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sanjoongie · 25 days ago

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📖Second submission for the Dragon Collab hosted by @flurrys-creativity.

📖Pairing: Knowledge Dragon! Lee Heeseung x Organizer! Reader (f)

📖Genre: smut

📖Trope: employer/employee, idiots to lovers

📖Au: modern au, dragon au, hybrid au

📖Rating: 18+, MDNI

📖Word Count: 2,904

📖Warnings: penetrative sex with no barrier, kama sutra references, slow-paced sex, breast play, begging, usage of tail during sex, horn tugging (it's a dragon kink okay)

📖Summary: when a dragon hires you to organize his horde of information, you find that he wants to add you to his treasure

1- La Gemme at l'extase with Hyunjin {fantasy dragon} | 2- Le Livre et le plaisir with Heeseung {modern dragon} | 3- ??? with San {sci-fi dragon}

Never in a million years did you think your love for organization would get you a job working for a dragon hybrid.

Lee Heeseung, a hoarder of knowledge, was your employer. After a very enjoyable interview, in which you were under the impression the dragon hybrid was flirting with you, you were hired on the spot.

The owner of the sprawling renovated mansion gave you a tour immediately, to show off his hoard, of course.

“You can pick whatever suite of rooms you’d prefer,” Heeseung explained. He threw his arms out to emphasize his point. “But you will live here. I don’t want any flimsy excuse such as transit being a reason why you couldn't work more hours.”

He was haughty, this new employer of yours. He spoke as if everything he said was a fact. But if you had had thousands of years absorbing countless texts of knowledge, perhaps you’d speak that way too.

“Where would you like me to start?” You wondered tentatively, as the both of you strode through featureless hallways.

“Here’s probably good,” Heeseung announced.

He threw open two large doors and you whimpered in pain. Books, scrolls, even thumb drives, were thrown carelessly into piles here and there in the large room.

“‘Suppose it was used as a ballroom once but I have no need for dancing,” Heeseung elaborated.

You stood up a little bit straighter, determined to do a good job, even if you felt overloaded with the amount of work. “I’ll make the appropriate arrangements.”

“Good,” Heeseung nodded firmly. “It’ll be good to have a new smell around here.”

And then he sent you a crooked smile that made your heart skip a beat. This dragon was dangerous in ways that had nothing to do with breathing fire.

If you were being honest, you rarely saw the dragon hybrid after that. He didn’t care to keep tabs on you and it allowed you plenty of breathing room to do as you pleased.

And boy, was there a lot of work to do.

Just when you thought you had gathered all the floppy disks, you’d discover a new room, and have to start all over again. You had an absolute meltdown when you discovered a few towers of computers with audio books in the basement that was meant to store kegs of liquor, but luckily, no harm had befallen the electronics.

That incident made you track down your employer. You found him in one of his many studies that fine rainy morning. Flashes of lightning reflected off his glasses and the tiny horns protruding from his hair. His tail swishing contently like that of a cat pushed you over the edge.

“Do you have no care over your treasures?” You shouted at him. “You simply dump them willy-nilly!”

“Isn’t that a part of your job now?” Heeseung replied, eyes glued to his book of Plato.

“I organize, yes,” You raged. “But I am not in control of you finding more books and throwing them into a bathroom that leaks!”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Heeseung denied. You felt your hackles lower. Then he said, “I only put the audio recordings in there once.”

You let out a noise of frustration and left immediately after that.

After that, you did your best to avoid the irritating dragon hybrid. Your job was to organize his hoard, after all, not engage in frustrating conversations.

You fully dove into your job once again, pushing into the physical aspect of moving books around. You were careful with the older books, donning gloves to inspect the titles and dates they were published. Scrolls were a bit harder to categorize but you enjoyed rolling them and applying certain ribbons to keep them in their historic eras.

Focusing on your work eased your heart and eventually you started to feel proud of what you had accomplished. You kept meticulous notes of how everything was organized, for reference for your employer, of course.

Said dragon hybrid found you one day when you were struggling with a container of portable hard drives.

Heeseung walked in waving a book. “I found the original copy of The Hobbit! The version before JR Tolkein retconned it for the trilogy--”

You felt the dragon’s eyes upon you and you felt disgusting immediately. What did he see? A sweaty, gross blob that he had hired to paw through his precious treasures? You stared at the book Heeseung had, refusing to meet his eyes, fanning yourself. You were overheated and about to take a break anyways.

