#what friends etienne....

[gu6chan]

Etienne: my favourite colour is blue Michael: citizens of france, come and gaze upon the sad sight of a false saint who has led hundreds astray from the light of god under guise of his own word. a repugnant, vile heretic in company with whores and sodomites who takes the face of a boy to try and claim his own innocence. guards, crucify this demon and pray the lord has mercy enough on his soul to send him to the lesser circles of hell when he is cleansed from this earth Etienne: i like trucks and playing with my friends :)

[aroseyetbloomedwrites]

[sschmendrick]

Today was a shit day, announcing a shit week and a shit next month. Guess I'm just going to cut myself off from everyone, the small family lest I have included and just work and sulk in my room.

[paeoniaes]

another silly meme bc why not lol [LINK]

[authoralexharvey]

At the risk of him looking even more problematic, I am now entertaining the notion of Etienne LaChance being a trans man

[thornilee013]

Also Etienne because I wanna know more about Andrew's Emotional Support dog's friend.

prev | Etienne | WW 31.7.2024

One minute, Jean had been given at least a dozen plush toys for Etienne to play with, and the next he'd watched her place them all along the edges of her bed and lay on top of them. He wasn't sure what to make of the situation, other than that she seemed to enjoy the toys. She simply didn't enjoy them like a typical dog would. 

It all started when he got a stuffed elephant from Camille and Amélie. Etienne had carried it everywhere with her for a month, including on walks, and was sure to show it off to everyone who went by.

“Where’s Albert?” Jean asked her, and without fail, Etienne dropped Albert the stuffed Elephant into his open palm. Time, and dog slobber, had not been kind to the poor elephant, and many parts of his motley body were the result of patchwork Jean had done to keep the elephant whole. 

MASTERPOST

BONUS: I commissioned @emry-stars-art for a glimpse into Jean's life with Etienne!

(THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN, @emry-stars-art !!!!!!!!)

[planchettewrites]

I'm Just Half Alive (In my Struggle to Survive Without You) - NSFW

Remy LeBeau (Gambit)/ AFAB!Reader

DESCRIPTION: It's your first night as Mrs. Remy Etienne LeBeau, and your new husband cannot wait to show you how much he adores you.

CONTENT: SMUT, Protected Sex (Always Wrap it Before you Tap It), Praise Kink (?), M!Overstimulation, AFAB Reader, She/Her Pronouns Used, French Used

A/N: This was a labor of love! I wrote this over two days, and I've only been in the X-Men fandom for three days. I immediately fell in love with Gambit and then found out there were so few fanfics of him. I decided to change that. My two song inspirations were "My Way of Life" by Frank Sinatra and "Life Eternal" by Ghost. Enjoy bbys! If you like this fic, reblogs are very much appreciated, as are likes and comments.

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You smile as you look in the mirror. Today was arguably the best day of your life—you just became Mrs. Remy Etienne LeBeau, and nothing made you happier. 

Your wedding was exquisite. It occurred in one of the most beautiful venues in the French Quarter of New Orleans; the hall was rather large and historical. The hall was decorated with your favorite flowers—those your now husband had given you on your first date. The chandeliers in the building were all lit with candles that perfectly illuminated and complimented the ceremony. Your dress was similarly exquisite, and your closest friends were helping you pick it out. It was exactly what you wanted, and it fit absolutely perfectly—all with the help from the tailor’s shop, but that was beside the point. 

A majority of you and Remy’s coworkers and friends were there, even a sparse few from his days in the Thieves Guild. You were thrilled: everyone who loved you and Remy supported you on your big day. 

The ceremony was gorgeous. Filled with tears from both the guests and the wedding party, you two exchanged your vows. You spent about five minutes saying your vows to one another, making the other sob in the process. You did your best to speak some Cajun French in your speech, making Remy cry harder. Your husband wasn’t one to let his bravado falter, but seeing him in happy tears made you melt. You looked at your guest when he began to cry, and some of the toughest X-Men you knew were similarly in tears. In your vows, you both promised to share the rest of your beautiful, chaotic lives with each other, and come what may, your love will never falter. You two were bonded in holy matrimony; nothing could change that. 

Your first kiss as husband and wife was something you’d never forget. You both had practiced that dip for the past three months and had pulled it off perfectly. Of course, your husband, being your husband, kissed you harder and longer than you anticipated, which made your head spin and your heart soar. Walking back down the aisle, nearly dancing the whole way down, had suddenly made all the stress of planning the wedding worth it. 

The reception was a mere two hours ago, and it was a whirlwind of laughter, happiness, dance, and minor chaos. Your first dance was to “My Way of Life” by Frank Sinatra, and if the two of you weren’t looking lovingly at each other while dancing, one or the other was murmuring the words under their breath. That song perfectly encapsulated how you two felt about each other: you were each other’s way of life. Each day, you awoke to live, eat, and breathe each other. In some ways, you felt you were made for each other. As you were dancing, your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, your arms wrapped around his neck and his around your waist. 

After your first dance and the further rupture of applause and tears, Remy and you began to socialize with family and friends. Ever the charmer your husband was, recounting the stories to your family and friends of how we knew you were the one the moment your eyes locked. Some of the telepathics in your reception had told you not a single lie was spoken by your husband; he meant every single word he said. 

Now, there you were, looking into the mirror of the hotel you two stayed at. The two of you spared no expense regarding your honeymoon, and you both wanted to make sure it was as memorable as possible. 

The black velour robe you wore kept you comfortable as you took all the pins and accessories from your hair. The kind ladies doing your hair certainly knew what they were doing, but they sure had put a lot of bobby pins in your hair. As you recounted the night in your head as the final pin came out, a satisfied sigh escaped your lips. 

As if right on cue, your husband walked into the room, two champagne glasses in hand. “Joie de vivre,” he said to himself. You turned around to face him, a large smile growing on your face. Remy looked divine, with a white suit that fit him perfectly, your favorite flower on his lapel, and his hair tied back. You always thought your husband looked wonderful but particularly good in a three-piece suit. “Ma chérie, you look as beautiful as always.”

