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[latchkeykiddo]

Sun Baby - Mon Ami

[iced-souls]

I simply wish to order me own lapel pins….. and alas why money be so much

[adrienneleclerc]

And writing this I’m thinking, what if Charles is dating a reader who’s a HUGE F1 fan and is so expressive when she’s watching from the garage but like Rebecca kinda side eyes her and make her feel self conscious about how she acts, thinking to herself “am I being annoying? Loud?” Yes? No?

and the can she decide she dgaf because she's excited and showing her support to the person she loves?

That was always going to be the plan! Like home girl from the States, she’s Latina, we’re expressive! Even my mother who can’t stand soccer will be excited when it’s the World Cup! When it comes to Formula 1, personally, I am just as bad as the tifosi.

Not Your Average WAG

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Y/N was not your average WAG, she does not go to the paddock in cute designer outfits, she walks into the paddock repping Ferrari. While fans LOVE her because she is just like them, a certain WAG does not.

Warning: Spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: No hate to Rebecca, I don't really have a set opinion on her like I don't know her. But she’s going to be a major BITCH like kinda classist as most stereotypical Europeans are. Also…I MADE IT TO 1K FOLLOWERS! But this is probably not my best work so do with that as you will.

Y/N and Charles were in Y/N’s Monaco apartment, Y/N was by the kitchen counter, eating some ice cream, while Charles was watching a movie on her couch and eating popcorn. Though Y/N and Charles have been dating for a year, Y/N has never been to a race, despite her being a big fan. She is the creative director of a fashion magazine so she doesn’t have much days off and ends up watching the race on the TV she has in her office until…

“Charles, muñeco, guess what.” Y/N said, sitting next to Charles on the couch, Charles paused the movie and turned to face Y/N.

“What happened, Mon coeur?” Charles asked, Y/N took the popcorn bowl and placed it on the coffee table.

“My boss gave me the okay to work remotely so I’m able to go to the Hungarian Grand Prix with you.” Y/N said.

“Really? That’s great! Finally, you’ll get to see me in action.” Charles said, pulling Y/N onto his lap.

“I can’t wait! I’m gonna be like Luigi in Cars, I have the Ferrari shirt you gave me, your hat, I have some things from Etsy that I could totally wear like the Forza Ferrari friendship bracelet. Oh, I’m so excited!” Y/N hugged Charles and he giggled at his cuddly girlfriend. When Y/N stopped hugging him, Charles just stared at her with that dopey smile on his face. “What?” Y/N asked.

“Nothing, you’re just so cute.” Charles said, kissing Y/N’s cose, making her scrunch her nose. “We’re going to Hungary tomorrow, you might wanna pack now.” Charles taps her thigh.

“Help me pack?” Y/N asked and Charles nodded, both getting up to go to her room to pick out the clothes she’ll wear this race weekend. “Wait, you sure I’ll be able to stay in your hotel and everything? I mean i am going last minute.”

“Oh Mon coeur, ma belle, belle petite amie, I was hoping your boss would give you the okay to work remotely so I already booked everything for us. So yes, you will be staying with me at a 5 star hotel in Budapest, beautiful view and everything.” Charles kissed Y/N “So I’m thinking we could go out every night, you’ve only been to New York and Monaco, so we are going sightseeing in Hungary.” Charles said, going into Y/N’s closet and start picking out what he would like to see his girlfriend wearing. Charles placed everything on her bed.

Y/N observed the outfits Charles picked out. “Wow, Charles, love the outfits, but you are such a guy, the yellow sundress?”

“You look so cute in it, though! Come on, mon coeur, you look amazing in these outfits and this way, I get to show up how beautiful my girlfriend is.” Charles said, kissing Y/N.

“Alright, it’s fine. I’ll just wear your hoodie on the plane with my jeans.” Y/N said.

“And you’ll still be the prettiest girl on that plane ever.” Charles said.

“Thank you.” Y/N said.

They landed in Budapest and Charles drove them to their hotel. Y/N was in awe of everything since she has never been to another European country before. When they got into their hotel room, Charles told Y/N to change into one of her cute outfits because they were going to meet Carlos and Rebecca at the hotel restaurant. Y/N came out with the first outfit.

“How do I look?” Y/N asked

“You look beautiful, Mon coeur.” Charles said, stepping closer to kiss her and twirled her around. “You ready to meet them?”

“Yes, what, should I do my hair? I think it’s messy from the plane ride,” Y/N said

“Mon coeur, don’t panic, it looks fine, but if you want to do your hair, may I suggest a half up half down ponytail with the white bow?” Charles asked.

“Muñeco, why do you like it when I wear bows?” Y/N asked.

“Because it makes you look so cute.” Charles kissed her.

“Fine, I’ll do it.” Y/N did her hair and the two walked down to the restaurant. Carlos was the first one to stand up from the table to say hello to Charles and Y/N.

“Carlos, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.” Charles introduced them, Carlos and Y/N greeted each other with a kiss on the cheek.

“So nice to meet you, Charles talks about you constantly.” Carlos says and Charles blushes. “But here’s our table. Rebecca, this is Charles’s girlfriend, Y/N.”

“It’s so nice to meet you.” Y/N said.

“Nice to meet you too.” Rebecca said with a tight smile. “So Y/N, have you ever been to Budapest?

“No, this is my first time. I’ve only been to (the state your from or New York), (where your parents are from), and Monaco, obviously.” Y/N laughed off but she saw Rebecca make a face so she took a sip of water that was on the table. Don’t know why she’s judging when her name is literally a character from Full House.

“So Y/N, Charles tells me your a fan.” Carlos said and Y/N immediately became more comfortable, which Charles noticed immediately.

“Yes, I’m a huge fan. Ive always been a fan of Sebastian Vettel so when he went to Ferrari, I obviously went with him. But when he left, I stayed a Ferrari fan for you and Charles and damn, being a Ferrari fan is not easy.” Y/N said causing Charles and Carlos to laugh because it’s true, Rebecca didn’t react.

“You must be pretty excited to experience your race.” Carlos said.

“Oh, this is your first race?” Rebecca asked. “That’s a surprise considering you’re such a huge F1 fan.” She emphasized the word huge.

Lunch continued and when they finished, Charles and Y/N went to their hotel room.

“I think that went well.” Charles said.

“Are you kidding? Rebecca hates me.” Y/N said.

“She doesn’t hate you, she seemed very interested in getting to know you, asking you all those questions.” Charles said,

“Muñeco, i know you’re not a girl but don’t be such a guy, you didn’t see the faces she was making when I would talk. It’s like she hated to hear me talk.” Y/N said

“Well, Mon coeur, you two are going to spending a lot of time together this weekend.” Charles said.

“Well I know that but like what do we talk about? Because it became pretty clear I can’t talk about F1.” Y/N said.

“You’ll figure it out, bébé.” Charles said, kissing her.

The next 2 days were difficult for Y/N to say the least. On media day, she walked into the paddock with Charles, wearing a CL16 Ferrari jersey, black shorts, platform vans, and a CL16 Ferrari hat with pins she bought from Etsy.

“You look great.” Charles said, kissing her. “I’m going to the MainStage for some questions, you can walk around, try to get along with Rebecca.” Charles said.

“Okay, have fun.” Y/N said. She then starts walking around, she spotted Kika, who she has met on double dates with charles and Pierre, she was wearing a sundress. Kika then spotted Y/N.

“Y/N! Hey, I can’t believe you’re here, oh my gosh, you look so cute.” Kika said, hugging her, kissing her cheek.

“Me? You look amazing, I mean obviously, you’re an off duty model.” Y/N said laughing, Kika giggled as well.

“I gotta go with Pierre but I’ll call you.” Kika left and Y/N saw Rebecca wearing navy pants with a matching vest. She saw Y/N decked out in Ferrari and smiled

“Wow, if I didn’t know you, I’d think you were a crazed fan.” Rebecca said. Y/N didn’t react but kept walking around, hoping to run into Lily.

