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Paddock Princess (Lewis Hamilton/Monegasque Heiress!OC)(1/10)

SUMMARY: Before they were an item, they were enemies....

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PAIRINGS: Sir Lewis Hamilton x Monegasque Heiress!OC Princess Diallo (faceclaim is Fanny Bourdette-Donon)

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A/N: Slight change, I have pre-testing for the 2022 season in Bahrain, not Barcelona. Please let me know if you want to be added/removed from the taglist. The headers/dividers are by @inklore [Please comment & reblog]

Chapter I: Fuck You & Your Team

The golden Bahraini sunset cast a warm, radiant glow over the Bahrain International Circuit as dry desert winds carried the intoxicating scents of burnt rubber and adrenaline-fueled dreams. Pre-season testing was in full swing, ushering in the start of the exhilarating 2022 Formula 1 season with a symphony of roaring engines and that undeniable thrill of new beginnings.

The sleek, powerful racecars sat lined up in a perfect zig-zag formation on the tarmac, their steel bodies gleaming under the sun as if posing for a photoshoot. The aerodynamic curves and immaculate finishes silently awaited the skilled drivers who would soon bring them roaring back to life.

Leaning against the pit wall with an aura of casual confidence was Princess Diallo, resplendent in a tailored jumpsuit that clung to her curvaceous frame. Her coily tresses were tamed into a sleek ponytail as she surveyed the paddock through eyes that glinted with both mischief and smoldering intensity.

Princess's piercing gaze roamed over the scene before her, briefly pausing to study the photographer arranging the drivers next to their cars for a promotional shoot. A slow, satisfied smirk tugged at her full lips as she spotted the unmistakable figure of Lewis Hamilton, the celebrated British racing phenom.

Lewis strolled around the lined up cars, hands tucked behind his back as he studied each model, assessing the sleek new designs and mechanical upgrades with a discerning eye. Though his gaze was concealed behind mirrored sunglasses, Princess could sense his laser-sharp focus. His powerful presence commanded attention, an unmistakable aura of raw confidence and quiet strength.

As Lewis neared where Princess stood, she couldn't help but appreciate his striking appearance - the chiseled angles of his jawline, the lean musculature of his race suit-clad frame, the tall and powerfully built physique. An appreciative warmth bloomed low in her belly as her eyes raked over him.

"Princess," Lewis purred in greeting, her name rolling off his tongue like curling smoke. There was an edge of playful familiarity in his tone, coupled with the barest hint of challenge that she found utterly enthralling.

"Lewis," she replied, pitching her melodious voice into a tone of easy nonchalance despite the way her pulse kicked up a notch. Her Monégasque accent caressed the syllables as she met his veiled stare head-on.

The fiercely independent heiress whose presence at the circuit was as commanding as the cars themselves and Lewis couldn't help but take her in - round cheeks adorned with adorable dimples and almond-shaped brown eyes that seemed to sparkle with mischief. Her body was a work of art, smooth and flawless in its terracotta complexion, accentuated with curves that could make any man weak in the knees.

The winter hiatus had done little to diffuse the sparks between them. If anything, the memory of their last heated encounter at the FIA Prize-Giving Gala only stoked the flames of their exhilarating rivalry. He had mistakenly flirted with her, and she had projected her anger at him, still upset about her father's recent meddling. The evening took a sharp turn when her father, who had just secured a major stake in the Alpine F1 team as well as half-ownership of luxury watchmaker IWC, introduced them later that night. What was once a dazzling event now left a bitter taste in her mouth, serving as a constant reminder of the divide between them that felt insurmountable.

The air seemed to crackle with an electric charge as Lewis closed the distance between them. Though his physical proximity should have put her on edge, Princess found herself drawn to him, a moth to the flame. She couldn't help being acutely aware of the IWC watch adorning his wrist - a reminder of her father's increasingly intersecting business interests with Lewis' own endorsements. It made their encounter feel all the more charged, weighted with professional consequences in addition to their personal rivalry.

"I see your father is making good on his investment," commented Lewis as he gestured to Alpine's car behind him.

Princess lifted her chin defiantly. "My father's money may have bought Alpine a fancy new car, but it still doesn't buy success on the track."

A sardonic smirk curved Lewis's lips as he slowly lowered his sunglasses, pinning Princess with a smoldering look from under the shadowed brim. "So the new engineer Alpine hired is the real star of the show, is that it?"

Lewis knew exactly which buttons to push to rile her up - that was his speciality after all, this delicious game of provocation and one-upmanship.

"Maybe," she countered silkily.

His gaze slowly raked over her jumpsuit-clad figure in a subtle once-over. "Let me guess...Gucci?"

"Chloe, actually." Princess felt a smug satisfaction that he didn't recognize the label. "I thought you were supposed to be a fashion icon?"

Leaning in until his smoldering whiskey-brown eyes filled her vision, Lewis chuckled deep in his throat - a low, thrilling sound. "Among other things. Though I suppose it's only fair that you try to keep up with me in some areas."

The arrogant comment immediately deflated Princess' brief sense of superiority, causing her to scoff loudly. "You did not just imply I need to keep up with you. If anything, you should be watching your back."

"Should I?" Lewis's voice dropped to a low, provocative rumble that sent sparks of heated awareness ricocheting through Princess's body. He took one deliberate step closer, firmly invading her personal space. "Because you know how I live for a challenge, Princess."

The combination of his darkly teasing words and sudden, overwhelming proximity made Princess's pulse kick up despite her best efforts. She could feel the scorching heat of his body mere inches from her own, the heady masculine scent of his skin surrounding her in a dizzying cloud. Rallying her composure, Princess tilted her chin and met his molten stare head-on, refusing to be flustered.

"Believe me, Lewis," she murmured, allowing just a hint of breathiness to color her tone. "Keeping you on your toes this season is just the start." Princess willed herself not to look away first from the simmering promise in those rich whiskey depths. She could drown in the banked embers of desire burning there if she wasn't careful. "By the time we're through, we plan to utterly decimate you and Mercedes."

A ghost of an infuriatingly smug smile curved Lewis's sensual lips at her bold declaration. "So Alpine thinks they finally have what it takes to run with the big dogs this year, huh?" He feigned an exaggerated look of surprise that made Princess's teeth grit together. "Those are some awfully big words for someone of your..." His eyes flickered overtly down to her petite frame, "...stature."

Arching one sculpted brow, she returned his mockery with pointed relish.

"Funny, that's rich coming from you...little man," she quipped, allowing her own stare to roam meaningfully over his 5'9" height in a shameless head-to-toe examination.

Lewis' dark eyes glittered with something that looked perilously close to respect? Or perhaps that was just wishful thinking on her part. Still, she could have sworn she saw his lips twitch, as if fighting a smile.

Princess smirked inwardly - she was already getting under his skin.

He wet his lips slowly, his tongue darting out to moisten them as he continued to hold Princess' smoldering gaze. "I'm going to hold you to that, Princess," he murmured in a bedroom voice that had her stomach doing somersaults. "And when you fail to live up to that pretty trash talk...well, let's just say I'll enjoy making you eat those words. I like to do all the talking on the track."

"Alright everyone, let’s line up!" called the photographer, breaking the spell between Lewis and Princess. Lewis gave her a wink before stepping away to join the other drivers, and Princess couldn't tear her eyes away from his retreating form. His parting words echoed in her mind, simultaneously taunting and tantalizing.

Just who did he think he was, looking at her like that? Talking to her like that? As if she were the kind of woman who would swoon at a few heated glances and a bedroom voice?

