#nurse White

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Sprites for the main cast members for my Cluedo project, Colourful Clues! #masquerade #mystery #murdermystery #visualnovel #kineticnovel #audiodrama #characterdesign #art #artist #illustration #digitalart

[protectoursharks]

cutest shark facts?

Nurse sharks and white tip reef sharks form a pile and cuddle!

It's believed to be a form of social bonding and has helped challenge the "lone shark" assumption, allowing us to learn more about shark ecology and interaction!

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Seltin Sweet

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Harvest Plagues from Squishable

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somewhere in the deep blue sea

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Found on Pinterest 😍😍 had to share!!

🎨: The Art of Ama @nekoama

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Takato Yamamoto

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reblog for bigger sample size :)

[critter-wizard]

ep 43 had me tearing up in a fucking shopping centre ‼️‼️

b+w alt version that I truly couldn't decide if I liked it more . Also I included a lot of thoughts in the tags but they're somewhat incoherent<3

[80bitesofsweets]

my monster hunter group known as the shark fins.

a group of sailors that hunt the sea monsters that threaten..well.. the sea.

[thebunnednun]

My Medic! Smoker x Nurse! Reader

Request:

THIS BIG MAN NEEDS SOME LOVE!!! Smoker x Nurse!reader. After a battle, Smoker gets injured and goes to the Marine infirmary and the reader [his crush] takes care of him HJSHSHSH I LOVE HIM!!!!

@sosongstrawberry You ask and you shall receive!

I swear this man smokes at least 15 packs a day.

On with the show!!~

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Smoker trudged into the Marine infirmary, his usual confidence tempered by the pain radiating from a deep gash on his side. The battle had been fierce, but the Marines had emerged victorious. However, victory came with its own set of costs. Smoker, ever the stoic, had refused immediate attention until he was sure his men were safe and accounted for.

The sterile smell of antiseptic filled his senses as he entered, the bright lights causing him to squint slightly. He growled in discomfort, muttering to himself about how much he hated hospitals. But when he saw you, the nurse he had a secret admiration for, his annoyance turned into a mix of awkwardness and hidden delight.

You were busy tending to another patient when you noticed him. Dressed in a crisp, white uniform with a light blue apron and matching cap, you looked both professional and adorably cute. Your eyes widened in concern when you saw the blood-soaked bandage wrapped around his torso.

"Commander Smoker! Why didn’t you come sooner? You should have been treated immediately!" you scolded gently, guiding him to an empty bed.

"I’m fine," he grumbled, though he didn't resist your touch. "Just take care of the others first."

You shook your head, your hands already moving to unwrap the makeshift bandage. "Everyone else is stable. Now, hold still."

Smoker winced as you carefully peeled away the blood-soaked cloth, revealing the deep cut. You could feel his eyes on you as you worked, and it made your heart race a little faster. Despite his gruff exterior, you knew he had a kind heart, and the idea of him being in pain bothered you more than you wanted to admit.

"This is pretty deep," you murmured, more to yourself than to him. "You’re lucky it didn’t hit anything vital."

He grunted in response, his eyes fixed on your concentrated expression. "I've been through worse."

You glanced up, catching his gaze for a moment. "Doesn’t mean you should neglect yourself."

There was a brief, almost awkward silence as you cleaned the wound. The tension between you two was palpable, though neither of you dared to address it directly. As you worked, Smoker found himself relaxing under your care, the pain becoming more bearable.

"How do you do it?" he asked suddenly, his voice softer than usual.

"Do what?" you replied, not looking up from your work.

"Stay so calm and composed, even with all this chaos around."

You paused for a moment, considering your answer. "I guess... it’s because I care. I want to help people, make sure they’re okay. It’s why I became a nurse."

Smoker nodded slowly, a small, rare smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You’re good at it. Really good."

You felt a warmth spread through you at his words. "Thank you, Smoker. That means a lot coming from you."

The rest of the procedure went smoothly, the two of you sharing occasional glances and small smiles. Once the wound was stitched and bandaged, you stepped back to admire your handiwork.

