#Marraines

[margueritelarochelaise]

Francofolies de La Rochelle, les marraines et parrains

Francofolies de La Rochelle, les marraines et parrains

Pour cette 40ème édition anniversaire, Les Francofolies de La Rochelle ont souhaité collaborer étroitement avec des marraines et des parrains de cœur des Francofolies ! L’équipe des Francofolies a le plaisir de vous dévoiler celles et ceux qui nous ont fait le plaisir d’accepter ce rôle si important : Gaëtan Roussel – parrain du Festival Cyril Dion et Paloma Mortiz – parrain et marraine des…

[ellovett]

Say your words, funny Magic Man! 🪄

° HE WON THE "WHO SHOULD I DRAW NEXT" POLL and so I shall deliver.. 🤲

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[anbaisai]

Hello Syder! ♡

Here's a little scene with Ruthleen and Mayu, I hope you enjoy! ♡

There was a knock at the door of Ramshackle, opening it to reveal Ms. Marraine. Her heels click against the wooden floors once invited inside, her expression cold as looks around. After a moment she focuses her attention on Mayu, crossing her arms before speaking.

"It's been brought to my attention that your diet consists of canned tuna and rice, is that correct?" She raises one hand as she asks, continuing before Mayu could respond.

"And you're given a pitiful allowance at that..." She shakes her head, making her distaste known. She heads back towards the door before waiting at the threshold, gesturing for Mayu to follow her.

"Come, let us go to the store. Save your coins for another day." she heads out, not taking no for an answer as she leads her away.

Once there, she let's Mayu (and Grim) pick out whatever they like, picking some things out herself she thought they would need.

"You have guests that visit, don't you? It's impolite not to have something for them. A good host always has good snacks." She explains, putting various drinks, sweets, and snack foods in the cart.

They check out after she makes sure that Mayu got everything she wanted, helping her (and Grim) take everything back to Ramshackle.

"We shall go again in two weeks, so have a list ready." She pauses, thinking for a moment before continuing. "You will need a new coat as well, since the weather's growing cold... and medicine too, in case you turn ill..." ♡

Thank you! ♡

SHEEEEEP This was so unexpected but so so cute omg 😭❤❤ Ruthleen's way too kind, thank you for saving my poor starving girl... she will remember this favour forever...

I made a little doodle to go with the fic after reading it because it was so sweet ❤, I hope I got her features right!! 🥹

[tokanek]

Carte de tarot sur le thème de Shrek. Ici, j'ai choisi de faire la Marraine la Bonne Fée pour le Deux de Denier.

[dixvinsblog]

Contes et légendes :La mort marraine - les Frères Grimm

Il était une fois un homme pauvre qui avait douze enfants. Pour les nourrir, il lui fallait travailler jour et nuit. Quand le treizième vint au monde, ne sachant pluscomment faire, il partit sur la grand-route dans l’intention de demander au premier venu d’en être le parrain.Le premier qu’il rencontra fut le Bon Dieu. Celui-ci savait déjà ce que l’homme avait sur le cœur et il lui dit : -Brave…

[jessicacousin35]

#partagedecrits Salut les p’tits grammes ! J’espère que vous avez la why🤘 Aujourd’hui, je vous fais un #cadeau Depuis que je n’ai plus le temps d’#ecrire , je me replonge dans mes #vieuxdossiers Il y a un peu plus d’un an, je participais à mon 1er concours de nouvelles #librinova #lemagazinelitteraire dont @tatianaderosnay était la #marraine Je n’ai pas été retenue. J’ai relu ma nouvelle et me rends compte du #cheminparcouru J’avais juste envie de vous partager ce bout de #litterature très #imparfait Et vous? Ça vous arrive de relire ce que vous avez écrit avant? Longtemps avant? Ou pas du tout? Nostalgique ou j’avance à tout prix? Dites-moi tout! Ciao! #jesuisecrivaine #jecrisunenouvelle #concourslitteraire #souvenir #écrit #ecrire https://www.instagram.com/p/CnRz-KbqhArykJTFhPX9pM9g8v4XzPyefqdNac0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[jonnybigoud68]

Encore une année sans vous...,

Voilà on est a quelques heures de la fin de l'année, et je vais encore la finir sans vous a mes côtés, toi ma chérie qui est m'a quitté si tragiquement, tu as laissé un vide qui jamais ne se comblera tu me manque affreusement.

