#foot 2 rue extreme

[tigralisa]

#foot 2 rue #foot 2 rue extreme #extreme football #street football #f2rx #sebastien tagano #sketch #myart #fanart #illustration #drawing

[elmaxlys]

#foot 2 rue #f2r #foot 2 rue extrême #foot 2 rue extreme #f2rx #upthebaguette #polls #my poll #sondage #sondages #french side of tumblr #what the france #frenchposting #france #tumblr français

[asvterias]

𝖨𝗍 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝖥𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖣𝗈𝗐𝗇 ~ 𝖢𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝖫𝖺 𝖱𝗎𝖾

part two || chapter playlist (1) & chapter playlist (2) || clarisse masterlist

helping palestine 🇵🇸

warnings: the killing of a monster?, character death, crying, some blood mentions & stabbing (not inflicted against us!)

pairings: (both aged up to 16) clarisse la rue ✘ black!fem!demigod!reader (daughter of poseidon) | younger!brother percy jackson ✘ older!sister!reader

genres: sally & reader’s mom (jessica) are lovers bcs GENUINELY FUCK GABE (hate his ass), reader & grover has a sibling bond, hard cold angst, sad angsty beginning, reader’s mom actually dies 🥲, reader’s emotions control the weather, very sad!reader, kinda depressed!reader, reader in denial, MAJOR character death, reader is kinda a girlboss, kinda!dark!reader x always!clueless!percy, vengeful!reader, reader is OUT for blood (specifically the Minotaur)

summary: secrets are liable to make or break the jackson-matthews family until they result in dangerous situations, nearly escaping from death…well nearly most of them managed a safe recovery.

word count: 2.7k+

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author’s note: i really enjoyed writing this ngl! also i have a faceclaim for reader’s mom, jessica matthews is portrayed by candice patton.

Born from the same father but different mothers, your sibling bond with Percy was unbreakable, certainly unconditional. Your mothers were very close, growing up as best friends from when they were teenagers, accomplishing every achievement together for the sake of you and Percy’s life.

Of course, your moms fell in love, hosting a small spring wedding when you were 10 and Percy was 6 years old.

So when Sally had to move again, your mom didn’t ask questions and instead packed your bags, placing them in the car and driving to the airport. A loving family of four was maintained by dark secrets that cost lives.

With everything going on, with the upbringing of your heritage, both of your mothers went through thick and thin. Developing from friends into lovers hardly changed anything, presumably their love maintained massively for themselves and shared children.

It was a rainy day, you and Percy had just been expelled from Yancy. Nancy bullied your brother so you reacted like how any big sister would and punched her before she flew into the nearby fountain, completely drenched in water. That little defense mechanism got both you and your little brother expelled from Yancy indefinitely as you two took a train back to your parents’ apartment.

You two apologized profusely to your moms, but they remained nonchalant, telling you two to pack a bag because you were visiting your residential cabin.

Something was wrong, extremely wrong and you felt it in your gut as soon as you stepped foot into the unkept cabin. From the moment your mom became sorrowful and honest, retelling the story of how she met your father, you knew something was up. Sadly, you just didn’t know that it’d be life-changing for you both.

Interrupted by rapid knocks on the cabin door made you jump a little in surprise and your mom, Sally, went to open the door. It was Percy’s bestfriend, Grover. He was soaked from the rain and began to blabber on to your moms, incoherently talking about revealing the big secret.

“Grover…” Percy speaks, waringly looking down at his friend’s lower body, or rather the lack thereof. Shockingly enough, his lower body wasn’t one of a human’s but one of the legs of an animal, specifically a goat.

“What?” Grover snapped, turning his head to the siblings, hitting his hoove against the wooden floor.

“Grover, why is there half a goat in your pants?”

“Did your mom fuck a goat or something?” The question had to be asked, but it yet remained to be answered.

Doubled in confusion when Grover, Percy’s best friend was also your satyr protector, dedicating to getting both of you at Camp Half-Blood safely. When your mothers’ actually revealed the truth about your father’s real identity, you were appalled, to say the least. You assumed he was a deadbeat and couldn’t care less about his kids, and you were absolutely right. Only now his identity expanded in further detail, making him out to be a god, one of the most powerful gods there ever was. Therefore making you and Percy, forbidden children in both worlds, are continually being hunted by monsters, who strive to see your demise.

“Do you believe this, Y/N?” Percy turns to you, mouth open in bewilderment.

“Right now, I don’t know what to believe anymore.” You truthfully spoke.

“Did you know I’m 24?” Grover asked you innocently.

You and Percy shared the same shocked expression, “Wait? What?”

Grover winces, staring back at the two adults in the car, “Out of curiosity, what exactly did you tell them?”

“We were getting there!” Your moms shouted simultaneously at Grover.

Grover nods his head, leaning back into the seat.

“Moonlight…listen to me.” your mom looks at you through the mirror as your gaze hesitantly meets hers. “You and Percy are forbidden children, monsters are going to attack you every day, this camp can protect you both.”

“Why can’t you and Sally come with us then?” you bargained with her, tears forming in your eyes. You couldn’t imagine, much less experience your life without your mother and Sally. The same women who nurtured you since you were babies and taught you everything you knew. You refused to give up on them, everything they did was to protect and love you, and now it was your turn.

Sally starts to talk, eyes stuck on the road, “We humans are not allowed there. Only demigods like you two.”

“But we don’t wanna leave you two.” Percy persisted.

“You’re our moms.”

“You’re gonna have to, that Minotaur isn’t gonna stop until he kills both of you.”

All of a sudden, a collision hit the car with enough brute force to send the car off the road and everything went black. It was all so quick, the collision, the swiveling of the car and landing on the side of the road, far from bypassers to rescue.

The rain pattering against the car turned into a heavy rainpour as everyone in the car, hanging upside down with the seat belt anchoring them, remained still, all unconscious.

After a while, the dulling pain in your head sharply woke you up, being the first to recover from the crash. Holding your head in pain as you slowly opened your eyes, feeling the blood trickle from your head, surveying your surroundings as you saw Percy and Grover still unconscious. Quickly unbuckling your seatbelt, you got out of your seat, repeating the same action to your younger brothers.

One by one, you carefully got everyone from the car as they began to wake up. A growl from the distance urges you to move faster as you help your other mom, Sally, get out of the damaged car.

Sally, Percy, and Grover were recovering, standing on their feet, checking for any injuries and your mom was the last one who needed rescuing.

“Mom…” you shake her but her body is motionless as the tears well up in your eyes.

You felt Sally’s arm pushing you back, sending you into Percy’s and Grover’s embrace as you nervously observed.

“Come on, come on, Jess…” Sally murmurs, kneeling down, searching for a pulse. “You gotta survive, we have children together, we can’t lose you right now.”

“Is she okay?” Percy chirps up, deciding to speak for you.

You found everything incomprehensible around you, your senses became deafening and a high-pitched ringing in your head matched the loud heart beating in your chest.

When Sally stayed silent, it only worsened your anxiety, “Mom, is she okay?!” Percy speaks again, adding some base in his voice yet his tone slightly wavers.

“She has a fading pulse…” Sally whispers, sparing a sad glance at you and quickly turning back to Jessica, “It’s decreasing rapidly,”

Dropping to the muddy slippery ground on your knees, tears quickly filling the brim of your eyes, threatening to fall as you moved closer to her.

“Mommy…” you cradle her face into your chest, saddened by her face, eyes closed as blood trickles down her forehead.

“We can revive her, right!” Your voice cracks, whipping your head to Sally, “Tell me we can revive her!”

“Y/N…” Sally sighs deeply, trying to contain her own tears. You turn around, looking down at your mother, resting on your lap, body motionless yet her face looks peaceful.

