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sw33tsnow · 1 year ago

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Mafia!Price x Bartender!GN!Reader (18+)

Summary: With the same age and the dexterity of a bartender, it's hard to find anyone to replace your compatibility with John.

Warning: NOT FOR MINORS, unedited, slow-burn, tension, mentions of violence, mentions of humiliation (towards reader, obv not from John), mentions of blood, non intrusion sex, marking, nipples play, ice kink, dry-humping, etc. Word count: 2k3

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I'M TERRIBLY APOLOGIZE FOR ANY GRAMMAR ERRS.

Forgive me if this one is quite rush, iluvu.

Another busy night had come to an end, and you were standing behind the bar with your tie loosened, your body swaying slightly to the melodic jazz music still playing from the player. The dim lighting of the pub, combined with its subterranean setting, adds to the gloominess of the surroundings. You wiped the glass then placed it on the shelf behind and took a look around, there were still a few waiters cleaning, so you sighed and threw your black towel over your shoulder. Rubbing your eyes, you believed the night would finish like this after checking the locks and leaving last after those employees, but the familiar ding of the elevator indicated that the road to your bed was much further out of sight, apparently.

John would come in exhausted, just as he did every night after the pub closed, and have a drink to help ease himself. Tonight was no exception, with his somewhat disheveled brown hair and a bulky coat with the layer of snow lingering on the collar revealed that he had just returned from a business visit. Throwing the pistol on the expensive oak surface and sitting down on the leather-covered barstool, John stroked his hair a few times and grinned up at you, a smile that you found charming because of the crow's feet on the corners of his eyes were visibly displayed.

"Evenin', love" The man began, sounding drained with a rasp in his voice.

"Tired day, I guess?" You asked, your arms resting on the lower counter in front of you compared to his as you leaned ever so little towards him.

"Oh no, pistol 's still cold, bet Marley will be very pleased seeing no stubborn impurities on my shirt t'day" John's butler, Marley, she'd been working in his mansion for over ten years so far. There was a time when you were lucky enough to hear the brunet grumble about how he was scolded by that butler for something related to laundry.

You pursed your lips but weren't able to muffle your small laugh, and that made John chuckled too. Given your similar ages, it is likely that you two get along well because you effortlessly understand one another's thoughts.

"What about you?" The man's brows raised.

Without rushing to respond, you strolled over to retrieve John's preferred bottle of Bourbon and poured it into a glass for him. Pushing the glass forward so that John could take it promptly, you set the wine down next to the brunet, and started engaging in conversation.

That way, the two of you can sit and chat for hours on end without worrying that the other will get weary of listening to what people might consider idle banter. As the dong struck precisely one-thirty in the morning, the personnel had dwindled, well, time had gone by quickly. To be honest, you had forgotten your fatigue as soon as you saw John enter the pub, and when he spoke with you for an hour, you assumed he felt the same way. Even while it appears that your relationship is obviously unsuitable for your positions.

John's bars used to consistently import alcohol from your supplier. Naturally, there is no need to discuss the quality of your booze, and in exchange, the brunet must handle shipment and a few necessary circulation documents on your behalf. You had one rule: you wouldn't engage in any major illegal activities but your appearance at John's pub was the complete opposite of what you claimed, which startled a lot of your mutual friends. The truth is that it's a covert promise between you and the man since John had to take charge and make all the arrangements in order to secure your safety after many inquiries strayed into your business under the permission of the authority. Initially, you were rather irritated considering the two tall men who were sent to inform you were too stern while the other had an excessively humorous demeanor. However, you complied with their instructions with perfect obedience, knowing it was John who gave them orders.

Being friends for long before, you two grew even closer and everyone in this place took it for granted that the man went to the pub every night to keep you company was a regular occurrence. Additionally, even though John never smokes marijuana, the lingering odour of cigars that permeates your nose whenever John shows up and the scent of your perfume on the brunet's jacket were enough to turn you two into addicts to each other.

“And don't forget ‘bout my friends stopping by tomorrow” Quickly downing the remaining wine, the brunet stood up and reminded you about the appointment the following day.

