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sameboot · 9 months
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You know what they say, everything stays (but it still changes)
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meg-noel-art · 1 year
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Okay I have to get a single vent off my chest and then I promise I'll be quiet.
I need ya'll to please realize now (before backlash at Guerrilla gets hurled in three years) DLC characters/content do not become mainstay installments in the way you imagine.
DLC characters do not become main characters.
DLC plots can be removed from the main story and recited as exposition in a main entry.
It HAS to be removable, because not every consumer buys DLC. Whether for lack of resources, access, or principal.
I just really don't wanna see people griping that Guerrilla "dropped"... ahem, anything... in three years from now. Or that some kind of endgame was promised and then taken away.
We been knew, or we SHOULD know bc this is how DLCs have worked always forever.
Not to mention BS was even MORE exclusive by proxy of being literally exclusive to a console people STILL don't have easy access to.
Please everyone just be reasonable when the time comes, that's all I'm worried about.
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jegulily-stuff · 10 months
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I was thinking how I always write Jily as like the main relationship of Jegulily. Reg tends to come later, and there's a general vibe that he's the additional one. And it got me wondering about other people's thoughts, therefore:
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yakool-foolio · 3 months
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*coughs up a vague ditty about Lieu since I ended up writing about them for an exercise in my creative writing class*
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hella1975 · 7 months
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your characters in all of your fics are super well thought out and written? do you write a character profile for them before hand, or just go w it?
thank you so much!!!! i tend to just go with it, but i will admit that characters are one thing i am just kind of good at. it's definitely one of my strong suits when writing, and has been even when i was younger and my writing was objectively terrible. i will sometimes write a general summary of a character, but that's more so i remember their backstory and any key factors that are important. when it comes to giving them themes and actual personality, it comes to me as im writing. like it's something i joke about a lot actually bc i dont even KNOW my characters until ive written them, which seems like a given but sometimes a character doesn't appear until book 2 of a series and im just. sat here like 'i know who i WANT you to be but i also know the moment i start writing you you're gonna do your own things regardless of anything i might plan, so there's no point'
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ac1numa · 4 months
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also people should build dynamics with us.
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mac-cheez · 7 months
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You know I've realized something. I have so many different universes, Self-insert OCs, Non Self-insert OCs, etc. but the only thing they have in common is a tragic event in their life that fundamentally changes them as a person. Whether it's "canon" or not there's some major event that they go through that's so powerful in my mind that it makes me cry, but when I try to put it to paper it feels weird or disingenuous. Sometimes I just don't have the words to write it. It might be my fear of sharing something only to be ostracized by friends, or maybe it's insufficient writing skills. But I think it's cause I use these characters in my head to get out my own feelings. I'm..... projecting my feelings to "others" through this and since some are allegories for myself it's very therapeutic. Like I would literally die if I actually blew up at someone and spewed my feelings in my real life, but my characters do it all the time. More than one of them literally flattens a building when they lose someone important, losing the careful control of their practiced powers, but when I lose a family member I quietly cry soothing myself. It's not something that suddenly happened. It was so gradual that I'm only now realizing the significance of this practice. I thought I'd spew here for once, try things out now that I know how safe Tumblr can be. Idk, don't get used to it.
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sparkledoghrt · 2 months
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HI I WANNA HEAR ABOUT THE SPEC. BIOLOGY STUFF!! I LOVE NERD SHIT!! :0
ineed a specific question im not good at reciting every thought i have when it comes 2 really broad questions like this. sobs whilst laying on floor!!!
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misterbaritone · 5 months
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Irishman are either the greatest thing to happen to comics or some of the worse.
For the best end of the spectrum see: Grant Morrison and for the worst end see: Garth Ennis
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screechthemighty · 2 years
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Honestly I feel like the resolution of Marc’s character arc is one of those things that got lost in the finale being half as short as it should’ve been (or...frankly the show being like 1-4 episodes shorter than it should’ve been). 
Like, yes, I am also low key tired of the whole “if you kill the bad guy you’re just as bad as them” plot point with characters where killing them is absolutely justified. That said, for Marc, I think the decision not to kill Harrow makes sense on a character level. He’s a guy who absolutely is haunted by his violent actions, but feels compelled to continue for a lot of reasons--the most important one for this post being that he feels like he doesn’t have a choice in the matter, that he’s inherently bad and attracts death anyway, so why not? I think it’s incredibly telling that he responds to Steven (rightfully) pointing out that Khonshu’s manipulating him by saying, “Or it was just a way for me to keep being what I’ve always been: a killer.”
