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[monakisu]

lawlight toxic yuri i never posted

[linolinoing]

★ lino linoing moments: 15/∞

[polarity-disturbed]

Ok no, we have to talk about the lighting design this season. Like I need to physically get this out of my body before I implode.

Because it’s so deliberate. It's obnoxiously deliberate. In the best, most beautiful, emotionally manipulative way.

So. Let’s talk about Belinda’s bedroom scene.

We open on Belinda’s bedroom, and the first thing you notice is that it’s drenched—absolutely soaked—in a cool teal-green wash. Not a trace of warmth in the room’s ambient light (aside from the salt lamp but I'll get to it).

Teal is a weirdly loaded color. People always slap it on when they want “serenity” or “calm,” sure, but there’s something haunting about the way it’s used here. It doesn’t feel like peace—it feels like the kind of stillness that happens after something ends. Like the quiet after the noise. That post-shift haze where your body’s in bed but your brain hasn’t followed yet.

What this tells us about Belinda? She’s stuck. The teal isn’t soothing her—it’s holding her in place. This isn’t a woman “relaxing” after work. This is a woman numbed by routine. She’s lying on top of the covers in a basic t-shirt, sweatpants, and socks—clothes that aren’t chosen, just defaulted to. The bed isn’t made. The room isn’t messy, but it isn’t cared for either. It's just… there. Like her.

Everything feels low-energy, lived-in without being truly inhabited. There’s a faint sense of order, but it doesn’t feel owned. There’s no vitality in the space. Like she’s present, but not alive. Teal here isn’t calm—it’s domestic sedation. It’s the color of pause. Of liminality.

Then there's that salt lamp. This soft, orange-yellow glow tucked in the corner of the frame. Warm, comforting, alive—completely opposite the teal-blue void it’s fighting against. It’s the only light source in the room that feels personal. Human.

And it’s not just that it’s a warm color. Color emotion theory tells us that orange and amber tones evoke feelings of warmth, optimism, and emotional openness. They're often used to simulate firelight, tapping into a primal sense of security—think hearth, sunset, candle. These hues are associated with creativity and personal connection. In a sea of teal, which promotes detachment, this little pocket of orange is like a flare of identity. A soul-spark.

Where teal sedates, amber invites. It’s the color of possibility, of life that hasn’t been extinguished yet. It's why the lamp doesn't light the room—it gives it a pulse.

Now here’s the kicker: the salt lamp is right under the star placard. The one with her name on it. The one that kickstarts the entire plot because a whole alien race thinks it makes her their queen.

The lamp’s glow reads like a tiny heartbeat in an otherwise frozen space. Symbolically, it’s the spark of self. That little ember of hope, joy, personality, belief—whatever you want to call it—that hasn’t been drowned out by the monotony of her life yet.

And the fact that it's under the placard? It's literally illuminating the part of her that the universe is about to claim.

Next we cut to a close-up of Belinda in bed. The composition here is brilliant.

Her pillow and the surrounding sheets are washed in the same cool teal light we saw earlier—but her? She's glowing in the orange warmth of the salt lamp.

This isn’t just pretty lighting—it’s duality. It's saying, “Here’s who she is now” (the teal), “and here’s what’s still inside her” (the glow). There’s a literal split happening—like she’s caught in a transition she doesn’t realize is coming.

This is the in-between. Her liminal moment. She’s not where she was, and she’s not yet where she’s going. But the camera lingers like it knows. Like it’s waiting for the change to start.

Then—boom. The lighting shifts. We get this violently bright, harsh yellow light flooding in through the window. And it doesn’t just pour in—it slices in. Through the blinds. In bars.

Let me say that again: bars.

It’s casting shadows across her body like a prison cell. That’s not an accident. It’s signaling that something is coming for her, and it’s not asking permission. It’s claiming her.

Yellow is a deceptive color in emotional theory. People think of it as cheerful—sunlight, sunflowers, warmth, joy, energy. But in design, especially in lighting? Yellow walks a tightrope. It can tilt into chaos fast. Especially when it’s this bright. This sudden. This aggressive.

