#if no one loves grass types i love grass types

[strifetxt]

So it seems that Tumblr may have caught onto my shenanigans and prevented me from frauding further. However, Harumichi fans, not all hope is lost! You can make a difference! Because, you see, it is actually pathetically easy to do fraud on Tumblr polls!

The basic principle is just making a bunch of alternative accounts and using them to vote in the poll. And you may think, okay, sure, but to make a new account you need an email address, and then Tumblr makes you verify your email and follow a bunch of tags and blogs before it lets you do anything else, and that's such a drag, right? Not so!

You see, Tumblr is a broken platform, and there are three big holes in its system that make voter fraud so easy:

When you enter an email address to register, Tumblr does not check to see if that email address is at all valid. Emails I have used include vote123@vote.com, ajfhkdkhfl@ymail.com, vote+harumichi@gmail.com, khdld@hdlxi.com, etc. You get the picture. All Tumblr checks for is that the email seems like it's theoretically an email address, i.e. [some string of characters]@[something that looks like a domain name]. It does not require you to verify this email address in order to vote in polls.

When you register, Tumblr does automatically take you to the "Getting to know you" screen, which is where it will tell you to follow a bunch of tags and blogs before it takes you to the dashboard. You do not have to do this! You can easily get around it by just typing "tumblr.com" into the address tab, which will take you to the dash, or in this case, going directly to the poll post where it will then treat you as a logged in user and allow you to vote.

Lastly: if you delete an account, Tumblr will allow you to immediately sign back up using the exact same email address. So you don't even need to keep coming up with different emails! And votes from deactivated blogs still count towards a poll's total! You can just have one email address and password, sign up, go to the poll, vote, deactivate, and then start the process all over again. And the benefit of reusing the same email every time is that you can save it to your browser's autofill, something that's worked wonders for me.

Below are the more granular directions for voter fraud that I sent out back during the first iteration of this bracket, when I was trying to give Wangxian a boost, which I then reused for Hualian and Griddlehark. Sadly, it doesn't seem that anyone took me up on it. Admittedly, it's pretty unhinged to be doing all this over Tumblr polls. Yes, I should probably touch grass. But we make our own fun in life, and I love to click buttons and win. So if you like Harumichi, and want to fight the fight where I cannot, here's how you can do it!

Open the poll post in a private/incognito tab.

In a second private/incognito tab, go to tumblr.com/register

Enter a random email address and password. If your browser has an autofill function, saving these will make the process faster. If not, just make sure you can recall them for later. Using the same email/password every time will help!

Enter a birthdate. Any birthdate will do. For maximum efficiency on desktop, simply type J - Tab - 1 - Tab - 1, to autofill January 1, 1999.

Enter any random username/URL. A keysmash will do. Click "Sign up".

Tumblr will take you to the "Getting to know you page". Ignore this. Instead, switch to the tab with the poll in it. Refresh the page and cast your vote.

Switch back to the other tab that had the "Getting to know you" page. Use it to go to tumblr.com/account/delete. Having that link saved to your clipboard during this whole process will speed things up so that you can simply paste it in every time.

Enter the previously used email and password and delete the account.

Tumblr will give you a "Sign up again" button. Click it, and it will redirect you back to tumblr.com/register

Repeat until satisfied!

Generally, what was happening to me before was that after about 40ish repetitions of this, Tumblr would block me from registering further, but I was able to get around this by using a VPN to change my IP address, and it usually reset this limit after an hour or so. More recently though, it seems to have blocked me completely; maybe they've instituted some sort of device limit? Unsure. But either way, every vote counts! Go forth and fight!

Top Femslash Ships Bracket - Quarterfinals

This poll is a celebration of fandom and fandom history; we're aware that there are certain issues with some of the listed pairings and sources, but they are a part of that history. Please do not take this as an endorsement of anything included in the bracket, and refrain from harassment.

