Also, do not walk close to walls. It will be easier for someone so walk past you and push you against it or corner you.
If your gut is telling you to cross the street or change your path, do it. Don’t risk it. Your body knows.
If you can, buy a large umbrella and walk holding it. Studies say that predators are less likely to attempt an attack on someone that could fight back. Keys around your knuckles is fine but you’ll need to get very close to do damage. Umbrellas are more precise.
Avoid wearing headphones if you are alone on an empty street. Look aware.
Again: Stay. Away. From. Walls.
Entering an uber alone? Call your father (or anyone you trust) and say “hey dad! Yep, I’m almost there, I’m sending you the route.” outloud. Then proceed to send them the route so they can follow the uber drive. This will most likely intimidate the predator.
If you see someone in an uncomfortable or possibly dangerous situation, walk up to them and say “Betty, oh my god, I haven’t seen you in so long!”. If she gets slightly confused, you can whisper and let her know you’re trying to help and that she should follow along. Walk together to another station or away from where you are. The man will most likely not follow. I have done this one 2 times and can be very helpful.
If you are unsure she needs help, you can pass her a note saying something like “hey, I noticed this man beside you is making you uncomfortable. If you’d like help, fake a sneeze right now and I will come up to you and pretend we are friends.” This is a long note, but its an example. Be discrete. If she follows along, proceed with the previous tip. This is helpful when you’re in a crowded train and you notice harassment.
Help your sisters. Trust them. Trust yourself. Be safe.
I made this google doc covering 14 different self defense tips and tricks. it was made on January 15th, 2020 so it was before I decided I’d come back to tumblr jhjshdbjfh.
EVERY TIME I SEE THIS I REBLOG BECAUSE THIS IS SUPER IMPORTANT!!!!!
Just saw a video explaining why putting a key between each finger is more likely to hurt you than them (the keys will just get pushed back into your knuckles). A better way to hold them is to get your longest key and just clench your hand around it, like you’re making a fist. That’ll give you a lot more force and means you can use them in more scenarios (if someone grabs you from behind, you can use the key this way)
If you are being followed, go to somewhere with high security like a jewellery store or a bar, if you can, and say what’s happening (the jewellery store and bar are best shots because they’re the most likely ones to believe you, the bar for obvious reasons and the jewellery store because there’s not likely to be a huge presence of toxic masculinity so you’ll be believed)
I hate it so much that i have to reblog this and that we still need this, but it’s so important!! Please everyone (yes also boys/men/enbys/genderfluids/everyone) stay safe out there!!
-if you’re walking alone w/ headphones in, either have one earbud out at all times or have the music/podcast/audiobook/whatever you’re listening to on low and always listen for footsteps or other noises coming from behind you
-If there is a strange looking man in front of your building who doesn’t live there, walk around the block until he leaves so he can’t figure out that you live there and so he can’t kidnap you
-if a man is groping you against your will, go for the balls. always go for the balls. It’ll 1) hurt like hell, and 2) shock him to the point where you can probably run away and get help.
1: if you’re reading a book with a large number of pages, you know, those BIG ONES, or with the hard cover, don’t leave it at home and never bring outside. I’m not saying to bring it everywhere, but if you are going to any possible dangerous places alone, bring them, in a purse or even by hand (to show it to everyone). Believe me, if you hit someone with it, it will hurt them!!
2: hairspray works just like pepper spray
3: if your being attacked, and you don’t have any pointed objects, neither training, put your fingers on the predators eyes and press it. With all your strength, it will leave them blind or disabled. Use it only if your life is in risk!
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5: the iPhones have a great setting that if you press it will call police, send them photos of your back and front cameras and send a message to the contacts you select saying your in danger; press 5times the “turn off” button and it will appear -sometimes you have to activate it before-
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I’m so happy to share these tips.
