Un peu égarée, comme cet agneau !
Ces derniers temps j’ai été moins active sur les réseaux, mais pas de panique mes agnelets, c’est vraiment pour la bonne cause… le projet avance, et pas qu’un peu ! Très bientôt plein de nouvelles en image. ;)

En attendant, je vous offre la série du “bestiaire populaire” qui avait été envoyée en dessin numérique aux contributeurs Ulule en février 2016.
Et on démarre tout de suite avec ce petit “agneau égaré”… rendez-vous tous les mercredis pour découvrir une nouvelle bête !

My pastel prince

Summary: Pastel!Dan gets the amazing news that his boyfriend, Punk!Phil, is moving to his town. Dan gets bullied by his classmates and Phil finds out about it, but that Phil knows, doesn’t work out very well for Dan.

Excerpt: Dan had never been the reckless type, always choosing to take the safe route, not doing anything out of the ordinary. That excludes his wardrobe by the way, as that mainly consists of pastel colored sweaters and jeans. Also flower crowns, if he didn’t have one on his head, something was seriously wrong. Dan wasn’t very populair because of the way he liked to dress and he didn’t have any friends because of it. He did have a boyfriend however, but he lived about 250 kilometers away. Okay, maybe Dan did do things that were out of the ordinary, but that didn’t matter, right?

Genre: fluff, little bit of angst
Warnings: violence-bullying, implied smut (but nothing happens really) 

Word count: 13.042 

A/N: Holy shit! I’ve worked on this for half a year, it’s my baby! I really really hope you enjoy this. Giant shout out to Manon for proofreading and being enthusiastic about the story nearly every step of the way, you helped a lot <3
(Sorry about the title by the way, I’m apparently creative enough to create 13k coherent words but cannot come up with a less unoriginal and corny title)

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Phantom of the Opera AU Idea:

Christine is on display at a freak show, because of the horrific burns she suffered in the fire that killed her father as a child. Erik frees her and steals her away to the Opera Populaire, where he teaches her his ways. Because her face forbids her from going on stage, Christine begins teaching the chorus girls how to improve their voices, and the myth of the Siren is born when Christine’s singing is heard echoing through the theatre. Erik has fallen in love with Christine, but like in the original, she is unaware of this at the beginning. She simply sees him as a friend. When she sees Raoul after a show, Christine begins watching him and eventually confesses to Erik that she’s fallen in love with Raoul from afar. Thus, the classic love triangle ensues, but with a fresh spin that makes it unique and interesting.

You like? Feel free to use.

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A promotional video for the city of Paris, ft. kissing couples and people dancing on the roof of several National Monuments. To watch !

Let me be your freedom
Let daylight dry your tears
I’m here, with you, beside you
To guard you and to guide you

Lunar Chronicles AU where Winter is a chorus girl at the Opera Populaire, voice trained by her “Angel of Music,” also known as the Phantom of the Opera, Aimery. Winter reunites with childhood friend Jacin, much to The Phantom’s jealousy…

A non-themed submission to TLCShipWeeks!

So The Phantom Hates Carlotta Because?

Seriously, I remember wondering this the first time I watched the movie. And when I watched the musical.

I mean…it can’t be that she’s bad at her job, right? 

Regardless of what the movie implies, why on earth would an opera house hire a soprano, and keep her for umpteen seasons, if she wasn’t any good at it?

Wherefore this intense loathing, dude?

Well, I’ve got a theory. 

Originally posted by frutaychocolate

It goes like this: Carlotta is a Diva with a capital D. She suffers no fools, she takes no crap, and she’s not short on confidence. She knows what she wants and she goes for it, regardless of anyone else’s opinions or feelings on the subject. 

All of which will serve you well in the cutthroat world of opera.

(All things which Christine lacks. Stick with me, we’ll get to that.) 

So…what if the Phantom approached Carlotta all those years ago when she first came to the Opera Populaire? 

What if he pulled his whole brooding angel of music ‘look at your face in the mirror’ schtick on her?

Originally posted by salazarsslytherin

Pictured: Not Gonna Happen.

