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secondhand-lions · 6 hours

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OC SPEECH MANNERISMS YAYYY

thanks for the tag @typosandtea !!

zero-pressure tags: @beentobeetle @mango-parfait @jumbledbee @falloutnewnobody

Constantine (sosu) (he/him, nothing else) (boring but real)

NO. OF SPOKEN LANGUAGES: 1 / 2 / 3 (boring. can piece together French/Spanish, wouldn't be able to speak it)

TONE OF VOICE: high / average / deep

ACCENT: Yes / No I can't decide lmao

DEMEANOR: confident / shy / approachable / hostile / other (pretty approachable! he's just agoraphobic and weary)

POSTURE: slumped / straight / stiff / relaxed

HABITS: head tilting / swaying / fidgeting / stuttering / gesturing / arm crossing / strokes chin / er, um, or other interjections / plays with hair or clothing / hands at hips / inconsistent eye contact / maintains eye contact / frequent pausing / stands close / stands at a distance

COMPLEXITY

VOCABULARY: ⬤⬤⬤⬤〇 (he's pretty smart! most of his knowledge is sorta specialized, though, so there's not a whole lot of opportunity to use Big Words)

EMOTION: ⬤⬤⬤〇〇 (around average, but tends to expresses more emotion through body language/facial expression)

SENTENCE STRUCTURE: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤ (he's been trained to be Quick and Succinct)

PROFANITY

FREQUENCY: ⬤⬤⬤〇〇 (try as he might to be pg-13, he does swear under his breath/without realizing)

CREATIVITY (in regards to profanity): ⬤〇〇〇〇 (gets creative with insults but it's really nothing special)

BOLD ALL THAT APPLY: arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck. horseshit. motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. son of a bitch. twat. wanker. pussy.

IMPORTANT QUESTIONS

DO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME HEARING OR UNDERSTANDING YOUR CHARACTER? - almost always / frequently / rarely / never

DOES YOUR CHARACTER'S INTENDED POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never. (again, trained to do this, but in casual conversation he sometimes rambles/stutters/spaces out)

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER INITIATE CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER USE 'WHOM' IN A SENTENCE? - yes / no / only ironically

YOUR CHARACTER WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT. WHAT WORD DO THEY USE? - but / though / although / however / perhaps / mayhaps.

HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER END CONVERSATIONS? - walk away / ask if that's everything / say that's everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they're done here / remain quiet / they don't.

WHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR CHARACTER BELONGS TO, HEARING THEM SPEAK? - upper / middle / lower.

IN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR CHARACTER SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS? - accent / vocabulary / tone / level / politeness / brusqueness / it doesn't. (when defensive, he starts to fluctuate between formalities and sarcasm)

Sirenity (courier six) (he/she/they/any, usually in that order)

NO. OF SPOKEN LANGUAGES: 1 / 2 / 3 (fluent in english, esperanto, and spanish! conversationally fluent in french and latin, slightly less so in the various languages of Zion, and knows words/common phrases in arabic, japanese, chinese, korean, etc. etc., but having a conversation in those would be a struggle. can read in the International Phonetic Alphabet, picks up multilingual dictionaries whenever they can)

TONE OF VOICE: high / average / deep (they're an insanely good mimic. usually averages out to a neutral tone in casual conversation, but frequently changes pitch whenever it strikes their fancy :) )

ACCENT: Yes / No (southern United States)

DEMEANOR: confident / shy / approachable / hostile / other

POSTURE: slumped / straight / stiff / relaxed

HABITS: head tilting / swaying / fidgeting / stuttering / gesturing / arm crossing / strokes chin / er, um, or other interjections (ok, like, uh, whistles, poetry/song lyrics/literary quotes) / plays with hair or clothing / hands at hips / inconsistent eye contact / maintains eye contact / frequent pausing / stands close / stands at a distance (The Benny Incident hit the part of her brain that does language/sentence structure, as well as fucking up a whole lot more stuff. more on that later, important part here is that she takes a longer time putting sentences together, struggles to make sentences without interjections, and kinda has to move to think)

COMPLEXITY

VOCABULARY: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤ (dyslexia be dammed my boy can retain words. she's got a very large definition of what "courier work" is, and verbal messages land very firmly within that definition, so he's really really good at remembering a word once it's said to them.)

EMOTION: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤ (so genuine it's painful)

SENTENCE STRUCTURE: ⬤◐〇〇〇 (yayyyyy i get to talk more about Sirenity's inability to make sentences good! part of it is just the language use of the area, but most of it is The Benny Incident crossing wires, loosening screws, and stealing marbles. they're so bad at this. it's not the worst it could be! he's still very understandable! he just takes a while and sometimes his joining words and subject/verb/object order gets jumbled. and sometimes she has to walk away in the middle of a sentence and say an entire poem to herself. and sometimes she has to say a word in every other language they know. and sometimes she just has to say a bunch of words and hope to god whoever they're talking to can piece together what the sentence was supposed to be. it's bad. NONE of that features when they're delivering a verbal message as part of a 'job' or mimicking someone else, though. "but secondhand!," you say, "couldn't they just mimic someone else to get their sentence out?" and to that, I say, "that's a really good idea but unfortunately they find the idea morally icky and they're a REALLY genuine person so even if they didn't think it was morally icky, they'd still be really uncomfortable with it")

PROFANITY

FREQUENCY: ⬤⬤⬤⬤〇 (not every other word, but quite frequent!)

CREATIVITY (in regards to profanity): ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

BOLD ALL THAT APPLY: arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck (fucking, fucked, fucky, fuckass, shitfuck... by far his favourite curse word). horseshit (bullshit, dogshit...). motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. son of a bitch. twat. wanker. pussy (not as an insult! just as a crude word).

IMPORTANT QUESTIONS

DO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME HEARING OR UNDERSTANDING YOUR CHARACTER? - almost always / frequently / rarely / never (delivering a message? not at all, unless the message is incoherent. casual conversation? it happens. are they stressed or excited? oh, wow, expect gaps and interjections and other Sirenity-isms)

DOES YOUR CHARACTER'S INTENDED POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never. (now, you may be thinking, "secondhand! you literally just went on tangents about how bad Sirenity is at sentences! this answer is contradictory!" and to that, I say, "astute observation! the keywords (in specifically my previous note) are 'casual' and 'stressed'. remember way back at the top of Sirenity's section where their demeanour is 'confident'? that isn't unfounded. in the slightest. they have their shit TOGETHER. they're damn good at what they do and know it. their JOB is COMMUNICATION! it takes a fucking lot to frazzle them. he's really good at talking to people on their level!)

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER INITIATE CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / never. (comes with the job)

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never. (again, his entire job is communication. would only ever end a conversation if the other person was being REALLY mean AND kept circling back on the same topics.)

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER USE 'WHOM' IN A SENTENCE? - yes / no / only ironically

YOUR CHARACTER WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT. WHAT WORD DO THEY USE? - but / though + although + however (if they're offering a counterpoint to their own sentence) / perhaps + mayhaps (for the bit).

HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER END CONVERSATIONS? - walk away / ask if that's everything / say that's everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they're done here / remain quiet (this would be because they need to think) / they don't.

WHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR CHARACTER BELONGS TO, HEARING THEM SPEAK? - upper / middle / lower. (uses really simple sentences in casual conversation, accent, word use)

IN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR CHARACTER SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS? - accent / vocabulary / tone / level / politeness / brusqueness / it doesn't. (depends who they're speaking to! he can be quite rude but shockingly polite. speech 90 barter currently ~85 iirc. can and will talk herself in and out of situations. i think the key takeaway of the way she speaks is how genuine she is. so so so genuine. not incapable of lying but definitely doesn't like it and will often automatically correct an accidental lie.)

#i put a lot more thought into how one of these guys talks lmao #can you tell which one? betcha can't there's definitely the same amount of content in both of these #courier sirenity #constantine (sosu)#this was really really fun!! thank you for the tag!

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sunriseverse · 7 months

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For your show ask/list....uh...5, 15, 23?

5: kinnporsche

god, kinnporsche.........i'll be upfront, i have yet to finish it just because each episode requires both a large time and mental attention commitment, but. it's absolutely gorgeous in terms of cinematography, especially on the budget they were on, and the acting and writing are both very solid. i think it's a really good example of how a common trope (bodyguard mafia romance) can be elevated above the rest of the media it shares its roots with through attention to and love of the craft on the part of everyone involved. there's a reason kinnporsche is, like, the only thai bl, or really bl period, that i can think of that has a fanbase that's still going strong not only for the actors, but for the show, the story. there are bits about it that aren't my favourite thing ever, but i can understand how and why they fit into the plot and the genre that the show is in. also, i've heard some utterly batshit things regarding how it even came to exist (apparently the novel it was based on had a lead based on (the persona of) the actor who plays him in the show???) which is always fun.

