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playvodfr · 1 year ago
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mellybouboulove · 5 months ago
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My guardian angel🤍𓆩♡𓆪☁️
Chapter 1
Hey guys, this is my first fanfic :) I'm already working on the upcoming chapters, it's gonna be pretty long.
This is a Drug Dealer Ellie Williams X OFC fic, it's out of universe and takes place in college, it's set in the 2000s.
Chapter 2 , Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapitre 5, Chapter 6, Chapitre 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9
Tags: #wlw #sapphic #drugdealer!ellie #modern!ellie #tlou #slowburn #smut #fluff #tlouau #au #modernau
Here's the first chapter <3
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First Chapter
It’s October 31st and I have yet to find my Halloween costume for the upcoming party. I was never too fond of parties but my friends have been begging me to join them. I started feeling guilty for not engaging more with the social part of uni, am l wasting my life ?
9pm: My whole wardrobe was covering the floor of my bedroom. I was contemplating each piece I had to find anything that could work as a costume when I started to question if I should even attend. After a couple minutes, I decided to put on a red top and red thighs topped with a blue dress in a desperate attempt to recreate Wendy Torrance’s look in The Shining. By the time I got ready, Emily and Jonathan were here to pick me up. I was already feeling so tired from all the noise. Maybe wasting my life is not that bad after all.
As we parked I could already hear everyone screaming like raging animals. When we entered the house Victoria, one of Emily’s soccer teammates, greeted us and took Emily and Jonathan apart. I felt out of place and decided to head towards the bar to grab a drink. Everyone around me was dancing and smoking. I struggled to breathe and looked around me, spotting the backdoor to the garden. I paved myself a way in the crowd; as I reached the outdoors. I sat and took a deep breath of fresh air watching the sky thinking about my bed.
I started relaxing when I noticed a presence in the corner of my eye. I turned around and saw a girl smoking a cigarette leaning against the wall. She glanced at me and we stayed in an awkward silence for a couple seconds until she finally started talking. 
- Hey, do you mind if I sit here? - Not at all, go ahead. 
As she sits next to me I take a better look at her, I can’t help but notice her attractiveness. She has a cute button nose and small freckles on her cheeks, light green eyes and strands of hair falling in her face. She’s really pretty. She looked up to me and I quickly looked away in embarrassment. She smiled at my reaction.
- What’s your name ? I don’t think we’ve met before. - My name’s Maya Reeves, you ? I asked. - Ellie Williams. What are you doing here all alone? 
- I just needed some fresh air, I lost my friends and the music is so loud. Her face enlightened, then she confessed to me that she didn’t like these parties either.
- What are you dressed as ? I continued.  - What? - It’s Halloween, are you not wearing a costume? - Ohh no no, I hate this kind of stuff.. Are you wearing a costume ?
I got up and turned around to show off my outfit. 
- Duh?! Do you think this is how I normally dress ?? l said.
She chuckled and looked at me up and down admitting something was off. She continued.
- What are you dressed as ? -Wendy Terrance from The Shining. -Ohh cool.. I didn’t see it but you look good. -What!! you really should see it! -I'll keep it in mind, I'll think about you when I do. 
She smiled at me, put out her cigarette in the ash and got up to leave. On her way back, she greeted Jonathan who was coming out of the house. He looked at me surprised. 
-Did you get drug?  -No why? I asked surprised.  -She only ever talks to her clients. -What are you talking about?  -She’s my plug, she’s at every party just to do business.  -Ohh.
I guess she must’ve only talked to me to try to sell me drugs, I’m kinda disappointed, she seemed sweet. Emily noticed how bored and sad I looked and offered me to drink to get in the mood. After a couple drinks I felt better and managed to enjoy the rest of the night. 
Eventually, it was time to go home. Emily and Jonathan were both way too drunk so I took the driver’s seat. The road was dark and my hands a little shaky, my eyes started to close until l suddenly saw two big lights coming right at us and heard loud noises. l realized we just collided with a car.
------------------- To Be Continued..
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miseta · 6 months ago
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Chapitre 4 ➺ Hell Clasico
Starting over In Madrid
Misa Rodriguez x Reader (Nicky/first person)
After moving to Madrid as the new Real Madrid photographer, Nicky's eyes can't look away from the pretty face of Misa Rodriguez. But how is she going to handle her growing desire for the Canarian goalkeeper when her working contract's strictly forbidding her to date players?
Chapter 1 ➺ A harder job than I thought Chapter 2 ➺ Clearly on a bad slope Chapter 3 ➺ Calmly panicking
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"You don’t come after training because we’re still grounded ?" 
Misa’s text made my heart lifted. With the Clasico and games abroad coming, I had a huge amount of work that was keeping me out of the stadium. I had shut myself in my office for three days now, importing, retouching photos, thinking about the next games’s visuals… Due to the fact that resisting the goalkeeper was becoming more and more difficult, I had to admit I was relieved to be able to avoid her.
I thought a moment about what to answer. As soon as she had stood up from that bench on the evening at the park, Misa had been her funny self again. She had joked happily. We had said goodbye at the entrance of the parking. Like friends do. If she had been disappointed, she had been hiding it well. 
And now she was texting about me for not coming to our photo meeting in a casual yet flirty way again…
"Feels like I’m the grounded one… work is having me trapped in my office!" I texted back.
"👉🤓" 
"🫠👋"
She started typing and stopped. Her text bubble didn’t reappeared. I sighted. I hated having to be distant with her. I sighted again and buried myself back into work. 
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Fifteen minutes later, loud erratic knocks boomed against the door of my office.  "What…?". Without waiting, Misa, Hayley and Sofie burst into the room. "Here she is ! You believed to could get rid of us that easy Nicky?" Hayley asked while the three girls came around my desk. Misa had bring a ball and severals biscuits with her. "What are doing here?!" I said already annoyed. I had a feeling they weren’t here to help me… 
"We’re checking if you’re still Nicky and not a robot." Misa dropped the biscuits on my desk and started to play with her ball, making it rebound between her foot and thigh. Sofie was leaning toward my computer’s screen. "Do you have new photos of me?". Hayley was observing my cameras under every angles. "I’ve never seen this one, would you recommend it Nicky?" The dull sound of the ball rebounding rhythmically was constantly filling the room. I wasn’t believing how fast they had created such a mess.   
"Guys, a girl needs to focus right now!" I said, eyes closed, a hand on my forehead. "Oh, you can keep working, don’t mind us." Hayley had taken a camera and was back at taking pictures. Sofie joined Misa and they went passing each other the ball. There was no way I was going to be able to concentrate in this chaos. 
Edit just ten more photos tonight. I said to myself. I grabbed back my pencil and graphic tab, opened a photo of Olga striking, and started to erase an unwanted grass twigs on one of her socks.
On the corner of my eye, I saw Misa’s face approaching the screen while chewing a mouthful of biscuits. "What’s this? Are you drawing?" She pointed at my tablet. The sound of the ball was still resounding, Sofie had taken over. A few crumbles fell off the goalkeeper’s mouth. "Misa! The keyboard !" I blowed hard on it to make them go away. "Perdòn!" She stood back and tried to swallow her snack. She gestured to me to explain again.
That girl can be such a pain !
"No, I can’t draw, I’m just correcting details. A pen is more precise that a mouse". I said to her.
"Oh vale ! Can I try It ?" I glared at her. "I mean not now! When you have the time. And… I can teach you football in exchange". She ended up showing an innocent smile.
That girl will drive me mad! 
"Misa! Leave Nicky alone and come to my IG Live, the fans wants to see you !" Sofie called from the farthest corner.
"Coming! Nicky, take a biscuit, son muy buenos!"
They kept going like this until they were forced to leave with me. I had painfully managed to do half the work I wanted to be over. Tomorrow is another day, they say. 
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Alas, next day was just the same. They came after their practice and occupied themselves more loudly than ever until my boss finally came to have them go away. With all of that, it was miracle I had finished everything at a rather early time on the eve of the Clasico. That meant I could attend the motivation speech that followed today’s training session.  
Sitting in the stands, the speech wasn’t captivating after all. Maybe I hadn’t enough knowledge of football to really get it but I found it lasting forever. The players weren't into it either. Olga’s legs were showing signs of impatience. Linda was slowly drifting. But despite my tiredness, I wanted to check on Misa and Hayley, so I kept waiting. 
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I caught them at the building exit. I could sensed their nervousness behind the frank smiles they both gave me as a greeting. 
