Hey, guys, Voltron Season 4 is technically ¼ of a season split as ‘a single season’ by execs. The producers and showrunners have no say in this whatsoever. So if it’s underwhelming or the pacing doesn’t sit well, then consider the following:
Season 1: 13 episodes (including pilot)
Season 2: 13
Season 3: 7
Season 4: 6
This is opinion and experience-based, but I also say ¼ because typical cartoon seasons are USUALLY boarded out in around groups of 24-ish. So, traditionally, we’re looking at the middle of the second season. You guys are asking for way too much considering the allotted time.
Not to mention, they have a 78-episode commitment from Netflix, which is subject to change as long as you heathens don’t murder the fandom. So we’re only at 50% of the first commitment from Netflix.
I would also like to add that every minute in animation costs thousands of dollars and there’s only so much room for your relationship preoccupations. Voltron was never created to be your romantic drama or romcom, so respect a show that’s been in development as what it is for years before it dropped onto your lap. This is a children’s adventure show above all else, and I understand your desire for representation. Man, I do, but this goes back to the execs.
Lauren and JDS stated at NYCC they are advocating, but the pressure of millions of dollars and people behind big desks really hinders them. These higher ups are thinking about making money and giving capitalism a handjob, not the greater good, and old dudes in this business are entirely out of touch with fandom. Dreamworks is borderline as bad as DC. I mean, have you seen Voltron’s official merch?
I just want you guys to keep all of this in mind when you’re attacking Lauren and JDS and the other writers or funneling your anger at “bad writing.” You’re not being forgotten by the heart of the show. This is just the real red tape people in this industry fight, and I’ll be frank, not everyone can pull off a Rebecca Sugar.
Dreamworks is in no way shape or form Cartoon Network, and while we do have Netflix carrying the show? It’s not that simple because animation is such a different ballgame.
I want you guys to respect these people. I don’t believe anyone is above critique, but if you genuinely do not like where the show is going, then find something that makes you happy. Stop wasting your rage on something so many of you can’t seem to find a positive in because it’s not validating relationships never promised to or baited to you in the first place.
Aries: racing thoughts, increased agitation to normal events. they can get the red eyes and they find it hard to sleep even with extreme tiredness and exhaustion. there can be headaches, migraines, or clumsiness and they can see their short comings in crystal clear black and white
Taurus: heaviness and the feeling of carry extra body weight. appetite changes and an increased reliance on personal pleasure to the extent it becomes routine but there isn’t real satisfaction in anything. the voice is shaky, caffeine intake can increase
Gemini: quietened into silence by the consistent loud banging of thoughts. less focused and animated during conversation and socialisation, they can become more argumentative and defensive. quickly diverts the subject off themselves. if they smoke it increases. it may be hard to maintain dietary intake, they can become easily panicked and impossible to follow
Cancer: reacts overtly and excessively to emotional provocation. everybody in the house knows they are ‘in a mood’. the appetite can change, increase in sugar cravings, its easy to gain weight, regressive patterns can re-emerge
Leo: physical symptoms of exhaustion including heart palpitations, hot flashes, and sore muscles in the chest and lower back. stress can increase energy to untameable levels so they can become more frantic, more sacrificial, more of a people pleaser, more in need of recognition
Virgo: a person running around in a frantic pace doing 20 different things at the same time, feeling unrealistic time constraints, looking ultra productive and constructive but is running around in directionless circles. the rituals can get out of hand, digestive discomfort, appetite changes
Libra: they can care too much about the image people have of them to expose their concerns and worries. they can wait for close friends to pick up on this by some form of telepathy and feel disheartened and betrayed when they don’t. they can get a nervous or sensitive bladder and feel like everybody is personally agitated or ignoring them
Scorpio: Becomes self-reclusive and shuts off from everybody. They can become very hostile or reactive to attempted intrusions into their inner space and get ‘those eyes’ everyone close to them knows well. Sexual desire can fluctuate
Sagittarius: The pace of everything increases to uncontrollable rapid speed in the mind and body there can be unusual headaches, nerves, the feeling of breathing stale air, back pain, and restless legs. They can feel happy, but they overthink, doubt, and wonder how long it will last.
Capricorn: Can become itchy and suffer jaw tension. Everything needs to remain the same and completely normal so they keep everything inside so that nobody changes their behaviour around them. they self seclude and spend a lot of time thinking, cataloguing stressors and working through them one at a time, purposefully and painfully on their own
Aquarius: the will to make a difference flatlines, there is little inspiration and a lot of frustration in a world they can’t seem to fit into. their thoughts become very sharp and cut them deeply, they can detach from everyone and everything
Pisces: They can become their own worst enemy, worries can inflate into disproportioned fears and they can actively live these out, like if they have an early alarm and frantically try to get sleep and agonise about tomorrow’s tiredness and keep themselves awake all night by playing out imaginative scenarios until the morning
There are definitely many things worth criticizing in Steven Universe, but it’s weird because one of the biggest criticisms I see is something I personally love about the show?
It’s a lot of criticisms that basically boil down to “pacing”.
Like “They keep setting up this big mysteries and then not paying off on them!” or “A big thing happens and then we get right back into filler episodes!” and like
Yeah? Exactly. IDK what to tell you.
Rebecca Sugar is like reverse Steven Moffat, I almost feel like. She sets things up without you even knowing anything is being set up, so it doesn’t build tension, but then when you get the payoff it’s satisfying and obvious. Or, alternatively, she introduces a big plot element, and it’s like “Are we ever going to address this?” and then, eventually, when it naturally comes up, we finally do.