Except part of her had swooned,even just a little. Against her better judgment, she found Lewis utterly magnetic when he dialed up the charm offensive. Those molten eyes, that self-assured swagger, the intoxicating mix of arrogance.

It was maddening, really, how effortlessly he could get under her skin. Just minutes ago, she'd been ready to claw his eyes out after that short jab. Princess shook her head minutely, appalled at herself. This heated rivalry with Lewis was proving to be more dangerous than she'd anticipated because she was uncomfortably attracted to her own nemesis.

But two could play at the game of casual flirtation and thinly veiled double entendres. Lewis may have issued the opening salvo, but Princess was never one to back down from a challenge.

Lewis' thoughts consumed him as he posed for pictures with his fellow drivers. He should’ve seen it coming, really. Their chemistry had been crackling with unresolved tension from the moment they laid eyes on each other again. Like a live wire, just waiting to detonate with the slightest provocation.

And Princess had well and truly provoked him.

Running a hand through his braids, Lewis exhaled a shaky breath. Who names their kid "Princess" and doesn't expect them to grow up to be an entitled arrogant brat? Certainly, her attitude and bold flirtations lived up to that pretentious moniker.

And yet, Lewis couldn't deny the thrilling attraction simmering within him. He prided himself on keeping his cool, on never allowing an attractive woman to rattle his composure so thoroughly, but Princess, she was operating on another level entirely.

Part of him recognized how utterly infuriating her behavior was - the sense of superiority, that practiced smile filled with blatant provocation. She didn't just get under his skin - she burrowed her way straight into his bloodstream, setting him alight in a way he hadn't experienced in years, maybe ever.

Who would’ve thought that a lil’ heiress would drive up this much drama?

The thrill of their rivalry felt wildly intoxicating, like chasing a contact high more addictive than any podium finish, but it was also incredibly dangerous territory.

He knew he had to tread carefully — Princess's father signed his checks as an ambassador for IWC watches, which meant playing fair with her was a non-negotiable, yet he could tell it would be a difficult tightrope to walk. Allowing himself to be drawn into Princess' games based on their little rivalry and a simple physical attraction could prove disastrous for his focus and drive this season.

Lewis had been looking forward to this Formula 1 season as a chance to reaffirm his greatness on the track. Now, he realized the real challenge - the one that would test the limits of his self-control and dedication - would be going head-to-head with the force of nature that was Princess Diallo.

He should leave her alone, focus all his energy on racing and tuning out the dizzying spiral of desire and competition she drew him into. Staying the course, keeping his eye on the prize of another championship, however, even as the logical side of his brain reasoned this out, Lewis knew it was already too late. Princess had gotten her claws into him, and as much as he tried to ignore her, he was powerless to resist rising to her delicious bait.

A slow, lopsided grin curved his lips as he straightened his posture. If Princess wanted to play, he was game.

After all, he thought with a mixture of trepidation and dark excitement, what was a lil’ game between rivals?

The gloves were off this season, in more ways than one. Lewis fully intended to give as good as he got from Princess - both on and off the track.

So, she wanted to up the ante? Challenge accepted.

The Bahrain Grand Prix paddock was a whirlwind of activity as the 2022 Formula One season officially kicked off. Mechanics hustled about making final adjustments, while drivers went through their pre-race rituals amid a cacophony of roaring engines and the excited murmurs of fans.

Lewis strode through the chaos, doing his best to retain his laser focus. He couldn't afford any distractions, any chinks in his renowned concentration.

Of course, the universe seemed determined to test his resolve in that regard. Because loitering by his team's garage, clad in artfully distressed denim and a slinky pink top that left little to the imagination, was his new personal siren, Princess.

Lewis took a deep breath, pushing any thoughts of Princess out of his mind and focusing on the race ahead. But as he approached the garage, she strolled over to him with a deliberate sway of her hips that almost made his heart skip a beat.

"G'morning," she purred as she got closer, openly ogling him with appreciation. "Ready for another exciting season?"

Lewis felt an unwelcome surge of attraction at her tone and the intense desire in her eyes. He couldn't decide whether to shut her down or pull her close and —

No.

He cut off that dangerous train of thought, squaring his shoulders.

"You're really testing the limits of that 'umbrella girl' role your father gave you, aren't you?" he said dryly, attempting to keep his voice steady.

Princess' ruby-red lips didn't twist into a contrite expression. Instead, they curved into a slow, wicked smile. She spoke in a low tone, her voice dropping an octave as she said, "Surely you have better jokes than the tired ‘poor little rich girl’ bit?" She raised an eyebrow and added, "And really...is this what I should expect from someone of your age? Old jokes for old men?"

Lewis arched an eyebrow, refusing to let her baiting get the best of him, as he willed his gaze not to drop below her clavicle. This little game she was playing, it was extremely unhelpful mere minutes before he needed to be 100% focused.

"What I think," he replied carefully, reining in his impulse to either silence her with his lips or snap a scathing retort, "is that you need to find someplace else to be well before the race starts."

"Oh, really?" Princess arched one sculpted brow, undeterred. "I'll be wherever I want to be," she said confidently. "And right now, I want to be here."

"I don't think you understand," he said, his tone hardening. "This is my career, my livelihood. And I don't have time right now to play your games. "

Princess tilted her head back, laughing lightly. "Oh Lewis, don't be so dramatic," she teased. "I'm just here to enjoy the race like everyone else. Can't a girl have a good time? Besides, I could’ve sworn that you promised to have me 'eat my words' yesterday? Trouble in paradise with you and Merc? Are you afraid that my team will one-up you for the Constructors' Championship?"

"Don’t get ahead of yourself now," Lewis said with an eye roll. "When the day comes of Alpine ever exceeding me and my team for a Constructors’ Championship is the day I retire."

"You promise?"

"Hell no," Lewis replied with a teasing smile. "I still have a few more racing years left."

Princess scoffed, crossing her arms. "You're just scared that Alpine has a chance this year," she said proudly.

Lewis couldn't resist the opportunity to prove her wrong. He leaned in close, his lips grazing her ear as he whispered, "I promise you, Alpine will never be a threat to us."

Princess shivered at his words, feeling the heat of his breath against her skin. Her heart fluttered in response and she pushed away from him, trying to hide her reaction.

"You can't make promises like that," she said, trying to sound nonchalant.

"I can and I will," Lewis replied confidently.

Princess bit her lip, torn between wanting to continue their verbal sparring and fleeing from the confusing feelings Lewis stirred inside her. Before she could make a decision, there was a loud announcement over the loudspeaker for all non-essential personnel to clear the track before the race began.

"Well," Princess said with a forced smile, "looks like we'll have to continue this conversation after we kick your team's ass on the track. I do love watching a grown man struggle..."

Lewis shook his head with an amused smile. "You really are relentless, aren’t you?"

"It’s a quality my father always admired." Turning on her heel, she tossed one last heated look over her shoulder, "Good luck, I guess."

"Good luck to you too," Lewis murmured to himself as he watched as she sauntered away, her hips swaying exaggeratedly as she disappeared into the crowd. He couldn't understand why this woman affected him so much, but he needed to focus on the race, not get caught up in some petty competition with her.

He could not let some spoiled rich girl shake his concentration, especially not during this season.

But fuck, did she have to move her hips like that? Wear that small-ass shirt?

Now instead of being focused on the race, he was more inclined to be buried deep between her legs.

This fuckin' lil' heiress, man, will be the death of me.

TO BE CONTINUED.....

