#lilotte

[aubnee]

Lilotte.

#dofus #wakfu #dofus fanart #wakfu fanart #lilotte

[ol-files]

#waven #maskeman #tristepin de percedal #lilotte

[doggirlsotd]

Today’s dog girl of the day is Lilotte from Dofus!

#dog girls otd #dofus #dofus movie #dofus lilotte

[kerubimcrepin]

Dofus: The Production - what is left of the old movie

Originally, the movie was supposed to tie in with the game and the Welsh & Shedar series, and be a trilogy.

As we had already explored on this blog, this did not happen for a variety of reasons.

Welsh and Shedar got cannibalized by other projects due to its cancellation, and the script of the movie "Dofus Book 1: Joris Jurgen" had to be completely rewritten from its old plot;

In that movie, Joris was likely supposed to be a street urchin, who survived together with Lilotte, who was a rogue, and the trailer we have for the older version of the movie reflects that:

As we can also see from the trailer, and the poster featured earlier, proto-Kerubim is also a part of the movie, and Khan was not yet meant to be a boufbowler.

(And considering the posters, the cat that inspired Kerubim's design was also a part of the movie. I wonder if it's related to Welsh's cat from Welsh and Shedar? But maybe I'm just crazy.)

Subsequently, the movie came out at a much later date than planned originally.

(two images included because, bizarrely, there are two versions - one with Joris's tail censored, and the other with his tail uncensored. This proves that already at this point they had a draconic backstory in mind for him, though we do know that at the time of Wakfu season 1 (and, likely, the cancelled DS game, as was noted in my post about it) it was not the case.)

Also, interestingly, it is the only art of this time to include the tail. A possible error on Xa's part, or something that was considered very briefly?

In the end, Kerubim (as well as Simone) swallowed up not just the design of Welsh's cat, clothes, and Ecaflip friend;

He also got the role Julith was supposed to have, both metaphorically, and also literally.

Or not entirely — considering the fact that Joris was supposed to spend time with him anyway, since we have art of Joris on his mount from that old draft.

It's quite interesting, to think of all that could have been different in the 2009-2012 version of the movie!

But even during the making of the second draft of the movie, a lot of things have changed. From the first idea of Joris winning Kerubim back at a pachinko machine, to the concept art of Joris's non-possessed appearance.

The movie was being actively rewritten at the time of the making of Aux Tresors, so some of the early drafts were already tied in with its canon — taking place in Astrub, to be specific — but not with its ending, because the show was still ongoing.

At one point there was supposed to be a whole cast of Huppermage characters, and judging from the fact one of them is mentioned in the following text, they did play some sort of role in the plot:

It is likely that from this early draft it was decided that Joris would be a boufbowl fan, which was then worked in as a plot point in Aux Tresors.

(Stélina may be a proto-version of Bakara.)

It also seems that at this stage, it would be likely that Lilotte was reworked to be the Princess of Bonta, before eventually becoming the Ouginak we know and love.

After this Ankama once again returned to the concept of Lilotte as an orphan, though — even when the movie was still set in Astrub!

And it seems that the draft involved travel between Astrub and Bonta, judging from the usage of a Zaap to attack Luis.

And even at this point they have come up with the tragically cut "Joris and Khan go to adult industry workers and Joris (10yo boy) engages in depressed underaged drinking" scene.

(I'll never forgive Ankama for cutting this. I still argue that it's in character for Khan, our detested/beloved turbovirgin, to do this — as long as he doesn't get together with any of the women due to thinking himself "too good" for them.)

Also, at some point the gods were supposed to play a role. And personally, I am glad it was cut — it feels a bit too grand for the first movie in what was supposed to be a series.

I don't have any grand statement, or conclusion, but it is interesting to see all the ways the movie has changed.

#ro liveblogs dofus #dofus #wakfu #krosmoz #moviehistory

[cocogum]

✨Quirky✨ labels that describes them in a nutshell 🤭🥰

Yugo: blue alien boy

Adamaï: puberty’s bitch

Az: stress relief mascot ball

Amalia: horny grass princess

Eva: hot elf with daddy issues

Dally: dumbass ginger “woops! I did it again! 🤭🤪”

Ruel: Mr. Krabs holding adoption papers

Elely: Ginger 2.0 charged with arson

Flopin: invisible Link

Pin: Jack-Jack

Rubilax: demonic bromance

Madagaskan: retired blind sniper

Cleophee: hot elf who can kick

Goultard: ginger who can think

Oakheart: best salad king

Armand: delulu cabbage head

Canar: drag queen number 1

Renar: drag queen number 2

Aurora: blue trophy wife cow

Osamodas King: blue cow king

Efrim: tiny cute monster feet

Nora: pink lesbian

Mina: your scarred unpaid therapist

Phaeris: arm chewer

Qilby: the original momma’s boy

Shinonome: the shit picker

Glip: dad noises

Balthazar: grandpa noises

Eliatrope Goddess: helicopter parent definition

Alibert: gets thrown babies at him

Chibi: loud ass inventor

Grougaloragran: third person user

Prince Adale: fabulous tea sipper

General Mofette: bondage and whips

Grany Smisse: Meowth’s cousin

Remington: Zorro compensating with swords

Grufon: arachnid map

Anathar: copycat daddy voice

Kerosho: Adamaï’s forgettable achievement

Rushu: god wannabe

Black Ink: sentient food

Elaine: had a shitty childhood

Galanthe: rip thick hips

Noximilien: loves taking his time

Igôle: does not want to die

Cabotine: baby mama

Justice Knight: sweaty himbo

Pandiego: smelly drunk panda

Kabrok: retired wanderlust

Miranda: corn’s victim…

Vampyro: spirit halloween reject

Xav the Baker: croissant addict

Kriss Krass: tongue’s always out

Maude: goth chick

Ogrest: professional whiner

Otomaï: stressed out alchemist

Joris: experienced father and uncle babysitter

Kerubim: white furry with life issues

Simone: cleaner for hire

Julie: the embodiment of gay furry

Atcham: bald

Lilotte: furry orphan by choice

Khan Karkass: oily misogynistic ginger

Bakara: teacher’s pet snitcher

Julith: mommy milker terrorist

Jahash: died for getting laid

Jiva: just wanted to get laid

Poo: Kung Fu Panda

Echo: half lizard

Sipho: ugly ass lizard

Toxine: evil deadpool with an ass

Harebourg: narcissistic obsessed stalker

Oropo: clam sucker

Coqueline: raccoon girl

Dathura: leaf hottie

Dark Vlad: rock metal enthusiast

Black Bump: panty sniffer

Kali: professional sadist

Ush: furry sore loser

Arpagone: not an actual enutrof

Barik: elvis gone wrong

Cendre Mystigrine: forgettable furry

Ramona: best enutrof grandma

Harcelo Estep: disowned cuz wtf-

Messer: talking skull

Lacrima: did not deserve this

Winmo Nodorh: Flopin did it better

Lupa: sadist sympathizer

Atone: laser beam vision

Bouillon: fighting boner

Ripulse: name stands for “disgusted”

