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cooperationiskey · 11 months
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Good lord did I manage to pause on a hell of a frame. 🤣
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saurianssuck · 11 months
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Friendly reminder that the Ducks are like, really strong. Alvin may not weigh much but still Dive tosses him like it's nothing. Phil is a hefty fella and Duke yanks him clear off his feet. And then there's the last one, Tanya holding the 185-pound Duke clear off the ground. And all three do this with one hand.
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bat-anon · 1 year
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I should write a fic where the basement of the Pond floods, so the Ducks end up staying the night at Phil's house. His living room has a conversation pit and they turn it into a fort/nest.
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Nano Blurby Blurb
I did do some writing on random fics during NaNoWriMo. Because I’m loving seeing more Ducks stuff pop up, I’ll share this one scene! We’ll see if I ever finish the “short” and get it published.
I swear, I can’t write any full story under 5K words...
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Nosedive finally got his hands on a new copy of Slug Soldiers and was counting on having the rec room TV to play it on since Tanya forbade him from using Drake One for his games anymore. Stupid rule. Name a computer after him, it should be his to use whenever he wanted. Not that any of them knew his ‘real’ name…
Mallory, as usual, got in the way of his plans.
She had beat him to the TV and had sprawled across the middle couch with a comfortable cushion, blanket, two liter of Sprite and a cup, and a bag of chips. One leg was propped up on another cushion with a pillow under her right knee and an ice pack on it. She looked up at him when he stood behind her and then went back to the show.
“You can watch the movie with me or you can find somewhere else to hang out.” She grabbed the remote and tucked it under the cushion she was leaning back on before he had a chance to steal it.
“Oooorrrr…” Nosedive held up the video game, “We could do two player mode of Slug Soldier.”
“Hm.” She looked like she was considering it, then shrugged. “Why not? After my movie.”
At least it wasn’t a sappy chick flick. He could get behind an action film, even if he’d missed the first half. And was that the funny kung fu guy? What was his name? Jenny? Jackie! Yeah, Jackie Chan. He made good stuff and Nosedive liked his movies.
“Coolella! Catch me up?” He jumped over the couch and landed next to her.
“Get your own snacks.” She pulled the bag of chips out of his reach when he tried to steal some. “It’s Who Am I? Dude fell out of a plane and has amnesia, now everyone wants to kill him.”
“Come on! I’m already here. Share.”
“Nope.” She smiled and happily munched a chip, making sure to crunch it loudly. “But I will pause the movie while you get something.” She pulled the remote out and hit the pause button, making sure to keep it out of his reach when he tried to snag it from her anyway.
“You suck.”
“You stink.”
Frowning, he lifted his left arm and sniffed to check. He’d showered after practice this morning!
“Get your nose checked, girly,” he mocked as he stood. “And don’t start that again without me!” He turned to run to the galley when she called him back from the door.
“Hey!” She threw the ice pack at him before he had a chance to answer. “Get me another one?”  He caught it easily and raised it, nodding as he jogged to the siren call of junk food.
Nosedive danced around, singing to himself while he tossed two bags of cheddar popcorn into the microwave and pulled a tray and two large bowls out of the cabinets. He switched out the warm ice pack for a still frozen one and grabbed the chocolate syrup and another two liter of Sprite out of the fridge while he was there. He added those to the tray, dumped the now ready popcorn in the bowls and returned to the rec room.
“Wait a minute…” he stared at the screen, which was now paused on the Columbia TriStar logo. “Did you rewind it?” He set the tray on the table and handed her the ice pack.
“You saved me a trip to get another ice pack.” She gladly accepted the popcorn too, but made a face when he started covering the popcorn in his bowl with the chocolate syrup. “Your brother’s going to kill you if you get that on the furniture.”
“Nah. I’ll tell him you did it.”
“Ass.” She pushed play and then fast forward.
“Hey! Come on! I promise, I won’t.”
She rolled her eyes and hit play, but refused to rewind the opening sequence he’d missed.
They laughed at the movie and were at the exact part Nosedive had walked in on when Phil entered the room, calling their names with too much enthusiasm.
