#{ c;; nicolette ! }

[traegics]

Closed Starter - @nicolettepmikaelson

"Hey, you're one of those Mikaelson kids, right," Reina questioned as she refilled her cup, stealing a glance over at the brunette. "One of Carson's cousins? I love your jacket."

[bloodcrosses]

Nicolette Robinson on working with Michael. So many people have said the same things regarding working with Michael (including Scarlett Johansson!), but sadly, the media just refuse to hear it. 😕

[hanzajesthanza]

reynevan: come on scharley, samson’s not bad i like him :)

scharley: i don’t trust him, okay, i’m not about to be friends with some possession-spirit

—two pages later—

scharley: okay how much you wanna bet reynevan does something stupid in the next five minutes

samson: a fun game, but even i wouldn’t be able to influence the odds of this bet in my favor…

scharley: (damn, he’s good)

[haute-lifestyle-com]

Day of the Fight, from Falling Forward Pictures, presents an emotional and impactful directorial debut from Jack Huston, that follows a former championship fighter, burdened with the past, on the day he has been given one last shot

[lonelyheartedheathens]

Charlie smirked softly, head tilting before she casually took a sip of her coffee. "One: I'm clearly not being distracting enough since you're still working. And two: I'd look damn good on a magazine cover." He smirk widened as she stretched herself out, draping herself across the chair she'd settled into. "Could even make it to Playboy if I really wanted, I think."

open to: ( m / f / nb / trans ) muse: nicolette katz ( 40 / college professor / bi w. a female lean / human; anne hathaway ) plot: nicolette is trying to grade her student's papers but someone keeps distracting her. she's headstrong... but how strong is nicolette before she breaks?

"You are distracting me." Nicolette spoke plainly as her polished nails glided gracefully over the keyboard of her laptop. "I'm trying to finish grading these papers for tomorrow morning and you are just nonchalantly sitting across the room... topless with a cup of coffee in your hand? Are you trying to impress a magazine publisher so they could put you on the cover?" Despite the seriousness of the situation, Nicolette still couldn't help but giggle.

[traegics]

Closed Starter - @fragmcntedsouls (Nicolette)

It had been years since he'd last seen her and yet he'd still recognize her just about anywhere. The golden locks of strawberry blonde hair, the green irises that reminded him of emerald jewels whenever light reflected against them. She was a impossible to forget even if she hadn't been his first love, her beauty incomparable to any he'd ever met even in their teen years and he never should have let her get away. Sure he'd been happy in his marriage and he'd love his kids but nothing had ever compared to the love that he had held for Nicolette Cadieux. Seeing her across the bar, the whole world stopped and in an instant a smile tugged across his lips as their gazes met. He'd remain in his seat for a moment, attention diverting back to his friends he was seated with before he would excuse himself and make his way towards her. "Do you believe in fate," Tobias questions, a playful tone to his words as he leans his forearms against the bar beside her, gaze settled on her delicate features. "Cause I'm starting to."

[that-fall-guy]

"The Search" - a webweave for Room 3 of @mcytblrescape !!

Wild Life sources: clock, "Ohne Titel (Geldig)" by Kurt Schwitters, "Aucassin Seeks for Nicolette" by Maxfield Parrish, "Tamarisk Trees in Early Sunlight" by Guy Rose, window, blue flower, green flower, pink flower, pink flowers, camera, "Starting Fires" by Bears in Trees, "Like Real People Do" by Hozier, "Puppet Loosely Strung" by the Correspondents

Pirates & Rats 2 sources: clock, "Merzzeichnung in Merzzeichnung" by Kurt Schwitters, stamps, books, trinket tin, crystal skull, "14 Verses" by Declan Bennett, "Farewell Wanderlust" by the Amazing Devil, "Gods & Monsters" by Lana del Rey

New Life sources: clock, "20 Ore mit Koranseiten" by Kurt Schwitters, "Snow-Covered Landscape" by Guillaume Vogels, tamagotchi, camera, hat, backpack, "I Could Never Be" from Steven Universe, "Tread on Me" by Matt Maeson

Ultimate Survival SMP sources: clock, "C 50 Last Birds and Flowers" by Kurt Schwitters, "Ceylonese Jungle" by Hermann von Konigsbrunn, bear, beetle, moth, crown, gloves, vined hand, "King" by Lauren Aquilina, "I Just Don't Care That Much" by Matt Maeson

Limited & Secret Life sources: clock, "Spitzbergen Merzzeichnung" by Kurt Schwitters, "She came to the blue sea-ocean" by Ivan Bilibin, bird, letter, fish, cassette, "Queen of Nothing" by the Crane Wives, "What's a Devil to Do" by Harley Poe, "14 Verses" by Declan Bennett, "Bullet" by Saint Motel

Rats sources: clock, "Zeichnung I 9 Hebel 2" by Kurt Schwitters, "Candles" by Gerhard Richter, "Sunflower Seeds" by Ai Weiwei, band-aid tin, bazooka gum, amethyst geode, amethyst crystal, socks, tag, knife, "Puppet Loosely Strung" by the Correspondents, "What's a Devil to Do" by Harley Poe

