#soin and friends

[rand0m-madness]

he spinning!

[mirohlayo]

FRENCH LOVE

( French is romantic, at least when you understand it. )

warning : fluff

note : I had to write in my native language at least once

word count : 683

Charles came to take a seat next to you, on the empty spot on the sofa. His eyes admired you with such a special and indescribable depth, that you couldn't describe what feeling he felt deep inside when he laid his eyes on you. “Have you finished your report?” His arm naturally came to rest on the edge of the sofa, moving closer to you, his fingers brushing the tip of your shoulder. “Yes, for today.” You try as best you can to hide your embarrassment by turning off your laptop.

“Viens ici, mon coeur” (come here, sweetheart) You didn't understand these words, only you quickly understood their meaning when Charles opened his arms wide so that you could snuggle into them. So with a light and beating heart, you settled comfortably into his comforting embrace. “Tu es tellement belle et ravissante comme ça” (you look so beautiful and lovely like that)

You didn't know what he was talking about, what words he was careful to use. After all, you don't understand the French language. But his perfect smile and bright eyes made you understand that it was probably something positive. So, you smiled at him in turn, although you didn't know the meaning of his sentence.

Several minutes, warm and peaceful, passed like this. His hand wandered quietly through your hair, plunging you a little deeper into a well deserved sleep. "J'aurai aimé prendre soin de toi ainsi... mais pas juste en tant que meilleur ami. En tant que copain" (I wish I could take care of you like that...but not just as your best friend. But as your boyfriend). His voice drummed strangely loud in your ears.

You sat up slightly so you could look at him, a questioning look fixed on your face. Your expression made him chuckle softly, and his fingers came up to sweep away a strand of hair. "Heureusement que tu ne comprends pas ce que je dis" (Luckily you don’t understand what I’m saying.). Your eyebrows suddenly furrowed, perplexed by how he always spoke in French when he was around you.

"What did you say ?". You could only blurt out these few words, a sign of your incomprehension of the language he used. A glint of sadness moved discreetly behind his pupils, before he drifted his gaze behind you. “I said… fortunately you don’t understand what I say when I speak French.”

You tilted your head slightly, confused. "Why ?". Your eyes begged him to answer you without you even realizing it. He looked away again, feeling insecure. “You will certainly never see me the same way again…” His sentence is only a slight sigh, which nevertheless managed to reach your ears.

Your hands were now intertwined with his, while he showed a saddened expression. “You will always be the most important person in my life, Charles.” His eyes searched yours, perhaps to find hope and courage there. "Even though I love you? Not like your best friend. I love you, I'm in love with you. So much in love that I'm losing my mind."

He pauses for a moment before continuing slowly. “I was trying to be obvious because French is a romantic language, but I think it failed.” He scratches the back of his neck embarrassed. “Completely failed, I was wondering when you were finally going to explain to me what those sentences meant.” A laugh escapes your throat as he looks at you tenderly, a smile on his lips.

“So, can you translate the sentences you said to me?” Your eyebrows raised curiously, while Charles' cheeks turned a pretty pink. He clears his throat loudly. "Oh uh.. I was just saying that you are incredibly beautiful, lovely, very intelligent and just... adorable." You couldn’t help but kiss the corner of his lips softly, your heart racing.

“So if you were to say that, I think I could get used to listening to you speak French.” Charles laughed softly, cupping your face, placing his sweetest kiss on your lips. "Je t'aime". These words now sounded obvious to you. “I love you too, Charles.”

[onlyonetifosi]

Hey, could you write something for Valentine’s day in Behind the camera please 🫶

Bonus behind the camera -> Valentine's day especial

lets pretend Carla and Arthur are still together (i loved them, i miss them) and that Lorenzo and Charlotte are engaged

series masterlist my main masterlist

The sun had just begun to illuminate the picturesque streets of Monaco as Yn woke up to the sweet aroma of breakfast in bed. She rubbed her eyes, smiling as she saw Joris, her boyfriend and childhood best friend, placing a tray filled with delicious treats on her lap

"Joyeuse Saint-Valentin, ma belle," Joris greeted, presenting her with a tray laden with heart-shaped pancakes, fresh fruits, and a steaming cup of coffee.

"Bon matin, ma belle," Joris greeted, leaning in to give Yn a tender kiss on the cheek.

"Good morning, my love," Yn replied, her heart fluttering at the endearment. She couldn't believe how lucky she was to have Joris in her life. This looks amazing, you're spoiling me already" Yn exclaimed, giving him a sweet kiss.

As they enjoyed their breakfast, Yn and Joris spoke of plans for the day. Little did Yn know, Joris had arranged a surprise spa day for them.

"J'ai réservé une journée au spa pour nous deux, mon amour," Joris revealed with a twinkle in his eye. (I've booked a day at the spa for us, my love.)

Yn's eyes lit up with excitement. "C'est parfait! Merci, Joris!" (That's perfect! Thank you, Joris!)

After a relaxing spa experience and a luxurious massage and some time in the sauna, they felt refreshed and ready for the rest of their day. 

As they relaxed in the spa's thermal pools, Yn sighed contentedly. "C'est vraiment le paradis, Jo." (It's truly paradise, Jo)

Joris chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from Yn's face. "Je suis heureux que tu apprécies, mon cœur." (I'm glad you're enjoying it)

The couple returned home for a cozy afternoon nap. Wrapped in each other's arms, they exchanged sweet nothings, cherishing the simple pleasure of being together.

"Wake up, sleepyhead. Let's enjoy the city, ma chérie." Joris whispered as Yn stirred from her nap

"Alright, let's go" Yn looked at him with sleepy eyes but agreed

Upon waking, they decided to take a leisurely stroll around Monaco. Hand in hand, they wandered through the charming streets of Monaco, taking in the breathtaking views of the Mediterranean. Yn's favorite boutiques beckoned, and they stopped for coffee at her beloved café.

"Mon amour, j'adore passer du temps avec toi." (My love, I adore spending time with you.) Joris whispered, intertwining his fingers with Yn's

"Et moi aussi, Jojo. C'est une journée parfaite." (And me too. It's a perfect day)

As evening approached, Yn and Joris joined her family for a Valentine's Day dinner. The Leclerc household buzzed with laughter and joy as they all gathered around the table.

