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afewproblems · 2 years ago

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Okay, so I couldn't leave this alone so here is a Stranger Things Pride and Prejudice Steddie AU One shot!

There are two truths universally acknowledged, one being that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a spouse, the second is that Stephen Harrington the third is a bastard.

However little known the feelings or views of such a man as Stephen Harrington may be on his first entering a neighborhood, this first truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered as the rightful property and target of some one or other of their daughter or sons, despite the nature of his rather frightful personality.

Now, he was not truly a bastard -not in the way that you may be thinking dear reader, no.

The Harringtons were wed in an opulent ceremony that had not left the lips of the citizens in the surrounding hamlets and towns for nearly a decade. The pair were not particularly well loved, nor were they even reasonably well liked, however, their fortune allowed them considerable influence over the land and much of the people around it. Perhaps, in part, because of the lavish balls and beautiful grounds they were held upon.

A child had been born to Phillip and Emma Harrington upon their third year of marriage, a healthy boy that grew up in wealth and comfort, becoming the very bastard that had plagued Edward's every waking moment with his arrogant manner and beautiful brown eyes.

It was an opinion not only cultivated by several interactions that left Edward puzzled and irritable, but by a troubling anecdote from the affable Lieutenant Hargrove.

To withhold a sizable income, hoarding so much wealth all to one's self for what, for seemingly no reason at all?

When the Munsons survived on a mere two thousand a year to sustain the 7 of them, and with his elderly uncles failing health, he was beginning to worry.

And perhaps worst of all, that he had been the direct cause of his dear sister's broken heart.

Nancy had been devastated when she received the letter from Caroline Buckley, telling her that both the Buckleys, Caroline and her lovely sister Robin, and Harrington were returning to London with no plans to return.

It didn't matter how many times Nancy assured Edward that she was fine, it did not cover up the soft weeping from behind the door of the room she and Ell shared.

William, Dustin, and Ell came to Edward the next day with concerns for their eldest sibling, strong, whip smart, even-tempered Nancy who kept her heart so often sequestered that to hear of her open sorrows left Edward gutted and the youngest siblings morose for days.

He knew this was Stephen's doing, since Colonel Byers had so graciously told him so.

It had been at a sermon, not Edwards idea of an exciting afternoon when there were books to be read, stories to tell, or songs to sing, but it certainly appeased his wonderful friend Chrissy to see her so happy and taken care of, despite her bore of a new husband, Jason.

Byers was an agreeable fellow, Edward was certain there was no reason that he and Harrington should be so close, but the universe was certainly owed at least one mystery, and Byers was good humored enough to find Edward charming - so Edward chose not to examine it too closely.

“So how long do you plan to stay in Kent Colonel?” Edward asks softly, happy for the opportunity to ignore the dry sermon taking place before them.

Jonathan smiles warmly though his gaze remains unbroken, eyes staring straight ahead of him, “As long as Harrington chooses, I’m at his disposal”.

Edward snorts and leans forward to tip his face into the hand balanced on his own knee at the elbow, “Everyone appears to be at his disposal,” he finds Stephen in the crowd easily, there is no mistaking him, “It’s no wonder he doesn’t marry and secure lasting convenience of that kind,” he murmurs, waggling his eyebrows at the Colonel.

Jonathan smiles though it's considerably smaller this time,“They would be lucky,” he says earnestly.

“Really?”

Jonathan nods, “Harrington is a most loyal companion, from what I heard on our journey here, he recently came to the rescue of one of his closest friends just in time.”

Edward sits up, dropping his hand away from his face and turning his body further to face both the Colonel and Stephen, “What happened?”

Jonathan whispers, leaning in conspiratorially, “He saved her from an imprudent marriage--”

Edwards' heart rate increases, his palms begin to sweat, “...Who?”

Across the pews he can see Stephen sitting there, dark eyes downcast, long brown hair sweeping over his forehead in gentle waves, but he seems tired, bored, Edward hates him just a little more.

“His closest friend, Robin Buckley”.

Time slows down, it feels as though the world has been plunged into the darkest depths of the ocean and Edward is swimming to the surface, his breathing stutters slightly as he exhales slowly through his nose, “Did Mr. Harrington give a reason for this interference?”

Jonathan nods again, “There were apparently strong objections to the lady,” he says softly, he glances at Edward once before turning forward once more, his expression betraying nothing.

“What kind of objections?” Edward stammers, “Her lack of fortune?”

“No, I think it was her family that was considered unsuitable,”

No…

“So…” Edward whispers, the words slice over his lips and teeth, “he separated them”.

“I believe so, but I know nothing else”.

It had been luck that Byers had no idea who Edward was, who he was to Nancy and who he was to Stephen.

It allowed him ammunition to arm himself with.

His fury knows no bounds, how dare he, how dare this scoundrel, this villain! Edward stalks through the hills outside of town, the distant sounds of thunder and the deep gray clouds painting the skies do not deter him from his path. He breathes deeply and sweeps the long curls away from his face where they’ve escaped from the leather cord tying the locks back. He should have allowed Chrissy to braid it for him like she offered to before they left.

No point now.

Rain begins pattering around him, starting small before suddenly beginning in earnest, he curses under his breath and takes off towards a short stone bridge with a strange monument on the other side, whatever it was, it was at least sheltered.

Edwards chest heaves by the time he reaches the end of the bridge, he brings his hair around to squeeze out the worst of the water, there is no hope for the rest of his clothes, they will need to be hung to dry when he arrives back at Rosings estate to tell Chrissy what he’s learned.

He raises his hands to his face to wipe away the moisture, the Munson family ring glints in the low light and his chest aches with the sight of it.

Oh Nancy.

He hardly notices a figure that walks up the steps, tall, dressed in blue wool that has deepened to a near black with the rain.

Edward gasps and coughs to cover up his short lived fright as he finally notices him, Harrington.

He stands there awkwardly, his normally perfect hair is drenched, flat against his forehead and ears. His nose and cheeks are pink with the cold and there is nothing endearing about this whatsoever.

“Mr. Munson,” Stephen says, the deep timbre of his voice loud over the gentle hum of the cascading rain, “I have struggled in vain, and I can bear it no longer.”

What?

“These last few months have been a torment,” he continues when Edward presents no argument, “I came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you, I, I had to see you…” and here he appears to lose his nerve, his mouth opens and closes until he clears his throat and swallows roughly.

“I fought against my better judgment, my family's expectations, the inferiority of your birth and my rank, the circumstance of all of these things that I am willing to put aside to ask you to end my agony”.

“I don’t understand,” Edwards says, he’s speaking so quickly, it's ridiculous--

“I love you”.

Edward blinks.

“Most ardently,” Stephen says softly, it's nearly indistinguishable from the patter of the rain and the thundering of Edward's heart, “please do me the honor of accepting my hand”.

He was right, it was ridiculous, and rude, it does top Carver’s bumbling attempts at a proposal though which he thought would be near impossible.

“Sir I,” Edward says eventually, haltingly, “I appreciate the struggle you have been through and I am very sorry to have caused you pain,” Edward lies, “believe me, it was unconsciously done”

Stephen’s honey brown eyes close as his expression shutters, “Is this your reply?”

“Yes sir,” Edward bites out.

“Are you,” Stephen says in a near whisper, “are you laughing at me?”

If Edward didn’t hate him so much at this moment he would pity him, the heartfelt confession disappearing into smoke as Edward burns it down.

“No,” and he really isn’t.

“Are you rejecting me?” Stephen says, he finds his voice once more, the volume climbing back above a whisper as a thread of irritation pulls through the words.

You don’t get to be angry, Edward thinks viciously, you get nothing.

“I’m sure that the feelings, as which you have told me, have hindered your regard will help you in overcoming it”.

Stephen blinks and takes one step forward, they are of similar heights, Stephen just slightly taller than himself but he refuses to let the proximity intimidate him, “Might I ask why with so little endeavor to civility I must repulse--”

“And I might as well inquire why you chose to tell me you loved me against your better judgment--” Edward shouts,

“No, believe me--”

“If I was uncivil then that is no excuse,” he speaks over him, the words continue to fall out in bursting shouts that would echo over the hills were it for the thunder and rain around them, “but I have other reasons you know I have!”

