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hoffmanstits-enjoyer · 9 months
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Rosalee: when i first met you, i thought you and Monroe were a couple
Nick: what?! wait... ha-ha Rosalee, that's very funny-
Rosalee, unimpressed: raise your hand if at any point you thought Nick and Monroe were a couple
Holly & Hap: *raises hand*
Bud & The Eisbibers: *joining*
Frank, Barry & Roddy: *out of the loop but doing it*
Hank, Wu, Renard & Juliette: *you guessed it*
Nick: OKAY! i guess this is a thing now- Monroe, why are you raising your hand?!
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dailydegurechaff · 11 days
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Today's Daily Degurechaff is... my computer tells me its bat appreciation day apparently
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I just. Really love her a lot. She’s such a good blend of cute and ridiculous and beautiful and bitchy. Italian chef kiss.
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jitterbugbear · 1 year
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bubble bubble bunny 🫧
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softquietsteadylove · 3 months
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Some aftercare for Gil after his poisoning experience? Thenas Pokémon being surprisingly caring and protective of him!
Something sweet maybe
Gil blinked, feeling something cool on his forehead. "Oh, uh, hey."
"Frosslass!"
Gil sat himself up in the bed, touching where Frosslass' hand(?) had just been. "Did I have a fever."
The ghost pokemon put on a contrite face and nodded, "Frosslass-Fross."
He had been at home for almost a week now, but they did tell him there could be latent effects of the poisoning he had suffered. So far the pain he had felt had at least lessened, but he still had some aches and chills, and the occasional fever.
Thena's pokemon had been...surprisingly helpful. He had expected Dragonite to be a bit of a worrywart, but both he and Teddiursa had been good about going back to work while he was still recovering. Thena may have told them that they had to help cover for Gil while he was still out sick.
She herself took as much time off from work as she could, but the league didn't exactly give her paid leave. Instead, she had gone back to her usual route with only Gallade and Ninetales, asking her most recent team addition - Froslass - to stay home with Gil.
"Frosslass?" she asked, floating down to the bed on top of his multiple blankets.
"I do feel better, thanks," he smiled at the kind hearted ghost pokemon. She tended not to let herself be visible for too long, but he felt that he had a good rapport with her. "What time is it?"
"Fross," she reached for him, using her long arm(??) to retrieve his pokegear. "Fross-Frosslass?"
"Yeah, she should be home in a little bit," Gil commented, looking through his messages, although they were mostly from Thena telling him that she hoped he was resting, and also a picture of a Luxray who apparently seemed to know her.
"Fross!" the ghost pokemon startled as he started sliding out of bed.
"I'm okay, really, I can at least put some soup on," he attempted to assure it, patting between the horns on her head.
But the ghost rushed in front of Gil, its eyes narrowed. "Frosslass!"
He had to admit he was surprised. He knew that Thena had instructed the ice/ghost type to take care of him in her absence, but he hadn't expected her to be so invested in his recovery.
"Fross," she continued, explaining how even in her short time in the house, she had noticed how much happier Thena's 'aura' seemed when Gil was around. He brought a calm to her trainer's mind which Froslass appreciated. "Froslass?"
"Of course I would," Gil sighed, not even wanting to think too hard on the idea of Thena being sick the way he had been. If anything, he was unconscious for so much of it, his memory was questionable at best. But as he had asked Thena about it, the severity of it was enough that she had admitted she was prepared to have a very serious talk with their little bear cub about the worst case scenario.
Froslass was right; he had a family to take care of, and to do that, he had to take care of himself.
She joined him, floating alongside him to the kitchen. "Frosslass...Fross?"
Gil nodded, reaching for the stew pot as well as some kitchen basics. They were actually from his apartment, since Thena's kitchen was terribly lacking for anything that wasn't related to pokemon nutrition. "It'll be easy, I'll just put it on so by the time Thena gets back it'll probably be almost ready."