“Thank you, my dear.” you smiled as he handed you the glass of champagne. As you sipped, you watched your husband remove his jacket and put it in the closet, placing the flower on the bed’s side table. His movements were smooth like his words, and you heard him sing one of the songs from the reception under his breath. “How’s it going, sweetheart?” you ask him. 

Remy responded in his native tongue: “C’est tout un sucre, chérie. Happier than I’ve ever been.” He waltzes over to you and presses a kiss to the top of your head. 

“I love you, Remy.” you place your hand on his cheek, stroking it gently. 

“I love you too, darlin’.” he smiles. 

This was happiness—absolute happiness. Nothing felt more right than this; this was perfection. Here you were with the love of your life, and he was with his. 

“Now, chérie, you look absolutely stunning,” his charming timbre weakens your knees. His hands fell to your shoulders and ran up and down your arms. “And I think I need some alone time with my wife.” 

You show him a coy smile. “Your wife? Hmm…I think I can make that happen.”

As you sit up from your chair, Remy guides you to the large bed against the wall’s middle. The bed was easily a California King with beautiful black sheets and a duvet cover. Remy guided you to lie down, and you looked at him with a dorky look. Remy was gorgeous, with his red and black eyes, chestnut hair, and body built like Adonis himself. 

“What you smilin’ at, ma chérie?” he laughed, his hands finding your waist.

“You!” you gush. “You’re just so handsome, and kind, and brave, and…and really fucking sexy.”

He laughs again and begins to fiddle with the tie of your robe. “You think Gambit is sexy? Well, you’re a sight, too, doll.”After a look of silently asking to undress you, you nodded. As he undid your robe, he smiled when he saw what was underneath—a breathtaking lingerie set. The set was a bit more expensive than you were willing to spend, but you knew that some sacrifices needed to be made for your wedding. “You’re tryin’ to kill Gambit aintcha?”

“Maybe.” you laughed, propping yourself up to fully strip yourself of the robe. You watched as your husband began to unbutton his dress shirt, slowly and precisely, and never breaking eye contact. You knew your husband too well at this point—he was teasing you. He attempted to test your patience, and simultaneously, he gave you a show. You could feel your cheeks flush. Something about your husband made him impossible to resist—whether it was that Louisiana charm or his general personality, something about him beckoned you like a siren song. 

As the dress shirt hit the ground, Remy reached for your hands, helping you stand. He spun you around gently, getting a good look at your body in that clearly expensive white set. He wolf-whistled, which made you giggle. “Damn, chérie, you’re gonna be lucky if I don’t rip that off of ya.”

As you finally faced him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed your husband. These types of kisses felt like fireworks—maybe it was the slight kinetic energy that always radiated from Remy, or perhaps it was just the product of your love. If you had to guess, it was probably a mix of both. 

His hands fell to your waist, and he swiftly picked you up and placed you back on the bed. His lips traveled from yours to your neck, kissing at the crook of your neck to that sensitive spot he learned early on. Letting out a quiet moan, you could feel his smirk on your neck as he continued pressing kisses there. His hands explored your body freely, from massaging your perfect breasts to gently squeezing your thighs. The journey of his hands ended at the hem of your panties, a silent plea to let him take them off of you. Your response to that silent plea was another nod, and suddenly, your husband was off your neck and on his knees. 

Your husband did the hard work of spreading your legs for you, giving him a perfect view of your pussy. He licked his lips and smiled. “Bon appétit.” He pressed a lingering kiss to your knee before working down your thigh. Wrapping his arms around your thighs, he began to lap at your cunt with the vigor of a man starved. You let out a loud and staggered breath as your husband pulled his tongue from your entrance to your folds. He continued this movement until your breaths became ragged enough to where he decided it would be a good time to suck at your clit. 

“God, you’re so fucking gorgeous.” He paused for a second to say–almost as if he were saying it to himself and dived back into your core. You let out a deafening whine as he lapped at your clit, then sucked it particularly hard. 

He noticed your hips begin to buck at no discernible rhythm, and if there was one thing your husband was during sex, it was a talker. His thumb replaced his tongue, rubbing your clit in tight circles. “You like that, ma charmante?” your hips bucked against his fingers, and you let out a loud moan. “That’s it. Show me what you got, chérie. Work yourself on my fingers.”

“Shit!” you moaned. Your movements were becoming jerky—you were close. Remy immediately went back to lapping at your cunt, his finger making its way into your walls. Within seconds, you let out a moan you were sure the other patrons of the hotel could hear. 

You were practically dry-heaving, and within seconds of removing himself from your thighs, you pressed a heavy kiss to Remy’s lips. Your hands cupped his face, and one of his hands went to the small of your back. 

“God, Remy…” you heaved. Part of you couldn’t even form a sentence. You felt euphoric. Remy was always good with his tongue, both in his words and in his skills. 

“Yes, chérie?” Remy smiled. He was thoroughly enjoying this. You learned over the years that his pleasure came from your pleasure. You saw that in the way he’d do anything to make you laugh, you saw that in the way that he would cook for you, and you saw that in the way that sexually, your pleasure came first. 

“Remy, I need you.”

“Then take what is yours, darlin’.” 

You stood up carefully—your legs feeling like jelly—and pressed hard kisses to his lips. Dropping to your knees, you began to expertly unbuckle the oversized belt buckle of your husband’s belt. You place one hand on your husband’s large thigh as if to keep yourself steady. You could feel your mouth water at the thought of sucking his cock. You look up at him, your eyes meeting his. You begin to toy with his erection, palming him over his dress pants. As you finish unbuckling this belt, Remy slides his pants and underwear down to his ankles, swiftly kicking them off. 

You begin to move your hand up and down his shaft, hearing him let out a groan. A few strokes later and you lower your mouth onto his cock. You use your tongue to lick around the tip of his cock, and you lower yourself and take more of him into your mouth. He lets out a moan as you bob your head up and down on his shaft, taking as much of him as you could. You hollowed your mouth to create a light suction, which made your husband see stars. 

