Une personne vivant seule aux États-Unis voulait planter dans son jardin des tomates comme chaque année, mais c'était un travail très difficile, car le sol était dur. Son fils unique, Vincent, qui l'aidait tout le temps, est désormais en prison. Le vieil homme écrit une lettre à son fils et décrit sa situation difficile. Cher Vincent, je me sens assez triste, car maintenant que tu es en prison, je ne pourrai pas planter des tomates cette année. Je deviens juste trop vieux pour creuser. Je sais que si tu étais là, j’aurai de belles tomates. Je sais aussi que tu serais heureux de creuser la terre pour moi, comme au bon vieux temps. Gros bisous, papa. Quelques jours plus tard, il reçut une lettre de son fils. Cher Papa, ne déterre pas ce jardin. Tu sais très bien que c’est là que les corps sont enterrés. Bisous, Vincent. À 4 heures du matin le lendemain matin, des agents du FBI et la police locale sont arrivés et ont déterré toute la zone sans trouver de corps. Ils se sont excusés auprès du vieil homme et sont partis. Le jour suivant, le vieil homme reçut une autre lettre de son fils. Cher papa, tu peux planter tes tomates maintenant. C'est le mieux que je pouvais faire dans ces circonstances. Je t’aime, ton fils chéri

A person living alone in the United States wanted to plant tomatoes in his garden like every year, but it was very difficult work, because the soil was hard. Her only son, Vincent, who helped her all the time, is now in prison. The old man writes a letter to his son and describes his difficult situation. Dear Vincent, I feel quite sad, because now that you are in prison, I will not be able to plant tomatoes this year. I'm just getting too old to dig. I know that if you were there, I would have beautiful tomatoes. I also know you'd be happy to dig the dirt for me, just like the good old days. Big hugs, dad. A few days later he received a letter from his son. Dear Daddy, don't dig up this garden. You know very well that this is where the bodies are buried. Kisses, Vincent. At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding a body. They apologized to the old man and left. The next day, the old man received another letter from his son. Dear dad, you can plant your tomatoes now. It's the best I could do under these circumstances. I love you, your darling son

2023/12/25

aujourd'hui je me sens un peu (strange). c'est très comfortable à la maison (at home) et j'ai pas des (things to do). je pense des mes (goals) et ça me fait heureuse (d'être ici avec ma famille et (having a rest)). mais à la (same?) temps quelques-choses (creates uncomfortable longing). (i guess) c'est juste la nostalgie parce que (being at home) me fait penser (reminiscing) de (that) person. mais je dois réaliser que c'est juste une habitude. parce que en réalité (in reality?) je n'ai pas besoin de (him). (i got used to) vivre sans (him) et je me sens je suis prête de (let him go). parce que (i want the best for me). je dois pas (i shouldn't?) plus penser de comment notre histoire (changed me). ma méthode de penser (my mindset) ce n'est pas l'amour (from) mon cœur, c'est juste une habitude et (unwillingness to grow my mindset). je sais pas et je dois (remember) que je sais pas la résultât (the outcome of everything) de tout. et c'est complètement ok. c'est ok si tu es pas (attached to any pain, idea, or person). aujourd'hui matin je me réveille et je penser de (my old) version que (was in love with her goals, i think im becoming her again). alors mes petits (goals) pour (this winter break)!! (dans ma(mon?) université winter break lasts for 2 months)

🌟 faire des cardio exercices pour (get rid of lower belly fat)

🌟 apprendre français (netflix et journaling)

🌟 (promote) mes leçons de coréen (writing)

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Aujourd'hui je me sens un peu étrange. C'est très confortable à la maison, et je n'ai pas de choses à faire. Je pense à mes objectifs, et cela me rend heureuse d'être ici avec ma famille et de me reposer. Mais en même temps, certaines choses créent une nostalgie inconfortable. Je suppose que c'est simplement de la nostalgie parce que être à la maison me fait penser à cette personne. Cependant, je dois réaliser que c'est simplement une habitude. En réalité, je n'ai pas besoin de lui. Je me suis habituée à vivre sans lui, et je me sens prête à le laisser partir parce que je veux le meilleur pour moi. Je ne devrais pas trop penser à comment notre histoire m'a changée. Ma façon de penser n'est pas de l'amour venant de mon cœur ; c'est simplement une habitude et une réticence à faire évoluer ma mentalité. Je ne sais pas, et je dois me rappeler que je ne connais pas le résultat de tout, et c'est tout à fait acceptable. C'est correct si tu n'es pas attachée à aucune douleur, idée ou personne. Ce matin, je me suis réveillée et j'ai pensé à ma vieille version qui était amoureuse de ses objectifs, je pense que je deviens à nouveau elle. Alors, mes petits objectifs pour ces vacances d'hiver ! (Pendant les vacances d'hiver dans mon université, elles durent deux mois).

🌟 Faire des exercices cardio pour (se débarrasser de la graisse du bas du ventre).

🌟 Apprendre le français (sur Netflix et en écrivant dans un journal).

🌟 Promouvoir mes leçons d'écriture coréenne.

Infernal Heat

Hey! It’s been a while - I really miss you guys.  Anyway, I know that a lot of you were keeping up to date with my Mammon x GN! Reader fic...while I’m updating it regularly on my AO3, I thought that I’d post the chapters that I’ve got here as well. I’m planning for it to be a 4 chapter fic, but let’s see how that goes! Warnings in tags (both here and AO3) - monster fucking comes into play much more come Chapter 3 and 4. The biggest thanks to @mawwart for their inspiration and @popcherrypop for reading over what I had all those months ago and actually helping me find direction. I’ve got a bigger/cheesier spiel on AO3, but anyway. Fingers crossed that the ‘Keep Reading’ line shows up here...

Chapter 1: Embers

The Great Mammon had woken up in a mood. He'd felt this creeping up for days now and he wished that it would just come and go already. It was hella distracting to have a constant tug of warmth and want in your gut, y'know? And it was annoying to feel the incessant need to primp and to add to the nest of pillows, blankets, sentimental and decorative items that now overtook most of his bed. But he was due a heat cycle. Annoyingly, he felt that it was probably going to settle in properly on that particular day and he'd been wrangled into going shopping by you. And for whatever reason he'd agreed. Not because he had a crush on you or anything. Damn, he couldn't even remember what you two were meant to be shopping for, that's how addled his mind was. Mammon really just wanted to stay put and perfect his nest. Maybe show it off to you. Although he wasn't sure if you'd appreciate the fact that he'd stolen a few items of yours while on laundry duty to tuck into said nest. Or that he wanted to maybe do something kind of nasty to a piece of your clothing. If not you. 