The rest of media day and Friday, Y/N tries to make conversation with Rebecca, she doesn’t really cooperate, Y/N gave up talking to her. It was now the qualifying session, Y/N and Rebecca were watching in the hospitality. Y/N saw that there were 3 minutes left in Q1 and Charles was a driver at risk.

“No no no no no no, come on, Charles.” Y/N was lowkey stressing but then Charles made it to 3rd in the last minute. “Yes!! Let’s go!” Y/N cheered, standing up from the couch. The rest of the quali sessions were like that, Y/N stressing whenever Carlos or Charles were drivers at risk and in the bottom 5. Y/N was beyond happy when Ferrari made 3 and 4, however, she noticed Rebecca side eyeing her whenever she was cheering, she tried to tone it down a little but she was happy for Charles because after Monaco, he wasn’t doing that well.

When Charles finished the interviews after quali, he entered the hospitality and sat next to Y/N on the couch.

“What did you think?” Charles asked.

“I’m so proud of you, you did so well.” Y/N said, hugging him.

“Let’s go to the hotel, change, and we’ll go out to eat?” Charles asked.

“Yeah, that sounds good.” Y/N said. They went to the car, the ride was pretty quiet until.. “Am I annoying?”

“What do you mean ‘annoying’, Mon ange?” Charles asked.

“Exactly what I’m asking, am I annoying? Are there days where I’m talking and you’re thinking ‘will she ever shut the fuck up?’ or not, muñeco?” Y/N asked.

“Never, Mon coeur, I never thought you were annoying. Why are you asking? Did something happen with Rebecca again?” Charles asked.

“I’m telling you, she doesn’t like me. She keeps making faces when I’m cheering. Like sorry for being excited that my boyfriend moved up from being a driver at risk, I like F1, I was practically raised with the sport, and she even judged me for wearing your merch.” Y/N said pouting, Charles felt bad, her first race weekend should have been a great experience.

“Don’t pay mind to her, Mon coeur. Tomorrow is the race, I hope to place on the podium, and hopefully I’ll get to see you in Ferrari merch.” Charles said.

“Yeah.” Y/N said.

It was race day! Sadly, instead of wearing her Ferrari merch, she wore the fifth outfit to try to fit it with Rebecca. Charles saw her doing her hair, kinda disappointed that she wasn’t wearing Ferrari.

“I thought that outfit was for dinner.” Charles said.

“Well this way we could go to dinner right after the race.” Y/N said, Charles still looked at her. “I know what you’re thinking, muñeco.”

“You don’t have to change, you know.” Charles said. “You won’t really see her much next season. If you’re coming to more races, I mean.”

“I know, but I just wanna see if she’ll treat me a little better.” Y/N said, however, Rebecca stayed the same. Both were in the hospitality watching the race, Y/N was pacing because, surprise surprise, Charles had engine trouble.

“Y/N, stop pacing, geez.” Rebecca said and Y/N stopped and looked at her.

“I have had it with you. I don’t know what your problem is with me, but I am done with your judge faces. You don’t want to hear me or someone else talk about the race or express excitement when my boyfriend or someone else’s favorite driver is doing well, then don’t come to races.” Y/N expressed. Rebecca looked shocked.

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” Rebecca said.

“Good, now hopefully Charles will move up from P7 to podium at least.” Y/N said. She expressed emotion as she usually does and not a single reaction from Rebecca, so much better than before. Charles got P2, Y/N went to the podium celebration, and once Charles got down from the podium, he kissed Y/N, champagne flavored kisses, of course. “So proud of you, muñeco.”

“Yeah? You watched everything?” Charles asked.

“Of course, your best race yet.” Y/N said, they kissed again and went to the drivers room.

The End

Hope y’all liked it! So I’m thinking for Just An Inchident, which if you don’t know, will be an F1 Band AU

I won’t be using Y/N BUT you’ll get your own nickname so you could read for either members of the band (Carlos, Charles, Lando, Lewis, and George/Max). Comment which nickname should be for which band member and that nickname would be strictly used by them ONLY

[cera-writes]

So… a bit of a (potentially) weird fix request. The crop top has me in all kinds of feelings. The hair metal look on Gambit even more so. But I have the idea that the self insert (SI) is a massive fan of the bands that he uses T-shirts for, and Gambit has no clue about the music, he just loves the designs - and to rile up the SI. I’d love to see something in that vein, teasing or stealing his merch maybe? Could be SFW or NSFW? I’d imagine nsfw if it went too heated or playful an argument.

Sorry if this seems like a ramble. I just have the funniest images of myself having these arguments with him and it makes me smile.

Okay, BUT I LOVE THIS PROMPT. Yes, I'll write it asap ≧◡≦ pairing: reader x Remy Lebeau tags: nsfw, rough sex, kissing, face riding, teasing, dry humping, edging [Prompt: Reader steals Remy's crop top to teach him a lesson]

"You Wearin' My Shirt I See."

Dammit.

Why did he have to be so freaking hot in that tee shirt?! And his hair. GODS. You wanted to run your fingers through it.

You couldn't keep your eyes off of Remy. He was wearing one of your favorite bands on a sinful crop top that he had absolutely no business wearing. In front of you.

And he looked so damned good in it.

"Where'd you get it?" You asked him, taking a plate of beignets that he made.

"Get what chérie? These good looks?" Remy winked, clasping the tongs together in a clapping motion.

You rolled your eyes, taking a bite of a beignet before your eyes settled back towards his midriff. That sexy, defined midriff.

"My eyes are up here mon ami," he teased you.

You huffed, blushing and embarrassed from the way he was making you flustered. The way only he could make you.

"Your shirt." you said as a matter of fact, trying to hide your annoyance.

"A thrift store." Remy shrugged.

Your eyes widened. "That shirt?! Do you know how hard it is to find that specific shirt? And you just found it? At a thrift store no less?" you shook your head.

Remy chuckled. " They must be important or somethin'. Shoot, I mean, I don't even know the band. Just liked the design."

You playfully smacked his arm.

"Rock God ?! You don't know who Rock God is?" You looked at him in disbelief. You absolutely loved that band. Worshipped them even. Hell, you'd basically worshipped them when you were in high school.

Remy simply shook his head.

"Poser," you smirked, crossing your arms. Remy arched a brow and moved closer to you, backing you up against the kitchen counter.

He noticed the slight dusting of powdered sugar on the corner of your lip before taking his thumb ever so slowly and swiping it across your skin. You tensed for a split second. He then brought his thumb to his lips before licking the sugar clean off.

"So sweet," he teased, dangerously close to your ear before moving away from you like nothing had happened. You could feel the heat of his breath tickle you, exciting you in the littlest of ways.

You felt your body suddenly heating up at his little act of flirting. So that's how he wanted to play? Two could play that game.

Later that night, you went to check and see if Remy was in his room. After a few knocks with no answer, you proceeded inside. You knew his room had an attached bathroom and you saw steam rising behind the closed door, meaning he was in the shower.

You also couldn't help but notice the shirt he was wearing earlier tossed carelessly on top of his bed.

Perfect.

You didn't know how long you had but you stripped down in nothing but your underwear. You threw his shirt over your head, leaving your other clothes discarded on the floor.

It smelled so good. You inhaled the scent of him. A hint of tobacco, sandalwood, and the faint scent of beignets he made earlier lingered on the linen. It was just so incredibly Remy.

You heard some rustling in the bathroom and quickly posed on the bed before he noticed. You laid down in the usual sexy cliche pose, one hand resting on your hip as you used the other to prop your head up on one of his pillows.

What you didn't expect to see was him clad in nothing but a towel draped over his waist as he came out of the bathroom after flicking the light switch off.

It was dark in his room, but you could see him plain as day. He hadn't noticed you yet. He shuffled around the room until he found the lamp on his bedside table. He yanked the pull cord down and nearly jumped in surprise upon seeing you, at last.

"Putain, tu m’as fait peur!" Gambit jumped back, holding his towel tight against his ass. He then noticed what you wearing and a lack thereof, on his bed.

"Damn, chére, you look good enough to eat sprawled out like that. And what's this?" He smirked before biting his bottom lip. "You wearin' my shirt I see?"

"Nice of you to finally notice," you said in your most sultry voice.

