#sunset flip photography

[keepingupwith-al]

garden walks with my baby sissy 🪻

[slurpslurpmmmoatmilk]

some photos from an adventure i went on yesterday! i just took a bunch of random buses to see where they led me lol

[overcitylightsphotography]

The Apostle in Triumph

instagram / flickr

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

DRINKS AT THE RAINBOW WITH THE ONE, TRUE, ORIGINAL MOTÖRMASTER.

PIC INFO: Spotlight on English (from Liverpool, UK) pro skater Geoff Rowley (1976), photographed alongside his good friend Lemmy Kilmister of the mighty MOTÖRHEAD, having drinks at the Rainbow Bar and Grill on the Sunset Strip in L.A., c. 2009. 📸: @Artosaari26.

[Man, what a great pic, and I never knew they were such good friends!]

Source: www.picuki.com/media/3379404386130487997.

[wooahaeproductions]

Viewfinder

Lee Seokmin (Dokyeom) x Female Reader

Genre: fluff, smut, photographer!reader x bf!seok

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: nude photography, appreciation of Seokmin’s body, a little thigh riding? and protected sex (its gentle and sweet)

Rating: 18+ MDNI!!!

A/N: So this happened…lol. Thank you so much to the lovely June @onlyhuis for brainstorming with me and betaing!

Also tagging: @highvern @wongyuseokie @the-boy-meets-evil for uh reasons lol

Your camera clicked as you snapped multiple photos of the sun's rays against the top of the water’s ripples. Spring was in its prime and when you woke up that morning, you knew the weather was perfect for an outing to the marina park. You stopped clicking the shutter and flipped open the screen to review the photos you just took with a small smile. You had captured several shots of the sun’s reflection, the halo of it spreading out across the water as it nearly blinded you with its brilliance.

As a magazine photographer, you enjoyed your work taking photos of models and fashion items. Still, sometimes it was nice to take photos for yourself, for your own enjoyment and the park at the marina near your home never let you down. Soon, the cherry trees surrounding the area would bloom, providing you with more of the nature content you loved photographing the most.

You stopped looking at the pictures you took and pulled out your phone to look at the time when you noticed a text from your boyfriend letting you know that he was coming to pick you up from the park. He sent that about 10 minutes ago and most likely would be waiting in the parking lot any minute now. You made your way to the lot where he was indeed waiting for you in the car when you arrived.

You opened the door to the back of the car, offloading the tripod you were carrying on your shoulder into the seat and setting your camera bag next to it. “Did you get some good shots today, love?” Seokmin asked you from the front seat. You looked up to answer him and were quite happy you hadn’t put your camera in its bag yet because your boyfriend looked so stunning in the glow of the sunset.

You lifted your camera and looked through the viewfinder, seeing the most perfect shot of him. He had the window rolled open to let in the warm breeze and it ruffled his bangs slightly. His head leaned back against the headrest, and his sunglasses rested on the bridge of his nose just as the oranges of the sunset began to paint his face. You pushed the shutter closed and the camera clicked, taking the photo.

“Yes, Seokmin. I got some great shots today,” you grinned, putting the camera in your bag now that you had captured your favorite human.

“Including the one you took just now?” He said, teasing you and shooting you a devastatingly adorable smile.

“That one might be the best one of the day,” you teased back, although it was a true statement in your mind. You pushed your camera bag into the seat further, making sure it was secure before closing the door and making your way to the passenger side. Seokmin leaned over and opened the door for you to get in. You settled in your seat, putting your seatbelt on before he pulled out of the lot heading for home. You looked over at your boyfriend, marveling at how lucky you were to have someone like him.

A few hours later, you were finishing up dinner when you had an idea to keep the inspiration that you had during the day going. “Hey, Seok?” you started.

“Hmm?” he responded, gathering your empty plate from the table to take them into the kitchen.

“So there’s one type of photography I haven’t done yet and I think I’d like to try it today…” you said a bit nervously.

“Okay, well what is it? Let’s do it,” Seokmin responded enthusiastically before knowing what it was.

“Um, nude photography,” you squeaked, looking down at your hands.

You heard him let out a light laugh before saying, “Anything for you, baby”. You knew that was true, he’d do anything you asked of him.

“Okay, well let me grab one of my cameras and I’ll meet you upstairs?” you said and he nodded after placing the dishes in the sink to wash later.

He went up to the bedroom while you went into the other room that housed all your cameras, and you grabbed your favorite one, the one you knew would capture all his gorgeous angles that made you weak in the knees. You took a deep breath as you made your way up the stairs. You didn’t know why you were so nervous, it’s not like you and Seokmin hadn’t seen each other naked before. But for some reason, the bond between photographer and nude model held a different type of intimacy.

You walked into the bedroom to find Seokmin lying on the bed, peering up at you while his arms propped his head up on the pillows. You fought to keep back a gasp as you eyed the bareness of his back, thighs, and ass. The sunlight that had shone earlier had now changed to moonlight that spilled into the room, creating shadows against the lines of his shoulder blades. Just when you thought he couldn’t get more beautiful, you were proved wrong.

His eyes lit up as you looked at him through your camera, and just as he gave a wide toothy smile, you pushed the shutter down to capture the moment. “Like what you see?” he asked cheekily, albeit a little out of character. You giggled, knowing he likely was nervous too and was acting like that to dissipate the unease.

