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Not only do I agree with what a lot of people have said but also

One of the reasons people love him is because of that one (2? 3 technically??) sprite (I started to love him A LOT because of that sprite)

And yet I don't see that many people portray him as a bit of a (not evil but definitely not sound in the head) lunatic??

Like yea his sole reason for all of this is because he doesn't wanna be abandoned but also that smile and grabby hands are NOT innocent

GUYS. GUYS. PLEASE. stop mischaracterizing tenna PLEASE I BEG. HE IS NOOTTT JUST A PATHETIC PUSHOVER PLEASE. he is evil and manipulative AND CONTROLLING. HES PATHETIC IN THE EVIL "im taking advantage of your feelings" WAY. HE WOULD NOT BE A STUTTERING MESS GENUINELY HE WOULD ONLY DO IT TO PLAY WITH YOUR FEELINGS. IF UR GONNA GO OFF OF HIS INGAME LINES LOOK AT ALL OF THEM. this is all i ask of you tenna fandom. we have a perfect evil character on our hands and you're FUMBLING MAKING HIM A KICKED PUPPY PLEASEE STOP

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I've seen some people say that he'd be jealous if you liked other shows but, considering he talks about Kris liking cartoons, probably anything 80's tv is related to him. And I feel like he'd love it if you yapped about the shows you like.

░ ⚠️ Mild spoiler warning for Transformers IDW (But it's stuff that most people already know)‼️

And I'm just thinking of, if you like Transformers and brought it up to him, he'd be "Oh, I love Transformers! Catch me up on it", and he's all excited, but then you tell him about the 2005 IDW comics . like . what do you mean Megatron was actually a miner who revolted against an oppressive system and tyrannical leader . what do you mean the reason why Shockwave looks like that is cuz the same system had his head and hands replaced with that so everyone knows to shun him . what do you mean they can technically procreate . what's an mpreg

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Fun things to do with your Cybertronian

No. 6

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Imagine if you were cleaning around the house and then just randomly put those lace napkins on his head like a grandma . like cutting a hole for his antennas too . and in the dark world he has it on too . sjbgjdjfjfjfdkjf

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Don't Go Anywhere (Tenna x Reader)

Summary: “...Those scandalous tapes you rented from the video store… We watched them together late at night, when everyone in the house was asleep. Do you remember that? I do.”

You're a total TV addict who needs to get a job. But how does the TV feel about that?

~2k words

How long has it been since you’ve gotten up from the couch? Maybe… A day? Less? More? It’s hard to tell when you’re watching TV. No better form of escapism seems to exist, nothing quite so perfectly mind-numbing. But there in the corner of your eye is the Classifieds section of the newspaper, nagging you. You’d sworn to yourself that you’d have a job lined up by the end of the month. 

Sighing, you pick up the paper and begin to peruse the job listings, even this small act costing you so much effort. You spend a little while leafing through the newspaper, until the TV’s volume seems to increase on its own, blaring an infomercial: 

“Tired of feeling pressured? Afraid of being pushed out of your comfort zone? Now, you don’t have to…” You look up and notice the picture on the screen warping slightly.

“Ugh, not again,” you whine, getting up to smack the TV on its side a few times, a crude fix-all that usually seems to do the trick. Frustrated, you turn off the TV and resume your job search, eventually managing to schedule an interview for tomorrow. The job itself is nothing special, but hey, it gets your roommates off your back. You end the day watching reruns of your favorite sitcom, That 70’s Big Bang Fresh Prince of Full House, its witty quips and laugh tracks lulling you into sleep. 

As you doze off, the sound from the sitcom becomes more distant, more muted until you find yourself suspended in perfect silence, surrounded by nothing but pitch blackness. You gasp when you hear a voice from behind you - it sounds fuzzy, like a worn-out tape.

“That hurt, you know,” it says. 

You turn around, your eyes strained by a bright rectangle of light. A pair of hands come to rest on your shoulders before you can back away. “No need to fear,” the voice hums, softer this time. “The show’s about to start!” The hands on your shoulders move up to your face, where they gently nudge your mouth into a smile. “So let’s turn that frown upside down, hm?” 

