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Woah Pokémon ocs??? Wacky
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So this silly guy is Yogurt, he’s supposed to be a snooty rich trainer who’s somewhat popular in the region he lives in (which is Galar), he’s like a rival type character kinda
And woah here’s his silly team
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He likes to have only fairy and grass types but Rosewinter is an exception cus he’s just a silly fellow
Meadow’s basically the unofficial “leader” of the team after Yogurt, loves the entire team with all her little strawberry heart and would do anything for them, and she hates losing battles because she hates thinking of the rest of her team being down about the loss
Sunflower loves to battle, but whenever anything goes wrong or she realizes they’re losing she just books it and leaves, doesn’t even tell the rest of the team she’s leaving the battle she just. Scurries off-
Rosewinter loves to entertain, but he has a hard time doing it, as he’s very anxious around people and has stage freight. Doesn’t stop them from trying at least though
Heliotrope is the baby of the team basically, like he’s not a baby but everyone on the team just adores him and will protect him at (mostly) all costs. He was originally scared of Nerium when he first joined the team cus they’re a big guy, but he warmed up to him eventually, now they’re best buds woah
Speaking of Nerium, Nerium loves to do most of the battling (which he does since Yogurt likes to give him most of the spotlight) and he can be a little intimidating at times, but he’s actually just a big teddy bear at heart
Last but certainly not least is Cherry, he joined the team for… other reasons but got too attached to everyone, so now he’s a permanent member. May or may not have a crush on Nerium, and he oddly never seems to take his glasses off, how odd
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artistmarchalius · 4 months
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I wanted to try drawing them with tails to see what the hype was about. I get it now.
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pillowspace · 1 year
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I have to do something I'm phobic of soon, so I have to bust out the trusty method of pretending I'm a Y/N in a fic who isn't scared of Moon, just disappointed, and this somehow tends to actually work whenever I get nervous
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canisalbus · 11 months
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baby machete's ears are a lot rounder and floppier, are they cropped as an adult or did he grow into them?
All dogs are born with floppy ears, it usually takes a while for the cartilage in them to harden enough for them to stay reliably upright all the time, especially if we're talking about big, tall bat ears like Machete has.
Here's some ibizan hound pups with unruly ears
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and adult ones
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No cropping involved. He's supposed to be somewhat of a late bloomer runt anyway so he retained the puppy ears into his early teens, longer than average. His design and demeanor gets progressively sharper, pointier and more unapproachable over the years.
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Would Bardaby (from the Fantasy Au) still do his affectionate biting as shown in the original WH or would it be different?
i'd say Yes Absolutely!
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he's gotta be more Careful about it tho... look at those chompers...
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c-kiddo · 2 months
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(from 2.1.24, about Ava)
Ava thinks about dying, about where parts of her body will end up, and gathers owl pellets scattered between ice-smoothed outcroppings.
Ahe carefully lifts a dead sparrow-hawk from the side of the road and carries it with her in an old plastic bag.
She thinks about the bird, neck broken. Speckled under.
She thinks about her stomach that won’t tell her that she’s hungry.
She pisses on the way back, against the side of a decaying old boat, behind a decaying old boat-shed.
A man with sandy hair cycles past her as she walks along the road, readjusting her jeans, and she thinks about sex with Johannes. She’s not sure how it’d go but she wipes her dripping nose on the back of her hand and thinks about how he nudged his knee between her legs and looked shy about it after.
Then she’s home — taking off boots, leaving them on the steps outside. Wandering around with her dead things.
Sparrow-hawk goes in two more old plastic bags and in the big storage freezer. Owl pellets go on her scored-up, cup-ringed table, with tweezers in her hands and thumbs to split the dense bundles open.
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drama-glob · 3 months
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Does anyone else do this nervous hand gesture Sir Pentious does because I now I have. :) Poor snake boi for being nervous, but tensions were high in this scene, so you can't blame him. :/ He's still just so precious. ^_^<3<3<3<3
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stuckinapril · 4 months
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i think i officially set my sights on a therapist and i'll be contacting her very soon?? therapy was legitimately not on my 2024 bingo card (or in the cards for me at all) but here we are????