You gave a modest smile, nodded, and bided your time until the towering back vanished from your sight. An ugly grimace appeared on your visage, John only informed you about these visits when the guests brought companions, in which case you believed it would either be prostitutes who were getting massive lavished or the sons who were so full of themselves. The success of those negotiations also hinges on how you handle these problematic clients. Anyway, you remind yourself, this wasn't something you had to deal with once or twice, only prayed that things wouldn't get out of hand.

_-_-_-_-_-_

Your head was already pounding with the volume of conversations being turned into screams surrounding you, let alone the sound of digital music seemed to be teasing every nerve of yours. And how wonderful your uniform consisted of a white shirt, black trousers and a gile with a matching tie didn't do anything to assist you feel more comfy in this circumstance.

It turns out that you've landed in the unlucky box because first, the guests you had to greet were a bunch of punks who were already drunk before entering your pub and second, they refused to sit at any of the tables. They chose to line up in front of you with the reason that they want to be served wholeheartedly because the bartender at the previous shop they just visited was very unqualified. You swore that what ever the fuck in front of you was no different from a pornography scene, just lacking a cine-camera and a director. They sang, hugged, kissed and attended to do more repulsive acts than you could possibly list.

"Uhm, sir...you're not allowed to use that here"

The familiar smooth voice prompted you to open your eyes and turn around. A waitress held the tray tightly to her chest, standing behind one punk who was preparing for a puff of his marijuana and poked his shoulder to remind him. However, she was clueless that she had set off a fire anthill.

"Who the fuck are ya to give me orders?" He spoke with an unsober voice, obviously inebriated, and kicked the girl's leg. His accent scratched the back of your brain disgustingly, making you want to punched into his fucking big nose right at the moment.

You hurried over and motioned for the girl to enter the staff changing area, knowing full well that nothing would stop after that warning. Also unintentionally drew the prickly brat's attention to you.

"And who are you to dare to poke your nose into my business?"

Calmly smiled and explained to this dickhead that according to the boss's regulations, all types of stimulants are not allowed because this was an open pub, not underground like others which John owned. But this punk didn't even let you finish your sentences. He yanked you down by your tie and blew the weed's smoke in your face, laughing arrogantly and forcing you not to look away. A hit stench stuck straight to your lungs, hogged your vision and felt like the breath you took demands to be a lot deeper for it to feel enough.

Unable to bear it anymore, you had to turn away only to be stunned by the liquid that had been reduced to room temperature. Dripping from your damp hair, drops of the mesmerizing crimson sparkle of Cabernet Sauvignon spread across your white uniform shirt, revealing your skin beneath the vibrant neon colour lights.

Inhale deeply. After all, you should be thankful for this grace since your headache is completely gone. Maybe until the conclusion of the evening, your focus wouldn't be compromised. As long as John's negotiation proceeded without a hitch, just went along with this.

Clash.

Everyone's attention was drawn to your bar by the sound of the crystal glass shattering and the jerk's abrupt scream. Simon stood there, his thick gloved hand now drenched, staring at the dickhead who was laying on the ground clutching his bleeding head and still kept cursing.

"You should've watched where you are, kid" An unmistakably familiar voice which you didn't need a glance to confirm.

With the cigar between his lips, he removed his outer coat, passing it to Gaz, rolling up his sleeves and squatting down.

"Did your father ever tell you to consider your every action?"

John took grip of the jerk's hair and quickly hauled him back up after he had made himself clear. The brunet punched, then slammed his face into the floor. He dragged him, slowly, with each step to the front of your counter and threw him towards it. The torture, no, punishment was merciless. Not even the father willing to intervene, simply standing outside and shook his head in frustration.

As for you, you just stood there, stoically thanking Soap with the towel he offered you and blotting the alcohol from your wet hair as you watched John take out his rage on the newfound meat bag.

It was a good four minutes until the brunet was satisfied. His subordinates swiftly handed him a fresh rag to clean up the blood on his knuckles while he approached the father to end the terms of their discussion. Only to blame his dumbass of a son.

