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writingbyshiloh · 1 year

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Cautious yet Optimistic and Graceful Part 2

Part 1 & Part 3

CW: Morally gray reader, F!Reader, John Wick-type universe (ie, killing, the reader thinks about past injuries from fights. training not descriptive). Not smut but suggestive thinking from both Vincent and the reader, mutual pinning, and worldbuilding but no description of the reader. Smoking, a nonsexual cigarette burn on the reader, brief drinking. MAYBE OCs (Fictional staff for the fictional hotel). NO BETA

Summary: The Marquis de Gramont still annoys you. But he needs help from you(r hotel). Like a good manager, you help.

AN: PART 2 everyone!!! Thank u for the likes/comments/reblogs! This takes place a few months after part 1. IDEK if this is ooc the man had like 30 minutes of screen time overall and I’ve been writing this for a week. I read it a few times for spelling but something got messed up copy and pasting and a para or 2 got dropped. Part 3 will be out ???? soon(ish)

Something about today had his words bouncing around in your head. Out of all the ways to describe someone, he narrowed it down to three (well technically he used six).

Cautious. Sure, you can see that. Out of a love of being alive, you tried not to take any unnecessary risks in your fighting days. You also tried to avoid having a marker whenever you could. There was one in existence with your blood on it. A favour for someone you thought was a friend. You held up your end, the bloody fingerprint stored in the New York Continental as proof.

Optimistic. That also makes sense. You actually enjoy what you do, loving being part of the criminal underworld before and now. You haven't been the manager for too long but would already die for this hotel.

The part that was throwing you was graceful. You didn't think you were that graceful physically. You have scars to prove that you've taken a hit, slash, or burn many times. Did he mean gracefully with people? Camille did so much for the hotel, you just deal with regular hotel things (like getting Monument Historique status for a collection of French weapons, take that, Vincent). The other part was implanting rules from the high table. Maybe just being graceful and polite when you were resisting the urge to claw your eyes out.

It could also be flirting. You felt he wasn't the type to hit on someone out of the blue. Sure he was smart and confident, but it seemed like too big a risk for him to take. Unless he is just a playboy, which is something you find yourself tempted to google twice a day.

You would rather die than admit it, but you almost like when he called you Mademoiselle. Almost. It was like a nickname, plus it brought out his accent more. When you found yourself enjoying.

To make things worse Camielle caught on to your crush immediately. While embarrassing, it did show how clever she was and you were glad she was the concierge. Her knowing also gave you an excuse to just tell Vincent your direct number, so Camille would stop reminding you how frequently he called.

You love the bar in the hotel. It is beautiful, decorated in an Art Nouveau style, with large windows allowing for the sun to filter in during the day. You were almost pleased that Vincent asked to meet you there, allowing you to subtly show off your business.

Finding him at the bar wasn’t hard, no one else was wearing a dark green three-piece suit, complete with a complexly tied tie and their coat of arms pin. He looks good but tense, one long leg crossed over the other. Plus, you could see Chidi and another guard in their gray suits keeping an eye. You were thankful that you took extra time this morning on your outfit.

You slid into the chair next to him, after shaking a few hands with other big names down in the bar for a late-night drink.

“I hear you have a problem.” You say, while not knowing the full details, just that he wanted to meet you in the bar and something was wrong. It kicked your heartbeat up, even if you only told yourself it was the stress of him being here.

“Correct.”.

“I’m sure you know because of your love of rules, but I can only help those who are using the hotel services.”

You didn't care that much, and would absolutely bend the rules to do him a favour, but couldn't resist a chance to get a dig in.

The Marquis pulls out two gold coins and slides them across to the bartender. He orders a top-shelf spirit before his eyes cut to you. Now he's buying you a drink in your own hotel. You would want him to buy you a drink in a different situation but at least he didn't order for you. That may cause you to actually kill him.

Clearing your throat you order your usual, quietly thanking the bartender when the drink was placed in front of you.

The bar wasn't loud, but he dropped his head towards you so you could hear him better and to give the conversation some privacy.

“You have a cartographer here, no?”

