#the shrimp pose is real

[nekrosmos]

Y'all I didn't expect working on commissions to be this exhausting what the hell

[dandadananalysis]

Serpo Arc pt.3/3 (+ my opinion)

Part 1: Episode 8/Chapter 18-20

Part 2: Episode 9/Chapter 21-25.1

Part 3: Episode 10/Chapter 25.2-27 (review)

So finally!!!!

I just watched the latest episode firsthand while it is streaming!!!

Honest reaction: Pretty much a decent episode, I was most impressed with Queen-sensei because! SHE IS SO COOL!!!!!! Like, this must be everyone's dream mama 😚😉😏

Bruh, like, if there is a teacher gonna defend you over some bullies like Queen-sensei, isn't that the best?!

Her tag's image is so damn cool, like, who pose like that. That's why she's the QUEEN!!!!

First time! A school nurse is more powerful than a normal teacher

It's kinda a shame that, I wish the anime version of her can be better than this... The manga made her look so cool and sexy~

I also really like how Momokarun is becoming more and more canon~

Firstly, Okarun's over-extremely hype of aliens, drawing and analysing how serious the case is! Look how much effort he put into!

And we can't forget how the girls being dum dum :))) And Okarun goes along with it :)

Secondly, they have a "private" conversation about the misunderstanding

Look how much our boy is blushing~~~

"I'm a guy after all. I want you to think I'm a cool guy."

Everything was being cutie and all, and then Momo's friends butt in, and they are being seriously hilarious kekeke. Overreacting and daydreaming of Momo, Okarun & Aira's realtionship.

But part of it is true! And I'm impressed!

Dunno why the duo were being asked like they are in the police station digging up info or sth :)))

Next, I really like how Aira stand up to Momo and confess her wrongdoings: making fun of her, spreading bad rumors.

And SPOILERS: They later become good friends in the manga!

Aside from Mr. Mantis Shrimp alien's story, this must be what you like best, huh (this scene in trailer)

Aliens are real, guys :)))

And lastly, this is all you've been waiting for: A new character!!!

Welcome, Enjoji Jin! And that is the start of the upcoming arc, The Evil Eye Arc

I love his voice!! So charming :))) (but i guess ya know what happens next in manga, huh) (SPOILERS: My Chapter 30)

Welp, bad news for Okarun/ Takakura Ken :")))

[mofffun]

King-Ohger x Gotchard pre-Chou Eiyuu Sai talk show

Partial translation/summary

Pep talk before CEYS

Impressions of each other's series

I want to attend XX Academy!

I am King of XX!

Role reverse: What role do you want to play in the opposite series?

link to watch

1. Pep talk before CEYS (02:08 -  

The teams haven't seen each other much save for shooting the SHT intersection. Six months have already passed between then and CEYS (Sep '23 - Feb '24)

Spanner vowed to deliver a passion not shy of KO team

Host joked KO team seemed passionate because of Kaku's physique

Taisei: I saw CEYS a year ago, seems just yesterday, looked forward to the event very much

Aoto: I hope it goes smoothly without trouble.

2. Impressions of each other's series (03:45 -

Rinne: most impressed by the body swap episode, particularly Himeno-san's kabuki pose.

Erica: Sorry for doing something the real Kaguragi never did. Gotchard is a very energetic show, compared to King-Oh's more serious tone, I feel recharged watching Gotchard.

Renge: KO cast are very good friends with each other. The Gotchard cast are friends too, but the kings' bond is something only forged by having worked together closely for an entire year.

Yzy: Not only is the show energetic, but the cast is too behind the scenes. I am the youngest in KO, but the main GT cast is even younger. They are very dependable. (Kaku: sorry for sounding condescending haha /j)

3. I want to attend XX Academy! (05:38 -

Rules: What skill do you want to master? It can be realistic or imaginary.

Matsumoto Hiroya: I want to type fast on a smartphone

Host 2 (Shinomiya Akira): Rita-sama's scream

❤️Cooking

💙Driving

💛Fine art

💜Dialect

🖤Muscle training

🕸️Drawing

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🐻 Minato: Tonkatsu

Minato: Tonkatsu. I love fried pork chop. A school for tasting, making, and if possible, raising the pigs.

Host: What type of tonkatsu do you like?

Minato: そうっすね [sounds like Sauce-ne~, filler words meaning "yeah, right~"] Thick cuts and slightly rare on the inside.

where Aoto made a pun of そうっすね "Sauce" [for dipping tonkatsu]. Aoto murmured it to Matsumoto Hiroya instead of saying it out loud, and it hit Kaku-san's laughing point to others' confusion.

Minato: um... I prefer salt for seasoning to dipping sauce 😅

❤️ Taisei: Cooking academy

Taisei: Well, I can only depend on myself for cooking, so I kinda want to improve my skills. I even bought a set of knives.

Erica: What do you want to make?

Taisei: Garlic shrimp, maybe? French food seems to be on trend right now.

[Houtarou wrote 料理 (Cooking) too but in Kanji unlike Taisei in English]

Houtaro lives with his family and cooks with his mom on dayoffs. 

Kaku/Masashi: That's just like in the show!

Host 2: Sakai-san, please visit [Houtaro's] mom.

Taisei: LIke a training camp.

Houtarou: Yes, please. Let's make Donburi together. I don't really know what "Garlic Shrimp" is but let's try it out!

[Garlic Shrimp is in Katakana/English, in Japanese it's ninniku & ebi.]

(everyone laughs)

Erica: That's just what it means literally! 😂

Houtarou: We have garlic at home, I just don't know what "shrimp" is... Is it some kind of mushroom?

Kaku: Tracks, they both have the "sh" sound.

Houtarou: "Sh" as in mush, and "rimp" sounds like little cut-up pieces?

Erica: Hint is, it's something from the sea.

Yzy: Then that can't possibly be mushrooms.

Houtarou: Some kind of seaweed? 

Erica: It moves around a bit more than that.

Houtarou: Wakame!

Host: Not even close!/j Please do some research after the show.

💙 Aoto: Automobile Command academy. 

Aoto: Yep, [just a regular] driving school. I haven't got a license yet but I love going on drives, so I could only ride shotgun because I can't drive myself. I want to pay back my drivers so far.

Erica: ah the rest of the king cast.

Aoto: (shy) What do you think?

Hiroya: You look like you ride a motorbike.

Aoto: No, I've never been on one.

Masashi (?): It suits you.

🔧Spanner: Tension Crank-up Academy

Spanner: I want everyone to catch up to my hype!

Host: but the Gotchard cast seems like they're all pretty easily hyped?

Spanner: No. (to Renge) I'm the only odd one, right? (Renge nods) Actually I should just go there and sit by myself right?

Kaku: Yeah, right!

(laughs)

Host 2: Totally wrong answer in a totally fitting tone!

Spanner: Hey, I'm compromising already!

Host 2: Ahhh this is getting out of hand XD

Kaku: "Tension Booming!" [Kibun Bunbun, boonboomger roll call]

(dead air)

Spanner: See? No one is doing tsukkomi [straight man, pointing out irrationalities for comedy].

Erica: Ah, so the reason is there's no tsukkomi character in your group. The others look like they are more comfortable playing boke [funny man]. Maybe that's why the cast seems so cheerful.

Spanner: Who's the tsukkomi in your group?

Erica: Over here. (gestures to Yuzuki and Masashi) Team West.* 

*[t/n: 1. My best guess of Ni-Shi is "Western [Japan]" based on their hometowns being further west than the others. There's a stereotype that Kansai/western people are funny, although neither 💜 or 🕸️ is from Kansai to be exact. Taisei is from Fukuoka, the same region, Kyushu, as Yuzuki, but it's been established pretty early on he can't do tsukkomi. 2. Another guess of Ni-shi is "two colours" as in more-black-than-purle Yuzuki + white Masashi? 3. Or it could be "receive"??]

Kaku: So who will it be on your team?

Spanner: I choose... our best boke, Junsei.

Houtarou: Wahhhh don't sell me out!! ToT

Taisei: Someone else for the tsukkomi position?

Spanner: There's Minato-san, but when he's tsukkomi-ing, it's always under his breath. No one can hear him. 

Minato: I'm not confident...

Spanner: When we were talking about tonkatsu just now, he kept leaning back... Sensei, can we get a tsukkomi out of you from now on?

Minato: *mutters* okay...

4. I am the king of XX! (13:56 - 

Rules: Name yourself, or someone else in the room, as king of something.

Host 2: If anyone in the Gotcard is king of something, I suppose Motojima-san... is the king of shrimps.

Houtarou: Yeah, that's right! Please allow me the honor. No, for real, somebody tell me what "shrimp" is!?

Erica: Another hint, it has a lot of legs.

Houtarou: Octopus!

Kaku: Not even close!

❤️Masculinity 

💙Masashi->White [fair skin]

💛Spontaneous trips

💜internal rhythm

🖤Muscle training

🕸️Aoto->Fried chicken (karage)

___

🕸️💙 Masashi: Aoto is the king of fried chicken.

Masashi revealed that Aoto brought fried chicken to work every morning and would generously share it. He also brought some today too. Aoto quickly took over the explanation and said Masashi is one to read between the lines, like Jeramie. Truth is, when Aoto brought the nuggets, Masashi would snoop, "Hey, what flavour did you get?" Aoto then (have to) say, "You want one?" and give him a piece. The next person would say the same thing and Aoto had to give him a piece too, that person is Taisei. And the worst of them chicken "sharers" is Yuzuki. To her complaint, Aoto mimicked her reaction when given a piece, "Ehh~~~ Really?!" 

[t/n: lmao i could totally get why Aoto would be annoyed by Yuzuki because his imitation sounds absolutely like she's pretentious about it lol. but I could totally see Hirakawa Yuzuki doing that too lmao.]

📱Sabi named Spanner as king of long legs. 

🖤 Kaku-san named himself as the king of muscle training. (Minato loves muscle training too) Kaku-san's weightlifting record is 130kg in barbell.

