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heretherebedork · 1 year
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The anxiety of eating in front of someone when you've been judged for eating... and then the smile and then the family, a whole family, eating together without judgement.
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galedekarios · 8 months
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seeing a post that basically confirmed the obvious disparity in content made me think more about a scene i would have liked to see with gale and that i've been thinking about for a while now.
i always felt a bit sad that his condition is so often treated as a joke by the fandom and to a lesser extent by the game itself. i always thought that this is partially down to the fact that we don't truly get so see gale actively be in pain due to his condition, other than brief glimpses and hints:
we do hear the urgency in his voice when he explains when and why he needs an artefact and the relief in his voice when the protag chooses to help him.
we see it, too, when he is afflicted by the arcane hunger condition:
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we get glimpses of it when he consumes an artefact:
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he mentions it, too, in his dialogues, but it's very much downplayed by gale or phrased in such a way that is meant to overplay it with humour, or perhaps even to distance himself from it by using metaphors:
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that is until we actually get to see it through his eyes, if only for the briefest of moments:
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*Its teeth, its claws, it's unstoppable as it digs through and becomes part of you. And gods, it is ever-hungry...*
gale also has an idle animation where he--quite often--reaches up to touch the orb, perhaps because it flares with pain, like an old wound is wont to do:
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(gif by @bladeofavernus)
from the last conversation we have with gale, and after catching all of these little moments of things he says or does with how the orb affects him, we learn that consuming the magic from artefacts no longer has any effect at all. the only solution that tara and he were able to find no longer works:
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it would scare him and imbalance him, and it would finally destabilise the orb, make it more volatile.
but what happens in the game after that? the orb becoming volatile enough for the artefacts to no longer have an effect has no consequences at all: you are able to do the tiefling party, all quests in the underdark, the entirety of the grymforge, and, should you choose to do so, the entirety of the mountain pass and rosymorn monastery without an incident at all or any mention of the condition itself/any discomfort or fear it might cause.
there's no urgency here, no follow-up, to what the narrative set up... and then we meet deus ex elminster and the orb is stabilised, and the urgency that came before literally is handwaved out of existence.
what i would have liked instead to happen--or at least to bridge the gap between the artefacts no longer working and elminster stabilising it to be used on mystra's behalf--is the following:
i think it would have been nice to have a scene with gale where we do get to see--on a much smaller scale--him losing control over the orb, have the protag and the companions see what he is trying desperately to keep contained within himself, what gnaws at him, what continues to haunt him.
it could happen perhaps after a particular gruelling and intense fight--and there are enough of that in the underdark and at the mountain pass. it could have been a ! conversation, providing both friendship and romance content.
have the orb act up after expending so much energy to manipulate the weave to the fullest of his abilities, have gale manage to reign it in, but barely, show that it takes a lot of power and effort for him to do so.
that it hurts, with none of gale's metaphors to hide behind or jokes to play it off.
have the audience truly see the gravity of what he is going through.
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mo-ok · 2 months
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the gang makes a devastating financial decision
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skitskatdacat63 · 8 months
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And this too, is vettonso to me:
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wereshrew-admirer · 1 month
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i was looking through fatt pinup week stuff from last year and i’d completely forgotten i had already done “pseudo-academic boyfriend lured into swamp by a barefoot animal-transforming ex-farmer” … they’re even wearing the same clothes (<-not a surprise, my costume design is laughable)???
which is very funny, but also an accurate comparison of how i imagine their relationship dynamics…
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musette22 · 6 months
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Ok but that feeling when you're reading a fic and something is just so unbearably cute that your chest kind of contracts and your hands and fingers go all warm and tingly? And you just have to stop reading for a bit and stare into space, whispering "oh my god, that is so fucking adorable" while you process the overwhelming cuteness? 🥺✨️💘 Unparalleled.
