#baguette oi

[janadog]

Object invasion art!

[lotuseaterwhowistlesinthedark]

in a world of drought

you are a baguette

-⚽️

.... SO IM JUST AN IDIOT SANDWICH THEN?

OI

@depressed-bi-twerking

You behind this bro?

[an-aroaces-harem]

Ellis Twilight Chapter 5

DISCLAIMER: I just deepl and google translated my way through this because I wanted to know what’s going on, so there are definitely mistakes but I believe I managed the general gist of the story. Anyway, it’s just a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes. Ikemen Villains belongs to Cybird.

Another note: I know Ikemen Villains is set in victorian London, but I will use the japanese suffixes because I prefer them.

The next morning. When I reported yesterdayʼs incident, Jude-san, who had received similar information, was also there.

Victor: “Circus” huh …?

Jude: That circus group seems to have disbanded a long time ago.

Kate: What!?

Ellis: Disbanded …?

Jude: “Grace Circus Troupe”

Jude: After making a huge success in London, he was tricked into debt by the maggots who flock to success and he was on fire.

Jude: A quick disband followed.

(Okay, then …)

Kate: I heard that Bill-sanʼs lost friend was “recruited”.

Kate: Itʼs impossible for them to be invited to a disbanded circus troupe. The recruitment has nothing to do with the kidnapping, right?

Ellis: Maybe someone is lying and lures the victims by pretending to recruit them to the circus.

Victor: I wonder if the Grace Circus still exists behind the scenes, only pretending to be disbanded on the surface.

Victor: Maybe it was the work of someone who worked under the name of the Grace Circus …

Victor: … Including that, an additional investigation is needed.

Victor: Jude, Ellis and Kate, thank you for the information.

Victor: The fair ended yesterday, so please take a break for now.

I took a deep breath as I stared at Victor’s back as he left with his long hair.

(As a ‘fairytale writer’, I may be fine as long as I just record the crimes of the Crown members …)

(I wish I could help with stopping this incident before there are more victims.)

(… Ah! Thatʼs right, a report.)

As a fairytale writer, I tried to think back whether there was any sin that he committed so that I could write a report about it this time.

(Hmm … Ellis-kun and Jude-san didnʼt do anything sinful, did they?)

(In the first place, I wonder if Ellis-kun would ever commit a crime that could be written in the report?)

(… Maybe it would be faster to write about Jude-sanʼs sins, who is hated so much that his life is threatened.)

Jude: Oi, donʼt act like yer thinking of somethinʼ rude.

Kate: What!? N-no way!

Jude: So, ya had the courage to go on a show and put yer body on the line?

Kate: How do you know that?

Ellis: Did you see it?

Jude: Even if ya donʼt like it, yerʼll be able to see it on such a huge stage at the fair.

Jude: I thought she was a troublesome woman who was constantly frightened in a scene of chaos and refused to escort her.

Jude-san looked at me again. He narrowed his eyes.

Jude: Ya seem to have the guts, so if yer willing to come with me, then Iʼd be happy to come.

Kate: Y-yes …

(Does that mean you approve of me a little?)

Jude: Ellis was the one who got me involved in the first place. Yer in charge of her.

Ellis: Yes, I know. Thatʼs good, Kate-san.

(Maybe this was a good thing …)

In this way, I ended up spending my days following Jude-san and Ellis-kun about their work.

He was attacked by business rivals and thugs once every three days.

A few days passed while I was writing in my notebook about the two people who would get revenge for even more outrageous behavior.

Then, when I finished my work as a fairytale writer for the day …

Ellis: Kate-san, I found a delicious restaurant. Would you rather take a detour or go home?

Ellis-kun always called out to me.

Today, it was a restaurant, and yesterday I was invited to a place with a beautiful view on the setting sun, eating crepes.

The day before yesterday, we had freshly baked baguette, and the other day, we saw a new poster in front of the theater, and on the way home, we ate meat pie.

Kate: Ellis-kun, youʼve been taking me to a lot of delicious restaurants lately …

Ellis: And …?

Kate: I feel like my body is getting a little heavy.

