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pinkydoggy83 · 4 months
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⭐️⛳️ — Finally drew some Trolls that have been on my list. I think I fell more in love with Viva’s design now that I drew it.
I would make it angsty and say that Viva uses makeup to cover the large scar on her face because that was the largest cut she got from a Bergen attack. But I also just think she loves doing her makeup and I don’t wanna ruin that for her. BUT IMAGINE-
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brunchcoded · 4 months
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FINALLY LISTENED TO THE FULL TROLLS 2 SOUNDTRACKS WHY DID THEY HIDE ALL THESE BANGERS BY ONLY PLAYING LIKE 3 SECONDS OF THEM??? THE ATOMIC DOG REMIX WITH ANDERSON.PAAK AND MARY J BLIGE?? YODEL BEAT BY THE SAME COMPOSER WHO DID THE BLACK PANTHER AND MANDALORIAN?? ROCK RULES???? I know movies have a limited run time but man 😭😭😭😭😭 they made an album of no skip fucking fire (except the mashup poppy makes them perform in lonesome flats that thing hurts me as much as it hurt delta dawn lmao)
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raysell · 2 months
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Sorry for not uploading drawings and been busy
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We are fried :D
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anllithix · 1 year
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Parte 2
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secretpostsposts · 3 months
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¡Hola!✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧ Casi llegando al final de la segunda película, Obsessive!JD va al territorio de los trolls del Rock, solamente por curiosidad por todo ese asunto de la gira de Barb. Llegando en el momento justo en dónde aparece Branch en el globo aerostático y precencia el momento en el que convierten a Branch en un RockZombie. ¿Cómo reaccionaria?
well this would be a bit chaotic; and I mean totally crazy. If John Dory were there to see how his little brother sacrificed himself for a troll that John does not know, he saw him renounce his free will, become a shadow of himself, he saw him 'reborn', for a queen of Rock who blindly believed what to do that was good.
John was at the top of the stands, he arrived there because he heard that all the trolls were taken there by the Rock Trolls, John just wanted to know if Branch was alive, if he would be there, and if so, get his brother out of there. and take him away from the Rock Trolls madness.
So he arrived, there was just a big hot air balloon with what he recognized as Reggueton and K-Pop Trolls, and just there, he easily recognized that little troll, he knows him.
It's his brother's baby, his Branch.
So when he saw him jump and that lightning hit him, he felt like the air had been knocked out of him, his little brother.
He shouted as loud as he could, which surprised him since he had no more air in his lungs, but this came from his heart, his brother was there right there, and he couldn't keep her safe; another failure to his list.
That crazy queen had turned him into a zombie, she wasn't his brother, his baby would never look like that.
He could feel the gaze of many trolls on him but he didn't care, if someone tried to stop him, John would hit him and get him out of his way, he heard many bones crunch, he didn't care who he hurt, he just needed to get to Branch.
and so he did, he jumped on stage and tackled that Queen of Rock, he threw the guitar away from her, and he had no mercy,
He hit her and hit her, she could feel the hot liquid stain her knuckles and her face, John was growling and yelling at her, insults, threats, how he would kill her for messing with his brother, she only stopped when she heard Branch growl, it was a warning growl. John knows them and he's done a lot like that before, but having his brother do something against him shocked him a little, so he growled in response, this made Branch moan and start to shake when John approached him and hugged him. John didn't care about the blood that stained him and the bloody and traumatic scene that he made the other tribes see. He only cared that his baby brother was okay, and now he just had to get him out of this trance that the Rock Queen put him in.
He moved away from Branch but took his arm to keep him from moving away. He could now see the Queen. She certainly did a number on his face. She would get up and order him to be caught. She would order Branch. That only made John Dory. he will get more angry.
"How do I free him?" John looked into her eyes, or well into her eye that wasn't covered in blood and swelling, she moved away from her when John took a step towards her.
“Get away!” she yelled at him.
John Dory just smiled at him, a smile that he used sometimes when someone tried to mess with his brothers, he could see how other trolls got as far away from the stage as they could; He looked askance at the guitar, he didn't need the 'queen' to tell him how to free his brother, he could do it.
He dragged Branch with hers, her brother couldn't resist, the girl Branch tried to protect yelled at him to let him go, John ignored her, he has more important things to do than deal with a brat.