Maman, toi aussi tu me manques horriblement, tu étais la seule à me comprendre et surtout a ne jamais me juger, je m'en voudrais toujours de ne pas t'avoir assez dit "je t'aime".

Marraine toi aussi tu es parti trop rapidement, toi que je considérais comme ma deuxième maman, toi qui m'ouvrais les bras chaque fois que j'en avais besoin.

Toutes les trois vous êtes partis trop rapidement et surtout cela s'est enchaîné trop vite , en l'espace de deux ans je vous ai toutes perdues.

Vous me manquez , vous me manquez, vous me manquez.

[nalidyne]

THE BIG 5 GALS ARE ALL HERE 💕

Link to the full pieces:

- Lady

- Heroine

- Lǎo Dá Mā

- Koroleva

- Marraine

[siampie]

Risk and Reward||Chapter 9: Like Real People Do

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: Just fluffy moments between you and Matt.

Warnings/tags: lots of fluff and a hint of angst.

A/N: Sorry for the late update, life had been hectic lately. And also been dealing with some face pain due to a wisdom tooth. Commentaries and reblogs are greatly appreciated.     

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Dividers by @cafekitsune

Song the title is referring to:

I had a thought, dear, however scary

About that night, the bugs and the dirt

Why were you digging? What did you bury

Before those hands pulled me from the earth?

I will not ask you where you came from

I will not ask and neither should you

Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips

We should just kiss like real people do

The soft music filled your apartment while you hummed, swaying lightly, to the song. Enjoying one of those rare moments where you felt in the mood to cook a full meal for yourself. The pan singing as the freshly cut vegetables were frying in the hot oil. You added the broccoli to the stir-fry you were cooking, your eyes caught sight of the numerous drawings on your fridge. They had been made with love by your nieces and nephews. Your goddaughter, now 6, were also learning how to write now. So, of course, some of drawings were now accompanied with love notes.

“Je t’aime, Marraine.” (I love you, Godmother.)

The words were misspelled, and she still needed to get a grasp on grammar. But every time you read the words; you felt your heart swell with love. And the few times she came to visit you, she was proud to see her pictures on your fridge. And she and her siblings, and her cousin, drew more of those stick figure, knowing their arts would find room on your fridge and walls.

The shrill sound of your ringtone pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Ah, you’ve reached the procrastination hotline. Please hold…indefinitely.” You answered the call.

“How many of those do you have?” Your sister’s voice came from the other end of the line.

“As many as I need.” You shot back. “So, what’s up?”

“I need to vent,” she declared.

“About?”

“Our brother; Henry.” She dramatically sighed.  

“I’m listening,” you puffed out a long breath.

“So, you know how he decided to let mom have access to his kids,” she started. You hummed, “well, now, his in-laws are getting involved and asking me, why don’t I want mom anywhere near my boy?”

“How is that any of their concerns? It’s your kid, you get to decide who’s in his life or not. Why are they getting involved?” You asked quite angrily, you never liked your brother’s in-laws. They were quite nosy people, always wondering when you were going to have kids, while your own father just let you live your life at your own pace.

“Oh, that’s not even the best part,” Ann continued. “They think it would be beneficial for my son to meet his maternal grandmother. Can you believe that?”

“I can believe they haven’t been hit enough in their lives, that I can believe.” You replied, your sister chuckled. “No one cares what they think. Axel is your son, and you are his mother. If you don’t want our mother to meet him, it is your decision. And frankly, bad parents don’t get to be grandparents. So, I’d say don’t let her meet your little boy.”

“Thank you,” she exclaimed. “I thought I was going crazy over here.”

“You’re not, don’t worry,” you reassured her. “And I’m fairly certain, Dee would agree with me.” You killed the fire under the pan, “what did Henry say to that?”

“Nothing. As usual.” Ann scoffed, “Didn’t defend my decision or even tried to explain to them why I wouldn’t want that.”

“It doesn’t need explaining, they know our story. It’s quite understandable why you wouldn’t,” you leaned your elbows on your counter. “Do you want me to give him call?”

“No, it won’t be necessary,” she told you. “I just needed to know I wasn’t alone in this.”

“You’re not,” you assured her. “Just to let you know, if you do decide to let her see little Axel, I won’t be mad. I’ll support you no matter what, you know that right?”

