I promised extra critiques. I now deliver. I may need to double, and possibly triple post as this was a long one. Too long.
Part 1 of 3.
Yes I'm doing the pictures too, but not screenshots. If there's anything else not in the OP that I miss, PM me a link to where it is in the thread please.
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ITEM 1: Keffals porn photos posted in the OP, under the heading "Keffals the Porn Star", direction is left to right, top to bottom, unless otherwise specified.
Picture 1 of the first spoiler under the heading:
Pictured appears to be and disheveled male who must be 18 or they wouldn't be on a Canadian porn site. Said man has ratty long-ish dark hair which appears to have been hurriedly combed to little meaningful effect outside of dragging some visibly thinning bangs across his face, embarrassing! He has uncomfortably arrayed himself upon uninspired bedding; a plain headboard is visible as well, this probably a hotel so cheap the company didn't even bother claiming it as a business expense. This disheveled man is touching a circumcised half-chub with their right hand and associated poorly manicured nails. Due to the location of a vein on the side of said chub, there's an unfortunate optical illusion which makes the chub appear to have an extra digit touching it upon first examination but is merely a poorly lit shot upon further examination. Also visible are the some particularly pathetic moobs the nipples of which are shooting off in almost arbitrary directions presumably because men were never meant to grow breasts. Also visible is the beginnings of the trademark Keffals Hunch, somewhat hidden by the pillows he is leaning against. There is a vague expression of uncomfortable resignation on the subject's face, further killing any possibility of anyone finding this picture attractive ever. MOVING ON.
Picture 2 of the first spoiler under the heading:
Pictured appears to be a mutilated man with an oozing injury where once a penis was supposed to be. Into this puzzle box wrought of scrote flesh and Thailand's finest attempt at surgically creating cloacas for men is what appears to be a purple dildo with a shitty suction cup base, but could easily be nutrients required to prevent this xenomorph mouth of a surgical horror from eating its host, hard to tell. Whatever the case, this color purple is in theory complimented by the purple nail polish worn by this surgery abused man, but they even fucked that up and aren't using the right shade to make it match the fucking dildo, sad. This man is also wearing what appear to be cheap thigh-high stockings of some sort with red bows on the side for extra gaudiness, which are intended to obscure the less than perfect leg-shaving job on display, and unfortunately for everyone that shit is in fucking focus because they decided to set the AF point on the flesh salad which has made the in focus zone a perfect plane of everything we don't want to see on this man. The picture is technically obeying the rule of thirds as apparently the Cenobite's Finest is the focus of the shot, to the detriment of literally everyone who views it, but does appear to be slightly over-exposed or someone fucked up the AWB settings because there ain't no way this rinky dink operation is using manual composition. Background which includes the male is very much out of focus, probably in an attempt to be "artsy" or because they don't know or how when to use a proper lens for porn, is the male's torso, chesticles, and face, braces included, for some reason. Fortunately for the man, this lack of focus is making any breast augmentation scars harder to see, but due to the augmentation the moobs are beginning to get that "rocket ship" look that happens when someone wants implants that barely fit the breast pocket, terrible decision to do that, always looks bad long term. The hair is less ratty this time around, may have been subjected to conditioner at some point in the last week but that might just be grease, and the bangs are no longer a point of contention, but the expression remains as uninspiring as possible for a supposedly sexy porn-shoot, not helped by the thumb-like profile the shot composition and lighting gives the neck and head. A shitty necklace of what appears to be beads that don't match anything except the floor of the shot, most likely to be found at a downtown flea market or a hipster jewelry shop but too out of focus to actually tell for sure. The eye shadow may match the nail-polish, but to be honest I don't trust that color to be true. Finally, the shoes, which are barely visible, are attempting to compliment the stockings by being black with red accents, which appear to be fraying a bit on the heel, unless that's "tassel" or something which is supposed to be intentional. NEXT.
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ITEM 2: the third spoiler down the chain of the second top-level spoiler under the final spoiler heading of "Are you sure you want to see this?".