"Bonsoir, ma sœur! Joyeuse Saint-Valentin!" Charles exclaimed, kissing Yn on both cheeks.

"Bonsoir, Charlie! Joyeuse Saint-Valentin à toi aussi," Yn replied, returning the gesture.

The dinner table was filled with lively conversations, as they all shared stories and laughter. 

As they sat around the table, Lorenzo had an announcement.

"Nous avons une grande nouvelle à partager," he said, holding Charlotte's hand. (We have some big news to share.)

Yn's eyes widened as Charlotte showed off her engagement ring. "Nous allons nous marier!" Lorenzo announced happily. (We are getting married!)

The room erupted in cheers and congratulations. Yn hugged her brother and soon-to-be sister-in-law, genuinely happy for them.

Yn stole glances at her older brother Charles, happy to see him so content with his girlfriend, Alexandra.

"Je suis tellement heureux pour toi, Cha," Yn said, expressing her happiness for her brother. (I am so happy for you, Charles.)

"Merci, Yn. Et toi, Joris, prends bien soin de ma sœur, d'accord?" Charles playfully warned Joris. (Thank you, Yn. And you, Joris, take good care of my sister, okay?)

Joris nodded with a smile, "Bien sûr, Charles. Toujours." (Of course, Charles. Always.)

The night concluded with shared desserts, laughter, and a feeling of warmth that only family and true love could bring. As Yn and Joris exchanged glances, they knew that this Valentine's Day would be etched in their hearts forever.

taglist: @love4lando@gcldtom@im-mi@hiireadstuff@celesteblack08@reblog-princess@sunf1ower16@janeholt3@athena-artemis-dorian-gray@minkyungseokie

[ynbabe]

Fake texts au- pt.13 bffs with the rookies+ Home alone in Monaco

Guys, who do you think the main pair should be? Cause we still have one contender yet to be revealed 😈

| Masterlist |

Arthurs P.O.V-

He walked out the door to grab your bags from the trunk of his car, when he heard the door open behind him, he thought it was Y/n so he turned around to tease the girl, "Miss me already- Oh Lorenzo!" He was surprised by the presence of his oldest brother.

His older brother looked at him weirdly but then walked up to the trunk where he was, leaning on it, "Arthur, nous devons parler," (Arthur, we need to talk,) He said, making me confused, talk about what?

He shifted again, seemingly uncomfortable, "Écoute, maman m'a demandé de te parler-" (Listen, mom asked me to talk to you-), I interrupted him too tired to have a proper conversation, I just wanted to get in the house and have dinner and talk with Y/n.

"de quoi, enzo," (what, enzo,)

"à propos de ton ami," (about your friend,)

"What about y/n?" I was even more confused now, enzo never spoke to me about Ollie, it was only that one embarrassing talk with Maman.

"Are you sure she's just a friend?" He asked making me groan, why this AGAIN. It's not like the media will leave us alone and now Maman and Lorenzo too?

"Yes, she's just a friend, Lorenzo, we're all just friends, this like Maman and Ollie all over again," I complained and cringed as Enzo raised his brow, he was definitely going to gossip with Maman about this.

"Are you sure? and are you sure you can trust her?" what the hell?

"Enzo of course, what the fuck!" Why would he even ask me that? She's been there for me through thick and thin, even when I couldn't talk to Enzo or Charlie or Maman, I could talk to her and she'd find a way to make it better.

"Arthur, not everyone has the best intentions, it's happened to Charlie many times-" How could he?!

"WELL I'M NOT CHARLIE," I couldn't stop my voice from rising, why would my brother even say something like that? My accent thickened, even if I had been media-trained, it crept up sometimes, too thick to understand when I was angry or sad, or even excited. Right now, I was definitely angry.

"J'essaie juste de prendre soin de toi," ( I'm just trying to take care of you,) he kept explaining but I was done.

"Well don't, je ne suis pas un enfant," (I'm not a child,) with that, he turned around and opened the trunk making him move away from it.

Just as I had yelled out at Lorenzo, Charles walked out of the house, he looked between the both of us confused and then walked forward in realisation, helping me take out Y/n's bags he shut the trunk and jumped up to sit on it.

Great, another lecture.

"Arthur, don't roll your eyes they'll get stuck that way," he chided, as he looked at the door, shifting a little and giving Lorenzo some space to lean on the car, they'd always been closer.

"I think Maman and Alex are interrogating Y/n right now," He chuckled, but it just made me angrier, "Like how she'd made you sit through that whole lecture with Alex, huh?" he nudged Enzo's shoulder with his elbow.

"What? why?" I asked, trying not to yell at them.

"Well, because Maman was worried Alex was-" He started,

"Non, Why is Y/n getting the lecture? We aren't even dating?" I asked still not getting why everyone was so upset over me inviting my friend. I had invited many others before.

"Arthur, that's what I was trying to explain-" Enzo began but I was still mad at him,

"You keep quiet, I'm still mad at you," He stopped explaining but grumbled about something which I didn't pay attention to.

"Okay," Charles whistled, "I think we can go inside now, boys," he jumped off the trunk, passing the backpack to me, grabbing the duffle himself and leaving the heaviest bag to Enzo.

Enzo, of course, complained about being too old for this but walked off anyways, but Charles held back, slinging the duffle over his shoulder, "You know, Princie," He'd begun using the nickname to tease me after Y/n but it had stuck, "It's the way you look at her,"

"Charlie, what-"

"And the way you talk about her, did you think Maman and Enzo missed that? You were practically jumping all week to meet her." He continued making my face feel warm. It wasn't true... of course not, he behaves the same for Oscar and Logan too, yeah, definitely.

.xX*Xx.

After dinner and the small fight, both of us were too tired to stay awake and talk as we had planned, Y/n had already thrown herself on the far side of the bed, covering herself in the blanket, and I followed.

The words slipped out of my mouth before I could realise what I was saying, "Bonne nuit, chérie." Fuck.

Y/N'S P.O.V-

I woke up without being able to breathe, I opened my eyes to see Arthur lying half on me, his arm around my waist, now I knew why Logan refused to pair up with him.

