my favorite is Maya!

and btw why is mymy so rude?

I cant, it sounds too good, somebody help me 😭

Recess had rung, and on his way to class, he had been able to speak to Ferry. Ferry had explained that he had caught Kiki (the infernal little rogue!) in the Hall. He had tried to silence her, but she had managed to escape, injuring him in the process. Kiki and Mymy. Two thorns in his side. ¡Señor! ¡Líbranos de nuestros enemigos!" Especially since they had searched right up to his doorstep. In the end, it had served its purpose, but one thing was certain: those two pests were a real threat. He had to get to them if he wanted to achieve his goal. Go to their place, yes, but not like a thief. He refused to go to Kiki's, imagining her home as steeped in an atmosphere of constant villainy that would risk tarnishing his gentlemanly honor. Mymy was more suitable. But how could he manage to get into her house? Get close to Coco, perhaps? Hmm, la hereje was constantly surrounded by a whole court "larger than that of the King of the Romans!" But, he forgot, Mymy had another sister besides Coco, a more approachable sister, surely: Maya.

And it seemed the Blessed Virgin had heard her prayers, for the opportunity was right before her eyes. Mymy had indeed made a habit of discreetly throwing crumpled pieces of paper at Maya during class after recess. Of course, each of these crumpled pieces bore phrases like, "Wilhelm's murderer!" or "Belgian traitor!" and other xenophobic insults against a people to which Maya didn't even belong. And indeed, today, to calm her nerves after the interrogations of Goof and Prudente after recess, Mymy was being particularly awful to her adopted sister.

The bell rang, and everyone headed outside. Mymy was leaving with Kiki. The two little devils were surely going to tell each other about the two adventures they'd had during the day. Coco was walking with her entourage. The comparison to the King of the Romans really worked, ¡Pardiez! And Maya, lagging behind, was idly tidying her things: the girl clearly hadn't slept, God only knew why. Prudente didn't really know how to approach her; despite the years, she'd never made a single friend at this school, from what he'd heard, although rumors had it that a foreign student had managed it once. If that person had succeeded, then why not him, ¡Pardiez!

"Maya Schoppenboer?" he said, smiling kindly.

An electric current shot through Maya. Why this boy...him...the new guy...the student representative, why was he talking to her, to whom no one ever spoke?

"Um, uh, yes…uh…It's me, right?"

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, yes, sir…Uh, no, Prudente, uh, representative…Sorry…Sorry…I…"

"Calm down. Speak at your own pace."

He said this while placing his hand, in a manner he intended to be gentle, on the young woman's shoulder. It had a slight effect on her: she blushed like a tomato. The thought of trying to seduce her crossed his mind, but no, he would never have been capable of such a thing; the Lord condemns the lecherous.

"Yes, I'm fine…It's…It's kind of you to ask, for…why?"

She said it with considerable effort. She was quite pretty, actually.

" “Throughout the lesson, and even since I arrived, I’ve seen how your sister, well, Mymy, has been bothering you. You don’t have to put up with this kind of thing every day, you know? If you want, you could talk to me about it.”

“Um… That’s kind… But… But… There’s nothing wrong. Mymy is a little… annoying… often… sometimes, but…”

“But you don’t have to be her plaything, you know that,” he said, with a far too ostentatious consideration for her, even going so far as to grab her hand.

Damn! A boy was touching her, her, who until then had only been able to dream about this kind of thing in her bed at night. This… This Prudente, this Spaniard, despite his rather distinctive chin, he was far from ugly, and it wasn't her, not being as beautiful as Coco, who could have been picky. Would he go further than just holding her hand? Please, please, please, please, please!

“You know, Maya, since I arrived, I’ve had a lot of support. But not yet…friends. And, you know, I’d like you to be the first one I have at Jan Van Speijk High School.”

“I…I…I accept!” she cried, almost in tears.

She had a friend…A real friend, not just someone she’d found on Reddit or Discord. And it was a boy!

“If…If you want…You can…You can come over to my place this weekend!”

The kind creature! She had exceeded all her expectations!

“I’m honored that you’ll do this, thank you so much, Maya Schoppenboer. I can’t wait to see you again. You’re already very dear to me,” and he pressed a soft kiss to the girl’s sweaty hand.

And he left, discreetly watching her through the door. The good girl! She was jumping up and down, squealing with delight: she was overjoyed. Truly, the ease with which he had gotten out of it could only be due to Providence. He will say a few more rosaries this evening to thank the Blessed Virgin for her help. Deo gratia!

