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crimsonfluidessence · 7 months

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Prompt 26: Last

Content Warning: Mention of beheading, lack of eating

Esredes had been acting strangely since he came into the office later in the morning. The Tribunal had called him for a session in the morning, and while he normally at least greeted his team's coworkers if they were in, he didn't acknowledge them at all. Magdelaine and Alvere had both tried to say hello to him at different points, but he only muttered back a hi and left the room.

Now that he was back to his office, he only relaxed a little in the comfort of it. He took out today's newspaper and instead of setting it on the side of his desk, he threw it directly into the trash, and got to work. And unlike what happened at the Tribunal, he randomly emerged from his office at multiple points to go down and across the hall, telling Heilyn and Ferrant both he appreciated them a lot and what they did for him.

To top it off, when lunch hour came, he didn't re-emerge from his office. This prompted Heilyn to check in on him. He came in and put a half sandwich and bowl of soup on his desk. "Hey." He said. "It's fine if you don't want to come eat in the breakroom, but at least eat while you're doing it. Esredes looked up at Heilyn, then at the food, and winced a little. "I'm feeling a persistent sense of nausea today." He offered. "Can't eat. Not feeling it." Heilyn's look grew concerned. He closed the door to the office and pulled up a chair. "Hey, wanna talk about it? I don't keep up with the news, learn most of it from folks at the workshop chattering away while doing their crafts. Clearly something's got you though and... I can go, we talk, or I can just stay and keep you company so you're not alone. Take your pick." "Mmm." Esredes said, finally sighing. "So you didn't read the newspaper." Heilyn shook his head. "Nah, fell out of the practice in Ul'dah. Too depressing in a city of greedy money-lovers as a low-income house. Learned what I needed to about local events in the market, and little Ala always brought home the good stories." Usually Esredes skimmed through the newspaper, but today, front and center as the headliner, they had elected to print about a recent execution. An infamous and highly wanted for years criminal had finally met his end by the sword, and the paper discussed how joyous of an occasion it was, and how the streets were now safer. "My appetite went away." He said. "Can't eat. Waiting for it to come back. When it does, I'll eat." Heilyn's ear twitched. There was silence for a moment. "Hey, if you need to miss the party this evening, that's okay. Just know that you are supported. No matter what happened, I'm going to have your back. Just make sure you are taking care of yourself, alright?" "The...? Oh gods. I forgot about the party." Fuck. "No, no, I'm not skipping it or anything. I just won't eat."

The building's custodian was retiring, and Ferrant arranged for a going away party near the end of the workday. Esredes wouldn't miss it for anything- keeping two rooms clean for him, especially the blue room, was not an easy task, and he was forever grateful for it. So when four rolled around, he stopped working and joined his coworkers in the break room. There was cake, and he still didn't touch it, but he smiled and put on an upbeat demeanor, continuing his thankful and appreciative words from earlier with everyone else as they thanked a beloved employee for his work and wished him well in retirement.

When the workday ended, Esredes didn't immediately have plans. Usually that was a blessing for him to go home, but he didn't want to, not today. Instead, he immediately linkpearled around his friends, taking care to avoid anyone who was in any way part of the military before the war ended, to see who was available to go out as he changed out of his work clothes in the bathroom. While putting his work clothes back in his bag, he came across his badge for the Sky Vigil, which was always on him somewhere just in case Temple Knights tried to stop him. More specifically, he came across the back of it, which listed if he could donate blood and his next of kin, Seraphiaux Rosemond. And then he covered it with his work shirt.

Fortunately for himself, several friends responded to his call and agreed to come with him to one of those Empyreum startup bars. At the bar, the same question came up when others ordered food with their drinks and he didn't: are you going to have anything, Esredes? But he shook his head and said he wasn't hungry. His appetite might just rival his neck for the most fragile part of his body. Like he had done with his coworkers earlier, he told all of his friends who came he appreciated them. Some of them found it a little odd, others hugged him or squeed his name in joy in response. The night went on and on as the group chattered, about everything going on in their lives. Weddings, getting engaged, new job or life opportunities, children for the couple people in the group who had them, and what they were doing for Valentione's Day. He came in and out of the conversation, but it seemed the group noticed he was off. They kept asking his opinion on things, they turned the conversation to him on multiple points, they teased him in good faith and he retaliated with even more teasing. By the end of the outing, he had managed to steal a few pieces of an appetizer that no one stopped him from taking.

