#...could the mimes be in france

[dastardlydandelion]

going to need the next entry in the A Quiet Place franchise to be about a troupe of mimes.

[barkingbarghest]

I was streaming a fresh run of Clair Obscur to my parents and it's *wild* how different fights feel in the early game vs the late game. I know that's not a crazy innovation or unique affect of this game over others, but dang! The poor old Gustave cycle of Lumière Assault -> wait for AP -> Overcharge vs my completely busted "Verso does fifty things at once" build.

[n1ght0f-nyx]

Hi!! I just read your newest and omg was it amazing! Would you be interested in writing something where Erik and reader have a bit of a language barrier (maybe they’re learning French but aren’t fluent yet) so they bring a French-English dictionary with them everywhere? They like talking to Erik but once in a while they have to stop in the middle of a passionate rant to look something up. Maybe they teach him some English too? Just had this idea and thought it might be interested as someone who pretty much spent two weeks in France wishing I was fluent…

i have had this sitting in drafts for so long i feel terrible. phantom of the opera erik destler x reader

warnings/tags- minor language barrier, i dont speak french.

word count-877 words

The first time you met Erik, you had barely enough French to order a coffee without embarrassing yourself.

"Un café, s'il vous plaît," you had murmured, hands shaking, heart racing. The words felt foreign in your mouth, but you had practiced them religiously. The waiter had nodded, unfazed, and you had nearly wept in relief.

Now, standing before Erik in the dim glow of his underground home, you wished ordering coffee was the most difficult thing you'd have to say.

"You insist on carrying that thing with you everywhere?" he asked, gesturing at the thick French-English dictionary clutched in your arms. His voice was like velvet wrapped around a razor's edge, both amused and sharp.

You held the book tighter. "Oui. Yes. It helps."

He made a sound of mild disapproval, folding his arms across his chest. "You should learn naturally. You rely too much on that book."

"You are learning!" you shot back, only to hesitate. "I mean, j'apprends!"

He smirked. "Hardly."

"Oh, shut up."

His golden eyes gleamed. "Tu devrais dire 'taisez-vous,' ma chère."

You groaned and flipped open your dictionary, determined to find a better retort. He waited, amused, as you traced your finger along the pages. After a moment, you found what you were looking for.

"Vous êtes insupportable," you declared triumphantly.

He laughed, a rare and unexpected sound. "Well said."

Conversations with Erik were exhilarating, even when they felt like linguistic duels. He had a way of drawing words out of you, forcing you to rely less on your book and more on your instincts. Still, sometimes you just needed your trusty dictionary, much to his chagrin.

"You saw the most incredible thing today!" you burst into his lair one evening, flushed with excitement. "There was this—oh, how do you say—" you flipped through the pages, scanning frantically. "Ah! Un jongleur! A juggler!"

"A juggler?" he echoed, one brow arching in amusement. "And this excites you?"

"Yes! He was juggling—" you paused, flipping again. "Um. Les torches en feu?"

"Flaming torches," Erik corrected, sighing as if exhausted by your effort. "You could have simply mimed it."

"You could have," you admitted, "but where's the fun in that?"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "You are insufferable."

"Oh? Et vous êtes insupportable!"

He snorted. "Touché."

In exchange for your relentless attempts at French, you had begun teaching Erik some English. He resisted at first, declaring the language to be inelegant and crude, but curiosity eventually won out.

"Say it again," he demanded one evening, eyes narrowed in concentration.

"'The music is beautiful.'"

"Ze musique ees... beautifool."

You bit your lip, suppressing a smile. "Close! It's 'beautiful.'"

"Beautifool."

"Try 'bee-yoo-ti-ful.'"

He growled under his breath, glaring at the invisible force preventing him from mastering the pronunciation. "Bee-yoo-ti-ful."

"Yes! That was perfect!"

He looked pleased for a brief moment before scowling again. "This language is ridiculous."

"Maybe. But now you can compliment your own music in two languages."

He sighed dramatically. "A necessary skill, I suppose."

You laughed. "Exactly."

Over time, your language barrier became less of an obstacle and more of a game. You would tease him with complex English words, and he would retaliate with intricate French phrases, smirking when you fumbled them.

One evening, as you sat together in the candlelight, you flipped through your dictionary absentmindedly. "Erik, how do you say... 'I am happy here'?"

He watched you for a long moment before replying, his voice softer than usual. "Je suis heureux ici."

You repeated it carefully. "Je suis heureux ici."

His expression was unreadable, but something in his eyes shifted. "Good. You are improving."

You smiled. "Merci."

He hesitated, then murmured, "Thank you."

Surprised, you looked up. His English pronunciation was impeccable this time, though his voice carried an unfamiliar vulnerability.

Maybe, just maybe, you were learning more than just words.

Time passed, and soon enough, the dictionary spent more time closed than open. Your French was far from perfect, and Erik still struggled with certain English words, but your conversations flowed easier now.

One evening, after a particularly animated discussion about poetry, you sighed and leaned back in your chair. "You never told me your favorite poem."

Erik regarded you for a moment before replying, "Demain, dès l'aube."

You blinked, unfamiliar with the title. Reaching for your dictionary, you hesitated. "Can you... recite it?"

He nodded, then began, his voice like silk wrapping around the verses.

"Demain, dès l'aube, à l'heure où blanchit la campagne, Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m'attends."

You listened, entranced, the words foreign yet melodic. You caught pieces of it—"tomorrow, at dawn," "I will leave," "I know you wait for me"—but you wanted to understand more.

"Wait," you murmured, flipping through the dictionary. He reached out and stopped you, his hand warm over yours.

"No book. Just listen."

So you did.

As he continued, you found yourself catching meaning not just through words, but through the emotions in his voice, the way his tone softened and deepened. Maybe language wasn't just about translations and definitions. Maybe it was about connection, about understanding without needing perfection.

When he finished, there was silence between you, comfortable and profound.

"That was beautiful," you said finally.

He tilted his head. "That was... bee-yoo-ti-ful?"

You grinned. "Perfect."

[dereks-unrelenting-heart]

SFTH Chaotic Highlights (OMG Is This A Joke)

Alright, I'm finally starting to make these for the longforms! These are gonna be quite a bit longer than the other two I've made, since these videos are (typically) longer and I have a lot of thoughts about them lol (edit while writing, less than halfway through the video - yeah, I have way more to say than I thought I would)

Before I even get into the video itself, I just love the bold move of having their first Youtube longform be one about nazis, let's people know the kind of humor they'll be getting from these guys lmao

Also shout out to the not insignificant number of people who fully didn't recognize AJ with hair

Luke's executive decision to grab a prop gun and just stand there like 🧍🏼

"If he was only a foot and a half taller, he would be a perfect nazi!" Still one of my favorite Luke short jokes, because if I was him I genuinely wouldn't know how to take that observation-

Not sure why Sam chose the puffy purple jacket for his villain character, but at least we get to call him Ze Blackberry now

I'd like to imagine as Sam was introducing himself, he looked over to Luke like 'oh shit right, he's still just fucking standing there, I should probably include him somehow' and to Sam that ofc meant flirting with him