Sidaire: little sonic twerp

#in a nutshell #wakfu #ankama #krosmoz #wakfu season 3 #wakfu season 4 #dofus #dofus movie #enutrof #ecaflip #sadida #eliatrope #eliotrope #cra #iop #osamodas #feca #eniripsa #xelor #sram #pandawa #ouginak #foggernaut #huppermage #sacrier #ogrest manga #wakfu manga #nox special #goultard special #oropo special

[julith-jurgen]

Dofus Movie novel small differences

The book is really close retelling of the movie there is only a few small differences !

A lot them is just the dialogue being slightly different. Some others are per example like the fact that Joris in the novel want to gift Khan a gobball instead of wanting one to be signed.. but there is a bit of new dialogues added to expand on a few scenes of the movie !

There's not a lot but I still think it's fun to share the most notable ones of them ! (And there's a really good chance I missed some after reading this book too much time).

I translated six of them (it's really not much) but I added some other things said in the the novel :)

(Small disclaimer, I translated all of this by myself so there's a good chance there's grammar errors)

I took screenshot of the translated text because it was easier to manage because I don't understand tumblr formatting ( I added ALT text to all of them in any case)

(The highlighted text is the part that I translated)

Some Joris thoughts about not knowing his parents (and Kerubim telling him absolutely nothing)

Small fun added dialogue when Dardonkal ask Joris to be his guardian :)

The Bonta's gobbowl mascot belonged to Jahash !

This next one is pretty interesting ! I think it's the biggest change in the book.

This scene does play in the movie but differently !

The first two sentences are the same but after Bakara says "This madness needs stop", in the movie Joris talks and all of this leads to the flashback narrated by Julith.

Here Bakara continue to speak and her next lines in this are said by Joris in the movie (while he doesn't say the exact same words, what he says his nearly the same things in the end). So the flashback does not happen.

After that Julith respond to Bakara (instead of Joris in the movie) and because of that her dialogue slightly differs. Bakara respond and after that the scene come back to the way it is the movie with some small modifications because of this change.

To put it simply Bakara took the role of Joris in this part. (You can compare it directly to the movie if my explanations doesn't make sense).

Now for the flashback ! It still appear in the novel but is instead played just after Julith slams the Ebony Dofus on the Ivory one. With Julith remembering and narrating the memory while she disappears. (and in the memory, it's said the Dofus went even more wild after the bontarian guards attacked it's guardian Julith and injured her. oops)

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Joris nearly has moment of self-doubt when there's only Lilotte and him left during the final match

And... this one....at the end (sorry)

Anyway here's some other random things from the novel:

The statue of Jahash and the ceremony that takes place at the start is where the Dofus went wild 10 years ago, where it created a massive hole in the city. While not mentionned in the movie this information is also in the artbook

The area Kerubim and Joris lives is called "Le quartier de la Tour Fleurie" (The blooming flower tower district)

The tavern Bakara and Kerubim meet in the movie is called "Le Bontarien Rieur" (The Laughing Bontarian)

Kerubim thinks that the stealing of the Ebony Dofus is a ten (out of ten) on the Ogrest scale... a few hundred years before Ogrest birth...(oops)

During the first battle Bakara yell "For Jahash" instead of "For Bonta"

Bakara and Khan.. whole thing.. is less embarrassing than in the movie...

The post credit scene is not in novel

#dofus #wakfu #krosmoz #joris jurgen #julith #kerubim crepin #bakara jurgen #atcham crepin #khan karkass #if i remember other things from the novel i will add them later on :) #Writing this post took me way longer than translating everything 😭

[notyour-valentine]

Welcome to Downton, Mr Shelby 14 ~ Tommy Shelby x Crawley!OC (Series)

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Summary: No Tommy but Charlotte and Lizzie - Chazzie...Lilotte?

If interested, you can check out this post for more about Charlotte

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Wordcount: 5140 words

Part 14

Charlotte felt like her head could explode any minute now. It was like a kettle ready to hiss and whistle just with nowhere for the air to escape, so it would shake and tremble more and more until the material would simply give in. 

And her seams were ripping, as of course, this was the topic of conversation at dinner. How could it not be?

“Only a few years ago, this would have been unthinkable.”, her father said, his voice strained with suppressed outrage. Her father was not one to shout, and would not do in this instance. He maybe just wouldn't be too hard on someone that this matter brought to shouting, so deeply ran his resentment and shock. 

“A field marshall assassinated at the Derby, in the presence of their Majesties!”

His voice almost cracked on the final word. 

Yes, she thought. The King had been there too, and the Queen. She had almost forgotten. Then again, most of the day seemed like a blur to her now, a wash of white and brown and grey, in contrast to the inescapable. 

“I’ve heard it was the Irish.”, Mary said over some wonderful creation of carrot mousse and seabass that tasted like nothing but cardboard to her and her alone, as she forced herself to choke down bite by bite. It was little enough, but the last thing she wanted was their attention on her. 

If they look, they'll know. “How could it not be the Irish?", Edith argued. "After all he did to those poor people in Cork!”. 

She said it as if it was something everyone would know, which naturally ticked Mary off. 

For once, she didn't mind their squabble. Fight, she thought, fight so no one remembers I'm here. 

She was too old to crawl in her mother's bed and disappear in her arms, to hide between her parents and let their warmth and love melt away her night terrors. 

She was too old for that, and her terrors were worse and more shocking than any nightmare of hers had ever been. And since she could no longer melt into their embrace, she just wanted to disappear, to simply vanish until the world made sense again. “Whatever are you talking about?”, Mary snapped, almost rolling her eyes at Edith, who smirked in triumph. 

