#pas juste un chat

[luma-az]

Flirt

Défi d’écriture 30 jours pour écrire, 6 août 

Thème : papillon/chat GPT

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« C’est l’ef-fet pa-pi-llon… »

La radio passe une chanson de Benabar. C’est un chanteur que j’aime bien. Je vais le prendre pour un bon signe. J’ai besoin de toute l’aide disponible : si les dieux, les anges gardiens ou tout le folklore qui peuple les cieux décident de se mettre de mon coté, ça me va.

Je reste concentré sur mon message. Il doit être parfait. Et je sais que je suis particulièrement nul à ça. Donc j’ai fait appel à une autre aide, plus concrète. Non, pas un ami, ou plutôt un ami dans le même style que quand on dit que Google est ton ami. J’ai ouvert Chat GPT. Et je viens de passer une demi-heure à lui expliquer la situation.

« Petites causes, grandes conséquences… »

C’est que le cas est grave, et compliqué. Ma relation avec Milène pourrait être le centre de ma vie, le point culminant de mon existence. Si cette relation existait. Ce qui est délicat. Pour tout un tas de raisons que j’ai eu bien du mal à faire comprendre à l’IA. Mais ça y est, il a l’air d’avoir saisi l’enjeu. Il me dit :

Vous voulez formuler votre message de manière romantique, sans sous-entendu qui serait mal interprété. Ai-je bien compris votre requête ?

C’est le mieux que je puisse obtenir, alors je réponds oui et je lui envoie le premier jet de mon message. Quelque chose de très simple : quelques compliments et une demande pleine d’espoir de faire davantage connaissance. Il me faut simplement un petit coup de pouce pour lui donner un peu plus d’allure. Me démarquer du lot.

Chat GPT réfléchit.

« Pourtant joli comme expression… »

Il répond, et sa formulation est parfaite. Exactement ce que je voulais ! Comme si un condensé de tous les écrivains romantiques des deux derniers siècles s’était penché sur mon cas ! Non, il ne faut pas prendre le temps de réfléchir, ni d’hésiter, sinon je ne le ferai jamais : j’envoie !

« Petites causes… dégâts immenses. »

Sa réponse est immédiate. Parfaite. Elégante. Fleurie. Charmante.

Et je n’ai aucune idée de si elle dit oui ou non.

Je regarde Chat GPT sur mon écran.

Il connaitra la solution à ce problème, non ?

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[z0uz]

feeling like a main character today*

*wearing my favorite clothes, wandering in bookshops with boba in one hand and flowers that i just bought for myself in the other

[snowfea]

Tout plaquer et devenir un ver de terre en Auvergne

[chaotictomtom]

vas y j'essaye de rester positif mais comment c'est duuuuur purée.

[mrsspringerslover]

"YOU LIKE MY VOICE? IT TURN YOU ON"

Aran x hyper!reader

Warning: sex (obviously), bathroom sex, rough, spanking(light), slight!bratty!reader, not short reader(tall queens out here), not really a plot, (semi)public. Black!reader

Synopsis: teasing aran in a custom made jersey costume and he pulls you in the bathroom

Halloween was the best time of year for all these cute couples costumes, and it's an excuse to wear something provocative without getting judge. Which brings us to now, you've been planning this for two months now. Aran was doing so well with his basketball career that you thought about making something special for him.

"Hey bae so- uh there's this party coming up for halloween, can we pleasepleaseplease go?!" You really hoped he says yes because there hasn't been anything to do lately, "i don't know ma. I don't wanna go, but you can." You were about to cheer until you realized what he said. " 'Dont wanna go by myself pa i want you to go with me!" Aran was so laid back and hated being around anybody but his friends and family so when he says no he means it. "What i say mama? No stop asking." "Please ill do anything you want!! His eyebrows went up at that,

"Anything?"

When he agreed to go with you he didn't expect you to pick his costume either, although he didn't care. "Aran i got your costume!" When he turned around he didn't expect it to be his basketball jersey and shorts, "mama what the hell is this, and how you even get that it was in my locker." " This is your costume!" He didn't think you were serious. "Just wear it bae, you gon understand once you see mine," you whine and jumped around. He narrowed his eyes at you, "stop allat whining, y'know i hate that shit."

You walked in the closet when he went on his phone, and quickly changed into your costume. "Look aran look look!!" He looked up and his eyes got wider he had a smug grin on his face too, "you love daddy so much you got my name on your back huh?" He loved it, he loved you! " Yes daddy now get dressed so we can go!"

You arrived at the party and saw all your friends and you ran off with sasha, "wassup girl how are you damn bitch you look fine asf," you went to the kitchen and grabbed a red cup with liquor, "girl i got this custom made you like it?" " Hell yeah i need to do that with connie shiiii!" You were chatting with sasha and mikasa till all of a sudden you see a girl walk up to yo man all smiles and shit, "girl we finna go smoke you tryna- why you doing that face girl?" Mikasa said and that was till she followed your eyes and saw this girl talking to aran aka your boo.

What the fuck? Did she not see you two walk in together? She must be crazy.

"Girls hold up ill be right back this bitch got me fucked up." The girl were looking like damn she bout to get beat up. "Excuse me your in my way," the random girl looked back and looked you up and down, "girl can i help you?" She had the audacity to turn her lip up at you," yes actually like i said your in my way bitch." And when she didn't budge you shoved her out of the way and sat on aran's lap.

You saw her stumble in her heels you were satisfied. "Ma why you push her and on top of allat you cussing now? Uh un lets go," he abruptly stood up and grabbed you by the arm and took you to the bathroom. Once you got in the bathroom you could hear muffled music, "you cussing now?" "sorry pa didn't mean to i swear-" "aht i dont wanna hear nun of it strip and bend over," you hurried and did what he said so the situation didn't get worse. " You know the drill, don't you?" You were scared for your life, "n-no running, no pushing, and d-dont cum without permission."

"Mmph! M'sorry papa didn't mean to say it!" He smacked your ass cause now you were lying, "yes you did. You think ian hear you cussing with yall lil friends over there huh? Lie. Again." He pushed into you harder. I guess this is what you get because now this man is slutting you out, bent over his friend's sink. Please's and sorry's flew out of your mouth while he was deep in your guts, "oh my- too much too much! Daddy please can i cum!?" You heard one word that made your face drain of any color.

"No"

So you were forced to lay on the sink and take any punishment handed to you, while your knees buckled beneath you. "Mmm feels good ma?" He was taunting you now and you could hear it in his snarky voice, "too much- slow down please i said sorry daddy!" He heard you whimpering while your legs started to shake, he was about to say slow down and let you cum until you put your small weak hands on his lower stomach, "put your fucking hands down, what i say huh?" "Running or pushing but-" "nope this what happens when you dont listen pretty girl." "So so sorry daddy pleasepleaseplease gotta cum" now after countless minutes of begging after 45 minutes he finally gave in after seeing your tears stream down you pretty face, "go ahead pretty" you both came together and when he pulled out you fell to your knees with an exaggerated sigh from exhaustion.

Aran whipped you down and put your clothes back on and carried you out the bathroom and to the car, "you okay baby?" After fucking you up he had the audacity to ask if you were okay good. "Yess can we go home? 'm tired." He looked over and smirked, "yeah lets go home pretty"

AHH SO DOWN BAD FOR THIS MAN RIGHT HERE BABY

This for you mama @dilfl0v3rss

Also for people wondering this was one of the answers for the poll i did. tell me if you like. ony x connie x reader is next yall🌚🌚🤭🖤

[judes-hoe]

Kylian Mbappe taking her to his home in Monaco and fucking her over the balcony.

