been. At the end, Ladybug dashed off, hand over an earring. Cat Noir waved at her as she left, a hesitant smile on his face, then turned and comforted the frog victim, who was now nothing more than a disheveled and confused-looking man in his fifties.

"She'll be coming home soon," Tom said. "Should we go up there and wait for her?"

"Not yet," Sabine said.

The reporters were trying to get close again, no doubt to interview Cat Noir and the latest victim. The poor man looked shaken, and Cat Noir did his best to shield him from the reporters, finally picking him up and carrying him away.

"We need to talk to her about this," Tom said.

They fought against impossible odds with laughter, though they were both just children. And Cat Noir cared about their daughter so much, that was plain. How deep did that go?

"We need to talk to him too," she said.

Read Chapter Two

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Author’s note: This is a reblogging of an old thing that I originally posted two years ago. I’ve altered it slightly. (Content-wise, nothing is different.) If you’re curious, the original can be found here.

Chapter two is almost completely done, and I think chapter three is in okay shape, so hopefully those updates will both be next week. 

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Fromis_9 Saerom x Male Reader

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It’s not every day that a model walked into your studio who by every definition of the word, was perfect.

Dozens of gorgeous women came by each and every week, each one more beautiful than the last and you couldn’t ask for a better job.

The elevator doors opened and the woman scheduled for your afternoon appointment stepped inside your studio on the ninth floor, and you had never seen such an attractive woman with such stunning features.

Calling her gorgeous would almost be an insult. Words could not and would not do her beauty justice, or would be enough to describe how attractive she was.

She had dark shoulder-length hair and walked with confidence in an elegant looking black and grey dress and her sexy aura filled the studio.

“Hello, I’m Saerom!” she shyly introduced herself, a small smile on her rosy red lips and you melted just by hearing her voice.

“Nice to meet you, Saerom,” you replied.

“Please take care of me,” she said and bowed politely. Her hair and makeup styled perfectly, nothing looked out of place and the smile on her face only made her look even more beautiful.

“Shall we get started, Miss Saerom?”

Saerom nodded and you directed her to the set as you still had a few things to set up beforehand. She stood against the white backdrop, eyes roaming the bright lights and other equipment spewed everywhere, tripods and lights all ensuring that each model looked as best as you could make them look.

You readied your camera and glanced at Saerom, realizing how busty she was and what a curvy deadly body her dress showed off.

“Ready when you are,” you said as you removed your lens cap, giving one final check to all your equipment hoping to somehow do justice to the actual goddess standing in front of you.

Saerom flashed her best smile as you pressed the camera shutter and took the first shot of the shoot, capturing her beauty as best as possible. Her side profile was perfect, her features flawless in a way that they had been sculpted by the gods. Her striking jawline, her cute nose, her perfectly formed lips. The ideal woman put together as if to say it won’t get better than this.

Your finger moved faster than a cheetah hunting a prey, taking hundreds of shots per minute as Saerom displayed a variety of poses and facial expressions, each one perfect in their own way.

“How am I doing?” she asked.

“You’re doing amazing. The camera loves you.”

Truer words had never come out of your mouth. Saerom behind a camera was a natural fit, her smile beaming with confidence, every pose and angle flawless as she was. After all, when you’re being paid to be beautiful for a living you’ve really made it.

“Make sure to capture my best side.”

“You don’t have a bad side,” you responded. Saerom blushed cutely.

Two hours flew by, Saerom’s experience playing a huge part and even with makeup touch-ups and additional wardrobe changes there was time to spare.

“That should be a wrap. Thank you for your hard work, Miss Saerom” you said. You never wanted to stop taking pictures of her and definitely took more than necessary, but more was always better than less.

“Can I see some?” Saerom eagerly asked.

“It’ll take some time to get them all transferred and processed if you don't mind waiting,” you said as you removed the card from your camera and slipped it inside your laptop on the nearby table.

“Not at all! I’ll wait over here,” she said as she took a seat on the nearby black leather couch.

You had taken literally thousands of pictures and it would take some time to add them all, much less edit them. Sorting quickly through a handful of different outfits and looks you picked the best ones, doing a quick edit on them before transferring them over to the large monitor next to your laptop.

You gestured for Saerom to come over and she scurried over right away. Her eyes grew wide as she looked through the handpicked batch of pictures, proud of the hard work both of you had put in and the satisfying results.

“You’re an amazing photographer,” she shyly said.

“An artist is only as good as their art,” you replied, almost regretting spewing out such a cheesy line but earning another smile out of Saerom.

“We still have some time left don’t we?” she asked. Most of your appointments were scheduled in three-hour blocks, allowing plenty of time for preparations and in case something went wrong. And something almost always went wrong.

“You are correct, Miss Saerom.”

“Perfect. Can you shoot some more of me then?”

“I’d love to.”

Saerom returned to the set, the look on her face uncertain as you went to set up your camera again.

“I don’t have any more outfits to wear,” she said, unsure of herself.

“There’s a closet in the corner with spare outfits, I don’t know your size but they should fit.”

Saerom hesitated for a moment. “That won’t be necessary.”

In a moment’s notice, Saerom acted on impulse and shedded her dress, baring her immaculate body and the incredibly sexy pair of matching lace black lingerie underneath. You weren’t expecting this moment of spontaneity and your jaw dropped.

“What?” she smirked. “You’ve shot women in lingerie before haven’t you?”

“Y-yes, but-”

“Then you won’t mind me getting more comfortable will you?”

“N-not at all-”

“Good.”

Saerom continued with a playful smile and kicked her heels off to the side, leaving her standing in the middle of the set barefoot in her underwear, the insane curves of her tight body front and center for your viewing pleasure.

Her full breasts were barely covered, showing abundant cleavage and the flimsy piece of lace did little to contain them, showing off the size of her perfect chest as if they wanted to escape from their prison. Her gorgeous legs led up to soft creamy thighs, and Saerom’s toned abs looked as delicious as the rest of her body, clearly the result of hours of work at the gym.

"Incredible," you said in awe.

"Like what you see?" Saerom asked with a cute giggle. You found yourself speechless.

