#Amel Bent

[pixiedust171204]

High School Musical 3 French Version :

For more, take a look at my masterlist ;)

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Amel Bent at Lecourt Mansion, Fall 2022

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L'extrait vidéo de "Juste une chance", par Akhenaton & Amel Bent

Solo de Amel Bent

L’extrait video de Juste une chance est mis en ligne le 2 mai 2023 sur la chaîne Youtube d’Akhenaton.Ce morceau est issu du film, et de la bande-originale du film Conte de la frustrationAmel Bent participe au morceau

[bentworld]

[ANNIVERSAIRE 🎂]

Aujourd'hui, nous fêtons les 19 ans de la sortie du second extrait du premier opus (Un Jour D'Été) de notre Amel Bent :

"Le Droit À L'Erreur" 💿✨️ (25 Avril 2005).

#HappyBirthdayLeDroitÀLErreur

Le clip :

https://youtu.be/dRXjV8RgfpE?si=r2u8_Tmf7LeUS6V0

[judas-isariot]

I started to make videos summing up the "Hit song" of each year in France. This classement is not sponsor (by Polydor or Spotify) it is based on the french syndicate of disc seller. Why do I share it ?

[xyrw]

of course the first thing I decided to draw in 2024 is this cunty ah Legolas

Wip

[nozomijoestar]

gay sex was invented in 2023 when i discovered french singers

[levi-lev]

"Viser la lune, ça me fait pas peur", as foretold by Famous French Poet, Amel Bent.

Chapter 309 spoilers ?

[inquisimer]

dragon age oneshot fic recs

@dreadfutures said that we should do more fic recs and she's absolutely right, so I'm starting what will hopefully be a series of fic rec lists, leading off with some oneshot recs! These are just standalone stories that don't require a big time commitment and definitely stuck with me after I read them.

Check them out! and leave a comment or kudos to let the author know you did 💜

Feel free to reblog this post and add your own oneshot fic recs! Or make your own fic rec post and tag me in it so I can read and promote your awesome recs :3

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My Lover's Phylactery by FrodaB

Cullen Rutherford/Female Inquisitor | G | 1472 words | No Archive Warnings Apply Author's Summary: She doesn't destory it Mer's Rec: this is an excellent piece that fills the gap DAI left (imho) about Trevelyan's phylactery! There's some excellent introspection from the Inquisitor and a bittersweet but somft and heartfelt ending between Cullen and his love.

Bent, Not Broken by spirrum (@spirrum)

Fenris/Female Hawke | G | 1595 words | No Archive Warnings Apply Author's Summary: In which Hawke doesn't run off to Weisshaupt, and an angry elf turns up at the Inquisition's door. Mer's Rec: this is a little slice of interpersonal relationships that beautifully captures Hawke's spirit! It starts with some platonic Hawke & Varric, perfectly encapsulating the exhaustion both of them feel after HLTA, and transitions smoothly into the heart-tugging reunion between Hawke and a frustrated Fenris who's very much in love.

last man standing (perhaps) by havvke (Wintertree)

Charade Amell & Carver Hawke & Female Hawke | T | 6749 words | No Archive Warnings Apply Author's Summary: Hawke’s teeth glinted when she grinned, except for the gap of her missing left dogtooth. Funny how they did that, even in such poor lighting. Glinting. Hawke barely seemed real. They’ve gone on a mission or two together since that initial, embarrassingly disastrous meeting, and it was still shocking that the woman lived up—if not surpassed—her nearly legendary status. Compared to the other missions Charade led with the Jennies, this was somewhat easier than her normal fare. But while Hawke was a known figure, and by technicality kin, Charade still didn’t know her. Mer's Rec: Okay, I'm admittedly biased toward this piece, because it was a gift for me as part of the 2023 Platonic Ideal Exchange. That being said, it is an INCREDIBLE work of sibling dynamics and I think of it whenever I think about Charade Amell. Havvke explores the relationship between Charade as a Red Jenny, Carver as a Grey Warden, and Hawke as...Hawke, in a beautiful web of complicated choices and found family. Over a year later, it still holds up as one of the best exchange gifts I've ever received.

