#but they are both layers i end up using almost every time i gif

[jooyeone]

would you mind sharing advice on coloring gifs? yours are absolutely gorgeous

hey love! sorry for the wait, i've put a mini tutorial under 'read more' explaining how i made my coloring for this particular gif & some of the ways in which i use my go-to adjustment layers. i didn't have a chance to use every adjustment layer (like hue/saturation, which is a layer i use a lot!), but if you have any other questions that i didn't cover here, do let me know 🥰

start with curves - i personally find that adding the curves later on in the process will either undo some of the color editing you have already worked on or the changes you are going to end up with will be too drastic (so you run the risk of quality loss). because the curves layer makes such a big difference, finding the right black and white points and getting rid of weird tints/filters in the original footage in the very beginning will help you have a clean base to work with, where (hopefully) all the colors are clearly separated.

already a big difference! i found a white spot i liked somewhere on lighter window area, turned the layer opacity down to around 70% until it looked natural enough and this is the base i’m gonna work with. the colors are much better separated now & ps can isolate the reds, yellows and greens far more easily for me now when i add in the next steps (selective color with an emphasis on making the reds and yellows warmer + some vibrance):

if the style you are going for is bright and vibrant, this is where i would normally come in with some brightness+contrast and exposure. for this particular gif, i added a brightness layer where i did not edit the actual values, but instead did this to the layer itself:

then i added an exposure layer, where i increased the exposure by about 0.17, decreased the offset by about 0.0015 and brought the gamma correction to ~0.95. all of these steps brightened up the gif and added some definition:

this is just my own personal preference, but sometimes i like to add a gradient map just to emphasize some of the colors in the gif; in this case, i wanted the gif to feel warmer and lean more heavily into the warm yellow/green hues, so i’ve created a gradient map that looks like this:

this is 1) going to accentuate those warmer tones and 2) naturally bring in a bit more light into the footage. i bring the opacity down to ~20%, play around a bit more with the selective colors to get the shades of red/yellow/green i want & correct the blacks/neutrals if i need to.

then i come in with a final levels layer, where i create the final contrast - if i love starting with curves, i also almost always end with levels because i find that it gives me the perfect finishing touches. to me, that’s the stage where i am happy with the colors themselves, i juuust want to make them stand out a little more & make the gif feel a little more alive. here, i brought the arrow on the far right closer to a value of ~230 and the arrow on the far left to 4-5. this depends entirely on your footage and what you’ve done with the coloring up to this point. it’s very easy to over-brighten a gif at this stage and pay in quality loss (i’ve had my fair share lmao) or over-contrast it by making the darks too dark, if that makes sense. in the end, this is what i ended up with:

aaaand here is the before/after of the gif itself:

#ps tutorial #..? i guess..? #i used to have a tag for this at some point but. anyway. #i hope this helps a bit nonnie! #this was one of the few psds i had saved so i could show you layer by layer #and there was no need for me to use hue/saturation and photo filter on this footage #but they are both layers i end up using almost every time i gif #if i can be of any more help let me know 🤗 #answered #anon

[manias-wordcount]

If you have the time, could you maybe write something with zuko x reader after he has become part of the team and the reader becomes really close with him but somehow she does something to make him jealous and then it ends with rough kinky smut

All That You Needed (Zuko x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼. 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼, 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗔𝗨 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗱𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 (𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗮𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲'𝘀 𝗮𝗴𝗲𝘀 𝗴𝗼 𝘂𝗽 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝘆) 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝘁���𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱-𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

The abandoned vacation home of the Fire Lord had a way of looking both grand and pitiful. 

  Beautiful craftsman's work hides under overgrown moss. Impressive masonry sits without shine as it takes day after day of harsh sunlight with almost no end. Layers of dust cake all that’s been untouched. While fallen leaves and sand, pushed around by wind reach into every other crevice of the house. Faded signs of life worth living here for. Simple signs of royalty and their stay. Mingled in between room after room. Twisted behind old wood that creaks and speaks. And standing forward in front of even older wood that rots and rots. 

  There’s no doubt in your mind that this was once a gorgeous home. And somewhere inside of you, you’re thanking Fire Lord Ozai for having this house so that years and years after he leaves it behind, you and your friends could use it to seek refuge from the very man himself. But another part of you? Currently, it’s cursing out the man for all that he’s put you and your friends through.

  And for producing a son who’s a little too good at every dirty thing he promised he’d do to you once he had the chance. 

  “Faster.” The word is hissed in your ear by a husky, familiar voice just above the sounds of a nighttime downpour just outside the walls. It snaps at you with the same type of venom that you’re used to. But it’s somehow, it’s rougher than normal. Harsher even. But it’s low, and it’s warm against your ear in a way that has you cherishing the tone more than you thought you would. More than you thought you could. But perhaps that was always part of his charm. Perhaps that’s what got you close to him despite being on different sides for the longest time. The way he barks…and backs it up with his bite every single time. “That’s it…good girl.”

  You let out a sharp breath at the praise. He sounds so genuine that you can’t help but feel it low, low, low within your body. And it drives you insane. So, so completely insane that you find yourself doing crazy things just because you want to please him. Just because you want to feed him into his desires. To feel the heat of his hands rolling over your hips, keeping you warm from all the other elements. To relish in the touch of his bare skin against yours, providing you the relief you never knew you sought out until him. And to feel him- in and out of your precious heat. 

  The very thing he had claimed for himself the moment you had climbed on top of his lap while everyone slept only a few mere feet away. 

  “Zuko…” 

  The very thing you’re letting him have his way with right now.

  “The other guys may look at you. They may only look at you.” He speaks definitively to you. As if his word triumphs all. Just like a prince. Though it’s almost impossible to remember that this entire exchange started because he grew jealous. Because he grew tired of witnessing your closeness with the other men of the group. Because he grew annoyed with the stories of stares and wandering eyes that strangers always seemed to have on you whenever you would go out. It’s entirely too human of an emotion you expected him to feel- and towards you no less. “But they’ll never touch you.” 

  Sure, you gravitated to him. A broken soul that left behind so much to fight against the side he was born on. It was only natural to want to be there for your newest and one of your most powerful teams. And sure, the smiles you sent him were more than cordial. And the lingering touches were a few seconds too long to be just a comforting touch. But flirting with a prince turned traitor to his people? It sounded too good of a dream to become anything more. So you never expected it to turn into anything special. You never expected him to see you as anything special.

  Just like you never expected him to go out of his way to find you alone a couple of hours earlier. All so that he quietly profess how the longing looks of every single man that isn’t him makes him sick with anger. All so he can whisper promises in your ears of every single way he wanted to have you all for himself the second he’s able to get the chance. All so he could swear that you’ll never think of another person- another name- by the time he finally has his way with you.

  And now, you’re starting to think he might be right. 

  “Zuko!” You can’t help but whine his name again as he guides you into moving slightly faster than you were used to, his hands holding onto you in a bruising grip. Up. And back down. Up once more. And then down again. It was a risky move- having sex out in the open like this. No, it was beyond risky. It feels outright dangerous riding him out in the open like this. Anyone could wake up to the sounds of thunder and rain out and turn over to see Zuko, laying on his back with his knees up and his pants down so he can watch as your face fills with pleasure-filled expressions that only he can bring out of you. “Zuko…please!”

  You don’t what you’re asking for. You have no idea what you’re begging for. Perhaps to move to a new location? With Toph sleeping in the only other clean room in the vacation home to escape Sokka’s snores, a request like that would be difficult to fulfill. Even if you could manage to pry Zuko’s hands off of your body for more than one second, you doubt you could find something suitable. Then perhaps for him to take it slower? For him to be merciful. No, no that can’t be it. You wouldn’t dare ask for something so foolish. Not while your body is chasing that growing feeling inside of you, just begging to be let out. Then… could it be more?

  Could you want that? Could you want more?

  “They’ll never touch you.” He repeats himself against the sounds of the rain throwing itself against the roof increases. It’s the same voice he used when he pulled you away from the others all those hours ago. The same voice that makes your eyes fog over and your mind wander just to hear it so close. Maybe that is what you want. Maybe that is what you need. “I promise you, never.”

  More kisses to your swollen lips. More bites to your already bruising neck. More of his warm touch against your body. You want it. More intense looks from lust-filled golden eyes. More dangerous whispers against your heated skin. More shared breaths of this air that surrounds you both. You need it. More shared moans of pleasure. More shared groans of desperation. More, more, more. You have to have it. 

  More time alone with him. More time beside him. More time on top of him. More time on him. More of him inside of you. More of him, more of him, more of him. Maybe that’s what you want. Maybe that’s what you need. More of him. No…

  All of him.

  “They’ll never touch what’s mine.”

  Just like he needs all of you too.

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[errythinisblue]

Rainy Manchester mornings.

Rúben Dias x Y/N

Summary: You’re not used to wake up with your boyfriend by your side, and he’s not used to either, because of his busy schedule. But you both might get used to it very easily…

Warnings: SMUT (almost without a plot, but at least it’s kinda sweet)

gif credits to @gyu-17

Rain tapped against the windows of your bedroom, and you slowly stirred awake; you opened your eyes in the greyish light, and your heart immediately skipped a beat at the sight you were presented with: Rúben’s face was so close to yours that your noses could touch with just a slight movement of your own. He was sleeping on his back, his chest deeply raising and falling with each breath he took; his left arm was by his side, hand resting just above his left hip, while his right arm was under your head; it was probably numb by now, seen as you woke up pretty much in the exact, same position you fell asleep the night before.

You slowly moved your body towards him, resting your weight on your elbows and finally setting his arm free, careful not to wake him up. He had a big game tonight and you knew he needed the rest.

He sighed in his sleep, as he perceived that he could move his arm again, and he moved it immediately to circle your waist under the covers, losing no time and no chance to keep you as close as he could. His face scrunched up in concentration as he did so, and you couldn’t help but find his expression adorable.

Smiling, you slowly raised your right hand to smooth the creases that formed on his forehead, and when you saw his face relax, you lowered your body on the bed once again, resting your cheek on his shoulder this time.

Your fingers gently caressed the smooth skin of his chest, dancing along his left collarbone, then in the middle of his neck, and then along his right collarbone; your eyes were fixed on his beautiful facial features: his now relaxed forehead and the disheveled hair, his closed eyes with those long lashes you envied so much, his nose and his defined cheekbones, his full lips, and that beard of his… he was perfection.

As you absentmindedly admired him, Rúben turned to his side; he was still asleep, but he was fully facing you now. The arm that circled your body tightened its hold on you, while his left hand moved from his hip to yours. You could tell it wouldn’t be long before he was fully awake, as his left hand travelled down your thigh and moved it over his hip, letting you feel every single inch of him.

His breathing hitched as his hard on pressed against your core, and you too sighed at the contact, even if there were still two layers of fabric separating the two of you.

“Hmm…” he groaned as he opened his deep brown eyes, “Well, good morning…”

“Morning baby…” you smiled, bumping your nose against his, and softly scratching his beard.

He bumped your nose back with his, before he pecked your lips, once, twice, grinning before he pressed his lips to yours once again, kissing you deeply, sighing into the kiss and breathing you in as if he missed you during his sleep. With your lips still attached to his, he didn’t wait anymore to roll your bodies over, and you ended up straddling him.

“God,” he smirked up at you, eyes still heavy with sleep, “I love waking up like this, with you…”

“You do hm?” you asked him, as you lowered your face to kiss him.

“I do,” he breathed as soon as your mouth moved to kiss his cheek, his jaw, his neck, “I hate when I have to leave early in the morning to go training, I hate leaving you all alone in our big bed…” a low growl erupted from the back of his throat, “…I hate that I’m not here to give you a proper good morning kiss, or something better…”

“But you’re here now,” you smiled before you pressed an open mouthed kiss to his lips, “aren’t you?”

“I am…” he rasped, before he sat up to kiss you.

He was there with you indeed, and you could feel him everywhere around you: his breath on the sensitive skin of your neck, his lips ghosting your pulse, his hands slowly travelling down your back, starting from between your shoulder blades and ending on your hips as he guided your grinding movements.

“You know we shouldn’t,” you whispered, already hooked on the feeling of him, “not before tonight’s game…” you murmured against his lips, those same lips that travelled up from your neck to kiss you again, and again.

