#Duparc

[sunset-supergirl]

Happy birthday Sandrine Piau

[mozart2006]

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[dolcissimamiavita]

J'oublierai les douleurs passées， Mon amour，quand tu berceras Mon triste coeur et mes pensées Dans le calme aimant de tes bras.

(Jean Lahor, Chanson triste)

あなたの腕のやさしい静けさのなかで

わたしの悲しい心と思いを

あなたが揺らしてくれるとき、恋人よ、

私はありし日の悩みを忘れるだろう。

（ジャン・ラオール「悲しい歌」）

[artzychic27]

Adult!Austin T would have a restaurant, and i have a feeling that even tho he is a sweetheart, he would be a chef like Gordon Ramsay, a good cooker but a short fuse for crimes againts food

Austin Tomassian-Duparc: *Kissing Jean goodbye* Bye, sweetie muffin, I’ll see you after work. *Petting and kissing Orpheus goodbye* Bye, baby, be good for daddy, okay?

*Later at his restaurant*

Austin T-D: Listen up, grunts! We have a Sweet 16, Bat Mitzvah, and retirement party to cater, so get to fucking moving, and don’t fuck up!

*His chefs hastily get to work preparing several dishes*

Austin T-D: *To a chef cracking eggs* Are you putting in the yolks?! Do you not see the fucking yolks in the fucking bowl?! Do it again, and stop wasting my eggs!

*He storms over to a chef preparing a salad*

Austin T-D: Who the fuck taught you how to cut veggies?! *Squeezes a tomato in his fist and smears it on the chef’s apron* This looks like a pizza place prepared it! Who cuts a tomato into thirds?! Go to the corner, and think about what you’ve done! *Glances over* And YOU!

*He grabs two loaves of bread and puts them on the chef’s face*

Austin T-D: Answer me! What the fuck are you?! I will tell you what you are! You are an idiot sandwich! SAY IT!

Chef: *Close to crying* I’m an idiot sandwich.

Austin T-D: That is right! And who the fuck ordered this bread?! *Takes a bite out of it only to spit it on the floor* I wouldn’t even give it the honor of using it to wipe the sweat off my brow after making sweet love to my husband!

*His phone rings*

Austin T-D: … One moment. *Answers and does a complete 180* Hi, snickerdoodle! Orpheus did what? *Laughs* I swear, that boy acts like a cat. Send me a picture of that, okay, sweetie pie? Love you, kisses! *Hangs up* … GET BACK TO FUCKING WORK!

[lostuntothisworld]

Bitter and Rebellious, Lilamoth's Origins, a rough draft

Maria DeAngelo was not a good person.

She was born lower class, and was extremely bitter about it. Although she had the work ethic and was very intelligent, Maria opted to stealing, swindling, and manipulating her way through life. She had no use for her loving but exhausted, overworked parents or her multitude of younger siblings.

Maria thought she was better than that.

At 17 years of age, she discovered Tsurugi Industries. They were experimenting with fertility treatments, and were rewarding a cash payment for eligible women who were willing to subject themselves to the trials and tribulations of experimental pregnancy.

Maria forged documents and signatures in order to show that she was of age, and was selected to join the trial.

Little did she know, she was the only woman in the trial who would conceive. She was secretly implanted with twin sentimonster embryos. Her body was being used as a stress test for what was possible with the Peacock Miraculous.

When her parents found out she was pregnant, she was cast out, and disowned. Luckily, Tsurugi Industries was more than willing to house and feed her in their campus while she was pregnant.

During her first trimester, Maria faked an illness. The doctors and nurses stationed at the Tsurugi Industries campus in Paris leaped into action at the first inkling of disease. Maria was hooked up to a million sensors and many tests were ran.

During the panic, Maria was able to discover the password for her case: “Miracle_01”.

Most of the information on her case was protected by fingerprint scanning technology, but she did find out the one single piece of information she was looking for: the biological father of her twins.

His name was Jeremy Verdi, and he was a very wealthy corporate lawyer of Tsurugi Industries.

Maria couldn’t help but grin. All that was left to do was meet this wealthy man and work her womanly charms in order to trap him in marriage.

The morning after she discovered her children’s father’s identity, she was packed into a first class private jet to spend the rest of her pregnancy at the Tokyo, Japan Tsurugi campus.

It was explained to her that the team of prestigious doctors and nurses there could check up on her constantly. Maria was confused as to why the Paris medical team couldn't watch over her, but decided against saying anything. She just had to be patient.