15: zhiming youxi/the spirealm

my darling my beloved my sweet sweet love. currently at episode, uhhhhh, 48/78? i really love that each episode is so short, relatively speaking, because it means i can sit down and watch three episodes and not feel too bad about ignoring other things because i've only spent an hour (or.......a bit more, if i'm screencapping for yelling purposes) watching them. i love the acting so much—everyone feels like they're giving their roles their all, and it shows, and i love that. and the chemistry between nanqiu! chemistry is, in my opinion, absolutely key to romantic shows, and even more in censored romantic shows, where they can't supplement the subtext with, well, text. and, god, the cinematography and costuming...........i want to talk to whoever costumed the show and shake their hand profusely—each character has an aesthetic and even if it shifts over the course of the show, it still fits them. and so many characters have memorable ensembles! zhuang rujiao especially, i just adore her costuming to bits. my main complaint about this show is that i wish that the way we wound up with it hadn't cut out the intro credits, because i'm sure they were fabulous.

23: spring fever (2009)

an explicitly gay chinese film? well, yes, actually! (because it's also technically a french film.) the thing about spring fever is that it's..................hard to describe? it's very artistic and atmospheric, but not a lot happens, which i can definitely see as being a drawback for people. i've seen multiple people talk about how confusing it was for them, to which i just shrug and say "kid, sometimes you're not meant to understand art, you're just meant to experience it". i personally think that the way the film is shot is very intentional and well-thought-out, but, uh, i also think that part of that "well-thought-out"ness was to make something that evoked emotion, not necessarily rationality. cons of this film are that it's basically damn near impossible to get your hands on—probably because of the whole mess with it being made while the director was still under censure for a previous work he'd made that pissed off the SARFT (state administration of radio, film, and television), and when i watched it, my reaction was basically "wow. you know, not art i would personally make, but i'm glad someone wanted to make it and now it exists because there's someone out there it'll mean a lot to". also this film features explicit onscreen drag! which i thought was cool.

#ask #ask meme #thanks for the ask! i hope these responses are coherent :)#c.txt

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milarqui · 2 years

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Scarlet Lady: Kung Food

Directory - La Befana

“Of course I know enough Chinese to greet him, Alya! That's not the problem!” Marinette said, going back and forth at her home's main hall, a complete bundle of nerves.

Today, Maman's uncle, Wang Cheng, was coming to Paris. It would make her nervous even if it were just that – but her great uncle was actually a very famous chef, who had come to Paris to participate in an international cooking contest. And, worse of all, he didn't speak French, so she had been forced to brush up her Mandarin with Maman's help.

“So what is the problem?” Alya asked.

“The problem is that I'm so nervous about meeting my world-class great uncle that I keep flubbing the pronunciation!”

“So?”

“So, pronunciation in Chinese is the difference between asking 'How are you' and calling someone a horse!”

“Chill out, M! I know what to do, just hang tight,” she replied, and suddenly the communication stopped.

“... she hung up on me!” Marinette said, shocked at the betrayal.

And, right on cue, someone called on the doorbell.

She opened the door, and saw a man of clear Chinese origin, with close-cut hair, thick eyebrows, a thin moustache and solid complexion. She noticed his resemblance to Maman: clearly, this was her great uncle, Wang Cheng.

“你好,” the man greeted. She was glad she could understand at least a basic sentence as 'hello'.

“Welcome Marinese, you're Chinette!” She internally yelled as she realized she had once more mixed up words. “Agh! I mean – welcome to Marinette's, you're Chinese...?”

Oh, right.

“Ah, er, no, in Mandarin...” she muttered, trying to remember the words. She offered him the bouquet of flowers she held in her hands as she welcomed him. “歡迎來到這個家!”

No good, I'm too nervous!

Her great uncle either didn't seem to notice her nerves or did not pay any mind to it, as he nodded while taking the bouquet.

At least he might appreciate my gi–

And then he plucked one of the roses.

He's destroying it?! He hates me already!!

Not a good beginning.

Still, she bid him inside, and led him to the main hall – where she realized that she now had another problem: with the language barrier, there was no way to even make small talk!

Her great uncle silently thanked her and sat down, leaving everything in an awkward silence that lasted for a couple of minutes before the doorbell rang again.

“I'll get it!” she shouted, eager for something to break the awkwardness, and she all but ran for the door.

“H-Hi Marinette!”

“Adrien?!” she asked, shocked. Here was Adrien, wearing a nice jumper and panting a little.

“Alya called saying you needed someone who speaks Chinese?” And he bowed. “I am at your service!”

“Really?!” God, Alya had saved her, and was sending her a miracle in the form of a friend! “Thank you, Adrien! You sure got here fast too!”

“Oh, uh, I was just in the neighborhood,” he replied.

----

He wasn't going to tell her that he had run all the way from his house.

----

The car meant to take Wang Cheng to the Grand Paris Hotel for the competition arrived, and the two teens piled in with the cook, who sat in the middle of the backseat.

“程師傅, 你是第一次來巴黎嗎?” Adrien asked. Marinette wasn't certain, but she thought he was asking about coming to Paris for the first time.

“哦, 我很久以前來過一次,” Wang Cheng replied.

Something about being here before?

“You speak very well!”

Marinette felt her eyes were about to pop out, because that had been her great uncle who had spoken.

“Much better than my French,” Wang Cheng continued, unaware of the whiplash he had just given her.

“I didn't know you spoke French!” Adrien said, just as surprised as she was.

“Very bad! My French is very bad!” Wang Cheng replied, apologetically.

Marinette pouted. All this fear that she would screw up, and it turned out that her great uncle could speak French just fine?

“Mood.”

----

“On 'The World's Greatest Chef', the best culinary masters from around the globe have been blowing our minds with their creations!” the speaker stated, clearly passionate about the event, as the view of the Grand Paris Hotel switched to the arrival of Wang Cheng and his companions. “Only one will win the title of World's Greatest Chef! The winner's dish will also become the new Mayor's Special at Le Grand Paris' menu!”

----

“Cheng Shifu!” the mayor said. “It's a joy and an honor to have you on the show's finale!”

Marinette looked awkwardly; the mess with Rogercop and the man's utter lack of initiative during Darkblade's attack were still in her mind. Never mind everything about Chloé.

“It's so uncomfortable when he's nice. He even called him Shifu!” she said, and Adrien nodded in agreement. “Sorry for wasting your time, Adrien. Maman never told me he spoke French...”

“Hey, I got to practice my Chinese!” he said. He was so nice, seeing the silver lining in most things! “And I got to see you.”

Before she could react to that, came the world's earsore, just as painful as it was during classroom time.

“O-ho! So it's your uncle competing, Marinette Dupain-Cheng?” Chloé said. “Only a loser would try to compete with soup! As a judge, I'll be sure to fail him~”

Chloé was a judge? If she didn't know the Mayor, she would have wondered what the hell the Mayor was smoking. Instead, she just turned up the heat.

“Well, it's a good thing there are 4 other judges with better taste than you!” she shouted, poking Chloé on the chest.

“Hey! Adrien, are you gonna let her talk to me like that?!”

Adrien looked on, arms crossed, and looking at Chloé with confusion.

“Did she say something wrong?”

She could have kissed him for that.

“Ugh! You're gonna regret this!” Chloé screamed, and she went back into the hotel, leaving them alone.

----

“I think Cheng Shifu would be proud of you defending him,” he told Marinette, who looked aside, clearly unhappy about something.

“Actually, I don't think he likes me,” she replied. “He didn't talk until you came and he ripped up my gift...”

He had seen the man keeping some flower petals in his pocket, but he hadn't realized they actually came from Marinette. This was something he needed to correct, stat!

“No way! Cheng Shifu said he improvises with 'fateful things' that come his way!” he said, remembering an interview from the program. “He plans on using the flowers in his soup!”

“Really?” she said, recovering her smile, and Adrien knew he had succeeded.

“Of course! Besides, who wouldn't love you?”

“Uh, Chloé, Scarlet Lady, jury's still out on your dad...”

Welp, that question had backfired.

“I meant people with taste.”

----

“A-chooo!” Gabriel violently sneezed, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the design he had been working on was now covered in saliva droplets and a bit of mucus. Grumbling, he put the paper aside, blew his nose on a handkerchief, did his best to clean up the remains, and put another sheet on the desk.

I don't know why, but I'm sure someone is talking about me. And not in a good way.

----

Tikki knew Chloé was about to put yet another of her stupid ideas to task, but, unfortunately, she could tell there were other people around, so she couldn't just come out and find out herself: she had to guide herself by what Chloé was saying.

“M. Cheng? Marinette's looking for you,” she said, and Tikki heard heavy footsteps passing by before Chloé left her purse on a table. “Let's see if the judges like this soup after this!”

When she came out, she saw Chloé holding two large jars, one containing pepper, the other salt – and pouring them into what she presumed was Marinette's uncle's soup.

How petty can Chloé be?! Tikki thought, flying at Chloé in an attempt to halt her.

“Chloé! You can't just–!”

“Shut up, Tikki!”

Her lips suddenly sealed up, preventing her from continuing to speak, and she mentally cursed the literal-mindedness of the magic that forced her to obey (most of) her wielder's commands.

“This is what Dupain-Cheng gets!” Chloé declared, ignoring her as she tried – in vain – to get rid of the seal, rolling all over the table. “Huh, I didn't think you'd actually shut up!”

Tikki also felt like cursing Chloé.

