#logo boulangerie

[studiopapierchiffon]

BAKA • artisan bread

Conception d'un logo et d'une identité de marque pour une boulangerie-pâtisserie inspiré par la carte de tarot du Fou (le Mat dans le tarot de Marseille)

Le Fou représente l’innocence, l’aventure et le nouveau départ. Il est souvent illustré comme un personnage joyeux, avançant sans crainte vers l’inconnu, un baluchon sur l’épaule et un chien à ses côtés, symbole de loyauté ou d’instinct. Parfois, il est au bord d’une falaise, suggérant qu’il s’apprête à faire un saut dans l’inconnu.

[ct-multifandom]

Big day for annoying people (me)

The two new eps of ML were good? Like wow it’s been great so far except ep 3 was comparatively a flop imo. Werepapas was so, idk, enticing lore-wise but I don’t have much to say that other people haven’t except that they’re clearly NOT neglecting past plot points, making the tone too silly goofy all the time, nor retconning important stuff like some people worried they would. We have been FED. I’m sure Felix is involved in that ring bs somehow, but idk if his intentions are pure or not.

Warning for the only salty thing I’m gonna say on this post: I’m so tired of going into the fandom tag and seeing people whining about “bad writing” problems that literally never happened based entirely on their own incorrect predictions they made up to make themselves mad. Ugh anyway. This post is gonna be about small details I latched onto in Daddycop!

We got to see glimpses of Sabrina and Max’s rooms this ep! Max’s room looks like a Star Trek spaceship but the books on his bookshelf are kinda giving those reference books at the library of like, archived government documents or research papers iykwim whereas the books in Alya’s room look like manga. An interesting thing I noticed in Sabrina’s room is that she has a line of framed certificates on the wall, maybe academic awards or something similar

Did they ever say if Markov can see Kaalki or not? I’m sure they will eventually but idk which option I like better. It’d be cute if they were friends but it’d be pretty funny if he had to watch Max talk to the secret floating ghost who lives with them now and not question it

List of things Sabrina dumps in the trash: yellow nail polish, the brooch Chloe gifted to her/bribed her with in season 1, the cat ear headband from her Chat Noir cosplay when she and Chloe were roleplaying as him and Ladybug in season 3, a beret, maybe the one Chloe tried to bribe her with in s1, Chloe-style sunglasses, a Queen Bee doll, a photo of them together in the old animation, and a mug/tumbler? Maybe a gift from her as well idk maybe they’re selling Queen Bee-themed Stanley cups over there.

:((((( Aw Sabrina nooo I hate seeing her so sad and the way she lied to her dad so he would think she’s happy and has friends

I think this might be the first time the show referred to Fire Captain Hessenpy by name?

Marinette’s scooter has the T+S logo on it and a sticker that says Boulangerie Paris

Between eps 2 and 4 I’m getting the sense that Sabrina uses Miss Hound as an escape kinda like CN where she feels like she can become instantly likeable, trustworthy, helpful, and useful through the inherent credibility of being a superhero. She has anonymity, can sort of start over on a blank slate, and is automatically implied to be a good person since Ladybug entrusted her. I’m guessing we’re gonna see more of that blank slate idea with other characters and what they’ll do with it, but it’s telling that Sabrina decides to transform to resolve people’s minor inconveniences, especially when she’s feeling bad about herself. It’s like she’s proving a point to herself but also giving herself something productive to do.

The GIRLS Ahhhhh let’s go lesbians

Noticing a clear absence of Alix. Ik the special implied she has to keep hiding in the burrow from Lila but she’s all normal-looking in the intro and they can’t shelve her forever. I feel like something is gonna change to make her be able to return.

^^^ ALSO she’s the only hero with zero design updates and my theory is that the purpose of that is so she can do contrived time nonsense like going back to earlier seasons and going forward without contradicting anything or revealing which time period she’s actually from

I gotta say the side character writing has progressively been better and better throughout the show. Atp they really feel like actual people with their own opinions and motivations. In the early days they felt more like lovable NPCs who talked occasionally but now they’re real characters? With free will? I feel like I just watched Pinocchio get turned into a real boy

The pro-healthy eating censorship/propaganda/whatever in this show is so funny omg. Juleka: I brought fruit tea Mylene: wow that’s so much better than the sugary soda we had last time LMAO. To balance out Rose holding a bag of popcorn they gave Zoe two burlap sacks full of oranges which tbf I’d rather snack on those during a movie than popcorn but still. I saw a vid recently about gravity falls adding random bowls of fruit next to characters eating junk food because they were getting flagged as promoting unhealthy habits. I keep thinking about that moment in Ikari Gozen when Mari asks Kagami out for “juice” when any normal teen would���ve said “coffee” like nope no caffeine in my good Christian miraculous

Love Kagami being a pretentious film nerd go hang out with Nino

RED ALERT YOU GUYS Mylene has an inclusive pride flag pin on her overall strap. Like the rainbow flag with the trans triangle and the black stripe. It’s not subtle or anything it’s just right there wow. Damn

The pin above it reminds me of Timebreaker’s logo. I wonder what some of these pins mean

Ok last season they seem to have established that Sabrina became friends with Marc and Nathaniel who were both explicit Sabrina Supporters since their akuma episodes, so it feels sort of convenient that they were written out of the narrative for this ep. I do see the whole Girl Squad thing and how she feels excluded when all the girls in the group hang out together without her, doing traditional girl things like movie night sleepovers, so I do think it’s totally valid. Her having absolutely zero friends is hyperbolized though.

On that note I have to wonder if the school might have several lunch periods because none of the male characters expect Adrien and Nino were there. Or maybe they just stage the scene with whoever is convenient. They might have flexible lunch schedules and all the other characters are off somewhere else.

Rose mentioned a girl whose name I didn’t recognize and after rewinding i can’t tell what she said. Aglie? New character? Maybe she’s that black girl with pink hair who was sitting with Adrien, Nino, and Sublime at lunch

KAGAMI AND ONDINE ARE CANONICALLY FRIENDS this is like the Superbowl for me. I’m so excited for Sleeping/Princess Syren I need to see her.

