#Antoine | threads |

[octavodecimo]

Whenever I draw or think of Saint-Just I always like to keep in mind the time period he lived in, his portraits, and david d’angers’ bust. It's reasonable to assume his facial features reflected the era's definition of what was considered 'attractive' in those days to some degree—and being considerably younger than his peers helped also.

What was thought of as 'aesthetically pleasing' then may not be the case today which makes Saint-Just's supposed 'beauty' so compelling to dwell over because he could have easily looked like your average joe. He just happened to be born in a time period that celebrated his particular attributes.

So no, I will never draw him with a straight nose, thicker eyebrows, or a ridiculously over-exaggerated jawline and though he may not be pinterest bad boy pretty, think of when he was born because that defines what "handsome" means.

Edit: and of course (id forgotten to add) 19th century authors contributing to SJs current reputation mentioned by piriecore.

[vaguely-concerned]

rye in the sheltered glade with evka and antoine after destroying the blight eruption with unholy amounts of alchemical fire, looking Directly at lucanis studying a flower as it emerges undaunted from the thousand year horrors of the blight with all the guileless wonder and fascination of a little boy: yeah that's uh. wow. that is beautiful actually. this kind of does change everything doesn't it

[cringesnail]

Saw a thread of old clips on Twitter so I translated the french ones

(pink: Antoine, yellow: Baghera, green: Etoiles, white: other)

[perditus]

Closed starter for @dinnanshiral

 “ I have heard many tales of you while at Weisshaupt. Your decision to spare the Wardens was admirable ”

Antoine can’t help the way his gaze lingers on the Inquisitor, interest piqued at the thought of meeting such a revered hero.  Though Orlesian himself, Antoine had been conscripted by the Anderfels Wardens instead. Still they were his people and Wardens alongside him, so gratitude came easy to the Warden regardless of affiliation. 

His research had brought him to Emmrich of all people, perusing his extensive tome collection for information that might help him with his research. With the Blight’s unique changes, Antoine had found it difficult to study with existing Warden knowledge. So he visits often nowadays, occasionally leaving with a few books in hand to bring back to Lavendal. Of course, with the Inquisitor present he could not help but approach. 

     “ Pardon, you are probably busy but I was curious..why did you choose to show mercy to the Orlesian Wardens? Their actions would be unforgivable to many”

[immortalmuses]

Evka must do a double take when catching Antoine out the side of her gaze. Was that popcorn? She follows his eye-line to fall upon Rook and Davrin in conversation then returns her gaze to her husband and briefly shakes her head. Eventually she approaches Antoine and hooks her arm with his to pull him from where he sits with a playful ❛ Come on... ❜ as she does so. // I couldn't help it ok! XDD

ㅤㅤㅤAntoine, ever the opportunist for a little romance, had located a perfect vantage point to watch the tableau between Rook and Davrin play out. His alcove is within easy view (and hearing distance) of their conversation, but obscured by shadows in such a way that he will not draw attention to himself. c'est magnifique!

ㅤㅤㅤThe Warden has just settled in with a snack in his lap when he feels the familiar hand of his wife snake through the bend in his elbow. In the next instant, Evka has yanked him from his cozy spot, much to Antoine's dismay "Quoi! Mon Pop-corn!"

ㅤㅤㅤTurning large, soft eyes on Evka, the Orlesian makes an aggrieved noise, his complaint murmured at a conspiratorially quiet volume, "-- don't you wish to see them fall in love??"

[sanguine-law]

@melancoliefatale | panic

It was supposed to be a nocturnal walk after dealing with patients and monster alike, his dealing with his research…but the air was soft even if chilly a little and the moon was bright too, leaf were dancing , flower closed. but something caught his attention and it was the man leaning against a tree seeming have some difficulty breathing and Antoine approach to offer assistance. So what a surprise to see the vampire in what could be a panic attack. And he asked what he could do to help. but nothing prepared him to what happened next and how the vampire lash out that he take one step back with a contained but still surprise look. Fear and hunger in his voice and suffering in his eyes, something that he was familiar with, too much familiar. so now Antoine looked firstly at Joseph searching for a cause of his panicked state before looking at his eyes and moving his hands in a way to signifies no harm. «  I do not hate you. And if I wanted to hurt you should i do it when your were injured last time ? Plus, it’s against my oath.. » he voice softly searching to calm the vampire down as he stay still to not make him panicked more. « I care about helping people and I want to help you because you are not well right now. Now, try to take deep breath slowly in and out, I will not harm you. I promise. »

"Bullshit!" he snapped back. "NO ONE bothers this much until they want something!" His wings flared out. Joseph pulled his hands in front of his chest as if he were trying to hold something. "I hate people like you! You ALWAYS lie about caring about people even when your game is found out!