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glorianamultistan · 10 months

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The General and The Prince

Park Chanyeol x Male Reader

Contains:- mentions of wars, blood, and kidnapping.

A little over a week ago, y/n's life was all over the place, and it still is; the difference is that now he is married to the vilest person he could have probably thought of while imagining a married life.

But life changes happen often so abruptly that one is found sitting in an emptied ballroom, with a burnt-up piece of dress shriveled up in hands clutching it tightly while the castle palace all around collapses.

Y/n was well aware of the fierceness of the General who was the primal cause of every defeat his kingdom had suffered; the end result of the war was pre-destined the day enemy troops crossed the inner walls of their most secured military base, but for it to come to this was never imagined.

A surrender was in process to safeguard the capital; y/n's father was hellbent on not letting the enemies cross the gates of the capital and destroy it like they have left ashes and misery in the path they have followed.

Yet General Chanyeol was not satisfied with it; he had to take the main palace down, and that was his aim, swearing which left his country.

Y/n sat there, ashen and mute, staring at the embers still there all around him; his clothes were still intact, he had a few cuts and burns throughout his hands and that was it; he sat as if in a trance, without any emotion on his face, so still that to an observer it would be a photograph symbolising doom.

Chanyeol saw y/n sitting there, he knew who it was and he knew why it was important to not touch him still; something in him was calling out, a melody, rising, rippling like an unknown sea coming up from the depth of the earth; it was the very last step which brought him so close to y/n that he was able to clearly see the tear stains on his cheeks that made enough metallic noise to break the young prince's trance and look up; there it was, the face that he denied to dance with at the last winter ball, still looking unfazed, 'let's get out of here your royal highness' said Chanyeol, with a proud grin, that is all he remembers before blacking out.

'Is this really the only thing you are going to ask for, General?' The King was shocked, and the Queen and the princesses too; everyone was ready for General Park to ask for rank promotion; the King even decreed a Dukedom, only for winning over the major ports and cities of the enemies, but to ask to marry the prince of the enemy was unprecedented.

'Yes your majesty, this is all. Now, if you may permit, I will take my leave.' Chanyeol left the murmuring throneroom and made his way to the room housing y/n, it was the fourth day since he arrived with the prince there, and he was informed that the younger regained consciousness last night.

'Leave.' As soon as he entered the room, he ordered all the attendees. He went forward and sat on the chair next to the bed facing the wall opposite to it. The prince was leaning on the headboard with his head down.

'So, your royal highness, how do you like our facilities here?' Chanyeol cocked while turning to look at y/n. No response. After a few minutes, the older continued, 'We will give the inner territories conquered by us back, and you will be marrying me for that to happen.' Y/n knew this was coming; all the threats the General made for years to make him dance with him whether he likes it or not, to marry him and only him, they were all real which y/n took in jest as he was too proud to accept such an invitation.

'You know, keeping quiet will not lead you anywhere, so say what you have to now, I am here to listen, I grant you a wish too, as is the ritual here, ask for anything but return.' Chanyeol was suddenly all perched up, looking at y/n. 'Respect' y/n whispered; his throat was still hurting due to all the smoke he inhaled.

'What?' 'I ask for respect; if you can grant that, I will say yes to the marriage.' There was a stretched silence, the fountain of the connected gardens was all one could hear, then a deep inhale, 'Okay, if that is the only request you have, you will have titles here too, I have been granted a Dukedom and you will be living comfortably, nobody will disrespect you, even at the court. I will assure you that.' 'I want respect from you too; you have taken, vehemently snatched everything, still you are returning the territories, so I will say yes, but I want respect from you too.' 'Will I get the respect back my prince?' Chanyeol smirked; he knew how irritatingly ambitious he was, 'Yes.'

The only win here seemed to be that of Chanyeol; it was the completion of his grand plan, the final nail in the coffin; this is what he has been dreaming about since he set his eyes on y/n a few years ago during a festival, he was just a mere soldier back then, he bloodied his hands to get to the level of a reputed General to be asked in a ballroom full of aristocrats, then too he was denied the chance to be with y/n as the prince knew how ruthless the General was and y/n hated wars and murders.

After a few days of convalescence, all of which were accompanied by Chanyeol, who updated him about the upcoming marriage and all the preparations, y/n was free to meet his family.

A troop was sent with him to the castle on the farthest side of his kingdom where his family was currently staying after the attack on the capital. His father was annoyed and his older brother was not helping with the mood too; they were all dejected that it had to come to this but none of his relatives even suggested going against the marriage.

'We will gain back our territories; think about your brother's future as a limited king; you need to persuade your fiance to let go of all the territories and not just the inner ones.' 'I am doing no such negotiations, I am already becoming the reason for you to get back what you lost shamefully, do not try to depend on any of my upcoming relations, have some self-respect father.'

'Self-respect!?' Y/n brother screamed making him bounce in shock a little, 'It was your deranged idea of self-respect that caused this war; if only you could have given him a chance he would have never attacked us like this. And look where you stand; you are forced to do what you never really wanted and did whatever you could to stop it.'

'Well, brother, you do remember who it was who first denied me to dance with him, don't you? 'A self-obsessed lowly General' is what you said when he asked you for a dance with me the very first time we went there for the Royal Ball.'

'But later he became a threat so I urged you to give him a chance too, then you were the one who was hell-bent on denying him!'

'Enough! Stop arguing about what has already transpired and think about the future. Y/n, son, you must not waver and make demands; you are a prince, he is a General, and the rank difference must come into play.'

'Update your information father, because you seem to be having none; he is a Duke now, and even if I am a prince, of a mostly fallen kingdom I must remind you, I have no intentions of making any more deals for and on behalf of this marriage. I will leave now, I am not waiting for dawn to have another fruitless discussion, farewell your majesty, brother.'

With a solemn bow, y/n left as he came, with the metallic clinks and rustles of the troop.

Reaching the other kingdom he was informed that rather than going to the palace, he would be going to the new manor of Chanyeol, which was now decked and ready for his arrival. He was greeted by the whole household and finally met his mother-in-law, who opposite to what he had expected, was too sorrowful to handle without any prior preparation.

'I am ashamed to be hosting you like this, your royal highness; please find a way to ignore all the mess; the house is still not up to date with all that is necessary to be having you here.' The lady wouldn't even raise her head, 'Please sit now Lady Park, I have no reservations as such regarding the place, I am pleased that I am not in a prison after a war, and please do not make a fuss about the titles, you are going to be my mother-in-law so we can work things out.' 'Oh no sir, I do not accept any of this, I am more of an apologist for my son's actions right now in front of you; he paid no heed to my requests and did what all his swelled-up ego allowed him to do. I don't know how will I ever get over the fact that my son forced you into such a situation.'

'Lady Park, I just had this conversation with my father and brother too; let us please move on from what has happened and try to resolve the situation peacefully and think about how the path ahead can be one that is less painful to go by.' 'You are as kind as the rumours suggested sir; please let me know about any trouble you have here, and I will look into it right away; let me take you to your room for now; you must rest before tomorrow's ceremony.' 'I am not a guest here Lady Park, I am supposed to live here, so please do not be at your tip-toes around my comfort; let us go; it is quite late now.'

Y/n's room was, for now, pretty well arranged; he could run away pretty easily from here, the manor was secured but if he asked Lady Park to help him, he was sure that she would do all in her power to let him go without a scratch; but it was useless to do so, he had nowhere to run and if somehow he managed to cross over to the other kingdoms there was no guarantee of his survival, he had no money of his own or any possession, so he sits down on the bed and flops, to stare at the roof and think, think about tomorrow when at a private ceremony he will accept now Duke of Sandria Park Chanyeol, then he will be living with that man under this roof, as his husband, for the rest of his life, was respect the right choice?