Rinne is king of video games and Renge plays a thief simulator game and got her into it too.

💛 Erica named herself as the king of spontaneous trips. She can go anywhere and by herself. Last year she went to Osaka and Kyoto for two days unplanned. After she finished work in Kyushu, she stopped by there before coming back to Tokyo. She loved both sightseeing and eating. She re-visited the temple from a family photo taken on a childhood trip.

💜 Yuzuki named herself as the king of internal rhythm. Because King-Oh nearly always films indoors, they can't see the sun and often wonder what time it is. At which they'd turn to Yuzuki for the answer. She estimated the current time to be 12:56, which is just 30 seconds faster. [t/n: She talked about this in tge cinematoday interview 06:13 before the series starts]

5. Reverse Offer (25:03 - 

Rules: What role do you want to play in the opposite series? It can be a real or made-up character.

❤️manly man chemy

💙evil rider 

💛mad scientist 

💜a chemy that keeps screaming non-stop 

🖤kind muscular older-brother type 

🕸️a chemy that can grant any wish

[t/n: 🕸️a chemy that can grant any wish -> that's just Doraemon right.... re: relay interview]

🖤 Kaku: a kind muscular older-brother type

no alchemy, just a kind muscular older-brother type. I will be your personal trainer. You all look a bit slim, leave it to me :D

Minato: a monk, who'd fit in Toufu

💜 Renge: Moffun

Renge: It got a lot of cheers from the audience, so it must be very popular.

Yzy: It'd be interesting to see a Kansai-dialect Moffun.

Renge: [kansai dialect] "Why do you hide your eye? mofu~"

Yzy: Hired!

❤️ Taisei: a manly man chemy

Taisei: I want to become muscular too, after watching Kaku-san the past year. (straight face) Even his naked body, in the main series.

Kaku/Yzy: Hey!

Taisei: (straight face) I'm quite envious of his physique. I want to try working out in the future

Kaku: Okay, I can teach you...

Taisei: Thank you ^_^

(conversation starting to get lost...)

Kaku: Gotcha! [sharp cut keyword]

Spanner: What will your manly-man chemy sound like?

Taisei: ...

Taisei: Gotcha! \(^o^)/

🕸️Sabi: Pet (Jeramie's)

Masashi: So you want to be my pet?

Sabi: Woof!

Masashi: Hired!

💙 Aoto: Evil Rider [proceed to solo-act his oc's story]

Aoto: I want to henshin as a villain. At the very end, he redeemed himself and died protecting the hero, "Remember... something something..." and I die.

Hiroya: That'd be a challenging role.

Host 2: We've seen your Royal Arms, how will your evil rider henshin?

Erica: Don't you always talk about this😂? With the rain.

Aoto: ahhh. Yep, I've got the scene set. At first he was a good guy, then we flashback to his past, a rainy day, the old man who's been taking care of him died in his arms. "AHHHHH", I scream, and the belt materialises "churn churn churn". With blood all over my face, "HENSHIN!! ARGHHHHHH". Like this.

Host 2: A Henshin powered by screams, I see. Minato-sensei, you were an evil rider, what do you think?

Minato: That's more like the hero's backstory. A little like... Spider-man?

Kaku: It's too cool, isn't it?

Aoto: I will henshin with a fried pork chop chemy.

🕶️ Houtarou: King Gotchard

Houtarou: I want to go to King-Ohger's world just as I am, and see what kind of people will follow me if I become the king of gotcha

Host 2: You can take today as an opportunity to ask the kings for advice. What quality does a good king need?

Houtarou: Yes, please. Charisma for sure, what else?

Kaku: If I have to say... aura, perhaps.

Hiroya: You are not answering "muscles" for once?

Houtarou: Honshin? Honkaku? 本心？本格？Genuine? Authenticity?

Kaku: Honkakuha chuuka 本格派中華？Authentic Chinese restaurant?

*laughs* [t/n: treat it as a dad joke 😅...]

Houtarou: No no no, what's that word that means the very base of something.

Spanner: The core. (核心 kakushinn)

Houtarou: Yes, I meant to say "at the core".

Masashi: What kind of kingdom do you want to build?

Houtarou: A bright country! Where everyone can get creative and invent their own recipes like Houtarou.

Kaku: Just like Toufu!

___

The round up is just more pep talk. The talk show is filmed a few hours before CEYS.

___

t/n: I wrote this because of an request. At the very least I want to sub Aoto and Yuzuki's segments. The talk is too funny but quite long and no few jokes. If I end up getting around to it will def be November. Also the op of the video is absent for asking permission...

[where-is-francis]

𝙏𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙡 𝙊𝙛 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 —♡-> 𝘽𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚

Before You Interact — Rules of My Blog

𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩: Part of my Valentine’s Day 2023 blurb series

𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙨: They/Them

𝘼/𝙉: I dedicate this to my one and only Shrimp Punch *bows and tips hat* anyways just to make it clear I don’t support Billy’s actions/ideas from S2/S3 in any way, shape, or form — this is more of a “he lived after the accident and decided to try and be a better person” type thing. Which is pretty much the only way I’m willing to write for him.

𝙏𝙒: None!

The sight of 𝘽𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚 standing in the arcade used to seem foreign to everybody at one point, but now they didn’t pay much attention to him. You, however, made up for that by giving him a lot of attention. Pretty much anybody who was spending the holiday alone found themselves at the arcade, the only difference with you was that it was your job. Billy had just stomped out his cigarette in the parking lot and nudged the door open, effectively ringing the bell.

You turned from the back counter and leaned over the prize booth, shooting him a wide smile when you saw who it was.

“Well well well, if it isn’t my favorite devil. Where’s your DigDugging sidekick?”

“Had a date with Sinclair. Just me today.” He mirrored your pose against the counter.

It was surprising to see him like this. He was calm and fairly relaxed, but that seemed to become his new normal since the accident. Since he didn’t have to worry about Neil breathing down his neck anymore. Your eyes traced the hanging chain of the necklace he always wore and how it seemed to shine in blues and greens from the lava lamps behind you.

“To be honest, I’m surprised they’re not here trying to kick each other’s asses at skee-ball.”

Billy grinned at that. “Well, there’s always next week. Maybe Sinclair won’t leave with a bruise this time.”

“Ah, young love!” You sighed dreamily. “Speaking of which, c’mere.”

You flipped up the hinged section of the counter and led the blonde through a few loners and over to a new machine. It was dark red, covered in hearts, and had a flashing marquee sign on the top. Above the coin slot and at the height of your hips was a board with two large hand-shaped screens.

“‘Love Tester’? Yeah, looks like a real fun time.” Billy rolled his eyes.

The blue eyed male watched as you grabbed a quarter from the pocket of your work vest and slotted it in the machine. All of the lights came on and scattered a bit to show the main screen of the different ratings you could get. Billy couldn’t so much as think before you grabbed his left hand and forced it down to one of the prints on the board, following by doing the same with your right hand.

He watched, a bit stunned, as the lights climbed up and down at a rapid pace. It went from the bottom, holding the lowest score of ‘harmless’, all the way to the top where it read ‘hot stuff!’ in all caps. It wouldn’t have been a lie to say he liked you and the dynamic you shared, it was different to anything he’d had before. As much as his jokes and comments were biting and flirty, yours were just as much so. Billy had a strong sense of where he stood with most people, but you were unreadable.

The lights on the Love Tester slowed a bit before finally settling on your compatibility score:

The top match — Hot Stuff.

Neither of you said anything and instead just stood in disbelief, with Billy occasionally shifting on the wild and fluorescent carpet. Below the coin slot in a larger horizontal slot, a pink card had been printed out with the results. You grabbed it and began to read it off.

“‘Look out — these two have it all! Fiery hot love connection coming through!’ Oh my God, this is so dumb.” You were increasingly animated.

Without much thought, the blonde scanned the arcade to see if anybody watched what just happened. When no eyes but yours met his gaze, he visibly dropped the tension in his chest. It was new to him to be interested in somebody who wasn’t a girl. Even newer to be close to them. You flipped the small card over and continued to read the description in relative silence before passing it to your ‘perfect match’.

Billy took the card in his hands and smiled. He smiled. Not his usual cocky and taunting grin, but a sweet one, a genuine one. When he looked up, you had already started to maneuver back to the gaudy counter. He watched as you pulled a small box from the cabinet and grabbed a set of keychains. The loop slid over your finger and you waved it at him, silently telling him to come get it.

“So, what’d ya think?” You mused as he braved the counter.

“I think it’s full of shit. Just like someone else in this joint.”

The response earned a laugh. With your back to the blonde, you hurried and pulled the set of keychains apart. Anybody who got the top three rankings on the tacky machine would be rewarded with matching keychains. They were cheap and just as gaudy as the machine itself, but something about them made you grin. Billy was a bit confused when you passed one to him and eyed you suspiciously. It wasn’t anything super elaborate, just a black background with the two words printed in a flame font on both sides, but you still thought it was worthy of being added to the set of work keys you inherited.

“What? Anybody who gets one of the top three gets matching keychains if they bring the card up.” Your tone was ever so sweet.

His blue eyes avoided contact with your own as you watched him debate on grabbing the small piece of plastic. This territory was entirely new, foreign even, to Hargrove — a strange but welcome one. Meanwhile, any mask he used to have was gone for a mere moment. He could simply exist.

He picked up the keychain and gave it a once over.

“Nothing says ‘true love’ like a cheap piece of plastic.” Billy couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re such a romantic, you know that?”

After getting what he came for, and a bit more, he decided to leave and make the short trip back to the parking lot. The bell chimed but you stopped him before he could leave, passing the score card back to him. His dark brows furrowed in confusion before you turned it around, rolling your eyes, to reveal your phone number on the back.

“I get off at 6. You pick me up and we can go out, do whatever you like, hot stuff.” You grinned at him with your tongue caught between your teeth.

