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fourseasonsfigs · 9 months

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Rose Jun

This outfit of Gong Jun's is one of my favorites ever. So did I shriek with joy when I saw this fig get posted for sale? Of course not. Not out loud!

Definitely inside my head. The initial howl of joy would have been a solid 160 barnbuster on the decibel scale, and that's just too loud for public consumption. Let's take a look at this beautiful inspiration, shall we?

Gong Jun was looking incredible between the pages of Madame Figaro magazine in September 2022. He was the first man ever on the cover of the magazine, and he had three covers! I bought all 3 of them, and I regret nothing.

Look at this suit. It's incredible. There's nothing I like better than roses on clothing, but I'm very picky about them - only the most beautiful of roses. These are definitely the most beautiful of roses. Look at that gorgeous deep red, edged in black, which further sets off the incredible ruby color. We have lusciously dark green stems, and this incredible silk? Wool? Cashmere? Something amazing draping elegantly around Junjun in a blue-black midnight hue.

Underneath is a black lace shirt, and...wait for it...

Did you see it? It's around the 5 second mark.

There's this incredible lace back on this suit! It is criminal we didn't get a photograph of this in the magazine. CRIMINAL.

It's a little difficult to see all the detail on the suit in the magazine picture, since the lighting is gorgeously shadowy. Here's the same picture with me removing a lot of that artful shadowing:

Now you can see a lot of detail here - the pleated cummerbund, more of the lace shirt since it pops more against his skin, and the lace cuffs at the wrists. This definitely looks more like silk here, maybe a silk / linen blend? The suit is by a brand called GCDS, and I looked them up to see if I could find any further details about this suit, especially pictures of the back. He looks so good in this suit - it fits him perfectly. Look how gorgeous that fits him. Just outstanding.

The suit is from their Fall 2022 / Winter 2023 collection, which was, interestingly enough, inspired by Dracula.

Here is "Look 24" from their fashion show, where we can see more detail, especially with the pants. I had no idea there was a matching hat!

Here's another view, this time of the back:

The money I would pay to have seen this angle on Gong Jun, I tell you.

I would buy this suit in a heartbeat, if I had any idea how to get it, and if I wouldn't have to cut so much off the hems that the bottom of the cargo pants would touch the floor. As it is, I have it in miniature fig form!

My favorite is when figs are in little plastic bags in their polystyrene mailing boxes. They are still wedged firmly in, but just slip right out vs me cutting into the plastic foam. I also feel like they're less prone to breakage this way even when packed at the factory, but that may just be me.

Here he is, looking dapper as can be! This was not an easy fig for the factory to make - the fig maker spent a lot of time with them getting it just right.

There's a lot of details on this fig - we have the cummerbund, the lace at the cuffs, and you can see the bit of the lace shirt under the suit jacket.

I love the 3-D effect of the roses!

And oh, what is this? Could it be?

The lace back! Amazing. We can see the cummerbund fastener here too.

Here's a close up of that wonderful lace back.

This looks so good. I love the wrapped angle on the back of the jacket.

I don't love the cargo pants on the original suit - I think it drags the eye down from the beautiful drapery of the jacket, but what do I know.

She rendered Junjun's spiky hair here beautifully!

I love the details on the shoes here too. The pose matches the Madame Figaro pose exactly.

I take it (partially) back, the cargo pockets look pretty cool on the fig - gives it a bit of interest.

What a great suit. I wish it came in women's sizes.

Not much to see on this angle - just a bit of the roses peeking out!

The fig came with a very supermodel-ly Gong Jun keychain! I love it.

Dual sided keychain. He looks so good! I would have taken an entire magazine of just shots of him walking around and posing in this suit, let me tell you.

