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Devil in the detail's Corrupted Cube concept
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#jsab au#jsab cube#jsab art#jsab#ditd#devil in the details#inspired by ctyh#inspired by tpc#tastypencil#tastypencil3573#tasty#pencil
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How to pick up a Sans 101
✦Stay safe, stay patient, stay strong, stay... Determined, pinksterz!💕
#undertale#frans#sans#frisk#sans x frisk#frisk x sans#art#digital art#sarisk#srisk#chibi#meme#meme inspired#TPC Art Gallery
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i think, and this may just be my zekrom bias speaking, that if someone wants to experience the full value of bw's story it's better to play through white first. black has the issue of coming off as very dismissive towards plasma's legitimate and well-founded claims that pokemon abuse DOES occur (and it does! from the kanto games' marowak to bw2's liepard there's instances where it's put in the spotlight, so it certainly does happen)... by assigning the protagonist to truth, it feels pretty evident that n's beliefs are "wrong", and the game just seems to brush any questioning aside.
on the other hand, white giving n the hero of truth role means we're basically forced to think about what that means for the relationship of people and pokemon at large. to translate a point n makes in chargestone cave: if you allow people to coexist with pokemon, even if the majority of trainers treat them well, there will always be someone somewhere out there who abuses or neglects them instead. are we okay with that? should those pokemon still be allowed to suffer, just because what they experience is an outlier to the general rule? while not outright stated, zekrom's association with hope and the strive for the ideal suggests that we don't brush off these facts, but instead take them into consideration, and aim to change the world based off of them... like how in bw2 society in unova puts a lot more emphasis on the bond between people and pokemon, and on pokemon as equals (see: iris's dialogue before entering your team info the hall of fame).
i think black version has its own unique avenues to explore, but on the surface level, it's a much more cut and dry, "no, you're just wrong", type of story that kind of makes you work harder to fit it into bw's overall theming of "the world's not black and white, there's not a singular objective right or wrong perspective."
#text#pokemon bw#this is inspired by a few posts i've come across over the past handful of months including a poketuber's who completely missed the point#i think black version should've been handled with as much care as white. because how gamefreak did it was kind of.. well lazy#and downright mean at times (white getting way more version exclusives due to white forest + black 2 making black city an empire of greed#with kinda. i don't know. depressing visuals like route 4 being turned into suburbia)#(oh and leaving in stuff like thundurus's cry over tornadus's + the castelia city paintings still being 'ugly truth and eternal ideals')#it may be too much to hope that there'll be some reworking in the inevitable remakes#that gives more credit black versions telling of the story but i doubt it. this is modern tpc we're talking about#ANYWAY yeah i think if you want to engage with the plot white version is the more rounded of the two. and i've played all 4 gen 5 games so#i was able to get a pretty good comparison between my experiences with the version differences#and oh for the record this is not a diss on anyone who takes the wrong messages from black becausefrankly black presents the wrong messages#even if it did not actively intend to. turns out just changing the word 'ideals' to 'truth' is not enough to be compelling
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I just wanna put this into the Tumblr world: If you genuinely believe palworld has done something wrong, please don't forget: The Pokemon Company has lawyers. Nintendo has lawyers. Nintendo also likes to shut down passionate fan projects. TPC and Nintendo are both cool with putting out shitty, unpolished Pokemon games that cost $90.
I am not defending Pocketpair as a helpless wittle indie dev. I just think the game they made is really funny and actually fun to play. And nobody needs to be a keyboard warrior for f u c k i n g NINTENDO
People yelling about plagiarism is really fucking funny to me. What did you guys think happened to PETA when they made Pokemon Black and Blue? I'm pretty sure it was nothing. Harris mentioned that Brillo is an exceptional example. Pocketpair would have to make a Very similar Pikachu for TPC to care enough to send a cease and desist for IP theft. Weird green cinderace and luxray? That will not affect pokemon's profits. None of this will. Stop bootlicking and play a fun game.
#palworld discourse#the thing about theft is if TPC doesnt value what it has. WE SHOULD FUCKIN STEAL IT ALL DAY#i REALLY want this to inspire MORE fun monster-world survival games. i want Nintendo and TPC to give GameFreak time and support#TO MAKE A GOOD FUCKING POKEMON GAME !!!!!!!