God the girls were so messy in that scene where they didn’t want to invite Sabrina lol I kinda love it I can’t even be mad

Zoe, your lab safety is atrocious. Not only are you taking your goggles off while still in the lab, but then you *leave the room* and *touch someone* with your gloves still on?! Diabolical. What are they even doing, soldering computer chips?

Marinette when I catch you Marinette

Roger’s relationship with Sabrina is actually so cute even though he’s kinda misguided as a person GOD when he’s on his way to console his crying daughter and Lila enters his mind space and he’s cradling his arms like he’s clearly seeing her as his baby 🥺 nobody talk to me

Alexa play I bet on losing dogs by mitski. Myyyy baby my baby…

We got a glimpse of the baddest bitch in Paris Xavier Ramier I’m so happy

Sabrina shapeshifted her necklace into a brooch. Huh. I guess you can just do that

The power of believing in herself allowed her to yassify her own character design into a cuter and more fashionable superhero! This is basically just like real life if you think about it

Her ball has a doggy nose on it awww

Lila telling Roger to turn around so she could back him up and fire the anti akuma was badass okay

I’m not sold on the loud ass makeup they have a lot of the characters wearing so I’m glad we got to see the girls with clean faces at the end there. Wow they look so normal! I’m also loving the pajama designs. I had to pause and look at all of them.

Zoe had to stop and hit Sabrina with that rizz stare to make sure Sabrina wouldn’t be coming up with any platonic explanations for her behavior

I never thought I’d say these words, but I think a love triangle between Sabrina, Zoe, and Max would be fun. Imagine Zoe is into Sabrina, Sabrina isn’t exactly catching the hint and sees Zoe as a really nice friend, Sabrina kinda likes Max, and Max is like damn these bitches gay. Good for them.

The end card is so baby omg

I TOLD YOU GUYS Sabrina was gonna get a makeover and people were like uH No iTs JUsT An aNimATioN eRroR oF a ScRApPEd DeSiGn girl why the hell would they leave a scrapped design in the intro, and there’s no way they would accidentally not notice that much less repeat it

Mark my words white haired Caprikid is not an error either he’s real and he’s gonna collect all the chaos emeralds to get that way

A new diabolical twink has hit the scene. Ray’s pompous ass immediately reminded me of Preminger from Barbie. He looks like he rides horses. Like he tells people he’s into sports but then you find out the sport is just horse riding. Immediately invested. Who is this diva. I want him to get hit by a bus.

Ooooo Zoe was up to some Delinquent Shit in America this is so juicy. I looove when suspiciously perfect characters get revealed to be secretly fucked up that’s the best. I’ve always loved those types of headcanons, that she was expelled from her last school and moved to a different country all of a sudden for her mom’s PR. If you think about it, that’s exactly what happened to Chloe damn. Daughter commits PR disaster, do zero parenting about it, relocate daughter far away to start over with little consequence! I wanna see some parallels. I feel like she made it sound like she moved because she was getting bullied at her old school, but what if that was a lie, or at least a partial lie? You know shit’s serious when the exposition is in the post-post-endcard scene

The pacing of these episodes has been satisfying compared to previous seasons, especially 5. They aren’t trying to shove too much in, but there’s still a lot happening and fiiiinally a nice mix of plot and fighting. I was getting irritated by how rushed a lot of the fights were last season like might as well just not have them at all

Late edit: back to the pajamas because I forgot to analyze them, I have noticed that Juleka’s pants have bats on them :) frickin bats. They also have like… a crescent moon with something sitting on it? idk what that is. It’s like a pattern of cute spooky Halloween imagery. But the pants and her black lace tank top versus Rose’s sparkly pink unicorn onesie is adorb.

Zoe has a yellow tank and seems to be wearing her usual leggings under running shorts um? Outside clothes in bed? And her pink slides give the whole thing a sans undertale vibe. Oh what the fuck why do the feet of her tights have individual toes lmao. The horror. I hate it.

I can’t tell what Mylene is wearing except a black t-shirt that might have something white on it. OMG EDIT 2 ITS IVAN’S T-SHIRT FROM HIS OLD DESIGN YOU GUYS SHES WEARING HER BF’S OLD BAND TEE AS PAJAMAS. This is headline news myvan nation. She has maybe pink shorts and her slippers look like Uggs.

Kagami’s silk pjs look luxurious. I love how her clothes this season went from just preppy to being very obviously EXPENSIVE like she’s blending in with the gang but she’s still clearly rich af.

Sabrina’s pjs are a classic set with her usual argyle pattern on them. 10/10 would give her a warm glass of milk and read her a bedtime story. I wonder what she needs eye drops for because she told Roger she needs to pack them.

Excited to see more yay! I love the little details. It’s kinda a bummer that Sabrina spent most of her hero focus ep sobbing but we ball (see what I did there) and the end was so cutesy. So excited to probably watch episode 11 before episode 6

[samstrachowski]

La Boulangerie Provencal Logo

[sofiia-designs]

BW logo and color logo for bakery (La boulangerie Provençal)

[newdleboy]

                    MIRACULOUS LADYBUG AU

MK and his dad moved to Paris; his dad (Shixing) opened a noodle shop there. They picked Paris because of the popularity of Chinese cuisine. MK also designed the logo for the noodle shop!

The name of the shop: Pigsy's Noodles (小猪的面条), was chosen as a way for Shixing to reclaim a horrible nickname he had growing up.

He helps out with the shop by delivering orders. He used to miss school occasionally to do this when the shop was new. Now that it's a little more established, he's not the only one doing deliveries.

His other dad, Tang, is a professor in Chinese Mythology, leaning heavily on Journey to the West. Due to this, MK has a lot of knowledge on these myths! He'll happily tell anyone who wants to know.

Tang did not initially come with them to Paris, due to a huge argument that he had with Shixing. Their relationship is now incredibly strained and MK is doing what he can to try and fix it.

MK can come off as kinda spacey and like he doesn't listen much as he's usually wearing his headphones. This is because he gets overstimulated very easily.

Had a really hard time making friends at first; he just wasn't sure how to talk to everyone.