“Don’t you ever read the newspapers?”, she asked. "Even you might learn something."

"Girls-", their mother warned under her breath. “It seems Branson has rubbed off on you.", Mary said, fighting Edith's smugness with performative disinterest. 

Yet it was Charlotte who was cut by her words as the mention of his name only hammered down Sybil’s absence. 

She could not run to her mother, could not confide in Mary, not in anyone - even Sybil was a stretch, but there was still a chance. 

If anyone, then Sybil. But she wasn't here. She was across the sea, safe and untouched by all of this. 

“It has nothing to do with him.”, Edith argued, not wanting to let this go “I don’t condone the attack, obviously, but we shouldn’t pretend like he was a saint either, now just because he is dead." “Edith,”, their father said sternly, “Russell has served this country during many wars, including the Boer War, might I remind you, with distinction."

Sir Richard scoffed. 

“I hear he has a reputation for vulgarity.”

Robert shot him down with a glare. “He was a soldier in service to his king and this country and deserves every ounce of respect. And for him to be butchered by Irish terrorists is not only a tragedy but also a scandal for our nation."

The knife slipped from her grasp and clattered onto her plate, before sliding off and disappearing under the table. 

“Apologies.”, she mumbled quickly, rushing to bend down to hide her face. 

It was a small mercy and all she got,  a split second to breathe and compose herself, to pretend the storm inside her wasn't raging. 

“I think it’s far time to change the topic of conversation!”, her mother said at once. 

Robert cleared his throat and looked over at her. “You’re right. This is no topic for the ladies.”, he said, his blue eyes softening with care and affection. 

She quickly looked away. “It’s fine.”, she said, trying her best to sound convincing, at which she failed miserably. 

“I know it’s ghoulish, but I am so relieved you left early.”, her mother said softly, shaking her head. 

“Yes,”, Robert agreed, “How is Miss Stark?”

Cora had informed him that an acquaintance of Charlotte's had gotten ill from a heatstroke and that she had taken her home. He had been displeased at her absence, but the chivalrous compassion had eased his disapproval. Then of course, Russell's body had been discovered and the world turned on its head. 

Charlotte swallowed hard and glanced at her mother. 

Her eyes were wide alert, as if she was ready to jump in if she should fail, but still gave her the room to try. 

“She is quite exhausted, so I presume she is asleep."

Not that she was in any state for dinner, despite it obviously being offered. Instead, Mrs Hughes had taken her a tray. 

"She said she wanted to catch a train tomorrow after breakfast. I’d like to take a car to accompany her to the station.”

“Of course.”, Cora quickly said. 

In the light of the ban on today’s incidents, the remaining conversation was rather limited, and the fact that she was permitted to remain in silence instead of being roped into the discussion was both blessing and curse. 

But the quiet only made it worse, for that way all of Miss Stark’s words echoed louder and louder in her head. 

Cora soon began to talk about the hospital garden fair, which only reminded her of the fact that her own hospital work, which had been lined up and planned meticulously. She hadn't wanted to put a foot wrong. 

When dinner was over and they moved to the drawing room, Charlotte counted the minutes until she could excuse herself. 

More than ever before, did she miss Sybil. If she could tell a soul, she could have told her…she could have and Sybil would have supported her, helped her, let her be angry or soothed her tears. 

She didn't know whether she wanted to scream or cry, but right now she was allowed nothing. Just - terror. Thankfully most of them chalked her behaviour down to today’s events, and she was soon sent off to bed to get some rest. As if any sleep would come to her ever again. 

That’s not even a lie, Charlotte thought bitterly,  her hand trembling on the banister as she crept up, feeling more like a ghost than a person. 

How much a world could change from noon to night. 

Despite the hurricane of her thoughts, her feet proved reliable allies, carrying her to her bedroom. 

It felt foreign to her now, from the pale mint green colour of the curtains, to the pillows chosen to match. The way the mattress dented when she sat down, the feeling of the sheets, the way the street lamps flickered in the distance - all of it was foreign. But was it the world that was foreign now, or her? 

She could hear the sounds of her breath, her chest rising and falling with shallow, faint huffs as her hands trembled. 

If only she was brave enough to scream. 

But she wasn't, and so silence was her only option, silence and confused agony, like a hunted animal that didn't know where the arrows came from. Only she had already been struck, and was bleeding out by the minute. 

She forced her eyes shut to banish her tears and the thoughts that caused them. 

It wasn't even her place to be angry at herself or pity herself, or both. What did she matter in all of this? In all Miss Stark had told her?

Compared to her, what right did she have to the chest-tightening feeling of bottomless betrayal? 

So there was guilt to add to all those feelings too. 

When she heard the knock on the door, she flinched up as if someone had struck her. 

"Anna.", she said breathlessly. "I didn't ring yet."

Anna shook her head. 

"Milady, a Mr. Shelby came to the backdoor to speak to you. I thought you might prefer it not being announced by Mr. Carson so I told him to wait there."

Charlotte felt her stomach drop, and her heart with it until there was only an icy, bottomless pit inside her. 

I can’t see him. I can’t speak to him. I don’t want to. I can’t. 

Like a frozen flower, she would shatter in his mere presence. 

But she couldn’t say that to Anna. She would have to explain herself, and she couldn’t. 

She had thought keeping him there was a kindness, given all she had told her of her activities with his charity, or what he had made her believe to be that. 

If she didn't comply now, Anna would have her questions why. 

Worse, she might ask Mary, and her sister would stop at nothing - 

Charlotte cleared her throat and looked down, smoothing down the fabric of her dress. 

She had no choice. 

Unless she wanted to say the unspeakable and explain the inexplicable, she had to go down. 

"Stay with me?", she asked, her voice trembling just slightly, betraying her to someone who knew her for nearly all her life. 

"Of course, Milady.", she said, offering her a small smile, but it didn't reach Anna's eyes. For that, she could read her too well. 

So she quickly moved ahead, unable to stand the piercing gaze. 

But every step felt like she was dragging the weight of the world with her.

Still, despite everything, she was a Crawley. She had to be brave. There was no other option. 

The servant's staircase spared her the knowing and judging gaze of her ancestors on the walls, but instead she saw a few curious glances of the servants as Anna led her out. 

Of course Anna had thought of bringing along one of her scarves. 

She wore it like a coat of armour, because it was the only protection she could have. 