No, I'm not.
Picture 1 from this nested spoiler:
Pictured is once again is a surgical horror that with just this simple pose-change now more closely resembles the labium of a theoretical fleshy spider mouth, complete with a single lonely chelicerae, overstuffed fleshly fang included, visible sticking out from between purple nail-polished fingers. I can only presume the subject is the male from before, due to the similarity in outfit and horrifying features of this extra winking butthole. Within the maw of this horror we appear to have a slight slight prolapse occurring, as well as obvious hard-line skin tone shifts where different pieces of flesh were assembled like the world's worst lego set. Directly above the hands attempting to interface with this haphazard middle finger to nature is what appears to be a black fake leather or vinyl top barely containing a fledgling gunt, more of a muffin top at this point. Directly below we see black with white polkadot undergarments, presumed to be panties, which have been pulled aside to give us a better view of horrors science has wrought. Also visible are the presumably cheap black thigh-high stockings on one leg, but the distance to the subject is so small that only one leg is showing them and just barely. Once again the AF point is set for flesh tunnel and due to the extremely zoomed in nature of the shot and embarrassingly flat nature of the male, everything is in focus enough to see too much without even trying, except what I can only assume is the cheap faux leather office chair which has made its way into this shoot for reasons that probably have to do with purloining it from an enterprising homeless person prior to the shoot, over their objections and makeshift projectiles.
Picture 2 from this nested spoiler:
Pictured is an uncomfortably close shot of this man from before, but right off the bat everything is fucking wrong and I'm not just talking about what appears to be a poor imitation of the fucking doors from Prey this weirdo has surgically added to themselves which just is staring me, and almost appears to beckoning to me as if using a crooked finger...but it's not a finger at all, it's some kind of fleshy horn, very eldritch. Also the butthole door appears slightly prolapsed, more so than the above picture which really isn't helping things at all. Most important of all, and fortunately for US but not the subject, the intended audience, or the photographer, I can tell this fucker isn't playing with the AF enough because the male's butt and the hand perched upon it in a mockery of attempting to strike a sexy pose is in perfect focus and nothing else is, not even the part I know they actually wanted to be in focus. So a perfectly focused butt featuring any and all available chair induced buttne is perfectly thirds up for some fucking reason. Embarrassing. Speaking of embarrassing, I could be wrong but the shot appears to be closing in on properly lit in some areas which appears to be revealing...stretch marks? Nigga you're in your 20s what the fuck. Also on prominent display is a clean actual butthole, which unlike the simulacrum below it, isn't oozing, nor does it appear to have trapped and dingleberries or toilet paper. Solid effort in a wasteland of horrifying visages. MOVING ON.
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Third spoiler down, under the heading "Proof that Skye = Keffals".
Picture 6, the only non screenshot with a Canadian T-girl logo on it:
Pictured is the male subject from before, but this time wearing a black, probably knee length dress with a white floral/feathery pattern emblazoned upon it which conveniently seems to imply based on the pose that it originates from the probable location of the dickshark below. Perhaps it represents the ungodly stench this room is slowly acquiring as the shoot progresses. For the first time ever we see the subject cracking what might be construed as a decent smile, made instantly creepy by the presence of braces in a porn shoot. The man appears to be mostly centered in the somewhat fucked portrait adjacent framing, but at least the camera operator hasn't managed to autofocus the fucking light switch in the background by accident and left it in the set because that would be par for the course with the fine photographers at CANADIAN T GIRL DOT COM. Hair vaguely groomed but a bit abstract where the hairline is, the haze induced by stray strands gives an almost shadowy or smoky effect that does not appear to be intended. The face barely shows the beginnings of an extra chin peeking out, harbinger of events to come. Peeking out from behind the straps of the skirt, barely able to push the augmented moobflesh into a breast like posture, is a deep red bra with what appears to be black accents in the pattern, but outside of the Sisyphean task of lifting the moobs to a vaguely recognizable position aided in no small part by the subtle but visible downward angle of the shot. Most impressive is the posing the man has been instructed to do to hide the fact this nigga ain't got no fucking hips, which appears to be a confluence of angle, slight bend forward by this unfortunate man, and the loose fit of the dress disguising the actual hip profile on the right side of the shot as a result of how it hangs down. Impressive job making a literal human Mr Potatohead look vaguely female in one fully clothed shot. The couch looks cheap and probably folds out to make a bed because of course this is in a cheap hotel.