You nodded. The cartographer is excellent. He had blueprints for buildings past and present, as well as the catacombs. He also had knowledge and keys to abandoned buildings if something had to be desponded and not be found.

“How soon do you need him?” While one of the best, he was away for his daughter's wedding

“Tonight.”

You took a small sip of your drink. You could probably get the information he was looking but you wouldn't be as efficient.

“While we do have a cartographer, he's gone to a family event. If your plans are that urgent I can try my best to fill in.”

Content with your answers, Vincent leaned back into his seat taking a swig of his drink. You took the finishing sip of yours before pushing out of your chair.

“I have spare keys in my office. I’ll meet you back here in five.”

For how commanding and prideful he is, you never expected him to need the services from your hotel.

The maps room was fairly boring. Three out of the four walls were filled with lockboxes to various maps. Blueprints, and documents for France and even some other countries nearby.

“Are these your beloved catacombs?” The Marquis asks, studying the paper taped to the wall. You asked the map maker for more information and for ideas on what you could do with them.

You hum in agreement, deep down thrilled that he remembered such a small part of your conversation ages ago.

Your eyes jump over the numbered lock boxes in front of you, trying to find the one he needs.

You half expected him to help you pull out maps and building plans, a blend of chivalry, showing off his height, and getting under your skin. He didn’t, letting you struggle with the lock instead.

Vincent knew he should help you, but the way your back was arched as you tried to open one of the lockboxes out of the dozens was more interesting. His gaze moved over your legs, before looking at your ass in your skirt.

Feeling the lock give a turn to the side, you peek inside the box to make sure the plans were there. Hand sliding in, you pulled the thin tube out, double-checking the label on the front to make sure it is the one you need. Leaving the box unlocked you turn to face Vincent, a triumphant grin on your face.

Maybe your grin and pride in getting the correct documents were a bit unprofessional but he didn't care. Not since the small room amplified the smell of your perfume and how the spent the better part of the last five minutes checking out your legs.

Uncapping the tube, you pulled out the blueprints and spread them on the backlist glass table in front of you.

“Here are your prints,” you state awkwardly. You're not sure why he needs them, and why he personally came here. Chidi is keeping guard outside the map room, despite you repeating the hotel policy of no business.

The Marquis nods in response already focusing on the table. You flatten a small map from the tube in case he needs context on the area. Not likely since he already knows what to look for, proven by his notebook and the constant sound of his pen against the paper taking notes.

Watching him study the map may have been alright at first, but three hours later you are tired. There are only so many times you can look at his hair and wonder if he would get mad if you run your hands through, or gently tug it. Or what his hands would feel like, especially with his signet ring.

The grandfather clock tells you that it's only 2:36 am but you feel like it's later. Even Vincent looks slightly less than perfect, hair falling out of place from where he had gelled it that morning.

He is a guest of your hotel so you're going to keep helping him no matter how long he stays. Just with a bit less optimism.

“Mademoiselle?” Your eyes snap to his face at the sound of his voice, pulling you from your thoughts.

“You look tired. You should go to bed,” he comments.

Wow. Thanks, you think.

“I’m okay. I’m happy to stay here as long as you need,” you say while hoping he leaves soon. “How are the plans going? The cartographer can help you with the finer details when he gets back.”

“That is not necessary. I have all I need here.” He slowly stretches and starts to stand. You never considered it but being hunched over the table must have been hell on his back given his above-average height. Finally seeing your chance to go to bed, you quickly make it over to the door, opening it for him.

“Merci, again.” He thanks you as if this is not your job.

“Do you want me to walk you to the main door?” You have all your floor plans memorized.

“We are fine.” He replies.

He looks at you and you can't read his expression. He's less tense, obviously getting what he needed from the plans.

“The high table did a good job making you the manager.”

You feel pride swell in your chest, despite the exhaustion you feel behind your eyes.

“Bonne nuit, Mademoiselle”

“Bonne nuit. Bon matin.” You quietly wish him as he leaves, wasting no time putting the plans away and locking the map room door.

You let out another exhaust of bitter smoke, watching it curl away on the cool night air. You didn't start smoking in Paris, but dropped and picked the habit a few times.