“No! We- I can save her. We can do heart-to-heart compressions,” you shake your head, starting to do heart-to-heart compressions. “Why isn’t she waking up? Mommy, this isn’t funny anymore now, you have to wake up and help us. Please I can’t do this without you, I can’t do this whole new demigod thing without you.” your voice was dry, as you leaned down, blowing air into her mouth, hoping for a miracle to occur.

You didn’t truly believe in miracles, but for your mother, you’d start believing it. Right now, you would do whatever it took to bring her back even if it meant wishing on the impossible.

“We didn’t do plenty of things yet, I wanted you and Sally to meet my first girlfriend, attend my graduation, be there when I move out and eventually get married, and get grandkids from Percy because we both know I’m not going through that torture.”

Your senses became intensely heightened, catching onto Grover’s whisper to Sally, ignoring him as you spoke up.

“I refuse to leave her alone, she isn’t dead, just having some problems waking up and getting a pulse back.” You were in extreme denial, “Come on, mum, you focus on her face, giving her air and I’ll do her chest,” you beckoned Sally forward.

“Sweetheart…she’s already….gone.”

“She’s my mom and Percy’s mom, your wife. She wasn’t supposed to die this early. If all you’re gonna do is stand there and be useless, don’t bother talking to me.” It wasn’t intentional to snap at your other mom, but your emotions were driving you crazy and brazen.

“You’re the sun to my moon, Mommy, I can’t shine when you’re not there with me.” You sobbed. Despite being physically exhausted, you weren’t giving up on trying to revive your mom, she would have never given up on you so you would stop trying until you had something, anything; a pulse, a gasp, her eyes shooting up. “Remember…” You weakly asked, holding onto the moon-shaped necklace on your neck, staring at your mom’s sun-shaped necklace.

The sky crackled with slight thunder as the rain poured down heavier. Finally understanding the meaning of your nickname, you sobbed desperately until the broken cracks of your voice gave out.

There was no sunshine without her moonlight, always them being in a pair, nothing without the other. Sadly, you lost your sunshine, darkening your moonlight to its deepest depths, harvesting it into something vengeful and heartless. Something that even scared you to a certain extent, like this was another new side flourishing because of the horrible circumstances.

“Hold up, is Y/N doing that?” Percy quietly asks Grover.

You rested your mom on the ground, ignoring the cold rainpour.

“She’s gone…” Sally cries, grabbing your arm and pushing you into her body for a hug. You cried into the hug, tightening your grip as your wails echoed throughout the forest. Maybe this was all a nightmare, where you’d wake up and relax in reality. This was the time that your mom needed to wake you up and reassure you that she was right there, staying with you and protecting you.

Your chest clenched against your rib cage, devastation wracked throughout your entire body as the tears relentlessly spilled out.

“But she- she can’t be gone!” You hiccup, eyes glossing over with fresh tears, feeling another arm snuggle around your side.

“I know, sweetheart. I’m so sorry,” she caressed your face.

“What kind of demigod I am, if I was blessed with all these supernatural powers, can’t even save my Mom from death? What kind of daughter am I to just stand by and watch her own mother die? I don’t want this demigod life anymore, please take it all away if it meant my mother is coming back, to me, to home.”

“Don’t you ever say that again, you did everything you could, your perseverance is one of your strongest qualities that Jessica adored very much. She wouldn’t want you to doubt yourself like this nor would I,” Sally reassures you, resting a thumb on your cheek, “Our beautiful daughter, she’s so proud of you, I want you to know that.”

Your eyes were puffy and red from tears as you listened to your mother’s words of encouragement and reassurance.

Much to your dismay, another loud roar broke the semi-family grievance, reminding them of the harsh reality.

“We have to go now!” Grover hastily urges.

“I’m not leaving my mom here like this,” you point to her figure on the ground.

“We won’t, I promise you, sweetie. I’ll give her a proper burial, but right now we have to go!” Her tone was urgent as she quickly scanned the dark forest with the illumination from the car light.

You hurriedly rushed towards your mother’s still figure on the muddy ground, leaning down.

“Goodbye, Mom,” you whisper hoarsely, kissing her forehead for the last time. You stared down at her neck, gazing at the sunlight necklace she wore and yanked it off, and shoved the meaningful jewelry into your back pocket. Your heart broke again, realizing she can’t respond back, despite being in extreme denial.

Unfortunately, that was the last time you saw your moms, one died in your arms and the other sacrificed herself for her children’s safety.

The pain and suffering became a dangerous mix of anger and hatred directed at the Minotaur.

Grover’s statements fall on deaf ears, partially drowned out by the heavy rainfall. “Y/N and Percy come on, we’re almost there.” you glance at your blonde brother who holds the same expression on his face. You were going to avenge your mothers, and you didn’t care if you died trying. This monster had already taken your worlds away, so you had nobody else to lose.

Grabbing the pen from your pocket, holding it out, and witnessing it transform into a golden sword at will.

The fight with the Minotaur was brutal and intense, alongside the heavy downpour of rain attempted to slow down the intensity of this fight. Despite double-teaming the monster, he resisted surrender, determined to win and kill you both. Surprisingly, you gained the agility to climb onto his back while Percy distracted him.

Somehow, you gained the ultimate advantage with the lighting sword in your hand and stabbed the monster in its eye, ignoring his roar of pain. If anything its pain only further encouraged you to continue.

Too full of adrenaline, you grab his two horns, gripping them and pulling them out with your utmost strength. A new sudden strength you just obtained. Gasping in shock was quickly outlived when your sword slipped out of your hand and dropped onto the muddy ground, disappearing from your eyesight. Stumbling onto his feet, inflicted by the pain, you groaned, gripping the monster by his rough skin as he attempted to shake you off.

“Percy the sword!” You yelled at him. Your brother throws the sword upwards as you catch the weapon.

You stab the monster in the neck, wincing at his loud screeches, but continue to stab his neck. Once the monster was deemed weak enough, you sliced the sword right through his neck, seizing the opportunity of successfully killing it.

This was all this stupid monster’s fault. If it hadn’t chased after you or slammed itself into the car, your mom would be alive. If it didn’t have such a bloodthirst for demigods, Sally, your mum would still be alive. Alive. Alive. Alive. You just wished your moms were alive, to see you mature into such a courageous daughter to avenge their deaths.

Soon enough, the monster staggered on its feet and its body began to disintegrate into black dust before your eyes.

“Y/N!” The voice becomes disoriented as you stumble on the ground, two arms catching you as you faint, everything fading away into a black abyss.

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© asvterias, 2024. please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my works onto any other platforms without my permission.

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[chungledown-bimothy]

i know this is an extremely light-combat campaign, but i keep thinking about rue's incredibly low ac and the fact that hob 1) has 6.5 foot long arms and a +7 to strength checks, +9 if he's raging and 2) has +3 dex to rue's -1, so he should act before rue in initiative almost always (even when they keep tying)

imagine some threat coming at rue and hob pulling them out of the way. full on fucking yoink them into his arms. maybe he pulls a little too hard/loses his balance and they fall down, rue landing on top of him?

#acofaf #a court of fey and flowers #battlemaster of ceremonies #captain kp hob #delloso de la rue #kp hob

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode nationale, no. 3, 22 janvier 1898, Paris. No. 18. — Groupe de toilettes. Bibliothèque nationale de France

Explication des gravures:

1. Modèle de Mme Louise Piret, 43, rue Richer.

Toilette de bal pour jeune fille en mousseline de soie bleu ciel. Jupe formée de 3 hauts volants plissés bordés chacun d'une guirlande de marguerites. Corsage blouse en mousseline de soie de la même teinte garni d'un volant plissé en pareil, dont la tête forme le bouillonné et est garnie elle-même de marguerites, le pied du volant est garni aussi d'une guirlande de marguerites. Ceinture de satin ivoire.