I mean, Carlotta is at least a good ten years older than Christine, making her more of an age peer with His Royal Broodiness. 

I really can’t imagine her consenting to take lessons from a mysterious masked creeper who randomly appears in her room one night. Can you?

Angel of Music? Don’t make her laugh. If anyone is the Angel of Music, it is surely La Carlotta Giudicelli, do you really think she’s going to take advice from a Peeping Tom in eveningwear?

Originally posted by reallydiamonds

Hell no. She’s way too good for that nonsense.

Originally posted by philbins

And so the Phantom hates Carlotta not because her acting is a bit shaky or her timbre is inadequate, but because she sent him off with a flea in his ear for 

a) breaking into her room in the middle of the night, ew, and

b) suggesting she was in any way inadequate to the task of being the opera’s leading lady.

Originally posted by the-phantoms-blog

No wonder he made a beeline for Christine Daae. Naive, shy, quiet, orphan, not an outstanding talent, low self-esteem?

Easy target, man. Easy target.

Originally posted by sierraboggessobsessed

Pictured: Sweet Summer Child.

TL;DR: The Phantom hates Carlotta because she wouldn’t date idolise pander to take singing lessons from him when she first arrived. 

Pre-order prints!

Okay, I know I’ve promised to take orders and tell about prints some time ago. It’s just that having exams, being in senior year and such is quite tiring ;A; more tiring than expected; I even had a mental breakdown orz

I’m trying really hard to find some time to draw for fun again and I’m not sure when I’ll be selling prints, butttt you can at least pre-order now!

It will cost nothing, but I do it because I get to see how many people are interested and which one is populair for example. Just send me a message which anime eyes piece you’d like to pre-order! (Specific details will be announced later~)

Also done:

  • Akatsuki no Yona
  • Yuri on ice!!!

Planning to do/ working on:

  • Tokyo Ghoul
  • Mystic Messenger
  • Noragami
  • Black Butler
  • Kiss him not me!
  • Assassination classroom
  • Death Note
  • Akagami no Shirayuki
La victoire des cons

Donc si j’ai bien compris, la victoire de Donald Trump, comme la victoire du Brexit, seraient le “résultat de l'ignorance du peuple par les élites”, le résultat d'une certaine “lassitude vis à vis de la bienpensance”, du ras-le-bol de la classe populaire et d’un homme blanc moyen fatigué d'être toujours placé au second rang. Et surtout, il ne faudrait surtout pas continuer à les rabaisser, à les traiter de “fachos” ou de “racistes” car ce serait de ces humiliations répétées qu'ils tireraient leur colère.

Mais quelle connerie. Donc une « majorité » de gens vote sur la base de mensonges grossiers pour un personnage incompétent proposant un plan stupide, irréalisable, toxique, digne d’un méchant de dessin animé et ce serait de notre faute ? Et en plus après ça on nous demanderait de ne pas les infantiliser ? Parce que quand les cons sont nombreux, ils ont forcément raison ? Parce que plonger le monde entier dans l’incertitude parce qu’on est un con apeuré par le monde c’est un comportement d’adulte ?

Et oui, j’ai bien parlé de con. De stupide, débile, attardé si vous préférez. Parce que c’est tout ce qu’on est quand on soutient un milliardaire qui promet de « libérer le petit peuple oublié par les élites » mais dont le programme économique se résume à abaisser ses propres impôts et appliquer un protectionnisme aveugle et insensé, digne des années 1930.

Oui j’ai bien parlé de con, parce que c’est objectivement ce qu’on est quand on vote pour fermer son pays à des étrangers, quand ce sont ces mêmes étrangers qui travaillent dans les hôpitaux, qui travaillent dans les fermes, qui nourrissent et soignent le pays, et sur lesquels se repose toute la société.

Car c’est évidement ce qu’on est quand on confie la plus grande puissance militaire mondiale, et la capacité d’atomiser n’importe quel coin de la planète à un homme aussi impulsif qu’inqualifié, sur la seule promesse qu’il ne l’utilisera pas. À part pour « bombarder les méchants ». En se disant que de toute façon ça ne peut pas être pire qu’avant.

