#Louise de Sans

[gogmstuff]

Later 1780s dresses (from top to bottom) -

ca. 1785 Marquesa de San Andrés by Augustin Esteve (Museo Nacional de San Carlos - Ciudad de México, México). From Wikimedia 2270X3000; left intact.

1788 Frederica Louise Wilhelmina of Orange-Nassau by Johann Friedrich August Tischbein (Musée des Beaux-Arts - Bordeaux, Gironde, Nouvelle Aquitaine, France\. From mobile.twitter.com/WillemdePrater/status/1581213796601049088/photo/1 1561X1849. The image after the next one is an equestrian portrait of her mother.

1789 Marquise d'Aramon by Jean-Laurent Mosnier (Christie's Live Auction 9492 Lot 144). Fixed cracks with Pshop 1856X2250.

1789 Equestrian Portrait of Wilhelmina of Prussia, Consort of Prince William V by Tethart Philipp Christian Haag (Rijksmuseum). From tumblr.com/roehenstart; fixed spots & cracks w Pshop 1967X2500.

[clairity-org]

Louise Joséphine Sarazin de Belmont, View of the Falls at Tivoli, ca. 1826, Oil on canvas, 11/21/23 #legionofhonor by Sharon Mollerus

[ileftmysoulinnorway]

Posters from this week's episode.

Even if they are only visible for a second (this time), it would be a shame if they were completely overlooked.

I love you, Mara!

More about some of them.

Morts sans sépulture – a Jean-Paul Sartre's play (1946). The play caused a scandal, with reports of female spectators fainting at the premiere.

Le Café du Cadran – a 1947 French drama. A young couple from Auvergne, Julien and Louise Couturier buy a café in the heart of Paris. The capital soon has a detrimental effect on them as Julien falls in with bad company and Louise flirts with violinist Luigi and develops a taste for expensive things.

Les Frères Jacques – a French vocal quartet active from 1946. The band was famous for combining singing and mime.

Quai des Orfèvres – a 1947 French police procedural drama about a theatre actress (lots of jealousy involved). It's also the name of the waterfront in Paris close to where S2 was filmed.

La Kermesse rouge – a 1947 French historical drama. It's about a rivalry between two painters that concludes with an incident based on a real-life 1897 fire in Paris.

Les Enfants du Paradis – a 1945 two-part French romantic drama set in the theatrical world of Paris. Lots of jealousy here too.

Les Armes de la Femme – a Louvre exhibition (1935).

Trio Raisner – if you want some contemporary harmonica music.

*There were also a lot of political posters, which makes sense given the end of the war and the French elections in November 1946.

[world-of-wales]

MALTA VISIT || DAY - I : 20 SEPTEMBER 2015

The Duke of Cambridge visited Malta to commemorate the 50th anniversary of the country's Independence.

He attended the In Guardia Pageant and then held a meeting with the President, Marie Louise Colerio Preca, at San Anton Palace.

Afterward, William called upon the Maltese Prime Minister Joseph Muscat and his wife Michelle at the Auberge de Castille in Valetta & visited the National Library of Malta.

Finally, in the evening, he attended a celebratory reception, marking the 50th anniversary of Malta's independence at the Upper Barrakka Gardens.

[hedgehog-moss]

do you have any recommendations for favorite french-language poetry? esp written by women?

Yes, sure! We might not have the same tastes (I like nature poetry mostly, and good old lavish alexandrine verse—I find the predictability of it very soothing) but here are excerpts of poems by 13 French-language poétesses :)

(I wanted to add a few men at the end but I spent too much time on the women, and the French male poets I enjoy are very well-known ones anyway, e.g. Hugo, Mallarmé, Prévert, Aragon... also André Breton's surrealist poetry)

• Sabine Amable Voïart, known as Amable Tastu (1798-1885)

D’où vient que l’âme humaine est ainsi disposée, Que jamais ses regards troublés et mécontens N’ont pu s’accoutumer à la marche du temps? Sur l’éternel chemin, chaque borne posée Nous attriste. D’où vient? je ne sais; mais toujours Le vertige nous prend à voir couler nos jours: 

Si vous reparcourez l’enclos où votre enfance Avez-vous souvenir, à l’âge où tout enchante, D’une voix qui vous plut, voix timide et touchante, […] Que, plus tard, cette voix résonne à votre oreille, De vos rêves déçus vous raillez la merveille, Vous prenant en pitié d’avoir si mal jugé… Elle est la même encor; mais vous avez changé!

• Louise-Victorine Ackermann (1813-1890)

(A la comète de 1861) […] Ah ! quand tu reviendras, peut-être de la terre L'homme aura disparu. Du fond de ce séjour Si son œil ne doit pas contempler ton retour, Si ce globe épuisé s'est éteint solitaire, Dans l'espace infini poursuivant ton chemin, Du moins jette au passage, astre errant et rapide, Un regard de pitié sur le théâtre vide De tant de maux soufferts et du labeur humain.

• Marie Dauguet (1860-1942)

Mon coeur est né sauvage et seul comme un merle, Que berça la chanson du vent, subtil orchestre, Ivre des noirs myrtils dont la forêt s'emperle, Grisé d'odeur de source et d'haleine sylvestre. […]

Et d'abord très souvent j'étouffe dans moi-même, Tout m'y semble étriqué, trop étroit et mesquin, Et je fuis l'infini pour l'infini que j'aime, Parmi le ciel, les eaux, les circuits des chemins.

• Alice de Chambrier (1861-1882) (she is Swiss)

J’ai vu comme l’on voit quelquefois dans un rêve, Une immense Cité près d’une immense grève, Avec des dômes d’or et des palais géants, Des temples incrustés de mille diamants […]

Plus tard j’ai repassé devant cette cité, Et voulant la revoir, je m’y suis arrêtée; Mais à peine mes pas ont foulé sa poussière Que devant mes regards elle s’est tout entière Écroulée—et n’est plus qu’une ruine immense Dont le cri des Vautours trouble seul le silence.

• Lucie Delarue-Mardrus (1868-1949)

1. Humanité sans force, endurante moitié Du monde, ô camarade éternelle, ô moi-même ! Femme, femme, qui donc te dira que je t’aime D’un cœur si gros d’amour et si lourd de pitié ?

2. J’aime, en quelque lieu que ce soit, L’heure où l’existence, pour moi, Redevient nocturne et muette.

L’heure sans lois et sans humains, Sans hiers et sans lendemains, Où je ne suis plus que poète.

La seule heure d’esprit total, Celle où, jusqu’oublier mon mal Je sens se fermer toute plaie,

Car je ne fus moi-même, vraie, Car je ne fus ce que suis, — Passionnément — que les nuits.

• Anna de Noailles (1876-1933)

Nature au cœur profond sur qui les cieux reposent, Nul n’aura comme moi si chaudement aimé La lumière des jours et la douceur des choses, L’eau luisante et la terre où la vie a germé.