It was late when he said goodbye and went home. Esredes did some brief candlelight reading in bed, then drew the covers over himself. As he'd calculated, he was tired enough to pass out without thinking too much, and for a small mercy, he didn't have nightmares. In the morning, he would wake up, and send a silent thank you- to what he didn't know, but he did- as he rose and got ready for work. Some days were harder than others to get out of bed, but today he felt exceptionally light. He didn't linger in bed at all, instead springing right up. Today was a new day, and he'd rise to face it for whatever it was.

#in action #writing #ffxivwrite2023 #heilyn #magdelaine #alvere #ferrant #alastor

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mod-ibuki · 2 years

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I saw the news of a gay couple getting married because of an lgbt accepting church and I'm so happy >:DDDDDD Happy McFLIPPING PRIDE MOOOOOONTH

W to that church HAPPY PRIIDE MONTHTHTHRHGBDBD

#Yahoo!#mira-magdelaine :D

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the-daily-male · 7 months

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Today's daily male is the Bigfin Squid from Real Life!

for @mira-magdelaine

#daily male #bigfin squid #bigfin reef squid #squid #ocean life #men #masculinity #mod howl #another incredible boy for the service #he looks kinda like the elbow squid <33

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princepotatosack · 2 years

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Since Guinevere is coming soon i compiled a list of MC name ideas and insipration for those who do not have 18 GB of name research on their flash drives. It is mostly old Welsh names from the 900s-1100s and Welsh mythology. I also threw in some medieval/literary French and English names for #flavor (and also because even though arthur is Welsh in origin, Arthurian legend is so heavily influenced by Anglo-Norman poetry and French chansons de geste). I excluded all names that (to my limited knowledge) already appear in Athurian tradition bc I'm expecting some of those characters to show up in the book lol. If you have any questions you can drop an ask in my box, I always love playing reference librarian :-)

Adelinde/Adeliza

Adwen/Adwenna

Aelis/Aelys

Alais

Alianore/Alienor/Eleanor/Elinor

Aliette

Amabel

Angharad

Annest

Anwen

Arddun

Arianell

Arianwen

Arwen/Arwenna

Branwen/Bronwen

Briallen

Celeinion

Ceridwen

Carys/Cerys

Clarimond/Claremond

Cordelia

Eirianwen

Eirwen

Eirys

Esyllt

Generys

Griseldis

Gwendolen

Gwenfair

Gwenllian

Gwyneth

Heloise

Hildegarde

Idony

Innogen

Isabeau/Ysabeau

Lilwen

Lyneth

Lynwen

Madalinde/Magdelaine

Margred

Melangell

Meleri

Melisent

Melusine

Morwenna

Muriel

Olwen/Olwenna

Petronella/Petronilla

Rhiannon

Rhianwen

Rhonwen

Rosamond/Rosamund

Rowenna

Tanwen

Tegeirian

#i made this cause ik im going to see 100000 mcs named esmeralda or some game a throne name and its gonna make me want to ***#playchoices #choices guinevere #guinevere choices #guinevere

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squaretablehold · 2 years

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more WIPs! Cause I'm TIRED!! Who knows if I'll finish painting this, but I think it would be funny if pre-moghwyn Varré was like, middle of the road fucked up in relation to the other war surgeons, so I made ocs and headcanons to commit to the bit

left to right Rowen, Juzan, Magdelaine the surgeon general, Varré, Rosalie, Bruce, and Elle Hasselti

More info about them coming soon as I chip away at setting up this blog

#elden ring oc #varre #varré #white mask varre #white faced varre #too many tags varre #ask me about them #send starters #my brain refuses to commit to anything #unless I receive external validation bc adhd is ridiculous #my art

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conjuremanj · 1 year

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Haitian Vodou Spirit Nations.