“It’s still early in the morning, and the game is tonight…” he tried to convince you, moving his right hand to the front of your panties and placing his thumb directly over your clit, “I’ll have plenty of time to recover…”

“This is not fair…” you half whined as you moved your hips in sync with his thumb.

“What?” Rúben smirked, gazing at your facial expression through half hooded eyes.

“You trying to persuade me like this…” you gulped as he applied a more intense pressure.

“Okay, you’re right.” he cleared his throat, before he raised his hands in surrender, letting you long for his touch on you once again, “Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop.”

“It might be too late for that…” you leaned your face closer to his, watching as he gulped while you felt him twitch under you.

“Where are you going?” he rasped as he watched you get out of bed.

“Just lay down…” you told him as you gently pushed on his chest, feeling his heart hammer under your touch; you smirked as you heard him swearing while he looked at you getting undressed for him.

You couldn’t wait to feel his skin against yours, already missing the close contact between your bodies and already longing for an even closer one, so you kneeled between his parted thighs before you straddled his hips once again.

“You’re so beautiful bebê…” he groaned as he touched your naked breasts, toying with your hardened nipples as you rolled your head back because of his blazing touch, “So beautiful and all mine.”

“I want you Rúben,” you whimpered, wanting to feel his hands all over you once again, “please…” you pleaded while you freed his dick from his tight boxers, taking him by surprise as you wrapped your small hand around him.

“Fuck bebê,” he moaned, closing his eyes shut at the feeling of your hand gently stroking his cock, “don’t stop…” he was the one pleading this time, but he didn’t waste any time before his fingers were making sure you were wet enough for him, and he let out a low moan as he felt that you were more than ready for him to fuck you.

Rúben kissed you hungrily, panting and moaning softly in your mouth as you were still stroking him; then he gently removed your hand from him, lowering his boxers enough to be comfortable, before he wrapped his hand around his dick and slowly lowered you down on it.

“Oh Rúbenn…” you softly moaned as he stretched you out, filling you perfectly as he always did.

“You feel amazing baby, fuck,” he sighed, feeling lightheaded from the way your walls wrapped around him, “so wet for me, so perfect.”

“You are,” you panted, starting to move above him, riding him slowly, teasingly, “you are perfect Rúben, fuck!”

His hands were all over you once again, just like his lips, that were attached to your breasts, to your neck, and to your face; your senses were in overdrive as you could feel his touch everywhere, and the slow rhythm of your movements did nothing to help your case, if anything it pushed you closer and closer to your high.

Rúben wasn’t doing better, if it can be said. Your soft skin and your scent were intoxicating him; the sight of you riding him and chasing both of your highs didn’t help him at all, not to mention the feeling of your walls that started to contract around him, as if they were calling him in, inviting him to just let go.

“Are you close baby?” Rúben asked you, his hoarse voice alone making you moan out loud, “I can feel how close you are…”

“Please baby, please Rúben I need you…” you breathed, pleasure already fogging your brain, “I need you…” you repeated as you took his hand and placed it between your bodies, letting him know what you wanted from him.

As soon as Rúben’s fingers started to circle your clit, you threw your head back breathing a desperate “fuck” to let him know this what what you needed. And Rúben would have cum right there and then at the mere sight of you: seeing you like this, all his and lost in the pleasure he was giving you was definitely making him lose it.

He shut his eyes tightly, trying to hold back and to wait for you to cum before letting go. But he wasn’t ready to meet your burning gaze once he opened his eyes once again, and you weren’t going to look away. You stared into his eyes, into his soul, as you took his face in your hands as you started to ride him faster and harder.

“Bebê I’m not gonna last long if you keep this up,” Rúben whined, the strain in his voice telling you he was clearly holding back, “fuck, slow down, I want you to cum first-”

“I want you to cum with me,” you breathed, “cum with me Rúbenn…”

“Fuck you’re so gorgeous, fuck!” he growled as he helped you ride out your orgasm, and finishing inside you as he did so, “Fuck baby…” he sighed as he tried to gain control over his breathing once again.

He gently laid you down on the bed, before he got up to grab a washcloth to clean you both up. He was always so caring and always paying attention to you, and this morning it was no different.

“We should do this more often…” you giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck, once he laid down next to you.

“You’re right indeed,” he chuckled as he kissed your cheek, “but what am I gonna tell to your beloved Pep?”

“Tell him to just postpone your morning sessions,” you shrugged as you heard him laughing, “by an hour or maybe two…” you wiggled your eyebrows as you tangled your fingers in the short hair at the nape of his neck.

“Two hours hm?” Rúben breathed, his mouth dangerously close to yours, “We still have time then!” he laughed as he rolled your bodies over, laying on top of you, between your parted thighs.

“Time for what??” you smiled up at him, caressing his irresistible bearded cheeks.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, “but I’m sure we’ll find something to keep us entertained!” he chuckled before he grabbed the duvet and brought it up to your heads, hiding your bodies and your giggling noises underneath it.

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[igncrxntripley]

hi love! i’m here to request again 🫶🏾

can i get a rhea ripley x reader where reader and rhea are friends with benefits and after they get done fucking-reader spills her guts about her hidden feelings and we get a happy ending 😁

friends with benefits

a/n: YESSSSSSS TY FOR THIS - did headcanons bc they're a little easier for me to push out at this point, i hope you like this!!!!

mentions: NSFW 18+, top!rhea, softdom!rhea, bottom!reader, sub!reader, fwb!rheaxreader, fem!reader, fingering, grinding, kissing, heavy makeouts, slight scratching and clawing, break of kayfabe w/ use of rhea's real name, edging, slight overstim

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by no means was there anything romantic going on between you and demi; this little...'situationship', if you will, is only meant to make the both of you feel good and fill in the spaces where both of you were feeling incredibly empty.

with every new city, you two always finding your way back to one another. it usually begins with demi sending a sneaky text to you and her coming over to your hotel room.

this latest instance would be no different; demi on top of you in bed, both of you just in the bare minimum clothing as you exchanged slow but still heated kisses.

her hands are roaming all over your body, feeling every curve and relishing in having her girl - no, her friend - underneath her gasping and moaning for more.

your hands keep themselves busy as well; one in demi's hair, keeping it away from her face so you can see her beautifully structured facade, while the other is slowly dragging your nails up and down her back.

gasps, whimpers, and moans escape both of your lips as the two of you move against each other's body. demi allows one of her hands to slide between your legs to feel just how badly you need her, and it won't take long for her fingers to begin teasing the needy bundle of nerves that so desperately ached for her.

demi may have this tough outer layer, but the inside of her was so incredibly gentle and was always needing to make sure you're taken care of. this is no different, but the fact that you two weren't an official couple is something that makes it all ache that much worse for her.

every time you two do this, demi is focused on taking care of you. her fingers, her mouth, her thigh - it's all about you and making sure you have what you need. of course you reciprocate it and give demi what she needs as well, but she's so caring and soft that it almost shocks you every time she gets up to leave once you two finish your business.

she'll do this for as long as she pleases; teasing you with her fingers, bringing you so close to the edge but then not letting you finish because she wants to keep it going.

"no no, babygirl. not yet." she'll whisper breathlessly as you whimper and squirm against her, desperately trying to bring yourself closer and release that tension she's been building up within you. "i'm not quite done with you, princess."

eventually she'll resort to slipping her thigh between your legs, allowing you to grind and move against her to make you believe that even for a second you're in control. once again though, that shifts every time you get close because she'll pull her thigh away to remind you she's truly the ringleader.

"demi...fuck, don't be like that?" you'd beg, looking up at her with the same puppy dog eyes that always got you what you wanted. and she'll give in, because even though she's tough and likes to be in charge she can't just not give in when she looks at you like that.

when demi gives into you, it's the same rush of kissing and touching that got you two there in the first place. but this time, each of you bring a hand down to touch the other and allow yourselves to bring the other to her climax.

your legs locked around one another, your lips melting into demi's, and the absolute heat radiating off of the both of you are the only things you register as you both touch one another; the only thing to bring you out of it is the sound of your moans mixing with hers, and eventually the two of you relaxing together on the bed.

usually demi would get up by then; she'd shower, change her clothes and give you one more teasing kiss with her usual "until next time, baby." before leaving the room. but this time, she...stayed there? with you in her arms?

let's be real, you don't mind and you aren't going to tell her to leave. but before you can even ask, demi looks down at you and you';d brush that dark fringe from her face as her words send a shockwave through you.

"i can't do this anymore."

you'll sit up a bit and look at demi in shock, but she sees where your mind has gone and will immediately calm you down; "i can't come over every night and pretend like i'm okay with not admitting how i really feel...because i really, really fuckin' like you."

demi spilling her guts like this makes your own insides twist into knots. "you what?" you'll ask, your cheeks turning bright pink as she sighs in slight embarrassment.

"i like you, y/n! shit, i don't know how else to say it. i've liked you for awhile now, as more than...whatever 'this' is."

demi will look at you expecting the worst, honestly preparing to even get out of bed to leave and pretend none of this ever happened; but you surprise her this time, and hold her beautiful cheeks before planting a kiss on her lips. you look at her with a smirk, and in that moment everything has slowly begun falling into place.

"i like you too, you freak."

#wwe x reader #wwe imagine #wwe rhea ripley #wwe smut #rhea ripley #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley imagine #rhea ripley headcanons #smut headcanons

[kaitlynpcallmebeepme]

Late Night Talking

Late Night Talking

Damian Wayne x Reader

Idea: Damian wayne x reader where he gets kicked on her fire escape and knocked out. She takes him in and tries to patch him up.  His brothers get scared about his disappearance and go to find him not wanting to leave her company (she could be wanting to be a veterinarian and he's listening to her talk about cow's 4 stomachs (completely Dr. Pol knowledge, not actual veterinarian knowledge))

Requested: Nope.  

Author’s Note:  I tried to start this during my night shift, but I'm really tired right now and I work again tonight, so I need sleep (I ended up finishing this about a month later). This is Reader POV most of the time.  Both reader and Damian are about 16, but I’m still thinking of the art and costume style of the Batman vs Robin animated movie instead of JDL: Apokolips War Damian. Family dynamics are based on the Batman: Wayne Family Adventures Webtoon series where they all have a somewhat working relationship.  I have ideas in the works, but requests are still OPEN.  Feedback is always appreciated, especially since I don’t know if I characterized Damian correctly.  Also, tell me if you want to be part of a Tag List and I’ll tag you when I upload something new.

Warning: Injuries and blood mentioned, Veterinarian knowledge (that’s completely Dr. Pol based, should not be used for any factual diagnosis), a shirtless Damian, the Batfam crashing the party (although you only hear Batman and Nightwing talk), tell me if I missed any warnings

Word Count: 2,111

Curled underneath a cave of blankets, I was reading Murder on the Orient Express for the ten billionth time.  Snow was falling outside of my room in Gotham, building up a layer on top of the fire escape outside of my window.  I needed a break from reading all of my other Veterinarian books.  I haven’t even applied to any college for undergrad much less to be a Veterinarian yet, but if I was going to get an internship somewhere before school, then I wasn’t going to limit the animals that I worked on.  I’m currently reading about a cow's four stomachs.  

**THUD**

What the fuck was that.  It sounded like something dead hit my window, but louder.  It better not be another bat.  I got in trouble from my parents trying to help one that was almost dead on my fire escape.  I put down my book, grabbed a baseball bat I kept by my bed for intruders, and made my way toward my window.  When I opened the blinds, there was this dark limp figure spread out over my fire escape.  Through the darkness I could make out an R in a lighter color on his chest.  Robin.  Wow, Robin is almost dead on my fire escape.  I opened the window and tried to assess what I could of his current condition.  A sword layed next to him and his face was cut and bruised up with a pretty bad one around his eye as the snowflakes started to cover his unmoving long eyelashes.  I poked his ribs with the end of my bat.  He groaned in pain.  Well he wasn’t dead, at least that’s good.  Figuring it was a better idea to have Batman and Robin on my good side, even though I couldn’t think of a reason I would be on their bad side, I decided to help the injured boy instead of leaving him vulnerable to the jaws of Gotham.  