Double Life sources: clock, "Mz x 21 Street" by Kurt Schwitters, "Loup Scar, Wharfdale" by Richard Jack, coin, coffin, cat in moon, bottle cap, receipt, "Honeybee" by Steam Powered Giraffe, "the broken hearts club" by gnash

Last Life sources: clock, "Merz 30, 42" by Kurt Schwitters, "Trees and Church Tower" by Raymond McIntyre, mask, locket, clover, scarecrow and rabbit, "Whispering Grass" by the Ink Spots, "How to Rest" by the Crane Wives

3rd Life sources: clock, "Sans Titre" by Kurt Schwitters, "Forest and Dove" by Max Ernst, window, heart, pomegranate, stamp, fox, "14 Verses" by Declan Bennett, "Honeybee" by Steam Powered Giraffe

Evo sources: clock, "Ohne Titel" by Kurt Schwitters, "The man with the cart" by Ivan Grohar, pearls, stars, window, feather, dog, "Rule #9 - Child of the Stars" by Fish in a Birdcage, "Dancing After Death" by Matt Maeson

Finale-unique sources: tv, warning window, video player, error tabs, handheld game console, progress bar, axe, "The Circle Maker" by Sparkbird, "The Mask" by Matt Maeson

All skins from namemc; all stereo pngs from this post. As I'm sure you can tell, this is a hell of a source list, so I apologize if I linked anything incorrectly or managed to forget something!

[billboard-hotties-tourney]

Okay, folks, the mini-tourney is inching closer to the finals, so I'm going to give a list of the competitors in the Miss Billboard Tourney in order to give everyone a chance to submit more propaganda. The nominees are:

