#foot 2 rue extreme

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there is definitely no active audience for this show anymore

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EXTREME FOOTBALL

gioca ad Extreme football e trovi

sfide nella street

1000 trick

nuovo stile per la Team

5 squadre 5 beat

dai così!

[asvterias]

𝖨𝗍 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝖥𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖣𝗈𝗐𝗇 ~ 𝖢𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝖫𝖺 𝖱𝗎𝖾

part two || chapter playlist (1) & chapter playlist (2) || clarisse masterlist

helping palestine 🇵🇸

warnings: the killing of a monster?, character death, crying, some blood mentions & stabbing (not inflicted against us!)

pairings: (both aged up to 16) clarisse la rue ✘ black!fem!demigod!reader (daughter of poseidon) | younger!brother percy jackson ✘ older!sister!reader

genres: sally & reader’s mom (jessica) are lovers bcs GENUINELY FUCK GABE (hate his ass), reader & grover has a sibling bond, hard cold angst, sad angsty beginning, reader’s mom actually dies 🥲, reader’s emotions control the weather, very sad!reader, kinda depressed!reader, reader in denial, MAJOR character death, reader is kinda a girlboss, kinda!dark!reader x always!clueless!percy, vengeful!reader, reader is OUT for blood (specifically the Minotaur)

summary: secrets are liable to make or break the jackson-matthews family until they result in dangerous situations, nearly escaping from death…well nearly most of them managed a safe recovery.

word count: 2.7k+

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author’s note: i really enjoyed writing this ngl! also i have a faceclaim for reader’s mom, jessica matthews is portrayed by candice patton.

Born from the same father but different mothers, your sibling bond with Percy was unbreakable, certainly unconditional. Your mothers were very close, growing up as best friends from when they were teenagers, accomplishing every achievement together for the sake of you and Percy’s life.

Of course, your moms fell in love, hosting a small spring wedding when you were 10 and Percy was 6 years old.

So when Sally had to move again, your mom didn’t ask questions and instead packed your bags, placing them in the car and driving to the airport. A loving family of four was maintained by dark secrets that cost lives.

With everything going on, with the upbringing of your heritage, both of your mothers went through thick and thin. Developing from friends into lovers hardly changed anything, presumably their love maintained massively for themselves and shared children.

It was a rainy day, you and Percy had just been expelled from Yancy. Nancy bullied your brother so you reacted like how any big sister would and punched her before she flew into the nearby fountain, completely drenched in water. That little defense mechanism got both you and your little brother expelled from Yancy indefinitely as you two took a train back to your parents’ apartment.

You two apologized profusely to your moms, but they remained nonchalant, telling you two to pack a bag because you were visiting your residential cabin.

Something was wrong, extremely wrong and you felt it in your gut as soon as you stepped foot into the unkept cabin. From the moment your mom became sorrowful and honest, retelling the story of how she met your father, you knew something was up. Sadly, you just didn’t know that it’d be life-changing for you both.

Interrupted by rapid knocks on the cabin door made you jump a little in surprise and your mom, Sally, went to open the door. It was Percy’s bestfriend, Grover. He was soaked from the rain and began to blabber on to your moms, incoherently talking about revealing the big secret.

“Grover…” Percy speaks, waringly looking down at his friend’s lower body, or rather the lack thereof. Shockingly enough, his lower body wasn’t one of a human’s but one of the legs of an animal, specifically a goat.

“What?” Grover snapped, turning his head to the siblings, hitting his hoove against the wooden floor.

“Grover, why is there half a goat in your pants?”

“Did your mom fuck a goat or something?” The question had to be asked, but it yet remained to be answered.

Doubled in confusion when Grover, Percy’s best friend was also your satyr protector, dedicating to getting both of you at Camp Half-Blood safely. When your mothers’ actually revealed the truth about your father’s real identity, you were appalled, to say the least. You assumed he was a deadbeat and couldn’t care less about his kids, and you were absolutely right. Only now his identity expanded in further detail, making him out to be a god, one of the most powerful gods there ever was. Therefore making you and Percy, forbidden children in both worlds, are continually being hunted by monsters, who strive to see your demise.

“Do you believe this, Y/N?” Percy turns to you, mouth open in bewilderment.

“Right now, I don’t know what to believe anymore.” You truthfully spoke.

“Did you know I’m 24?” Grover asked you innocently.

You and Percy shared the same shocked expression, “Wait? What?”

Grover winces, staring back at the two adults in the car, “Out of curiosity, what exactly did you tell them?”

“We were getting there!” Your moms shouted simultaneously at Grover.

Grover nods his head, leaning back into the seat.

“Moonlight…listen to me.” your mom looks at you through the mirror as your gaze hesitantly meets hers. “You and Percy are forbidden children, monsters are going to attack you every day, this camp can protect you both.”

“Why can’t you and Sally come with us then?” you bargained with her, tears forming in your eyes. You couldn’t imagine, much less experience your life without your mother and Sally. The same women who nurtured you since you were babies and taught you everything you knew. You refused to give up on them, everything they did was to protect and love you, and now it was your turn.

Sally starts to talk, eyes stuck on the road, “We humans are not allowed there. Only demigods like you two.”

“But we don’t wanna leave you two.” Percy persisted.

“You’re our moms.”

“You’re gonna have to, that Minotaur isn’t gonna stop until he kills both of you.”

All of a sudden, a collision hit the car with enough brute force to send the car off the road and everything went black. It was all so quick, the collision, the swiveling of the car and landing on the side of the road, far from bypassers to rescue.

The rain pattering against the car turned into a heavy rainpour as everyone in the car, hanging upside down with the seat belt anchoring them, remained still, all unconscious.

After a while, the dulling pain in your head sharply woke you up, being the first to recover from the crash. Holding your head in pain as you slowly opened your eyes, feeling the blood trickle from your head, surveying your surroundings as you saw Percy and Grover still unconscious. Quickly unbuckling your seatbelt, you got out of your seat, repeating the same action to your younger brothers.

One by one, you carefully got everyone from the car as they began to wake up. A growl from the distance urges you to move faster as you help your other mom, Sally, get out of the damaged car.

