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Aaaaaangst

When even the pigeons have better game than you

(Just in case, guys, I'm not dead, but homework is starting to pile and I still try to keep coloring as much pages as I can so I can churn out the christmas chapter on christmas and I have biomimicry, robotic, ergonomy and hydraulic projects all needing shit for soon. Haha. Why did I do that to myself. Why.)


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Le Lion, Le Chien et Le Corbeau : Chapter 8 "Capillotracté"

No, chapter 8 isn't done, i'm only halfway throught inking.

Yes, that hasn't stopped me from making the cover already.

Also I'm real salty "capillotracté" doesn't have an english equivalent. It's a good word.


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I lied, chapter 8 is already up ~

TAPAS or WEBTOON


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Now on WF !


So this month's challenge on my new art discord was "give your OCs a job"

Louis is a model, Emilie a lifeguard/firefighter ~

(That red star is my "team"'s logo btw)


Promare AU

Okay so I love Promare and I love my babies so an AU was bound to happen

In which Crows is the Mad Burnish leader (and i dunno who his lieutenants are), Emilie is a mix of Galo and Aina but with more brain, and Louis is the meek secretary of Governor Maria

Plot and spoilers for movie under


The first half of the movie is the same,,,,

  • The second half doesnt happen at all because Louis fucking murder the governor during the dragon scene (cf the little comic strip)

  • Said murder calm down both Emilie and Crows, who then cooperate to use the Prometh Lab info given by Louis to find the Deus Ex Machina and still end up burning Earth to close the rift

  • Meanwhile Louis got arrested for murder. But he also has a shitton of incriminating evidence against Gov' Maria, the Parnassus scientists, and other political figures. Turns out he's been undercover for personnal revenge for years (boyfriend was a burnish and got killed)

  • So everyone is a bit confused

  • But somehow Louis manage to get all the burnish crimes on him while Maria's entourage fall with him

  • He got life sentence, but Crows, Emilie, and former burnish lawyers are working to change that

  • They videocall him every week. Crows and Emilie are now roomates.

  • They have also been appointed as de-facto specialists of burnish and help with new settlements and fighting prejudice. (i.e Crows punch people while Emilie make speeches on TV)

  • Except one day there's incident

  • Louis has somehow reawaken his Promare

  • And now the other two must juggle hiding this from the public, dealing with a now half-mute and very traumatized Louis and find out how the fuck it all happened as fast as humanly possible...

  • Turns out Louis was assaulted in jail

  • And turns out some Promare developped a sense of individuality after fusing with human for so long. So they were unhappy to leave and decided to come back. Louis' one was the first to manage it, fueled by the fear and anger of its host

  • There's much less of them (couple hundred?) So the Earth is no longer at risk. But theyre all talking to Louis at once which explain his whole "overwhelmed h24" state

  • In the end only the ones who liked being Burnish get their Promare back, Emilie and Crows have to fight many more people but there is no civil war, and Louis somehow get into politics after exposing the private life of a corrupted official


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LLLC Victorian Orphanage AU anyone? 👀

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Victorian Era, London

Louis is the illegitimate child of of a high-class prostitute and some Lord.

Everything is well and fine until his mother get sick (tuberculosis?). She quickly lose all all her clients, and her savings, and end up indebted yet does not get much better. Desperate, Louis step into the trade himself to provide for the both of them. Despite his best effort, his mother end up dying a couple months after.

His situation, however, is not that bad : he's quickly gathered customers of his own, and live a comfortable, if "depraved", life. This goes on for a little while, until he snatch up Georges, a member of the Royal family. He becomes pretty much his only client, allowing him to lead a life quite like a rich noble. This doesn't please the real nobles, who deem him lower than some carpet stain. Louis takes pleasure in taunting them, enjoying his gold-digger status.

Then, this all goes to shit when the Prince himself dies. Terribly violently. Assassinated. And, of course, every single person of his entourage pin the blame on Louis. Who get arrested, detained, forcefully questioned (read: tortured) about his role in Georges' death.

Oh, they find out rather fast that he's got nothing to do with that mess : but it's too late. Borgne, scarred, disfigured and disgraced in the eyes of high society, he fell from the highest courtesan there was, to just another unlucky prostitute. His clients are few, not paying well, and not very nice to him either most of the time.

It's only a matter of time before he's expulsed from his lodging, and has to disappear in the dangerous and filthy streets of the capital. No one knows what happens to him there, but they don't hear any news, and thinks him dead.

Slowly, he's forgotten by all but a handful, and and his name only remains as a painful reminder of what falling from the grace of the powerfuls means…

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The Dubois are nouveaux riches. They even bought a nobility title (squire? Knight ?) not long ago, what a consecration for a merchant family!

That does not please everyone in the family. Notably, Christopher, who really really doesn't enjoy all the annoying social etiquette and shit that goes with attending nobles event.

So, most of the time, he leaves the boring duties to his older brother - the actual heir, married but without child yet - and his mother - who divorced her husband and is happily expanding her commercial empire with her sons' help. Except for when actual intervention is needed, because his brother is a dumbass, so Chris handles technical matters as the 'heir representative'.

Anyway, from time to time, he escape that stuffy setting by disguising himself (read : borrow some manservant outfit) and explore the East End and other dangerous places around London.

And get into bar fights.

And get chased after by a bunch of rogue angry dockers that he may or may not have relieved of their money by cheating at a card game.

Who knows.

Point is, it's five against one, which would be fine if they had no weapons, but at least three of them carry knives, and he kinda don't wanna bleed the fuck out in a back alley, so running away it is.