Need him to take me to his home in Monaco😔

You and Kylian have been dating for a few months and he’s finally decided to take you to his home in Monaco, also as a little 8 month anniversary. He took you out to a nice dinner, then taking you to his home in Monaco. It was like a penthouse, taking an elevator up to the 8th floor. In the elevator you were both kinda being handsy, when the elevator opened he walked over to the door and unlocked it and dragged you in. He closes the door behind you and starts kissing you, by now you’ve lost your dress and he’s lost his shirt and pants. He brings you near the sliding door that opens up to his balcony. He looks at you with a smirk and you think about it before smiling and nodding. He says in your ear as he bends you over the balcony ‘tu vas être une fille bien pour moi et me taire, pour que tout Monaco ne t'entende pas’(you're going to be a good girl for me and keep quiet, so that all of Monaco doesn't hear you). That turns you on so much and you tell him you’ll be a good girl for him. He puts his cock in you slowly and before you could even let out a moan his wrapping his hand around your mouth cause he knows you won’t be able to stay quiet. And since you can’t make sound all you can do is roll you eyes back, Kylian is fucking you hard that you think Monaco can hear both of your skin slapping together. You’d also probably cum quick cause the thought of someone in the street seeing you, turned you on a lot. So you’d get in your knees and give him a blow job and he cums in your mouth. But your night definitely didn’t end there, you both went back inside to continue.

Please request🫶🏻 inbox is open always even if it’s just to chat😁

[lovelyleclercs]

Weekends Away- CL16

Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader

-> Juliette spends the weekend at grandma’s for the first time, leaving you and charles alone to catch up and reminisce.

request:

hey can i have promt #66 with Charles Leclerc please?

#66- “i’ve missed this”

can i have the plot around where charles and reader give their child to charles’/reader’s parents and they have a weekend just together e.g watching movies, going out on dates, hours of chatting and asking each other questions about future plans/ future kids/ careers ect, just spending time with each other really.

just a really fluffy story.

ps. love your work so much 🫶

warnings: google translated french

word count: 2717

a/n: I had so much fun writing this, this is part of the missing home universe!!<3

After three years and two months of spending every day and every night with your little girl, the day had finally come where she had decided she wanted to stay at her grandmother's house. 

After three years and two months of spending every day and every night with your little girl, the day had finally come where she had decided she wanted to stay at her grandmother's house. 

The idea had come spontaneously, you, Charles and little Juliette had gone to Pascale’s house for dinner like you always did on Friday nights when there wasn’t a race. 

Charles’ older brother, Lorenzo had also come over that night, bringing his wife and his two year old daughter, Olivia along for the occasion. 

This weekend in particular, Lorenzo and his wife were dropping Olivia off for the next three days as they were headed out of town for a couple of days for a friend's wedding. Juliette had caught onto the idea of what a sleepover meant that night- though she had never seemed intrigued by them at all in times past. The moment she realized that her baby cousin would be staying at grandma’s house for the whole weekend, Juliette’s eyes lit up. 

The moment you saw Juliette run over to you and Charles with that look on her face, you instantly knew she wanted something. You pulled your hand out of your boyfriend’s grip and held both of your arms out for the little girl, lifting her up into your lap when she finally wrapped her small arms around you. 

“Maman, puis-je avoir une soirée pyjama avec grand-mère et Olivia?" (mama, can I have a sleepover with grandma and olivia?)

You looked at the little girl in your lap, watching as her face grew brighter while asking her question. “Je ne sais pas, ma chérie…" (I don’t know, sweetie…) you said with a sigh, tucking a piece of her curly chocolate brown hair behind her ear. The idea of being away from Juliette for 48 hours scared you, even though she would be in great care. 

Ever since Juliette was born, you had made a promise to yourself and to Juliette that you would be there for her 24/7. With Charles being gone so often with racing, you wanted Juliette to have some sort of consistency in her life. 

Although at times this proved to be mentally, emotionally, and physically draining, you had lived up to your promise. Everywhere you went, she went. The grocery store, races, even a simple walk through the streets of Monaco. That exact promise was the reason you hadn’t attended a race for 2 and half years up until last season.

“s'il vous plaît, maman!!” (please, mama!) Juliette said with almost a whining tone, proving just how badly she wanted to spend the weekend with her baby cousin and her grandma. 

You smiled faintly and kissed Juliette’s cheek gently. “Alright, I suppose that’s ok” you said, knowing that Charles had been encouraging this for the past year so consulting him wouldn’t be necessary. 

“Merci, maman!!” Juliette said before kissing your cheek and sliding off of your lap, running back over to Olivia. 

As you watched Juliette run out of arm's reach, you got up out of your chair at the table and smiled slightly. “I’ll be back” you announced to everyone before turning on your heels and making your way towards the other side of Pascale’s home. You opened the balcony doors and slipped out onto the small patio space before closing the doors behind you, ensuring yourself some privacy. 

As you looked over the city of Monaco, you couldn’t help but wonder how this weekend was going to go. You were going to miss Juliette dearly- there was no doubt about it- but would she miss you? Would she even think of you? What if she missed you too much that she ended up crying for you at night? Was this the right decision? 

Your mind continued to race as it always did whenever you were face to face with any kind of parenting issue. 

Had Charles not put his hands on your waist, you wouldn’t have even known he was there, too zoned out to acknowledge the presence of anyone else. 

“Cherie, is everything ok?” he asked, placing a gentle kiss to your shoulder as he rubbed up and down both of your arms gently. 

You sighed and leaned back into his chest, continuing to look out over the city of Monaco. “Just nervous for this weekend I guess. I’ve spent every day and every night of her life with her and the idea of spending 48 hours without her running around or asking for something every five minutes scares me.. I just hope I did the right thing, you know?” 

Charles turned you around, allowing you to face him as he placed a gentle kiss on your lips. “You absolutely did the right thing, mon amour. You waited for Juliette to decide she was ready for a sleepover, you didn’t force it on her, nor did you ask her if she was interested. She made the decision all on her own, with your approval of course. She’s lucky to have a mother like you.”

You sighed and looked into Charles' eyes, nodding gently. “It’s just so.. Strange. I love watching her grow up and being completely fearless, but I also feel like as she grows up, she needs me less and less you know? It’s just going to be hard this weekend without her…”

Charles nodded, taking in everything you said before wrapping his arms around you. “I know, my love. The house will be quiet without her, but it’ll give us some alone time together.. We haven’t had that in months, you know” 

“You don’t have any work to do this weekend?” 

Charles shook his head, pulling you into a kiss. “I did all of my meetings last night, I'm all yours this weekend, mon amour. We can watch movies, eat pizza, drink wine.. Maybe even try for that second mini leclerc we talked about at the gala a couple of months ago…” he said with a smirk, wiggling his eyebrows. 

You laughed and rolled your eyes before pulling him into a tight hug. “It’s getting late, we should probably say our goodbyes to Juliette now…”

Charles nodded, grabbing your hand as he opened the balcony door, stepping back into the house that had been just slightly warmer than the outside temperatures. “Jules, Maman et papa doivent y aller” (jules, mom and dad have to get going) Charles said, walking over to Juliette before kneeling down in front of her. “Se comporter pour grand-mere” (behave for grandma) 

Juliette frowned, looking up at both you and Charles. "Où allez-vous?" (where are you going?) she asked, almost as though she was confused. Maybe she hadn’t really understood the concept of a sleepover. 

