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Tout (n’)est (pas du tout) sous contrôle de Sophie Henrionnet
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alouestriendenouveau · 5 months
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« Rupture, sirop d’érable et joyeux Noël ! », ma romcom de Noël
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Mon dernier livre en format papier est sorti il y a désormais plus d’un an. Et je travaille actuellement sur deux projets, un nouvel essai et un album jeunesse. Mais j’ai également expérimenté tout récemment quelque chose de nouveau pour moi : publier une fiction, et sur une plateforme de streaming.
La fiction en question, je l’ai écrite l'an dernier, alors que j’avais envie de m’essayer à un nouveau genre littéraire. J’ai beaucoup de tendresse pour les téléfilms un peu nuls de Noël où tout se finit toujours bien et qui amènent un peu de légèreté à nos vies, et j’avais aussi très envie d’ancrer une histoire à Calgary, où nous avons vécu il y a 9 ans.
J’avais les éléments de base : une romance feel good qui se situe à la période de Noël, l’Ouest Canadien, et un personnage principal féminin badass. Je voulais aussi que mon histoire soit féministe et inclusive. Ça a donné l’histoire de Junon, Française proche de la cinquantaine qui quitte son boulot et son mari toxique pour partir s’installer à 8 000 km de chez elle.
J’ai pris beaucoup de plaisir à écrire ce récit, mais mes travers étant ce qu’ils sont, je suis quelqu’un de très synthétique qui ne se perd pas dans des longueurs à n’en plus finir. Mon histoire était donc assez courte, trop courte pour prétendre s’appeler un roman. Mais trop longue pour être une nouvelle !
J’ai finalement trouvé chaussure à mon pied pour ce format singulier : Vivlio Stories, une application de lecture en streaming. Pour 3,99 euros par mois, les abonnés lisent sur leur tablette, liseuse ou téléphone des histoires en tout genre, sous forme de séries découpées en chapitres. Comme s’ils regardaient une série, qu’elle soit romantique, feel-good ou à suspense, mais à l’écrit.
« Rupture, sirop d’érable et joyeux Noël ! » est donc désormais disponible à la lecture sur l’appli, et sortira en ebook dans 3 mois. Vous y suivrez les premiers pas de Junon dans son nouveau pays, à la recherche d’indépendance et de renaissance dans tous les domaines de sa vie. À lire sous un plaid, avec un chocolat chaud !
Edit : Le livre est désormais disponible à la vente en ebook !
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sinamoan · 25 days
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the urge to have him pin me like that....
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ao3-crack · 7 months
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thepunchingbag · 7 months
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right in the motherfucking feels
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australet789 · 2 months
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"Alastor is a villain because he chained poor Husk 🥺"
I think you all forget THIS is the Husk that made the deal with Alastor:
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The Husk that was so careless and selfish that was gambling SOULS, to the point he gambled his own soul away to save his powers.
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obsob · 10 months
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happy and proud!!
✷(print shop)✷
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bronzeagepizzeria · 19 days
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why is ten being weepy and whiny about rose in s3 a bad thing. i like my men to be pathetically in love. it is delicious to me that losing rose scarred him so terribly in s3
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hansoeii · 7 months
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I'm very much not normal about loki and mobius right now
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anghraine · 3 months
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It's 11 PM, but one of my favorite little Darcy/Elizabeth moments happens while she still hates him and thinks he's a depraved monster, and I find it really entertaining.
It's during the Kent section, when Darcy calls at the parsonage and finds Elizabeth alone. During a longer, awkward conversation in which they both deeply misunderstand each other, they have this tiny interchange:
[Darcy:] “This seems a very comfortable house. Lady Catherine, I believe, did a great deal to it when Mr Collins first came to Hunsford.” “I believe she did—and I am sure she could not have bestowed her kindness on a more grateful object.” “Mr Collins appears very fortunate in his choice of a wife.” “Yes, indeed; his friends may well rejoice in his having met with one of the very few sensible women who would have accepted him, or have made him happy if they had. My friend has an excellent understanding—though I am not certain that I consider her marrying Mr Collins as the wisest thing she ever did."
So: they are in Mr Collins's house. Darcy tries to re-start the conversation with a polite nothing about the house. Elizabeth agrees about Lady Catherine's micro-managing, but can't resist the chance to make a sly jab at Mr Collins (who is not present) to Darcy (a genuine villain, as far as she believes).
Darcy's reply looks a bit like an attempt to redirect the conversation into safer waters (they can agree that Charlotte is cool!). But although his remark is only somewhat related to what Elizabeth said, I think it's a natural follow-up in his mind because he is also insulting Mr Collins, if more subtly.
