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chaoshurtled · 11 months
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ok tag dump lets go
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skirtjournal · 2 years
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Où ça, une rétrograde de Mercure ?
La saison Rouje
There is consistency and there is also Rouje. Campaign after campaign the greatness is witnessed, relived in the eyes of those who dare to call themselves Lesfillesenrouje and those who choose the other way of life. To us, it is all the same. This is what life is all about. The summer, the clothes, la chaleur. It seems like Rouje is everything and every season is a Rouje season. That is not to be taken lightly. Behold an edgy development in Rouje pieces. Lengthy, fluid dresses and cottons that move. An answer to a dream of Provence? As vacation approaches, you are still in Paris, but the holiday spirit is really kicking in. What to wear? What to bag to carry? How about the Fauve dress, Panier Yseult and the Maud mules? But wait, we are talking bags here! Size does matter! The Panier Sibylle is a perfect size up and upgrade. Mercury in retrograde, really? Yes really! The ALLEGRA dress takes it there. A dress inspired by Provence that was made for sunny days. What more can we ask for? Borderline skirts, spicy prints, and cotton that flows, that's what the Rouje Season is all about.
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yseultcai · 1 year
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WHEN: May 10th, 2023 WHERE: The Compound WHO: @fenriksblade​
On some days, like today, Yseult felt horrendously young. Like she hadn’t fathomed how little she had lived until moments like this occurred, where she was too ill equipped with what was being thrown at her. All she could do then was find an adult that maybe could spell out the answers in front of her. Yseult felt shrunken, like she had been put through the washer and dryer, and was two sizes smaller than when she had begun.
“I need to tell you something, and I need you to promise to just, sit here with me and not fly off the handle or anything.” She swallowed, immediately regretting the lack of a water bottle in her nearby vicinity. When a girl actually needed to be hydrated, no water seemed to be in sight. Of course. Just her absolute luck. Things had been going fine. Really, they had. The numbers on her Youtube channel were rising rapidly. Her Instagram was getting more and more impressions by the day. But with all of the good, had to come all of the bad.
She looked at Fenrik for the first time since she had grabbed his hand, leading him to a quiet corner on the Compound. Away from the ears of others, despite how much she trusted them, too.
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zablife · 1 year
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Lee!!!
I saw you’re having a sleepover, and I’m dying to know…what are 10 songs on the playlist you’re currently vibing with??? Also…do you have an absolute favorite song at the moment?
I hope your Friday went well and that you’re gearing up to have a great weekend!! ❤️
Hi K, sorry it took me so long to answer. I worked and then slept and then read loads of fics I missed. To answer your question, I don't have a fave song atm, but I'll list the last 10 songs I played: "There'd Better Be a Mirrorball" Arctic Monkeys, "Brooklyn Baby" Lana Del Rey, "Jameson" Zella Day, "Une version améliorée de la tristesse" Peter Peter, "Losin Control" Russ, "What are you so afraid of" Videoclub, "Snow on the Beach" Taylor Swift, "Corps" Yseult, "Something in the Way" Nirvana, "November Rain" Guns N' Roses. What's some music you're loving rn? I hope you have a great week, darl!!
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tiodolma · 26 days
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im glad that brangaine and yseult the fair hands became friends
Brangien having been presented by Tristan, was graciously received. She soon endeared herself to Yseult, who opened to her all the secrets of her heart. Brangien found by her innocence and sincerity in answering some matrimonial questions put to her, that Tristan had not fully completed the measure of his guilt.
enough for yseult to confide in her what tristan is not doing to her in bed lol
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sunshinebingo · 1 year
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Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals. 🎶🎧💜💙🤗
PS I know you have already answered this but you are really one of my favorite mutuals 🩷🩵
Awww thank you so much 🥺 You're one of my favourite mutuals too (I adore the pictures/photos that you reblog) ♥️
I'll give my next 5 then...