“Home, sweetie. You’re spending the weekend with grandma, remember?” Charles said, pulling the confused girl into a tight hug. 

Juliette nodded, her tiny arms hugging Charles tight. She still didn’t really have any idea what was happening, but she knew that she wanted to get back to playing with olivia. “Au revoir, papa” she said before breaking the hug with Charles and turning to hug you. “Au revoir, maman” 

You smiled sadly and placed a kiss on your daughter's forehead before she managed to slip away, running back over to Olivia without any second thoughts. 

Charles stood up and held his hand out to you, interlocking your fingers once you had accepted his hand. “Let's get going, my love. The pizza is out for delivery, we don’t want to miss it”

With a quick goodbye and a call if you need anything to Pascale, you and Charles were out the door, leaving your daughter behind. 

The car ride home was silent, both you and Charles being deep in thought as the car maneuvered its way through the streets of Monaco. Though Charles didn’t admit it, he was starting to have second thoughts about letting Juliette stay away for two nights in a row. 

When he pulled into the driveway and parked the car, Charles turned in his seat to look at you. “Not having her in the backseat made the ride home so quiet…”

You nodded, looking over at him. “Yeah, I know. We didn’t have to listen to baby shark..”

Charles sighed and squeezed your hand “I know this is all new to us, but we will get through it. The pizza should be here soon, we can go inside, eat pizza, drink wine, watch one of our favorite movies and just.. Talk”

You smiled a little and nodded before leaning over to kiss him gently. “That sounds amazing, the last one inside is a rotten egg” you said with a smirk before getting out of the car quickly and running towards the front door. 

Charles laughed and got out too, chasing after you in attempts to beat you inside, despite your head start. 

When you had finally gotten inside, Charles bolted in closely behind you, throwing his arms around you as he caught his breath. 

You laughed and placed your hands on his arms, also trying to catch your breath. “I win! What do I get for winning?” 

Charles laughed and kissed your cheek, letting you go from his embrace. “Hmmm… I suppose you can pick the movie, as long as it’s not the notebook. I’ve been forced to watch that movie far too much” 

“Hey! It’s a good movie!”

Charles laughed and walked over to the couch, flopping down on it as he tossed you the remote. “I never said it wasn’t a good movie, it’s just overplayed in this household. 

“Fair enough” you said as you sat down beside him and began scrolling through the list of movies the two of you had created years back.

Movies, wine, and pizza had been a tradition the two of you started when you had first met nearly 8 years ago now. It had become a staple in your relationship, being what you always did together for every anniversary, birthday, or even after any sort of fight- the whole event had always made the two of you look back and reminisce on when you had first fallen in love all of those years ago. 

When the doorbell rang, indicating that the pizza had arrived, Charles got himself off of the couch, heading to the door to greet the pizza man while you continued to scroll through movies. 

By the time charles had returned back to the couch with a pizza box, a bottle of wine, and two wine glasses, you had finally settled on a movie.

“10 things I hate about you? The movie we watched on our first date?” Charles asked with a smile, sitting down beside you as he placed a piece of pizza onto his plate.

You smiled and poured the glasses of wine, nodding at Charles’ question. “I thought it would be nice. We haven’t watched it in ages” 

Charles smiled and kissed you gently, taking a glass of wine from you as he handed you a plate of pizza. “It’s perfect, mon amour.”

After pressing play on the remote, the two of you sat in silence, eating your pizza and occasionally laughing at something said in the movie, doing your best to soak in the limited alone time with each other you had been granted. 

When finished with your pizza, you cuddled up to Charles, wrapping your arms around his torso and resting your head on his shoulder. “Charles”

“Yeah?” he asked, rubbing your side gently as he took his attention off of the tv, looking down at you. 

“I’ve missed this” you whispered, feeling yourself getting emotional as you thought back to all of the time you and Charles used to spend together-back before he got into F1, back before you had Juliette, back before life wasn’t so busy all of the time. 

Charles placed his hand on your cheek and smiled gently “me too, my love. Me too.”

“I don’t think I ever realized how little time you and I spend together, the past three years have been such a routined lifestyle that I never realized how little time we spend alone together..”

Charles nodded, agreeing with everything you had just stated. “I know, that’s why I’ve been suggesting we let my mom take Juliette once in a while, it would be good for us, I miss you”

You smiled a little and snuggled back into his side, looking out the sliding glass doors that led to your balcony. “Do you really want another baby? I mean, do you think it’s what is best for us? Could we handle having two children and still be able to have time for each other?” 

Charles rubbed your back gently, taking a moment as if he was trying to think or put together a sentence in his head. “I want another child, yes. I’d have three more children if you offered it to me. I love watching you be a mom, i’d do it over and over again”

“But what about us? We finally got comfortable with letting Juliette stay the night away from home, a new baby brings us back to square one, no?”

Charles shook his head “not necessarily, no. Juliette is our first born, we were a bit more cautious with her as we were new parents. With a second child, we would be more comfortable bringing them to the race track or letting them go to grandmas- we know what to expect now, it makes it easier for us”

You nodded a little, thinking about Charles’ words for a moment. “You really think so?”

Charles nodded “I know so, mon amour.”

You smiled a little and rested your head on his shoulder again. “Ok”

“Speaking of taking kids to the track, I was thinking about something”

“Oh that’s never good, but what were you thinking?”

Charles laughed and looked down at you “I wanted to know if you and Juliette would attend more races this season…I absolutely adored having you two by my side in Abu dhabi.. I’d love for that to be a more common occurrence…”

You smiled up at your boyfriend and nodded. “Yes, of course. I already planned on it”

Charles smiled and held you close again, turning his attention back towards the TV screen to catch the end of the movie. 

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The next 48 hours had flown by. You and Charles had gone grocery shopping together, went out to eat a few times, and even managed to slip out onto the boat one day, despite the cloudy skies that had hovered above monaco. 

Juliette had called a few times, only to inform you of the new games her and Olivia had created throughout the day. 

By the time Sunday night rolled around, you and Charles had been more than ready to pick up your little girl. Although the two of you had enjoyed your time alone together, you missed the crazy little girl who was constantly keeping you on your toes. 

When Charles pulled into the driveway of his mothers house, you had quickly unbuckled and made your way up to the front door, Charles following close behind as you opened the door. 

When you opened the door, you stepped inside and grabbed Charles’ hand, making your way to the dining room where Pascale had informed you they would be.

You walked over to your daughter who had been oblivious to your presence, and kissed the top of her cheek gently.

When Juliette put her fork down and looked up to see who was the culprit behind the kiss, her face lit up. “Maman!!” she practically yelled, standing up in her seat as she wrapped her arms around your neck, giving you a tight hug. 

You smiled and hugged Juliette tightly, placing a kiss on her cheek as you did so. “I missed you so much, Jules. So so much”

Juliette giggled and moved on to hug Charles as well. “I missed you both!!”

“Did you have fun with grandma?” Charles asked, scooping Juliette up in his arms. 

Juliette nodded “and Olivia, too, but I missed you” she frowned. 

You wrapped your arms around Charles and Juliette, taking in the moment and enjoying the fact that you had both of your favorite people in your arms again. “Papa and I missed you, too, sweetie. So much” you whispered.