He ends up trying to hide in a decrepit building, running to the unstable third floor, entering the first open room - and promptly tripping on some hobo sleeping on the ground here.

Turns out Louis did not die, and is surviving one way or another in the slums of London!

But Christopher doesn't know who that guy is, yet.

What he knows is that the angry fuckers are getting close, and the poor dude is going to have get involved even if he doesn't want to.

Louis also realized that, and, after shooting Chris a truly unimpressed stare, guide him through the windows and on the rooftops, away from his pursuers.

Mostly because he was squatting in that abandoned building, and if he's found out, he may just get a beating for being there.

Oh, well, that probably still count as a good deed anyway.

Neither of them mention the - unimportant - details as they run for their asses.

Chris end up thanking Louis, and leaving him some coins and his address, "Just in case I can help you as well!".

They separate, and go their own way.

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Louis survived by doing odd jobs - helping cleaning dishes or rooms at taverns & inns, moving garbage or cargo from boats to carriages, selling second hand clothes, etc…

Also, his main hobby consist of dismantling human trafficking rings in underground London.

He doesn't want anyone, woman or child, to go through the same ordeals as he did : so he helps them escape their captor, and send them to their family, the church, or a refuge held by some friends of his.

He gets roughed up more often than not, but is surprisingly good at it.

His life goes on okay enough until one day.

There's another fight, another rescue, other traumatised victims.

And a little girl that "does not trust any adults" because she got sold off by her remaining family. So she won't go to the church or the refuge : like some duckling imprinting on the first person she saw, she decided she'd stay with Louis.

He should probably have put up more of a fight, but, to be fair, he hasn't slept well in over a week, missed three meals back-to-back, and is wondering whether he's got cracked ribs or only bruising from his earlier run into a grunt - and his subsequent collision with a wall.

So, yeah, fuck it, Amélie comes with Louis to live in his shitty one-piece filthy appartement.


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Part 2 !

Things are… quite awkward at first.

It’d probably be weirdeir if they weren’t, to be honest.

Once a bit more mentally coherent, Louis curse himself, his life, the country, God, and a number of inanimate objects for his past decision. He then try to convince Amélie that he is an absolute trainwreck of a person that can’t even correctly take care of himself and that, therefore, is the worst option as an adoptive parent, and really, the refuge wouldn’t sucks that much, yeah?

Needless to say, he doesn’t convince her. At all.

So they make things work, one way or another.

It’s actually not that bad, once they think about it.

Both are traumatised and quite emotionally constipated at the moment, so neither speak about their feelings, but they look out for each others. Amélie reminds Louis to eat and sleep, Louis tames the bird nest that is her hair and buy her clothes that are not more holes than fabric.

Of course, it’s not perfect either : Louis still can’t really makes ends meets, especially now that he has a child to care for, so he’s still working tiring jobs more often than not. Amélie stays with a nice old lady neighbor during the day, and they eat supper together in the room, or take some meal from a street vendor when night falls. Neither will admit it, but they also have way less nightmares since they started living together.

Also cuddling is nice, but, once again : emotionally constipated for the moment.

Anyway, it gets to the point that they start to appear as a real parent-child pair.

Louis even manage to sew a crude fabric doll and a couple dresses for it with some scrap fabrics he brought back from one of his job. The doll is dubbed “Cathy”, and immediately becomes Amélie’s most prised possession.

Things are going rather well!

Until they aren’t, because, of course, nice things can’t last forever.

Louis is getting more tired, and between his jobs and “hobby”, Amélie stay longer at the nice old lady’s place.

Except that lady’s middle aged son has came back to live with her, and so, when she goes out to the market or something, he’s the one looking after Amélie.

And, of fucking course, he’s creepy as fuck. Like, red flag creepy.

Amélie bear with it at first.

He doesn’t do anything, other than breathing heavily while next to her, and making disgusting comments, and, yeah, he’s 100% a fucking pedo, but he hasn’t touched her yet, so it’s fine, no need to bother Louis, right?

Yeah, no, bad call. The dude get more daring with each passing day, while she gets more fidgety and stressed.

It all comes to a brutal end some weeks later.

The nice old lady is gone again, the bastard has her cornered in the room, and this time, she knows this is gonna be bad. She’s about to screams her lungs off when the door open, and Louis waltz in, looking tired but happy, “Hey Amy, I finished early today, so we could-”

And he sees the scene.

And he promptly shove the guy into a cupboard, snarling at him, threatening him of multiple and painful body parts removals if he ever dare to lay a hand on even a single hair of his precious girl. He finish it with a fist in the jaw and a kick in the balls, before taking Amélie home.

This night, there’s the sound of two people bawling their eyes out coming from the room, and a lot of milk and honey consumed during some long, long tearful rants.

It goes without saying that Amélie never step foot into the nice old lady’s place after that.

She’s also way less nicer now that she’s noticed her neighbor giving her son the stink eye, and the latter cowering when he sees them. Not that it matters much.

Though, that raise another problem : Amélie can’t possibly stay alone in the room while Louis’ gone, right?

She’s barely seven or eight, and the door isn’t that resistant, and Louis has kinda turned into a helicopter parent after what happened, so leaving her alone is out of the question.

They try to brainstorm, but really, there’s no obvious solution.

Except for…

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“Are… Are you sure you’ve got the right place..?”

“...That’s… what is written on the paper…”

“...But…”

This is how our two protagonists ends up where they are.