Sally, Percy, and Grover were recovering, standing on their feet, checking for any injuries and your mom was the last one who needed rescuing.

“Mom…” you shake her but her body is motionless as the tears well up in your eyes.

You felt Sally’s arm pushing you back, sending you into Percy’s and Grover’s embrace as you nervously observed.

“Come on, come on, Jess…” Sally murmurs, kneeling down, searching for a pulse. “You gotta survive, we have children together, we can’t lose you right now.”

“Is she okay?” Percy chirps up, deciding to speak for you.

You found everything incomprehensible around you, your senses became deafening and a high-pitched ringing in your head matched the loud heart beating in your chest.

When Sally stayed silent, it only worsened your anxiety, “Mom, is she okay?!” Percy speaks again, adding some base in his voice yet his tone slightly wavers.

“She has a fading pulse…” Sally whispers, sparing a sad glance at you and quickly turning back to Jessica, “It’s decreasing rapidly,”

Dropping to the muddy slippery ground on your knees, tears quickly filling the brim of your eyes, threatening to fall as you moved closer to her.

“Mommy…” you cradle her face into your chest, saddened by her face, eyes closed as blood trickles down her forehead.

“We can revive her, right!” Your voice cracks, whipping your head to Sally, “Tell me we can revive her!”

“Y/N…” Sally sighs deeply, trying to contain her own tears. You turn around, looking down at your mother, resting on your lap, body motionless yet her face looks peaceful.

“No! We- I can save her. We can do heart-to-heart compressions,” you shake your head, starting to do heart-to-heart compressions. “Why isn’t she waking up? Mommy, this isn’t funny anymore now, you have to wake up and help us. Please I can’t do this without you, I can’t do this whole new demigod thing without you.” your voice was dry, as you leaned down, blowing air into her mouth, hoping for a miracle to occur.

You didn’t truly believe in miracles, but for your mother, you’d start believing it. Right now, you would do whatever it took to bring her back even if it meant wishing on the impossible.

“We didn’t do plenty of things yet, I wanted you and Sally to meet my first girlfriend, attend my graduation, be there when I move out and eventually get married, and get grandkids from Percy because we both know I’m not going through that torture.”

Your senses became intensely heightened, catching onto Grover’s whisper to Sally, ignoring him as you spoke up.

“I refuse to leave her alone, she isn’t dead, just having some problems waking up and getting a pulse back.” You were in extreme denial, “Come on, mum, you focus on her face, giving her air and I’ll do her chest,” you beckoned Sally forward.

“Sweetheart…she’s already….gone.”

“She’s my mom and Percy’s mom, your wife. She wasn’t supposed to die this early. If all you’re gonna do is stand there and be useless, don’t bother talking to me.” It wasn’t intentional to snap at your other mom, but your emotions were driving you crazy and brazen.

“You’re the sun to my moon, Mommy, I can’t shine when you’re not there with me.” You sobbed. Despite being physically exhausted, you weren’t giving up on trying to revive your mom, she would have never given up on you so you would stop trying until you had something, anything; a pulse, a gasp, her eyes shooting up. “Remember…” You weakly asked, holding onto the moon-shaped necklace on your neck, staring at your mom’s sun-shaped necklace.

The sky crackled with slight thunder as the rain poured down heavier. Finally understanding the meaning of your nickname, you sobbed desperately until the broken cracks of your voice gave out.

There was no sunshine without her moonlight, always them being in a pair, nothing without the other. Sadly, you lost your sunshine, darkening your moonlight to its deepest depths, harvesting it into something vengeful and heartless. Something that even scared you to a certain extent, like this was another new side flourishing because of the horrible circumstances.

“Hold up, is Y/N doing that?” Percy quietly asks Grover.

You rested your mom on the ground, ignoring the cold rainpour.

“She’s gone…” Sally cries, grabbing your arm and pushing you into her body for a hug. You cried into the hug, tightening your grip as your wails echoed throughout the forest. Maybe this was all a nightmare, where you’d wake up and relax in reality. This was the time that your mom needed to wake you up and reassure you that she was right there, staying with you and protecting you.

Your chest clenched against your rib cage, devastation wracked throughout your entire body as the tears relentlessly spilled out.

“But she- she can’t be gone!” You hiccup, eyes glossing over with fresh tears, feeling another arm snuggle around your side.

“I know, sweetheart. I’m so sorry,” she caressed your face.

“What kind of demigod I am, if I was blessed with all these supernatural powers, can’t even save my Mom from death? What kind of daughter am I to just stand by and watch her own mother die? I don’t want this demigod life anymore, please take it all away if it meant my mother is coming back, to me, to home.”

“Don’t you ever say that again, you did everything you could, your perseverance is one of your strongest qualities that Jessica adored very much. She wouldn’t want you to doubt yourself like this nor would I,” Sally reassures you, resting a thumb on your cheek, “Our beautiful daughter, she’s so proud of you, I want you to know that.”

Your eyes were puffy and red from tears as you listened to your mother’s words of encouragement and reassurance.

Much to your dismay, another loud roar broke the semi-family grievance, reminding them of the harsh reality.

“We have to go now!” Grover hastily urges.

“I’m not leaving my mom here like this,” you point to her figure on the ground.

“We won’t, I promise you, sweetie. I’ll give her a proper burial, but right now we have to go!” Her tone was urgent as she quickly scanned the dark forest with the illumination from the car light.

You hurriedly rushed towards your mother’s still figure on the muddy ground, leaning down.

“Goodbye, Mom,” you whisper hoarsely, kissing her forehead for the last time. You stared down at her neck, gazing at the sunlight necklace she wore and yanked it off, and shoved the meaningful jewelry into your back pocket. Your heart broke again, realizing she can’t respond back, despite being in extreme denial.

Unfortunately, that was the last time you saw your moms, one died in your arms and the other sacrificed herself for her children’s safety.

The pain and suffering became a dangerous mix of anger and hatred directed at the Minotaur.

Grover’s statements fall on deaf ears, partially drowned out by the heavy rainfall. “Y/N and Percy come on, we’re almost there.” you glance at your blonde brother who holds the same expression on his face. You were going to avenge your mothers, and you didn’t care if you died trying. This monster had already taken your worlds away, so you had nobody else to lose.

