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occupation : Tesco by day, drag queen by night
mood : Boner killer
lives in : Camden
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MessageSujet: Felix ♛ Beautiful pain   Lun 7 Jan - 0:56

Felix Leopold Saint-Clair
Wounds heal but scars still remain the same
surnom(s) : Son drag name est Seraphina Hayworth, parfois raccourci en Ser pour ses drag sisters.
date et lieu de naissance : 03/04/1993 à Liverpool, UK. A fierce ass Aries bitch.
nationalité(s) : Felix possède la double nationalité, il est anglais et français. C'est son père le français de l'histoire. Sa mère est une immigrée équatorienne mais il n'a pas la nationalité.
lieu de résidence : un petit appartement à Camden, sous les toits. C'est vraiment petit, et c'est vraiment le bazar.
occupation : Caissier chez Tesco le jour, drag queen la nuit.
statut :Felix est célibataire depuis presque dix ans.
orientation sexuelle : L'évidence, la différence. Pour ses parents, la tare. Il est homosexuel.
caractéristique(s) physique(s) : des tatouages en veux-tu en voilà, ils sont plutôt petits tout de même mais ils sont bien là. Il y a des cicatrices d'auto-mutilation sur ses cuisses.

I just wanna know you better now

→ un animal ? Pussy cat, obviously.
→ une saison ? L'été.
→ un objet ? Un rasoir.
→ une couleur ? Rouge.
→ un chiffre ? 4.
→ un endroit ? Camden Market, heaven on earth.
→ une odeur ? Gucci Guilty pour femme.
→ un plat ? A full traditional english breakfast.
→ un dessert ? Pancakes. Always pancakes.
→ une boisson ? Gin tonic.
→ une chanson ? Personal Jesus, Depeche Mode.
→ une série tv, un film, un livre ? Pose, Gilda, Buddha of Suburbia.
→ une maison de poudlard ? Serpentard, sûrement.
→ un superhéros ? Dorian Gray.
→ un site web ? Wikipedia.
→ une application ? Spotify.
→ un emoji ?
→ un hobby ? Performer.
→ une mauvaise habitude ? la cigarette.
→ une injure ? bloody hell.

bad seed
on n'oublie pas le joueur derrière l'écran
âge : Legal everywhere  (21 du coup)
localisation : région parisienne
chanson/film/série du moment : Venus (Lady Gaga), A star is born, RPDR
"and that's how I met ATW" : sur Bazzart (j'ai fouillé ma race pour trouver un forum où Felix ne serait pas la seule drag queen ET que je trouve assez cool pour m'inscrire)
français, english ou frenglish ? tout me va bébé
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crédits : tumblr, reddit
groupe : master of my fate
scénario, pré-lien ou inventé ? inventé.
un mot de fin : Felix est célibataire donc n'hésitez pas à slide dans mes mps si vous voulez changer ça


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MessageSujet: Re: Felix ♛ Beautiful pain   Lun 7 Jan - 0:56