“Fumes-tu, Mademoiselle?” a voice behind you makes you flinch. You didn’t tell anyone that you have a secret smoking place, let alone that you went out to smoke.

You spin around before relaxing at the sight of the Marquis, clad in a dark suit, his signature pin on the lapel reflecting the light.

You nod, before realizing he probably can't see you well under the lights in the alcove. He is by your side quickly, long legs carrying him the short distance.

You tip your head to the small table, where your rolling papers, tobacco and other smoking paraphernalia sit in a silent offer. Vincent looks at the table before facing you again. Guess he's too fancy to smoke you assume while taking a drag.

You turn your head to blow out more smoke, careful not to blow it in this direction, a hard feat considering he was extremely close to you. The smell of his cologne drifted under the smell of smoke.

You move your cigarette down and out to the side, fully ready to see why the Marquis interrupted you. Watching his face, his eyes dipped down to your lips and then back to your eyes almost a silent asking. The smooth and sophisticated era was still there but there was uncertainty under it.

You slowly leaned closer, not wanting to make the first move, but you want this to happen. He hand-cupped your face, the cool metal of the ring nice as he shifted closer, leaving a small gap for you to make the final push to kiss him. Just a few more inches and then -

Pain. A sharp burning pain on your pinky finger.

You jerk back, trying to examine what happened. Your cigarette slipped while you were distracted and the glowing embers of the end dropped only to land on your pinky.

“Shit. Sorry,” you apologize, letting out a nervous huff of a laugh while holding up your burn. The Marquis was unreadable, hand withdrawn. Does he think you rejected him?

He reaches for your wrist and you let him take it. Slowly he brings your hand up to the outdoor lamp to inspect your burn. The stinging has subsided but you are sure the flesh is a bit swollen.

With his free hand, he takes the offending cigarette and brings it to his lips. You can't help but stare, cigarette burns long forgotten as you watch him take a deep inhale, before exhaling over your head, so no smoke blows in your face. Part of you regret not making the final push to kiss him, while another hopes he takes another puff.

Vincent brings your cigarette down to examine it in better lighting before placing it back in your hand, still firmly in his grasp.

“It is not a well-rolled cigarette. It is too tight.”

There it is you think. The classic Vincent snark. But you secretly hope he rolls one so you can watch his hands and watch him smoke it.

“You don’t have to smoke it.”

“I just wanted to give you this.” He reaches into his suitcoat pocket, retrieving a white envelope. His hands brush yours while you grab it.

You know his handwriting from the time with him in the map room, and you could easily tell he wrote your name on the front.

“Thank you?” you weren't sure what was inside but you were being all the things he described you as.

“I will go, and let you read it.”

You watch him leave, thoughts racing too fast to try and save the situation.

Do you call out after him? Does he think you rejected him? Maybe not because he still gave you the envelope.

You ash your cigarette before collecting your things and going back to your office. Maybe things would make more sense there.

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amateurvoltaire · 4 months

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In one of your last posts you mentioned you were studying the civil war in Vandée. Have you ever seen the rather new movie "Vaincre ou Mourir" on the topic? If yes, what do you think of it? I was very curious to give it a try, hoping it's not the usual demonisation of the revolutionary government. Not that I expect it to be portrayed positively in a movie focused on the Vendéean insurgents pov, of course...

Thanks a lot for your question! It’s the first one I've ever received, and I’m really excited to dive into it. (I might have gone a bit overboard, so grab a coffee or a drink before you tackle this beast… TLDR at the bottom…)

I watched "Vaincre ou Mourir" a couple of months ago. Before I dive into my thoughts, the man himself would like a word:

All jokes aside, have you ever been to one of those medieval theme parks where they offer a "realistic" medieval show with dinner? As a kid, every summer, my parents took me to a jousting show at an Italian theme park. We'd watch two knights fight each other for an hour while being “medieval” and munching on chicken legs without any cutlery.

That's pretty much how I felt watching this movie: it’s flashy and fun but doesn’t have much going on underneath. It makes more sense when you discover that the film was funded by Puy du Feu, a large historical theme park in Vendée.