ITEM 3: under the heading "Queen Clara".
I see that someone is way ahead of the curve and added a crit to all the videos inline. I will now do it right here because I'm drunk enough and the more the merrier.
Under the spoiler "NSFW Keffals Femdom videos"
"FinDom Indction No. 1" fuck me this is 4 mintues long.
0:00-0:05 No. No. Nonononono. We're 5 seconds in and it's already bad. A male in a black corset which can barely contain the incubating gunt and is unable to tame the seemingly sentient moobs which are trying their best to run east and west as far as they can. Hair is barely kempt, reminds me of someone that cuts their own hair with the way there's odd offshoots where there should not be. Camera appears to be placed on a coffee table in front of the massive leather chair they probably stole from whatever the Canadian version of the Goodwill is...and the staff probably clapped as the ogre person currently sitting in it hupped it out of the store since ain't no way it was leaving any other way. In the proud tradition of femdom videos, of course by 5 seconds in we are greeted by the most male sounding "what's up" I've ever heard come out of someone attempting to dom. Wholly unconvincing, shambles! Also visible is an attempt at a "look" by only applying nail polish to two nails on each hand which while at least symmetrical mostly ends up looking like he is too poor to purcahse additional nail polish.
0:06-0:10 I have switched to MPC-HC or whatever the most recent fork of media player classis happens to be since I need granular step controls. So far we still haven't seen any meaningful movement from the subject male and he's still talking at us, we're apparently subjects which makes me deeply uncomfortable with where this video is going. Also can we talk about the dutch angle? We need to talk about the dutch angle. This motherfucker is unintentionally making the battlefield earth of fake fart femdom videos and I can't stop seeing it. Speaking of things we can't stop seeing, the extra chin is in full profile and well lit enough to pop out in all its glory like a pelican's gullet. As we are informed that we are being spoken to by "queen clara" I can't help but wonder why a queen CAN'T BUY A BETTER LOOKING BACKDROP SCREEN. NIGGA THAT'S A SHEET.
0:11-0:20 Apparently we are supposed to serve this dude and we're here for a special occasion? I'm not clear what that occasion might be or why it's so special because the camera isn't operated by anyone, you hung a sheet off to the right of the frame to block...something, and you can't afford enough nail polish to finish your nails. Second chin is now in much better profile due to a slight downward angle change of the head during the intervening 10 seconds and I am being primed to expect a third chin in short order. At least the braces are clearly gone thank god.
0:21-0:30 This dude is talking slowly enough and being sufficiently inactive in front of a camera that I might kick up the interval to 15 or 20 seconds at a clip, finally we get hand movement which unfortunately just puts into the middle of the frame the unfinished nails. Apparently any time I see "this face" it's a special occasion but this assertion is about as convincing as my crazy brain currently as it tries to convince my not crazy brain that the cheapest Jim Beam + mango pepsi was a good idea and I should have another. Not selling me on this as special sweetie, gotta put more OMPH into your wild claims. BELT IT OUT! BELIEVE IT! BUT DON'T LET THE BUBBLES OVERFLOW ON YOUR COMPUTER DESK FUCK FUCK FUCK
0:31-0:50 Oh god I'm being pointed by the ogre person, HE KNOWS WHAT I JUST POURED AND DOES NOT APPROVE. Or not I guess that was emphasis to reiterate the point from seconds ago about how we serve him...I mean at least fingers pointed in various directions in an attempt to drive this point home, and has unintentionally placed his fingers in perfect line with the chin-line in an attempt to move the dry looking hair out of the way as we get leaned in on...which at least obscures the gullet in favor of making this man look like even more of a crazy person. Moobs are at full escape velocity as the lean-in has caused all out rebellion and now the other hand is doing the pointing, which unfortunately causes local unrest in Chestical City which will probably require civil protection to quell. I also have yet to see a nipple which is deeply disturbing as I'm not sure where they are, the moobs are all but flopping out as corset containment continues to fail. Apparently this ogre is the alpha and the omega which I hope is further elaborated on because at this point it sounds like and attempt to fill time with nonsense. Low effort grifting so far. YOU BEGIN TO BORE ME QUEEN CLARA!
