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u6is · 7 months ago

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wish you were here right now

summary: at a lively yacht party celebrating his team's league win, Kylian ignores the chaos around him, staying on his phone with you—and the conversation quickly takes a steamy turn.

—kylian mbappé x reader: smut (PWP)

"The team are having this yacht trip to celebrate our win." Kylian said, his voice crackling over the phone line, "Would you like to join me?"

But you couldn’t. You had already promised your mom that you’d go on the family trip that had been planned beforehand.

"I'm sorry," you replied, trying to mask the disappointment, "I wish I could be there with you."

The line was silent for a moment before Kylian spoke up, his voice a mix of understanding and a hint of sadness, "It's alright, babe. I get it. You can't miss out on family time. I'll just have to party extra hard for the both of us." He laughed, attempting to lighten the mood.

You knew his teammates—or as he calls them, his "friends"—were probably lining up a night full of partying with female escorts in tow. Still, you trusted your boyfriend wholeheartedly. “Have fun, okay? Congrats again on the win. I’ll see you in a few days,” you said softly over the phone.

The family trip was nice. The sunsets were beautiful, and your mom’s cooking was always a delight.

But Kylian’s texts kept coming in. He sent pictures of the vast ocean and the lavish yacht. He talked about the fancy dinners and the wild parties, he said it wasn’t the same without you.

“Fireworks are set for tonight,” Kylian texted, attaching a shirtless photo of himself, clearly meant to tease you.

You couldn’t help but smile, imagining his playful grin and the way his eyes would light up when he knew he’d won you over.

You quickly typed back, “Sounds exciting.” But as you stared at the photo, you couldn't shake the feeling that Kylian was teasing you on purpose, his abs almost taunting you from the distance between you two.

The thought of him surrounded by those gorgeous women didn’t sit well with you, but you had promised yourself not to be that girlfriend.

“Send me a selfie?” Kylian texted, interrupting your thoughts.

You took a deep breath and stepped outside the balcony of your private hotel room, the cool sea breeze kissing your skin. You quickly snapped a selfie, standing in the sunlight. Your sundress, the one that hugged your body perfectly, flowed gently with the breeze, accentuating your curves. With a playful grin, you tilted your head just enough to catch the light, sending the photo with a casual, natural air, teasing him without even trying.

Kylian’s reply was quick, and you could almost hear the smirk in his words:

"Tu es la plus belle femme que j’aie jamais vue." (You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.)

"That dress is doing more than just looking good on you." His tone was cocky, playful, and definitely hinted at more than just teasing.

You felt a warm blush spread across your cheeks. It was all fun and games until his next message popped up: "I would take that dress off you in the blink of an eye."

As the night went on, the party was in full swing, with his teammates living it up and the escorts they brought along.

Achraf, one of Kylian's best friends and teammates, noticed Kylian hadn’t put his phone down all night. Standing up from the couch with a girl by his side, he walked over to where Kylian was still smiling at his screen.

Achraf gently grabbed Kylian’s phone, and Kylian looked up with a raised eyebrow. "What's up, Hakimi?"

"You’ve been on that thing all night," Achraf said, laughing. "You’re missing all the fun."

"I’m having fun," Kylian replied, still smiling.

"Yeah, fun with your phone," Achraf teased, tossing the phone back to Kylian. "I’ll grab you a drink, but seriously, put the phone down. You’re no fun to the girls."

Kylian just smirked, getting up and following Achraf. As they walked, he quickly typed out a message to you: "I’ll talk to you later, babe."

Kylian wasn’t really a big drinker, but tonight he’d indulge for the celebration. Still, his mind kept drifting back to you in that sundress. He’d saved the photo and found himself glancing at it over and over. There was something about the way you looked in that dress that had his thoughts spinning, intoxicated, not by the alcohol in his hand, but by the image of you.

A few minutes later, with the alcohol starting to take its effect, Kylian found himself reaching for his phone once more. His fingers typed out a message before he could stop himself.

"Can’t stop thinking about you in that dress," he texted, his words slow and a bit more daring than usual.

He stared at the screen for a moment, then added, "Maybe I should come see you sooner than planned."

"You haven’t seen me in my bikinis yet," you replied, adding a pleading face emoji, hoping to make it seem like an innocent tease.

As you hit send, a rush of excitement coursed through you. There was something thrilling about flirting with him like this, especially knowing that despite the many people on the yacht, including all the stunning women around, his attention was completely fixed on you.

Kylian’s reply was teasing and direct: "You’re driving me wild just thinking about it. Don't make me wait."

With a nervous giggle, you stepped into the bathroom, the cool marble floor beneath your feet. You untied the strings of your sundress, letting it drop to the floor. You looked at yourself in the mirror, your heart racing. The bikini was new, a surprise you had packed for when you’d finally get some time alone on the beach. The neon blue of the top contrasted with your tanned skin, and the bottoms hugged your hips perfectly.

You took a deep breath and held your phone up, angling it just right to capture the reflection in the mirror. The camera clicked, and you studied the image for a moment. You looked amazing. You bit your lip, feeling a mix of excitement and naughtiness.

Achraf was talking to him when Kylian’s phone buzzed with a notification. He smirked as he looked at the screen, feeling a surge of heat rush through him. The picture you sent him had definitely stirred something inside, an arousing thrill coursing through him.

Achraf glanced at Kylian, who was smirking with his head down, absorbed in his phone. "You're no fun, Kyks," his teammate remarked, but Kylian didn't hear him, lost in his own thoughts.

He glanced at the picture again, his eyes lingering on your reflection in the mirror. The neon blue bikini was a bold choice and it had definitely paid off. The way the bottoms hugged your hips, it was a sight that made his heart race.

You watched the screen, your heart pounding in your chest, as you waited for Kylian's response. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a thrill of excitement that made your skin tingle. The seconds ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity.

Then, his message appeared. "You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now." It was raw, unfiltered, and incredibly arousing. The words sent a jolt through your body, and you felt your cheeks flush. You couldn't believe he'd said something so explicit, but the desire in his message was undeniable.

You took a step closer to the mirror, the cool air of the cabin brushing against your skin. Your eyes traced the curves captured by the bikini, and you felt your body respond to his words, a warm ache building between your legs.

Kylian's gaze was glued to his phone, his heart racing as he stared at the picture. His shorts began to tent as an erection grew, the fabric straining against his hardened cock. He shifted uncomfortably, the pressure increasing with each passing moment.