Parce qu’à la fin, les petits cons convaincus du populisme se divisent en deux catégories :

  • Le raciste pur ou latent, aussi appelé nationaliste, pour qui tous les problèmes viennent des autres, sincèrement persuadé de posséder davantage de droit qu’un autre être humain en raison de l’endroit où il est né ou de sa couleur de peau. Celui qui cherche un bouc-émissaire à ses problèmes pour ne pas avoir à contempler sa propre incapacité à prendre sa vie en main.

  • L'égoïste, celui qui parce qu'il se sent délaissé, déclassé, qu'il soit éduqué ou non, est prêt à croire n’importe quel faiseur de miracle qui lui promettra la prospérité. Même si c’est impossible. En dépit de l’évidence, en dépit des preuves, en dépit de la raison, et quelle importance si « d’autres », des minorités ou des peuples étrangers doivent en payer le prix.

Alors non quand je vois ces types, je n’ai aucune envie d’essayer de les comprendre. Non j’ai déjà donné. Je n’ai pas envie de regarder leur vidéo Youtube conspirationnistes, leurs chiffres inventés, leurs montages photos ridicules et redondants, ou à leur intoxs en série. Et non je ne compte pas arrêter de croire aux droits de l’homme, à l’égalité homme-femme, au multiculturalisme et à la tolérance religieuse. Ce n’est pas parce qu’ils saturent de plus en plus l’espace publique que je dois les excuser et regarder en silence leur initiatives néfastes pour la planète dans tous les sens du terme. Je me battrais contre l’obscurantisme jusqu’au bout.

Et si à la fin malgré tout, on se faisait écraser par notre propre stupidité, décimés par les guerres raciales ou le réchauffement climatique, ne vous attendez pas à vous en sortir sans recevoir de ma part un ultime doigt d’honneur assorti d’un « Je vous l’avais dit ».


Never Enough (College AU) part 1

Y/N Y/L/N is the most populair girl in school. Her life seems picture perfect and there is nothing she could want more. Or is there? And what role does the biggest nerd in school Bucky Barnes have in her life? Stay tuned and find out!

wordcount: 2105

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: none I guess

A/N: So here is the first part of my new BuckyxReader series. Hope you all like it!

Originally posted by dailyteamcap

You groan as your alarmclock wakes you up. The digital numbers reading 5.30 am. Why did you have to live so far away from school again? Oh yeah, because your parents only chose the new house for the place itself rather than for the easiness of reaching places.

You drag yourself out of bed and wander around in the huge mansion that you call home. When you finally reach the kitchen you make yourself some breakfast and move to the dining room where your parents are both already seated and enjoying their breakfast.

“Good morning.” You mumble with a mouth full of cereal. Your mother gives you a disgusted look.

“Good morning to you too, darling. But what have I told you about speaking with your mouth full of food?” You go and sit next to your father, who is too engulfed in this morning’s newspaper to even acknowledge your presence.

“that it’s not a ladylike thing to do.” You answer, this time again with your mouth stuffed with cereal. At this your mother sighs disappointedly and looks at your father for help, but he was still too busy with his newspaper.

“Why can’t you just be more like your sister?”

And there we go again. Your sister was little miss perfect in the family. Always had the best grades and they especially loved the friends she brought home. The kind of people who get overly polite when they are at someone else’s house. Actually everyone does that except for my friends of course, which then results in my mother complaining about them and telling me to find better friends. Like it’s that easy.

“Because she sucks. The only thing she ever does is study.” That was a bad example, but you couldn’t come up with any other reason because your sister really was perfect. After finishing your bowl of cereal you drag yourself back to your room to get ready for the day.

30 minutes later you are all done and ready for school. Luckily your best friend Natasha doesn’t live on the school’s campus either so she picks you up every day. You have your own driving license, but not a car. ‘You will get your own car if you start to behave like your sister, dear.’ Is the reason your mother gives you every time you ask for it. You don’t really think she means it, she just tries to postpone it until you go to live by yourself and won’t ask for it anymore.