Which is : in front of a large, clean, frankly bling-bling huge ass manor in the upper class neighbourhood, with a “Dubois” gold covered plate plastered to its marble door frame.

Amélie is quite doubtful that the dude he helped once in the slums would be living here, and, frankly, he can’t blame her. He’s trying to make up excuses, like, maybe he’s a butler or something, but he’s more and more convinced the asshole just gave him a false address.

Ah, whatever, nothing to lose.

He ends up ringing the bell, steeling himself for disappointment.

A actual butler, wearing black slacks, and white gloves, and a grey mustache shining almost as much as his polished shoes, open the door, and his polite and blank facade is quickly replaced by barely hidden disgust.

“What do you filthy street rats want?”

Fair, Louis can’t remember the last time he took a bath.

It’s already looking bad, but he push on anyway.

“Uh… I got a paper… there was a man… uhm, is there a Christopher…? In the staff, or…”

“I don’t know what you are saying. Are you going to make me lose my time, or will you leave already?”

Well, here goes his last option. Dejected, Louis pat Amélie on the head, and is about to turn back -

“Sebastian? Who’s at the - Oh! Hey, rooftop guy! Is that you?!”

And the dude Louis helped that night, who was wearing worn pants, dirt on his face after scuffling with the dockers, cap askew and hair wild after running around, is now decked in a nice grey suit, the fitted veston accentuating his waist and shoulders shapes, a tiny and tidy ponytail completing the posh look.

“... Is that your friend?” ask Amélie at the same time as the man named Sebastian indignantly wonder “You know those peasants, young master?!”

Louis’ brain is working hard to not shut down, so he just let out a meek “Heeeeeeeh...”

Luckily, Chris takes the lead, inviting them inside for tea - despite the obvious objections of his butler (“He’s got a butler????”).

Awkward does not even begin to describe the following conversation, and, wow, Sebastian is quite good at passive-aggressively serving tea and making you feel like dog shit while only saying generic sentences.

Christopher is also quite good at ignoring him and doing what he wants, and, before an hour has passed, an agreement has been reached and Amélie is to be looked after by Chris. Or maybe by his army of domestics, he’s not quite sure of the details. Both Amélie and Louis feel a bit overwhelmed, but hey, they got what they needed, so it’s a win! … Probably?


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Part 3 !

The carpet is white.

Clutching Cathy like her life depends on it, Amélie is staring at the carpet.

The white carpet.

She idly wonders if it’s going to end up catching fire if she keeps at it, and immediately shakes her head and look away.

She’s never seen a carpet so white.

Or anything, really, considering the most popular colors in the slums are seventy shades of shit-brown and piss-yellow. Not by choice, obviously, but everything ends up dirtied one way or another, and laundry isn’t a priority for many.

Back to the problem at hand : the carpet. That she has to cross. To sit down on a chair.

She’s scared shitless of accidentally staining said carpet with her dirty shoes.

Or dirty anything.

Heck, even if she sold herself, she probably wouldn’t be able to pay for a quarter of that carpet!

Which is why she’s been standing on the edge for the past twelve minutes, looking vaguely constipated - not in an emotional way - while holding her doll.

Maybe she should just sit down on the ground near the wall? The floor here is cleaner than the one chair Louis owns, after all…

However, before she can take a decision, Christopher, who had been speaking to someone - another domestic? Maybe? There’s way too many people here… Although, given how big the house is, it’s logic that there would be many people living inside, and -

Anyway, Christopher is back, and - and just stepped on the white carpet with his shoes.

There are slightly grey imprints in it now.

“What are you doing? C’mon, sit down.”

Agonizing over the no-longer white carpet, Amélie close her eyes, willing herself to not look at the probably very ugly, very dirty mud-brown tracks she’s making, and goes to sit at the table.

And start fidgeting again, because, wow, that’s a nice table. And a nice tablecloth. And a nice flower pot. And -

Everything is too nice, how much money does that guy have???

“You’re rather quiet, uh. Aren’t you a bit hungry? Want a snack?”

She nods.

And regrets it, because it’s the mean-looking butler from the door who brought the plate, and he’s. Glaring at her. Hard.

She can’t stop a relieved sigh from escaping when Christopher send him away with a lazy hand movement.

“Haha, yeah, Sebastian is a stick in the mud, but don’t worry, he won’t do anything misplaced. Anyway, what would you like to eat? You can pick anything.”

The plate is covered in food. There’s sandwiches, filled with ruby-like jams, scones with powdered sugar, golden madeleines, and some tiny biscuits with almonds or whatever on it.

It looks divine.

She hesitates, but Christopher smiles at her, so she quickly stuff one of the madeleine in her mouth before he takes it back.

It taste like butter. And cake? She’s not sure, she’s never eaten anything like that before. One thing for sure, it’s delicious.

She eats a couple more, try the other kinds too, but…

“Ah, what’s wrong? You had enough?”

A bit more fidgeting, and -

“Can… Can I take one for later? Or two? I’ll put them in my pocket, and not bother y- ”

“You are not putting scones in your pocket. The hell. This’ll make a mess. I’ll give you a paper bag, yeah?”

“Oh. ...T-thanks.”

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Louis is at the door exactly at the time he had said, and if he’s slightly disheveled and panting from running, well, that’s no one business but his.

He’s rang the bell, and is now anxiously waiting outside, that bast- unhelpful butler having closed the door after saying he’d call for the “young master”.

