theres too many pokemon games where you play as a kid whos full of life and full of potential. there needs to be a pokemon game where you play as a college dropout who lives in a shitty apartment
your starter pokemon are trubbish, rattata and glameow. which symbolise the trash you keep forgetting to take out, the rats living in your walls and the stray cat you keep trying to befriend but it keeps hissing at you.
you guys dont get it its not supposed to be dark and edgy its supposed to be living in a mundane setting and slowly rediscovering the wonder in the world by going on a journey with a magical trash bag that is your friend, its about love and recovery and coping with the stress of your adult life with your friend who is made of sentient garbage
“Rent’s paid up for the month, but... I’ve got 2000₽ to my name... I guess I can apply for food aid?.”
“Yeah... Shit’s rough, but that’s gotta be your first move.”
“I... I don’t even know why they laid me off.”
“Listen dude, automation’s come a long way. Not your fault the robots came for you first.”
“Ha.”
...
“Well... This could be your chance to finally start training pokemon.”
“Shut up.”
“I’m actually... Not really joking. It’s a pretty decent side-hustle. Could at least get you some spare cash. You’ve even got a starter.”
“You mean... The trubbish that showed up because of my bad cleaning habits.”
“Yeah.”
“Literal garbage. You want me to train literal garbage.”
“I’ve heard stories of a guy who beat Legends with a rattatta, don’t go saying it’s impossible. You’ve got a starter, and you live right next to a park, which is itself, right next to a pokestop. 2000₽ gets you a handful of pokeballs, and a couple of healing potions.”
“Yeah. So I’m spending money. I don’t see how this makes me money.”
“Trainers, breeders, hobbyists. Most of the ones you’ll find out there have sponsorships with breeding and training businesses. They need to get in good, difficult fights, so they’ll literally pay anyone who can beat them. Most of the ones without sponsorships have plenty of money anyway, so same deal.”
“So... You recommend I try to beat professional trainers?”
“They’re like... Not much more professional than you. A well trained trubbish could mop the floor with a lot of them.”
“And the money...?”
“Depends on the trainer. Usually bottoms out around 500₽, though. Four wins, and you’ve made back any investment.”
“So... I take my hyperactive bag of garbage-”
“Probably hyperactive because it hasn’t gotten to do anything in ages.”
“Okay, fine, but I go get a few pokeballs... And then I just start fighting things?”
“Pretty much.”
“This... Sounds like a terrible idea.”
“Let me just read off one of your old texts here... ‘Some days I just want to go ape shitt and start beating people up.’ Two ‘t’s on shit, by the way.”
“Your point?”
“Getting in a fight sounds like it might be therapeutic after working behind a counter for so long.”
...
“Fuck you. You’re right but fuck you, I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
Takamatsu Tomori is one of the most enchanting protagonists ever because the show she's in fundamentally gets that being autistic automatically qualifies you to be a tragic hero. To wit:
- The passions and drives most central to yourself are either written off as odd quirks or glorified as adorable eccentricities until they actually make people mad, at which point they become cardinal sins that you have always already been committing.
- People give you advice and opinions couched in the most impenetrable metaphor and obscure paralanguage and expect you to magically parse them lest you misunderstand the prophecy and stumble into your doom.
- You are abandoned by so many people who first tell you to 'be yourself' and then walk off that you genuinely come to question your humanity and place within every conceivable system and relationship.
- You make a precious few allies despite the circumstances and are stricken by a profound terror and dread of having transgressed in some unknown and unforgivable way whenever they decide for some personal reason to shut you out or chuckle at your opinions or frown upon your behavior.
- You realize all the 'right' things way too late and are permanently left wondering what the hell you could've done different, a line of questioning that in the worst spirals leads you to the answer, "Uh, be a different kind of human being entirely?"
- You struggle to come up with the right thing to say 90% of the time and say it in ways that are interpreted in the worst possible manner the remaining 10%, a capacity for triggering obvious collapses in tottering structures that you nonetheless assume through sheer conditioned guilt to be entirely your fault.
- You have arrived in the face of everything at a way of doing things that gives you structure and routine, a deeply personal set of significances that the world decides one random day to scatter like leaves.
- You are crushed on both ends between the twin horrors of a world that you simply do not seem designed to fit in and a personal responsibility to ensuring you manage to survive in it anyway.
- At the end of all the heartbreaks and quarrels and abandonments and betrayals, you can only really find a modicum of peace and dignity by being unrestrictedly yourself, by admitting that the aforementioned cavalcade of reversals and collapses has scarred you for who-knows-how-long, and declaring in the face of it all that you want to live anyway, because it all MEANT something, goddammit.
Aye, Tomori lives in a story that understands the tragedy of all this, and does not deny or downplay the disaster of it all, but simply give her another day, the long tomorrows of a lost child's youth, and a night whose stars she can sing her tales into. And perhaps that is something after all- something she can touch and feel and caress and hold dear, an odd little thing that's shaped just right, and a moment of peace.
out of the three of them I think TP Link is the softest imo (a sweet country bumpkin, you know?? and he's the only one who pets animals) idk he's a sweetheart okay?? somewhere...midna is probably making fun of him for crying, but she's just hiding her own emotions :')
there was so much I wanted to do in this part, like Epona's Song (with the ocarina and the horse call/Ilia's necklace), and then I thought this moment was a good chance for Twilight to remember the Hero's Shade, but that meant Time needed to fight something and I chose to draw More Horses and I d i e d
(fun fact: Time did a jump strike + helm splitter combined attack!)
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