The context

And this is the thing: despite the Canal+ distribution, most of the production is local. The Vendée itself is often defined as a memory space (1), which can lead to a community feeling a special connection to their past. This is often reflected in local traditions, commemorations, and even political leanings. I remember watching an interview from the bicentenary where some locals said they don’t celebrate the 14th of July as a matter of principle—200 years later!

It’s also worth noting that the Vendée has a history of conservative and right-leaning political preferences, and Canal+ is also a right-leaning media outlet.

The Experts

Is it a documentary? Is it a fictional film? It's hard to say in the first few minutes.

The movie attempts to project historical accuracy by introducing four experts right at the start. If a film opens with such a direct appeal to authority, I tend to scrutinise who these experts are. So, who are they?

Reynald Secher: a historian who has been a massive proponent of the Vandean genocide theory. He is very anti-Republican, and his research methodologies are rather sketchy…

Nicolas Delahaye: I don’t know much about him, but I see he publishes primarily regionally in a Vendean publishing house. That doesn’t necessarily mean he’s particularly biased, but it does mean his audience is very limited to people with specific views.

Anne Rolland-Boulestreau: a historian at the Université Catholique de l’Ouest specialising in the Vendée counter-revolution. Her articles in the Annales Historiques de la Révolution Française seem unbiased and well-researched. I own one of her books but haven't read it yet, so I can't speak to her longer-form content.

Armand Bernand: if you google de la Rochejaquelein, you will find this guy everywhere. He owns a publishing house, loves the Château de la Durbelière (2), and wrote a series of books set there. He clearly has a historical crush on M. Henri. I think he cosplayed him during some re-enactments and wrote a book about Henri’s brother Auguste.

It’s worth mentioning they either hail from Vendée or work exclusively within the region. This is my bias speaking because I’ve pretty much read all his work, but if you make a movie about the Vendee and can’t get Jean-Clément Martin to say something on camera about it, you should probably not feature any experts…

The Story

After an awkward three minutes of experts telling us how important the revolution was and introducing Charette, we get to the actual movie, which opens with a pile of bodies, burnings, a hanged person, and an awkward first-person voiceover of Charette saying that they made the Vendee into an inferno. This will be a theme for the next hour or so.

If I were to describe this film in two words, "tragedy porn" would fit. What occurred in Vendée was horrific, and its rightly violent portrayal should help viewers understand and appreciate the human and historical impact. However, the film often prioritises shock value over explaining the underlying reasons.

Charette is, by all accounts, a very compelling subject. The guy was a libertine with bucket-loads of courage and style who had a woman as an aide de camp in 1793! Despite spending 1.5 hours with him, narrated from his perspective, I would be hard-pressed to tell you what he’s actually fighting for. Is it honour? Is it revenge? Is it stubbornness? Your guess is as good as mine!

There is absolutely no character growth whatsoever. The film presents as a sequence of battles and shocking scenes narrated by a somewhat detached Charette. Remember what I said about the medieval show? This shock-value approach might work for a short performance during dinner but falls flat when stretched across an entire film.

Despite the weak script, the actors are quite good. Nothing Oscar-worthy, but they can act. The guy that plays Charette does a very good job and is quite charismatic.

The Historical Accuracy

On the whole, I can’t see glaring historical errors. It is fairly historically accurate with some minor issues. This is obviously not an exhaustive list, but there are things I noticed and jotted down:

The main one is the bizarre theory that Charette agreed to the peace of 1795 because he was promised that Louis XVII would be handed to him. This has absolutely no credible historical basis whatsoever. It’s a myth that has been propagated for over 200 years.

I’m pretty sure Charette didn’t sign the treaty of La Jaunaye. In fact, as far as I remember, no one from the insurgent side signed it.

While not a historical inaccuracy per se, it's a missed opportunity that the film often portrays Charette as the sole leader of the Vendean army. Though he mentions being one chief among many, this aspect is quickly glossed over. His historical relationship with the Catholic and Royal Army and its leaders was complex and would have been interesting to explore further. It's a shame the film likely didn't have the budget to delve into this, as it could have also demonstrated that Vendée wasn't a monolith.