a memory from the house that built me


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Felix est d’origine française par son père, anglaise et équatorienne par sa mère. ♛ Ses parents se sont rencontrés à l’occasion d’un rassemblement catholique à Liverpool, où habitait sa mère. Son père a donc quitté définitivement la France pour l’épouser. ♛ Malgré ses origines  françaises, Felix ne parle pas un mot de français. Il aurait pu, il était brillant à l’école dans toutes les matières sauf le français : il rejette violemment tout ce qui le rattache à ses parents. ♛ Il est le second enfant de ses parents, sa sœur aînée a deux ans de plus que lui. ♛ Dès l’enfance, Felix s’est intéressé à la danse, il aimait jouer avec les poupées de sa sœur, ce que son père lui a rapidement interdit. ♛ La religion tenait une grande place au sein de l’éducation des enfants Saint-Clair. Si sa sœur y était très réceptive, Felix se contentait essentiellement de faire comme on lui disait sans se poser trop de questions. ♛ A 5 ans, il a vu le clip de Frozen de Madonna à la télé et a décidé d’être Madonna quand il serait grand. ♛ Bien qu’il se soit toujours senti différent, il n’a pu comprendre cette différence que lorsqu’il s’est senti pour la première fois attiré par un garçon à l’âge de 13 ans. ♛ Il a été difficile pour lui d’accepter son homosexualité, bien qu’il n’y voie aucun mal ce n’était pas l’image que lui renvoyaient sa famille et la religion. ♛ A 15 ans, il a vécu sa première et unique relation amoureuse avec un garçon de son collège catholique, une classe au dessus de lui. ♛ D’autres garçons de l’école les ont dénoncés et ils ont été renvoyés. ♛ Durant deux ans, Felix a subi l’enfer. Régulièrement enfermé chez lui, il était forcé de jeûner, soumis à de nombreuses humiliations, corrections physiques de la part de son père, séances de prière dans l’espoir de chasser le péché. Il était devenu la honte de la famille. ♛ On lui a alors appris le suicide de son petit ami. A ce jour, il ne sait toujours pas si c’était la vérité ou une part du lavage de cerveau qu’on a voulu lui faire subir. ♛ A 18 ans, Felix s’est enfin enfui sans se retourner. Il est allé à Londres où il a travaillé en tant qu’escort pendant une année. Seul, perdu et détruit, il a sombré dans une dépression qu’il ne contenait que par les excès et l’auto-mutilation. ♛ Le soir de ses 19 ans, il sort dans un club où se produisent des drag queens. Séduit par le spectacle, il y voit le moyen d’exprimer quelque chose de lui autrement que dans l’auto-destruction et se lance à corps perdu dedans. Il arrête même l’escort et les excès qui l’accompagnent. ♛ Son drag name lui vient très naturellement. Seraphina signifie « l’ardente », quant à Hayworth il s’agit d’une référence à Gilda, personnage joué par Rita Hayworth qui représente pour lui l’idéal féminin. ♛ Son style de drag mêle old hollywood, burlesque et culture alternative. Il s’entraîne très dur durant des mois et au bout d’un an, il est autorisé à performer pour la première fois en public lors d’un événement. ♛ Peu à peu, il trouve un équilibre entre le drag et son métier de caissier – seul poste qu’il parvient à obtenir n’ayant aucun diplôme. L'auto-mutilation comme la drogue deviennent de l'histoire ancienne. ♛ Sa vie sentimentale est au point mort depuis dix ans, ce qui n’est pas le cas de sa vie sexuelle. Tout passe par le corps chez lui, le registre sentimental est blindé. Une carapace solide pour survivre. ♛ Le rapport de Felix à son corps est complexe, il aime ce qu’il devient grâce à ses tatouages et ses entraînements mais les cicatrices et le souvenir des coups de ceinture de son père sont toujours là pour lui rappeler son passé. ♛ Il n’arrive presque jamais qu’il ait plusieurs relations avec un même partenaire, il supporte mal la vulnérabilité. Tout doit se dérouler selon ses termes, il ne supporte pas que quelqu’un lui fasse des avances. C’est toujours lui qui fait le premier pas. ♛ Felix ne se drogue plus depuis six ans, en revanche il n’a arrêté ni la cigarette ni l’alcool, quoique de façon occasionnelle en ce qui concerne le deuxième. ♛ A son arrivée à Londres, il s'est beaucoup entraîné pour perdre son accent de Liverpool et il est maintenant difficile d'imaginer, à l'entendre, qu'il ne soit pas un pur londonien. ♛ Il fume exclusivement des Vogue superslim. Sa boisson de prédilection est le gin tonic. Son groupe préféré est Depeche Mode. Il préfère les chats plutôt que les chiens. Il rêve de rencontrer Dita von Teese. Son appartement est un bordel sans nom, il est incapable de s’organiser. Il passe beaucoup plus de temps qu'il ne l'admet à se raser pour éliminer le moindre poil.