"I've always wanted to be an underwear model. My company would never let me though, they love protecting my image," Saerom said sarcastically as her eyes rolled.

"You certainly have the perfect body for it."

"Thank you," Saerom said as her cheeks reddened. "I work very hard for it."

"It shows."

Saerom switched from shy and cute to sexy instantaneously as she flipped her hair seductively, running her hands through it as she lifted her arms over her head. Your camera shutter went crazy as you started shooting your newly undressed model, not wanting to waste a second.

"How do I look?" she asked as she bit her lip.

"You're very sexy, Saerom."

"Am I? How about some closeup shots then?"

Without even responding you practically ripped your heavy camera from its tripod as you detached it, closing the distance between you Saerom, taking a deep breath as you approached.

“Think of these as exclusive shots. Just for us,” Saerom said, showing off to the camera.

While the previous shoot was rather professional, Saerom was rather quiet for the majority of it, focusing on her poses and angles. Now that she was opening up in more ways than one you wanted to get to know her.

“Tell me something about yourself, Saerom.”

“What would you like to know?” she asked, pouting her lips at the camera.

“Something...interesting.”

“Interesting?” she pondered. “I share a place with eight other girls.”

“Eight? That’s insane. I can’t imagine how long the line for the bathroom is.”

“You get used to it, it becomes fun most of the time. Having time on my own like this is actually kind of weird for me now.”

“I’m exhausted just thinking about it.”

Saerom laughed and you could tell she was becoming more comfortable around you,

“It was difficult at first but I think I would be bored living by myself now,” Saerom said as she spun around on her heels and placed her hands on her hips, bending over enough to give a good look at her plump round ass as her eyes kept contact with your camera, trying to keep your pants from tightening.

“Fuck, you have a really nice ass, Saerom,” you blurted out even without thinking. She didn’t seem to mind.

“Thanks. It’s my favorite part of me,” she proudly said.

You couldn’t stop staring at Saerom’s heavenly sculpted backside, wondering how soft those cheeks felt, but you quickly tried chasing those thoughts away as you didn’t want a bulge forming in your pants in front of her.

“You’re one of the best models I’ve had the pleasure to work with,” you said, distracting yourself.

“Really? You’re just saying that to make me feel good.”

“I’m not. Most models that show up don’t give me any trouble, occasionally you’ll get a spoiled diva that shows up late and clearly doesn’t want to be here and it ruins the atmosphere of the whole shoot.”

You made sure to get closeup shots of every part of Saerom’s body, taking extra care in framing her ass perfectly before walking to the front of her sexy body and taking several shots of her wonderful breasts.

“But you walked in and this whole place lit up.”

“That’s sweet.”

“It’s the truth.”

Saerom paused. “What do you think?” Saerom asked, cupping her breasts. You felt your heart racing.

“They’re perfect.”

“How about a closer view then?” she asked. You zoomed in and aimed at her chest, but Saerom shyly smiled and aimed your camera down.

“That’s not what I meant.”

Before you could put any thought into her words Saerom reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, divesting it from her body as she exposed her sizable pale breasts, bouncing as they were freed.  

“Holy shit, Saerom.”

“How about you put that camera down and we have a little fun?”

Without having a chance to respond you got rid of your camera as Saerom’s topless body walked towards you, your eyes immediately drawn to her full round breasts and salivating over them.

“Do any of your models ever let you touch them?”

“I try to keep things professional.”

“That’s boring,” Saerom said with a seductive smirk as she grabbed your hands and guided them to her breasts, helping you squeeze them. You moaned at their softness and how they fit in your hands, the weight of her breasts, and how perfectly shaped they were made you lose your mind.

“You’re so perfect,” you said as you squeezed and groped Saerom’s tits, squeezing two perfect handfuls as her pretty pink nipples hardened against your palms as she looked into your eyes. The fabric of your pants constricted and there was no stopping it this time.

“You can touch all you want. Taste me.”

“I will,” you said hungrily as you crashed your lips against hers and wrapped your hands around her bare waist, The taste of Saerom’s cherry lips entered your mouth. You pulled her in tighter as she returned your advances, tongues dancing together as the scent of her perfume lingered in the air. You wanted Saerom, bad. You wanted to rip her panties off and fuck her against your set, forcing to pace yourself and keep yourself under control.

You broke the kiss and exchanged lustful stares, not wasting a second as you dove into her breasts, licking stripes up and down her cleavage, and brought your mouth to her tits and teased her sensitive nipples. Saerom moaned as you flicked delicate circles around each one before sucking tenderly, earning gasps and whiny moans.

Schedules be damned, you took your time with each of her breasts, giving each equal attention and not leaving your hands from her flesh, not moving on until her hard nipples were covered in your saliva.

“Mmm, fuck,” Saerom moaned, caressing your hair as you devoured and buried yourself in her tits. Playful licking turned into loud slurping, and when that wasn’t enough you nibbled on each of her swollen pink nubs, grazing on her stiff nipples in between your teeth gently as her moans grew louder and whinier.

With all of your attention on Saerom’s tits, you sucked and sucked with no intention of stopping until your lips were numb, looking up every so often to see the pleasure running through Saerom.

Meanwhile, with your mouth full of Saerom’s breasts you felt a hand move down to your crotch and squeezed as she felt you up through your pants which became painfully tight.

“I must be turning you on,” she giggled.

“You are, you really are. Fuck, you’re so hot, Saerom,” you growled.

“I could say the same to you,” she said. “I got you all worked up, didn’t I? It’s only fair I do something about it.”

Saerom stopped you in your tracks and led you over to the couch, playfully pushing you against it as you fell down and took a seat. Slowly lowering to her knees she rubbed up and down your thighs, biting her lip, watching as you removed your shirt in preparation.

“How many women have you fucked on this couch?”

“Not enough,” you smirked.

“Time to add one more to your tally then.”

With a sly grin on her pretty face, Saerom unzipped your pants, quickly yanking them with your boxers down to your ankles with your assistance. Your cock sprang free, throbbing in the cold air and Saerom’s eyes went wide at the sight of it.