Which btw is the strangest flirting attempt I've ever seen- "Beautiful little pocket-sized Aryan" and "Sexy little ferret" ?? Guys I've never flirted with anyone but I don't think he's doing it right

"Guten Abend" Luke/Hans isn't good at this flirting thing either, but at least they're both having fun

Two French brothers casually parachuting over Berlin during World War II, nothing weird about that

"Ja- yes- er, oui! I'm trilingual, I'm sorry" Idk if it's the language confusion or the fact he apologized to the nazi, but this was a great line

"The plan is working perfectly, we're making them uncomfortable. Keep it up!" Luke, who has done very little in that regard except respond to Sam: "Okay!!" *just keeps standing there*

"Hard day being a nazi?" Considering you're currently giving him a backrub and are probably about to fuck him, I'd say he's having a pretty good day

Before Luke's BAFTA winning portrayals of grief in The Evil Make-A-Wish Kid and The Grape Depression, we had AJ's sobbing in OMGITAJ

So glad this play was set mainly in France so AJ could show off his French knowledge in the best ways (skipping across the stage and singing)

Sam characteristically entering briefly as an unspecified beast that for simplicity I'm going to call a ram

Genuinely one of my favorite and most underappreciated moments in the video is Katherine assigning Luke's character a feminine name, which he clearly didn't expect, and he just takes a moment to reevaluate life, while staring at the comedically placed banana in his hand. 10/10 fantastic bit

"My husband has been captured" "You know this for sure?" "Well he didn't come home and he's a French spy so" Fair logic that was 100% correct

"I already have a husband" "Well Xavier will have to wait until he's officially dead then" rip Jean-Luc man, at least Sarah seems to genuinely love him and be loyal though, good for them

Tag yourself, I'm AJ fangirling heavy over Xavier as he walks onstage

"I could have mimed it but I did not" has and forever will live in my brain rent free, bro had no reason to do that but took the fucking opportunity

Also Sarah's friend (did she ever get a name?) is simping for Xavier more than Sarah herself, they could've just fucked instead

"I don't know the French word for mice" "C'est une souris, une souris, une souris" French lessons with AJ

I've already made a whole post about my love for pre-reveal Xavier, but jesus, can you blame me? This character is the actual reason I started being attracted to Tom in the first place, why is he so SMOOTH-

Also the fact Luke didn't even flinch when Tom tilted his chair back and just nonchalantly crossed his legs- This whole scene is perfect istg

"I'm just going to take a few pictures-" That's so real of you girl

"I am a man" Gonna start saying this in front of the mirror as affirmations in the morning, same tone and everything

Tom launching himself across the stage before he even has the chance to rebutton his shirt lol

"Look out! It's the nazi-looking guy!" Saying this about the actual nazi is so funny

Not me being genuinely kinda sad about François getting killed

Katherine getting into Sam's carriage with a pumpkin (For some reason??) and Sam pausing not once, but twice, and eventually deciding to proceed as normal and not question it

Jean-Luc: *crying because trauma* Katherine: "Aw.. If you're thirsty you could drink it!" Katherine might've earned her place as my favorite 5th SFTH member they've had

Big Hans showing up with an entirely different vibe from the last time we saw him- Maybe because he's not busy being gay with Ze Blackberry

But really, why is this nazi boy so excited about the french language while he's taking over their country

"Les coqs :D" Sir what is this energy you're putting out, it's confusing me

I like that instead of just saying something like "It's a French horse, why do I care if I kicked it" he's just like "German horses wouldn't give a shit, your horses are just weak"

"Very hairy chickens you have here" A joke they couldn't have made now-

I'd just like to point out that Big Hans didn't get shot from what I could tell, so he could technically still be alive. Idk what to do with that information, I just wanted it out there

Tom pulling his classic sexy-character move: Foot dramatically placed on chair

The cleaner just being like "what a fucking mess, god I hate my job" as if Xavier and Sarah aren't currently having a whole plot-altering revelation in the same room

Oh yeah, and this is also the moment I was very relieved Sarah was a better person than me (/hj) and didn't sleep with Xavier

Also, mostly unrelated, but Katherine's voice specifically as the cleaner reminds me of DHMIS every single time and idk why

"Are you quite finished??" "... Honestly, no"

"But who would do that? Who would do- It was me" He tried to be mysterious but Xavier really wanted credit for what he did

Sam the Ram returns! Very cool that their first video had classics of all kinds: Sam being a chaotic animal, AJ getting to be French, Tom being a sexy German, and Luke being an equally-attractive-but-not-quite-as-played-up woman

"I was tortured by two men gettig with each other next to me" "They're always doing that, the nazis" If SFTH can make nazis gay af, they truly can do anything

Why does Ram-Sam look so offended on behalf of the French after Luke's "It's in my nature" line lmaoo

"Where did you get my dildo!?" Amazing line from Luke, but really what was that thing??

And ofc Xavier dies as he lived.. Shirtless. Sexy evil bastard-

[pandaofsecrets]

Throw you a soft pitch for the first one: New York Miraculous.

The Metropolis of the ML universe.

First of all, a lot of character names would have to change; that goes without saying. Two I've already thought of are Marie Baker-Cheng for Marinette (because obviously), and Adrian Glanville for Adrien (from the name of the Glanville fritillary, a type of butterfly). Others I can think of off the top of my head include Rose Glass (her canon name is a play on a French idiom roughly equivalent to "wearing rose-colored glasses") and Chloe Burgess. Nathaniel's name is one of the few that would see no change.

Bagels would probably replace macarons as Tikki's food of choice. For Plagg I have no idea.

NYC is one of the four big fashion capitals of the world, together with Milan, London, and Paris, so Marinette would probably still be into fashion. I see an American writing team putting more focus on it and her career aspirations in general, compared with what we got in canon.

Speaking of which, I don't think the romance would be as big a deal, especially compared to the superhero plot. "L'amour" is stereotypical for France (and especially Paris), but American media seems to have moved away from putting that much emphasis on romance in stuff aimed at little girls. I've also noticed that the English dub tends to remove a lot of the really sappy romantic dialogue, for example Cat Noir saying that he fell on purpose just so he could meet Ladybug again goes to "Thanks, m'Ladybug, but I had it covered."

I don't think an American Adrien would ever say "m'lady" unironically.

NYC has been described as "the gay capital of the world", so Julerose and MarcNath are more likely to be confirmed in the show itself, as opposed to the showrunner just saying it on Twitter. Same with Marc being non-binary.

Stuff like Nino being Muslim and Nathanaël being Jewish are also more likely to be confirmed. America just does not have the same cultural bug up its ass about "freedom from religion" that France does.

NYC has the biggest Jewish population in the entire world outside of Israel, so I'd expect Nathanaël to be featured a bit more prominently. (The bronze medal goes to France, btw, which is why it's kinda weird to me that Nath is the only Jewish character in the entire cast. But I digress.)