“I know,” she sighed. “Would you?” she questioned you, “would you let her in?”

“No,” your answer was firm. “Never again. Do you want to let her in?”

“No,” Ann was a firm as you in her answer. “She doesn’t deserve it.”

“Exactly,” you nodded. “Don’t let them get into your head. They’re not your in-laws, so, their opinions don’t really matter.”

“You’re right,” she agreed. “So, whatcha doin’?”

“Cooking some stir-fry, and then some netflix and chill—or maybe some video games, haven’t decided yet.”

“Oh, come on!” Ann groaned, “It’s Friday night, you’re single. You should be out there having fun, meeting new people. Do this for me, let me live vicariously through you. Please!”

You huffed out a laugh. She had yet to know about Matthew. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to share him with your family, you did. You wanted them to know about the new man in your life. You wanted them to share in your happiness. However, you were just very protective of your relationship with Matt. You wanted to keep him for yourself a little while longer.

But this was your sister. Your first ever best friend. It didn’t seem fair to hide it from her. Not when she came to you first, after she had said yes to her, then, fiancé.

“Well,” you started, “it’s been a very long week. And I didn’t feel like socializing tonight.”

“Typical,” Ann snorted.

There was a knock on your door. “And who said I was single?” Your feet made no sound as you quietly walked towards your door.

“You have a boyfriend!” She squealed, “tell me everything.”

You shook your head while pulling your door open, revealing Matt on the other side.

His tie was loose and crooked around his neck, his dark and soft locks, a mess on his head. A grin was plastered on his face, your lips tugging up at the corner, mirroring his.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he greeted you. You caught the smell of Josie’s stale beer in his breath as he leaned in to rest a soft kiss on your lips.

“Hey, Matty.”

“He calls you ‘sweetheart,’” your sister’s voice rose from your phone, reminding you that she was still on the line with you. “What’s his name?”

“Matt,” you answered quickly as Matt let himself into your apartment. “I’ll be right with you, okay?” He nodded with a smile, shedding his coat.

“So, that’s you meant by Netflix and chill, uh?” You sister teased,

“No, I genuinely meant Netflix and chill,” you hissed at her as you watched Matt sit down on your couch.

“No one means Netflix and chill when they say Netflix and chill,” Ann told you. “It’s what my husband and I get up to when baby’s with grandma.”

“Nope,” you shook your head. “I don’t need to hear about that. Absolutely not,”

“Alright, sorry,” she chuckled. “I’ll let you join your beau, but first tell me the basics. What’s his name? What does he do in life? And how hot is he? And most importantly, how long have you been dating?”

You looked up, your eyes landing on the back of Matt’s head. “Alright, basics,” you turned around and leaned against your counter. “His name is Matthew Murdock. He’s a lawyer and has his own firm. He is blind and very—very hot. And sweet as honey. And it’s been—almost four months.”

“Almost four months? And you kept it from me?”

“Says the girl who only told us she was pregnant at the six months mark?” You reminded her.

“It’s not my fault, the props I needed to make the big announcement took too long to be delivered.” She defended herself, “when do we get to meet him?” Ann questioned excitedly.

“Not yet, I don’t want you to scare him away.”

“We won’t, I promise,” your sister said, her voice going a little higher.

“We’ll see about that,” you snorted. “Look, I gotta go. My boyfriend’s over.”

“Okay,” she retorted. “Go Netflix and chill, ‘all night long,’” she sang the last part.

“Alright—bye bye.” You said before hanging up.

You put your phone on the counter, heaving out a deep breath. You had not lied to your sister, you didn’t feel like socializing with anyone that night, so, you opted out of your usual hangout at Josie’s. You walked up to the couch where Matt had settled in, waiting for you patiently. Leaning over the back of the couch, you put your arms around his shoulders and laid a kiss on his cheek. His hands came up, his fingers wrapping around your forearms.

“Not that I’m not glad to see you,” you started, “I’m very glad to see you but aren’t you supposed to be at Josie’s with the others?”

“I’ve been looking forward to spend some time with my girlfriend, and she doesn’t show up,” Matt said quietly.

“I did warn you,” you told him, one of your hands raking through his hair.

“I know,” he gave a pleased hum, “I thought I skipped on the hangout and come and find you here,” your lips tugged up at the corner. “I just missed you,” Matt admitted, pulling your arm away from around his shoulders, to rest a kiss on your wrist.