"Hey Nicky, great speech eh..?" Hayley hugged me, she was so tensed. "Thanks for waiting but I need go home. I’m off, girls, see you tomorrow !" Misa patted her shoulder as she left and she roughly brushed her hair in return. 
I turned to the goalkeeper. "How are you coping?" I asked her gently. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other. "Estoy bien…", she answered peering down, her foot kicking at the floor vainly. She obviously wasn’t. 
"Do you want to walk ?" I said without any back thoughts. I just wanted to help my friend to feel a bit better. She nodded. 
We went touring the sport campus. We tried to talked about anything but the Clasico. At first, Misa was jumping in place every now and then to get rid of her stress. She relaxed when we started to tease each other. 
"Misa, you can’t be with a ball without showing off! That’s insane!". 
She smirked. "I’m athlete Nicky! Football is my life, of course I play with my ball all the time". She side glance at me, her mischievous tone and satisfied smile back. "I did 65 rebounds yesterday." 
I giggled "Is that much ?". Misa’s both disappointed and irritated air had me laughing out loud. 
She slapped me on the arm "Jajaja, muy divertido! Enhorabuena Nicky! I don’t care about what a girl who work al Real Madrid and knows nothing about football thinks!" 
It was my turn to faint annoyance. "I see trainer Misa is long gone before she even started… you are a very reliable person." She opened her mouth but was out of answer. I had had her sulking again. Grumpy Misa was one of my favorite. 
I took a pleading look. "All right, you are the best Misa! Now, when do we start training ?" I was sure the training part would lift her spirit. 
She side-eyed me again, still vexed. "Have you at least ever play football ?". 
I pretended to search my mind. "It happened... twice maybe. First was at school, and second on the alley in front of my parent’s house". 
She snorted. "No es posible…" She shook her head and continued, her voice suddenly curious. "For real, why did you want to work for a football club?" Her mocking tone gone had me really wonder how much I wanted to tell. 
"I needed a change in my life. Anything was… not going well. I had a rough break up and was really unhappy in my previous job…"
"I’m sorry to hear that" she said with a concerned look. 
I half laughed half sighted. "It’s ok now. I’m glad to be here. I really like Madrid". We were reaching the exit of the building again. 
"Bueno… and do you like your new job too ?" 
"Yes, I’m quite found of it… and of my new exasperating friends" I went back teasing her a little as we headed to the parking. 
"I’m happy you’re good with us", she said, not reacting on the teasing part this time. 
We arrived in the middle of the car park. I didn’t know if we were going in the same direction so I gestured on the right  "I’m parked this way". 
"I’m parked over here but I’ll go with you to your car, I can do with walking a bit more " she replied although she sounded far less stressed now. 
We reached my vehicle and faced each other to say goodbye. "Thanks Nicky" Misa softy spoke. Her features were less drawn. The walk had soothed her a little. 
"You’re looking better. Are you sure you’re ready to go home ?" I inquired one last time. 
She opened her mouth but nothing came out. Instead she simply smiled and looked away. "Misa?" I frowned not knowing how to help her anymore. 
Her head turned back to me. She bit her lip and her eyes stopped on mine. Then she slowly moved forward. My brows went up, having me frozen in a surprised look as she took my hands in hers, and I knew that that was it, that there’s was no escaping this time, and that I didn’t gave a fuck.
I half closed my eyes, my head slightly bowed while she leant over. My gaze stayed on her quivering mouth as she approached mine. At last, she pressed her lips. I let out a short breath. I was surprise by the tenderness of her kiss. Her mouth was soft, its movements slow.
I kissed her back. Letting relief fill me up. Completely abandoning myself as her taste and scent washed over me. Our noses brushed against each other. The grip of our hands tighten as we went on kissing, softly still, slowly still. 
Finally, she withdrew her lips from mine, a soft smile lingering on them, having me missing their contact immediately. My eyes couldn’t leave hers. 
"I’m ready now" she whispered. I exhale and shyly smiled and she released my hands. "Good night Nicky ». She stepped back and turned over. My gaze followed her until she disappeared behind the birch trees growing between the parking spaces. 
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Aitana Bonmati was running fast, dribbling everyone coming for her. She armed her strike and shoot between Ivana and Olga toward the penalty area. The ball landed right on Salma precise foot who immediately kicked hard at the upper left corner of the goal. Misa jumped with all her strength and the tip of gloves deflated the ball, preventing Barcelona to strike once again. 
The match had been hard and demanding from the very beginning. Barça team had been pressing Real Madrid players, having them constantly cornered near their penalty area. Misa had already saved five goals but as Mariona Caldentey had outpasted all the defenders for the third time and send a particularly well aimed kick to Caroline Graham Hansen, the goalkeeper had gone on the wrong direction and the ball had rolled easily in the cage. Misa had sweared, gotten up, and send a long clearance skillfully recovered by Hayley. Hayley was a fast runner too. She had passed the ball to Athenea, who had dribble passed Irene Paredes and used the one second of disorganization to find Linda. The kick from Linda’s head had miraculously flied through the expert gloves of Cata Coll, and crashed on the net behind her, filling the stadium with unexpected joy. 
Returning from the halftime, Barça had pressed harder and harder without succeeding at scoring yet an other goal. After a clever discussion in locker room during the break, the real Madrid was holding well against them for the first time, Misa’s many saves putting and end to theirs brilliant sequences of passes. And the unbelievable had happened at de 78th min. Naomie had succeeded at loosing Alexia Putellas’marker to get the ball from Oihane’s throw-in. Her quick arched shot had found Olga on the left side, who had managed a shot worthy of the World Cup. She had stricken from her rather distant position straight at the right upper corner, giving Cata Coll an impossible job. The stadium had burst screaming, echoing Madrid players all hugging together to celebrate their first time ever leading Barcelona. 
It was extra time when Misa’s body crashed on the grass again from saving Salma’s strike. The Madrid player were back at having a hard time. I could see they were physically drained, their feet barely touching the ball anymore. 
They all took position, ready for the corner, Misa giving directions to her teammates as she prepared herself for the upcoming action. Salma struck. She crossed the ball back from the goal line. The ball descended on Alexia in a perfect neat curve before she sent it crashing to the net. Barcelona had come up to the score, victory slipping through the Madrid girls'fingers at the 95th minute. Now, the match was going extra time. I saw Misa down in her attempt to save to ball, kicking the grass with her fists in frustration. As well trained as they were, the team was exhausted. With Barça clearly dominating, the extra time was going to be a living hell. 
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Misa passed by me as she exit the tunnel to ran toward her goal after the short break. I took a shot of her face, a mix of deep concentration and extreme fatigue. My heart sank. I had been covering the match with other photographers from the start, trying hard to focus on my job rather than on the ongoing actions and the increasing pressure on Misa. 
The game resumed. Madrid team formed two compact lines in front of the goal. They had received new guidelines: keep on defending and don’t take another goal at all cost. Their strategy, and Ivana’s agile foot prevented a new shot on target finding the net. The only two more attempts of Madrid met Cata’s gloves, her clearance sending the ball back on their half pitch again. But, they hold on again and again the entire the first half of extra time.
During the second, fouls and cramps multiplied on each sides, chopping the play in numerous sloppy actions and hardening the footballer’s job by giving them unnecessary minor injuries. Misa’s attempt to grab a shot by Mariona sent her rolling on ground and her knee hit the goal-post. The ball luckily found the cross-bar and was quickly cleared by Kathellen. But Misa was still down, grasping her knee between the puffy fingers of her gloves. I shuddered. No please! Let not it be a serious injury! I silently prayed. The medical staff came over after the referee had blown the whistle. With several of her teammates surrounding, I could barely see what was going on. 
I waited, trying to breathe properly, not looking at the last picture I took of Misa, curled up on the grass, her features distorted by pain. After what was feeling like an hour, the med staff went away and the small crowd scattered, revealing Misa standing on her feet again, though she was breathing hard and slightly limping. I relaxed a little.
The goalkeeper settled back in front of her caged but she gave the ball to Ivana for her to do a long clearance. She clearly hadn’t the strength anymore. The ball was back in her penalty area in a heartbeat but the match had Madrid finally find the key to put up a very strong defence. When the whistle blew again, it was to put an end to the game at last. 
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The penalty shoot out would decide the winner of the Copa de la Reina. More than ever, the outcome of the match was now resting mostly on Misa’s shoulders.
