#im rusty in french too mind you

[corneille-moisie]

.... might or might not be working a little on that poison astride and orlège thingie

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[fraudulent-cheese]

So i watched episodes 3 to 8 of Pahkitew Island

Again, watched these with my buddy @rockin-it-rusty! And, holy shit these episodes have got me genuinly wondering why Pahkitew's so hated.

I'll go over the negatives first; the challenges are kinda eh. The Truth or Scare one is great, and the cave one is interesting due to it's hints at the Fake Island reveal (as heavy handed as they were), but most of these were just pretty out there to me? They mostly felt like an excuse to put the characters in situations mostly. Just have Topher make a narration joke, give Max and Scarlett an interaction, have Sky and Dave dance around eachother all due to a thing the challenge made them do. I don't mind the first two much, but the last one gets super repetitive man. Glad they mixed it up a bit by making Shawn try to wingman Dave though, i like their friendship! im a bigger dashawn shipper now oops

ANYWAYS IMA TALK ABOUT THE CHARACTERS NOW BECAUSE LET'S BE HONEST, THE CHARACTERS CARRY THE SHOW!

Amy... Ok im very mixed on her. On one hand, she serves her role as the mean twin relatively well. But on the other, that's all she really is! Her one trait is being mean and hating her sister, and that's all she really does! Granted she has a thing? Where she gets sayings (?) wrong, or just gets words wrong (she says parfait is german. it's french. i would know) which! could hint at something! (maybe less smart than her sister?) but they don't do shit with her outside of her swimming back to the island in episode 5. god i wanna rewrite this season so badly now to give her a bigger role. idk shoutouts to Twinning with a Twist for redeeming her while still giving her some edge ig.

Rodney. i uh

I haven't thought about him since his elimination honestly. I just doooooon't care about him it's crazy. Most forgettable guy in the entire series.

Sammy! Ok back to the siblings rambles! I wish the show leaned into her scheming more. Girl in five episodes pulled identity theft and did nothing else. Why. Her relationship with Jasmine is adorable, and i wish she got Jasmine to call her by her actual name, and a personality too! It's really a shame man :(

Sidenote, but like her team fucking hated her for some reason??? Like what. I know it's because of that one scene, but really?

Ella!! My sweet girl Ella!!! She didn't do anything wrong man she just likes singing leave her alone!!! Chris really fucking hates her and it's pretty entertaining at least, but i'd say his beef with Topher's funnier. She has a nice singing voice, and i love how passionate she is about fairytales and stuff. You could do so much with the Prince thing and the show... didn't. Like what even was that. Conflict that wasn't one that lasts an episode. what

Gotta say though, her elimination was fucking ass, Max 100% should've been kicked instead of her.

Topher. Ah the opher. He's a special case, even in the context of Pahkitew Island itself! Because the dude's not here for the game. He's here to meet his idol, Chris Mclean (he really knows how to pick em, huh). I like the progression he's got, from wanting his approval to straight up wanting to host the game instead of him. I'll admit, my opinion's a little skewed since i am mutuals with the Topher guy on Tumblr, but i like him regardless!

His relationship with Chris is easily one of the more interesting parts of the season, mostly because a 30-something year old dude having beef with a teenage fan is hilarious, and you could definitely spin it in a sad way from Topher's perspective.

It also helps that he's genuinely funny! His few interactions with the other campers are also pretty fun, he dgaf about them it's great.

Im kind of mixed on Dave, i'll be real. On one hand, im glad they ditched the whole "he doesn't like anyone on this Island" trait three episodes in because that would've gotten. SO ANNOYING. SO FAST. (hell i'd argue it was already annoying), and him being a hopeless romantic could be a fun trait, if done right. It also helps that he's really pathetic and i find that funny. His friendship with Shawn's fun too!

But on the other hand... Yeah, even before the finale the Skave plotline's really boringgg. They just dance around eachother for half the season for like! No reason! Please just have a conversation, even if it takes other people to sit them down to have it! I know why they didn't because the finale needed them to not actually talk about it but at least have Sky tell him she'll explain later or have him not be a coward and ask her about it himself!!! ack!!

Also the thing with him and Ella went literally nowhere. I have 0 feelings about it because it's just there for some reason. Idk they just really wanted to shoehorn in romance for every girl this season huh.

Scarlett's a really underutilized character pre-Island reveal. The bulk of her interactions with the other campers are with Max, who has a ton of screentime for some reason (which i don't personally really mind but i'll explain later) which honestly sucks because she's a fun character! I want to compare her to Twilight Sparkle at the very start of MLP. She's smart, she knows it, she can communicate with her teammates just fine and just chooses not to usually. I like her alot! Im just... really disapointed that she's so in the background usually; if anyone's a wasted character in tdpi, outside of the Twins i'd say it's her.

Her legit wanting to kill Max is great though. That's how i'd react to him irl. Don't get the Max saying she had a crush on him three episodes in, or the quip Chris made during the team switching tho.

SPEAKING OF WHICH, MAX! I swear, i was convinced i'd find this guy annoying pre-watch but uh... I like this guy! No really, i do! He's like Mal, only the narrative doesn't take him seriously in the slightest and it's hilarious to watch! Im like Sugar in that one clip, i am laughing at this buffoon's intelligence, and his stupid catchphrase, and his "evil" plans, and his general delivery! Max is funny!

Even when the Scarlett "minion" thing kicked in i still found him funny! Don't get me wrong, i wish he'd gotten out earlier (ESPECIALLY when he was supposed to get kicked in the episode Ella got eliminated into) or just gotten less screentime in general, but in the season proper, yeah he's a funny guy! Big gimmick, but i like him! Please don't add nuance to him, i don't care

Jasmine... certaintly exists! I'd call her the Season's rock, the one character that's emotionally intelligent on the show. She's fun in general, and also the only one noticing things going wrong with the robotic island. As said before, her relationship with Sammy is great to see, and i wished we'd see more of her and Sky's friendship and uh. For there to be more between her and Shawn? Because the only things i've retained is that they blushed at eachother once and then trust issues party because he hit her once during a challenge and that completely broke her trust in him - which, could be an interesting aspect of her character to explore since if that's all it took for her to pull a 180 on Shawn, the girl must have a complicated relationship with trust. That's an interesting flaw! It also shows up with her rapport in Sky in the later episodes of this batch, and. GOD. I wish it was developped man!

The issue? Yeah it's dragged on so longggg man! It's frustating to watch frankly because i really wish they'd resolve this conflict quicker since it's like. The same thing every episode :( to my knowledge it's solved in episode 9, but it did NOT need to be dragged out for 4 episodes.

Unrelated to her charater, but her height difference with the other campers is kind of ridiculous. In some shots the characters look so small compared to her it's crazyyy

Ok, now. Sugar. I'll be honest? She's great! She's just a menace and doing her own thing and it's fun to watch! She's also interesting in terms of backstory since she's canonically a pageant queen; her relationship with Ella is greatly impacted by this, since she heavily suspects her of lying to her face when it's just. Ella being Ella. Similar thing to her opinion on Topher; she doesn't like him for his sucking up to Chris, the host (something that Rusty probably agrees with). I fucking wish she was more popular because then people would look into her more, but alas. She's a female, plus sized character in Pahkitew Island, so considering the Fandom's biases, it was never going to happen. U_U

OK TIME FOR ZOMBIE BOY. So, Shawn. He's definitely more present in these episodes than he was before, and, again, i think he's fun! He's a weird little guy. He's got interesting skills (his camouflage, legit parkour, general athleticism) and his personality's interesting as well compared to the other guys. The zombie thing is fine, actually, because they do different things with it over the course of these episodes. Not much to say about him, he's a solid character to me and i wish he had more interactions with the cast outside of Dave and his pining for Jasmine. Who he's talked to like, five times at this point? Again, they probably should've talked stuff out faster than this for me to actually enjoy it. Oh well.

And finally, Sky. She's an interesting case for me? She's fine, mostly. She's the Normal Person™️ of the cast to me, and that means she really struggles to grab me. It's made worse by her main plot being a basic romance plot where the gimmick is that she's a reasonable human being and Dave isn't. And neither are able to have a normal fucking conversation about it either. The mixed signals thing could've been interesting, but this is Fresh TV writters, so of course it didn't end up that way. I assume the episodes without Dave are the ones where her personality shines more? Because so far she's just been really reserved and calm. And said she'd "focus on the competition only" And then. Doesn't. Really. God i wish this season treated it's female characters better :(

OK SO OVERALL THOUGHTS:

Im mixed on alot of the character decisions

god i wished these people talked more

the screentime is not well split among the cast

the romance plots and pacing of the Island plot are the weakest parts of this season

the challenges are fine

Why does Chef have 5 lines total.