Remy finds his hands in your hair, letting you set your own pace. As you continued to worship his cock with your tongue, he began to blab. “Tu te sens si bien, chérie. So fucking good. Keep going…just like that. Fuck, keep going.”

As you swirl your tongue around the head of his cock one more time, he ruffles your hair. “Ma charmante et talentueuse femme, I need to fuck you.” he groaned. 

With a pop, you remove yourself from his cock with a devious smile on your face. “I’m all yours, Remy.” 

He guides you to the bed again and smacks your ass playfully. You turn to swat at him, and he laughs gently. You almost want to cry; you’re so happy. You are married to the love of your life; it’s your wedding night, and you are spending it with the man you love more than anything. Now, you were having your first night as husband and wife—you couldn’t be happier. As you find the headboard, you lean back and bend your knees, spreading your legs. You were on full display for your husband; by the looks of it, he certainly wasn’t complaining. 

“Hold on, ma chérie, one moment.” Remy started to search through the side table drawer, where he found what he was looking for: the box of condoms. You watched as he rolled the condom onto his cock, and you smiled to yourself. Remy had always been one for condoms; even times when you just wanted him to fuck you raw, he would kiss your hand and promise to always take care of you first. 

Crawling onto the bed, your husband towered over you, moving to hover above you. You looked up at him, your eyes full of need and lust. He pressed another kiss to your lips as he guided the head of his cock to your entrance. He moves his hips forward, and inch by inch, you begin to take him. You both moan at the feeling of euphoria. 

Remy continues to push his hips forward, beginning to rock in and out of you. He moves his hips slowly and deeply, as he prefers, to feel all of you as you take him. For the first time since your first dance, you feel your eyes well with tears. Remy is quick to catch onto this and stops his movements entirely. “Oh babydoll, what’s wrong?” 

“I’m just,” you start, “so happy to be yours, Remy.”

“Oh, these are happy tears!” he coos and places his hand on your cheek and the other on the headboard. He continues his ministrations in your cunt, feeling how you take him so, so well. You feel so full, and despite being with Remy for this long, you don’t think you’d ever get accustomed to this feeling. His cock is nestled between your walls, and each thrust urges you closer to an orgasm. 

Heat coils in your lower stomach as Remy thrusts into you, and for not the last time that evening, he talks you through the feeling. “Oh, ma femme, ma magnifique femme, you take me so well. And I love you, I love you so fucking much.”

“I’ve only been yours, love, and I’ll be yours for the rest of time.” you moan, repeating his sentiments out loud. 

“Damn straight. It sounds good coming from your lips. Gambit was gonna make you his, even when he first met you.” he groaned, the smirk on his face returning. “And I’ll be yours for the rest of time.”

You wrap your legs around your husband’s waist, letting him hit that spongy spot inside of you. His thrusts are starting to become faster, and with each thrust, he bucks his hips to ensure he is fully sheathed inside you. You’re close, so, so incredibly close. 

You yelp, “Fuck, Remy, I’m close, I’m really, really close.”

“Me too, darlin’.” he groans. His hand falls to your waist, and he begins to thrust far more erratically. He fucks you into him, slamming into you, causing you to moan his name. Loud. 

You’re nearly dry-heaving again as he fucks you. That heat in your stomach that had turned into a coil had started to unwind. You were coming close to another orgasm. 

“Fuck—I’m coming, shit!” Remy groans. Although, his pace doesn’t relent as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm.

Your legs tighten around him as that coil becomes completely undone. “Remy, shit, God, I love you. I love you so fuckingmuch. I am so fucking happy to be your wife! I can’t wait to make you a family!” you pant, your finish further slicking the space between you. 

“I love you so much. More than you know…and, and, I’ll love you forever, chérie!” His voice was shaky and erratic as he overstimulated himself to rock you through your orgasm. 

As you both begin to still, your breath erratic, you grab hold of him and just let his weight crash onto you. He buries his face in your shoulder, and you hear him let out a sigh. He mutters something to himself in his native tongue and presses a light kiss to your neck. You can hear him mutter one thing as he pushes himself upwards: “I love you.”

He nearly projects himself to your side, grabbing your hand and gently kissing your palm. “You’re my world. You truly are.” 

“I mean every word I said,” you murmured, so breathless you could barely speak, “I am really so happy to be your wife.”

“And I’m happy to be your husband.” he smiled, turning to face you. You pressed a gentle kiss to his lips and smiled. You were happy, and now you get to look forward to an eternity with the man you loved. Come what may, no matter how big or small, you would have Remy by your side. And that was going to be your way of life. 

[mjjune]

TWTR: A COMIC SANS INTRO

as requested/voted on for my 1k follower celebration! thank you so much to everyone who voted and who cares enough about this story to want to know more 💕

artists featured: check them out!!!

@neapaulatan, @ichimakesart, @littlestpersimmon, @akiwitch, @vacantgodling

below the cut is a full image description and twtr's taglist! reply here or message me if you want to be added ✨

[Image Description:

A Comic Sans WIP intro of 9 slides with dark gray background and various images.

Slide 1: Title page with a dark background of green leaves with the title "TWTR: a comic sans wip intro as requested by my followers <3"

Slide 2: "So WTF is TWTR?" with an image of illustrated art of a forest scene with a tree growing through a cottage in the background, a silvery ax with a dragon design sticking out of the earth in the foreground. The slide reads, "a retelling, sorta, more of a sequel ! the prologue is a little red riding hood retelling, and the rest of the novel is the aftermath. red is not so little anymore. the wolf is back for blood and the woodsman has to finish what he started 6 years ago." In smaller font, a note in parentheses says, "and no i will not tell you what twtr stands for. it’s an ongoing joke now that half my betas still didn’t know what it meant even though it was on the signup sheet 🫠"

Slide 3: The Story. Has an illustrated gif image of the woodsman facing away from the audience, his cape blowing in the wind. He has an ax in his left hand, a raven sitting on his right shoulder in the woods. the slide reads: "the woodsman, an outsider, saves a little girl from a legendary beast, only to find out that she’s?? whoops?? the nearby kingdom’s princess and only heir??? so naturally, if you were the queen, and some strange outsider dude pops out of the evil magical forest with your 10yo daughter claiming he saved her from The Wolf™ ... uh, yeah, that’s sus. he’s arrested and has to prove (via dark shit i won’t go into) that he’s magic-free before he can join kingdom society."