“I’ll put some gloves on. I know exactly where it’ll go. I found a lovely poem about poppies written in World War One, it’ll fit nicely there,” You murmured, looking around for your gloves.

Heeseung completed the steps it took to bring him flush with your body. He reached around you and pulled your gloves from your back pocket.

“They’re here,” he said, a slow smile pulling his lips as he offered them to you.

You swallowed, reaching to take the gloves from him. “Ah, thank--”

You were jerked forward when Heeseung yanked on the gloves instead of releasing them to you. “You smell like dust and books,” he informed you. Why did it sound like he was saying you smelled delicious?

“Well, I am working hard here, Heeseung,” You informed him, waving your hand indistinctly around the room.

His eyes moved up and down your disheveled form. “I can see that.”

You refused to meet his eyes and tugged discreetly at the gloves. “If you would please…?”

“I mind greatly, in fact,” Heeseung murmured.

Was it just you or were his lips getting closer to your face?

“Heeseung,” You whimpered.

The dragon hybrid’s pupils blew wide. “Say my name like that again.”

You shook your head. “I should get going.”

You dropped your hold on the gloves and attempted to circumvent your hybrid dragon boss. Heeseung had other ideas, however. His tail wrapped around your waist and tugged you back to his vicinity.

“Where are you going, little bookworm?” Heeseung drawled.

You got shivers from the nickname. “To my room.”

Heeseung clucked his tongue mockingly at you. “I don’t think so. Why are you running away from your desire?”

The dragon hit the nail on the head. That was exactly what you were doing.

“You’re my employer. We shouldn’t cross any lines,” You argued softly.

Heeseung cocked his head. “Who’s to say what we do is wrong? No one governs me and my treasure.”

Goosebumps littered your body. “Stop that.”

Heeseung chuckled deeply. “I like you. I think I’ll keep you.”

You had a moment of courage, dragging your eyes up to meet his. The lizard-like slit that served as a pupil was almost overtaking his silver iris’. “Where would you put me? With the books? The floppy disks?”

“In my bed,” the man said with no hesitation in his voice.

“Will we make it to your bed?” You wondered.

“No.”

Heeseung’s strong fingers dug into your hair as he held your head in place to kiss you. It was slow and sensual, and you felt like you were drowning in desire. His tongue swept along the seam of your lips and you automatically opened for him. You felt his moan against your lips as he plunged his tongue inside your mouth. His tongue slowly coaxed yours into submission, to the point when Heeseung ended the kiss, your tongue came out to chase his.

Heeseung smirked confidently. “That’s a good look on you.”

You struggled to think through the lust-filled haze your head was currently. “I--”

Heeseung’s fingers untangled themselves from your hair and opted instead to wrap around your wrist. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, my little bookworm.”

Take care of you he did. Amongst his treasures that you had been busy sorting, he rid you of all your clothes, and his own. The look of absolute hunger on his face never disappeared. It made your heart beat, being viewed as one of the scrolls he snatched up and wanted to read. The loud obsession written all over his face made you feel something a little bit more than lust.

Heeseung bade you to lay down and his eyes twinkled, a slight smile pulling at the edge of his lips. “If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to try a position from the Kama Sutra. It's called Splitting the Bamboo.”

After you nod, curious as to what Heeseung wants to do with you.

You watch with interest as he straddles your left leg and pushes your right leg upwards. He presses wet, open mouth kisses along your calf. He moved up your leg until his pelvis was lined up with yours.

“Can I fill you up?” The dragon hybrid asked you seductively.

You nod again, your mind filled with only thoughts of Heeseung--all thoughts of your ‘boss’ gone out the window.

Heeseung bit down on his lower lip as he pushed into your wet core. The process of sheathing himself inside of you was pleasurable, making you mewl as he did so. A confident smile continued to pull at Heeseung’s lips; as if he took pride in making you feel good.

“Does my little bookworm want to be pleased some more?” He crooned softly.

You couldn't decide if he was being condescending or looking to take care of you, but either way your lower half became wetter at the phrase. “Move, please,” You pleaded.

Heeseung settled into gentle waves between your legs, slowly building the pleasure inside of you. Sweet, gentle kisses littered your leg that remained slightly over his shoulder. For someone who was so matter-of-fact and flirty, you had not expected such gentle lovemaking. It was making your mind swirl dangerously.