La forêt, les étangs et les plaines fécondes Ont plus touché mes yeux que les regards humains, Je me suis appuyée à la beauté du monde Et j’ai tenu l’odeur des saisons dans mes mains.

• Renée Vivien (1877-1911) (English, mainly wrote in French)

Dans l’azur de l’avril et dans l’air de l’automne, Les arbres ont un charme inquiet et mouvant. Le peuplier se ploie et se tord sous le vent, Pareil aux corps de femme où le désir frissonne.

[…] Vêtu de clair de lune et de reflets d’argent, Le bouleau virginal à l’ivoire changeant Projette avec pudeur ses blancheurs incertaines. Les tilleuls ont l’odeur des âpres cheveux bruns, Et des acacias aux verdures lointaines Tombe divinement la neige des parfums.

• Valentine Penrose (1898-1978)

Notre Père qui êtes aux cieux des doux matins bercés aux fleurs des laitues bleues, […] que votre nom soit sanctifié ! O Brume d’or dans les vergers, que votre volonté soit faite ! Sur la Terre comme au Ciel ; sur la terre élançant ses arbres au soleil, sur les labours luisants chevauchés de noyers, sur le sol des jardins de chaleur tout vrillés […]. Donnez-nous aujourd’hui notre Pain quotidien. Dans la fraîche cuisine où bourdonne une guêpe, où les fourmis montent leur noir petit chemin […] Et pardonnez-nous nos offenses… […]

• Louise de Vilmorin (1902-1969)

Pois de senteur en ma demeure Et sur mon cœur poids de cent heures

Je t’enlacerai, tu t’en lasseras

Étonnamment monotone et lasse, Est ton âme en mon automne, hélas !

• Andrée Chedid (1920-2011)

Échappant à l'enclume du temps L'Univers sème ses formes Véhicule ses songes S'invente des tumultes

[…] Enserrée dans son globe Empoignant son noyau La Terre emporte l'histoire Vers son immense dérive.

• Anne Perrier (1922-2017) (also Swiss)

1. Ô rompre les amarres Partir partir Je ne suis pas de ceux qui restent La maison le jardin tant aimés Ne sont jamais derrière mais devant Dans la splendide brume Inconnue

2. Lorsque la mort viendra Je voudrais que ce soit comme aujourd'hui Un grand soir droit laiteux et immobile Et surtout je voudrais Que tout se tienne bien tranquille Pour que j'entende Une dernière fois respirer cette terre Pendant que doucement s'écarteront de moi Les mains aimées Qui m'attachent au monde

• Marie-Claire Bancquart (1932-2019)

1. Un tremble c'est le nom du peuplier blanc : luisance furtive.

Éclair des feuilles leur vie scintille

instant après instant elles chuchotent que nous avons aussi des moments miroitants minuscules, étincelantes traces de nous sur le monde. 2. Je suis l’encolure d’un pays vêtu de toile et d’eau, longtemps ténébreux, maintenant étalé sur la nuit, croisé une fois pour toutes par le crépuscule, et qui entend les soleils célébrer leur courbe.

Je suis son oreille, et, dans son oreille, ce qui, bruissant, permet le bruit.

[…] Mais suis-je enclave, ou bien ce pays serait le creux nécessaire au violon, l’autour-de-moi facilitant mémoire?

• Hélène Dorion (1958 - ) (she's from Québec)

Autour de moi les notes lumineuses d'une feuille venue jusqu'à la branche pour remuer avec le souffle danse et boit l'eau qui la sauve au matin quand recommence son chemin vers le soir

et je marche aussi d'un pas qui repose dans l'infini j'écoute le monde qui bruit à travers les arbres seuls comme des êtres occupés à devenir leur forme singulière

[eucanthos]

eucanthos

Michelle Laff (styled by herself) portait by Melanie + Ramon [thnx more-than-ideas]

Paul de La Boulaye Saint Joan of Arc Jean d'Arc 1909

Palma Vecchio La Bella 1518

C. L. Christinec, Alexey Bobrinsky 1770

Lucas Cranach t/E, Venus with Cupid Stealing Honey 1580–1620

Leonardo da Vinci, La Belle Ferronniere 1490–99

Andrea Solario, Mary Magdalene 1524

Éléonore Louise Le Gendre de Berville 1751

Italian School, Portrait of a young lady as a Sibyl ca. 1800

Ingres, Madame Panckoucke 1811

Guido Reni, Lucretia 1636-38

Francisco Lacoma Sans, Maria Josepha of Saxony 1820

Élisabeth Vigée Le Brun, Madame Grand Noël 1783

Franz Xaver Winterhalter, Portrait of a Lady 19th c

Ingres, Madame Panckoucke 1811

Ingres, Portrait de Madame Duvaucey 1807

Jean-Baptiste Regnault, Danaë 1700s

Jean-Léon Gérôme Portrait of a Woman, 1848

Lodewijk van der Helst, Adriana 1667

Lucas Cranach the Elder, Three Graces,1535

Marie-Gabrielle Capet, Self-Portrait 1783

Marie-Victoire Lemoine Zamor Portrait of a black Youth 1785

Petrus Christus Portrait of a Young Woman 1465-70

[lz-didyounotice]

The girl with a thousand faces : Part 1

Hey guys! hum warning, this is my first fanfiction on Doctor Who. I wrote this one with the tenth doctor in mind. English is not my primary language, so please be indulgent. This fic will be in two or three parts depending on what the general reaction will be :0 So hum yeah. Also in the first chapter, you're given a certain name, but it will not be definitive.

Froggit-

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Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3

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Your destiny wasn’t what you could call “normal”. For a human at least. 

Playing, studying, going to college, finding a job, having a family, and growing old, could be called a winning ticket. You, on the other hand, had to deal with something else for as long as you could remember. 

Remembering. Here was something you were good at, something you had done for dozens of years without even understanding why it was happening. All those faces, all those lives you had to leave behind you. A single heart that had to grow again and again, without knowing where it would end up next, what language it would speak, what future it would be. 

A miracle some would call it. To you, it was purely a curse. The process of dying, being conceived again, growing up, and remembering your past lives, was getting tiring as the years came by. But here you were once again. And this time, your death had been quite special. Never would you have imagined dying to free a city.

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Paris was beautiful, it was true. But too many people lived there for it to be breathable. Summer was a pain in the ass, having no air circulating between buildings, and the cramped space of the streets, making the temperature grow higher each passing day. It wasn’t bearable. Breathing wasn’t easy, and there was as much that water could solve. 

Today was one of those days. Waking up to windows covered in craft paper to reduce the heat coming in the house, the rod from your old shutters, still in a corner of your room waiting to be saved. A kitchen, a little too small for even one person, and a pan to heat the water. A simple life in a busy city.

The bus had taken its sweet time to arrive, making you late for work. As soon as you entered the small café, you were in for quite a lot.

