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more-than-ideas · 4 months

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Peter Turnley / love on the Seine River

#more than ideas #so many fragile things #peter turnley #river seine #paris france #love on the left bank

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postcard-from-the-past · 1 month

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Fishing on the banks of the Seine river in Paris

French vintage postcard, mailed in 1902 to Nice

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meta-holott · 1 year

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2022 Paris

#2022 #Paris #La Seine #river #left bank #blackandwhite #streetphotography #photography #original photographers #shotoniphone #iPhone #Pierre Wayser

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wolfephoto · 8 months

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Thunderstorm rolling over Paris 2023 by John Wolfe Via Flickr: A wall of rain approaches the Eiffel Tower from where the photograph is taken.

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francesco-mk · 1 year

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#paris #grandpalais #monument #bank #city #rive #beauty #seine #blackandwhite #river #mokroïé #mokroie #electronica #electropop #newwave #synthwave #orchestral #intense #immersive #davidbowie #depechemode #nineinchnails #thecure #thomyorke #trentreznor #arcadefire #davegahan #martingore #archive https://www.instagram.com/p/Cnq5an4LRs7/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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skrubu · 2 years

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View of the roue by Pekka Nikrus

#sky #cloud #banks #riverbank #seine #water #river #roue de #travel #paris #france #europe #pni #pekka nikrus #skrubu #flickr

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undr · 11 months

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Alfred Eisenstaedt. Siesta on the right bank of the river Seine, Paris, 1964

#alfred eisenstaedt #photography #vintage #black and white #street photography #art #history #vintage photography #black and white photography #paris #1960s

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harryssattelitestomper · 10 days

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Thirty, flirty and thriving in Paris (Harry Styles)

Warnings: None?

Wordcount: 640

A/N: Please someone teach me how to write dialog.

Inspired by the pictures below 😍

As the first rays of the sun painted streaks of gold across the London skyline, I stirred from my slumber, excitement coursing through my veins. Today marked the beginning of our much-anticipated travel to Paris. "Morning, lovie" Harry said quetly into the early morning.

"Morning, we really need to get up and pack, love"

"Just five more minutes." He said as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him.

"Harry, you were the one who wanted to leave the packing until this morning." My voice hardly heard since I was pressed against Harry's chest. But he heard me clearly.

"I know." Harry groaned and got up from the bed, pulling me along with him.

With a sense of purpose, we rose from our bed, our movements still lazy as we packed our suitcases. Harry, with his tousled hair and a mischievous glint in his eyes, folded his shirts with practiced precision, while I, like the messy person I am, threw most of my stuff into the suitcase.

The bedroom buzzed with anticipation as we made our final preparations. Amidst the hurry of making it in time, we still managed to steal moments of stolen glances and shared smiles, our love a silent melody that echoed in the midst of even the busiest of moments.

With our suitcases in tow, we ventured out into the front of our house, where an uber was waiting for us. Me and Harry made our way into the uber, sitting side my side. Me, still tired from the early wake-up, rested my head on Harry's shoulder (I may or may not have fallen asleep for the entirety of the ride to the airport).

At last, we arrived at the busy airport, the hum of departure lounges and the scent of jet fuel filling the air. With tickets in Harry's hand and hearts full of excitement, we boarded the flight to Paris.

As the plane soared into the boundless sky, London faded into the distance, replaced by the promise of adventure and romance that awaited us. And as we settled into our seats in first-class, Harry made me sleep again, knowing how cranky I get when I'm tired.

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Upon our arrival in Paris, we were greeted by the enchanting sights and sounds of the city. The Eiffel Tower stood tall against the azure sky, its silhouette a beacon of romance that beckoned them forth.

After settling into their charming Parisian hotel, adorned with vintage accents and overlooking the Seine, we dropped our luggage off to our room and went straight out to explore the city's culinary delights. Our first stop was a small cafe nestled in a cobblestone alley, which was almost empty.

Seated at a cozy table for two, we chatted quietly, both of us still slightly tired, and ate some flaky pastries. We lingered over cups of rich coffee, lost in conversation and the simple pleasure of being together in a city alive with possibility.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold, we finally ventured out into the bustling streets of Paris once more. Hand in hand, we strolled along the banks of the Seine, the river shimmering in the twilight like a ribbon of liquid silver.