"Leave us" Was all John said.

Everyone left, Soap went in behind to tell the girl to get off work early.

"You...stay" Pointing at you, he demanded.

When it's just you and John, the brunet gave you his unwavering attention. And you knew without a doubt that you were going to be chastised, so all you did was bow your head and keep wiping your hair without looking up at the man who sat across the bar table from you.

This uncomfortable silence must have offended John, so he grunted, just enough for you to quit and fixed your gazes on him.

"You know it's not necessary, John...." You maintained your calmness.

John groaned and leaned in closer, "There's a limit to everything, and that muppet crossed the line, that's what he deserved."

"And yet behaving so childish,what will they bat around? You, the one and only John Price, beats the hell out of his party's son for a bartender?" You scowled, not willing to back down.

How hilarious it was for John to act like a teenager boy, knowing that it was too ridiculous for him to stand up for you in that situation. Even if he wasn't concerned about his reputation, you were.

John moved away from the wooden table, tossed the partially burned cigar into a random wine glass, circled the bar and approached you. He placed his hand on your neck, drawing you in but not using too much strength.

Ultimately, your lips crashed together, it's so sudden that you froze on your ground, letting him take control over everything including your body.

"A bartender, you say. 'll fuckin' show everyone what's this bartender meant to me, eh?" He snarled in your ear.

The brunet bent you down, hands roaming all over your entire body while his lips trailed hundreds of hot, wet kisses from your mouth, cheek, down to your jaw, shoulders, and chest. He’s so strong, pinning you down making your back laid flat on the counter, unable to escape from this unbreakable bear trap.

John was not rushed about this. He took his time, nibbled on every inch of your skin, leaving red and purple bruises from where his mouth swiped through. Like a predator marking his prey. And you were too stunned, couldn’t form a normal sentence to stop him and limps were so numbed that couldn’t hold him back. But you both knew, you’re not against this, you craved for him as much as he craved for you. So he didn’t slow down, only loosened his grip so that you’d be able to touch him for his, no, you pleasure, too.

“Fuck, John, wait….ah, s-slow down” You let out a breathy moan, nails digged into his back.

But of course he didn’t comply. Only tucked your nipple in and started lapping and twirling with his tongue, the other one was being taken care of by his thick fingers. Setting his leg between yours, rubbing, the brunet put more pressure to his knee and pressed it to the area between your legs. He groaned, sounded not so different from a starved animal.

And it’s almost so painful that you had to reach your hand to John's crotch and tried to ease him. Your movement was quite messy or clumsy somehow but you both were just way too horny to care. You groped him, squeezing it gently and moving your palm up and down his shaft.

"Bloody fuckin'...." John grunted out in frustration, eyes shut in denial.

Couldn’t hold it anymore, the man flipped you around, pulling your lower body stick to his. The swell of your ass to his hard-as-rock midsection and he kept you there, didn’t start moving yet. Reaching for the ice box on his right, John picked two small cubes out and held them to your aching nipples.

“Fuck, John, please no….I can’t” You almost cried out, feeling like breaking your neck just to look back at him.

And this man only responded you with a fucking mischievous smirk on his face.

Took a good handle on your hips, he began to move, rubbing his solid brother against your ass, between your thighs, filthy but tempting. The only audible noises were his grunts and you half crying half pleading tone. And stopped when you both released and panting heavily.

Taglist: @shadowlali , @ghostlythots , @brickwall035

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gay-impressionist · 14 days ago

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🎧

Thank youuuu

I'm gonna give you one song from a well-known artist and another song that's more niche (because my blog my rules lol)

Absolutely love this song. I could eat it. So sad he hadn't released it yet when I saw him live, I would have loved to hear it

It's from a French rapper I like and in this song he speaks four different languages lol. It's a mess but such a vibe. Got an amazing memory of him singing it at a festival

#music #ask

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collophora · 4 months ago

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Get to know your mutuals!

Thanks for the tag @leapingbadger! this looks like a fun one!

What's the origin of your blog title?