“Nosedive! Mallory!” Phil held both arms out wide as he walked towards them.
Mallory groaned and paused the movie yet again.
“What?” Nosedive asked, keeping his voice flat in an imitation of his brother.
“No.” Mallory said.
“Wildwing already said yes,” Phil said.
“I don’t believe you.” Mallory took the ice pack off her knee and swung her leg around to sit up straight and face Phil head on.
“Yeah, me either. You’re too cheery,” Nosedive agreed.
Phil held up the white cookbook with a roller blade and sushi roll wheels on the cover with both hands and drummed his fingers on the cover.
“Huuuh!” He tried to drum up some excitement. “How’d you like your own cookbook?”
“Uhhhh…” Nosedive and Mallory exchanged confused looks before Nosedive spoke up first. “I don’t think that skate is actually going to work.”
“No!” Phil held the book out to him. “The author wants to do a cookbook and workout plan based on the team. I promise, no recipes for duck. In fact, she wants recipes from your planet!”
“What kind of workout plan?” Mallory asked. “Most humans on this planet don’t play hockey. Or do any sort of martial art. I doubt they’d want to follow my routines.”
“Nobody wants to follow your routines,” Nosedive laughed. “Not even you!”
The door opened and Tanya entered. She began going through the shelves by the TV, muttering quietly to herself.
“Jan would just hang out with you guys for a couple days, talk about what you eat, watch what you do, and that’s it. I swear.”
“Wildwing seriously said yes?” Nosedive didn’t think his brother would have agreed to being shadowed. He tried not to be distracted by Tanya, but he really had no idea what she was looking for so earnestly.
“Pretty much.”
“Pretty much isn’t a solid yes,” Mallory reminded him. “And if he didn’t say yes, then I’m not going along it.”
“He said if all of you said yes, then it’s a yes.”
“And does anybody else…” Mallory trailed off when Tanya moved from the shelves by the TV and started going through the couch cushions. “What are you looking for?”
Tanya didn’t answer and kept her digging.
“Earth to Tanya!” Nosedive broke in.
Again, no reaction or indication that she had even heard him.
“I don’t know what’s up with her,” Phil said. “I tried talking to her for half an hour and she just kept taking things apart and sorting the pieces into piles!”
“Ah, crud,” Nosedive said. “Crazy time! I’ll take the first shift after our movie’s over. You going to be good for one, Mal or do we need to count you out?”
“Let me know when she’s getting ready to blow something up and I’ll be there. As long as I can sit, I should be fine.”
“Guys!” Phil half shouted. “Cookbook?”
“Sure,” Nosedive smiled. “We can give them any recipe we want. Right?”
“Noooo.” Mallory could see exactly where his thoughts were going.
“Rommig,” Nosedive grinned. “They’ll love it.”
Rommig was a fermented fish, traditionally salted just enough to keep it from rotting and thrown into barrels for three months and then moved into a brine for another three months. It was important the fish be kept within a specific temperature range to control the fermentation bacteria from overgrowing or dying. It smelled absolutely awful and even ducks who grew up with it as a regular part of their diet didn’t care for it much.
“First, they don’t have nerrig. Second, they really won’t let that take as long to ferment as it needs. And third, that stuff is disgusting.” She’d eaten more than she cared to as a survival food.
“I dunno… Herring might be close enough. I’m going to try making it.”
“You know what?” Mallory looked from Nosedive to Phil. “I’m in. But, you have to eat a whole rommig when he’s done with it.”
“Sure!” He readily agreed. After all, how bad could it be?
“Hah!” Tanya cheered in triumph as she found the remote and began hurrying out of the room with it.
“Hey! Give that back!” Mallory shouted, standing to give chase and stopping the moment she tried to put weight on her right leg.
Nosedive jumped up and immediately began chasing.
“That’s half!” Phil grinned and followed Nosedive and Tanya out to look for Duke.
Mallory sat back down on the couch and glared at the distance between the couch and VCR. She’d just have to wait for Nosedive to come back with the remote.
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elfdragon12 · 1 year
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I decided to revisit some childhood today and watched some of the Mighty Ducks cartoons.