Actually, isn’t the fact that he’s calling an adult man “young master” very rude? ...The dude himself probably hasn’t even realized it. Maybe his father, the actual house master, enjoy having a rude butler around? That was a fad at some point, if he remembers correctly.

Rich people, really.

Can’t believe he was one of them at some point.

The door finally open, and a child-sized bundle spring out and jump in his arms.

“Amélie?!? Are you okay? Did you got hurt? Did anyone said rude things to you? Did they treat you badly? Are you - “

“M’fine. Happy you’re here. T’was stuffy.”

“Hey, I take offense! We did not mistreat your kid.” grumble Christopher, behind her.

“Well. That’s the bare minimum.” mutters Louis. “Thank you for today, sorry we bothered you, see ya next time.” He quickly - and loudly - finish.

Amélie trust a paper bag toward him, loudly whispering : “You’ve gotta try this, it’s real rich people food and it’s good.”

“Ah, is that so? Thanks for keeping some for me… “

Christopher snorts at their exchange, and watch them go for a bit longer before turning back inside.

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During the next few weeks, these exchanges happen more often, and, slowly but surely, get less… formal.

Amélie get introduced to the rest of the Dubois family : Jean, Christopher’s older brother, who always looks angry (At her? At him? At the world? Who knows). He’s not that bad, since he ignores her. His wife is much the same.

Christopher’s younger brother, however, is an ass.

Nicolas is a couple years older than Amélie, and the fucker has a way of telling insults with just a look on his face that piss her off. He’s lucky she doesn’t want to make a fuss, or he’d have gotten a fist to the face, or a kick to the balls, already.

(Well, she’s overheard Christopher and some other domestics put up a betting pool about who’d win if they really started speaking with their fists, so she’s not that worried about the consequences. Plus, she’s a street kid, so she knows more about fighting dirty than this sissy does. Also, she’s damn proud Christopher bet on her.)

She’s started earnestly listening to the maid that Christopher asked to teach her reading just so she can beat him at this too.

Learning is not that bad, it’s even kind of interesting, thanks to Lucie, the youngest of the Dubois. She’s around Amélie’s age, and while she’s way more advanced in her studies, she’s always happy to help Amélie with hard words, or do some of the lesson with her to keep her motivated.

Also, she’s the only Dubois with an real smile.

Like, not a “I-have-corpses-in-my-backyard” smile.

Yeah, Nicolas and Christopher’s smiles are that bad.

Lastly, she met the Madame, their mother, a couple time. She’s a nice, laid-back lady, despite being the house master. Mistress?

She’s divorced, but doing rather fine on her own. She’s nice to Amélie.

Probably related to that conversation about “For fuck’s sake, are you sure it’s not a kidnapping? A friend? You have friends?!? Oh sweet mother of - finally, you’re growing up and getting you head out of your ass, Chris! Amen, don’t fuck this up!”

She gave Amélie more madeleines, to share with Louis, so she’s an ally for sure.

Other benefits from being babysit by the Dubois include more free food - she try to not ask for too much, but Louis probably isn’t eating as much as her, she knows he pretended to have already eaten when they were out of food, so she’s not ashamed to beg a bit - and getting clean.

That was the only thing Mr. Dubois forced on her : a bath.

And while, at first, she went like a prisoner went to the gallows, the experience ended up being not too traumatising, and even rather pleasant.

A bath! With hot water!!!

Rich people have it so easy!

She’s also gotten closer with Christopher himself. She realized he wasn’t as much as a stuffy dude as he looked like, so she’s not so afraid to speak her mind to him now.

The butler still glares at her most of the time, though.

Well, whatever, you can’t like everyone.

Amélie is glad Louis and Christopher became… friend is too strong of a word, so, acquaintances?

This is much easier and better for everyone involved !


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Part 4 !


It’s fine.

Everything is fine.

...Too fine ?

That’s what Louis keep thinking about during the next few weeks.

No-one has gotten hurt during that time, and Amélie’s nightmares have also decreased in frequency.

They’re both well-fed, even able to indulge in pastries given by Christopher or the maids.

Amélie is happy at the Dubois’ houses, and even learning things such as reading and writing and poesy and all the more or less important stuff that he wanted to teach her but never had the time too.

So it’s good !

... So why does he feel so bitter ?

Maybe he’s just worried for nothing.

His own nightmares have not gotten better.

He’s been a bit on edge lately ; there has been hints of a massive human trafficking network working somewhere, but he can’t do anything about it yet. He’s got neither the information nor the time to work it out, so maybe he’s feeling guilty because of this ?

That’s what he keep repeating in his head over and over.

And then.

It’s a tuesday.

A day like any other.

He worked a full day at a factory. Canning not-so fresh fish.

He’s tired.

More than he’s been in months.

But he can already feel relief and happiness swell in his chest when he see Amelie waiting for him at the Dubois’, and the laugh he let out when she jumps into his arms is genuine.

As usual, on the way home, she babbles about her day’s lessons, about the great food she ate today, about how Lucie is an angel and Nicolas the worst imp ever - because calling him a devil would be too good…

Louis’ only half listening, but he hums and prompt her to keep speaking.

Because it’s much better than the tense silence she used to shut herself in.

They get home.

He doesn’t prepare dinner, since Amélie told him she already ate, and he doesn’t feel like cooking just for himself.

He puts her to bed.

And.

The doll she carry around isn’t Cathy.

Cathy is a ratty cloth doll, whose dress is made of colorful but old shirt scraps.

He knows, because he’s the one who sew her.