Taking a deep breath, like poor Jane Grey stepping out onto the Tower Green, she opened the door to the back entrance. 

She smelled the smoke before she saw the glimmer of the cigarette, and then the man flicking it away. 

His tie needle reflected in the light of the lantern, then the blonde of his hair. “John.”

His name slipped from her lips like a cry of shock.

She had feared, but expected Tommy, and now on consideration perhaps even Arthur, but not John. Never John. He was the last one she had thought to come and seek her out. 

But here he was, looking up at her with wide blue eyes. 

“You live here?”, he asked surprised, his eyes wide with awe as he looked up the facade, the stucco, the countless windows. 

“When in London, yes.”, Charlotte said, as she approached him slowly. 

Arthur’s Arthur. He can’t help it, really. But John- John has a good heart. 

He held his hat in his hands and shifted uncomfortably from one step to the other. 

The hat, she remembered. 

“Ahm, where is Lizzie?”, he asked, the way she imagined a schoolboy would inquire after his friend.  

“Upstairs.”, Charlotte said. The mention of her sent a surge of defiance through her, like a second coat of iron out of the necessity of protecting the woman, but that also protected her in turn. 

"She’s sleeping.”

“D-doesn’t she want to go home?”, he asked, glancing up as if he could look through the walls and windows into the guest bedroom. 

“Not tonight.”

John nodded, taking a deep breath, his mouth contorting. “How is she?”, he wanted to know, barely glancing up at her. He couldn't meet her gaze fully, but he couldn't look away either. For that, he cared too much. 

And Miss Stark cared about him too. She had told her as much, about John, and his children and the wedding. About how he still tried his best to care for her after. About how he was good, one of the good ones, Charlotte. One of the boys they sent. A boy, not a man. Not like Arthur and Tommy. Once she had feared the sharpness of his eyes, the cruelty in his words, the way he made her feel small and stupid and useless, but now Miss Stark’s assessment, as little as it was, was all she had to hold onto. 

She cared about him, and he cared about her. So Charlotte chose to answer. “I don’t know. Hurt. Tired. Angry."

She sighed once more, leaning against the doorframe. 

"She didn’t want to see a doctor.”

Perhaps he could make her see sense. 

“Course not.”, he mumbled to himself. 

Then his blue eyes met his. “Thanks, Charlotte. I know you and Lizzie…”

As he spoke, he turned his cap in his hands and when the light hit it right, she saw the light glimmer in the reflection. 

Oh, she thought. Oh no. 

She had forgotten all about that part, the fact getting lost in the tirade of terror, but it came rushing back, turning her stomach and making bile rise in her throat. 

“That doesn’t matter now.”, she said quickly. “Anyone would have done the same.”

“They wouldn’t.”, he argued. “And I’m sorry for…you know.”

Charlotte nodded once more. “It’s fine.”

For a moment silence hung between them. “Tommy’s outside. He’s also worried about Lizzie.”

“I see.”, Charlotte said, the pain that was already pounding in her chest, getting even worse, so bad she felt her entire insides were ignited with agony. “I doubt Miss Stark will want to see him anytime soon.”

“And what about you?” I never want to see him again. I never want to talk to him again. I never ever want to think about him again! Granny was right. This was a terrible, terrible mistake. 

If she could wipe him from her memory, she would in a heartbeat. 

“I can’t go out now.”, she said, blinking away her tears. “It’s late and very cold.”

John saw right through her excuse. 

“Has she…”, he began slowly, “has she said…”

“She told me enough, John.”, Charlotte said firmly, building herself up to her full height, “Miss Stark told me quite enough."

~

There was no sleep for her that night, and she guessed probably not for many nights to come. Her thoughts were too loud, the pictures Miss Stark painted too vivid and horrid and horrific to allow her much rest. 

When Anna came with the morning tea, Charlotte was already up, with a scarf around her shoulders instead of her robe. She had left that with Miss Stark. 

What a foolish, useless little thing in light of what had happened, what had happened to her. 

"Has Miss Stark been woken yet?", She asked, avoiding Anna’s look. She felt the blonde woman would read her at any glance, would need only one look and see the truth of it all. 

She probably knew about the real cause of Miss Stark’s distress already. That was why Mrs Hughes and her mother asked Anna for help. She was kind and discreet, and a soul they all could trust. 

"About now, I think.", Anna said. “I’ve sent Lily up with a tray.”

"I think I will go and see her before getting ready for breakfast."

It was an improper thing to do, and so Anna helped her into a day-dress as quickly as she could, even skipping the stockings. She would only be going down the hall after all. 

“There, Milady. Good enough I’d say.”, she said with her cheerful tone, as she smoothed down her hair just barely. 

With that, she stilled her hands, her eyes finding hers in the reflection of the mirror. 

“The last day has been quite distressing for you hasn’t it?”

It wasn’t a question as much as a medical diagnosis. 

She had known her since she was a little girl and knew things about her that Mary and Edith missed. She had been taking care of her too long for her to miss things like these, even if she managed to conceal them from her sisters. 

“Well, denial would be futile, so…”

She broke off and shook her head. 

“I’ll just be glad to be home.”

That wasn’t even half a lie. She wanted to go home, to be back in Downton, to breathe Yorkshire air and be surrounded by her home as far as the eye could see. 

“If there’s anything else you need, just let me know.”, she said, the words heavier than the normal empty courtesy. 

"Thank you, Anna.”

But there are things I couldn't even tell you if I wanted to. 

Leaving Anna to tidy, she left her room and walked the short distance to where Miss Stark had been put up in. She found her resting against the pillows, staring at the tea tray over her lap as if it was a wild animal ready to bite her nose off. 

Charlotte made a point of not looking at the swelling of her lip. 

Lily was with her, standing by the window. 

"Good morning, Milady!", She greeted, dropping into a small curtsy. 

"I was just asking Miss Stark what to do about clothes for today since she doesn't have any luggage."

No, Charlotte thought, there was no luggage, and the clothes she had worn, well, they had been reduced to tatters on the bathroom floor. Anna had helped her cover that up. 

"She can have a pick of anything I brought.", she offered. “Try to pick out a few options of anything long.”

Miss Stark was a good deal taller than she was. 

With that, Lily left with a gentle "Yes, Milady."

The door closed behind her, leaving Charlotte and the other woman alone. 

The silence made her thoughts and the abstract fear they caused ring louder, echoing in her ears. 

