#Siege of Paris

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“The danger of eating mice is that your cat might run after them”

from Album du siège, 1871

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James Tissot (French, 1836-1902), Le Foyer de la Comédie-Française pendant le Siège de Paris, 1877. Etching, plate: 38 x 27.5 cm. From the edition of c.100

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Barricades de la Commune, avril 71. Coin de la place Hotel de Ville & de la rue de Rivoli (Barricades of the Commune, April 71. Corner of Place Hotel de Ville & Rue de Rivoli), Pierre-Ambrose Richebourg, 1871

[ithinkthiswasabadidea]

Thoughts about Wrath of the Druids and Siege of Paris, now that they're both done!! (Also I don't really have any desire to play Dawn of Ragnarok tbh, so I'm just not gonna get that one)

WotD was sooo beautiful, and aesthetically I loved this dlc. It was so so nice to explore Ireland, especially all of its landmarks, standing stones and tombs!

I also really liked the characters!! Bárid very quickly grew on me, I enjoyed his characterisation a lot, and both Flann Sinna and Ciara were very compelling for different reasons

I was also much more invested in this dlc because of the way they quickly set up the familial ties and friendships between Eivor and the other characters, and showed what was at stake

I was quite interested in the Children of Danu and their workings, especially the more 'fantasy' elements that the faction brought

I kind of wish we got to see more of the story from the perspective of the druids, I think it would've made the final confrontation even more heavy to deal with, seeing as the choices made don't exactly have any weight to them outside of the dlc itself

I think overall, I enjoyed WotD a lot more than SoP, as it was more consistently fun to play and discover Ireland

SoP was very slow to start, and I feel like we didn't get much of a chance to bond with these allies before jumping into 'we need to kill all the Franks'. It didn't grab my attention

The majority of this dlc was more unremarkable than I expected. There were no targets to hunt down, and the setting itself was rather grim and boring (also FUCK the rat swarms and cavalry)

HOWEVER, I thought that the Paris siege itself was one of the better and more interesting sieges we got to take part in, even across the whole main game too, because it was so dynamic

Taking down the bridge, fighting in the streets, then running with Toka across rooftops while fire rains down around us? Fantastic and visceral, super fun stuff

Also really interesting to see Eivor's different opinions when she's fighting not for herself and her loved ones, but for someone else, on the off chance that subduing France will help her people. She's so much less invested, and more worried about the potential fall-outs and casualties here. That was almost never apparent in England, she's so much more introspective

The acting was really good, especially towards the end, and I really liked Count Odo as a character. Richardis, Charles and Sigfred were done well also

Overall, while a few missions in Paris really wowed me, Ireland was much more consistently enjoyable! I still had a good time with Eivor of course, spending more time with her before I fully finish up, and I feel like these dlc's were net positive to the game 😊

[karmaalwayswins]

Now Reading:

Sebastian Smee "Paris in Ruins: Love, War, and the Birth of Impressionism" (2024)

Photo Credit: karmaalwayswins

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In other news I've been playing the Siege Of Paris DLC again and casually found Charles standing in the open so yeah here's my pixel wife Eivor hanging out with Charles The Fat 😎

[francishodgson]

The Kids Are Alright

Well, here is a rare and rather enjoyable thing.  I’m used to writing about pictures whose author is known, whose subject is known, whose date is known, whose cause is known, whose customer is known or any or all of those things.  The experience starts as that which is familiar to anyone who has finger-walked through shoeboxes of old post-cards, or cartes-de-visites or stereos : here’s something…

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Toka Sinricsdottir

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Find out what viking is in French as I play DLC of Assassin's Creed Valhalla, Siege Of Paris. Join me on live stream or watch on demand

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[tumblingxelian]

Chloe Knows:

Apparently game Chloe knows Marinette is Ladybug, so I wrote this:

Summary: Chloé Bourgeois is perhaps the last person Marinette expected to see on her roof after having lost the Miraculous to Felix.

Chloé Bourgeois is also probably the person Marinette least wants to see on her roof.

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, Chloe knows more than she's ever let on and that complicates things, but it just might end up helping too.