The plan was just to tease him. But you didn't expect him to actually be into it. You figured he'd kick you out of his room or something after pulling a stunt like that, but you should know Remy better than that.

Remy climbed up onto his bed, getting ridiculously close to you again. "Now, ma petite, you should know by now when Gambit sees somethin' he likes, he goes after it."

You felt your body growing hotter with each word that came from the creole's smooth tongue. You wanted him. You wanted this man from the very second you set eyes on him. You wanted whatever this was between you both.

Without a second thought, you were pulling him into you. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled him into a very heated kiss. All those months of you teasing each other finally culminated into this exact moment.

His stubble tickled your cheek as he kissed you back with even more ferocity and lust. God, you couldn't get enough of Remy Lebeau.

He groaned into the kiss, letting his tongue wrestle yours in a game of dominance. You needed to be above him. You needed that sense of control. So you did. You flipped positions so that you were now straddling his waist.

He let out a low whistle before drinking you in. "My shirt sure does look better on you."

He then sat up, only to lean into your ear. "But I bet it'd look even better off." He nipped at the soft skin of your ear, making you whimper and shudder pleasantly as you felt yourself getting wetter for him. He knew that got a reaction out of you earlier and loved the way you came undone for him.

You then found yourself grinding against him through that pitiful excuse of a towel he still had tied around his waist. This time, Remy was the one letting soft whimpers escape his lips. "A-ahh, ma chere..."

Oh.

Oh.

That definitely did it for you. You ground your hips into his again. If it wasn't before, your underwear was definitely soaked now.

"Continue comme ça," he begged. Oh, to have him begging in French underneath you was such a treat. It definitely turned you on more than you'd have liked to admit.

You continued teasing him. Just feeling him against your core was almost enough to send you over the edge but Remy stopped you from abruptly reaching that high. You pouted in frustration at this.

"Not yet. I wanna taste you," he licked his lips. You didn't have time to react before he was scooting your frame above him, positioning you so that you were practically sitting on his face. He pulled your underwear down your thighs before they were even completely off of you as he didn't stop until he had tasted every inch of you, his skilled tongue dancing patterns against your hot, drenched skin.

"Oh, fuck!" You screamed. You gripped the brass metal headboard, gripping it for dear life as his tongue explored everywhere. You started grinding again, not realizing the sound his bed was making as it creaked back and forth. Honestly, you didn't seem to care and neither did he. You would soon rather wake the entire Institute before letting this kind of pleasure slip away.

"Gods, Remy...I'm about to-" Your eyes slammed shut and you screamed in ecstasy as waves of pleasurable relief and bliss washed over you. He lapped up every bit of your essence and proudly grinned once he'd made you come. He did that.

After you caught your breathing and had time to recuperate for a second, you decided you weren't done with him...by no means anywhere close to being through with this man.

You positioned yourself on top of him once more, not that he had any conplaints. "It's my turn again." you smirked, face and hair sticky with beads of sweat. But you looked like a goddess in his eyes. "Angélique," he sighed, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip and tasting any remaining remnants of you. "So sweet," he purred.

His erection had practically slipped from underneath the towel by now and you ripped the rest of the fabric away. He was big. He was already dripping precum for you before you'd even lowered your mouth completely down his length.

His hands instantly gripped the sheets. He hissed as a gasp of pleasure escaped his lips, just from you doing god's work.

He was a whimpering hot mess, uttering broken French as you bobbed up and down his shaft at a pace comfortable enough to edge him close but not enough to make him orgasm. Not yet anyway. No, you wanted to enjoy seeing him squirm for you.

"Oh, mon ami, I should let you borrow my-unf-shirt more often if it leads to this," he moaned, tilting his head back in pleasure.

You teased him sinfully, bringing him dangerously close to climaxing but denying him that release.

You didn't have time to continue before he wanted control. "I can't stand it anymore, chere. I have to have you." He growled, flipping positions again but this time you were on your hands and knees, pressed into the mattress.

You hardly had time to even notice him slipping on a condom. He was making fast work of his hands.

"So eager," you teased.

He lined himself at your entrance before slamming into you with such a need that would bring the whole Institute down. You gripped the brass headboard again, screaming in writhing pleasure as he pounded in and out of you with such relentless force.

You were damn sure the other X-Men could hear every single moan and scream coming from Remy's room but you could own up to that later. You honestly couldn't give a fuck. The only thing that mattered right now was this man literally fucking your brains out. And Gods. He was.

"Harder!" you begged. Remy was already so close. He obliged you and gripped your waist with both hands, throwing his head back as he moaned your name over and over again. All you could think about was him in that crop top and his hair done in such a way that could have sent you over the edge right then and there.

He was hitting that sweet spot over and over, causing you to come a second time before his movements became sloppier as he finally released himself inside of you.

You were both a panting, hot sweaty mess when you collapsed down onto the mattress. Remy carelessly tossed the used condom in the bin beside his bed.

"Fuck, Remy. That was...amazing." You smiled, laughing incredulously a bit as you kissed his cheek as he laid beside you.

"You're amazing, ma petite." He grinned, pulling you into his chest.

Somewhere amidst all your fun, your underwear had gotten lost in the sheets. Remy found them before sliding them into his bedside drawer for keeps.

"Can I keep your shirt?" You asked, not expecting him to say yes.

"As long as I can keep those," He smirked, alluding to your underwear.

"Deal," you sighed contently as you both drifted off to a great sleep.

A/N: Thanks so much for requesting this @cookiesandcosplay! It was so much fun to write! <333

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[misslu999]

I really love reading all those genshin fanfics with Fontaine’s characters but sometimes, as a french, I am a bit trigger by the way some people write wrongly some french words… I saw a « Mon chéri » to designate a female reader…

Here a free french lesson:

Mon - is a masculine pronoun

So when you say « Mon chéri » it’s toward a male character

If you want to designate a girl you have to use the female pronoun : Ma

And so the full sentence is « Ma chériE »

Do not forget to put the « E » at the end because it’s a girl for a guy, no need to.

And if you want to designate severate persons:

- You use the pronoun : Mes

You can use it to definite both girls/boys/girls and boys /Any genders together!

BUT

Be careful if you want to say « Mes chéris »

You will need to put the E if it’s a group of girls : « Mes chéries »

If It’s a group of boys and girls do not put the E Because the male win so just write: « Mes chéris »

If you want to use it for the pronoun « Them » feel free use any versions.

Well everything I said works for any genders, and are masculine word so you don’t use the Ma.

To conclude:

MA : Female Pronoun - Use only to designate a female word or person.

Examples: Ma fleur (My flower), Ma princesse (My princess), Ma choupette (My little One? There isn’t a real translation but it’s a sweet french nickname you can say to your lover), Ma moitié (My half), Ma copine(My girlfriend), Ma femme (My wife, My woman)…

The word my Ma moitié works to designate any gender.

MON: Male Pronoun - Use to designate a male word or person. Is the most utilisate!

Examples: Mon coeur (my heart or sweetheart), Mon amour (My love), Mon ange (My angel), Mon bébé (my baby), Mon sucre d’orge (My candy… but it’s like ma choupette doesn’t have a real translation), Mon choupinet (My little one?), Mon copain (My boyfriend), Mon homme/Mon Mari (My man/My husband)

All those words are usable to designate any gender expect for Mon copain/Mon homme/Mon mari

MES: Them pronoun or to designate severate persons or stuffs !

Examples: Mes amours (My loves), Mes princesses (My princess), Mes copains (My boyfriends), Mes copines (My girlfriends)…

Do not forget to put the « S » at the end of each word!

[Update] - (forgot to say it..) MON/MA/MES are possessive pronouns! So you only use them to say something for yourself !

Examples: J’aime ma copine (I love my girlfriend)/ Ce sont mes amis (Those are my friends)/ Je lis mon livre (I read my book)

You can also use the word « Petit » (little) between the pronoun and the word, personally I find it a bit more romantic and sweet to use like: Mon petit coeur (My Little heart), Mon petit ange (My little angel), Ma petitE fleur (My little flower), Ma petit(e)-ami(e)(My girfriend/boyfriend), Mon petit sucre d’orge, Mes petits coeurs (My little hearts)…

French is hard to use so if you have any questions or doubts about a french word you want to use while writing please feel free to ask me ! I am always willing to help!