But would you want to? To see his nest? To lay in it, lay with him, to mate with him? He wanted you to. So very, very badly. He didn’t feel like he deserved you but, oh, to say that he wanted you was a vast understatement. Fuck. 

He groaned and threw one of his tanned arms over his eyes. The silveret realised that he was going to have to partially dislodge his beautiful nest to pull out Goldie (he couldn't go shopping without her - the very thought was offensive!) and that he was going to have to get rid of his raging boner before he faced you. 

So into a cold shower he trudged, loudly cursing the whole time.

---

Longest shopping trip in fucking history. 

It seemed like you were in need of freakin' everything imaginable. He wasn't to know that you were actually just taking your time because it'd been a while since the two of you had some time to yourselves. The demon had been acting strangely around you the past few days, although he was completely oblivious to just how weird it’d been for you.

And today, the Avatar of Greed just wasn't engaging. Questions went unanswered, as if he hadn't heard even when clearly looking at you, no boasting or sulking occurred, no bets or harebrained schemes hatched...he didn't even take you up on your offer of Hell Sauce Noodles! The demon was completely disinterested in all of this - the only thing he was interested in was you. He was also trying very very hard not to let his thoughts slip into anything inappropriate. Which was probably the single most difficult thing he’d had to do in all of his many years. Mammon wanted to take your hand and lace your fingers together; to shamelessly nuzzle your cheek in front of everyone on Silent Avenue. The thought made his heart swell. Better yet, if you were mated, he could kiss you in front of the whole crowd before publicly mounting you and-

Damn, it was hard to keep lewd thoughts at bay. He could feel his cheeks burning and looked away when your concerned expression turned to him. 

On the trek home (finally!), he fell into a lazy pace behind you and Mammon couldn’t help it as you walked together. His cerulean gaze raked over the beautiful curve in your neck - the space was perfect. In his mind, he could see how perfectly his head would fit and how the mark he could leave there would only accentuate the beauty of your skin. It’d be a gorgeous brand that would loudly proclaim to all, ‘I am mated to THE Great Mammon, the Avatar of Greed and Second of the Seven; don’t you dare even think to touch me’. The very notion only caused the flush of heat over his skin to worsen and his breath to hitch; he wanted to tear into his flesh to relieve himself of the insufferable and fiery itch.

The same thoughts washed over his brain again and again like some cruel tide, even once you'd passed through the doors of the House of Lamentation.

It took only a scant moment. He didn’t even think. The silver haired demon was aware that he was losing his mind due to his damned biology, but he didn’t realise that he was so far gone that he would do something so stupid. It was only your screech that alerted him to the fact that he had pulled you tight to his chest, that he was actually in the process of sinking sharp fangs into your supple skin. The sudden realisation made him tear off of you in surprise. 

Beel had been the first to burst through a doorway and into the corridor. The redhead stopped dead in his tracks and stared wide-eyed at the two of you; you with your hand clamped over the section of your neck that had been bitten, and Mammon an arm’s length away from with a look of abject horror painted over his handsome features. Stupid Mammon, indeed. The next to burst in was Lucifer, who looked ready for a proper melee. The sound that had come from you had genuinely startled the older brother, not that he’d admit that if asked. As his garnet gaze took in the scene before him, his mouth twisted unpleasantly. “Mammon…” Lucifer’s voice was dangerously low. Mammon shook his head urgently in response, “Nonono, Luci, it didn’t - I mean, yeah, it is what it looks like an’ I didn’t mean ta, but it...it’s not deep enough. Y’know?” The second brother sounded desperate. Mammon anxiously twisted his rings around his tanned fingers and had to fight back the tears that threatened the edges of his vision. He could have hurt you. “Oh, I think you’ll find that it’s more than deep enough.” Lucifer stalked toward you and put his hand on top of the one you were using to cover your wound. “Let me see how much damage the fool inflicted on you”. Mammon could see the frown that pulled at your mouth as you revealed the bite mark to his brother. No proper damage - the indents might linger, but no blood had been drawn; no skin had been broken. 

“It was more from the surprise than pain, Lucifer. I just wasn’t expecting someone to bite me, you know? That’s the kind of thing that I’d expect more from a very hungry Beel.” Your attempt to lighten the mood only made the Avatar of Pride’s expression sour further - but Beel muttered a small, “Fair”. Lucifer sounded positively glacial when he spoke again. “Beelzebub, please take our brother to his room." The Avatar of Gluttony nodded solemnly, gently taking the second eldest’s shoulder. Mammon stared miserably at the floor, guilt clearly written on his flushed face although he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He didn’t trust himself to. Not after such a stupid stunt. As the other two made their way up the stairs, Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose. 

This wouldn’t be pleasant.

--

It was no surprise to Mammon that Lucifer texted him shortly after the whole ordeal. He was just thankful that Lucifer hadn’t decided to come up to his room and literally tear into him after biting you. Of all the people to bite in the entire Devildom, it just had to be you didn’t it? Lucifer: Mammon. I have strictly instructed the household that you are not to be disturbed until I have given the all clear. You will stay in your room and I will bring you provisions at regular intervals. If you need anything, you will let me know. Are we clear? Mammon: Yes. Lucifer: Good. He waited, hopeful that Lucifer would provide an update on you. After an eon of waiting (which was actually all of seven minutes) he decided to ask. Mammon: Are they okay?