Deffs got akumatized in the beginning because of it; his akumatized form was called Jammer. His music made everyone around him start fighting because if he couldn't make friends, no one would have friends. The akuma was hidden in his headphones and he was of course eventually defeated by Ladybug and Cat Noir.

He's doing much better now, a little more outspoken and chaotic than he was when he first arrived now that he's more comfortable with his peers.

Eventually holds the Monkey Miraculous, and goes by the name Kid Monkey. He replaces Kim because of the fact that his secret identity is not known by Shadow Moth and that puts them at an advantage!

Probably got re-akumatized a few times before getting the miraculous - he's a very emotional boy!!!

Most likely spends most of his free time at school in the art room doodling or painting. (I have a wip playlist for what he listens to when he is in there and focusing!)

MK speaks three languages: Mandarin, French and English!

When MK is doodling, it's usually flowers or scenery/ background drawings, but he can draw people really well. He's drawn most of his classmates at least once - usually gives them the drawing afterwards!

Plays a lot of video games in his free time out of school if he isn't wandering around Paris on his scooter. He makes a lot of effort to at least try and figure out his way around. Still gets lost almost all the time. He knows how to get to exactly three places from his home: The noodle shop, school and the Boulangerie Patisserie. He really likes baked goods!!!

[gastronominho]

American Cookies apresentam o Crookie

Sobremesa viral das redes sociais ganha versão na rede paulista de doces

Sobremesa viral das redes sociais ganha versão na rede paulista de doces Recentemente, as redes virtuais foram tomadas por uma nova sobremesa, que logo viralizou: o Crookie. O doce é um croissant recheado com massa de cookie, criado pelo francês Stéphane Louvard na boulangerie Maison Louvard, em Paris. Mas para que mais pessoas conheçam o Crookie, a American Cookies apresenta a sua versão do…

[boulangeriestmethode]

Cap sur le bio

Par Isabelle Huot, docteure en nutrition

English text below

La demande pour les aliments biologiques est en croissance. Désirant adopter une alimentation éco-responsable, les consommateurs recherchent de plus en plus les aliments certifiés biologiques. Manger bio est-il nécessairement meilleur pour la santé ? On fait le point !

Le bio en quelques mots

Pour porter l’appellation bio, l’aliment doit répondre à un cahier des charges spécifique.

L’appellation garantit l’absence :

d’engrais, de pesticides et d’herbicides chimiques ou de synthèse

de semences issues d’OGM

d’antibiotiques et d’hormones de croissances pour l’élevage

de farine animale dans la diète du bétail et de la volaille

de bâtiments fermés qui favorisent la surpopulation animale

de colorants chimiques, d'additifs de synthèse, d’agents de conservation et de colorants artificiels dans les produits transformés

En mettant ces normes de l’avant, les agriculteurs et éleveurs valorisent:

l’entretien des champs de façon mécanique ou thermique

le renforcement des sols via des techniques écologiques, comme la rotation des cultures et l’usage d’engrais naturels

les thérapies alternatives ou le retrait de l’animal si l’usage d’antibiotiques est nécessaire

une diète biologique aux animaux

de grands espaces pour l’élevage

Il va sans dire que la santé des consommateurs, la santé de la planète et le bien-être des animaux sont au cœur des valeurs de l'alimentation biologique.

Les organismes de certification

Au Québec, pour obtenir l'appellation “biologique” sur un produit, le CARTV (Conseil des Appellations Réservées et des Termes Valorisants) a accrédité 6 organismes de certification : Ecocert Canada, Letis S.A., Québec-Vrai, Pro-Cert Organic, QAI et TCO Cert.  Recherchez les logos “Aliments du Québec - Bio” ou “ Aliments préparés au Québec - Bio”.

L’alimentation biologique, un meilleur choix pour la santé ?

Les avantages de l’agriculture biologique pour l’environnement sont bien établis alors que les bénéfices pour la santé sont moins clairs.  Si certaines études montrent un léger avantage sur certaines vitamines et antioxydants, les données sont peu nombreuses. Chose certaine, choisir de manger bio c’est un geste qui s’inscrit dans l’alimentation durable et qui est assurément un excellent choix pour la protection de l’environnement.

Un vaste choix

Au Québec, on compte plus de 3400 producteurs qui ont des produits certifiés biologiques et ce, dans toutes les catégories de produits. Ayant à cœur la santé de la planète, Boulangerie St-Méthode innove en lançant une gamme de 3 pains certifiés biologiques. Les pains La Récolte de St-Méthode au Kamut, intégral et multi-céréales avec blé germé, certifiés par Ecocert et Aliments préparés au Québec bio, sont sans OGM et végétaliens. Une gamme qui plaira assurément aux consommateurs soucieux de l’avenir de la planète.

En résumé

L’alimentation biologique est en pleine croissance

Manger bio nous permet de réduire notre empreinte écologique, de s'assurer du bien-être des animaux et de protéger l’environnement

La certification biologique implique le respect d’un cahier des charges rigoureux

6 organismes de certification sont reconnus par le CARTV

Boulangerie St-Méthode innove en lançant trois pains certifiés biologiques sous la gamme La Récolte de St-Méthode

Spotlight on Organic Foods

By Isabelle Huot, Ph. D.

The demand for organic foods is on the rise. Striving to adopt an eco-friendly diet, consumers are increasingly seeking out certified organic foods. Is “eating organic” necessarily better for your health? Let’s have a look…

Organics in brief

To be designated organic, a food product must meet several clearly defined specifications.

The organic label guarantees an absence of:

chemical or synthetic fertilizers, pesticides, and herbicides

GMOs in seeds

antibiotics and growth hormones for breeding

animal flour in livestock and poultry diets

closed buildings that contribute to animal overpopulation

chemical colours, synthetic additives, preservatives, and artificial colours in processed foods

In applying these norms, farmers and ranchers favour:

mechanical or thermal field maintenance

soil reinforcement via ecological techniques, like crop rotation and the use of natural fertilizers

alternative therapies or animal withdrawal if the use of antibiotics is required

an organic diet for animals

large breeding spaces

It goes without saying that consumers’ health, the health of the planet, and animal well-being are all core values of organic agriculture.