He could have praised Mr Collins's judgment in choosing Charlotte or just said something nice about Charlotte; he doesn't. Instead, he suggests that Mr Collins's choice of Charlotte was a matter of good fortune—or chance, as Charlotte herself would say!—on Collins's part. Darcy and Elizabeth both know Collins is a fool and that his choice of a woman like Charlotte says nothing about his judgment, only about his good fortune. (Elizabeth has even better reason than Darcy to know how much Collins ending up with Charlotte was lucky for him, but Darcy can see it anyway.)
Darcy's phrasing gives him some plausible deniability, but I think he's generally quite careful with his wording and the implicit insult to Mr Collins is not accidental.
Elizabeth, I think, takes this exactly as intended. She's not at all confused about where this tangent came from or offended by it or anything. She readily seizes on the new line of conversation as encouragement to keep insulting Mr Collins and his appeal to women with functioning brainpower.
Elizabeth is pretty scrupulously polite in general, so I kind of love that she just starts venting about her absolute contempt for Mr Collins and the Collins/Charlotte marriage to Darcy in the middle of a tense and weird conversation in Mr Collins's house. And I love that Darcy, who is otherwise more or less dog-paddling his way through this conversation, is like "yeah, your friend seems really cool, that dumbass is lucky he accidentally chose someone with a brain."
Elizabeth: "Right? And, let me add-"
(Is it a bit of an asshole move on both their parts in the context of that scene? Yeah, I think a little. I also love it! Please trash-talk obnoxious hosts in their own parlours for the rest of your lives.)
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gunstellations · 3 months
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In the world I love
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In a different world
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Embarquements immédiats pour Noël de Carène Ponte
ce feel-good de Noël est un vrai bonheur. Une comédie joyeuse qui éloigne la romance traditionnelle pour offrir une bouffée d'air frais. Une narration captivante et des personnages attachants. Un vrai régal !
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oh-my-damn · 3 months
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Sleepy Orange
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Pairing: Astarion x Female!Tav/reader
Summary: You come back from a fight exhausted beyond belief. Astarion does his best to take care of you. Part of that includes peeling your orange.
Wordcount: 1300
Warnings: None. Pure, unadulterated fluff. A happy, sappy, in love Astarion (just as he deserves to always be)
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You huffed as your tired body plopped down on the bed in your tent, a groan spilling out when you land on the many pillows adorning it.
Your head lolls back as your eyes droop closed, every muscle in your body aching from your escapades today.
It had been a long one. A long and rough one. It felt like you'd been fighting for days when you finally came out victorious, but the price of winning meant that you'd been covered in blood and bruises.
One long bath later, you were finally back in your tent, lit candles scattered about, jewel-shade pillows in velvety fabrics adorning the space.
Your living accommodations had certainly become more colorful and frivolous ever since you and Astarion had decided to shack up together.
It had been an accident, at first. Your relationship had it's ups and downs, but after defeating Cazador, he finally told you how he felt. He laid himself bare for you, not just his body but his soul as well, and your heart soared at the idea that the man you fell for so recklessly finally loved you back. Even with everything the two of you had gone through.
Eventually, it came to a point where the two of you would spend every night in each others arms, either in your own tent or his. So naturally, you came to the conclusion that it would be easier if you just shared one tent. Together.
It had taken a period of adjustment, at first, but it didn't take long for both of you to find a home in your newly shared accommodations. For Astarion, an important part of his living space was that it be elegant, and comfortable – at least whatever comfortable meant to his standards. For you, it felt more lavish than anything, but after a while you started to find your own comfort in merely the thought that he loved the space. You found comfort in the thought that he felt at home, considering it had been so long since he'd felt that way.
You and Astarion aside, however, your work was still cut out for you on the fighting front. Defeating Cazador was nowhere near the end for you, even despite of Astarion now being a free – albeit still spawn – vampire, your main quest remained the same, and you were still fighting day to day to make it happen. Which is why you're currently camped out on the outskirts of Baldur's Gate, planning your next move.
Unfortunately for you and your companions, your presence in Baldur's Gate didn't exactly please everyone, which is why a group of mercenaries had cornered you earlier, prepared for a fight. They got one, but victory didn't come easily, which is why you're now achingly sore to the point of almost crying.
Your bones ache, so do your muscles, and your stomach feels empty beyond what could possibly be deemed healthy, but you're simply too tired to make any food.
You almost manage to drift off right there, in just your casual outfit on top of piles of velvet pillows, when you hear soft steps approaching, entering your tent.