“Oh! Louise te voilà enfin! t’as presque une demie heure de retard, Naeva te cherche partout. J’ai mis ton uniforme dans l’arrière boutique 

oh! Louise! here you are, you’re practically Half an hour late, Naeva was searching for you. I put your uniform in the back

-Ah! Merci beaucoup Fély! je ne sais pas ce que je ferais sans toi. Désolée pour le retard, mon bus a encore été dévié.

Ah! Thanks a lot, Fély! I don’t know what I would do without you! Sorry for being late, my bus took another route again.

-C’est pas à moi qui faut dire ça, allez dépêches toi, on ouvre dans 5 minutes.”

I’m not the one you should tell this, and hurry up, we open in 5 min.

With a big smile, you walked by the kitchen to finally get dressed in your work attire.

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Working wasn’t a passion. Making drinks had become mechanical long before even entering this café. Made it more of a chore to keep a place to live. 

Even with the knowledge of a thousand years, you had stayed here, certain that something special would happen in this life. This “something special” came with the name of John Smith. A beautiful man in a striped suit, bearing a gorgeous smile. Never would you have guessed that this man could bring so much trouble with him. 

You were happy to have learned how to regain your memory faster. And practicing sports did wonders. But Running from potato-headed soldiers wasn’t how you imagined your Monday to go. Their guns secured in hand while they tried to shoot you and the man beside you. 

Somehow, you managed to get shot in the side. Sure it hurt like a bitch, but it wasn’t your first rodeo with this kind of injury.

Making a new turn, the two of you had entered a small building. As soon as the door was closed, you heard a weird vibrating sound and saw “John” hunched over the door lock.

“It should last us a bit before they can get us.

-Who the heck are you ?! You seem to know an awful lot about what those are.  

-I’m the Doctor.

-The Doctor? What kind of doctor runs from bald potato soldiers?

-I could ask you the same. And you were also shot. Do you think you can still help?

- I might die either way. Let me be useful….”

“ So… what is the plan? “

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The Sontarans had tried to sneak a bomb on Earth. Similarly to a mine, someone had to walk on it for it to detonate. In this case, only a human could make it explode. The bomb was still on their ship, and the Doctor had found their teleporter. 

The safe was easy to find, but to take down the fleet, the bomb had to be activated. 

“Doctor, I know it’s not the best option, but I'm the only one here able to make the ship go down. I’m already injured so it wouldn't be a big loss. You'll probably find me again in another life anyway. You, on the other hand, I’m not entirely sure.

-What do you mean another life ?! You're not dying, not on my watch…!”

The brunette seemed stressed. You knew he was trying to hide it, but you had too much time in your life to know what was going on in his head.

“You know what? Can I promise you something?

-I don’t think I quite follow but go ahead.

-I promise you, I'll always come back. No matter what. Might take a few human years but I'll always be back. No matter the life. “

The doctor seemed surprised. Humans surely made shallow promises in the hope of making things better, and to make others less guilty. But the sincerity of your voice made him believe it, and it scared him.

“Who are you, Louise....?”

All you gave him was a small smile before picking yourself up, blood still spreading on your shirt despite having transformed your apron into a temporary bandage. Only three digits were necessary to open the door. Your hand on the lock, the door slides open, and the monstrosity you had before your eyes made you want to throw up. You knew of the pain that was going to go through you. It wasn’t your first death by a bomb, but the last blasted your brain in tranches below the surface.

The bomb looked like a normal sewer lid, it would have been easy for a citizen to mistake it for a normal one. Checking Behind you, you had hoped to see the face of the doctor one last time before taking a step.

His eyes held sorrow, convinced that he had to make something else work. In comparison yours held hope, knowing that it wouldn’t be your end. But as red lights came into existence, he had to run. His eyes turned as he ran away to get to safety.

Once you knew he was far enough, as your foot barely touched the bomb, you felt your skin burn like a thousand suns. It was almost welcoming.

Darkness took over, letting you sink into the unknown.

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Has you opened your eyes again, all you could see was the face of a beautiful woman. A halo was drawn on top of her head, as she whispered a sweet lullaby.

making gurgling noises, you finally reached for her nose, desperate to touch something again. And all you saw was her smile as she put her head against yours. Your name fell beautifully from her lips. 

“Welcome to the world… Y/N Noble…”

[alldancersaretalented]

Dancers attending P21 Intensive

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Olivia Elise Victoria Nikolovva

AM Dance

Aurora Monroe

Ale Mancillas Dance Studio

Balbina Cueva

Allegro Performing Arts Academy

Arina Bryzgunova Bella Verbera-Hernandez

Aspirations Dance Company

Lola Nelms

Avanti Dance Company

Hayden Goren Eva Graziano Mia Menji Kaylee Randeniya Rosie Zahoul Sans Blair Tennant

Capitol Dance Company

Malia ?

Center Stage Performing Arts

Tommie Milazzo

Club Dance Studio

Brooklyn Besch Emma Kleve Claire Pistor

Dance Alliance of Camarillo

Shiloh Lark Farrah ?

Dance Dimensions Performic Arts Center

Victoria Safahi Serena Wilcox

DanceDynamicsLV

Lyla Haider

Dance Collective DC

Janelle Liu

Dance Edge Studios

Antonia Zanin

Dance Magic Performic Company

Savannah Lee

Dance Makers of Atlanta

Nola Paulina

Danceology

Ella Bustillos Hudson Hensley Ella Nani Knight Ella Koehnen Soleil Lynch Aria McCrea Cheyenne Ringerman Sydney Swinehart

Dance Republic

Graisyn Clare

Dansé Escuela de Danza

Alexa Ahumada Marielisa Portillo Isabella Trabucco

DC Dance Factory

Pay Lynch

Dolce Dance Studio

Brixtyn Cappo

École de dance Louise

Léonie Macorig

Edge Studios

Sienna ? Aria Giusti

Encore ELite

Leona Zariel

Epic Motion Dance Studio

Maria Sofia Rodríguez Mia Sofia Covarrubias Tinoco

Essence of Dance

Ava Killam Makena Killam Briar ?

