#blanc's announcements

[maleyanderevnshowdown]

Im using this design/image as Kylar for this showdown! ❤️

I didn't wanna have to ask someone if I could use their art of Kylar for my Male Yandere Showdown, so I made my own X,S I tried making him cartoony/cuter so that he wouldn't resemble anyone's designs too much...

[benoits-neckerchieves]

Wow Daniel Craig really does bring someone from James Bond into every Knives Out movie

[waxtrailsonmyshoulders]

My boyfriend (a straight, cis man) just told me that he watched Glass Onion yesterday after I recommended it to him, and then had the AUDACITY to ask me how I know that Benoit Blanc is gay and Hugh Grant is his live-in boyfriend?

Like???? The sky is blue, babe, just gotta open your eyes!!!

For the record, Benoit Blanc: 1. Wears those funky little suits with stripes and patterns and the little scarves. Have you ever seen straight men wear anything that fun and fruity? Or accessorize said no-fun outfits? No, you haven't. 2. Avoids Birdie, a conventionally attractive woman, heavily flirting with him, like the effing Bubonic Plague. 3. Takes long baths in the tub with cute little rubber duckies and soap. FRUITY. 4. Has NO REACTION other than a polite little cough to getting liquid shot down his throat!!!!! 5. HUGH GRANT IS IN HIS HOUSE COVERED IN FLOUR! JFC THEY'RE NOT JUST ROOMMATES!!!

[ceaselesswwatch3r]

GFGKCDHSGCHDC ANOTHER KNIVES OUT MYSTERY LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FUCK YEA BITCHES

[howtheworldcouldb]

My absolute favorite thing about the casting announcement for Jeremy Renner in Knives Out III is that it’s already been established that he exists in this universe, so either he’s playing himself or the writers are setting up the funniest gag of their careers. Personally I’d like to think he’s trying to get Benoit Blanc to sign off on an advertising deal

[jessiexflem]

– life of the party | jessie fleming x reader

content: a little fluffy Jessie blurb for your new year's eve :)

word count: 661

“Are we lame?” you frown.

Jessie sets two wine glasses on the counter and scoffs, “We are not, why would you think that?”

Raising an eyebrow at her, you gesture to your New Year’s Eve set-up, which consisted of a bottle of sauvignon blanc and a 1000-piece puzzle. Empty takeout containers from your favorite sushi restaurant littered your dining table. Despite protest from your friends, you and Jessie opted to stay in this New Year’s, wanting to spend time with just each other. 

“Hey, you were the one who asked if we could pick out a new puzzle,” your girlfriend retorts, handing you your glass of wine before settling on the floor next to the coffee table. You slide off of the couch to sit next to her.

“Cheers?” you hold your glass out, and Jessie clinks hers to yours. 

Sipping on your wine, you and Jessie sit in comfortable silence as you work on opposite sides of your puzzle. You make a face at the pile of blue pieces in front of you, cursing yourself for picking one with a solid background.

“I don’t like this one,” you sigh.

“We’ve barely started on it,” Jessie chuckles, “I–”

“Don’t you dare,” you shoot a playful glare at your girlfriend, knowing that an ‘I told you so’ was about to leave her lips. 

You were never really into puzzles until you started dating Jessie, and even now, your patience was thin with them. Normally, you would start working on the border until you get frustrated, then spend the rest of your time cuddling into Jessie and watching her finish the rest. You had been at the store earlier today, when you pointed out the puzzle to your girlfriend. She tried to tell you that she knew you wouldn’t enjoy this particular one, but you insisted on buying it to add to your collection.

“Which part are you stuck on?” she asks, glancing over to your side of the table. Jessie places a few pieces down, finding the correct ones almost immediately. 

“How are you so good at this?”

“Practice,” a smile quirks at Jessie’s lips, “and patience.”

You roll your eyes before glancing at your phone, noting the time. “Oh, the countdown! Turn on the TV!”

Jessie obliges and flips the channel to the New Year’s Eve countdown.