“What reasons?” Stephen says as his brow furrows, and Edward wants to shake him.

“Do you think that anything would tempt me to accept the hand of the man that has ruined, perhaps forever, the happiness of a most beloved sister?”

Stephen’s shoulders drop ever so slightly, his expression resigned but still determined.

“Do you deny it Mr. Harrington?” Edward nearly snarls, moving in for the kill, “that you separated a young couple who loved each other, exposing your friend to a world of caprice, and my sister to its derision for disappointed hopes, and involving them both in misery of the acutest kind--”

“I do not deny it,” Stephen says softly, his eyes bore into Edwards own, they have not left his face once.

“How could you do it?” Edward whispers, the words are frayed though, jagged as they make their way out.

“Because,” Stephen says, “I believed your sister indifferent”.

He says it so matter-of-factly, as though speaking the truth.

“Indifferent?” Edward scoffs.

“I watched them most carefully and realized that Miss Buckley’s attachment was deeper than that of your sisters--”

“That's because she’s shy!” Edward blurts out, he won’t have this, this blatant attack on Nancy’s character, she means too much to him while Stephen means nothing, the bastard.

“Buckley too is modest and was persuaded that she didn’t feel strongly enough--”

“Because you suggested it!”

They’re shouting now, both of them inching ever closer, clouds of angry breath undulate together in the cool air as they share the space.

“I did it for her own good!”

“My sister hardly shows her true feelings to me, to any of us!” Edwards chest heaves as he realizes what he’s said, he shakes his head and looks away from the stricken expression on Stephens face.

Edward swallows sharply, the words come out smoother than he feels, “I suppose you suspected her, her fortune had some bearing on the matter--”

“No,” Stephen yells, speaking over Edward as he rears back in surprise, “I wouldn’t do your sister the dishonor, though it was suggested that…”

“What was?”

Stephen hesitates for a moment, his eyes flick between Edwards own before he breathes out, “It was made perfectly clear that an advantageous marriage--”

“Did my sister give you that impression?” Edward hisses, taking a step forward of his own.

“No! No, no, there was however, I have to admit, the matter of your family--”

“Our want of connection?”

At this Stephen looks away, his chest rises in barely restrained frustration if the clenching and unclenching fingers mean anything, but Edward presses on, “Miss Buckley didn't seem too concerned about any of that--”

“It was more than that”.

“How sir,” Edward growls, his jaw set and teeth nearly bared.

“It was the lack of propriety shown by your aunt, your younger siblings, and on occasion your uncle”.

“Forgive me,” he says eventually, the words nearly startle Edward after so long with only the quiet hum of the rain around them, “you and your sister I must exempt from these conclusions”.

Edward stops from rolling his eyes, though its a near thing, he takes a deep breath and speaks, “And what about Mr. Hargrove?”

This seems to catch Stephen off guard, he flinches and frowns,“Mr…Hargrove?”

“What excuse can you give for your behavior to him?” Edward continues, leaving his tone sharp and his words biting, he crosses his arms as Stephen strides towards him suddenly.

“You take an eager interest in that gentleman's concerns!” He grinds out, his brown eyes scanning Edwards own with a sneer.

“He told me of his misfortunes--”

“Oh yes,” Stephen mutters, “his misfortunes have been very great indeed”.

He shakes his head and steps back, rubbing his hand roughly through his wet hair, tossing it out of his eyes, his face drops to the ground as he refuses to look at Edward.

“You have ruined his chances and yet treat him with sarcasm?”

Stephen laughs bitterly and shakes his head, his hands come up to hold his hips with a white knuckle grip, “So this is your opinion of me,” he whispers darkly, he raises his head to meet Edwards gaze once more, “Thank you for explaining so fully, perhaps these offenses might have been overlooked if your pride had not been hurt--”

“My pride?” Edward shouts.

“--by my honesty in admitting reservations about our relationship”.

Stephen scoffs, whipping out a hand to gesture towards Edward, “Could you expect me to rejoice in the inferiority of your circumstances?”

“And those are the words of a gentleman?” Edward barks out, he steps forward, tilting his chin up just slightly, “from the first moment I met you, your arrogance and conceit, your selfish disdain of the feelings of others, made me realize that you were the last man in the world I would ever be prevailed upon to marry”.

Stephen recoils as though slapped, he takes a step back and then another, his face pales considerably as he raises his hand to pinch his nose briefly before lowering it slowly.

“Forgive me,” he says eventually, the words so soft Edward nearly misses them, “for taking up so much of your time,” he tilts his head slightly towards Edward before turning abruptly on his heel, stalking down the steps and back the way he had come.

Edward stands there, breathing heavily, ignoring the sharp sting and heat behind his eyes as he blinks back frustrated tears.

Damn him.

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Hours later once Edward had made his way back to Rosings, walking through the mud and the rain, considering the shouting match that had taken place over and over, the words play on a terrible loop in his mind.

Chrissy helps him change out of the cold sopping wet clothes, and starts a fire in the guest room, he ignores the diatribe that Jason begins, gesturing with his bible and at the deluge that continues outside. Edward sits numbly at their kitchen table until Chrissy takes him by the arm back to his room.

He tells her everything, every terrible word, every excuse Stephen lobbed at him while he was gone. Chrissy listens patiently, holding his hand in her smaller ones as he speaks.

“Once I started I couldn’t stop, the words were coming out like bile,” he mutters listlessly. Chrissy wrinkles her nose and stands up from the end of the bed, she crosses over to the small desk against the wall. There atop the glossy brown surface, sitting in the soft glow of the brass candelabra is a letter.

She grabs it with soft hands and walks back towards the bed where Edward is perched curiously.

“He came by earlier,” Chrissy says simply, holding out the paper, “said this was for you, hoped it would clear the air a bit”.

Edward takes it, the letter feels heavy in his hands as he smooths shaking fingers over the seam of the paper and the small wax seal.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Chrissy whispers as she squeezes his shoulder briefly before making her way back to the door, letting it close softly behind her.

Edward takes a deep breath and cracks the seal, unfolding the papers as he begins to read.

‘I'm not going to renew the sentiments which were so disgusting to you, but to address the two offenses you have laid against me.

I had not long been in Hertfordshire before I saw that Miss Buckley preferred your eldest sister. I observed my friend's behavior attentively and I could perceive that her partiality for Miss Munson was beyond what I have ever witnessed in her.

Yet when I observed your sister, I detected no symptom of peculiar regard, and witnessed only the family's coarse appetite for having their children married favorably. And so in London, perhaps erroneously, I persuaded her of the unfitness of the match, citing your sister's coolness towards her. It would not have been the first time her heart had been trampled.

It was unknowingly done and though the motives which governed me, may to you appear naturally insufficient, they were done to protect my closest friend.

Edward rolls his eyes and scoffs but continues reading.

As to the other more serious matter.

As you may not know, my sister, Maxine was adopted as a babe. My parents had always wanted a girl and were not able to conceive a second time. They did, with their wealth and power, manage to find a baby to bring home with no questions asked.

I loved her from the moment she came home. She was my sister, she was ours.

What I’m sure Mr. Hargrove has neglected to tell you, is that he came to us out of the blue claiming a familial relationship to Maxine. Demanding money for his silence, to continue the narrative that the Harringtons had no skeletons in their closets, nothing to hide.

My parents would pay him to the tune of $3000 so he could do as he wished, fritter it away on drink and gambling, but silently.

At first.

Over the years he demanded more money, always more, he was a leach whose thirst was never quenched.

Eventually, at their wits end my parents told him it was over, Maxine was nearly fifteen and they were ready to tell her about her origins. Hargrove would have nothing to hold over their heads if the secret was out.

But perhaps the worst part was that this man, this stranger, had never really been related to Maxine at all. He had been a records clerk in London and stumbled onto the entire plot, sheer terrible circumstance brought this vile man into our midst.

No, and we had found out this appalling truth upon discovering that he had connived a relationship with my sister whom he had persuaded to be in love with and nearly made her consent to an elopement. All under our noses.

At this, Edward nearly drops the letter, he quickly scrambles to grab the paper, bringing it back up to the light. Oh Gods.

His prime objective all this time had been to obtain her inheritance of thirty thousand pounds.

Upon this discovery we nearly killed each other, the only thing stopping the whole mess was Maxine. I will forever regret that she had to see such violence.

