#Adrien Laurent

[jabybarjo]

The ends of the Marshals

We know a lot about our marshals of empires, but for some their existence ends in 1814, I did some research and I did all the dates of death of the 26 marshals of the empire with their age of death and some information that I had, do not hesitate to say other information if you have any, when we look closely Lannes was the first to die and at a young age while the one who spent the most time on earth is Moncey who lived until 87 years old, yet it is Marmont who will be the last to die in 1852, I hope that this will be useful for some.

Shot:

-Murat, October 13, 1815 (trying to recover his former kingdom of Naples …) at 48 years old

-Ney, December 7, 1815 (judged as a traitor for having joined Napoleon in 1815) at 46 years old

Defenestrate: (throw at a window)

-Berthier, June 1, 1815 (suicide or murder?) at age 61

Killed in combat:

-Lannes, May 31, 1809, wounded in the leg, dies of his wounds, at age 40

-Bessières, May 1, 1813, wounded by a cannon (no chance of survival) at age 44

-Poniatowski, October 19, 1813, drowned during the battle of Liepzig, at age 50

assassinated:

-Brune, August 2, 1815 (victim of the white terror of 1815) at age 52

-Mortier, July 28, 1835 (killed in an attack) at age 67

illness:

-Davout, June 1, 1823 (probably of tuberculosis) at age 53

-Augereau, June 12, 1816, at age 58

-Masséna, April 4, 1817 (long-term ill) at age 58

-Gouvion Saint-Cyr, March 17, 1830 (stroke) at age 65

natural causes, old age: (Here it is mainly deaths from natural causes)

-Perignon, December 25, 1818, at age 64

-Serurier, December 21, 1819, at age 77

-Lefebvre, September 4, 1820, at age 64

-Kellermann, September 14, 1820, at age 85

-Suchet, January 3, 1826, at age 55

-Jourdan, November 23, 1833, at age 71

-MacDonald, September 25, 1840, at age 74

-Victor, March 1, 1841, at age 76

-Moncey, April 20 1842, at age 87

-Bernadotte, March 8, 1844 (died of a paralytic attack at age 81)

-Grouchy, May 29, 1847, at age 80

-Oudinot, September 13, 1847, at age 80

-Soult, November 26, 1851, at age 82

-Marmont, March 2, 1852, at age 77

[jabybarjo]

Since that's all I have to do with my life, I decided to rank the marshals according to their popularity: the stars, the well know, the okay ones, the unknow ones and the who they are ?

(this is my opinion of cours)

[mai-von-weissenfels]

I drew all 26 of Napoleon's marshals

[chelleshistorydump]

A tier-list of the marshals mainly based on how much I hyperfixate on them. Feel free to drop your own opinions on here :3

Tierlist can be found here!

[luckydiorxoxo]

[jabybarjo]

It's officially the last part of the marshals in the dress according to ChatGPT...

Tell me if it would be interesting to do other people...like Wellington

Laurence Gouvion Saint Cyr... (She scares me)

Claude Victorine Perrin...

Bon Adrienne Moncey...

Jeannette Bapticine Jourdan, my boy he's from my City!!!

Marie Anne Brune

Catherine Dominique Pérignon, wow

Françoise Christophine Kellermann... I'm done with it...

And the last one, Jeanne Mathilde Philiberte Serrurier...

[goldenlaurelleaveswrites]

I've Got These Friends...

6. All Alone

I've Got These Friends... (AO3)

Nadine - age 17

Luka - age 17

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The school was eerily quiet this late in the day. As far as she knew, everyone save for a few of the teachers and the custodial staff had gone home for the day. Which just left her and the empty dance studio, and the occasional echo of cleaning carts going up and down the hall. It was only a matter of time before someone came to kick her out, but the custodians were usually pretty understanding and wouldn’t kick people out until they had to. 

So for the time being, she was essentially on her own. 

Just her and the music. 

And this stupid choreography. 

Except, that wasn’t really fair… The choreography wasn’t stupid… 

She huffed in frustration as she bailed out of the Italian fouetté. That was the third time she had messed it up today. She never had this much trouble with  choreography. And it wasn’t even hip hop! There was no reason she should be having any trouble with this, let alone this much trouble. 

Especially since she had done it, if not perfectly than at least almost perfectly, yesterday. 

Sighing, she crossed the floor to where her phone was plugged into the speaker and restarted the music. She made her way back to centre, and let the familiar swell of the music wash over her. By this point, she probably didn’t even need the music; she had been at it so long she practically had it memorized. 

She ignored the aches in her feet and the soreness creeping into her muscles as she went through the steps. Every move was perfect. 

Except…  

As the Italian fouetté section drew nearer, what felt like a million akumas began to swirl in her stomach. Every motion of the steps ricocheted off the inside of her head, swirling in a cloud of unwelcome and unwanted chaos as her feet slid into position to prepare for the fouettés. 

The first fouetté was sloppy, but at least she had made it through it this time.

The second one was shaky. 

The third one… 

She tried to place her arms perfectly. Extend her leg perfectly. Keep a serene and effortless smile on her face. Just like Mme. Clément had instructed her to. Except all she could focus on was how nothing was right and none of it was good enough. So she had squeezed her eyes shut, despite knowing better. 

Without her place on the wall to spot, she stumbled out of the turn. Angrily, she wiped tears of frustration from her eyes as the music continued on without her.

“Nadine?” 

She screamed at the unexpected voice. She whirled to find Luka standing in the door the the dance studio, his guitar case slung across his back and his hair looking more dishevelled than usual.

“Luka? What are you doing here? I thought I was alone!” 

He offered her an apologetic smile. “Sorry. I was…” the smile dropped from his face as he sighed and dragged a hand through his hair, messing it up even further. “The song I’m working on, well, I’m stuck right now. Been going in circles for a while now.” 

“The song for Marinette?” 

“You’ve been talking with Jules too much,” he said, rolling his eyes. And not answering her question. Which meant it was a yes. “What’re you doing here?” 

“Can’t you tell?” she asked with a wry laugh, gesturing to her leotard and tights and the speakers, from which the music was still playing. 

“You’ve been at it a while though, haven’t you? Your last class ends before mine.” 

“Yeah, well,” she said, turning to face the mirror. “I keep messing it up.” 

In the reflection of the mirror, she watched as Luka settled himself against the doorframe. “It looked good from where I was standing, until you got in your own head.” 

“Good isn’t enough,” she mumbled as she tried to find her place in the song to get back into the steps. 

“You can’t be perfect all the time,” he scoffed in that comforting way of his. 