Ellis: I donʼt think it has changed at all … so why donʼt we go there?

Kate: … Iʼm coming.

(I just have to make up what I eat by exercising …)

Ellis: Really?

Ellis: Iʼm glad. I thought Kate-san would like that restaurant.

Ellis: I wanted to take you with me.

And the time I spent with Ellis-kun wasnʼt just about eating delicious food together—

Kate: Huh? Ellis-kun, this book is …

There was a book on the chair I always used in the common room.

Ellis: Oh, that … I believe you said you wanted to read it, right?

Kate: Thatʼs right …! Thank you … How much was it?

Ellis: Donʼt worry about it, itʼs a gift.

Ellis: Kate-san bought me some cranberry jam the other day, so I returned the favor.

Kate: Thatʼs because I wanted to thank you for taking me to the restaurant.

Ellis: Then, as a thank you for this … let me know what you think after you finish reading it.

(I gave him cranberry jam for the restaurant, and now he gave me a book for the jam …)

(What do I think about this book in return?)

Kate: … Is that a thank you?

Ellis: Yeah. Like listening to you.

Kate: There you go again …

(Ellis-kun is too good on pampering, isnʼt he …)

—The only thing that I found disturbing, however, were these particular questions Ellis-kun asked me regularly.

Ellis: Hey, Kate-san … how happy are you now?

What made me happy and how happy was I.

Perhaps wanting to know that, Ellis-kun sometimes asked me to come over and talk to him.

Usually, people asked me this when I was feeling happy.

He asked me questions as if he could see right through me, as if he was making sure I was happy.

It was like watching an exchange between lovers … that always made my heart tickle.

Kate: Hmm … I guess itʼs like when Iʼm taking a nap on my bed in the sun on my first vacation in a while.

I felt like Iʼve gotten better at expressing “happiness”, probably because I was always asked about it.

Ellis: …

He always smiled after blinking his eyes.

Ellis: … Iʼd like to see that. Would you take a nap with me next time?

Kate: T-together?

Ellis: Yeah. Think about it.

Ellis: Well then, Kate-san, see you tomorrow.

(Together …)

The kindness shown to me by Ellis-kun was so limitless that I almost felt conceited.

However …

(Oh, Iʼm afraid Iʼm going to be spoiled and pampered …!)

Perhaps driven by this sense of crisis, Iʼve been waking up early lately.

(Iʼm having more fun than I used to, even though Iʼm doing a job that could cost me my life.)

(Itʼs all thanks to Ellis-kun, who does everything he can to make me happy, but …)

At breakfast in the early morning, Jude-san happened to be alone with a newspaper, and I took the liberty of talking to him.

Kate: Is there a reason why Ellis-kun is so particular about happiness?

Jude: … What will ya do if ya know?

Kate: Huh? No, itʼs just a question.

Kate: He was so nice to me that I got worried …

As I spent time with Ellis-kun, I gradually realized what he had done—

He put “the other personʼs needs first”, not his own.

(As Ellis-kun said before.)

(Itʼs as if Ellis-kun has no feelings or desires of his own.)

Kate: I think Ellis-kun is a person who genuinely enjoys the happiness of others.

Kate: There have to be things he likes to do, and doesnʼt like to do.

Kate: Iʼm a little worried that heʼs not holding back.

Jude: … Heh, ya got a good grasp on that.

Jude-san snorted as he glanced down on the newspaper, seemingly uninterested.

Jude: So, ya believe there has to be an ulterior motive behind it and ya canʼt trust him?

(Eh …)

Kate: I didnʼt say that much.

But for a moment, I was at a loss of words, wondering if I could guess what Jude-san was saying.

Jude: Itʼs all the same.

Jude: “I canʼt read his true feelings, so I donʼt know if I should be happy to be pampered” is what ya thinkinʼ.

(… Truth to be told, he might be right.)

(Am I suspicious of Ellis-kun …?)

He was the type of person who would do anything to cheer me up.

I was afraid of becoming complacent with that kindness and missing out on the feelings behind it.

Jude: There ainʼt such a thing as genuine kindness, so leave that assumption aside.

