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Celui qui...
De tous les temps qui nous rend heureux
Il en est un qui nous le rend bien
Celui qui nous éclaire le jour et nous réchauffe quand il le veut bien
Celui qui domine le ciel, droit et fier.
Celui qui nous procure luminosité pour tous les êtres vivants, qui soient végétaux, animaux ou humains.
Celui qui nous rend vivant et nous mets de bonne humeur.
Je veux bien sûr parler du soleil.
English: In the sky shines the stars of the sun and the moon, saddened not to be able to meet
Français: Dans le ciel brille les astres du soleil et de la lune, attristé de ne pouvoir se rencontrer
trying to figure out some tiny details for her design, I was gonna do some facial expressions but I got tired after doing these-
TUMBLR CRUNCHED IT SO BAD BRO
Worked too hard on this to not post it so meet my character Soleil! :D
Their design is still kinda a work in progress but I rlly like this piece
Task001:
The Crown of Tides
The heavy doors clicked shut, their echo fading into the opulent quiet of my chambers. Alone at last, I felt the crown's weight settle fully—not just on my brow, but in the marrow of my bones. The intricate silver-and-gold filigree pressed coolly against my skin as if urging me to absorb the enormity of what had just transpired. My fingertips brushed its edges, tracing the delicate craftsmanship, though my thoughts were far from the gilded artistry. The crowd's roar still echoed faintly in my ears, their unified cry of "We swear!" a vow as binding as the one I had given. Yet, in the sanctity of solitude, the jubilation felt distant, like a song carried away on the wind, leaving only the crushing truth: I was queen now.
I had expected to feel transformed. When my mother placed the crown upon my head and spoke the words of ascension, I thought the doubts tethering me would dissolve, leaving behind certainty and strength. But as I sat in the aftermath, the silence unspooling around me, those doubts lingered like shadows at dusk. My mother had stood beside me, her voice steady and her presence commanding as ever. She had looked at me with pride, but in the corners of her eyes, I caught flickers of something more—relief, perhaps, or a quiet mourning.
My mother had always been larger than life to me. She was the Storm Queen, a monarch whose name alone inspired awe and loyalty. Her reign was a tale of triumphs against impossible odds, of wisdom tempered by hardship. I grew up watching her turn obstacles into opportunities, her words shaping kingdoms as easily as her hands once shaped me, guiding me through childhood. She had always seemed invincible, a force of nature bound in human form. And yet, in the moment she crowned me, I had seen something in her I never expected: vulnerability. It was as if, in passing the mantle, she had surrendered not just her power but a piece of herself. Did she truly believe I was ready? Or had she simply resigned herself to the inevitability of this moment, hoping against hope that I would rise to meet it?
The cheers of the people had been loud, yet I could not ignore the faint tremor of hesitation beneath their oath. My mother, the Storm Queen, had ruled with the ferocity of thunder and the resilience of a ship that always finds its way through the gale. Her reign had been marked by decisive strength, by wisdom honed through decades of hardship and triumph. And me? I was a queen of twenty-seven summers, untested by war, unshaped by the kind of adversity that forges legends. I remembered the polite smiles of the council members, the subtle but unmistakable worry etched into their expressions. Their doubt was a quiet chorus I could not silence: Could an untested queen truly guide them? Would I falter beneath the weight of preserving peace with Asteria, especially with my younger sister’s marriage soon binding our kingdoms together? So much rested on my shoulders, so much to prove.
Yet as the silence deepened, a quiet thought began to take root—a whisper of defiance against my own insecurities. Perhaps I did not need to be my mother. Perhaps I could chart a course all my own. My mother ruled as the storm, but I had always been drawn to the quiet strength of the tides—their persistence, their patience, and the way they shaped the shore not with violence, but with unwavering determination. Could I, too, wield that kind of power? A softer power, perhaps, but no less enduring. Could I be a queen who nurtured as much as I commanded, who guided as much as I governed?
My mother’s lessons were etched into my memory like constellations, but I did not need to follow their stars point for point. I could create my own sky. The doubts still whispered, cruel and insistent, but they no longer drowned out the burgeoning resolve within me. The crown was heavy, yes, but I would grow strong enough to carry it. I had to.
I rose from my chair, drawn to the window that overlooked the heart of Sotera. The city was alive with celebration, its canals illuminated by the warm glow of lanterns. Laughter and music drifted upwards, carried by the night air. This was my kingdom now—a kingdom of waters, as beautiful as it was delicate. The enormity of the responsibility threatened to steal my breath, but somewhere beneath the fear, a spark of resolve flared. I would not fail them. For my people, for the fragile peace my mother had worked so tirelessly to preserve, I would find the strength to shoulder this crown. Not as a shadow of the Storm Queen, but as Soleil Angorian, a queen who would forge her own legacy.
The weight of the crown still pressed heavily, but as I gazed out over the glimmering city, I knew I would grow strong enough to bear it. I would learn to rule not through emulation, but through authenticity. The tides do not mimic the storm; they shape the world in their own quiet way.
A soft knock at the door broke the stillness, pulling me from my thoughts. My hand lingered near the crown, but I did not remove it. Instead, I straightened my posture, squaring my shoulders to meet whatever awaited me.
“Enter,” I called, my voice steady and clear. The future lay ahead, uncertain and unyielding, but I would face it as I had promised my people—with courage, step by deliberate step. I was Soleil Angorian, Queen of Sotera. And though my reign had only just begun, I swore it would be one they would not soon forget.
Petite balade en ce 1er Mai , quel bonheur, bonne journée à tous 😘🌹🌞😎😘🌹❤️
Aujourd'hui devant la maison 🏠 le soleil revient 🌞 je vous souhaite une très agréable journée 🌹😘❤️
Une bien belle journée en ce lundi de Pâques, devant chez moi a Saint Tropez dans le var 83 🌞🌞😎
Octobre 2024 devant chez moi à Ramatuelle 🇨🇵
Ce dimanche au Cap Taillat a Ramatuelle dans le sud de la France 🌞
Un peu de mimosas ☀️🥰
🌞🌞 Bonjour , j'espère que vous allez bien , petite ballade a Vidauban , Le Luc et Besse Sur Issole , sympa , beau soleil , pas trop de monde 🌞🌞😘
Chez moi 🌞🌞
Chez moi aujourd'hui 🌞🌞
Chez moi 🌞🌞🌞
Un peu de tranquillité ☀️🌞
:3 travail photographique sur la couleur ( pas de retouche)
photographic work on color (no retouching)