“I’m not perfect,” she mumbled, crossing her arms as she looked away from the reflection of his gaze, giving up on the choreo entirely.  

“No one is. Now are you going to tell me what’s got you so stuck in your own head?” 

 “I didn’t get the commercial,” she admitted. 

“But this isn’t the first time,” he said, prompting her to continue on. 

He was right. That was just show business. She couldn’t expect to land every role. There were plenty of roles she hadn’t landed before, whether she hadn’t been the right look, or she had been too old or too young. But this time… “When they found out they could get Adrien Agreste, they decided I wasn’t good enough. They revamped the entire concept for the commercial so they could cast him.” 

In the mirrors, she saw Lukas brows furrow. She knew about Luka’s complicated relationship with Adrien, not that he would ever call it that. He was too nice for that. She on the other hand… 

“He can’t even act!” she blurted out, throwing her hands up in frustration. “And I… it just sucks, you know? Losing out to someone because of who they are or their connection. I know that makes me sound like a hypocrite but you know me.” 

“I do,” he sad quietly. His voice was comforting, but his expression was dark.  

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly. Of course he knew what that was like, what with the music video incident that had gone down with Kitty Section and XY, back when Kitty Section had still been together. 

His expression lightened; it was still heavy, but the darkness had faded. “I think we’ve both spun ourselves in circles enough for tonight. And you and I both know the worst thing for us is to be alone at times like these. We’re doing take-out tonight, ma wouldn’t mind if you dropped by.”

A small smile crept across her face. “That would be nice. My parents are out tonight anyways, I’ll just text Isabelle that she shouldn’t expect me for dinner.”

Luka nodded. “You pack up, I’ll shut down the sound system.” 

“Thanks,” she said gratefully, before hobbling on her aching feet to where she had dumped her backpack and rehearsal bag. “You know,” she said as she kicked off her character shoes and pulled her joggers on over her leotard, “maybe you wouldn’t be spinning yourself in circles if you just asked Marinette out already.”

[captainkirkk]

✩ MONTHLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

The fics I’ve read and enjoyed for the month of February. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

DC (Batman)

Light A Match, Pull The Pin (You Are Not Who You've Been) by WakingNightmares

Part 2 of I've Given Every Piece Of Me (And I'm Breathing)

“Games,” Dick says softly. “He… he likes to play games. With your… with your head. He won’t…” He shakes his head a bit, some of the distance in his eyes fading. “He won’t come at you head on. That’s not… That’s not what he does. He wants you scared, first. Helpless. Knowing there’s nothing you can do. He… He calls it… softening up the target. So when he… when he actually shows up… they’re so afraid they… they panic.”

“And if he does…” Jason swallows. “If he does, you… there’s no way out. He won’t… If you fail, he doesn’t care. What you do. It doesn’t matter. He won’t stop no matter how much you…” Jason blinks a few times, and Roy’s fairly positive he’s trying to blink back memories. “He’s going to do what he’s going to do. You can’t stop him. He doesn’t care.”

Roy takes a deep breath. Let’s it out slowly, so it’s only an exhale, and not a sigh, because Jason looks haunted, and Dick looks blank.

Set immediately after Screaming In The Dark.

Captive Prince

Blood, Bones, Voice, Ghost by sunsmasher

Damen’s grip on his arm is painful. His face in Laurent’s is ashy and sheened with sweat.

He says, “There was something in my drink.”

(Damen is poisoned, Jokaste is framed, Laurent must find them an heir. He's put it off for so long already.)

Miraculous Ladybug

the art of living lies and a fine mingling of letting go by blueh

“Ms. Bustier,” Marinette says a little desperately. “I have been fighting akumas nonstop for the past twenty four hours, I’m running on seven expresso shots right now and I can barely read the words on the board. Can we please reschedule the test?”

Adrien doesn’t look up from where his head is buried in his arms but he waves a hand and says, “Agreed.”

Or: the world knows their identities, but life goes on.

Sewing Needles and Cat Paws by SailorChibi

Later, they agree that Hawkmoth did it on purpose.

But in the moment, Chat Noir can’t think that far. His head is pounding, possibly from a concussion, and he has just enough time to look into Ladybug’s scared blue eyes before the flash of light overtakes them both. Then, suddenly, he’s looking at Marinette Dupain-Cheng and the journalists around them are screaming. Their names, including Adrien’s real one, are so loud that it’s disorienting.

The Growing Pains Of Child Soldiers by BloodWolf13 (+ podfic)

What do the citizens of Paris do, when they realize that their heroes are literally growing up before their eyes? They freak the fuck out.

Or everybody realizes that the heroes of Paris are young teenagers and are a little (extremely) worried about children fighting a terrorist.

Yesterday was plain awful by zipadeea

"WHERE IS LADYBUG? The headlines scream Sunday morning, and Caline Bustier feels her stomach just drop."

After a terrifying akuma attack, Paris and its heroes are left reeling. All most people want is to know what has happened to their beloved Ladybug and Chat Noir.

Marinette and Adrien just want to be okay.

Alternatively: Plagg has a whole lot of feelings, Marinette lies and says she's fine every other paragraph, and Adrien cries more in two days than he has in two years.

Miraculous Ladybug x DC

Bad news, Paris by BlueTee

Part 1 of Paris vs Gotham

Tim: @notTHATtim Are you parisians all right??? #onlyinParis Nathaniel Kurtzberg: @nathanielkart Replying to @notTHATtim hahaha no.

In which Nathaniel only wanted to pass some information but shenanigans issues and he ends up starting a twitter war.

Severance

Lay Me Back Down by EightMinutesToSunrise

Mark S. escapes Lumon and finds himself alone in an unfamiliar house. Or, not quite alone--his outie's with him.

Click. Click. by EightMinutesToSunrise

A few days after the destruction of Lumon and the innies' escape, Mark S. requests that his outie take their consciousness, and not swap back for anything. Not even (especially not) for their rebellion's firecracker leader, Helly Riggs.

From Lightswitch AU--a separate but related continuation of my fic "Lay Me Back Down."

As the Elevator Dings by Sdove

Breaking company rules is a form of self care. OR a story about the revolutionary act that is choosing to love yourself. OR the aftermath of the party and Mark S.'s role in it-- part character study, part plot, all angst, baby!

A Light In The Storm by Alooxis

Ever since the court order requiring that Lumon employees be provided with co-neural switches - a modified version of the overtime contingency device - Mark's world had become so much larger than he’d ever imagined.

Unfortunately, with a world of new experiences comes a world of new fears.