I grabbed Robin’s wrists, hoping that they were not broken, and started to drag him into my room.   He groaned out of pain every time I pulled, but he didn’t fight me.  Probably didn’t have the energy anymore.  I needed to figure out why he was so weak.  I picked him up as best as I could with my weak arms and laid him on my bed.  I didn’t care if he got my sheets bloody, they would wash out.   I quickly went back to the window, whipped all the snow off my balcony so no one suspected anything, shut my window, latched it, and closed my blinds.  No one is seeing this vulnerable Robin.  The city needs him and the rest of the Batman group to be strong and fearless.  

I looked at the rise and fall of his chest, ok he’s breathing.  No hugely bleeding spots that I can see, but I’m not sure if he’s going to let me take off his suit to get a really good look.  I slowly move my hand toward his neck, but retract it before I can get too close.  Best to try to see if he’s awake now and establish at least a working relationship.  

“Robin.” 

“What?”  He didn’t sound confused, so that’s good.  He kinda sounded like he was giving me the cold shoulder, but I’m not going to take it too personal.  He probably had a rough night. 

“Ok, well, my name is Y/n.  I’m not going to hurt you or fight you.  You landed on my balcony half dead and really hurt.  I’m not going to force you to do anything, but is it okay if I take off your suit or parts of it to make sure you’re not extremely hurt or bleeding anywhere else?”  

“No.”  I was expecting that.  “You’re asking me to drop my guard and be a defenseless civilian.”  

“First of all, even in your REALLY battered state right now, I’m pretty sure you could kick my ass if you wanted to, not gonna to lie.  Second of all, would anyone who’s trying to help you hurt you?”  That was probably a stupid question.  He’s probably been double crossed countless times.  

“In my line of work.  Yes.”  Figured.  

“Okay,  it’s your choice to bleed out if I can’t figure out if you’re bleeding at all.”  I picked up whatever book was closest.  Dang it, some of his blood got on the cover.  Well, it made Murder on the Orient Express more murderous.   I just kept reading my book on the floor.  He could leave if he wanted to.  I couldn’t stop him.  I didn’t even turn when I heard him grunting through the pain and rustling my bedspread.  I thought I was going to hear his boots hitting the ground next to me to make his way out of my room, but that’s not what I heard at all.  It sounded like the clicks of a keyboard and then the sound of metal hitting each other and the soft thud of it hitting my bedspread.  I turned to look up at him.  He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his chest plate armor off along with his cape/hood, but his domino mask was still on.  That would be enough.  His chest was littered with old white scars, purple and green bruises at different stages of healing, and some new red cuts that he probably got tonight.   I put my book back down and grabbed some exam gloves while he heaves himself to lay back on my bed.  “Anywhere you’re super concerned about?” Figured it would be better to ask.  I’m pretty sure he hurts all over, but I couldn’t tell that, and I currently can’t see any gushing blood on his skin.  Just some pretty purple bruises that scored his ribs, some small but long cuts that were bleeding near the top of his chest, and a couple of white scars painted his lower abdomen.  For someone you assumed who’s been through a lot to be his age and fighting with Batman, he didn’t look too bad.  He shook his head no at me.

I left him on my bed and returned with a small bar soap and a small plastic bucket, which I use to shave my legs with, filled with tempered water, and a couple washcloths.   

I got the washcloths wet and dabbed them on the soap so it wouldn’t sting his cuts too badly, but clean his slightly dark skin so there would be a less chance of infection.  I kept looking up at his eyes.  His emerald green eyes.  Part of my brain wants to look at his eyes just for pleasure and the other wants to make sure his nervous system is okay.  

“Why do you keep staring at my eyes? Do I look that bad?” Even though his facial expression was completely serious, I couldn’t tell if it was a joke or not.  I decided to play it safe and repeat the first logical thing that came to my head.  

“Well, I’m watching the skin behind your eyes because I don’t know what other people hit you over the head tonight.  So if the skin behind your eyes turns black, also called racoon eyes, it could mean you had severe head trauma and your cerebrospinal fluid, which is the fluid surrounding your brain and spinal cord, is leaking and you need way more care than I could provide.  You would need a hospital at that point.”   His facial expression to me couldn’t tell whether to be impressed or offended.  

“You seem too young to be a doctor.”

“You seem to young to be Batman.” Damn my big mouth.  I was SURE he was going to march out of my room.  He did stare at me with an ‘if looks could kill, you’d be six feet under’ look.  Better try to explain myself quickly.  “Both of my parents are ICU doctors who specialize in trauma, and since I want to be a Veterinarian, some of their knowledge rubs off on me.”  

I tried to avoid his eye contact after that because I couldn’t tell whether I was on his good side or not.  I couldn’t do much with my limited current skill, but I squeezed his skin together to make the skin as close together as possible before I put some gauze and bandages over them, which were Superman bandaids ok, don’t judge me.   I look up at him while finishing my work to find his deep emerald eyes focusing behind me where my books lay.  I turned over my shoulder to find him staring at my Veterinarian book.  

“You like animals, because you keep staring at my Vet book?”

“They’re nicer than people sometimes and that’s the reason why I’m a vegetarian now.”  You’re just glad the thick air between the two of you has broken.  He was actually becoming a better person to talk to.  

“You just gotta make sure you replace your nutritional intake that you would have gotten from meat.  That’s the main mistake people make when going vegan is they become too deficient in protein.”

“Why do you want to be a Vet, may I ask?”  I sat next to him on my bed as I was done patching him up and we were just talking like old friends at this moment.  

“Animals are just so complex it’s really cool.  For instance, cows have four stomachs and if they have gas trapped in their 4th stomach, how you fix it is you twist their head so their sense of balance gets off, roll them on their back, listen for the stomach which would sound like a balloon, sew it to the belly wall, then roll them right side up so the stomach stays in the correct place.”  

“I actually have a cow that I rescued from a slaughterhouse.” He shared this fact before thinking that maybe he shouldn’t mention it.  What was she doing to me?

“WOW Really?!?! I mean, I don’t think you would let me see them because that would reveal your identity, but that’s still really cool.”

**BANG!!**

A noise of someone landing not so gently on my fire escape silenced the room.  Robin put his finger to his lips and I nodded in response not wanting to move or make a sound.  

He silently got off my bed and crept over to the window, making sure to stay crouched out of sight.  He slowly moved the curtain to peek through the glass.  After a moment he threw open the window.

“What are you doing here?”

“Your tracker was off and you weren't answering any of your calls.  We tracked your last location to around here and found the balcony with significantly less snow on it figuring you had to go into hiding.”  Ok that HAD to be Batman, there was no way that deep scary voice wasn’t him.  Even though you haven’t had any interaction with him before, and you’d like to keep it that way, that’s just what you’d imagine him sounding like. 

“Who you got in there birdie that you had to take your shirt off for?” Ok this was a completely less mature voice than Batman.  I suspect it’s one of the other and maybe former robins, but I couldn’t tell which one without being able to look out the window.  

“I didn’t want to leave her company.  I’ll be out in a sec.”  Robin closed the window with more force than you think he intended.  

“So there IS a SHE!  We were scared you were dead again.” You heard muffled through the window glass and THAT you couldn’t help but laugh at.  

I picked up Robin’s suit as he turned back towards me and I helped him get it on without messing up my stitching job too much.  As the final pieces of his hood came on and he picked up his sword, he turned towards me in the darkness of my room.  

“So this is goodbye I guess.”  I say with only a little sadness behind it.  I mean, what else am I supposed to think.  He landed on my balcony by accident.  He has no obligation to me, nor would I think he would want an obligation.

“Don’t be certain of that beloved.”  Woah, I like that nickname.  “I might just crash on your balcony on purpose next time.”  He said with a smirk.  He turned and opened my window and left without a trace.  Well, not exactly, because I heard multiple metal clanks of the fire escapes from multiple people jumping on them.    Maybe tonight wasn’t the worst night to get lost in a book.

#batfam #batman #bruce wayne #Damian Wayne #damian wayne x reader #dc #dc comics #DCTV #dctv shows #dc damian wayne #dc universe #dcu #robin #dc fanfic #dc fandome #fandom #batfamily #dc movies #batboys #comics

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Love Supremacy - brain rot part 3 (hopefully that's it, last part, i'm done PHEW)

As stated here, the story within a story structure makes for a cool viewing experience. Different readings for different levels.

Layer 1 - Myung-ha abandons himself Layer 2 - Limbo: an intermediary, temporary, blurry state Layer 3 - The Game, roleplaying yourself (Layer 4 - Us, watching the show haha)

It grants both the audience, and the characters a chance to get a new perspective. 

As Myung-ha sinks into himself, he has to rise back up.

The game framing is interesting, as it makes Myung-ha an active participant in his own fate. He is more likely to act in the safety of a game, with defined, clear goals, and “easy” missions to complete on the side of the main quest. It compartmentalizes the universe in neat little game notifications, and relieves some of the pressure of the hardest part of life. Finding happiness? Pfff, EASY, right?

Myung-ha is given the opportunity to do what all of us have probably wished at one point: re-start, from the latest save point, where it all went wrong. As argued in part one, the characters aren’t just words on paper, or pixels in a game. They have agency, just like Myung-ha.

1. Mirrors/Symmetry

2. Fate, Free Will, and Happiness

▶️3. Game/Reality

Very soon, it appears the lines between the so-called game and so-called reality are getting extremely blurry. 

First, the stakes are incredibly high for a simple game. The penalty is death. 

Myung-ha doesn’t seem fazed by the threat of death, he’s not scared of it. It could be because it's "just a game," but I personally think it's because he's technically already "dead." He ignores the penalty and focuses on his mission(s) at face value. Subconsciously, he works towards changing his own fate, and he gets there!

Debuffs (negative effects) need to be corrected

His efforts are slightly slowed by “debuffs.” These incidents happen due to Yeo-woon’s general dislike for everyone (including himself). They slow the process down enough to teach Myung-ha how to build friendships and relationships. The trick here is that Myung-ha is supposed to learn by proxy, through Yeo-woon’s self-love journey, how to love and be loved, and speak his true feelings.

“Bad” things seem to happen because Yeo-woon isn't quite ready for that unstoppable wave of affection Myung-ha unleashes. At first, the debuffs are incredibly mild and inoffensive (Fondness/Affection level around -10 or -5 = a LEAF falling on his face, a defective streetlight, and spicy tteokbokki lmao) and are easily transformed into something positive, bringing them closer.

But Yeo-woon’s affection is directly related to how honest Myung-ha is with himself and others. For example, he is disappointed to realize the urgency of Myung-ha’s text was fake (="Myung-ha doesn't trust me like I trust him"), and he doesn’t reassure Yeo-woon about the fact that he smells like someone else (lol cat energy). By refusing to open himself up to be cared for, it backfires with direct consequences. 

Myung-ha is allergic to listening to his own advice. All "do as I say, not as I do." When he told Yeo-woon "when someone cares for you, just accept it, why do you have to [question it?]" I almost screamed. We're all mental health experts when it comes to someone other than ourselves lol.

As for most things in life, the answer is balance. His side quests involve, for example, making other friends, who can be reliable and provide help in return. Kyung-hoon helps with a part time job and Sang-won offers to drive him to Yeon-woo.

Also interesting to note, his knee jerk reaction to anyone trying to enter his sphere is to close himself off, keep some distance. The above is in response to someone using casual honorifics (hyung/oppa).

Kyung-hoon, as if expressing Myung-ha's interiority, explains he's ok with long distance dating. Why? Simple: he likes his boyfriend, and wants to enjoy every moment until it ends. This is in direct opposition to what Myung-ha chooses: he places the certainty of pain/suffering above the mere possibility of happiness.

(...relatable tbh)

Myung-ha's inner desires clash with his depressive state constantly, and it gets worse after Yeo-woon’s affection levels dramatically drop from a positive number, back to zero, and then negative again, due to Myung-ha struggling to accept, and balance his own feelings. Too much love for everyone but himself, too scared to need anyone who might end up leaving him. The debuffs get more serious (Grandma gets hospitalized), and he starts fainting. Myung-ha is falling back into old traps, and like vicious circle, by trying to fix the errors incorrectly, in turn, makes the system shut down.

Thankfully, he does come to understand things remain worthy, even though he cannot have them forever.

The mysterious texts from an unknown number

Myung-ha faints several times, like things aren't quite going right. The nonsensical texts keep pouring in.

