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Things I should have been doing with my creative time: writing
What I did instead: started on.... this thing
#WIP#loz#botw#totk#the storyboard for this came to me fully formed#...okay 90 percent formed#the sound is glitchy#and it cuts off abruptly#but I think I got a lot done for one day of work#will I finish the full song?#how far behind will working on this put my kh fic?#who knows#certainly not me
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Dear Wormwood PART 1
(slight tw for bright color at the end)
#I have to split this thing up because the current version without cutting it is fucking. 477MB ARGHH#SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT!!!#part 2 will be a while depending on whether I do the oc animatic(s) before picking this up again#or I might just take a break who knows lol#went back and added the clips at the end because it feels cut off so abruptly. the rest of the song is pretty drawn out and slow though#Lego Monkie kid#lmk#Monkie kid#lmk spoilers#monkie kid spoilers#lmk season 4 spoilers#lmk s4 spoilers#monkie kid season 4#monkie kid s4 spoilers#lmk mk#lmk xiaotian#lmk qi xiaotian#lmk ink mk#lmk ink#animatic#my art#myart#dear wormwood#lmk fanart#lmk fan art#lmk animatic
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If iwtv s3 doesn’t open with Lestat doing a genius lyric breakdown video or wired autocomplete interview mimicking s1 opening with the Daniel Molloy ad,,,, that’s a missed opportunity
#rolin jones take NOTES#I want to see some somber ass pretentious ass lyrics being sung by Sam Reid to no music only to have him go#‘uh yeah this part is self explanatory’ or go off on a huge tangent that gets abruptly cut half way through in the edit#imagine Lestat flinging those little foam boards after answering ‘Who is—XYZSongTitle—by TVL about?’ for the 6th time and it’s just Louis#iwtv#interview with the vampire#loustat#the vampire lestat#lestat de lioncourt
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I listen to The Red Gate by 1000 eyes for the hit game signalis and I try not to ugly cry about it
#WHY IS THIS SIGNALIS SONG IN PARTICULAR THE ONE THAT GETS ME#man just. the way it ends abruptly. the thing reaching out to you is cut off from you.#it ends right as the radio screeching starts swelling and to me!!! that is Ariane!!!#she’s calling to you#Elster#in the only way she can now#it’s just so good. it’s got that vibe of exploration and danger#you’re going to pass through into the unknown!!! no turning back you can’t now#you’re being summoned#maybe it’s not that idk I should see when it pops in game#but yeagh#lynx rambles
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Never ever ever ever ever ever in my life getting over the way these panels in vol 10 parallel each other. Just btw
#trigun#trimax spoilers#the fact that vash's comes before ww is even gone#the fact that ww's is so abruptly cut off#just. head in hands. nightow why did you do this to me
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dance dance mv — making of
[part 1 of 2. flip me over]
#fall out boy#joe trohman#pete wentz#patrick stump#andy hurley#time capsule#on film#makingd2#sorry it cuts off so abruptly i had like no leeway if i was to keep it strictly 2 parts !!#also reupload cus i think it got fucked up blogside loool
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"So you agree?" "That's right..." "What a waste of a lovely night~"
(^ the guy who is filling the brainspace with stars)
#disco elysium#disco elysium skills#de skills#de electrochemistry#de volition#volistry#volition#electrochemistry#skillshipping#voliart#cepts is under the cut but we won't count xer hkjh <33#oughrhg if i could make a lovely night animatic. if i had the time or energy!!!!! I WANT THEM TO DANCE AND BICKER!!#''this could never be; you're not the type for me'' [volition knowing that echem's type is EVERYONE] ''*really?*''#a lot of the animatic would be volition walking and echem cheerfully twirling around him and singing and voli's not having any of it#and echem starts walking off in front of him and VOLI STARTS SINGING and echem abruptly turns and ABSOLUTELY LIGHTS UP GLEEFULLY#alas. different animatic i want to do. i will just think about it intensely in my head.
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gentle like a wave
Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt 269: Living Weapon
[Summary: it's not as easy as thought to use this weapon]
“Bloody hell,” one of the men breathe, bug eyed and gaping. She sighs and places down her shears – her flower dead-heading is clearly a job that’s going to have to wait for another day.
