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Maybe its because i am used to both Tumblr and Academic Writing but tbh. I didnt even NOTICE ( let alone mind) the alleged frequent "run on sentences" in The Starless Sea i've seen other people complain about
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a/n Had an idea and well... tadaa. It's been a hot minute since I wrote for our shadow boy so go easy on me. Don't ask me what this is cause I myself have no clue.
Summary: Love all of the sudden becomes too good to be true and two lovers find themselves being torn apart.
warnings: I want to say nothing? Dunking someone's head under the water? Fighting?
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Truth be told, everyone was talking about how the night court's sky got just a tad lighter once you stepped into Azriel's life. It was a miracle in Azriel's eyes. It was exactly what he deserved in yours. He was worth it all. Worth of love. Care. Tender touch. Deprived of it for way too long. And the fact that you got to be the one to show him love was an honor. Something you cherished so dearly. Slowly but surely introducing him to the power of touch. A loving power of touch. A touch that was still so unfamiliar to him.
After initial joy came fear. Azriel suddenly realized how much danger you were going to be in. How many of his and Night Court's enemies would want to harm you. Harm him. Harm him because now they know how to. The fact that for so long Azriel had nothing that could hurt him was both a gift and a curse. He craved to have someone. Yet in the depths of the night, when he felt the most lonely and thoughts about his brothers sharing beds with their mates lingered, in a way Azriel was thankful that he had no one. Because he didn't need to worry. To be scared of waking up in a pool of blood next to the one he loved.
But now Azriel had you. His everything. He never knew how powerful it was to see someone smiling because of you, because of something you had said or done. To be greeted with a warm embrace. To be looked up to with so much admiration Azriel still remembered when he overheard a conversation you were having with Nesta and Feyre. "He's just… perfect", you had said. "He stayed up all night fetching me anything and everything. He could have just slept, but no…" You had fallen ill, puking the night away as the fever hit you. You tried unsuccessfully to push your boyfriend away, but he didn't budge.
Your back was pressed to Azriel's chest. His hands were wrapped around your torso, tenderly holding you close to him. His scared palms lay directly on the soft skin of your lower belly. You stirred slightly. Even if Azriel never forgot to close the blinds, the room still looked way too bright for it to just be morning. Your body felt disgusting. The lingering smell of sickness still didn't seem to have gone away. You turned ever so slightly, frowning at the sight of Azriel still in bed.
"You're still here", you muttered tiredly, and Azriel's eyes instantly shot open. "You want me out?", the spymaster questioned lazily as his eyes closed once again. You nuzzled into his chest, and Azriel was quick to wrap a protective arm around you. "Didn't you have a meeting?", your voice rang out in the morning silence. The male hummed, "I did". You knew how much Azriel valued work. That was what he had known to be his top priority for years. You started to wonder that he probably just slipped out quietly and came back to bed once he was done. But then you were such a light sleeper…
"I haven't left the bed yet", your boyfriend said, as if he could read your mind. You tilted your head up so you could see his face better. "I just wanted to hold you", Azriel admitted, "Especially after everything." His words trailed off. You instantly felt embarrassed, "Sorry for it all, and…" But Azriel only cupped your face, "None of that. Are you feeling at least a bit better?", you nodded your head, but it didn't satisfy Azriel's worries. "We'll get you to the healer today". You rolled your eyes slightly, "That's not necessary", "You can walk or I will carry you there. Your choice", Azriel said firmly, making you chuckle.
Now those moments felt so distant. Like a feverish dream. And maybe they were right. That the honeymoon phase eventually ends. Pink glasses shatter, and you are harshly disappointed by the reality. You had no clue what had gone wrong. You two had been together for over a year by then. You had met his family. You had become family. Or that's what you had hoped for…
You knew Azriel was rather a closed-off person, and even his brother didn't stop the teasing of "I'm still blown away that Azriel got a girlfriend" and a bit of "I can't imagine this bruit communicating? Does he talk to you or just stare?". You laughed with them then. Yet always made sure to ensure everyone that your man was perfect and that it was their loss for not getting to know Azriel in that way.
But as they say, all lies are usually half-truths. You thought you were understanding. You never pushed Azriel. You weren't blind; you could tell that the physical closeness and tenderness of the touch frightened him at times. Every time his muscles tensed under your touch, you felt your heart break, but you always told him that it was okay. That he was free to set the pace There was no rush. And you generally thought that you had made some progress. Azriel would come up to hold you on his own. You two slept tangled together.
And then it all stopped. You were having breakfast at the river house. The place was lively, especially with Cassian and Nyx singing by the river while everyone was slowly gathering on the huge patio outside. You smiled to yourself as you placed different pastries on the plate. "Sometimes I wonder if Rhys was as wild or if Cassian's gynes somehow converted into Nyx", Feyre shook her head, looking at the two crackheads trying to stand on their hands. "I think it's just Cass rubbing off on him. The general rarely lets the boy out of his arms", it was a dream to see them all like this. To see so much love and so much care for one another. You never thought you would get to feel like you belonged again. That your presence mattered, you not only got yourself a boyfriend but also a whole bunch of amazing friends.