Grabbing the pen from your pocket, holding it out, and witnessing it transform into a golden sword at will.

The fight with the Minotaur was brutal and intense, alongside the heavy downpour of rain attempted to slow down the intensity of this fight. Despite double-teaming the monster, he resisted surrender, determined to win and kill you both. Surprisingly, you gained the agility to climb onto his back while Percy distracted him.

Somehow, you gained the ultimate advantage with the lighting sword in your hand and stabbed the monster in its eye, ignoring his roar of pain. If anything its pain only further encouraged you to continue.

Too full of adrenaline, you grab his two horns, gripping them and pulling them out with your utmost strength. A new sudden strength you just obtained. Gasping in shock was quickly outlived when your sword slipped out of your hand and dropped onto the muddy ground, disappearing from your eyesight. Stumbling onto his feet, inflicted by the pain, you groaned, gripping the monster by his rough skin as he attempted to shake you off.

“Percy the sword!” You yelled at him. Your brother throws the sword upwards as you catch the weapon.

You stab the monster in the neck, wincing at his loud screeches, but continue to stab his neck. Once the monster was deemed weak enough, you sliced the sword right through his neck, seizing the opportunity of successfully killing it.

This was all this stupid monster’s fault. If it hadn’t chased after you or slammed itself into the car, your mom would be alive. If it didn’t have such a bloodthirst for demigods, Sally, your mum would still be alive. Alive. Alive. Alive. You just wished your moms were alive, to see you mature into such a courageous daughter to avenge their deaths.

Soon enough, the monster staggered on its feet and its body began to disintegrate into black dust before your eyes.

“Y/N!” The voice becomes disoriented as you stumble on the ground, two arms catching you as you faint, everything fading away into a black abyss.

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La Mode nationale, no. 3, 22 janvier 1898, Paris. No. 18. — Groupe de toilettes. Bibliothèque nationale de France

Explication des gravures:

1. Modèle de Mme Louise Piret, 43, rue Richer.

Toilette de bal pour jeune fille en mousseline de soie bleu ciel. Jupe formée de 3 hauts volants plissés bordés chacun d'une guirlande de marguerites. Corsage blouse en mousseline de soie de la même teinte garni d'un volant plissé en pareil, dont la tête forme le bouillonné et est garnie elle-même de marguerites, le pied du volant est garni aussi d'une guirlande de marguerites. Ceinture de satin ivoire.

Ball gown for young girl in sky blue silk muslin. Skirt made up of 3 high pleated flounces, each edged with a garland of daisies. Blouse bodice in silk muslin of the same shade trimmed with a similarly pleated flounce, the head of which forms the bubble and is itself trimmed with daisies, the foot of the flounce is also trimmed with a garland of daisies. Ivory satin belt.

Matériaux: Mousseline de soie, 25 mètres en 120.

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2. Modèle de la Maison Diderot, 1, rue Morlot.

Sotie de bal ou de théâtre en satin broché noir, avec gros pli Watteau derrière et deux gros plis creux devant. Empiècement brodée de jais, avec pluie de jais retombant dans le dos. Grand col Médicis tout brodé de jais. Manches extrêmement larges garnies de mousseline de soie dans le bas.

Ball or theater cloak in black brocaded satin, with large Watteau pleat behind and two large box pleats in front. Yoke embroidered in jet, with rain of jet falling down the back. Large Medici collar all embroidered in jet. Extremely wide sleeves trimmed with chiffon at the bottom.

Matériaux: Soie brochée 15 mètres.

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3. Modèle de Mme Charmaison, 21, avenue de Messine.

Toilette de bal pour jeune femme, en satin broché vert d'eau. Jupe tout plate et unie. Corsage drapé terminé par un bouillonné fermant de côté, et garni d'un haut volant de point à l'aiguille avec tête bouillonnée, dans lequel sont posés des pavots de soie vert d'eau.

Ball gown for a young woman, in water-green brocaded satin. All flat and united skirt. Draped bodice finished with a shirred detail closing on the side, and trimmed with a high needlepoint ruffle with swirl head, in which are placed water-green silk poppies.

Matériaux: Satin broché 13 mètres.

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4. Mod¡ele de Mme Pelletier-Vidal, 19, rue de la Paix.

Toilette de dîner en satin Liberty maïs. Jupe plate sans garniture. Corsage en étoffe semblable, entièrement recouvert de tulle brodé crème et garni de gaze de soie brodée d'or, de paillettes et de cailloux du Rhin. Manches longues en tulle brodé semblable à la garniture du corsage avec volants sur les épaules.

Corn Liberty satin dinner toilet. Flat skirt without trim. Bodice of similar fabric, entirely covered with cream embroidered tulle and trimmed with silk gauze embroidered with gold, sequins and Rhine pebbles. Long sleeves in embroidered tulle similar to the bodice trim with ruffles on the shoulders.

Matériaux: 13 mètres satin, 2 m. 50 tulle.

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5. Modèle de Mme Laurent-Bourget, 45, rue de Richelieu.

Toilette de bal pour jeune fille, en mousseline de soie rose brodée de soie argent. Jupe plate du haut et garnie dans le bas d'un volant de mousseline de soie unie et plissée remontant derrière sur le milieu de la jupe. Corsage blouse tout froncé en mousseline de soie brodée. Une barrette de satin rose forme le décolleté avec 6 roses roses posées de côté. Manches courtes en mousseline unie formant nœuds.

Ball gown for a young girl, in pink silk muslin embroidered with silver silk. Flat skirt at the top and trimmed at the bottom with a flounce of plain, pleated silk muslin rising behind the middle of the skirt. Blouse bodice all gathered in embroidered silk muslin. A pink satin bar forms the neckline with 6 pink roses laid aside. Short sleeves in plain chiffon forming bows.

Matériaux: 15 mètres mousseline brodée, 5 mètres unie.

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6. Modèle de Mme Pelletier-Vidal, 19, rue de la Paix.