Don’t ignore pls it might save your of someone else’s life
I was thinking about this post again and how people say we need to teach our boys and men to be better. So if you, like me, are a guy who’s horrified by everything you’ve just read, heres some things i was taught to make the women (and everyone else!) around you feel safer
1. If you’re on a dark and quiet street, stay out of other peoples personal space. If you have to pass someone, ideally cross the road to do so but if you can’t, give them a wide berth. (think keeping 6 feet apart from COVID regulations) If you’re coming up behind someone, make some kind of noise so you don’t accidentally sneak up on them. Cough or talk on the phone.
2. Don’t accidentally follow people. If you’ve noticed you’ve made the same few turns as someone, they probably have as well. Take a detour or cross the road. If you come out of somewhere like a bus stop with a few other people, walk quickly so you get in front of them.
3. Where possible, don’t approach random women for help. This is a known kidnapping technique. Approach a friendly looking man or call someone you know/emergency services.
4. Get Consent. There is no situation where you are entitled to someone else’s body. To elaborate on this, you need Enthusiastic consent. If she says yes but shes drunk, or you had to guilt her into it, or she said it reluctantly, or her body language says no, then that’s not consent. This concept applies to plenty of nonsexual situations as well.
5. Look after your female friends. Offer to walk them home. You may not think you can do a lot but another person being there could be enough to put off a would be attacker (I’m a massive softie but im sure my 6'2" silhouette would make someone think before messing with my 5'7" friend) Get in the habit of asking them to text you when they get home safe and other similar measures like location sharing if they are comfortable with that.
6. Be patient and understanding of the things women have to do to stay safe. Don’t be offended if your date has to send a photo of you/your license plates to her friend. Don’t complain that your friend always wants you to walk her home. An inconvenience to you could mean life or death to her. Take your friends’ concerns seriously. If they tell you they feel unsafe they probably are and you should do what you can to get them out of that situration
7. Finally, read all the self defence tips above and take them seriously. Your maleness does not make you immune to these kind of attacks, even if they are mainly targetted at women. It never hurts to have a plan to keep yourself and those around you safe.
I hope this was helpful, and keep in mind these tips could apply to all genders and orientations, even though i’ve aimed it at straight men.
well mnemona is the major fairy of memory and she uses various elements of nature like sand and water to reveal certain memories (psychometry)! i really love it omg you drew her so well! thank you so much and see you at art fight!
helloe i am back after so many months! i am here to request a sycamore x reader wherein sycamore takes care of a mentally exhausted/burnt out reader (tooooootally not self indulgent)
you can get your creative juices flowing with this one. have fun and keep up the good work !!! 🥰
Thanks so much for the request! It gave me the perfect excuse to not only write about Sycamore-one of my top characters to write about if not my top one right now-again, but it also gave me the perfect opportunity to combine your idea with one of mine that had been brewing.
Consequently this fic is also inspired by President Macron interrupting a speaker on stage at a summit.
I really hope you enjoy it and that it offers you some comfort with what you are going through. :)
Augustine Sycamore's fingers cannot help but fidget and his brain cannot help but whir anxiously, his thoughts rotating like the blade of a wind turbine, every possible consequence of what he desires to do next coming to him.
You might be angry with him, that is what he cannot help but think and that is the reason he is still sat there, undecided, bound by his last ties of restraint, rather than storming the stage. Embarassed too-he would not wish to make you feel such an emotion and something inside him crumples now like the wrapper of the biscuit that he'd had with his milky tea before he'd entered the conference hall in Lilycove. The biscuit had been shaped like a Slakoth, he remembers, possibly in an encouragement for anyone who ate it to try and relax. He should have given one to you he thinks, before he shakes his head free of such useless ideas, his dark hair brushing against the collar of his blue shirt as he does such a thing and tries to focus on the present. You do not need a biscuit. You are on stage with your band of female researchers, trying to tell the world about why they should care about climate change and how you have concluded that its very real effects are in fact making Pokémon who Mega Evolve less strong, Pokémon in their normal forms weaker and that in turn is making the combined strength of Pokémon and their human partners less and less able just on bond alone to deal with all the challenges that lie ahead. It is very interesting even though you don't seem able to display the information in your usual charismatic way-relying a lot on the screen behind you. Augustine feels a twinge of worry about you again. Although he has picked your brain numerous times about the topic before, being very interested in anything that involves Mega Evolution himself, he does think that the people who have never heard it should be listening. Not talking in little groups or on their Rotom Phones as they are doing. Irritation churns through him like a rising tide as he looks around at them all-you have given so much of yourself to prepare for this day, the very least people can do is give you the courtesy of listening, to show you some respect, but they seem to have greater priorities.
