#i wanted to draw a baguette and write this is not a baguette on it instead but i dont know french

[corpsoir]

WELL HI OK. if you would like to draw avdol with his chickens maybe. that would be really awesome 👍

they join him and polnareff for breakfast every day

bonus french thing:

[radioisntdead]

alastor x sleepy Reader? Thank u ^_^

Good evening my dear! No idea what you wanted so I'm going with headcanons!

Sleepy reader headcanons

Warnings: none other then The reader has wings because in my sleep deprived brain think being wrapped with wings is just so cozy and warm, also bat coded, I am writing this while sleep deprived because I got motivation for some reason, this is short also this is bordering on chaotic.

Both you and Alastor have horrible sleeping habits, but whereas he stays up for multiple days in a row then crashes horribly you take power naps, like five minute "naps" throughout the day in random places

like in my other sleepy reader headcanons [I think??] Reader takes cat naps in weird spaces, I imagine you sleep upside down like a bat, [unrelated but hear me out on a bat reader, like is that NOT ADORABLE]

Lil' adorable creature of the night. This is just me spreading bat propaganda, bat-ganda I swear if bat-ganda is an actual word that doesn't mean something with literal bats I'm biting someone chomp chomp bith

Anyways, Alastor often finds you sleeping hanging upside down on the chandelier, door frames, anything that dangles,

I imagine you've probably slipped a few times and he's had to catch you because high place and it'd be such a shame for his favorite you, to get injured!

I imagine you have a tendency to fall asleep on him.

Dude has definitely moved out of the way as you toppled over asleep causing you to fall on the floor.

He finds it hilarious.

Sometimes he'll let you snooze on his shoulder or lap especially during broadcasts.

I imagine when Alastor inevitably crashes from sleep exhaustion you take the chance to get proper sleep,

You have a built-in blanket, it's the wings.

Either you wrap both you and Alastor in your wings like a joint cocoon, or he just straight up has one of your wings over him like a blanket as y'all nap.

I can't draw Alastor, stupid haircut deer man

I imagine since Alastor hates being touched by the majority of people, you're in the very short list of people that are allowed to touch him, that bring said I hope you wake up before him in the wing cocoon because if not broski is just trapped there, as snug as a bug in a rug, or as snug as a deer in a wing cocoon.

I imagine the wing cocoon is warm but not melty warm like hot chocolate warm.

Very nice place to nap, wings comfy.

Good evening folks! Hope you enjoyed, someone KNOCK ME OUT WITH A BAGUETTE PLEASE, as per usual thank you for tuning on in!

[quibbs126]

Can you do a Baguette x Coffee Candy fankid if you havent already?

Sorry for the kind of terrible rough sketch, but I’ve finished with Coffee Bun Cookie

Alright, let’s see about her character

She doesn’t work in the TBD like her parents, but she does still have to deal with a lot of paperwork and office spaces

One thing I’m aware of is that the TBD is supposed to be a secret, people aren’t supposed to know it exists outside of those who work there, probably because they deal with time travel. So the idea was that Coffee Bun (and likely other TBD kids, aside from maybe String Gummy ones) wouldn’t be part of it. Though I’m not really sure what she does know of it, considering both of her parents work there

I’m gonna be honest, I’m not too sure how to approach that question, because Ovenbreak doesn’t give us an answer as to how much TBD family members, would know about their jobs, because it isn’t necessary for us to know. And it becomes even more pressing of a question when you’re making a kid for at least one of them, someone who should probably know what their parent does for a living. And it’s made even worse in this scenario because both of Coffee Bun’s parents work in the TBD. So what do they tell her? Does this fly under the radar for her, and if so, how? This isn’t an answer the game gives me because none of characters there are parents, and so it isn’t necessary, and probably won’t be

I don’t know, maybe Baguette retired after Coffee Candy made manager, and she was Coffee Bun’s stay at home mom

Also sorry, getting back to Coffee Bun now, I just had to get that out of my system

So Coffee Bun works a normal office job, though she has a bit of a passion for drawing, and has had a long standing habit of doodling on papers. She considers it more of a hobby and doesn’t really think she can make a career out of it though, so it mostly goes unnoticed. Her parents did try to encourage her to maybe pursue it further when she was younger, because she has talent, but she insisted it’s not that big enough of a deal to her

And if I’m being honest, that’s about all I have on her. I really don’t have much on her character. I made up the office job thing right now as I’m writing, because I didn’t have anything for her other than being paper related, since I drew her holding paper. I’m not really even sure an office job fits her design, she looks to me like more of an artist, nothing about her screams “office worker”. Maybe in current day it is something she wants to pursue a bit more, but she still needs money, so she sticks with her regular job

Maybe I’ll rework the character description later, I don’t know

Anyways, on to the design I suppose

So her name is based off of these coffee buns, which I got as a suggestion. She’s called that because it is bread (I think) and contains coffee

Coffee bun:

Okay, if you couldn’t tell earlier, I’m just gonna say it here, I didn’t really know what I was doing with Coffee Bun

I made her rough sketch ages ago, and I quite liked it, I just…never really knew what to do with her. I kind of just made something up here because I thought “why not finish her now?”

Also personally, I’m dissatisfied with her outfit. I didn’t know what to do with it, and she’s kind of just wearing something generic, which is a far cry from her parents’ distinctive outfit designs

She doesn’t really even have coffee buns anywhere outside of her head, which again, I already made prior and is probably the best part of her design

I mean her outfit is supposed to be browns and yellow because of the color of coffee buns, with it being brown on the outside (and they seem to range in darkness of brown, as seen in the images), and light yellow on the inside, but that’s about it

I feel like this is something I struggle with when it comes to character designs, especially with my Cookies. I can give them distinct hair, but I never really know what I’m doing with outfits, or how to relate them to their ingredients (granted, maybe that’s because I’m someone who has no sense of fashion and only wears T shirts and sweatpants/leggings every day). I also just don’t know how to make accessories, especially distinct ones

And that’s another thing, I feel like I don’t really connect the characters back with their ingredients, especially with fankids. They’re more arbitrary than anything meaningful. But then I also don’t know a lot most of the ingredients I choose, and I don’t know how to learn that information, or I can use something similar as a basis for the character

Like take for example, the new Cookie teased this morning. She looks to be made of strawberry Pocky, and she’s a drummer presumably because the shape of Pocky is similar to drum sticks. It’s such a simple connection and it gives you something for the character. But I’m not able to make those easy connections, and it frustrates me to no end and leaves us in situations like this

…Sorry I got carried away again. This post feels more like me ranting about my struggles with making characters than much about the character herself. Apologies to the person who requested this for loading your request with all this

I mean, in a vacuum, Coffee Bun isn’t half bad of a design. But it’s the fact that she looks so bland next to her parents and the fact that I had nothing for her at the end that makes me bring her down in my eyes

But I suppose you can disregard me if you want and enjoy her if you want to

[thewebcomicsreview]

So, I have this advice in my head about comic writing for beginners, it being that first time writers of the medium need to understand that comics are a visual media first and a textual media second and that the artist is usually the one pulling the heavyweights. (no offence)

So, is it good advice or does it need more work?