Toilette de bal pour jeune femme, en satin duchesse noir. Jupe toute plate entièrement brodée de paillettes de couleur se détachant sur le fond et formant dahlias et fougères sur le côté. Corsage également plat et brodé comme la jupe. Un empiècement de broderie de soie blanche fait le déolleté, et les épaulettes qui retombent sur 5 plis de lingerie formant une petite manche. Ceinture de satin noir.

Ball gown for a young woman, in black duchess satin. Very flat skirt entirely embroidered with colored sequins standing out on the bottom and forming dahlias and ferns on the side. Bodice also flat and embroidered like the skirt. A yoke of white silk embroidery makes the neckline, and the shoulder pads which fall over 5 folds of lingerie forming a small sleeve. Black satin belt.

Matériaux: 15 mètres satin.

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What are the most obscure submissions you've gotten? I have a feeling one of the ones I submitted will be included lol

It's hard to say what is and is not obscure. I had never heard of a lot of the characters submitted. That said, I'd say the three most obscure entries are, in my personal opinion:

High Geologist Shaggy. It's a wildly popular post that has been to many other sites, but it's still a Tumblr post.

Sly from Foot 2 Rue Extrême / Extreme Football. The only wiki (that I could find) is in French.

With the most obscure likely being Cockroach Boy from Nekra Psaria. I don't think this series even HAS a wiki.

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Occult Paris (2-A)

In the spring of 1948, three sisters – Leah, Margaret and Kate Fox, living in a rural town near Rochester in the state of New-York – claimed to have communicated with the dead, thanks to a turning table. People became obsessed with this trio of mediums and their poltergeists, and this was the start of the “spiritism craze”. This passion for communicating with the spirits soon reached Europe – and nor France, nor its capital Paris escaped it. In the upper classes of the capital, or in the “avant-garde milieu”, everybody tried to invoke the souls of the deceased inside tables for a little chat. Turning tables became one of the main entertainments of the time – or rather, a “spiritual sport”. It was the “greatest phenomenon” of the century, for many. But for the Church of France, it was something quite different… To quote the Chevalier Gougenot des Mousseaux, in his “La magie au dix-neuvième siècle” (Magic in the 19th century), “Magic, magnetism, somnambulism, spiritism, hypnotism – they are all but Satanism!”. The situation was taken very seriously by the religious authorities, to the point that the abbot Mautain, vicar of the archdiocese of Paris and doctor in theology, published a text tiled “Avertissement aux Chrétiens sur les tables tournantes”, “Warning for Christians about turning tables”. In it he described his experience seeing one day a basket twist itself “like a snake” and flee by crawling in front of a Gospel. The abbot Chevrojon, vicar of Saint-Roch, rather confessed having to battle against a “possessed stool”. For all the men of God of the time, spiritism was the work of the devil. As for the scientists of the Académie des sciences, it was all just charlatanism. For these rational and rigorist scholars, these tables could only turn through magician tricks, or by the subconscious muscular impulsions of the participants. For them, it was all just collective hallucinations, or autosuggestions.

But despite all the condemnations, despite all the warnings, despite all the debunking, people never stopped being obsessed with spiritism. In 1856, the emperor Napoléon III himself received officially in the Tuileries the Scottish medium Daniel Dunglas Home. During the séance they organized, a tale, several chairs and several furniture pieces started to float, while a host of famous spirits were invoked: Hortense de Beauharnais, Napoléon Ier, Marie-Antoinette, Jean-Jacques Rousseau and Blaise Pascal! But Home wanted to impress his imperial hosts too much, and this was his downfall: he was proven a fake when the Imperial Court went with him to Biarritz. There, “ghost hands” caressed the face of the empress Eugénie – but it was revealed to be the foot of the medium, wearing a glove! As it turns out, Home wasn’t a medium but a talented illusionists and hypnotists. Home was asked to leave France immediately – but despite this disgrace at the highest level of the government, secret societies and occult organizations of all sorts kept flowering and multiplying throughout France: spiritualists, theosophists, martinists, Rosicrucians, kabbalists, gnostics, neo-pagans, luciferians, Satanists… But three men in particular became extremely famous.

1) Allan Kardec

Born in Lyon in 1804, Hippolyte Léon Rivail settled at a very young age in Paris, where he opened a school (35, rue de Sèvres) where he taught based on the modern methods of the Swiss pedagogue Jean-Henry Pestalozzi, himself a fervent follower of Rousseau’s theories. Unfortunately, Rivail’s schools barely hold for a few years before closing – Rivail switched to the writing of manuals of grammar, arithmetic, chemistry and biology. It is when he was writing a chapter about the magnetism of animals that a friend of his told him about his personal “table experience”. Rivail had reached his fifties when he first took part in a séance of turning tables. He soon regularly visited these mediumnic séances – one rue de la Grange-Batelière, another rue Tiquetonne, a third rue de Rochechouart… One medium claimed that Rivail was actually the reincarnation of an old Breton druid by the name of Allan Kardec – and so the former teacher took this pseudonym as his new name. In 1857, the “new” Allan Kardec published the first and the most famous of his books, “Le Livre des Esprits”, The Book of Spirits, that he claims to have written under the command of… spirits! On the first day of April 1858, he creates in his home (8, rue des Martyrs) la Société spirite de Paris (The Spiritualist Society of Paris), and a newspaper by the name of “La Revue spirite” (The Spiritualist Review). Since his apartment becomes too small to welcome his many friends and disciples, Allan Kardec starts hosting reunions at the Palais-Royal, first in the galerie de Valois, than in the galerie Montpensier, and finally at the rue Sainte-Anne. Kardec created a true religion, whose influenced reached all of Europe – and even Brazil! He wrote many, many books: Qu’est-ce que le spiritisme? (What is spiritism?), Instruction pratique sur les manifestations spirites (Pratical instructions about spiritualist manifestations), Le Livre des médiums (The Book of mediums), L’Evangile selon le spiritism (The Spiritism Gospel), Le Ciel et l’Enfer ou La Justice Divine (Heaven and Hell, or the Divin Justice), and finally, La Genèse, les Miracles et les Prédictions selon le spiritisme (The Genesis, the Miracles and the Predictions according to spiritualism). In 1869, Allan Kardec did not die – but rather was “disembodied”, and his empty body buried in the Père-Lachaise cemetery. His grave, in the shape of a dolmen, is still one of the most famous tombstones of the entire cemetery.