They’d burst through the waterfall with gleaming guns and preposterous postures. The same story, then, and she reads that truth in the leader’s eyes as he blusters his way forward, a demand already tracing the shape of his lips. There’s an ugly-looking moustache quivering above his upper lip. She crosses her legs, tucking her ankles neatly away, backed against her latest crop of flowers. Sitting down, she’s found, puts them on the back foot constantly. They expect one image; have no idea what to do with what she gives them.
They’re all clearly shocked by what they’ve discovered here. What story was it this time? A push through the water and there would lie a sword, enchanted beyond all measure. Splash droplets from hair and wrap a hand around the greatest machine gun in history. Wipe eyes and find a bomb that’d end all wars. The leader – a commander, by the badge on his lapel – has begun to put together the pieces. Behind the water, behind all the strife to get here, and you’ll find a weapon. And well, it’s not bloody likely to just be her shears now, is it?
“On behalf of the United Squadrons, I am requesting your use,” the Commander says, wobbling himself to his full height. She presses fingertips against the seam of her trousers.
“That’s not how we do things here, Commander,” she says flatly, and continues before she has to listen to any bluster. “Tell me what you want.”
His eyes water. At his side, his hand flexes, though the handgun tucked in his holster remains sheathed. She hopes it stays that way: threatening their way to what they want never works out well. “You are the thing we’re looking for?”
How am I meant to know if you won’t tell me what it is? But it’s obvious, since no-one other than old Nana ever comes here for other means, so she gives him a gentle incline to blow his heartbeat wild. A bead of sweat hangs like a pearl, suspended at his temple.
“Then you must understand,” he begins, quick-paced, a little sanctimonious. “There is a war going on out there and-”
“No. I said tell me what you want. Not what’s going on.”
The man blinks. Behind him, his soldiers too. She sees the nervous licks of their lips, the hungry ones too. How long have they travelled to find her? There’s a hollow sort of look to their cheeks, but then she finds the soldiers often do end up concaved in face. Cheeks first, then the skulls. Once, such a man had stumbled in here and died before he could even tell her anything. His broken skull, along with his better condition bones, lie underneath the oak tree some stone throw’s away.
At least, despite the blinking, he gets to the point. “I want your power.”
“To?”
“To-? To destroy the enemy, of course! To bring justice to the land, to restore order, to-”
“No.” She nods to herself. “Next.”
The Commander stares at her, mouth hanging open. It’s quite an unseemly look to the man, so she glances to the man hovering a few steps behind. Maybe he’s the next-in-command, standing slightly closer to denote that; mostly, she just finds the next face she can. One hand reaching up, she beckons him forward with a twitch of her fingers, a raise of her brow when his step falters. His eyes dart to his Commander, uncertainty spoiling blue eyes like a damn rainstorm.
“What do you mean next?” the Commander blurts out with, cheeks going steadily red. “Didn’t you listen to me? I said-”
“I heard.” Her tone creaks, an old floorboard in distaste. “I’m not convinced by you.”
“Not convinced? Lady, do you know who you are talking to?”
She blinks, once. “Next. I won’t ask again. Either it’s next, or you’ll all leave.”
“We most certainly will not, not until you have-”
“Remember what you have come for.” Her voice now is gentle, in the way the sea goes before a massive wave rushes in to sweep a land clear. The Commander freezes, a man well acquainted with the gentle sort of danger. His throat throbs, a pulse she can see, easy enough to rip out. His eyes bulge, fish-like; she watches his thoughts go through him like the water from the waterfall.
There is this: the Commander might be the sort she doesn’t deal with, but he knows when to step back.
Stiffly, mind you, with his own distaste echoing around his face, loud as a church’s bell. Bewildered for a moment, his second is left standing on the precipice. There is a space to be filled, and she waits with expectation.
This second man takes a deep breath and a small step forward. His gun, which had been mostly lowered from the moment they’d all locked eyes with her, goes completely slack to his side. She reads his threading nerves, pounding a sickening drumbeat behind his skin.
“Tell me what you want,” she says.