Jude: Iʼm sure that his kindness isnʼt “just” due to simple favoritism.

Kate: Huh …?

Jude: Well, but if doesnʼt get particularly attached to ya, then itʼll be fine.

Kate: That sounds like there are circumstances where itʼs not okay for him to get attached …

Jude: Ha, yer smarter than I thought.

Jude-san raised an eyebrow and continued.

Jude: If ya know that much, donʼtcha think a smart girl would know what to do?

Jude-san looked down at the newspaper, as if he didnʼt feel like explaining further.

Thereʼs no such thing as genuine kindness.

If he doesnʼt get particularly attached, itʼs fine.

Even so, I could only get a warm impression.

So, I didnʼt know anything concrete about what would happen if I stayed with Ellis-kun.

(… What is this pain?)

It was as if I had reached out to touch a beautiful phosphorescent light and a small pin had pricked my fingertip.

Ellis: Morning Jude, Kate-san.

(Ah!)

Kate: Ellis-kun! Morning …

My heart skipped a beat and my hand involuntarily brushed against the silverware on the table.

Ellis: … What happened?

His gentle colored eyes looked at me with concern.

Kate: No, itʼs nothing.

Jude: All she did was whining and bemoaning how hungry she was.

Ellis: … I see. Then letʼs eat breakfast.

Ellis-kun smiled and took his seat.

(What Jude-san meant earlier … is to keep my distance so that he doesnʼt get really attached to me.)

(But … after being saved by his kindness so much, I canʼt act distant now.)

So, as usual, I smiled and called out to him.

Kate: Oh, I buttered the toast before it got cold.

Ellis: For me as well? … You did.

Kate: Thank you, as always.

Ellis: Thanks, Kate-san.

(When Ellis-kun smiles happily, it makes me happy too.)

I was sure that no one would leave him alone.

Because he was such a wonderful person.

(Iʼm sure thereʼs no way heʼll get particularly attached to me.)

(While repaying the kindness I received.)

(Letʼs spend the month trying not to be too on easy Ellis-kun.)

And not misjudge the his sense of distance—thatʼs what I vowed to do as soon as I came here.

(Every time he is kind to me, I almost forget that commandment.)

Since then, his kindness has crept into the cracks of my commandments, and the distance between our hearts gradually narrowed …

I was sure we had reached a point where I could still turn back.

(I canʼt make any more mistakes …)

Perhaps, surely—I canʼt make a mistake.

After finishing breakfast, when Kate had left to get ready to go out, Ellis turned his gaze to Jude.

Ellis: Hey, Jude.

Jude: If itʼs somethinʼ stupid, I ainʼt listening.

Jude made a noise with the newspaper as if to interrupt the voice.

Ellis: Do you think Kate-san will be the happiest in her life within a month?

Jude: Dunno.

Ellis: If she ever has a moment like this, I want it to be forever.

Ellis: Because sheʼs a nice person.

When Jude glanced up to him, he saw Ellis with a very serious expression on his face.

Jude: … Ha, yer as crazy as ever.

Ellis: I guess so.

Ellis: I … just donʼt like people I care about become unhappy.

Jude: …

Regarding the kidnapping incident, matters took a turn that night—

William wandered into the common room and saw Jude and Ellis discussing tomorrowʼs meeting.

Then he smiled at me as I took notes on the proceedings.

William: Weʼve received new information regarding the kidnappings from Alfons.

⤷ next chapter

[ifancyharry]

sneak peak!!!!!

in which YN moves to a small town in the Alps and Harry is her grumpy neighbor

YN wasn’t one to pry on people’s personal spaces, never had been (not even when she passed her crush’s house in 8th grade and her mind begged her to take a quick peek inside to see if he was home) and she regarded houses as very personal, intimate, spaces, so she doesn’t know why, on her way to her own house, she stopped to get on her toes and look inside what seemed to be a kitchen window. The house seemed empty, the lights turned off expect for a small lamp in the corner, and she possibly couldn’t have known that Mr. Styles had just gotten out of his car and was walking towards her with a look that, had she seen it, probably would have scared her.