0:51-1:11 Okay, we're back to wild assertions delivered unconvincingly! I eagerly await how you plan to justify "goddess", wrong gendered term for 1, but more importantly why are you asking me for food? I don't hand out morsels to just anyone. You've gone back to the original bored pose with both hands on the chair while leaning down which just means we get a front row seat to the Aug Rebellion of the Moobtulek Complex which is really harshing my stomach's mellow man. We're back to the pointing which unfortunately for this man just puts in even sharper contrast how fucked up those moobs are by actually contacting one with your arm. It's like watching someone pour pancaeks onto a griddle, just spreeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaads out. We're informed that we are to become "paypigs" which sounds wholly unappealing, especially with the lack of conviction in your voice.
1:12 - 1:32 I'm out of drank and the ogre person is pointing at themselves. Flipping me off was completely unnecessary though, and the gesture only serves to emphasize the high lipid levels in your fingers. I'm pretty sure human anatomy dictates that the right moob slips a nip by now and yet like an infinity pool gazing off into the groaning incomprehensible chaos of The Dimensions We Cannot Comprehend Where Gods No Man Still Worships Reside, no nipple has yet shown itself despite the knowledge that it lurks somewhere beyond that event horizon and by all standards it must show itself eventually like a yawning maw with surgery scars around the nipple instead of gnashing teeth one would expect from such barely manifested horrors of The Great Beyond. OH GOD THE REBELLION IS REKINDLED, we have multi-track-arm-to-moob disturbances which are not emphasizing in any way to me why I should be giving you money. The containment field provided by the corset on the right side is almost completely demolished, which makes me question your assertion that you control me WHEN YOU CAN"T CONTROL YOUR OWN MOOBS. THE NIPPLE WATCH CONTINUES.
1:33-1:48 The outside rain is drowning out your voice and this thing is cranked to max, embarrassing! We pause for a moment to calm the growling horrors within but things are not looking promising. At least there will be no snow tonight, good, the quiet solidtude and eerie glow of the midnight sun on snow covered surfaces would not pair well, yet the cap clicked as I pulled it off and I felt nothing. Ominous. The remnants of vaporous interludes are now collected and we're good to go. Apparently this man controls everything I do, said as he makes like an expert burger flipper and flattens the SHIT out of those moobs with his hands. Nipple containment field can't possible exist anymore, I swear that is the bottom of the moob. I can see under the pancake now. Hands move to further emphasize the last legs of the containment field for the right moob, my mind is playing tricks, is that a shadow or a nipple? Alt2 does nothing, that could be a shadow of the frill, or a nipple...or both. Elon must be involved because we're booring under this moob whether we want to know what resides below or not. The pairing of neverending decay of the moob containment with the assertion that I am staring at a tubby fake italian manta-clause that knows when I've been bad or good droning boredly in the background with occasional gesturing makes me wonder if they can merry fixtmas their fucking corset FOR FUCKS SAKE. I'm sure that's a nipple, but I dare not ponder this too much, much like those that behold the elder horrors beyond our comprehension must inevitably go mad surely the appearance of this dimensionally unstable nipple at long last will do just that. Apparently I better be nice or my life is to be destroyed? Again with big claims backed by all the confidence of a cat hiding inside the sofa.
