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initiales-bd · 11 months

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Le problème du cerf-volant (super poème)

Le problème du cerf-volant,

C'est qu'il met du temps à atterrir.

Même si rien ne surprend le subconscient,

Ce licenciement m'a vu presque dépérir.

Puis dans ma torpeur sans-nom,

J'ai glissé dans un état d'alerte et

J'ai si bien su cacher la tristesse, que,

Ils ont su cacher l'indifférence et,

J'ai décider en toute conscience, que,

Je me sèvrerai à la connaissance et

Je me suis persuadé en devenir plus fort !

Mais merci aux peu aussi qui m'ont offert réconfort.

Quelques bouquins, seul, chez moi.

J'espère un peu, vaincre, ce désarroi.

Ce licenciement surprise, vous qui pensiez

Votre avenir chose fière et acquise,

C'est un TGV en freinage d'urgence.

Puis panne d'électricité, je veux dire,

Panne de moral et pas de résurgence

Panne de moi, évanouissement, ambulance,

Tomber malade, c'est un hasard, tu penses ?

J'ai été licenciée un 2 mai.

Dieu m'a dit : c'est ton châtiment, libéral que t'es.

Pas de hasard, une succession de péchés laïque banal.

Des entorses et des fautes, la paresse aussi, rien d'astral.

Je suis responsable de ce qui m'arrive, pourtant

C'est pas bien facile à vivre.

Le problème du cerf-volant,

C'est qu'il met du temps à atterrir.

Je vis et j'agis mécaniquement, présentement.

Mais comprendre mon état actuel, seul l'avenir

Me le chuchoterra. Peut-être que dans dix ans,

Que je comprendrâ. Mais en attendant, y a pire,

Et y a pas le choix... alors vol, petit cerf-volant.

#un jour je comprendrais pourquoi on utilise twitter pour flex et tumblr pour chialer #super poésie de poète de la nuit #la suite bientôt : le rdv à pole emploi #😭😭😭#text post #texte français #french #poetry

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prosedumonde · 3 months

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Depuis hier soir, je songe à vous, éperdument. Un désir insensé de vous revoir, de vous revoir tout de suite, là, devant moi, est entré soudain dans mon coeur. Et je voudrais passer la mer, franchir les montagnes, traverser les villes, rien que pour poser ma main sur votre épaule, pour respirer le parfum de vos cheveux. Ne le sentez-vous pas, autour de vous, rôder, ce désir, ce désir venu de moi qui vous cherche, ce désir qui vous implore dans le silence de la nuit ?

Lettre de Maupassant à Hermine Lecomte de Noüy (19 décembre 1887) in Maupassant, Frédéric Martinez

#Lettre de Maupassant à Hermine Lecomte de Noüy #Maupassant #Frédéric Martinez #livre #book #citation #citation française #littérature #littérature française #biographie #correspondance

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pascalcampion · 11 months

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La Nuit du chat is a graphic novel in the series “ Broussaille” by Franke Pe and Michel Bom.

I still remember reading this one for the first time, back in high school.

It changed my entire perception of what stories could be. To this day, it is still my all time favorite graphic novel because of the impact it’s had on me personally and my career( It doesn’t help that I’ve met Frank Pe a few years ago and he was just as lovely, charming and intelligent as his characters are).

There are a few things about this series and this character that impacted me.

First, it’s just beautiful. The simplistic characters in these gorgeous environments, the feeling of light and shadows is masterful. Every album is dripping with heat, mood, rainy weather. In the first book of the series, Les Balinese Publiques, the sky Is overcast and I could feel the wet pavement and the smell of petrichor. In the second one, Les Sculpteurs de Lumiere, the main character BROUSSAILLE goes to visit his uncle for the summer and the feeling of summer sun is incredible.

But, the one that astounds me every time I re read it is La suit du chat with it’s voyeur like camera work.

The second thing that broke and opened my mind was the story.

There are NO bad guys in this book. No big plot to save the world. It’s not a love story, not in the romantic comedy style at least. It’s just a simple story of a young man looking for his cat at night, in his neighborhood. There is a LOT happening in that one night and we meet interesting characters throughout.

One in particular stood out to me. A retired miner worker. One of the most extraordinary characters I’ve read in graphic novels.

There is a portion of the book where Broussaille is seeing inside people’s apartment. He’s outside on a wall looking at the facade of the building and sees through the windows. I realize how much of my work has been inspired by this and I didn’t even realize it till years later.

I bought this book when I was 15. I still have the original copy of that book and I take it with me every time I move. I re read it at least a few times a year.

I don’t know how easy it is to find in the US but if you could find it, I HIGHLY recommend it.

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hedgehog-moss · 1 year

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You are my hero for using the phrase 'perfidious Albion' in your tags. What is the French obsession with Alexandrine meter?