The rest of her pregnancy was uneventful. She lived life as lavishly as one could, in a private hospital. Maria did not suffer from any of the common ailments that twin mothers do, like disappearing twin syndrome, or twin to twin transfusion.

Even her delivery was uneventful. Maria didn’t remember any of it. She was brought into the clinic on her due date (a couple of weeks early, as is custom for twin pregnancies), was given medicine, and when she woke up, there were 2 tiny babies in little hospital cribs by her bed.

She named her eldest son Mio, after a character in a novel her mother used to read to her and her siblings. The younger daughter who was born minutes after him, was named Marguerite, which in French translated to “Pearl”, and also her favorite flower, the daisy.

The twins were small, but strong and healthy. Maria put on the perfect doting young mother act and the doctors and nurses discharged her when they deemed her ready.

She signed a robust NDA, and she was once again packed in a first class private jet and sent back to Paris, but this time with two little bundles of precious cargo.

A self driving limousine brought Maria and the twins back to her one room flat.

Maria prayed that the monthly checks she mailed her landlord from Tokyo arrived on time.

She slid her key into the lock. It turned, and the door opened. Maria stepped inside, two newborns in tow. She breathed a sigh of relief.

And then everything changed.

Maria was a terrible mother. She was never home, rarely kept food or baby formula in the house, and was a poor housekeeper. The only reason she had money to afford rent to her tiny flat was because Tsurugi industries paid her for the “experimental fertility treatment”.

But the money didn’t last long, because Maria would rather spend her time shopping and searching every nightclub for Mr. Verdi—a man like him didn’t stay home keeping house, after all.

But childcare, and keeping up appearances caused Maria’s funds to quickly run low.

Then came the revolving door of men that frequented the tiny apartment. The men supported Maria financially, but the twins were even more neglected.

Then one day, Maria attended a concert for an up and coming artist named Jagged Stone. Rumor had it that the musician was originally part of the smash hit duo that was CrocoDuo, but she didn’t believe it.

Maria wasn’t even looking for Mr. Bianca. was just there for the music, but fate had its own say, and she spotted him from across the club, in his own private booth.

The elusive Mr. Bianca was handsome for a man old enough to be her father. Or perhaps it was because he was waving around a heavy black credit card.

The second he laid eyes on her, Mr. Bianca fell in lust with Maria.

The aging man made his move.

Mr. Bianca showered Maria with gifts, jewelry, and money. Maria and her twins were finally able to move into a larger apartment with two bedrooms, instead of just a pullout couch in a single room.

Unfortunately, Mr. Bianca was married, and had a young family of his own. His wife was a stern upper crust employee of Audrey Bourgeois’ fashion empire. She was young, smart, beautiful, and had a strong disposition.

Mrs. Bianca also didn’t know her husband offered his DNA to Tsurugi Industries to create experimental designer babies for a lump sum of cash. But on the other hand, Maria told Mr. Bianca that her twins were the repercussion of a past boyfriend.

Despite the odds, Maria was still convinced she could make the man hers. She soon fell pregnant, and the lawyer’s marriage quickly dissolved after Maria brazenly presented proof of her pregnancy, and affair to the wife in question during an important fundraising event the couple was attending for Haus of Bougeois.

It was a massive scandal.

Mr. and Mrs. Bianca divorced, but Mr. Bianca also cut all ties with his mistress.

Maria was left alone, with no prospects, no income, and two, soon to be three tiny hungry mouths to feed. She could no longer afford a nanny, and the elderly neighbor who graciously watched her twins for free when Maria was tight on money had long since passed away.

Maria attempted a few part time minimum wage jobs between frequenting clubs in order to find a new affluent lover. Nobody wanted her after her public display of shame.

Maria hated working, and was deeply ashamed she had to lower herself to something so demeaning such as bagging groceries. She spiraled into a deep depression after mere weeks of taking care of twin infants.

A few short months later, she birthed her third child. A healthy bouncing baby boy. She named him Wayhem, a play on the word mayhem, to reference how her life has turned out.

The final funds from Maria’s affair dried up and the young family was evicted from their apartment. They moved between various shelters and motel rooms for about four years.

During one of Maria's three-day long partying streaks, the the children ran out of milk and cereal. Mio held his sister and brother's hands and lead them out of the motel room they were staying at. The three found a trash can and tipped it over, hoping to find something to eat.

Someone called the police, Maria was charged with neglect and abandonment, and the children were taken and sent to foster care.

3 year old Wayhem was fortunate, and swiftly adopted by a single upper middle class woman named Mrs. Verdi. Ironically, Mrs. Verdi was employed by Tsurugi Industries.