Pahkitew Island does NOT deserve the overly negative rep it gets in this Fandom, at least based on the first 8 episodes.

[nerves-nebula]

I just saw from a post that you mentioned that your dad was Nigerian and I was just curious how you feel about being like Nigerian and if you actually feel like you're connected to the culture. Like you don't have to answer if you don't want to, it's just I was curious since I'm also Nigerian but I've never really left this godforsaken country(I say this both affectionately and with burning hostility)

Like did your dad ever like make an attempt to teach you your language or was he like my grandpa and just refuse to teach it to his kids😭

And if you've ever had Nigerian food what's your fave? (I dare you to say jollof rice🌚) mine is banga soup and white rice or ofada stew and white rice

Do you speak pigeon? Because if you do I'll definitely be speaking it to you in the anons from now on lol

And I totally agree about the beating being normalized in poc households😭. Your blog really helped me realize that my mom was kind of abusive (and I'm still kind of in denial about it) because over here it's so horrifying how normalized it is to beat your kids until they've turned black and blue.

I was talking to classmates and we were bonding over the fact our parents used to beat us with like wires, sticks, belts and stuff and how they overdid it alot of the time and made us scared shitless and one of them was literally telling me how she fell a glass cup and broke it and got some glass in her foot and she couldn't even tell her parents because she was too scared to get flogged so the babe performed surgery on her self with a DIRTY RUSTY razor at 10 yrs old💀.

And let me tell this convo wasn't even heavy, we were all laughing and joking about it and shit.

Then I asked them if they would ever beat their kids and these niggas said YESSS they were like if they never got beaten half to death as literal children they would have grown up to be bad ppl and I was floored like do you hear yourselves??? And when I said why beat your children like they're animals instead of treating them like little humans with developing minds that make mistakes and grow and these fools laughed at me and looked at me confused like I was speaking French to them😭 and I'm screaming jesus what a life😭😭😭😭

Only divine intervention can save Nigerians from this awful cycle of abuse(I'm not religious in any way). These goats need therapy😭😭😭😭

And have you heard the bs the government is pulling out of their asses over here with the money problem😭😭😭😭😭😭

Sorry if this is overwhelming, I just got really excited at the word Nigeria lol. I hate this stupid country and its stupid ppl so much but yet sometimes I'm filled with such overwhelming love for it and its stupid inhabitants. I'm the anon that went to that skating event and met a ton of queer ppl who respected my pronouns and stuff so these ppl are the only reason why I have hope for my dum dum country with it dum dum politicians

Sorry again for the rant😭😭😭😭

I just saw from a post that you mentioned that your dad was Nigerian and I was just curious how you feel about being like Nigerian and if you actually feel like you're connected to the culture.

ive never left America, so no. im sorry, i wish i was more connected to it a lot of the time but it just feels too late for that to me.

he never taught me his language either (Tiv) though he did speak it when he was around the house. but he wasnt around a lot. when i asked him why he didnt try to teach us he just shrugged like it wasn't a priority. he started staying in nigeria for most of the year only coming back for a few months every now and then so i probably wouldnt have picked it up even if he HAD tried.

I've never even called myself Nigerian, not because I don't want to be but because of the embarrassment of having to explain that yeah im Nigerian but... not really Nigerian. I wouldn't want to disappoint any REAL Nigerians by basically being raised as a white American kid and knowing nothing about Nigeria.

And if you've ever had Nigerian food what's your fave?

i've only ever had pounded yam and okra i think, it wasnt bad but it also apparently wasnt made properly. my mom would make it and my dad would be like "this isnt even real pounded yam what the hell is this" and then nothing would change the next time around haha. so i dont think i can say ive ever eaten Nigerian food, sorry. my oldest sister has tho, when she went to visit him. i hate spices though, they hurt too much, so i doubt I'd enjoy it. which i feel kinda bad about. but ive got a lot of issues about food, and being forced to eat food, so. yeah.

Do you speak pigeon? Because if you do I'll definitely be speaking it to you in the anons from now on lol

GOD I wish. i wish he'd taught us literally fucking anything.

now that most of us are adult-aged he's been asking us to come visit him in nigeria. he's clearly very lonely, but i dont want to be alone with him in a country where he controls everything about where i stay and what i do and what i eat (he doesnt understand my eating restrictions and it would be hellish to starve because of that)

two of my sisters have gone to visit him and it sounds like it was fucking AWFUL tbh. i'd go with them but not with him.

Then I asked them if they would ever beat their kids and these niggas said YESSS they were like if they never got beaten half to death as literal children they would have grown up to be bad ppl and I was floored like do you hear yourselves???

yeah this mindset is wild to me, cause if a kid is too young to understand why what they did is wrong then why are you beating them?? that wont help they literally don't understand?? and if they AREN'T too young to understand then explain it to them! People who beat their kids are just admitting they dont know how to solve problems or vent frustration without violence. And if they had control over the people around them, they would USE violence to force them to comply, but since they only have control over their kids they can only beat their kids.

Only divine intervention can save Nigerians from this awful cycle of abuse(I'm not religious in any way). These goats need therapy

my dad is the only Nigerian i really know, but from what I know about him this is very true. he's insanely traumatized from like, civil war stuff and his own shitty upbringing. but he doesn't really believe in mental health stuff so good luck telling him that!

And have you heard the bs the government is pulling out of their asses over here with the money problem

im not very caught up on the political situation over there, but from what my dads told me its not good. my dad is mostly interested in the education system though, its like his life's work and all he's ever wanted to was to be put in charge of it and get kids educated so they have opportunities like he did or something. idk. he thinks education is the key to making Nigeria better and i dont exactly disagree with his life mission but hey, I don't live there. what do i know.

he apparently helped get the current president elected in hopes that he'd be good, but it doesnt appear things are going well. Every time he'd come home when I was younger though, that was the main thing he talked about. Getting his guy elected.

he texted me a bit ago to say he'd met with the president multiple times and was feeling stressed out, but i dont wanna say more unless you end up tracking me or something haha. fun fact tho, he's apparently been almost assassinated at least twice. like maybe he's just super paranoid, but he KNOWS someone hired a guy to assassinate him at least once because that guy was his friend and came up to him one day like "yo watch out someone's trying to kill you lol" or something.

idk he told me that story when i was younger so maybe i have the details wrong.

I'm the anon that went to that skating event and met a ton of queer ppl who respected my pronouns and stuff so these ppl are the only reason why I have hope for my dum dum country with it dum dum politicians

ohh i remember you! what a coincidence haha.

[prettyboykatsuki]

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into it | k. bakugou 

➳ tags ;; smut, praise kink (so much praise kink),d/s undertones, dumbification fem!reader, unprotected, mild dacryphilia (what else do we expect lol), pro-hero!katsuki

➳ wc ;; 1.5k

➳ a/n ;; my period came n it’s My Day so im posting this. sorry if i’m a little rusty! i haven’t written any nsfw since like? march.

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He know he’s spoiled you rotten. 

He knows this fact better than anyone else in the entire world. It didn’t matter how obvious it was to others, he knew it and he knew it well. The way Bakugou Katsuki finds himself stuck by your side leaves him with more questions and answers. He’s developed quite the habit of listening to your every word, clinging off your little attention and praise like it was more important than anything else. 

In a way, it was. That feeling he gets in his stomach, the pride in his chest when you bat long lashes at him and say “katsuki” the way only you ever could. You’ve got a grip on his being like nothing else. The world could be falling apart but he knows in his head he would be worrying about his baby. 

He knows he’s in love and he’s strong enough to admit it. But there’s a difference between being in loved and being whipped beyond belief or comparison. He’s indefinitely the latter.

He’s whipped out of his fucking mind. It’s ridiculous and gets more ridiculous as the days pass. The way he pours so much energy into leaving you spoiled and sated. He was always the asshole, the tough guy - but these days he questions himself for just how soft he’s gone. 

For you and only you. If anyone else had half the attitude you had with him, he’d probably rock their shit. With you, he merely sighs - grabs your face with strong hands and goes “why you bein so bratty huh?” until you’re confessing all your sins to him. It’s a religion of sorts, practice of worship. If you’re an altar, Katsuki feels like follower. Disobedience to your desires has always felt like sacrilege. 

Bakugou knows he spoils you too much. You’re not much for material but when it comes to time and attention, he’s always making room for you. Sits you in his lap while he works as long as you behave (lets you stay even if you don’t). Comes home to you. Doesn’t go out unless he’s sure��you won’t be lonely. 