:) Well it's just that for a very long time France considered the 12-syllable verse known as the alexandrine to be the pinnacle of versification. For your poetry or play to be considered high literature it had to be in alexandrines (I was recently reading an English jstor article about translations of Shakespeare in the early 19th century and it went “[French translator] prefers to translate in verse, which means, of course, in alexandrines.” Of course!) We've moved on now and they’re out of style, but we’re still secretly fond of them I think. We were held hostage by alexandrines for so long a lot of French people still have a Stockholm-syndrome preference for their specific flow over other kinds of poetic metre.

They left a strong legacy in our language too—a lot of French sayings / proverbs are alexandrine verses because they’re excerpts from classical theatre and poetry (e.g. “A vaincre sans péril on triomphe sans gloire” from Corneille; “La raison du plus fort est toujours la meilleure” from La Fontaine; “Qui veut voyager loin ménage sa monture” from Racine; “Chassez le naturel, il revient au galop” from Destouches, “Vingt fois sur le métier remettez votre ouvrage” from Boileau...)

The alexandrine had a long golden age, from the Classicists to the Parnassians (mid-17th to late 19th century)—the Romantics in between were advocating for a kind of “free verse” but it still meant alexandrines and pretty rigid ones at that! (Victor Hugo’s “J’ai disloqué ce grand niais d’alexandrin” was subversive—but it’s still an alexandrine.) Their verse was only considered rebellious because it ignored some of the many rules that went into a perfect classical alexandrine (e.g. no overflow, 4 rests per line, rhyme purity must be respected when it comes to mute consonants, no liaison between the last word of an alexandrine and the first word of the next, the hemistiches of two successive alexandrines mustn’t rhyme, no prepositions or other tool words at the end of a hemistich, etc. etc.)

Then in the 19th century we liberated ourselves from the tyranny of the alexandrine after Verlaine shot them dead (insert Rimbaud joke) by doing things like placing the caesura on the 3rd syllable of a 5-syllable word (“WTF”—Racine) or ending an alexandrine in the middle of a word and treating the first half of the truncated word like a legit rhyme, which made all the Classicists roll over in their grave.

I really like alexandrines personally! I admit they can sound plodding after a while especially with classical rhymes, but they have such a soothing flow. I also love that they are often French at its Frenchest. By which I mean, there are some gorgeous alexandrines that are genuinely the French language at its best and most graceful, and then you have those that can’t help but highlight how absurd our syntax can get.

My favourite types of alexandrines are the ones with a diaeresis in each hemistich because saying them normally feels like walking down the street, while saying them as an alexandrine feels like doing a figure skating routine (e.g. in Racine, “La nation chérie a violé sa foi”); the ones with an AB-BA structure (“Et le fuyant sans cesse incessamment le suit”), the ones with a ternary structure (“Je suis le ténébreux, le veuf, l’inconsolé”, “Je renonce à la Grèce, à Sparte, à ton empire”) and the ones where 1 word sprawls over an entire hemistich (“Voluptueusement dans cette paix profonde...”).

The worst alexandrines imo are the ones that force you to acknowledge how many tiny grammatical bricks are involved in the building of a French sentence. Orally we tend to squish them together so we can forget about them but the merciless alexandrine will demand that you mortify yourself pronouncing all of them, e.g. “O nuit, qu’est-ce que c’est que ces guerriers livides ?” (thank you Victor Hugo for this ignominy) (<- here’s an alexandrine), or “Si ce que je te dis ne se dit pas ainsi”... “Ce que je te (...) ne se” is a horrible succession of words by poetical standards but wait I’ve got worse!

Tu m’as pris mon trésor et t’étonnes tout bas De ce que je ne te le redemande pas

“De ce que je ne te le”—see? French at its Frenchest.

#ask #language tag #(french speakers tell me your favourite alexandrine if you have one!)#ce dernier couplet provient d'un livre sur la poésie de hugo qui m'a surtout marquée parce qu'à un moment #l'auteur consacre plusieurs pages à citer des vers dont le contenu terre à terre contraste ridiculement avec #la grandiloquence inévitable de l'alexandrin #et c'est vrai que certains sonnaient plus comme une réplique de trissotin qu'un vers de la légende des siècles #mais quand même t'écris un bouquin sur victor hugo et tu décides de passer 20 pages à lui mettre la honte

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talonabraxas · 27 days

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Nuit XVII The Blue Star Talon Abraxas

Nuit is esoterically associated with Sirius or Sothis, her star of manifestation. To be clear, Sirius is here a symbol and analogy for the supreme principle, the ‘unmoved mover’, by which things appear to come into existence by Its presence—and not by any action on the part of the principle, which does not act. Nothing in nature is separate, having its own cause as though self-contained. Our planet system and Zodiac is part of a vastly greater star system. Sopdet, the Egyptian name for Sirius, the ‘sun-behind-the-sun’, is also the name of the goddess that gives birth to the star of Venus. It has the literal meaning, ‘triangle’. During the time of the solar conjunction or occultation of Sirius, the legend of Isis has it that she hides herself in the swamps of the northern Delta (‘triangle’) region to give birth to Horus. Originally, Set (as ‘seven’) was the only begotten son of Nuit. The pairing of Isis with Osiris was a relatively modern version of the legends of Isis that was better suited to the disposition of ancient Greek and Roman men than the original stellar myth—by ‘myth’ we refer to oral tradition, not something imagined.

