#yes I know these gifs are a bit too saturated

[missanthropicprinciple]

I can think of no caption.

[nalyra-dreaming]

Are there types of scenes you wanna see, even if they're not necessarily on the books? Like, maybe something you saw on a movie or just your own idea? Can be something in terms of acting or other technical details, like having a rotational effect or something. I personally want an almost kiss. I'm a slowburn trash and is so hard to get that nowadays with the shorter seasons. I miss that tension and yearning that feels like they're in physical pain because they just wanna kiss lmao. Before it was a hug, but now they already gave me my favorite hug scene ever. But I also hope they keep experimenting from a more technical pov. The 2x03 episode when they're doing the play, they're all having that silent conversation to get Armand to kill Louis and all actors are reacting from different sides of the venue... That was so good and I've never seen anything like it? Or 2x05 and 2x07 that felt like a whole play. It must be so hard to play an actor doing a performance while having a telepathic conversation, or without being able to look at your scene partners and just these very long monologues/dialogues... I hope they keep doing that. This thing they did with the muted mics on the hug was brilliant too and now I feel like it's become their thing. I hope they do it more (without saturating it ofc). The fact Loustat has that before Louis is turned and Claudeleine has it too feels like important to me. Like, you know a relationship is that big when they have secret words. I mean, that's entirely my take and nobody said that, but I just find it sweet to look at it that way. But anyway, wbu?

I want something similar to the "silent conversation"... only it's not needed:

I want Louis and Lestat fall in sync. Not just their heartbeats, but their actions, words and motions. They have that in them, this not-even-a-glance-needed-and-we-kiss-after scenes.

I think that's still a bit off... :) But that is what I want.^^

And yes, I'm a sucker for hungry almost-kisses as well, so yes, gimme, then again...

This kiss. *fans self*

[darlingdekarios]

to the stars.

rating: explicit. 18+ only. length: 3,976 content: Cassian Andor x f!reader, reader is an Imperial turned spy, dark themes [major death], porn with plot, established "relationship", smut [thigh riding, fingering - receiving, unprotected p in v], kink(s) [spit, overstimulation, choking, scratching, biting]

he will think of you every time he looks to the stars.

“They’re going to kill you tomorrow, which has changed our plans quite a bit.”

The cell door closed behind you, offering privacy with the rebel contained within the walls that surrounded him. He looked up at you from between his brown locks that seemed to grow messier by the day – they’d certainly grown longer in his time spent mostly within the captivity the cell offered. His deep, brown eyes found their way to yours, his own full of questioning at your surprise visit.

“How much is quite a bit?” He questioned, raising upward to sit on the bed rather than remain on his back. 

“Quite a bit,” you repeated, hands folded firmly behind your back and face saturated in seriousness. He hated seeing you on edge like this. “I have rigged three explosions on board — one in the hangar bay, one close enough to the bridge to make them nervous, and one…well, here. So hopefully they think you’re dead.”

You were brave, fearless even; if Cassian thought hard enough about it, he may even call your reckless abandon for your wellbeing stupidity, if he didn’t know it was because you just cared so much. Despite the recklessness you regularly showcased it had yet to prevent you from displaying competency — if you set out on a task, you would see results. He’d known of you before he even found himself in his current position – the Imperial General turned Rebel Spy – but no stories could compare to seeing you in the flesh and watching you work.

“What sort of ship did you get?”

“No ship – an escape pod. The explosions are to distract from that.”

“I don’t like the sound of this plan,” he stated, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair. “There’s too much risk, too much left to chance. We should talk about it more.

“I don’t like the sound of you dying tomorrow,” you replied, always quick with a rebuttal. He often wondered if you had intended to be a politician in another life, though he never asked. It was painful for many to dwell in the past, as he expected was the case for you. It was something he could understand. “The plan stays as it is. Have hope, Cassian.”

He nearly relented at the soft reassurance in your voice, at how despite you were clearly just as anxious as he was finding himself you still sought to soothe him. “If they know who organized this,”he began, shaking his head slightly despite his dissipating nerves. “They will kill you.”

“Yes. They will,” you replied matter of fact, having accepted the words already. You’d been doing this long enough to know what a plan like this meant, and he wasn’t even privy to all the details like you were. You knew it would be an argument regardless – holding back some of the information was better for both of you. “We’ll both just have to bring our best.”

“It’s too risky,” he refused to relent, his head shaking firmly again.

“It’s all we’ve got, Cass.”

The silence lingered as he allowed your words to soak in, as his brain tried to quickly think of anything else the two of you could attempt. With just a little more time the two of you could come up with something so much better, so much less reckless – but the time had run out.

“When?” he finally conceded, eyes meeting yours again. There were so many things that he wanted to say to you, so many kindnesses he had intended to thank you for and hadn’t gotten around to.

“First thing in the morning. I’ll come to you when it’s time.”

Months of this were coming to an end. Months of late-night unauthorized visits ending with Cassian buried in you, losing himself in the reprieve you offered from whatever his day had forced on him. Months of both of you pretending that the solace you found in one another was nothing more than a temporary distraction. Soon, though – sooner than expected – he would no longer be able to lose himself momentarily in the bliss of your body. He wanted to tell you everything he admired about you, so many things he wanted to ask, so many things he wanted to know. 

It was cruel of the galaxy to bring you together this way, but the fact was unsurprising – cruelty was an old friend to you both.

“What will you do until then?” He broke the silence as you turned to leave, holding a breath as he awaited your response. It seemed selfish to ask for what he wanted given how much you were risking for him today, but he hoped your heart yearned for the same as his in 

“My job. Everything must seem normal for this to work.”

“Is it not your job to interrogate me, Captain?” Despite everything, you couldn’t hold back the light smile that formed on your lips as you turned to face him again. He leaned against the wall with one hand resting behind his head, his other hand resting on his thigh as his eyes sought yours out again. The smug expression he so-often wore with you had returned; his lips slightly upturned in a smirk as he patted his thigh twice firmly. “Interrogate me, then.”

There was no use in arguing, because any quarrels you may have presented would be false: you wanted this time with Cassian again before he was ripped from you. Perhaps it was irresponsible, but it didn’t matter – your feet carried you to the bed with no argument. As you climbed into the bed and into his lap, he immediately removed his hand from behind his head, raising it instead to cradle the side of your face and lead you close to him as the other found its regular position on your hip. Your lips chased his, claiming one another in a soft but heated kiss that felt so right it mirrored the cosmos’ aligning stars. His lips parted before yours, desperate for the kiss to reflect his need for you – desperate to commit the feeling to memory on the chance this was the last kiss you’d share for a while. 

You’d seated yourself onto one of his thighs due to your quickened, desperate movements and while the kiss deepened by the swipe of his tongue across the seam of your lips, your hips shifted in response, a rush of heat flooding to your core. Cassian knew that movement, recognized the hitch to your breath and the whisper of a moan that was swallowed into his mouth, and it ticked the corners of his lips up into a smirk. Removing his hand from your cheek and sliding his tongue against your own he trailed his fingers down your body until his thumb connected with the sensitive bundle of nerves at your core through the grey pants you wore. You had to pull away from the kiss to moan, your hands suddenly grasping his shoulders to steady yourself as your eyes squeezed shut at his unexpected movement – the exact reason he'd done it. He loved the face you made when he took you by surprise and couldn’t wait to do it in more ways that weren’t restricted by a cell.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead before gliding his lips downward to your neck, pressing gentle kisses as he slowly rubbed a circle with his thumb attached to you. You whined then, eyes fluttering open to a hooded, darkened gaze as you sought his face, finding the softest smirk played on his lips. Your ground your core against his thigh, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as he pressed a kiss to the spot he knew was the most sensitive on your neck.

“Kriff, Cassian,” you moaned, your head rolling back as you began to rub your dripping core on his thigh in slow, intentional movements, gasping when it changed the pressure on your clit. 

“I know,” he murmured, pulling your ear lobe between his teeth and guiding your hips back and forth with his tight grip on your waist. “I can feel how wet you are already. Were you wet when you walked in here?”

“Yes,” you gasped your confession, one of your hands sliding to the back of his head and gripping his hair slightly, pulling a groan from his chest. His thumb began rubbing faster circles, pressing against the sensitive nub harder to coax you closer to release. “I didn’t…think I’d get…get to fuck you again.”

A soft chuckle rumbled through him, his head raising to look at your face – cheeks flushed, lips parted, and so fucking beautiful for him already. “That’s what you’re worried about, hmm? Letting your dirty rebel fuck you again?” You could only nod in response. “Not giving you my cock until you cum just like this, Captain.”

You whimpered quietly as he claimed your lips again but found that soon with the combined pressure against your core from his muscular thigh and his pointed attention on your clit, it didn’t take long for your legs begin to shake. As your first orgasm rushed through you moaned into his mouth, pulling his hair slightly as you clung to anything you could to stable yourself. 

When you’d finished your release, he wasted no time stripping you, tossing the clothes to the side before he knelt in front of the cot, leaning to trail kisses up your thigh. You whined at his gentle kisses; his hand spread your thighs before he reached to run two of his fingers through your folds, gathering the wetness that had flowed from you moments ago. 

“Look at how wet you are for me,” he mused, leaning forward to repeat the action through your folds with his tongue with a low groan. He flicked his tongue against your now overly stimulated clit, smiling as you moaned out his name. “This is what I think about all day in this cell when you’re not here.”

He had no words for you then, the only sounds from his mouth his grunts and groans as he devoured every inch of your cunt, savoring how you tasted and hoping it would linger in his mind. Soon enough he slipped two of his fingers into your wet heat, focusing his mouth’s attentions on your clit to hurriedly coax another orgasm from you. You slid a hand to his head, fingers lacing in his hair and tugging slightly as he sucked on the over sensitive nub, a loud groan sounding in his chest as you moaned his name. 

Pumping his fingers into you and curling them to massage against just the right velvety patch in your walls after already orgasming once was too much. Within minutes he had your thighs shaking again, your eyes brimming with tears as a second wave of euphoria washed over you, this secondary wave sending a rush of liquid to his waiting tongue, Cassian drinking in the nectar he’d earned like it was the holiest of communions.

When he’d finished cleaning your still dripping folds, he raised his face back to yours, kissing you deeply as he worked himself free of the uniform he’d be glad to be rid of soon. You took the momentary reprieve to return his kiss as well as you could, breathlessness creating a level of difficulty you were more than willing to ignore for him. When he was free of the uniform you took your cue to begin rolling to your stomach so he could take your cunt from behind as he always did – but today, Cassian’s firm grasp on your waist halted you.

“No, no, no…today I’m looking into your eyes while you take my cock,” he breathed out, basking under the blush that overcame your cheeks and the flash of adoration and confusion in your eyes. Settling between your thighs again he fisted his cock, rubbing the velvet tip through your folds with a quiet, appreciative hum. 

As he slid into you a groan was pulled from his chest, his head throwing back briefly before he righted himself to watch his cock disappear into you, connecting a thumb to your clit again to pull a desperate cry from you. When he’d rocked his hips all the way forward and buried every inch of himself in you, he gave moved the thumb in a slow circle to soothe you, shushing you quietly as he ground his hips into yours. 

“You don’t understand how fucking pretty your pussy looks taking me,” he breathed out before moving on to what he really wanted, pulling his cock from you only to piston it back into you at a desperate, rough pace. Your hips would certainly be bruised tomorrow. “Open your mouth.”

Barely within reason from overstimulation you could only nod, your eyes hooded and drunk on him as he lifted your hips higher to thrust into you at a better angle, leaning forward and awaiting you to follow his instruction. You opened your lips for him as soon as you’d registered the words and he smirked before spitting into your mouth, the taste of his spit mixed with your lingering arousal covering your tongue. He removed one of his hands from your hips to grasp your neck gently, nodding as his thrusts slowed for a moment – only a moment. 

“Swallow,” he instructed again, groaning when you closed your mouth to do as he told and savoring the feeling of you swallowing beneath his hand. He leaned forward to kiss you as his thrusts picked up speed again, immediately claiming your mouth with his tongue. A look of confusion crossed his face as you pulled away from the kiss.

“Choke me,” you breathed out, raising one of your hands to cover his on your throat with a nod. His eyes flashed with something almost uncertain for a moment before you gave his hand a light squeeze, melting away the reluctancy and melding it into desire. His eyes darkened impossibly, his hand applying the perfect amount of pressure to barely affect your air flow, enjoying how your mouth fell open again and your eyes rolled back, your thighs already shaking around his waist. Though no sound came, a third orgasm washed over you, your walls clenching down around him and pulling a moan from his chest. He released his pressure when your walls loosened again and leaned forward to spit in your mouth once more before trailing his kisses down to your neck, immediately biting a mark where he knew it would be hidden by your collar. 

Your own hands found a home on his back, scratching down the skin and raising marks – perhaps even drawing a little blood, neither of you cared – as he continued to plant kisses along your neck, his pace unrelenting as he chased more – as much as he could pull from you. The marks you left on one another would serve as a painful reminder of what was to be missed when the two of you were separated. 

When he finally raised his head to look at your face he was met with the sight of your eyes welling up in tears again, the overstimulation finally winning. “Are you going to cry for me, baby?” He cooed, slowing his movements for a moment.

“It’s too much, Cass,” you whimpered, the tears finally spilling over and down your cheeks. He leaned forward to kiss them away on each side, though his gentle action was contrasted by his hard pace beginning again.

“It’s not too much, you can take it,” he cooed, his words broken with breathlessness as sweat began to drip from his brow and onto yours. “I know what you can take.”

He changed his angle again slightly to piston the head of his cock against the sensitive patch within you, his thumb now rubbing figure eights on your clit. Supporting you with his thighs he released his other hand, raising it to his own mouth to suck on it briefly before he lowered it to your backside, teasing the tight ring of muscle with the tip of the wet finger for a moment before he slipped it in, smirking as a borderline scream came from your mouth. Thank the stars the cell had been sound proofed for…”torture sessions” long ago.