Saerom licked her lips, feeling an insatiable desire and hunger deep inside her at the sight of your unleashed manhood. As she admired your rock hard shaft, finding herself unable to draw her eyes away as her long slender fingers wrapped tightly around your hard cock, applying firm pressure and began stroking you up and down, feeling every inch.

“You have a very nice cock,” Saerom said, lips curling wide as she pumped you slowly and drizzled her fingers with your leaking pre-cum. She kissed the very tip of your cock, making your whole body jerk as her soft lips explored your cock and traveled down your base.

Every kiss on your shaft was loaded with hunger, and once Saerom reached the end of your cock she flattened her tongue against your base while you watched her every move. You moaned as her wet warm tongue moved slowly up and down your shaft, giving delicate strokes until she found your sensitive tip and swirled around your swollen head, lapping up every leaking drop.

“Yummy,” she said, spitting on your cock several times and spreading it all over your shaft, jerking you off and keeping eye contact.

Saerom kissed your tip one more time before she parted her plump red lips with your cock, taking the first few inches of you into her warm wet mouth.

“Oh f-fuuck,” you moaned loudly as Saerom hollowed her cheeks and sealed her lips tight around your cock. Saerom sucked you off slowly and tenderly while her sexy gaze was glued to you, full lips sliding up and down your shaft.

With constant eye contact Saerom built up your pleasure, taking her time with sucking your cock, enjoying it just as much as she moaned around your shaft.

“Fuck, Saerom," you moaned and threw your head back."That feels fucking good."

She smiled with your cock in her mouth, the bright studio lights letting you see her face perfectly as she began to bob her head up and down, her tongue playing with the underside of your shaft.

Saerom upped her pace as she swallowed more of your cock inside her warm mouth, the redness of her lips fading as her dark lipstick began smearing on your shaft, combined with streaks of her spit.

Her pretty hands did not stay idle, using one to stroke up and down your thigh, digging her nails in as the other cupped and fondled your balls.

“So heavy and full," she said as her nose nudged against your cock and planted messy wet kisses on your balls."I'll make sure they’re empty when I'm done with you."

Saerom continued to pleasure your balls while jerking off your needy cock, licking wide stripes, and glazing your sack with drool. She sucked on each one tenderly, giving your balls equal attention and hungrily slurping on them individually as you moaned louder, letting your satisfaction be known.

Using both her lips and tongue all over your balls, Saerom blew hot air against each of them before bringing your cock back into her mouth. Those deadly eyes glued to your own as she sucked slowly from tip to base, swallowing up every last inch as you hit the back of her throat without any real effort.

“Oh god, Saerom…”

The satisfaction in her eyes was obvious as she took you down her mouth with ease, her throat tightening around you as she relaxed her muscles, not even letting out a single gag.

Her soft wet lips felt so good wrapped around your cock, and you instinctively grabbed the back of her head, guiding her movements as she bobbed faster, lips kissing your base with each stroke.

It wasn’t long before you encouraged an even quicker pace, Saerom hungrily slurping down every inch that impaled her throat, desperately trying not to go wild and fuck her throat as much as you wanted to.

Saerom kept your wet shaft deep down her throat, working her muscles and keeping her lips sealed around every inch as she played with your balls, drooling all over your cock.

"Fuck, Saerom. You're so damn good at that."

"I've had a lot of practice."

Saerom hummed and gave your cock one more slow satisfying slurp from base to tip, releasing it with a loud messy pop as she furiously jerked off your messy wet shaft.

Not even bothering to wipe off leftover spit and lipstick on her face, Saerom's lust-filled gaze focused on you as she made you wait in anticipation.

Keeping your cock in her small delicate hands, Saerom carefully made a show of

sliding her panties down her toned legs, tossing them onto your set.

"A little present from me. Keep them."

With barely any time to react, you stole a glance at Saerom's beautiful bare pussy as she straddled you, the warmth of her naked body radiating around you as her comforting thighs rested against your own.

Saerom really was like no other woman, as cliché as it sounded. You could see it in her eyes that she wanted your cock, not just for her own satisfaction but for yours, aching to share in mutual pleasure.

The way she held your cock in her hand, aiming it between her spread thighs and between the pink wet flesh of her pussy, slowly rubbing it against her folds was agonizing, deliberately teasing both of you with a sly expression on her face.

You understood what she was doing as Saerom continued to run your cock through the wet warmth of her hole, but that didn’t make it any less easy to hold out, each sensation running through your body making it harder to maintain an ounce of composure.

“Saerom…”

She didn’t say a word as she collected her slick on your shaft, mixing it with leftover saliva, coating your cock in her fluids. Saerom thankfully shared your impatience and knew when enough was enough.

“I’m so wet,” Saerom bluntly said, the first set of words that left her lips in several minutes.

In what felt like the longest few seconds of your life Saerom lifted her wide hips up in the air, aiming herself carefully, and sank down on the first few inches of your cock.

Saerom gasped loudly and you shared an equally loud groan at the feeling of penetrating her body, the intense sensation of entering her pussy for the first time was unlike anything else. There was a lot to take in. Saerom’s wetness surrounded your cock as expected, followed by extreme warmth and tightness that overwhelmed you.

Gently moving her body up and down Saerom took it easy at first, letting her wet walls be parted with more of your hard cock, clinging tightly around your shaft that gradually disappeared in between her thighs.

“How do I feel?” Saerom asked as she wrapped her hands around the back of your neck, using her hips and sliding up and down your cock, coating more of your shaft in her juices.

“So fucking tight.”

She beamed at your response, sinking deeper and deeper until she almost bottomed herself out and stopped just above the base of your shaft.

“You feel really good inside me.”

Her eyes closed and her head whipped back as you both moaned together and felt her tight walls squeezing you tightly, letting herself get used to the rock hard flesh fully entering her body.

“I need every inch inside me,” Saerom pleaded, not that you were in a position to stop her, letting her control every movement. You watched between her beautiful thighs every move she made as her slick lips gripped your cock, ensuring you never left the warmth of her body.

In one swift movement, Saerom lifted herself from your cock, moving so just the tip of your shaft was inside her, and slammed her hips down and impaled herself to the hilt, moaning at being completely filled.

