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crystal-lillies · 1 year
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I just want to put it out there that I recently named my Scarlet playthrough Lucario after Orym.
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SENDERO DE CÁHIZ AKA CÁDIZ LOOOOOL
the protagonists are gaditans confirmed!!!!!!! i now need videos like the scottish protagonists of sword and shield but with a heavy cádiz accent or i'll die
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feral-gaming · 1 year
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I cannot believe they seriously did that...
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…💔 un cuore a metà
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can't believe binghe sees sqq shirtless for the first time and has the worst emotion of his life to date. Normal reaction
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metalesbo · 1 year
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took me weeks to hatch a shiny quaxley
but kanchome came home uwu
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pan-fried-autism · 1 year
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DAISY!!!! I love u :)
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geckosquid · 6 months
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For reasons science cannot explain you now make the rules.
I am a simple bean, who’s played too many video games and watched to much anime. Im not going to try and become god, that always ends badly. But I’ll do little things. I get to stay up as late as I want and I won’t be tired tomorrow. If my favorite clothes or items wear out, I can go buy the exact same ones. I won’t get motion sick when I’m traveling. Cure my own allergies. You know, those kinds of things.
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fanbun · 1 year
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Pokemon: Gaming's Most Successful Failure
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namimikan · 2 years
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clark: has on/off relationships with three women, all of which feel like last less than a year of dating in the grand total time of things
clark: second time’s the charm, i’m going to ask her to marry me now
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yeehawbvby · 1 year
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Like a Train | Arven x GN!Reader
Rating: Teen+
Summary: You and Arven are best buds. After he makes a minor change in his appearance, you're left wondering why you suddenly want more than that.
Author’s Note: My headcanon age for Arven is that he’s a young adult, somewhere between 20-24 years old. If this proves to be wrong in the future, please consider him to be aged up to this range! Likewise, for the sake of the continuity (i.e. Little Buddy and whatnot), you have a similarly tiny stature to the main character in Pokémon SV. For the sake of all of us, your character here is not a teenager lol, but instead roughly the same age as Arven, give or take a few years. Finally, the academy takes students of all ages (as you see in the game), but I wrote it with more of a college setting in mind.
Thank you for understanding!! ^^ Please see the end for more notes x
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“Aha. Perfect timing to make eye contact,” Raifort calls out, followed by my name. She then proceeds to ask a question about what she was just discussing, knowing that I wasn’t paying attention. 
Instead, I was engaged in a quiet, heated discussion with my desk-mate, research partner, and one of my only friends in Paldea so far… about our teacher’s hair.
Why does that one piece of her fringe move so much? Is it sentient? Is it a glitch in the life-simulation? Would it bleed if she were to cut or shave it off? Does she know it does that? Does she do it on purpose somehow? This is important stuff! 
“Get fucked,” my accomplice whispers as I stutter out gibberish. I try to gather my thoughts and come up with something to appease Raifort.
Once I realize it’s to no avail, I give up, lean back in my seat, and shoot my friend a squint. One that silently says, ‘I hate you, if she gets mad it is totally your fault, I will kill you if you make this any worse.’
Smirking, Arven’s leaning on our shared desk with both elbows, with his hands against his forehead. He’s using his right one to hold a pen, as well as keep his bangs out of the corresponding eye, and he’s slightly turned towards me. Making sure he can inconspicuously watch me suffer at his expense, with that pretty teal gaze of his. I am but a jester in his court. Luckily, Raifort catches on and calls the man out.
“Oh, perhaps you would like to answer the question instead, Master Arven?” 
His head whips up, and he drops his bangs (and nearly his pen). “N-no thank you, ma’am.”
Raifort sighs, letting this exchange slide with a curt glare, and continues her lecture.
I snort back a laugh, covering it up by clearing my throat. Then, I softly parrot “Get fucked,” into Arven’s ear, nudging his elbow with mine. Just as we both break into a fit of giggles, we’re saved by the bell.
“You’re a prick,” I laugh as I shove my notes into my backpack. 
“No you,” Arven quips. Very original. “What are you doing after this?” he asks, shifting the conversation. 