You reached down to swipe your finger through your folds to play with your clit but Heeseung’s tail wrapped around your wrist and intercepted you.

“I’ll get you to your climax,” He informed you coolly. “Be patient.”

The maddening pace Heeseung set drove you wild. You begged, you raged, you negotiated but Heeseung would not speed up his thrusting. If anything, he played with your body, as if your words were simply buzzing flies around his head. He would grip your breast, squeezing appreciatively, tweaking your nipple but never did his fingers flirt with your clit.

It felt like hours that you were in a lust-filled haze, your stomach curling and winding with pleasure. “Please,” You gasped, “Please, I wanna come.”

“You should appreciate the time,” Heeseung hummed. “This is an artform.”

You let out a groan of frustration, clawing through the lust, and reached up to grab Heeseung’s horns. The hybrid let out a breathy cry, like you touching his horns did something for him. You both froze.

Heeseung changed positions, pressing your knees to your shoulders. You groaned at how deeply he was inside of you now. He placed both of your hands on his horns again. “Hold on,” he instructed.

Heeseung lost his poise as you held onto his horns. His thrusts became sloppy and quick. A groan grew in his chest and rumbled out of his mouth. All you could do was be a receptacle for his passion and you weren’t sure you wanted it any other way. His dick was hitting so deep inside you that your jaw fell open as your climax wound tighter inside of you.

“Oh gods, Heeseung!” You shouted out his name as your climax hit you like a train.

Heeseung arched his back and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he came inside of you. He was muttering ‘mine,mine,mine’ under his breath as his hips chased out his own climax.

All you could hear for a while was Heeseung’s heavy breathing and your whimpers as you could feel his cock twitching inside of you. You had most definitely NOT expected that when you got hired.

Then, abruptly, Heeseung was removing himself from you and gathered his clothes. “You should clean up and take a break. You worked hard today.”

You watched Heeseung as he wandered out of the room without another word.

You clutched your clothes to your body, feeling foolish. Everything was simply a transaction for the dragon hybrid. Obviously he thought he could fuck you and then move on. You tried to pick up the pieces of your heart off the floor along with your discarded clothing. But it was hard.

After the sex session in the room that held most of the modern books Heeseung hoarded, you were unsure where the two of you stood. It had been lovely and Heeseung certainly hadn't ravaged you like a beast, but without any words to soothe your anxiety, you spiraled days later.

“It’s fine,” You spoke to yourself out loud.

You decided to rearrange the floppy disks according to color, certain your brain couldn't handle any actual, productive organization at this time. “I’m just another piece of his hoard, after all. He can fuck me then discard me. No strings attached.”

My little bookworm~

The nickname was infuriating, to say the least. You had to admit it matched the scenario, not to mention it made you shiver in a good way the way he crooned it, but infuriating nonetheless. What did it mean?!

“Nothing, it means nothing,” You muttered.

You couldn't decide if a floppy disk was cobalt or purple and tossed it in frustration.

“And you said I was the one that didn’t treat my treasures with respect,” Heeseung mused out loud behind you, scaring the shit out of you.

“Heeseung!” You exclaimed, jumping up like you had been caught red-handed.

The dragon hybrid cocked his head curiously at you. “What’s got you in such a mood, little bookworm? Usually you hum and are quite happy to do your job. It’s why you got it, you know. You said you loved to organize. Such happy vibrations are good for the aura of my hoard. What’s got your horn in a twist?”

Dragons had weird sayings. Aren’t their horns already twisted?

“Nothing,” You couldn't help but pout.

What was the point of talking about it when you felt silly in the first place? It was just sex, after all. Or that’s what you tried to tell yourself.

Heeseung had his tail draped elegantly over the crook of his arm, almost like a lady with a long train of her dress. He took a step towards you. “Do you need to unwind? Perhaps we could--”

You threw your hand up, stopping him mid-sentence. “That’s what got us here in the first place, Heeseung, I’d rather not.”

The dragon hybrid sent you a confused look. Even with his eyebrows furrowed, he looked delectable. It wasn’t fair. “Did you not enjoy it?”

“I did!” You stomped your foot for emphasis. “That’s the point! I enjoyed it so much, I don’t know what my heart feels anymore. And you clearly don’t have one.”

