#code vein cerise

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Thought I should finally post all my Code Vein Ocs

Bios for the rest will be coming soon

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A remedy for a galling itch

Warnings: Suggestive content, 18+, GN!reader

Word count: 1.4K

A/N: I literally had to go through a good chunk of the game just to enter the trailer for references. Also this is my first time writing gender neutral reader, so I hope it makes sense.

Abnormal amounts of adrenaline rushed through (Y/N)’s veins, as they slammed the door of the trailer behind them, creating a sound wave, that resonated across the closed space of the vehicle.

"Shit that was close.” (Y/N) let out a sigh of relief, even though their heart rate was still accelerated by the horrendous encounter with Marguerite Baker. A few hours back they thought Jack reviving, from what seemed to be a certain death, to chase after them, alongside Ethan, was horrifying. However, there was nothing that could prepare poor (Y/N) for the bug infested nightmare they and Ethan had just gone through.

(Y/N) guarded the door for a while longer, their body stiffened as the adrenaline wore off and the initial shock took its place. A vivid image of Marguerite’s atrocious deformed body pestered their, -already troubled- mind, causing shivers to run down their spine.

On the opposite side, Ethan leaned on the counter, silently observing his fellow survivor. His greyish orbs noted the distress in their features. Something within him nudged at the sight of them- an urge to brighten up their mood.

“Now I have one more reason to hate bugs.”  (Y/N) let out a breathy chuckle at his joke. Seeing even the slightest of a smile curling their lips, made the man smile back.

“What do we do now?” He was suddenly brought out of his mind by their mellifluous voice.

“We got the ingredients…” Ethan paused, as the reality of his situation settled. As much he was embarrassed to admit it, he enjoyed (Y/N)’s company. So much so he forgot about his beloved wife, who was the reason he came here in the first place. It was humiliating just to think about how soon he managed to catch feelings for a stranger he met a few hours ago, especially when his counterpart was somewhere out there waiting to be rescued from this nightmare. Yet Ethan couldn’t bring himself to discard the feelings (Y/N) caused within him- ones that Mia had deprived him of for the time of her absence. And he was almost completely sure that these feelings were requited.

“We should wait for her to contact us then.” They suggested, as they made their way towards the green container, that for some strange reason the family had plenty of all across their property.

“Yeah, I guess.” A sense of relief took over his features. As much as he wanted to leave this god forgotten place, he didn’t want to face what was inevitably coming his way. The dilemma was weighting on his conscience. The man was forced to decide between his happiness and his moral code. Yet their dreamy (E/C) orbs and astounding smile made the choice even more difficult.

“Do you still have these rashes?” Their voice ringed across the small space, tingling his ears.

“Yeah, I do.”

“I found some ointment.” (Y/N) looked at him, hope gleamed in their eyes.

“Are you sure this thing is good?”

Their eyebrows furrowed, enhancing the look of concentration on their face, as they looked through the label.

“Luckily for us it hasn’t expired. We should give it a try.”

“Let me guess. I’ll be the test subject.” He struck them a mischievous look, provoking a giggle from them, which in return made his heart flutter.

The man approached them, not taking his eyes away from theirs in the process of doing so. His teasing stare made these few seconds feel like minutes. Just as he sat before them, they let out a breath they didn’t even realize they were holding back. Their cheeks were tinted with a cerise color, which –unfortunately for their- gave away their excitement.

Their bashfulness encouraged him to tease them further. With slow movements he undid the buttons of his cuffs, then rolled them up his elbow- revealing the irritated skin of his arms. (Y/N) swallowed hard before they got on their knees, with the ointment in their hand. Their free hand took his right one, after they dipped their pointy finger in the container, scooping a generous amount of product. They looked up at the man, searching for his assurance, only to meet his darkened, even lustful ones. For a moment they were taken aback by the intensity of his gaze, wondering if he was mad at them, but soon they understood that wasn’t the case.

As they applied the product over the bumps, they heard a barely audible whine. At first, they didn’t think much of it, assuming the cool cream caused a pleasant feeling against his hot skin. They began to spread it to all of the necessary spots, gently massaging around the rashes to avoid causing him any discomfort.

Meanwhile Ethan was trying his best to hold back any other sounds from escaping his mouth. Against all of his expectations the mysterious product did wonders. Not only did the itching stop, but also it soothed the burning sensation. Yet what made him feel idyllic was their tender touch. Their digits gracefully caressed his arm, mindlessly tracing the lines of his popped veins; his pulse throbbed underneath their fingertips, exposing his enthusiasm. The man gulped, his Adams apple bobbed awkwardly in his throat, as he felt the fabric of his slacks grow tight.

Unexpectedly (Y/N) retreated much to his disappointment. With curiosity, Ethan observed them, anticipating their next move. They glanced at the man above them through their lashes, while they scooped more of the ointment. Whilst keeping eye contact, they spread the product on his left hand. Ethan’s mouth went agape, unintentionally letting a whine escape his damp lips. Without a doubt the tension within him grew with each passing second.