You didn’t particularly ask for any of it. You’re eager to let him be, but him? He seethes at the idea you’re getting your daily dose of love from anyone else. Turn his blood hot under his skin, makes his mind feel like it can’t sit still. 

So you’re spoiled rotten whether you like it or not. Bakugou would be damned if anyone came near you with the intentions of what he always intends too. 

You’re spoiled, to put it plainly. But Bakugou can’t say he hates it, no matter how much he tries 

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“Such a spoiled fuckin’ brat, huh?,” 

You shake your head, but your voice trembles in your throat when you try to reply. With the way Bakugos got your legs pinned, a hand resting on your navel with two fingers in your cunt, it’s hard to think at all. You squirm out of his reach, away from him. Everything in your body feels like it’s trembling and the pressure in your body has you dizzy and aching. 

Your clit is swollen from what feels like hours of stimulation. His mouth latches onto the swollen nerves, and goes and goes - matches the pace of his fingers fucking in and out of you. Every movement makes you twitch - an aching fever in your core. It’s almost painful - completely overwhelming. Bakugous determination leaves little room for error. 

“Ngh, I don’t ― aah, don’t mean to be” 

He chuckles a little at that. You can feel it reverberate against your body. When your eyes flutter open to see him between your legs, you’re sure you’re gonna cum again right away. Bakugou fucks you open with two fingers then three - stretches you out till your nice and soft. It makes you feel gooey, cum and saliva pooling onto once stain-less sheets. 

“Katsuki, ‘s enough, please - enough,” 

“Not enough baby,” he bites your thigh with sharp canines, red eyes boring into yours “Gotta be a good girl ‘n give one more. Spoiled fuckin’ brats gonna take all of it, aint she?” 

You let out something half-way between a whine and a whimper. The muscles in your thighs ache from holding still so long - from shaking. Your eyes roll up till there’s only white. Fuck you’re cumming again. How many times is it now? You can’t remember. 

It aches. Your cunt like a play-thing against the wet muscle, thick fingers that stretch you much wider than you thought possible before. He gives and gives and gives - and you take like the spoiled and greedy brat you are. When he ruins your pretty pussy into stuttered, breathless and raggedy orgasm - you take it all so greedily. 

“So fuckin’ pretty when you cream on my fingers, princess,” and he grunts, uses his free hand to jerk his cock. It’s stiff enough to hurt, the ache in his balls unbearable. But he’s gotta get you nice and sloppy - he likes to give it to you all in one go after all. 

Your brain feels like it’s melting, mouth dropped own and drooling. Katsuki is always so mean  but not with you. With you, he’s whispering sweet nothings into your sweaty skin and biting claim into the flesh. You let him melt you into whatever shape he likes with the promise he’ll hold you through it. 

“Gone and fucked you real stupid, huh?” 

There’s an unmistakable affection in his words that makes you screw your eyes tight enough it hurts. Tears prick your lashes as another orgasm rips through - shreds you to pieces. 

“Katsuki” 

You hold your arms out for him, needing to cling - and he lets you like he always does. You kiss him desperately, tongue searching for desperate reprieve as he drags sticky fingers up to your mouth. You can feel his cock slide between your folds, heady heavy and throbbing against your clit. 

It’s so, so hot. It’s molten, your brain and stomach turned to complete fucking mush. You whine again - loud into his mouth. 

“Clean ‘em good or you’re not getting my cock”

You nod dumbly. His fingers slide down your throat, touch your tongue and stretches your mouth out. 

“Haah,” he chuckles against your throat “So fuckin’ messy, huh? Your mouth and your pretty little pussy are so fuckin’ soaked for me, aint they?” 

“Yeah, yeah - ‘s f’r you” 

“All for me?” 

You nod with his fingers in your mouth, smiling like you’ve won the fucking lottery as you look him in the eyes. So obedient and pretty and good. His dick aches. 

“Mhm” 

He has you pinned so easily underneath, grunting as your knees are brought to your ears. You yelp as he bends over you, sliding his cock against your clit - fucking right between as he looks at your desperate face. Your eyes gone hazy as you watch his cock almost catch on your hole but never quite hitting. 

“’tsuki, hngh - please”

You’re distraught. So fucking spoiled - you’re in delirium begging for his dick. You need him so bad you don’t know anything other than digging your nails into his biceps and begging over and over and over. 

“Fuck  ― fuckin’ take this dick baby, shit” 

Your brain turns to static when you feel him fill you up in one fluid motion. Katsuki is thicker than he’s big, stretches you so good you scream silently. Strong hips that make you ricochet right into the bed with each thrust, you can feel yourself cream over him. It’s humiliating. 

He rolls your clit between his thumb and forefinger as he pistons you. Your body jerks so violently you almost lose hold - but Bakugou placates you with a tongue in your mouth. Kisses you messy with teeth and tongue - so salacious it has your cunt fluttering. His muscular body pins you to the bed, leaves you helpless and open wide for him to take.

 Bakugou’s spoiled you so he knows how you need, knows how to make you cum even when you’re so fucked out you can’t feel the air in your lungs. 

He french kisses you because he knows that’s how you like it - his spoiled, obsessive angel that can’t quite get enough of him. He knows just how your mouth likes to be occupied, knows just what nerves to hit. 

“C-Cumming!” 

Bakugou drops his forehead on your shoulder, mouth enveloping yours. He doesn’t say anything but his fingers grip into the fat of your thigh. You can feel him in your stomach, in your cevix 

Bakugou cums in you hot and heavy and thick. He groans into your mouth - jaw tense and brows taught when he fucks his load into until it’s all mixed together. 

His eyes open to check on you, his baby. Your eyes are red and puffy with tears - but you’re smiling lazily. Scheming. He squints

“What the fuck is it, brat?”

“.. You’re only gonna give me one?” 

Goddamn it. 

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[thatonechillycomic]

V2 Chapter 1 ‘Translate’

Some (really) rough translations (i have not spoken jpn in YEARS so im really rusty lol_

Kirby: Chilly!

Kirby: I dont need dinner tonight! poyo!

Chilly: This design!! Wait a moment-

Kirby: There's going to be a gourmet race~!! Flyer: (Chief Kawasaki's special gourmet race challenge!)

Earlier Nightmare :

[Steel's note: okay idk how to translate this but im pretty sure Chilly is saying :I've gone numb- immobilized (?) ]

Chilly: Kirby stop that's Risky!

Chilly: Dedede and others are soon to-

===next page===

Chilly: A sword!? Chilly: No its a kitchen knife!!

Meta Knight: I heard you Kirby Chilly (and Kirby): Meta Knight!! Meta Knight: In that gourmet race, it will be against me!!

Chilly: To challenge Kirby in a gourmet race....no way this guy is...

Meta Knight: Also, What's a gourmet race?

Chilly (and Kirby): YOU DON'T KNOW!!!

Welcome to the Special Gourmet Race!!

CK: Thank you, thank you!!!! I can't believe there are so many fans of my cooking...

Waddle dees waving signs for Mr. Meta: We are not your fans!! CK: The overall rules are the same as last time. Whoever eats the most and reaches the finish line as fast as possible wins!

CK: However, this time the food is special

Waddle Dee: Now get in position

Waddle Dee: Ready...

Chilly: His opponent is Meta Knight...then Kirby will by an easy victory for him!!

Waddle Dee: GO!! Commentary: They both leap out at once!

Commentary: And the first dish...

Commentary: Manners are important for this French cuisine!!

Commentary: Violent eating will be penalized!

Kirby: Oh what do I do!? Meta: You fool!! Commentary(?) : What a nice sight!! Commentary: Sir Meta Knight's blade sliced the meat without a single sound!

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Commentary: What overflowing excitement! With perfect manners, Sir Meta Knight takes a bite...

Meta: !? Guh!!

Commentary: Oh! Sir Meta Knight's body is trembling! After all, Chef Kawasaki's cooking is terrible!

[Steel: Okay so i have a rough idea on what they are saying but fuck it this is my best comprehension] Commentary: Contrary to Kirby! Who has eaten all the food on the table. However a penalty of 1 minute must be given for eating the table!

Dedede: WHAT! Kirby and Meta Knight are having a gourmet race!?

Dedede: Poppy, why didn't you tell me!!!

[Steel's note: okay so he says "食欲の秋で 食べ過ぎて". I can't for the love of god understand the joke being made. its literally "eating too much in the fall of appetite" so if this is wrong srry im going to be 4kidsing this joke lmao] Poppy: Haha,,,,Dedede sir,,,Since, Fall you've been having an 'au-tumn' of appetite

Poppy: Your stuck in your room as well, aren't you

Dedede: Dam!!