“Fuck!”

Saerom didn’t allow herself any adjustment, she didn’t need it and neither did you as she smiled devilishly.

“Ride my cock, Saerom,” you demanded and your orders were followed right away as she began bouncing on your dick, her mouth agape as she threw her head back in pleasure. You snaked your hands around her slim waist and grabbed her ass with both hands, kneading the soft flesh and encouraging her to continue dictating the pace.

“Stretch me out...stretch my tight little pussy just like that. Fuck, I wish I could ride you all day.”

“I could always cancel the rest of my appointments.”

“F-fuck, don’t tempt me. But I have my own schedules after this too,” she frowned.

“Guess we’ll have to schedule another session then.”

Saerom nodded in response and your hands squeezed her cheeks tighter, giving her ass a few quick slaps as she gasped, looking at the way she was falling apart already as she rode you.

Continuing to test the waters you gave repeated smacks against Saerom’s plentiful backside, the satisfying sounds of both raised palms striking her bare cheeks filled your ears. Saerom whined cutely in response as her walls clenched around your cock with each impact, not using enough force to sting but just giving her body a little something extra.

“You like being spanked, Saerom?”

“I-I do.”

“I’ll have to remember that for next time,” you smirked. Saerom took the opportunity to increase the pace, allowing herself to adjust and found the perfect angle to take your shaft inside her, bouncing her delicious big ass on your cock.

“You’re drenched, Saerom. Do you always get this wet?” you asked. She hesitated before shyly nodding.

“It’s mostly your fault,” she timidly replied, establishing a harsher rhythm as she rode you with more intensity and fervor, her perfect set of tits bouncing hypnotically with every movement.

“I take full responsibility.”

Settling into the sharp pleasure Saerom gave in to her desires and rode your cock faster, covering the entire surface of your shaft in her slick as you explored her voluptuous naked body and ran your hands up every inch of her bare skin you had access to.

You started with Saerom’s creamy thighs, caressing them softly before moving on to her sexy toned tummy, feeling her tight sculpted abs against your fingertips. She reacted to every touch audibly as your hands made their way back to her luscious breasts, cupping them and keeping your hands filled as she slammed her ass harder against your cock, creating more pleasure.

"You ride me so well, Saerom," you said as you pinched her nipples, feeling her pussy tightening and more of her juices leaking out. You kept your hands filled with her wonderful pale breasts as her ass repeatedly slammed down on your crotch, using your cock for her pleasure.

"It helps that I love your cock," Saerom said as she rode you faster and faster as sweat began to mist all over of your bodies, thighs crashing against your own with every bounce.

"And I love you creaming all over my cock."

The mere act of Saerom taking your cock in and out of her body with ease was driving you crazy, her hot wet pussy wrapped so tightly around your cock you felt like you could burst at any moment.

You couldn’t keep up with all the sensations running through your body, each time Saerom’s ass smacked against your body brought you closer to the point of no return, her juices flowing down her thighs confirming that she was equally reaching past her own limits.

Saerom's tight pussy began pulsating around your shaft as she became breathless, every forceful slam of her full hips brought down on your body making her wetter and wetter as she was barely able to keep her eyes open.

"Are you close, Saerom?" you asked. It took several moments before she could form an answer, and even then she could only nod in response.

"I need you cumming all over my cock."

"I w-will, fuck. Can you cum with me?"

"I'd love to," you said as desperation and need filled her eyes, knowing neither could hold on much longer. You watched her riding your cock just a little longer before growing tired of being passive and grabbed onto her hips, thrusting deep into her tight dripping cunt as she impaled herself on you.

You wanted every bit of pleasure out of Saerom's body and you were going to take it.

"Oh fuuuck! Just like that!"

It took a few thrusts to find the perfect timing, hitting Saerom's spot at just the right angle, keeping a firm grip on her sweaty body and trying to match her rhythm, both of you working together to achieve your collective goal of reaching climax.

You couldn’t help but stare at her, watching her gorgeous features contorting every time you filled her to the hilt. The air in the room grew harder to take in as you drove yourself in Saerom with desperation, both aching for release. The loud slapping of hot flesh against flesh fought for dominance against the equally loud moaning escaping Saerom’s lips.

“Fuck, fuck, baby, I-I'm gonna cum!" Saerom cried out, the three most beautiful words you had heard all day as you held onto her body tight, preparing yourself for the intensity of what was about to happen.

"I am too, fuck!"

“Cum inside me, please, I need you to fill my tight little pussy,” Saerom begged, and you did everything you could to hold out just long enough to let her achieve orgasm first. You weakly smiled and savored the last few moments before the inevitable.

The final few seconds arrived as your breathing deepened, looking dead center into Saerom’s beautiful eyes filled with need and desire. Without another word you felt Saerom’s juices overflowing as her pussy tightened almost painfully so, thighs trembling violently as her cunt squeezed the life out of your shaft as she came, leaving a mess over your cock and wrapped her arms tighter around the back of your neck and desperately moaning into your ears as her body turned to jelly.

Saerom looked beautiful as her orgasm took over her body, unable to control the volume of satisfied moans leaving her lips as she slowly came down from her intense high. She rocked her hips back and forth to ride out her orgasm and helped you join her as you felt all the tension in your body being released.

Unable to take anymore your cock throbbed inside Saerom, letting out needy grunts and moans as you exploded inside her, emptying your thick hot cum deep inside her pussy and pumping her full of your seed as her body took spurt after spurt as she was filled to the brim.

She rested her head on your shoulder, swaying her hips to coax every drop out of you, the feeling of your warmth deep inside her satisfying her to no end.

“You feel so warm,” she faintly said as your bodies took a much-deserved rest and stared into each other's eyes, both trying to catch a breath at the wonderful experience you just shared.

“That...was...amazing,” you said, heavily gasping.

“It was. I haven’t been fucked like that in a while,” Saerom smiled and kissed you, giving you one more taste of lips as she savored the warmth left in her body.

She gradually lifted her body off yours carefully as your cock plopped out and the huge thick load you had left inside began slowly dripping out of her pussy, running down her flushed thighs. Responding only in tired gasps she tried to catch her breath, watching the mess inside her continue to show itself.