“I very much like what I see, my muse,” you said back, still laughing. You snapped a few more photos, capturing the planes in his face and the curves of his naked frame. You knew you would edit these photos to be black and white, to better accentuate the shadowing and finer details of his body. You sat next to him on the bed as he moved to pose so you could get a closer shot. His skin looked so smooth that you couldn’t help but reach forward and brush your fingertips along the top of his shoulders.

You went to pull your hand away, but he stopped it with his own. “Couldn’t resist could you?” Seokmin joked.

“No, I couldn’t,” you said, rather bluntly. He wasn’t exactly expecting that answer and tugged you towards him, capturing your lips with his. As you kissed, he slowly took the camera from your other hand and set it down on the end table near the bed. Your now empty hand moved to rake your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

You continued kissing and found yourself further up on the bed, hovering over Seokmin. His hands had moved to the small of your back, pulling your clothed body flush against his naked one. He let out a whimper when your clothed core rubbed against the erection he was now sporting.

“I think we are a little uneven here, love,” he spoke, breaking your makeout session.

You smiled and leaned your forehead against his. “Should I even it out then?” you said, wasting no time and taking off your shirt. It was followed by your pants and undergarments, leaving you bare like Seokmin had been for the past twenty minutes.

“You’re so lovely,” Seokmin breathed out, leaving a peck on the top of your shoulder. You grinned at the notion of the subject complimenting the photographer. His hands found your hips, pulling you back against him. His skin against yours was silky and you couldn’t help but buck your hips against him.

He let out a sharp breath when his tip hit the edges of your folds and knew he couldn’t wait to be inside you. He rubbed his length against you, dragging it lightly as you gave a slight moan. He could feel how wet you were for him already. You reached your hand down to rub small circles on your sensitive nub, desperate for the sensation.

As if he read your mind, Seokmin reached over into the drawer of the end table and pulled out the familiar foil package. A minute later, he was pulling the latex over his cock and you had taken your spot back on top of him. You rolled your hips against his thigh, working yourself up even more to be able to take him soon.

“Please, baby,” He growled as you grinded against his toned thigh, hearing you let out whines. “I need to be in you,” He continued, taking more control now and moving you so your core was lined up for him.

You nodded, confirming that you were ready for him. He pulled you forward, sinking you onto him. He hissed, feeling how molten your walls had become for him. He slowly began pumping and you started a rhythm with your hips meeting his, going faster with each pump.

Moans and whines echoed around the room as you chased your highs together. Hands found purchase wherever they could, his on your ass cheeks pulling you as close as possible and yours digging into his shoulders for leverage. The coil in the pit of your stomach stretched more and more until Seokmin whispered in your ear. “I’m close.”

His warm breath against the shell of your ear and the knowledge that he was going to come undone just for you almost made the coil snap. One more particularly deep thrust later, he came with a groan. The feeling of him twitching within you brought your orgasm along with his.

You collapsed on top of him as he slowly pulled out of you, chests heaving as you caught your breath. Your vision that had gotten a little fuzzy at the peak of your high was returning, rewarding you with a glimpse of Seokmin’s gentle smile. He pressed a kiss to your temple and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear before he rid himself of the condom, tossing it in the trash can.

You moved to lay down next to him, pressing yourself into his side. He turned over to face you, pulling the covers over you as he moved. His arms engulfed you, bringing you closer to his chest and he rested his chin against your cheek. As you snuggled underneath the covers with Seokmin, you knew there was no one else in the world you would want to see in your viewfinder.

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[stardewremixed]

Favorite things about Summer

Haley - sunshine 🌞 and working on a tan 🤎 and stunning sunsets for her photography 🌅 and splurging on ice cream 🍦

Alex - working out in the warm air 💪 and girls on the beach ⛱️ in bikinis 👙 and grilling burgers on the barbecue 🍔

Harvey - loosening his ties 👔 a bit and enjoying summer wines🍷 and the smell of sunscreen 🧴

Maru - stargazing 🌟 and calibrating her telescope 🔭

Sebastian - night rides to cool off 🏍 and the sound of happy frogs 🐸

Abigail - exploring the caves 🪨 and swimming 🏊‍♀️ in the mountain ⛰️ lakes

Penny - summer reading 📚 all those steamy paperbacks (a girl can dream) and warm weather ☀️ and the pretty trees 🌳 up near the spa

Sam - surfing 🏄‍♂️ skateboarding 🛹 swimming 🏊‍♂️ no more spring allergies! ☺️

Shane - finally justified in wearing shorts 🩳 (and he might even wear flip flops 🩴and egg salad sandwiches (fresh from the coop) ��� and hot pepper chutney 🌶 for picnics

Emily - visits from her good friends 🦜 dancing to island music at the luau 🏝

Elliott - is that a crab 🦀 in your pocket? 😳 Beach bonfires 🔥 and grilling fish 🐟 on the sands. Long days to contemplate ideas for his stories. ✍️ sunbeams and seashells 🌊 🐚

Leah - foraging for summer berries 🍓 and she's also a fan of summer wines 🍷 and salads 🥗 soft breezes and wispy clouds ☁️ and the sweet smell of nectar 🍯

[natalieina]

Ophelia's flooded room

In the sleepy numbness of November, her room was filled with rain tears. Leaves drifted in the waters of sadness, and the bookshelves were covered with a bindweed of gloomy poems. Sometimes she woke up dancing in the uneven light of sunset memories, then flipped through the pages of old books looking at engravings from other people's dreams, and then fell asleep in a lake of tears... To be or not to be, dream or reality... The light of the lamps froze in ringing silence. Only the rustling of herbs and splashes of water disturbed the peace of the room.