Lucifer: They are. And they will continue to be so long as you stay in your room and do not venture out. Ensure that you lock your door and remember to take your pheromone blockers as well or the whole house will reek of your mating scent. What were brothers for, if not a good motivational speech? --- Chapter 2: Flames Even with Lucifer’s reminder, Mammon had forgotten to take the pheromone blockers and to lock the door. He’d been far too distracted; worrying about your state of health, whether he’d damaged your relationship beyond repair, still trying to keep the lewd thoughts at bay, his instincts fretting over the piece of nest that had been dismantled earlier… It was a lot to be preoccupied with, okay? Without the pheromone blockers, the corridor outside of Mammon’s room was thick with the sweet perfume of a demonic male in heat. It was rich and cloying, the kind of scent that would cling to one’s clothes much to the annoyance of the other residents (Asmodeus excluded).  Mammon, however, didn’t care. He was too busy now attempting to cool the heat in the pit of his stomach and to regain some clarity of mind. An attempt at sleep had been made once his nest had been repaired and Goldie tucked into her rightful place, the lights turned down low and his clothes discarded to some far corner so that he could crawl into the nest in a comfortable state...but how could he sleep when obscene images of you kept popping into his head?  At first, he had tried to keep some semblance of his mind. The demon didn’t like to lose control during his heats. If he could keep his mind, he would keep to his more humanoid forms - and that was what he wanted. Because if you did, by chance, happen upon him...well. He didn’t want to scare you. Before he allowed himself to spiral into the anxiety of your imagined reaction, he reached for his ridiculously large bottle of lube. If he was going to dwell on the thought of anything, it was going to be how good he knew you’d feel… --- Mammon wouldn’t have been able to say how much time had passed. He had brought himself to orgasm more times than he could count - but it only seemed to just take off the edge. A demon’s heat was never an easy thing, but why was this time around so damn difficult?  Satan would have been able to answer that with ease, the smug bastard; if a demon chooses a mate they will, naturally, be most inclined to couple with said mate for optimal breeding. To not couple with a chosen mate could make a heat worse - but to withhold coupling at all? Well, it would be a foolish endeavour.  The Avatar of Greed hadn’t realised just how he was slipping ; wings and horns had appeared without him even registering and his fangs had dropped to a predatory length (which he only noticed when he had apparently attempted to put a mating mark on a pillow covered in one of your stolen shirts that he’d been desperately rutting against, much to his embarrassment).  His breathing was rough. Mammon was equal parts exhausted and invigorated. He wanted nothing more than to let his knees fall out from under him so that sleep would hopefully take him - he wanted to stalk down the hall and into your room and fuck you senseless. And if Lucifer found out? Well, Mammon would love to see him try to pry you from his arms.  The very thought made him snarl, his grip on his cock tightening. It was enraging to even think that his brother would dare, a thought that had him so preoccupied that he didn’t hear the door click open.  His blue eyes slipped over to you and the wet sound of him furiously fucking his fist stopped abruptly. It was impossible to tell which one of you was redder. This was not what he had been expecting. “Uh-” A rasp of your name interrupted you. “Didn’t Lucifer tell you not to come?” He watched as you nodded dumbly, “Yes”. Heavy breath was the only noise to pass between you several beats. The demon in front of you was wondering whether this was fate; you weren’t running, you looked interested and, fuck, you smelled so good. You smelled aroused and it made him growl; “C’mere then”. The way that you slammed the door and scampered toward him practically had him preening in pleasure. Just as eager, Mammon scrambled over to meet you, flustered yet excited, and hauled you up close to him. He bumped your foreheads together. From here it was easy to see how incredibly blown his pupils were, to feel how desperately ragged his breathing was. You were dangerously close. “Now, see here, I'm gonna give ya one chance to go. ‘Cause if I kiss ya, I’m not gonna be able to stop. I won’t be able to let ya go. You’ll be stuck with me for the whole fuckin’ ride, ya hear?” Holy shit, his voice was so strained. “Then kiss me, you dummy.” No repeat was necessary. Mammon threaded his fingers into your hair, hesitating for only the briefest moment before pressing his lips to yours. When you responded in kind his fervour, his deep rooted greed, quickly followed. He’d wanted to kiss you from day one and not a moment had gone by since  without him imagining it. This felt so incredibly right. But he couldn’t ignore the heat curling in his gut. He needed you, wanted you. And as far as he could tell, despite the dark whispers in the back of his mind saying otherwise, you seemed to feel the same.The way that you returned his greedy kisses, how your fingers had twisted sharply in his hair, how you didn’t seem to mind the messy clicking of his elongated fangs against your blunt teeth as he tried to figure out how best to navigate your mouth in this form - how could he deny that he was wanted?  Mammon's only regret when looking back on this evening with you would be not savouring your body laid bare for him for the first time. His mind was too heat-addled to appreciate it; he was unable to slowly peel off your layers and to have the sentiment returned in kind as he had previously fantasised about. In his mind’s eye, he had a whole big romantic gesture planned if you had decided to sleep with him. Previously, he had imagined how he would make love to you and treasure every moment of it...but alas… Your clothes were quickly stripped from you, sharp fangs nipping at new skin as it was exposed. There was no delicate treatment here and he paid no heed to the sound of torn material. When he next plundered your mouth, it was far smoother than the first time - he was a fast learner, after all.  The only complaint that he had about kissing you was that it muffled those beautiful noises of yours. When he broke the seal of your mouths it was to gently toss you back toward the top of the bed, deeper into his nest and into the comfort of a ridiculous amount of pillows - to properly secure you into his nest. To see you like that felt...good. It felt right. It was clear that was exactly where you belonged. The very image had him growling in satisfaction as he took the opportunity to crawl over your body, his fingers gripping at the meat of your thighs and hips as if ensuring that you were truly there with him. Thankfully, his nails had not yet turned into talons or they would have pierced through you with ease at the way that he handled your flesh.  Mammon had to take a deep breath when he looked at you this time. He needed to make sure that he didn’t hurt you while doing this - it was the last thing in the world that he wanted. It was unusual for the Avatar of Greed to put the needs of others before his own...but you weren’t just some ‘other’. You were you. His very own treasure, his very own mate. Reluctantly, a hand left your body to fish for something buried within the nest. “You’re fuckin’ gorgeous,” He coated his fingers generously in lube, desperate to ensure that he would cause as little pain as possible, “Just fuckin’ perfect”. Two fingers slipped into you as Mammon spoke, his tone low and hoarse. Never had he imagined just how difficult it would be to hold himself back like this, nor could he have been prepared for just how much desire he felt in that moment. The sensation of your hot core wrapped around his fingers had him shamelessly rutting against your thigh, a poor attempt at taking the edge off of his lust.  A human really had no business wrecking him like this. His heat cycles were normally pretty boring - desperate rutting for a day or two and then back to normal life. You had no right to set his skin aflame like this, no right to have him feel like he could cum just from the noise you made once he had three fingers fucking into your heat. The way his blood was rushing in his ears was deafening...and he wanted more. It didn’t take too long for it all to get too much. Even all of the dark hickies that he had furiously littered your neck, chest and shoulders with weren’t enough to distract him from the wet sound of his fingers preparing you or the stunning sounds he managed to pull from you when he got the angle of his hand just right.  Mammon would never admit it, but he kind of missed his target. The point of removing his hand from you had been to slip himself right in. Instead, as he kissed you he rolled his slick cock against your sex...which, to be fair, had felt better than your thigh. And if the sound that you’d made in response was anything to go by, you thought so too.  He liked that noise. A lot. So he rolled his hips against you again, groaning in response to you. Ever eager to please, the greedy demon found a rhythm that you both seemed to enjoy in the interim. “Ya like that, huh?” Mammon wasn’t sure where the cockiness in his tone was coming from when internally he felt so nervous. It was those very nerves that quickly had his hand moving to guide his cock to your entrance and thrusting into you before you could retort. Mammon didn’t realise it would silence both of you.  By no means was he a virgin. The Great Mammon would have it known that he was a proper Casanova type, thank you very much. He just didn’t realise how different it would feel coupling with someone that he truly and deeply loved. The heat causing that deep need to breed the closest thing with a pulse didn’t help things, of course.  It was...incredible, for lack of a better word. Divine. Mammon choked on an Infernal curse once seated completely in you and had to literally bite his tongue to keep an anchor on his self-control.  All of that hard earned control was thrown out the window when his name passed your lips.  There was no hesitation in how his hips pistoned, fucking into you relentlessly. His hands manoeuvred to cradle the back of your knees and he pushed your legs back to allow him more access to your body, his fingers gripping hard enough to bruise. The noises that left him were snaps and snarls of Infernal praise, not that he realised. The only thought on Mammon’s mind was his primal objective of breeding you until neither of you could move ; it didn’t matter whether you could actually fall pregnant or not. No logic or worry clouded his mind with these thoughts. All he could focus on was filling you with his seed until he couldn’t any more, the thought of your stomach tender and round because of his affections toward his mate... Mammon’s first orgasm came with an embarrassing quickness. When he spilled inside of you, his teeth sinking into the tender flesh of your chest, he was quickly filled with a relief and warmth that he hadn’t felt in ages. For the first time since his heat had set in, there was true clarity in his mind. While his natural instincts weren’t completely quelled, it was enough for him to actually think with something other than his adamantly pulsing dick. His relief quickly fell to mortification, the shadows of which were clear on his features when he pulled back to look at you. His cheeks were tinted red both from exertion and embarrassment ; he hadn’t paid enough attention to get you to climax. He was quick to stutter out your name, mouth tripping on the words that were trying to get out of his mouth as his sluggishly content brain tried to supply words just beyond reach. “What, isn’t The Great Mammon going to make me cum?” Your sass fanned the flames in his loins. A playful snarl was made in response, “Oh sweetheart. I’m going to make you cum so fuckin’ hard you black out. You won’t be able to feel your legs by the time I’m done with you”. And so The Great Mammon set to work. --- Mammon hummed contentedly as you lazily played with the hair at the nape of his neck hours later. This was perfection. Strong fingers stroked your thighs as he enjoyed the sensation of you wrapped around his hips, the pleasure of you sat on his lap while cuddled up together in your nest. The demon toyed with the thought of pushing his hips up just to make you gasp from the overstimulation, but decided against it. Although he was loath to admit it, you needed rest - because Mammon had been good to his word, ensuring that you both had more than your fair share of orgasms.  But this was good. The fire in his gut had died down to crackling embers, although he knew it would flare up again soon - but you would be there to help ease him through it. And you even seemed to like helping him out. What was the phrase… ‘mutually beneficial’? Somethin’ like that. His eyes fluttered open when he heard your chuckle. He couldn’t help but wonder if you knew how freakin’ stunning you were when you smiled like that. “What?” When your eyes met his, he was pouting frowning. The laugh that you let out only made his brow furrow more, “I said what. What’s got ya laughin’ like that, huh? You should be out like a freakin’ light by now”. It wasn’t until you replied that he realised how obvious it was, “I didn’t know that demons could purr”. Mammon squawked loudly and attempted to divert your attention - he sounded like a damn motor! It wasn’t fair! He wasn’t even able to control the way he was going off… It was embarrassing. “Well, yeah, y’know, sometimes. We’re incredible ‘n mysterious creatures us demons, y’know! Demons are capable of things that your human mind couldn’t even comprehend! Anyway, ’s not like ’s all the time or anythin’ like that…” He tried to occupy himself and forget about the heat radiating from his face by playing with your hair - but he could feel you smiling against the crook of his neck. “Yeah?” “Yeah.” The incredible and mysterious demon sounded more like a petulant child (well, a purring and petulant child). “So, when do you normally purr?” “I dunno. When we’re happy, I guess?” “Does that mean I haven’t made you happy before?” The way that he spluttered was definitely worth teasing him. “Who said that ya haven’t made me happy?! ‘N besides, this is different!” Even Mammon couldn’t deny that he was now pouting, but he tried to focus on the feeling of your fingers running along his shoulders. It was nice; soothing, even. Until he felt a sharp tug on the back of his neck.  “Ouch! You gotta be more gentle than that!” The look of surprise on your face made him want to curl in on himself. “Mammon - are those feathers?” “Phffft,” The greedy demon rolled his eyes and tried to deflect your query, “Shaddap. You dunno what you’re talking ‘bout”.  When your mouth opened again, he did take the opportunity to thrust sharply into you. At the gasp, he lurched forward with a passionate kiss. Simply to shut you up, of course. No hidden agenda. His pleased purring melted into a deep rumbling, the fire in his belly stoking itself back to life. It was impossible for him not to roll you over to allow him to bask in more of your shared passion. The laughter that ensued, laughter that he was sure was aimed at him, only made his heart swell as much as his cock.