The man exhales, a gust of wind to graze her cheek. “I want you to help us free the people.”
She says nothing. The gap in which to be filled, and he does not disappoint in understanding the intention. Cautious words, stalking a deer through a crispy field, he keeps on speaking.
“They suffer under a regime. I don’t know if what we intend will be better – I can’t predict it – but I know I want to try and make a place better than what it is. I want to improve things, for them.”
She taps her fingertips against the seam. “Thank you for your inquiry,” she says, and purses her lips. The man understands this too, bowing his head and waiting in silence, even as his Commander makes a few huffing noises somewhere behind him. She flexes her other hand, fingers weary already.
But this is how the agreement must go. They can ask, and if they give her an answer that meets her requirements, then she has to say yes, weariness or not.
A weapon cannot be too tired to fire, after all.
She raises her head, and gives him the answer.
#flash friday fiction#flash fiction#writeblr#short story#anna's writing#word count: 1066#I had to cut this off more abruptly than I'd planned#because apparently I'd gotten so into this I'd written too much over the 1k#like how this ends anyway!
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WHEW BOY I have been sitting on this animatic for 2 YEARS 🙃.
I first posted this as a WIP on DA here and I planned on finishing it way sooner, but I never got around to getting back to it until now. I think the main factors that made me procrastinate so much was that for a long time I didn’t know how to fill in certain gaps of the animatic. I didn’t know how I wanted it to look… Then I finally chipped away at it again maybe last year? Or several months ago… and I finally filled in the rest of the gaps. And then, because I felt like the audio was too low, I wanted to put subtitles to make sure you knew what they were saying. But then that became too tedious, which made me stall more… and eventually I just decided to amplify the audio to make it louder, and ditch the subs. And now we’re here. I see things that could be better/fixed and made to look nicer, but I’m calling it done lol. Overall, I do still like how this came out, and even though it’s really janky and messy. Audio was taken from here!
#my art#my ocs#original character#Troy and Alice#Troy#Alice#g/t#gt community#gt fluff#gt#g/t community#KB animates#Oh also you may notice that the audio cuts off abruptly at the end and that’s because well… the audio ends there#but I wanted to add in one final scene of Troy smiling#so….#yeah#lets just use our imagination🌈 and pretend that the audio keeps going! 😄
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Blackouts went so crazy yesterday, they cut the light 5 times in a spawn of 12 hours, I thought I was going crazy
#the worst thing about this is that we have to continue with our lifes#which means I have to do homework regardless#now tell me how the fuck am I supposed to edit a video if they just gave me 6 hours to do it#and i had NO IDEA when they were going to cut it#i literally went blind on it yesterday#my computer shut off abruptly twice yesterday while I was doing homework#my sister said she heard my desperation from her room#im going crazy#can the government work for something#or at least rain#ney talkies#ecuador blackouts
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I’m going through some old files in 4thewords to make space, and ugh, it is painful to skim through these not-even-one-year-old Oshi No Ko fanfic drafts…
#I get that it happens for most stories when they are ending#but ugh#in this case it’s like we’ve been in a state of incredulity for half a year#and then in these past few months grief hit#and it’ll keep on going for another three weeks as an open wound#and who knows for how long after that#for the story that could’ve been and wasn’t#for the characters that will never reach their potential#for the relationships abruptly cut off#we are getting a proper ending but what about the buildup to this ending?#should I still have hope?#or is it just going to hurt more#oshi no ko#oshi no ko fanfic writing#anyway kanakane for the win please escape this story unscathed
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you're not just a regular moron. you were designed to be a moron. (besties LOL)
━━★. *・。゚✧⁺ PORTAL 2 PROMPTS
Katya likely will never understand just how literal and accurate that statement is, and Iago’s already thin patience ( always thin around Katya. like two bickering children ) is cut short at her stupid, dumb, annoying comment. Pretending as though they hadn’t been looking forward to this all day, Iago starts to look through their pockets.
“Oh, Katya, I wanted to show you something I’ve found for my shop. I’m curious if it works,” they say casually, changing the topic abruptly.