----

“Time to determine the fate of Cheng Shifu's Celestial Soup!” Alec declared, as the Chinese chef stood before the judges, each of them having a dish full of what he had crafted. “Let's get tasting!”

He was thankful for his great-niece, who not only had done her best to welcome him in spite of her nerves, but also for the inspiration her flowers had given him –

“ECH! It's like kissing the Zombies' singer!” the rocker in the center of the table complained, holding his stomach. “O stars!”

“HUH?!” This couldn't be! He had tasted the soup when it was done, and it was as magnificent as ever!

“It's... inedible,” the chef next to the rocker added. Knowing that a fellow chef – especially someone he knew to be fair and competent – would not lie, he approached the closest dish, the one from the yellow girl, and took a taste.

“ECH!” he said. The taste was horrible! Someone had added so much pepper and salt to this that they overpowered the gentle taste of his Celestial Soup! “I–I never used these ingredients! This is sabotage!”

“But who would do such a thing?” the hotel owner asked.

“It was Chloé,” Marinette's friend intervened.

“Definitely Chloé,” Marinette confirmed, approaching him. “Uncle, you're right. Chloé ruined your soup because I made her mad.”

“Marinette, you didn't make Chloé do anything!” Adrien argued, but it was in vain.

“Shame is mine, not Marinette's,” he stated.

“Uncle...” Marinette tried to add, but it was too late. He had lost.

“I will never be the world's greatest chef.”

He walked back to the kitchen, internally raging about the lost opportunity, the chance of proving his skill wasted because someone had sabotaged his soup. He began to put everything in place for later cleaning -

- but then he saw a purse.

A purse he had seen hanging from the shoulder of the yellow girl when she said Marinette was looking for him.

A purse that had not been there when the soup was served.

A soup that the girl had not tasted – because she had known what had happened.

“Or maybe...” He grabbed the purse, as if trying to crush it between his hands. “Shame is on bratty yellow child!”

----

“Kung Food, I am Hawkmoth.”

“Ah! How are you speaking to me?!” Marinette's uncle shouted.

“Oh no, another foreigner. Now I have to explain myself...”

Inside Chloé's purse, Tikki was terrified. She was witnessing an akumatization in the first line, and there was nothing she could do about it!

Chloé, you idiot, you left me behind!

----

Suddenly, the four people that had eaten the sabotaged soup began to complain of stomach aches.

“Oooo, ouch!” Marlena Césaire twisted in pain.

“FUCK! That hurts!” Jagged Stone shouted.

“Hahaha! You ate my soup, you became my slaves!” a man said. He slightly resembled Wang Cheng, but only slightly – now, he had golden spiky hair atop his head and in his face, thick white eyebrows that seemed like clouds, red paint over his forehead and around his mouth, and skin dark as coal. Almost like a demon from Chinese legends.

Immediately, the afflicted stopped twisting and stood straight.

“Yes, Master,” they replied at the same time, no longer complaining of pain.

“Your first orders – grab the bratty girl!” the Akuma stated, pointing his finger at Chloé, who was speaking on the phone...

“And then, you know what she said?”

… completely unaware of the three people that were about to grab and bundle her up like a turkey for Thanksgiving.

----

I hope Chloé doesn't anger the Akuma and get herself killed before I get there! Tikki thought as she flew through walls and ceilings and tried to find her wielder. As disgusting as it had been to witness her pettiness, she was still the only one that could summon the power to stop the Akuma!

----

Marinette and Adrien watched on one of the screens the transformation her great uncle had undergone, as well as him taking control over the judges and capturing Chloé.

“It's impolite to leave the table without asking!” the Akumatized Wang Cheng exclaimed.

“What?!”

“Seal the exits!”

The two of them ran to the nearest entrance, but the glass was covered on the outside with a thick layer of a orange-ish liquid that had quickly hardened.

“What on Earth–?!” Marinette said.

“It's caramel!” Adrien identified it. “Delicious, but we're stuck now. I'm, uh, gonna look for your uncle.”

“What? Shouldn't we stay together?” Marinette asked. She might dislike horror movies, but she knew well that splitting the group was never a good idea!

“Oh, uh, I thought you could flag down Chat Noir?”

“You think he's really near by?” she asked, surprised, and Adrien nodded.

Closer than you think! he thought.

----

Flagging down her hero was surprisingly easy – just a few moments after splitting off from Adrien, she found Chat Noir, who seemed to have run to arrive.

“Chat Noir! You did get in!”

“Uh, yeah! Now, get somewhere safe while I deal with the Akuma!”

“No way! That's my 舅姥爷!”

“Marinette, think about your safety!”

----

Seeing the strange boy that had suddenly met Marinette, Kung Food had to ask Hawkmoth.

“Who dat?”

“Chat Noir, and Scarlet Lady will be here soon to keep you from finishing your soup!”

“Oh, surprise ingredients!” He turned to the rocker man. “You! Go get them!”

“As you wish!” he said, running like he had come out of some Japanese animation.

“Make sure you get Chat Noir first. Attacking the girl never ends well,” Hawkmoth counseled, and it was clear he was speaking from experience.

----

“You're not going!” he said. Couldn't Marinette see that her safety was paramount?

“Try to stop me!” Apparently not.

The elevator dinged, and the doors opened –

“Your seafood platter has arrived!”

“Jagged Stone?!” he asked. The rocker was carrying a huge club that seemed to be made of fish and shellfish.

And then Jagged swung the club, forcing him to step back.

“Whoa! I only want your autograph, not your appetizers!” he said.

“Sure, I'll carve it into your chest!”

“This scampi happening!”

“Chat, oh my gawd,” Marinette exclaimed.

Not all puns can be winners, ma Princesse!

----

Chloé hung from a rope over the rooftop pool, as the Akuma supervised the transformation of its clean waters into a large, Olympic-sized soup, while the hotel's chef, her father, and the TV guy added the ingredients.

She would have to raise a complaint.

In fact, she was going to do it now!

“This is ridiculous, utterly ridiculous! I have done absolutely nothing to deserve this!” She ignored that her sabotage of the soup might have caused this Akuma. “My hair is going to smell like grease!”

----

As she saw Jagged Stone attempt to brain Chat Noir, Marinette noticed she was near a closet, and remembered two things about her favorite singer: he loved 'rock' n'roll' things, and he hated XY (which she kinda agreed with, XY's music was horrible).

So, she put her hand to the handle, and called out.

“Hey, Jagged Stone! I think XY is more rock'n'roll than you!” She felt like she would have to wash her mouth with soap once they were done.

“What?!” Jagged exclaimed, turning away from Chat Noir to charge at her. “I'll show you rock'n'roll!”

At the last moment, she stepped aside, opening the closet door –

“Whoop~”

“AGH!”

– and paving the way for Jagged Stone to literally crash into the closet.

The moment she closed the door, Chat Noir put a chair right under the handle, preventing it from moving and keeping the rockstar inside.

“Bien joué!” Marinette exclaimed, offering a fist to Chat Noir – which he immediately bumped.

“Okay, you can come,” he said, and she grinned.

“Yay!” Being able to help Chat Noir was awesome!

----

“Hey! Open the door!” the rocker man yelled from within the closet. However, Kung Food could see the chair blocking it, meaning that, unless he sent someone, he would have lost one of his slaves permanently.

Not that he cared.

“Incompetent disciple!” If the rocker man was unable to do his job, then he wasn't worth the effort to liberate. “You, hotel man! Do me honor!”

“As you wish, Master.”

----

Chat Noir led Marinette to the elevator: he had seen the images earlier, and he had noticed that the Akuma had been on the rooftop, so whatever he was planning was likely taking place up there. The elevator was the fastest way there, after all.

But, now that they were relatively safe, he could relax just a bit – and he turned to Marinette.

“You know, Princess, you and me? We could go places,” he said, smiling and giving her a wink.

And Marinette looked aside, with that adorable face-wide blush as she twirled her hair around her finger.

“Uh, well, like, up?” she stumbled, and he realized he was now in uncharted waters.

All the anime he had seen, and never had the girl actually answered this way when the male lead flirted with her! He felt his face also burning up in response.

“I mean, cuz, you know, we're in an elevator, so–”

The elevator suddenly stopped mid-way up with a shake, causing both of them to fall to the floor.

“AGH!”

“OW!”

Oh thank God, Marinette thought.

----

As the doors opened, and both of them stood up, they found another of the guests waiting for them.

“What?!”

“Mayor Bourgeois?!”

The mayor was holding in his hands, of all things, a large string of sausages and potatoes – which he began to wield like they were nunchakus.

“Royal Local Hot Pot, and its giant string of smoked sausages!” André Bourgeois stated.

“AN OPENING!” Chat Noir interrupted, growing his baton so fast that it hit the mayor straight in the face before he could react.

“OOF!”

The mayor collapsed, knocked out, and Chat Noir quickly used the sausage string to tie him up.

“Wow, you got him really good,” Marinette commented.

“No mercy on the battlefield,” Chat Noir replied, before they went back to running up the building.

----

“What an idiot! He's of no use!” Kung Food shouted, angry that the cat boy and Marinette had so easily defeated yet another of his slaved.

“Tell me about it,” Chloé replied. It wasn't the first time she talked smack about her father, so who cared?

“You two, take care of this!”

