#chouchou’s chats

[ibouchouchou]

trent yesterday thought quansah was like konate that would cover up for his laziness on the pitch. let’s be real, this isn’t trent’s first time (or last time) that he just strolls around the pitch instead of man marking the opponent. but guess who’s always there to protect him? ibou. it’s more obvious when we play against arsenal. ibou does the role of cb and rb often. however with the way arne structures his team trent does have a more defensive role instead of moving higher up the pitch and doing his crosses and stuff (i think that’s why ibou hasn’t had any muscle injuries yet so far bc he’s not being overworked) but yesterday he did what his former self does and it was just so annoying. he had a good first 20 minutes when he did his usual trent-esque pass and i was like wow. i posted about it. but after that his head wasn’t in the game. like i feel the way they’re dragging quansah on twitter should be the way they should drag trent too bc that second goal starts from trent’s defensive mistake. and then i heard immediately after the match he flew out to monaco to see his…idk what to call whatever he is in but let me say…girlfriend. like what? uhm helloooo we have a title to win??? football is your job, give your all first then start thinking of your girl after the game???? and trent if you wanna go to madrid so bad please say it now so i can start preparing my farewell post 💀

[kazvha]

No thoughts, just imagining a panicked Chamber racing to you after you called him to inform him that you got stood up. Even without seeing your face, he picked up how dejected you sounded.

You were so happy to finally meet the person you've been chatting with excitedly. Chamber knew everything about it; you didn't exactly spare any details when you talked your best friend's ear off. You speaking about your love life hurt him every time, he was fed up with hearing about random guys who caught your attention. Still, he didn't say anything about his lingering feelings for you. He just couldn't dismiss the beaming face you gave him after you thanked him for his continuous support.

So after getting that call from you, he dropped everything to get to your location as soon as possible. He didn't care that his shirt wasn't buttoned up properly or that his collar was crooked. His hair wasn't in its perfect state, wild single locks were hanging down his face instead. Even his expensive glasses were smudged.

He already noticed you from afar when he got there. A lonely figure standing on the porch of the restaurant that was supposed to be the location of your rendezvous. Chamber stopped his car in front of you.

Your head hung low, your eyes were strangely fixated on a muddy stain on one of your pretty shoes. You didn't move an inch, since you were one step from getting completely drenched in the pouring rain. Then you heard a car door open and close. Soon enough you also heard footsteps approaching you and the ground in front of you stopped raining. Customized white shoes entered your vision, white shoes that could only belong to one particular person. You raised your eyes. "Chamber."

He didn't even leave you time to make fun of his unkempt appearance, as his arms slung around your shoulders to give you a tight hug. He was sad that you had to experience this, but on the other hand, he was glad that maybe now he stood a chance. He felt bad about it and hid his face in your neck.

You didn't react or say anything, but your heart started pounding. You were grateful and didn't take it for granted that Chamber cared so much for you that he dropped everything to see you.

Chamber let you go and pressed out his unfiltered thoughts, "Honestly, I think you dodged a huge bullet here but still you don't deserve this."

"I thought this could have worked out. I mean we hit off immediately. He was so nice to me. I don't understand why he ghosted me... It's not my fault, is it? I'm not the weird one, right?"

"Okay, let's stop this train of thought right here. I saw your efforts. You tried to make it happen. And that jerk just played with your feelings."

"Hmm."

Chamber sensed that you weren't completely convinced but let the topic rest there. He'll convince you another time. "Je te souhaite seulement de bonnes choses. Tu sais que je ne supporte pas que tu souffres.*"

"What did you say?" You looked up to his face since you didn't catch the words he mumbled.

"Nothing mon chouchou*. Let us make the most out of the remaining evening?" He held out his hand which you tightly grasped. Like the gentleman he is, he made sure that you didn't get wet and opened the door for you. Warmth filled you as you stepped into his car.

"I prepared your favorite beverage for you. Want some?", Chamber lightly shaked the flask in his hand. You accepted his offer and let yourself sink down into your seat while occasionally sipping the warming beverage. "Thank you," you whispered, "Not only for the drink but for being here too..."

"Always, mon cœur*. Always."

* I only wish you good things. You know I can't bear you suffering.

* my darling

* my heart

[yippeeometer]

genuine fr*nch pet names to use on ur fr*nch states bc mon petit is boring

credentials: je suis french.....

mon chou/ chouchou- ...... french people are cwazy man this one literally means my cabbage. wy uses it one time w montana and it embarases him so badly he physically feels ill. he considers a divorce for months.

with big guys you say mon nounours- its like a teddy bear. think,,, arkansas.

obvi there mon chat for cat-like states, however i live in the comedy world where rado, in his many years of forgetting french language, says ma chatte frequently and loud (which uh.... doesnt mean cat). says it to an ne state and a second civil war almost starts.

mon raleur. any of ur particularly pissy states. liutch means 'complainer'. someone will use it to describe tx and he loses his shit. unfortunaly, its very true to his character.

mon gros. its like a way of saying bro but it means fat or big. very concerning for outsiders. loui finds it hilarious.

ma puce- my flea, which loui would absolutely use t descirbe flo. flo finds it instantly very attractive and sets about trying to cover himself in fleas to get the nickname to fit.

[k-looking-glass-house]

Rook Hunt french list of endearment nicknames

As the french I am maybe that would interest some people about your dear "Le chasseur de l'amour" vocabulary!! I will not ....translate those nicknames (I mean you can still ask me of course) as there are not equivalent one sometimes!! I would say just feel and vibe if some catch your mind~ I tried to classify them by their meaning You don't have to be in a romantic relationship for using those one (blame the french behavior as we are said to be flirty around the world....)

(gn)= gender neutral

(m)= male

(f)= female

Obviously you don't have to follow any gender orientation, it's just that french vocabulary have different names for gender (beside the world itself being male or female..)! Some words are gender specified but can also be used as gender neutral on some occasions!!