“Well,” I ponder, “You wanted to scope out the area where our next titan allegedly lives this week, yeah?” He nods, walking in front of me as we exit the class. “Cool, then let’s go!”
“What? Now?!” I nod and hum enthusiastically as I wrap around to his left. He looks out the nearby window at the sunset, and his one visible eyebrow furrows as he turns to face me. “Don’t get me wrong little buddy, I love the enthusiasm, but it’s a bit late for that. It’ll be dark by the time we’re on site.”
I let my trusty Fuecoco out of its Pokéball. It looks up at us as we slow to a halt, and I present it to Arven, arms stretched out towards the Pokémon. “Our flashlight!” 
Fuecoco, wanting to help, does its own little pose. Its arms promptly spread, and it balances on one stubby leg, shaking as it tries not to fall over.
Arven bites back a smile and rolls his eyes. “We went to a ton of classes today, I don’t want to do more work.” 
I scoop up Fuecoco and scratch under its chin before we continue walking. “We can camp, too...” 
Arven deadpans me, pursing his lips in frustration. He loves camping. There’s no way he’ll turn down a late-night adventure if it ends with a good ol’ camp!
“I’ll let you make the sandwiches,” I sing, trying to convince him further.
We reach the entrance hall and pull off to a nearby pillar to get out of other students’ ways. After placing his backpack on the ground next to his legs, Arven crosses his arms and leans against the pillar. I lean against the nearest wall, about 2 feet away. Fuecoco is having a blast inspecting all the passing students from my arms, occasionally waving to their accompanied Pokémons. 
“You won’t just give them all to the lizardmobile?” he asks, staring down at me with contempt.
“Shouldn’t you be flattered that ‘Raidon loves your cooking?!” I whine. I shake my head, and knowing Arven’s retort already, I cut him off before he can even start. “Either way, no promises, but I swear to Arceus I won’t complain about being hungry.”
A heavy sigh leaves the ambiguously blond’s nostrils. “…Go on,” Arven prompts, wanting more bribes.
I squint at him. He gives me a smug grin. “Hmm,” I dramatically hum in thought. “I’ll pay for the ingredients.”
“And?”
“I’ll get stuff to make s’mores, too.”
“And?”
“What more do you want from me, dude?!” 
His smile is now downright evil, and he stays silent. He untucks a hand to vaguely gesture at me, then crosses it back into his arms, waiting for me to continue. 
“I can, uh.” I look around for ideas, but I’ve got nothing. “I dunno…” I wince, knowing that ‘I dunno’ is not a very convincing offer.
He chuckles. 
Noticing how sleepy Fuecoco seems to be getting, I return it. Now, it’s time to use my last resort. 
“Pleeease?” I pout. Fidgeting with Fuecoco’s ball. Tucking my arms behind my back and swiveling my upper body to feign innocence. Batting my eyelashes for added effect.
It looks like there’s a hint of rosiness to Arven’s cheeks as he gives in, clutching his fists. He turns his head in another direction, shutting his eyes. What a drama queen! I beam, though, knowing what this means.
“Fine.” I open my mouth to cheer, but he holds up a palm to stop me. “But we’re only investigating for an hour.”
I scowl. “2 hours.” I make my way to the nearest hallway and dig through my bag for my student ID.
“Hour and a half.”
“3 hours!”
“No?”
“Fuck you!”
“Fuck you!” He laughs, following me. “Go pack before I change my mind.”
“You don’t need to?” I question, swiping my card at the station closest to the elevators. Arven reaches behind himself and pats his obnoxiously large backpack. I roll my eyes in response. “Wait here, then. I’ll try to be quick.”
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Arven was right. After a quick stop at Deli Cioso, we made our way on ‘Raidon to the steel titan’s location, where it was pitch black. Only had the moon, the stars, and Fuecoco as our guiding light. 
We tried to work with it: Observing the various burrows in the cliffsides, the uniform cracks in the ground, the way the earth would occasionally rumble beneath us. But when Fuecoco was startled by a cheeky Misdreavous, it accidentally lit the corner of my notebook on fire. We took that as a sign to call it a night.
Arven and I found a nice spot to make camp, high up and overlooking a distant Levincia. I can’t wait to go there for the gym challenge. Maybe I’ll try to spend a few nights there with my prize money.