Our evening ended in a candlelit dinner at a charming bistro tucked away in a hidden courtyard, where the air was alive with the melodies of street musicians and the scent of freshly bloomed flowers. Over glasses of velvety red wine and plates of delicious French cuisine, we laughed and shared stories.

And as we walked back to the hotel, beneath the twinkling stars, we knew that our adventure in Paris was just beginning - a journey of discovery, of love, and of the timeless magic that could only be found in the City of Love.

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A/N: I'm begging for someone to teach me how to write dialog!!

#harry styles #harry edward styles #harry styles blurb #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles fake ig #harry styles fake instagram #harry styles fake social media

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empirearchives · 3 months

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Napoleon and Water

Excerpt from the book Aaron Burr in Exile: A Pariah in Paris, 1810-1811, by Jane Merrill and John Endicott

Aaron Burr lived in Paris for 15 months, and this book goes into detail about those years living under Napoleon’s rule. This part focuses on Napoleon’s water related reforms.

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Napoleon’s fountains gave drinking water to the population, that is, children drank water, not beer. The water was free, not purchased. And the apartment would have had a separate water closet equipped with squat toilets (adopted from the Turks) and a bucket to wash it after use. Some restaurants and cafes had W.C.s, even one for ladies and one for gents. These were hooked into the sewer system that branched under each important street.

Napoleon merits points for delivering fresh water to Paris. If serving Paris with water from the d'Ourcq River by canals was not be a consummate success, Paris gained 40 new fountains, and the emperor commanded that fountains run all day (instead of a few limited hours) and that the water be free of charge.

Perhaps the most laudable of Napoleon’s policies were utilitarian city works, especially bringing clean water and sanitation to Paris. The improvements to infrastructure included new quays to prevent floods, new gutters and pavement, new aqueducts and fountains, and relocating cemeteries and slaughterhouses to the outskirts of the city. This was also a way of keeping up employment. An Austrian aristocrat in town during Napoleon’s wedding to Marie-Louise wrote his mother, in Vienna: “Nothing can give an idea of the immense projects undertaken simultaneously in Paris. The incoherence of it is incredible; one cannot imagine that the life of a single man would be enough to finish them.”

It was a tall order. Previous rulers had been aware of the problems and one big engineering initiative, a failed marvel, had been the waterworks at Marly, located on the banks of the Seine about seven miles from Paris. Louis XIV had it constructed to pump water from the river to his chateaux of Versailles and Marly. This was the machine marvel of its age, with 250 pumps that forced river water up a 500-foot rise to an aqueduct, and it was a sight Burr mentions going to see. By 1817 the “Marly machine” had deteriorated because it was made of wood, and the waterworks were abandoned.

Charles-Augustin Sainte-Beuve, the prominent 19th century literary critic, wrote that there had been “ten years of anarchy, sedition and laxity, during which no useful work had been undertaken, not a street had been cleaned, not a residence repaired nothing improved or cleansed.” Postrevolutionary Paris was at a nadir in terms of both the inadequate, disease-ridden water supply and the filthy streets, which were basically open sewers, deep with black mud and refuse.

“Napoleon,” writes Alistair Horne, “was obsessed by the water of Paris, and everything to do with it.”

Parisians had mostly been getting their water directly from the Seine or lining up at the scant pay fountains. In 1806, nineteen new wells for fountains were dug that flowed day and night and were free. Napoleon had a canal built 60 miles from the River Ourcq, ordering 500 men to dig it, while still a consul in 1801. It brought water to the Bassin de la Villette, opening in 1808. Some doubted the wisdom of having such an abundance of water—an oriental luxury that might incur moral decay. Now the supply of water for firefighting was also much improved. The canal had light boats, as Napoleon tried to make back some of the huge expenditure by licensing navigation, and a circular aqueduct from which underground conduits went to the central city. In 1810, there were still many water porters wheeling barrels through the city.

