#hides my face in my hands

[rowavolo]

tjis old man has me in a chokehold i dont know if i can do it any more ..

#general barks #sorry 4 neglecting asks. anyways new blorbo(s) dropped. #WELT YANG.... WELT YANG I LVOE YOU .... HES SO ... #i have such a crush on him he wld never even LOOK at me #hides my face in my hands #IVE ASSIGNED US ALBUMS.... LIKE... #IT HIT SO HARD . LIKE TRUCK. IM DEAD. IM SLAIN

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

Do you think in-universe that there's actual pokemon levels? If so, how do they measure it? And if not, how do they keep things like the battle facilities level-capped? I remember you mentioning before that you think battles are largely for show, and that in gym battles the leaders/trainers will basically "fight down" to whatever predetermined strength level they've trained their pokemon to fight at depending on how many badges a person has. And that basically they're not actually "fainting" from some kid's baby pokemon, they just have a set amount of damage they can take before they concede the win. Assuming I'm remembering correctly anyway.

But like... are those standards just arbitrary? I assume the various Leagues have rules about that kinda thing, so their gym leaders and Elite Four/Champions are trained rigorously (gym leaders more so, I think, because they'd have to learn eight different levels of difficulty by heart, whereas the Four and Champion only need to abide by one difficulty level). But in a battle facility or tournament, you're not just limiting what your pokemon are allowed to do, you're also somehow making sure that your opponents are doing the same, at the exact same difficulty level. If there were actual levels I think that'd be easier (although I'm still not sure of the actual mechanics of how it'd force them down to level 50 or whatever), but if there's no levels and it's all arbitrary, then literally how would they even tell or enforce it?

Or is this the kinda thing that's just me entirely overthinking video game mechanics that have no logical or reasonable in-universe explanation. Because maybe it's just because it's really late here, but I'm drawing a blank. Although, I guess the pokemon universe does have some mind-bogglingly advanced tech that would in no way work in ours, like Bill's machine that turned him into a clefairy or a functional doomsday device 4,000 years before the modern era or even just the PC system as a whole, so I guess if there are levels it'd make sense that there was some kind of tech that could measure and suppress them?

oooh, really tough question.

so your first paragraph summary is basically right lol—what makes most sense to me is if pokemon battles are like, for show, or honor duel type things, where they're—generally speaking—stopped long before the point where either party would do lasting harm to the other. (there are exceptions, like in the case of frenzied alphas or other certain wild battles, but usually if it's not a scenario that is legitimately life or death, they're not gonna fight like it is.) it's just a matter of demonstrating that one is stronger, and their opponent conceding. & yeah, the corollary that goes along with that is that gym leaders and other high level fighters really are, as they rightly should be, much more powerful at a baseline than you are when you fight them—but to make the fight fairer, they'll try to match strengths with you.

levels though. yeah, it's kind of a toughie. even if you don't assume the above, levels are kind of tough to make coherent in-universe. this might just be one of those situations where game mechanics sort of run up against inworld depiction, yeah, like when an npc tells you to press the B button to run? or the apparent metaphysical law of reality preventing anyone from having more than 6 pokemon on their team at once. it might be that in reality, "strength levels" (inc. not just xp levels but also EVs/IVs and that kind of thing, since some trainers (ingo again) have also shown that they can modulate those) are just sort of a thing a high-level trainer and their team gets a general feel for as they advance, and then maybe they have to do some extra training to actually do the moderation, but the general sense for different strength levels is already there. like, maybe it's not as granular as "okay, now be level 37," it's just "yeah put in like... 40% of your normal effort. great."

but then yeah, the idea that there's no hard and fast rule for it makes stuff like the battle subway kind of hard to explain. since like, there's no way to actually stop someone from cheating and going over 50, and if they do there's no actual Numbers for them to point to and say "no, you've gotta take it back a bit." they can only rely on vibes to determine whether someone isn't strength scaling appropriately? that seems like they wouldn't be a fan of that.