Certifying bodies

In Quebec, the CARTV (Conseil des Appellations Réservées et des Termes Valorisants / Reserved Designations and Added-Value Claims Council) has accredited 6 certification bodies to label products as “organic”: Ecocert Canada, Letis S.A., Québec-Vrai, Pro-Cert Organic, QAI, and TCO Cert. Look for the “Aliments du Québec – Bio” or “Aliments préparés au Québec – Bio” logos.

An Organic Diet… a Healthier Choice?

The environmental advantages of organic agriculture are well-established, while the benefits on health are less clear. While certain studies show a slight advantage regarding certain vitamins and antioxidants, data is limited. One thing is sure, choosing to eat organic is a practice that goes hand in hand with a sustainable diet… and is without a doubt an excellent way to help protect the environment.

A Wide Choice

In Quebec, there are over 3,400 producers of certified organic products, covering every product category. Deeply committed to the health of the planet, St-Méthode Bakery has innovated by launching a range of 3 certified organic breads. The Kamut, Integral, and Multi-cereal with Sprouted Wheat breads in the La Récolte de St-Méthode range—certified by Ecocert and as Aliments préparés au Québec Bio—are GMO-free and vegan. It’s a range that’s sure to please consumers concerned with the future of our planet.

Summing up

Organic foods are on the rise.

Organic eating means reducing your eco-footprint, ensuring animals’ well-being, and protecting the environment.

Organic certification involves respecting a rigorously defined set of specifications.

The CARTV has recognized 6 certification organizations.

St-Méthode Bakery has innovated by launching three certified organic breads in the La Récolte de St-Méthode range.

[viexon66]

there’s a boulangerie near me and it’s very French. There’s nothing more I love than being able to buy a freshly made baguette nearby. their logo is a classic black and gold.

I’d do it more often if I had more money.

[fleurdclacour]

vikrums​:

      “E nem você.” Riu nervoso referindo-se ao fato de que estava desesperado por um rosto amigo por toda aquela noite, completamente azarado em tudo o que tentava fazer ou conversar. Ninguém parecia tão interessado nos assuntos de antes e as conversas sobre fulano e ciclano que pareciam depreciar a festa o rondavam e pressionavam como se ele quisesse mesmo ser esmagado por ideologias. Olhou para as próprias roupas uma vez, mas não retrucou com o elogio, ainda mais sob o encanto natural da amiga. Estava mesmo bem vestido e falhar em como se apresentava era irrecusável. “Demorou apenas uma prova para ficar bom. Aposto que foi o mesmo com o seu vestido. No dia em que Fleur Delacour aparecer mal arrumada estou perdido.” Brincou, andando ao lado dela e assentindo algumas vezes. “É exatamente disso que preciso. Aliás, acho que sua companhia vai me ajudar muito a conseguir uns bons olheiros para os próximos jogos. Veelas conseguem muito o que querem, certo?” Disse baixinho para não divulgar muito o que não era tão segredo assim da parte de Fleur, e que tinha efeito até mesmo sobre ele que não se lembrava de ter dito ‘não’ uma vez sequer para a loira. “A decoração, os lustres… Parece tudo muito bem pensado.” Pararam de frente para uma estátua e Viktor a encarou desconfiado, sem saber se os rumores falavam a verdade sobre. “Ouvi dizer que elas têm todas passagens secretas. Quer escrever uma novidade para a matéria? Aposto que muita gente vai querer saber os segredos do Ministério.” Abaixou a cabeça lateralmente para estudar melhor o gesso de enfeite, sem saber que escultura era aquela exatamente. “Mas precisa cantar e eu não canto.” Quase a desafiava ali, ficando um pouco mais animado com a ideia de fugir para outro lugar.

Viktor tinha alguns pontos importantes e similares com Fleur - eles dois, assim como Harry Potter, haviam vivido mais situações traumatizantes do que a maioria das pessoas. E isso definitivamente não tinha nada de bom. Esconder aquilo era difícil, mas ambos ainda mantinham os sorrisos educados em público - ainda que os break downs acontecessem em crises intensas longe das câmeras e dos olhares curiosos. “Eu já te disse, mon amour, você deverrria modelarrrr, as roupas ficam ótimas em você” ela ajeitou o paletó dele antes de voltar a acompanha-lo. Deu um riso acerca de seu próprio vestido e assentiu - sua avó nunca permitiu que ela andasse mal vestida, nem mesmo para ir fazer compras em uma boulangerie, quem dirá em um evento como aquele. “Ahhhhh, então esse é o motivo de gostarrr da minha companhia, Viktorr? Porque eu sempre consigo o que eu quero?” Ela arqueou as sobrancelhas em uma provocação na direção dele e logo deu uma risada divertida, segurando no braço do amigo enquanto andavam. Aproximou um pouco o rosto de seu ouvido “Mas você tem rrrazão, é um bom motivo. Vamos converrrsar com uns olheiros. E com umas damas, sim? Você está precisando de uma namorrrada” Fleur provocou com uma risadinha e logo voltou a se afastar, e balançou a cabeça “Você pega uma champanhe prrra mim, porr favorrr?” Pediu, sabendo que ele provavelmente não lhe negaria. Acompanhou o olhar e o interesse pela decoração, curiosa com o que ele queria dizer acerca daquilo. Os olhos brilharam quando Viktor falou que deveriam cantar para revelar alguma coisa - apesar de ter tido de amadurecer muito cedo, mas algumas coisas muito simples ainda faziam seus olhos brilharem e o coração palpitar. Ela sorriu para a escultura diante deles e passou a cantarolar uma música que vinha escutando diariamente, como um mantra. “Non, rien de rien. Non, je ne regrette rien. Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait. Ni le mal, tout ça m'est bien égal!”estava prestes a continuar quando a decoração começou a se mexer e uma passagem se revelou, fazendo o sorriso aumentar ainda mais, assim como o olhar arregalado que alternava entre a passagem e Viktor Krum.

[bergaudnicolas]

[adelsa-bakery]

Boulangerie te maison . . . . . #boulangerie #boulanger #baker #bakery #adelsa_bakery #maison #home #house #logo #pic #life #follow #like #real #food #bread #dessert #yummy #eat #cut (presso Chiswick, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLw_dvzlJdr/?igshid=1o9nmv4pmtv62

[gentil-minou]

Batter Up, Buttercup - Chapter 3: Save the Last Chance

prpr post-Glaciator 2.0 Fic where Adrien is stupid jealous of Buttercup.