He couldn’t say much except give a small grunt and nod of approval — which certainly was boosting your ego — and you let him go once again. Billy jumped inside the Camaro and grinned down at the number on the card while simultaneously trying to think of something fun to do in the evening. The stupid keychain caught his attention for a moment, before he decidedly settled it on the small ring with his car keys.

You were going to be the death of him — and you were going to enjoy every minute.

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[fakemonexperiments]

fakemon concepts

so, you’re still thinking about making one of those pokemon creatures: the question is, what kind of pokemon creature do you want to make?

how to concept

before we get to actually designing the pokemon, you’ll first want to come up with a strong concept. this is what your pokemon is actually about, its core conceit, what makes it special! a strong concept will guide your design and tell you exactly what your pokemon should look like, in terms of physical characteristics, pose, and personality.

disclaimer: pokemon concepts have evolved over the generations, which is really only to be expected from an almost 30-year-old franchise. pokemon concepts will continue to evolve over time. I’m not going to be the judge to say “this looks like a pokemon” or not, mostly because they release new and surprising pokemon every year and I always find myself liking them anyway. these are just a few frameworks that will hopefully help you navigate fakemon design.

anyway.

the fundamentals

pokemon concepts are often made up of multiple parts: where the skill lies is in pairing parts that go well with each other. for example, bulbasaur is a bulb-frog that evolves into a flower-dinosaur. confusing? yes, when I put it like that. but what makes it work is the narrative that ties the pokemon together (a rafflesia growing and bursting into bloom). so,

pick a base concept. easy tier would be an animal, plant, or object (1), but feel free to go further! many of the more anthromorphic pokemon are based around ideas or professions rather than a specific animal. think of snorlax (hungry sleepy animal, not actually a bear) or kirlia (a ballet dancer). pick a base that’s evocative and flexible. the base should be something that would be familiar to a child, if not in specifics then at least in general. (2)

find a secondary concept. the secondary concept does not need to relate to your base concept, but it should have synergy with it, IE they should resonate with each other and make it easier, rather than harder, to understand your pokemon on first glance.

marry these concepts together using a narrative and personality. your pokemon should tell its own mini-story. how does it function in the wild? how does it behave in relation to humans? what are its likes and dislikes? at this point, you may start filling out the laundry list of pokemon traits (post upcoming), like their typing, evolution stage, pokedex entries, stats, and so on. (3)

does this pokemon go with other pokemon? if so, you might need to think about those pokemon too! like real life critters, they can have a variety of relationships, be it mutualistic or antagonistic or anything along those lines. if this pokemon evolves, think about how its core idea evolves through the different stages (as opposed to just getting bigger and more complexly designed). you can go through this process for those guys too!

happy with your fakemon concept? good! now is time to refine your concept further. here is a DIAGRAM I have made for your reference.

pokemon graph 01

you’re probably looking at this like. what the hell does THAT mean??? but you also probably get it from looking at it. all pokemon fall on this diagram somewhere. you should try to stay within the pale red diamond, otherwise known as “the pokemon zone”. here are why I labelled the axes as such:

a zoo animal is a pokemon that’s too familiar for anyone’s liking. it does not necessarily need to be an animal, that’s just the name I’m using for it. this often happens if you lean too hard on your base concept and make your pokemon wayyy too specific. like if you made a mantis shrimp but it’s just a mantis shrimp. yes, it’s very cool, because mantis shrimp are fundamentally cool, but at the end of the day, it’s still basically just a mantis shrimp with no other significant traits. again, “zoo animal” can also apply to more humanlike concepts - this happens when you make a pokemon’s assigned characteristics too clear in its design. remember: timburr has a vest and carries a steel bar, but it does NOT wear a hat and its vest is not high-vis. try simplifying and abstracting if this is you.

a furby is a pokemon that is unearthly to the point of unfamiliarity. I mean, yes, strictly speaking all pokemon are unearthly, but this is a pokemon that’s so unfamiliar it’s hard to parse on first glance what’s going on with it. often this has to do with missing the mark on pokemon design conventions, but the existing pokemon I’d place close to this are actually ultra beasts, which are like this by design. they do this by doing things like having uncomfortably and satirically humanoid silhouettes, missing faces and facial expressions, being full abominations and so on. there are some really interesting things you can do in this space, but you want to still make sure this pokemon is interesting and likeable to a child.

a digimon is, well, a digimon. there are plenty of theses on why digimon are different from pokemon, but personally the main difference is in the scale of design: digimon tend to be much more anthropomorphic and also much more complicated, with the addition of armour and clothing. when a pokemon (such as lucario or gardevoir) is anthro, they aren’t straightforwardly so - they mess with the proportions, they disrupt the silhouette. they also don't straightforwardly add clothes; usually the clothes are baked into the pokemon's fur or skin to give an impression (such as with gumshoos). people fall into the digimon trap when they overcomplicate their design by adding too many elements into it.

a neopet is also, well. a neopet. unlike digimon, neopets tend to be undercomplicated and oversimplified. instead of having the secondary concept, they tend to have a single concept with a personality tacked onto it. not all cute pokemon are neopets, and not all neopets are cute pokemon. for example, eevee looks like it could be a neopet, but is specifically designed to be no particular animal, as well as having a unique concept behind its evolution and relation to other pokemon. if you’ve got a neopet-looking pokemon, try to make its concept more complex (although not necessarily more convoluted).

you might have noticed that I’ve mentioned that certain existing pokemon lean one way or another, but are still considered pokemon. this is because pokemon changes all the time and is constantly pushing the definition of what it means to be a pokemon. as I said, making fakemon is meant to be fun! do whatever! but pokemon official is able to do this because they are aware of pokemon design conventions to begin with. that’s why ultra beasts are Labelled As Ultra Beasts, it’s because they don’t fit the design conventions. keep this in mind when conceptualising your pokemon!

appeal to children

think your fakemon sounds like a fakemon? cool. now you want to make sure your fakemon hits the right tone, and for that, it must be parseable to a child.

like, a kid should be able to listen to your concept and be like oh that makes sense and not get lost along the way. this is because despite the ageing fanbase, one of the cornerstones of pokemon remains being accessible to new and young players, rather than just old veterans. if it’s too complex, streamline your ideas! if it’s too simple, buff up the narrative! every pokemon should, theoretically, be able to become some child’s best friend and companion.

if you’re struggling to figure out how to do this, one thing I’ve found very helpful is actually relying on the frameworks pokemon already gives us in game. that is, your pokemon’s condition!

in-game, pokemon are used in contests, and their condition is part of their judging. for fakemon, this means you can use these stats to guide the appeal of your pokemon:

tough

cool

beauty

cute

smart

or any combination of these! most pokemon (I find) tend to lean on 2 of these characteristics. a pokemon can be large and brutish, but it must be scary in a cool way. in an exciting way! in a “wow that’s so sick I wish I had one of those” kind of way. note also that conditions tend to lend themselves to certain kinds of moves, builds, and stats, but if you’ve been following along with a fakemon in mind that should probably make sense to you anyway.

now that you’ve thoroughly refined your pokemon concept, it’s time to put your pokemon in context.

cultural concepts (and appropriation)

okay, listen. if you are making a fakemon, there’s a good chance you’re thinking of making a fakemon region, or pokedex. like the pokemon company, you’re probably considering basing it on a real-world geographic area and culture. and that’s not bad! but you need to be careful!

I’m not saying that you should only write or make art about cultures that you personally are familiar with, but please for the love of god do not make racist fakemon. I have seen enough racist fakemon for a lifetime. think about the appropriateness of the story you’re telling. are you the right person to tell this story? is this story yours to tell?

as a creator it is your responsibility to research thoroughly any other culture you seek to represent, especially their mythology. this includes being sensitive to their perspective on said culture, which may have religious or otherwise implications that you aren’t aware of. I am once again asking you to be, at the bare minimum, respectful. (4)

if you’re working on a culture that isn’t yours, look into getting a sensitivity reader! I assure you that this is not as scary as it sounds, and could be as simple as asking a friend from that culture to look over your work and point out any blind spots. (if you don’t have any friends from that culture, this should doubly make you question why you’re making fakemon about it, of all things.) please also thank your friend for their time - sensitivity reading is also a job that people get paid for, if you’d like to hire someone instead.

anyway, key points:

if you’re representing a culture or background that isn’t yours, do your research

part of that research may involve speaking to people from that culture or background to actually make the pokemon work

this is not a bad thing and will in fact help you make better pokemon

ultimately the goal of any culturally inspired pokemon should be to celebrate that culture! not to perpetuate racist stereotypes lol

conclusion

a lot of people think that pokemon is often X + Y = Z. they’re not wrong, but it’s actually more like A + B + C + D + E = Z, where A to E aren’t just different things, they’re different categories of things. A might be your base concept. B might be the weird riff you’re putting on it. C might be a personality trait. D is the narrative role of the pokemon. and E is probably the completely broken unique move or ability you’ve concocted for your pokemon that would make it horrible to play against competitively.

make your pokemon rigourously! make them robust! make them fun! and ultimately, please make them a child’s best friend, to go on their pokemon journey with.

footnotes:

(1) I guess a sort of riff on animal, vegetable, mineral, except that pokemon objectmons go far beyond minerals. grass types aren’t all strictly plants, and vegetables do encompass mushrooms though.

(2) a child might not be familiar with the specific parasite that orbeetle is based on, but they do know ladybugs and they do know UFOs. and they’d be like, wow, so cool!

(3) please know that even though I’ve labelled these steps 1-4, you don’t have to actually do them in order. you could start with a typing you want to fill or a narrative in mind, then come up with a pokemon to fill the gaps. start with a design and then make up a personality for it! I’m not the boss of you.

(4) I’m not going to pretend pokemon doesn’t have its own history of cultural appropriation and racism (cc xatu, jynx, etc.). but that doesn’t mean you have to do it.

[yunnathearcher]

A Leo placement (Sun, Moon, Venus mainly) will love on you for all eternity if you let them. That fixed fire.