These read, to me, like close friends/family grieving, like they're in a columbarium (?). Besides the one from his sunbae at the end, they're all unsigned. There's one text saying they have "followed someone wearing the same clothes as [Myung-ha], knowing it couldn't be [him]", and one about a broken vase. Are they all from his sunbae, relaying the things said to him once? Or after his death? At his funeral? As a prayer? Thinking of him?

While the game server experiences extreme instability, memories, “real-life” happenings parasite the safety of the game.

Very personal elements keep permeating the game play; lines go beyond blurry, and disappear entirely.

Elements outside of the game keep popping up. Soon, the edges of the gameplay aren’t so clear-cut anymore, as Myung-ha gets more precise with defining happiness. His own handwriting shows up in the game notifications.

The answers are his own: he filled in the blanks himself. But he constantly tries to apply them to someone else.

It becomes impossible to dissociate the game from Myung-ha’s existence. I’m sure I haven’t caught them all, but there are many instances where Myung-ha's reality bleeds into the game.

Bubbly, water sounds are heard at key moments, and before long, his "memories" with his sunbae also get a underwater backdrop. To say nothing of the water/wave imagery around Myung-ha.

His world is leaking through the seams, the wave is rolling him over, and he’s sinking deeper. Which way will he come up? Water symbolism is always, MUAH, chef's kiss.

He is given ultimate freedom - a symbolic pen, to overwrite the program, and solve the system errors

Myung-ha for better or for worse, whether he likes it or not, is in control, quite literally, of the game, and by extension, of his life. When he starts to understand he's the origin of the errors, he panics, chooses to end it early, and saves Yeo-woon's fate over his.

That same pen has been used to write all the answers to the questions that appear in the game. He chooses Yeo-woon over himself. The game fails, the universe wavers. Beautiful contradiction: he fights to stay. Just like the way he regretted it after walking into the water. His true intentions come bubbling back up to the surface, and he runs to Yeo-woon, away from death and towards life. He doesn't want to disappear.

Time's up

In the previous post, I went more in depth about how he only gives, never takes. He doesn’t reach out to be pulled out of the water, thinking himself to be alone, and his system slowly starts shutting down. 

The scenes end abruptly, we jump from seemingly disconnected locations, faster, while Myung-ha frantically tries to outrun his own errors. I’ve seen some criticism of the pace and editing getting a little hectic in the later episodes, but I think it was purposefully reflecting Myung-ha’s state. 

Yeo-woon, with his newfound agency, defies his own story ending. By changing the game’s core mission to “make Myung-ha happy” he counters Myung-ha's one-sided choice and the balance can be restored.

CONCLUSION // PLEASE LET THIS END

"Despite knowing the journey and where it leads, I embrace it and welcome every moment." (Ted Chiang, Stories of Your Life and Others)

It is unclear whether Myung-ha gets a redo in a new reality, or if he gets to enjoy his own personal heaven after death. The game might be a physical representation of Myung-ha’s mind. It’s as real as any other intangible concept, like love, or happiness. There's definitely something to be said about the aspect ratio changing depending on where he is, but...

But to me, it doesn’t really matter. It's not where he ends up, it's how he got there.

I love that we open with Myung-ha abandoning his life at sea, and close on him returning to the water for a new start.

And I love that Myung-ha loves his own story: on his date with Yeo-woon, he gets emotional over the movie because the Monster Croc is "an alien" (COUGH Myung-ha) who joins the Zombie Gorilla (COUGH Yeon-woo) in his world to "save it"...

#love for love's sake #love for love's sake meta #lfls #love supremacy zone #tunnel vision is over #i can REST

[b000mbayah]

Alphabet love Sana

જ⁀➴ જ⁀➴ જ⁀➴𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 જ⁀➴ જ⁀➴ જ⁀➴

Requested: Yes

Word count: 1,378

Warnings: None

જ⁀➴ જ⁀➴ જ⁀➴𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 જ⁀➴ જ⁀➴ જ⁀➴

Attention

When is there ever a moment without you being smothered in her love? Sana snuggles you as often as possible and keeps you close like a polar bear and its child.

Beauty

Your love for each other is pure and straight from the heart. It often has your friends gagging at the sight, but you know they're secretly happy that you're happy.

Comfort

Sana values your comfort as much as she does her own. If you're not feeling okay, Sana will help aid you to a secure setting and reassure you as much as needed.

Dreams

Sana often jokes about how she never wants to sleep again, now that her real world is finally better than her sleep one. But that still doesn't stop you from appearing in her dreams when she does sleep.

Equality

Sana does believe in equality, that equality is one of the most important aspects to any kind of relationship. However, in certain situations, one of you will have more power than the other- and that's perfectly fine as long as you're both okay with it.

First encounter

It was at her close friends' birthday dinner when she first met you. You showed up in a more casual attire- yet Sana could swear on everything that she had never seen someone more stunning than you. Sana ended up spending most of the night talking to you, right after claiming a seat adjacent to you. She ended up sleeping like a baby that night, with a few drinks stirring in her head, your face in her heart, and your contact in her phone.

Gratitude

Sana absolutely loves you and often shows you just how much through romantic dates and the use of her love languages. This is just her way of appreciating you.

Hugs

Back hugs, side hugs, regular hugs. They all hold a huge place in your relationship. Sana loves to nuzzle her head into you, squeezing you lightly as she giggles away to the rhythm of your heartbeat.

Interests

You may not share the same interests, but Sana would be more than over the moon to share her hobbies with you, and she'd be even more ecstatic if you introduced her to your own interests. She'd sit through years of movie marathons with you if it means you're spending time together.

Jealousy

Sana gets jealous, and when she gets jealous, she gets pouty and almost baby-like. She'll sulk in the corner, her bottom lip protruding out until you notice her. She'll be stubborn about it too- she'll refuse to talk to you for an hour or two until you smother her in your love for her.

Knowledge

Sana has had her fair share of crushes, but relationships? Sana couldn't really remember her last one of those. She'd try her best for you no matter what, but she'd need your willingness and cooperation too.

Love confession

She had confessed first, albeit it was just a smidge bit spontaneous and not exactly… memorable, partly because she was drunk and passed out right after. You were only there to help her home when she flung her arm around the back of your neck and confessed, saying "I think you could be an even better friend, if we were more than friends" when you questioned her the next day, she admitted with a shy smile and a face of heavy blush.

Memories

Sana often snaps silly and goofy selfies of you two- or even just pictures of you- or forcing you to take pictures of herself. She claims it's for memories sake, which is half true, but it's also so she can ugly laugh in her own time about how stupid you both truly are with each other.

Naps

Sana needs to uphold her energetic ways one way or another, so naps are a perfect fit for just this. Sana would demand you join her too- claiming she can't nap without you being her nap buddy. Will layer you both in blankets and sheets, pillows lining the bed, or couch, or anywhere really, as long as she can nap with you.

Opportunities

Sana would never, ever want to miss out on an opportunity if it means being with you. Sana sees every opportunity as a chance to get to know one another impossibly more somehow, and if she squeezes the towel enough, she knows she'll be able to get something new, even if you, yourself, didn't know it.

PDA

You know the saying, "No Sana, no life" well, to Sana, it's more like "No PDA, no life." Sana takes PDA like it's her second job, like she has an unspoken role to fulfil in the eye of the demanding public. Of course, if you're not completely comfortable with this, then she'll reframe, but she wants nothing more than to show you off to the world as her only sweetheart.

Quality

Think of a surreal scene in a mystical forest, where unicorns jump after bubbles. Now, picture yourself and Sana. There's literally no difference. Your relationship is purer than the rarest gems and stronger than titanium. She loves you across the universe and back, and as do you, so your relationship is almost unrealistically desirable.

Romance

Sana can be extremely romantic at times. A surprise dinner date. A surprise bouquet of your favourite (possibly fake if you're allergic) flowers on your work desk. A surprise Teddy already sat in your shared bed when you get home. It's honestly become such a common thing that your shared apartment is almost decorated in only the gifts Sana has gotten you. How you decide to be romantic is up to you. Just know Sana will love it more than anything in the world.

Support

Sana will always be here to supply you with her shoulder to cry on- or just her in general. She'll hug you throughout the night and whisper sweet nothings into your ear as she plays with your hair, stroking your face delicately as if she could break you from the sheer simplicity of her touch. Expect nothing less than a heartfelt night of compliments and gentle kisses.

Thrill

There is a relatively large dosage of thrill within your relationship, and it's refreshing every time you pull a stupid little prank on a friend of either hers or yours. You always find yourselves even more desperately in love with each other somehow after having escaped the loser police… A.K.A. one of your raging friends.

Understanding

Sana understands that people clash, it's in every animal's survival instinct to fend for its own purposes- so if an argument ever does break out, Sana has learnt to reflect and learn for next time… right before she profusely apologies.

Vows

Sana vows to never hurt you, to bring you as much joy as she possibly can through the use of her bubbly personality and cutesy appearance. Sana knows the hold she has over you is powerful, and she'll use that to her advantage through the use of her promises.

Work

Sana loves it when you make little star appearances at her work place, whether that be you just coming to say "hi" during your free day, or dropping off something she forgot at home, or even the occasion where you bring her and her members bags full of food (always junk food and sweets). Obviously, Sana loves visiting your workplace too and hanging out with your small group of co-workers you know well enough to deem as "work pals." It just shows a sense of bond to Sana, and it warms her heart so, so much.

XOXO

Kisses and hugs- this is Sanas' love language, and she wants to share it with you as often as possible.

Youth

The youth of your relationship stems from the reliability of your almost crackhead selves. With your bursting energy combined, it's almost as if you're both toddlers that have mistakenly been put in a pair of adult bodies. Sometimes you wonder if there are babies wandering around in dresses and suits doing business…

Zany

As much as Sana swears by nose kisses and giggly hugs, she knows very well when to take a situation seriously when required. She's not a complete child.

#twice sana #alphabet love #requested #sana fluff #minatozaki sana #sana #alphabet love sana #jyp sana #minatozaki sana x reader #twice sana x reader #sana x reader #gxg

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How I Paint Things - Part 2

Part 1, all about working in subassemblies, is available here.

Priming minis can seem somewhat easy at first glance. You just spray, and you are done, right ?

Right ?

But any miniature painter with even a small bit of experience can tell you that things can go wrong real bad, real fast. And f-ing up your mini from step 1 is more frustrating than not finding the keys of a chastity belt !

Fortunately, there are quite a few tips, tricks, and good habits you can follow to mitigate that kind of bad experience. So let’s go over it.

Why prime to begin with ?

Priming can seem like a bother, but try painting over bare plastic, and you will understand real fast how not enjoyable an experience that is. It also makes for a less durable paint job overall, so don’t cheapen on that crucial part !

With which color should I prime ?

A surefire way to start a heated debate between miniature painters is to ask which color is best for priming (and if you want to start a century long war, ask chuds which color is best for priming female space marines!). Since I’m not here to settle any of those questions, I will simply list the pros and cons of each available options. That way, you can choose which fits you best.

There are basically 4 options :

Black primer :

Advantage : Even if you forgot to paint some parts of your mini, with a black primer, it will just look like the missing part is in the shadows. It’s especially useful on minis with some hard to reach parts, like inside of capes. With black primer, you can just prime and forget.

Disadvantage : If your scheme uses bright or pale colors, you will have a harder time basecoating and will need more layers to reach full opacity.

White primer :

Advantage : Perfect for bright or pale colors or with paint that cover like ass (yellow, some pink, some dark green, etc.). You will basically cut the basecoating time of those colors in half.

Disadvantage : Contrary to the black primer, if you forget to basecoat some hard to reach parts of your mini, it will stick like a sore thumb. Another disadvantage to keep in mind is that acrylic white paints in general are pretty finicky (it’s due to the white pigment being is « bigger » than other pigments, from what I understand), and there are more horror stories of botched white primer than black primer (texture when the primer dries, etc.), so it’s not the safest option.

Grey primer :

Advantage : Almost like white but less capricious or prone to bad texture.

Disadvantage : Slightly less drastic than with white paint, it can still stick out a bit if you forget part of your mini.

Specific colors primer :

By that, I’m talking about the primers dedicated to a particular color scheme, like Ultramarine blue if you paint smurfs.