The corner of Heeseung’s lip pulled up in a sneer. “Are you saying dragons don’t have hearts? I didn’t think you were one of those humans. Good enough to fuck but not good enough to give your heart to?”

The silly statement slapped you in the face. “What? No, I’m saying you’ve confused me! I think I might like you but you’re so cool and collected. You patted me on the back and sent me on my way afterwards for christ sake!” Your head hung low in defeat. “Clearly I’m the only one that’s feeling anything here.”

Heeseung chuckled softly. “Oh, humans are ridiculous.”

Heeseung pulled you close to him and nuzzled your cheek. “You’re a part of my hoard now, little bookworm. I claimed you as my own. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”

“That I’m your property?” You stated bluntly.

“You are mine,” Heeseung emphasized. “Mine to tease, mine to tempt, mine to love.”

You raised your head hopefully. “So you did feel something for me when we slept together?”

“I’m a dragon,” Heeseung said teasingly, winking down at you. “I feel deeply about everything. It was up to your human heart to catch up.”

“Well you certainly don’t show it well,” You continued to pout.

Heeseung let out a noise, caught between a growl and a laugh. “I’ve given you a place in my mansion, let you touch everything I cherish, including my body, and you say I don’t show it well? Should I gift you the scroll that Achilles wrote to Patraclus? Shall I find you a scribbled piece of paper with Romeo’s lines to Juliet? Share with you the movie Titanic where great love conquers all? What would you like of me, little bookworm? I would do it all.”

You gape at the most long winded speech you had ever heard from Heeseung. If you were being honest with yourself, you’d listen to him all day if you could. But it wasn’t about the lilt of his voice, it was about the contents. Who knew your haughty dragon boss could wax poetic so romantically?

“That would do it, I suppose,” You couldn't help but sulk.

Heeseung laughed. “Didn’t I say I liked you and that I was going to keep you?”

You swallowed, remembering the moment vividly. “Do I still belong in your bed?”

Heeseung’s pupils blew again but instead he responded with. “You belong in my heart.”

As it turned out, it was Heeseung that had something to teach you about organization.

1- La Gemme at l'extase with Hyunjin {fantasy dragon} | 2- Le Livre at le plaisir with Heeseung {modern dragon} | 3- ??? with San {sci-fi dragon}

#lee heeseung smut #lee heeseung x reader #enhypen smut #heeseung smut #enha smut #heeseung x reader #enhypen x reader #enha x reader #dragon collab trilogy #❂enha #topaz's work #recent

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thewhumpcaretaker · 2 months ago

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au - younger john wick in the ruska roma as a ballerina vincent who is a pianist and plays for the theatre sometimes send ask

Send ask? Nah, I’m sending a whole poem. It’s really bad but that’s okay.

I tried to make the English and French rhyme with each other. I hope I did okay with Google translate helping me! I didn’t pay any attention to number of syllables though, that’s…not gonna happen hahaaaa. Also, I guess I’m ignoring canon and assuming they’re roughly the same age in this.

⚜ 𝒫𝑒𝓃𝓈é𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓊 𝒫𝒾𝒶𝓃𝑜 [Thoughts at the Piano] & 𝒯𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝑔𝑒 ⚜

Qu’êtes-vous lorsque vous bougez harmonieusement dans la lumière? [What are you, when you’re moving seamlessly in the light?]

What are you, pianist? Brilliant, precious rare…

Le mien pendant une demi-heure, en mouvement sur ma chanson. [Mine for half an hour, moving to my song.]

For half an hour, I have a peaceful purpose. Then you’re gone.

J'espère que je joue bien pour vous. Mes mains tremblent... [I hope I play well for you. My hands are shaking…]

You make me steady with determination. I could dance a year en pointe.

J'aime quand tu danses. Je vois votre terrible cruauté. [I like it when you dance, I see your terrible cruelty.]

I like it when you play, I see your innocent beauty.

Dans vos yeux, il y a de profonds bassins de vengeance. [In your eyes, there are deep pools of vengefulness.]

Behind your eyes, there is a hollow, lonely trance.

Je t'ai vu cacher un livre d'histoires d'amour. Tu tuerais par amour? [I saw you hide a book of love stories. Would you kill for love?]

I saw you crying in an empty opera box. What do you live for?

Une ombre marche au-dessus de vous : cette femme redoutée. [A shadow walks above you: that dreaded woman.]

A shadow waits in France, to take you from me.