"Arthur," I whispered, poking his hand, "Arthur!" I whisper-yelled, trying to shove his arm off, my oxygen depleting fast, it was now a moment of survival, "ARTHUR!" I screamed out, making him fall off the bed in surprise, finally letting me breathe.

"QUOI! ES-TU EN SÉCURITÉ?" ( WHAT! ARE YOU SAFE?), He yelled in French, reminding me just how much I didn't know the language, "Y/n?" He seemed more awake, "WHAT THE HELL! WHAT DID YOU PUSH ME?" He yelled at me.

"PUSH YOU? YOU WERE ON TOP OF ME, I COULDN'T BREATH!" I yelled back.

His face turned red, "Oh, um, sorry, oh merde-" he cursed looking at the clock on his wall, "We're so late, Maman's going to kill me!" He got off the floor quickly, running around the room to get a new change of clothes?

"Wait, what do you mean we're late?" I asked, still dazed with sleep.

"We were supposed to go out today, we were supposed to leave by 7!" It was ten now.

Shit, that made me jump out of bed, I could not be making a worse impression on Arthur's Mom and brother, especially after last night.

"Shit, shit, shit," I panicked as I opened my bags to find clothes that fit the vibe. Unfortunately, Australia was a whole different story than Monaco.

"Where's, the bathroom?" I asked.

"What?"

"Well, I can't shower here now, can I?" I responded sarcastically making him blush.

"Uh, yeah, through here," He pointed to a door in the room and I ran in, trying not to waste any time.

I got out soon, and he ran in, both too scared to anger his mother and brother.

As soon as he walked out, hair wet and shirt clinging to his body, I rushed him out of the room, "Mate, your mum's gonna think I was seducing you or some shit," I yelled as I jumped down the staircase.

I tried to pull the door open but it didn't budge, "Arthur!" I yelled out, still pulling on the door, "It's locked." I gave up, walking away.

"What? Non non non," He looked panicked, going to the side door in the kitchen and the back door, he checked all the windows on the ground floor but they were shut too.

"They forgot us," his accent thickened, "Oh my god," he rubbed his palms across his face.

"Wait, look at it this way, now we can pull this over them every time," I laughed, making him laugh as well.

"Mate, I so want to go back to bed," I grumbled, feeling sleepy already.

"Honestly, Y/n," he scoffed, walking to the kitchen as I lay on the sofa, he came back with a large bowl of cereal, passing a spoon to me and digging in with another one himself.

"Mate, is this a salad bowl?" I asked,

"Fuck if I know," he shrugged.

We finished the cereal, looking around restlessly on what to do next, "Maybe we can call one of your brothers?" I asked, turning my head to him.

"Can't find my phone, you?" He whispered back,

"Phones out of charge," I said, making him giggle, "What?" I laughed back.

"Your phone is always out of charge," He said moving his hands around,

"It's so not!" I yelled back, suddenly energized, all sleep fading away.

"Do you want to go one twitch?" He asked jumping up from the sofa, "We can go live from Charlie's account!" He suggested and ran up the stairs to Charles's room, where he had his PC set up for the holidays.

"Don't you have your own account?" I yelled after him, following him up the stairs.

"I forgot the login," he said nonchalantly.

"And you remember, Charles'?"

"Yes"

I pulled up the dresser table chair up to the PC as he logged into his brother's account and went live, immediately pulling in thousands of viewers, all spamming the chat with various degrees of CHARLES?!?! or Arthur?!? with a few people asking about me.

"Hello, Chat! It's our Twitch era," I spoke out, making Arthur laugh, which made me laugh, we had been very giggly the whole day, it was probably the sugar from the cereal.

"Yes, my brothers forgot us at home so now we are causing chaos online!" He spoke to the audience, there had been at least eighty thousand people watching.

"Okay, so first-" I called out scrolling through my apps to open Tumblr, "We're gonna go through the f1 tags on Tumblr," I smiled into the camera as the chat went haywire, some yelling 'no' in all caps, the others happy at the decision.

Arthur on the other hand was blissfully unaware, "What's Tumblr?"

I made my best evil smile to the camera and passed the phone to him, making him scream at the number of shirtless pics, edits and fanfics.

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

.xX With Charles and Lorenzo Xx.

The brothers walked along the shops, Lorenzo holding the bags that Charles and Alex had already shopped for, "Charlie, je n'en peux plus de sacs, ça suffit déjà !" (Charlie, I can't take any more bags, that's enough already!) he whined as Charles passed more bags to him.

He had shopped in two stores, Alex in five, but Charles? He had stopped by every single store, pulling Alex and Lorenzo in and sometimes even forgetting them to run in the store by himself and come out holding at least three bags.

"Demandez juste à Arthur et Y/n de le tenir," (Just ask Arthur and Y/n to hold them,) He yelled out as he walked into another shop, for glasses this time... as if he didn't have enough from his sponsors already.

He called out to Arthur, and then to Y/n when he got no answer, and then he began panicking, "ARTHUR? ARTHUR, THIS IS NOT FUNNY!" He yelled out, standing on his toes to seek out the blonde and his friend.

Alex heard him and ran out to him, Charles following suit, wearing a brand new pair of sunglasses, "Enzo, what happened?" He asked.

"I cannot find Arthur and y/n," He looked around, with wide eyes, calling out for them, "If maman finds out w lost Arthur, we. are, dead!" He hissed at Charles.

"He's not lost," Charles tried to comfort his brother, "They're probably just shopping."

"Okay, okay," He dragged his hand through his hair, "I'll call Arthur, You call Y/n," He instructed, keeping all the bags down.

"She isn't picking up," Charles declared after a few calls.

"Neither is he," Lorenzo added, they spent the rest of the day looking for their youngest sibling and his friend, Stopping only once to grab a quick bite.

"Maman is going to kill me, Charlie!" He exclaimed it was three pm now. Their mother would be home in another three hours.

"He will be fine, Enzo, they aren't children anymore," Charles shrugged, sipping on a smoothie, texting Max on his phone as his brother continued to panic, Alex had given up long ago and was now simply taking in the Leclerc family chaos, "But yes, Maman will kill you for getting her favourite kidnapped," he continued to tease.