He stands. His greatest friend Sophie, who is also invaluable to him back in the lab at Kalos, makes a sound of surprise and attempts to grab at his sleeve and pull him back into his seat. It is the way that your words falter and your eyes find his, however, that makes Augustine freeze.
A cool burst of air comes from nowhere, passes him and he remembers the previous night-he'd been so excited to see you. He hadn't had much chance to in previous months-from your launch base of the Pokémon lab in Littleroot Town you'd been travelling across many of the different regions, trying to prove a pattern for your hypothesis. He'd last seen you during your stop in Kalos, which, for the sake of your relationship, you'd tried to draw out for as long as possible and Augustine remembers that time as a golden one, full of sweet, tender kisses. There'd been phone calls after that, but they had been increasingly short, with you making, what he has since realized, excuses in order to not give him an inkling of the toll everything has been taking on you. When he'd hugged you last night, as soon as he'd seen you in the museum where the conference is being held and before he'd properly even looked at you and then pulled back again, he'd been shocked. Your face had been more drawn than what he'd remembered it being and your eyes devoid of their usual vitality. You looked like you'd been crying and even your attempt at a brave smile for him had not been able to decieve him for any longer. Without hesitation he'd wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin against the top of your head.
"It will be all right now," he'd told you as he'd squeezed you. He had been determined to make it so. You'd let out a gurgle against him and he'd held on to you for as long as he'd been able to-no one, aside from Sophie, knows about your relationship and that is another reason why, in the present, he is reluctant to storm the stage, he does not want rumours spreading, does not want to do anything to hurt or upset you, not when you are already feeling so vulnerable.
You'd given him another brave smile as you'd drawn apart from one another and the rest of the evening with you had been a bit more normal, aside from you being quieter as you'd eaten with each other-this had only stopped when you'd put on a smile for anyone who'd come over to talk to either of you-and when you had, had to disappear to have a meeting with your team. He'd missed you then, his body and mind greedy for your presence after months of absence, but he'd understood that as senior researcher the night before a big presentation there would always be a need for you to go off and smooth out any last minute problems. He'd longed then, just for a moment and as much as he enjoys his work, for a time when there might be less pressure on you both, when you might be able to be beside him every day and night.
With a sigh he'd left the dirty crockery from the pair of you behind and headed for his room at Cove Lily Motel, suddenly not interested in the socializing and drinking that would be taking place between all those attending the conference if there was no chance of at least glimpsing you in between it all and possibly brushing his hand against yours at the most as you'd passed and feeling a shot of electricity that would have done as much for him as if he'd had coffee.
After an hour or so where he'd grumbled to himself about the basic facilities-something that would usually have been enough for him but suddenly had not been-and absentmindedly flicked restlessly around the TV channels whilst he'd lounged on the hard bed there had suddenly come a shy knock on the door. He'd welcomed it and sprung up immediately. He'd pulled you in by your wrist as soon as he'd seen you there and you'd smiled, dropped the bags that you'd brought with you and happily indulged in a few kisses with him against the shut door, before you'd softly pushed him away from you. You'd smiled apologetically at his questioning glance and then carried on with your preparation for the morning, going back and for between the bags, putting papers here and there, booting up your laptop and checking the contents of your USB stick. Augustine had allowed you the space to do this, had retreated to the bed, had watched you intently as you'd fluttered around like an overgrown Vivillon and had not even pretended to be doing anything else when you'd felt his eyes on you and had looked at him, he'd just met your own with a cool stare, but when, after he'd already gotten ready for bed you had shut down your laptop with a tired kind of nod and then made to check on all your papers and start the entire cycle all over again he'd gotten up cat-like from the bed and swiftly stalked over there, preventing your hand from unzipping one of your bags again.