Amidst the laughter and chatter of his teammates, he couldn't ignore the ache in his pants. It was like a silent symphony playing only for him, a sweet torture that grew with every glance at your bikini-clad reflection.

Kylian excused himself, "I'll catch up with you later, mec," he says, struggling to keep his voice steady, thick with longing, and retreated to the cabin he had booked for privacy. The door clicked shut behind him, muffling the outside world.

He looked down at the bulge, a silent testament to his desire, and groaned. The shorts felt like a prison around his throbbing cock.

His phone chimed once more, a message from you lighting up the screen. "Your turn," you texted. "I want to see you."

Kylian didn’t waste a second. He sat on the edge of the plush bed in his cabin, the soft white sheets a stark contrast to his tanned skin. He looked down at the bulge in his shorts, his pulse quickening. With a devilish smirk, he unbuttoned his shorts, letting them fall to his knees, his cock springing free.

He took a moment to appreciate the sight before him. It was thick and hard, standing proudly against his abs. The tip was flushed a darker shade of pink, begging for attention. Kylian’s hand wrapped around it, stroking it gently. He took a deep breath, feeling the headiness of his desire for you.

With a grin, he held the phone in one hand and began to stroke himself with the other. The camera captured every inch of him, the way his hand moved up and down his shaft, the way his abs tightened with each stroke. He knew you'd love watching him, the same way he craved seeing you in your bikini.

The room grew hazy with his building arousal, the scent of saltwater and cologne filling his nostrils. The sound of the waves outside was a gentle serenade to his own escalating rhythm, the stroke of his hand against his skin echoing in the quiet cabin.

He sent the video, his heart pounding as he awaited your response.

It took you a moment to process the video. Kylian, your sweet, loving boyfriend, was masturbating for you. The sight of him, so raw and vulnerable, made your core throb with desire. You watched him stroke his cock and you realized you had never wanted him more.

Your hands shake as you place your phone on the counter, pressing the record button. Your eyes remained glued to the screen as you reached behind and untied the strings of your bikini top, letting it fall to the floor. Your breasts bounced freely, the cool air of the room teasing your already hardened nipples.

You stepped closer to the phone, your heart racing as you slid your hand down the front of your bikini bottoms. You felt the wetness of your desire, and a soft moan slipped from your lips as your fingers grazed your clit.

As his phone chimed once more, Kylian watched the video you had sent in response. His eyes locked onto your every move. The sound of your breathing grew heavier, the sight of your hand disappearing beneath the fabric of your bikini driving him wild. He stroked his cock faster, his thumb swiping over the pre-cum that had gathered at the tip.

He couldn't help himself—his need to hear your voice was too strong. With one hand still wrapped around his shaft, he called you with the other. He facetimed you amidst the noise of the party, his teammates cheering and music blasting in the background. The line connected, and your face appeared on his screen, illuminated softly by the warm glow of your bathroom. "I'm so fucking hard for you right now," he growled into the phone.

Your breath hitched when you heard the raw desire in Kylian's voice. The sound of the waves outside the cabin grew distant as you focused on the sensation of your fingers playing with your clit, tracing delicate circles as you watched him stroke himself in the camera. "Oh, baby," you moaned, "me too."

"Take those bottoms off," Kylian ordered, his voice thick with lust. "I want to see all of you."

Your hands trembled as you hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your bikini bottoms. You pulled them down slowly, your pussy exposed to the cool air. Your phone was propped up on the sink, the camera clearly capturing you as you stood right in front of it. Kylian's eyes were glued to the screen, his breaths coming in quick, shallow pants.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he murmured, his hand moving faster on his cock.

The sound of his voice, the sight of him stroking himself, it all sent you spiraling into a frenzy. You stepped closer to the sink, spreading your legs apart for the camera, giving Kylian the full view of your aroused pussy.

"Oh, baby," Kylian murmured, his voice thick with lust, "you're so fucking wet for me." His hand moved faster, the slick sound of his hand against his cock echoing in your ear.

From your perspective, everything is cloaked in darkness, as if he's in a private space, alone with his desire. The only sounds are his groans and the strokes of his hand on his cock. You feel entirely exposed for him, and it gives you the confidence you need.

You could feel yourself getting wetter just hearing him. You slid two fingers inside yourself, the sensation making your toes curl. "Kylian," you gasped, your voice a needy whisper, "I want you so bad."

"Fuck, me too, baby," he groaned, the sound of his hand moving up and down his cock a sweet symphony to your ears. "I wish I could be there to taste you."

Eventually, you notice it, Kylian’s eyes were hooded with desire as he watched you touch yourself. He took a deep, shaky breath, then spoke in a commanding tone that sent shivers down your spine. "Add another finger inside of you, baby."

Your body responding to his voice. The feel of your three fingers sliding in and out of your wetness was heavenly. "Just like that," Kylian instructed, his breathing becoming more ragged. "Imagine it's my cock, pumping deep inside of you, making you moan like you do when we're together."

You closed your eyes, the image of Kylian fucking you playing in your mind like a steamy home-made video. The sounds you made were pure, raw desire, echoing like a melody of forbidden passion.

"Turn around for me baby," Kylian's voice was a command, yet it held an undertone of longing, the kind that made your knees weak and your pussy clench with anticipation. You obeyed, feeling a thrill at the thought of him watching you so intimately despite the miles between you. You turned around, the soft curve of your ass on full display.

Your free hand reached out to the wall for balance as you began to finger yourself, the other hand buried deep inside your pussy. The sensation was exquisite, a delicious mix of pleasure and vulnerability that had you gasping for air.

You arched your back. The sensation was surprisingly erotic, and you couldn’t help but tip your hips back, pushing your ass towards the camera.

"That's it," Kylian's voice was strained, his need for you palpable through the phone. "Now, touch your clit. Slowly."

You shifted your other hand from the wall to your clit. You took a shaky breath, your heart racing at his command. Your fingertips grazing the swollen bud of your clit. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles, feeling your arousal spike.

He watched as your other delicate fingers move in and out, his gaze intense as he tried to mimic your motions with his own hands, imagining it was his cock instead

Kylian watched, his breath hitching as he stroked his cock in time with your movements. "Fuck, baby, your ass looks so good," he murmured, his eyes never leaving the screen. "I can't wait to fuck you again."