Alec Cataldi and Marlena Césaire promptly dropped what they had in their hands and ran into the hotel.

That was when Chloé felt something else on her back.

“Chloé!” Tikki whispered.

“Tikki! Where've you been?!”

“Someone left me in the kitchen,” the kwami said in an accusatory tone as she began to undo the knots. “I'll get you out now so you can be Scarlet Lady–”

“NO!” Chloé yelled, making Tikki stop. “I'll drop right into the soup and it'll ruin my hair!”

Tikki looked down at the (somehow) boiling soup, and wondered what had happened to this girl's self-preservation instincts.

Likely died with her good manners.

“You almost have a point there.”

----

Chat Noir began to pull Marinette up through the hole he had opened, as the stairs to this floor were locked and he'd rather not catch the attention of whoever Kung Food sent after them.

“We're almost there. Keep your guard up,” he whispered, and Marinette nodded as she stood up.

DING!

“Oh, great, now what?” he complained.

“The show will begin with a smelly cheese trial!” Alec Cataldi announced, wielding what appeared to be a crossbow that used cheese as ammo, while Alya's mother wielded a bow and an arrow that looked like some kind of cake.

Alec fired his weapon, and Marinette covered herself up – and when the cheese hit her arms, it exploded in a POOF! while releasing a mist.

“Ah! It stings!” Marinette complained; it was a very stinky cheese that had hit her, and the smell was so awful her eyes tried to counter it by producing excessive amounts of tears.

“MARINETTE!”

----

From his hideaway underneath Agreste Mansion, Hawkmoth palmed his face.

He had known this was going to happen. It had been the first thing he had warned Kung Food about when he learned the Cat was on scene.

And yet...

“Dammit, what did I tell you?” he said, still covering his face, because he really, really didn't want to look at what was going on right now.

----

“YOU'LL %$#€ PAY FOR THAT!” Chat Noir yelled, but instead of going after the most recent bane of his existence, he tackled his companion.

“Hey!” Marlena shouted, but he was past caring, and, forcefully grabbing the bow, he fired a cake arrow at Alec's back.

“AGH!”

Alec dropped his crossbow, and with his superhuman strength granted by the Black Cat Miraculous, Chat Noir tossed Marlena at the bald man.

“HYAH!”

“AH!”

With both of Kung Food's last slaves out of combat, he quickly approached Marinette, who was still rubbing her eyes.

“Ow,” she complained, her eyes still crying.

“Marinette! Are you okay?!”

“Yeah, just a little watery.”

He sighed. She would be fine. As fine as one could be when smelling the kind of cheese Plagg liked, that was.

----

Kung Food was now too angry. His last slaves had been put down, and the only thing they had managed to do was to irritate Marinette's eyes slightly! He would have to put his plan in action.

“... I'm gonna cook the girl now,” he declared.

Chloé turned to the Akuma. In spite of everything that had happened so far, she hadn't realized what was the endgame for Kung Food.

“Hah?!”

“Time to add the main ingredient.”

And he began to slice the rope.

“No no no no NOOOO!” Chloé yelled as the rope began to break under the blade's sharp edge.

And, just as the last of the rope was cut –

“Gotcha!”

– Chat Noir jumped to grab her mid-air. Like a hero. Because that was what he was.

“Finally!” Chloé said, not even remotely willing to show any gratefulness even as she touched safe ground. Because that was what she was. “Took you long–”

“Just... just go,” Chat Noir said, pushing her away so he could deal with the Akuma.

With Tikki's help, she finally got rid of the rope keeping her arms tied up, and hid behind a corner.

“Hmph! Time for Scarlet Lady to put him in his place!”

Tikki looked down.

“... you mean the Akuma, right?”

----

“Fear not, everyone, for I have arrived!”

“Aw, man,” Chat Noir sighed. “Cutting it real close this time, Scar.”

He seriously suspected that she had just waited until there was little more to do than fight the Akuma so she could do a 'dramatic' entrance and steal the credit (as always).

“I showed up, didn't I? Lucky Charm!” she said, tossing her yo-yo upwards.

Suddenly, out of what could only be called hammerspace, Kung Food pulled out a sword that was oversized even by anime standards, thrice as large as the Akuma was – and made entirely of pepperoni pizza.

“I'm gonna cook you up real good!” Kung Food declared.

Scarlet Lady didn't even notice the old credit card machine hitting her in the head as it fell.

“STOP! MAKING! WEAPONS!” Scarlet Lady freaked out, hooking her yo-yo around several objects and throwing them at Kung Food, who just deflected them with his gigantic sword.

Meanwhile, Marinette had grabbed the Lucky Charm, which had almost fallen into the soup, and realized that the strip of paper that had been dipped was very sticky yet still tough enough. Realizing what she had to do, she began to pull from the paper and dipped it into the soup.

“HAHAHA!” Kung Food laughed, as he readied his mighty pizza sword for a down slash that would slice Scarlet Lady in two.

Or he would have, if Marinette hadn't jumped in and tangled him in the souped-up strip of credit card paper.

“Chat Noir, now!” she shouted. Chat Noir went for the only object that had been there the entire time – his bag. Opening it, he saw a chef's hat.

“Cataclysm!” he shouted, destroying the hat and freeing the black butterfly.

“I could've done that!” Scarlet Lady complained.

“Then why didn't you?” Marinette fired

----

With the Akuma butterfly purified, and Wang Cheng restored to normality, the jury convened and agreed that, since there was proof that his work had been deliberately sabotaged, he would be granted a second chance to show his skills.

Remembering what had happened earlier, Marinette ran to the hotel's flower shop and bought a bouquet of roses that she brought to the kitchen, where her great uncle was already hard at work readying the ingredients.

“Uncle? Would you teach me how to make Celestial Soup?” she asked, plucking a petal with a smile.

“With pleasure,” Wang Cheng replied: he was eager to pass on his skills to his grand-niece!

“Seriously?!”

Wang Cheng and Marinette turned to look at the owner of the shrill voice, who was the same person that had started the entire mess.

“After all that? I told you, I hate soup!” Chloé complained. Marinette was glaring at her, and Adrien – who was also at the kitchen, having volunteered to help protect from further sabotage attempts – looked at his childhood friend with a raised eyebrow and crossed arms.

“I don't see why that matters when your dad kicked you off the jury,” he said, completely deadpan.

Chloé blushed.

“Daddy doesn't tell me what to do! I... I resigned!” she said in an attempt to cover up her shame.

“Oh? Cuz I heard the evidence was too overwhelming to ignore!” Adrien replied, pointing to a corner near the ceiling. “Say hi to the camera!”

“Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!” Chloé said, unwilling to accept that her crime had been caught live while she wasn't paying attention.

And Marinette, meanwhile, gave her a look of pity.

How did you forget that CAMERAS exist?!

----

After preparation was finished, the Celestial Soup was served, and Wang Cheng even tasted some to show the judges that it was as good as expected. The three men and one woman proceeded to taste it, and some of them even moaned in pleasure: the flavour was as divine as the name implied!

The deliberation was short, and Alec Cataldi approached the chef, who was giving Marinette a one-armed hug.

“Your delicious Celestial Soup has received the best score in the show!” Alec declared, smiling and clapping. “Making you the winner!”

“Thank you,” Wang Cheng said, “but soup has new name: Marinette Soup!”

Marinette smiled. That her uncle had given her name to such a wonderful dish was amazing!

“謝謝叔叔!” she said, hugging him back.

----

The next day, Adrien returned to Master Fu's shop, in order to update him on the latest Akuma – and what had happened during the incident.

“And she figured out the Lucky Charm again!” Adrien said, once more praising Marinette. It was a common occurrence. “She's so awesome, I would've just thrown it at him!”

“Hmm...” Fu began, before turning serious. “And you say Scarlet Lady was very late this time?”

“Yeah, but that's not weird.” Adrien waved it off. “She's pretty lazy when she's not angry.”

“She claimed to be Mlle. Bourgeois' friend, yet she didn't show up to save her. Very suspicious,” Fu noted. Had he found his suspect for the robbery, after all?

“It would be if Scarlet Lady wasn't a big fat liar,” Adrien stated, interrupting his train of thought. “Chloé's hardly any better.”

Fu wasn't sure of how to take that assessment, so he chose to concentrate on the one person that had been robbed of her destiny.

“It's very fortunate this Marinette could help you.”

“Right?!” Ah, young love. “She's amazing, with or without a Miraculous!”

With?

“What do you mean?”

Adrien suddenly turned bashful.

“Ah, I did temporarily let go of my ring when Reflekta attacked, and Plagg lent it to Marinette.”

“She was that cat?!” he asked, surprised, and turned to look at the Kwami of Destruction. “Plagg! That was very dangerous!”

“It was no big deal!” Plagg said, flying with his back to him. “I knew Pigtails would give it back. And she did.”

“Hmm...” he mused, standing up. “Maybe it's time for a second look...”

Behind him, Adrien and Plagg looked at each other, wondering what that was about.

----

Evillustrator

@zoe-oneesama Let's hope Hawkmoth chokes on some Celestial Soup.