Deeply romantic & committed people.

My Leo Moon & Mars in Scorpio are my most committed placements.

Well my Mercury & Saturn in Capricorn too. But we not talking about Saturn on a Monday too much. No.

Focused attention, in intimate settings. Libra Rising.

Family group dynamics or shared values/goals in group dynamics. Sagittarius Sun & Venus in Aquarius.

Outside of that, solo dolo me plz.

Because nah you hanging with a person, they got opps, next thing you know they your opp too. No. I’ll pass.

Night borne like me. Idk what I was thinking

Namaste

Unless I love you, that’s different.

I like how time nomad announces the planetary hours. It would be really cool if it announced the moons ingresses too.

Working my way backwards from the end point of an idea.

Not going to hold you, this void moon feels ridiculous. Over it.

Child’s pose and a nap. Let’s regroup.

Also I love you. Thank you.

Zoom out, eagle view.

Expressing emotions and releasing resentment is a spiritual investment

There's reasoning and then there's love.

If you're the good guy in every story you're not real.

My neighbor. Always outside in a robe. Me. Always taking pictures of the sky.

Deep rest day Mondays.

Most aren’t cruel or evil, just unconscious.

Tired & loved. I’ll take it.

Grilled shrimp caesar wraps. Vibe.

It’s some artists where if they had not created idk how I would’ve made it through some phases

Fiery & earthy sky

Being intuitive, clauriaudent, prophetic, etc it’s easy to forget that there are others that possess similar gifts. Until you encounter them.

Do I trust the feeling? More than anything.

But like still 🦌

That’s my baby tho. Idc.

And just when you think you can’t stand to see anymore your eyes open wider. Godly.

[wingherc]

@twohundredpower

｢𓆄｣ "The shrimp who fries the rice? Yeah, I've heard of him." While everyone around Lloyd was looking at him like he was crazy, it's the man with large red bird wings that stands up for him and cuts through the crowd.

"Just 'cause the shrimp chef isn't in this city, doesn't mean he's not real. Ain't that right?" The question is posed at Lloyd. Where Hawks was from, a shrimp-heteromorph was not out of the question, and it was only natural someone with such a quirk would pursue the culinary arts.

"One must exist back in your world too then?"

[angelmichelangelo]

without a parachute

verse: tmnt 2012 rated: g word count: 4k pairing: woodyangelo series: part two of the pizza bros

ao3 link!

x

There’s the unmistakable sound of chain going swinging through the air, pulling taut before it reaches its intended target, his chucks come into heavy contact with the Purple Dragon’s face, knocking him off his feet with a splutter that comes out pink against his chin from the blood and spittle spat there as soon as he’d hit the floor. Mikey runs circles around these guys because he’s fought aliens and monsters and big bad guys with real, fierce intent to kill and all Woody can do as he remains hidden out of sight behind the smell old dumpster is watch in awe as his friend takes out the goons one by one without so much as breaking a sweat. Eventually, the small handful of gang members are spilled across the darkened alleyway, either groaning through their newfound headaches or straight up K’O’d, once Mikey is sure his work here is finished, he’s looking for Woody with a big, breathless grin. “Dude!” Woody exclaims as he unsticks himself from the back wall, toeing off a receipt that’d stuck itself to the bottom of his sneaker. “That was awesome! ” The turtle shrugs, effortlessly tucking away his weaponry into his belt, he’s looking back at the Dragons that aren’t getting up just yet. “Piece of cake, really,” he’s telling him, lifting his gaze to meet his again. Something flutters about in Woody’s chest, so he sinks it down with a shallow gulp . “Wish our hangouts didn’t have to be so rudely interrupted, though,” the turtle adds, a crease forming in his mask between his eyes. “You’d think they’d get sick and tired of having their butts kicked, huh?” He’s grinning, all teeth like he often does, and that airy, fluttery feeling comes back in full force like the most pleasant type of vomit on earth when Woody smiles back, all wobbly, he responds, “Yeah. Right.”

Angel corners Woody a week later, partly because she enjoys intimidating anyone she can just about cross paths with and partly because when her roommate had come home those few months ago with a swollen face and a rather sketchy story to explain it all, she’d been hot on Woody’s tail about where it was he snuck off to of an evening. “It’s no big deal,” he’s telling her around a laugh as he fairly dishes out both their share of Chinese takeout. His mouth goes wet as he forks over a heaping of shrimp fried rice across his plate. “I’m a big boy, Ange. I can take care of myself.” The girl comes up around him, sweeping a cracker out of the little styrofoam box, crunching down on it deliberately hard, he just deadpans her with a somewhat unimpressed look. “Uh huh. Not suspicious at all, you going out all hours of the night. You come back all beaten and bruised…” She narrows her sharp eyes towards him as he sets the fork down to face her entirely. “Angel,” he levels with her. “I told you. I got mugged. It’s New York – is that so unbelievable?” She smacks her lips together, still not looking entirely convinced. “And this… friend of yours?” She presses. She could keep pressing, but there wasn’t a force in the world that was going to have him willingly give up Mikey’s secret. Even if Angel was stronger than he was. 

“Just a friend,” he says, offering up a gentle smile and a single pork ball as a resolve to their small interrogation session. She plucks it up off the fork and walks back to the couch, dropping onto it heavily, she calls out, “Yeah, any trouble, you send ‘em my way, Woods.” Woody continues to fix up their dinner and grins wickedly. He’d love to see her try. *** “Dude, no that’s—” Mikey’s laughter rings out around the dojo, resounding in Woody’s face suddenly going very hot. He undoes the stance he’d been posed in, feeling pretty lame as Mikey rushes towards him to grab at his hands and rework it. “Sorry,” the turtle says, biting his lip to badly hide the smile that was currently creeping across his face. “I’m not laughing at you.” Despite the way his ears were currently on fire, Woody finds himself smiling back, only barely able to try and fight it off. “Yeah you are. You’re laughing at me because you started all this stuff since before you could walk and I have all the ninjutsu talent of… of a chicken.” That has Mikey snort laughing – a rarity that apparently only he himself could coax out of him, his face all screwed up, it wasn’t even that funny of a joke but Michelangelo seems to disagree before he’s catching his breath once more to try and teach his friend the very early learner defense stance.

“Here,” Mikey tells him, gently grabbing his wrists and raising his arms high. “You want your shoulders to be equal with your hips, that way you have center gravity.” Woody raises a brow at him. “And your dad taught you this?” He asks, only a touch incredulous. “With those… big ol’ clunky shells of yours?” Mikey blinks then blows him a raspberry. “Shut up,” he’s telling him, entirely non serious. “Do you want me to teach you how to not get your ass beaten or not?” Woody hums; Mike still has his wrists wrapped up in his big, oversized hands and neither of them make an attempt to pull away from the touch. “If you do, does that mean you won’t be saving said ass when we come across danger on our hang outs?” Mikey deadpans him, something playful flashing across his face when he lifts his arms just a tiny inch higher. “Only when I’m not there,” he says. “Duh.” And it feels like it should be a joke. But there’s a slight edge of truth to his words that Woody doesn’t comment on again. He just lets Mikey try and teach him, only for him to fall flat on his face five minutes later, drawing out that crazed snort laugh once more. ***

His keys are still in midair, thrown from where he’d walked in through the door when Angel calls out from the living room, “How was your date?” The keys skitter harshly across the kitchen countertop, coming to a stop as he does. His roommate rounds the corner, her hair wrapped up in a towel, dressed down in her loungewear and a knowing smirk, Woody tries to stop his face from flushing. “I–I didn’t. I didn’t go on a date.” He tells her, gently pushing past her to seek retreat in the fridge. Angel hums, twiddling the drawstring of her pants around a finger, watching him as he pulls a soda can from the back of the shelf. “Hmm, sure.” He closes the fridge with a bump of his hip and draws the tab back. Frothy, fizzy sweetness dances to the top of the can and he brings it quickly to his lip to still it. That, and any other choice words he may have for his friend before him. “Dude, I don’t know what the big deal is,” she laughs airly. “If you want me out the apartment, just say the word! I’d rather you be… hookin’ up someplace safe, at least.” Woody splutters on his drink as it slides down his throat and into his lungs. Foam froths up behind his eyes and nose making him cough weakly. Angel finds it all very amusing. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and sets the now sticky can down on the counter. “I’m not… hooking up,” he says, cringing a little. “I told you. I just hang out with some friends and we just–” “Hook up?” Angel says with a shit eating grin. God, her and Raphael would for sure get along like a house on fire, he thinks almost bitterly. “No,” he tells her plainly, something close to seriousness webbed around his tone that gets her to back off (for now). “It’s just… complicated.” Angel sighs, unraveling the drawstring from around her finger, she’s looking at Woody a little gentler now, something that in itself was rare and uncommon but very much welcomed. “Okay,” she tells him. “But you have to promise me–” she adds, voice climbing steadily before Woody can butt in, stepping forward he lands a hand on her shoulder to still her. “--he didn’t give me that black eye or the split lip.” Angel chews the inside of her cheek before she lets go to smile at him. “So it’s a he?” Woody groans, swiping up his soda and heading for the refuge of his bedroom, leaving behind her laughter. *** Woody is only caught in the downpour of the century for a minute after rushing out of work to his nearest sewer tunnel, shaking off the droplets of rain that clung to his hair as he descends the ladder into the underbelly of the city. When he reaches the lair, pushing through the turnstiles, the pizza boxes that he’d crammed into his delivery bag were still warm, sniffed out by three wanting turtles who greet him with grabby hands for the zipper. “Mikey’s not here,” Raph explains to him quickly as he fishes out one of the boxes. Woody frowns and only Donatello looks up to offer him explanation. “He’s out with Leatherhead,” he tells him. “But you're welcome to stay for dinner.” Woody hums, handing off the last box to them, he fiddles somewhat nervously around his bag strap. Whatever vibe he was giving off, Leo is fast to pick up on it. “He won’t be long,” the turtle tells him. “Eat with us. Save you going back up there in that storm.” Woody goes, sitting with the brothers, he picks at his singular slice listening to the sound of the pipes up ahead creak and groan. 