2) Éliphas Lévi

Eliphas Lévi was the man who invented in the French language the word “occultisme”, “occultism”. Born Alphonse-Louis Constant in 1810, in the Odéon neighborhood, son of a shoemaker, he soon enters the seminary of Saint-Sulpice and he could have become a priest… if only he could “keep it in his pants”, if you excuse the expression. Young Constant was sent to a young girl’s house to catechize her, only for him to seduce and flirt with her – which officially put an end to his possible priestly career. His mother, who was a very pious woman, was so despaired and heartbroken by this she killed herself. Gifted for drawing, the young Constant started to live and work in artists studios, while enjoying a very lustful and un-chaste life. He notably was the lover of Flora Tristan, a socialist and feminist activist who would later become famous for being the grandmother of Paul Gauguin. Constant then became part of the staff of the collège oratorien de Juilly – and it was during this time that he wrote his first book, La Bible de la liberté (The Bible of freedom).

As soon as it was published, the book was pulled out of libraries, forbidden from being published, and both the author and edtor were summoned in the assize court of Paris for “attack against the public and religious property and moral”. Constant was locked up in the Sainte-Pélagie prison for eleven months, and when he got out he married Marie-Noémie Cadiot, an eighteen year old woman (he was over thirty!). He wrote a pamphlet called “La Voix de la famine” (The Voice of famine), and he was once again condemned to one year of prison. He however only did half of his time in prison – which allowed him to participate in the revolution of February 1848. He was now a wanted man – in fact, a revolutionary who happened to look like him was shot dead rue Saint-Martin! A few years later, in the 120 boulevard du Montparnasse, he wrote the book that truly started his legend: Dogme et rituel de la haute magie (Dogma and ritual of the high magic). To publish this book he took the pseudonym of Éliphas Lévi, which was the Hebraic translation of Alphonse-Louis. In this book, the author created the portrait of a fantastical creature that was then copy-pasted and spread through the press: Baphomet, the so-called idol worshiped by the Templar Knights. Lévi described the creature as having the head of a goat, the breast of a woman, hooves, wings, and a pentagram on the forehead – sitting cross-legged while flames burn over its head. After this first success, Lévi kept producing best-sellers: Histoire de la magie (History of magic), La Clef des grands mystères (The Key of great mysteries), La Science des esprits (The Science of spirits), Le Grand Arcane (The Great Arcana)… Admired by the occultists of his time, he regularly gave tarot readings or chiromancy readings, and he started practicing alchemical experiments. He became friend with Alexandre Dumas, wrote several songs, became a guest in several literary salons, and he even was presented to Victor Hugo throughout the daughter of Théophile Gautier, Judith Gautier. He died in 1875 and was buried in the cemetery of Ivry.

3) Papus

Born in Spain of a French father and Spanish mother, Gérard Encausse was just a child when his parents settled in Montmartre. He had a pretty normal childhood at the Rollin school (today’s Jacques-Decour highschool), where he had already created an esoteric journal and a secret society with other teenagers. Becoming a medicine student, he actually spends most of his time studying divinatory arts, the tarot, the Kabbalah, and the arts of chiromancy, numerology and hypnosis. He takes the pseudonym of “Papus”, the name of a genius doctor of Antiquity. Papus was a “bon vivant”, as we say in France, a man who enjoyed all the pleasures of life and hanged out with the bohème of Montmartre – he notably spent a lot of time in Le Chat noir cabaret. Papus was for a time part of the Theosophical Society created in the United-States by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky, but he soon decided to stay independent and create his own organization. Or rather, re-crate, as he resurrected l’Ordre martiniste (The Martinist Order), inspired by the mage of the 18th century, Martinès de Pasqually. The first Martinist loge was in the 24, rue Pigalle. Papus had a clear sense of hierarchy and of mise en scène: as the leader of the Order, he goes by the title “The Unknown Philosopher”, while his right hands take titles such as “The Unknown Brother”, “The Initiated Brother”, “The Associated Brother”. During their ceremonies, the members of the Order wear a red dress, a black silk mask and Egyptian cloth-strips similar to the one wrapping up mummies, while holding a sword. In its peak, the Order had twenty thousand members spread across Europe, Russia and the United-States.

Papus worked however outside of his personal organization: he also worked to rebuild the ancient brotherhood of the Kabbalistic Rose Cross. In 1889, he participates to the first International Spiritualist Congress, that takes place in Paris, rue Cadet, while also founding the GIEE – the Groupe indépendant d’études ésotériques (The Independent Group of Esoteric Studies), which is opened by a conference at the 44, rue Turbigo, and which gathers all of the spiritualists of Paris. All the disciples participating to this opening conference notably obtain a diploma. The next yar, Papus creates with the poet Lucien Chamuel “la librairie du Merveilleux”, the book-shop of the Marvelous, 29 rue de Trévise. In the back-room, Papus and his friend work on creating their journal “L’Initiation”, that Rome itself blacklisted, their monthly publication L’Union occulte (The Occult Union), as well as their weekly “Le Voile d’Isis” (The Veil of Isis), and various almanacs. It was also in the backroom of the bookshop that you could find the seat of La Faculté libre des sciences hermétiques (The Free Faculty of Hermetic Sciences).