"THEY'RE NOT KIDNAPPED," Lorenzo yelled at Charles, turning red, "I'm too old for this," he whispered as he shoved the bags he was still holding to Charles, "Hold your own bags,"

"Enzo please," Charles cried out but stopped as Lando texted him, "What the hell?" He said out loud making the other two crowd around him.

"THEY'RE AT HOME! WE FORGOT THEM AT HOME!" He cried out and ran to their car, Lorenzo got into the driver's seat as Alex and Charles shoved their bags in the trunk and jumped into the back seat together.

"Lando just texted me, They've been live on since morning!" He yelled, getting angry, "Why on my account?" He whined making Alex slap his shoulder.

"That's what you care about?" She teased him, "You are such a middle child, Charles," She laughed and sat back.

They reached the house in record time, almost impossibly fast.

Lorenzo parked and ran to open the door quickly, Charles right behind him, ran in and up to his room, "WE WERE SO WORRIED"

"PUTAIN," Lorenzo yelled at Charles and threw a pillow at him, "You were drinking a smoothie and I was going mad looking for them!" He shrieked, and Charles fought back.

"Okay, Chat, I think Arthur is going to get his ass beat now, so byeeeee," Y/n yelled over the noise.

"NO I AM NOT-" Arthur began but was cut off by a pillow being thrown at him, cutting off the stream.

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f1fame NEW WAG ALERT!! Arthur Leclerc and Y/n L/n were streaming on Twitch through Charles Leclerc's account. According to the stream, she had spent the week prior with Logan and Oscar in Australia. Who could she be dating?

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username She could be just friends, ever heard of that?

username ong like leave a bitch alone 😭

username They are the cooler Twitch quartet for real your honour

username still find it kinda weird she just hangs around them the whole time doesn't she know anyone else?? username girl shut up 🙄

I wish I could stream on Twitch 😭 or even youtube idk what to do tho

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[empirearchives]

Beautiful unpublished letter from Josephine praying to Berthier to protect Napoleon

“Above all, take good care of the emperor. Make sure he doesn't expose himself too much. You are one of his oldest friends and it is on your attachment that I rely.”

Lettre de Joséphine à Berthier. Mayence, 15 octobre (1806). Une page 1/2 sur bifolio, papier doré à frise gaufrée de palmes, urnes et lauriers, in-8. "(...) ayés surtout bien soin de l'empereur. faites qu'il ne s'expose pas trop. vous êtes un de ses plus anciens amis et c'est sur votre attachement que je me repose.(...)"

Source: Sotheby’s — Une famille et Napoléon, Collections du Maréchal Berthier, Prince de Wagram

[empiredesimparte]

Oliver: The Polytechnique ball thinks big! Napoléon V: I suggested the Garnier Opera to the school president. You've got to have a bit of fun!

Oliver: How did your honeymoon go? Napoléon V: Very well, thank you. It was strange to be cut off from the world, away from all the hustle and bustle of Paris.

Oliver: Good! You needed a rest. By the way, I thought it would please Hortense to have an estate in Francesim, so that we could visit you from time to time. Napoléon V: That's a good idea, I like knowing that my twin sister won't be too far away from us.

Oliver: Of course, don't worry, I'll look after her… That is, if you agree, officially Napoléon V: Officially, so that's it?

Oliver: Yes, I've been ready for several months now. I'm sorry again for all the trouble I've caused you, it wasn't… Napoléon V: Let's not talk about it any more. It's all settled. I know that Hortense will be happy with you, surely … more than with me.

Oliver: You were born to take different paths. At this time in your lives, the distance is natural. However, I believe I can echo Hortense's sentiments that she loves you dearly, no matter what and despite everything that has happened. Napoléon V: Thank you, Oliver. I'm counting on you to look after her.

⚜ Le Cabinet Noir | Paris, 17 Messidor An 230

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Napoléon V and his entourage went to the Grand Bal de l'X, organised by the École Polytechnique to celebrate the end of their year of study. The ball took place at the Opéra Garnier, and featured a number of performances including dances, fencing, a choir and many other distinguished ceremonies. It's a not-to-be-missed event for young students. During the evening, Oliver approached his friend Napoléon V to officially ask for his sister Hortense's hand in marriage. The Emperor agreed to make the engagement official.

(Thanks to @theroyalthornoliachronicles and @funkyllama for the sims deco and accessories! Oliver is a character belonging to @officalroyalsofpierreland)

⚜ Traduction française

Napoléon V et ses proches se rendent au grand bal de l'X, organisé par l'école Polytechnique pour fêter la fin d'année d'étude. Le bal se déroule à l'opéra Garnier, et donne lieu à de nombreux spectacles comme des danses, des combats d'escrimes, une chorale, et bien d'autres cérémonies distinguées. C'est le rendez-vous immanquable des jeunes étudiants. Durant la soirée, Oliver approche son ami Napoléon V pour lui demander officiellement la main d'Hortense, sa soeur. L'Empereur accepte d'officialiser les fiançailles.

Oliver : Le bal de Polytechnique voit les choses en grand ! Napoléon V : J’ai proposé l’opéra Garnier au président de l’école. Il faut bien s’amuser un peu !

Oliver : Et ta lune de miel alors, ça s’est bien passé ? Napoléon V : Très bien, merci. C’était étrange d’être coupés du monde, loin de toute l’agitation parisienne.

Oliver : Tant mieux! Tu avais besoin de repos. À propos, j’ai pensé que cela ferait plaisir à Hortense d’avoir un domaine en Francesim, pour que l’on puisse vous rendre visite de temps en temps. Napoléon V : C’est une bonne idée, j’aime savoir que ma jumelle ne sera pas trop éloignée de nous.

Oliver : Bien sûr, ne t’en fais pas, je prendrai soin d’elle… Enfin, si tu y consens, officiellement Napoléon V : Officiellement, alors ça y est ?

Oliver : Oui, cela fait plusieurs mois que je suis prêt. Encore désolé pour tous les ennuis que j’ai pu t’attirer, ce n’était pas… Napoléon V : N’en parlons plus. C’est réglé. Je sais que Hortense sera heureuse avec toi, sûrement … plus qu’avec moi

Oliver : Vous êtes nés pour prendre des chemins différents. À ce moment de votre vie, la distance est naturelle, mais je crois pouvoir me faire l'écho des sentiments d'Hortense qui t'aime tendrement, quoi qu'il arrive et en dépit de tout ce qui s'est passé. Napoléon V : Merci Oliver. Je compte sur toi, pour veiller sur elle.