“I’d take this tight little hole too if your cunt wasn’t so perfect,” he breathed out in his native language though you couldn’t understand him, leaning downward again to press a kiss to your lips. “Next time.”

Your tears were flowing freely now, unpreventable as he began to move the finger in your ass in time with his thrusts into your now well-fucked pussy, his own noises becoming desperate and unhinged as he held off his own release to prolong this as long as he could. Overwhelmed by all of it, by all of Cassian, you could only moan between quiet sobs of over pleasured joy, large tears flowing down your cheeks as you stared up into his face in adoration. Though it was impossible to focus you could quietly hear Cassian shushing you, cooing you into relaxation and attempting to soothe your tears.

“You can take it,” he reminded as he added a second finger to your ass, groaning as your walls clenched around him again and another orgasm rushed through you, your eyes squeezing shut just as tight as your walls clenched around him.

Though he’d always made a conscious effort not to, he was also beyond reason, and the feeling of your walls choking his cock like this had him spraying his own release into you, a groan from his mouth quieted as he crashed his lips into yours. As he finished painting your walls with his seed he kissed you slowly, intimately, like he wanted this to be the kiss both of you remembered. You were certain you would.

When you’d both come down enough, he rolled to lay next to you, watching your chest heave up and down mirroring his own. “I shouldn’t have done that,” he breathed out, obviously referencing where he’d opted to finish. “Was stupid.”

“It didn’t feel stupid,” you managed out between breaths, opening your eyes to flash him a playful look. He couldn’t help but laugh a little, wrapping an arm around your side and pulling you closer to press a kiss to the tip of your chin, then the tip of your nose, then your forehead. 

“Nothing ever feels stupid with you.”

The hours that passed next to him were blissful, lying on your sides facing one another as your fingers ran through his hair gently, both of you savoring the feeling. It was as if Cassian didn’t blink a single time, seeking to memorize every detail of your face. While you would have been more than content to lay in perfect silence with him, he insisted you talk – about your home planet, about your family, about anyone you had ever cared for so he could remember your voice; so he could remember you.

“But what about you?” he questioned when the time finally came to separate, his fingers lightly brushing your jaw in a soft embrace. His eyes, the same that had looked at you with such disdain not so long ago at all, now held you with such reverence it was hard to look into them for too long – to be faced with how highly he thought of you knowing how you deserved to truly be seen. 

“There’s only room for one,” came your simple reply, the five words carrying more weight than any small sentence had on him before, crushing his heart into his chest. Still, he had to believe there was hope. There always had to be.

“When will I see you again?” 

His forehead leaned to yours, his brow pressing into yours as though he was trying to meld the two of you together, to force you to be with him until the end. The galaxy was cruel, a lesson you’d both learned long ago in such different ways, and this moment could not be forever. Nothing so pure as love could blossom under the conditions the two of you had grown in. 

“Whenever I look to the stars I will see your face, Cassian Andor,” you breathed, your hands coming to rest on the sides of his neck. Your fingers, normally so steady and certain and calculative, were shaking against his skin, your nerves unhidden for once. Now was not the time for barriers – now was the time to be vulnerable, to show someone the parts of you that had been hidden away for so long.

He closed the distance between the two of you, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that carried much more with it than any other had. As he cherished the feeling of your soft lips against his own, he tasted the salt that filled your tears. Without breaking the kiss, he brushed a thumb under one of your eyes, collecting the tears that gathered there. He had to wonder if the tears were for him, because you didn’t want to be separated from him – or if they were simply because when he was gone, so would everyone on the base that truly knew you. He supposed it didn’t matter. 

He broke the kiss to lean his head against yours again, inhaling the scent that surrounded you that he hoped he never had to forget. Hope – he had to have that trademark hope that he so often spoke of – to not resign himself to the mental misery of accepting that he would never see you again. To pretend this could end in anything but was a fallacy, it only made sense that he had to lose you, too – that was the overarching theme of his life. Loss. There were so many things he wished to say, to express, to confess, but none of them came. 

You had grabbed his shirt at some point in the embrace and now, though every cell in your body begged you not to, you pushed him through the open door of the escape pod, your eyes finding the last bits of comfort in his. Before you could pull your hand away, he captured it in one of his own, raising it to his lips to press a gentle kiss to your knuckles. His eyes pleaded with you with words he couldn’t bring himself to speak.

You wanted to be this new version of yourself - perhaps the version that had always been begging to come out - beside him. But it was one of you or neither of you, and Cassian Andor was far more important to the galaxy than you would ever be.

You couldn’t stop yourself from stepping forward again to brush your fingertips against his jaw, pulling your other hand free of his at the moment a familiar, electric breathing filled the room. 

“Traitor,” came the robotic voice of Darth Vader, your feet carrying you backward and away from Cassian before it was too late. As the door to the pod closed as did your windpipe, the force constricting your breath. From Cassian’s view he could see the man behind you with one solitary hand raised, his helmet hiding the monster beneath. 

His fists slammed to the window on the pod in front of him, obvious yelling leaving his mouth as he pounded the glass. The tears in your eyes streaked down your cheeks faster, and despite it all a relieved smile flashed on your face. Your lips moved with words he could not hear as your shaking fist connected with the button before you, sending the pod and the man within free. Though the words weren’t heard, he could read them on your lips as he’d practiced many times before now. 

 “To the stars.” 

masterlist. star wars masterlist.

[anewp0tat0]

AAAAHHHHH!! CONSIDER MY SHIT FLIPPED!! THE BLACK BUTLER LIVES! What are your thoughts on the new art style?

BRO I'm with you, flipped like that pancake I managed to throw half out the pan😩 I still can't believe. best Monday every fr.

and ooo thanks for the question, I wanna hear your thoughts after this👀 I've already said a little bit about this in the tags of some other posts, as well as touched on it in my master post of the crew, but I suppose I may give a big final answer(for now, from this teaser).

judging the art alone, not the fact that we get a new anime or anything exciting like that, just the art alone... it's very pretty!

yea this is very pretty. the kid looks great, small and good, and his hair looks feathery and neat, so I approve. I think they nailed his general proportions, I think they'll do a great job at keeping them consistent during episodes! the image to the right does looks a tiny bit like a 3d asset, which is a bit jarring compared to the previous anime style, but I'm flexible towards this change. even if he looks like a video game cutscene character, I usually love cutscenes!!

but here's the drama I'm sure you're here for. yes, unfortunately, there are some wee things that I don't love as much🤏

the first thing, it really doesn't matter and I should shut up about it now... but YOU asked so ajdjfksksk why did they have to shrink sebs jaw cmon my favorite art of him ever was during the Greenwitch arc so don't tell me I'll NEVER be able to see that style of him animated😫 I just like prominent features man. I know he's meant to be pretty but but but....

ah okay. heres the main thing that I think most people may agree with.

these are two screenies of sebster from the teaser. honestly, as ☆luxurious☆ as his lashes are, I'm not a fan of the left image. the airbrush on his hair feels a tad overdone. I love the attention to detail, especially in the one on the right, it shows a lot of love! but there's just something about it that's a bit off for me.

and I think after 24 hours I've finally figured it out: it's the colors.

the realization started to hit me when I saw my favorite edit so far here by @ashxketchum. the colors have been edited to be much more saturated and warm. and I think this is exactly what is missing here.

I even tried my own hand at it, and yea personally, I think slapping a saturation, tint, and just a BIT of contrast on the whole thing can do numbers on it.

already I like it(no I'm not just praising my own work, it's not the best edit out there I did it in 30 secs). I think the reason for this is because the background is very rich in contrast and warm tones, so the characters(particularly sebastian who is all black) stand out when they are muddy and low contrast. I love stylistically when contrast is high, but that's just a personal thing, and I shouldn't hold a studio to those standards.

I tried it for the poster too though, which again I felt was a bit off. official art has never been the most top tear, and the poster is GOOD, the background is awesome and the two peeps looks amazing. but my problem with it was clear once I did another color edit.

(edit on the right)

again, I feel like everything was very muted in the left original, not to mention a tad monochromatic. I really think a kick of contrast and hue could do wonders.

BUT. I know that at the end of the day, it's not a big deal. I don't really care. would it make my day or whole year if they slapped a color filter on it, or continued to work on the color grading of the scenes? probably yea! but my opinion isn't obsolete, and most of all, I look forward to and respect the artists decisions.

so no I'm not "fixing" the art😅😒.

and finally, I think this is awesome:

(I had forgotten but this gif is edited by @kilruas from this post)

GORGEOUS. could it turn some people off cause it's mostly cg? maybe. idc though. gorgeous. gimme some of that beverage.

sorry for the rant, hope it's what you wanted! I think that's everything... I like it 85%!

[syn-synn3rs]

Some short of my Au lore (Hecatomb)

Notice of reference to sensitive topics such as death (you don't have to read it if you don't want to)

First, the shapes can die

Can be for:

•old •accidental • killed

•intentional • Provoked

The basic deaths I mean

But there are ways to tell if a form is dead and for how long:

-If their color changes to a grayer one, they die a few hours or days ago

- If this is not the case and they are completely gray in color, they have been dead for 1 year or more.

× Shapes with a dark or fairly close color are not dead, but have a different way of distinguishing them

- Predator shapes (red, and pinks) and normally the preys (purple, blue, orange, etc) don't have much difference in the color when they die (at least once after a year since this) / don't mind me of this, this other thing I explain later, exactly the predator and prey part

×There is no way for a living shape to be gray or minimally gray without being dead

-Clearly the dead shapes have no way of moving since their systems (nervous and muscular) can no longer function. It can also smell very bad.

Now some examples of these cases..

First light color shapes ( One pink and one blue)

PINK shapes:

Using my form of Fox for the example of light pink shapes during decomposition

You can see in the first days of death, they present a slight change of color and go for one more gray

And in more than one year of death they are now totally grey and now there's no more pink color in the skin

OTHER shapes (I used Blue in the two):

The same thing happens in this one as in the bright pink one, so let's skip that explanation

Using my form of logic gatekeeper for this too

Now, dark color shapes (one red and one blue)

This is a bit of the reference of one of my OC's

You can see he has light lines but that doesn't matter in the example, that lines disappear when is dead that's why I'm going to skip them

The dark tone of the skin in the first days of dead get in a saturated bright color that is not even normal in a bright shape too

And then, it again turns to a gray color but in this case this process is longer, it is after 2 to 3 years that they take this color due to the large amount of melanin in their body, it will take a long time for all traces of this to disappear.

The same with the other dark colors:

In this case the bright color of the death gets a little more natural but you can assume it is dead because he's not moving and has the eyes open in an unnatural expression

Yeah, another level form

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_

And yes, the blood in all shapes are like...

-If is a type of pink(red, blue, orange, yellow, green, white) the blood is pink (red, blue, orange, yellow, green, white)

In theory it is the color of its race

Well that's all, I wanted to put this before starting to continue with page 8 and finishing the prologue (there's still a little bit left for that)

Yes, a lot of text, I know

[highfunctioningflailgirl]

Damage Control - 1x08 Bugs

Although Dean isn’t happy about losing the steam shower, they decide to get out of the bug-infested neighborhood and spend the night in a motel instead. The bugs seem to have disappeared with the arrival of dawn, but the thought of a recurrence is too disgusting. They’re both still creeped out, itching and stinging all over, and, sitting in the Impala beside Dean, Sam can’t stop brushing at his hair and clothes as if the insects were still crawling all over him. 

“Stop scratching!” Dean swats at Sam’s hands.

“I’m not. I’m just…” He shudders. “I really need to get out of these clothes and take a shower.”

“I know what you mean.” Dean takes a quick look at himself in the rearview mirror and plucks a dead bug from his spiky hair. “Blech. Disgusting.” Refocusing on the road, he gingerly runs a hand along a growing welt on his neck. 

Sam studies him and notices more welts on his brother’s face.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asks. “You look pretty swollen up.”

They both got stung multiple times, but Matt had assured them that - unless they were allergic - a normal, healthy adult could tolerate up to one hundred bee stings before things got truly dangerous.

“Itches like a sonovabitch,” Dean replies. “And I think one got me in the ass.” He shifts uncomfortably. “But yeah, I’m fine. Or no worse than you, I guess.”

“You sure about that?” Taking a closer look at his brother, Sam discovers more angry-looking stings on his hands and forearms, red and puffy, and he thinks he sees a sheen of sweat on Dean’s forehead.

“I’m a little… I don’t know… dizzy, maybe. Hot. Were there fire ants there as well?” He scratches at his arm, laughing unconvincingly.

Sam shakes his head. He’s uncomfortable himself, at least a dozen bee stings prickling and itching on his face, neck, arms and ankles, everywhere the little petsts had found a patch of exposed skin. But he’s not nearly as swollen and pasty as Dean looks.

“Dean. Could you be allergic?”

“Against bees?” Dean huffs, sounding a bit wheezy. “No. Course not.” 

Sam frowns. “Well, I’m not so sure.” 

“That’s ridiculous.” Dean scrunches up his face which only emphasizes how increasingly disfigured he’s looking. “Don’t be a drama queen. I’ve been stung before, and I’ve never–” He clears his throat and swallows hard. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t sound fine.” Sam’s getting nervous now. His brother’s voice has become hoarse and throaty. “Are you breathing okay? I really think we should get you checked out. This could be– whoa!”

The car swerves as Dean blinks and coughs dryly.

Sam reaches in and steadies the steering wheel. “That’s it! Stop the car, Dean! I’m taking over!”

For a moment, Dean seems to consider mutiny, but he’s clearly off now, even a little shaky, and he lets the Impala roll to a stop. Sam hurries to switch seats, pushing his clammy and hard-breathing brother to scoot over to the passenger site. “Hang in there, bro,” he tells him, cell phone pressed to his ear to find out the location of the nearest hospital. 

Luckily, it’s not too far. By the time they get there, Dean is wheezing like an asthma patient and barely able to walk. The twenty-three bee stings they find on him are all swollen to hell, Dean’s blood pressure and saturation are in the tank, and two minutes later he’s hooked up to an IV pumping him full of steroids and antihistamines, an oxygen mask strapped to his face.