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[pompadourpink]

Les prépositions

A

À - to (je vais à la plage - I’m going to the beach), at (le chat est à la maison - the cat is at the house), indirect object/complément d’attribution (c’est au chat - it’s the cat's), adverbial phrase of way (une peinture à l’huile - an oil painting), adverbial locution introducer (à l’instant - just now), price indicator (le kilo de pommes est à deux euros), infinitive form introducer (c’est à prendre ou à laisser - take it or leave it), approximation introducer (c’est à dix minutes d’ici - it’s about ten min. away), against (dos à dos), after (pas à pas), until (aimer à la folie)

Après - after (je te rejoins après le travail - I’ll join you after work)

Avant - before (je me suis levée avant toi - I got up before you did)

Avec - with (je vis avec mes deux chats - I live with my two cats)

C

Chez - at X’s > person or brand of a shop (je suis chez mon père - I'm at dad's)

Concernant - regarding, about (concernant ton offre, je la refuse - about your offer, I'm refusing it)

Contre - against (je suis contre ta décision - I stand against your decision, le chat est assis contre le mur - the cat is sitting against the wall)

D

Dans - in (le chat est dans mon sac - the cat is in my bag)

D’après - according to (d’après Victor Hugo, Fantine est blonde)

De - of (au bout de la rue - at the end of the street)

Dedans - inside of it (le chat est dedans - the cat is inside of it)

Dehors - outside (le chat est dehors - the cat is outside)

Depuis - since (j'ai mon chat depuis que j'ai dix ans - I've had my cat since I was 10), from (tout était beau, depuis la décoration jusqu’aux couleurs - everything was lovely, from the decoration to the colours)

Derrière - behind (le chat est derrière toi - the cat is behind you)

Dès - as soon as (je te préviens dès que j’arrive - I’ll let you know as soon as I get there), immediately (si je pouvais, je partirais dès maintenant)

Dessous - under (la clé était dessous le lit - the key was under the bed)

Dessus - on (le chat est assis dessus - the cat is sitting on it),

Devant - in front of (j’attends devant la maison - I’m waiting in front of the house)

Durant - during (il est mort durant la famine - he died during the famine), for (elle a vécu là-bas durant des années - she lived there for years)

E

En - at (je suis nul en Français - I’m bad at French), material indicator (une table en bois - a wooden table), change indicator (il s’est transformé en papillon - it turned into a butterfly), division mood (couper en deux - cut in two pieces), during (en hiver, j’ai toujours un rhume - during the winter season, I always get a cold), gerundive element (elle tomba en criant - she fell, screaming), shape/appearance indicator (un arbre en fleurs - a blossoming tree)

Entre - between/out of (entre tous les garçons, Louis est le plus grand - out of all of the boys, Louis is the tallest)

Envers - towards/to (il est méchant envers elle - he’s mean to her)

Ès - in (licencié-e ès sciences - bachelor of sciences) - rare, uni titles

Excepté(e/s) - except (exceptée Louise, elles sont toutes arrivées)

H

Hormis - except (hormis Pierre, nous avons tous le permis - except from Pierre, we all have a driving license)

Hors - out of (il est hors de lui - he’s beside himself)

J

Jusque/jusqu’à (+ subjunctive) - until (il a miaulé jusqu'à ce que je le nourrisse - he meowed until I fed him)

M

Malgré - despite (il est venu malgré sa grippe - he came despite his flu)

Moyennant - in exchange for (moyennant un changement de ton, tu pourras rester - If you change your tone, you’ll be allowed to stay) - rare

N

Nonobstant - in spite of (”Charles Myriel, nonobstant ce mariage, avait, disait-on, beaucoup fait parler de lui” Les Misérables) - rare/old

O

Ôté - taken of from (6 ôté de 10 égale 4)

Outre - besides (outre mes deux cats, il n'y a personne chez moi - outside of my cats, there's no one at my house)

P

Par - by (la Joconde a été painte par Léonard de Vinci), direction indicator (il est parti par là - he went that way), with (je commence par une entrée - I start with an entree), per (j’en prends trois par jour - I take three per days)

Parmi - amongst (parmi mes chats, c'est le plus petit - he’s my smallest cat)

Passé - after/past (passé 2h, tout est fermé - past 2AM, everything is closed)

Pendant - during (je t’appellerai pendant ma pause - I’ll call you during my break)

Pour - for (je suis là pour toi - I’m here for you), to (je pars pour Paris - I’m heading to Paris), according to (pour moi, c'est une erreur - I think it's a mistake)

Près (de) - near (je suis près de Paris - I’m near Paris)

S

Sans - without (je suis sans voix - I am speechless)

Sauf - except (j’aime tout sauf la pluie - I like everything but rain)

Selon - according to (selon moi, tu as tort - in my opinion, you’re wrong)

Sous - under (le chat est sous la table - the cat is under the table)

Suivant - according to (suivant ce que j’ai entendu, il ne reviendra pas - according to what I’ve heard, he won’t come back)

Sur - on (le chat est sur la table - the cat is on the table), about (c’est un film sur la guerre - it’s a movie about the war), towards (regarde sur ta droite - look on your right), out of (deux fois sur trois il est en retard - two out of three times he's late)

V

Vers - towards (elle avance vers moi - she’s coming towards me), somewhere around (elle habite vers l’église - she lives near the church), about (Elle est rentrée vers minuit - she got home around midnight)

Voici - here is/are (voici mon chat - here’s my cat)

Voilà - there is/are (et voilà les miens - and there are mine), it’s been (voilà deux ans que je ne les avais pas vues - it had been two years since I last saw them)

Vu - given (vu la situation, c’est mieux comme ça - given the circumstances, that’s better that way) - casual

Movie: La Chinoise - Jean-Paul Godard, 1967

[concorp]

oh yeah i haven’t seen anyone mention it but aypierre may quit the purgatory event. here’s the text of the tweet since it’s one of those ridiculously long ones that doesn’t fit in a screenshot:

“En vrai plus les soirées passent plus je pense je vais arrêter QSMP le temps de l'event. C'est juste que de la frustration pure.

La difficulté deja mais en soit ca c'est le design de l'event donc c'est normal, mais le plus frustrant c'est que pour ceux qui sont là en debut d'event ca n'a absolument aucun intérêt de participer au coté compétitif.

Tu fais des kill pour prendre de l'avance => les autres team peuvent s'entretuer 50 fois 10 min avant la fin juste pour te faire descendre au classement.

Tu fais les quêtes globales => les autres teams ont juste a rendre les quêtes 10 min avant la fin pour avoir 90% des points car ca ne compte qu'a la fin.

Donc au final ca n'a aucun intérêt a participer je me sens 100% useless. Et aussi on est la team avec le moins d'audience / la plus petit commu donc on se fait trash h24 (je sais pas comment BBH fait pour jouer encore il a un mental bcp trop puissant) ce qui donne aucune envie de tenter quoique ce soit sur les règles ou autres (on l'a vu hier mdr).

C'est dommage parce que coté coding et réactivité les admins ils font un travail fabuleux. Et je trouve 0 plaisir a trainer tous les soirs 5h sur Minecraft sans rien faire a part discuter, c'est pas ma façon de jouer.”

translated:

“In reality, the more the evenings pass, the more I think I'm going to stop QSMP for the duration of the event. It's just pure frustration.