Setting the tray on the table, you sat down next to Azriel. You wanted to rest on his side slightly, but the moment you started to lean closer, the spymaster moved to the side. You didn't think much of it considering that he had reached for a jar with jam, so he probably just didn't notice you. But then you moved your hand closer to Azriel's, wanting to intertwine your fingers with his. The moment your skin touched his, Azriel jerked his hand back. An embarrassed shiver ran down your back. You hoped that no one saw it as you plastered a smile on your face, trying to swallow the lump that made it hard to breathe and offered a piece of your baked good to Nyx. As a distraction.
Yet those two moments played in your mind through the whole breakfast. Had you forgotten something? Said something to upset him? But everything was fine. Sure, Azriel seemed slightly off this morning, but then again, he returned home so late. The meeting must not have gone very smoothly, then. However, you had no clue where he went or what the meeting was about, meaning that you couldn't calculate the seriousness of it all. You rubbed your hands together under the table as the worrying thoughts grew louder and louder.
"Will you come to my birthday party?", Nyx caught your attention as he pulled on your dress sleeve gently. Your eyes softened as you looked down at him. "Of course, how could I miss it", you said, pushing a strand of his messy black hair as you smiled at him. Nyx scrambled to climb onto your lap, and when he was at a pleasant distance from Azriel, his tiny fingers poked at the spymaster's arm, "And you, uncle Azzy?" Azriel turned toward you for the first time that morning, but his eyes never truly looked your way. "I already promised you that I would", "And you will sit with aunty Y/N, right?"
Your body tensed, and part of you wanted to just laugh it off. He was so young still that he didn't understand many of the emotions. He wasn't meant to do it yet. "We'll see, bud", Azriel ruffled Nyx's hair before turning back to join the conversation with Cassian. You bit the inside of your cheek as the tears suddenly threatened to roll down your cheeks. But then you remembered the boy who sat on your lap with a puzzled look. In his tiny world, his uncles always sat with his aunties. You ran your finger over Nyx's slightly scrunched-up brows, "You know why we might not sit together?", you questioned the boy, and he shook his head, "Because I will come to sit with you so I could steal your cake". You let out a fake, evil laugh as your fingers moved to tickle his tummy. The lighthearted giggle filled the patio once again as Nyx wiggled happily in your embrace.
You and Azriel were the first ones to leave. In all honesty, Azriel just got up and announced that he was going home. You let out a huff of annoyance. Feyre threw you a worried look, but you just shook your head, placing the napkin on the table as you followed suit. This was ridiculous. Azriel wasn't the one to cause scenes. So whatever had him this riled up had to be serious. "Do you want to talk?", you called after him, aware that the rest of the family could still most definitely hear you.
"Do YOU want to talk?", Azriel asked you the same question, emphasizing your part dramatically. You picked up your pace, moving to reach for his hand in hopes of making him stop or at least look at you. "Seriously, Azriel, what the hell is wrong", you pleaded. If you had done something wrong, you were willing to apologize, but you had no clue what was wrong. "Why would there be something wrong?", he asked. "Because you're acting like an absolute ass", You crossed your arms over your chest when he finally stopped in his tracks. "Maybe you just have a bone to pick with me", Azriel said coldly, and you couldn't help but laugh a little, "Right blame it on me". You stormed past your boyfriend, ignoring the hand that he had reached out towards you so he could winnow you both home. Not to mention that it was ridiculous that he even thought that you would accept it. You heard him growl in frustration. Brood all you want, you thought to yourself as you walked toward the center of Velaris.
You walked through streets for hours. The sun was starting to go down at that point. You just couldn't seem to bring yourself home. A part of you didn't want to face it. You were too afraid that Azriel was going to leave you the moment you returned. Truth be told, he wasn't your first. And the males in the past had been nothing but bastards. And you were nothing but a rag doll to them. You were just as scared of this relationship, if not more. But you never showed it. Never said anything. Instead, you found strength in assisting Azriel, and you began to wonder if you had told him everything, would he have acted differently? Yet you both had deep scars. Some of them still bled. You knew that there were things that Azriel still hadn't shared with you, so you reassured yourself that keeping all of your past to yourself was only fair.
You stood in front of your shared apartment door till your hands had nearly turned to ice. Burning holes at the door. Your body screamed at you to not go inside. You knew you couldn't face him. You didn't want to let the dream that was slowly fading away fully vanish. It was all too short. You've got to love Azriel for way too short. But the apartment was empty once you stepped inside. There was no trace of Azriel even being here after you two left in the morning. Somehow, this made your stomach sink even more. Had he just left? Went to someone else? Had he been going to someone else? You stood in the darkness for some time. Secretly hoping that in the midst of it all, you would feel the cold breeze of Azriel's shadows.