OTP(s) + Shipname: Currently discovered after everyoneeee the Kylux dynamic. I was looking for ships to inspire me to write my own and I fell again for the toxic yaoi e_e *bonks myself* (Some people must currently wonder who is this person who likes their years old art and fic X'D)

Favorite color: currently warm greys.

Favorite game: NU carnival of courseeee (especially now my units are raised èué)

Song stuck in your head: Rilès - DEAD OR ALIVE

Weirdest habit/trait? I love raw fennel and always bring some at parties 'cause I prefer it over chips.

Hobbies: Calisthenics!!! Tho it's really one of patience cause it can take years before doing cool tricks TAT

Then sewing&gardening 'cause why change what's working since the beginning of humanity.

If you work, what's your profession? freelance artist yeahhhh *cries*

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be?

Full-time in house storyboarder!

Something you're good at: Many talents.

Something you're bad at: Using them.

(it's a ref to what Duchess of Orléans (1652-1722) said about his son: "he was gifted all the skills except the one to use them" and someone quoted this to my face I haven't recover since)

Something you love: Helping people it's whats give me the most dopamine and then almond paste.

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff:

Internet culture, 19th french society&related, the latest wikipedia page I read...

Something you hate: this moment at the end of the day when you re-think your entire life

Something you collect: Antique Irish crochet laces and embroideries!

Something you forget: I forget.

What's your love language? cooking and drawing I guess

Favorite movie/show: currently severance XD

Favorite food: Bread! <<< prev response is perfect I can't change it

Favorite animal: no I won't choooseeee >o>

What were you like as a child? The perfect Gifted child (tm) (and then highschool happened, rip If you know you know.

Favorite subject at school? Latin, and then still life model/anatomy classes.

Least favorite subject: Physic, we had a very problematic teacher, picking on students and screaming at them XO Later, metal work, we had a teacher borderline abusive too.

What's your best character trait? Apparently I'm great at explaining stuff at people sometimes?

What's your worst character trait? I can be very direct and efficiency based, and give rude critics/feedbacks. This works in french working culture, this doesn't work at all elsewhere *bonks myself again*

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? Being independent wealthy would be nice. <<<< again, yes.

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?

I wanna meet the prehistoric cave painters *A*

Tag as many mutuals as you want!!

taggins the last mutuals on my notes pls don't feel pressured TAT

@buniby @orbitalmirror @lepplum @gregorsmissingarmor (I love your OC btw *eyes emojis*) @omaano

#tag game #sorry I yap too much

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nourelhoudabakri · 7 months ago

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A Friendship Fading

I waited for your words,

Held my breath for a reply,

But silence was your answer,

As the hours drifted by.

I thought of all the times we'd shared,

The secrets we held tight,

But now it feels like shadows,

Fading into the night.

I broke my own heart,

Put a piece of it into my words,

Hoping you’d feel it too,

But it seems you didn’t notice my broken heart.

All you cared about was just when to say goodbye,

I lied when I said I felt regret in your words,

But in truth, I saw the joy in your eyes—

Like a child, savoring the moment of this pain.

Lying to myself,

Convincing myself,

That you would never tear us apart,

But deep down, I knew you already had.

I thought that saying goodbye

Would make it easier to move on,

But for a heart this broken,

Survival seems impossible.

Eight years, erased in seconds,

A goodbye without a sound,

I thought we’d stand forever,

But now, I’m lost and drowned.

I’ll let the tears fall softly,

And let the hurt remain,

Because sometimes, the hardest lesson,

Is to let go of the pain.

"You and me, forever,"

I used to believe it was true,

I always thought forever meant eternity,

But now I see forever means nothing to you.

I’ll always hold the embers of you

In a forgotten corner of my mind,

Hoping that someday, as you said,

You’ll come back and replace the silent goodbye,

With a farewell that erases the pain,

A farewell that carries warmth instead of cold.

Until then, that lost corner will stay,

Dusty, untouched, waiting for your return,

Hoping that one day,

It will shine again with the light of your farewells.

By me.