Lale Andersen

Marian Anderson

Signe Toly Anderson

Julie Andrews

LaVerne Andrews

Maxene Andrews

Patty Andrews

Ann-Margret

Joan Armatrading

Dorothy Ashby

Joan Baez

Pearl Bailey

Belle Baker

Josephine Baker

LaVern Baker

Florence Ballard

Brigitte Bardot

Eileen Barton

Fontella Bass

Shirley Bassey

Maggie Bell

Lola Beltran

Ivy Benson

Gladys Bentley

Jane Birkin

Cilla Black

Ronee Blakley

Teresa Brewer

Anne Briggs

Ruth Brown

Joyce Bryant

Vashti Bunyan

Kate Bush

Montserrat Caballe

Maria Callas

Blanche Calloway

Wendy Carlos

Cathy Carr

Raffaella Carra

Diahann Carroll

Karen Carpenter

June Carter Cash

Charo

Cher

Meg Christian

Gigliola Cinquetti

Petula Clark

Merry Clayton

Patsy Cline

Rosemary Clooney

Natalie Cole

Judy Collins

Alice Coltrane

Betty Comden

Barbara Cook

Rita Coolidge

Gal Costa

Ida Cox

Karen Dalton

Marie-Louise Damien

Betty Davis

Jinx Dawson

Doris Day

Blossom Dearie

Kiki Dee

Lucienne Delyle

Sandy Denny

Jackie DeShannon

Gwen Dickey

Marlene Dietrich

Marie-France Dufour

Julie Driscoll

Yvonne Elliman

Cass Elliot

Maureen Evans

Agnetha Faeltskog

Marianne Faithfull

Mimi Farina

Max Feldman

Gracie Fields

Ella Fitzgerald

Roberta Flack

Lita Ford

Connie Francis

Aretha Franklin

France Gall

Judy Garland

Crystal Gayle

Gloria Gaynor

Bobbie Gentry

Astrud Gilberto

Donna Jean Godchaux

Lesley Gore

Eydie Gorme

Margo Guryan

Sheila Guyse

Nina Hagen

Francoise Hardy

Emmylou Harris

Debbie Harry

Annie Haslam

Billie Holiday

Mary Hopkin

Lena Horne

Helen Humes

Betty Hutton

Janis Ian

Mahalia Jackson

Wanda Jackson

Etta James

Joan Jett

Bessie Jones

Etta Jones

Gloria Jones

Grace Jones

Shirley Jones

Tamiko Jones

Janis Joplin

Barbara Keith

Carole King

Eartha Kitt

Chaka Khan

Hildegard Knef

Gladys Knight

Sonja Kristina

Patti Labelle

Cleo Laine

Nicolette Larson

Daliah Lavi

Vicky Leandros

Peggy Lee

Rita Lee

Alis Lesley

Barbara Lewis

Abbey Lincoln

Melba Liston

Julie London

Darlene Love

Lulu

Anni-Frid Lyngstad

Barbara Lynn

Loretta Lynn

Vera Lynn

Siw Malmkvist

Lata Mangeshkar

Linda McCartney

Kate McGarrigle

Christie McVie

Bette Midler

Jean Millington

June Millington

Liza Minnelli

Carmen Miranda

Joni Mitchell

Liz Mitchell

Marion Montgomery

Lee Morse

Nana Mouskouri

Anne Murray

Wenche Myhre

Holly Near

Olivia Newton-John

Stevie Nicks

Nico

Laura Nyro

Virginia O’Brien

Odetta

Yoko Ono

Shirley Owens

Patti Page

Dolly Parton

Freda Payne

Michelle Phillips

Edith Piaf

Ruth Pointer

Leontyne Price

Suzi Quatro

Gertrude Rainey

Bonnie Raitt

Carline Ray

Helen Reddy

Della Reese

Martha Reeves

June Richmond

Jeannie C. Riley

Minnie Riperton

Jean Ritchie

Chita Rivera

Clara Rockmore

Linda Ronstadt

Marianne Rosenberg

Diana Ross

Anna Russell

Melanie Safka

Buffy Sainte-Marie

Samantha Sang

Pattie Santos

Hazel Scott

Doreen Shaffer

Jackie Shane

Marlena Shaw

Sandie Shaw

Dinah Shore

Judee Sill

Carly Simon

Nina Simone

Nancy Sinatra

Siouxsie Sioux

Grace Slick

Bessie Smith

Mamie Smith

Patti Smith

Ethel Smyth

Mercedes Sosa

Ronnie Spector

Dusty Springfield

Mavis Staples

Candi Staton

Barbra Streisand

Poly Styrene

Maxine Sullivan

Donna Summer

Pat Suzuki

Norma Tanega

Tammi Terrell

Sister Rosetta Tharpe

Big Mama Thornton

Mary Travers

Moe Tucker

Tina Turner

Twiggy

Bonnie Tyler

Sylvia Tyson

Sarah Vaughan

Sylvie Vartan

Mariska Veres

Akiko Wada

Claire Waldoff

Jennifer Warnes

Dee Dee Warwick

Dionne Warwick

Dinah Washington

Ethel Waters

Elisabeth Welch

Kitty Wells

Mary Wells

Juliane Werding

Tina Weymouth

Cris Williamson

Ann Wilson

Mary Wilson

Nancy Wilson

Anna Mae Winburn

Syreeta Wright

Tammy Wynette

Nan Wynn

Those in italics have five or more pieces of usable visual, written, or audio propaganda already. If you have any visuals like photos or videos, or if you have something to say in words, submit it to this blog before round one begins on June 25th!

If you don't see a name you submitted here, it's because most or all of their career was as a child/they were too young for the cutoff, their career was almost entirely after 1979, or music was something they only dabbled in and are hardly known for. There are quite a few ladies on the list whose primary career wasn't "recording artist" or "live musician," but released several albums or were in musical theater, so they've been accepted.

[traegics]

"I'm not mad, I'm disappointed," Mackenzie retorted, features faltering for a moment as her gaze returned to her sister's. "And hurt." The questioning of Auggie's still existing caused for a faint laugh to ease from the ginger's lips, nodding her head as she began making her way in that direction. "You really thought it wouldn't be," femme questions. "Pretty sure it's considered a national treasure at this point."

“I know you’re mad, mac and you have every right to be I just... I wanna talk” Nic stressed as she could sense her sister grappling with herself as to whether she could be trusted. "I'm not asking for forgiveness, just... just five minutes." The vampire sighed through her relief as her sister eventually accepted the offer, before grimacing as she murmured "big auggies?" a place that Nic had frequented often in her youth "it's seriously still there?"

[alliestatefanficworld]

hi…

(tw, mentions of su!c!d3)

🏹this is Nicolette, yes I know I’m a rp blog but I got access to Allie’s mod, she’s currently not feeling herself since her boy bsf wants to “off” himself, she thinks he counting days to do that, she met him because of her cousin who gave him her number, for the first time Allie found a friend that calls her “princess” and those sweet things.. but on Friday he told her a full ass story, and then he said that he was sick of life… she was about to cry, well she did cry, today, her cousin mentions that he counting days to do so, Allie remembered all that, she’s right now about to cry silently

people who know her from Wattpad and here might get in touch w her on discord…

-nicolette

(P.s she demanded me to put tags damn it)

tags: @hufflepuffavenger @over-bi-the-wayside @thatone-midgardian @thescarleteevee and anyone else since those are the only ones I know

[tomoleary]

Amelia Bauerle “Bowerly” (1873-1916) Auccasin and Nicolette (c.1900) Source

[lillamolntuss]