The difficulty already but in itself it's the design of the event so it's normal, but the most frustrating thing is that for those who are there at the start of the event there is absolutely no interest in participating in the event. competitive side.

You make kills to get ahead => the other teams can kill each other 50 times 10 minutes before the end just to bring you down in the rankings.

You do the global quests => the other teams just have to turn in the quests 10 minutes before the end to get 90% of the points because it only counts at the end.

So in the end there is no point in participating, I feel 100% useless. And also we are the team with the least audience / the smallest community so we are trashy 24/7 (I don't know how BBH manages to play yet he has a very powerful mentality) which gives no desire to try anything either on the rules or others (we saw it yesterday lol).

It's a shame because when it comes to coding and responsiveness, the admins do a fabulous job. And I find zero pleasure in hanging out on Minecraft for 5 hours every evening without doing anything except chatting, it's not my way of playing.”

[petite-madame]

Hey ! I have a little question : how do you start to draw ? I want to start but idk how-

And, for the digital art, what app to used for it ?

(I'm sorry for my bad english, it's not my first language, in fr :

Hey ! J'ai une petite question : comment on commence a dessiner ? J'aimerai commencer mais jsp comment-

Et, pour l'art digital/digital art, quel application utiliser ?)

Bonjour Anon ^^

Bonnes questions! 💗

On va y aller en français parce que, comme disait le Roi de France, "Car tel est notre plaisir" et puis parce que je l’ai déjà expliqué en anglais quelque part dans mon tag #arttechnique donc, pour une fois, la communication se fera en Langage de Grenouille. 🇫🇷

Pour commencer sache que tu as ouvert la boite de Pandore, la réponse va donc être longue. Alors, « comment on commence à dessiner ? ».

1 - Papier/Crayon. C’est loin d’être une plaisanterie, on commence avec un papier et un crayon. Pas besoin d'avoir du matériel sophistiqué et onéreux, j'ai commencé avec le crayon et le carnet à la con de chez Carrefour. De plus, quand tu vois ce que fait Alan Lee avec juste le dit crayon, tu n'as pas besoin de plus. C'est vraiment très bien pour s'exercer/démarrer. Après, si tu veux commencer directement en digital, tu peux le faire bien évidemment soit avec un iPad soit avec un ordinateur et une palette graphique mais très honnêtement, le papier/crayon offre une bonne base

2 - S'y mettre. Ça peut paraitre con comme conseil mais c'est comme à la piscine il va bien falloir rentrer dans l'eau, ne serait-ce que dans le petit bain. C'est bien beau d'avoir du matériel et de se répéter qu'on "va s'y mettre un jour" mais si on repousse l'échéance, ça ne va pas marcher. Il faut se convaincre que Rome ne s'est pas fait en un jour et qu'au début, ça va être tordu et que tu vas dessiner n’importe quoi. La procrastination au nom du perfectionnisme est un mal réel mais arriver à l'occulter est un belle victoire.

Pour ce faire, on commence doucement par gribouiller des choses qu'on aime. Conseil qui sonne sans doute comme une lapalissade absolue mais au début, je dis bien au début, on peut rester dans sa petite zone de confort pour booster la motivation. Tu aimes les chats ? Dessine un chat. Tu aimes les fleurs ? Dessine une pivoine. Tu aimes le ballet ET Emmanuel Macron ? Bref, tu sais ce qu'il te reste à faire (on ne kink shame pas, je suis sure qu’il y a des amateurs quelques part). Cependant, petit à petit, il va falloir prendre plus de risques et se forcer un peu à dessiner des choses qu'on n'aime moins pour progresser mais au commencement, il n'y a pas de mal à gribouiller Les Chevaliers du Zodiac, n'importe comment.

Le Chevalier du Poisson après s’être pris un mur. J'avais 8 ans ok ?

Bon, je mets un « cut » parce que ça ne va pas être gérable.

3 - Suivre des tutos et ne pas avoir peur de l'aspect technique surtout quand on commence à aborder l'anatomie et la perspective. Et c'est là, qu'il va falloir sortir un peu de sa zone de confort pour faire des exercices pour pratiquer les ombres et lumières, la perspective, comprendre les points de fuites, les poses dynamiques. Il y a plein de tutoriels sur YouTube, tu as aussi des bouquins mais je pense qu'une vidéo est plus parlante. C'est vraiment TRÈS utile. Tu as des vidéos comme "apprendre à dessiner" ou "perspective pour débutant", "la théorie des couleurs pour les nuls", etc...C'est là que tu vas voir que pour dessiner un chat, un visage, un bateau il y a des règles pour simplifier une forme, un visage, un corps. Alors oui, c'est chiant de dessiner 12 fois la même main ou la même sphère éclairée différemment mais ça sert. Bref, commencer à dessiner, ça va être commencer à comprendre comment transposer la réalité en « 3D » vers un support « 2D », la feuille ou le canevas Photoshop, peindre ce que l’on voit et non pas ce que l’on croit voir, décomposer les formes, comprendre les couleurs. Une fois encore, ça va prendre du temps, mais ça viendra.

Pareil pour les applis de dessin que tu vas utiliser si tu commences en digital. Si tu ne sais pas faire quelque chose, va suivre des tutos sur Youtube. Il y a aussi des reels sur Instagram qui ne sont pas mal du tout car ils montrent des "trucs" comme des raccourcis clavier ou des façons de modifier les pinceaux (brushes) de Photoshop ou Clip Studio Paint.

4 - S'exercer par gribouiller tout et n'importe quoi, faire des croquis de...cafetière, bouquin, chaussures, prise électrique, la petite cousine, le gros voisin, la dame du pressing. 1) c'est marrant et 2) les défis techniques ne sont pas toujours là où on le croit 3) ces exercices permettent de comprendre ce dont je te parlais plus haut s’agissant de la décomposition des formes ainsi que de la façon dont la lumière frappe les objets.

5 - Utiliser des références. Je ne le dirais jamais assez, utiliser des références n’est pas tricher ! Des illustrateurs confirmés comme Alex Ross ont un studio où ils prennent des photos de leurs assistants, leurs amis, eux-mêmes, pour avoir une base de travail. Si tu veux dessiner un bateaux pirate, va chercher une photo de bateau pirate sur Internet. On n’est pas « un vrai artiste » parce qu’on dessine de tête ou sans gommer. 🙃

6 - Travailler régulièrement pour progresser. Je sais c'est dur de trouver du temps avec le lycée, la fac, le boulot, les transports, la vie de famille, etc...mais le mieux est d'arriver à dessiner un peu régulièrement, ça sera plus efficace que deux heures toutes les deux semaines. Les cours de géo sur les bassins sédimentaires sont faits pour ça. J'AI RIEN DIT.

7 - Ne pas se décourager. Je me répète mais les artistes étant leurs pires critiques, le chemin vers la satisfaction va être long. Tu vas commencer par copier tes artistes préférés et ta tête va exploser car un jour tes dessins vont ressembler à Mucha et le lendemain ça sera à One Piece et le jour suivant Moebius ou un web-comic coréen. C'est encore plus dur pour les artistes débutants aujourd'hui car ils sont confrontés, Tiktok après Tiktok, tableau Pinterest après tableau Pinterest, à un déluge constant d'influences, à une stimulation artistique telle qu'elle en devient inaudible pour un cerveau toujours plus sollicité. Savoir ce qu'on veut, se concentrer, construire son style sans se perdre est, je pense, un des grands défis des artistes débutants en 2024.