The rituals were over; they were married, no gala, no ball, a peaceful summation of more than five months of unrivaled violence. Y/n was sitting in his room, with a book open as a distraction while looking out of the giant window; the land surrounding the manor was beautiful, and the hills were lush green and mild dew which the mist caused made it all look fantastical.

'Come in.' Y/n answered the knocks and did not look back at the door, thinking it was some maid or servant who came to take his belongings, or gifts as they were, away, 'You looked beautiful today, Mr Park.'

Y/n stilled for a moment, then closed the book and turned back. 'Why did you knock at my door? This is your house.' 'I believe privacy should be respected too; you have all the right to say no.' 'I believe I lost all the rights to deny anything the moment I said yes to you today.' 'Don't make it more miserable than it already is dear, I have no intentions of hurting you, I just want to talk to you before going to my room.'

'Oh? I will get a room of my own?' 'Until you are ready to share a bed with me, yes, you will have a room to yourself.' 'Then I guess there will be no more direct descents for the Dukedom.' 'Time will tell. Well, if you have any requirements tell to my mother who is pretty much willing to serve you food if you want, (he sits on the bed) I will be going on a tour soon so we have a week to spend together and unfortunately my sister will be coming to meet you too.'

'You know, I feel like this is all a dream; as absurd as it may sound, it has yet to settle down on me, because I never thought I would be taken away from one prison to another like this. I knew my father wanted to marry me off as a peace offering to any kingdom willing, but it happened so that I was actually picked up, like a garbage bag.'

'Don't demean yourself; you are the crown jewel I snatched, and this is not a prison; you can go anywhere you want, do anything you want; you do not need my permission for anything, just remember to come back otherwise there will be useless wars again.' 'Don't worry, I will not run away, I will stay, and live, but do not expect me to reciprocate your feelings, whatever they may be, and we will be fine; a lot depends on this marriage, I do not want my people back home to suffer because of my foolishness.' 'Ah well, I will go now; also, try to accept people here too; they see you as a prince and no less; good night.'

The next few days were calm, weirdly bland, and nothing happened, which made y/n realise how calm life can actually be; back at home before the war all he did was read and attend events or be locked in the palace; there was nothing to do, he was not allowed to go anywhere too since the threat of people kidnapping him was always looming, which he never understood why, kidnap the crown prince why the other one.

On the third day Lady Kim, Chanyeol's sister, arrived, and she was like her mother in a grave mood, fidgeting while meeting y/n; he did not understand yet again, why such courtesies for a snatched prince, 'Your royal highness, I am sorry I was not able to attend the wedding, I live quite far away from Sandrian region and it was such a shocking and sudden news.' 'It is alright Lady Kim, please do sit down, you too Lady Park, I have said it to you multiple times don't wait for me to sit, just sit; let us cut back on some formalities insides these walls at least, we are a family now, forced indeed, but I have not a drop of vengeance in me, if you ask me honestly, I used to live like this back at home too, so, let us just be comfortable.'

'How are you adapting to the changes, sir? It gets colder than your kingdom here, I hope my brother has made arrangements for you to be at ease.' 'I am doing well, I have always adored winters more than the humid summers we had, so I can say I am better off here in some sense.' 'Oh it is good to know; we can all go and skate over the lake once it freezes and you can attend the winter festivals; we have a lot of them throughout the empire, I am sure the public is eager to meet you too.'

Lady Park put down her cup and said 'They are eager indeed, I have more than a dozen invitations for the balls and dinners already, and all asking specifically for his roya... I mean, y/n to join them.' It was as hard as biting a bullet for her to let go of the formalities in which she had soaked herself into the bones.

So it went on, and a week went by, full of still awkward lunches and dinners and a few guests to be entertained; throughout the week he did not see the head of the house anywhere, technically he was the head too but he liked Lady Park being in command more as he was not used to being the one in authority of a household.

One Saturday, after almost two weeks of disappearance, Chanyeol knocked on y/n's room around the ungodly hour of 1 AM. Y/n was a bit scared by the knock; he was writing a letter of reply to the crown princess as she had invited him to the palace for a private visit and did not expect anyone to be up this late. 'Can I come in?' The rasp was the giveaway, 'Please wait a minute, I am not presentable.' Y/n was not; he was in his robes; he quickly put on a loose shirt and trousers the said 'You can come in now.'

'Why are you up so late your royal highness.' The courtesy was more sarcastic than respectful, 'I have not been able to sleep, I have weirdly a lot of correspondents to reply to so I thought why not do that.' As he finished speaking and arranging paper on his desk facing the grand windows, he turned to look at Chanyeol and was shocked to see blood all over his clothes; for a moment he was stunned; y/n was not a fighter; he hated the very sight of blood when his brother would come from his military tours and right now, in front of him was a man almost soaked in blood, in his room talking to him, and he felt scared for the man, so much so that without thinking about who he is talking to, he had to verbalise it.

'What the hell happened to you!? So much blood!? Why are you here!? Go to a damn hospital for god's sake!' He almost screamed the last part, and was shaking so much that Chanyeol had to walk from the door side to hold him. 'Calm down, it is not mine.' 'DO NOT TOUCH ME LIKE THIS! I HATE BLOOD!' Y/n screamed in whispers while shutting his eyes. 'Okay! Okay. Will you try to calm down please, wait just turn around.'

Chanyeol took off his pads and shirt and gloves and threw them out of the room, then shut the door to come back in and saw y/n standing still, 'you can turn around now.' The glory of the human body was never so well available for y/n to look at like this; his brother was muscular and well built but nothing he can imagine, even the Commander in chief of his kingdom's army was not comparable to Chanyeol, yet he had to control himself once again. 'What happened? You are still wounded you know, I see the cuts on your arm, not that they should do anything to such a great General, but get treated I guess.' Y/N had already turned around again flustered.

'Nice to know you care, and sorry for coming in like this. I had no idea you would have such a reaction upon seeing blood. I will keep that in mind. I came to check up on you as I was attacked on my way here by some people who were allegedly from your father's kingdom, so I thought why not check up if you are safe or not.'

'Oh. Don't worry, my father does not want me back; they would never come for me; rather, they might kill me as it was pretty clear that I caused the war that destroyed them.' 'Something's wrong with your family, I have never seen anyone react like this to all the events that have happened.' 'Well, why dwell on it. I am here; you survived another attack, and all is fine.' 'Nice to know my survival is fine for you.' 'Don't get ahead of yourself; my survival depends on your survival, do not forget that you brought a prince from your enemy kingdom after a war. You must survive, I plan on living a long life.' Y/n turned and looked straight into Chanyeol's eyes.

There was an understanding between them that some lines are put up and they shall not be crossed, and respect was mutual. 'I will be staying for some time; we have to go to the palace soon, a private invitation. I hope it won't be a problem for you to attend, I have yet to accept it.' 'I was writing to the crown princess; we can go, I have no problem, just keep your mother here; she will probably fall sick due to all the stress she will take about a royal visit.' 'You like her?' 'I never had a mother; she is a good company, but frail for her age; you never thought about her while fighting wars?' Now y/n was sitting on his bed, and Chanyeol was in front of him on the chair where a y/n sat writing letters.