"You're spying on me, aren't you?", the voice came out of nowhere, making you shiver. You felt Azriel before you could even make out his frame in the dark. "What the hell are you talking about?", you muttered into the nothingness, hating how weak your voice sounded. "You're scared", Azriel's voice hit your senses from a completely different part of the room, making you quickly turn your head to the side. Of course, your heart was beating like crazy. You had no clue what was happening. "Azriel quit this nonsense", "He sent you here, didn't he?", your body ran cold. No, there was no way. You… Azriel—even if he were to meet the male, there would have been no reason for them to talk about you.
"I brought you into my family. I gave you a home, and you do this", he said, pulling his shadows away, letting the flame in the fireplace ignite once again, allowing you a glimpse into your lover's eyes. Cold eyes. Eyes that you had never seen before. "I don't know what you are talking about", you muttered. "Lier", Azriel hissed. You tried not to tremble, but with the way, the spymaster was gawking at you… A long death felt more painless than this. "I'm not a spy", you croaked out once again. Azriel only shook his head, moving to firmly wrap his arm around your forearm as he moved to pull you across the apartment. "What are you doing? Azriel… You're scaring me", you said, pushing against his hold. You tried to hold onto the doorframe, but it was for nothing. His shadows bound themselves around your wrists and ankles, restricting any form of movement, as the spymaster shoved you to your knees in front of the bathtub.
You shot him a puzzled look, but Azriel didn't care for your scared eyes. As he took a fistful of your hair, "We'll take a little bath, see what's underneath this mask. Shall we?". You didn't have time to respond as your face hit the icy water. The fear in your body mixed with the sensation of drowning made everything stop for a second as the sick feeling in your stomach started to burn.
You're nothing. You're my subject. I'll make a woman out of you. I don't breed out weak links in this bloodline.
Your brain burned as the roar of that painfully familiar voice pierced your senses. You struggled against Azirel's grip as the lack of oxygen slowly burned your lungs. Always too weak. Always to blame. When you were finally pulled back up, you genuinely hoped Azriel would have kept you under just a bit longer. The brownish tint was running down your shoulders, revealing the true color of your hair. Azriel chuckled bitterly, "All this time. Right under my nose, and I didn't realize it". You kept staring at the man you no longer recognized as you coughed up the water from your lungs. "Please, I swear on everything…", "As if there's anything holy for you", Azriel barked out, shoving you to the side.
Your knees graze the cold tiles. "Summon", the spymaster strictly ordered, "No, please. I don't have anything to do with any of this. Azriel, you know I love you", you cried out. But you could tell that the steel walls had been built back up. This was the man the whole world feared. This was the spymaster of the night court. The darkness. The coldness itself. "Summon or I will drag it out of you myself", he roared, making more tears slip down your cheeks. With a quiet sob, you closed your eyes, moving your palms in front of you. You hadn't done it in over a year. Ever since you fled to Velaris. It seemed almost foreign. Like you no longer knew how. You felt it before you saw it. The crackling picked up right as your palms burst into flames. Your cries only got louder at the sight of the blazing lights that filled the dim bathroom.
Azriel dunked your hands into the water before his iron grip was back on your skin as the darkness swirled around you. You knew the sensation of winnowing. It had become familiar to you over the past year with Azriel. But where to? Was he going to dump you by the border? Into the river to drown? All of those scenarios would have been a blessing compared to the dungeon bars that surrounded you once you opened your eyes. Your wet clothes stuck to your body, and the cold air in the cell made your whole body tremble twice as badly. Azriel moved like a robot as he shackled you to the floor. The metal biting your skin, no doubt leaving bruises. Another sob slipped out of you, but you didn't fight his actions. "Quit the fake sob; it won't buy you anything", Azriel snarled right as the wooden door burst open.
"Have you lost your mind?", Cassian's voice made your knees shake as your hopeless eyes met his in a silent plea. But his attempt to reach you was blocked by Azriel's wings and a low growl. "She's autumn's rat and now is my to interrogate", "Azriel, this is…She hasn't done anything", Rhys said calmly. Tried to reason with his brother, but Azriel didn't buck, pulling at the chains harder and once again sending you to the ground. You let out yet another shriek of pain. Azriel moved out of the cell, locking the doors as he went. You reached for the front bars, gripping them with your trembling hands. "No, no, please. Rhys, I swear I didn't", you watched the high lord, who was still trying to process what was happening, "You are in no position to speak to my high lord", Azriel said bitterly before turning to his two male companions, who still watched it all in confusion.