He makes light of conversation between them, asking about patrols and training and somehow divulges into a lengthy discussion with Donnie about the structure of the tunnel system against such fierce storms when there’s the unmistakable click of the turnstiles that has Woody rising to his feet. All three pairs of eyes are on him and so he awkwardly lowers himself back down again, waiting for Mikey to emerge. “Aw dudes, tell me you left some for me!” He skips into the room, swamped in an oversized raincoat with the hood still pulled over his head so only his snout can be seen as it sniffs out his dinner. Woody slides him his box, sharpie scrawled across it with the words: jellybean..?

“Course, amigo.” He tells him with a grin, expecting Mike to pull up a chair and drop into it and inhale his pizza. But he doesn’t, instead swiping the box up off the table with one hand, the other comes to pull Woody to his feet. “Cool. Wanna watch that crappy chick flick we started on the other day on the Hallmark channel?” Woody chortles a laugh, allowing himself to be lead without so much of an actual state on the matter, they’re only ever stopped when Leo is standing up from his seat, wiping greasy fingertips over his belt, looking at them ever so seriously, “Door open, kay Mike?” Woody has never felt hotter in the face before, like he could just melt and he’s expecting maybe Mikey to un-liquify him with a snappy, sharp remark but he just laughs and rolls his eyes like he’s the one starring in a bad C-Lister rom-com and says, “Sure Leo.” Before pulling his friend along to his room. He’s flopping onto the bed, throwing Woody a glance over his shoulder looking so amused and unbothered by it all, “Weirdos,” he throws Woody the remote to search for their movie; he only just about catches it, fumbling it slightly before clutching it tightly. “If they wanted to come watch with us, they only had to ask.”

And as Woody drops into his beanbag chair, so does his heart, all the way to his gut, because…

Because oh. This was not good.

***

He unpicks the bathroom lock and barges in, knowing it’s safe to do so because Angel only ever locks it when she’s hanging halfway out the window to have a smoke — which is exactly what she was doing now.

He flips the toilet seat closed and sits on it so heavily it draws her back in, stubbing out the last of her cigarette against the now ashy frame. 

“Oh, what happened?” She asks, drawing back all her hair in her palm to sweep it off her face as she perched herself against the lip of the bathtub.

“I think,” Woody says with a gulp, his heart swimming up in his throat. “I think… I like my friend.”

There’s a beat of silence that allows Woody to believe that maybe his friend won’t be so hard on him and actually impede some wisdom, but that doesn’t happen.

What does happen is she tips her head back, whole body following after that she nearly falls into the tub and laughs loudly.

“Yeah,” she says once she’s stopped. “No shit.”

Woody whines, dropping his head into his hands to fist at his curls tightly, just to stop his head from spinning clean off.

First Angel believed there to be something, then Leo… it was onto a matter of time before that weighty realization caught up and slammed into him with full force.

Which is exactly what this was right now.

“Okay,” Angel is leveling with him, patting him generously on his knee to get him to stop folding himself in half. “First things first, is he gay?”

Woody’s gut swims about in a whole river of uncertainty. He'd never really picked up on any… hints, per se but Mike wasn’t like most guys Woody got close to.

Being a mutant turtle kind of blocked out that particular radar for obvious reasons.

“I don’t know,” he says with a sigh. “I don’t know, Angel. This friendship, it’s… it’s super important to me and him.”

His throat goes right as he’s reminded of the follow up conversations to that whole shebang with the Foot Soldiers, about how much it meant to Mikey to having a friend outside his usual circle of insanity that followed his normal day to day life.

Angel presses his lips together, weighing up what kind of helpful response she could share.

“Woods,” is what she does say eventually. Their bathroom smells like smoke, there’s no way they’re getting their deposit back on this place. “Sometimes you gotta just go for it, man.”

He lifts his gaze to meet hers. Something soft glimmering in her eyes.

Trust Mikey to somehow bring out the kinder side in Angel without even meeting her first. 

“But what if I ruin it?” Woody says, dragging a hand down his face tiredly. He’s sure he’d rather go another round with Mike’s chucks that endure this any longer. “Then what?”

Angel pats his knee again and smiles again.

“Yeah,” she says, head tipping to the side. “But what if you don’t?”

Woody remains silent, afraid that if he opens his mouth more of this word vomit might come up with the rest of his courage.

“Never gonna know if the chutes workin’ unless you jump, dude.”

And damn, if she didn’t have a point.

***

Woody doesn’t really have a plan in his head when he very inconspicuously comes out to Mikey.

He figures that Mike was the type of guy that was pretty made up of pure unconditional love; he’d seen it with all of his other friends and his family. If there was one thing Woody could count on with his mutant friend, it was that he was the love first, ask questions third type because the second thing he was doing was wrapping you up in a very tight hug. 

They’re hanging out on one of their favorite rooftops because the storm from a few days ago had finally settled and washed away the humidity in the air and it was nice not to be stuffed away underground all the time. Woody slides a particularly greasy slice about in the box, watching it before he rests the box on his lap and clears his throat.

“Hey, Mike?” He cranes his head upwards, looking out towards the starless sky. “Did I, uh. Did I ever tell you ‘bout the time I came out to my Ma?”

Mikey dances the straw of his milkshake about on his tongue. There’s nothing written across his face to indicate any strongly held emotions.

“No,” he says, genuinely curious, it helps ease some of the worry that’d settled heavily in his chest.

“Well,” he says, picking up a tiny little meatball of one of the slices and rolling it between his fingers, greasing them up. “It was in middle school, and I liked this kid in my class.” He swallows, wishing now he’d caved and got himself a shake too. “He was in the school play so of course, I joined the school play.”

Mikey spits his straw out, eyes going wide.

“Oh cool! I always wanted to be in a school play!” He clutches excitedly at his foam cup. “I mean, I did a few performances as a kid for my dad but it was kinda hard to direct your three brothers that were like, totally not interested at all.”

Woody chuckles softly, trying to picture a smaller Mikey picks up a slice, folding it lengthways and sliding it over his tongue.

“Sorry. ADHD Brain. Carry on.”

Woody presses the meatball into his mouth, chewing on it only once before swallowing it down. 

“I got cast, only a minor role, but it meant I got to spend most lunch periods with him or going over lines or just hanging out between classes,” he tells him, dragging the toe of his sneaker across the gravel, his laces becoming loose.

Somewhere in the distance, a car horn blares loudly followed by a string of curses strewn from either side of the road before the commotion moves on again.

“I was so wrapped up in crushing on this guy I forgot two pretty big important things,” he tells him. “One, I forgot to act on it, and two, I forgot that I had to actually, like, perform in the play.”

Mikey grins. “Was it cool?”

Woody scoffs, with all the good intentions in the world and watches the way Mikey’s smile creeps off his face, shoulders sagging. “Ah. Sorry.” Woody has to resist every little bit of force that is making him want to reach over the very small gap between them and grab his hand and maybe not ever let go. “It’s alright,” he tells him. “But it was not cool because I totally chickened out.” Mikey’s face falls. “Oh,” he says softly. “Oh no.” Woody huffs a laugh, then, just to give his wanting hands something to actually do, he sweeps his hair across over his forehead. “I had like, a bit of a meltdown backstage because here I was, this idiot kid that liked a much cooler kid, about to make an absolute ass out of myself.” Thinking back on the memory, he can still feel the blinding heat of the spotlights against his blushing face – like he was there now, standing under the lamp about to puke up all his guts and feelings in one giant dry heave. “My ma had to come around and get me,” Woody explains. “And she sat with me, trying to calm me down, tellin’ me of all the ways to get over stage fright.” His voice wobbles and that is all it takes for Mikey to be the brave one and reach over and grab his hands. Woody stares at them for a moment; those big, green three fingered hands that just one of which seems to swallow up both of his, and how normal it all feels. How never out of place this turtle has ever made him feel in the months of knowing him. “It’s then,” he says with a long, drawn out sigh, “that I told her that the tears weren’t just because I was scared of getting up on stage.” He looks down. “I told her then, about the kid, about how I felt.” He finds Mikey’s gaze boring into his – baby blues so unwavering. “What happened then?” He’s asking quietly. 

Woody smiles. Blinks back some of the burning behind his eyes. “She, uh, She took me for ice cream.” He remembers how she’d only asked him once do you want to stay and he’d simply shaken his head and they’d packed up in her beaten up minivan and left the play and the boy behind in search of cherry garcia. Woody only pulls his hands away to scrub at his face. “So, uh. Yeah.” He says after a moment. 

Mikey fidgets with his hands for a moment, in a way that Woody had come to learn that was an outlet for him juggling his thoughts and words that tended to swirl up in his brain, too blizzardy to say straight the first time. His voice is small and unsure when he speaks. “I… I never came out to my dad.” Woody’s heart stills in his chest, a breeze dances across the roof, brushing his curls over his eyes. “I planned on it,” he adds leaning back ever so casually, but the slight tremble in his voice gave him away. Woody wouldn’t dare comment on it either way. “It was after he… he died,” he says, forcing the word past his lips. “I told Leo about it. I thought for the longest time that– that maybe I’d missed an opportunity to do so. Cos, y’know. I was never gonna know how that conversation played out, cos I told myself I was too chicken to do it when he was here–” Woody finds his courage, snatching up his hands with his. “You’re not chicken,” he says, so solidly the words might as well form like rock where they sit between them on the cool rooftop. “You’re not.” Mikey sniffs, eyes sparkling. “Yeah,” he laughs wetly. “I know that now.”