“Shoot, I’ve got to figure out who I’m going to kiss at midnight,” she jokes, “What about you? Do you have a New Year’s kiss?” 

“Well, there’s this really cute girl sitting near me that I’m hoping will let me kiss her,” you grin, “Lots of freckles and curly hair, she’s exactly my type.”

“One minute!” the television host chirps into his microphone.

Jessie stands, holding her hand out to you to help you off the floor. Excitement fills inside of you, as the countdown gets closer to midnight. 

“For the record, I think that girl with the freckles and curly hair wants to kiss you at midnight, too,” your girlfriend smirks, pulling you into her so that you’re standing chest to chest.

“Yeah?” you wrap your arms around her neck as her hands find their way to your hips. 

“Five, four,” shout the announcers on the television, “Three, two, one!”

“Happy New Year, love,” Jessie whispers before leaning in, her lips pressing against yours.

“Happy New Year, my darling,” you smile, a yawn escaping your lips.

“Ready for bed?” Jessie asks, matching your yawn with one of her own.

You glance at the clock behind Jessie’s head. 9:01 PM. Three hours until midnight in Portland. The sounds of Ryan Seacrest and his celebrity friends celebrating the New Year in New York City continued to fill your living room. You look back at Jessie, who wore a sheepish smile on her face.

“Okay,” she admits, “we might, just maybe, be a little bit lame.”

You giggle, pulling your girlfriend toward your shared bedroom. “I wouldn’t want to be lame with anyone else next year.”

[andi-does-unknown]

the last thing sam did before leaving Mont Blanc was rock his baby sister (no older then 2-3 months) to sleep, an extra good bye and per cation as to make sure he made as little noise possible.

19 something years later the department announces the new DAMN freshman class, those same brown eyes he had before his turning and his last name sat staring at him again.

[sanerontheinside]

I would genuinely be shocked if nobody pitched this yet, but this is peak Benoit Blanc mystery fodder

[cookiescribble]

Flufftober Day 10: Bet, Game, Contest

A/N: hello, ya boy is back with another comic book character. Not Nightwing, but Gambit! welcome back, swamp rat (affectionate)- mod ghost

p.s. sorry to rogue enjoyers, she is not here. also i have not finished x-men 97 so no spoilers please! I just really like the art style

Ship: Remy LeBeau x GN!Reader

Summary: State fair with le diable blanc

 You and Gambit were at a local state fair, since he’d entered his beignets in the recipe competition. You had some time to kill before they announced the winner, though, so the two of you were wandering amongst the festivities to see what there was on offer. 

“Hey, chère, I have a…comment dit-on…proposition for you, if you please.” He spoke up suddenly, tugging on your hand to get your attention since it was already held by his. 

“Oh? What is it?” You asked as you glanced over at him, watching his dark eyes as they darted around the fairgrounds. 

“What if we play a lil game, hm?” He hummed, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. “How ‘bout whoever wins more of da games here,” he gestured around the two of you, “gets a kiss from da loser?” 

You smirked as he spoke, “You sure you don’t want to bet on the contest your beignets are in? That’s much more guaranteed odds for you.” Your gaze traveled from him to one of the fair games he seemed to have his eye on. “Unless you have some kind of plan in mind?”

“Does dis mean you want to find out, petite?” He waggled his eyebrows playfully, 

“Well,” You consider your options for a moment, “either way you get a kiss, right?”

“Dat’s correct,” Remy nodded eagerly,

“Alright then, fine, but only because I’m better at these games than you.” You chuckled as you agreed, seeing him light up in excitement.

“Wooo, you ‘boutta put yo money where yo mouth is, chère.” He sauntered over to one of the games as you followed him, confidence radiating from him in waves. 

You played practically every game in the state fair with Remy, and he’d won practically every one. By the time you were walking over to where the contest winner would be announced, you had a giant stuffed animal he’d won for you about an hour ago that he was helpfully carrying for you while he spoke up, “Hey, chère~”

“Yeees?” You answer back in a similar lilting tone to his, slipping your hand into one of his carefully so that he wouldn’t drop the prized animal. 