on the other hand i do love the idea that modern day pokemon people have invented some kind of machine that can just scan your pokemon and output a bunch of numerical summaries of their general stats. ooh, maybe that's one of the things a pokemon center machine is doing when you heal, it's giving them a lil blip and updating their info chip in the pokeball-or-however-it-works with their latest info. if it was anything that was actually enforcing a level standard i think it would have to be based around that, since modern pokemon are at least partially data based and i think it would make some kind of sense to be able to sort of. put checks on that data.

alternately, there's no actual physical limitations, it's just that if you try that you will be kicked out of whatever you're participating in. and there would probably be like, sports news drama about it, depending on whether you were participating in some kind of tournament. so people generally don't bc the payoffs of winning once aren't worth it when it's so immediately obvious to everyone that they're breaking the rules. (there could even be some kind of like, known scammer's/cheater's art of trying to just barely toe the line of "rule-breakingly strong" without anyone being able to strictly prove it and punish them for it. but for the most part that's more investment than people want to do for not a lot of gain, it's easier to just fight normally)

...but then the thing you always circle back around to when talking abt this is like. from the battle subway forwards, you're not just going down to 50, they can make you go up to 50 too. which is like, how the fuck, even. how are they juicing the fuck out of my level 20 starter to make them match with everyone else. which is why i feel like there might not be any physical in-world numbers about it, and it's just a matter of it being accepted that both opponents should play down to whatever the weakest party member is, and 50 happens to be the standard level the games represent that as for ease of calculation.

-ok wait a second i just went to check and according to bulba in post-bw games, like in the battle maison and further, they stop doing that scale-up-to-50 thing. it's just the fucking battle subway that does that?? hi?? hello?? out of universe i guess this makes sense from a gameplay perspective, since they're a much earlier-game and generally more accessible facility than other regions, so it's actually unlikely that a player would have a level 50 team when first boarding. in-universe, though?? what the hell are you guys doing over there???

#the nemesis speaks #the nemesis answers #anonymous #fuck i know i just threw it in there at the end of a really long ramble but can we talk about that #the level 50 thing. can we talk about it actually. #like you're telling me that other facilities just DON'T. DO THAT. #it's just them. being outliers?? #but that's also the implication to me that like #most of these facilities are like. aggressively high end competitive things #for people who could at least challenge MOST of their region's gyms. and generally they're postgame areas #but the battle subway was like fuck that. do you have a pokemon? you're golden hop on board #what if the lil preschoolers that fight you on the subway really are just like. #kids on their way home from school hopping on the train with their level 10 partners for fun #hides my face in my hands #AND THEN BULBA WENT OFFLINE SO NOW I CAN'T FACT CHECK ANY OF THIS FURTHER #live with it #oh shit almost forgot #pla analysis #ah yes. because this involves pla so heavily (that's just my general pkm analysis tag atp)

[wigmonster]

i am desperate to touch him again. okay

#txt #personal #hides my face in my hands #i just want to havw him in my arms one more time #and well a lot more times than that #but you know what i mean #feel his skin against mine #i liked running my fingernails up and down his back he liked that too #i got really close to falling asleep in his arms #there is a great beast inside my heart

[titters-and-tingles]

I keep starting little tickle oneshots for rottmnt, getting embarrassed in the middle and stopping :(

#hides my face in my hands #sfw tickling community

[agonizedembrace]

wow look at the time, gotta exit stage left —

#» time to roll the dice ( ooc ) #HIDES MY FACE IN MY HANDS

[beast-feast]

Oh i know what I can do with the hedgehog litter but if I explained I'd be crucified

#not art #hides my face in my hands

[solargeist]

he visited her while she was in practice, so workout clothes/no makeup, but excited to see him !!!!

#my art #grumbo #ariana griande #hermitshipping #cw suggestive #it wasnt intended to be. but here we are. #their height difference is too much. have to throw mumbo on the floor #she tackled him. thats the context #she was originally holding his face but i liked how i drew his face too much to hide it behind badly drawn hands

[ibrithir-was-here]

Sooo I wrote a…weird little thing, a certain comic by @mayhemchicken-artblog got my creative juices percolating and under the press of staying up far too late for several days this came to fruition, enjoy!

