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sabineelectricheart · 1 year

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To Escape Her Father’s Realm

Summary: Lucette marries a foreign prince, just so she can be as far away from Angielle as possible. If that is so, why does she feels so disappointed and alone?

Rating: T - Suitable for teens, 13 years and older, with some violence, minor coarse language, and minor suggestive adult themes.

Words: 2500

Notes: Happy Not-Halloween, y’all! Enjoy non-horror themed fanfiction!

“Hello, beautiful." The young king slurred as he fell into her arms like a bundle of jelly bones stinking of brandy. “How’s doing tonight?”

When Lucette had woken up in the morning after her wedding night to a cold bed and empty presence, she cursed herself for feeling disappointed. For missing the warmth that radiated from him though it was icy cold from how far he slept within the tiny bed.

To her, marriage seemed a suitable escape. She hated Angielle and Angielle hated her right back, she hated every single soul on that land, and she especially loathed her father and step-family. All the involved would prefer not to have anything to do with each other, so committed herself to one selfless act in her life and abdicated her place on the succession in return for a handsome dowry and a foreign marriage. She wanted to try her luck somewhere else, somewhere people would not despise the sight of her, and this was her best shot. Perhaps, she would even have a family that could love her.

Her vision was red when her eyes first fell upon his velvet suit proud with military medals and honours. Klaude was in his uniform when he had spoken to her father first, in the castle at Angielle. The then-Crown Prince looked uncomfortable, forced even, but still, he had his charming smile on throughout the time Genaro pledged alliance and thrust her into his hands.

For his part, Genaro had been generous in his negotiations, undoubtedly to sate his wayward daughter and guarantee the throne for his favourite. He found the wealthiest, handsomest prince there was in the continent and gave them everything they could want if they just took her as a bride. He would pay any price to be rid of her, after all.

Six tedious months had passed and the silence grew in private, the extravagance still held its head high in public, announcing every inch of living thing that the heir to the throne is married. He has a new liability in his hands.

Lucette now makes a life in the court of Brugantia, a place full of excitement and glamour, somewhere completely opposed to the sober and austere Angielle. So different, except in one regard. Perhaps she expected too much. Perhaps she expected nothing. Yet, the little bit of something her husband always seemed to leave behind wrenched themselves into her heart, twisting and turning, but leaving a stupid smile lingering on her face.

She hated it. She hated him. She hated herself but she shook herself awake every day, wore her crown like the queen she had been taught to be and went on as if she were not littered with shards of fake endearments and burns from touches that should have been with love.

If one is to take the situation rationally, it is obvious that her marriage with the young king of Brugantia was just like every other royal one. For alliance and heir; never love. The only one who expected anything else out of it had been herself, while blinded by deep despair and loneliness.

The good that it did to her. Marry in haste, repent at leisure, as they say.

Lucette groaned, trying to hold him in her arms as Klaude sloppily slipped to the ground, giggling to himself. She had no idea where he had gone but she hoped it was a gibberish-King-friendly place.

"You are drunk!" She gagged accusingly.

She pulls the red-haired man up by his uniform with little to no regard if it would tear and remain in her tight clutch as the king made himself comfortable on the floor, not too unlike a bored cat.

"No, no." He waved a dismissive hand, probably hoping to swat her hold away but never being able to, suddenly pushing himself straight with newfound energy and vigour. "I'm just happy."

He spread his arms wide, hitting her in the chest as he did, like he was a bird flying in the air with its wings outstretched to the most as he glided to his bed, arms flowing in rhythm and flopped on it.

"We finished that dam project." The man whispered, staring at the ceiling as she cursed and walked to the bed. "So, Llama and I thought it would be wonderful to have a bit of celebration."

"Prince Lance and you?" She glared at him, pulling him up by the arm, shaking off the thought that she might rip it out of its socket.

Sitting Klaude up, she carefully unpinned his medals. Despite the feeling she had towards him, he was still a king and the medals spoke, especially because, for what she could gather, he actually deserved them for bravery and valour in battle, instead of pure vanity of his father’s part. Not that she could attest to any of it herself, nor that the men in this dynasty are not quite vain.

Unpinning them also made sure they would not prick him, or her, in the night when he tossed around. She would prefer not to stain the new sheets red so soon, nor give false impressions to the chamber maids to gossip around the palace.

The king, the ingrate that he was, groaned, pushing her hands away.

"Alright, it was my idea but we both deserved a break." He thought for a second before adding, "And a bit of fun."

Lucette is afraid what "fun" they had, for she knew Klaude and his way of fun was never what she would describe it to be.

The man glanced up at his wife as stood trying to remove the medals from his uniform. They were a bit too much for her liking and she could not wait to get rid of the last two to move away from his prying gaze.

"You are very beautiful, Your Majesty." He whispered, earnestly, pulling her between his legs. "Have I ever told you that?"

Loads of time, for the people to see. She thought bitterly.

Instead of fighting him on the matter, the queen resorted to an uninterested hum as she furiously tried to ignore the way she stood with his chin pressed against her stomach and his arms wrapped around her waist. It was foreign and a fuel to both her hate and her guilty pleasures.

"Is that a no?" He cocked his head to a side. "If it's a no, then I'm probably the worst person you've ever seen."

"What would be so wrong with you?" She scowled.

Maybe it was merely an honest confusion, but deep down Lucette knew it was just the disbelief voicing its twisted thoughts.

