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pokikirapoki · 6 months
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sipofbrandy1 · 1 year
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Happy hump day! 🐪 😉
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errorhk · 8 months
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ERROR new song MV
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kirstielol · 1 year
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My usual method for rehousing lightning fast slings is to leave the old enclosure inside of the new one, wait for them to leave and start burrowing somewhere else, then take out the old enclosure.
Usually it works flawlessly, until now.. my P. regalis has webbed her old enclosure to the new one, and is continuing to live in the old enclosure 🥲
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everyothermouse · 1 year
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Some lil neutral-ish faces :] I said I’d talk abt poketwo later in my first eyes of the woods post, so here’s that
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errorweare · 3 months
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Chill Club Guest ERROR and KOLOR to Hong Kong Viutv
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@k_p0k1 @deegor_hkwa @fatboyip @deniskwok193 @error.weare @kolor_official
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cerealandchoccymilk · 9 months
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pokikirapoki · 1 year
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itsmiguel2099 · 4 days
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It’s poke Ohara day!
*pokki poki *
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auckie · 2 months
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To everyone calling the stupid trapdoor cute. The larger ones are so intimidating and intense. I’m not really afraid of many animals, save bears. We feed lividus and wandering spiders and giant ass centipedes, we don’t carry very venomous scorpions anymore, but we used to, and may again soon! Which I’m really looking forward to. Keeping medically significant species isn’t something I’m personally into, but I can appreciate how interesting it is just to see these creatures live in a captive setting.
Regardless. Feeding the armored trap doors is so fucking scary. They play dead, if they’re not in their burrow, and they’re these huge black things with what looks like plate armoring on their abdomen, which is odd for a spider this size, and they have huuuge chelicera and fangs, they’re HEAVY. They’re actually hard. Tarantulas are all soft and fuzzy and a bit squishy if you manage to somehow touch their abdomens. Delicate beasts. The trapdoors are literally fucking dungeon monsters, and since they came through the mail, when rehousing them, we had to regularly check that they were okay! So you see this big stupid beast in a death curl and think oh shit it died! And you gently poke it with a paint brush, or blow on it, or squirt it with some mist thinking ‘let’s see what happened’ or ‘maybe it’s dehydrated from the trip’. NO! Zero to sixty in a millisecond and you have to shut the lid to its enclosure without trapping one of its legs, watch it do fifty somersaults and physically shake the container while you wait for it to chill the fuck out. So then you come to anticipate this during feeding, and ideally they make their stupid little burrows what with the tripwires. It’s cute and cool yeah whatever. But since we’re trying to ‘feed expeditiously’ as my boss always puts it, and they’re huge and might take multiple roaches, you gotta lift the door sometimes. If you’re lucky, the roach runs in because it’s stupid and dark hole. If you’re not, even expecting the monster to emerge, it still scares the absolute shit out of you. I sweat every time I deal with them. Tena and pokies and even the Thai funnel webs who have a very dangerous bite and are also just as fast (but so much more relaxed) don’t faze me, I mean sure the centipedes sometimes escape and make everyone stand up alarmed or the wandering spiders make all the dudes talk about the whole permanent erection thing, but these guys have the element of looking like a toy Halloween decoration and moving as fast as an old world T. They’re so cool. But so scary. And I don’t even think their bite is *that* bad compared to some of the hot shit we carry. But I don’t care! but the little one I filmed was very cute and stupid I will give them that. I don’t think I could own one tho. They can’t climb smooth surfaces but that wont stop them from doing 28 backflips if you walk past their tank and I just don’t really feel like associating myself with something that does that, that isn’t at least fuzzy and funny and pink toed. Or even the sand spiders we got. They’re pretty dangerous. But they’re so goofy. Speaking of which I will post a video of one here to make up for a paragraph of text
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errorhk · 7 months