Dedede: I'm still going to interfere with them!! They won't reach the goal until I do!!

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Commentary: Kirby has completed the heaping amount of spaghetti!!

Kirby: Poyo, the next load of food will be-?

Bugzzy: We won't let you reach the goal! For we are Bugzzy!!

Bugzzy: Dash Grab!! Body grab!!

Meta Knight: A lackey of the king!? Getting in the way of our game...

Bugzzy: I'll be your foe!!

Meta Knight: Tch.. If I was in my usual level, then these guys...

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Meta Knight: Spaghetti!! Meta Knight: Its not good to waste food-But body slam!! I shall utilize this against you!!

Bugzzy: Wh-What is this!?

Bugzzy: There's spaghetti wrapped around my body...I can't move!

Bugzzy: Even if you if you could bitethrough something like this…its nauseous!

Meta Knight: Now Kirby!! Suck him up!

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Bugzzy: Damn it!

Copy Ability!!

Suplex!!

Kirby: Grab-Dash!!

Kirby: BODY SLAM!

Chilly: Kirby! Meta Knight: Kirby, you've become a master of throwing!! Kirby: The final.....pile driver!!

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Meta Knight: Brilliantly and splendidly done, Kirby!!

Kirby: Hyah! Chilly: No way!! Meta Knight made Kirby throw them on purpose...

Commentary: GOOOOOOOAAAAAAAALLLLLL!!!!!!

Commentary: The special gourmet race winner is Meta Knight!!

(its Kirby's first defeat, however...)

Kirby: I ate so much! I'm so happy and full!!!

Chilly: I don't mind (=^ ^=)

Dedede: Huff,, the gourmet race!?!? Poppy: You broke through!?!?! Its already over!!!

[princessjungeun]

Night In Paris: Chaeryeong x Reader

A/N: i’m getting back into writing these kinds of request so im a lil rusty. Please be nice lmao

You and Chaeryeong had been anticipating the senior class trip for the past four years. Every year, each language department school took their senior classes on a trip to either Shanghai, Tokyo, Barcelona, or Paris. Both you and Chaeryeong had dreamed of visiting Paris since you met back in 6th grade. When you two heard about the language program at your high school, you both knew that you’d have to enroll in French. 

Unlike you, Chaeryeong was god awful at French despite placing in the highest class and carrying an A+ all year. Well technically she wasn’t bad at writing or understanding, she just sucked at speaking it. You however were practically fluent, all thanks to changing the language for the subtitles on Netflix. 

The class had spent half of the day completing tasks that the teacher prepared like ordering food in French, asking for directions, and making small talk with strangers. There were also a few presentations given on history of the Louvre and the Eiffel Tower which you all would be visiting tomorrow. 

Dinner had ended an hour ago and you all were free to wander around the hotel as you pleased. Your roommates (and two best friends), Ryujin and Hyunjin, were downstairs in the pool while you and Chaeryeong lounged around in bed. 

You nudged her gently, “hey do you wanna do something fun?” 

She could tell by the stupid smirk on your face that it was probably going to involve breaking a rule, almost all of your plans did. Your girlfriend asked, “what do you have in mind?” 

You leaned forward, your lips inches apart before whispering, “you’ll just have to trust me hmm?” You poked her nose and got up, putting on your shoes and grabbing your backpack. 

Chaeryeong tied her shoe laces and grabbed her phone and wallet before standing by the door, watching you leave a note for your roommmates. It read in messy handwriting: We snuck out, cover for us. - Y/N & Chae <3

You left it on their shared bed and grabbed the room key before opening the door and making a run for the elevator. When you two got to the lobby, you noticed a chaperone sitting downstairs on a couch, flipping through a magazine. It was clear she was put on door duty to make sure no students were going to do exactly what you and your girlfriend were planning, sneaking out.

Chaeryeong whispered, “It’s Mrs. Han. What do we do? If she catches us we will be in so much-” 

You clapped your hand over her mouth, “Just be cool, don’t draw attention towards us. We are simply going to walk out.” 

Chaeryeong always admired how rebellious and fearless you were. No matter the situation you were so calm, cool, and collected. Not to mention it took a lot to fluster you when you were caught in a situation, it was like you always had a plan B ready to go. 

You started walking, Chaeryeong held her breath as she followed you closely, slipping her hand into yours. You ran your thumb over the top of her hand, making it outside undetected by the chaperone or anyone else. 

Chaeryeong let out a deep breath, “okay now what?” 

You told her, “we have fun! Come on.” 

The two of you made your way down the sidewalks, passing locals and tourists who were heading home or towards their hotels for the night before the sun set. The warm summer heat made the air thicker than usual, but it wasn’t completely unpleasant like it had been earlier in the day. 

You noticed a bakery that you’d passed in the morning when you all were heading to the hotel on the first day. You’d made a mental note to visit it, especially after Hyunjin looked up reviews and found out they had good bread. 

Lightly, you pulled at Chaeryeong’s arm, “come on, in here.” You stepped inside the small bakery to find an array of breads and pastries. It was clear they’d been busy all day because a few things were completely bought out. You told your girlfriend, “pick whatever you want.” 

Her eyes widened as she looked closer at everything, she settled on a chocolate pastry and you got a fruit one. Before you left you remembered Hyunjin and Ryujin, so you got Hyunjin a loaf of bread and Ryujin a pain au chocolat. 

As you finished paying you asked the employee politely in French, “excuse me how do we get to the Eiffel Tower from here?” 

They replied, “if you want to walk, it’s down this street here, then take a left and go all the way down that street as well. It will be right there. But if you want to take a taxi, you can just tell them Eiffel Tower and they can get you there.”

You thanked the woman before taking your goods and leaving, tucking them inside your backpack carefully. Chaeryeong asked, “what were you two talking about?” 

You laughed, “you know...things.” 

She groaned and pushed your shoulder, making you dramatically hold your shoulder and groan in fake pain. You decided a cab would be better just so that you could get there before sundown. The entire ride Chaeryeong tried to get you to talk but it was no use because your lips were sealed. 

When you all were dropped off she asked, “why are we here? We’re coming back tomorrow.” 

You told her, “yeah with our classmates, goofy best friends, and the overprotective chaperones that won’t let us hold hands for longer than three seconds and remind us “six inches for the lord” whenever we’re close. I wanted to bring you here, just as us two, not a group.” 

Chaeryeong’s face flushed pink upon the sincerity of your comment, she covered her face with her hands, “how are you so good at that?” 

You sat down as you told her, “it’s what I do best, now come on.” You patted the grass next to you, pulling out your pastries from your bag as well. She took hers and took a picture of it before eating it. You couldn’t help but laugh when her eyes lit up and she did a little dance at how good it was. The two of you ended up sharing both while enjoying the scenery in front of you as the sun dipped below the horizon. 

Chaeryeong shyly moved closer to you, prompting you to wrap your arm around her shoulder. She leaned into you, a soft smile creeping onto your face as she toyed with the hem of your shirt. 

Your girlfriend played with your fingers as she asked, “you know this is something I’ve always wanted to do?”

You responded, “what?” 

She replied, “going to Paris with you.”

Although you knew why, you wanted to hear her say it herself, you asked “why?” 

A shy smile crept onto her face as her face blushed red, “You know, going to the City of Love with the girl I love...” 

You pulled away from her, your heart beating faster with every passing second. Most times you were calm when she said things like this, but in the moment you couldn’t be more flustered. 

She sincerely told you, “I love you Y/N.” 

With all the confidence you could muster, attempting to keep you cool girl façade up, you asked, “you know there’s one thing I wanted to do with you while we’re here and I haven't gotten the chance until now.” 

She furrowed her brow, you moved closer until your lips were just barely touching, “this.” You pressed your lips against hers, your hand slipping behind the back of her head, fingers lacing in her silky hair. 

You could feel her smile against your lips before she pulled away, with the same sincerity, you replied, “I love you too Chae.” 

[sunflowerbi]

4 and 26 😳😳😳😳 for the fluffy prompts!!! ✨✨

I DID IT

I finally did it!!

okay okay i really wasnt sure i’d manage, but i did. im not sure how great it is, i think i like it but i’m a bit rusty, honestly. thank you for being patient!!! i really hope you enjoy it lovely! i’ll try to be,, quicker in the future 

ao3 / writing tag  / fluffy prompt list ✨

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Villanelle woke slowly, lazily reaching for her girlfriend, frowning as she only felt cool sheets and a smooth piece of paper. She didn’t intend on sleeping late, truly, she was going to get up when Eve did, but they’d both been insatiable the night before, and there was nothing Villanelle enjoyed more than a lazy post-sex morning. Except for maybe lazy post-sex morning sex. Either way, she would just bring Eve some breakfast, or maybe lunch, depending on just how late she’d slept. She grabbed the paper, reading it on her way to take a quick shower.