lillamolntuss read 2024… check it out or don’t 🫢

titles in bold are my favorites… thumb down for books i didn’t like okay

🦦

the lost honor of katharina blum - heinrich böll

sir gawain and the green knight trans. marie borroff

the nenoquich - henry bean 👎

cat’s cradle - kurt vonnegut

under the net - iris murdoch

sugar and other stories - a.s. byatt

nausea - jean-paul sartre 👎

where i end - sophie white

the sandcastle - iris murdoch

dansare, konstnärer, älskare: ballets suédois 1920-1925 - karin helander

couples - john updike 👎🤢

the favorite game - leonard cohen

sula - toni morrison

the nice and the good - iris murdoch

sartre: romantic rationalist - iris murdoch

selected stories - katherine mansfield

men in the off hours - anne carson

johannasviten - patrik rochling

when we were birds - ayanna lloyd banwo 👎

waiting for godot - samuel beckett

beloved - toni morrison

the member of the wedding - carson mccullers

all the lovers in the night - mieko kawakami

the master and margarita - mikhail bulgakov

beautiful losers - leonard cohen

iris murdoch for beginners - bran nicol

the maze maker - michael ayrton

the portrait of a lady - henry james

the joke - milan kundera

the black album - hanif kureishi

the bell - iris murdoch

aucassin and nicolette: and other medieval romances and legends - ed. eugene mason

the heart is a lonely hunter - carson mccullers

never let me go - kazuo ishiguro

my autobiography of carson mccullers - jenn shapland

slaughterhouse-five - kurt vonnegut

ballet and modern dance - susan au

twelfth night - shakespeare

the stranger - albert camus

human acts - han kang

tipping the velvet - sarah waters

the unicorn - iris murdoch

the sweetest dream - doris lessing

immodest acts: the life of a lesbian nun in renaissance italy - judith c. brown

the end of the story - lydia davis

salt slow - julia armfield

creation lake - rachel kushner

stone yard devotional - charlotte wood

remarkably bright creatures - shelby van pelt 👎👎👎

wise children - angela carter

[verenduss]

rafael's heart stutters; to imagine his children in such a state, pleading with guards and strangers for his comfort, from a lonely, chilly cell hurt a piece of him that he often tried to hide. however, he doesn't speak to it, doesn't allow his hurt to show on his face, instead he watches her from his position in front of the barred door. "i do not believe i said outright that you were guilty, only that i agree with such actions. i have heard in many countries with governments such as your's that holding a suspect until their innocence is proven is a general rule of thumb. does this not apply in france, minister? and if it does, then why are you in such a state over it? could it be that you hide your guilt in this behind your outward morals?"

"They deserve this, they deserve that, but where are those people? how many innocents would you punish in the hopes a few of them may deserve it?" The distain in her voice was clear. "Where will the justice be for my dresser? She is only recently turned 18 and terrified of the dark. I have never asked her why, but I can imagine many reasons for it. She is just a girl, on her own in a country other than France for the first time. I have already heard her crying for her mother. Will you deliver her justice?" The sound of her fear had been the hardest to bare.

"Can't you? Or would trying simply require you to see them as human." She shook her head in disgust, "even if you are right, even if the existing revolutionaries are a lost cause, this is a brilliant way to make more of them. How many people in these cells who previously wanted peace and cooperation will feel completely abandoned by the monarchy now? How many innocent people will be vulnerable to revolutionary voices whispering in their ears?"

She stands at her full height, looking down her nose at him (although he stands taller than she). "I believe in many things, but one of them is the rule of law. That people are innocent until proven guilty. That all people, regardless of birth, are equal under the law. It breaks my heart, to see it abandoned to easily."

[traegics]

Closed Starter - @fragmcntedsouls (Nicolette)

He had kept his distance since his return, the guilt of her demise still strong as ever within the pit of his stomach. How could he face her knowing he hadn't been there to keep her safe? To prevent her kids from becoming orphans? It had followed him for years after her death, an ache in his chest that yearned for her, the closest he could ever be to her was in the shadows as he watched her children grow up under her youngest sister's roof. It had been nothing more than an ongoing off and on affair since their meeting in France up until her death yet his heart ached for her every time they were apart. The news of her death leaving a gaping hole that he was forced to hide, forced to live with. Another regret, another guilt on his conscious. He should've been used to it by then but there had always been something so captivating about the hybrid. From the moment his eyes had landed on her he had known that she was the one. His deepest desire, his deepest love; no one had ever made him feel the way she had and during a time in his life where he had no recollection of his past, she had been his solace.

Seeing her at the gala had only reignited those feelings. Every last one of them burning through his frame with unrelenting fervor and yet he had fought each and every fiber of his being to refrain from crossing paths. Instead he had watched her from the corner of the room, her elegance unrivaled. His heart ached for her as he watched the scene unfold between her and her son, his every desire wanting to comfort her yet he couldn't. He couldn't look her in the eye, couldn't be near her without being consumed with that guilt. Then everything had gone to hell and any chance he would've had was gone. It hadn't been lost on him, the cries of her oldest son from the stage, the turmoil that spread through the young boys soul as Nicolette consoled him but he had to focus his energy on getting his family out. He'd return to ensure her kids had gotten out safely, even help them if they needed but first he had to ensure that his family didn't cause further chaos to the already chaotic scene surrounding them.

He had fought with himself for days after the gala on whether or not he should finally reach out. The need to ensure that her kids were in fact okay forcing him to fight through his own feelings of guilt and finally cross paths with the woman, stopping behind her frame as his hands shoved into his suit pockets and he gave a clearing of his throat. "It appears not even death was able to hold you down, Nicolette," Elijah mused.

