light blue filter

The Science of Light, as explained by Lapis Lazuli

so i made this color edit of a screenshot of steven universe -

and got this in response

you’d expect that to kind of be the case, like, oh, her colors are darker, in low light she’d be pitch black, that’s logical, but light and color work in mysterious ways. i actually wanna talk about this because it’s a cool scientific learning experience. so @smug-torracat let’s talk about the physics of light!

here’s a side-by-side comparison of the original (left) and my edit (right), with lapis in white sunlight. white light is a mixture of the entirety of the light spectrum and has every color. so lapis here absorbs all the colors in white light except for blue, which she reflects thus making her blue to our eyes.

the bulb is the sun, the filter is lapis’s skin/dress/hair, the square on the right is our eyes.

now let’s look at a screenshot of lapis in mirror gem/ocean gem.

in this scene, it’s pretty dark, and everything has a vaguely dark blue filter over everything. we can assume that this scene takes place in surroundings with a mixture of low blue light and low white light.

this is my best attempt at recreating the light conditions in the scene. here, lapis is standing in both low blue and low white light. it’s not perfect, but you can see that the lapis on the right has colors extremely similar to the lapis in the mirror gem/ocean gem screenshot.

okay, why isn’t she black? white light + blue light + blue filter = blue appearance.

if the surroundings (the bulb) are bathing lapis (the blue filter) in blue light, then she’s absorbing nothing. blue objects can’t absorb blue light, so the blue light reflects and we (the square on the right) see nothing but more blue.

black is the absence of any color in the light spectrum. in order for us to see black, all light from an object would need to be absorbed. so for lapis to appear black, she would need to be in either red or green light.

if she’s in red light, there’s no blue light to reflect off of her clothes and back to our eyes. blue objects absorb all red light, making the object appear to us as completely black.

you can see how her hair and triangles on her outfit on the right appear almost entirely black, and she’s in mostly shades of gray.

so there you have it - my recolored lapis matches mirror gem/ocean gem lapis without a hitch. yay, colors!

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Vietnam AU, come baaaaaaaaaack :)

Vietnam AU

Claire nuzzled against Jamie’s palm and slid her face closer to his on the pillow.

He responded by weaving his legs in between hers underneath his great-grandmother Fraser’s quilt. The soft blue light of dawn filtered through the muslin curtains of the laird’s bedroom – just enough for her to see him smile and close his eyes. Contented as a ginger cat.

Under no circumstances were they to be parted from each other after their mutually earth-shattering revelations in the parlor downstairs. And it was late, and the couch was a bit cramped, and they were already dressed for bed – so Jamie had wordlessly stood, offered Claire his hand, banked the fire, and quietly led her up the stairs and to the bedroom at the end of the hallway.

He had been conceived and born in that room – as had his father before him, and his grandfather before that, and countless other generations of Frasers. He had officially moved into the room after his father had died – and softly told Claire that she was the first woman he’d share the bed with.

Jamie’s thumb now stroked her cheek – gently, reverently. And Claire couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to sleep beside him on this mattress every night – to watch him smile in his sleep, to be held so closely by him that his heartbeat echoed against hers, to quietly lay by his side as they listened to the first larks chirp a cheery good morning outside. To conceive her own children – Jamie’s children – protected by the souls of all the Frasers that had gone before her, and then grip Jamie’s hand nine months later as she graced the sacred walls with yet another Fraser to carry on the tradition. Fulfilling the promise of his ancestors.

All in a rush she wanted these things. And she wanted them with Jamie. She couldn’t wait to have them with Jamie.

But how would they make it work? She had to finish school, she had to go back to Boston –

No. Not today. Let today be for quiet celebrations – for the love she had been brave enough to find again with this man.

“Speak to me,” she breathed.

And somehow he knew she meant not in English – but in Gaelic. The tongue of his ancestors. The language he had used to fall in love with her.

Eyes still closed, he moved closer to bump the tip of his nose against hers. She closed her own eyes, feeling the rush of warm air against her lips, the deep rumble of his voice within his chest. Imagining they were on a farm in the Scottish Highlands in the eighteenth century, waking to a hazy dawn, sharing secrets beneath a quilt, nestled safely away from the world.

His voice was the second most beautiful sound she had ever heard.

For the most beautiful sound was the half-laugh, half-moan that formed deep in his throat when she interrupted his speech with a long, slow kiss.

Today they had all the time in the world.