Slide 4: Yikes, then what? Has a banner image of the woods with a cloaked figure in the center, fog rising from the bottom, with a raven with glowing eyes in the corner. The slide reads: "over the years, he works his way up to become red’s personal guard. he has his first real friend of his entire life?? 🥺 until the wolf shows back up, working its way through the kingdom devouring people. avery must kill the beast once and for all before it gets to red. as he tracks it, though, he uncovers lies that go deep not only within the kingdom, but his own past. he finds The Wolf™ in the woods, where it offers him a deal: the truth, for red. which will avery choose??? 👀"

Slide 5: Wait so who are these people?? Has 3 icon images of the main characters. First is "Avery, The Woodsman. known for being short, baby-faced, and a man of few words; mysterious past prior to saving red and joining the kingdom." His icon is an illustrated profile view of a short dark-haired tan-skinned man with freckles and a bit of scruff and a serious expression. Second is "Red, Princess Anara. the spirited heir to the throne; angry that she’s not included in royal affairs and wants to learn everything." Her icon is illustrated art of a young girl with blue eyes, red hair in a braid, wearing a dark hooded cloak looking at the audience. Last is "The Wolf™, a monster of legend, rumored to be immortal that lives in the dark forest surrounding the kingdom; the size of a room and devours people whole :P yum yum." Its icon is a dark image of a wolf with glowing white eyes looking at the audience.

Slide 6: Surely there are other characters, MJ??? Slide is plain with a bulleted list of info, which reads: "Honorable Mentions: MAGNUS, the elite guardsman who trains avery and has a complicated history (an unintentional fan favorite); QUEEN ETIENNE, the queen of the kingdom and red’s mom; "GRANDMA", an elderly woman who red liked to visit (secretly) in the woods and was devoured by The Wolf™."

Slide 7: Also Featuring. Slide reads "a badass ax, hand-crafted by avery’s long-deceased parents; giant trees the size of houses; giant burrowing lizards; religious coercion :); magic metal; magic plagues; magic soup; intimate platonic hair braiding; cute child cameos; southern hemisphere world (aka the north is warm and the south is cold)". To the right is an illustration of avery's ax, a dark handle with silvery ax with an etched dragon design.

Slide 8: Ok, but is it gay? with small parentheses note: "how dare you ask me this honestly." Bullet points read: "unfortunately this is classified :) (tbf even in the book i keep it loose and open to interpretation), but here are some themes which may or may not be queer: “(unconscious) true love’s kiss breaks the spell” except does it tho???; princess “uninterested in courting”; handsome shy wallflower guy gets asked to dance by 100 girls and declines them all (think cullen from dragon age lmao); shapeshifting as a metaphor for... things :); found family / family doesn’t have to be blood / adoption; lights vs. dark not being a clear-cut good vs. evil, nuanced morality etc.

Slide 9: Art credits! Slide reads: "a HUGE thank you to all the artists i’ve commissioned! they’re all linked below! check them out! in order of appearance: dark forest scene by neapaulatan; avery cape gif by ichimakesart; foggy banner and wolf icon (fan-made); avery icon by littlestpersimmon; red icon by akiwitch; avery’s ax by vacantgodling. Below the credits, it reads, "Thanks for reading! and as a reminder, all my works have a taglist! if you want a notif every time i post about this wip let me know :)"

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[thetwstwildcard]

"Not all stories have a happy ending, but every ending is a new beginning"

Full Name: Leah Fiorello

Gender: Female

Age: 19 (technically 436)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Birthday: May 12th

Star Sign: Taurus

Height: 165 cm (Roughly 5'5)

Eye Color: Shades of blue, pink and purple

Hair Color: Silver

Homeland: Briar Valley

Dorm: Pomefiore

Year: 3rd

Club: Board Games

Best Subject: Ancient Incantations

Worst Subject: Ancient Curses

Favorite Food: Pastina

Likes: Exploring, freedom, horse riding, flower picking, learning about foreign kingdoms, the arts, watching knights train and her son

Dislikes: Her physical weakness, Etienne Inclementia, being brought back against her will, her ex husband, people who harm nature and having to hide her identity/relationships

Hobby: Flower picking

Personality: The dreamy former queen of the neighboring human kingdom in the Briar Valley. During her time she was killed by her husband via an iron sword while she protected fae. Formerly human, she was brought back to life as a pseudo-fae due to Etienne Inclementia who was obsessed with her during her life. Like her son, she is rather sleepy as she has only been awake/"alive" in her current state mere months before Yuu's arrival. Her appearance and name were lost to time in the 400 some years since her death and so outside of those who lived back then, her existence was erased (by her former husband). As she has been asleep all this time she is out of date with many things and still has an older style of speaking.

Unique Magic: Sovereign's Mend: Allows her to heal wounds and undo minor curses

Trivia:

Was married at age 17 and became pregnant at age 18, ultimately dying at 19

The last thing she told her chaperones (the three fairies) was to "Protect my dearest Caeso" (what she had named Silver)

Often butted heads with Baal

Stumbled into Lilia (literally) while hiding from the three fairies to pick flowers in the Briar Valley. Think the Princess Mononoke knife scene but with Leah saying "You're beautiful" since Lilia was the first fae she had ever saw (only ever heard of fae or read hateful lies)

Often sneaked out of her kingdom to help fae in the forest

Apologized to fae for her husband's and kingdom's doings (and used her UM to heal the wounds her people inflicted on fae)

Her current form was achieved by Etienne, though her faehood was brought about by draining all the blood from her restored body and replacing it with fae blood (aka Etienne's)

Etienne used Lilia's blood to awaken her (hid this "project" of his from Lilia for all this time). From this the first thing she did awake was cry as she saw Lilia's memories of raising Silver (something she never got to do).

