title: ohio is for lovers wordcount: 2461 rating: PG summary: Twenty secrets, twenty different ways to say I love you; different people have different ways of expressing themselves, and it doesn't have to be through words.
It's sad because I like writing angst and um idk I tend to write villains that way, ie - OH GOD THEY HAD A REASON TO TURN OUT THAT WAY, THEY'RE NOT 100000% BAD TO THE BOTTOM OF THEIR SHRIVELLED BLACK HEARTS. Hnng don't mind me Q___Q
I'm glad you got the general emotions I was trying to put across. I definitely like Cyrus, if only because he's an interesting character and...well, I don't know D:
Man it's times like this that I give thanks for Diamond and Pearl Adventure, because I think the mangaka had the same reaction to Cyrus that a lot of the fans did--ie, seeing that although his actions were evil, what he wanted was a twisted variant on something that was good at its heart--only unlike most fans, Ihara was in a position to do something about it.
Fffffuuu-- I'm glad you think so! *u* Writing for Pokemon is a sort of slightly newish experience for me because idk. I'VE NOT REALLY SERIOUSLY DONE IT BEFORE ;A;
My favourites of this batch: Morty/Kimon Girl, Darach/Caitlin, Diamond/Platina and Marge/Ruby (coincidently you wrote about the same scene I did haha).
But there was some great writing here. I especially liked this sentence: One evening finds her and Morty atop the Bell Tower-he stands out against the backdrop of gold and vermillion like a dark blot of ink spilled amongst the crinkled fallen leaves, whilst she all but drowns in the sea of rusty, muted colours, the edges of the silken fabric of her kimono bleeding into the papery foliage. It really fits with the setting of Ecruteak. I also liked how you gave the Kimone Girls, or at least one of them, a story and a character.
“So be it,” Marge declares, the cold blaze of contempt colouring her rising tones. “If I can’t have you, nobody else can.” That was awesome. I am biased because I really like this pairing, but the drabble was well written and just great <3
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Yeees. Thanks to the kink meme, I have come to absolutely adore Morty/Kimomo Girl; I don't know, but it lends itself very well to my style, I guess.
(: Thank you! I admit, I took huge liberties with that scene there, but nothing wrong with a little creative license, eh?
Yeah, partway through this I started having misgivings, but I guess after a while, my theme became 'oh, hey, let's try to fit as little actual spoken dialogue into this as possible, and if I can, use exactly 167 words worth of speech, like was allotted in that poem'. Sadly, I failed rather dismally - instead of that, I had 361 words. But at the end of the day, perhaps I didn't let myself down too badly - that only accounted for about 7% of the entire fic, which I'm rather proud of -- especially given that I used to have a horrible tendency to overuse dialogue.
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I'm glad you got the general emotions I was trying to put across. I definitely like Cyrus, if only because he's an interesting character and...well, I don't know D:
Thanks for reading and commenting! ❤
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But there was some great writing here. I especially liked this sentence: One evening finds her and Morty atop the Bell Tower-he stands out against the backdrop of gold and vermillion like a dark blot of ink spilled amongst the crinkled fallen leaves, whilst she all but drowns in the sea of rusty, muted colours, the edges of the silken fabric of her kimono bleeding into the papery foliage. It really fits with the setting of Ecruteak. I also liked how you gave the Kimone Girls, or at least one of them, a story and a character.
“So be it,” Marge declares, the cold blaze of contempt colouring her rising tones. “If I can’t have you, nobody else can.” That was awesome. I am biased because I really like this pairing, but the drabble was well written and just great <3 ( ... )
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(: Thank you! I admit, I took huge liberties with that scene there, but nothing wrong with a little creative license, eh?
Yeah, partway through this I started having misgivings, but I guess after a while, my theme became 'oh, hey, let's try to fit as little actual spoken dialogue into this as possible, and if I can, use exactly 167 words worth of speech, like was allotted in that poem'. Sadly, I failed rather dismally - instead of that, I had 361 words. But at the end of the day, perhaps I didn't let myself down too badly - that only accounted for about 7% of the entire fic, which I'm rather proud of -- especially given that I used to have a horrible tendency to overuse dialogue.
As always, thanks for the valued feedback! ❤❤
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