Doggone by leggywillow (@leggywillow)

Alistair/Female Warden, Alistair & Anora Mac Tir, Alistair & Warden's Mabari | T | 3042 words | No Archive Warnings Apply Author's Summary: Alistair and the Warden are no longer together, but they still exchange letters - through Dog. Alistair struggles to find happiness in his life as king, but he isn't entirely alone. Mer's Rec: I read this one just recently and oh my GOODNESS it both made me laugh and also pulled at my heartstrings. Leggy alters the canon breakup between a King Alistair & the Warden to be somehow even more heartbreaking and the way that he talks to Dog is just so essentially Alistair, I could hear every line in his voice. Add to that several well done bits between Alistair & Anora and this piece absolutely delivers on the "sad" and "heartache" in the additional tags.

That Word You Call Me by thewitchofthewilds (gossamerstarsxx) (@saiyanshewolf)

Female Lavellan/Cullen Rutherford | T | 1768 words | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Author's Summary: The first time she tells him she loves him is the time he needs to hear it the most Mer's Rec: I love this piece for the intermingling of angst and fluff between Lavellan and Cullen. It leads in with one of the better descriptions of nightmare panic that I've seen and the way that Lavellan grounds Cullen from it is smooth and heartfelt, as is his reaction to her comfort. It caps off with some sweet fluff and a taste of human/elf relationships dynamics, for which I am a sucker, and which end the fic on soft, heartfelt note.

[some-vagrant-child]

Spoiler Alert: But Jason, there was never any indication that the spirits including the spirit Amel ever came from any god. Knowing that Amel was a modified human, a unique ghost, whose astral body included something that other bodies did not include (an element which he himself had developed by the way, not the aliens who kidnapped him) doesn't really change anything. So he's an earthbound ghost rather than a spirit who knows nothing of its origins. The novels have always approached the vampires scientifically, with rational minds like Marius describing their properties and shattering religious beliefs like those of the Druids who kidnapped Marius or the mysticism of Pandora who longed to worship Akasha. The decided bent of the novels has always been scientific, maintaining that the vampires are not magical, but biological beings. Louis' quest for spiritual meaning leads nowhere. And now with this Atlantis novel, we know more about the biological properties not only of Amel but of Gremt who is a spirit also. I saw it all as consistent with what went on before. --- Mekare described the spirits as childlike, capricious, not reservoirs of wisdom. The tone of all Mekare and Maharet said was scientific, as opposed to superstitious. The spirits could not be trusted. Should not be trusted. When Maharet discouraged Jesse from joining the Talamasca she presented a scientific bias. --- the novels have never offered any religious theory. Memnoch was presented as a liar, a monster, rejected by Lestat completely, who had to escape his realm. Religion throughout the Chronicles is always presented as negative and destructive.

Anne Rice on Amel, religion, and the nature of vampires, from Facebook (in 2018)

[onlyangelsupremacy]

SMUT WARNING!

Welp sorry for disappearing i was having exams. Well im back and im gonna be posting every week hehe.

So moree smutt coming upp

This straight up just goes to the scene so get ready...

Subrry,mommy kink, bondage,overstimulation,teasing...

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"Please Amelia" he whined as he tugged on the handcuffs cuffed on his wrists. As i grabbed his dick in my hands using my thumb to graze his tip as he hissed.

"What's my name again?" I asked as he jumped and cursed at my touch making me smirk. I love seeing him like this, so helpless and needy.

I bent down, licking his tip while looking at him with a mischievous glint. His eyebrows raised as he let out a loud whimper. I bit my lip as i looked up at him as i licked a stripe from his shaft to the tip.

His mouth formed a 'O' shape as he let out a loud moan, raising his hips for more contact. I didn't waste time taking him all in as his dick hit the back of my throat.

"Fuck...mommy" he said letting out a throaty moan. He tugged on his restrains once again but to no avail making me giggle.

"Its not gonna work baby so stop trying will ya?"

I reached for the nightstand beside the bed as I took the blind folds and blindfolded him. 'What are you doing, Amel-' I shushed him before he could finish his sentence and placed my hand on his neck, tightening my grip.

He whimpered closing his eyes as I placed my hand back on his cock. Slowly sliding up and down. He thrusted up into my hand desperate for more.

'Pipe down, will ya? If you're not going to be a good boy, I'm not going to be nice, Harry.' I stated in a firm tone making him whine and bite his lip trying to control himself. Pre cum was already leaking out his tip it was pathetic. So pathetic.

'You're so fucking pathetic let me tell you' I stated smirking at the sight. He blushed and looked away, avoiding eye contact as I looked back at him.

'Mommy, can you go faster, please...please' he huffed out the last 'please' in utter desperation. My hand picked up its pace a little, going up and down. I watched him as he let out the most obscene moan as he tilted his head back. His Adams apple popped out. I bent down, kissing his neck and sucking it.