It's bad advice. I'm not going to deny that even a hardworking writer who does research and test reads and multiple drafts usually spends significantly less time per page than the artist, but that's not really "advice" so much as "a statement", and you didn't actually advise anything in your advice. Are you saying the artist should stay humble? Feel bad? Are you explaining why the writer is usually the one who does the web site stuff as well to try to even the workload slightly? Is this entire ask just attempting to subtly neg me about being a comics writer? What's your point?

But more importantly you're equating "the writing" with "textual media" as in "the text in the narration and dialogue balloons" which is super bad advice if you're a writer working for an artist, because most of the text in a good comics script isn't text that appears on the page, it's the text that tells the artist what to draw. The less good you are at writing this part of a script, the more the final page is going to deviate from what you wrote, so you want to be clear and detailed both in what's happening and why it's happening. When you're writing for prose, you want to try and cut as many useless words as possible, but when you're writing a comic script you're giving directions and you want to make it as clear as you can. This includes things like

Literally what is going on in the story. Alice and Bob are walking down the street carrying shopping bags.

Details. It's late afternoon, and there's no one else on the sidewalk that we can see. Alice is wearing a light yellow sundress. Bob is wearing a thick orange parka pulled close. One of these characters are not dressed appropriately for the season. The sky is cloudy and there's a little snow on the ground, implying it's Alice. They're walking past a store called Carl's Car Calls whose logo is a car on an old-timey telephone.

Emotions/Explainers of what's going on in the story to help the artist make decisions you forgot to think about. Alice is dressed like this because she's been trying to ask Bob out for a while, but every time she does she gets cold feet at the last minute. A writer might not think to make Alice's skin red from the cold, making it clear that she's uncomfortable and drawing attention to her choice of outfit, but an artist knowing the context might think to do that, and help make the writer look smart.

Directorial details. Alice is going to beat Bob to death with the baguette in twenty pages, so make sure it's the most prominent thing in either bag.

Dialogue. BOB: "Carl's girlfriend apparently makes enough that they can afford a new house. I wish I had a girlfriend who got me my bread."

I'm not saying we all have to be Alan Moore writing 1600 words of description for a page of Batman opening a door, and some artists want less guidance than others, but precisely because comics are a visual medium that it's important for the writer to dedicate the overwhelming amount of their time to describing what things, y'know, look like. If you skimp on that stuff you'll describe a character as wearing "an ankle-length skirt" and you'll get the page back and it's like

If you've written for artists long enough, especially as an amateur, you know the pain of getting a page back that's different from what you wrote in such a way that it's create a plot hole or the Chekov's gun you meant to establish is barely even visible or whatever. No skill as a comic's writer is worthwhile until you've developed the skill of telling the artist what they're supposed to draw (and yes the artist is also part of the creative team and different artists have different workflows etc., but that's for lesson 102). If you can't do that, what's even the point of anything else?

[shukakumoodboard]

Hi bestie, popping in to say I love your writing and TGoD and if you're ever in the mood for an excuse to infodump about it and your language hcs I'm listening intently (no pressure tho ly bye)

bands! im feral about your artwork. /points imperiously draw more horny stuff!

pleas im beggign yuo

ok screaming crying frowing up listen i'll yammer about tgod all day because it means im not trying to write it what who said that

some fun facts about tgod:

it was like the second fic idea i ever came up with! i actually thought of it even before fight club but fight club started flowing first so i shelved it, and i'm glad i did because i feel like my fight scenes are so much better now. it was just too intimidating of an idea for me at first since back in 2022 i hadn't really written much fanfic ever

something i'm trying to do with both gaalees in characterisation with this fic is make them both sooooo gd awkward. like true cringefail at all hours. lets be so real do we all really think a former beast vessel turned president and a dude in a spandex suit and legwarmers are anything but so weird?

in particular i really REALLY wanted there to be two things: 1) the dichotomy of violent/inexplicably suave/hron hron baguette drunk lee versus nervous/awkward/insecure sober lee, and 2) sabaku no bloody social skills gaara. i hope that's coming across ok!

ok the language headcanons! i fully and unapologetically plagiarised all my headcanons from luna_lee on ao3 [@sagemoderocklee] who has so many incredible fics jfc but to expound on tgod specific ones

nishitsuchigo as a name breaks down into nishi 西 which according to google means west, tsuchi 土 which means soil, and suffix -go which i yoinked again from luna_lee lol

i originally designed this to be 6 chapters and thought it would be 60k? but my life is a joke and i'll probably crack 80k because i have to make an entire chapter of sexfucking and then an epilogue for Resolution sparkle sparkle

totally unrelated: the next chapter is porn god fucking Bless

don't expect it soon though i have no free time until like december

as a thank you for this question, behold! some fuckign stupit and some foreshadowing to gaara's next social blunder

[arkiliastuff]

Welcome to this rabbit hole with me !

Are you lost little one ? Well, here's where you can find my writtings ! :D

Here you can find my little fanfictions about Bad Omens, Motionless in White, now about Jesse Cash from ERRA and more in coming (just scrool down). Nothing fancy, I'm just sharing my daydreaming thoughts and stories. 👀 (I'm still new to this)

I will update it reguarly so you can check it easily whenever you want. I will write mostly fluffy/angsty/funny stuff, while trying to improve on the romance part (and maybe smut idk so MNDI). Also I might post few drawings about stories in my mind, fanarts and fanfic's fanarts. Just you wait and see 👀

Also, as a reminder English isn't my native language (living in baguette land 🇨🇵🥖). So if it gets clumsy or not, let me know kindly ;-;

About the writting, I like to take my time to make it the greatest as possible, as I pictured the stories in my head in a specific way. I want it to be clear as much as possible, so don't panic if I haven't post anything during several days x'D (Also I'm a busy person 👉👈)

Right now, request are closed, since my fics are taking me so long x.x

Either way, thank you for stopping by and I hope you'll enjoy my content ! Sending y'all some love <3 Take care ~

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[the-crow-binary]

First of all thank you for the sacrifice going through this shit show…what was the worst in the show?

Sigh. You're welcome. I still haven't recovered yet <3 (that's why I am drawing my blorbos, gotta heal that broken soul somehow)

Honestly, I can't even tell what's worse. There's so many things wrong, from questionable writing to blatant disrepect of, like, everything. I have complained about only the "(French) Revolution" aspect thus far but oh boy, if the problems stopped there... It would be much quicker to tell the best parts, ngl.