Both of you too tired to move let alone speak, Saerom knelt and licked your shaft clean and tasted your combined juices, lips slurping slowly from base to tip to not miss a drop.

She headed over to your workstation with your cum still dripping down her thighs, grabbed your camera and took several full-body shots of her naked sweaty body, running her hand through her messy hair and smiling for the camera.

"Thank you," Saerom said as she ended up in your naked lap again.

"For what?"

"For taking such pretty pictures of me."

"It's all part of the job. It's easy when I have such a pretty model."

Her cheeks reddened again, the smile etched across her lips something you couldn’t ever get enough of.

"I can't wait to see the full versions."

"I'll have them sent to your company by the end of the week. Just the ones for the magazine of course,” you said.

"I look forward to it. I had a lot of fun today."

"I did too, Saerom."

"Can I see you again? After work?" she asked.

"I usually don't finish until the sun goes down."

"I don't mind, I'll be pretty busy myself. Maybe I'll even take some photos of my own for you."

"Oh? I didn't know you were a photographer as well."

"I'm just an amateur," she shyly said. "It’s just a hobby when I have the time."

"I'd love to see some shots."

"I'll send some then. They might not be as risqué as what we took today."

"As long as you’re in them I’ll love them."

Saerom accepted your praise with a grin on her features and regretfully dressed and left quietly, leaving you tired, sweaty and in need of a shower with her occupied in your thoughts.

Whoever the next model was you knew they couldn’t compare to Saerom, and you couldn’t wait for work to be over.

[canmom-art]

Here it is - the stream intro for my darling @mogsk​‘s current season, the MogsK Underground Experience! The idea was inspired the kind of ‘underground broadcast’ vibe, old Playstation demo discs, and of course the Fallout intro.

I built the TV and all its attachments, and the surrounding 3D environment, in Blender and animated the camera move, which bridges the gap from the ‘prestream’ section that runs while people are filing in and the main stream itself. Mogs made the video that plays on the TV and the sound!

Making-of details below:

Mogs provided me a reference of the type of TV she wanted:

I made a preliminary sketch of the scene which proved very useful for quickly working out concepts:

Most of the TV parts were poly modelled. The wires are all curves, naturally, as are the metal strips connecting the decoder box to the colander. The colander doesn’t actually have holes in the mesh, that’s just an alpha channel I painted. Overall the construction phase of the project took maybe a couple of solid days, most of it all in one huge burst last week.

Here’s a different angle on the TV. You can see it’s really designed around this one camera angle...

Would it actually work to use a colander as an aerial? ...probably not very well, not least because it’s spherical rather than parabolic, but I love the concept. It was fun to try and get the rest of the pieces to look like sheet metal bent and screwed or welded together.

Rendering was done in Cycles. I drastically cut the sample count down to keep render time under control. We decided against denoising since the grainy noise felt appropriate to a desert environment. plus about six hours to render the camera move at 59.96fps.

The static camera part was achieved almost entirely in compositor nodes. I disabled the whole scene apart from the video, rendered the cropped and transformed video to an image sequence, and then rendered a transparent version of the TV with a holdout texture to EXR and composited it over. It worked great and saved days of rendering - if I ever come back to add more elements to the scene, I’ll render on top of shadow catching holdout materials and composite them over.

I generated the buildings in the background using the Building Tool addon to blender, assigned materials mostly by hand then created the shattered building using Booleans (which required some cleanup since Building Tool makes non-manifold meshes). I wanted to use voronoi shatter for debris but it didn’t work great, so instead I used that on the foreground bricks. To the shattered building I also used a procedural voronoi material to add displacement for cracks, though I don’t think this effect worked too great and I ended up turning it off almost completely. Here’s a closeup on the broken building - it’s not pretty up close!

The materials are broadly based on free PBR textures from various websites, such as:

https://freepbr.com/

https://www.sharetextures.com/

https://polyhaven.com/ (which provided the HDRI lighting)

https://ambientcg.com/

https://www.texturecan.com/

https://www.cgbookcase.com/

The ground was given a displacement map following this procedural dunes tutorial which I modified to cause the dunes to scale with difference. I added to this a PBR sand texture with a normal map from one of those sites. I used adaptive subdivisions on the displacement maps, which is a very nice rendering feature, although I think it hit the render time a bit to precalculate those on each frame.

As a quick hack to have sand and dirt catch the recesses of the TV and make it feel like it’s been outside in a desert, I used an ambient occlusion node to mix the TV’s material with the sand material. This was far from perfect - there are many places on the TV where you can see the sand appearing where ambient shadows would, making it obvious it’s an ambient occlusion. Unfortunately Blender does not yet have a node to produce something like a cavity map, but in any case the right approach would have been to simply paint a sand map. Learning texture painting will have to be another project.

With GPU acceleration, Blender can get really impressively good renders very fast, but it sure hit my computer hard. It’s obviously nice when you can work in Eevee but in this case I wanted lots of specular surfaces like the TV screen reflecting the environment which could be part of Mogs’s screen overlay.

[writingchalamet]

Just On Set

squishybebe asked:

Hii, I love your last imagine it was great thank youu...  Could you do another imagine where you're a singer and Timothee is playing your love interest in your music video, so you guys have to film some cute and intimate scenes...

A/N: I’m using the song ‘Kiss it better’ by Rihanna. This turned out a bit steamier than what I originally planned 💖 anyway stay safe and have a good day and thank you for 500 followers!!

It was the second day of filming for your latest music video, you had spent the day yesterday filming your close ups and glamour shots but today you were to be joined by Timothée Chalamet, who would be playing your love interest in the video. You were supprised he agreed to do the project, music videos not really being his fortes, however you had met him a few months prior at an award ceremony after party, and after gushing about how incredibly talented you thought he was for a good ten minutes you expressed how much you’d love for him to be in one of your videos. He somehow agreed and here you are.

Your hands fumbled around in your lap shaking slightly while you sat in your hair and makeup chair, the anticipation of Timothée’s arrival was making you a nervous wreck. “Would you calm down! You’re gonna be fine!” Your makeup artist Kiera insisted, taking a brush to your lips touching them up.