He stuttered as he moaned out my name multiple times. His cum ended up all over my hands and his stomach as his dick continued to twitch in my hand spurting cum in small amounts. I bent down licking the tip. He tasted so good. God. He whimpered as his body twitched. So terribly sensitive. I looked up at him as his chest heaved up and down. His lip was bleeding from all the aggressive biting and chewing of it.

I moved back up as I kissed every part of him. His dick to his neck. I smashed my lips against his when I reached his lips. He slid his tongue between my lips as he pushed it further in finding my tongue. I could taste the metallic taste of his blood. I pulled back as I connected our foreheads.

'I love you,' he said as he closed his eyes right after. Dozing off in just a few seconds

'I love you more,' I said as I closed my eyes and fell asleep on his chest.

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Finally back please do like if you guys want me to write more like this!

I love you guys stay healthy and hydrated.

P.s. I'm gonna see taylor next year!!!

-Jan

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L'extrait vidéo de "Essaie de comprendre", par Akhenaton & Amel Bent

"Dis le moi si notre serment devant Dieu va se dissoudre"

L’extrait video de Essaie de comprendre est mis en ligne le 6 mai 2023 sur la chaîne Youtube d’Akhenaton.Ce morceau est issu du film, et de la bande-originale du film Conte de la frustrationAmel Bent participe au morceau

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#THROWBACK

Le 7 Février dernier, @amelbent était l'invitée et présidente d'honneur de la 6ème édition des Trophées @mediaclubelles 2024. Avec un discours d'introduction généreux et solidaire (que vous pouvez retrouver en reel), notre artiste préférée a assisté à cette remise de prix récompensant celles et ceux qui ont oeuvré cette année écoulée pour plus de parité dans les médias.

L'occasion aussi d'offrir aux lauréats une prestation live sur son classique #MaPhilosophie plus qu'à propos, au terme de cette cérémonie (live là aussi disponible dans les reels de cette page). Enjoy

#amelbent #maphilosophie #live #enjoy #unity #parité #discours #inspirant #womensempoyerment #trophées #mediaclubelles #trophéesmediaclubelles2024 #présidentedhonneur #féminisme #TeAmel

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[danaduchy]

Daylen Amell groaned, rubbing his eyes as the pounding in his head throbbed in sync with the sunlight streaming through the window. His gaze drifted to the door, where Aedan Cousland stood, arms crossed, his usual composed demeanor a sharp contrast to Daylen’s state of disarray.

"It's almost noon. We should be on the road already," Aedan said, his tone firm, a touch of irritation behind the calm exterior.

Right. They had things to do—important things. Cure to find. People to save.

Daylen sighed, sitting up slowly. The blanket barely covered his lower half as he stretched, feeling the soreness from last night’s escapades—though in a good way. The girl he had spent the night with had left before dawn, leaving only a few scratches on his chest as a reminder of their… energetic night.

He yawned and got out of bed with little care for modesty, moving toward his clothes that were scattered across the floor. Daylen didn’t bother to cover himself as he stood naked in the center of the room, rummaging for his tunic. There wasn’t much to be shy about, after all. He had nothing to hide. His lean, muscular frame had earned him plenty of admiration over the years, and if Aedan had a problem with it, he hadn’t said a word in all the time they’d traveled together.

As Daylen bent down to retrieve his trousers, Aedan’s gaze lingered for a brief moment before flicking back to his face, though his expression remained unchanged. He leaned casually against the doorframe, looking unimpressed—bored even. His steel-blue eyes scanned the room, taking in the mess with mild distaste.

"Had a fun night?" Aedan asked, his voice edged with amusement as he arched a brow. The corner of his mouth twitched, just enough to show that he was teasing.

Daylen, still shaking off the remnants of sleep, grunted in response. His voice came out rough, barely more than a growl. Talking before noon was always a chore.

Chuckling, Aedan pushed off the door and walked further into the room, boots thudding softly against the wooden floor. "You’re lucky we’re not in the middle of some darkspawn-infested cave. Taking your time like this would’ve gotten you killed," he remarked dryly, though there was no real reprimand in his tone.

Daylen didn’t dignify the comment with an answer. He yanked on his trousers and began fastening his belt. His mind, still groggy, began to catch up with the day ahead of them. Cures. Tainted blood. Blight. They had so much to do, and the weight of it started pressing down on him as soon as he was fully awake. The playful tone of the morning began to fade.

