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writeywritey · 1 year
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ok ok ok I have to rant specifically about how PERFECTLY they adapted and changed Joel for the tv show
because in my opinion, his characterisation has changed the most and it’s absolutely geared towards character development we don’t see in the game
in the first game, after the prologue and beyond, Joel does not change. the text and subtext makes it explicitly clear through his involvement with hunters, to the breakdown of his relationship with Tommy, that he has always been violent and cruel when it comes to his own survival. his humanity died with Sarah; it does not return with Ellie. to save himself the pain/grief of losing Ellie, he (potentially; arguably maybe not) dooms humanity.
Ellie changes. Ellie grows up; the first game is her bildungsroman.
but in the game, we’re POV Joel. we don’t want him to change; we dig in the trenches with him and by the end of the game, we’re gonna save his kid no matter what it means- fuck the fireflies.
this is a fantastic choice for the game, but it would not work for a tv show.
we don’t want to watch an already-formed character lead in tv shows. we want to watch them change.
Joel in the tv show, Joel right now, is not completely hardened. he’s not a murder machine who would torture Robert over guns and watch Tess blow his brains out and say nothing about it. hell, Tess of the tv show doesn’t seem like she would do that, either. neither of them are framed as the untouchable trafficker badasses they are in the game.
Joel in the tv show wants to get to his brother. Joel has PTSD. Joel is, despite the alluded-to argument, still motivated by interpersonal connection, and love.
anyone who has played the game knows what happens next- knows the amount of people Joel loses over the course of crossing the country. and instead of being an already-hardened, stoic, untouchable badass who just takes the losses on the chin, over and over again, Joel is going to hurt. Joel is going to feel every single one.
and then he’s going to deliver Ellie to the fireflies. they’re going to succeed. and they’re going to try and take her away from him.
and that is going to be the moment he becomes Joel from the game.
‘the world has already taken one of my daughters away from me; this is the one thing I cannot let be. you cannot have her.’
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thunder-birb-00 · 23 days
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Headcanon about Bastard’s Box (probably Tinky as well as how he might obsess over Ted cause eeyup)
sometimes I wonder if say, Tinky collects Teds like collecting Barbie dolls.
So he has a Ted of every kind. Teds he traumatised, Teds doomed by the narrative, even the infected Ted too. The requirement for Tinky to just collect the Teds is they gotta die.
On the regular, each Ted is basically kept in their own rooms in the Bastard’s Box. By right, the multiple Teds from every timeline collected thus far should not meet each other, because Tinky simply doesn’t need any Ted to know about the other Teds.
This could go a few ways. One is some Teds DO bump into each other at times and dive into each others’ very shared trauma before the time goat comes back to see what’s the next Ted to play with.
Second is that, the Teds, in between times of Tinky messing with a Ted, literally gather round and just start chattering away about anything. Sometimes maybe they help each other with whatever game Tinky is giving one of them next. Gotta help each other, you’re all doomed to be a time goat’s toys for life.
Third, with which I think for laughs and no plot, is the Teds Talkshow just for Teds. Hilarity ensues. Tinky does not know of the Teds Talkshow. Nobody knows who assembled it, they just know that this talkshow sometimes appears at random to the Eldritch folks down in Drowsy Town, assuming they have a radio or even their form of TV.
thanks for coming to my Ted talk.
-Thunder
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calocera · 10 months
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Usami Tokishige nightcore amv 👍
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authormeat · 14 days
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so @crushedsweets like if you go the human route you could have a special where they are monsters or just have monsters be like a “once in a blue moon this collage is under a curse to turn the occupants into monsters ooooOoOoOo”
sorry I couldn’t resist after I bombarded your entire ask box with paragraphs and brainstorms LMAO
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kruemel8 · 3 months
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caffeinatedopossum · 3 months
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No one:
Me when the plans change:
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fisheyezzz · 1 month
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someone euthanize me
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atxxzist · 3 months
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a choice to be made | c.s, c.jh (preview)
summary: you've come face to face with your hardest dilemma, yet; stuck in the middle between the one who came first and the one who came later, both of them incredibly special to you in their own ways but there's only one choice to be made
pairing: choi san x f!reader, choi jongho x f!reader
genre: angst, fluff, love triangle-ish, suggestive, etc
release date: tbd
a/n: i usually like working on oneshots discreetly but i've made this one an exception and will be accepting a taglist if anyone wants in on it. again, this is a oneshot only.