And laughing at the human manager of the Ducks, Phil Palmfeather, as he does feel similar to my humanformers Swindle, Shigeru. Even has a ponytail and little strand of hair in front.
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In the first two episodes, he's explaining the backstory to the cop. At one point, he says "Would I lie to you?" The cop's reply? "If there was a profit."
I love it. XD
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toonqueen · 3 years
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Day Six: Scandalous Duck
Oh lawd who do I have that's scandalous. 
There is Bleu that is made by @fluxchix​   that I added things to when we were building characters together in high school and beyond. LAWD. 
Bleu is from a team that came from the planet Cheribu and not Puckworld (no hockey but MAGIC.) See after what Drake Ducaine had to do in the past to stop the bad Saurians, caused the planet to go into pretty much a nuclear winter. Headcanon was that Drake Ducaine’s time didn’t have massive space travel yet. It was a combo of victorian/some modern tech/steampunk. Maybe they could send a man to the moon like us currently but they weren’t a space travel society. There were good Saurians that helped them in the war and hmm, they felt like Puckworld may not stay survivable for long. So, they took some ducks to another planet in case Puckworld didn’t pan out. OOPS.  The ducks on Cheribu over the centuries have been very interbred with the Saurians that originally took them there. There aren't any Saurians left now today but there are many brightly colored ducks, with strange colored hair, feathers, and bills.  It's not unheard of some of these ducks being born with scales on their bills as well, or taloned fingers.
With Bleu she’s scandalous because she was an evil witch for a while on her home planet before changing her ways long before she was on Cheribu team. She is a strong magic user, and pretty much fills the ‘Wraith’ position on the resistance side when they get to Earth and California.  
She’s also very… I guess neutral in her alignment. I mean she’s FIGHTING baddies but sometimes she does BAD things to fight baddies. From the vain of, “I used to be a baddie I know how they think, and I have to do the same extreme to help/protect the innocent” type. How they originally meet the main Mighty Duck team (And a secondary OC team)  is she uses a spell to bring them to Cheribu and alters their memories to fit archetypes of what they would be like if they were born on Cheribu. They have no memories of their real life- and were made to fight some baddie on Cheribu that they needed help fighting. (Hint: If they had just asked they would probably do it.) After all, their people are distant cousins of Puckworldians. Ha. 
ANYWAYS - other Scandalous thing, she is very old- and it turns out- Wraith is her father. DUN DUN DUN. I headcanon Wraith kinda grey area too. Wraith and Bleu often talk behind both their factions' backs. Not sharing info like double agents, nah, just bitching because they’re both old and understand how sometimes this is all bullshit. Alright. 
Third scandalous thing she did - she may have hooked up with Phil for a while. 
So like, oh god. How do I explain myself. I hook up my more serious main OC Duluna with Nosedive but she has more patience for idiots and Nosedive in the long run isn’t that dumb. Bleu is also serious with past angst. But no patience for idiots. But then again, is Phil not completely dumb? I mean, he’s technically a good manager, right? He made the team enough money to build a supercomputer and base under the rink. The show mentions having to do stupid commerical ad stuff that they begrugingly do probably cuz MORE MONEY FOR TECH. And Phil does find them extra stuff to do that pays soooo??? 
Also, alien duck team is just widely accepted by Earthlings because they play hockey?? Like there are so many other cartoons with heroes that are ‘others’ with a human friend and they’re not accepted by society. Phil used sports mentality and capitalism to just like - have humans just accept alien ducks. I don’t see Elisa Maza, April O’Neal, lawd Charley from Biker Mice, and what not doing that for their hero buddies. Mutants would be accepted if Phil was doing PR for the X-Men like damn. So yeah, Phil being the best human friend he gets a little duck dating from Bleu, as a treat.
Also main reason I decided to ship Bleu and him a bit is because of those Malfinia and Connecticut Clark comics. That's pretty much their vibe. Ha. 
Man here is an old pic I did of Bleu. If I ever redesign her we’re gonna do sensible armor like first Wonder Woman movie Amazons not like Justice League Amazons ughhhhh. Ignore the one eye color being smaller than the other I used to have her have one eye do that when she was casting magic but its probably dumb now OH THE THINGS I THOUGHT COOL WHEN I WAS A KID.