"Is this…normal?", Miss Stark asked, waving at the tray of tea, biscuits and orange slices. 

"Well,", she said softly, sitting down on the chaise lounge. "Mine didn’t have orange slices."

Miss Stark huffed, and Charlotte couldn’t tell if it was a sign of success or failure at her attempt of lightening the situation. 

When her fingers touched the porcellian, they trembled. 

"How's the tea?", she asked, playing with the edge of her scarf. 

"It's good.", Miss Stark mumbled, staring into it as if she hoped to see the future in the china. 

"Did you sleep?"

She shook her head, which was understandable. 

"Did you?"

Her response was the same. 

What can I say?, She wondered, her chest tightening. What even is there to say?

The knock on the door surprised them both, especially when Charlotte saw who it revealed. 

"Good morning, Mama!", She said, getting up from the bed and kissing her cheek. 

Her mother looked to have had the same thoughts she had, to see Miss Stark as soon as she woke up. She wore a pale blue tea gown, the old kind with the wide cuts, flowing fabric and big pockets that was from before the war. It was far from the latest fashion but she had a preference for robes like these. 

"Apologies, Miss Stark.", She said, "I heard you'd planned to take the early train and I couldn't let you go in good conscience without at least checking up on you."

Miss Stark was staring up at her with wide eyes, like a deer in headlights. 

"Ahm- good morning.", She mumbled, before trying to remove the tea tray in order to get up in a rush. 

“Oh no need for that!”, her mother said swiftly. “We’re the one invading your bedroom this morning, aren’t we?”, she said, taking Charlotte’s arm. 

"I'm sorry for being a bother, Milady.”, Miss Stark told the teacup. 

A sense of sadness washed over her mother’s face. 

"Oh please, you could never be a bother, Miss Stark. You have all of us quite a scare. Are you sure you wouldn't prefer to see a doctor? We can arrange it, easily. Quietly. We’d take care of it all, and there would be no risk to your reputation.”

"No Doctor, please.", Miss Stark said sharply. 

Her mother, Lady Grantham, sighed. 

"Alright, but I'll send up Anna to see to your cuts again, yes? The same ointment Mrs Hughes gave you yesterday.”

To that, she agreed. 

"Good.”, her mother said, breathing a sigh of relief. "Now what do we do about clothes?"

"Oh, Miss Stark- will borrow some of my things."

Her mother looked at her as if she had suggested something ludicrous. “Nonsense, darling. Miss Stark won't fit into your clothes. I'll have the maids take some of Mary's things."

"Mary will hate that!", Charlotte said. And she would demand to know why - 

She already had far too much going on to dare getting Mary upset at her now. 

"I'll handle Mary.", Her mother assured her, "Don't you worry one bit, Miss Stark. After breakfast, we'll have the car ready to take you to the station, whenever you need, whether that is this morning, today or tomorrow."

"Thank you, Milady.", Miss Stark said. "For everything."

"No need.", She assured her, before cupping Charlotte's cheek. 

"I'm very proud of you, darling.”

In that moment, for a split second, the world was alright again, but as soon as her mother left, she felt herself falling into that icy pit again. 

They wouldn’t be proud if they knew what she knew now. They’d be so enraged and appalled, shocked and horrified - just as she was now. And she felt so very stupid. 

"Your mother's lovely.", Miss Stark said softly, once the door was closed again. 

"Yes.", Charlotte admitted breathlessly. Lovely and completely in the dark of the foolishness of her youngest daughter. 

Miss Stark shook her head, biting her lip as she did. 

"Fuck.", She groaned, as she dropped her head into her hands. "Fucking hell, Charlotte!"

The swearing made her jump. But could she blame Miss Stark for her choice of words?

"What's wrong?", She wanted to know, rushing towards her. "What did I do? What did Mama do?"

"Nothing!", she snapped. "That's the whole fucking point."

She ran a hand through her hair.

"You're…you're not like us - fuck - I never should have said a thing.”

“No,”

Now it was her voice to add sharpness. 

“It was far time I knew.”

All this pain, confusion and betrayal she felt was infinitely better than the puppet on a string she had been before, oblivious and foolish, pouring her heart, soul and energy into his castle of clouds that he conjured up only to lure her in. 

It all seemed so obvious now, of course. So blatantly, tragically obvious. And the worst part was, others had seen it while she had deluded herself, and would have continued to do so if Miss Stark hadn’t told her. 

~

Home did not bring the relief she had hoped for. Maybe, it even made it worse, as she had never missed Sybil more than now. 

Sybil would listen, without laughing, without being shocked or horrified. She would listen without judging. No 'I told you so's, no 'you should have known's, no 'How could you be so foolish?'s. 

But Sybil wasn't here. She was gone, off to Ireland with Branson - she could scratch his eyes out for that now more than ever! 

Charlotte tried to write to her but every time she tried to put it into words she failed miserably. It never sounded right, it never captured her thoughts properly. And even putting these things in writing felt like a crime of their own. 

And she burned each and every piece of paper until her room smelled of nothing but smoke. 

She couldn't telephone her either. Sybil didn't have a telephone now and she couldn't dare being overheard. So she was all alone, alone with her thoughts. 

She went riding before breakfast so as to avoid the conversation, and took long walks in the afternoon. 

But no matter how fast or far she galloped, she couldn't outrace her thoughts. Her betters had tried and failed at that, her grandmother informed her with a sharp quip. 

Sleeping was difficult as well, because sometimes she would dream. 

The nightmares were bad, but the other dreams were worse, those in which it was just them together, those of work and pride, when her research bled into the realm of her dreams. In those dreams, they got along, which made her want to drown herself in her shame at her own mind’s betrayal. 

Her family all thought she was upset about the field marshall, with her mother perhaps taking Miss Stark, Lizzie now as she insisted she call her, into account.  And in a way they were right. 

Tommy killed him. 

Tommy shot him in the head with his own gun and killed him. 

Tommy made Lizzie lure the man away, who hurt her and then Tommy shot him in the head with his own gun and killed him. 

Because that's what Tommy does. He kills people. He hurts people. He blinds people. He uses his own brothers like soldiers.

Lizzie had told her. 

That and so much more. 

The man she admired, the man she had been so desperate to impress, the man who had made her feel more useful and valued than any other person in her whole life. And for what? 