#scarlet lady the novel #scarlet lady #fanfiction #milarqui #long post #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #kung food #scarlet lady is better than canon #chat noir's berserk button #Chinese characters

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weirdlittlemusicartists · 1 year

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The Aquabats:

Most Fucked Up: Chemical Bond

Favorite: Story of Nothing

Propaganda: "a bunch of dads in wetsuits that galavant around and sing about pizza and beat up guys in costumes. entirely built off being confident about being a little freak which is incredibly commendable. the person speaking is a registered aquacadet! (#2000278!)"

ded ihn uh hul:

Most Fucked Up Song: Alcoholic Gummy Bears, Girl You Are So Beautiful Like the Sunset

Favorite Song: LTD, Still

Propaganda: "they’re really great and they support/are apart of several minorities and they have a female lead vocalist and they are multilingual and their music is just vibes"

"The utmost culty band of them all. They literally sacrifice people (lovingly) and resurrect them. They worship The hul, an upside down triangle entity. They make some absolute bangers. They are the moment. "

"They are apparently imimmortal (like pseudo-immortal, I dunno) beings from the "OtherUnderworld" who spread the will of their upside-down triangle deity called the hul through music. They claim to be the prophets of the hully clut. They have a choreographed reverse-sacrifice (they resurrect someone?) ritual to be performed before concerts, though they have only done one online concert to which about 11 people showed up; there is a fanfic written about it. They're SO disorganized and kind of cringefail, it's pure chaos. It took them 8 years to finish their debut album, Translation: Bacon, and they still haven't finished putting together the physical release, but when they do, it will include riddles and secret codes, poorly made booklets with lyrics and doodles that read right to left for no reason, and photocards. Their first EP was postponed because the drummer, who does all the art/design, took over 6 months to draw the album cover. They make weird videos and are also Twitch streamers and have an official Tumblr. Their musical style is like... metal infused with k-pop? The yassification of metal? Whatever they think seems fun in the moment? Their lyrics are mostly English but they have also used Japanese, Korean, Chinese, Dutch, and French. One is a talented music major, one is a linguistics nerd who is also a dancer in a k-pop cover group, and one is an autistic gamer (studying game design) with every medical problem. They're queer, if that helps; two of them are trans. Also, they're all cousins and started the band when they were like 10 or something. The fourth member mysteriously vanished."

#poll #music #round two #ded ihn uh hul #the aquabats

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lenorethequietbookkeeper · 1 year

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Can't believe this never dawned on me before. Do any of the holders speak another language? Have new languages developed over the eons?

Very excited to talk about this one cause I've always wanted to discuss demon language specifically!

But!! I'm getting ahead of myself! I'll answer the first part quick!

John- Basically nothing outside of English. Knows some individual words, but often mixes up what languages they come from, and even what they mean.

Charles- A bit of Standard Chinese, but not enough to hold a conversation. Some Greed-Variety Demontongue, just enough to handle business contracts.

Ferris- A decent amount of Spanish, although he doesn't use it a whole lot due to lack of opportunities. Basic Demontongue, mostly dumb pickup lines.

Daniel- Literate with French, Egyptian, Standard Chinese, and a decent amount of Basic and Pride-Variety Demontongue, is unable to speak any of these.

Jeagar- Very knowledgeable regarding Hebrew, literate with several ancient dead languages, especially Latin, Sanskrit, Biblical Hebrew, and Akkadian. Also literate with all varieties of Demontongue and Angelchirp. Can speak most of these on an intermediate level.

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Now!! Regarding languages in the ZoP universe! In general, at least on Earth, I don't imagine humans or undead have really created new languages. That being said, I do imagine the degradation of borders and interactions between undead/humans from other cultures has led to the development of multiple sub-languages all around the world. I won't get into every single one here, it's just something I'm laying out.

There are two languages exclusive to ZoP itself I'd like to discuss; Angelchirp and Demontongue, those being the native tongues of angels and demons of course.

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NOTE: Just for context, the words from these languages take snippets from other words of whatever speech they're being translated into (ex; "fivfinlim", which takes bits from the words "five", "finger", and "limb", means "hand" in Basic Demontongue). The words in my writing will be based on the English language for my convenience. That being said, Angelchirp and Demontongue are very complicated in their original forms, so they need to be heavily localized for humans to even understand them as languages (and literally not explode while trying to speak them).

TLDR; The translated versions of these languages I use in ZoP are not the only versions that exist.

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OK WITH THAT IN MIND, Angelchirp is pretty universally similar for all angels. There may be some dialect differences for the higher-ups, but that's about it. When translated, it often uses bits of words related to emotions and the spiritual. It also acts as the base for all languages in the universe, including Demontongue.

Speaking of, Demontongue is far more complex and insane than to Angelchirp. While most basic nouns/verbs are universally the same, a lot of words can be totally different depending on what species of demon is speaking. So uh...yeah...prepare for a beefy ass read lmao.

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Gluttony/Wrath/Lust-Variety (also called Basic): The first and most common rendition of Demontongue. Quite similar to Angelchirp in its original script due to being a direct descendent from when Hell was first created. Where it differs is that when translated, it uses snippets of words related to the physical, usually regarding nature and flesh.

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Greed-Variety: A more complicated version than Basic, originally invented by greed demons as a form of code to prevent outsiders (including other demons) from prying into their affairs. Not really spoken in casual conversation, mostly used to encode secret messages. Often rely on the words of numeric systems when translated.

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Sloth/Envy-Variety (also called Simple): An odd version of the language that predominantly appears in magic-related material written during humanity's Dark Ages. Origins coincide with the era when Sloth and Envy Demons terrorized humanity. Most notably the easiest variety to translate due to being more similar to the Greek alphabet than demonic runes (the progenitor for Basic Demontongue). Because of this, magidemics believe Simple was actually created by early human sorcerers as a tool for what would become spell crafting.

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Pride-Variety: The most difficult and complicated of all varieties of Demontongue created during the peak of the Pride Demon's culture. Infamous for having some of the most convoluted, long, and difficult to pronounce words, perhaps in all of the universe (ex: "crekmahogoakbireverbarkflorfon", which means board). Hell-based historians argue this is to increase the magic potential of Pride Demon spells, although adept sorcerers believe this was done so the noble class could gatekeep their brand of magic from the "common rabble". Regardless, due to the outbreak of the Affliction, there is the very real possibility that this dialect might become a dead language in the not too distant future, which brings worry to the magic world, but relief to those tasked with translating demonic scripture.

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-From Biblically Accurate Producer!

#zop #zombiesofpythonel #answered ask #zop lore #the holders #demons #language #fantasy language #worldbuilding #b.a.p.

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paulinawoodpecker · 7 months

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The triple team 2.0 defeat Max, Jack and Pickles for Reena and fight The mean queen bees and defeat them and go help The Triple Team part 1,2,3,4 and final

@jakkiisthatboy2

Minnie: let’s do this ladies!

Max: what the?

Minnie: *stranggles max*

Minnie: yah!

Minnie: *defeats max*

Jessie: yah!

Jack: *collapses*

Pickles: 😏

Chai: ah! Yah! Yah! Yah!

Pickles: *gets attacked by chai*

Andrea: *gasps* who are you!

Minnie: we are here to kick your butt.

Blair: haaa!

Minnie: not on my watch!

Blair: ah!

Blair: *gets defeated*

Ying: *‘I’ll get you French girl’ in Chinese*

Chai: I don’t speak Asia. But I do speak Europe!

Ying: *collapses*

Eep: oh gosh!

Andrea: haaa!

Jessie: *lets out her hand*

Andrea: yah!

Andrea: *gets hit by jessie’s hand*

All: ooh!

Jessie: there. That should stop her.

Minnie: *notices rini* are you okay?

Reena: *groans* what happened?

Ramirez: *hugs reena* I’m so glad you’re okay.

Victoria: and you’re hurt.

Tad: kid. At least you have got yourself into pain.

All: 😓😑

Tad: what? It’s a saying.

Tad: anyways, let me fix that. *uses his powers cure her injuries*

Reena: *goes back to normal*

Reena: *coughs*

Reena: uh. My head!

Ramirez: Rini! Oh I’m glad you are alive!

Tad: wait. You helped us?

Minnie: exactly. You guys needed some help. You got help.

Tiffany: 👿 ugh!

Tiffany: they ain’t see me nothing yet…

#tad the lost explorer #tadeo jones #tad the lost explorer 4 #tadeo jones 4

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starisinsane · 2 years

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LANGUAGE HCsssss!!!!!!!!

Ooh! Ooh! New headcanon!!!11!!!!!1!!!1!!

Dark is fluent in Spanish and Mandarin Chinese, Chosen can speak most Arabic languages/dialects, Yellow really likes learning new languages and is fluent in just about anything you can find, Blue likes obscure languages like Silbo Gomero and Xhosa, Green...well..."I'm fluent in music!" -Green, 2023. Red can understand animals well, but they can't directly communicate with the animals. Second knows Russian, Mandarin Chinese, and a few others, he has the ability to pick up on a language decently quickly, so if it is spoken around him for a few months he will learn it. Purple knows Korean, Kannada (Indian language), and Spanish, Mango knows French (in theory) and German, Orchid knows Korean, Regular Blue knows Spanish (Purple taught themself Kannada), Gold knows French, Spanish, Italian, Bulgarian, and Romanian (lol I definitely didn't have to put Bulgarian and Romanian in there because I speak both and could easily make a comic in those languages), and Victim...Well, they can learn a new language just by hearing/reading it once, so they basically know all the languages by default.