@zemunskiseljak check her account

#book blog #bookblr #red white and royal blue #poets on tumblr #bookish #bookworm #reading #poem #english literature #books #poetry prompts #poetry #love poem #poems on tumblr #Spotify

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zekeninhabercisi · 7 months ago

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#SoundCloud

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moralchampion · 1 year ago

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shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals! <3

This has been sitting in my asks for so long omg sorry and thank you!!

JAWS by Dat Adam

Ultimatum by Rilès

700 Main Street by Dat Adam

Afterthought by Joji

Big Jet Plane by Restricted

#ask games #<3

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agentfascinateur · 1 year ago

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235 Personnalités Françaises 💜 en soutien à Gaza

Reconnaissance de l'État Palestinien :

ne soyons pas à rebours de l'Histoire

Depuis la terrible attaque du Hamas du 7 octobre 2023 causant la mort de plus de 1 100 israéliens, majoritairement civils, et la prise d’otage de 252 personnes, dont 121 sont encore détenues par le Hamas, les habitants de Gaza subissent des bombardements quotidiens. Il y a quelques jours, deux camps de réfugiés ont été ciblés à Rafah et nous avons en tête des images qui nous empêchent de dormir la nuit. Pourtant, malgré le tollé international, Israël continue le massacre.

Plus de 35 000 morts sont dénombrés, ces chiffres sont sous-évalués selon plusieurs sources. Deux millions de personnes sont menacées de famine.

L'escalade de la violence ne semble ne jamais devoir s’arrêter.

Nous assistons à un génocide en temps réel, filmé, documenté, se déroulant sur nos écrans quotidiennement et devant lequel nous sommes nombreux à nous sentir impuissants.

Le temps n’est plus au débat, il est à l’action.

Combien de morts faudra-t-il pour que la France prenne une position claire et humaniste ? Combien de crimes contre l’humanité ?

L'Espagne, l'Irlande et la Norvège, ont pris le chemin de la dignité humaine en reconnaissant officiellement l’État de Palestine, rejoignant les 143 pays qui reconnaissent officiellement l'existence d'un État palestinien. Mais la France, pays des Droits de l'Homme, pays des Lumières, ne se prononce toujours pas.

Nous, artistes, créateurs de contenu, personnalités publiques et citoyens, avec nos différences mais aussi ces liens qui nous unissent, nous joignons nos voix pour dire au monde que nous reconnaissons l’existence de l’État de Palestine, non seulement en réponse au massacre actuel, mais au nom du droit de ce peuple à exister.

Aujourd'hui, nous faisons appel au Président de la République pour lui demander cette reconnaissance. Ne soyons pas à rebours de l'Histoire. Ne soyons pas dans le camp de la honte.

Notre voix, notre solidarité, peuvent faire la différence.

Vive la justice, vive la paix, vive la Palestine libre.

Signataires :

DJ Snake, Dj et musicien

Leïla Bekhti, actrice

Mister V, créateur vidéo

Angèle, chanteuse

Léna Situations, créatrice de vidéo

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Dali Benssalah, acteur

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Renaud, chanteur

Nawell Madani, humoriste

François Civil, acteur

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Melha Bedia, actrice et humoriste