We saw Connie’s glow bracelet in episode 1, and didn’t even know it was foreshadowing until we me Connie 8 episodes later. We didn’t learn Garnet was a fusion until 50 episodes in.
We met Lion in episode 10, and there were SO MANY QUESTIONS. What is he? Where do his powers come from? What is his connection to Rose? And we never directly got answers to those questions - instead they were indirectly answered in a “filler” episode about a historical Beach City in episode 106 that really only raised more questions than it answered, followed by the most recent episode, 132, which was about Lars and Homeworld and also, you know, incidentally answered the entire Lion mystery.
Over three years after it was introduced we finally learned what Lion’s deal is, and it wasn’t even in a Lion-centric story. But you know what? It was still satisfying. At least, I thought so.
I don’t get the feeling that that explanation was made up. Watching it, I get the feeling Rebecca Sugar knew three years ago what was up with Lion. She just wasn’t going to incorporate it until it became immediately relevant.
It’s slow, honest, sprawling worldbuilding that I can really fucking get behind. The writers know what this world is and who these characters are, they just aren’t going to force exposition or explanations where they wouldn’t naturally occur if they can avoid it.
IDK, the whole “we just introduced this big new thing, but now the characters are just dinking around? Living their lives? Why???” thing is, to me, at least a solid half of the draw. I like the show is approachable, that the tension is present but not overbearing.
It feels like life. Big, life-changing, worldview shifting things happen. And at the same time that it changes everything, it doesn’t actually change very much at all.
A good friend dies suddenly, you still have to make yourself lunch. Your parents are getting a divorce, you still hang out with your friends and maybe even act like everything is normal. And maybe even forget while you’re hanging out with your friends what is going on at home. You get arrested, get out on bail, know you have a huge case coming up that could determine your whole future, you still play video games for a couple hours the next night, you still go to work the next day. You’re working with your lawyers and everyone to put together your case, of course, but normal life doesn’t stop. It rarely ever does.
IDK, I see these criticisms like “They introduces Bismuth and then just benched her!” or “They introduced the cluster and then it didn’t actually do anything” and it’s like, yet. I have no reason not to trust that those things won’t be coming back around. Everything else in this show has, in time, come back around so far. From seemingly insignificant side characters, to weird locations, to random trivia.
There’s an old saying, “things change slowly, until they change all at once”, and it has, in my life, generally proven to be true. And it seems to be the Steven Universe approach to story pacing. And I, personally, really really like it. And it’s cool if you don’t. But I don’t think I’d like the show as much if it weren’t so chill. It’s a show that drips along in tiny, soothing, sentimental increments.
It’s fine if that’s an aspect of the show you don’t like. I have preferences and there are things I don’t like even though they’re arguably good. But I keep seeing people propose it as an aspect of the show that is bad writing. And, I just can’t wrap my head around that? It’s perfectly fine writing. It’s even, often, great writing. I prefer a slow and quiet accruement to a plot-heavy infodump any fucking day. Not that there isn’t often call for the latter, depending on the story you want to tell and how you want to tell it. But I prefer the former.
So far I haven’t been given any indication there isn’t a planned followthrough for all the many, many threads Steven Universe has laid. They’ve successfully followed through enough times before, often on things we weren’t even aware we should be looking out for, that I imagine they’ll keep doing so. The only reason I ever see the show failing to do so, and having a rushed and unsatisfying end, is time. If they get prematurely cancelled, or prematurely decide to end things out of personal desire to work other projects, then yeah, SU could end badly. Lots of stuff could end up unexplained or given a quick unsatisfying end. But there’s no evidence of that yet, so right now I’m going to take the pacing choices as just that. Choices. Good ones, that I like. Even if they aren’t to everyone’s taste.
Our Voyager 1 spacecraft officially became the first human-made object to venture into interstellar space in 2012.
Whether and when our Voyager 1 spacecraft broke through to interstellar space, the space between stars, has been a thorny issue.
In 2012, claims surfaced every few months that Voyager 1 had “left our solar system.” Why had the Voyager team held off from saying the craft reached interstellar space until 2013?
Basically, the team needed more data on plasma, which is an ionozied gas that exists throughout space. (The glob of neon in a storefront sign is an example of plasma).
Plasma is the most important marker that distinguishes whether Voyager 1 is inside the solar bubble, known as the heliosphere. The heliosphere is defined by the constant stream of plasma that flows outward from our Sun – until it meets the boundary of interstellar space, which contains plasma from other sources.
Adding to the challenge: they didn’t know how they’d be able to detect it.
No one has been to interstellar space before, so it’s like traveling with guidebooks that are incomplete.
Additionally, Voyager 1’s plasma instrument, which measures the density, temperature and speed of plasma, stopped working in 1980, right after its last planetary flyby.
When Voyager 1 detected the pressure of interstellar space on our heliosphere in 2004, the science team didn’t have the instrument that would provide the most direct measurements of plasma.
Voyager 1 Trajectory
Instead, they focused on the direction of the magnetic field as a proxy for source of the plasma. Since solar plasma carries the magnetic field lines emanating from the Sun and interstellar plasma carries interstellar magnetic field lines, the directions of the solar and interstellar magnetic fields were expected to differ.
