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The Storytellers New Voices of The Twilight Saga: Turncoats
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icouldhyperfixatehim · 4 months
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literally can't get my shit together enough to say more rn but; absolutely unreal episode of television. just. what a gift. i can't imagine how proud everyone involved must be, and how much fulfillment p'aof must get from looking over his body of work and knowing he has Told A Damn Good Story with a living heartline through it, not just once, but like a habit. i'd walk a thousand miles over glass if he'd tell me a story at the end of it i really would
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ju-ji · 3 months
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Regarding the discourse about day regaining vision: no, regaining ability doesn’t negate the journey one went on to come to terms with losing it but I think the important end to this statement is “in real life.” Obviously real live human beings have more inherent value and meaning to their lives than… narrative value I guess? Last twilight tho, as fiction, as a story that was set up to depict this journey of acceptance and growth and to show on screen that disabled people can and do live happy lives (which you should know already honestly but it does seem like that was the message they intended to send) sort of… doesn’t have value outside of the narrative? Like a story’s purpose is to tell a story, obviously, water is wet, I don’t know how to say this. Do you get what I mean? So to have a story built on one barrier REMOVE the barrier at the very end is just like. Ok??? Why??? No it doesn’t invalidate day’s growth (his non-disability related regression does tho) but it’s like why exactly did someone want to tell this story?? What WAS the message then? It doesn’t invalidate day but it kinda does invalidate the story as a whole….
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peachandpinwheel · 4 months
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Every year P'Aof releases a new show and I think "Wow, this is it, there will never be another depiction of two people in love as honest and true and beautiful as this." And then 12 months later I have to eat my words as he one-ups himself again. He can't keep getting away with this.
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skyloftian-nutcase · 8 months
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Anyone want a mild TP sickfic? :)
I'll admit, I cheated on this a little - some of this was written before, but I just wanted to add more comfort and fluff to it. <3 Because Ordon Fam Fluff is wonderful.
Sicktember Prompt 4 - Hiding an illness
It had started subtly. A little choked back cough. Slower reaction timing.
By the first evening it had progressed to a headache. Link had written it off as just being tired.
But when Fado commented that Link had left the ranch abruptly, Rusl knew better than to wait it out. He'd gone to Link's home around dusk, and after a quick search of the abode, had come to the conclusion that Link was nowhere to be found.
Grabbing a torch as the daylight faded, he headed for the woods.
The trail was unorthodox, but present. Now that Rusl knew what to look for, it made tracking his son much easier. The grass was tousled just a hair, a few branches pushed aside, and one muddy spot bore half a paw print on it. A clump of black fur caught in a nearby bush pieced together the rest of the puzzle well enough.
Walking ahead carefully, Rusl's ears heard the sound of panting, and he turned towards the spring. When he reached the gate, he had to stop for a moment, his blood chilling.
A wolf was lying on its side at the edge of the spring, panting slowly. The sight of the animal in this spring, with a sword on Rusl's back and a torch in his hand, made him freeze up uncontrollably. He bit his tongue and swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry as images of the worst night of his life came unbidden in his mind, images of a wolf whining and bleeding, images of dark shadows morphing into a Hylian, images of his boy crying and bleeding to death.
Without thinking, Rusl immediately discarded his sword, trembling from head to foot. He took a step forward, trying to regain his focus. Then he took another step. The wolf whimpered, and Rusl backtracked three paces.
Come on, he berated himself. Get it together. Something's wrong with him.
Clenching the torch tightly, he stepped forward again, thought better of it, and pitched the torch into the spring to extinguish it. The splash caught the wolf's attention, and he watched his canine boy twitch, but do nothing beyond that.
"Link," Rusl said hoarsely, his throat dry, his heart racing. He blinked the images away again. For his own sake, he pleaded, "Please, turn back, son, I don't know what's wrong."
Link obeyed, shifting easily, still laying on his side, looking miserably and pale and sweaty. Rusl's chest released, allowing him to breathe normally again, and he hastened forward, kneeling beside his boy. The flush to Link's ashen cheeks clued him in, and he placed the back of his hand against the teenager's forehead.
He had a fever.
"S-sorry," Link slurred. "'m really tired. Thought... being a w-wolf would... make it feel better..."
Rusl sighed. "All you had to do was say you weren't feeling well, Link."