Your ass and legs began to tremble, the tension in your body building with every stroke. You could feel your orgasm approaching, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to crash over you. "Kylian," you gasped, your voice trembling as much as your body, "I'm going to cum."

His groans grew louder, his strokes faster, "Do it, baby. Cum for me."

With trembling legs, you began to slap your pussy, trying to hold back the impending orgasm. Your other hand clamped over your mouth, desperately trying to muffle the sounds escaping you, your body trembling with unrestrained pleasure.

The stinging sensation mixed with the pleasure of your fingering was overwhelming. Each slap echoed through the quiet room, a rhythmic punctuation to Kylian's strokes and your gasps.

You slid a finger again, feeling your cum ooze. The sight was so erotic, so raw, that you couldn't help but look at the camera behind you, a tired smile playing on your lips. You knew Kylian was watching, his eyes devouring every inch of your exposed flesh, and the thought made you hotter.

"Putain bébé, t'es tellement sexy," (Fuck baby, you're so sexy)

Kylian's voice was a hoarse whisper, the sound of his hand still working his cock in the background.

His hand move faster, his strokes becoming more erratic. The tension in his body was palpable, his muscles tightening with every second that passed. And then, with a loud groan, he came.

Kylian's cum shot out in thick ropes, splattering against his abs and stomach. The sight was mesmerizing, a beautiful mess of white and your desire. He painted himself with his release, his hand moving in slow, lazy circles, smearing it across his skin.

"Oh, fuck," he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours, "That was incredible."

You watched him through the phone screen, panting and flushed, the aftershocks of your orgasm still rippling through your body. You couldn't believe what had just happened—how you'd both given into the moment, separated by miles of ocean yet feeling closer than ever.

He took a picture, capturing his cum-covered abs and his still-hard cock. He sent it to you without a word, and you stared at the image, a strange mix of satisfaction and longing filling you. The stark white of his cum against his tanned skin was a powerful visual, a testament to the intensity of his desire for you.

With your own arousal still pulsing through you, you pulled your bikini bottoms back up, feeling the sticky wetness of your cum against your skin. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of naughtiness as you adjusted the panties. They felt like a secret, a deliciously dirty little part of you that Kylian had unlocked from afar.

"I want to fuck you, baby," Kylian's voice was a low rumble, the sound of his need resonating through your body. You could feel your pussy clench at the words, the desire for him to fill you up so intense it was almost painful.

"I want that too," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "So much."

The line went quiet again, the only sound the distant laughter from outside the cabin and the steady beat of your own heart. You felt a sense of longing, a deep ache that no amount of self-pleasure could ever truly fill.

"I miss you," Kylian finally said, his voice softer now, the passionate haze of his orgasm giving way to a tender vulnerability.

You grabbed your sundress from the floor and slipped it on, your legs still trembling from what had just happened.

You felt your own heart swell at his words, the distance between you suddenly feeling like a tangible void that needed to be filled. "Me too," you murmured, leaning against the sink, the coolness of the marble a stark contrast to the heat of your skin.

Kylian took a deep, shaky breath, then stood up from the bed. He reached for a towel, wiping the last remnants of his pleasure from his stomach and cock. His erection began to subside, the need momentarily sated by the intense orgasm he'd just had. He pulled his shorts back on, his cock still half-hard, the fabric clinging to his skin like a second layer.

As he buttoned them up, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness that it wasn't your hand touching him.

"I'll be home soon," Kylian promised, his voice still thick with lust. "And when I do, I'm going to fuck you like it's the last time we'll ever be together."

The words hung in the air, heavy with desire and promise. You felt a shiver run down your spine, a thrill that was both terrifying and incredibly exciting. "I'll be waiting," you murmured, your voice a mere whisper of a promise.

Exhaustion enveloped your body as you whispered that you’d call him by morning, and with shared "I love yous," the call ended.

Kylian remained in a euphoric haze, as he stepped out of his cabin, he tried to mask the storm within. But his mind raced with the memory of your sounds, your body.

He found Achraf and walked over to him.

"There you are, the best player in the world," his teammate joked, his voice thick with drunken cheer as he raised his cup in a toast.

That night, Kylian felt like a God, basking in the praise of his teammates. Yet, his thoughts were consumed by the longing to return to you, to worship you—his Goddess.

note: ngl, that leaked convo from when he was still at Monaco..man’s a freak 😭 this fic gives off “I’m doing it, are you?” meme LMAOOO bye 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

#kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe smut #pwp fics

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little-mari-on-a-roof · 2 months ago

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Frenglish differences in Miraculous - Episode 18

Reflekta

Vincent about Ivan

En: It doesn't matter where I put him, it throws the whole picture out of whack.

Fr: Ou que je mette le grand gaillard ça détruit l'harmonie de ma photo.

Wherever I put the big fellow, it destroys the harmony of my picture.

Unrelated fun fact but I once got called "grand gaillard" (big/tall guy) by a random guy from a year below in middle school. I am very much a girl.

Mr Damoclès

En: Go ahead, Vincent.

Fr: Continuez, Monsieur.

Go on, sir.

The director wouldn't really call a photographer by their first name except if they were also friends.

Chloé - Mr Damoclès

En: And aren't you paying the photographer by the hour? - Why, yes. No time to retake.

Fr: Et est-ce qu'il n'y a pas encore 16 autres classes qui attendent leur tour ? - Certes oui, elle n'avait qu'à être là.

And aren't there still 16 other classes waiting for their turn? - Why, yes. She (Juleka) should've just been there.

Marinette to Chloé

En: Stop now, or the class photo disappears. Which would be a shame considering how good you look in the photo, right next to Adrien.

Fr: Donne moi ton téléphone ou j'efface notre photo de classe. Ce qui serait dommage vu qu'elle est plutôt réussie, et que tu es à côté d'Adrien.

Give me your phone or I delete our class photo. Which would be a shame since it's a pretty good one, and that you're next to Adrien.

French Marinette would never tell Chloé she looks good.

Chloé

En: Ha! You can keep the phone. I'll just buy another one.

Fr: Ah, c'est bon, tu peux le garder. Je peux m'en acheter vingt comme celui là.

Ah, it's ok you can keep it. I can buy myself twenty others like that one.

Chloé being even more of a spoiled rich kid in French.

Chat Noir

En: Yeah, these shoes are killer on the feet, m'lady.

Fr: J'espère parce qu'avec ces trucs y'a de quoi se casser une papatte.

