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Pokemon Contest/Coordinator Starters

“You did great out there.”

“I was so close to victory I could almost taste it.”

“Oh my Arceus, I’m such a huge fan.”

“You and your pokemon are so amazing!”

“It’s gonna be hard to follow that up, you guys were incredible.”

“Can I have an autograph?

“Your pokemon looked like it was having so much fun out there.”

“I wanna be a coordinator just like you wanna day.”

“Will you be my mentor? Please!~”

“Do you think we’ll win?”

“You’re gonna be tough to beat.”

“Watch out, cause I don’t lose easily!~”

“Be my rival!”

“They refuse to wear the costume.”

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Pokemon: Detective Pikachu (Film) Sentence Starters

A collection of sentences from the film version of Pokemon: Detective Pikachu.

“See, this is what I’m talking about, my heart is pounding!” “Tell me you didn’t plan this.” “I thought you wanted to hang out and relive the good old days, like when we were kids.” “Are there any other emotional truth bombs you wanna drop on me?” “You know, not everyone can pull off wearing the skull of their dead relative but, you know, you sure can.” “I’m too tired to be angry.” “Wait, five voicemails, why do I have five voicemails?” “He may look grumpy on the outside, but I assure you, he is adorable on the inside.” “No one should go through this type of thing alone.” “Are you trying to rob me or just annoy me?” “You just walked in to quite a story.” “I don’t fear fear.” “ ___ was on to something big. Real big.” “Loner. Probably hiding something.” “I may only be an unpaid intern, but I can smell a story.” “Still with the old detective movies?” “I know you can’t understand me, but put down the stapler or I will electrocute you.” “I’ve been so lonely!” “I’m gonna throw up.” “Okay I’m gonna get a knife!” “Put your pants back on and run like the wind!” “They seem to be attracted to your increasing nudness!” “I think pants are gonna do you a lot of good right now.” “Me, I don’t wear underwear. I’m not modest.” “You’re adorable.” “It’s like destiny!” “You want a coffee? ‘cuz I could use a coffee. Yeah, that’s it, let’s get a coffee.” “I can stop whenever I want, these are just choices.” “Another round, extra shot, black as night, thank you sweetie.” “I can feel that in my jellies!” “Case closed! But still open until I solved it!” “___ faked his own death! Or, somebody faked ____’s death! Or! ___ faked somebody else’s death!” “There’s magic that brought us together, and that magic is called hope!” “Oooh, you feel it, you feel it in your jellies.” “We’re gonna do this. You and me.” “I’ve never felt so flattered and creeped out at the same time.” “We can’t go to the cops, not 'til we know who we can trust.” “These aren’t clues, this is the work of a serial killer!” “This is what a Frenchman would call caliente fiesta!” “Just step anywhere, it’s only my life’s work.” “Oh sweet mother of Arceus.” “This isn’t an office, it’s a coffin with pencils.” “It’s not the sort of place you don’t want to be alone at night.” “I’m actually pretty good at being alone at night.” “I promise that I push people away and then hate them for leaving.” “He’s saying you can shove it.” “That went dark fast, I like this, I like this very much.” “Oh, I smell what you’re stepping in.” “I’d like to see this guy’s internet search history.” “All I hear are consonants and all I see are nipples.” “I’m about to rock this place!” “Get me the hell out of here!” “You don’t wanna do this, I’m adorable!” “He’d be damn proud of you, kid.” “Well that’s a bad guy car.” “That’s a twist, that’s very twisty.” “Well there’s no such thing as daddy issues without daddy.” “Second chances are special things, kid.” “What does it all mean? I don’t know!” “This is very exciting, are you excited?!” “So let me get this right. We’re forced to listen to this spa music so your head doesn’t explode and kill us all.” “I’m pretty sure this is the worst idea anyone’s ever had.” “I hated rubbing your feet! I’ll never forgive my hands for what they did!” “I can feel it in my jellies.” “I made that up! There’s no jellies!” “You tried to kill him!” “I’m sorry, I pushed you away when you needed me the most.” “I will undo what has been done.” “I hope we never get to see each other again.”

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Ash is in more ways than one, Bulbasaur

This thing was going on around so 

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My muse has been having the same nightmare for weeks now and it’s taking it’s toll. Send me “You look exhausted.” for my muse’s response.

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terres-arides:

She doesn’t laugh- her face just deepens into a frown. Even responding feels like more than the “joke” deserves for a few tense seconds.

She spares a glance to the test, which still lies innocuous on the table. It’s cheap and poorly-made, and the directions on the box told her that it would take a few minutes to show results. That means they have a few more minutes to bicker before getting results.

She wants a drink, but she probably shouldn’t… at least until they know the results.

“Coulda’ known by now, if you would’ve stopped earlier.” Her voice is accusatory, now blaming him for their stressful predicament here and now. That’s what she really faults him for in the moment- the tension of not knowing.