Ball gown for young girl in sky blue silk muslin. Skirt made up of 3 high pleated flounces, each edged with a garland of daisies. Blouse bodice in silk muslin of the same shade trimmed with a similarly pleated flounce, the head of which forms the bubble and is itself trimmed with daisies, the foot of the flounce is also trimmed with a garland of daisies. Ivory satin belt.

Matériaux: Mousseline de soie, 25 mètres en 120.

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2. Modèle de la Maison Diderot, 1, rue Morlot.

Sotie de bal ou de théâtre en satin broché noir, avec gros pli Watteau derrière et deux gros plis creux devant. Empiècement brodée de jais, avec pluie de jais retombant dans le dos. Grand col Médicis tout brodé de jais. Manches extrêmement larges garnies de mousseline de soie dans le bas.

Ball or theater cloak in black brocaded satin, with large Watteau pleat behind and two large box pleats in front. Yoke embroidered in jet, with rain of jet falling down the back. Large Medici collar all embroidered in jet. Extremely wide sleeves trimmed with chiffon at the bottom.

Matériaux: Soie brochée 15 mètres.

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3. Modèle de Mme Charmaison, 21, avenue de Messine.

Toilette de bal pour jeune femme, en satin broché vert d'eau. Jupe tout plate et unie. Corsage drapé terminé par un bouillonné fermant de côté, et garni d'un haut volant de point à l'aiguille avec tête bouillonnée, dans lequel sont posés des pavots de soie vert d'eau.

Ball gown for a young woman, in water-green brocaded satin. All flat and united skirt. Draped bodice finished with a shirred detail closing on the side, and trimmed with a high needlepoint ruffle with swirl head, in which are placed water-green silk poppies.

Matériaux: Satin broché 13 mètres.

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4. Mod¡ele de Mme Pelletier-Vidal, 19, rue de la Paix.

Toilette de dîner en satin Liberty maïs. Jupe plate sans garniture. Corsage en étoffe semblable, entièrement recouvert de tulle brodé crème et garni de gaze de soie brodée d'or, de paillettes et de cailloux du Rhin. Manches longues en tulle brodé semblable à la garniture du corsage avec volants sur les épaules.

Corn Liberty satin dinner toilet. Flat skirt without trim. Bodice of similar fabric, entirely covered with cream embroidered tulle and trimmed with silk gauze embroidered with gold, sequins and Rhine pebbles. Long sleeves in embroidered tulle similar to the bodice trim with ruffles on the shoulders.

Matériaux: 13 mètres satin, 2 m. 50 tulle.

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5. Modèle de Mme Laurent-Bourget, 45, rue de Richelieu.

Toilette de bal pour jeune fille, en mousseline de soie rose brodée de soie argent. Jupe plate du haut et garnie dans le bas d'un volant de mousseline de soie unie et plissée remontant derrière sur le milieu de la jupe. Corsage blouse tout froncé en mousseline de soie brodée. Une barrette de satin rose forme le décolleté avec 6 roses roses posées de côté. Manches courtes en mousseline unie formant nœuds.

Ball gown for a young girl, in pink silk muslin embroidered with silver silk. Flat skirt at the top and trimmed at the bottom with a flounce of plain, pleated silk muslin rising behind the middle of the skirt. Blouse bodice all gathered in embroidered silk muslin. A pink satin bar forms the neckline with 6 pink roses laid aside. Short sleeves in plain chiffon forming bows.

Matériaux: 15 mètres mousseline brodée, 5 mètres unie.

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6. Modèle de Mme Pelletier-Vidal, 19, rue de la Paix.

Toilette de bal pour jeune femme, en satin duchesse noir. Jupe toute plate entièrement brodée de paillettes de couleur se détachant sur le fond et formant dahlias et fougères sur le côté. Corsage également plat et brodé comme la jupe. Un empiècement de broderie de soie blanche fait le déolleté, et les épaulettes qui retombent sur 5 plis de lingerie formant une petite manche. Ceinture de satin noir.

Ball gown for a young woman, in black duchess satin. Very flat skirt entirely embroidered with colored sequins standing out on the bottom and forming dahlias and ferns on the side. Bodice also flat and embroidered like the skirt. A yoke of white silk embroidery makes the neckline, and the shoulder pads which fall over 5 folds of lingerie forming a small sleeve. Black satin belt.

Matériaux: 15 mètres satin.

#La Mode nationale #19th century #1890s #1898 #periodical #fashion #fashion plate #color #panorama #Bibliothèque nationale de France #dress #cape #collar #Modèles de chez #Mademoiselle Louise Piret #Madame Laurent-Bourget #Madame Pelletier-Vidal #Madame Charmaison #Madame Diderot

[purpleboytournament]

What are the most obscure submissions you've gotten? I have a feeling one of the ones I submitted will be included lol

It's hard to say what is and is not obscure. I had never heard of a lot of the characters submitted. That said, I'd say the three most obscure entries are, in my personal opinion:

High Geologist Shaggy. It's a wildly popular post that has been to many other sites, but it's still a Tumblr post.

Sly from Foot 2 Rue Extrême / Extreme Football. The only wiki (that I could find) is in French.

With the most obscure likely being Cockroach Boy from Nekra Psaria. I don't think this series even HAS a wiki.

#asks #not a purple poll

[mask131]

Occult Paris (2-A)

In the spring of 1948, three sisters – Leah, Margaret and Kate Fox, living in a rural town near Rochester in the state of New-York – claimed to have communicated with the dead, thanks to a turning table. People became obsessed with this trio of mediums and their poltergeists, and this was the start of the “spiritism craze”. This passion for communicating with the spirits soon reached Europe – and nor France, nor its capital Paris escaped it. In the upper classes of the capital, or in the “avant-garde milieu”, everybody tried to invoke the souls of the deceased inside tables for a little chat. Turning tables became one of the main entertainments of the time – or rather, a “spiritual sport”. It was the “greatest phenomenon” of the century, for many. But for the Church of France, it was something quite different… To quote the Chevalier Gougenot des Mousseaux, in his “La magie au dix-neuvième siècle” (Magic in the 19th century), “Magic, magnetism, somnambulism, spiritism, hypnotism – they are all but Satanism!”. The situation was taken very seriously by the religious authorities, to the point that the abbot Mautain, vicar of the archdiocese of Paris and doctor in theology, published a text tiled “Avertissement aux Chrétiens sur les tables tournantes”, “Warning for Christians about turning tables”. In it he described his experience seeing one day a basket twist itself “like a snake” and flee by crawling in front of a Gospel. The abbot Chevrojon, vicar of Saint-Roch, rather confessed having to battle against a “possessed stool”. For all the men of God of the time, spiritism was the work of the devil. As for the scientists of the Académie des sciences, it was all just charlatanism. For these rational and rigorist scholars, these tables could only turn through magician tricks, or by the subconscious muscular impulsions of the participants. For them, it was all just collective hallucinations, or autosuggestions.