"You let her out, and I swear… She doesn't leave this cell until I say so". With a warning growl, Azriel stormed out of the dungeon, Rhys following suit. It was Cassian who had lingered. Who held eye contact with you. "Please", you muttered for what felt like a thousand times that night. You could tell that Cassian wanted to say something, but you also knew how many obligations bound him. So when he too turned away from you, you didn't feel surprised. Resting your throbbing head on the cold metal bars, the tears continued to roll down your cheeks. Truly letting the fear of your life falling to pieces lace your body. Hating yourself for being so naive. Hating yourself for letting your silly heart believe that this fairytale was possible in the first place. The ones like you did not have the luxury of love.
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lieutenant-teach · 3 months
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Love Lego Star Wars Skywalker Saga! My favourite men have their honeym... adventures.
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callsign-bunnie · 10 months
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Love Spells and Mistakes - Part 1 - Build A Fic
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Rodolfo yawned, softly, as he walked into the command room. Alejandro was out at the moment and he doubted their friends from England had any too particularly pressing issues that would require them to be in the command room as of this moment.
Even still, he was shocked to see it was quite empty, save for Laswell, who was sat in a chair, her legs crossed over themselves. "Rodolfo!" She smiled as he came in. "You're up early."
"Big mission." Rodolfo nodded. He liked her. She was an alpha, but she didn't treat him, an omega, any different from anyone else. In fact, she was one to rarely mention presentations at all. "I don't know many of the details about it, yet."
"That's right. Alejandro asked me to hand you these." She nodded and sat up, dropping three files on the table. "He said he'll be back in a bit to tell you more about the mission."
Rodolfo frowned and took the files, opening them and finding himself surprised to see a file on both Ghost and Alejandro. "I don't think I need to see a file on my Colonel. We've been friends since we were children."
Laswell shrugged. "He said it was important that you have both files. Said it might help you choose."
Rodolfo made a face. "Agent Laswell, please. Can you just tell me what's going on?"
Laswell smiled, sympathetically. "Fine, I'm sorry. The mission you're going on is going to be in the United States. Graves has fled up there and you're going to be finding him. The problem is, he's definitely going to be expecting the Mexican Special Forces officers who he betrayed to be going after him.
Alejandro trusts no one else on the mission. So, you and either Ghost or the Colonel are the only options. Your mission will be to pretend to be in the states on a vacation with your husband. Whoever you choose will fill that role. Both alphas have presented a fake story that was made for them based on the skills they have for undercover work. Alejandro said it was entirely up to you and he knows this would likely be a hard decision for you."
Rodolfo stared at her for a moment. His nerves over the mission had suddenly increased, tenfold. "I... Alright." He nodded and took a deep breath.
So, he picked up Ghost's file, first.
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Lieutenant Simon Ghost Riley
Rodolfo and Simon have been married for five years. They're having marital issues so Rodolfo's mother suggested they go on a vacation and they landed on Georgia in the United States.
Simon, aged 30, is a successful businessman who owns several businesses across the United States, England, and Mexico. He came from a hard upbringing, which left his face scarred. As such, he wears a mask and he's become asocial, bordering on agoraphobic.
Rodolfo, aged 32, came from a poorer upbringing, so he doesn't know much about the middle class lifestyle. He's not completely social, either, but he does like going out and doing things 'on the town' so to speak.
Rodolfo and Simon met when Simon was on a trip in Mexico, working on acquiring another business. It was a fast, perhaps too fast, romance and they were married within a year and a half of meeting. Simon moved his primary residence to Mexico a month before they were to be married.
However, he spends much time in his other residences, leading to tension as Rodolfo feels neglected.
They own two large dogs, named Ryker and Dulce.
Lieutenant Riley has very little experience in this form of espionage, but he's scored high in proficiency for it.
He was chosen because his profile matched Sergeant Major Parra's profile at an overall 82%.
Sexual Compatibility - 94% Romantic Compatibility - 75% Platonic Compatibility - 84% Domestic Compatibility - 75%
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He blushed dark red at seeing that not only was sexual compatibility was listed, but it was a whopping 94%. He quickly put the file down before he thought too much about it and he turned to Alejandro's file.
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Colonel Alejandro Vargas
Alejandro and Rodolfo are newly weds, freshly married on their honeymoon. They chose Georgia in the United States to find somewhere new to go outside of their hometown.
Alejandro, aged 32, is a fresh faced doctor. He's newly successful and ready to spoil his new bride. He's incredibly social, which is a contrast to his partner, but he's known to stay home if Rodolfo asks him to.
Rodolfo, aged 32, is a stay at home wife, who's getting ready to do online classes in his free time so he can get a degree. He's not completely social, but he does like going out and doing things 'on the town' so to speak.
Rodolfo and Alejandro were childhood sweethearts. They were together for 16 years before choosing to marry because Alejandro wanted to finish his degree before asking.
They were pressured into a prenup by Alejandro's family, leading to slight tension in their fresh marriage.
They do not own pets.