"DON'T TOUCH THAT" the rock troll tried to take the guitar from her when John picked it up, still holding Branch's arm, when he saw that the 'queen' got close enough, he turned quickly and hit her with the body of the guitar on the back. Face, a wet and metallic CRACK was heard; The girl fell to the floor complaining of pain, and the guitar in John's hand broke, he threw it at the rock queen watching the strings on it fade away.
John just scoffed watching the brat get devastated, she didn't care about being gray, as long as she had Branch.
"What happened?" John turned, he heard his neck creak because of that but he didn't care, Branch was right next to him, gray, but free from Rock's control.
"Baby Branch!" John shouted with joy, and hugged his brother, he sobbed a little, finally he had his baby brother in his arms again, and no one would ever take him away from him.
(in the end Cooper and Prince D do what they did in the movie and everyone sings and so on, except Barb and Branch, because Barb has a broken jaw and John Dory doesn't let Branch get close to anyone and vice versa, Branch doesn't know why. everyone seems so scared of John and John is all smiles and silly things; but cold stares when Branch isn't looking; and Branch is more worried about the blood on John, because he thinks John is the one who's hurt) it's hilarious
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starzwithapen · 4 months
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Haven't rlly been drawing much so here r sum Slates :3
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Copper C. Capriccio
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(Please do not use, trace, or repost my works anywhere without explicit permission from me thank you <3)
Another another trolls oc because it’s funnnnn
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juksanr1 · 3 months
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If you are interested and wondering if I am still alive, I have 2 drawings for you:
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Pomni and-
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Copper!♡ (apocalypse au - my au) & in the lower right corner - the body that copper beat up (hence the blood everywhere)
Regarding the book Prisoner by JD Au: I've been writing a new chapter for 3 days, but I'm not sure when I'll publish it, because I set myself the goal of finally writing the perspectives of all the brothers (except jd) in one chapter.
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cave-monkey · 4 months
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Favorite thing from the books that I bring up anytime I get the opportunity:
The mountain the Buddha dropped on Sun Wukong wasn't enough to actually contain him. The seal had to be added later because Sun Wukong was clawing his way out.
#jttw personal#also it's only because Sun Wukong managed to dig himself partly free that his head and hands were exposed at all#he was originally (apparently) crushed under the mountain in his entirety and that's how they were going to leave him#like at least this way he had air and light and could kind of see things#gah#always reminded of this during events like that story later with the gold and silver horn brothers where they keep desperately throwing#MULTIPLE mountains at him trying to stop him and he just shoulders them and keeps coming#it took like...four or something? to finally put him down temporarily#five phases mountain was a very SPECIAL mountain sure#but it was still only (mostly only) one mountain#look everyone had a reason to be shitfaced terrified of the guy is all I'm saying#even the Buddha THOUGHT it was enough (he was even about to just leave entirely) but thankfully for Heaven he was convinced to stay for a-#'ahahaha how are we nOT DEAD-' party of the kind where everyone talks mad shit like they're not still vibrating with adrenaline#and in the middle of this some poor Minister comes sprinting in (I like to imagine Professor Quirrell with the troll) all#“The Great Sage!!! His head is sticking out!”#and once again the Buddha is the only one keeping chill and drawing up his seal while everyone promptly forgets to be cool and freaks out#and when THAT'S wrapped up he then decides to throw in the 'molten copper and iron pellets' thing on his way out the door#which I'm taking as him being super annoyed#I guess that's still better than 500 years crushed immobile in the airless dark but like#I don't know that's definitely a toughie in the 'would you rather' game#entirely appropriate this is the first post here I literally never shut up about this#this isn't even all of it
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cloudydayjoy · 2 years
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Troll Hilda redesign
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gentleeclipsey · 10 months
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My list of trolls so I'll remember them and for those interested:
Salem
Drask
Ruma
Twins (unnamed)
Yellowtail
Tunt
Gator
Copper
Dicta (Dictatious Galadrigal)
Cathedral
Feel free to ask about anyone, I've got plenty of info.
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meowww-ffxiv · 1 year
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Mordred never did understand Zenos, even to the end. An existence like that was unfathomable to him. To clearly be capable of a kind of consummate love that it drove you to the far edge of the universe in pursuit of that spark of light you saw once, and only once -- the Warrior of Light, your adversary, the only one you feel enough of a connection to that you call him "friend" -- yet to feel nothing but dreary emptiness?