But despite all the condemnations, despite all the warnings, despite all the debunking, people never stopped being obsessed with spiritism. In 1856, the emperor Napoléon III himself received officially in the Tuileries the Scottish medium Daniel Dunglas Home. During the séance they organized, a tale, several chairs and several furniture pieces started to float, while a host of famous spirits were invoked: Hortense de Beauharnais, Napoléon Ier, Marie-Antoinette, Jean-Jacques Rousseau and Blaise Pascal! But Home wanted to impress his imperial hosts too much, and this was his downfall: he was proven a fake when the Imperial Court went with him to Biarritz. There, “ghost hands” caressed the face of the empress Eugénie – but it was revealed to be the foot of the medium, wearing a glove! As it turns out, Home wasn’t a medium but a talented illusionists and hypnotists. Home was asked to leave France immediately – but despite this disgrace at the highest level of the government, secret societies and occult organizations of all sorts kept flowering and multiplying throughout France: spiritualists, theosophists, martinists, Rosicrucians, kabbalists, gnostics, neo-pagans, luciferians, Satanists… But three men in particular became extremely famous.

1) Allan Kardec

Born in Lyon in 1804, Hippolyte Léon Rivail settled at a very young age in Paris, where he opened a school (35, rue de Sèvres) where he taught based on the modern methods of the Swiss pedagogue Jean-Henry Pestalozzi, himself a fervent follower of Rousseau’s theories. Unfortunately, Rivail’s schools barely hold for a few years before closing – Rivail switched to the writing of manuals of grammar, arithmetic, chemistry and biology. It is when he was writing a chapter about the magnetism of animals that a friend of his told him about his personal “table experience”. Rivail had reached his fifties when he first took part in a séance of turning tables. He soon regularly visited these mediumnic séances – one rue de la Grange-Batelière, another rue Tiquetonne, a third rue de Rochechouart… One medium claimed that Rivail was actually the reincarnation of an old Breton druid by the name of Allan Kardec – and so the former teacher took this pseudonym as his new name. In 1857, the “new” Allan Kardec published the first and the most famous of his books, “Le Livre des Esprits”, The Book of Spirits, that he claims to have written under the command of… spirits! On the first day of April 1858, he creates in his home (8, rue des Martyrs) la Société spirite de Paris (The Spiritualist Society of Paris), and a newspaper by the name of “La Revue spirite” (The Spiritualist Review). Since his apartment becomes too small to welcome his many friends and disciples, Allan Kardec starts hosting reunions at the Palais-Royal, first in the galerie de Valois, than in the galerie Montpensier, and finally at the rue Sainte-Anne. Kardec created a true religion, whose influenced reached all of Europe – and even Brazil! He wrote many, many books: Qu’est-ce que le spiritisme? (What is spiritism?), Instruction pratique sur les manifestations spirites (Pratical instructions about spiritualist manifestations), Le Livre des médiums (The Book of mediums), L’Evangile selon le spiritism (The Spiritism Gospel), Le Ciel et l’Enfer ou La Justice Divine (Heaven and Hell, or the Divin Justice), and finally, La Genèse, les Miracles et les Prédictions selon le spiritisme (The Genesis, the Miracles and the Predictions according to spiritualism). In 1869, Allan Kardec did not die – but rather was “disembodied”, and his empty body buried in the Père-Lachaise cemetery. His grave, in the shape of a dolmen, is still one of the most famous tombstones of the entire cemetery.

2) Éliphas Lévi

Eliphas Lévi was the man who invented in the French language the word “occultisme”, “occultism”. Born Alphonse-Louis Constant in 1810, in the Odéon neighborhood, son of a shoemaker, he soon enters the seminary of Saint-Sulpice and he could have become a priest… if only he could “keep it in his pants”, if you excuse the expression. Young Constant was sent to a young girl’s house to catechize her, only for him to seduce and flirt with her – which officially put an end to his possible priestly career. His mother, who was a very pious woman, was so despaired and heartbroken by this she killed herself. Gifted for drawing, the young Constant started to live and work in artists studios, while enjoying a very lustful and un-chaste life. He notably was the lover of Flora Tristan, a socialist and feminist activist who would later become famous for being the grandmother of Paul Gauguin. Constant then became part of the staff of the collège oratorien de Juilly – and it was during this time that he wrote his first book, La Bible de la liberté (The Bible of freedom).

As soon as it was published, the book was pulled out of libraries, forbidden from being published, and both the author and edtor were summoned in the assize court of Paris for “attack against the public and religious property and moral”. Constant was locked up in the Sainte-Pélagie prison for eleven months, and when he got out he married Marie-Noémie Cadiot, an eighteen year old woman (he was over thirty!). He wrote a pamphlet called “La Voix de la famine” (The Voice of famine), and he was once again condemned to one year of prison. He however only did half of his time in prison – which allowed him to participate in the revolution of February 1848. He was now a wanted man – in fact, a revolutionary who happened to look like him was shot dead rue Saint-Martin! A few years later, in the 120 boulevard du Montparnasse, he wrote the book that truly started his legend: Dogme et rituel de la haute magie (Dogma and ritual of the high magic). To publish this book he took the pseudonym of Éliphas Lévi, which was the Hebraic translation of Alphonse-Louis. In this book, the author created the portrait of a fantastical creature that was then copy-pasted and spread through the press: Baphomet, the so-called idol worshiped by the Templar Knights. Lévi described the creature as having the head of a goat, the breast of a woman, hooves, wings, and a pentagram on the forehead – sitting cross-legged while flames burn over its head. After this first success, Lévi kept producing best-sellers: Histoire de la magie (History of magic), La Clef des grands mystères (The Key of great mysteries), La Science des esprits (The Science of spirits), Le Grand Arcane (The Great Arcana)… Admired by the occultists of his time, he regularly gave tarot readings or chiromancy readings, and he started practicing alchemical experiments. He became friend with Alexandre Dumas, wrote several songs, became a guest in several literary salons, and he even was presented to Victor Hugo throughout the daughter of Théophile Gautier, Judith Gautier. He died in 1875 and was buried in the cemetery of Ivry.

3) Papus

Born in Spain of a French father and Spanish mother, Gérard Encausse was just a child when his parents settled in Montmartre. He had a pretty normal childhood at the Rollin school (today’s Jacques-Decour highschool), where he had already created an esoteric journal and a secret society with other teenagers. Becoming a medicine student, he actually spends most of his time studying divinatory arts, the tarot, the Kabbalah, and the arts of chiromancy, numerology and hypnosis. He takes the pseudonym of “Papus”, the name of a genius doctor of Antiquity. Papus was a “bon vivant”, as we say in France, a man who enjoyed all the pleasures of life and hanged out with the bohème of Montmartre – he notably spent a lot of time in Le Chat noir cabaret. Papus was for a time part of the Theosophical Society created in the United-States by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky, but he soon decided to stay independent and create his own organization. Or rather, re-crate, as he resurrected l’Ordre martiniste (The Martinist Order), inspired by the mage of the 18th century, Martinès de Pasqually. The first Martinist loge was in the 24, rue Pigalle. Papus had a clear sense of hierarchy and of mise en scène: as the leader of the Order, he goes by the title “The Unknown Philosopher”, while his right hands take titles such as “The Unknown Brother”, “The Initiated Brother”, “The Associated Brother”. During their ceremonies, the members of the Order wear a red dress, a black silk mask and Egyptian cloth-strips similar to the one wrapping up mummies, while holding a sword. In its peak, the Order had twenty thousand members spread across Europe, Russia and the United-States.

Papus worked however outside of his personal organization: he also worked to rebuild the ancient brotherhood of the Kabbalistic Rose Cross. In 1889, he participates to the first International Spiritualist Congress, that takes place in Paris, rue Cadet, while also founding the GIEE – the Groupe indépendant d’études ésotériques (The Independent Group of Esoteric Studies), which is opened by a conference at the 44, rue Turbigo, and which gathers all of the spiritualists of Paris. All the disciples participating to this opening conference notably obtain a diploma. The next yar, Papus creates with the poet Lucien Chamuel “la librairie du Merveilleux”, the book-shop of the Marvelous, 29 rue de Trévise. In the back-room, Papus and his friend work on creating their journal “L’Initiation”, that Rome itself blacklisted, their monthly publication L’Union occulte (The Occult Union), as well as their weekly “Le Voile d’Isis” (The Veil of Isis), and various almanacs. It was also in the backroom of the bookshop that you could find the seat of La Faculté libre des sciences hermétiques (The Free Faculty of Hermetic Sciences).