Material: Resin

Fig Count: 446

Scene Count: 30

Rating: "Red roses are for love triumphant and perfect"

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#gong jun #junzhe #word of honor cast #figthusiast

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queen-scribbles · 2 years

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Family questions 10 for Vesper. Rant away 😛

10. Do they have/want kids? How many?

(CLAIRE YOU ARE MY FAVORITE RIGHT NOW 😘)

Vesper 100% wants kids. Kurt takes a little convincing, but only a little. (what you'd expect; worried he doesn't have the first idea what he's doing and will screw it up. She points out he's already ahead of her bc he had to corral her and Constantin when they were teens, "No one completely knows what they're doing, we'll figure it out together" + he loves her, and it's really not hard to convince him :3)

They have three, eventually. Two girls and a boy, in that order. (I had names but was dumb and didn't write them down, and now all I can remember is the oldest girl is Constance and I think I wanted something more German-influenced for the boy, but cannot for the life of me remember the other girl's name.) The first one, Constance, comes about two years after they get married, so they have a little while just for them, at least. She's absolutely gorgeous--thick dark hair and big blue eyes--and both of them fall in love at first sight. (Kurt is constantly falling asleep in various unconventional places around the house with her on his chest bc he "wants to give [Ves] a break") Her eyes do go grey by the time she's about a year old, and lighten to the point of matching her daddy's. She's the one that shows he has absolutely no resistance to a three year old armed with puppy eyes and the words "Papa, pleeaasseee". xD Vesper very frequently hears things along the lines of "But Papa said I could have an extra sweet", and her default response quickly becomes "Well, then, Papa can chase you all over the house when the energy rush hits" paired with a pointed look at Kurt, who's just *shrug* "Fine by me" and then two hours of joyful toddler shrieks later Ves finds the two of them asleep on the couch together and nearly melts at how cute they are. She knew he'd be a good dad. And yes, Constance is a gigantic daddy's girl, even if--aside from her eyes--she looks more like her mama.

The second girl comes when Constance is four, the boy two years after that. I don't have them as developed, but I know the younger girl is much quieter than Constance(both in terms of crying less as a baby and talking later/less as a kid), the boy's the spitting image of Kurt, and Constance and the boy both go "OOH SWORDS :D" while the middle girl is much more the nature walks kind of gal(the boy's also a really good shot with a pistol), though they do all learn at least enough to take care of themselves. And, as I've mentioned before, somewhere around the kids being 10-12 Kurt's much less likely to let them get away with stuff bc they're old enough to know/do better, while Ves is more understanding of the need to take it easy sometimes, so they kinda switch off who's the Strict Parent.

Ves and Kurt aren't perfect parents, they make some mistakes, but most of them are little, and their kids all turn out pretty great(which Vesper may be just a tad smug pointing out).

#family asks #vesper de sardet #ves/kurt #I sorta want there to be a set of twins in there #but I haven't decided yet if it's the two girls or the younger girl and the boy #so obviously things will change if i do that #thank you for giving me an excuse to go off about that

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godofevrerything · 2 years

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Here's a combo for Derek and Seb, because they're who I thought of when I saw these

Here you go~

Attacked

Word Count: 1.2K

———

How had it come to this?

The day had started out perfectly. Derek had dropped Mia off at school, then driven back home. They had spent the day lounging around the house, just relaxing. Sebastian ordered takeout, and Mia came home, chattering away about her new friends. They had played music, twirled around the house, got Mia into bed, and settled in for the night.

But now, Derek’s ears wouldn’t stop ringing. He had one arm around Mia, who was shaking, fingers digging into his side, eyes wide. And Sebastian-

“Hey.. hey, it’s fine. Don’t cry..”

Mia hiccuped, curling closer to Derek, dark eyes locked on the wound. “B-b-but- Y-youre- You’re bleeding-“

Her voice cracked, tapering off into the still silence of the night.

Derek couldn’t stop shaking. He knew that he should say something, anything. But his voice was stuck in his throat, so he pressed his hand into Sebastian’s wound, trying to slow the bleeding.

“I- I called- I called Morgan- She’ll be here and-”

Sebastian’s eyelids fluttered, and panic, sharp, hot, rose up Derek’s throat.

“H-hey! Fuck- Stop that- Whatever you do, don’t close your damn eyes!”

His boyfriend’s lips curled into a smile. A small half smirk, oh so familiar, oh so casual, as if he wasn’t loosing massive amounts of blood.