Eternal Dance Company

Maddie Kronenberg

Evoke Dance Movement

Emmy Claire

Evolution Dance

Scarlett O'Neil

Evolve Dance Center

Maria Belen Salido

Evolve Dance Centre

Izabella Modarresi

Excel Performing Arts

Emma Sheff

Fusion Dance Omaha

Gigi Murray

Glass House Dance

Eden Cui

Groove Studios WA

Kaiden Koths Abby Mae

Hart Academy of Dance

Lydon Thach

Havilah Dance Company

Caitlyn Marie Malea Jade Moore

Inferno Dance Co

Maizie Smith

Instyle Dance Company

Jacilynn Mar

Janet Dunstans Dance Academy

Adeline Glenn

K2 Studios

Neriah Karmann Lennon Reign Jessica Sutton

Larkin Dance Studio

Matinly Conrad Palmer Petier

Legacy Dance Productions

Sophie Boonstra Paisley Clarke

Legacy Studio of Performing Arts

Brynne Smith

McKinley School of Dance

Teodora Narancic

Murrieta Dance Project

Khloe Cabrera Gracie Gilroy

N10 Dance Studio

Claire Avonne Kingston Madison Ng

No Limits Dance Academy

Ayanna Voulgaris

Nor Cal Dance Arts

Aria Davi Aubrey Paz Olyvia Reza

North Calgary Dance Centre

Ellie Blakley Georgia Blakley

OCPAA

Libby Haye

Onstage Dance Center - Los Alamitos

Adalyn Nicole

Pave San Diego

Eleanor Bullock Aryanna La Fontaine Cooper

Pave School of the Arts

Sofia Cuevas Stella Fisk Livi Matson

Perception Dance

Mabel James

Project 21

Ellie Anbarden Olivia Armstrong Lilly Barajas Sienna Carlston Kami Couch Katie Couch Kenzie Couch Airi Dela Cruz Stella Eberts Gracyn French Regan Gerena Richie Granese Mady Kim Brooklyn Ladia Leilani Lawlor Chloe Mirabel Savanna Musman Madelyn Nasu Avery Reyes Berkeley Scifres Bristyn Scifres Sara Von Rotz Leighton Werner

Project 520 Dance Studio

Adelynn ? Karli Heim Sasha Muratalieva

Queen City Dance

Annabel Speck

Seattle Storm Dance Troupe

Claire Clark

Shooting Stars Dance Studio

Karsyn Hernandez Malani Maliya

Stars Dance Studio

Hannah Burak Catherine Clayton Fabiana Pierleoni Elie Rabin

Starstruck Performing Arts Center KS

Kinley Winn

Steps Dance Center

Emmie Pitt

Studio Fusion

Harley Gross Juliet Anne Wydo

The Collaborative

Addison Cullather

The Company Space

Piper Perusse Stella Marcordes Vivian Marcordes

TheCREW

Isabella Tamayo

The Dance Collective DC

Eva Rogachevsky Quincy Thomas

The Dance Collective MD

Lyla Urban

The Dance Company of Los Gatos

Scarlett Blu Chloe Rose

The Vision Dance Alliance

Emily Polis

Utah Ballet Festival

Ruby Taylor

West Coast Dance Complex

Mila Barnett

Xtreme Dance Studio

Jocelyn Longroy

YYC Dance Project

Kinsley Oykhman

[empirearchives]

Costumes of Napoleonic figures at the Devonshire House Ball of 1897

1. Aileen May (née Wyndham-Quin), Countess of Meath as Hortense de Beauharnais, Queen of Holland

2. Princess of Löwenstein-Wertheim-Rosenberg (née Countess Josephine Kinsky) as Princess Pauline Bonaparte Borghese

3. Thérèse (née Kinsky), Countess Clary-Aldringen as Caroline Bonaparte Murat, Queen of Naples

4. Florence Anne (née Cole), Lady Delamere as Hortense de Beauharnais

5. Sir Charles Edward Cradock-Hartopp, 5th Bt as Napoleon I; Millicent Florence Eleanor (née Wilson), Lady Cradock-Hartopp (later Countess Cowley and Mrs Duberly) as the Empress Josephine

6. Lord Arthur Vincent Hay; William George Montagu Hay, 11th Marquess of Tweeddale; Candida Louise, Marchioness of Tweeddale as the Empress Josephine

7. Kathleen (née Douglas-Pennant), Viscountess Falmouth as Madame Recamier

8. Maria Henrietta Sophia Chaine (née Phipps) as Madame Sans Gêne

9. Henry Chaplin, 1st Viscount Chaplin as Marshal Lefevre

10. Catherine Dorothea Mary Grosvenor (née Simeon) as Marie Louise

[angelicsoka]

THE ABOUT PAGE!

everything you need to know about in between!

( angelicsoka, 2024 )

ADA "BUBBA" EVANS

✴ BUBBA'S BASICS!

NAME ada sylvie evans

NICK NAMES bubba, bubs, & A

BIRTHDAY 25th of january

ZODIAC aquarius

FACECLAIM mikey madison

CURRENT AGE 19 years old

PRONOUNS & SEXUALITY she/her & bisexual

HOMETOWN des moines, iowa

EDUCATION high school diploma

PIERCING & TATTOOS conch, lobes, helix & a cluster of sparkles on her right thigh

✴ BUBBA'S PERSONALITY!

QUALITIES bubba is pretty introverted when you first meet her. she tends to blossom into her extrovert-like personality over time. due to this, bubba is more of a loner. she'd rather keep to herself, spending her time reading and watching movies. she grew up an only child, so she is pretty use to the quiet life she is living. she yearns to be more confident and not care so much about pleasing people or having them like her.

LIKES & HOBBIES reading, watching movies and shows, listening to music, swimming, horseback riding, collecting funko pops & figurines, building legos, & traveling

DISLIKES spiders & wasps!!, loud places, driving in unfamiliar places, going somewhere unfamiliar, harassment

MENTAL HEALTH diagnosed with major depression disorder & generalized anxiety

✴ BUBBA'S FAVORITES & COMFORTS!

HER FAVORITES !

MOVIE revenge of the sith

TV SHOW psych

DISNEY PRINCESS elsa

FICTIONAL CHARACTERS louise belcher, ahsoka tano, & padmé amidala

SONG view between villages by noah kahan

VIDEO GAME resident evil 6 & red dead redemption 2

BOOK bird box by josh malerman

ARTISTS noah kahan & radio company

ANIMALS horses & deer

FOODS & DRINKS steak, red velvet cupcakes, & water, powerade, fruit punch

PEOPLE luke hughes, cole caufield, & her mother

HER COMFORTS !

MOVIE live action little mermaid & bambi II

TV SHOW bob's burgers

DISNEY PRINCESS ariel

FICTIONAL CHARACTERS ahsoka tano, okoye, & shawn spencer

SONG call your mom by noah kahan

VIDEO GAME red dead redemption 2

BOOK carrie by stephen king

ARTISTS we three & hozier

ANIMALS horses

FOODS & DRINKS ice cream & chocolate milk

PEOPLE quinn hughes and her father <3

✴ BUBBA'S FUN FACTS!

bubba's father helps open casinos all over the united states, her mother is best selling author.

luke coins her the nickname "bubba" as she chews hubba bubba gum all. the. time.

she lived in des moines, iowa until she was ten, because her father was promoted to the position he is in now.

she has lived in new york, san diego, tampa, and most recently, las vegas.

her mother is a stay at home mom, spending her free time writing mystery & horror novels.

although bubba is loved dearly by her parents, they weren't always around and when they were, they were busy with work or stressed out.

bubba took to horseback riding in her free time, which she had a lot of.

bubba wasn't the happiest about moving to michigan, but her mind quickly changed when she saw the house and the view.

bubba has one ex boyfriend named sebastian nicks.

bubba hates taking her antidepressants because they make her feel numb. she'd rather feel sad and hopeless than numb.