See, yellow stimulates. It grabs your attention. It speeds up the heart. In advertising, it's used to spark urgency, even irritation (think hazard lights or warning signs). It’s a color that demands you look—and keep looking. You can’t relax in yellow. You can’t sleep in yellow. You react to yellow.

So when this high-saturation yellow floods Belinda’s room, it’s not joy. It’s not hope. It’s alarm. It’s a psychological jolt. A visual shove. It's not warmth—it's pressure.

Yellow in this scene is not an invitation to a new beginning—it’s an intrusion of expectation. A sudden spotlight. A cosmic glare.

And because it’s coming from outside the room, it’s not something she’s chosen. It’s not internal. It’s a force of narrative crashing through her private life. A story she didn’t ask to be in, demanding her attention. That yellow isn’t her destiny—it’s the noise of everyone else's expectations about who she’s going to become.

Now add the shadows of the blinds—those harsh horizontal slats—and you get a visual contradiction: a color that screams freedom, cast like a cage.

This is where it gets interesting. Because yellow is also associated with identity. Think ego, confidence, clarity of purpose. But when it’s forced, when it’s too loud, too fast, too bright—it becomes performance. The expectation to be seen. To shine. To embody something.

And that’s what’s happening here. The light doesn’t just want to see her—it wants her to become something. Bigger. Brighter. More.

This yellow doesn’t light her path. It exposes her.

She’s no longer safe in teal limbo. No longer comforted by the amber pulse of her salt lamp. She’s on display now. A body in a frame, spotlighted by a universe with no context. A woman seen through blinds—literally and metaphorically—by beings who will misread everything about her.

It’s the color of being watched. Of being presumed important. Of being chosen for reasons that have nothing to do with who you actually are.

And that’s the genius of it. That yellow glow isn't warmth—it’s the burn of recognition without understanding. It’s what happens when the world thinks you’re a lightbulb and plugs you into a searchlight.

Next: the silhouette.

We see Belinda standing in front of the window, her body blacked out by the light in front of her. The yellow glows around her like a solar flare through the clouds. It’s angelic. Messianic. Looks like the birth of a chosen one.

But that’s not what’s happening.

She’s not rising to the occasion. She’s staring out, stunned, trying to make sense of what just punched its way into her night. The light frames her like a heroine, but narratively, she’s still playing catch-up. That contrast—the visual myth vs. her actual confusion—is where the scene gets its emotional punch.

We’re watching her image transform before she does. The world sees her one way. The camera frames her that way. But she hasn’t caught up to that version of herself yet.

And then: the blinds.

Belinda slowly peels two slats open. A single bar of that same aggressive yellow light slices across her face and eyes. It’s dramatic. Cinematic. Looks like a revelation moment.

But it’s not a choice.

This isn’t Belinda stepping into anything. She’s not crossing a threshold. She’s just cracking the blinds because something is already happening to her—and she doesn’t understand it yet.

The light doesn’t represent clarity or destiny. It’s not a warm invitation. It’s an impact. A collision. A blunt force of something larger than her life forcing its way into her space. The yellow glow across her eyes doesn’t illuminate—it disrupts.

And that’s the real tension: she’s about to feel chosen. About to be miscast as important. But right now? She’s just tired. Just a woman in a basic tee and sweats, lying on top of the covers, poking through the blinds because something weird is happening to her, not for her. She’s not looking for meaning. She’s bracing for answers she didn’t ask to get.

That narrow beam of light slicing into the room isolates her. It spotlights her against her will. The world beyond those blinds has noticed her, and that attention is about to upend everything.

It’s the start of a misunderstanding. The beginning of being seen wrong. Of being dragged into something monumental because of one stupid star certificate and a moment she didn’t choose.

The light doesn’t welcome her. It claims her.

And the brilliance of this scene is how it tells us all of that—who Belinda is, what she’s lacking, and what’s coming—without a single word. The color palette sets her emotional baseline; the lighting builds the lie. It misleads us just enough that we feel the shift with her.