♛ Histoire ♛

May 2009
Liverpool


“That shit fuckin’ hurts !” Felix blurted out. Ziggy sighed and pushed the needle further into Felix’s nostril. “You’re such a pussy. Stop talking.” He didn’t, ever, stop talking, but he sucked it up for once and concentrated on not tearing up. The redhead closed the home-made ring inserted in the new hole. It bled just a little. “There you go. All pretty,” he said before he lied down in the grass and lit a cigarette. Felix took the opportunity to discreetly wipe his eyes. The pain would go away quickly, that was for sure. He stretched and lied next to the boy, stealing a puff from his cigarette. He closed his eyes and everything felt so nice. It was May already and the sun, while still shy, started bringing quite comforting warmth. His hand wandered in the grass until it found Ziggy’s. The afternoons skipping class with him were the best bloody thing he’d ever known. So many first times on these afternoons. First cigarette – he wouldn’t admit it but he coughed like he was about to die. First listen to so many songs the ginger boy introduced him to – Bowie, Velvet Underground, Rolling Stones, it was all very outrageous. First love, too. Now, first piercing. At the beginning, they were just skipping class like all the other boys did once in a while – they just happened to stick together instead of sneaking into the girls school next door. At first, Felix pretended he didn’t want to go because his sister was studying there and would tell his parents, but he really only wanted to spend some time with the boy. He couldn’t care less about his folks. It wasn’t long before they fell head over heels in love. And then there was their first kiss, the first experiments and the first time they made love. Ziggy (his actual name was Jonas but no one used it outside of the teachers) was used to this – all of this – and guided Felix through every step. He was the rebel with his dyed hair and his piercings. Obviously, he was from London, sent away by his parents when they found out about his boyfriend. Rumour had it he even self-tattooed the f-word on his lower abdomen and Felix knew for a fact it was true. That was perhaps his favourite part of Ziggy’s body, and he knew every single inch of it like the back of his hand. Just like his soul. They knew each other by heart and their love was the most beautiful, pure thing Felix ever experienced – no amount of faith and grace and prayer taught by his parents would ever top that. And sure, he had just barely turned sixteen, but that was the oldest he’d ever been and he just knew there wouldn’t be anything better in his life. Just them together and the grass and the sun and a cigarette. Felix opened his eyes and let his head roll to the right. Ziggy was looking at him too. “Thank you,” he said before kissing his lips softly. In his eyes, he saw the world entire. He saw love and bliss and a flame of shared desire. Before they were together, there was only anger in Ziggy’s eyes, anger and the most heart wrenching sadness. A part of Felix felt so proud that he was able to change that. Who would have believed he had such power ? “You’re so handsome, you know ? Once we’re done here I’ll take you to London. You’ll love it there. They’ll love you, too.” Ziggy climbed on top of him. “Just like I do. And we’ll be free.” Felix smiled. Yes, that was a pleasant idea. London with his lover, far from the bigotry that forced them to hide from everyone. It would be a very pleasant life. “Promise ?” Ziggy nodded but his answer was covered up by the ringing of the chapel’s bell. “Fuck. Time to go already.” They both sighed. Goodbyes were the hardest. They’d taken the habit of leaving one after the other, so no one would be suspicious of them hanging out together – Ziggy usually left first. Felix sat in the grass as the boy hopped on his feet. “Bye Fe’. Take care of that piercing,” he said, waving as he walked toward the building. Felix waved back with a smile. A blissfully unaware smile.

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May 2009
Liverpool


Felix kicked nervously in his kitchen chair every three seconds. One, two, kick. One, two kick. It somehow helped keep himself together, there was something reassuring in the regularity of it. It made him think he knew what was going to happen next. He absolutely didn’t. “Stop it.” His father’s voice was sharper than a razor blade. He’d been pacing in the kitchen for over five minutes, while his mother sat there at the other end of the table, staring at the ground. Felix could tell she’d been crying. “And what’s that thing in your nose ?” his mother asked with a trembling voice. An air of defiance flourished on the boy’s face. It was rebellion. It was stepping against the rules and it was inside his skin. Yes, he was scared. Since he was punished in his childhood for acting too feminine, playing with his sister’s dolls, his mum’s makeup, dancing to Madonna in front of the telly, he’d learnt the lesson and had been an extremely well-behaved boy – unless he was home alone. It had been forever since he’d seen his father this angry, his mother this downcast. Of course he was afraid, but he wasn’t five anymore. He could rebel against them now. He could be his own person, make his voice heard, all it took was overcoming the fear. He took a deep breath. “Really, Laura ? Your son got kicked out of college for being a faggot and you think this is our main...
– It’s a piercing, mother. My boyfriend made it for me.” Felix looked her, then his father, dead in the eyes. For a while, there was nothing but silence. None of them looked down first. “Your mother’s right. Take that thing out of your face.” He didn’t move a finger until his father spoke again. “You take it off now or I’ll rip it off your face. Along with that stupid smile.” As he still was not obeying, his father grabbed his arm and started dragging him to his room upstairs. “What – stop –” Every step left a bruise as his mother cried silently. An air of surprise was painted on his face as his father unbuckled his belt – he wasn’t going to, it was just a threat, he could never, right ? Yes. Yes, he could very well. The first slap on his exposed back was the most painful thing he’d ever experienced. Until the second one. He cried, as much from the pain as from the disbelief. “Dad, please...” No amount of begging made it stop. Never in the world would he have thought his father capable of beating him, but he didn’t stop until Felix managed to speak up again. It took all the strength left in his trembling body to speak loud enough to be heard. “I’ll take it off, alright ? I’ll take it off, please, stop... Dad...” He took the small ring off with a sob and handed it to his father. The tears and the throbbing pain in his back made everything hard to understand but what he knew for sure was there were no empathy or compassion on his father’s face. It was all rage and hatred. “I know what you are, and I am not your father,” he said as he closed the door. Felix heard the key turn in the hole, locking him inside, and he sat down, trying to calm the desperate spasms of his diaphragm, out of breath. After a few hours, he curled up on the bed. He had been desperately waiting for his father to come back and say sorry. His mother to bring him a cup of tea. His sister to scratch on the wall and let him know she was there with him. But none of it happened. Felix was all alone.