The Eye of the Beholder

Link to the Comic

#my art #reincarnation #comics #tpodg #the picture of dorian gray #basil hallward #(why did he reincarnate as a girl with Dorian’s face? #cuz that was how the mad idea came to me at 2am #plus it’s easier to hide the ‘birthmarks’ with long flowing locks #my brain is weird ) #lord henry wotton #dorian gray #gothic literature #really the thought I had here was basically #man it would be so messed up to be haunting the body of the person who murdered you #especially if you loved them #and I think Basil deserves both a second chance and to get to be actually upset about that betrayal #even if as Rosemary she can’t really remember it #but also this is gothic fiction nobody just gets handed a happy ending you gotta work through stuff #sorry hon #tw body dysmorphia #tw stab wound #Rosemary is for Remembrance

[birdcagcd]

it’s sinday I want to be nasty but . shy

#ooc. you crave the applause; yet hate the attention. #hides my face in my hands

[ineffectualbookseller]

The way Azirphale is underestimated and practically infantalized by heaven is so closely tied to his femininity and I think we should talk about it more because I just want to shout about how relatable the way he's treated in his workplace is as a woman working in a traditionally male field

It's in all the little niggling comments from your boss about personal things that hold no bearing on your work

and the assumption that what you're doing must be simple if it was assigned to you

your work is trivialized

and you get these the placating smiles when you're told plans and proposals are rejected and passed over

or when your complaints are dismissed

and you get more of the same from upper management

it all feels so frustrating and draining but you're at work so all you can do is take a breathe put on that mask and move on with your day

It is all so deteimental to your emotional well being and textually, so much of this is tied to Aziraphale's softness, his gayness - his femininity

The thing about working in an environment and gives you this feeling - of being simultaneously destrought watching your belief in yourself get chipped away but also just so irate becuase you know you don't deserve it - is how it builds. It sinks under your skin and feeds into this indignant dejection until you can have a moment of release - but Azirphale doesn't get to bitch about it over drinks with friends, he doesn't get a lunch break where he can go for a walk and listen to an angry scandi death metal playlist, he doesn't even get the chance to cry about it in the bathroom for 5 minutes before confronting it again

(And I talked a little bit about it in the tags of this beautiful photoset but this all comes into play whenever Crowley dismisses his plans or calls him an idiot. These are purely emotional reactions; I really don't think Crowley means much by it - he respects Aziraphale's opinion and genuinely thinks he's brilliant - but Crowley is so quick to use this terminology when Aziraphale is making a decision Crowley thinks is wrong and he doesn't know how much this hurts Aziraphale. Just like Aziraphale doesn't understand the true impact the Fall had on Crowley, Crowley doesn't understand the ways heaven has been tearing away at Aziraphale's self worth)

Aziraphale has been facing this constant drip of denigration since before the beginning of time and has never released the pressure valve. At this point, he's a bomb waiting to go off

#(I want to note that I am coming at this from my personal experience as a woman #but I know femme neurodivergent and disabled folks of all genders face these same issues) #along similar lines I have tons of feelings about how often Aziraphale hides his hands when talking to other angels #to hide his stimming #and look I try not to tie everything back to explaning why Aziraphale ended s2 the way he did but apparently I can't #its just the juiciest character moment to me #also thinking about how angry Crowley was at Gabriel when he was treated like this once #granted shut up and die already IS the worst thing Gabriel has said to Aziraphale but if Crowley knew how much of this was going on... #aziraphale #good omens #go2 spoilers #good omens meta #Thanks to folks who responded to my tags on that post because you really motivated me to find these screen caps #and finish this post which has been sitting in my drafts for ages #also sorry so many of gabriels faces are funny I cant help that jon hamm is comedy gold - i refuse to let it undermine my point

[shima-draws]

Sanji: Honestly, I can't believe you! You have someone as pretty as Boa Hancock obsessing over you and you don't even--

Luffy: Sanji's prettier though

Sanji: I

Sanji: What??