Klaude chuckled, burying his head into her stomach bringing back those burns which she always felt whenever he acted like a loving husband. Naturally, those fleeting moments are the only thing that she wants out of him, pity that they tend to be rare, and so they also accentuate her sense of betrayal and abandonment.

This time, though, the burns brought a sense of soothing along with them.

"I must be an absolute idiot if I hadn't acknowledged your striking beauty." He sighed dreamily, holding her hands gently, as he stared at his wife with his genuinely handsome smile. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life. Not person, of course, I'm still the most beautiful person in the world."

Klaude giggled, falling back onto the bed, pulling her down with him. She slammed a hand against his chest in a desperate attempt to stop herself from falling. He coughed and pulled she down to him, her head laying on his arm.

This was the closest the two of them ever had been in private and Lucette tried to relish in the feeling of it, for she does not know when she would feel it again.

“Beauty and brawn, I see.” He chuckled; the stink of brandy on his breath fought the blissful sensation of his nimble fingers twisting strands of her hair. “I must be the most brilliant man to choose such a wonderful queen.”

“You are not exactly brilliant, per se, and you did not choose a thing. It was chosen for you.” She mumbled.

Her hands itched to push him to the ground and let him sleep on the dirty rug, but her heart hoped to stay in his stinky arms and listen to him speak even if he would not remember it the next morning.

“Oh, is it?” The red-haired man let his voice drop as if ashamed to speak but he had a dreamy smile on his face. “I wouldn't disagree with you on that. Not now.”

He buried his face into her hair, holding Lucette close in his arms. She let herself be relaxed against his chest, having her nose buried in the crook of his neck, smelling the faint smell of rose cologne that he put on that morning. The part of her that valued self-esteem screamed for her to pull away but her body simply resisted.

Perhaps, she is exhausted. Perhaps, she just wants to be fooled and humiliated this time.

“The dam project we completed?” He spoke, suddenly, rubbing her arm. “I wanted to name it after you, but not quite literally, ‘cause it would be too weird. And then I didn't know how you’d react so, I panicked and named it after me.”

Lucette chuckled into his chest. It was the most Klaude thing he could do, to name a dam after himself, but he was the king, after all, and everyone indulged his comic narcissism. Including herself.

A few minutes passed in comfortable silence, her body slowly moulding against his, the steady rhythm of his heart lulling her into a sleepy state like the melody of a siren drawing her to the waters.

Klaude’s fingers slowly came to halt, his breathing steady and even and before she knew he was completely asleep, he whispered into the night, “I love you, my beautiful wife.”

Tears sprang free from her eyes, seeping into his uniform. She held onto him, tightly as if it would prevent him from forgetting the words that seductively echoed in her ears. She hated it but she also loved it.

Lucette is not going to leave him hanging so she whispered into his ears, just for him to hear, “I love you, too.”

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It was a hazy mess when Lucette had woken up the next day, safe in the arms of her husband who she had cried against the night before.

The blanket was messily weaved around the both of her after she somehow managed to sleep properly without her legs hanging over the edge.

"You are tickling me." Klaude mumbled, his voice hoarse as he groaned, burying his head further into her hair and pulling her tight against his chest. "And my head feels like it's about split into two. And the entire room stinks."

"Not the entire room. It is just you, Your Majesty." She whispered, untangling herself from the blanket that she had just realised was the bedsheet.

Before she could stand up, though, her husband pulled her back to his side, consciously wrapping his arms around her waist.

“You know, most people think that one does not remember the nonsense they spoke when they were drunk.” He said, pulling away to rest his cheek against his palm, the dreamy smile from the night before returned to his lips, dancing with a hint of smirk. “But one cannot forget love confessions, darling.”

“Shut up.” Lucette looked away trying to mask her panic.

Did he hear what she said? Did he feel her tears? What did it do to him? And above all, is this just another elaborate plan of his? Some selfish high that he is chasing?

As if he could hear her thoughts, he said, “I have no idea what nonsense I spoke the last night, but what I said was a complete truth.”

“Did you hit your head or something?” She looked back at him with utter disbelief.

“No, I am quite alright, but it does feel like I have an entire palace inhabited by elephants on top of my head.” He nodded, pointing to the side of his forehead.

She narrows her eyes at him. “That is oddly specific, Your Majesty.”

He half-smirks, his eyes rather droopy. “I swear on my great grandmother’s diamond ring that I did not do anything untoward or immoral.”

Lucette sighs in response. “That is even more specific and now I am worried about how you feel.”

“You worry about me, my love?” Klaude pressed a kiss to her cheek, staring at her like he always did at parties hosted by noblemen and processions held for the public’s view.

“I actually felt bad for you when I first saw you.” He twirled a strand of her hair between his fingers. “You looked so sad and so out of place, and I knew that you were trying to escape your father’s realm. And then you were absolutely magical as a queen! I was always proud of you when you were with me at the council and bashed that ambassador for his ridiculous policies.”

The woman stared at him. She wanted to decipher what was going on, but the moment soothed her aching heart and patched up her scars so she stayed silent, not wanting to wrench the knives any further.

“I love you, and I am so sorry I did not truly tell you this for all these months we have been married.” He sighed. “I was planning to make huge confession letters and such but my drunk self seems to not like the idea.”

Lucette let out a breath of relief, pulling him close to make sure this is not all her mind playing cruel tricks. That, from this day on, she could make herself a place to love and be loved.

Klaude seemed to understand it, for he held her tighter and whispered, “I am right here.”

Chuckling into his neck, she said, “I loved your drunk self.”

