the picture is a bit dark

anonymous asked:

*Takes pictures as they quietly squeal at the adorableness.* *Whispers* I will show them their cuteness if they. Don't. Believe. The. Fucking. Bricks. -Darkness Anon

*logic starts to wake up the tiniest bit when they squeal but goes right back down once they are done*

((XD that last part killed me))

anonymous asked:

NO!!!! *flails arms wondering HOW Morality got /that/ out of it* I'm trying to tell you to go for him!!! Jesus Mary and Joseph! I think I had a heart attack! I /want/ you to get the boy before you loose him! Let's not move on when you have a chance!! Did you not remember blushing Logic?? Do you not remember the kiss? *shows pictures of blushing Logic snuggling Morality* You /have/ a chance. TAKE. IT. BEFORE. YOU. LOOSE. IT. -Darkness Anon who is upset that Morality would /think/ that.

*flinches a bit* Sorry!



sadly, this is the final part of my little christmas content spam. i know, i know, tragic. but, im really excited about this dress!! i made it forever ago in md and i finally managed to get it going in game. it may have a bit of a nip slip depending on the skin, but should be fine. i think the back of the dress is my favorite. something about it is really pretty ;-;

the mesh is 100% by me. the sparkle texture pictured is by RustyNail. it comes in three swatches: grey/white sparkle, black, and a dark green. 

recolor away!!!!! just read my tou first :) enjoy!!!!


please message me if you encounter any issues! thanks :)


Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: none, really. Some fluff, some dark Steve

Words: 2.4k

All credit goes to Marvel

Originally posted by luvinchris

Steve flipped the picture in his hands over and over, looking at the picture itself, then the date on the back of it. September 29th, 2016. The date seemed so long ago. He stared at the picture a little longer. He committed every small detail of it to memory; the way her hair flowed with the wind, her radiant smile, her eyes. Oh god, her eyes, he thought. He bit his lip, carefully folding the picture back into his wallet. How was he supposed to live on like this? Without her?

“Dad, I don’t know if this is a good idea. At least not yet.” You pleaded with your father. Nick Fury sat at the table across from you, elbows up on the table.

“You are the only option right now, Y/N. Everyone on the team is down and we need you.” Nick said affirmatively. You knew that tone of voice. That tone of voice meant you weren’t getting out of this. “All you have to do is make sure that James Buchanan Barnes is stable and true to the Avengers Initiative. We don’t need any more HYDRA in this world and he has some pretty strong ties to them.” You looked at your dad, Agent Phil Coulson of S.H.I.E.L.D.

“It’ll take two weeks tops. Maybe one depending on what you see. I promise you won’t be in there for longer than you have to.” He put his hand over yours reassuringly and you took a deep breath. Fury slid over the steel briefcase and you opened it, surveying the photostatic veil in front of you. “Wearing this at all times is necessary. The Avengers already know you as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. If they suspect that one of us is spying on one of them, the mission is compromised and there’s no telling what will happen. As we all know, Steve Rogers is a bit of a loose cannon when it comes to Bucky Barnes. We can’t risk him hurting you if he finds out what you’re up to.”

“Right, so who am I, again?” You asked. Your nerves were on fire with anxiety, whether it was good anxiety or bad anxiety, you weren’t sure. You squeezed your dad’s hand a little tighter.

“You’re Marie Laveau, Stark’s new assistant. He knows why you’re there, but he doesn’t know who you really are. He doesn’t trust Barnes either. He’ll show you everything and give you the inside briefing. You’re from San Antonio, moved here when you were nine years old to live with your aunt after your parents were killed in a deadly gambling ring. You won’t be there long, so you don’t need much more information, and if they ask, I trust you won’t blow your cover. Now come on, I’ll bring you to the tower. You can put your face on in the car.” Nick stood up, gesturing for you to follow. You and your dad stood up, too. You gave him a hug and grabbed the briefcase before following Fury.

“Tell May I bought more celery for her breakfast shakes!” You called. Your dad smiled and nodded as you sat down in the passenger seat of Nick’s car.

“You know, you didn’t have to cut and dye your hair.” He said, pulling out of the restaurant parking lot.

“Oh, I didn’t,” you pulled off your jet black wig, exposing your natural hair underneath it. “You’re not the only one who thought disguise.” You saw him crack a (rare) smile.

“So I guess spending the entirety of your life training you to be a spy didn’t go to waste, huh?”

“Well, I had some pretty good teachers.”