I was lucky enough to persuade my sister of her folly. I hope that this goes some way to mitigate my behavior in your eyes. If you doubt my word please have it confirmed by my cousin Colonel Byers.’

The last page falls on the bed, away from Edwards shaking hands. He presses his fingers into his eyes until white sparks dance across his vision.

He doesn’t know what to make of this.

How could he?

Let me know what you think! (special shout out to @flowercrowngods for bouncing a few ideas around about this!)

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #pride and prejudice au #enemies to loves #eddie is elizabeth #steve is darcy #I could probably keep going with this au #this was terribily fun to write but really werid to keep putting edward over and over

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what-if-imagine · 3 months ago

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SYSTEMES DE JEU •••

Enfin, voici les trois derniers systèmes, j'ai nommé : roll the dice!, systeme SPECIAL, et la roue de la fortune ! Je remercie très très fort ma modératrice, Asmodel, qui a inventé le système de rolls ainsi que le système SPECIAL !

ROLL THE DICE ••• Le RP possède un système de lancer de dés, facultatif mais très recommandé afin de laisser l’aléatoire choisir pour vous. Vous retrouverez la possibilité de l’activer, en choisissant sur combien vous souhaitez roller, en bas de poster une réponse, dans la section roll the dice!. Il y a deux principaux dés : le premier est sur 100. le second sur 2. Si vous posez une question fermée ou hésitez entre deux actions, par exemple, il est possible de roller sur 2. Le résultat 1 signifiera “oui” ou “première action”. Le résultat 2 signifiera “non” ou “deuxième action”. Pour les actions qui nécessitent plus de précisions, on prendra le roll sur 100 (utilisé le plus généralement). [1-10] = échec critique [11-40] = échec [41-50] = échec modéré [51-60] = réussite médiocre [61-90] = réussite [91-100] = réussite optimale

De plus, en cas de réussite médiocre, l'autre joueur peut roller s'il fait mieux ou non.

LES COMBATS ••• Voici le déroulement d’un combat : ÉTAPE UN ; la première personne attaque la seconde, selon ses statistiques (bonus ou malus ou rien). S’il s’agit d’une réussite optimale, le second joueur rollera la gravité avant de répliquer (si elle peut, selon l’aboutissement du roll). ÉTAPE DEUX ; la seconde personne réplique, selon ses statistiques. etc. RÉSULTATS DES ROLLS DE GRAVITÉ [1-5] = décès [6-10] = coma [11-40] = blessures graves [41-65] = blessures moyennes [66-90] = blessures légères [91-100] = égratignures/bosses LES GROSSESSES ••• [1-75] = négatif [76-100] = positif Si cela est positif, on roll à nouveau pour savoir comment la grossesse se déroule. [1-25] = fausse couche [26-50] = grossesse à risques [51-90] = grossesse classique, avec ses pépins normaux [91-100] = grossesse idyllique SEXE DU BEBE : 1 = garçon 2 = fille

LE SYSTÈME : SPECIAL ••• Tout le monde ne pouvant logiquement être sur un pied d'égalité en termes d'aptitudes physiques et mentales, voici un système largement inspiré de FALLOUT : le système SPECIAL. Nous vous demanderons donc de choisir, sur votre fiche, trois bonus et trois malus dans la liste ci-dessous. Les bonus sont de +15, +10, +5 ; a contrario, les malus sont de -15, -10, -5. - Strength (Force) : Bonus au corps-à-corps, pour porter quelqu'un ou des objets lourds... A l'inverse, votre personnage aura des muscles de poulet. - Perception : Bonne vision, sens de l'observation, des détails, etc. A contrario, vous êtes myope ou ne remarquez pas grand chose... - Endurance : L'activité physique dure plus longtemps, récupération et rétablissement rapides... A contrario, vous êtes très vite essoufflé.e et mettez plus de temps à vous remettre d'une blessure. - Charisme : Sens de la persuasion, charme et art du mensonge. A contrario, vous aurez plus de mal à convaincre ou à charmer les gens. - Intelligence : Sens accru de la logique et de l'analyse, compréhension rapide... A contrario, vous aurez plus de mal à comprendre ou à apprendre. - Agilité : Souplesse, habileté manuelle... A contrario, vous êtes maladroit.e, pataud.e. - Luck (Chance) : Possibilité de re-roll une fois OU de tenter votre chance dans n'importe quelle circonstance. A contrario, vous êtes malchanceux. N'oubliez pas de les ajouter ou soustraire à votre roll quand cela s'impose.

ROUE DE LA FORTUNE ••• Dans cette même section (roll the dice!), on retrouvera également la Roue de la Fortune. Il s’agit d’un dé à trente faces, qui vous donnera des situations cocasses à exploiter si vous êtes en manque d’idées. Exemple de chance : vous venez de trouver un billet de $10. Exemple de malchance : vous marchez par inadvertance sur une crotte de chien. Il y a un ratio de 20 malchances pour 10 chances.

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pegasusdrawnchariots · 6 months ago

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Lettre I

@ninadove

1F MADAME, Pour une personne aussi belle qu'Alcidiane, il vous falloit sans doute, comme à cette Heroïne, une demeure inaccessible; car puis qu'on n'abordoit à celle du Roman que par hazard & que sans un hazard semblable on ne peut aborder chez vous; je croy que par enchantement vos charmes ont transporté ailleurs, depuis ma sortie, la Province où j'ay eu l'honneur de vous voir; Je veux dire Madame, qu'elle est devenuë une seconde Isle flotante, que le vent trop furieux de mes soûpirs pousse & fait reculer devant moy, à mesure que j'essaye d'en approcher. Mes Lettres mesmes pleines de soûmissions & de respects, malgré l'art & la routine des Messagers les mieux instruits, n'y sçauroient aborder.

1A MADAM, For a person as beautiful as Alcidiane, you doubtless required, like this heroine, an unreachable dwelling; for since that of the novel was only reached by luck, and since without similar luck your home cannot be reached, I believe that, since my departure, your charms have magically transported elsewhere the province where I had the honour of seeing you. I mean to say, Madam, that it has become a second floating island that the too furious wind of my sighs pushes and retreats before me as I try to approach it. My letters even full of submission and respect, despite the art and the routine of the best instructed messengers, could not reach it.

2F Il ne me sert de rien que vos loüanges qu'elles publient, les fassent voler de toutes parts, elles ne vous peuvent rencontrer; & je Croy mesme que si par le caprice du hazard ou de la Renommée qui se charge fort souvent de ce qui s'adresse à vous, il en tomboit quelqu'une du Ciel dans vostre cheminée, elle seroit capable de faire évanouir vostre Chasteau. Pour moy, Madame, aprés des avantures si surprenantes, je ne doute quasi plus que vostre Comté n'ait changé de Climat avec le Païs qui luy est Antipode, & j'apprehende que le cherchant dans la Carte, je ne rencontre à sa place, comme on trouve aux extremitez du Septentrion, (Cecy est une Terre où les Glaces empeschent d'aborder.)

2A It is of no use to me that your praises within them are made to fly about everywhere, they cannot meet you. And I even believe that if, by the whims of fortune or renown, which so often attends to that which is intended for you, one fell from heaven into your chimney, it would be capable of making your castle vanish. For my part, Madam, after such surprising adventures, I almost no longer doubt that your county has changed climate with the country that is antipodal to it, and I fear that in searching for it on the map, I do not come across its place, as is found at the farthest reaches of the Septentrion (this is a land where the ice prevents approach).

3F Ha! Madame, le Soleil à qui vous ressemblez, & à qui l'ordre de l'Univers ne permet point de repos, s'est bien fixé dans les Cieux pour éclairer une victoire, où il n'avoit presque pas d'interest. Arrestez vous pour éclairer la plus belle des vostres; car je proteste (pourveu que vous ne fassiez plus disparoistre ce Palais enchanté, où je vous parle tous les jours en esprit) que mon entretien muet & discret ne vous fera jamais entendre que des vœux, des hommages & des adorations.

3A Ah! Madam, the Sun that you resemble, and that the order of the universe permits no rest, is fixed in the heavens to illuminate a victory it has almost no interest in. Stop to illuminate the most beautiful of your own. For I protest (provided that you do not make your enchanted palace disappear, where I speak to you every day in spirit) that my mute and discreet interview will cause you to hear nothing but vows, tributes, and worship.