“Trust me, you are going to see more of him.” She glared at him, which prompted him to defend himself. “Without the brandy, of course.”

“So, are you going to get up and do something productive?” The queen asked, pulling away with a sure smirk dancing on her face.

“No, certainly not.” Klaude pinched her nose. “I am going to spend the day here, with my beautiful wife.”

He, then, pressed his lips against hers in a passionate kiss.

Lucette felt hope for once in a very long time, because she knew that her husband would try to soothe her painful past. She knows he can be a good man, even if she is rather vexed with his behaviour every once in a while.

She would be alright. She would have Klaude to break her fall because she held onto his words, his confession. She would trust him. In time, everything will be alright.

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Cinderella Phenomenon Masterlist

#cinderella phenomenon #Klaude Almonte

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heydecenterforthearts · 1 year

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BIDDING ENDS TOMORROW AT 4PM!! There are lots of amazing experiences at incredible prices. Come enjoy the sounds of cars racing around while enjoying the nice summer air. Included are 4 passes to a Friday night race and enjoy 2 speedway t-shirts to go along with it. Before you head on over to the races, stop at Lucette Brewing Company for some fresh woodfire pizza. ($25 value) The Red Cedar Speedway has been the definition of a Friday night for over 20,000 people since 1971. Whether they are on the racetrack or in the stands people come from all over to enjoy the sounds of engines running, fans cheering, and the fresh air. Comes with some racetrack merch too! What better way to spend a beautiful summer night than at the racetrack. ($160 value) (at Heyde Center for the Arts/Chippewa Valley Cultural Association) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqQtYYwOLZA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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kitten-and-the-demons · 1 year

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savage found a baby t-rex wondering alone! he adopted her lil tiny butt and named her Lucette

#dinosaurs

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kingarise · 3 years

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Lucette: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside Artorias: Artorias: Lucette, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn... Lucette: *Sips coffee from bowl*

#Lmao #This is Lucette to a T #She would do dumb shit like this #Just to be a little shit #incorret quotes #Flying High

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rebakadraws · 6 years

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I'M BEING A REBEL AND GOING OFF THE BOOK HERE... Karma/Klaude and Lucette

OMG YES I haven’t thought about this game and its ships in a while dbhjfkdsj It’s been too long... I am so glad to analyse these two yes

Send me a ship and I’ll tell you…

Who is more likely to hurt the other?

LUCETTE OMG. Because spoilers she literally does and that moment got Kat and I screaming and hooked on the game fhsdkfnsjd. But aside from canon plot, Klaude has so much poise, he’d never accidentally hurt his princess… While Lucette… Is a firecracker. She might somewhat-accidentally beat him up when she’s super mad pff :x. Also he was training her to wield a sword so during that training Klaude would know how to control himself to avoid hurting her, while she would be giving it her all and possibly hurt him.

Who is emotionally stronger?

Oh jeez these two broken royals. Lucette, I believe. She let a ton of bitterness into her heart from her past angst, but still, never let her angst break her. She always kept going, even pushing through the bitterness and becoming a better person in the end :’D. Klaude had them mood swings and breakdowns from his angst so yeah Lucette wins this one vndkjlsnfds

Who is physically stronger?

Klaude. Magic doesn’t count as physical strength :V (Wait, did Lucette even learn that she had magic in the Karma route??)

Who is more likely to break a bone?

Hmmm………. I wanna say… Lucette? I’ll say it again that Klaude has so much poise, and is very skilled with the sword, and light on his feet; even if he gets hurt I think it’d be very rare that he gets hurt in such a way as to break a bone. Lucette tho, is kinda more clumsy and reckless than he is, so. Might just trip or something pFF rip

Who knows best what to say to upset the other?

Lucette hands down the dang savage princess

Who is most likely to apologize first after an argument?

Klaudeee. I think… this happened in canon actually? I SAID IT’S BEEN A WHILE. Lucette is stubborn and Klaude is too needy to go long with his princess being mad at him XD. She’d have him wrapped around her little finger pfff

Who treats whose wounds more often?

Lucette. Though, as royals, they’d probably have some nurses or something for tending to wounds.

Who is in constant need of comfort?

Hmm….. Well these two both got their fair share of angst… Klaude is just more dramatic lol. Klaude needs more comforting he’s a big baby XD. I can see him even purposely acting overdramatic over things that don’t even really upset him, just to get some extra comforting words/kisses (not without an eyeroll tho) from Lucette.

Who gets more jealous?

Hmm…….. I can see these two getting equally jealous pfffff. Klaude is dramatic and would fite any guy that tried to hit on Lucette (..actually isn’t that canonically kind of why he hated Rumple tho pffff), and Lucette is a savage and would frickin glare icy daggers at any girl who tried to hit on Klaude. At the same time, I can see them showing their loyalty to each other by also being savages to the person they themselves are being hit on by XD.

Who’s most likely to walk out on the other?

fnhjbsdkfh I hate this question......... Ummm... I guess I’d have to say.. Klaude. Cuz he had that whole selfish-thing going on with him. I guess I can see, if he ever got really damaging-ly angry at Lucette for some reason.... He’d be way more open to giving up on a struggling relationship than she would. Lucette is hecka stubborn, so I think that if their relationship was ever in a bad place, she would fight unrelentingly to mend it. But Klaude has his whole issues with being selfish, so..... ;______;

Who will propose?

Klaude! He did in canon, didn’t he??

Who has the most difficult parents?