jongho’s known you for a long time.
he’s known you since the fourth grade when he found you huddled in the corner with doe and scared eyes after the teacher sent all you nine years old to go find a partner for a small assignment.
watching as your much smaller hands curled together at the front, all kinds of nervous and uneasiness on you playing for him as a witness that he couldn’t help but to feel extremely bad.
so quiet and reserved you were; he hadn’t even realized you were in his class until the very moment.
he had politely excused himself from his friends, telling the two they were fine to partner up without him and made way toward your smaller frame, the pout on you as if you were about to give up on anyone asking until you caught him in a short staring contest.
“would you like to be my partner?” he asked, even from that age conscious of the fact he had to be gentle as to not scare you away–contented when you nodded with the lightest smile gracing your lips.
“what’s your name?” he tried breaking the ice, sitting at the desk beside you that the teacher had told the kids to put together.
“y/n…” you answered, short of a whisper and so shy, you refused to look him in the eyes which made a giggle bubble out of him as you could only stare at the kind boy who saved you.
“nice to meet you, y/n. i’m jongho.”
and you had surely thought that it would a one time thing; that after the task of having to name a bunch of a things based on categories with him doing 70% of the work was finished, he would never want to speak to you again.
but jongho with his determination to get to know you and become friends, never left you alone a single day in your life after the first meeting, his persistence to start small conversations or include you in everything never failing because you started coming out of your shell bit by bit.
by the time you two entered fifth grade, you were practically friends even if you wouldn’t admit it at the time, jongho could see the new changes and eagerness that wasn’t there before.
he saw smiles you would try to fight and laughters with attempts to hide them, sometimes even courageous enough to return snarky replies that took him by surprise in the greatest way possible.
he knew he wanted to be friends with you for a long time.
you weren’t only full of surprises, but you were genuinely a good person. someone he wanted to be around despite some obvious differences as humans, nonetheless, able to be held together by similar morals and ethics that carried the relationship to high school; the starting realization that you understood and got him even more than his friends.
you became a safe space for him; a place of comfort where he never felt judged or like he had to be perfect.
he would cycle his lunch and free times between you and his friends, often than not favoring the time spent with you because you were still too shy around people who wasn’t him, but mainly because he was tired of hearing his friends’ teases and remarks.
comments about him having a crush on you that he would passionately deny every time, trying to persuade his friends and himself to an extent that he only saw you as a friend and no more.
even going as far as to disagree with them you looked good the day you started to put more efforts into your appearance just so he could prove a point and show you didn’t have an effect on him.
unfortunately much to his dismay and failed act, he wasn’t even offended his friends called him a pussy, his mind unable to rid of the statement that was only said in a lighthearted manner that if he doesn’t step up his game, he’s gonna be sorry for it one day if someone else comes along.
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phlurrii · 4 months
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I've got two separate questions if you're willing to answer:
1) ?????? was implied to have been made by Arceus after something happened to Meau, but is ?????? considered an Ancient Mew? Or are they something else?
2) I've seen several Mews with a design similar to Deca's. Where does that fur pattern originate? I don't follow that many Mew/Mewtwo stories so IDK where the origin is but it's always been interesting to me whenever I see it on another Mew
I wanted to ask about WHEN Noe was supposed to appear if they 'appeared early' but I think that's gonna be answer in the upcoming arc
They are still quite powerful, but they definitely aren’t an Ancient Mew by any means, much more like an Origin mew, powerful, made to take care of things, but think 2nd generation mew. Meau could whoop them any day of the week. So they are more average legendary power with Meau and the creation trio being higher then the lot of them.