[pyromaniacldrt]

*Sounds of taping a mic*

Greetings, mon ami!

Now, Who wants to hear my headcanons of Koki!?

....crick....

Yeah, me too. Let´s start anyways!

Koki used to be a light heavyweight lifter, and when she´s carring heavy things she acts like shes practicing for a competition.

THIS WOMAN IS THE SASS ITSELF. ALL HAIL THE SASSY QUEEN.

She worked as a mechanic in her family´s garage until Chris proposed her to become a member of the Tortuga.

She was Jimmy´s neighbor back when she lived in Manhattan, but then her family moved to the south, and they lost contact.

It was a nice surprise when they saw eachother when they were applying to work in the Wild Kratts project.

Koki dosen´t use her last name anywere because she hates it (Maybe it sounds dumb or something?).

Tbh, it´s a miracle she didn´t quit. This girl was about to die MANY times.

But she´s happier here than in any of her other awfull jobs.

She can´t handle sour or spicy food.

She´s actually feral when nedeed to, and wont hesitate to punch.

Her grandpa taught her everything she knows about using tools. Thats why sometimes she may be using them in a very wrong, dangerous, and old timey way.

When Koki was looking at the curriculum to be a part of the crew, she realized that they might face poachers and unnfriendly fellas, so she learned to use a riffle to hunt them down just in case. Turns out there was a strict "No killing policy" (gee Martin, ok...), and she had to leave the riffle.

Her favourite dish is lobster. Just. Plain lobster.

She had a ton of part time jobs, such as garbage collector, light heavyweight lifter, delivery girl, clown for children parties, model for art students, Donita´s assistant before Dabio, her family´s garage mechanic, Tortuga´s mechanic... Wait what-

Yeah... She hates Donita with her guts, and not only because she´s an awfull boss and even worse designer, but allso because she had to do her dirty work (collecting her "materials", that she freed the moment Donita wasn´t looking, delivering her designs to her shady clients, etc) . Of course, she quited after not even a month.

But hey! She got to meet Martin and Chris!

She comes from a hardworking family, and I mean VERY hardworking. They would always be by her side when she needed it, but she had to work and put tears and sweat in her objetives, not a single peny lended.

That made her very resilient and responsible, but also a bit untrusting of others capacities and lonely.

She got better tho:)

Still needs to develop a culinary taste.

Martin´s - Chris´ - Aviva´s

[art-tea-chill]

"Next game up! Guess the Tune!"

Another Crashbox OC I made last year, meet Melody Maestra.

Melody Maestra is the host of Guess the Tune, in this segment. Melody is the conductor of a performing orchestra in a music hall and they play a piece of classical music and you have to guess what the name of the piece is. The pieces in Guess the Tune range from pieces that originated in ballets, ordinary plays, or just standalone pieces.

Melody drops hints about what piece it might be while her orchestra is playing. Sometimes she brings up who composed the piece, other times she mentions what key it's played in, and if it's a symphony, she'll mention the number it.

Trivia Time!

Melody is a prideful, boastful, but otherwise polite and welcoming host. She always boasts about how you'll figure out the piece easily at the beginning of the segment if you as musically knowledgeable as her. Melody is also very complimentary of her orchestra and kids who answer her questions correctly.

Slightly introverted, although she can be social if she wants.

Melody speaks in a deep and smooth French accent and incorporates French into her dialogue. (EX: "Bonjour! Mes amis. Mon name eez Melody Maestra and ai am ze fine conductair of zis airchestra.) I used a French dialect translator for this.

Melody and her orchestra is animated in a stiff paper puppet style similar to Distraction News.

Melody's mouth moves in a marionette/ventriloquist way similar to Dora Smarmy. But instead of a portion of her jaw moving, its her entire lower jaw.

She's good friends with Professor Rocket, Eddie Bull, and Colora Contour.

I incorporated music theory into her design. Her eyes are whole notes and there's a staff line connecting them and her nose is a half-note. Her hands are quarter notes, and she wears a button with the bass clef on it. (NOTE: She also wears earrings that are the treble clef but I forgot to add them.)

Her favorite pieces are In The Hall Of The Mountain King, Swan Lake Act II, Op. 10, and Toccata and Fugue in D minor.

Her favorite ballet is Swan Lake.

Reads books and listens to classical music in her spare time.

Her game is loaded through the Metal Game Loader and the Car Game Loader.

The icon on her cartridge is just her face, similar to Captain Bones, Radio Scramble, Haunted House Party, etc.

[creatreasurebox]

Étape de la création du header pour Wicked Little Town. Je vais tenter d'expliquer comme je peux mon processus de création. Désolé si c'est un peu bordélique. 😅 Vous pouvez cliquer sur afficher davantage pour voir:

J'ai choisi la première photo avec la fenêtre car j'aimais le reflet sur le parquet et que ça marcherait avec l'extérieur enneigé que j'imaginais. J'aimais aussi les moulures sur le mur, je les ai donc gardé mais moins fan du chandelier, surtout qu'il n'était centré, je l'ai fais disparaitre. Puis voulant une scène plus aérée, j'ai utilisé le "generative fill" de photoshop et le "stamp tool" pour agrandir la pièce. Je suis partie à la recherche d'élément qui pourrait raconter l'histoire des personnes qui vivraient dans cette maison, un canapé, un chien, un chat, un couple qui avait une excellente ombre qui marcherait super bien avec ma fenêtre (parfois, je cherche pas trop loin 😂 ). Le design devant représenter la saint Valentin sans être trop "romantique" et le thème de l'anniversaire sans être trop "anniversaire". J'ai rajouté des petits chapeaux sur le chien et le chat, des fanions, une photo du couple sur la commode et sur l'étagère, la décoration de leur gâteau de mariage. A chaque élément ajouté, il fallait donner une ombre, un reflet dans le parquet si nécessaire et changer le coloring des objets pour qu'ils correspondent à l'ambiance de la pièce. Et puis, j'adore les plantes et les livres, donc il fallait évidemment que j'en rajoute. Je trouve que ça donne un côté plus cosy. Pour l'extérieur, étant donné que la ville où se trouve le forum a un lac et est entouré de forêt, je suis partie sur ça. Pour la version sombre, j'ai changé l'image d'extérieur avec une qui avait des reflets de la maison allumée dans l'eau du lac. Et c'était parfait pour le Corgi, il existe tellement de photos d'eux que j'en ai trouvé un allongé, quant au chat, il est parti à l'aventure. J'ai changé le verre d'eau sur la table pour un verre de vin, l'horloge au mur montre maintenant 1h du matin et puis, j'ai allumé les lumières. C'est des petits détails, mais je trouve que ça continue à raconter un peu l'histoire du couple, peut être qu'ils se sont installés sur le canapé pour boire un verre et le chien s'est endormi alors qu'ils discutaient ? 😊 Pour l'animation, j'ai passé les headers à After effects, j'ai trouvé sur pexels une vidéo d'un chat noir, il a donc été rajouté à l'extérieur et il cherche son amie, la chatte à l'intérieur de la maison. (peut être qu'elle est allée le retrouver la nuit 👀), j'ai rajouté un effet neige qui tombe que j'ai trouvé sur youtube et la nuit, un oiseau qui passe rapidement devant la fenêtre. C'est assez discret, mais on peut voir le reflet de la neige animé sur le parquet, surtout la version sombre. Pour la typographie du titre, j'ai utilisé Scotch Display qui est un fond Adobe, je trouvais que une typographie serif donnait un côté plus cosy et romantique. Et pour la tagline, c'est Caslon, parce que j'aime Caslon. 👀 Je pense que j'ai fais le tour, si vous avez des questions, hésitez pas à les poser dans les commentaires de ce poste et merci d'avoir réussi à lire jusque là. 🫣 liste des images utilisées: pexels-eberhard-grossgasteiger-1624503 pexels-serkan-atay-19730755 pexels_videos_1536279 (1080p) Falling Snow Realistic Overlay Loop pexels-curtis-adams-8583905 pexels-taryn-elliott-4440123 pexels-emma-bauso-2253870 pexels-karolina-grabowska-5726036 pickawood-rwa0Yh38FeA-unsplash samantha-gades-BlIhVfXbi9s-unsplash kari-shea-3_cyj5YkhTs-unsplash jeffery-ho-TIN_Lh9-Y7g-unsplash markus-spiske-UaQ1t-nQHyk-unsplash annie-spratt-JruJFy08KB8-unsplash pexels-maksim-goncharenok-4352247 sunguk-kim-WTKvaChRvBg-unsplash pexels-karolina-grabowska-5726036 nataliia-kvitovska-MYwbqIfccvg-unsplash pickawood-rwa0Yh38FeA-unsplash filipp-romanovski-pDbhjYjrWpk-unsplash content-pixie-6CFCrt-7tHw-unsplash fatty-corgi-EpRAM95thHU-unsplash pexels-serkan-atay-19730755 fatty-corgi-wHgkrmuMFOY-unsplash pexels-anna-shvets-4587992 alexander-london-mJaD10XeD7w-unsplash