"Do you want gold?! Fame? Do you want my power?! Do you just want a favor from the oldest vampire there ever was?! SECRETS?! It can't be sex, you would've asked already!" He had to pause to take a struggling breath. "Do you want to watch me suffer?! JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT ALREADY!"

Joseph pull in another breath. He couldn't help wheezing, almost like a sob. Weak. Weak. Weak. They were going to kill him. Use his weakness and kill him. Stab him to death. Choke him.

He could feel his body trembling.

Joseph swept a hand out to dismiss the claims. "BECAUSE NO DOCTOR CARES THAT MUCH ABOUT A WORTHLESS LITTLE OATH IF IT GETS IN THE WAY OF KILLING SOMEONE THEY DESPISE!"

[monarhrh]

@reinaxc | Cedric & Maya the day after the arrests.

As dawn's first light filtered through the small, barred window of his cell, Cédric stretched his stiff limbs, his anger from the previous night now a controlled and focused determination. His mind was set on finding answers and ensuring the safety of those he cared about. In the adjacent cell, the Deputy Prime Minister of France, Maya, sat on a small cot.

Cédric rose and approached the bars separating them, his voice low and steady. "Maya," he called softly, ensuring his tone conveyed both concern and camaraderie. "Are you all right?"

[melancoliefatale]

➵ to Antoine from @undyingmedium

I would hurt you or use you. | you unsettle me. | I dislike you or you annoy me. | I would like to get to know you better. | I pity you. | you confuse me. | I feel indifferent towards you. | I would be friends with you. | I would fight by your side. | I would hug you or hold your hand. | I would kiss you. | I would sleep with you. | I would lie for you. | I would protect you. | I would fall in love with you. | I would kill for you | I respect you. | you are my family. | I don’t know you.

[thefvrious]

@lovecharged 01/02

the intensity of the situation sits heavily on rollo's shoulders, like he's atlas bearing the weight of the world. he can't even hide the anxiety about it all, it's just written there on his face. so, when he looks at antoine, maybe it's for a bit of strength, though he'd never say it outright. "there's no turning back now." he says, and his eyes, like a cloudy summer sky, search the vampire's face.

[perditus]

✦ Revamped Antoine Companion Verse ✦

Hardly a week after succeeding in his Joining, Antoine was bitten by a werewolf by the name of Renke, a noble’s son who succumbed to a hunger demon’s possession. At the time, Antoine and Evka managed to defeat Renke and banish the hunger demon but not kill it. Unfortunately, neither of them were able to confirm it’s death and could only assume based on the other living werewolf reverting to his former self. For a time it was fine, the curse within Antoine lay dormant but gifting him with a heightened sensitivity to the blight within him. 

That is, until the veil was nearly broken by Solas’s ritual. Fiwyn, the hunger demon that had originally cursed Renke and eventually Antoine, was able to escape the fade once more. It did not go after Antoine directly, but its presence in Thedas caused the dormant lycanthropy within Antoine to finally activate. Antoine’s first transformation was incredibly unpleasant and he attacked Evka while they were out together on a mission, nearly killing her. Combined with the blight in his blood, restraining him was nearly impossible - but Evka wouldn’t allow them to kill him. 

Antoine spent time locked away in Weisshaupt’s dungeons, his mind struggling to regain control against the beast that now held the reins. Only his uniqueness as a blighted werewolf kept him alive at this point, the Wardens intrigued as they had not seen blighted werewolves since around the time of the Fifth Blight. Evka was forced to leave him behind when restationed in the High Anderfels, though she searched endlessly for signs of the hunger demon that had cursed him. 

During the attack on Weisshaupt, Evka frees Antoine from his restraints in the dungeons. Initially he tries to attack her and the others, but his strong internal hunger for her love overtakes the animalistic instincts that had once ruled his form. For the time he’s able to cooperate with them, helping the Wardens attempt to drive back the Darkspawn attacking the Fortress. They’re forced to retreat as Weisshaupt falls, relocating to Lavendel where Antoine is once again restrained for the time being. 

After considering their options, Evka asks for Rook to bring Antoine to the Lighthouse to see if it has any effect on him. Bringing him to the Lighthouse causes the werewolf curse to go dormant once again, as the hunger demon is in Thedas rather than the fade at this point. Antoine transforms back into his former self for the time being, albeit altered after being a werewolf for as long as he had. His eyes are those of a wolf, with sharpened canines and a scent that indicates he’s more animal than elf.  At this point, he’s recruitable as a companion, though initially remains in the Lighthouse until he’s confident enough to try leaving again. 