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iridescentis · 6 months
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i really want to do a full lore analysis of just add magic soonish because damn i just remembered how deep it goes like that show had backstory all the way to the 1800s
unfortunately i don't really have the time to watch a whole show and take notes but it is really cool how much worldbuilding they put into the show from the spices and the book to the actual full timeline that revealed itself through the time travel spells they used
as i've said before i also want to do the same for mako mermaids, because i feel like it was quite shadowed by h20 since that show holds so much nostalgia for people and they were basically aired for two different childhood eras i think, but it has SO much story and worldbuilding that i don't see talked about very often
there is a whole backstory of mermaid politics that is just brushed over which i really want to go back and analyse it fully because it is really interesting and deserves attention! mako mermaids added so much to the overall lore of this universe and i love it dearly i just have to find time to rewatch it
i talk about both of these shows at the same time because i feel like there are a lot of similarities in which their backstories are very detailed and they have a similar plot structure (which is probably intentional given the glaringly obvious similarities between just add magic and just add water) but yeah i just feel like they deserve a more thought out deep dive into everything they have because it is so much fun to learn about
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luckycharms1701 · 6 months
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so mikey's the type to fall fast and hard and then blaze out just as fast
wakes up, falls in love, goes to bed, falls out of love
but then he meets you
and when he goes to bed he dreams of you
and he's not the same when he wakes up
so he flirts and yearns and yearns and flirts
sometimes he hates that you take it as a joke so much that he wants to cry
but he will wait for you. he just has to keep believing
and then he's rewarded when you finally come to him
and the sun is in his smile, melting all the tears he'll never have to shed now that you're here, finally on the same page
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decarbry · 2 years
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Playing around a little with my Nomu!Aizawa... scars based on when he gets snatched, hair down to his middle-back, extra extra scruff because of an even more diminished ability to care for himself, a faded mark on his ring finger...
If you thought Aizawa couldn’t get more tired surprise! As a Nomu in my AU his main purpose is Shiggy’s alarm system (I love the head canon that Shigaraki is an Aizawa fan because he’s the kind of selfless hero he wished saved him as a child, so in this AU he gets that wish aaa). It means that even when he does get to sleep his quirk will open an eye automatically anytime something makes a noise near Shigaraki. I also kind of wanted to go with Kurogiri’s naming mechanic and give him a Nomu name that translates, so Yabureme is how he’s known!
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crystallizsch · 26 days
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ANOTHER BOOK 7 UPDATE FOR EN YEAHHH
AND GENERAL LILIA??? I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS OLD MAN
AND LEONA + EPEL CULINARY CRUCIBLE???
SILVER AND EPEL BIRTHDAY???? (very excited especially for silver's jp's platinum card groovy bc i wonder if it'll be similar to rook's where he doesn't make a goofy ass evil grin) (then again i can't imagine silver even remotely making that kind of face)
ALSO deuce SSR two months in a row??? damn yall deuce simps are being fed
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allastoredeer · 2 months
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I discovered Just kiss Already after you uploaded part 3 and I have a question. So Part 1 is 1 chapter, Part 2 is 2 chapters, Part 3 is 3 chapters. When you say your writing "the next fic" do you mean like ALL of Part 4, which you then break down into chapters before you upload them or do you upload chapters individually as you complete them?
The fics themselves aren't so much chapters as they are a serialized collection of fanfics that have an overarching plot.
The reason I'm writing "Just Kiss Already" as a series instead of a multi-chaptered fic is because each fic has its own little mini plot inside it. Each of them are a mini story that's gradually building up the larger story at play.
I'm also keeping it as a series because I go back and forth between POV's a lot. Hopping between POV's in a multi-chaptered fic can work, but I usually like keeping them contained to a single POV. It makes it easier on me and the reader, so I don't have to clarify which character we'll be following in each chapter.
It's a collection of stories that are all linked together, kind of like a TV show, but you can totally view them as parts too.
"De-Lovely" is part 1 , "Holy Suffering" is part 2, and "Damage Control," is part 3.