[prettyboybun]

I am genuinely always thinking about being one of a pair of subs. I'm the obedient bunny, he's the bratty puppy.

Our dom has us kneel for him in the living room after having teased us all day. "Alright, listen, sweet things. I know you're all riled up for me, but I need to go to the store. When I get back, I'll use you both properly, okay?"

We nod, my pup partner squirming already, wiggling his hips. Our dom continues, "You are NOT to touch yourselves until I get back. Got it?"

I nod sweetly, and get my hair ruffled affectionately in return. My sub partner, on the other hand, bites his lip with a glint in his eye, nodding slowly. You could almost hear the cogs turning. Our dom partner gives him a look, but inevitably ruffles his hair as well. "Okay. I'll be back soon, I promise."

We sit still and kneel in the living room until the front door closes and we hear him driving away. Suddenly, my partner pounces on top of me. He's already rutting against my thigh and pressing kisses all over my face and neck.

"B-But," I gasp, "Sir, he said to- He wants us to-"

"I know, baby boy, but I need you so bad right now, he's not gonna have to know," He says, against my neck, "You like this, don't you?"

I groan, "Yes, of course I do, I want you so bad... but I wanna be good for sir..."

"Just don't touch yourself, sweetheart. That's what he said, right? Don't touch yourselves? I'm sure that means I can touch you."

I ponder it for a little bit. Eventually, I nod, biting my lip. I'm still unsure if this is going against sir's wishes, but feeling my puppy boyfriend rutting against me, lips on my neck... It just feels too good after a whole morning of teasing and denial.

Puppy leans up and whispers in my ear, "Good boy." I shiver, hairs standing on end.

I let him manhandle me roughly into the position he wants, which turns out to be frotting our tdicks together. I'm laying on the floor, pinned, whimpering, feeling a little guilty at technically disobeying, but mostly lost in the pleasure.

My puppy looks down at me and says, "Don't cum, either, bunny. You have to wait til sir gets back for that one, definitely."

I nod, breathless. Then I open my eyes and look at him questioningly, "What about you?"

He smirks and rakes his claws down the center of my chest, leaving four pretty red scratches. I moan, and he says, "I can take whatever he's gonna dish. Don't you worry your pretty little head- After all, who's making the rules right now?"

I whimper, "Y-You, sir."

"Good boy."

We stay like that, him roughly grinding into me as I whine and moan beneath him. Eventually, though, the door opens, and I gasp and try to squirm out of my puppy's grip. We weren't supposed to still be playing when he got back. But puppy isn't relenting, he's still rocking his hips sharply against me.

"What do we have here?" Our dom says, a little amused. He surely would have guessed this would happen.

Puppy grunts as he continues grinding on me, "Welcome back, sir." I look at him and he's looking him dead in the eyes, smirking.

"Oh, puppy. Just couldn't wait, could you?" Sir sets down the grocery bags on a table, and walks over and picks pup off me with ease.

I start scrambling to sit up, but my dom presses his boot to my chest and gently lays me back down. "Still, bun, stay here. Let me deal with our boy and then I'll be back for you, okay?" I nod, looking up at him with soft eyes. "There's a good boy."

For a little while, behind me, I hear struggling, teasing, and soft moans. Then, my dom comes back over to me and lifts me up into his arms, walking us over to his armchair. This is when I see that our puppy is tied up spread open on the couch, gagged, but noticeably drippy and empty. Sir sits me down in his chair on his lap, facing puppy.

"Spread your legs, bunny," He murmurs into my ear. I do as he asks immediately, earning a quiet, "Good boy..." In response.

I turn my head to look at him and start saying, "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to disobey, I-"

He shushes me, petting my hair, "Oh, bunny, that's not your fault. I know you need touched, puppy just decided that it was his responsibility to do so. Isn't that right, pup?"