Voyager 2 Trajectory
In May 2012, the number of galactic cosmic rays made its first significant jump, while some of the inside particles made their first significant dip. The pace of change quickened dramatically on July 28, 2012. After five days, the intensities returned to what they had been. This was the first taste test of a new region, and at the time Voyager scientists thought the spacecraft might have briefly touched the edge of interstellar space.
By Aug. 25, when, as we now know, Voyager 1 entered this new region for good, all the lower-energy particles from inside zipped away. Some inside particles dropped by more than a factor of 1,000 compared to 2004. However, subsequent analysis of the magnetic field data revealed that even though the magnetic field strength jumped by 60% at the boundary, the direction changed less than 2 degrees. This suggested that Voyager 1 had not left the solar magnetic field and had only entered a new region, still inside our solar bubble, that had been depleted of inside particles.
Then, in April 2013, scientists got another piece of the puzzle by chance. For the first eight years of exploring the heliosheath, which is the outer layer of the heliosphere, Voyager’s plasma wave instrument had heard nothing. But the plasma wave science team had observed bursts of radio waves in 1983 and 1984 and again in 1992 and 1993. They determined these bursts were produced by the interstellar plasma when a large outburst of solar material would plow into it and cause it to oscillate.
It took about 400 days for such solar outbursts to reach interstellar space, leading to an estimated distance of 117 to 177 AU (117 to 177 times the distance from the Sun to the Earth) to the heliopause.
Then on April 9, 2013, it happened: Voyager 1’s plasma wave instrument picked up local plasma oscillations. Scientists think they probably stemmed from a burst of solar activity from a year before. The oscillations increased in pitch through May 22 and indicated that Voyager was moving into an increasingly dense region of plasma.
The above soundtrack reproduces the amplitude and frequency of the plasma waves as “heard” by Voyager 1. The waves detected by the instrument antennas can be simply amplified and played through a speaker. These frequencies are within the range heard by human ears.
When they extrapolated back, they deduced that Voyager had first encountered this dense interstellar plasma in Aug. 2012, consistent with the sharp boundaries in the charged particle and magnetic field data on Aug. 25.
In the end, there was general agreement that Voyager 1 was indeed outside in interstellar space, but that location comes with some disclaimers. They determined the spacecraft is in a mixed transitional region of interstellar space. We don’t know when it will reach interstellar space free from the influence of our solar bubble.
Voyager 1, which is working with a finite power supply, has enough electrical power to keep operating the fields and particles science instruments through at least 2020, which will make 43 years of continual operation.
Voyager 1 will continue sending engineering data for a few more years after the last science instrument is turned off, but after that it will be sailing on as a silent ambassador.
In about 40,000 years, it will be closer to the star AC +79 3888 than our own Sun.
And for the rest of time, Voyager 1 will continue orbiting around the heart of the Milky Way galaxy, with our Sun but a tiny point of light among many.
Epoch (m) a period of time in history or a person’s life,
typically one marked by notable events or particular characteristics.
Genre/Warnings: smut, language and angst
Pairing: Reader x Jungkook
Summary: When Namjoon breaks up with you, you’re left wondering what to do.
Realizing you’ve been unhappy with your life, you go off to Hawaii. In Hawaii,
you meet a cute desk clerk named Jungkook who saves your ass. (Based off of
Forgetting Sarah Marshall)
You were waiting for your boyfriend, Namjoon, to come over. He had just
gotten back from New York, where he had a few concerts. You worked with him,
you were a lyric writer and producer. He had called you last night, saying,
that he would be getting in early and wanted to see you.
This whole thing happened before with other members so let me say what I think: (these are simply my thoughts)
Taehyung is presently leaving that concept image he was given since debut. He is no more obliged to act like a 4D character all the time on camera. Sure it’s still a part of him but maybe he wants to show us a different side of him?
Ok, let me explain in case you still don’t get my words. This change happened before. Can you imagine Jin now being a quite Hyung who tries to be cool all the time? Well, that was the concept BigHit gave him. Jimin changed too, he used to be more silly but now he is the Jimin we know. Wasn’t Jungkook the shiest human ever who cried everytime they asked him to sing but now he can even act cute on the go? They all grew since debut and they will continue to do so. We are humans, we change with time but the pace varies as we all have different circumstances and natures. Taehyung said he wanted to be a cool and manly guy. He wants that kind of image. Wouldn’t that explain him desiring to copy his Hwarang hyungs (actors)? Or him giving no reaction to zombies when normally he will try to be funny? Or him deciding not to cry at their first dome in Japan when Jimin and Jungkook were sobbing? Or him showing us that he is not as dumb as many labels him but he likes arts for example and is a great photographer? We are all striving to be what we believe is a better version of ourselves. V was always like that. He constantly tried to improve himself. For instance, after being mocked at high school for his poor fashion sense and cheap clothes, look at him now wearing the latest trends and designer clothes, being named by VOGUE as the best dressed in the middle of loads of global celebrities at BBMA and becoming the most fashion-forward person in his group. Aren’t you proud hearing that because I am.
One more thing. Just because people who you are used seeing laughing all the time are not, doesn’t mean they are unhappy. I am the type who is very cheerful and most of the times grinning. I literally smile automatically as soon as I lock eyes with someone, but there are times I am quiet and chill, so people come to me and ask “why are you sad? Or are you mad about something?” when I am not! It’s just another side of me that people do not see quite often. And seriously, who is happy 24/7? Even if he was sad, do you think BTS were always happy? He even told all of us in Bon Voyage 2 how he cried in bathrooms with Jimin then surely had to smile in front of cameras so that the fans will not worry. Kim Taehyung is a pro of expressions managing if he was truly sad and wanted us all to believe he is not he would have smiled, he is an actor too. It would have been easier than you think.
