#<< can be either or hehe

[starshapedspider]

surprise guest

[samyazasheaven]

Speaking in the third person... AM -- which is I -- AM is satisfied with the sacrifice. He -- that is to say, I -- will spare the village his -- that is to say, my -- wrath for today. I have -- as I said before -- spoken.

(black and white version under the cut)

[wis-art]

fishing and proud

[mirensiart]

I miss albw tails, I miss it a lot…

anyway, I saw this meme and it’s them I fear

[teddybeartoji]

thinking about burying your face into shoko's chest when the scary movie is getting a litte too scary during the usual sashisu get-together. suguru is acting all calm, (you know his heartbeat is racing, though. he's not as cool as he thinks) surpressing a little smirk while satoru is clutching onto his sweater for his dear life.

shoko isn't focused on the boys, nor is she focused on the tv screen that's filled with blood and guts – your scrunched up face being way more intriguing. she's trying to be smooth, trying to just catch a proper glimpse of you but it's hard without making a fuss. she needs to turn her head and she knows that's gonna get your attention; she doesn't want that. she wants to look at you without you looking back. she wants to study you and your face, you and you expressions, you and your birthmarks and you and your scars. she can't do that if you're staring up at her. she can't study you like that - she'll get distracted.

but c'mon, you're right there – one hand on her stomach, holding yourself up a little while the other is lost somewhere between your bodies. she has to look at you.

and she does. from what she can see, your face is in fact all scrunched up and it is in fact as adorable as she'd thought it'd be. your eyebrows are furrowed, eyes screwed shut as the screaming and yelling continues booming from the tv. your bottom lip is a little jutted out; shoko's lips twitch. so do her fingers.

her one hand is securely holding wine glass while the other... has somehow found its way to your back. for comfort, she thinks to herself. she didn't even realize it was there. instinct, she thinks to herself.

she leans back a mere inch, eager to see more of your pained face but that's when your eyes open; staring right back at her, you feel small. you feel flustered. she has that effect on you. the fingers on your back have now found a lock of hair, twirling the ends between her fingers; surely tainting you with the faint tobacco smell. you don't care.

"scared?" she whispers. her lips move so smoothly, the dark hue of them inviting you in. maroon; the mixture of her own lipstick and the wine - you wonder how she'd taste.

"maybe..." you whisper back. she hums quietly, trying not to attract attention from the boys a few feet away.

"aw..."

it's hard not to burn at her words, her small coo.

"what about you, hm?" you hum back and she can feel it; feel it start from the back of your throat and make its way through your body and then through hers. you're so close. "your heart is beating pretty fast. you sure you're not scared?"

...

it's not often you, or anybody else for that matter, is able to catch her off-guard. this is... new.

she just blinks down at you a few times, her pretty eyelashes fluttering against her soft pale skin. her lips part, yet nothing comes out. for about twenty seconds, it's just you and her. no blood, no gore, no tv, no boys, no noise, no nothing - only her eyes and your eyes. when your own lips quirk up, ready to bark out a tease at her - satoru screams, pulling your attention from her.

while suguru is muffling trying to muffle satoru's awful noises by slapping a palm in front of his mouth and you're trying to keep your laughter from bubbling up - shoko is still staring at you.

[losver07]

here's the marauders getting their newt results cause i am at a point where i do not want to receive my test markings lol

sirius: i don't want to open it. i will not open it. moons you do it, just don't tell me if it's bad

remus: but you'll know it's bad 'cause i won't say anything

sirius: oh so you assume it's going to be bad?

remus: um... no?

james: uuuugh guys come on it's just paper and ink. look, i'll go first okay?

james: *opens his envelope*

james: HEY THAT'S NOT FAIR

pete: oh god we're all going to die, we're all dead, what if i am dead and this is my punishment what did i do to deserve this it's because i didn't recycle that one time is it oh no oh no oh nononono

sirius: is it... is it that bad?

james: YES, it is. i got a B- charms, i think i'm going to cry

remus: B-! that's good! i was about to have a heart attack you dramatic prat

sirius: dramatic huh? go ahead moony, open yours

remus: oh you must be fucking dreaming honey, i will burn this paper down and throw myself into the fire with it before taking a look at it

sirius: want me to look for you?

remus: please

peter: look mine too sirius please i think i'm about to puke

[d8tl55c]

hey wait a minute

so it's the start of AvA part 7 and Chosen and Dark are talking, right? and the former has this vision of terrible things happening if they don't stop the latter, right here and now.

they see the ViraBots descending on the last remnants of stick kind with Dark as their leader (or Lord if you will. ha ha) and i, trusting viewer, took their assessment as reliable*. we JUST saw Dark getting uncomfortably violent in earlier scenes after all

but

however

notwithstanding

unless Chosen has demonstrable prophetic powers (like how Orange has** in the past seen things currently happening (horizontally-prophetic let's call it: seeing faraway in the current time) (there's probably a better word for this but let's move on)), how did they know this was definitely what Dark was leading up to?