[thundercloudshipping]

Man i have a lot of motivation for posting a few days in a row lol

Anyways heres Amy's XY (Seasons 17-19) design!

And theres 2 mons now! Violet the Gengar and now Aurora has turned into a beautiful Sylveon :)

Tagging @selfshipdorito @kal-selfships @andyrosekin @rosepetalmoon @starseverance @iris-kinnie and @huntinglove !

[itsamooncalf]

Les bonnes pratiques de code : conseils et Q&A [live : 30 juin à 20h00]

Hello ! J’espère que vous allez bien?

Je reviens vers vous cette fois-ci avec un nouveau cours / tutoriel en live twitch qui se portera sur les bonnes pratiques de code CSS/HTML dans le cadre de la création d’un forum sur forumactif. De mon expérience en tant que UI/UX designer et front-end developer, j’essayerais de vous donner les meilleures conseils sur comment écrire son code pour qu’il soit optimal et que le rendu soit user friendly ! 

Etant une introduction, le “cours” sera plutôt simple. Le sujet est quand même très très large donc je ne verrais pas tout en détails mais je dirais les grandes lignes de ce que je juge important à mettre en place. Voici le programme des différents points que j’aborderais :

UI/UX : Les principes fondamentaux du user friendly

CSS/HTML : Classes parents et classes enfants, kesako?

CSS/HTML : Comment bien nommer ses classes  (les conventions)?

CSS/HTML : Flexbox, ton meilleur ami

CSS/HTML : Position absolute et relative, comment l’utiliser?

Random tips and tricks

Par la suite, il y aura également une séance de Q&A pour que vous puissiez poser vos questions que cela concerne le CSS, l’HTML (ou même peut-être Javascript bien que cela ne soit pas mon fort!) et/ou UI/UX en général, pour des cas spécifiques ou points bloquants relatifs à votre code actuel. Je ne promets pas d’avoir réponse à toutes les questions mais je ferais mon maximum! Par ailleurs si il y a des fellow devs par ici, n’hésitez pas à prêter mains fortes durant ce Q&A, ça pourrait être une chouette séance de partage 🤩

Rendez-vous le vendredi 30 juin à 20h00 sur Twitch ! 

[xxbun-artxx]

what would you do with Movie Lloyd?

*CLAP* *CLAP* Mon ami

Lemme tell you about about the movie work I am doing

So I mentioned before that I am currently working on different ninjago projects, some are public like my listed aus and some are private (one is personal). One of the projects I have is a movie rewrite with multiple sequels.

This project did take the back burner because of 2 things, one is the fact that I don't have time and the second is the fault of my personal project. The personal project is going season by season and l'm currently at S2-3, which means all the projects that are later on has to wait.

recently I did think about just working on the movie rework on and off, because, While yes, the movie is between S7 and S8 it is it's own cannon. I should be able to least finish the art for it. 

I feel like the plot I have in mind deserves it's own post so I won't go to too much detail on the lore. I just want you to know I'm keeping the core idea of the movie but You know not writen like a teen drama Lol.

None of the designs are final but if you're interested in my ninjas designs let me Know, I have sketches I can clean up. I cleaned up my Lloyd and Koko designs for this post and I highlighted some of the differencess between my usual Lloyd and M! Lloyd.

I wanted them to look diffrent so they won't be mistaken with eachother, I will do the same for the other character's designs.

note about M! Lloyd's age, he is 16 going on 17, Nya is 16, kai and jay are 17 and cole and zane are 18. all are in the same class except the 18 year olds. I like to Imagine they're all in the same club or something like that.

I would love to share more but I don't have anything that isn't spoilers but I will answer any question ya'll have as long it isn't spoilers.

Imk what you think, the movie was something

Bun, out

[stories-of-the-nrm]

The Great Race Part 4

(We see the actions portrayed as the narrator is talking).

Narrator: After an agreement was made, all the other engines arrived at the sheds and began to go to sleep. Later at around 3 in the morning, Jack had to leave with Henry to pull the Flying Kipper. The plans to streamline Gordon were almost finished, so Gordon went to sleep. 

(We cut to the next day at Brendam Docks).

Narrator: Even with all the excitement of the Great Railway Show, work on the railway had to carry on. And Brendam Docks was as busy as ever.

(We cut to Cranky and Diesel. Cranky is lowering a crate while Diesel is pushing multiple crates for reasons unknown).

Cranky: Ok Diesel, this is a nice big crate how about this one?

Diesel (skeptically): Uh, no not that one, Cranky. It needs to be bigger.

(Diesel is looking at Cranky trying to pick out different crates).

Diesel: That one. Yeah, that one.

(He lowers the crate down to Diesel.)

Cranky: What do you want all these crates for, anyway?

Diesel: Never you mind what I want them for. It's a surprise.

(He laughs as he pushes the crates away).

Cranky (mildly annoyed): Oh, some engines.

Narrator: Thomas arrives at Brendam Docks feeling very excited.

(Thomas blows his whistle as he pulls up with some freight under Cranky).

Cranky: What's up with you?

Thomas (excitedly): I had this brilliant idea as to how I can help my friends go to the Great Railway Show. I'm going to have Henry's driver, Jack streamline Gordon so he can win his race.

Cranky: (laughs): Thomas, that's a good one. Streamlining an engine in two weeks with only one person.

(He keeps laughing.)

Thomas: (annoyed): It's not that funny, Cranky. Jack isn't going to do all of the work. He's only going to be drawing the designs before presenting them to Sir Topham Hatt.

Narrator: Suddenly, a strange noise can be heard in the distance. 

(We cut to the source of the noise).

Narrator: It was a large ship full of engines that arrived on Sodor. All of the engines have come from many different countries from North America, to India.

(All the engines start leaving the ship and greet the workers in their native language while talking excitedly about being on the island).

Random worker: Hey stop, wait, wait! 

(He blows his whistle and all the engines stop. Vinnie, the engine from North America, crashes into Axel the Belgian engine).

Vinnie (annoyed): Hey, watch out!

Axel: Well maybe mon ami, if you had been paying better attention you wouldn't have bumped into me, no.

Vinnie: Say that again, Frenchie.

Axel: I'm Belgian, you silly American engine!

Vinnie: Why you little. . .

(Before the two engines can argue some more, the docks worker blew his whistle).

Random worker: Knock it off you two! I have a very important question: Where are you all going?

Axel: To the Great Railway Show, of course.

(Thomas gasps as he hears their conversation).

Random worker: The Great Railway Show's not happening here, it's happening on the mainland. This is the island of Sodor. You all need to get back on the ship. I need to have a serious word with the captain.

(He goes to the ship as Axel processes what was said.)

Axel: The island of (realizes his mistake) oops. (calling to the other engines) Wrong stop.

(All the foreign engines start backing up to get back on the ship except a pink engine who starts to fall behind).

Pink engine: I'm coming, please wait.

Narrator: Thomas wanted to talk to the foreign engines, but before he could Vinnie the North American engine almost bumped into him.