Chloe Knows:

The last thing Marinette expected to deal with right now was Chloe hanging out on her roof, arms folded and tapping her yellow jacket impatiently.

It was also the last thing Marinette wanted to deal with, save maybe finding Hawk Moth waiting for her. & that thought just sent her gut into a tailspin, so Marinette forced open her ceiling hatch and stalked onto the roof.

Chloe zeroed in on her instantly, hissing, "You kept me waiting!"

Marinette barely resisted the urge to grab and shake the blonde, because she had only just finished re-tethering herself after the disaster of losing the Miracle Box.

Still, she had just enough restraint to only force her way into Chloe's space, grounding out, "How did you trick my parents into letting you up here, Chloe?"

The blonde blinked confusedly, "I climbed?" She motioned to a discarded pair of gloves sitting in the rooftop bin. "Why would I talk to your parents about that anyway? This is our business."

Marinette tried very hard to parse that question but she was still trying to process Chloe having scaled her walls!?

"Because they-, I-" No she as not dealing with that right now. "Chloe we don't have business!" Marinette settled on, arms flailing.

"Normally we wouldn't, you made sure of that-"

"Oh I made sure of it?"

"Yes you," Chloe huffed, somehow the one affronted, "When you got me to be terrible for my mother, then made it impossible for me to be good as Queen Bee by taking Pollen. Now you go and lose her & the others? I thought you were at least cunning to pull that scheme off Dupain-Cheng, or are you just lucky!?"

Marinette technically 'heard' what Chloe said, but she didn't have the wherewithal to react to it. Not right now as her whole world felt like it was suddenly unreal and empty and yet crushingly full all at once.

"Hah, haha, what are you t- talking about? Me, take a pollen? I don't know what that is? I don't even like wasps!"

Chloe dragged her hands down her face, screaming into her palms, "You cannot be this thick, no one can, for the- I know you're Ladybug, I've known your Ladybug for ages. Now tell me how you lost the Miraculous!"

"I could never be-"

Chloe stepped forward, counting off on her fingers.

"Rena is Alya, Nino is Carapace, Sabrina the Hound, Max is Pegasus, Kim is monkey guy and Zoe is Vespera, very petty of you, kudos really. Need I list more?"

"I"

"I've seen your Kwami, do I need to grab your damned earrings!?"

Marinette's hands flew to them, and she flung herself back, then started to giggle, maniacally.

"Hahaha, of- of course, this is a nightmare! All a nightmare! I didn't fail, Chloe doesn't know anything, I didn't get tricked by Felix and doom Paris! Hahaha- OW!"

Chloe pulled her hand back and out of pinching distance.

"You're awake Dupain-Cheng & finally answered my question to boot. Felix, ugh!! What, did he pull that stupid 'I'm Adrien' stunt and you just tripped over yourself?"

"Actually-" Tikki cut in gently, drifting out of her bag. "There was no tripping that I recall, & he'd had help this time, as Adrien wished to stay in Paris so it was more believable."

Marinette felt like her throat was closing up as she rasped, "Tikki, why!?"

The Kwami turned to her, big eyes doleful, "I am sorry Marinette, but it was obvious she knew and has evidently known for sometime. I felt you continuing to try and cover this up would only make things worse not better."

"Good thing too, I was about to tackle her and shake you out of that bag-ah!"

Marinette grabbed Chloe, spun her around and trapped her against the nearest wall. Eyes wild and frantic, the command phrase to transform dancing on her lips.

"Where's Hawk Moth? What's your game Chloe!?"

"If this was a game I'd be having fun, also," Chloe brought her hands up, and sharply but lightly 'chopped' her way out of Marinette's grip with the sudden pressure on her elbows and then shot out of grabbing range.

"Uhu, you had your chance to straddle me and passed it up."

Marinette's overtaxed brain wanted to 'scream' at that particular mental image. But Ladybug Brain was taking over and she snapped.

"How long have you known? It can't be that long or Hawk Moth would have found out already. After Penal-Team, no after-"

"Are you kidding? I've known way longer than that," Chloe boasted.

"Then why doesn't Hawk Moth know? Why didn't you just Akumatize and bring him the Miraculous!?" Marinette hissed.