Well Lucette’s psycho evil witch mom takes the cake for that title... But... was anyone even aware about the truth about her mom in the Klaude route? They stopped the evil plot before it even got to resurrecting her mom... So does it not count if they weren’t aware of her mom being difficult (more than difficult pfff)?

Who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public?

Mmmm I think it would be pretty equal with these two :3

Who hogs the blankets?

………….Lucette?

Who gets more sad?

Well Klaude is the more dramatic one, but…… His angst is in the past once they’re a couple. I can see Lucette still getting sad sometimes from dwelling too much on the past – missing her mother (since she didn’t know she was evil in the Klaude route right?), mourning Fritz, regretting her past coldness towards everyone… She’s got more baggage than Klaude.

Who is better at cheering the other up?

AHHHH THEY’RE BOTH REALLY THOUGHTFUL AND CARING TOWARDS EACH OTHER. I’m gonna say it’s equal with them. Lucette gave him that rose pin that he got emotional over, and Klaude came back early from a long trip away and surprised her! They’re both super sweet to each other and,when it’s something from their bae at least, not that hard to please.

Who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?

They both too proper to do this :V.

Who is more streetwise?

Klaude. Lucette was shut up in her castle for most of her life…

Who is more wise?

Mmmm….. They’re both rather….. immature and need advice from others rip. Lucette might be more wise though… Since Klaude’s judgement can be clouded by his emotions easily?

Who’s the shyest?

Lucette. KLAUDE IS TOO EXTRA TO BE SHY

Who boasts about the other more?

Klaude. AGAIN. EXTRA. He’d freaking arrange a parade celebrating how adorable and great his waifu is XD

Who sits on who’s lap?

Lucette sits on his lap of course. Tho. I can imagine Klaude not being against sitting on her lap when he’s being annoying and overdramatic XD

#THANKS FOR THIS KAT #IM GETTING FEELS FOR THIS GAME AND ITS SHIPS AGAIN #AND EVERYTHING #HHHHH SO GOOD #cinderella phenomenon #klaude #karma #lucette #lucette x klaude #dicesuki #answers #meme #O T FRIGGIN P’S #even tho basically all the ships in this otome game are otp

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jarusims · 2 years

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curitura · 4 years

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Favorite Protagonists (5/??): Lucette Riella Britton, Cinderella Phenomenon

“You cannot rely on anyone but yourself. You cannot trust anyone but yourself.”

#cinderella phenomenon #lucette riella britton #otome #otoge #otome game #my edits #edits:favoriteprotags

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combineherbsarchive · 3 years

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𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄. » 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆-𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐔𝐒.

born in 1964 as annette durand in paris to a french couple ( lucette and sabastien ) annette lived a fairly regular life. she was a bookish and studious child, often regarded as being not very fun compared to other children, but incredibly intelligent. gifted with an aptitude in the sciences, she originally studied to become a doctor, but during her years in university became much more fascinated with the field of virology. originally intending to join the pasteur institute to study the ebola outbreak, she was scouted by umbrella and recruited into the paris laboratory by 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 ( who, ironically, would later go on to order HUNK to recover the g-virus by any means necessary ).

in 1984, at 20 years old, she was transferred to the arklay laboratory in raccoon city - notably one of the only women at the facility - to work alongside 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍 on development of the progenitor virus due t her experience with ebola, though the majority of her work revolves around studying and testing 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐑. as the only woman at the facility, her coworkers presume she will be ab to keep lisa ‘calm’, acting as her ‘mother’ and this is, somewhat, true. whilst not particularly maternal, annette is able to convince lisa to be slightly more cooperative.

during this time, she fell head-over-heels for william whomst she was working under, as he was one of the very few people to treat her as an equal and acknowledge her tenacity and intelligence instead of brushing her off as a lesser scientist due to her sex - acknowledging her not as his assistant, but as a capable scientist in her own right. the two began a relationship, though annette was determined to keep it private, not wishing to have her achievements perceived or attributed to this relationship rather than her work. unfortunately, this would ultimately become public the next year.

falling pregnant in 1985, 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍 was soon born. annette was overjoyed, but it did not take long for the excitement to wear off - unprepared for the reality of being a mother, particularly in the prime of her career and in the wake of the t-virus project developing further ( as well as the growing competition between the american and european research teams ). despite loving sherry, she failed to create any real maternal bond, and despite her maternity leave continued to work from home and aid her husband. with her only experience of children being that with lisa, who by all accounts is older than herself and a nigh-indestructible mutant, she struggles with sherry.

as the spring of 1988 began, the paris laboratory had begin work on the nemesis project and as a former member, annette was heavily invested in the results - keeping a close eye on them through former coworkers in order to use the results to assist in the research at the arklay laboratory. discussing the idea of using a sample of the NE-α parasite to use in the tyrant research with fellow coworkers, the idea is taken by 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐑 and taken as his own, eventually convincing william to do so - the sample is acquired by spencer’s personal intervention, and eventually tested on lisa, the only host capable of surviving the parasite - though none of the credit would be attributed to annette and instead, given to her male coworkers. in response to this, annette begins immersing herself fully in her work, straining her relationship with sherry further.

after three years of studying lisa’s mutation following the parasite, the g-project finally begins, led by william and annette. work on the t-virus and the tyrant project continues on, but eventually the g-virus is given priority and the NEST is built beneath raccoon city - all work on g is relocated.

#the paris facility wouldnt be broken into if annette stayed there is all im saying #she would have escalated and shot claire and morpheus immediately #also this is fairly short for one of my hc's im sparing yall #⌈ 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 » A. BIRKIN. ⌉ » 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍.