bubba's anxiety makes it hard for her to talk to people or do the things she really wants to do ( ie. concerts, dating, going to the movies )

bubba is OBSESSED with star wars because when she was little, her dad would sit with her to watch the movies

she has met ewan mcgregor, hayden christensen, mark hamill, and carrie fischer (rip 🕊️)

padmé amidala and leia organa have been her role models since she was kid. she even wrote a paper on them for her fifth grade english class.

whenever she is feeling down, bubba's father will try his best to find time to watch the movies with her. he will go buy all her favorite foods and they will stay up all night having movie marathons.

if her father can't, luke will step up and do it for him <3

IN BETWEEN INFORMATION

takes place in the summer of '23

people who will stay at the hughes' lake house during the duration of this fic will include: the hughes bros ( duh. ), trevor zegras, cole caufield, ethan edwards, mark estapa, luca & adam fantilli, elias pettersson, brock boeser, and possibly more!

other people to appear include: nico hischier, sebastian nicks ( oc ), curtis lazar, john marino, and possibly more!

luke honestly sucks at talking to girls in this fic... especially bubba.

more info set to come at a later date!

[filmnoirfoundation]

AND THE WINNER IS...

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[tiaramania]

There is a new exhibition called 'La Moda en la Casa de Alba/The Fashion in the House of Alba' at Palacio de Liria in Madrid from October 19th to March 31st. It covers two centuries of the family through their fashion with designs by Charles Frederick Worth, Louise Chéruit, Cristóbal Balenciaga, Flora Villareal, Manuel Pertegaz, and Enmanuel Húngaro. The exhibition includes dresses worn by Empress Eugénie of France, also the Countess of Montijo, and the wedding dresses of Cayetana Fitz-James Stuart, 18th Duchess of Alba, Eugenia Martínez de Irujo, 12th Duchess of Montoro, and Sofía Palazuelo Barroso, Duchess of Huéscar. You can find out more about visiting here.

There are no jewels on display due to security concerns and the cost of insuring them but I noticed in the background of one of the pictures is a portrait of the Duchess of Huéscar wearing the Alba Strawberry Leaf Coronet.

It looks like it was part of the same photo session as the portrait that was found to be on display at Palacio de las Dueñas in Seville in January.

I need to see a better quality picture of Sofia wearing the tiara!

Strawberry leaf ducal-style coronets are very popular amongst Spanish nobility. The one is made of emeralds, diamonds, and pearls and was supposedly a gift from Empress Eugénie to her sister, María Francisca de Sales de Palafox Portocarrero y Kirkpatrick, 16th Duchess of Peñaranda de Duero, wife of the 15th Duke of Alba. Here it is worn by María del Rosario Falcó y Osorio, 21st Countess of Siruela, and María del Rosario de Silva y Gurtubay, 9th Marchioness of San Vicente del Barco, wives of the 16th and 17th Dukes respectively.

Of course it was most famously worn by María del Rosario Cayetana Fitz-James Stuart y Silva, 18th Duchess of Alba, and most titled person in the world before she passed away in 2014.

If anyone goes to the exhibition and is able to get better shot of the portrait, I would very much appreciate if you would send it to me.

[simstorian-blog]

S A N M Y S H U N O - Households Pt. 1

As I near the end of my San Myshuno makeover, here is my little routine like Oasis Springs. Is it necessary to do this? Yes. LOL I'm really happy with my main save progress and I still have a lot of worlds to go!

(11 of these sims came from the sims 4 gallery. Credits to the following creators for the sim bases that I used for my CC makeovers: Blueceai, Dreamscarx, DreamyDreamer00, SakuraLeon, and TDot903972)

📍 Fish Market, San Myshuno

The Bheeda Residence

(2A Jasmine Suites Apartment)

Left: Jesminder

Right: Arun

Infant (Left): Neisha

Infant (Right): Parul

[Note -- They are one of the original City Living households. Yes, I did change their skin tones. Of all of the culturally driven last names within the expansion packs' townies, it made no sense why none of them went past a certain shade **forever side eying EA**.

Anyhow, She had two children, in my save, but to avoid me having to do more work, I made them twins lol]

The Boho Friends

(New York City: ONE)

Left: Bailey Benjamin

Right: Laila Houston

[Note -- Just two pretty bestfriends walking around San Myshuno fine as can be]

Casa de Majbouri

(17 Culpepper House)

[Note -- Rachid El Majbouri has an impressive law background. However. he is the toxic, yet VERY charming, romance consultant of San Myshuno.]

The Mosley Residence

(New York City: ONE)

Left to Right:

Jenna (Big Sis)

Abel (Father | Husband)

Savannah (Mother | Wife)

Cornelius (Little Bro

[Note -- I spun a wheel to determine the wardrobes of the kids. Jenna's theme is "bunnycore" while Cornelius' theme is "lofi".

The "Newlyweds" Residence

(2B Jasmine Suites Apartment)

Front: Claire Williams

Back: Austin Williams

Dog: Jody (bottom)

[Note -- The cute fur baby was not planned but I ended up positioning her to be included!]

The Pryor-Rodriguez Residence

(New York City: ONE)

Left: Sade Rodriguez (Girlfriend | Mother)

Right: Weston Pryor (Boyfriend | Father)

Baby: Madelynn Pryor (Child)

[Note -- They came from a household that I placed down of 7 friends and ended up hooking up and having a baby. So, I moved them out.]

The Rasoya Residence

(20 Culpepper House)

Left: Geeta (Mother)

Right: Raj (Son)

[Note -- One of the original 'City Living' households]

The "Single Mother" Residence

(18 Culpepper House)

Left: Brooke Muher (Mother)

Center: Antony Muher (Son | Brother)

Right: Louise Muher (Daughter | Sister)

Two Besties, One Girlfriend

(New York City: ONE)

Left to Right:

Perry Jacobsen (Boyfriend | Bestie)

Helena Baros (Girlfriend)

Tyrell Mendoza (Bestie)

[Note – No! It's not like THAT! (lmfao) Perry and Helena let Tyrell stay with them until he was able to secure a home of his own. He still has yet to.]

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode illustrée, no. 29, 21 juillet 1912, Paris. Les nouvelles fleurs en tissu. Louise Villas. No. 1. — Rose en ruban. (Contour de la fleur: 40 centimètres.) No. 2. — Rose en taffetas. (Contour: 13 centimètres.) No. 3. — Rose pompon. (Contour: 6 centimètres.) No. 4. — Pavot. (Contour: 27 centimètres.) Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

No. 1. — Rose en ruban.

Exécution. — Tailler une rondelle de mousseline à patron de 6 centimètres de diamètre. Se procurer du ruban de faille très souple de deux jolis tons de rose. Le plus foncé réservé pour le cœur de la fleur. Il faut 1 mètre 30 de chaque teinte sur une largeur de 6 centimètres. Froncer ensuite le bas du ruban en réduisant la longueur à 40 centimètres au plus.