I guess the worst in the show, outside of the fact that it exist, would be that they never said the word "baguette". Not once. Very disappointing, -1000/10, will start a revolution on their ass.

I'm sorry I really don't know how to seriously answer this question. It's just so bad, as it's own show AND as an """adaptation""". I hate almost every choice they made, and I curse my morbid curiosity for even wanting to watch this garbage in the first place. I wish it had never seen the light of day and no surface-level representation and #girboss-ing will change my mind. Fuck this show. Fuck it's AMERICAN POLITICS, fuck it's use of cultures foreign to the creators who are just using them for aesthetic and coolness points and "representation" points without any care nor respect put into it, fuck it's butchering of our beloved games and characters (i will never forgive what they did to Juste. Literally wanted to cry by the time he told what happened to Maxim and Lydie, AND NOT BECAUSE OF THE TRAGEDY OF HIS STORY), fuck it's underdeveloped gay representation that is not believable one bit but for some reason we are supposed to believe anyway, fuck it all. (oh also DEVIL FORGING MACHINE. A FUCKING- A FUCKING DEVIL FORGING MACHINE!!!)

And I really don't want to hate on the fans, but this show exist because the original one was so praised and loved by them. Both shows are badly written and giving really weak, and even straight-up offensive representation and the fans eat it all and allow it to continue. We have this garbage because people apparently think that if there's a non-white or non-straight character in the show it's automatically good. Because they think if they can relate even one bit to X character it means it's good (hot take: just because you can relate to a character or a situation means that character or situation nor the whole show is well written). That female characters can't be criticized because otherwise it's sexism. And if the character is black, it's racism. And apparently, the thought that "just because i enjoy this show doesn't mean it's good" never crossed the mind of most of them. And the more I think about it the more I get angry at them, too. They are so ignorant and easy to please it's sad. (I mean people are allowed to like the shows as much as they want, but let's not give them credit where they don't deserve it.)

[hecatastroph]

Tagged by the bestie boi @loupmorose 💜

15 QUESTIONS FOR 15 FRIENDS

Are you named after anyone ?

I don’t think so.

when was the last time you cried ?

I can’t remember? I have less tears than before.

do you have kids ?

Nope but I do have lots of plants 🌱

what sports do you/have you played ?

Swimming, badminton and handball.

do you use sarcasm ?

Yes, mostly in person.

what is the first thing you notice about people ?

Hair!

what's your eyecolor ?

A mix of grey blue and green.

scary movies or happy endings ?

The genre in the middle.

any talents ?

I’m quite skilled with makeup!

where were you born ?

Baguette.

what are your hobbies ?

Video games, writing, drawing and reading.

do you have any pets ?

Two doggos 🥺

how tall are you ?

5'5''

favourite subject in school ?

History.

dream job ?

Joker.

Tagging the marvellous @treflev, if you want to 🩷

[manekinoodle]

jw4 has eaten my brain alive. have some weird shit me and my friends have made. spoilers or whatever

- john shows up to the sacré-cœur and suddenly the harbinger says like "dearly beloved we are gathered here today for holy matrimony" and everyone is in on it except john and the tracker. he opens the box with the guns and there's two rings sitting next to the pistols. the marquis is crying. john wants to cry. everyone goes for baguettes and lives happily ever after. no i'm not writing the fucking fanfic.

-the tracker has 3d glasses and popcorn and so does his dog. what a shitshow. i kinda want to draw this as a reaction image.

- john wick 4 except the marquis is kiwi and john is aussie ("yeah... nah yeah.... nah... yeah...")

- john wick 4 except the marquis is pennywise. it except pennywise is the marquis.

- bonus: me and my friends have pavloved ourselves into saying "rules" in the stupid french accent (sometimes written "ooules") and replying with "consequences".

[tuulikannel]

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#one: how do they know where to stop? is there a line on the floor or does some secretary give them strict instructions before they get in?

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

A karushuu birthday fic for @lazytoufu! 💜 Based on a story idea she once told me about, which had to do with soulmate identifying marks (what you write/draw on your skin appears on your soulmate’s skin, though not before you turn 18)

Just a little piece of silliness, but I hope you’ll like it, Toufu. ^^ Happy birthday!

·

SOLEMATES

Gakushuu was standing alone in his room, staring at his watch. Seconds ticked by one by one. Outside, occasional fireworks lit the sky every now and then.

23:59:43. 23:59:44. 23:59:45. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. 23:59:54.

55…56…57…58…59…

The fireworks erupted outside.

New Year. His birthday. To be more precise, his 18th birthday. He had a pen ready in his hand, and he was just about to place its tip on the back of his hand, when his eyes spotted letters appearing on his skin from underneath his sleeve. …grain? What was that? The pen dropped from his hand when he quickly rolled the sleeve up, heart thumping.

obtain this grain receive this wheat finagle this bagel bone this scone

Gakushuu blinked. What? As he stared, disbelieving, the scribbled words kept on appearing on his arm, letter by letter.

collect this baguette take this cake yeet this yeast cum in this muffin

Gakushuu yanked the sleeve down, fast. What the hell. His soulmate was crazy.

A moment Gakushuu stood still in his room, thinking. Then he heaved out a sigh and headed downstairs, where his father was waiting.

“Happy birthday,” the man said, seeing him. He didn’t ask anything, but Gakushuu could almost smell his curiosity.

“…nothing, yet.” He was so not going to show this to his father.

“Oh.” Did he imagine or did his father actually seem a little disappointed? “Well, you just have to be patient. Most often the soulmates aren’t that far from each other in age, so perhaps in just a few days, or weeks at most—”

“I’ve no problem with waiting,” Gakushuu cut him off sharply. “I think you’re the impatient one here.”

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He glanced at it. A happy birthday message from Ren, followed by an emoji with question marks. Gakushuu thought of the scribbles on his arm. Did he want to tell even Ren about this?

Thanks, he replied. Nothing to report.

“Happy New Year,” he went on before his father could say anything. “And good night, I think I’ll go to bed.”

“Happy New Year,” his father replied quietly to his back.

·

Next days, random words kept on appearing on his skin at random times. Luckily most were on his arms, so it was easy to hide them under his sleeves. Just in case, he started wearing gloves, even inside, claiming that he felt a little chilly. At least it was in the middle of winter, so it wasn’t too strange – he hoped. One day when his wrists suddenly turned bright pink, he was very grateful for the existence of those gloves.