Link to Ao3

Special thanks to @wysteriatheshipper and @deinde-prandium for the beta! Also yes this is nearly 3 months late but I bring you Plagg and Nino shenanigans heheh.

Chapter Summary: Adrien struggles with his desire to support his lady's love while battling an ugly green monster and his less than helpful friends.

AKA: Plagg and Nino are the opposite of helpful.

Preview:

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Buttercup, standing in front of the boulangerie, regarding the logo Marinette thoughtfully designed with an ugly sneer on his faceless maw.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Buttercup, resting a stupid, clammy hand inappropriately low on his lady’s back while wearing a fake gentlemen’s smile that reeks of insincerity.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Marinette, sweet wonderful precious Marinette, flashing a breathtaking grin that could purify any akuma, excited to show Buttercup her home, ignorant of the disdain in his eyes as the fiend plots the best ways to rip apart her family's business into tiny shreds.

Thud thud thud.

Stupid ugly smelly asshole Buttercup, bending down as his lady leans up, her perfect pretty pink lips pursed ready to meet—

THUD THUD THUD.

"Think you made a dent with that one."

Adrien groans, resting his head on the cool metal surface of his locker. This isn’t the first time he’s wished Plagg was a little less nosy and sarcastic as he is, but it is one of the first times he finds himself wishing his kwami would be just a little less present. Typically whenever Plagg leaves on his various excursions as a chronic ne’er-do-well, Adrien would at least have a passing thought as to what mischievousness his kwami might be up to. He might even, dare he say it, miss him.

Not right now though. Right now, he wishes his little shit of a god gave him just a teensy bit of privacy so he could wallow in this fresh misery in peace. Especially right now as the remains of his shattered heart lie on the floor and he wrestles with the conviction he’d been clinging tightly to, the one he uses to keep his feelings at bay while stepping aside and supporting his lady in her love instead of his.

But no, instead Plagg uses one of his many masterful skills of chaos and mayhem to ignore Adrien’s glare. He hovers in front of the spot his holder has been acquainting himself with for the past who knows how long. Adrien watches his kwami with a scowl as Plagg delightfully announces, "Ooh yeah, that's a big mark! I'm impressed with your vandalism skills, kid."

A flurry of fear and apprehension races up Adrien’s spine as he rushes to check, the thought of getting in trouble and being sent to The Principal’s Office (in all of Adrien’s musing on school life and extensive manga reading, this was the one place he’d be happy to avoid) momentarily shoving aside all thoughts of stomping on stupid yellow flowers with ugly, gross, smelly sneers.

His locker’s surface is as smooth as anything that’s been handed down from one generation of rowdy teenagers to the next could be (which is to say it’s fine and not dented at all and Plagg you little shit).

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The Early Bird Catches the Butterfly [Henri “Papillon” Charrière] - Pt. 1

pairing: Henri “Papillon” Charrière x OFC

summary: When the early bird and the night owl meet at the break of dawn, how long can they survive together in the light of day?

author’s note: Here is yet another contribution to the Papillon fandom. There will be a part two to this coming out next week. I hope you all enjoy this!

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It all started at Amélie’s Boulangerie. The morning sun began to stretch over the horizon marking the beginning of a new day after a particularly long night. Papillon, still dressed in his clothes from the night before, found himself stumbling through the streets of Paris, his new home.

He had woken up half an hour ago between a half-dressed cocktail waitress and a half a bottle of the most expensive wine he’d ever had before.

Not a bad way to wake up.

He was one of the few people left behind in the extravagant party hall and he decided he’d better get home and freshen up for a new day.

He was just getting settled in the city, learning the ins and outs of the new business he had found himself shuffled into, like a single card in a deck in the hands of a blackjack dealer. He felt tossed around by people who wanted his attention and people whose attention he needed if he was gonna make a life here.

Nevertheless, it was a fantastic party with fantastic alcohol, fantastic women, and fantastic new contacts. That’s what Papillon reminisced on while he ran his hands through his messy hair, fixing it to his liking in the reflective surface of the silver platter that was left behind on a table nearby. He smoothed out his clothes and headed off into the quiet morning, fully intending to go back home.

He lit himself a cigarette, a habit he’d picked up in the countryside, one that only got worse when he moved to the city. It was hard not to when everyone around him was doing it. It’s how men bonded. It’s how the men he wanted to be like bonded.

Letting out the smoke in a controlled stream, Papillon took in the morning air that was disturbed by nothing but his presence. It was serene, quiet. Papillon assimilated to the tranquility, sauntering with one hand in his pocket and the other gripping his cigarette. The quiet clacking of his shoes against the pavement echoed in the air around him and he let himself exhale another puff of smoke.

He could finally hear himself breathe. Papillon didn’t realize how much he’d missed that sound until now. Sometimes the constant chatter, the boisterous laughter and the crashing of glass that was somehow always a guest at every party got too be too much after a while.

Papillon scoffed, he never thought he’d feel that way. He hated the countryside so much but he rarely had mornings like these to remind himself what he’d left behind. Still, he would never trade this life for that one.

There was a light breeze that ruffled Papillon’s hair, that sent the lapels of his blazer flapping about momentarily and carried the smell of warm pastries and coffee to his nose. His stomach rumbled at the intrusion and it had Papillon searching for the source of the smell.

He didn’t have to look very far. To his left, just a few feet away sat Amélie’s Boulangerie.

It was a small little cafe perched at the corner of the street. It was a white building with the company’s pastel pink logo in the front.

Papillon had been down this street thousands of times and never caught sight of the bakery. Maybe because he was always out here at night and Amélie’s Boulangerie was reserved for the early birds.

Coffee and a pastry did sound delicious right about now though. Papillon found the placement of the bakery to be convenient. After owls like himself prowled around the area in the late hours of the night, it was nice to find something that made it easier to get up the following morning.

Taking a final drag from his cigarette and flicking the remainder of it into the street, Papillon headed towards the bakery, the delicious scents only getting more and more pungent.