Still, he recognized what it was that Zenos offered him, what he meant by everything he did. Like yeah dude got no inhibitions and no reason to live so it wasn't like he gotta deal with his own fear etc. etc. to spaceship-fly himself to Ultima Thule. But that which drove him. Mordred understood.
It had driven Haurchefant to put himself between Mordred and a spear. It had driven G'raha across time and space to refute a future where Mordred would not survive. It had summoned Emet-Selch back, when Mordred faced Elidibus and was cast into the void. Something almost too raw and frightening to be called "love" but there it was.
Shattering the illusion of nihilism and despair. Transmuting a fated defeat to an absurd victory.
"At the end of everything I find you, my friend."
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amphitian-au · 2 years
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As a bronze blood lover, I wanna ask anything interesting about that particular caste?
You are now talking about two castes! Bronze Bloods, as you know them, and Coppers!
Copper: Closer to rusts, work in urban areas, and have a wider range of abilities.
Bronze: Closer to honey bloods, work in rural areas, and primarily have lusus based abilities.
Bronze bloods are usually farmers or work in agriculture. They primarily enjoy handling lusii due to their ability to commune with animals. While not as common, bronze bloods can work in more urban areas, particularly working as veterinarian. They are the beast keepers of the empire.
Copper bloods are more urban focused, working in a wide array of jobs from factories, mechanics, to servers. They can also work as butlers/maids, along with rusts. They share a great number of similarities with rust bloods, even sharing some psionic abilities, though, of course, the difference being their hues. Additionally, rusts tend to have a wider amount of psionic abilities while coppers tend to get the short end of the stick.
Bronze powers are strictly lusus based, Copper powers can range from mind reading, traditional psionics, or even mind control, though the latter is very very rare. As a result, there are fewer Coppers than Bronze bloods. Those with mind controlling abilities are often culled due to their threatening nature to highbloods. Trolls without psionic abilities are more likely to fall into the Bronze caste. Around 55% of the Bronze caste are without abilities, compared to 38% without abilities for rusts.
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writers-potion · 1 month
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Could you give any advice for "descriptive" writing of any scene or action scenes or mapping out the scenery (Mountains, forests, streets etc) - i believe this is a struggle for Non-English speaking writers due to lack of vast vocabulary.
Common Scenery Description Tips
Vocabulary is clearly an important part of description, but it doesn’t have to be a limit. The most important thing about description in fiction is picking the right details to mention:
How does the details add to the mood of the story? A mountain ridge will be dark, gray and foggy if the overall mood is meant to be mysterious/brooding. In contrast, a mountain can be brilliantly snow-capped, lush green and “smiling down” upon the character if they’re out for a light stroll.
How are the contrasts/complementary aspects being brought out?
Are you using the five senses? You can even combine the senses, ie. blue ringing of the church bells
(If you have the POV character) what 
Some other tips for setting description:
Use similes and metaphors. Creative figures of speech always get my attention as a reader. 
Mention story-specific elements. For example, “The sky was the shade of Zoes’ eyes” or “the mountains looked like a group of trolls sleeping on one another” 
Be concise. Today’s readers don’t want to read paragraphs and paragraphs about one landscape. Outline the larger elements in the scene, their location and general mood. Add some details, then move on. 
If the same location appears multiple times, differentiate the description little by little as you write, instead of trying to lay out one scene in too much detail at once. 
That said, here are some helpful words/phrases:
Forests/Mountains
Color: bone-white, phantom-white, hazy gray
Sound: rumbling, booming grumbling, bellowing clapping, trundling, growling, thundering
Shape: crinkled, crumpled, knotted, grizzled, rumpled, wrinkled, craggy, jagged, gnarled, rugose  
Action: sky-punching/stabbing/piercing/spearing, heaven-touching/kissing, snow-cloaked/hooded/wreathed/festooned
Sloping sides, sharp/rounded ridges, high point/peak/summit
Majestic, gargantuan humbling, vast, massive, titanic, towering, monumental, mighty, vast, humbling
Mountains having faces, etc. 