I take a break from my daydreaming and turn back to see Arven setting up a foldable table to make food on. Or, at least he’s trying to. Both of our teams are very eager to get in his way. My Tinkatuff keeps whacking its hammer at the table legs, shaking it up, while Arven’s Toedscruel pokes at his back, wanting attention.
“Need any help?”
“No,” he stubbornly mumbles. 
I roll my eyes and find a spot to sit by the campfire. My back is up against a tree, and I’m on a spare blanket that I brought specifically for this purpose. Figured it’s better than letting our pants get all dirty on the ground. 
Just as I’m getting cozy, I hear a frustrated “Oh, you little shits!” I peer up, and my friend is looking at me from his workstation, his features riddled with defeat. 
The table is covered in sandwich-picks, salt, pepper, and lettuce, which Arven’s Greedent is eagerly munching away at. Poor guy can’t do anything about it because my Eevee is parkouring between his arms and shoulders, slipping right out from his grasp every time he thinks he can grab it.
I can’t help but laugh at the mess unraveling before me, but get up to help anyway. After returning each of my Pokémon to their balls, Arven is able to do the same. 
“Not having a chance to battle all day must’ve really amped them up,” he grumbles, cleaning the spilled food and condiments. 
I lean over the table, opposite from him. “Excuse me for wanting to take a day off from the treasure hunt to make sure neither of us will flunk out.”
“I didn’t even need most of the classes we went to today.”
“Technically, you do,” I point out. “You’re, like, way behind on credits, no?” He scoffs, and incoherently grumbles under his breath. Trying to think on the bright side, I add on, “Cheer up, bud. Being able to pick when we go to which classes and who we go with is cool, at least. My last college would never.”
“True,” he grunts, lugging out a portable generator to plug his panini press into. “Still doesn’t make me enjoy any of it.” 
After rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, Arven dips his head down, pulling a hair tie out from one of his pockets. I’m about to nag him, like, ‘The better you do, the sooner you’ll be done, and I can help you study,’ and all that. But instead, he stands up straight again, and my brain short-circuits. 
Forearms. Broad shoulders. Both eyes. Ponytail. Baby hairs— oh, he’s pinning them back. Those eyes. Both eyes! Eyebrows. Neck… thick. Hair… up… Oh Arceus the puffy vest is coming off too.
Hrng. Shit.
Arven says something but I don’t hear him. Have his lips always looked so nice? Since when is he this attractive? How do I look? Do I look okay? Does he think I look okay? 
A large hand snaps in front of my face, and I hear my name being sternly spoken by the man in front of me. I blink a few times, coming to. How long was I staring for? 
“W-wha—?”
“Everything okay, amiguito?” 
Both of Arven’s bushy eyebrows are furrowed, and he looks concerned for me, albeit amused. My cheeks feel warm with blush, and I can only hope that he doesn’t notice it. 
“Y-yeah, uh,” I struggle to form words. “Tired, I guess.” 
His eyes zigzag around my face… and he looks… so... Oh no, oh no oh no oh no he is so hot. And he totally can see how red my face is with how bright the nearby fire is. He’s about to pry — I can tell by his arms folding across his chest — but I make a swift escape.
“Oops! Leftsomethinginthetent!”
I can comfortably stand up straight in our tent, but opt to fall to my knees, curling into a ball while I try to get my act together.
I’ve thought Arven was cute ever since I met him a few months ago. But I’ve never felt, like… like this. It doesn’t make any sense! I’ve never looked into his eyes and felt Butterfrees in my stomach. I’ve never looked at his mouth and wanted to kiss it. I’ve never looked at his neck and wondered what it would look like covered in love bites. My love bites. 
Or… I don’t think I have…?
I spend a few heartbeats wracking my brain for clues. Seeing if this is as sudden as it feels like it is. But like a train, I’m hit with thoughts of all the stolen glimpses I’ve taken in passing. Of my stomach doing flips when Arven murmurs my name a certain way. His smile sometimes being all it takes to brighten my worst days. The way I’ve memorized the feeling of his hand wrapped with mine, pulling me off the ground or ripping me away from danger…
Oh god.
It makes complete sense, actually.