Woody searches his face – the face that ever rarely gets to look so hurt like it did right now, even when he was smiling at him like he was now, it was like he got another little bit of Michelangelo to discover each day, starting on that day he’d popped up from the manhole, he was always finding more and more to… to… Well. To fall in love with. “I’m sorry you didn’t get to come out to your dad, Mikester,” Woody tells him, squeezing his hands best he can. Mike squeezes them back. “It’s alright,” he tells him, and the way he says it, it sounds like it might just be. “I might not ever be super sure what would have happened but I know that he loved me. Like Leo and Raph and Dee love me.” He sniffs again. “Kinda like–” “Like I do.” Woody says suddenly. If the city could be still for even a second, now was that second; long and drawn out and perhaps the longest second ever before Mikey is laughing – snort laughing! He tips his head back and squeezes his eyes shut and doesn’t let Woody go.

“Yeah,” he says. “Me too. With you.” Woody exhales, all shaky and wobbly and a teeny bit scared still because there’s still the middle school version of him deep down in his soul feeling the heat from the stage lights and the sound of a crowd too big for him to bear. But here on the rooftop, it’s just them. It’s just him and this wild ninja turtle he never wants to let go of. So when Mikey rushes forward and plants a chaste, nervous kiss on his lips, eyes still tightly closed when he pulls away, Woody just laughs. “Don’t laugh at me,” Mikey says with a pout, refusing to open his eyes still. And Woody only untangles their fingers to cup at his face, thumb slipping beneath his mask to pull them together again, their center of gravity becoming one as he kisses him back, longer, sweeter – a little braver this time. “That better?” Woody says as they pull away. Mikey has finally found the courage to open his eyes. He’s beaming like he’s going to split his whole face in half, and he hums. “Uh huh,” Mike tells him. “Least we can skip the awkward conversation with my bros. They already think we’re dating.” Woody laughs loudly, and so does Mikey, both their joy traveling across the rooftops of the city around them. And later when Woody returns home with the taste of Mikey’s lips on his still (jellybeans and milkshakes) he calls out to Angel who’s dozing off on the couch, “Chute’s working, by the way.” She gives him a wordless thumbs up. Later when he goes to bed, not before sending off a text to Mike, he wonders if perhaps Angel’s metaphor was just another one of her well hidden crude euphemisms, but he quickly realizes he doesn’t quite care. He fell. And Mikey had fallen with him. 

[slothydaydreamer]

We’ve all heard of the shrimp pose, but what is THIS?

Literally a real life rendition of me and my cat while making this drawing.

[cheerstotheelites-if]

Super excited for all your wips! 👀👀

How do you render your drawings they look so cool!

*SWEATS* Mamser, I literally have no idea what I even do while I make art—

My rendering isn't that grand nor complex (and I don't think there is any rendering. They're mostly all just flats with barely any shading or lightning with this cartoony-anime mixed style), compared to other authors who also draw their character portraits for their IF's.

It's simple and workable, like my artstyle, and I don't think it'll get more complicated than that! If it works for me, then it works.

I don't have any big brain wisdom I can impart on you or for any other budding artists, because I'm no professional and is merely self taught, but I may have some personal ones:

Steal like an artist. Find something in someone else's artstyle that you really like and adapt that to your own! Artstyles are a personal mishmash of the artists you look up to, and not all are the same even if you and someone else may have the same artistic idols. This is different from tracing, however. I DO NOT encourage tracing over someone else's work and claiming it as your own. That is stealing, you utter criminal, and I will dropkick you if you do that.

Practice. Old wisdom, but it works and it's true. You don't become Bob Ross or Leonardo Da Vinci in a day after all. It's a struggle and it'll be frustrating, but I promise once you learn to draw the thing you finally want to draw, the high from reaching that achievement is absolutely real and so, so worth it.

References. If you think you can draw a sitting position freestyle from your brain, you're wrong, because when you look at a reference of that then at your sketch, you're gonna see a lot of mistakes in the anatomy, poses, perspective etc,. So, please, stockpile your references for every possible thing that you'll be drawing, because you'll absolutely need them.

Have fun. As artists we tend to compare our work to those who we think are better in the craft, when in reality we all are just trying to get better in what we do. Look, it doesn't matter if a 3 year old can recreate Mona Lisa in perfect detail, if you enjoy doing your work then that's already enough. I prefer to see "better" artists as inspirations to try and achieve more, not as some unachievable pedestal. You can achieve that too! May not be as quick as the rest, but you will get there in your own pace. Art is a journey, not a race. Take your time, learn what you want to learn, and have fun!

Experiment. You gotta if you wanna find out what stuff sticks with you and what doesn't. It also helps you find out a technique you might like for sketching, lineart, coloring etc., or if you just wanna get the hang of something first! OR if you wanna try out a new artstyle! Art is a science, in a way. A wonderful alchemy of color, wrist pains, and shrimp posture!

Also thank you for showing excitement for my WIPs, anon! I'm trying me best to work on all of them. You get a mwah from me. 😭💙💙💙

Free art from L? How scandalous! This is also just an excuse for me to ramble about my other characters amongst my 200+ bucket of them.

Some of these are old, but I just wanna share 'em for the funsies.

And, yes, the light blue haired, dark blue eyed lady in black and glasses and guy in a green parka with a resting bitch face are Carmen and Everest, Ophelia's older siblings. I also have Weylyn's older siblings, Bleddyn and Riekka, but I plan on reworking their design first. Why do I have so many redesign plans for so many characters.

1. Random character I drew for Religions Class last semester. I loved her design, so I kept her. No name yet, sadly 😭

2. Rival Agent Team in The Company. No names yet, though purple haired gal is named Agent Carrion. All of the designs and colors were from picrews, I just changed whatever was needed to suit my own preferences.

3. Lucian and Louise Dagohoy doing a clothes swap (2020). They're siblings I love dearly. They'll show up in an IF soon. I have big plans for them.

4. Carmen and Everest. Had this for months now, and I had no idea when to show it. Might refine their design a bit when I have the time.

5. Mint. Yes, her name is Mint. Not a Familiar, but a different kind of Fae entirely. Did this on my phone in 2019(?). I was bored at the time, and wanted to do a simple doodle, so I drew Mint about to eat a carrot.

6. - 7. MSPaint doodles from 2021, during a boring class if I remember. First one's Quentin the Monarch Fae king because it's been a while since I drew that man, then Louise. She's usually drawn happy all the time, but I wanted to make her sad, so I did. Not that hard to draw on MSPaint, really. Great for lineless practice because there are no layers.

8. - 10. Raphael, Gabriel and Michael Zealon. A pair of twins and an older brother. They have the old designs of High Court Angels (this was 2021), and their conversation was based on a tweet I saw on Twitter. Don't ask why. I'm too sleep deprived to answer.

And if you're wondering what art program I use, I either use MSPaint (when I'm bored) or FireAlpaca (for most of my works). The drawing tablet I use is a Huion H430p. It's smaller compared to the normal drawing tablet (H640p) of Huion, and it's as big as a standard notebook.

I would add 20 more art if I were on my laptop right now (and also because most of my art is stored there), but that'll be all for now.

[thecpdiary]

Nutrition Tips to Take Away in 2024

If you're aiming to improve your eating habits, summer is an ideal time to start. Farmers' markets overflow with fresh fruits and vegetables, barbecues are in full operation, picnic baskets are being filled, and the more relaxed rhythm of school pickups provides ample opportunity for leisurely cooking and enjoying meals outdoors with friends. The following nutrition insights should be considered:

Consider the Mediterranean Diet

The Mediterranean eating pattern, advertised by nutrition specialists, incorporates decades of research supporting its health benefits. These include lower risks of cardiovascular diseases, Type 2 diabetes, cognitive decline and certain cancers. The beauty of it lies in its flexibility; it doesn’t involve calorie counting or food restrictions.

Avocados are indeed nutritious

Whether enhancing a grain bowl or elevating a salad, avocados pack a nutritional punch. They contain heart-healthy fats, fiber, vitamin E (crucial for skin health) and potassium (beneficial for blood pressure). If you haven't yet added avocados to your meals, well now is probably the time.

A daily glass of wine isn't a health guarantee

For years, many believed that drinking a glass or two of red wine daily had heart-health benefits. However, recent research indicates that the potential risks associated with alcohol consumption, including red wine, may outweigh any health advantages. Don’t buy into the morning caffeine delay myth

Some influencers suggest that waiting an hour or two into the day before having caffeine can promote a more natural waking process and reduce an afternoon crash. However, experts say that there is little scientific support for this claim,and for those in specific jobs, delaying caffeine can even pose certain risks.

Cutting back on sodium is beneficial for most people

There has been a debate over the past few decades regarding how much sodium is too much. Recent studies confirm that many individuals in the U.S. consume significantly more sodium than recommended levels. Monitoring intake, aiming for a maximum of 2,300 milligrams per day, is especially wise for those with high blood pressure or concerns about heart health. Shrimp is popular, but sourcing it healthily can be tricky

From a nutritional standpoint, shrimp is a good option: it's high in protein, calcium, and vitamin B12 while being low in harmful saturated fats. However, both farmed and wild-caught shrimp can have environmental and human rights concerns, and some imported varieties have been found to contain prohibited substances such as banned antibiotics. We have guidance on choosing the healthiest and most sustainable shrimp options. Apple cider vinegar may have some benefits, but it's not a miracle cure

Social media promotes a plethora of health claims surrounding apple cider vinegar — from settling stomachs and lowering blood sugar, to clearing acne and helping in weight loss. While most of these claims lack scientific backing, certain studies suggest that apple cider vinegar might have some real benefits. Diet can be as crucial as medication when managing IBS

Irritable bowel syndrome (IBS) is a common and often painful condition characterised by symptoms such as bloating, abdominal pain, diarrhoea and constipation. The low-FODMAP diet is often considered an effective treatment and involves temporarily eliminating high-FODMAP foods such as wheat products, legumes, certain nuts, some sweeteners, most dairy, and specific fruits and vegetables. You don't need to drink excessive amounts of water daily for hydration

Hydration bottles may be popular, but experts claim you don’t need to constantly gulp down water throughout the day. Your hydration needs can vary based on activity level, temperature, age and several other factors. Experts provide tips on how to assess if you’re staying adequately hydrated. Concerns about ultra-processed foods are growing

Many recent studies have highlighted the risks associated with consuming ultra-processed foods – including sugary snacks, processed meats, salty chips and pre-packaged meals. These foods have been linked to an increased risk of various health problems such as heart disease, Type 2 diabetes, obesity and certain gastrointestinal disorders. While research is ongoing to discern the direct effects of ultra-processed foods on health, experts generally advise cutting back on these items whenever possible. (Source: supremhealth.com)

For more relatable, inspirational and lifestyle blogs, please check out my site https://www.thecpdiary.com

[elsa-fogen]

Alastor drwing

so i made a post with my headcanon about Alastor and his drwings...