[iminyourwallsbabe]

More Arcane Incorrect Quotes because they're funny

Silco: Say "Hi, Sevika"

Powder: Hi Sevika

Sevika: Who's god damn white baby is that?

Ambessa: Guards! Impregnate that man!

Jinx: I HATE JELLYFISH SO MUCH. THEY ARE SO FUCKING EVIL. STAY FAR AWAY FROM THEM. IT'S ONE WITH 24 EYES THAT TRIES TO EAT YOU. THE BOX JELLY

Somebody: Did you know Vi was gay before she came out?

Ekko: Yeah I was one of the first people she told. I kinda knew, because she likes pop tarts without the frosting on them so I knew something was weird

Vi: I miss my wife, Loris. I miss her a lot

Jinx: Top 10 reasons why Jinx is sorry, number 5 will surprise you

Caitlyn: TOP 30 ANIME DEATHS, NUMBER ONE, YOUR FUCKING ASS RIGHT NOW

Jinx: I can't see the end of the horizon- SILCO????

Caitlyn: That person that called the police is a hero in my book

Ekko: Your book has 4 pages in large font

Jayce: Dear period cramps, LEAVE HER ALONE!!!! I'm sorry you had to hear that, ladies. I just get so passionate about feminism

Silco: The worst drug to crave is wanting to be loved

Sevika: Idk shimmer is pretty fucking bad

Viktor: Bro you are so fucking annoying keep this up and I'll kiss you on the lips

Jinx: Lord, take me and whoever's reading this. We ready 🙏🏽♥️

Ekko: HOLD ON BRO I AIN'T READY

Sevika: Why is my boss's kid playing among us like she's not already the imposter #adopted

Viktor: I will miss our talks...

Sky: I know what you are

Caitlyn: Fuck touching grass I need to touch boobs

Jayce: Just found out about classism... damn that shit sucks

Vi: NO BECAUSE DEJA VU MEANS ARE YOU ALRIGHT/OK IN JAPANESE

Ekko: GIRL THAT'S DAIJOBU

Ekko: Me and my girl don't argue, she bashes my head in with a rock and I walk it off like a man

Ambessa: Exuding sex appeal and not letting a single man touch me is my brand

Jinx: You don't even have to match my freak you just have to think whatever's wrong with me is fascinating and perhaps even sexual

Mel: What's your skin type?

Jayce: Handsome

Caitlyn: I need PATHETIC WOMEN. Fail women who can't do things right. LOSERS that get drunk and hit the curb.

Jinx: "you think you're smarter than Jayce Talis?" I know I'm smarter than Jayce Talis. I'm also funnier and hotter. Hope that helps

Jayce: He was anemic and I was his iron man

Viktor: No, babe, this isn't it

[bedrockpizza]

Postal 1 Dude x reader

Valentine’s Day

Postal dude goes outside on Valentine’s Day to buy you flowers and a lovely card (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

This is meant to be Postal 1 dude but if you have good imagination you can pretend it’s whatever other dude!!

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This flower shop was going to be the death of Dude; every type of flower in every single color. This was insane. How was he going to get any sort of present for you if he couldn’t even decide on a bouquet of flowers? He glanced at the flowers again. Dude knew your favorite colours, but what flowers did you like? Maybe looking at the price tags would help. Dude doesn’t have much in his pocket other than a light wallet and a couple of rocks he picked up from the sidewalk. 

He closed his eyes for a moment, mentally preparing himself to ask the lady at the front. “Excuse me.” Dude pulled his scarf down, his boots thumping against the floor as he walked up to the register. “I need recommendations for flowers.” He grumbled, avoiding eye contact and glancing at whatever was on the walls. 

The young worker at the register was very eager to help. Feeling like Cupid as she pointed to a few flowers and explained their meanings. “Sure, roses are a classic but the freesias are so unique! It’s really up to you, anyway.” She smiled as Dude pondered in his head. He rubbed his chin, feeling the goatee he had gotten used to over the years.