“Got it. Don’t go to sleep, that’s easy.”

His hands wouldn’t stop shaking, and he pulled Sebastian closer, trying to slow his rapid heartbeat.

He was suddenly hyper aware of everything in the broken room. The scent of smoke and blood. The bullet holes riddling the walls. The broken picture frames that had crashed to the floor.

The bodies of the men that had been sent to kill them.

The idiots- Morons- Disgusting- Who had dared-

A low, rattling cough came from Sebastian, and Derek looked down in alarm. “Hey- Shit- Breathe, Sebastian. And don’t close your eyes-“

His voice cracked, and Mia spoke, reaching out to Sebastian.

“D-dad… I k-know you’re- you’re t-tired b-but- You- You have to stay awake!”

Her voice shook, and she suddenly pulled from Derek, wrapping her arms around Sebastian’s shoulder and burying her face in his neck, voice muffled.

“Y-you have to- You have to stay awake, Dad please-!”

Sebastian let out another low, horrible breath, rubbing Mia’s back. “Hey, I will. Don’t worry kiddo.. I’ll stay awake, and I’ll be fi-“

An explosion of coughing interrupted him, and he curled into himself, gasping for breath. “Fuck- shit-“

“Sebastian-!” Derek yelped. He reached out, picking Sebastian up and trying to pat his back, to do something-

Blood trickled from Sebastian’s mouth, and he wheezed, pressing his palms against the floorboards. “Ugh- S-stop th-that, that’s not helping-“

He slumped back, hitting Derek’s chest with a thud, coughing stopped. “…Hi.”

“Hi?” Derek echoed. “What the hell is that supposed-“

“You’re gonna make it!”

Mia’s voice was suddenly loud, and she grabbed Sebastian’s hands. “You’re gonna make it, Dad, shut up!”

His head rolled towards the small girl, and he cupped her cheek, smiling weakly. “Am I? Geeze, I hope so..”

Sebastian coughed, quiet, light, taking his hand from Mia’s face.

The door slammed open then, and there was a yell.

“Fucking hell! Derek, Sebastian-“ Morgan came, rushing into the room, sliding over. “Fuck-“

“Hey, no swearing around Mia,” Sebastian rasped. “And she needs to go-“

“No!” Mia shrieked. “No, no, I’m not going! Daddy, tell them I’m not going!”

Her hands locked onto Sebastian’s, tears flooding her face. Derek gave her a helpless look, then glanced towards the door.

“We- We need to get your dad- Please, pumpkin-“

“No! No, I’m not-“

“Mia.” Sebastian’s voice was soft, and he smiled at her, squeezed her hand, and with a hiss of pain, managed to ruffle her curls. “Go. Please kiddo. It’s gonna get messy.”

Mia shook, lip trembling, then she threw herself forward, hugging Sebastian tightly. “Dad-!”

He let out a wheeze, and squeezed her back. “Love you.”

“Dad..” she whimpered.

“Kid, go.” Morgan said sharply. “I’m sorry, but if you aren’t hurt, go out to the car. Now.”

“Go on,” Derek rasped.

Mia stood, staring at the three adults for a moment, then rushed out.

…

They pulled Sebastian up, Morgan kicking glass out of the way, and set him down in the bedroom. Derek turned the lamp on, and the dim light filled the bedroom. It was strange how still it was, how normal it seemed if he could ignore the blood, and Sebastian’s laboured breathing.

If he could turn the clock back, just one hour, would things be different?

“Hey,” Sebastian squinted up at Derek, reaching out and squeezing his hand. “Stop staring off into the distance like that. Im not dead yet.”

Derek’s hand snapped down, eyes widening. “What- Fuck, don’t make those jokes! Not now, dammit!”

Sebastian laughed, low and raspy, shrugging his shoulders the best he could. “It’s the only joke I could think of..”

Morgan came back, dumping bandages and ointments on the bed. She handed a pitcher of hot water to Derek, glaring at him. “What the hell are you doing? Put pressure on the wound, don’t just stand there!”

“Relax,” Sebastian sighed. “I’ve got my hand on it..”