Sirius forms a group of stars with Betelgeuse (Alpha Orionis) and Procyon, called the ‘winter triangle’. This embraces much of the constellation of Monoceros, ‘Unicorn’. Four other stars, Pollux, Capella, Aldebaron and Rigel (left foot of Orion) form the ‘winter hexagon’. This establishes a geometric relationship between Sirius and Orion, which symbolises the heavenly Sah or Holy Spirit. Thus the Nephilim, sons of the Ancient Ones, are sometimes called the Children of Orion, identifying them with the primordial. The geometry of the triangulation of Sirius with the hexagon, or hexagram by extension, automatically declares the Cube of Space, as can be seen by the diagram above. This configuration involves seven stars in all, thus proportionately mirroring the seven bright stars of Ursa Major, the ‘axle of the universe’, rotating while always pointing to the Pole. That is in fact the esoteric meaning of aleph, which corresponds to the eleventh path and Tarot trump The Seer Aleph is not, as has long been supposed, the ox that ploughs the field but is the ox that turns about the wheel or swastika of the stars. --Aquarius: Egyptian Tarot Nuit XVII

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daiseukiis · 1 year

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╰ ⋆ ❝ 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑 ! ❞ ଓ.° ╮

FEAT. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ chigiri hyouma, yukimiya kenyu, nagi seishiro, alexis ness, bachira meguru, hiori yo, kurona ranze

A/ N. when i tell you i went to sephora to smell at least 15 scents and had employees ask me how i was doing five times is a mf understatement. i stood in front of that fragrance wall, sniffed and labeled the smells. srsly 5/10 would not go back unless i gotta, so mf crowded for what. again, i work as a cosmetician and these are opinions i think they would smell like. but definitely if you guys ever has a whiff of these scents let me know what you think!

༊*·˚ CHIGIRI HYOMA is 100% going to wear YSL LA NUIT DE HOMME EAU DE TOILETTE. this fragrance starts off very subtle, which is exactly what he's going for! super aromatic, and despite it supposedly being a spicy hot fragrance ( as in when you smell it, it's kinda warm ) there's this woodsy and slightly citrus smell that gaslights into making you smell this sweet note that pops up once it fully develops on him!! chigiri was definitely surprised at the warmth and kinda sweet smell it had, also his sister helped him chose it.

༊*·˚ YUKIMIYA KENYU with his sponsor BURBERRY HERO EAU DE PARFUM. this guy is into some of the classics! despite how strong the scent comes off at first, it dials down to this spicy fresh scent. you'd be surprised how the spiciness isn't overwhelming and aromatic as well. there's an amazing cedar and citrus scent that makes it worth while! it really suits him as he goes with it since its long lasting and when he models it gives him a fresh and woody smell. he most like started wearing it after modelling with burberry and just stuck to it.

༊*·˚ NAGI SEISHIRO wears VALENTINO UMONO BORN IN ROMA EAU DE TOILETTE. this scent it is a nice woody but mineral like smell. a spicy hot middle note that gives you that warmth and comfiness when you smell it. very aromatic and slightly aquatic due to the salt and sage! just giving lots of at home and comfy vibes. he wants to go with something that he can wear on an everyday thing, and something that isn't to overpowering. he also doesn't give a shit if its a men or womens fragrance because his parents probably just bought it for him.

༊*·˚ ALEXIS NESS of course wears VERSACE DYLAN BLUE. this is very citrusy and very amber smelling when you spray it for the first time, but when it starts to dry down the scent will not be as strong and it's subtle! doesn't want to put kaiser's eros to shame. when it dries you'll be surprised to smell that fresh but also warm spicy ( like his mf personality ). hint of woodsy and musk that blends together to very subtle sweet aromatic smell. obviously, he would be a frequent versace buyer because of kaiser but doesn't wanna wear the same thing as him! .

༊*·˚ BACHIRA MEGURU surprisingly wears TOM FORD COSTA AZZURA EAU DE PARFUM. this aromatic smell is definitely unique... it has woody and citrus top notes when first sprayed, but there's a marine like scent after due to the seaweed!! this scent is enhanced due to the lavender, lemon and mandarin but what makes it super interesting is this herbaceous!! the vanilla gives you that warm, kinda spicy with an odd sweet smell? honestly when i smelt it i was like wtf is this bc its so different. bachira's mom bought for him 100%.