Dude groaned inside his head, maybe red roses were the way to go; classic and romantic. That settled it for him. “I’ll have the red roses then.”  

The winter sun burned Dude’s eyes as he walked through the streets holding a medium-sized bouquet of fresh red roses. The next stop was the small card shop on the corner. He noticed a big sale sign on the front, half of any Valentine's cards. 

He strutted in and a bell rang, announcing his arrival. Dude walked through the slim aisles and looked at every card, hoping to find something suitable. A simple card would be fine. Dude made a mental note of buying a pen as well; all the pens at home were out of ink.

A square card with a beautiful landscape on the cover was sitting in front of him. Dude picked up the card, opened it up and read the pre-written message inside. 

“Like you and me, some things are just meant to be.”

Dude’s lips flickered into a small smile, his eyes content as he closed the card and walked to the register. He tugged his scarf down under his chin again so he could properly speak. “Just this and one of those pens, thanks.” Dude pointed to a cup of black pens. 

The man at the register rang up the items, the total cost being way less than Dude thought it’d be, thankfully. He paid and took the items, shoving them in his pocket while he left the store. He took a breath of fresh air, that midday breeze hitting the back of his throat. 

Dude needed a place to sit down, preferably away from people. He stuck out like a sore thumb. Long and vivid red hair, dark attire, and his pale skin. He looked like a vampire in the snow, sickly to any normal folk. 

Walking to a less populated area, Dude found a bench next to a half-frozen pond with long grass poking out from the snow. The wind flew through his hair, a strand flying in front of his eyes for a second. He brushed it away with a gloved hand.

Dude took out the pen and card he purchased, ready to write his name down and a small note at the bottom. He clicked the pen, taking off a glove and testing it in his hand. He put the card on his thigh as a makeshift table. Dude was hunched over, scribbling on the note. It wasn’t his best handwriting, but you can tell he was trying his hardest. 

He glanced at the card again, beginning to feel self-conscious about his writing. There wasn’t much he could do now, he supposes. 

Dude stands up again, stretching his back and taking the bouquet of roses he put on the bench. He should be able to make it home before you get home. It’ll be a nice surprise for either of you either way.

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Cross posted on AO3: JansBread

[sungiescheotluv]

falling dominos - na jaemin

pairing: na jaemin x gender neutral reader

word count: 3.1k

tags/warnings: angst, fluff, minor swearing, jaemin being the best

summary: after one particularly cruel lesson, you swear off anyone in order to protect your mending heart. in comes jaemin, who's kindness must run out someday, right?

notes: hii there! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა this is my first official post on here! this fic was honestly a very in the moment thing i scraped together, so if this doesn't make sense, i do apologise. it's 3 am here, and i can't be bothered to edit now lmao 😭 also, jeno makes a little cameo in this! (i'm sorry for making you an asshole in this T_T) i'm not totally sure if i'll be posting a lot on this blog, but i did want to contribute just a bit of comfort the dreamies are able to give me <3 thank you! much love! (˶˃⤙˂˶)

The first domino fell a while ago. 

Summer is drawing to a close, the smell of freshly-cut grass and sunscreen gone with the autumn winds. It’s to be expected -  things change, nothing lasts. Like your four years at university, they come and now, they’ve gone. It’s strange, adapting to a world that doesn’t revolve around 9 am lectures, that doesn’t include being within walking distance to your best friends, the always crowded student bars and bustling clubs. It feels like you were losing touch with yourself, a version you’ve bloomed into that’s brought you so many blessings. Friends to cherish, knowledge that takes you everywhere and a partner you’d do life with in a heartbeat.