Now Napoleon attacked the problem of the Seine as a catchall for pollution. Parisians were so used to it that men swam naked in the river and a contemporary guidebook advised merely that the water of the Seine had no ill effects on foreigners so long as they drank it mixed with wine or a drop of vinegar. Thus houses on bridges were demolished and an immense push began to clean and modernize the city sewers.

As this book is about Aaron Burr, here is section about Burr taking inspiration by a new water related invention during his time in Paris:

Remarkably for someone who was very aware of his health, he never complained of the water. He did, however, take an interest in an invention to make it easier to dig a well. When the inventor of a process to make vinegar from the sap of any tree was not in his shop, Burr and a friend, “Crede”, went to see another invention: “We went then to see Mons. Cagniard, and his new invention of raising water and performing any mechanical operation. His apparatus is a screw of Archimedes turned the reverse, air, water, and quick silver. Cagniard was abroad; but we saw a model, and worked it, and got the report of a committee of the Institute on the subject. If the thing performs what is said I will apply it to give water to Charleston.”

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psikonauti · 2 months

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Alfred Eisenstaedt (American,1898-1995)

Siesta on the right bank of the river Seine, Paris, 1964

#upl #art #photography #Alfred Eisenstaedt #Paris #france

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revengemicrowave · 1 year

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So continues my attempt to not be aaaaapanic by actually posting stuff haha and feed the Lukadrien tag, my true motive

Another older doodle when I was still figuring out Luka's hair, from Zombie!AU I have all the ideas but no time to do the comic for. Ahh, the endless struggle...

Premise (completely spoiled lol) under the cut. tw: body horror, parasites/bugs, usual zombie stuff, talk of mercy killing a bitten

On a particularly warm day in April, a sudden outbreak sweeps through Paris. People turn wildly aggressive, biting and killing others - who then get back up to do the same hours later. The dead are controlled by a parasite that pupates and hatches from the face of it's host into a stunning, shimmering purple moth. It's wings extend over the face, like when Shadowmoth controls the akumas.

When the host makes a kill, the moth detaches to lay eggs in the new body and die, leaving a shambling biter with other larvae (potentially) still to hatch. However, rarely some stay in rooted to the host brain and become more intelligent, more dangerous zombie variants (like the really mushroomy clickers in Last of Us).

Luka gets seperated from Juleka and Rose on a supply run into the city, the Liberty a safe haven on the water with a small community of other boats. Has a chance run in with Adrien's group when Adrien saves him from one of the first of the more dangerous variants. Everyone is strangers in this AU, besides Luka, Juleka and Rose (and Anarka!), and Adrien, Alya, Nino and Marinette. There are other survivors, but small main group. In the group, Kagami carries a bow and insists she doesn't view the infected as human anymore. Marinette is their medic, Nino is the defender and they're trying to find Alya (who is with Chloe, driving eachother insane). I was also considering Weyham or Max or someone, make it more of a mixed group. Luka is a very reluctant zombie slayer, which is what nearly gets him killed when he first meets Adrien. He has an axe because I'm hilarious. Juleka carries a baseball bat with nails and Rose a can of mace and bugspray (which ends up being suprisingly effective). Rose the alchemist surprise-making a flamethrower, please. So, Luka joins Adrien's group and tells them there's a safe place on the Liberty, but they need to get to it and signal from shore without drawing attention. Because of the cluster of survivors on the river, the banks of the Seine are swarming with zombies, but the moths won't go in the water.

A sneak-through a building goes wrong and Luka gets bit. Marinette patches him up despite his protest about using the supplies, because he 'still shouldn't be in pain'. Kagami reminds them what a bite means, but finally softens when he jokingly tells her to look after the kids (they bond as the two most emotionally mature). The group have to say goodbye, and still in denial and shock, Adrien offers to be the one to 'take care of it'.

At first, it's assumed the bite is what turns you, as no moths have hatched and the first people killed turned after 18-24hrs. Adrien has to come to terms with leaving the guy he's falling in love with in a locked room to turn into a monster, or put him out of his misery.

But Luka doesn't turn (come on as if I'd turn favourite bluebell into a zombie and do that to Adrien) and over summer the hoardes thin as the bodies start to rot. They just need to make it to winter.