Alejandro has mild experience in this form of espionage but he scored high in proficiency for it.
He was chosen because his profile matched Sergeant Major Parra's profile at an overall 83.5%.
Sexual Compatibility - 88% Romantic Compatibility - 92% Platonic Compatibility - 85% Domestic Compatibility - 69%
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Rodolfo was quite surprised at the number for romantic compatibility, not having expected he and Alejandro to be so... compatible in that area. Platonic made sense, though he was surprised it wasn't higher. He would admit, the domestic compatibility being so low made him a little disappointed, but that was more than made up for by the romantic compatibility.
He set Alejandro's file down and looked at Laswell, who was watching him, expectantly.
"Maybe you should read the mission file before deciding." She gestured to the third file.
Rodolfo hesitated before nodding and took up the file.
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The Mission
Commander Phillip Graves of the Shadow Company was last seen in Georgia. It is believed he has a safehouse there that he is laying low in. Your mission will be to travel to Georgia and get close to his connections in order to find him.
There are four known connections in the state of Georgia.
Damian Smith Liam Martin Dale Horran Emily Black
One of the four of them are suspected to have the safehouse location. You will need to gain their trust and then either follow them to Graves or find some other way of locating the information.
Your implant team will have everything set up for your arrival, including a
Mating Suite and the Twin Flames Hotel Several romantic dates which will involve each of the four members above A car to get around the coastal town you will be staying in A full wardrobe which will be fully suited to the characters you will be playing And an arsenal of supplies, weapons, and gadgets that will aid you in your mission.
This mission is estimated to last 6 weeks.
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Rodolfo took a deep breath, now incredibly nervous for this mission. "I don't know if I'm the right choice for this mission..."
"Alejandro doesn't trust anyone else to run it." Laswell smiled, sympathetically. "He said he knew you could do it, as long as you were confident and didn't get too into your own head."
Rodolfo hesitated before relaxing and nodding. "Okay... I..." He looked over Ghost and Alejandro's file.
"There is a third option." Laswell spoke up. "A third backstory but... it's complicated and I'm only allowed to explain it to you if you choose it. But... Alejandro mentioned that you might need... extra help. So, Ghost and Alejandro are willing to make this work with both of them, should you choose that option."
Rodolfo saw her drop a fourth file on the table and he bit the inside of his lip, looking down at the table.
Two alphas, both of whom had their merits.
Alejandro, who he knew it might be easier to pretend around because he knew Alejandro so well.
However, it might be awkward because of how well they knew each other. How does one just pretend to be in love with the alpha you grew up with?
And Ghost, who he didn't know very well, yet, but who it might be easier to pretend with for lack of awkwardness. They didn't know each other very well and Rodolfo remembered Ghost as easy to work with from the mission where they broke Alejandro out of prison.
However, both did sound appealing. Having both of them there might help him to feel a little more at ease and it would be the best of both worlds.
However, the worst of both, too...
He needed to choose. Laswell placed the fourth file between Ghost and Alejandro's and Rodolfo took a deep breath, looking over them, again.
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forcebookish · 4 months
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do do do just taking a pic of my darli--homie without a shirt in the beautiful morning hours on our honeym--trip to italy in our shared hotel room with the romantic wrought iron balcony do do do
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hallway-in-da-house · 11 days
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TL;DR: does anyone have other honeymation examples?
sooooooo I just recently learned about the 2004 movie Cutie Honey and its absolutely gorgeous!
super intrigued by the honeymation technique which is actually the best.
I'd love to learn to replicate this technique, but I can't seem to find many examples outside of this movie. It's possible there isn't any, but what other films have used something like this?
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Night was falling on the Enchanted Forest, the misty dome turned soft red and tender pink, dissolving the light of the majestic sunset which they were not destined to see. The Northuldra tribe began to gather around the campfires to have dinner, rest and talk.
After a day full of work: caring for reindeer, fishing, picking berries, sewing, Honeymaren and Ryder met at their mother's, Yelana's kota. The tribal leader was in a melancholy mood, her heavy wise gaze thoughtful, her hands warming themselves up on a bowl of mushroom broth.
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Honeymaren glanced meaningfully at her brother: "well, now Mama is definitely going to start remembering the old days again, and how life used to be easier and better."
And sure enough, looking at the neighbors trying to light a fire with a stone flint, Yelana quietly said:
“It wasn't like that before. As soon as we asked the Fire Spirit, the bonfires lit up by themselves.”
“Sure, Mama," Ryder muttered.
“You don't believe me, Son? Don't you dream about seeing the sky?” Yelana looked up at Ryder.
“I do, of course... Although I don't know what it is.” he shrugged.
Yelana sighed as she looked around the Forest. Of course, it looked beautiful and peaceful, bathing in a pink evening mist, but nothing will replace what was in the past.