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April 2011
Liverpool


As soon as he heard the front door, Felix sat up on his bed. Too fast, he felt dizzy, his heart racing in his chest. It was now or never. His legs were shaking, god he felt so weak from the fasting. It’d been three days since he’d last been allowed to eat, it was supposed to cleanse his body from the sin before the next prayer session. This was full horseshit. He’d came to that conclusion when he found himself still liking boys after the first time his parents had the priest over to fix him. Felix distinctly remembered thinking, so this is it ? I’m straight now ? When he found out he was absolutely everything but straight, he felt both relieved and disappointed. It would have been so much easier. According to the priest, even when prayed away the vicious demon of homosexual sin could still linger around for a bit, which was enough of a reason to keep him locked in his room for two more weeks, apparently. Once he was let out, he asked about Ziggy. Had he been fixed too ? The fake sorriness on the priest’s face still haunted his nightmares. Oh, dear boy. No, he couldn’t be saved. He committed the mortal sin of suicide. His instant grief convinced everyone he was still a homosexual and there he went again. A regular belting from his father, three days fasting, endless prayers, two weeks locked in. This time, he decided to pretend. Anything was better than going through this again. For a while, he even managed to have his life back, applied for a new college in september, went out, lived. His wounds healed almost completely. Back to hiding. And one day, as he was coming home from the grocery shop, it started all over again. He knew right away when he saw his father waiting in the kitchen. His magazines were all over the table. The ones with naked men in it. He’d celebrated his birthday locked in his room again, hurting from the thrashing his father gave him, only allowed water. But now he was of legal age. Now he could go. There wasn’t much time until his family came back with the priest, just enough to grab all the cash he could and go. He’d planned it for a few days. He knew which way he should take to the station to avoid running into his parents in the streets. “Felix ?” He froze with his hand on the window’s handle. Fuck. So close. He had not anticipated his sister would still be at home. He took a deep breath. “Let me go, Cecilia. Pretend you were sleeping, whatever. Please.” He could see her hesitating. It’d been two years and she never did anything to help him. She never even tried to look sorry. “I’ll be gone and I’ll never come back. You will all be better off without me, think about it. I promise if you let me walk out that window right now you’ll never hear from me again.” She sighed while he held his breath. Come on. He couldn’t fail now. This was his last chance to survive. “Fine. Go. I’ll tell them I was listening to music and didn’t hear a thing.” Felix exhaled deep. He wanted to thank her but he was so resentful the words didn’t make it to his mouth, so he just nodded at her and turned to the window again. “Felix ?” He looked back at her. “Good luck.”
On his way to the station, he walked as fast as he could. It was a two hours and a half ride to London. Far from here. Far from them. After buying a ticket and a snack, he finally sat in the train, across from a middle aged man reading a book. The man looked at him, noticed a bruise on his arm as well as the look on his face. “You alright, kiddo ?” Felix smiled widely. He hadn’t heard such a question so long it almost brought tears to his eyes. “Yes. Yes, I’m alright.”  