In 1902, Papus and Lucien Chamuel sell the book-shop of the Marvelous to open a new bookshop, this one called “librairie d’Hermétisme” (Bookshop of Hermetism), at the 3 and 5 rue de Savoie – plus an annex rue Séguier. By now, the personal office of the occult master looked like an Egyptian temple: he notably wrote there many of the 160 various texts that were attributed to him. In 1905, the tsar Nicolas II invites him to Saint-Petersburg for a spiritism séance: it was said that during this meeting, the French wizard managed to invoke the ghost of Alexandre III (which, according to the rumors, made Rasputin very jealous). In June of 1908, Papus gathers at Paris the Spiritualist Congress, gathering thirty thousand members from all of Europe – it took place in the salle des Sociétés savants, in the 8th of rue Danton. During the Great War, Papus was named chief-physician paramedic, but he did not survive the war, dying of tuberculosis before the end of the conflict. Some whispered that he might have been cursed by an envious Rasputin…

 Some additional notes, to understand the Papus article:

# Helena Petrovna Blavatsky, born in Russia, founded in New-York in 1875 the Theosophical Society, which soon spread world-wide. Her teachings were a syncretism of Buddhism, Hinduism, Christianism and esoteric thinking. In Paris, the theosophy received its first disciples in 1883. A journal, Le Lotus Bleu (The Blue Lotus) was founded. The seat of the French Theosophical Society was at the 4, square Rapp, in the seventh arrondissement.

# Jacques Martinès de Pasqually, a Portuguese Jew that converted himself to Catholicism, travelled in France in 1750 and founded there the society of the Order of the Mason Knights elected Cohen (Cohen, in Hebrew, meaning “priests”). Louis Claude de Saint-Martin, nicknamed “The Unknown Philosopher”, was his secretary. The Martinist Order, or Martinism, offered to its adepts to become “beings of God” by mixing spirituality and magic.

# The Rose Cross is a secret and mystic brotherhood created by Christian Rosenkreutz in Germany in the 17th century. Very soon, it became a phenomenon in Paris. The Rosicrucian Order preaches justice and truth.

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buckle up it’s not like I went on a similar rant earlier this morning.

He can cook. But Rue, you say, a lot of the vices can cook. Hold on we’re getting there. Cooking is an attractive skill in and of itself so like it puts some of them higher in the running than others (I’m sorry peepaw you’re hot in other ways)

He’s a BAKER. Oh goodie we’re getting specific. So what does this entail? It means this man grew up lugging flour around for his parents so he’s got defined upper chest, back and arm muscles *cough* kneading dough also makes for very defined forearms and this man rolls his sleeves up every chance he gets because he KNOWS. But consider this: he’s got really defined muscles but he has the precision and skill to decorate cakes and tarts and the like. Which means he’s good with his hands yes but ALSO that he has control so this man will be tender and what’s more attractive than a 6 foot hunk with the softest touch? Not much lemme tell you that

3. If we’re gonna talk about his muscles let’s also mention briefly that he played soccer as a kid so his legs are probably really defined too. Okay cool next point

4. his laugh. No okay hear me out, cute laughs are run of the mill in this game but Trey’s laugh is a delight. It’s infectious. I’m not talking about his hot little amused chuckles no I’m talking about when he makes a stupid joke and he laughs at it himself and his voice is wheezy and breathless and he giggles. Six foot. Muscular. Baker man. That giggles. This selling it for anyone??

5. Hes so caring. Like unbelievably caring. This man would treat you so right?? Insane. He notices when Cater asked him to buy spices while they were at the scalding sands and recognizes that as a hint for him to make something spicy for him. He encourages Riddle to find other ways to help his dorm members that doesn’t involve cramming 300 pages of work down their throats. He sews his little siblings’ Halloween costumes even though he’s not great at sewing. He’s just such a caring guy

6. okay but like a man can’t be too nice so while hes caring hes also a devious little shit. The fact that he got so offended but presented an extremely neutral face and calmly threw every one of his little shit underclassmen under the bus without remorse or letting up the act ONCE is actually so hot of him. He’s not the type to get mad easily but when he does it’s so passive aggressive it’s kinda insane. Or that time he wished for a stand mixer and then ended up wheedling Riddle into using the dorm budget to get a stand mixer. Like he’s got a sweet vibe but don’t let that fool you for a second this man has goals and if he can subtly nudge people in the direction he wants he will. Good for you, king.

7. protective. I know this event isn’t in en yet but the entirety of Vargas camp 2 fucked with me so bad. There was so much angry protective Trey in it my hands were shaking. This kinda ties into the caring part but he’s not the type of guy to want to fight but if he has to he will. (This also ties into the way he uses his unique magic that’s the next point)

8. His UM. Okay Trey claims he’s not a creative person, but the thing is he’s always experimenting. You cannot tell me he’s not aware of the things he COULD use his UM for. But the way he does use it is in defense/for the benefit of others. Turning riddles magic into his own, the rubber balls from Vargas camp 2, etc etc. Man has the power to override any characteristic and he uses it to protect others. And I definitely think that he would push his magic to the limits to accomplish that goal. Who doesn’t want a man who would protect and throw hands for you. A lot of people think Trey would choose the world, and if he could have both the world and you he would try, but in the end of the world burns as long as he’s got the people he cares about he wouldn’t care.

9. on a lighter note, this has gone way longer than I ever anticipated it to, he’s got a hot voice. Yeah. Just. Really attractive voice. Not super deep like Leona but not super high pitched either. And it gets GROWLY when he’s angry which is 🤤🤤🤤

10. HES a little nerd. Don’t think I didn’t see him going off about fireworks and the color changing properties of salts. He’s such a little nerd. He wants a stand mixer to try developing new candies. Idk about y’all but I love nerds. I’m a nerd. He likes to ramble actually it’s just that no one really listens to his rambles but dw I will. The fact that he can go on a tangent about these things is just also really attractive bc it shows that he will get to know things he’s passionate about. So like if he were passionate about a person—

Yeah okay there’s my rant ur welcome

Someone explain to me how Heartslabyul simultaneously has the most simple yet fucking hot vice dormleader.

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OK... SO;... I cannot get over WHY they didn’t choose Tag’s original grown up design which you see here for the revamped 3D version of extreme football. He seems so much more like the original character wth XD

this is from the official 3D design research here : 

http://boombros.net/animation/portfolio/foot-2-rue/

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I'd join.

Hey guys can we make a hate club for samy or do we hire an assassinator to kill him?