Let's go:

ma biche (f)/ bichette (f)/ mon biquet (m)/ mon bichon(m)

[ma poule (f/gn)/ mon poulet (m)]/ poulette (f)/ mon poussin (gn)/ poussinou (gn)

mon chat (gn TW: don't use the female word for cat (chatte) as it turns out to be vulgar here, just to let you know)/ mon chaton (gn)/ mon minet (m)

doudouce (gn/f)/ doudou (gn/m)/ dididou (gn)/ ma douce (f/gn)/ [ma dulcinée (f)/ mon dulciné (m)]

mon amour (gn)/ mon coeur (gn)/ mon petit coeur de beurre (gn)/ mamour gn)/ ma moitié (gn)

mon canard (gn/m)/ mon canari (gn)/ ma caille (gn/f)/ mon caneton (gn)

mon lapin (gn)/ lapinou (gn)/ 'pinou (gn)

chouchou (gn)/ mon chou (gn/m)/ choupette (f/gn)/ choupinette (f)

ma puce (gn/f)/ pupuce (f/gn)

mon sucre d'orge (gn), mon biscuit (gn), ma tagada (gn), mon nounours (gn)/ mon bonbon (gn)/ ma craquotte (gn)/ ma sucrette (f/gn)/ mon macaron (gn)

mon bijou (gn/f)/ ma perle (gn/f)/ mon trésor (gn)/ mon rayon de soleil (gn)/ lumière de ma vie (gn)

ma vie (gn..... this one...omg this one is used by the youngster here.... it makes them feel so deep....so adult ha ha)

[mon joli (m)/ ma jolie (f)]/ ma beauté (f/gn)

mon bouchon (gn)/ mon roudoudou (gn/m)/ mon bisounours (gn)

loulou (gn/m)

[mon chéri (m)/ ma chérie (f)]

ma muse (f/gn)/ [ma princesse (f)/ mon prince (m)]/ [mon bien-aimé (m)/ ma bien-aimée (f)]

ma colombe (f/n)/ ma tourterelle (f/gn)/ ma gazelle (f)

ma pomme d'amour (gn) SPECIAL POMEFIORE ONE for this one ha ha or reinette (f)

bébé (gn)/ bibou (gn)/ mon ange (gn)

[ma brune (f)/ mon brun (m)]/ beauté fatale (gn/f)/ nenette (f)

poupoune (f)/ poupo(u)nette (f)

chipie (f)/ ma loute (f/gn)/ [pitchou (m/gn)/ pichounette (f)]

pépette (f)/ poupette (f)/ pipou (m)

bout de chou (-> bout d'chou) (gn)/ mon trogon d'amour (m/gn)

mon étoile (gn)/ ma grenouille (gn)/ mon soleil (gn)/ ma crevette (gn: Literally shrimp)/ mon arc-en-ciel (gn)

And so many more... just ask me if you want some explanation on some! Or even more ha ha

Also for more cuteness and love you can add before:

mon petit (for male vocabulary french word not gender (yes...it's weird or hard for non french speaker))

ma petite (for female vocabulary word not gender)

Or ptit or 'tit (the cutest way to show your love and friendship with someone or when you're speaking to children)

exemple:

Mon 'tit chat

Petit bout de chou

Ma petite chipie -> verryyyy similar somehow to little trickster...well close enough for female gender oriented! It would be "fripon" for male gender oriented.

And you? In your native language?

I actually love to use "darling" with people I love around me!!

[suusoh]

Haha c’est pas grave, chérie ! French is a very romantic language, we all know. So, I believe that Johan (or Anna for that matter) might use this to catch off guard their Darling with French terms of endearment. They are multi-lingual after all. 

Alors, La Première Leçon: Termes d’Affection ! 

Mon Cher/ Ma Chére- My dear (we all know this, very classic)

Mon cœur - My heart (You consume them, you are their most vital organ.)

Mon beau/ Ma belle - My beautiful (perhaps too superficial for Johan and Anna, but you are the most beautiful thing they have ever seen, especially when you have tears in your eyes.)

Mon Chouchou - My pet, my sweet (derives from the term for cabbage or pastry, do not let that fool you ! It means you are so sweet and delicious they could devour you !) 

Mon lapin - My rabbit (you can run, but they will always find you.) 

Ma moitié - My half (this speaks for itself, no ? You complete them of course.) 

So Johan might say « It’s ok, mon petit lapin, you did so well planning your escape. Come lay here with me, I can tell you why you failed. »

anon... anon. why is it like I'm the one that got rizzed up here. are we- a-are we about to kiss? 😳?

BUT WAHHH THANK YOU ANON ALL OF THESE ARE SOOOO GOOD. LIKE SO DEAHTLY GOOD I CAN'T WAIT TO USE THESE THANK YOUUU!!!!

I think Johan would be an avid fan of mon cœur and mon chouchou!!! ah the mon chouchou one is so perfect!! As if I haven't written enough about johan just biting his darling's cheeks out of nowhere. His personal pastry.

" It’s ok, mon petit lapin, you did so well planning your escape. Come lay here with me, I can tell you why you failed. " SHITTT ANONN YOU ATE THAT. I GO INSANE OVER THAT SOFT YANDERE KINDA CHARACTERIZATION FOR HIM FHAJKSFHJ. NOT HIM ASKING YOU TO LAY WITH HIM IM CRYINGGGG THIS IS SO GOOD.