“Everything was different then. We were blessed. We were rich. We lived in harmony with the Spirits. Each Element was to our aid and we honoured each of the Four. Water, the most important of all, the one who remembers everything. Air, without which there is no life, Fire that warms us and Earth that supports.”
It sounded like an ancient chant.
“But then something went wrong.” added Honeymaren, crossing her legs and looking questioningly at her mother.
A shadow passed over Yelana's face and she took a sip of the broth.
“The Arendellians desecrated the Forest and killed my father.” her voice became dark.
“On the other hand, thanks to the mist, even more of them did not come here.” remarked Honeymaren, maybe trying to cheer Yelana up a little.
“And there is no way out at all?” asked Ryder.
When he was younger, he often asked this question until he got tired of it. But today it felt somehow different. As if change was in the air. As if this evening full of light was special.
“We tried. Only legends remained...”
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Yelana put the bowl on the moss and peered into the campfire, suddenly remembering the stories that her father had told her when she was a little curious child.
“Four spirits born from the Ice lie at the foundation of the World. But the old traditions told us about the lost Fifth Spirit who rules them all. If only we could find it, then maybe the Fifth Spirit would save us and bring everything back. Perhaps.”
“And where is it?” Honeymaren raised an eyebrow.
“I do not know. It's a legend. But you know what?" Yelana looked at her children seriously, “On the great and evil day of the Battle, I heard something strange. A voice. A song similar to the howling of the North wind, but much more beautiful. Somehow it gave my heart a consolation.”
“Do you think it was the Fifth Spirit, Mama?" Ryder beamed with hope.
“I don't think anything.”
“If it was the Fifth Spirit, then why did it silence? Where is it now?” Honeymaren demanded an answer, throwing a twig into the fire, "How can we find it?"
“Only Ahtohallan, the Mother of all Spirits, knows." Yelana shrugged and returned her attention to the soup, "We have to seek and wait. And remember.”
Honeymaren sighed softly, and Ryder slightly elbowed her.
“What if it's you, Honey, who will find the Fifth Spirit? Let me call it for you?”
Ryder chuckled and jokingly depicted how, in his opinion, the Spirit could sing. Honeymaren giggled and flinched at the sound of his terrible voice. It sounded like a wolf howling at the moon.
Yelana smiled discreetly, but shook her head.
“Don't joke with this, children. No one knows what the future can bring and whether the Fifth Spirit is not listening to us now.”
“Only Ahtohallan knows." echoed Honeymaren her mother's favourite saying.
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Night was falling on the North. And further south along the Fjord, in a beautiful coastal castle, the young queen was tossing in her sleep. She dreamed of the Forest and the Song.
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Chris Trujillo On Set Designing the 80’s In ‘Stranger Things’
by Robin Write  July 13, 2017
Awards Daily TV talks to Chris Trujillo about establishing the look and feel of Stranger Things‘ 80’s era interiors and its imaginative Upside Down.
Part of the magic that makes Stranger Things so compelling and popular are the foundations created by a super-talented technical team in designing an 80’s world we all recognize. The production design team integrates some magic touches of fantasy and horror as well as the familiar surroundings of childhood homes.
One key figure in Stranger Things‘ excellence is production designer Chris Trujillo. On the back of some memorable contemporary work on feature films, he brings that infamous decade to life with some outstanding set design. I was privileged to find out more.
What inspired you to work in production design, and how did you break into that field?
To begin with I did a bachelor of fine arts at the University of Florida. I wasn’t entirely sure what I was going to do with myself for a long time. I thought I would go more in the direction of opening a gallery, but when I moved to New York I realized very quickly that without a silver spoon or a legacy in the art world it would be very difficult to make a living, unless you are very wealthy.
Anyway, I was running a screen printing shop and had a friend who knew I had an art background and carpentry background and got me to work on a couple of music videos. I pretty much instantaneously knew where all my interests were creatively. As soon as I got the opportunity, I learned what the art department was all about and changed my focus completely, worked any art department jobs I could find. That got me into the New York indie world, which was a pretty incredible boot camp.
I was learning how the film business works and the art departments. I made the most of every job that came along. I started production designing small stuff, a whole bunch of little kitchen sink stuff, learned the ropes that way. And I got a bit of a name and a resume, that was it. Started to get some bigger jobs, a series of fortunate events and a lot of hard work. Basically it all came from the art background and the kind of carpentry design background, combined with my lifelong love of movies – being the right time and right place.
Do you feel production design has a misconception that is it more about pretty period sets? Do you find that?
You don’t often notice a production designers work as much unless it is a period set. In a weird way most people see the costumes, the hair and make-up, swords and sandals, Victorian outfits, or sci-fi of course – people are like “Oh wow, they have to create that world.” That is why some production designers are overlooked. You put in just as much work creating the space for a very specific character in a present day script.
A lot of your work is contemporary. I have seen a lot of it. Kiss of the Damned, Nerve, Honeymoon, Viral, Tiny Furniture. Those are all very different, even though they are modern day, they must have been different experiences.