She was happy to know that someone she trusted raised him but it was bittersweet as the sole light of her life at that time was her son and she did not get to raise him herself.

Is close to Silver but has never told him of their connection. In her eyes her son (aka Caeso) is gone, while for Silver he thought he was orphaned (with human Leah dying all those years ago)

A childless mother but will never reveal who she is to her son (Silver) so she keeps her maternal love for Silver hidden

Is still adjusting to fae abilities

Mourns Meleanor's death as she was a dear friend in her life. She did call Malleus by her name when she first saw him

[karl-jensen]

Railway Series accurate Etienne

Perhaps one of the more obscurer characters in Thomas and Friends would have to be the Foreign Engines in The Great Race. All of which are based on real-world locomotives with some of historic significance. One of which would be Etienne the French Electric engine who broke the land speed record on March 1955.

I drew him last March as a "what-if" take on the character if he appeared in The Railway Series. I gave him an embedded face like some Diesel characters (such as Daisy, BoCo, Bear, etc.) and his real-world livery that the actual 9004 has. Instead of giving him his name as seen on the plates, I gave him his real-world number as well as the SNCF logo.

Below is the "gray face" version of Railway Series Etienne.

To accompany his "Railway Series" appearance. I made up a story based on his real-world record breaking run and made several original characters based on engines that the SNCF used. One of them is an American-built SNCF Class 141R as well as an SNCF Class 241A. Seen below are the characters that I created.

[callsigns-haze]

Pretty like a crime

Chapter 5

Pairing: Agent Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Singlemom! Agent Y/n 'Cobra' Y/l/n

Summary: Cobra is finally back on the agency and is finally back in the job. With Kai at home she has to jumble being a mother and a agent. She's sent to her first U.C mission but never thought that she would meet a blonde, green eyed Texan...

Warning: Mentions of gun use, ptsd, mentions of death, mentions of shooting, flirting, mentions of abuse, description of dead body, death, blood, undercover work, alcohol use, smut, kissing

Part 1/ Part 2/Part 3/ Part 4

"So how are you meant to figure this out?" You ask leaning back on your fiancee's lap as the two of you observe the overwhelming and exotic papers that lie in front of you in his private home office. Matt has been toppled with work assignments recently, which have been overwhelming for him at home and works. Matthew sighs into the back of your neck. This is tiring for him; such a thing like overtime hours at home.

"I don't bloody have a clue anymore, darling. I'm on the bridge of throwing this out the window," he murmurs into the croak of your neck, leaving delicate kisses up to your ear. He rests his arms which wrap around your body, while slightly rubbing your lower back. "Oh daddy, let your darling help you," you say with a slight tease at your tone but this much more focuses on actually trying to help without knowing too much. "Darling, calling me daddy while sitting on my lap will only earn you an extra task," he smirked into your neck and you let your cheeks blush at the comment.

"Cobra, baby, sit still… I truly hate working on people like this." Matt had a valid point these people were unbreakable, any evidence you have against them is either invalid or destroyed in seconds. Nobody had a hook on them and nobody dared to mess with them. People who had anyone on their side due to money, relations or fame. "People like us," you mumble.

"Amen to that…amen to that."

-

His lips against your skin were flaming, with passion and a side of love. If anyone asked you how to describe this sensation the only thing you'd manage to choke out is 'euphoria'. That's the only way of putting it as his mouth leaned to kiss your chest, right where your heart beat, right in between your plump breasts. He started sucking on the nipple of your right hand breast into his mouth.

"Matthew."

"Hmm?" He questionly mumbled against your nipple which caused you to let out a sigh. "Your phone." You both knew who was calling and what they wanted. Matthews father has run a business for years, quite close friends with Tom. Matthew father has a weird source of trust and his own way of trusting people. He makes them his family. A trust that no one dares to break, no one tries to ruin but yet somehow you were added to this trust, ages before marriage.

He picks up the phone from your night stand and answers the calling number. "Mhmm…. yeah… she's with me…. no we don't have it… give us thirty minutes, we'll be there." You look at your husband as you rush to your shared wardrobe and quickly grab a long dress and flat fancy shoes. "Matt, what happened?" You ask as your husband unsuccessfuly tries to sped dress on one of his work suits. He looks over at you with the look, the look he asks you to tie his tie.

You hold the slick red material and start tieing it slowly and carefully. "My dad got into business trouble again. He wants everyone there. It's about some past incident, he wanted to know if you were with me." His father never asked if you were with Matt, just expected you to always be there and you were. You slip on your shoes and ask, "Why would father specifically ask for me?"

Valid question one that should have to be considered. Why would he ask for his daughter-in-law specifically. "I don't know, darling, thought it does have to do something with a past situation."

- "Etienne, calm down! There has to be a valid explanation to this!" Penelope said calmly, trying to soothe the man but that did not work with her will. "Penelope, if they find true evidence behind this, I'm done for!" Etienne rarely raised his voice at people close to him. He was married twice and now is single but all you believe that he sleeps with Pene, his advisor.

You and Matthew stop listening to the conversation and Matt announces your arrival, "Dad, we're here!" The two of you walk into the elongated and widened hallway. "Jesus, thank the lord you're here, darling," Your father in law says as he quickly makes his way to you and wraps his arm about you. "Y/n/n we have a situation that has your parents involved." It felt like all the weight has been dropped on your shoulders. Where they ok? What happened?

"Are Sarah and Tom okay?" You ask as your voice is on the bridge of breaking. "It's not about them…"

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"I'm gonna take a quick shower," you say in your and Jake's shared hotel room. Due to Mavericks choice and Justin's help the two of you are now disguised as a married, ghost gun selling couple. It was a fit role for the two of you. It was buyable.