I've actually split up the entire plot of "Just Kiss Already" into three different arcs (or three seasons if the TV analogy helped), each with their own theme. But I shall not tell you what they are, because that would be spoilers 😈
Sometimes, I don't intend for the fic to be split into multiple chapters, but if it gets bigger than I expected, I break it up because it's easier on me when I get to the editing stage. Editing one large chapter is so much harder than editing a couple small ones 😅
I hope you're enjoying the series! I'm very excited to get into the juicer bits of the story 😏
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echo-goes-mmm · 3 months
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Old Friends Finale
Masterpost
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Note: Charlie, the doctor, uses they/them pronouns.
Warnings: death
They tumbled into the Dark, wrestling with each other in the black.
Laith could see Nightclaw, grayscale against the infinite expanse of pure void, but it was clear after a moment that Master was completely blind.
“You stupid bitch,” he snarled. Laith dodged a wild swing of his blade; it came down a scant inch from where his head was a mere second before.
He struggled against Master’s weight pinning him down. With Nightclaw unable to see, he finally had an advantage.
Laith wiggled out of Nightclaw’s grip, his pure rage and frustration making him sloppy.
He scrambled out of reach, and Nightclaw stumbled to his feet.
“Where are you?!” Master shrieked, swinging his blade into the empty.
Nightclaw suddenly stood up straight, eyes still searching uselessly into the black. He dropped his blade arm to rest at his side.
“Darling…” he cooed, voice soft and sing-song, “I know you’re still there.”
Laith didn’t dare draw a breath as Nightclaw’s eyes passed over him.
“I’m not mad,” lied Master. “Take us back, sweetheart. I promise I won’t punish you.”
Laith said nothing.
Nightclaw suddenly cried out, not in anger, but in pain. He dropped the dagger entirely, and fell to his knees.
Laith didn’t know what happened to people when they were left in the Dark. Some sick part of him wanted to find out.
Nightclaw’s hands pressed against his head, as if some great migraine was pulsing in his brain. He gasped, eyes wide open, and against the grayscale, Laith saw black void stream from his eyes.
It flowed off his jaw and into the Dark.
Master kept screaming, even as his eyes completely turned to pitch and his mouth began to drip.
“Laith! Help me!” he called out, desperate. “Please!”
He still said nothing, frozen in horror. Dark spilled over Master's lips.
“LAITH!” 
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“LAITH!” Theo screamed, but he was too late. Laith and Nightclaw were gone.
He frantically turned in circles, searching for any sign of them. They couldn’t have gone far, not with Laith’s condition.
“LAITH!”
Mateo and Beatrice finally caught up with him.
“What happened?” Mateo demanded.
“Look for them,” he ordered, “hurry!”
They flew up into the sky, scanning the city.
“There!” Beatrice called, pointing in the distance. She dived down, scooped Theo up under the arms, and they moved in a blur.
Laith sat on the concrete, hands over his mouth. He was rocking back and forth, eyes wild. There was blood spatter on his clothes, too much to only be his.
Beatrice put him on the ground and Theo raced towards Laith. She hung back, and Mateo hovered above her.
Theo put his hands on Laith’s shoulders.
“Laith, where’s Nightclaw?”
Laith didn’t seem to hear him. Tears streamed down his cheeks. His pupils swallowed up most of the vibrant purple of his eyes, pure horror and panic in his face.
“Laith!” Theo shook him by the shoulders. Laith’s eyes snapped to Theo, as if just now realizing he was there.
“Where’s Nightclaw, Laith?”
“He’s- he’s gone,” whispered Laith, trembling. “I killed him.”
Theo inhaled sharply.
“Oh god,” moaned Laith, “I killed him!”
Laith turned away, vomiting onto the street. Theo rubbed his back as he retched.
Beatrice approached, and Theo shot her a pleading look. She held up her hands, and Theo knew she understood.