Seas
Color: blue-green, crystal-clear crystalline, emerald, frothy, hazy, glistening, pristine, turquoise
Size: boundless, abyssal, fathomless, unconquerable, vast, wondrous
Sound: billowing, blustering, bombastic
Action: boisterous, agitated, angry, biting, breaking, brazen. Churning, bubbling, changing, brooding, calm, convulsing, enticing erratic, fierce, tempestuous, turbulent, undulating
Alluring, blissful, betwitching, breezy, captivating, chaotic, chilly, elemental, disorienting
Deserts
Sight: A landscape of sand, flat, harsh sunlight, cacti, tumbleweeds, dust devils, cracked land, crumbing rock, sandstone, canyons, wind-worn rock formations, tracks, dead grasses, vibrant desert blooms (after rainfall), flash flooding, dry creek
Sounds: Wind (whistling, howling, piping, tearing, weaving, winding, gusting), birds cawing, flapping, squawking, the fluttering shift of feasting birds, screeching eagles, the sound of one’s own steps, heavy silence, baying wild dogs
Smell: Arid air, dust, one’s own sweat and body odor, dry baked earth, carrion
Touch: Torrid heat, sweat, cutting wind, cracked lips, freezing cold (night) hard packed ground, rocks, gritty sand, shivering, swiping away dirt and sweat, pain from split lips and dehydration, numbness in legs, heat/pain from sun stroke, clothes…
Taste: Grit, dust, dry mouth & tongue, warm flat canteen water, copper taste in mouth, bitter taste of insects for eating, stringy wild game (hares, rats) the tough saltiness of hardtack, biscuits or jerky, an insatiable thirst or hunger
Streets
Dusty, fume-filled, foul, sumptuous, broad, bucolic, decayed, mournful, seemingly endless, empty, unpaved, lifeless, dreadfully genteel, muddy, nondescript, residential/retail
Bleach, flimsy, silent, narrow, crooked, furrowed, smoggy, commonplace, tumbledown, treeless, shady
The blacktop streets absorb the spring sunshine as if intent upon sending heaven's warmth back through my soles.
The streets absorbed the emotions in the air, the city as the steady and reassuring mother.
The streets were a marriage of sounds, from bicycle wheels to chattering.
In the refreshing light of early daytime, the streets had the hues of artistic dreamtime, soft yet bold pastels.
Cobbled streets flowed as happy rivers in sunlight.
Parties
Some extra tips for locations like parties, where lots of action is going around practically everywhere:
Focus on the important characters - where they are, who they’re with. 
Provide some overall description of the structure of the party scene (a pool, a two-storey house with yard?), then move on to details. 
Don’t try to describe everything. 
whirlwind of laughter and music, a symphony of joyous chaos.
It was a gathering that shimmered with the glow of twinkling lights and echoed with the rhythm of dancing feet.
The air was alive with excitement, buzzing with conversations and the clink of glasses.
Every corner held a story waiting to unfold, a moment waiting to be captured in memory.
It was a tapestry of colors, a mosaic of faces, each adding their own brushstroke to the vibrant canvas of the night.
Laughter cascaded like a waterfall, infectious and unstoppable, filling the room with warmth.
The night was a carnival of senses, with aromas of delicious food mingling with the melodies that filled the air.
Time seemed to slip away in the whirl of the party, moments blending into each other like colors on a palette.
The energy of the crowd was electric, pulsing through the room like a heartbeat, binding everyone in a shared moment of celebration.
It was a celebration of life, where worries faded into the background, and the present moment was all that mattered.
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anllithix · 1 year
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Cooper
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pratchettquotes · 8 months
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"All right, what happened?" said Vimes, turning to the troll.
"We're hearing where dis boy shot dis man," said Detritus. "We got here, next minute it rainin' people from everywhere, shoutin'."
"He smote him as Hudrun smote the fleshpots of Ur," said Constable Visit.*
"Smote?" said Vimes, bewildered. "He killed someone?"
"Not by der way der man was cussing, sir," said Detritus.
* Constable Visit-the-Ungodly-With-Explanatory-Pamphlets was a good copper, Vimes always said, and that was his highest term of praise. He was an Omnian with his countrymen's almost pathological interest in evangelical religion and spent all his wages on pamphlets; he even had his own printing press. The results were handed out to anyone interested and everyone who wasn't interested as well. Even Detritus couldn't clear a crowd faster than Visit, Vimes said. And on his days off he could be seen tramping the streets with his colleague, Smite-The-Unbeliever-with-Cunning-Arguments. So far they hadn't made a single convert. Vimes thought that Visit was probably a really nice man underneath it all, but somehow he could never face the task of finding out.
Terry Pratchett, Jingo
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