“You’re doing this at the right time,” Tony began. “Barnes is just starting to warm up to everyone, but he’s still slightly reserved. I feel like he’s keeping something from us, something from Steve. Oh, here’s Diana’s room. You’ll be staying here.” He gestured to the room you would be staying and you felt instantly relaxed by looking around.

“Thanks, Tony.” you said sincerely. You gave him a grateful smile and he nodded, putting your luggage on the queen-sized bed.

“No, thank you. I need to keep my team together. But I need to trust Barnes before I do that,” You nodded understandingly. “Dinner’s at five, so you have time to wash up or get situated or whatever you needed to do.” With that, he gave you a tight smile before leaving, shutting your door behind him. You pressed your hands against your mattress, welcoming the familiar softness of it, and you hung your head. It’s gonna be a long two weeks, you thought.

When you came down for dinner that night, you sat at the long bar table with a piece of pizza in front of you and a knife and fork in hand. “You’re the only person I know, besides Diana, that eats pizza like that.” Nat remarked. Steve’s head popped up to look at you and then your hands, still holding the silverware. He looked at you skeptically in a way that made your skin crawl.

“I don’t like getting pizza grease on my fingers.” You shrugged and crinkled your nose. Nat nodded and went back to eating her slice, but Steve’s eyes lingered on you for just a bit longer and you averted your gaze back to your pizza, busying yourself with cutting into it and taking a bite.

Bucky came over and plopped down next to Steve, grabbing himself a slice of buffalo chicken pizza and nearly shoving the entire thing in his mouth. Steve whispered something in Bucky’s ears and you saw Bucky glance at you in the corner of your eyes. You picked at your lip and felt your cheeks heat up, and you were thankful that the photo-static veil wouldn’t show it. Steve stood up, throwing his now-empty plate away before excusing himself. You watched as he stalked out of the room. Bucky came over and sat down by you.

“Don’t take it personal, you just remind him a lot about Diana. Everybody here’s still upset that she’s gone and they don’t like to talk about it, but I know a lot about her from her file and what Steve’s told me. Walk with me, I’ll tell you everything you need to know.” Bucky looked into your eyes and you could tell he was serious. You finished your piece and threw your plate away, instantly going to follow the brunet who was already halfway out the door.

“Diana was great. She was sweet, but wouldn’t hesitate to bring one of us to the floor if she didn’t like what someone was doing. She was incredibly intelligent, easily beating out Clint and Natasha in almost any subject. She was a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, but they called her an ‘Honorary Avenger’ because she went on a lot of missions with them. That’s how her and Steve got close and how they started dating. They were never public about their relationship though, they thought people would use them against each other, making them vulnerable. They loved each other too much that they’d pick each other’s lives to save over their own.”

“Sounds dangerous, to say the least. What happened to her?” You kicked at a rock as you and Bucky walked back to the tower, now with two cups of hot chocolate.

“She was presumed dead after an Extremis blew up in a bar. She was trying to save this kid, Harley, I think. He was real special to Tony, but Tony was down for the count when Harley ran into the bar, trying to save some file. Tony begged and yelled after Harley not to go in, but it was too late. The building burst into flames and Diana ran in, diving under beams and structures that had fallen over. She pushed Harley out, but one of the rafters fell on top of her, and they couldn’t get to her in time. They never found her, all the bodies were too charred to be recognizable. Not even dental records could help.”

“Steve hasn’t been the same since?”

“No, but can you blame him? Captain America losing the love of his life? He was almost mad when Pepper was the one to kill Aldrich Killian, the guy who created it. Steve wanted to do it himself.” You guys stopped walking when you reached the steps to the common room. “I guess I credit her with being why I joined the Avengers. The punk’s lost so much in life that he needs someone who understands. I just want him to be happy, that’s what we all want. So it makes more sense for me to be on his side instead of an enemy, doing the right thing for once instead of being some brainwashed psychopath killer.”

You threw your empty hot chocolate cup into the trashcan and shoved your hands in your pockets. “I appreciate you telling me all of this now so I don’t make an ignorant remark later. I don’t want to upset him.” You said. Bucky nodded, pressing his lips together. He opened the door for you and you stepped inside. Your eyes instantly landed on Steve, sitting on the couch and reading the newspaper.

He glanced up at you before focusing back on his paper. You frowned a little at how distant he was with you, but you couldn’t blame him. He probably felt bothered that you were staying in Diana’s old room. You shrugged it off and went to your new room anyways. You had to text your dad and Fury, and then take a hot shower to make up for the cold night air.