Marguerite was also adopted shortly afterwards, even more ironically to Mrs. Bianca. It was a PR stunt for Haus of Bougeois after Maria’s public scandal. The PR stunt worked, and people praised Mrs. Bianca for graciously taking in an unrelated daughter of her ex husband’s mistress. It worked out in the newly renamed Cerise’s favor. She was an intelligent child, and knew exactly what to say to her best advantage. Like birth mother, like daughter. Mrs. Bianca quickly grew fond of her new 4 year old daughter, as she wasn’t a disappointment like her younger biological daughter, Shone.

Mio was less fortunate, and spent most of his time shuffling from foster home to foster home before being transferred to a group home at age 8. His social worker insisted he change his name to something more “French”, as to appeal to potential adopters. He changed his name to Jean, and was eventually adopted at 11 years of age by a single plucky working middle class woman named Odille Duparc. 

During that time, Maria and Mr. Bianca met by chance at a seedy backroom party. Mr. Bianca invited Maria to his penthouse and the pair quickly started up another torrid love affair. It lasted only a few months, until Mr. Bianca suddenly ceased all fund transfers and communications.

It tuned out that the aging Mr. Bianca still had wandering eyes. While he was seeing Maria, he met, swiftly proposed, and was engaged to a beautiful 19 year old heiress.

Maria visited his penthouse in her prettiest little blood red dress. She rang her lover’s intercom. Nobody answered so she rang his intercom. And then she kept on ringing his intercom until a police officer arrived and escorted a sobbing Maria to the precinct.

Mr. Bianca had written up a robust NDA, and a restraining order was put in place. With intimidating officers present, Maria felt she had no choice but to accept defeat. She signed the papers.

Unfortunately, Maria discovered shortly after the fact, that she was newly pregnant. Not wanting to deal with the inconvenience, she contacted an agency, and was able to find an adoptive family for the child.

The adoptive mother was none other than  Nadia Chamack.

Maria opted for an anonymous adoption. She gave birth, and the healthy newborn baby girl was swiftly placed in Nadia’s arms.

Ashamed and angry, Maria refused to even look at her newborn daughter before she was handed over to her new mother.

Nadia named her precious baby girl Manon, and the pair never saw Maria again.

After she relinquished her fourth, and final child, Maria faded into irrelevance, while she worked minimum wage jobs in between boyfriends who were willing to pay for her every convenience.

Due to the documents she signed, and the law, Maria can have no legal no contact with any of her four children, not that she ever would want to. They ruined her life.

She wished they were never born.

——

The DeAngelo family was directly mirrored off of Alya's, the current holder of the Fox Miraculous.

In the DeAngelo family, the eldest are a set of fraternal twins; a boy and a girl. In the Cesaire family, the youngest, are identical twin girls.

In the DeAngelo family, the second eldest, Marguerite, is a villain, while in the Cesaire family, the second eldest , Alya is a heroine.

In the DeAngelo family, the second pregnancy results in Wayhem, a boy. In the Cesaire family, the second pregnancy results in Alya, a girl.

The eldest in the Cesaire family is a carelessly headstrong overly protective sister who is older than the DeAngelo twins, while the youngest in the DeAngelo family is a selfish domineering sister, younger than the Cesaire twins.

The Cesaire parents are very much a typical loving family unit with their daughters, while Maria DeAngelo and Mr. Bianca had their children unconventionally, or illegitimately, and treat them poorly.

The Cesaires are working class but are smart with their money, but Maria DeAngelo was given a small fortune and squandered it.

There’s probably more but I can’t think of them! Ha!

If you read to the end, thank you so much!

[imsparky2002]

Arkham AU and Ravencroft AU - News Crew and Felix

Maël Chevalier

DC: Sinestro

Marvel: M.O.D.O.K.