Advantage : If you intend to paint loads of minis with a similar color scheme, those kinds of primers can be a real time saver, even if the hue isn’t exactly the one you want in the end.

Disadvantage : Same as for white and grey, with the caveat that it will look less jarring by being the same color as the dominant color of your color scheme.

Since that series is title « how i paint thing », I must say that personally, I prime almost every single one of my minis black, even when I paint bright or pale colors. Overall, I find the white primer making parts you forgot to basecoat stick out more of a pain than having to paint a few more layers over black to reach opacity. I would advise you to try both the black and white primer to experience it for yourself, you might have a different impression though

I won’t go over the zenithal priming method, I personally don’t use it, but basically you prime white and then spray some white primer from the top. Never found that method useful since I never use any contrast type paint.

Spray can or brush-on primer ?

Both are fine. A spray can is faster to apply than by brush, but by brush, you aren’t bound to the weather anytime you want to prime your minis, and you are almost guarantee to not have to deal with weird textures.

I personally mainly use the Chaos Black primer from Citadel which, while more costly than other brands, never got all weird on me.

As for the brush on primer, I use the one from Vallejo. It even comes in black, white, and grey !

Overall, I tend to use both spray cans and brush on primer in tandem. What I mean by that is that I try not to over prime my minis with the spray can to avoid speckles and weird textures, meaning some parts of my minis are sometimes not primed enough. I then simply correct things by brushing on additional and localized primer. That overall process isn’t very long and guarantee speed and effectiveness.

How-to use brush-on primer ?

Like standard paint, you apply a few coats. Two is generally more than enough with black primer, you don’t need to reach full opacity, what matters is having primer over every surface, even if it’s a bit thin. Then, let your primer cure 24h in a dry room before painting.

You can also use those primer in an airbrush (basically they are made exactly for that purpose to begin with) and you get all the advantages of the spray primer without most of the inconvenient. You still need to clean the airbrush though.

How-to use a spray can primer ?

It might seem pretty easy at first glance, but it’s probably the trickiest part of that whole priming process, seeing how finicky those spray cans can be.

Here are the key things to keep in mind to have the best chance of not messing up :

One, don’t cheapen on the shaking ! When the label says you must shake the can for 2mn, it’s for a reason. So work those arms and count the seconds sloooowly. When in doubt, shake a bit more. That way, you will both have a great priming experience AND huge biceps !

Two, always prime outside, not in your garage, even if it’s well ventilated, otherwise, you run the risk of intoxicating yourself with the fumes. Those are no joke, and the best way to mess up priming a mini is going into a coma.

Three, never prime when it rains. I will later explain a way you can circumvent humid and cold weather, but rain can truly mess up your work, so don’t even try (obvious, I know, but hey).

Four, always apply a first squeeze of the spray can on some piece of cardboard before doing it on your mini. That way, if the spray can do something weird (it can happen when the muzzle dry badly), you will know right away and won’t damage your precious minis.

Five, prime your minis in short bursts, not too close (15/20cm) and try to slowly rotate them (or move your hand) to catch all angles. Don’t forget to prime from the top and the bottom, it’s often the angles that get forgotten.

Six, don’t overprime ! A slight bit of grey isn’t a problem, as long as you have some « dust » of primer over it. It’s always easier to fix not enough primer than too much anyway.

(What too much priming does to a mofo !)

Seven, when you’ve finished priming, put your spray can upside down and squeeze the muzzle until no more paint comes out. That way, you will clean the muzzle and avoid having paint dry in it, making the spray can unusable.

Eight, always let your freshly primed mini dry in the driest room in your house. Humidity at that stage can mess with the priming. Ideally 24h.

Additional tips and tricks, especially if you want to prime when it freezes outside !

Probably the best tip I regularly use, and one that can allow you to prime with a spray can even in the dead of winter :

When cold outside, put the butt of your spray can into a bit of warm water (not hot, it should be around 25°C/30°C at most) for 10 minutes. It should put your spray can at it’s ideal temperature. Then, shake the can while staying indoors before rushing outside, priming as fast as you can, and going back inside. It works like a charm every time !

And one last bonus tip : beware almost finished spray cans ! 95% of my priming problems came during the last leg of one of my spray cans (speckles, or other textures). So, nowadays, I keep my almost finished spray can exclusively to prime bases (those tend to be more accepting of a bit of texture) and use as new a spray can as possible for the minis themselves.

Next part will be all about basecoating !

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[jamneuromain]

Until the Next Time

Hannibal Lecter x Original Female Character (Esther)

Warning: Inappropriate Behavior, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Therapy Session, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, degradation kink if you squint, MINORS DNI

Word count: ~1.7k

Summary: Hannibal was meeting with his personal psychiatrist to try his personal therapy.

“How are you feeling compared to the last time?” She asked casually while observing her patient with great attentiveness. It was not that a question this plain would randomly occur during her counseling session. It was the other way around. She would ask almost everyone this question, but the reaction she got from him was far more valuable and intriguing than the rest. For she rarely got any. In this particular case, she was maybe just a bit disappointed. He always said he was good. Or better off the next time. Or both.

“I am good.” He chose his words very carefully, his face remaining plain and calm, the same face as he came in and sat down comfy in the chair five minutes ago. He wanted to leave an impression that he was still humane. Or still got a bit of humanity inside, at the very least. Hannibal was not certain whether he could trick her into thinking so, but as expertise, as he was, he could not tell from her face. He despised the way the Bureau required a mandatory psychiatrist intervention after a certain period. The same goes for him, being a psychiatrist himself. However, he must admit that he was satisfied with her. Never providing a single leak to the Bureau, for one, and on the other hand, pleasant to the eyes. He smiled to himself slightly.

So nothing about the next time, huh? This was somewhat new. And the smile. That smile. The smile came from the bottom of his heart. Esther adjusted her legs so that she could lean forward. “Would you mind telling me what is on your mind right now?” 

“You.” She was a good one, and it was no use lying to her. Hannibal admitted quite frankly.

Esther blushed a little and pressed her legs tightly together. Her mind drifted to the previous sessions where they tried out a new experimental therapy, which she’d like to call “the Lector therapy”. She cleared her throat, trying to ignore the warmth growing within her core, “I presume the previous sessions were indeed stress-relieving?”

“Very.” His answer was curt. And he always spoke this way as if every word that came out of his mouth would shred his lips thinner, which they already were. Esther couldn’t help but remember how they felt on her lips, on her breasts, and her thighs. She felt his thin lips were more powerful than full-lip partners she had before. His lips were exceptional at sucking, nibbling, and open-mouthed kisses. She could not recall what his lips weren’t good at. The warmth down below just turned into heat, making her sweat.

She could not wait a minute more. Since she didn’t acquire any information useful, she might as well continue “the Lector therapy” with him. It was unprofessional, she knew. But she couldn’t help it.

He pursed his lips, “Why not?” More often than not his questions would come out posing as a sentence rather than with a question mark at the very end. Today he was behaving abnormally. He stood up from the chair, and habitually buttoned his tailored dark blue suit jacket.

It was the midth of August, searing hot on the outside and there he was, still wearing his tailored suit buttoned all up to the cuff links.

Not anymore. She thought. Watching him as he popped his buttons off one by one. Pop. Pop. Pop. Off came his suit jacket and his vest.

Esther gulped with expectation. She had touched him way too many times to know what a beautiful body hid behind those layers of clothing. She pulled down her knee-length dress quickly. A bit too quickly she might add. Leaving only bra and pantie.

Hannibal didn’t dwell long before he pulled her in for a heated kiss. Tongues and lips smashed together. He tasted like smoked wood and whiskey, though she was sure he wouldn’t drink before a session. Hands roamed her body as always, he knew her far too well.

“Please please please.” The spark in her abdomen blew into a fire, raging over her body as he laid his hands on her. She didn’t know what she was begging for, but she knew for absolute sure who she was begging.

“You are wet.” He put it simply, fingers dancing at her clothed entrance. Still no expression of the sheer delight or disappointment, she thought.

“Soaked.” Only a fracture of seconds without his lips and she felt like fish out of the water. Dying. She needed him. She needed everything he was about to give her. Not offer. But give. Esther latched her mouth upon his jawline. The light stubble he kept on his chin created a delicious fraction and pain mixture that she couldn’t get enough of. Taller than her, he would have to lower his head to kiss her on the lips, which he was currently depriving her of.

His hum was either approval or something else, she couldn’t tell. It sent shivers down her spine and left her imagination with the feeling of his lips connecting to her body with that vibration. God, she needed him more than she could imagine. She needed him so bad. So fucking bad.

She ripped his belt buckle. It came off with a metal clink. He tsked: “Getting impatient, are we?” Hannibal printed a trail of kisses down her column of the throat. He sucked bruises that were sure to remain for three days or more. But she couldn’t care less. He could rip her throat out for all she cared.

His fingers dipped into her entrance gently, pushing in one knuckle each. She gasped. They had not fucked for two weeks and she was having a dry spell since then. It was not that she was saving herself for him. They both knew they were having fun. That was all. It was just that she was insatiable when she met another guy after the first session with Hannibal. And yes, they fucked the very first time they should have been counseling. Back to that random guy, he was unable to touch her like Hannibal did, let alone help her reach her orgasm. From then on, fucking other guys had been bland, meaningless, and time-consuming.

Hannibal. Speaking of Hannibal, he was opening her up. Moist gathered at his fingertips, and he drew his fingers all of a sudden. “Wha-” Esther was confused. He pushed his fingers into her mouth, “Taste yourself”, as he dipped them in some homemade sauce, casually asking her to have a taste. His fingers intruded her mouth, nearly pressing her tongue that she would gag. But Hannibal knew her limits, only stuffed her mouth half full. Her drool smeared his fingers and her chin, making a total mess. He was expecting a mess much worse. But he would get there, with time.

Hannibal grabbed her arms, forcing her to land on the therapy bed on her elbows. He manhandled her to a kneeling position, unclasping her bra, and removed her pantie in one swift motion. He stood behind her, and the next thing she knew, his thick girth pushed in. She moaned in relief, at which he delivered another hum. She was stuffed full to the brim.

It was amazing how sex connects two people, fairly strangers more or less to one another, body and soul. It was in these tiny moments that she could get a glimpse of the man behind all his facades. He was commanding, for starters. Very commanding. She had done a bit of thinking while he dragged out lazily. The thoughts quickly vanished when he thrust again, the tip almost reaching her cervix. Bodies smashing, wet squelching noises growing louder at where he ends and where she began. He held her by the love handle, namely her waist, and pulled her to crash onto him. Hitting deeper. Harder. Sure to bruise tomorrow, if not hours later.

“Such a wonderful cock slut for me... no?” He panted slightly, emphasizing the degrading word, “Needy and wanting.” He paused for a few seconds, only to lower his upper body to whisper and nib her earlobe, “Tell me, do you want me to fill you up? Make you cock drunk? Cum in you so much that you will be seeing the next appointment with it dripping out of your cunt?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what? You’ve got to say the magic word, my darling.” He used one of the most lovable words and still grinned like a devil without horns or darkened hands. They both knew this wasn’t pretending, only a method to reach his satisfaction. And he hated it when things got out of hand.

“Yes please.” She breathed. Gasped for air. Since he hadn’t been giving her a chance to breathe with his hard thrusts. They knocked her out of breath every damn time. Every. Damn. Time.

He sounded annoyed: “Thought the next appointment was only twenty minutes away. Better keep up, darling.” Is she the one not keeping up? Her fogged brain didn’t know anymore.

“Poor thing. ”He sighed, gripping her tighter, “and I have to help you with it.” He reached down to rub circles on her clit. Esther clenched her core, and came with a silent cry, mouth gaping as she was screaming. She saw the white in front of her eyes, limbs soft and fuzzy.

Hannibal was pumping his cum into her. It did drip out of her core.

“I’d say today was very successful.” He cleaned himself with a tissue, tidying up in no time. His voice was only a tad gravel, hard to notice if not paying attention.

“Yes.” She mumbled, kindly taking her undergarments from his hands. Esther clapped her bra and went for a tissue as well. A few minutes after, she only looked flushed. Lips red. Pupils dilated. Everything looked perfectly normal. She could tell her next appointment that she had just run a marathon. Perfectly normal for a psychiatrist to run a marathon, no?

He buttoned his cuff links, pressing a chaste quick kiss on her cheek. “Until the next time, darling.”