Pour simuler les pétaies il suffit de "pincer" le ruban de distance en distance en fixant les plis par un point. Les premiers pétales sont formés à 10 centimètres de distance (prise à la lisière du ruban), puis on augmente progressivement jusqu'à 18 centimètres pour les plus grands pétales.

Ceci fait, on commence par coudre au centre de la rondelle l'extrémité froncée du ruban foncé, puis l'on tourne en colimaçon en cousant le ruban. La jonction des deux teintes est invisible, puisqu'elle s'opère sous un pétale. Une fois la fleur terminée on repousse intérieurement la rondelle de mousseline, afin de produire une cavité qui donne du relief à la fleur. Ajouter une tige avec feuillage artificiel.

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Cut a round of patterned muslin 6 centimeters in diameter. Get some very flexible faille ribbon in two pretty shades of pink. The darkest reserved for the heart of the flower. It takes 1.3 meters of each shade over a width of 6 centimeters. Then gather the bottom of the ribbon, reducing the length to 40 centimeters at most.

To simulate the petals it is enough to "pinch" the ribbon from distance to distance by fixing the folds with a point. The first petals are formed 10 centimeters apart (taken from the edge of the ribbon), then gradually increase to 18 centimeters for the largest petals.

This done, we start by sewing the gathered end of the dark ribbon in the center of the washer, then we turn in a spiral by sewing the ribbon. The junction of the two shades is invisible, since it takes place under a petal. Once the flower is finished, the muslin disc is pushed back inside, in order to produce a cavity which gives relief to the flower. Add a stem with artificial foliage.

No. 2. — Rose en taffetas.

Ce genre de fleur est destiné aux garnitures de robes, employées en bouquets pour retenir les plis d'une draperie, ou rangées sur le devant des corsages en guise de boucle de ceinture.

Chaque rose se compose d'un cœur et de cinq pétales. Le cœur se fait avec un biais de tissu replié. Il a une longueur de 12 centimètres sur une largeur de 5, centimètres, ce qui donne 2 centimètres 1/2 une fois replié.

Commencer à fixer le fil à l'extrémité d'un des bords supérieurs mis en double, descendre en biais en comptant les points jusqu'au bord inférieur, remonter en formant le même nombre de points et continuer ces zigzags sur toute la longueur du biais. Tirer fortement le fil. Rouler cette petite ruche qui formera des pointes chiffonnées, la lier par le pied, et couper le surplus du tissu. Ses pétales sont des carrés de toile de soie ayant 10 centimètres de largeur pour les deux premiers, 12 centimètres pour les trois autres, cinq pétales étant nécessaires pour faire ces roses. Après les avoir taillés, on les ploie en "mouchoir" et l'on passe un fil allant d'un angle à un autre, en prononçant plus ou moins la courbe du côté de la pointe du milieu suivant le relief que l'on désire obtenir. La pointe qui reste au milieu doit être ensuite supprimée.

Tirer sur le fil sans trop serrer et arrêter solidement. Procéder de cette façon pour chaque pétale. Les monter ensuite autour du cœur en commençant par les plus petits.

Les feuilles s'obtiennent aussi avec avec un carré de tissu. On les reploie également en mouchoir. Mais ici on coupe l'étoffe de façon à former deux triangles, ce qui fait deux feuilles par carré.

Reployer ensuite le triangle. Faire une couture partant du sommet jusqu'au bas. Retourner ce cornet. Le côté pointu simule le haut de la feuille. Le bas froncé très serré forme des plis imitant les nervures. Chaque feuille se fixe ensuite sous la rose qui doit rester assez plate.

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Each rose consists of a heart and five petals. The heart is made with a folded fabric bias. It is 12 centimeters long by 5 centimeters wide, which gives 2.5 centimeters when folded.

Begin to fasten the thread at the end of one of the upper edges doubled, go down on the bias by counting the stitches to the lower edge, go up by forming the same number of stitches and continue these zigzags over the entire length of the bias. Pull the thread strongly. Roll up this little ruffle which will form crumpled points, tie it by the foot, and cut off the excess fabric. Its petals are squares of silk canvas, 10 centimeters wide for the first two, 12 centimeters for the other three, five petals being necessary to make these roses. After having cut them, we fold them in a "handkerchief" and we pass a wire going from one angle to another, by pronouncing more or less the curve on the side of the point of the medium according to the relief which we desire. The tip that remains in the middle must then be removed.

Pull the thread without tightening too much and stop firmly. Proceed in this way for each petal. Then mount them around the heart, starting with the smallest ones.

The leaves are also obtained with a square of fabric. They are also folded into a handkerchief. But here we cut the fabric so as to form two triangles, which makes two sheets per square.

Then fold the triangle back. Sew a seam from top to bottom. Return this cone. The pointed side simulates the top of the leaf. The very tight gathered bottom forms pleats imitating the ribs. Each leaf then attaches under the rose which must remain fairly flat.

No. 3. — Roses pompon.

Destinées soit à un chapeau, soit comme bouquet de corsage.

Ces roses se font en toile de soie de deux tons avec feuillage artificiel. On procède pour les faire comme pour les précédentes, avec cette différence que les dimensions en sont très réduites. Le cœur est taillé sur une longueur de 12 centimètres sur 3 centimètres de largeur. Les zigzags sont beaucoup plus petits et on adapte ce cœur à une tige de laiton qui sert de monture à la fleur. Les pétales, au nombre de six, se cousent un à un. Les premiers carrés ont 4 centimètres 1/2 de largeur, les autres 5 centimètres 1/2. Procéder comme pour le précédent modèle, en enveloppant bien le cœur de façon à ce que la fleur ne soit pas trop épanouie. Enfiler les fils de laiton dans des tubes de caoutchouc et terminer par quelques feuillages.

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Intended either for a hat or as a corsage.

These roses are made of two-tone silk canvas with artificial foliage. We proceed to make them as for the previous ones, with this difference that the dimensions are very small. The heart is cut over a length of 12 centimeters by 3 centimeters wide. The zigzags are much smaller and this heart is adapted to a brass rod which serves as a mount for the flower. The petals, six in number, are sewn together one by one. The first squares are 4.5 centimeters wide, the others 5.5 centimeters. Proceed as for the previous model, wrapping the heart well so that the flower does not bloom too much. Thread the brass wires into rubber tubes and finish with some foliage.

No. 4. — Pavot.

Pour faire cette jolie fleur on emploie du ruban à picots qui existe en de charmants coloris souvent ombrés, ce qui permet dans la largeur de trouver deux fleurs d'un ton différent. Il faut environ 75 centimètres de ruban sur une largeur de 12 centimètres pour faire deux fleurs, soit 6 centimètres de largeur pour chaque fleur.

Diviser en cinq parties ces 75 centimètres. Les séparer. Froncer le bas de chaque bande en partant du picot et en décrivant une courbe comme pour les roses. Abattre ensuite les pointes qui restent de chaque côté. Serrer fortement le fil et arrèter.