Meeting Jaemin, like most social interactions, is unexpected. The bar you and your friends is unusually deserted for a Tuesday, disgruntled groans and beer bottles slamming against the bar at the ice hockey game broadcasted across the space. You have some interest in the puck movement, having been dragged weeks ago to the campus ice hockey arena for an exciting game against your university’s rival. The roof was moments from being blown off, the energy and screams so palpable you felt it in your frozen fingertips. You thought (naively so) that your night ended when the buzzer blared, ears ringing to commemorate your team’s 5-2 win. That couldn’t be furthest from the truth, your friends somehow convincing you to join them at a house party. Looking back, you should’ve declined - you had deadlines within the week and exams soon after, the smart choice would’ve been to bury your head in books and gain feeling back in your toes - and yet, there you were, tucked away in a dark corner, speaking in low whispers with a boy who was as troubled as he looked. 

You couldn’t blame yourself, once Jeno - or he who shall not be named - flashed his moon crescent smile and made a joke about no jeans fitting him from all the hockey he played. You were already a few drinks in, more approachable and less wise, so you gave in to your desires, let him put you through the mattress in a way that made your eyes roll and toes curl. Of course, he maintained his nice guy image throughout, checking-in with you every step of the way, cooking you breakfast the next day and kissing you in front of his housemates in a sealed promise on his doorstep. You weren’t the type to get your hopes up about men, because they always found a way to disappoint you, but the glimmer in Jeno’s eyes on his doorstep, holding your hand like he didn’t want to let go, you couldn’t help it. You texted a few times following that night, the rose-tinted glasses fading as time stretched on, him never finding the time of day to text you, much less meet up. You’d even gone the extra mile of watching his favourite pro-league teams’ games, becoming a fan of the game yourself. The nail in the coffin was right after exams, when your friends and you squeezed into a stuffy local bar to celebrate, so close to everyone you could hear whispers between lovers. In a familiar voice, you heard word-for-word what Jeno said to you, only to find him staring down at another with the same look in his eyes he gave you.

How foolish you were. Thinking you were anything more than a notch in his bedpost. And in all his audacity, Jeno catches your eyes, a polite nod sent your way before he reverts back to his other, like you didn’t kiss the breath out of you two weeks beforehand. It took you an embarrassingly long time to recover from the shock, the hurt - the whole Christmas break actually - and when you returned to campus, you vowed your friends only mattered because through your two years together, at least they didn’t disappoint you. Unlike the game playing.

Jeno’s favourite team was up against their fated rivals, a team you’ve switched to support out of spite. Unfortunately for you, they were trailing 3-1, and things were looking bleak. A heavy sigh empties out you, arms bracing yourself against the polished bar as you wait your turn to be serviced.

“Sounds like you’ve got the world’s weight on your shoulders.”

You cast the source a sidelong glance, an air of disinterest clouding you before you spare him a sliver of your attention, heart ceasing in the process. He’s a couple inches taller than you, chiselled face highlighted by the dimmed neon lights of the bar. His chestnut brown hair is shades lighter than the brown in his eyes, a twinkle so kind to them that you’re oddly at ease. He’s got an easy smile too, one full of a life you see together years down the line. He’s beautiful. Surely, there’s a catch? Maybe, this is the universe’s way of testing you. Seeing if you’ll make one and the same mistakes again. You wouldn’t, not after how discarded you felt after Jeno. But in the low chatter of the bar, you feel nudged towards him. Like if you take this chance, maybe you’ll rewrite your fate. End the curse of selfish interests and find someone worth loving.

“Hockey will do that to you,” you shrug, averting your eyes because you can’t stand how intentional he looks at you. “Something I’ve recently discovered.”

He laughs, hearty and genuine. “Comes with the territory, unfortunately. Planning my team’s cup parade has been an on-and-off thing since I can remember.”

“Leafs?” He nods and you snicker, recognizing his pain. “At least we’re in the same boat.”

“Misery loves company, I’ve heard,” he smiles, a stutter in your chest the after affect. “Well, since we’re gonna be subjected to this torture for the next two periods, might as well get to know each other. My name’s Jaemin.”

He offers his hand, a formal act that takes you by surprise. You simper regardless, accepting the handshake with a burn against your skin rivaling the sun, telling him your own name.

