waddles in about 1 year 4 months and 17 days late with ice coffee
MY BIRTHDAY IS COMING UP AND I WANTED TO give back to all whomst followed me and what not! who’ve supported me, who made me laugh and feel good. Starting from today until October 8th 12:00 am EST, I’ll be doing a Giveaway!
1 grand prize winner will receive a full colored half body drawing OR A custom theme! 1 runner up will receive a colored sketch OR a graphic ( rules for graphics may apply ! )
Rules!:
- you must be following me. If you’re not and you reblog, it will not count!
- One blog per reblog. 1 reblog = 1 entry and all that.
- ROLEPLAYING BLOGS ONLY.
- i’m doing this for fun. Again im not getting paid or anything so, if you win, you have 24 hours to respond or im randomly choosing another winner!
- dont be an ass if you dont win. no guilt tripping either.
GOOD LUCK~!
duckpeeve replied to your post: professor oak is ready to wow cerulean gym’s pool…
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psyduck we can be cool together
---Psy! Psyduck!
Psyduck @ Misty while prepping for the Party Not Party.
Give any Pokémon of your choice a kissy ~( ˘ ³˘~)♥
❝ Well, that’s easy !! ❞ Misty doesn’t even hesitate for a second, kneeling down and wrapping her arms around Psyduck’s pudgy little body with a giggle, dragging him closer to her in a tight embrace despite his perplexed squawk of his own name. Misty smiles brightly and nuzzles his bright yellow feathers with a quiet sigh, reveling in the softness of their texture and the way they tickle her nose as she presses her lips against his temple, a delicate kiss as was requested. Giving him one more gentle squeeze, Misty leans back and pulls Psyduck into her lap, beaming up at the stranger with a brilliant smile.
❝ Of course I choose my favourite little dorkling! ❞ @duckpeeve
PSA that Misty loves her little dorkling @duckpeeve the most!!
Wait, I thought was your little ‘dammit Psyduck’?? Did I upgrade, Master?
"Psyduck, I would like you to focus your Psychic, for me. Could you turn the sink faucet on until the cup fills with water, and then turn it off when it's full? Take your time."
The faucet became everything in his mind. Grayish and shiny, its handle protruding outward and begging to be utilized. The image filled Psyduck’s mind until the focus became too great and the instructions forgotten. The yellow duck stayed that way until his mind registered that his feet ached. Disappointment flooded him when he finally looked at his surroundings and saw the nice, old doctor watching him with expectant eyes.
❝ Psy… ❞
This was why Master sent him away, to learn and to become stronger. But how could he if this was all he could do? Master was not a weak human but she needed someone to look out for her! Titanic Gyarados and captivating Milotic could protect Master with their awesome might. But Psyduck was too little, too underwhelming, too—
You dumb duck!
The onslaught became too much; the nausea came like a flood, accompanied by a thick axe of pain at the front of his skull. Yet it was the key to Psyduck’s transformation: an extraordinary Psychic attack! The faucet was yanked off in favor of hovering over the waterfall of water that poured into the sink from its high arc. The cup filled then was knocked over against the water’s weight. Miraculously the silver device was reinstalled back into proper place, nothing but puddles of water signalling any distress. Psyduck fell onto his butt and groaned as the migraine vanished into thin air.
He looked up at the nice man with curious eyes, a childlike expression. Again, like nothing ever happened.
gives psyduck a noogie
Blink blink. There’s a couple beats too long of silence as the Pokemon waits for…something. Wide eyes stare into nothing as his body stiffens up as if on alert. But no pain. Frankly the action his Master’s friend took near his three black hairs was so helpful that Psyduck realized he wanted that again!
This time the duck turned around, raising his arms in a cheer and waited before pointing to his plump belly. Seems Psyduck wanted a scratch to his tummy too.
A couch floats in the air slowly before the cobalt aura around it suddenly disappears causing the furniture piece to plop into the serene waters of the gym's pool. Psyduck's eyes return to normal, the horrible pain subsides, and he looks around perplexed. Wasn't he supposed to be training with Master? How did he get here?
SHE’SBEEN relaxing on the couch for just a moment between trainingsessions, preparing herself for the second half of a headache withPsyduck, before she feels the weight of her day lift off hershoulders. Actually… her entire weight seems to have lifted fromthe couch itself. Not only that, the entire couch has come with her, the both ofthem enveloped in an eerily familiar blue glow that makes a part ofMisty swell with pride while the rest of her immediately panics atthe loss of control of her body. The power keeps her from trying toflail, making her feel as though she’s fruitlessly trying to wriggle in water,before she realises that she’s about to actually be submerged inwater.
❝ PS—PSYDUCK! NO! Nonononono—garbalagargh!! ❞Her shrillvoice cuts off into senseless garblingas he drops her, couch and her body slamming into the water andbubbles filling her vision.
Dammit,Psyduck…
❝ Psyduck, please, you weren’t even away at Professor Oak’s for that long! It was only a week, calm down— ❞ when your lil @duckpeeve is just happy to be home.
She was firm. Firm and pale and warm and with just the barest scent of chlorine, which Psyduck remembered to never again touch or put anywhere near his face. One time he believed his master would begin gagging and coughing for air ( he was even prepared to kiss her like they do in the movies! ) yet it was impossible for his fiery spirit to be taken down so easily. How silly he was to worry so much over her well-being while being at the nice doctor’s house!
Psyduck had spent what felt like hours to remember everything that happened. From the tasty food, to all the different Pokémon he saw, even the large purple goo that tried to give him a smothering hug! It all faded into the back of his mind in favor of squeezing his plump body against Master’s leg in pure glee. Of course she didn’t abandon him! He was indeed a stupid duck. How could he had ever considered it in the slightest?
---He was just truly happy to be home.
I’ve got this! It may have been a long time, I could be rusty, and there’s a big chance that I’ll fall flat on my face ( were my feet always this wide? whoa! and my toes are connected! ) but all I have to do is walk up, look them all straight in the eye and say:
Three day weekend to stay up late and meme :D
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