Esther held her expression and bid a farewell.

She would be having another dry spell “until the next time” for sure.

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[lxdyred]

☾ Now I can see you ☽

Marc Spector x Fem!Reader / Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Sequel to 'I can almost see you'. Next part ‘Can you see me?’

Sequel; One-shot?; A bit of Smut; Fluff; ANGST.

Summary: Two years after Marc's return, life with him and Steven seems to be going the way you always wanted it to, until blood starts to drip again.

Warnings: Pregnancy, blood loss, possible death, breastfeeding kink? (Steven).

Feedback is really appreciated! If you like this comment please!💕

Italics are flashbacks!

Gif credits to their respective owner!

"Oh, Marc..." she moaned, throwing her head back as she felt herself on the verge of climax. Marc, who was underneath her, gripped her hips firmly and set a faster pace, further increasing the pleasure for both of them.

"Hold on a little longer, baby." He growled after biting his lips and watching his wife, bouncing on top of him. He brought one of his hands to her clitoris and began massaging it again. She was so overstimulated, the slightest touch caused her to roll her eyes at the incredible sensation. "You're a fucking goddess- Ah- Fuck, baby!" He brought one of his hands to one of her breasts and pinched the nipple.

"Kiss me. Marc, kiss me." She moaned at the oncoming wave of pleasure. Marc slipped his arm around her waist, bringing them closer together. Or as close as possible. "Fuck, fuck. Come inside me. Oh—."

Marc kissed her, and she finished, letting out a majestic moan that ended up encouraging the dark-eyed man to finish too, inside her, in the most intimate way possible.

"We're very good at this." He joked as he rested his forehead against hers and sighed contentedly.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him rather shyly. "So good that we ended up like this." She whispered tenderly as she lowered her gaze to her belly, now rounded and covered with a thin layer of sweat, just like the rest of her and her husband's body.

Marc brought the hand he had been holding at her waist up to her belly, which he caressed tenderly.

"Mourning for me is to give importance to something, to learn to live, to honour something. You have to name it and explore it, whether it was something that happened or not."

"Like that life we could never have?"

"For example."

"It still seems like a dream that we've come this far, doesn't it?"

"Yes." He replied, "The life we thought we could never have... it turns out we've managed to create it. Quite literally.”

"I'm glad to be able to do it with you." She caressed her husband's face, looking intently at every detail of his beautiful face. At last, after so many years of suffering, it reflected serenity. "Steven and you are going to be the best thing our daughter could have. She's very lucky, I'm very lucky too."

"Lucky us, darling." Steven spoke, taking control, for the first time in a while. He looked at her with awe and devotion, as if she were one of the Egyptian deities that fascinated him so much.

They loved her, they were lucky.

"I couldn't agree more with Steven." Marc said now.

After hearing those words, she kissed him. Well, them. Lovingly and passionately.

Round 2 perhaps was coming?

It was 3:17 in the morning when things started to get complicated. To get ugly.

An immense pain ran through her abdomen and back. Everything was spinning, she felt weak. Really weak. A few moments after trying to overcome the feeling of dizziness, she felt something wet and warm between her legs. She tried to sit up again and awkwardly put a hand to her crotch.

"No, no, no. No... it can't be, it's still too early." whispered in panic. "Marc...!" She tried to call out to her husband in the darkness, she couldn't see anything. "Marc?" She received no answer. “Ste-Steven?”

Trying to find the switch for the lamp, which was on the bedside table, another wave of pain came over her, but this time with much more intensity, causing her to groan in pain and clutch her belly. Once the light was on, she looked at her hand, which she had previously taken to the wet spot to see what it was.

However, she did not expect to find blood on it. Panicking, she pulled back the sheets that covered her and was able to see the whole thing, horrified and shocked.

Blood. A lot of blood.

The side of the bed where she slept was awash with the warm dark scarlet liquid. It wasn't until she could smell it that she turned her head in the direction of the side where her husband used to sleep. "Marc." She said panicking, her face pale, lacking its usual colour. Tears began to form. Marc was missing.

"So if it's a girl, do you want to name her Layla?" Steven asked her as he tried to assemble the baby's crib

"Yes." Replied the soon-to-be-mom as she rocked in the chair, stroking her not-so-swollen belly. "Why? Don't you think it's a good idea?"

Steven shrugged. "Don't get me wrong, the name is beautiful and I adore Layla...but do you think it's a good idea to name your daughter after your husband's ex-girlfriend?" Steven asked, tightening one of the screws on the crib. He looked at the woman who hadn't answered him.

"I have you both because of her. She's the one who made Marc come back to me, who made him come to his senses to fight for us and not let his fears get the better of him. Thanks to her I have you too, Steven." She paused slightly as she stood up and walked over to stand next to him, where she sat down on the floor next to the man. "She's a great person, and a very dear friend. I feel it's the least I can do."

"Well..." said Steven, placing a hand on his wife's, squeezing it lovingly, as he nodded his head. "It sounds like the right name for our daughter. Well... in case it's a girl."

She planted a kiss on his cheek. "I'm glad we agree." She whispered with a goofy grin.

"I didn't say I agreed." Marc intervened in the conversation, being the one who took control of the body.

The woman sighed. "Ugh, Marc..." she complained, dropping her head on his shoulder.

"I like the name, I really do, but I think we're overdoing it. I think it's a little weird that my wife wants to name our daughter after my ex. Nothing more." Spoke the soon-to-be-dad in an accelerated manner.

"And what do you think our daughter should be named?" she folded her arms, waiting for an answer from the dark-haired man.

"Well... I'm not sure, but I like this nickname, as a diminutive of-”

"-Tattie. He likes Tattie, as a nickname." Steven interrupted Marc, who as he regained control of his body frowned.

"Steven..." sighed Marc in exasperation.

"And what the hell is Tattie diminutive of?"

"Well, it's short for-"

"-Taweret!" Steven cut Marc off again.

"Steven!" Marc exclaimed. "Stop interrupting me."

"You want to call our daughter Taweret!?" Exclaimed the female before letting out a laugh. "I love Taweret, but I don't think it's a good idea to name our daughter after an Egyptian goddess. She'd get bullied at the playground. And besides, if I’m not mistaken, in Scotland they use that word for the potatoes. I think."

"Hey, I didn't laugh when you said Leyla. Besides, she's the one who helped us get back from the Duat."

The woman stopped laughing when she heard that part. The fact that she had discovered that Marc had died when he had left her to protect her was something that every time the subject came up, she shuddered. She felt guilty in a way, responsible for not being able to stop him from leaving, from dying. She always felt her heart sinking.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have laughed. You're right, it makes sense that you would want to call our daughter that." As she spoke, he caressed her cheeks and then placed a kiss on her forehead, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of his lips on her. "But now that I think about it... Tattie makes sense, the baby won't be much bigger than a potato now."

"Small potato!" Steven exclaimed bringing his face close to the level of her belly. "Oi! How's it going in there, sweetheart?"

She giggled, as she listened intently to the nonsense, the caresses and kisses that landed on her belly Marc and Steven, as they took turns doing it.

"You're going to be a show as parents." She commented in a murmur, shaking my head.

When she tried to get out of bed her whole body was shaking and everything was spinning, as she clumsily moved towards the door awkwardly, she kept calling out for her husband, who showed no signs of life.

"Where could he have gone?" she thought, over and over again. "Marc... Steven? I-I need you-" she tried to hold back her sobs.

It couldn't be possible that this was happening.

"Guys..." she couldn't hold back her sobs as she looked down at her legs and saw that her pajama trousers were completely stained with blood. She looked down at the floor as well, and could see the trail of blood she had been leaving from the bed to the door of her room. "Tattie..." she moaned in pain, in tears, as she put both hands to her belly.

She couldn't lose her. Not her baby.

Not now.

"I want to try something. Well, Steven wants to try something." Marc moaned as he thrusted inside her, again and again, fast and hard. Just the way she liked it so much.

God, how they loved to feel and hear her. To praise her, to touch her, to kiss her, to pleasure her.

"Oh? What-what do you want to try? You know you can- Fuck! Ow- oh! He can try anything he wants. He-he ah! He knows." She closed her eyes, as she felt her husband's lips on her neck, slowly moving down to her breasts, now larger and rounder due to her state. "Ahh... Steven do whatever you want to me. I'm yours, completely."

Steven continued to thrust inside her with the same intensity. "You don't know how much I love to hear that, darling." He said, giving her a look, watching as she closed her eyes at the pleasure coursing through her body.

Seeing her reaction to his touch.

Then he took one of her breasts into his mouth and began to suck on it, not forgetting, of course, to massage the other one and play with her sensitive nipple.

"Sweet." He murmured after his first taste of that white liquid that first came out of her breast. "You have no idea how sweet you are."

"Don't even think about stopping." She moaned, clinging her legs to his hips as she ran her hands through his hair.

And so he continued.

The house was completely dark, except for the small light coming from down the hallway and passing under the bathroom door at the end of the hall. She could hear water running, possibly from the shower. It sounded like someone was in there.

"Steven?" she encouraged herself to ask in the dark, in a faint voice, as she slowly made her way forward, leaning against the wall. "Something's not right. The baby..." she tried to contain herself, once again. "Something's not right."

Her legs failed as she stumbled over something on the floor. She fell to her knees and hands, and that's when she came across something she hadn't expected to see.

A gun, large caliber.

What the fuck?

She looked up as she heard the water stop, and could see a shadow, underneath the door, moving towards to open it.

It was a Sunday afternoon, the weather was fine and the breeze was warm, that was the day he first said those words.

"I love you." Steven broke the silence, looking down at her. She was holding his head in her lap and playing with his hair. They were lying on the grass in the park, the one not far from their house. It was her favourite, because of simple details like that. "I love you." He repeated with a big smile on his face.

"I love you too." It was the first time they'd both said it, even though they'd already spent two years getting to know each other and living together as a couple. Well, as a trio rather. "Very much."

"Fucking finally, man. I’m glad you said it already." Marc commented, taking control of his body. "But just so you know, I was here first, Steven." Marc joked.

"I love you too, Mr. Spector."

"I know. How not to."

"You cheeky bastard."

That man, who appeared to be Marc or Steven, leaned against the door frame, arms folded, as he stared at her silently. He had a towel tied around his waist, water dripping down the rest of his body, from his tousled, curly hair. He looked at her with curiosity

"I need help..."

"I can see that." Said that familiar, yet unfamiliar voice. It was like Marc and Steven's, but different. More indifferent. Cold. Distant.

She gave him a glance right after hearing his words, she could see him approaching her. "There is too much blood." He commented as he looked at the huge stain on her pajamas and the trail she had left behind her. "It's not all yours though, don't worry."

It was then, thanks to the bathroom light that now illuminated the entire hallway, that she could see a pile of clothes, which belonged to her boys, stained with blood next to her. "Who the fuck are you?" She asked him through her teeth.

"Oh, right. We've never met before." Spoke the man she didn't recognise, as he squatted down in front of her. "You don't know how hard it's been to hide and not give any indication of my existence. It's exhausting."

She let out a grunt at what had been the worst wave of pain she had ever felt. She could feel more blood welling up, too, and trickling down her thighs to the floor. Still, she never took her eyes off the stranger.

Everything began to spin more and more. She knew she would not be conscious much longer.

"Excuse my manners, bonita." He let out a small laugh, then grabbed her chin and made her look him in the eye. “My name is Jake Lockley, and I am the new owner of this body.”

Her arms and knees failed her, she fell back to the ground. She struggled to stay awake, to stay alert. She could feel, still, familiar arms pick her up off the ground and carry her firmly. She could smell their scent, Marc and Steven's. That comforted her.

She didn't know where the man was taking her. Jake Lockley. She didn't have time to worry either, because everything went black.

She no longer felt anything.

But deep down she hoped that everything was going to be all right.

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[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

I'm gonna squeeze in a match up for my character if that's okay! I'm really interested to see how it plays out, thank you for the opportunity!

My character is a Tiefling Draconic Sorceress, more specifically Blue Ancestry. This defines almost everything about her personality, because while she does have a good heart and strives to do good, blue dragons are famous for their manipulative character, being the best of all dragons at deceiving, manipulating and plotting. That, combined with her infernal heritage, makes for a very dangerous combination, specially considering how close that heritage is (in my headcanon for my character, that is).

