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borf420 · 4 months
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Dumb ass storyboarding practice that doesn’t make sense? It’s what you all came to me for.
Gales of Song, Belle
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backtothethunder2023 · 5 months
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The Thundermans Return (March 2024): First Official Teaser Trailer
AAAAAAAAAHHHH IT'S HERE
(why does the thumbnail alone already has me in shambles)
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ctrl-lupin · 1 year
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OH!!!!! MY!!!!!!!!! GODS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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ah0yh0y · 1 year
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ive just realised that people dont read books for the analydis alot of people just dont care 10 dead 12 injured
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up-in-flames-writing · 10 months
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I've been tagged! Huzzah! Thank you @demondamage for tagging me & giving me four words to find in my drafts.
My words are Hidden, Return, Fight, and Cried. All of these snippets come from a project titled Roguish Types (I cannot give away the full title as it would be a big spoiler for the story.) All of the characters' names have been changed so as not to give away any important details, meaning B is always the same character, C is always the same character, etc, etc.
I can't give away much about this project yet, not cause it's paid & I've signed an NDA or anything. It's just that this whole thing is massive & a passion project, & I'll only reveal it once the time comes to start posting it on AO3. So for now it's just these snippets.
Hidden
The three of them stood in the entrance to the bathhouse, each one naked as on the day he was born, shivering beneath a towel to conceal his manhood, as the wind from outside the doorway whistled past them. C was the pinnacle of masculine physique, broad with a lean musculature, a slight cinch in his waist that led down a v-line decorated by a smattering of dark hairs that reached from his collarbones to just below the towel. His dark skin was painted with a mosaic of scars & shoddy street tattoos from his younger days, but the way he held himself, hands clenched around the towel, gave away a shyness uncommon to a fighting man, a man of the streets. B, on account of his taller stature, seemed almost bigger than life, his smooth body decorated with pale scars, his arm & leg muscles straining beneath his dark skin. His collarbones stood out from the half starved state he couldn't quite shake from the House, but a circle of fat sat comfortably around his hips, & the faint stretch marks across his waist & chest gave away his age. He, too, was decorated in a selection of tattoos, a murder of corvids of all shapes & sizes flying across his arms, & unlike C, he held his arms on his hips & his breast thrust forward like a puffed up raven, staring down the doorman with a singularly angry look. W, the only one of the three of them, seemed pleased, with a smile curling his upper lip. He watched his brothers, & almost strutted around the two of them. He was freakishly pale, inhumanly smooth where even the blondest of humans would have hairs down their arms & legs. His collarbones jutted out like on a corpse, & his body was so vertically straight that no one could tell where his waist ended & his hips began, not even a noticeable v-line or a peaking bush was able to help. He was leaner than C, & smaller in the upper area than B, but the toned definition of his arms & legs reflected his hidden strength, & his scarred body proved that he had survived many a tumble. However, unlike the other two, W had not a single ink marking on his body, & the way his golden eyes scrutinised the flowing lines & bleeding colours had the two men looking at him with confusion.
Return(ed)
"I've lost… Everything." T's voice was hardly above a whisper, but the tremble within it could have been loud enough to make mountains shake. B sat opposite him, a knife twirling between his dark, calloused fingers. "I know, thief." The softness of that word. It was almost affectionate. "My tower was everything I ever knew." The tremble in his voice only worsened, his sunken in eyes trained upon the glinting edge of B's knife, almost as if he could see the reflection of the flames within it. His eyes followed the blade as it flew skyward, before it disappeared behind B's head full of long, auburn hair, "I know, T. I know." With a single motion, the low ponytail that had been tied at the base of B's head fell away. The reddish hair fell like a fountain of blood from a neck, before landing behind B's tall frame, completely out of sight. T didn't realise what he had seen until the blade returned to B's lap, a red hair still glinting along it's sharp edge like the remaining droplets of life.
Fight
The Baron was a balding older man, bent-backed & with a tremble to his upper lip as he appraised the man on the gallows with a sneer. B met that sneer with a matching one of his own, a fire sparking within his eyes that had C shivering again, a thrill shooting down his spine at what he imagined such a man could do. It almost made him excited to imagine him getting free, how glorious a battle, not just a mere fight, they could wage. And the winner, even in his mind, was unclear.
Cried (Cry)
It was as if he was moving through water, too slow to get to her in time. He saw the lightning bolt howling in her direction, electric blue lines zigzagging through the air while her blank eyes stared at it, & her body clenched up in fear. B vaguely thought this might be C's doing, this treacle-slow leap through the air, his own limbs encountering the resistance of time itself. But then he was beside her & it all seemed to quicken again. He thrust his body right in front of hers & the lightning bolt hit him straight in the chest. His vision went hot white in that moment, like a burning brand, & he vaguely heard the distant noise of a scream or cry, but he couldn't quite place who it belonged to. His entire body constricted & crumbled at the pain, his head splitting open & his limbs tearing themselves off. It all happened in a single second & he thought he could feel his heart stopping, before all went blank.
I'm gonna nominate... @thatradfailure & @bubblytarts & honestly anyone else who'd like to do this, I don't talk with enough people on here 😅
As for the words: Delicate, Survive, Help, & Claw.
Enjoy.
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theold-ultraviolence · 11 months
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how's day 2 of living with Avenged Sevenfold's 'Life is But A Dream...' you may ask
I'm still living in whatever dimension this album is from and I'm not planning on coming back
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balsemicvinegar · 2 years
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talking to my mom makes me so uncomfortable
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roadimusprime · 8 months
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DEATJ NOTE MUSICAL ADDED NEW SONGS
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izlaniusliddel · 9 months
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WELL TUMBLR HAS DECIDED THAT I'M A BRONY AGAIN
IT'S TIME TO TRAUMATIZE MYSELF EVEN FURTHER YAAAAAAAAAAAY
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jmrothwell · 1 year
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Sudden inspiration struck and now I am 1400 words into a prompt fill that I have NO ending for.....
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dorenarox · 2 years
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Oh hey, got a Virginia server! *Immediately loses* Nice.
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ryctone · 11 months
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Excuse me White Lily was the light of WHAT-
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iishmael · 8 months
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yeah i posted on linkedin that im starting the phd. and. yeah. so the. the person who's. uhm. so the person who would be my boss at my absolute dreamjob commented saying congrats and said i need to drop by for a coffee. im gonig feeral
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dangerousbride · 2 years
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I HAVE GASTROENTERITIS AND I ALMOST SH*T MYSELF WATCHING THE RE4 REMAKE TRAILER
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breakfastteatime · 1 year
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sturnsbaby · 3 months
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