"All done," you said, your voice tinged with relief. "Try to take it easy for a while, okay?"

He nodded, but as he stood to leave, he hesitated. You noticed his ever-present cigars and frowned slightly.

"Smoker, you need to stop smoking, especially while you’re healing. It’s not good for you," you said firmly, yet sweetly.

He looked taken aback for a moment, then chuckled. "I’ll... try."

You smiled warmly, your heart fluttering. "Good. And if you need anything, anything at all, just let me know. I’m here to help."

Smoker nodded again, feeling an unfamiliar warmth in his chest. "Thank you. Really."

As the days passed, Smoker found himself looking forward to his check-ups, not just for the medical attention but for the chance to see you. Your tough yet sweet demeanor was a refreshing change, and he found himself falling for you more with each interaction.

By the end of his stay, Smoker was fully healed, and though he was eager to get back to his duties, he felt a pang of reluctance at leaving you. On the day of his discharge, he walked into the infirmary with a small bouquet of flowers in hand, a rare, almost shy smile on his face.

"These are for you," he said, holding out the flowers. "To thank you for everything."

You took the flowers, blushing slightly. "Thank you, Smoker. They’re beautiful."

He cleared his throat, his usual gruffness returning for a moment. "And, um, I was wondering... would you like to go out sometime? Maybe dinner?"

Your eyes widened in surprise, then softened with affection. "I’d love to."

Smoker’s smile widened, a genuine, heartfelt expression. "Great. I’ll see you tonight, then."

As he walked out of the infirmary, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and hope. Maybe, just maybe, this big, strong man needed more than just medical attention. Maybe he needed someone to care for him, someone like you.

And as for Smoker, he realized that perhaps letting someone in wasn’t as terrifying as he thought, especially if that someone was you.

Bonus!-------------

The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden hue over the bustling streets of the town. Smoker adjusted his coat nervously as he approached the quaint café where he was meeting you. The place was known for its cozy atmosphere and delicious pastries, making it the perfect spot for a first date.

As he stepped inside, the smell of fresh coffee and baked goods greeted him, along with the soft hum of conversation. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on you, sitting by the window.

You looked adorable in a light pink dress with delicate lace trim, a small white cardigan draped over your shoulders. Your hair was styled simply but elegantly, and you wore a sweet, nervous smile as you spotted him.

"Hi, Smoker," you greeted, standing up to hug him lightly.

"Hey," he replied, a bit gruffly, though his expression softened as he handed you another bouquet of flowers. "These are for you."

Your eyes sparkled with delight as you took the flowers, inhaling their sweet scent. "Thank you, they're beautiful."

He pulled out a chair for you before sitting down himself. The two of you ordered your drinks, and as you waited, the conversation flowed naturally. Smoker found himself relaxing more with each passing minute, your presence soothing his usual tension.

"So," he began, taking a sip of his coffee. "How’s your day been?"

"Busy, but good," you replied, smiling. "Seeing you has definitely been the highlight, though."

He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that made your heart flutter. "I’m glad to hear that. I was a bit worried you might get tired of seeing me so often."

"Never," you said firmly, your eyes locking with his. "I enjoy our time together."

There was a brief, comfortable silence as you both savored your drinks and the peaceful ambiance of the café. Smoker took a deep breath, feeling a rare sense of calm and happiness. He knew he wanted to make this moment special, to solidify the bond you were forming.

He reached across the table, gently taking your hand in his. "I’ve been thinking a lot about us, about you," he said, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "And I wanted to ask you something."

You tilted your head slightly, curiosity and anticipation dancing in your eyes. "What is it?"

Smoker’s grip on your hand tightened just a fraction as he mustered his courage. "Would you consider being my personal nurse? If I promise to be your personal soldier, always there to protect you?"

Your heart skipped a beat, your cheeks flushing with a mixture of surprise and joy. "You mean… like us being together?"

He nodded, his gaze intense yet tender. "Yeah. I want you by my side, both on and off duty. I want to take care of you just like you’ve taken care of me."