"'m ok, P-Pa..."
The resistance member's heart hurt listening to the boy try to reassure him, and he pulled him into his arms. "You will be, Link. Don't worry."
Link tried to argue, shifting weakly in Rusl’s arms as the pair walked through the village. He wasn’t going to be able to climb the ladder while carrying his ward, and he certainly wasn’t going to leave Link unattended, so they were going back to his house.
Uli seemed fairly resigned to the sight that greeted her at the doorway – she likely had seen the signs as well over the last twenty-four hours. She smiled and sighed. “I put blankets and pillows on the couch for him.”
Link immediately shriveled as Rusl gently laid him on the sofa. “S-sorry…”
“Don’t be sorry, sweetheart,” Uli soothed, slicking back sweaty hair from his forehead. “I’m making some soup for you. Rusl will help you get into something more comfortable.”
Rusl nodded with a smile, letting Uli run the house. She was far better of a caretaker when it came to illnesses to be honest, and he was happy to have her call the shots. He was still shaking jitters from the spring, anyway.
Spirits above. He thought he’d gotten passed that. But he supposed he’d just… not addressed it. Not with himself, at least.
Grabbing a spare nightshirt, Rusl wandered back into the den to find Link shivering under the blanket Uli had supplied. Sweat drenched his tunic, and he actively avoided eye contact when Rusl approached him.
“Link,” Rusl said as he crouched down, ignoring the mild strain in his knees. “Don’t feel guilty, son. It’s okay.”
“It’s stupid,” Link sniffled, wiping sweat off his brow with a shaky hand. “I c-can—can take care of—I’m s-sorry—”
Rusl interrupted him when he took a cloth and wiped Link’s face, stopping the boy’s fretting movements. “Link. You do so much for everyone. For the village, for the Resistance, for Hyrule. You saved the world. I think it’s fair for you to let others take care of you sometimes.”
His boy watched him a moment, eyes glassy and conflicted, and he sighed tiredly. “But you and Ma have Hana and Colin and that’s a lot, and you’re in the Resistance too. I…”
“It’s always our pleasure to take care of our boy,” Rusl whispered gently with a smile. “Always.”
Link bit his lip, eyes closing for a moment as he suddenly fought desperately for composure. Rusl let the boy have his privacy on the matter, instead shifting focus to helping him sit up and get into the nightshirt he’d brought.
Once Link was settled and tucked back in, Rusl wiped his face of both sweat and tears and pulled the chair over as Uli arrived with a steaming bowl of soup. Colin was next, stumbling in with half lidded eyes as he’d just gone to bed but had heard the commotion. Once he saw that Link was ill he couldn’t be convinced to go back to bed quite yet, and Hana awakening for some milk further roused him.
It was well into the night when Rusl was gently rocking Hana back and forth, patting her back after her mother had provided her with nourishment. Colin was sitting on the floor by the sofa while Link relaxed, having eaten the soup provided to him, and Uli sat in the chair, regaling her boys with yet another story. Link, despite being quite ill, kept his eyes half open to listen, enjoying listening to his mother’s words, and Colin’s head was slowly tipping to the side and bobbing as he tried to follow along as well. The fire had died down a fair amount, still filling the home with warmth while barely making a sound save for the occasional pop.
“Each little raindrop sparkles like jewels in the light of sacred springs,” Uli continued. She was currently telling one of Colin’s favorites, that being the origins of fairies. “When enough collect on the leaves of the spring, the colors shimmer and swirl, creating a rainbow. The spirits collect the rainbow water together. You can practically taste the magic in the air, like the cool sweet crispness of snow cream in your mouth, and it makes your heart flutter and makes you feel alive. The spirits hold the water in their hands, closed to the world, and when they open them, there lies a fairy. They take a piece of light with them wherever they go, guiding and healing anyone who crosses their path.”
“How many fairies are there?” Colin asked sleepily.
“More than I could ever count,” Uli answered. “But they hide. Their magic is special. Only good children can see them. A while ago, they made a special trip.”
“That’s how Hana is here!” Colin surmised. “Sera says fairies bring babies.”
Uli giggled. “Well. Your Pa certainly helped. You’ll learn more about that when you’re a little older.”
Rusl bit back a snort of laughter.