༊*·˚ HIORI YO wears MONT BLANC LEGEND SPIRIT FRESH. this screams him and i cannot be convinced otherwise ! this scent is something super freshly light, nothing overbearing due to the aquatic scents because of the grapefruit! theres a hint of spiciness but its super fresh because of the cardamom. the lavender and woody scent is giving a nice soft powdery feel. this has a hint of sweetness, you can't really smell it unless you concentrate to smell it but it hides just a bit behind those wood notes. hiori got this one because when he went out one of the salesperson suggested it to him and he likes how it makes him feel like he's not in his home.

༊*·˚ KURUNA RANZE is giving PRADA LUNA ROSA OCEAN. it’s nice fresh scent that has very mild woodsy notes!! reminds you as if you went to the ocean on a sunny day. it's powdery and aromatic and the musky note it has is super subtle! has that hint citrus scent with a slightly spicy note with it but what makes it an aromatic is the lavender. kuruna at first only smelt this because it said ocean, but he ended up actually liking it so he can feel like an on land shark boy.

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from-derry · 3 months

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Mécaniques de jeu

Nous mettons en place plusieurs mécaniques pour agrémenter votre jeu. Certaines sont obligatoires pour des raisons de cohérence globale, d’autres sont facultatives. Cette annexe sert aussi à préciser certaines modalités de jeux pour les nouvelleaux arrivant·e·s ainsi que les spécificités liées au jeu des solitaires.

Les dés de sauvegarde :

Tirer ces dés est obligatoire lorsque votre personnage se trouve dans une situation périlleuse ou à l’extérieur la nuit. Exposer en jeu votre personnage à une situation potentiellement mortelle entraîne des conséquences.

Les dés de jets de sauvegarde “facile” sont à tirer au bout du deuxième post RP de votre personnage.

Les dés de jets de sauvegarde “difficile” sont à tirer au bout du quatrième poste RP de votre personnage. A partir de ce moment, chaque réponse nécessitera un tirage jusqu’à la fin de votre RP.

Que faire en cas de mort RP ?

J’entre en contact par MP avec le staff sur le compte Derry pour lui présenter la situation donnée. Je lui annonce mes envies quant à ce tirage : j’accepte la mort RP, j’hésite, je refuse la mort RP.

Un sujet de discussion privé entre le membre et le staff dans le cas où vous acceptez ou hésitez sur la mort RP de votre personnage sera ouvert.

Vous aurez la possibilité de réserver un FC pour votre prochain personnage à n’importe quel moment durant le processus de discussion.

Votre mort RP devra être jouée avant de lancer votre prochain personnage. La date de mort sera a priori celle de votre sujet. A des fins de cohérence, il sera possible de la déplacer dans le futur après vos derniers sujets lancés. Néanmoins, nous vous demanderons de ne pas lancer de nouveaux sujets après votre mort RP.

Toute mort RP refusée pourra être transformée en blessure grave avec des conséquences à long terme.

Conséquences RP de la mort d’un personnage :

La mort de votre personnage entraîne une annonce publique (RP et HRP) afin d'avertir la population de Derry.

Nous vous demanderons de lister l’ensemble des possessions de votre personnage, qui seront redistribuées ensuite aux habitant·es qui en ont besoin ou envie. Le reste sera remisé à la ressourcerie pour servir dans le futur. (Pas besoin de tenir une liste très détaillée tout au long de votre jeu, cela sert surtout si votre personnage à des biens auxquels il tient pour une raison ou une autre et qui seront transmis en RP.)

En HRP, nous tiendrons une liste avec les personnages morts ou considérés comme morts.

En RP, nous pourrons jouer l’enterrement et le partage des possessions de votre personnage.

En cas d'absence/disparition HRP:

Si un personnage est abandonné sans qu'une absence n'ait été postée, et que vous n’avez pas précisé dans la fiche que vous laissiez au staff l’opportunité de guider le personnage, celui-ci sera supprimé passé le délai de recensement et considéré comme mort.

Au cas où vous auriez précisé dans la fiche qu’il était possible de PnJiser le personnage suite à votre départ, celui-ci pourra revenir, avec la considération que le personnage a poursuivi ses activités quotidiennes à Derry sans évènement particulier.

Le dé de trouvaille : (facultatif)

A la fin de chaque RP dans la nature, chaque participant pourra lancer un dé de trouvaille avec une chance de trouver quelque chose de plus ou moins utile pour votre personnage ou la communauté.