The goalkeeper and the rest of the team gathered around the trainer near the bench. I crossed eyes with Misa and I smiled, my fist clenched up in the air to show her my support. She didn’t seemed to see me. Nothing exists apart from the game when she was playing. 
Madrid opened the shoot out with Olga. She shot, scored. Cheers burst. 
Misa jumped on her line. Caroline Graham Hansen scored as well. 
Claudia kicked hard on her right but Cata had understand where she was aiming. Her body blocked the ball, having Barça yelling in triumph. 
Aitana scored. 
Athenea scored. 
Mariona scored.
Hayley scored.
Last ball. All was resting on Misa. If she failed the ball, everything was over. 
Alexia armed her leg. Kicked. The ball flew on the opposite of the goalkeeper. 
It was it. Madrid had lost. I forgot to take pictures, focusing on the limp body of Misa still laying on her back, her gloves on her face. As the Barcelona players hugged together in victory, the sturdy figure of Alexia was crouched at Misa side, muttering to her words I could not hear. She heaved Misa to her feet, helped her taking off her gloves. I could see her face wet with tears, her eyes puffed and closed as she was still sobbing. They leaved the pitch, Alexia’s arm over Misa’s shoulders. One of other photograph was shooting restlessly at them while they headed toward the tunnel. I couldn’t suppress a surge of anger. 
I got up, quickly took the steps that separated me from the man with the camera. 
"Give her a rest ok ?!" I shouted in his direction. The man stared blankly at me, astonished. In addition to my strange behavior, he probably wasn’t speaking English. 
Noticing my action, Misa and Alexia had stopped. When she saw me close, Misa lowered her head as if she couldn’t bear to look at me. Alexia stared kindly at me, guilt still her eyes as she knew she had partly caused the sadness of her friend. 
"I can take her to the locker room if you want" I said, instantly shocked by my own words when I couldn’t leave my job. 
Misa lifted her face again. Alexia looked at the goalkeeper to see if she was ok with that. Misa nodded and I took over Alexia to guide her through the tunnel. 
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I made Misa sat on the farthest bench of the locker room. Everything was quiet here, the screeches of the celebration only a distant echo. The goalkeeper had stopped crying. Her board shoulders and muscular body seemed so fragile somehow. I took a seat beside her, not knowing what to do now it was up to me to comfort her. 
"I’m sorry" I simply said.
"We were so close!" she cried. "Let’s just go! I don’t want to be there, I don’t want the puta silver medal again!" She blown her nose hard and rubbed her red eyes with a towel laying by. Exhaustion was oosing from her at every levels. 
"No Misa you can’t go" I responded and caught a surprised side eye, as surprise as she could be in her current state. "You can’t go because everything’s not about wining or being better or best ! You can’t go because football doesn’t have to be that. It’s not about the score, the cup or whatever. Football is an emotion, a battle, a shared experience. And first and foremost it’s a spectacle and you put on one hell of a show as a team and as a player tonight! If you go, nothing remain, it would mean nothing. You have to go back Misa." 
Silence settled between us. I felt exposed and embarrassed by the words I had just spoken. It was ridiculous, saying obvious things like that to a seasoned footballer when I was barely discovering the sport. 
The goalkeeper exalted deeply. "You lied to me" she said, gotten me confused. She chuckled softy "You acted like you didn’t know a thing about football". She painfully stood up and waved me to do the same. "But you do" she said smiling as we faced each other. The tall woman pulled me into a hug, her head resting on my shoulder and I hold her tight against me. I gently stroked her back, her jersey was wet and she was clearly stinking of sweat but I didn’t care. I just wanted us to stay like this, clump together.
After a minute or so, we parted and smiled softy at each other. In spite of her weariness, Misa was looking less drained. She was waiting for... something while expectantly looking at me. Her dimples back with her grin enlighten her tired face. I kept smiling, my mind racing to figure out what I should do, what I could do… what I wanted do to. When she thought I wouldn’t do anything, Misa’s smile faded a little and she started to turn around. 
"Misa, wait…" I grabbed her arm and pulled her back against me. I only took a glimpse of her surprised yet eager face before I kissed her.
I grasped her face, pressed her mouth harder against mine. Misa let out a whine, the sound of it had my body set afire. I slowly made her step back until she hit the lockers room’s door. She gasped at the contact, put one of her hand in my hair, the other gripping the fabric of the bottom of my shirt. She opened her lips, her taste filled me up entirely and had me moan with want.
Our heated kiss had enlighten all my senses and turned my body into white iron. I felt my hand acting on her own as it went under Misa’s jersey and up her abs. She wimped again, her own fingers going under my shirt and touching the skin of my waist. Her soft and full lips were enveloping my mouth, our breathings had become jerky.
Fevered by my desire of her, I led my hand down her stomach to the strap of her shorts. She groaned and froze. "Wow! Nicky wait…" I stopped neat. She took her hands off my back and gently seized my face. "I have to go back" she said, a burning gaze on me. I breathed, trying to tame the flames devouring my insides. I smiled and repeated, "You have to go back". She placed a last kiss on my lips and got off the room.
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Chapter 5 ➺ Valleys and peaks
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completeoveranalysis · 8 months ago
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Chapitre 210 - The Words One Would Like To Know
FLASHBACK TO PIFFLE ARE YOU KIDDING ME
PERFECT 10/10 
GIVE ME EVERYTHING I COULD EVER WANT AT THE SADDEST POSSIBLE MOMENT
SYAORAN CONTINUE TO REMINISCE THROUGH HIS HAPPY MEMORIES THROUGH THE VARIOUS ARCS IN TSUBASA
AND HERE WE HAVE HIM BONDING WITH FAI AS THEY SERVE LUNCH
Specifically when they first meet Tomoyo
And SPECIFICALLY AFTER THAT ONE CONVERSATION FAI MENTIONED JUST A FEW CHAPTERS AGO, WHERE FAI HAD A GENTLE TALK WITH HIM ABOUT NOT BLAMING YOURSELF FOR EVERYTHING AND JUST DOING WHAT YOU CAN
HOW I NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT THE FACT THAT THIS WOULD BE THEIR LAST BIG 1on1 BONDING MOMENT BEFORE SYAORAN’S SOUL WARRANTY RAN OUT
AND FROM THE WAY THINGS ARE GOING THEIR LAST BIG BONDING MOMENT EVER
AHHHHHH I am compacting myself into a cereal box of emotion
OK OK OK LIKE LAST TIME Syaoran’s outfit matches the same colours in the same locations as Fai, and both have matching expressions as they look toward centrepage
Oh the splash text! What’s it say. 
The bitterness, the pain, 
That person changed it all,
Into kindness
YUP SENDING MYSELF IN A CEREAL BOX TO MOON
THE THINGS SYAORAN SAW AS POSITIVE TRAITS IN HIS DADS
THE WAY HE LOOKED UP TO THEM AND LEARNED HOW TO BE LIKE THEM
How Kurogane’s reliance on strength and Fai’s outward positivity were a type of trauma response, a flaw they had to grow around and overcome, BUT THEY WEREN’T NEGATIVE TRAITS TO SYAORAN. HE LIKED THEM AS PEOPLE THE WHOLE TIME.
AND THEY JUST WATCHED HIM GET STABBED. 