Ricardo Spinelli

DC: Mammoth

Marvel: Thing

Raphael Cravant

DC: The Question

Marvel: Cloak

Mylan Sandhu

DC: Solstice

Marvel: Dagger

Jacques Duparc

DC: Doctor Occult

Marvel: Attuma

Brooke Pulateur

DC: Jenny Sparks

Marvel: Taskmaster

Felix Fathom

DC: Kyd Wykkd

Marvel: Doctor Doom

Names

Maël: Ominoso/Mastermind

Ricardo: Longhorn/Wrecker

Raphael: The Inquiry/Shroud

Mylan: Samuva/Beacon

Jacques: Inspector Surnaturel/Tydal

Brooke: Shelly Shock/Duplicator

Felix: Lurker/Lord Doom

That's it for now! I'd love to hear your thoughts in the comments and reblogs! @artzychic27 @msweebyness @nerd-chocolate

[darkwitch1999]

🎃💀This is HorrorWeen! Noelle Odeja's Scare Lists💀🎃

Somewhere in the Darkverse, Noelle Odeja is sitting at her desk in her room. Plotting...preparing...waiting for the upcoming spooky season when she shall once again rein terror on her unsuspecting vict-...er volunteers with her horror-themed "bag of tricks". She has been eagerly awaiting the arrival of her favorite month since last November and now the time is almost upon her to unleash "Horror Ween"! First things first, to make her list of who to scare and who not to scare:

Scare List ("Volunteer's" Name & Scare Difficulty)

Marinette Dupain-Cheng: Low

Nino Lahffie: Low

Max Kanté: Low

Chloé Bourgeois: Low

Sabrina Raincomprix: Low

Lê Chiến Kim Ature: Low

SARA LEMIEUX: LOW

COLETTE LYON: LOW

Mylène Haprèle: Extremely low (proceed with caution)

Aurore Beauréal: Low

Alya Césaire: Medium

Rose Lavillant: Medium

Michael Odeja: Medium

Nathaniel Kurtzberg: Medium

CERISE LEROUX: MEDIUM

Mireille Caquet: Medium

Adrien Agreste: Medium

Juleka Couffaine: High

Marc Anciel: High (Will critique my work)

Ivan Bruel: High

Alix Kubdel: High

Lavender Leyva: HIGH

No Scare List (Names & Reasons)

Lila Rossi- Of course my bestie gets a "Get Out of Trauma-Free" card!

Devin Nolan: Seriously, nothing horror-themed that I throw at him fazes this guy! The only things that scare "Mr. Perfectly Serious" are being touched or getting a grade lower a 100%. However, even I'm not that ruthless enough to intentionally cause him to have a panic attack, even if he does always acts like a dick towards everyone.

Jean Duparc: Scaring him is not as fun anymore since he overdramatizes his fear to the point when I'm not even sure if I genuinely scared him or he's acting in acting out a scene from a horror movie. I will consider calling upon him as an ally if I need some help this year.

💖Zoe Lee💖: I just don't feel like it....and nothing else....

Ronan Odeja: Dad gets nauseous and almost passed out at the sight of a bleeding skinned knee. Even just talking about blood and gore makes him feel sick and dizzy. There’s no way he can handle any of my Halloween pranks without experiencing a severe nervous breakdown.

Alyssa Odeja: No way in hell am I pranking my mother. I’d rather not be grounded for the whole month of October. Seriously, my mother has like no sense of humor when it comes to “Horror-Ween”.

Anais Odeja: What kind of monster do you think I am?! No way am I going to terrorize my sweet baby sister!!! (I’ll wait until she’s at least fourteen).

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And there you have it! Everyone on the scare or do not scare list for Halloween! Please let me know what y’all think of this set up and if you have any suggestions on how to scare each person on the scare list, send me your idea through the “Ask Me Anything”. Those on the “No Scare List” will not be scared and the Parisian Bitch Quartet will be saved for last!

@artzychic27 @thetwistedarchives @andromeda612 @miraculousfan1232 @msweebyness @nerd-chocolate @lady0lunamoon @username8746489 @imsparky2002

[nerd-chocolate]

So because I wasn’t posting for awhile I might as well give you my tier list of almost all the miraculous characters up to season 4. Soooo here you go!

If you want me to elaborate on some of these placements then just ask me and don’t be rude about it! Okay bye!

[plumsaffron]

Rule Number 1:

Don’t make the reinvented version of Grassette, Upsette

[lesser-known-composers]

Henri Duparc (1848-1933) - La vie antérieure

Jonas Kaufmann, Tenor

Helmut Deutsch, Piano

[msweebyness]

DuPont School for Monstrous Youths- Jean DuParc

Jean rocks the stage like no one else, dead or alive! As always, thanks to @imsparky2002 and @artzychic27!

Species: Phantom

Appearance/Attire: Curly, shoulder-length brown hair in a mullet, palled purple skin, limbs that are translucent at the tips, bright magenta eyes. Grey bejeweled opera phantom mask, Black Leather jacket with red music note pins, Long Violet scarf with fringed ends, White V-neck T-shirt with Phantom Mask decal, belt that looks like piano keys, Maroon Leather Pants, Heeled white boots.