“I-what? The show?”

“Yes, silly, the SHOW! Now, Mike, let’s hit those lights!”

Again, you have to squint your eyes as the lights come on, transforming the darkness into a dated talk show set complete with cityscape backdrop and fake plants. You’re left standing there awkwardly to acclimate to the sensory overwhelm of it all - the cloying audience, the loud music, the bright colors… And, of course, the humanoid television dancing at center stage, soaking up every ounce of praise from his sea of fans. 

“Aaaaand welcome back to another exciting episode of Mr. Tenna LIVE! Folks, we’ve got a great show here for you tonight!! But first…”

Mr. Tenna, as he calls himself, sneaks his arm around your waist and pulls you against his side.

“...Let’s introduce our very charming guest! Lover of TV, aspiring employee… Thanks SO much for coming on the show!”

Tenna points his microphone towards you and gives you a hopeful smile. “Come on now, don’t be shy,” he coos while pulling you closer with a quiet insistence. 

You clear your throat, the sound echoing unceremoniously. “You’re welcome,” you begin, your gaze darting between Tenna and his expectant audience. You’re quite certain this is a dream, but that doesn’t completely quell your stage fright. “Didn’t have much of a choice, but… Yeah! Great to be here.” The audience’s reaction seems disproportionately enthusiastic, loud cheering and music filling the space around you. 

“Aren’t they just lovely, folks? Yes, they LOVE being here! With me…” Tenna finally releases you, only to start rubbing the side of his head in exaggerated misery. “But don’t be fooled, ladies, gents, and germs,” he adds, pointing directly at you, a mischievous look on his screen. “This one here is feisty! Smacked me right upside the head!!” 

A drawn out gasp from the crowd punctuates Tenna’s monologue. You look down at your feet, feeling a bit guilty for whacking your TV earlier. How were you supposed to know it was going to come into your dreams and will itself into corporeality? 

“Oh, the things I go through for love, folks,” Tenna laments, his antennae drooping as he clutches his chest in a bid for sympathy, “Poor ol’ Mr. Tenna, too loyal for his own good…”

Thoroughly guilt-tripped, you mumble out an apology which causes Tenna to immediately perk up, a goofy grin spreading across his screen. “You really mean it?” He spins on one heel to face you, leaning forward and casting a long shadow over you. 

“Then all our lovely guest must do is say, ‘I’m sorry for hitting you, Mr. Tenna!’” Again, the microphone is stuck in front of your face.

“I… I’m sorry for hitting you, Mr. Tenna?”

As you comply and recite the apology, Tenna fiddles with his tie in anticipation, getting some kind of satisfaction from your obedience. He steps closer to you, causing you to instinctively retreat. 

“Very good,” Tenna praises, tilting your chin upwards as the microphone is once again held close to you. “But I think we can do even better than that, don’t you? Let’s hear it again… Like you mean it.” Despite the firmness of his words, that goofy smile remains on Tenna’s screen, so conveniently unaware of his own intimidating nature.

“I’m sorry for hitting you, Mr. Tenna,” you say with more conviction. You’re forced to take another step backwards as Tenna advances even closer, until you’re backed into the chair behind you. All you can do is watch as he places his hands on either side of your armchair, leaning in even closer so that you can feel the static emanating from him. It’s that warm, electric feeling you get when you’re right up against a CRT screen.

Tenna remains in this position until his static electricity makes your hair stand on end. “There. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” 

Before you can say anything, Tenna is already facing the audience again, reaching over to gently smooth down your staticky hair in a petting motion. “But who could ever hold a grudge against our charming guest? Not me!”

Waving and bowing to his adoring audience, Tenna makes his way to the desk adjacent to your chair, ready to assume the role of talk show host. You can’t help but feel endeared by how desperately he emulates the many charismatic hosts and actors you’ve watched on TV. 

“Now, then,” Tenna says, shuffling a stack of cue cards. He tries to slick back his antennae, but they instantly stand back up like loaded springs. “Why don’t you tell us about this EXCITING new job opportunity?” 