“I know but it’s just nerve wracking, he’s this big talented actor who I happened to run my mouth off to and now he’s coming here to play all lovey dovey with me! And I’m no actor what if he thinks I’m shit and leaves!” An exasperated sigh fell from your lips, with a huff you sat back in your chair throwing a strop in a toddler esque manner.

“Yeah she’s just through here” you hear faintly behind the door before there’s a sudden knock on it. You pull your robe closer around your body, “come in!” You yell, hearing the hinges creak lightly as the door slowly opened. It revealed your publicist and none other than Timothée standing in the door frame, hair styled away from his face in sweeping waves. He gives you a soft smile. “Hello sorry to barge in while you’re getting ready, but I’m really looking forwards to working with you today” he steps forward, extending his hand to you to shake.

You take his hand, his grip was firm but friendly. “It’s a pleasure really, I’m looking forwards to it” Keira teases your hair one final time “there we go you’re done” you lean forwards in your chair and look in the mirror, “You look lovely” Timothée smiles from his lingering stance behind you. “Thank you” you smiled back. “Right well I better go and get dressed and I’ll see you on set” Timmy lenses you a final smile before stepping outside of the room. You rose from your seated position and dropped your robe from your shoulders leaving you in your ‘costume’ for your first shots of the day.

You walk through the halls of the humongous house to the first set location of the day, in the dining hall. Your heals clicking along the hard wood floors caught the attention of Timothée as well as the director as you stepped inside of the room. “My beautiful angel, you look gorgeous, are you ready to begin!” Paolo the director yells across the room striding towards you taking your face into his hands, you had worked with him many times and become very close friends over the years. Your eyes looked in Timothée’s direction and softened from your nervous stance slightly. “I’m ready if you are” You let out a soft giggle. 

Getting into position, you were both seated at opposite ends of a twelve seated dining table, a nice contrast to how close you would become later on throughout the shoot. The producers and runners fixed up a few things in the shot before the cameras started filming. “Ready! Roll music...Action!” A couple of lines of the ‘song begin blasting out from the speakers behind the director. 

 Been waiting on that sunshine boy I think I need that back, can’t do it like that no one else gonna get it like that.

You sat across from each other, two camera men standing by each of your sides, catching each of your nuances. Your head lifted and you directed your eye-line towards Timothée, his eyes meeting yours at the same time. You tilted your head the camera moving forward to catch your actions more closely. Timothée’s hands lay down on the table before his chair screeches, pushing it back, so he can move into a standing postition. Your takes a more wide angle shot as you sit up straighter in your chair. Timothée straitens his tie, the camera getting a close up shot of his hands working on the material around his neck. ‘CUT’ The music stops rolling and the camera men roll their cameras back into the original positions.

“That was beautiful, you both look sexy and fierce I love it!” Paolo shouts from across the hall. You giggle shaking your head you look up and see Timothée sharing a laugh also. “Are we ready to move on or do you want to refilm anything darling?” His precocious mannerisms always made him so much easier to work with, “no I think we got it!”

So I argue, you yell, but you take me back, Who cares when it feels like crack, boy you know that you always do it right

“Action!” The music blares through the speakers once again, and the camera pans out on Timothée striding towards you, you casually play with one of the diamonds falling from your ear, a smirk placed on your face. Timothée reaches you, standing behind your chair, one of the camera men moves to the other end of the table where Timothée once sat and the other stood next to you getting the close up. Timothée’s arms encased you, one travelling slowly down your body and the other moving around your neck and shoulders, he leaned down as if to whisper in your ear, leaving a kiss at the connecting part of your jawline. Your head rolled to the back of the chair. One arm lifted to caress his face whilst the other raised to hold the one around your chest. You both leaned in lips grazing, your eyes fluttered shut.

“CUT! Ugh I could cut the sexual tension in here with a knife! Jesus you two are hot!” His strong accent only made you laugh harder. You pulled away from each other, sitting up straight again in your chair, Timmy was leaning on the back of, you look up to him and give him a shy smile which he gladly returned.

“Right so your next shot in this location is the steamy make out session where you get to throw her around the room a little Timothée, okay, and then we’re done with this location! Okay, shall we take 5, get some air before the sex tape comenses okay darlings!” Paolo expresses every nuance with his hands flying all over the place and the over extended enunciated words. You nod towards him raising from your chair and walking towards the refreshments table for a bottle of water, Timothée follows persuit, opening a bottle and taking a big gulp.

“How are you finding it so far? Are you enjoying yourself or are we putting you off music videos completely?” You quiz the green eyes boy before you. He smiles brightly before nodding his head.

“I’m really enjoying myself, it’s a beautiful location, and Paola is hilarious and my scene partner isn’t horrible so what’s not to like” he jokes, you hit his arm jokingly shaking your head. “No in all seriousness, I was quite nervous coming into set today, I know that being in music videos can be seen as quite gimmicky, but I think that after people see what we’ve done here they’ll love it” your eyes light up and your heart feels like it’s skipped about ten beats.

“Okay darlings, time to rock and roll!” You whip your head round at the sudden boom of Paolo’s voice re-entering the room, and move back towards the table.

Man, fuck your pride, just take it on back, boy take it on back boy, take it back all night , just take it on back, take it on back

“Action”

Timothée’s arms come around under your bum lifting you into the dining table, you leaned back arms spreading out across the span of the table back making the perfect arch. Timothée leans forward placing kisses along your jawline and shoulders, the camera draws in close to your face capturing your mouth fall ajar and a gasp fall from your painted red lips . The camera followed in an extreme closeup shot as Timothée’s hands travelled down your heavily jewelled body down to your thighs, the second camera caught your head sharply falling back on the beat of the music, your movements becoming rhythmic.

“Cut! Okay let’s move to the doorway!” The music paused, Timothée lifted himself from your netheregions, offering his hands to you to help you down from the table.