1. Bliss Abroad - Masego & Sheléa
2. As the world caves in - Matt Maltese
3. But Never A Key - Dirt Poor Robins
4. I Want You - Stephen Sanchez
5. BAD BOY - Yseult (a beautiful French song...If you have to pick one of these, listen to this one first)
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olibavee · 2 years
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do your ocs have favorite flowers? or flowers you closely associate with them?
ohh, yes! vilya's favorite has always been flax flowers. they remind her of home and she enjoys the colors and effects they add to poisons
yseult's would likely be lavender. when she was a child her mother would hang a bushel of them in her room to help her sleep (she had night terrors as a child.)
enda...hmm...you know i haven't really thought of enda's favorite flower yet. i can see her being fond of arrowroot flowers...it's a kind of scrawny-looking plant but i think she would find that charming somehow? aedgsfhd
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cliffburton · 2 years
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amo el theme
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yo te amo a tí ♡
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contrariian-archive · 3 years
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@mercysought said: ’ is it really just me holding it together with one loose string that i can’t stop pulling? ’
       SOMETIMES ,  YSEULT  LOOKS  AT  HER  QUEEN  and  all  she  can  think  is  :  you  are  so  much  like  your  father .   everyone  who  knew  celia  mac  tir  will  swear  to  andraste  that  anora  takes  after  her  mother ,  and  they  aren’t  wrong ,  but  yseult  sees  so  much  of  loghain  in  this  woman  who  was  once  a  babe  she  held  in  her  arms .   anora  is  better-suited  to  ruling  than  her  father  ever  could  hope  to  be ,   but  the  crown  weighs  on  her  all  the  same .
        thankfully ,   she  has  a  general  who  would  sooner  burn  ferelden  to  the  ground  than  let  harm  come  to  her .
      ‘  you  worry  like  a  mabari  with  a  bone ,  ’   yseult  says  fondly ,  reaching  out  to  rest  her  hand  lightly  upon  anora’s  shoulder .   ‘  but  no .   it  isn’t  just  you .   the  rest  of  the  landsmeet  is  simply  as  good  as  hiding  their  stress  as  you  are .  ’    she  sighs  a  little ,  rubs  a  gentle  circle  with  her  thumb .   ‘  you  know  you  don’t  need  to  hold  it  together  alone ,  pup .  ’   normally  she  wouldn’t  dare  be  so  informal ,   but  they  are  alone  in  anora’s  chambers  and  yseult  suspects  that  the  last  thing  she  needs  right  now  is  a  reminder  of  her  title .  
      ‘  i’ve  carried  greater  burdens  than  this .  ’   and  i  promised  your  father  i’d  take  care  of  you .  i  promised  your  mother .   i  promised  myself .
 THE WORDS I SPEAK ARE WILDFIRES AND WEEDS | ACCEPTING
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teamxdark · 2 years
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How old was Geraint when he learned he had powers? How did he react? And when he first started using illusions did they effect him, like whatever he tried to show other people did he see it all as well?
How did everyone else with powers react when they learned they had powers and how old were they? (Galahad, Percival, Bors, Lancelot and Arthur, etc.)
It's slow moments at work so I guess it's Lore Time™.
So I'm still figuring out the intricacies of the magic system of the knightverse, but what's important to note is that everyone has some degree of magic in them. The magic tends to manifest in three ways:
1) Divine/Otherworldly. This encompasses the gods, minor deities, Fae and Fae-born, etc. Their magic is on another level that even the most skilled and learnèd of wizards can't hope to achieve.
2) Wizards/magic users. This encompasses people like Merlina, Ælle and Ban, and also people like Yseult. For the former case, there's a magical affinity in which learning new forms of magic is considerably easier than others and their abilities to master them exceeds most others. In Yseult's case, she has a particular affinity for healing (or Life Magic) and all the branches of magic related to it, but it's not a passive ability. These sorts of people never cast their magic by accident; it must always be intentional.
3) The Rest. Practically everyone else falls under this category. It's hard to discern the line between less powerful magic users and very powerful people of this category, but a lot of it has to do with when the powers manifested and whether or not they can be used passively. The Rest (for lack of a better term) tend to gain their abilities from a very young age and can use them without thinking (though practice still makes perfect!), but they will never be able to gain branching abilities; what they get is what they get. More powerful people in this category are Lancelot, Gawain, Geraint, Lamorak, Percival and Galahad. Less powerful people include Uther and Igraine (Uther's magic manifested in a Jack of All Trades type of skill gain, Igraine's in a knack for learning and remembering healing methods... "Talents" if you will).
So, to answer the actual question, Geraint (as one of the Rest) got his powers young and he was very difficult to raise as a result. Geraint sees the illusions he makes, but he's long since learned to never rely on his eyes.
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reh-sa · 4 years
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A Moonlit Bath - A Captive Princess AU
TW: Mentions of forced marriage, including vague mentions of possible marital r*pe // Very vague mentions of suicide 
The most desirable bachelorette in all of Vere is called Laurene.