Lorsque vous trouvez un item, vous avez le choix entre le garder pour vous ou le donner à la ressourcerie de Derry. Le contenu de celle-ci servira au fur et à mesure de l’avancée de l’intrigue globale à améliorer le confort de vie à Derry. Mais vous pouvez tout aussi bien décider de garder votre trouvaille.

L’arrivée sur le forum :

A votre arrivée sur le forum, le staff ou les membres vous proposeront un rp d’accueil si vous jouez un nouvel arrivant à Derry. Ce sera un rp court où nous vous accueillerons autant en jeu que sur le forum et durant lequel votre personnage sera introduit à son nouvel environnement. N’hésitez pas à préciser si vous avez des préférences de contexte de départ (accident de voiture, perdu après une promenade dans les bois, triste après une rupture, en voyage pro, etc.).

Jouer un solitaire :

Jouer un personnage solitaire comporte quelques spécificités. Vivre en dehors de Derry implique une vie très rude et multiplie par deux ou trois les chances de mourir. C’est une vie plutôt misérable, loin de tout le confort que peuvent proposer le centre bourg ou la maison commune : pas d’accès facile à la nourriture, à l’eau courante, l’électricité, aux soins, affronter le froid et les conditions météorologiques qui peuvent s’avérer difficiles (froid, chaleur, pluie, neige, etc.). Être solitaire à Derry, selon les raisons qui ont conduit à cet isolement peut s’accompagner d’une méfiance de la population, voire carrément de l’hostilité.

Ces conditions de vie vont de paire avec une santé fragile, une hygiène précaire, un manque de sociabilité.

Les solitaires peuvent toujours échanger leur force de main d'œuvre contre quelques vivres ou biens, mais seront constamment à l’écart et mal considérés par la majorité des habitant·es de Derry.

#french rpg #forumactif #projet rpg #rpg français #forum francophone #projet rp #from epix #midwestern gothic #southern gothic #annexes

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anonymocha · 15 days

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Bonne Nuit • Voyager x Medicine Pocket

“Bon voyage, they told her before she left… When I met her, I wished her sweet dreams with this piece.”

Synopsis — Voyager comforts the weary and insomniac Medicine Pocket with a secret lullaby she composed for her first earth friends.

Words — 2.3K including the bonus scene.

CWs — References to animal space programs.

A/N — Pure fluff!!! + In this fic, it is suggested that they already have an established relationship. It could be interpreted as romantic or not. Up to the reader, really. Also it contains my headcanon that Medpoc is a dog caretaker.

Last night wasn't a good night for the young researcher.

Enduring a tedious three-hour youth meeting at Laplace was bad enough, but it was followed by a private lecture filled with the same complaints they heard for years, endlessly repeated for a whole hour. Frustrated thoughts swirled in their mind — Decrepit old rats who fail to understand their work should just shut the fuck up, they think. The only thing preventing them from barking back was sheer exhaustion. The fatigue had caught up with them, otherwise they may have bitten someone, really.

The complaints themselves weren't the issue; The real problem lies in how they just wasted their damn time. They could have returned to the suitcase and done their own thing much earlier if only they hadn't been forced to endure the droning of old-timers. By the time they attempted to rest, they were too weary to sleep, resigning themselves to working on obligatory papers through the night... Yet achieving almost nothing by morning. The sense of frustration lingered - more precious time wasted.

…Perhaps it's a call to sleep. Or at least, they should try.

Medicine Pocket stifled a yawn as they wandered through the corridors of the suitcase. The early hour ensured that the halls were deserted, providing a rare moment of solitude. Despite the lack of activity, they still sought out a secluded corner where they could be undisturbed for a while.

As they made mindless beelines around the suitcase's main building, they couldn't help but catch a faint sound. To be precise, music. A very familiar tune played with a very familiar instrument. The violin. Accompanied by the sound of… pups? Wait, they recognize those barks! Those are their pups!!!

Medicine Pocket followed the sounds. Their exhaustion was momentarily forgotten as curiosity piqued their interest. As they rounded a corner, they were met with… Quite the sight.

Dappled sunlight poured through the windows, casting a soft glow upon the scene unfolding before the young researcher's eyes. There on the floor, in an isolated corner of the suitcase, sat Voyager, her slender frame illuminated by the morning light as she delicately wielded her violin. Beside her, their puppies frolicked and danced to the sweet strains of her music, their tails wagging with unabashed joy.

Her eyes were closed, a serene smile gracing her lips as she lost herself in the piece. Her glimmering hair would catch the sunlight in a subtle gleam of colors and bloom, akin to a celestial halo. The alien visitor was playing Bach’s “Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring”, a quite popular classical piece but fitting for this moment. With the beagles frolicking playfully around her. They would catch her giggling when one of the puppies tried to climb onto her lap. Cute…

As they stood there, silently observing, one of the pups perked up when it caught eye of them. It immediately rushed to their feet, its tail wagging furiously as it bounded toward Medicine Pocket with unrestrained excitement. The others followed suit, their playful barks filling the air as they said hi to their beloved caretaker.