While her heart is in the right place, her mind is not. She prides herself as someone that has never lied, but she has mastered witholding information and choosing the right words when needed. She knows how to pass herself as an innocent, fresh adventurer that goes on her first adventure full of excitement, but the truth is that she has a constant mental battle against doing the right thing versus the logical thing.

Saving the tieflings is not logical-- she should just reach Baldurs Gate as soon as possible. But she does it regardless, and it takes a mental toll on her.

Despite all this, she does care about all of the people she has encountered and has made real friendship bonds with her companions, genuinely loving every second spent with them and every second spent helping others.

All in all, she has the heart of a hero, but the mind of a villain.

As for hobbies, she is a really good glass-maker, something she used to do a lot back at her home. She can't practice her hobby much out and adventuring, but she has made small trinkets and babbles for her companions.

She sports two long, curly blonde braids (her hair constantly frizzies due to a conatant static electricity around her), pink skin and short, sand-colored horns. Her eyes are golden and slitted, like draconic eyes are. Since she is such a goal oriented person, she hasn't really have time to explore much of romantic aspects, but she does know she is only attracted to men, and could be persuaded to enjoy both monogamous and polygamous relationships.

A/N: For you my Tiefling Draconic Sorceress Anon, I’m thinking you’d best be matched with: Astarion (and Halsin)! 

☆ Astarion is a good fit for your Blue Ancestry Draconic Tiefling Sorceress! The way you described her as having “the heart of a hero, but the mind of a villain”, matches Astarion to a T! 

Astarion does have a heart, and he cares deeply about things. It’s just that years of abuse and servitude under Cazador has beaten most of that out of him. What’s left is hidden under layers and layers of walls of aloofness and self-protection. I think deep down, he wants to believe he’s good- that he’s not bad like Cazador, or like all those people who used him. But he also struggles with that belief because a part of him wants to say ‘fuck it’ and be solely self-serving without a shred of guilt. Depending on where his mind is at the moment, I think he could be helped by your Tav. I think your Tav would enable Astarion to justify wanting things, which could be a very healthy thing so long as Astarion didn’t take those wants too far. On the other hand, it could be dangerous in that her self-indignation enables Astarion to become an evil ruler himself. The two of them could either end up learning how to truly be good with the other’s guidance or they could end up as a powerful, lawful evil power-couple. 

But by what you’ve told me about your Tav saving the tieflings suggests the former is more likely than the later. She’s striving to be good, and it’s difficult, but it sends the message that she does care, and more importantly, that it’s the right thing to care. This reiterates to Astarion, that it’s important to be better than the ones who have wronged or hurt us. The more time Astarion spends with her, the more he feels he can open up. It’s clear your Tav values her companions, and this warms Astarion’s heart. Her affection makes him feel as if he is worthy of a good life, of following a good path, even though he knows logically speaking, it’s the cutthroat who get ahead in this world. 

As the two of them grow closer, I think they’d reach a point where they could speak freely to one another about their innermost thoughts. And they could say them aloud without judgment. Even the darker things, knowing that it takes too much time to save everyone, or the idea that they are superior because they can calculate certain mental gymnastics others cannot- it could be shared in a safe space between the two of them. And the more they confront these thoughts aloud, I think the more control they’d start to have over them. Together they learn to listen to their heart instead of their mind. 

On top of all that, Astarion finds your sorceress very attractive. He thinks her pink skin and short horns make her look almost exotic- she’s different in a bold and alluring way. He especially loves her frizzy blonde hair and how it sort of matches her golden slit eyes. He thinks the color suits her especially because it’s the color of gold, of luxury. It’s sort of amusing with her having draconic heritage and all (since dragons hoard things like gold and gems). 

Neither one of them are particularly experienced when it comes to real romance, but that's okay. They can learn with each other without the pressure of embarrassment. 

(Plus, if your Tav was interested… I think this is where Halsin could come in.) 

ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ Halsin has a ton of relationship experience, and he loves very freely. He’s not ashamed to admit how he feels for those he loves, although he will respect their wishes should they not feel the same. 

I think Halsin, having spent years dealing with the shadow curse, would sense the underlying battle raging in your Tav’s soul: should she be more evil, but logical, or should she be more good, and act from the heart? Halsin himself is a big softie, for most creatures that is (goblins excluded lol). I think he’d be a good influence for her- reminding her by his presence and by example to listen to that heroic heart and not that villainous mind. 

Halsin is in awe of her knowledge and strength. He knows walking the path of light is not easy, nor do we ever ask for the burden of it, but here your Tav is, doing her best to do it anyway. He is especially grateful for her deciding to save the tieflings at the grove. He knows how risky it was for her to encourage the party to make such a calculator. He finds it brave and honorable that she chose to do, what he sees, as the right thing. Halsin thinks she’s incredible- far more than she could ever begin to know. And he spends much of his time reminding her of this. How she is a force of nature, and they are all lucky she’s on their side. 

Halsin is also happy to have another crafter in the camp. He’ll gladly listen to her describe her process of glassblowing, so long as she’s willing to listen to him tell her of his whittled works. He makes her a wooden ornament almost right away, giving it to her as a reminder of his affection and his support. If she were to give him a trinket or anything of that nature in return, I think his heart would soar. He would cherish the gift, and proudly display it, showing it off for anyone who asked. 

We know Halsin is open to polyamorous relationships, and that Astarion is willing to share Tav with Halsin, so I think if your Draconic Tiefling Sorceress found the arrangement agreeable, the three of them could be a poly couple. 

With both Halsin and Astarion, she’s sort of balanced more so in a way. Halsin represents the emotion, or the heart of the hero, while Astarion more so represents the brain, or the mind of the villain. The three of them fit together like puzzle perfect pieces, lifting each other up where the others may be lacking. 

Should your Tav continue down the path of righteousness, I could see the three of them living happily in the future, perhaps in Halsin’s new settlement outside of Baldur’s Gate. Your Tav could teach the future sorcerers and work as the local glassblower. And at night, when it’s safe for Astarion to be out, all three of them could lay together under the blanket of the night sky, with just cricket chirps and occasional owl hoots around them. It’d be the perfect night for three very unique adventures to unwind. 

#astarion x tav #halsin x tav #astarion imagine #halsin imagine #astarion x reader #halsin x reader #astarion x tav x halsin #bg3 x tav #bg3 x reader #bg3 imagine #bg3 matchups #baldurs gate imagine #bg3 #matchups

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—BRUISES & BACTA PACKS summary: just some good old-fashioned hurt/comfort a/n: this was a request i got before i nuked my old blog so this is for you sweet anon

In just one day, the only life Kallus knew was over.

He was free from the Empire. The relief of a clear conscience was almost blissful, but he would’ve had to be blind to not notice the suspicion he was met with from his new allies. 

The Rebels, many of whom had been injured during the attack on the Atollon base, glared heatedly towards him and the ISB armor he wore.

Kallus had no doubt they were projecting their hatred for the Empire and the pain of what they had lost onto him, but he couldn’t fault them for that.

So he kept to himself, despite the cramped hallway of the Ghost they shared. He grunted as he slowly sat down against the wall, stretching his legs out. Pain shot through him with every breath and he closed his eyes, focusing on controlling his breathing. For a man who fought a war from the safety of a Star Destroyer, Thrawn was utterly brutal in hand-to-hand combat. 

Kallus was certain the Admiral had broken a rib, at the very least. 

It wasn’t long before Kallus found himself drifting off to sleep, exhausted from combat, torture, and the adrenaline leaving his system now that he was something close to safe. 

But only a few minutes passed before he was startled awake by a sharp noise. A door had opened on the opposite end of the hall and a familiar woman stepped through. 

You kneeled beside the nearest wounded soldier, speaking softly as you held a flashlight to his eyes. 

Kallus recognized you, of course. The Ghost crew’s medic; not officially a Specter but still an invaluable asset to the team. Back when he spent day and night hunting the Lothal Rebels, you had played a role in nearly every operation and he took it upon himself to find out all he could about you. 

There hadn’t been much to find, however; all he knew was that you had been born on Hosnian Prime, attended the Imperial Academy to become a combat medic, and then abandoned your career for unknown reasons. 

Not long ago, he had planned to capture you and use you as leverage against your Rebel friends, but they protected you too fiercely for him to even get close. 

He watched you now as you made your way down the line of Rebels. Their injuries weren’t too severe, most only needing a bacta patch or spray; but you still took your time, only moving on when you were satisfied they were okay. 

Kallus was up next. He tried to sit up straighter, but a sudden sharp pain quickly stopped him. You smoothed a bacta patch over the last shoulder’s arm and looked over at Kallus. He fought the urge to fix his hair. His anxiety must have shown on his face as your eyes softened and you gave him a kind smile, walking over to kneel at his side. 

“Kallus,” you said, your voice barely above a gentle murmur, “you look awful.”

He chuckled and immediately regretted it. “I feel it, too. I’ve had a very bad day.” 

“I’ve heard. Where does it hurt?” 

Kallus patted his ribcage and you immediately got to work; skilled hands quickly removing his chestplate and the layered uniform underneath just enough for you to examine his torso. 

You gently touched his ribs and Kallus flinched, both in pain and the heat of your palm as it moved down his side, applying just the slightest pressure to each rib. You were being as gentle as you could and that… meant something to him. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had touched him with such care. 

But perhaps he was reading too much into it. After living disconnected from others for so long, it was no wonder he would be affected by the slightest bit of compassion. 

Your touch disappeared and Kallus opened his eyes — which had closed slipped without his notice — to see you rummaging through your medkit. He paled at the sight of several syringes in a neat row. 

“Two of your ribs are bruised but not broken.” You pulled out a few bacta patches. “These will help with the pain, but don’t do anything strenuous for a few days.” You ripped the packets open with your teeth. Kallus helped by lifting his uniform so you could use both hands. 

You gave him a grateful smile and again you touched him, warming the skin that had suddenly felt so cold. Kallus was glad you were so focused on treating him that you didn’t notice his blush. 

Three patches of bacta were applied to his ribs, held in place by medical tape wrapped around his torso. You checked your work with a critical eye before you fixed his uniform. “Done. Now, let me take a look at your eye.” 

You hovered your hands on either side of his head, silently asking if you could touch his face. He nodded and you cupped his jaw in your hands. 

You gently tilted his head towards the light. 

Oh. 

With nowhere else to look but your face, it was as though Kallus was seeing you for the first time. And he thought you had an effect on him before. The light eclipsing over your shoulder made you look like an angel. 

“It should heal just fine on its own,” you said, one hand moving to hold the back of his head as you picked up a thin metal tube, “but I’ll give you some bacta anyways.” 

“Thank you for this.” Kallus murmured once you were done spraying his eye. 

Your entire demeanor softened. Kallus wondered how often you got a “thank you” in your line of work. You patted his shoulder comfortingly. “You’re welcome, Kallus.” 

“Alexsandr.”

He wasn’t sure why he wanted you to call him by his given name, but he couldn’t bring himself to regret it after hearing his name from your lips. 

“Alexsandr.” You smiled. “Don’t be afraid to call for me if you need anything, alright?”

With that, you packed up the last of your supplies and gave him a tiny wave before you moved on to the next injured soldier. You spoke to her with the same gentle tone as you did him and he couldn’t help but feel… disappointed. Which was utterly ridiculous, he reprimanded himself. 

You were a medic — of course you would treat everyone the same. 

He wasn’t special. He was imagining things. 

#agent kallus x reader #star wars x reader #star wars imagines #star wars rebels x reader

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Dick & Rachel and the Invisible String theory (part 2)

Welcome to part 2! In part 1 we've covered season 1, now it's time for the second season!

And we're starting right from episode 2x01 "Trigon".

Here we have another instance of the pattern I've previously mentioned — Rachel breaks Trigon's control over Dick by entering his subconscious and reminding him of who he is and their promise.