She might be known to be a sullen princess, but as the only living child of former king Aleron, her beauty is only matched by her dowry and the man who will marry her will inherit it all. So naturally, when her uncle made his vows to her, no one was under the illusion it was out of love. He is ruling as the king de facto since, locking his niece tightly away, as he can only keep his position and wealth as long as he owns her. Laurene has been living a very secluded life since, miserably being a prisoner in her own home.
It is not until Damia, crown princess of Akielos, visits the Veretian court that Laurene realizes how truly miserable she is. Damia is so strong and free, and she walks so confidently among her lines. Laurene can do nothing but watch her from the shadows with envy.
Meanwhile, Damia is surprised by how little glimpses she catches of the mysterious Veretian princess. Dead-set on wanting to meet a great beauty like hers, she starts searching Arles for the hidden princess...
...but it turns out to be an arduous task. Damia is told the princess Laurene is locking herself up in her room all day, mad with grief for still not being with child, but Damia believes it is a lie. One day, she passes the doctor Paschal on his way to the princess’ chambers, delivering a fertility potion that oddly looks and smells like utterly unfertile moon tea. 
“Dana,” Nikandros sighs. “I think you are reading too much into this. Don’t take this the wrong way, but did it occur to you they might keep you away from her because you have a reputation as a wife-stealer? The king would not be the first man to find his lady in your bed. Some may take offense in that. I’d like to remind you of that incident with Kyra.”
“The bigger offense is that these lords do not know how to please their ladies,” Damia shrugs. And then, after a moment: “Who was Kyra again?”
But eventually, fortune favors Damia one starry night.
She fantasized countless times about meeting the princess on a balcony, perfumed with the scent of the night flowers welling up in the air. But it turns out Damia would encounter Laurene in a place she did not think of yet: the baths. 
Since there were no lights ignited inside, Damia believed herself alone for a moment upon entering, but her eyes quickly adjust to the moonlight, drawn to the silver figure in the glowing pool. Princess Laurene is even more ethereal than the rumours, wet hair clinging to a well-balanced face, her milky body disappearing into the scented water. Droplets are dancing over her curves, more beautiful and shinier than pearls. For a moment, the image in front of Damia’s eyes is one of utter serenity. But as sweet as the Veretian princess looks, she is quick to reach for a dagger hidden inside her pool when she hears Damia approaching. 
“Like what you see?” she purrs with the voice of a siren.
“Very much,” Damia answers truthfully, “though the dagger is quite worrisome. Since I heard of the case of Queen Yseult, I get nervous when I see a melancholy princess alone at night in the baths with a dagger.”
That earns her a sheepish look, and Laurene genuinely blushes.
“I…I did not want to…Queen Yseult did it because she was about to birth a bastard. I’m not with child.”
“So I have heard. And I would express my sympathies, princess, if not for the moon tea you have been drinking,” Damia says.
The dagger Laurene throws cuts through the serenity in a swift motion, faintly striking Damia’s cheek until it comes to a rest in the wall behind her.
“What do you want from me?!” Laurene snaps. “If it was just to see my tits, you have seen them now. Your goal is accomplished and you can gloriously return to your chambers. I ensure you, there is no need to spy on me further.”
“Oh no, actually…” Damia says while wiping the blood from her cheek, “I came to take a bath.” 
And with that, she unbuckles the pin on her chiton, the fabric slipping to the ground and revealing her naked body all at once, muscle upon muscle. As Damia walks down the steps into the water, she faintly notices from the corner of her eye that Laurene is staring at her, until the princess seems to remember in some charming display of Veretian modesty to look away. Her blush spreads even further, and Damia cannot help the bit of amusement she is feeling at that. Without a blade in her hand, Laurene seems to be much more tame.
“Also,” Damia continues, the tension in her limbs unwinding in the warm water, “I hoped to make a friend here. I am tired of having conversations with old men all day, and I think your husband does not like me. It is good to talk to another woman for once. Can I use your soap? I’ve left mine in my chambers”. “Have it,” Laurene nags, throwing the little piece of soap at her, and quickly averting her eyes again. 
Veretian soaps are wonderful, made from rich and creamy almond milk with a hint of cinnamon, and so very different from the Akielon olive soaps. Even somebody like Damia can appreciate these Veretian niceties. She starts to lather herself until she is covered in luxurious foam, and for a moment there is no sound but the soft rippling of water. Eventually, it is the Veretian princess who breaks the silence.