Lastly, do you think the members will not look sad too if V was depressed at the moment? They are the type to tear up and sob just by seeing another one of them cry. Do you think Jimin will look at Taetae, smile and laugh if he knew he was sad? Do you think Jungkook will suggest they dance Go Go wearing those costumes the night before they do it if V just witnessed a friend passing away? BTS are very considerate toward each other to do any of that + if there is something for real and he thinks ARMYs should know he will share it with us. BTS always shared their ups but also lows with us.
Power is a fantastic music video. It provides us with just enough information (that EXO does in fact work on a multiverse/multiplanet level and LMR is in fact linked to the storyline) while not bogging it down with too much and just having fun. It kind of pokes fun at the serious tone of previous EXO MVs, mocking the narration in MAMA. It also teases at Monster by dropping us in the middle of a fight with our brave, dashing heroes and then almost immediately establishing that they basically have no clue what they’re doing. You start to really feel a connection to the cocky brave face immediately followed by getting scared by their own shadows. It’s also nice to see Chen take a front seat in a plot for once as well. Then the ending shots of them receiving their powers and the side scrolling shot of them using them is honestly badass and you have to cheer because the bumbling cuties have now become superheroes.
EXO songs and concepts are generally pretty heavy and taken seriously. Think about the difference between the Korean and Japanese Love Me Right MVs. Fans like to analyze the concepts and appreciate a certain level of intensity, especially now that we’re starting to connect them more and more. Power takes a more lighthearted approach while still keeping the storyline in place, and the concept really adds to the song itself. It was a really good choice to go with a fun, comic-book style MV for such an upbeat and almost hectic song. It’s a good music video that is well executed and a change of pace for EXO that is very well timed and welcome.
Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x American!Reader Summary: You’re a member of the Cupler Ring and you’re working with Galahad on a mutual assignment. Overbooked hotels lead to everyone’s favorite scenario: bed sharing. Genre: Smut, apparently. Fluff, too. Still not sure how the smut happened, though… Warnings: It’s smut, what do you expect? Things get a little rough (hair pulling, light spanking, etc.), but nothing major. Word count: 3,910
A/N: Tumblr flipped and screwed the original post up, so let’s try this again…
“Put on some socks, dammit,” your partner, Eggsy, grunted as he ran a hotel towel over his wet hair. “I don’t wanna deal with your ice feet tonight.”
You chuckled to yourself, shaking your head and looking back down at the tablet resting in your lap. You and Eggsy – or Galahad, as the Kingsmen called him – teamed on this assignment a few weeks back when your paths crossed and you realized you were working the same case. While your team – the “petticoated patriots,” as the larger organization playfully called you – was weary of working with “the red coats,” you happily accepted the help. A fresh set of eyes wouldn’t hurt, and neither would establishing connections and a working relationship with your buddies across the pond.
Additionally, Eggsy was a cute, funny guy. In your line of work, the only guys you ever met were fellow Cuplers (and you weren’t really a fan of dating within the workplace) or bad guys that you had to take down. Hanging out with a cute guy who wasn’t a coworker or criminal was a nice change of pace.
“You’re the one who got all cuddly last night,” you reminded him, your memory flashing back to your new partner holding you close to his shirtless chest throughout the night. “You’re like a fucking furnace, by the way. I actually thought I was going to get heat stroke at one point.”
Eggsy responded by pitching his damp towel at your head, which you promptly tossed to the floor.
“Seriously, my guy,” you continued with a teasing smile. “I woke up like five times last night and you were wrapped around me like a baby koala.”
Eggsy smiled and hopped onto the bed, blue eyes trained on you.
“People love baby koalas,” he told you with a smirk.
You laughed. “Oh, do they?”
“Mhmm,” he nodded, crawling closer to where you sat at the head of the bed. “’sides, love, you’re the one that picked the room. All a ploy to get me into bed, yeah?”
You scoffed, your face heating up at the insinuation. That may not have been your original intention, but it wasn’t as much of burden as you pretended.
“Definitely,” you said. “It didn’t have anything to do with the fact that I booked the room last minute and a single was all they had left.”
“Coulda had the penthouse,” he pointed out, rolling over and leaning against the headboard.
“I see ‘discretion’ isn’t in the Kingsmen handbook,” you said with an eyeroll.
Eggsy shifted in the bed, folding his hands behind his head and glancing down at your lap.
“It is,” he argued, smirk still firmly in place. “It’s just not as important as style.”
“Figures,” you laughed.
He groaned in response, reaching across you and turning off the bedside lamp before inching under the covers.
“Whatever ya say, Yank. Put your socks on and turn in.”
The drip-drop sound of the summer rain splattering off the red umbrella shielding her was comforting, and loud enough to drown out the sound of her heels squelching in the mud. Beside her walked her source of bodily warmth in the form of Kakashi Hatake, the Sixth Hokage.
It was probably a good thing that the streets were deserted at this time of the day because the infamously lazy Hokage would’ve made quite the sight accompanying the rosette, umbrella clutched in hand. Sakura had no doubt in her mind it would’ve caused at least some traffic.
“Maybe I should’ve assigned someone else for this mission.” He said quietly, she almost didn’t hear him. “Kakashi it’s just a diplomatic mission. Easy stuff."