Je mettrais mon couteau contre elle si je le pouvais. [I would put my knife against her if I could.]

If only I could cut him down and let you stay…

J'espère que nous nous reverrons. Ne m'oubliez pas, s'il vous plaît. [I hope we meet again. Don't forget me, please.]

I’ll find you again. Keep a song alive within you for that day.

#churchduel #john x marquis de gramont #marquis de gramont #john wick #wickblr #original poem

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kerubimcrepin · 8 months ago

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An analysis of the most important scene between Kerubim and Joris.

Aka, Liveblog - Dofus, livre 1 : Julith [PART 7]

While Kerubim does want to help and care for Lilotte, he draws a line at getting Joris into a dangerous situation. He's mad at both of them for this stunt.

Joris isn't a kid who acts out or disobeys that often, so seeing Kerubim this pissed off is... very rare. Especially with that anger directed at him.

To make the argument less severe, he tries to present Kerubim with his new achievements in something that is important to him. So that maybe some semblance of pride for him, will get Kerubim to be less mad.

Kerubim shuts him down without any explanation, despite knowing how important sport is to Joris because the stress of Joris being in danger, and also deciding to be ~rebellious~ on this day of all days, is genuinely frying his brain.

But from Joris's pov, he's just being shitty. Just really shitty.

Yet, it is important to note, that at first, he goes along, and leaves Khan. Joris isn't really rebellious as a person.

Another thing that goes deeply wrong with this argument is Kerubim snapping at Joris's idol. Now, he has basically implied that both one of Joris's main interests, and someone Joris loves and looks up to, are worthless to him.

We know that's not what Kerubim means. Kerubim is terrified, and the terror made him angry at Joris, for scaring him further.

Chances are, when he got home and found nobody, his first thought wasn't that he and Lilotte ran away for boufbowl reasons.

But that devaluation is exactly what Joris hears.

The face journey Kerubim goes on in this shot is very interesting. I really do think Kerubim HATES Joris making up parents. He hates it because he knows the truth, and it hurts him, he hates it because he is his parent, and he hates it because feeling jealous of some imaginary constructs is just pathetic.

But he hasn't really said it out loud because fine, whatever, it's normal for a child to make things up. Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. Doesn't mean he doesn't think it's stupid, and that it isn't maddening to have this brought up when his mom is hunting them down and might hurt him.

However, Kerubim is a hypocrite:

"Making up stories" is something Kerubim has done for 10 years, and the fact that half of them are redacted, censored, or just actually made up, is something Joris accepts, — even values.

"Rules for thee, but not for me," is how Kerubim sounds while complaining about this.

And he's neglected to, uhhh... read Joris's mind to understand the yet unvoiced truth:

Joris despises many things about the way Kerubim treats him.

He wants Kerubim to stop touching him whenever he wants to, he wants him to stop calling him whatever the hell he wants, and he wants him to stop lying.

He would never say this out loud unless he was this mad, because he knows that it will upset Kerubim, and he doesn't want that, because the man is the only family he has, and he's already depressed.

Kerubim doesn't want him to ever grow up into an adult, become independent, and move out. He likes Joris cute, huggable, "doesn't say no to anything I do to him"-ish, and dependant, because that way, he won't leave Kerubim alone. He isn't exactly subtle about what he wants from Joris, and the only thing Joris can do about this, is just feel angry silently.

This is especially poignant, because we know Joris doesn't look his age, even as a ten-year-old. He gets treated like a small child, both inside and outside his own home.

Joris, of all the people in the whole world, yelling at him, is how Kerubim understands that he fucked up badly. It's over. It's more than over — he didn't just bomb this conversation, he nuked it.

Joris yelling at him is like a canary in a mine dying. He really hurt him this time.

What follows is, quite honestly, one of the most important moments for Joris as a character. These are things he says angrily, just to hurt Kerubim as much as possible, — yet there's a grain of truth to all of this, they are Joris's actual, real thoughts on their life, just wrapped up in anger.

Joris correctly identifies and attacks Kerubim's three biggest insecurities, — Joris leaving him, his own failures as a father, and their relationship being built on lies from the very beginning.

I think Joris has thought a lot on the ethics of their situation. Kerubim isn't his biological father so... who exactly gave him the right to raise Joris in these conditions, and take advantage of him for the sake of not feeling lonely and unwanted? I am sure, these are thoughts Joris chastised himself for, and yet...