Luffy: I guess Hancock looks nice. For a girl anyway. But Sanji's way, way prettier than she is

Sanji: *squeaks* O-oh

#Imagine the most pathetic warbling little squeak coming out of Sanji's throat. That's his reaction. LMAO #Luffy: Shishishi. Sanji turned BRIGHT red #Sanji blushing to the tips of his ears: Shut up shut up do NOT look at me right now #Everyone fussing over Hancock and how beautiful she is and then Luffy gets angry #Luffy: Sanji's a thousand times more beautiful though!! >:((((( #Sanji: DO YOU *WANT* HER TO KILL ME??? #Luffy: But you are!! :"( #Sanji: I can't. I can't do this I ca #Sanji; hiding his face in his hands: 😳😳😳 #One Piece #Sanlu #Lusan #Sanji #Luffy #Monkey D Luffy #Black Leg Sanji #Shima speaks #Back on my Sanlu silliness 🤪

[rosicheeks]

Him: “how’s my favorite girl?”

Me: …….🥺😳🫣😍🥰😍🥰🥰😍🥰😘🥰🥰😍🥰😘🥰😍🥰😍😘🥰🥰😍😘🥰😍😘🥰😍😘😍🥰😍😍😘

#don’t mind me #just thinking about my future bf/loml #and all the cute things they are going to say to me #to make me swoon and fall head over heels for them #and it’ll be their favorite thing to make me blush #so they’ll always want to outdo themselves #say something a little different and out of the blue to see me go #🥺🫣🫣🫣🫣 #I’ll try to hide my face and they’ll just grab my hand instead #‘you can’t hide your cute face from me’ #‘don’t you know???? you’re mine’ #guys I’m not ok #I’m thinking some super cute thoughts #and I want them now pls 😤 #rosie speaks #also idk if this has been done before so sorry if it has????? #I just really want to be someone’s favorite girl 😤

[sprout-fics]

hey! imagine if Konig could scent Red during her period, like before she even knows about it? And he just goes crazy for her during that time? just a little brainworm :)

~🐸

Monthly snack

(Period sex, cunnilingus, blood, werewolf sex, I can’t believe I’m posting this let alone writing it, wtf is wrong with me for real)

“Please, Schatz.” He begs, head in your lap, arms wrapped around your hips as you perch on the edge of the bed. The glimmering gold of his eyes glints through the shadows of his hood, illuminating the darkened cast of need there. His massive hands knead into your back, cup under your ass, and you can feel the dull prod of his forming claws against his fingertips that will no doubt leave marks across your flesh come morning. 

“I-I want to taste you.” Konig pleads, voice high, keening, whining as he asks once more. “I’ll make it feel good, I…I promise.”

You teeth your lip uncertainly, fingers teasing the worn fabric of his hood between your fingers. It wasn’t that you were opposed, per say, but that the idea of Konig…involving himself in you while you bled was…well, embarrassing.

“It’ll help.” He tries again, voice strained, scooting closer to you. “It’ll make the pain go away. I…I want it.”

You blink then, at the pure desire that colors his voice, choked and needy as he all but throws himself into your lap to beg for it, to taste you despite it all, offering you pleasure like he worships you like an altar of the moon. Konig was always a little too aroused during the full moon, and those nights always ended with you on your back, on your hands and knees, fisting the russet fur of his back and shoulders and crying out for him until your lungs were fit to burst. Echoing his name over and over like an offering to the goddess Selena herself, crying into the night sky.

This. This was different. The need, the hunger in Konig’s eyes was no less rampant, but now it was softer at the edges, deferential as his eyes turned downwards, as he nuzzles into your lap with a bubbling little whine. When you lift his hood you can see his parted lips, can see his fangs just barely poking out from his teeth as they form a single word.

“Please.”

You hold your breath for a moment, feel it curl warm and damp inside your chest as you look down at him, into his glimmering eyes with pupils eclipsing all but a faint ring of gold. Konig’s chest rises unevenly, breathing in stuttering, ragged inhales that tell the tale of a barely restrained lust, a ravenous desire that you think will let him swallow you whole.