Great Alastor, the Prophet. He's so proud of himself, look at him

Hazbins and Alastor's drawings. Also Alastor has a shrimp drawing pose

Niffty's getting illustration for her action nc-21 fanfiction from her favorite artist - this girl is now in heaven, and she didn't even need redemption

Find yourself someone who will react on your art the same way Niffty's reacting in Alastor's art...

The real reason why Alastor used to be friends with Vox - tv man liked his drawings.

And this is why their friendship ended - weird, obscure and sometimes fetish requests from Vox... And maybe some other reasons, but it's not about those now

[ashu-digiroads-01]

Digital Transformation: Shaping the Future of Asia-Pacific Shrimp Trade

Introduction:

The Asia-Pacific region has long been a hub for the shrimp trade, with countries like India, China, Thailand, Indonesia, and Vietnam leading the production and export market. However, as global demands evolve and consumer preferences change, the industry faces challenges that demand innovative solutions. Enter digital transformation – a phenomenon revolutionizing the way businesses operate across various sectors, including the shrimp trade. In this blog post, we'll explore how digital transformation is reshaping the Asia-Pacific shrimp market, driving efficiency, sustainability, and competitiveness.

The Current Landscape of the Asia-Pacific Shrimp Market:

Before delving into the impact of digital transformation, it's crucial to understand the current dynamics of the Asia-Pacific shrimp market. The region dominates both shrimp production and export, accounting for a significant portion of the global supply. Countries like India and Indonesia are major players, leveraging their geographical advantages and aquaculture expertise to meet international demand.

Challenges Faced by the Industry:

Despite its prominence, the Asia-Pacific shrimp market faces several challenges. These include environmental concerns, disease outbreaks, fluctuating market prices, and supply chain inefficiencies. Additionally, evolving consumer preferences towards sustainably sourced seafood and the need for greater transparency pose additional hurdles for traditional shrimp producers.

Digital Transformation in the Shrimp Trade:

Digital transformation offers a pathway to address these challenges and unlock new opportunities for growth. Here's how:

Precision Aquaculture:

Digital technologies such as IoT sensors, data analytics, and AI are revolutionizing shrimp farming practices. Farmers can now monitor water quality, feed consumption, and shrimp health in real-time, allowing for proactive management and optimized production. This precision aquaculture not only enhances productivity but also reduces environmental impact by minimizing resource wastage.

Blockchain for Traceability:

Concerns over food safety and sustainability have led to increased demand for transparent supply chains. Blockchain technology enables end-to-end traceability, allowing consumers to track the journey of their shrimp from farm to fork. By providing immutable records of production, processing, and distribution, blockchain instills trust and confidence in the product's quality and origin.

E-Commerce Platforms:

Digital platforms have democratized trade, enabling shrimp producers to access global markets directly. E-commerce platforms connect buyers and sellers, eliminating intermediaries and streamlining transactions. This direct-to-consumer approach empowers small-scale producers, fosters price transparency, and enhances market access, particularly for niche or premium shrimp products.

Data-Driven Decision Making:

Data analytics plays a pivotal role in optimizing operations and predicting market trends. By harnessing big data, stakeholders can gain valuable insights into consumer preferences, price fluctuations, and supply chain dynamics. This enables informed decision-making, allowing businesses to adapt to market changes swiftly and stay ahead of the competition.

Sustainability Initiatives:

Digital transformation facilitates sustainability initiatives across the shrimp value chain. From resource management to waste reduction, technology-driven solutions promote environmentally friendly practices. For instance, AI-powered algorithms can optimize feed formulations, minimizing waste and mitigating environmental impact. Similarly, satellite imagery and remote sensing help monitor coastal ecosystems and detect illegal fishing activities, safeguarding marine biodiversity.

Conclusion:

The Asia-Pacific shrimp market stands at the precipice of transformation, driven by digital innovation. By embracing technologies like precision aquaculture, blockchain, e-commerce, data analytics, and sustainability initiatives, stakeholders can overcome existing challenges and capitalize on emerging opportunities. Digital transformation not only enhances operational efficiency and market competitiveness but also fosters sustainability and transparency, ensuring a brighter future for the Asia-Pacific shrimp trade.

As the industry continues to evolve, collaboration between governments, businesses, and technology providers will be essential in realizing the full potential of digital transformation and shaping the future of the Asia-Pacific shrimp market.

[only-lonely-lovers]

09.01.2022

tags: drinking, pantomime, roleplay (pretending to be a girl), deepthroating an object

notes: brief continuation of sake prompt

Bird is あ / Avvy is つ

あ：Bird likes sake RP, it's like a fun set-up, I think also in general we were having a week where we were really thinking about, like, what it would mean to grow up with Amane, so we were thinking about 100 little dumb instances of the twins being goons, it was fun. Ah but every now and then I go back and like re-roll events

And this time I ended up thinking about, like, Amane staying fixated on the bottle as a proxy to demonstrate things like fingering/jerking off on, so. He continues to subject Tsukasa to stuff, kind of delighted in his own deduction that Tsukasa leans towards "the girl" role… but [frowns] its like. I'm your vile brother… so I really move you around and settle you onto your knees and hold your jaw.. and then like start sliding mouth of bottle in and out of your mouth. But like gets horny watching the simple bobbing/sucking and using own hands to guide the bottle. [stares at this…] Just get too into directing this.

ehmm in a similar vein, being so [claps hands] excited when Tsukasa is doing his spot-on mimicking of Hot Girl posing and dialogue that he's like. an idiot just feeding Tsukasa things to say and being like, now do this pose. Ahh ah… now like this… oh stretch all out…. start acting like you're going to unbutton your shirt. Now say…. like.. kid at a candy shop.. ITS CRUDE… but the way Tsukasa could feel so ////////// to have that much instruction and pointed attention. like ah i think Tsukasa's brain is kinder and is just happy to be guided, directed, eyes on him the whole time

つ：feel like center of attention……. ahhh I'm catching the shrimp so good…. wow…

あ：it's like an instance where inebriated Amane is stupid and can't think beyond like proxies so he's like hrgh…. [finally steam coming off his brain…] i w.. i want… [holds… bottle over his. like crotch.] [as if this is like BIG BRAIN PROBLEM SOLVING SOMETHING…] but like. this only makes it 'worse'

and its lke g.fd hg. [stupid] wish i could. come. through it ? fdkgh f

つ：oh missing the important part still. can't connect that he simply wants to do a sex with tsukasa. instead its like mnrgh wish i was this bottle lucky bottle rn…

あ：staring at it like ugh…

つ：putting it between thighs but sortof frustratedly. like already knows this isn't right. brain is, popping crudely. mngrgh..

あ：like no thats not…

つ：tsukasa is simply like. it is fun to mouth things i like the bottle feeling

あ：The glass, fun

つ：amane looks sortof frustrated i wonder why. maybe its hard to hold the bottle still

あ：It's a special night for Tsukasa it's like if Amane suddenly got real excited when you chewed on paper Doing your weird shit like always… in a sense

つ：[tsukasa's teeth clink on the bottle briefly] [amane's crazy porno world cumbrain compulsively] honey you've gotta keep your teeth offa it be cccaaarefulllllll [gets sick] mrngh

あ：Truly this braindead yeah

つ：[horny suddenly for instructing specifically a dumb, clueless girl] you dunno anything ddo youuu… its okei I am patient❤️ itsz still good… even… if you mess up a little

tsukasa, earnestly in his brain: that's really nice to hear! i will definitely mess up so thats nice of Amane he really is patient

あ：He understands I don't know much Ah, he's petting me… Receiving this all as sincerely as possible

Amane is really like horse trying to eat a picture of oats in a sense. it's like [wraps my hand around the neck of bottle.] [i stroke it.] [my brain goes woo yeah like against her mouth….] [my COCK still SEALED AGAINST ME just HURTS] [frustrated]

Yyou want to make me feel good right. [TSUKASA NODDING AS URGENTLY AS POSSIBLE.] ookay . so do it faster. [IT WONT HELP.]

つ：omggg really like doing mroe to the poster this is getting confused about the picture of oats. tsukasa is simply dutifully keeping the pace… masterfully, perhaps

あ：Given the circumstances, its unfathomably elegant Not put off by the strangeness of it all. just taking to all instruction. Keep my spine all curved

つ：amane, dumbly: [pushes it in further, experimentally. watches tsukasa flinch a tiny bit, as its pushing it….) ccan you feel it. at the back of your throat. (OW) tsukasa nods, but carefully, bc. there's a thing. at his throat entrance. trying very hard to balance thsi treat on nose and not. gag

its like ah now its like an endurance sort of game…. i'm definitely not supposed to throw up

あ：Serious stuff. Amane is really inventing new games Tsukasa the guy who would find it interesting to light sparklers inside your body though It's just like: I'm down The body can provide us unique fun Really aware my throat rn

つ：indeed. he's… like built to see things as fun, physically.. like to put things in mouth, like to swallow odd things, like to fool around amane is so fixated, its interesting, its usually just him….

あ：He's not usually so encouraging, or an active participant.. let alone the praise, the ah, excitement

つ：you're often on your own putting whatever in your mouth or amane is pulling something away at risk of you swallowing it…suddenly amane is pushing something at your throat….??