Ren kept on asking him about it daily, and his father gave him questioning looks every morning. Gakushuu did his best to ignore them. He knew he should do something about the situation. If this weirdo kept on writing all these things on his skin in the summer, that would pose a problem. Could he somehow find out who this was, without revealing himself to them? …to him. For whoever this was, it was most likely a boy, as for one thing, Gakushuu was gay, and for another, he couldn’t really imagine a girl writing all this. Sometimes the messages were sort of adorable in a very weird way (he had to admit that to himself, even he would strongly deny it if anyone asked). For example, the one that said, I want to make a burrito with you. I'll be the guac and you be the cheese. But at other times…

One night when he took a shower, he discovered one thing about his supposed soulmate: he might have some interest in sciences. That was a plus, perhaps? If only he’d put that knowledge to better use.

you like science? cause I’ve got my ion you

according to the second law of thermodynamics, you’re supposed to share your hotness with me

are you made of nickel, cerium, arsenic & sulfur? I'm just hoping you’ve got a Ni-Ce As-S

or are you made of copper? cause I could really Cu in me some day

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55 notes - Posted March 29, 2022

#4

Akabane Karma in the official character book, p. 1-2 translation

I haven't done these for a long while, but the mood suddenly struck me. I know that Karma's pages have already been translated, so in a sense this is kind of pointless, but I still wanted to do this. I mean, I did Gakushuu's part ages ago (or that's how it feels, anyway), and as they're fighting for the #1 spot for me (isn't that just fitting?), I kind of felt like I had to do Karma too. So, here we go!

As usual, I mainly did this to practice Japanese, and there might be mistakes... though this time I could check if I was in agreement with the other translation when I was unsure about something, so there shouldn't be anything too bad. XD Early on there's one sentence that totally baffled me, tho... My comments are in [brackets].

“I won’t lose. The one to take sensei’s life is me.”

Having tasted defeat, Karma came to understand the feelings of those who lose and learned to sympathize with his companions and got closer to the weak.

(The manga panel is from when he told the Big 5 that he was the only one in 3 E who’d taken the 2nd mid-term exam seriously.)

Everything is perfect – the genius boy of E class

He was suspended after a violent incident. He is something of a slacker, but his skill for studying and assassination, as well as his physical strength, are all top class.

Code name: Chuuniban (by Hazama) [or should I say cord name? XD Sorry… ^^;;]

Chuunibyous tend to take an unexpected look at things. In Karma’s case… [...I became completely confused. Something like taking an unexpected look on unexpected look on even further on an unexpected look… I’ve no idea. If anyone can give me a sensible translation of アイツの場合斜め上の更に斜め上のそのまた斜め上から見てんだけど結局１つ上にはいけてないのよ please do. ^^ It’s very 斜め上, that’s all I can say. The other translation didn't give a literal translation of this either, just this: “a person with Chuunibyou is supposed to see things a certain way, but because he’s doing it in a half-assed way, she’s basically calling him a half-assed Chuunibyou”]

[Chuunibyou, in case you’re not familiar with the term, means a teenager with grandiose delusions who tries to stand out in every way possible. Gundham Tanaka, anyone? &lt;;3 It literally translates to “second-year syndrome” (second year of junior high, that is). The -ban in Chuuniban means half, so yeah…. half-assed  chuunibyou.]

(Bottom left corner) His specialty is provoking his opponent through pranks and harassment. His skill for provocation is also first class.

Code name: Chuunibyou Birthday: December 25 Height: 175 cm Weight: 60 kg Blood type: AB Favorite subject: math Least favorite subject: Japanese Special skills: provocation, pranks, pestering Clubs he belongs to: Going Home club Treasury: Collection of spices from around the world Favorite food: “煮オレ” (ni ore) series (the brand of those strawberry milks he always drinks) Bento or buying snacks: buying snacks Election poster: In any case, I want to be manipulating from behind the scenes

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64 notes - Posted November 15, 2022

#3

Ok, so there's this incorrect quotes generator... here's just a few karushuu ones:

Gakushuu: I’m going to take you out Karma: Great, it’s a date! Gakushuu: I meant that as a threat. Karma: See you at five!

Karma: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives Gakushuu: I wake up at 4:30 AM Karma: Karma: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives

Karma: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside Gakushuu: Gakushuu: Karma, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn… Karma: *sips coffee from bowl*

Karma: You love me, right, Shuu? Gakushuu: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.

75 notes - Posted September 25, 2022

#2

How that line was translated in the manga...

This is from the third volume of Danganronpa 2: Ultimate Luck and Hope and Despair (i.e. the manga that tells DR2 from Nagito's pov.)

[ID: manga panels that depict Nagito's last free time event from the game. He says to Hajime, Please, never forget, I love you... and the hope sleeping inside you... with all my heart. End.]

91 notes - Posted October 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Ren: C'mon, let's have a snowball fight!

Gakushuu: I've never been in a snowball fight before, so I don't know the rules.

Ren: Well, there aren't really any-

Gakushuu: *continuing* is there a point system, or is it to the death?

Ren: ...what?

Karma, throwing a snowball into the back of Gakushuu's head: It's to the death.

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[acefaun]

hey, you're allowed to take as much time as you need. Don't feel stressed or pressured to put out drawings/etc. Sometimes creativity comes and goes but know that your work is amazing regardless bcuz it comes from you <3. You're valid my guy struggles and all. Sending lots of love and wishes

😩 I wuv you. 🥺💖

Honestly, it’s not that I feel pressured to make any art or fics, but that being creative was an outlet for me.

There were so many good things! I’d feel sad or upset or I’d just need a distraction from the overwhelming thoughts, so then I’d write or draw. Next thing you know, I’d feel better AND I’d have a product at the end of my moping. And having created something with my own two hands feels good.

But right now it feels daunting. If I had to put it into words it’s a feeling like “Wow, how are you going to draw/write something better than that? That was freaking amazing; That was my prime, my masterpiece.” Or “All these guys in the fandom are so talented, I should just let them take it from here. I like looking at their stuff anyway.”

So instead of facing the scary tower of self-doubt I’ve made, I settled with playing Genshin as my distraction. except… I still get sad at the end of the day because unlike when I was being creative, there’s no end product that I’m used to. I mean, I build and power up my guys, but I can’t take them with me or show people “Look what I made!” Well… I do, but it’s not as gratifying!

But I got a big commission for my family business, we’re doing a 50 year anniversary, and I have to design everything. I have 4 months to work on everything; shirts, cups, banners, flags… whatever else they might want. I’m just. 😵‍💫 not present yet.

Maybe I should try getting off of the computer. Take a natural approach with sketchbooks and papers and pens and my trusty binder.

I'll figure something out somewhere. Just gotta crawl out of bed first. Put on some music and start my day. 🎃 Maybe putting on a Halloween playlist would raise my spirits.

In the meantime, I found a Baguette:

From far away I thought it was a mini-centaur. 🥺 Imagine how sad I was to find out it was a dog with a really tall hat.

[starknight8]

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🌠 Ayo, I'm StarKnight, but you can call me Star' or Staru !

