Hi, it's been a while since I posted, but still wanted to share the release of two fanzines I made these lasts months!!!
The first is a 80 pages, 3 chapters constanne zine. Started making this as a little side project, spiralled out of control obviously. It depicts some events through the life and relationship of Anne and Constance, from their youth (early 1620s') to their older age (early 1660s')
The second is a 40 pages trevilieu zine. Put some time writing it, a lot less to draw but Had A Lot Of Fun. It features a dream, a break-in, and candles.
They are only available in french, and I don't plan to print them in English (they are auto-published, and that would be wayyyy tor expensive for me). Both contain adult content. If you speak french or aren't afraid of google translate your way into these, here is the pre-order link:
https://forms.gle/KMa6DEgZ2zKy9B9Z6
I'll start to send the zines after mid-November, and international shipping (including the US) is ok! If you have any question, feel free to drop by in my inbox or mps.
I love this scene so fucking much because... well, just imagine you’re Constance. You’ve kind of been through hell and back in the past year. Some hot country twink moves into your house, you start an affair with him, your douche canoe husband breaks up the affair, you get kidnapped, you try to patch things up with your ex lover and now you’re back living with said douche canoe after he manipulated you. And then he gets summoned to the palace and you’re thinking “yeah whatever let’s just hurry this up so I can get back to my sexy daydreams”.
But then, oh but then, the most radiant and beautiful woman you have ever seen in your life walks in, and this also just so happens to be the Queen of fucking France who also just gave birth like two hours ago and still looks like a goddess. And she walks up to you and basically says “hey girl what’s up, I’m so glad you’re here” and you’re like “who? me” and then your Douche Canoe husband opens his mouth and she annihilates him before continuing and basically asking “hey so do you want a cool new job being my best friend and you get to hang out with me all the time and also live in this swanky big palace?”. And if that’s not enough you’re also coming to the realisation that you are probably not straight. And she asks “oh you do want to come right” and you’re standing there with literal hearts for eyes and ofc you say “yes”. So you just got a fancy new job, a much better living arrangement, a new bff and just then realised you’re into girls.
constanne pacrim au for a blast from the past mood?
for my sapphic september bingo card
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i.
Jacques would never have approved.
But Jacques was dead with the first wave.
It took a year to gather the courage but Constance signed her name onto the program and didn’t look back.
ii.
d’Artagnan was charming and boyish; he made her laugh where she’d forgotten.
Athos was broodish and hard to crack; he understood her solemn promise to protect.
Aramis was flirty and got under her skin; he always knew when she needed a compliment.
Porthos was loud and protective; he got the struggle of building a name for yourself.
None of them matched with her.
iii.
Anne came in not as a program attendee but the Senator’s daughter.
Her pale eyes swept over the recruits and stopped on Constance.
And then she walked away.
iv.
Flea was the closest to matching; they could have maybe made it as a pair but she had a better connection with Samara.
Others matched around her, Sylvie teamed up with Charlotte, Ninon and Alice made a formidable team, Lucie and Fleur were put on the reserves if need be.
Constance floundered alone in her head, haunted by eyes she could no longer see.
v.
Anne came back a month later, in a brand new suit that marked her as a recruit.
“My fiancé didn’t approve.” She said, her head held high. “I wasn’t doing it to seek his approval.”
“And now?” Constance asked, the curiosity getting the better of her.
“Now we’ve parted and his words always meant nothing.”
Ah, Constance thought, I know this well.
vi.
Treville barked orders, drove them to exhaustion to teach them how to keep going even afterwards.
Anne collapsed by her side and it should have been uncomfortable with the sweat dripping down her back but Constance leaned in anyway.
They wove and ducked and fought in sync and for the first time since the Kaiju Constance felt alive.
vii.
“What do you think the drift is like?” Anne asked one night. “I’ve heard it’s easy to get lost.”
“Then I suppose I’d better learn to find you.” Constance said into the dark, reaching over to take Anne’s hand.
“Don’t leave my side then.”
Never.
viii.
“Ready?” Anne’s face was obscured by the helmet but Constance could picture it clearly.
“As I’ll ever be.” Constance replied, forcing her nerves to calm.
The drift came sudden, a shock of cold and warmth in her head all at once.
Constance?
That voice wasn’t hers.
I’m here. I won’t let you lose yourself either.
And ah, Constance remembered. She had a job to do.
We have a job to do.
Yes, Constance thought back, together.
ix.
Anne tasted like victory and the salt spray of the sea and Constance knew she was home.