I.e.: Mark S. experiences his first thunderstorm. It does not go well. Thankfully, Devon is there to help.

[wisteriasymphony]

any more asylum au perhaps 👉👈😎

CW: Physical and Verbal Abuse, Arson

FALL 1993

Adrien was held still by two of his former bodyguards—Laurent and DuPont, if he remembered correctly. Laurent always had his blonde hair shaved to the skin, whereas DuPont's was thickly braided. Such distinctions weren't helpful at the moment, of course. Any two of Gabriel's men would be restraining him the same. It's what they were always paid to do.

"Sixteen—Almost seventeen years' worth of work. Seventeen years!" Gabriel shouted, his gargoylish face contorted into a thousand graying wrinkles. "Do you know how much I sacrificed for you? Do you know the hours, the months of work I have slaved to put you where you are. —And this is what you choose to do with your life?! Getting high and fucking whoever you find sitting on the street corner?"

Adrien opened his mouth to protest—more just for protest's sake than because he had anything on his mind to speak—only for Gabriel to backhand him so hard the sound could surely be heard from outside. Even as Adrien staggered, he was forced upright by the guards, kept in a jawlike grip by his forearms, held just low enough that he couldn't stand, only bend at the knees to get even a semblance of bearing.

"Well I'm through with it," Gabriel spat. "I am through with your delinquency. I don't care where the hell they send you—" Gabriel extended a gnarled, pale finger to point at his son. "—But I will ensure you spend the rest of your life thinking about what you have cost me with this stunt of yours. And when I can finally drag you back out, you should be nothing but thankful that I had the mercy to not kill you, and her, where you fucking stand."

It was supposed to be so easy. It was supposed to be so easy. Adrien knew how to bypass the limits on his cards, Adrien knew every place in the manor to hide from the security cameras. He had bought plane tickets, stolen his passport, and had just enough money hidden in his mattress to not have to worry for two months out of the city, maybe more. It was supposed to be so easy, he was supposed to finally be safe.

Adrien hadn't a single desire to ever see Gabriel's face ever again. Now, confronted with it—varicose and gaunt and furious—what was there for him to do? What option did he have left?

...The option he took had left him at the doorstep of Hospital Sainte-Marie-de-Dieu with a plastic muzzle over his face.

SPRING 1995

Adrien looked up at the billboard, the acrid smell of burning vinyl filling his nose. If there was anything he was still good at in life, now that following orders (and later, drinking) were both entirely off the table, it was his penchant to set stuff on fire. Even when he still had some semblance of good left in him, Adrien remembered taking a large magnifying glass out into the garden to fry holes in blades of grass. This was basically the same thing, minus the gasoline and matches.

It was maybe two miles ago that he'd found a pair of glasses, their cracked lenses tugging a ray from the headlights of the stolen car and getting Adrien to stop. That was probably the benefit of these gone-to-shit roads in the middle of nowhere: Being able to just stop and see what people had left. Adrien had put on the glasses for the time being, but was just as willing to throw them away once he tired of them. They weren't worth much, anyways. The frame was warped and barely sat on his face right.

The fire had eaten up nearly half of the billboard by this point, and it was just starting to melt Adrien's face off—the one on the vinyl, that is. He remembered posing for it a few years ago, selling some perfume that was basically the same goddamn thing in yet another glass bottle. It was nice to see the thing go up in smoke.

Marinette stood a few feet away, the orange glow of the fire throwing itself at her face. She didn't talk much, to the point where Adrien assumed she was likely mute. Her big brown eyes did enough of the talking for her—a look for "You're stupid", another for "Stop driving so fast". As weird as it felt to say for someone so much shorter and quieter than him, somewhere he held respect for her muteness. Maybe envy, too. A jealous respect.

...There wasn't much more to see from the fire. Only scraps of nauseous-smelling vinyl floating down like leaves of hell, glossy embers of tar-black only coming into view here or there when something other than the dark sky was behind them. Most small enough to maybe inhale. Adrien reached in through the broken window of the car to open the driver-side door again. "Come on." Marinette's shadow made its way to the car, stretched long by the light of the burning billboard.

(I started this Aug 31st what the fuckkkkk why'd it TAKE so long)

[pandaofsecrets]

Gender-Swapped ML

Marinette - Rémy. It means "oarsman, rower", preserving the nautical theme.

Adrien - Morgane. It was similar in popularity to "Adrien" in the 90s and early 2000s, it preserves the maritime theme (meaning either "sea circle" or "born of the sea"), and as a bonus, it sounds similar to "Morrigan", adding to the avatar of destruction vibe.

Alya - Lionel, for Lionel Richie.

Nino - Anne. One of the diminutives is "Ninon", somewhat preserving the wordplay of his full name.

Chloé - Laurent, for the laurel tree. Preserves the nature and Greek mythology theme.

Luka - Marina. It's a word referring to a port for small boats, keeping the "harbor" meaning.

Kagami - Kyōya. The first element sounds identical to one of the readings for the character for "mirror".

Lila - Duilio. It comes from the same Latin root as the word "duel", fitting for a character who might as well be the human embodiment of "It's getting a little chummy around here". Like Lila, it's also an extremely rare name in Italy.

Gabriel - Gabrielle, for a more direct reference to Gabrielle "Coco" Chanel. That or Louise, for Louis Vuitton.

Nathalie - Eugène. It means "well born", maintaining the birth association.

Nathanaël - Salomé, meaning "peace" in Hebrew. It is a reference to Wilfried Pain, one of the show's storyboard artists, whose first name means "desiring peace".

Zoé - Florent. Preserves the similarity of her and Chloé's names.

Juleka - Nikola, a Slavic name that ends in -a.

[jesuis-melodrama]

I Finally Watched Climatiqueen 🌩️🐈‍⬛

If you're coming back: welcome. If you're new here: hi, I'm LAURENT 💖. And just know that the opinions you are hearing comes from a dreamy realist and skilled writer, who understands the necessity of pushing the boundaries of imagination but also believes that fiction should be grounded in the illusion of reality at least. Otherwise, narratives are irrational and unbelievable, and since all fiction is simply a reflection of the contemporary world we live in, this means that the writer has an agenda they've poorly delivered.

Please note that Miraculous is political. All medias are but Miraculous has been explicit in referencing contemporary Parisian/French issues. It does not do a good job at either.