While the ethnic make-up of the show wouldn't change that much, I'd expect that there would still be differences. Marinette would definitely stay Chinese (especially since NY has the second biggest Chinese population in the US, after California), but Alya would most likely be from an English-speaking Caribbean country like The Bahamas or Jamaica, and Nino would probably be from Syria or Lebanon, as those are the top two countries of origin for Arabs in the US, whereas Morocco is in like 5th or 6th place. That kind of thing. This means that Sapotis would probably not happen or happen very differently, since it's kinda dependent on Alya's family being from Martinique.

Audrey (and therefore Zoé) would probably swap to living in Paris.

The role of perpetually destroyed monument most likely goes to the Empire State Building or the Statue of Liberty. Probably both, with the victim of the week changing depending on the episode.

Some episodes, like The Mime, Bakerix, or Dearest Family, would probably not happen at all or would happen very differently, as they either reference French cultural stuff or otherwise rely on the show being set in France. The Mime would most likely not exist in a version of Miraculous set in NYC.

Gorizilla would be even more of a King Kong pastiche.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Keepsafes

Fandom: Batman, DC Comics

Summary: AU where Martha and Thomas survive, and they adopt the batkids.

Chapters: 44/?

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Thomas Wayne, Martha Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Harvey Dent, Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain, David Cain, Talia al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Tim Drake

Relationships: Thomas Wayne/Martha Wayne/Alfred Pennyworth, BruHarvey, BruTalia

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Hurt/Comfort, Bruce Wayne is Not Batman, Angst, Alfred Pennyworth Knows All, Bruce Wayne Only Has One Child, Bruce Wayne is Not An Only Child, Bi Bruce Wayne

Chapter Forty-Four: Search

Harvey gasped and covered his mouth as soon as he heard the words, “Bruce’s ship wrecked.” Martha said it with tears in her eyes, and Harvey’s ears rang. He couldn’t hear anything after that. Gilda sank down into a seat in the hallway, and Harvey took the keys from her hand and walked out. Without a word to anyone, Harvey got in Gilda’s car and started driving away. 

Cassandra never left Thomas’ side. She slept curled up by his side, and Alfred draped another blanket over them, whispering another word of apology to her. Alfred hadn’t stopped apologizing when he realized what she wanted to tell him. Thomas woke up, feeling nauseous and afraid until he felt the little bundle of warmth curled up beside him. He tried to speak, but it only drained him. Cassandra sat up and patted his chest before miming sleep. Thomas shut his eyes and drifted off. 

Alfred looked at Cassandra with tears in his eyes, and he opened his arms. She climbed out of bed with no hesitation and leaped into Alfred’s arms. “I’m so sorry, Miss Cassandra. I shouldn’t have scolded you,” Alfred cried. Cassandra patted Alfred’s back. 

Martha grabbed her purse from the room and walked to the parking lot before breaking down in the car. She moaned in anguish as she leaned over the steering wheel. It was the hardest she’d ever cried in her life, and she didn’t want anyone to see her. Unfortunately, a knock on her window startled and disappointed her. She turned her head away, and Dylan’s voice carried over her sobs. “Mattie? Mattie, let me in,” Dylan commanded. 

The way his voice sounded reminded her of herself the night Thomas brought Dylan home. Martha unlocked the doors and sniffed as she hid her face. “Bruce is going to come home,” Dylan reassured. Martha made a guttural noise as if she’d been stabbed as she doubled over, clutching her stomach with one hand and the steering wheel in the other. She screamed and sobbed, letting the façade of perfection and strength drop, allowing herself to break with complete abandon. 

Dylan touched her shoulder, and she flinched away as if it hurt to be touched. “Mattie?” Dylan whispered.

She struggled for a shaky breath, trembling as she tried to speak. “I can feel his pain,” Martha sobbed, “He’s hurt and lost and—. I know he’s alive but for how long? When will someone find him? Will they help him make it home?”

“Thomas found me in the middle of France, he barely knew me, and he found me… If Bruce needs help, he’ll find it,” Dylan reassured her. 

**

A series of clicking squawks interrupted the soft crackling of thunder and the rush of waves as they crashed against the shore. Rain poured down, keeping Bruce’s bruised and battered body cold and damp. He turned on his side, vomiting seawater through his mouth and nose as he trembled. Blood trickled down the side of his face as he struggled to his feet. His life vest backpack knocked him off balance as he crawled through the sand to a cluster of trees and pulled himself up to his feet. 

He wiped his nose and looked at his crimson-stained palm as it washed away in the storm. He dragged his injured left leg through the forest, cutting his arms and legs on branches. He could hear a distant series of howls, and his head spun, disorienting him in the dark, but he traveled between the trees grabbing for whatever he could to propel himself forward. After trekking through the forest for several miles, he found a cave and collapsed at the entrance. 

**

Martha sat in the dark parking lot, rocking and trying to retrace Bruce’s voyage plan in her head until Jacob showed up. “Martha,” Jacob knocked on the window. She unlocked the door, and Jacob sat next to her with fries and Italian hotdogs. “Time to eat.” 

“I’m not hungry,” Martha mumbled.

“You’re my sister, so I’m not above trying to force-feed you in this car,” Jacob whispered. 

Martha snatched the styrofoam container and wiped her nose with her sleeve before tearing into a hotdog and sticking her finger in Jacob’s face. “Don’t you ever threaten me. I don’t care how old you are, I will beat you up like I used to when we were kids. Don’t forget your place, little brother,” Martha snapped. Jacob smiled at her. 

“I just needed to make you mad enough to eat. I need you at full strength—.”

“ Fuh wha? ” Martha asked with a mouth full of food.

“I called in a favor to see if anyone’s heard anything about Bruce. If anyone hears about it, you’ll be the first to know,” Jacob whispered, “We’re gonna find him. He’s probably hitching a ride on a yacht with some girls somewhere having the party of a lifetime—.”

“Wrong. Wrong. My son promised he’d call me if something happened on his trip,” Martha whispered, “He’s hidden a lot of things from me, but he has never broken a promise. I know he’s alive, but he’s hurt… He’s far away from me and injured—.” 

“Don’t say that—.”

“He is. He’s injured. I saw that ship. He’s injured, but it doesn’t mean he’s dead. My lovey is a fighter, but I want him home now. I can’t rest until he’s home in his bed, eating soup,” Martha replied as she ate her fries. 

**

A fire crackled, gently warming a blanketed Bruce as he slept. Clean bandages covered every gash and slash, clean warm clothes fit perfectly on his body, and someone treated Bruce’s twisted ankle with a warm herbal wrap. He only stirred to the sound of a kettle whistling roused him as something sweet and earthy started to boil nearby. Opening one eye, he noticed the little iron tea kettle heating up on the fire. He sat up and took a neatly folded towel and removed it from the fire. “Hello?” Bruce called. “Hello?” No answer. 

He poured the tea from the kettle into a little cup and noticed the little wooden bowl of soup sitting for him as if someone had prepared dinner for him on vacation. Except, the meal came with a note of warning. “You must stay hidden until you leave. If they see you, they will kill you.” The handwriting was beautiful, almost calligraphic in nature, written in expensive ink. It would’ve seemed romantic if it hadn’t been for the words of warning. 