'I thought of her; that is why I never told her any trouble or wound or failure I ever had, and I had a retinue of servants to look after her.' They were again staring at each other; where will all of this arrangement lead them? Nobody had any idea; it was a day-to-day event still.

'Well, I will take my leave; you should sleep, I will ask them to serve the breakfast an hour later than usual.' 'Don't do that; your sister and mother should eat on time, I will just get up early.' Chanyeol was surprised at how well y/n was settling in; it was as if for the first time he had somewhere to hold on to. 'Okay then, good night my prince.' Chanyeol smirked closing the door, and left y/n flustered again.

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in april, the pre-release single MANIAC set the stage for STUPID CUPID's highly anticipated mini album. the company teased the comeback with a brief snippet of the song, reassuring fans that all members were in top form and ready to deliver a flawless performance. over the course of four weeks, the song was promoted extensively, building excitement for the upcoming album release.

MANIAC was produced entirely by H.EUI, also known as MIGHTY DEVIL's HERO. its release was met with great enthusiasm, quickly accumulating millions of views and garnering widespread acclaim. despite facing tough competition, the song managed to secure four wins during its promotional period, maintaining the group's strong track record. while it fell short of surpassing their previous pre-released single, which accumulated eight music show wins in total, MANIAC nonetheless solidified the group's position as a powerhouse in the industry.

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MANIAC ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ — ( written by H.EUI, prod. by H.EUI )

the music video analysis.

the music video opens with a dark, atmospheric scene where shadows dance against a backdrop of flickering candlelight. we then see the members of STUPID CUPID, each embodying a different facet of obsession, surrounded by lavish surroundings.

as the music begins, the scene transitions to a house surrounded by vines, where the members are depicted in various scenarios that illustrate different forms of obsession. one member, JEANNE, is seen meticulously arranging photographs of her love interest, while another —VIVA— stares longingly at a locked door, symbolising the desire to possess what lies beyond. TOMIE is shown lost in a reverie, surrounded by scattered photographs and mementoes of her love interest. her gaze is distant and unfocused as she retreats further into her own world, oblivious to the outside surroundings.

in CHESKA's scene, she's shown in a dimly lit room adorned with flickering candles and scattered with handwritten notes and crumpled papers. she's shown engaging in repetitive rituals, such as writing love letters or composing messages on her phone, only to delete them and start over again in a desperate quest for perfection.

AIMEE's seems to be the most heartbreaking one, as broken objects are scattered around her room. these represent the aftermath of a heated argument, with shadows cast against the walls mimicking the silhouette of a looming rival. most of the broken things are on the other side of the room, signalling that it was she who started the fight.

interwoven with these scenes are shots of the group performing the song in a dimly lit room, their intense gazes and dynamic choreography adding to the sense of urgency and desire.

as the song reaches its climax, the scenes escalate in intensity, with flashes of the members obsessively counting down the moments until they can be reunited with their object of desire. the house becomes a maze of mirrors, reflecting their fragmented psyche and inner turmoil.

finally, as the music fades out, we see the members standing in front of the house, their expressions a mix of longing and determination. the camera pans out, revealing it's engulfed in flames, a visual representation of the destructive power of obsession.

the music video shows a lingering shot of the house burning against the night sky, leaving viewers with a sense of unease and the haunting melody of MANIAC echoing in their minds. the last couple of seconds of the music video is silent, with the sound of fire slightly heard in the background, when suddenly a melodic whistle is heard before the scene shows members turning around when the video cuts off.

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Captured Moments Beyond the Stars

Pairing : Luocha x Reader Genre : Fluff, Domestic Summary : In a world of boundless wonder, the foreign traveller Luocha and you embark on interstellar journeys, capturing the essence of your shared love through photographs that become the foundation of a treasured album, a testament to the extraordinary adventures and the deep bond you nurture together. a/n : this fic is part of The Domestic Things They Do With You so feel free to check out what other character will be there!

In a world where the sky was painted with hues of peach and lavender, and where the scent of exotic flowers lingered in the air, you found yourself intertwined with the enigmatic Luocha. He was a man of foreign lands, a dashing figure with long blond hair that seemed to catch the sunlight and fair skin that held the secrets of his distant travels. His striking green eyes held a depth that whispered of galaxies and adventures beyond imagination.

From the moment you met, there was an undeniable spark between you. Luocha was not just a foreign merchant; he was a master of the healing arts, a virtuoso of medicine who had traversed the stellar seas in search of knowledge and rare herbs. But beneath his extraordinary skills lay a heart that beat with warmth and a longing for companionship.

Luocha was drawn to you, the way the tide is drawn to the moon. He saw in you a kindred spirit, a fellow explorer of life's wonders. And so, he invited you to join him on his journeys, to explore the far reaches of the cosmos by his side.

The adventures were unlike anything you had ever experienced. Together, you ventured through lush rainforests on distant planets, where bioluminescent creatures danced in the night. You stood on the precipice of crystalline cliffs, gazing at stars that painted the sky in colors you had never seen before. Luocha's laughter rang out like music, his hand always there to guide you through the unknown.

Amidst these breathtaking landscapes and interstellar wonders, there was a tradition the two of you held dear. It started with a simple idea: capturing moments through the lens of a camera. Luocha, with his eye for beauty, suggested that you document your travels together, not just for the memories but as a way to cherish them.

At first, it was a practical notion—pictures for commercial purposes, perhaps to promote the rare herbs and remedies Luocha offered. But it soon blossomed into something more intimate, a way for the two of you to immortalize your bond.

"Hold that pose just a moment longer," Luocha's voice would resonate, his tone warm as the sunlight that bathed you both.

With each click of the camera, you captured stolen glances and shared smiles, snapshots of the love that grew between you.

"You have a way of making every backdrop pale in comparison," Luocha would whisper as he leaned close, his breath tickling your ear before he gently pressed his lips to your temple.

Under the iridescent glow of a distant moon, you found yourselves perched on a cliff, overlooking a breathtaking expanse of shimmering oceans that seemed to stretch into eternity. Luocha's arm was draped around your shoulders, his fingers tracing absent-minded patterns as he spoke.

"You know," he began, his voice a gentle melody that harmonized with the rhythmic crash of the waves below, "I never thought I'd find someone who could match my curiosity for the unknown."

You leaned into his touch, a soft smile tugging at your lips. "I guess the stars had something else in mind."

Luocha chuckled, his eyes reflecting the starlight as he turned his gaze toward you. "Perhaps. Or perhaps it was fate that led us to each other across the galaxies."

A camera sat between you, ready to capture the beauty of this moment. Luocha's fingers brushed against yours as you both held onto the camera, his voice a whisper in the night air. "Shall we capture this, too? A moment suspended in time?"

With a nod, you framed the shot, your fingers brushing against Luocha's as you pressed the shutter button. The soft click resonated like a promise as you lowered the camera, sharing a knowing look.

As the days flowed into nights and the planets changed their colors, you found yourselves in a bustling market square on a distant world. Vibrant stalls lined the cobbled streets, and the air was filled with a symphony of scents and voices. Luocha's laughter blended seamlessly with the chaos, his eyes lighting up as he held up a peculiar fruit for you to see.

"Ah, my dear," he grinned, "have you ever seen anything quite like this? The colors, the texture—it's like a work of art."

You couldn't help but chuckle, shaking your head in wonder. "I can't say I have. But it's moments like these that make our travels unforgettable."

"Indeed," Luocha agreed, his gaze softening as he looked at you. "Just like the moments we capture in our photographs."