Tears of happiness welled up in your eyes as you squeezed his hand. "Yes, Smoker. I’d love that."

A rare, genuine smile spread across his face as he lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. "You’ve made me the happiest man alive," he murmured.

The two of you spent the rest of the evening talking, laughing, and sharing sweet moments, the world outside fading into the background. It was just you and Smoker, wrapped in a bubble of warmth and affection.

As the night came to a close and Smoker walked you back to your quarters, he felt a newfound sense of purpose and contentment. He had found someone who cared for him deeply, someone he wanted to cherish and protect with all his might.

And as for you, you knew you had found a partner who, despite his tough exterior, had a heart of gold. Someone who made you feel safe and loved. Together, you knew you could face anything the world threw at you.

As you stood at your door, Smoker leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a tender, lingering kiss. "Goodnight, my personal nurse," he whispered.

"Goodnight, my personal soldier," you replied, your voice filled with happiness.

With one last smile, Smoker turned and walked away, already looking forward to the many more moments and memories you would share together.

As Smoker was about to turn the corner, he heard your voice calling out to him from behind.

"Smoker, wait!" you called, your voice tinged with excitement.

He paused, turning back to see you standing at the doorway of your quarters, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"Would you like a nightcap? Or... better yet, a check-up?~"

He couldn't help but grin at your suggestion, a surge of warmth flooding through him.

"Why not both?~"

With a shared laugh and a knowing glance, you both ran inside together, the promise of a night filled with laughter, love, and a little healing, waiting just beyond the threshold.

The next morning his cadets couldn't help but notice the ease in their captain's attitude.~

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I hope you enjoyed your request my dear! I took a softer approach to his personality.

To be posted on the ao3 account soon.

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Seen you soon my loves!!~ <<33

[dykedvonte]

Do you have anything you've been thinking on but just haven't made a post about it yet? Also I'm really enjoying your fic!

I have a few things but it's likely mostly headcanons that I consider somewhat disconnected from my analysis.

Curly's parents had him old, only child, died shortly after he graduated and got the pony express position. It was the last big thing they saw him do which is a reason he stayed for so long.

Doesn't admit how much their death affected him

Jimmy has a largish family. One of the cases of too many kids to keep tract of, parent never really noticed any of them nor their behaviors

Anya lived in a lot of houses growing up, regular supportive family that just struggled to support themselves.

Became a nurse largely to avoid their financial struggles but mostly because she felt too many people weren't being cared for and advocated for in the world properly

Swansea likes high top sneakers most. Likes how snug they fit and how they shield his ankles at work

Curly has a bit of a caffeine problem since he can’t sleep. Can occasionally be found wandering the ship at “night” when he had some too late or just couldn’t sleep.

Daisuke knows a little about a lot of things. Starts conversations with “did you know” a lot but please don’t ask him deeper questions

Curly has known Jimmy longer but has worked with Anya and Swansea longer, met them during his middle years, met Jimmy shortly before college.

Swansea rents a house, Daisuke’s family lives in a big nice apartment, Curly has a condo, Anya live in a small one bedroom apartment and Jimmy has a studio.

Curly's home is very disconcerting. It's too normal to a like uncanny degree.

Anya is ambidextrous but prefers her left.

Anya and Curly are both not native English speakers so occasionally they forget words and bond over the mutual mocking they get from the rest of the crew. Daisuke knows some Japanese but is still learning, never picked it up as a kid

Only Swansea and Daisuke know how to drive, Earth in my mind is very post capitalist so only older people and like the extremely wealthy can afford cars.

It's also like walkable just due to how many businesses are in your face. Probably strict living vs shopping districts

I have more but the way that I headcanon about them is like too long.

[the-gloomth]

[cheecats]

Aaaand all The Divers are done!

Born just over a year after the second litter, these two are the baby brothers of the group and mark the final of Otodus' litters.