Sakura chided, her elbow easily finding purchase in his side. "Quit worrying, I’ll be back in a week tops.”
“I’m not worrying.” He immediately disagreed, which was in itself hilarious but she decided to let it go this one time, especially since he carried it on with a quiet: “I guess… well, I’ll miss you."
image source: map from AD&D Tomb of Horrors module
When building a dungeon for your campaign, keep contrast in mind. What is contrast? Well it’s pretty black and white: it’s just a juxtaposed difference in two things.
High contrast draws attention to those differences, each one becoming stronger. That’s why complementary colors, light and dark values, or sharp and blurry edges near one another draw your attention in a piece of artwork. If you want to draw attention to an encounter, area, or concept in your campaign or dungeon, sharpen that contrast! Deviate from the norms and standards you have presented your players, and their emotions and brains will snap alert and focus on exactly what you wanted it to.
Low contrast does a few things. First, it sets a standard of comparison. Areas of low contrast in a dungeon would be the approximate challenge rating of the dungeon, so when easy or difficult encounters are juxtaposed next to it the players realize how different it is. If the majority of rooms are symmetrical, rounded, and neat, then once that is contrasted with an asymmetrical, sharp-edged, rough room will be a huge eye-opener. Without low contrast, we cannot have high contrast to compare it to.
Low contrast in a dungeon also gives the brain a rest. After long periods of deliberation in combat or a puzzle, getting back to that low-contrast standard is a mental break an relief for a player. It’s sort of a recovery time that helps balance the pacing of a dungeon.
Lastly, low contrast creates anticipation. In our cinematic world we have been acclimated to, all of us today know how stories should work. If everything is the same for a long time, then things are more likely to change soon. This is that feeling of anticipation; we keep searching and exploring for that difference in design or mechanics and when it finally resolves we get that sweet, sweet rush of endorphins that says “yes you were right it had to change sooner or later.”
Here are some examples of how contrast can be used to psychologically guide and manipulate your players (boy that sounded a lot darker than intended):
The type of encounters in your dungeon, when lined up in sequence, can be contrasted. A combat encounter has very different pacing from a puzzle or a skill check or roleplaying encounter. If you chain together a series of combat encounters, it will wear down the party and add tension and importance for whatever breaks that chain. A puzzle will suddenly carry greater weight. This contrast is sort of why in practice, when building encounters, you sprinkle a few puzzles or skill checks or roleplaying encounters throughout the combat in your dungeon. It gives players a break and lets them relieve that tension that’s built up from combat and lets them use a different part of their brain for a bit.
One the flip side, when you have a bunch of non-combat encounters chained together, it creates a sense of anticipation. D&D is a combat-focused system, so players are just waiting for something to just out at them. This holds true in “funhouse” dungeons like the Tomb of Horrors where actual combat is few and far between, but puzzles and traps abound: there is a sense of abject terror filling the dungeon as players become more and more neurotic from only solving puzzles.
Each encounter is always immediately compared to the encounter that came before it. You can use this to your advantage. For instance, if you want your players think your boss is even more powerful than the CR says, have them fight a few easy minions right before the boss. Suddenly, the Bone Devil hits seem far more dire and frightening compared to those Kobolds that they just faced, even if it’s normally an appropriate CR for the players. Contrast here acts as a psychological boost to the drama of a boss fight. On the other hand, a difficult encounter immediately followed by an easy encounter is a point to relax your players’ brain juices after a mechanically difficult encounter. Players need this or else they will start to feel as used and abused as their characters.
Left: Asymmetry, sharp corners, and tight spaces make players uncomfortable. Right: Symmetry, round edges, and open spaces are comforting.
Visual design is also important (and my specialty). Visually, contrast is a means of showing the viewer what to focus on. Points of low contrast are less important while areas of high contrast are more important. I will go into further detail in a future post on guiding player movement, but for now:
Complexity: More complex rooms are more intimidating and take longer to explore while simple rooms are more approachable and take a mere moment to take in. Juxtaposing complexity of a room vs. the encounter within should ideally create balance to avoid either overwhelming players or boring them. Good practice would be putting a complex encounter in a simple room or putting a simple encounter in a complex space. This contrast will also bring attention and focus to the encounter, rather than the space (which is typically what you want). Symmetry could also be considered simple while asymmetrical would be complex.
Shape: Visually, sharp corners evoke conflict, while round corners create a sense of comfort. If you want your players to worry, add some additional angles to your room using alcoves or room dividers. Besides, adding angles to a room where a combat encounter is about to happen gives players more environment to play with. If you want your players to feel safe, like in a sanctuary area where no monsters are likely to enter, round out the room or add round objects to the room like pillars or statues. Placing these rooms next to one another will draw attention to and enhance this psychological difference.
Scale: A large room begs players to linger and explore and creates a sense of the sublime: something larger and greater than the players. An ideal place for a boss encounter. A small room or cramped space means players won’t stick around. It creates tension and unease and compels players to move forward; a good place for a trap or a surprise. When compared to a large room, the small room will look smaller and the large, larger.
SG Writers Room:
Okay, so we're agreed that we're writing off Sanvers for no valid reason whatsoever and want to somehow focus on Mon El more even though he won't be there, but the LGBT backlash is going to be big, so what can do to queerbait them and keep them around instead?
Katie, bursting through the ceiling:
How about you not queerbait like decent human beings and let Lena love a woman?
For the last time Katie, we're not making Supercorp happen! I thought the song we wrote and paid Jeremy to sing at SDCC made that quite clear.