#this blog always had a focus on social science and detangling feelings and experiences. like it's basically been serving as my diary#bc this blog has always been my main outlet for it. i hate talking feelings to anyone irl. it's a bad habit but i hate it#so it was a game changer and helped me grow up sooo much. esp supplemented w other people's experiences.#being raised by a stoic engineer mother who's very much warm but also not very good at feelings at times has caused me to suppress SO much#compounded w being the eldest daughter. like that is a damning sentence in and of itself#tumblr just gave me an outlet for stuff like this. and every social media is essentially a highlight reel of ppl's best moments.#tumblr is the opposite. i've always loved that too whether it was in the form of humor or more earnest posts#could i work through my own issues by myself? yes probably#and my blog will always have that facet even if i get a therapist#but a therapist's input. just a professional's input. will expedite a lot of improvement for me i think#this has been a critical time period for me anyway bc i'm budgeting my whole schedule for once vs being handheld by uni deadlines#and it's just gonna keep getting more and more intense from here bc i'm truly pushing my comfort zone more than ever before#it just feels like the right call even tho i'm lowkey nervous ab it bc i HATE talking feelings in person.#this therapist will not fall for my trying to deflect by asking her about her life. which. usually works on my friends <3#we will see. a therapy arc is coming very soon basically#p
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angoraram · 5 months
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this is so silly
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yuseirra · 14 days
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OH
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theburiedgay · 2 years
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PSA that being sleepy most of the time is not normal and sleep disorders are severely underdiagnosed, especially the rarer ones people don’t know how to recognize. If sleep is affecting your quality of life (too much, too little, involuntary actions, you feel like you haven’t slept when you have, etc) Seeing a sleep specialist could really improve your life!
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seaofashes · 2 months
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I'm trying really hard to get myself to post the more simplistic pieces and doodles that I do so... have a KidKiller piece because I love them dearly
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kybercrystals94 · 7 months
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Scars and Toothpicks
By KyberCrystals94
Read here on Ao3!
Whumptober 2023 | Day 27 | Prompt 27: Scars
Rating: G
Words: 755
Summary: Omega worries about losing her brothers again.
[Author’s Note: Let’s just pretend for a minute that Tech survived the fall (which I am 100% on board that train, don’t get me wrong), and that Crosshair, Omega, and Tech have all been rescued…this story takes place after that. Okay? Great! Read on…]
Omega has a tiny scar on the outer edge of her left wrist. It is thin, slightly raised, and a touch lighter than the warm color of her skin. She doesn’t remember how she got it, or even when; but for as long as she can remember, she’s found herself rubbing it when she’s anxious, running her right index finger over it, back and forth.
She does it now, the imperfection soothing under her fingertip. “Do you think they’re alright?” she asks.
Crosshair sighs. “Why did you stay with me if you’re not going to be quiet?”
“I asked quietly,” Omega argues, pressing harder on the scar, making it feel more pronounced.
“They’re fine. Shush.”
Omega glares at her brother’s profile, sharp edged features that perfectly match his personality. She lets out a breath, louder than necessary, just to annoy him. By the glance he casts her, it works. She grins at her boots, but the gnawing anxiety in her stomach doesn’t go away, even with Crosshair’s reluctant reassurance.
She and Crosshair are on lookout while the rest of the batch works on the inside, searching for intel. It is a low-risk mission, Rex said; however, it's only been a few months since she, Crosshair and Tech were rescued from Hemlock. The internal and external wounds of their captivity still feel raw and exposed.
She can’t lose her brothers again.
She bites the inside of her cheek and keeps rubbing her scar.
Crosshair looks at her. “What?” he asks, a hiss.
“I didn’t say anything,” Omega protests indignantly.
“You keep messing with your wrist. What? Are you injured?” The question gives the impression of concern, even if the tone is discolored with ire.
Omega drops her hands. She hadn’t really realized she was doing it. “No,” she says, a grumble. “Just a nervous habit.”