He ate and drank enough to sustain himself before looking around the cave. The rain eased up and he was warm and invigorated from the cup of tea and soup. Bruce wondered if whoever took it upon themselves to care for him through the night saw him wash up on the shore. They’d given him a complete change of clothes, cooked for him, treated his wounds, and warned him about the dangers he faced. 

He knew he’d have to move quickly, so he tried to remember what he’d been taught. Everyone had taught him how to fight, but no one taught him how to hide. No one other than Dick. Dick had ways of staying hidden in the manor without being found. Hide and Seek was Dick’s favorite game, and it took Bruce almost two years to beat him at it. Once he won, Dick taught him three rules. Hide in cramped spaces. Hide in elevated positions. Hide where you wouldn’t look. 

He burned the note, put out the fire, and left everything except his pack in the cave, carrying it as he walked backward, deeper into the heart of the forest. He stayed on high alert as he climbed the tallest and strongest tree he could find, using his uninjured leg and upper body strength to pull himself up. He heard people speaking Arabic in the distance, but he didn’t recognize the dialect or some of the words. He could hear a touch of words from a dead language, but it wasn’t clear enough for Bruce to latch onto. He held his breath, listening to the wind blowing and thunder crackling in the distance. It would rain again soon.

[holydreamvoid]

hai hai do yu have mime bomb hcs :3

Truth be told, This was slightly hard to make since I couldn't exactly grasp alot of HC's of him like the rest but YESSSSSSSSSS

TW: SENSITIVE/MATURE TOPICS AHEAD

I'd like to believe he had some sort of traumatic past as a child to become a mime. For an example; He might've ran away from an abusive family in France and never looked back, He had to beg in the streets but he was amused when a Mime earned some coins so maybe the Mime gave him tips and tricks how to be one BUT the Mime was also teaching him pickpocketing before the Mime disappeared with no trace, which I assumed Mime Bomb just expertise how the Mime did and the V.I.L.E. found him as a "unique student"

The creators didn't specify exactly if Mime Bomb was mute or not but I do HC him as mute since it would add more to his past, and I think it'd be so cool if they add more characters with disabilities for more rep if interpreted correctly (I don't know if it is rude for assuming a character has a disability but if so I'll gladly take this down)

He does not have like.. ACTUAL, REAL AS IN REAAALLL friends but he does have people who know him but not personally. Although, I do think Neal the Eel is one person who he is much closer than to everybody else he's ever known

He's great with kids though, Just that sometimes the kids get scared because of his makeup

He's probably the first one to know if something is going on ngl or he could be THE mastermind itself when he needs to 'take down' someone which is awesome as well since it's cannon as heck that he can move without the opponent noticing him

He does not have a specific music taste but he's always seen playing Jazz music so people assume he only likes that type of music (He played rock music once and most V.I.L.E. agents were shocked for a second before they just shrugged it off)

He. Loves. Black. No cap, No borax. But, He does like the color blue and red

Knows — NO, HE. IS. GREAT. At tap dancing. I JUST KNOW ITTTT

Doesn't know how to cook BUT he is awesome on baking. Just say the name of the dish and he already has the ingredients prepared

So far, He's actually had a slightly good relationship with the gang except for Sheena, She finds him creepy and one time she punched him when he appeared beside her so suddenly out of reflex/defense (He was unconscious for three minutes in the clinic ngl)

Among all of the gang, Antonio is probably one person who doesn't mind him at all. Antonio, as well, is by far mostly used to Mime Bomb's sudden appearances unlike the rest

Not a lot of people consider him as a "threat" but they do know he doesn't like to be underestimated which is why most of the time they just shrug him off

I hc him to be aromantic though since I really think he's just "Y.O.L.O" to other people. In addition to that, I think he's probably never had a certain crush whatsoever and is most likely more focused on himself ngl

HE LOVEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS CATSSSSSSSS. He sometimes tries to bring one to V.I.L.E. but it ends up with him getting in trouble and forced to drop them off on the streets again :((

THAT'S ALLLLLLL BYEEEEE

[numberonetacostan]

I actually really like the idea of Taco speaking French.

I wanted to ask if you have any other headcanons for that, honestly not many people use that, I've seen here and in one fic where Taco's personality changes to her s1 self and she doesn't understand English.

The idea of Mephone watching movies with both French and British villains in them and mixing those ideas together is a interesting one.

HELLO THERE!!!!^^ WELCOME AND THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR SENDING IN AN ASK ABOUT TACO SPEAKING FRENCH. ESPECIALLY ONE ASKING FOR MY HEADCANONS ABOUT TACO SPEAKING FRENCH. I LOVE THINKING ABOUT TACO SPEAKING FRENCH <3<3<3<3 MY BILINGUAL QUEEN!!!!!!! ☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆

Taco occasionally forgets a word in English, but can remember it in French. No one else speaks French. This leads to an impromptu game of semi-charades as she tries to mime what she's talking about while saying the French term for it over and over again. It doesn't usually work but she tries.

When Taco is speaking English, her insults are often as refined as her diction (see: vile vial for Testy, tablet tabloid for Mepad). In French, this is not the case. Her insults in French are the equivalent of derogatory terms such as "raggedy bitch" and "ass muffin", but no one else can understand them, so they assume they're just as fancy as her English insults.

I'm not sure if this one counts, since it's not really a headcanon since it's very much not able to fit in canon, but if Taco had a place of origin that wasn't Inanimate Island, like if she wasn't made by Mephone, I like to think she'd be from one of the islands in the English Channel, off the coast of Normandy. Some of them are owned by France, some of them are owned by England. The English ones are significantly more populated though, so I'd say she'd be from either the Bailiwick of Jersey or the Bailiwick of Guernsey. She'd have grown up with both English and French. (And possibly Norman but that's not canon nor the point) Okay sorry onto more actual headcanons.

Someone at some point gifts her the flag of France and calls it a "French Pride Flag". If you want it to be a well-meaning misunderstanding, Goo gives it to her. If she's being mocked, it was Nickel. It could even be a joint gift from both of them, in which Goo had a nice little idea first and Nickel joined in to be a little shit.

Speaking of Goo, I think he'd find her being bilingual very cool and want to learn French himself!!! He tries, but silent letters end up deeply confusing him. Why are they there if you don't say them? Is French scrabble different from English scrabble because of this? Are the letters upset that they don't get pronounced? So many questions. Taco gives up on teaching him.

Post tacomic getting together (none of my posts are immune to propaganda sorry) Taco would say that she is Mic's little flea. "Ma puce", meaning "my flea" is a term of endearment in French that sounds a tad more... derogatory in English. Taco does not realize this and everyone agrees that she is indeed Mic's little flea.

I think shows and movies that Mephone watched while he was still at Meeple definitely influenced him making his own characters!!! As for who Taco might be based on? Hm. Well I don't watch the widest variety of things, I tend to find one thing I like and obsess over it, but maybe Veruca Salt from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory could be one character that inspired Taco's accent? She's a little British girl who wants and will makes sure she gets. Maybe Scar from The Lion King, another liar and betrayer? Even Frollo has a British accent, there are a lot of solid villains that could have inspired her. As for the French, we could continue with older Disney stuff and say Lumière, even though he's not a villain, with his proper attitude he could work. Even Gabriel Agreste from Miraculous Ladybug could work. Although he doesn't have a French accent, he is French and a terrible father just like Cobs, so he may come to mind when Mephone is making his "evil" original character.