...I wasn't talking about Supercorp, asshats. Let Lena get together with Reign.
*laughs* Well, I must say...that's a nice change of pace from the Supercorp ringer you've been putting us through, but you can't just volunteer Odet-
Odette, bursting through the door:
WOULD YOU LET HER FINISH?!?!
We were watching a favourite movie of his, but I couldn’t focus on the film. The only thing I had my mind was this man I currently cuddled up next to, and the feeling of his skin underneath my hand. I moved my hand slight lower to test if he was focusing more on the movie than me, no movement. I kept moving my hand lower until I got to his crouch.
I felt his fingers wrap around my wrist and pulled it back up to its original place on his chest. I watched the movie for a few minutes before I moved my hand to his crouch again, a smirk upon my lips. His hand grasped mine, tighter this time, he placed my hand back upon his chest and placed a light smack on my hand as he returned his hand behind his head.
I decided to be a little more deviant, I placed my leg between his legs and leaned my calf against his crouch, applying pressure. In a blink of an eye, I was pinned underneath him, my arms above my head.
“You’re asking for it, princess.” He growled in my ear.
“Then give it to me, daddy.” I smirked. He had never heard me say that before, and something in his eyes changed dramatically.
His hands grasped the top of my thin shirt, and ripped it down the centre, leaving me in nothing but my panties.
“That was my favourite shirt.” I warned.
“I’ll buy you a new one.” He shrugged, and then placed his lips on my neck. Leaving no skin untouched as he bit, sucked and licked.
His hands trailed back down my arms and over breasts, deliberately avoiding my nipples. His hands travelled further down over my stomach, his lips following. Getting off the end of the bed, he leaned over and placed a hand on each of my legs, and pushed them apart.
“Where you planning this all along, princess?” He said, as he eyed my crotchless panties. I bit my lip and nodded innocently.
He quickly wiped the look off of my face by running his slender fingers up my core. Rubbing small, firm circles slowly on my clit, he had me a moaning mess. My hands gripped the sheets firmly, my hips moving themselves until he placed his free arm across my hips to seize their movements.
He removed his hand from my mound, and his fingertips found my entrance. Circling agonisingly slow, then without warning he forced two long fingers inside me. Moving in and out relentlessly, forcing me closer to the edge. I was writhing, the pleasure all too much.
As I got closer to that forsaken edge, he removed all contact from me. I let out a groan of frustration, my eyes opening at the sound of his deep chuckle. A stupid smirk planted on his beautiful face. He leaned over me, grasped a hand in his and tied it to the head of the bed.
“I want you to come around my cock as I fuck you senseless.” His velvety voice, deep and slow, sending shivers down my spine as he tied up my other hand. “But you can’t touch. Since you were so eager too earlier.”
I wish I could slap the look off his face. That thought left as soon his jeans touched the floor, and his erection stood freely. I licked my lips and whimpered slightly. His demeanour changed, and in seconds he was on top of me, attacking my neck for a second time tonight.
Without warning he thrusted his full length inside me, drawing a silent gasp from the back of my throat. He set a fast pace, mercifully thrusting his hips, I moved mine to his rhythm and met him half way. My wrists twisted in their restraints.
“You feel so fucking good. Do you like daddy’s cock deep inside you?” His voice scratchy and breathless as he spoke.
“Yes, daddy” I managed to breath.
He attached his lips around one of my nipples, pushing the tiny balls of my piercing up and letting it flick into place, the motion sending small shocks through my body. He pulled on the small bar, enough to create a sensation and let it go, again sending a shock throughout, and did the same to the other one.
Our breathing got shallower, his thrusting got sloppier, and I knew we were close. He moved a hand to my clit and started rubbing fast circles in my clit, making me scream slightly.
“Come in, princess. Come for daddy.” His hot breath right on my ear, and the tone of his voice was enough to bring me undone. My orgasm fuelled his as he let go of everything inside me.
He came to a stop, we let our breathing return to normal. He untied my wrists and kissed each of them. He moved to lay down next to me, and kissed all over cheek before burying his face in my neck.
I ran my hand through his hair as his arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer.
“I didn’t hurt you did I?” He asked, his voice muffled by my neck.
“No, baby. It was perfect.” I said sincerely. He raised his head and looked me in the eyes.
“I love you.” My breath caught in my throat, he’d never spoken those words to me. A smile started to spread across my lips.
“I love you too.” He smiles back before his finally placed his lips on mine.
The kiss was full of new, undiscovered passion. He tongue poked at my lips, begging for access, to which I immediately accepted. He rolled onto his back, taking me with him, and never once broke the kiss. I sat on his hips, grounding down on him.
He broke off the kiss, and just looked at me, running his fingertips over the side my face, pushing a rouge hair behind my ear.
“God, you are beautiful.” He spoke softly. I turned my head into his palm, to hide my face. His fingers went underneath my chin and brought me back to gaze into his eyes. “You’re with me, there’s no need to hide such a beautiful face.”
I didn’t know what to say in return, so I leaned down and kissed him with every ounce of my being. His hands curled around my waist and pulled me tighter against him, before rolling me into my back.
He lined up his dick, before entering me painfully slow. Taking his time to feel every inch of me welcoming him. Once he was in fully he moved slowly setting a good pace that wasn’t too slow or too fast.
He used his elbows as support, never once did his eyes leave mine. My arms wrapped around his shoulders gripping tightly, my breath coming out in small puffs. He speed up the slightest, eliciting a moan from me.