A soft smile made its way onto your face, “I missed you too.” His lips found yours, kissing yours in a weird angle over the back of the couch. You pulled away, “do you want some food? I cook a really mean stir-fry. Or so, I’ve been told.”

You later found yourself lying in bed, with Matt’s nose buried in your neck. His body was draped over yours, not crushing you under his weight. His weight on top of yours felt comforting, you loved feeling the way he was relaxing under your touch. You wanted to ravish him here and there, but you were enjoying this cuddle session too much to put a stop to it, in favor of mind-blowing sex. One of his hands found its way under your shirt,

“Long week?” He asked quietly.

“Yeah,” you replied in the same manner. “My workload has sort of doubled, I also had to go to meetings. Too many if you ask me,” you explained, your hand rubbing up and down his spine. “I just wanted to enjoy a night to myself, without having to socialize with anyone.”

Matt kissed your collarbone, “sorry, I’ve ruined that for you.”

“I’m not complaining,” you smiled softly. “And you haven’t ruined anything. I had a few hours to myself staring at a wall, which was truly relaxing,” your lips found his brows. “And you’re not anyone, you’re Matt. My ruggedly handsome boyfriend,” a small giggled escaped your lips.

He moved off of you slightly, and you whined at the move. He leaned on his elbow, facing you, his sightless eyes staring at your chin. “Stare at a wall?” His brows were scrunched up.

You giggled again, he smiled at the sound, “yeah, stare at a wall. Technically, not for hours and it wasn’t really a wall. But I do stare at nothing at times, and let my mind wander to the confines of the universe.” You finished with a solemn tone.  

“The confines of the universe, uh?” He laughed, “what does that entail exactly?”

“Well,” your hand ran up his arm, “it’s just another way to say daydreaming really.”

His hand slid higher under your shirt, “what were you daydreaming about?”

Your face flushed in embarrassment; the top of your ears heated up. You usually didn’t share the object of your daydreams. It was in your opinion too intimate for anyone to be let in, and also, you didn’t want them to judge you for it. You’d rather tell him something about a really embarrassing experience than to share what they were about.

You started toying with the short sleeve of his black shirt, “nothing really interesting. It’s just, you know—” you shrugged up one of your shoulders. “—stupid stuff, nothing too important,” you cupped his face, your thumb running across his cheek, rough under your fingers. “And that’s not the point.”

“What’s the point, then?”  Matt smiled at you.

“The point was that daydreaming is really relaxing and resting. It’s like my brain shut off, but not completely. My mind can just wander aimlessly and it’s beneficial—for the health.”

“Ah,” he nodded, “should I try it then?”

“You should,” you replied. “Studies showed that people who ‘practiced’ daydreaming have better control over their emotions, have more empathy and are naturally better problem solvers.”

“You read a study about daydreaming?” His eyebrows went up.

You barked out a laugh, “yeah, I looked it up.” You bit down on your bottom lip, “you think I’m weird, don’t you?”

“Sweetheart, I don’t think you are weird. I know you are,” you slapped his shoulder. Matt burst out a laugh. “It’s part of your charm.”

“Huh, uh,” you nodded.

“Truly, it is. Next to your voice,” he laid a kiss on your throat, “to your laugh,” another kiss on the corner of your lips. Your breath hitched in your throat. “Your weirdness is one my favorite thing,” his lips brushed against your temple. “It’s very entertaining.”

“It is, isn’t it?”

“Very much.”

He dove for your neck, and started peppering kisses, down your collarbone, up your neck, before attacking your face. The action sent you into a fit of giggles. Being spurt on by your laugh, Matt kept on doing it. Conversation about your daydreams, or your weirdness completely forgotten. Especially when the peppered kisses turned into something more passionate and heated.

You were nearing the four months mark in your relationship with Matt. You often wondered how you’d gotten so lucky with this man. Everything seemed so easy with him. You, who needed alone time to recharge your social battery, found that you didn’t really need one with him. It was the complete opposite, spending time with Matt, recharged your social battery even faster.

Spring was slowly fading away, making room for Summer. The rising heat in the streets of Hell’s Kitchen had a way to irritate people. Walking to work with Amelia, had given you a glimpse into how quick and prone were to anger. All because of the rise in temperature. You didn’t truly mind it, although, at night you did leave a fan on, and slowly wore less and less clothes to bed.