It takes a full, scary hour until he starts to improve, the ER team’s hectic activity around him only calming down when his breathing eases up and his vitals normalize.

“He’s gonna be okay now, right?” Sam nervously asks one of the nurses who has taken him aside to check his own bee stings and take his blood pressure.

The woman smiles reassuringly at him. “Yes. You brought him here in time. He’s gonna be just fine.”

Sam exhales in relief. “Will he have to stay?” 

She removes the cuff from his arm and jots something down on a clipboard. “I’m sure the doctor will want to keep him here for at least a few more hours. You’re fine, by the way.” She gestures at his chart. “Then you can take your brother home. And this.” She opens a drawer and pulls out an object that Sam recognizes immediately. 

“An EpiPen?" he says, stunned. A college buddy of his with a severe peanut allergy had carried one of these on him at all times.

“Your brother’s had quite the allergic reaction,” the nurse says, serious now. “Might have been the large number of stings. Or the specific type of bee. You never know. Next time he gets stung, you keep a close eye on him. Use this if he shows symptoms. And then get him to an ER. Got it?”

Sam nods. “Yes. Got it. Thanks.” He takes the pen and pockets it, already thinking about where to keep it in case of emergency. Knowing that Dean will do his best to lose it. His brother hates feeling weak. 

The nurse dabs Sam’s most prominent stings with a soothing ointment before letting him go back to Dean. 

He’s sitting up, the oxygen mask gone, but still looking groggy, absentmindedly picking at the medical tape holding his IV in place. Red welts still blemish his cheeks and forehead, and his eyes are puffy, but he has some color back and is no longer wheezing.

“Hey.” Sam waves awkwardly. 

“Hey.” Dean sounds like himself again, too, only very tired.

“Feeling better?”

“Yeah.” Dean blinks drowsily. No wonder, with all the antihistamines they gave him.

“The nurse said they’ll keep you here for a few more hours. I thought I’d go and find us a place to stay, then come back pick you up when you’re cleared. What do you think?”

Dean lets his head sink back into the pillow and closes his eyes. “I think…”, he mumbles. “I think that I hate bees.” 

“I hear you.” Sam cracks a sympathetic smile. 

Now that Dean’s better, he feels the tension leave his body. He’s relieved and exhausted at the same time. What a crazy twenty-four hours it’s been. They’re used to facing off with monsters of all kinds, but a vengeful mega swarm of insects? And then Dean, his invincible tank of a big brother, almost getting felled by anaphylactic shock? Unwittingly, Sam grabs his forehead in delayed disbelief.

“Sammy?” His brother’s voice. Dean’s cracked his eyes back open and is frowning at him. “Dude, you look wiped out. Why don’t you go, find that motel and catch a few zees. Text me the address and I’ll get a cab when they’re cutting me loose.”

If Sam needed any indication that Dean’s on the mend, it’s this - his brother’s worry radar swinging back to him rather than worrying about his own health. Sometimes he wishes he knew why Dean cared so little about himself. Of course, their father had not exactly taught them self-care beyond the basics. But he’d appreciated their skills - or at least Dean’s - and his worth as a hunter. He’d raised his sons - Dean - into strong, independent, self-confident men. And yet, Dean always put other people first. Why?

“You’re not taking a cab, Dean!” he says adamantly. “I’m picking you up. And that’s not a discussion!”

Dean’s eyebrows arch. “Alright, fine. Have it your way, Nurse Ratched. Now buzz off!”

“Haha. Funny.” 

Sam waves dismissively at his brother and turns around to leave. Dean’s cracking stupid jokes again. All’s going to be well.

On his way out, Sam slides his hand into his jacket and makes sure that the EpiPen is securely stored in his pocket.

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[linameka]

Tagged by @foralleternityidiot (I've been thinking about this for days and was gonna tag you, but you beat me to it!) This took me so long because choosing just 10? Impossible!

Also, as I did this, I noticed my answers were different between characters and actors, so maybe I'll do a character one too...

I'm gonna follow your rules, cause then maybe it'll be narrowed down! The rules aforementioned: "I'm gonna give myself a challenge to make it even more stupidly hard to choose. First, I'm only going to look BL pairings in which I'm into BOTH guys in a pairing. Then, I have to choose ONE. For funsies. I'll probably cheat" me too bestie lol.

I'm also gonna stick to thai boys also, just like you! But these are in no particular order.

1. Noeul Nuttarat - All Noeuls are Good Noeuls, but Blonde Noeul really did something to me

2. Khaotung Tanawat - First is my sweetbbyangelboy (and so is Khaotung!) but I only want one of them carnally.

3. Apo Nattawin - one of the few men that @foralleternityidiot and I have always agreed on, and that's saying something bc we have wildly different taste in men normally!

4. Tay Tawan - On of my first bl boy crushes (along with a few others on this list), hes hot yes, but also a complete sweetie with such a nice smile and the demi in me is so attracted to that!

5 and 6. OffGun - Look, I can't possibly choose. Gun is one of my original faves and @foralleternityidiot knows how sexy I find him, but Off snuck up on me! His scene as girl!Maitinee in I'm Tee Me Too awoke something in me.

7. Mix Sahaphap - I was always more of an Earth person, though I loved Mix's role in 1000stars, I didnt get the hype. Then I saw him in Moonlight Chicken and he blew my mind! So sexy! And he's said he's most similar to Wen so...🫠

8 and 9. BounPrem - This was almost just Prem, because he came for me out of nowhere, even though I've been into Boun for ages, but I simply couldn't leave Boun behind!

10. James Supamongkon - James is my non-demi pick, cause I don't know much about him, but he's so scintillating to me!!

Honorable mentions: Jeff Satur (partner too young-seeming for me, but JEFF 🫠), Mark Pakin, Neo Trai, Drake Sattabut, Fourth Nattawat, Mike Chinnarat, Perth Nakhun, War Wanarat (pottery wheel thirst traps 100% agree bestie! But I just dont know enough about YinWar to include him...yet!), Cooheart, Peat Wasuthorn, and P'Aof (lol). On a different day, you might've made the list!

No pressure tags: idk who has/hasn't been tagged in this game since I'm getting around to it a bit late, so like just tag yourself and pretend I did.

[a-bucket-of-trash]

Bonds Like Tree’s Roots- Kelvin x Female Reader – P9

P8

Tags: Fluff with some angst

That morning in the park was more than useful, there by the cool river, in the shade of the trees, eating some snacks and drinking good coffee, talking about what you two had experienced on the island. You were alone, there was no one around to hear you, so you could afford to discuss mutants and experiments on humans, without committing military illegality.

You needed that talk, there were things you didn't fully know, doubts, theories that you had speculated in all that time, discussing about you thought you had seen in the caves, but above all, talking about what had affected you the most physically, emotionally and mentally, how the constant attacks had made you susceptible to reacting negatively to any loud noise, how you thought you saw cannibals in the street when the sun went down, how you had been saturated last Halloween by seeing monsters everywhere, the nightmares that haunted your dreams, the little you had learned to deal healthily with all that, the little psychological therapy you had been offered. They were hours of mutual therapy that only stopped at noon, eating a generous lunch on the road.

"You know what…?" Said the ex-soldier, seeing you put away everything unnecessary after eating.

"What?" You looked at him, watching him roll up his hoodie better and use it as a pillow, lying down on the huge tablecloth that had been placed under a tree. "Ah, that's nice." You shook your head softly.

"We got up early, we're full, we’re sleepy" He patted his chest firmly "Come, take a liiiiittle nap"

"You're a bit of a fan of naps." You hesitated, sitting on the tablecloth.

"You don’t? We sleep like shit at night, we need naps… Cooooomeeee” He made a puppy face at you “Cuddles”

"Cuddly guy" You laughed softly, moving closer to lay down next to him.

"Come here!" He held you close, wrapping one arm around you, letting you use his chest as a pillow. “See? More comfortable"

"Mhm... A lot..." You smiled, hugging his waist, snuggling better "Is it my idea or are you getting thinner?"

“Relative…” He combed your hair with the hand that was behind you “After what happened to me with my family, I got very depressed and neglected myself a lot. Five months ago I realized I was in shit and was pretty fat from eating junk food on the couch so I started seriously taking care of myself. I lost weight, and now I'm spending extra time in the gym to define myself. I weigh about the same, but mostly muscle, which takes up less space. So, I'm thinner, but not lighter."

"Ah" You said, thinking "And for what?"

"What for what?" He got confused.

“I mean, do you do it for health? Hobby? Ego?"

“Yes” He laugh “All that. In addition, this is how I waste the adrenaline that I constantly generate due to my anxiety”

“Mmmm… that's good… I should do it too, I think I'm getting chubby” You grumbled.

"You look great, shut up and sleep" He squeezed you tightly against his torso.

You chuckled softly, hugging him a little closer, memorizing what his body felt like, your ego a little pleased to hear him dismiss the idea that you looked bad.

And he hadn't lied. He found you attractive to the bone and your body drove him so crazy that the other occupants of the hotel where he was staying already knew your name from the times he screamed in honor of you.

Little by little you both fell asleep, curled up under the tree, with the birds and the breeze singing a lullaby to you. But despite the fact that usually being together made the nightmares calm down, this time it was not the case for Kelvin, who began to dream of the cannibals' screams in the night, surrounding him in complete darkness.

Hearing him complain woke you up, and from the tense expression he wore, you were sure something not very good was lurking in his sleep, so you sat up, touching his face, calling gently to wake him up.

The nightmare had alerted his fighting instinct as a soldier, and one of your touches woke him up half abruptly, confused, wanting to defend himself immediately from the possible threat, giving you a firm blow to the shoulder to destabilize you, pushing you hard with his arm, basically throwing you to the ground, climbing on top of you, holding you and preparing his free fist to finish you off, not quite awake.

"Kelvin" You called him, a little scared "Kelvin it's me! Take it easy! It was a nightmare!"

Your voice finished bringing him back. He looked at you, recognizing you, realizing where he was, what was happening. He saw his own arm resting hard at the base of your neck, his fist raised, and he paled at the thought of what he'd almost done.

He pulled away immediately, as if he were a danger to you, taking a deep gasp, terrified that he had attacked you, disgusted with himself.

“I'm s-sorry… I'm sorry… I d-didn't… I didn't m-mean…” Kelvin sat up heavily, holding his head with both hands, apologizing over and over again.

“Don't worry, it was a nightmare, you reacted badly… It's very common in our case…” You sat close, wanting to touch him.

"Don't t-touch me..." He pulled away, cringing "No... I'm d-dangerous, I'm a loaded fucking g-gun... I don't want to h-hurt you, I don't want to, I don't want to" He started repeating your name over and over again as if was trying to focus, with anguish growing in his chest, gushing.

“Kelvin…” You called him sadly “You're not dangerous, you're just traumatized… Calm down… You're not going to hurt me, I know you won't”

"I have just done it!" He cried, squeezing his head with in his hands. "I'm a monster!" He looked at you, his eyes wide. “Hit me! I deserve you to hit me! Hit me!”

“Robert Keaton! Calm!" You raised your voice at him, hoping that his full name in a military tone would bring him back to his. You saw him stay still for a moment, his eyes fixed on you, paralyzed. "Focus, please" You spoke softly again, searching his eyes "It was accidental, I'm not mad at you, I'm not afraid of you... Can you try to calm down, Kel?"

Kelvin nodded, slightly less hysterical, getting up "I'm… I'm g-going to walk… and w-wash my face…" He saw you stand up to follow him "Leave me a-alone for a moment… p-please…"

You nodded, watching him walk towards the river, at a fast pace, as if his feet were as fast as his brain. You were going to give him some time to calm down, but you knew him a little, and he had the stupid habit, since always, of adding two tons of guilt to himself, even when it had been something silly. He had done it hundreds of times on the island, and you were sure he would do it again.

P10

[tau1tvec]

hi! i just want to ask if you have any tips with adjusting the color of cc lipstick in the sims 4? like, they look fine on lighter color sims and then i try and use them on my black sims and their lips look horribly ashy and weird. do you think upping the saturation or brightness would help?

Hooo boy, okay so I'll be honest... I absolutely loathe putting makeup on my sims, mostly bc my sims wear overlay skins, but also bc a lotta the makeup I wanna use is alpha, but I also don't use the HQ mod.

Either way, whether alpha or MM, I've realized that even with the makeup sliders, it's an absolute nightmare finding the right match for your sims that aren't light skin.

My only suggestion is try out different creators, there's a few out there I know of that create makeup specifically for darker skinned sims, and although they don't, I've recently been trying out cosimetic on TSR, and I haven't tried their lipsticks yet, but their eyeshadows and eyeliners work pretty well on Isa with a little tweaking. Picking a creator that adds darker, richer swatches helps a lot too, bc using pinks and purples will absolutely get you that ashy look, no matter how much you mess with the sliders. So look for palettes that include lots of peaches, browns, and reds. Choose these in the swatch picker, then use the sliders to get the shade you actually want.

Now regarding the sliders, yes, definitely mess with the saturation and brightness, the opacity slider also comes in handy, esp if you use overlay skins, or like to show a little of your sim's lip detail through the color, it'll also just smooth things out, and calm too bright of white shine, so I just highly suggest using it if even a little bit.

Once again I don't use makeup a lot on my sims, so I'm by no means an expert on this, but I hope this helps!