"Yeah, go ahead. I'll order us something. What would you like?" Jake said, his green eyes twinkled slightly as you looked at them, the tiny twinkle that glistened your day. "Just order me whatever you're getting."

You enter the bathroom. The two of you were disguising as a rich couple but this is one of the fanciest rooms you've occupied in ages. The marbled walls, the enormous white bath, it felt like a distant home.

You strip off your earlier awear and it pools around your feet. You grab one of your slick black hair ties and tie a quick messy bun to prevent your hair from getting soaked. Bending over the white bath, you turn on the water and overload it with bubble solution. You wait until there's a right amount of water till you sink in.

Jake lays back in the big king sized bed that fills most of the room. There was only one bed. To make the disguise believable, there had to be one bed. He didn't know how to feel about this. His feelings for you existed; pumping through his veins with passion and for not knowing how long, he'll have to share a bed with you pretending there's no feelings involved.

He lays for a little longer, untill there's a knock on the door with a young man screaming from the other side, 'Room Service!'. He opens the door and thanks the young lad taking the plates of him and lays them on the small table in the room. He knocks on your bathroom door and says, 'Hey Cobs, room service came!'. Your response was a simple 'coming' but that knock was a bit to much for Jake.

He sat on the bed and only noticed it now. When he knocked the door opened slightly, even the small gap was euphoric. He didn't think much of it until your naked back filled the frame he was looking through. As you reached for your towel he saw every detail of your back, each of your curves and your ass. He was going hard and he knew it. All of this turned him on marvelously.

There were scars that covered your back slightly, each that had a different, cruel story to sob through but to Jake they didn't cause you to lose any beautiful, just enlight it.

As you dried yourself, your hands run up and down the indented skin. To him it seemed like you weren't used to them, a sort of shame due to having them. As you turn to the side more, he clearly sees more of the side of your body, the curves, edges are presented to him as some sort of painting, a sort of fantasy. He's seen many women naked and done many things but this, this was making him hit a rocky bottom.

"Ooh you got good food!" You exclaim to see the delicious dishes that lay in front of you. Jake knew what you liked, he had similar taste but also was really observant. He was wearing only sweatpants as he went to shower before you.

You shouldn't have looked down, you shouldn't even look in that direction. Jake's frame leans against one of the walls but the bulge in his pants was solid hard. 'Keep it professional!' you tell yourself as you're about to scream, feeling like being part of some teenage dream.

Every ridge, every indent was shown through the gray loose material. You were raised that it was rude to stare but was it rude if it stared back at you. You've never been in such situations, not ones that you've felt this flustered with a coworker.

You were married young, your first time spent with your ex husband; back then he identified as your secret boyfriend, so from the start it was the same old game, but now this was a different guy, maybe better than the last but you couldn't control yourself.

"Emm… So what's the plan layout?" "The what?"

"The plan of action?!" Jake does a weird hand signal while expressing his speech. You were so stuck in thought basic words weren't making sense to you anymore. "Ummm…well… Tomorrow is when everyone arrives, apparently they have a reservation at 8.34 exactly where they sneak into a private area of the opera house. As long as I know all the opera part is set up just as a distraction during sales." That's exactly all the information you were told off by Justin. That was the dealing plan. All you had to do is just ruin it, if you managed to do so the whole organisation plan goes down and you finally get rid of them all as they enter behind bars.

"So we don't strike till tomorrow?" Innocent question, innocent answer. "Yeah, we have nothing for today." Jake smiled at you. This was the first time you two were truly alone; not in work or meeting, not when the two of you met in the park, this was the first time with peace.

The two of you enjoyed your food in peace, just a peaceful silence. It was filled with thoughts, both from you and Jake. You two looked up at each other, gaze locked. You've never been so peaceful or awkward with each other. Usually this was all filled with little arguments or teasing but this was a calm and nice dinner, one that it seemed like you both needed.

"So, you nervous?" You ask him, quite interested in if the blonde Texan has been much undercover in such types of missions. Usually all you've seen Jake work in is patrol and here he is, pretending to be some fake character with a fake identity. "I mean yeah, but I much prefer to be here, then have you doing this all alone," that smirk , that Texan smirk never leaves as it shouldn't.

"Well thank you for your generosity, but I'd much likely thrive," he knew you could, he knew that with your skill you were truly capable of taking care of yourself without his help or anyone else's.

"Here let me take this off you," Jake suggests, taking the empty dish from beneath you and putting it beside a empty windowsill. Gentleman. A man you can determine his anger from how he cuts a cucumber.

Soon after he walks over to the bed and takes away his pillow placing it in the small sofa in the room until you grab his wrist and quickly stop him in his own actions. "What are you doing?" You should know, it's quite obvious but with Jake the answer could be unbelievable. "You can take the bed and I'll take the couch, I know we act a married couple but I thought you might be uncomfo-" You quickly cut him off in his next words by placing you delicate finger upon his lips and wishpering. "The beds big enough for the both of us, and trust me I'm quite comfortable."

"Y/n, it's truly o-" You cut him off again this time the distance between the two of you barely existing. You're so close that you can feel him against you, which causes you blushing and makes you want to fold over but you had to keep strong here; 'no funny business'. "Take the bed with me Jake."

It was 23:11, but Jake couldn't sleep. His mind was elsewhere; engulfed in the beauty and passion that the woman beside him held within herself. He didn't know how to feel about this at all. The woman that made him stop the feelings he felt towards anyone else was sleeping beside him with no clue of his deeper feelings.

He turned to his left to see your sleeping figure lightly spread out on your side of the enormous bed. So peaceful, he's never seen you look this calm in all the time the two of you spend together. You even seem nice when you sleep.

This may seem like he's some sort of pheodofile or physcopath but he loved the way you slept. The way your light breaths raised your chest delicately up and down as the soft sounds, that barely exists, exit your lips. The way it seems like your heart skips a beat when you lake a long breath or the way your hair falls.

It was so careless, calm and free. It opened around you like a.lions mane, showing off the power it holds within all the fluff; where else there was one loose strand of hair across your face.