Rada: if your wondering, What exactly are the Rada spirits? We'll in Vodou, the Lwa (spirits) are divided within different groups and categories. In Vodou, there are several groups and nations as well as in our own lives. Rada the group is white and white is greeted first in ceremony . At the beginning of every Vodou ceremony the first greeting is sent to the Outor (drum). Next, we greet Gran Ximenez (the path that leads to the spirit world) and then we greet Legba, the Lwa (spirit) who opens the door. The list below you’ll find several of the most popular Rada spirits:

Spirits: Legba (Saint Lazarre), Saint Comos and Damian, Saint Philomene, Jean Danto, (Couzin) Saint Isidor, Agwe, La Sirene, Erzulie Freda, Saint Joseph, Ayizan, Saint Patrick, Lovana, Manze Marie, Saint Clair, Dereyale, Nation Congo, Nation Ibo, Granne Adelayi, Bossou, Saint Michael, Saint Germaine/Cousine, Toro, Farho Jean, Outo, Granne Halouba, Grand Chemin, Three Ladies of Egypt, Cimetiere, Carrefour, Grand Bois, Simbi Macaya, Bossou 3 Cone, Marinette, Zila, Ti Zantor, Ti Quita, Gade Anminan, Erzulie Mapiangue, Erzulie Balianne, Erzulie Yeux Rouge, Erzulie La Flambeau, Erzulie Wangol.

Nago: is the nation of warriors and fighters. Some are at war and others fought for what they believed in until the end. In the regleman guinen (this is the specific order that the Lwa are sung to during a Haitian Vodou ceremony) once you have finished saluting the Lwa Kouzin, the Lwa Ossenye is the first of the Nago nation to be saluted, then the others next.

Spirits: Jacques, Ogou Johnson, Nago, Saint George, Ogou Balendjio, Ogou Balize, Ogou Badagri, Jean Paul Nago, Brize, Ogou Ge Rouge, Joseph Danger.

Petro: is the nation of fast, hyper, rigid, aggressive, and powerful (in their own way) spirits. They fight for what they believe in and they don’t do politics; they don’t joke around – they stand their ground. The Petro spirits are the ones who gave Haiti its independence in 1804. The main spirit in charge of that revolution was Maitress Erzulie Dantor.

Spirits: Grand Chemin, Legba Nan Petro, Marassa Petro, Danbalah La Flambeau, Cimetiere, Carrefour, Gran Bois, Simbi Macaya / Andezo, Bossou 3 Cone, Tijean Dantor / Jean Petro, St. Joan of Arc / Marinette, Zila, Anmino, Gade Anminan / Gade Andezo, Erzulie Dantor, Erzulie Mapiangue, Erzulie Balianne, Erzulie Yeux Rouge, Erzulie Wangol

Gede Nago: The Guede are a nation of warriors and fighters. In the regleman guinen (this is the specific order that the Lwa are sung to during a Haitian Vodou ceremony) once you have finished saluting the Lwa Kouzin, the Lwa Ossenye is the first of the Nago nation to be saluted, then come the others one after one.

Spirits: Saint Benito, Baron La Croix, Baron Cimetiere, Baron Criminel, Jean Simon Brutus, Jean Zombi, Joumalonge, Brave Gede, Saint Barbara, Saint Gerard Gede Nibo, Saint Pellegrine, Saint Charles, Saint Andre, Saint Martin de Poor, Saint Magdelaine.

#Vodou nation #Lwa Spirits #Vodou Lwa #Nations of Vodou #Voodoo #Spiritual #like and/or reblog!#subscribe #Spirits

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candm-brittany-2023 · 1 year

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We walked back to the boat and washed all the muck off and filled up with water at the same time.

We rang the éclusier to let them know what time we wanted to go through the lock in the morning. We asked her about booking a berth in La Magdelaine, our destination tomorrow. We asked for a number and she said we could sort it when we go through the lock in the morning.

10 minutes later, the lady éclusier was standing by the boat. She had the phone number and rang La Magdelaine for us confirming there was space. We have found the service of the éclusiers outstanding. Nothing seems to be too much trouble.

We have seen very few boats moving on the canal. The éclusier at our last lock had told us that we were about the 10th boat through this season. That’s one every other day - going north or south. When we arrived here, about 30minutes later, to our surprise, a small double barge arrived.

Strange thing. Two boats literally strapped together. Later in a British 40ft sailing cruiser without its mast came through going north. Today a French barge turned up. That’s 3 in 3 days! It’s getting crowded!

Around 7.00ish we walked a mile up the canal to look at the very low bridge. It looks a bit low even for when the arch is down. Well, we’ll see tomorrow.

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kuraitsune · 1 year

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TRAiN TO 200 FLLWRS MASTERLiST

STATUS - ...closed, working on all prompts atm!

iNFO - ...you're on the night train where all dreams go, where will this go for you today? here, you will be able to let your dreams turn to reality. just by the simple ask! whatever you request, i will try to provide it to the best of my abilities.