“Could I interest you in a drink? That usually helps with the sorrows.” he offers, a teasing grin amidst his charming features. As if you could say no to him. 

Jaemin flags the bartender over, two drinks placed before you two. You glance back at your table nearby, catching your friends huddled together on the edge of their seats watching the interaction unfold. The sea of nods and thumbs up makes your eyes roll, a gesture Jaemin catches onto as he looks over his shoulder. He’s playful enough to be amused, politely waving to your group who waves back, falling into a series of audible chatter afterwards.

“They’re not usually that uhm…forward.” You reason, gazing down into your drink.

“I don’t mind forward. It’s funny, if anything,” Jaemin says, running his fingers through his hair. “Do you?”

There’s a hidden layer to his question, nothing to do with them and everything to do with you. Would you like me to be forward? Let you know how much of my interest you hold?

 “Not at the moment,” his eyebrows raise slightly. “Depends on what’s in store.”

Jaemin hums, the corners of his lips lifting which he shields taking a swig of his beer. “I can think of a few things.”

You curse at yourself, opening the door for something that’s already led you down a treacherous path. However, to Jaemin’s credit, those few things conclude at casual brushes of the hand, warm smiles accompanied with heartfelt compliments and his number. He even gets a round of shots for your friends when you part ways, lending all the power to you who is quickly surrounded by squeals and eager looks from your friends. You try not buy into the hype, because you know how this story ends, but you can’t help but hope you’re wrong. 

How wrong you are unfolds the weeks following your encounter, texts sent back and forth at the speed of light like you’re the exception to his day, more encounters following. Jaemin shows up as who he is - warm, insightful and stupidly kind. You’re waiting for the sheep to shed its clothing, but the moment never happens. He treats you like you spin his world around, finding every and any excuse to speak, to see you. You bond over the very thing you started to resent - hockey - and turn it into something more. A topic of conversation, an excuse to spend time together, a date idea you toss around, all until other things fill in the gaps. Become the glue that joins your hearts together, beating in sync. 

You’d promised yourself you’d never fall for another selfish guy again, and you didn’t. Jaemin gives you every bit of himself, devoting himself to being the partner you deserve. A partner that remembers the little things, that picks you up when you’re feeling low, the one person who despite the constant change in your life remains constant. It’s refreshing having his stability in your life, particularly when that first domino falls. When you graduate and have to face the real world.

Jaemin accustomizes himself to the new change relatively quickly, finding a job and apartment before you even graduate. Some people are lucky that way, like some of your friends. You, on the other hand, struggle beyond your graduation day, your smile unnerved in your portrait because you’re so unsure of your future. Friends and family alike assure you you’ll find better luck as the sunny days go by, but when the leaves turn from green to yellow-brown, when they start to fall to the ground, your worries set in.

Another domino falls when the friends you could see on an given whim take over an hour to see, the end of university dispersing you back to hometowns or big cities that promised adventure. You’re holding yourself together, appearing unaffected when you have to move back in with your parents and take up a job you left to go to university. It shouldn’t be embarrassing, but it is, especially when you’re gathered at a cocktail filled table with friends glowing from their new lives polished by elite jobs and new experiences (new friends too). All you can contribute is how many customers have nagged you about the ice cream machine not working.

It isn’t all bad, per se. Since you’re living with your parents again, you save more money which you direct to a travel fund. Ever since you’d met, Jaemin and you always talked about traveling. He’d capture you in front of famous landmarks with his camera, but also capture you in candid moments - pleased that everything ended up working out. It was something you were working towards, a goal you’d taken concrete steps towards but soon, they had to crumble.