[unproduciblesmackdown]

had a hell of a time (good) bit ago watching elemental and feeling things including enjoying a film, great ride, i love a metaphor & anything vignettey (just living life, alongside but also including the [this is about the metaphor] threads), i do love it when a couple of fun people have an enriching dynamic that they enjoy and huaaaghwgh (good) & i liked the premise metaphor exactly as is for what it is for what it did with it & i liked overlaps & resonances w/other experiences i saw ppl perceive. i liked the way i was going oh my god that painting looks the way i feel b/c like navigating a complementary dynamic where what's holding one person back is what helps the other person along, vice versa, no interaction or relationship that develops by like having some [theoretically your trait/quality/behavior] contained in the other person, rather it being an interaction within yourself, such that i was going "i have this interaction Within Myself, right now, in life currently like always and the past years but also past months especially really, it's ongoing, i'm going Oh Goddamn Omg" scintillating to see it externalized as a conversation imagined by others. and also still different / more capacious on both ends than "wow Exactly that." feeling things going ohh my god. music is going for it so Noticeably. hot air balloon scene And track changing me with an immediate Resonance

easier when having fun but i was also like continually so hype gasping about intrigued about pointing at art direction decisions & execution and one especial element i was sooo noting was the use of Color b/c it's Really colorful like rainbow palette nigh constant noticeable saturation, And it was atmospheric, always readily visibly parsed, varying in styles but cohesive. the backgrounds babey, with obvious priority for working with a vivacious orange and/or blue. oh and the related use of Light like different visuals for different glows and just different effects and waugh....i collected mostly a bunch of bgs to point at often for that "look at the color design & atmosphere" but also so much more & foreground things big time too. semitransparent characters like bitch. the physics of fluid dynamics. optics like refraction like my God. i'm mclosing it and that these effects would be sooo prohibitively intensive w/o computer but it's so impressive w/computer and that Stylistic Decisions were made all over, it's clearly not ever simply just "oh this is what it'd 'realistically' look like if uhhh someone was made of fire or water" even as realism Based effects were employed for style and fun and our lives. the use of of course 2D animation / art conventions for style and effect and fun & our lives!!! maybe ember a bit too but wade has a whole like 2D style profile so the [curved droplet] shape always faces the camera, how are we doing that it's so cool & i love to see it. not to mention being transparent but also like clearly not!! first time i've properly thought about how inside of mouth 3D animation has Ever worked lmao

cut so i can go on & on (^ that's brevity up there lol) & post mostly various backgrounds to gesticulate at what i notice abt the use of color like oh my god. and some other things. laughed, cried, lived & loved like for real lol

oh my god

and like immediate intro theme going "oh my god blue and orange making Purple (magenta, pink) oh my god we're doing Additive Light with that holy shit yes"

so extra [!!!] about city nighttime shots especially. and the details of all the building designs, it's all the shit like i haven't even sat and Studied any given shot for all small elements like that but that you know they're There so that it looks this complex and "realistic" like you know the attention & effort is there & you get the Overall Effect baby. also the way purple/green are employed to contrast with blue/orange often. the Glows here, the Bluer upper half and the Oranger lower half that both also have some purplishness to them, the Green bridge breaking it up / spanning this

the colors in closeups even. first of all the expressions styles are after my own heart & got it, and i'm sure i'll go on & on more there. pull mouths down do the m upper lip n lower lip lines combo, you know what i mean, i Love it. wavy flowy design vs more triangular / ending in peaks/corners design for your water vs fire aesthetiques. i think that's [heat creating refraction in the air] effect like lord. the pink blue purple here. the slight shadow framing the pic for better contrast, the pink / glow around ember, wade slightly Glows from within too, the constant wave refraction there. okay obsessed again with both sorta transparent and fluid Figures like you've got the outermost layers. you've got the Inside. you've got the silhouettes and the lines that are "drawn," reddish outlines of flame shapes and constant highlight "outlines" for water so it never "realistically" blends in with everything / just Is clear and is impossible to easily parse. that those silhouettes are constantly Flowing and responding to motion / pressure as well. i can only imagine. oh and the colors again that the Glow for fire is often a Soft gradient, but there's this like, slightly convex polygonal style of "glow" / Light in backgrounds a lot and it works great for style and contrast with the important Soft Glow from fire and even also water, again the slight inner glow there too. and again the mutual [pull mouths down] expressiveness lol so much fun. the Elasticity is fantastic, same with like 2D style Movement like invoking a smear frame for example like fuck yes it's about What Works it's about style & effect & what things like lighting color faces can do that aren't just aiming for "be peak realistic" like clearly it isn't. note the sharper line of shadow in the upper corner with a deeper blue. we framing

oh this one was to point out "look at how you can see the full spectrum rainbow in the wave surface light refraction oh my fucking god" not to mention of course In Motion the shapes, the effect, some bubbles and flow for flare and seeing that constant Light Outline, the cyan leaning aqua that's put in along with the overall slight blue not b/c it's "realistic" but b/c it's what works baby the artistic design choices fuck like hell. and only when i took this one frame was it like oh my fucking god look at these split second flame shames flowing off of ember there above her head especially. all the more stylization required for fire without it being like, "realistically" mostly transparent, overly bright, not very strongly delineated / silhouetted....the shape, color, flow of flames on the "inside," outermost breaking off shapes & "outline" as well augh god. and look at the purples in the background's left side

AUGH the night city backgrounds. pottery burn haha yeah the blue orange AND purple my god!!!! it's thematic ([blue + orange = purple] b/w the blue & orange characters) and it fucks like hell holy shit!!!!!

meanwhile the green & purple here with One orange element getting to stand out / not that much blue either, but more ultramarine style than aquamarine, and LOOK AT THE MOON!!! the surface!!! check out that Polygonal glow around it and the green/purple there too!!!

and the use of bokeh. immaculate, not holding back, after my heart. the Purple/Pink additive light properties coming into play!! her reflection is more simply orange(tm) sometimes and i would presume it tends purpler when we are getting [emotionally connecting / recognition of the self through the other] but oh my god heaving overhead like a hero this additive light blue+orange=purple ingenious and stylistically fucking like hell choice. and again their "outlines" working so well while also retaining enough softness/fluidity to be part of them as a whole. everything is so cool

there's the mouth shape i was talking about. you see the slight m upper lip simply n lower lip and resultant (idk like a video game controller?) shape lol. flexible expressive asymmetry. the closeup transparency of [can always see the other side of shirt collar]. green bg for contrast while also incorporating the orange glow. the full spectrum rainbow refraction just also an immaculate and probably characterfully relevant lmao as a bonus. also hell of cute moments wauugh yes, fun, dying thanks

the additive light!!! (how magenta/purple/pink the reflection of Orange is off the Blue like employing what's realistic in another context for what fucks aesthetically & carries symbolism. like wade wouldn't Realistically be constantly [surface wave refractions] but it fucks like hell. also wouldn't be someone made of fire or water but it fucks like hell & embodies a central metaphorical layer to the literal material). also look at that curtain from deep purplish red to deep bluer purple!!! the line of bright blue!!! the glow in the Background with sharper polygonal lines / corners to contrast with the visual effects of glows elsewhere!!! wade default =3 as [wavy featured] and inherent =3 vs ember's more flame tipped => (not pictured)

ohh this one for rainbow color / out of focus usage and b/c it's like how the semi transparency but only So Much + constant outline of Highlights / constant inner glow and visible infusion of like aquamarine / bright turquoise cerulean color helps a water guy stay perfectly Visible / parsable. also besides ember being green, an effect subtly pictured at any given point: like cinders continually rising off fire but depicted so much like Sparkles :') there's so much colors and highlights and choices after my own sensibilities out here like i love a shoulder swoop design that flows right into the arms from the neck from the head. and that's exactly what we get precisely b/c it has so much flow!!! ember's like whole head Flaring out from her neck, terminal points like tips, or sources, of flames. Styles

the bokeh!! the blues and pinks and purples!!!

ouuwaah

UGH obviously in motion the like arcing falling curtains of water, the shimmering....the purple into pink into dusky orange!!! the little bit of contribution of the turquoise light aaa wahooo, ofc what the bridge adds in Composition for this & that previous shot

lmao this is b/c Wavy Scribble Squiggle Mouth again the design choices after my own heart. the constant extra wobbliness to Mouth Outline obviously works great to emphasize [water design] but it also works great b/c i love it

every shot of the background with this beach is gongious like jesus christ. the closeup of sand is like that looks amazing and So soft. look at the wavy swoopy shapiness of the clouds, look at the [in this shot] faintly detectable Polygonal outlines of Glow from the sun. feel free to look at that water like i said every shot of this, wrow. tasked with Pretty Beach Sunset and coming through big time

expressive design contrast, glow contrasts, refracting, silhouettes, those flame shapes breaking off again epic hot wheels style fuck yes....and the bg!!! look at the purple to muted purple pink sky, the atmospheric distancing on layers of buildings that goes from blue to purple!! the dimmer purple / blue / teal on the ground in the foreground here UGH the COLOR USE

ooh i was so Noticing the like, full ultramarine blue here, like it's been used Before in any night environments but the way here it's brighter, making it like "okay yeah night but more Lit Up. also the visual variety of [water curtain] textures there, the area of Pink, the Yellow that hasn't previously shown up too much but might be saved for associations with tension / "danger" lol. also love the "straightup a pool" designs lol wish i was swimming

oh the orange + blue = purple on display here / translating Outlines

amazing sequence and again look at the Purple shadows the Blues the Oranges the Greens!!!! aughhh again like So colorful and so bright but also ofc dimmed, atmospheric, balanced, waughhh!!!

oh my god what can i say. "bisexuality" for one but and also fr like the pink of the sky vs deep purple, lighter with more blue in the water, the streak of oranger light, pink atmospheric haze....augh!!!

speaking of "and then really vivid striking colors in another overall palette we haven't seen before" the teal & golden yellow for this shot was new & noticeable. the yellow of problems, but not too bad lol, looking at that Contrast with the blue on the outer pool edge there. i wanna take a swim yippee....but fr like holding some colors more in reservation, finding new combinations, as Ever how bright the bgs are but atmospheric, non overwhelming of other elements, i Love it

bokeh!!!! colors!!!!!!!

bokeh!!!!!! colors!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

fucking roy g biv like yes gorgeous. nice tree evocative bridge. composition. lots of lights and colors but the distribution being so balanced, but organic, broken up in all the right ways and all encompassing....the bright orange lights in shadowed blue/purple buildings in the upper left corner, leading down to the path of lights across the center of everything....ugh incredible great

out of focus bg, the lights, the purples, the blue/Green, look at everything on the right side ugh lovely, the slight Shapes of glows, can see that arc in the right side as well, the emotional relevance of all the colors and glows as this bg dims / desaturates a second later

and so similarly here, the Purple, the Glows....like the use of both the perfect balance of soft edges/borders but no sacrifice in clarity

oh and i suppose there's then any amount of spoilers following but like, in part only b/c i point them out as as much but also like. it's about the journey lmfao you see two screenshots, containing some information, well you've seen it all

and to pad that out i'll also note without screenshots about it like bringing in a very like Clear for Compositional Effect sort of Danger Yellow again twice over, with the harshest like chartreuse leaning yellow yet for it, v much a color that it'd just take more effort to fit into a palette / would have to be kind of the color centerpiece, vs the orange/blue/purple here

(but also not to say yellow was never used otherwise....some perfectly harmless golds, paler lighting like just Daytime vibe, constant presence w/fire of course. so the Particulars of a hazard yellow are all the more notable)

the COLORS....look at that orange that pink red the pink reflections the Purples....the just deep slightly slightly purple red in the bg and how like smoothed over / Immediate that background is to just make everything close & present!! the flame textures going!!! water textures going!!! cinders as points of light!! the colors the orange purple pink blue UGHH it's amazing they're really off the shits with it in every scene

spoilers they do kiss about it and i was like smacking hand to forehead like oh my god and they did another "breaking out a new Light thing" when we've glowed and refracted within and without, lit up or dimmed, sparkled, reflected, used further styles in environmental lighting....answer was Lens Flare rainbow refracting glow like goddamn!!! and again like putting In the purple, but also the blue, the orange, the out & out more cerulean / aquamarine that is not gonna simply come from elsewhere in the environment. nice commitment to also having someone smile into a kiss lmao we've all been like i Will make this work. i'm still just like ugh the focus on and variety of Light too, the backgrounds' like soft polygon/hexagon glow "fields," straightforward soft/even gradient glows, wave pattern refraction, refraction also separating light into rainbows, remember water is a lens, stylized light of fire, bokeh, additive color mixing....holding on to & breaking out Cinematic LENS FLARE is fr like ohhh my god they're just fucking On It, got this, here's another effect for you

i also have a gif b/c i couldn't note anyone's fluid dynamics / flowing / Interacting physics enough, and little moments giving that some extra flair are a delight, but holy shit a highlight i'm instantly obsessed with forever, now if there's something and nobody pours themself, i'm out

oh we sloshing!! all the water physics going on here to fantastic effect but also all working within the confines of "and it's some guy." immaculate joke 5 sec later around the "i am Not an inspector" line just What a delight. the vision....the manifestation of effort, craft....i'm not kidding at all i'm like okay forever treasuring [pours yourself] clip and if someone doesn't get it it's like it's called joie de vivre, panache, taking all kinds. some sloshheads out here

again i had a delightful time at the cinema (figuratively. i didn't go anywhere. though i did go "oh fuck re: even the idea of seeing plenty of this in theater format" like i was going oh Shit at visuals and music and every damn thing enough already, can only imagine) i was like bitch i love ppl living life vignettesquely with the emotional arcs aids of metaphor, symbolism. i love the styles and designs and i love paying attention to details and going damn how they'd do that, i love technical shit, noting techniques that are centered around 2D derived visuals, about aesthetic effect & visual purpose....i was going "oh my god same. lately, always, ongoing. oh my god it's me always crying at everything, but also never at anything, and also just sometimes at some things. it's me with the Temper it's me with one like everyone else but not about to let it out at all / not be making room for anyone else's. me like 'just powering through like arghhh' me like 'that, but [a puddle]' liable to spontaneously interact with randos by just doing your own thing, also [dying] and beloathed at that, going with the flow trying to carpe diem it, having these conversations and navigations like just as one person lmao, and also ofc it's different" lol like oh damn okay. and twentysomethings popular with the nebkids like wow in real life....and just having a great time entirely straightforwardly and expecting as much but also being increasingly delighted and surprised and going "wow my aesthetique sensibilities piqued" and going "wow okay a journey" and like Gasp at details and loving the overall effects and little moments and shots and entire deal. did weep repeatedly, when you slosh, when you soggy....delighted a lot, along for the ride having fun for the whole way, so much abt [bummed 20somethings who are nevertheless very vivacious Feeling Things, including About feeling things] and the way that's given sooo much space, Saturating things even, maybe with light & color....i liked it a bunch, [aaaaaa], great time, thinking about feeling things and feeling about it and about thinking about it & so on & so forth too like man hang on a second. and the soundtrack. and the character designs Overall there did i mention?? so cute & fun. wobbly wavy shivery tapering having Flow in the lines / shapes of silhouettes in different ways just like flow in [fluid dynamics] of flame or water in different ways. there's a lot i can say but i just mostly did the backgrounds / color / lighting noncomprehensive slideshow lol. i was very engaged like oh wahoo yippee aaa then mfs let's go and keep going

[choslut]

── 伏黒甚爾 : SCREAM !!