“But,” she carried on. “They did bring someone years ago. A little one of the forest, with twigs in his hair and little bits of bramble stuck to his clothes. They guided him to Ordon Village and blessed us more than any fairy could ever bless anyone.”
Link’s gentle breaths filled the air as he finally fell asleep, and both parents watched him a moment, their hearts full. Uli spoke of fairies and magic for a while longer, but it didn’t take long for Colin to follow his older brother’s lead. Rusl handed Hana to his wife and then gently carried Colin back to his bed, tucking him in and giving him a kiss good night. When he returned to the den, Uli was doing similar to Link. The couple headed to their room together, settling Hana in her crib.
“We truly are blessed, aren’t we?” Uli sighed happily as the pair settled into bed.
Rusl took her hand, kissing it, and smiled back at her. “Yes, we are.”
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local-lamppost · 6 months
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Considering how important the inner monologue is to Spy x Family, I can only imagine the cataclysmic mayhem that will come if Twilight ever refers to himself as 'Loid' in his own head.
I don't know, but I think that might be what does it for Twilight. When he thinks of it as "Come on, Loid"; this becoming Loid Forger being what cements for him-this man of many faces-that it is no longer just for the mission.
Because despite all those faces the only name that has held any meaning since was [REDACTED] is Twilight. Of course the natural evolution of this would be Loid
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jessicanjpa · 6 months
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(You can find the short films here and learn more about the project here.)
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dearybuneary · 19 days
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ೀ Librarian Caregiver and Storyteller Caregiver Twilight Sparkle icons (please reblog if you save)! ೀ
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artist-issues · 4 months
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I just found out you like the Twilight Zone! Please talk about your favorite episodes, if you have the time!
Oh yay, sure! I started watching the Twilight Zone about five years ago and it’s become one of my top 3 favorite tv shows of all time. It’s creepy, and I have a low tolerance for psychological horror, so I take my time watching it. But my favorite three episodes are a lot of other people’s faves, too.
I think the very best one is It’s A Good Life. This kid is born with godlike powers—he can do anything—but he chooses to make everything the way he wants it. He transports his whole town out of the world or destroys the rest of the world—the townspeople aren’t sure which. Their lives revolve around keeping this kid happy, because if he’s ever upset, he does terrible things to them. He doesn’t like it when people look at him like he’s the monster he is, so he strikes them blind, or turns them into toys, or, if he even hears you thinking unhappy thoughts he sends you “to the cornfield.” Which is basically death. The whole town is constantly telling the boy that everything he does is good, and everything they feel is good, and they’re always telling each other to think everything is good. And eventually one guy stands up to the boy (the boy’s name is Anthony) and gets fed up, and Anthony kills that guy, then makes it snow, which kills all the remaining crops in the town, and the people just sort of go… “I guess we won’t have food now. That’s a good thing you did, Anthony.” And it ends.
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Because the thing is, all of the stuff that sets Anthony off—all of his little pet peeves that everybody tiptoes around—they’re actual good things. He doesn’t like other kids because they don’t always do what he wants. He doesn’t like dogs because they are afraid of him. He doesn’t like music, or television, unless it’s what he creates. He thinks suffering is funny and he likes to make up vicious creatures, then kill them, and have everybody approve of it.
Anthony is forcing everyone to behave like what is really good is actually bad, and what is really evil is actually good. He flips right and wrong on it’s head, and everyone goes along with it out of fear.
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I also love Eye of the Beholder, even though it’s on the nose. (HA. Get it) The Sixteen Millimeter Shrine is incredible too. That idea that nostalgia for whatever you thought was the best time of your life can actually imprison you…and you don’t even know it’s a prison. And it keeps you from embracing and growing in and loving the rest of your life.
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And Where Is Everybody, for those of you who’ve never seen The Twilight Zone, is the very first episode, and it just perfectly captures the weird “what is going on” vibe that draws you into the show.
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I think there are two things that make me love The Twilight Zone.
The first is that every episode “makes you think.” Usually they don’t have conclusions where everything is explained, or resolved; Anthony is not defeated, Barbara Jean stays in the movie screen with no explanation of how she got in there or what will happen to her now…but the fact that the storytellers leave it like that literally forces you to think more about what you just saw.