As you wandered through the market, Luocha's fingers found yours, intertwining in a dance of warmth and comfort. The camera dangled from your wrist, ready to capture the essence of this lively place. With each photograph, you were not just freezing a scene; you were preserving a feeling, a shared experience.

Later, back in the cozy nook of your temporary dwelling, you spread out the photographs on a table, surrounded by the trinkets and souvenirs you had collected along the way. Luocha sat across from you, his gaze tracing the contours of each image with a fond smile.

"These are like fragments of a dream," he mused, his voice a hushed whisper. "Moments we can hold onto, even as time sweeps us forward."

You picked up a photograph of the two of you standing beneath a canopy of bioluminescent trees, your smiles illuminated by the soft glow. "This one, Luocha. It captures the magic of that night."

He leaned closer, his breath mingling with yours as you both examined the image. "Yes, and this one," he added, pointing to a picture of a serene lake, its surface reflecting the twin moons of a distant planet. "A moment of tranquility in a chaotic universe."

With each photograph you selected, you recounted the stories that accompanied them—stories of laughter, discovery, and shared wonder. And then, as the album began to take shape, Luocha picked up a delicate flower, its vibrant hue a stark contrast to the white page.

"This pressed flower from Virella Prime—do you remember how its fragrance filled the air?" Luocha would ask, a fond smile curving his lips as he held the delicate petal between his fingers. "I do, let's add it," you suggested, placing the petal beside a photograph of a lush garden.

The two of you continued to sort through the photographs, reliving each moment with laughter and fondness. "Remember that time when we got caught in that rainstorm on Rilion V? Your expression is absolutely priceless in that picture," you would chuckle, tracing the droplets captured on film.

Luocha's eyes met yours, and you both understood that this album was more than just a collection of pictures; it was a testament to the bond you shared. With a shared smile, you reached for a glue stick, ready to turn these captured moments into something tangible and beautiful.

As the album's pages filled with photographs, pressed flowers, and handwritten notes, you realized that the act of creating this album was as much a cherished memory as the moments themselves. It was a quiet ritual, a labor of love that spoke volumes without words.

And so, as the stars continued to twinkle outside your window and the scent of foreign flowers wafted through the air, you and Luocha carried on with your time-honored tradition. With every photograph carefully placed, with every story shared, you fortified the connection that bound your hearts across the vast expanse of the universe—a connection that would endure, just like the captured moments in your album.

#˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ mai writes #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr x reader #hsr luocha #luocha x reader #luocha #star rail #hsr fluff #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail luocha #hsr x gender neutral reader

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Round 3 of build a smau

(fully embracing it now)

results from the semifinals are in! (rip Butterflies and Bylines, bokkie was rooting for you!)

Below are the top 3 votes from round two. The winner of this round is going to be the title of Changbinnie's smau forever so choose wisely.

I came up with an official summary for the changbin fic so here you go:

pairing: idol!Changbin x fem concert photographer/journalist!reader

summary: Amatur concert photographer Y/n has recently been promoted to concert journalist. Her first assignment? An exposé on the popular Kpop boy group, Stray Kids. Spending an entire tour doing in depth interviews with eight men seems simple enough, but one member isn't exactly open to the idea. Will Y/n be able to break down the walls around his heart, or will her big break turn into a big disaster?

Adding in the tentative acronyms to help with decision making

Happy Voting!

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Headcanon - Their time in Loveland High

I’ve given up waiting for MLQC to give us more glimpses of S2 Gavin and MC in Loveland High so I did it myself ( ´ ▿ ` )

“Feel free to come to the piano room to hear me play.” - MC in Palpitating Date

[ THE PIANO ROOM ]

During his first visit to the piano room, Gavin leaned next to the window, keeping a safe distance between himself and MC so that she wouldn’t feel uncomfortable

He also bought her a bottle of strawberry milk. While he initially rejected her offer to share it, he gave in after she claimed that she’d enjoy it more since sharing makes it taste sweeter 🍓

During his subsequent visits, Gavin would continue to bring strawberry milk and pull a chair next to her to get a better view of her hands as they glided across the black and white keys

While he tried his best to focus on the melodies, Gavin would find himself musing on how soft her hands look and how it’d feel to hold them

After much persuasion from MC, Gavin agreed to let her teach him how to play a few simple tunes. This also meant that he was “promoted” to sharing the piano bench with her

On warm summer days, he’d occasionally doze off while she plays the piano, his head plopping onto her shoulder. MC would respond by giving him a soft look before nuzzling her head against his

Minor took photographic evidence of their afternoon naps together (and traded them with Gavin for self-defence classes)

[ LYNN’S KITCHEN ]

MC, Gavin and Minor often visited Lynn’s Kitchen after school

When Mr Noah hosted a Spicy Noodles Challenge, MC and Minor made a bet between themselves that the one who gave up first would have to do chores for the other over the next month

Gavin secretly requested for Mr Noah to add extra chilli in Minor’s bowl

Minor regretted everything

[ NEW LIGHT MALL ]

The first time they hung out properly outside school was when MC needed help deciding on what to get for Minor’s birthday

Gavin was initially a little grumpy that MC was putting so much effort into it, but he also felt happy that they could spend time together outside of school and without Minor’s incessant yapping

While MC scanned through the shelves, Gavin started to ponder on what he should get for MC’s birthday

Although the things in the mall were cute, they didn’t seem sincere or good enough for her

Maybe he should make something for her instead. Something convenient that she could carry around. Maybe a keychain? Or maybe a bracelet?

How about a bracelet with a ginkgo pendant resembling the ones that sometimes drifted into the piano room from the window?

“Gavin? What do you think of this?”

MC snapped Gavin out of his thoughts, holding a simple black choker

“Mm, it looks nice.”

[ HIS EVOL ]

His Evol was awakened when he spotted MC getting cornered by a bunch of bullies holding baseball bats from a distance

He was desperate to get to her quickly, but he was simply too far away

The only thing he could do was run towards her with an arm stretched out...

...which somehow caused the bullies to get knocked to the side by a powerful gust of wind

Since his mother also had the Evol of wind control, he recognised what this ability was

While the bullies were scared stiff, he rushed to MC’s side and brought her to a safe place

At first, he was afraid of what MC would think of him. Would she think that he’s a freak?

To his surprise, MC took the news incredibly well. He even seemed to spot some relief in her eyes

“At least you could avoid the fall this time...” she mumbled under her breath before shaking her head and looking at him. “So... when are you taking me out for a flight?”

[ TAKING FLIGHT ]

When Gavin took MC flying for the first time, she could distinctly hear Gavin’s heart beating frantically against her ear. Whether it was from the thrill of flight or from their close proximity, MC decided that it didn’t matter

She simply closed her eyes, relishing the familiarity of Gavin’s firm embrace that almost made her forget that such peaceful times were as transient as a passing breeze

Before his inevitable departure, she’d give Gavin a treasure trove of wonderful memories of youth to cling onto during the many trials he’d face in the near future

And at the end of the darkest tunnel, she’d be there, waiting for him.

More original and translated writings: here

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November 9th 1903 saw the birth near Pittsburgh of Margaret Fay Shaw, the American writer who did much to record the music and culture of South Uist.

It was a love affair which developed between a young American musician and one of Scotland’s most picturesque islands. The story started when the visitor first heard a babble of animated conversation in a language which she didn’t recognise as she was travelling through a remote community.

And that experience not only led to Margaret Fay Shaw becoming an ardent champion of the charms of Canna and South Uist and striking up a friendship with a famous author, but also compelled her to collect an unprecedented seam of music and verse from the early days of Hebridean culture.