Bio: A phantom with a passion for both broadway theater and rock and roll, Jean can usually be found jamming out on his synthesizer! More than a little dramatic, they always manage to find a way to keep their friends entertained while being as extra as possible. His favorite place to jam out is the school’s vast catacombs, where he’s set up a stage and studio for when they’re hit with inspiration. His favorite person to sing for is their boyfriend, Austin T, a reaper!

Quotes:

"Howdy, my angel of death. I composed a little ditty just for you."

"Hope ya'll are havin' a Phan-tasmic time tonight!"

"We ain't supposed to sing opera, but keep hurting the people I love…well, it don’t seem like you’re usin’ your mind much anyhow!"

"Would y'all mind givin' some feedback on my new tune? Be honest...unless ya hate it, then be quiet!"

"What's under my mask, well that's none of your dang business!"

"Hit it, ya'll!"

Don’t ask about the mask, okay? It’s a phantom thing! Leave thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

[nofatclips]

Happen by Nick Hakim, live at Les Pianos, Montreuil - Directed by Hugo Jouxtel

[philoursmars]

Je reviens ENCORE une fois à mon projet de présenter la plupart de mes 55800 photos (environ).  On est en 2017 et comme ce blog est né en 2017, j’arriverai donc au bout de cette présentation.

Marseille, au printemps. Le Palais Longchamp, aves le Musée des Beaux-Arts: 

- Valère Bernard : “Au Soleil”

- Louis Finson et  Martin Faber : “Autoportrait”

- José Silbert : “Tête de Marocain”

- Françoise Duparc : “L'Homme à la Besace”

- Louis Finson : “La Madeleine en Extase”

- Paul Rubens : “La Chasse au Sanglier”

- Adèle d'Affry-Marcello : “Bianca Capello”

- Honoré Daumier : “Les Parlementaires”

- Daniel Ducommun Du Locle :'"Cléopâtre”

[operaportugues]

canção Phidylé (Henri Duparc)

Canção francesa: vídeo. Benjamin Bernheim (Tenor), Carrie-Ann Matheson (Piano), em Meistersaal Berlin.

Phidylé, de Duparc, é aberta com um belo cenário campestre: folhas de grama sob o sol, perfumadas por ervas e flores. Phidylé é vista lá, dormindo nesse local. O poeta lhe diz para descansar, pois quando ela acordar, o poeta será recompensado pelo sorriso e beijo dela.

Tradução para inglês: link1, link2.

Letra em francês L'herbe est molle au sommeil sous les frais peupliers, Aux pentes des sources moussues, Qui, dans les prés en fleur germant par mille issues, Se perdent sous les noirs halliers.

Repose, ô Phidylé! Midi sur les feuillages Rayonne, et t'invite au sommeil. Par le trèfle et le thym, seules, en plein soleil, Chantent les abeilles volages.

Un chaud parfum circule au détour des sentiers, La rouge fleur des blés s'incline, Et les oiseaux, rasant de l'aile la colline, Cherchent l'ombre des églantiers.

Mais, quand l'Astre, incliné sur sa courbe éclatante, Verra ses ardeurs s'apaiser, Que ton plus beau sourire et ton meilleur baiser Me récompensent de l'attente!

Tradução para português A relva é macia ao sono sob os frescos choupos, Nas encostas das nascentes cobertas de musgo, Que, pelos prados em flor germinando por mil caminhos, Se perdem sob os escuros arbustos.

Repouse, ó Phidylé! O meio-dia sobre as folhagens Brilha, e te convida ao sono. Pelo trevo e tomilho, sozinhas, em pleno sol, Cantam as abelhas errantes.

Um quente perfume circula pelos caminhos, A vermelha flor dos trigos se inclina, E os pássaros, roçando a colina com suas asas, Procuram a sombra entre as rosas silvestres.

Mas, quando o Sol, girando em sua órbita resplandecente, Vir seus ardores se acalmarem, Que teu mais belo sorriso e teu melhor beijo Me recompensem pela espera!

[artzychic27]

How would the science class kids react if someone were to gently boop their little noses?

Jean: *Squeaks*

Cosette: *Tiny gasp, eyes sparkle*

Reshma: *Covers her face and blushes*

Marc: *Blushes*

Ismael: *Bites the finger like a tiny kitten*

Lacey: *Giggles*

Simon: *Blinks slowly*

Denise: *Bends down so you can boop them*

Mireille: *Shyly boops you back*

Aurore: *Smiles*

Zoé: *Immediately boops you back*