Me: Had some one-on-one time with Barnes. His intentions look good, but I’ll stay the full week to be sure.

Dad: Remember your cover, stay safe.

Fury: Dig up any dirt you can. I want a thorough report of him.

You turned your phone’s screen off and placed it on the counter of the bathroom, making sure to lock the door before pulling your wig off as well and stepping into the hot, inviting water of your shower.

“Hey, Steve, Tony wants to know when you’re ready to try out the new suit.” You popped your head through his door. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, staring intently at a picture. He coughed and folded it back into his pocket before nodding and standing up to follow you to the lab. When he reached the door where you were standing, he did a once-over of you. Not in a ‘checking you out’ sort of way, but another skeptical glance. You froze momentarily, fearing that Steve was way too smart and could probably see right past your cover.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

“Okay, Laveau, I want you to take a shot at Steve. Anywhere you want. Preferably not in the nether regions. Or the chest. The legs and stomach are fair game though.” Tony said. He tossed you a gun and you caught the trigger on your ring finger. They braced for the bullet that they assumed would be shot, but it never came. Instead, the gun balanced delicately off your finger.

“What?” You asked. Tony and Steve stood up from their crouched positions and stared at you in shock.

“Uh, nothing. Diana just used to do that a lot, kinda her thing, I guess.” Tony said. You frowned.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Must’ve just been a lucky catch.” You shrugged the comment off. “Steve, are you ready?” He nodded, and braced his body. Tony had been working on the new 100% vibranium suit for weeks now, he told you, and he was excited to test it out. Steve, however, was a bit nervous to be shot at for experimental purposes.

You fired off one shot, one at his thigh. Then you fired another at his stomach. One at his shoulder, and one at his arm. Tony watched as the bullets bounced off Steve’s uniform. Steve’s face was contorted in pain, but nothing went past his armor. When he opened his eyes and stared down at himself, he grinned at his bullet-less body and looked at Tony, who was beaming. You used this moment to excuse yourself. “Well, if that’s all you need, sir, Bucky asked me to dinner and I should get going.” Tony waved you off, too excited by his success to pay much attention. You slipped out of the room.

You walked back into your bedroom after dinner with Bucky, whom you had a surprisingly good time with. You had decided that further investigation to him wasn’t needed. In fact, he spent nearly the entire time raving over the Avengers and his missions with them. He told you about growing up with Steve and how happy he was when he was pulled out of cryostasis and found out Steve Rogers was still alive. He was even happier when he found out that Steve was still around his age, non-biologically. You dropped your keys onto the table by your door and looked into the little mirror above it, taking out your earrings. You jumped out of your shoes when you heard Steve’s voice. “Diana Locke was a great spy, amazing even. She was an expert marksman. But she also had her ticks. She picked at her lip when she was nervous. She ate her pizza with a knife and fork,” you froze, still turned away from him. “In fact, she’s even your exact height.”

“Steve, I’m sorry. Bucky told me about Diana, but she’s dead, and I-“, he cut you off.

“Oh, yeah. Diana’s dead. Diana was a cover though. Everybody believes that she died in that Extremis fire, but only I know that she used that fire and belief that she was dead to run off and find a new alias, a new cover, because she had blown hers while saving Harley.” He stalked up behind you, but you still didn’t move aside from letting him shove a picture into your hand. You brought it up in front of you and studied it. It was a photo of him and Diana. They smiled brightly at the camera with Diana lifted high onto his shoulders. She held up an American flag as her hair blew in the wind behind her. “I was the only one lucky enough to know her real name. Her true self. I know her better than herself sometimes. I’m the only one who can keep up with her.” You turned to face him and he hovered his hand over your photo-static veil, pulling it off of your face. You helped him by reaching behind you and sliding off the wig, letting your natural hair fall back onto your shoulders, framing your face. He stared at you, a smile taking over his features.

“So, what was her name, Steve?” You breathed out.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N.”

someone: jikook

me, an intellectual: a beautiful relationship about companionship, praising, back hugs, sweet glances and cute smiles, a little bit of jealousy, massages, protecting each other, dancing together on dark dancing rooms, going out together for shopping, recognizing the other’s hands, pictures and videos of each other sleeping, harmony while singing, knowing what the other dislikes, remembering the slightest thing about the other, sharing clothes, matching shoes and jackets, babying each other, petnames and last but not least LOVE


Polaroids from Bafta Scotland 2016, red carpet. 