Crosshair regards her for a moment more before turning back to the landscape. “I noticed.”
“Then why’d you ask?”
“In case you wanted to talk about it.”
“You said to be quiet.”
“Changed my mind.”
Even after spending weeks together in confinement, Omega still isn’t used to Crosshair’s bladed way of showing concern for his siblings, serrated but deep. It is so different from the rest of her brothers but comforting in its own way.
Omega shrugs, leaning back. “Just paranoid, I guess. I know nothing’s going to happen, but...something might.”
Crosshair reaches into his pocket and pulls out two toothpicks, flicking one at her. Omega catches it, barely, but she can’t help the triumphant grin. Crosshair smirks at her. “Don’t be so proud of yourself,” he mutters, putting his between his teeth.
Omega follows his example, grinding the toothpick between her teeth experimentally. “It tastes gross.”
“Is there a flavor of wood you prefer?” Crosshair snarks, and Omega wrinkles her nose at him. He chuckles and settles back beside her, eyes returning to their watch. “You know, something bad can happen anywhere...even that precious little bed of yours back on Pabu. You could fall out of it and break your neck. Are you going to be paranoid about that too?”
Omega rolls her eyes. “That’s different.”
“Is it?”
“Yes!”
“Hmm. I disagree.”
“You would,” Omega mutters.
“Ah, you know me so well,” Crosshair retorts. He elbows her. Not gently, but not hard enough to hurt. “My point is, kid, stop worrying about what could happen. It’s annoying, and it’s unhelpful. I should know.”
“Really?” Omega asks, looking up at him.
Crosshair pokes the scar on her wrist. “That’s your nervous habit, and this,” he takes out his toothpick, holding it out, “is mine.”
“Wrecker said you chew on toothpicks because you think it looks cool,” Omega says with a grin.
“Wrecker says a lot of ridiculous things.” Crosshair puts the toothpick back in his mouth.
“Are you nervous right now?” Omega asks.
“No,” Crosshair deadpans.
“But you just said...”
“I just said that worrying about what could happen is annoying and unhelpful,” Crosshair interrupts. “So, what are we going to do instead?”
Omega can’t decide if it is a trick question or rhetorical.
Crosshair rolls his eyes and says in a painfully slow voice, “We focus on the job we were given.”
“That’s it?” Omega asks.
“That’s it. Now, be quiet, or next time I’m going to make you go with Hunter, so you don’t bother me.”
Omega leans into him, resting her head against his shoulder. “You love me,” she singsongs.
“Don’t push it, kid,” Crosshair growls, but she feels his head rest on hers and smiles.
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sunseekerlove · 23 days
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following my thoughts of the absolute banger friendship between remus and james, here’s a headcanon i have;
• james has a few nervous habits
chewing on his lips
picking at his skin/grabbing at the skin on his hands just for the sake of pulling on something
• remus has noticed over the years and he can recognize james’ habits
• if you were to look in remus’ school bag you would find bags upon bags of either chips or candies — when he sees james chewing on his lip, he gives him a bag of snacks instead
• remus would also have items like stress balls, rubix cubes, or any small tangible item — when he sees james picking/grabbing at his skin, he gives him one of the tangible items instead for him to fidget with and keep his hands busy
• basically remus always has food and fidgets on him but they’re not for him, they’re for when james needs them
• at first james doesn’t even realize that’s what’s happening, he’s just taking the bag of chips or the stress ball when remus hands them to him
• but eventually he realizes that it always happens when he’s nervous and he realizes that remus knows and is doing something about it
• its a silent thing, remus never says anything
• james never asked him to do that and remus never asked him if he wanted anything to help
• that doesn’t mean james appreciates it any less, he does, and he’ll always find a way to make sure remus knows he’s appreciated
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mitsundere · 1 year
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university version meets in-game version...
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unicornsaures · 3 months
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what the fuck am i doing making fucking lore and world building for an au that i onky made cause i thought an elf design would be cool for laurens what the fuck is going on
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