The lil ringlet pattern I believe was started by @mewtales and their various mew designs! However, it caught on with a design they gifted to @loupy-mongoose of which became Midas! I wanted to try the rings out and they worked really well with Deca’s design without them becoming too complicated ;3
And correct! That’ll be answered in the upcoming arc, almost immediately XD
I have that as one of the first things talked about because of how integral it is for the entire story. Of which I also intend to probably leave on a cliff hanger to let everyone have their moment of “oh shit” given the implications X3
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realmyth · 5 months
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•Scaramona
•Slight angst
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He was back in Mondstat, it was on a whim a simple wish he had just wanted to visit the city of freedom and wander, after all he was a wanderer was he not? It was not because he yearned for someone- it was not that in the starlit sky of Mondstat he wished to see something more, it was not that everytime he stepped foot in the crowded streets he looked for something, or rather someone. And it was certainly not that whenever he caught a glimpse of two pigtails that his heart stopped for a moment, just a moment before he realized it wasn't hers- it wasn't Mona. He convinced himself he was over it, he was over his past as Scaramouche and that he will continue as the Wanderer but God was she always in the back of his mind and he'd never forget her, even after a millenia he would never be able to forget a single stretch of her skin, the glimmer in her eyes. But it was pointless for him to hold onto her he'd removed himself from irminsul and by consequence, he removed himself from everyone Scaramouche, The balladeer was no more and now all that lied was a Wanderer who'd continue exploring and roaming till Celestia fell. But everytime he closed his eyes the way she looked at that moment haunted him
"Why..? We were doing so well. Why are you leaving" Mona said through glassy eyes as her cheeks and nose flush a red and her eyebrows scrunch.
God he'd never forget himself for that but he had to move on. She wouldn't remeber him.
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"My apologize I did not mean to bump into you- " And God did his words die on his tounge as he saw her, and suddenly the 100s of people on the street seemed to vanish. All he could see was her, her purple hair that was darker then space itself, her teal eyes that shown like jewls, oceans and oceans of secrets laying behind them, her face God her face it was enough to make any sane man faint. And God he was falling in love all over again. But she wouldn't remeber him she couldn't remeber him even if she desperately tries so. And Wanderer couldn't love Mona, he was to live for eternities while she'll grace this earth not even near then half of his time.
"You seem familiar... have I seen you before?" Mona muttered
"What..?" Wanderers eye widened.
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A/N: Hello! I hope you liked this short blurb. I had scaramona urges wich I had to write down so here it is. Anyways enjoy this it's not that well written but eh I'll try to be better
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eeryuck · 1 year
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GORE HEAVILY CENSORED. BLOOD BOOM! + DEAD BODY nothing realistic but you know still
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WELCOME TO YOUR FATE (END OF THE LINE)
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kill-your-fics · 29 days
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Triumphant willow and some survivor wilson 🥺
Oh? Okay! Readmore placed where it is for potentially triggering content. Check the tags!
(I'm not 100% happy with this as it's not what I Wanted to write for this dynamic, its not my usual fluff, but it sort of... happened. I promise I'll write more for this! But I wanted to like, share SOMETHING, so you know the message had gotten through.)
Without further ado, for you:
He had survived longer than usual, this time.
The accumulated nonfatal injuries that never healed quite right, the hours sleeping on tough ground, the days he had long since lost count of, the looming dread that a mistake would catch up to him, the shredded remains of what no longer passed for clothing...
The list was endless, but thinking about his grievances would do him no good. Wilson had learned the hard way that this land required careful thought and bold action in equal measure. Well, he was certainly going to take action against his circumstances. Practiced hands continued to braid grass into rope.
Something may have broken, but it wasn't his neck. He laid there still, eye shut, defeated. Another injury atop all the others, but not enough.
In truth, the whole tree had split in half, as if the chance lightning strike carried the fury of a god. Of course, there were no gods of the kind Wilson was familiar with here in the Constant. However...
A horribly feverish feeling fell over him, and despite his lack of sight he knew the reigning Queen of the land was present. Perhaps he would still die yet. Hands with nails too sharp to be human grabbed at his shoulder and yanked him upwards, and his good eye opened to see the unfocused figure of the Queen's face glowering at him. She let go, and without the support he slumped forwards, eye closing again. Everything hurt.
"Don't ever try that shit again," she hissed.
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ireallydolikeyou2 · 2 months
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Can someone (Anyone) Please explain to me Anything that's going on ?!!?
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r3medialch8os · 1 year
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this is a fic i wrote and it drove me insane so at this point im just a shell of a man
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austinwehaveaproblem · 4 months
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happy birthday to me
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idislikefrenchclass · 1 month
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Tomorrow is Monday. Lmk your thoughts on that
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