DiSCLAiMERS - in no way am i a professional writer, i just like english lol. please know that these writings are a work of fiction and are the appearance and persona of the character! not the person behind the screen.

TRAiN TO 200 FLLWRS EVENT PAGE

CURRENT PROMPTS iN WRiTiNG

7. "I could stare at you forever" "Creep" w/Luca & Ike | requested by 🐰 anon 11. "Sleeping with each other after one of you had a nightmare" w/Luca & Ike | requested by 🐰 anon

27. "Cheering on your S/O at one of their games" w/Basketball Player!Luca | requested by misseskaneshiro

7. "I could stare at you forever" "Creep" w/Shu | requested by 🫧 anon

20. "Streaming a cute couples' activity" w/Ike | requested by anon

19. "...Sorry, I talked too much "No no no not at all. Keep talking" w/Mysta | requested by anon 29. "Get on my shoulders‚ you'll see better" w/Mysta | requested by mira-magdelaine

11. "Sleeping with each other after one of you had a nightmare" w/Vox | requested by rosemissparklytoenails

#kura writings | 🦜#🌌 | night train to 200 followers event

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valkyries-things · 15 days

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MARIA MAGDELAINE MOURON // SOLDIER

“She was a French soldier. She served in the French army disguised as a male from 1690 until 1696. She served under the Duke of Noailles in Catalonia and participated in the Siege of Rosas in 1693. Her biological gender was exposed after she was forced to seek medical attention after winning a duel with a male comrade. In March 1696, she was arrested accused of desertion, during which her story was documented.”

#female history #war history

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elizabethskipp · 1 month

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1657–1701 Marie De Cartigny

10th great-grandmother Marie de Cartigny was born in 1657 in La Haucourt, Asine, Picardie, France to Marie Lieurad and Samuel De Cartigny. Moÿ-de-l’Aisne, FranceSaint-Quentin, France Children Males Jacob Gouthiere 1684–1758 Daniel Gouthiere 1691–1743 Isaac Gouthiere ?–? Females Martha Gouthiere 1680–? Marie Gouthiere 1680–? Magdelaine Gouthiere 1685–1763 Marie married Jacob Gouthiere…

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#de Cartigny #France

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crimsonfluidessence · 8 months

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Prompt 2: Bark

Esredes was at peace inside the Tribunal.

That, of course, was a relative term. He was inside his team’s common room, which was the only place Esredes felt relatively at peace within this evil building, looking over case files before his next counseling appointment.

He didn’t have access to the break room, so he usually holed himself up in here if he didn’t go back to his normal office. It was a nice little space usually quiet to take notes in.

That is, unless the door opened, as it did just now. Esredes looked up- it was always s coin toss as if it was going to be another Inquisitor inquiring after the team or sometimes even him, or one of the team members.

The coin landed on the latter this time, as Alvere entered. Alvere was… a lot. His newest coworker, that is, since months ago, who originally Esredes detested the addition of as he was one of many who tried to destroy him. Fortunately for Esredes, though, trying to pursue him made Alvere’s life fall apart, and opened up emotional wounds for Esredes to insert himself into. Nowadays Alvere was a lot more stable and placated, and very handy for when another Inquisitor went after Esredes.

“Alvere.” Esredes greeted. “How’s work.” The Black Wolf of Ishgard- at least, that was the moniker Alvere used when he entered the Armistice Day tournament and proceeded to win while Esredes lost to his own commander in the first round- woe was him for giving Kainen all that time to memorize his fighting style- Alvere looked right at Esredes and walked further into the room, towards the chair opposite the one Esredes was in, and stood beside it. “Fine.” Alvere said in his raspy, broken voice of usual. Then he pulled a puppy from out of his pocket. He… did this a lot. Esredes blinked at the puppy. “Need you to watch. Have to go. Back in half an hour.”

“Wait-“ Esredes said. Alvere looked at him. “Is there a problem?” Esredes found himself unable to respond. This… was not the first time Alvere asked him to look after his puppy, so he couldn’t use that excuse. And his next appointment was in forty-five. So Esredes fixed his eyes on her instead. “…Just please be back quick.” “Thank you. Back soon.” Alvere set Cherie down on the chair and left.