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I’m baaackk agaaaain I am so sorry actually the craving for TPC drawings is never filled and you have drawing skills I don’t have- anywho yes I’m asking for Cintagram again he’s my favorite (besides Circumcannon). again so sorry for asking you to draw a lot today 😔
it's fine lolz, this might be my last one tho disbd
this was fun, ngl!! ty!! :D
#mailmail✉️#✨scribbled paper'd#cintagram tpc#tpc#the pink corruption#is his markings inspired by bluberror? yes indeed#him and star would be friends i think
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#art#digital art#digital artist#the pink corruption#fanart#tpc#cats#technically this Iris design is inspired by his hope design#but thats cause its and equestria girls au#so he’s from another world and needed a different design than the iris who would belong to this world#also the cat is ketches#it feels like ive combined three different art styles in this
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jummbox link here
gif made by @lacecap here
#music tag#elliot art#elliot tunes#thank u again nika for posting your music w beepbox links bc this is directly inspired by tpc and i would not have made this song#if i had not listened to it and seen that it was made in an online software that is easy to use#and thank u again for the lovely art for it i love it so so so much#also thank u dylan for giving me advice on it when i was making it :•)
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@horizonboundtrainer oh real. I don't even have a guardian signs cartridge because they cost too damn much and I originally played all the games as roms (on the ds. microsd card adaptor)
I don't expect the games to be common knowledge but that's why I will yell about them so much
It's not surprising when people haven't heard of it or don't know much about them, but the only solution is for the people who Do know it, to talk about it, and to try to spread them that way
Cartridges? eh. there are playthroughs on youtube, there are roms, there are people who Have played the games who can be talked to and gotten information from! I have a big ol nerd document linked in my pinned post which is like... 80% ranger series information, and even more in my head, since the document is an incomplete wip
Me? I haven't even played a mainline game since gen 6. I did get a secondhand Sun cartridge last year but I haven't played through it yet. All my knowledge of those latest 3 gens has been osmosised or gathered in other ways. Plus if Orre and its two games can get some kind of following and meagre acknowledgement then I at least want to dream of the ranger series getting as much too
#and it does work; shoutout to those people who Have been inspired to look into the ranger games from this you're the real ones#like a big part i played colosseum recently was because i heard about it from other people#as for tpc. I hope they stay forgotten because I don't trust them with my children#hashtag loop line...#ooc ✻ who opened the box
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TPC: Mingyu's sloppy ex sex
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Pairing: ex!mingyu x afab!reader (wearing a skirt)
Genre: smut
Word count: 2.1k
tags: toxic themes, villainized reader, mentions of alcohol and vaping, reader makes out with man that isn't mingyu, high!gyu, yearning, voyeurism (kinda?), male masturbation, sex on a car, unprotected sex, degrading, spanking, choking, obvious hostility
Summary: Mingyu and his ex had be broken up for so long already and he was finally getting over them, but god be damned if you didn’t look so hot tonight.
author note: happy birthday to mingyu, hope you get laid. not like this tho, you deserve to be happy. Also to readers, don't romantize this IRL. be good people, be kind to your partners or loved ones. Enjoy smut as smut not inspiration for real life. be so fucking for real. ily
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Mingyu had been a single man for 7 months, 8 days, and 14 hours; but who's counting?
He didn’t miss you. He just missed your face. And your hair. Your perfume that reminded him of cotton candy and starbursts. And how your naked body would stretch like a starfish every morning. And the expensive coffee bean you insisted on hand grinding every day. See. He missed those things. Definitely not you.
At least that’s what he told himself when he saw you the first time since the break, standing in an impossibly delectable getup when you walked through that front door. God, did you know how to dress to impress the masses. You knew he couldn’t keep his hands off of you when you had on leather, his unspoken kryptonite.
He crushed the red solo cup in his hand as you shamelessly flirted with the man across from you. The blonde man maybe was as buff as Mingyu, handsome as Mingyu, but at least he wasn't as tall as Mingyu. Mingyu was hard to beat at height.
Still, your attention was on the stranger. Mingyu felt pathetic. He had every nerve in his body to pull you away from the bastard and stick you up against a wall and fuck you senseless, but things were over between the two of you. He had no right.
His doubt displaces as you lean against the man, their arm falling around your waist, as your eyes pierced back at Mingyu. They spoke volumes in each other's gazes. You simply watch the expressions on Mingyu’s face as the man begins pressing kisses lightly against the hollow of your neck. You feign moans that aren't audible from where Mingyu stands, but it is obvious as the stranger hikes up your leg and presses his mouth against yours.