“I tink you owe me somethin’, don’t you?” Gambit moved the stuffed animal to sit on a nearby bench for a moment, gazing at you with a flutter of his eyelashes.

“Do I? I don’t remember borrowing any money from you, Remy,” you teased, grinning as he groaned lowly, 

“Chère” He sighed, as if he somehow believed that you’d forgotten the bet so quickly. You cut off any further protests with a quick, sweet kiss. Just like you’d promised. You pulled away from him a moment or two later, watching another smirk spread itself across his face. 

You roll your eyes at him and lean into his side, “Feel better?” 

“Much better, thank you,” Gambit laughed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you waited for the announcement of the winner, which, unsurprisingly, turned out to be him. 

[mamayura]

You know what just hit me like a truck?

Marinette at the end of the Paris special traveled through several universes and in all of them Chat Noir was the partner by her side

In all besides ONE universe where Scarabella and Kitty Noire had the Ladybug and Black Cat.

The Paris special took place before episode 4, so way before the Kwami Choice two parter. I wonder how Marinette felt whne she realized (or at least in the theoretical case of her realizing) that at that point the one and only universe became their reality too where Chat isn't by her side at all and that she has made alot of active choices to heavily contribute for it to end up this way.

I mean, she too literally CHOSE to leave and she already wanted to do it before Plagg initiated his plan. That happened. No way around it.

I wished the show wouldn't just throw in such awfully heavy implications without paying it off. I was glad that Marinette having seen Kitty Noire in another time line explains why Marinette didn't think of worrying about if this new Black Cat truly is a good person and not a bad one who happened to get her hands on Plagg after Chat renounced (though Alya isn't off the hook for this. She didn't even care to ask for a HERO NAME. The non-existent security around the Black Cat Miraculous from the two leader girls at the top of the hierarchy is just insanely irresponsible. Literally ANYONE could infiltrate the team as Black Cat through Adrien's isolation and be welcomed with open arms as long as they aren't straight up announcing themselves as the villain)

But now having realized that Marinette saw that she and Chat Noir are a team in so MANY universes besides ONE and it's exactly THAT one which ends up coming true through alot of her own decisions no less?

That's harsh. That is such a harsh thing to simply throw in there and then do nothing with. As if that wouldn't be an extremely crushing realization for her to have.

Same as Adrien being kamikotized into Celestial Cat who looks way too much like Chat Blanc and they just... did nothing with that. Marinette had NO reaction to it whatsoever.

Both kamikotizations came with such heavy baggage, but they just did nothing with it. It's just THERE.

[maleyanderevnshowdown]

Meet the Creators and their Games!

As we wait for the votes to begin, here's a list of the creators of these yanderes and a link to download their games in case you haven't played them, but they interest you! :D

(Edited to include more Tumblrs thanks to @maleyanderecafe!

Z (Favor)

Tumblr: @favorvn

Itchio: Download Here!

Tenebris (Duality)

Tumblr: @dualityvn

Itchio: Download Here!

Dorian (10:16)

Creator's Tumblr: @artwithoutblood

Itchio: Download Here!

Nial (Parasite in Love)

Creator's Tumblr: @nightasobu

Itchio: Download Here!

Friend (See Thru Friend)

Tumblr: @stnaf-vn

Itchio: Download Here!

Stalker/Dameon (Broken Colors)

Creator's Tumblr: @inkly-heart

Itchio: Download Here!

Simon (Colored Gaze)

Tumblr: @clrdgaze

Itchio: Download Here!

Ashton (Picture Perfect Boyfriend)

Creator's Tumblr: @espoirduvide

Itchio: Download REBOOT Here!

Eros (Seven Bloody Nights)

Tumblr: @sevenbloodynightsvn

Itchio: Download Here!

Cassanova (Cannibal Sweetheart)

Tumblr: @cannibalsweetheart

Itchio: Download Here!

Fone (Honey Hotline)

Tumblr: @ringringringbananafone

Itchio: Download Here!