She stared at Esredes, with that unblinking, murderous stare he was used to by now. Esredes narrowed his eyes and stared back at her. He still remembered clearly the day Alvere came back with her. She had been abandoned under a bench, apparently, and it did not take long to figure out why. Esredes’ first attempt to pet her ended in her biting his finger hard enough it bled. And she had stared at him with murderous intent ever since. Like father like daughter, since drunk Alvere also recently bit his finger.

“Listen, you.” Esredes said towards the puppy. “You’re going to stay right there. And I am going to stay right here. And neither of us will move. Okay?” Cherie stared back at him, unmoving. Something was wrong with that dog. And he was afraid to find out what she was like when she was fully grown. He was convinced she would turn out to be some kind of half wolf hunting dog and be gigantic and even more bloodthirsty. Esredes pointed a pen at her. “That’s right. Good girl. Stay. Stay.”

She stared back.

For the next twenty minutes, Esredes never took his eyes off her for very long. He continued reviewing files, but he peered up at her every thirty seconds. She never took his eyes off him, but she never moved either.

Maybe she somehow understood his proposal of truce. Or maybe she was waiting for him to move to strike. He had no way to know, and so he didn’t risk it. He wanted all of his fingers intact.

But then at the twenty one minute mark, the door opened. Esredes turned his head, expecting Alvere to be back- and instead found his eyes taking in an entirely different set of black Inquisitor robes.

Esredes blinked. He vaguely recognized this one. The moniker was the Night’s Wolf or something like that- Inquisitors always opted for gods-damned wolves. They really challenged Esredes’ own lack of creativity.

He was tall and imposing, towering over Esredes like many did and regarding him with soulless white eyes. As eye contact was made, Esredes smiled and stood up, pulling the binder to his chest and bowing.

“Good afternoon, Inquisitor.” Esredes greeted in that secretary voice he used whenever another Inquisitor walked in. “Welcome to the Anti-corruption division’s headquarters. If you have a message to pass on to someone, I could take or deliver it.” The Inquisitor stared at Esredes for a long moment, saying nothing. His face was heavily scarred- they should have finished the job- and he looked as if he could rip Esredes in half. At least right now, not if he revealed his true form. The man clicked his tongue and worked his jaw. “I’m here to deliver a message to you, Rosemond.” The man said in a gruff, deep, cold voice. Oh no. Here we went again. Esredes brushed a hand through his hair, a thumb flicking on his linkpearl and connecting it to Inquisitor Magdelaine’s. “Ah, you have a message for me, Inquisitor?” Esredes continued on, tilting his head. “Do you have a prisoner you’d like me to see who has been left behind by the system?” The man practically howled with laughter. “No,” he said after a long moment. “But you’ve a good sense of humor, Rosemond.” His surname was laced with pure venom on the man’s teeth. He leaned down, those predatory, frozen eyes boring into Esredes as he spoke next. “Do you and the rest of your… beastly kin use said humor to take more of Halone’s children into your corruption?” Esredes’ fiery eyes held the Inquisitor’s gaze. They stared back at the blizzard with a wildfire. This was how beasts communicated, after all. It was all about dominance, and he wasn’t backing down. “Not usually, Inquisitor.” He offered back, his smile only widening a little. He was too used to this. Inquisitors tried this all the time. What did they even think they got out of it? He never understood. “It’s not usually humorous to be on the run from extermination. T’would be in poor taste, don’t you think?” The Inquisitor smiled more, as if trying to mimic Esredes. He smiled in such a way it was as if he thought his teeth were sharper than they were. “Mayhaps so.” He offered. He leaned in even further towards Esredes. “There is much to consider poor taste in this day and age. Such as your continued position here.” “My continued position where, exactly, Inquisitor?”

The Inquisitor didn’t answer immediately. Where was a wolf plush toy when you needed it? Esredes waited a long moment, then spoke. “If you’ve an issue with my employment, please take it up with the High Inquisitor.” He said. “Last I heard, the High Inquisitor was unable to stay at his office?” “You may also take it up with any of his subordinates.” Esredes said. “Though you may want to stay a little further back. They prefer a little more space.” The Inquisitor laughed again. “Shame a man like you is so full of humor,” he remarked. “What a waste. And how will they explain how you crawled your way into their ears? You defy all will, Rosemond. Surely they know your true nature. Surely,” he leaned in even closer, mere inches from Esredes’ face, lips drawn back like a snarl. “It wouldn’t be that hard for any of them to address it appropriately.”