あ：Tsukasa's elegance is to contrast the sheer stupid caveman horny that Amane is here

i hate it but he would just be horny about pushing it in deep. but this scenario in general in my head has been so 😑…. Salivating about the visuals. use own hand to grab tsukasa's hair or something and be like hough….

つ：oh he's the way he is…. I imagine once he can feel it becoming a bit of a struggle for tsukasa it activates the (somewhat condescending) caretaker gland which is also: exciting sexually. he hasn't thought hard about specific types of girls or anything….

now, indulging this idea of a… dumb, inexperienced… girl who takes well to being spoken down to, who won't get offended or balk

its like.. yeah i dont want her to…. like get mad…. no she should like it being pet… and encouraged… yessss…. while flinching and beginning to squint eyes with effort

あ：One that you can pity, ohh look at her do her best, aww… There there.. You look good like this

つ：tsukasa finally hits a moment trying to inhale thru throat compulsively and winds up coughing around the bottle, teeth clinking all around it briefly… grab his jaw gently and hold him away from it for a minute while he gets it all out, kaff kaff. eyes tearing… merng OWWWW… thinks amane. ouhg hurt me… in brain and pp

あ：[Amane just strokes jaw with thumb. really admires any errant ropes of spit… its thick…] ah but after a moment just saying, That was good for your first try. But ah, lil more… c'mon. For me?❤️ [wiggles bottle] You can do that, can't you?

つ：IS EXCITED HE DID NOT RUIN IT!!!! AH thought i was going to get called gross….!! feeling so gross and spitty woop… wow amane is being ssso fun right now… wag wag it feels good to drool all over hehe… if amane doesn't hate it, then its fun too…..

あ：Wouldn't be expecting him to touch it...!

つ：[losing RP for a moment, breaking character briefly in excitement at still playing] I can do anything you want! [catches self! uhm… swallows and talks quieter] anything….. [forgot how the girl voice went briefly in joyous idiocy]

あ：What you cannot understand is it just makes Amane hornier. Like ooh. [actually speaking aloud] You really would, wouldn't you? Hahahaha

it would be hot if a girl couldnt even contain herself. over wanting to suck dick. ahhh. who would want anything less

つ：mmm anything aaahhhh mmm nice to hear. roll that around inside brain tsukasa simply nods in reply mhmhmhm….. (indeed, anything!)

あ：It really simmers Amane's brain. ahh the ego.

[yunnathearcher]

Kisses in the street. Touching you like you belong to me. But you don’t. Letting go. There’s things to do. Living a real life. One that’s not reliant upon if I get it right the first try. Needing at least one day of full solitude before doing the office thing. My wish is granted. 5 years today. Time flies. Free bird, responsible and wise. Mon.

Straight to the bed, curled up nice & cozy. Just like a baby. Feeling the cold of autumn set in, feeling myself soften and become more tender too. Change on my mind today. Considering where I want all this to go. Realizing right now is all that really matters. Open up some, let go some more. ☾

Waking up to the chirp of the alarm. Cold air seeping through the walls, the windows, into my bones. Don’t wanna put on clothes, wishing I could just stay at home. Noticing my lips in revolved lunge pose. Close my eyes tight enough and I can hear the waves sloshing, pushing against the shore. What did you really want my email for? Tues.

52°? Come on now. I was just blowing the AC the other day. It’s cool. Pull out the Vegas jacket. First day back in office. It’s been awhile. I’m missing Ra by mid afternoon. Hands cold late into the evening. Thoughts very deep. Looking forward to early morning workouts, coffee, movement. ♂

Too cold + the lawn care people and all the commotion is blowing me. More sirens in the distance. Deep eye contact as I pluck the cold out of my lashes. My attitude leaves a bit to be desired but I’m awake and I’m well so fuck it we write. Wed.

Ms. Hurricane Helene doing numbers on the workload. Saying that Mother Earth is fed up of us is an understatement. I’m tired too girl. Yawning. 3PM coffees. Disengaged. Somehow I make it through. At home I crawl into the bed, naked and completely zapped. Hybrid week and a full moon? Too much, too soon. For my body and mind. Exhaustive energies aside, life is fine. Immense gratitude. ☿

Full moon. Fire back in the sky. Bringing in more energy, spiritually, collectively. I’ve been a sleepy Yunna most of the week. Convos about preferences. Reiterating that love cannot be bought or earned, it is given freely or it is not love. Living a life based on others expectations is not a life worth living. Sovereignty. Thurs.

Immersive trips on the peloton. Easing back into strength training. Not attached to any labels, not internalizing any of the bs things people attempt to project onto me. I’m just me. It’s not that I’m nonverbal, I just speak when I feel moved to genuinely speak. Playing with words creates bad spells. But to keep it a buck I just communicate differently. All of us are always telling a story, through several different modes of expression. I just choose the mediums that feel right to me. I have a long and drawn out affair with words and no we don’t always see eye to eye but I love them and I cherish them. Deeply, devoutly, dearly. Also psychic energy is very potent, some hear me loud and clear without a word ever being spoken. ♃

Taut quads, soft hammies, planning out adventures while my body is wrapped up in the sheets. Again, cozy. Yin yoga. Iron man. Hard brown nipple kissed by the wind. Happy. Open. Free. Creative imaginings peaking. Clinging to nothing and no one. Just letting everything exist exactly how it is. Love. Loving. Lovely. Love me? Shit yeah. Fri.

Late night. Lots of thoughts. Blackened chicken and shrimp salad. Theology and conflicting emotions. There’s a lot that goes into it. Our backgrounds, how we were raised, the different ways we see things. Still. These emotions seep through. Unable to make sense of them. Just me and the veil, seeing through you. ♀

Mood swings at the top of it. It takes awhile for me to get settled and reach the shore. And even when I do, I feel heavy behind the eyes. Memories floating up from underneath, catching me off guard, trying to pull me backwards. I don’t let them. I anchor down. I push forward. I move. I keep my eyes and my heart open and I choose love. Sat.

Heavy waves through the day. Reflective. Responsive. Also outside. Feeling the flow, choosing the flow, allowing everything to flow effortlessly. Trusting my natural response to the environment, to people, to sparked points of interest. Back up to 3 sets, lifting heavy. Casual socializing through the day. Vivid trips down memory lane. Then boom. More ideas. Then boom. Visualizing & planning. Then boom. Retail therapy. Evening car rides with the bass thumping. What a week. ♄

And on ☉day she ebbed, she flowed, she rested.

[haruakotranslations]

Dried Shrimp Yumigeta Ako (23.11.02)

Good evening🌝

I'm Yumigeta Ako🛑

Thank you very much for your comments yesterday！

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Today！

I went to the Gaokki Café☕✧

Yaーy✌️

I made the effort to wear red clothes too❤️

I wanted to ask this earlier but do you know what flavour my churro isー？？？？？

When I first saw my churro、I was like 「？！？！」。

I thought it'd be cherry or apple or somethingー But actually…

It's fried shrimp flavour🦐

You must be thinking Huh？、that's what you're thinking right‼️

That's what I thought at first too！

The other members's are like desserts but mine is shrimp flavoured！

Plus it's not just the toppings that are flavoured but there's shirmp in the churro too🦐

It's the kind of flavour you totally wouldn't expect、but I tried it！

It was super delicious！！！！！！！

Like、so delicious you need to try it to believe it❗️

I ate Oda-san's and mine！

Each members' is a totally different flavour、

Mine doesn't smell like shrimp but it's still really flavourful‼️

Oda-san's toppings were sweet so it was totally sweet and amazing〜💜

I recommend Oda-san's to people with a sweet tooth！

But conversely if you don't particularly like sweets please get Yumigeta Ako、Yumigeta Ako❗️

Now for a behind the scenes story💜

All the other members have chocolate and stuff so I was wondering why I had shrimp、and someone told me the reason！

I was shocked…

It's because 「I'm from Shizuoka」‼️‼️

Isn't that amazing？！？！？！？！

As soon as they told me I was like 「Ahー！！！」 and I totally understood！

Like sakura shrimp、that was the thought process…

And、the members' Gaokki's poses were mostly like 「They're trying to represent 〇〇…？」、which I really loved！

In the main Gaokki illustration、

Oda-san is hugging a red strawberry so it's like she's hugging me！I'm so happy！

Plus the food was of such high quality…❗️

It looks cute in the photos but it's just soーo cute in real life💕

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Everyone、please be sure to come by and hang out…❤️

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Well then it's time for today's 【Gettaa Life】✨

Today…

I ate a meat bun from the convenience store for the first time in a whileー‼️

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Obviously… It was delicious！

...

So today I have a fun fact about meat buns💡

It's about the difference between pork buns and meat buns…

They're the same thing！

You may be like well duh、

But isn't it strange that they have different names…？？？？？

Yumigeta has looked it up before❗️

And basically、there isn't one clear reason but the most common explanation is、

In Kansai、they mainly mean 「beef」 when they use the word meat‼️

So to avoid confusion they started calling the others 「Pork buns」 and the name stuck😀

But some convenience stores sell both 「Pork buns」 and 「Meat buns」 as separate products、so I guess it's changing as time goes on〜

That's my fun fact‼️

Since it's getting cold now I think we'll have more opportunities to buy meat buns on my way home！

And when you do、if both 「Pork buns」 and 「Meat buns」 are being sold、you shouldn't be confused！

So don't forget this information〜！

I Getted 「A fun fact for winter」✨

That's all！This has been 【Gettaa Life】！

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Tomorrow is Yokohamaーーーーーーー

My first Pacifico ahhh

Pacifico is super big right、

I'm simply really nervous

But I bet that large venues make you all nervous too！Maybe！

I felt super nervous watching my senpai at our Nippon Budokan performanceー So I get it！That feeling！

Let's all do our best！

Well then I'll see you tomorrow！

This has been YumiGettaa Ako！Good night🐙🐙🐙