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ポキのミュージックビデオ
포키 뮤직비디오
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luxrayblues · 1 year
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Leon X reader - Lost and Found (SFW)
Walking down the street of the large city, you were surprised to hear someone shouting behind you. Turning, you're even more surprised to see the purple-haired champion waving his hand at you. "Hi there! Could you hold up a sec?" He asks as he jogs up to you, that ridiculous sponsored cape flowing behind him. You weren't an insane fan like most of the people in Galar, however you couldn't deny that he was endearing and quite handsome. "Everything.. okay?" You ask, still caught up in your own head. This seemed like a weird dream, but you knew it wasn't. Your eyes flick up and down him once, taking in the man who clearly took care of himself. He really was gorgeous, your cheeks flushing slightly. "Yeah. Well, okay no actually." He smiles and rubs the back of his head with a light chuckle. "You see I managed to lose my way in this maze city! ... I was hoping you could give me a hand?" You stare at him, surprised and a little confused that someone who seemed so perfect on screen and in battle had seriously gotten lost like this. You weren't from there, but you did have a decent sense of direction. "S..sure. Yeah, of course Leon." You smile a little and tilt your head to the side. It was funny that he was to a point now where it didn't surprise him when a stranger knew his name. "Woah, really?! Thank you so much! ... Hey, what's your name?" He beams at you with that picture-perfect smile that melted the hearts of thousands in the region. It made your heart flutter. "I'm Y/N." You were sure he would forget it as soon as you said it, but that was far from the case. He had spotted you in the crowd a little ways back and had caught up with you because he thought you were extraordinarily beautiful. He flashes that smile again and tells you where he's trying to go, which was of course the biggest and most obvious building in town. It was insane that he didn't know how to get there. "Really? It's the biggest building in town, you can see it from here!" You giggle and shake your head which makes him blush. The way your face lit up when you laughed made his heart skip a beat, for once at a loss. Though he was able to shake it off rather quickly. Leon loved that you weren't afraid to poke fun at him despite his being the champion. It was refreshing. "Hey!!" He laughs with you, shaking his head as you beam up at him and motion for him to come along with you. It was incredible. He acted exactly the same way he seemed to in those interviews you had seen. He was easy to talk to, like an old friend. "So what brings you here, Y/N? I get the feeling you're from out of town." He was intuitive. Clearly a people person. Practically everyone loved him, after all. "I heard the shops here were top notch. My pokies and I need a little treat before we continue on." You explain happily, delighted to share with this man, though you were normally not so open. How could you not share your everything with him? - Woah, what was that you were thinking? You were blushing AGAIN over him. Jeez.
"Oh yeah, they're the best! You should totally try out the little coffee shop if you're into that kind of thing. It's so good. I wish I knew how to get there we could run in-" You hold up a hand to cut him off. "Allow me, Leon." You say in a playfully cocky way, wanting to tease him more. He was too cute and you figured an excuse to hang out with the surely busy man for even a few minutes longer would be a once in a lifetime chance. Seeing his face light up only served to cement that you had made the right choice. "Off we go!" He grabs your hand tightly in his bigger one and drags you along with him in the wrong direction, making you laugh so hard you couldn't tell him what he was doing. He was too excited for his own good! It was going to be a fun day.
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bonefall · 1 year
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Is there a clanmew word for Soft (texture)? I poked through the lexicon trying to translate Softwing, and found "beof" for wing, but couldn't find anything for the prefix.
Woe! Texture expansion pack be upon ye.
I've tried to keep cat fur in mind, but then added some extra textures based on the things they encounter on a regular basis.
FUR
Soft: Wuff Self-explanatory, however, this word is only used for hair. Don't use this word to describe a cushion unless it's one of those ones covered in soft faux fur.
Coarse: Chych Rough, compact, somewhat like the mane of a horse or the fur of a deer.
Bristle: Bach Sparse, spiky, rougher than coarse.
Thick: Buwi Self-explanatory
Thin: Pawi Self-explanatory
Rough: Karkar Self-explanatory
Smooth: Ool Self-explanatory
Sleek: Hees Short and smooth, not thick, conforms to the body of the animal
Plush: Ssum Thick but less compact than 'wooly,' poofs out a bit. Often refers to moss.