V,

I got a work call early, and last time I tried to wake you up before 9 you started mumbling about slicing open my throat, so I decided to let you sleep. I’ll see you later, baby. xx

Eve

           After letting the hot water wash away any remaining sleep, Villanelle stepped into her room to get herself dressed, opting to steal Eve’s shirt from the day before, tying it in the front and throwing on a pair of black jean shorts to match the bra just barely showing through the white of the shirt. It was nearly 11 so she figured it’d be best to grab a few sandwiches from across the street before heading over to see Eve, hopefully she’d be able to pull her away from work long enough to have lunch at the park right next to the MI6 building.

           It was nice outside, slightly cool with the sun warm against Villanelle’s skin as she walked towards café, ordering their usual lunch, a fake French accent rolling easily off her tongue. She still disguised herself sometimes, the instinct fresh in her mind. The people at the café knew her as Danielle, who spoke with a soft French accent and never had much to say, but the people in the bar down the road knew her as Amy, who spoke with the faintest hint of an Irish accent. Still, more people knew her by Villanelle these days, as she tried to allow herself room to relax. She spent a lot of time thinking about Oksana, letting the name roll around in her head, listening to it fall out of other’s mouths, but it never felt quite right. Oksana was the little girl who was beaten by her mother and by kids in the orphanage who were bigger than her, the little Russian girl who everyone thought would die on the streets high on cheap drugs. Villanelle was not perfect, but it was who she was.

           She smiled as she stepped into the MI6 elevator, fiddling with the paper bags in her hands. She worked here too, now. With her girlfriend, taking down the people who had stolen so much from her. She still got to kill people too, which was a bonus. Eve often came in early, most of her work was still done in the office, with Villanelle primarily in the field.

           “Hi, I come with lunch. I think you should give me credit I showed up at work on my day off.” Villanelle announced as she walked into Eve’s office.

“Villanelle, you fina-” Eve stopped as she turned around, her eyes landing on the blonde leaning against her doorframe. “you finally woke up.”

“Yes, and you are staring at me.” Villanelle smirked, crossing the room and pressing a kiss against Eve’s cheek.

           “Can a woman not stare at her very attractive girlfriend?” Eve finally let her eyes drop, noticing the sandwiches held in her hand.

           “Of course she can, do you think she can also have lunch with the attractive girlfriend? Preferably at the park?”

           “I think she can arrange that, how did you sleep, darling?” She grabbed her bag and powered off her computer, happy for the break from hours of tedious research.

           “Like a baby, which is only natural considering what you did to me last night.” Villanelle smiled, memories flooding her system.

           “What I did to you? If I remember correctly you are the one who waltzed into our room in nothing but a robe and a strap-on.”

           “Fine. I am hungry though; can we go eat now?”

           Eve just rolled her eyes as they made their way to the elevator, allowing herself to stare a bit more openly now that her coworkers couldn’t decide to poke their heads in at any second. For all the shit Villanelle had given Eve about her taste in clothes, here she was, with one of Eve’s white button-downs.

           “You are staring again, rodnaya, is there something on my face?”

           “No, it’s just, I can- I really can’t believe you’re wearing my clothes.” Eve stumbled out, finding it more distracting now that she’d mentioned it out loud.

           “Oh, yes, it surprised me too. It turns out not all of your clothes are completely unwearable, and this shirt smells like you, which is a nice bonus.” She noted, pulling the collar up to her nose.

           “I am going to call Carolyn, take the rest of the day off. I did most of the research already anyway, and I can finish at home.” Eve said, reaching out to fuss with the knot in Villanelle’s shirt.

           “Why do you need the rest of the aftern- ohhh, we are going to have sex. Can we still have lunch in the park? I did not eat breakfast.”

           “Definitely, I think we’ll both need the energy.” Eve answered as they walked off the elevator, taking Villanelle’s free hand in her own. The rest of the walk was quiet, Villanelle with a pleased smirk and Eve biting at her bottom lip, her mind running a mile a minute with different pictures of the rest of the afternoon.

           They eventually stopped at a bench, sitting down to actually eat their food, although Eve took the opportunity to trace patterns down Villanelle’s back, distracting both of them from making much progress.

           “If you do not stop that I will never finish this sandwich, and I think the people over there will call the police if I fuck you on the park bench.”

           “It’s not my fault that you look hot in my clothes.” Eve noted, her fingers now slipping up the back of the shirt.

           “Eve, I have been to a Russian prison, if you don’t think I will spend the night in a cell here for stripping naked in a public park and fucking my girlfriend, you are underestimating me, which never goes well.” Villanelle warned, her voice low.

           “Well why don’t you take me home to strip naked and fuck me?” Eve teased, leaning as close to Villanelle as she could without jumping climbing into her lap, “It would avoid all the prison nonsense, at least.”

           “You are insatiable, a woman cannot even eat her lunch.” Villanelle shoved a final bite into her mouth, standing up and throwing their trash away before dragging Eve behind her.

           “Although, I have a good idea of something you will let me eat.”

[kozukenkitten]

BONJOUR, may I please have a bnha match up please Im 5" 0, female(she), straight •Baby face, freckles, long pink hair, and slim thick figure •Im pretty loud, a crack head, I love having fun and going on adventures •I low key get flustered easily also I will burn down a house cause of a spider- •I love baking, dancing, singing, playing the harp, playing video games, and doing stupid things •I am also super touchy, I don't know how to keep my hands to myself and have no shame-

Bonjour ma cherie! Oui, je peux le faire. Ce n'est pas un problème!

(Pardon me if my French is a bit rusty, I took 3 years of it in high school and took a semester of it in my sophomore year of college, so I'm not anywhere near fluent, and it's been probably 4 years now since I've spoken/written in the language regularly, lol.)

I've matched you with Tokoyami Fumikage!

(JK JK I just found this in Tokoyami's gif tag and it was just too funny to pass up using as a joke, I'm sorry, I hope you find it funny too but if you don't, I'm sorry 😂)

Anyway, like I said, I matched you with Tokoyami Fumikage!

You and Fumikage are the epitome of the Bubblegum Goth couple. Aesthetically and in personality, you're total opposites. But you work so well together, because opposites attract. (I'm writing in cliches, I know. Don't @ me 😂)

Anyway, I think Fumikage would love having a girlfriend that's very different from him, because variety is the spice of life. (Also, Dark Shadow became attached to you super early on after meeting you, and to at extent, she listens more to you than she does to Fumikage.)

You will constantly be cuddled by Dark Shadow, to an embarrassing extent for Fumikage. He can't understand why his quirk won't behave herself around you, at least without you telling it to. But the moment you say something about it, Dark Shadow will back off? It's like Dark Shadow is some kind of overgrown, overly affectionate pet now, and Fumi just doesn't get it?

But he doesn't mind too much, as long as you seem happy with the situation. He'll scold Dark Shadow if she upsets you, though.

The first time you play the harp around Fumi, he's suddenly just kind of chirping along? Subtle bird instincts got him good this time, baby. (Dark Shadow's guffawing in the background at his expression, but she can't help joining in, either!)

Also, you will never have to worry about spiders with Fumi in your life. Between Fumi's immaculate cleanliness and protective personality, spiders won't dare to come around you. (And if they do? He'll get them gone and move them far, far away from you.)

If you start to pet or play with Fumi's feathers, be prepared for the cutest happy little trills you've ever heard in your life. He's so embarrassed by it, but it's the sweetest thing ever, and he'll be so happy despite his embarrassment, because he's not used to people being so close and affectionate with him because of his quirk's effects on his physical appearance. If you show him that you don't mind that, or that you actually really like it, you will have his heart forever.

He'll be so embarrassed by you giving him physical affection in public at first. He's not used to physical affection in the first place, let alone to PDA. He doesn't mind it at all, he just needs some time to get used to the fact that a cute girl wants to give him affection, and that sometimes she wants to do so in public.

He loves to watch you sing and dance your way through wherever you are, and he enjoys helping you in the kitchen when you're baking, although he's certainly not the best in the kitchen (and Dark Shadow is a hazard, she'll probably throw flour and eggs everywhere if you're not paying careful attention to her).