Too many people were at the red carpet, didn’t have the chance to take more polaroids other stars, only have Caitriona, James, and Peter. They were really nice to say yes, and stood a bit further for me to take the pictures. 

I love Peter’s expression! That’s the fun of Polaroid, when I took it, it was too dark to actually see what face he pulled. But after a few minutes, when the picture came out, it was such a great surprise! And he asked my name, so nice of him. 

Cait was busy signing but when I asked if I could take a Polaroid of her, she said ‘sure, I love Polaroid!’, and she stood back at the perfect distance for it. Although……I was too nervous and excited and my hand was very shakey when I pressed the shutter. So glad it turned out beautiful! 

James and Peter didn’t see the result of the picture, they signed when the picture was still blue. But Cait saw it, as I waited till the end for her to sign. I love how she took the picture, tilted it and signed that way, lol. 

(Please don’t repost the pictures elsewhere, as if I want to, I would post myself. I saw pictures I posted on Twitter from the night posted here, without my permission, I can’t say I’m happy about that, even though I don’t make a fuss about it. Thanks for understanding.) 


“It was an unjust mirror, this mirror of his soul that he was looking at. Vanity? Curiosity? Hypocrisy? Had there been nothing more in his renunciation than that? There had been something more. At least he thought so. But who could tell?

And this murder,—was it to dog him all his life? Was he never to get rid of the past? Was he really to confess? No. There was only one bit of evidence left against him. The picture itself,—that was evidence.

He would destroy it. Why had he kept it so long? It had given him pleasure once to watch it changing and growing old. Of late he had felt no such pleasure. It had kept him awake at night. When he had been away, he had been filled with terror lest other eyes should look upon it. It had brought melancholy across his passions. Its mere memory had marred many moments of joy. It had been like conscience to him. Yes, it had been conscience. He would destroy it.”

The Picture of Dorian Gray ~ Oscar Wilde

Images: Penny Dreadful S03E09 ‘The blessed dark’

A bit of a pensive Mac picture- This one’s for @thebanquosghost ♥ They do a lot of amazing MacCready screencaps and art, so you should be watching their blog if you’re a fan of the tiny merc! Also I keep getting all the Gunner MacCready feels so this is a shot in the dark at that as well :) enjoy~

Ok. So basically by this point everyone knows about and about the messages hidden in the picture, many people have been thinking this is for a tour but I’m a rebel and I have come up with a better theory….(drum roll please) DARKIPLIER!!! Ok now let me explain. The first code hidden in the picture is “1 OF 25” now this can mean many things but we all know Mark has MANY alter egos probably about 25 and maybe one of them has come out to play. 1 of 25, how about the first of 25? That would be Dark if my memory serves me correctly. Here are some of the hints that lead Dark coming out to play on Feb 14 at 12:00 California time. First off like I said he is the first of possibly 25, now this one is a little bit of a stretch but mark behind those bars… what if that represents Dark trapped in Marks mind which kind of brings me to the fact that in the photo Marks face is half in the light and half not, that could represent his light and dark side. I also noticed that as the time counts further down the screen gets worse and more glitched, Dark getting stronger. Anyway that’s all I have so far I’ll update when I find out more!! @markiplier

Milky Way and Mars - Tenerife

Even with that light pollution you can take cool pictures of the Milky Way in Tenerife. This image has been tracked for 120 secs which is why the trees a little bit blurred. But we have the galactic core, Saturn, Mars and Antares all in the same shot


So here’s a bit of my artwork. The first 6 is from 2013-2014. The last 4 are all from 2016. I have pictures of stuff I’ve done all through school. And I have some more from 2016. Some of them aren’t done yet. Others are rather dark in theme. But here’s a taste of what I do

$1 story - T is for tattoos

For @not-so-anonymous-psycho :)


Jian Yi sat in the small room, alone, for ten minutes or so.

It smelled like a hospital.

The walls were covered in odd, beautiful, art.

He stood, walking around the room, inspecting the framed pictures.

He stooped down to look at one closer to the ground.

‘Do you like that?’

He nearly jumped out of his skin.

He hadn’t heard him come in.

‘Yeah, it’s beautiful. Is it…’

He trailed off as he turned around.

Oh, for fuck’s sake. He was gorgeous.

His eyes were gray, his hair was short and dark.

Every visible inch of his skin was covered in beautiful tattoos.

‘Is it what?’

He realized he’d been staring at him in silence for a bit too long.

‘Oh…sorry’ Jian Yi stammered.

‘Is it something you’ve tattooed on someone?’

The man gave him an odd look.