They pull the ornate dog whistle out with a flourish and only pause for half a second to consider the ire it might earn them from the rest of her pack if it works as well as they hope it does. Worth it. tweeeeeeeeeee~
#worlds loudest most annoying high pitched whistle cut off abruptly as iago is mauled by the whole bar#silvertiefling#★. *・。━━━ 🎱 an extraordinary machine ~ ic#★. *・。━━━ 🪤 stupid intruders ~ inbox
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Pete's heartbeat has calmed down, as has his breathing. Now, only the sweet ache remains. Lingering on all the parts of his body Vegas touched. Vegas lays next to him, his hand supporting the weight of his head, his fingers running softly through Pete's hair, unlike before. Pete doesn't really have a preference, he's come to realize; he just likes it when Vegas takes care of him, no matter the way he does it. It's soothing, pleasant. He starts drifting; he'll probably be asleep soon, at this rate. Vegas' voice snaps him out of it. "You almost said it this time." The words make him suck in a shallow breath. He knows what Vegas means. It almost slipped out of his mouth, before he became aware of himself long enough to gulp it down. He hums. He doesn't open his eyes. "Hey, Pete," Vegas says in lieu of a proper answer. Pete prepares himself; he knows he won't like the next part. "If you had to choose between telling me you love me and having your dick cut off, what would you do?" Pete opens his eyes. He can see it: behind the bland expression on Vegas' face, the desperation in his eyes couldn't be more clear. It takes Pete half a second to decide. He turns around and grabs the knife resting on the bedside table. Vegas stops him. "Are you out of your fucking mind?!" Pete almost laughs, but manages to hold it back. "You told me to choose." Vegas' face morphs into something Pete hates. He looks hurt. He shouldn't be, not when he was the one who asked. Pete hands him the knife. "We don't need it for this, right? You can cut it off, if that's what you want." Vegas' eyes widen. He looks... scared, is how Pete would describe it. He almost says something about it before Vegas speaks first. "Pete... is it so difficult for you to say it?" Pete remains silent.
#today hasn't been a good day so this shouldn't even really be posted#it's very rough and it abruptly stops because inspiration ran out#but I finally had a mental image of how I wanted to write it so here you go#I'm fascinated by VP being weird in their desperation for each other#at least that's how I'd describe it#Pete is my weird little guy who would prefer to cut his own dick off than express his feelings <3333#I love him so so so so much#vegaspete#yu is writing
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This has been just sitting in my pile of WIPS and never plan on finishing it, so here is a little animation that I started a while back!
(Doja Cat super sucks but I really dislike making animations w/o sound OTL)
#Amethyst SU#Steven Universe#Amethyst Steven Universe#Animation#Flashing#//Warning it cuts off abruptly!#MyArt
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Inkubus x Reader || Headcanons
Plot/Topic: Ink develops a proclivity for transforming into a little grey cat whenever it suits him.
Warnings: x1 Mention of dead animals.
Tagging: @marinerainbow , @masqueradeball , @slxsherwriter , @your-mxnd-is-mxne .
You can turn yourself into a cat!?-
Mhm, of course, how do you think I travel? Do you think that I pay full fare???
... ...
He hasn't done this for centuries, so he's a little rusty at first; slipping on hardwood floors and tile on little paws, and other clumsy little mistakes. It's funny while it lasts, but he gets the hang of it quickly again.
He starts to transform whenever you're angry with him. You come home looking to tear into him for showing up at your work and theres a God Damn cat perched patiently on top of your couch. It tilts its head at you. Can you really be mad at an innocent little cat?? He knows he's cute, the bastard.
Transforms when you're asleep, and you have so many damn cushions he can't fit in your bed with you as a man, so that he can slip onto a pillow next to your head, curl up and take a nap with you. You wake up to find that sleek old grey cat purring by you.
Introducing him, as a your pet kitty, to friends and family who visit. XD He is the most grumpy, unresponsive pet in existance. He bites people if they try to pat him! He even nibbles your fingers a little too sharply- take That, Y/N.
Not-at-all responsive to catnip. No. Don't even think about that.