C'était joliment dit. Merci d'avoir suivi Ce soir ou jamais, on se retrouve demain soir.

Il va surtout falloir que tu prennes en compte en tant que débutant que quand tu vas commencer, tes progrès vont être proche de ça :

Ils ne seront pas linéaires mais, tu progresseras. Un petit "art block" de temps en temps, du découragement, mais surtout beaucoup de joie et de satisfaction quand tu auras dessiné quelque chose qui te tiens à cœur pour la première fois, même si tu détesteras ce même dessin deux mois plus tard, c'est ça être un artiste, félicitations!

8 - Ne pas se comparer à des illustrateurs de folie. Paix à son âme mais si tu vois une vidéo du regretté Kim Jung Gi qui dessinait des fresques entières sans traits de construction, à main levée, tu vas te dire "Mais punaise, pourquoi j'essaie ?". N'y penses pas, fais ta vie, à ton rythme. Pareil avec les gens de ton âge. Ne te compare pas à un mec de 13 ans à Singapour qui dessine déjà comme un artiste confirmé. On s'en fout. C'est une exception, grand bien lui fasse, on l'embrasse, cœur sur lui, mais ce n’est pas toi. Bref, l'inspiration OUI, la comparaison NON.

9 - Prendre des cours de dessins. Être autodidacte et s’entrainer tout seul, c’est bien, mais prendre des cours si on est perdu n’est absolument pas honteux. Il y a des cours municipaux, des ateliers parfois à la mairie, à la médiathèque de ta ville, etc...Alors oui, tu vas dessiner un pot de fleurs et une pomme avec Mamie Geneviève, retraité de la Mairie de Brie-Comte-Robert mais tu vas avoir un prof qui va t'expliquer les bases si tu sens que tu ne vas pas y arriver seul.

Et, pour l'art digital/digital art, quel application utiliser ?

Moi, j'utilise Photoshop mais c'est payant (et assez cher)

Pour commencer, je te recommande d'autres applications bien moins chères comme Krita (gratuite) ou, si tu as un iPad, Procreate. C'est environ 8€ (ça a peut-être augmenté depuis le temps où je l'ai acheté) mais pour tout ce que cette appli peut faire, c'est donné. Moins connue mais également gratuite, Fire Alpaca, très honorable aussi!

Clip Studio Paint est également très bien. Tu peux l'avoir soit avec un système d'achat unique, soit un system de souscription comme tu peux le voir ici.

Voilà ! Bref, il faut s’y mettre, se lancer, dessiner n’importe quoi pour se faire la main, suivre des tutos, parce que la technique c’est important, utiliser des références et ne pas se décourager.

J’espère avoir répondu à ta question et comme disait Marie-Pierre Casey :

"Je ne ferai pas ça tous les jours!" (même si personne ne m’a demandé de faire aussi long).

Si vous n’avez pas la réf, demandez à vos parents.

Passe un bon dimanche et courage ! On reste motivé !! 💗

[sweetlittleneptune]

"You speak French??"

The translations were made by me, as I'm a native French speaker! tho, if you have any issues/questions/see any mistakes, don't be afraid to point them out!

The fact that you never admitted to speaking French to the residents of the mansion was a simple lie of omission. You didn’t think it was that important at first, and then you also noticed how much of an advantage that was. This meant you could spy on some of residents without much trouble at all. Sadly, the charade couldn’t last forever.

NAPOLEON

He had a habit of rambling in French to himself. Random thoughts, most of them unimportant and simple little reminders to do something later. But every once in a while, he would mumble something that caught your attention, and you’d have to hold in your laughter. He had to stop though, once he realized you understood what he was saying and was absolutely humiliated.

It had been a rough day, and the man was frustrated. Between the bickering kids and the eccentric residents, he was practically boiling. That was reason enough to be mumbling insults and such.

“C’est juste des cons. Pas capable de se la fermer, tous inutiles.”

(They’re just idiots. Can’t shut up, useless.)

And it came out before you could even think about it. You just had to.

“Quand même, c'est un peu méchant M. Napoléon. Mais je l’admets… ils sont un peu lourds.”

(Well, that’s a bit rude Mr. Napoleon. But I’ve got to admit… they are a bit annoying)

The look on his face was absolutely priceless. Surprise, confusion, worry, all of it. Napoleon opened his mouth once, then closed it. he reopened it again and closed it once more. Third time’s the charm they say…

“Since when…?”

“Ah, that’s my little secret. Just don’t tell the other, will you?”

Suspicion crossed his face.

“Why?”

“You know, it’s a great advantage to have. Would be a shame to lose it.”

“You’re a devil Nunuche, but a smart one I’ll admit.”

And with a chuckle he left the room

COMTE DE SAINT-GERMAIN

You intended to tell him at first. When he started bringing you to all those dinners, galas, and parties for the aristocrats of the city. You wanted to speak with him and the other attendants. But as soon as they heard the accent in your “bonsoir”, they switched to English, and you rolled with it for some reason. Now it had been months, and you felt it would be weird to start speaking French now.

You were used to being ignored in conversations too. None of it was on purpose and you couldn’t take it personally when Comte was such a popular man to begin with! What you weren’t used to, though, was being disrespected right in your face as if you weren’t there.

The first comment had been something along the lines of “you finally found someone to give you a son!”

Your husband was quick to answer that he had chosen you because you were you. It had nothing to do with kids.

The second almost made you open your mouth. But it was no use. Comte made very sure to let him know he was crossing a limit and ended the conversation there.

“Some people lack manners, it seems. No use wasting more time on this unimportant discussion.”

You simply nodded and followed.

But then you wanted a little treat to eat, and the buffet was on the other side of the room. So, you left Comte for a moment to grab something. Sadly, the same man from earlier was there, chatting away with someone you didn’t know. As soon as he saw you, you knew something unpleasant would happen.

“Elle n’est rien de bien spécial, mais j’imagine qu’elle doit être particulièrement bonne au lit si le Comte de Saint-Germain a décidé qu’elle était bonne à marier. »

(she’s nothing special, but I guess she’s particularly good in bed if the Count of Saint-Germain has decided to make her his wife.)

You pondered for a moment if you should even grace him with an answer. It wouldn’t do any good, you knew that. But if the man had the galls to say it, he surely could listen to your answer, no?

“Monsieur, j’apprécierais sincèrement que vous vous absteniez de m’insulter en ma présence. Et puis, ce sont de riches paroles, venant de l’homme dont la femme est reconnue pour avoir plusieurs amants. Au moins, l’un de nous sait satisfaire son partenaire… "

(Sir, I would appreciate if you could hold back from insulting me in my presence. And this is rich, coming from the man whose wife is known to have several lovers. At least, one of us can satisfy their spouse…)

Red rose to the man’s face.

“Eh bien, je crois que le message est clair! 

(Well, I think the message is clear!)

Comte’s voice made you jump in your place. You hadn’t heard him coming at all! You turned to look at him with shyness in your eyes, a bit worried he would scowl you for your action. But all he did was look at you with pride.

As you left though, he did ask where you learned to speak French.

“A while back, in my world.”

JEAN D'ARC

That night you were staying up late to clean up after one of Leonardo’s raids of the library. It was rotten work for sure, but someone had to do it and Sebastian was finishing up polishing of the silverware. So here you were, going through piles of books left on tables.