I hope so because these things are enough to break a paw.

Chat Noir doesn't just say paw (patte) but "papatte", which is a cute kind of nickname for it.

Ladybug

En: *Laughs* Sorry, Cat Noir but you, you just don't look like yourself.

Fr: Désolée Chat Noir mais te, te voir comme ça c'est irrésistible.

*Laughing* Sorry Chat Noir but, but seeing you like that, it's irresistible.

She means laughing is irresistible, but who knows, maybe she also thinks he looks really great.

Ladybug - Chat Noir

En: Here goes. Watch your nails. - Your jokes are so lame.

Fr: Attention, accroche toi à ton brushing ! - C'est vraiment pas marrant.

Careful, hang on to your hairdo! - It's really not funny.

Ladybug

En: Checkmate, Reflekta.

Fr: On t'a assez vue, Reflekta.

We've seen you enough, Reflekta.

English Ladybug really doesn't make as many puns as the French one.

#ml dubs #frenglish differences in miraculous #ml reflekta #miraculous ladybug #ml s1

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supergraphicgirl81 · 6 months ago

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With A Little Help From My Friends ⋆⁺₊❅.

Charles Leclerc ੈ✩‧₊˚༺

Formula 1 college hockey team social media AU! Instagram Edition

The tight-knit college hockey team, the Silver Blades, run by team captain Max Verstappen, isn't just about scoring goals—it's a chosen family. On and off the ice, the team has each other's backs, whether that's through college assignments, throwing awesome parties, or winning the championship together. Follow these overworked, tired, college students as they post through their day-to-day life.

With A Little Help From My Friends Masterlist ๋࣭ ⚝ Charles Leclerc Masterlist ๋࣭ ⚝

Translations → Small text, Italics

Authors Note: Merry Christmas everybody !!!!!!!!!!! Another Instagram as your present, please let me know if these are turning out okay or if they suck, thanks !!!!!!!

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CharLeclerc My son

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OscarJP This is child favoritism at its finest btw.

CharLeclerc You know you're my actual favorite (liked by OscarJP)

OscarJP Got it in writing and everything @OllieBearman, suck it freshie

OllieBearman WAHTTTT??!

AlexandraSaint your son huh? did you birth him?

CharLeclerc You didn't either???

AlexandraSaint yeah, didn't think so 🙄 (liked by CharLeclerc)

RandomHockeyFan perfect man, perfect child, perfect life (watch your back I'm coming for you)

CharLeclerc What

LewHamilton Roscoe told me he wanted to plan a hangout with Leo

Franco43Colapinto you are a 24 year old man

RandomFan BLESSED LEO SIGHTING !!!

LandoNorris4 calling him daddy the way he be fathering that child (liked by CharLeclerc)

CharLeclerc I laughed but also don't do that again

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CharLeclerc Well needed team vacation

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LilyMuniHe i LOVE standing creepily in the corner of places and taking pictures of the perfect two of you! (liked by CharLeclerc)

ItsYourname she's being so deadass too, that's whats crazy

DanielRicciardo I can't fathom that I just witnessed back thirst traps in this day and age

RandomFan BARK BARK GRRR BARK GRRRRRRR

GeorgeRus Charles I beg, next trip can we please go back to OG trip roommates, I'm literally on my knees (liked by CharLeclerc)

MaxVerstappen hey! I am not that bad

CharLeclerc Max what did you do the man is literally begging

CarlosSainz Still asking for a soccer rematch, me and Charlie got robbed

LandoNorris4 BOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! U SUCK

OscarJP You lost, get over it

CarlosSainz We didn't lose. We just never finished cause Franco almost fell in the fire and we had fewer points 🙄 . It's up in the air. 🙄

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LewHamilton Glad you enjoyed the horse sculpture! Reminded me of you!

CharLeclerc Lewis what does that mean

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YukiTsunoda22 I just want to squeeze his long slender head, he is fucking perfect god

CharLeclerc Please stay away from my dog

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CharLeclerc Yes? So are you?

LilyMuniHe @AlexandraSaint are you taken?

AlexandraSaint not currently!

LilyMuniHe great! we're married now 😊

CharLeclerc What the hell just happened

Albono You just got your girlfriend stolen by my girlfriend

AlexandraSaint i love this photo of leo (liked by CharLeclerc)

CharLeclerc i love this photo of you tu es la plus belle femme que j'ai jamais vue, tu es parfaite you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, you are perfect

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CharLeclerc MA FEMME!!! MON AMOUR, J'AI TRÈS CHANCE MY WIFE!!! MY LOVE, I AM VERY LUCKY

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CharLeclerc HEY stay on your side, i can fight

ItsYourname i'm not afraid of you bitch boy (liked by AlexandraSaint)

CharLeclerc @OscarJP Your girlfriend is harassing me, AGAIN !!!!!!

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aisakalegacy · 4 months ago

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Printemps 1937, Hylewood, Canada (9/27)

Nous soupâmes tous sommairement dans le silence. Aucun de nous n’avait le cœur à manger. Gizelle n’était même pas descendue. Compte tenu des circonstances et de l’orage qui nous séparait du continent, Lola téléphona chez ses maîtres pour expliquer les circonstances et annoncer qu’elle ne serait pas présente le lendemain matin. Après le souper, chacun parti de son côté - nous savions pertinemment bien que personne ne fermerait l’oeil de la nuit.

Lola fut la seconde personne qu’Agathon alla interroger. De nous tous, elle était la plus touchée par la mort de Lorita - elle avait passé la plus grande partie de la soirée au salon funéraire, et il avait fallu l’en déloger pour qu’elle vienne partager notre repas. Dès que le souper s’était terminé, elle avait filé dans sa chambre. Agathon se hâta de monter les escaliers.

Quand il entra dans sa chambre - sans frapper comme à son habitude, la vue de notre sœur le surprit à tel point qu’il manqua de tituber. Lola leva les yeux. Elle était penchée sur une fine ligne de poudre blanche, sur le plateau de marbre de sa table de chevet.

[Transcription] Agathon LeBris : Qu’est-ce que tu es en train de faire ? Dolorès LeBris : Agathon, ce n’est pas… Agathon LeBris : Ne me prends pas pour un idiot. Je suis musicien, je sais reconnaître de la cocaïne. Agathon LeBris : Ça dure depuis combien de temps ? Dolorès LeBris : Tu t’apprêtes à me faire la leçon ? Agathon LeBris : Ce serait mérité. Layla le sait-elle ? Dolorès LeBris : Non. Et je n’ai pas la moindre envie que ça change.