This is the worst thing Kerubim has heard in the last ten to twenty years. This is his nightmare scenario. Did he miss all these signs that Joris was thinking these things? He hates himself. He just hates himself.

Joris attacks his weaknesses with a precision only a family member can possess.

This is his worst nightmare. And all he can manage to do is fulfil one of Joris's wishes: call him by his actual name, like an equal.

And he really did try to raise him as an equal. Like a best friend. And he failed. Because that's an unattainable goal.

#ro liveblogs dofus #dofus #wakfu #krosmoz #dofusmovie #joris jurgen #kerubim crepin

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catullus101 · 2 years ago

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A look inside the Livre de portraiture by thirteenth-century architect Villard de Honnecourt. This rare medieval sketchbook (or instruction manual) contains more than 250 line drawings across 33 pages of parchment, in which de Honnecourt tried out ideas, did studies, and copied old masters. For more, see here.

Bibliothèque Nationale de París (MS Fr 19093)

#villard de honnecourt #manuscript #sketchbook #medieval art

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weset-thedark-onfire · 10 months ago

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Partage accessibilité et neurodiversité

Le site neurodiversity design regroupe beaucoup de contenus pour améliorer les interfaces graphiques web en pensant aux personnes neuroatypiques. Le tout est en anglais mais la traduction automatique n'est pas trop mal.

Il propose :

Des conseils graphiques : j'aime particulièrement la partie bouton et interface, le tout reliés aux théories UX connues (trop bien pour apprendre)

Des personaes : ce sont des fiches utilisateurices qui regroupent leur identité, leurs besoins, leurs aspirations, leurs craintes, leurs blocages, leur matériel... Généralement, c'est utilisé pour pouvoir imagine, créer et rectifier des parcours sur des sites web - entre autre chose - en ayant toujours en tête les personnes qu'on cible.

Souvent, quand on créé des personaes pour un nouveau site, une application ou même un forum, dans le but de se mettre "dans la peau de", il est rare de penser à avoir des personaes handicapés ou ayant des besoins précis en terme de sensibilité ou autre. Et quand on y pense, ces personaes peuvent être réduit à leur handicap ou stéréotypés, en mettant totalement de côté les aspirations, besoins en dehors de leur handicap. Ces fiches là font les deux et je les trouve vraiment cool.

Y'a même un personae avec des éléments "négatifs", chose que je n'avais jamais vu comme "recherche des signes de vulnérabilité chez les autres". Ce qui permet de penser à un cas souvent oublié dans l'UX : tout le monde n'est pas sympa et gentil sur le web et quand cette personne veut faire du mal avec notre produit, elle trouvera un moyen. On sors un peu du cadre "Neuroatypies et design" mais si le sujet vous intéresse, je vous conseille le super livre (en anglais encore, sorry :/) "Design for safety", d'Eva PenzeyMoog.

Dans le même cadre de personaes, les guidelines accessibilité d'Orange en ont aussi, en français ! Elles sont d'avantages ciblés sur les handicaps et les besoins que cela peut entrainer mais on a quand même un contexte :)

#accessibility #accessibilité

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pompadourpink · 2 years ago

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Les autres pronoms

Possessive pronouns (mine, ours)

Masc. sg.: le mien, le tien, le sien, le nôtre, le vôtre, le leur

Fem. sg.: la mienne, la tienne, la sienne, la nôtre, la vôtre, la leur

Masc. pl.: les miens, les tiens, les siens, les nôtres, les vôtres, les leurs

Fem. pl.: les miennes, les tiennes, les siennes, les nôtres, les vôtres, les leurs

Ex: tu pensais que tu avais pris tes lunettes mais c'étaient les miennes - you thought you had taken your glasses but they were mine

Demonstrative pronouns

They replace demonstrative determiners followed by a noun

They can be one of three types: prepositional (c'est celle de Laure - it's Laure's), relative (les robes en soie sont celles que je préfère - silk dresses are the ones I prefer), or nominal (j'ajoute à cette lettre celle de mon fils - I add to this letter the one of my son).

Singular - celui (m), celle (f): celle en bleu - the blue one

Plural - ceux (m), celles (f): ceux-là sont mieux - those are better

Neutral - ceci - this (rare), cela - that, ça - this (short for cela): ça ira - that will be fine, c’/ce*: c’est un chien - this is a dog, ce sont des chats - those are cats

N.B. Adverbial particles -ci (short for ici) and -là are added to indicate the distance. Celui-ci means this one (close), celles-là those ones (far away).