🥖 Native French (oui oui baguette) and fluent in English

🌌 I like purple and starry themed things a lot

🟣 I'm a multi-fandom weirdo with too many projects that likes to hang around here to live even more in my overfixations-

✨Sometimes I draw and sometimes I write, I have too many oc's and a big universe inside my head !

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[anika-ann]

On Va Voir, Ma Chérie - sneak peek

Pairing: Professor Steve Rogers x reader (Attached universe) WC: 480 Warnings: Prof Steve and French?

You stared at the book you had thrown onto your soon-to-be marital bed with dismay. You had taken two years of French in high-school as an elective and hadn’t really bothered with it since. There was no way you could read this damn book, so you resigned yourself to reading it with a translator – for about 80% of words. You hadn’t made it past the first few pages, already wanting to tear your hair out. So you tossed the offending object on the bed.

And now you decided to follow suit, plunging into the cushions headfirst, your whine muffled by the soft fabric.

It was how Steve found you an eternity later as you debated yourself whether it wouldn’t be better to play hooky tomorrow.

The mattress dipped under his weight as he sat down next to you, gentle hand caressing your back.

“No one to greet a tired man home?” he chuckled softly, eliciting a hum of sorry from you as you didn’t bother to move an inch – as much as you loved Steve. He was already touching you, there was no reason to make any more effort. More so when a kiss landed in your hair. “Long day?”

You hummed noncommittally. Yeah, it was gonna be with this hellish book.

“Chatterton?” Steve read the title questioningly, causing your breathing to hitch in surprise.

Oh god. It sounded French when he said it.

You rolled over in a lightning speed, staring at him in awe; he reciprocated with a quizzical gaze, eyebrows raised.

“Picking up le français, huh?”

“You speak French,” you blurted out with your heart having leapt to your throat. You sat up abruptly, visibly startling him. “How the hell didn’t  I know you speak French? We’re about to get married this summer!”

“That we are,” he murmured a smile spreading on his lips with a teasing edge. “Which is why I believe I deserve a welcome home…?”

You leaned in swiftly, pressing a brief kiss to his lips.

“Hi professor. Welcome home. You speak baguette?”

Steve burst out laughing, his hand clutching at your shoulder, keeping you close, puling you into kiss you without haste. He was smiling as his lips caressed yours, a courting dance tempting you to forget all about some silly book.

“Hey babygirl. I’m pretty sure it came up but must have slipped your mind. It’s been a while, I don’t really practise much these days. I’m pretty rusty,” he shrugged, almost sheepish.

Right. You wouldn’t have it, excitement rising in your chest along with hope. Alright, maybe Steve had mentioned it before. But it must have been in passing and without you having time to investigate it at the moment.

You let your fingers run along his beard, catching on his chin to draw him in for one more kiss, earning an approving hum.

“Didn’t sound rusty. I believe I need your help, professor...”

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I give credit for “speaking baguette” to @bucky-murdock-moans as she was the first person I heard it from. Also, this is compeltely @darkness-is-mystery​’s fault.

That and this is very self-indulgent. I could have started on reading the book from my lit class. OR I could write about it ✨😂

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[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Into The Unknown, Part 5

First

Previous

Tim finished up pretty quickly.

After all, all the baby toys seemed to just be different variations of each other. Some crinkle, some make sounds, some squish, some… do nothing at all? Tim had no clue how he used to get by as a kid.

He ended up getting Damian three toys:

A tiny rubber duck. He’s almost completely sure that Marinette would have bought one if Tim hadn’t. At least when he was the one buying it he could opt to get the Darth Vader one (Damian had always been woefully uncultured, this was his one chance to make the kid watch sci-fi without risking getting stabbed).

A plush cow with crinkly ears. He had to hope that this could maybe jog memories of Batcow and, in turn, everything else. Tim had tried to think of something a little more relevant but all he could think of were things related to Batman, to Superboy, to the League of Assassins (did their lives really revolve around vigilante-work that much?)... and, unfortunately, this reality didn’t have merch that he could give the kid.

And a squishy plastic baguette. Because that was all he could think of to get back at Marinette for the duck thing.

When it came to little kid books he hesitated for just a bit before getting the basics -- stuff like animals and the letters and Spot The Dog. He wondered, vaguely, if he’d have to teach the kid numbers since they already used the Arabic numeral system. He got a book on it just in case.

Then he got a couple of books on parenting.

He checked out and then walked back to the sitting area where he was supposed to meet Marinette.

… she was taking forever.

He sighed quietly and skimmed through a book on parenting.

… oops they were supposed to breastfeed until Damian was about two. No clue what to do about that. Maybe the kid was already used to a bottle? He hoped so. He’d watch him more carefully while Marinette was holding him to see. In the meantime, he’d get a bottle and some formula on top of the baby food they’d been getting so far.

Alright so the kid was supposed to learn behaviors and language through observation. Good. That, hopefully, solved that problem. Tim probably would have just given the kid a textbook and said ‘good luck’. Marinette… he didn’t really know what Marinette would have done, but the woman wasn’t a teacher as far as he could tell and asking her to teach the kid properly was a little unfair.

Babies around his age are supposed to speak in something called… protowords? Like… a baby language? Damn, he has a miraculous and it seemingly allows him the power to understand every language but apparently ‘baby-speak’ didn’t count as a language. Tim called bullshit.

He felt a weight settle down on the bench next to him and absently glanced over.

Marinette sent him a slightly tired smile. She was wearing a new, dark red scarf.

He opened his mouth to say something only to have her shake her head and adjust her scarf a little to show him something.

Ah. It looked like Damian had fallen asleep on her shoulder so she’d fashioned the scarf into a makeshift baby sling.

“Could’ve used the stroller,” he whispered, setting his receipt in the book to mark his page.

She snorted. “And risk waking him? He cries every time he wakes up, I’m not dealing with that right now.”

He bit his lip. “You know… this book says he’s supposed to cry for, like, an hour to an hour and a half a day.”

She tipped her head to the side a little. “He’s cried like… three times.”

“Yeah, and he was really easy to shut up. Decidedly not normal.”

They looked back down at Damian, identical frowns on their faces.

“Does it have an explanation for why he’d be like this?” Marinette asked, her voice soft.

Tim hesitated.

“The only reasons I can think of are that he doesn’t think we’d help him if he cried or he thinks crying is something he’d be punished for. Considering how he was raised… it could be either. Or both.”

~

Marinette yawned as she sat back on the hotel bed. She leaned back against Tim, leaving him to bear the weight of both her and Damian.

He, to his credit, barely even blinked. He turned slowly until they were both leaning back against each other.

She tipped her head back to rest on his shoulder.

She could fall asleep like this, she thought. Propped against Tim. Damian, in her arms, watching an episode of something called True and the Rainbow Kingdom… it was nice.

