#french mystery

[shapelytimber]

I’ve been replaying Pokemon mystery dungeon explorers of sky these last few days with the skytemple randomizer... and this game is so fucking good ;;

Anyway here is my team (Big cat little dog >>>>>>)

And I drew some little scenes that made me laugh :)c

Garchomp and Mothim are brothers <3

What were the odds that team skull’s leader would be a  Mightyena- 

Thank god these Latias only knew helping hands (everyone clapped)

[PART 2]

[fishfingersandscarves]

fun fact! in May I had another book come out! - this one is only available in Europe (as far as i'm aware)

Le vol de l'œuf impérial is part of the Frissons Suisses series! A middle-grade mystery by Catherine Rolland

It's available now on lafamilyshop.ch

[hedgehog-moss]

me sending yet another email to a French public service to ask them why they use so many gratuitous English words in a service that's supposed to be non-discriminatory and accessible to everyone in the country

[lafcadiosadventures]

Balzac, Dumas and Hugo had their differences. but they all share the common basic belief that introducing their mysterious protagonist through their most recent disguise is a hell of a power move

[ramuneda5149]

COI volume 1 🗿

[coquelicoq]

i was just thinking how interesting the word oboe is because usually when we take a word from french we preserve the spelling to some extent, and oboe looks nothing like hautbois. so i looked up the etymology and apparently we got it through italian??? mystery solved i guess but that is such an interesting pathway for us to get a french word!

[ghost-in-the-corner]

"What can one do in the face of such monumental loss but breath a weary sigh, for the world is a little quieter now."

This quote? Drives me feral. Absolutely insane. Because it is so beautiful and lyrical, the kind of thing you'd think you'd find in a Victorian novel or an old poem.

But it's from a cartoon made of clip art that was made purely to annoy someone else, posted on YouTube as part of an after show.

[sage-nebula]

It happened, as things so often did, like a bolt from the blue on one of Pacifica's rare days off from work at the diner.

It was the height of summer and so hellaciously hot, even for—no, especially for Oregon. Having lost access to the private pools and yachts after her father's investments into Cipher capital during Weirdmageddon four years prior, Pacifica found herself at the Gravity Falls community pool, lounging on a pool chair after layering SPF 50 on her skin, and silently telling herself over and over that it was always morally correct to block her parents' numbers on her days off, and that her father probably hadn't yet found where Pacifica's pet rescue opposum, Susanna, had hidden the bell yet, so there was no need to worry.

(Pacifica had rescued Susanna from the diner kitchen two summers ago, when she was fourteen. Susanna was technically a male oppossum, but something about him reminded Pacifica of Lazy Susan, so Susanna he was.)

But it was at that moment that deep laughter followed by a higher pitched "shut up!" and even more laughter from both voices broke through Pacifica's inner mantras. She opened her eyes to see that both of the Pines twins, having once again made their yearly visit to Gravity Falls, had also chosen to visit the pool that day.

Pacifica swallowed hard.

For all that she had tried to deny it even to herself in her tween and early teen years, by now Pacifica had long since accepted that she found Dipper Pines attractive. It was impossible not to, with the way he came back taller each summer, his shoulders increasingly more broad as he grew into the physique promised by his great uncles (or his Great Uncle Ford, anyway), a little stubble that he "forgot" to shave always left around his chin, and his sideburns. Oh, his sideburns. Pacifica hated how much she loved Dipper's sideburns. It was beyond cringe, and the only other living soul who would ever know about her crush was Susanna, but Pacifica Northwest did indeed have a crush on Dipper Pines. She knew, and accepted, this about herself.

But then, on that hellaciously hot summer day at the community pool, Mabel Pines took her sweater off right in front of Pacifica's eyes.

Mabel pulled her sweater up over her head, and it was as if time slowed down. Mabel's arms were just as toned and strong (if not maybe a little more toned, the way the sunlight hit her muscles) than Dipper's. She had been wearing a bikini under her sweater—a pink one decorated with stars that fit her perfectly—and her thousand watt smile revealed she'd finally gotten her braces off to reveal a set of dazzling teeth. And when she tugged her hair free from her ponytail, it swished around her in a cascade of long, brown waves.

Dipper had thrown his tanktop onto a pool chair, and Mabel followed suit, throwing her sweater and hair tie on top of Dipper's shirt. But as Dipper was in the middle of saying something (they were too far for Pacifica to hear clearly), Mabel whipped back around with devilish speed and shoved him straight in the pool.

Mabel laughed uproariously as Dipper came back up for air, sputtering water and shaking his sopping bangs from his eyes. But he was only off guard for a second, and Mabel's mirth kept her off hers for longer. Dipper grinned wickedly and snapped his fingers around Mabel's wrist, yanking her in headfirst after him. Just as Dipper had before her, Mabel resurfaced immediately, though she had to use both hands to shove her curtains of damp hair out of her face. But her smile was just as impish as Dipper's own, and within seconds they were splashing each other, shrieking and laughing as they caused the biggest ruckus the pool had seen all day.

And as she watched them play, the water making their skin glisten and their smiles making their eyes sparkle, Pacifica felt a swarm of butterflies in her gut and a flash of heat in her face that had nothing at all to do with the summer sun above. She curled in on herself in her pool chair, and tugged her sun hat down over her face.

"Oh no."

[puniper]

seems like vivian is still censored after all (╥_╥)

[haveyouseenthisseries-poll]

[welcome-to-green-hills]

i got freakin jumpscared by the shadow x sonic gen leaks what the hell!!!

Shadow jumpscare

[antoinemaillard]

[mythological-art]

The Unicorns

Artist: Gustave Moreau (French, 1826-1898)

Date: 1880's

Medium: Oil on Canvas

Collection: Musee Gustave Moreau, Paris, France

DESCRIPTION

The theme of this painting was inspired by the six famous tapestries of the La Dame à la Licorne (The Lady and the Unicorn) bought by the Musée de Cluny in 1882. In order to achieve the “necessary richness” the pillar of his aesthetic, Moreau blended medieval ornamental motifs with Renaissance motifs, and was quite prepared to look for sources in magazines like Le Magasin Peinture : he referred to it as: “ an enchanted isle with a gathering of women, only women, providing the most precious pretext for all the plastic motifs.” In the distance is the ship that brought these princesses to this strange place. Two of them have their arms around unicorns, which remain impassive. It was said that these wild, legendary creatures could only be tamed by virgins.

All the women here are richly adorned, one holds a lily, the symbol of purity, and a bejeweled sharp sword; on the clothes of another are delicately drawn fabulous animals and epic combats, including Saint George and the Dragon. The chalice in the right hand corner of the work – the Holy Grail? – adds to the dominant feeling of mystery. Moreau brings about an unusual disassociation between the drawing and the shimmering colors, obtaining chromatic and dramatic effects of a rare subtlety. This is one of the most fascinating and certainly one of the most enigmatic works that the master of Symbolism has bequeathed us.

[amusing-nightmares]

[sracha]

🩸more vampire rosebird from my twisted mind

[enlitment]

Tagging @theghostofbean @trz4potttt @chaotic-history @brissot @talcifer-lurks @ptolemaicrevival @marcusagrippa @theromaboo @privateandshamefulvices @starsunderwater to kick things off (no pressure though!)