‹ 𖥔 ࣪ ˖ starring ser!al k!ller!FUSHIGURO TOJI

꒷꒦꒷ he's coming. he’s coming and there’s no way youre going to escape, but there is one way to get him to spare your life, no matter how unsavoury it may be. who knows? maybe you can get a little something out of him too…

this movie contains the following . . . stalk!ng, de@th thre@ts, predator/prey dynamics, pet names, masturbation (f), dirty talk, hybristophilia, kn!fe k!nk, posessiveness, blood k!nk (?), praise kink, dacryphilia, p in v sex, creampie, implied murder

this work is NSFW. minors and ageless blogs do not interact with this work or any other in the THRILLER series.

“And now for tonight’s headline, convicted serial killer Toji Fushiguro has escaped prison following…” You turn off the television as you pry your eyes open from the depths of an impromptu nap, back arching as you stretch off of the couch. You have no idea when you fell asleep or when the movie you were watching ended, but you were all but ready to head off to bed, checking your phone for the time. 

“Shit…” 1:32am. You had a full day of classes tomorrow, but instead you decided to stay up to binge your favourite movie series, Scream. Is it a good idea to be watching it now, on a random Wednesday when you have classes in the morning, of course not. But Halloween is fast approaching, and with the news of an extremely popular serial killer back on the loose, watching Scream is the best way to note down what not to do if you’re being pursued by a bloodthirsty maniac.

You’ve heard of Toji Fushiguro. His mugshot is all over the news, and you’ve seen the various (disturbing) edits of him that delusional fangirls who think they can ‘fix’ him make when they’re ovulating. You must admit, the man is attractive, but not attractive enough for you to overlook all of the murders he’s committed, most of which have been girls your age.

He’s being detained in a prison not too far from your accommodation. You aren’t worried though, because university security is the tightest it gets, and if push comes to shove, you’ve learnt that tripping whilst running for your life definitely won’t keep you safe against an armed killer. 

But Toji Fushiguro is not the subject of your issues right now, because in about 5 hours, you need to be dragging yourself out of bed to go and down your first cup of saturated caffeine of the day, and you’re just about to finally throw in the towel for the night…

… until your phone rings. 

Ah yes, the terrible yet suspenseful horror movie cliche. You’ve been watching Scream all night, so in truth, you should be a little bit scared. However, you find yourself drawn to the Private Caller ID, swiping accept on the phone before lifting it to your ear. “Hello?”

The line is silent. It must be a prank call from one of your roommates, because who else would be calling you conveniently after you’ve finished the entire Scream series? You’re about to hang up before you hear a heavy breath, a wheeze of some sort, before a gravelly voice echoes through the speaker.

“What’s your favourite scary movie, doll?” 

In all honesty, you want to scream. This has to be some kind of twisted joke because as far as you’re concerned, nobody in the house sounds like that, or has a voice changer that good. But you don’t scream, because if you do, you’ll be giving in to whatever this unknown caller wants. So, you play right into his hands.

“I don’t have one,” you say, trying to maintain the calm in your voice. “Why, do you have any recommendations for me? A girl gets bored from time to time, y’know.”

The voice on the other end of the line chuckles. “You’re a smart one, aren’tcha? Askin’ for recommendations like you didn't just finish binging the whole Scream series. Doesn’t a pretty girl like yourself have classes tomorrow?”

He thinks you’re pretty, which means he’s most likely watching you from somewhere. But where? You look around your living room cautiously, peeking out of each and every window to no avail. You can’t see anyone, and the voice laughs again, sending a chill down your spine. 

“You’re not going to find me like that, sweetness,” he drawls, the smile evident in his tone. “You gotta come out so you can see me properly.”

Your teeth bite down on your bottom lip. Whoever this guy is, he’s probably fucking sexy, but then you remember the news about escaped convict Toji Fushiguro, and the puzzle pieces start connecting in your mind. What if this is him?

Possibilities start running through your mind at a million miles a second, and before you can make a decision, the line goes dead. 

You’re left in the middle of the dark living room, television off and silence permeating the air. Suddenly, you realise something…

… you’re royally fucked.

You should start running. You should definitely start running, but your legs are stuck to the ground as you gaze out of the window like a deer in headlights, trying to catch some inkling of movement to pinpoint whoever’s stalking you through the glass. You stand there for a good five minutes until your phone pings with a message, snapping you out of your stupor.

You’ve got 24 hours, it reads. 24 hours to find me, or your pretty head is mine. Your phone drops out of your hand onto the floor, glass screen protector shattering as you let out a blood curdling scream before running to your room and bolting your door shut.

You have a stalker. It’s a thought that haunts you throughout the rest of the day, and no amount of coffee or energy drinks can keep your mind off of that and on more pressing matters like your upcoming midterms. You’re suddenly wary of everyone around you, and when your girlfriends start talking about the news of Toji Fushiguro’s escape, you try your hardest to block them out.

“He’s such a stunner though,” one of them groans, stabbing at her salad for emphasis. “Those girls were lucky that he even wanted to kill them. Maybe he found them pretty.”

“Oh my god, what if it was some kind of yandere-type thing?” Another one leans inwards, eyes cast upwards as her voice deepens. “ ‘I can’t have you, so nobody can.’ Then, slash!” She swipes her knife in a mock killing stance and everyone breaks into laughter.

Everyone, except you.

The unknown stalker, who you're one hundred percent convinced is the escaped convict, has been texting you throughout the day, commenting on your activities as if he was right there living it with you. Your girls think I’m hot, huh? They’re not pretty enough to be my next victim, not as pretty as you, hon. He probably thinks he’s flattering you, but in actual fact, it’s fucking terrifying, only getting worse when he decides to call you during a lecture.

“You haven’t found me yet, princess,” he drawls, and you’re nigh close to pissing yourself in fear. “Clock’s ticking.”

He’s right, the clock is ticking, and it’s filling you with dread. You are going to die, and nobody knows nor cares. It’s a secret between you and the killer, and it’s driving you insane.

It also turns you on.

WIth every step you take around campus, he’s watching and waiting for the right moment to pounce. You can’t see him but he can see you, and with every text message he sends, a weak wave of complacence rolls through you as you nibble down on your lip. Sure, this’ll all over and you’ll just be another pretty head to add to his collection, but he thinks you’re pretty, and that’s saying something considering just a couple hours prior, you were berating ovulating fangirls for thinking in the exact same way.

Midnight rolls around again, and you’re sitting on your bed, door and windows locked as you shiver beneath your blanket. As long as you can hold out until 2am, you’ll be fine, as long as you can stay alive for the next two hours, you’ll be-

Your phone rings. It’s him. 

“What, did you think lockin’ your doors would stop me?” He sounds annoyed. He sounds sexy. “Open ‘em, doll. Now.”

Instinctively, your fingers travel in between your legs under the covers as you impatiently seek out your clit. “Not doing a very good job if you’re begging me to unlock my doors and windows,” you say, the rule of not provoking the killer going straight out of the (locked) window as you begin to slip your fingers in and out of your cunt at the rhythm of his heavy breathing. “Do better, Toji.”

The other end of the line goes silent once you reveal his identity to him. “How do you-”

“Headlines for the past few days say you broke out of prison, and suddenly I’m receiving phone calls and texts about how pretty I am and how much you want my head in your collection.” Your hips arch upwards as your fingers speed up, the mental image of your throat constricting around his cock pulling another stream of wetness out of your cunt. 

And you have no idea what possesses you to say what you say next. “Are you sure you don’t want my head anywhere else?”

You don’t know what to expect after you say that, but when Toji laughs that rich and gravelly laugh again, you hate the fact that you tighten around your fingers. “Are you forgetting I can see you right now, sweets? You got your fingers in that tight little pussy, and you’re about to cum to the sound of my voice. Thought a girl like you would have a lil’ shame in ya, but it seems like y’want something else, no?”

If he isn’t killing you by driving a knife into your chest, he’s definitely killing you now with his voice, and your thumb rubs enthusiastically at your clit as you hum and urge him to say more.

“I can give you pleasure, baby,” he coos through the phone, “all you gotta do is open that window for me so I can get a feel of that perfect cunt of yours, huh?”

You shouldn’t. You should’ve never offered to give him head to begin with, and right now you’re breaking all the rules of every well known horror movie, but you don’t care because your cunt is practically calling out to him, and when you finally pull your fingers and climb out of your bed to open the window, you recoil at what you see.

Clearly the mugshots didn’t do this man justice, because serial killer Toji Fushiguro is fucking ripped. He’s somehow managed to discard his glaring orange jumpsuit for a compression tee and some joggers, and instead of looking like a serial killer, he looks like he’s just gotten out of the gym. Ordinarily, you would’ve checked him out, but then you remember that he’s here to kill you.

Snapped out of your haze, it all comes flooding back to you. He manipulated you. He’s been watching and waiting for the time you finally give in to your carnal desire for your stalker to ruin you, and now he’s finally here to kill you, you can’t even fucking run. As he climbs in through the window, you step back, pure horror painting your face as he approaches you.

“Stupid girl,” he drawls, reaching into the waistband of his sweats and pulling out a knife. “This is how it happened with the rest of them. Don’t the college boys do it for you, sweetie? So bad that you started getting the hots for a serial killer?” He’s stalking towards you now, and you’re almost completely frozen in fear. 

“That’s what I love ‘bout you privileged uni sluts,” he says before running his tongue along the edge of the knife in a seductive display. “Wet as fuck right until the moment they get killed.” He raises the knife into the air as if about to stab, and you’re all but ready to let out a scream–

But the biting pain of the stab never comes, because he’s pushing you down onto the bed, knife pressed to your throat as his rough fingers find your soaked pussy through your panties. “I was right,” he breathes before rubbing slow circles with his middle and index fingers. “You’re nothin’ but a horror movie whore, huh?”

You bite your lip, the cold metal of the blade pressed against your throat making your mind hazy. “ ‘M sorry, Toji.” 

“No, y’not, doll, because if you were you wouldn't've provoked me like that, and now I’m gonna fuck the lights out of you until you can’t even spell your own name.” His hips grind down in between your open legs, and in the moment where he stutters, you take the chance and use his weight against him to roll the two of you over, grabbing the knife out of his hand and pressing it up against his neck as you begin to straddle him.

“I’m gonna call the police,” you breathe, trying futilely not to buck your hips against his straining erection. 

“No, y’won’t,” he grins nonchalantly, his large hands coming up to capture your waist before pressing his hips upwards into your core and forcing a whine out of you. “Not if you want this, dollie.”

Oh, but you do. You want all of this insane serial killer, his knife pressed up against your neck as he whispers alluring nothings in your ear. And just like in his own moment of weakness, Toji manages to flip the two of you over again, and the blade of his knife resumes it’s place under your chin. 

And then he kisses you, the roughness of the scar piercing his lip brushing against your softer ones. You groan when he expertly pulls down your panties with one hand, his thick finger hooking over the waistband as he drags them down your thighs. 

“Wet, are we?” He growls, his fingers resuming movement on your pulsing clit. “If you make me cum with this cunt, I might let you live.”

He might? Does he play this game with all his victims, teasing them and spouting lies in their ear before working them up to take his cock? You aren’t sure, but you are sure that if Toji doesn’t stuff you right now, you’ll probably die before he can kill you. 

His lips hover over yours teasingly as if he’s about to kiss you, but then he pulls back, placing the knife beside your head and reaching to pull down his joggers. You can only stare at him and drool, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch him pull out his impressive length. 

And, fuck, is it impressive. It’s also not gonna fit, and you echo this to Toji in a defeated murmur. “It’s not…”

“We can make it fit, can’t we, hon?” His breath shudders as he drags his fist along his cock, shucking the foreskin over his leaky tip before bringing it back down and eliciting a deep groan from his lips. “Done this countless times before. It’ll fit.”

So he does do this to every victim. That increases the chance he won’t hold good on his promise not to kill you if you make him cum, and you half want to grab the knife beside your head and stab him point blank in the chest, but you lose any rational thinking when he slides his shaft along your weeping pussy, tip bumping your clit sporadically. 

“G’na make this pretty lil’ cunt mine,” he huffs, “g’na fuck her until you don’t even remember your own name, princess.”

“Toji…” You groan when he slips the tip into your quivering hole, already feeling so full. “I can’t… can’t take it…”

“You can, and you will.” And in one fell thrust, he’s filling you to the brim and beyond, wrenching a scream akin to the one from last night from your throat. “Not too loud now, angel. Don’t wanna have to slash your pretty roomies too.”

When he makes the threat of killing your roommates, your cunt clenches, and he chuckles darkly. “You like that idea, huh?” He punctuates his breathy question with a harsh thrust, forcing your spine to arch off of the bed. “Want me to slit their necks and leave a pile of bodies on your pretty pink carpet?”

Your hands come up to claw at his shirt desperately and suddenly he’s pulling it off completely, tossing it onto the floor as he crouches over you and snaps his hips against yours repeatedly. “Shit, baby, you’re squeezin’ me so tight,” he grunts with a laugh, and then a rough gasp when you clench down again. “No way you’re gettin’ tight to the thought of me killing off all your friends.”