*Do not mix up the masculine singular demonstrative determiner ce that is followed by a singular masculine noun (ce chat est blanc - this cat is white) and the demonstrative pronoun ce that is followed by est/sont (is/are) or a relative pronoun (c'est ce qu'il m'a dit - that is what he told me; ce sont les chaussures qu'il a choisies - those are the shoes he chose)

N.B. C'est is used with a noun: c'est un gentil garçon - he's a nice boy, an adverb: c'est si joli - it's so pretty, or a masculine singular adjective when talking about a situation or activity: c'est facile - it's easy. Il/Elle est is used with adjectives when talking about living beings or things: elle est grande - she's tall, in expressions: il était une fois - there one was, before a past participle: elle est partie - she's gone.

Relative pronouns

Relative pronouns represent the nouns placed in front of them

Que/qui

subject (qui), when talking about living beings or things and describing them, placed before a verb: la fille qui porte un pull rouge aime la glace - the girl that is wearing a red jumper likes ice cream

indirect object (qui), when talking about people, after a preposition, placed before either a determiner and a noun or a pronoun (la fille à qui tu as parlé aime la glace - the girl you talked to likes ice cream)

direct object (que), when talking about living beings or things, placed before either a determiner and a noun or a pronoun (la fille que tu aimes aime la glace - the girl you love likes ice cream)

Quoi

object, when talking about things, often vague (something, nothing): c’est ce à quoi j’ai pensé toute la journée - that is what I thought about all day long

Dont

possessive phrase (complément de nom): je bois dans une tasse dont la anse est cassée - I’m drinking from a mug that has a broken handle

indirect object, equivalent of "of which": le livre dont je t’ai parlé est sorti - the book I told you about is out

adjective object: les filles sont allées à un concert de Rihanna, dont elles sont fan: the girls have gone to a Rihana’s concert, whom they are fans of

Où

adverbial phrase of place: la chambre où je dors est la plus grande de la maison - the room I sleep in is the biggest in the house

adverbial place of time: septembre est le mois où je suis née - September is the month in which I was born

Compound relative pronouns

Auquel, duquel, lequel (marriage of prepositions à, de, le and of simple relative pronouns)

subject - rare, literary: j’ai appelé ma mère, laquelle m’a informée de ton accident - I called my mum who told me about your accident)

object, about things or animals: les chaises sous lesquelles je suis cachée sont en bois - the chairs under which I am hidden are made of wood; c’est l’endroit duquel il est parti - this is the place from which he left; les hommes auxquels elle parle sont allemands - the men she is talking to are German

Neutral relative pronouns

They are built by adding ce, which can be roughly translated as "the thing", to dont, que, qui and used when the antecedent isn't mentioned or when it's a clause often after a comma.

Ce qui is the subject of the verb that follow: je ne sais pas ce qui est tombé - I don’t know what fell down (word by word I don't know the thing that has fallen), j’ai eu un accident, ce qui explique pourquoi je suis en retard - I got in an accident, which explains why I’m late

Ce que or ce qu' is used as a direct object and is generally followed by a subject and a verb: ce que je te demande, c’est d’être à l’heure - what I’m asking you is to be on time (word by word the thing that I ask of you it is to be on time), c’est ce que je voulais dire - that’s what I meant

Ce dont is used as the preposition de’s object: ce dont j’ai peur, c’est qu’il revienne - what I'm afraid of is that he will come back (word by word the thing of which I'm afraid, it is that he comes back), c’est précisément ce dont je veux te parler - that is precisely what I want to talk to you about

N.B. To stress a point, we can use ce qui/que/dont + c’est/ce sont: ce qui me plaît le plus, c’est ta robe - what I most like is your dress.

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lisaalmeida · 1 year ago

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Les mots du silence sont des mots très rares qu'on ne trouve dans aucun livre, qui restent souvent coincés dans la poitrine, qui se glissent parfois jusque dans la gorge mais n'arrivent jamais dans la bouche...

Les mots du silence ne sont pas faits pour être entendus par les oreilles...

Les mots du silence se murmurent avec des gestes infimes et des mimiques immobiles.Ils se lisent avec les yeux fermés, s'écoutent avec le coeur, se gardent au fond de soi, dans la douceur des émotions...