It's so infuriating because he'd think of you escaping him as an almost recreational activity for your benefit? Like he'd be leaving small "clues" and hints at times on concocting the perfect escape plan. Not that he genuinely wants you to escape, but he treats you escaping him as seriously as one would treat a cute bonding activity like solving a jigsaw puzzle together <3. Which makes you feel all the more insulted and somehow it feels demeaning in a way— not that he meant for it, he really does think it's a lighthearted activity— but he'd see how disheartened you'd feel ,that it's as if he's insulting your intellect then, he'd stop leaving game hints after or advice on how to plan a better escape. He doesn't mean to make you feel discouraged, he's just trying to be supportive of your favourite"past-time activity" :( he thought you knew that there would be no true escape and that you trying to escape is just a small way of having fun.

(and also it's his way of knowing if you'll start trying out new methods he won't expect. like let's say one day you genuinely vanish and were able to stay on the low for a few days, he'd be slightly wary after that, and just calmly make it sound like it's a light discussion so that you can have a friendly banter and chat about how you escaped him this time. That way he can take note and mentally catalogue it.)

"MON LAPIN" WITH ANNA THOUGH................ MUCH THOUGHTS. SO MUCH THOUGHTS TO LINGER ON ACTUALLY.......

I defnitely think Anna has a predator/prey kink. Unlike johan who reiterates that you will not escape him, I bet anna likes to actually make you believe you have a REAL chance at escaping every once in a while. Only because she finds it funny how crestfallen you'll be once you realise that your "serious" escape attempt wasn't even close at all, and that you only got that far because she let you. Though I will say as much as she admires your tears and almost genuine fear, if you choose to escape from her one day and she sees you laughing? smiling and almost having fun? and that you only ran out because you expected her to chase after you? She might just fall in love all over again.

[wolfsnape]

On vient de passer deux heures sur WhatsApp avec les collègues chouchous à s'échanger nos marques de thé préférées et on va s'organiser un petit goûter et s'échanger nos thés pour les tester et là, j'ai un autre collègue petit chat qui vient de me dire "je viens au CDI vendredi pour qu'on boive du thé et qu'on juge en papotant"

J'adore avoir 28 ans et des hobbies de mamie

[taintedbenevolence]

Yandere!Vanitas - General Headcanons + Scenario

MINORS DNI

Pairing: Yandere!Vanitas x Fem!Reader Theme: You've captured Vanitas's undivided attention, and at first, it's nothing more than a lighthearted, romanticized bond. Over time, though, you start to realize that his interest in you has far more serious connotations than you initially thought.

TW (Trigger Warnings): Unhealthy, obsessive/possessive behavior, manipulation, stalking, kidnapping, drugging, mentions of murder.

𓆩⟡𓆪 You were traveling to Paris alongside Noé in the same airship. The two of you were well acquainted with the time given to chat aboard.

𓆩⟡𓆪 You were also present when Amelia "confirmed" herself as a vampire. When she tried to latch onto you, Vanitas emerged from the window, pinning you to the ground instead of Amelia.

𓆩⟡𓆪 After a few seconds of staring, he shook his head, turning around. He then let you go, chasing after the curse-bearer as you ran away.

𓆩⟡𓆪 After disembarking the airship, you'd long since forgotten the raven-haired doctor, and you had by now settled in the Hôtel Chouchou, staying in a comfortable, spacious room.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Every week, a newspaper would be left on the doormat of your door to pick up. And usually, it was simply about vampires rampaging through the city. It might've been offputting, but you shrugged it off, hoping the "Chasseurs" would deal with it.

𓆩⟡𓆪 However, this time around, it was about a blue glow seen in a building not far from the hotel you resided in. Reports said traces of vampires remained there and a certain grimoire had been spotted.

𓆩⟡𓆪 You turned around the page, and you saw a white piece of paper, that contained a signature. Dante, it read. Apparently, this "Dante" had left you this piece.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Upon exiting the hotel, a redhead called you, and he introduced himself as Dante, the one who left you the piece of paper that morning.

𓆩⟡𓆪 The two of you talked for a while, and he left eventually, leaving you with the message that you should be careful and that he suggested you go to the hotel early before sundown given the recent vampire surges.

𓆩⟡𓆪 You decided to accept his advice, and things went rather normal for about a week or two, the vampire attacks diminishing slightly over the course of said time.

𓆩⟡𓆪 One night, however, you had exited late from a meeting in a particular estate. Due to business affairs, you'd come to deal with a couple of matters elsewhere, and you had to stay far from the hotel you'd go to early before it was dark.

𓆩⟡𓆪 You were walking through the streets when a velvet fog started to surround you, a deep, low growl filling the ambiance. Holding your bag close to your chest, you trudged forward carefully, letting out a scream when a dark, fanged creature lunged towards you.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Now, this had marked the second time a vampire had attempted to bite you—a curse bearer no less. You were sure that you were not escaping this time, and you'd most likely die. You closed your eyes, heart racing, a part of you hoping you'd live.

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Your footsteps were light and quick, beads of sweat running down your face. It was unusually quiet, more so than it normally was, and it was growing to be unsettling by the minute with the fog that crept upon the floor tiles that you walked on.

Lamposts' lights flickered on occasion, adding to the eerieness of your current position. Nevertheless, your face remained calm and poised, your breaths quiet and paced. The only unnerving sounds in the ambiance were occasional, deep growls that came from an unknown source.

It sounded almost like said growls belonged to an animal, but, you highly doubted such growls would be heard in a city district of all places. Still, you could only walk forth, looking back a few times to make sure nothing was following you.

It was when you bumped into a ruffled, soft figure that you looked up, meeting the burning gaze of what you could only identify as a vampire. A curse-bearer. It horrified you. A nervous laugh left your lips, your eyes rather.. wide, as you stepped back slowly, a chill running down your spine.

You gulped, making a run for it, your arm being tightly grasped as you writhed, your effort being in vain as you felt the teeth of the vampire begin to graze your skin. You closed your eyes, tears beginning to prick the corners of your eyes.

But the pain doesn't come. Not the physical one, anyways.

You feel a sudden push, and an all-consuming blue light surrounds the area as the vampire hisses, most likely not content now that its prey has escaped. You manage to see a tall man dressed in black, and—

Wait.