hi my fella french people and non french people who understand french and have read the wicked string by james dashner because we can, I started writing a fic on the maze runner trilogy last year and some parts are REALLY SIMILAR to the wicked string (like the name of the fcking protagonist, I'm getting paranoid guys) anyway if you want the wattpad link here you go (only in french sorry) :

https://www.wattpad.com/778866251-isaac-1

hello mes amis français et ceux qui comprennent le français et ont lu le rivage des survivants de james dashner parce que nous on peut, j'ai commencé l'année dernière à écrire une fanfic sur la triologie du labyrinthe et certains aspects sont TRÈS SIMILAIRES avec le rivage des survivants (comme le prénom du personnage principal, je deviens parano) bref si vous voulez le lien wattpad le voici (fic en français seulement sorry) :

https://www.wattpad.com/778866251-isaac-1

for the fic title meme thing: "du cœur à tes lèvres, je deviens un casse-tête" (it's french, from a song i rly like) (what kind of fic would have a french title, i wonder?)

google translate says "and from the heart to your lips, i become a puzzle" - which can't be exactly right but damn. i dig it.

feeling a devi and ben fwb fic for this one, set in a potential s2 where devi pumps the breaks with both guys but then ben approaches her and is like "fine, you don't want to date. but there're other things we could do" and devi doesn't want to hurt paxton's feelings but she is intrigued so they agree to hook up in secret...shenanigans ensue

send me a made-up fic title and i’ll tell you what i would write to go with it

Unique writing asks : A, E, H, L, S, V ;)

Merci @ladyniniane, mais tu me fais une devinette avec ces lettres ? XD J’ai supposé que ça correspondait aux numéros.