“Hey honey, good luck at school today. Don’t let your mother get to you, you are just as amazing and perfect as your sister.” You father says just as you are about to walk out the door. You were very close to your father. Mostly because you have the same carefree personality as he has. Honestly, it is a miracle that he has been able to put up with your mom for so long. Don’t tell her that though, then the chance of ever getting a car are completely ruined.

“Still no luck on operation ‘get mom to give me a car before I move out’ I assume.” You father gives you a sad nod and kisses your forehead.

“Nope, still no luck. But I promise you that I am doing the best I can.” To this you give him a sad smile.

“I know dad. I love you.”  

“Love you too, Pumpkin.” It was one of those great father daughter moments which you loved so much. But of course it had to be ruined.

“Hey, loser! You done yet?!” Yells Nat from her car. You roll your eyes and you father gives you a soft smile. “Oh, hey to you too dad!” This makes your father chuckle.

You and Natasha Romanoff have been friends since kindergarten. At the age of 7 she accidentally called your father ‘dad’ and she hasn’t stopped calling him that ever since. Your father, the great father he is, of course doesn’t mind it. He finds it rather funny actually. But your mother rolls her eyes every time she heart Natasha say it. Sometimes she even gets angry at her.

“Hello daughter! Have fun at school you two.” You thank him and get into Nat’s car.

“Ready for today?” She asks you.

“Hell no.”

 The first person to greet you is your boyfriend of two years, Pietro Maximoff. He gives you a soft kiss on your cheek (Natasha might have forbidden us to ever really kiss each other in her presence) and walks alongside me with his arm wrapped around my waist to ‘our’ table in the school cafeteria. It wasn’t officially our table, but no one ever sits at it because we do. And some of us can get really angry if outsiders sit there, but I’m not giving you any names. Never mind. It was Natasha.

“A very, very, very good morning hotshot.” The infamous Tony Stark greets you while flashing a playful smile and giving you a wink.

“Well, my morning definitely became good as I saw your face for the first time today.” This flirting has been our thing since the day we became friends.

“Back off, Stark.” Pietro growls. It still surprises you how jealous he can get even though you have told him so many times that it is just some playful flirting between the two of you.

“Don’t worry, Piet. I’m yours and only yours.” You smile up at him. Pietro is just about to lean in to give you a quick peck on your cheek but then Natasha clears her throat, letting you guys know that you are about to cross her line.

“You’re such a buzzkill.” You say, shoving her back right into the arms of her boyfriend who just arrived, Clint Barton. She whips her head around and gives him a fierce kiss on the lips.

“Nope.” Pietro mumbles as he yanks Nat away from Clint. “You ruin my fun because you are disgusted by seeing people kiss, so now I’m gonna ruin your fun too.” You let out a soft giggle to which Natasha scowls at you.

“Didn’t see that coming?” At this Pietro flashes you a proud smile. You just used the first sentence that was exchanged between the two of you.

Natasha had again, for the third time in two weeks dragged you along to watch Clint play rugby. Clint is a linebacker, just like your two other shared friends, Sam Wilson and Thor Odinson. You were sitting front row, way too close to the field and the players to your liking. The game had been going on for about half an hour and you had started to lose interest. You had picked up your phone and were texting Scott.

“Y/N WATCH OUT!!” You hear Natasha scream and as you look up you can see the rugby ball or whatever they call that weird shaped thing, coming direct towards your face. It’s all going so fast that you just close your eyes and brace yourself for the pain. But it never comes. As you slowly and carefully open your eyes you see the teams quarterback, Pietro Maximoff standing right in front of you with the rugby ball in his hands.

“Didn’t see that coming?”

And now you are a little over 2 years further, still happy and in love. After hearing the bell the group splits up and walk to their classes. You start with math today, a class you have with Wanda Maximoff, Pietro’s twin sister. She never hangs out with your group because she gets really shy in front of a lot of people, but when you hang out with her alone or with Pietro she’s a great friend. At school she mostly hangs out with four of the biggest nerds in school: Helen Cho, Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. And they were all weird and annoying in their own way. You couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that Wanda was able to hang out with those losers the whole day.