4F Vous sçavez que mes Lettres n'ont rien qui puisse estre suspect; Pourquoy donc apprehendez vous la conversation d'une chose qui n'a jamais parlé? Ha, Madame! s'il m'est permis d'expliquer mes soupçons, je pense que vous me refusez votre veuë, pour ne pas communiquer plus d'une fois, un miracle avec un prophane; Cependant vous sçavez que la conversion d'un incrédu(l)e comme moy, (c'est une qualité que vous m'avez jadis reprochée) demanderoit que je visse un tel miracle plus d'une fois. Soyez donc accessible aux témoignages de veneration que j'ay dessein de vous rendre.

4A You know that my letters have nothing that could be suspect. Why therefore do you apprehend the conversation of a thing that has never spoken? Ah, Madam! If I am permitted to explain my suspicions, I think that you refuse me your view so as not to share a miracle more than once with a non-believer. However, you know that the conversion of an unbeliever like me (it's a quality that you reproached me for long ago) would require that I see such a miracle more than once. Be therefore amenable to the testimonies of reverence that I intend to give you.

5F Vous sçavez que les Dieux reçoivent favorablement la fumée de l'encens que nous leur bruslons icy bas, & qu'il manqueroit quelque chose à leur gloire, s'ils n'estoient adorez: Ne refuſez donc pas de l'estre, car si tous attributs sont adorables, puis que vous possedez tres-éminemment les deux principaux, la Sagesse & la Beauté, vous me feriez faire un crime, m'empeschant d'adorer en vostre personne le divin caractere que les Dieux ont imprimé: Moy principalement, qui suis & seray, toute ma vie, MADAME, Vostre tres-humble Serviteur.

5A You know that the gods receive favourably the smoke of the incense that we burn for them down here, and that something of their glory would be lacking if they were not worshipped. Do not therefore refuse to be so, for if all attributes can be worshipped, since you most eminently possess the two principal ones, wisdom and beauty, you will make me commit a crime in preventing me from worshipping within your person the divine nature that the gods have impressed - me primarily, who am and will be all my life, MADAM, Your most humble servant.

#ninadove #Savinien de Cyrano de Bergerac #letters #French #langue et langage #translation

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blonde-couture · 3 months ago

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Ivy Belle Couturier Watteau Lallier is a renowned global figure, born into the wealth and prestige of the most influential family in French high society. Her lineage traces back to French aristocracy, and from a young age, Ivy was groomed for greatness. With her striking blonde hair, radiant blue eyes, and an air of effortless grace, she became the epitome of elegance. Raised in opulent surroundings, Ivy spent her childhood between luxurious estates, castles, and some of the world’s most exclusive social circles, receiving a world-class education at the finest schools in Europe.

From an early age, Ivy's poise and beauty caught the attention of the fashion world. By her late teens, she had already graced the runways of Paris, Milan, and New York, becoming a sought-after model for luxury brands like Chanel, Dior, and Givenchy. Her presence in the fashion industry skyrocketed, and soon her face adorned the covers of international magazines like Vogue, Elle, and Harper's Bazaar. However, her crowning achievement came when she won the prestigious title of Miss Universe, a victory that established her as a global icon and elevated her influence far beyond the fashion world.

Yet, despite the glitz and glamour that surrounded her, Ivy’s heart always beat for a higher purpose. Drawing inspiration from her privileged background, she was determined to give back to those less fortunate. This led her to found Empower Her (EPWH), a philanthropic organization dedicated to empowering women and girls around the world. The mission of EPWH is to provide access to education, healthcare, and economic opportunities, particularly for women in vulnerable and underserved communities. Ivy’s vision for EPWH grew rapidly, and through her extensive connections, she has been able to raise significant funds and partner with global organizations to champion gender equality and women's rights.

Ivy balances her demanding career as a model and philanthropist with her personal life as the proud mother of *Charles, her young son, and heir to the Couturier-Watteau-Lallier legacy. Being a mother has brought new depth to Ivy’s life, and she is known to be a devoted parent, often seen at charity galas or fashion events with her son by her side. Her life, however, is far from just fashion and family. Ivy is a skilled public speaker, advocating for women’s rights at global summits, and serves as a mentor to young women through her Empower Her mentorship programs. Her dedication to philanthropy has earned her numerous accolades, including recognition by the United Nations as a leading voice in global women's empowerment.

Behind her beauty lies a woman of immense intellect, compassion, and strength. Ivy is fluent in several languages, including French, English, and Italian, and she is known for her diplomatic charm, able to navigate complex international negotiations. She frequently attends high-profile events, from state dinners in Paris to humanitarian conferences in Geneva, all while maintaining her image as one of the world’s top models. Her name is synonymous with elegance and influence, but Ivy Belle Couturier Watteau Lallier is driven by something far greater: a desire to leave a lasting, meaningful impact on the world.

Today, Ivy splits her time between her family’s ancestral estate in the south of France, a luxurious apartment in Paris, and a vacation home in the Maldives. Whether she is raising awareness for women’s issues, spending time with Charles, or walking the runway at Paris Fashion Week, Ivy Belle continues to redefine what it means to be a woman of power, grace, and purpose in the modern world.

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' poppy drayton, cis woman, she/her, 30 (300), cauldron made high fae ' — cauldron save you. it seems NESRI SESSONDAL has finally made it to the capital, the ARCHER/MERCENARY from the NIGHT COURT is said to be DAUNTLESS and is said to describe themselves with THE RAW INSTINCT TO SURVIVE, WELCOMING YOURSELF TO YOUR OWN CAGE, A LIFE SPENT UNDER THE COVER OF DARKNESS, YOU WEREN'T BORN WITH ALL THIS HORROR & UNTETHERING YOURSELF FROM EVERYTHING YOU RECOGNIZE and with all of this in mind their DECEITFUL nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.

GENERAL DETAILS.

full name: nesri lesbeth sessondal nickname(s): nessie (only close friends) date of birth: august 14 zodiac: leo sun, scorpio moon, virgo rising gender & pronouns: cis woman ( she / her ) species: cauldron made high fae place of birth: winter court orientation: bisexual, biromantic occupation: archer & mercenary for the night court

PHYSICAL, ETC.

faceclaim: poppy drayton hair colour & style: here clothing style: here distinguishing characteristics: scars across arms and back from battle piercing(s): lobes x3, helix x2

PERSONALITY.

positive trait(s): dauntless, resourceful, charming negative trait(s): deceitful, volatile, pessimistic like(s): travelling, snow, cold weather, blankets, warm drinks dislike(s): repeating herself, being interrupted, bullies hobbie(s): reading, archery, hand-to-hand combat training, gardening character inspiration: nesta archeron (acotar), faith lehane (buffy the vampire slayer), clove & katniss (the hunger games), celaena sardothien (throne of glass)

FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.

mother: elle sessondal (deceased) father: alexi sessondal (deceased) sibling(s): twin (tbd), other sibling (tbd) significant other: koray aksakal

BACKGROUND.

biography trigger(s): death, mention of abuse, murder

Nesri never knew a life without War. Whether it was in her own home or outside the town lines throughout the mortal lands, she was born into it and it followed her everywhere.

Her father, once a man of great power and value, lost everything once the war was over and the wall was created. he never let her forget about it. Days where she was just trying to ensure their family was fed, he took the money and blew it all trying to get his fortunes back, no matter the cost or who he crossed. Her mother was long gone while her and her siblings blessed the stars she never had to see the man he became.

Nesri learned from her father though. He taught her how to use a bow, a sword and how to handle pain. So much pain. She was thankful for the first two, it was what kept her alive all these years.

When she turned seventeen, she did the unthinkable. She left. She wandered towards the faerie realm, desperate for a change. Desperate for something better for herself, regardless of what her family wanted. There was a chance for her in the Dawn Court, where she headed first. The journey was long and there were times where she didn’t think she would make it.

For the first few years, Nesri hid there, amongst the other fae, planning what she wanted to do next. She kept her training up and started offering up her services to anyone who would pay.