The depiction of the republican army as well-equipped is somewhat exaggerated. If they were as well-appointed as shown, Carnot and Prieur (Cote D’or) would be out of a job, and Saint-Just wouldn't have needed to requisition shoes for the army.

Lastly, the film underexplains the context of why the counter-revolution started. In my opinion, it manipulatively emphasises the king's execution more than warranted, suggesting it triggered the popular uprising when it really did not. The conflict in Vendée began as a peasant revolt, where the local population was far more concerned with religious issues than royal politics. Most Vendean peasants likely couldn't name the king—they probably knew he was a Louis since there had been a Louis on the throne for 200 years, but that's about it. Their concerns were local: when parish priests who had taken the civic oath replaced their traditional priests, and the Levée en masse was decreed, forcing them to fight random Germans 600 km away for a regime threatening their way of life, they rebelled.

Is the movie anti-Republican propaganda?

To wrap up, is the film anti-Republican? Frankly, I don’t believe it is overtly so. It adopts a somewhat clichéd stance: the revolution's ideals were noble, but things eventually went too far. While I have plenty of thoughts on this—which I'll keep to myself for now—I wouldn’t say this perspective is inherently anti-Republican.

Charette is depicted as initially supportive of the revolution, which is accurate for many aristocrats, especially the minor nobility. The portrayal of Republican soldiers is balanced, with General Jean-Pierre Travot sometimes appearing more honourable than Charette. As the main character, Charette is shown as lazy, indecisive, and sometimes brutal, so the film does not attempt to heroise him. The princes, especially Artois, are also depicted negatively. So, the film isn’t overtly royalist.

Is there a specific stance against the Government (aka the CSP)? I don’t recall them being mentioned, which, again, is accurate since most Vendeeans, including the nobility, were not deeply involved in Parisian politics.

That being said, Carrier and Turreau are portrayed very negatively, and rightfully so. Republican generals are also shown as less likely to spare the "brigands" when captured, which aligns with historical accounts. The movie leans heavily on shock value, featuring hard-to-watch scenes of executions, guillotines, and drownings. Unfortunately, even the staunchest republican historians would be hard-pressed to find the evidence to call those scenes revisionists.

Beyond that, the only thing that stood out to me about the Republicans is that they made Kleber look about 60 years old.

In conclusion, is this the most accurate film ever? Certainly not. Is it counter-revolutionary propaganda? I genuinely don’t think so, and if someone claims otherwise, they’re likely being disingenuous.

TLDR:

Watched the movie "Vaincre ou Mourir," which felt like a medieval theme park show—entertaining but lacking depth, probably due to its funding by an actual historical theme park. Despite its attempt to appear historically accurate with expert interviews, the film fails to deeply explore its characters or the complexities of the Vendée region's history. While it doesn't contain major historical inaccuracies, it oversimplifies the causes and events of the Vendée uprising, focusing more on visual shock than factual explanation. Not outright anti-Republican or counter-revolutionary, but doesn't offer new insights into anything. Overall, flashy but not as informative as it could be.

Notes

A memory space is defined as a location (physical or otherwise) where memories, histories, and narratives are preserved, shared, and understood within a society or culture. Things like museums, monuments, rituals, stories and in this case a region can be memory spaces

Château de la Durbelière was the home of La Rochejaquelein

PS: Thank you again for your question! I had a lot of fun answering it.

#frev #french revolution #vendee war #vendee #charette #amateurvoltaire's essay ramblings #vaincre ou mourir #review

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peekaboorpg · 6 months

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Un google docs issu du /r/worldbuilding sur reddit, qui rassemble des centaines de ressources utiles au worldbuilding, notamment des cartes, des documents culturels, des listes d'objets, d'animaux, de langages, des guides historiques, de science-fiction, etc. Le tout est réellement très complet et parfait pour bâtir l'univers de votre forum rpg.