The one is her arm is a beautiful porcelain doll, with gorgeous light brown hair, forest green glass eyes, a dress and shoes made of a matching shimmering peach satin.

It’s… a pretty toy. One which probably cost a lot.

“...Where does that doll comes from ?”

“Oh ! Her name’s Rose ! It’s a gift from Chris ! I said that was too much, but then he was - “

Amélie has launched into some explication of the argument she had with Christopher over receiving such a thing, but Louis isn’t listening anymore.

Because, it hit him right then.

The whole situation.

It’s like the dolls.

He’s keeping a kid with him, with his broken and busted and trauma-riddled ass, in this decrepit apartment where he barely has enough food for one, if he even feed himself, when there’s a gilded manor of gold and porcelain where an almost noble family is happy to raise her for him, providing the best of everything she may need.

He’s… such a failure of a parent.

He let out a small self-deprecating laugh.

Shouldn’t be surprised at this, considering he’s just a failure in general.

Amélie has stopped talking, and she seems worried about him, but he quickly regain his composure, kissing her forehead and wishing her a good night while he goes for his own cot.

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The next day, he looks as bright as ever - or, well, as bright as one can get at six a.m knowing they have a twelve hour shift at a fish canning factory - and Amélie thinks it was a fluke.

He’s been very tired lately, after all !

Is he’s getting sick ?

That’s worrying, maybe she should ask Chris for some medicine.

And more food !

Louis loves the madeleines, he will definitely cheer up if she brings some home tonight !

Determined, Amélie goes about her day as usual.

After dinner, she’s buzzing with nervous energy as she clasp her hands around the small package containing both buttery madeleines and bitter but efficient fever-reducing medicine.

And she waits.

Night fall, and Louis should be here soon.

She waits.

The maids put Lucie to sleep, but Louis is still not here.

She waits.

Christopher is starting to look worried. He says she should stay the night.

That maybe, something came up at work, and Louis could not leave early enough.

He says he’ll be here at daybreak tomorrow.

She believes him, and she goes to sleep in soft sheets and feathers-filled pillows.

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The next day, Louis doesn’t come.

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Neither does he the day after that.

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A full week later, even Nicolas has stopped teasing her.

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When Christopher and a butler - not the asshole, but a nice old man with some knowledge of first aid - bring her to the apartment, they’re afraid of finding Louis injured, sick to the point of not being able to walk, maybe.

They don’t.

They don’t find him at all.

The room is empty.

There was never much personal stuff thrown around the place, to being with.

It was less of a “home” and more of a “place to sleep” for both of them.

But now, it’s empty.

Christopher is less worried, and more angry now.

Amélie feels…

She doesn’t feel much.

He’s abandoned her, that much she knows.

Why ?

Why not.

They’re not blood related, after all.

He probably thought she was a burden.

Like her family before.

At least he was nice enough to leave her with people who could care for her, instead of throwing her to the streets, or selling her.

She should probably be thankful for that.

Right ?

Amélie, much like the room, feels empty.


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Four seasons 🌼☀️🍂❄️

(Repost, because now I can put them together but as separate pictures! Yay!)


@08roxy80 One of the little doodle convos I've been working on of these two during my procrastination. In which the meta is further addressed.

Transcript of my shit writing under the read more


Jasvin: You better not get that drunk the next time we go drinking. The fuck are you gonna do if I'm not around to carry your drunk ass home? (and did you really have to throw up on my boots?)

Louis: Sorry about that.

Louis: By the way, what's up with you and my doppelganger? (I mean you did kinda drop me when you saw him...)

Jasvin: ...

Jasvin: He's my boyfriend. He's the bastard who I love very much. (But it's fine cause I'm also a bit of a bitch myself.)

Louis: Aww, so that's the guy you were talking about last night!


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Le Lion, Le Chien et Le Corbeau : Chapter 7 Online

The time has come my dudes

We finally begin Arc 1 of LLLC with that chapter!

Trigger warning for this chapter : Louis' got some sort of panic attack on pages 18-19 (though it kinda 'starts' earlier but it's mostly page 18)

As usual, posted on WEBTOON and TAPAS (and probably WF but later)


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First acrylic painting on canvas !

Spent two days adding layer after layer... tradi painting is harder than I thought ! :3

Dunno if you can see it, but I used metallic gold paint on the hair & jewellery !

(Also my dad say this looks like a 70's jesus hippie painting but I disagree)


(Mini) FE Niles Cosplay !

Just because the only con I ever go to got cancelled does not mean I can't do cosplay at home. Or, in this case, mini cosplay.

Isn't he cute ?

@jasvinfellover I'm tagging you because I wanna hear your screams


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LLLC Victorian Orphanage AU anyone? 👀

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Victorian Era, London

Louis is the illegitimate child of of a high-class prostitute and some Lord.

Everything is well and fine until his mother get sick (tuberculosis?). She quickly lose all all her clients, and her savings, and end up indebted yet does not get much better. Desperate, Louis step into the trade himself to provide for the both of them. Despite his best effort, his mother end up dying a couple months after.

His situation, however, is not that bad : he's quickly gathered customers of his own, and live a comfortable, if "depraved", life. This goes on for a little while, until he snatch up Georges, a member of the Royal family. He becomes pretty much his only client, allowing him to lead a life quite like a rich noble. This doesn't please the real nobles, who deem him lower than some carpet stain. Louis takes pleasure in taunting them, enjoying his gold-digger status.