A little exposition: I have been putting off watching Season 6 of Miraculous because I wanted to wait until the episodes come out in order so I can avoid any of the confusion that previous misaligned episodes caused. While only eight episodes of Season 6 has been released at the time of my writing this, at least Episode 1-5 are available and this allows me to watch in the way God intended. Already, I can see that this decision has paid off. I know that the disabled running girl plays a significant cameo role in the series, seeing that she was in the overall Season 6 trailer, and I can meet her properly rather than just confront with her jarring existence later in the season.

So Climatiqueen hasn't elucidated on neo-green Paris as much as I hoped. There's suggestions, but not really a big dive into how new Mayor Caline Bustier is revolutionising the City of Light or how an environment-focused, sustainable metropolis would function. Which is – disappointing. I'm a big fan of solar punk. I've written a fanfiction on how I hoped Season 6 would vaguely start off as, you can read Iris Verdi (2024) here, and it seems like that wouldn't happen. I hope we get to see more of Mayor Caline Bustier later on, I'm very curious about her governance.

My most significant point in this analysis, I have to say, I am not surprised by the direction that Season 6 starts off with. We may have a shiny new animation company and much better graphics, but it doesn't change the fact that the heart of Miraculous is still the same, its writers, namely Thomas Astruc, and that means the cast is going to be entrenched in the same old shenanigans we've seen recycled in earlier seasons.

Namely, the issue of Adrien's lack of identity, which has been explicitly explored for the first time in Season 4's Wishmaker but is obvious starting from Season 1, Episode 1, and continues to plague his character today. Adrien is, ironically, a very empty character. As the poster boy of Miraculous, as a sidekick to Ladybug, and now Marinette's boyfriend, his role as an escort has been the summarisation of his character, he is an accessory, nothing more. And although Miraculous tries to be philosophical, with its Sentibeings angle and the exploration of privacy invasion considering that fact that Adrien is a celebrity, it will always miss its point. Because Adrien was written to be Marinette's accompaniment, Thomas Astruc began the Miraculous world with Marinette and fleshed out everything around her, and the only way Adrien can truly be an independent character is if they break up and Adrien is allowed to explore his identity without Marinette's influence.

Speaking candidly, that will never happen. Marinette even had to tell Adrien that she cannot pick a passion for him. Adrien will not come to that realisation by himself. Thus, I have little expectation for any positive progression on Adrien's arc.

Bouncing off that point – in that Adrien remains largely the same – so does the rest of the world. Marinette's friends are still loyal and devoted to her, the Auxiliary heroes have little time to shine, and it seems the fact that the side characters are permanent heroes in name only. Chat Noir does show a little more dexterity with the way he utilised Cataclysm on the bullet train that Climatiqueen throws at him, proving that he has been training, but like Pegasé, he contributes little individually. You'd think that Chat Noir's infamous out-of-the-box thinking or Pegasé's capability with statistics would allow them to contribute idiosyncratically to the battle, making for a more colourful, exciting, and diverse action scene, but they still only hang back and move specifically on Ladybug's orders. I do not think this will change, because, again, that would mean taking screen time away from Ladybug/Marinette.

The outfits are amazing. I love Aurore's plastic cloud coat and her storm-themed earrings. And Climatiqueen's twin drills emphasis Miraculous' strong shoujo manga influence.

(Side-note: I've seen a lot fans try to excuse Miraculous' terrible writing and the worse portrayals of Adrien and Marinette's behaviour as being homages to shoujo manga and maybe that is true, but that doesn't mean it's good. Plenty of shoujo mangas are terrible. They have weak designs, nonsensical plots, ridiculous situations, and are obviously self-indulgent. I love Sailor Moon, its cultural impact is undeniable. But Megan thee Stallion is right, the narrative of Sailor Moon is absurd. The shoujo mangas that Miraculous seem to take inspiration from are obviously the ones that focus on the rich boy/poor girl with a heart of gold and the 'stalking as romance' tropes that are notorious for being dubiously ethical. It's not good. I know it's popular and influential, but that doesn't mean it succeeds in being exemplar storytelling.)

I like the new girl, with her pink hair and her clover-themed green palette. I hope we get more information on her, because she does appear to be a new side character, she was sitting with the class during their poetry workshop. Speaking of new character, who is Aglaé?? What happened to Mireille as Aurore's best friend? Was she axed because she wasn't interesting enough? There's already enough insecure, vaguely-artistic girls in Miraculous? They need more shy goths?

I don't know why Adrien doesn't have a new default uniform (although the update from orange high-tops to Stan Smith-esque sneakers is an A+ design choice), but everyone else enjoyed a major update, especially Juleka and Rose. The point of cartoon character designs is to work within the limitations of budget (they can't afford to animate a new outfit each episode, especially with expensive 3D animation) to express the character's identity. Season 1-5's outfits were already plenty expressive, just by looking at Marinette you can tell she's the sweet, pink-coded girl-next-door, Chloé is the rich girl trope, Mylène is sweet and earth-minded, Max is the nerd/geek, and Alix is the rebellious punk. With Season 6, that expression has been boosted, and everyone seems to have embraced their personalities whole-hearted and become more confident versions of themselves.

(Another point of contention, let's be honest, Adrien's character design is not strong. Just by looking at him, you cannot tell he's the male lead. Luka is also a male romantic lead, and you can also determine he's a gentle musician-type. But Adrien? You can't determine his personality quirks or even any hobbies just by staring at his denim jeans and white jacket. His weak character design plays into the fact that he's a very empty character.)

Speaking of Chloé – I heard a lot of rumours that the reason why Chloé's character continues to down-spiral is because Thomas Astruc based her off a blonde bully from his own past. I do not know how true that is and I have no wish to propagate this Chinese whisper. There is a lot of hearsay, condescension, finger-pointing, and random accusations of racism/sexism in this fandom, usually with very little critical thought behind them. Whether or not that's true, it's clear to tell that someone on the writing team does have an agenda against Chloé – she's in a different country, if nothing has changed since the finale of Season 5, yet she's still the secondary villain. Gabriel is somehow redeemed, I do not know why, a single line of remorse does not erase or even justify years of illegal tomfoolery, everyone has pretty much forgiven Nathalie (news alert: I do not), Félix is on the good side now, but Chloé – yeah, she's always be the rich mean girl. Just, saying it off-handedly: Chloé does deserve better. Just like how Adrien deserves better. Both of them are written to be Marinette's accessories, and they really need to get away from her in order to grow on their own.