“What the hell are you doing?” He snapped, making her jump. She turned toward him right away, watching him shut the car door loudly, a stern look adorning his otherwise gentle features.

“Uhm… hello?” She questioned, furrowing her brows at him, “I’m YN, the — she cleared her voice and pointed with her thumb in the direction of the small house — the new tenant. Who are you?”

YN tried to rattle inside her brain if Dante had mentioned a flatmate she’d be sharing the house with, but nothing came to mind. So who was he? 

“YN?” He asked, the furrow in his brows only deepening. He had gotten incredibly close to her and YN felt unease at having her personal space involved like that, which is kind of ironic, must she say. 

She nodded, mumbling a small yes along with it.

“I thought Anais was supposed to come?” 

Did he know Anais? How did he know her? 

Oh! 

Oh. 

Could he be? 

He certainly couldn’t! 

He was much younger than she’d imagined!

She thought Mr. Styles would be an odd, off putting kind of elderly person, who maybe had a wife or an old dog Baguette could play with. She certainly couldn’t have imagined Mr. Styles was this handsome (yet scary), tall guy, with a mop of chocolate brown curly hair down to his shoulders, eyes as green as the deepest forest she dreamt about while reading fantasy books when she was younger, broad shoulders and… were those swallows she could see from the low collar of his white cotton shirt? And who wears only a shirt in this weather? He must be mad!   

“Oi!” He waved a hand in front of her face to catch her attention, “i’m talking to you.” 

She mumbled something incomprehensible and then she gulped before nodding her head, “sorry. Anais couldn’t come anymore, Dante told me you knew.”

She watched as Mr. Styles scoffed, muttering a ‘what a prick’ before shaking his head, a strand of curly hair falling in front of his eyes, which he pushed out of his face with a couple of gentle fingers. YN noticed the various rings adorning his hands, and she wondered for a brief moment wether they were a gift or if he’d buy them himself.

He looked over her briefly and YN shifted her weight from foot to foot, thinking he was probably wondering why she didn’t have any bags with her. She was getting ready to explain how the airport security had detained them, but the words haltered in her throat when she saw him raise a hand and letting the sleepy Baguette in her arms sniff it, before scratching his ear.

“What a cute doggy” he said, lowering himself to be face to face with the small dog, “what’s your name?” He asked directly to Baguette, and YN felt as if all of a sudden she was the dog and Baguette was her owner, and she blushed at that thought. 

“This is Baguette!” She chimed awkwardly.

“Ha” he snorted through his nose, “cute name. Baguette” he repeated, and the name rolled off his tongue so sweetly YN imagined what hers would sound like coming from his lips. Probably much more stern and less saccharine. 

 “Okay, I have to go.” He raised himself, making her jump a little in her place. He straightened his shirt and looked at her with a crossed look, “you know how to get in, right? Or do I have to explain that too?”

YN couldn’t possibly know what other things he had explained, but she wasn’t clueless and had realized Mr. Styles didn’t particularly like her, so she figured it was best to say she did and figure it out on her own. So, she nodded and he gave a short nod back, walking past her towards his own house. 

She watched him unlock the door with a set of keys and then disappear behind the front door, her gaze fixed on his broad shoulder covered only by the thin fabric of his shirt. She felt Baguette wiggle her tail from where she was holding her between her arms, and YN rolled her eyes at her dog, “of course you like him already! Traitor!”

hi lovelies this is something i've been writing for a while now, and it's coming soon!!! sorry if the writing it's kind of shitty i'm a little rusty but i'm trying my best 💖🌚 i love you all lmk if you liked this and what you'd like to see happen

[thescarleteagle]

An Eastern Arrival

I wrote this in collaboration with @ghostlyhalloween!

Chapter II: Faire La Bise: That’s How You Greet People?

Walking through the halls of the surprisingly empty manor, Isaac and Pierre finally find themselves into the kitchen. Inside they see Thor, Flower, Sassapis, Trevor, and Pete, crowded around Samantha’s computer, and quietly talking amongst themselves.