(Vinnie blows his whistle).

Vinnie: Get out of the way! Why don't you look where you going, shrimp?

Thomas: I'm not the one going backwards. If anything you almost bumped into me.

Narrator: All the engines got back onto the ship. As they started heading off to the mainland they realized that someone had been left behind.

Gina (an Italian engine): I think we left someone behind. Is there somebody missing?

Vinnie (laughing): Who cares, that'll mean less competition and that silly little tank engine won't be able to stow away on our ship.

Axel: Why must you be so rude, mon ami? The little tank engine was just curious. It's not as if he wanted to break the rules.

Vinnie: Why don't you just mind your own business, Frenchie!

Axel: I told you I'm Belgian!

Vinnie: I don't care if you're from Belgium or Bora Bora, stay out of my business.

(The two keep arguing and the other engines are getting tired of it).

Yong Bao (an engine from China to Rajiv): I really hope that the trip to the mainland won't be long.

Rajiv: I hope so too. I'm worried about Ashima though. We come from the same railway in India. I hope she'll be alright. I wonder how she'll be able to get to the mainland now.

(Cut back to Sodor).

Narrator: Little did the engines know, but Ashima was about to make a big mistake. She kept backing up until she almost pushed Thomas into the water.

Thomas: Oh no, help!

Porter: Thomas! 

(All the workers rush over to Ashima to couple her up to Thomas).

Foreman: Everyone careful! Careful! Almost there. There we go!

(Thomas is now back on the rails.)

Narrator: Luckily no one was hurt as everyone cheers. Thomas, however was cross.

Thomas: You did that purpose! What is it with you engines? Do you realize what could have happened if you didn't stop? I could have ended up in the water! You silly engine, you you -

(He stops when he sees the engine's face. She looks like she's about to cry).

Ashima: (apologetically) I'm very sorry. I truly didn't mean to bump into you. I simply didn't realize you were behind me. I didn't know that the ship made the wrong stop. Now I'm worried about being lost on this island.

Thomas: (rudely) Well, I'm sorry, but some of us have work to do. Goodbye!

(He leaves the docks and goes back to the shunting yards).

Salty: Argh, don't mind him, me lady. He really means well, I'm sure you'll be able to find your way. The name's Salty. Why we get many an engine at these docks. I'm sure one of them shall help you part the foggy seas.

(Ashima giggles. She's starting to feel better).

Ashima: Thank you, Salty. My name's Ashima. Where do you think I can go that won't interrupt things?

Salty: Ha ha har. There be some sidings down the way. Best talk with the dock manager along the way.

Ashmia: Thank you. Goodbye, Salty.

Salty: Fare thee well, me lady.

Tagging: @bluy1206, @thefedoragirl, @jayde-jots, @colaxcoco, @ethereal-capricorns-blog, @pxmun, @pxmun2, @glitterking599, @gordon208, @nelllia, @werbitssft, @klein-sodor-bahn, @ladychandraofthemoone, @sketalya, @postmodernpre-grouping, @thesudrianchronicles, @milkagaisme, @ihatewoodpeckers, @lavenderrosiefan, @eyesinspaceisgone, @jordeynnotgordon, @asktheoriginalorder, @engineer-gunzelpunk, @bladexjester, @lnwrcauli, and @justyourlocaldieselsimp.

[lilias42]

Coucou alors le peuple veut savoir : des informations sur l'histoire d'Aura (qui est-elle ? comment est-elle apparue ?), et sur ton idée en cours (quelles inspirations etc.) ?

Coucou ! :D Merci beaucoup pour les questions ! Et oui ! Des questions sur Aura ! Merci beaucoup !

(L'évolution du design d'Aura dans le temps, du plus vieux à l'actuel de gauche à droite, même si à la base, il y avait "que" 3 bandes de feuilles pour les habits de la plus vieille mais bon, je dessinais pas très bien à l'époque ^^')

Aura :

Alors, pour Aura, comme j'en ai déjà parlé, c'est mon plus vieux personnage et celle que j'utilise pour me représenter moi-même. En fait, de base, je l'avais créé avec des amis à l'école primaire (vers le CE2 de mémoire) : on regardait toutes les Winx alors, une amie qui aimait beaucoup écrire / dessiner avait imaginé qu'on vivait des aventures proches des leurs en combattant Lord Valtor, et chacune d'entre nous venait d'une planète différente. Elle m'avait attribué Pluton et un pouvoir du feu (j'ai jamais su pourquoi le feu sur le coup, mais je suppose que c'était parce que j'avais plus de reflets roux et la seule du groupe avec des taches de rousseur à l'époque) et là, j'avais choisi mon surnom, soit Aura, même si j'avais pas vraiment d'apparence différente, juste que j'étais la plus petite car je venais de Pluton qui est une petite planète contrairement à elle qui venait de Mars et Vénus.

C'est plus je me suis réapproprié son personnage qu'elle a pris sa forme actuelle et j'ai commencé à la dessiner à peu près au même moment où je me suis mis à dessiner. Cette fois, elle était toujours une plutonienne avec des pouvoirs de feu (mais aussi télékinétique pour déplacer des objets de taille normal tout en faisant la taille d'une poupée Barbie) mais, elle rejoignait d'autres enfants du reste du système solaire pour combattre le Soleil Noir (c'est surement de là que vient le fait que le soleil est souvent l'astre des méchants, là où la nuit est le moment propice à la magie et où les personnages se sentent bien) pour défendre le bon royaume de la Lune dirigé par Queen Serenity (oui, j'ai beaucoup bouffé des animes des années 80-90 quand j'étais petites, surtout Sailor Moon et Sakura Chasseuse de Cartes alors, des personnages de ses histoires revenaient souvent) et Aura partait sur Terre pour veiller à ce que le Soleil Noir ne corrompe pas les humains. C'est aussi là qu'elle a gagné sa queue de cheval haute sur le côté, qui va de plus en plus ressembler à une flamme au fil du temps, et ses ailes qui apparaissent et disparaissent aléatoirement vu que soit elle vole, soit elle flotte dans les airs étant donné qu'elle reste toujours toute petite (elle restait même souvent sur les épaules de ses amis, surtout son meilleur ami de Jupiter qui est immense).

(si, si, je jure, la queue de cheval est censé être à gauche ! ^^' Et ça, c'est le design plus travaillé, je ne suis pas arrivé à retrouver mes vieux vieux carnets avec son design original plus simple)

Ensuite, au fil de l'adolescence, elle restait en mission sur Terre mais, ça alternait entre "elle est là pour étudier les humains qui sont l'espèce la plus en retard du système solaire afin de les aider" et "elle est là pour étudier pour ensuite voter si les humains doivent continuer à exister ou pas vu qu'ils détruisent leur planète et veulent aller coloniser d'autres planètes une fois qu'ils auront pété la leur" (oui, le collège a été une période compliquée alors, j'aimais pas vraiment les autres humains, et j'avais pas encore le recul pour me dire que bon, la civilisation avancée qui vient aider les sauvages terriens, c'était pas une très bonne idée).

(j'avais un truc avec les horloges et les grosses mécaniques à l'époque du lycée... ça devait être quand les copains m'avaient poussé à aller sur Wattpad...)

A la fin du lycée où elle se calme aussi en même temps que moi niveau "je déteste les humains, je veux me barrer de cette planète", elle gagne un nouveau look avec un aspect plus steampunk vu que j'avais un gros délire sur les rouages et les design ultra complexe à ce moment-là qui remplace ses habits en feuilles. Elle a même gagné un frère "double" venant de Charon, le satellite de la planète Pluton (vu que les deux s'influencent beaucoup dans leur rotation et tournent de tandem, j'avais imaginé que dès que quelqu'un naissait sur Pluton / Charon, une autre personne naissait aussi sur l'autre planète et que les deux avaient un lien télépathique qui les unissaient comme des frères et soeurs) qui était spécialisé en géographie pendant qu'Aura préférait l'histoire. J'avais même l'idée de faire un manuel d'histoire romaine avec eux deux, où Aura se baladerait à Rome et dans l'Empire pour dire ce qu'elle voyait, avec son frère qui donnant des infos sur les environnements.