"Non," he'd told you sternly.
"I just need to check-I'm struggling to get my thoughts in order. I'm tired I guess. I need to make sure I have everything to review in the morning, before the presentation." You'd met his eyes with your own unfocused ones.
"You are struggling because you are more than tired-you are dead on your feet," he'd huffed. You'd opened your mouth to protest."I am sure you are well prepared by now and it is too late if you are not." You'd scowled at him, before you'd looked guilty when a yawn had overcome you a moment later. He'd smiled at you tenderly, before he'd nodded at the bathroom. Reluctantly you'd gathered up your toiletries and gone there.
He'd watched lazily from the bed as you'd emerged a few minutes later and changed into your pyjamas, recording every tantalizing sight of your flesh with his eyes, his body stirring pleasantly and when you'd come to join him he'd swatted your hand away as you'd made to reach for the laptop that you'd left on the bedside cabinet.
"But I need to put it away!" you'd protested with half a laugh.
"Tomorrow," he'd purred. "It can be done then." He'd given your wrist a light tug and, consenting, you'd finally allowed yourself to be drawn into the bed. You'd pulled the duvet over you with your free hand and let out a breath as you'd come to partially rest against Augustine's covered chest. You'd played with one of the buttons on his pyjama top and become aware of the increase in both of your heart beats as he'd met your lips for a passionate open-mouthed kiss, which had slowly morphed into a series of smaller, but no less meaningful kisses, the spark still there between you.
At somepoint your hand had stilled and you'd pulled away to rest your head against his chest instead. Augustine had observed you fall asleep a few moments later, completely overcome with exhaustion and had ceased to stroke at your hair, worried that he might disturb you if he continued. It had not been long before sleep had carried him away as well and at somepoint in the night your bodies must have turned towards each other for that is how he had woken up that morning, with you being the first thing he'd seen.
"I'm sorry," you'd murmured when you'd opened bleary eyes just minutes later and looked as if you hadn't had much sleep. His eyebrow had lifted questioningly. "I can't have been great company last night...maybe I will be better later on? I just feel so tired at the moment..."
"I think you have been that way for some time," he'd murmured. It had not been in an unkind way but you'd taken it in that manner.
"I'm sorry," you'd repeated more insistently. He'd pressed a finger to your lips.
"I don't need an apology. I just wish you had been honest. Honest about wearing this exhaustion for so long. I would have understood. I might even have been able to help." He'd let go of you and had sat up. You'd begged for forgiveness by nuzzling against him and the pair of you had leant back against the headboard. He'd begun to run his fingers soothingly through your hair, before he'd noticed that you'd gone all quiet and thoughtful again. "What is it?" he'd prompted. "Tell me what is on your mind? Be honest now."
"It's just"-you'd peered up at him anxiously-"What if the work I've done isn't good enough? What if people think it's stupid? Too obvious?" He'd drawn a little away from you so that he'd been able to look at you properly. "I-I've spent so much time on it, time I could have spent with you, friends, family, what if-?" He'd caught your hand as you'd lifted it to swipe away some of the fresh tears that had fallen and held it firmly with his own. He'd bent his head and kissed it, before he'd looked at you levelly again.
"They won't think it's stupid." You'd looked at him full of hope and as if you'd wanted to believe in his words. "I don't think it's stupid."
"But you"- You'd looked down rather bashfully then as if to say he would say that.
"I am not biased," he'd said with such tenderness that it had got you to look back at him. "Anyone who listens today will be able to tell that you care and should be behind your mission. I truly believe that. Will it get people to change their behaviour? I cannot say." You'd lowered your eyes and bitten at your lip. That of course was a problematic point for you-you'd been driven by the want to get people to recognize that halting climate change was in their own interest and Augustine's heart had gone out to you again as he'd seen how much you were dedicated to the cause. "I hope it will," he'd finished and you'd looked at him fondly, before you'd leant against him again and dropped your head down upon his shoulder.