Something is.. oddly familiar about this individual. Taking a closer look, you remember back when you were on the airship, and this same individual had broken in through the observation gallery.

"Remember me, darling?"

Not long after, the vampire seems to have been cured and it's passed out. The man turns over to you, a smirk on his face as he kneels down to your fallen figure. "I suppose it's time for proper introductions, no?"

You're bewildered by this man's actions. He has his gloved hand extended, and you reluctantly take it as you stare. "You.. you were the one who broke in through the gallery in the airship!" you exclaim, and the man covers your mouth with his gloved hand.

"It's a bit late, mademoiselle, I'd recommend you lower your voice," he says, his index finger over his lips as a signal to tell you to be quiet. "And please, don't mention that. Standing behind prison bars once is enough of an unpleasant experience."

You furrow your brows as you fix up your pea coat that's been adjusted, and you let out a sigh. "So, who exactly are you?" you ask with an accusatory tone. The man flashes a bright smile as he chuckles. "My name is Vanitas—I'm a doctor specializing in vampires."

A doctor specializing in vampires..?

"...Alright then," you respond, shaking the doctor's hand. "What about you? You seem like a modest woman," Vanitas asks, smiling gently at you. "Y/N. Y/N L/N," you answer. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"If I may ask, what's a fine lady like yourself doing out at these hours?" the doctor asks, walking with you aimlessly around the city. "To put it simply, I had business affairs, leading me a bit further than I usually go. I left late," you answered.

"I see," Vanitas hums. "Do you fancy a cup of coffee, then?" he says, smiling. You nod, smiling. "How about we keep talking for a while and I then walk you back to your hotel?" the doctor invites. "Sure," you accept, complying with the raven-haired male.

The two of you form mundane chatter along the way to a nearby café shop, where you're able to (luckily) find yourselves a seat together. "Late-night couple walks?" the waiter asks, and you shake your head rapidly, a red hue tainting your face. "No, we've only just met."

Vanitas laughs, as he pokes your shoulder. "That's what they all say, don't they?" he muses, delighted as you face-palm in embarrassment. "What can I get for you two, then?" the waiter interrupts, smiling.

"Just a cup of coffee," you say, a smile curving your lips. "Make that two," Vanitas adds, the waiter nodding as he walks away with the small notepad in hand. You sigh, stretching as you feel the evening breeze pass by.

"Are you liking Paris, Y/N?" the doctor asks, as you snap your head in his direction, facing him. "It's lovely, I'd say," you answer. "I've never been here, but, smooth sailing so far." The doctor nods, and he turns in the direction of the streets, his eyes focused on the sky.

Soon enough, the waiter returns with both of your cups of coffee, and you murmur thanks, the waiter leaving the two of you in peace. "You like the stars?" you ask, taking a sip from your coffee. Vanitas shakes his head, smiling.

"It's not the stars I'm looking at," he muses, sighing lightly. "The moon.. that's what stands out to me." You stare as if lost in a daze. "The moon...?" you murmur. "That brings to question, Y/N," Vanitas begins.

"Have you ever heard the tale of the Vampire of the Blue Moon?"

You slowly tilt your head. "Doesn't.. ring a bell," you answer. "I'll do you a favor and retell you the story then," the doctor says. "Retell?" you interrupt. "That vampire—Noé Archiviste—was on the same airship you boarded, was he not?" Vanitas says.

He was a vampire?...

"He was searching for my grimoire, and he even took the time to tell the story about my past's origins in a dramatic way," he states. "I'd applaud him for the effort—it made my entrance far more enigmatically ornamented."

"How come I've never heard about it, though?" you asked. "Don't ask me, you had your head in the clouds. Maybe you saw something you liked," Vanitas stated, smirking. "Like me."

"I don't love you, we've only just met a few moments prior," you said, shifting uncomfortably. "I barely even know you." Vanitas then chuckled, taking a sip from his coffee, facing you. His blue eyes shone bright, and his expression took a malevolent contortion. He laughed, a dark smirk adorning his expression.

"You may not know me, but darling, I know you far too well."

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𓆩⟡𓆪 A part of you hopes he's joking when he says that, but you know it's not likely. You try to brush it off as him being a flirt or such as you continue talking throughout the night until you both finish your coffee.

𓆩⟡𓆪 As agreed upon, Vanitas guides you to your hotel, happy to tell you that he also has a room within the Hôtel Chouchou. You then bid him good night, and head to sleep after a long shower.

𓆩⟡𓆪 But he doesn't go to sleep. He's.. entranced. This isn't like Jeanne, he thinks. He believes fully this time without any sort of lie or deception that you are the one for him.

𓆩⟡𓆪 And so he opens his window, climbing out, and silently treading upon the roof until he finds your room from the outside. His blue eyes scan your sleeping form entirely as he descends slowly and carefully.

𓆩⟡𓆪 He opens your window, making no noise, seeing your chest rise up and down rhythmically as you breathe silently, your eyes shut tight. He looks at you and god does he think he's finally seen an angel.

𓆩⟡𓆪 However, he knows that something about the way he feels.. isn't exactly right. It doesn't seem healthy but to him? He really couldn't care less right now. He's got a newly found plaything to toy with, he's not letting you go.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Now, Vanitas isn't one to fall in love with just about anyone—and this would also apply to your case, because he knows that truthfully, he's not in love, he's obsessed and he loves it despite being painfully aware of how unhealthy this could be for both you and him.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Yet he's willing to throw everything away for a mere desire that festered in his heart. He feels like a heart-struck lunatic, but he revels in that fact. At least, the dark crevices of his mind and heart does.

𓆩⟡𓆪 The next day, you find him delivering you some breakfast though he's merely been watching you sleep since last night. You find it a bit strange, but he says he's just doing both you and the others a favor.