She caught food, liars and thieves and other horrible people…making use of the only things she knew. After a few years of being discrete, she was approached by a high fae. They told her that they would expose her to the ruling family of the Dawn Court if she didn’t come to do more interesting jobs for them, at least, that’s what the plan was. Nesri was promised protection, a large fee and safety. How could she deny it?

Years passed and the sense of protection faded. They loaned her out to the highest bidder and started setting their sights on higher levels of other courts. Nesri didn't want to kill them but she didn't have a choice. Finally, after years of working with the high fae, Nesri refused them. There was constant blood on her hands, including that of her own father.

Instead of allowing her to be free of them, they sent her on an impossible mission where she would fail. She never failed and this cost her life. She was thrust into the cauldron and emerged as a high fae, stronger than she could imagine. Too scared to return, she sought refuge in the night court where she joined their forces and now resides. Nesri continued to plot her revenge on the high fae that ruined her life and knows that one day, she'll be allowed to act on it.

HEADCANONS.

nesri prefers a bow & arrow over hand to hand combat (although she is highly trained in both)

she also does work under the table for other courts if the price and timing is right

she masks herself completely except her eyes when she is completing tasks to ensure her safety - only one person has seen her full face and she has a secret of theirs in return

she is fiercely loyal and once you consider her a friend, she is a friend until the end and will go to the ends of the earth for you

enjoys reading and gardening - has a small cottage in the night court that no one knows the location of

holds a grudge (small) towards a few of the courts regarding the war and lets them know it

has not seen her family since she was made a high fae and doesn't care if they are alive or dead

does not work well with others at first, she reads people very well and has a very good gut feeling if you are looking to trick / manipulate her ( although she doesn't really care if it involves money )

#ofcourtfables:intro #nesri — biography #tw death #tw murder #tw mention of abuse #murder tw #death tw #mention of abuse tw #(just reposting so i can edit them later if needed)

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randomestfandoms-ocs · 1 year ago

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🔁 (for an updated version 😅🥺)

Under the cut bc it is absurdly long, also let's please ignore the fact that I'm supposed to be studying for a midterm rn!

(I'm sure I'm still missing a million and I left out the ones we've talked about for ages, but also for the ocs that already had sections, I italicized the new ones so they wouldn't get lost 🥺 but also there's so many ocs and crossovers that if I missed any, lmk!)

(RWRB is a completely new section, other new ocs include Juni, Rose, Andrew, Vance, and Hana, plus the descendants section has been added to so extensively that it feels like it's basically new?)

Cassandra

Angelina Winters

Dani Merlyn

Diana Queen

Kelsey Doyle

Mercy Bowen

Mia Queen

Fraya

Annika Webster

Imogen Allen

Kelsey Doyle

Mia Queen

Parker Allen & Noah Altman

Gillien

Ophelia Wayne

Isolde Kean

Lorena Falcone

Gwen

Annika Webster

Dani Merlyn

Kelsey Doyle

Mia Queen

Lillian & Max

Annika Webster

Dani Merlyn

Imogen Allen

Kelsey Doyle

Mia Queen

Nia West

Parker Allen & Noah Altman

Descendants

Andrew

Addie

Anissa Radcliffe (& all of her siblings there are 10 of them)

Roisin Sprigging

Winona Sykes

Aria

Chiara Potts

Chryseis

Finley Rider

Harmony Of Atlantis

Kate Turner

Keto Jones

Lani Of Atlantis

Mae

Fortune

Beatrice

Eliane

Evander Grimhilde

Finley Rider

Gloria Gothel

Hannah Westergaard

Harley Hook

Princess Isabelle

Raina Gold

Rosabelle Legume

Juni

Chessy

Chiara Potts

Elise Charming

Robin & Rylan Fitzherbert

Taryn Porter

Violet Kingsleigh

Winnie Pan

Mystery OC

Blossom

Finley Rider

Isadora Darling

Nerissa

Violet Kingsleigh

Winnie Pan

Rose

Addie

Beatrice

Blossom

Isabelle

Gilmore Girls

Addie

Avery Stiles

Blythe Langford

Brady Mariano

Brielle & Austin

Elle Hearst

Emmeline Forbes

Freya Morgan

Nellie McCrae

Paige Huntzberger

Sienna Elliot

Callum

Kirsty & the dance squad

Willow & the squad

Sam Gleason

Holland Bass

Sage Hall

Daisy

Allie St James

Annabel Gilmore

Antoinette Kensington

Ashley Nardini

Avery Stiles

Blythe Langford & Charles Gilmore

Brady Mariano

Brielle Livingston & Austin Geller

Charlotte Howard-Danes

Dani Gilmore-Danes

Eliya Rygalski

Evan Mariano

Gabi Mariano

Holland Bass

Ilsa Gilmore-Danes

Jane Forester

Jocelyn Gilmore

Kaylee Hayden

Lili Gilmore

Lucas Gilmore (ft the Willow Squad)

Lorrie Gilmore-Danes

Marley Tinsdale

Preston Gilmore

Sam Gleason

Evie

Antoinette Kensington

Avery Stiles

Blythe Langford

Brielle Livingston & Austin Geller

Chelsea Geller

Dani Gilmore-Danes

Sienna Elliot

Grace

Adalia Kim

Allie St James

Brady Mariano

Catie Gleason

Eleanor Doose

Evan Mariano

Gabi Mariano

Holland Bass

Ilsa Gilmore Danes

Jacqueline Grant

Jane Forester

Lucas Gilmore & Natalie Lister (ft the entire Willow Squad)

Paige Huntzberger

Sage Hall

Sam Gleason

Vicki St James

The Band

Hana

Allie St James

Bex Harding

Cecilia Ackerman

Eleanor Doose

Evan Mariano

Jane Forester

Vicki St James

Imogen

Avery Stiles

Blythe Langford

Brady Mariano

Emmeline Forbes

Jacqueline Grant

Kaylee Hayden

Lydia

Lexi Danes

Jocelyn Gilmore

Preston Gilmore

Mercy

Antoinette Kensington

Avery Stiles

Blythe Langford & Charles Gilmore

Brielle Livingston & Austin Geller

Chelsea Geller

Dani Gilmore-Danes

Elle Hearst

Lili Gilmore

Sienna Elliot

Sophie Dugray

Millie

Avery Stiles

Blythe Langford

Brielle Livingston & Austin Geller & Brooks Livingston

Chelsea Geller

Dani Gilmore-Danes

Nellie McCrae

Paige Huntzberger

Sienna Elliot

Regina

Annabel Gilmore

Antoinette Kensington

Avery Stiles

Blythe Langford

Brielle Livingston & Austin Geller

Dani Gilmore-Danes

Elle Hearst

Jocelyn Gilmore

Lili Gilmore

Lucas Gilmore

Nellie McCrae

Preston Gilmore

Sienna Elliot

Richie

Allie St James

Annabel Gilmore

Antoinette Kensington

Avery Stiles

Bex Harding

Blythe Langford (& Charles Gilmore & Kaito Lauder but also Blythe x Richie)

Brielle Livingston & Austin Geller

Carlie Hayden

Catie Gleason

Chelsea Gellrr

Cosette Gerard

Dani Gilmore Danes

Eleanor Doose

Elle Hearst

Eliya Rygalski

Evan Mariano

Gabi Mariano

Harry Bechtel

Holland Bass

Hyacinth Nelson (???)

Ilsa Gilmore-Danes

Jacqueline Grant

Jane Forester

Jocelyn Gilmore

Kaylee Hayden

Lili Gilmore

Lucas Gilmore

Lorrie Gilmore-Danes

Marley Tinsdale

McKenna Hayden

Natalie Lister (ft the whole willow gang)

Nellie McCrae

Paige Huntzberger

Preston Gilmore & Lexi Danes

Sage Hall

Sam Gleason

Sara Topaz (??)