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charlastorfrenchlove · 4 months ago
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Extrait chapitre 1 M'as-tu piégés Princesse? " Badum"
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“BADUUUM BADUUUUUUUM “ It has been some time since Alastor noticed the abnormal movements occurring in his chest and this phenomenon only occurs when he is in the presence of a certain princess of Hell. Without him being able to understand how the young blonde went about provoking such a physical reaction. He would have noticed if Lucifer's daughter had used any spell on him, after all he knew enough about magic and demonic power to see if anyone was trying to harm him. But he never detected anything in the blonde and he didn't want to go see a doctor because the supreme lord knew very well that he was not suffering so what was the point. The strange symptoms have finally stopped to the happiness of the latter, he will be able to concentrate on something else. So he walks with both hands behind his back while humming a little tune, very happy that his strange symptoms have calmed down in the corridor, he meets the princess's companion walking with an angry step. The red demon wonders what could have provoked the anger of the former exorcist. -So dear, I was able to hear you from the other end of the hotel, what is putting you in such a state? *he asks in a mocking tone*
The person concerned gives a look full of disdain for the red, wondering what is wrong with her for it to come to meddle in her life. Then the last news he didn't really care about her well-being so why would he do it suddenly, Vaggie clicks her tongue against her roof of the mouth and throws her long hair back. -Anything that concerns you, shouldn't you do your job as a manager instead of hanging around like an acorn? *she asks aggressively* -What I was about to do but your aggressive steps distracted me from my main objective *replies the demon just as dryly* A slight growl escaped Vaggie's lips, greatly annoyed that this demon of misfortune had the answer to everything and with ease too. Although he was right, that doesn't mean she was going to confide in him, that's all that was missing. Therefore, it was better for her to put an end to this discussion which will lead to nothing anyway. She walks in front of him to make it clear to him that she didn't want to continue cutting the piece of fat with him. For her, this man, finally this demon, was like a threat to the well-being of her princess's hotel and to the princess herself. -Maybe but it's not my problem if you let yourself be distracted so easily, it's not my problem * declares the former exorcist *
Then she continues on her way as if nothing had happened, Alastor does not try to keep her any longer because he knew perfectly well that it would be useless. He just sighs while thinking that the princess's companion later could prove to be a real problem for his plans. Quite simply because she is far too suspicious and refuses to open up to him as her charming companion did so well. His shadow therefore materializes on the wall with a mocking smile, for the moment Alastor seems willing to ignore it. Until the latter spoke, because the latter does not seem to appreciate being ignored like this by her master. Yes, these things have a certain ego “-I could make it disappear quickly and without any problem, all I need is a word from you” *Throws the infernal creature* -And thus place suspicion on my person? Great god no thank you, everything in its time my friend you may have been able to read my mind but you should have understood that it was still too early to try anything on this poor, highly unpleasant creature * replies the big deer * The shadow seems a little skeptical but decides not to contradict its master too much and then disappears. Alastor seems relieved that the creature is quite docile. He didn't want the conversation to be heard by a few clumsy ears. It would still be unfortunate to silence these sources of distraction
because he lacked vigilance it would be a real shame. And yet he didn't even take into account the presence of the king of hell in the hotel, even if he doesn't scare him he knows very well that he will never be a match for him. He arrives at the door of his radio tower, however he discovers the princess standing with her back to him in front of the door. Charlie made funny gestures with his arms at his face, he said nothing then the last one turned around to face him, her eyes bathed in tears. At this vision the big deer suddenly stops  “BADUUUM BADUUUUUUUM “
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frenchlitclub · 2 months ago
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vocabulaire de lecture: Trois oboles pour Charon, (chapitre 1, 2e partie)
guéable: Qui peut être traversé à gué, c'est-à-dire à pied ou en véhicule par une rivière peu profonde. = when a place divided by a body of water is still walkable or driveable to cross it peu ou prou: Environ, approximativement = about/approximately un gué: Lieu où il est possible de traverser un cours d'eau à pied ou en véhicule. = place where you can cross a stream on foot or with a car la baugue: Masse de végétaux marins accumulés sur le littoral méditerranéen par l'action des courants. = mass of sea plants brought by the currents to mediterranean shores nimbée: Cerner d'une auréole lumineuse ou symbolique. = encircled with a halo hardes trempées: vieux habits très usés = soaked rags/old clothes gourds: engourdi = numb sépulcral: lié aux tombes = sepulchral (related to tombs) tertre: monticule de terre/lieu destiné aux enterrements = small hill/burial mound tumulus: monument funéraire sous la forme d'un monticule de terre (petite colline) burial mound sarments: rameaux de vigne = vine shoot hallali: cri de chasse/mise à more lors d'une chasse = the kill or scream of the hunters after a kill se mirer: se regarder/refléter = to mirror/look at your reflection la cur��e: moment où l'on nourrit les chiens lors d'une chasse = feeding time for hunting dogs rapineurs: voleurs = thieves chenu: blanchi par l'âge = white with age râblé: costaud = sturdy/well-built
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mailamoon · 11 months ago
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Fanarts : you can find all the fanarts I did with the #my art on my Tumblr. Enjoy!
Fanfictions :
English
In this post I will put all the links to my fanfictions.
Some of them are for a +18 audience.
For now I write only on One Piece and my fanfictions are mainly focused on Sanji and Zoro.
Zosan or Sanzo (I warn you, if you can't stand a top Sanji there are few of my work you will dislike !).
My texts are mainly in french ( I know that some people don't let that kind of things hold them back to read it anyway with the help of an online traductor).
You can find one fanfic in english under the cut, "don't be so shy", an hot Zosan smutty text.
Français
Dans ce post je vais rassembler tous les liens de mes fanfictions.
Certaines ne sont pas pour les mineurs.
Pour l'instant je n'écris que sur One Piece et mes fanfictions sont centrées principalement sur Sanji et Zoro.
C'est du Zosan ou Sanzo (je préfère prévenir les personnes qui ne supportent pas un top Sanji, certains de mes textes risquent de heurter leur sensibilité !)
Voodoo People
Rating : mature
Registre : humour/suggestif
Pairing : Sanzo (top Sanji - suggéré)
Chapitres : 5 (finished)
Langage : français
Words : 17 338
The Straw Hat crew came to a desert Island. At least, it seems desert... But after an hike in the jungle, Luffy, Nami, Robin and Sanji began to act strangely.
L'équipage arrive sur une île qui paraît déserte. Mais après une virée dans la jungle, Luffy, Nami, Robin et Sanji commencent à se comporter bizarrement.
Don't be so shy
Rating : Explicit (+18)
Registre : smut/passion/love
Pairing : Zosan (top Zoro)
Chapitre : 1 (one shot)
Langage : français
Words : 6 679
Sur une île hivernale Zoro se perd dans la montagne. Sanji le retrouve mais une avalanche les oblige à passer la nuit dans un refuge. Près du feu la température augmente rapidement entre les deux hommes.
Don't be so shy (english)
Rating : Explicit (+18)
Registre : smut/passion/love
Pairing : Zosan (top Zoro)
Chapitre : 1 (one shot)
Langage : français
Words : 6 530
"Zoro beheld the cook above him. He was now straddling Zoro, shirt open and revealing his slim and beautifully muscular chest. With his chin held high and his eyes harboring a firestorm, it was a sight the swordsman would never forget."
On a winter Island, Zoro gets lost in the mountains. When Sanji goes to find him, an avalanche traps them in a mountain refuge.
Near the fire, the temperature increases quickly between the two men.
Vague à l'âme
Rating : teen and up
Registre : angst/fluff
Chapitre : 1 (one shot)
Langage : français
Words : 4 111
After WCI and Wano, the crew make an halt on an Island where a fun fair takes place. But Sanji feels overhelmed by everything happened to him lately. He went away and get drunk. Zoro find him.
Après WCI et Wano, l'équipage fait une halte sur une île où se tient une fête foraine. Mais Sanji se sent accablé par tout ce qui lui est arrivé dernièrement. Il s'éloigne des autres et se saoule. Il est retrouvé par Zoro.
Umami
Rating : Explicit (+18)
Registre : smut/passion/love
Pairing : Sanzo (top Sanji)
Chapitre : 1 (one shot)
Langage : français
Words : 7 294
Umami is the name of the fifth flavor, the one that makes everything so delicious.
A quiet night on the Sunny, Zoro can't sleep. He decides to take some booze in the kitchen. But Snaji can't sleep either. He is franticaly cooking sweet things to avoid the dark of the night. While watching him, a new appetite rise in Zoro's body, and fortunately for him, Sanji is ready to feed him.
Umami est le nom de la cinquième saveur qui rend tout délicieux.
Une nuit tranquille sur le Sunny, Zoro n'arrive pas à trouver le sommeil. Il décide d'aller chercher quelque chose à boire dans la cuisine. Mais Sanji non plus n'arrive pas à dormir. Il cuisine frénétiquement des desserts pour occuper les heures sombres de la nuit. En le regardant, Zoro sent un nouvel appétit monter en lui. Heureusement pour lui, Sanji est prêt à le satisfaire.
Making Christmas
Rating : teen and up
Registre : fluff/love/humour
Pairing : Zoro x Sanji + minor Nami x Vivi
Chapitre : 1/2
Langage : français
Words : 4 971
On a winter Island, the crew help a woman to prepare Christmas after a storm cut her and her girlfriend from the village at the other side of the mountain. Broken ribs forced Zoro to stay near his lover, Sanji.