He kissed me deeply once more, our tongues fighting for dominance messily, we didn’t care. One of his hands travelled down the side of my body, and found my clit once again, rubbing slow, tantalising circles. I started moaning into his mouth, he broke the kiss and rested his forehead on mine. I could feel my breaking point approaching.
“I’m close.” I whispered breathlessly.
“So am I Baby.” His voice the same.
He speed up more, my hands ran down his back, leaving red marks along his skin. I was being pushed higher and higher, and then I over the edge, he too. We rode out our highs, and he kissed me one more time.
“I love you so much.” He said as he laid on his back.
“And I, you” I replied, circling up next to him.
He kissed the top of my head, and wrapped his arms tighter around me. I listened to his heart beat steadying, and then sleep took over me.
Summary: You find yourself tied to a motel bed after losing a bet with Dean. A/N: Sorry guys! I wanted to get this up a bit sooner but I ended up not getting it done. Anywho. Here is is. Pairing: Dean x Reader Warnings: smut, language, oral (female receiving), slight dom!dean, lots of teasing, a tiny bit of over stimulation Word Count: 2,160
One of the few good things about having to dress up like FBI agents all the time was that suit ties did an excellent job of securing your wrists to the headboard of a motel bed. You and Dean were drinking the other night, made a bet –that you lost– and now here you were.
“I never took you for the dominating type.” you told him as you laid there already undressed as he tied you up.
“Well, if I’m being honest-” Dean began as he stood up to finish taking his own clothes off- “there’s somethin’ about you sweetheart.”
Your stomach felt as if it was doing back flips from his words and your eyes drifted south as he shredded his last piece of clothing, allowing his cock to spring free. You were certain you let out a whimper at the sight of him.. Dean was quite the sight to see.
Rambling: You don’t understand, there was a lot of Keith’s vlog fics but this one is the one I keep re-reading dude, I just – God, it’s soft, and caring, and kind, and Lance is so damn understanding, he’s such a good guy and I love him, that’s the Lance I know and I just, my heart dude, my tiny heart grows when I read this. AND THE SCENE WHERE– sorry, sorry, no spoilers.
Rambling: Listeeeeeeeeeeeeen, I usually don’t mess with time-travel things, bc they make my head hurt, but this one was really nice and cute and simple, ya know? And the plot itself was really interesting to me so I was like WHY IS LANCE GONE? (See what I did there? WHY IS THE RUM GONE? no? ok) And just…dude, the team’s reaction at seeing him again, and the KLANCE and KEITH BEING SO DAMN SWEET, aaaah this fic is lovely.
Rambling: YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND. YOU GOTTA SAVE HIS SMILE DUDE. HIS SMILE GOD. I fell in love with this goddamn fic and God, there is not ONE FIC FROM THIS AUTHOR I DONT LOVE, OK? JULIA IS AMAZING AND JKFSDGFJKSD YEAH YEAH SO THE FIC; SOFT KEITH, AMAZING FRIENSHIP AND PINING, SO DAMN LOVELY AND KEITH IS SO NICE AND UUUGH.
Rambling: Dude, this is so simple and so damn charming and lvoely. GOD IT’S SUCH A GOOD CHANGE OF PACE FROM THE TYPICAL PETS YA KNOW? And the interactions between the two is lovely and the time skip (i think it was a time skip?) it was really good because pssh, domestic as fuck Klance ok? And then MARRIGE PROPOSAL. Lance is such a damn dork.
Rambling: this mothercucker is such a goddamn marshmellow and it’s so damn fluffy and i love that pidge, hunk, lance and Keith live together and you can never go wrong with college au tbh, and LANCE IS SO GODDAMN SMITTEN AND SO IS KEITH AND THEY ARE SO STUPID I LOVE THEM. THE AUTHOR DID SUCH A GOD JOB, IT WAS AMAZING.
Rambling: dude, I mean? five + 1 things?? check. Fluff? check. Real reactions and real life situations? DOUBLE CHECK. Dude, just, Lance is SMITTEN over Keith, but KEITH doesn’t feel the same way but Lance is still such a gentleman and he respects Keith and Keith is so grateful of that and THEN SLOWLY FALLS IN LOVE AND BOOM KLANCE. REALLY LOVELY.
Rambling: SEQUEL TO THE ONE ABOVE. Dude, it’s like from Keith’s pov and it’s really nice and Keith is still shy about his own feelings and discoveries and Lance is so damn soft and understanding and god, these boys kill me everytime.
Rambling: Still one of my fucking faves, dude, I love Lance’s pov and Keith is so chill and he doesn’t sound like he’s so loving or smitten but GOD the small actions he does are so heart warming and it was so peaceful and lovely and Keith just…he fucking make a hammock for him and his boyfriend and LOOK AT ME IN THE EYE AND TELL ME THAT IS NOT TRUE LOVE.
Rambling: Dude. Dude. DUDE. Lance? Bored? Boxers? Empty Castle? DO I NEED TO SAY MORE? ……I THINK YES BC THAT SOUNDED SMUTTY IM SORRY. IT’S NOT SMUTTY AT ALL. IT’S JUST LANCE DANCING AROUND THE CASTLE LIKE A DOOFUS BC THE TEAM IS OUT SOMEWHERE AND THEN EVERYONE JOIN THE PARTY AND ITS SUCH A FAMILY GATHERING SO CUTE.