Then, this all goes to shit when the Prince himself dies. Terribly violently. Assassinated. And, of course, every single person of his entourage pin the blame on Louis. Who get arrested, detained, forcefully questioned (read: tortured) about his role in Georges' death.

Oh, they find out rather fast that he's got nothing to do with that mess : but it's too late. Borgne, scarred, disfigured and disgraced in the eyes of high society, he fell from the highest courtesan there was, to just another unlucky prostitute. His clients are few, not paying well, and not very nice to him either most of the time.

It's only a matter of time before he's expulsed from his lodging, and has to disappear in the dangerous and filthy streets of the capital. No one knows what happens to him there, but they don't hear any news, and thinks him dead.

Slowly, he's forgotten by all but a handful, and and his name only remains as a painful reminder of what falling from the grace of the powerfuls means…

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The Dubois are nouveaux riches. They even bought a nobility title (squire? Knight ?) not long ago, what a consecration for a merchant family!

That does not please everyone in the family. Notably, Christopher, who really really doesn't enjoy all the annoying social etiquette and shit that goes with attending nobles event.

So, most of the time, he leaves the boring duties to his older brother - the actual heir, married but without child yet - and his mother - who divorced her husband and is happily expanding her commercial empire with her sons' help. Except for when actual intervention is needed, because his brother is a dumbass, so Chris handles technical matters as the 'heir representative'.

Anyway, from time to time, he escape that stuffy setting by disguising himself (read : borrow some manservant outfit) and explore the East End and other dangerous places around London.

And get into bar fights.

And get chased after by a bunch of rogue angry dockers that he may or may not have relieved of their money by cheating at a card game.

Who knows.

Point is, it's five against one, which would be fine if they had no weapons, but at least three of them carry knives, and he kinda don't wanna bleed the fuck out in a back alley, so running away it is.

He ends up trying to hide in a decrepit building, running to the unstable third floor, entering the first open room - and promptly tripping on some hobo sleeping on the ground here.

Turns out Louis did not die, and is surviving one way or another in the slums of London!

But Christopher doesn't know who that guy is, yet.

What he knows is that the angry fuckers are getting close, and the poor dude is going to have get involved even if he doesn't want to.

Louis also realized that, and, after shooting Chris a truly unimpressed stare, guide him through the windows and on the rooftops, away from his pursuers.

Mostly because he was squatting in that abandoned building, and if he's found out, he may just get a beating for being there.

Oh, well, that probably still count as a good deed anyway.

Neither of them mention the - unimportant - details as they run for their asses.

Chris end up thanking Louis, and leaving him some coins and his address, "Just in case I can help you as well!".

They separate, and go their own way.

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Louis survived by doing odd jobs - helping cleaning dishes or rooms at taverns & inns, moving garbage or cargo from boats to carriages, selling second hand clothes, etc…

Also, his main hobby consist of dismantling human trafficking rings in underground London.

He doesn't want anyone, woman or child, to go through the same ordeals as he did : so he helps them escape their captor, and send them to their family, the church, or a refuge held by some friends of his.

He gets roughed up more often than not, but is surprisingly good at it.

His life goes on okay enough until one day.

There's another fight, another rescue, other traumatised victims.

And a little girl that "does not trust any adults" because she got sold off by her remaining family. So she won't go to the church or the refuge : like some duckling imprinting on the first person she saw, she decided she'd stay with Louis.

He should probably have put up more of a fight, but, to be fair, he hasn't slept well in over a week, missed three meals back-to-back, and is wondering whether he's got cracked ribs or only bruising from his earlier run into a grunt - and his subsequent collision with a wall.

So, yeah, fuck it, Amélie comes with Louis to live in his shitty one-piece filthy appartement.


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Part 2 !

Things are… quite awkward at first.

It’d probably be weirdeir if they weren’t, to be honest.

Once a bit more mentally coherent, Louis curse himself, his life, the country, God, and a number of inanimate objects for his past decision. He then try to convince Amélie that he is an absolute trainwreck of a person that can’t even correctly take care of himself and that, therefore, is the worst option as an adoptive parent, and really, the refuge wouldn’t sucks that much, yeah?

Needless to say, he doesn’t convince her. At all.

So they make things work, one way or another.

It’s actually not that bad, once they think about it.

Both are traumatised and quite emotionally constipated at the moment, so neither speak about their feelings, but they look out for each others. Amélie reminds Louis to eat and sleep, Louis tames the bird nest that is her hair and buy her clothes that are not more holes than fabric.

Of course, it’s not perfect either : Louis still can’t really makes ends meets, especially now that he has a child to care for, so he’s still working tiring jobs more often than not. Amélie stays with a nice old lady neighbor during the day, and they eat supper together in the room, or take some meal from a street vendor when night falls. Neither will admit it, but they also have way less nightmares since they started living together.

Also cuddling is nice, but, once again : emotionally constipated for the moment.

Anyway, it gets to the point that they start to appear as a real parent-child pair.

Louis even manage to sew a crude fabric doll and a couple dresses for it with some scrap fabrics he brought back from one of his job. The doll is dubbed “Cathy”, and immediately becomes Amélie’s most prised possession.

Things are going rather well!

Until they aren’t, because, of course, nice things can’t last forever.

Louis is getting more tired, and between his jobs and “hobby”, Amélie stay longer at the nice old lady’s place.

Except that lady’s middle aged son has came back to live with her, and so, when she goes out to the market or something, he’s the one looking after Amélie.

And, of fucking course, he’s creepy as fuck. Like, red flag creepy.

Amélie bear with it at first.