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statichvm · 3 years

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tagged by @bvckybvnes to spell my url with song titles. thank you, lovely! 💜

t - taking pictures of you / the kooks

o - other side / gaits

m - muscle memory / lights

m - muddy water / lucette

y - you were a kindness / the national

m - meet me in the woods / lord huron

i - i feel your love / laura marling

l - luminous / alice and the glass lake

l - left hand free / alt-j

e - evergreen / broods

r - run forever / emma ruth rundle

s - steamroller / phoebe bridgers

tagging @softmillers @ma-sulevin @faithchel @red-nightskies @spicevalleys and @raisinghellinotherworlds!

#tag memes #music

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elcinelateleymickyandonie · 3 years

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Suzy Delair.

Filmografía

- A Caprice of Pompadour (Willy Wolff et Joë Hamman, 1931) - Une soubrette de la Pompadour

- Violetas imperiales (Henri Roussell), 1932)

- La dama de chez Maxim ( Alexander Korda ), 1933)

- Toquemos madera (1933) - La petite compagne d'amusement

- Professeur Cupidon (1933)

- Casanova (1934)

- Poliche (1934) - Une Danseuse (sin acreditar)

- La depresión ha terminado (Robert Siodmak, 1934)

- La crisis ha terminado (1934) - (sin acreditar)

- Dédé ( Abel Gance , 1934) - Poliche (sin acreditar)

- Oro en la calle (K. Bernhardt, 1934) - Madeleine - L'amie de Gaby

- Ferdinand le noceur (1935) - Madame Alice - Une prostituée de la maison close (sin acreditar)

- Les Sœurs Hortensias (1935) - Une femme au cabaret (sin acreditar)

- Prends la route (Jean Boyer, 1936)

- Trois Six Neuf (Raymond Rouleau, 1937)

- El último de los seis (Georges Lacombe, 1941) - Mila Malou

- El asesino vive en el número 21 (Henri-Georges Clouzot, 1942) - Mila Malou

- Défense d'aimer (Richard Pottier, 1942) Totte

- La Vie de Bohème (Marcel L'Herbier, 1945) - Phémie / Femia

- Confesiones de un pícaro (Jean Dréville, 1947) - Coralin–

- Quai des Orfèvres / Jenny Lamour (Henri-Georges Clouzot, 1947) - Jenny Lamour

- Par la fenêtre (Gilles Grangier, 1948) - Fernande

- White Paws (Jean Grémillon, 1949) - Odette Kerouan

- Estoy en la Revue (Mario Soldati, 1950) La Chanteuse

- Lady Paname (Henri Jeanson, 1950) - Raymonde Bosset, dite Caprice

- Lost Souvenirs (Christian-Jaque, 1950) - Suzy Henebey (episodio "Une couronne mortuaire")

- Utopía (Léo Joannon, 1951) - Chérie Lamour

- Volar en el ungüento (Guy Lefranc, 1955) - Lucette Gauthier

- Fernandel la modista (Jean Boyer, 1956) Adrienne Vignard

- Gervaise (René Clément, 1956) - Virginie Poisson

- Las regatas de San Francisco ( Claude Autant-Lara , 1960) - Lucilla

- Rocco ei suoi fratelli ("Rocco y sus hermanos", Luchino Visconti, 1960) - Luisa

- Du Mouron pour les petits oiseaux ("Alimento de gallinas para pajaritos", Marcel Carné , 1963) - Antoinette - La bouchère

- Paris brûle-t-il? (René Clément, 1966) - Una parisina (sin acreditar)

- Las locas aventuras del "rabino"Jacob (Gérard Oury, 1973) - Germaine Pivert

Olvídame, Mandoline (1976).

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sabineelectricheart · 2 years

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Curse-Breaking Nightmare

Summary: Rod dreams of the night that he broke his curse. He leaves to find his girlfriend sleeping on her room.

Rating: T - Suitable for teens, 13 years and older, with some violence, minor coarse language, and minor suggestive adult themes.

Words: 1000

Notes: I mean, out of all curses, that one seems to be the harshest, though the wish was also the grandest.

Lucette is having a quiet, tranquil dream. Those where nothing in particular never happen, but rather a sequence of calming images mumbled together in a dark picture, more of what the concept of relaxed muscles would be if they were sensible to the eye.

Then, she is awake.

"Huh?" She groaned, more in surprise than in annoyance as her bedroom flooded with light.

A quick glance at the pendulum clock resting on one corner of the room pointed that it was 2:13 on the morning, a rather odd time for someone to come into her chambers, regardless of the reason. It is then that her body tenses up and she jumps to see who it was, lest it is an assassin sent for her head.

The princess turned her squinted eyes towards her open door, where a tall silhouette was stood, hunched over in its frame.

As the light hits the platinum blond hair on their head, Lucette can recognize this figure to be her boyfriend, though it was worrying as to why he would show up in the dead of night. He usually slept just fine, going to bed and waking up in inflexible hours.

He is well-disciplined even when unconscious, the red-haired princess notes with mirth.

“Is there anything on the matter, Rod?” She asked, her throat still a little hoarse from sleep.

"Can I please…?" Rod croaked out, his voice breaking off before he could even finish speaking.

Instinctively, the girl shifted over in her bed, redistributed the pillows and patted the new space next to her. Her unspoken invitation led him straight under her covers, his arms instantly winding around her waist as he pressed his forehead into the crook of her neck.