The talented artist, who had dreams of becoming a concert pianist in her own right, Margaret was passionate about music from a very young age.

Arriving in South Uist in 1929 to collect Gaelic songs, she forged an enduring affinity with the island, and spent the remainder of her days amassing and collating an astonishing number of melodies and stories, whilst taking photographs and filming a way of living which, even a century ago, was ceasing to exist.

She married John Lorne Campbell in 1935 and, two years later, they purchased Canna, whereupon she spent the next seven decades promoting the places which she regarded as her spiritual home and where she was most comfortable.

A studious individual with a beetle-browed resolve to track down as precise details as she could, Margaret was never happier than when unearthing another hidden gem.

And she was meticulous in her research of the myriad ballads, poems and other pieces of artistic heritage which had been created by the islanders over generations.

Her approach to the subject was the philosophy that genius is an infinite capacity for taking pains, which helps to explain why she has left such a treasure trove behind her.

She wrote extensively on Canna, about her work, publishing the seminal book of songs ‘Folksongs and Folklore of South Uist’ in 1955 and her autobiography ‘From the Alleghenies to the Hebrides’ in 1993.

Their family friend Compton Mackenzie wrote his famous novel Whisky Galore while he was on Canna.

In the ensuing years, she stayed at Canna House until her death at the grand old age of 101 in 2004.

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Exploring the Rhythms of Knowledge: A Guide to Popular Music Books

Introduction: Music has a profound ability to resonate with our emotions, shape cultures, and define generations. Beyond the melodies and lyrics, there lies a wealth of stories, insights, and histories waiting to be discovered. Popular music books offer a gateway into this vast universe, providing readers with an opportunity to delve deeper into the artists, genres, and movements that have shaped the musical landscape. In this article, we'll explore a selection of popular music books that offer captivating narratives, scholarly analysis, and intimate portraits of the musicians who have left an indelible mark on our hearts and minds.

"Just Kids" by Patti Smith: Patti Smith's memoir "Just Kids" transports readers to the vibrant artistic scene of 1970s New York City. With poetic prose, Smith recounts her relationship with photographer Robert Mapplethorpe, offering a glimpse into their struggles, triumphs, and creative endeavors. Beyond its exploration of friendship and love, "Just Kids" serves as a testament to the power of artistic expression and the enduring legacy of two visionary artists.

"Chronicles: Volume One" by Bob Dylan: Bob Dylan's "Chronicles: Volume One" is a captivating journey through the life and career of one of the most influential figures in contemporary music. Through a series of vignettes, Dylan reflects on his early days in New York's folk scene, his rise to fame, and the creative process behind some of his most iconic songs. Blending memoir with meditations on artistry and identity, "Chronicles" offers readers a rare glimpse into the mind of a musical legend.

"How Music Works" by David Byrne: In "How Music Works," Talking Heads frontman David Byrne explores the mechanics of music creation, from the cultural influences that shape musical styles to the technological innovations that have transformed the industry. Drawing on his own experiences as a musician and collaborator, Byrne offers a thought-provoking analysis of the role that music plays in our lives and societies. With its blend of scholarship and personal reflection, "How Music Works" is essential reading for anyone interested in the art and science of sound.

"Our Band Could Be Your Life" by Michael Azerrad: Michael Azerrad's "Our Band Could Be Your Life" chronicles the rise of American indie rock through the stories of thirteen seminal bands, including Black Flag, Sonic Youth, and Minor Threat. Through extensive interviews and archival research, Azerrad paints a vivid portrait of a musical subculture defined by DIY ethos, artistic experimentation, and grassroots activism. More than just a history book, "Our Band Could Be Your Life" is a testament to the transformative power of music and the enduring spirit of rock 'n' roll.

"Meet Me in the Bathroom" by Lizzy Goodman: In "Meet Me in the Bathroom," journalist Lizzy Goodman offers an oral history of the early 2000s New York City rock scene, focusing on bands like The Strokes, Interpol, and Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Through interviews with musicians, promoters, and other key players, Goodman provides an insider's perspective on a cultural moment that revitalized indie rock and reshaped the music industry. With its raw honesty and unflinching portrayal of the highs and lows of fame, "Meet Me in the Bathroom" is a must-read for anyone interested in the intersection of music, culture, and urban life.

Conclusion: Popular music books offer readers a chance to immerse themselves in the rich tapestry of musical history, from the streets of 1970s New York City to the indie rock clubs of the early 2000s. Whether exploring the lives of iconic artists, dissecting the mechanics of musical creation, or chronicling the rise of musical movements, these books provide invaluable insights into the power of music to shape our world and our lives. So, whether you're a die-hard fan or a casual listener, pick up a book and let the rhythms of knowledge carry you away.

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Rod Tuffcurls and The Bench Press Visit Photographic Melodie for Fun Promo Session Extravaganza

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FT Tech News 07: Instagram to focus on photos in 2023 | Google AI Music Generator | Apple’s own search engine | Hasbro cuts workforce by 15% despite profits | SpaceX launched 49 Starlink’s internet satellites

What's hot in today's tech news? Let's find out.

Instagram to focus on photos in 2023

You must have noticed a lot of videos and reels being recommended in your Instagram feeds in 2022. Since Instagram reels were a new feature added by Instagram, it was promoted heavily. Even the Chief of Instagram, Adam Mosseri, accepted that Instagram overfocused on videos last year. He revealed this in his weekly Q&A last week. He admitted that in 2022, they put an excessive amount of emphasis on video, pushed ranking too much, and essentially showcased more videos than photographs. Mosseri admitted that videos were favored in the ranking algorithms of feeds and explore pages of Instagram in 2022. They pushed the ranking of videos way too far and show way more videos and very few photos. He also said that things are balanced between the number of likes and comments on a photograph vs on a video. And this is a good thing. Yes, videos are more in number than photos on Instagram and this is what drives more traffic to Instagram. But photos are always going to be a significant part of Instagram. So in 2023, Instagram will focus on photos more. This does not mean that it will just focus on photos, it means now you will see an almost equal number of photos and videos in your feed and explore page. If you are someone who was just ranking because of your videos, be ready to include photos as well. This strategy will surely help you maintain the position that you have gained just because of videos. Good Luck.

Google AI Music generator is impressive

Recently Google shared information about its new AI research project named MusicLM. According to Google, this advanced AI can create music from texts or from a human humming or whistling. Seriously, ChatGPT was not enough to kill the majority of technical jobs that now music artists' jobs are in jeopardy. Currently, this tool has not been made available for public use like ChatGPT is. But Google has shared multiple webpage information on MusicLM. Here you can find a large collection of music samples generated by Google’s MusicLM. These collections range from ten seconds snippets to five-minute-long music. Let me explain in brief how this MusicLM works and generates music. It receives input from texts, human humming, and whistling and processes it through its AI algorithms and finally produces music at 24kHz which remains consistent for several minutes. It is obvious that it cannot produce human-like music perfectly because it cannot do the voices. But still, the music that it produces are melodious. It can even create a song that evolves over time by using a series of text prompts. For now, there are announcements or release dates when this MusicLM will be available but one thing is for sure because of AI no job is safe.