That moment of not killing Harrow can work because it’s a continuation of the arc in that episode: of Marc starting to find healing and forgiveness for the death of his brother, of him breaking out of Khonshu’s control, of him stopping what has effectively been a method of self-harming because he no longer feels he has to. Marc can’t handle the methods. That’s okay. He shouldn’t force himself to out of some warped sense of “this is what I deserve.”
The problem is that because the finale was rushed that kind of got lost in the shuffle and it didn’t come across as impactful as it should’ve. Also I think Layla being the one to be like “You have a choice” doesn’t work because she doesn’t know about that struggle. If more time had been dedicated to their relationship and Marc had been allowed to open up to her about this, I think the line would’ve worked? But y’know...their relationship also got lost in the time crunch, and seriously, Disney, why was it only six episodes, this should’ve been at least a couple episodes longer, we want character interactions damn it-
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kokorowoutsu-a · 1 year
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-- PWT: After The Storm
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The rain outside was a grim reminder of what had transpired only a few hours prior. It stung. It really did now that she thought about it. She knew why they had done all this but... No. No time to dwell on it now. The distinct beeping of medical equipment drowsed her out of her bed, now fully awake, the smell of salve on the air. An all too familiar feeling. It was just after dealing with four deadly demons and Ashe... well, she was drained. Drained and tired and she knew they had to get back to Saffron City for Leon’s match against a person named Zain.
Gaze sweeping over the room; Leon knocked out and still asleep from undergoing a healing process that her Delphox had put him under, and four pokemon who were in need of rest and time to recover; Lucky, ever loyal Empatheon, Mononoke, staring her enemies in the eye and not giving two fucks, Mirage, angry and bitter over losing so easily, and the dire of all, Miyagi, who had still not awoken from his current state nearby. Ashe found her way to her feet, bandaged and limping to her pokemon first.
She could dwell on the memories of what had brought her here, but she had spent too much time doing so already. 
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( In a nutshell, a certain Delphox had heard on the multiverse grapevine that the Pokemon World Tournament -- not as grand in their world -- as picking up people from the multiverse for one big tournament in another. Why not give it a shot? Leon and Ashe had expressed interest -- Leon moreso -- and while Kianga could have... he decided against it... for now... and so Leon and Ashe had undergone... something. Something that had allowed them to be in their world presently but travel to another through consciousness undetected mostly in this one, but the cost was a slight physical and mental strain being overseen by a certain legendary pokemon in their own universe. )
Sitting herself down beside a growling Absol who refused to rest, Ashe sighed. “You can’t put it back on yet, Mirage.” She chided lightly, the Absol eyeing her prosthetic which had cracked in the fight like a hawk. [I just want to make sure it’s in one piece! That damned demon--] “Leave it.” Like Ashe would chide a dog, the Absol gave pause but finally laid still. “Thank you.” She petted her friend and sighed. She was tired. Too tired to count. The mental and physical strain was catching up -- stress and all... she didn’t have much time left here likely before their friend would pull her out forcefully.
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Her gaze drifted to the ‘mons briefly before she looked to where Leon rested. “... He should be waking up soon, right?” She muttered to herself. Getting to her feet and heading over to him, she took a seat beside him and her hand found his. He was alive, breathing... that was what counted. She recalled their journey here if only briefly; him, excited at facing opponents again in the Paldean Elite Four members Rika and Larry, bonding with Rika as a friend... and for Ashe, she had discovered a deeper bond with her pokemon over fighting the people Giovanni, Nivalis, and Alistair. She had been in shock to win the last one -- didn’t think she’d make it this far. Her pokemon had been her priority in training, learning, and spending time with them, but also taking the time to enjoy the odd events of Saffron City as well as meet a few odd people here and there.
Leon had been more of the social butterfly... up until the sky started burning and boredom had struck -- but even then a few people had stopped by. Ashe recalled only being sick. Heh. How ironic now everyone apparently might have radiation poisoning and faced genetic... something. She hadn’t been paying attention when she and Leon were carried away. Only that she had been woken up here after Kianga had ‘insisted’ he be the one to tend to them. Come to think of it, the last she had seen Kianga was just after her match with Alistair when people had panicked and Kianga had found her after she had shot off alone to face him. Her brother had told her Leon had gone to face demons in Viridian Forest. This wasn’t apart of the plan when they had signed up for this but... well, she had gone after the ‘hero’ and ended up facing the electric and rock-type demon -- her three injured pokemon paying the price for her stupidity in not thinking things through.