Morgan glared, and Derek grabbed the pitcher, soaking a rag. “This- this is gonna hurt.”

He pulled Sebastian’s shirt away, wiping the wound, earning several shrieks. “S-sorry-“

Then Morgan came with the tweezers, then froze.

“I’ll do it-“ Derek muttered, reaching for the tweezers.

She slapped his hand away, throwing them down. “No! Dumbass, the bullet’s-“

“Too close?” Sebastian muttered. “Just my luck.”

“What? No, it’s not.” Derek sputtered. “We’ll take it out and clean you up and-“

“I’m not going to make it.”

Sebastian’s voice was quiet, but firm. And calm. So calm.

He looked up at Derek, then Morgan, and back to Derek. “Thanks, but you know I’m not going to live. I know I’m not.”

“What- No-“ Derek’s started.

“Yes.” Sebastian repeated. “I’m not going to make it, and you know that.”

A pause, and he was quiet for a moment. Derek sputtered, head spinning.

“Hey Morgan,” Sebastian said. “Some privacy, please.”

She didn’t answer, instead stormed out of the room. Sebastian sighed again, low, raspy.

“Derek. I’m gonna tell you three things. I want you to remember them.”

“You aren’t going to die-“

“Derek.”

…

“…what.”

Sebastian smiled, soft, quiet. “One, I love you and Mia. More than anything.”

“Two, I want you to tell everyone I said goodbye. That I’m sorry that I’m not with them anymore.”

“You’re going to live-“

“Derek. Listen.”

…

“Three.” Sebastian paused, and pulled Derek down, reaching up and wiping a bit of blood from his cheek. “Three,” he repeated, voice soft. “I always said I’d die for you, do you remember?”

Derek flinched, eyes wide. He clapped Sebastian’s hand tightly. “I-I remember but- I didn’t think you meant- You meant- Literally.”

His voice cracked. “A-and- You weren’t- You were never supposed to-”

“Well, lifes a bitch.” Sebastian said softly. “But-”

He coughed again, loud, blood bubbling from his lips again. “But-”

“Don’t talk-” Derek yelped.

His hands fluttered, useless, shaky, and he clapped Sebastian’s back, breath coming out in shaky bursts. “Talking- Talking hurts you-”

“Hush,” Sebastian wheezed. “Derek.. I love you.”

His voice cut off.

Derek’s hand shook.

There was no more coughing. No more sound.

“Sebastian..?” Derek whispered. “Smokes?”

No coughing.

No breath.

Derek screamed.

#my oc #my writing #bee 🥺#Derek x Sebastian #tw: gunshot #tw: murder #tw: death #tw: blood

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velkynkarma · 4 years

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ooh, anything on specters in space (any work in the series or the series as a whole)! i really really love your spoopy fics they're my favourite :D

I love spoopy fics too!! Since it’s anything from the series, then I’m picking my favorite, Whisper in the Dark.

First of all, if you weren’t already aware, this fic has an abso-fucking-loutely amazing piece of artwork illustrating Keith’s fight against the monster at the end. Even if you did know, just go look at it again, it’s amazing and terrifying and perfect and worth a few minutes of your time.

Second, it was written specifically with this piece of music in mind.

Third, Whisper in the Dark is what happens when I’m legitimately writing a horror story intended to go hard into the ‘horror’ genre. See the thing is, while I have a tendency to sprinkle dark or creepy themes into fics, or make scenes here or there unsettling, it’s for setting mood more than anything else. Pillar in the Dark is unsettling, but more about inducing anxiety; no monster ever jumps out to attack anybody and nothing truly horrific happens. A Thousand Burning Eyes has an eldritch horror scene that freaks out even Zarkon, but the story itself is more about the looming threat of that thing than it ever actually doing anything dangerous. Road Trip to End Times uses horror zombie apocalypse elements but is more of an adventure story than a horror one. Sometimes horror even slips in by accident, like when I describe druids in the middle of a carefree silly romp with mice mission. It just sort of slips out, like a side effect, but my goal isn’t really to scare you.