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"Vanitas...?" you murmur, yawning. "What are you doing in my room?" The vampire doctor smiles at you as he hands you a plate with food. "I'm doing you a favor." You blink twice, before slowly turning down to look at the food on your plate.

Vanitas hands you silverware, smiling at you. "Eat up," he says, nudging your shoulder. You look at the omelet served on your plate, and you hear a small rumble from your stomach. "That's your cue," Vanitas chuckles, as he reaches for his coat he'd left overnight to not be overly clothed whilst he observed you.

It was a better (and fresher) option to take off his coat throughout his.. "visit." He fiddled with his gloved fingers, happy to see you'd chowed down what he'd prepared. "I take it you liked it, huh?" the doctor said, walking over to you. "It tastes great," you said. "Thank you for doing this."

Vanitas only chuckled, taking your plate. "Don't mention it," he said, leaving it in a nearby sink. "Do you want to go outside for a walk?" You tilt your head, a smile forming on your lips. "Are you asking me out?" you laugh. "Do you accept my invitation is the question," Vanitas responds. "But it can be a date if that's what you want."

You shake your head, laughing. "I was merely joking," you reply. "But that's alright with me, I'll be out in a minute." The doctor nods slowly, before leaving you to your own devices. You then change, going outside and meeting up with Vanitas.

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𓆩⟡𓆪 And it turns out to be like this every day; you wake up, Vanitas treats you to breakfast, casually asks you out, and the two of you spend time together.

𓆩⟡𓆪 After a week of doing this, it's practically become routine, yet you know you have to say goodbye to this. You took a trip to Paris. You aren't staying, you have to return to where you came from.

𓆩⟡𓆪 You made good friends with Vanitas, but you think it's about time you bid him goodbye. You see Noé's been wandering around with Vanitas, so you also take the opportunity to talk to him shortly before leaving.

𓆩⟡𓆪 You then finally present the matter to the vampire doctor.

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"Vanitas," you start, gaining the attention from the raven-haired doctor. "Yes?" he replies, tilting his head whilst the two of you walk through a district. "There's something I want to tell you," you say with your usual tone.

A strange filling instills inside of Vanitas, as if something's not exactly right about this notice. "Well then," he begins absentmindedly. "Out with it." You purse your lips, before relaxing, letting out a sigh.

"I'm leaving Paris, and well, France as a whole," you stated, Vanitas's breath hitching. "May I know why so suddenly?" he asks, attempting to put over a lax, calm facade. "I didn't wish to dampen our previous outings, so, I thought I'd mention it before I leave," you answer, scratching the back of your neck.

Vanitas sighed. "Well then," he begins. "You should make the most of your day. When do you depart?" You chuckle lightly before answering his question. "I leave at the strike of midnight." The doctor nods before stretching out his arms, yawning slightly.

"Then may I have one last date with you?" he asks, his eyes half-lidded but still somewhat content. You laugh bitterly, a wry smile etched on your face. "If that's what you want," you say. "I'll happily comply."

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𓆩⟡𓆪 Vanitas is not happy you're leaving. You can't do this. Not to him. Not when you've progressed this far. He refuses to accept such a reality.

𓆩⟡𓆪 After all, he's been following, observing, and protecting you every day after the airship, making sure not a single person or vampire lays a hand on your perfect, frail body. It can't all be for naught.

𓆩⟡𓆪 He has to figure out a way to make you stay, either by persuasion, dissuasion, or coercion. He will find a way, but, he doesn't have a lot of time, and he also has to entertain you simultaneously to keep your head busy.

𓆩⟡𓆪 He has to think, and fast. Time is ticking, and it will run out soon. However, he also realizes: isn't it just easier to invite you over and lock you in his dormitory? Though he recognizes you're at least smart enough to not fall into that one.

𓆩⟡𓆪 He's been busy thinking whilst you walk through Paris with him, seeing the remaining sights on this last day. He really hopes you don't ask him what's on his mind; he wouldn't want to lie to his beloved, even if it's not beneath him to.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Thankfully, though, the day manages to pass by without any questions, and the two of you return to the Hôtel Chouchou. You decide to start packing your bags, and Vanitas nods, leaving you to your own devices.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Not long after you've finished packing your bags, lights begin to flicker. Seconds later, a power outage occurs, and you try to find your way out, a strange feeling creeping up in you as you hear unmatched footsteps.

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Thud

The noise of someone falling down onto your floor suddenly causes you to turn around, dread filling you as you try to look around, seeing nothing but darkness. Specks of blue are scattered around, and you're lost, looking around.

" Y/N ... ? "

And it's the sound of your name being called in such a familiar tone that has you slightly unnerved yet calm. It sounds so similar to one you've heard before, but it's a voice of one you can't quite place.

Yet it's not enough time for you to think before wires and ropes bind you, a scream emitting from you as a soft cloth is pressed onto your mouth. You feel yourself start to slip as you cough, your consciousness slowly draining.

You stumble, your assailant holding you, preventing you from falling as the lights flicker back on. You can now see the black glove that you know so well holding you together, but before you get to say anything, the doctor silences you.

"It's alright," he murmurs into your ear, the sound of your heartbeat pulsing fast echoing through your head. "You're safe now." And you pray to god that you are because you want to run free.

You can only muster out the doctor's name, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you choke on your sobs. He hears you beg, plead, even if muffled, but you stop midway, as you hear yourself drop.

"I'm sorry, my love," the doctor whispers, as he wipes away the tears that roll down your puffed cheeks. He buries his face in your neck, his eyes glowing a bright blue that make the only light in your dim room.

"But this.. is for the best," he finishes, carrying your unconscious, but alive body out the window, the glow of the blue, full moon shining down on the two of you. He smiles at you, seeing your calm, peaceful expression. He sighs bitterly, but his smile betrays his anguish.