“Where’s the body?” she asked, quiet.
Laith shuddered. “I left him behind. In the Dark.”
“The Dark?” she gently prodded.
“It’s… it’s where I go. When I use my powers.”
Theo remembered the dark cold Laith brought them through when they escaped Nightclaw. He wasn’t aware it was a place, but then again, he never thought about it. 
He filed away a note to ask Laith exactly how his powers worked.
“You killed Nightclaw and left him in the Dark?”
“N-no, I-” Laith scrubbed a hand over his face. “I- I took him there- and- and I got him off of me and… the Dark did the rest.”
“Go on,” Theo encouraged.
Laith shook his head and wrapped his arms around himself, clearly unwilling to say more.
Theo was suddenly very grateful that Laith was the type to value human life. He’d make the perfect assassin if he wanted to.
Theo, Beatrice, and Mateo exchanged looks. “Am I under arrest?” Laith asked wearily.
“No,” said Mateo, his voice firm. 
“It was self defense,” agreed Beatrice. “And I don't think any jury would convict you anyway.”
“Okay.”
Laith sounded so tired, and his frame was so small. Theo put a gentle hand on his shoulder, attempting to comfort.
“What do you want to do?” he asked, quiet.
Laith leaned into his leg, something Theo was sure he’d never do a mere few hours ago.
“I don’t know,” he mumbled. “He’s really just… gone.”
Theo empathized. Laith hadn’t said how long he was under Nightclaw’s boot, but it was long enough that he must feel directionless without him.
“You could come back with us,” suggested Mateo. “We have room.”
Laith turned to look at him, blinking slowly. “I’m not a hero,” he said slowly, as if he thought Mateo was an idiot. “ And I’m not exactly useful.”
“You don’t have to be,” assured Theo.
Laith stood up, legs shaky. “That’s not how the world works,” he protested weakly.
Beatrice and Mateo gave each other a look.
“Who cares?” she shrugged.
“I care!” Laith’s leg went out from under him, and Theo caught him under the arms.
“Do you think I can just-” he waved a hand around, wincing, “-stick around and, what, hope you don’t do something to me? That’s not how any of this works! Not out there, not in prison, not anywhere!”
Theo slung Laith’s arm around his shoulders, and he didn’t struggle despite his outburst.
Laith panted, tears dripping off his bruised jaw.
“Fine then. I guess you’ll just be our prisoner,” said Mateo, strangely nonchalant. Beatrice stepped away from him, shock on her face. Theo gaped at him, and Laith nodded as if his point was proven.
“You’ll have to get used to regular meals and healthcare, though. It’s policy for such horrible criminals like you,” continued Mateo, and Theo caught on. 
Beatrice smacked Mateo on the shoulder. Mateo winced. “Ow!” He rubbed at the spot. 
Laith tilted his head back to look at the sky. “Fuck you guys,” he said, without any bite.
Theo took that as a yes.
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Charlie was thrilled to finally have a permanent roommate in the complex, but it was months before Laith fully ventured out of his corner of the base for more than a quick shower.
Theo wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment, resentment, or both.
But now, he often tinkered in Theo’s shop. Sometimes he even offered to assist if he was in a good mood.
Theo occasionally caught him reading in a corner, or cooking in the kitchen. Laith made a mean lasagna and worked wonders with just beans and rice. Things that Theo wouldn’t have guessed he cared to do.
On the other hand, he still flinched at most touches and unexpected company, and small static shocks could send him spiraling into panic.
Theo installed a humidifier and removed the carpets to minimize the zaps, and everyone made sure not to accidentally sneak up on each other. Honestly, they should have taken care of that earlier anyway.
Laith also hated surprises, preferred quiet, and was always there to help Charlie patch the team up.
It worked for them. Laith wasn’t in the field, but no one would argue he wasn’t part of the team.
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“Hey,” greeted Theo, grabbing a mug from the cabinets. Laith was making some pasta. Pesto, from the looks of the sauce gently bubbling on the stove.