(an english version is here on Tumblr -link below-. I need to work a little more on the traduction before releasing a neat english version on AO3)
Sur une île hivernale l'équipage aide une femme à préparer Noël après qu'une tempête l'ait coupé elle et sa petite amie du village de l'autre côté de la montagne. Des côtes cassées obligent Zoro à rester près de son amoureux, Sanji.
Bulles de pensées
Rating : General audience
Registre : hurt/comfort, fluff, love
Pairing : Zoro x Sanji
Chapitre : 1 (one shot)
Langage : français
Words : 3 038
Parfois, pendant cette course effrénée au One Piece, les émotions de Zoro deviennent trop intenses. Le destin qu'il a choisit le mène sur un chemin impitoyable, exigeant de lui qu'il soit infaillible.
Alors quand Sanji est blessé dans une bataille, la culpabilité envahit Zoro, amenant avec elle tout un tas de sentiments qu'il a du mal à définir.
Sanji le rejoint dans la salle de bain pour tenter d'apaiser les émotions qui assombrissent son compagnon d'équipage.
Battu par la tempête
Rating : explicit/violence/rape
Registre : violence, angst, smut
Pairing : Zoro x Sanji
Chapitre : 4/5
Langage : français
Words : 8 407
Le sexe dans ces conditions avait une saveur particulière. Avant que l’excitation du combat ne retombe et que le corps se rappelle de l’effort, de la fatigue et des blessures. Quand leurs peaux étaient encore brûlantes et que leurs membres fourmillaient encore de l’excitation du corps à corps.
Zoro et Sanji ont l'habitude de baiser ensemble à chaque fois qu'ils le peuvent après un combat.
Alors qu'ils sont engagés dans un furieux corps à corps, Sanji sent quelque chose changer en lui.
La science de Germa s'active au plus mauvais moment possible.
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shsenhaji · 10 months ago
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Les Misérables - Tome 1: Fantine; Livre 1: Un Juste; Chapitre 1: Monsieur Myriel)
After finally reading - and actually finishing - Les Misérables in 2023, thanks to Les Mis Letters, I've decided to jump right in again! I told myself I'd read it in French this time, since my French is pretty good and I've already read the book once.
However, not only will I attempt Les Mis Letters in French this 2024, I've decided to go for the audiobook!
Due to unfortunate formatting regarding the audiobook, and being so engrossed in the story that I forgot the Preface was not actually that long, I accidentally went straight into the first chapter yesterday! I decided to accept this as a sign, and finished the chapter, which means I didn't listen to Les Mis today (I'm trying to go for one chapter a day... we'll see how it goes...)
In part because of the narrator's skill, and in part due to my knowledge of the book still very fresh in my mind, I found it easier to follow than I'd feared. There were a sentences I wasn't quite sure of, but I also feel that I was able to gain a greater and deeper understanding of the first chapter than this time last year. Specifically, M. Myriel's backstory hit different, and the interaction between him and Napoleon. As well, I noticed how - as many others have pointed out - the way the village responds to him at first and then later in his tenure really sets the stage for the book's main themes, as embodied by Jean Valjean's entire character and arc especially.
Final thoughts on 1.1.1: My main goal this year, apart from being able to say that I've read Les Mis in its truest original glory, is to be more active in the Les Mis Letters community.
After the first week or so last year, I wasn't much on the Discord, and I only read the very amazing analyses and thoughts and metas of others.
Can't promise I'll add much of my own insight into the book's nuances, but it would be nice to regularly post my reactions and thoughts about the day's chapter.
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solartale-official-en · 10 days ago
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SolarTale Arc - Chapitre 2 : The scientist
After a good night's sleep, Chara wakes up after Flowey lightly shakes her with a vine coming out of her pot. The place already visited from top to bottom the day before, they have nothing more to do here and they decide to leave the house through the basement where Flowey is aware of the passage to the rest of the underground. Arriving at the stairs and after going down the steps to walk in the long corridor, Chara begins to be worried by the length of the path which seemed to lead to nothing.
Chara : Um Flowey ? Do you really know where we're going ?
Flowey, still transported by Chara in his pot, assured :
Flowey : Of course, this place is made of magic so everything is beyond logic, you'll see that soon enough.
Chara trusts Flowey's words and continues down the path a little faster. Once the long path is finished, a huge door stands in the way of the two characters but as they open it, bones fall on them which are received by vines, those of Flowey. A shadow was behind them and spoke in a threatening tone.
? : So what do we have here ? Flowey, you could have warned me about the new arrival.
It was a rather deep voice and the appearance of this person was strange to Chara, it was a skeleton, quite small, who wore a wide smile. Flowey retorts angrily.
Flowey : Without! What's wrong with you? Is it for your dubious experiments again?
Sans: Maybe so. It's rare for a human to fall here, I have to test it.
Flowey knows very well the difference in level between him and Sans, he does not want the human to be in danger and therefore takes an initiative. He whispers to Chara.
Flowey : Listen to me carefully, the three of you run without stopping through the door.
Flowey brings out several thick vines that block Sans' view and then others that open the door in front of Chara.
Flowey: 1.. 2.. 3.. Run !
Chara rushes at full speed without turning around leaving Flowey behind her, which depresses her a little, her vision is limited given the speed at which she runs. After a few minutes of frantic running, she ends up tripping and falling in the snow letting her finally see her surroundings, a forest full of many trees as well as snow as far as the eye can see, then she falls unconscious due to the cold and the exhaustion.
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boobo13cambridge · 2 years ago
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Release Schedule: Cliché? Most definitely. | Kylian Mbappé 
Hello, lovelies! As you could probably tell, I'm an organization freak (pretty sure I have a schedule kink at this point lmao).
Anywayyysss, I wanted to post a release schedule of the first five chapters (don't worry your pretty little heads I promise you it's going to be longer than just five measly chapters) so you guys have an idea of when to expect them.
Also, it helps me be organized so I don't forget to write them lol.
P.S. I definitely recommend listening to Love Story by Indila (as you could probably tell I used the lyrics as chapter titles. cliché I know ;) sorry bad pun lol )
Chapitre Un. Rien autour n'a de sens
April 30, 2023
Aamira almost misses her flight and deals with the chaos of moving into her apartment in Paris.
Kylian walks off injured from the pitch after missing two penalties and faces a daunting realization; his mind and body were just as crushed as his spirit.
Chapitre Deux. Et l'air est lourd
May 1, 2023
Aamira settles in the new city and pays a visit to her graduate supervisor to discuss her research. 
Kylian’s family spends the day with him as their concern for his well-being grows every day. Unfortunately for them, Kylian isn’t very open to their suggestions. 
Chapitre Trois. Il est seul et lui parle souvent
May 6, 2023
Aamira gets a call from her boss back home which dampens her already dark mood. 
Kylian can’t stand staying at home alone with his thoughts. He goes for a walk and bumps into a woman who seemed as broken as him. 
Chapitre Quatre. Il la voit partout
May 11, 2023
Aamira can’t seem to forget that encounter with the footballer who seemed to read her soul.
Kylian reflects back on the conversation with the pretty stranger and his mind refuses to part from her.  
Chapitre Cinq. Il l'attend debout
May 16, 2023
Aamira stays late to work on her thesis when she gets a call from an unknown number.
It’s the night before the game against Bayern and Kylian feels like the world is closing in on him.
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toxic0ed0sh · 1 year ago
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The films and series that I watch being depressed and for me tw
In autumn and in winter
-euphoria (💊🥃🟣 BPD, Bipolar dissorder, anxiété, trauma )
-skins (💉💊🥃🚬 BPD,Bipolar, TCA, Dépression, autisme )
-Ahs (💊🥃🪒🟣, dépression,BPD, PTSD, Bipolar, Dépression, Su*cide)
-Shameless (💊🥃🟣, AB*se, Bipolar dissorder, BPD)
-Ça chapitre 1 (trauma and abuse)
-christiana f (💉💊🥃, pr*stitut*on)
-Trainspotting (💉💊, Dépression)
-Thirteen (💊🥃🍄, Dépression,BPD and Bipolar dissorder)
-13 reasons why (🟣💊🥃 dépression, su*cide, PTSD)
-After life (dépression,su*cide, 🚬)
-queen gambit (autisme, 💊🥃)
-Requiem for a dream (💉💊)
-Black Swan (schizophrénia or psychosis, OCD, TCA)
-Perfect blue
-Prozac nation (BPD,su*cide,depression)
-girl interrumped (BPD,OCD,trauma, HP, sociopath dissorder)
-Pulp fiction (💊💉)
-Eternal sun shine (Dépression, BPD)
-Lolita (ab*se)(Spring or summer)
-Speak (🟣 PTSD, depression)
-Virgin suicide (dépression and su*cide) (Spring or summer)
-Beautiful boy (💉💊 dépression)
-Good will hunting (attachlent dissorder, trauma)
-Shutter Island (Schizophrénia ?, trauma, delusional dissorder, HP)
-Bojack horseman (🥃,💊💉🟣, child star, AB*se, dépression, trouble, BPD)
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racout · 1 year ago
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The Drac of Beaucaire
Note: I'm an English learner and I wrote this text to practise my written English. If you want to give me feedback about my English, please go ahead!