Very much so. On every level of these experiences they are different – budgets, time frames, settings, like a New York setting is different to Pittsburgh or New Orleans. There are so many factors with every project that make them totally different experiences and challenge you differently. Obviously, the approach creatively is the same. After meeting the director, reading the script, you try to realize and understand who the characters are and the world they live in. If it is a more stylized picture like Nerve you approach it differently to, say, Tiny Furniture. How it gets created and the relatively small team of people. There is an order of operation. It is the same even if the creative things we are trying to accomplish are different.
So Stranger Things came about through the director of Honeymoon right as Leigh [Janiak] is married to one of the creators [Ross Duffer]?
Yeah, we did Honeymoon. We both had a pretty scary vision for that movie, and we were able to realize it with our resources. We spoke a similar language creatively. When I was in L.A. making Viral, I happened to be living around the corner from Leigh. We were catching up every now and then, having a meal together. And I think Ross came and was kind of pitching a pipe dream idea that I fell in love with, which was then called Montauk and would become Stranger Things.
At that point they were a bunch of thirty-somethings with a dream to make such an outlandish thing with a bunch of kids set in the 80’s. I said if it ever came to fruition it would be a dream for a production designer. Two years later they called me and said it had the green light, and they could get me on the project. It was a struggle to get on as my credits were smaller, but I had just finished Nerve which was a big enough resume bump. And Allison Shearmur, who was the producer on that, had enough clout in the movie world of big budget film-making that she told the line producer it would be in good hands. And it was all go from there.
So you had your own idea of 80’s America, then. What did you bring from your own experience to your work on Stranger Things?
I literally was able to get family photos and get my own case from my actual childhood, photos of the suburban home I grew up in. When I think of running around as a kid, it was very much like the ones we created in the show. And all the movies we referenced kind of made up my childhood. That was like second nature, bringing those childhood experiences to the show. Like walkie talkies, riding with my buddies on bicycles, all that was there, and my heart was in it.
Any other show could have gone overboard with the 80’s stuff, it could have become a bit kitsch. Where did you draw the line?
For us it was like as long as it was believable, in the characters worlds, in their homes, we wanted to squeeze in little winks and nods to things like specific movies, with the big Jaws poster, and all the stuff that inspired us. Otherwise it was a matter of taking a real look and going back to the way I would approach a TV drama set in the present day. It is about bringing these characters out, through the scripts, and conversations with the Duffer brothers like who they are socioeconomically, psychologically, what they have been through. And from there we were thinking what should the house look like, would the furniture be from the 70’s.
There are a lot of really great vintage and set dressing places, estate sales. The set decorator and her team are always really great about going out, going above and beyond in finding mountains of vintage furniture. Going through junk draws at estate sale and buying everything. When it came to me to put a life layer into a set, we literally had like a storeroom full of real, vintage, worn in, lived in, 80’s stuff – or 70’s in a lot of cases. That was our approach, and our philosophy was to really make it super real and not distracting to the audience.
We want people to have a smile and take note of a particular element. It’s the same approach I have with indies, which is creating really real spaces that have gravity and texture. Ultimately the set kind of informs the character as opposed to just showing people what cool 80’s shit you can put on a set.
It’s the little details, like what is in the cupboards, or on the kitchen worktops.
Yeah, all that stuff. We tried not to overlook anything or gloss over things. It’s taking every room seriously. Even if we are not going to see that corner of the set, making sure that corner is integrated into the rest. There is no stone unturned.
Did you have much creative input in other aspects of the production, like where the camera would go, character movement?
The creative triad is usually the director, cinematographer, production designer, knowing the scripts backward and forwards. I spent a lot of time with the directors, and the DP Tim Ives, Tod Campbell, and we all approach it in this very collaborative, creative way. When I go into designing a set it is always with the script in mind, and with the style of shooting, a lot of deliberate camera movement, well thought out shots, going into creating.
I am very conscious of this is what we can expect to take place, and we want to give cinematographers, the Duffers, as much room to move. To give many interesting angles and how one doorway of one room frames another room and how the action can flow from the kitchen through the dining room and into the living room. A lot of what you build is with camera motion, actor blocking in mind, and of course lighting. We try to find as much practical lighting as possible. Feels much more cinematic.
Was there something specifically challenging? What did you learn?
The learning is constant. The pace of TV is a little bit different. Some of the most challenging stuff was more logistical, like the process of the metamorphosis of the Byer House goes through – the Christmas lights, Joyce’s breakdown, the monster – they required quite a lot of logistical pre-planning and a lot of inter-department co-operation. We shot it all on one space and had a fairly tight schedule, so making all that happen was tricky, having a set undergo such a radical change through the course of a season. Also the look and the feel, and the material process of creating the Upside Down, deciding on what that would look like. How we would achieve it. Kind of a broad collaborative thing.