#ressources rpg #écriture #worldbuilding #sites utiles #forumactif #forum rpg

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amphibious-thing · 3 months

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I want to talk about the following quote that is supposedly from a letter of the 18th of October 1771 from d'Eon to the Duke of Aiguillon:

Since it is required for the welfare of my country and an august personage, I agree to pass for a woman and promise to give no living soul evidence to the contrary. But what I cannot accept is to wear the clothing of the other sex, although for a time I did wear it in my youth in obedience to my king. To resume this disguise permanently, or even temporarily, would be beyond me; the mere idea appals me so much that nothing could overcome my revulsion.

This quote seems to have come Dr. John M. Mitchell's translation of Joseph Boulogne, called Chevalier de Saint-Georges by Emil F. Smidak. Smidak cites Mémoires du Chevalier d'Éon by Frédéric Gaillardet.

Mémoires du Chevalier d'Éon (1836) by Frédéric Gaillardet is a fictionalised novel that was loosely based on d'Eon's life. Gaillardet himself clarifies that much this book is fictional in his later nonfiction book Mémoires sur la Chevalière d'Éon (1866).

In his novel Gaillardet also includes a letter from the Duke of Aiguillon to d'Eon of the 6th of November 1773 in which Aiguillon informs d'Eon that if she wished to return to France she must do so as a woman.

Michel de Decker includes these two letters in his biography on d'Eon. However he points out Gaillardet doesn't include these letters in his 1866 nonfiction book only his 1836 fictional one. "Il faut bien se résoudre à admettre que lorsque Gaillardet ne trouvait pas une pièce du grand puzzle qu'est son roman historique, il la fabriquait!" [We must resolve to admit that when Gaillardet could not find a piece of the great puzzle that is his historical novel, he made it!]*

In fact in Gaillardet's 1866 nonfiction book he writes:

Nous n'avons trouvé, ni dans les papiers de sa famille, ni dans les archives des affaires étrangères, aucune preuve à l'appui de son assertion que Louis XV et le duc d'Aiguillon aient demandé sa métamorphose. Quant à Louis XVI et à M. de Vergennes, ils n'ont demandé, comme on le verra, la reprise de ses habits de femme qu'après la confession inattendue de son prétendu sexe, faite spontanément par d'Éon à Beaumarchais. [We have found, neither in the papers of her family, nor in the archives of foreign affairs, any proof to support her assertion that Louis XV and the Duke of Aiguillon requested her metamorphosis. As for Louis XVI and M. de Vergennes, they only asked, as we will see, for her to wear women's clothes again after the unexpected confession of her alleged sex, made spontaneously by d'Éon to Beaumarchais.]*

So it seems the letters are in fact fictional.

*google translate

#chevalière d'eon #frédéric gaillardet #someone posted this on tumblr witch caught my attention but the post is a few years old #and I didn't want to seem like I was calling them out on a years old post #they seem to have gotten a lot of their info from Gaillardet (perhaps indirectly)

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perduedansmatete · 7 months

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@wonderbandersnatch m'a taggué il y a mille ans pour répondre à un genre de questionnaire de proust donc je m'exécute enfin tant bien que mal:

ma vertu préférée

je copie mais l'empathie c'est une super vertu

le principal trait de mon caractère

dévouée je dirais

ce que j'apprécie le plus chez mes ami.e.s

chez mes meilleurs amis je pense que ce que je préfère c'est leur désinvolture et leur capacité à faire n'importe quoi comme si on était encore adolescents

mon principal défaut

l'indécision

mon occupation préférée

le quatuor gagnant: être à un concert, dormir, baiser et faire des listes

Votre idée du bonheur

ne pas vivre dans l'angoisse d'absolument tout

Votre idée du malheur ?

mourir sans jamais avoir eu de chat à soi

Ce que je voudrais être

je n'en ai aucune idée actuellement mais petite j'ai voulu être chanteuse d'opéra pendant un temps pour les raisons suivantes: je pensais que j'avais du talent (ceci dit jusqu'à longtemps j'ai pu chanter l'air de la nuit de la flûte enchantée et j'adorais la réputation que ça me donnait), je me disais que je gagnerais plein d'argent, que je travaillerais dans de beaux décors et surtout que je serais pas hyper connue comme si j'étais une rockstar et ça je trouvais ça cool d'être tranquille mais riche voilà et je trouve encore que c'est un bon plan finalement donc allez chanteuse d'opéra

le pays où je désirerais vivre

je sais pas si j'aimerais y vivre mais je suis obsédée par l'islande, j'ai failli y aller il y a quelques années mais covid oblige ça a été annulé bref.