There was a little bell that rang when he opened the door and it rung throughout the small vicinity of the place. There was a counter with a register on top and a glass case full of fluffy, delightful pastries all the way from croissants to danishes to tarts.

Papillon’s stomach grumbled again as the smell of the baked goods and the coffee blended together perfectly in the air.

“Coming!” he heard from somewhere behind the counter.

Papillon craned his neck, noticing a door behind the counter that was slightly ajar. He stepped towards the glass case getting a better look at the products that were on display. His eye caught some croissants and even some danishes. Maybe he’d buy some for later.

It was just as Papillon was standing straight up again that she came bustling out of the back, hastily dusting off the white apron tied around her waist. Her dress was almost as pink as the sign out front and her smile was as bright as her eyes. Her curly hair was pulled back into a low ponytail that did little to perturb the rebellious way they sprung about wherever they pleased.

Papillon’s eyes locked onto her form as she made her way to the register. She was shorter than him, but the confidence in her smile made her presence fill up the entire room and it sent the left side of his mouth upwards.

“Good morning,” she greeted him kindly once she stood in front of him.

“Good morning.” His voice rumbled in his chest now, like a cheshire cat purring in delight as his crosshairs were immediately set on her.

“What can I get for you?”

“Let me get a croissant and a cup of coffee,” he replied, digging into his pocket.

Papillon watched as she typed the prices into the register before reporting his total. It didn’t matter. The bill he handed her was enough to cover that and then some.

“Throw in a couple of those apple danishes too,” he added.

Papillon didn’t miss the way her brown, doe-like eyes widened slightly at the sight of the bill — they were almost the colour of whisky: brown with a touch of translucency when the morning light hit them

She played it off, typing in the price of the rest of his order before she opened up the cash compartment of the register and handed his change back to him.

“Please, make yourself comfortable” she offered, gesturing to the long, empty counter with a few seats perched underneath it.

Papillon thanked her as he did just that. He watched her glide around behind the counter, grabbing a plate from one cabinet and a cup and saucer for his coffee in the other. She hovered around the intricate, metal coffee machine for a little while, making sure his coffee was going right into the cup before turning around with a white plate in her hand and pulling out the fluffiest croissant from the display case.

Papillon’s lip quirked up at the gesture and his smirk only widened when she had placed the cup of coffee and croissant right in front of him.

“How do you take it?” she nodded towards the coffee.

“Black is just fine,” he assured her.

She smiled at him, “I hope you enjoy it.”

“Thank you,” Papillon told her sincerely.

She grabbed a brown bag from underneath the counter and some wrapping paper before heading over to the display case again. Papillon watched her over his coffee cup as he drank, noticing how she, once again, picked out the best of the selection. This was evidently the perk of being the first customer of the day.

“Nice to know there’s another early bird around here,” she said as she placed the first danish down onto some paper to wrap it up in.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” he mused before taking a bite of his still warm croissant.

“How else would you put it?” she asked as she began carefully wrapping up each individual pastry and putting them in the brown bag.

“Late to the party but early for breakfast,” he replied.

“Still early,” she quipped with a small smile.

Papillon breathed out a laugh before he could stop himself. He pulled his cup of coffee up to his mouth, drinking for a prolonged amount of time, almost embarrassed that he’d done that.

“This is good coffee,” he commented.

“Thank you,” her voice was warm. “I hope the croissant is just as good.”

“It’s even better,” he assured her.

He watched as her smile grew at the compliment, “I’m glad you like them.”

He did, but Papillon wasn’t sure what he liked more: the coffee, the croissant, or her.

Papillon still hadn’t figured out the answer to that question despite being back several more times. It became a routine now: wake up the morning after a party, fix himself up — he now carried a comb for his hair, he’d pop a stick of gum in his mouth — and head off to Amélie’s Boulangerie. He’d have a few minutes to himself on his morning stroll over but once he was in the bakery, all of his attention was on her.

He ordered the same thing every day: black coffee with a croissant and some dessert for later. Those apple danishes he ordered the first time he came around were better than any other dessert he’d ever had. They were perfectly warm and stuffed with filling that oozed out the other end whenever he took a bite. Once he finished them, he was desperate to go back for more.

She eventually learned to be ready for his arrival, coffee and croissant practically waiting for him on the counter when he walked in, right in front of his usual seat.

“Why don’t you sit and have a cup of coffee with me?” he told her one morning.

“I wish I could,” she told him with an apologetic smile, “But I still have some cleaning up to do in the back.”

Papillon relented.

However, the next day, he ordered two cups of coffee and two croissants.

“Meeting a friend?” she asked him.

“She’s already here,” he quirked a brow at her.

She gave him a look, trying to counter his know-it-all smirk, but the glimmers of joy were sparkling through her eyes. She shook her head once before turning towards the coffee machine.

“Sit down,” she told him and her tone of voice told him she’d give in just this once.

And once was all Papillon needed.

She made two cups of coffee this time; hers diluted with some warm milk. She put two croissants on two plates, putting the fluffier one in front of Papillon.

She sat next to him and he couldn’t stop the smile forming on his face. 

Each of them had a sip of coffee before Papillon said, “See, isn’t this nice? Taking a break from all the hard work.”

Every time Papillon came in, he always noticed how she’d come rushing out from the back, sometimes covered in flour, other times wiping her hair away from her face as she was huffing out her breaths, and other times she would be sweeping up the floor in the front. She never stopped working.

“It’s okay,” she shrugged, feigning dissatisfaction. She bit into her croissant to hide her smirk and Papillon mirrored her action.

“Give it a few more minutes. It’ll be good for you to sit down for a little while,” he advised her playfully. “Is this your bakery?”

“It was my grandmother’s,” she told him, “My mother ran it for a little bit when my grandmother died, but she passed away a short while ago.”

Papillon’s heart softened, “I’m sorry.”

She put on the best smile she could before changing the subject. “I don’t get many well-dressed men coming into the bakery at this hour,” she commented, “Where are you coming from?”

“A business meeting that ran late,” he replied.

“A business meeting,” she parroted, skeptical. “Seems more like a party,” she nodded to the clock in the corner. It was just approaching seven in the morning.