He would probably love playing video games with you, or at least watching while you play. He also tends to try and make sure that while you do stupid stuff, none of it is excessively dangerous or harmful. He wants you to enjoy yourself, but he doesn't want you getting hurt or accidentally hurting anyone else.

You would bring a special sort of light to his darkness. While he dwells in the darkness, you help him realize that sometimes, seeing light within the darkness is good, and that there is light within him, too.

[oracles]

21 questions🌻

answer 21 questions and tag 21 people you want to know better

tagged by: @sarawakiians ( thank you, natasha! ♡ )

nicknames: unfortunately my name makes it difficult to have nicknames so i don’t really have any. way back when, some online friends used to call me ‘masha’ but it didn’t really stick (plus, with the technical pronunciation of my name, it doesn’t work)

zodiac sign: gemini sun / pisces moon / leo rising (someone analyze this and tell me who i am)

height: 5′7″-ish. i haven’t measured myself in a while

hogwarts house: most of the time, slytherin (though i also get ravenclaw pretty frequently)

the last thing i googled: i was looking up that heart text symbol i used at the top because i like the Aesthetic of that hollow one

favorite musicians: too many .... there’s TOO many, i couldn’t even begin to name them all. y’all already know bts are up there. i will say a new artist i’ve been into lately is rina sawayama, everyone check her out!

song stuck in your head: run the streets by dean (there’s so many random songs playing around in my head at any given moment so that’s one)

following: 212 (i wanna follow more tbh)

followers: 714 (i’ve been stuck in this range ever since i started posting more kpop on main as well as my usual content but it’s fine ... at least im posting what i want dkjhjkgg)

do you get asks: not really, no

amount of sleep: generally around 5-6 hours but now that it’s summer i sleep in a lot so sometimes it’s more around 9-10. ramadan also makes me more lethargic so i sleep in more because of that as well

lucky number: it’s not a lucky number but i really like the number 2 (and by that logic, 22 as well)

what you’re wearing: an orange colored salwar kameez set

dream job: i’ll be honest, i don’t know. i kinda don’t even want a job. just something that i’m content with and that pays well

dream trip: it’d be kinda legendary if i could travel around the world so i don’t really have a specific place in mind. i just wanna travel with my friends so the company is what matters more to me

instruments: i can play the flute -- i’ve played it for like five years but it’s been a while so i’m very rusty. i can’t read music as well anymore so that’s kinda sad, i wanna get back into it again

languages: urdu was actually my first language but i’m much better at english. so those are my two main languages. i can understand punjabi as well but when i actually speak, it’s more just urdu. aside from those, i know some french and asl. (im not counting the bare minimum i know in other languages like spanish and korean, etc etc). there’s so many languages i wanna learn aaa !!!!

favourite songs: again, this is like impossible for me since i have SO many favorite songs, i can’t possibly list them all here. one of my emotional support songs is diphylleia grayi (skeleton flower) by jonghyun so i rec that one, for sure!

random fact:��apparently, i learned the alphabet from wheel of fortune. probably not just because of that, but my grandma enjoyed watching that a lot and as stated, english wasn’t my first language so . there we have it

aesthetic: probably just soft and pink. im a big aesthetic lover so i love practically anything but considering i literally have a primarily pink aesthetic blog, i figured that deserved to be mentioned

tagging:

@forever-and-almost-always @mygkths @homejimin @btmans @spideygwen @6ondry @floral-hobi @tessatompsons @sapplho @bistephs @nedfelix @minseokkim @khaleesidaenerys @gaydaisyridleys @gothpanic @pr0misejm @hermionegraner @maggiemurdock @penumbvra @newdivinities @raplinewithluv

[mocharoll]

21 Questions

Answer 21 questions and tag 21 people you want to know better.

Tagged by: the lovely @treefin <3 It’s been such a long time I had one of these and I really appreciate it! Thank you!!

Nicknames: I have a few! But Zeycorgs is what we usually use. It’s an amalgam of my name and “corgi”, in honour of my previous tumblr handle (someone on this site recommended that and I’ve been using it ever since. If they’re reading this, message me?! I’m hardly called by my real name anymore!) I’ve also got the classic Zeyno.

There’s also some gems that come up every once in a while, which are mostly inspired by my misspelled/warped name. To give some examples: Zeynop, Zoynop, Zeynek, Zeyper, and, my newest favourite, Zoypor

Zodiac Sign: Leo! Once you’re through the Libra rising exterior, unmistakeably a Leo.

Height: 170 cm

Hogwarts House: Slytherin, Ravenclaw comes a close second.

The last thing I googled: “tv tropes story gen”. It gives you some tropes you can build the foundation of a story from. I use it to practice!

Favorite musicians: Hmm! I’m with treefin on this one, I like a lot of different stuff I can’t easily pinpoint. I’ve a soft spot for indie/folk/soft ™. But for bands Fleetwood Mac, Queen, Duman (Turkish rock band. I know, a classic. But they’re really good!), KALEO, Pendulum, Breaking Benjamin, ABBA come first to mind. Love Hans Zimmer’s, Alexandre Desplat and Craig Armstrong’s music. I’m looking into Feist atm. Been a fan of Bach, Mozart and Vivaldi for allegedly 18 years.!

Some song stuck in my head: Charlie Cunningham- Minimum

Following: 693, a chunk of them being mutuals 

Followers: 242 (Love you guys! And I think most of the porn bots following are gone, so I say that with only a pinch of hesitation.!)

Do you get asks: Every once in a while a few years ago. Now, not so much. So again, thank you Tree!

Amount of sleep: On average I get a healthy amount (8 for me).

Exam weeks/abrupt schedule changes/unexpected early classes/day before presentations/occasional unbridled anxiety: *happen*

Me: *Surprised Pikachu face*

Lucky number: No idea whatsoever. I like 7 and 5 for some reason!

What you’re wearing: white v-neck t-shirt, plaid pajama pants and blue fluffy socks (I’m at home!)

Dream job: Honestly, anything that I’ll be happy doing. Though I’ve always felt like it’s going to end up being science/medical related. Whatever I’ll end up doing though, I don’t think I’ll ever give up on writing.

Dream trip: I saw most of (Western/Central) Europe so hm.. Scandinavia, Russia, South Africa, Australia/New Zealand, Thailand, South and North America. So… Every continent?! I hope I’ll have enough time to see all these places.

Instruments: Piano (mediocre), but I can’t read notes if my life depended on it. I prefer tackling it by ear.

Languages: Turkish, English, French (rusty) and Spanish (smol)

Favorite songs: Hm! Well the matter of all time favourites is always tricky, but songs I always go back to are Dead Letter Circus’ Tremors (found it in a Dishonored music video?!<3), This is the Kit’s Bashed Out (found it while looking for my Crime and Punishment playlist!), Wye Oak’s Civilian, KALEO’s All the Pretty Girls/ Broken Bones/ Way Down We Go, Fleetwood Mac’s Gold Dust Woman, Beatles’ Hey Jude, Coldplay’s Violet Hill, Pendulum’s Crush, Madonna/David Guetta’s Revolver, Eddie Vedder’s Society and, if it counts, Cloak and Dagger from TW3’s soundtrack!

Random fact: Since Tree went towards the idea of spooks, I might as well go along with that! I’m claustrophobic- can’t be in smol places, can’t look at smol places, thinking about them isn’t too pleasant, sitting at corners or right against the wall is not ideal. Prolonged exposure may result in at best dizziness and/or shortness of breath, at worst a panic attack. Ugh!

MRIs are surprisingly okay since it’s not my whole body, and the medical science behind it quirks my interest more than it provokes my fight-or-flight mechanism.!

Aesthetic: Hm... Well I too prefer being cozy and comfy rather than go for a specific look, but I wear some sort of shawl or scarf around my neck (it’s windy here!), earrings and red lipstick (whatever shade, but the redder, the better!) most of the time.

Thanks for coming to my Ted talk! I’ll be tagging people I’ve tagged in previous asks (I’d love to hear from them, it’s been too long since we spoke. But I’m thinking about you!) as well as the ones I want to get to know better!