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secretdazebouquet · 5 years
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Who here also watched the Disney Afternoon animated series-
The Mighty Ducks
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eclipsewarrior101 · 4 years
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The Mighty Ducks Series Fan O.C Character:
Name: Andy Decoy
Age: 17
Species: Duck from Puckworld
Relatives: Lucretia DeCoy/ Older sibling. Parents: Killed by Saurians
Friends: The Mighty Ducks, Zoomie, Phil, Kleghorn
Enemies: Saurians
Health: Severe Ptsd, Anxiety, partial deaf. Traumatized mind what has been broken and come slowly undone. allergic to coconuts and raspberries. Wears goggles for his eyesight. 
Personality: Andy is a shy socially awkward duck scientist who loves robotics. He is smaller and has brown hair with light green streaks. He is partially deaf and uses special hearing aids. He is a sweet kid with a good heart that was shattered after his sisters betrayal. He suffers from severe ptsd and anxiety. He lost most of his sanity after being experimented on by saurians but has some sanity in him. He has a high IQ and is a master robotics builder even though he never finished school.
Background: After his sister betrayed Canards resistance he felt upset and at age 6 ran away from her. He was placed in foster care and learned robotics from a small school he attended at the small orphanage, but no one ever liked him or adopted him because of him being a decoy, so he ran away and lived broken hearted on the streets until he ran into his sister when he was 13. His sister tricked him and sold him to Dragonus as a slave for power and money. He was forced to build robots and weapons to destroy Puckworld. He was a slave to the saurians. He was experimented on by the saurian scientists for torture. In his broken state and pushed too far by his captors He found an old saurian amulet that held a genie like demon inside and in exchange for some of his blood he gained the ability of dark saurian magic. He gained saurian wings, fangs and used it to destroy the place he was imprisoned for 3 years. He became “mad hatter” crazy and planned to get revenge on his sister and the saurians. He finds his way to Anaheim California and becomes the villain “Mad Duck” who messes with the ducks and the saurians. He built a little robot assistant named Zoomie who is his friend and secretly his “mental support” animal. Zoomie can transform into a robot and a big wolf. Andy is seen to at times have a very high IQ and is a master robotics builder, making robots to mess with and annoy the ducks and saurians. They seem to have a new enemy, but as time goes on the Mighty Ducks get him to become an acquaintance to them, but he still plays tricks on them and messes with them during missions and on their days off. He is seen despite being sometimes evil a caring person who is protective of kids and will help them and never harm them.  They see despite his evil crazy nature/ tricks he has signs of ptsd at times. the Ducks realize he is more sane/scared than he appears and acts. They soon uncover he is Lucretia’s brother as well as the painful past he has lived that made him “mad’. They soon see he is really a broken kid who is trying to punish the saurians and his own sister for the pain they caused him. He also feels like Puckworld abandoned him in his time of need. He has lost himself in the dark magic he was given and can’t escape it. When he loses control of his abilities and becomes a monster the ducks don’t destroy him but show him kindness, a thing he never experienced in life. He loses his mad side and becomes a timid duck again. They have to help him with his severe ptsd and anxiety attacks but he becomes a great member of the team. 
So thats my character. if you have any questions or are fans of Mighty Ducks the series, please let me know. I can you andy for questions or Rp Roleplays. 
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wildwingflashblade · 4 years
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Phil’s Cure, Jericho’s Theory
“Are you sure this is going to work?” Wildwing gestured to the Dark Creator pup as he dashed around the lab.
Jericho looked up as he adjusted the manager in the chamber’s chair. “I’m about ninety percent certain this will work. See these silver spots?” Jericho held up his paws to the goalie, crystals and skin splotched with soft silver. “They’re a result from my experiments.”
“Guys, I don’t feel so good.” Phil complained, strapped to a chair. “I’ll just go take some aspirin. I’ll feel right as rain in the morning.”
“You’re infected, Mr. Palmfeather.” Jericho stated, adjusting knobs on a panel on the side of the chamber. “You carry the same virus that I do. Since Mother won’t let me go through this kind of treatment until we’re certain that it will work, I’m going to use you.”