“A little bit of both,” he shrugged, meeting her skeptical stare with a nonchalant one.

“Must be an interesting line of work,” she commented. “I’m sure time slips away from you at these business parties.”

“It happens, yeah.”

“That would explain why you come in before we’re even open,” she told him before sipping on her coffee again, watching his reaction over the rim of the cup.

Papillon’s eyebrows pulled together in confusion as he looked towards the door. “The door was unlocked.”

“I forgot to lock it that morning,” she confessed, eyes stuck on the beige liquid in her white coffee cup. “You came in and I didn’t have the heart to turn you away,” she played it off, shrugging nonchalantly.

“Is that what happened?” Papillon questioned, that cheeky smirk appearing on his face again as he kept his eyes locked on her and her now shy look.

“Exactly,” she confirmed. “You looked out of place, like a lost little puppy and who am I to kick a lost puppy to the curb?” Her spark shone through despite her timidness.

“Is that why you kept the door unlocked?” He was careful as he inched forward a little closer to her, the smell of the bakery clinging to her.

“Like I said, I just didn’t have the heart.” If she noticed him moving towards her, she didn’t say anything, didn’t bat an eye, or twitch a limb.

“Come out with me tonight.”

Her brows raised slightly in surprise. “Where?”

“A business party.”

“I didn’t think outsiders would be allowed at business parties.”

“They usually allow a plus one.”

She paused, eyeing him, eyes flickering between his smirk that was quickly becoming a full-blown smile and his eyes. “You think it’s that easy?”

“I’m willing to bet my chances are good.”

“Is that what you do at these business parties? Gamble?”

“I choose not to get my hands dirty with that,” he feigned innocence although she was surmising he was anything but. “So what do you say?”

“I don’t even know your name.”

“Papillon,” he answered without missing a beat.

“Papillon,” she repeated. He didn’t know if she was clarifying that she’d heard him right or if she was getting the feel of his name on her tongue.

He watched her as she took her time, finishing her cup of coffee and the last few bites of her croissant all while contemplating her answer, but Papillon was sure she already had one.

“Okay,” she nodded.

Papillon downed his cup of coffee to hide his grin. “I’ll pick you up here, nine o’clock, Miss…”

“If you’re here on time tonight, I’ll tell you,” she propositioned.

“And if I’m late?”

“If you’re late by even a minute, I will go home and keep the door locked tomorrow morning.” Her voice held a taunting tone to it.

Papillon’s grin couldn’t be held back any longer. “I’ll be here at 8:30 then.”

And he was. Papillon sauntered in front of the shop that evening. The lights were all turned off inside and the door was locked. The building effortlessly blended into the background, not to be seen by the crowd that was bustling before him.

Papillon found himself leaning against the door as he fidgeted with a cigarette he’d pulled from the case in his pocket, trying to flip it up and catch it with his mouth. He was unsuccessful, but caught it with his hand instead before it fell on the ground.

His eyes would graze over the busy street, filing through each face as he looked for her. Couples were linked together arm-in-arm and friends paraded around the town living larger than life, but none of them were her.

A few more minutes had gone by before he heard her voice from beside him.

“I’m impressed, Papillon,” she said.

He turned to look at her. She stood taller now in her heels and she wore a dress that hugged her figure beautifully and an A-line coat to top it all off. Her hair was out of its ponytail and swayed in various directions, and curly bangs rested on her forehead now and framed her face. She must have kept them pulled back as she worked with a meticulously placed bobby pin holding them back. Her jewelry sparkled under the red light that drenched the street from the sign of the movie theatre nearby. There were small little studs in her ears and a dainty necklace resting against her collarbones.

Papillon wanted to spoil her rotten.

He looked to his watch. 9:01.

“So what happens if you’re late?” he looked up at her.

“It’s up to you,” she shrugged nonchalantly and put her hands in the pockets of her coat. Papillon noticed the beginnings of a challenge glimmering in her eyes. “You can take me with you or leave me here.”

The two stared at each other as her body swayed subtly but playfully. It did nothing to curb the temptation spreading through Papillon’s chest.

She knew. She knew he wouldn’t leave her here. Although neither of them would say it out loud.

There was a growing smirk on both of their faces that broke as Papillon stepped closer, deciding to overlook her tardiness.

“Does this mean I get to know your name now?” He played it cool even though he was enraptured by her.

She smiled before she placed a hand onto his forearm and leaned up to his ear. He met her halfway, leaned down and stayed still so he didn’t miss it.

She said it, faintly of course because that was all part of the game, and it was almost as sweet as the desserts she made.

Josephine.

He pulled back, their smiles mirroring one another.

Papillon took Josephine’s hand in his to pull her close, then under his arm. They joined the crowd of people and Papillon held her tight to make sure she didn’t get lost in the ebb and flow of bodies. She held onto him tightly, a firm arm wrapped around his torso as she let him lead the way, the both of them laughing whenever either of them stumbled into one another or received some unkind words from people they bumped into.

Soon enough, they were in the clear. However, they only had a minute of calm as they stood in an alleyway and Papillon knocked on the backdoor to this business party. Chaos resumed as the door opened and Papillon pulled her in.

Josephine didn’t miss the way Papillon greeted almost everybody at the party with stunning confidence that had the other ladies in the party eyeing him with lust evident in their gazes. It was the same confidence that piqued her interest. He looked so sure of himself.

She was surprised to find him outside the bakery on time tonight. She purposely showed up a little late because she was skeptical that he was completely serious about taking her out.

Still, she showed up, constantly questioning whether she should turn back and go home the entire way over. Josephine had gotten her hopes up for the first time in a long time and Papillon had yet to disappoint.

The music from the live band a few feet away from the entrance was booming and filled the room with pulsating energy.

Papillon noticed the surprise on Josephine’s face when she saw the bare-breasted women serving champagne on silver platters and the dancers on stage next to the band.

He helped her take her coat off, hanging it with the others in a nearby closet before leading her further into the party.

Papillon soon released her hand to grab two flutes of champagne a waitress was carrying by. He handed one to Josephine and the two of them tipped their glasses to one another before taking a sip.