In 1902, Papus and Lucien Chamuel sell the book-shop of the Marvelous to open a new bookshop, this one called “librairie d’Hermétisme” (Bookshop of Hermetism), at the 3 and 5 rue de Savoie – plus an annex rue Séguier. By now, the personal office of the occult master looked like an Egyptian temple: he notably wrote there many of the 160 various texts that were attributed to him. In 1905, the tsar Nicolas II invites him to Saint-Petersburg for a spiritism séance: it was said that during this meeting, the French wizard managed to invoke the ghost of Alexandre III (which, according to the rumors, made Rasputin very jealous). In June of 1908, Papus gathers at Paris the Spiritualist Congress, gathering thirty thousand members from all of Europe – it took place in the salle des Sociétés savants, in the 8th of rue Danton. During the Great War, Papus was named chief-physician paramedic, but he did not survive the war, dying of tuberculosis before the end of the conflict. Some whispered that he might have been cursed by an envious Rasputin…

 Some additional notes, to understand the Papus article:

# Helena Petrovna Blavatsky, born in Russia, founded in New-York in 1875 the Theosophical Society, which soon spread world-wide. Her teachings were a syncretism of Buddhism, Hinduism, Christianism and esoteric thinking. In Paris, the theosophy received its first disciples in 1883. A journal, Le Lotus Bleu (The Blue Lotus) was founded. The seat of the French Theosophical Society was at the 4, square Rapp, in the seventh arrondissement.

# Jacques Martinès de Pasqually, a Portuguese Jew that converted himself to Catholicism, travelled in France in 1750 and founded there the society of the Order of the Mason Knights elected Cohen (Cohen, in Hebrew, meaning “priests”). Louis Claude de Saint-Martin, nicknamed “The Unknown Philosopher”, was his secretary. The Martinist Order, or Martinism, offered to its adepts to become “beings of God” by mixing spirituality and magic.

# The Rose Cross is a secret and mystic brotherhood created by Christian Rosenkreutz in Germany in the 17th century. Very soon, it became a phenomenon in Paris. The Rosicrucian Order preaches justice and truth.

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[teloisstuff]

OK... SO;... I cannot get over WHY they didn’t choose Tag’s original grown up design which you see here for the revamped 3D version of extreme football. He seems so much more like the original character wth XD

this is from the official 3D design research here : 

http://boombros.net/animation/portfolio/foot-2-rue/

#foot 2 rue #Street Football #extreme football #foot de rue extreme #f2r #foot 2 rue extreme #concept art

[kissiserp]

My new ship! Ines x Tag! And you wonder why! Lol ❤😍❤😍❤😍❤

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[doonymoon]

Wholesome besties,,,i adore them 🥺💘

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I thought the dress sam’s wearing was pretty, but the more i look at it the more i feel like i didn’t put enough effort into it, but it’s alright...i might make something like this with da boys :0 

but I’m currently working on a teloïse drawing so like pray i never eff it up or smth pls PLS

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[fenika-s]

Some drawings of Joey and the team, Joey is one of my favourite characters :D (This was drawn in my doodle book)

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[ncllywrites]

Cuddle Buddies

elliot (euphoria) x fem!reader

jules, rue and fez make appearances!

summary: maybe meeting new people isn’t so bad

warning: NSFW content, strong language, unprotected sex, creampie, dom!elliot, oral (female receiving), fingering, i think that’s it??

wc: 2.5k words

A/N: i wrote this a while back for a different fandom and since this is my first time sharing my writing in about 2 years?? i decided to rework it for elliot! i'm open to feedback as long as its positive and constructive :)

i do not own this gif - all credit goes to the creator

I was stretched out on the couch when Jules walked into the room, her face buried in her phone. “What’s up, Jules?” She lifted her head and gave me a lopsided smile, picking my legs up and laying them on her lap.

Nothing, Rue and Ellie are coming over to hang in a bit.” I furrowed my eyebrows, my foot twitching slightly as she brushed her fingers over my shin.

“Who?”

“Elliot. A friend of ours.” I hummed, laying my head back on the couch. Jules and I have been friends for years and I’ve never heard of Elliot. I stared at the side of Jules’ head, my mood slowly turning sour. I remembered when I poured my entire heart out to her, letting her know how much I hated meeting new people. I turned my head away from her, feeling slightly annoyed.

The doorbell rang and Jules practically shoved my legs off of her to rush over to open the door. She must really like this Elliot person, huh? I heard Jules laugh a bit too hard before bringing Rue and their guest into a hug, dragging them through the open door. I tilted my head back to see a tall guy with bleached hair staring at me with an unreadable expression.

“I’m Elliot.” He held his hand out for me to shake. I slowly rolled over and took his hand, the whole encounter probably lasting longer than it needed to. “I’m assuming you’re Y/N? It’s nice to finally meet you by the way. These two never shut up about you.” He chuckles softly, eyes lingering on me for a second while a smirk works its way onto his face.

“Yeah, you too.” Jules looked between the two of us, a scowl taking over her expression.

“Okay…” she said, drawing out the ‘y’, guiding Elliot to the stairs to follow after Rue. “ We’re gonna go smoke in my room. Shout if you need me.” Elliot walked up the stairs after Jules, his eyes occasionally flicking over to me. He put one foot on the stairs, giving me another once-over before leaving the room with a wink.

Shaking the extremely sexual intrusive thoughts out of my head, I made my way back over to the couch to watch another episode of whatever was on tv knowing my mom would kill me if she even thought she smelled weed on me.

After a few more episodes, I decided to stop ignoring my stomach that was basically eating away at itself at this point and texted Jules, offering to go on a food run.

Not long after the text was delivered, Jules replied with a three paragraph order which made me roll my eyes because I should’ve known that she’d be ready to eat her body weight in snacks after smoking.

As I’m bent over lacing up my shoes, I feel hands grip my waist and someone’s crotch graze the curve of my ass. I whip around ready to swing, only to come face to face - well chest - with Elliot.

“Hey, I thought I’d come along for the ride. Maybe we could get to know each other a little better, hmm?”

Trying to play off the fact that I wanted him to push me up against the wall and kiss me until I passed out, I grabbed my phone and keys, and headed out the door.

“I could definitely use some help carrying all of the girls’ snacks in” I call over my shoulder as I head to my car.

Hopping in, I let Elliot connect to the bluetooth. I can’t have a crush on someone with trash music taste! What if he listens to Polka music or something?

My thoughts got cut off when the intro to Poppin’ My Collar began to play through the car. Gasping, I effortlessly rap the song word for word.

Pulling up to Fez’s store, I look over to the passenger seat to see Elliot with a look of awe on his face.

“What was that?!” he exclaimed. Shrugging, I got out of the car, hoping that he didn’t see how nervous he was making me. “What? I used to listen to this all the time when I was little.”

We made small talk as we walked around the shop grabbing everything on Jules’ list. Dropping everything on the counter, Fez looked up at me like I was crazy. “Damn kid, where you finna put all this shit?” Rolling my eyes, I laugh as I playfully punch his shoulder. “It’s not all for me, asshole. Jules and Rue are back at home high as hell.” Fez shook his head as he laughed under his breath, not needing any more of an explanation.