Caught off guard by the sudden attention, Medicine Pocket crouched down to greet their furry companions, a tired smile tugging at the corners of their lips. Despite the exhaustion weighing heavily upon them, the attention of their beloved pups filled them with a sense of warmth and comfort.

Voyager stopped playing, a gasp escaping her lips as she opened her eyes, her gentle gaze locking onto the newcomer with a mixture of surprise and delight. The music faded into silence as she watched them interact with their puppies, a smile of awe tugging at her lips. Voyager’s violin and bow vanished into thin air before she greeted Medicine Pocket with her usual cheerful wave, accompanied by a giggle. A truly pleasant sound.

They’re showered by the puppies’ licks and pawing but they manage to return her greeting with a weary but genuine grin.

Noticing their tiredness, she gestured at her own lap, patting them. They know what it meant, they’ve been here before. She’s offering them comfort as she did many times before. Despite her silence, Voyager is incredibly caring and observant. Not to mention a great listener, and an even better secret keeper. She’s the only one they could trust to stay by their side through the most risky and taboo self-experiments. The only one allowed to see that side of theirs. And the only one to hold their hand through it all. Especially since she revealed glimpses of her nature several times too. They know what lies under the mask of this ‘girl’. And they adore her for that.

That said, they are close enough to her to lay their head on her lap.

With one pup held closely to their chest, another also on Voyager’s lap right next to their head, and the others scattered around them, they sighed contentedly. She smiled at them as she gazed down, a smile they’d seen many times, a smile that never fails to ease them. The soothing floral fragrance of her uniform and hair, added by the scent of the sun and freshly washed dogs, was a great change in comparison to Laplace’s clinical, chemical, and antiseptic-riddled atmosphere.

Delicate fingers traced their scalp as Voyager carefully untucked the scissors from their hair, causing their locks to fall loose. She set it aside before returning to pat them. Her other hand lingers on the pup snuggling on their torso, also patting the little guy. Their gloved hand would join her, caressing the pup’s back. It barked with soft glee at the attention.

“Mmh… You took care of the puppies while I was away, didn’t you?… I didn’t ask you to. But thank you. Daisy smells great for once,” they finally spoke out, their voice thick with gratitude and fatigue.

She nodded, giggling again. Her other hand, the one that had been patting them, suddenly moved towards their face, gently caressing their cheek. A gesture that is a bit surprising. Medicine Pocket blinked at the sudden change of pace. Her hand was so smooth and warm. It was a good kind of surprise.

Their eyes closed, leaning to the touch. They sighed once again, their lips tugging into a soft smile. “I hate everyone at Laplace. I missed my friends. I missed you, too. I kind of wished we could go on an outing this morning but I… Urgh… I’m so fucking tired. I can’t sleep either… It’s just… Damn it.”

Voyager listened attentively as always. She gave their cheek another pat before moving to the top of their head, gently stroking their messy locks. A gentle signal to ‘go on’. One they understood since they confided in her countless times before.

They chuckled and obliged. “I had to endure those damn old people yapping about the same shit again. It was a waste of time. I could have been doing other things. I could have finished my projects, you know? It was so damn annoying. I wanted to leave but… They kept me there because they told me it’s good for me. They’re probably jealous of me, right? I can bet that it is. Hah! They wished they have my guts to do the things I do. They would still say things like age doesn’t matter, but continue to think they know better than me. It pisses me off… They also made me do some papers. What’s the point of research papers really? The results are right there! I…” they continued to ramble on.

The alien visitor simply sat there and listened. Her hands still moved in soothing, repetitive motions. The puppies have also joined in the soothing, providing comfort in their own ways, like snuggling and nuzzling. They can feel their own breathing calming, the tension in their body loosening. They didn't realize it earlier. Their rambling was a way for them to let go of their pent-up frustrations, allowing their mind to settle down and their body to relax.

A long pause fell over them. A sigh escaped their lips. They then looked up at her and said, “...I'm sorry. I was rambling. I think… I really need to sleep.”

“Ah!” Voyager’s eyes widened as if a lightbulb flashed in her head.

“Hm?” Medicine Pocket looked at her curiously.

She smiled at them, materializing her violin and bow in her hands. Before they could say anything, she spoke. Her voice was barely above a whisper. Yet it was loud and clear enough for them to hear.

“I think… I want to share a new secret with you,” she began.

Her words surprised them. She never initiated any topic of conversation before. It's always them who start talking about themselves and the things they did. It's a bit jarring, but not unwelcome.

Their eyes remained fixed on her.

She moved the bow in one slow stroke, eliciting a gentle long note from her violin.