More on bad girl villains: that's an interesting way to approach Lila. I've heard that Lila's villain name is going to be Chrysalis, but there's no offical recognition of that so, for now, I'm going to deem it non-canon. The multiple voices talking, the shadowy figures, it does seem to indicate that Lila is thinking about this a lot better than Gabriel had, she's much more adept at keeping her identity a secret. She also 'allows' her Akumatised victims to choose their names and she feeds them suggestions rather than harshly command them to follow her orders which indicate that she's more skilled in manipulation than Gabriel. After all, people are much more willing to put in effort when they think it's their idea. But we still don't know what Lila's ultimate goal is, what does she hope to achieve with Ladybug and Chat Noir's Miraculous. It makes her a very pale villain. Sure, we only found out what Gabriel's goal was at the start of Season 2, but there's no need to delay Lila's progress. We know who she is and we have no need of filler episodes. We had five seasons of those. Lila doesn't even have a proper Butterfly design. You could argue that this is too to make her more mysterious, but, honestly? I think the designers just chickened out. They don't want to spend expensive animation time on Lila, time that could be used better to display the Miraculous crew's slice-of-life shenanigans, and they know that fans are going to mumble angrily no matter what Butterfly villain Lila is wearing, so they just gave up and stuck her with a purple silhouette. Not cute. Super not cute.

And the social media aspect... Oh, every new children's media just have to mention the deadly influence of TikTok. Shrek 5's trailer did it, in a way that earned them equal parts intrigue, glee, and ridicule, and Miraculous seems to be parodying TikTok with its social media app Zoo, where in-world residents can scroll down endless videos of content. Usually, depictions of social media in children's shows are awful, because adults fail to realise just how toxic and alluring that type of endless entertainment can be, they fail to grasp onto why children are dependent on it, and that greatly diminishes its impact in their portrayal. I also think part of it is because adult writers don't want to admit their own subjugation and addiction to TikTok, so they try to control the narrative by suggesting that social media can be used for good and it depends on the individual person to make the effort rather than changing the system. The system has to be changed. I don't know if this is going to be controversial and I know some people are going to argue otherwise, but Tiktok is evil. Whether it's a Chinese information-gathering spy app, a capitalistic agenda, or simply a waste of your time, it's evil.

(Personal opinion: Barbie would not be a content creator. I know modern Barbara Roberts is eighteen years old and very in-touch with trends, but glamorous, driven, sophisticated Barbie would not waste time trying to be a friend to all her fans. She can't even talk to her fans in person, which I know Barbie would hate. Barbie is all about real people, real effort. She would help the community around her, not uphold a false parasocial queendom.)

I don't think this Zoo arc is going to work out for Miraculous, their attempt at it last season, where Jalil Kudbel was shown to be susceptible to misinformation online, was lacklustre. You don't fight fire by starting another fire and I personally wouldn't bother with people who are proudly chronically-online and treats social media like its reality. If I were a writer on Miraculous, I'll make a reference to the existence of social media, you can't help it. But social media will never be a main character. I'll rather write an entire episode about the gang having a lovely picnic in the Sun than one of the gang being Internet Crusaders and changing Paris' opinion by being positive online.

Also: I am a prophet. I predicted before Season 4 aired that Adrien would have a special connection to the fairy tale Sleeping Beauty, and lo and behold, in the episode Gabriel Agreste, he's represented as Briar Rose. Similarly, in one of my fanfictions (in all of them, actually, but those were implied and this is explicit), Cruel Summer, Adrien characterises himself as a poet, and turns out he is very good at poetry. I shall take this to mean I understand the source material very well, because I also predicted that Aurore will be a terrible person.

Miraculous has a habit of showing one thing and telling us another. It tells us Gabriel is a powerful villain. He is not. He is a sad, insecure, old man. It tells us Marinette is a good hero. She is not. Everyone else is simply even worse than her. It tells us that Aurore learned from her mistakes. Six seasons in, she still has not! She still seeks attention and looks to make herself more famous. Aurore is a morality character. She's there to represent a lesson to the audience – don't get jealous! Keep your eye on your passion! – and she has a gorgeous character design which makes her lessons easy to stomach. But that's all Aurore does. She doesn't have a speaking role beyond her character-centric episodes, her character model is used as crowd filler when the writers need to fill up space (she's an attendee at a fashion show, one of Adrien's fans, a mindless zombie, etc) and it's implied in one of the worst episodes of Miraculous, Climatika 2, that she's a close friend of Marinette's, close enough that they share kinship over being Chloé's bullied victims and Marinette can just walk up and share words of support with her without coming off as preachy, but she is not! Because her character doesn't exist outside of this episode.

(Also, I'm still confused about Climatika 2. Why did we need a recap episode? Did the writers genuinely ran out of ideas? It was 2023, no one needed an account of the story up to that point, we can simply log into Netflix and find out for ourselves. I suppose the episode was also used to explore Nathalie's mysterious inside perspective in particular, why she chose to aid Gabriel despite his general terribleness, but if you literally cannot display a character's motivation after from verbal info-dumping – you are a bad writer. Animation is such an expression medium and you had to rely on a paragraph of spoken script?)

In conclusion, a solid C+ if I have to give the episode a mark. It's very pretty, and I'm always excited to have more Miraculous content, but that's also its downfall. It's still Miraculous. Nothing changed.

[acronym-chaos]

Ivan (Alien Stage) ID Pack

[PT: Ivan (Alien Stage) ID Pack].

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom. End ID].

Names

[PT: Names].

Adrian, Adrien, Alaric, Alina, Brielle, Cedric, Celeste, Clarisse, Corvin, Damian, Dorian, Elara, Elias, Emery, Evadne, Evander, Hayden, Helene, Isolde, Jules, Laurent, Leona, Lilith, Lucian, Matthias, Mireille, Morgana, Nikolai, Niles, Odessa, Sebastian, Selene, Seraphine, Silas, Thalia, Thorne, Valeria, Verity, Viktor, Vincent, Vivienne

Pronouns

[PT: Pronouns].

Bound / Binding / Binds, Ca / Cap / Tive [Captive], Cling / Clings / Clings, Crave / Craves / Craves, Des / Desire / Desires, Ech / Echo / Echos, Glo / Glow / Glows, Iso / Isol / Isols [Isolation], Ki / Kiss / Kisses, Lo / Lor / Lones, Lo / Los / Losts, Lu / Lumi / Lumis [Luminate], Ly / Lyr / Lyrics, Sce / Scene / Scenes, Si / Sing / Sings, Sta / Stage / Stages, Sta / Star / Stars, Ve / Ver / Verse, Ye / Yearn / Yearns

Titles

[PT: Titles].