Ash sighed, crossing his arms defensively. “I drove as fast as I could to get here.” He thought that the sooner they got to the lake house, the sooner Ere would feel better. Fresh air, not being stuck on the car, and the wonderful feeling of not being in the city.

He recognized that his ‘just carsick’ theory was foolish. Denial had just led to things getting worse and more tense. But, he was scared. Sure, he and Ere had talked about having kids. But the second Ash was faced with the possibility of becoming a father, he panicked. Not the best instinct, he thought.

They had zipped up the highway, Ash making tight, fast turns as if trying to outrun his fear. Him driving the same cocky way he flew shuttles had probably made things worse. “I’m sorry, Ere.” He hung his head. “I was a real jerk.”

@my-mind-mybody, cont. from here.

Ash crossed his arms. The only reason he wasn’t huffing was that he had to act mature in this situation. Even though part of him wanted to storm off to the lakeshore and fish until he felt better.

“So, we wait then.” Ere could have told him about her nausea and other symptoms before they had gotten in the car. Ash would have settled for her mentioning it before the halfway point. Instead she had mentioned it when they were 2/3 the way there and Ash had to keep driving til they hit the town near the lake because he refused to pay for a price gouged pregnancy test at a gas station.

“Yeah,” she agrees with no small amount of hostility in her voice. “We wait.”

She flops back onto the bed so that she doesn’t have to see that stupid stick of plastic staring back at her. Inwardly, she reviews every little thing that brought them to this point- they barely made it to the charging station because someone (quite possibly her, though she’s loathe to admit it) forgot to plug the car in last night, their lunches were soggy from a spilled water bottle, not to mention the nausea as she tried to hold breakfast down when they set out.... and now they were alone together in a picturesque lake cabin for a week. Miserable.

Propped up against the pillows, she still glares at him, holding him equally responsible for their current misfortune.

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Ash caught Ere's glare and and glared back, hoping she'd notice. It wasn't his fault he was terrible with people feeling sick. Or that the road to the lake was so bumpy. Okay, the first part was his fault. The least he could do is have some sympathy for his wife.

Ash's instinct was to go and pull the cover off the boat. Take it out on the lake and fish until his head was clear. But running off to *fish* of all things was too much of a stereotype.

"I guess you don't want to go out onto the water while we wait?" Ash winced at his joke. Instead of breaking the tension, he had added to it. "Sorry."

@my-mind-mybody, cont. from here.

Ash crossed his arms. The only reason he wasn’t huffing was that he had to act mature in this situation. Even though part of him wanted to storm off to the lakeshore and fish until he felt better.

“So, we wait then.” Ere could have told him about her nausea and other symptoms before they had gotten in the car. Ash would have settled for her mentioning it before the halfway point. Instead she had mentioned it when they were 2/3 the way there and Ash had to keep driving til they hit the town near the lake because he refused to pay for a price gouged pregnancy test at a gas station.

“Yeah,” she agrees with no small amount of hostility in her voice. “We wait.”

She flops back onto the bed so that she doesn’t have to see that stupid stick of plastic staring back at her. Inwardly, she reviews every little thing that brought them to this point- they barely made it to the charging station because someone (quite possibly her, though she’s loathe to admit it) forgot to plug the car in last night, their lunches were soggy from a spilled water bottle, not to mention the nausea as she tried to hold breakfast down when they set out…. and now they were alone together in a picturesque lake cabin for a week. Miserable.

Propped up against the pillows, she still glares at him, holding him equally responsible for their current misfortune.

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Transmitting to you now, Discovery.

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Oh, children are parasites. Ungrateful. Inconvenient. I had to find someone else to feed mine, or I would have gotten nothing done.

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This didn’t happen, but I’m kinda into the “black ops preying on traumatized veterans” part. Although to be fair, I never really explored that, because in just about every verse, Ash adopts the baby L’Rell had, because he refuses to left *his* son be raised by *her*. (also I make the baby half human)

Ash Tyler could have had the best character arc in Star Trek if the writers had given a shit about him

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Ash crossed his arms. The only reason he wasn't huffing was that he had to act mature in this situation. Even though part of him wanted to storm off to the lakeshore and fish until he felt better.

"So, we wait then." Ere could have told him about her nausea and other symptoms before they had gotten bin the car. Ash would have settled for her mentioning it before the halfway point. Instead she had mentioned it when they were 2/3 the way there and Ash had to keep driving til they hit the town near the lake because he refused to pay for a price gouged pregnancy test at a gas station.

"Are you pregnant?" (from @deathbytardigrade or @my-mind-mybody, up to you.)

She nearly hisses, or maybe growls, when she hears him outside the bathroom. He would ask.

She puts the cap back on the test, flimsy and plastic and old-fashioned as it is, and stalks out of the bathroom. Slaps the test down onto the dresser with a little more force than necessary.