How in the world am I supposed to go back out there and focus on anything other than him, now that it’s all clicked?
Phew. I gotta breathe. I can do this! I’ll just act how I usually do. That shouldn’t be too hard, right? Right! 
I check my appearance with my phone’s camera, take another deep breath, and emerge back outdoors. Rather than meeting Arven at the table, I sit by the fire again. I feel eyes on me, and feeling hopeful that it’s a wild Pokémon, I look up at Arven… who’s looking at me. 
“What?”
“¿Qué pasa?” he asks. “You seem weird.”
“I dunno what you’re talking about, I’m fine. Peachy as a pecha berry.”
“Sure...” 
“I am!”
He sighs, and continues assembling our sandwiches. “Did… did I do something wrong?” Arven asks. 
“What?”
“I-I do really appreciate that you want me to do well in classes, if that’s what this is about. It’s amazing that you help me out as much as you do, and I’m sorry if it didn’t seem like—”
My brows furrow as I cut him off, “What?! Arven, i-it’s fine, I get you. This has nothing to do with that.”
“Aha!” He whips around to face me after putting one of the sandwiches into the heated press. “Something is up.” 
My mouth opens and closes a few times, trying to find words. Then, I frown. Then, I look at the fire. If I ignore him, he’ll surely drop it, right? 
Wrong.
I hear footsteps, but don’t look up. I see something crouching near me, but I shift my eyes the other way. Then, I hear a thump in each ear and see a shadow in my peripherals. I finally look up, and Arven’s arms are outstretched to either side of me. When I meet his eyes, I realize that his face is closer than I could’ve ever expected it to be. Oh Arceus above.
“A-Arven?!”
“Please let me help you, bud. All I want is to be able to help you the way you’ve been helping Mabosstiff and I.”
I’ve only ever known Arven to be persistent, and a little clingy, and self-conscious enough to max out both of those traits at certain times. Realistically, I should’ve seen something like this coming. But even if I did, nothing could have prepared me for him to cage me against a tree. Face inches from mine. Both eyes boring into mine with concern.
What am I supposed to say?! ‘Sorry, but you’re ridiculously attractive, and apparently I have feelings for you, and I only realized that because you pUT YOUR HAIR IN A STUPID FUCKING PONYTAIL—‘
He addresses me again, softer this time. My eyes are trained on his smooth lips, drinking in the way they ebb as he speaks my name. I snap out of my trance, and when I look into his eyes, there’s a certain vulnerability I’ve only seen come out when it comes to his partner Pokémon.
Oh god damnit. 
There’s no getting out of this.
I let out a shaky breath, and all I can manage to squeak out, is “Y-you… you’re really handsome, is all. Caught me off guard.” I mean, it’s half-true.
I look down, worried about what expression I’ll see in Arven’s eyes. I mean to look ‘through’ him, but instead I’m focused on his lips again. I gnaw at my own bottom one to stop myself from leaning in towards my friend’s.
When I notice how silent he’s been, I bravely peek up, and his cheeks are a deep, tamato berry red. His eyebrows twitch, unsure of where to settle. It’s adorable. And his mouth is open ever so slightly, like he wants to say something, but doesn’t know what or how.
As if the universe is trying to save me, Arven and I smell something burning, and lock widened eyes. I peek past him at the fire, while he removes his palms from the tree and twists his upper body towards the table. 
“Shit!” Arven exclaims, scrambling to his feet.
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“I can’t believe you’re eating that.”
I look up from my plate and shrug. “The fillings even out the taste of char.”
Arven laughs. “You’re nasty. Even your dumb lizard didn’t want it.”
“Duh, it has a refined palette.” Through another half-mouthful of burnt bread, melted cheese, and various proteins and veggies, I continue, “It’sh been shpoiled by your herba myshtica concoctionsh.”
Swiping the crumbs of his finished sandwich off his pants and onto his empty plate, Arven responds, “Fair. But still, I could’ve just made you a new one.” He nods over to Levincia, and adds, “‘Raidon could have brought you down there for more bread and back in only a few minutes, no?”
“Well, probably, but I didn’t wanna wait.”
