#french sisters

[chiliger]

It’s a sibling’s job to kickstart that existential crises young.

[secretmellowblog]

One super funny thing about the French Rev (that Victor Hugo even references in Les Mis) is the way it altered naming conventions, resulting in tons of WILD amazing ridiculous names!

Basically what happened was— during the French Rev the laws around registering names were relaxed, so people started giving extremely revolutionary names to themselves and their babies.

Sadly Napoleon’s government later cracked down on this. When Napoleon came into power he passed a restrictive law mandating that people had to choose among a list of “normal” names, banning the weird revolution ones, because he was a spineless coward afraid of the power these names had. The restrictive naming laws weren’t repealed until late in the 20th century.

But anyway here are some of my favorite French Rev baby names (taken from this list):

Mort Aux Aristocrates -“Death to Aristocrats”

Amour Sacré de la Patrie l’an Trois -“Sacred Love of the Fatherland Year III”

Lagrenade —“The Grenade”

Droit de l’Homme Tricolor “Right of Man Tricolor”

Égalité — “Equality”

Régénérée Vigueur— “Regenerated Strength”

Marat, ami du peuple -“Marat, friend of the people”

Marat, défenseur de la Patrie—“Marat, defender of the Fatherland”

La Loi-“The Law”

Philippe Thomas Ve de bon coeur pour la République — “Philippe Thomas ‘Go with a good heart for the Republic’”

Raison —“Reason”

Simon Liberté ou la Mort —“Simon “Freedom or Death””

Citoyen Français—“French Citizen”

Sans Crainte— “Without Fear”

Unitée Impérissable— “Imperishable Unity”

Victoire Fédérative— “Federal Victory”

Vengeur Constant —“Constant Avenger”

[a-happy-beginning]

Care to dance?

—Rumplestiltskin, Once Upon a Time, “A Tale of Two Sisters”

[ldr-is-my-life]

The Virgin Suicides🎀

[rondo-grazioso]

I cant read about set theory without being reminded of this incident

[catwyk]

some recent wips :]!! i am so sorry for no art lately, i recently moved out (to a whole new country!!!!) and have been. pretty busy!! for you today i have em + baby mal (link to the finished version!!), greve, and two carpfaulks because i miss them so much

[videoreligion]

Alucarda (1977)

[kitsune-kaos]

[bugsoda]

i dig dig dig i lie in the dirt oh so cozy. oh it is like 5 blankets this is beautiful. there are worms here and also little bugs. hello

[frenchsis]

[starry-bi-sky]

Stillborn? No, still born au -- Dani Phantom! Clone girl herself. :]

She can't exist in this au. And it's not that I don't want to add her -- although I'll be blunt, I don't, I'll be the first to admit that I think she's more often than not nothing more than a narrative deadweight used to prop up Danny and I don't like adding characters as props -- but her existence quite literally goes against and muddies the Vlad and Danny dynamic I have for this au. Ellie's existence in canon itself states that she was created -- and Danny's other clones too -- because Vlad gave up on trying to convert him to his side and decided to just make a son instead.

Something that just, doesn't happen in the stillborn-still born au. See, for folks who are only just hearing about this au or didn't see my post about Vlad in this au, he and Danny have a complicated love-hate relationship where they mutually want to adopt each other, but their morals and way of doing things -- mainly Vlad's insistence on getting revenge against the Fentons -- gets in the way of them being able to do that in full.

Vlad knows Danny wants him to adopt him, and is only fighting him on it because he refuses to let Vlad kill the Fentons for essentially killing the both of them. He's succeed in 50% of his goal. Canon Vlad never even made it to 1%. With that in mind, stillborn Vlad has no reason and sees no reason to clone Danny, he has his son. He just needs to convince him to let him avenge them both.

Dani simply has no place in the stillborn-still born au. And in fact, if Vlad did decide to clone Danny -- for whatever reason, -- it would damage his relationship with Danny damn near beyond repair. That's because Danny would view it the same way he views Damian's existence; as a replacement for himself. He would become beyond furious and hurt, and not for the typical 'I can't believe you cloned me, you creep!' reason, but for a 'I can't believe you cloned me, you said I was your son!' reason.