The young princess knew better than to pressure him into speaking, so she simply lets him lay against her, her hand soothing up and down his back in an earnest attempt to help slow his breathing and calm his restless spirit.

"I just had to make sure you were safe." He murmured, tensing his thin arms around her as if she would disappear at any moment.

His position effectively hid his face from view, and the darkness of the moonless sky would banish any possibility for her to see his face in any turn that she can make. Nevertheless, the feeling of his warm tears slipping onto her skin betrayed his deception.

"Of course, I am safe. I am perfectly fine." Lucette reassured him calmly. "Did you have a nightmare?"

Rod only hummed to confirm her suspicions, but she could feel his breathing even out slowly.

“I dreamt about the day we broke the curse. I dream about that much too often, to be completely honest.” He muttered. “I dream that I kill you under that spell, or that Emelaigne convinces me to kill you out of my own will. It is terrifying and I always wake up drenched in sweat. Crying, too, most often.”

“Rod, I don’t…” She begins to respond.

“Don’t.” He cut her off. “Do not say anything of it. I do not want to hear your pity, so do not waste it on me. Just stay there.”

After a small pause, he shuffled around to be eye-to-eye with his stepsister, with the side of his face pressed into the side of her pillow. She could feel the warmth of his body due to the small size of the bed, and he was sure she would be able to hear his racing heart.

Lucette notes with a chuckle that her father probably never bothered to commission her a larger bed in fears of having her a guest on it. Now, the narrowness come as a feature, not a bug, when it comes to his stepson.

The orange fire light from the torches under her window crept through the windows and illuminated his face ever so slightly and the small, comfortable smile that was on it.

"Are you alright?" She whispers, resting a palm on his cheek.

The girl brushed away a few damp tear-trails from the soft skin on his face, which made his eyes flutter shut in content. He found comfort in her steady presence.

She is glad that the boy came to her this time. He usually bottled everything up or resorted to anger to deal with everything, and if the debacle with his curse comes to prove anything, it is that this is hardly constructive behaviour.

Rod nodded, moving a hand of his up to his face to hold hers, "Yeah, thank you for letting me come in here."

"You are always welcome here." Lucette smiles back. "I love you, remember?"

"I love you too." Her boyfriend smiles back, then seals his words with a soft kiss to her lips.

It is remarkably chaste, and it only lasts for a couple of seconds, but when he pulls away, he lays an arm over her waist and gently tugs her figure, pressing closer to him. Now, her head is buried in the crook of his neck, with his arms delicately but securely wrapped around her, holding her firm in position.

"I am not going to die. I am not going anywhere, Rod, and I am certainly not leaving you behind. You out of anyone should know that." she mumble.

The blond prince could not help but smile at her. Even whilst half-asleep, even when he does not want it, she managed to reassure him. It is difficult to believe that he once thought that she was completely incapable of kindness and solidarity.

Before he could even reply, Lucette succumbed to her tiredness again and had fell asleep against him. All he could do was press a light kiss to the top of her head, trying to be as still as possible.

He kept she in his arms, now confident that his nightmare scenario was only in his head.

"Goodnight, my love." Rod whispered, nuzzling his face into her hair.

In the morning, she was alone in her bed.

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Cinderella Phenomenon Masterlist

#cinderella phenomenon #Rod Widdensov

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mistresstrevelyan · 4 years

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OC tidbits

I was tagged by the lovely @brialavellan (I’m honoured, you are one of my fandom HEROES) and without further ado, here is my Inquisitor, Drusilla Trevelyan:

“By feeling their pain, I protected myself from my own.” (Anne Triutt)

B A S I C S

Full name: Drusilla Flavia Trevelyan

Race: Human

Gender: Cis female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: She/Her

O T H E R S

Family: Bann Antonio Trevelyan (Father), Lady Lucette Trevelyan (Mother), Calliope Trevelyan (Sister) Aurelia Ridolfi nee Trevelyan (Sister)

Birthplace: Wycome in the Free Marches

Job: Sister Agnese of the Chantry (Former. She was convicted of heresy, treachery - She had concealed her extremely weak magic using an enchanted circlet - and defying Chantry law. Thus convicted she was publicly defrocked by her abbess and declared anathema. Had her sister not taken her in, she would have died), Inquisitor, Mystic of Andraste, Priestess of the reformed faith (Vivienne reinstated her after becoming Divine)

Phobias: Giant spiders and Spell Purge. After the Templars tortured her with this ability, she is triggered by it. As in badly triggered. As in Cullen got an earful first time he suggested using it at Haven.

Guilty pleasures: Singing, swimming

M O R A L S

Morality alignment: Lawful Good

Sins: Lust / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath

Virtues: Chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

Introvert / Extrovert

Organized / Disorganized

Close-minded / Open-minded

Calm / Anxious

Agreeable / Disagreeable

Cautious / Reckless

Patient / Impatient

Outspoken / Reserved

Leader / Follower

Empathetic / Un-empathetic

Optimistic / Pessimistic

Traditional / Modern

Hard-working / Lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

OTP: ‘Drusilla/Blackwall (OTP: Sacred and Profane), Drusilla/Vivienne (OTP: Ti conosco e ti amo)

OT3: None

BROTP: Drusilla/Varric, Drusilla/Josephine, Drusilla/The Iron Bull

NOTP: Drusilla/Solas (Post Trespasser)

Tagging everyone who wants to do it!!!