“It’ll be a few minutes before we know.”

(”Because someone said we should stop at the store to get a pregnancy test, but someone kept driving and put it off till the last minute, so we couldn’t even get one that looks like it’s from this century.” This goes unsaid, because she wants to maintain some semblance of dignity, but it is felt.)

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competenceknowsnobounds

“Don’t you worry,” Chris said, with the kind of “I’m-almost-ignoring-that” voice that’s intended to ignore the comment, not the person. Instead, he skipped the mounting block and hopped straight onto his horse, a big brown mare nearly two hands taller than Ash’s horse. “I pulled Two-Step out of retirement just for you, he won’t hurt a fly and he never bucks. Two steps, after all.”

He guided himself and his horse back around to offer Ash a hand on the block with a grin, proud of his own joke and the distraction.

“Get it? He won’t take more than two steps if he has to.”

Ash laughed. “Ah, okay.” He accepted Chris’ hand, stood on the block, then mounted the horse, trying to not fall. He was surprised when he found himself actually sitting on the saddle. Ash shifted trying to get comfortable in the saddle. He quickly gave up though, realizing that her nerves were the real problem.

“What now?” Ash asked, picked up the reins and trying to copy how Chris was holding them.

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why i never speak of it.

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competenceknowsnobounds:

“You’re welcome, yeah,” he says offhand as he crouches down to the ground again. This time, it’s to wipe off a smear of mud that currently covers the other side’s engravings. He goes down the line, putting wildflowers by each name. Taylor, 2237. Jamie, 2238. Cecelia, 2231-42. Avery, 2250. It feels nice to remember them. Or, as he explained to his therapists, it feels nice to know that his Leland (it’s always “his” Leland, even though that too feels disrespectful to Ash) is taking care of their babies in the afterlife.

He feels… mostly… bad for ignoring Ash’s tears. Or at least, not giving them his full attention. It’s easy to justify, when all people are telling him is to take time for himself. After all, he gave his whole heart and a not-insignificant part of his body for his marriage. And what’s he doing with that? He’s clearly stuck in the past, smiling softly to his babies’ (little more than zygotes, really) names, promising them that Papa’s here, it’s okay. And ignoring what’s in the present. Christopher, he can almost hear Le say. You’re being a hypocrite. So he stands up, takes Ash’s hand.“Thank you for coming.”

Ash nodded. He felt sad and sick to his stomach all at once. He wasn’t sure how to feel about this. The grave was just... a lot. It made him feel like the third wheel in this relationship. Just a boy toy brought in for fun. Which was probably true. That’s what Ash told himself when he was downstairs in the middle of the night crying and hoping Chris couldn’t hear. It was easier, maybe, to ignore how much he missed Leland. And Chris, who he felt had grown more distant.

He was surprised when Chis took his hand. He didn’t pull away, instead, he gently squeezed Chris’ hand and said, “You’re welcome. Once again, thank you for bringing me up here. It means a lot.” Technically, none of that was a lie.

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But did they love you? Come on Tyler, deep down in there you know you were just used. Look me in the metaphorical eye and say that they loved you just as much as you loved them.

Ash thought. Leland had probably never loved him, having eyes only for Chris. But Chris... Ash thought back. He couldn't remember a time when Chris had said the words. Chris had always found a way around it. "Maybe they didn't love me," Ash retorted. "But I loved them. And even if they were using me, we all enjoyed the relationship." Ash wanted to believe that. Wanted to believe that them supposibly using him was okay since he asked them out.

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There's a reason L'Rell didn't want you to see Tenavik again. That's his real name, not that stupid human name you tried to give him when you wanted to "save" him from the monastery. How do you know how to be a dad? You couldn't even hold on to relationships, there's no way you can care for a child.

Ash was surprised by the message on his padd. Especially since the sender wasn't listed. His heart sank as he read it. Without thinking, he typed back. "Tajiri Tenavik Tyler is my son. And I am going to protect him and give him the best life I can. Even if I have to do that without a partner."

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Pike and Leland were just using you, Pike especially. Leland never kept it in his pants, but you know Chrissy. What about his devout monogamy makes you think he'd be interested in you? All he ever wanted out of Leland was companionship and a baby, and when Leland failed at both it was easy to turn to you, the little lost puppy who clinged to every captain he saw. He knew you would give him what he wanted, with enough sweet talk. You're too gullible, Tyler.

Ash hated this dream. Or rather nightmare. "I'm not gullible! And I loved them both!"

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Chris Pike. Thoughts? (Don't leave anything out...)

My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 asks.

Ask them funny questions, get personal, query about the people around them or pester them for their deepest darkest secrets - go wild! Include ✘ with the asks! (1/10)

“I love him. So much. love his smile, how kind he is, how he’s a good captain. And his body.” Ash bit his lip. “He’s really hot.”