The larks had been joined by a cooing dove, now that the sun had crested over the horizon. Jamie’s arms had locked around Claire, burying his nose in the curls at the crown of her head as she lost herself in the magic space in the crook of his neck. Breathing each other in. Still not believing this to be real.

She whimpered when he pulled away – but he kissed her forehead in reassurance and slipped out of bed. She watched him pad over to a chest of drawers on the other side of the room, rummage around in the drawer the top, and secret something small in the palm of his hand before quickly crossing back to her and sitting on the edge of the mattress.

“Can you sit up for me, Claire?”

Puzzled, she did.

He held out his hand, and she extended her own palm.

To feel the rough oblong shapes of a freshwater pearl necklace.

“They’re North Carolina pearls,” he said softly, voice far away. “They belonged to my mother. Now they belong to you.”

Carefully she unwound the strand, cradling it between her palms.

“They’re one of the few things I have left of her. Very precious to me.”

Then he lay a gentle hand on her knee, and she raised her eyes to lock with his.

“As are you, Claire.”

His face was eager – serious – yearning.

Love surged in her heart, and tears welled in her eyes. Quietly she wound the pearls around her neck, did the clasp, and settled the strand against her bare collarbone.

Jamie said nothing – eyes full of fire.

She pushed back the quilt, shifted onto his lap, and kissed his shoulder. Then the side of his neck. Then the square angle of his jaw.

“As are you, Jamie,” she whispered against his mouth.

Warm Me Up Ch. 31

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He couldn’t stop pacing.  His psychiatrist kept her eyes steady on him, following him and waiting patiently for him to speak. Finally, he turned to her and sighed. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I… I’m terrified. I shouldn’t be terrified.” He crossed his arms and groaned. “I can’t stop shaking. I thought this was supposed to stop.”

His psychiatrist hummed and checked her board. “You’ve been taking Zoloft for… two months, right?” Nico nodded. “Like I said, we have to move up slowly. It’s not regulating you yet, so I’m going to go ahead and increase the dose, okay?” Nico grit his teeth as she scribbled on a clipboard. Then she looked up and smiled. “Now, about this date. Was he nervous when he asked?” Nico shrugged and nodded. “Do you think he might feel just as scared as you at this point?”

“No,” he said immediately. “Will… he’s so put together. He’s stronger. Maybe he’s nervous but… I’m so scared, I get nauseous. And I don’t know why.”

She leaned forward and interlocked her hands, her eyes never leaving Nico’s. It was slightly disturbing the way she would look him in the eyes so consistently when Nico could barely hold her gaze for more than five seconds. “You mentioned before that the reason you stayed friends was because he said he couldn’t trust you. Right?” Nico nodded. “Do you trust yourself?”

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Alternate versions of the banner I did for @plangstweek - I’m a sucker for photo filters :))) [this is a photo post, so click on the images to see in full size]

Funny story: when I was colouring the original banner it was night time and I didn’t notice my tablet had switched on the blue light filter - let’s just say Lance wasn’t just figuratively blue :D Thankfully the lovely people at plangstweek did some last-minute colour corrections 👍 Thanks again for getting me involved, I really enjoyed it!

Feast of Love [M]

BTS Supernatural AU
Pairings: Hoseok x Reader / BTS x Reader / Namjin / Taegi / Jikook 
Word Count: 7,200
Warnings: Blood, Pain, Biting, All THE GOOD SHIT

Inspired by the Blood Sweat & Tears MV as well as Penny Dreadful. A sexy, supernatural orgy of pleasure, pain, and drugs ensues. Enjoy.


One heeled foot peaked around the corner of the dark brick building I called home, into the dusky evening that precariously tipped on the edge of night. A breeze filtered through the loose, fluttery bottom of my dress, a breeze that held the whispers of an autumn and winter chill that came with early October, yet the nature around me still clung to its summer colors. Pink and purple flowers dotted the manicured city sidewalk, reflecting the colors of the setting sun and sky, soon to die as the leaves turned fiery shades of orange and red.