“Does it help?”

In response he only nodded. Unlike his other arm, (Y/N) spent more time with his left one, tracing not only the veiny lines, but also the scars around his wrist. It appeared they were fascinated with the pattern of his skin. Carefully they threaded the calloused flesh of his palms in attempt to coax a reaction from him. Much to their surprise he was very responsive to their touch, it was almost alarming. Yet they didn’t seem to mind, because they enjoyed it just as much to a point where they wanted to extend this moment as much as they could. Still, it was coming to an end.

“That should do. Do you feel better?” They stood up, bringing their figure in a short distance to the man.

“Yeah, you got magical hands.” His -unusually- hoarse voice rumbled through their entire being. Looking down at him they noticed a difference in his glance. His blue-tinted grey orbs shined with a sparkle of mischief, one associated with what could only be described as desire. It was clear to them, yet they were reluctant. The thought of his wife made them guilty for even glancing in the man’s direction, let alone get intimate with him. She was the only barrier holding (Y/N) back. Though that wasn’t the case with Ethan.

He looked up at his companion with expectancy. The –seemingly- prolonged silence caused him to grow a bit nervous. Was he taking stuff too far, too quick? Even so there was no turning back. He couldn’t deny his feeling, nor avoid them. Every little thing about them was enough to make his heart flutter; to him they were truly breathtaking. Their perfections alongside their flaws made the man fall even deeper for them.

“I appreciate you doing this for me.” Ethan’s voice, akin to honey, dripped down their ears then straight to their heart.

“I really mean that.” His slender digits gently brushed onto their hand, sending electric waves across their nerves. (Y/N) stayed silent, unable to respond.

“Let me show you just how much I’m grateful for having you.” Ethan stood up; his tall figure towered over their one.

“May I?” Shivers ran down (Y/N)’s spine, as they felt his hot breath crash onto their hot cheeks. His plump lips were only a few millimeters away from theirs- so close, yet so far. They stood on their tippy toes in attempt to reach him, until the ring of a familiar sound interrupted them. A bit startled, but far more frustrated, (Y/N) looked to the left only to see the old-fashioned phone flickering.

"I guess we'll have to leave this for later." They puffed with disappointment evident in their voice.

"Don't worry sweetheart, you know I keep my promises." He let out a breathy chuckle before planting a tender kiss to their forehead.

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)(I got CODE VEIN recently, and did my best to make Cerise in the game. Also, it controls weird, and I can’t figure out how to do the blood gifts ;-;. Good thing I mainly got it to make characters in it, lol.)(

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Le Jardin des Plumes

à Giverny (Eure)

par Patrick Faus

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[learn_more caption=’ ‘] : cuisine décevante

: cuisine correcte

: cuisine intéressante et gourmande

: cuisine de haut niveau… à tous les niveaux

: cuisine exceptionnelle[/learn_more]

La cuisine inspirée d’Eric Guérin, personnelle et originale.

  C’est vrai que la maison est belle, autant de l’extérieur que de l’intérieur. Meubles chinés, éclairages subtils, luminosité naturelle, chambres modernes et confortables, bar et salon, chaque coin a son style, son ambiance, et l’on s’y sent bien. La salle du restaurant est une pure merveille : claire, éclatante même, vaste avec ses grandes fenêtres sur le jardin, sa cheminée au « vrai » feu pour les soirs de froidure, sa clarté du décor, ses tables magnifiquement dressées à la vaisselle recherchée.

En revenant un jour dans le village de son enfance pour saluer ses parents, Eric Guérin est tombé amoureux de cette maison construite en 1912 en pierres de Vernon, le village d’à coté. Un certain Picard l’avait fait construire, ingénieur et architecte dans l’équipe de Gustave Eiffel. Puis ce fut un restaurant, et un deuxième qui périclita. Eric fut bien déterminé à faire revivre cette merveille et son jardin, son étang, son hêtre pleureur centenaire et son ginkgo biloba, « arbre de vie » comme l’appelle les Chinois.

Avant de retourner à Givry, le chef a eu une formation de grandes maisons parisiennes (Tour d’Argent, Taillevent, etc.), puis la rupture en 1995, le départ vers des cieux plus limpides, les oiseaux et la vie, la Brière et La Mare aux Oiseaux. Une étoile au Michelin en 2000 et le voilà en Normandie avec son deuxième restaurant, à même pas une heure de Paris en voiture ou en train. Un cadeau pour les gourmets.

L’arrivée de l’étoile Michelin a bien lancé la maison. Nadia Socheleau, l’associée depuis les débuts, gère le restaurant et l’hôtel avec talent et une efficacité remarquable. En cuisine, le jeune Florian Grundeler. Formation Lucas Carton/Senderens et Jeune talent Gault/Millau.

La carte est comme toujours chez Guérin, courte, variée, riche et très personnelle. Un énoncé comme il se doit axé sur les produits essentiels de l’assiette. Pas de verbes, pas de compléments, pas de fioritures. Le travail est basé sur les produits des producteurs alentour, en fruits, laitages et légumes principalement.