[tiredsn0w]

Just a quick doodle I did for a friend. I'm very surprised at the amount of support the little WIP I posted got! And on my first ever posted art of the game! Thank you FAItH community for being so welcoming... I will definitely be posting more of my art of them because of it... I have many things lined up.

Happy 36th anniversary to Amy Martin's Exorcism! (If it's still the 21st in your timezone. I'm posting this late I know.)

Below the cut is the speech typed out with a translation.

Fr. Garcia: Hijo... you really need to be taking better care of yourself. John Ward: I'm okay... you don't need to worry about me so much... Fr. Garcia: I don't think that's true, hijo.

Père Garcia: Hijo... t'as vraiment besoin de prendre soin de toi. John Ward: Je vais bien... vous n'avez pas besoin de vous occuper de moi autant... Père Garcia: Je ne pense pas que c'est vrai, hijo.

[chic-a-gigot]

Mon journal favori, no. 79, 8 janvier 1933, Paris. L'heure du thé. Bibliothèque nationale de France

Voici le moment agréable de la journée où les visites et les courses diverses sont finies. L'heure où quelques amies vont venir prendre une tasse de thé et égrener chacune les mille et un potins recueillis chez la modiste ou chez la couturière. On parlera toilette, n'est-il pas vrai?

Aussi madame a-telle veillé avec un soin jaloux à ce que sa grâce naturelle soit parée avec le meilleur goût. Et ses amies admireren! le charme de cette jolie robe.

This is the pleasant time of the day when the visits and various errands are over. The time when a few friends will come and have a cup of tea and each recount the thousand and one pieces of gossip they've gathered from the milliner's or the seamstress's. We'll talk about toilets, right?

So madame saw to it with jealous care that her natural grace was adorned with the best taste. And her friends admire it! the charm of this pretty dress.

[promises-of-paradise]

Paul Gavarni and the Junots

A portrait of Constance Aubert, née Junot d'Abrantès, by Paul Gavarni, December 1839.

In the appendix of a biography of Laure Junot sent to me by my friend @apurpledust, I found some poems and an article by the French writer and illustrator Paul Gavarni relating to the Junot family. Laure Junot and her daughters Josephine and Constance were all published writers, and inhabited the same artistic social circle that Gavarni did.

Article by Gavarni about the last volume of the second edition of "Memoirs of the Duchess d'Abrantès", published after her death:

original French:

Nous voici arrivés à la dernière page de ces mémoires d'une grande dame écrits par une femme artiste: livre dans lequel se confondent deux célébrités, dont chacune aurait suffi à bien des ambitions. Et quelque frappé qu'on soit d'une organisation si riche, on l'est plus encore du sentiment de dignité personnelle qui la soutint et la développa. Mme d'Abrantés a été un exemple bien rare de cette véritable grandeur que les événements ne sauraient atteindre. Un orage emporte un empire autour d'elle, puis les années viennent; elle a perdu presque un trône; et cependant elle est restée le front élevé au-dessus de la foule. Voilà ce que trouveront d'abord dans les livres qu'elle a faits ceux qui cherchent la vie sous ses beaux aspects. Lisez! Pétillante d'esprit, jolie femme, avec ce grand nom, cette couronne ducale, tout cet or, toute cette gloire, de combien d'hommages, et de quels hommages a dû être entourée la jeune duchesse d'Abrantés! Et il lui a falla se résigner à perdre tout cela, et, tout cela perdu, trouver dans la supériorité de son intelligence une consolation pour tant de regrets! et se faire à cinquante ans une nouvelle vie! une autre gloire! A-t-on bien songé à ce qu'il y avait de vraie noblesse dans ce courage? Nous ne saurions contester celle-là, nous autres artistes, nés du peuple, si fiers de notre aristocratie parce qu'elle vient de nous, mais qui voyons tant de noblesse dans le travail. Mme d'Abrantès travaillait comme pas un de nous ne le pourrait faire. Elle n'écrivait pas seulement quatre fois autant qu'un homme de lettres, elle dessinait encore, elle jouait la comédie, elle composait de la musique; ou bien elle bêchait les fleurs de son jardin, ou classait son herbier, ou même brodait quelques tapisseries. Faut-il joindre à ces travaux les soins du monde, les visites dont elle était assiégée tout le jour, les longues causeries du soir, une correspondance affairée, pour admirer cette existence si prodigieusement active! Voilà de quelles louables choses fut remplie la seconde moitié de cette vie douée de renommées si di-verses. Les jours de la duchesse avaient été brillants, sans doute ; mais ceux-ci n'étaient-ils pas aussi glorieux pour l'auteur de l'Amirante de Castille? Ne devait-elle pas voir avec un bien légitime orgueil se presser autour d'elle ce jeune essaim d'artistes dont elle était devenue la reine? Ces potes diront que c'était une abeille d'or arrachée au manteau de l'Empire et tombée au milieu de nous. Aussi les hommes qui se réunissaient d'habitude chez la duchesse d'Abrantès étaient-ils de deux âges et de deux sortes: des hommes à cheveux blancs portant des noms faits avec des batailles gagnées, et des hommes nés avec le siècle et se faisant des noms avec des livres, des opéras ou des peintures. On la voyait sourire à ces deux aristocraties qui la revendiquaient à titre égal, et dont elle était également honorée. Je me rappelle aujourd'hui un mot charmant qu'elle dit un soir à propos de ces doubles affections : le vieux M. Suchet, le frère du duc d'Albuféra, était venu souffrant ce soir-là se mettre dans le coin d'un petit salon où elle accourut inquiète de lui, s'écriant: "C'est que j'aime bien mes vieux amis, moi!" Puis, elle se retourna vers quelques uns de nous autres, et nous tendant la main, comme pour nous empêcher d'être jaloux, elle ajouta: "Et mes jeunes aussi, au moins !" Nous l'aimions tous; jeunes et vieux, nous nous sommes acheminés vers Chaillot pour lui faire une triste et dernière visite, un dernier cortège, et nous l'avons ramenee jusqu'au cimetière de Montmartre: là, quand on nous a eu jeté un peu de terre sur ce cercueil qui nous a pris à jamais cette bonne amie, pour toute oraison funèbre nous avons pleuré.