"If only you could see the beautiful moon that stands upon this glamorous night..."

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[pompadourpink]

Les virelangues

Seize chaises sèchent - Sixteen chairs are drying

Le petit chat chassait les souris qui sont sous les coussins - The little cat chased the mice that are under the cushions

Didon dîna dit-t-on du dos dodu d’un dodu dindon - Dido dined, or so they say, on the plump back of a plump turkey 

Si six scies scient six cyprès, six scies scient six cyprès - If six saws saw six cypresses, six saws saw six cypresses

Choisis 600 chouchous et si ces 600 chouchous sont chouettes, choisis-en 600 autres - Choose 600 scrunchies and if those 600 scrunchies are nice, choose 600 more

Piano, panier, panier, piano - piano, basket, basket, piano

Un pâtissier qui pâtissait chez un tapissier qui tapissait, demanda un jour au tapissier qui tapissait : vaut-il mieux pâtisser chez un tapissier qui tapisse ou tapisser chez un pâtissier qui pâtisse ? - A pastry chef who was baking at an upholsterer who upholstered's once asked the upholsterer who upholstered: Is it better to bake for an upholsterer who upholders or to uphold for a pastry chef who bakes?

Les chaussettes de l'archiduchesse sont-elles sèches ou archisèches ? - Are the archduchess's socks dry or very dry?

Tu t'entêtes à tout tenter, tu t'uses et tu te tues à tant t'entêter - You persist in trying everything, you wear yourself out and kill yourself by being so stubborn

Trois ogres ocre griment trois autres ogres d’encre ocre - Three ochre ogres scratch three other ogres with ochre ink

Trois tristes tigres trônaient dans un arbre qui trônait au milieu d'un trianon - Three sad tigers were seated in a tree that was seated in the middle of a trianon

Ah ! pourquoi Pépita, sans répit, m'épies-tu ? Dans les bois Pépita, pourquoi te tapis-tu ? Tu m'épies sans pitié, c'est piteux de m'épier ! - Ah, why do you spy on me, Pepita, without respite? In the woods, Pepita, why do you lurk? You spy on me without mercy, it's pitiful to spy on me!

Un chasseur sachant chasser sans son chien est un chasseur qui chasse sans chien mais qui chasse quand même - A hunter who knows how to hunt without his dog is a hunter who hunts without a dog but who still hunts

Si vous voulez vous venger, rendez-vous vite - If you want to get revenge, surrender quickly

Douze douches douces - Twelve sweet showers

Je veux et j'exige les joyaux de ces jolis et joyeux oiseaux jasant - I want and demand the gems of these pretty and cheerful chattering birds 

Étant sorti sans parapluie, il m'eût plus plu qu'il plût plus tôt - Having gone out without an umbrella, I would have liked it better if it had rained earlier

Satan montant des cendres s’attend à descendre mon thé. Sentant mon thé, je monte. Satan m’entendant monter, redescend cendres et mon thé, mais Satan s’étend, et cendres et mon thé descendent - Satan rising from the ashes expects to down my tea. Smelling my tea, I go upstairs. Satan hearing me coming upstairs, brings down ashes and my tea, but Satan extends, and ashes and my tea come down

Fait faire à Fabien fourbe et fautif force farces fausses et fantasques - Makes the deceitful and faulty Fabien play many false and fantastic pranks

Le cri du cygne qui crissait dans le cristal des cris d'oiseaux qui crissaient - The cry of the swan that was screeching in the crystal of the cries of birds that were screeching

Seize jacinthes jaunes sèchent dans seize sachets sales - Sixteen yellow hyacinths are drying in sixteen dirty bags

Un généreux déjeuner régénérerait des généraux dégénérés - A generous lunch would regenerate degenerate generals

Le chaton qui chassait le chat qui chassait la souris qui chassait le rat qui mangeait du fromage - The kitten who chased the cat who chased the mouse who chased the rat who ate cheese

Movie: Les demoiselle de Rochefort - Jacques Demy, 1967

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[uneessencesensible]

Je me demandais pourquoi je me sentais mal ce soir. J'ai pensé à toi hier, mais avec le travail, je n'ai fait pas le rapprochement avec ton départ. C'est en me posant dans le lit, en pensant à mon tatouage du petit chat ailé que j'ai capté, et depuis ... Les larmes ne font que couler. J'ai mal, comme je n'aurai pas pensé. Tu étais un membre de la famille. Le bébé de la maison. Le chouchou, le mien. Notre relation était tellement fusionnelle. Je n'ai même pas les mots pour décrire à quel point on s'adorait. Tu étais un amour. D'une douceur sans égale. Fidèle à tout épreuve. Tu venais sans cesse dans mes bras, tu venais te coucher tout contre moi des que tu en avais l'occasion. Tu te collais tellement que je me demandais si tu ne voulais pas fusionner avec moi, c'est pour dire. J'aurai aimé être là, le jour de ton départ, mais comment aurai-je pu ? Je n'étais pas au courant de ce départ si brutal. Sinon, je serai venue te dire au revoir. J'espère que tu n'as pas cru que je t'avais abandonné. Loin de la tu sais. Même si c'était une épreuve douloureuse, je serai venue l'affronter avec toi.

Le sommeil va être dur à trouver, mais la fatigue me guette alors, je compte sur elle pour m'envoyer dans les bras de Morphée.

Demain, je lèverai un verre pour toi.

Parce que tu étais mon meilleur ami.