“Hey bro, can I also get a pack of Honey Backwoods?” Elliot spoke up from behind me. Looking over my shoulder, Fez gave him a slight nod. “Sure thing, playboy. Your total is gonna be $17.55.” Elliot handed Fez a $20 bill and then we made our way back to Jules’.

As soon as my hand made contact with the doorknob, the door was yanked open and the plastic bag was snatched out of my hand.

I turned to see if Elliot had seen what just happened when I heard a huge thud. I looked back into the house to see Rue sprawled out on the steps for a few seconds before she jumped right back up and kept running to Jules’ room, shouting a quick “I’m fine!” behind her.

Shaking his head, Elliot chuckles. “Let’s get up there before they eat everything.”

Just as he said, we walked into the room to see the bed covered in various snack wrappers, half a honeybun hanging out of Rue’s mouth.

Grabbing a bag of doritos, I offered some to Elliot, knowing that Jules was very particular when it came to sharing her food.

After all the snacks were eaten, I went downstairs to throw away the trash. On my way back to the room I was brought into a hug by Rue, “I totally forgot I had a meeting tonight so I’m gonna dip. Love you Y/N/N.” When I got back to the room, I saw Jules wrapping her arms around Elliot’s waist while her head was resting on his shoulder.

Seeing them hold each other so close sent a pang of jealousy coursing through my body. ‘Rue barely made it down the street’ I thought to myself.

“Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt. I guess I’ll downstairs or something…” I say, the whole situation making me feel awkward.

“No! Come cuddle with us Y/N/N” Jules said, stretching her arm out towards me without making any effort to move from her place on the bed. “Yeah Y/N/N, come cuddle.” Elliot repeats, the rasp of his voice making my knees buckle slightly.

Elliot shifts on the bed to make space for me to lay down. I sat down, making sure to leave some space between the two of us, focusing on whatever was playing on the tv until I got dragged closer to Elliot’s chest.

“Why are you so far? I don’t bite” he said, sending me a sly wink. Leaning up, I see Jules nodding off.

I was so caught up in the movie that I didn’t notice Elliot aimlessly tracing shapes on my exposed skin. I let out a soft moan, my eyes going wide as I realized what I had just done.

“Elliot, we have to stop. Jules is right there!” Sliding Jules’ deadweight off of his arm, he headed towards the door, only stopping to look back at me once he realized that I wasn’t following him.

Noticing my puzzled look, he chuckles. “You said we couldn’t do anything in the same room as Jules, so we’re moving to the couch. Let’s go.” And with a tilt of his head, he was already halfway down the stairs.

I sat on the bed, stunned at how Elliot’s demanding tone made me feel before scrambling toward the stairs, not wanting to make him wait any longer. Once in the living room, I went to sit down next to Elliot, only to be dragged into his lap. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he placed his chin on my shoulder and began to nibble on my earlobe.

“I like making you squirm. It’s cute to see you lose all self control around me. I’m glad you know who’s in charge, babydoll.”

The whole time he was teasing me and whispering in my ear, his right hand made its way up to my throat, while his left hand slowly spread my thighs, squeezing ever so often.

Keeping his grip on my throat, Elliot flipped us over so that my back was pressed against the couch. “You gonna let me make you feel good, baby?” he asked as he left a trail of kisses from my lips to the dip of my collarbone.

My breath hitched in my throat, all I could do was nod my head like a scared little kid. Smirking, he backed up and removed his top, leaving him in his grey sweatpants.

Sensing my hesitancy to undress in front of him, he cupped my cheeks. “You don’t have to be uncomfortable around me, baby. I’m sure you have a beautiful body.”

Slowly pulling my hoodie over my head, I keep my eyes down and fold my arms over my newly exposed torso. Elliot grabs my hands and brings them towards his face, pressing gentle kisses across my knuckles.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of. Your body is perfect.”

Feeling slightly more confident, I let him continue kissing down my chest until he reached the hem of my jeans. Dragging down both the pants and my thong to just below my knees, he stared at my glistening slit, then looked back up at me. “Looks like someone’s excited! How many times are you gonna cum for me, baby?” He said as his tongue danced along my throbbing clit.

Before I could answer, Elliot sucked my clit into his mouth and through primal instinct, my fingers tangled themselves in his shaggy bleached locks and I clamped my thighs around his head. He stayed there for a while, alternating between flicking and rolling his tongue around my bud before tapping my thigh, signaling for me to let him up.

The sight of his flushed face gasping for air and the string of saliva that connected his bottom lip to the tip of my clit made me clench around nothing, much to his amusement. Spreading my folds with both hands, he slid his tongue into my entrance, licking up any arousal that might have leaked out.

As his tongue maneuvered through my soaked folds, Elliot began to rub his thumb over my clit in tight circles. “Oh fuck, Elliot, I’m gonna…” and before I could finish my sentence, I came right on his slick pink muscle.

Making sure he had my undivided eye contact, he swiped his fingers across his cheeks, collecting any cum that missed his mouth and made a show of sucking his fingers clean, making sure to show me that he did in fact swallow it when he was done.

Elliot quickly removed his sweatpants, his boxers coming off as well. Lifting me by my waist, he took my place on the couch. “I wanna be inside you so bad, baby.” Kicking off my bottoms, I straddle his lap as he lines himself up with my entrance. Once he bottoms out, we both let out guttural moans. “Shit, I hope Jules doesn’t wake up.” “We’ll be fine. She once slept through the sirens of 3 firetrucks when her neighbor’s backyard was on fire, I don’t think your moaning is gonna wake her up.”

Before Elliot could ask any questions, I began to grind my hips into his, reveling in the friction of his happy trail against my swollen nub. Once he set a pace that was comfortable for the both of us, he began to thrust up into me, the clapping of our skin motivating him to pound into me even harder.

Suddenly Elliot got a burst of confidence and flipped me onto my stomach on the carpet, thrusting into me from behind. I began thrusting back to meet his strokes halfway, reaching back to wrap my around the back of his head, leaning my head back onto his shoulder. “Who knew Ellie had it in him, hmm? I bet this is too much for you.” I said in a teasing tone.

Catching me off guard, he gripped my neck and pressed my face down into the plush carpet, spanking my ass with every thrust. “Keep that shit up and you won’t cum again anytime soon.” He growled through gritted teeth. “Mmh, shit… you’re fucking me so deep, Ellie, ‘m sorry! Please let me cum, baby.”

Looking down, he saw that I was rubbing my clit vigorously, so he slapped my hand away, making me whine before he replaced my fingers with his, bringing me to my climax. With a tight grip on my waist, he began to plow into me. “Fuck I’m gonna cum.” “Don’t pull out, Ellie. I’m on the pill. I wanna feel you fill me up.” His hips stuttered at my request and a swear I heard him whimper as his strokes got sloppier by the second.

With a strained “Fuck”, I felt Elliot’s warm release spill inside of my pussy. He fell forwards, leaning his sweaty forehead on my shoulder blade, peppering my skin with light kisses as I tried to not clench around his pulsating cock that was slowly softening within me.

With our backs pressed up against the couch, we tried to catch our breath, basking in the comfortable silence before getting dressed again, praying that Jules had slept through all of that.

Even though I knew that Jules was a heavy sleeper, we still walked softly up the stairs and into Jules’ room where she was now at the center of the bed. Lifting the covers, we slid in on either side of the blonde, hoping to not wake her. Right after we settled into our places, Jules rolled over, rubbing her eyes, a slight pout present on her face. “Where’d you guys go? I woke up a couple times and didn’t feel anyone else in bed.”