Puppy says something in snarky defiance, surely, muffled against his gag. "Exactly. I know you're my good boy, bun. That's why I'm gonna overstimulate you on my lap right now while your pup watches and can't do anything about it." My eyes widen, starry. I see that sir is smirking at puppy. Our pup squirms and growls against his bonds.

I lean back against our dom's chest, also looking at puppy as I begin to have my tdick touched, softly at first. Then, he applies pressure, making me moan quietly. Teasingly, he uses his fingers to spread my bunnycunt open on display at pup.

"Doesn't he look so pretty like this, puppy?" At this point, our pup is ravenously trying to get out of his bonds, but he's tied up too tightly. Sir adopts a fake pity tone as he says, "Aw, I know, puppy. You just wanna use him so bad, don't you?"

Sir plunges a finger inside me and curls it, making me gasp and moan loudly, "That's it, good bunny. Let every sound out, I want him to hear how good I make you feel."

I do as he asks, making obscene sounds as his fingers fuck in and out of me, thumb circling my tdick. He growls gently in my ear, "You need to tell me when you're close, okay, bunny?"

"I- um- I'm close sir, so close for you, sir," I babble, already feeling so overwhelmed with sensation.

"Cum for us, bunny. Cum all over my fingers." I clench down and shudder, crying out and cumming all over his hand. He doesnt take his fingers out, but he gives me a little bit of time to breathe before he starts fucking me again.

Eventually, I cum the same way again. Then a third, and a fourth time, stacking them back to back against each other. After I've cum five times, I'm absolutely spent. He takes his fingers out, cleans them off, and pets my hair and shoulders, letting me slump against him bonelessly.

Our puppy has given up on getting out of his restraints, but he's whining softly, looking at us with big eyes. Sir motions for me to kneel down on the floor, and I do so, a little slumped.

He walks over to puppy and plays with his dripping hole as he says, "Good boy, good puppy. You took that so well, I know that was difficult. Are you ready for your reward?" Puppy nods, frantically. "Come here, bunny, kneel in front of him."

I happily crawl over, kneeling in front of my pup, smiling softly at him. Sir takes his gag out and says, "Tell him what you want, pup. Nicely, if you would, our boy is a little overwhelmed as you might imagine."

"Pl... Please suck my tdick, bunny."

I oblige, glad to have him down my throat. He throws his head back and moans as I start to flick my tongue. Sir teases his nipples for a while, watching me service him. "Such good boys, both of you. You're both so good for me, I'm so proud of you, so proud to be your owner."

Eventually, sir takes my head and starts fucking my mouth on puppy's dick. Puppy moans louder than ever, babbling about how good it feels, thanking us both. Sir fucks my throat on it harder, growling, "That's it. Take it, take it, both of you."

I moan into his tdick, sending loud vibrations straight through him. Puppy jerks his hips up in time with my mouth bobbing on him, crying out, "Sir, I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum for me, puppy, cum down his throat," I can hear sir whisper in his ear. Pup cums explosively down my throat, covering my face in it.

Sir gently pulls my head off, as I stare off in a subspace daze. Puppy is panting, as our dom makes quick work of untying him, "Good boys. You're both so good for me, took that all so well."

He lies puppy back on the couch against him, and motions for me to lay on him as well. I jump up, eager to get snuggled after all that intense play, and he chuckles sweetly at me. Sir pets my hair when I get nestled into his embrace, "Good boy, there you go. Much better, love having both my sweet boys in my arms."

Puppy leans up to kiss me gently on the forehead. They both keep praising me and each other, and I deliver slurred praise back where I can, eventually drifting off peacefully in their safe embrace.

[chock-and-bates]

the odyssey has got me back on my greek mythology bullshit- and i’ve always loved the ares x aphrodite dynamic so much and my brain is just… what if we made is lestappen 👀

max is the god of war, charles is the god of love and beauty. all’s fair in love and war.