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Legendary pokemon, paradox pokemon, revarooms that were just straight up cars of destruction... that had been what had been going on around her... but not her priority. One by one each of the demons fell until the ghost and fire one remained. Her anger had surged knowing that’s where Leon had been seen last and where Bahamut (Charizard) and Tala (Leafeon) were fighting on their trainer’s behalf while he laid out unconscious with his Miyagi (Urshifu) laid beside him -- likely having taken the brunt of an attack. In her anger and rage, Ashe remembered little except Saoirise, her Primarina, and the one who had been the one to push her the most in this tournament had appeared. In a display of utter fae energy leaking through time continuum as Ashe thought it had been... but could have been wrong... let out a song that shook the forest to its core, taking down the last demon and a cherry blossom tree was summoned forth in its wake.
What remained was a forest blooming and people and pokemon crumbled to dust. Kianga had found them with Lavender (Espeon)’s help, and with the pokemon still in one piece returning to their pokeballs, they were carried back to Pallet Town -- Ashe passing out somewhere along the way--
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A hand gripped her own and Ashe rose her head to find Leon waking up slowly. “... Hey. Take it easy.” She did her best to soothe him, moving to stand up and sit down beside him on the bed. The look in his eyes was one she didn’t think she’d see -- fear, and before she knew it, she was enveloped in his arms, being pulled down tight... and she didn’t fight it. She held onto him and felt tears sting her eyes. She could feel warmth of tears of his own as well. His mask breaking and fading in that moment. They had played friends and kept a guise up... but no more. No more.
With her help, Leon sat up straight and a kiss was exchanged, her hand on his cheek and his hands resting on hers, foreheads touching. “-- Don’t run off like that again on me--” “-- That’s my line--”
‘-- Alright lovebirds, mind toning it down?’ 
Both turned their heads to see Merlin, Ashe’s Delphox smiling at them. Ashe had a feeling but she had hoped he wouldn’t come. He couldn’t participate and with no registered trainer... well, people would question... so for now, he had to pretend to be a dumb ‘mon under Kianga’s care. Oh well.
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‘Did you sort out your miscommunication?’ “Ah--” Both looked at one another then. “... Well, I thought you had gone to play hero with your win streak on your mind--” “-- I went to fight in my next match actually--” “-- Did you win?” “-- Surprisingly yes.” “-- That means you might have a shot at the semifinals!” Leon enveloped her in a hug and while Ashe wanted to scold him, she found she couldn’t. Instead, she could only hug him in return until she felt the prying eyes of her brother on them. Clearing her throat, she patted Leon and the man pulled away, smiling up at Kianga then. “You knew?” “I did.” Kianga hummed. “You just did not want to hear it.” He was in the midst of cleaning his hands then. With a sigh, he looked at Merlin and then at them. “We are almost out of time. REDACTED says if we want to finish this... we need to play our cards carefully. Use what time we have left sparingly. Say our goodbyes.”
Ashe sighed to herself. “I’ve got no ties. I’m going to see how far I can get and then that’s that, but...” She looked at Leon. “What about Rika and the others?” Leon seemed down about that. “... It is what it is.” That was a line Ashe had said too often and she sighed deeply at that much to their amusement. 
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“... So what’s going on outside?” “Chaos. People are injured. Radiation poisoning I hear and genetic assembly is going on. I have had to have our friend back home input a code to have me not show myself as I would to keep myself in one piece.” Kianga admits, his arms falling to his sides. “... Any news on us and the pokemon?” Leon looked over at his Urshifu in particular, sighing. ‘No radiation poisoning. These forms are injured however so take caution. Miyagi will have to take to the battlefield as he is, but to be sure Lavender will do what she can to heal him as will I. Plus our friend put some extra healing on his pokeball to speed up his recovery process.’ “I see... thank you.” Leon seemed detached for a moment but Ashe gently prodded his cheek. “Hey. You have to get your head in the game. One more match. Win or lose the Life and Death Champions will be chosen today. The rest doesn’t matter.” Ashe pointed out. She knew she was talking out her ass on that one but...
“... Yeah. Let’s just get everyone back to Saffron City with what we can then.” Leon gave a nod to Kianga who dipped his head and with that, it was decided jointly they would all head back to Saffron City under the nose of everyone. They had matches to see too and people to avoid for the moment. Ashe thankfully wouldn’t have to ask too much of her team for the moment, so she could keep an eye instead on Leon and his team -- but through it all, Merlin was keeping an eye on something attached to his wrist -- something that each trainer and pokemon wore and kept hidden somewhere on them to track their parameters... and the number was dangerously close to being at zero... some more then others...