“There isn’t even a lick of wind,” you complained to Amelia. “We should have taken a cab.”

“To go to Josie’s? You’re out of your mind,” Amelia snorted. “Don’t be such a wuss, it’s not that bad yet.”

“What do you mean yet?”

“I mean it’s only the beginning, and it’s going to get worse.” Amelia patiently explained. “It’s not for the weak.”

“Thanks that’s really helpful,” you said as she pushed the door open. “The coldest beer you have, Josie, please.” You almost begged the woman, sitting down on the stool.

“You’re so dramatic,” Amelia huffed out a laugh. “So, weren’t you suppose to meet up with lover boy tonight?”

“He cancelled,” you nodded, turning your stool to face Amelia. “He’s still working on his big case. Needed to tie up some loose ends.”

“When’s the court date?” Amelia questioned; Josie pushed your beers towards you.

“Not for another month,” you retorted. “But you know court case takes a lot, and they need to make sure that they covered all their basis. So, they won’t have any surprises when it comes to trial.”

“You did a deep dive on this, didn’t you?” Amelia cocked up of her eyebrows.

“Not exactly deep dive, but I did look it up,” you gave her a sheepish smile. You took a sip of the cold beer, “That feels so good.”

“You are so not surviving the summer,” she joked.

“Oh, I will. Just to spite you, and Summer.”

Your window was cracked opened slightly, in hopes you would feel some breeze to alleviate the heat. You lied down on the cold floorboard, staring at the ceiling. He had cancelled again that night. His latest case was more complex than he had anticipated. It wasn’t that big of a deal, you understood. But adding to the cancellations, his absences on Fridays at Josie’s had also become more frequent. It wasn’t unusual. He had been unavailable on some Fridays, in the beginning of your relationship, working on opening statements. And you had often popped in to visit him, and fell asleep on his couch while he did so.

It wasn’t unusual.

And yet, you couldn’t help but feel that Matt was probably pulling away from you. Maybe that was the moment the other shoe would drop. Maybe you were right, everything with Matt was too good to be true.

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[c-rose2081]

New OC check…just thinking thoughts…

Leora Marraine

Name: Leora Marraine

Age: Looks 17 (true age unknown)

Parent: Godmother Whitney Marraine (Brandy’s Fairy Godmother)

Face Claim: Savannah Lee Smith

About: No one is really sure where Leora came from? She just kinda appeared one day claiming to be a new student at Auradon Prep and no one really questioned it. With magic now allowed in Auradon after nearly 40 years banned, it didn’t take long for her to reveal herself as a magical creature (and a very magical one at that). She’s descended from a long line of Fairy Godmother’s, one of them being Godmother Whitney, who appeared to Chloe’s mom in another life (a life created during the magical time void caused by Red and Chloe’s meddling).

She’s not in any way related to FG or Jane, as there have been many lines of Fairy Godmothers throughout history with different types of magic.

Technically speaking, Leora is Chloe’s Fairy Godmother (not FG), and she doesn’t like the idea of showing up as an adult, but rather a friend who can better understand her charge. Of course…Leora is a bit different too in that she doesn’t do ‘one and done’ magic. She’s a Godmother of luxury and wealth; the ‘cool’ one, or so she claims. Leora wants to stick around and see what humans are all about, seeing as she’s lived elsewhere for her entire life.

Positive Personality: Spunky, fun-loving, bright, generous, intuitive, and protective

Negative Personality: Impulsive, judgmental, out of touch, magic privileged, and easily frustrated

Color Palette:

Aesthetic: Gold

Wand & Shoes:

[natsukishinomiyaswife]

Love had always come naturally to her, from her unique magic to her love of matchmaking. People would travel all around Briar Valley to reach her, seeking her talents for themselves. To find their special someone, the one they hold dear. To fall in love, truly and unconditionally.

She was Briar Valley's own cupid, a Fae that believed everyone deserved to be loved, that everyone should have their own "happily ever after". Some would say she was naive, oblivious to the world around her. She just wanted everyone to be happy, and yet...

She wanted to be loved too, longing for someone to call her own. No matter how hard she tried, no matter how many times she fell, she would never get the "happily ever after" she longed for.

From abusive partners to unrequited love, she experienced it all. And with every heart break her bitterness grew, eyeing the happy couples around her. The couples she made...