#ts3 #simblr #legacy challenge #history challenge #decades challenge #lebris #lebrisgen4 #Lucien Le Bris #Irène Bernard #Agathon Le Bris #Dolorès LeBris #Layla Bahar #Gizelle LeBris #Lorita Donaldo

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lisaalmeida · 6 months ago

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Les passantes d'Antoine Pol

Je dédie cette chanson

à chaque femme pensée comme de l'amour

en un instant de liberté

à celle connue à peine

Pas le temps et ça valait le coup

de perdre un siècle de plus

À celle presque à imaginer

Tellement pressé, tu l'as vue passer

Du balcon à un secret plus loin

et tu aimes en rappeler le sourire

qui ne t'a pas fait

et que tu lui as décidé

dans un vide de bonheur

À la compagne de voyage

ses yeux le plus beau paysage

Fans paraître plus court sur le chemin

et peut-être que tu es le seul à la comprendre

et tu la fais descendre sans la suivre

sans avoir touché sa main

À celles qui sont déjà prises

et que je vis des heures déçues

Avec un homme trop changé

Ils t'ont quitté, folie inutile

voir le fond de la mélancolie

d'un avenir désespéré

Des images chères quelques instants

Vous serez bientôt une foule distante

Surmontées d'un souvenir plus proche

pour peu que le bonheur revienne

c'est très rare que l'on se souvienne

des épisodes du chemin

Mais si la vie cesse de t'aider

c'est plus dur de t'oublier

de ces interviews de bonheur

Des baisers qu'on n'a pas osé donner

des occasions laissées pour attendre

des yeux plus jamais revus

Alors dans les moments de solitude

quand le regret devient l'habitude,

une façon de vivre ensemble,

on pleure les lèvres absentes

de toutes les belles passantes

que nous n'avons pas pu retenir

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lesvoyagesderos · 6 months ago

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J’étais debout devant vous et à votre regard je savais que je devais rester ainsi à attendre vos consignes. Un silence profond s’installait que vous faisiez durer, un étetnité ai-je pensé. Un discret rougissement s’est répandu sur mes joues que vous m’avez demandé de me déshabiller. Totalement avez-vous précisez. Vous affichiez un léger sourire en observant la maladresse avec laquelle je m’executais tout en vous nourrissant de ma vue. Alors que je vous regardaiss, les yeux profonds de désir.

Maintenant que tu es nu devant moi, avez-vous dit, je veux voir la façon dont tu te donnes du plaisir, comment tes doigts dansent sur ta peau, comment tu te caresses et entendre le son de ta respiration qui s’approfondit et dis-moi ce que ça fait de savoir que tu es à moi pour moi...

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ethereal-skies-forum · 2 months ago

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【 ÉTAT D’AVANCEMENT (04/25) 】

Le titre de ce post parle de lui-même : il est l’heure de discuter de nos dernières avancées en vue de l’ouverture prochaine d’ES. ✨

▫️ Le forum prend forme !

Comme vous l’avez peut-être déjà remarqué, on a commencé à lever un peu le pied ici parce qu’on est très heureux.ses de vous annoncer que toutes les annexes essentielles ont été partagées. Leurs versions finales (qui seront postées sur le forum avec quelques ajustements/compléments) sont elles aussi en cours d’achèvement. De manière plus générale, le lore est quasiment complété : trois des cinq pays le sont entièrement et on estime qu’il ne reste que 15% à faire pour les deux restants, cartes régionales incluses. Le codage du forum touche lui aussi à sa fin (on remercie d’ailleurs très fort @diluviennefo qui gère toute cette partie toute seule since day one, force et honneur…) et on arrive au stade où il ne manque plus que les « éléments additionnels » comme les fiches qui dérivent d’un même modèle. La partie administrative est sans doute celle qui nécessite désormais le plus d’attention car si certains topics sont en partie rédigés (comme les mécanismes de jeu que vous avez déjà pu découvrir ici), d’autres demandent encore un petit peu de travail. En résumé, on a enfin entamé la dernière ligne droite et on considère que le forum est à 90% complété, en tout et pour tout !

➜ Si nous n’avons pas de date d’ouverture précise à vous donner, on peut en revanche parler en termes astrologiques (#matrixé.es)… C’est avec beaucoup d’émotion qu’on vous annonce donc que bébé ES devrait être soit Taureau (ça serait génial), soit Gémeaux (ça semble être le plus plausible si on veut bien prendre notre temps), soit Cancer (no offense pour nos ami.es Cancer qu’on aime beaucoup mais on espère pas, même si on peut tolérer le premier décan…). 🔮

▫️Quelle suite pour le Tumblr ?

Rassurez-vous, ce n’est pas parce que les plus grosses annexes ont été postées qu’on va arrêter de se parler ici (même à un rythme potentiellement moins intense). 🤭 Restez d’ailleurs à l’affût, parce qu’il se pourrait qu’on vous emmène très bientôt voyager à travers Staraceste… On continuera également de vous partager quelques petites choses de temps en temps (notamment d’autres pré-liens), de quoi vous donner un peu de lecture jusqu’à l’ouverture. Le post destiné à noter vos réservations est également prêt, mais on pense patienter encore un peu avant de les ouvrir. En attendant, merci encore pour le soutien que vous nous manifestez et pour vos encouragements, ça nous motive énormément !