Un bon exemple est la brousse de Cravent, à base de lait de brebis fabriquée par un voisin. Texture et saveur remarquables que le chef introduit entre deux lamelles de courgettes, accompagnées d’artichauts et de champignons de saison. Un assemblage parfait pour un superbe plat.

L’entrée à base de King Crab de chez Pétrossian est déjà moins évidente, moins harmonieuse dans sa présentation aussi, un peu éparpillée. Tomates, basilic thaï, le tout arrosé par un verre d’Americano qui tente de relier les saveurs. Qui manquent un peu de relief.

Depuis la nuit des temps, le canard est accommodé avec des fruits. Ce fut l’orange, puis de nos jours un peu tout : abricots, poires et ici pèches rôties. Une belle bête provenant de la famille Burgaud qui a mis le canard de Challans sur toutes les tables dignes de ce nom grâce à un procédé tenu (presque) secret. On sait juste que le canard est endormi avant d’être abattu, le sang restant dans les veines de l’animal. La chair est ainsi plus rouge et plus savoureuse. Fameux au goût grâce à une cuisson parfaite et à un délicieux jus de cuisson, pas comme les haricots beurres découpés en tout petits morceaux sous cuits, tellement qu’on les croirait crus, donc sans saveur et par trop « croquants ». Les quelques pommes de terre grenaille sont par contre bien dodues et bien fondantes.

Le Turbot est formidable. Cuisson claire et limpide, des artichauts poivrades en tempura, une belle sauce vierge qui vient rehausser l’ensemble avec son léger parfum d’estragon, puis une belle crème de courgettes. Impeccable et vraiment délicieux.

La chef pâtissière, Daphnée Gourdon, est jeune et fraichement émoulue de l’Ecole Ferrandi. Elle garde encore un côté « appliquée » dans la conception et la construction de ses desserts. Parfois brouillonne comme pour son Chocolat, cerise et thé noir, harmonieuse avec les Pêches en mousse, fruit et sorbet, parfumée au basilic, mais avec un montage un peu tarabiscoté.

Parfaite avec ses Framboises, petits suisses et shiso, en un dessert bien construit et plein de saveur.

Francesco, sommelier, gère une belle carte des vins, riche et variée, classique et originale, bio et nature, donc pour tous les goûts et pour toutes les bourses avec un accent mis sur les vins de Loire. Une partie « normale » avec des prix abordables et des entrées de gamme autour de 30 €, et des vins « d’exception » de 90 € à 300 € et plus.

Accueil et service remarquable de gentillesse et d’efficacité, ambiance paisible et gourmande, le café dans le jardin et soudain le monde va mieux…

1, rue du milieu 27620 Giverny Tél : 02 32 54 26 35 accueil@lejardindesplumes.fr www.lejardindesplumes.fr Site d’Eric Guérin : www.eric-guerin.fr Fermé lundi et mardi Fermé du 2 janvier au 1er février

8 chambres de 180 € à 320 € Petit déjeuner : 17 €

Menu à la Plume : 48 € (entrée, plat, fromage ou dessert) (servi tous les jours, sauf samedi soir, dimanche soir, et fériés) Menu Dégustation : 95 € (découverte en sept temps pour l’ensemble de la table) Menu Enfants = 22 € (entrée, plat, dessert, improvisés par le chef) Carte : 80 € environ

Pour s’y rendre (de Paris) : Train Sncf, 46 minutes environ de Paris Saint-Lazare à Vernon Prix : de 9 € à 12 € Confort d’un Intercités pendant toute la durée du trajet. Pour vos sacs volumineux, des espaces adaptés sont prévus. Lors de votre réservation, il est possible de choisir votre placement : assis à côté d’un(e) ami(e) ayant déjà son billet, deux places en vis-à-vis ou encore côté couloir. #ONYVA

Train de l’Impressionnisme

Jusqu’au 1er octobre 2017, tous les week-ends, vous pouvez partir en train depuis Paris sur les pas des Impressionnistes, vers la Normandie, comme le firent Monet, Pissarro, Berthe Morisot… Au départ de la gare Paris Saint-Lazare, le Train de l’Impressionnisme vous emmène à Vernon-Giverny ou/et à Rouen. Dès que vous montez à bord, vous êtes dans l’univers impressionniste. Le train est habillé à l’extérieur de célèbres tableaux de Claude Monet et Camille Pissarro. A bord du train, vous trouverez des panneaux explicatifs sur chaque peintre et chaque œuvre, ainsi qu’un site mobile dédié, accessible via un flash code, pour vous accompagner durant tout le voyage. Depuis Vernon, navette pour Giverny. Terminus du bus ou petit train ouvert à quelques pas du Jardin des Plumes.

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Le Jardin des Plumes à Giverny (Eure) Le Jardin des Plumes à Giverny (Eure) par Patrick Faus

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Made some picrews of my Code Vein girls

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In the face of certain death, we rise.