English translation:

Here we have arrived at the last page of these memoirs of a great lady written by a woman artist: a book in which two celebrities merge, each of which would have sufficed for many ambitions. And as struck as we are by such a rich organization, we are even more struck by the feeling of personal dignity which sustained and developed it. Madame d'Abrantés was a very rare example of this true greatness that events could not achieve. A storm carries away an empire around it, then the years come; she lost almost a throne; and yet she remained with her forehead raised above the crowd. This is what those who seek life in its beautiful aspects will first find in the books she wrote. Read! Sparkling in spirit, a pretty woman, with this great name, this ducal crown, all this gold, all this glory, with how many tributes, and with what tributes the young Duchess of Abrantés must have been surrounded! And she had to resign herself to losing all this, and, having lost all this, find in the superiority of her intelligence a consolation for so many regrets! and make a new life at fifty! another glory! Have we thought carefully about the true nobility in this courage? We cannot dispute this, we artists, born of the people, so proud of our aristocracy because it comes from us, but who see so much nobility in the work. Madame d'Abrantès worked as none of us could do. She not only wrote four times as much as a man of letters, she also drew, she acted, she composed music; or she dug the flowers in her garden, or classified her herbarium, or even embroidered a few tapestries. Must we add to these works the cares of the world, the visits with which she was besieged all day long, the long evening chats, a busy correspondence, to admire this existence so prodigiously active! These are the laudable things the second half of this life endowed with such diverse fame was filled with. The duchess's days had been brilliant, no doubt; but were these not also glorious for the author of the Amirante de Castille? Shouldn't she have seen with legitimate pride crowding around her this young swarm of artists of whom she had become the queen? These friends will say that it was a golden bee torn from the mantle of the Empire and fallen among us. Also the men who usually gathered at the Duchess of Abrantès' house were of two ages and of two kinds: white-haired men with names born from battles won, and men born with the century and becoming names with books, operas or paintings. We saw her smile at these two aristocracies who claimed her as equals, and by whom she was equally honored. Today I remember a charming remark that she said one evening about these double affections: old Mr. Suchet, the brother of the Duke of Albufera, had come unwell that evening to sit in the corner of a small living room where she runs worried about him, exclaiming: “It’s because I really like my old friends!” Then she turned to some of us, and holding out her hand, as if to stop us from being jealous, she added: “And my young ones too, at least!” We all loved him; young and old, we headed towards Chaillot to pay her a sad and last visit, a last procession, and we took her back to the cemetery of Montmartre: there, when we had a little earth thrown on this coffin which forever took this good friend from us, for every funeral oration we cried.

Below the cut are two poems written by Paul Gavarni on the album of Constance Aubert, the second daughter of Laure and Jean-Andoche Junot:

The first poem:

original French:

Les Rêves.

Quel autre monde rêvez-vous? Et que voulait votre âme errante? Loin d'un présent qui désenchante, Où sont vos pensers les plus doux?

Quels chants vous sont mélodieux? Qu'attend la foi qui vous est chère? Et de quel autel solitaire Voyez-vous le ciel de vos dieux?

Si, de beaux jours trop inconstants Vous avez vu venir l'automne, Pour les roses d'une couronne Regrettez-vous quelques printemps?

Où votre âme dans le lointain, Voit-elle un ange sur la route? La magique voix qu'elle écoute Lui dit-elle: "hier" ou "demain"?

Votre orgueil était-il jaloux Du faste des rois de la terre? Et sur un trône imaginaire En secret vous endormez-vous?

Livrez-vous de vastes Etats A des conquêtes idéales? Rêvez-vous l'éclat des cymbales, La palme ou la mort des combats?

Flattant de plus humbles désirs, Peut-être une muse pensive De quelque image fugitive Rajeunit-elle vos loisirs...

Mais, au charme du souvenir, Tout ce qu'on a se décolore: Le passé, que son prisme dore, Brille aux dépens de l'avenir.

Laissez le poète chanter Des plaisirs où son luth convie: Il prodigue à rêver la vie Le temps qu'il a de la goûter.

Dans les plis d'un manteau royal L'ennui s'enveloppe et se cache, Et, dans les combats, le sang tache Les panneaux du char triomphal.

Un moment peut éterniser Les regrets que laisse une idole Dont la scintillante auréole S'évapore au premier baiser.

Mais l'amour, ce léger sommeil, Ce rêve d'un jour vaut la vie... Et qu'importe à l'âme ravie Ce qu'en peut coûter le réveil?

English translation:

The Dreams

What other world do you dream of? And what did your wandering soul want? Far from a disenchanting present, Where are your sweetest thoughts?

What songs are melodious to you? What does the faith that is dear to you await? And from what lonely altar Do you see the sky of your gods?

If, beautiful days too fickle You saw autumn coming, For the roses of a crown Do you regret some spring?

Where you soul in the distance, Does she see an angel on the road? The magical voice she listens to Did she tell him: "yesterday" or "tomorrow"?

Was your pride jealous Of the splendour of the kings of the earth? And on an imaginary throne Do you fall asleep in secret?

Do you deliver vast states To ideal conquests? Do you dream of the brilliance of cymbals, The palm or the death of combat?

Flattering the humblest desires, Perhaps a pensive muse Of some fleeting image Rejuvenates your leisure...

But, to the charm of memory, Everything we have is fading, The past, that its prism gilds, Shines at the expense of the future.

Let the poet sing Of pleasures where the lute is suitable: He lavishes on dreaming of life The time he has to taste it.

In the folds of a royal cloak Boredom wraps itself up and hides, And, in the battles, blood stains The panels of the triumphant chariot.

A moment can last forever The regrets that an idol leaves Whose sparkling halo Evaporates with the first kiss.

But love, this light sleep, This one-day dream is worth life... And what does it matter to the delighted soul What can waking up cost?

The second poem:

original French:

La Pie de la Prison

Du grain qu'ils ont semé, laissez la fleur éclore. Allez! Margot; la loi leur a permis des fleurs. Eh! quoi, méchant oiseau, vous revenez encore De ce triste jardin becqueter les primeurs!