"Because I don't want him to win, obviously!"

"You say you want him to win all the time!"

"I say stupid stuff when I'm angry, sue me!"

"Marinette!" Her parents called, and she could hear them racing up the ladder and nearly tripping over one another in a bid to make it to the rood.

Tikki vanished back into her purse and Marinette stood stock still frozen as her parents clambered out. Her mother hugging her close and her dad stepping between her and Chloe.

"How did you get up here?" Her father groused.

"Marinette, are you OK?" Sabine asked, fretfully.

A million and one excuses flew through Marinette's exhausted brain. Class project, Chat Noir dumped Chloe on her roof, she was Ladybug & Chloe had come to yell at her- No wait, that was the truth!

"What business is it of yours?" Chloe snapped back, evidently not intimidated by her father.

"Because this is our home, and our daughter and you are trespassing." Tom rumbled.

Chloe leaned to the side and looked at Marinette, still in her mothers arms, and then pointedly looked 'past' them.

"That doesn't answer my question, Marinette and I's business is none of yours."

Her mother frowned, "You've never had business with our daughter, just sharp words at best. You have no right to her or anything here."

"Ch- Chloe was just checking up on me, after Monarch's announcement." Marinette rambled, trying to piece the pieces together into something workable that wouldn't send Chloe into a fit.

Both her parents looked stunned and also like they wanted to ask if she was concussed.

Fortunately, Chloe managed to pick up where she'd left off.

"Exactly, we certainly aren't friends, but I felt obliged to check up on someone else I knew Ladybug wouldn't check on."

"What?" Her mothers hug tightened, and her voice actually quivered.

Her father looked between the two sides, seemingly lost for what to do with himself.

The pieces fell into place and Marinette came to the truth, in a sense.

"I was Multi-Mouse, when my science teacher god Akumatized, Ladybug needed someone who was good at multitasking."

"Marinette," Her father rushed forward and pulled her into a hug that knocked the air out of her lungs.

"I... I helped her, I did OK I think."

"You got the Miraculous back so you did your job," Chloe cut in, neither warm nor scathing.

Her mother evidently didn't agree, "It shouldn't have been her job, either of your jobs. You're children!"

"Mum, dad, it's fine, really it's fine!"

Her mother ran a hand through her hair, "I feel like there's something you aren't saying sweetheart."

She glanced at Chloe who was watching the exchange with an inscrutable expression. Some strange mix of confusion and almost starvation like hunger that was honestly painful to perceive.

Marinette licked her lips and pressed on.

"Chloe was right that Ladybug might not check up on me. At least not in a way I could see."

"She's usually such a good hero?" Her father said, sounding despondent.

"It's because I asked her too! I... When I was Multi-Mouse, I used the other Miraculous. A lot. I shouldn't have, but nothing bad happened!" she hastily added, at her parents near frantic looks of worry.

"Ladybug warned me, but I misunderstood and she said even though I was OK this time I shouldn't use magic again for a long time. I was upset, I wanted to help her, I-"

Why was she crying?

"I wanted to be a good hero, but I just screwed up and now," she was sobbing. Gods she was sobbing in her mothers arms.

"There there, my treasure, I am sure you were brilliant, let it out," her mother stroked her hair while her father hovered protectively, one large hand rubbing circles on her back.

Fortunately, Marinette had already cried her heart out once tonight and was too tired for a truly spectacular breakdown.

She managed to half slip her mothers grip, wiping at her eyes. "Thanks, both of you," she glanced at Chloe who was back to not quite staring at them. Her face was a mask of forced, haughty neutrality that looked like it was being kept in place with wires buried beneath her skin.

"Thanks for checking up on me Chloe, and for somehow not telling Hawkmoth our, my, anyone's identities when he had you Akumatized all those times." Because she still needed an answer to that, only the fact Tikki hadn't seemed panicked was keeping her grounded.

Chloe swallowed, hands clenching and unclenching before she spoke.

"Yes, well, I might not be Queen Bee or a hero anymore, but ridiculous circumstances demand ridiculous actions. So for tonight I'm a hero and it's the duty of a hero to look out for people. Even one's they hate."