Your brain naturally goes, “yikes, the kid just gets to keep making life a nightmare? Don’t like that. If I were in there I would’ve just knocked him on the back of the head. Why didn’t anybody do that?” And by having to think about it more, you aren’t critiquing or arguing with the actual story. You’re thinking it over, trying to figure it out, because you naturally accept that there is something there to be worked out. The “message” of every episode gets under your mental guard, works it’s way into your worldview.
You watch “It’s a Good Life” and realize that not everything is “good.” Sometimes there’s plain evil that can’t be reasoned with or explained away in the world, and you just have to stop protecting yourself with pretending otherwise and do something about it. The townspeople should’ve all stopped pretending and worked together, or been brave enough to realize stopping the monster or dying trying was better than living in fear.
And that brings me to the second thing I love about The Twilight Zone: every episode has a message. It has something it wants you to think about. It’s not just tickling your suspense-responses, or giving you a brain worm about nothing but creepiness. It’s not trying to get you “in your head” to “figure it out.”
I know I just said it makes you think, but it specifically makes you think about something real, a concept that affects real life. The Twilight Zone answers enough of your questions with each story to make you think about the lesson, and doesn’t give you enough information to be like, “I’m going to figure out the Easter eggs, and the backstory behind how everybody in Eye of the Beholder got pig noses!”
The Twilight Zone makes it obvious that there are important questions to ask when you watch a story, (like, “Why didn’t everybody work together to kill Anthony?”) and there are useless, unimportant questions to ask when you watch a story. (Like “where did Anthony’s godlike superpowers come from?”) And it specifically engineers each story so that you’re more emotionally involved with the RIGHT questions, instead of the arbitrary questions.
Nowadays everybody’s like, “let’s figure out exactly where that Easter Egg came from! Let’s see if we can figure out what version of Arthur’s narrative is the REAAAL one in The Joker! I can’t actually verbally explain what Christopher Nolan was doing but I totally got Tenet.” 🙄
I’m tired of stories that are all shock-&-awe and no meat. The Twilight Zone might ask you simple questions, but they’re really good, important ones to have answers to. And the artfully suspenseful, show, don’t-tell episodes of The Twilight Zone make those questions stick in your head and your heart.
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raccoonshuffle · 2 months
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I'm continuing my thoughts on the overall presentation of AC6 and there's a certain beautiful tragedy/tragic beauty in the events of all three routes. I didn't play 4 or 5 at all, but things are much less personal in the other games—like it's hard to call Evangel or Jack-O or Zinaida your rivals, per se, because the end of the world feels like business as usual in the hellscape of 3's setting.
And Rubicon is absolutely a hellscape and you're still a mercenary, but you have a choice and each choice has a price in blood. The Liberator route sees Carla and Chatty go down fighting tooth and nail to avert what they see as the doom of mankind, and I feel like that's the most "hopeful" ending (at least at face value).
Part of it is in the presentation. The cinematic freeze frame going on when you deal a boss the final blow emphasizes decisive moments and finalities, and there's a certain romance to it happening with, say, a laser blade. The chattier characters add to this, too. You feel accomplished when you shoot through JUGGERNAUT or CATAPHRACT, the final blow highlighted to glorify you, the victor. The assistance from Ayre as you take on a desperate battle against ARQUEBUS is driven to a height of emotion by the exhilarating "Contact With You," a track that is at times joyous and fearful and soaring.
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pixelatedraindrops · 4 days
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How would the NDA handle a sick Vivia? And/or what would Vivia be like when he's sick?
Honestly, a sick Vivia probably isn't too much different from a normal Vivia... XD Like if he's just feverish he'd probably just be a little more sleepy than usual and maybe just not listen when people are speaking to him. I think for anyone to know he's sick, he'd need more symptoms that actually make it more obvious. Especially audible ones (sneezing/coughing/sniffling/raspy vocals)
As for how the NDA would handle him? First of all, I think Yakou would try to get him out of the fireplace to lay down somewhere more comfortable, but it wouldn't work and Vivia would stay put... X'D So Yakou instructs the NDA to get Vivia blankets and pillows, tea/water, ice, soup, and medicine. And maybe a nice new book to read. (though they'd probably fail to get one Vivia actually likes, and the only one who even slightly has a clue about his taste in literature is yuma... x'D) So they each buy a different type of book.