(Aura à gauche et en paysage, son frère Spirit à droite et en portrait, j'avais imaginé son design comme étant celui d'Aura mais en inversé [queue de cheval basse et à droite, un serre-tête à gauche au lieu d'un chapeau à droite, un tour de cou avec un pendentif en flamme plutôt qu'un pendant plus lâche des boutons droits au lieu de travers...)

A présent, même si je me sers d'elle plus comme d'une représentation de moi-même vu qu'on a vraiment grandi ensemble toutes les deux, elle a encore une petite histoire à elle pour le moment. C'est toujours une plutonienne qui vit sur Terre mais, comme journaliste avec son frère qui sert d'agent de liaison, et ses meilleurs amis viennent chacun d'une planète différente. Pour sa personnalité, c'est une personne assez vive et énergique, qui va facilement vers les autres et se fait plein d'amis (trait qu'elle a gardé de ma période adolescente, j'aurais adoré être bien moins timide et bizarre [j'arrivais pas à me plier à ce que je trouvais stupide comme le fameux "il faut souffrir {et geler} pour être belle"] à l'époque ^^'), très curieuse qui va fouiner n'importe où pour trouver des informations et se renseigner sur la Terre et maintenant, elle assume bien plus ses côtés plus étranges. Elle a aussi encore changé de look pour une apparence plus simple avec une veste, un haut croisé et son collier en forme de flamme que j'utilise à présent pour la représenter (beaucoup plus simple pour en faire des chibis qu'avec son design ultra détaillé ^^') même si je peux toujours la faire avec ses habits steampunk vu que j'aime toujours cette tenue ^^

C'est vraiment un perso que j'adore dessiner alors, elle évolue beaucoup et elle risque de faire d'autres apparitions sur ce blog ! :D

Idée en cours (et faut vraiment que je lui trouve un titre ^^') :

Pour cette idée, je me suis pas mal basée sur ce que j'avais déjà fait avec ma version de la famille Fraldarius mais, sans la contrainte du canon pour faire mon propre truc sans cet encombrant boulet au pied. Ma famille principale est principalement mes Fraldarius mais, où ils survivent tous jusqu'à la fin sans avoir besoin de les faire disparaitre par nécessité de coller au scénario du jeu (l'équivalent de Guillaume, Aliénor et Félicia survivent par exemple) avec une autre histoire qui se concentre plus sur leur ascension vu qu'ils sont de la toute petite noblesse cette fois mais, qu'ils montraient en grade petit à petit, même si l'aspect fantastique deviendrait de plus en plus important au fur et à mesure de l'histoire, notamment lors de la partie de la 2e génération (notamment avec le destin de Caemgen et la naissance de son petit dernier Dil, qui est né d'une vivante et d'un mort vu que son père a échappé de très peu à ça après avoir pâmé la discussion avec la faucheuse un moment alors, c'est plus ou moins une aberration car c'est pas censé arriver de naitre d'un ou d'une mort.e). Les origines aussi de cet univers seraient également vraiment imprégnés de magie qui aurait encore des retombés sur le présent, notamment parce qu'elle s'est imprégnée dans les environnements et influencent des régions entière.

Dans la première partie, même s'il y a de la magie, on se concentrait surtout sur Gwilim et Siofra Fontanges qui bâtissent petit à petit leur fortune et leur nom, tout en restant les rois de la débrouille et en n'hésitant pas trop avant de donner un coup de main à leurs sujets dans le but d'éviter les impôts, eux-mêmes étant opposés à pas mal de mesures du souverain, même s'il y aurait surement un équivalent à Ludovic étant donné qu'il finirait par aider un bon souverain à monter sur le trône, ce qui permettrait aussi de valider officiellement leur ascension. Pour les inspirations, ça irait surement beaucoup chercher dans l'histoire de France, mais aussi dans celle de mon coin en particulier. J'aimerais bien casé un équivalent à la Salle Héraldique, une très grande salle où tout le plafond est recouvert de blasons représentant les alliés des comtes du Forez, qui a été soit construite pour un mariage, soit pour l'émancipation d'un des comtes (si vous passer dans le coin, allez la voir, c'est magnifique !), peut-être pour quand Gwilim et Siofra marquent leur ascension pour montrer leur puissance avec une salle similaire. Un autre truc serait que pas mal de monastères fortifiés. Le Forez, c'est une zone frontalière avec des terres d'Empire (genre Lyon qu'on déteste depuis des générations) alors, y a pas mal de places fortes et fortifié tout le long de la frontières (je veux dire, ça c'est Saint-Romain-le-Puy, la tête de l'église qui est au sommet d'un piton rocheux avec une bonne enceinte, même si lui, c'est particulier, y a aussi un château avec -et là aussi, si vous êtes dans le coin, allez-y). ça pourrait être une bonne base pour la ville des Fontanges qui pourrait être perché en hauteur comme ça.

Mais pour la deuxième partie où on suit leurs enfants, là, on tournerait plus vers du fantastique où j'aimerais bien m'inspirer des contes français, et encore une fois foréziens comme les contes des quenouillères (oui, grande région où on faisait de la dentelle en hiver pour compléter ses revenus). J'aime beaucoup les contes de fées et les légendes alors, j'aimerais arriver à retranscrire leur ambiance, notamment avec les personnages encore humains qui ne comprennent pas ce qui se passe et reçoivent une punition karmique après avoir mal agi et continuer à mal agir en connaissance de cause.

J'aimerais bien caser une punition ressemblant au conte "L'Auvergnat" par exemple, où un homme particulièrement radin fait tomber son poisson (pourri car il a acheté le moins cher), ramasse à la place un gros crapaud qu'il mange mais, l'influence maléfique du crapaud (animal très lié au diable vu que plusieurs d'entre eux sont au mieux urticants, au pire toxiques - par pitié, n'en toucher jamais à mains nues, mettez des gants épais si vous devez en manipuler !) le rend complètement fou et vivre un véritable enfer avant de se faire brûler lui-même, où ce serait Dil qui - en pensant faire une farce à quelqu'un qui a mal parlé à son papa - met un crapaud dans le sac de cette personne en l'ayant chargé de sa magie.

Enfin, pour les origines de cet univers, ce serait aussi pas mal inspiré de mes Braves mais, sans devoir tous les faire mourir dans d'affreuses souffrances à la fin et qui ont un avenir un peu moins noir bouché foutu pour tout le monde en attendant que les persos du jeu viennent les sauver. ça partirait en cacahuète à un moment ou un autre pour que la suite de l'histoire arrive dans cet univers mais, ça me permettrait de faire une histoire qui se déroule pendant l'Antiquité, qui est ma période historique préférée.

En fait, le truc avec cette histoire, c'est que j'aimerai finir celles que j'ai en cours, même si c'est de la fanfic (notamment mon billet sur Pyrkaïa, une "petite" histoire tournant autour des lions de saphir qui trouve une pierre de résurrection, et j'aimerais aussi écrire une petite histoire sur Halloween, que ce soit en reprenant mon histoire de chasse fantastique de l'année dernière ou autour du fait que plusieurs personnages soient contrôlés mentalement sur AG avec tous les sacrifices qu'il faut faire pour les libérer) alors, je n'ai pas encore commencé à l'écrire. Au moins, ça fera bien mijoter l'idée avant de le mettre sur papier et ça me permettra de me décider si j'écris l'histoire de la famille Fontanges en premier ou l'origine de cet univers afin d'avoir un monde bien solide... enfin on verra bien !

[felice-jaganshi]

Alastor's Leash

Chapter 6

(Time for Radiostatic flashbacks!!!)

Zariah sighed and shook her arms, trying to shake off her nerves. She always felt uncomfortable passing the Vee's tower. But now she was going inside. Lucifer took one of her hands.

“Hey, I'm here for you. You got this.” He gave her a reassuring smile. She took another deep breath and steadied herself. 

“Yeah, I got this.” She gave his hand a squeeze before letting go and walking forward. As they entered the lobby, they were greeted by Velvette.