A string of bad luck begins to permeate your life, nothing too worrisome at first, but after spending more than necessary to fix your car, being publicly humiliated at work and watching your friends live their best lives online, your patience wears thin. The straw that breaks the camel’s back is the necklace Jaemin gave you early in your relationship breaking. It would’ve been fixable if it weren’t for it falling in between machinery at work that couldn’t be moved in case of a casualty and at this point, you’re no longer strong. You’re not bracing the dominos with all your might and as a result, they crush you, falling against your back and trickling down all the way until the end. 

It’s a wonder how you make it to Jaemin’s apartment for your at-home date and when you step inside, the scent of your favourite meal wafting in the air, you shed a tear. Or a few. Sniffling while you’re taking off your shoes, and of course, the shoelaces somehow get tangled and you’re suddenly fighting a battle you can’t win. Every tug of your laces a test of your willpower.

“Baby love?” 

Your bottom lip quivers, bitten down into as you turn your head to your boyfriend. Bathed in soft lighting, he wears a pink ‘Kiss the Cook’ apron across his My Melody pajamas that match your Kuromi ones. He looks as charming as he did the first day you met, even kinder than you’d known. Luna’s circling around him, her tail curling around his leg and it makes your poor heart burst, the tears overflowing.

He’s at your side before you blink them away, collapsed on the entryway ledge with you as his warm hands cup your face.

“What’s wrong, love?” he calls, gentle like he’s always been. “Please tell me so we can solve it together. Your heart’s too beautiful to be crying like this.”

You sob harder, his thumbs not fast enough to dry the stream from your eyes. “I’m so lost, Jaemi. I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“With what?”

“I’m so far behind,” you sulk, looking at him through tears. “Everyone���s got their shit figured out. Life is happening for them, not at them.”

“Oh, baby,” he coos, bringing your body closer as you cradle into his arms, letting your heart break into a million pieces. “Life’s no race, no one knows where they’re going.  There’s nowhere you need to be right now. Everyone moves at their own pace, right?”

“But-”

“Don’t make yourself the exception. Life’s never easy, but you’re making the best of your situation. Yours is the only one that matters, because it’s your story,” Jaemin rasps, a soothing hand caressing your back. “It may not go according to plan, but if there’s anything I know, it’s that you have it in you. To pick yourself up and do the hard things, because you know you deserve more. You know you deserve better.”

A kiss atop your head. “And I’ll be there to support you, each step of the way,”

Another on your forehead. “I’ll remind you as many times as you need, okay?”

Your last tears absorb into your eyelashes, peering up at Jaemin, who on your worst days, looks at you like you hold all the secrets to the universe. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” And you mean it. With every fiber of your being.

The collapse of dominos seems to wear you out, surrendering yourself as you go limp in Jaemin’s arms. With a kiss on the forehead, he shuffles to the edge of the doorway ledge, scooping his arms underneath your legs and supporting your back as he stands to his feet. Instinctively, you cling to him, Jaemin providing that same stability he’s given you from the moment you two met. Venturing further into his apartment, he plots you down on the living room couch, all his three cats coming to rest alongside you in his absence. You hear the bath start to run and sink into the couch at the thought, being lulled to the sounds of soft purs and fur.

In your sleepy daze, you don’t realise Jaemin’s finished running the bath until the cats are launching off you, cradled in his arms again as he hums his way to the bathroom. The only lights hat occupy the space are scented-candles, lavender filling the air as Jaemin steads you to your feet, your shared chill playlist blaring a speaker nearby.

Working at the buttons of your blouse, your eyebrows furrow at the shirt he removes. “You’re getting in with me?’

Jaemin offers a sweet, reserved smile, hands picking up where you left off. “Of course. Who else is going to wash your back, hmm?”

He kisses your nose once done, shedding his own share of clothes before slipping into the bubble-filled tub. He makes a comment about how much you’d enjoy the temperature of the water, his flinching a clear indication as he pats against his chest for you to lay. Somehow, with your body sagging with prolonged exhaustion, he draws a simper out of you, tensions dissipating from your muscles as you turn your brain off and simply be. 