‘No, I drew it a few years ago and no one’s ever liked it much.’

‘Why not? It’s gorgeous.’

He smiled.

‘Thank you. Now where do you want this?’

They both looked at the stingily he held.

It seemed silly now.


Before he could stop himself…

‘Can you do this instead?’

There was a moment of confused silence.

‘You want me to tattoo that on you?’


‘Is this your first time? Getting a tattoo, I mean.’


‘You DO know they’re permanent, right?’

‘That’s what they say.’

‘And you want that permanently tattooed on your body?’


‘What about this?’

Jian Yi shrugged.

Even when he was trying to suppress and smile, the man was absolutely, frustratingly, gorgeous.

‘It’s going to take a bit to draw up and several hours to tattoo. And it’s going to hurt like hell.’


The man studied his face for a moment before turning away.

He opened the door and called out to the girl at the front desk.

Her heels clacked on the tile floor as she walked down the hall.

‘What’s up?’

‘How many appointments do I have today?’


‘Anything difficult?’

‘Nope. All flash.’

‘Anyone have time for them?’

‘I knew you’d like that one.’

‘Shut up. Can you give them out or not? The new kid can take one or two is someone watches him.’

‘How long are you going to take? Jeez.’

‘The rest of the afternoon.’

‘On that tiny thing?’

‘Something different. Something bigger.’

‘You let him change his mind? So you’re making another stencil. Of something bigger. Last minute. You really do like him!’

‘You do know I can fire you, right?’

He laugh followed her down the hall as she clicked away.

He rolled his eyes as he closed the door

‘This is going to take awhile. You can leave and come back if you want.’

‘Is it alright if I stick around? I took the bus here. I can’t just hang out in the waiting room or something.’

‘You’re welcome to stay in here. Out there you’re just going to hear everything that goes through her head. Mostly her many attempts to get me laid.’

‘She’s trying to get you laid?’

‘Oh yeah.’


‘She was into me when she first got here, but I turned her down. So now she thinks I’m gay.’

‘And…you’re not?’

‘Oh, I am. I just refuse to give her the satisfaction.’

‘You’re passive aggressively pretending to be straight.’

‘I guess I am.’

They both laughed.

‘I’m going to get started on this. Do you mind if I play some music?’

‘Please do.’

He took the picture off the wall, plugged his phone in to the speakers, and turned it up before sitting down at his desk.

A few minutes later, Jian Yi was looking at his phone while the man drew.

It was 4:37.

He was supposed to meeting friends at six.

He sent a text.

‘I’m not going to make it by six. I’ll call you when I’m done here.’

‘That tattoo was the size of a quarter. How long could it take?’

‘I’m getting something different.’

‘Send me a picture.’

‘Of the tattoo?’

‘Of the artist.’




‘I know where you are.’

From where he sat he saw the man in profile.

He sighed heavily and snapped a picture.

He flinched at the sound of the shutter.

He could have SWORN he’d silenced his phone.

God damn it.

‘Did you just take a picture of me?’

He didn’t look up from the drawing.


He had absolutely nothing to say in his own defense.



He scowled at the phone, sending her the picture.


He struggled with some kind of excuse or another for being a fucking weirdo.

Being an idiot, he’d learned nothing from his mistake, so when his phone chimed loudly he wasn’t entirely surprised.

‘And sent it to someone?’


He admitted


He still hadn’t looked up.

‘She asked why I was going to be late and-’

‘Your girlfriend?’


‘You sent the picture to your girlfriend?’

‘No! Oh God, no. She’s just a friend.’

‘What’s her name?’


He pulled a new paper from his drawer, scribbling on it for a minute or so.


He held the paper up.

Jian Yi laughed, surprised and snapped a picture.

He’d drawn a large dick.

The kind people draw on bathroom stalls.

With ‘Hello, Lin.’ In elegant calligraphy below it.

Barely a minute later His phone went off again.

‘What did she say?’

‘She just sent me a bunch of the red 100 emojis.’


They spent the next fifteen minutes in silence.

The man turned to look at him.

‘Come over here please.’

He complied.

‘Where do you want this?’

He hadn’t thought about it.

At all.

‘Oh, um…’

‘Take your shirt off.’

Fighting the impulse to ask why, he pulled it over his head.

He was painfully away of his every flaw as the artist studied his body.

He stepped forward.

‘I’m going on touch you, ok?’

He remained in his chair.

Jian Yi nodded, willing himself to breathe when the man , looked up at him as he pulled his boxers down his left hip.