Itchio: Download Here!

Adam (You and Him)

Griffin (Duplicity)

Tumblr: @duplicity-vn

Itchio: Download Here!

Devyn (Invite Me In)

Itchio: Download Here!

Liu (Glass Mind)

Itchio: Download Here!

Rook (A Cry for Help)

Tumblr: @stnaf-vn

Itchio: Download Here!

Sebastian (Particles of Reality)

Creator's Tumblr: @arewar

Itchio: Download Here!

Castor (Darling Duality)

Creator's Tumblr: @melancholy-marionette

Itchio: Download Here!

Markus (Yandere Island)

Tumblr: @yandere-islandvn

Itchio: Download Here!

Sasha (Hopeless Romantic)

Creator's Tumblr: @xbonecandyx

Itchio: Download Here!

Liev Latane (Pulsatio Cordis)

Itchio: Download Here!

Gold (Ai-yo, Kogane-San!)

Creator's Tumblr: @crystalcrynight

Itchio: Download Here!

Ezra (Restart Heart)

Tumblr: @restartheartvn

Itchio: Download Here!

Klaus (Please Don't Hate Christmas)

Itchio: Download Here!

Bo (Dachabo)

Itchio: Download Here!

John Doe (John Doe)

Creator's Tumblr: @purple-verse

Itchio: Download Here!

Sunny Day Jack (SWWSDY)

Tumblr: @sunny-day-jack-official

Itchio: Download Here!

Kylar (Degrees of Lewdity)

Creator's Blog: Download Here!

Ren (14DWY)

Tumblr: @14dayswithyou

Itchio: Download Here!

Alan (My Dear Hatchetman)

Tumblr: @hatchetmanofficial

Itchio: Download Here!

Ren (BTD2)

Creator's Tumblr: @gatobob

Website: Download Here!

[weministertomonsters]

Sunshine & The Beast

You're all bubbles and sunshine as you walk into the Pleasure House several minutes late for your appointment. Madame Blanc scowls and flaps her hand urgently. You're so late that she doesn't have time to scold you.

"Room 6!" The vampiress hisses.

You nod and make your way to the room. You take a deep breath so you can look as professional as a cucumber on ice. Cool and unaffected.

"Hi! I'm your adventurer for today!" You say cheerfully as you push open the door and step in, letting it click shut behind you.

The monster sitting on one of the couches in the seating area blinks.

"What?"

"You know, because with monsters you never know what you're working with so it's always an adventure..." You trail off when you realize he's not getting it.

"I'm technically supposed to say "I'm your caretaker for the day" but I think that sounds lame," you admit.

He snorts and stands up.

"Coming here was a mistake," he says.

"Whoa, whoa! Slow down, Fluffy."

He shoots you a glare. "Who are you calling fluffy?" He demands.

"I'm sorry. Your fur just looks so soft and poofy. It's got to take you an eternity to brush out," you say.

He blinks again, like everything you say surprises him. He narrows his eyes, probably wondering if this is a prank.

"Geez, I started off on the wrong foot," you sigh. "I'm sorry. Again."

"Why are you dressed like that?"

"Um?" You glance down at the shirt you're wearing.

It's got a very artistic-looking cupcake painted on it. Your niece made it in one of her after-school classes, and you treasure it more than any other piece of clothing you own.

"I was running late, as I'm sure you've noticed. My cat gave birth early this morning! It was magical."

He raises a shaggy eyebrow and glances at the door.

"Wait!" You yelp. "Don't go. I, um, really need to get paid today."

"When my friend booked me an appointment this wasn't what I expected. Shouldn't you be on your knees sucking my dick right about now?" He says, crossing his arms.

"Uh, yes. I'm just off my stride this morning. I had way too much coffee trying to stay awake in the wee hours of the morning. It was worth it though!"

"Are you on drugs?" He demands.

Your cheeks warm. "Dang it, am I that buzzed?"

He steps closer and grabs your arm to hold you in place. Then he leans down and sniffs the pulse point in your neck.