He threw an arm over her shoulders, holding her close as they walked around the party. Papillon had to make his rounds and say hello to a few people. He even introduced her to some. Josephine was really good at talking to people; it was one of the first things Papillon noticed about her.

However, when she began to refuse anymore alcohol and was less enthusiastic in conversation, he asked her, “Should we go?”

Papillon just had to check in with Castili, drop off the stuff, get paid and they could be on their way.

Josephine nodded up at him and smiled gratefully. Papillon grabbed onto her hand and led her through to the back past the band and the dancers. The door shut behind them and muffled the music, giving them some relief from the conglomeration of noise.

They passed through the dressing room of the women that perused the party and they all greeted Papillon kindly. They were dressed in glamorous costumes with fluffy boas and shiny embroidery along the material on their bodies.

Papillon was just as kind in his response as he led Josephine all the way down the end of the hall and stopped at a door.

“Just give me a second in here and I’ll be out in a few minutes, okay?” he told her.

“Sure, okay,” she nodded, glancing at the women around her.

He noticed her timidness coming back and he felt bad to leave her behind out here but he’d prefer that she stayed out her rather than get acquainted with anyone behind that door.

“Nenette,” Papillon called over to the raven-haired woman.

She came through the crowd and appeared right in front of him.

“You mind looking after my friend while I talk to Castili?” he asked her.

“Sure, no problem,” she smiled up at him.

“Thanks,” Papillon smiled gratefully at her.

He then turned to Josephine, “It’ll just be a minute.”

She nodded in return, putting on her best smile to assure him that she was okay.

When Papillon disappeared in the room, the two women introduced themselves to one another.

“Is this your first time here?” Nenette asked her.

“Yeah. I didn’t even know parties this fancy existed,” she chuckled.

“Oh they’re a lot of fun,” Nenette assured her, “It’s good that you have Papi here with you. He’s a really good guy.”

“Yeah, he is,” she replied with a smile of her own.

“How did you two meet?”

“He’s a customer down at my bakery.”

“You have a bakery?” Nenette perked up.

“Yeah, you should come!” Josephine offered, “I’ve sort of started an early bird special since Papillon started coming around so early. I’d love to do the same for everyone else around here.”

Nenette’s smile faltered slightly but she nodded nevertheless. “I’ll tell some of the other girls about it,” she assured her just as the door to the room opened again.

Papillon was smiling at Josephine before his eyes shifted over to Nenette. He thanked her and Josephine said a goodbye to her before Papillon grabbed onto her hand and led them back the way they came.

They stopped at the door momentarily while Papillon wrapped her up in her coat again before they were back out in the alleyway.

Josephine let out a sigh of relief now that she could hear herself think again. “You do that every night?”

“I have to,” he shrugged, offering his arm to her. “It’s still business even though it’s a party.”

She wrapped her hand around his bicep and the two of them sauntered down the alleyway together. “What exactly is it that you do?”

“I’m in banking and investments,” he replied without hesitation. “I find profitable items that other people store away and bring it to my company’s knowledge.” It was a lie he had crafted and told hundreds of times but this time, it didn’t feel right.

“Oh wow,” she mused, “Sounds important.”

“It is,” he nodded, now throwing an arm around her.

“So you’re some sort of detective,” she smirked up at him.

Papillon’s chest rumbled with a laugh that Josephine joined in on and that made the bad taste in his mouth more potent.

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Ce matin, petit détour par la place centrale de Loèche Haut-Valais Suisse , l’antique Leuca celtique, dont le nom a été tardivement germanisé en Leuk au 15e siècle, lorsque l’ancien francoprovencal a été remplacé par le Oberwallisertytsch. Il y a là l’une des plus belles et des plus anciennes maisons patriciennes de la petite cité médiévale, jadis riche et opulente en raison du traffic franchissant le Col de la Gemmi. Il s’agit de la maison Albarini, du nom de l’ancienne famille patricienne dont elle était la propriété et qui date de 1540.

Il s’agit d’une grande bâtisse dont la façade fait un léger angle; elle comporte trois étages sur rez.

Comme la majorité des anciennes bâtisses du Valais remontant au 16e siècle, elle comporte des encadrements de fenêtres et de portes en tuf, rehaussés de peinture jaune pour contraster avec le crépi clair.

Le rez-de-chaussée de la maison abritait au 20e siècle une petite épicerie et une boulangerie, comme l’indique encore l’inscription en lettres gothiques sur la façade.

Quant au nom de Loèche, LEUCA en celtique, il désigne tout simplement un lieu particulièrement lumineux, baigné de lumière radieuse, celle du beau soleil du Valais central. Le celtique LEUCA est en effet une racine indo-européenne liée à la lumière, que l’on retrouve dans l’anglais LIGHT, dans l’allemand LICHT, dans l’ancien grec LOGOS et dans le latin LUX, dont on a tiré lumen, lumière et luminaire. Le plus grand dieu des Celtes était d’ailleurs LUG, le dieu de la lumière, dont les chrétiens ont fait Lucifer, littéralement « le porteur de lumière », celui qui apporte aux hommes la lumière et la connaissance (grec logos). l’Eglise chrétienne, faite de pouvoir éliminer ce vieux dieu païen et de pouvoir éradiquer son culte dans les forêts et les campagnes de la Gaule, a fini par le diaboliser en l’assimilant au Diable et à Satan, dieu des ténèbres obscures.

Ce qui est un comble pour le dieu de la lumière par excellence !

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BOULANGERIE & SALON DE THE ARCHIBALD 🥐

A bakery and tea room with organic breads and pastries.

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Store front by Simmerberlin 

Bread display 1 & 2 + baguette in bag + paper bags + frame with prices + chocolate lollipops holder by Mamangateau 

Counter by Ung999 

Coungter display by SYB 

Console by Severinka 

Sign by Wondymoon 

Sign 2 by Cyclonesue 

Wall deco by Anye 

Barstool by Wondymoon 

Armchair by Leosims 

Coffee table by KHD 

Plate by Ung999 

Napkin holder by RH 

Painting by MXIMS

Plate and bowls by Chicklet 

Shelf by Nynaevedesign 

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