“Ah, well, it’s not that exciting… Just some office job. I’m supposed to interview for it tomorrow. Guess my roommates are sick of me lazing around and watching TV all day.” You give a self-deprecating chuckle. 

In response, Tenna starts applauding, the crowd obediently following suit. “Well, now, isn’t that something?! Let’s make some noise for our guest, everybody!”

You lower your head, unaccustomed to this level of praise, especially for something as mundane as a job interview.

“You say it’s ‘not all that exciting’, dear guest, but think about what comes after this - a new job, new responsibilities, and BOOM! Your life is totally different!” Tenna takes a contemplative sip from what you’re pretty sure is a totally empty mug. “Isn’t that swell? No more of that lousy free time! No more video games! No more movies! And no more That 70’s Big Bang Fresh Prince of Full House!” 

You notice Tenna’s fist clench slightly on his desk, crumpling his cue cards even as he keeps smiling at you. The other hand plays anxiously with his right antenna. Meanwhile, you’re feeling some anxiety of your own - you hadn’t thought about how much of your time and your hobbies would be sacrificed. 

“Well, it’s not as if I’d lose ALL of my time-”

“It was a good run we had,” Tenna interrupts, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms behind his head in reminiscence. “Oh, folks, how I’ll miss it!!”

“Listen, we can still-”

The audience groans in canned sympathy as Tenna suddenly rises from his desk and tosses his cue cards behind him like sad confetti. “Remember how we stopped time’s cruel advances? Beating those old high scores, laughing at your favorite movies?”

You look on, slightly unnerved as Tenna begins to circle around your armchair. He continues nostalgia baiting you relentlessly, and you know you don’t stand a chance of getting a single word in. “I always loved having your eyes on me, how you’d tell yourself ‘just one more episode’ and struggle to stay awake, just so you could look at me a few moments longer.”

“You’re not listening to me,” you protest, moving to get up from the chair. But somehow, you failed to notice that the entire time Tenna was circling you, the cord of his microphone was wrapping itself around you. Now, you’re hopelessly bound to the chair, unable to escape this pity party.

Tenna tugs on his microphone a couple times, ensuring that you’re held in place with a self-satisfied smirk. “And who could forget our more… Private times?” This earns a teasing “ooooooh” from the audience while Tenna moves behind your chair, looking down at you. “Your favorite celebrity was on MTV one day… You were so enamored that you kissed the screen.”

Another “oooh” from the crowd, to your embarrassment. The heat and brightness of the stage lights suddenly feels oppressive in its intensity. You feel Tenna idly twirl a lock of your hair around his finger as he keeps humiliating you.

“...Those scandalous tapes you rented from the video store… We watched them together late at night, when everyone in the house was asleep. Do you remember that? I do.” Tenna’s voice lowers to a conspiratorial murmur. “You have no idea how… Honored I was to be there for you in those moments. To know that in some way, I was bringing you that pleasure.”

Your face flushes red at having these intimate, self-indulgent moments exposed in front of an audience. And yet, there’s also a faint sense of excitement at having shared those times with something… Or someone else. “Yes, I remember that,” you say quietly.

“Of.. Of course you do!” For a few seconds, Tenna goes rigid, a blush visible on his screen. Then, he scrambles back to center stage, all flailing arms and frantic steps, like he can’t contain himself. “Aaaaalrighty then, folks! Things are getting a little heated here,” he announces, attempting to return to his talk show host persona while tugging at the collar of his shirt. “Let’s hope the censors don’t take me off the air!”

The audience laughs while Tenna adjusts his tie, periodically looking back at you as if afraid you’ll disappear. His usual dopey smile seems more forced than ever, sharp teeth poking through that you hadn’t noticed before. “Now, everyone, I just know you’re gonna LOVE what we’ve got up next for you on Mr. Tenna LIVE! after these messages! Don’t go anywhere!!”

Right on cue, the curtain falls, separating you and Tenna from the audience. Without the crowd of adoring fans watching him, his demeanor becomes more unstable, more tense. He turns to face you as you struggle with the cord tied around you, his voice stern yet strained.

“...Don’t go anywhere.”

