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Ultimately, I concluded a Noctowl would fit Mia's 'simple elegance' aesthetic better than Alakazam (which has a somewhat more ornate design), although maybe she still does have one. Noctowl would also be a nice mentor for Phoenix's Decidueye.
As for Godot, I had a bit of trouble, but I guess Luxray's X-ray vision would help with his partial blindness? Their aesthetic is somewhat similar as well. I also avoided giving him any flying-types because 3-5 wouldn't have happened quite the same otherwise.
i’m gay but i’m always gonna choose the well developed straight ship over the 2 bland and incompatible white dudes that have 500,000 fanfics written about them. you guys just hate women.
In every film adaptation- even in the early oughts where they were allergic to admitting that they were making superhero movies- Superman has always been dressed like Superman. You can't not. You can't disguise it. You can't obfuscate it. Even at his most brooding he's still a guy in a cape and tights with a logo on his chest here to save the day and there's absolutely no way for any face-saving too-cool-for-school subdued redesign to dig your production out from under that irreducible Superheroic truth. They've barely managed to nix the boxers and even that's touch and go. Thank you, Superman, for holding the line, in this thing and in so many others
I never want to hear shit about unreliable narrators in ACOTAR and all it's shitty romantasy clones because the Locked Tomb is narrated by:
-A jock who tunes out whenever anyone explains the magic system and gets distracted by hot girls so much that she doesn't even notice she's in a murder mystery until the mystery is solved
-A nun lost in the fog of unfathomable grief and religious trauma who gave herself a lobotomy at Claire's and has no idea of what's even real anymore
-A six month old who eats sand and dirt and has already forgotten all of the world building that you learned in the last two books
Atrocitus of the Five Inversions, King of the Crimson Court, Red Messiah of The Butcher. He was once a simple mystic named Atros, but the Red Light flowing in his veins has warped his mind and body so fully, he cannot remember his own face, dressing his crown in a shifting, monstrous visage
$50,000 immediately dropped into my bank account wouldn't improve EVERYTHING but boy it sure would be a grand, sexy little start to a good, happy life path, don't you think
would you draw a tiny Marcus Shugel-Shen (Monkey Prince) and/or Xanthe Zhou? they don't canonically know each other but I think they could be best friends if they wanted to (Xanthe is friends with Cass and Marcus is "friends" with Damian canonically)
As I gaze at the structural column in Copley Station, cracked nearly in two and held together with zip ties that have been carefully painted over to match the column underneath, I feel my soul intertwined with that of a small Italian boy of days gone by, who also stopped to look up at a large, groaning, newly painted tank full of molasses