N'en privez pas au moins leurs jours que rien n'abrège; Les ans laissent ici de bien longues saisons, Margot, et de l'hiver ils n'ont eu que la neige; N'allez pas du printemps leur ôter les bourgeons;

Et qu'au moins du soleil un bouquet les console. Demain, le savez-vous! ils attendraient en vain Ce printemps qu'aujourd'hui votre audace leur vole. Margot, les prisonniers vous donnent de leur pain!

Comme cet oiseau noir il est une pensée Qu'ici le malheureux apporte avec ses jours, Qu'il nourrit et son âme et qui, toujours chassée, Dès qu'il voudrait sourire, hélas! revient toujours.

C'est le deuil qui le suit, c'est la voix qui le raille, C'est le regret qui veut de son moindre bonheur; Tourment qui de son lit a remué la paille Et out le bec aigu lui cherche au fond du cœur.

C'est la faim d'être libre. Un oiseau mord la cage; Vous voulez à la vôtre attacher un roseau, Souvenir des jardins dont vous aimiez l'ombrage, Amis, et vous coupez les ailes d'un oiseau!

English translation:

The Prison Magpie

From the seed they sowed, let the flower bloom. Come on! Margot; the law allowed them flowers. Hey! what, wicked bird, you come back again From this sad garden to peck at the early fruits!

Do not deprive them at least of their days which nothing shortens; The years leave many long seasons here, Margot, and all they had in winter was snow; Do not go and remove their buds in the spring;

And may at least a bouquet console them from the sun. Tomorrow, do you know! they would wait in vain This spring that today your audacity steals from them. Margot, the prisoners give you their bread!

Like this black bird, there is a thought That the unfortunate brings here with his days, Which he nourishes and his soul and which, always chased away, As soon as he would like to smile, alas! always comes back.

It is mourning that follows him, it is the voice that mocks him, It is regret that wants his least happiness; Torment which from its bed stirred the straw And the sharp beak searches the depths of his heart.

It's the hunger to be free. A bird bites the cage; You want to attach a reed to yours, Remembrance of those gardens whose shade you loved, Friends, and you clip the wings of a bird!

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[lacesconfidences]

Découvert !

Je vais vous partager ici un moment intime qui m'a attiré des moqueries et de l'incompréhension...

J'étais étudiant, j'avais mon logement, et depuis maintenant plusieurs années, je m'achetais mes culottes. Elles étaient féminines, avec de la dentelle, du satin... et je les portais au quotidien. J'avais pris soin aussi de m'acheter un lot de "Sloggi" pas trop féminines que je portais pour faire du sport.

J'allais de temps en temps à la piscine avec les copains et cela ne me posait pas de problème, je trouvais toujours une cabine individuelle pour me changer en toute discrétion.

Sauf, qu'une fois, je ne sais plus pour quelle raison, les cabines n'étaient pas disponibles et il m'a fallu partager les vestiaires collectifs.

Pour le déshabillage, j'ai réussi à me faire discret, prétextant avoir perdu mes clefs à l'accueil, je me suis changé lorsque les autres avaient quitté le vestiaire.

Lors de notre retour du bain, il n'en a pas été de même. J'ai tenté tant bien que mal d'enfiler discrètement ma culotte en me cachant sous ma serviette. Mais elle est tombée ! J'étais de dos, en culotte blanche et je priais pour que personne ne remarque le petit décors de la ceinture.

Trop tard !

Un des garçons a dit tout haut : "Mais ! C'est un slip de fille ! Ma sœur a les mêmes !"

J'ai tenté de me justifier, dire que je m'étais trompé de tiroir avec ma copine du moment... Rien n'y a fait. J'ai été le sujet de toutes les moqueries possibles.

Depuis ce jour là, j'ai changé de copains car aucun ne m'a compris, et je ne suis plus jamais retourné à la piscine sans m'assurer de la disponibilité des cabines.

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DISCOVERED !

I'm going to share with you here an intimate moment that attracted mockery and incomprehension…

I was a student, I had my accommodation, and for several years now, I had been buying my underwear. They were feminine, with lace, satin… and I wore them every day. I also took care to buy myself a set of not-too-feminine “Sloggi” that I wore when doing sports.

I went to the swimming pool with friends from time to time and that didn't pose a problem for me, I always found an individual cabin to change in complete discretion.

Except, once, I don't remember why, the cabins were not available and I had to share the collective changing rooms.

When undressing, I managed to be discreet, pretending to have lost my keys at reception, I changed when the others had left the locker room.

When we returned from the bath, it was not the same. I tried as best I could to discreetly put on my panties by hiding under my towel. But she fell! I was facing away, in white panties and I prayed that no one would notice the little decoration on the belt.

Too late !

One of the boys said out loud: "But! Those are girls' underwear! My sister has the same ones!"

I tried to justify myself, to say that I had gone to the wrong drawer with my current girlfriend… Nothing worked. I was the subject of every possible mockery.

Since that day, I changed friends because none of them understood me, and I never went back to the pool without checking that the cabins were available.

[rand0m-madness]

(To Tai!!) Hey buddy! What happened to your arm? It looks a little.. gone.

".. Soin said I shouldn't talk to strangers. Sorry."

Seems like you won't get an answer from him.

[v7lgar]

hii

not a question, just telling you i just sent my friend 8 audios of me ugly crying and screaming while reading "having a ghost in my bed", you're an amazing story teller !!

hope today you can have your fav drink and watch the sunset and write !

bon courage, prends soin de toi :)

such a great way to open my eyes, thank you so much! i hope u liked the end of the story :)

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Gir's adoptive older brother is a shiny Furret from Pokemon, a strawberrycowkin cattlekin KNC platonic attraction objectum pan-omnigayflux boyliker chaosflux morningboy laughcowgender strawbivadormic fraivasic fragumcorix pinwebtigender animepinkgender hyumogu genderfrol babagameic sentiensoiric strawreshmasquishic strawbycowplushic blåhajgender unistickic cutestickeric plushgender strawbflavorin strawberrian strawbplantic strawberryfoodic strawberrymilkgender strawberrygender fraidoucreic cupcakegumic lollipipen gummybounce strawchocoaesic cherryblossomgender jellybeanflavure pinkcute cutecreature adorafaun vestivir mothearn shellmasculine mascpinkic cutestboygender boycute boycuteflux trans man with depression and anxiety who uses he/him, they/them, moo/moos, straw/berrys, and cute/cutes

Moo is best friends with their Comfee' rice cooker, Lacey, who uses she/her, he/him, and they/them pronouns!