Your eyes flit back at your ex through a heavy-lidded observation. You giggle the stranger’s name, loud enough for Mingyu to make it out this time, and he storms out at once. Mingyu could’ve done anything. Leave the party. Find a stranger to fuck. Drown himself in hard liquor. He did none of that.
Instead, he tried to find the nearest place to relieve himself. Unfortunately, he didn’t know where a goddamn restroom was, let alone a bedroom, which was probably preoccupied with some horny youths, anyway. Finally, he opens a door to a garage, a large one, in fact. Cars and motorbikes follow behind one another like an assembly line. It smells of metal and motor oil, but it would do.
His eyes land on a conveniently placed bench across from the door, and he takes a seat, immediately going to unzip his pants. It was probably the alcohol, or the puff he took from Vernon’s vape pen, but he was going to pull it out, he was going to stroke it, and he wasn't going to care.
He utters a soft, “fuck,” before shutting his eyes. He closes his palms around his shaft, rubbing himself, making use of that hand lotion you left behind when you left that stays resident in his front pocket. Your familiar scent lingers, making its way up his nostrils, and he whispers your name. “Fuck, Y/n.”
He slides down against the wall behind him, dragging up and down, squeezing to emulate the grip of your pussy, groaning loud when he finds the right pressure. “Y/n, Y/n, Y/n.”
He senses tension in his abdomen, taking the pace of his wrist up, and this goes on for a few minutes. The image of your sopping, dirty, little cunt wrapped around his cock is just enough to get him off. He’s so close. So close, he can taste the cum from where he’s sitting. His eyes flutter, ready to take the last gratifying stroke when he hears a door close. He looks up, your back and arms pinned against the door behind you, peering at him in amusement. “Whatcha’ doing there, Mingyu?”
And like that, he misses the high tide. His blown out eyes stare back at you, listlessness. He straightens up. “What are you doing here?”
“What are you doing here?”
Reminder that Mingyu wasn’t sober, let alone sane, especially seeing your legs cross over one another as you lean on the door. His hand has a mind of its own when it goes back to play with himself, sucking in a single breath. “What does it look like?”
“Are you high?”
“Yeah. So?”
You snort, crossing your arms. “You can’t just play with yourself in the middle of a fucking party. Mingyu.”
“Says who?”
You slowly approach him, one foot over the other, towering over him. “Have some decency. You look desperate fucking yourself. Cover it up.”
How dare you, he thought. You don’t get to tell him what to do anymore. He fucks himself hard in his grip–immeasurably slow and tight–hips thrusting up through his palms. “Like I give a flying fuck.”
You click your tongue at him. “I guess as a fellow party guest, I should show you how to handle yourself with other people around.”
You set your hands against both his shoulders. He swallows, already getting an idea of what’s about to happen. Your chest is to his face before you lower yourself and fill yourself out. A moan vibrates in your throat–following Mingyu’s guttural one–before claiming his lips and slowly grinding down in his lap. He indulges in your initiation, but catching a moment of clarity, the ghost of your lips still on his as he pulls away. “What are you doing?”
“You looked lonely,” you said softly, “And I can fix that.”
Hsi breath grows uneven as your raw core tightens around his girth, making him remember how you loved going commando when you went out together, and it seems you still do. His hands come up behind you, feeling your body underneath your clothes, pulling up your leather skirt higher. “I thought you were over me. You said we’re through.”
You roll your eyes, threading through his hair. “You were staring at me. I thought you’d want this.”
“Why?” His hand curls to the back of your head. “What happened with the guy?”
You let out a sultry chuckle. “He was too eager.”
“I thought you liked that kind of thing.”
Yo shrug, grinning. You lay your hands against the texture of his jean jacket before sliding it off, feeling the ridged shape of his sculpted body. He’s big, as you remember, if not bigger. Your hands slide over his smooth, olive skin, and grip his sides before rolling your hips to hear that gasp leave his lips. “I like it more on you.”
You force pressure against his lips, swallowing them. You catch his moan down your throat, your aching heat gets stretched from his pulsating muscle pushing inside you. His hands fall to your hips, palms covering up your ass as grabs balls of your flesh in reflex. “God fuck, Y/n.”
“How much do you want me,” you ask in harsh breaths, “paint a picture for me.”
“I definitely fucking want you.”
His arms loop around your body and lock you in place. His length comes up inside you by his force, fucking you with all his body can muster, while his grunts play louder than the sounds of music coming from the populated common area. Your arms rest over his shoulders, knees coming up the bench and kneeling.