“I’m not,” you lie, fighting uselessly against your restraints while Tenna approaches you with slow, slightly trembling steps. He looms over you like a wilted flower, his posture drooping, his antennae collapsed.

“It’s a scary world out there, isn’t it? That’s why you love TV.” 

You’re abruptly pulled forward in your chair when Tenna pulls at the microphone cord, your body brought closer to his. He grins down at you, as if trying to make himself appear less threatening. “Gee, 8 hours a day in that world… How long until you recognize where you really belong? Not very long, I think.” 

You sit there frozen in front of Tenna, your body tense beneath the cord’s tight grip. But just as his words start to make you question yourself, you see him crumple to his knees before you, his final thread of composure coming undone. Where you were intimidated moments ago, you now feel something resembling pity.

“Baby, where did I go wrong? Is it… Is it because my warranty’s up…?”

Tenna grovels as if this were a tearful breakup, as if you could ‘break up’ with an electrical appliance. Even with the curtain closed and no watchful crowd, his emotions still feel a bit theatrical. Still, it’s hard not to feel a little sorry for him, the way he begs. “It’s not about you, I just need a job,” you try to explain.

“I get it, I really do,” Tenna sighs, finally freeing you from the tangle of cord. “You have better things to do now… Don’t let ol’ Tenna get in your way…” He waves you away even as he remains kneeling in front of you, blocking your path. His screen has powered off and lost its light, replaced with emptiness. 

Your mind fills with doubt and remorse the longer you witness Tenna’s pathetic display. He wasn’t wrong - you can’t really see yourself cutting your screen time in half just for some crummy job. “You know, I think I would miss my TV a lot if I had to work… Maybe I can skip the interview tomorrow, I would’ve hated that job anyway…” You rest your hand atop Tenna’s head, trying your best to be reassuring. 

Tenna visibly tenses at your touch and words of reassurance. He tentatively reaches up to place his hand atop yours. “You need me - I mean - you need TV, right…?” 

“I.. I need TV.” You hear Tenna shudder at your reply.

“And… And I still make you laugh and feel good?”

“Yes, you do.” 

Tenna leans into you, pressing into you slightly and leading your hand down to his ON/OFF switch.” Say it again. Say that you need… That you need TV.”

A small, more responsible part of you protests as you press down on Tenna’s on switch with purpose, holding it down for perhaps a moment longer than necessary. “I need TV, more than anything,” you say shamelessly, deciding to indulge him. “I don’t think anything could make me take my eyes off you…”

“O-oh,” is all Tenna can manage, that warm, static sensation brushing up against you as you release his on switch. After a moment’s delay, Tenna springs back to his feet, little happy jolts of electricity running through his antennae.

“Honey, I just love it when you turn me on!!”

With uncanny timing, the curtain swings open, the bright lights and lively energy returning to the space. To the audience’s delight, Tenna picks you up and hugs you close, swinging you around like a ragdoll in his joy and relief.

“And we are BACK, folks!! Our amazing guest has just come to the most wonderful conclusion!” Still holding you off the ground, Tenna looks down at you, blushing and grinning like a fool. “Promise me (and tonight’s audience!) you’ll stay tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay, yes, fine, I promise.” You feel a bit crushed by Tenna’s grip as he swings you around some more. You can feel wakefulness touching the edges of your consciousness as he sets you down, waving goodbye to you before turning to his crowd.

“Well, our guest is in luck, folks, because TV Guide promises a MARATHON of That 70’s Big Bang-”

You wake up before Tenna can finish saying the sitcom’s long-winded title. Rubbing your eyes, you sit up on the couch to find you’d fallen asleep in front of the TV again. “Oh, right, the interview…”

But before you can get up, you feel something holding you back. You picture all the time and effort that would go into preparing for that interview and slump back down, your hand reaching for the remote without conscious thought. A smile appears on your face when you open TV Guide, noticing a particularly interesting marathon on the schedule.

“Well, just a few episodes wouldn’t hurt, then it’s back to the grind,” you say to yourself, settling in to lose yourself in the TV screen. 