I mentioned yesterday a creature called the drac.
The drac exists in several french tales and legends, especially in Occitania and western Auvergne-Rhône-Alpes. It is most often an incarnation of the Devil, which takes the form of all sorts of creatures, objects, and people. But it seems unable to become a needle as it doesn't know how to pierce its head.
There are plenty of dracs in France, and the one I want to talk about lives in the Rhône, near the commune of Beaucaire. Gervase of Tilbury was the first one to write about the creature in his encyclopaedia Recreation for an Emperor (Otia imperialia), in the early 13th century. He portrays a dragon living in the Rhône. It is said that the drac lives in a palace deep in the river. With golden objects, it attracts people to the river and takes them. It especially targets breastfeeding women so they can feed its own children.
There are different versions of this story. One of my favourite was told by Paul Sébillot in Le Folklore de la France : La mer et les eaux douces (The Folklore of France: Sea and freshwaters). Here is a synopsis:
A woman from Beaucaire was cleaning her laundry in the Rhône when she noticed a wooden bowl floating on water. She was intrigued and tried to grab it, but it moved away. She wanted to go closer, but the more she tried to approach it, the further it was. When she reached a deep area of the river, the drac caught her and took her into the depth. It brought her to its place and tasked her to feed its child. She has been its prisoner for years. One day, she was given a cake with snake flesh. While eating it, she touched her eye with her greasy hands and noticed that she could see distinctly under water. It finally let her go seven years after snatching her. She went back to Beaucaire and explained to startled inhabitants what had happened to her. She told them the drac fed on human flesh, and, sometimes, it took human form to hide among them. One day, she met another drac. It had taken human form, but she recognised it with her power. The drac knew how she saw him, and touched her eye to remove her ability.
The drac of Beaucaire is just one of the many legends and tales about this creature. There is a story where it becomes a ball of string to trick a woman. In another tale, it is a mare or a donkey, of which body grows longer as more people mount it. Or a story where it is the master of the ocean.
Sources below
PERBOSC Antonin. Mythologie populaire : le Drac, l'Étouffe-vieille et le Matagot d’après les traditions occitanes. Revue de Folklore français et de folklore colonial, 1941, t. XII, n°1, p. 1-18.
URL (PDF)
SÉBILLOT Paul. Chapitre IV : les rivières, Partie 2 : Habitants et hantises des rivières. In: Le Folklore de la France. La mer et les eaux douces. Paris, France: E. Guilmoto, 1905, p. 339-361.
URL (Gallica)
DELMAS Marie-Charlotte. Drac. In: Dictionnaire de la France Merveilleuse. Paris, France: Omnibus, 2017, p. 186-191.
BLADÉ Jean-François. Le drac. In: Contes de la Gascogne. Paris, France: Calmann Lévy, 1895, p 193-207.
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completeoveranalysis · 8 months ago
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Chapitre 209 - The Demon King and The Puppet
Get in losers we’re going to Outo!
We’re back in the sequence of revisiting family bonding moments in the previous arcs, and to my surprise and great delight this one isn’t a Syaoran and Sakura one but Syaoran and Kurogane! I thought these were a recap montage of the Syaoran/Sakura relationship over the journey, but maybe it’s a recap of Syaoran himself? Our son the clone Syaoran and all the nice moments he’s had on over the arcs we spent together? 
And why would they do that unless they wanted us to hurt us very badly with it? 
They’re either being very sentimental or someone might die, so time to turn up the Suspicion dial for the survivability of all our characters!
Either way, the splash text reads: In order to avoid losing everything, I wanted to become strong, like that person…
IN WHICH WE HAVE A CLEAR THROUGH-LINE BETWEEN KUROGANE AND SYAORAN? BOTH GAINING STRENGTH FOR THE SAME REASON? AND IT GOING OUT OF CONTROL FOR BOTH OF THEM?
For Kurogane his trauma led him down a path of increasing violence where he didn’t value life as much and just wanted to kill people to get stronger. For Syaoran his soul broke so he was forced to follow his clone programming and killed presumably WAY MORE people than even Kurogane could ever have dreamed of, leaving countless worlds devastated in the name of “protecting Sakura” and retrieving the feathers. 
Dark parallels dark parallels!
But eventual misuse of power besides, the splash text sounds like it’s from Syaoran’s POV as he remembers admiring Kurogane’s strength and how he wanted to protect people like Kurogane does. And it’s the past tense that makes it so interesting - as if his soul is awake after all, and he’s thinking back on his memories with the Tsubasa family through this final confrontation. 
Which is only fanning my hopes that he’s planning a ruse and whispered to Lava Lamp to play along. And even more tragic that to sell the ruse he had to MASSIVELY STAB Lava Lamp, absolutely wreck Fai and Kurogane until they were too injured to stand, and kill countless clones. 
So, like. A convincing ruse to say the least!
And we haven’t even talked about the image! Kurogane and Syaoran back to back in Outo! Kurogane holding his sword and Syaoran mirroring his pose but holding wet clothing instead! The matching white top and black pants of their different outfits! Kurogane smiling as he explains and Syaoran listening attentively!
While they stand under a Sakura tree. 
Which (like in the Hanshin cover) is an accurate detail to the setting they were in! The park this training took place in had a Sakura tree in it, but here a branch of the tree is visibly cutting them off from each other. Which makes me want to scream in how appropriate that is - because even here, in Syaoran’s memory, the presence of ‘Sakura’ (and the clone programming that makes him focus on the feathers) is cutting him off from the connection he remembers forming. Despite their bond the Sakura tree is in his way from actually reaching Kurogane - just like his missing soul would have wrenched any feelings for his family away from him, and here in the final battle his need to follow Evil Wolverine’s orders keeps him from even speaking to his family, even if he DOES remember their bond. 
WHICH IT SEEMS LIKE HE MIGHT. 
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lamangasserie · 2 years ago
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Salve de tomes 1: épisode 3
Seulement trois mois se sont écoulés depuis mon dernier article de tomes 1. Entre temps, j’ai enfin pu lire le tome 2 de Kageki Shojo, continuer les lectures du Requiem du Roi des Roses ainsi que de Ton visage au clair de lune, et même terminer Kids on the Slope (qui était génial !). J’ai consacré la fin de l’année 2022 à ce dernier, à Nakamura Asumiko dont j’ai relu All About J et Inheritance of Aroma puis, enfin, à la tannée qu’a été Vampires d’Osamu Tezuka. Depuis le début de cette année, je n’ai pas énormément lu. Je me suis plongée à corps perdu dans la huitième partie de JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: Jojolion. J’ai aussi eu une fringale de BL donc j’en ai profité pour découvrir le travail de Scarlet Beriko dont je recommande vivement Jealousy ! J’ai aussi commencé Gals! (Mihona Fujii) que je prends le temps de lire tant c’est une lecture qui me fait chaud au cœur ! J’avoue m’être aussi investie dans le webtoon, en continuant Rumor Has It (sungA) à raison d’un chapitre par jour et en commençant le dernier titre de Soonkki, After School Lessons for Unripe Apples. Toujours est-il que trop de Jojo tuant le Jojo, je me suis dit qu’il était temps que je m’attaque un peu à ma pile à lire qui ne fait que de grandir. Ainsi, j’ai entamé la lecture de plusieurs mangas… Shôjo, josei, shônen, seinen, tout y passe !