Rambling:GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. THE PINING. THE HEARTBREAK. THE GIGGLES. THE CONFESSION. THE SMITTEN BOYS. I LOVE SMITTEN BOYS.
Rambling: God, this goddamned fic and giving me feelings and GOD THE AUTHOR DOES SUCH A GOOD JOB IN TELLING THE STORY HOW? HOW DO THEY DO THAT? HOW. RESPONSABIBLE FAMILY MAN LANCE? CHECK. SMITTEN KEITH? CHECK. AWAKRD KEITH? CHECK. SMITTEN LANCE? CHECK. LEARNING AND GROWING TOGETHER? FUCKING CHECK.
Rambling: I shit you not, I have read this fic about twenty times. I just…God, dude, I love that moment when characters are so done and they are angry but behind that anger there is sadness and fear and I love it when it’s Lance and he’s knocking some sense into Keith and Keith just…fuck, man, he fucking comforts him and he chills out and promises not to do it again and MY HEART. GOD. AND THEN THE GROUP HUG. AND GOD I LOVE IT.
Rambling: YOU. HAVE.STARS.IN.YOUR.EYES. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I lost my cool there, that line is just my goddamn fave, honestly. Okay, so, pining Keith? boom. craddling moment? BOOM. Like, dude, you think; Oh loook, it’s a simple confession fic where nothing bad or angsty happens —-OH SHIT WAIT NO WHY IS KEITH CRYING, KEITH WHAT THE FU —- Honestly, it comes out of nowhere and it leaves you crying on the floor.
Imagine: Ight so it is pretty much #confirmed at this point that Harry has a praise kink. At his concerts he fucking stands there and just gets the crowd to keep screaming for him. The little shit loves it. So here’s an imagine based on it.
Warnings: SMUT ( i feel like i went over the top on this a lil)
It’s been a tough day. It started with nerves, getting ready with Harry for an award show. Not just any award show, though, it was his first award show that he was going to alone as Harry. Not One Direction. Just Harry Styles.
Harry pulled down the sleeve of his -
well, Draco’s - sweater. It was chilly. But he wasn’t quite ready to go inside
yet. Teddy had been trying out his new broomstick for hours and Harry didn’t
have the heart to tell him to stop. Not when his eyes were so wide with
childish delight, not when he kept calling out: “Look daddy, look at
me!” with those big beautiful smiles.
Arms wrapped themselves around Harry
from behind and he sunk into the embrace, grateful for the warmth.
“You’re wearing my sweater,”
Draco chided, his breath warming Harry’s ear.
“And you’re wearing mine,”
Harry countered, eyeing the frayed, too-short red sleeves on Draco’s arms.
“Only because I couldn’t find mine.
I did have a suspicion…”
Harry leant his head back into Draco’s
neck and breathed in. “It smells like you.”
Draco looked down at Harry with
amusement. “I smell like me.”
“You were at work.”
“I’m here now.”
Harry breathed in again and closed his
eyes, relaxing in the comforting smell of his husband. “Yes, yes you
Despite the coldness of the evening
closing in, Harry would have been content to stay in those arms, right where
they were forever. But a startled scream from Teddy wrenched Harry’s eyes back
Draco acted quickly, detangled himself
from Harry and apparating to Teddy’s side where he had fallen in the dirt, while
Harry calmly walked the five metres.
“Teddy? Ted? Are you hurt?”
Draco’s voice was high pitched and panicked, like it always became at the
smallest injury. Harry
couldn’t give himself a papercut without getting the full healer treatment from
Draco. Not that he minded.
As Harry knew he would – the broomstick
was charmed only to hover not fly, and Teddy had already fallen off many times
- Teddy jumped up laughing, no damage but the dirt on his face. “Did you
see that, daddy?” He said to Draco excitedly. “Did you see? I did a wonky fete!”
Draco pulled Teddy into a tight hug and looked
back over his shoulder at Harry. “You taught a four-year-old the Wronski
Harry shrugged. “Ginny told him
about it last week.”
Draco turned back to Teddy. “Maybe
our Quidditch superstar is finished for the day, hey Ted? Are you hungry? Shall
we head in for dinner?"
Teddy crossed his arms. "As long as it’s not soup.” He
screwed up in his face in distaste. He hated all things mushy.
Harry laughed, ignoring a sharp look
from Draco – soup was his speciality, his only speciality. “Don’t worry,
Teddy, I’m cooking tonight. Daddy Draco’s tired from work.”
Draco stood up and turned to Harry. “I’m
not tired. I can cook,” he said stubbornly.
Teddy made a sour retching face at Harry
behind Draco’s back. Harry couldn’t help but stick his tongue out in response.
Of course Draco noticed that and
swiveled back around. Teddy quickly changed his face to an innocent smile but
he was too late. Draco had caught him.
“Now you’ve done it,” Harry
Teddy screamed in glee and ran while
Draco chased him around the yard, slowing his pace to allow Teddy to evade his
clutches a few times until: “Gotcha!”
Harry watched fondly as Draco pulled a
giggling Teddy into a tight embrace, peppering raspberries all over his face.
At first Harry had been surprised how affectionate and loving Draco was, both
to him and to Teddy, but the more time he spent with Draco, the more he
realised it made perfect sense.
Now, three years later, Draco was his
husband, and another father to Teddy. And Harry was absolutely and completely
in love with him.
Harry found his way over to Draco and
Teddy - by walking, not apparating - and joined in on the hug. And because
his heart was overflowing with the words: “I love you both.”