la couleur que je préfère

franchement je porte que du noir donc bon, mais j'aime les couleurs reposantes sinon comme les couleurs pastel et aussi j'adore le bordeaux bien profond (mais du coup noir quand même)

la fleur que j'aime

j'aime beaucoup les petites fleurs des champs et les boutons d'or!!!

l'oiseau que je préfère

les hirondelles <3

mes auteur.e.s favori.te.s en prose

j'ai lu trop de sartre à cause de ma prof de philo de terminale dont j'étais amoureuse pour ne pas le nommer, sinon despentes, les sœurs brontë et après je ne sais pas trop car je lis rarement plus de deux ou trois ouvrages d'une même personne bouuuh la nullos

mes poètes préféré.e.s

rimbaud, baudelaire, éluard, plath et... lana del rey mouhahaha j'écris ce que je veux

mes héros favoris dans la fiction

bojack, perceval dans kaamelott mdr, le prêtre dans fleabag, scott pilgrim ce gros loser et j'ai pas trop d'autres d'idées car j'aime pas les hommes pardon (sauf les nuls et ceux qui font pitié)

mes héroïnes favorites dans la fiction

jane eyre, fleabag, amélie poulain, thelma ou louise? louise ou thelma? je sais pas donc les deux car l'une ne va pas sans l'autre, lou et reine amy dunne

mes compositeurices préféré.e.s

je sais pas si par compositeur c'est juste à l'ancienne ou compositeur de musique en général... si c'est à l'ancienne je dirais satie car je l'écoutais beaucoup fut un temps pour me calmer et j'ai pas d'autres noms car j'en écoute pas assez pour avoir des compositeurs où je me dis ouaaaa c'est mon préféré celui-là

mes peintres favori.te.s

munch, klimt, mucha, o'keeffe, schiele et pas mon père (bien qu'il adore peindre, il est plus doué avec son stylo bic qu'avec un pinceau)

le personnage historique qui me déplaît le plus

thatcher car j'ai déjà dit que j'aimais pas les hommes donc comme ça j'équilibre

ma nourriture et ma boisson préférées

j'adore manger coréen depuis toujours et je pourrais ne boire que des bloody mary (ou de l'eau, c'est très bon l'eau)

mes noms favoris

si seulement on ne m'avait pas volé mon téléphone avec ma fameuse liste de prénoms préférés parmi toutes mes listes... mais pour en donner un je vais dire anouck. je trouve ça classe.

ce que je déteste par-dessus tout

le capitalisme

le don de la nature que je voudrais avoir

là comme ça j'aimerais bien pouvoir voler ça m'éviterait de prendre le métro et tout ce que ça implique

comment j'aimerais mourir

version suicide: me balancer d'une falaise

version tout va bien dans ma vie: dans mon sommeil comme ça c'est tranquille je le vois pas venir, classique, pas de regret, tout est bien qui finit bien

mon état d'esprit actuel

frustrée, énervée, triste, j'aime pas cette journée alors je me suis dit que j'allais enfin répondre à ce questionnaire pour m'occuper l'esprit mais deux de mes caractéristiques premières étant l'indécision et l'incapacité à savoir quelles sont mes choses préférées c'est compliqué donc je suis d'autant plus frustrée!!!! mais j'arrive au bout donc je suis quand même contente...

les fautes qui m'inspirent le plus d'indulgence

franchement j'en ai aucune idée, je crois que je suis très indulgente en général avec les fautes des autres sauf si c'est des pures merdes

ma devise favorite

le seul moyen de se délivrer d'une tentation c'est d'y céder il avait bien raison celui là si vous voulez mon avis

voilà fini!! et je tague personne car il faut être motivé pour y répondre mais si quelqu'un a envie go car c'était quand même sympa à faire alors merci @wonderbandersnatch <3

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