#lukadrien #miraculous ladybug #luka couffaine #adrien agreste

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 2 months

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Galileo Galilei Main Story

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

After arriving in the city in the afternoon, I let out a deep sigh.

(Even this morning, I didn't feel like I was alive.)

Just like the other day, I had another dream where someone took my life.

(Last time it was a hunter, but this time I was killed by a pureblooded vampire.)

(I guess I was really a dhampir in my dreams.)

Although the people and scenes in the two dreams were different, they had one thing in common.

(In the dream, I was despised by both humans and vampires just because I'm a dhampir.)

Even though they were dreams, fear and sadness lingered strongly in my heart, and I let out another sigh, as I had done many times before.

Then...

Vlad: "What's with the sigh, Mitsuki?"

Mitsuki: "Vlad!"

The one who greeted me was Vlad in his apron.

There was a wagon nearby loaded with flowers, and it seemed like he was doing his usual work as a florist.

Mitsuki: "Thanks for your hard work. I actually made some baked sweets. Would you like to have them with Faust and Charles?"

Vlad: "Wow, it smells nice. Thanks, I'd love to."

Vlad: "But are you okay?"

Mitsuki: "Huh?"

After handing him the sweets, Vlad looked at me and gently touched the area around my eyes with his long fingers.

Vlad: "You have dark circles. Are you not sleeping well?"

Mitsuki: "I had a nightmare. I was feeling down, so I made those sweets as a distraction."

Vlad: "I see. Just wait a moment."

With that, Vlad pulled out a bundle of purple flowers from the wagon and offered them to me.

Vlad: "They're lavender. If you put them by your pillow when you sleep, it should help you relax."

Mitsuki: "Wow, thank you. Can I really have them?"

Vlad: "Yes. I wish I could save you from the nightmares, but for now, all I can do is wish you a good night's sleep."

After parting ways with Vlad, I leaned in to smell the lavender I received.

(It smells nice. It might indeed help me sleep well.)

Feeling grateful for Vlad's thoughtfulness, I walked down the street with warm feelings.

Passerby: "Hey! Watch where you're going, kid. Don't wander around like that."

???: "S-Sorry."

I heard a guy's booming voice and a kid's gentle voice in the distance.

When I looked over, I saw a boy with golden curls and dirty clothes bowing to a passerby.

(That kid seems unsteady on his feet. I hope he's okay.)

As I watched, the boy bumped into someone again and fell afterward. Concerned, I hurried over to him.

Mitsuki: "Are you hurt?"

Curly-haired boy: "Ugh…"

The boy lifted his face, and I noticed his eyes were as clear and blue as the earth.

Curly-haired boy: "I'm thirsty."

Mitsuki: "Wait here. I'll go get you some water!"

I was about to stand up when he suddenly grabbed my skirt to stop me.

Curly-haired boy: "It's fine! I'm okay."

Mitsuki: "But you look like you're in so much pain."

Curly-haired boy: "Don't worry about me. My little sister is waiting, so I have to go."

Mitsuki: "Hey, wait!"

The boy disappeared into an alley without even turning back at the sound of my call.

As I walked along the banks of the Seine River, I couldn't stop thinking about the boy I had just encountered.

(Was I being too nosy?)

(But his clothes and shoes were so worn out.)

Even in seemingly glamorous Paris, many people were struggling with poverty and orphans.

That was the reality I learned upon arriving in the 19th century.

I was still lost in thought when I suddenly heard someone calling out.

???: "Hey, Miss."

Mitsuki: "Huh?"

???: "Would you like to go on a boat tour around Paris?"

I turned around and saw a man with a half-up hairstyle and a hat, smiling.

Drake: "For a lady like you, I'd offer some special services."

(Oh, is he a tout?)

Mitsuki: "Sorry, but I'm not really in the mood for that right now."

Drake: "Ah, I see. You do look a bit down."

The man leaned in slightly and peered into my face.

Feeling unexpectedly close, I tensed up, but the man just smiled again.

Drake: "In that case, all the more reason to hop on my boat for a change of pace."

Drake: "By the way, I'm also feeling really down today since there were no customers."