Le premier manga à être passé entre mes mains est Yasha d’Akimi Yoshida. Pré-publié dans le magazine shôjo Betsucomi, le manga est disponible en France aux éditions Panini à 16,99€. Sei Arisue est un petit gar��on, il vit paisiblement sur l’île d’Okinawa auprès de sa mère et de son meilleur ami, Toichi Nagae. Enfant aux capacités extraordinaires, il se retrouve kidnappé par un mystérieux groupe. Six années après, on retrouve Sei aux États-Unis, scientifique accompli travaillant pour le groupe pharmaceutique Neo Genesis.
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Akimi Yoshida ne fait pas vraiment partie de mes mangakas fétiches. Pourtant, quel plaisir ça a été de la retrouver avec Yasha ! La comparaison avec Banana Fish est inévitable: l’ambiance et les personnages sont similaires et la maestria de narration de la mangaka reste la même d’un manga d’action à un autre. Pourtant, j’ai trouvé à Yasha suffisamment de points de divergence dans l’histoire avec Banana Fish pour que le titre ne souffre pas de cette comparaison. C’est un nouveau contexte, et les ramifications de l’histoire sont différentes. Évidemment, j’ai aimé les passages d’action ! Tout d’un coup la tension monte grâce à un jeu de trames redoutable, et le manga bascule dans l’action d’une page à l’autre. Akimi Yoshida vient casser les angles droits de ses cases rigoureusement rectangulaires, amenant ainsi du mouvement, et n’hésite pas à mettre la dose de lignes de vitesse pour nous embarquer au cœur de l’action ! Ce type de découpage a beau être le fondement d’un passage d’action, il n’en demeure pas moins super efficace. La mangaka utilise très justement, avec un certain équilibre, chaque élément pour que ces passages convoquent le sentiment d’importance lié aux situations au sein de l’histoire. Je ne saurai mettre exactement le doigt dessus, mais il y a quelque chose de redoutablement percutant chez Akimi Yoshida. De plus, les personnages de Yasha, et particulièrement les jumeaux (car c’est une histoire de jumeaux !) ont quelque chose de très fascinant. À chaque fois qu’on pense être proche de Sei, dans les moments comiques notamment, il nous échappe. Je crois que cet aspect, avec un personnage principal insaisissable et grandement fascinant, participe au plaisir que j’ai ressenti en retrouvant Akimi Yoshida avec Yasha. Au fil des pages, les mystères entourant Sei s’épaississent, l’histoire nous échappe. Il me tarde de lire la suite pour découvrir jusqu’où Akimi Yoshimi m’emmènera avec Yasha !
Le second manga de la liste est Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun d’AidaIro. Étiquetté shônen par l’éditeur français Pika, le manga est en cours de publication au sein du magazine à la cible éditoriale mixte: G-Fantasy. Le manga est disponible dans toute bonne librairie pour un prix de 7,70€. Nene Yashiro a un crush… à sens unique. Désespérée, elle décide de s’en remettre à la légende de Hanako, un esprit qui hanterait les toilettes de l’école. Cependant, tout vœu formulé auprès de Hanako a un prix… Nene se retrouve à devenir l’assistante de Hanako ! Ainsi débutent les aventures d’Hanako et de son assistante Nene au sein de l’école Kamome !
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Est-ce que vous vous attendiez à un avis sur Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun de ma part ? Moi non ! Mais de nombreux passages en librairies m’ont rendue curieuse ! Je trouve chacune des couvertures de ce manga superbes. J’aime beaucoup l’ambiance mystérieuse et fantasque qui se dégage de ces illustrations. Je trouve aussi le travail de AidaIro autour de la couleur très beau, que ce soit dans le rendu de la technique et des outils employés que dans la palette choisie pour chaque tome. Mais ai-je bien fait de me fier aux couvertures ? Eh bien, je dis que oui ! J’ai été ensorcelée par ce premier tome ! Je suis complètement sous le charme du dessin de l’auteur et de l’univers qu’il a réussi à développer. Fourmillant de détails, je suis retrouvée totalement immergée dans cet univers cabalistique fait d’esprits, de fantômes et de légendes urbaines japonaises. De plus, le style moe, accompagné de la souplesse du trait, fait de Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun un manga aux graphismes irrésistibles. Je suis aussi très charmée par le côté épisodique du manga, chaque chapitre est comme une nouvelle aventure à la découverte d’un nouvel esprit. Un fil rouge commence aussi à se mettre en place, notamment autour des origines de Hanako-kun et de l’apparition du personnage de Minamoto qui s’ajoute au duo formé par l’esprit et Nene. À l’image d’un Détective Conan, c’est un manga qui peut durer très longtemps grâce à son côté épisodique, et dont le fil rouge ne viendra tisser la toile de fond que de manière très sporadique. Seuls les tomes suivants me le diront !
Le troisième manga de cette salve de tomes 1 est Entre les lignes de Tomoko Yamashita. Pré-publié dans l’excellant magazine Feel Young, Entre les lignes est publié en France par les éditions Kana et est disponible au prix de 7,55€. Le manga commence avec le personnage adolescent d’Asa qui, après avoir perdu ses parents dans un tragique accident de voiture, emménage chez sa tante écrivaine Makio. Les deux, parentes mais distantes, vont devoir apprendre à vivre ensemble.
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Enfin ! Après tout mon cercle Twitter, je me lance dans Entre les lignes ! Je ne sais pas si je peux dire que j’ai aimé ce premier tome, si je le prends simplement comme un tome isolé des suivants. Cependant, il m’a donné envie d’en apprendre plus sur Asa et Makio. C’est un premier tome qui pose les bases, qui nous indique les problématiques qui se noueront ou se dénoueront dans les tomes suivants. Tout de suite, on en apprend beaucoup: le mystère autour de la relation d’Asa avec ses parents, la mésentente entre Makio et sa sœur, ou encore, le travail et les relations extérieures de Makio. Bien sûr, aussi, le cœur de l’histoire: les liens à nouer entre Asa et Makio, comment elles vont cohabiter et comment leurs individualités vont s’entrechoquer. J’ai trouvé ingénieux de faire ces premiers chapitres en deux temps. Le tout premier chapitre est un chapitre qui se passe au présent, puis les suivants, jusqu’à la fin du tome, sont un flash-back de l’arrivée d’Asa chez sa tante. Ce sont ces deux temps qui me rendent curieuse vis à vis de la suite, que s’est-il passé entre le premier chapitre, où Asa est en terminale, et le reste, où elle est en 3ème ? Graphiquement, on retrouve bien le côté minimaliste de Tomoko Yamashita. La mangaka utilise aussi des techniques classiques de ce genre de récit centré sur les relations sociales: le fond noir pour les souvenirs, et beaucoup de jeux de regards entre les personnages. La mangaka utilise aussi de manière brillante la métaphore du désert pour le vide intérieur ressenti par Asa. « C’est sûrement la solitude. » dit Makio. Dans ces moments de vide, Asa n’est même plus dans le lieu présent, elle est dans le désert de son être. Plutôt qu’être une lecture qui m’aura passionné, le premier tome d’Entre les lignes m’a laissé un sentiment de grande curiosité. Que se passera-t-il pour Asa et Makio, qu’on t-elles au fond d’elles ? Comment est-ce que leur relation va évoluer ? Si je suis curieuse de connaître la suite, je pense que c’est un manga que je ne lirai qu’avec parcimonie, afin d’en profiter au maximum.
Le quatrième manga à m’être passé entre les mains est Mon Petit ami Genderless de Tamekou. Lui aussi pré-publié dans le magazine Feel Young, il est publié dans nos contrées par les éditions Akata, et est disponible pour un prix de 8,05€. Wako est une jeune femme travaillant pour une maison d’édition. Son petit ami, Meguru, est un homme genderless travaillant dans une boutique de vêtement, et est très populaire sur les réseaux sociaux. Couple hétéro défiant les conventions, on suit leurs aventures au quotidien. Avant d’aller plus loin, il convient de dire que genderless, ici, ne veut pas dire non-binaire, mais se réfère davantage à un style vestimentaire défiant la règle des vêtements genré.