Or, at least, it would be if Tim could stop that infernal tapping.

“Ugh, could you stop that? Some people actually sleep.”

He gave a tiny puff of laughter that acknowledged that he heard her but, alas, he continued typing.

She groaned a little and reached a hand behind herself to give him a tiny bap to his side.

“Hm. This may shock you, but hitting me really hasn’t helped your case.”

She huffed and twisted around to try and see over his shoulder. She’d given up on sleeping, anyway.

“What are you even doing?”

He shrugged just slightly. “Trying to figure out what to do about money.”

She nodded slowly, looking over his shoulder as he scrolled through jobs they could do with zero experience or degrees. That could sustain a family of three and pay for the daycare they would have to take Damian to. The options... weren’t great.

Damian tugged on her shirt for her attention and she looked down as he pointed at his screen with a bright smile. There was a black cat on the screen. She didn’t really know what he wanted until he kept saying ‘ma’ over and over. She nodded and said ‘cat’ in both Arabic and English, which seemed to sate him as he went back to watching… the giant green yeti monster stealing a basket of candy? What the fuck was even going on on this show? Were kids’ shows like this in her own world, too? Or was this one’s shows just especially weird?

A thought occurred to her and she looked back over at Tim.

“You exist in this world, right?”

He nodded absently and opened a tab that, despite its claim that it was an entry level job, apparently required two years of experience and a degree. He closed it quickly.

“Why don't we just mooch off of the other you?”

Tim sighed. “Because that’s illegal?”

“You’re a vigilante. I don’t think that ‘borrowing’ money from your alternate self is where you should draw the line on illegal activities.”

“I draw the line when it harms innocent people.”

She laughed at that. “He’s rich. It’s not like he’s going to miss it. Think of it as… giving the money to people who need it.”

“You’re a regular robin hood,” Tim said sarcastically.

“I know. I’m so kind,” she agreed, grinning.

There were a few moments of silence.

Then, finally, he shook his head. “Even if we could somehow do that -- which I can’t guarantee because I’m not completely sure I could guess my passwords -- the fact that we’re in Texas… he’d notice.”

She shrugged. “Then let’s move back to Gotham.”

He blinked and finally looked up from the computer. “What?”

“We don’t have much of a life here, really, so why not move?”

He considered this for a while before sighing and flopping back on the bed. “Let me see if I can even get into the account. There’s nothing to say that I even have the same social security number here...”

She nodded her understanding and laid back next to him. Damian whined a little at the sudden displacement but just ran a hand up and down his back absently until he was watching his show again, completely silent as he stared at the screen. Now the main girl was reaching into her bag for a weird orb of light that was, apparently, sentient. Was this the Dora of their world? God help their children.

Speaking of helping their children...

She picked up a parenting book to read while Tim tried to guess his otherworldly counterpart’s passwords.

~

Tim managed to get in.

He rested his head in his hands, cursing quietly.

She glanced over and smiled at his slightly flushed face.

“What was the password?”

He grumbled under his breath.

This only seemed to encourage her more because she started nudging his shoulder, the soft smile morphing into a cheeky grin.

He sighed and took a moment to gather himself before looking over at her. “It’s… ‘<3Richard<3graysons<3little<3brother<3’.”

“... I don’t get it.”

“Good. So you can’t tease me about it,” he said, sticking his tongue out at her.

She scoffed. “That’s not fair.”

“Totally is.”

He set the computer down beside himself and stretched his achy old bones. He’d had a baby for approximately two days now and he could already feel the bad back setting in. Tomorrow he would have gray hair.

“I’m going to look it up if you don’t tell me.”

“... he’s a celebrity,” Tim said quietly.

Her grin wavered back towards that genuine smile for just a second before spreading into an even wider grin. She reached out and pinched his cheeks. “Awwww, Tim, that’s so cute --!”

“Shut up,” he complained, batting her hands away.

She snickered. “No. I’m going to write that password on your tombstone.”

“You’re assuming I’m going to die first.”

“I have an extended lifespan. You’re only going to have that for another fifteen years. After that? Unless I’m really stupid you’re gonna die first.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m going to find out how to be immortal now. Purely to spite you.”

She snorted. “Okay. Good luck with that.”

“Thank you.”

With that, he pushed himself up with a groan. “I’m going to get him ready for bed.”

She nodded her understanding and continued with her reading.

Damian whined a little when Tim tried to take him away from where he had curled up next to Marinette but that seemed to be more because he was tired and cranky than genuine distress.

Tim was the one to bathe him. It wasn’t a bubble bath, he wasn’t eager to repeat the previous night’s mistakes, but he did give Damian the rubber duck. This seemed to work for all of them, since Damian now allowed them to take him out of the bath as long as he got to bring his duck.

Marinette grinned when she looked over at where Damian was chewing on his rubber duck as Tim struggled to click the annoyingly difficult buttons of the onesie into place.

“Told you he would love it.”

“We both know that wasn’t why you wanted to get it.”

“And we both know you didn’t get that squishy bread-thing just because you thought he would like it, either.”

He smiled. “Maaaaaybe.”

The onesie finally allowed itself to be buttoned and Tim picked Damian up so he could get into bed.

Marinette frowned. “This book says we shouldn’t let him sleep with us every night. Says it creates a bad habit that’s hard to break.”

Tim raised an eyebrow at her but, reluctantly, carried the kid over to the crib so they could sleep separately.

“Fine. But I’m going to sleep before him so I don’t stress out all night.”

She snickered. “Fine. Fine.”

He climbed into bed, set a pillow between them, and promptly dozed off before he could get woken up by Damian whimpering through the night.

… Tim woke up a few hours later -- his body wasn’t quite used to sleeping through nights just yet -- to find that Marinette had brought the kid into bed with them again.

He smiled a little and moved the pillow out from between them. Even if Damian was currently too trapped in Marinette’s arms to even reach it, it was best to make sure it couldn’t happen.

Damian whimpered a little in his sleep again and Tim tipped his head to the side. He reached over and gently combed his fingers through the fuzzy little tufts of hair that the kid had so far. Damian relaxed.