#Dragon Age: Inquisition #Drusilla Trevelyan #OC Memes

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valonfd · 4 years

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Jour 5: Mercredi 12 août - 168 km

(bande son: No Hope - The Vaccines)

Après soins du vélo et du bonhomme, je dis au revoir à ma Loge aux Chèvres et je décanille vers 5h. J’avale les 20kil vers Bar-sur-Seine où je retrouve Anne à l’arrêt boulangerie. Elle a passé la nuit à l’hôtel et a pris son temps pour se réveiller - besoin de récup. Elle décolle avant moi mais nous ferons l’accordéon toute la journée et en roulerons une bonne partie ensemble. Anne avance comme une horloge, super régulière, elle bouge pas de sa selle, gravit les montées les plus raides sans sourciller - solide.

L’objectif aujourd’hui c’est au moins d’atteindre Avallon. Coach Stef me l’a dit et je suis d’accord. Alors pour continuer les jeux de mots pourris, avalons les kilomètres. La digestion va de mieux en mieux, je rebouffe, je revis. En fait c’est tout le corps qui semble avoir compris qu’il n’y aura rien à faire, il n‘échappera pas à la French. Du coup le moral monte en puissance. Pour la première fois je commence à y croire réellement, à me dire que je peux vraiment la boucler.

Je rattrape Anne, lui fait un coucou, mais comme c’est roulant et que j’ai la musique à fond dans les oreilles, je fais l’ours et je trace. Plus loin elle me rattrape à son tour et cette fois-ci j’ouvre les écoutilles. Nous commençons à bavasser. Ça fait du bien et nous partageons nos expériences des jours passés. Elle me parle de son copain Stefan Maertens que je connais un peu de réputation via Stef qui a participé à l’ACT5 qu’il organise. J’aurai le plaisir de rencontrer Stefan à l’arrivée : un passionné d’aventure à vélo bien marrant.

L’étape est faite d’une succession de bosses qui semblent prévenir de l’arrivée imminente du Morvan. Je commence à avoir quelques difficultés techniques dans les descentes raides. J’aime pas du tout ça, dès qu’il y a trop de vitesse, ça tabasse et en plus mon système de freinage est trop light. Ça va devenir une constante et mon principal problème dans les jours à venir, le problème étant que plus tu te crispes plus ça devient compliqué, c’est le cercle vicieux. Passer dans des chemins techniques comme je le ferai dans le Morvan, c’est pas trop un problème en soi, je me suis bien entrainé dans les alpes, mais quand la vitesse s’en mêle j’ai plus confiance en mon engin ni dans son pilote, alors je deviens encore plus mauvais, c’est la règle ma pauvre Lucette. Et comme à la French, on aime tout ce qui dépasse les 20% en montée comme en descente. En revanche, on reste en général en dessous en ce qui concerne l’alcool, parce qu’on préfère la bière.

Nous arrivons à Tonnerre et nous nous ravitaillons. Anne décide de trouver un coin ou manger et alors que je suis en train de faire mon paquetage, Simon, un des bénévoles de l’organisation, me dit que Clément m’attend avec sa caméra un peu plus loin. Mon instinct de star reprend le dessus et je me dis que je mangerai un bout un peu plus loin dans Tonnerre - erreur d’appréciation, l’appel des sirènes de la gloire est souvent fatal, j’aurai dû le savoir. Je décolle, ou plutôt je reste collé à la route qui grimpe salement pour sortir de la ville. Clément me shoot en me disant “alors ça te plait Tonnerre” - ahahahah - même pas drôle - même pas mal. Je suis bien forcé de poursuivre l’ascension, d’abord car je déteste m’arrêter en montée, et ensuite parce qu’il n’y a aucun endroit propice à une pause. Je m’arrêterai donc quelques kilomètres plus loin, à l’ombre d’une forêt, au bord du chemin. Comme j’en ai pris l’habitude, je me mets à poil (le gros avantage des chemins de la French c’est qu’on est vraiment peinard), je fais sécher ce qu’il faut, je panse, je bouffe, je me raconte des blagues tout seul, c’est la fête. Anne arrive à son rythme inflexible - “alors que revoilà la sous-préfète” - elle a d’abord peur que je sois un bandit de grand chemin (je vous rassure je ne suis plus à poil), puis elle me reconnait et se rassure.

Je repars quelques minutes après son passage, direction Chablis - un nom prometteur et riche en tanin. J’y fais un arrêt rapide surtout qu’un orage se forme dans les parages. Je sors de la ville et ma route semble dangereusement s’approcher dudit orage. Je vois bien que dans sa zone ça drache sévère et je croise les doigts pour que nos chemins divergent. Ce n’est pourtant pas ce qui semble se profiler. Nous avançons inexorablement vers un point commun. L’orage arrive de ma gauche et la route va tout droit. Il n’y a pas d’abri à l’horizon. Je décide d’accélérer, je remets deux dents. Je vais tâter les frontières de l’orage : bourrasques violentes et pluie drue qui présage la grêle, mais ça passe. Je prends juste ce qu’il faut pour bénéficier d’un rafraichissement salvateur (car il fait encore très chaud aujourd’hui), sans dégâts. Un boulanger rencontré plus tard me racontera que ce même jour, des coureurs du Dauphiné prirent de gros grêlons sur le dos pendant leur course, ce qui aurait pu m’arriver vu qu’il n’y avait vraiment aucun endroit où m’abriter. L’orage se développe encore en largeur et je ne suis pas sûr d'en avoir fini. Aussi, comme j’ai de bonnes jambes, je remets une troisième dent. Je dépasse Anne en trombe, elle me rattrapera un peu plus loin. Elle n’a pas vu une goutte de pluie et n’a pas quittée quant à elle l’atmosphère caniculaire. C’est assez drôle de voir qu’à quelques minutes prêt, tu ne passes pas du tout par les mêmes ambiances. C’est aussi à ce moment que je me suis rendu compte que mon corps s’était transformé intérieurement en profondeur. Certaines de mes sensations semblent métamorphosées, particulièrement celle qui concerne la captation de fraicheur. Je m’explique. A partir de ce moment, à chaque fois que je suis face à une source de fraicheur (eau, ombre, boisson, ou même simplement le fait de voir une rivière ou un lac), tous les pores de ma peau s’ouvrent comme des fleurs qui éclosent, pour capter un maximum de cette fraicheur qui lui manque tant. Quand plus loin, à l’entrée de Sermizelles, je vois deux filles se baignant dans le fleuve, je profite par procuration de la fraicheur sur leur peau - weird. C’est très étrange et très agréable, quasi extatique. Je vais ressentir cette sensation pendant un bon moment sur la French et même encore parfois quelques jours après.