Model - Ekaterina.

Location - Creatis Workshop.

Natalie Ina Photography.

November 2023.

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[danceworshipper]

@hphm-ship-week Prompt 8: Sunset

aka part two of my gayass Rowan agenda

Ship: f!Rowan/Ismelda 🌲🖤

Date: September 8th, 1989 (sixth year)

It wasn't too cold to be outside yet, though Rowan knew that within a few weeks the Astronomy tower would be one of her least favored spots in the castle once more. She didn't mind staying up late to study the stars, not at all, but the cold of winter? It made her very bones shiver. If they were allowed warming charms there'd be no issue, but Professor Sinestra insisted that being cold helped with their focus. Rowan knew she was right. It still made her mutter under her breath.

She liked to get here early when it was nice weather to watch the sunset, and with most other students preferring to linger at dinner or in their Common Room, she was usually alone. Not that she minded, of course, because it was a great opportunity to get in some extra reading.

"Ugh, you're already here."

The corner of Rowan's mouth twitched upwards, not surprised in the slightest to hear Ismelda's voice behind her. If anyone else was going to show up early, it would be Ismelda. "As if you didn't just walk in an hour early."

Rowan heard the sound of Ismelda dropping her book bag onto the floor, and did her best not to look as footsteps approached and the other sat down close beside her, dangling her legs off the edge between the bars of the railing just like Rowan was.

A warm shoulder leaned against her as Ismelda peered at the book in Rowan's lap.

"What are you reading?" Ismelda asked.

Keeping her thumb on the page she was at, Rowan flipped the book shut to show her. "It's a book about the Goblin Rebellion of 1891. There was a huge confrontation in a hidden chamber below Hogwarts, and a professor named Eleazar Fig was killed."

Ismelda hummed. "There's a hidden chamber below Hogwarts?"

"It's Hogwarts," Rowan said dryly. "Obviously there's a hidden chamber. Probably more than that. Dozens, even."

"Does it say how to get in?"

"It says it's sealed off with an ancient type of magic so that no one can find it."

Ismelda scoffed. "It just says 'ancient magic'? No descriptions of what that means?"

"Nope, but apparently goblins could wield it. That's why the battle was under Hogwarts; there was a huge storage of power that a goblin named Ranrok was trying to steal."

"Hm. You know, I'm surprised a professor died. Guess the adults were less useless back then."

Rowan snorted. "It was a student who actually defeated Ranrok."

"Of course it was," Ismelda sighed. She rested her head on Rowan's shoulder and reached over her to flip the book back open. "How come we didn't learn about this one in class? We learned about a bunch of other rebellions."

Distracted, Rowan took a few extra seconds to answer.

"This is really the only book about it," she explained. "The student wanted to remain anonymous - much easier before handheld photography was widespread - and refused to go into detail about anything. I did ask Binns since he was around back then - "

"Fucking Merlin, he's been dead that long?" Ismelda interjected.

" - but he's got the timeline messed up. He knew Ranrok was a goblin but thought he was connected to something else."

Sighing, Ismelda shook her head. Her hair tickled Rowan's jaw.

"Even with only one book it's worth at least a short lesson," Ismelda reasoned. "There was a whole battle inside of a hidden and probably long forgotten chamber under the castle over some type of 'ancient magic' that no one knows anything about. Next time you take over for Binns, do me a favor and speed through the actual lesson so that you can talk about this. Also, you and I are going to find that chamber somehow, alright? I can get us down to the lowest known point of the castle, and I bet you could figure out how to break in. Then we could study the magic. Surely the two of us could learn how it worked. We'd be famous."

Rowan chuckled. "Yeah, alright. Are you free tomorrow night?"

"I'm being serious."

"I know."

"Obviously we can't try it tomorrow. People will be taking advantage of not having classes the next day. We should do it Sunday when most of them will be in bed."

Ismelda gently took Rowan's hand off of the book to thread their fingers together. "That way we won't be seen together," she said.

As she did every day, Rowan silently wished that someone else would come to class early for once, just to catch them. They both had their reasons to hide their... whatever they were, but she was getting so sick of the secrecy. Sneaking around in the library to study together, staying up late so they could talk in the Common Room, getting to Astronomy class super early. It had been fun at first, the thrill of it. Now it felt like more of an ache.

She pushed it out of her mind, choosing to enjoy the moments they did have, like this one right now. Ismelda flipped the book back to the beginning, but Rowan didn't protest, instead tipping her head up to watch the sun sink down in the sky. Being the highest tower, the Astronomy Tower had a spectacular view of the horizon. It was a wonder students didn't come up here to hang out very often. It was probably all of the stairs, she thought. The view itself wasn't worth that many stairs.

Rowan turned her head slightly to watch the golden light dance on Ismelda's face and found herself counting freckles. She looked so pretty when she wasn't scowling. Distantly, Rowan wondered if her own concentration face was cute, too. Ismelda ran her thumb over Rowan's knuckles as she read; she probably didn't even realize she as doing it. No, the view wasn't worth it by itself, but the company was. One day they could do this somewhere with less stairs. Until then, she'd climb as many as it took.