Whisper in the Dark is me going, ‘my goal is to make you hide under your blankets, jump at small noises, and be high on adrenaline from intensity.’ Subtlety was not the goal here. Taking a horror-studded baseball bat to your metaphorical reader kneecaps was the goal. Based on the comments I got on this fic, I succeeded. And I went the whole nine yards on this while trying not to go overboard. There’s the psychological horror of Keith’s perceptions being messed with and the way the narrative will change without warning when the creature is messing with his mind. There’s the fear of Keith’s friends being used against him, and the fact that they’re completely helpless puppets, with no free will and no ability to protect themselves. There’s traumatic implications with Keith trying to save the others (notably Lance) and hurting them in the process, and that really messes with his head, because who’s the monster in that situation then, right??? And of course there’s the physical horror, fighting a grotesque, horrifying alien and the use of some pretty graphic, awful injuries on Keith’s part. This fic was intended to be no-holds-barred. It was raw and I loved every second of writing it.

Whisper in the Dark was also a way for me to explore the whole ‘Keith is half-Galra and part of the Blade of Marmora’ thing. I never really liked the BOM and I wanted to make them interesting for me. I wanted to justify their bizarre s2 trial they had for Keith and give them a more interesting backstory than they had at the time (or really...ever got). Wouldn’t it have been interesting if the Marmora ascension trial was designed entirely around being both physically and mentally skilled enough to fight these strange manipulative creatures that warped perceptions and messed with your head? I actually have an entire BOM history sketched out in the back of my head that I kept in mind while writing the entirety of WITD, and I know exactly what the BOM’s full purpose was. The plan was to write another extension of the in the Dark series exploring that further, but I never did get around to it.

Finally...favorite scene in Whisper?

Keith ignores its threats, twisting his body to land on one of the flailing tails, and using its momentum to ricochet off of it to safety. He lands in the mud and brings both blades into a guard stance, watching the monster writhe in pain. It can be hurt, he knows. It can be vulnerable, especially to his knife. But he doesn’t know how to kill it, and it’s still dangerous to his friends.The head. That’s probably the best bet. Assuming he can get through the mess of writhing, thrashing limbs to reach the creature unscathed.It’s just like the asteroid field, Keith thinks, watching the way the creature is always in movement, like a massive knot of constantly shifting tentacles. Except this time you’re the Red Lion.Easy. Keith actually smirks as he charges forward towards the beast.He leaps with his jetpack, and hits the first of the lashing tails, using its momentum to kick off into a second. The creature turns, feeling his presence, but Keith is already diving, letting himself drop lower into the tangled mess. Pushes himself off of a third snapping limb. Fires his jetpack to dive through the space created by a fourth and fifth, just in time, before they can snap together and thrash him apart. Slices deep into a sixth tail with the Blade, severing it cleanly, causing the creature to shriek again—then kicks back the way he came while the creature twists for where he had been.Duck. Dodge. Leap. Spin. Roll. Fly. Cut, and cut again. Never be where it feels him, always move before it finds him. Be an obnoxious little insect, bite and disappear before it discovers him. It wants illusions? It wants mind games? Let it try to find Keith. Let it try to catch him. He moves so fast he barely knows where he is himself. He reacts before he even knows he’s taking action, purely on instinct. He sees movement and every possibility to react before his conscious thoughts even realize he’s only split seconds from death. Threat leads to dodge. Obstacles are to be cut away. Slice it down piece by piece from every direction until it doesn’t know where he is anymore.And when even that massive beast can’t counter him, for all its size and power, strike to kill.

Honestly I had this clear-cut image in my head of this thing being just...a mass of enormous, constantly writhing tentacles, and Keith having to navigate his way through the writhing mess with split-second timing or risk being crushed. I liked it so much I had this exact scene commissioned later. I re-wrote this a couple times but I really like in the end how I captured the sense of fast-paced, instinctive movement.

I’m Doing Fanfic Director’s Cuts!

#Velkynkarma answers #Velkynkarma memes #Voltron #Whisper in the Dark #Keith #long post #Anonymous

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