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emile-hides · 2 years
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Figuring your OCs out is hard apparently
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lesbiancalkestis · 1 year
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That feeling when you read a piece of fan fiction so good that you have to put it down while you have a deep, philosophical revelation born from the pieces of yourself that were shaken loose by what this somehow prose-like, doll-housing of your beloved fictional characters is saying to you.
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aeipathic · 2 years
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thinks about Him (my oc galen)
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azurityarts · 2 years
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You're interested in my GTI team? Sure, I can tell ya!
Ava is my Oshawott hero, and she's athletic and kind, and is part of a soccer team. She has the worst day of her life (got into a fight with friends, got into a fight with her younger brother when he accidentally broke one of her soccer trophies) before going to the Pokemon world, so she has huge guilt when she was sent to the Pokemon world. Ironically, she can't swim despite being athletic and being an Water Type LOL. She wears a Choice Ribbon, a gift from Draco.
Draco, my Axew partner, is the same as the in game partner, a cinnamon roll too pure for this world. X3 He dreams of his Paradise and thanks to Ava, he finally reached that dream! He's close to Ava, sometimes to the point of being a bit clingy, but he means well. He wears a Fickle Ribbon.
Both are SUPER protective of one another, and they will throw hands if something happens to one of them (cough Munna and Kyurem). They both very rarely fight and they always tend to each others' needs. They even adopted a Petilil and a Joltik!
Excuse the word vomit, I'm just excited to share my cute little Pokemon, especially since you're interested! X3
Holy smokes you've got your team team figured out way better than anything I could do 💀
Jokes aside, that's awesome! We always love PMD hero-partner dynamics! ^^ I really liked how fleshed out your hero backstory is - I've unfortunately never given all that much thought on my heroes' backstories prior to turning into a Pokemon, which is pretty akin to how the games handle it (although GTI actually addresses it in a very general, surface-level manner, though still one I appreciate). It's really something I ought to think about more, but it's led me to wonder how the PMD community tackles the whole ordeal. I'm not sure how much of the playerbase sees the hero simply as a self-insert rather than a full-on OC, which could definitely lead to a lack of need for any backstory, but from what I've seen from the community here, it is OCs galore and I am here for it!
If anyone else wants to word vomit their PMD teams to me, my inbox is always open! (might take me a lil bit to respond tho ^^;)
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blaecdog · 2 months
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vulpesse ━━     prompted.
❛  sometimes people just deserve to be stabbed. ❜ :3c
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lavender  haze.  vance  randomly  entered  the  shop  one  day  after  his  nose  had  picked  up  the  scent  of  flowers.  outwardly  he  really  didn't  seem  like  the  type  who'd  spend  time  looking  at  flowers,  let  alone  buy  them.  he  couldn't  explain  it  even  if  he  wanted  to  but  he  was  somehow  drawn  to  the  smell.  it  was  pleasant  and  put  his  mind  at  ease,  offering  comfort  like  a  home.  the  hound  suffered  from  selective-amnesia,  unable  to  recall  more  than  a  century  of  his  life.  he  was  aware  of  this.  in  fact,  he  often  tried  to  piece  together  the  missing  parts  of  his  memories,  with  no  luck.  one  part  of  him  remained  hopeful  that  he  would  one  day  remember something.  until  then,  he  decided  to  simply  live  and  let  things  come  naturally. 
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the  flower  shop  was  his  best  bet  to  get  a  little  closer  to  his  past,  so  it  was  no  surprise  that  he  ended  up  visiting  the  place  regularly.  he  never  bought  anything  though.  he  would  show  up,  smell  the  flowers,  close  his  eyes,  and  simply  stand  still  like  he  was  meditating.  this  time  was  no  different,  he  tried  to  focus  on  the  many  smells  around him but after a while  his  concentration  was  interrupted  by  a  small  commotion  happening  inside  the  shop.  the  hound's  attention  shifted,  glancing  at  the  shop  owner  who  quickly  dealt  with  the situation.  although  they  would sometimes  exchange  words  when  he  showed  up,  the hound  couldn't  remember  her  name.  however,  despite this, he  was  aware  that  she  wasn't  human since her  smell  gave  it  away.  with  hands  placed  in  pockets,  vance  decided  to  casually  approach  the  other. "what's  that  i  hear?  you  know,  if  you  pay  the  right  price  i  might  even  do  it  for  you,  foxy." 
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