She continued, "I made it… For one of my first earth friends while I was in orbit. And I… I think she slept very well… So I kept playing it for the next 49 friends who came after her before I touched ground with earth…” Her voice was soft, and her eyes were cast somewhere far far away as if she was reminiscing a fond memory.

She motioned the bow in the opposite direction, playing a lighter note. “I haven’t played it for a long… Long time. But I want you to hear it… Perhaps… It can help you sleep, too.”

They have a hunch on who these 50 friends are; The pups sent to space in the 50s and 60s by the humans. They expected Voyager to know about them, but to actually make contact with them? And play a song for them? They were surprised and a little touched. It is a beautiful thought. And somewhat… Comforting. Is that why she adores puppies very much?

“Do I deserve to hear it?” they asked her. She merely responded with a soft chuckle, continuing to play.

Her playing is delicate and slow. They could see her eyes close, the smile on her lips growing. A peaceful look on her face. The melody is gentle and relaxing, reminding them of moonlight and stars. The puppies seemed to have noticed, as their tails began wagging more slowly, their soft barks quieting.

Medicine Pocket let out a long, contented sigh, their eyes fluttering shut as they settled against her lap. They didn’t mind the puppies snuggling and settling around their body.

They listened quietly.

The lullaby sounded like a gentle goodbye. Goodbye to the tiredness. Goodbye to the weariness. Goodbye to the frustration. Goodbye to the pain. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. It was a gentle lullaby of farewell, and a gentle hello of tomorrow. A lullaby that said: "It's okay now. A sweet dream is waiting for you. Rest, dear friend." Behind the sense of departure, there’s also a hint of yearning for home. Or perhaps, a welcome.

The soothing melody wrapped around them like a blanket. It was as if they were drifting away in the middle of a starry sky. Slowly, ever so slowly, they could finally sleep.

Their breathing steadied, and the last thing they heard before drifting to slumber was a faint, reassuring whisper.

“…Bonne nuit.”

Bonus Scene

“Erm… Ugh…”

Medicine Pocket wobbled their way out of the room they slept in. It was already afternoon, so the morning sun they departed with had turned into the warm saturated hues of a sunset by the time they woke up. Voyager and the pups were nowhere to be seen when they awoke, and she must have moved them to the couch with a blanket draped over them (woah she’s pretty strong… But alas, they’re a lanky person).

They reached the lobby. It was quite lively. There’s the girl scout and the girl with a red hood helping that one bunny girl in the kitchen, the TV girl presenting some sort of slideshow about cooking grilled cheese with Lilya’s plane to the pilot herself who looked intrigued, the infamously spooky twins playing cards with the photographer spirit and Necrologist (she’s losing), and so on… Some greeted them, some didn’t.

With the blanket held close to their chest, they kept looking out for the alien with blue hair. They couldn’t find her inside, so they went to the wilderness.

Unsurprisingly, they almost immediately found sitting at the picnic spot, taking a rest from walking their dogs. When she noticed them, she immediately smiled warmly and waved at them. The dogs responded in kind to their presence too, trying to run to them while barking happily, but held fast by the leashes held firm by Voyager’s hand.

Their face lit up, and they briskly made their way to her. “Hey!!! Hi!!! I slept well!!!” they declared with newfound energy. The puppies started to climb up their leg the moment they were in range.

She giggled. She seemed to have noticed the change in their energy level. They could see her shoulders move as she silently laughed.

They sat next to her and let the puppies pile onto them.

After they petted the puppies, they snuggled up to her. She leaned onto their shoulder. A gesture they reciprocated, resting their cheek on her head. They felt her body warmth, along with the faint smell of the sun and her flowery perfume as the usual. They smiled, sighing in relief.

She picked up a box near her lap, and opened it to reveal their favorite — Plain white bread with a little butter on it as a treat. She offered one to them, which they bit and ripped with their shark-like teeth like, well, a dog of course. It was soft, buttery, and still warm. Their favorite. What bliss. She fed some to the pups, too. The puppies certainly wolfed it down, making an endearing mess all over the mat, blanket, and their laps. The two could only laugh it off.

After that, they will be the one to walk the dogs. And then perhaps go back to whatever work they have going on. But now, that doesn’t matter. They’re in good company. This mysterious, lovely, alien darling, and the many many lively pups.

It was a good morning… Afternoon, I mean. Godspeed to their sleeping schedule.

#reverse 1999 #Medicine Pocket #Voyager #reverse 1999 fic #reverse 1999 fanfic #nblw #nblnb #demigirl voyager headcanon i will die on this hill #fluff #Medivoya #VoyaPocket #mochawrites #medpoc girlkissing collection

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coolvieilledentelle · 7 months

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Si longue que soit la nuit .. le soleil la suit toujours... Bonne nuit

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carbone14 · 1 month

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Le croiseur lourd USS Minneapolis (CA-36) suite à une torpille reçue à la proue du navire la nuit précédente lors de la bataille navale de Tassafaronga – Campagne de Guadalcanal – Campagne des îles Salomon – Guerre du Pacifique – Tulagi – Iles Salomon – 1er décembre 1942

Photographe : Official U.S. Navy Photograph

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ernestinee · 4 months

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2023

J'ai beaucoup lu.