[yaggy031910]

The napoleonic marshal‘s children

After seeing @josefavomjaaga’s and @northernmariette’s marshal calendar, I wanted to do a similar thing for all the marshal’s children! So I did! I hope you like it. c: I listed them in more or less chronological order but categorised them in years (especially because we don‘t know all their birthdays). At the end of this post you are going to find remarks about some of the marshals because not every child is listed! ^^“ To the question about the sources: I mostly googled it and searched their dates in Wikipedia, ahaha. Nevertheless, I also found this website. However, I would be careful with it. We are talking about history and different sources can have different dates. I am always open for corrections. Just correct me in the comments if you find or know a trustful source which would show that one or some of the dates are incorrect. At the end of the day it is harmless fun and research. :) Pre 1790

François Étienne Kellermann (4 August 1770- 2 June 1835) 

Marguerite Cécile Kellermann (15 March 1773 - 12 August 1850)

Ernestine Grouchy (1787–1866)

Mélanie Marie Josèphe de Pérignon (1788 - 1858)

Alphonse Grouchy (1789–1864)

Jean-Baptiste Sophie Pierre de Pérignon (1789- 14 January 1807)

Marie Françoise Germaine de Pérignon (1789 - 15 May 1844)

Angélique Catherine Jourdan (1789 or 1791 - 7 March 1879)

1790 - 1791

Marie-Louise Oudinot (1790–1832)

Marie-Anne Masséna (8 July 1790 - 1794)

Charles Oudinot (1791 - 1863)

Aimee-Clementine Grouchy (1791–1826)

Anne-Francoise Moncey (1791–1842)

1792 - 1793

Bon-Louis Moncey (1792–1817)

Victorine Perrin (1792–1822)

Anne-Charlotte Macdonald (1792–1870)

François Henri de Pérignon (23 February 1793 - 19 October 1841)

Jacques Prosper Masséna (25 June 1793 - 13 May 1821)

1794 - 1795

Victoire Thècle Masséna (28 September 1794 - 18 March 1857)

Adele-Elisabeth Macdonald (1794–1822)

Marguerite-Félécité Desprez (1795-1854); adopted by Sérurier

Nicolette Oudinot (1795–1865)

Charles Perrin (1795–15 March 1827)

1796 - 1997

Emilie Oudinot (1796–1805)

Victor Grouchy (1796–1864)

Napoleon-Victor Perrin (24 October 1796 - 2 December 1853)

Jeanne Madeleine Delphine Jourdan (1797-1839)

1799

François Victor Masséna (2 April 1799 - 16 April 1863)

Joseph François Oscar Bernadotte (4 July 1799 – 8 July 1859)

Auguste Oudinot (1799–1835)

Caroline de Pérignon (1799-1819)

Eugene Perrin (1799–1852)

1800

Nina Jourdan (1800-1833)

Caroline Mortier de Trevise (1800–1842)

1801

Achille Charles Louis Napoléon Murat (21 January 1801 - 15 April 1847)

Louis Napoléon Lannes (30 July 1801 – 19 July 1874)

Elise Oudinot (1801–1882)

1802

Marie Letizia Joséphine Annonciade Murat (26 April 1802 - 12 March 1859)

Alfred-Jean Lannes (11 July 1802 – 20 June 1861)

Napoléon Bessière (2 August 1802 - 21 July 1856)

Paul Davout (1802–1803)

Napoléon Soult (1802–1857)

1803

Marie-Agnès Irma de Pérignon (5 April 1803 - 16 December 1849)

Joseph Napoléon Ney (8 May 1803 – 25 July 1857)

Lucien Charles Joseph Napoléon Murat (16 May 1803 - 10 April 1878)

Jean-Ernest Lannes (20 July 1803 – 24 November 1882)

Alexandrine-Aimee Macdonald (1803–1869)

Sophie Malvina Joséphine Mortier de Trévise ( 1803 - ???)

1804

Napoléon Mortier de Trévise (6 August 1804 - 29 December 1869)

Michel Louis Félix Ney (24 August 1804 – 14 July 1854)

Gustave-Olivier Lannes (4 December 1804 – 25 August 1875)

Joséphine Davout (1804–1805)

Hortense Soult (1804–1862)

Octavie de Pérignon (1804-1847)

1805

Louise Julie Caroline Murat (21 March 1805 - 1 December 1889)

Antoinette Joséphine Davout (1805 – 19 August 1821)

Stephanie-Josephine Perrin (1805–1832)

1806

Josephine-Louise Lannes (4 March 1806 – 8 November 1889)

Eugène Michel Ney (12 July 1806 – 25 October 1845)

Edouard Moriter de Trévise (1806–1815)

Léopold de Pérignon (1806-1862)

1807

Adèle Napoleone Davout (June 1807 – 21 January 1885)

Jeanne-Francoise Moncey (1807–1853)

1808: Stephanie Oudinot (1808-1893) 1809: Napoleon Davout (1809–1810)

1810: Napoleon Alexander Berthier (11 September 1810 – 10 February 1887)