Tim sighed and shifted in the bed until he was closer to Damian, then maneuvered through Marinette’s mess of limbs to press a tiny kiss to the top of his head. The baby smiled in his sleep and, though the kid couldn’t see it, he returned the smile. He rested an arm around the kid as well in hopes that it would keep the kid feeling safe before allowing himself to drift off.

~~~~~

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@nathleigh @peachmuses @unoriginalmess @hammalammadamdam @astrynyx @laurcad123 @927roses-and-stuff

[theweasleysredhair]

Eiffel Over [F.W.] [G.W.]

Characters: Fred Weasley, George Weasley

Word Count: 1600

Requested?: Yes/No(t exactly)

Summary: You take Fred and George to Paris and regret every decision you ever made that lead up to this point.

A/n: people keep asking me to write a fic where the twins take you to paris... this is for everyone who has ever imagined that!! enjoy! (please don’t hate me after reading this fic. please.)

~*~

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK! REBLOGS ARE ABSOLUTELY FINE! <3

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“I can’t believe we were just flying,” Fred looked over his shoulder at the plane you had just departed, his mouth dropping slightly as he took in the sight.

“You literally played Quidditch at Hogwarts, and your dad had an enchanted car that you stole and drove. How are you so confused over flying?” You replied with an amused shake of your head.

“Because it flies without magic,” Fred said as if it were obvious.

“And it’s got wings,” George added. Fred nodded enthusiastically, “Like a bird.”

You shook your head, “Whatever you guys say. Now come on, we need to grab our suitcases!”

In hindsight, you should’ve assumed that taking the twins to Paris the muggle way would’ve caused chaos and many many questions. But in your defence, you did not expect to turn back from grabbing your suitcase off the conveyor belt to said two grown men sitting on the carousel and riding around on it, handing out the cases to the wrong people.

You sighed, much like a parent whose toddler had drawn on a wall in felt-tip and proudly showcased this fact to them.

Waiting until the conveyor brought the twins back to you, you grabbed each of them by the shirt collar and yanked them off (with a little difficulty, and a lot of strange looks).

“I can’t take you both anywhere,” you pinched the bridge of your nose and lazily gestured to two familiar cases that were making their way towards you, the twins leaning over to grab them.

“Were we not supposed to do that?” George asked innocently, though the look he shared with Fred told you they knew they were not.

“Did you see anyone else doing what you two were?”

“Well no, but we assumed everyone was just being boring,” Fred replied as he followed you out of the airport.

“To be fair, they were being boring, stood around like that. At least we gave them free entertainment,” George added with a shrug of his shoulders.

The taxi ride to the hotel went by quickly and, thankfully, with little to no embarrassment to yourself.

You managed to check in to the hotel when you arrived and get the twins to their room without much more of a hassle, besides Fred yelling out, “Au revoir monsieur! Oui oui baguette!” at the receptionist as the lift doors shut, prompting you to scold him, even if the bemused look on the receptionist’s face made you want to laugh.

“I’m going to settle into my room, sort out my clothes and freshen up. And then we can visit the Eiffel Tower. How does that sound?” You asked, receiving nods of affirmation.

You let yourself into your own room and smiled at the peace and quiet - which was quickly interrupted by a loud banging next door, followed by loud laughter.

You knew you should’ve asked for a room on the opposite side of the hotel to the twins.

It didn’t take long for you to sort out your belongings, flicking on the tv for some background noise as your eyes scoured a map of France, deciding on the best route to the Eiffel Tower. You’d purposely picked a hotel within walking distance, and with it being noon, you had plenty of time to make a day out of the trip.

Hearing more laughter, you decided that they’d had enough time to destroy their hotel room, and grabbed your card key and bag before exiting your own room.

You knocked on their door, hearing an exasperated, “Fred, this is permanent ink!” and bracing yourself for what Fred had used the ink for. To draw on the walls? To write on the table? To-

The door opened and your mouth dropped, “Did you... did you draw a moustache?”

Fred stood proudly in the doorway, an uneven, curly moustache drawn above his upper lip, round glasses - reminiscent of Harry Potter’s - around his eyes, George barely being able to breathe through his laughter behind him.

“I did! Do you like it? It’s a proper French moustache!”

“I can’t believe I’m going to be walking around France with you looking like that,” you stated, only being able to shake your head at him.

“Should’ve seen him panic when he couldn’t get it off,” George chortled, earning a glare from his twin.

“On the bright side, look what we can do!” Fred stepped inside the doorway to the left, George rushing to the right so you couldn’t see them anymore. Then all of a sudden-

“Ouiiiiiiii,” Fred yelled as he moved from the left side of the doorway to the right. “Ouiiiiiiii,” George copied the same movement, just in the opposite direction to what his twin did previously.

And then suddenly they moved back and forth, taking it in turns, yelling out “Ouiiiiiiii!!” whilst all you could do is stand and watch in half shock half confusion.

After a minute or so, both twins stopped as if they hadn’t been doing anything and stepped out of their room, closing the door behind them.

“We’re ready to go now.”

“I don’t know what just happened but I don’t want to ask,” you shook your head, before turning to head down the hallway, gesturing for them to follow you.

It felt later than nearly 1pm to you, with everything that had happened already. You also kept forgetting that Fred had marker pen on his face, and was receiving yet more strange looks from passers by as you began the short walk towards the Eiffel Tower.

“Can we stop at this shop?” George asked, gesturing to a tourist-y type gift shop. You nodded, “Sure, why not. I’ll wait here for you, just be quick, okay?”

The twins disappeared into the shop, emerging maybe ten minutes later sporting matching grins and berets, their ginger hair peaking out either side. Stifling a laugh, you pointed at them, “What on earth-“

“We’re fitting in, Y/n, duh,” George rolled his eyes at you with a shake of his head. “We’re simply showing our fellow Frenchmen that we too, are French,” Fred added, before looking around at the crowds of people passing you by on the pavement.

“Excuse me, sir! Bonjour! Je m’appelle Fredrique, oui oui! Baguette, beret!” He suddenly called out to a middle aged man who happened to be walking by with his dog. He took one glance at Fred and hurried on faster, which you didn’t blame him for.

A pair of 6’3 ginger twins wearing brightly coloured berets and holding baguettes under their armpits, one of which with permanent ink covering his face? Yeah, you figured you’d hurry on by too.

“We’re never going to get to the Eiffel Tower if you two don’t behave. Come on, stop bothering these people!” You grabbed an arm of each of them and pulled them along with you in the direction of the tower.

It didn’t take long for the twins to get distracted again, this time by a gentleman who was stood by the side of the road with a hat in front of him holding change and spare notes.

“Why is he standing so still?” Fred asked, confused.

George nodded at his twin’s question, “And why does he have a moustache like Fred’s?”

“He’s called a mime,” you explained, watching as a young boy stepped over to the hat and dropped a couple of pennies into it. The mime immediately came to life, making the twins jump, pretending to be stuck in a box.

“But he’s not in a box,” Fred frowned, tilting his head to see if the mime was somehow in some kind of invisible contraption.

You shook your head with a smile, “That’s the point, Fred. He is a mime, he mimes different scenarios, one of which being him stuck in a box.”