Drake: "If things stay like this, I'm afraid my boss will give me an earful later."

Mitsuki: "Hehe."

Drake: "Oh? You look even cuter when you smile. So, how about we both forget our worries and have a blast?"

(He's quite the smooth talker.)

(I feel like I'm being taken for a ride, but it sure would be a nice change of pace.)

Mitsuki: "Then, just for a while."

I couldn't help but smile along with him as I boarded the boat, following his invitation.

Mitsuki: "Wow!"

Drake: "Right?"

The boat cruised effortlessly on the Seine River, and the shimmering water under the sun, along with the breeze blowing through, felt nice.

Drake: "Feeling better now, miss?"

Mitsuki: "Yes, much better than earlier."

Drake: "Huh, so a boat ride isn't the perfect cure-all, huh?"

Mitsuki: "Oh, no! It's just a matter of my own feelings."

(Maybe it's because I had a scary dream or met that boy.)

The frustration of being in such an uncontrollable situation still lingered in my heart.

(I've been living a comfortable life back in my world and being treated well in the mansion since I came to the 19th century.)

(But that's just my luck, and it doesn't apply to everyone in this era.)

(Is there anything I can do to help?)

Lost in thought, I brushed back my hair, swaying in the wind, and my fingertips suddenly touched the scar on my forehead.

It was the scar from when someone saved my life when I was a child.

(At that time, I wanted to be someone who could also help others.)

I remember the memories I told everyone at the mansion just a few days ago and the feelings I had at that time burning deep in my heart.

(I know poking my nose at other people's business is bad, but if I meet that boy again, I'll try talking to him.)

(I have to take a step forward, starting with that.)

As my mood began to brighten, the scenery appeared even more radiant.

Then, out of nowhere, the guy suddenly handed me a bottle.

Mitsuki: "Mr. Sailor, what's this?"

Drake: "It's Drake."

Mitsuki: "Huh?"

Drake: "My name's Francis Drake, but just call me Drake, miss."

Mitsuki: "Okay, Drake. What's in this bottle?"

Drake: "A drink to lift your spirits."

Mitsuki: "What!? Drinking during the day is a bit much!"

Drake: "Haha, just kidding. Don't worry, it's just grape juice."

Drake: "Consider it a treat. Well, mine's wine, though."

He raised another bottle and grinned mischievously.

Mitsuki: "Drake, aren't you working right now?"

Drake: "Oops, so strict."

Drake: "Don't worry, I can hold my liquor. I'll make sure to get us back to shore safe and sound."

(That's not really the issue here.)

Drake: "Come on, cheers!"

He handed me the grape juice and took a sip from his wine bottle.

(He's so carefree and likable.)

(But is it okay to drink something given by someone I just met?)

The bottle smelled distinctly of grapes, with no hint of alcohol.

Drake: "Are you being cautious? There's nothing weird in it. I could take a sip to show you if you'd like."

Mitsuki: "Um, no, it's okay. I'll give it a try."

(He doesn't seem like a bad person, so it should be fine.)

Feeling guilty for my hesitation, I also took a sip from the bottle.

Mitsuki: "Mmm, delicious!"

The sweet and rich taste passed through my throat, and the lush aroma filled my nostrils.

Drake: "Glad you like it. By the way, what's your name?"

Mitsuki: "I'm Mitsuki."

Drake: "Alright then, Mitsuki. Captain Drake is here to guide you through Paris."

Drake: "Over there is the Louvre Museum or something like that. It's apparently full of amazing treasures."

Mitsuki: "Hehe. You don't sound like a tour guide."

I chuckled at his tour-guiding skills.

But as I listened to his lively stories…

(Huh?)

I was suddenly overwhelmed by drowsiness.

Drake: "Mitsuki, what's wrong?"

Mitsuki: "I'm sorry, I suddenly feel sleepy. I think it's because I haven't slept much lately."

(Oh no, this isn't good. I'm getting sleepy.)

I tried to fight the drowsiness, but my eyelids stuck together like magnets, and eventually, I fell asleep.

???: "Who asked you to bring her here?"

(Huh? Who?)

A low, quiet voice reached my ears as my consciousness drifted.