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My new ship! Ines x Tag! And you wonder why! Lol ❤😍❤😍❤😍❤

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Some drawings of Joey and the team, Joey is one of my favourite characters :D (This was drawn in my doodle book)

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Cuddle Buddies

elliot (euphoria) x fem!reader

jules, rue and fez make appearances!

summary: maybe meeting new people isn’t so bad

warning: NSFW content, strong language, unprotected sex, creampie, dom!elliot, oral (female receiving), fingering, i think that’s it??

wc: 2.5k words

A/N: i wrote this a while back for a different fandom and since this is my first time sharing my writing in about 2 years?? i decided to rework it for elliot! i'm open to feedback as long as its positive and constructive :)

i do not own this gif - all credit goes to the creator

I was stretched out on the couch when Jules walked into the room, her face buried in her phone. “What’s up, Jules?” She lifted her head and gave me a lopsided smile, picking my legs up and laying them on her lap.

Nothing, Rue and Ellie are coming over to hang in a bit.” I furrowed my eyebrows, my foot twitching slightly as she brushed her fingers over my shin.

“Who?”

“Elliot. A friend of ours.” I hummed, laying my head back on the couch. Jules and I have been friends for years and I’ve never heard of Elliot. I stared at the side of Jules’ head, my mood slowly turning sour. I remembered when I poured my entire heart out to her, letting her know how much I hated meeting new people. I turned my head away from her, feeling slightly annoyed.

The doorbell rang and Jules practically shoved my legs off of her to rush over to open the door. She must really like this Elliot person, huh? I heard Jules laugh a bit too hard before bringing Rue and their guest into a hug, dragging them through the open door. I tilted my head back to see a tall guy with bleached hair staring at me with an unreadable expression.

“I’m Elliot.” He held his hand out for me to shake. I slowly rolled over and took his hand, the whole encounter probably lasting longer than it needed to. “I’m assuming you’re Y/N? It’s nice to finally meet you by the way. These two never shut up about you.” He chuckles softly, eyes lingering on me for a second while a smirk works its way onto his face.

“Yeah, you too.” Jules looked between the two of us, a scowl taking over her expression.

“Okay…” she said, drawing out the ‘y’, guiding Elliot to the stairs to follow after Rue. “ We’re gonna go smoke in my room. Shout if you need me.” Elliot walked up the stairs after Jules, his eyes occasionally flicking over to me. He put one foot on the stairs, giving me another once-over before leaving the room with a wink.

Shaking the extremely sexual intrusive thoughts out of my head, I made my way back over to the couch to watch another episode of whatever was on tv knowing my mom would kill me if she even thought she smelled weed on me.

After a few more episodes, I decided to stop ignoring my stomach that was basically eating away at itself at this point and texted Jules, offering to go on a food run.

Not long after the text was delivered, Jules replied with a three paragraph order which made me roll my eyes because I should’ve known that she’d be ready to eat her body weight in snacks after smoking.

As I’m bent over lacing up my shoes, I feel hands grip my waist and someone’s crotch graze the curve of my ass. I whip around ready to swing, only to come face to face - well chest - with Elliot.

“Hey, I thought I’d come along for the ride. Maybe we could get to know each other a little better, hmm?”

Trying to play off the fact that I wanted him to push me up against the wall and kiss me until I passed out, I grabbed my phone and keys, and headed out the door.

“I could definitely use some help carrying all of the girls’ snacks in” I call over my shoulder as I head to my car.

Hopping in, I let Elliot connect to the bluetooth. I can’t have a crush on someone with trash music taste! What if he listens to Polka music or something?

My thoughts got cut off when the intro to Poppin’ My Collar began to play through the car. Gasping, I effortlessly rap the song word for word.

Pulling up to Fez’s store, I look over to the passenger seat to see Elliot with a look of awe on his face.

“What was that?!” he exclaimed. Shrugging, I got out of the car, hoping that he didn’t see how nervous he was making me. “What? I used to listen to this all the time when I was little.”

We made small talk as we walked around the shop grabbing everything on Jules’ list. Dropping everything on the counter, Fez looked up at me like I was crazy. “Damn kid, where you finna put all this shit?” Rolling my eyes, I laugh as I playfully punch his shoulder. “It’s not all for me, asshole. Jules and Rue are back at home high as hell.” Fez shook his head as he laughed under his breath, not needing any more of an explanation.

“Hey bro, can I also get a pack of Honey Backwoods?” Elliot spoke up from behind me. Looking over my shoulder, Fez gave him a slight nod. “Sure thing, playboy. Your total is gonna be $17.55.” Elliot handed Fez a $20 bill and then we made our way back to Jules’.

As soon as my hand made contact with the doorknob, the door was yanked open and the plastic bag was snatched out of my hand.

I turned to see if Elliot had seen what just happened when I heard a huge thud. I looked back into the house to see Rue sprawled out on the steps for a few seconds before she jumped right back up and kept running to Jules’ room, shouting a quick “I’m fine!” behind her.

Shaking his head, Elliot chuckles. “Let’s get up there before they eat everything.”

Just as he said, we walked into the room to see the bed covered in various snack wrappers, half a honeybun hanging out of Rue’s mouth.

Grabbing a bag of doritos, I offered some to Elliot, knowing that Jules was very particular when it came to sharing her food.

After all the snacks were eaten, I went downstairs to throw away the trash. On my way back to the room I was brought into a hug by Rue, “I totally forgot I had a meeting tonight so I’m gonna dip. Love you Y/N/N.” When I got back to the room, I saw Jules wrapping her arms around Elliot’s waist while her head was resting on his shoulder.

Seeing them hold each other so close sent a pang of jealousy coursing through my body. ‘Rue barely made it down the street’ I thought to myself.

“Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt. I guess I’ll downstairs or something…” I say, the whole situation making me feel awkward.

“No! Come cuddle with us Y/N/N” Jules said, stretching her arm out towards me without making any effort to move from her place on the bed. “Yeah Y/N/N, come cuddle.” Elliot repeats, the rasp of his voice making my knees buckle slightly.

Elliot shifts on the bed to make space for me to lay down. I sat down, making sure to leave some space between the two of us, focusing on whatever was playing on the tv until I got dragged closer to Elliot’s chest.

“Why are you so far? I don’t bite” he said, sending me a sly wink. Leaning up, I see Jules nodding off.

I was so caught up in the movie that I didn’t notice Elliot aimlessly tracing shapes on my exposed skin. I let out a soft moan, my eyes going wide as I realized what I had just done.