Otodus planned to have another litter following, but contracted feline panleukopenia virus over halfway through pregnancy and became gravely ill. She ended up being taken by the owners of her partner at the time, Roman, upon his pleading for her to go to the vet, leaving The Hammerhead Shark as the de facto leader for two and a half moons. She was treated, then later spayed, and kept confined to the owner's nest for recovery. She returned one day without explanation with her two young kits in toe. Roman was not in company. The circumstances of these two's births is a sore topic amidst The Divers, Otodus becoming quick to anger if there is any reference to Roman or her sickness & recovery. Any facts within are ancient history.

The Nurse Shark has a dynamic range of expertise, usually growing bored of his job roles and squeezing into another when he gets the chance. He has some medical and craft knowledge, but currently (and with the greatest longevity) has taken to food preparation and cooking for the group. While he knows how, he isn't confident swimming, preferring to stick to the shore or boats built by the group. He's probably the most "normal" of The Divers, although that's not saying much…

and The Great White Shark. My main guy. Debatably the WORST of The Divers. A violent asshole who sees the world as his playground, he's honestly just here for a good time. But his use to the group with strength, hunting and aquatic prowess are undeniable. Most of his siblings are at least somewhat uneasy around him, and for good reason.

DIRECTORY:

[Captain Otodus]

[Otodus' First Litter]

[Otodus' Second Litter]

[Otodus' Third Litter]

[dancingastralwitch]

A Palestinian man is asked in an interview by a white woman if he condemns Hamas while his people are being slaughtered in the open, and HE is the one condemned when he yells that it's injustice to insulate that his people deserve to be murdered, because "Hamas chose this."

A black woman is attacked first in a fight and SHE is the bad guy when she strikes back, she is the one whose face is plastered all over social media to be condemned and shamed for "aggression."

Two sisters are appropriately reacting to their oppressors by ripping off posters promoting their propaganda, and THEY are shamed and attacked for their lack of politeness when their people are being killed for existing.

An American democrat watches her colleagues cheer on genocide and ethical cleansing, the murder of children and the rape of women and the slaughter of families, and SHE is the one censored for speaking out in defense of them, despite her grief of losing family members.

Zionists are not condemned for enjoying the thought of children being killed, for calling Palestinians "animals" or saying Gaza should be "turned into a parking lot", Israeli doctors can get away with demanding that Palestinians, HUMAN BEINGS, should be murdered, that their only remaining hospital should be crushed.

They are not condemned for saying they wanted nuclear weapons unleashed on Gaza, they are not condemned for the imprisonment and torture of children, for desecrating dead Palestinians' corpses and mauling their bodies, for mocking Muslim Palestinians by rubbing their bullets against pig's skin before shooting them, for bombing Palestinian churches, for bombing universities, for shutting electricity from Gaza, cutting Palestinians from food and water, not letting them access to aid, for bombing CANCER hospitals and CHILDRENS HOSPITALS, for turning the sky of Gaza RED from explosions, for killing enough students that the entire school year was canceled, for annihilating families, for attacking Jewish people in Jerusalem, for cutting dead fetuses off dead mothers, for STEALING THEIR SKIN AND ORGANS and using them for their benefit, for forcing CHILDREN to hold a press conference to say that hey, they want to live.

Insinuating that this is about religion is the basis of Zionism. 60 members of Hamas were killed, and 10,500 civilians killed, 4000 of which are children. Over 800 bloodlines erased. Israel says they aim for "damage, not accuracy." Implying this is about Hamas is lies.

When white people in power tell you from their air-conditioned studios this is Israel defending itself, refuse to let Palestinian journalists explain things happening from their point of view, watch those journalists lose their entire families for speaking about what's happening to them, demonize Arabs who rage about injustice, ask Palestinians grieving if they condemn Hamas, know this is propaganda.

You shouldn't need them to tell you they're parroting lies to you. Their lies kill people. Their lies destroy people. Their apologies are insincere and their "sympathy" is limited only to those who look like them. It is unjust. It is cruel.

If I was were to narrate to you every atrocity Israel commited that I am aware of, I would never stop typing.

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Seltin Sweet

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