 

“Your majesty, it's an honor to make your acquaintance. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” Her tone was full of sass, clearly not happy either of them were there.

 

“I came to see Vox. I have something important to discuss with him.” Zariah said, and Velvette rolled her eyes.

“Look, I don't give a shit what's happened to Alastor. But Vox is not in the mood for guests. So I suggest you turn your bushy, frizzy tails around and leave! Orange is such an ugly fucking color!” 

Zariah bristled at the insult to her fur, and Lucifer was quick to put hands on her shoulders to calm her down. “Whoa! Hey, hey, how about I just take a look at some of your new designs? I have a new wife, and she just looooves fashion! I was hoping to surprise her with something… unique?”

 

Velvette raised an eyebrow, “Alright, if you'll both join me, then I guess it's fine.” 

They both followed her to her fashion floor of the tower. Once there, Lucifer took all her attention, while Zariah wandered the room, she eventually found a security camera and stared directly into it, waiting for any sign of Vox paying attention…

Eventually she felt the hairs on her neck stand on end. 

“Hey… I wanna talk about Al. Just you and me.” She kept her voice low, barely audible, trusting him to read her lips more than anything. After that, the elevator opened up on its own, and she stepped inside.

 _-_-_-_-_-_-

(Begin tatu's song "perfect enemy" for the full effect i was going for)

“Why should I welcome you into my tower? You've got thirty seconds to explain why I shouldn't kill you.”

 

“Alastor needs you. You used to be friends once, you could be that again.” She pulled something out of her pocket. She'd taken it from Alastor's room. It was a torn picture of vox.

His eyes went wide, “He… he kept it?”

 

“Yes, he did. He kept it in the same drawer as the gift I'd gotten him. Meaning he values it as much as me. Now if you don't help rescue him, he's going to die, and you'll never get the chance to hold this over his head!” She knew she'd be in deep shit with Al for this, he might even call off their engagement… but if it kept him alive, it'd be worth it. Vox turned his chair away from her, staring at his shark tank, expression unreadable. 

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Alastor groaned, agony wracking his body. If he could bleed to death, he surely would have already. But, being a powerful sinner came with the drawback of not being that easy to kill or destroy. There would be no escape via regeneration for him. Just constant pain until he broke. That was Her game after all, and why he'd been gone for seven years before too. That's how long it took the first time. Unfortunately, since the time between then and now was so short, he doubted he could last seven years this time. He gave himself one, to be generous.

 

Old memories surfaced, fond ones… he let his mind wander to them as a temporary escape from the pain.

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~The past~ (recommended songs: "loves me not" by tatu followed by "30 minutes" also by tatu)

Vox was bitching and screaming, “That fucking Zestial thinks he's so damn special just because he's the oldest overlord?! Well, one day, you and I are gonna be the strongest overlords! That'll teach him some fucking respect! Then we'll take him out.” He had a smirk on his big crt-tv face, and threw an arm around Alastor, who had been content to just listen to him bitch and moan.

 

“Hm, yes. One day they will all fear us, mon ami.” He had a soft smile on his face. “They will bow before the media demons.”

 

“Wanna go snipe some easy soul deals? I heard there's a new war on earth at the moment, so there should be a lot of weaklings pouring in we can trick. Like fish in a barrel.” Vox kept his tone chill, just enjoying time with his favorite person.

 

Alastor chuckled and removed Vox's arm from his shoulders, “What a splendid idea! A rare thing for you to have.” His words were light and playful. A light jab with no real venom to it.

 

“Hey, I got plenty of good ideas!” Vox huffed, “You're just too old fashioned to appreciate all of them.” He then went back to smiling and put his arm back around Al's shoulders, only for it to be removed again.

“Not in public, my friend. I'll indulge your need for touch in private.” Alastor said with a side eye. He was chastising him gently, like a child. But Vox couldn't be happier.

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Another memory, years later. Vox sat next to Alastor on their couch, Al looking at the newspaper. “Hey Al, mind if we talk for a minute? I had another crazy idea.” He was grinning ear to ear, his screen thinner than it used to be.

 

“Hm, what is it, mon ami?” He folded up the paper and set it in his lap.

Vox put an arm around Alastor's shoulders, “Can I tell you who I have a crush on?”

Alastor immediately froze, he had one question before jumping to conclusions, giving Vox one “out”... “Are you drunk, Vox?”

“Nope, completely sober. Al, I want us to be more than teammates. I want us to be life partners. Please, hear me out, nothing really needs to change just‐”

 

“If nothing needs to change, why the need for a new name for what we have?! You know I have no interest in men! I never have!” Alastor stood from the couch.

 

“Al, Al!” Vox stood too, trying to follow him, “Come on man, you haven't shown interest in anyone, man or woman in all the years you've been in hell with me! I just… I thought maybe what we had was special. You're just so… I need you in my life Al, please.” He tried to reach out, only for Alastor to lash out with his claws!

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~Present day~

 

Vox turned back around in his chair, looking Zariah dead in the eyes. “You're special to him, aren't you? What do you call your relationship with him?” He was jealous. Of course he was, she had what he wanted.

 

“We're queer platonic life partners. Rosie was a big help in helping him understand his feelings. He got really mad at me at first, thinking I was trying to trap him into a relationship he didn't want. But she calmed him down and made him see reason, that I didn't want him to do anything special, just be my friend that I sometimes cuddle…”

Vox glared at her, sending out wires to wrap around her neck, squeezing. “You fucker. I can't fucking stand your face. You managed to get everything I wanted! It's not fucking fair!! And then, you go and take Valentino from me too?! Why?! Why can't either of you let me be fucking happy?!?”

 

Zariah gripped at the cables, trying to yank them away, “V-val was‐ n-nothing to do with you! I- can get- you back in! Get Al to-” the wires lifted her off the ground and threw her into a wall. 

“No, what's the real difference between us? Is it because you're an angel? Or is it because you're a woman?” 

“The difference? Really?” She looked at him from the floor, “I'm weak and pathetic, that's what's different. He made a deal with me, and owns my soul completely. I'll do whatever it takes to protect him. Even if it kills me, and he knows it. He can feel my resolve and I'm pretty sure it scares him how much I love him. He would have lashed out and hurt me if he could in the beginning. But I refused to let him push me away.”

She stood back up on her feet. “I can get you his friendship back. Anything further is on you, but I'm okay sharing him with you as long as you don't fucking hurt him.”

 

“ ME?! You're afraid I'll hurt him?! Honey, it's more likely to be the other way around.” He growled at her.

 

Suddenly the door burst open! Velvette and Lucifer stood in the doorway. 

“What the shit is going on here?!” She snapped, marching towards Zariah, only to be blocked by Vox's cables. “Vox?” She looked over at him, worried.

He ignored Velvette, eyes focused on Zariah…

“So, what's our stupid rescue plan?”

[tsukimagi]

Rerebonsoir ahah~

On termine ce petit tour de mes mascottes avec la petite Alba, la correspondante étrangère de Irvin !📨

Alba est une petite Chauve-souris blanche du Honduras (ou Ectophylla alba). C'est une espèce de chauve-souris très populaire, d'une part parce qu'elle a une bouille absolument adorable, et d'autre part à cause de sa faculté à construire de petites tentes en grignotant de manière méthodique certaines partie de la feuille sous laquelle elle se suspend~ 🍃

Bref comme beaucoup, je fais partie du fan club de cette espèce et c'est tout naturellement que je l'ai choisie lorsque je souhaitais créer une correspondante pour Irvin ! (Ce concept découle directement de mon propre vécu scolaire ahahah)

Comme pour ses 2 amis, Alba porte elle aussi un accessoire, un chapeau surmonté d'une petite pousse en référence direct aux fameuses feuilles-tentes ~

Enfin, niveau caractère, c'est une chauve-souris assez calme et qui aime beaucoup le thé et la musique !

Ce design spécifique a été réalisé pour des stickers et des petits porte-clés, que vous pourrez retrouver sur ma boutique l'année prochaine o/

J'espère que ce petit tour de mes mascottes vous a plu, n'hésitez pas à me faire des retours et à bientôt pour d'autres illus !