11.11.23 ©

[bazdmegklute]

Chouchou est parti au Paradis des chats 💔

[ibouchouchou]

sometimes i actually sit down and think about the kind of money these footballers make and i’m just in awe. like i’m watching lyes talk about rashford’s wages and the man makes over 300 THOUSAND POUNDS in SEVEN DAYS. bruh some people will never see that money in their lives and man is making that money in a week 😭 mind you he’s playing badly atm (well for over a year now) and still getting paid that much week in week out. that’s over 15.6 million a year??? i see why so many women wanna trap them with babies

but fr it’s insane!!! and isn’t there a barca player being paid 600k a week (and that’s one of the reasons why the club is so broke rn?) chile 💀 God me next please

[poesieig]

2023-10-31 Les mains tachées Les DMs cochonnés

j'ai des cicatrices partout les mains tachées | c'est peut-être le chat ou des paper cut | je saurais pas dire ça me laisse indifférent | peut-être qu'elle avait le cancer peut-être qu'elle le disait pas

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un nouveau bootleg de Leloup est apparu tel le Sauveur, inattendu | ça a mis du baume le temps que j'me remette aux chaudrons | mais les taches aussi apparaissent subites et inattendues comme on dit, à ma job | c'est même pas des lignes fines c'est des p'tits carrés tous cochonnés

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ça m'a manqué d'écrire comme l'inspiration m'a manqué | mais j'ai repris l'écriture de quelques rêves quand le setting est cool pis que j'ai peur | | | autrement je trouve ça fake en tabarnak je suis admin d'un Discord rempli d'Européens pis une fille du Québec y'a pas grand monde avec qui j'irais prendre une bière tranquille mais ça occupe tout mon temps quand personne d'autre ne me parle | personne ne me parle c'est pas plus mal

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mais j'trouve quand même le temps de sortir faire rire ma partner de bureau en m'habillant en Tina Belcher | trouver l'excitation de retrouver la gang de Sex Education, saison 4 et m'ennuyer de Lily, de ses space fantasies mais quand même être flabergasté par les wow de Ruby Matthews | ben oui, c'est ça, sue me, j'aime les totons cancel me, un de plus un de moins | je root quand même plus pour Adam que pour n'importe quel autre personnage de la série

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I miss being shocked au point de fixer mon écran pendant deux heures straight comme j'viens de faire, en réécoutant The Exorcist pour la première fois depuis genre 1999/2001 | I miss voir du contenu de qualité sans jouer les héros du quotidien en saupoudrant à tous vents des they/them | get me wowed by something else than huge knockers

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où sont mes copains du secondaire? Vacherot, Duplessis, Barbacki, Robillard, Lormeus on a tous tourné le dos à fucking Brébeuf avec raison gang de gnochons | mais c'est comme mes mains j'ai beau ignorer les taches les cicatrices sont là c'est moi | mes coordonnées sont à jour mon profil est pas caché du public vous pouviez pas me contacter? | bullshit vous vouliez pas me contacter speak the truth

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j'écoute pour la millième fois la musique de All About Lily Chouchou | j'espère un jour pouvoir dire à Laurianne l'impact que ce film a eu sur moi à quel point il m'accompagne toujours depuis 20 ans | | je fais pas l' Arabesque mais je l'écoute je la ressens je l'aime

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J'suis pas sûr d'être encore à la bonne page j'ai pas mal quitté le groupe des Geek même si je les aime, mais les fautes de français, j'suis plus capable | | | j'ai pas mal quitté la fille que je fréquentais même si je l'aime mais quand les tatouages prennent tout la place surtout dans face moi j'prends mon bord

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j't'aime pu, Instagram les images de mes amies ont laissé la place à de la publicité pis des débats qui ne m'allument plus du tout | j'veux moins de plantes pis plus de tresses et de fur boots | j'suis du passé j'ai plus de dignité | j'ai toujours pas répondu à la lettre de mon amie reçu en janvier dernier parce que j'sais plus quoi dire | j'ai perdu espoir de faire rire j'me contente de nourrir mon chat et regarder mes mains dépérir | j'suis sans avenir

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©Jean Derome Mardi 31 octobre 2022, 23h50

[ilovestilettos]

{𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀?} Soirée Balanchine à Garnier: "Ballet impérial" suivi de "Who cares?". Du néo-classique des années 40, puis du music-hall des années 70, le grand art de Balanchine. J'avoue, j'ai trouvé "Ballet impérial" très joli, mais un peu chiant. Un peu comme la cour impériale autrichienne sous Francois-Joseph (𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘚𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪). C'est la Russie l'inspiration, mais je préfère les Autrichiens. Malgré tout, Audric Bézard et Heloise Bourdon en empereur et impératrice étaient parfaits, et Bianca Scudamore pétillante et élégante, comme toujours. Dans l'exercice de l'hommage à Petipa, je préfère l'approche de Noureev. Le clou de la soirée c'était "Who cares?", merveille de ballet, comédie musicale et revue de music hall mise en musique par Gershwin. Sublime, sublime, sublime. J'espère que ce n'est pas qu'un masque et que les danseuses et danseurs prennent vraiment le plaisir qu'ils affichent en dansant. Les sourires sont gigantesques, les visages rayonnent, c'est beau! Sur scène c'est un festival des chouchous: l'élégant Florent Melac et ses gestes dont j'adore l'amplitude gracieuse ; Hannah O'Neill coquine, joyeuse et sublime en rouge ; Laura Hecquet qui est comme les chats: liquide, fluide, elle n'a pas le même nombre d'articulations que nous pauvres humains, quel bonheur de la voir évoluer dans ce ballet; Mathieu Ganio, charmant et séduisant en diable (𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘴 3 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘯 𝘮ê𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘴 𝘤𝘦 𝘯'𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘷𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘴 𝘴é𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘶𝘹!), totalement irrésistible dans son duo avec Ludmila Pagliero, toute en élégance gracieuse et enlevée. Un bonheur de voir cette magnifique troupe dans un ballet si joyeux. Je crois que cela se danse au guichet fermé, mais surveillez, mettez des alertes, parce que vraiment ce spectacle est une bouffée de bonne humeur. #operanationaldeparis #paris #operadeparis #ballet #laplusbelletroupedumonde #balanchine #whocares #balletimperial #ipreview via @preview.app (à Palais Garnier) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpR23L5MeNS/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[jefrozyul]

Quebec live matter: Rolling Stone blasphème Céline Dion.