1 ) What themes would you like to write about that you feel don’t get explored very often ?

J’ai déjà répondu à cette question mais pour apporter quelque chose de nouveau, je dirais que je ne représente pas souvent un monde “sale et gris” et des personnages “vulgaires”, mais je m’y essaie en ce moment même sur mon roman actuel, notamment avec le personnage de Morphe. Ça ne correspond pas à mon style habituel et c’est un défi, je dois l’admettre. 

5 ) Would you rather write a happy ending that soothes the soul or a tragic ending that hurts the heart ?

Les deux me conviennent. Tout dépend du type d’histoire racontée et du message à faire passer. Je me rapproche tout de même plus des happy end. 

8 ) Favorite dialogue in your wip ? (If asked more than once, respond with a new piece each time)

Je ne dirais pas que c’est mon dialogue préféré. Je suis d’ailleurs rarement satisfaite de mes dialogues, mais celui-ci illustre la relation d’Avalanche et de Roland et c’est une scène plutôt paisible.

« Si vous buvez aussi souvent du café, c’est parce que vous en aimez le goût ? 

— Oui, en partie, mais aussi parce que ça m’aide à rester éveillé. Cela dit, je ne pense pas que ça te plairait. Les enfants ont tendance trouver ça amer, et je dois dire que ce n’est pas aussi bon qu’un bon vin blanc.

— Vous préférez le vin donc ?

— On peut dire ça… 

— Et comment savez-vous que vous préférez une chose à une autre ? »

 Roland se perdit dans ses pensées. Il n’avait jamais réfléchi à un moyen d’expliquer simplement quelque chose d’aussi évident, mais après réflexion, les mots lui virent naturellement.

« Eh bien… je suppose que j’ai envie de boire du vin blanc plus souvent que le café.

— C’est peut-être parce que vous êtes alcoolique…

— Ne deviens pas impertinent et mange ton yaourt, grogna-t-il. On peut aimer une chose sans en abuser. »

12 ) What is the fashion like in your wip ? Do you have any pictures saved of outfits your characters would wear ?

Pour une fois, je n’ai pas eu besoin d’inventer un style vestimentaire et je dois dire que j’en suis profondément frustrée ! La mode est peu ou prou la même qu’à notre époque, alors je n’ai pas besoin de faire beaucoup de recherches.

Dans ma saga, en revanche, les costumes sont un mélange de nombreux vêtements traditionnels du monde entier. Je garde des photos pour me servir de référence et je les gribouille moi-même pour me les représenter.

19 ) “For fans of ______!” What works would you say are similar to yours ?

Honnêtement, je n’en ai aucune idée. Je recommanderais mon roman à des amateurs de polars, de romans noirs, de récits fantastiques ou horrifiques et de dystopies. Peut-être aux amateurs d’histoires sur le clonage ? 

22 ) How do you come up with character names? Do the names have a special meaning? If so, what are they ?

Les noms de mes personnages principaux me viennent assez facilement. Je n’ai parfois même pas besoin de chercher. Je me débats davantage avec les autres, plus secondaires.

 Certains noms ont un sens, d’autres non. Roland m’est venu naturellement car j’aime les prénoms moyenâgeux et que le personnage a quelques caractéristiques chevaleresques. Morphe est une référence à Mophée, puisque ses pouvoirs sont liés aux rêves et au sommeil. Pour ce qui est d’Avalanche, j’aimais bien la sonorité de ce mot. Je l’ai trouvé sur un coup de tête et je n’en ai plus changé depuis. 

Thank you for the tags! @madamedevien and @lord-diavolo-is-watching I was just woke up and I'll try to answer❤️

Nickname : hmm.. Discord friends call me Cyg (because my nick there is "Cygnow" ). IRL people call me "Mel"/" Meli"/"Meng" (though Meng always used as a nick for cats 😭 idk why my classmates call me that)

Gender : female! (๑>◡<๑)

Star sign : taurus (21/04) !

Height : I-I'm short.. 153cm

Hogwarts house : Ravenclaw (*≧∀≦*)

Favorite animals : C A T S !! also doggos but because of some reasons I can't adopt one :")

Number of blankets : mmmmm 1? Because I live in tropic region so I only use it while sleeping with the AC turned on !

Where I'm from : one country that's part of SEA ~ sorry I don't want to reveal it because I have a little traumatic incident when partying in dota2....... I'll tell about this someday haha :"D

When I started this account : I've made this account on 2016/2017 but left it dead, and came back during february or so?

Why I started this accident :

This will be long, bear with me 😂

initially I'm more active on IG and twt but at January (when I start playing OM) on both platforms still lack contents. (+on AO3 only have up to 7/9 pages of fanfics there!).

And the thirst for contents is real.

I stumble upon devien's writing on AO3 and really love it and so happy that they have a tumblr.

And that's the first reason why I'm back on tumblr www 😂

(I'm sorry devien I revealed it to you that I'm your biggest fan-) HAHAHA

Anyway,

The other reason is I see that here, is more active. Blogs posting headcanons, fanarts etc. Aaah I really love it ;;; I want to interact with many people that share the same interest ( and it's Obey Me)!

Thats all, guys 😳

I'll tag other people that do art trades/request/interact with me

I tag these two first! @miss-shiota and @dramatic-angel !

I'll add the rest later! Wait for my nausea to go down ;;;

Assembly by Natasha Brown (August 2021)

Come of age in the credit crunch. Be civil in a hostile environment. Go to college, get an education, start a career. Do all the right things. Buy an apartment. Buy art. Buy a sort of happiness. But above all, keep your head down. Keep quiet. And keep going. The narrator of Assembly is a black British woman. She is preparing to attend a lavish garden party at her boyfriend’s family estate, set deep in the English countryside. At the same time, she is considering the carefully assembled pieces of herself. As the minutes tick down and the future beckons, she can’t escape the question: is it time to take it all apart?

Would I recommend it to anyone? It's really not a book for everyone.

Level of (dis)satisfaction based on the summary and my expectations? Once again, I was just curious to see what kind of books uni asks me to read for my English lit classes. I don't really know what I was expecting for this one so I can't say I was disappointed, but I can't say I was satisfied either. Although, it was a hell of a lot more depressing than I thought it would be.