Before you sent this ask I'd already been planning to make a post of Mic's adventures in learning French so that will be coming soon as well!!! Thank you for this request!!! :D

[goblin-the-clown]

Danganronpa : Danger zone

Interview three : Mitsuishi Madoka

??? - Good afternoon Ms Mitsuishi.

Mitsuishi - Hello.

??? - How are you today? Are you enjoying the facilities?

Mitsuishi - I'm ok. Facilities are ok.

??? - Ah, is there anything we can do to improve them for you?

Mitsuishi - …

??? - Ms Mitsuishi?

Mitsuishi - Nah.

??? - … I see. Could you please state your name, age an occupation for me?

Mitsuishi - Ok. My name is Mitsuishi Madoka, I am 19, I am a mime.

??? - That's certainly an interesting job. Do you enjoy it?

Mitsuishi - Uh huh. It's fun.

??? - That's good to hear. I have to say, you're not particularly talkative, well, I guess that's to be expected of a mime.

Mitsuishi - Yeah.

??? - Is there any reason for that or is it just to do with your occupation?

Mitsuishi - … I don't really have a lot to say.

??? - Is that why you decided to become a mime?

Mitsuishi - Nah. It's just fun. I like mimes.

??? - Interesting. I've heard you travel around the country a lot, do you enjoy visiting different places?

Mitsuishi - Yeah. It's cool. I get to see cool stuff.

??? - I bet. I've heard you're pretty popular online, is that true?

Mitsuishi - Yeah. People take photos and videos of me and post them a lot.

??? - Yes, I've seen quite a few clips you performing, it's pretty impressive.

Mitsuishi - Thanks.

??? - Ok, I just have one more question for you before you can leave. What inspired you to become a mime? If you could go into a bit more detail on this one that would be appreciated, I feel as though this interview as been fairly short.

Mitsuishi - Ok. Well, I have family over in France, I don't really visit them anymore since it's so far but there were a lotta mimes around where they lived. I liked watching them. I didn't really know what I wanted to do when I was older so I just. Became a mime. Reminds me of being a kid. Was that good?

??? - That was excellent thank you. Well, I'm afraid the interview is over, feel free to go back to your room now. Thank you for your participation.

Mitsuishi - Bye.

[incrediblesontheedibles]

Incredilore: The Super Who Never Laughed

Invisigirl was incredibly stoic when it came to jokes. She never laughed at anything. Even if Dash burst into laughing at something goofy they saw or heard, Violet didn’t flinch. There was a time their dad farted while in training and she was the only one to not react in good favor.

Winston noticed this after they first met. They were out having dinner at a restaurant Winston owned. Violet had plans prior to this but her mom forced her to cancel them because they wanted the whole family to come. While at the table, she did not smile even once. She was bitter about bowling night with Tony getting cancelled and not in a good mood.

Winston took notice. “I’ve noticed you’re a tough nut to crack. Do you not like laughing?”

The super shrugged as said, “First, someone’s gotta say something that’s actually funny.”

It was on.

Winston cracked his best jokes, but she didn’t flinch. The jokes about German sausages didn’t help either. This girl was starting to look irritated with him so she retaliated.

“Why was the ballerina crying?” She asked him all of a sudden.

“I don’t know,” Winston answered, his interest greatly picqued. “Why was the ballerina crying?”

“Her car was toed.” She said it in the most monotone voice.

Winston started shaking. Helen was worried at first that her daughter upset this man. Then, Winston burst in a fit of laughter. He was laughing so hard he practically had tears in his eyes.

“That was the worst joke I ever heard!” He cackled, holding a napkin to his face. “Did you tell her that joke Mr. Incredible?”

“No, I’ve never heard it before.”

“Yeah, me either.” Her mom added.

He shook Violets hand and said, “You are a worthy adversary. But one of these days, I will get you to laugh.”

Winston offered $10,000 to the first person that could make this girl laugh. Many have tried, all have failed.

One day, Violet was fighting crime alongside her father. Bomb Voyage was detected robbing a vault. When they arrived to the scene, they realized that over the fifteen year gap, he too had a child. The boy was a teenager who was also clad in mime makeup.

Violet thought her dad was messing with her when he told her he used to fight a mime themed villain from France named Bomb Voyage. She thought it was the most stereotypical villain she ever heard of. There was no way this person existed! Her father would even imitate him with a bad French accent like he was Pepé le Pew.

And he had a kid sidekick now, of all things.

Violet couldn’t hold herself back as she started laughing, almost like a witch. “You mean you weren’t joking?” She asked her dad incredulously. “He’s real?”

“I told you I wasn’t messing with you.” He said with his bad French accent.

Violet continued to laugh for a good ten seconds.

Bomb Voyage and his son were arrested but later, awarded $10,000. Winston heard her laughing on the CCTV footage via her suitcam. A promise is a promise.

[arenaconspiracy]

if you could nuke a counтry, any counтry, which one would iт be.

space france. a mime was mean to me in SS14 once :/

[sidsinning]

I just saw the movie, I have to agree with you in regards to the pacing. They tried to cram 5 seasons into a 100 minutes movie. A lot got cut out from the plot, and did find it disappointing the lack of Lucky charm. I feel that the Miraculous itself felt more magical in the movie; I give that to the production team, the lighting and textures of the movie were great. But great effects do not make up for a medium plot. One thing that I did like is how the villains were literal criminals with no qualms for destroying the city and doing whatever they felt like it. The motivation behind Gabriel as to why he was causing chaos in the city with the akumas was nicely done in the movie. That when only when there is chaos the Miraculous of the Ladybug and Chat Noir will appear. I had a conversation with a friend as we watched the movie over Discord, and I suggested that one could watch up to halfway into the movie, then watch the season 4 finale and the rest of season 5, if that person wanted a "quick introduction" to the series. I mostly suggest that due to the "monster of the week episodic cycle" the show has at the start of it. Not sure what others felt about the songs, but it kind of threw off the tone of the show for me, I know that MLB has some song episodes, but those are staged around a concert or are themed to be like that. The whole Gabriel song gave me "Friends from the Other Side" vibes from the visual, but it was not catching at all.

Yeah, the movie was pretty and had great visuals, but plot-wise, the Series is better, even if has some shortcomings and repetitive episodes at times.

Germs wants a sequel too so like- wHY did he want to cram in all this shit into 1 movie??? I know you're here to milk money can you please plan it better at least

The villains lmao I was so confused like he just walked into this dungeon with people coming out of their own cages dressed as mimes and magicians without explanation???? Was kinda funny sdgfhsdfdde

The songs,,,,,they were either eh, meh, or BLEGH (Tikki,,,no one told you to rap,,,Lin Manuel Miranda is not in France,,,,,) I cringe so hard whenever MLB becomes a musical out of nowhere- but I will say this time there is definitely a level of professionalism and finish that is not present in the show.