She hadn’t understood who the inspector was, or what that had to do with guns and the IRA and a barmaid. But she had known Mr Churchill - how relieved she had felt when hearing his name, a small sliver of familiarity in the chaos of Lizzie’s words, only for that to be turned on it’s head. 

Advantage was what she had said. Insurance. 

During the meals, she tried to keep to herself as much as possible and avoid conversation. 

There was always something more important than her to discuss and she happily let them. 

Right now, the topic of the week was the garden party for the hospital. 

Now, with the war over, it has come up again. 

"I doubt anyone would be comfortable after what happened last time.", her mother said. 

What a different time that had been. What a different world. 

"We don't need reminding."

"It gives the village an opportunity to show unity in support for the hospital, especially after the war.", Granny insisted. 

"On that we agree.", Isobel said. "Speaking of hospitals- Charlotte, how are your preparations going?"

Charlotte glanced up, confused at what she was asking. 

"Preparations for what?", her mother asked. 

Isobel responded and in her answer, reminded her. 

"Charlotte is set to meet with a few doctors for the children's hospital in Birmingham next week."

The wine in her glass trembled just slightly 

That seemed a lifetime ago now. Or maybe a life that wasn't her own. One of make-believe and stupidity. 

"I've been helping her prepare."

Isobel smiled at her and she tried to smile back, but the muscles in her face fought the motion. 

"If I can give you one bit of advice, talk to the nurses. They know more about the day-to -day runnings of the hospital than the doctors."

"Naturally you would say that.", Granny quipped. 

"When are you going?", her mother wanted to know. 

Charlotte cleared her throat and glanced down at her hands. They were still trembling. 

"The meeting is next Tuesday.", She said softly. 

"Are you sure you should be going?”, Cora asked, a line of concern between her brows. 

"I think she most certainly should.", Isobel argued. "It is her project and she is very well prepared."

"I disagree.", her father said said, "Charlotte should take some time to rest, especially after the shock."

Don't I know it, she thought bitterly. 

"But some distraction might do her good.", Isobel argued. 

"I agree with Robert.", Matthew said uncommonly forcefully, "besides, there are a great many causes and distractions closer to Downton. I've heard there is an organisation in Ripon that specialises in helping children with reading difficulties."

"Goodness- how intriguing!", Mary scoffed, her eyes finding the back of her head. 

"The last thing Charlotte should do is take on another cause!", Granny argued. "She’s a lady, and they’re working her like a ploughhorse."

"Although I must protest your comparison, I agree that she already has a cause and a very worthy one at that.", Isobel said. 

It was Edith who spoke up next. 

"I'm sorry, but Charlotte, do you even want to go?”

That made them all fall silent and Charlotte wished they would have continued to fight, but now all eyes were on her. 

The worst part was, now everyone knew that it was happening on Tuesday. And they would all wait for it. 

"I, ahm, I don't know yet.", She said softly. "It depends, I guess."

That was an answer that made everyone at the table unhappy, giving neither side more ammunition, or another enemy to strike at. 

Come next morning, she received a call just after breakfast. 

"How are you?", She asked, like she had asked in every call. 

"I'll manage.", The other woman replied. "What about you?"

"I'm trying to figure out how to manage.", She said truthfully, which made her chest tighten in shame. It should be the other way around. She had only heard of the bad things, Lizzie had been forced to live them. 

"Look- about what I told you…"

"I'm glad you did, Lizzie, truly.", She said quickly. 

There was silence for a while. 

"So you went to work again.", Charlotte stated. 

I wouldn’t have. I would have reported him to the police, and everyone else too. 

"Yes."

"How was it?", She asked. 

"He's walking on eggshells."

As he should. 

Well, he should be in prison awaiting a trail at the King’s Court, not walking on eggshells, but that was the least he could do. 

What he had done to her was cruel and so terribly heartless and Charlotte found it entirely unforgivable, but it wasn’t hers to forgive. It was Lizzie’s and so she kept her mouth shut in regards to the outrage she felt. 

"Are you coming back?", Lizzie wanted to know after the screaming silence.

Charlotte sighed and rubbed her temple. 

"I don't know, Lizzie.", She said truthfully. "I don't know anything anymore."

When she went out with the horse, she rode until she felt her lungs would burst, but neither the horse, nor the grass, trees or the wind could tell her an answer. 

If Sybil was here, she could choose for me. 

But she wasn’t and so Charlotte was all alone with her horses and the storm in her mind.

~

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[chelledoggo]

commission for ultranaenae from twitter of Lilotte from the movie Dofus - Livre 1: Julith ✨

#chelle art #dofus

[jorisjurgen]

Kerubim Crepin having an entire episode of the show be about how much he loved cross-dressing one time that he describes it as “almost entirely forgetting who really he is, being deeply entrenched into the existence of a woman”, having a spell that compels one to tell shameful things they did make him say that he wore Simone’s dress without her knowledge, and how easily Lilotte found women’s clothes in his room in the official comic.

i think there’s something up with this idk 

#ro.txt #kerubim crepin #dofus #yeah im tagging it. whatever #crepinposting

[nslomo]

Dofus book 1 putlocker

#Dofus book 1 putlocker series

Throughout these events, he never says much about himself or develops strong ties with anyone. A few years later, he helps them take the Dofus back from the Brotherhood of the Forgotten, hoping to save the Sadida kingdom from flooding. Two years later, he joins them on a quest for the Eliatrope Dofus in the WAKFU Manga, intrigued and worried by Jiva's behavior. In 981, he participates in the defense of the Sadida kingdom during Nox's attack, alongside the Brotherhood of the Tofu. Still living in Bonta and tending Kerub's shop, he also acts as emissary for king of Bonta. Upon Julith's machine being destroyed at the end of the movie, Joris is temporarily relieved of his role as a host but takes it on again when he sees that Grougalorasalaar needs to be cared for.Īs an adult, Joris is quite secretive and few people know him personally. The dragon seems to emerge when Joris is upset or the Ebony Dofus is nearby. He is the host of Grougalorasalaar, the dragon embryo of the Ebony Dofus that fled into his body when it shattered. Joris is revealed to be the son of Jahash Jurgen, Huppermage Supreme of Bonta, and Julith, the Butcher of Brakmar. He has become friends with Lilotte, the adopted daughter of Kerub's lifelong rival Indie Delagrandaventure, and they spend a lot of time playing together and challenging each other like Kerub and Indie used to. In Dofus Book I: Julith, Joris is about 10 years old and lives in the great city of Bonta, still with Kerub, Pupuce and Luis. Except for her, he seems to have few friends outside the household, although we see him interact on occasion with Tatak ( Bash Squale's son). Simone, who acts aloof with most people, is always friendly with Joris and protective of him, acting as a bit of a mother figure for him. And while generally obedient, he can also become particularly annoying and stubborn in order to obtain something.įor the duration of Kerub's Bazaar, the Osamodas Simone works as a maid for Kerub after Joris accidentally answered her request for work in the mail. He is at times naive as only a child can be, and sometimes sees right through someone's lies or secrets. He shirks chores and homework but loves doing mischief and going on small "adventures" with his adoptive father or his pet Pupuce. Joris sees Kerub as an idol and dreams of living the same kind of adventures he keeps hearing about.ĭespite his unique origins, Joris behaves like most children. Both him and Kerub seem content with their father-and-son relationship, the child delighted by the stories and wonders provided by the old man. During this period of his life, he lives with Kerub and his pet flea Fleeflee in a Shushu house called Luis in the city of Astrub.