You accepted and moved towards the doorway of the dining hall, “okay darlings are you alright for me to position you?” Paolo asked, you both nodded and allowed him to step in, “okay darling, if I can get you to just lean against the doorway with your back arched like this..” he moves you into place, your back arched, one arm delicately placed above your head. He moved one of your legs so it arched forwards. “And then Timothée darling, you slip yourself in hear, oh first take your suit jacket off, there we go. You place one hand behind her neck and the other around her waist, oh yes just like that, beautiful, and then one of your legs in between hers, so when you go to ‘slam’ her into the wall she’ll be balanced on your leg and can hold the stance. Beautiful darlings, ready!” He steps away from the frame.

“Action!”

Timothée did as instructed, pushing you back into the wall but raising his leg to keep you steady, the hand on your neck comes up to caress your check before he dives in, his lips touch your with such ferocious force you don’t know if you can keep up, it may have been the tension that had been building up between the two of you all day that had finally been released. Your lips moved against him like clockwork, finery and in perfect time with each other. His arms held a strong grip around you. His lips moved to lay kisses on your neck, your head spun backwards against the door frame, arm lifting to grip the solid wood above your head.

The camera came to a close up shot of your face just as your mouth fell agape, eyes fluttering shut. Timothée’s movements were rhythmic against the beat of the music blaring through the speakers. His head lifted once more and he placed his forehead softly against yours, and smiled gently.

“AND CUT! Oh beautiful! Darlings you are just breathtaking to watch!” You step away from each other, your assistant running over and wrapping you in your robe. You grab a bottle of water from the table beside you and take a large gulp. “Do you wanna have a look on the monitor at the shots?” Paolo’s eyes light up, proud of him and his teams work. You nod enthusiastically and move towards the monitors set up by Paolo’s chair, he presses play and you see part of your video finally coming to life for the first time and you’re in love. You have to admit you and Timothée work well together. Each of your movements compliments the other really well, and you both just look good together.

“It’s really beautiful Paolo, thank you!” You pull him into a side hug. “Right beautiful people, go and get ready for your next scene and I’ll see you in the gardens”

The flowers in the garden popped with colour, the grass a vibrant green that seemed to make the yellow in your dress stand out even more. You spot Timothée as you make your way through the gardens and travel over to him. He’d had his hair styled differently for the next shot, looking more slick. He looked handsome, you noticed how much the yellow complimented the green in his eyes. And how his hair styled away from his face somehow made his bone structure that more prominent.

“Are you ready to dance lover boy” you teased as you approached the boy. “I am, I don’t know if you are!” He joked standing up from his seated position, one arm picking up one of your hands, the other moving to your waist to spin you out. You let out a squeal as he dips you to the floor almost, his firm grip on your waist the only thing keeping you from falling. It’s then that you notice the closeness of his face to yours. His nose brushes against yours gently, the beginnings of a smile apear on his face.

“Well, well, well darlings! What do we have here! Save that chemistry for the cameras please! At least until the shoot is over! Are you ready to proceed” Paolo wiggling his eyebrows at the pair.

Timothée practically swigs you back up almost giving you whiplash, and stands a few feet apart from you. He clears his throat. You nod to Paolo that you were ready. For a moment you had forgotten where you were and what your purpose was for the day, it was only the two of you.

You both walk over into position by the blossomed bushes. The sunlight was bouncing off of your skin warming the surface. “So this is the scene that’s going to be in slow motion baby, so make use of that dress I want you lifting and dropping it and Timothée maybe spin her or something!” Paolo spoke with enthusiasm picking up parts of your dress making them fly around the air.

“Okay ready darlings! Action!” Stepping out of shot back into his chair.

What are you willing to do, Oh tell me what you're willing to do? (Kiss it, kiss it better, baby)

As soon as the direction was called, Timothée pulled you in close by your waist, dipping you down again this time a little slower than before, the movements feeling more intimate on camera. A fan had been turned on to help with the movement of your dress, you raised your bare leg gently wrapping it around his waist as your back arched, Timothée pulled you up to meet his eyes, two strang hand around your back, you lay yours gently around his neck, one caressing his jawline.

One camera man moves in quickly with a dolly, as you lip sync the lyrics ‘kiss it, kiss it better baby.’

Timothée leans forward as you tilt your head back allowing him to place another tender kiss on the skin of your neck.

“Aaaand cut! Oh that was beautiful!” You were expecting him to take a step away from you but he remained close with his arm draped over your shoulder. A warm tingling feeling surged through your body putting a warm smile on your face.

“Right I want to do one more shot here, just a short one over a guitar riff, just of you being cute” Paolo winks at the two of you causing a deep red to rise to your cheeks, you know he can sense you’ve developed a bit of a crush for your costar for the day and he just loves to taunt you. But honestly who wouldn’t.

Timothée turns to you a sense of excitement in his eyes, “we could possibly do something simple, just like lying down on the grass and have the odd few touches, if you catch my drift” he rambled on some of his words overlapping in places where he spoke too fast.

“I love it, simple but effective” you reply and nudge him with your arms. You move to a more open area of the garden where more sunlight was hitting, and plonk yourself down on the ground. For the second time that day Paolo came and set you both into a position, lying on your side, held up by one arm with one leg straight and the other arched, he positioned your dress in the ‘floatyist’ way possible as he liked to called it. Timothée lay opposite you in a similar position. His close proximity to you made it almost impossible to breath.

Paolo stood away from you, eyeing the finial positioning one more time. “Okay you look beautiful, are you ready?” You both nod, he steps out of frame and takes a seat in his directors chair. “Action”

A guitar riff sounds through the speakers on a continuous loop. Timothée’s hand grazes the skin of your face working it’s way along your body, travelling along your slender shoulders, across your hips and tracing patterns on your legs. You nuzzle your head into his neck and look back to see his eyes boring into your own, you could detail every emerald and amber fleck merging together, the corners of his mouth curve into a smile, he leant in and placed a short but tender kiss on your lips. Unscripted and unplanned, your breath caught in your throat and you felt your cheeks turn pink. You could hear the gasp from Paolo behind you.

“And cut!”

Sunlight was glistening through the large windows, pouring into the and bouncing from the crystal chandeliers that hung high on the ceiling in technicolour streams. There was a king sized four post bed covered in white sheets, floating down from each of the posts and draping down onto the floor. The rest of the rooms furnishings were kept simple but still extravagant. The room was bright and vibrant in colour, leaving a nice contrast to your final look of the shoot.