L'armature du cœur consiste en un bouton quelconque de 1 centimètre de diamètre ou d'une simple rondelle de carton rembourrée d'ouate, que l'on adapte à un fil de laiton. Recouvrir ensuite cette armature avec une sphère de toile de soie vert pâle en la fronçant autour de la tige.

Passer des fils noirs en les entrecroisant sur toute la surface du cœur. Adapter autour une petite ruchette ayant 1/2 centimètre de hauteur et faite comme il à été dit pour les cœurs des roses. Presser fortement les plis afin d'imiter les pistils et coudre autour du cœur. Employer du taffetas ou de la toile de soie noire, gros bleu, violet ou un ton changeant très foncé. Une fois le coin terminé, placer les pétales autour en les chevauchant l'un sur l'autre. Terminer par une branche de feuillage.

On peut tout aussi bien employer du ruban sans picots; et ces fluers, exécutées en rouge, imitent à s'y méprendre les coquelicots des champs.

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To make this pretty flower we use spiked ribbon which exists in charming colors often shaded, which allows in the width to find two flowers of a different tone. It takes about 75 centimeters of ribbon over a width of 12 centimeters to make two flowers, or 6 centimeters in width for each flower.

Divide these 75 centimeters into five parts. Separate them. Gather the bottom of each strip starting from the picot and describing a curve as for the roses. Then cut down the remaining tips on each side. Tighten the thread strongly and stop.

The frame of the heart consists of any button 1 centimeter in diameter or a simple round piece of cardboard stuffed with wadding, which is fitted to a brass wire. Then cover this frame with a sphere of pale green silk fabric by gathering it around the stem.

Pass black threads criss-crossing them over the entire surface of the heart. Adapt around a small hive 1/2 centimeter high and made as it was said for the hearts of the roses. Firmly press the folds to imitate the pistils and sew around the heart. Use taffeta or silk black, deep blue, purple or a very dark changing tone. Once the corner is finished, place the petals around it, overlapping them one on top of the other. Finish with a branch of foliage.

You can just as well use ribbon without pins; and these flowers, executed in red, imitate field poppies unmistakably.

Louise Villas

[microcosme11]

Napoleon is clueless on Elba during visit of Marie Waleska

À l'Ile d Elbe l'Empereur était entouré de beaucoup de gens qui étant tout nouvellement attachés à son service ne savaient pas ce que c'était que d'avoir de la discrétion, et ce qu'ils virent et ce qu'ils entendirent, ils n'eurent rien de plus chaud que d'aller le conter à qui voulut les entendre. L'Empereur lui même tout en aimant le mystère agissait sans précaution se croyant encore entouré de personnes discrètes. Le soir il sortait de sa tente en robe de chambre allait chez ces dames d'où il ne sortait qu'aux approches du jour. Les factionnaires eux aussi savaient bien quoi penser de ces allées et venues. En affaires amoureuses l'homme le plus simple est beaucoup plus adroit que ne l'était l'Empereur et que ne sont en général les grands seigneurs.

Souvenirs du mameluck Ali (Louise-Étienne Saint Denis) sur l'empereur Napoléon.

link

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On the Island of Elba the Emperor was surrounded by a great many people, who, being newly attached to his service, did not know what it was to have discretion. What they saw and heard they were eager to go and tell to whomever would listen. The Emperor himself, while loving mystery, acted without precaution, believing himself to be still surrounded by discreet people. In the evening, he left his tent wearing his dressing gown and went to the ladies' house, from which he only emerged at daybreak. The sentries knew well what to think of these comings and goings. In amorous affairs the simplest man is much more skillful than the Emperor, and more than great lords generally are.

[trinitybloodbr]

WITCH HUNT - ウイッチ・ハント - CAÇA AS BRUXAS - PARTE III

WITCH HUNT - ウイッチ・ハント - CAÇA AS BRUXAS - PARTE III

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⚠️ ESSA OBRA EM HIPÓTESE ALGUMA É DE MINHA AUTORIA. TRADUÇÃO REALIZADA DE FÃ PARA FÃS. NÃO REPUBLIQUE OU POSTE EM OUTRAS PLATAFORMAS SEM AUTORIZAÇÃO. SE CASO POSSÍVEL, DÊ SUPORTE AOS AUTORES E ARTISTAS COMPRANDO AS OBRAS ORIGINAIS. ⚠️

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WITCH HUNT　

ウイッチ・ハント 

CAÇA AS BRUXAS

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Ⅲ

"Bom, é isso por agora!"

Apesar de já ter escurecido e algum tempo ter passado, a Estação Central estava lotada de pessoas que partiam em viagem e daqueles que retornavam.

"Agora, a Irmã Louise aqui irá te acompanhar. Não vá fazendo manha."

"Prazer em conhecê-la, Eris-chan."

Eris apenas deu uma olhada de lado para a mão estendida pela jovem irmã, que mostrava um belo sorriso. Em seguida, lançou um olhar descontente para o rosto de Abel, que sem nenhuma razão aparente, mantinha-o erguido para o alto sem prestar atenção nela.

"Você... não vem?" – Eris perguntou.

“Infelizmente, ainda tenho a trabalho a fazer... bem, é um pouco solitário, eu sei... Ai!?”

Eris olhou ao redor, ignorando o padre que havia começado a dançar polca enquanto segurava uma das pernas que ela tinha chutado.

"Onde fica o banheiro?" - ela perguntou.

"Se você quiser usar, há um no trem também." - Abel que ainda segurava a perna, respondeu.

"Não gosto porque balança." - ela retrucou sem demora.

O padre olhou para a garota que logo desviou o olhar, mas logo soltou um suspiro como se tivesse desistido e disse:

"Ah, essas manhas de novo... Irmã Louise, qual é o horário do trem? Às 8h10? Plataforma 5? Certo, então Eris, vamos. Acho que tem um banheiro por ali."

"Eh, por que você vai comigo?!"

“Tudo bem, tudo bem… Ah, Irmã Louise, por favor, espere na plataforma ♪”

Abel começou a caminhar pela estação lotada, empurrando as costas da garota que parecia estar relutante com a situação.

O saguão da estação estava agitado. Os anúncios dos hotéis em busca de clientes recém-chegados e os vendedores que tentavam vender seus produtos antes de fechar as lojas, seguiam sendo extremamente barulhentos.

"Sim, isso... por favor, cuide bem disso." – Abel disse ao olhar para Eris.

"Você está me dando...?"

O que Abel havia terminado de comprar de um dos vendedores era um pequeno gato preto de pelúcia. Enquanto prendia-o na bolsa de Eris como um chaveiro, ele disse:　

"Uma lembrança de despedida. Você disse que gosta de gatos, certo?"

"……obrigada"

“Não há de quê.”

O padre assentiu com a cabeça e continuou, como sempre, a caminhar desajeitadamente. Seu perfil, mais gentil do que nunca, observava a comoção com um sorriso no rosto, como se dissesse que amasse a todos nesse mundo.