OK, ow.

Chloe pressed on, "As to identities," She shrugged. "If that idiot Hawkmoth, Shadowmoth or whatever he's calling himself had that kind of control he wouldn't have to wait for people to break before getting them under his thumb. Even when I let him in the last few times, I never let him dig deep and I'd just kick him out if he tried to paw at any of my secrets."

Marinette felt like her heart was going to collapse in on itself because, "Even knowing everything you do, you just- I can't- I don't understand you at all Chloe!"

That actually seemed to draw the blonde up short, "That's a surprise, I thought you knew me better than anyone. You're certainly good at," Chloe looked at her parents ten back to Marinette, "Hitting my weak spots when we come to blows."

It felt like there was a lot to unpack there and for the first time in a long time, Marinette knew she'd actually have to spare no small amount of time and thought on Chloe's inner workings.

For now though.

"Even if you 'can' just kick him out."

"You know I can!" Chloe stomped her foot. "You saw me do it when I was Penal-Team!"

"That's my point! Isn't that like willingly helping him!? Other people have to be tricked!"

Chloe scoffed, "Tricked she says, don't over-sell it, it's being angry or sad, or whatever and taking a deal. Besides, does it look like I'm helping? I played soccer for an hour then quit."

"You had a bunch of people trapped in deadly orbs Chloe!"

"So what!? People try to kill me all the time! Ivan tried to smear me on the pavement! Nathanial tried to chop my legs off! Mommy murdered me and no one cared! No one!"

There was a choked edge in that but Chloe pressed on. "Because it's not a big deal, and anyone trying to make it a big deal is just looking for sympathy points, so there." 

She huffed and unfolded her arms, "Anyway you've clearly got people to tend to and I got what I came for. See you at school, Multi-Mouse."

With that she marched across the rooftop to her sky-box. "I'm not climbing the walls again if I don't have to so I'll just leave out the front and avoid the stray dog."

Before she reached the door, Marinette was surprised to see her mother reach out and gently grasp Chloe's shoulder.

"Chloe," She said firmly, as the blonde practically froze up, looking half ready to bolt, or shout. "Thank you for checking up on our daughter, that was a good thing and for whatever it's worth. People should have cared, I'm sorry those who should don't."

There was a moment where Marinette honestly expected Chloe to start crying, to fling herself at her mother and howl and sob. She was sure she saw something glisten in her eyes before Chloe wiped it away, and swallowed.

Her voice was rough as she said, "It's... Thanks, or whatever, doesn't matter. I don't need anyone's help."

"Everyone needs someone, so if your feelings change, don't be afraid to ask, people can surprise you. Especially if you don't break into their house." Her mother said the last part with a sort of forced, hopeful smile.

Chloe nodded, like taking an instruction, a rasped something escaping her lips before she achingly pulled away and climbed down the ladder.

A million and one feelings, questions and terrors still swirled in Marinette's mind but as her father and mother gently guided her down the ladder, intent on hot coco and comfort talk. She knew they'd have to wait. Could wait, until she was rested and ready.

Even still, a part of her would linger on the question of Chloe. What to think, to feel, to do, certainly. But also on the quieter, more uncomfortable thoughts.

Like who someone who felt they had no one would turn to if they were desperate and at the end of their rope.

'& it's not just Chloe either, who does Chat Noir have besides me?'

It was an uncomfortable thought, but one buoyed by a new revelation. No matter how omnipotent Hawk Moth seemed, no matter how all knowing he claimed to be; he was clearly far less than that.

It wasn't much to build on, but it was something, a foot hold from which she could dig in her heels and drag him down from his perch.

Golden hair flashed in her mind again and another thought echoed in her head.

'One good foot hold may be enough to bring down Hawkmoth. So what could it do for someone else?'

Because no matter what she said or had done, Chloe made a choice tonight, and had been making choices for longer than Marinette realized. Not having fallen down the slope but merely standing on the brink.

'But she took a step back tonight, to somewhere I can reach.'

& maybe all Marinette needed was one good foothold to pull Chloe all the way back, perhaps Farther than she'd ever been, or Marinette even realized was possible. 