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Intéressée par la mode, les styles alternatifs, j’avais eu hâte de découvrir Mon Petit ami Genderless ! Puis par manque de moyens, je l’ai laissé filer jusqu’à finalement le trouver en occasion. J’avoue que ce n’est pas plus mal, car j’en suis ressortie assez mitigée. Commençons par le positif ! J’adore le dessin de Tamekou, il est assez fin, pop et acidulé. Malgré l’absence de couleur dans le manga, ce côté acidulé se retrouve notamment dans les trames utilisées par l’auteur: étoiles, cœurs, carreaux, dentelles ou encore pois sont omniprésents. J’ai aussi beaucoup aimé les moments comiques, notamment le malentendu avec la collègue de Wako qui, après avoir croisé cette dernière et son petit ami genderless dans la rue, est persuadée que celle-ci est lesbienne. Ce qui est comique ce n’est pas que Wako soit potentiellement lesbienne, mais qu’elle laisse croire à sa collègue que c’est vrai, alors que tout le monde sait que c’est faux. Globalement, le manga aborde les rôles de genre sous différents angles (comment on doit s’habiller, qui fait quoi à la maison) d’une manière tellement naturelle et légère que c’en est presque imperceptible. Pour ça, Mon Petit ami Genderless est une véritable bouffée d’air frais. Cependant, ce n’est pas un manga qui m’a véritablement intéressée ou fait ressentir quoique ce soit d’excitant. Je n’aime pas vraiment la dynamique du couple principal où on a l’impression que Wako est une fangirl de son propre petit ami. J’ai été déçue de la mode dedans. Pour le peu qu’il y a, j’ai trouvé ça assez moche… Surtout, je crois qu’il manque à Mon Petit ami Genderless une direction vers laquelle aller. Wako et Meguru sont déjà en couple, et tout se passe pour le mieux entre eux. Quoi de plus ? J’ai bien compris que Tamekou avait l’ambition de faire un manga slice of life mignon, qui réchauffe le cœur, mais je ne vois pas dans quelle direction le manga va. Rien n’a su attiser ma curiosité. Pour l’instant, je n’ai pas l’intention de continuer, à voir si j’y repense dans les mois à venir.
Enfin, l’ultime manga de cette liste est Du mouvement de la Terre de UOTO. Pré-publié dans le très bon magazine Big Comic Spirits, le manga est publié en France par les éditions Ki-oon pour un prix de 7,95€. Dans l’Europe du Moyen Âge, Rafal est une jeune garçon prodige, futur théologien, et passionné d’astronomie. Il rencontre Hubert, un hérétique repenti qui va le pousser à se poser une question alors contraire au dogme religieux: où se place la Terre parmi le monde ? Est-elle au centre du monde, comme l’a démontré Ptolémée et comme le voudrait Dieu, ou non ? Au contact de Hubert, la vie de Rafal bascule. Contre tous, il décide de dédier sa vie à la théorie de l’héliocentrisme.
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En bonne fan de récit historique, Du mouvement de la Terre était une des nouveautés que j’attendais le plus cette année, et je ne suis pas déçue ! De prime abord, on pourrait penser que le sujet de l’héliocentrisme est bien vaste, pas franchement intéressant. Pourtant, c’est un sujet que je trouve passionnant, et qui en dit long sur le passé de l’humanité, sur comment l’humanité s’envisageait au sein de l’univers. Malgré le sujet complexe, le manga est tout à fait accessible et ne cherche pas à nous expliquer en détails la théorie de l’héliocentrisme. Plutôt que de choisir un angle rigoureusement historique et scientifique, UOTO s’attache davantage à nous livrer un récit d’aventures. En effet, plus qu’un conflit d’idéologies, c’est une véritable poursuite entre l’Église, représentée par le personnage de Novak l’inquisiteur, et les sciences, représentées par Rafal, qui se dessine. Au niveau graphique, j’ai trouvé ça plutôt chouette. Il y a de très belles pages et de bonnes idées de mise en page. J’ai notamment aimé les pages où l’auteur insiste sur le regard du jeune Rafal, puisqu’après tout, l’astronomie n’est qu’une question d’observation. Je peux tout de même lui reprocher d’être un poil cliché façon « seinen mature se déroulant au Moyen Âge ». On y trouve des moments de violence graphique ou encore des doubles pages d’une extrême puissance soudaine par exemple. Le manga reste dans l’ambiance « Moyen Âge sombre et violent ». UOTO est un auteur encore jeune, et je suis persuadée qu’il emmènera ce récit très haut et très loin. Du mouvement de la Terre promet d’être un récit passionnant, aussi bien dans le fond que dans la forme.
Cet article touche déjà à sa fin ! Mon préféré de la liste est de loin Du mouvement de la Terre. Est-ce vous avez lu ces titres ? Si oui, vous en avez pensé quoi ?? Dites-moi tout sur Twitter ! Vous avez peut-être remarqué, mais j’ai changé le titre de ces articles consacrés aux tomes 1, je ne pouvais plus me voir « …comme s’il en pleuvait ». Pour terminer, merci encore de m’avoir lu jusqu’ici, une nouvelle fois, et on se retrouve sur Twitter, Ko-fi (oubliez de jeter un œil à mon super marque-page !!) et, pourquoi pas sur Anilist. Portez-vous bien, des bisous.
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5. How many wips do you have?  What fandoms/pairings are they for?
Si on ne prend pas en compte les wips de chapitres pour mes deux long fics en cours j'ai 9 wips en cours :
5 wips Kaamelott : un Macrinus/Aconia, une fic sur Dagonet, une fic sur Guethenoc et Roparzh, une Arthur/Venec et une sur Galessin.
4 wips pas sur Kaamelott : une fic Desperate Housewives, deux fic Docteur House et une fic les Misérables.
Et aussi je voudrait réécrire Magia maintenant que j'ai deux ans d'écriture de fanfiction derrière moi j'aimerais bien voir ce que ça pourrait donner. (sans supprimer la version 1 pour voir l'évolution)
13. Do you listen to music while you write?  If yes, what have you been listening to recently?
J'écoute pas de musique mais j'écoute des podcasts et des lectures du Seigneur des Anneaux en v.o. Pour mes podcasts soit je récupère des trucs sur France culture soit celui-ci qui est très chouette pour les fans de la série classique de Doctor Who.
22. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process?  How do you come up with titles?
Je suis une merde en titre. Mais parfois le génie me tombe dessus et j'ai une idée de titre géniale qui me permet de construire ma fic ou parfois c'est l'inverse la construction de ma fic fait qu'un titre me vient. Mais souvent c'est la galère on va pas se mentir.
33. Is there a specific word count that you hold yourself to/enjoy writing the most?
J'aime bien les fics anywhere entre 3k et 4k it's a good number. C'est pas trop longs pour les gens qui veulent me lire et pour moi, qui aime étaler mon écriture on va pas se mentir, c'est bien.
59. Have you participated in any fic events/writing challenges?  If yes, what were they and did you enjoy them?
Oui! Deux fois au fictober (c'était très chouette je le referai l'année prochaine) franchement c'est chouette, il y a plein de listes de prompts à partir desquelles on peut écrire I love it.
75. Is there a particular fic that readers gravitated towards that you didn’t expect?
To answer a child's question : Celle-là. J'oublie toujours que je l'ai écrite et je la trouve franchement pas terrible.
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« The Dust Devil » [Fanfiction in Naruto Universe]
Chapter 1: "Echoes from the Past"
This must have been her eleventh glass of sake that the woman was pouring for herself. She dipped her lips into the drink when a small voice came from the gap in the fusuma sliding doors.
"Okaa-sama, can you read me a story tonight?"
The woman looked up towards the end of the room. Although her vision was slightly blurred from the alcohol, she saw the little girl gently stick her head through the opaque panels. The woman set down her choko, her hand trembling.
"You see I'm busy. Go back to bed."
The little girl lowered her head and left without a word, as quietly as she had appeared. The woman bit the corner of her lower lip, tears welling in her eyes. She picked up her glass and downed it in one gulp.
What an unfit mother she was! How could she subject a child of only four years to her wandering life? Between the pachinko parlors and her nights of drinking, her inability to settle in one place for long, and the endless nighttime walks to evade creditors.
Her pregnancy denial had been such that she gave birth only two months after discovering she was pregnant. Quite the irony for a ninja doctor of her rank... and a woman her age! Although her wish to be a mother had existed, it disappeared the day she lost the man she loved. It thus seemed even more inconceivable that she had a child she didn't desire, with another man despite the certain affection she had for him.
Available on Wattpad : The Dust Devil
In the following versions: 🇫🇷 French (original), 🇬🇧 English, and 🇪🇸 Spanish.
🇫🇷 Chapitre 1 - Les Échos du Passé
🇬🇧 Chapter 1 - Echoes from the Past
🇪🇸 Capítulo 1 - Los Ecos del Pasado
Please forgive any translation mistakes. I sincerely hope you’ll enjoy this story!
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