[nonshareraffirmations]

Can you please make an affirmation post for people who have an F/O that is considered popular in their fandom, Thank you!!

if your f/o is popular within your fandom and many doubles exist, your f/o still sees you as their unique lover in a sea of meaningless admirers. they’re a bit like a celebrity, while their other fans and doubles are akin to paparazzi. it’s true that they’re insanely admired — it only makes sense that there are some people out there who wish they were in a relationship with them. however, that doesn’t mean that they’ll ever choose another person’s fleeting yearning over the bond you’ve created. you are the only one for them, no matter how many other people wish that they could be theirs.

(this post is not an authorization to harass doubles. it was made for your personal comfort, not for you to use to target others. best practice is blocking, distracting yourself, and moving on. please do not namedrop your f/o in the tags.)

[fumifooms]

Chilchuck analysis speedrun: As a hardworking half-foot who grew up poor and discriminated against and had his gullibility taken advantage of multiple times in his early adventuring days, Chilchuck thinks optimism is a dangerous flaw. He’s stressed and strict all the time because his job is noticing details like traps that could get everyone killed before anyone knows it, he takes the lives of everyone to be on his shoulders, and with the way he speaks about it that probably partly reflects how he felt about taking it upon himself to provide for his family too. His life’s always been pretty centered around work and has become even moreso now that his wife left and everyone is independent, and due to past events he’s very iffy with bonding with coworkers. He thinks feelings and job are a disaster mix. Like with his wife or with parties hiring him as sacrifice, being open or having good faith is vulnerability which can get you hurt, so he processes and shows all his stress as anger instead of worry. Doing strict dieting probably isn’t helping the irritability what with hunger, and on top of being a hunger suppressant alcohol might be the main stress reliever he has.

His grey hairs are so earned

[corioliseffect]

i hate how im always like "propaganda doesnt work on me" and then i see footage of oscar working out and im like damn... maybe i should work out (hates the gym)

[monakisu]

a god and his devil

[ashleyslorens]

[solidaritygaming-fanblog]

Been thinking on some bits of Evo lately, more specifically the Listeners. I like the idea of Jimmy being a Listener but unable to tell anyone about it, not even Martyn. Imagine if over time, Jimmy began to have features from Allays or Wardens to match to the Listeners vibe (Allay have special interactions with note blocks, Wardens follows/attacks based on nearby sounds) but because they didn’t exist during 3rd/Last Life, Jimmy just looks like a human during those games.

And then rumors of him being cursed began to float around and he just looks like a parrot/canary hybrid…until Wild Life comes around where he has those Allay wings instead.

Would also be interesting too with people hcing Scar being a Vex hybrid too

Just something fun to think about :)

EXPLODES RAAHAHGAGAHAHA!!!!!

Vex Scar and Allay Jimmy would be a great pairing because people seem to agree that Vex try to eat Allays wOOAAHHH WHAT WHO SAID THAT??????

But relationships aside Allay Jimmy would be so cute. I'm squeezing him in my fist right now. And also Allays are very similar to parrots in that they have reactions to music! Very cute... works well with Parrot Lizzie as well, and maybe music could calm a violent vex... oh now the gears are turning

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[chock-and-bates]

Important thought: lestappen Star Wars au. Jedi X Jedi? Jedi x bounty hunter? Rebel x runaway? Etc etc

i mean i love love love star wars, so i am obviously on board with any of those ideas.

honestly, i’d love to see something with rebel pilot charles clashing with imperial pilot max.

unedited ramble under the cut

i want something, like, max being forced into the service of the empire by his father, despite his own reservations. and he’s a rising star pilot, definitely on the chain of command’s radar, but he’s having doubts about the empire.

and charles is one of the best pilots for the rebel alliance with unwavering loyalty to them, despite their increasingly violent methods.

maybe charles and max knew each other as kids? but their lives took them in vastly different directions, obviously, and now they’re always trying to shoot each other down whenever the rebels clashes with imperials… but every time one of them has the open shot on the other, their finger hesitates over the trigger for some godforsaken reason-

so when charles is on a dangerous mission near an imperial base and he stumbles on max trying to drink away his woes, he can’t resist confronting him on why he didn’t shoot charles during the last skirmish, so max counters with asking why charles didn’t shoot him down the time before that.