Time passed and after a while of not hearing any noise, you figured it wouldn’t hurt to sit down and read for a few minutes. There was a book that had caught your attention while cleaning up. It was a little book of French fables. Some of which you remembered reading back in school when you were young. Slowly, the stories caught your attention for good and the world around you faded.

That’s when Jean entered the room, in the hopes of finding some peace and some books to help him learn to write and read. Still hooked on your little island of nostalgia, you didn’t hear him at all. And him, not wanting to bother you, stayed in his little corner of the library.

An hour must have passed before your eyes left the pages of the book. But when you did, you were surprised to find you weren’t alone anymore. And you felt a bit cheap about being caught slacking on your job.

“I didn’t hear you come in, Jean. What are you doing here?”

“I’m trying to read this book. But it’s hard, I don’t understand much…”

The poor man was trying to read “Les Misérables”, of course he was having a hard time understanding what all those fancy words meant! You held your chuckle in and handed him your fable book.

“You might find this one easier to read. You picked a rather daunting book to try to learn.”

“Oh but… you know I speak French mademoiselle. Your book-” You smiled.

“Take a look at the cover. What does it say?”

It took him a minute to decipher the sounds and the words, but he managed to read the title out:

“Les fables de La Fontaine.” Jean paused. “It’s in French…”

“Yes, it is.”

“You can read French?” there was curiosity in his eyes.

“Oui, mais pas que. Je le parle aussi.”

(Yes, but that’s not all. I can speak it too.)

“Je ne savais pas. Vous ne l’avez jamais dit.”

(I didn’t know. You never told us)

“It’s my little secret,” you answered with a smirk. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I should finish cleaning Leo’s mess.”

“Merci.”

“Bienvenue!”

[clhook]

Je suis allée à paris faire l'essayage de ma robe hier et je suis pas tombée sur la dame méchante mais sur une autre adorable trop mimi elle m'a dit que la robe m'allait super bien et qu'elle adorait mes chaussures, pareil la couturière m'a dit que la robe tombait super bien sur moi à part le décolleté qui était un peu grand, je dois y retourner fin août et j'ai trop hâte hihi

à un moment la dame méchante est arrivée dans la pièce et elle m'a même pas dit bonjour, et quand je suis allée au bureau prendre mon prochain rdv elle était assise devant l'ordi elle a même pas levé la tête pour me regarder j'étais genre c comme ça que vous traitez toutes vos clientes ou c'est juste moi mdr ??

après on est allées dans un resto avec ma mère la déco était trop sympa avec plein d'instruments de musique et surtout il y avait un chat qui se baladait et qui venait demander des caresses et bon dans un resto c pas top niveau hygiène mais laissez-moi vous dire qu'on était RAVIES de déjeuner avec le chat assis sur la chaise à côté de nous

[lady-de-mon-coeur]

Hello! Do you have ml fanfic recommendations? Well written english or French and ft romance? Thank you!

Hey there, lovely anon! If I get your ask right, you wanted romance-focused fic recs, didn’t you? So here you go.

First of all,

french recs

Juste un baiser by @mind3ll

Tout avait commencé par une innocente discussion entre Rose et Mylène, et qui aurait parfaitement pu n'avoir aucune conséquence. Du moins, jusqu'à ce que Chloé s'en mêle. Puis Alix. Puis Alya.

Et que la question de qui avait déjà embrassé quelqu'un se trouve soudain au centre de toutes les conversations.

Le battement d'ailes du Papillon by @miraculous-floconfettis

- Ladybug, viens vite, j'ai trouvé le repère du Papillon !

A l'autre bout du fil, le cœur de Ladybug manqua un battement. Chat Noir avait trouvé la tanière de leur ennemi ! Mais lorsque son coéquipier reprit la parole, les mots qu'il prononça lui glacèrent le sang.

- Viens le plus vite possible au manoir Agreste. Dépêche-toi, je t'en supplie.

A very accurate depiction of Adrien processing his trauma after finding out Hawk Moth’s true identity. Lots of hurt/comfort, fluff and Adrinette being a married couple without even realising it.

Trouve-moi si tu peux and Embrasse-moi si tu peux by @mind3ll

Adrien jubilait.

Il avait enfin l'opportunité de découvrir qui se cachait derrière l'identité de Ladybug.

Et en tout bien tout honneur, histoire de couronner le tout. Tout ça grâce à un petit jeu entre eux, un simple jeu qu'il avait initié sans trop y croire.

Détransformation de choc by Alixe

Un combat qui finit un peu brutalement, une relation qui peine à se mettre en place, un père qui s'en mêle... La vie de héros n'est pas toujours facile.

Doux chantage by Jade DeTour

Un soir, Chat Noir découvre le secret de l'identité de Ladybug ainsi que l'identité de celui qu'elle aime. Il demande trois rendez-vous en échange de son silence. Ladynoir, Marichat et Adrinette avec un peu de Ladrien.

Éclosion by ElinaLT

Marinette reçoit une fleur et une lettre, d'un mystérieux 'admirateur secret' comme l'appelle Alya. Elles cherchent désespérément de qui il pourrait s'agir... la découverte s'annonce pleine de surprises.

I never get tired of recommending this fic. It’s just so sweet and heartwarming. Please consider giving it a try, even if you’re not into Marichat.

English

I'll Guess Your Heart, If You Guess Mine by PurpleHeartsOne

When Chat Noir stumbles upon Marinette holding her kwami, Tikki, he finally figures out that his lady, the girl he loves, is none other than his classmate Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Marinette is terrified that he's figured out, and she's not ready to know who he really is, since she's a firm believer that their identities should be hidden and is scared of the consequences if their identities are revealed. As a compromise, Chat Noir decides to set up a deal, he'll give Marinette three chances to guess who he really is underneath the mask, and if she doesn't guess right, he won't reveal himself. But Chat Noir has full faith that his lady will be able to guess who he is.

A story about Chat Noir falling in love with who his lady is, and Marinette falling in love with Chat and easing her worries about the identity reveal.

A multi-chapter set in s4. A must-read imo.

It's You by @inner-sakura

She’d gone through this exact moment a million times in her head. Imagined dramatically declaring her love and having him passionately reciprocate. She’d spent hours picturing the way his green eyes would soften and warm as he too declared his undying love for her, before sweeping her off her feet and carrying her off into the sunset. The fantasy always ended this way, the two of them madly in love.

It never ended with Adrien gazing at her blankly, his face smooth and expressionless.

[AU where Marinette succeeds in confessing to Adrien after the events of Frozer, and everything devolves from there.]

Too much angst, hurt and comfort in this two-shot.

Kiss shy by @emsylcatac

Marinette was on a mission. Three weeks into an impromptu reveal, the same three weeks into a relationship with her partner. And yet, they still hadn’t kissed. She didn’t know how much more she could take.

So tonight, she would kiss him. Right on the mouth.

I just love these precious beans.

rumour has it by summerset

When Alya reveals to the class that Marinette kissed Chat Noir, Adrien is very confused. Why would Marinette lie about kissing him? He decides to take matters into his own hands, and make the rumour a reality.

A Timely Reveal by LiquifiedStars

Adrien realised that having kissed Marinette as Chat Noir was now causing him complications with his now Girlfriend. His attempt to reveal himself however is interrupted when a girl suddenly falls through a portal, and she looks curiously like him. Written for the Miraculous Fanworks Discord.