[bunnakit]

it is lore-anon back to scream in your inbox again. Thank you for the second link! Yes, I can see it if the individual tweet is linked directory (otherwise twitter bans you from seeing comments and retweets and threads if you're not logged into an account and I continue to want to pitch them out a window for it because I refuse to make one). I read the other four entries but then it was 2AM and I needed to go to bed. But now I am back and

OH NO. I don't know who's entry hurts the worst, (its not supposed to be a stomp on my heart contest guys)

When I watched the Work mv for the first time I had a little moment of 'ha ha Hongjoong and Mingi are out there fighting A Monster Of Capitalism' moment with the money-kaiju. But they really are out there literally fighting A Monster of Capitalism akjghlkadjhgla. My heart. (This is why I am here, for the brilliance of how they can play something off as silly or casual in an mv but they've layered so much metaphor, foreshadowing, and worldbuilding up at this point that if you're a lore person suddenly a lot of little casual throwaway things are the OPPOSITE of casual)

Because, ok, I got an arts degree right? So when they first announced the name of the new era was Golden Hour I was like 'as in the photography term Golden Hour?' because this was a very interesting choice given Golden Hour, and then the names of the album versions came out and instead of A-Diary-Z suddenly it was Blue Hour-Diary-Golden Hour I flipped my shit because that basically confirmed they DID mean the photography concept. And they're SO intentional about everything I was like 'ok, where does golden hour lighting vs blue hour lighting show up in past mv's, out of curiosity?'

(Because, like. I have an offline 'lore' playlist I've setup on my comp so I can watch all the teasers-intros-mvs-outros for all of the mvs together in one place back to back in the order they were released so it makes it easy to check when something new suddenly ties back to something previous. It's over 5 hours at this point. I love them, they feed us so well).

Go back. Watch everything from Pirate King in order. Unlike other kpop groups that go ham on the coloured gels to create mood and atmosphere, ATEEZ basically, dead-on consistently, all the way back to 2018, through Every. Single. Video have essentially 5 types of lighting they shoot scenes with for 95% of the mv shots: that really warm-cast sunrise/sunset golden hour light, the extremely cool-cast twilight blue hour light, a neutral light that is incredibly bright to the point of almost over-exposing the scene, black and white, and BATHED-IN-RED-cast. (The only exceptions are a couple shots that use coloured gels in Turbulence especially Wooyoung PETER-PANNING INTO THE SKY ON THE AIRPORT RUNWAY THAT HAS NO NEW CONTEXT WHATSOEVER NOW, Hongjoong's part in Halazia with the background purple lighting, a couple of shots in Deja Vu, and the deliberate use of gels to simulate all the neon lights in Bouncy. But even then the use of gels in these places REALLY stand out because it is NOT their norm).

And, I would argue, given looking at WHICH scenes in each mv use which type of lighting, because they have been SO consistent about it-

That they have been using lighting temperature to separate something happening in the A world vs the Z world vs dreams vs memories vs recorded-electronically-transmitted messages vs the points where one or more of these has met a point where its merging with a different one, (they have referenced mobius strips TOO MANY TIMES for me to treat the A and Z worlds as separate universes. Oh no, we are playing with 1 or more magic relics at this point and timelines are starting to bleed, Halazia-universe being a created as a literal side-effect in itself,) and the mvs haven't just been telling ONE timeline of events for that mv, but MULTIPLE. At. The. Same. Time. (I swear I could write a 10k essay on how they've used their lighting for world-building up to this point that went unnoticed until they took a megaphone and basically went 'hey, golden hour? blue hour? maybe pay attention to that ho ho' and wrecked me).

Because, like, for fever forward, the mv and the diary version always reference each other, right? but in some mv's I have to look at the mv and then back at the diary version and something on the screen

Whereas the diary versions have only ever been from the A-world pirates perspective. So we know which events are THEIR timeline from their point of view.

and the parts from the mv that don't "fit" as creative interpretations of the diary's contents? They DO tend to make sense if you take it as how the main themes of the diary are/were playing out but for the Z-world pirates at potentially a different point in THEIR personal Z-world timeline.

Maybe its my deep-in-the-lore-sauce-analysis delulu, but like, maybe the Z-world pirates are dead as far as the A-World pirates are currently aware, in their part of their timeline. But I would bet my hat that the Z-pirates are not dead-dead in the larger fabric of the multiple connected universes. There are way too many pointed bits of foreshadowing and too many deliberate loose ends from past mvs that have not been tied off yet for me to believe we've really seen the last of them yet, (this is probably another unhinged 10k essay on my part).

I mean, I am currently convinced that Answer timeline-wise takes place AFTER whatever happens in the Golden Hour era, (that most of the events from the Treasure-era mv's actually belong much later in their timeline than we currently think they do, actually).