Sienna Elliot

Vicki St James

Viviana Lozano

The Band

Vance

Avery Stiles

Blythe Langford

Chelsea Geller

Emmeline Forbes

Lili Gilmore

Sienna Elliot

Glee:

Andrew

Abbie Hudson

Betty Fabray

Bobby Seurat

Cece & Colton Cartwright

Charlie Sylvester

Dolly Corcoran

Hillary Holliday

Jo Berry

Josie St James

Joy Schuester

Roxie Flores

May Taylor & June Harris

Savannah Evans

Valeria Ramirez

Aro

Betty Fabray

Jaci Jones

Kendall Pierce

Lilibeth Anderson

Sadie Berry

Savannah Evans

Brax

Betty Fabray

Jaci Jones

Kendall Pierce

Lilibeth Anderson

Sadie Berry

Savannah Evans

Elliot

Betty Fabray

Dolly Corcoran

Jaci Jones

Johanna Berry

Kendall Pierce

Lilibeth Anderson

Sadie Berry

Savannah Evans

Faith

Betty Fabray

Christina Hummel

Faye Anderson

Jaci Jones

Kendall Pierce

Lilibeth Anderson

Sadie Berry

Savannah Evans

May Taylor & June Harris

Mona

Betty Fabray

Jaci Jones

Kendall Pierce

Lilibeth Anderson

Savannah Evans

Harry Potter

Castor

Ara Black

Adhara Black

Carina Goldberg

Danica Lestrange

Lyarra Vance

Venus Malfoy

Violetta Greengrass

Seraphini

Adhara Black

Ara Black

Carina Goldberg

Venus Malfoy

Violetta Greengrass

Misc

Ariana Pendragon

Elsine Pendragon

Allyria Pendragon

Lynette Starfall

Princess Aelia

Beatrix Shellstrop

Bridget Atkins

Tatum Shellstrop

Amber Cain

Beth Jasper

Deborah Winchester

Elle Winchester

Esther Colt

Genesis

Isla George

Jude Winchester

Nevaeh Murphy

Phoebe Winchester

Trix Stilinski

Bridget Bridgerton

Augusta Beauchamp

Dorothea Bridgerton

Eliza Huntington

Emmeline Bridgerton

Georgina Pemberton

Harriet Warwick

Clara Gale

Andrea Hagreeves

Andromeda Hargreeves

Audrey Hargreeves

Cleo Sullivan

Dahlia Mort

Gemma Hargreeves

Helena Hargreeves

June McLaughlin

Lorelai Hargreeves

Max Carmichael

Sierra Nearing

Sunny Talbot

Tiffany Katz

Tori Hargreeves

Virginia West

Wilhelmina Hargreeves

Genesis Jones

Calleigh Sheridan

Odelia Kowroski

Josie Spencer

Calleigh Sheridan

Odelia Kowroski

PJO

Cordelia

Blake Castellan ( & Jasper Gabriel )

Cressida Brantley

Crystal Solace

Elaine & Felicity Castellan

Liz Castellan

Melody Weiss

Penelope Grace

Stella Beauregard

Victoria Blofis

Viola Di Angelo

Kendra

Carissa Grace

Cassandra Aelius

Melody Weiss

Penelope Grace

RWRB

Anneliese

Cate

Eileen

Margaret

Betsy

Abi

London

Lucy

Madi

Nina

Isabel

Madi

Whoverse

The Healer

Abbey Baker

Carys Harkness-Jones

Cassiopeia Harkness

Celeste Nichols

Ceridwen Lewis

Estella Tyler

Mina Ambrosia / The Scribe

Rose Harkness

Rusalia / The Oracle

Theia Wolfe

Matilda Fairbanks

Abbey Baker

Carys Harkness-Jones

Cassiopeia Harkness

Celeste Nichols

Ceridwen Lewis

Estella Tyler

Mina Ambrosia / The Scribe

Rose Harkness

Rusalia / The Oracle

Theia Wolfe

#ask #answered #the witching ash #crossover ask

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iuvmi · 9 months ago

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🎀 &. Elle Fanning

"Flowerence Rubette."

ㅤㅤ๑ ֺ ׅ 𑁍 ׅ ׄ ׅ ๑ ֺ ׅ 𑁍 ׅ ׄ ׅ ๑

─── ┈ ┈ ┈ ───

୨୧ 𝆬 ׅ [✿] ׁ 사랑 . . . ꒰ 🏹. aphrodite whom i cherish, bestow me a lush o' grace from thee. ♡ 🩰 ꒱

⸼ ࣪ ׅ ︶︶︶⠀⠀୨♡୧⠀⠀︶︶︶ ⸼ ࣪ ׅ

⊹ ۫ ׅ 🎀 ♡ a charming and delightful little girl named Flowerence Rubette was welcomed into the world by her loving parents. They hope and pray for her to grow up healthy and surrounded by love. Her life seems to be filled with perfection as she possesses beauty, intelligence, and a great sense of humor. Moreover, she is fortunate to have a friend who is equally beautiful and adorable. ⸼ ֹ ⪦

⢠⣤⡀⣾⣿⣿⠀⣤⣤⡄

⢿⣿⡇⠘⠛⠁⢸⣿⣿⠃

⠈⣉⣤⣾⣿⣿⡆⠉⣴⣶⣶

⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⠻⠟ 𖦁 . ۫ ׅ ♡

⠙⠛⠻⢿⣿⣿⣿⡇

— @IUVMI :: please do not steal / paraphrase / translate my work. Reposts and liking will help 3

#‧₊ * INTRODUCTION ༉‧₊˚#‧₊ * iuvmi ༉‧₊˚

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ghostycore · 1 year ago

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hi hello!! i’m blue ( 21+, s/h ) & this is sunset's very own losergirl mu danyi! she's a recent addition to sunset, running the listening elle kiosk where she doles out questionable horoscope predictions & untrue fortunes. i’ve only got her profile up, but below the cut is a tldr on her & some plots ♡ pls like to plot or add me on dc ( pomelos. ) & i'll be there, u know it!

tldr

bgm to set the vibes while u read ♡ let's go!!

all u need to know about danyi is that she's a psychic who doesn't believe in any of it lol

her mum is an actual shaman ( like somebody / the glory, powers are as ‘real’ as u believe them to be ). she is not but the tiktok girlies are popping off so she’s making bank by using her family’s actual temple in her videos for that special touch of authenticity

she gives fake divinations & charges a whole lot. just reads the fortune slips & lets confirmation bias do the rest, sometimes good at reading people to help her out with this. her business started on tiktok but she had an in with sunset through the lamest nepo connections ever to set up a kiosk when she's really not qualified for it!

has been known to lie about what the bones say. #bonegate or something ready to go tbh

her tiktok user & kiosk are both @ listening elle, goes by elle online bc she's pretending she has overseas cred to appeal to the hoity toits but she's never stepped foot outside of korea. the kiosk in sunset runs on her time, danyi sets up whenever she finally wakes up & goes home when she wants to. boss can't catch her slacking if she's the boss!

personality wise she's a liar but a bad liar, lies as easily as she breathes, never keeps track of them so she alw gets caught. florida girl energy, occasionally w a streak of weakness ( feeling bad 4 ppl so she ends up being nicer to them than she planned. immediate regret bc she overcompensates ). loves fooling around & not being serious, would d word if she tried introspection. also loves herself too much, spills over to people she cares for too

in danyi fashion idk horoscopes but here's my attempt: she's a libra sun ( indecisive, flighty, full of shit but charming enough to hide it ) scorpio moon ( sneaky, ambitious ) aries rising ( paris hilton )

plots

outwardly the calm to her chaos, but secretly crazier than anyone expects. you think danyi could mastermind half the pranks she pulls? no she can’t!!

a jason & eleanor (tgp) type of friendship.. just two dumbasses with 12yo boy humor

cutie she hooks up with, except it's for ur working hot water & impossibly soft bed. also she might have sticky fingers so ur stuff keeps going missing </3

she scammed u / ur friend / ur mom :p with her fake fortunes i’m so sorry

or she threw out a rando prophecy at u & it turned out to be true & now ur in awe & believe in every word she says

accomplice in scamming who helps her set up extra spooky vibes around her kiosk

someone who's been skiving off by chilling at the always empty stall, it's a great place to hide from bosses B)

if u work at a food related establishment she has a suspiciously high rate of cockroach in food incidents pls don't investigate

someone's gotten into ur stash of weed / drinks / xpixel tokens, who could it be!?

she’s a luver of trash & charity she’ll sleep with anyone who looks sad & pathetic!

can’t keep a relationship to save her life so maybe she broke ur heart & has no remorse ( or maybe so much remorse she’s naruto running away if she sees u... you broke her heart )

u hire her as ur fake gf to scare ur parents for $$$ but hey, now they'll be happy to see ur future s/os that aren't danyi

#sunsetintro #❛ ✩ — ooc.