He held the thin paper over the skin he’d exposed.

He stood, pulling some black latex gloves on and grabbing a few things.

‘How do you feel about this spot?’

He placed two fingers on Jian Yi’s right hipbone.

He nodded.

‘You sure?’

‘I trust your judgement.’

‘Good call. I have to shave this area, so stand still.’

‘I can do that part if you want me to…’

‘Not as well as I can.’

He sank to his knees, pulling Jian Yi’s boxers farther down.

Oh, hell.

He applied shaving cream, quickly and efficiently ridding the area of hair.


He wiped the area clean with a paper towel.

‘This part is weird the first time, so just stay still.’

He applied a coat of, what appeared to be, petroleum jelly to the newly shaved area and slowly pressed the stencil to his skin.

‘This is going to be cold.’

He sprayed a purple tinted liquid onto a paper towel and slowly rubbed it over the stencil.

He peeled the paper back.

‘Go look in the mirror. Don’t touch it.’

He examined his reflection. That really was a great place for it.

‘I like it.’

‘Great, come over here and lie down.’

He settled back on the padded table.

He tried to remain calm as the man gathered his supplies and situated himself in front of Jian Yi.

‘I’m going to have to rest my arm on your lap, is that ok?’

‘That’s fine.’

He positioned his arm.

Do not get an erection.

Do NOT get an erection.

He turned his head to look at the wall.

‘Are you nervous?’

‘Something like that.’

He jumped when the machine buzzed a few times.

‘Just testing it. Ready?’


‘Take a deep breath. Breathe out.’

As he exhaled, the man brought the needles down on his skin.

What the FUCK!

Why do people do this?!

He clenched his fists.

‘You ok?’

‘Uh huh.’

He didn’t know how much time passed before he began to get used to the sensation.

He was hyper aware of the artist’s arm over his lap, his hand on his hip, his hot breath that ghosted over his stomach.

He was humiliated as he grew hard.

The man froze.

‘Fuck, I’m sorry.’ He groaned.

‘It’s ok. Happens all the time.’


‘Nope, never.’


‘I’m sorry.’

‘I am so into it.’


‘This is the reaction I get from tattooing you?’


‘Don’t apologize. I assure you I’m enjoying this much more than you are.’

‘Ok. Be still. I can’t work under these conditions.’

Three hours later he looked at the swollen, numb, beautiful, tattoo in the mirror.

Four hours later they met up with his friends.

Six hours later the man helped him wash his tattoo.

That’s the worst part, scrubbing away the layers of plasma that has built up underneath the plastic wrap.

Six and a half hours later they fucked in his shower.

Seven hours later the man applied ointment to the tattoo, wrapped it again, supplied Jian Yi with some pain killers, and rubbed his sore back until he fell asleep.

Fifteen hours later the dark haired man went home.

For the last time.

Four years later he got his forty sixth tattoo.

Right above his heart.

‘He Tian.’



Uncharted 4- Kids’ room designs 

I was tasked with designing both Nate’s orphanage and Cassie’s bedroom for Uncharted 4. These levels bookend the game, and showcase two very different childhoods.

I worked with Neil to establish the mood in these two pieces with lighting and set dressing. Where Nate’s room is stark and empty, mostly dark with cool lighting, Cassie’s was to be lit with soft, warm light. Her room is full of stuff. her walls are covered in posters, pictures and evidence that she’s lived a pretty awesome childhood so far. She’s messy and a bit careless with her things, as many kids with lots of stuff tend to be. Nate’s a character who we know to be vibrant, adventurous and creative. We wanted to really drive home how his room didn’t really reflect any of those aspects of his character.

I thought about my own upbringing a lot while working on these rooms. My dad was raised in a tiny village in Greece where he had little to nothing in the way of toys clothes or books. When he moved to Canada and they had me, he worked hard to make sure I had everything he didn’t. I imagined this same sort of relationship between Nate and Cassie. I imagine that when he gave all of the treasure hunting stuff up he did it to make sure Cassie had a better childhood than he ever could. 

Describe 'your' Erik

For example, I’m a sap and am pretty nice to my Erik so I tend to picture him with dark wavy hair and a bit on the younger side. He’s also not ridiculously tall, but average. His face is still all kinds of fucked up, and I either picture him with one brown eye and one yellow or two ugly yellow eyes. Also pretty thin, like overly thin.

(And now thanks to an anon in my inbox I picture him with a firm delicate butt)

Describe your Erik, I want to see how everyone’s differs~