CLAQUESOUS

aliens are real

[les-amemes-claquesous]

How did you meet Babet?

through very unfortunate circumstances. unfortunate as in i now know babet, not as in the situation was bad in and of itself. 

[les-amemes-claquesous]

It wasn’t her brand, but she wasn’t in the position to be picky. She took it between her damp fingers gratefully; thankfully her lighter worked and she wouldn’t be any further humiliated. “You wouldn’t be headed anywhere warm, by any chance?” She wondered. When she exhaled, the smoke wasn’t the only thing causing a cloud in front of her. 

[lesamemesfeuilly-blog]

The corner of Feuilly’s lips quirked upward, nodding. “Yeah, I am.” They took a drag of their own cigarette, blowing out the smoke slowly and watching it mix into the misty fog. “I have an apartment. I don’t suppose you want to ditch your friend and hide out there ‘till the rain stops, do you?” 

[les-amemes-claquesous]

"Honestly, in this weather, I doubt he's even coming in the first place." Claquesous took a long drag from her cigarette, trying to finish it as quickly as possible. "You live downtown?"

[les-amemes-claquesous]

lesamemesfeuilly

Feuilly frowned as the girl pulled out a damp cigarette, and couldn’t help but feel… well, they didn’t know quite how to feel. In a way, they could see themselves in the stranger beside them.

They had been there before.

They reached inside their jacket pocket, pulling out their own pack of smokes and opening it, taking one out for themselves holding the box out to her. “You look like you need one.” They offered quietly.

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It wasn’t her brand, but she wasn’t in the position to be picky. She took it between her damp fingers gratefully; thankfully her lighter worked and she wouldn't be any further humiliated. “You wouldn’t be headed anywhere warm, by any chance?” She wondered. When she exhaled, the smoke wasn’t the only thing causing a cloud in front of her. 

[lesamemesfeuilly-blog]

this is cool (they/them)

[ichanic]

When ya hair look nice but the face could use some work

[les-amemes-claquesous]

in case you wanted photos of me

[les-amemes-claquesous]

lesamemesfeuilly

“I was coming home from work, this way is faster. Didn’t get any less wet, though.” They gestured to themselves, looking like they had just dove into a swimming pool. They sighed, picking at the paint splatters on their jacket. “At least this might finally wash out, this paint has been stuck to it for ages.”

Another rumble of thunder filled the air, Feuilly’s mouth quirking upwards into a grin. “I don’t mind it, really,  like the rain.”

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Claquesous reached into her pocket to pull out her pack, but sighed upon drawing out a squishy, damp cigarette. “You like it when you’re in it, even? I hate getting soaked to the bone, it fucking sucks. Wet cigarettes suck. You suck.” She sighed, leaning her head back against the bricks. 

[les-amemes-claquesous]

What colors do you associate with the other Amis? (ex Joly green, etc.)

rainbow, because they’re all gay, they’re all so fucking damn gay it’s so obnoxious jesus fuck

[les-amemes-claquesous]

So what's the situation? -Azelma

ur gay -sous

[les-amemes-claquesous]

me: please for the love of god let me concentrate

my shit brain: taaaaake ooooon meeee, TAKE ON ME, TAAAAKE MEEE OOOOOON

[memeattic]

The Good News and the Bad News

Send me “So, what’s the situation?”, and I’ll generate two numbers between 1-15 to see both the good and the bad news that my muse will tell yours (some might contradict one another, in which case feel free to just generate another one).

Keep reading

[lesamemesfeuilly-blog]

commission for @les-amemes-claquesous of claquesous that took way too long

[les-amemes-claquesous]

It took way too long. I hope you know I'm not actually gonna pay you.

[les-amemes-eponine]

just tryin to be Queen of the Emos

[lesamemesfeuilly-blog]

@les-amemes-claquesous fight fight fight 

[les-amemes-claquesous]

You dare challenge my crown

[les-amemes-claquesous]

“I”m not hanging out,” she insisted, looking with a vague sense of discomfort at the extended hand. She didn’t take it. “I’m waiting to meet a friend. A very powerful friend, I’ll have you know, one who won’t like that I’m talking to little street rats like you.” Little street rats like herself. “If you’re gonna chat, though, might as well come under the table. It’s relatively dry.” 