Yeah- I'm not saying the show is perfect, or even meeting the standards of what I would label a series "good", but it is much much much better than this movie

I was just expecting some good high definition fanfiction you know 😭 a lil treat to enjoy on the side- but they butchered the fundamentals of what made the show so addicting to watch despite its faults,,,

You cannot tell me Origins Parts 1 and 2 are not 1000000x better than anything this movie brought to the table and that was less than half its run time

aNYWAYS,,,,my thoughts on the movie are my own but everyone who enjoyed it don't let me stop you ofc

[anastasiaskarsgard]

could you write a one shot where the marquis is out and about doing marquis stuff but in the middle of the public, there’s a shoot out and (because the assassins aim is poor) they hit the reader instead of the marquis. The marquis gets the reader to a hospital and finds himself getting curious about the stranger that got shot instead of him?

“Was that the Marquis de Gramont?” The newest nurse to take over asked.

Opening your eyes, and glancing over, you were met with the curious, excited woman’s face. “No his name is Vincent. Not Marquis.” You added.

The woman’s high pitched giggling echoed through the room. “Oh my! You’re serious?” She asked as she had a hard time getting control of herself. “Marquis is not a name, it’s a title. It means they’re practically royalty, and quite rare in France considering our history.”

You analyzed the woman’s uniform, making sure it was in fact a proper uniform, and not some escaped patient. You had no idea what she was even talking about. As far as you knew, all the French royals were wiped out in the French Revolution. They killed so many people, they had to invent the guillotine to keep up, plus you’d never heard of that title.

“It says here you’re an American. You’d think you’d know how to avoid getting shot with all the shootings you guys have over there. I don’t know how you all manage it. What with every single citizen carrying multiple guns… sounds terrifying!”

It was your turn to chuckle now, “everyone doesn’t have guns in America. Plenty of people don’t own any at all.”

She looked at you incredulously, putting her hands on her hips, “well the BBC, which is English, but still a respectable news source says there’s 10 guns for every person in America.”

“Oh they don’t mean everyone has ten guns! There’s gun collectors and enthusiasts that have many many guns, while the average person might own one. I personally don’t own a gun at all.” You explained, “I have never seen anything like yesterday though.”

Previous day

You couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed. Your whole life you’d been told how beautiful Paris was, but so far had found it overcrowded, and smelly. Graffiti was everywhere, and you hadn’t seen a single mime.

You had dressed up in a smart Chanel suit, with a stylish complimenting hat and even gloves, going for a classic French look, but you stood out like a sore thumb. All your preparations and extra bag fees to bring what you thought was a proper French wardrobe was for naught.

You’d barely walked anywhere and your feet were already screaming, but you didn’t care. Your shoes went perfectly with your ensemble, and you’d have bloody feet before you swapped them out for a pair of sneakers.

A loud bang, followed by a few more bangs sounded off in the distance. Knitting your eyebrows together, you tried to figure out what it was. You knew guns were illegal here so that wasn’t it, but it was too early for fireworks.

Suddenly several cars were driving at a great rate of speed in your direction. They were weaving in and out of traffic and one even drove on the sidewalk. Several more bangs sounded, and people around you started running and screaming. You still couldn’t figure out the bangs tho. What the hell was happening on your trip you’d saved up all year to take?

As the chaos unfolded before you, an expensive looking sports car, hit the curb and spun out of control. Spinning across the intersection, it slammed into a barrier about 100 feet away from you. Spurred into action by the loud crash and smoke billowing from within, you daintily ran towards the car.

Reaching the vehicle, you noticed there was a person inside that wasn’t moving. Making your way to their door, you pulled on the lever, only to nearly get smacked in the face by the door springing up, instead of out.

Inside was a well dressed, beautiful man, that was what you’d been thinking was the standard French man. Staring at him a moment, unsure what to do, you scanned the immediate area and saw that one of the other speed demon cars, had parked and two men were making their way towards you.

“Move sweetheart. We got no beef with you.” One of them said.

“We don’t have time for this shit. Fucking shoot ‘‘em both and let’s get outta here.” His accomplice said.

Eyes widening you turned to face the two thugs, placing your hands on your hips and glaring. “Excuse me, but nobody is getting shot today. I’m afraid you’ll have to-“ suddenly you felt a terrible burn and looked down to see red blooming above your hip. Gingerly touching it, you brought your gloved fingers in front of your face to confirm that you were in fact bleeding… in your Chanel tweed suit.

Rage burned through you. Your suit was ruined! RUINED! In a fit of rage, you tomahawked your purse at the one who shot you, hitting him square in the head. Removing your shoes, you threw them too, shrieking various insults about their breeding and disrespect of proud fashion houses. Looking back, you likely were in shock and running on adrenaline, but just as the two men raised their guns once more to undoubtedly ruin your clothing further, two gunshots rang out behind you. Both men before you, suddenly had holes in the center of their foreheads and fell to the ground dead.

Colors distorting and your surroundings slowing and blurring all around you, you reached out to catch something to hang on to, finding the unmistakable feel of a cashmere and silk blend suit jacket. Blinking slowly, you turned to see the beautiful man beside you holding a gun and looking around.

Smiling the best you could, you uttered, “don’t let me fall in the street and ruin my outfit further.”

Then all went dark.

————————————————————-

You’d woken up this morning to find the beautiful man standing at your bedside, staring down at you with a contemplative expression on his face.

“You changed.” You blurted out. “This suit is good too.”

Looking down at your hospital gown, you gasped. Reaching up to your head, you found your hat was gone too. “I’ve been robbed!”

Hearing a chuckle, you turned back to see the man genuinely smiling at you. “You were shot and they had to cut your clothes off of you. I apologize for leaving your shoes and purse at the scene, but I found it most important to save your life.”

Trying to look appreciative, you bit your lip and tried to hold back your tears. “Thank you for saving me…”

“Vincent.”

“Vinnie. That’s a fun name.”

“It’s actually Vincent.” He corrected.

“Who got shot here? Oh ya it was me. Jesus Vinnie. You have to choose your battles.” You stated matter of factly. “So what happens now? Am I to be released in this abomination?” You asked, plucking at your hospital gown. “Porky pig my way through the streets of Paris?”

Vinnie hadn’t stopped smiling since you’d woken up. He bent down and took your hand into his.

Slightly surprised by the familiar behavior, you just stared wide eyed at him, waiting for him to inform you what was happening.

Massaging your hand, he moved your hair behind your ear with his other hand, before speaking; “you’re going to rest for a couple days and let them take care of you. When they are ready for you to leave, they will call me and I will come personally pick you up with a new Chanel ensemble.”

“With matching accessories?” You asked hopefully.

“Do I look like an amateur?” He asked with a dazzling smile.

Shaking your head, you leaned back into the pillows feeling very tired all of a sudden. Barely able to keep your eyes open, you swore you felt lips brush across your hand, followed by your forehead, before darkness once again claimed you.

——————————————————-

“Well honey that man is the richest, most eligible bachelor in Paris. He’s also one of the best looking too but dangerous. It’s nice he saved you, but end it at that. Too many people come in here saying his name.” She said as she checked your vitals and replaced medicine. “It was exciting seeing him up close tho. I’ve only ever seen him in the gossip rags or on the telly.”