???: "Don't make that face. I did it for your own good, you know?"

???: "Being patient doesn't suit you. It might be more interesting if you move quickly."

This time, I heard another, more cheerful voice.

Both voices sounded familiar, but they were different from the voices of anyone I knew from the mansion.

Mitsuki: "Mnn…"

I slowly opened my eyes and saw several books and a dome ceiling.

Feeling a bit disoriented by the unfamiliar sight, I...

Mitsuki: "Where am I!?"

I sat up abruptly from the sofa I was sleeping on, realizing I was in an unfamiliar place.

Drake: "Oh, you're awake, little fawn."

I turned my head and saw Drake, who had been with me on the boat, smiling.

But what surprised me even more was the unexpected presence of another person beside him.

Mitsuki: "Drake, and Professor Maury?"

(Why are they together?)

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postcard-from-the-past · 2 months

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Fishers on the banks of the Seine river in Paris

French vintage postcard

#postkaart #river #fishers #carte postale #french #briefkaart #seine #paris #old #sepia #postkarte #vintage #postal #photography #banks #ephemera #postcard #tarjeta #photo #ansichtskarte #historic

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reccyls · 8 months

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Drake's Election 2023 story - I'm addicted to his XXX

This is a pretty fun story, good to get an idea of his character. It doesn't contain big spoilers for his route (basically they'll really only be spoilers if you know what to look for already) but it gives some idea of his personality.

I have gone a little loose with this translation to make the sentences flow a bit more naturally. I also use the name Mitsuki for the MC, after the 'canon' name chosen for the manga.

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...If I were a vampire, perhaps this is how we would have met. An encounter that makes me want him more and more, as if spiraling into addiction--

Drake: Now, come here, little deer. As promised, my blood is yours.

On a moonless night, standing by the deserted banks of the Seine, Drake tilted his head to the side, baring his neck as if in invitation.

(...This relationship... it isn't right.)

My first encounter with the man standing before me with his neck exposed--with Drake--was a few months ago...

That day, I'd been out in town when I was suddenly overcome with an overwhelming bloodlust. Drake had called out to me, asking if I was alright... ...But I ended up drinking his blood. And yet, he who should have been the victim in that situation looked at me without fear, and said something completely unexpected.

Drake: ...Next week, come to the Seine. If you get on my boat, I'll let you have my blood. Drake: You've always held yourself back from drinking directly from people until now, haven't you? Drake: If you accept my terms, you can drink from me as much as you want.

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He had laughed and said he had made that deal because he wanted customers, since he was a sailor who offered boat rides along the Seine. But I don't know the real reason he offered. Regardless, that's how our relationship began, and it's still going on now.

Drake: Come on, what's the matter?

I caught a glimpse of the old bitemarks I left on his neck, still visible even now. My throat felt dry as I swallowed.

(No, stop... If I keep staring at the marks, I won't be able to hold myself back.) (Lately, the only thing I've been drinking is Drake's blood...)

Since I began drinking Drake's blood, I slowly lost my ability to drink Rouge. And yet, my hunger for blood seemed to grow stronger and stronger in response.

Mitsuki: I... We can't keep doing this anymore. It's like I'm just using you as a food source...

Drake: ...

Mitsuki: There's a replacement for blood I can drink, it's called Blanc--

I pulled a small bottle of Blanc from my purse, but Drake swiped it from my hand and flung it into the river.

Mitsuki: Drake! Why did you--

Before I could finish speaking, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close.

Drake: Something like that can't satisfy you anymore, am I wrong? Drake: Be honest with me, Mitsuki. Say you want me.

(I...)

Drake's bare skin right in front of my eyes, his warmth, his scent... Every part of him was an invitation.

(No, I- I can't hold back anymore...)

The hunger I'd been suppressing overwhelmed my restraint, and I sank my fangs into the curve of his neck.

Drake: Ah... Hah...

(This flavor... Drake's flavor...)

His tantalizingly sweet blood quenched the ache in my throat, his ragged breaths in my ear sent my pulse racing.

Drake: Hey, have you realized yet? Your fangs are more honest than you are. Drake: They're saying, "Give me more"... Begging for what your instincts crave.