Timothée’s gasp was audible as you entered the room. Then there was silence and you swear all you could hear was the sound of your heart beating out of its chest. You sauntered over and took a perch next to the curly headed boy sat on the bed. Paolo came rushing in with the creative director followed by the large fan ready for one of the shots.

“Are you having fun mr chalamet?” You quiz the boy as he watches intently as the producers and runners set a few things for the shots. “Yeah I am, it’s nice to hang out with yo-“ his sentence was cut short by Paolo clapping his hands in front of your faces, “oh y/n you look breathtaking darling! Now let’s plot through these last scenes, I’m ready to see some steamy intense passion!” Turning on his heals he walks towards his chair.

You shrug your shoulders at Timothée laughing shaking your head quietly. You raise from your seated position and walk further into the room. Timothée stays in his seated position slightly hunched over with his hands casually resting on his knees. You loved watching the shift of Timothée getting into character, going from this bubbly smiley to brooding and smouldering in a matter of seconds. It sent shivers up your spine.

“Action!”

I've been waiting up all night, Baby, tell me what's wrong, Go on and make it right, Make it all night long

Your head lifted on the beat, lips parting. Timothée’s head raised his head slowly his eyes daringly meeting yours. His hands slide up his thighs a few inches where he pats instructing you to come over. You take three steps towards the boy, that’s all it took. Your leg raised and stomped it’s self up on the bed. Timothée’s hands wrapped around the leg sliding up the nylon fabric of the stockings. Your head rolled back on the beat. His lips lowered to press a kiss on the inside of your thigh, your fingers interlaced themselves in his loose curls, stroking down the side of his face.

You lifted your other leg to kneel on the other side of Timothée’s lap before sitting yourself in a straddling position. His eyes flickered down to your neck. Placing delicate kisses along the base as your head gently fell to the side, his hands wrapped around your waist and yours reached back up to take a hold of his curls. His head pulls back and you look into his eyes once more before lip syncing to your lyrics “make it all night long”

“Cut! Oh beautiful! Just beautiful! Do you need a break from all the sexual tension or are we okay to move straight on!” Paolo raised his eyebrows a smirk increasingly apparent on his face. “We can move on” you laugh moving back to lay on the bed for your next and final shot of the day.

“Okay let’s try the fans!” The fans switch on causing all the tulle and silk drapes hanging from the bed posts to float around the air. The flying fabric as well as the rainbow streams beaming through the room from the chandelier really set the ambience in the room, and made it feel almost dream like.

You laughed as Timothée’s curls began to blow in the wind as he edged too close to one of the fans. Paolo almost had a fit until he saw you pull him back towards the bed and fix his curls, gently twiddling them around your fingers putting them into their somewhat ‘disheveled’ style. “Okay there, that’s better” you giggle brushing the final curls away from his face.

“Positions people! Come on I have 5 cats to get home to darlings!” You laugh again at Paolo clapping and snapping his fingers at you taking your time to get into position.

“Okay ready action!”

Ooh do what you gotta do, keep me up all night (all night), Hurting vibe, man, and it hurts inside when I look you in your eye

With all the tulle and silk flying around the room the camera had a more blurred vision of the pair of you. You laid back on the bed, body elongated against the bed, arms stretched above your head. Timothée began crawling on top of you, placing kisses along different parts of your body as he made his way up. When he reached eye level with you, one of his hands moved like silk against your skin, along your shoulders and tilted your chin up. You raised a hand to his shoulder and pushed him back up slightly this time rising with him.

You both sit up to a kneeling position and face each other for a moment before leaning in on the beat. His long arms encase your body holding you close, while your own wrap around his neck. He draws you in for a kiss, you hesitate for a second just before your lips meet to look into those eyes. His lips perk up into a smile before he presses them against your own. For just a second you completely forget about the world around you, with tulle flying around in the air it made everything feel that bit more romantic. His lips move melodically against your own for a short time before drawing away, but still keeping your close proximity.

You see the camera that had once been in a close up shot of the pair of you, pan out on the dolly and the music comes to a stop from the continuous loop it had once been playing on. “Cut! And that is a wrap ladies and gentlemen! Well done and congratulations miss l/n on another beautiful shoot!” A few of the crew members cheer and you clap along thanking them for their hard work.

The fans are switched off and the silk and tulle gradually float back to their original spots beside the bed. Your assistant comes running over to you with your robe which you gracefully slip over your shoulders. “Thank you so much for your hard work and dedication to this Timothée I really appreciate it, it’s been amazing working with you today” you nod your head to the curly headed boy flashing him a genuine smile, in which he returns.

“It was my pleasure y/n truly, and if you ever have anything else lined up in the future you think I’d be suitable for, please let me know I’d be honoured to work with you again!” He spoke with enthusiasm his hands fumbled in his lap. “Oh of course I would be honoured to have you again! It’s been lovely seeing you Timothée, I hope we can do this again sometime..” your words draw out, longing to stay in his company just a little longer.

“Right well I should go get ready to leave, I can’t exactly walk around town like this can I” you half joked standing from the bed, Timothée joined you and shoved his hands into his pockets awkwardly looking to the ground. “No, well I mean you could but you might get a few stares” he laughs softly. “Thanks again Timmy, and maybe I’ll see you soon” you turn and give him a brief hug, he says his goodbyes. And just as you’re walking out the door you hear your name being called.

“Y/n!” You turn around to look at the hopeful boy who seemed to have a certain glimmer in his eyes. “Would you maybe wanna go grab some dinner after this? Somewhere where there aren’t any cameras” he smiled cheekily and you could feel your heart thumping in your chest.

“Oh thank god you asked! Yes, let me go and get ready, and I’ll see you in a lil bit okay” you lean forwards and leave a peck on his cheek. Pulling away you see the same gleam in his eyes that you had felt. And a warm buzzing feeling had overcome you, and you couldn’t help the Cheshire grin that had plastered itself all over your face as you walked back to your dressing room. What a wonderful day to shoot a music video!