“Nope,” Laith shook his head, “not sharing.”
“Do I look like Charlie?”
Laith snorted.
Theo filled the mug with water and put it in the microwave. Mateo got onto him about making tea in the microwave, but honestly Theo couldn’t taste the difference that he insisted was there.
The microwave dinged, and Theo plopped in the teabag.
“I’m setting a timer for three minutes,” he warned Laith.
“Thanks.”
Laith drained the pasta, and poured the noodles into the pan of sauce. He folded the pasta into the sauce, sprinkling it with the good parm.
The timer went off.
Theo took out the teabag and dumped in two heaping teaspoons of sugar. He stirred it and took a sip. Laith grabbed a fork and started eating right out of the pan. A habit of his; to avoid cleaning more dishes. Something about wasting water, even though Theo had made a very efficient dishwasher for the kitchen.
“Hey,” said Theo, putting his mug down on the counter. “Are we friends?”
Laith stabbed some more pasta with his fork.
“What are you talking about?”
Theo shrugged. “I was just wondering.” He picked up his tea again. He tried not to be disappointed as he sipped at it.
Laith rolled his eyes. “Yeah we’re friends. You think I just stick around for the free room and board?”
Theo smiled at him. 
“Sap,” scoffed Laith.
Theo took another sip of his sugary tea, as Laith shoveled more pasta into his mouth like a starving man.
Laith had called him sentimental, naive, soft-hearted, and a sap, more times than he could count.
It was Laith-speak for love, a substitute for the ‘I-care-about-yous’. Just like how ‘don’t die’ really meant ‘please be careful’.
Laith rinsed out the pan before putting it in the dishwasher and leaving.
Theo watched him go. He finished his tea, closing his eyes.
He replayed it in his mind. “Yeah, we’re friends.”
Theo smiled to himself.
He’d always been a sucker for happy endings.
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ecoamerica · 2 months
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ellaspore · 1 year
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I watch Li Ming, and all I can see is anger Because Li Ming has the rage of teens and this sense of justice and he sees all the bullshit and can’t accept it Anger at the injustice of the world, the unfairness. The anger of a nephew seeing his uncle having nothing of his own, who keeps sacrificing himself for others. A teenager who wants something more for himself but without the means to achieve it. He is angry because he can’t be himself even when his peers, he keeps hiding because he is different, he feels different, he knows he is different. And so he wants to go away, run away, where he feels like he can be free. And then I watch Heart, and all I can see is loneliness The deep isolation he feels, which is not because of his disability but to choices made by his parents. Always repressed, on his own, with nobody to communicate with really. And searching solace in alcohol, a way for him to escape the reality he finds himself in.And I feel deep down he is starving for company, he desperately wants it and doesn't know how to go around and ask for it
And then they find each other in the worst possible circumstances and they are both being suffocated by their surroundings and suddenly, strangely, it feels like a breath of fresh air, the loneliness can be soothed, the anger washed away And it’s new and fragile but it’s there
Dedicated to @lutawolf because she deserves this and more
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illyth · 6 months
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Me, after getting completely burnt out by a job and not writing creatively for like four years: man I really should think about writing something again. I just need to find something I am passionate about to use as a jumping off point *immediately starts writing LU fanfic*
I'm gonna post the full thing on AO3 either tomorrow or Sunday but for the time being I just wanted to share this somewhere. This is a 400 word excerpt of a single chapter that is maybe half written and already 2000 words and I am planning on there being 3 chapters total so hand to god trust me there will be context at some point (if you know me irl no you don't jk y'all know im a complete gremlin for fanfic) Idk how good it is exactly but its the first thing I have written in so long that I actually want other people to see and I crave feedback, so do with that what you will lmao
cw: violence, blood, injury, the slightest body horror
Time and the Deity both snarled, lunging the god’s blade forward. Majora flung itself forward as well, its inhuman screams reaching a frenzied pitch as it whipped its clawlike hands towards the Deity’s face. Behind it, he could see the length of the helix greatsword erupting from the monstrosity’s back, spraying black blood outwards into the moonlight. But Majora pushed forward still, and Time could feel the Deity’s revulsion as its fingers grasped the sides of their face. Time braced himself for it to rake its claws against his face in dying spite, but something changed. Gently, oh so gently, Majora sank its claws into the flesh below his ears. The Deity screamed in rage and pain, but Time felt no pain. Instead, Time felt callused fingers slip into the seams between the Deity’s consciousness and his own and felt roughly textured knuckles run across his face while the Fierce Deity’s power was pulled from him. In a brief flash of light, Time felt the Fierce Deity fully recede back to his mask.