I am not pulling any punches here when I say Danny wants Vlad to be his dad just as much as Vlad wants Danny to be his son, there's just a lot of factors getting in the way. They are, as the french say, ✨mentally unwell.✨ Danny has a ton of abandonment and trust issues due to his experiences in foster care. He would immediately become jealous, insecure, and incredibly furious and hurt. He'd despise her on principal and want nothing to do with her, or Vlad for that matter. He'd just fucking haaate her. It's not her fault she was made but Danny doesn't really care, he's lashing out and pushing people away because he's been betrayed yet again.

The only way they could get along or for Danny to actually like her in any capacity would be if it was his idea to clone himself. Which is like, kinda obvious but considering most clone plots tend to be non-consensual it's kinda gotta be said. He has to have a hand in creating her, that's the only way I can see him liking her in any way. Or if someone other than Vlad created her. If Vlad clones him though, all bets are off the table and he'll despise her.

TL;DR: Dani can't exist in this au because she goes against the narrative I've got for the two most fucked up half-dead could-be-father-son duo in existence, but if she did exist Danny would despise her.

[vlepkaaday]

Uuuch another quick one with just flat colours and a bit of light. But I really like this one :D

I wanted to do an Ork but realised its the Sisters week so did Sister of Battle instead:) Here’s a beautiful Imperial Propaganda for their finest Holy Wine

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[sage-nebula]

It happened, as things so often did, like a bolt from the blue on one of Pacifica's rare days off from work at the diner.

It was the height of summer and so hellaciously hot, even for—no, especially for Oregon. Having lost access to the private pools and yachts after her father's investments into Cipher capital during Weirdmageddon four years prior, Pacifica found herself at the Gravity Falls community pool, lounging on a pool chair after layering SPF 50 on her skin, and silently telling herself over and over that it was always morally correct to block her parents' numbers on her days off, and that her father probably hadn't yet found where Pacifica's pet rescue opposum, Susanna, had hidden the bell yet, so there was no need to worry.

(Pacifica had rescued Susanna from the diner kitchen two summers ago, when she was fourteen. Susanna was technically a male oppossum, but something about him reminded Pacifica of Lazy Susan, so Susanna he was.)

But it was at that moment that deep laughter followed by a higher pitched "shut up!" and even more laughter from both voices broke through Pacifica's inner mantras. She opened her eyes to see that both of the Pines twins, having once again made their yearly visit to Gravity Falls, had also chosen to visit the pool that day.

Pacifica swallowed hard.

For all that she had tried to deny it even to herself in her tween and early teen years, by now Pacifica had long since accepted that she found Dipper Pines attractive. It was impossible not to, with the way he came back taller each summer, his shoulders increasingly more broad as he grew into the physique promised by his great uncles (or his Great Uncle Ford, anyway), a little stubble that he "forgot" to shave always left around his chin, and his sideburns. Oh, his sideburns. Pacifica hated how much she loved Dipper's sideburns. It was beyond cringe, and the only other living soul who would ever know about her crush was Susanna, but Pacifica Northwest did indeed have a crush on Dipper Pines. She knew, and accepted, this about herself.

But then, on that hellaciously hot summer day at the community pool, Mabel Pines took her sweater off right in front of Pacifica's eyes.

Mabel pulled her sweater up over her head, and it was as if time slowed down. Mabel's arms were just as toned and strong (if not maybe a little more toned, the way the sunlight hit her muscles) than Dipper's. She had been wearing a bikini under her sweater—a pink one decorated with stars that fit her perfectly—and her thousand watt smile revealed she'd finally gotten her braces off to reveal a set of dazzling teeth. And when she tugged her hair free from her ponytail, it swished around her in a cascade of long, brown waves.

Dipper had thrown his tanktop onto a pool chair, and Mabel followed suit, throwing her sweater and hair tie on top of Dipper's shirt. But as Dipper was in the middle of saying something (they were too far for Pacifica to hear clearly), Mabel whipped back around with devilish speed and shoved him straight in the pool.