Leaving does cause the werewolf curse to take effect again, but this time his mind stays in control. Antoine is able to use Evka as his mental anchor so to speak, as his curse is based on a hunger demon - he hungers for her love and affection more than anything else. 

✦ Following the fall of Weisshaupt, Antoine is able to maintain control over himself once again due to Evka acting as a mental anchor for him. There are points where his animalistic side occasionally takes over however. 

✦ He is a recruitable companion and maintains his elf form while in the Lighthouse indefinitely. 

✦ In his elf form, he was wolf-like eyes, slightly shaggier hair and sharper canines as a result of his curse. Antoine also smells like a wolf despite his best efforts and has a few wolf-like mannerisms that even confuse him. 

✦ Leaving the lighthouse re-activates the curse, but he can maintain his elf form for short periods of time until the beast breaks out again. It’s usually long enough to complete missions, but taking too long forces him to revert. Engaging in fights shortens the time he has as an elf as well. 

✦ His main companion missions involve tracking down traces of werewolves in order to find the demon that originally cursed him. That is his main goal besides helping the Veilguard, as he wishes to be with Evka indefinitely once more without risking her life. It all ends with him finally killing the hunger demon permanently rather than just banishing it, finally breaking his curse entirely. 

✦ Antoine does still research the blight - he simply does so from the Lighthouse and during small incursions to Lavandel. He is still sensitive to the blight since the dormant curse had given him sensitivity to begin with. Helping him with his research allows him to assist in saving Lavandel. 

[immortalmuses]

@kismetwilled sent: if they attack again, we'll be ready. // Evka to Antoine ouo

ㅤㅤㅤ"Ah, how you inspire with your words, Mon cœur!" Antoine says, his reply muffled behind the hand towel he's using to scrub soot and grime from his face. Despite the state of him (and his equipment), the archer sounds optimistic, even enthused. "-- this is but one reason why you are the greatest Warden I have ever met!"

[monarhrh]

@thcrnedthrones | Cedric & Genevieve

In the cold confines of his cell, Cédric Antoine Perceval Leclerc sat with his back against the damp stone wall, his thoughts a tumultuous storm of anger, betrayal, and longing. The events that led to his imprisonment felt like a cruel twist of fate, orchestrated by unseen hands that sought to tear him apart from everything he held dear. And yet, amid the shadows and echoes of despair, there came a hauntingly familiar sound—the soft echo of footsteps approaching. The Commander looked up, his heart lurching as Princess Genevieve appeared before him, her face illuminated by the faint glow of a flickering torch. She stood just beyond the reach of his outstretched hand, her presence both a balm and a torment to his weary soul. "Genevieve" Cédric murmured, his voice rough with unspoken anguish. "You shouldn't have come. It's too dangerous."

[monarhrh]

@opalnoble | Cedric & Aurora at the Soldiers Taverna

The sun was beginning its descent, casting a warm golden hue over the city of Paraty. Located just a few hours' ride outside of Rio De Janeiro, Paraty was known for its scenic beauty, sandy white beaches, and quaint homes. Just off the main beach, rows of charming shops lined the boardwalks, creating a lively atmosphere.

Princess Genevieve was among those enjoying the late afternoon, browsing the shops with a casual grace. Cedric had been instructed to grant her privacy, so he decided to take a walk and admire the seashore. As he strolled along the boardwalk, the rhythmic sound of the waves lapping against the shore provided a soothing backdrop. The scent of the ocean filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of nearby food stalls.

Cedric's thoughts were interrupted when he unexpectedly crossed paths with Crown Princess Aurora. "Your Highness," Cedric greeted her with a respectful bow, his voice steady despite his surprise. "It is an unexpected pleasure to see you here."

[monarhrh]

He considered the princess's words, reflecting on the truth behind them. Titles and lands often came with expectations and responsibilities, but they didn’t guarantee wisdom or compassion. He had seen many wield power without the insight to use it for good, prioritizing ambition over the well-being of those they governed. Considering her desire to leave. “If you feel it’s best to go, I won’t keep you." He stepped back slightly, allowing her to make her exit without pressure. "Your Highness" he said softly, his tone filled with sincerity.

He made his way to the candlelight alter, the soft flicker of flames beckoning him. Each flickering flame a reminder of lives past and hopes for the future. Silently, he lit several candles, one for each member of his family and another for those whom the princess had lost. The warm glow of the candles enveloped him, casting shadows against the church walls. Cedric closed his eyes briefly, offering his thoughts and prayers in the quiet solitude of the sanctuary.

yet he  stood  beside  and  served  those who had. no words he spoke would alter that fact nor add new colors to the image the french had painted of themselves in her eyes. he might not have been there but the people he supped with or called friends may have been. logically, if conflict brewed between their nations again he might be ordered to take action. all thoughts she kept contained in her mind. voiced denial was easy; she tired of hearing it. ❝ thank you for your acknowledgement, sir, ❞   she said softly instead. anger still burned but an opportunity to avoid further conflict made it return to its quieter state. if only the nerves in her stomach would follow in suit.   ❝ some who possess titles or land have failed at that. ❞   she took a deep breath.   ❝ now, i believe it's best i take my leave. ❞

[mysticstronomy]

WHAT IS "NOTHING" IN SPACE??