“Attention everyone! This is Sergeant Pierre La Croix and he is from the France” Isaac exclaims as Pierre tips his hat. “Hello! Or should I say bonjour!” Pete says with a chuckle. “You know French?” Pierre asks curiously. “Very little, but I’ve been to Paris in Epcot!” Pete says, slightly bragging. The two do a greeting where they kissed each other on both cheeks, and they get weird looks from the other ghosts. “Pete in relationship with French ghost?” Thor asks, slightly confused by the gesture. “No, this is one of the many greetings of my great country of France.” Pierre says gloatingly.

After realizing the familiarity of the name, Sam looks up from her computer in surprise, to which Pierre gives her a confused glare. “Oh hello! Jay it seems we have another one.” Sam says in shock, as she looks to her husband. “Seriously? Well it’s nice to meet you… wherever in the room you are.” Jay says awkwardly, as he turns to finish cooking.

Suddenly Pierre’s eyes land on Trevor. He saunters towards him. “Oh? And who is this delectable creature?” Pierre says, looking over at Trevor with a flirtatious grin, awaiting a response. “Trevor Leftkowitz” Trevor says, offering his hand for a handshake. Pierre accepts the handshake, which came in the form of a high-five then a proper shake. “That was an… interesting way of a handshake” Pierre says as he brushes his hand against his coat. “To think someone in such bold attire would know at least aproper handshake” Pierre mumbles, fairly annoyed, he clearly expected something else from the pant-less one. But then Pierre smirks, ”However, you are in prime position for a certain activity-.” Issac ushers him into the other room before he can finish his sentence, leaving Trevor very uncomfortable.

Meanwhile in the basement, Nigel looks off into the distance, almost as if he were examining the concrete that made up the stairs. “Did he just leave me in this sad pit?…” Nigel say’s disappointedly. “Oh yeah, you better watch out before Captain Oi Oi Baguette steals your man, based on what I’ve heard he’s a freak!” Nancy says, interested in Nigel’s reaction. Nigel stands there, with a nervous expression he barely makes eye contact with Nancy, then looks over at Patience, who gives a sigh. “It’s true… despite that dweller’s weird wording, Patience has seen many times of Pierre being unholy and dirty… it’s the whole reason I dragged him to this hell hole, so he wouldn’t interfere with the others purely perfect society.” She says in her usual disgust. 

Nigel looks down, “I can’t believe this, surely he wouldn’t be that desperate… right?…” Nigel looks around at the concerned looks on the other basement ghosts, who are trying to make eye contact, then to Patience who gives a quick glance at him before looking away and starts fidgeting with the collar on her dress. 

Worried, Nigel rushes up the stairs from the basement to see Isaac and Pierre at the main entrance, laughing together. “So, do you have a ghost power?” Isaac asks excitedly, to which Pierre looks at him with a grin. “It doesn’t matter dear, what about you?” He says, taking a step towards him, and jokingly putting his hand under Isaac’s chin and lightly pulling away. Seeing them, laughing together as their bodies go through the door, trying to hold his emotions back, Nigel could only feel one thing, true jealousy.

[lotus-pear]

I'm frenchphobic. I hunt down the french oi oi baguettes. are u. french.?.

i.........am not..............i do however love the french............VERLAINE RU- [GUNSHOTS]

[mishosoupy]

love how knk translations updated but not in the 'OI LADDY WOULD YOU FANCY A CRISPY' way but in the 'Oui oui, baguette criossant' way because now I can actually flex that I speak more than one language

[fukuzawa-armeddaddyagency]

Oi, mr. President or something like that, is it okay for ya if dazai (@dazai-asks) take some days off? He needs rest. He's not fine, he can't work like that.

- @baguette-person-disorder

Yes of course. If you can get him to actually take time off that is fine.

[clickonmedotexe]

🥖... or rather, a sliced-in-half, partially eaten baguette, still with some mozzarella and pesto inside, thrown by Mols of @fourtymart

After being covered in glitter, people are apparently throwing their lunches at Vir now. How had it become so unpopular with the masses?

All it wanted was to possess people, ruin their relationships, steal their lives, put them through grievous harm and mock all of their suffering loved ones. God forbid women did anything.