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Fun things to do with your human

No.3

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giggling, kicking my feet

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Humans look equipable to Cybertronians and a lot of them are about to press q

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Submas Pokemon Weaknesses and Resistances - A Guide

Hi everyone! I know type advantages are hard to keep track of in Pokemon, so I wanted to make a quick guide specifically for the boys’ teams to make fic writing easier. I know people like to make their fics as accurate as possible, but the Pokemon type chart is very convoluted and hard to keep track of and I’ve seen people get it wrong sometimes.

This is, like, just a super minor pet peeve of mine, but also please understand that if you’ve gotten it wrong in a fic, you’re SO valid. It took me a while to get used to the type chart! There is absolutely no judgement coming from me. ✌️

ANY TYPES THAT AREN’T LISTED UNDER A MON ARE NEUTRAL DAMAGE

If a resistance is listed as 1/4th damage, that means both the Pokemon’s types resist that type. Resistance makes a type do half damage normally.

Similarly, if a weakness is listed as 4x damage, both of its types are weak to that type. Weakness makes a type do double damage normally.

Main teams

Chandelure (Ghost/Fire):

Weak to: Ghost, dark, water, rock, ground

Resists: Fire (takes no damage if ability is Flash Fire and raises its special attack), Bug (1/4th damage), Bug, Steel, Poison, Fairy, Ice

Immune to: Normal and Fighting (and Fire if ability is Flash Fire)

Eelektross (Electric):

Weak to: NOTHING!!! Mold breaker earthquake Haxorus is a well-known joke, but I have seen fics in which the author does not take Levitate into account. Unless an opposing Pokemon has Mold Breaker, or Gravity is in effect, or Eelektross has been Smacked Down (there is a rock move called Smack Down that takes flying/levitating Pokemon out of the sky), or its ability has otherwise been negated, Eelektross has NO WEAKNESSES. If its ability has been negated, it is weak to Ground. Also Eelektross ONLY has Levitate as an ability, nothing else.

Resists: Electric, Flying, Steel

Immune to: Ground (see above)

Galvantula (Electric/Bug):

Weak to: Fire, Rock. Not Flying or Ground! Bug resists Ground and Electric resists Flying!

Resists: Fighting, Grass, Electric, Steel

Haxorus (Dragon):

Weak to: Dragon, Ice, Fairy

Resists: Fire, Water, Grass, Electric

Excadrill (Ground/Steel):

Weak to: Water, Fighting, Ground, Fire

Resists: Rock (1/4th damage), Bug, Dragon, Fairy, Flying, Normal, Psychic, Steel

Immune to: Electric, Poison

(Also extra fun fact… Excadrill’s hidden (rare) ability is Mold Breaker 😊)

Archeops (Rock/Flying):

Weak to: Water, Steel, Electric, Rock, ICE. Rock does not resist ice weirdly enough.

Resists: Fire, Flying, Normal, Poison, Bug (just half damage, Rock ALSO does not resist Bug).

Immune to: Ground

Also a casual reminder of Archeops’s only ability, Defeatist, one of the worst in the games, which halves Archeops’s attack and special attack when its health is below 50%.

Crustle (Bug/Rock):

Weak to: Rock, Steel, Water

Resists: Normal, Poison

(Bug/rock is such an interesting type combo…)

Klinklang (Steel):

Weak to: Fire, Fighting, Ground

Resists: here we go… Bug, Dragon, Fairy, Flying, Grass, Ice, Normal, Psychic, Rock, Steel. Steel is a REALLY GOOD defensive type.

Immune to: Poison

Durant and Escavalier (Bug/Steel):

Be ready for one of the WEIRDEST type combos in Pokemon.

Weak to: I cannot emphasize this enough: BUG AND STEEL TYPES ARE ONLY WEAK TO FIRE. It is also 4x damage because they are both weak to fire. Like I said, a weird type combination, but steel has so many goddamn resistances and bug has several WEIRD resistances (like ground and fighting) where they all just cancel out each other’s weaknesses just leaving us with the 4x damage to fire. These two Pokemon are the MAIN reason I wanted to make this post.