Blog#433

Wednesday, September 4th, 2024.

Welcome back,

We can define physical reality pragmatically as all that which exists in the cosmos, and there is no such thing as complete emptiness in it. Quite the opposite, it seems that the more we learn about nature, the busier space becomes. We can contemplate the idea of a metaphysical emptiness, a complete void where there is nothing. But these are concepts we make up, not necessarily things that exist. Even calling nothingness a “thing” makes it into something.

Leucippus and Democritus, the Greek philosophers credited with the invention of atomism — that everything is made of tiny bits of matter that cannot be divided — suggested the joint existence of atoms and the void. Atoms make up everything that exists, but they move in a complete emptiness, the void.

As an exercise in the always evolving way we figure things out about the world, we can make a list of the things we know fill up empty space. (The list does change. For example, 120 years ago, it would have included the ether, the medium in which light was supposed to propagate.)

Starting with classical physics, the key concept is that of a field. A field is a spatial manifestation of a source. If an object sensitive to the field is placed within its range, it will respond in some way, usually by being attracted to or repelled by the source that creates the field.

In classical physics we know of only two forces, gravitational and electromagnetic. Every object with mass attracts every other object. You attract and are attracted by everything that exists — by butterflies and whales, by the Sun and all the planets of this Solar System and across the Universe.

The intensity of an object’s gravitational field grows in proportion to its mass and decays with the square of the distance to it. In that sense, space is filled with interconnected fields that link us to the rest of the Universe.

Gravitational fields extend their threads to all corners of space. Since fields carry energy, we can say that space is filled with the energy of these gravitational fields. Electromagnetic fields also have energy, of course. But since electric and magnetic forces can be attractive and repulsive, they usually are neutralized and rarely manifest themselves at great distances.

At the quantum level, space gets even busier. Indeed, quantum physics tells us there is no such thing as zero energy. In the world of atoms and subatomic particles, movement is constant, and there is an energy associated with a particle’s residual motion called zero point energy, or vacuum energy.

If we now connect this fact to the famous E=mc2 formula, which states that energy and matter may be interconvertible, it is possible for particles of matter to spring out from the energy of the vacuum — the energy of empty space.

The Universe itself could emerge in this way, as we have discussed. The fact that matter may come out of what we would call “nothing” shows that the “nothing” of quantum physics is far from a complete void. Virtual particles appear and disappear like bubbles in a boiling soup. In the current view of quantum physics, the void bubbles continuously with the creation and destruction of matter particles.

We met the concept of fields in classical physics, but it carries over to quantum physics with even more dramatic effects. We no longer refer to particles, in fact, but to the fields that create them. An electron or a proton is an excitation of the electron or the proton fields, respectively, like small waves drifting on the surface of a lake.

Particles are pictured as knots of energy moving in their fields, with physical properties like mass.

The physical picture that emerges is that of space filled with quantum fields that boil up with real and virtual particles. As the Fox said to the Little Prince in Antoine de Saint-Exupéry’s fable, “What is essential is invisible to the eyes.” This is as true for love and friendship as it is for the “nothingness” of space.

Originally published on https://bigthink.com

COMING UP!!

(Saturday, September 7th, 2024)

"WHY IS EVERYTHING IN SPACE ALWAYS MOVING??"

[pommunist]

Thread of Ccs and admins expressing their support for Pomme’s admin, Lumi, on Twitter, just because it warms my heart

Mine, Mike’s spouse also know for qsmp fans as Deusa Mine :

Mynthos, part of the monday team with baghera antoine and etoiles and played in Purgatory two :

« Uncle Mynthos loves you. »

Guill, played in Purgatory 2 as well.

« Big respect for everything »

Baghera

« I’m gonna miss you Pominette, manzanita. 💛✨»

« I already miss you 💙😭 »

AngleDroit aka Florence, french cc part of the monday team (she also was here during the alps trip this winter)

Lumi : « I would have loved to have you on the server »

Horty, french cc also part of the monday team, Baghera once gave her a tour of the server.

Lumi : « Playing with you and Baghera that day is among my best memories on the server, it was so nice 💙 »

Agent 18’s admin, Pancks

Dansir’s admin, Léa, who is the first whistleblower

« I love you so much, thanks for everything. »

Sunny’s admin