@cutebutsatanic @theebonhawke  @rinnclear @panda-with-problems @cheesecake-for-dayz @camelotscryer @certified-toad-chauffeur @misscopperspoon @baymax73 @factorykat @auberfeee (BABE HOW. ARE. YA!) @gildedglass @ortegatrash @elfrootelf @preciousgems308@igotthisenergybeneathmyfeet @trans-corvo @take-my-up-votes @sankt-julius @galadrielkenobi @hirvitank @imperatorsapphiosa @im-still-breathing-roses @burntaroundtheedges @thessalian @theearlkindagay @ston-henge @dishonored-pendletwin @severelymagnificentbird 

[cheondae]

blossom (wink wink), dear, dreams, princess and whiffle 💖💖💖

blossom - favourite book/movie/song: o tough one!! i always have more than one? i’m picky and i don’t do well with favourites… sobs… these things all need some loving (and i always forget some, afterwards im like ‘oh but i forgot about ____’)… favourite animated movie is without a doubt anastasia. as for… general movies i guess, if i had to pick just one… i guess id go with wes craven’s scream.moving on to books!! i am super picky with books!!! can never find one i 100% like!!! but i rly enjoyed reading neil gaiman’s american gods. theres also a french book i read earlier this year, called la serpe (the billhook) by philippe jaenada? which i quite enjoyed too!!as for songs… [looks into the distance] i never rly have one? hilarious considering the fact that i am constantly listening to the same goddamn songs over and over again but,, well in any case!! here are four songs ive jammed to over the past months/years (some of these are mvs so beware of flashing, etc.)lu:kus - so into u (a timeless bop) // the neighbourhood - a little death (i recommend not listening to this one out loud, the lyrics are , interesting) // julio iglesias - la mer (the sea) // chagrin d’amour - chacun fait (c’qui lui plaît) (everyone does (whatever they want)) (chagrin d’amour means heartache)

dear - zodiac sign: aries & tiger!!

dreams - do you want or have any tattoos: don’t have any and don’t want any!! i did though fantasize about getting some when i was a teenager (i dont think i had designs in mind though?) –still do from time to time tbh, but im not quite as fond of the idea as i used to be. i think if i ever got one itd be a rly minimalistic design, like some kind of small line/cube or something

princess - do you play any instruments? if not, are there any you wish you could play: im vvv rusty but i can play the transverse flute and the drums!!

whiffle - if you could have a magical power, what would it be: 🤔 what indeed. the ability to stop time à la piper in charmed sounds kinda cool?

[waiting-among-the-stars]

Among the Stars: Chapter One, Part Two

A small gasp from Indie, and the smaller man was whirling about, the flashlight’s beam flailing about wildly. Quickly, Rusty moved behind him and settled his hands on his shoulders.

“Easy, Indie. Easy.. It’s gone for now.” Giving his shoulders a reassuring squeeze, he then took his hand and nudged him toward the door. “How ‘bout I walk you back to the barracks, yeah?” Indie nodded, taking a deep breath and trying to calm his panic. He had no reason to be afraid, Rusty was right here with him. However, the thought did cross the captain’s mind that.. Well, with Indie here, he didn’t actually have a real witness if he did end up dead. If the imposters were quiet enough killers, which he had known them to be in the past, then Indie wouldn’t notice a damn thing.

“Sorry..”

“What for?” Indie shook his head, and was silent, leaving Rusty just genuinely confused, despite repeated attempts at getting an answer. Had he imagined the apology then? No, he knew he’d heard him.. Right? The trip to the barracks was easy, and relatively short compared to the trip from navigation, but.. He couldn’t help but find himself still glancing around at the vents, and peeking around every dark corner.

“You’re nervous.”

“What? No. No, I’m just making sure we aren’t being followed.”

“With all due respect, Captain. I’m blind, not stupid.” He could feel the captain’s pulse vibrating against his palm, and felt every minute shift in movement and behavior. If there was one thing that Indie’s loss of sight had truly blessed him with, it was an incredible tactile sense of the world. Touch was his best asset, alongside his hearing. Couple that with an intelligent mind, and maybe that was why Indie had been allowed on this mission in the first place.

“I didn’t say that.”

“No, but everyone treats me like it.” A sigh, and Indie turned towards the barracks’ doors, reaching a hand out to feel his way. “I may be bad at visual tasks, but that doesn’t mean I don’t pick up on other things. Good night, Rusty.” A few careful taps on the keypad, and the door to Shade’s room slid open, Shade himself standing by the bed, half-dressed and looking like he’d been ready to run all throughout the ship in search of Indie. He regained his composure quickly, however, putting his hand on his shoulder, and giving a nod to Rusty.

“Captain.” And then the door closed again, leaving Rusty by himself in the halls. With a sigh, a mildly furrowed brow, and a shake of his head, the captain too made his way to bed for now, though not without a while of restless shifting back and forth, and the setting of a few traps around his room. Soon though, sleep claimed him too, and all was quiet for the time being aboard their ship.

“Gooood morning, everybody! This is your ship’s cook Honey Aurel here! The time is o-seven-hundred hours, and breakfast is served in the mess hall! Today’s menu is omelettes, sausage, bacon, and some eggless french toast and banana pancakes for the vegetarians! Enjoy your meal, and let’s make this a productive day!” Indigo was slow to rouse himself from slumber as Honey’s voice rang out over the PA system, and he sluggishly wormed his way out of Shade’s protective hold, blinking blearily at nothing. Shade took a moment to pull himself out of bed too, stretching a bit and yawning. It wasn’t long though before they were both dressed and joining everyone in the mess hall. Indie only paused for a moment or two before he made his way to the table, feeling his way along, and feeling Shade’s hand gently guiding him.

Indie settled himself in his seat, Shade slumping down at his left, and finally the hand left him, leaving him to guess at the world mostly alone. The distinctive, uneven tap-clank, tap-clank alerted him to Honey’s approach, as well as the tapping scrape of a plate being set down, to indicate the cook had put food in front of him.

“Cheese omelette with red peppers, chives, and tomatoes, along with a solid helping of sausage and bacon.” Honey’s voice was steady and even, with a laugh held just barely at the back of his throat. Indie lifted his head to acknowledge- He didn’t make it far before his head made fairly distinct contact with the cook’s chest. Paled eyes widened, and his eyebrows raised, before Indie ducked his head down again, choosing instead to occupy himself with the long, still somewhat tangled, ponytail that cascaded across his shoulder. He tried to focus himself on attempting to braid it, but with of course no success. A chuckle from Honey, and a hand pat his shoulder.

“My bad, Indie. Got a little too close again, didn’t I.” Tap-clank, tap-clank, tap-clank. His footsteps moved away, and Indie turned his attention instead to locating his plate and utensils, and the omelette was his first victim.

“Mm! You’ve really outdone yourself this time, Honey!” Rose, alerting Indie to be seated at his right, always one to offer praise and never afraid to lend a hand if he needed it. “I don’t think I’ve ever had better pancakes!”

“Aw, Rosie-girl, you’re making me blush!”

“I’m serious! You’ve gotta tell me what’s your secret!”

“‘ey, c’mon, girl. Let ‘im have his mysteries.” And that was Buck, seated across the table from him. “You ladies get to have all your little secrets and clever mysteries, not a wink to askin’ ‘bout ‘em, but the minute a man’s got ‘em, you’re dying to know.” Indie blinked a moment, considering it, but.. No. No, that didn’t make a whole lot of sense. Did it?

“Shove it, Buck, no one gives two shits about your rock collection.” Silver, three seats down from Buck at the right. He wasn’t much taller than Indie himself, but he was certainly a lot more aggressive and moody. Perhaps he was a perfect example of why some people liked to joke that short people were closer to hell. The sound of mild shuffling on the other side of Rose, then something wet hitting against skin.

“Hey! Try that again, River, I fucking dare you!”

“Oh, yeah? And what are you gonna do about it, Shortstop?”

“Don’t call me that!”

“Don’t call you what? Shortstop?”

“Fuck you!”

“Oh, you just wish you could, little man, but you don’t measure up.” Indie was content to just tune it all out at this point. Arguments between Silver and River were pretty much expected by now. She liked to tease, and he had a short fuse. Sure, they all could tell him just to stop giving her the reactions she was after, and often Skylar did try to advise him to do just that, but it never seemed to last long. Silver Blanche was like a time bomb ready to explode at any minute, and River Lochland was always there to set him off.

“All right, alright, that’s enough of that. You gotta stop aggravating him, Riv.” Honey’s even temper and charming optimism was honestly a gift. “One of these days he’s going to get even.”

“He just makes it too easy.”

“Easy’s boring, though. Pick a better target than the yapping dog. He’ll wear himself out chasing his own tail anyway.”

“The fuck did you just call me?!”

“Oooh~ Indie’s packing heat this morning, and Silver just got burned!”

“Indie, I will not hesitate to punch out a blind man!” A shift of a chair at his left, and Indie knew Shade was on his feet now, no doubt towering over Silver as was his way of things. Before anyone else could make a move, however, it was Rusty who spoke next. 