#Dofus book 1 putlocker series

Nothing is known of the circumstances of his birth and adoption, but a slice of his childhood can be seen in the animated series Dofus: Kerub's Bazaar, where he is 7 years old. According to the official timeline, Joris was born on Descendre 32, 390 and taken in by Kerub Crepin the same year.

#Dofus book 1 putlocker

[longdeco]

Where to watch dofus book 1 julith

#Where to watch dofus book 1 julith movie#

#Where to watch dofus book 1 julith series#

#Where to watch dofus book 1 julith tv#

The music comes to enhance the whole and I therefore order you to go and see this masterpiece of spanish animation, without any chauvinism, that it is a synthesis of the East and the West. We find the graphic touch, inspired by both traditional drawing and manga from the DOFUS universe that I loved in Wakfu, in a cinema adaptation that transcends it. It all sounds perfect and fits together beautifully in a story that made me shed my little tear.

#Where to watch dofus book 1 julith movie#

Well, as you can imagine, I loved the movie and the few negatives here are just quibbling and filling.

the story is surprising, moving and fascinating.

the drawing superbly transcribes all situations.

the music of the Orchester National de Lille is magnificent.

I did not understand some private jokes of the MMO.

a little too many boobs and ass but hey?.

#Where to watch dofus book 1 julith series#

This last series is also the only medium that can be watched before because it uses the same characters three years earlier.

#Where to watch dofus book 1 julith tv#

This story takes place long before Wakfu and the DOFUS MMORPG and just after the DOFUS TV series, aux treasures de Karabim. It is therefore not necessary to have seen anything else of the universe to appreciate and understand the film. Note also that, as Ankama wishes, the story takes place in the DOFUS universe but at a time different from the stories of other media. On the side of the "bad guys", we find Julith (and yes this film is named after him) and Atcham another very bad cat who, while some dream of adventures, is preparing something terrible which of course endangers the peace of the city of Bonta where our young heroes live.Īnd that will be all you need to know before you go see this movie. These two best friends dream of adventure and Boufballe (the American football of this world) and in particular to look like the superstar of this sport, Khan. Suddenly, not much to say except that this film mainly tells the story of Joris a little "boy" who lives with his papycha, seller of magic objects, Kerubim and sometimes with his friend Lilotte. Know first that my opinion is guaranteed without revelations: I will therefore not disclose the plot of the film or the final outcome. On the occasion of the official release of his film, Ankama is embarking on a major transmedia campaign combining comics, TV series, video games and mobile games! This is the opportunity to give you my opinion on this DOFUS film and the latest information from this universe which continues to grow. Jahash and Julith embrace in ethereal form and float away.I had the opportunity in January to see a preview of DOFUS, Book 1: Julith and I will surely see him again with my son during the next vacation. Julith eventually sacrifices herself in the same way as her husband when she realizes her husband, halfway revived, would not want to be revived at the expense of another. She ignores all pleas for reason, especially from her son and starts the device killing most of the main cast in the process. Julith constructs a contraption powered by the Ebony Dofus to steal the 1000 souls from the spectators of the local arena. She finds the soul of the Ebony Dofus inside her son and almost kills Him (and succeeds in killing Kerub), before discovering Joris' identity. Souls she readily steals from the citizens that betrayed her. Julith returns after finding a way of reviving her husband but at the expense of 1000 souls. In the process Joris attains the soul of the Ebony Dofus and Kerub hides the boy away for ten long years, raising him as his own son. Jahash stopped the madness by smashing his own Dofus against the Ebony one and sacrificing himself. She fell to the ground believed to be dead. When Julith tried calming it the city guard attacked her, believing her the cause of the chaos. Someone (unknown) stole the Ebony Dofus and it is not explained why it went on a rampage. The war ended with a kiss between her greatest rival, Jahash, and from that union Joris was born. Julith led a war against Bonta in the hopes of destroying it. In addition to magic such as using her cape as a shield and weapon, she is seen wielding a long katana in a fight against Kerub Crepin and Bakara Jurgen. Events lead her to re-attaining her Dofu almost at the expense of her son, Joris, unknown to her at the time. She has the Ebony Dofus, in contrast to her future husband, Jahash, who has the White Dofus. Dofus Book 1: Julith Julith is the main antagonist of the movie Dofus Book I: Julith, a Brakmarian Huppermage who has vowed to destroy the city of Bonta.