Froslass floated around him, watching as he prepared the meal for himself and her trainer. "Frosslass."
Gil laughed, chopping a little more slowly than normal given his cold fingers. "Yeah, I guess I do kind of worry about what she feeds herself when I'm not around."
"Fross," the pokemon shrugged, pointing out that Gallade's snacking habit actually came from their trainer.
"Well, actually," Gil smiled at Froslass as he cooked. "When I first met Thena, I learned early on that she only cared for her pokemon and pretty much neglected herself."
"We ran into each other here in the valley. She had just moved and was still camping with Ralts and Swablu. When I brought her to the pokemon centre, not only did she sleep for almost an entire day, but I also found out that she spent all her money on luxury balls and vitamins and pokemon food. All she'd eaten was oran berries and packaged curry she'd brought with her."
Frosslass laughed as well, fading in and out of view as she expressed her glee. It certainly sounded like her very driven, very caring, but also very dense trainer. "Fross-Frosslass?"
"Well, I mostly told her that I would share my lunches with her, but only if she stopped spending all her money on her pokemon and at least bought herself some sandwiches or something. Or, y'know, worked on finding a place to stay while she was here."
"Frosslass?"
"She stayed in the league facilities for a while," Gil narrated as he began chopping the potatoes. He hadn't blanched them at all, wanting them to cook in the broth. But they were still pretty hard. "A lot of trainers do, but I don't think she liked not being able to have her pokemon out of their pokeballs and in her room with her."
"Fross," the ice type nodded, pressing the knife down with Gil. She was delighted to discover that, at home, Thena maintained an open pokeball policy. Sure, some people had a Pikachu or Skitty in the house with them, but mostly it was smaller breeds like that.
"I kind of like to think that was my influence, a little," Gil chuckled as Froslass helped him slide the diced potatoes into the stew as well. "I mean, she already carried Ralts in her arms all the time, but still."
"Fross?" she asked, intrigued by the idea of proud and stubborn Gallade being carried around the way Teddiursa had been at first.
"Yep," Gil confirmed as he started stirring. "She totally babied him. Carried him in her arms, let him sleep in her sleeping bag with her, even kept him in her coat when she went up the mountain. He acts all cool now, but right up until he evolved into a Kirlia, he was just as much of a lap pokemon as Teddi."
Froslass snickered to itself; she would savour this information the next time Gallade got bossy about the house rules.
"Come on, don't tell him I told you that," Gil attempted to dissuade her. "He already hates me, I can't have him thinking I turned you against him."
"Frosslass!" she waved, dismissing the notion that the Blade pokemon disliked the gentle ranger in any way. "Frosslass-Fross, Frosslass!"
"Really?" Gil felt the need to ask. Gallade always acted like Gil was somewhat of a nuisance, if a familiar one. He really hit those teenage years hard, and Gil sometimes wondered if he would ever outgrow that phase of only wanting to lie around and watch tv at home.
But Froslass argued that Gallade cared very much for his trainer's mate (as they put it). Gallade was Thena's battle partner, certainly, but he had at least some respect for the fact that Gil was her partner in a different way.
"Fross!" It was the thing about auras again. Gallade and Ninetales - and Frosslass to a certain degree - could all sense the auras people and pokemon gave off. And Gil and Thena's auras were never so healthy and happy as when they were together, so the ghost type said.
"I guess that's a relief," Gil looked into the soup pot, stirring the dinner for himself and his aforementioned partner. He certainly felt like he was part of their family. "He could give me a little less lip, though."
"Fross," she shrugged. That was Gallade--he didn't like listening to anyone, and even listening to Thena didn't always work. But he cared for their family and took protecting them very seriously.
"Yeah, I'll say," Gil huffed, mostly in reference to the many occasions Gallade had interrupted their dates like a disgruntled father or agitated little brother. "I used to make poffins for him, and he treats me like I'm some homewrecker."
"Frosslass," she lamented, and she was right, Thena's poffins were better (marginally). "Frosslass!"