You'd slumbered there until he'd had to usher you into action.
All of that is why Augustine is feeling particularly protective and mad at the rude behaviour of those people who choose to talk or look at things on their phones rather than listen to you in the present-he knows that if your tiredness won the fight in that moment you would keel over right on the stage and he can't let that be the only reason people pay attention.
He finds himself moving forwards regardless of what people might think or even what you might. He prises the microphone gently from your fingers, eyeing your expression, which tells him that you are struggling to make sense of things. He swivels around to face the audience. He can see that Sophie is on her feet and looking worried, but he does not intend to make a scene, just to say what he needs to.
"I don't know how many of you have noticed"-they have certainly become aware of his interruption-"But there are a team of very talented researchers up here trying to give a presentation on what they have been working on for many years." He looks around at the audience. "They have done us the honour of collecting all the information, processing the data and presenting it here. I for one would like to hear it and I am sure that many of you would as well, so let's aim for a better silence and try and treat them as we would like to be treated if we were the ones on this stage, shall we?" Augustine's eyes sweep around the hall yet again. Once he is satisfied that, for now at least, everyone is behaving themselves, he turns back to you. "I am sorry ma belle," he says under his breath and away from the microphone, which he passes back to you, "But I just had to. I could not bear the rudeness." He meets your eyes, expecting an embarrassed kind of confusion to be on your face perhaps, but instead you are wearing a blazing kind of expression that he finds hard to decipher. He does not believe it to be anger and feels a slight hope. Then you drop the microphone, which twangs with noise as it hits the floor, grab him instead and kiss him hard, so much so that he actually staggers back a little, but thankfully not off the stage.
Behind him he is aware of people gasping, taking photos, video and of Sophie no doubt folding into her chair and putting her head into her hands, before his mind goes blissfully blank and can only focus on the way you are kissing him-with your entire heart and soul. Tentatively he cups at your cheeks and kisses you back, unaware of anything until he feels a very insistent tugging on his arm, pulling him away from you. Both dazed you separate and he becomes aware that it is Sophie who is there. Looking very much as if she won't condone any discussion in that moment she leads you both backstage. The coward that he is he lets you go first, noticing that you look a little surly and defensive as you do so.
"This is so typical of the both of you!" Sophie turns on the pair of you. "It is one thing for you to interrupt"-she glowers at him-"But quite another for you to reveal your relationship at such an inappropiate time"-
"It doesn't matter," you declare, your voice as hard as steel and your words seem to reverberate around Augustine who begins to feel a slight sense of panic. Sophie too looks surprised for you are usually polite and get on well with her.
"So you are happy are you?" she takes offence. "That all anyone will be talking about now is not the presentation that you have worked so hard on but the fact that you are together? What do you think everyone in Littleroot Town will think? What do you think your parents will? Won't they believe that you have thrown all your hard work away?"
You look stung and Augustine's hand flutters helplessly by his side-he does not want the pair of you to fight and yet he doesn't seem able to do anything to prevent it. "I don't care," you say, your voice thick with unshed tears. "I just want the bloody thing to be over with. It makes no difference to me anymore." Augustine and Sophie exchange a concerned glance at your words. "It's not like anyone was listening"-
"Of course they were," Sophie sounds astonished. "Don't be such a"- she falters and Augustine winces.
"A what? A child?" You look at her fiercely for a moment as if daring her to say more, before you stalk off.
"Where are you going?" Sophie calls after you.
"To get my laptop," you grumble, leaving them both with an unpleasant taste in their mouths.
"What is going on with her?" Sophie rounds on Augustine who lifts his hands up to defend himself. "If I got upset and packed everything in every time people haven't taken me seriously"-
"I"-
"That is not the passionate woman who I have met before." Sophie points, her Kalosian accent thickening. "That is a shell."