"You're clean," he announces, pulling away. "It's just coffee."

"Like I said," you say sheepishly. "Take a seat."

"I'm not sure whether I should trust myself with you. I think you're shady," he replies seriously, and you burst out laughing.

"You look like you could snap me in half," you smirk. "I don't know what you're worried about."

"You're too cheerful."

"Since when was that a crime?" You huff.

"This is exactly how an enemy of mine would act to get my guard down-"

"Ugh, sit, will you? Relax." You push him gently.

He sits down reluctantly, gripping the armrest of the couch so tightly that you hear the wood creak.

You put your hands on his shoulders first, to make sure he's okay with your touch. Still stiff, but he doesn't pull away. He's covered in fur from head to toe, something vaguely human with huge shoulders and a broad chest. You reach up to touch his horns gently. They're small and curl backward, barely noticeable in his thick mane.

"You look cursed," you tell him.

"I'd be offended if you were wrong, but yes. It's a generational curse," he replies, looking up at you.

"I've been with a lot of monsters, I'm becoming a pro at recognizing the different types," you say with a grin. "Would it put you off if I kiss you?"

His eyes roll slightly. "Good luck. With my tusks, it's practically impossible-"

You cut his rambling off with a kiss. You have to lean forward to do that, because of the way he's positioned on the couch. To spare your neck from the awkward angle, you make the executive decision to straddle his lap. His hands automatically come up to your hips, his blunt claws digging in slightly.

When you pull away, he's starry-eyed and dazed.

"How did you do that?" He demands.

"Where there's a will, there's a way!" You say cheerfully.

You move slightly and feel his arousal underneath you and give him a wide-eyed look.

"Dude. That was like, a ten-second kiss."

"It's not like I have an eager host of lovers lining up to get into my bed," he grumbles, looking away.

"If you fix up your attitude, I'm sure there will be."

"I don't have an attitude!" He snaps.

"Okay, Mr. Sunshine," you laugh.

"Shut up," he grumbles before leaning in to kiss you this time.

He's very careful because of his tusks. Despite his misgivings, there's plenty of room to kiss him. His lips are juicier than yours, which is something you'll be jealous about later, but right now they're yours to nip at.

Your greedy hands press against his chest, squeezing handfuls of his pecs. Pretty handy that he does not need shirts. His nipples are right there, covered by soft whorls of fur. He grunts when you pinch them gently.

"Maybe I was hasty," he pants, tipping his head back. "About wanting to leave earlier."

"Really now? I've only just started with you," you tease, reaching down to cup him through his pants.

"What's that?" You say with wicked delight. "You've got two... Oh, I'm getting a treat today!"

He doesn't say anything but the heated stare he gives you tells you that he appreciates your excitement.

You shimmy out of his lap and drop onto your knees on the soft carpet, squeezing his thigh.

"Let's see what I have to work with," you grin heatedly, undoing his belt and making quick work of his zipper.

You're so impatient that it takes a few good tugs to get his pants to slip off his haunches and hindfeet. For a second you wonder if he has toe beans like a cat, but you decide not to risk ruining the moment by asking.

"I don't normally say this, but Dear Lord! Whatever witch cursed you certainly gave you a blessing here," you say.

"I don't think so. They're too fucking big and it's hard to find underwear that fits," he says flatly.

"Learn to take a compliment," you advise him. "Can I touch you?"

He blows out a breath. "Please."

You need both hands, one for each cock. They look pretty much human but on steroids. You're awed because this isn't a usual occurrence, not even in a Pleasure House like this one.

Your mouth is pretty much watering at the sight. You lean forward and take one into your mouth, your lips hugging the tip. He hisses and arches his back like he's in pain.

"Oops, did I catch you with my teeth?" You say innocently, blowing a puff of air over the saliva-slick tip.

"No. Sensitive," he hisses again. "Don't do that, fuck."

"Is that too much for you to handle? Poor thing. I had so much planned," you say in mock disappointment.