Gir's other sibling is Wu Wu from School of Fancies, an ambiamorous demisensual pan lesbian demiromantic envirenmagicalgirl magicalyippeic magisillian osmagicalgirlic magicgirlmagicausic fablegender sumoureic magicalgirlgender kaocreamagicin magiengirlic trans girl who uses she/her, he/him, and they/them pronouns!

Wu Wu's girlfriend at her high school is Akita Neru from Fanloid, a nekokin realmpunk vesiyellow demiplatonic demisensual demiqueerplatonic demiaesthetic demiaroace demibigender tripplebakagender triplebakasongic tribakasquadic nekokinic girl who uses any pronouns except for violent ones!

Gir and shiny Furret's dad is Science Sans from Undertale AUs, a realmpunk gay biohazenic genderhazard madscientistaesic oozesinkic sciragender interfaceiac purplegreenian skullthing magimasculine monster who uses any masculine and science-related pronouns! He programmed Pellops 2 and is trying to program Lacey to talk!

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[john-laurens]

In the first days of September, Müller arrived at his parents' house with his American friend [Francis Kinloch]. He had made his visit conditional on the condition that neither the return to Schaffhausen nor theology could be discussed during his stay. The promise was undoubtedly kept. Müller received the most loving reception, which also extended to his traveling companion. The noble nature of the young American might dispel certain reservations that the parents had previously had about the two young men living together. On his departure on September 6th, Müller left a tender farewell letter to his parents, and Kinloch enclosed a warm letter of thanks for the kind welcome and hospitality he had enjoyed. The friendship between him and Müller will continue, even if they are at different ends of the world. "Every young man who enters life must have some goal; I have several, and one of the main ones is to increase the happiness of my friend as much as possible, as I feel I owe to he whose example has improved my heart, and whose care cultivates my mind."

From Johannes von Müller, 1752-1809, Volume 1 by Karl Henking

The original text was in German/French and was translated with Google Translate.

Schaffhausen was Müller's hometown. As for the note about theology, Müller's father was a clergyman and had encouraged Müller to pursue theology. It appears there was a disagreement between father and son when Müller chose to pursue history instead.

Also, why does this read like a gay son anxiously bringing home his first boyfriend, and the parents don't quite understand all of it but they see that their son is happy so they're happy for him.

In den ersten Tagen des September traf Müller mit seinem amerikanischen Freunde im Elternhause ein. Er hatte seinen Besuch an die Bedingung geknüpft, daß während seines Aufenthaltes weder von der Rückkehr nach Schaffhausen noch von der Theologie gesprochen werden dürfe. Die Zusage wurde ohne Zweifel gehalten; Müller fand die liebevollste Aufnahme, die sich auch auf seinen Reisebegleiter erstreckte; das edle Wesen des jungen Amerikaners mochte gewisse Bedenken, welche die Eltern bisher gegen das Zusammenleben der beiden jungen Männer gehabt hatten, zerstreuen. Bei seiner Abreise am 6. September ließ Müller den Eltern einen zärtlichen Abschiedsbrief zurück, und Kinloch fügte einen warmen Dankbrief bei für die gütige Aufnahme und die genossene Gastfreundschaft; die Freundschaft zwischen ihm und Müller werde fortbestehen, auch wenn sie an verschiedenen Enden der Welt sich aufhalten werden. "Tout jeune homme qui entre dans la vie, doit avoir quelque but; j'en ai plusieurs, et un des principaux en est d'augmenter la félicité de mon ami autant qu'il me sera possible, comme je sens que je dois à celui dont l'exemple a amélioré mon coeur, et dont les soins cultivent mon esprit."

[laurierthefox]

SAVE PALESTINE

Bonjour à toustes !

A l'initiative de @mekdavinci et grâce au travail vérification de @lodoniri je suis Parrain de la cagnotte pour l'évacuation et les soins de Wael Al-Namla et sa famille.

Chaque famille doit débourser 5000$ par adulte et 2500$ par enfant pour payer le passage de la frontière égyptienne.

Il n'y a pas de petits dons. 1€ fera déjà une grande différence, et rapprochera cette famille de la fin de l'enfer.

Si vous ne pouvez pas donner, n'hésitez pas à partager. Repartagez le plus possible.

Si vous avez au moins 1000 followers, peu importe le réseau social, n'hésitez pas à contacter @lodoniri sur twitter ou sur instagram pour qu'il vous assigne une cagnotte à parrainer / marrainer.

[vaelyane]

🇬🇧 That's unfortunate, I’m a bit late! 🙃 This is the finished version my one and only post for this year's Kiss Art February, held by my good friend @violettenouvel.

I was inspired by Nova & Mali’s Classics but make it gay artbooks, and painted my own digital interpretation of a historical painting, a piece by James Sant from 1887, entitled A Thorn amidst the Roses. I included the original in the photoset for comparison!

Sant’s painting had a lot of sapphic potential already, but I wanted to paint these two victorian women engaging in a very gentle kiss instead. I ended up changing a lot more than I expected, and I hope you'll enjoy what I did with it! As usual, take care, and stay safe. 🥀 ~~~~~~~~ 🇫🇷 C’est fort dommage, je suis en retard ! 🙃 Voici la version finale de mon illustration pour le Kiss Art February de cette année, organisé par l’admirable @violettenouvel. J’ai été très inspiré par les artbooks Classics but make it gay de Nova & Mali, et peint ma propre interprétation numérique d’une peinture historique, une huile sur toile de James Sant intitulée A Thorn amidst the Roses et datant de 1887.  J’ai ajouté ma référence dans le photoset pour que vous puissiez comparer ! L’originale avait déjà beaucoup de potentiel sapphique, mais j’ai choisi de représenter ces deux femmes victoriennes dans un doux baiser affectueux à la place. J’ai fini par changer beaucoup plus que ce à quoi je m’attendais, et j’espère que le résultat vous plaira ! Comme toujours, prenez soin de vous. 🥀