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marissi-mo · 1 year
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This is a warning to all living mortals that whosoever opens this chest of demons... 
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all-hail-albert · 3 months
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FELLOW FLAMINGO FAN‼️‼️‼️‼️🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🦅🦅🦅🦅🩷🩷🩷🦩🦩🦩🦩🦩✨✨✨✨
WE SHOULD START A CULT
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(random fact Felipe was my profile picture on Wattpad for about four+ years)
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tulipsaisle · 5 months
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Character: Yves Kloss from Ikemen Prince
Special Mentions: @flimflam707 @lemeowade
AU: Royalty, fluff, slight angst and comfort
Tropes: Pretend Lovers
Notes: Hello!! I tried my best with this and I hope you enjoy it my SSEvent partner!! Merry Christmas and may your day go well!! And Laemonn, thank you for hosting this event bae!! I love youuu
AND IM SORRY IM LATE TO POST, THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR DAYSJSJDJ health chekups and personal stuff 😔
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Yves stood in front of his vanity mirror anxiously. It was the sixth time his hands had found their way to fix the magenta bow tie hung elegantly around his neck.
He had ushered the maids and butlers out a while ago so he could have some space to collect his thoughts.
'Come now Yves, this is not the first time you've done this, so quit being nervous!' He mentally scolded himself before taking a deep breath in a quick resolve, the sudden determination flashed across his face as he squared his shoulders.
Giving himself one last check up, he finally turned away from the mirror and strode out of the comforts of his chamber towards the party. Only to halt in his steps and quickly put a palm on his head in annoyance,
"Ah, I forgot to go see her and pick her up."
Scolding himself, he turned around and fastened his pace in the opposite direction. It didn't take him long before he was face to face with a familiar door that he went way too many times for his liking. Squaring his shoulders for another time out of habit, he lifted his knuckles to knock elegantly on the polished wood.
The door opened slowly by one of the maids in charge of preparing his partner for tonight's party. She bowed then moved to let the prince walk in. Yves practiced the conversation in his head while he was on his way and it was really unlike him. He has never once held back his tongue when it comes to her so why tonight of all nights.
Probably cause of the fear of scrutiny from the other party-goers. Yves closed his eyes in order to collect his thoughts when he heard someone cleared their throat.
It was Y/N and he stared.
And she looked as dashing as ever in that beautiful off shoulder dress. She stood there looking back at him with a smile, but her eyes told another story.
That she was worried about him than she was about the party.
That's when Yves realized he was lucky - almost too lucky for his own good - to have someone like her as his pretend lover.
But he can't help but feel this intense surge of pain in the pit of his stomach once his thoughts came to the conclusion that they were only pretending to be in love.
He quickly brushed that thought away and smiled softly, forgetting the fact that he was semi gawking at her a few seconds ago. Yves slowly walked up to Y/N,
"You look beautiful." He felt the need to emphasize his point. "Well, more beautiful tonight - ah, but that doesn't mean you're not beautiful in your normal attire - it's just - ugh!"
Yves groaned in frustration while the sound of Y/N's bubbling giggles erupted in the background. The remaining maids had quietly left the two of them to their own little world; much to his relief.
"It's okay to be nervous Yves," A soft melodious voice spoke and he looked up to see Y/N smiled at him reassuringly. Even with or without makeup, he still imagined that face of her as something similar to an angel standing before him.
He sighed, "Yes, I just don't want to screw this up."
"It's alright, I know you won't. You got this and you got me by your side."
Yves finally smiled, a full smile this time before extending his arm out for her. "Shall we go?"
"Yeah, let's." Y/N hooked her arm happily in his and they both were walking side by side to the party. Y/N was smiling like usual, but she had missed the disdainful look on Yves's face as he desperately tried to hide from her.
He really hates using her in this situation. For a simple public acceptance. He could choose another solution to make the accusations about him mistreating a noblewoman die down. Y/N had defended him saying that it's not like him to do such things. However, knowing how people like to gossip, the belief of Prince Yves being unlucky does not help either. Then comes the part where she declared that she was his lover to prove that he would never lay a hand on any woman inappropriately.
Yves couldn't understand how such a person could willingly throw themselves to help someone like him. He felt he didn't deserve all of this. She doesn't deserve all of this. But she's the one who insisted.
And being a coward he was, he just blindly accepted that. Yves wished he could be more stern and tell her he could handle it himself. Like he'd used to, like he'd always done.
But one simple look from her had crumbled that wall he'd put up to defend that vulnerability. What's more surprising was her quick resolve to stand up and fight back when it was necessary. Unlike him, he would probably let the words hit him and fuss up about it.
The sound of faint music playing cut him out of his reverie and he looked ahead to see the guards standing on ceremony to welcome their prince and his partner inside. They opened the huge door, and one loudly announced their entrance. Yves immediately felt eyes darting at him from all directions. He could sense the slight shakiness in his palms, but the warm delicate hand that held him squeezed tighter in reassurance.
He looked down, and there were those eyes and that smile that seemed to put him at ease every time he met them. Now that she's even closer, it almost felt like there were just the two of them together in the room.