In her despair she spiraled, using her unique magic to separate couples rather than make them, having them fall for her instead. The feelings were artificial, their love untrue, and yet...

Even if it were only for a moment... hold her close. Tell her you love her, that you can't live without her, that she's worthy of love too...

As years turned to centuries, she resigned herself to her fate, leaving Briar Valley behind. She was no longer Lady Ruthleen, beloved matchmaker turned homewrecker. She was just Ruthleen, living a quiet life alone in the Queendom of Roses.

Or at least, she was... until a raven came, delivering a letter to her door.

"... A teacher? Me? What a foolish idea..."

And yet she agrees, on her way to Night Raven College.

Ms. Ruthleen Marraine, Night Raven College's newest staff member ♡

Uh... surprise? lol ♡ Anyway, the OC I posted art of here is Ruthleen, and I'm sure if you were familiar with my old OC Ruthie (who is now retired) that you probably remember Ruthleen from her backstory (so... surprise! lol ♡)

I decided to change Ruthleen's backstory a bit and make her her own character (since Ruthie doesn't exist anymore) and... yeah! Though she is cold and bitter, perhaps one day she will find the love she's always wanted ♡ (if anyone's interested /j lol ♡)

Tagging those that liked her original post, in case you were curious who she was (She'll have a proper introduction eventually lol ♡):

@theolivetree123, @offorestsongs, @midnightmah07, @0honeybones0, @br3adtoasty

@cheerleaderman, @beneathsakurashade, @the-rini-rush, @babyghoul138, @starry-night-rose

Thank you! ♡

[ellovett]

Fayette Marraine Dieu - twisted from The Fairy Godmother from Cinderella

[RSA STAFF]

More under the cut!

Twsted from: The Fairy Godmother

Occupation: Practical Magic Professor

School: Royal Sword Academy

Pronouns: He/him

Height: 6'3

Homeland: ???

Age: ???, Is within the 900s range

A professor at Royal Sword Academy who teaches the Practical Magic's class, specializing in conjuration and transformation. A passionate wizard that appreciates both the nitty gritty and sparkly aspects of magic. The whimsical nature of his classes are famous amongst students.

Trivia -

- Fayette tends to forget things easily, often losing his wand and forgetting his own spells..despite this Fayette has never run late to work

- Has a fondness for light sparkles, always incorporates it in his magic, to make things prettier

- As mentioned before they have a special expertise in conjuration and transformation magic, can turn pretty much anything into something completely different with ease.

- Despite being a fairy, Fayette lacks wings, he is able to levitate using magic but cannot fly around and about like his smaller counterparts.

- Keeps his cloak on even on the hottest of days, do NOT make him remove it!!!

- His favorite food is anything with pumpkin in it.

- His classroom is the most decorated and colorful one, to add to the magic, and to make his students focus and not fall asleep from the boredom.

- He's also known to host the wildest of field trips, some of them aren't even headmaster approved, but they're always somehow effective in teaching a good magic lesson!

- Just a very silly guy.

[clhook]

Ces derniers temps je pense beaucoup à ma meilleure amie d'enfance et d'adolescence avec qui j'ai plus trop de contact parce qu'elle sera pas à mon mariage et ça me travaille beaucoup, pas parce que j'aurais aimé l'inviter mais plutôt par nostalgie de la relation qu'on avait petites, quand on pensait à l'avenir on était persuadées qu'on vivrait dans la même ville je serais bibliothécaire et elle fleuriste (ça ça s'est bien réalisé pour le coup mdr) et on serait témoin au mariage l'une de l'autre et on serait marraine des enfants de l'autre mais ça s'est pas passé comme ça je suis partie et elle est restée là où on a grandi, on voulait plus les mêmes choses de la vie et surtout j'ai commencé à assumer de vouloir des trucs qu'elle ne voulait pas alors qu'avant je m'écrasais pour faire comme elle. Je pense pas que la relation était spécialement toxique mais en tout cas très déséquilibrée elle était la meneuse extravertie jolie etc et moi la suiveuse réservée un peu cheum lol je pense que ça la flattait d'avoir toujours quelqu'un avec elle qui la rendait encore mieux par comparaison. Moi je disais rien parce que j'avais trop peur d'être seule mais maintenant j'ai ma vie ma maison mon keum mon travail et je suis loin donc on s'est pas quittées en mauvais termes mais juste on s'est éloignées et maintenant se suivre sur instagram c'est le seul aperçu de la vie de l'autre qu'on a. Bref tout ça pour dire que je rumine beaucoup sur le fait de vivre mon mariage sans elle tout en étant sûre que j'ai pas envie qu'elle soit là non plus c'est difficile à appréhender mais j'étais trkl dans mon coin avec mes pensées sauf que ma mère m'a dit hier qu'elle avait laissé une lettre pour moi chez mes parents et ça m'a mis dans un état d'angoisse pas possible parce que j'ai peur de lire cette lettre et d'être assaillie de sentiments pas sains pour moi ou être obligée de reprendre contact (parce que j'ai clairement pas envie, je suis très bien maintenant avec seulement la nostalgie de ce qu'on avait) et en même temps ne pas la lire me rendrait foldingue parce que je suis la meuf la plus curieuse de la terre bref je sais pas quoi penser de cette histoire 🤪🤪🤪 oui vous avez lu jusque là pour cette conclusion je suis bien désolée pour vous