"Eris-san, você já teve um gato de verdade?" – ele prosseguiu.

"Eu costumava ter muitos... ainda com minha mãe verdadeira. E quando meu pai estava vivo."

“... ...”

O sorriso do padre esmaeceu um pouco. Mas, como se estivesse lendo seus pensamentos, Eris não demorou a continuar:

"Tudo bem, sem problemas. Já faz muito tempo."

Ela murmurou enquanto se esquivava rapidamente de uma rechonchuda senhora que vendia sucos.

"Minha mãe e meu pai... se suicidaram."

"Suicídio?" – o padre foi pego de surpresa pela última informação.

"Um pacto..., no entanto, é como se eu que os tivesse matado."

Mesmo que tenha sido suicídio?

Embora tenha pensado dessa forma, o padre não disse em voz alta. Ele abaixou a cabeça confuso enquanto caminhava ao lado da garota.

"Desculpe por isso..."

"É por isso, que disse que está tudo bem. Estou bem. Não é algo que me afete tanto assim."

Sacudindo uma mecha de seu cabelo dourado, Eris sorriu como um pequeno carnívoro.

"Estou dizendo, eu não desanimo com pequenas coisas."

"Haha, você é bem forte, não é?"

Eris sem perda tempo, retrucou:

"Se não fosse assim, não teria sobrevivido... Se eu fraquejasse por causa disso, seria apenas uma presa fácil para os outros. Bem, pessoas que vivem uma vida tranquila na igreja não entenderiam isso, né?"

"Eu-eu sinto muito." – o padre se desculpou em um tom ameno.

"O mundo está cheio de inimigos... Se você mostrar fraqueza, será morto."

O perfil de Eris estava rígido como o de uma boneca de porcelana, enquanto ela murmurava consigo mesma essas palavras. como se estivesse se reafirmando. Seu acompanhante olhou para ela de lado, parecendo um pouco triste.

 Não importaria quais palavras fossem usadas, ela iria repelir a todas.

"...Mas, eu estou do seu lado, Eris-san." – ele disse calmamente.

“Eh?”

Dessa vez, foi a garota que se surpreendeu com as palavras repentinas.

"O que quer dizer com isso?" – ela o questionou confusa.

"Você não deveria fazer do mundo seu inimigo... ao menos eu estou ao seu lado."

“Hã?”

Esse padre inútil ficou louco?

 Eris olhou para o padre alto e desajeitado que caminhava ao seu lado, com um olhar de desdém, mas logo um sorriso irônico se formou em seus lábios.

"Huum, por acaso, você está tentando me cortejar?"

“Haa?”

Por um momento, a pele clara do rosto de Abel ficou branca como papel, e então ele o girou rapidamente de um lado para o outro.

"N-não, não, de jeito nenhum! Eu sou um servo de Deus! Co-co-cortejar, isso é tão..." – ele tentou se explicar.

“Ah, que chato!”

Com o mesmo sorriso travesso de um gatinho brincando com um rato, Eris fez um beicinho com os lábios. Ela então esticou suavemente o dedo e o colocou sobre a testa de Abel, dizendo:

"Mas, eu fiquei um pouco feliz, Padre. Por isso..."

"Por isso?" – Abel repetiu as mesmas palavras, mas com um tom curioso.

"Me desculpe ♡" – Eris disse em seu aparente tom de travessura.

Num instante, a visão de Abel escureceu.

“...Eh?”

Onde estou?

Abel perguntou a si mesmo quando se viu parado diante de uma porta de aço em algum corredor em algum lugar. Até o momento anterior, ele estava...

"A-aquilo?"

Onde eu estava mesmo?

Não conseguiu se lembrar de nada. Mas, havia algo familiar naquela porta de ferro. Algo desagradável... de fato, deveriam ser memórias realmente desagradáveis. Mas até mesmo isso parece ter desaparecido do seu campo de memória.

Da janela do corredor, uma paisagem azul podia ser vista. Considerando que o céu está cheio de estrelas, parecia ser noite agora. No entanto, por algum motivo, o chão estava emitindo um brilho deslumbrante.

"A-aqui é..."　

Abel notou que seu batimento cardíaco estava anormalmente rápido.

Se estendendo sob seus pés, um enorme disco azul. Um belo planeta, com tons de marrom e verde, contra um atraente azul cobalto. O material branco semelhante ao algodão que o cobria em alguns lugares se movia lentamente e acrescentava destaque ao cenário.

Sim, aqui é...

Abel olhou para a porta de ferro e respirou fundo. De dentro de seu coração, algo parecia estar se agitando. Uma presença sombria escura incrivelmente sinistra, estava se movendo e quebrando o selo de memórias guardadas há muito tempo.

Ele colocou sua mão na porta suavemente. A porta, que brilhava levemente, se abriu em silêncio para ambos os lados, e a escuridão que estava presa dentro dela começou a se espalhar.

"Olá, Abel... você está atrasado."

Um homem alto virou-se para olhar na direção dele.

Com a janela às suas costas, seu rosto estava na sombra. Mas Abel o reconhecia. Ele sabia que por baixo dos cabelos loiros, havia uma beleza como porcelana com um sorriso gentil. Mas o que era esse cheiro sufocante de sangue? E o que o homem segurava em sua mão...

"Alegre-se. Eu eliminei o elemento negativo."

O homem disse, mostrando a Abel o que estava segurando. O cheiro forte de ferrugem se tornou ainda mais intenso.　

"Não há mais ninguém para interferir em nosso plano... o traidor foi devorado." – ele continuou finalizando sua fria, mas cordial sentença.

“...!”

Quando a luz azul iluminou o que estava na mão do homem ── a revelação foi o rosto de uma deusa de cabelos ruivos e pele morena ──

Nesse momento, um grito silencioso irrompeu da garganta de Abel…

"O que aconteceu, Padre?"

“....Ah?”

Abel olhou para baixo. Um funcionário baixinho e gordinho da estação o olhava com preocupação.

"Algum problema? Você não está se sentindo bem?" – ele o perguntou.

" ‘Você não está’...?"

Abel repetiu vagamente as palavras do funcionário. O suor era espesso em sua testa e escorria pelo queixo.

A mesma agitação de sempre - o fluxo intenso de pessoas indo e vindo sem sinais de parar. No entanto, havia alguns espectadores olhando para ele, imaginando o que estava acontecendo.

"Seu rosto está pálido... Você gostaria que eu o levasse à enfermaria?" – o funcionário persistiu em seu diálogo.

"Ah, não, estou bem. Desculpe."

Abel sacudiu a cabeça uma vez e piscou os olhos repetidamente.

O que foi aquilo agora? Pensei ter sido tocado um pouco por aquela garota por um momento, de repente...

Em sua mente houve um estalo.

"É, é isso! Eris-san!?"

Abel olhou em volta em súbito pânico, mas aonde seus olhos percorriam não havia sinais da garota em lugar nenhum.

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