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April 2012
London


Felix stretched on the bed and let out a very carefully designed sigh. “You’re so special to me daddy,” he miauled. Daddy was yet another fifty-something, rich, married guy, ready to pay to have a barely legal pretty twink entertain him. They were all the damn same. And they all loved it when he called them “special”. Felix let them do pretty much everything they wanted as long as they paid well. It wasn’t just the money but also the gifts, the jewels, the nights in luxury hotels. A year before, he wouldn’t have thought he’d be there, spread on expensive silk sheets, living his best life. Almost. ‘Cause when Daddy was gone, and he returned to his miserable overcrowded flat, Felix could barely deal with being alone with himself. The cuts on his thighs were still here to prove it. There were times he hated himself so deeply he contemplated putting an end to it all. The hell he ran away from had followed him. He could almost hear his father’s voice judging him. What kind of a life was it, basically prostitution ? London was all sex, drugs and rock’n’roll, as they said. Nothing to be proud of. Part of Felix really enjoyed it. Even when they asked to be called daddy and spank him, even when they licked his scars, even when they called him a hoe, a part of him liked it. He liked seeing these men free themselves, be with him who they didn’t dare to be anywhere else. And some of them, once being taught a few tricks, really had him climbing the walls. The second part of him, however, was so deeply ashamed. All these words he’d heard on a loop for two years came back, fag, sinner, vicious, freak, insane, unworthy, sick. When they became too loud, cutting into his skin was the only way to make them stop.
Daddy caressed his cheek. “You’re just being nice. I bet you say it to everyone.” He rose up on one elbow. “What do you mean ? There’s no one else – just you. Only you,” he said with an ingenue’s smile. “Now, do you maybe have a little something for me ?” The man winked and picked up a small bag of white powder and his credit card. “There, kitty.” Felix set up two lines with expert gestures and they went up his nostrils faster than with a vacuum. He moaned – for once it wasn’t fake, and licked the card in case any particles were left. With cocaine, there was nothing he couldn’t do. “ By the way, it’s my birthday today. Will you get us a drink while I take a bath ? Gotta clean up, you left me all dirty,” he frowned. The older man gave him a kiss on the forehead, Felix rose from the bed and sashayed to the bathroom door, letting him appreciate the sight of his naked body. The man brought him a glass of champagne later, while he was enjoying a nice scented bubble bath. He was turning nineteen that night, his first birthday away from Liverpool, away from his so-called family. He’d picked a club to go to once he was done with his client, they were having a drag show, there would be plenty of beautiful gay men just his age. In a few hours he was going to actually get laid without having to pretend liking a 50 year old and he considered it his best birthday gift to himself, since no one but strangers would celebrate his birthday with him. He started humming a song while washing the fluids off his body. He was high, pretty and young. Nothing could go wrong.

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January 2019
London


Gilda, are you decent ? The lights came on and it started. “Me ? Sure, I’m decent.” Seraphina, cinched to death in her glittery corset, winked to the crowd as the music started. The Put the blame on Mame lipsync was her favourite to perform. The iconic scene from Gilda was how Seraphina was born, the old Hollywood glamour with a touch of burlesque had always been her brand. Five years of drag and it was still her signature performance, the one that brought her so much joy. Seraphina grabbed a bank note from a girl and blew her a kiss, pointed a finger gun at one good-looking boy in the front row to match the shooting up in the Klondike lyrics. She was classy while cheeky, provocative at times, the perfect image of a strong woman nothing could ever break – except maybe love but nobody was good enough for her, right ? There was nothing Felix enjoyed more than putting on his wig and makeup and becoming her. For just a few minutes, just long enough to strip down to high-waisted lace panties and heart-shaped pasties, he was no longer Felix The Broken Boy, Felix The Freak, Felix The Faggot, Felix From Liverpool (especially that one he hated, so much that he’d managed to work on his accent and sound like an actual Londoner). The old, healed scars on his thighs almost didn’t exist anymore. Nor did the memories, the hurt, the trauma. It was all gone. Seraphina was capable of being approached by men and turning them down with a smile right after turning them on. She was strong enough to be sexual without being shameful. His life changed the first time he saw a drag show, the first time Seraphina started growing in his mind. She healed him. Saved him, perhaps. Now, he had a reason to exist, she was everything he wanted to be, she could dance, she could be feminine, and everybody praised her for it. Each and every person in the room was mesmerized by her silhouette, hanging on her lips, wrapped around her finger, and it felt good. So, so good to be loved. Adored even, at times. By the time she ended the performance on a split, she just had to snap and they’d all fall to their knees. Holding so much power was intoxicating. She bowed to the crowd yelling her name, grabbed a few more bank notes and after taking the applause in for just another moment, she headed backstage. A few wipes later, she was gone. Only Felix left. It was always bittersweet, leaving Seraphina. Being just his regular old self again. Back to restlessly scanning goods 54 pounds and 98 cents please, thank you for shopping at Tesco have a nice afternoon. Until next time.
Felix tied his hair into a bun and exited the backstage to have a drink while the last queen of the evening was performing. As he made his way to the bar, some guy grabbed his arm. “Fancy a drink, princess ?” He pulled his arm away violently. “Don’t fucking touch me, arsehole,” he uttered in his almost perfect made up cockney accent. He hated being approached, in any fucking way. It had to be his choice, on his terms. Barely his name, never his place. He didn’t do Sunday mornings, only Saturday nights, gone by the dawn. Nobody ever got to reach further than the physical part of it all – Felix couldn’t bear the emotional connection. He couldn’t bear to stand there in the morning in front of someone who’d seen him at his most vulnerable. He’d worked so hard on keeping his emotions quiet. There was no way he’d risk all his hard-earned, precarious but precious stability, when, he’d learnt it the hardest way, love does more harm than good. But hell, the boy had needs. A whole lot of them. He hopped on a free bar stool next to a tall blond guy with tattoos. He’d noticed him while on stage, somehow standing out in the crowd. “Hiya. Buy me a drink maybe ?” At least, the other guy was right about one thing. Felix really was one whimsical princess – and she always got what she wanted.