#french rpg #projet rpg #rpg francophone #forum francophone #forum rpg #projet forum rpg #rpg fantasy #forumactif #rpg français

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orageusealizarine · 1 year ago

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Je suis à toi, par chaque soupir de mon corps et chaque suée de mes fièvres. Comme dans ma nuit, caniculaire, où je suis nue – donc absolue – où mes mots suent, où la chaleur nous exaspère. Et je respire, quand tu espères à haute voix sentir en moi trembler les plaisirs et les rêves. Troubler ce soir où nos lèvres encore et en corps se rencontrèrent. Troubler l’esprit et la mémoire, abolis, dans le noir. Penser tout bas, tout bas, à ce qu’il y a, entre toi et moi. Et tu restes, dans mon corps, ce qui palpite le plus fort. Je suis à toi, par chaque soupir…

Tu es la chaleur qui assaille, qui ravit, l’accablement dans mon lit. Tu viens avec les brûlures du ciel, les étés, tentaculaires, tu épaissis mes mystères et tu fais la nuit plus noire où ne luisent que tes regards. Et moi je prends tes mains, je plie ton corps au mien, j’adoucis mes morsures… – car, non, je ne hurle plus, comme une louve à la lune sur mon ventre enfin descendue. Et les étoiles aussi ont jonché sur mon plancher. Et sur ta peau, luisante, adorée, sous ma langue allumée. Tu es la chaleur qui assaille…

Être nue, inconnue, dans la touffeur des soirs – être vue, visitée par tes envies avouées, tes sulfureux égards – faire l’amour noir, enténébré, jubilatoire. C’est l’heure du loup, il est trop tard, et tout est feu. Et tout est fou, oh tout est fait, je suis à bout, mais je veux tout, oui tout brûler, me consumer et t’enflammer et consommer – tous nos plaisirs, tous nos désirs, tous nos sourires… Nulle lumière et nulle horreur, plus de mort lente et plus d’attente, plus que nos incendies bruyants, plus que nos pores suants ; ô bonheur ! ô bonheur ! Être nue, inconnue…

A tâtons, reconnue. Tu fais la nuit plus noire et les rêves plus vrais. Tu fais l’amour plus chaud, plus chaud, tu fais l’amour plus beau.

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selidren · 28 days ago

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Eté 1941 - Camberley, Angleterre

3/17

Si je ne suis plus à Londres, c'est parce que j'ai intégré l'Ecole des Cadets de la France libre. Non pas en tant qu'étudiant car je suis bien trop vieux, mais en tant qu'instructeur. Que Papa se rassure, je ne suis pas devenu un de ces officiers qui maltraite ses cadets, j'instruis les élèves en science politique. Nous sommes basés à Camberley, alors je ne vois plus Jean-François aussi longtemps que je le voudrais. Je l'aurais bien pris avec moi, mais il semble que les futurs officiers de France n'aient pas besoin d'un enseignement archéologique. J'espérais que cette position me mette en bonne position pour obtenir des nouvelles du pays, mais ce n'est malheureusement pas le cas.

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Jean-François « Oui. J’ai l’impression que cela fait déjà des années. Et qui sait encore combien de temps ? Je ne reconnaîtrai jamais le petit Roger. »

Marc-Antoine « Je n’arrête jamais de penser au fait que, là-bas, toute la famille me croit mort. Pour Aurore, ça a du être un sacré coup, mai elle sait encaisser. Mais pour ma pauvre petite Louise... »

Jean-François « Sur l’instant, simuler ta mort était la décision la plus rationnelle à prendre, nous le pensions tous les deux. Personne n’aurait pu voir arriver un tel désastre, ni prendre d’instinct les bonnes décisions. »

Marc-Antoine « Moi je l’ai vue venir cette guerre... »

Jean-François « Oui grand frère, tu es toujours très intelligent. Mais personne ne peut voir l’avenir, même le très brillant Antoine. Il faut rester concentré sur le futur, sur le moment où tu pourras rentrer et faire tes excuses. »

Marc-Antoine « Oui, tu as raison. »

Jean-François « En tous cas, j’espère que j’arriverais à tenir le rythme. »

Marc-Antoine « Pour quoi faire ? »

Jean-François « Et bien, l’entraînement. J’en aurai besoin pour partir en opération avec toi. »

Marc-Antoine « Jean-François, tu as été dispensé de service. Tu as eu la malchance de quand même partir au front, et pourtant, tu veux y retourner ? »

Jean-François « A la décharge du médecin de la caserne, j’avais la carrure d’une allumette à l’époque, comme Papa quand il était jeune. Tu disais toi-même qu’avec en prime mes yeux et mes cheveux clairs, j’avais carrément l’air souffreteux. »

Marc-Antoine « Je n’étais pas en train de te reprocher quoi que ce soit. »

Jean-François « Et puis, j’ai gagné un peu d’endurance et de largeur d’épaule grâce à l’aviron. Il n’est pas trop tard pour apprendre réellement à me battre, mieux que pendant les semaines de casernement je veux dire. »

#lebris #lebrisgens5 #history challenge #legacy challenge #decades challenge #nohomechallenge #sims 3 #ts3 #simblr #sims stories #Marc-Antoine Le Bris #Albertine Maigret #Jean-François Le Bris #Constantin Le Bris #Roger Le Bris #Aurore Laroche #Louise Josette Le Bris

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odemonkillo · 2 months ago

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Nous y sommes ! J'ai enfin publié mon premier chapitre de mon histoire dans l'univers TMNT ! Voici son résumé :

Dans cette histoire réimaginée des Tortues Ninja, nous avancerons dans l'histoire d'un point de vue plus humain à travers les yeux d'April O'Neil. Tout l'univers et ses personnages appartiennent à Kevin Eastman et Peter Laird, je ne fais que m'amuser à réécrire une histoire alternative.

Il est probable qu'il y es une romance dans l'histoire.

Here we are! I've finally published the first chapter of my story in the TMNT universe! Here's the summary:

In this reimagined story of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, we move forward in history from a more human point of view, through the eyes of April O'Neil. The whole universe and its characters belong to Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird; I'm just having fun rewriting an alternative history. There is likely to be a romance in the story.

Disponible sur -> Fanfiction.net ou Wattpad !

#tmnt #fanfiction #laird #eastman #wattpad #fanfiction.net #april #apritello #donatello #rapahel #leonardo #splinter #shredder #stockman #michelangelo

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1vidapoeticando · 1 year ago

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Neste mundo, onde a maldade é mais vista do que a bondade, a pessoa má, nunca é questionada por suas ações, e a bondade sempre mal interpretada....Na psicopatia caracteriza pessoas assim, com falta de empatia, não sentem remorso, crueldade é algo prazeroso para eles...Em um mundo assim, muitos desanimam de viver, não se deixem levar por isso...O amor é arma mais mortal contra a maldade...O amor e a união faz toda a diferença, não importa a dificuldade, um só é fácil derrubar, mas quando estamos juntos, somos mais fortes!!!