But poor Vivia would be too tired to move and too dizzy to read any books on his own. So to cheer him up, the NDA decides to each take turns reading their chosen books to Vivia. A little NDA storytelling circle around the fireplace to help the sick and tired spectral detective feel better and maybe help him to go to sleep~ ^-^ Yuma has a novel he actually likes, Desuhiko gets a romance/comedy novel, Fubuki gets an adventure novel, Halara gets a book about cats. And Yakou?? He probably just reads the newspaper to him... XD
Even if Vivia doesn't care for some of the genres, he feels too much peace to care so he smiles all bundled in a big warm blanket and laying his chin on a soft pillow as he hears all his friends read different stories to him to help him feel better <3
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jemmo · 5 months
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idk what else to say about this ep other than i think im already head over heels in love with this show, and this ep was more than enough to seal the deal for me. it was just the perfect ep 2, and I already cannot talk enough about how much i adore just how much time this show feels like it devotes to its characters. like their time on screen just feels long somehow, in the best way, like im not getting rushed through the story or just going from plot point to plot point. the story is comfortable to just put these people on screen and let a scene play out for as long as it wants, take that first scene when mohk first goes into day’s room, or any scene around the fishtank, it’s not pushing you through these scenes to get to the point of them, bc the point is the scene, so mohk can take his time noticing these things in day’s room, or day can spend as long as he wants looking at that fish tank bc those actions, and the length of them, are what tell the story. they are the point. its mohk being one of the only people let into day’s room and being that attentive to his surroundings and figuring out who he is beyond his sight, and and its day savoring those moments where he can see the world a little better bc that’s the highlight of his day and he deserves to have that happiness stretched out as long as possible. it tells the story bc what the show devotes time to is what these characters are devoting their time to, literally mohk is devoting so much of his time to being with day, and devoting in the sense that while he talks about the big paycheck, easy job, the time he spends cleaning up, looking at day’s things, doing things for him, trying to give him experiences and joy, it betrays him. he can say whatever about his reasons for being here but what we see him devote his time to, what the show shows us, how much it shows us, it tells us everything. and for day, we see him repeatedly listening to the little prince, and im not gonna explain the metaphor, we all get it, but again despite what day says and how he behaves, pushing mohk out of his room and locking himself away, it betrays him too, bc he’s devoting all this time to wishing he wasn’t lonely. but just like in the book, it’s not easy for him, it’s not just about going out into a world that scares him, he needs someone to ease him in, to devote their time to him, come at sit a little closer to him everyday until that fear starts to subside. and here mohk is everyday, trying to find the ways he can connect with him, even if to him it’s not something he’s trying to consciously do. time is just beautiful in this show, and i feel like it’s gonna be such a good way to watch the show going forward knowing it is about this impending loss of sight, that time is limited, and yet now it doesn’t feel like there’s any rush at all. and i think it’ll be great to feel the pace of the show changing as the story progresses towards that, and i think retroactively it’ll be rewarding to know that when we could, we did savour all those moments, and took all the time we wanted.
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i was having this discussion on twitter and i wanna expand on it. i’m aware this is probably just a gag that will lead to nowhere but who am i if i don’t overthink about every little detail in spy x family
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it’s interesting to me how anya was jealous of her mama this episode. and this isn’t anything new. ever since melinda was introduced, anya has taken it upon herself to make sure she can become friends with damian before yor can become friends with melinda, thus creating some sort of “rivalry” against her mama in her little head. again, it’s probably just a funny gag that has no real importance but what if it’s not? what if there’s something deeper there?
anya believes her papa’s love is conditional. she’s well aware of the fact that the reason why he adopted her in the first place is because of his mission and deep down thinks that he’ll throw her away as soon as she’s no longer useful. let’s remember this is a little girl with a lot of abandonment issues whose only dream in life is to have a warm, loving family. now that she has that, especially considering the circumstances in which she got it, she’s terrified that it’ll be taken away from her.
in her mind, it is her “mission” to complete the friendship scheme. but now, there’s someone that poses a threat to said scheme: her own mama. if yor is able to become friends with melinda and, through melinda, help loid get closer to his target, then loid will have no use for anya anymore. there will be no point in her becoming friends with damian, therefore she’ll be deemed useless and be put back in the orphanage while loid and yor go have a double honeymoon with their new best friends donovan and melinda desmond and then forget all about her.