My thoughts on it? It's a very short book, barely pages but we're given a bits of information all over the place. I was a bit lost at first because it's not a linear narrative, our main girl thinks about a lot of stuff while on her way to her boyfriend's parents' house. I think I'd need to read this book several times to really take it all in but I'm not sure I'll have enough time (and I'll be studying it in class anyways). Also, it was a pretty heavy book: we understand right away that our narrator's mental health is as inexistant as her name in the story, and we come to understand that she's also sick physically. She keeps thinking about all the microaggressions she has to endure in the streets from strangers, in her workplace from collegues and even sometimes in what are supposed to be safe places from her own friends and boyfriend. So between that and her flagrant depression, it was pretty hard to read.

Other than that, the writing was amazing and the ending, as abrupt as I thought it was, was the perfect way to finish this book.

French version under the cut

Deviens adulte en plein "credit-crunch". Sois civile dans un environnement hostile. Va à l'université, reçois une éducation, commence une carrière. Fais tous les bons choix. Achète une maison. Achète de l'art. Achète une sorte de bonheur. Mais par dessus tout, garde la tête basse. Tais-toi. Et continue d'avancer.

La narratrice de Assembly est noire et Anglaise. Elle s'apprête à assister à une extravagante garden-party sur le domaine des parents de son petit-ami situé dans la campagne anglaise profonde. En même temps, elle inspecte tous les morceaux d'elle-même assemblés minutieusement. Tandis que les minutes s'écoulent et que le futur l'appelle, elle ne peut échapper à cette question : est-il temps de tout mettre en pièces ?

Est-ce que tu le conseillerais à quelqu’un ? Pas à tout le monde, c’est assez particulier comme livre et comme thème.

Niveau de déception/satisfaction par rapport au résumé et tes attentes ? Encore une fois, j’étais surtout curieuse de voir le type de livre qu’on nous demande de lire pour nos cours de littérature anglaise. Je sais pas trop à quoi je m’attendais pour celui-là donc je suis pas déçue mais c’est pas comme si je pouvais être satisfaite non plus du coup. C’était beaucoup plus déprimant que ce que je pensais par contre.

Avis sans spoiler ? Le livre est très court, à peine 100 pages mais on a beaucoup d’informations, souvent données par morceaux. C’est pas du tout une construction linéaire, la narratrice repense à beaucoup de choses en même temps qu’elle vit son trajet jusque chez les parents de son copain et c’est assez déconcertant au début. Je pense que c’est un livre qu’il faudrait que je lise plusieurs fois pour bien tout intégrer mais je sais pas si j’aurais le temps. Aussi, c’était assez lourd à lire parce qu’on sent très bien que la santé mentale de la narratrice est inexistante et on comprend au fil du livre que même physiquement elle est malade. La narratrice parle constamment des micro-agressions qu'elle subit dans la rue de la part d'inconnus, au travail de la part de ses collègues, et même dans des endroits qui devraient être safe de la part de ses amis et de son petit-ami. Donc entre ça et sa dépression flagrante, c'était assez dur à lire.

Sinon, c'était vraiment bien écrit, et la fin (même si je l'ai trouvée abrupte) était la meilleure fin que pouvait avoir ce livre parce qu’elle est fidèle à tout le reste.

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Can you do lucifer and number 15 !

Anon, thank you for your request and your patience while I’ve been writing this! I know it’s been a while, but work has been crazy ;3; So I’ve written this one a little longer than my others for you.I also hadn’t been expecting this one with Lucifer, actually! So, please do accept my apologies if it comes off as colder than my other requests - he just strikes me as someone who is a bit colder with his affections…15. “Hi, I’ve been subtle at hinting that I want your attention all day and you haven’t noticed once and now I’m pissed.” Contains: SFW, Lucifer, Lucifer can be a bit of a bitch, MC have you genuinely missed Lucifer’s advances? Silly MC, MC is the reasonable one for once. Contains 1,015 words. Un-beta’d, as usual. —

Lucifer was not one to cave to his base desires. Yes, he might occasionally indulge in a treat - like a glass of demonus in his study - but he didn’t waste his time with the little things in life. There were much more important matters at hand. Until you wiggled your way into his heart. Then, although you appeared not to notice, he softened. The raven haired demon would allow you to show your physical affection, would give you his time when he should have been focusing on more pressing matters, and so on. Yet he still struggled to reach out to you. Oh, he’d scold you when you were so easily roped into one of Mammon’s schemes or point out when you hadn’t finished your tasks…but you were lovers. It should have been easy enough for him to ask you to spend the night or to request that you come to his office after class so that he could indulge in your sweet kisses. But today, that would change. The Avatar of Pride himself was putting aside his largest vice for the betterment of your relationship. He tried all through the day to genuinely ask for your affection. You didn’t even notice. How you didn’t notice that his stare was not his normal warning signal was beyond him. Leather clad fingers had reached for yours at some point during lunch, but you had pulled back and apologised (Lucifer himself had not noticed his poor timing as he had been too focused on working up his nerve to grab for your hand so publicly - you had accidentally elbowed another student walking past, which was why you had pulled your arm back closer to your body). He’d even asked you to stop by his office when you had the chance, hoping to steal you for a brief moment of affection…but you never appeared. Although he wasn’t to know, that was very simply Mammon’s fault - the silveret thought that Lucifer was going to punish you for not completing a task, so he had whisked you away for some shenanigans after school. The damage was done. You had, unknowingly, snubbed the Avatar of Pride himself. The Morning Star was not a man who took rejection kindly. When you knocked on his door later that evening, he had been tempted to act as petty as his brothers and simply bar you entrance. Against his better judgement, he called out for you to enter - and his heart softened when you did. Oh, he was still upset. But his garnet gaze struggled to stay cold as he took in your form; the sweet curve of your face, your eyes alight with concern for him. “Lucifer?”“Ah,” Pale fingers, bare for once, held his glass of demonus by the top as he gently swirled the liquid in its snifter; not dissimilar to how a cat would flick its tail in irritation. “To what do I owe the sudden pleasure of your company?” He couldn’t keep the sharp edge from his dark voice, even when your mouth pulled down to a frown.“Are you okay?”A dark brow quirked at your question and he let out an indignant puff of air. Rather than reply immediately, he simply shifted his drink to cradle the bowl before taking a sip. “I’m surprised that you would ask. You’ve clearly had better things to occupy your mind today.”As your frown deepened and you moved closer, Lucifer almost felt guilty for his snark. However, there was a point to be made.“I’m sorry that I upset you.”Now, he hadn’t been expecting that. Apologies never came easily in the House of Lamentation - despite such, he kept his poker face.“Can we talk about it, Lucifer? I don’t want us to fight - help me to understand today so that we can avoid it in future.”The cushion beside him dipped as you sat in it, and he felt the overwhelming urge to collect you into his arms; to embrace you and keep you there for the remainder of eternity. You were his as much as he was yours - couldn’t you see that? Couldn’t you see how desperately he wanted, needed, you?Rather than give in to his desire, he decided to sour his expression. “To not know is even worse. However, if I must point out the obvious to you, I have been hinting for your affections all day and apparently you haven’t noticed. It’s a rather infuriating talent of yours.” How you regarded him shouldn’t have been filled with such sweetness, such concern, such love. He knew that he wasn’t being easy with you; he was aware that he was perhaps being too hard. But it was in his very nature. Even your love wouldn’t so quickly change him. “Lucifer.” When your gentle touch reached his jaw, his eyes finally fell to yours. His cold imperious façade was still up, but he could have easily melded to your palm had he allowed himself to. “Lucifer, I am so sorry. I didn’t notice. I will try better in future - but you also have to try harder yourself.”He nearly reeled from your touch at such words, but you were quick to fix your hand to the other side of his face. “Hear me out. As much as I wish it were different, I am no mind reader. I know that you like your space and that you keep up appearances. If you promise to try to be clearer with your intentions, I promise to be more aware of them. Deal?”Expression still pinched, he clicked his tongue. “What about my actions weren’t exactly clear to you?”Alas, the conversation hadn’t gone exactly as either of you had planned. But Lucifer now had you in his arms, intertwined beneath his sheets he took a deep inhale of your scent. Despite earlier words, he was deliriously happy to have you slumbering in his arms after having reached an, albeit shaky, agreement. No, not even your love would change him so quickly; but he was willing to learn. For your sake. 