[Pronoun] Who Desires from Afar, [Pronoun] Who Yearns Unseen, The Enigmatic Vocalist, The One Lost Among Others, The One Stolen by the Stage, The One Who Serenades in Solitude, The Performer Bound by Obsession, The Performer With Chains Unseen, The Silent Observer, The Star That Burns Alone, The Stoic Singer, The Unbroken Captive

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom, End ID].

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[napoleonic-sexyman-tournament]

Friends, enemies, comrades, Jacobins, Monarchist, Bonapartists, gather round. We have an important announcement:

The continent is beset with war. A tenacious general from Corsica has ignited conflict from Madrid to Moscow and made ancient dynasties tremble. Depending on your particular political leanings, this is either the triumph of a great man out of the chaos of The Terror, a betrayal of the values of the French Revolution, or the rule of the greatest upstart tyrant since Caesar.

But, our grand tournament is here to ask the most important question: Now that the flower of European nobility is arrayed on the battlefield in the sexiest uniforms that European history has yet produced (or indeed, may ever produce), who is the most fuckable?

The bracket is here: full bracket and just quadrant I

Want to nominate someone from the Western Hemisphere who was involved in the ever so sexy dismantling of the Spanish empire? (or the Portuguese or French American colonies as well) You can do it here

The People have created this list of nominees:

France:

Jean Lannes

Josephine de Beauharnais

Thérésa Tallien

Jean-Andoche Junot

Joseph Fouché

Charles Maurice de Talleyrand

Joachim Murat

Michel Ney

Jean-Baptiste Bernadotte (Charles XIV of Sweden)

Louis-Francois Lejeune

Pierre Jacques Étienne Cambrinne

Napoleon I

Marshal Louis-Gabriel Suchet

Jacques de Trobriand

Jean de dieu soult.

François-Étienne-Christophe Kellermann

17.Louis Davout

Pauline Bonaparte, Duchess of Guastalla

Eugène de Beauharnais

Jean-Baptiste Bessières

Antoine-Jean Gros

Jérôme Bonaparte

Andrea Masséna

Antoine Charles Louis de Lasalle

Germaine de Staël

Thomas-Alexandre Dumas

René de Traviere (The Purple Mask)

Claude Victor Perrin

Laurent de Gouvion Saint-Cyr

François Joseph Lefebvre

Major Andre Cotard (Hornblower Series)

Edouard Mortier

Hippolyte Charles

Nicolas Charles Oudinot

Emmanuel de Grouchy

Pierre-Charles Villeneuve

Géraud Duroc

Georges Pontmercy (Les Mis)

Auguste Frédéric Louis Viesse de Marmont

Juliette Récamier

Bon-Adrien Jeannot de Moncey

Louis-Alexandre Berthier

Étienne Jacques-Joseph-Alexandre Macdonald

Jean-Mathieu-Philibert Sérurier

Catherine Dominique de Pérignon

Guillaume Marie-Anne Brune

Jean-Baptiste Jourdan

Charles-Pierre Augereau

Auguste François-Marie de Colbert-Chabanais

England:

Richard Sharpe (The Sharpe Series)

Tom Pullings (Master and Commander)

Arthur Wellesley, 1st Duke of Wellington

Jonathan Strange (Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell)

Captain Jack Aubrey (Aubrey/Maturin books)

Horatio Hornblower (the Hornblower Books)

William Laurence (The Temeraire Series)

Henry Paget, 1st Marquess of Anglesey

Beau Brummell

Emma, Lady Hamilton

Benjamin Bathurst

Horatio Nelson

Admiral Edward Pellew

Sir Philip Bowes Vere Broke

Sidney Smith

Percy Smythe, 6th Viscount Strangford

George IV

Capt. Anthony Trumbull (The Pride and the Passion)

Barbara Childe (An Infamous Army)

Doctor Maturin (Aubrey/Maturin books)

William Pitt the Younger

Robert Stewart, 2nd Marquess of Londonderry (Lord Castlereagh)

George Canning

Scotland:

Thomas Cochrane

Colquhoun Grant

Ireland:

Arthur O'Connor

Thomas Russell

Robert Emmet

Austria:

Klemens von Metternich

Friedrich Bianchi, Duke of Casalanza

Franz I/II

Archduke Karl

Marie Louise

Franz Grillparzer

Wilhelmine von Biron

Poland:

Wincenty Krasiński

Józef Antoni Poniatowski

Józef Zajączek

Maria Walewska

Władysław Franciszek Jabłonowski

Adam Jerzy Czartoryski

Antoni Amilkar Kosiński

Zofia Czartoryska-Zamoyska

Stanislaw Kurcyusz

Russia:

Alexander I Pavlovich

Alexander Andreevich Durov

Prince Andrei (War and Peace)

Pyotr Bagration

Mikhail Miloradovich

Levin August von Bennigsen

Pavel Stroganov

Empress Elizabeth Alexeievna

Karl Wilhelm von Toll

Dmitri Kuruta

Alexander Alexeevich Tuchkov

Barclay de Tolly

Fyodor Grigorevich Gogel

Ekaterina Pavlovna Bagration

Ippolit Kuragin (War and Peace)

Prussia:

Louise von Mecklenburg-Strelitz

Gebard von Blücher

Carl von Clausewitz

Frederick William III

Gerhard von Scharnhorst

Louis Ferdinand of Prussia

Friederike of Mecklenburg-Strelitz

Alexander von Humboldt

Dorothea von Biron

The Netherlands:

Ida St Elme

Wiliam, Prince of Orange

The Papal States:

Pius VII

Portugal:

João Severiano Maciel da Costa

Spain:

Juan Martín Díez

José de Palafox

Inês Bilbatua (Goya's Ghosts)

Haiti:

Alexandre Pétion

Sardinia:

Vittorio Emanuele I

Lombardy:

Alessandro Manzoni

Denmark:

Frederik VI

Sweden:

Gustav IV Adolph

[nesiacha]

On this day of 10 Thermidor :rest in peace Robespierre Maximilien, Couthon Georges, Lavalette Jean Louis Baptiste, Hanriot François,Saint-Just Antoine, Payan Claude-François,Vivier Nicolas Joseph,Gobeau Adrien-Nicolas,Lescot-Fleuriot, Augustin-Bon- Joseph Robespierre, Jacques-Claude Bernard , Antoine Gency, Simon Antoine, Denis-Etienne Laurent, Jacques-Louis Frédéric Warme, Jean-Etienne Forestier, Nicolas Guerin, Jean-Baptiste-Mathieu Dhazard, Christophe Cochefer, Charles-Jacques-Mathieu Bougon and Jean-Marie Quenet.

[sunshinies]

⋆✩ Lyney inspired names/pronouns/titles ! 𖦹⋆

art is official!