1811

Napoleon Louis Davout (6 January 1811 - 13 June 1853)

Louise-Honorine Suchet (1811 – 1885)

Louise Mortier de Trévise (1811–1831)

1812

Edgar Napoléon Henry Ney (12 April 1812 – 4 October 1882)

Caroline-Joséphine Berthier (22 August 1812 – 1905)

Jules Davout (December 1812 - 1813)

1813: Louis-Napoleon Suchet (23 May 1813- 22 July 1867/77)

1814: Eve-Stéphanie Mortier de Trévise (1814–1831) 1815

Marie Anne Berthier (February 1815 - 23 July 1878)

Adelaide Louise Davout (8 July 1815 – 6 October 1892)

Laurent François or Laurent-Camille Saint-Cyr (I found two almost similar names with the same date so) (30 December 1815 – 30 January 1904)

1816: Louise Marie Oudinot (1816 - 1909)

1817

Caroline Oudinot (1817–1896)

Caroline Soult (1817–1817)

1819: Charles-Joseph Oudinot (1819–1858)

1820: Anne-Marie Suchet (1820 - 27 May 1835) 1822: Henri Oudinot ( 3 February 1822 – 29 July 1891) 1824: Louis Marie Macdonald (11 November 1824 - 6 April 1881.) 1830: Noemie Grouchy (1830–1843) —————— Children without clear birthdays:

Camille Jourdan (died in 1842)

Sophie Jourdan (died in 1820)

Additional remarks: - Marshal Berthier died 8.5 months before his last daughter‘s birth. - Marshal Oudinot had 11 children and the age difference between his first and last child is around 32 years. - The age difference between marshal Grouchy‘s first and last child is around 43 years. - Marshal Lefebvre had fourteen children (12 sons, 2 daughters) but I couldn‘t find anything kind of reliable about them so they are not listed above. I am aware that two sons of him were listed in the link above. Nevertheless, I was uncertain to name them in my list because I thought that his last living son died in the Russian campaign while the website writes about the possibility of another son dying in 1817. - Marshal Augerau had no children. - Marshal Brune had apparently adopted two daughters whose names are unknown. - Marshal Pérignon: I couldn‘t find anything about his daughters, Justine, Elisabeth and Adèle, except that they died in infancy. - Marshal Sérurier had no biological children but adopted Marguerite-Félécité Desprez in 1814. - Marshal Marmont had no children. - I found out that marshal Saint-Cyr married his first cousin, lol. - I didn‘t find anything about marshal Poniatowski having children. Apparently, he wasn‘t married either (thank you, @northernmariette for the correction of this fact! c:)

[myocsfanfictions]

Safe Heaven - TWD Season 3

The Walking Dead Fanfiction

They had to leave the farm, and this time, they had to be on the road for seven months. Sarah and Nicki can not help but wonder and pray to find a new place. A place where they and their new family could start a life, maybe in peace, maybe forever. Does a safe heaven really exist in a world like the one they are facing?

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Chapter 4

NICOLETTE

After eight months, the group was finally able to spend more than two nights in the same place. T-Dog had been searching for supplies with Carol when they stumbled upon a little village in the middle of nowhere in Georgia. They had found an abandoned school where they could finally rest.

Rick had kept them safe throughout the winter, and Nicki was well aware of that, but he had made them move around constantly. Whenever he wasn’t sure about the safety of a location, he preferred to find a better one. But now everyone was feeling fatigued, and Lori, even though she kept up the pace as if she weren’t about to deliver a baby in a few weeks, was starting to tire more easily. So, when Rick agreed to stay at the school for a few days,

"The school wasn’t big; it was a kindergarten with only three classrooms. They had cleared it of the walkers that had been inside, and Sarah had set up her traps at the doors to alert them if any walkers managed to get in. This way, they could escape through the window of the classroom they were using for sleep.

"Glenn," Rick said, making the guy look towards him. Take the map; I wanna see where the closer creek is. Tomorrow, we might need more water." Glenn got up from where he was sitting next to Maggie and then followed Rick and Daryl to the other side of the classroom.

"You think we can stay here?" Nicki heard Carol ask Hershel. The man's beard and hair had grown, but Nicolette had to admit that the new look suited the old man. It made him look kind of badass.

"I don't know," he answered with the usual gentle tone. "The herd is far from here, but it's going to catch up sooner than later. " Then his eyes went to Lori, who was talking with Sarah.

The day before they found the school, they had stumbled across a herd of walkers. They were in the cars, so they were all safe. But it was a pretty big herd—too big for that place to keep them safe.

Nicki chuckled with annoyance. She was too used to not feeling safe, not even inside four walls. It felt like a mockery. Nicolette had never believed in God, but if there was one, he surely had a strange sense of humor.

"Dad," she turned when she heard Shorty's voice, "I've seen a store just at the end of the road. I thought I could go take a look." Rick looked down at his son. He didn't like when Carl wanted to go alone on runs, but it had happened, and Nicki was sure that under the worry, he was proud of him. She had to be honest about that. Shorty was difficult to scare, and he had learned pretty quickly how to handle himself out there.