Wooly: Owun Thick and compact, sheeplike in texture. Can refer to matting.
Velvet: Qefyyn The texture of short fur that's growing back in after being shaved or plucked.
Fuzzy: Kawu Short, soft, sticks up in angles.
Fluffy: Hefu Long and soft, the opposite of sleek, rises off the form of the animal.
Whispy: Aiu VERY light, airy, and silky. Advanced fluffy.
Oily: Siob Slightly slippery, very smooth, often appears glossy
EXTRA TEXTURES
Wet: Blop Self-explanatory
Damp: Wep Has a little wetness but not a lot.
Dry: Sheshe Self-explanatory
Scaly: Kurwan Feels like touching bumpy skin, like that of toads, snakes, most fish, and lizards... but not frogs.
Slimy: Ssmugwan Icky sticky :(
Feathery: Bufwan Feels like touching feathers, slightly quilly and poky but overall soft.
Furry: Fegwan Feels like touching fur. This can apply to grass, some molds, or actual fur.
Hard: Bobur Self-explanatory
Soft: Afi IMPORTANT: This word is 'soft' as in 'the opposite of hard,' not soft as in 'fur that is soft.' Touching this means that it is pliant and 'squishy.' Like a pillow vs a rock.
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errorweare · 4 months
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Moov movie Error 仲良くなる方法
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bodhranwriting · 7 months
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The Drowned Rook - Arcane Skies, Book 2 (or rather 1.5 considering it takes place a few months after Book 1 with an entirely new cast)
Chapter 1
The crowd roared in approval as the body hit the ground. The thud of flesh on hard-packed dirt was lost in the thunder of hands and feet and drunken voices. It bounced from wall to wall in the dim basement, the air so thick it slowed it into overlapping harmonies. No one was breathing their own air, it was shared and rank and damp with sweat, blood, and spit.
In the pit, the downed boxer slowly got to her feet and dragged a hand across her face.
Blood smeared across her mask; her skullcap dampened to the point that the hare embroidered into it was vanishing into anonymous black.
The crowd inhaled.
Then she spat.
Another roar.
As the fight resumed in violent earnest, no one paid much attention as the door leading up and out to the street slowly opened.
The woman who stepped inside was small and about twenty-four years of age. She wore a long mauveine duster-coat, iron-toed boots, and a grey, stumpy top hat jammed low on her head. Her eyes, hair and skin were all varying shades of brown, and she had a large square box-case slung over her right shoulder.
With the ease of someone who knows how to apply elbows to sensitive areas, mauveine duster made her way through the throng until she was right up against the edge of the pit.
Inside, the fight had slowed again, the two boxers circling each other warily. One – the woman who had been floored – was bouncing lightly on her feet, blood dripping down her chin from a split lip. Her opponent, a lumbering man about four inches taller than her and clad in dark green, feinted left. She saw it, ducked under the fist, sinking one-two into his ribs as she passed. He staggered, grunting.
The fighter danced away just in time to avoid another swing. Now she was directly opposite mauveine duster. 
They made eye contact.
Mauveine duster lifted the box high enough to be seen over the edge of the pit and jerked her head, plait escaping from the collar of her coat as she did.
The fighter inhaled, nodded, and then had to leap backwards as the man took advantage of her distraction. She hit the ground, rolled, and sprang just as he closed in. Her fist struck the man under the chin and kept going, powered by both her leap and a sudden burst of energy.
The man’s head snapped back. He stumbled backwards, gasping, when the fighter punched him in the throat.
He hit the ground to the chanting of the crowd: “Ace! Ace! Ace-Ace-Ace-Ace!”
He didn’t get back up.
The room went wild.
“You, Starling, are the kiss of death,” a sour-faced bookie poked mauveine duster in the ribs as she emerged from the crowd, “It was an even fight until you showed up.”
Octavia Starling, freelance reporter, shrugged modestly. “What can I say? I have that effect on people.” The cool expression dissolved into a smirk as the bookie reached into his pockets and produced a wad of wrinkled papers. “How much did she place?”