And we know who's at the table toasting in Answer.

hey lore anon! sorry, i've been fighting a 2 day headache and work and my brain is basically sludge~ please don't ever apologize for getting excited tho! seeing people get excited about stuff they're passionate about is my fav thing and i've definitely been in my friends dms theorycrafting and spewing some insane shit lmao

i could NOT believe how much of the work mv became lore, especially with hongjoong and mingi!! like!! and the food truck theme! ugh, ugh, ugh. ill never be over how they can take insane shit like bouncy and work and turn it into actually gut wrenching lore. like how??

i absolutely love all your theories and my god you're way smarter than me on the filming and lighting lmao all i have to guide me is literary devices and narrative patterns (written word is the only place i excel in life RIP)

i cannot WAIT to see the path the lore is taking, they really keep us guessing at every turn and that's what got me hooked and ruined my life in february lol

please ALWAYS feel free to climb in my dms either here or discord or wherever if you want! or pls always feel free to send me asks!!

happy golden hour!!!

[possibly-god]

Rosa Guzman – the Hunter

(1975 – 6/2000 – 31)

Diana Guzman met Mick Mundy at a roadside campsite – her on a free-loving freewheeling roadtrip, him on just another job. They shared a few blunts, shared a bed, shared breakfast, and hit the road their separate ways.

You think a hardcore hippie’s going to stress out about a surprise baby? Diana loved her little gift from the universe from the moment she found out, and settled down with a commune who would support her little indigo child as much as she did.

Rosa is a girl of few words (in English or Spanish), and of few noises in general – Diana dresses her in bangles and flip-flops half for the New Age aesthetic and half to keep her audible.

Every spare moment Rosa has she spends in the fields and forest around the commune, teaching herself to track, sneak, and lure to get up close with the animals. So long as she’s back before sunset, Mama doesn’t worry and doesn’t question – who is she to stop her Rosebud’s journey to be one with nature?

Quietly (as in all things) Rosa harbors doubts about her Mama’s “peace and love on planet earth” outlook. She’s seen hawks snatch up grazing rabbits, seen deer eating roadkill in the winter, seen mother birds throwing runts from the nest, been scratched, stung, and bit many times over – she knows the wild isn’t always kind.

At 6 she started doing chores for neighbors outside the commune to earn money, saving up for a camera to share her animal encounters – it’s on the way back from a leaf-raking job that she gets abducted.

Sniper avoids her at first – he thinks he’s too rough for a kid, that she’d be better off with the others – but he keeps an eye on her from afar. It takes a few “accidental” encounters for him to realize she’s seeking him out, that she wants to know him.

While with RED, Rosa continues to spend her days exploring, as much inside as outside – an industrial compound is very different from a subsistence-and-salvage settlement. She becomes quite taken with the base’s air vents, frequently popping up in unexpected places (she even gets the drop on Spy once – with witnesses, unfortunately for him).

Between all the sneaking and climbing, Sniper starts calling her “Spider” – as an adult she gets a tattoo of a rosebud and huntsman spider in honor of both her parents.

She rooms with Kelly on base – they bond over camp skills and craftiness, and Pyro teaches them the joy of sleepovers. Patrick is also a favorite of hers, particularly when she doesn’t feel like speaking English.

Once OHM is out of the way, Rosa returns to her mother and the commune, but adds a walk into town to her weekly routine – with his parents gone, Sniper’s glad to have someone to call again.

Sniper sends Rosa a camera for her 7th birthday – Diana helps her build a darkroom, and the community soon gets visual proof that her “nature tales” are not a bit exaggerated.

Even as the Flower Children grow up and the commune drifts apart, Rosa’s interests – ecology, photography, stealth and subterfuge – remain strong as she goes to school, goes to college, wanders the world honing her crafts.

To the public, Rosa Guzman is a globetrotting wildlife photojournalist. To poachers, she’s the shadow that stalks the rainforests and savannahs, tearing through their operations before vanishing into the night.

“Poachers” includes Charles Darling and Saxton Hale (who Rosa has not forgiven for his actions against the hippie community) – Sniper supports his daughter’s crusade, but sometimes he does wish she would stop shooting his boss.

It takes Hale’s retirement from game hunting in 2000 to get Rosa on board with joining TFI – with a promise to direct her substantial paycheck toward conservation efforts, she’s happy to be their Hunter.

Next up – twin toddlers of cuteness and chaos…

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[memorystormsanctuary]

KHOC Week 2024

Day~6 Journal

Journals play such an important role in Kingdom Hearts. And there are lots of ways to keep one. For @khoc-week today it's time to look at those journals. Today is also a great day to talk about Annoras hobby mentioned in day one. Photography.

Annora doesn't keep a journal in the traditional sense. What she does keep however is a series of photographs. The ones she considers her most precious.

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She wasn’t supposed to keep the photos. Luxu had been very clear about that. She wasn’t supposed to keep anything that could tie her to who she had once been. No one was supposed to know. So she had to destroy all parts of that past with each time she restarted.

He never argued though, when she gave him a small stack of photos with each new life.

When leaving Daybreak Town she had been very careful to take only the most important pictures from the walls of her home. There had been so many to chose from, the candid photos of other wielders in Daybreak Town. Just glimpses of their everyday lives. Wielders with their Chirithys. Wielders at the beach. Wielders in pvp and wielders at the fountain. Even a few of wielders on the roofs of the town. She had always liked to be able to catch the orange-haired girl up there. There were a few of her, and Annora had made sure to keep her favorite of them. The girl had looked like an angel that day, ethereal on the background of the purple and pink sky.

There were just as many of her friends. Though some were harder to capture than others. It had been near impossible to catch Takiko without Kamiko holding him down. So Annora had made sure to keep one of the few she had captured of him, at ease and laughing and not glaring or making rude gestures towards the camera. He looked the best in the night time photos, underneath a backdrop of stars.