"Where to first?" Daylen asked, finally dressed and running a hand through his tousled dark hair. His mind was already working through their plans, trying to remember which road they were supposed to take. There was a meeting with someone, an herbalist or maybe a mage. Honestly, he’d lost track of all the names.

"The healer’s house, up near the western edge of the forest," Aedan reminded him, already securing his own sword belt and preparing for the journey ahead. He paused and glanced over at Daylen, giving him a long look. "Try not to charm half the village this time. We actually need information, not more distractions."

Daylen grinned, pulling on his boots. "No promises," he said, his voice still hoarse but playful now. "But it was your idea to make me the face of our little operation, wasn’t it? Can’t blame me if I use my strengths."

Aedan rolled his eyes but smirked, shaking his head as he headed for the door. "Just be ready in five minutes. We’ve wasted enough time already."

Daylen finished dressing quickly, fastening his clothes with a practiced hand before grabbing his sword. As he joined Aedan by the door, he shot his companion a mischievous look. "You know, you could learn a thing or two from me about letting loose. You’re wound tighter than a Chantry sister during a sermon."

Aedan gave him a flat look. "I’d rather focus on staying alive than indulging in distractions, thanks."

"Suit yourself," Daylen replied, following Aedan out of the room and into the bright afternoon sun. He squinted as the light hit his eyes, a slight frown forming as he adjusted to the outside world. As much as he enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh, he knew Aedan was right—there were far more important things ahead. The Blight didn’t care if he had a fun night or not. It was still out there, festering, spreading. And it was their job to stop it.

The two of them walked side by side, down the worn path leading away from the village, their banter falling into a comfortable rhythm as they set off once again to face the darkness together.

[jamie-007]

Marine, tu sais ce soir ça va mal

J'ai trop d'choses sur le cœur donc

Il faudrait que l'on parle

Marine, si je m'adresse à toi ce soir

C'est qu'tu y es pour quelque chose

T'as tout fait pour qu'ça foire

Marine, dans l'pays de Marianne

Y a l'amour, y a la guerre

Mais y a aussi le mariage

Marine, pourquoi tu perpétues les traditions ?

Sais-tu qu'on sera des millions

À payer l'addition?

Ma haine est immense

En ce soir de décembre

Quand je pense à tous ces gens que tu rassembles

Tu l'sais, moi j'suis comme toi

J'veux qu'on m'écoute

Et tout comme toi j'aimerais qu'les jeunes se serrent les coudes

Marine, t'as un prénom si tendre

Un vrai prénom d'ange

Dis-moi c'qui te prend

Marine, on ne sera jamais amies

Parce que ma mère est Française

Et qu'je n'suis pas née ici

Marine, regarde-nous, on est beaux

On vient des quatre coins du monde

Mais pour toi on est trop

Ma haine est immense

Quand je pense à ton père

Il prône la guerre

Quand nous voulons la paix

Marine, tu es victime

Des pensées de ton géniteur

Génération 80, on a retrouvé notre Führer

Marine, t'avais l'honneur

D'être proche de l'ennemi

D'installer un climat paisible dans nos vies

Mais Marine, t'es forcément intelligente

T'as pas songé à tous ces gens

Que t'engraines dans l'urgence?

Marine, t'es mon aînée

Et pourtant je n'te respecte pas

Il m'a fallu faire ce choix

Marine, tu pouvais briser la chaîne

Prendre la parole

Et nous rendre nos rêves

Marine, t'as fais la même connerie que lui

Penser que le Blanc

Ne se mélange pas à autrui

Marine, on ne sera jamais amies

Parce que je suis une métisse

Et que je traîne avec Ali

Marine, plus j'te déteste et mieux je vais

Et plus je proteste

Et moins nous payons les frais

Marine, tu crois vraiment qu't'es dans l'vrai

Qu't'as su saisir ta chance

Et qu'ton avenir est tracé

Marine, j'suis pas de ceux qui prônent la haine

Plutôt de ceux qui votent

Et qui espèrent que ça s'arrête

T'as fais couler ce navire, Marine

J'ai peur du suicide collectif

Des amoureux en couleur

Marine, pourquoi es-tu si pâle?

Viens faire un tour chez nous

C'est coloré et c'est jovial

J'aimerais tellement que tu m'entendes

J'veux bien être un exemple

Quand il s'agit de vous descendre

Marine, tu t'appelles Le Pen

N'oublies jamais qu't'es le problème

D'une jeunesse qui saigne

Viens, viens

Allons éteindre la flamme

Ne sois pas de ces fous qui défendent le diable...

Amel Bent, Camélia Jordana et Vitaa.