Obviously, they all know English, but their accents will vary. My headcanon is that King's family has British accents. (I mean Britain has a monarchy and King is King so uhhhh) So, King and Gold would have British accents. Purple switches between American English and British English, ROYGB all use American English, but Second sometimes slips into a British or Australian accent for no reason at all. Regular Blue has an Australian accent, Orchid uh *runs out of variations on English* *does canada have its own accent* *lemme google that real quick**okay no* Orchid just uses American English. Dark has a slight Scottish accent, because it'll make his existence even more of a joke whenever he says something evil and I just imagine that in a Scottish accent, Chosen switches between American English and Britsh English. Victim...uh...every word they say is in a different accent so I have no idea how to define that, thank you very much.

Uh, and that just about wraps it all up for now! :D (Keep in mind, these headcanons are only my opinion, and are not meant to insult anyone! ^^)

oh also Reuben speaks Pig and Enchantment Table.

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ringlorn · 1 year

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draw except nezha's posing normally (or not even posing)

actions speak louder than words | draw, sender draws receiver like one of their french girls.

Sitting in the lounge of a bookstore cafe, Eiden holds up his pen and closes one eye to squint at the man sitting across his table. For one reason or another, they keep running into each other in public spaces around the city. Not that he's one to complain when this guy, well, looks like that.

"Hey Nezha," he says, part-mischief, part-hope. "can I draw you?"

Li Nezha doesn't even look up from his book (filled with words Eiden only half recognizes, and they're probably wrong too because it's classical Chinese and the characters are complicated beyond belief). Eiden has to wait until the lotus prince turns a page before he even bothers to reply.

"Why."

"Because you're hot," Eiden blurts back before he can stop himself. By the time his brain catches up, Nezha's up and staring at him, incomprehension written on his face.

"Are you stupid?" he asks back.

Eiden bristles at that, all embarrassment gone. "Hey! I know hot guys when I see them, all right?! And what's that got to do with my brains, anyways!"

"I don't know. You got any in there?"

Eiden's ready to retort when he realizes that Nezha's smiling at him. Before he can stare too hard, the god realizes it too and goes back to his usual scowl.

"What do you need a drawing of me for, anyways?"

"Tch, it's not that," (Not completely, anyways) "but for practice."

"Practice?"

"Yeah, I draw for my job. 3-D models and stuff...so it's good to try with real people sometimes." Intuition told Eiden to keep the adult toys part to himself, for now. "Plus, you're hot."

"Idiot." But Nezha sets down his book to lean against his seat, one arm resting on the windowframe. Golden eyes look at Eiden briefly before evasively turning towards the view outside. "Do what you want."

"Huh? Oh, thanks!" Too surprised by his good fortune to refuse, Eiden grabs a piece of paper and begins to sketch.

It's afternoon when he starts, but the scene quickly changes to nighttime when another one of the city's frequent eclipses falls upon them both. Used to it by now, neither artist nor subject blinks an eye, while the overhead lights of the bookstore combine with the eerie glow outside to give Nezha a soft halo around his head.

By the time Eiden's done sketching, the sun's come back and life's gone on as always. He's eager to show off his work and pushes it across the table first thing. "Here!"

Nezha languidly stretches his limbs before straightening up to pluck the fresh masterpiece off the table. "Uh-huh."

He sees himself in Eiden's eyes from the upper body up: careless but graceful, a sharpness in his brows, the subtle tension in his mouth, and his eyes...looking off into the distance, hard but somehow lost and weary. The whole thing's remarkably accurate to his appearance, but the eyes bother Nezha so much that he almost takes the paper and—

"Hey!" Eiden's shout brings him back to Spirale, just as the human hastily darts forward and snatches his drawing back from fingers about to rip it in half. "Careful with that!"

"Is that what I look like to you?" Nezha demands instead, even as Eiden hugs the paper to his chest defensively.

"What? I thought it was pretty good!"

"Why did you draw my face like that?"

"Like what?" Eiden pauses to glance at his work. "It looks fine!"

"You made me look—" and Nezha stops, fuming instead.

"What's wrong with it?" Eiden's squinting too. "Did I make your nose too big? No, I fixed that...your eyebrows are fine too..."

"Never mind," the god grumbles and picks up his book, hiding his face behind it instead.

"Hey, I could always draw you another one—"

"No."

"All right, all right..." Eiden laughs softly, but he's folding up his drawing as quick as he can to put away before Nezha changes his mind about this one, too. His subject was one moody guy, but Eiden could relate.

Even if you don't say anything, you miss them all the same, huh...

#kleinstar #answered ༻#drabbles ༻#inbox run happened during this drabble so i thought heck why not put it in lol

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the-au-queen · 2 years

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Our Transfer Student Can’t Be This Cute! (1/?)

Giftee: @vindhler Rating: Teen and Up (some cussing) Words: 2644 Pairings: Adrinette, later JuleRose as well Warnings: None Beta reader: @faunusroman Event: @mlsecretsanta

Prefer AO3? Here you go! It includes me rambling about stuff in the notes.

Summary: When a new transfer student from Shanghai arrives, Adrien gets assigned to guide her around. In his purely objective opinion, she's unbelievably cute. Also, Chat Noir makes friends with a trickster. Bonheur Rouge is not amused.

“Everyone, please welcome your new transfer student, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” Mlle Bustier led a small girl with black hair into the classroom. “While she is half French, she lived her whole life in China with her family and only speaks Chinese. Please be nice to her, and help her if she needs anything.”

The girl bowed and smiled.

“Now, about your seat…” Mlle Bustier pointed at a seat behind Adrien. “M. Agreste speaks Chinese. He can help you if you need it.”

Adrien watched the girl pass him and sit behind him. He turned around and smiled. “Welcome to our class. The teacher said you can ask me if you need anything, since I speak Mandarin.”

Marinette looked surprised, but returned the smile. Oh god, she was cute. “Thank you. It’s nice knowing I’m not completely alone in here. I didn’t expect anyone to speak Mandarin.”

“Yeah, it’s not a common language to learn.”

Marinette looked like she wanted to ask more, but Mlle Bustier called for attention and began the class. Adrien reluctantly turned back and focused on the lesson instead. He wouldn’t have minded talking with Marinette some more.

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“..... and here’s the cafeteria. The food’s pretty good here, but you can bring your own, too.”

Marinette nodded and took a curious look around. “It’s much smaller than in Shanghai.”

Adrien laughed. “I can imagine. Let me show you the locker rooms next.”

“That sounds nice.” Marinette smiled and walked along with him. “Say, why did you learn Mandarin? Do you like the country?”

“Oh.” Adrien tried not to show the uncomfortableness show. “My father made me learn it. He said it’s a useful skill to have.”

Marinette seemed to have sensed his unease, because she elbowed him lightly. “Hey, it has some use now! I’m glad you’re here to help me.” And in that moment, Adrien’s heart was stolen.

“Thanks.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I can also show you around Paris, if y-” He was interrupted by his phone beeping with an akuma alert. Really? Right now? He looked back at Marinette, who still smiled innocently. Right. She didn’t know about them. She just moved here.

“That was an akuma alert.” He explained. “We’re kinda dealing with a supervillain around here. He akumatises people when they feel angry or sad. This one is…” He glanced at his phone. “... pretty close. We have superheroes like Bonheur Rouge and Chat Noir to deal with them, but we better get to safety nonetheless. It can get pretty crazy.”

Marinette nodded, looking a bit confused, but determined. “Okay. We will get to safety.”

“Yeah. You, uh-” Adrien tried to think of a reason to separate. He had to help Bonehur Rouge, and she wasn’t fond of him being late. “You go hide in the toilets. I’ll check if our class is safe.”

“If you say so.” Marinette looked unsure, but still ran off to the toilets. Adrien sighed in relief. Good, now to find a place to transform.

“Plagg?” He whispered to his inner shirt pocket. “Are you awake?”

“Wide awake and ready to go, boy!” The kwami peeked out of the pocket. “Just say the word.”

Adrien ducked into an unused classroom. “Plagg, transform me!”

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Chat Noir hopped from roof to roof and landed next to Bonheur Rouge.

“Kitty reporting for duty.” He grinned at her. She only rolled her eyes. “What kind of akuma are we dealing with?”

Bonheur regarded the chaos below them with a calculated look. “It seems like a tree based akuma. He’s been rooting people in place, quite literally. Everyone hit grows roots from their legs and can’t move.”

Chat Noir shuddered. He loved the freedom that came with his powers. He was forced to stay in one place against his will often enough that he absolutely did not want to get hit by that guy.

“Any thoughts on the item?”

“I haven’t gotten that close to him yet, but I think he’s holding it in his right hand. He’s not letting go of whatever it is, so it’s fairly obvious.”

“Alright.” Chat bounced and got ready to jump down and fight the akuma, but Bonheur held him back by pulling on his tail.

“What did I tell you about his powers? If you’re hit, I’ll be all by myself.”