You don't give him a warning the next time you engulf his cock with your mouth and you have the pleasure of hearing him whimper. Your lips curl into a smirk at that soft, vulnerable sound. You like hearing big, scary monsters make sounds like that.

So you endeavor to force more out of him, switching between both of his cocks to drive him crazy, using your hands and mouth to massage as much of him as you can, teasing the sensitive underside with the tip of your tongue.

He squirms and growls so loud that the chair vibrates. He seems a little touched-starved too, melting when your hands squeeze his thighs. His hips shift subtly as he struggles to hold himself back. It's probably for the best because lust-hazed monsters have a hard time controlling themselves and that would wreak havoc on your throat and jaw. You're struggling enough as it is already.

His eyes, which have been closed, shoot open suddenly. His pupils are small, his expression a little crazed.

"I want to taste you," he demands. "Get on the bed?"

"What?" You say breathlessly.

Usually, your customer is the only one getting taken care of. While your job turns you on, it's against protocol to pleasure yourself unless it's the customer's request.

And except for a vampire customer who liked to feed from your thigh (which was almost as good as an orgasm), no one else has ever offered.

"Are you sure? This is all about you."

"Trade places with me. I'm not asking you again," he growls.

"Okay, okay!" You laugh breathlessly but damn if that didn't make you twice as wet.

You scramble onto the bed, your weight dimpling the soft mattress.

"How do you want me?" You pant.

"On your back. I want to see your face," he says, dipping the mattress even further as he gets on.

You raise your hips for him and he drags your shorts and underwear down in one fell swoop. You remove your shirt and toss it onto the sidetable. He pushes your legs open and you prop yourself up on your elbows so you can watch him.

The first stroke of his tongue is heavenly agony. You stifle a squeal, your hand coming down to tug at his mane.

"Just like that," you encourage.

He's an apt learner, and when he figures out exactly how you like it, he doesn't let up.

"Wait, wait," you beg as the momentum becomes too much. "I think I'm gonna pass out."

"I don't think so. You didn't stop when I asked you," he says triumphantly, the pad of his thumb rolling over your clit. "I want you to come undone."

"I'm supposed to be giving, not taking," you argue.

"Who says you're taking anything? I like the taste of you on my tongue."

"But-"

"Shut up," he says pleasantly, his voice muffled as he presses his mouth against you again.

You bit your lip and clutch the pillow. It's actually been a while since someone other than yourself made you come. Just as you're about to tip into a whirlwind of pleasure, he stops. You almost kick him in the face before you remember yourself.

"What the hell?" You say, about to sit up. "Why did you stop-"

He pushes you down with his body weight. "I'd use my fingers but there's no way around my claws," he says huskily. "I changed my mind. I want you to come undone while I'm inside you. I want to feel it."

You let out a hard breath. "Okay. But hurry. I almost attacked you, dude. Not cool."

He snorts out a laugh. "Your weirdness might grow on me," he says. "Which one do you want?"

Oh...

"The lower one," you say. "I think it's smaller."

Jokes on you, because as soon as he begins to press against your hole, you realize maybe you underestimated his size.

"Fuck," you whisper.

He pauses, his arms bracketed around your head, his face so close to yours. "Does it hurt?"

You shake your head and pull him closer so he doesn't see you grimace as he slides in another inch. It doesn't hurt, but it does stretch you quite a bit. But you're yet to lose a single devil's tango, so you power through.

"Damn," you murmur when he stops abruptly. "Where do you end and where do I begin?"

"Who cares," is his response as he pulls out slowly.

The next time he thrusts in, it's a little easier. He buries his face against your neck, breathing in your scent. Soon you forget all about the stretch. What you want is more. Suddenly you have a craving to get fucked so hard that you feel it tomorrow. You reach down to take his first cock in your hand, circling it so that each time he thrusts into you, it slides through your fingers.

It's a little amusing to think you're jacking him off while he's fucking you. You angle his cock so that it slides through your folds and bumps against your clit just so. Your body's response is to clamp down on him, and he hisses, his thrusts speeding up.