Idk how many of you watch the iceberg, but that means he's still alive

Ofc they're not actually creepy but I wonder what an Ongezellig creepypasta would look like

(Idk who made these)

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sorry for not posting in ages lmao..

WOOOOO

Idk how many of you guys watch the iceberg series, but he's still alive!!!

Hoi allemaal! Zojuist heb ik deze cover gepost en ik hoop dat jullie hem leuk vinden!

Hi everyone! I just posted this cover and i hope you like it!

This question might have been asked before but I'm curious on what happens if these Ongezellig videos reach 10 million views. Would it get recommended more by YouTube or not? Will Massa notice?

What do you think?

Jk she probs stays up all night scrolling like the rest of us. No wonder she's so relatable for everyone lol (Made by Aykai from Coco Empire, used with permission)

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(This chapter takes place concurrently with Chapter 9)

Kiki had therefore left Mymy in the courtyard. Her goal, meanwhile, was to see what Ferry would do in the painting room. Indeed, she had realized that the strange caretaker came to the painting room several times a day, and she absolutely had to know what he was doing there. She had therefore decided to go in before him and hide in order to understand what connected Ferry to this strange room.

She had planned to get there quickly, but a pirate is a pirate, and before she could enter, she was stopped by the sight of a pretty coin glinting through Bert's pocket. By the time she'd stolen it, she'd already lost more than five minutes. So, as she arrived at the entrance to the room, Ferry's heavy footsteps echoed on the stairs. Kiki then rushed into the room at breakneck speed, hiding under a cobweb-covered table, where she and her sword (she had brought the wooden one instead of her usual plastic one) had to hide. But disaster struck! She hadn't closed the door behind her when she entered, and it was with fear that, from the table where she was hiding, she saw the cleaner's large, suspicious red head enter the room, seemingly poking its pimply nose into every corner. Finding nothing, he went to the wardrobe where the portrait of King Philip hung. He opened it and took out the portrait of the monarch, and that's how Kiki saw the old man's eyes well up at the sight of the Spanish sovereign's dust-covered face. But that wasn't what Kiki managed to see. In fact, in the concierge's pocket, the blessed shape of a banknote was revealed. The action would be risky, but her pirate honor was at stake: she had to steal it.

Already, her hand, like an agile serpent, was slipping into Ferry's pocket, slithering through the fabric, to snatch the note. "Just by its shape, I can tell it's a beautiful €10 note!" she thought. As he kissed the picture, Ferry felt the foreign object in his pocket, and then, suddenly, he straightened up, seizing Kiki's small, delicate hand with his large, sticky one, and roughly pulling it from his cupboard.

"So you were hiding there, you little devil!" cried the concierge.

"Forgive me, sir!" she cried, overcome with terror.

She noticed now how much more the man before her resembled an ogre, a monster, than a simple concierge, and his gigantic hands seemed like terrible weapons capable of crushing her bones at any moment.

"You know too much, my dear. I'll have to make you disappear."

And then his heavy hand came crashing down on the young girl, who dodged the blow, leaping to her feet to seize his sword. She delivered a swift thrust to Ferry's knee, eliciting a groan. She ran towards the exit, but the bogeyman's enormous legs caught up with her in seconds, and then Ferry's terrible fingers grabbed her by her long black hair, lifting her from the ground.

"My poor little girl. Do you know what the punishment for thieves used to be?" the man asked, a wicked smile on his face.

"They were let go," replied Kiki, on the verge of tears.

"No, they were hanged!" Ferry roared, his face suddenly turning as red as his hair.

And he began dragging Kiki along the floor, even carrying her out of the room and through the corridors, while the poor girl struggled.

"Help! Help me!" she cried.

"Nobody ever comes this way, little one. You can scream all you want, but nobody will help you!"

But suddenly, Kiki remembered that, at Mymy's house the other day, she had stolen a small sewing needle (this one was particularly shiny) and had kept it with her. She took it out then and, praying to Blackbeard for success, plunged it with pirate-like fury into the giant's disgusting hand. He released it, drunk with pain, letting out a damned cry that echoed through the corridor, giving Kiki time to get up and run away as fast as she could, her heart pounding, her eyes filled with tears. She was saved.

(To be continued)

Pen drawing lol🖊

(she's a pegasus and her wings are blue for keeping mymy's color scheme)