Resists: Grass (1/4th damage), Bug, Dragon, Fairy, Ice, Normal, Psychic, Steel

Immune to: Poison

Garbodor (Poison):

Weak to: Ground, Psychic

Resists: Fighting, Poison, Bug, Grass, Fairy

Accelgor (Bug):

Weak to: Rock, Flying, Fire

Resists: Fighting, Ground, Grass

Second friendly reminder that Accelgor can have the ability Hydration, that heals any status conditions when it’s raining!

Boldore (and by extension Gigalith, Rock):

Weak to: Fighting, Grass, Water, Ground, Steel

Resists: Fire, Flying, Normal, Poison

Gurdurr (and by extension Conkeldurr, Fighting):

Weak to: Psychic, Flying, Fairy

Resists: Bug, Dark, and Rock

Ingo’s Hisui Team

You know I can’t leave the squad out.

Gliscor (Ground/Flying):

Weak to: Ice (4x damage), Water

Resists: Fighting, Bug, Poison, Rock

Immune to: Electric, Ground

Tangrowth (Grass):

Weak to: Poison, Flying, Bug, Fire, Ice

Resists: Electric, Grass, Ground, Water

Magnezone (Electric/Steel):

Weak to: Ground (4x damage), Fire, Fighting

Resists: Steel (1/4th damage), Flying (1/4th damage), Electric, Bug, Dragon, Fairy, Grass, Ice, Normal, Psychic, Rock

Immune to: Poison

Probopass (Rock/Steel):

Weak to: Fighting (4x damage), Ground (4x damage), Water

Resists: Flying (1/4th damage), Normal (1/4th damage), Bug, Dragon, Fairy, Ice, Psychic, Rock

Immune to: Poison

When Probopass is just a Nosepass, it is pure Rock, and its resistances and immunities are the same as Boldore’s.

Alakazam (Psychic):

Weak to: Things humans are typically afraid of; Dark, Ghost, Bug.

Resists: Fighting, Psychic

Machamp (Fighting):

See also: Gurdurr lol

Weak to: Psychic, Flying, Fairy

Resists: Bug, Dark, and Rock

Lady Sneasler and the Sneaslets (Poison/Fighting):

Always good info to have ya know?

Weak to: Psychic (4x damage), Flying, Ground

Resists: Bug (1/4th damage), Dark, Rock, Fighting, Poison, Grass

Use this information wisely. Or not, I don’t care. Good luck with your writing/anything else you use this information for!

Also, if you have any questions/comments or think I got anything wrong, please let me know (politely) in the comments or in a reblog!

(Also I would super appreciate it if you’d reblog this post, it took a while and I’d love if it could reach as many people as possible so anyone who needs it could have it for reference!)

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It's over, isn't it? [x]

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submas blushing headcanons because i can't stop thinking about it-

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Ingo and Emmet Are Both Autistic and I Will Die On This Hill, Thank You Very Much

Hey, remember over a year ago when I wrote that post screaming into the void about how Emmet is autistic? Consider this an updated version of that post, because I really should have talked about how they both are.

Disclaimer: I am an autistic adult who went undiagnosed until age 20 despite a blatant love of steam locomotives so I don’t know how I was missed considering I had the single most stereotypical interest on the planet. (I’ll touch on that later.)

Anyhow, I’ll try to keep this brief (and will likely fail), but let’s get into how both Ingo and Emmet are autistic, actually.

this goofball Emmet

Emmet’s the more obvious one, which is why I wrote the initial post linked above. He clearly scripts, has trouble containing his sheer excitement about things (read: Doubles) to the point of bothering other people, has no filter, will happily infodump about strategy or the MTA rules if asked, and in the manga has an arm-swinging walk that’s visibly a stim if you know it. 

The scripting is evident when you fight him by himself, as his dialogue often feels stiff (in Japanese it’s more informal to contrast with his hyper-formal brother), but the line that always seals the deal for me is actually this, when Ingo asks him to put in a few words before a Multi Battle:

“Hi, this is a script and I have no idea what to actually say to strangers so I’m just going to infodump the MTA rules at you now.”