But Gallade did have fondness for Gil, and being his usual petulant self around him was a sign of that.
"Well, thanks for telling me that," he smiled at the ghost companion who handed him the pot lid. "This can just simmer away until she gets home."
"Frosslass?"
"A little," he also lamented, yawning into his palm. "Man, this is killing me."
"Frosslass!"
"Sorry, sorry," he chuckled, patting its head again before shuffling to the couch. "Thanks for keeping me company, too. I know you'd rather be out battling with Thena."
"Frosslass," she excused easily. Everyone was worried about him upon the news that he had fallen ill. And if she could do small things to help, like look after him at home or babysit Teddi on occasion, then she was happy to.
"What do you want to watch?" he asked as he picked up Gallade's precious tv remote.
"Fross," she pondered, watching him skip through programs until her eyes lit up and she floated up off the couch again, "Fross!"
"Okay, Great Galar Bakeoff it is," Gil declared, setting the remote down and sinking further into the cushions. "Do you and Thena watch this?"
"Fross-Frosslass," she nodded, recounting how Thena actually paid very close attention to the relaxed show, hoping to absorb some practical knowledge.
Gil yawned again, already being lulled to sleep by the calming music and gentle regional accents, "that's pretty cute."
"Fross," she whispered, watching as he curled himself up. She reached to the back of the couch, also using Gallade's precious throw blanket to drape over Gil.
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a-sketchy-character · 11 months
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can we get some facts and/or headcanons about this new whaling au? Or a snippet of the fic? 🥺
You ABSOLUTELY can!
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Ow.
….ow. Steph shivered, curling in on herself. The pain that had woken her throbbed sharper behind her eyes at the motion, aching through her skull and sinuses and lungs. That fabulous just-almost-drowned feeling. Ugh. And it was cold….
She opened her eyes, enough to adjust to the dim below-decks light — and sucked in a breath, scrabbling back to the edge of the wall, heedless of the insistent pain in her head. The Fish watched her silently from the pile of wet canvas in the curve of the bulkhead. Pressed so close to the floorboards it almost seemed part of the fabric, black hair and silver-grey scales practically buried in sailcloth. 
“Hello?” Steph called, scrambling to her feet. The ship creaked around her — she could hear the crew shouting and working above, but nobody close. Had the captain put her in here with the thing—? Her father had just let them. The hatch stuck and rattled when she pushed at it — she was stuck—
There was a tiny sound behind her, and she spun to face it. Claws and teeth and slippery scaled limbs closing around her, Steph remembered, icy saltwater scalding her lungs, and they weren’t in the water but she was locked in with the…the pile of sailcloth.
The thing had pulled the cloth almost entirely over itself. All that showed were a few delicate, silvery fins poking out between folds of ripped canvas. Ropes crisscrossed over the long lump of tail. If she squinted at it she could pretend it was something that didn’t want to kill her, some other less terrifying brand of fish. Maybe a large tuna.
It wasn’t moving.
Steph lowered herself back to the floorboards after a long moment, the ache still pounding in her chest and head. She wasn’t going to cry. Wasn’t going to cry. 
“I can hurt you,” she called out, her voice wobbling out without her permission. “If you try to attack me again. I can protect myself, I’ve done it before. Just so you know.”
The pile of sailcloth twitched, silent.
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murcielagatito · 5 months
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sleeping-platinum · 1 year
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Rushed doodle because I really wanted to draw my beloved Warden Alva~ 
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absolutelynotsanebaby · 10 months
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YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT. More angry Nezuko. In general but I’m specifically talking about in kamado sibling role swaps. I want her to snap. I want her to try and mimic what she thinks her elder brother would be like. I want her to wonder why she’s so angry because she wasn’t before. I want her cry because she doesn’t have the same support she had before tanjiro was a demon because he’s still there obviously and trying but he’s a demon and it’s just not the same. I want her to be so happy when she bonds with mitsuri because it reminds her of being with her mom. I want her to ANGRY
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annyankers · 1 year
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i love willow because she’s so Fucked Up and passive aggressive that the SECOND she can pretend she’s helping by doing it she’s like already on top of a guy stabbing him like 37 times.
