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suchananewsblog · 1 year
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‘Peter Brook was the force that propelled us’, says Shantala Shivalingappa
My first memory of Peter: early 1990, sitting with him in his office at the Bouffes du Nord in Paris, as he narrated the story of The Tempest and described Miranda’s character to me. More than what he said, I was struck by his luminous presence, his piercing blue eyes and his liveliness. It was the beginning of a new and grand adventure for my 14-year-old self. He opened the doors of a brave new…
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fried-trash · 1 month
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People on discord seemed to like the wips of the new Misty design for Project Tempest, might as well share them here too
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A couple of Ishmael centric fic bits before i pass out because it's 3am rn
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flyingsliceofpiart · 7 months
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Plushie Ye'Len has a quarterstaff now! Added magnets so she can actually hold it (somewhat)
Went to a stormy seaside for an aesthetic photoshoot, seemed fitting since she is a tempest domain cleric
This is the second ocean plushie Ye'Len has seen and been photographed with now! So that is quite exciting since she is a pirate in game :))
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project-tempest-au · 7 months
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"You toons are pissing me the fuck off. Rainmaker, Chip, get these pathetic rodents out of my office before I turn them to ash like the rest that wanted "a little chat" with me."
The Wildfire | Helen Bonpyre
Has taken over C.O.G.S. Inc. by unknown, presumably violent means. They took the company that had been losing a battle against the toons for years and allowed it to rise to a power beyond what anyone could have wanted. Their influence spreads like a wildfire, even beyond Toontown.
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undeadvinyls · 11 months
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mean green zombies from outer space
from L to R, up to down: lorr'aine, henrique, clara'beth, tempest, scarlet, victoria, dalton, ivory
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l-polarisb-l · 2 months
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Guess who’s been cooking recently
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fried-trash · 7 months
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the girls finally getting their 5 minute break in a 15 hour work day
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tempesthreads · 10 months
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If I added Ena into the vent art pile I probably would've emotionally combusted.
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herseyboktan · 2 years
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My favorite male characters
Itachi
Alucard
Takasugi
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Mikoto
Kuro
Chuuya
Veldora
Gaara
Suzuya
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This is the most unexpected pairing I think my brain will ever come up with, but I'm going to let you all know that once these exams are over (and possibly before, depending on my sanity), I'm not going to be normal about these two, how much they have in common, and how deeply depressing and beautiful and fascinating these two are shipped together.
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bweepy · 1 year
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pure elements doodles
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project-tempest-au · 6 months
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OMG DOOM YURI!! <— just read the fanfic
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oogh yeah that was just a small chunk of what I have planned to write out for this au. there's a LOT of notes I have written out but not enough to write out a coherent story. I do plan on eventually writing more but it will be a while
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somacruising · 1 year
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The room Van had given Sync was on the outskirts of Daath. It was a small room and not well-lit inside, little more than a shed.
Until now, Sync had thought this was fine for keeping out of sight and out of mind. But he couldn’t help thinking about the new Ion’s room that he’d seen that day. Despite the fact that it was a temporary room, there were no cheap items in it that would bring down the dignity of the space. The clothes and hair ornaments must have been custom-made, of course.
“Damn it!” Sync threw the pillow on his hard bed against the wall.
‘What's so different between us? I'm the fifth, he's the seventh... I was born first! Why didn't they choose me?!’
He felt he was becoming mad with jealousy. He hit the bed's wooden frame, kicked the chair, and, lastly, flung off his mask. Trembling with rage, he traced the outline of his face with his fingers.
'We have... the same face... If you don't need me, don't keep me alive!'
As his fingers slid on his cheeks, he couldn’t resist thinking about what he saw in the chapel.
'Arietta protects the Fon Master, and is protected by her monsters...'
Sync believed that people spent their lives creating bonds with others by protecting them and being protected in return.
‘I have no one to protect, and no one will ever protect me. I don't have any bond with anyone.’
He was just alive, completely excluded from this circle called the world. No one truly needed him. He had no place to call his own.
Sync couldn't forgive the ones who created him. They may blame it on the Score, but it is humans who rely on the Score the most.
‘I want revenge, but on whom!?’
Sync cursed his foolish existence, that held no hope for a future, and wept.
—Shiro no Ashita, Volume 2
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