This is the first time Rachel is doing it consciously — she's basically pulling at the String by herself. She takes full control of the situation, figures out that if the dream she had about Dick before led her to him, then she can now use that dream to save him. "It's all in the dreams," as she says. When she enters the vision Dick is trapped in and sees him, standing over Bruce's body and overcome by darkness, she reminds him that this isn't who he is, that he would never do something like this, that this is just Trigon playing on his fears. She also tells Dick about her dream — which I find really interesting that this is the first time he hears about it; clearly he's been so preoccupied with keeping her safe that it slipped his mind to ask how exactly did she know the stuff she knew in the pilot. At the question of what she is doing here, she replies that she's here to save him because "We're supposed to save each other". Supposed to, like it's a given. Like it's written in the stars or something and she knows. Even when he attacks her, she's not afraid, but grabs at his hand wrapped around her neck and then transports them both right into the heart of the dream that started it all.

And she takes a scary but brilliant risk — knowing that one of Dick's worst fears is having to watch someone he loves fall and lose them just like he had lost his parents, she puts herself in this exact situation to cause an instinctual reaction. This is all happening in his head but the risk isn't any smaller: if she dies here, she dies for real. She pulls the String tight, almost to the point of snapping, knowing that if Dick is still in there, he's not going to let it happen.

She almost hits the ground. We're led to believe her plan is about to fail. But then Dick grabs the String's other end, wakes up and catches her.

This is monumental for so many reasons. Dick had always believed he failed his parents because he failed to catch them. The show puts great emphasis on the shot of his hand missing his mother's hand by an inch. The burning need to not let this happen again, to not lose another person this way, is what allows him to snap out of Trigon's control and save Rachel. What he had failed to do before, he succeeds in now — and Rachel never doubted for a second that he would. From her side, she displays a truly bottomless amount of trust, she's not afraid to fall because in her head, an option where Dick's doesn't catch her simply doesn't exist. Her faith in him is really never-ending.

Now what I want to talk about is a little theory within a theory, because I've noticed another... well, maybe not a pattern, but an occurrence that feels like an action-reaction type of thing. The String grows stronger not only as the time goes by and they become closer but also every time it's close to being broken (by one of them dying for example), and it seems to come back stronger than before. Which in this episode really happens twice.

Inside Dick's mind, when Rachel jumps off the platform and lets go of the swing to fall. But also earlier, here:

Trigon rips out Rachel's heart to create the gemstone, which is an action that should technically kill her. It kind of does for a moment before the gem is placed in her forehead and revives her. It unlocks a new level of her powers and gives her access to abilities she never had before. But it also gives the String a new layer, making it stronger. All of this combined allows her to take control of the situation once inside Dick's mind and use their connection to bring him back.

There's also another reason I'm mentioning this moment, but I'll come back to it in season 3 😉

These next two moments are most definitely a stretch, they can 100% pass off as coincidences — but it's more fun to think of them as clues. The first one had been on my radar for a long time, I've been obsessing over it ever since I noticed it. And the second one was recently brought to my attention by @undertheknightwing and it made me connect some more dots.

Isn't it interesting how Dick sort of appears out of nowhere when Rachel is distressed/scared/in danger? How he seems to be gravitating towards her when it happens, as if he was able to sense it? Take episode 2x03 "Ghosts" for example.

Gar, Rachel and Jason are training. Rachel loses control over her powers (a common occurrence in season 2) and attacks Jason. Driven by his fear, Jason reacts and goes off on her, insulting her. We hear him say "Stay away from me, you fucking freak!" right as Dick walks into the room.

Now, he wasn't eavesdropping. He obviously didn't see what happened, otherwise he would have intervened. But he's close enough to hear the worst of it, just behind the wall.

I love how he plays it btw, like he doesn't know anything. All smiles, all casual, "ah just came here to get Gar, please go on". He asks if everything's okay but everyone keeps their mouths shut. Meanwhile Rachel and Jason are eyeing one another, trying to see if the other is gonna talk. Rachel keeps quiet because she doesn't want to bother Dick with her problems (which she confesses to Gar in 2x02). Jason doesn't bother to talk either, probably thinking Dick is going to take Rachel's side anyway, and instead, redirects Dick's attention to something different. And Dick lets them do this. Without the full context he doesn't want to jump to conclusions but later tries to get it out of Gar when they're alone. Gar, being the loyal best friend, lies through his teeth and obviously Dick doesn't buy a word, but he doesn't press either. And oh how I wish the rest of the episode was focused on Dick doing a little investigation and trying to crack this, having conversations with both Rachel and Jason but season 2 is a mess on wobbly wheels so let's leave this for a fic.

Then episode 2x05 "Deathstroke", similar thing. Jason's gone, he went after Doctor Light and was taken by Deathstroke. Gar comes to Rachel to tell her about it, but she's in the middle of another episode with her powers spinning out of control while in her sleep, and Gar gets accidentally hurt by them. Mere seconds before Dick randomly shows up in the doorframe and asks about Jason, apparently having overheard them talking about him from the hallway.

Again. Rachel's in distress, her powers out of control, someone gets hurt, Dick appears.

You see a coincidence. I see a pattern.

ANYWAY—

And now, in an unexpected turn of events, we move the rest of season 2 into a separate part because one post is not enough space to cover it all 🤣 click here to read the rest!

#dc titans #titans #dcu titans #tv: titans #dick grayson #rachel roth #dick and rachel #nightwing #raven #kory anders #garfield logan #graysonfam #titans season 1 #titans season 2 #titans season 3 #titans season 4 #titans meta #fathers and daughters y'all

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Summary: It’s amazing what kind of opportunities you receive with a little bit of well-placed knowledge. Pairing: Jan Maas x Reader Warnings: Jan being a nerd (love it), Jan being perfect, fluffy as fuck Fandom: Ted Lasso

"Did you know sea otters eat about a quarter of their body weight every day?" A voice asked, pulling you from your thoughts; you'd gotten lost, almost in a trance, watching the otters swim and play together in their habitat. You let out a quiet laugh and grinned at the man. "I did, actually. Did you know they have the thickest fur of any animal and, unlike most marine mammals-" You started, only for him to finish your sentence "they lack that insulating layer of blubber." "Some otters will find a good rock and keep it with them their entire lives," you said with a smile. "And they store the rocks in the pockets under their arms, along with food sometimes." "Did you know 90% of sea otters live near Alaska?" You questioned back. The blonde man smiled and joked, "that's a shame. Americans can not even take care of themselves and most of the otters are in their waters?" You couldn't help but let out a loud laugh at the jab. "Nobody ever said life was fair," you said with a chuckle. "If it were fair, I would have met you a long time ago," he flirted smoothly.

Your cheeks immediately started heating up. "My name's Jan," he introduced, holding his hand out with a grin. "It's nice to meet you, Jan." You said after introducing yourself and shaking hands. "How do you know so much about otters?" He asked curiously. "I work here." You said happily before continuing, "you actually caught me watching the make sure one of them was healing okay. We brought her in after a boating accident to make sure she healed properly." "Oh? Which one is she?" He asks curiously. "She's right over there," you said, pointing to the otter floating on her back in the sunny part of the water, several mostly healed lacerations on her body. "So are you a vet?" He asks. "I am," You nod.

He was silent for a moment before speaking again. "Maybe you'll let me take you out sometime, Doctor?" He asked hopefully. "Well, I'd never say no to a cafe date." You said with a hum. "When do you get off work, then?" He asked. "5. There's a good place a couple of blocks down the street if you want to meet there." You suggested. "Then I will meet you there." He readily agreed.

Neither of you knew what would happen after that date. A little over a year later, you and Jan were back at the aquarium for your wedding. You were married in the very area you met; in front of the otter habitat. The sound of your coworkers and his teammates clapping and cheering when you were introduced as husband and wife was almost deafening compared to the usual hushed tones people used inside. After the ceremony, everyone headed out to where the reception would be. Of course, when you went to feed each other a piece of your wedding cake, you both thought it would be funny to smash it in each other's faces. You laughed before kissing each other. The rest of the wedding went better than you ever could have dreamed.

At the end of the night, after saying your goodbyes and thanking people for coming, you and Jan left the airport. Two hours later, you were getting settled in your hotel room in Amsterdam for your honeymoon. While Jan was in the bathroom getting ready for bed, you were getting comfortable in bed and lost in your own thoughts. "Hey, Jan?" You called cautiously. "Yeah?" He responded, stepping out of the bathroom with the toothbrush still in his mouth. "Did you know I'm pregnant?" You asked sheepishly. His eyes grew wide, and he just dropped the toothbrush, only staring in surprise. "Jan?" You asked when he had yet to say anything. "When did you find out?" He asked, excitedly jumping into bed next to you with a big grin on his face. "A couple of days ago. I wanted to surprise you, but I wasn't sure how. So... surprise!" You said, unable to hold back your laughter when he excitedly started peppering kisses all over your face.

Tag Team: @bdffkierenwalker @anarchistbeauty​ @nottodaynib​

#Ted Lasso #Jan Maas x Reader #Jan Maas #Jan Maas my beloved #Jan Maas imagine #Jan Maas Fic

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I ended up finishing another one (but it's pretty short). Admittedly it's just a side project I thought of during Christmas break, and I only ended up including what I initially planned. (Which is only up to the first verse).

Admittedly, this isn't the one I started right after I Won't Say I'm In Love, but more so something on the side that snowballed into a finished state (because I needed a break from the angst).

It's not the whole song, so there's not much art to add as preface. Here are the only fully colored frames in it.

And a sleepy Wanning.

Considering the references, the animatic covers up til chapter 80ish but it's not really spoilery anyway. I talk gush about stuff below. (I talk about what I referenced in here so if you don't wants spoilers for the animatic you should go check it out >.>)

"Can't count the years on one hand that we've been together."

That's literally it. That's what started the idea. That alongside the song's snappy beat made me think of 1.0 and how the way he just "hates" Wanning whilst looking out and seeking his attention.

So, to put it in a way, the animatic is more like: I hate you, but I'm still into you. (Even considering his past with the person)

Also this storyboard is just funny, him being confused while counting out how long they've been together. (I guess that's a spoiler in a way, gahah).

In the actual finished piece, the title is included in the background as if it's a part of the set piece which I find absolutely silly and decided to go for it. Just watching that sequence taken seriously is... gets me every time lmaoo.

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The transitions

I want to talk about the transitions for a bit, it was in the storyboards alongside (what I'd like to call) the funny turn around coz it's literally a spinning shot of ranwan I considered to be kind of daunting coz those shots are hard.

(Look I know height diff in the storyboard, but I googled a bit and I found out that 1.0 and CWN are almost the same height)

Also those full body pics ended up being used a lot in that sequence, pretty neat though considering back views are hard.

The animation in the middle ended up being a video I greenscreened because my video editor started lagging with the frames. (it ended up being for the better because I added another track later on.

My cousin made me a pretty collage using the two full bodies and the other frames from I Won't Say I'm In Love and I ended up using it as my wallpaper xD.

And it's also said cousin who improved the 4 shots before the zoom in by making the sequence more funny and exaggerated. Arguably that zoom in shot with the background opening up into another shot...

My favorite really. The background are two black halves of the screen and the full bodies are both on separate layers and they're all animated to zoom out to give the impression of the camera zooming in.

From the storyboards, I initially planned it to be a bamboo grove in Red Lotus Pavillion transitioning into Mo Ran tying up Xia Sini's hair with the bamboo as foreground, but decided against it as 1.0 was not aware of Xia Sini's identity.

Instead, I opted for another favorite scene in chapter 75 with CWN saving Mo Ran in Peach Blossom Springs which also has this passage I really like.

(smithereens) He really got shooketh there.

The next scene stayed the same as planned and is the moment in chapter 32 where Mo Ran is grumpily feeding Wanning medicine, which then transitions into the funny turn around scene.

The frames transitioning from their first meeting to the New Year together was something that ended up developing later on. (I love the New Year frames, I love how Mo Ran's eyes light up as he looks at Wanning, I love how the fireworks are falling in the background and how the golden light is reflected off of Wanning's eyes—)

The spin sequence wasn't as hard as I expected. But that's probably because I've done it too much I kinda know what to do?

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Last Additional Stuff

I think most of what I wanted to talk about is just the transitions and the spin around. The title at the start too as well as Mo Ran acting like a little shit. Also pointing out how I keep forgetting how his hair clip is supposed to be on his left lmao.

It's not definite yet, but I'm kind of considering expanding it somewhere in the far future. Closing this off with a Mo Ran cut out.

#2ha #ranwan #erha #animatic #dumb husky and his white cat shizun #my art