It was a tender little hope, strange and unsure, but somehow, in Marinette's mind, it felt like solid gold. 

NOTES:

Wrote this is one sitting, then edited it, I hope it reads well XD

I have no plans to continue this, though if someone else wants to take it and run with it please feel free. I kind of envision Marinette re-inviting Chloe to the class group chat as a sort of olive branch and them slowly working through their respective issues.

Also Chloe turning up at Felix's with a tazer and the same martial arts skills that let her fight Mayura to a stand still and possibly, violently reclaiming Doosoo, cos you can pry Jock!Chloe from my cold dead hands!

[corseque]

WIP whenever day tagged by @sky-kiss (;o;) I'm too shy to tag anyone back, so if you want to share a wip, please take this as your excuse my wip snippet is Renoir fic, so 100% SPOILERS for everything that happens in Clair Obscur. You can't write fic about this character without spoiling the whole game, unfortunately. So please refrain from reading it if you haven't played.

Once upon a time, a long time ago, fair Lumière knew only peace.

Aline Dessendre lived there in those days, together with her husband and three children. Famed Madame Dessendre, the former ballerina and shining star of the city of light, who led them all to victory through the siege, the famine, the war against… 

…their world had never known war, and nothing but joy had ever happened to their city, never mind the Grandis who claimed their city had not always been there, or the elders who felt a shadow on their hearts. Whatever the shadow may have been, it was too long ago to remember, in a world far away from their fair Lumière.

For Lumière was the only city in the world, and in the heart of the city rested Madame Dessendre’s beautiful manor house, glowing with light from every window. And the streets of the city of light were always strewn with the white flowers of peace, and no one there had ever starved.

And there was once a man named Renoir Dessendre who lived in fair Lumière with his wife and his three children, but all was not well in his heart because he knew his wife was ill.

Her illness was not obvious to others, but Renoir knew his wife with a precious intimacy. He was a careful student of her graceful movements, the sound of her voice and the light of her eyes, the curve of her cheek. This study had filled the years of his life with beauty and love. Now that very study made worry grow in his heart.

“Aline,” he said from the doorway.

Stillness from their bed was his only answer. It was midday, and for all their lives, she had woken in his arms each dawn. This morning, nothing he had tried could stir her to real movement. 

The light was terrible, the hues muddy. The dark quagmire shades would be difficult to mix using his usual bright oil colors, and nor would he want to.

When he opened the curtains, she still did not stir.

A hesitation took him, looking down at her in sleep, disturbed by the thought that he did not know what he would do if she never decided to get up again. He knelt by her side and measured her temperature with his palm, her skin so soft. She did not react to his touch. She had no fever or chill, at least.

Renoir wished he knew how to help her.

“The day is running away from you,” he said softly. 

This time, her eyes opened, but they did not reflect the light from the window with joy. They were dull and focused somewhere beyond him.

He stroked his fingers through her hair. In the new light, it was now a soft brown he might mix from perhaps alizarin crimson and chrome yellow, muted by cobalt.

“I will fetch the doctor,” he murmured.

Aline’s hand caught his. She only shook her head, still not looking at him.

Renoir knew that no stranger may ever come inside their home, not even a doctor.

“Aline,” he repeated, becoming frustrated. 

“You push me even here,” she finally said. “Even you.”

Though her voice was a weak void, she was at least speaking to him. She was touching his hand. His frustration ebbed.

“I am trying to tempt you, not push you. Clea wanted to show you her latest work. She claims you can have nothing to critique.” 

Aline closed her eyes again, removing her touch. 

He cast about for something more to say.

“Alicia…” Well, there was never much to report about Alicia. “I heard her up late last night, typing away. She is making good use of the typewriter.”

Aline turned her face away from him. “Go away, Renoir.”

He retreated by one surprised, hurt step. A full stubborn minute passed. For lack of anything else, Renoir finally said, “I see Verso in the yard.”

That, strangely, did the trick.

“Verso?” Aline asked, her head even lifting from the pillow.

Renoir’s heart stirred with hope. “He is throwing a ball for Monoco.”