“They’re not my friends,” you whisper breathily, closing your legs around his waist and pulling him closer. “I hate them. Wish you’d kill ‘em for me.”

“Oh yeah?” The scar on his lip stretches as he twists into a smile. “If you let me cum inside ya, I’ll kill ‘em off f’you, free of charge.” 

“Please,” you whine, eyes squeezing shut at his tip bumps against your sweet spot again and again, the coil in your tummy tightening as you feel yourself come closer and closer to orgasm. “ ‘m gonna cum, Toji, I’m gonna-”

“Not yet, princess.” His rough nails dig into the flesh of your hips as he pulls you ever closer, his lips coming down to whisper in your ear. “I’m not there yet, angel. Just a little more, ‘kay?”

Tears begin to gather in your eyes as you nod with a strained hum. “Y-yes, Toji.”

“Good girl,” he sighs satisfactorily, his large hand coming up to cradle your tearstained face in a futile attempt at displaying some remnant of tenderability. “G’na stuff up this pretty cunt, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, tears spilling over as you chew down on your lip. 

“Yeah,” he groans, hips pressing flush against yours one last time before he’s acting on his word, thick warm ropes of his release flooding your cunt and even threatening to spill over. It’s dirty, and he even gets some on your sheets but you don’t care, too caught up in your own orgasm to even notice. “That’s it hon, good girl…”

He’s being uncharacteristically nice, cradling your flushed cheeks in his palm and cooing to you gently. In that moment, he decides not to kill you because you just look too sweet, and before he can pull out and reveal this revelation to you…

Toji feels a sharp pain in his neck, and the last thing he sees is you smiling at him hazily before he’s slumped over your twitching body, his blood dripping down his thick neck and onto your pretty pink carpet. 

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[sonkitty]

Okay, I read all 8 posts and then I went back to this one first post. I have gone over every cut for this scene. I have made my own images with their own brightness and increased saturation. I have logged notes for my own sake and general curiosity.

This puzzle is one of the most intense ones I've found shared by other fans, and it was incredibly difficult.

You have clearly put a lot of thought, time, and energy into this theory.

But you were the one who was tricked from the start, right here. You were set up. You found a very elaborate red herring, and it was definitely thoroughly set out to trap you or anyone with this line of thinking.

The irony, the joke on you, is that you were the one who was misdirected, and this puzzle even told you that.

I don't blame you in the least because I am very used to being tricked by the games in this story, so I knew to be wary of this idea and why. I also know what to look for and what questions to ask because of how many times I've been tricked.

I will break it down because this puzzle is just way too good to pass up. Solving it is an excellent learning experience on how to solve the really advanced puzzles in this story. This thing is top tier. Bravo, Crowley. I cannot believe it was solvable, but I should know better by now.

That person is definitely not the Metatron. It is almost certainly the same person the whole time, and the story did make sure to give you clues on how to determine that while very much deliberately misleading you to your conclusion, except the chess thing. The story wants you to find and play its own original game, Earthly Objects, not chess.

This puzzle requires checking things cut by cut, not just frame by frame. It is extremely advanced.

Let's start with where you started because the clues are there if one knows what to look for. Here is my version based on the first image you provided:

Here is part of the text you provided: "White hair."

White hair?

Let's check that a bit closer, shall we? Look closely. Really, really closely.

There is a little bit of white hair at the bottom, and as you go up, you can see that the hair is darker on top. That is a darker gray. It is not white.

Here, let's compare this exact cut with my estimation of the exact frame you captured with similar angles for the Metatron:

And just in case we think the lighting is too favorable even in the bookshop, let's darken the Metatron portion:

You know something? I'll try and match the original better. I'll crop them all and brighten the original some. Then for the Metatron versions, I'll lower the scale, cut off the left ear, and try to get a decent match on the darkness of our brightened person in the coffee shop.

If you don't see it, the Metatron's hair does not progressively darken from the bottom up to the top. His white hair is white so it rather follows where the light itself hits the hair. That was a lot of effort to even make the comparison.

The Metatron's hair is also very slightly longer just above the neck, yes, even if his head were bowed slightly. Here, we can find the slightly bowed down look as he and Aziraphale make their way to the pub doors for the elevator:

Oh, now we can also see more clearly that the white collar would have to be much more defined to match the person in the coffee shop.

Let's take a look at the human you refer to as the "slim man" from the initial cut with his phone lit:

In this lighting, his hair does look more white at the bottom and darker at the top.

He doesn't always look like that.

This guy has a blue bag, and because I do play Earthly Objects, I happen to know where to find him shortly before this scene.

In this particular screenshot, he is near the post and obscuring Justine.

Here he is with the screenshot now cropped:

Well, his white hair doesn't look like it darkens either. We're seeing him from the right profile. We just saw from his left profile that in the lighting of the coffee shop scene itself, that's what his hair looks like in that setting.

If you look really hard in episode 5, you can find him without his bag here:

You might still have trouble seeing him, so let me emphasize where he is:

If you watch the whole cut, you'll see that he is in Crowley's and Aziraphale's line of sight. That means it is plausible they know what he actually looks like already.

Now if you zoom in, you can see that while you might be able to find a patch of lighter hair from the back, there is enough of a gradient that it's like what we see in the coffee shop. The hair is lighter at the bottom than at the top in this lighting as well.

Another super subtle difference in the hair is that the Metatron's hair is a little wavy in the back. This human's hair is straight in the back and on the sides, not wavy.

The main reason this coffee shop scene provides this hair clue is so that you don't start making excuses once you figure out the other clues based on his apparel.

Speaking of apparel, here is the next part of the text you provided: "dark overcoat."

You can find that is not a dark overcoat in the image below with the white box I've placed below the credit card stickers and to the left of the OPEN sign:

The Metatron's coat reaches to his knees. The human's jacket reaches below his butt and above his knees. You can tell through that blue inside the coffee shop and near darker colors that the upper clothing is the human's jacket, not the Metatron's overcoat. You are seeing the separation of the jacket from the pants, and it will come up again later.

You also say "rounded shoulders."

I disagree and think overall, he looks slender here, but let's move on because there is still more to be found.

For the blue area near where one can find out that the jacket is a jacket, is that blue then the blue bag? No, it is not. We can actually then find the blue bag because we now know where it is not.

Here is the cut in motion:

Watch the area above the judo sticker.

If you can't see it because it is too dark, here is the a picture shown earlier for the part I want anyone interested to notice:

This time, look at the white box near the judo sticker. That is the blue bag. We have now confirmed that we are indeed seeing the same human we saw before this supposed switch.

It was never the Metatron during this entire cut.

You were most certainly set up to believe so if you didn't check the earthly objects that could be used as clues more closely.

Note the red shoes on his back during this cut.

...

The entire scene is like that. It is constantly testing you every step of the way.

For example, here is more text from the original post: "Well, how come we never see the slim cell phone guy again?" you may wonder.

I see someone already noticed the same thing I'm going to note. If one checks the scene very thoroughly, I don't have to wonder at all. You actually circled it for us even if you didn't realize it.

Again, it helps to watch the clip in motion:

Now here are a few cropped screenshots for me to show you where to find it in the exact same cut you circled it for us:

It is no longer lit, but it is still there. You can find it by its darkness over the shirt of the human with the orange shirt and that darkness extending out from the clothing.

This cut is also the one being referenced with the following text:

"Because he's facing sideways, we can tell that this man is not slender like the man with a cell phone and blue bag. The man we see now, in this photo, wears a long coat that comes straight down in the front. It's not a jacket, it's an overcoat."

Nope. You were tricked. Quite deliberately.

The sticker on the door just below the cell phone we just found is obscuring where the front of the jacket shows its separation from the pants.

Look further down near Nina's elbow, and you can see that the person in the coffee shop is stepping forward, so yes, his pants would meet his jacket behind that sticker.

In the next cut where you can see this person is when this puzzle shows you how you were just tricked.

This cut is for Nina saying, "You and your partner?"

That's why I said it's a cut-by-cut puzzle.

Let's take a closer look at this person:

You still might not see it, so I'll tell you what's happening and that you really do have to look extremely closely yourself, even with enhanced effects to clarify the image.

At the start of the cut, there is a small pocket where the jacket is meeting the pants just above the blue part of the door. As the person we are watching slides over to their left during the cut, this pocket is obscured by Nina's arm and so it ends up looking like an overcoat instead of a jacket. That's to help you know that if something is visually in the way of the jacket meeting the pants, it will look like an overcoat due to the limited lighting available and color of his clothing.

I'll box it from a video frame early in the cut, but I know you might not be able to see it because it's small and difficult to see, but I have checked quite thoroughly that it is there:

That's a jacket, not an overcoat, and the right side of the jacket is still obscured, this time by the door side panel. Crowley is giving us a clue here because we can see Crowley's jacket taking up a lot of space in the screenshot while also showing the red of his collar.

Still yet the next cut of this person in the coffee shop shows it more plainly:

After that, the clues shift to showing a gap between the legs above the knees.

The legs near the shoes are visible enough that you can see that the legs align with that gap.

But there's still more to this trick.

Here is the cut in full motion where you are declaring that is not a jacket, it's an overcoat. It's the part I said the jacket separating the pants was hidden by the sticker. Nina says, "You been together long?"

Did you notice the shoe moving over by Nina's left elbow? That's another clue. The Metatron wears baggy clothing. His pants run down to nearly his heels. This guy wears pants with cuffs rolled up above his shoe. You can't really tell the colors easily, but you can actually figure out that this pant leg over this shoe is a better match to the human than to the Metatron because it's too slender and tight near the ankle to be the Metatron.

Here is an image I made for reference:

I won't go over the rest of the cuts of this person in this setting where this trick is happening, but I hope you get the idea.

To close out the whole thing and even tell you that you were dealing with a red herring, here is part of the last cut of the trick:

That is a red light on one of the passing vehicles in a reflection passing over the red shoes on the door.

I didn't get the whole thing because it's long.

If you watch the whole cut, you'll even see the red of Crowley's collar again, more red lights, and red clothing on nearby humans.

I then checked the entire scene to be sure that such a red light was avoided on that window pane the whole time otherwise. It was indeed. I mean, looking at this post, there is technically a more subtle one than the type that I mean for when the human slides lightly to his left. I did mean something more defined like what is here. That's part of what I mean for how I'm tricked too. The scene waited for an audience player to check the whole thing all the way to the end of the trick to notice this clue.

If you go through the present day scenes where you expect to find humans on the street, you'll only find this human this easily in this episode. He's not one of the more easily findable repeats. He was absolutely set up for this trick into misleading someone that he might be the Metatron shown at this time.

...

But anyway, speaking of misdirection, let me leave you with a joke I found through trying to solve a different puzzle.

How do you trick an elevator? With misdirection.

The Metatron Misdirection: Nina's Magic Trick (A New Final 15 MetaTheory)

Part 1 of 8 in the Chess Moves Theory Set by @wistfulnightingale

**I believe it is new -- I haven't found it anywhere else.

Misdirection is a key element in the most skilled magic tricks. It's more than mere distraction, wiggling one hand while the other hides the ace. Misdirection in Magic means that the magician isn't "hiding" the trick; they are allowing you to think that you are looking at exactly the right moment, while convincingly focusing your attention away from the moment when 90% of the trick actually happened. Magicians Penn and Teller are quoted as saying, "The strongest lie is the lie that the audience tells itself."

This article on What Is Misdirection in Magic tells exactly how it's done. Check out the 7 Types of Misdirection in the article, or in my Chess Moves Theory Master Post. They're used easily and often in the final episodes of Season 2.

I think there might be a major misdirection in Episode 5 that set up the events of the second half of Episode 6, and makes sense of some of the crazy-weird scenes and out-of-character behaviors we see, both in that scene and later. But, it'll seem absolutely bonkers... so please, keep breathing, and hear me out, and please check out all the interconnected 8-Parts that help support my reasoning.

I include photos below, and I admit they're not clear enough to be "proof" on their own. But the idea itself would explain why Azi abruptly left Nina, and why Crowley babbled. Some of the other parts of my overall theory add some additional possibilities as well. (Interestingly, the photos are from videos that used to be available free on YouTube Prime Video, but have been removed from the Good Omens playlists in recent months.

In E5, while we were watching Crowley stammer, and listening to Nina puzzle out relationships, and when our belief in the Ineffable Marriage was shattered by Crowley's answer -- Nina was (without her knowledge) participating in the biggest Misdirection of Season 2.

I suspect The Metatron was already in the Coffee Shop. I know it sounds nuts, but I strongly suspect that Episode 6 was not his first visit. I believe that I can show you reasonable evidence (added up from here and from other parts of my Chess Moves Theory-series) that the Metatron made a "trial run" the day before, during this scene in Episode 5. Crowley and Aziraphale were each shocked to spot him through the window behind Nina. Misdirection made him almost impossible for us to see.

Almost. But I think he's there. At least, there's a guy in a long dark overcoat, who looks like he's talking to another customer. Possibly a coffee-confused celestial gentleman getting help from a good samaritan? Let me explain how I think it was done, and I'll show you what I think is the Metatron.

This screenshot (let's call it Photo #1) is untampered, basically what we see in the episode. Aziraphale was happily chatting with Crowley about the nonexistent pen of his nonexistent aunt's nonexistant gardener... Then Nina emerges, has "things to say" about Neighborhood Christmas lights (that's the moment in this screenshot)... and Aziraphale abruptly hurries away. Within minutes, Crowley is stammering as if he'd never had a moment's thought that he and his Angel could have a committed, romantic relationship.

How...? What...?! Crowley, really, dude, what the...??! (Please refer to An Old Married Couple for my thoughts on this!)

But when we take that same moment, come in closer, brighten and sharpen it, make it more vivid --

Photo #2. There. In the red oval. The white hair, the dark overcoat, rounded shoulders. The Metatron. We didn't expect to see him there. So we didn't.