1:49-1:52 SNAP AND YET THE NIPPLE STILL ELUDES US. There is NO NIPPLE. We have found the bottom and tunneled under it to no avail. The pixels must be protecting us from our self-destructive curiosity, I see hints, implications, innuendos, but none of it solid and concrete, a half pixel there, a partial zone of something. I KNOW IT MUST BE THERE! For where else might it be? All cardinal directions are laid bare! None remain to investigate! We've even completed the booring tunnel only to discover one additional dimension where the nipple is NOT!
1:53-2:23 GOOD. A flabby arm has covered it, or the lack of it, whatever it is...it has hidden the evidence. My brain can once again rest easy at least for now. The ogre says I am getting the picture. I DON"T WANT THE PICTURE SIR, not if what I just witnessed is a preview of things to come. Subscribe to Onlyfans, DM Queen Clara. Can I DM queen clara to serve a lawsuit for intentional infliction of emotional distress? Apparently he wants to talk. I don't know how the courts will treat a claim that requires a jury to witness that which will reduce them to blithering madmen, I suspect that would simply result in a mistrial, assuming the judge still had enough sanity left to rule on anything by then. My new life of being "dominated" by someone that can't even dominate their own moobs awaits, which we are told we will love, I will not love that at all sir, I am forever changed and not in a way that will be appearing in a sappy Hallmark movie about someone Finding Themselves. We still haven't found your nipple much less ourselves and the FCC won't have it. Not one little bit.
2:24-2:50 The ogre leans back, the flab recedes and once again we are faced with the reality we cannot accept. THE NIPPLE IS NOT THERE. In profile as we are told about a luxurious life the line of the corset, the gibbering moob flesh, and the general rotund nature of his body reminds me of a company logo, but the name eludes me. The nipple also eludes me, it cannot be in the cleavage, the one remaining bastion of corset dominion on the right side of his body, surely it cannot reside there...even the surgeons can't have been that experimental. IT HAS NOTICED, Finally the ogre acknowledges the rebellion and swiftly crushes it back in the corset where rightly such unsolved mysteries must reside for all our sake'. The hands move away, back to unconvincing gesturing and resting on chair-arms. Those weren't for us, our eyes were supposed to avert. Avert from what? THERE WAS NOTHING TO AVERT FROM! Watch carefully though, the rebellion starts anew, the flesh is once again attempting to make a break for it, and now is helped by its accomplice on the left side. A briefer battle than any expected, the left falls silent like the guns of Stonehenge leaving the right to continue the struggle from a defensive posture, but the losses were heavy, and those skilled soldiers will never train the next wave going into the breach. Japan had this issue too, we saw how that went, and that solution might be the only path to free myself of the inexplicable absence I have witnessed.
2:51-3:20 Back to luxury, the right bides its time, waiting, watching. Sustaining an empire is required, the queen needs funds to do so, but a queen that cannot control her subjects must inevitably fall, but he is not that kind of queen, yet he denies he's that other type of queen appropriate to that which appears before us; he cannot be any queen even by his own reckoning! Yet funds are needed to build. Perhaps if that building involves something more photogenic than a un-ironed black sheet in the corner. Maybe. The sheet annoys me yet it provides some distraction from the from the slow march of moobress back out of the corset, constant yet barely perceptible.
3:21-3:59 You should put off taking over the world until you can reconquer the right side of your corset. The screen is talking to me again, the ogre is pointing and asking if I understand, I cannot understand that which by its absence once again cannot be ignored, the rebellion is proceeding at a rapid pace aided by a marauding flab battalion. The flab may have given before, hiding from view That Which Is Not, but now it takes and takes. It's taken up a very fringe position and is cutting off supply lines to the corset, which is rapidly succumbing, the question of Frill or Nipple once again forces its way to the front of our psyche. Did I say the correct thing? What did I miss, I better not be taking any steps anywhere right now. Nor should you, that moob is going to pop out like a horrific flesh slinky and walk across the floor, possibly down the stairs if it keeps up the momentum to get there. Is it over? I hear words that can free me from this hell! NO! The middle fingers mount a surprise attack and containment is nearly breached by this sudden disturbance, fortunately it fades to black before we once again are subjected to the Nipple That Is Not.