and that leads to an uncomfortable but intriguing conversation, as well as some rather inappropriate thoughts and feelings rising for the both of them. awfully inconvenient, considering they’re on opposite sides of the battle line.

and after that, it’s like they’re drawn back together again and again, somehow seeking each other out throughout the galaxy, always coming back together.

and of course they start fucking, of course they’re emotionally constipated about it, of course they argue about what the other is putting himself through and justifying their own action, but of course they can’t stop, they can’t let each other go.

then one time they find each other and max looks sort of shell shocked, and he kisses charles so frantically, fucks him so desperately, like it’s the last time he was ever going to see him.

charles knows something is up, so he gets max to confess that he’s been so successful, the imperials are promoting him, he’s being transferred to The Executor- he’s going to fly alongside Darth Vader.

and charles feels his blood run cold because everyone knows how cruel vader is, how he’ll kill any of his subordinates for a mistake. and the rumors that he can tell when someone is lying, that he can read minds-

max and charles would never be able to see each other again, never be able to spare each other again- it would be a death sentence for max.

so charles pleads with max to defect and join him in the rebel alliance, but max refuses. he refuses to join a group that has killed his friends, his family, says charles is just trying to get him to join for the sake of the resistance, not because he actually cares about max.

it leads to an awful fight and they part absolutely destroyed-

but a few days later, max is deployed to stop a rebel attack, and who do you think he sees across the battlefield from him?

charles and max would both have a choice in front of them, and neither know what the other will do.

ahhhh the angst potential! someone write this for me!

[nonshareraffirmations]

Affirmation for someone w an f/o where all the content you can find of them is people calling them hot? :(

-🐾💮

if your f/o is seen as the “resident smokeshow” within their media, it’s alright to be uncomfortable with the remarks that the fandom makes towards them, and your f/o knows that what others say about their appeal is nothing compared to the love you harbor for them. your f/o wants only your affection and would not hesitate to push their other “admirers” away — you are the only person who they will ever need, and anyone else’s “thirsting” over them means absolutely nothing to them (in fact, they’re quite uncomfortable with it).

(this post is not an authorization to harass doubles. it was made for your personal comfort, not for you to use to target others. best practice is blocking, distracting yourself, and moving on. please do not namedrop your f/o in the tags.)

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i keep seeing a mutual reblog stuff about how slugcats aren't furry and i'm like. yeah i AGREE with you, but i think getting on other peoples' cases about it is a bit much. what if i just want to draw rivulet with fur. it's not like i don't know it's a wet beast! i just think it's fun sometimes! it can have a little fur! as a treat!

also as my beautiful wife pointed out. otters exist! they are very much wet beasts that also have fur! those two things can coexist! it's not impossible! like. yeah. they're SLUG cats. i agree. i like seeing the little slimy beasts. but i also think fluffy interpretations are so silly and cute!!

and like. did i have to make a post about this? absolutely not! but i am feeling extremely close to my rivulet kintype today so i felt like i had to say something

[polarity-disturbed]

I know I said I’d do more lighting design breakdowns for the season (first one here)—and I am still working on those—but the thing is, I’m not actually sure how many there will end up being. Because, for lack of a better phrase, the lighting design just gets… more boring as the season goes on?

It never reaches a point where it’s bad, exactly. But by the time we hit Wish World/The Reality War, it’s basically just functional. And while "functional" is the baseline requirement for lighting, it’s also kind of disappointing—especially considering how strong the season started.

The lighting design in the first episode is so deliberate, so clearly communicating character and tone, that when we get to the end, it feels like they’ve scrubbed it down to something purely utilitarian.

And without knowing what happened behind the scenes, I have no idea why it shifts like that. I don’t know if the design team changed. I don’t know if they decided to pivot character-wise and dropped the visual motifs they’d initially established. But whatever the reason—something changed.