i hate. HATE when any sort of portrayal of trauma and how it affects (fictional characters in this case) that isn’t “awww look how meek and shy and cute and infantilized they are uwu!!” is swept aside for not being “palatable.” and yes, this is about fucking ruby i am still so sick of it
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“WHAT DO YOU WANT?!”
“I WANT THIS TO BE OVER!”
HEY so if you haven’t watched Fool’s Gold you should ‘cause man we started off with silly karaoke and now we’re here and also Gothi exists SO YEAH
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Now i know this blog is obviously for.. well. Front facing pokemon, but your tags are always super interesting. I think your opinions on pokemon are pretty neat
i've gotten a few asks like this so far, and it's always nice to see that folks aren't annoyed about how much i talk in the tags. i have lots of opinions on lots of things! and i like to talk a lot. the reason i started talking more in the tags is actually because of asks like this—folks saying they liked seeing what i had to say on particular pokémon has encouraged me to actually talk about my thoughts more (although if you regularly read my tags, i tend to get off-topic pretty quickly. i queue these up very early in the morning, as soon as i get up, and i'm usually a little delirious), especially compared to my first early posts on this blog which didn't even have any tags at all, beyond the names of the pokémon. you're one of the like 4 ffp-mod likers how's it feel
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QUESTION
@predvestnik ↤ accepting :: HE’S A 10, BUT... ↩
‘ He isn't a ten. He's more like a bad, incomplete joke: seven, eight, nine. ’ Honestly, this was meant to target one Master Diluc, but can be about anyone—
DILUC the rag in his fist creaks. red eyes drop to it with an incredulity that peers further inward: down into the tight, discomfiting squirm of his chest.
oh. i’m going to be sensitive about this.
fantastic.
how mean. to be bullied like this, after a smooch?
after allowing him to feel vulnerable & stupid & delicious—
it’s certainly impossible to guess what has his cheeks grow ruddy all over again: the memory, or this shameless return to the norm.
perhaps it should be a blessing...
“ugh.”
at least it asks for no delicacy in return. it wouldn’t be rude not to feel. no weeping maiden stands in line to curse his lineage for an affront she should have expected, angled for. ( no. no, that’s him right now, isn’t it? holy sh- )
don’t have to feel anything about this.
( right. because that was ever an option. )
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