“Seven. Betting high today, was she?”
“Rent’s due,” Octavia replied dryly, taking the winnings. She counted them carefully and then rolled them into a bundle and stuffed them into one of the voluminous interior pockets of her coat. “Ace got anything else today?”
“No, not that it matters to you.” The bookie shot a contemptuous glance at the box at Octavia’s hip and added, “Anything interesting?”
Octavia tapped an ink-stained finger against her lips and contrived to look enigmatic. The crowd rumbled as another pair of boxers entered the ring.
The bookie rolled his eyes. “Guess I’ll read all about it tomorrow then. Which paper?”
“The highest paying,” Octavia shouted over the renewed din, “But it’s gonna be one hell of a story!”
“It’s a hell of a story, and unless we hurry up, we are going to lose it,” Octavia called. She was leant against the wall of the poky changing rooms which also served as the tavern above’s storeroom, arms crossed and scowling.
Altan Ace, her partner in both business and private, poked her head out from behind the curtain, towelling her impressive shock of henna-dyed hair and replied in a measured tone, “The toffs would throw a fit if I turned up somewhere like Marble Glen still reeking. Besides, you wouldn’t enjoy it much either.” As she ducked back inside, she added, “What is this story, anyway?”
Octavia grinned and tipped her hat to an imaginary audience. “It’s good.”
She could sense her partner’s eyeroll from behind the tatty material. “But what is it?”
Savouring every syllable, Octavia said, “A phantom thief just robbed the houses of the Minister of Commerce, the Upper’s district mayor, and Mistress Paige herself.”
The curtain rattled as Altan threw it aside, dark eyes wide, her face made even more round by surprise. “You are kidding me.”
“As true as I’m standing here.”
“Who told you? When was this?” She emerged from the nook, hastily lacing her bodice. In the ring, Altan had been small; beside Octavia she was a veritable giant. Her mouth was still an angry red against her coppery skin, but the blood had been scrubbed away to an acceptable degree.
Octavia grabbed Altan’s overfrock and tossed it at her.  “Julia Fletcher – she ran all the way here. Discovered, what, an hour ago?”
“And what was Julia Fletcher doing in Marble Glen?”
“Stealing, probably. Girl doesn’t think swimming’s worth it if she’s not in the deep end. Come on, Altan!”
“She’ll have told half the Gateway by now,” Altan muttered as she grabbed her bag containing her boxing costume, “Kiddo’s probably drowning in sestertii at this point.”
“Gave her a whole dennar to keep her mouth shut for twenty minutes so I could fetch you, didn’t I?” Octavia grunted as she slung the box over her shoulder. Altan immediately grabbed it off her and held it herself with far more ease. “And I may have – never mind.”
Altan glared at her as they hurried to the exit, “May have done what, Tave?”
Octavia just grinned wider and quickened her pace. “If I don’t have to tell you then I’ve done a good job, haven’t I? Let’s cut through Gaius Avenue, hop over the fence –“
“And get shot? No, Musician’s Plaza’s just as close and then we can get through Southdor all properly.”
“You’re no fun, Arban Altantsetseg Ace.”
“Without me, Octavia Bloody Starling, you’d be dead.”
Punching her girlfriend lightly in the arm, Octavia winked and replied, “That’s why we work so well.”
Altan rolled her eyes in response.
The bickering lasted until they crossed the brick wall separating New Rookwell’s rich and powerful from the plebeians they despised.
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pokikirapoki · 7 months
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I heard from some sources that Langdon is not playing Dante in the anime! There's no hard confirmation yet from an actual reputable source, but since he's been removed as Ken in sf6 and capcom was involved with this anime, I want to believe that he's not going to work with them at all anymore hopefully
ooooo that’s such a relief! even if it’s not officially confirmed yet, the fact that they removed him as ken sounds promising in regards to his involvement w/ other capcom IPs! thanks Sae! 🤗🤗🤗
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