1 and 40, please!

1. Do you prefer writing with black or blue pen?

Neither. My favourite pens are Le Pens in various shades of the rainbow. I’m a colourful writer :D

40. If you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it?

I’d like either a watercolour fox or a quote from Le Petit Prince: “Tu deviens responsable pour toujours dece que tu as apprivoisé,” or “You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.”  

I would get a tattoo on my wrist, but as I aspire to be a doctor I’d have to be very careful about always covering it up with gloves or my coat and that seems like kind of a hassle? So probably on my collarbone. 

Dig a little deeper.

November writing challenge day 12

12. What is something you’re looking forward to this month?

Italiano: Non vedo l’ora quando andrò a una festa per i “Russ” del mio liceo questo mese. Quando sei nell’ultimo anno del liceo, tu diventi un “Russ,” una tradizione in Norvegia in cui si festeggia molto per la laurea e anche per il giorno nazionale a maggio. 

Français: Je ne peux pas attendre pour aller à la fête pour les “Russ” de mon lycée ce mois. Quand tu es dans l’année dernière, tu deviens un “Russ,” une tradition en Norvège dans lequel on fête beaucoup pour la diplôme et aussi pour le jour national en mai. 

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZKCS78kKSw)

07-4-2017 INTERDICTION DE LA BANDE SON PAR YOUTUBE CHANGEMENT DE BANDE SON MISE A JOUR LE 03-12-2015 Mise en ligne le 19 juin 2011 musique gilbert Bécaud je t'appartiens THOMAS ANDRE,auteur,écrivain,poète, Je me suis inspiré des fantastiques photos et photos-peintures de MARTINE ANCIAUX,photographe d’art, créatrice de la photo-peinture,Martine ANCIAUX creator of the photo painting.new art of the photo painting,art photographer, http://www.anciaux-photos.fr, http://www.anciauxmartine.com J'ai voulu rendre hommage à notre nature et à notre créateur DIEU, je me suis fait l'avocat des petits face aux traiders et aux instituts boursiers qui peuvent créer une dévaluation d'une monnaie, faire chuter un pays et ses habitants et se donner bonne conscience en énumérant des équations de rentabilité d'un pays sans même se préoccuper des difficultés financières de toute la population voir crise mondiale en 2008. LA VIE DOIT POUVOIR ETRE UN PLAISIR, ET NON UN LONG CHEMIN POUR SOUFFRIR, ETRE CAPABLE DE POUVOIR SOURIRE, ET NE PLUS CRAINDRE DE RIRE .THOMAS ANDRE

©LA NUIT DU SOLEIL POEME THOMAS André© écrit le 3 Juin 2010

Lorsque la lumière semble s’éteindre, Et que dans tes pensés,tu sembles geindre, Vois le spectacle offert à tes yeux, Respire la beauté de ces cieux.

Toi, qui toute la journée as pensé avec acharnement, A gagner, sans même te préoccuper du mal que tu engendrais. Dans ce bureau, où on ne parle que d’OPA et d’investissement, Peux- tu encore te regarder sans penser à tes forfaits.

C’est à cette heure là, que de Boursier tu deviens humain, Et devant ta porte, tu promènes ton chien la laisse à la main, Délaissant le long du chemin, tes habits de vaurien L’ignoble individu, qui a pourchassé toute la journée, change de peau comme un saurien.

Alors tu examines, et apprécies ces belles couleurs, Fini ta cruauté, place à la bonté et aux sentiments du coeur, C’est à ce moment là, que tu retrouves tes valeurs, Alors pourquoi, ne les pratiquerais tu pas journellement.

translated by Google translation THOMAS ANDRE, author, writer, poet, I was inspired fantastic photos and photo-paintings MARTINE ANCIAUX, art photographer, creator of the photo-painting, Martine ANCIAUX creator of the image of the picture painting.new art painting, art photographer, http://www.anciaux-photos.fr, http://www.anciauxmartine.com I wanted to pay tribute to our nature and our creator God, I got the lawyer small face traiders and stock institutes that can create a devaluation of a currency, drive down a country and its people and feel good by listing a country profitability equations without even worrying about the financial difficulties of the whole population to see global crisis in 2008. LIFE MUST BE ABLE TO BE A PLEASURE, NOT A LONG WAY TO SUFFER, BE ABLE TO SMILE POWER, AND NO LONGER AFRAID OF LAUGHTER .THOMAS ANDRE

© MORNING SUN © POEME THOMAS André writes June 3, 2010

When the light seems to turn off, And in your thought, you seem whining, See the spectacle offered to your eyes, Breathe the beauty of the heavens.