Kamiko liked photos. Annora had managed to take so many of her. In each one she shone brightly, with a wide smile and joy Annora could feel. It was hard to choose only one to keep. Annora had flipped through the photos for hours, before she settled on one where she stood on a cliff filled with wild flowers at sunset. One of the few days she had time to humor Annora’s photoshoot ideas. In the setting sun Kamiko had glowed so brightly.

Of course she had to keep one of the twins together. Kamiko had begged Takiko to agree to it, and when he had Annora had jumped at the option. And the two of them together back to back with joined hands had been one of Annora’s favorites.

Jax was equally hard to capture as Takiko, though it was more because of his own nature to fade into the background rather than a conscious effort on his part. Annora had kept the one of him curled up in a window with a book, looking out over one of the city streets. He had caught her moments after she took the picture. Had said she was bordering on stalkerish with her camera. She couldn’t deny it.

Skuld had been in so many, Annora’s main companion in the end. Though she had always scolded Annora for not living in the moment. She kept an action shot of Skuld, battling against another party member in a friendly spar. A way to remember her fighting spirit.

Annora had no choice but keep the picture of their party. One of the few pictures she had kept. A reminder of who she had started as. Her arm thrown around Skuld as they stood proudly. The ones they had gathered together to fight against the war with them, all smiling just the same and laughing. Across all unions, across all odds they stayed together until the very end. And she would never forget them.

There were others from her time in Daybreak she had kept. Of Jax and his friends Annora suspected were foretellers, now that so much time had passed. Of beach days with the party. Of her own Chirithy. It was the largest stack she had kept. And Luxu had sighed with exasperation. But he took them. And sometimes, she would catch him looking at them with a wistful eye.

She didn’t have many of her time in the digital world. Only one she had managed to keep, against all odds. She had handed it off to Luxu before the world had completely fallen. Before she sacrificed herself. One of the Dandelion leaders together, just chatting around the table. Elrena was there too, standing sheepishly beside Lauriam, who sat at the table with a regal air. Brain was reclined back in his chair, saying something to Ephemer who was nodding along. Skuld and Ven were leaned together, trying to get a better look. Annora herself was in the corner of the frame, pointing the camera towards them all. She had been surprised it had turned out so well.

Scale pictures were chaotic. So many of the Baroque society. Of Remus and Freya and Nept. She had only been able to justify keeping one. And it was one of the few times she remembered feeling like she belonged, like they were really her friends.

There was a photo of Brain and his Chirithy and their ridiculous matching hats. One where they leaned over the railing, looking out over the city dramatically. After she had taken the photo she had told him she thought it was dramatic. And for a moment they squabbled and Annora felt less alone.

She wished she had been able to keep more photos of Xehanort on the island. Luxu had already sighed taking the photos from Scala from her. And storing them wherever he did until she asked for them. His scolding was half hearted. All the same Annora knew she had to be careful those she kept.

She had wanted to take photos of Xehanort as he grew. Of all the little milestones. Things she never would have believed she would care about. His first steps, his first lost tooth. All the days under the sun. She only kept two.

One when he was still just a child, and she could hold him in her lap and he would smile brightly. And he would listen to her stories and ask about their friends. Always theirs. He thought they were his just the same. The other when he was older, and it was nearing time for her to leave him. It was a simple photo of him looking at her with that quizzical look in his eyes. It was the best way she could think to capture him.

Annora was glad she had kept them, as she sat in the castle room. She flipped through them again and again. She would have to pick which ones she kept from this life. But she hadn’t made the same connections. It was really just her and Luxu. And he was the worst for photos.

“What are you looking at Zakey?”

Annora glanced up, fighting the urge to cringe at her new name. She couldn’t wait to be rid of it. She smiled seeing the young Heartless with dark hair. Yuki was still so young, so impressionable and wide eyed. She didn’t know her role in it all yet, though Annora was sure everyone but her did.

“Just some pictures I had lying around,” Annora said, forcing a smile. “Speaking of, how are you liking that camera?”

“It’s great!” Yuki said quickly, jumping slightly. “I don’t get a lot of chance to use it though. I’m always so busy.”

“You’ll make time,” Annora said. Yuki nodded, keeping her smile.

“I hope so,” Yuki said. “Does it help to remember?”

“Not really,” Annora admitted. “But even if it doesn’t help we should always remember. Reminds us why we do what we do. That’s why I keep all my photos.”

“Why do you do it?” Yuki asked tilting her head to the side.

“So what happened to us never happens again,” Annora answered softly. “Whatever the cost.”

[katyaromanoffpetrova]

A headcanon of mine.

Kat loves photography. She loves taking pictures anywhere anytime and pretty much always has a camera with her. If she doesn’t have a bag to carry it in she could use her phone but she prefers the feel of a camera.

I like to think maybe Tony made one for her as a birthday gift that has the same kind of mechanism as that glove from his suit in civil war. It may be a bracelet or something else but it turns into a camera so she can always have it with her.

She loves trying to capture the beauty in a world that otherwise seems so cold and cruel. Whether it’s a car she thinks looks cool or a tree that just looks so pretty in the sunset lighting. She loves to show Nat. She takes pictures of things she thinks her wife may like. A cool motorcycle, street art, anything. She loves coming home to share it with Nat. Because capturing the beauty is one thing, but sharing it with her favorite person just makes it better.