(Is this instinct? Is that what's pulling me towards Drake...?) (This isn't just sating hunger. It's as if he's satisfying my entire being, body and heart.)

Have I fallen for Drake?

Drake: Nn... Haha-- You're feeding so desperately. What would you do without me...?

Mitsuki: If... If you weren't here, I--

Drake: Heh... That look on your face, you're completely addicted to me, aren't you? Drake: ...Might as well give you that last little push.

An animalistic light gleamed in his aquamarine eyes. And then--

Mitsuki: Nn-- Ahhh...!?

A sharp pain pierced through my neck- Drake had bitten me.

(No... Drake is... he's a vampire too?)

Bitten for the first time, a surge of pleasure beyond anything I'd ever experienced before ran through my entire body. If Drake's arms hadn't been supporting me, I would have collapsed from the waves of sheer sensation flooding through me.

Mitsuki: Drake--ahh... why....?

Drake: Hah... Haha. Mm... I knew you were a vampire from the very beginning. That's why I called out to you that time. Drake: I thought you'd make a fun plaything.

Mitsuki: Plaything...?

Drake: To let you drink from me, until you were completely addicted to me. Drake: I don't really like vampires much, you see.

(Wait, so- so he's not a vampire? But, more importantly...)

The thought that I'd just been dancing in the palm of his hand from the very beginning made my heart ache. However--Drake's intense eyes kept looking straight at me.

Drake: ...It's all just a game. But it'd be a shame to end things so soon, don't you think? Drake: So this time, let me satisfy my fangs with your body.

(...It doesn't matter. Nothing matters anymore. I want Drake, I need him-)

I didn't know what he was thinking, what he was feeling. But we sought each other out anyway. As if succumbing to our basest instincts.

#ikemen vampire #drake (ikevamp)#my translation

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woundgallery · 4 months

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Louise Bourgeois, from Album, 1994

"This 1994 autobiographical work, titled “Album,” is comprised of old family photographs along with texts by the artist. It is based on a slideshow-format film Bourgeois created in 1983 titled “Partial Recall.” This film was presented in the lobby of The Museum of Modern Art, New York in conjunction with the artist’s 1982–1983 retrospective there. Many of the images in that film appear in “Album,” and much of the book's text comes from the film's voice-over narration by the artist.

“Album” documents aspects of Bourgeois’s early life. The artist, born in 1911, had two siblings: an older sister called Henriette, and a younger brother, Pierre. Until she was six years old, the family lived in Choisy-le-Roi, France in a large home that accommodated the family’s tapestry restoration business, near the River Seine. When World War I broke out, her father enlisted. His wife visited him at various encampments with the young Louise in tow. After the war, the family moved to Antony on the banks of the Bièvre River. They chose their homes with proximity to rivers since the water was important to the process of tapestry restoration. In the early twenties, an English tutor named Sadie Gordon Richmond was hired for the children, but also became the father’s mistress. She stayed in the house for ten years, causing Bourgeois great distress and memories that lasted a lifetime."

-- MoMA

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Henry Ossawa Tanner - The Seine (ca. 1902)

Painted 11 years after Henry Ossawa Tanner first settled in Paris in 1891, this rapidly executed plein-air oil sketch is one of the artist’s rare depictions of the French capital. Topographically accurate, the view is from the right bank of the Seine looking west toward the twin towers of the Palais du Trocadero, the ornate convention center erected for the 1878 Exposition Universelle. A diffuse, hazy light fills the scene, which is devoid of human activity save for a solitary figure at the lower right. Utilizing short, loose brushstrokes laden with paint, Tanner captured the scattered reflections of light across both river and sky.

Art historian John Wilmerding observed that The Seine is surprisingly modern when compared with the majority of Tanner’s works, noting that “the soft colors and gauzy silhouettes, the open expanse of water and sky, and the high horizon serving to flatten the spatial recession are all Whistlerian in character.” Perhaps intended as a memento for a friend in Philadelphia, The Seine was an impromptu study and not destined for exhibition. Though small, this exceptionally evocative painting possesses some of the mood and mystery characteristic of the artist’s better-known religious subjects. (source)

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