“I have never seen a woman as muscular as you. If you didn’t have the tits, I would almost believe it was an oxen intruding my baths. Are all Akielon women build like that?” she asks, quite brazen. Damia cannot help but to grin at her rudeness. She loves that the princess has a mouth on her.
“No...I can assure you we too have some sweet, fickle maidens. But I like the competition.”
“The competition in sports, or in conquering fickle maidens?” Laurene asks.
“Both, sometimes,” Damia smiles. “I think wrestling is wonderful. Sports, I mean. It is easy to learn but hard to master. You don’t even have to have my physique, mind you, that is merely a preference. In summer, we host tournaments with challengers from all over the world. There are even women from the warrior clans of the mountains of Vask coming. And some challengers give themselves the most pretentious nicknames, you cannot imagine. Especially the men! The celebrations go on and on for days, there are competitions at day and food and drink at night. And I haven’t even started to tell you about the Okton, where we compete with different weapons on horseback-”
“Are you good with weapons? What kind of horses?” Laurene blurts. She likes to hear stories from the world outside, Damia thinks to herself.
“I shall explain it to you. But tell me first, princess, why is it you never seem to see the daylight? You would think a man with a wife looking like that would parade her through the city as if she was an expensive steed. No offense. Yet, I did not see you at the banquet, nor in the gardens or at the dance. Why is that?”
“Maybe I am simply not fond of company, princess Damia,” Laurene answers in a cutting tone.
“Oh, please call me Dana.”
“I call you however it pleases me. And for that sake, I am not fond of intruders into my baths either.”
“My apologies, princess,” Damia says. “I was not aware you would bathe at such late hour. And your baths are so lovely, I wanted to see them for myself. Those patterns are simply dazzling. Yours have depictions of naked women on the walls. In the other baths I have seen, there were nothing but cocks.”
That earns her a giggle from Laurene, as much as she tries to keep her sullen facade up. The Veretian princess might look like a shy nymph, but seems to be quite naughty. Damia decides that she likes that. 
She wonders if she can go one step further.
“Princess Laurene. After showing me your baths, I wondered if you would be willing to show me the markets in the city as well. I’d love to get my hands on these colorful Veretian sweets you make from syrup and rosewater. How about tomorrow? You could dress up as a peasant girl and sneak out. Nobody will notice.”
“Lovely. Like in a fairytale,” Laurene says. “If I could overcome the minor inconvenience of not being able to leave the palace by dressing up as a peasant girl, I would use it to flee the country, not to buy candy on a market.”
That has Damia alerted.
“So much for the dislike of company. You are even willing to flee your own country?” she asks. “You can get a divorce, you know. I believe nobody likes being married to their own uncle, especially one that never lets you outside, and I don’t see the political gain for you either. So what is with that match?”
Laurene sighs. “If I didn’t know my uncle hated women so much, especially those in power, I would believe he had sent you to spy on me. But I am inclined to believe you are here out of your own free will and your raging pheromones, so I’m telling you. Yes, I could get a divorce, but there is one problem. The Veretians fear nothing as great as bastardy. If I happened to be with child at the time of the divorce, the curse still applies. I need to proof to the court I am not pregnant by being physically and geographically distant from him for…”
“...nine months?”
“Exactly. You are learning the Veretian customs fast. He knows this of course, which is why he is locking me up. Silly, isn’t it? I need to stay miles and miles away from my lord husband before they believe me I am not pregnant, as if breathing the very same air as a man’s could leave me with child. And as long as the gods and the moon tea do not fail me, that shall not happen,” Laurene explains bitterly.
“That is terrible,” Damia replies in all honesty.
“Don’t look so sad. I had a brother once, and he was very brave. I am brave, too. And I know there will be an opening for me, one day. If a foreign princess can stroll into my baths just like that, I shall be able to do the same but in reverse.” And then, in a whisper: “I’ve been even studying the sword.”
“You have?”, Damia hums, smiling at the thought of the princess strapped in a Veretian breastplate. Laurene nods, so proud that she is not able to suppress a smile herself, soft crimson coloring her cheeks. It was very charming.
“But it is difficult. There is a man from my Princess’ Guard I’ve been seeing- ...oh, don’t make that face, not like that. He teaches me. But I can only meet him in secret, since I must not be with a man alone and there is no woman here to teach me. I’ve wondered…” Laurene says, abruptly breaking off. 
When she doesn’t continue speaking, Damia asks: “You’ve wondered?”
“Ah-...No, it’s nothing,” she blurts.
