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Écrire un OS qui se passe après la fic que j'ai pas fini d'écrire, tout va bien

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Cartouche: Prince des faubourgs | Cartouche: Prince of the Streets (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cartouche/Isabelle d'Entraigues Characters: Cartouche - Character, Isabelle d'Entraigues, Le Lorrain, Nero Falconi Summary:

Une tempête de neige s'abat sur Paris. Deux oneshots se passant lors de la même journée d'hiver: le premier racontant la journée de Cartouche, et le second celle de Falconi.

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Je viens de réaliser que j'ai jamais fait de vrai post pour la fanfic ALORS VOICI.

Quelque part par méfiance, par mauvaise volonté

Lorsque Falconi est accusé à tort d'avoir tenté d'assassiner le régent, son affrontement avec la garde et sa fuite du Palais-Royal le laissent grièvement blessé. C'est par chance et bien à contrecœur qu'il va trouver refuge auprès des Cartouchiens.

On trouve quoi là-dedans?

Pas mal tous les persos! Avec Falconi et le Lorrain à l'avant-plan!

Côté rating: pour l'instant ça se situe pas mal au niveau d'un épisode standard, mais avec un poil plus de sang?

Côté shipping: Falconi/Le Lorrain, en mode gros slow-burn. Le pairing était pas prévu à la base, alors ça se développe tranquillement à travers le reste du plot, en fait.

Des tags en vrac: Found family, redemption arc, assassination attempts, friendship

C'est encore un WIP! J'ai en tête une vague idée de la direction que prendra l'histoire, mais considérant comment ça a changé en cours d'écriture jusqu'à maintenant, qui sait où ça ira. En attendant, ça reste un peu plus de 40k mots à lire...

(shout out à @cremsie pour la commission de qualité qui m'a motivé à reprendre l'écriture du truc. Le premier chapitre a été écrit l'an dernier et j'en ai commissioné une illustration sur un coup de tête !)

(Creme if you see this, biggest thanks again for the incredible commission! Hope you dont mind me posting it here, since it's for the prologue of this fic! The whole thing has passed 40k words, it's by extremely far the longest thing i've ever written and honestly? That good good art is what made it happen)

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Death Machine (1994) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Hayden Cale, Sam Raimi, Weyland (Death Machine), Yutani (Death Machine) Additional Tags: Weyland and Yutani got better bc they deserved to, Post-Canon, AU, fluff i guess? Summary:

It's 2AM and Hayden Cale can't sleep.

@fritz-valentine said something about a post-movie thing, so this happened?

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Death Machine (1994) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: John Carpenter (Death Machine), Scott Ridley Additional Tags: this was supposed to be shippy but i fucked up, AU Summary:

For a mini-fic prompt on tumblr. Scott and John meet at the ER in the middle of the night.

@amandabel1man it’s super short but i had lots of fun writing it?? 

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Original Work Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: OC/OC Additional Tags: just a fuckton of fluff here take it, Dating Summary:

A cute alien and a shitty vampire go on their very first official date.

@kittenfightclub Here’s the thing!! 

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@spaceviking @kittenfightclub i kinda scribbled a thing because of that one fic prompt ask meme that i didn't reblog last week or so? i didn't mean for it to get low-key depressing, but then it kinda happened and i tried to fix it and i'm not sure if i managed or not. welp.

Scott buys too many things.

The door slammed open and Scott ran inside, and before Raimi could place a single word he grinned this big, almost too large smile of his. It was the one Scott always had when he got particularly excited about something; whether it was firing an employee he didn’t like, watching an contestant he hated lose on a TV show or buying an exorbitantly expensive suit. Whatever the reason was now, Raimi couldn’t help but smile back.

“Sam, you gotta close your eyes, I have to show you something.”

He walked over to the couch where Raimi was sprawled, grabbing him by the arm.

“What, did something amazing happen at work today?” Raimi replied, a chuckle escaping his lips when Scott used his other hand to cover his eyes. “You finally got that new phone you were talking about?”

“Don’t play stupid, come on,” Scott huffed before pushing him through the room and towards the door. “It’s a surprise, and you’re going to fucking love it.”

He led Raimi outside, keeping quiet but almost radiating excitement as he guided him by the arm through the doorway and down the small flight of stairs. They made a turn left and Raimi counted his steps until Scott made him stop on the concrete, near the mailbox. The sun was warm on his face and it was nice to see Scott in such a good mood; the last few weeks had been rough, something about a particularly stressful contract at work, Raimi had to admit his mind had often wondered whenever Scott had tried to explain the details of the whole story. Really, all that matter was that Scott was feeling better now.

“I know this is something you wanted, and I couldn’t resist…”

Raimi grinned. “Is it a dog? ‘Cause I know you said no, but hey, it’s not too late to-”

“It’s not a dog, Sam,” Scott cut him, and though Raimi could hear the smile in his voice he could also imagine him rolling his eyes. “We’ve talked about this, it’s not happening. Plus, this is way better. You’re ready?”

“I was born ready. Ready to own a do-”

“Please shut up.”