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🤍 names: adrien , beaumont , casper , claude , delroy , dominique , emile , fabien , florence , florin , félix , hugo , jinx , jules , julien , kieran , killian , laurent , leo , lionel , loki , lucien , merlin , nicholas , nico , noel , pounce , preston , remy , thierry , valentin , yves , ziggy

✨ pronouns: spark/sparks/sparkself , magi/magis/magiself , hearth/hearths/hearthself , card/cards/cardself , trick/tricks/trickself , jest/jests/jestself , flicker/flickers/flickerself , flamboyant/flamboyants/flamboyantself , py/pyr/pyrself , paw/paws/pawself , mew/mews/mewself , card/cards/cardself

any other variation pronouns of these may be used , of course !

🌨 titles: the master of magic , the knave's jester , the conjuring charmer , the heart-stealer of the hearth , he of the finest facade , the catlike charmer , the cat-coiled companion , he who captivates the crowd , his illusionary innocence

prns and gendered terms may be replaced.

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[histoiresgayfetish]

Titre : "Pupuce, esclave à l’essai"

Cela faisait des mois que Julien, un homme efféminé dans la trentaine, fantasmait sur Adrien — un influenceur au physique de statue grecque : torse large, épaules massives, mâchoire carrée, sourire éclatant. Chaque jour, Julien consultait ses stories, ses vidéos d'entraînement, et rêvait secrètement d’une chose : être à ses pieds. Littéralement.

Un soir, submergé par une envie incontrôlable et après quelques verres de vin, Julien laissa un commentaire osé sur l’une des vidéos TikTok d’Adrien, qui exhibait ses pieds nus après une séance de sport :

« S’il te plaît, laisse-moi être ton esclave de pieds. Je lècherai ta sueur, je nettoierai ta maison avec ma langue s’il le faut. Je suis né pour te servir. »

Le message fit rire Adrien. Il le partagea en story avec la légende :

"Voilà jusqu’où certains sont prêts à aller… Pupuce, t’as du cran. Tu veux lécher mes pieds ? Viens donc passer une semaine chez moi. À l’essai."

Julien faillit s’évanouir.

Le lendemain, une adresse lui fut envoyée. Une villa luxueuse dans le sud. À son arrivée, Adrien l’accueillit torse nu, un short de sport qui laissait peu à l’imagination. Il souriait avec un mélange de moquerie et de curiosité.

— Alors c’est toi, Pupuce. T’as vraiment osé venir.

Julien baissa les yeux et tomba à genoux instinctivement.

— Je suis à vous, Monsieur AD.

Adrien posa son pied, encore légèrement poussiéreux de sa séance de course, juste sous son menton.

— Montre-moi à quel point t’es désespéré. Si tu me dégoûtes pas… peut-être que je te garde.

Julien n’attendit pas un mot de plus. Il embrassa le pied, puis y passa lentement sa langue, goûtant le sel, la poussière, et l’humiliation mêlée d’excitation. Adrien, amusé, s’installa dans un fauteuil et posa ses deux pieds sur son dos.

— T’as une semaine pour me convaincre, Pupuce. Tu lèches, tu masses, tu obéis. Si tu fais bien ton boulot… je te garde. Sinon, tu rentres chez toi comme un pauvre type sans maître.

Julien tremblait, non de peur, mais d’extase. Il avait enfin trouvé sa place : à genoux, au service d’un dieu en chair et en muscles.

Jour 1 – L’entrée dans la servitude

Julien – désormais nommé officiellement Pupuce – se prosterna devant le sublime Adrien Laurent, en peignoir dans son salon, pieds nus, allongé sur un immense canapé.

— Pose ton sac et à genoux, tout de suite. Tu n’es pas un invité ici. Tu es mon petit chien de maison. Compris ?

— Oui, Monsieur Adrien…

— Faux départ. Tu m’appelles Maître, ou je te renvoie.

— Oui, Maître...

Adrien lève un pied et le tend vers le visage de Pupuce.

— Tu baves déjà ? Commence par ça. Nettoie-les. Chaque jour, c’est par mes pieds que tu commenceras et finiras.

Pupuce embrasse la plante rugueuse et sent encore les traces d’une séance intense. Il lèche, longuement, en silence, pendant qu’Adrien fait défiler son téléphone, l’ignorant presque.

Après 10 minutes de léchage, Adrien claque des doigts :

— Allez, maintenant va nettoyer la cuisine. Tu fais ça en sous-vêtements. Et pas un mot. T’es là pour servir, pas pour exister.

Julien obéit, rougissant, enchaînant vaisselle, sol, plan de travail, tout à quatre pattes, pendant qu’Adrien le surveille depuis le canapé.

Jour 2 – Chaleur, sueur et soumission

Dès le réveil, Adrien fait faire à Pupuce un « rituel de réveil » : massage des mollets, léchage des orteils, puis il le force à boire l’eau de rinçage de ses chaussettes sales de la veille.

— C’est ça que tu veux hein ? Être sale, être rien. Juste mon paillasson vivant.

— Oui, Maître... merci...

Plus tard, il l’envoie dans le jardin tondre la pelouse torse nu, en laisse. Tous les voisins peuvent voir.

— Tu veux être mon soumis, hein ? Alors assume-le. Moi j’assume que t’es ma serpillière vivante.

À chaque pause, Pupuce doit se présenter au maître, à genoux, pour une session de léchage de pieds.

Adrien finit la journée par une douche... qu’il oblige Pupuce à lui frotter intégralement, y compris entre les orteils, avec la langue.

Jour 3 – Le test de l’endurance

Adrien décide de tester les limites de son nouveau « jouet ». Il enfile des baskets sans chaussettes, part courir 10 km sous le soleil, puis revient... et dépose ses chaussures encore chaudes devant Pupuce.

— Tu veux me prouver que t’es digne ? Mets-les sur ton visage. Respire bien. Et pendant ce temps, tu me masses les mollets.

La scène dure plus d’une heure. Pupuce est étourdi par l’odeur, mais n’ose bouger.

— Tu sais que t’es plus utile comme repose-pieds que comme être humain ? J’ai rarement vu une loque aussi volontaire. J’adore ça.

Jour 4 – La punition

Ce jour-là, Pupuce oublie de nettoyer la salle de bain à l’heure prévue.

Adrien hurle :

— T’osais espérer une pause ? T’as cru que t’avais des droits ?

Il le force à se coucher au sol, lui marche dessus pieds nus, puis l'oblige à lécher la semelle de chaque chaussure du placard.