Sur le reste aussi je sens que mon corps a pris une autre dimension. En échangeant avec Stef, il me dit que beaucoup de dividers ressentent ça, que je suis sans doute “rentré” vraiment dans ma divide - il appelle ça le “déblocage”.

Expérience mystique peut-être, quoiqu’il en soit la fin de journée et la fatigue se rappellent tout de même à moi. Il me reste une bonne heure pour rejoindre Avallon et les buttes s’enchainent plus raides les unes que les autres. J’ai envie d’arriver et je me décide pour la première fois à trouver un hôtel, pour bénéficier enfin d’une vraie nuit réparatrice.

Je roule de nouveau avec Anne, puis, je suis pris de cette furieuse envie d’en finir, je remets une dent et pars seul devant. Grosse fatigue, je m’endors sur le guidon. Je me fais quelques arrêts au stand cimetière pour m’arroser avec de l’eau fraiche afin de rester éveiller. Après quelques nouvelles bosses qui semblent avoir été placées spécifiquement pour l’occasion, histoire de ne pas arriver trop facilement à destination, j’entre dans Avallon et je reconnais le nom de l’hôtel où Anne m’a dit avoir réservé une chambre. Je vais à la réception, plus rien de dispo. Pendant toute la French je n’ai jamais voulu réserver à l’avance, c’est débile mais au fond de moi j’avais l’impression que ce n’était pas du jeu, qu’il fallait que je trouve sur place. Je crois surtout que je n’avais absolument pas envie de prévoir, ne serait-ce qu’une heure à l’avance et surtout pas tant que je n’étais pas sur place. C’est mon problème, ça fait partie des règles de mon contre-la-montre.

J’essaie d’appeler un autre hôtel qui fait un peu usine, ils me placent en attente téléphonique et je roule en même temps dans la ville pour voir si je trouve quelque chose. Je raccroche - marre d’attendre - et je vois un bistrot qui affiche “hôtel-bar-restaurant”. J’aborde le taulier, un petit bonhomme sympathique la soixantaine bien entamée, qui me dit qu’il est complet. Il a vraiment de la peine en me voyant pouilleux et affamé. Il me dit qu’il connait une Dame qui a des chambres d’hôte et il l’appelle. C’est bon ! “Elle arrive dans 5 minutes en voiture pour vous guider !” oups, j’espère que ce n’est pas trop loin de la trace. En l’attendant je bois mon 203ème San Pelegrino depuis le début de l’épreuve et je discute avec le barman qui vide gentiment ses copains en leur rappelant qu’il y a dix minutes il leur avait dit de partir dans cinq minutes. Je me dis qu’encore une fois, mon timing a été bien inspiré. Le gars me dit de revenir manger au restau chinois qui est en face “tu verras, il y a une formule à volonté, tu vas pouvoir manger du riz, des pâtes, tout ce qu’il faut”. Attendez le paragraphe suivant, ce mec aurait dû être coach sportif. La Dame arrive et je la suis. Sa maison n’est pas trop loin même s’il y a un bon raidard pour y arriver. Elle m’installe, je vais être bien, bon lit, bonne douche, j’en frémis d’avance. Elle me dit de ne pas trop m’attarder si je veux aller au restaurant car il est déjà tard. Je prends une douche et lave mes affaires en même temps, je mets mon short à tout faire, mon t-shirt de nuit et je me fais déposer au restau en voiture comme un roi. Je rentrerai à pied.

Et là, c’est le rêve éveillé. Pour 18 euros, une vraie formule à volonté, avec plein de bac rempli de sucres lents, de protéines, de crudités, de légumes cuits, de desserts, de tout ce qu’on veut : ma maison d’Hansel et Graetel. Je vais faire un vrai putain de bon repas. Les produits sont frais, j’apprécie particulièrement le croquant des pousses de soja (encore cette sensation de fraicheur), je mange des sushis à la pelle. Je prends le temps de manger, lentement, pour me refaire. Je crois que j’y suis resté 1h30. Bilan : deux assiettes pleines d’entrées et plats en tout genre + une assiette de dessert - le pied.

Je rentre, je me couche repus et je dors comme un bienheureux. Je crois qu’à partir de cette nuit je n’aurai plus aucun problème à dormir où que ce soit par ailleurs. Ça y est, je suis vraiment rentré dans un autre monde, celui qui accompagne la longue distance en contre-la-montre.

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