She also takes a ton of pics of Nat and Maya. Also Maya and Lyn. She loves capturing her favorite people. She has albums printed out dedicated to avengers meet ups, albums with just Nat. She makes one for Maya and Lyn for a birthday or anniversary.

Aww 🥺 I also maybe think she'd take all those pics bc she doesn't remember half her life bc of ✨️trauma✨️. She doesn't want to fear forgetting anything ever again, so she takes pics of everything. The gingers hate being in photos. Brooklyn loves it. She's always willing to model. And sometimes when she's having a shitty day, she'll grab one of her many albums and just flip through it until she's smiling again

[magratpudifoot]

I don't know how many LiveJournal alumni there are in these parts, but for those of you who weren't on LJ back in the early 2010s, there was a fairly large-scale art auction organized by users to benefit recovery and relief efforts after the Tōhoku earthquake and tsunami and the resulting Fukushima disaster. People offered fic, digital art, origami pieces, yarn crafts, commissions, whatever they could, and then the highest bidder donated their bid to one of the organizations vetted by the auction organizers.

One of the pieces that I got from this auction was a watercolor painting of a landscape photo of my choice. If my recollection serves, the person I was communicating with was an LJ user from the UK, but the actual artist was their grandparent who was located in Germany.

I sent a photo that I had taken on the beach near where I lived on the gulf coast of Florida. The photo may have been taken with a digital camera, but it is just as likely I used a flip phone. Either way, it was not a professional shot, and it was not a great photo, but it was important to me.

What I received was stunning, and I worked closely with my mother to find the right mat board--a lovely metallic copper that plays perfectly with the lighting effects in the piece.

(Forgive my photography, which is even worse on this crappy tablet than it was on my flip phone 15 years ago.)

A year or so later, this painting went with me when I moved to central Oklahoma for my failed grad school experiment a year or so after it was painted. It hung in my kitchen above my sink in my crappy apartment, keeping me company while I washed dishes and put off writing seminar papers. It was my lifeline on the days when I was so desperate to be back home that I would get excited to hear what I thought was rain, only to look out the window and see it was just dry leaves blowing across sidewalk.

And now, a decade later, I find myself far from home again, this time not in pursuit of a dream of something better, but instead evading fascist state politicians. And my painting of a quiet, stormy, glittering, peaceful beach at sunset hangs across from my bed, one of the first things I see each morning, one of the last things I see each night.

I think about the sandpipers and the crabs and the freedom of swimming out and out and out until the bottom falls away, bobbing there with a friend or a parent or a cousin and having the most beautiful conversations.

I think about getting off work, rolling up my slacks past my knees, and walking along the water as long as I wanted, January waves crashing into my bare ankles.

I think about sitting just beyond where the waves meet the shore until the sand shifts to accept you and the quick little fish flick up to say hi and tickle your toes and sometimes bring rays and other friends if you are patient enough and the tourists aren't too rowdy and the locals aren't fishing too close.

And I think about an incredible elder artist who wanted to offer aid in a crisis half a world away, who painted a scene she probably never had reason to visit in person, who has never known how much impact it had.

I believe this signature says "Lola Fleddermann". I hope your life has been beautiful and full of joy and peace and incredible art. And I hope all the same for your grandchild, who I spoke to so briefly so many years ago on a long-disused blog in time that feels very little like today.

Thank you.

[klarionthewizard]

Of all your headcanons for Boba, biting and photography is something I'd like to hear more of.

I just pictured Boba biting his lip with a scrunched face out of frustration because he can't bite cute booty in public.

Him casually and not so discreetly lowering his range finder that would serve as a multi-zoom/focus to take a picture of maybe a garland that makes a small residence cozy, frightening townsfolk thinking he'd blow it up.

He'd laugh softly to himself. Soft but devious like "yeah bitch, run. But let me take this pic real quick tho. Psyche! I'm not gonna blow shit up, I'm here to buy sweets."

I'm always down to ramble more!

Okay, so, the biting. I'm convinced Boba was a bitey little shit of a kid. He bit Jango. He bit the trainers. He bit the Kaminoans. And then he just. Never grew out of it. He nips at his lover's pulse. He bites a chunk out of his enemy's arm. He chews straws. He bites his own lip. Everything. It's just that sometimes, now that he's an adult and wearing his armor, his helmet gets in the way of the biting his enemies thing.

For the photography, I just really loved the idea of him lowering his scope and his business partners think he's checking for enemies or traps or the target but no. He's just seen a really pretty sunset/flower/weapon/ship and wants a picture of it. All of the pictures are stunning. He could win awards with them if he wanted. But he doesn't. He just keeps them on a datapad labeled pretty things and flips through them sometimes. It's not that it's embarrassing. But he's a galaxy class bounty hunter and he has a Reputation.

It's also very important to me that even warrior characters have something outside of fighting that they care about. Some sort of hobby or passion that doesn't have to do with violence, so that they're rounded characters when I write them. For Boba, that was photography, bc of the helmet and bc he's an observant dude, so he might notice all this cool stuff to take pictures and he travels so much around the galaxy that he can find cool stuff.

Although yeah, since he's using his helmet it probably does look like he's about to blow stuff up! And since it helps his rep, he's not about to disabuse anyone of the notion either!