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pedanther · 2 years ago

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Depuis le départ, il avait, disait-il, dans la famille du banquier, où l’on avait bien voulu le recevoir comme un fils, il avait trouvé toutes les garanties de bonheur qu’un homme doit toujours rechercher avant les caprices de la passion, et, quant à la passion elle-même, il avait eu le bonheur de la rencontrer dans les beaux yeux de Mlle Danglars.

He acknowledged the extreme kindness which had been shown him by the banker’s family, in which he had been received as a son, and where, besides, his warmest affections had found an object on which to centre in Mademoiselle Danglars.

Since this departure, he said, the banker had been kind enough to welcome him into his family like a son and there he had found all those guarantees of happiness that a man ought to look for in preference to the vagaries of passion; though, as far as passion was concerned, he had been fortunate enough to encounter it in the eyes of Mlle Danglars.

(Apparently, you couldn’t be passionate in the old days, only warmly affectionate. Though I notice both translators appear to have passed up an opportunity to remark on Mlle Danglars’ fine eyes.)

—C’est après-demain que j’ai quelque chose comme quatre mille francs à toucher chez vous; mais le comte a compris que le mois dans lequel j’allais entrer amènerait peut-être un surcroît de dépenses auquel mon petit revenu de garçon ne saurait suffire, et voici un bon de vingt mille francs qu’il m’a, je ne dirai pas donné, mais offert. Il est signé de sa main, comme vous voyez; cela vous convient-il? —Apportez-m’en comme celui-là pour un million, je vous les prends, dit Danglars en mettant le bon dans sa poche. Dites-moi votre heure pour demain, et mon garçon de caisse passera chez vous avec un reçu de vingt-quatre mille francs.

“That the day after to–morrow I shall have to draw upon you for about four thousand francs; but the count, expecting my bachelor’s revenue could not suffice for the coming month’s outlay, has offered me a draft for twenty thousand francs. It bears his signature, as you see, which is all–sufficient.” “Bring me a million such as that,” said Danglars, “I shall be well pleased,” putting the draft in his pocket. “Fix your own hour for to–morrow, and my cashier shall call on you with a check for eighty thousand francs.”

“The day after tomorrow I am to draw something like four thousand francs on your bank, but the count realized that the coming month might bring an excess of expenditure which would not be covered by my small bachelor’s income, so here is a bill for twenty thousand francs which he gave me, more as a present than as a contribution to expenses. It is signed by him, as you see. Will that do?” “Bring me one like this for a million and I’ll cash it for you,” said Danglars, putting the bill into his pocket. “Give me a time tomorrow, and my cashier will come to you with a bond for twenty-four thousand francs.”

(It’s expensive being engaged to a millionaire’s daughter, is what I’m getting from this. Though perhaps only (20+4) thousand francs worth of expensive, and not (20x4) thousand.)

«Ah! tu es exact», dit-il. Et il tira les verrous. «Parbleu!» dit Andrea en entrant. Et il lança devant lui sa casquette de livrée qui, manquant la chaise, tomba à terre et fit le tour de la chambre en roulant sur sa circonférence.

“Ah, you are punctual,” said he, as he drew back the door. “Confound you and your punctuality!” said Andrea, throwing himself into a chair in a manner which implied that he would rather have flung it at the head of his host.

“You’re punctual,” he said, drawing back the bolts. “Damnation!” said Andrea, going in and throwing his livery cap ahead of him. It missed the chair, fell to the floor and rolled round the room on its edge.

(I don’t know what to make of this, unless there are different versions of the French text.)

Andrea sentit en effet, en respirant, une odeur de cuisine dont les arômes grossiers ne manquaient pas d’un certain charme pour un estomac affamé, c’était ce mélange de graisse fraîche et d’ail qui signale la cuisine provençale d’un ordre inférieur; c’était en outre un goût de poisson gratiné, puis, par-dessus tout, l’âpre parfum de la muscade et du girofle.

Andrea, indeed, inhaled the scent of something cooking which was not unwelcome to him, hungry as he was; it was that mixture of fat and garlic peculiar to provincial kitchens of an inferior order, added to that of dried fish, and above all, the pungent smell of musk and cloves.

Breathing in, Andrea could indeed detect the smell of cooking, its gross odours not without charm for a hungry stomach: there was that mixture of fresh oil and garlic which indicates the inferior breed of provençale cuisine, with additionally a hint of breaded fish and, above all, the acrid scent of nutmeg and cloves.

(I have to say, the newer translation sounds more appetizing.)

Celui-ci sembla prendre son parti, déboucha bravement les bouteilles et attaqua la bouillabaisse et la morue gratinée à l’ail et à l’huile.

The latter seemed to have resigned himself; he drew the corks, and partook largely of the fish with the garlic and fat.

The latter seemed to resign himself to making the best of it, bravely uncorking bottles and tucking into the bouillabaisse and the cod in breadcrumbs with garlic and oil.

(Much more appetizing.)

Eh! mon ami, la fortune est inconstante, comme disait l’aumônier... du régiment.

Well, my friend, fortune is inconstant, as the chaplain of the regiment said.

Well, my friend, fortune is a fickle jade, as the regimental... chaplain said.

(This is like a demonstration of how a meaningful pause can change a sentence. No pause, he’s just talking about the regimental chaplain. Pause before “regiment”, and perhaps it was a chaplain somewhere else, such as that place he avoids naming where he and Benedetto became acquainted. Pause before “chaplain”, and it’s a very different suggestion about what detail he’s avoiding – and one which, if it were in the original text, the Victorian translator definitely wouldn’t have approved of.)

—Eh bien, on se souviendra des amis; je ne te dis que ça. —Oui, comme tu as bonne mémoire, justement! —Que veux-tu? je croyais que tu voulais me rançonner.

“I shall remember old friends, I can tell you that.” “Yes, since you have such a good memory.” “What do you want? It looks as if you were trying to fleece me?”

“I’ll remember my friends. I shall say no more.” “Yes, and you have such a good memory, too.” “What do you expect? I thought you wanted to turn me in for the reward.”

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Mardi 12 novembre 2024 Souhaitez-vous réussir ?

“Un homme comme moi prendre la fuite ?” Ne 6. 11

Si vous souhaitez vraiment réussir dans la vie, commencez par étudier la vie de Néhémie. Jérusalem est en ruines quand il arrive sur la scène. Il rassemble et organise ce qu’il reste du peuple et galvanise son ardeur. Cinquante deux jours plus tard les ouvriers lavent leurs truelles, rangent leurs affaires et rentrent chez eux, la muraille terminée ! Comment a-t-il réussi un tel miracle ? 1- Une passion l’animait. L’ampleur de la tâche à accomplir et la recherche des solutions l’empêchaient de dormir la nuit (Ne 1. 3-5). Un cœur qui brûle au dedans de vous est essentiel pour réussir ! 2- Il savait embraser l’enthousiasme des autres ! A quoi sa vision aurait-elle servi si personne ne l’avait suivi dans sa mission ? (Ne 4. 17). 3- Il faisait confiance à Dieu ! Il doutait peut-être de ses propres forces, mais jamais de la puissance divine. Son livre est rempli de prières à Dieu : des prières silencieuses, des prières très courtes, des prières précises (Ne 4. 4). 4- Il refusa de se rendre. Dès l’instant où il commença à faire du mortier jusqu’au jour où il mit la dernière porte en place, les critiques ne cessèrent de l’accompagner. Mais il supporta tout : les railleries, les menaces, les soupçons, mais sans jamais se laisser abattre (Ne 6. 11). 5- Il était réaliste. Une partie des ouvriers reconstruisait les murs tandis que l’autre montait la garde pour repousser toute attaque impromptue (Ne 4. 16). Il savait agir sans exagération; et se montrer magnanime sans se laisser marcher dessus. Etre spirituel ne veut pas dire que vous devez flotter par- dessus les questions pratiques. 6- Il était discipliné et déterminé à achever sa mission. Les gens qui réussissent sont ceux qui n’abandonnent pas leur tâche à mi-chemin (Ne 6. 15). Quand la mission perd de son charme et que le travail devient ingrat, ils ne partent pas chercher fortune ailleurs : ils s’attellent à leur tâche coûte que coûte, malgré les difficultés. Voulez-vous vraiment réussir ? Imitez les traits de caractère de cet homme dans votre vie quotidienne !