[lesamemesfeuilly-blog]

Feuilly nodded, pushing the ‘street rat’ comment out of their head and crawling under the table to sit beside the girl. They reached up and pulled the hair tie from their bun, red hair falling to their shoulders. They started to wring the rain out of their hair, looking up at the stranger. “Sounds like a real… fun friend.” They chuckled quietly, starting to braid their hair back and away from their face. “Is that the same guy who can supposedly get me a cheap phone?” 

[les-amemes-claquesous]

"Nah," replied the thief, but then thought about it. "Actually, he might be able to get you one, but he'd charge a crazy markup." Claquesous looked out into the pouring rain, looking for the young man who wouldn't come. "What brought you round?"

[les-amemes-claquesous]

lesamemesfeuilly

Feuilly didn’t flinch as the person snapped at them, slipping the phone into their pocket. “Well, I mean, I’m not in a rush or anything, and you’re just hanging out in the rain by yourself.” They smiled a bit, shrugging. “I’m Sébastien, but most people just call me Feuilly.” They extended their hand.

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“I”m not hanging out,” she insisted, looking with a vague sense of discomfort at the extended hand. She didn’t take it. “I’m waiting to meet a friend. A very powerful friend, I’ll have you know, one who won’t like that I’m talking to little street rats like you.” Little street rats like herself. “If you’re gonna chat, though, might as well come under the table. It’s relatively dry.” 

[les-amemes-babet-blog]

can you ground someone who isn’t your child

[lesamemesfeuilly-blog]

is this about montparnasse

[les-amemes-babet-blog]

perhaps

[les-amemes-montparnasse]

Fuck you.

[les-amemes-claquesous]

No you cannot Source: personal experience

[les-amemes-claquesous]

“Easy to replace at least,” came an amused voice from underneath the abandoned table, shouting to be heard above the pounding rain. Claquesous was quite amused by the spectacle before her, going so far as to look up at the other’s panicked face. “I know a guy who can get you one for cheap if legitimacy isn’t a great concern of yours.”

[lesamemesfeuilly-blog]

Feuilly jumped at the voice, tilting their head a bit to peek at the figure under the table. “Oh, I- thanks, but I’ll probably be okay, I literally spent five bucks on the thing like, three years ago.” They turned the phone over in their hands and sighed, running a hand through their damp mop of hair. “A phone’s the least of my problems, not gonna cry about it.” 

Their eyes trailed back to the stranger sitting under the table, kneeling down a bit. “You okay?” 

[les-amemes-claquesous]

Suddenly she was on the defensive once more. What do they mean, am I OK? "I'm breathing, aren't I?" She barked, her neutral tone a mask of sorts. "Shouldn't you be getting somewhere with your wet phone?" Quick to divert the attention from herself, as usual.

[les-amemes-claquesous]

Rain. Everything about it is wonderful – the hard pattering on the cobblestones, the scent hanging thick in the wet air, the people rushing off the streets (my streets) and into their cozy hideaways – everything except the soaking wet feeling making its way into her boots… and her threadbare coat. And her jeans. Claquesous even felt the dampness beneath her ski mask.

Rent ran out last week. No more roof over her head, no more hostels to crash in, no money to speak of, no prospects…. wait.

Someone’s coming. She stands, grinning a bit. A prospect.  

[lesamemesfeuilly-blog]

Damn, it was really starting to come down. Another rumble of thunder came from overhead, and Feuilly paused, standing under another overhang to check the time. 5:34, Bahorel wouldn’t be home for another- CRASH

A loud roar of thunder struck above, and Feuilly’s heart leapt out of their chest, causing them to drop their phone into a puddle below. 

“NO! Fucking god, please don’t be- shit.” They scurried to grab the soaking wet phone, trying desperately to click it on. The screen was black. It was only a $5 flip phone from the dollar store, but it was still the only phone they had. Grumbling, they took out the battery and wiped it off on their pants, though it didn’t seem to be doing much good since they were damp too.

[les-amemes-claquesous]

"Easy to replace at least," came an amused voice from underneath the abandoned table, shouting to be heard above the pounding rain. Claquesous was quite amused by the spectacle before her, going so far as to look up at the other's panicked face. "I know a guy who can get you one for cheap if legitimacy isn't a great concern of yours."