"Rick..." Lori spoke, clearly not agreeing with Carl going.

"I can do it!" Carl exclaimed, glaring at his mother before turning back to his father. Nicki could see the uncertainty in Rick's eyes, but she knew that not letting Carl go would only make him more angry at Lori. So she got up from the desk she was sitting on, grabbed her quiver, and slung it across her shoulders.

"I can go with him," she said, taking the bow in her hand. Her suggestion didn’t seem to sit well with Shorty, but she ignored him, waiting for Rick's response.

The sheriff had come to trust Nicki's skills with the bow; she had proven herself more than once. But what held everyone back was her age. They often said she was too young, but in those months, she had done whatever it took to survive, just like the rest of them. They couldn’t deny that. So, even though she noticed the glance shared between Daryl and Sarah, as well as Rick’s uncertainty, she was confident he would eventually let them go.

"Alright," he said finally, nodding. "Come back in two hours, no more than that."

"Alright," she answered, then looked at Carl. "Come on, Shorty."

The boy rolled his eyes before heading toward the door, followed by Nicki. But just as she was about to walk out, Sarah stopped her, a gun in her hand.

"Bring this, too," her sister said.

"I'm okay with the arrows," Nicki replied, but Sarah insisted.

"And I'm okay with this only if you bring a gun, too." Sarah was terrified by the idea of Nicki running out of arrows. It wasn't easy to find them; even Daryl had shown her how to make more. Her sister always wanted Nicki to be prepared with more than one weapon.

"Alright," Nicki agreed, at last, taking the gun and tucking it into the back of her jeans. Then she followed Carl out.

"You didn’t have to come with me," Carl grumbled, marching ahead. His sheriff hat perched confidently on his head, a backpack slung over his shoulders, and the gun firmly in hand.

"It’s true," she replied coolly, nodding. "But then you’d just sulk all day."

She caught his glare at her, "What's into you?"

Nicki knew that Carl had taken in the whole Lori and Shane situation very badly. He adored his father, and he loved Shane, too. He surely felt like his mother had betraid their family in more than one sense. But she also knew that Lori regretted what she had done.

"Do you know the meaning of cohabitation?" she asked, and she saw him look briefly in her direction.

"Yeah," he shot back, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "It means I’m stuck with you."

That made her chuckle, "And I'm with you," Nicki said with a shrug of her shoulders, "And you are a pain when you are angry."

"So you’re doing this for yourself?" he countered, his skepticism evident. He scoffed when she didn’t respond.

They walked in silence for several meters before Carl stopped in his tracks. Something had caught his attention. Nicki frowned as she looked in the same direction.

It was a house.

The girl wondered what had interested him so much. They had seen many houses like that one, and they had even found shelter in some of them. But she had no time to ask because he had already started making his way toward the house.

Nicolette took a breath. "I thought we were going to the store," she said, hands on her hips.

"You go," he replied. "You don't have to come with me."

Nicki rolled her eyes and caught up with him, taking him by the shoulder to turn him around. "I promised your father I would accompany you. And you should be thankful," she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I know that..." he admitted, looking down. She observed him, his gaze fixed on the ground as he kicked the dirt softly with his foot.

"I don't want your 'thank you,'" Nicki said, making him look up. "But tell me what you want to do." He frowned, looking up at her.

"Why did you want to come with me?" Nicki cocked her head to the side.

"Why did you want to go to that house?" she asked, moving toward it. She chuckled when she heard him groan.

"It was not a stupid question," he muttered to himself as he caught up with her.

"So?" she pressed again.

"I hate when you don’t answer," he replied, making her chuckle again. But he continued, "My house was very similar." Nicki looked between him and the house.

"Is that so?" she asked, but he shrugged.

"We don’t have to go," he said dismissively. "Let’s just go to the store."

"Don’t be embarrassed," she called out when he was about to walk back to where they had come from. Carl shot her a small frown. "Come on," she said, gesturing toward the house with her head. "Let’s take a look."

The girl took one of her arrows, placing it against her bow as Carl gripped his gun. Nicki pressed one ear against the door to ensure there was no noise inside. The two of them shared a look before Carl reached for the doorknob and turned it open.

As they entered, the air was thick with dust, and an unsettling silence hung over everything. The walls were painted a faded peach, their once cheerful hue now dull and peeling. Wooden trim, chipped and weathered, outlined the windows, allowing faint rays of sunlight to filter through and illuminate the remnants of a life once lived.

The two of them nodded at each other, ready to separate to see if any walkers were inside. Carl headed toward the kitchen while Nicki stepped into the living room. There was a worn leather sofa that sat crookedly, flanked by mismatched chairs that had seen better days. A patterned rug lay askew on the hardwood floor, which creaked underfoot, echoing the absence of life. On a glass coffee table, a stack of magazines lay untouched. It didn’t seem there were any walkers in that room.