Chat placed his hand on his chest in mock hurt. “You wound me, Bonheur. I’m a nimble cat. I’d never get hit like that.”

She raised an eyebrow at him.

“Okay, maybe sometimes I get hit. But not by this guy! He’s my absolute nightmare!”

“If you say so.” She let go of his tail. “Be careful. I will need your Cataclysm.”

“Yes, Mademoiselle.” He saluted at her and jumped off. On the ground, he was met with people janking at their feet or trying to take their shoes off, trying to escape the roots holding them in place.

“Ah, Chat Noir,” a deep voice rang out, and when he turned, he could see the akuma approaching.

It was a weird concoction of man and tree, his left arm transformed into a branch that grabbed people and made them grow roots. His right arm, the one that was holding the item, was the most human looking thing about him, but everything else just gave Chat the creeps. Covered in bark, the man couldn’t move much, except for the left arm that grabbed people. But not moving much didn’t mean he wasn’t fast. His left arm grew at will and sometimes even grabbed several people at once.

“I am Racineur. Welcome to my forest.”

Chat jumped on a mailbox when the arm branch lashed out to grab him.

“Sorry, this kitty prefers to run around.”

He jumped from object to object –a car, a fire hydrant, another car, a lamppost, a trapped person’s head, a café umbrella– each time elegantly escaping the branch that was trying to take hold of him. It was effective for not getting grabbed, but he couldn’t get any closer.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could spot Bonheur struggling similarly. It seemed like Racineur had more than just his arm to trap people. She didn’t even have enough time to call for her Lucky Charm. He was this close to just using Cataclysm on the ground to give them some breathing time when a giggle distracted him.

“Need help?”

Chat almost fell from the lamppost that he had just landed on. He spotted a girl in white, sitting on a nearby windowsill, seemingly undisturbed by the whole chaos. How was she so calm? She almost looked like she enjoyed watching the two heroes struggle.

“Who are you?”

Chat barely escaped Racineur’s branch and landed on another car, briefly looking back to see the previous car he had stood on grow roots from its tires. Chat had enough of this and decided to jump on the window sill the girl was sitting on. Her legs were crossed leisurely, and she watched Racineur with a hint of amusement.

Her face was covered by a white half mask with pointy ears, and Chat could see whiskers painted on her cheeks. The eye holes on her mask were lined with black eyeliner and one spot of red on each corner of her eye. Above them were two thick black spots, probably because the mask covered her eyebrows. Her top seemed to be some kind of variant of Asian traditional clothing.

Chat remembered seeing some similar clothes pictured in the decorations of some Chinese restaurants, the kind with overly long sleeves that covered the hands and seemed generally impractical. He couldn’t quite remember the name of that particular piece of clothing, but he could always ask his Mandarin teacher some time.

Her top stopped shortly below her chest and the rest of her torso was wrapped in a broad sash. The sash held up a pair of wide pants that were stuck in leather boots that had bells attached at the top of them. Chat could spot two more bells dangling off the ornamental hair sticks in her almost ribbon shaped updo. From her get up, he would guess that she was another hero, but what kind of hero just watched as people were being terrorized by the minion of a supervillain?

“Why are you just sitting there? Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“Oh, how rude.” The grin didn’t leave her face. “I was just holding back, since I didn’t want to get in the way of the local authorities.”

Was she kidding him? Any help would be appreciated. Bonheur wouldn’t complain either.

She must have been reading his mind, since she gave him a look. “My powers are the type that can confuse friend and foe alike. So it would be detrimental, had I just done what I thought would be best.”

Fine, he’d give her that point. His thoughts were interrupted when Racineur spotted them again, and he had to leap out of the way. The strange heroine just jumped one floor up to the next windowsill. Chat could see three tails trailing after her, attached to her top. He still couldn’t quite grasp why she was so calm about this, but just as he landed next to her, ready to grill her, Bonheur landed on the windowsill as well.

“What are you doing? This is no time to stand around and chat!” Her eyes fell on the heroine in white. “Oh.” She narrowed her eyes. “And who are you?”

“You may call me Hu Shen.” Hu Shen…. fox god. Hu Shen let her legs dangle. “I am new to this city. I thought I’d lend my power.” Bonheur looked like she was about to ask something, but they were once again interrupted by Racineur reaching for them.

“Let’s go somewhere else,” Bonheur conceded. “We can’t talk like this, and we do need to talk.”

“Great!” Hu Shen smiled. “Follow me!” And she was off. Bonheur and Chat had no choice but to follow.

“What’s with her?” Bonheur’s voice was low, but Chat could still hear her. “Wouldn’t we pick a spot to talk? Why is she just taking the lead like that? Who does she think she is?”

Chat had no answer for that either.

Hu Shen landed on the railing of a small roof garden somewhere close to their school and made an inviting gesture.

“Make yourselves comfortable.”

Bonheur looked skeptical. “What about the civilians that live here? Won’t we be discovered?”

Hu Shen giggled. “I’ve come here plenty of times. We’re safe.”

“I don’t see what’s so funny about all this.”

“How serious you are, of course!” She pushed Bonheur’s shoulder. “No one’s dying! We can relax for a little.”

“No one’s dying?!” Now she had done it. Bonheur was furious. “We’re in the middle of an akuma attack and you tell us to relax because ‘no one’s dying’?! Are you insane?!”

Chat couldn’t understand how Hu Shen could meet Bonheur’s furious gaze and still smile like nothing was wrong.

“You have five seconds to explain yourself or else I’m leaving. I’ve got civilians to save.”

“Oh, Bonheur.” Hu Shen was at Bonheur’s other side in an instant. How did she move so fast? “You need to learn how to enjoy life. Live the fox way.”

Bonheur lashed out at her, but she jumped up and Bonheur’s arm only met air.

“I didn’t help because my power is tricky. If the ally doesn’t know about my illusions, it can only waste time, instead of giving them a chance to trick the enemy.”

Chat heard the faint ringing of bells behind him and whipped around to see her drop down on the railing again.

“Who knows, you might have even attacked me, if I joined the fight without introducing myself. Which I suppose I should do.” She bowed deeply, meeting their eyes with a playful grin. Chat noticed that she had slit eyes, just like him. “Hu Shen, the white fox, trickster, illusionist, lady of tricks and benevolence alike. At your service.”

Chat saw his opportunity and returned the bow with one of his own. “Chat Noir, master of destruction and puns.” He winked at her. “Purr-leased to meow-t you.”

“Not another one of you,” Bonheur groaned. “Fine, we know you now. Let’s get back to Racineur. You tell us what you’re gonna do, and we use the confusion to take his item. But I don’t trust you yet.”

Hu Shen tilted her head, the bells attached to her hair ornaments ringing quietly. “The fox is never fully trusted. A wise judgement, Bonheur Rouge.” She pulled a flute out of her sash and twirled it. “Where do you hide a tree? The forest.”

She set the flute to her lips and played a melody made out of strong, playful notes. A red fog formed at the end of her flute and she took it off her lips, whipping the fog down at the ground. Bonheur and Chat materialized. Then again. And again. And again. Over and over, until even the roof couldn’t fit them any more. She flicked her flute and one by one, the pairs departed, presumably towards the akuma. Chat had to admit, he was impressed.

Hu Shen bowed once more. “If you need any further help, please request so, within the next five minutes.”

“No, thank you.” Bonheur watched the last fake Chat and Bonheur depart. “This is as far as my trust goes. I appreciate your help, but we need to go now, before Racineur sees through the ruse.” She nodded at Chat. “Let’s go.” Chat watched her jump off the roof and turned to Hu Shen one last time.

“She’s just cautious.” Hu Shen shrugged, as if it didn’t bother her. “But if you ever need a partner in crime, just ask this cat. I’m always up for some mischief.”

“The white fox and the black cat, huh?” Hu Shen hid a sly smile behind one of her long sleeves. “I look forward to it.”

She bowed, and moments later she was gone, jumping from roof to roof before dropping down in some alley. Chat watched her disappear, then made off after Bonheur. Time to test those illusions of hers.

The illusions worked perhaps a bit too well. Sometimes, he wasn’t even sure which the real Bonheur was, until Racineur managed to get one of them, only for her to turn into red smoke. Several times he shouted out to his partner, only to realise she was somewhere else entirely. He started to get why Hu Shen didn’t help immediately.

He was about to push one of the Bonheurs out of Racineur’s reach, when a red yo-yo wrapped itself around Racineur’s human arm and a triumphant Bonheur snatched the item, a self made bookmark, out of his hand and tore it in half. Racineur transformed back into a young man, and after Bonheur cast her cure, the people hit by him were rid of their roots. Chat even spotted one guy so happy, he kissed his own freed feet.

“What happened?” The young man that was Racineur looked around in confusion, “My tree…. Where is my tree?”

“You were akumatized,” Bonheur explained calmly.

Usually, akuma victims felt better after she had cast her cure, but this man only looked distraught. Chat gave her a look of ‘I’ll handle this’ when he heard her earrings beep. He hadn’t used his Cataclysm, so he had more time than her. He kneeled down next to the man and rested one hand on his shoulder.

“Do you remember what set you off?”

“They cut down my tree!” The young man’s lip trembled. “Just to make space for some condos!” It seemed like Chat would be here for a while. This wasn’t something easily solvable. He offered the man a hand.