En este mundo, donde la maldad se ve más que la bondad, la persona malvada nunca es cuestionada por sus acciones, y la bondad siempre es malinterpretada. En la psicopatía caracteriza a las personas así, con falta de empatía, no sienten remordimientos, la crueldad es algo placentero para ellos... En un mundo así, muchos se desaniman de vivir, no se dejen llevar por ello... El amor es el arma más mortífera contra la maldad... El amor y la unidad marcan la diferencia, no importa la dificultad, uno es fácil de derribar, pero cuando estamos

In this world, where wickedness is seen more than goodness, the wicked person is never questioned for his actions, and goodness is always misunderstood.... In psychopathy it characterizes people like this, with a lack of empathy, they do not feel remorse, cruelty is something pleasurable for them... In such a world, many are discouraged from living, don't get carried away by it... Love is the deadliest weapon against wickedness... Love and unity makes all the difference, no matter the difficulty, one is only easy to tear down, but when we are

Dans ce monde, où la méchanceté est plus vue que la bonté, la personne méchante n’est jamais remise en question pour ses actions, et la bonté est toujours mal comprise. Dans la psychopathie, cela caractérise les gens comme ça, avec un manque d’empathie, ils ne ressentent pas de remords, la cruauté est quelque chose de plaisir pour eux... Dans un tel monde, beaucoup sont découragés de vivre, ne vous laissez pas emporter par cela... L’amour est l’arme la plus mortelle contre la méchanceté... L’amour et l’unité font toute la différence, peu importe la difficulté, on n’est facile à démolir, mais quand on l’est

In dieser Welt, in der das Böse mehr gesehen wird als das Gute, wird der Böse nie für seine Taten in Frage gestellt, und das Gute wird immer missverstanden. In der Psychopathie charakterisiert es Menschen so, mit einem Mangel an Empathie, sie empfinden keine Reue, Grausamkeit ist etwas Angenehmes für sie... In einer solchen Welt werden viele vom Leben abgehalten, lassen Sie sich nicht davon mitreißen... Liebe ist die tödlichste Waffe gegen das Böse ... Liebe und Einheit machen den Unterschied, egal wie schwierig es ist, man ist nur leicht niederzureißen, aber wenn wir es sind

Kötülüğün iyilikten daha çok görüldüğü bu dünyada, kötü insan yaptıklarından dolayı asla sorgulanmaz, iyilik hep yanlış anlaşılır.... Psikopatide insanları böyle karakterize eder, empati eksikliği ile pişmanlık duymazlar, zulüm onlar için zevkli bir şeydir... Böyle bir dünyada, birçok kişi yaşamaktan vazgeçiyor, buna kapılmayın... Aşk, kötülüğe karşı en ölümcül silahtır... Sevgi ve birlik her şeyi değiştirir, zorluk ne olursa olsun, birini yıkmak kolaydır, ama biz

Fonte: 1Vidapoeticando 🌺 🍃

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non-euclidean-vault · 3 months ago

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C'est beau le RPG français, cette communauté où on te dit que tu es la personne toxique parce que tu demandes à un membre de pas décrire une agression sexuelle dans un RP accessible à tout le monde...Et où la défense pour justifier ça est "de toute façon ton forum est inactif sans moi alors tu vas me laisser faire ce que je veux"...Je ne sais pas ce qui se passe dans la tête de ces gens mais il y a quelque chose de grave là de mon point de vue...

#rpg #forum rpg francophone #forumactif #rpg français #on marche sur la tête #à quel moment c'est normal de décrire ça irp #forum rpg

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ivressesdhier · 5 months ago

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Extraits du journal de Nelly Mousset-Vos, chanteuse d'opéra, lors de sa détention dans les camps de Ravensbrück et Mauthausen, déportée pour avoir été résistante, évoquant sa rencontre et son début d'histoire d'amour avec Nadine Hwang, fille de diplomate chinois s'étant engagée dans l'armée chinoise et ayant travaillé à Paris pour Natalie Barney, de qui elle était, évidemment, aussi l'amante:

“22 avril 1943, Paris. J'étais arrêtée devant le buste de Molière. ‘Halt, Polizei!’ J'étais ravie au monde.”

“Ravensbrück, 1944. Je vais chanter avec les Françaises, comme autrefois les troubadours dans les châteaux. [...] Soudain, une voix appelle dans le brouhaha: ‘Chantez-nous donc Butterfly!’ [...] L’émotion coule sur ma peau...une joie dionysiaque [m'envahit]. Battements de mains. Deux bras me serrent, deux baisers sur ma joue. Butterfly est devant moi. Ses cheveux noirs, sa peau d’ivoire, ses yeux obliques. Nadine. Elle dit: ‘Le bon Dieu a été chic pour nous ce soir!’”

“10 janvier 1945, Ravensbrück. Je rentre de la corvée de charbon, épuisée, mes jambes molles. Je verrai Nadine tout à l’heure. Je me suis attachée à elle. J’ai pris l’habitude de chercher du regard ses cheveux noirs sous le foulard blanc, et ses yeux qui s’éclairent à ma vue...Je monte à ton lit du troisième étage. Tu y es heureusement seule, ce qui est rare dans ce camp. Mi-couchées, mi-accoudées, nous parlons. Moi de mon enfance, du jardin de ma grand-mère…de musique, de mes concerts. Toi de la Chine. Du Grand Hôtel de Pékin et des ses fastes, ou de ta vie chez Natalie Barney dans son salon de la rue Jacob. Tu fais de singuliers projets où il est question de caviar et de champagne que nous attendons au retour d’une soirée parfaitement brillante. Cela me fait rire. Plus tard, si je reviens dans la vie, je reverrais cette nuit. Je te reverrai, Nadine, au bras de qui je m’appuyais. Ce bras que je sens chaque jour plus maigre sous le vêtement rayé. Nadine, y aura-t-il jamais une vie pour nous?”

“Là-haut, couronnant la montagne, le camp. Mauthausen, antichambre de l’enfer. Nous descendons un escalier géant de 186 marches taillées dans la roche. C’est la carrière, notre tombeau. L'air sent le typhus et le cadavre. [...] Où es-tu? Toi, qui m’a aidée à vivre?”

“18 avril 1945. La mort règne...Je cours après ton souvenir, de toutes mes forces. Je revois ta silhouette si familière, ton visage aux traits fins. Je revois ton regard sérieux, dont tu tournais vers moi seule l’intense expression mystérieuse. Attends-moi. Je dois te revoir.”

Ayant perdu Nadine de vue à Ravensbrück lors de sa mutation au camp de déportation le plus strict et violent (Mauthausen), Nelly ajoute à sa libération:

“Juillet 1945. Seule sur le balcon où j’attendais ton retour. Je rêve qu’un jour peut-être, tu viendras frapper à ma porte. J’aurais une longue robe de cretonne claire. La chambre sera toute baignée de clarté. J’ouvrirai ma porte et je te verrai debout dans la pénombre.”