Esredes kept staring, suppressing three layers of reaction at once. The most instant was to punch him in the face. The intermediate was to transform. And the distant urge was to transform and rip him apart, tearing away each inch of flesh long past when he stopped moving. But just as he contemplated an appropriate response, there was a loud noise from behind both of them.

Followed by another, and another. Cherie was barking, quite persistently. It made the Inquisitor draw back with a confused look, turning sharply to face her. “….Whose dog is that?” “Oh, that’s Inquisitor Travanchet’s dog.” He said. “She was raised by a wolf, so I think she recognizes other ones in her presence.” Never mind that Esredes had gotten too drunk recently to remember Alvere decked him for comparing him to an animal. He wasn’t here. He just grinned. Cherie’s murderous gaze was fixated on the Inquisitor now as she kept barking. “And word of wisdom, she bit me when I first held her. So… you may not want to get on her bad side.”

The Inquisitor stared at the puppy for a long moment. She did not stop barking, and was also growling between. “…I see.” He finally said. “Travanchet has… interesting choices. Well. I think I have accomplished as I needed to here. Until next time, Rosemond.”

It was not until he shut the door that she quieted. Esredes looked to her. She looked to him with a blank stare.

“…Thank you.” Esredes said. “Wait,” he dug around in his belt pouch and procured a small piece of jerky, holding it out. Cautiously. “Who’s a good little girl?” Her tail slowly began to wag and she hopped off the chair, trotting over and lapping up the jerky. Esredes couldn’t help but smile. “Maybe you’re not so bad after all, Little Miss Bloodlust.” He remarked. “Are we… okay, this time?” Cherie just gave a little yap in response and stared at him. Her tail kept wagging.

"Oh, my…” came the voice over the pearl. “Are you alright, dearie, should I send for someone?" “No, no, I’m fine, he’s gone. Cherie scared him off- uh, I don’t know if you’ve met Alvere’s puppy yet, but. All is normal here.” “…Regardless, it seems you and Cherie are getting along quite well today!" Esredes chuckled lightly. “Maybe we are, Maggie. Maybe we are…”

#writing #ffxivwrite2023 #alvere #cherie #magdelaine #kainen #alphinoix #screenshots #work attire

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learnthingsfr · 3 months

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twistingtreeancestry · 4 months

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I partially translated a French record from 1711, and I'm proud AF.

A top contributor in one of my genealogical groups on Facebook posted a baptismal record image yesterday. I saw it this morning, and the name rang a bell. I checked my tree on FamilyEcho and, sure enough, I have an 8th great-aunt named Marguerite Brun. I have no personal information about her, only basic familial information.

Image Description: A wooden easel pad stands in the center with an unlined notepad flipped open and draped over it. The title is "What I Do Know" highlighted in violet-red, followed by a list of relatives of Marguerite Brun highlighted in deep mauve.

Mother: Marie Anne Pellerin; Father: Abraham Brun; Maternal Grandmother: Jeanne Savoie; Maternal Grandfather: Etienne Pellerin; Sisters: Marie Madeleine Brun, Marie Josephe Brun, Marie Anne Brun; Brothers: Charles Brun, Joseph Brun; Maternal Stepfather: Laurent Doucet Sr.; Maternal Step-sisters: Marguerite (Doucet) Breau; Maternal Step-brothers: Michel Laurent Doucet, Laurent Doucet Jr.

Image from BeFunky stock images. Edited by Keekee Smith with BeFunky.

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The baptismal record could be about my 8th great-aunt, but for the sake of certainty, I need to translate the record. The issue is that I haven't spoken, read, or written French in 15+ years and instead began attempting to learn Spanish. I wasn't confident in my ability to translate this, especially since the handwriting of old is notoriously challenging to read anyway.

Thankfully, my experience with reading old, handwritten records and my rusty French pulled through to help me transcribe/translate nearly half of the document. I'm confident of the bulk of the translations, but I'm definitely unsure of a few.

At any rate, I'm proud of myself for what I accomplished with this document, and it helps me to feel more connected to my language, culture, and roots.

Image Description: A document page with faded lines and cursive handwriting in black ink. "1711" and "Marguerite Brun" are scrawled in the left margin. The main body of the document details a baptismal record written in French. The document was signed at the bottom by two individuals.

Image provided by J. D.