"I-I think she is just tired"-
"That is more than just tiredness," Sophie hisses at him. "How could you not have noticed that things have gotten so bad?
"I"-
"She needs help Augustine. She needs time off. Proper time off. Maybe you should go away with each other? I can handle things at the lab for a time and notify the rest of her team from Littleroot about her absence."
Augustine's shoulders slump a little, before he nods. "Oui, I think that might be for the best. Doing something different might get her je ne sais quoi back again." Sophie looks at him as if to say it better.
He goes off to find you, but you have already retrieved your laptop and are nowhere in sight. Pushing down the surging panic that he feels he moves swiftly, looking around for you all the time.
Finally he finds you back in his room at the motel.
"The receptionist gave me the spare key," you explain but Augustine doesn't care about that now. Not when your eyes are red-rimmed. Not when you are sitting on the bed packing. You scoot over a little and he sits down beside you. For a moment you don't say anything. "That was a disaster wasn't it?"
"It could have gone better," he ventures, scratching at the stubble on his chin and you look at him, feeling grateful that he is not attempting to sugarcoat it.
"I better head back to Littleroot. Explain myself." You gesture to the packing.
"I am sure Professor Birch will be understanding."
You make a scoffing noise. "Understanding that I messed up the one big opportunity he gave me? He will confine me to the lab if he has any sense." You look regretful, but Augustine senses that like himself you know Birch wouldn't really do such a thing, being such a lover of the outdoors himself.
"I just meant that I am sure he will understand what it is like to care so much about something that it ends up going pear-shaped in spite of your best efforts. Maybe even because of them."
"So I should not care?" You look at him with a kind of desperate heat now.
"Care yes. Run yourself ragged over it no"-
"You are a fine one talking. The amount of times that Sophie says you fall asleep at your desk and complain of a bad back the next day"-
"That is not"-
"We can't all be discovering Zygarde Cubes at a ridiculous young age Augustine! Some of us can't be anyone's protégé. We just have to struggle and if that means getting tired because of it then"- you blurt out, before you look regretful when you see his changing expression. "I-I did not mean"-
"Yes you did." He gets up and takes a couple of steps forwards to create some distance between the two of you. He takes one deep breath and then another. You stand up. He can feel your hand reaching uncertainly towards his back, but in the end you do not touch him and he does not know whether to feel relieved or disappointed by the fact. "I did not find the Zygarde Cube because I was anyone's protégé"-
"I know. I'm sorry."
"I found it through my own hard work. You can call it a lucky accident if you like, but"-
"I would never. I just"-
"I have struggled too." He turns and meets your eyes firmly.
"I know you have." You look deeply apologetic.
"You might wish that you had my career sometimes, but I am sure that when it comes down to it you would not have wanted to go through what I have." Knowing that he is referring to the whole mess with Lysandre you shake your head. "I would appreciate it if you would stop pushing me away. I am on your side ma belle." He takes your hand lightly so that only the tips of your fingers rest against the top of his.
You draw your hand away and sink back down on the bed again, your eyes full of tears. "I am a mess," you announce to no one in particular anxiously.
He studies you for a moment. "You understand that this is not normal? Not a normal amount of tiredness?" You nod and he lets out a small breath of relief. "Sophie thinks you should go on holiday. That we both should. Together."
"And what do you think?"
"I think it might be helpful. That doing different things might make the things you would normally like enjoyable to you again."
"But-?" you ask him tentatively.