The goalie scrunched his brows. “Maybe we should wait.”
“We can’t wait.” Jericho stomped his foot on the ground. “Uncle Wraith doesn’t know the spells that Doctor Frink used to prevent the disease from progressing, and I don’t know them either. The magic is wearing off.”
“Wait, I could be the one that discovers the cure?” Phil asked, looking down at the pup.
“In a sense. You could be the first successful cure on a human before transformation?” Jericho rubbed his head, trying to figure out how to word the phrase properly.
“I could be apart of the biggest thing since penicillin!” Phil beamed. “I’ll be a celebrity! My name will go down in-”
“So you’re going to go through with this?” Wildwing frowned. “Phil, this could kill you. Is money really worth your life?”
“Come on, Wildwing. What’s the worse that could happen?” Phil rolled his eyes.
“Um... I don’t really know. It will probably kill off your immune system, much like a cancer treatment.” Jericho answered, a frown on his long muzzle
“You don’t know?” Phil raised a brow, looking to the pup in worry.
“I’m sure you’ll be fine, and a celebrity once this is done.” Jericho assured the man, tail wagging behind him. He adjusted a small charm on the side of the chamber, and pressed a button.
“A celebrity.” Phil smiled, leaning back in his chair as the door closed. “I’m gonna make so much money, I won’t be able to count it all!”
“Phil.” Wildwing shook his head.
“Ready?” Jericho asked.
The human smiled. “Ready!”
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I had a weird dream last night that when I thought more about it made me ship Phil with OC Bleu (a thousands year old half Saurian half duck witch) that shouldn't give Phil any time of day and the dream didn't even ship them they just had interaction and yet here i am. JFC!!!!!
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nowhere-nihlus · 10 years
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mari-lwyd reblogged this from you and added:
That’s right, he’s not a jerk! Phil’s always getting things wrong. I think he really doesn’t...
Thank you sooo much, I'm glad you like my comics~ ;; v ;; Luckily Canard didn't get so upset at me, (but now he thinks there's a guy around the base named 'Phil' talking smack, lol oops.)
Oh, right, was it you? I think it was you....yeah, you wrote a story that was in Phil's point of view right? Shoot, I gotta read that, I had it in my likes but I sorta lost it, haha, so now I'm gonna go look for it. xD
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cooperationiskey · 11 months
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Forever impressed that Disney let the word “shyster” air in one of their cartoons.
“Hello Rent-A-Shyster? You got a six-for-one discount?” -Phil Palmfeather, Mighty Ducks: The Animated Series
I need to start a blog just for MDTAS quotes.
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mari-lwyd · 10 years
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Phil's Plea
So, I decided that people over on FanFiction.net needed a little encouragement to leave reviews. After all, reviews are the lifeblood of all writers! Nobody knows what they're doing right or wrong if they aren't told. This crazy little thing popped into my head and I let Phil have at it. Please, enjoy a thousand words of Phil's ramblings. This is intended to be both informative and tongue-in-cheek.
Phil's Plea Word count: 1,121
Babe! Bubbe! Love of my life! There you are. You, my marvelous, cream cheese danish of a reader, are the very answer to all my problems.
What’s that? Who am I? I’m Phil Palmfeather… You know, the manager of hockey’s most astounding team: the Mighty Ducks. Without me, they’d be nothing at all. I’m the one who convinced the NHL to accept humanoid ducks into the league. Do you have any idea how hard that was? All the paperwork, the phone conferences, the contracts, the legal issues of their citizenship… Don’t even get me started on how hard it was to get green cards for aliens. And I’m talking real aliens here, not just someone from another country. Seriously, they don’t pay me nearly enough. Hey, do you think you could convince them to give me a raise?
Huh? Oh, right. The other problem, the real reason I need you. You see, I’ve hired this psychotic fish woman to write some stuff about the Ducks. Keep the franchise going, you know? Anyway, she’s a fairly decent author, if I do say so myself. Cheap, too. Not many people would write for what I’m paying her. How much? Oh, nothing. As long as I toss some fudge into her pool every now and then, she gives me more stories. Pretty good deal, if you ask me. But, the real issue here is her ego. Seriously! You’d think this Fishy Diva would take those bits of chocolate I give her and be happy with them; but, nooooooo. She wants reviews.