Choking on my spit, I look over at Elliot who didn’t even seem panicked at the thought of Jules potentially hearing him blow my back out on her living room carpet. “Oh, we went down to the living room so we wouldn't wake you up with our loud conversation, right Y/N?” Shaking myself out of shock, I stumble over my words before agreeing with Elliot. “Uh, we- yeah, YEAH! You just looked so peaceful and we didn't wanna bother you.”

Wrapping her arms around both of our necks, Jules pulled us in for a group hug. “Awe, that’s so sweet! I knew you guys would get along. I love you guys.” Looking dead into my eyes, Elliot replies.

“I love you, too.”

#elliot euphoria #elliot smut #euphoria x reader #euphoria hbo #elliot x you #dominic fike #dominic fike smut

[futurebicon]

Carolina

Marine Biologist AU that no one asked for but I wrote because I miss my second home. Probably two parts.

Very brief mention of a family members death

"Hi welcome to-" Leo stopped his normal speech when he was met with the two most gorgeous men he had ever laid eyes on. "Welcome to the Fort Fisher aquarium. I'm your tour guide Leo and this is Regulus." He somehow managed to snap out of his shock even though the greeting was all muscle memory.

“Two guides. Must be special." The red haired one laughed a laugh that made doves fly. "I'm Finn." He shook their hands.

"That and both of us wanted a break from sticky children trying to swim with the sharks and gators." Reg smiled.

"Sharks? Like ocean sharks? And ocean alligators?" The shorter one asked in shock and a lot more than a sprinkle of fear.

'Fuck he's adorable' Leo swore internally. "Alligators are typically fresh water reptiles but if you are asking if they are real sharks and alligators, than no. They're they’re hyperealalistic mechanical sculptures." He kept a straight face.

"Cute and funny." Finn flashed him a smile after another angelic laugh.

Leo had to remind himself to not die right then and there.

“Don't worry, Logan" Finn told the other one. "I'll protect you from the scary teeth, baby."

Now Leo was sad.

“Oh yeah, right after you stop ogling over our hot tour guide."

Now Leo was slightly less sad and confused.

“Actually." Regulus pulled out his phone. "Our manager just texted and said he needs someone in the gift shop. Have fun." He left with a pat on Leos back.

Leo glared as he walked away, they didn't get texts from anyone for any assignment. Hence the walkie talkies on their belt loops.

“So, follow me and we can start the tour." +++

“This is our 235,000 gallon tank." Leo stood over top of the two story tall tank. In here we have our eagle rays, round stingrays, whiptail stingrays, hammerhead sharks, sandbar sharks, sand tiger sharks, hammerhead sharks. We also have two moray eels and an abundance of fish including shanks and groupers. And a personal favorite, Sheldon the green sea turtle.” Leo stood on the rusted grate with ease as if he didn’t care about the hammerhead only a few feet away from his toes.

“Um, this is great and all but can we not stand on the edge without a railing?” Logan stayed as far away as he could an the 2 feet wide walkway.

“You’re completely safe don’t worry.” Leo flashed a reassuring smile.

“Okay yeah but-”

“Stop being a baby, Lo.” Finn poked his side.

“I’m sorry I’m scared of falling into a 23 foot deep death cylinder filled with sharks.” Logan defended himself.

“Alright we can go officially start the tour.” Leo laughed. “But we do have to walk across the tank.”

“We what?” Logan asked.

“It’s okay. Just don’t look down.” He decided to risk a wink.

“Listen to the hot guide, babe.” Finn kissed Logan’s cheek. “I’ll hold your hand.”

“I love you, Harzy. But I do not trust you enough to not try and scare me.”

“I promi- no I don’t. Fine.” Finn whined when his plans were spoiled.

“Alright, let’s go.” Leo laughed.

They got across the walkway with only a few exaggerated wobbles to scare Logan. And a very grumpy Logan when Leo told him there was another way around the tank.

+++

“So here we have our bald eagle Maverick.” Leo walked up to the opened enclosure. “He’s five years old and has been here since he was two. He was found on the side of the road nearly starved after being hit by a car. If you look at his left wing you can see it juts out a little. That is due to the bones fusing together incorrectly and it makes him unable to ever fly again.” He recited the well known script.

“Poor baby” Finn stuck his bottom lip out.

Leo blinked away the urge to kiss the sad look off his face.

“If we walk up here you can see the aquariums prized possession.” Leo smiled. “Luna the albino Alligator.”

“Oh my god.” Finn hurried over to the glass.

“She looks like you, lover. Pale as fuck.” Logan teased.

“Luna is one of just 100 recorded albino alligators world wide.”

“World wide?” Logan asked in shock.

“Yeah. It’s an extremely rare genetic mutation and due to the inability to hide from predators they’re numbers are next to zero. Very soon they’ll be no more albino gators.”

“What happened to that alligators toes?” Logan pointed at the dark green alligator.

“That’s Gantur. He still hasn’t learn that Luna’s the leader.”

“She bit them off?” Logan’s eyes went wide.

“Don’t underestimate her. Ready to continue?”

+++

“This is my favorite exhibit.” Leo’s face lit up as they walked up to the touch pool.

“Touch anything as long as you use two fingers and don’t pick anything up.”

“Are those stingrays?” Finn pointed towards the end of the touch pool.

“Yeah. They’re still babies and their stingers have been trimmed. Their barbs are like thumbnails and can be clipped monthly without any harm.”

“What are those?”

Leo’s face lit up impossibly more.

“These are horseshoe crabs.” He held onto one of the dark greenish brown banjo shaped creature.

“They are also called living fossils due to the fact that they haven’t evolved at all since the dinosaurs, around 450 million years. It’s mostly due to the fact that they didn’t need anything added or taken away for survival. They were made perfectly. Now their tails.” He pointed to the long stick like end as it moved around with the help of what looked like scaley gills. “Most people look at it and think it will hurt. But it won’t hurt at all. They are extremely, extremely clumsy and use the long tail to flip themselves back over.”

“Sounds like you.” Finn kissed Logan.

“Rude.” Logan scoffed.

“Horseshoe crabs aren’t actually crabs at all. They’re actually more closely related to scorpions and spiders. Watch.” Leo smirked and flipped it over.

There were five pairs of claws moving around as the gills moved up and down like abs, causing the tail to move with it.

“Here-” Leo grabbed Logan’s hand, he tried hard to ignore the way his skin burned. “Touch it.”

“Oh no I’m okay to just look.”

“Come on, just touch it.” Leo begged. “Please just touch it.” He pouted.

“Oh my fuck you’re adorable.” Logan voiced Leo’s exact same thoughts from before.

“Here” he blushed and bit his lib to contain the smile. “Touch it.” He guided Logan’s hand down to the center of the legs, desperately trying to not think about how close they were. Logan’s t-shirt touching his blue polo shirt with his name stitched in the side. The way he could feel Logan’s breathing against his side, the way his leg was pressed between Logans le- stop it.

“Eww that feels weird” Logan’s laughed raised goosebumps on his arm.

“You’re touch his mouth.”

“Ew ew ew ew” Logan pulled his hand away quickly as Finn cackled.

“You asshole” Logan laughed as he pushed Leo lightly.

“Sorry, but it’s funny.” Leo laughed.

“You are now my second favorite person on earth.” Finn put a hand on Leo’s shoulder. “Oh my god I’m crying.” He wiped his eyes.

“Wouldn’t mind if he stayed our favorite.” Logan smiled.

Leo blushed and moved onto the regular view of the huge tank.

+++

“So how’d you get a job here?” Logan asked Leo as they walked around.

“I’ve lived on the island my whole life and started volunteering here when I was 13.” He explained. “I’m going to UNCW for marine biology. Are you two just here for vacation? Even though it’s April.”

