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[agayhomestuck]

Razputin’s Getaway / Lucy’s Letters

[polaritydisturbed]

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.

[shock-micro]

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

[winwinwrites]

He is home!!!! \( TT ᗜ TT )/ I am so glad that I got both of the cards in 110 Pulls- Istg I saved up like a 150 wishes just for Caleb's myth. I don't want to spend money for future memories, but with the way things are looking rn being f2p is getting harder and harder.

It was also so worth not leveling cards to hoard some lvl materials. I can't wait to read the myth ueueuue Though even though I have both memories, I wish I could pull more to ascend them, but I need to save up for Caleb's bday event :' D

To everyone who has yet to pull, I wish yall a good luck O7 May the pitty gods take mercy on your poor wallets

[sugawara--san]

rewatching ohshc HOW did kyouya clock haruhi so fast

[mamawasatesttube]

story idea: kara tells kon she likes his earring, they get to discussing the way he only has a piercing at all because of cadmus tagging him to label him project #13, and how it's pretty much impossible for a kryptonian on earth to get any further piercings because the moment they're in the sun again it'll immediately heal up.

solution: they need to take a monthlong trip out in space somewhere with a red sun, get new piercings, and spend long enough with minimal exposure to yellow sunlight that they heal up normally and won't count as wounds for advanced healing to close up fully.

complications: there's no way two kryptonian teenagers/young adults can just do a simple space trip in peace without getting caught up in something absolutely ridiculous. what exact variety of ridiculous? well i'm not all that sure but something silly definitely needs to go down.

[an-albino-pinetree]

Gaslight District looks funnnn -//v//- ✨💚✨

In the great words of Jax: “Ooooh! Violence~!”

[silverlining-ships]

Have you picked up any of your f/o's habits or sayings?

If you had to be away from each other for a long period of time, what item would your f/o(s) stare at longingly in the middle of the night while thinking of you? (ex: locket, framed photo, a sentimental gift from you, an article of your clothing or accessory, etc)

- @val-selfships

VAL THANK YOU!!!!

7. Have you picked up any of your f/o's habits or sayings?

So not necessarily any of her sayings, but Jasper genuinely changed the way I live my life because I take everything SO much more bluntly now. I'm scared to talk to the cashier? Pfffft Jasper would walk right up to them without hesitation, so I can to. I feel like one of my friends is implying something about me negatively? "Did they say that? No? Then why do you care?" Yknow what, Jasper, no, I don't care!

It's not a train of thought that works for everyone ofc, but as someone who dances under the depression umbrella, it's given me so much more strength to get what needs to get done done.

So in a way, I picked up her strength :)

19. If you had to be away from each other for a long period of time, what item would your f/o(s) stare at longingly in the middle of the night while thinking of you? (ex: locket, framed photo, a sentimental gift from you, an article of your clothing or accessory, etc)

Answered here!

[agayhomestuck]

This is my impression of the dogman fandom so far

[shock-micro]

love me some blue rodents that go fast.

[seoulmatez]

sobs, rin offers comfort so awkwardly bc he didn’t receive it when he needed it most

[bolts-n-fingerguns]

Name's Reko, this is my blog of pure fictionkind insanity. Yeah, not an RP blog. Drawing above made by me, based on this.

Last edited: 28/05/2024

📖✏️・⌒ヾ(￣ -￣ )) About ．．．

I'm trans agender, plural and an adult. AUDHD and dyslexia. Nonhuman. I use we/i interchangeably.

My icon was edited , the flag is the werewolf therian flag by @/otherkinotd, remake by me.

My main alth blog is @nyctohyloph0bia .

ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ Fictionmere ．．．

🎬 Fictotypes

［RE］Leon ― Slightly canon divergent. Is genderfluid/queer, bisexual, any pronouns. How I look like: x . Full neomata: pending.

［STH］Spikes ― AU, very canon divergent. Named Sonic, called Spikes by everyone. Is a trans man, achillean, aroace , he/him. How I look like: x . Full neomata: pending.

🎭 Fictionflickers

［RE］Vex ― AU Leon , pretty common. Fucked up looking werewolf.

🔗 Linktypes

［TRI98］Vash ― Not very common. Canon compliant.

📖 Heart-tales

White Fang , 1906

Sonic Unleashed , 2008

⏳ Questioning

[D20: NA] Ylfa Snoglenson

(*>O<)📢꙳⟡ BYI ．．．

I'm coolio with doubles and encourage interaction! However, Exe sοnics please interact with caution! 👍

Adα Wοngkin, fictives and fans don't interact for our safety. She's a huge trigger. Generally anyone with her on a pfp or on your blog name, sorry.

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Don't act like you know me. You know what happened in canon, but you don't know me.

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[agayhomestuck]

“KIM AND HARRY ARE BOTH SWITCHES!!” I scream at the top of my lungs

[shock-micro]

remember: you can press the TALK button to hear from us at any time!

[happy-tori-friends]

bad ffxiv au idea: as thordan is dying after the knights of the round arr defeated and he goes 'who... no WHAT are you?' he sees the default wiki png of lifty. not the ancient (which. while splendont's ancient is technically the shard of azem in this au, i think lifty and shity's ancients were considered for the position as well and were close companions and went with him). not even the kemonomimi form he technically was isekai'd from but. just this png.

he could also see the other two's default pngs but heavenward is lifty focused so this is mostly about him.

[askwalmartniko]

Hello there

"oh heyy !" — entry 9

sorry sorry in advance if i may not be able to respond the best here. still trying to process most of everything, but i'm fine !

i mean, also, i haven't necessarily used tumblr ? so haha yeah yeah

mmm anyways, sorry if i may not be able to recall everything well. i feel like i should react a bit differently, but i'm just a little foggy ;; yeah

anyways, i do hope you're doing well ! well, if you're another me, then i guess you'd already know if i'm doing well ?

this is kinda hard to keep up with all of the different variations.