You already know who it is just by the sound of his steps, how silent they are; you can tell that the only reason there's a sound at all is for your benefit, to alert you of his presence.
When he speaks, his voice is soft, laced with worry, a gentle whisper that caresses your mind, lulling you gently.
"Darling. Please tell me you're not dead."
A tired smile works its way onto your face, but your eyes remain closed as you murmur, "I'm alive."
"Thank the gods," Astarion responds, and you can just imagine the characteristic smirk on his face as he speaks, "Because if you were, I'm sure our companions wouldn't hesitate to suspect it be my doing."
You can hear him ruffling about faintly, closing the flaps to your tent to grant the two of you privacy, but your mind is already desperately slipping towards dream-state, only urged on by your body.
A beat passes before he speaks again, more quietly this time, but his voice is clearer than before despite it, which indicates he's moved closer to you.
"Have you eaten anything yet?"
You mumble something inaudible, but you manage to shake your head slowly, your eyes staying closed as you remain too tired to offer him a proper response.
He let's out a sigh, one that's steeped in worry rather than disappointment, and then you feel something cold gently brush over your cheek. His fingers.
"You need to eat, my darling. I know you're tired, but you haven't eaten all day. What can I get you?"
Your brows furrow as you shift slightly on the bed, tilting your cheek into his embrace. He cups it carefully, his cold touch soothing on your skin when his thumb caresses it.
"Mh, dunno.." Your response is barely there, but Astarion doesn't move away, his voice determined.
"I cannot in good consciousness let you sleep before you eat at least a little bit. How about fruit? An apple, perhaps?"
You grunt, your brows furrowing as your head shakes.
Astarion tuts gently at your antics, his fingers brushing over your forehead in a soothing manner, "Okay, my sweet, point taken. No apples. An orange then, would that entice you?"
You hesitate. An orange does sound absolutely perfect right now.
But then you let out a whine, "Too tired to peel it."
Astarion chuckles softly, his fingers gently sliding down the bridge of your nose as he whispers, "Don't fret, my dear."
The bed shifts again, his cool touch leaving your face, but it doesn't take long before your mind steals you away again, luring you into your dream state.
You're almost there when you feel movement again, your brows furrowing slightly as your tongue darts out to wet your dry lips.
Astarion gently slides a hand down your arm, his voice quiet, "I'm back, my love. I've got something for you, won't you indulge me in having a few bites?"
You stir at his words, settling against the pillows again, and then you feel something prod at your lips as he speaks again, "Open up for me, darling."
Your lips part, and he gently feeds you an orange slice, the taste making you hum when you bite down on it.
Astarion smiles at the tired look on your face, further peeling the orange to get more slices when you chew them.
"There we go. Tastes good, yes?"
You nod sleepily, blinking owlishly to look up at him through tired eyes. His smile widens when your eyes meet his, his adept fingers expertly peeling the orange without issue, "There she is. My little warrior."
You let out a tired chuckle at his words, parting your lips when he offers you another orange slice.
"Just a few more, darling. Then I'll let you rest."
You nod, your eyes fluttering closed again, but it doesn't deter him from feeding you the remaining orange slices as he speaks to you quietly to keep you awake.
"You were a sight for sore eyes today. I bet Gale is jealous you're not halfway to passed out in his bed right now."
You let out a snort at his words, shaking your head which makes him chuckle, "Now now, stay still, you little vixen. Eat the last of your orange."
You comply, chewing the last few bites and swallowing with a satisfied hum once you finish. His cool fingers gently caress your face, first your cheek and then down to your jaw, before you feel him lean closer. You feel his lips brush a kiss to your forehead, and then another on the tip of your nose before he whispers, "Thank you for eating. You may sleep now, my treasure."
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fanvoidkeith · 7 months
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sometimes being aroacespec is confusing. what do you mean, most people can tell the difference between platonic and romantic and sexual attraction? what do you mean people don't "choose" crushes? what do you mean that people can imagine themselves in a physical situation with someone else?? isn't dating just Friendship Plus??? hell, isn't marriage just Friendship Plus?????????
what do they mean??????????? what are feelings???? why am i so confused????????
*edit: changed "aroace" to "aroacespec", since several aromantic people felt that this was not an Aromantic Feeling. i see you, i hear you, and so i changed it to be more accurate to me personally, since i am Confused About Feelings Always
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ineed-to-sleep · 3 months
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So I've had this wip sitting in my folders for months now and decided to ressurect it to satiate the urge to draw these two again
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saintsinthecity · 1 year
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i look good! (what's so wrong with that?)
for @jacksmannequin
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