Suddenly, Laurene rises, water dripping from her golden hair, a view that is dazzling Damia once again.
“I’m sorry, but I have to retreat to my chambers now. I’ve been here for so long, they will wonder where I’ve been,” the princess says.
Damia simply nods, watching as Laurene emerges from the water and towels herself down in a very practical way, without a hint of sensuality. Just as she was about to leave through the door, she turns one last time.
“Dana,” Laurene says, a little shy, and Damia is dizzily struck by an emotion she cannot quite identify upon hearing her nickname from Laurene’s lips. 
“You were right. It was pleasant to talk to another woman for once.” And then, a little hesitant: “I like to take baths at midnight. Goodnight.”
Damia nods, smiling at the hint.
“Goodnight, princess. Sleep well.” 
And with that, the ornamental doors close and Damia is left alone in the pool. 
She closes her eyes and lets herself float freely in the water, the moonlight casting patterns on her body. The baths feel so vast and empty suddenly, as if the princess herself was the one whose presence had lightened them up. Now, she was nothing but a faint dream. But Damia will meet her again at the next moon. She had said so.
In the silence of the night, a memory surfaced to her mind of what Nikandros had said earlier to her. 
She was not called Damia wife-stealer for no reason.
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yseultcai · 2 years
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WHEN: November 21st, 2022 WHERE: Theater District WHO: @orlaithrose​
Why was she in the Theater District? Yseult wouldn’t have been answer that question if she even tried, especially with her hood wrapped around her head as a barrier against the outside world. The news was making her more and more anxious, and with Elba gone for the time being, and Hilda still not being around, her own emotions were floating out of her without anywhere to go. Fenrik could do as much as anyone, but there had to be more on the island than just clinging to his leg anytime the waters became a little too rough.
Yseult tapped the shoulder of the person nearest to her, hoping to find a kind face and not an intimidating one. Not like the person run-in, which left her with tear streaks down her cheeks. “Hey, is this, the uh, right place for Fae of Oz? I was looking for signs but I didn’t see any ahead, and now you probably think I’m blind or something. And I might be. I spend too much time on the computer these days anyway.”
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Just curious. I’m not sure if you’ve probably listed this off before, but who are some of your favorite artists/groups/bands?
Hi! Sorry it took so long to answer this, but I listen to a lot of music. There’s no way I’d possibly be able to list everyone but here are a few of my favorite artists.
1. Lizzo
2. Beyoncé
3. Kierra Sheard-Kelly
4. Tasha Cobbs Leonard
5. Nova Twins
6. Amber Riley
7. Lous and the Yakuza
8. Yseult
9. Chlöe x Halle
10. BTS
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vakarians-babe · 3 years
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@magebastard tagged me  to name the fictional characters that remind me of/that i project onto my oc and i uhhhhh had to do la’ara so:
1. Kaydel Co Connix, Star Wars  Determined, principled, ready to jump into action, but also ready to admit wrongdoing when that action is based upon incorrect assumptions. Found family is the answer.
2. Kuriyama Mirai, Beyond the Boundary Awkward and intense at the same time, and a hopeless romantic.
3. Isolde(Iseult/Yseult), from the various legends Devoted in love, sometimes beyond the point of reason. 
4. Tristan (Tristran in the book), Stardust Unsure of the truth of their desire, but gains confidence through the completion of a quest.
5. Luthien Tinuviel, Tolkien’s Legendarium Will challenge death for the sake of a beloved, and are more powerful than they appear. Abiding love of nature.
6. Danielle de Barbarac, Ever After Confidence comes only after reaching the lowest point, they’ve always been strong but need an external event to make them realize.
7. Tachibana Mei, Say I Love You Closed off at first, shy and pained by previous experiences, awkward in love but still deeply romantic.
8. Hiccup, How to Train Your Dragon Needing validation, takes time to grow into their power and station; once sure of themselves, however, they can do things they had never expected.
9. Anne Elliot, Persuasion Anxious, unwilling to believe in themselves as an object of affection, despite craving that affection. Attempts to see the good in others at all times, even when put upon. 