He puts the plate down beside him and puts his hands behind his head, leaning back onto the same tree he had me pinned against no more than 20 minutes ago. His eyes are closed. He looks so peaceful. So pretty…
Nope. Gotta stop. I can’t gawk at him again. I’ve done more than enough of that. 
“Plus,” I add to my previous statement, “I don’t like to be wasteful.”
“You're like a Garbodor.”
I gasp, feigning offense. Even though Arven can’t see my expression, the corners of his lips are upturned. 
“If I were a pokémon I’d be something way cuter, thank you very much.” 
Wanting to get it out of the way, I hork down the last bite of my sandwich. The warmed fillings truly are delicious, but we have no utensils, and I didn’t wanna get my hands even dirtier, so I had to settle for using the burnt bread as a vessel. It’s not exactly an easy eat.
“Sí… Mas pequeño, también,” Arven clarifies.
After chasing my food with a bunch of water, I respond, “Exaaactly.”
“Like… a Wooper.” I open my mouth to agree, and knowing me too well, he holds up a finger to stop me. His lids open slightly as he side-eyes me. “A Paldean Wooper. Not the blue ones you had back in wherever-the-hell.”
I tuck my legs to my chest and snort back a laugh. “Are you telling me I look like a Wooper covered in shit?”
“Are you insulting the fauna of my country?” I deadpan him, and his smile grows. “Also, yes, I am calling you a Wooper covered in shit.” I roll my eyes at his confirmation.
“I tell you that you look good, and this is the thanks I get…” I mumble into my knees.
As if he’d forgotten, Arven’s eyes widen. A thick blush coats his nose and cheeks, and my own face copies. Fuck. Why did I say that? Everything was going so well.
“Y-you… hah,” he lets out a breathy laugh and continues, “You did say that, didn’t you?”
“I don’t wanna talk about it.” I mutter under my breath, “Arceus, why did I bring that up again?” 
Arven leans off of the tree and swivels his body to face mine. “I do.” I wanna punch that cocky smirk off his face sooo badly. Restraining myself, I look down. “I thought I said something to upset you,” he laments, prompting me to look back up. “But instead, you were just in awe of my dashing good looks.” He punctuates his sentence with a flick at his ponytail. 
I feel myself getting flustered again, so I can’t think of a witty response. I just laugh into my knees, and hug them closer. The laugh trails into a frustrated growl. Then, I grumble something that I barely even understand, followed by a surprised squeak when I feel a large palm ruffling my hair. 
“Seriously, though, what else is wrong?”
“Nothing?” I mutter out while smoothing Arven’s mess.
“What do you mean? It can’t be just that.”
“I don’t know what you want me to tell ya, big guy. The ponytail is a good look for you.”
“...You’re messing with me, ¿sí?”
“Just take the compliment!” I snap. “You’re hot, Arven. I don’t typically function as intended when I’m around people I like.” 
Wide, turquoise eyes pierce into mine. “‘Like,’ eh?”
In disbelief that I’m spewing all this right now, I bury my face into my hands. Trying to maneuver around the situation, I ramble, “I mean, you’ve seen me with Saguaro. My ability to form coherent words eludes me when I’m around that hunk.”
“You think I’m hot?”
“Arven.”
“And you like m—“
“Bud.”
“Amiguito—“
“Please stop,” I whine, trying not to actually cry or throw a tantrum.
The crackling of the campfire fills empty space, assisted by the occasional lokix chirp. Waves crash in the distance, but any bustle coming from Levincia is silent to us. A few moments go by, and still feeling Arven’s eyes on me, I sigh. 
“It’s just… weird for me,” I quietly explain. “You’re my best friend. I never expected to suddenly be hit with feelings any greater than that.”
“Just to clarify,” he teases, “this happened because I put my hair up?”
“I mean,” I trail off to find my wording. Looking everywhere except his face. “I-I’m sure it was brewing longer than that and I just didn’t realize. It’s dumb, I know, but—” 
Arven shuffles over to make more space in front of the tree. Shifting his position from cross-legged to sitting on his knees, he then pulls me closer to him, by the waist, all while his eyes never stray from mine. Then, just like earlier, he traps me against the tree. Last time he did this, his eyes were filled with worry. This time, they’re dark with want. Oh good god.