You leaving reviews for the Carpy Chica, and any other author, really, helps us all out. Reviews make the author happy. Happy author writes stories. More stories means more adventures with the Mighty Ducks. More adventures for the hockey loving birds equals more games they play. The more games they play, the more they win. The more they win, the more money I make. And then we’re all happy!
Now, reviews. Those suckers can be tricky. Trust me, I know. I constantly have to give those birds reviews on how they did at the latest publicity stunt. You’ve got to be really careful how you approach Wildwing with anything. He even thinks you’re going to ask him to do something and either he’s off hiding somewhere or puffing up and acting all intimidating. Psh. Guy’s full of hot air. Don’t get me wrong, he can be scary when he’s in one of those ‘intimidate the poor manager’ moods; but, I know he’d never do anything to actually hurt me.
Reviews! Yes. Heh, sorry about that. Yes, how to leave author-pleasing reviews. The best reviews are like a fine lasagna. Give it a saucy top layer of what you liked, some opinion noodles, and, if you’re not vegetarian, a bit of meaty criticism. Throw in a final layer of compliments and you’ve got a review-lasagna any author will gobble down!
Let’s start out with the good. You want to tell the author what you liked about the story. What made you laugh, what made you cry, what will it take to get you to sign a contract? Uh, yeah. Just ignore that last part. Was there something in particular that you especially liked? Tell the Piscene Queen! Even if it’s something as simple as ‘Phil’s really handsome in this scene,’ it will make her splash with joy and write more.
Want to know a secret about that crazy mermaid wannabe author? She’s got something of a masochistic streak. Nothing like Captain Klegghorn putting Ghost Pepper Hot Sauce on his donuts; nobody’s that insane. And why would you ruin a perfectly good Boston Creme with hot sauce, anyway? If there’s absolutely anything at all that you thought was weird, tell the Fishy Float. Nosedive acting too serious? Grin making too much sense? Somebody actually showing up for their adoring public at an autograph session? Then tell that Smelly Salmon! If she doesn’t hear what you don’t like, then she won’t know what to fix.
Grammar happens to be one of her strong suits. But, she gets a little egotistical at times. You’ve got to really get in there and deflate that ego. Otherwise, she starts floating near the top of the tank and can’t reach her typewriter at the bottom. I just might chain an anchor to her tail one of these days… That might work for keeping her writing. Tell her about any grammar mistakes. If you don’t catch any, or know grammar rules, then skip it. I’ll go find that anchor and we’ll call it even, capice?
Flames? Oh, baby, yeah. Flame her. See, the thing about working with a fem-fish is that she lives in water. Throw all the flaming Molotov Cocktails you want in her little pool. Turns out, she enjoys the hissing sound they make when they burn out. If you can’t say anything nice about her stories, the say all the mean things you want. She actually feeds off that. Personally, I’d rather sink my teeth into a nice, juicy steak. To each their own.
That Fishy Diva has given me a list of things to help you with critiques. You might want to mention character development, plot, creativity, believability, writing style, or your overall thoughts. If all you want to do is say ‘I enjoyed this story and look forward to more,’ then say it. She might not do the show stopping air flips that put Shamu to shame, but she at least splashes around happily whenever there’s some sort of comment.
Okay. I think I’ve said my piece. Now, go out there and review! Go make Fishy Float so happy she jumps right out of her tank!
So, really. What would it take to get you to sign a contract? I’m sure I can get you a job in the concession stand at the very least.
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bat-anon · 3 years
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Phil: ’Asexual’? A sexual what?
Duke: Phil, you ignorant slut.
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puckyeahmightyducks · 8 years
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Zen Materialism
Yeah, I wrote Grin/Phil as a possible couple. Watchya gonna do about it?
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11984080/1/Zen-Materialism
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elderyautjavegeta · 12 years
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Get your shit together, Phil.
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