I wrapped my long coat closer to my body, shivering as a chill teased against the baby hairs currently resting upon the nape of my neck, my hair tucked into an elaborated up-do. The sensation stirred a churning deep within me and I sucked in a breath through my teeth before breathing out and blinking away the fuzz in my mind. Each step I took clipped against the stone sidewalk as I weaved and danced among the bustling Friday night crowd. I was looking for something, someone, but I couldn’t remember exactly what. A peculiar sensation indeed, one that heightened my senses and left me alert among passive faces with unassuming features. There! A glance of bright blue eyes, too bright to be natural, a flash of violet crushed velvet that quickly disappeared among drab colors of grey, black, and brown. Fairy floss hair stole my attention and I made a beeline for him, at least I think it was a him. Suddenly, a wave of vertigo overcame me and I stumbled, eyes fluttering as I swayed from side to side, disrupting the flow of bodies. I tried to regain my balance, squeezing my eyes shut hard as I gulped in breaths of air, but each attempt only intensified the feeling.

“Careful now, (Y/N).” whispered a deep, soulful voice next to my ear, one that I somehow recognized.

Hands gently caught me and I followed their lead, trusting their intentions as if I knew them well.

 “You found us again. You’re such a good girl.”

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A super rare no filter selfie for your viewing pleasure. I do in fact wear glasses sometimes, also I part my bangs to the right… 


k so shut up and listen because I’m an artist.

She is yellow just like the rest of Yellow D’s court and you want to know why I know this because the SU crew put filters over the animation to alter the colours.

Now you may ask why isn’t YD affected by the colours, and why isn’t Blue Zircon also affect?

Because YD isn’t under the spotlight of the court and news flash when you put a blue filter over Blue: it’s still blue!

When you put a blue filter over yellow, if y'all went to school yellow and blue make green!

Now what could be the source of this filter: well most likely it’s Blue being gross and soggy, and the reason YD and YP aren’t affected is because they are in the shade from the spot light away from the blue filter

In conclusion The other Zircon is yellow.

Cry Wolf - Part Four

Summary: Dean loves his little sister, just as much as he loves his little brother, even if she isn’t technically his sister. But there’s a reason his Dad took her in, and it’s not purely out of the goodness of his heart. Could the girl who believes herself to be Sam’s twin really be a bomb just waiting to go off?
Words: 1471
Warnings: Angst-ish
AN: I’m on a roll guys… I’m so in love with this series. It’s just such a breath of fresh air for me, and keeping me sane. So thank you so much for all the wonderful feedback I’m getting for it! Feedback truly makes a writer want to write more… so much!
Constructive Criticism Welcome!!!



A faint blue light filtered its way through the window, and your eyelids.

Your body felt heavy, as if every part of your body had turned to lead overnight.

Wait… overnight?

You tried desperately to open your eyes, only managing to flicker them for a moment before you gave up again. But you took in everything you needed to. The faint blue light was definitely the beginnings of dawn.

How was that possible? You saw the sunset not that long ago… before you’d… done what?

A small groan escaped your lips as you tried to process what was going on, but a pounding in the side of your head was making it hard to focus.

You were definitely not in bed anymore, the surface you were on was much harder, and you must have been sat on it for a long-time because your ass had that distinctive tingling numb sensation you always get when your left sitting for too long. Which led to your next revelation that you were, in fact, sitting, as opposed to curled up among the blankets to try and ignore the horrific pain you were in.

All of that seemed to have completely disappeared. Now, you were left with the mysterious pain in the side of your head.

“Dad, I think she’s awake.”

Dean was quiet, and for some reason he sounded scared. Really scared. Your brother never sounded scared.

Once again, you managed to pry your eyes open, just in time to see Dean crouch right in front of you. “Dean” you mumbled, and you made to reach out to him, hoping he might be able to steady your head, but you couldn’t. “Dean?” you added, panic rising as you realised that your hands were bound behind your back.

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Choose Your Mistakes #18

Part eighteen of the interactive fanfiction, Choose Your Mistakes. Please check the FAQ and the Setting Info if you have questions, and be sure to make your choice below.

You chose to ask Dark about how the doors work.

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“That’s ominous,” you muttered, half a mind to storm out of there and leave his smugness with his fancy tea set. But then where would you go? This whole ordeal was turning into a game of cat and mouse, and you knew the only way to win was to stop being the mouse.

“So, how do the doors work?” you asked.
“Why, my dear,” Dark smirked with a wave if his hand, “you simply walk through them and they take you from one location to another.” You scowled.
“You know what I meant. The special doors I came through to get here. How do they work?” A butterfly landed on the windowsill, vibrant orange wings soaking up the light.
“All doors have two sides,” Dark explained, watching you with an unblinking stare, “but the two sides are not required to match. Those of us in the know can rearrange which sides are paired.” Dark stood up, abandoning the unconsumed tea.

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