Before Raimi could add another word, Scott took his hand away from Raimi’s eyes, letting him see. Blinded by the sunlight for a moment, Raimi blinked, looked around… and his stomach dropped.

In the parking spot, next to Scott’s cherished silver Ferrari was a car. Next to the sleek sports model it looked like a monster; all gleaming black metal and wheels, almost more of a truck than a car, really. The windows were down, and so Raimi could see the leather seats, the hundreds of buttons on the dashboard and, hanging from the mirror, a short gray chain from which hanged a little Millennium Falcon-shaped charm Scott had no doubt added as the final touch to his too-expensive gift. Raimi paled and opened his mouth to speak, but before he could utter a word Scott started rambling excitedly :

“Okay, so, I know it’s big, but you needed a new car, and I figured why not get something you could use to bring along your billion weird friends with you when you go for a drive, right? And then I found this one, and guess what, it’s electric! So you won’t have to feel bad for driving it, and if your friends try to give you shit for it you can just tell them…”

“Scott, it’s-“

“…I swear I tried to find a decal of one of those awful bands you like to put on it, but none of them had any merch, Sam, because turns out you’re their only fan. Or maybe I just didn’t look in the right place, but honestly my first idea seems more plausible. But I guess you can always ask Yutani to design you something if you want, it’s your car after all…”

Raimi grabbed Scott’s arm and squeezed it gently to get his attention.

“I-I can’t accept this. It’s a car.”

“Oh, come on,” Scott laughed. “It’s a just gift. I knew you’d like it.” His smiled weakened a little. “You do like it, right? I can still get a different color if you want, I thought red might be a little too flashy for you, so black seemed like a good pick…”

Raimi shook his head, trying to find the right words to avoid getting into a fight he had already endured a few times before.

“We’ve talked about this before… Scott, I could never afford this car by myself, you can’t just… throw stuff at me like that.”

“It’s a gift, Sam.” Scott replied with a dismissive gesture. “You don’t have to afford it, that’s the entire fucking point.” His smile disappeared as he seemed to grow impatient. “You can just tell me if you don’t like it, it’s fine.”

As always, arguing calmly with Scott Ridley was about as effective as talking to a brick wall. Raimi sighed and ran a hand through his hair, trying to keep his cool. “It doesn’t matter if I like it or not, I can’t accept it. It’s a great car, but I can’t. I bet you paid even more for it than for your own car!”

Scott shrugged, exasperation pointing into his voice. “So what? I just wanted to buy you something nice! You needed a car anyway; I wanted to buy it, and I bought it, and now I’m giving it to you. What’s the fucking problem?”

Raimi sighed and put his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, keeping his eyes on Scott and pointedly avoiding the car.

“I don’t want you to buy me expensive stuff like that! You should’ve asked first, at least. It’s just too much, Scott, I don’t want it. I’d never be able to repay you, and-“

“You don’t owe me anything, you idiot!” Scott interrupted, losing patience. “Why can’t you just take the gift and be fucking happy about it?”

“I’ve told you before!” Raimi snapped. “You’re always buying me all those expensive things, and it’s just… weird, okay? It feels wrong! It’s too much, I don’t want you to be spending so much just for m-“

“For fuck’s sake, Sam, don’t tell me what to do. You’re not my mom. I wanted to spend that money because it’s fun! This was supposed to be nice! Why do you always have to ruin everything?” Scott glared at him, brow furrowed and with that weird, almost manic look in his eyes that Raimi had learned to recognize. It meant Scott was confused, but also fully ready to pick a fight if Raimi was not careful with his next words.

Scott’s inability to understand why shoving an ungodly amount of money in Raimi’s face made him uncomfortable was enough to make Raimi want to bash his head against the nearest wall. It would have been so easy to keep going, to turn this into a full-blown fight. His instincts were screaming at him to do it, to reject the gift harder and make Scott angry because he just never listened when Raimi tried to explain. Still, fighting would not help anyone here, and when he got angry Scott was even less inclined to listen…

So Raimi took a deep breath and tried to calm down. He would try and explain again. He would do it as many times as he would need to, and eventually Scott would understand. It was a work in progress, and a lifetime of bad habits and questionable behaviors could not be changed in just a few months...

Raimi reached out and took Scott’s hand. When he spoke, his voice was serious but calm :

“Let’s go talk inside, okay?”

Scott took one last look towards the black car, seemed to think for a second, then turned his attention to Raimi again. He did not say anything, but followed him back inside the house.

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Last sentence

Was tagged by @thestateofardadreaming ! One of those "show the last sentence you wrote" memes :D

Last thing wrote was part of my attempt at translating the Bear Book in French. Still need to get back to it, but here's the last sentence of chapter one:

"Mange, dors et continue d’être poilu; demain tu vas crever."

And for something that's not in French... i had another Bear Book thing in progress. Not sure if i'll finish it, but here you go:

"He missed his Camaro, with its shiny, bright red paint and its comfy, cool leather seats."

Tagging @spaceviking and @kittenfightclub ! Apparently i'm supposed to tag as many people as there are words in the sentence, but lol that's not happening. Maybe @amandabel1man if you feel like it?