You breathe rhythmically, soft moans coating your tongue, and you grow flush under his touch. Your bottom lip gets trapped between your teeth, but a smile still manages to stretch across your face. His thighs are hard beneath you, hitting against you like a slab of marble, but the warmth radiating off of them ebbs the arousal from out your body.
His lips find your neck, sucking over the spots the stranger kissed, bitting, stinging your skin, so you can only remember the presence of him. He held your thighs tight by his palms, raising your body up and bouncing you in his lap. The sounds of your skin slapping triggers amicable memories like the time he pulled you in that stadium storage closet or how he took underneath a beach towel at Daytona.
It’s riveting, titillating, just simply blood pumping. You feel like you could fucking burn the world and not give a single fuck, and that’s what fucking Kim Mingyu felt like.
You had every intention of getting to this point because you knew Mingyu and how fucking possessive he was, even when he didn’t act like it. If you were being honest, that was some of the wrong in the relationship, but not this–nor the back-breaking sex– was the reason at all why things ended. Never the sex. If anything, it was you, but you wouldn’t admit that.
“You feel so fucking good inside me.”
His second kryptonite, words of affirmation. He fucks himself seep inside you, intending to bottom out, which he succeeds. Your eyes flutter shut from the shock and simply take it. His torso pulls forward, holding you up from the ground. The deeper he plunges, the harder the release. His name is inevitable to leave when you cum, your knees come up to his side, locking at your ankles, and it only takes him a moment to return the favor.
It’s hot and full in your cunt, feeling his honey seep over your thighs. He clenches his teeth, feeling sweet and utter relief. It was just what he needed. You simultaneously sigh, dropping your head against your shoulder as you catch your breath. “That was nice.”
“It was.”
Seizing the opportunity of your weakness, he picks you up and folds you against the hood of a random car. Dangling off, your feet barely reach the ground. Your cheeks roughly make contact first with his hand on the back of your neck, startled against the cool metal. The head of his cock then contradicted the icy surface, sliding back and forth over your spent pussy that was already flooded with his cum. He coats himself in his own release, playing with the intensity of your whines, before he returns to his rightful place.
His hands come up over your ass in a deep-rooted crack to your flesh. You cry out in distress, hands flat pressed against the car and you feel him oscillate his cock, doing what he wanted instead of what he tolerated.
In came another crack of his palm. You whine his name once more, dragging your clit on the sleek surface of the car. “Yes, like that! Fuck me like that!”
God, you have a filthy mouth. And god, did Mingyu miss that.
Your eyes roll back when he gets rigorous, pounding into you like a mindless animal. The hand on the back of your neck squeezes hard, slamming you back into the car. “Feel so good for me. I knew you wanted me. Wanted my dick inside. Fucking your wet, dirty pussy.”
Another strike that makes you jump.
“I’m going to have you cum all over this car. You like that? You wanna cum while I fuck you up against this car?”
You nod into the metal, “Yes, give it to me, give it to me, Mingyu.”
He turns you on your back, he finally meets your eyes once again. He takes a leg to throw over his shoulder and his cock rocks back into you like perfection. He holds your gaze, hand coming to compress against the column of your neck. You feel it, the danger, the thrill, the toxicity. It almost causes you to black out, and maybe that's what you deserved. It’s like instead of blood running through your veins, it's venom. You could bathe in it.
Your hair flattens as you throw your head back on the smooth surface, reveling in the fullness, slamming your hands against the car, ready to come apart once again. Your legs contract, taking him, all of him like it was the first time. Oh sweet child, to go back to a time to like that again.
“Yes, Gyu, please, Gyu. Like that. Hurt me. Hate me.”
Your climax overwhelms you, not even processing his embrace as it envelops you when his climax follows soon after. Violent final pumps make way deep inside you, defiant of spilling out again. You feel his heavy pants on the skin of your cheek. He pulls away after some time to see your eyes, glassy and euphoric like the ones that deceived him before. He then follows to your lips, swollen, naturally pursed from the kisses. The same lips that told him lies and promised to not break his heart in a million pieces.
“Incredible, Mingyu…”
“I hate you so fucking much.”
It’s the last thing he says before kissing you again, triumphantly. If he was going to have sex with again, he would do it like it’s the last.
#svthub#smingyu smut#kim mingyu smut#seventeen smut#kim mingyu#mingyu#seventeen#seventeen kim mingyu#seventeen x you#seventeen x reader#seventeen x y/n#seventeen mingyu#seventeen fanfic
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After almost one week of work it's finally finished ! An A3-sized watercolour piece, inspired in my recent visit to the north of my country! Goh went to West Paldea to a location where it's said that it's the home of many Dragon-type Pokémon 🐲. I wonder what kind of species live there...