Hold on! -- I don't expect you to be convinced yet. So I went through moment by moment. There are more photos. (I recommend that you also check the brightness of your own viewing screen -- it helps!)

Nina is used in the scene to perform a concealment and switch, a replacement (magician's call it a Change), and then a distraction -- A Magic Trick. Nina is a huge part of why we're not easily able to spot the Metatron.

Magic Trick Step 1: There's magical sleight of hand going on, even once you know what to look for. We are visually warned. When we first see Nina, as our Ineffables are talking about impossible French, she literally emerges from the shadows (see photo below). Remember, this is significantly Before talking about "Christmas lights" in Photos 1 & 2.

Magic Trick Step 2: If we do happen to look at the customers in the shop as Nina emerges, there's a white-haired man in line who is NOT the Metatron. Note his height compared to the orange-shirt guy. He's taller, and he's fairly slim. We can see his pants or denims, so he's wearing a short jacket, not an overcoat. He's also holding a lit cell phone and carrying a blue bag. I didn't brighten this photo at all. We're supposed to see this particular fellow. He's part of the magic trick, planted there for the switch, just in case we do notice a more significant white-haired man later.

Here's the same photo, brightened. You can more easily see that he's wearing a short jacket -- we see his legs as he steps forward.

(Pay attention to the man in the orange shirt. He's very visible with that bright color. In later shots, he stays near the Metatron, and helps us visually track them both, when both are blurred by distracting window reflections.)

Magic Trick Step 3: Next, Nina steps into the light. As she steps forward, she says, "Bravo! Just enjoying the show." Again, we are given cues that there's a show in play. She bends over to wipe a table, completely blocking our view of the slim white-haired man.

Magic Trick Step 4: The camara cuts to Azi, and that's the last we see of the slim man with the cell phone and bag. Presto-Change-o, Abracadabra! Like a disappearing act with a magician's silk cloth, or like Azi's trick for Nefertiti with the 3 cowry shells, the switch (in magic, called "the Change") has been made! The slim man is gone.

Magic Trick Step 5: When the camera returns to Nina, it's the first photo I showed you, with the Metatron in it. The man in orange isn't at the front of the line anymore. (Was he undecided about his order, and stepped aside?) We can see a sliver of his shirt to the left of the doorframe, just inside the oval, but he's almost entirely hidden. Nina's talking about the Christmas lights. "I have things to say."

It all happens in less than 30 seconds.

"Where, then, was the Metatron?" you may ask in disbelief. There's a big rectangular pillar in the middle of the floor behind Nina, just to the right of the line. There is a mural on it, so it's camouflaged. On the walls behind the pillar are menu boards -- we see them in the "How's your naked man friend" scene in E1. It's likely that the Metatron was behind the pillar, looking at the menu options.

"Well, how come we never see the slim cell phone guy again?" you may wonder. The tables at the far edges of the shop are never seen. If he sat down, especially at our far left, he'd be out of view.

Here's that "I have things to say" photo again --

That's when Aziraphale sees the Metatron. He's suddenly distracted. His response is brief, and odd. Just --- "Yes." We don't often see our Angel speechless. He walks away without another word. That. Is another out of character moment. He's gone from his "I'm having so much fun doing this" smile to the fake, nervous mask he puts on for the Archangels.

His eyes are wide and his expression frozen, until it fades into worry as he walks away. Azi nervously checks behind him for Crowley. Hoping he'll follow, away from danger.

Crowley hasn't spotted the Metatron yet. It's not until he starts to follow Azi, then stops for Nina, that he's at the right angle to see him. When Nina says, "You been together long?" Crowley's completely distracted. He just noticed the Metatron.

"Who?" he ridiculously asks. This made zero sense -- Azi was just here! However, on our far right, over her shoulder, we can see the Metatron, facing sideways towards our right. He and the orange-shirt man are on the far right, positioned as if talking to each other (maybe he's asking how this coffee-selection-thing works?).

Because he's facing sideways, we can tell that this man is not slender like the man with a cell phone and blue bag. The man we see now, in this photo, wears a long coat that comes straight down in the front. It's not a jacket, it's an overcoat.

The Metatron is almost the same height as the orange-shirt man. His dark coat nearly makes him invisible as the reflections in the window break up his outline and blur the orange-shirt man. The two have stepped back from the counter, closer to us. We can see his rounded back, white collar and hair.

Short height, rounded back, long overcoat, white collar. NOT the same as the first man we saw. That's why I believe we're seeing the Metatron. That, and Aziraphale and Crowley's strange behaviors.

When you look closely at Crowley, he's staring intently into the coffee shop window as Nina asks her question. His head is not at the same angle when he returns his focus to her. It's not just the cute little neck scrunch -- he literally turned his head slightly to his right to look at her and answer her question. Crowley is concentrating on what he saw inside, and is mentally scrambling.

After Crowley says, "Who?" the camera returns to Nina. "You and your partner," she clarifies. Meanwhile, the Metatron has turned and is now standing at the end of the coffee line.

You can see three men in line, facing the counter, with the orange-shirt man in the middle. He's the colorful backdrop to frame the padded shoulders of the Metatron's dark coat.

Nina does a lot of "patter" here, a classic magician's Misdirection technique. Lots of rapid, distracting questions. They keep our own minds as occupied as they do Crowley's -- we struggle to keep up, and share our demon's outrage about Azi as "a bit on the side!"

I had to do a lot of reduced videoplay speed, constant pausing the frames, and careful photo brightening and sharpening to make these images somewhat clear. There are also frames where the reflection of vehicles and passersby’s obscure our view. The distractions come and go. It's all designed to split our focus.

So I was astonished when I discovered that, in the moment where the Metatron is standing alone, not clustered with anyone else, Nina is almost looking DIRECTLY AT THE CAMARA. It's only a moment. It's the only shot I had, of Dozens(!) of micro-moments, where the Metatron is in full view, although still difficult to see. This is how it looks in the episode.

Here's the same photo, brightened and sharpened for definition.

There is almost nothing on the right side to reflect or distract in this moment. The lighting effects allowed a much clearer view.

Nina goes back inside, and has to deal with a busy line and a new customer, a posh older gentleman in an overcoat. One who doesn't know about human coffee shops or how to place an order, and who probably consulted orange-shirt guy for coffee-selection advice. He's confused, he's asking odd questions... She doesn't have time for this...! So when he comes back the next day, she warns him not to do it again -- "Order accurately and fast..." (For more thoughts on this, see The Metatron's Second Coming)

Meanwhile, Crowley stands there bewildered as worry sets in. The Metatron is dangerous. Why is he here? This could be very bad for them both, but especially for Aziraphale. Crowley's main concern in the conversation was to SAY NOTHING that gave away their relationship. "Just... an angel... I know."

(**There's interesting implications about the Final Fifteen if Crowley is concerned that the Metatron has the ability to hear him from inside the shop. Azi often gestures as if the Metatron could hear them from outside.)

Crowley leaves in the opposite direction. I wonder if he hung around near the cafe, monitoring where the Metatron was. That's why he's morose and worried when Azi returns to the cafe (see more in my post Ineffables In Check). Crowley is also now worried that Gabriel is actually NOT memory-less. Is he there to spy on them for the Metatron? Crowley aggressively tries to find out.

He'll do Whatever It Takes to protect his Angel.

Please check out the rest of my 8-part Chess Moves Theory Set at @wistfulnightingale to see how I believe all the moments fit together in this Life or Death Chess Game. The 8 Parts support each other -- I broke a massive idea into parts, and you'd need to read all 8 before you can decide for sure if I'm wrong, or totally bonkers! It's a crazy ride, and I'll be happy to have you along for it!

The 8 Chess Moves MetaTheory Set:

1 - The Metatron Misdirection

2 - The Metatron's Second Coming

3 - Ineffables in Check

4 - A Hefty Jigger of Death

5 - Nothing Lasts Forever

6 - The Circle Kiss Theory

7 - The Nightingale DID Sing

8 - Aziraphale's Jubilant Smile (Not the crazy elevator grin)

Also: The Chess Moves Theory Set, Why Chess & Magic?

[thecameronchronicles]

Come Again?

TW: smut. dom/sub. Overstimulation. Language. 

SUMMARY: Your disobedience has consequences…

*A bit shorter of a fic due to the elements synonymous to many of my other pieces, still hope you enjoy!

WORD COUNT: 1100

*Requested*

Come Again?

You were always used to Rafe pushing you to the edge. It was simply a side effect for what it meant to be his girlfriend. But just as he would reward you in excess, he would also punish you to the same extent. So much so that you would have forgotten just what it was you had done if he didn’t have you narrating every way you’d upset him tonight. 

To begin, it had been your lack of panties that made it difficult for him to focus at his otherwise important dinner with his clients. For payment, he’d made you soak your panties by his touch alone, not letting you come, but ensuring you were saturated enough for whatever was to follow. 

Next it had been the way you’d flirted with your other dinner guests even if all you’d done was smile, as he’d make you repent by moving onto your knees exclusively for his pleasure, making you recite how much you were his as he’d bring tears to your eyes by bruising your throat. 

Finally, this latest punishment came from the attitude you’d given him while you were denied a release in the car on the way home-your impatience having been what was tested as he’d edged you one too many times to keep it repressed. 

“Have you learned to behave for me yet?”

“Yes!” But to this, he’d chuck his tongue, as a grip to your hair pulling you to face him. 

“And yet you forget what you’re supposed to call me?!” He threw you down, a sadistic grin matching that of his relishment in dominance spread across his face, as you collided with the pillow behind you. 

“Sir! I’m sorry, sir, please let me come sir!”

“And you think you deserve to? You’ve been disobedient all fucking night…practically letting everyone in that goddamn restaurant look down your dress and doing nothing to deter them…For that you’ve paid for…” He moved to look at your panites, three shades darker from your slick having made them wet. 

“But you just HAD to flirt with them because…what? I wasn’t giving you enough attention?”

“Please! I’ll be good!”

“And yet now, you still can't remember your place for me…” He began to shake his head. 

“Please! I’m so sorry, SO sorry-” You cried as he pulled you up until you sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers sliding easily inside of you as he lowered onto his knees, his second hand on the back of your neck. 

“THIS is what you do to me…THIS is what you make me to do you…Get me all worked up and I can’t do anything…So you don’t get to come until I say…and you keep fucking up and you won’t get to-”

“Please…” You whimpered, wrapping your hand desperately around his wrist as you bucked against him, needing him to remain here so you could pull yourself to that edge, its satisfaction close enough to taste as he quickened. 

“You’re so fucking sexy riding my hand like this baby. Bet it feels good, doesn't it? Bet you wish you’d behaved so you could come-” No longer caring to ask for permission, you took it upon yourself to take him harder.The gush of a release finally granted left you breathless as you'd open your eyes to find his narrowed towards you. 

“What the fuck was that?”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t take it-”

“I know for a fact you COULD have because you have before…” He scoffed, withdrawing his hand with a forceful retraction as he’d pace the end of the bed in thought. 

“What is it going to take for you to learn your lesson? Hmm? Should I keep you tied to this fucking bed and just use a vibrator until you shake out of your attitude? Or maybe just use your throat until you can’t talk back? Maybe just fuck you public like the whore you’re acting like?”

“Please, I’m sorry-”

“If I hear that one more fucking time-”He shook his head. 

“What can I do…Sir?”

“You could have fucking listened…” He shook his head.

”So now I have to hurt you…” He turned you onto your stomach, hand raised immediately as he began to batter your cheek. 

“I know you can’t listen for shit, but you forget to count too?” You shook your head. 

“Starting over now-COUNT.” You obeyed, your words frail and tremulous as you climbed slowly to the double digits. 

“Please-” You whimpered, the stings almost too painful to endure as tears blinded your heavy eyes. 

“I’ll stop when I’m satisfied, now keep fucking counting.” He spoke more calmly than his usual corrections while you braced for another slap, him having taken pity by only extending five more, before sitting you back onto the bed. 

“Maybe I shouldn’t give you my cock at all-”

“No! Please, Sir!” You pleaded, needing him inside of you despite the pain, despite the edging, despite the overstimulation it would bring. You needed him as you always did-perpetually. 

“Maybe I should make you watch me get off without you? Would THAT make you understand how infuriating it is?!”

“I’ll behave, I promise!”

“Your promises don’t mean anything when I have evidence of your deception, sweetheart.”He reminded you, motioning to the stain left on the sheets. 

“Please let me prove it, sir, please…” He paused from how you’d lunged to your knees for him, taking him into your mouth once again, bringing him to wrap your hair deeply within his fist. He’d silenced from your actions, the only sounds now coming from your choking as you cried for him, tears and drool mixing in unison down your chin as he lifted you onto the bed. Back to his chest, he set his hand to your clit in preparation before stalling. 

“You have ONE chance to make it up to me. You come and that will be the last time for a LONG time-you understand?”

“Yes sir-” He made quickwork of your clit, bringing a second orgasm to his fingertips as you fought against it, all while he pummeled you from behind. 

Restraining with the motivation of a release sooner than later, you endorsed him to find his own release by the belting of his name as he remained silent behind you, doing so as an added punishment as he knew how you loved all of his dirty words. However, you would be allowed one announcement as more of pity than compassionas he’d spill over into you, your clitdesperate yet sielnced by histhreat remaining imminent. 

“Good girl.” He kissed you passionately once turning you to him. “Now let me clean you up, sweetheart…”

Taglist: @hopebaker @iovdrew @penny4yourthoughts @magnificantmermaid @pickingviolets @lovedetlost

[accio-victuuri]

CPN: weekend sweets 🍭🎂🍪🍬

It’s been a while. Let’s go! Let a handsome bunny laoshi invite you in.