You're so wet and he's so hard and you fit together so perfectly. He hits all the right spots that have you melting in his arms until you're as boneless as a ragdoll. He takes over, holding you in place with your legs pressed up so he can slide in even deeper.

Good lord, your back is going to ache tomorrow, but you don't care. You're moaning shamelessly now, aware of nothing but his weight on top of you, how full you are, and the way his cocks throb inside and against you.

"I think I'm going to come," you whimper, gripping his mane and tugging at it.

"Go on," he huffs, his hips accentuating his command, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. "I'm right behind you. Can I come inside you?"

"Please, oh yes please!" You exclaim. "Don't you dare pull out."

His eyes brighten, even as his lip curls rather scarily. You bite down hard on your lip as you come, struggling to contain yourself. Your orgasm is so forceful that your entire body jerks even though you're pinned under his weight. He shoves his cock as far as it can go, growling so loud that you feel it rattle through your body.

His first cock spurts molten heat on your belly, and it drips down the side, soaking the sheets. You love the way his hips jerk with the aftershocks and pull him close so you can feel everything, even the way his heart thumps in his chest.

"I almost didn't stop myself from biting you," he says, swiping his thumb over the flesh between your shoulder and neck, the prime biting spot.

"I take shots to prevent any unwanted consequences, we all do," you tell him. "You can bite me next time."

His eyes crinkle in amusement. "Next time," he says, and it sounds like a promise.

•─────✧─────•

I was living for their banter. 👌

[bulbagarden]

hiya trainers, lisia here again!! just wanting to tell you about our one-shot fanfiction contest that i'm running over on our forums, specifically in our writers' workshop, which i'm the head of! our theme this year is fall -- very open-ended, but we think our writers will be able to use it in many creative ways!

here's the link! https://bulbagarden.net/threads/fall-2024-one-shot-contest-announcement.303264/unread

signups close on the 24th, so please register even if you're not fully sure you'll be able to commit to submitting an entry! me and blanc are both hoping to write entries for it, and i'll be judging, so we hope to see you there~.

our prizes range from advertisement on our social media accounts, to (maybe) a forums badge, to a secret new forums feature being unveiled just for this!! you don't wanna miss it, so please, sign up if you're interested, or share with any you know who would be! o//

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

{The Tripple Cone Cup!}

《The royal of the renowned cookie kingdom has arrived!》

-

"Your highness, we've arrived." Raspberry Cookie states, her chest slightly puffed up in pride for being chosen to protect you and your fellow cookies. What an honor for House Raspberry!

Gingerbrave stood beside you as the two of you watched the clouds fade away and the air blimp slowly falls to the landing area.

"Wow... Everything looks so amazing!" The younger cookie announced. You let out a chuckle, full-heartedly agreeing with him.

With the aid of Raspberry Cookie, your court, and company help you get off the air-ballon. The garb you wore, was hand-made by Mont-Blanc, who had to choose the colors of the outfit to represent your kingdom.

"Sweet mother of dough!"

"No way!"

"Who is that cookie?"

"They look like royalty!"

Other cookies whisper as they see your group.

You do your best to have your head held high, but all you wanted to do was hide.

Ignoring the whispers or glares some of your cookies throw at passersby. You all head inside the arena.

"My goodness, it's been some time, your highness." Elder Sugar Cookie greets you, you nod to her and Financier Cookie.

"It has, it's nice to see you again!" You reply as she smiles at you.

"You must join me later for some scones and such, it would be an honor, truly."

"Of course, but I'm only here as a spectator with my.." You wanted to say, friends, but you remembered the etiquette lessons you forced yourself to learn to appease the elder cookies of the Crème Republic "Court."

"I see, well, please consider my offer when you have the time."

Financier bows respectively at you, holding in her smile as she accompanied Elder Sugar Cookie back to her chambers.

"Ah! The great ruler of the cookie kingdom, I bow to you with the utmost respect!" A new voice states, turning your head, you see a cookie with a microphone in hand.