[theemeraldforestafterdark]

No moon photos from me today. I didn’t manage to capture last year’s Flower Moon either. I actually feel like I wasted too much time today. The first hour or so was fine (some decent woodland photos and loads of wildlife including a bit of a sketchy encounter with an angry boar), but I should have quit early, I think. It was weird though, with the moon-gathering guy full-on cancelling the event today. This is the same guy that let a February edition of it go ahead in gale force winds... I headed to the gathering site in the woods and there was no one on arrival. I thought maybe some people might show anyway. Plus, the weather was fine at that point (and generally remained ok for a few hours). I was busy taking photos, when a witchy-looking girl appeared behind me. I assumed she had come to take part and had not got the message. She just said hi as she passed me and then left in the direction of the exit. And that was it for the moon gathering. That place was (and has) been weirdly void of people since mid April (there is an ancient site within that area that became super popular during and after the lockdown years). It is like the whole thing has flipped again - tourists and visitors in the Winter and no one in late April/May? I can’t keep track of what is “normal” anymore. So then it was podcasts, photography and a big loop/hike around that sector of the forest. Sunset was at 8.40pm, but I was killing time well before that. Then the rain started. Then there were some inhuman noises coming from the forest above me - deer I guess?? I don’t even know how to describe it. Then I decided to head back to the fields, which meant going back through boar pass... which was even more sketchy at twilight. Big black boar and their boarlets scattering everywhere... each boar more ragey than the last as they tried to protect their young. Then to the fields. Rain, cloud, no moon. A disappointed sense of a wasted evening on return.

[minnlahzz]

drew x male photographer.

requested

— FEMALE READERS DNI WITH THIS POST.

this guy was ass, and i hated him in the anime! the only thing enjoyable about him was the fact that i liked his roselia!! his thing with may was also funny to watch, but he's yk he's drew... i wrote these as headcanons, but since i barely know what this guy does (i suck at remembering) i made a scenario with 'em at the end!

— LOWERCASE INTENDED.

hmm, when thinking of drew he'd be pretty sassy and smug. when drew first spots you snapping photos of wild pokémon, his first thought is something like, “does this guy think he’s going to catch their best side?” he’s a bit smug, assuming you’re just another weirdo or somebody who only cares about fame. but when he notices the concentration in your eyes and the careful way you frame each shot, he starts rethinking things.

as he watches you photograph pokémon with genuine focus, he can’t help but be a little intrigued. drew thinks, “alright, maybe he actually knows what he’s doing.” this little realization sticks with him, and he becomes curious about what you see through the lens that makes you so passionate. he'll probably introduce himself in a weird way, like it sounds mean even though it's not. he'll even do a hair flip.

someone who does not wish to follow their dreams, or isn't confident in their talent is not worth his time. drew prides himself on his aesthetic sense, so when he sees your photos, he’s secretly impressed. “he captured roselia’s petals perfectly,” he thinks, starting to admire your talent. seeing how passionate you're to your hobby, that's probably what made him soften up to you and then start liking you.

drew will join you on your photo excursions, claiming he just wants a break from the contest scene. but it’s obvious he enjoys seeing your enthusiasm for photography. he’ll occasionally even point out great spots for capturing pokémon, trying to act like it’s no big deal.

when he’s practicing with roselia or flygon, you can’t resist snapping some shots. drew pretends he doesn’t notice, but he always tosses his hair or makes sure roselia is angled perfectly. your camera makes him feel like a celebrity, and though he’d never admit it, he loves it. this slowly grows into a habit, and drew starts standing around a little longer whenever you’re nearby with your camera, pretending he’s just hanging out. but he always makes sure to pose just right when his pokemon are with him, making it easy for you to take amazing shots. he’d deny it if you ever asked, though.

you have a few shots of drew when he’s genuinely smiling—no arrogance, no pretense. those moments are rare and precious, and drew will give a soft, appreciative smile when he sees them. It’s a reminder of how your love for photography brings out the best in him. he's not bothered that much with those hidden shots you made. like what i've said before, this guy loves to pose and his ego is high enough to support all of this.

whenever you’re unsure about a shot or want feedback, drew tries to support you in his own way. “it’s almost as good as one of my performances,” he’ll say with a smirk, but his sincerity shows through. drew would also totally brag about you to others (others being may and her gang) , even if he’d rather do it behind your back to save face.

—

you’re out exploring a grassy field at sunset, hoping to get some unique photos of pokémon in the golden light. drew tags along, claiming he’s there to “see what all the fuss is about.” but as usual, he’s subtly angling himself, making sure he’s ready in case you snap any pictures of him or his pokémon.

you spot a beautiful butterfree resting on a flower, wings catching the light perfectly. as you line up the shot, drew moves closer, watching over your shoulder. he’s clearly trying to act disinterested, but he can’t hide his curiosity.

just as you’re about to capture the perfect shot, drew (purposely) nudges your arm slightly, making you accidentally snap a picture that’s a little blurry. “oh, come on!” you complained, hitting him on the head.

“what?” drew says, grinning with a shrug. “i was just… helping.” he crosses his arms, trying to act innocent but clearly enjoying the reaction.

but the butterfree flies away, leaving you with just the blurry photo. determined, you turn your camera on drew instead. “fine, if you want to be in the spotlight that bad.”

drew was caught off–guard "HEY, THROW THAT AWAY."