Time came back to himself holding the Fierce Deity’s blade as it began slowly dissolving into light, the crimson blood dripping from its edges and darkening the dirt beneath them. His mind was hazy and unfocused, as if stunned by a thunderclap. His faculties began returning, but there was a lethargy to them he just couldn’t shake. A distant corner of his brain recognized his brothers in the background, but whatever they were saying couldn’t pierce the numbing in his ears. Inches away from him, Time saw the host of Majora begin trembling. The Fierce Deity’s mask slipped through scarred fingers and dropped to the ground. The host reached towards Majora’s mask with a black arm that was covered in elaborate etchings and ornamentation. After a moment, the cursed mask came loose before also dropping to the ground, clattering off the Deity’s mask. All sound was muffled save for the plip of blood drops staining the masks below as Time’s mind struggled to process the sight in front of him “…Wild?” he managed to wheeze out after a moment’s pause. This didn’t make any sense. Where did Majora go? And why was Wild standing right where-
Time’s thoughts ground to a halt as he looked lower. The helix blade wielded by the Deity, shaking slighting in his weakening grip, was rammed through Wild’s chest to the hilt.
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manawari · 1 year
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Purple hyacinth!
The flower symbolizes sorrow or simply "I'm sorry".
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starrysharks · 8 months
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zeno's ultimate pokemiku tierlist ⁉️(it's all his opinion and he loves them all regardless⁉️)
#like arrfgggdiakaktmcksmsama this was literally all for me like they knew what they were doing#i love character design i love pokemon i love miku. and then you put ALL THREE TOGETHER....#i will explain some of my choices here#poison miku is just too good but also i am a big sucker for freaky scientists with constant “worry” eyebrows#her design is just so out there and crazy (this is about the shoes. some understand the greatness of the shoes and some dont. and thats ok.)#every other miku in peak i think establishes their theme exeptionally well especially ghost bug and fighting#for ghost i already love spooky and gloomy looking characters and that miku delivers tenfold (of course shes designed by the GOAT take)#esp with the mix of ghostly and electronic/digital regarding the glitchy parts n the 01 hologram#she looks like shell invade my computer and give it a virus if i dont send the chainmail about her tragic file corruption to 10 friends#(in the best way possible)#for bug miku the big dress is a huge plus but also i just think shes adorable nuff said#for fighting - i love a delinquent character and she fits that really well. the half coat thing is a big highlight for me#also the leek theme is absolutely iconic#for the ones i didnt like as much - i honestly just think the koraidon one is a leeeeetle bit boring#dont get me wrong. it has really cool aspects like the hair and the koraidon like cape but idk#it feels like theres a lot going on but not that much at the same time? its still a really nice design tho esp the hair color#for the ones in yellow tier - i just dont like the color palletes very much . theyre still really nice designs esp fire miku#but all in all these are genuinely all amazing designs and i dont want to be too critical or mean to any of them esp seeing im not a pro#but this was really fun to see unfold!!! cant wait until the songs start dropping#in the topic of miku as well - hey muse dash where's my miku on the switch version....#please dont make us wait too long 🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿
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ecoamerica · 2 months
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