"Oi, watch where you're throwing that thing before I shove it inside of ya!"

[feartheoldblog]

OI

OPEN UP! I GOT ASKS!

8. What are your 3 favourite areas and why?

16. Who is the most underrated NPC in your opinion?

29. What are your 3 favourite non-boss enemies? (behave)

35. What ingame faction would you belong to?

HELLO BIM I HOPE YOU ARE BLESSED WITH TESCO BAGUETTES ON THIS FINE DAY

8. What are your 3 favourite areas and why?

Okay so in no particular order:

Castle Cainhurst (Bloodborne): I don’t even know if I have to explain tbh it’s a super cool dilapidated vampire castle covered in snow. The lore surrounding it is really interesting as well, as are the enemy types. Also ice pop grandpa is pretty cool 👍

Irithyll of the Boreal Valley (DS3): It has this really uneasy feeling attached to it. The Sulyvahn’s Beast that attacks you on the bridge is ofc the first sign that something isn’t right but the emptiness of it is so unsettling. Until you bump into the knights and get murdered (rite of passage). The lore, once again, is impeccable, and the architecture is magnificent. Furthermore, the little ghosts of the Irithyll people are super eerie but also tragic :’)

Prison Town (Elden Ring): This was a difficult choice because I love the Haligtree aesthetics (hate it’s enemies) but I had to choose PT because I enjoy mostly everything about it. The Godskin Noble is a bit annoying as a boss but they’re easy dealt with with a bit of patience! The view of a literal town semi-submerged in lava is amazing. Rykard, you are a genius. A terrifying one, though.

16. Who is the most underrated NPC in your opinion?

I think everyone in BB gets a decent amount of attention bc there’s like 10 NPCs so I’m gonna have to say Irina from DS3. Her and Eygon’s dynamic is really interesting and I really want to know what she did to get sent there. Of course there’s the firekeeper thing but Eygon seems really perturbed about coming here and insults her specifically. Also she’s just super nice. I can never bring myself to learn the dark incants from her bc it upsets her </3 Also the braille makes her happy.

29. What are your 3 favourite non-boss enemies? (behave)

Life is so unfair when I have to behave 💔💔💔

Okay:

1) Corvian Knights (DS3)

2) Ringed City Knights (DS3)

3) Second Generation Albinaurics (Elden Ring) - my silly little guys

DS3 had the best enemy selection honestly

Do I enjoy fighting most of these? No, because they are evil and destroy me. Are they cool? Absolutely.

35. What ingame faction would you belong to?

Bloodborne: I’d love to be an Workshop Hunter. I feel like you have a great selection of weapons to choose from, the armour is stylish and you’ve got some of the strongest hunters to support you. Realistically though probably the Choir (I am too asthmatic).

Dark Souls: The DS world absolutely terrifies me so I’d hate to be in any of the covenants but if I had to choose I’d probably say the Watchdogs of Farron. I wanna make the dead dog happy :( (also they’re basically DS1 forest hunters. kinda sucks that we don’t get the flip ring though)

[patricia-von-arundel]

Hey I hope this isn't too wildly invasive! I THINK a while ago you said you'd lived in Cymru for a bit, can I ask whereabouts? Entirely out of curiosity, because I love hearing other peoples' thoughts on my homeland 💕

I have not, I lived in Glasgow and then Norwich, so wrong parts of the island (for me)! Being the usual weirdass American with weirdass American attachments to ancestry, though, I'm mostly Welsh (Cymraeg, correct?) by family history, from Gwynedd - sadly, I don't know more specifically than that. (My favorite of the family history is one of my relatives - his mother and father were both Evans [not known to be related]. 🤣)

(Even funnier, his mother had been married before, and so her surname went back to being Evans... when she remarried.)

That homeland of yours is painfully, unfairly, criminally gorgeous. And don't get me started on the history. Offa's Dyke (so many walls and earthworks and hedges that were various Roman/English people going OH CRAP [Latin: "ohus crapus," English: "oi, mate, they're comin' over the bleedin' walls like they lost the Champions' League!"]), Owain Glyndŵr (I love every revolt against the English where the French are immediately going WE'LL HELP! HEY, WE'LL HELP!!! 👋👋👋 [French: "sacre bleu, we will beat the Engleesh weez our baguettes and undercooked bouef!"], the Cistercian cultural influence, though I also love that the first Christians kind of sidled in and everyone was like "NOPE" and murdered them.