[laurierthefox]

Bonjour à toustes !

A l'initiative de @mekdavinci et grâce au travail vérification de @lodoniri je suis Parrain de la cagnotte pour l'évacuation et les soins de Wael Al-Namla et sa famille.

Chaque famille doit débourser 5000$ par adulte et 2500$ par enfant pour payer le passage de la frontière égyptienne.

Il n'y a pas de petits dons.

1€ fera déjà une grande différence, et rapprochera cette famille de la fin de l'enfer.

Si vous ne pouvez pas donner, n'hésitez pas à partager.

Repartagez le plus possible : https://www.gofundme.com/.../help-weal-alnamla-to-get...

Si vous avez au moins 1000 followers, peu importe le réseau social, n'hésitez pas à contacter @lodoniri sur twitter ou sur instagram pour qu'il vous assigne une cagnotte à parrainer / marrainer.

[anbaisai]

Twisted Wonderland Art Masterlist

Last updated: 2024.09.02

Shiokawa Mayu (My Yuusona/OC) 🍙

Intro post

Doodles [1] [2]

Imitating the Tweels with @/umichipearl's Yuu

Box of tsums (featuring @/fell-fell's Fayrouz and @/crystallizsch's Yuusha)

A suspicious bunny crystal (featuring @/skriblee-ksk's Kalmia)

Mayu & Ms. Marraine (featuring @/natsukishinomiyaswife's Ruthleen)

General TWST Art

Grim: "I usually kill the DoorDash guy girl"

Ace Trappola x Heat Abnormal (熱異常)-iyowa

Jamil and Ace WIPs/sketches

Chibi Tweels

Lifeguard AU Scarabia tsums

Animals that look like Jamil

"At your wifes house rn 😏she hitting me with a broom" (Jamil)

Ace waiting for his friends

Floyd Leech suffering from success

Eel surfing [1] [2]

Ruggie sketch

Kalim's headband

Choose your own eel adventure

🐙"Jamil-san! It has come to my attention that the prefect refers to you as ✨𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵✨, care to elaborate?" (Implied Jamil x Yuu)

Jamil x Yuu 🐍🍙

Senpai's name means "beautiful" in Arabic, doesn't it?

Jamiyuu x Shama (紗痲) - NILFRUITS (contains f!Jamil)

"His shitty attitude and grabbable waist have bewitched me"

Tibetan fox plush

Snake Jamil

Boop!

Blep, a.k.a snake Jamil, but as a blood python (30 lb noodle)

Snake delivery (featuring @/fell-fell's Fayrouz and @/crystallizsch's Yuusha)

Confused noodle

[ao3sbatfamily]

'Proof of identity' by avaya29

Author: @avayarising

The text went on, with a date of birth, a ‘Parrain’ (Camille Christophe HALY) and a ‘Marraine’ (Henriette COUPEAU), a priest’s signature, a blank line for ‘Confirmé(e)’…

“It’s my baptism certificate,” said Dick. “A copy of it, anyway.”

“And this is you?” Damian pointed at the name. “Dick Jan Grudzien?” He pronounced ‘Grudzień’ wrong.

“Yeah, baby bat, that’s me.”

Damian’s eyes flicked between the certificate and Dick in a silent question.