J'ai appris la céramique.

J'ai recommencé le japonais.

J'ai mieux dormi, les chats ont un peu grandi, ils sont plus calmes la nuit.

J'ai essayé d'être plus proche de la nature et d'avoir une vie slow. Par contre j'ai moins marché au bois parce que je ne m'y sens plus bien, je dois trouver un autre endroit ou un moyen de me le réapproprier.

J'ai commencé la jonglerie et j'adore, ça me vide la tête, ça la réorganise et je progresse vite.

J'ai perdu 15 kg et repris 2. Je n'aime toujours pas mon corps mais j'aime ce qu'il me rend capable de faire. Concentration, coordination, force et souplesse.

J'ai pris des décisions financières importantes.

J'ai visité pas mal de musées, j'ai écouté beaucoup de musique.

Ça va bien avec mon conjoint et on fêtera nos 20 ans ensemble en 2024, c'est complètement dingue.

L'amitié aussi se porte bien. Je suis entourée de gens fantastiques, j'ai beaucoup de chance.

L'ado est... ado. C'est génial de le voir évoluer et un peu stressant aussi. Mais génial. Mais stressant ouais.

J'ai peu voyagé, j'ai peu pris de photos. On n'a fait que Bruxelles, Amsterdam et Paris. J'ai fait seule une petite virée d'un jour en Ardenne et je suis allée à Marseille.

On a fait des gros travaux dans la maison et le jardin.

J'ai beaucoup travaillé. J'ai terminé une formation que je faisais depuis 3 ans, j'ai la casquette graphothérapeute en plus d'être logopède.

J'ai encore eu des gros moments de nostalgie, de tristesse et de colère à propos de choses qu'on ne peut pas changer.

2024 verra :

La suite des travaux du jardin, planter des fruitiers et des fleurs, et créer un espace qui me plait.

J'ai envie d'un voyage, de photos et de concerts

Apprendre, encore, toujours. Plusieurs formations sont prévues déjà.

Travailler encore, toujours.

Cultiver l'amitié. Aimer au sens large et généreux.

Lire, lire, lire.

Le cirque, le cirque, le cirque !

Une hygiène de vie plutôt basée sur les rythmes de la nature. On verra comment ça se fera, concrètement.

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kilfeur · 3 months

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Charlie a fait nuit blanche pour comprendre pourquoi son hôtel ne marche pas. J'avais déjà dit que le fait que les gens la prenaient pas au sérieux mais aussi que ses exercices ne sont pas adaptés non plus montrant vraiment le côté renfermé de Charlie. Dans le sens qu'elle veut parler à celui qui est le plus haut dans le paradis. Et que par exemple dans l'exercice de confiance ou bien celui de présentation en tapant des mains. Elle dit rien de vraiment vulnérable non plus. Si elle souhaite que ces résidents s'ouvrent, il faut aussi qu'elle s'ouvre à eux d'une certaine manière, qu'elle partage son expérience et pas que les bonnes choses mais aussi les mauvaises choses.

Lorsque Vaggie suggère l'aide de son père, on voit que ça l'enchante pas des masses car elle le voit comme seigneur inactif suite à l'extermination qui approche de plus en plus. De plus on apprend qu'ils se sont séparés, on ne sait pas quand exactement mais Lilith aurait prit sa garde et Lucifer l'aurait appelé pour tromper son ennui. Bien que d'après Lucifer, Charlie ne l'aurait pas vraiment appelé non plus.

Charlie has been up all night trying to figure out why her hotel isn't working. I'd already said that the fact that people don't take her seriously, but also that her exercises don't fit either, really shows Charlie's withdrawn side. In the sense that she wants to talk to whoever is highest in heaven. And that, for example, in the confidence exercise or the hand-clapping presentation exercise. She doesn't say anything really vulnerable either. If she wants these residents to open up, she also has to open up to them in some way, sharing her experience and not just the good stuff, but the bad stuff too.

When Vaggie suggests her father's help, we can see that she's not too thrilled about it, as she sees him as an inactive lord in the light of the extermination that's drawing ever closer. What's more, we learn that they've parted ways. We don't know exactly when, but Lilith is said to have taken custody of her and Lucifer to have called her to relieve his boredom. Although, according to Lucifer, Charlie didn't really call him either.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #charlie morningstar #lucifer morningstar #also love husk little smirk this cat loves the drama XD

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talonabraxas · 3 days

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