I know I recommended this fic too many times before and I’ll do it again. Just read it.

wax lips to wax lips by @ladyofthenoodle

Adrien has been struggling to make sense of Marinette for a long time now, but today is especially confusing. Between Nino’s panicked hedging and Marinette’s own verbal gymnastics, he feels like he’s been whipped around by Ladybug’s yo-yo and tied up in knots.

Still, he isn’t going to let some confusion get in the way of their friendship.

Even if things have just gotten really, really confusing.

(it's the statue scene, from Adrien's point of view!)

Seven Seconds by alvares715

Adrien finds a lost video on his phone.

Set in season four.

Episode “Felix” aftermath. Very angsty fic. Another one must-read imo.

Accidentally Not In Love by Lucid

Marinette confesses to Adrien and he rejects her. It takes him less than 24 hours to realize he's made a huge mistake.

Can't Help Falling For You by FelicisMagic18873

Ladybug decides to talk Chat out of his crush for her by making him realize that he might end up not liking who she was behind the mask. It decidedly goes out of hand pretty quickly.

Very sweet one-shot, you can literally feel Chat Noir’s love for Ladybug through the words.

Thank you for your ask, anon! Hope you found something to read. Happy reading!

[e642]

Mes parents m'ont toujours dit que j'étais une enfant qui s'ennuyait beaucoup mais que je ne le verbalisais pas. Que je pouvais passer beaucoup de temps à rien faire sans demander d'alternative. Je ne me rappelle plus si ça me pesait ou pas. Puis, en grandissant, je suis devenue une adolescente qui s'ennuyait beaucoup. Ça m'a laissé pas mal de temps pour développer pas mal de troubles, pour me poser pas mal de questions, pour penser silencieusement à pas mal de choses. Et finalement, j'ai continué à m'ennuyer jusqu'à devenir une adulte. Maintenant. Un manque de passion criant. Je n'ai jamais eu d'hobby particulier, et je n'en ai jamais cherché. Ce qui a toujours eu le don d'exaspérer mes parents. Encore aujourd'hui, ils ont du mal à me voir rien faire, à me regarder attendre que ça passe. J'ai de l'admiration pour les gens qui ont des passions ou même de la passion, des envies, des activités qui leur tiennent à cœur. Et ça ne m'a jamais trop posé d'ennui socialement jusqu'à comprendre que j'étais la seule à rien avoir de distrayant dans ma vie. Ça a amorcé la création de petits sillons m'éloignant des autres. Quand on épuise notre passé, notre vie quotidienne et nos avis, on a vite plus rien à dire. J'ai jamais forcé les discussions de mon côté. J'ai souvent favorisé le silence ou la répétition. Là où ça me pose des problèmes c'est quand je côtoie des gens plus d'une après midi car ils sont amenés à constater que j'attends. Ils ne le supposent plus, ils le voient. Mon copain le voit actuellement. Et c'est vrai que moi je peux me satisfaire de passer beaucoup de temps à rien faire, rien dire, juste être avec l'autre. Mais c'est pas sain. Alors je passe beaucoup de temps à m'ennuyer quand lui investit son temps de choses qu'il aime. Et c'est bien normal. Ça me met toujours un coup de mou, de la rancoeur mal placée évidemment. C'est pas parce que moi j'ai rien et que je n'ai rien fait pour avoir, que ça devrait être pareil pour les autres. Je me suis souvent sentie pas à ma place pour ces raisons, en voyant que les autres ne supportaient pas de s'ennuyer, ne pouvaient pas juste apprécier rien faire avec moi, ça m'a fait me sentir de trop. C'est pas un truc que je partage ou explicite parce que j'ai tort. Il n'y a pas une pensée viable dans ma conception de l'ennui et des autres. J'ai un rapport juste toxique et j'arrive à me sentir triste que les autres ne l'aient pas. Pas jalouse. Seulement déçue. J'ai peur de m'ennuyer toute ma vie. Et une des raisons pour lesquelles je n'aimerais pas habiter avec quelqu'un c'est pour ça, que la personne réalise que je ne suis construite sur rien et que je passe beaucoup de temps à me sentir seule, à m'ennuyer, à attendre comme un chat devant la porte pour qu'on lui ouvre. J'ai du mal à exister normalement et ça m'a souvent créé des piques d'angoisse qu'on vienne à découvrir l'être inconsistant que je suis.

[perduedansmatete]

il faut savoir que romain c'est une quête impossible tout le monde est au courant tout strasbourg est sur le coup mais il est trop timide là dessus c'est un calvaire je sais qu'il veut de moi il sait que je veux de lui et que je sais qu'il veut de moi mais j'arrive pas là il est rentré dormir avec sa goutte elyas lui a dit nanana mathilde dormir avec toi moi je voulais juste dormir avec lui mais il a pas compris et il a dit qu'il était trop fatigué je vais péter mon crâne je repars pas de strasbourg sans avoir fini ma quête j'en ai marre de lui tourner autour alors qu'on veut tous les deux j'ai jamais autant galéré avec quelqu'un et j'ai jamais galéré tout court bref du coup on est rentrés aussi en le raccompagnant et je vais dormir seule avec charlie le chat après avoir dansé tous les trois dans cet appart quand même immense

[tealviscaria]

J'ai regardé l'interview live d'Orelsan et Gringe où ils parlent de la sortie de Comment c'est loin et je sais que je ne vous apprends rien de nouveau. Mais. Il est vraiment impressionnant de voir comment ils juste... disent les trucs.

Alors je vous offre une petite liste des choses que j'ai notées:

"C'est un film transgenre." Oui, je le sors du contexte. C'est peut-être mieux comme ça.

Gringe qui tourne sans cesse sur sa chaise, c'est tellement un mood.

"Non, c'est pas vraiment nous, ça pourrait être n'importe qui. Par exemple ils pourraient s'appeler Dmitri et Stanislas." Dmitri et Stanislas sont les Касёр Флотёр.

Les cheveux ébouriffés d'Orel quand il a enlevé son bonnet <3

Le jeu de trois petit chats improvisé <33

Toute la partie avec la lumière. "Ça me nique les yeux!" Je considère la verlanisation de "les yeux" comme un chef-d'œuvre. (Enfin, si le français était une langue plus accueillante, on l'aurait déjà prononcé comme [le jœz], Orelsan est simplement un visionnaire.)

"Orel de Bloqués est quand même plus con. Orel de CCL envisage pas de regonfler le chat."

"Comment on s'est rencontrés? On s'est rencontrés sur un site de rencontre. Pour les adultes." Okay, Gringe 👍

Mais là, je dois souligner mon étonnement. Parce que juste avant, ils ont dit qu'ils avaient travaillé ensemble dans un hôtel pendant un certain temps, mais que Orelsan a démissioné. Et Gringe a dit: "Il m'a refilé le bébé".

ALORS.

Moi, ne connaissant pas cette expression, j'ai écouté cette partie cinq fois au minimum pour m'assurer que j'entends bien. (En fait, d'abord je n'ai pas entendu le "re-".) Perplexe, j'ai alors écrit "il m'a filé le bébé" dans un traducteur. Et, bien sûr, ça m'a présenté la traduction suivante: "he gave me the baby".

Yeah. Sure. Why not at this point. Donne-lui un bébé, pourquoi pas. Mais tout est bien qui finit bien, j'ai trouvé la vraie signification juste après.

"BEUGUÉ! BLOQUÉ!"

"Enculés, vous n'êtes pas en Suisse!"

10/10, would watch again.