“I’m calling for a meeting..” It was with a grave solemnity that he spoke, and everyone at the table fell silent. Any arguments already forgotten, Shade settling himself back in his seat as the captain continued. “At thirteen-hundred hours, I expect everyone back here to deal with an important matter at hand. Anyone who doesn’t show, had better either be dead, or have a damn good excuse why not.” A shuffling of a plate and utensils, and the small slide of a chair, and Rusty’s footsteps departed from the mess hall. Still silence lingered.

They all understood what it meant when Rusty was serious about a meeting like that. He was their veteran on board, and as such, he was the most trusted to take any possible threats seriously. Their silence seemed to stretch on forever, before finally it was Skylar who spoke.

“Was there an attack? From one of those things?”

“Can’t be. We’re all here and accounted for.” Rose shifted just a bit closer, gently taking Indie’s hand in hers. “So.. it can’t be that someone was killed..”

“Could be about the boilers..” Forest now.

“What about the boilers?”

“Talked to him last night. Indie heard something in the boiler room, and he reported it to Rusty. Dunno what happened from there. I’d already gone to bed when I got told about it.”

“Yeah, I ain’t likin’ the sound of that..” It was as if the air around them had turned heavy and cold, just Rusty’s words leaving them all chilled.

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[sadrien]

Ok so YES I love the long distance internet friends au but consider! Long distance wrong number au

honestly anon, thank you so much for this tonight. 

i took long distance and made it loooooong distance to the point where it probably doesn’t make sense, but ~~suspension of disbelief~~

texts between adrien and the mystery person (wow i wonder who) are in italics because theyre in french. also i didnt want to bother anyone so ‘numéro inconnu’ is from google translate so im sorry for….that

finally i tried to streamline how i do texts for this just because the way i do texts is usually a lot clunkier? so it looks more like wanna chat but isnt in like….the contact names are still what the other person would see? like when it says pretty boy thats ninos contact name for adrien and—

frick just tell me if its too confusing and tell me how to fix it im really tired

[on ao3 in case the read more is a butt and wont open]

2:51 PM unknown number: Did this work????? unknown number: a;slkdfjadj its me btw unknown number: I mean duh its me who else would it be unknown number: If you screenshot this conversation al I swear to go d Ill kill you

Adrien squints at his phone. Not only does he not know this number, but the text are in French. That’s…unusual. He thinks that it’s a lucky coincidence that his father is from France and insisted he learned the language before replying.

2:52 PM numéro inconnu: I think you might have the wrong number. numéro inconnu: Sorry if my French is bad I don’t speak it often and I write it even less

unknown number: Ohmogd unknown number: IM SOSO RRY  IDNT MEAN OT unknown number: AHHHHH I MUSTCE TYPED IT IN WRONG???????? unknown number: Im sorry IM osrry Im sorry Im s orry Im sorry!!!!!!!!!! ; ^ ;

It takes Adrien a minute to translate the texts with the typos. He’s not nearly as fluent as he thought he was. His dad will be thrilled about that. Maybe he needs to mention to Nathalie that starting Chinese has left him a little rusty with his French…

Not that this is going to be a thing. Because it’s not. He’s not going to keep texting some random stranger from— Wait a minute.

2:54 PM numéro inconnu: On the off chance of sounding really stalkery numéro inconnu: (I’m not sure if that’s the right word, I had to use Google Translate) numéro inconnu: Do you live in France?

Yup. That question is just as creepy as it sounded in his head. Adrien spins slowly in his chair as he waits for a response, completely disregarding the homework he needs to have done before he leaves for fencing.

2:57 PM unknown number: Ummm unknown number: I dont know if i should be telling you this random stranger I texted by accident unknown number: But seeing that its a big country unknown number: ANd idk how youd find me to like murder me or something unknown number: Yes. Im from France unknown number: Why??

3:01 PM numéro inconnu: It’s just that numéro inconnu: I live in the United States so… numéro inconnu: I’m trying to figure out how you got a wrong number that…wrong numéro inconnu: That sounded mean I’m sorry!!!!!!!

Adrien puts down his phone and groans. Scaring people off from literally an ocean away. He’s always known he’s not the greatest at socializing but this is some next level shit. He stares at his darkened phone screen for a minute before deciding that whoever he’s been texting is probably extremely weirded out and won’t be replying.

He’s strangely disappointed by that.

And while he could go back to doing physics work, he’s not going to. Because now he’s distracted and he doesn’t really want to be thinking about sound waves right now. Maybe in like fifteen minute, because sound waves are cool and add a whole new layer to music that he kind of loves, but not right this second.

The next time his chair spins past the desk, he grabs his phone and pulls up his conversation with Nino.

3:09 PM pretty boy: Have you ever been texted by someone who has the wrong number before?

duuuude: yup duuuude: it was weird af duuuude: didnt turn into a full convo cause they never responded

pretty boy: What did they send?

duuuude: a rad horse painting and the message ‘jen painted another horse’

pretty boy: Ok wow yeah that is kind of weird

duuuude: yeah i didnt respond duuuude: but then the next day they asked about florida?? and flooding??? and were like yo have you seen or called anyone and i was like oh shit i should probably respond because this seems important incase theyre looking for someone

pretty boy: Yeah that sounds like a smart move pretty boy: Did you ever hear back from them

duuuude: nah duuuude: unfortunate too i wouldve loved to see more horse drawings duuuude: anyway that was kinda a random question any reason why you ask?

pretty boy: I got a text from a wrong number pretty boy: From France

duuuude: what the fuck duuuude: bruh international texting fees duuuude: good thing youre rich my dude

pretty boy: Nah it’s ok it was all iMessage

duuuude: bless duuuude: so was it like duuuude: in french

pretty boy: Yup

duuuude: aw man you lucked out duuuude: is it like a full conversaiton??

pretty boy: Idk they haven’t responded in like 15 minutes pretty boy: It was nice while it lasted

duuuude: :/ rip

Adrien blinks in surprise when a notification from the unknown number pops up at the top of the screen. He clicks it immediately, not even reading any of the text before he does.

3:27 PM unknown number: I dont?????? KNow???????????? unknown number: My friend got a new phone and wrote her number on my arm but her writing is always kinda a mess and also I smudged the numbers because IM a mess and I unknown number: Somehow???? unknown number: PLUS I managed to add the us country code????

numéro inconnu: Well I’m pretty sure that’s just a 1 so that’s understandable

unknown number: And any other numbers I needed??? Hwo did I?? unknown number: I don t know how I did it D: unknown number: Ohmy god and I just realized you probably dont want a million texts from a total stranger in a language you barely speak?? unknown number: IM SO SORRY ILL STOP NOW unknown number: YOU SEEM REALLY NICE SORRY FOR WASTING YORU TIME unknown number: OK BYE

3:36 PM numéro inconnu: It’s fine! numéro inconnu: My dad is actually from Paris so I do know French numéro inconnu: I can’t really say I’m totally fluent in it but I spoke it a lot when I was little numéro inconnu: This is good practice! numéro inconnu: And you’re weren’t wasting my time at all, I promise

Good going, Agreste, he thinks to himself. Over enthusiastic and weird. He tries not to think about it too much and goes back to physics. Physics with its constant equations and complex numbers and waves and waves and waves and waves. It gets a little easier when he’s able to connect it to something he knows. He can hear frequency in his music and beats when he tries to tune instruments. He finds his fingers itching to spread across the black and white piano keys and lose themselves in the music.

By the time Nathalie is calling him for fencing, he’s mostly forgotten about the conversation he had with the stranger across the sea. Not entirely, it’s still in the back of his mind, but he’s moved past the disappointment of likely never speaking to them again. While he’s fencing, his mind has no room for those thoughts and he throws them away. He won’t be needing them again.

When Adrien checks his phone after practice for schedule updates from Nathalie or texts about the weekend from Nino, he finds a single text in French at the bottom of his pile of notifications.

He can’t stop himself from smiling as he opens it. He’s not exactly sure what time it is in France right now, he assumes it’s fairly late and doesn’t expect a response anytime soon, but he replies quickly anyway. His reply is short and simple, but he doesn’t know what else to say, so it’ll have to be enough for now.

Maybe this is a one time thing. Maybe it isn’t. He’d like it to be the latter, but right now, he’s just winging it.

4:02 PM unknown number: Well if youre really really sure… I mean I wouldnt be talking to you often obviously!!! But it might be cool to know more about America? Ive always wanted to visit and wow this probably is super weird and Im so sorry for that like this conversation hasnt been weird enough already ahahahhhhhhhhh but um. I just mean to say that if you wanted to maybe keep talking I wouldnt mind?

5:19 PM numéro inconnu: I’d love to keep talking if you want to! :)