— Voilà, tu nettoies mieux avec ta langue qu’avec une serpillière. T’as trouvé ta vraie vocation.

Pupuce, humilié, pleure... mais ne s’arrête pas.

Jour 5 – Le collier

Adrien fait venir un artisan pour poser un petit collier métallique autour du cou de Pupuce. Gravé : “Propriété de AD.”

— T’as passé la moitié de la semaine à mes pieds, tu mérites une médaille. Ou une laisse.

La journée se passe en silence : Pupuce fait les corvées, cuisine nu avec un tablier, et lèche les pieds du Maître toutes les deux heures.

Jour 6 – L’humiliation publique

Adrien organise un live sur TikTok. Pupuce apparaît à ses pieds, nu, à quatre pattes, nettoyant le sol avec une brosse à dents.

— Mes abonnés adorent les challenges… Voilà Pupuce, mon "fan numéro un". Il a trouvé sa place. Vous aussi, postulez si vous avez le cran.

Les commentaires fusent. Pupuce rougit, mais continue à lécher les pieds d’Adrien en direct.

Adrien se penche vers la caméra et murmure :

— Il m’a dit qu’il voulait rester ici pour toujours. On verra demain...

Jour 7 – Le Jugement en Direct

Pupuce est à genoux sur le tapis du salon, complètement soumis, les joues rouges, le regard fixé vers le sol. Cela fait maintenant une semaine qu’il vit au service total d’Adrien — ou plutôt, Maître AD — et son corps entier porte les marques de l’adoration : courbatures, genoux rougis, langue irritée, mais un regard plus brillant que jamais.

Aujourd’hui, Adrien a programmé un live TikTok spécial :

“LE DESTIN DE PUPUCE – DOIS-JE LE GARDER À MES PIEDS ?”

La caméra est déjà en route, les milliers de spectateurs affluent.

Adrien est assis sur son grand fauteuil, pieds nus, un pied posé négligemment sur la nuque de Pupuce. Il fixe l’objectif, sourire arrogant.

— Salut mes esclaves du dimanche. Voilà Pupuce. Une semaine qu’il lèche mes pieds, nettoie ma villa et me supplie chaque soir de rester ici comme esclave. Et aujourd’hui, j’hésite. Alors je vous pose la question.

Il agrippe les cheveux de Pupuce et le force à regarder la caméra.

— Dis-leur. Dis-leur ce que tu veux.

Pupuce, la voix tremblante, parle au public :

— S’il vous plaît… aidez-moi à rester. Je veux être à ses pieds. Chaque jour. Nettoyer sa sueur, l’adorer, le servir… Il est mon dieu. Maître AD est tout ce que j’ai…

Adrien éclate de rire.

— Pathétique. T’es bon à rien sauf à ça, hein ? Très bien. Voici le deal :

Si ce live atteint 100 000 likes avant minuit, je garde Pupuce à mes pieds.

CDD : 1 an. Temps complet. Pas de congés. Pas de dignité.

Pupuce se met à pleurer de gratitude, embrassant frénétiquement les orteils d’Adrien.

— Je ferai tout, Maître ! Je veux être votre propriété… votre objet !

Adrien affiche un sourire carnassier à la caméra.

— Alors likez, bande de voyeurs. Parce que si j’atteins pas les 100 000, je le renvoie chez lui avec une laisse autour du cou et un aller simple pour l’humiliation éternelle.

Le compteur grimpe. Les likes affluent. 25k... 47k... 78k...

Adrien étire les jambes, tend les deux pieds vers Pupuce et ordonne :

— Occupe-toi de chaque orteil comme si c’était ta dernière chance. Parce que c’est peut-être le cas.

Pupuce obéit, tremblant, léchant, aspirant les doigts de pied avec ferveur sous les yeux de milliers de spectateurs.

— Et n'oublie pas… Si tu restes, tu ne seras plus Julien. Tu seras Pupuce, mon meuble, mon paillasson vivant. Une chose sans droit, sauf celui de me vénérer.

Le compteur explose : 103 000 likes.

Adrien fixe la caméra.

— C’est officiel. Il reste.

Il se lève, attache la laisse autour du cou de Pupuce, puis l’écrase doucement du pied comme pour l’ancrer au sol.

— Bienvenue chez toi, esclave.

Fin du Live – Signature du CDD de l’humiliation

Les 103 000 likes viennent de tomber. Le compteur clignote en rouge vif sur l’écran. La communauté entière de Maître AD explose de commentaires.

Adrien se redresse lentement dans son fauteuil, tend la main… et sans un mot, attrape une bouteille de champagne déjà au frais dans un seau à glace à côté du canapé. Il l’ouvre d’un geste précis, comme un roi savourant une victoire.

— Bravo à tous. Vous venez officiellement de m’offrir un esclave personnel pour un an. Je crois que ça mérite un toast, non ?

Il sert une coupe généreuse, fait tinter le verre contre la caméra, puis boit une gorgée lentement.

Pendant ce temps, Pupuce rampe au sol, nu à l’exception du collier en métal gravé “Propriété de AD”. Il jappe doucement, la langue pendante, rampant vers son Maître comme un chien excité.

— Viens, viens, mon petit chien-chiffon, fête ça avec moi. Montre-leur ce que t’es devenu.

Pupuce pose délicatement sa tête sur la cuisse d’Adrien, puis commence à lécher lentement le cou puissant et transpirant de son maître, remontant jusqu’à l’angle de la mâchoire.

Adrien ne le regarde même pas. Il continue à parler à la caméra, un sourire arrogant aux lèvres.

— Certains signent des contrats. Moi, je dresse. Une langue, un collier, une soumission totale. Voilà ma méthode.

Il regarde Pupuce, toujours à genoux, langue dehors, qui halète de gratitude.

— Et toi ? T’es heureux, mon animal ?

— Oui, Maître… Je suis à vous. Pour toujours. Merci… merci...

Adrien rit.

— On verra si t’es toujours aussi enthousiaste dans six mois, quand tu lècheras la semelle de mes chaussures boueuses après mon jogging. Mais pour l’instant…

Il écrase gentiment la tête de Pupuce contre son torse, le maintenant comme un animal de compagnie.

— C’est l’heure de couper le live. Vous avez vu ce que vous vouliez. Le spectacle est terminé. Pour vous. Mais pour lui… ça ne fait que commencer.

Adrien se penche une dernière fois vers la caméra, dominant et détendu.

— À très bientôt pour le premier épisode de “Pupuce : vie d’un esclave moderne”. Restez connectés.

Live terminé.

#adlaurent