“Let’s get some coffee. You look like you need it.”

#Adrinette #Adrien Agreste #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Fox Marinette #ML Secret Santa 2022 #I'm out of tags aaaah #what else #Hu Shen's clothes sound like a mess because I'm bad at describing #like #I have it all in my mind and I have absolutely no idea what the pieces are called #luckily for me Chat Noir has no clue either haha #I wanted to make her mysterious and a little off putting but I promise she's pretty #oh I forgot #Miraculous Ladybug #Our Transfer Student Can't Be This Cute!#my fics

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boyakishantriage · 1 year

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This was the eighth ship where something catastrophic happened. My third pirate hijack in space.

Hands behind my back, the crew very quickly got restrained by the pirates. After that fiasco with the biker gang and me shooting the head off the head honcho. (Don't worry. She got better, I didn't turn the galaxy into a shit show. Yet.) I remained calm and smiling as they put me aside. Their leader off looting the ship, as the pirate reached for the alien.

Ok so. I can barely speak Chinese, one of the many ancestral tongues I probably should learn, and the girl's name is like. Wario-Equestria-Bolony. But like. If you French it, with Welsh pronunciations. So I just called her Marylin because Wær§ßrt (her short hand name.) was a mouthful.

Marylin appeared uncomfortable, I cut in. "uh. What the fuck."

The pirate looked at me.

"shut it."

"Hey. Look at me. Stop. I'm allowing you to do this, it really looks like you're gonna rape Marylin here."

The pirate looked at me.

"as if-"

CLICK

The cuffs unlocked themselves as I threw them at him. Eyes glancing up at him, an eye brow raised.

"She's a Mesquian. Tropical based. Needs to be. Uh. Tended to, or she'll lose it."

That. Was true. She kept a dildo in her room, several in fact, but she rarely needed others help. Her cuffs were more energy based, as their species were a little more malleable excusing the various cores that kept the aliens at a form standard.

"... Is that right?"

I looked at my friend, who seemed to be between yes and no.

Ignoring her nod, I shot the alien's head off.

"I hate cunts." Stated the human, the man's gun in her hand as she shot the remaining pirates. Shooting the cuffs off the crew members as she pulled an emergency lever.

#tag #Triage #Humans are space orcs

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inazumaeveryday · 2 years

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Day 4

Location: Kidou’s house

Kidou: Good morning, mar.

Did you sleep well?

mar: (Hmmm, last night…)

Option 1

mar: Yep, I did! I even dreamed about Gouenji-kun’s shot!

Kidou: It’s hard to remain impassive before his Fire Tornado, I know the feeling.

Option 2

mar: Yep, I did! I even dreamed about Endou-kun’s technique!

Kidou: Oh, that move he suddenly pulled out at the end.

I wonder if he was hiding it all along? Or maybe it was just a fluke.

Did you find it that impressive that it appeared in your dreams?

Well, it happened to me too the first time I saw a professional game, so I get it.

Kidou: The food at yesterday’s party was prepared by a famous chef.

I’m kind of interested in trying to recreate the taste of it myself.

Morning practice

Kidou: Alright, we’re going to try this new training menu I’ve thought up today.

Let me know what you guys think of it.

The team: Yes!

At school

Location: hallway

Kidou: mar, I’ll be cooking dinner tonight.

I told you this morning that a famous chef prepared the food at the party last night, right?

I want to try to recreate that taste while I still remember it.

mar: (Yuuto-kun will be making dinner…)

Option 1

What kind of food is it? Japanese? Western? Maybe Chinese?

Kidou: You can request any of that if you want, it’s fine.

Option 2

mar: Wow, you even know how to cook!

Kidou: French, Italian, Russian, Thai… I’ve had to cook many different kinds of food as part of my kingcraft lessons.

Come to think of it, I might as well invite the rest of the team.

Ah, but it might be hard for you to talk if there are too many people, right? Maybe I’ll keep it to only a few people then.

This’ll be a good opportunity for you to get to know the rest of the team better, so make sure you talk a little, okay?

Henmi: Hey, um... mar-san.

Kidou-san... what’s he like at home...?

Kidou: Hey, Henmi. What are you guys whispering about?

Henmi: Ah, uh—nothing really?! I was just saying, nice weather we’re having today, right?!

Location: classroom (English)

Kidou: Fluency in English is a must if I want to play soccer overseas.

…Well, there’s no need for words to simply enjoy soccer.

Location: hallway

Kidou: Domon, your English pronunciation is really good. As expected of a returnee.

Domon: You really think so? Wow, thanks~

Domon: But, coming from you, Kidou-san… I mean, you speak like a native and you’re not even a returnee, so…

Location: classroom (science)

Kidou: This molecule looks like a string of soccer balls all attached together…

…That’d be a pretty hard ball to kick.

Location: hallway

Genda: Kidou, look!

I got a new pair of gloves! I’ll definitely stop Gouenji’s Fire Tornado next time, I promise!

Kidou: Next time…

Got it. I hope you get the chance to.

Location: classroom (math)

Kidou: We just got our math tests back. I got an average score on this one.

Kidou: Of course, an average score for me is a perfect score.

Location: cafeteria

Kidou: The food served at Teikoku is top class.

I’m talking about nutrition, of course. Though it’s true that it’s beautifully plated as well.

Location: hallway

Sakuma: mar, did you know everyone’s talking about you?

Kidou’s a big deal here—he’s the Kidou Yuuto, captain of Teikoku’s soccer club, see. And you’re always with him.

The other students find him hard to approach. A lot of them are afraid to talk to him.

Kidou: Is that so…? I did have a feeling they were avoiding me…

Location: classroom (Japanese)

Kidou: It’s easy to get sleepy during afternoon classes, but that won't be a problem here.

To think of using a book on soccer theory as teaching materials to keep us focused… The teacher knows us well.

Location: classroom (social studies)

Kidou: I’ve read a textbook that traces back Japanese history starting from the modern era.

It taught me that this kind of approach also exists.

Club activities

Kidou: Alright everyone, we’ll take a break now!

Oh, that’s right. I should decide who I’m going to invite tonight.

Hmm…

Sakuma, Genda, Domon.

I’m having a dinner party at my house tonight. Sorry about asking on such short notice, but would you guys like to come?

Sakuma: Can we?

Kidou: Of course. I was thinking it’d be good for mar to get to know you better.

Genda: Yeah, of course! You can bet I’ll be there, Kidou!

Domon: Is… is it really okay if I come too?!

Kidou: I’d like you to tell me about American soccer again. You’ve got firsthand experience with it as a returnee, right? I want to hear all about it.

Domon: Aw, shucks~ If Kidou-san’s asking, then I can’t refuse!

Kidou: Alright. We’ll have our party after practice is over. Look forward to it.

After school

Location: in the car

Kidou: I asked Hakamada to prepare the ingredients, so cooking shouldn’t take too long.

Location: Kidou’s house

The dinner party has started.

Domon: Oh my god, this is freaking delicious?!

Genda: That’s our Kidou~ Even your cooking is perfect!

Kidou: I was just trying to recreate something I ate yesterday, but it turned out surprisingly good.

Sakuma: To make something that tasty on your own, only from the memory of the taste…

I already knew this, but you’re amazing, Kidou.

Kidou: I’m glad you all like it. I was a little worried since everyone’s got different tastes.

Domon: Ah, honestly~ I’m feeling kind of jealous of you right now, mar-san~

Sakuma: Oh, come to think of it, I heard Raimon’s next opponent has been decided?

Kidou: Yeah, they’re playing Occult.

Genda: Oh, I’ve heard a lot of rumors about that school.

mar: (Rumors…?)

Option 1

mar: Like, the players are actually ghosts or something?

Kidou: Your intuition’s pretty good. You're not that far off.

Option 2

mar: Like, they’re a bunch of delinquents or something?

Kidou: No, that’s not what they’re about…

People say they put a curse on their opponents.

Everyone who’s played against them came down with a fever a few days later, or they say when they tried to shoot, their legs couldn’t move…

There’s no such thing as a curse, though, so it’s probably just some kind of trick.

Kidou: mar, is the food to your liking?

It’s nice to just sit down and talk about soccer with friends over a meal sometimes.

Ah, right. Make sure to leave some room for dessert. I made something with chocolate.

The party ends, and Sakuma and the others go home.

Location: Kidou's room

Kidou: As far as I can tell, they’ve stopped moving…

Wait, actually…? This might just be…

Oh, mar, I didn’t notice you were there. Did you have a good time today?

It’s nice to have dinner with friends once in a while, right?

mar: (This is… a video of one of Occult’s matches?)

Option 1

mar: Are you worried about Raimon?

Kidou: No, that’s not it.

Option 2

mar: Are you trying to figure out the trick to Occult’s curse?

Kidou: Yeah. I won’t be fooled by the way they call it a curse. There’s got to be something behind it.

Kidou:The Football Frontier’s coming up soon too, so this counts as research in case we end up with them as our opponents.

Well, be it Occult or Raimon—whoever the winner is, they’ll still be no match for us.

#homophobic of the player character to not ask kidou to invite henmi when he asked them what kidous like at home just a few hours before

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