Dans ce petit soit disant peuple qu'est le Québec, il y a deux choses que cette marre aux frogs vénère: Le Canadiens de Montréal et... Céline Dion.

Cela nous est sorti tout droit d'un mauvais soap opéra, l'épisode se résume que l'entreprise Rolling Stone se soit mis dans l'eau chaude à cause d'un rikiki détail dans une publication et déclenche des manifestations.

Mais cette impression de mauvais soap opéra est la réalité, il y a rien de plus déshumanisant que de voir des frogs et l'international en pleurniche contre le fait que d'une de nos légendes de la musique canadienne soit exclut d'un palmarès des 200 chanteurs et chanteuses de tout les temps selon Rolling Stone.

Céline ou rien

Suis-je le à penser ça que Céline Dion est victime d'un acharnement de trop?

J'ai un grand respect pour Céline Dion mais j'ai mes critiques en réserve comme celle sur son attention médiatique abusif au Québec. Il est vrai que touts grands artistes occupent une importante place dans l'espace médiatique mais certains médias québécois sont communautariste et doivent véhicule des nouvelles selon ce qui est validé par le petit peuple.

Les moindres critiques sur Céline Dion, comme celle que j'ai faite, pourraient nous valoir cher comme si on avait blasphémé la vierge Marie ou encore noyer des chats pour accommoder les laïcs.

Fuck all!

Qu'est-ce qu'on en a faire de ce top 200 en question avec ou sans Céline Dion?

Parfois je me demandes si ce n'est pas le public qui est pourri gâté au lieu des artistes? Il croit que les cérémonies ou encore les magasines ne doivent que sur les chouchous du public.

La manifestation des "Red Heads" devant les locaux du magasine Rolling Stone est le pure exemple du sentiment pourri gâté que ressent le public de la chanteuse canadienne. Ridicule, mais le ridiculissime est à son sommet lorsque qu'on apprend qu'elle est mené et encouragé pour Julie Snyder soit disant une animatrice qui pense être amie avec Céline alors que c'est juste une "has been" de nos jours.

C'est comme ceux et celles qui se plaignent que The Weeknd est snobé par les Grammys depuis After Hours alors qu'aux Junos il a remporté 5 statuettes en 2021. On s'entend que c'est le public qui rêve de ça alors que les artistes ont rien demandé et même pas un seul tollé.

C'est Rolling Stone qui va me dire qui sont les meilleurs artistes de tout les temps et l'histoire en sait plus que ce magasine!

[xoteajays]

@supermarine-silvally jakki’s name is probably the most versatile in terms of symbolism tbh (and maybe my fav tho i do love koi and fi’s too). jakki coming from both ‘jack of all trades’ and jackknives. and both of original surname (lock) and new surname (flint) coming from flintlock, which is also her chosen firearm!

nami (and alvida) is getting my gay ass wlw treatment of ‘i see a pretty girl, she should have a cute gf’ (see also: jo from supernatural and wednesday addams aghddkl)

@auxiliarydetective my askbox and messages are also always open to chat, i’m just awkward and can’t message first! i’m slowly getting into the anime, like 10-episodes-in slowly agdhdjdl. on one hand, i like the changes for the la, but on the other, chouchou 🥺

i’m also tentatively developing a more anime-based oc (tho still probably using the live action fcs because it’s easier than editing animation in the long run). still gotta figure out a name tho.

Apologies for barging in like this but aaahhh fellow One Piece swordswoman OC!!! Jakki is very cool askfjsjdjsjd and your edits are so gorgeous okhaveanicedaybye

no need to apologise!! i’ve seen your oc in the fyeah tag but i’m too awkward to ever approach first ahsjdkdl, but she looks super cool too!!

i have got so much to say about jakki but haven’t had the chance or written it all down yet. but she’s my girl! sword girl who is also gun girl and also like so many other things. also i’m lowkey obsessing over her nickname being ‘jakki of all trades’.

[merakiui]

Mera! Look at what I found on Pinterest! Since you spoke a little about the Housewardens as idols + Rollo!

OMG HE'S BEAUTIFUL!!!!!! OTL the pink nails, the outfit, the makeup AAAAAA!!!!! I would do anything for him. <3

Rollo definitely began his career by making covers and posting them online. Unlike the Housewardens, who trained intensely ever since they were very young to make it to where they are today, Rollo started in the cramped space of his closet (the only place with semi-decent acoustics) and a horrible microphone. T_T he learns as he goes, so his early covers are quite rough. But years later he has amassed a large online following and now has a proper, soundproofed space and high-quality equipment for singing and recording. He's been faceless ever since he started covering songs, so no one's ever seen what he looks like.

Rollo actually got into singing to cope with the loss of his little brother. When he starts making his own original music, he dedicates every song to his brother. He's actually quite private about his life outside of music. In fact, making music isn't his full-time job. He works at a flower shop making arrangements for events and holidays. Occasionally, he'll work in the attached greenhouse. He's quite knowledgeable on flowers and his floral arrangements are so beautiful and meaningful.

When one of the Housewardens discovers his channel and has his manager contact him, Rollo is introduced to you. Apparently, the Housewarden who found his channel enjoys his voice and wants to meet to discuss a potential collaboration, and since you manage him (along with the others) you're in charge of planning everything. Rollo has never revealed his face to anyone before and he's always been content remaining faceless. After all, he doesn't care much for the flashy lifestyle mainstream idols live. He likes his quiet florist job and comfortable music production schedule because both professions don't come with the insane amounts of paparazzi and publicity that idols like the Housewardens get. But you've been so kind while communicating with him, and he's found your social media after some digging. You're very cute. He'll consider your offer, if only to meet you and get to know you more.