You, who all day have thought hard, To win without even worrying you harm you engendrais. In this office, where we only speak takeover and investment, Can- you still look at you without thinking about your crimes.

It is at this hour that you become human Fellow, And in front of your door, you walk your dog leash in hand, Leaving along the way, your clothes rascal The despicable individual, who chased all day, changes its skin like a lizard.

Then you examine and appreciate these beautiful colors, Finish your cruelty, up to the goodness of the heart and feelings, It was at that moment that you end your values, So why do not you would practice them daily.

148 (quote or scripture!)

148. What’s your favourite quote?-Oh man. This ones hard because I have a lot, I'm a total sucker for good writing and pretty quotes haha. So here's a few in no particular order:Romans 8 35;36-39 35 Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? 37 Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us. 38 For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, 39 Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.Sarah Kay - If I Should Have a Daughter"Our deepest fear is not that we are weak. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world ... As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."-Marianne Williamson A few from Le Petit Prince: because it's the best:Voici mon secret. Il est très simple : on ne voit bien qu’avec le coeur. L’essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.-Translated en Englais-And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.Tu deviens responsable pour toujours de ce que tu as apprivoisé.-Translated en Englais-You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamedSorry that was probably a lot...

Un canon harry à serpentard dès le début et qui déteste déjà draco... hum ça peut être intéressant. Donc il aura le culte de dumbeldore plus le complexe de héros ? Essaye evitative de Vichan c’est un canon harry retrier à serpentard en cinquième année, c’est un Harry/draco a combustion lente. Et où il devien un sorcier noir mais n’est pas maléfique. Et ça montre une bonne relation avec Sirius et introduit andromeda tonks

I’ve read evitative and I loved it! That alongside Leo inters serpents really encouraged me into writing my own, it’s more of a concept now and only 10k words in so I might end up scrapping it but for now I’m just seeing where it goes because I really don’t want anything to distract me from ink and parchment besides the other fandoms I write for

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hOCp0g56g-g) 14-5-2017 AMIS INTERNAUTES J'ai toujours aimé les fleurs, Je ne pourrais pas vivre, dans un monde sans fleur, Aussi en ce jour solennel, ou la France à un nouveau président de La république, A VOUS FRANCAIS, JE VOUS OFFRE LES FLEURS, de mon diaporama, en espérant pour notre pays la France, et pour son peuple les français, des jours meilleurs, ou le bonheur sera aussi grand, que ces bouquets de muguets  qui embèllissent le 1er MAI. Avec toute notre amitié MARTINE ANCIAUX & THOMAS André 15-4-2017 Par ce beau jour de printemps, ,je  peux voir les fleurs poussés dans mon jardin, et l'appareil photo interprète une mélodie de couleurs,  que j'animerai plus tard d'une belle musique pour partager plus tard avec vous en créant un autre diaporama, en attendant  AMIS INTERNAUTES JE VOUS PARTAGE CELUI CI MARTINE ANCIAUX17-2-2017 j'ai voulu agrémenter  CE DIAPORAMA par un très beau poème de THOMAS André  écrit le 12-2-2016 A VOUS INTERNAUTES DU MONDE ENTIER- AMITIE MARTINE ANCIAUX  17-2-2017 ©LA FLEUR POEME THOMAS ANDRE© 12-02-2016Fleur, tu es souvent, l’inspiration du poète, Tu es aussi son imaginaire, la musicalité des rimes du même poète, Ta fébrilité, et tes couleurs, ensemencent sa plume, et créent ses écrits, Comme l’agriculteur, fertilise sa terre, qui nous nourrit.A la puissance, du symbole de la fleur, Le faiseur de rimes, idéalise la femme, qui est fleur, Et la couvre, de ses mots Pour en faire une complainte, de bons mots.Alors, dans cette nature si belle, Toi, de petit bouton, tu deviens fleur, Jusqu’aux moments, où on te pleure, Et de beauté, tu deviens dans notre esprit parure de belle.Alors, comme par magie, la sensibilité des mots, éclot des mains du poète, Sous sa plume, tu reprends forme Et loin de te laisser pour compte, il verbalise ta forme, Pour que l’éternité, se souvienne, de ta beauté, et des vers du poète. Cet amalgame entre, la poésie, et la nature, Existe, depuis la nuit des temps, Et c’est comme si, la montre de notre humanité, signifiait ce temps, Alors on peut dire, qu’à jamais sont liés, l’homme et la nature.27-10-2016 Dans cette nuit éclairé, De cette nuit d'automne, Pour voir en mon jardin vos dernières roses d'automne, Mon esprit s'exaspère de vous voir devant la rigueur du temps si désemparée. THOMAS AndréSi la vidéo vous plaît, pensez à visiter notre site www.photopeinture.com (et à désactiver votre bloqueur de publicités sur notre chaîne). La fleur un plaisir de la vie, Un cadeau au parfum qui donne envie, Libérant chez l'être chère,  sa passion langoureuse Développant grâce à cette offrande, sa nature amoureuse. THOMAS André google traduction 17-2-2017 I wanted to decorate THIS DIAPORAMA with a beautiful poem by THOMAS André written on the 12-2-2016 TO YOU FROM THE WORLD ENTIRE- AMITIE MARTINE ANCIAUX 17-2-21 © LA FLEUR POEME THOMAS ANDRE © 12-02-2016Flower, you are often, the inspiration of the poet, You are also his imaginary, the musicality of the rhymes of the same poet, Your feverishness, and your colors, seed his pen, and create his writings, Like the farmer, fertilizes his land, which nourishes us.At the power, the symbol of the flower, The rhyming maker, idealizes the woman, who is flower, And covers her with her words To make a lament, good words.Then, in this beautiful nature, You, little button, you become flower, Until the moments when you cry, And beauty, you become in our beautiful adornment.Then, as if by magic, the sensitivity of the words, the hands of the poet, Under his pen, you resume form And far from leaving you behind, he verbalizes your form, So that eternity, remember, your beauty, and verses of the poet.This amalgam enters, poetry, and nature, Since the dawn of time, And it is as if, the watch of our humanity, signified this time, Then we can say that man and nature are bound together. 27-10-2016 In this enlightened night, From that autumn night, To see in my garden your last autumn roses, My mind is exasperated at seeing you before the rigor of time so helpless. THOMAS André If you like the video, please visit www.photopeinture.com (and disable your ad blocker on our channel). The flower a pleasure of life, A gift to the perfume that gives envy, Releasing in the loved one, his languorous passion Developing thanks to this offering, its loving nature. THOMAS André