Par une chance incroyable, Nadine, elle aussi, survit, est libérée et la retrouve. Nadine envoie une carte postale à Claire (nom de guerre de Nelly) en février 1946:

“Mon amour, où es-tu? Sache seulement que je ne cesse de penser à toi. Tu es dans mon cœur, et dans mon âme. Je donnerais ma vie pour te revoir ne fut-ce que 24 heures. Claire, à genoux je te demande de m’écrire. Puisse Dieu, qui nous a donné la chance de franchir déjà cette étape, nous accorder la faveur de la poursuivre encore longtemps. Je t'aime comme jamais.”

Elle se retrouvent et s'empressent de déménager à Caracas, d'où Nadine filme et photographie leur vie commune. Elles ne se quittent plus jusqu'à la mort de Nadine en 1972.

“Octobre 1972. Oh ma chère camériste, ta pierre est placée. Cela tu le sais, si tu peux encore savoir quelque chose. Pourquoi l’envie me reprend-elle d’écrire un journal? Je sais que c’est morbide. Car il ne faut pas se dissimuler que c’est là ce que je fais, t’écrire. Mais est-ce ma faute si chaque geste que je fais, chaque objet que je touche, évoque tes mains, ta silhouette. Personne pour juger de ma nouvelle robe, personne pour me la fermer. Je t’attends, comme si tu étais en voyage.”

#nelly & nadine #nelly and nadine #nelly mousset-vos #nadine hwang #nadine huong #nadine huang #lesbian history #lesbianism #lesbianisme #archives lesbiennes #histoire lesbienne #résistance #natalie barney #natalie clifford barney

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insecateur · 2 years ago

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I'll be standing tall (La Maison-Dieu)

A 10 songs bilingual Sycamore/Lysandre playlist (in honor of Pokémon X&Y's 10th anniversary)

(Unfortunately, I don't use Spotify, so you'll have to make do with this YouTube playlist or look for the songs yourself. But do look under the read more for Lyrics Excerpts and all of that.)

Why a bilingual playlist? Well because I'm a bilingual guy, for a start, and because my experience with Pokémon X&Y in general and this ship in particular has always been bilingual as well (even trilingual, arguably.) I wanted to put together some of my favorite songs in English for them and introduce English-speaking fans to some of my favorite French songs for them, too. A lot of those songs are songs I've quoted, mentioned, or even used as inspiration for art and fic.

(Why is Augustine on the English side and Lysandre on the French side? Because I thought Lysandre would be offended at the idea of being on the English side while Augustine wouldn't care about it as much.)

SIDE A: ENGLISH

Sunburn by Muse

He burns like the sun And I can't look away And he'll burn our horizons Make no mistakes

This is the classic, quintessential PRFR song for me. Its only crime is that it's het, sung from the point of a view of a man singing about a woman. That pesky little detail cannot stop me, however.

Without You I'm Nothing by Placebo (feat David Bowie)

I'm unclean, a libertine And every time you vent your spleen I seem to lose the power of speech You're slipping slowly from my reach You grow me like an evergreen You've never seen the lonely me at all

Do I even need to say anything about this? I listen to this song when I need to make myself Suffer thinking about them. Oh to be unable to bring yourself to say something about your beloved friend's downward spiral...

Hardest of Hearts by Florence + the Machine

Darling heart, I loved you from the start But you'll never know what a fool I've been Darling heart, I loved you from the start But that's no excuse for the state I'm in

My friend sent me this song saying it was about them and they were RIGHT. Shout-out to my friend for that. I like how it can be alternating POV, too.

Changes by The Happy Fits

I try to run away but I find myself, again Stuck in the same place Who will I be today? I can't control the world or change it

This one was suggested by @jonphaedrus and I'm really happy I could have its contribution in here as well. This is very meaningful to me.

Celebrate by Metric

Even the darkest hour soon will be over My friend, it will be over

I couldn't not put a Metric song in there! It was tough finding the right one... But I thought putting a more optimistic spin would be nice, too. I actually associate this song with SLaWCS specifically as well, which is a nice touch.

SIDE B: FRENCH

Pâle Septembre by Camille

Mâle si tendre Au début de novembre Devint sourd aux avances de l'amour Mais quel mal me prit De m'éprendre de lui ?

Did you know? This song is the reason why I associate Lysandre with the Tower arcana. Or at least, it's what put the idea into my brain first. This one is also a quintessential PRFR song for me.

7 Vies by Kyo

La vue est magnifique Contemple-la tant que tu peux La lumière alcaline Le bien, l'ennemi du mieux Tant que le temps défile Tout doit se vivre à deux Je pratique le langage des signes Et celui du feu

I think I should be allowed to include some more vibes songs in there, although I'd argue this one fits them well. It's a bit abstract, but it fits.

Tout donner by Maître Gims

Tu es ma maladie Ma guérison quand tu l'décides Mes nuits s'illuminent J'en confonds le jour et la nuit

A desperate, self-destructive pining song... What else could a man want in this world. It's very tasty. I think about those lines way too often.

Aimer à mort by Louane

L'espoir qui joue, le feu, le froid Un souffle au cou, baiser de roi Pour nous reprendre, pour nous défendre Pour se comprendre chaque fois

Another intense but more optimistic one. I want to believe... I want them to believe as well...

Rouge Ardent by Axelle Red

As-tu trouvé, dans les feux, dans les flammes Ton idéal rouge ardent As-tu froid As-tu peur de l'aurore Tu disais "tout s'évapore" Tu as eu tort

It's a song about being in love with a failed idealist. And also the color red is there. What more can I say. (Also, this time it's originally a het song from the POV of a woman singing about a man, which ties it all neatly together, I think.)

Happy 10th anniversary to all my fellow shippers, young and old, new and ancient, whether you were in the trenches with me back in October 2013 on this webbed site or you joined us in 2021 with the Pokémon Masters revival, thank you for loving them always. Here's to loving them more and more in the future, and here's to the Pokémon X&Y remakes as they become clearer and clearer on the horizon. (And maybe we'll get a Legends game, too? Wouldn't that be something...)

#pokemon #pokemon xy #lysandre #professor sycamore #perfectworldshipping #samart

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