Mabel laughed uproariously as Dipper came back up for air, sputtering water and shaking his sopping bangs from his eyes. But he was only off guard for a second, and Mabel's mirth kept her off hers for longer. Dipper grinned wickedly and snapped his fingers around Mabel's wrist, yanking her in headfirst after him. Just as Dipper had before her, Mabel resurfaced immediately, though she had to use both hands to shove her curtains of damp hair out of her face. But her smile was just as impish as Dipper's own, and within seconds they were splashing each other, shrieking and laughing as they caused the biggest ruckus the pool had seen all day.

And as she watched them play, the water making their skin glisten and their smiles making their eyes sparkle, Pacifica felt a swarm of butterflies in her gut and a flash of heat in her face that had nothing at all to do with the summer sun above. She curled in on herself in her pool chair, and tugged her sun hat down over her face.

"Oh no."

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic July 17 - prompt 17: Slice of Life [word count 614]

For once, the house was silent in the early hours of the morning. Remus sighed contentedly, as Sirius passed a hand in his hair, pulling the blanket almost over their heads against the sun rising outside and the birds singing.

“I think they’re finally sleeping in a bit,” Remus smiled.

“It’s about time,” Sirius chuckled. “We haven’t had a lie-in in five years I think.”

“We need to have a look at everything for Anwell’s birthday party today,” Remus yawned. “You know Mary and Harry both asked to help set up.”

“No no no no,” Sirius’s arms closed around him. “That’s after-breakfast talk, Moony. None of that now.”

“Alright. What do you want to talk about?” Remus’s fingers were playing with a strand of Sirius’s hair.

“Who said we need to talk?”

The kiss was slow, and Remus felt Sirius smile in it.

“After all those years I never thought I could still be this happy,” he sighed.

“You deserve it,” Remus pulled him closer. “We all do.”

They were still smiling between kisses when a noise down the corridor made Remus turn his head.

“I think someone woke up,” he said, propping himself up in bed.

“Are those cries?” Sirius sat up by his side.

But the house was silent again, and they stayed still for a moment, each trying to hear more, until the bedroom door was pushed open, revealing a little boy of almost five, his face scrunched up in worry, holding at the best of his short arms’ ability a baby silently sobbing.

“Anwell!” Remus exclaimed. “What happened?”

“I think Estelle had a nightmare,” Anwell said. “I tried to tell her a story but I think she needs Papa.”

Sirius had already jumped out of bed, kneeling by their son’s side.

“It’s alright, give her to me,” he carefully took the baby in his arms. “It’s alright, ma petite étoile, Papa’s here. You’re alright. No one’s going to hurt you.”

Remus’s heart ached as he saw the tiny hands close on Sirius’s pyjamas. They had adopted Anwell as a newborn when he had been abandoned at St Mungo’s but Estelle had been three months old when Mary had called them to ask if they would be ready to grow their family and especially to adopt a little girl who had been taken away from an abusive family. They had both ran to St Mungo’s immediately, finding Mary with a traumatised baby in her arms, unable to calm her down. The second Sirius had taken her in his arms, she had nestled against his chest and stopped crying. And months later, it was still the same. She was a very happy baby, at ease with both her dads and her big brother, but she still woke up crying at night and in those occasions only Sirius was able to calm her down. Once, when she had fallen back asleep, Sirius had joked that she might recognise in him someone who had survived a horrible family, and Remus had ended up holding a crying Sirius in his arms.

“Why didn’t you call us?” he asked Anwell now.

“Yesterday you said you were tired, Daddy,” Anwell said. “I wanted you to sleep.”

Remus felt his heart swell and he extended his arm towards his son.

“Come here, fy nghariad,” he smiled.

The little boy almost ran up to him, climbing on the bed and settling by his side. Sirius sat back down on the bed as well, delicately wiping away the tears from Estelle’s little face as the baby tried to catch his finger in her tiny hands. He smiled at Remus.

“You’re right,” he said softly. “We deserve to be this happy.”

[captain-danwilds]

Looked up nicknames for Elodie and one of the suggestions I loved was Lolo. The obvious ones Ellie, Elle, Lee, Dee were also mentioned, but I love the mental image of little 4-year-old Jean calling his new baby sister Lolo and it sticking. They grow together and he becomes so much more than just her older brother. He's her parent, protector, and biggest supporter all rolled into one. Is it really a surprise she stops responding to anything but her full name when he's sent to Evermore?