Head against his chest, Jaemin’s heart sings to you at a slow and soft pace, his hand overlapping yours as he massages the pressure points on them. It’s as if you’re transported to another world, all you know being quiet and serenity as your problems melt away for just those few moments together. 

“Thank you,” you croak, a sleepy film blurring your vision. ���For everything.”

“No need to thank me,” he murmurs, fingers intertwining with yours. “I’ve got your back - forever and always.”

You give his hand an affectionate squeeze, turning your head to give him a peck, only to find his jawline lathered in foam. Jaemin does his best Santa impression, moving his chest with his laughs. It’s lame, but it does the trick, filtering laughter out of you with the shake of your head.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“You still love me though,” he presses a kiss against your cheekbone, bits of his foam beard left behind. 

“Unfortunately.”

“Must be feeling a lot better if you’re speaking like that,” he squeezes your hand, a series of kiss down your neck making you giggle and splash around the tub. 

“I am,” you admit, an instinctive hand going to clasp against your necklace, only for there to be none. “My necklace - it broke off at work.”

“Aw, shit. I’m sorry baby,” another squeeze. “Is it in your bag?”

“It fell between some machinery at work, I couldn’t get to it,” a lump of emotion wells in your throat. “I’m sorry.”

“Accidents happen, it’s okay,” he reassures you, steady and calm to ground you. “Wanna know something?”

“What?” you ask.

“I actually bought you another necklace earlier today,” he chuckles, the sound vibrating against your skin. “There’s this store on the way to work that had one with your birthstone. It was going to be your Christmas present but,”

“Santa came early this year,” you chuckle, the tilt of your head giving you access to kiss his jaw. “How’d I get so lucky?”

“I ask myself that every day.”

You spend the rest of your night like this, basking in the boundless love Jaemin and you share, wrinkles forming against your skin before you climb out the bath, sitting in your matching pyjamas while enjoying your favourite meal and Leafs hockey game. It’s a bit different from your normal date nights, but it works for you two. Like how everything leading up to your meeting - good or bad - led you here, in the arms of a man who loves you like no other. A man who proved you wrong at every turn and never turned away, staying with you until all the dominos were in place again.

[rainybraindays]

Love proudly repping that I would be a grass type pokemon trainer "oh they have so many weaknesses one decent fire mon and your team is dead" have you considered the fact that you need to stop being a little bitch and instead learn to be cool

[ricky-mortis]

Curtwen Week Day 4: Haunted

[smile-files]

here's fluttercup, a plant creature inspired by clover from inanimate insanity, especially @gingerkingfisher's lovely creature-like design for her!

fluttercup's design combines elements of four-leaf clovers, clover flowers, pansy flowers, butterflies, caterpillars, milkweed flowers, and dandelion puffs!

[sysig]

is this where u take the requests? if not, apologies lol still learning tumblr, I WAS WONDERING IF MY VARGAS RELATED REQUESTOBER REQUEST COULD BE JAKE/NNY? i feel like jake/nny is SO looked past like its actually so cute, they could be doing anything THANK U IF THIS WAS THE WRONG PLACE SORRY MWAH MWAH X

Day 12 - Once you had one hole in your skin, you've had 'em all

[pinkhysteria]

okay ngl i'm kind of confused by "saying you find quinn's DR's/whatever annoying/cringy is extremely cruel" type of rhetoric when we just got off a season where blue was mass clowned for her kitty kitty purr shtick to the extent of viral tweets about it? 💀

[juvian]

Lotad, the water weed pokemon -> 270

Lombre, the jolly pokemon -> 271

Ludicolo, the carefree pokemon -> 272

Do not repost - Pokedex serie | Ko-fi

[fujii-draws]

Keeping the hc that Aimilios inherited Dusknoir’s laugh, but also adding the hc Ribbons picked up on his British-ass euphemisms.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[shinmiyovvi]

Da babis as Pokemon Trainers (Or straight up Elite Four members)

References: I | II | III

Lineups:

Valena (Rank 1, Water) :

Ji Eun (Rank 2, Dark/Ghost):

Arthur (Rank 3, Flying):

Dragomir (Rank 4, Ground):

[cinderacequeen]

Hickory the shiny Arboliva is the latest addition to my Pokésona’s team. He is an older specimen, hence why his crown, arms and collar has more leaves.