The orchestra began to start the new song, and dozens of couples were already in the middle of the ballroom. Y/N tugged his hand and said, "How about we dance to forget about all the worried for tonight."
Without even waiting for his response, she pulled him with her, ignoring the splutters of surprise from Yves. They both started to waltz and swayed across the room to the music. Y/N was desperate to vibe off the slight anxiousness that was shown on his beautiful features, so the moment she heard the strumming of the strings, her instant reaction was to pull him along with her leading their dance.
Yves felt the coolness of the air wash away his worries as he instantly went along the steps as she led them both. He smiled at her as gently as the rose petals swaying, "You're getting quite good at this." He complimented her, lips inching close to her ears only for her to hear those sweet words. Y/N giggled and teased, "I only learn from the best." She hinted towards the fact that it was Yves who had taught her the basics since her early days at the castle until she had mastered the steps to even lead her partner.
A tinge of pink dusted Yves's cheeks, but he was still smiling. They twirled until the music stopped and another one played all throughout the night. He could feel all those pressures from the stares, the weight of high expectations he put on himself, and the taunting voice in his head washed away into nothingness when he danced with her and heard her laughter.
His eyes split away from her for a second and he could see most of his brothers, especially from the Domestic Faction nodding proudly and grinning in encouragement. Nokto even gave him a thumbs up, of course with a pretty lady in his other arm to which Yves rolled his eyes but he couldn't contain his smile nonetheless.
He focused his attention back onto Y/N and he swore he could feel himself melting slowly just by staring into the lights in her eyes.
'One day,' He swore to himself silently, 'One day, when I dare to face everything, I'll be sure to make you my own.'
He twirled her around once more before catching her waist gently as they both continued to sway, 'I'll have to courage to call you my love, my partner, my companion for real. We won't have to pretend or hide, there'll be no more of that. So please,'
The music slowly comes to a stop once again, signaling the third dance of the party has just ended. Yves leaned down to pull Y/N's hand for a soft kiss, all while gazing at her lovingly.
'Please wait for me.'
There was a hint of rare confidence and determination in his eyes, this time he had ignored the whispers from the other guests, all were irrelevant to him except for one woman in the room that stood right in front of him.
The sound of her sigh and giggles were enough of the confirmation he needed to know that she also enjoyed the party as much as he did. Yves wished he could stop time and savor the moment. His mental promise echoed around his head like it was no tomorrow as if it wanted him to remember and etch in on his brain forever. But he won't mind that.
He hoped she didn't realize there was redness on his face while he was thinking such thoughts about her. However, he didn't realize what was going through Y/N's mind and that she too had been thinking the same thing about him, waiting for the day when she could confess her true feelings for him and be together as real lovers.
-Fin
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therobotmonster · 1 year
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This is what I see every time someone starts talking about integrating Chat-GPT into anything involving facts or accuracy.
The image is partially generated in Midjourney V5, but is a composite of multiple generations and photos of Furbies because generative AI makes novel data, but that means it doesn't make accurate data.
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And its idea of a furby is a sort of muppet-bird. The robots make aesthetically pleasing nonsense. The meaning is always human applied.
Prompt: an 18th century carnival barker con-man selling furbies from a medicine show wagon, colorful clothes, boisterous, holding a furby out to the viewer, photograph still from the Music Man (1962)
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agentelevatormusic · 2 months
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First patient of the second day, Vera thought vaguely as she tabbed through her files. Her little moka pot, ever the trooper, made enough coffee to last the day and then some. Bigger on the inside, she often thought. Or maybe it was love. Vera had been given the pot by her mother when she’d gone off to college. It had been an antique even then. Vera showed it the same care and affection she tended towards all her belongings. Full cleanings that swept the grounds from even the tightest edges followed by a delicate towel drying. Even polish once a month. 
Vera snapped back to reality and frowned at this patient’s codename. The Ethics Committee really was having a laugh at them, wasn’t it? With her brain fog, she must have missed this one at introductions. She placed the chart onto the countertop and opened the door. “Good morning,” Vera said, the corner of her mouth quirked up in welcome. “Come on in. Would you like some coffee?”
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@theflimflam
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weirdass-cryptid · 2 months
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hI
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flibbityjibbityjabber · 11 months
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this is me irl
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xvocabthiamm · 1 year
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Flimflam
Definition: nonsensical talk
Sentence: that man Eli had nothing but FLIMFLAM talk!
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I chose this image because it seems like he would say something pretty nonsensical
Synonym: nonsensical
Antonym: rational talk
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all-hail-albert · 3 months
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Me and wgo .......llllllll.......,..,..,........
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tulipsaisle · 10 months
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Welcome to my Blog!!!
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ollenotter27 · 7 months
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Heya friends! I got bored so Yei :)
Full credit for the lackadaisy art to lackadaisy and the other art full credits to its creator
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theswedishpajas · 5 months
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Princess Celestia this, Princess Twilight that... What about Princess FlimFlam???
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tenmillionthfirefly · 2 months
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fishblogfishblog · 9 months
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Sometimes I relate to frogs so much because I to will die if I stay away from large bodies of water for too long (my skin will dry out and I will shrivel)
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