Jake preps himself up against his own elbow and delicately puts the strand behind your ear, while the softest whispers leave his lips, "You don't know what you do to me, Cobra. You have absolutely no clue."

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ETIENNE (TONY) 2014-2018

I played rugby all four years I spent at college, and just like my teammates I’ve got the ass to prove it.

You know, it’s funny. I had a girlfriend my first year. My high school sweetheart. I remember we’d do coach’s infamously gruelling practice drills. I’d hobble back to my apartment, barely able to walk, my glutes screaming at me. And my girlfriend would be like “eww, your butt’s getting so big, it’s gross.” She’d tell me all her friends were making fun of me, and of her for dating me. She wanted me to quit the team and go on a diet. Stop hanging out with all those muscly big-butt bros. It was really upsetting me how unsupportive she was.

But I had a meeting with Coach, and he gave me great advice. You should always be yourself, and do what you want to do, and the right people will like you for it. And if someone doesn’t like you for who you really are, it’s not meant to be.

So I broke up with that girl Thanksgiving weekend of my first year on the team.

Anyway, you met Craig already, right? Gigantic ass, in every sense. He was on the team the same time as me. We’ve been together for eight years now. Couldn’t imagine a better life, or a sexier man to share it with. Funny how things have a way of working out.

[andromeda-grace]

Writeblr Introduction

Hi, I’m Andromeda (she/they). I am returning to Writeblr and decided to start a new blog for my WIPs and writing updates! I want to use this blog to shout out other Writeblrs, make posts about my current WIPs, and experiences in publishing. I mostly write original fiction but write fanfic when the inspiration strikes. I love Writeblr games and asks!

This blog is a safe space for all identities, gender & sexuality, neurodivergence, race, and religion. I do my best with content and trigger warnings.

My Writing: Genre and Representation

I love horror, sci-fi, and fairy tales 

I don’t enjoy romance (if it’s only the pursuit and drama), but I love writing nuanced love stories where people communicate well and put effort into building relationships

Lots of queerness and queer relationships

BIPOC main characters

Neurodivergence- shout out to the undiagnosed ADHD queens, the anxiety, and masking/coping behaviors

Trauma, out of context, is seen as personality

Smut- sex is a part of life and it’s fun to write. Get down, make mistakes, get messy. My sex scenes aren’t just conventionally attractive people putting on a show. I emphasize body diversity, complexities of gender identity, and emotional state

Tropes:

Found Family

Villains

Redemption- working to be a better person, even when it’s hard

Poly-Amory- we often have more than one close friendship, and have variety and nuance in those different relationships, so the same thing goes for romance

Morally gray/Feral girls- women have so much responsibility put on them for the emotional wellbeing of others, but what if they aren’t capable of that? (think Broad City/ Bottoms)

Finished works:

The Devil You Know- short story- Out now! Find your copy here

Genre: horror, vampires, fairytale

Vibe: The Green Knight x The Witch

Anya has built a quiet life for herself, trusted as the village healer as long as she keeps her magic hidden. All of that changes when a strange traveler arrives at her doorstep. The man looks human, but Anya senses an old and powerful magic within him. Intrigued, she allows Owen inside. He claims to have been an apprentice to a witch, and Anya, despite her suspicions, finds him to be a kindred spirit. They begin a romance, both finding comfort in one another.

Their peace is broken when a family comes to Anya in crisis. Their child has been cursed, and is transforming into a monster. Desperate to save the boy, Anya asks Owen for help. He can grant her the power to break the spell, but it requires blood and forbidden rites. Knowing that she can’t break the curse alone, Anya faces a choice with deadly consequences.

WIPs:

Bubblegum Capital

Genre: Queer Cyberpunk

Vibe: 1984 x Legally Blonde

Novaczek is on the brink of fame. They’re an amateur gamer about to break into the pro leagues. But their dreams are crushed when work denies them time off for the championship.

Novaczek decides to play on shift and is caught. Everything comes crashing down. They find themselves at rock bottom having lost their job, company housing, and girlfriend all at once.

In a world where your value is measured by your social ranking, Novaczek has to claw themselves back up, hustling for money and favors from friends. As they work their way back up the ranks they discover an underbelly where nothing and no-one are what they appear to be.

Love, Asunder

Genre: Gay Vampires, Family Saga

Vibe: 1917 x Hellboy

James Townsend was supposed to be starting his new life, an American abroad, with a Fellowship at Oxford University. All of that changes when Germany marches on Paris. James can’t remain in the classroom while teachers and students leave their desks for the battlefield. So James enlists as a volunteer ambulance driver on the Front. The days stretch long with violence and misery, but he finds purpose and friendships in the trenches. 

Then he meets a man, a smuggler providing supplies and information to the Allies. Etienne is so different from the soldiers, bright and charming. They begin a secret romance, disappearing together when they can, and writing letters in between. 

An opportunity comes to meet in Paris, and James is overwhelmed at the opportunity to spend time with Etienne in the City of Love. Free to spend their days together, James quickly discovers just how much Etienne has been hiding from him, and enters a world of magic, beauty, and death. 

Tropes and fun stuff:

Butch witches

Femme werewolves

Playing the vampire tropes straight

Magical Underground

Found Family

Bio-Family responsibilities

Many, Many different kinds of love

I'll be sharing moodboards and snippets along the way! Looking forward to learning more about the other talented Writeblrs out here!

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[novankenn]

Saints of the Sword (v1-6)

(I am going to very BLUNT with this statement, even though it seems like it... THIS IS NOT an everyone betrays Jaune fic. There is much more going on including Jaune's own low sense of self-worth.)

The pair walked in silence. Neither saying a word to the other as Professor Goodwitch lead her once student and the former bully of Beacon’s first years towards the accommodations that had been arranged for him and his company. She was impressed with the young man. He carried himself well, and the air of contempt he used to surround himself with was gone. In all outwards appearances, Cardin Winchester was a changed young man. Which begged the question as to why.