• suing the same company which is so surprising lol. what’s going on. Some more information, GG filed before the end of 2021 and Web the first half of 2022. Filed at the same court and in the same district of residence. But really my question is why this particular store. A common cpn is that Web decided to go after them too cause this is the 2nd time GG is suing the store. People are saying this because the store issued a simple cancellation notice Feb 6 of this year. Probably trying to run away but Web went after them. Take note that Web’s hearing is even weeks earlier than GG’s so it looks like he really put pressure on it. Also I’m seeing people saying that it’s a big company or something. No it’s not. It only has like 2k followers. But i’m not so sure. If anything, the account who posted it got the traffic they wanted 😂

• GG cuing “blue sky and white clouds” at the Mendale livestream even if the question was about a starry night. Lol. It reminded people of a similar thing Web did, he answered “skiing” even if it wasn’t on the choices.

since we we are in the subject of GG leading the conversation in things he wants to focus on look at this exchange below from last night’s stream:

Host: During the summer, in the night if you cover yourself with the blanket before you sleep, you might find it very stuffy and kick it off. And you will end up feeling cold in the middle of the night. Especially when it comes to the kids and the elderly, if this happens repeatedly & as their immunity isn’t as strong, they will have a cold easily.

GG: Indeed, they will fall ill easily, so this is quite important.

Host : Once we start talking about falling ill, we will see the shadow of Gu Wei, being very caring of everyone. Because I know OOL has made many fall inlove with the GW.

GG : Yes yes, everyone should still take care of their health. Actually sleep health is something that everyone is concerned about.

I love GW, I really do and a lot of people fell for the character but I just like how GG ignores that part. He responds to the bit about people’s health which is connected to what he is endorsing. What the livestream is all about. Use this product so you will be comfortable in your sleep and be healthy. He is not there to promote a drama. Idk if i’m interpreting this whole exchange wrong but that’s what I got from it.

and them both deflecting ( i guess ) when people asking are trying to clarify things. For example in a TTXS episode, Web was talking about produce and WH asks him if he still goes to the supermarket. He then answers, when he was a child. Last night, GG was asked about his ideal camping trip and he said : blue sky white clouds, the smell of dirt, and i think there has to be insects, mosquitos. ( lol insects that you will use to tease bobo? ). The host asked if he’d gone camping before and guess what he said? When he was a child ( childhood ). I understand if they don’t want to say personal things but their answers are 👀.

I would love for them to go camping tho. 🥺

• There was an exchange in the stream where GG says he likes low saturation colors when it comes to beddings lol. “ very low saturation blue. This kind of blue will actually prove that there is that kind of comfort. At least it's a very relaxing color for me. I will choose some low-saturation bedding at home.”

I mean the colors in that livestream was blue so it could be related to that, however we are clowning here so i’m going for a different explanation. BXGs pointed out Web’s bed sheets before and it’s blue. GG’s is different (pink?) . and in their Happy Camp guesting, the song mentioned something about bedding and GG looked at Web and smiled like THAT ⬇️. Why tho? Do you both talk about what sheets to use? Lol. Yeah I know it was a weird song lol so maybe that’s why he laughed too.

Also talking about preference for low saturation colors comes up because you can see it in XZS and YBO content. It’s the kind of muted shade that’s not too loud.

Now let me connect this whole domesticity and thinking about each other’s preference a bit further now in Web’s POV. In TTXS, he was asked a few times what he wants for his own home.

5/19/2017: He says he wants a house with a gaming room and then with shelves so he can put things there like an exhibit.

6/3/2018: He still wants a room to store his figurines and toys. Then an area for his motorcycle gear among other things.

6/10/2018: Yibo describes wanting a room in his home that’s full of screens. A TV for watching and PS4 , a screen for computer & one where he can do VR.

Then in his 2019 interview with GG, when they were choosing what weird moto to use. Web chose the same as GG’s. and then GG said he will gift one to him for his house— the host asked if Web has a color preference and Web says he doesn’t. He will go with what xiao laoshi wants. Lol. I just have this CPN that Web likes to go with GG’s decisions when it comes to designing their house. GG is “the designer” after all, he’s got an eye for that. Not to say Web can’t have what he wants— but you know what I mean.

That’s all BXGs, hope you are having a good weekend! ✌🏼

source:

https://m.weibo.cn/status/4766628845718951?

https://m.weibo.cn/1956699722/4766630892016085

https://m.weibo.cn/2494721715/4766219280843585

https://m.weibo.cn/1099761052/4766665092891571

[featherlumina]

Well. Looks like I woke up today and chose...pain. Time to get some thoughts out about this tragic scene.

Okay, first up, even though I did push the brightness & colour saturation on this scene for the GIF, the light in his leg just seems... more...purple than before? I don’t know, when he was running, the light inside seemed more blue. Probably just an example of why you don’t mix shimmer and arcane magic, I guess. More on that later.

“...Sky...Sky!? No!”

THIS. THIS SCENE IS BRILLIANT. The way the camera focuses on Viktor through Sky’s glasses? OH. OHHH. It’s cinematography at it’s finest. Fortiche never ceases to amaze me. It says so many things. The first and only priority for Sky in that moment was saving Viktor, and he was the last thing she saw. In this moment, we’re also invited to see things from Sky’s perspective—but there’s something very, very wrong, because she’s not there. We can’t get her view anymore because she’s gone. 

Like Viktor, we as the audience missed the chance to know her more, and, like Viktor, we mourn what could have been (yes, I went there). In Viktor’s self-absorbed desperation, Sky became an afterthought to him, and she was ripped away because of his carelessness. I’ll have more to say on this in future posts but I believe the lack of Sky’s character was extremely intentional. Am I mad she was very much sidelined? Yes. But I think it was done for very clever reasons, given the show’s attention to detail.  

Anyway, can we also just cry about how upset Viktor is here? He’s just been thrown about by the Hexcore, but the first thing on his mind is Sky. The absolute look of distress from Viktor just...ugh, it ruins me. In my head, this scene says a lot about Viktor’s attitude to Sky as well. He hasn’t just taken a stranger’s life. He’s taken the life of his childhood friend—someone he watched grow up alongside him, with hopes, dreams and ambitions to change the world for the better. 

Just like him.

Whether or not he reciprocated her feelings is another matter, but he clearly cared about her. Viktor’s circle has never seemed that big, either, so losing her, one of the few people who loved him...god. It’s tragic, because once the veil of his Hexcore madness lifted and he saw the consequences, the Viktor we knew and loved from early on in Act I & Act II came rushing right back—someone who deeply cared for others, ahead of himself, and the horror that he took a life becomes unbearable.

“No! Th-that can’t...that can’t...!”

Okay. Can I just say. The animation here is gut-wrenchingly good. The last few frames just convey Viktor’s horror so, so well. The way Sky’s ashes fall through his trembling hands, the agonised expression...this is the moment we can see Viktor’s realisation at what his actions have led to. I can’t imagine the cognitive dissonance he’s experiencing here. To have worked so hard to help, only to have your life’s work end someone? God. Someone send help. I can’t anymore. It’s too depressing. No wonder Vik contemplated ending his own life later.

(Also kinds reminds me of Powder’s monkey... to have worked so hard with the intention to help, only to destroy...let’s hope Vik ends up a little less traumatised than Jinx, hey? They really should be friends, come to think. Could really bond over the trauma and grow as people. For those who AU this, good on you).

What a scene. It’s just... pure devastation. Sky’s remains just...everywhere, even with bits of her clothes, a shoe...it’s awful. Also, Viktor is ridiculously skinny. He’s barely skin and bone at this stage (I have my hunches on lung cancer being his illness because cancer just consumes your body for sustenance, but it’s just a hunch).

Okay this horrible orb just looks menacing as heck right now. I find it interesting because before this, the Hexcore was already corrupted by shimmer to some degree, but Viktor didn’t have any shimmer left for this round. And yet, the Hexcore became more corrupted still. Why is that? It also makes me wonder what would’ve happened to Vik if Sky hadn’t shown up. Because the whatever was happening stopped after Sky was consumed. Would he have been taken by the Hexcore instead? Because the Hexcore definitely seems interested in taking before it gives anything in return (i.e., Viktor’s blood). Anyhow, I have way more questions about this than answers, so we’ll leave it there. 

(Also I’ve tried reading LoL lore to get my head around The Void, as lots of people have some great theories about it and how it might link to shimmer/the Hexcore, so I might write more on that one day...)

[mellxncollie]

okay alex i'm finally able to give this the comprehensive response it deserves (also you opened a real can of worms here by being one of the few people to write such a thoughtful and expansive comment on a gifset so you're really getting the full commentary)

so firstly just. the baseline gifs are SOOO beautiful and vibrant oh my god. idk how you chose specific scenes for this but all of them slap SO HARD.

aaaaaa okay thank you i chose scenes mostly based off of what scenes i knew looked really good or had interesting colors, but also what i knew could be cropped to a square and still look okay. here are some other gifs that got cut because while the base gifs look pretty good, they don't have the colors and/or composition that work well for this format

then i also adore the contrast (ha) between the high-contrast vs the monochrome ones, both types are a Vibe okay!! the colour palettes are RIDICULOUSLY stunning, the colours are calling my name. ALSO the way that some of them are so subtle but the colour palette is the thing drawing your eyes to specific colours? LOVE THAT.

yes omg i'm so glad that you like the more subtle color picks. i wanted to go with the most obvious colors for most of them, but sometimes those small bits of other colors were just so essential to the look!

gif 1: my eyes are immediately drawn to the bright greens, then i see the light blue and go huh?? so cool, don't think i would've noticed those lights otherwise. also the way the gold background ties in with charles' pins/patches and somewhat edwin's shirt and face -- i know choosing colours specific to them would throw off the palette but it really just gives this ghostly feeling of them not being all there, only in bits and pieces, that i absolutely adore!

god this scene is such a gorgeous one and so fun to gif. but i struggled picking and arranging the colors for it. because yeah. i look at that shot and think green and yellow so adding that blue in the lights felt a bit out of left field. but also that blue really makes the green work so i felt like it needed to be there. and holy shit that observation about them being ghosts and not included in the palette -- not intentional but i'm obsessed now

gif 2: THESE COLOURS!!! going insane thank you. anyway the purple and blue!! again my eyes were going ?? and then i saw those windows, like it's a little spot-the-colour game and i'm having way too much fun with it. getting sunset vibes and i adore it. also the gif itself is just visually stunning oh my god. the movement of the gold leash?? WOW

such a stunning shot! and i didn't have to do too much with the colors, just up the vibrancy and brightness a bit and bam! gorgeous colors! initially this was the gif, using the yellow from the light (and also the leash) but the yellow felt a bit too similar to the yellow in the charles in esther's kitchen palette. i also wanted to include the teal but couldn't quite get it to work.

gif 3: jenny my beloved!! VERY fun colour scheme, love the lust cow inclusion, and then the subtle green to the right. (also i'm looking respectfully at jenny but the way her apron strap is twisted and her bra shows a little. um i'm definitely Looking)

YESSSSSSS JENNY!!! (she is soooo gorgeous) honestly i barely noticed this shot in all previous watchen but when trying to find scenes for this set, it just stood out because of just how many colors there are. also, yeah, cannot forget the lust cow! essential part of the scene.

gif 4: LOVE THE BLUES

this shot (and all the other ferry shots) annoys the hell out of me and my roommates because like,,,, that is not a washington ferry. they don't look like that. but i can ignore that for this set because the BLUES! they're so blue!!

gif 5: CRYSTAL MY BELOVED!!!! god i love the monochrome, also so interesting how it's a literal ocean of blood but the colours are not very saturated reds? and crystal's colour scheme just fits in perfectly, she looks like she was made for that place tbh

idk why i never really pieced together that it was really supposed to be blood because its always been... basically orange. i think this one reminds me a bit too much of dune but i still love it. it's such a stunning shot and crystal looks so good and powerful.

gif 6: idk if this was intentional but it's very similar to jenny's palette with very different vibes, wow!! again the obvious green and yellow, and then the darker orange is like oh! wow i didn't even notice that! like the colour palette block of orange is the most significant orange in that image and it just elevates the whole thing?? idk i love it! (also a VERY fun base gif, look at those funky ghost physics!! like that's not a normal guy bracing himself against a shelf okay)

not intentional but i did notice it when putting the set together and made some effort to not have them right next to each other. but absolutely different vibes, and it's interesting ebcause jenny's is more muted and a bit... ill? in a kind of medieval plague kind of a way? and it's full of knives and blood. and then this scene is in esther's place and her home is bright and vibrant and fun. and despite that, jenny's place is the safe one, and esther's is the place of danger and pain. (also ghost physics my beloved, probably my favorite charles scene from this episode)

gif 7: RAINBOW IN THE CLOSET! LOVE WINS!!

me making this gif: is this too on the nose? will people think this is trite or too silly? everyone in the tags on this gifset: OH MY GOD THE RAINBOW AND THEY'RE IN THE CLOSET!!!! 💛

(needless to say, i'm very happy i chose to keep it that way)

gif 8: this is one where it's such a mundane gif, but i adore that you included it, it made me look at it in more depth that i probably ever would. all the greens, and then the light blue! which actually fades out of sight as the camera pans down, so it's fun to watch the gif over and over to see that little bit of sky! and then the contrast of the bright white of the buildings (and their faces before they step into the shadow). *niko voice* so cool!

i said this on discord too but this one might be my favorite in this set. i love the palette and i love the shot. it's such a blink-and-you-miss-it kind of shot, despite being quite a long take, since it's not really about anything but the dialogue and the transition to the lost and found department that happens right after it. and yet, it's still so beautiful and well composed. the cinematographers really popped off on this show and they did not skip over anything. i'm glad that little bit of blue was somethign you could find, it's definitely such a small portion of the gif that i debated whether or not to even include it. but the color was so pretty and also there's a blue (or almost blue) in every single one of these gifs except crystal's, so i think it helps with keeping a through-line between the admittedly pretty different shots.

thank you so so much again for this comment, i truly treasure it. you're so amazing and kind, and the comments you leave on my work as well as all the fics and other things i see you comment on, it truly fuels the fandom!!

Dead Boy Detectives (2024) 1.01 — The Case of Crystal Palace (insp)