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MessageSujet: Re: Felix ♛ Beautiful pain   Lun 7 Jan - 17:43

vIOLET OUI OUI OUI tellement contente de ce choix d’avatar et je pense que je serai pas la seule j’aime tout ce que j’ai lu et j’ai super hâte d’en savoir plus :l:n’hesites pas à faire signe, via la chatbox ou en mp (on prend aussi les signaux de fumée et les télégrammes ), si tu as besoin de quoi que ce soit, on est là pour aider bREF, bienvenue, ravie qu’ATW t’ait plu et merci de ton inscription, ça fait tellement plaisir, merci merci merci
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MessageSujet: Re: Felix ♛ Beautiful pain   Lun 7 Jan - 19:37

Aaahhhh je suis ravie que ça plaise je stressais ma race Merci pour cet adorable message

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MessageSujet: Re: Felix ♛ Beautiful pain   Lun 7 Jan - 20:14

YAS KWEEEEN !!
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MessageSujet: Re: Felix ♛ Beautiful pain   Mar 8 Jan - 1:08

Bienvenuuuuue

Hâte d'en lire plus

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MessageSujet: Re: Felix ♛ Beautiful pain   Mar 8 Jan - 23:12

@Eliza Vanderbilt a écrit:
YAS KWEEEEN !!

Come throughhh

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MessageSujet: Re: Felix ♛ Beautiful pain   Dim 13 Jan - 13:05

Bienvenue parmi nouuuus

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MessageSujet: Re: Felix ♛ Beautiful pain   Lun 14 Jan - 2:15

Merci beaucoup !
Je poste la fin de la fiche demain si tout se passe bien

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MessageSujet: Re: Felix ♛ Beautiful pain   Mer 16 Jan - 17:58

te voici validé·e !
ok so like cETTE HISTOIRE EST TROP TRISTE BUT IT MAKES HIS BOND WITH HIS PERSONA SO EMOTIONAL, and ugh, le she "saved him"


Tu peux dès à présent aller poster ta fiche de liens et aller faire un tour du côté du système de points pour en apprendre plus sur le sujet si par hasard tu as une idée de lien qui ne nécessite pas d'être trop développé, n'hésite pas à la poster parmi les pré-liens mais si tu es inspiré·e, l'atelier des scénarios n'attend plus que toi comme tu l'as certainement lu dans les annexes (et un peu partout sur le forum), ATW se déroule sur trois époques différentes : 1999 et les débuts d'Internet, encore balbutiants et peu répandus, 2009 et MSN, les téléphones à clapet et MySpace (oui oui, tu t'en souviens ?) et 2019, les smartphones toujours plus performants et les réseaux sociaux qui explosent. Si je te dis tout ça, c'est parce qu'on a toute une catégorie communication    est-ce que c'est obligatoire ? Non, du tout, mais si par hasard ça t'intéresse, il suffit de cliquer sur les époques citées précédemment pour en savoir plus eT PUIS SINON RENDEZ-VOUS DANS LE FLOOD, SUR LA CHATBOX, ALLEZ VIENS, ON EST BIEN

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MessageSujet: Re: Felix ♛ Beautiful pain   Mer 16 Jan - 18:27

Merciii

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