But under that script, he’s bouncing off the walls with excitement - if you beat him, he’ll drop the script a bit, his “verrrry” verbal tic comes out, and he’ll ask you to come back. You can see a bit more of his genuine excitement in Masters, when he tells the player how happy he is that he gets to try a ton of new strategy because on Pasio battles are 3 vs. 3 (i.e. Multi combined with Triples).

One of my favorite screenshots from Masters is from this little moment in their event, in which they’ve just realized Roark and Steven Stone are there:

Look at Emmet’s hands. He’s practically vibrating. He wants to fight Steven so badly.

As for his lack of filter…well, that we’ve covered, but it’s especially evident in the manga:

He just…says things without really thinking about it. And it’s great.

Pixiv’s Darling Ingo

No, he’s not neurotypical, I’m sorry. He infodumps too much to be.

Those dramatic speeches he does before battling? Those are indicative of scripting, too. He’s also using a lot of big words and weirdly formal language, something a lot of us have noted down when we’re diagnosed - we talk weirdly formally.

And oh, God, does this one infodump like a pro. When I first got his dialogue in Masters in which he infodumps about high-speed rail, I felt so goddamned seen.

(The real-life equivalents of what he’s talking about, the MagLev and TGV, are legitimately incredible, so I can’t blame him for this one bit because I am also excited about those things.)

Ingo also notably has ABSOLUTELY NO volume control, which is absolutely something a lot of autistic people (myself included) struggle with. I don’t realize how loud I am most of the time unless someone points it out to me. This is not always great, because I work in a library.

There’s also the “not smiling” thing, which Masters reveals he’s genuinely concerned about - a lot of autistic people don’t always display facial expressions equivalent to how we feel. Ingo tries to mask this by being over-expressive verbally, but people certainly do notice that he doesn’t smile much. (In Legends: Arceus, he’s finally allowed to smile for the first time in a game, and it’s actually really nice to see him get to do it.) A lot of the time, we’ll have to force the facial expressions people want to see from us, and it looks rather unnatural, so it’s nice to see a fictional character have the same problem for once.

Now, like I said I’d mention at the beginning of this post…

The train thing is a stereotype, but it’s one grounded in reality:

There’s no one definitive reason why so many of us do the train stuff, but we do. A lot of people think it’s the visual stimuli, or that trains run on a set schedule, giving us the routine we seek. Still others have proposed that it’s because trains are easily sorted into categories. Whatever it is - and it might be different for each of us - it’s there.

For me personally, I’m a history person (I literally have a history degree), and trains are actually a hobby I share with my dad, particularly steam locomotives. But I absolutely feel the draw that other autistic railfans feel to trains in general, and I don’t really know if I can put the feeling into words - I just really like seeing these well-engineered machines, knowing historical ones are being preserved, and longing for the day someone will allow me on the footplate so I can drive. I can’t fully explain the pull, but I feel the pull intensely.

Anyway, I have once again failed at keeping this short, because I can’t help but infodump about things, either. Whoops. So there you go, they’re both autistic, fight me.

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Random selection of Pokeguys with this old classic:

Character: “I wasn’t that drunk last night!”

“You were flirting with S/O.”

Character: “So? He’s my boyfriend.”

“You asked him if he was single.”

“And then cried when he said he wasn’t.”

… you guys know the one I’m talking about right? A big fandom meme but I can’t find the og, if there even was a non fandom-affiliated og. This is probably really convoluted for a shitpost lmao I’m sorry, this is just silly goofiness to me while I wait for requests and the guys here were just kinda picked by who I thought would be the most fun to write.

Content warnings: alcohol consumption and drunkenness

Adaman

💎 — Emotionally devastated but trying so hard not to show it

💎 — Considering he was sloppy-ass drunk enough to ask you, HIS BOYFRIEND, if you were single that’s not really something he’s doing great at

💎 — “Oh nooo that’s so… I’m sorry… oh noooo you’re just so pretty :(“

💎 — He stares vacantly off into the distance, holding back tears while you stare at him and wonder how long it’s gonna take for him to realize.