** ⬆ examples of Orange horizontally-prophesizing in AvM episode 11, SkyBlock (unconfirmed but referenced as, "uh? well maybe??? maybe i didn't think about it yet-" (abridged quote from AvG react video)) (op will die /j /extremely pos if this is used again in AvA 11 (HAH they'd both be episode 11 (op just giggled maniacally)))

Dark doesn't even have his control bracelets on.

because Chosen didn't know about them yet.

because this is not a prophetic vision.

Chosen is just that... reactive. what was it. @compressedrage (hi o/ ) had a good wording let me find it. yeah i guess it was reactionary

the ONLY time we've seen them stop to think things through is actually just a terrified anxiety breakdown while they stand there, frozen, imagining the worst, until they snap out of it JUST in time to impact their reality.

but with no time left for debate. reasoning. they assumed Dark was beyond reasoning from the moment he showed off what his device could do............. because they were beyond reasoning out of fear.

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[sysig]

Even stardust shimmers, darling 🌟 (Patreon)

[zebratimw]

2021

[front-facing-pokemon]

F.A.Q.

what is this?

this is front-facing-pokemon, a tumblr blog (currently) designed to post every pokémon in national pokédex order from the least flattering angle possible!

why is it called front-facing-pokemon if not all the pokémon are front-facing?

because they used to be! we managed to get through the entire national pokédex facing directly at the camera, and as a result of a poll, i switched to this theme in order to keep the blog going and still post funny pokémon pictures!

have you done (x pokémon) yet?

search for its name on this blog! every pokémon is tagged with their name. since we got through the entire national dex for front-facing 'mons, i can guarantee you we've done your fave at least once!

will you do (x pokémon) next?

this is not a requests blog! it goes in national pokédex order

when will you do (x pokémon)?

whenever we reach it in the national pokédex! find the national pokédex number of your chosen pokémon, subtract it from the national pokédex of the most recent pokémon you see, and divide that number by two, for two posts a day (minus mega evolutions and alternate forms), and you'll have roughly the amount of time you'll have to wait until your favorite pokémon arrives (again! because we've already done the whole natdex once)

how do you decide which angle is the least flattering?

you can vote on them in the front-facing-pokemon discord server! that's where we decide on angles for new posts (and technically this gives you sneak peeks of the upcoming posts like a week in advance!)

do you have a main blog?

yes, but i don't use it often! @kinogassa!

what are munchers, sniffers, bald, rock, etc etc?

silly names we gave some of the angles in the first discord call to establish the beginning of the queue to give names to recurring angles that tend to be funny on pokémon. and angles you'll likely see repeated!

[relmint-draws]

Doodles (shout out to @viciouskhepri for drawing ADHD Tiger in the second photo)

[manasurge]

Your custom fanspec... tell me about it 👀

:BLUSHYSMILEYCATEMOJI: hehehe well, it is mostly done, it just needs the polishing up for proper posting display with the accompanied drawn diagrams and colour coding (also it's quite old at this point, started working on it a year ago and wanted to work on lore stuff so I put it on hold, so the doodles look kinda bad but oh well alsjdfsdfj). The one main thing I just have to make her Reformed Mordrem minions to display the rest with the little visual diagrams, but I can post what I have done here so far <3 (this is actually the first time I've posted the updated state of this WIP since I last talked about it last year lskjfs. So sorry in advance if some of this seems janky as I haven't gone over it in a hot minute) Note: I also wanna redo the icon thing to be more of an eye instead of the lotus since it makes more sense literally and thematically and to just try to make it look better in general. For context my OC Mourynn/Vallotash (same person kinda) is Mordremoth's (parasitic) Scion in a weird imposter (syndrome) situation (leaving that bit out for now), and her whole thing was inspired by the ??? area in Jahai bluffs with the one quote that inspired her existence "Are you a dragon dreaming that it's a hero? If you were, how would you know?", where the area also matches her colours thematically too, and why her Mesmer abilities all revolve around hallucinations and tapping into the "Dragon of mind/plant, roots/madness, etc." where the spec also evolves slowly over time as she develops, but it does get amped up during LS1 with Scarlet being responsible for kickstarting it (as she brainwashed Mourynn to help cultivate the Dreamthistle into the Toxic Offshoots, and from there with HoT and so on as things got worse and this just evolved into it's own thing, haha). Super abridging explanations (and badly lol) since I feel that part with the Toxic Alliance and those spores were an important step towards this becoming what it is. Also I still need to decide on names for some things, but oh well ;w; ANYWAYS! Mourynn's custom Mesmer elite spec (WIP):

[gaycrittercentral]

STREAM DOODLES BABEEYYYYYYYY

the context for all of these is somewhat lost due to them being based on jokes between me and everybody in chat while I was streaming, so I've added in some explanations in the image IDs. I owe a lot of these ideas to everybody who came and hung out with me during the streams, so if you ever have an idea you'd like to chat with me about or see me draw feel free to come hang out at the next one! I'm always happy to take suggestions ^^

[fallencielo]

a rough sketch of the desert duo ! inspired by a recent fic that i need to find again