“Elliot, we have to stop. Jules is right there!” Sliding Jules’ deadweight off of his arm, he headed towards the door, only stopping to look back at me once he realized that I wasn’t following him.

Noticing my puzzled look, he chuckles. “You said we couldn’t do anything in the same room as Jules, so we’re moving to the couch. Let’s go.” And with a tilt of his head, he was already halfway down the stairs.

I sat on the bed, stunned at how Elliot’s demanding tone made me feel before scrambling toward the stairs, not wanting to make him wait any longer. Once in the living room, I went to sit down next to Elliot, only to be dragged into his lap. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he placed his chin on my shoulder and began to nibble on my earlobe.

“I like making you squirm. It’s cute to see you lose all self control around me. I’m glad you know who’s in charge, babydoll.”

The whole time he was teasing me and whispering in my ear, his right hand made its way up to my throat, while his left hand slowly spread my thighs, squeezing ever so often.

Keeping his grip on my throat, Elliot flipped us over so that my back was pressed against the couch. “You gonna let me make you feel good, baby?” he asked as he left a trail of kisses from my lips to the dip of my collarbone.

My breath hitched in my throat, all I could do was nod my head like a scared little kid. Smirking, he backed up and removed his top, leaving him in his grey sweatpants.

Sensing my hesitancy to undress in front of him, he cupped my cheeks. “You don’t have to be uncomfortable around me, baby. I’m sure you have a beautiful body.”

Slowly pulling my hoodie over my head, I keep my eyes down and fold my arms over my newly exposed torso. Elliot grabs my hands and brings them towards his face, pressing gentle kisses across my knuckles.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of. Your body is perfect.”

Feeling slightly more confident, I let him continue kissing down my chest until he reached the hem of my jeans. Dragging down both the pants and my thong to just below my knees, he stared at my glistening slit, then looked back up at me. “Looks like someone’s excited! How many times are you gonna cum for me, baby?” He said as his tongue danced along my throbbing clit.

Before I could answer, Elliot sucked my clit into his mouth and through primal instinct, my fingers tangled themselves in his shaggy bleached locks and I clamped my thighs around his head. He stayed there for a while, alternating between flicking and rolling his tongue around my bud before tapping my thigh, signaling for me to let him up.

The sight of his flushed face gasping for air and the string of saliva that connected his bottom lip to the tip of my clit made me clench around nothing, much to his amusement. Spreading my folds with both hands, he slid his tongue into my entrance, licking up any arousal that might have leaked out.

As his tongue maneuvered through my soaked folds, Elliot began to rub his thumb over my clit in tight circles. “Oh fuck, Elliot, I’m gonna…” and before I could finish my sentence, I came right on his slick pink muscle.

Making sure he had my undivided eye contact, he swiped his fingers across his cheeks, collecting any cum that missed his mouth and made a show of sucking his fingers clean, making sure to show me that he did in fact swallow it when he was done.

Elliot quickly removed his sweatpants, his boxers coming off as well. Lifting me by my waist, he took my place on the couch. “I wanna be inside you so bad, baby.” Kicking off my bottoms, I straddle his lap as he lines himself up with my entrance. Once he bottoms out, we both let out guttural moans. “Shit, I hope Jules doesn’t wake up.” “We’ll be fine. She once slept through the sirens of 3 firetrucks when her neighbor’s backyard was on fire, I don’t think your moaning is gonna wake her up.”

Before Elliot could ask any questions, I began to grind my hips into his, reveling in the friction of his happy trail against my swollen nub. Once he set a pace that was comfortable for the both of us, he began to thrust up into me, the clapping of our skin motivating him to pound into me even harder.

Suddenly Elliot got a burst of confidence and flipped me onto my stomach on the carpet, thrusting into me from behind. I began thrusting back to meet his strokes halfway, reaching back to wrap my around the back of his head, leaning my head back onto his shoulder. “Who knew Ellie had it in him, hmm? I bet this is too much for you.” I said in a teasing tone.

Catching me off guard, he gripped my neck and pressed my face down into the plush carpet, spanking my ass with every thrust. “Keep that shit up and you won’t cum again anytime soon.” He growled through gritted teeth. “Mmh, shit… you’re fucking me so deep, Ellie, ‘m sorry! Please let me cum, baby.”

Looking down, he saw that I was rubbing my clit vigorously, so he slapped my hand away, making me whine before he replaced my fingers with his, bringing me to my climax. With a tight grip on my waist, he began to plow into me. “Fuck I’m gonna cum.” “Don’t pull out, Ellie. I’m on the pill. I wanna feel you fill me up.” His hips stuttered at my request and a swear I heard him whimper as his strokes got sloppier by the second.

With a strained “Fuck”, I felt Elliot’s warm release spill inside of my pussy. He fell forwards, leaning his sweaty forehead on my shoulder blade, peppering my skin with light kisses as I tried to not clench around his pulsating cock that was slowly softening within me.

With our backs pressed up against the couch, we tried to catch our breath, basking in the comfortable silence before getting dressed again, praying that Jules had slept through all of that.

Even though I knew that Jules was a heavy sleeper, we still walked softly up the stairs and into Jules’ room where she was now at the center of the bed. Lifting the covers, we slid in on either side of the blonde, hoping to not wake her. Right after we settled into our places, Jules rolled over, rubbing her eyes, a slight pout present on her face. “Where’d you guys go? I woke up a couple times and didn’t feel anyone else in bed.”

Choking on my spit, I look over at Elliot who didn’t even seem panicked at the thought of Jules potentially hearing him blow my back out on her living room carpet. “Oh, we went down to the living room so we wouldn't wake you up with our loud conversation, right Y/N?” Shaking myself out of shock, I stumble over my words before agreeing with Elliot. “Uh, we- yeah, YEAH! You just looked so peaceful and we didn't wanna bother you.”

Wrapping her arms around both of our necks, Jules pulled us in for a group hug. “Awe, that’s so sweet! I knew you guys would get along. I love you guys.” Looking dead into my eyes, Elliot replies.

“I love you, too.”