He doesn’t do anything, other than breathing heavily while next to her, and making disgusting comments, and, yeah, he’s 100% a fucking pedo, but he hasn’t touched her yet, so it’s fine, no need to bother Louis, right?

Yeah, no, bad call. The dude get more daring with each passing day, while she gets more fidgety and stressed.

It all comes to a brutal end some weeks later.

The nice old lady is gone again, the bastard has her cornered in the room, and this time, she knows this is gonna be bad. She’s about to screams her lungs off when the door open, and Louis waltz in, looking tired but happy, “Hey Amy, I finished early today, so we could-”

And he sees the scene.

And he promptly shove the guy into a cupboard, snarling at him, threatening him of multiple and painful body parts removals if he ever dare to lay a hand on even a single hair of his precious girl. He finish it with a fist in the jaw and a kick in the balls, before taking Amélie home.

This night, there’s the sound of two people bawling their eyes out coming from the room, and a lot of milk and honey consumed during some long, long tearful rants.

It goes without saying that Amélie never step foot into the nice old lady’s place after that.

She’s also way less nicer now that she’s noticed her neighbor giving her son the stink eye, and the latter cowering when he sees them. Not that it matters much.

Though, that raise another problem : Amélie can’t possibly stay alone in the room while Louis’ gone, right?

She’s barely seven or eight, and the door isn’t that resistant, and Louis has kinda turned into a helicopter parent after what happened, so leaving her alone is out of the question.

They try to brainstorm, but really, there’s no obvious solution.

Except for…

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“Are… Are you sure you’ve got the right place..?”

“...That’s… what is written on the paper…”

“...But…”

This is how our two protagonists ends up where they are.

Which is : in front of a large, clean, frankly bling-bling huge ass manor in the upper class neighbourhood, with a “Dubois” gold covered plate plastered to its marble door frame.

Amélie is quite doubtful that the dude he helped once in the slums would be living here, and, frankly, he can’t blame her. He’s trying to make up excuses, like, maybe he’s a butler or something, but he’s more and more convinced the asshole just gave him a false address.

Ah, whatever, nothing to lose.

He ends up ringing the bell, steeling himself for disappointment.

A actual butler, wearing black slacks, and white gloves, and a grey mustache shining almost as much as his polished shoes, open the door, and his polite and blank facade is quickly replaced by barely hidden disgust.

“What do you filthy street rats want?”

Fair, Louis can’t remember the last time he took a bath.

It’s already looking bad, but he push on anyway.

“Uh… I got a paper… there was a man… uhm, is there a Christopher…? In the staff, or…”

“I don’t know what you are saying. Are you going to make me lose my time, or will you leave already?”

Well, here goes his last option. Dejected, Louis pat Amélie on the head, and is about to turn back -

“Sebastian? Who’s at the - Oh! Hey, rooftop guy! Is that you?!”

And the dude Louis helped that night, who was wearing worn pants, dirt on his face after scuffling with the dockers, cap askew and hair wild after running around, is now decked in a nice grey suit, the fitted veston accentuating his waist and shoulders shapes, a tiny and tidy ponytail completing the posh look.

“... Is that your friend?” ask Amélie at the same time as the man named Sebastian indignantly wonder “You know those peasants, young master?!”

Louis’ brain is working hard to not shut down, so he just let out a meek “Heeeeeeeh...”

Luckily, Chris takes the lead, inviting them inside for tea - despite the obvious objections of his butler (“He’s got a butler????”).

Awkward does not even begin to describe the following conversation, and, wow, Sebastian is quite good at passive-aggressively serving tea and making you feel like dog shit while only saying generic sentences.

Christopher is also quite good at ignoring him and doing what he wants, and, before an hour has passed, an agreement has been reached and Amélie is to be looked after by Chris. Or maybe by his army of domestics, he’s not quite sure of the details. Both Amélie and Louis feel a bit overwhelmed, but hey, they got what they needed, so it’s a win! … Probably?


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Part 3 !

The carpet is white.

Clutching Cathy like her life depends on it, Amélie is staring at the carpet.

The white carpet.

She idly wonders if it’s going to end up catching fire if she keeps at it, and immediately shakes her head and look away.

She’s never seen a carpet so white.

Or anything, really, considering the most popular colors in the slums are seventy shades of shit-brown and piss-yellow. Not by choice, obviously, but everything ends up dirtied one way or another, and laundry isn’t a priority for many.

Back to the problem at hand : the carpet. That she has to cross. To sit down on a chair.

She’s scared shitless of accidentally staining said carpet with her dirty shoes.

Or dirty anything.

Heck, even if she sold herself, she probably wouldn’t be able to pay for a quarter of that carpet!

Which is why she’s been standing on the edge for the past twelve minutes, looking vaguely constipated - not in an emotional way - while holding her doll.

Maybe she should just sit down on the ground near the wall? The floor here is cleaner than the one chair Louis owns, after all…

However, before she can take a decision, Christopher, who had been speaking to someone - another domestic? Maybe? There’s way too many people here… Although, given how big the house is, it’s logic that there would be many people living inside, and -

Anyway, Christopher is back, and - and just stepped on the white carpet with his shoes.

There are slightly grey imprints in it now.

“What are you doing? C’mon, sit down.”

Agonizing over the no-longer white carpet, Amélie close her eyes, willing herself to not look at the probably very ugly, very dirty mud-brown tracks she’s making, and goes to sit at the table.

And start fidgeting again, because, wow, that’s a nice table. And a nice tablecloth. And a nice flower pot. And -

Everything is too nice, how much money does that guy have???