He is reserved yet gentle, usually seen by himself or near Lynn. He is quite smitten with her Leavanny, Wildvine, though.

Hickory began offering the Nurturing Pokémon some of his special, nutritious oil while he’s either hard at work repairing Lynn’s clothes or looking after her smaller and younger Pokémon. Hickory assists as he’s also a great caretaker, sharing his oil with them, as well.

To repay the Olive Pokémon’s generosity, Wildvine made Hickory a cloak befitting his regal visage, complete with an ivory clasp he crafted from a naturally shed baby tusk of a Donphan.

To say Hickory was flattered would be an understatement.

First art done on my new laptop. I gave up on the background, but love how the leaf dads came out. Tried something different with the lineart, which thankfully worked well for this.

[grimmweepers]

ryu!!!! i would love to know my perfume 🧴

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐗𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄 smells like an ethereal and distant dreamscape - like lavender, violet mist, frosted cherry blossom, white musk and warm driftwood. it’s the smell that sparks a faint memory of something or someone you’ve left behind but still feel connected to. it’s light and serene, giving the sense of being alone but not entirely lonely - delicate yet warm like a needed embrace. 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐗𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄 in a bottle would look like an orb, decorated in pastel colours and soft patterns on clear frosted glass. The cap would resemble a planet, perhaps designed to mimic the rings of Saturn 🪐

ASK GAMES WITH RYU: CLOSED!

[quillpokebiology]

Whimsicott Facts

(Art by bluekomadori on Deviantart)

-The scientific name for Whimsicott is "Gossypium Mediocris." Gossypium refers to the genus name of the cotton plant, while Mediocris means fairy. The translation for it is "Cotton Fairy"

-Whimsicott wool is often used as a replacement for cotton in a lot of products, as it has more durability and lasts longer. It grows back quickly and easily, so it’s not much of an issue

-Whimsicott will usually lay their eggs in cotton fields. The first piece of recorded history of one was a Whimsicott caring for her eggs in Unova, which was discovered by a farmer

-Whimsicott most likely developed the appearance of cotton to blend in with the rise of agriculture, as ancient more primitive Whimsicott didn’t have their wool look much like cotton

-The Whimsicott line is related to the Eldegoss line. A lot of people think that they're related to the Jumpluff line for both being cotton, but that's not true at all. Junpluff cotton contains many spores that Whimsicott doesn't have. Whimsicott cotton is also a lot fluffier and softer than Jumpluff cotton

-Ancient Whimsicott seemed to be more sinister and aggressive, as a lot of old texts talk about how they would have to protect themselves from these “Evil Fairies.” This could explain why some people are still wary of them, despite modern Whimsicott being more friendly (while still enjoying to play small pranks on others). I theorize that they would hide in gardens to leap out at people when they walked by

-There’s a constellation of Whimsicott in the sky named Vellus. It is also part of the Unovan Zodiac

(Art by Oreskis)

-Whimmsicott are very social Pokemon and come in flocks in the wild. If you have one, it's best to get other pokemon along with them

-Whimmsicott are herbivores and eat seeds and grains they find, as well as photosynthesizing. A cool, lesser known fact about them, though, is that they work as weeds and will suck the nutrients from other plants for themselves. Combining the fact that they come in groups, all of this together can make them giant pests

-A group of Whimsicott is called a bale

-There's an old Galarian myth of an ancient fairy garden where the cotton flowers would grow into Whimsicott

-Wvumwicott are symbols of luck in both Galar and Unova. It's said that when their fluff falls off, you're supposed to make a wish

-Whimsicott wool never stops growing