When you nod, he surges upwards, knocks teeth against yours in the sudden urge to kiss you. His fangs skim over your lips as you taste his high, cracked whine across your tongue. Yet there’s no time for you to kiss back, to loop your arms around his broad shoulders because suddenly you’re being tipped back, body hitting the soft goosefeather mattress hard enough to force the air from your lungs. 

Konig has your underwear gone by the time you look up, his hood tossed alongside them so you can see his shift beginning to take hold. Large, pointy ears form from the soft, curly bed of his hair, fangs drawing outwards with his elongated muzzle, the hands gripping your thighs shifting, morphing into the monster that had nearly devoured you so many moons ago, and now seems fit to do it again. 

The soft fabric of your skirt puddles around your waist and you yelp as Konig lifts you up with immense, monstrous strength, hauling you up to meet him. Your hips rise high off the bed, the small of your spine barely grazing the sheets as you’re tipped at a severe angle to accommodate his massive size. Your legs fold over his shoulders, the hair tickling the inside of your calves, entrance exposed clearly to his hungry, wolf-ish gaze. 

“Gott im Himmel.” He groans, voice deeper, rougher, a tone no human can muster. “You smell so good, liebling.”

You smell like blood, you think. The scent hangs heavy and iron in the air as you fist the sheets, feeling your face warm to an uncontrollable temperature that sears down your neck, across your shoulders and chest. Quandary colors your expression, and you lift an arm to toss across your face, hiding you from his gaze in your embarrassment. 

“No.” He growls, and there’s the prick of claws against the soft flesh of your thighs. “Look at me. I want to see you, want to see your face while I do this.”

You comply, but your brow is knotted with a mixture of shame and need that spools warm and liquid under his gaze. When you meet his eyes Konig merely growls at the arousal he finds there, pressing his snout against the junction of your thighs and relishing the high, arching gasp that escapes you. 

“K-Konig-” You try, and you aren’t even sure what to ask for. To leave you be? To take you how he wants? Maybe simply to eat you alive.

Yet Konig does exactly that, the warm, broad stripe of his tongue pressing flat against you and you cry out, feel pleasure lace across your hips and dull the bite of cramps that press down on your womb. 

“Just like that.” He tells you, voice obscured by a dark, grinding rumble that drags from the hollow of his chest. “Just like that, Schatz. Don’t hold back. I want to hear you, want to hear how good I can make you feel.”

Your chest rises in ragged, gasping inhales as Konig sets about his task, the width of his tongue circling your clit, your entrance, the sharpness of his teeth occasionally grazing across the insides of your thighs. There’s a coiling tightness in the core of you that brightens with every swipe of his tongue, every vibration of his feral, untamed noises grunted against you. 

You arch against the bed, whimper and mewl for him, sweat making your clothes cling damp to your form as the climax inside you only builds, forces itself higher and higher until it’s fit to burst you at the seams. Yet when Konig forces his tongue inside you every nerve within your body seems to light on fire, and you come across his tongue with a shout, calves locking behind his broad neck as you try and contort yourself to push up, onto his muzzle. 

You can feel yourself flutter around him as you come down, and when he pulls back you whine, a touch overstimulated and raw. The world feels hazy around you, your eyes lidded and lip swollen with your teething. Yet Konig takes only one look at you and huffs, clearly pleased, adjusting your legs across the broad, furry planes of his shoulders before lowering his streaked muzzle to you once more. 

“Moon is still rising, liebling.” He purrs. “We’re not done yet.”

#I DO THIS FOR YOU OKAY #I'm not even tagging this as anything I'm hiding my face in my hands #thursday night thots #fic: rotes madchen #DONT LOOK AT MEEEEEE

[inchidentally]

https://x.com/norrishoax/status/1754607179443687564?s=20

God, this is the first time my beautiful eyes see this photo. I miss them even more <3

NEITHER HAVE I THEY'RE SO CUTE ??