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“Un homme comme moi prendre la fuite ?”

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📕Reconquérir le cœur de ma femme PDG📕

Pendant deux ans, Bryan n'a considéré Eileen que comme une assistante.

Elle avait besoin d'argent pour le traitement de sa mère, il ne pensait donc pas qu'elle le quitterait facilement. Il lui semblait juste de l'aider en lui donnant de l'argent en échange de relations sexuelles.

Cependant, Bryan ne s'attendait pas à tomber amoureux d'elle.

Eileen lui a dit : « Tu aimes quelqu'un d'autre et tu couches toujours avec moi ? Tu n'as pas honte ! »

Au moment où elle claque les papiers du divorce sur le sol, Bryan s'est rendu compte qu'elle était la femme nominale qu'il avait épousée il y a six ans et qu'il n'avait jamais rencontrée.

Déterminé à la reconquérir, Bryan l'a choyée.

Alors que d'autres se moquaient des origines d'Eileen, Bryan lui a donné toute sa fortune, heureux d'être un mari compréhensif.

Aujourd'hui, Eileen est devenue une PDG influente, mais Bryan s'est retrouvé plongé dans un autre tourbillon…

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Chapitre 1 Donne-lui vingt millions (Partie 1)

Dans le salon du PDG du Groupe Apex.

Une fois sortie du lit, Eileen Curtis a ramassé le chemisier et la jupe courte qui jonchaient le sol et les a enfilés rapidement. Alors qu'elle s'habillait, un charme séduisant flottait dans ses yeux, encore frais de sa récente rencontre intime avec l'homme dans le lit. Son regard a rencontré l'expression froide de l'homme.

Cet homme s'appelait Bryan Dawson, le PDG du Groupe Apex, son patron et son bienfaiteur.

Leur relation secrète était strictement limitée à ce salon. Au-delà de ces murs, elle n'était rien de plus que son assistante particulière.

« M. Dawson, si vous n'avez rien d'autre à ajouter, je vais reprendre mes fonctions », a déclaré Eileen, en offrant un sourire expérimenté.

Tout en parlant, elle a habilement arrangé ses longs cheveux en un chignon, son apparence passant rapidement de séduisante à strictement professionnelle.

On aurait presque dit qu'elle n'était pas celle-ci avec qui il avait été intime.

Bryan a plissé les yeux, son regard s'attardant sur le visage fragile d'Eileen.

« Vivian est de retour. »

Eileen avait atteint la porte du salon, la main prête à l'ouvrir, lorsque les mots de Bryan l'ont stoppée dans son élan.

Son corps s'est crispé et son visage s'est vidé de ses couleurs ; même sa respiration s'est momentanément arrêtée.

Cependant, elle a rapidement retrouvé son calme et s'est retournée, conservant son sourire bien mesuré.

« C'est compris, M. Dawson. Je ne reviendrai plus dans cette pièce », a-t-elle déclaré.

Le premier amour de Bryan, Vivian Warren, qu'il a attendu pendant six ans, était de retour. Pour lui, Eileen n'avait été qu'un moyen de lui satisfaire les besoins.

Malgré le fait que depuis deux ans, la présence de ce jeune homme était sa seule source de soutien, elle était parfaitement consciente qu'elle ne l'avait uniquement pour elle que dans les moments d'intimité.

Bryan a quitté le lit, indifférent à sa propre nudité. Il a récupéré son pantalon sur le sol et l'a enfilé.

« Qu'est-ce que ça a à voir avec toi ?», a-t-il demandé avec un petit rire, lui tendant sa chemise, qu'elle a commencé à l'aider à enfiler.

Pendant qu'elle lui boutonnait la chemise, sa voix s'est fait entendre. « Rédige-moi une convention de divorce.»

Eileen s'est arrêtée et a regardé son visage, les lignes nettes de sa mâchoire et ses lèvres minces.

« Je lui ai fait perdre six ans de sa vie avec moi. Il est temps d'y mettre un terme », a-t-il déclaré en lui tendant sa cravate, la sortant de ses pensées. « Qu'en penses-tu ?»

Sans un mot, Eileen a pris la cravate, le cœur en proie à un tumulte d'émotions.

En fait, la femme dont Bryan venait de parler, c'était elle.

En plus d'être son assistante et son amante, elle jouait un autre rôle dans la vie de Bryan, celui de femme.

Il y a six ans, on avait diagnostiqué un cancer chez la mère d'Eileen, qui avait besoin d'un traitement urgent et coûteux. Fraîchement diplômée et financièrement incapable, elle était désespérée jusqu'à ce que la famille Dawson lui vienne en aide, un acte de gentillesse qu'elle n'oublierait jamais.

Plus tard, lorsque Vivian, la fiancée de Bryan, l'avait quitté pour s'installer à l'étranger, les ragots et les moqueries s'étaient multipliés.

À l'époque, Bryan avait eu besoin d'une femme pour sauver la face. Sa grand-mère avait trouvé Eileen, qui avait accepté d'épouser Bryan pour lui rendre la pareille.

Reconnaissante de l'aide de la famille Dawson, Eileen avait fidèlement joué son rôle d'épouse de Bryan, ne demandant rien de plus.

Après le mariage, pour continuer à payer le traitement de sa mère, elle avait quitté une petite entreprise et avait rejoint le Groupe Apex, espérant de meilleures opportunités.

Alors seulement, elle avait découvert que le PDG du Groupe Apex était Bryan, son mari, qu'elle n'avait rencontré qu'une seule fois le jour de leur mariage et qui ne l'avait pas reconnue depuis.

Déterminée à obtenir des fonds pour les traitements médicaux en cours de sa mère, Eileen avait choisi de rester dans l'entreprise, évitant Bryan autant que possible. Le destin avait cependant d'autres projets et elle s'était retrouvée un soir à coucher avec un Bryan ivre. À la suite de cette rencontre involontaire, Bryan l'avait promue de façon inattendue au poste d'assistante particulière.

Satisfait de sa compagnie, Bryan l'avait forcée à coucher avec lui à plusieurs reprises, faisant d'elle sa partenaire sexuelle.

Chaque fois qu'il la convoquait, elle obéissait sans broncher. Parfois, il lui demandait si elle avait besoin de quelque chose, et dans les moments financièrement difficiles, elle lui demandait ouvertement de l'argent.

Mais lorsqu'elle n'avait pas besoin d'aide financière, elle refusait ses avances, s'efforçant de préserver un semblant de dignité dans leurs échanges, résistant à la volonté de limiter leur relation à de simples transactions.

Eileen avait envisagé à plusieurs reprises de mettre fin à ce type de relation avec Bryan, mais les coûts élevés du traitement de sa mère l'avaient obligée à mettre sa fierté de côté.

De plus, elle avait fini par tomber amoureuse de Bryan.

Se sentant indigne de Bryan, elle avait dissimulé ses sentiments, se consacrant à le soutenir au travail.

Mais à présent, Vivian était de retour.

Qu'elle soit l'assistante de Bryan ou sa femme, Eileen savait qu'elle devait passer à autre chose.

Elle s'apercevait qu'aucun de ses rôles ne pouvait rivaliser avec le premier amour de Bryan, ce qui l'attristait vraiment.

Un sourire amer a soudainement traversé les lèvres d'Eileen.

Bryan s'en est aperçu et a froncé les sourcils, confus. « Pourquoi souris-tu ? », a-t-il demandé.

Eileen l'a aidé à ajuster la cravate et s'est dressée sur la pointe des pieds pour lisser son col.

« Je suis simplement heureuse pour vous, M. Dawson. La femme que vous chérissez est enfin de retour », a-t-elle déclaré.

Prenant une profonde inspiration, elle a fait un pas en arrière et a hoché légèrement la tête. « Je vais maintenant rédiger la convention de divorce. »

Bryan a froncé les sourcils, ressentant d'une certaine manière une pointe d'agacement. « Tu es une assistante tellement exemplaire, Eileen », a-t-il fait remarquer.

Le détachement de la jeune femme l'a fait douter de son charme.

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