"I think this is something that only you can do alone. I can support you, but I can't be your cure. It would not be healthy for either of us in the long-term. Does that make sense?" You nod, feeling that if you had not pushed him away he might have been keener on the idea and regretting your actions all the more. "I will always be here for you." He draws you up into his arms and you take solace from his comforting presence for the few moments that you have left together, already wanting to be reunited again and this time hopefully in better circumstances.
yowch that hit me hard HAHHAAHHAHAHA but yes, this is the type of fanfic i've been looking for a while (given my current situation) so thank you so much! now i need me a sycamore in real life to comfort me like this ❤️ thank u so much again and keep up the good work!!
some of my favorite screenshots i took while i was chilling with my pokemon!
my pokemon featured in the photos are beanie the meganium, lilo the vivillon, jumpfire the talonflame, slayer the absol (who decided to not join the rest of the party so i only took a solo pic of her), pinkie the ampharos, shiny flabebe, and shiny pidgey!
so far, i caught 3 shiny pokemon, those being pinkie the ampharos (guaranteed shiny mareep in wild zone 1), shiny flabebe that i found in wild zone 3 while shiny hunting, and shiny pidgey i randomly found on a rooftop
so far, i am enjoying this open world type or gameplay !!!
hello everyone, i hope anyone who is reading this is doing well. i just wanted to explain why i almost have little to no artworks posted every month and why i don't do art compilations anymore this past few months.
to be honest, i haven't been doing well. i'm struggling to keep my thoughts organized and i am also struggling with procrastination and overthinking. in addition to that, self-deprecating thoughts.
i feel like recently (especially with obey me birthdays), art isn't really a hobby, it's more of an obligation for me to keep on posting. i just feel drained whenever i draw. i also feel like i'm not improving. i feel like i'm not catching up to others my age. i feel so emotionally immature. i don't really like this feeling, really, but i can't stop this mindset for some reason.
hopefully, i can recover from this state soon enough so i can start posting regularly again. thank you for reading :)
And then the angel whispered to himself, "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. As I kneel before Your throne; chest dripping with my blood, I know deep down that I'll do it again for them."
a redraw of my very first tumblr post i published a little over a year ago
i know that the last year's one looks better because of my rendering style but imo, my new one tells a better story rather than my old one (cuz last year, i didn't want to cover up faces and draw full bodies)
Hey just wanted to let you know that there's this tiktok person going around who's posting disgusting obey me stuff like gore and AI generated stuff that supports p3doph!lia and they've used some of your art in their videos
I'm just trying to spread awareness about it and keep the fandom safe and friendly is all, please report them if you haven't! ( The link to their tiktok account to report: https://www.tiktok.com/@theproxyspaam ?lang=es-419 )
Hiyaaa!! Thank you for letting me know and for your concern, it truly does mean a lot how many people have approached me about this 💖
I don't use tiktok at all nowadays so I'm not sure if there's anything I can do from my end, but I would encourage anyone who uses it to go report the account! Please be careful if you do though, the account has a lot of gore among other things
Additionally, I urge you to not interact with the account whatsoever. Clearly this is a person who is deeply unhappy with their own life and gets off on being annoying, so just report, block and move on with your life! Go look at lovely pictures of The Character, life is beautiful <3 or send Yuki a dialuci ask if you have the spare time
Let's use these shitty circumstances to uplift our own people instead of focusing on weirdos like that
do you think detective pikachu should have had the galar starters appear to promote pokemon sword and shield since the movie was released in 2019?
hmmm that would be a cool idea but i think it would be pretty redundant cuz it focuses more on the original 151 pokemon with some appearances of other pokemon from other regions (e.g. aipom)
additionally, detective pikachu released on may 2019 while the pokemon swsh games released on november 2019. if we were to add the galarian starters in the movie, some other pokemon from galar should also be put in the movie to make them not seem out of place. if people saw the upcoming pokemon in this movie, they would be spoiled and if we see the realistic pokemon designs and apply them to the galarian pokemon, 😬😓ehhh no thank you eughhhhh
worst case scenario, sales may go down (though it's incredibly unlikely, if we apply these changes)
i do see some potential ways here, like adding the galar starters as background pokemon or a short closeup shots of them going on with everyday lives
in conclusion, it does have potential but it eliminates the excitement factor on the upcoming games (imagine it's 2018-early2019 right now) so it would probably not get accepted. good idea for upcoming movie ideas though!