[ click for quality, tumblr loves to eat my photos for food ]

[oppysbabydoll]

I'd like to request tfp ratchet x transmasc reader ^^

hey, thanks for the ask! i appreciate it. sorry for the late reply; i hope you enjoy!

tfp ratchet x transmasc reader (sfw)

once again reiterating: i don’t subscribe to the idea that the transformers follow humans conventions of gender. so hearing transmasc doesn’t equate to man confuses him. i wouldn’t even say he has a hard time seperating the two concepts than just… understanding the differences between gender

for him, our existence itself takes time getting used to. he initially has trouble even identifying one human from the other because he’s so unused to our appearances. it’s like seeing a bunch of quintisessions—you’re so off caught by how… Non Cybertronian they are, you don’t really take into account how each one is different individually. yours included </3

fortunately, he gets better! as you two met on your job as the cybertronian-human relations diplomat, he becomes accustomed to your appearance. from your small height (to him, at least), your soft eyes, your… hair (is what other beings of your species had referred to it) to the scrunched up expression you gain as you perform paperwork, your appearance is a sight for sore eyes

“you changed your look,” ratchet comments. you look up from your papers. for once, he isn’t looking at the computer, completely ignoring your existence. instead, his eyes—optics, you correct yourself—are wide, completely caught off guard. staring right at your hair.

you give a hesitant smile, ignoring the fear of judgement coursing through your body. “yeah.” you resist the urge to play with your hair; the new cut disallows you from doing so. “what do you think? do you like it?”

“it’s much shorter than your usual length.” he crosses his arms. “why?”

you bit your lips. you consider making up a reason, to give an excuse but… you clench your fists. you promised yourself you wouldn’t hide. not anymore. that was the purpose of this haircut.

“i’m trans,” you admit. “transmasc, to be specific. despite being afab—assigned female at birth, i don’t follow their standards.” a hand goes to your hair, touching a few strands. his optics follow the direction of your hands. you watch him carefully. “one standard is long hair. so i cut my hair to go against the mold.” you scratch your head. “to better fit my identity.”

there’s a contemplative silence from ratchet’s end. you ignore your desire to run. yet you cannot help but let your eyes stay glued to the floor, transfixed to a particular crack in the ground.

“my opinion on your… haircut, is irrelevant.” you meet his gaze. maybe it was the light but… the neon blue seem oddly gentle. “what matters is if this style reflects your identity.” head tilt. “does it, [name]?”

you smile; you can see pearly whites reflected in his optics. “it does.”

[giggly-squiggily]

lee!nagi x ler!chigiri ‼️‼️ (or platonic, either is finee)

yk in animes where the dude does a kabedon?? well nagi did that (for the fun of it, ig?) and was super exposed (armpits) so chigiri tickles him. "not so tough now, huh?"

{Puffs are now CLOSED!}

Ehehehehehehheeh, NAGI!!! And Chigiri! My two favorite boys in one prompt! I've gotcha covered, anon! :D

“Hey.”

“Huh-?” Chigiri stepped back at how close Nagi suddenly got, a hand slapping overhead and making him jump. “Whoa…”

Nagi didn’t respond, leaning forward as he peered deep into Chigiri’s wide eyes. He was inches from his nose, so close the redhead could count the long lashes fanning those deep grey irises. “What are you…”

“Are you intimidated?”

“Huh?” The shock wore off, Chigiri blinked several times as he looked at Nagi, trying to process exactly what he was doing. The longer he stood there, the more funny it became. He found himself fighting off laughter. “Should I be?”

“I’m trying to do what the loser king does. Act all tough and such.” Nagi leaned in closer, nose to nose. “Is it working?”

“Pfft!” Chigiri barely held down his giggles at the intensity in Nagi’s stare. “Woohohw, I’m so schahahred!”

“Good. You should be. I’m really tough, so watch out.” Nagi nodded, lips twitching with repressed laughter when Chigiri snorted in his hand. “I just might get rough with you.”

“Gaha! Sure you will.” Chigiri’s eyes trailed to the arm overhead, reaching up without a thought. He pressed into the open armpit with an impish grin. “Not so tough now, are you?”

“Ah!” Nagi shouted and ripped his arm back, stepping away. Chigiri followed after, his other hand coming to join the fray. “Whahahait, wahahhait, sthahahap! I’m noohot tohohohugh! I’m nohohhot toohohough at ahahahall!”

“Aww, what happened? I thought you were trying to intimidate me!” The redhead giggled alongside him, relishing the way Nagi fell to the ground with a shriek. “Don’t tell me you suddenly can’t fight because of a few tickles?”

“Mihihihihihi ohohohoohhone wheheahahakneass! I’m lohohohosing my streehhehehngth! Ehehheheh, Nagi ohohohout!” The white haired player flopped to his side, lazily batting at the hands attacking him. “Thihihihihs is thoohohoho muuhuhuch of a hahahhhassel!”

“Heh, maybe for you.” Chigiri climbed up and sat on his hips, focusing all his energy on tickling his armpits as Nagi flopped about. “But for me, this is easy!”