I’ll give you a few facts about them.

Helen Cho is this girl that will cry when she gets a grade lower than an 8. She desperately wants to become a doctor or a surgeon or something like that. It’s just ridiculous.

Bruce Banner is that kind of guy that seems shy and quiet and is shy and quiet but has anger issues that will make your jaw drop. Oh and also, he wants to become a scientist. I know, weird right?

Steve Rogers is this really artistic guy. His drawings are pretty good but really lame. He used to be this little scrawny gut but he joined a gym and right now is looking as buff and handsome as ever. Such a shame.

And then there is Bucky Barnes. Well his real name is James Buchanan Barnes but everybody just calls him Bucky. The guy is very good with inventing weird shit with metal end electricity or something. He’s got this bionic arm, self-made apparently. Really weird. Another nickname Nat often uses is Mr. Metal arm.

Math was just as boring as usual. Your teacher, Mr. Coulson, has this horrible sense of humor and this awkward aura around him that makes it even worse. After two hours of Mr. Coulson’s torture you bid your goodbye to Wanda and walk out of the classroom in search of Natasha.

Just when you see your best friend round the corner you feel something hard crash into you. You expect to fall so you screw your eyes shut and prepare yourself for the worst, but it never comes. You hear books clattering to the ground and you feel two strong arms, one warm and one cold, wrap around your waist. You get this strange feeling of a déjà vu as you carefully open your eyes, afraid to fall anyway. What you didn’t expect was to be staring straight into Bucky’s piercing blue eyes as he gives you a worried look. Normally you would insult him for doing this but it seems as if your voice has completely vanished. Bucky pulls you up to your feet again but his hands had yet to leave your waist.

“I-I’m so s-sorry, Y/N. I d-didn’t mean t-t-to run into y-you like that.” He stuttered, clearly afraid of your reaction. Just as your voice seemed to make its appearance again you heard an familiar voice boom through the hallway.

“Get your filthy hands off my girlfriend, you asshole!” Pietro’s words make Bucky take his hands off your waist and into the air as a sight of surrender.

“I-I didn’t m-mea-“ Bucky got cut off as Pietro hit him square in the face. Pietro keeps hitting and kicking Bucky and Natasha helps him by calling Bucky the most awful names. And that’s when you realize it.

It has gone too far.

This has gone way too far.

The moment your voice finally catches up to your mind you immediately step up.

“Stop!” You try, but in vain. Neither of them seem to notice you.

“Quit it! Quit it right now!” this time you really scream. The stop their torture to look up at you. Pietro is hovering above Bucky and is holding him by his collar. His hand is formed into a fist and Nat is crouched next to them.

“This has gone way too far. I am going to take him to the school nurse now and I’ll talk to the two of you later.” You say sternly. “Now let go of Bucky or I’ll make you.” Pietro does as you say and while he and Nat walk off you help Bucky up on his feet. You have to keep supporting him while walking and at first it’s quiet. After a while you decide to be the one to speak up first.

“I-I’m so sorry.” You look down at the moving floor, ashamed.

“Oh, it’s okay. It’s not like you could’ve prevented it.” He shrugs, but seems to regret it right after. Apparently that really hurt.

“No, I mean like… I’m really sorry. For everything. The way I’ve treated you and your friends is just pathetic. I feel so ashamed for doing it and only realizing now that I’ve been horrible.” You sigh.

“Oh, that. It’s okay I guess. At least you didn’t let your boyfriend kill me, right?” He chuckles. You finally find the courage to look up at him.

“Yeah, I guess I can be pretty great when I’m not acting like a complete bitch.” You flash him an apologetic smile.



“You really were a complete bitch.”

Did you like it? Let me know if I need to make a part two!

The Phantom of the Opera: Gaston Leroux

Moodboard challenge issued by @rjdaae - a Phantom moodboard that must include 5 colors, only one of which can be red, black, or gold. No candles, statues, or generic masquerade masks.

Alas, I fear I bent the “no statues” rule, but in my defense there’s only so much of the Opera Populaire one can fit into a moodboard square, and obviously if I was going to go for it I had to do the rooftop.