Dumbfounded by the intimate touch, and how he’s looking at me, and how close we are, and the way he’s now cupping my face with one of his hands and moving his face closer to my face oh my god, I stutter, “W-what are you—?!”
“Cállate, pendejo,” he whispers, just before his lips meet mine. 
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Author’s Note 2.0, I guess: *I’m not a native Spanish speaker, so please correct me if I’m wrong!! But I went with “male” endings to words because like, iirc, addressing something with a male pronoun is the closest there is to gender-neutrality in a case like this? I think? And I wanted this to be as ungendered as I could make it so anyone can feel welcome :’)
Also! The Raifort hair thing refers to a glitch in my game LOL Idk if it's a universal experience but I thought it would be fun to add in
I hope you enjoyed! Take care x
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acribiatellurica · 5 months
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Chi può faccia la differenza.
Non vedo l’ora che ci sia la prossima lezione di sv dal vero, venerdì prossimo, è passato troppo tempo dalla prima e ultima seguita ma d’altra parte dovevo pur riprendermi dalle stimmate di fuoco che mi sono procurata in casa in un momento di estenuazione assoluta. Voglio buttarmi nella mischia, essere vista e riconosciuta (ma non conosciuta, me ne vergogno e ogni cosa mi dimostra che faccio bene) più di quanto non abbia mai creduto.
Le (belle) lezioni universitarie in presenza sono linfa di vita.
Non ci crederete, ma fino a dieci giorni fa non assistevo a una lezione di persona da otto anni, ossia da prima di ammalarmi.
Quando scrivete di quanto siete stanchi delle lezioni (giustamente, ci mancherebbe) presenzierei io per voi. Ai miei occhi siete tutti fortunatissimi in qualunque circostanza, e magari fosse solo per questo.
Mi prenderei tutto delle vite di cui leggo. Sono innumerevoli i limiti di cui non parlo, le cose che non posso fare, eppure delle quali non mi lagno mai nonostante ne avrei diritto. Le mie disabilità dinamiche non si colmano nemmeno con strumenti di supporto come le carrozzine. Non si colmano e basta e, soprattutto, non si curano. Si possono a stento addomesticare e spesso lo si fa nella solitudine di quattro mura, a suon di “conosci te stesso”. I signori medici hanno altri impegni.
Per questo, a volte e paradossalmente, mi sembra più “fortunato” chi non abbia gli arti disponibili ma per il resto può riorganizzarsi una quotidianità in qualche modo. Non che sia simpatico, ma sono limiti speculari ai miei. Esistono disabilità per tutti i gusti.
Per me invece ogni giorno è un terno al lotto fin dal primo istante.
Semplicemente devo soggiacere ai miei ritmi, che nel tempo si sono infiacchiti ancora di più. La mia giornata media è inenarrabile, se già la migliore farebbe ridere i polli.
E sono anche considerata un brutto ceffo per questo mio esistere, come se a monte avessi architettato un minuziosissimo disegno di autosabotaggio di cui non voglio parlare. È più comodo credere così. Dopo un post del genere sarebbe doveroso uscire di scena per un po’.
Io sono anche questo, che piaccia o meno.
E non mi fido più di chi glissa per passare a quello che conviene; non ho più buone parole da spendere su questa pratica opportunistica.
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adobe-outdesign · 1 year
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I'm not sure if you're taking ask at the moment but if you are, what do you think of Toedscool and Toedscruel? There some of my favorite pokemon in Paldea!
(Quick note: We're getting into the SV requests now and the official art isn't out yet (and might not be for several weeks), so I'm going to rely on scans and in-game models. Chances are my opinions won't change when the actual art comes out, but if it does I'll reblog and update later.)
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My problem with Wiglett—which I'll summarize here, for those who haven't read that review—was that it was, ultimately, a waste of the idea of convergent evolution 'mons. The concept didn't feel justifiable as its own thing, and the design was bland and too similar to the original.
I am therefore happy to say that, in my opinion, the Toedscool line is a major step up. It's far stronger both conceptually and visually than the Wiglett line, and is more justifiable as a convergent evo instead of a regional. With the Wiglett line, it felt like it could've just been a water-type Diglett regional that happened to look a bit like a garden eel; but with this line, it would make no sense for a squid to suddenly go onto land, grow legs, and become a fungus. It's also much more obvious, visually speaking, what they were going for and what the difference between the two species is.