“He said he’s going to get me a Chanel suit with accessories and pick me up from the hospital when I’m ready.” You mumbled.

“WHAT?” The nurse shrieked before jumping up and down clapping excitedly. “You know what? Forget what I said. Go with him! And have the time of your life for however long it lasts!”

You once again inspected this woman’s uniform. Finding nothing amiss, you closed your eyes and let sleep take you once more.

[writin-with-the-blues]

I’ve had this idea for awhile but- Don’t Starve Wes x reader where the reader got trapped in the constant looking for Wes, established relationship type stuf!

A/N: Anon dropping an amazing request and acting like they didn’t say anything important. Here you go Anon!

A Popped Balloon

Content: Wes x Fiancé!S/O (Romantic), 2K words, Wes is disabled, reader understands French and French Sign Language (LSF)

Were you crazy? Sure.

Were you insane? Maybe.

Hallucinating? Not something that happens.

Well regardless of what happened, here you are waking up to a field with no civilization. At first you were in full blown denial, just lying right there and looking to the sky. However, it was just how real everything felt that got you up and moving. The smell of the flowers, the sound of wind hitting your hair, and the way the berries, plucks of grass, sticks, and rocks felt in your hands. There was no denying the fact that this was happening and being the determined person you were, you to continue your investigation of your dear fiancé, Wes.

You met Wes in France seven years ago after moving there from America. You wanted to work as a performer however you didn’t find that much success in America so you moved to France. You tried to learn all the languages you’ll need before moving, one of them being LSF. You didn’t know ASL or completely knew French so learning LSF was difficult to say the least, but in hindsight it was probably one of your best decisions. You learned all of this mainly because you didn’t want to stand out all too much, well as much as you already did as a performer.

You bumped into Wes after a somewhat successful performance, enough to keep yourself housed and fed for a good while. You tried to talk to him in French, though he signed to you, “I doubt you understand LSF since you have an American accent but do you?”

Your immediate response, not even responding to the question he asked, “I have an American accent?”

Oh god the way his eyes shimmered like a kid on Christmas when you responded. He smiled so much his dimples showed as he responded, “Yeah, you sound breathy. It’s a bit hard to understand.”

“Breathy? What do you mean breathy?”

“Sounds like you’re.” He pauses his hand movements trying to find his words, “Breathing in between your sentences.”

You smiled at him as he smiled at you.

As you got to know him, the more you could say you fell for him. According to him, he has been mute since his birth so he decided to become a mime, he had gotten so good at being a mime it might as well be magic. The reason why is according to him, ‘C’est la vie’ or roughly meaning, ‘That’s just life; you got to work with it.’ The thing you always wondered is how he got his balloons to float without helium. However, every time you asked him how he did it, he’d sign to you, “A good performer never tells their secrets,” with a shit eating grin.

Even today, as you are collecting materials and finding ways to keep them on you, you still wonder about the logistics of that. Why you were thinking of that of all things instead of looking for shelter or food was probably a way to cope with the situation you are in. The sun went down as you picked the rock down little by little, you could hear the sound of bat screeches but you ignored it. Your hands hurt from the work on not only chopping down the trees but picking rocks. Your sticks were held together by you wrapping them with the grass which was surprisingly sturdy for grass. You went back to reminiscing about the past as you continued working.

You remembered the day you two became a couple like it was yesterday, it wasn’t particularly a beautiful day with storm clouds slowly rolling in. You both had a failed performance, what made it worse was the rain that came through which just completely ruined any chances of continuing, so you both sat on a bench under Wes’ umbrella. Wes’ makeup was ruined, his mascara and face paint washing away from the rain, it slowly dropped down in streaks to the bottom of his chin. It was attractive to you, however you knew that Wes didn’t agree with that sentiment based on the way he acted so you decided not to bring it up. He tried to communicate one letter at a time because his other hand had his umbrella, but you gently took the umbrella to allow him to fully converse with you. He signed, “Thank you.”

He started the conversation by signing, “Hopefully your performance was at least a bit better than what happened to me.”

“Well…” You looked to the sky, “the rain ruined it.”

“Yeah, me too. Well as you can obviously see.” He gestured to his face as he continued to sign, “My whole act was ruined, considering my makeup is melting off.”

He sighed, as the two of you remained in relative silence. You could see his cheeks blush a bit thanks to the rain wiping away the white face paint. It was a light dusting sure, but you can totally see it, so against better judgment you asked him, “Are you embarrassed?”

“What? No. No, absolutely not.” He signed quickly, so fast it was hard to pick up what he was saying, “What made you say that?”

“Well, I-“ you cleared your throat, “saw you were red in the face and just wanted to check in.”

It took a bit for him to respond, taking a deep breath he signed, “I love you.”

Your heart was going miles an hour as he continued, “For a while actually and,” He pauses his movements, “it’s just so amazing to be around you. I don’t really know if I am saying I love you too early but I don’t have the heart to care. So, do you love me like I love you?”

He was looking away from you before you gently moved his chin to look at you. A smile spread across his face as he kissed you on the lips and you reciprocated it. You were there for a while locked into each other’s lips as the sound of water tapping on Wes’ umbrella continued. Once you pulled away, you answered, “Of course. Of course I love you like you imagine Wes”

Another one of his shit eating grins spread across his face as he signed, “Good luck trying to clean off your face.”

You slowly wiped your lips only to find his stained lipstick on there, and all you could do was smile and teased, “You’re a piece of shit and I love you.”

As the relationship grew and grew, you always noticed how physically affectionate he was. Walking down the streets of France while holding his gloved hand, often hugging you tightly, and kisses dear god. You love the man so much and he loved you too, but the way his makeup stains your face was obvious and clear. Obviously he was super apologetic about it after you told him about the dilemma, trying to only kiss you when he had his makeup off.

Speaking of his makeup off, you got to see a lot more of that when he wasn’t on the street. Especially just lying next to you in your humble abode, cuddling with you over the soft sounds of the radio. Kissing along the back of your neck keeping you tightly in his arms. He always somehow lazily signed to you, “I love you.”

Your home essentially became his as he brought gifts to you after performing. Sometimes it was some pastries to share, sometimes it was nice daisies, sometimes he did a balloon trick. Essentially, a roll of the dice of what he’ll do when he gets home between sharing and enjoying something with you or just cuddling until he falls asleep. Though after a complete flop of a performance, being a shoulder to cry on was nice but you also cried on his shoulders when you needed to.

So of course, it was only a matter of time before he proposed. After almost four years of being with you, he cleaned his late mother’s ring, and came looking for you. You were performing on stage, as you were finishing up you heard footsteps from behind your makeshift stage. Seeing Wes was a comfort to you and then seeing him pull out a ring made you instantly hug him. Although that stunt caused you both to be injured in some way because you basically jumped on him, you accepted it with a giggle over the situation. You both knew that marrying each other now would cause major debt, so you decided to keep each other as just fiancés.

But then. It all was taken away from you.

Gone.

His life was taken away from you like a popped balloon.