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ch4momile · 1 year
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I don't know how to put it into words very well but the current narrative of "girls who say they're 'not like other girls' just have internalized misogyny and think they're better than others" has been driving me insane... when i was younger i just felt so othered and i wasn't some evil misogynist.. i was mostly sad & confused and genuinely couldn't relate to any "other girls"
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flamagenitus · 1 year
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I'm cat-sitting for my dad and step-mother! Have some pictures
Immediately attacked me upon arrival (oops I messed up the picture layout)
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Study buddies
This is the first time Jasmine (the tabby) has sat on me since she was a kitten!!
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Very pleased about her new toy (she is usually dead silent, but kept meowing at me to play with her. I went to get more tea and she left the toy exactly where I had been sitting)
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Kind of offended I had a shower while she was in the room
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Siyah hiding from Jasmine behind the swiffer's handle
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Silley time picture (ft bad selfie via my busted camera)
[Picture ID in alt]
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emmamountebanks · 2 years
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i truly think that the quarry should’ve had a secret ending with the blood pact achievement. like instead of finding the counselors in the morning, the cops would come across the quarry at night and are greeted with a pack of werewolves (everyone infected) that slaughter them, kinda like until dawn if you kept josh alive. idk something better than the terrible ending we got instead 😔
that would be so sick i love it. the whole blood pact/infection route is just such a cool interesting concept and i wish a little bit more was done with it the more counselors u turn - especially ur idea with the ending. would definitely be a good parallel to josh in the mines too
ive also seen a couple posts over time where ppl have suggested anyone who's already turned by the lodge finale, ends up alongside caleb.
imagine poor uninfected kaitlyn trying to stay alive against caleb, jacob, nick, emma if she turned in the van, and dylan if he turned at the scrapyard. the struggle of trying to pick out caleb and shoot him with silver before her friends eat her alive or we have to kill one of them in self defense. if abi has the silver bracelet bullet and the ones from the basement u get two chances to get the right person.
or infected kaitlyn eventually just hiding out as all these werewolves are chillin around her and then having turned by the time the cops arrive to join in on the fun
i just really think we deserved to see a bit of a werewolf pack mentality instead of everyone just running around on their own.
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yasamaksarkisi · 2 years
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duygusal ihtiyaçlarımın çok fazla olmadığına karşı tarafı ikna etmek yerine ihtiyaçlarımı karşılayabilecek yeni yerler, insanlar bulmak amacını taşımak. ihtiyaçlarımı "çok fazla" olarak nitelendiren ve karşılamaktan aciz olan veya karşılamak için çaba göstermeyen insanlardan uzaklaşabilmek/ disengage olmak.
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kuiinncedes · 2 years
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One☝️year📆, ten🔟thousand bad🙅‍♀️ moments, but🤷‍♀️ it was dressed up👗💃 in heated🥵🔥 emotion and I🙋‍♀️ tried to look👀🔍 for the best🌦🫂 in the worst☣️⚠️ but like, fuck🖕me🙋‍♀️, that caused a commotion🌋🤼‍♀️. You're lucky🎰 I'm a private🕴🚪 person ive quietly🙊🤫carried🏋‍♀️ your burden And everyone🌎💯 thinks🤔💬 you're an angel👼🙌 But shit💩, I would probably use different🔄 wording🤬
OOOHHHHHH UR SO VICIOUS
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LOVE ME THEN PRETEND U DIDN'T
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CRUSH MY HEART AND WRECK MY IMAGE
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WHY YOU GOTTA BE SO
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V I C I O U S
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livingthedragonlife · 2 years
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i wish somebody would make a neko atsume game but for snakes
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