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1711 - Marguerite Brun The 9th of January 1711 __ __ __ __ (fruits?) __ __ has(?) Port Royal __ baptise with __ ce- remonies __ __ __ __ cha- pel of St Laurent of haut de la Riviere __ __ __ __ Port Royal __ __ __ Mar- guerite Brun __ __ girl(daughter?) of Abra- ham Brun and Marie Pellerin __- __ __. __ __ __ __ godfather Pierre LeBlanc __ __ godmother Magdelaine Pellerin __ of Pierre __ __ __ __ __ __ __ the __ __ the __ __ __ __ __ __. The godfather and the godmother __ declare(?) __ __ __. F. Justi(__) Duraud(?) __ __

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pimpernals · 2 years

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ROXANNE.

GENERAL.

NAME magdelaine robin

ALIASES roxanne

AGE twenty

BIRTHDATE 04 . 06 . 1620

GENDER female

SEXUALITY grayace

STATUS single / engaged / married / widowed

ETHNICITY white

NATIONALITY french

BIRTHPLACE fontainebleau, france

RESIDENCE paris, france

OCCUPATION none

PHYSICAL.

HEIGHT 5’8”

WEIGHT 128 lbs

BODY TYPE curvy

SKIN TONE pale

HAIRSTYLE curly

HAIR COLOR red

EYE COLOR hazel

SCARS none

FACECLAIM haley bennett

PERSONALITY.

POSITIVE kind, sweet, romantic, witty, enthusiastic, festive

NEGATIVE vain, proud, unfocused, disorganized, overly optimistic, restless

HABITS nose wrinkles when she laughs

HOBBIES reading, writing, attending the theater

FAMILY.

FATHER bernarde chapdelaine

MOTHER cecile chapdelaine, marie (duenna/mother figure)

SISTER none

BROTHER none

SIGNIFICANT OTHER christain de neuvillette (husband), cyrano de bergerac (true love)

SON none

DAUGHTER none

EXTRA.

MBTI enfp

ENNEAGRAM xxx

ALIGNMENT xxx

HISTORY.

— THE DAUGHTER OF A LITERATURE PROFESSOR AND THE DAUGHTER OF A PRESTIGIOUS FAMILY, roxanne enjoyed a comfortable childhood. she memorized shakespeare’s sonnets, was showered with various love stories, learned what throbbed people’s hearts. roxanne would meet her best friend when he came to borrow a book from her father and found her in the library reading it. she refused to give it to him until she finished. and they were friends ever since. but france was at war all of her life and during a time of war, people needed to make sacrifices. roxanne lost her father in the war. later, she would stumble upon the letters he wrote home to her mother, studying his elegant prose. her mother moved them to paris. cyrano would follow shortly after - she was never too far from her friend. roxanne fell in love with paris. with its art and literature and love, love above all. roxanne made another sacrifice when her mother succumbed to fever. roxanne found her funds low - lower than what her mother said they were - and an orphan. she still had her nursemaid, marie, who was a close friend of her mother and promised to not leave roxanne. marie took it upon herself to find a suitable husband for roxanne, but she was more interested in finding love.

— AND LOVE SHE FOUND IN THE EYES OF A SOLDIER NAMED CHRISTIAN, it was love at first sight. upon learning he was in the same regiment as cyrano, she asked him to look after christian and arranged a meeting for them. a few nights later, she received her first letter from him. roxanne devoured every word. the duke de guiche proposes to her. roxanne was hesitant. she convinces him to leave cyrano and christian’s regiment at home to protect christian’s life. when roxanne meets with christian in person, his prose fails to impress her and he accidentally offends her. roxanne storms away. christian returned to her balcony and woos her once again and roxanne forgives him with a kiss. when a priest arrives with a letter from de guiche, saying he will come by and they can be married or not but threatened that he will have his way with her. roxanne and christian quickly marry. outraged, de guiche sends the regiment to the front. roxanne tearfully says goodbye to her husband and her friend before they leave. she receives letters from christian every day. until she learns of his death. cyrano was also wounded, but survived. within the fifteen years, marie passed away, and while cyrano offered to help with her funds, roxanne went to a covenant and read outloud to the patients in the hospital. she saw cyrano every day when he came by to visit. on one visit, he asked her to read christian’s last letter. he began, but by the end he didn’t need to read. cyrano admitted that he was the one writing the letters. and roxanne realizes she was in love with him this whole time. they kiss before cyrano dies in her arms.

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