Also had/have some insanely awesome writers - Arthur Machen, Sarah Waters, Jasper Fforde. I'll also let you share credit for Philip Pullman, since Norwich doesn't deserve him and he lived in Llanbedr as a kid.

And a funny story about another of a descendant of Cymru, though I know born in England - John Rhys-Davies. Sadly, I did not personally witness this (I was at work). He was at a local comic-con where we live in the US, and, uh... apparently got quite into it with my daughter, who was eight. I have no idea what they found to vehemently argue about, but they did. (In his defense, she'll argue with anyone.) In the end, she left with this picture autographed to her by him:

Above himself, he wrote "me."

Above the camel, he wrote "you."

🤣

(John Rhys-Davies also went to the same university I did. As did Kazuo Ishiguro, Ian McEwan, Tracy Chevalier, and Matt Smith, none of whom I've met. But I did meet Jasper Fforde enough times in enough places that at one point he declared himself my stalker.)

Like many nerdy bookish folks, I'd love to visit Hay-on-Wye, and could offer one of the best bookshops in the US in return (that would be this one). 😁 Haven't made it yet, but one day!

[multi-royalty-arc]

🥖 [Kol At Rebekah]

Send a 🥖 to throw a baguette at my muse.

“OI” throws it back

[france-the-third]

OI WE'RE REAL ALRIGHT

J'VAIS TE FOUTRE UN BAGUETTE DANS LE CUL, ON VERRA SI TU RIGOLES

next person to say france isn't real is going to get whacked in the face with a stale baguette

[honestlyitsjustsam]

VALORANT AGENTS | Hand Animations

                ↳ Chamber

[deejays-lovelies]

"What do you guys enjoy doing the most? Anything you always look up to when you have some free time on your hands? " - Joelle. // To any of your muses that you feel like !

💟: “Well, I like to draw and dance. I’ll go around and ask the first people I come across.”

🧑‍🌾: “Sometimes I curl up on the couch and read.”

🤍: “Other than watching soccer, I build houses of cards.”

🤵: “I paint still lifes.”

💴: “Me and Josuke play video games.”

🇩🇪: “I play with my rabbit, Zitrone.” (Zitrone is lemon in German)

💟: “There you have it, then. Thanks, Joelle!”

[venus-pjo]

The Gods as things my classmates and teacher have said✨

Ares: -Sings about corn on the cobs for twenty minutes straight-

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Dionysus: Why sleep when you can just ✨not✨. Araidne: Seconded

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Bus driver: -Dropping them(us) of at swimming lessons-

Everyone: I- LoVe Cheeeeeeesseeee

Zeus: 911 whats your emergency

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Aphrodite: -Rocking Ares while singing Rockabye baby-

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Hermes: -Singing completely off tune-

Hera: Awwh! Your hidden talent! Keep it hidden.

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Poseidon: -Suddenly screeches during an important explanation- OI YA WEE LADS

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Ares: You absolute onion. You sly fridge. You humongous bee. How darest thou stealest thees bread.

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Aphrodite: Why do we have homework if we are only going to scream sob cry and have breakdowns from it?

Artemis: ….Are you alright?

Aphrodite: -Eye twitches aggressively- Definitely. Completely fine.

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Hera: Anyone want a baguette?

Hermes: Big bread.

Dionysus: ✨ Crusty roll ✨

Ares: Mini therapist! Its just as eat~a~ble!

Apollo: D'you mean Edible? …OH-

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The Olympians, Arguing:

Six of them: BUSH!

Other six: BUH~SH!

Zeus: THERAPY!

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Hades: I got you a present I think you'll love!

Zeus: …Really? What is it?

Hades: -Hands him a toaster- Its for the shower, I'll even help you plug it in!

Zeus: -Insert middle finger-

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