Jacques Salomé

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Rosa virginiana simplex taken from 'Les Roses dessinées et enluminées d'après nature' by M. le Dr Roessig. Author - Carl Gottlob Rössig.

Published by Comptoir d'industrie.

Bibliothèque nationale de France, département Réserve des livres rares.

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selidren · 1 month ago

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Automne 1926 - Champs-les-Sims

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En y repensant, je me rends compte que dans ma panique, je n'ai même pas répondu aux éléments que tu mentionnais dans ta lettre. Excuse moi je t'en prie. J'ai bien reçu ta carte et j'avoue que voir ces musiciens m'a fait un peu rêvé. Je ne suis jamais vraiment sortie du village, et je suis allée à Paris quelques rares fois, mais Ange m'a promis qu'il m'emmènerait dans un club de jazz pour y voir un concert dès que je le pourrai. Et bien sur, j'ai été surprise d'apprendre pour le nouvel emploi de ta mère. J'avoue que je n'imaginais pas cela possible pour une femme. Grand-Mère a eu un commentaire un peu grognon, mais il faut l'excuser, c'est du à son âge.

Je suis aussi heureuse de voir tes frères et soeurs trouver leur voie. Chez nous, cela commence à prendre forme également. C'est étrange, car j'ai vraiment l'impression que nous étions encore en pleine enfance il y a quelques temps. Avec mon mariage, la sortie du premier livre de Cléo (dire que je ne l'ai même pas mentionné, je suis une piètre soeur !), les projets politiques d'Antoine et Sélène qui s'entraine pour le tournoi doubles dames de l'année prochaine, les projets vont bon train.

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Arsinoé « Attends Antoine ! Tu as fait la tête pendant presque toute la cérémonie. Il y a quelque chose qui ne va pas ? »

Marc-Antoine « Ce n’est pas vraiment le moment pour en parler. »

Arsinoé « Si, au contraire. Je te connais, si on ne crève pas l’abcès maintenant tu vas aller bouder dans ton coin puis faire comme si tout allait bien. Sans compter que… qu’est-ce que c’est que cette odeur ? »

Marc-Antoine « Pardon ? »

Arsinoé « Tu sens la poussière et le naphtalène à plein nez ! Mais où es-tu allé chercher ce costume ? Au fond du grenier ? »

Marc-Antoine « En fait, oui. Comme je n’avais pas de smoking à ma taille pour l’occasion, j’ai été chercher le costume de Grand-Père Maximilien dans les vieilles armoires. C’est le costume avec lequel il s’est marié. »

Arsinoé « C’est élégant, c’est certain. Mais tu aurais peut-être du le faire laver et repasser avant de le porter. Je ne serais pas étonnée de découvrir une colonie d’araignées dans une des poches. Il n’a pas été porté depuis… au moins cinquante ans ! »

Marc-Antoine « Cinquante et un ans précisément. Ce costume est un morceau d’histoire ! Et de toute façon, je ne l’ai trouvé que ce matin, alors Aurore n’aurait pas eu le temps de s’en occuper. »

Arsinoé « Grand-Mère sait que tu l’appelle Aurore maintenant ? »

Arsinoé « Ecoute, je sais que tu n’es pas ravi de ce mariage mais... »

Marc-Antoine « Mais quel euphémisme ! Bien sur que non ! Je croyais que tu ne voulais pas que Grand-Mère contrôle ta vie et regarde toi ! »

Arsinoé « Je n’avais pas précisément le choix. Et je ne pourrais rêver meilleur mari qu’Ange. »

Marc-Antoine « Et comme par hasard, ce mariage exhausse les rêves les plus précieux d’Eugénie Le Bris. Noé, j’ai l’impression que tu as été piégée... »

Arsinoé « Par ma bêtise oui certainement ! »

Marc-Antoine « J’apprécie beaucoup Ange, tu le sais, mais lui ne fréquente que des hommes ! Tu seras malheureuse comme les pierres ! »

Arsinoé « Il fréquente « majoritairement » des hommes. Et ce n’est pas le sujet. Au moins, ton neveu ou ta nièce aura un père. Oncle Adelphe dit que… »

Marc-Antoine « Je me fiche de ce que dit Oncle Adelphe. C’est à toi que je pense ! »

Arsinoé « Alors écoute moi un peu bon sang ! »

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