“Mr Winchester, if I may?” Professor Goodwitch had heard everything Cardin had told the Headmaster, but she still wasn’t completely satisfied with his answers. Outward appearances can be very deceiving. “Why have you changed so much?”

“Professor?” Cardin paused in their journey to face the older woman. “What do you mean?”

“By all appearances you are no longer the brash, arrogant and deceitful young man who was once my student.” Glynda Goodwitch paused for a moment and gave the young man a minute to consider her words before speaking further. “I heard what you told the headmaster, and while I feel that is a partial reason… it is not the full one. Am I correct?”

“I’m not sure how to answer that.”

“Mr Winchester, Cardin… I only wish to understand the dynamic between you, Mr Arc and your companions.” Glynda gave Cardin a soft smile. “I do apologize if I have over stepped, I was just curious.”

“To be honest, the training we did with the Rough Necks beat a lot of that bullshit out of us…”

“But?”

“Of course you would know there was more.”

“I do pride myself on being observant.” Glynda sighed as she noticed the tense stance Cardin was now in. “But if it is bringing up memories that you do not feel comfortable sharing…”

“Her name was Elise…”

“Pardon?”

“She was a new recruit, like we were. A cat faunus… her trait was her tail…” Cardin gained a far away look in his eyes.

“Cardin?” Gynda reached out and gave him a gentle shake by the shoulder. “Are you… okay?”

“Just memories.”

“She died, didn’t she?”

“Yes… she bled out in my arms.” Cardin swallowed and took a deep breath. “She took a hit for me… pushed me out of the way of a boartusk, and was gored because of it…”

“I’m sorry, to make you relive…”

“It broke Jaune. She and her were close friends, much closer than me and her… but that she did that to save me… stuck with me… her last words were she was glad I was safe.” Glynda could see the wetness starting to rim Cardin’s eyes.

“We’re… we’re almost at your accommodations.” Glynda offered him an out from his memories. “As you are not students you will not be expected to take part in classes, though if you wish you are welcome to attend.”

“We may do just that after we’ve rested some.”

The pair returned to their journey in silence, and for the next ten or so minutes not a sound or word passed between them. As they closed upon Cardin’s final destination for the night, Professor Goodwitch prepared to bid a farewell… until a hideous soul rending screaming burst through the air. Professor Goodwitch was shocked by the painful, primal sound, Cardin however wasn’t. 

“Shit!” he swore as he dashed forward, as dorm room doors opened, expelling the entirety of Cardin’s company. “Jeanne!”

“In here!” Jeanne yelled back as she started pounding on the door across the hall. ”Joan open up! Joan!” 

“Etienne! Guy!” Cardin shouted as he closed the distance. Still in shock at the sudden visceral nature of the screams, Glynda was unable to step in as two of the larger members of Cardin’s crew moved into position and drove their shoulders into the door.

Now, Beacon’s dorm doors were made to be stern stuff. Engineered to be resistant to accidental discharges of ammunition, sudden firs, and unexpected semblance activations. All of Beacon’s buildings were, in fact, engineered to be rather resilient… but no one told Etienne or Guy that. The pair were jarred by the impact with the door, and stumbled back, gripping their shoulders in pain.

“Wait! Use this!” Glynda shouted once she regained a semblance of focus to understand what was going on. She pulled out her scroll, activated the staff emergency code and tossed it to Cardin. “Wave it over the lock!”

With that simple motion, the door swung inwards…

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[the-golden-vanity]

This might be an absurd question to ask, but what type of ships were the Erebus and the Terror? I've recently had an interest in Polar Expeditions (particularly the ships themselves). I would look it up myself but I have a phobia of dead/decaying bodies and mummified people, and I am almost certain looking up "Franklin Expedition" would show images of the dead.

Thank you.

Hey there, friend! That's not an absurd question at all, and if you're at all uncomfortable with images of dead people, not searching "Franklin Expedition" online is probably a very wise decision.

HMS Terror and HMS Erebus were both bomb vessels, which in the 19th century Royal Navy meant full-rigged ships (three masts, square-rigged sail plan) made with extremely strong hulls to withstand the recoil of their weaponry—mortars that fired explosive shells, rather than cannons that fired more traditional shot. This type of weaponry was usually used for the bombardment of land-based targets, as in the famous bombardment of Fort McHenry during the War of 1812, in which Terror participated.

A View Of The Bombardment of Fort McHenry, © Public Domain.

The reinforced hulls that were made to withstand mortar recoil were also able to withstand (at least, to a certain degree) the immense pressure that would come with being icebound, so during the late 18th and early 19th century, bomb vessels were the preferred ships for polar exploration.

Erebus In The Ice, © François-Etienne Musin

Later polar expeditions tended to use whaling ships, like the Nimrod and the Terra Nova, or purpose-built polar exploration vessels, like the Endurance and the Fram. I hope this helps!

[wannabecatwriter]

"Now spill, what's got you so down?" Etienne instinctively knew something was wrong with me.

"Life has been smooth. Very smooth," I admitted.

"And you're bored out of your mind," he continued. "Well, if you ever get too bored, there's always a place for you in Paris. And like I said, with a brain and eye like yours, you'd be killing it as an investigator. I could use the help with a few cases."

"Etienne... I can't just pick up and go to Paris. I have kids." Even though the idea of being on my feet and doing something was more alluring than anything.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think about that. Georgette and Fabian must be getting so big now, right?"

"They're 10 and 9," I smiled.

"What about Pierre? How's he doing?"

My face must have said it all and eyes took on a melancholy look.

"You know, Antoine and I have had a few friends of ours see marriage troubles. In fact, Antoine's sister was one of them. She stayed with us for a few months last year. Turns out her dear, now-ex husband had a habit of getting drunk and turning handsy. Well, she and their son are safe now."

"That's good to hear." I knew Etienne's beau and his sister - they were good people and didn't deserve that kind of thing in their life. "Pierre's not getting handsy with me, you know that, right?"

"Of course! Now that would shock me!" Etienne laughed. "But still, the same stands. If something's wrong, you have choices."