I taaaaaag @ottobooty @brother-genitivi @bigcheezey @saltybiowarefantears @zevrn @palipunk but no pressure! tryna pick people who haven’t done it yet uwu
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maeflower · 3 years
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thank you for the tag ari @nickeymouse 🥰!! sorry this took so long 🙈
list your characters and name one thing they want to hear, one thing they need to hear, and one thing they would dread to hear:
jocelyn yoo (keeper of the sun and moon)
i see you. i understand or these people love you. they won't betray you
stop holding on to all that anger. nothing good will come of it
why are you so difficult to love?
victor blackwood (keeper of the sun and moon)
sometimes you need to be a monster to survive or to be a monster it's not such a terrible thing
cruelty and violence are not always the answer
do you honestly think they would still stay once they find out what you've done?
titania farron (keeper of the sun and moon)
you've done the right thing
i'm sorry for what's been done to you. you have every right to be angry about it
you are no different than your mother
elena wiseman (mind blind)
you are more than just a number
say what you need to the people you love before it's too late. you never know how much time you have left
you will never be anything but a zero
alma wiseman (mind blind)
everything will be okay, you can still save him
it's not your fault
you've only ever caused pain and suffering to the people around you
yseult edenhaut (a mage reborn)
it's alright, you've done enough. you can rest now or eli would be proud of you
there's no point of surviving if you're not living your life
they would be disappointed at the person you've become
hestia yulevine (a mage reborn)
you will get your revenge eventually. they will pay for their actions
don't you realise? you are turning into your sister
pretend all you want but you are not without blame. you deserved that punishment
enara lynzal (the exile)
come back to me. come home or i forgive you
everyone deserves a second chance, even you
admit it, you actually enjoyed being the villain, don't you?
bonus :D
noa amamiya (original character)
i'll be your family
you are not bound by fate. life is what you make it
you are cursed to be alone all your life
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ladyonfire28 · 4 years
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Hey Aimée, If you have the time and the mood, could you please explain who is who (and what is the connection between them) in the protest where Adéle and Celine took part? There are some short videos of that day with all those amazing faces that for all the non French people is difficult to understand the stories behind. Many thanks
Well i can’t really give you all the connections because i don’t know how they all met and know each other. But they all come from the same industry so some have known each other for a while and work together, some have only known each other for a couple of months thanks to the César etc. 
But here are some people that were present that day (i don’t know all of them)
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1: Enora Malagré. She works on some TV talk show as a columnist and a radio show 
2: Alice Diop. She’s a director, she mostly did documentaries I believe and she is a big activist and fights against racial discrimination and police brutality. She’s part of the 50/50 collective.
3: Rokhaya Diallo : she’s a journalist and also a feminist and anti racist activist
4: Yseult. She’s a singer 
5: Gwendal Marimoutou.  I think he’s an actor/ singer or something ? 
6: Aissa Maiga. She’s an actress/director. Also a huge activist but i guess you know that now. She’s also part of the 50/50 collective.
7. Nadège Beausson-Diagne. She’s an actress (and also worked as a columnist). She also publicly told that she was a victim of rape when she was 9. And also when she was 35. She’s one of the rare french actresses who talked about being a victim of sexual abuse/rape. She and Aissa got close to Adèle after the César but she’s been a very close friend of Aissa for many years. 
8. Ari Anderson. I think she’s a close friend of Nadège and Aissa, and she works as a PR i believe ?
9. Fefe. A french singer
10. i think it’s Rebecca Zlotowski ? not sure though. But if so, she’s a director/ screenwriter, very close to Céline and she’s pretty much the founder of the 50/50 collective. 
Some pictures of other people:
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I think the woman between Céline and Gwendal is Anais Couette ? She’s an assistant director and works with Céline and Rebecca. 
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In blue : Judith Nora. Producer. 
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Karidja Touré. Actress. Was in Girlhood, directed by Céline.
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Gisèle Vienne. Stage director and choreographer. Works with Adèle on her next play, L’étang.
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This is from march 8th and not the BLM protest but couldn’t find a picture of Sara Forestier that day (she was there though). So here’s that cute photo of Sara, Adèle, Nadège and Aissa haha. Sara is an actress and also worked with Adèle on the film Suzanne. 
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Virginie Despentes. Feminist novelist and writer. 
Some other french “celebrities” that are also activists and who support Assa and the BLM movement (and who also support Adèle).
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Adèle Exarchopoulos. Actress.
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Marina Foïs. Actress. 
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On the right of the picture, Géraldine Nakache (half of her face, sorry Géraldine). Actress and director.
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Leïla Bekhti. Actress.
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Camélia Jordana. Singer and actress. 
Soooooooo i think i’m done ? obviously i don’t know every one and i probably missed a lof of them. 
But if you have specific photos of people you want to know about you can always send them to me, and i’ll try to answer you ! 
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