Aline rose from her bed and flew to Renoir’s side. “Oh, he is. He is. I thought… but I must have dreamt it. It was a nightmare.”

In the light of the window, his wife was gaunt, but Renoir felt a profoundly grateful inspiration to paint her, to capture her focused, clear eyes and her viridian robe against her throat.

Aline turned to him, and this time, she truly looked at him, tears of joy in her eyes. “But he should stay in the manor. Outside is too… you must make sure he is safe.”

“Of course.”

Verso was a grown man, old enough to marry, who could defend himself and even help defend their family if something happened to their peaceful city, and yet… Renoir knew that his wife was right. 

Renoir knew, above all else, that he must protect his wife and his children, and allow no one to come inside their home. He guarded their door as the statue of the lion in their garden did, unyielding as stone and ever watchful. He must never put down his guard, never relax, and never trust anyone outside their family. He must never be far away from Aline.

He must never break her heart.

Then his beautiful wife reached for him and pulled him down for a long kiss. Her lips were salty from tears, but she was smiling and bright again.

---

Once upon a time, Renoir Dessendre lived in Paris in the shell of the house that still remained standing after the murder of his only son.

He lived there with his two still-living children, his youngest a broken ghost and his eldest consumed by revenge. His wife remained in their house in body, but not spirit. She had stopped speaking to him, and finally abandoned him completely, and her children as well, to drown herself in madness.

And Renoir lived, and he knew greater pain than he ever knew existed.

The longer the madness went on, the more difficult it would be to extricate Aline. A gentle terror ruled his days, a silent roar incrementally gaining volume with every passing hour. It would be different if he were as skilled or powerful as his wife. If he could simply pluck her from danger the way she had once done for him, how much simpler life would be.

(end of excerpt.... it is just a wip.....)

[walkingstackofbooks]

I've just realised I've never posted about Tom Paris/Julian Bashir because I was avoiding posting about Voyager when I was watching it...

But yea - Tom/Julian??? They'd burn fast and hard but I think they'd have an absolutely excellent time of it while it lasted

Honestly it's mostly just vibes but also:

They'd both be as into holo adventures as the other (though admittedly they both have a bit of a problem not being the main character)

Common interest in 20th century media

Tom definitely wouldn't give a shit about Julian's augmentations, and quite honestly once he's done his research, I think he'd be pretty righteously angry about it all.

Both pretty happy to be left alone to their hyperfixation for a long time (honestly I can see Julian taking research to the cargo bay while Tom tinkers and both just doing their thing in silence)

Neither expecting anything more than a short fling (and are surprised when it lasts that little bit longer) (okay this isn't a good reason but tell me I'm wrong)

Bad at communication (it's fine if neither of them want to talk about their feelings right?)

No actually tbf Tom's kind of pushy about getting others to open up and I think Julian would genuinely appreciate it overall, even if sometimes not in the moment

Not sure how it would work vice versa but Julian's more amused by defensive secrecy than anything imo

I hate to say it, but lbr... doctor/nurse roleplay. (Hopefully not in the actual infirmary but if for some reason they were both on a long, dull shift, I'm not sure I'd count on their combined willpower to keep them out of mischief...)

(Of course because it's me the augment reveal comes out because Julian's volunteered himself to play Chaotica in the holosuite because it was quite fun the last time... The plot just happens to be about him trying to take over the world with genetically engineered superhumans, and yea, that hits just a LITTLE bit too close to home 😅😅😅)

[thefcguy]

You know what? Miraculous should stop their weird game attempts amnd just straight up make a Lego Miraculous Ladybug Videogame.

Imagine a Open World Paris, a create you miraculous character DC supervillain style, using Pegasus to go to other hubs (like New York or Shangai), Bunnix for a time travel mechanic like Lego Dimensions...

It could be amazing!

[misty79]

Why is he kinda buff now 😂

[dilutedh2so4]

Was looking through some childhood books, and I think I might've found my introduction to Paris...

...despite the authors calling him Sikandar for Reasons™, and little me having no idea who he was meant to be xD

In all honesty, I am getting some slight homoerotic undertones looking back

Slight 🤭