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Dress, 1890. Emile Pingat.

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my thing i haven’t made is so good 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

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Posting this everywhere til im not obsessed with it anymore

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boom boom boom boom i want you in my loom knit you into a sweater then sew it up forever

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✨ 𝓐 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼 ✨

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turn away from the window, a Rose of Versailles fanfic

Words: 5,419 words Summary: Rosalie waits for her husband to come home so that she can take care of him. Pairing/Characters: Bernard/Rosalie Warnings: Breastfeeding Extra Info: This is sweeter and more emotionally atmospheric than it sounds. Trust me. Rating: M Genre: Romance, Family

Please read the story before you read the notes for this one.

Notes/"behind the scenes" footage below:

So a while back @trash-god and I saw a fanart of André sucking on Oscar's tit and she was calling him a big baby, and we were both like 😒 she would literally not say that and they would not be into that. BUT WE KNOW WHO WOULD BE! Then the lack of BR fics in the English tag came to my attention and this conversation happened:

Thus, I knew I had to sacrifice my dignity and write this story. (Hey, Sara, I'll be waiting on that illustration!)

Okay, but this story was actually accidentally somehow at least 15 years in the making, because about that many years ago, I was doing research about pregnancy and childbirth, and I think specifically looking up things related to breastfeeding (in the event of late-term miscarriages and/or stillbirths) and I stumbled on a forum that was just for women who breastfed their husbands. I couldn't have been there long, but it was seared on my brain anyway. I've been dying to use what I learned there for something all these years.

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Alternate title should be Soul Food: It's Free Meal Estate.

Bernard:

(This is Sara's fault, too.)

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On a more serious note, François was born sometime in 1789, so I went with late October/early November. I honestly couldn't find much information about him, and I haven't read the Napoleon sequel (is a translation even available in English?).

Judging by what I did see of the sequel manga, Rosalie and Bernard are doing okay, but money is rather tight. I thought that made perfect sense, and dialed it up a bit more for this story, because it's still right in the middle of a massive food shortage and into the swing of the revolution.

Rosalie's not the most anxious mother but she's new to this and considering the state of France at this time, it's very understandable that she might be afraid to leave her child with someone else—and worry about her husband being gone all day. People will do drastic things for survival, after all.

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I really wanted to portray Bernard as a decent father to his son, and a good husband to Rosalie. He tries to help when he can, but he is often busy and that can be hard on both of them, especially because they need his work to keep food on the table, so there's nothing to be done about the long hours but endure them.

It's unfortunate that he doesn't get a ton of development in RoV but he strikes me as a somewhat boyishly eager and passionate person, so I tried to write with that in mind. He's also a bit of a romantic, per the canon.

(I'm sorry but I don't know how people read his line asking Rosalie if it was okay if he fell in love with her and didn't find it endearing!)

I wanted to show him doing small things for his wife to show her that he knows and loves her, because even though he's a well-read man, his idea of romance isn't just the words that are spoken, but also the actions he does every day that prove he's always thinking about her.

--

I don't know what to say about the breastfeeding. I think it suits them, though, honestly. This is more of a "first time trying it" attempt, rather than some established routine, but just something they can enjoy together that pulls her out of that "my body exists to take care of my child" mentality that motherhood often puts on the person who gives birth.

It's like you give everything up for that baby: it takes your calcium right out of your bones, you gain weight, you obliterate your pelvic floor (often resulting in incontinence), you tear and bleed for weeks afterward, and then you're expected to feed the baby, too, where for MONTHS after giving birth your body still isn't allowed to really feel like it belongs to you. (And breastfeeding can be painful, especially as the baby gets older; some babies really like to gnaw!!)

I wanted to just kind of hint at some of the things Rosalie was feeling, and let her have this moment with her husband where her body can feel like it's hers again.

And at the same time, give her some of the intimacy she was missing considering they are both tired new parents who work hard every day and don't always have the time, energy, or patience for anything but just falling into bed at the end of each day.

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My original intent with this was to just write some filthy smut but I failed at that utterly and have instead created a more emotional piece about two new parents who reach out to one another and try to connect in the midst of all the fear that hangs around them.

I hope you enjoyed the story; comments are always appreciated.

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Another FE Scuffle attack! Which is also another collab ^^ Lines by me, colors by Sci (who does not have socials)

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turn away from the window, a Rose of Versailles fanfic

Words: 5,419 words Summary: Rosalie waits for her husband to come home so that she can take care of him. Pairing/Characters: Bernard/Rosalie Warnings: Breastfeeding Extra Info: This is sweeter and more emotionally atmospheric than it sounds. Trust me. Rating: M Genre: Romance, Family

Please read the story before you read the notes for this one.

Notes/"behind the scenes" footage below:

So a while back @trash-god and I saw a fanart of André sucking on Oscar's tit and she was calling him a big baby, and we were both like 😒 she would literally not say that and they would not be into that. BUT WE KNOW WHO WOULD BE! Then the lack of BR fics in the English tag came to my attention and this conversation happened:

Thus, I knew I had to sacrifice my dignity and write this story. (Hey, Sara, I'll be waiting on that illustration!)