💎 — It’s kinda pathetic so you give up the joke and tell him the truth, to which he ACTUALLY bursts into tears.

💎 — “Hweuuuhhh Mighty Dialga is truly gracious and kind to have blessed me with your love I’m so luckyyyyyyyyy”

💎 — Just leans against you and sobs for a while, while you pet his hair and try to console him and insist this is real life, and that you’re sorry about the trick. Mai and Irida, who are watching the whole thing, are NOT sorry you pulled this one because it’s fucking hysterical

Melli

💙 — WAILS

💙 — Cue incoherent sobbing into your shoulder about why Mighty Dialga hates him so much that it would torment him with the ethereal beauty that you are that he’s forbidden to have

💙 — If only they existed in Hisui, you might want to grab a velvet chaise for him to lay on and sob dramatically in a very theatrical pose

💙 — When you finally give up the joke and tell him that the person you’re dating is, in fact, him, it’s like you just clicked the off switch. I mean, the tears are definitely still flowing but he shuts up instantly and stares at you like you’ve grown a second head.

💙 — Then starts fanning his face, still clearly crying while trying to look all smug and confident.

💙 — “HMMMMMPH of course I knew that, only I would be worthy of your company anyway” (still visibly crying a river)

💙 — Clings to your side the entire night and also looks like a pathetic wet rat while he does it

Red

🔥 — :(

🔥 — visible despair

🔥 — sad shinji meme

🔥 — he just kind of. sulks. pouting very dramatically.

🔥 — I mean good for you and whoever you’re seeing but he’s very drunk and to him you’re like the hottest man on earth right now??

🔥 — Eventually you put your arm around him and hit him with the “Red honey, I was talking about you. You’re the other person I’m seeing.”

🔥 — …

🔥 — :,D

🔥 — prommy????

Ingo

⚫️ — INSTANT ugly crying but not for the reason you think actually.

⚫️ — “WAUUGH PLEASE FORGIVE MY RUDENESS I DIDN’T MEAN TO IMPOSE I AM SO IGNORANT PLEASE TELL YOUR SIGNIFICANT OTHER I’M SORRYYYYYY”

⚫️ — I mean yeah, he’s also upset you’re apparently not single but all he can think about is how much he must have offended you and AUGH you’re so handsome and sweet and he was so clueless please don’t take it personally he doesn’t really know what’s gotten into him!!!

⚫️ — Probably the one you have to drop the joke the fastest with because you were NOT expecting this reaction at all and between all the sobbing and shouting you’re starting to worry about when the last time he actually took a breath was.

⚫️ — You end up needing to rub his back and scream your own apologies to him because you were only joking, the person you were dating is HIM!

⚫️ — At this he’s now just crying for a different reason, because he’s so lucky and you’re so handsome and he doesn’t know what he did to deserve this.

⚫️ — He calms down pretty fast after that, but never mention that incident to him again

⚫️ — He already doesn’t drink much and remembering how dramatic and off kilter he was being that night just has him actually wanting to curl up in a hole and just. Live there.

Emmet

⚪️ — “Oh! Okay then!”

⚪️ — You’re a bit surprised by his unfazed reaction for being absolutely piss drunk, but after delivering that line he immediately pivots on his heel and speedwalks the hell away.

⚪️ — You call his name at first, and when he doesn’t respond and also looks DEAD SET on leaving whatever event you guys are at, you have to run after him calling his name all the while.

⚪️ — Drunk Emmet thought process: Dear lord, I’ve made a horrible mistake. I am extremely embarrassed. I’m going to immediately vacate the area and probably never come back.

⚪️ — You practically corner him because he is so, so fixated on leaving out of sheer embarrassment when you explain you were just messing with him and the person you’re already dating? That’s him.

⚪️ — By the look on his face, he practically needs one of those little buffering wheels above his head, because he is thinking HARD about this. His entire worldview has shattered. The earth has stopped turning. His wig is gone.

⚪️ — Eventually he just… climbs into your arms and lets you take him back to where you guys were. Both extremely embarrassed for a totally different reason now while simultaneously being in complete and total awe that sober him scored someone like you. Woah.