"Hello, Gelato Tripple Cone cookie, were you the one that sent the invitation?"

"Yes, indeed! I'm surprised, but utterly great full you accepted."

You wave your hand dismissively, "no I should be thanking you. I've never been to such a place before, the island is beautiful."

"I thank you once more, your highness! Please allow me to escort you and your guests to your rooms."

-

After dropping off the luggage in your chambers, Gelato Tripple Cone takes you and your friends to the spectator's lounge.

(What you didn't know was that it was specifically made for only your group instead of the other cookie attendees.)

Gelato Tripple Cone cookie finishes his speech before he pays tribute to... Well.. You.

"Many gracious thanks for The Royal of The Cookie Kingdom! [Title] (Y/N) Cookie! May we have a few words, your highness?

Gelato Tripple Cone comes to your both, holding the microphone out to you.

You take the mic carefully, the anticipation in the audience could be cut with a knife.

"M-may blessings be upon you, all of you. Whether you win or lose, just know, that you are still the pride of your school. You worked hard to be here, never lose sight of that. G-good luck to you!"

You wanted to hurl, that speech wanted awful.

Excited cheers and scream were heard all over the arena.

The champions of the event bowing to you with respect. "Th-that was beautiful your majesty!!" Tripple Cone cried dramatically.

-

"Did you see that!'' "I can't believe it!?"

Parfeadia Principle, Crème Kights Preceptor, and Headmaster of Scovilla all stand before you. They bow their heads as their chosen cookies do the same.

"Your majesty, may we humbly request your blessings for our representatives."

Shocked by this, you do your best to not freak out and figure out how to give a blessing without making a fool out of yourself.

-

[Thank you for reading! Comments, reblog and art are appreciated!]

[ignis--fatuus]

I have a theory about the celebrity cameos in Glass Onion

SO- we all know about the scene wherein Benoir Blanc is playing Among Us in the bathtub. He's playing with the stars Angela Lansbury, Natasha Lyonne, and Kareem Abdul-Jabbar. I have a theory as to why those four are playing

Starting off strong with Angela Lansbury: The Queen of Daytime TV Mystery! Murder, She Wrote ran from 1984 to 1996. It is still referenced in this day and age just because of how much influence it had on the mystery genre and the idea of a "Female Detective" (not just a female detective- an elderly female detective). She is a Modern Miss Marple in a sense, and her mysteries still hold up to this day. Next is Natasha Lyonne: In 2021 Lyonne announced she would be the lead in an upcoming mystery series: Poker Face. This show too is huge in the modern mystery genre. For starters, it is reinventing a Columbo'-style "Howcatchem" format, and does it well. Secondly, it too is a "Female Detective" lead story. It is carrying the torch of stories like Murder, She Wrote and Miss Marple, and using the tools of famous and innovative shows like Columbo to do it. Glass Onion was released in 2022. The timelines fit perfectly. Then there's Kareem Abdul-Jabbar: Now, at first glance it doesn't make much sense. He was in movies like Airplane, sure, the man is an actor just as much as he is a basketball player. BUT he is also the writer of a Sherlock Holmes pastiche centered around Mycroft and has been a self-proclaimed fan of the Holmes series for a very long time! There's even pictures of him outside the Sherlock Holmes museum!

Finally, Stephen Sondheim: Once again, its a bit hard to see at first. He's a composer and lyricist. Why is he here? The man is the musician behind Sweeney Todd! A MYSTERY AND CRIME MUSICAL. Sondheim also was involved with West Side Story and the musical Assassins- both of which center around crime. The reason these four were chosen is because they are lovers and participators of the mystery genre. That's why Blanc likes them. Thats why they’re playing Among Us (as well as the fact that it was a popular game during Covid). That's why the directors picked them for the cameos. Its always been about the mystery!

[helveticablanc]

After a couple years of working with it, I'm happy to announce a second edition of Wormrōte! It's got about twice as much material as the first edition, plus some little bits of Wormsong lore. Enjoy!