As soon as you had told the twins this, they decided it was the best thing they’d ever heard, and pretended to be stuck in their own boxes for a solid few minutes, until you swiftly moved them on, dropping some spare coins you had in your pocket from purchasing a magazine at the airport for your flight into the hat. The mime tilted his hat off to you and then you were back on your way to the Eiffel Tower.

As you got closer to the Tower, you hoped you’d be able to make it to the queue without any more distractions from the twins, figuring they couldn’t possibly cause much more trouble... could they?

Alas, as you heard a small scream, and a clash from behind you, you turned around, your eyes widening as you realised Fred had been too busy looking up at the Tower to notice a row of bikes, that he’d very kindly now knocked over, he himself being sent to the floor.

“Fred! Are you okay? Are you hurt?” You crouched down to his level where he was laying on the concrete.

He groaned, sitting up and pulling a knee to his chest, before looking at you and then up at George, “I can’t believe it. Eiffel over.”

The concern dropped from your face as you stared at him with no emotion, George rolling his eyes at the pun, though a smile was tugging the corner of his mouth.

Fred grinned wide, “Geddit? Eiffel? Because we’re in Paris?”

You stood up without another word, grabbing George’s arm and walking away from the eldest twin, much to the loud protests of the eldest twin.

All of this, you realised, and it was only day 1 - next time, you’d come to Paris alone.

[thesecretattic]

Fashion Diaries

This article is mainly aimed at us…girls 💅🏻🧖🏼‍♀️

Huge Coincidence below in the latter half: I’m trying to live in the moment because like I said I have no future, I hope I fit into all this, instead of XXS I got S this time… there was a big fat sale going on and although I wanted to save more money this time, it’s not like I haven’t saved but like I said I wanted to save more… I was not able to resist a few things. What most brands don’t understand, is that we need to buy a lot of matching stuff especially if the 90s & early 2000s are back in trend so they can’t keep such high prices for shoes and bags or even apparels. Luckily there was a sale going on… and I didn’t buy all this (first collage) from Zara. Except for the Sea Green cardigan which I’d taken long ago in “20 back then they had a proper TRF range, now they are mostly into elaborate costume wear :/ (after making “costume jewellery” and statement pieces for years) I took 3 breaks while writing all this because I can’t exhaust myself, so I’m gonna make it quick now…

The purse was supposed to have a “technical fabric” but they haven’t used any cheap nylon, so the quality is great, it is polyester but the thickness and all is good, I’m not satisfied with the shape but it’s not that noticeable and luckily I got it for 1790/- instead of 2990/- I love baguette purses and this cream one is like a great new addition to my wardrobe. The denims are too huge, another girl had also written about some other pair that they are were too slouchy, it’s nothing like the images, the model is skinnier than me but the jeans are still slim compared to what they are selling, they have no shape, they look more like a pair of straight wide leg jeans, the size is humongous, when I sit, it blows up, when you’ll order them you’ll come to know, I’m planning to wear them with a black belt in order to give them some “shape” and I’ve kept them since I got them on discount and they are on the lighter side, I wanted a bleach wash since long and I love floral patterns, I already have a ditsy floral wallpaper throughout my room and I have many items which have such tiny flowers. I loved the floral embroidery so I thought I’ll make it work. And even though it looks more like a cute pair of summer capri -in the images and baggy/straight jeans in real life, you too can team it up with a black belt to draw attention from the straight cut and give it a narrower look. The top is the opposite, it’s from the same brand but I’d ordered S instead of XXS or XS (they don’t import XXS in India for some reason so they start from XS and XXS is actually for teens) I got S because of my weight gain issue and it’s not as tight fitting as the model but it’s like a cropped top which means you can’t tuck it inside the jeans like her, it’s quite short and the straps are also very small, almost the size of a kid, so if you are on the taller side then it can look very amateurish. I had taken a top from Zara which I had to return because I had ordered XS out of habit and it was too tight and uncomfortable, I have always had a broader frame because I have big bones, and it was a cropped peplum top which was directly hitting my rib cage, secondly there was no elastic, no ruching at the back, no zip closure so it was obviously very tight and the knit part was not that stretchable, the cotton frill which formed their peplum was not attached using an elastic band. The model who was wearing it had long hands and legs so they were looking very dainty but her body was quite broad and she was either like me or a bit more from the sides so I’m pretty sure she was wearing M or L. I would have blamed stress, crying and cortisol and I’m trying my best to control everything and minimise it’s repercussions but here, the make & everything was also a quite erroneous, they need to make sizes for adults, most of these fast fashion brands are only aiming at teenagers. The cami set (top and shorts) is from a different brand, I don’t want to compare but even though it can be worn tight, they’ve made it very comfortable and it has a relaxed fit keeping a fully grown “adult” in mind they have made it more accommodative than those two tops, I was expecting it to be all scrunched up like most other spandex/shapewear but it was perfect, the length is also proper because it obviously looks shorter when you wear it.

I love embroidered flowers & such tiny motifs which are again a reminiscent of the 90s, I have alhamdullilah around 5 items which have that around the neck 😇 unlike the tiny yellow rose on the green top, the other brand, has given matching, same coloured roses to the camisole… because it comes under the category of essential “basics” it’s a beautiful blend of seamless shape wear and lingerie, the sizing was done right in this cute pointillé set (perfect for adults, they haven’t relied on the stretchable fabric because it’s supposed to be more of comfort wear than shapewear) it’s super soft and cosy & it’s great if you are just out of the shower and you want to replenish your skin, lather up some moisturiser and do a quick mani pedi, as girls we have a lot of fancy things to do and we like doing everything in style. It comes in two colours, Pigeon Blue & Biscuit. Which one would you pick? I’d say both…

I just found my old stuff… and older moodboards too, I don’t have each & everything but I had taken that B locket (“20-21) because Z was not available and I liked how chunky B was, it stood for Birthday, Brave, Beautiful, Barbie, Blair Waldorf, Best… My grandmother had given me 1000/- bucks so I had taken that mini scarf set, it had two patterns, gingham and floral, and I needed a bag for all my sporty outfits because I only have handbags and baguette bags lol so I got that perfect little Espresso brown shoulder bag, it’s neither too big like a bagpack (to give that “school girl” look) nor too tiny, it’s perfect! Btw you know I had a wonderful stroke of luck with that blue night suit… it was God who gave it to me for free, as in the dress, I got the dress which was more expensive for free and a 10% off on the nightsuit but it’s my lucky nightsuit now cuz it reminds me I’m the Blue Eyed girl, I just noticed when I fetched those screenshots that it was 2:15, the timing had 15 which I’ve been seeing constantly, it once said God is around when I asked what it meant… I have more such serendipitous coincidences in this link, there are plenty Thanks! https://www.cashmerecult.com/post/thankks It was not a Buy 1 get 1 offer but Buy 2 get 1, so the first screenshot says buy 2 and get the third item for free (see I’ve put a pointer/arrow there in my article) the second one also says get the lowest priced item for free.

Love, 𝒞𝒵.

(Zara Sauleh)