obviously, we all know it’s not true. while loid would love the idea of damian and anya becoming friends, he’s not forcing it upon her or demanding it from her. he’s not forcing or demanding her to do anything anymore, really. even with studying, he has become much more flexible and allows her to play and nap and eat and make homework less of a priority. why? because he wants her to be happy. twilight’s priority has shifted from the mission to making sure his family is happy, even if he doesn’t even realize it yet. with the way things are, there’s no way he could ever just mindlessly return anya to the orphanage (and, even if he wanted to, yor would murder him before he could even try). but i don’t blame anya for thinking this way. at the end of the day, she’s just a toddler. she doesn’t have the skills and mental capacity to even start unpacking all of her trauma and begin understanding how it affects her worldview. but it does make me sad that she would ever see yor as anything other than the amazing and selfless mom that she is.
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joblessquinoa · 3 months
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Stayed up until 3am binge watching the first 9 episodes of Last Twilight, and I went into the tag this morning to find out that the majority of people on this site HATED the last 2 episode lmfao. Honestly I don't regret it because the first 9 episodes were GOOD, and the last 2-3 episodes won't change that for me but it is kind of sad when this happens
So much potential once again fallen to the curse of questionable, last-minute narrative decisions
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unexpectedstormy · 2 years
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As someone who likes art and is learning how to paint, I couldn’t help but admire how Jojo used colors and shadow to tell Twilight’s story here. Notice in this panel earlier in the story, Twi is colored with warmer colors, yellow, red and any blue there is almost more of a purplish color.
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And after Legend asks him how he’s doing, Twilight admits that he thinks he’s dying. The colors are much colder.
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The yellow of his hair has been darkened to brown and his eyes are shadowed dark grey. His whole skin tone has paled almost to a sort of bluish. (Unrelated, but did you notice the Triforce on his hand peeping out of his sleeve?)
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After Wild’s little pep talk and everyone else’s encouragement, Hyrule tells Twi he’s gonna have to stick around longer and asks him what he thinks. Twilight is encouraged and the colors start to warm up again. The above two panels are transitionary between cold and warm colors.
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And finally... yay! The colors are all the warm again! Twi’s hair is yellow once again, his face back to it’s regular shade, his shirt has returned to it’s original white color, and there’s lots of red and yellow background colors. (I think the darker foreground colors are that way to contrast with the brighter colors around Twi and focus the attention on him.)
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noretreatnancy · 4 months
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AND ANOTHER THING…. It is very very weird and strange that smeyer had Bella actually become a vampire in the end. Like even without all the racism and Mormon brand misogyny and unhealthy romantic dynamics and the weird pro birth bullshit. The messaging is SO fucked. Like Bella is an unhappy awkward teenager (so normal). She thinks she’s plain, she thinks she’s boring (again very normal teen girl feelings). Especially next to the vampires, she feels gross and clumsy. She sees herself and her humanity as inferior. She’s afraid of getting older. She’s lonely. And instead of having the series be about her learning to love herself and accept her flaws/see her value/appreciate the friends and family that care about her/look forward to her future/accept her own humanity, she actually learns nothing, becomes a vampire, and that’s portrayed as the best choice because “she wasn’t good at being human” like WHAT? Even the love triangle is fucked up. Like she set up Edward/vampirism parallel to Death and Jacob as the Life parallel when she intended Edward to be the “right” choice all along. Like it’s not even subtle Bella literally calls Jacob her sun. He literally keeps her from freezing to death by holding her. Not to mention the future he represents, where she gets to keep her friends and family and grow old. Meanwhile turning into a vampire means she loses everyone that means anything to her, never gets to grow up, never gets to change or learn that ALL teenagers feel bad at being human and it’s something that passes. It’s like smeyer read tuck everlasting and understood absolutely zero themes. Like not even mentioning that almost all the vampires are miserable in their existence. Can’t sleep, can’t eat, can’t get older, constantly having to fight the urge to kill, unable to have a home for fear of being detected. Yet it’s supposed to be good that she turns???? And magically faces none of consequences of that choice (no crazed newborn phase, gets to keep a relationship with her dad/jacob, gets to have a child). It’s just all so hollow and bizarre.
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