I additionally added a quick sequence, exceptionally in monochromatic hue, in digital format because I couldn't resist!
Do not repost. Do not modify. Always credit me!
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#pokemon#traditional art#drawing#illustration#harukadrawsthings#2023#digital art#comic#goh#gou#go#pokemon goh#trainer goh#flygon#wingull#salamence#watercolor#anipoke#pokemon journeys#pokemon master journeys#pokemon ultimate journeys
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First Post!
This drawing I drew is Spheer and my Oc, Cloudberry drinking some tea together. It was inspired by a drawing I saw on the TPC fan wiki
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⚠️TPC/JSAB oc⛔️
Hello P4J !!
He is inspired by the early web !! specifically windows XP ^^
#tpc oc#jsab oc#pink corruption#just shapes and beats#i have like 3 more characters to make ref sheets of 😀
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And I oop-
Tbh if anything DOES come out of this, im hoping its just gonna be TPC forcing some Pal design changes/model updates because... yeah no a lot of Pals are pretty egregious with their "inspiration". As funny as I think it is to have bootleg Lucario and Zoroark(s) running around, there's also Pals like the infamous Azurobe that literally have the body of a Serperior and hair of a Primarina. Like, come on now. Y'all really didn't need to reference the base Pokemon THAT heavily. It's basically traced but... in 3D.
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pov i really wanna make my tpc futureverse au a comic but ive tried to start comics atleast a hundred times before and every single time i ended up losing inspiration and giving up after only the first page (OR BEFORE EVEN FINISHING THE FIRST PAGE AT ALL (rest in peace Pink Corruption: City Life,,,😔😔))
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Fun fact! Nanagadel and poipole are inspired on three things
1-Wasps
2-the friend alien trope
3-the xenomorphs from the alien franchise.
So it's a friendly xenomorph fused with a wasp!
okay that's. kinda cool? is this confirmed, or just speculation? 'cause i feel like it's pretty rare that tpc or game freak Actually confirm what their designs are based on, even if they're obvious—which is why bulbapedia usually lists things as "appearing to be based on" as opposed to "being based on" something. big if true is what i'm saying
the queue is already into galar, so i'm already starting to do galarian pokémon. halfway through galar, i don't know if i'm going to be able to continue, because the models for anything past silicobra seem to not have been ripped yet or something like that. at least not on the models resource where i typically get the models. i would say i'd do gmax forms, if i hadn't already skipped them thus far—perhaps that'll be something to do at the end of gen 8 or at the end of the entire pokédex if there's enough demand for it. i doubt i'd be able to find all the gmax models for every pokémon, though, if i can't even find every gen 8 pokémon's model
no yeah this is cool trivia. i'd gotten used to mid-generation pokémon introductions since i only got back into pokémon proper in gen 8, so i'd seen this as (somewhat) normal—it's cool that this was what set the precedent. also i ended up going with the middle one :)
honestly we have to admit a pokémon without a type would be cool, and also should have been terapagos. should've been that instead of just a normal type when it's not terastalized. literally their way of introducing a """new""" """type""" even though it's really not and is just a special terastal form but they wanted to hype it up like it was a new type to get everyone talking about it. and by golly they did because i loved seeing people's faces when i told them "hey did you hear they added a new type" only to tell them about it and watch them progressively get more disappointed. because that's how i felt when they introduced the stellar type
#not pkmn#nose ratings#final reminder that i'll be at indiana comic con tomorrow. leaving home around noon..! see you there..! if you want to hire me for any#voice acting roles while i'm there you can do that and i will be so happy..!
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i cant imagine how hard itd be to be a child forced to stop a guy trying to summon a land god when you got wrapped up in their plot unintentionally huh
finished this sketch from a LONG time ago! original sketch and some thoughts below the cut
a few thoughts that inspired this old sketch in the first place:
i always wanted may to be more represented with the groudon plotline rather than the kyogre plotline but tpc always seems to put her with kyoger because it is the more “graceful” of the two. i want may as the mc to have a chance to be badass, and i want her to like. be able to Get Mad and Get Upset that she was dragged into this situation unintentionally and for people to acknowledge how hard it would be for a kid like her to be relied on to fix this mess and she DOES IT. and she DESERVES to be pissed that she HAD to be the one to solve it when she had nothing to do with it starting. LET HER BE ANGRY
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