The police showed up to your home and asked for your account for the disappearance of Wes. Your Fiancé. Obviously you were worried, desperate to find out what happened, but the verdict they settled on was infuriating. After he traveled into the alleyway, he was stabbed to death and brought someplace else, well at least that was the verdict the police settled on. Having his funeral only a week after the verdict to just move along. You obviously tried to argue with police after they had the verdict chosen.

“C’est la vie. You’ll find another love someday.”

You went to the county jail for violence against a police officer, specifically punching them directly in the jaw. It was worth every minute of community service you had to do. Why would anyone say that? Especially to someone who is grieving? It just solidifies the fact that something is wrong with what they described his supposed death. So after dealing with a lot of legal jargon, your next priority was figuring out what actually happened.

You went to talk to George T. Witherstone, a man that was also interviewed by police in the disappearance of your fiancé. However, George was a sleeze, who was connected to a much more famous performer who had disappeared named Maxwell. Maxwell and his assistant Charlie were both famous magicians that had kick started the careers of many famous performers such as yourself, but what George said clicked for you, “Well William Carter couldn’t pay his debts to me, frustrating I know.”

William Carter? That was his full name? The rest of what he was talking about was nothing but a blur as you fixated on that specifically.

Well there was no use in interrogating George when you began to run out of money to live in France. So, with all of the money you had left to your name, you went back to the United States to live with your family. You wanted to stay in France, but you had to go back, much to the disappointment of your family. However, hindsight is 20/20, so what was really a horrible thing turned out to be the very thing that brought you to where you were now.

You began searching through past magazines in your library about William Carter, continuing to connect the pieces together. Finding article upon article about Maxwell and Charlie’s disappearance, though you also found out about a strong man named Wolfgang saving William Carter’s life. You search through articles about him, he disappeared. In fact, the weirdest part about the whole thing is that the people with the weirdest disappearances always had a W at the beginning of their name.

Like Wes.

You snapped out of your own memories as you began to tinder a fire, being slow and calculating as you made sure that your makeshift torch would set aflame. You see the sun slowly setting until it turned night, the moon a crescent in the sky. You had to keep moving, you had to.

When you were searching through possible leads, the only one you could settle on was Wilson. Most of the rest didn’t have as much of their location or history out to the world. Especially Maxwell, whose house had been turned into a museum for himself. So, taking up a backpack, and using the knowledge you had, you went towards the shack that sat upon a hill which took you three hours to get there by car. You opened the door to find papers scattered across the floor, the sound of radio static, and a machine, massive in scale with a leaver. Against everything in your gut telling you otherwise, you flicked it.

Everything went to nothing, not black, just nothing. As if you were to close one eye, but for both eyes. Just nothing. Until there was something.

Which leads to now, where you continued to move forward until you saw dawn. As the morning began, you heard idle chatter through one person. Probably in his mid-thirties, most definitely tired and exhausted, just average overall. You decided to eavesdrop on the conversation, just letting the words come through.

“So Wes any objections to that plan of action?”

Silence.

“I am taking your silence as yes.”

Then the shuffling of two people’s feet. Almost as desperate as you were beginning your adventure you almost screamed out, “Wes?!”

You heard the sound of running as you got hugged by Wes. His arms felt just as great as you remembered them. You were surprised though, causing you to fall on your ass, but there was laughter involved in it all. Just like the day he proposed.

If you were asked to do it again to see those glittering eyes again, you’d take it in a heartbeat.

Cross-posted to AO3

Masterlist

[rhinozilla]

Firstly, up front, I do not want any answers or explanations to this.

I parted ways with the Walking Dead many seasons before it ended. It was a slow decline in interest after Negan's intro episode and then an abrupt halt at a specific point in the same season when I called it quits.

Many of my beloved mutuals are mutuals because of TWD (and more specifically Caryl), and they held out longer than I did, so I still occasionally see blips of what happened between when I left and where things ended up. My eternal love to all of you. I empathize with all the suffering that this show put us all through.

Now...again I say, I do not want any context or explanation here.

But the idea that there is a spinoff where Daryl Dixon is in France...it is sending me. I don't know where it's sending me, but that sentence is so baffling and incomprehensible that I never want to know the how's or why's or logistics of it. I just want to sit in blissful ignorance and enjoy the absurdity of that sentence.

Daryl Dixon in France. Just roaming around. Attempting to build alliances with locals but things always ending in violence over how he pronounces "croissant." Daryl Dixon fishing in the Seine. French zombies. A French mime zombie. A French mime zombie carrying a baguette. Daryl Dixon killing the French mime zombie and stealing the baguette. Because Daryl Dixon is in fucking France.

I just...I don't...It doesn't...I hate absolutely everything about that premise, and yet it is somehow absolutely glorious. It sounds like the most outfield crack fanfic idea ever, and yet it exists??? Canonically???

(No hate toward anybody who likes the spinoff. Again, I have absolutely no context or understanding if said spinoff is good. It could be excellent and gripping and profound. I will never know, and I prefer it that way. I am but a fan of old who occasionally sees things like this and thinks "...huh?")

[damnfandomproblems]

https://www.tumblr.com/damnfandomproblems/730037495135387648/4291-fanfic-authors-dont-owe-you-shit-if-you?source=share

Fanfic authors dont owe anyone anything yes

But it does show how poorly educated americans are about modern life in alot of other countries.

Or how unwilling they are to learn. A simple wikipedia search could tell you a lot about a place.

Ive met americans who don't understand Cairo in. Egypt is a very large modern city just like ones in america. Yes alot of Americans are surprised to learn people in africa, the middle east, and south asia arent all living in poorly built wooden shacks except for maybe political leaders. Or they do know but they think about it so little or were taught so little that it never crosses their minds.

And most of what americans see of alot of european countries is medieval themed interesting events from the past. Hell if you ask an random, average, american three things about france they will say three of these things

Eiffle tower

Bagguette

Macaroon

Qui

Guillotine

Mime

"Those hats" on artists

And maybe something specific if it happened to collide with a hobby or interest of theirs

Not all americans obviously but a lot of them ive noticed dont know a lot about other countries outside of controversies, cultural aesthetic, and what they were like hundreds of years ago if they bothered to learn.

And thats pretty sad and also limits alot of creativity and uniqueness that fanworks could be made with.

Its not really about "evil americans dont care about anyone else" and more americans dont or haven't really had to think about modern life anywhere except america or a select few other cities in popular countries. They dont consider towns like you'll find in america in other countries. Many think they all live without air conditioning and dirt floors. Everyone does some kind of farmwork or artisanal work. And im not saying no one live like that and im not saying you cant be happy living like that, but many just have such a disconnect from what modern life is really like for most people in other countries.

It would be nice and healthy for american or native english speaking fandom to start having more interest in learning and including other countries and their people.

Ofc there are alot of reasons why many are turned away from doing this, one of which being they dont want to get anything wrong in this world of "cancel culture" and "anti-process-of-learning attitude" and "cultural appropriation panic" that's prevalent in fandom but that doesn't mean it's a bad thing to do.

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Posting since this is a response to a previous ask and a previous problem.