“You’re rather quiet, uh. Aren’t you a bit hungry? Want a snack?”

She nods.

And regrets it, because it’s the mean-looking butler from the door who brought the plate, and he’s. Glaring at her. Hard.

She can’t stop a relieved sigh from escaping when Christopher send him away with a lazy hand movement.

“Haha, yeah, Sebastian is a stick in the mud, but don’t worry, he won’t do anything misplaced. Anyway, what would you like to eat? You can pick anything.”

The plate is covered in food. There’s sandwiches, filled with ruby-like jams, scones with powdered sugar, golden madeleines, and some tiny biscuits with almonds or whatever on it.

It looks divine.

She hesitates, but Christopher smiles at her, so she quickly stuff one of the madeleine in her mouth before he takes it back.

It taste like butter. And cake? She’s not sure, she’s never eaten anything like that before. One thing for sure, it’s delicious.

She eats a couple more, try the other kinds too, but…

“Ah, what’s wrong? You had enough?”

A bit more fidgeting, and -

“Can… Can I take one for later? Or two? I’ll put them in my pocket, and not bother y- ”

“You are not putting scones in your pocket. The hell. This’ll make a mess. I’ll give you a paper bag, yeah?”

“Oh. ...T-thanks.”

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Louis is at the door exactly at the time he had said, and if he’s slightly disheveled and panting from running, well, that’s no one business but his.

He’s rang the bell, and is now anxiously waiting outside, that bast- unhelpful butler having closed the door after saying he’d call for the “young master”.

Actually, isn’t the fact that he’s calling an adult man “young master” very rude? ...The dude himself probably hasn’t even realized it. Maybe his father, the actual house master, enjoy having a rude butler around? That was a fad at some point, if he remembers correctly.

Rich people, really.

Can’t believe he was one of them at some point.

The door finally open, and a child-sized bundle spring out and jump in his arms.

“Amélie?!? Are you okay? Did you got hurt? Did anyone said rude things to you? Did they treat you badly? Are you - “

“M’fine. Happy you’re here. T’was stuffy.”

“Hey, I take offense! We did not mistreat your kid.” grumble Christopher, behind her.

“Well. That’s the bare minimum.” mutters Louis. “Thank you for today, sorry we bothered you, see ya next time.” He quickly - and loudly - finish.

Amélie trust a paper bag toward him, loudly whispering : “You’ve gotta try this, it’s real rich people food and it’s good.”

“Ah, is that so? Thanks for keeping some for me… “

Christopher snorts at their exchange, and watch them go for a bit longer before turning back inside.

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During the next few weeks, these exchanges happen more often, and, slowly but surely, get less… formal.

Amélie get introduced to the rest of the Dubois family : Jean, Christopher’s older brother, who always looks angry (At her? At him? At the world? Who knows). He’s not that bad, since he ignores her. His wife is much the same.

Christopher’s younger brother, however, is an ass.

Nicolas is a couple years older than Amélie, and the fucker has a way of telling insults with just a look on his face that piss her off. He’s lucky she doesn’t want to make a fuss, or he’d have gotten a fist to the face, or a kick to the balls, already.

(Well, she’s overheard Christopher and some other domestics put up a betting pool about who’d win if they really started speaking with their fists, so she’s not that worried about the consequences. Plus, she’s a street kid, so she knows more about fighting dirty than this sissy does. Also, she’s damn proud Christopher bet on her.)

She’s started earnestly listening to the maid that Christopher asked to teach her reading just so she can beat him at this too.

Learning is not that bad, it’s even kind of interesting, thanks to Lucie, the youngest of the Dubois. She’s around Amélie’s age, and while she’s way more advanced in her studies, she’s always happy to help Amélie with hard words, or do some of the lesson with her to keep her motivated.

Also, she’s the only Dubois with an real smile.

Like, not a “I-have-corpses-in-my-backyard” smile.

Yeah, Nicolas and Christopher’s smiles are that bad.

Lastly, she met the Madame, their mother, a couple time. She’s a nice, laid-back lady, despite being the house master. Mistress?

She’s divorced, but doing rather fine on her own. She’s nice to Amélie.

Probably related to that conversation about “For fuck’s sake, are you sure it’s not a kidnapping? A friend? You have friends?!? Oh sweet mother of - finally, you’re growing up and getting you head out of your ass, Chris! Amen, don’t fuck this up!”

She gave Amélie more madeleines, to share with Louis, so she’s an ally for sure.

Other benefits from being babysit by the Dubois include more free food - she try to not ask for too much, but Louis probably isn’t eating as much as her, she knows he pretended to have already eaten when they were out of food, so she’s not ashamed to beg a bit - and getting clean.

That was the only thing Mr. Dubois forced on her : a bath.

And while, at first, she went like a prisoner went to the gallows, the experience ended up being not too traumatising, and even rather pleasant.

A bath! With hot water!!!

Rich people have it so easy!

She’s also gotten closer with Christopher himself. She realized he wasn’t as much as a stuffy dude as he looked like, so she’s not so afraid to speak her mind to him now.

The butler still glares at her most of the time, though.

Well, whatever, you can’t like everyone.

Amélie is glad Louis and Christopher became… friend is too strong of a word, so, acquaintances?

This is much easier and better for everyone involved !


I want my mini!Émilie already... I was planning on making her this semester... fuck covid.

Her garde-robe is already coming along though, with the dress I made. P'tit!Louis will give it back later


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