#inchreplies #landoscar #twinklaren #mctwinks #lie detector test #oh my GOD #they were so fucking flirty this whole thing #leaning super close and ALMOST touching hands and getting super bashful #lando hiding his face and blushing and oscar looking like he could cannabalize lando in one bite #oh my godddd #you've got quite big arms #and lando pulling his sleeve tight to show how small his widdle arms are by comparison #smiles #hearteyes #landoscar lore #fave

[royalarchivist]

Pac: I wish I had a really nice background story for my- why I'm here. But you know, Felps just crashed the ship and I'm stuck! Fit: You've got an interesting history though, Pac! I mean, look at you escaping that prison! Like, that was not easy for you to do. [...] You've told me lots of stories about yourself and Mike's adventures. You've got a very interesting backstory. Pac: Thank you Fit, thank you. I'm glad to hear that you think it's cool. Fit: I mean– the cannibalism part, that sucks, but it is– It's cool! It's cool.

People keep wondering when Pac's going to tell Fit how he lost his leg, but during their date last week, Fit implied that their characters already had this discussion! Although this could've been an OOC part of their conversation, they've referenced this specific part of Pac's lore in past streams (this is just the most explicit example we've had so far).

[ Full Subtitle Transcript ↓ ]

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Pac: I wish I had a really nice- um, background story - background story for my- why I'm here. But you know, Felps just crashed the ship and I'm stuck!

Fit: [Chuckles] Well no- you've got an interesting history though, Pac! I mean, look at you escaping that prison! Like, that was not easy for you to do.

Pac: ...No, yeah, you're right.

Fit: You know, and you've been- you have- you've told me lots of stories about yourself and Mike's adventures, like– You've got a very interesting backstory.

Pac: Thank you Fit, thank you. I'm glad to hear that you think it's cool.

Fit: I mean, I mean– the cannibalism part, I mean, that sucks, yeah, but it is– It's cool! It's cool.

Pac: Yeah, right? Yeah- that's- that's not a good part, right? Yeah, I- ugh, yeah, it's a– [He takes a deep breath] Yeah. It's ok.

Fit: Y-yeah, yeah...

Pac: It's ok.

#Hideduo #Pactw #FitMC #QSMP #FitPac #January 9 2024 #I was like ''???'' when I didn't see anyone else talking about this but tbf a LOT happened that day #So this is just me dusting dirt off this gem of lore and polishing it before presenting it to the community for re-inspection #<- can you tell I'm writing this in the early AMs #I'm falling asleep at my desk #Q #Anyways. Fit is so lucky Pac's got... interesting taste in men #''Cool trauma bro!'' are you INSANE #I can't remember how chat reacted but I was screaming #lmfaooo #Pac and Fit are so awkward and I find that hopelessly charming #Even if it makes me want to hide my face in my hands and scream #frickin. ''cool trauma bro'' FitMC you're so lucky he loves you #ALSO has anyone else noticed Pac almost always looks down at his leg whenever they bring up the topic of what happened to him in prison? #It's such a small little character trait but I LOVE it #The attention to detail!!! I love it!!!! #Pac's such a good roleplayer

[watatsumiis]

Bark Bark, General. Thank u thank u thank u for all of your wonderful works. Im sure its not a secret that im in absolute love with every one of them even id i dont always interact with them as much as i would ve wanted, but u can be 100% sure i love spending my free time going through your works. Old, and new, i adore all of them and i never lie when i say i reread some of those so often i might learn them soon. (Sadly i wont, since my memory is a trash, but i still remember the feelings your works bring me and the core of the story, maybe even lines.Like i certainly remember a way how differently Ayato and Capitano react on reader chewing them. I must say i still cant forgive Kamisato for not letting "me" chew on his sleeve. How cruel is he? 😭 And Albedo, my beloved, so understanding i love it sjhagahuahdhs. And all your Aether works is a chef kiss u must know that. )

Ahem, but putting that aside, im so happy i was lucky enough to stumble on your wonderful blog this one day i honestly cant expressing how much Joy and happiness your works bring to me. Not works only tho, i enjoy your vibe if i can say so and ur just a sweet and nice person, i respect u a big big big lot.

Oh my gosh, this was such a sweet ask to wake up to, thank you so so so much, it means the world to me!

#I'm sorry I don't have much else to say in response but just. Aaaaaah wiggles #Hides my face in my hands #You're too kind oml #General barks #Asks