Hugo Tout Seul, humoriste et vidéaste

Sneazzy, rappeur

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Aloïse Sauvage, chanteuse

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Radouan Leflahi, acteur

Oulaya Amara, actrice

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Catherine Baba, artiste

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Natasha Andrews, actrice

Manon Azem, actrice

Solann, chanteuse

Yvan Le Bolloc'h, artiste

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Ouidad Elma, actrice

Damien Ounouri, Réalisateur

Adila Bendimerad, Actrice et Réalisatrice

Ichon, chanteur

Maud Wyler, actrice

Charaf Tajer, designer

Bastien Bouillon, acteur

David Ayala, acteur

Rokhaya Diallo, journaliste et réalisatrice

Ramdane Touhami, designer, entrepreneur

Hakim Jemili , humoriste, comédien

Patrick Pelloux, urgentiste

Gauvain Sers, chanteur

Sayyid El Alami, acteur

Nahuel Perez Biscayart, acteur

Olivier Rabourdin, acteur

Roland Timsit, acteur

Assaâd Bouab, acteur

Moussa Mansaly,acteur

Sami Bouajila, acteur

Alice Diop, réalisatrice

Younes Bendjima - Creative, Entrepreneur

Nordine Benotmane, creative director

Vivremoinscon, créateur vidéo

Dany et Raz - streamers

Rosa Attab, productrice

Louisa Yousfi, autrice

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Raphaël Pitti, humanitaire

Alice de Lencquesaing, actrice

Clémentine Poidatz, actrice

Imane Maarifi, humanitaire

Nicolas Framont, Essayiste

Ariane Labed, actrice

Claude-Emmanuelle, artiste

Habibitch, artiste

Raphaël et Théo Herrerias du groupe Terrenoire, musiciens

Sophie de la Rochefoucauld, comédienne

Arkunir @arkunirzeno, streamer

Lulu Van Trapp, groupe de musique

Tomasi, rappeur

Bruno Gaccio, auteur scénariste

Xavier Mathieu, Comédien

Abdourahman Waberi, écrivain

Pierre Nehemy Dahomey, écrivain

Hajibah Fahmy, danseuse

Anne-Laure Bonnet, journaliste

Felix Maritaud, acteur

Jenna Thiam, actrice

Louise Chevillotte, actrice

Louise Orry Diquero, actrice

Lyna Zerrouki, productrice et réalisatrice

Chafik Laribia, producteur

Youssef Swatts, Rappeur

Fanny Minvielle, agent artistique

Eduardo Teddy Williams, réalisateur

Mehdi Idir , réalisateur

Jessim, créateur video

Antoine Chevrollier, réalisateur

Tif, rappeur

Redouane Bougheraba , humoriste, comédien

Younes Boucif, acteur et rappeur

Nabil Aitakkaouali, réalisateur et producteur

Rabah Nait Oufella, acteur

Maboula Soumahoro, écrivaine

Achraf Ajraoui, réalisateur

Assouan Buugherara @JimmyDeuxFois__

Rachid Benzine, politologue et écrivain

Noée Abita, actrice

Alma Jodorowsky, actrice

Sara Verhagen, actrice

Clotilde Hesme, actrice

Marie Lemarchand, actrice

Fatima Daas, autrice

Marion Slitine, anthropologue, historienne

Janane Boudili, Entrepreneuse

Eva Doumbia, metteuse en scène et autrice

Penda Diouf, autrice, comédienne et metteuse en scène

Lalla Rami, chanteuse

The Psychotic Monks, groupe de musique

Erwan Kepoa Falé, acteur

Fatim-Zahra Alami, artiste interprète

Yassine Belattar, humoriste

Caroline Poggi, réalisatrice

Jonathan Vinel, réalisateur

Simon Johannin, auteur

Lynn S.K, photographe

Camille Charrière, créatrice de contenu

Sofiene Carter, créateur de contenu

Felhur X Andro, Rappeur et beatmaker

Saif Mahdhi, agent d’image

Laucarré @Laucarré, rappeur

Siham Bengoua, animatrice et journaliste

Jason Brokerss, humoriste

Fadela Mecheri, créatrice de Contenu

Manon Delcourt @dairing.tia, créatrice vidéo

Roman Frayssinet, humoriste, acteur

@yeney, créateur vidéo

@regarddesartre

Lodo | Niri @Lodoniri, créateur vidéo

Pas Dühring, vidéaste

Alena @Emohokage, créatrice de contenu

Hermione @hermione__rbl, créatrice vidéo

Maboula Soumahoro, écrivaine

Émilie Kareh, styliste

Omaima Salem, styliste

Politicogauche @Politicogauche, créateur vidéo

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Aksil @aksylle, vulgarisateur politique, créateur vidéo

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@Adelaidezoulikha, artiste, créatrice vidéo

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Fanny Maurer @fannymaurer, maquilleuse et créatrice vidéo

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Hortyunderscore, streameuse

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Demenis, streameuse

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