Startles you in the dark (When you get up in the middle of the night for water, after you turn off you TV at night when it was the only light in the room, when you're getting into or out of bed, etc) when suddenly you feel the brush of a tail against your legs, which is bad enough, and then he, a MAN appears in your room beside you. Jesus-
-christ, Ink, don't scare me like that!! I could've had a heartattack.
Oh, my bad. It didn't occur to me that you would be startled. I'll try to be more mindful in the future.
=_= ... yes you did. =_= And no you won't.
Yes, I did (: And no... I won't (:
Him being your emotional support animal when you're anxious, or having a particularly bad stretch with your depression, or you're just having a bad day, or you're sick. Him creeping onto your lap when you're in tears, like *sigh*... go ahead. And letting you cuddle his soft cat form. Him watching TV while you run your fingers through his fur so many times it's like silk by the time you're calm.
Take a moment here- imagine the moment in the middle of the night when you're cosy in your bed, mostly asleep by awake enough to notice the moment Ink changes back from a cat into a man behind you. The dip getting deeper suddenly on the mattress by you and the warmth increasing on your back. The purring changing into a contented, human sigh as he shifts and wraps an arm around you to guide you closer.
Inkubus giving you a neighbourhood reputation as a witch!! Everyone knows about the mysterious, dark grey cat that wonders around your home. How it won't respond to anyone but you. How you'll notice it out your window, let it in and then... well, some people (busybodies. curious children. the folk across the way who happen to look over out their kitchen window at just the right moment) have noticed through that same window: what looks to be a man in there who wasn't there before, all of a sudden. Sometimes there's a kiss between you and Him.
The Man is always glimpsed through your windows, but he is never seen entering and he's never seen leaving your house- just that cat.
Its all very odd and strange to everyone and sometimes Ink will wonder, as the cat of course, over to other houses just to hear what they're saying about him. Maybe you're caring for an unwell relative? Maybe you're a kidnapper? Maybe you summoned something unsavoury one night and it wont leave? He likes that last one, best. They don't know how right they are~ Though he summons himself, thank you very much. He should summon himself right into their bedroom in the middle of the night and give them a good scare for thinking of him as such a low-level imp.
What must the rest of the street think? You wonder outloud one afternoon, chuckling and shaking your head after shooing Ink away from the window. They see a cat come in, they see a cat go. And then there's an old man in my kitchen they never saw come in.
Oh, they think that you abducted your invalid grandfather, he tells you casually, hanging over the stew you're brewing and sneaking a taste.
Your head snaps his way. -what!?
And, of course- Inkubus does not need any excuse, to be a menace... but I'm sure being a cat does allow him to play a few tricks on you, and perhaps the neighbours, that he couldn't as a man XD Like popping out of small dark places to startle you, like leaving small dead animals on particular neighbours front door mats, etc. He cant help it. He's a menace.
#i never know how to finish hc sets so i'm sorry if this just cuts off very abruptly#Inkubus x Reader Headcanons#Inkubus x Reader#Inkubus#Headcanons
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A month ago I had the passing thought that I didn't like Taylor Swift when I was younger because I was behind her eras and it was a really casual observation then but every day I find new ways it's true
#college i would say was like my speak now-fearless era. swooningly and a bit shallowly romantic and discovering my voice#reading the most into the least and building up relationships in my imagination and so on (in a good young way)#so 1989 was way too cynical for me and i didn't like her at all#but then literally age 22 i fell in love with a 30 year old who jerked me around emotionally and then abruptly cut me off#and i bobbed my hair and got very girl power dismissive of men#and then had an identity-shattering event and had to pick up the pieces and find the faithful love at the bottom#and then had a whole bit about reclaiming my femininity and happiness and letting go of anger#and then! evermore came out and i had no idea about the cultural impact i just had heard people raving about her new sound#so i listened to it on a road trip and we were on the EXACT SAME PAGE. mind opened.#legit though i did a (tame and Christian) speedrun of red-1989-reputation in like a year and 2 months. yikes#taylor swift#maybe also this is why folklore doesn't super resonate with me. just didn't match my journey#(ugh sorry i hate talking about my Journey but one of our interns says it all the time and it gets stuck in my head)
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