Okay, but this story was actually accidentally somehow at least 15 years in the making, because about that many years ago, I was doing research about pregnancy and childbirth, and I think specifically looking up things related to breastfeeding (in the event of late-term miscarriages and/or stillbirths) and I stumbled on a forum that was just for women who breastfed their husbands. I couldn't have been there long, but it was seared on my brain anyway. I've been dying to use what I learned there for something all these years.

--

Alternate title should be Soul Food: It's Free Meal Estate.

Bernard:

(This is Sara's fault, too.)

--

On a more serious note, François was born sometime in 1789, so I went with late October/early November. I honestly couldn't find much information about him, and I haven't read the Napoleon sequel (is a translation even available in English?).

Judging by what I did see of the sequel manga, Rosalie and Bernard are doing okay, but money is rather tight. I thought that made perfect sense, and dialed it up a bit more for this story, because it's still right in the middle of a massive food shortage and into the swing of the revolution.

Rosalie's not the most anxious mother but she's new to this and considering the state of France at this time, it's very understandable that she might be afraid to leave her child with someone else—and worry about her husband being gone all day. People will do drastic things for survival, after all.

--

I really wanted to portray Bernard as a decent father to his son, and a good husband to Rosalie. He tries to help when he can, but he is often busy and that can be hard on both of them, especially because they need his work to keep food on the table, so there's nothing to be done about the long hours but endure them.

It's unfortunate that he doesn't get a ton of development in RoV but he strikes me as a somewhat boyishly eager and passionate person, so I tried to write with that in mind. He's also a bit of a romantic, per the canon.

(I'm sorry but I don't know how people read his line asking Rosalie if it was okay if he fell in love with her and didn't find it endearing!)

I wanted to show him doing small things for his wife to show her that he knows and loves her, because even though he's a well-read man, his idea of romance isn't just the words that are spoken, but also the actions he does every day that prove he's always thinking about her.

--

I don't know what to say about the breastfeeding. I think it suits them, though, honestly. This is more of a "first time trying it" attempt, rather than some established routine, but just something they can enjoy together that pulls her out of that "my body exists to take care of my child" mentality that motherhood often puts on the person who gives birth.

It's like you give everything up for that baby: it takes your calcium right out of your bones, you gain weight, you obliterate your pelvic floor (often resulting in incontinence), you tear and bleed for weeks afterward, and then you're expected to feed the baby, too, where for MONTHS after giving birth your body still isn't allowed to really feel like it belongs to you. (And breastfeeding can be painful, especially as the baby gets older; some babies really like to gnaw!!)

I wanted to just kind of hint at some of the things Rosalie was feeling, and let her have this moment with her husband where her body can feel like it's hers again.

And at the same time, give her some of the intimacy she was missing considering they are both tired new parents who work hard every day and don't always have the time, energy, or patience for anything but just falling into bed at the end of each day.

--

My original intent with this was to just write some filthy smut but I failed at that utterly and have instead created a more emotional piece about two new parents who reach out to one another and try to connect in the midst of all the fear that hangs around them.

I hope you enjoyed the story; comments are always appreciated.

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There needs to be more lesbian isekai that's flavored like the het guy stuff. Fem villainess yuri is great but the vibes of a lesbian protagonist with aggressive "just some guy" energy landing in a fantasy world would be impeccable. Imagine the hot evil witch queen becoming obsessed with some dyke who layers her button downs and carries around like a hundred odd keys even though they don't actually open anything in this world. Plans for a dark reign of terror derailed because Megan who used to work at Walmart fixed Cyrabella's cursed amulet (the clasp was broken) and now they shall be wed at dawn.

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also pls tag the first game you remember playing

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"I am a little afraid to go home. I have been mortal, and some part of me is mortal yet. I am no longer like the others- for no unicorn was ever born who could regret. But now I do, I regret."

I've been meaning to draw a tribute to The Last Unicorn for some time now! My favorite book and movie. 💜

✨(holo print)✨

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Not what I usually post but look at that wawa go!

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this has been probably my worst health day in at least a month. it's soooo bad. i hope i feel this shitty on friday when i go in for my scope. i can feel this reflux in my goddamn SINUSES. AND I CAN TASTE IT!!!

anyway.

the system was down at work for part of the day and i couldn't work on say it's possible (i'm on chapter 11 about to write some very important scenes and i need maximum brainpower) so instead i was like "what if i write that filthy bernard/rosalie thing i've been dangling in front of everyone for months" because of course that requires 30% less thought

so i started that. and um. why can't i just dive into the filth. why do i need 2500 words of story buildup first.

explain that

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i am. so sorry if i have ever used the phrase “i have an au where—” and led you to believe that there is an actual fic out there for you to read rather than, at best, a post where i explain the concept, and at worst it is simply something that lives in my brain