It is easy to talk about, but it is super abstract. And it is not just a matter of putting furniture and a life layer into an otherwise pedestrian world. It was about creating this strange other worldly space. That was creatively probably the most challenging thing as it was a total cooperation between so many different departments. In a lot of cases we were figuring it out as we went. When we were shooting the first block of episodes, we were still testing materials for the third and forth. So that was really challenging.
The success of Stranger Things is that you have taken people back, like myself, and I recognize a lot of it, and that is down to the production design and the team. That is what people have fallen in love with as well as the story. So congratulations on that.
Thanks a lot, I really appreciate you saying that.
Stranger Things Season 1 streams on Netflix. Season 2 drops in October 2017.
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the honeymoon episode will be a beach episode. the honeymoon episode will be a beach episode. the honeymoon episode will be a beach episode. the honeym
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I mean it's been 19 years so my memory is foggy but I'm pretty certain the staff themselves called it Honeymation which is where I got the term from. :)
I didn't know that! That's cool. I really love those scenes, they look so cool and so silly at the same time. I wish more movies/shows included some honeymation but I've never really seen it anywhere else.
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F&D - Search for Infinity ❤️‍🔥P14❤️‍🔥 The final moments
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You hadn’t given much thought on how you’d die. You knew it was inevitable but not so soon. Even after your scrape with Scar, you wasn’t actively awaiting death. But this, here right now, this was death finally promising you the end. You’d think that plummeting towards the ground from such a height would be quick but this was disgustingly slow. You watched every level pass you. You felt the wind in your hair. Your arms desperately trying to grip something as you sped down.
You often heard that your brain tries to conjure good memories for you before immanent death but that was a lie. All it did was cast projections of the ones you were leaving behind. Your family. Seven. Loki. You knew your time with Seven would be short compared to Lokis time with her but you didn’t anticipate it being this stunted. If you had known, you would have hugged her that bit tighter, spent a bit longer with her last night. There were still things you were yet to tell her, wisdom you were yet to share. You hoped Loki would stay around the avengers as she grew up so that Nat or even Pepper could help guide her. Despite how Loki felt, the avengers were his family, they loved him like family.
Loki
If you weren’t already dying, you were certain Loki would have killed you for this. You promised him this mission was without risk. You assured him you’d be fine and yet here you were moments away from death. He’d tell you you were selfish for leaving him. He wouldn’t be able to face the fact you were dead, he’d still talk about you as if you were simply on your way home. But you knew him. He’d laugh in the day and make jokes when it was easier to trick his mind into thinking all was well but then the lonely night would come and he’d call out for you in the hopes you’d return his beckoning. If you could speak to him right now, you wouldn’t say I love you, you’d say I’m sorry.
Close your eyes now you told yourself, let the images of old consume you.
You remembered the party, the first one you had attended when Tony wanted you to join the avengers. The first time you met Loki. The rocky start you had gotten off on. The night you saw him with paint on his hands. The morning he dropped you home. The night you saw the painting of you he had created. The first time you realised he loved you. The time you realised that Loki was your endgame. When you lost him, when you got him back. When Seven was born. The places you both saw. Spain, Budapest, Portugal, London. Noah, Sophia, Izzy, family. When you returned home. Every single night you had put Seven to bed flashed before your eyes. If only you knew that this morning was the last time you’d wake up and see her, you would have savoured it.
You closed your eyes, bracing for impact before your back crashed onto something softer than expected. The floor must have become bouncy as well because you bounced off of the surface before hitting the floor. You wasn’t dead? Opening your eyes, you saw the surroundings of your bedroom. Looking up at the ceiling, you watched as a portal closed above you.
When Steve had called for backup, they were quickly at the building. The team consisted of a group of SHIELD agents as well as Stephen Strange who was already at SHIELD HQ. When he arrived, he gasped watching you falling down the building. At lightning speed, he opened a portal beneath you leading to your bed. Later on he’d shout at you for even being in the position to fall off of a building but for now, he had to make sure you were safe and out of the way.
Your bedroom door flew open as you looked up at it from the floor.
“Y/N?” Loki gasped, looking down at you “why are you wet? How are you back?” He questioned, walking towards you.
“Long story, Loki I’ve been stabbed in the leg.” You quickly told him, holding your thigh.
“Again” he muttered, grabbing you as he teleported you towards the medical wing. “Banner!” He shouted.
“Honeymoon.” You reminded him, trying to roll your shoulders to relive some of the pain radiating from your back.
“Oh yes.” He remembered.
“Loki, take me to an actual hospital, or take me to SHIELD HQ they’ve got a med wing there.” Leaving no time, Loki quickly teleported you to the SHIELD HQ med wing where you were rushed into a room. Despite being alive after impending death, you remained calm because this couldn’t be real. You were certain you were dead.
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