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When this line was first leaked, I was hoping for something based off of the bleeding tooth fungus, because it would fit the original line's red orbs. While GameFreak didn't go down that route, they did make another mushroom reference: the wood ear mushroom, which is a Japanese pun (translating out to "tree jellyfish"). Toedscruel is bit closer to these mushrooms in appearance, while Toedscool is more akin to a mica cap:
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Visually, Toedscool is relatively similar to the original, with a few changes; namely the color and the orbs being markings instead, to better fit the bell-mushroom shape. That may sound underwhelming, but what makes this line is the fact that it has legs now:
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Nothing is funnier than watching this noodle-limbed thing flop about and running at speeds it really doesn't seem like it should be able to reach. It's not only hilarious, but gives something to instantly make it distinct from the original.
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And Toedscruel? Somehow, it's even better. It keeps an equally silly walk animation (this time hopping instead of running), but really starts to depart from the original design more while still being identifiable as something Tentacruel-esq.
Visually, the noot-noot snout is delightful, and feels like a natural change from Tentacruel's beak. The changes made to the dome are subtle but really help to convey the mushroom shape, and the legs work well as "roots" of sorts.
The biggest change though is the colors, and I have to say, they look fantastic. The brown likely references the aforementioned wood-ear mushroom, while the lime green gives it almost a glowing effect. The pink accents are subtle and work nicely with the brown, and help to tie it back to Toedscool's palette. I've always liked Tentacruel just fine, but honestly, this design just blows the original out of the water (both figuratively and literally).
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Overall, I'll happily welcome more convergent evos if they're as good as this line is.
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Костёл Святого Георгия, или призраки в церкви.
Church of St. George, or ghosts in the church.
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Церковь Святого Георгия (Kostel sv. Jiří) - расположена в Чехии, в деревушке Лукова на границе Карловарского и Пльзенского краев. Церковь была построена в 1352 году и до шестидесятых годов прошлого века была обычной деревенской церковью, но в 1968 году потолок церкви обвалился прямо во время похорон и местные жители посчитали, что восстанавливать церковь - слишком дорогое удовольствие.
В последующие годы вдобавок к постоянно увеличивающимся разрушениям было украдено все движимое имущество храма, включая картины, религиозные атрибуты, скульптуры, башенные часы и даже колокол. Остальное подверглось вандализму. Не так давно с целью сохранения церкви в качестве культурного памятника у Якуба Хадравы, студента скульптурного факультета Университета Западной Богемии, возникла идея: он населил заброшенную церковь сваянными им же призраками в 2012 году. Так появились 32 уникальные скульптуры из ткани, пропитанной гипсом.Фигуры изображают призраков судетских немцев, живших в деревне во времена Второй мировой войны и каждое воскресенье приходивших в этот костел. Этой работой Хадрава хочет показать миру, что у этого места есть история, которая имеет большое влияние на людей.
Church of St. George (Kostel sv. Jiří) - located in the Czech Republic, in the village of Lukova on the border of Karlovy Vary and Pilsen regions. The church was built in 1352 and until the sixties of the last century was an ordinary village church, but in 1968 the ceiling of the church collapsed during a funeral and local residents felt that restoring the church was too expensive.
In the following years, in addition to the ever-increasing destruction, all the movable property of the temple was stolen, including paintings, religious paraphernalia, sculptures, a tower clock and even a bell. The rest was vandalized. Not long ago, in order to preserve the church as a cultural monument, Jakub Hadrava, a student at the Faculty of Sculpture at the University of West Bohemia, came up with an idea: he populated the abandoned church with ghosts he sculpted in 2012.This is how 32 unique sculptures made of fabric impregnated with plaster appeared. The figures depict the ghosts of the Sudeten Germans who lived in the village during the Second World War and came to this church every Sunday. With this work, Khadrawa wants to show the world that this place has a history that has a great impact on people.
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Ha gli occhi rossi più del rossetto…tutte le notti piange in silenzio
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OK notable heterosexual shen qingqiu. this is a usual and straight thing to think sure ok
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