“No. We’re actually moving down here. My grandparents owned the arcade on the boardwalk and left it to me once they passed.” Finn told him.

“Oh. I’m sorry about their passing.”

“It’s okay. Didn’t really know them at all.”

“Well I’ll hopefully see you around.”

“Maybe you don’t have to hope.”

Leo tilted his head in confusion.

“We were just wondering if you would want to show us around the island.” Logan told him. “We’ve only been here for a few days and this is the first place we’ve been to. Not even the beach.”

“Oh that’s nearly a sin.” Leo teased. “I’d love to show you guys around. I get off in an hour.”

“Perfect.” Finn said happily. “Do you want to drive over to our house and then switch cars or do you need to change?”

“That’ll work. There’s a locker room and since there’s next to no one here considering the time of year Evan will probably let me leave early.” Leo couldn’t hide his smile as they walked into the brightly lit gift shop.

Logan let out a loud gasp and ran over to the 6 foot long jellyfish stuffie. “I want it.”

“It’s tentacles are going to strangle you, love.” Finn shook his head.

“Kinky” Logan wiggled his eyebrows.

Finn scoffed as three other people in the quiet store laughed.

“Oh hi again Regulus.” Logan smiled at the black haired man who was sitting on the countertop beside the register tossing a brightly colored foam ball with turtles on it between his hands.

“Hey” He smiled back.

“What’d they need help with down here?” Finn looked around the empty room cluelessly.

“He didn’t help me?” The girl beside him raised an eyebrow. “Hi, Rue by the way.” She waved before going back to glaring at Regulus. “Did Evan tell you to help me?”

“No.” Reg smirked. “Just wanted to leave Leo alone with his crushes.”

“Reg” Leo pushed him.

“It’s mutual.” Finn said and Logan nodded.

“Okay. I’m gonna go ask Evan if I can get off early so I can show you a tour of the island and then get changed and I’ll be back down.” Leo changed the subject quickly.

“They’ll show you a tour of their bedroom and then get you off early.” Rue said quietly but not quiet enough. Leo shoved her hard as Logan, Finn, and Reg cackled.

+++

“So are we ready?” Leo walked back down in shorts and a UNCW t-shirt.

A cropped UNCW t-shirt.

“Uh- yeah. Yeah. Um, yeah.” Finn stuttered failing to make it look like he wasn’t staring at Leo’s tan abs.

Finn on the other hand had no shame. His eyes raked his entire body as his mouth went dry.

“Alright. I’ll follow you guys?”

“Huh? Oh yeah.” Logan nodded.

“Get it Knut.” Reg cupped his hands over his mouth and shouted as they left the gift shop and headed outside to the 100 degree weather.

@lumosinlove

#lumosinlove #sweater weather #sweater weather lumosinlove #oknutzy #Carolina

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Awards Night

Summary: Raul wins an Academy Award for Best Actor and drinks himself to oblivion to celebrate. Lynette has to take him back home.

Rating: K+ - Suitable for more mature childen, 9 years and older, with minor action violence without serious injury. May contain mild coarse language. Should not contain any adult themes.

Words: 1000

Notes: I don’t really care for Oscars, but I think they are today? Oh, well, enjoy.

Raul is very, very drunk. He is a sort of drunk that is so out of it to remember tonight come tomorrow morning.

The blond man is not, usually, a heavy drinker. He is not abstemious by any stretch of the imagination, but he is usually forced to keep such a perfect physical condition that indulging in anything was impossible, lest of all booze. So, he downed six or seven Cosmopolitans per week and that was it.

Yet, every once in a while, it came around an especial occasion, and on those, he preferred to celebrate in style. It was understandable, Lynette believes, as his life was surprisingly spartan, with rules on just about all behaviours one could have, and it did drive the point home as to why he was so liberal about sex when she first met him: it was just about the only thing in his life that was not dictated by someone else.

It did him very well to let his hair down. He ate and drank to his heart’s content, caring little for counting calories or whatever his trainer or nutritionist would tell him to do. He would indulge in his vices, laugh and celebrate, even if he knows he would rue his decision the following day.

Tonight, there was that year’s Academy Awards, and he was nominated on the Lead Actor category for his role in Goddess Upon the Camel, Part 2. Contrary to prior expectations, her fiancé had managed to win the statue, and he was, understandably, beyond happy.

Happy, and a coveted guest in every after-party in the city tonight. Lynette had to stop and think hard to remember how many parties they had been that evening, and even then, she is a little bit hazy on the details. She thinks they started at the cast afterparty, then they went to the press guild’s party, then to the house of the Lead Actress category winner, then it was to a club downtown hosted by the Goddess Upon the Camel director, then the actors’ guild, and then, finally, the sun began to slowly rise in between the skyscrapers and they made their way home on a cab.

Raul, evidently, is beyond drunk, and his fiancée, herself, while relatively sober, was extremely tired. As such, moving around had become a chore, and she still had to carry him up the stairs to their bedroom, in spite of the fact that he truly is not helping her at all.

The much larger man is leaning heavily on her shoulder, trying to press kisses to her neck and jawline as she tries to bear his weight and convince him to lift his foot one step at a time, to at least hoist his own weight up standing through the steps in the long staircase.

“Sweetheart, stop squirming so much.” He mutters, turning and wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. “Le-Lemme love you right.”

The blond Action star pulls Lynette tight against his front, going in for a kiss, but she places a hand on his chest and push him back.

“Come on, Raul, one more step.” She whispers tiredly, taking the next step by herself. “We’re almost in our bedroom. If we get there, we can lay together, right?”

The trick works, and he is immediately following her, his long and strong arms extended in front of him as he makes grabby hands at her waist.

He whines, face twisting in desperation. “No, come back…”

She leads him backwards, almost if she is taunting a bull, all the way to their bedroom, corralling him inside and managing to get the door shut quietly behind her all before he reattaches himself to her waist. There, mission accomplished, now all she had to do was to take off his clothes and put him to bed, preferably with the head sticking out.

Raul wraps his arms around his fiancée from behind, pressing his face into her neck. He places a small kiss at the nape, then repeats the motion all the way up to her jawline.

“I love you.” He whispers in her ear. “I love you so much. I couldn’t do it without you, y’know, right?”

Lynette attempts to peel off his arms, groaning softly when that only makes him grip her tighter.

“I love you too, honey, but you are too drunk and you need to lay down before you get hurt. It’s time for bed, come on.” The woman states, trying to lead him to lay down.

She can feel his lips twitch into a smirk and then, before she has the chance of even thinking to react, he is picking her up bridal style and carrying her to the bed in a dramatic flourish.

The large man tosses her onto the expensive bedspread, crawling over her with a predatory grin on his face.

“I like the sound of that.” He drawled, before diving to ravish her neck once again.

Lynette presses on his shoulder and he surprisingly lets her push him until he is on his back and she is on her side, leaning over him. She places a kiss on the corner of his lips and then another on his forehead and his eyes slide closed with a hum. He was more tired than his horny excitement over sex would first suggest.

“I love you.” Raul whispers, sweetly and quietly.

He throws his left arm around, reaching up to rest lightly on her own upper arm, making circular movements with his thumb. In the end, she could not manage to undress either him or herself, but they were so tired that she is sure that neither one would mind that.

His head lolls to the side and his hand slowly slips from its place on her arm.

“I love you too.” The pink-haired woman whispers back. “Sweet dreams, Raul.”

Her words are immediately followed by a small humming noise from her fiancé and she smiles when she realizes he has already fallen asleep.

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Cupid Parasite Masterlist

#cupid parasite #Raul Aconite