#Where to watch dofus book 1 julith

[greyscoder]

Dofus book 1 julith

#DOFUS BOOK 1 JULITH MOVIE#

However, the two will make a truce there and develop a relationship as Joris questions him about his hatred for his brother Kerub. Atcham Crepin Kerub's brother Atcham, a Brakmarian assassin, is first hired by Julith to track down Joris in the Ecaflip dimension. She now returns to reclaim the Dofus and settle the score with her rival city. Quickly struck down, she was believed dead and her Dofus was left broken and powerless. However, ten years before the movie, they were betrayed and she turned against Bonta once again. Julith A Huppermage originally aligned with Brakmar and guardian of the Ebony Dofus, Julith eventually fell in love with the Bontarian Huppermage Jahash Jurgen and started a family with him in the City of Light. Khan Karkass Star Gobbowl player, the Iop Khan Karkass is Joris's idol and becomes involved in the struggle against Julith mostly through his interest in Joris (for his potential as a Gobbowl player) and Bakara (as a romantic interest) and for finding himself at the wrong place at the wrong time. As the little sister of the hero Jahash Jurgen, she has a personal grudge against her and is expected to live up to her family's reputation. Bakara Jurgen Bakara is a talented Huppermage apprentice, newly graduated, who also takes up the fight against Julith. Lilotte Previously living with Indie Delagrandaventure, Kerub's lifelong rival, the Ouginak Lilotte is now a street urchin and spends most of her time with Joris around Kerub's shop. As well as raising Joris, he looks after Lilotte, who now lives in the streets. Kerub Crepin After a few years of presumed travel following the end of Dofus: Kerub's Bazaar, Kerub has set up shop again in Bonta. After discovering his ties to the Jurgen family, he will be at the center of the struggle to stop Julith from laying waste to Bonta once again. Main cast Joris Now aged 10, Joris has become friends with the Ouginak Lilotte and lives in Bonta with Kerub, their Shushu house Luis and his pet flea Fleeflee. Along with his friends and new allies, Joris discovers his link to the Dofus and the Huppermage and attempts to save the city. Now living in Bonta with his adoptive father Kerub Crepin, Joris is at the center of events involving the Ebony Dofus and the Huppermage Julith, who has sworn to destroy the city.

#DOFUS BOOK 1 JULITH MOVIE#

Set in Bonta in the year 400, the movie focuses on Joris around age 10.

#Dofus book 1 julith

[nightsoulvixen]

Happy international women's day

Here's the collage of my 10 favorite fictional female characters.

Vaggie - Hazbin Hotel

Bingo Heeler - Bluey

Historia Reiss - Attack on Titan

Da Vinci dalmatian - 101 Dalmatian Street

Liloette - Dofus Livre 1 Julith

Eileen Roberts - Regular Show

Tikal the Echidna - Sonic

Dory - Finding Nemo

Evangelyne the cra - Wakfu

Fenneko - Aggretsuko

#my edits #collages #international woman day #my favorite gals #Hazbin Hotel #Vaggie #bingo heeler #bluey #attack on titan #historia reiss #101 dalmatian street #da vinci dalmatian #lilotte #dofus livre 1: julith #eileen roberts #regular show #tikal the echidna #dory #finding nemo #finding dory #evangelyne #wakfu #fenneko #aggretsuko

[plnk-sea]

Lilotte

#Dofus #Wakfu #Lilotte #dofus fanart #dofus book i julith #dofus livre i #dofus livre i julith #ouginak #krosmoz #ankama #deko draws #my art

[kerubimcrepin]

An analysis of Joris Jurgen’s various fears and insecurities

Aka, Liveblog - Dofus, livre 1 : Julith [PART 9]

This scene is one of the most important pieces of Joris's characterization,  — because of what it shows us about Joris's inner thoughts, and how he came to be the person that he is.

Joris knows what he said to Kerubim was cruel. And the things that terrify him are both the guilt and the reaction Kerubim might have:

The guilt of knowing why Kerubim is like that: His life full of nothing but horrible things and tragedies, that made him vulnerable. And Joris just called him an old wreck, as if it's Kerubim's fault that he was wrecked to begin with.

And the fear that he will be too distraught to reason with. That Joris will have to grovel and beg for him to calm him down.

He probably deems himself selfish, for feeling bad about the idea of giving Kerubim an apology for everything he said. Selfish, because really, he does owe everything to him, does he not?

Joris is perfectly aware of his place in the world as an orphan. Kerubim didn't have to adopt him.

He could have tossed him out like a hot potato, and perhaps, for how grateful Joris is, it might be just what he deserves, as far as Joris is concerned.

Joris is more than aware that he's fortunate to even have a roof over his head and some semblance of a family. Both because of Lilotte, and Kerubim himself.

So feeling bad about anything concerning Kerubim is like looking a gift horse in the mouth.

And here's the jealousy I spoke of, earlier. He views Lilotte both as a friend, and as a rival for Kerubim's affections, — because his survival has always depended on Kerubim liking him.

It's why he's so anxious, and why his thoughts are so quick to spiral out of control, just like at this moment of the movie.

He has nothing going for him besides Kerubim. Absolutely no family to speak of. So, if Kerubim can't, or doesn't want to take care of him, he has nobody left.

Children learn very early on how to please their parents: and for Kerubim it's pure, uncomplicated love, with no drama, no hate involved.

And it's the reason he fears Joris growing up, and keeps treating him like a little kid, trying to offset the inevitable:

Subtly, these feelings of love become more and more complicated, as someone grows older.

It's why Joris tries so hard to mold himself into a comfortable image for him.

And yet, despite all his attempts, Joris finds himself growing up into yet another person scorned, — doomed to hurt Kerubim. Even though growing up and hurting Kerubim, whom he loves so much, is the last thing he wants.

Even though he has his own needs for respect and personal space now. These childhood experiences and pain make him into a very guarded person. To him, deep friendship is all about emotional labour and being infantilized.

Joris can't really be his own person as Kerubim's son, and nobody will ever take him seriously from a first glance, — he's faced with reminders of that in every aspect of his life. This has made him a creature of pride.

He has to work with every fibre of his being to seem serious, cool, and professional, — because otherwise, he is doomed to not be taken serious, and be considered a child yet again.

And he has every reason to feel that way. It's just a constant uphill battle to be recognized as an adult.

It's why he wants Kerubim and Atcham to act as his children, — he can't, he just can't have people he actually likes knowing about Kerubim, and risking them seeing him as subservient to the man, as his son.

It's a way of having Kerubim and Atcham treat him as an equal — as a superior, even.

Though he knows that Kerubim and Atcham will never actually think that way of him, it is enough.

They keep protecting him. And also, softly, making fun of him for these neuroticisms. But at least they don't think of him as child anymore.

And at least, he doesn't have to care about offending them, — a father is a creature that offends often, after all.

#ro liveblogs dofus #dofus #wakfu #krosmoz #dofusmovie #joris jurgen

[stellarwaffles]

Lilotte :)

Energetic little pupper :)

#wakfu #dofus #lilotte #dofus lilotte #dofus fanart #dofus book one julith #dofus livre 1 julith #idk what else to put in the tags #but ye #here she is!! Lilotte :) #stellarart ♡