She walked out into the corridor, where she noticed framed photos of smiling families hanging crookedly on the walls. Their faces were dust-covered, whispering stories of joy now overshadowed by the stark reality of abandonment.

Then she saw Carl walking out of the kitchen, and as he turned to look at her, Nicki suddenly heard a growling sound. It was louder than usual, and then, from around the corner, a walker appeared.

"Behind you!" they both shouted at the same moment. Nicki quickly shot her arrow at the walker behind Carl as he fired in her direction. When she turned, she saw the walker behind her now lying on the ground, Carl's bullet in its skull.

"The bastard was in the closet," she whispered to herself, realizing she hadn’t noticed it there. Then she turned to Carl, sharing a nod of gratitude with him.

Then Nicki glanced back at the walker behind her. It was a woman, and as she looked at the photos on the wall, she realized it was the same woman who had once lived there. When she turned to follow Carl up the stairs, she noticed that the man from the photos was also present. She took a deep breath, hoping that at least one of them hadn’t killed the other.

Shaking off those thoughts, she made her way upstairs. The floor seemed clear as she looked around for Carl. She didn’t have to try hard to find him; he was looking at more pictures in a drawer in the corridor.

"It’s a pretty house," she said, leaning her back against the wall next to Carl, who looked at her with curiosity.

"I’ve never asked you," he reflected, "Did you live in a house like this one?"

Nicki shook her head, looking down. "No, an apartment," she answered. Her mind drifted back to her parents. She really hoped that one day she would see them again—or at least find out what had happened to them. And their grandmother.

"It must be hard for you," he said, keeping his blue eyes on her. "Not knowing." Tears welled up in Nicki's eyes as she thought about her parents.

"It’s alright," he said again, but his tone made her frown. He was speaking almost softly to her. "You don’t have to say anything. I’ll keep your secret, though."

She looked at him, confused. "What secret?" she asked, her voice devoid of harshness.

"What makes you cry," he answered.

She shook her head, drying her tears. "It’s not exactly a secret."

Then he smiled at her, a genuine smile. "I’ll keep it anyway," he said before walking toward the bedroom. Nicki watched him with wide eyes, then a little chuckle escaped her lips as she took another arrow and followed him.

Lucky for them, there was no walker inside, so they started to look around. Nicki walked toward the drawer and opened it. There were many shirts. They could use some.

For an instant, she felt a pang of sympathy for the couple lying dead downstairs, but once again, she pushed that thought aside. Gesturing to Carl to hand her his backpack, she opened it to put some clothes inside.

"Cool!" she heard him exclaim as he walked to a shelf. "Is this a pair of binoculars?" Nicki chuckled as he pointed them at her.

"Does it work?" she asked.

"Yeah," he replied, turning to look outside. "We could use them to..." Nicki frowned as he suddenly stopped talking and walked back toward her. "We gotta go," he said, his face pale.

"What?" she asked, but he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her along with him.

"A herd," he said, making her eyes widen. Was the herd already there? It couldn’t be. That herd was heading in another direction. How did they get so far so quickly?

"Where are they?" Nicki asked as they sprinted toward the door of the house.

"They're coming from the east," he answered, glancing at the street in that direction. Nicki followed his gaze. They would be there any minute now.

"We gotta tell the others," she said, nudging him to run toward the school.

The two of them raced side by side, adrenaline fueling their speed as Nicki glanced back over her shoulder to ensure no walkers were in pursuit. They weren’t far from the school, and with their urgency, they burst through the doors and into the classroom.

"Dad!" Carl cried, his voice a mix of fear and urgency.

"Carl!" Nicki heard Rick call as he sprinted toward his son. "What’s going on?"

"We gotta go now!" Carl exclaimed, his eyes wide with panic.

"A herd is coming," Nicki panted, trying to catch her breath. "Carl saw them coming from the east."

Rick's eyes widened in alarm. "Daryl!" he shouted, turning on his heel and leading them back into the classroom. "We gotta move! Everyone, get up!"

Nicki met Sarah's gaze for a brief moment, then rushed over to her sister to help gather their sleeping bags, their earlier calm shattered by the looming threat.

"Lori, let me help!" Carol called out as she ran to assist Lori. In the chaos, Hershel and Beth quickly packed away their food while Rick, Daryl, and Maggie stood guard by the door, eyes scanning for any signs of danger. Glenn and T-Dog had already jumped out of the window to get the cars running.

"Come on! Come on!" Glenn urged, running back to help pass bags through the window. One by one, they scrambled out, each person moving with a sense of urgency. Glenn, Maggie, Beth, and Hershel piled into one car, while Nicki climbed into another with Carol and T-Dog. Rick, Lori, and Carl took their own vehicle, and Daryl sped off on his bike with Sarah.

As they left the town, Nicki turned around and caught sight of at least forty walkers roaming the streets, their grotesque figures stumbling aimlessly. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she sank back in her seat, feeling the weight of despair settle over her. Once again, they were back on the road, a relentless journey through a nightmare that seemed never-ending. When would this horror finally stop? When would they find a safe place?