Apple’s own search engine

It is rumored that Apple might bring its own search engine sooner or later. This is good news for the users because more search engines mean more competition and we all know that competition is very very beneficial to users as it constantly brings new features and ideas to users. So what makes people think that Apple will launch its own search engine? First Apple already got a huge user base plus it is refining its search products since 2013 through the other companies it owns. For instance, through Siri or Apple's Spotlight search on the Mac, a technology from Topsy Labs already enables specialized queries, and Laserlike utilizes AI to search the web and compile a database. This perfectly makes sense for Apple to make its own search engine. But there is one big problem for Apple. Do you know Google pays Apple about 8 to 10 billion dollars to make Google search the default option on every iPhone and iPad? If Apple launches its own search engine, then it will have to say goodbye to this huge amount of money. It will be a huge loss overnight. But the Apple search engine definitely will have potential because of the Apple brand value and software and security standards. Also Read: FT Tech News 06: Donald Trump back on Facebook and Instagram | Android 14 to block the installation of older version apps | Apple rolls out update for iPhone 5s | Biometric lock for Chrome incognito tabs | iPhone 15 to come with Wi-Fi 6E

Hasbro cuts 15% of the workforce despite profits

I literally cannot understand why so many international companies are cutting off their workforce. First, it was Meta, then Amazon, Microsoft, Google, NasDaily, and now Hasbro. In case you do not know what is Hasbro, let me answer in brief. Hasbro is a multinational entertainment corporation and it is most recognized for being the owner of toy brands like My Little Pony, G.I. Joe, and Transformers. Wizards of the Coast, a gaming firm that oversees franchises including Magic: The Gathering and Dungeons & Dragons, is part of the corporation's gaming division. Hasbro has declared that it will lay off 15% of its global workforce which is equivalent to 1000 jobs. The reason they gave was consumer products underperformed in the fourth quarter. According to Hasbro reports, the company’s gaming division made a 22% of year over year increase whereas other departments made a 17% overall loss. This layoff was among the new plan announced by CEO Chris Cocks named “Blueprint 2.0” This blueprint also includes the departure of president and chief operating officer Eric Nyman.

SpaceX launched 49 Starlink’s internet satellites in orbit

SpaceX launched Starlink’s broadband satellites into orbit on January 30. The number of satellites was 49. It was live broadcasted on its website space.com and on its youtube channel. SpaceX has already launched 3800 Starlink satellites into orbit and this mission just added to the number. SpaceX has the permission of launching 12,000 satellites and in advance, it has already applied for 30,000 launch permission. Read the full article

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felicitymitchell · 1 year

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major music project progress (so far)

I started the project knowing I wanted to release a body of recorded work. I had the initial goal of 6-7 songs, but after realistic consideration of the workload and time to bring the project to completion, I reconsidered. The project now has the objective of 5 songs, with a potential addition of one or two unofficial bonus tracks.

I started writing new material for the project and when combined with already written work I ended up with over 13 songs to choose from, which proved to be a challenge. I worked with some 1st year MUB students as A&R and they assisted in the process by giving feedback on demos and songs I had been writing and considering for the final project which has given me audience insight (they are both fans of my music outside of the A&R work and listen to artists that share a similar target audience to me) and allowed me to feel more confident in my creative decisions. I have since recorded several demo versions of potential tracks and managed to decide on a final (but subject to potential change) track list of 5.

as it stands, I have one pure pop track, 2 darker tracks, and 2 acoustic/sad tracks. I wanted to follow on from my July 22' release cohesively but allow myself creative room to dip into other genres and so the vision I have for the EP is a blend of guitar pop, dark pop, and acoustic pop as the tracks I have selected vary in style and tell a story when combined and so I want them to sound sonically different, to really allow the listener to feel the sense of the story being told and evolving. I am working with the same Korean producer that I worked with on 'jealous' for all 5 of the tracks so he will be producing remotely and I will record all the final vocals in the studio at the university, I am still undecided on my choice of mic.

I am aiming to do a limited-run physical release of the EP and have been talking to HMV Cheltenham who are interested in stocking it. I would also like to do a release show/party and am currently researching marketing methods other than submitting to spotify editorials and organic promotion through my socials.

I currently have a Pinterest board that i am using to collect and brainstorm ideas for artwork and graphics, and I am looking to work with some of the Ed & Ad students for some photograph elements.

In my padlet under the title 'audio links' i have linked a basic piano and vocals of each of my chosen songs. Although these are not advanced production wise and have not been completed yet, it gives an idea of the finished structure and melody of each track. I have also linked demos to other tracks that have not made the final cut but have been considered and may end up being included as exclusive demos/stripped back versions etc. as i have seen these become more popular through platforms like tiktok- audiences seem to be enjoying stripped back and demo versions of songs.

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plungermusic · 2 years

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A moment’s respectful silence to mark the occasion …

… would have been nice, but alas not to be.

Not another recent event you might be thinking of, but still a potentially sombre and emotional occasion - the laying to rest of the material that has formed Jade Like The Stone’s set for the last few years. Jade opened by announcing, “This is a night of many ends for me, and new beginnings! Don’t worry it’s not sad, well kind of… This is the last time I’m going to do this set. I’m moving on to new writings, so I’m saying goodbye to it… it’s the end of an era of my life.” Heightening the ‘Sorry I’ve got something in my eye’ mood was her dedication of the performance to her “late great brother” (who drowned while still young) on what would have been his 32nd birthday, “Most of my writing has been moulded and shaped by that event in my life… that’s why I’m saying goodbye to it today, and I'm so happy!”

Plunger imagines that for preference such a ‘service’ would have been better held in one of what could pass as ‘family chapels’ for Jade: The Half Moon, The Troubadour, or The Bedford with ‘only close family present’ (i.e. her loyal fans, although there were still a good number of those in the crowd on the night).

But a gig’s a gig, and what we got was an all-too-brief support set for Hamburg’s Mad Hatter’s Daughter in the smaller of 229’s two rooms under the banner of Talentbanq (noted promoters of solo acoustic artists… and amateur photographers, it would seem). Plunger can’t put their finger on exactly why, but this venue has an oddly ‘agricultural college students’ union bar’ flavour about it* and on this occasion that impression was intensified by the constant not-so-low-level animated chat that rumbled on throughout the set.

Another fly in Jade’s ointment was the absence through ill health of her accomplice in harmonies, Kiran Hungin: while another layer of vocal texture would have been welcome, Jade’s voice is more than capable of holding its own without any extra adornment, as demonstrated by the set opener Fire In The Blood. Atmospheric bottom-end piano backing an at first coquettish vox, building through a dramatic stop/start chorus to passionate peaks with oodles of sustain-without-strain (the benefits of her operatic training) culminating in a high, near-falsetto incantation and gooseflesh-raising finale.

After switching chairs and instruments (“It’s an autoharp, before you ask ‘what the devil is that?!’ Auto Rosy she’s called, she’s made of rosewood and she’s a bitch, to be honest!”) Jade launched into a rustic Welsh mountainside version of the Stones’ Dead Flowers: her pure, folky lilt tinging the lyric with more wistful regret than sardonic bitterness, and the autoharp lending a churchy harmonium feel. That tone continued in Blackbirds’ dreamy unsettling two-chord progression: inspired by two adult blackbirds’ mourning cries for their dead fledgling (and echoing her mother’s howl on being told of her son’s drowning) the childlike-but-powerful keening delivery was haunting. Peak ‘chapel’ came in the simple revivalist melody of the song most openly inspired by Jade’s brother, Hymn For Reuben with its heartfelt chorus and moving wordless lines.

Despite the emotional punch of those last three numbers the yakking (particularly from the back of the room) steadily increased: such that Jade did remark (with admirable composure) “Hey, someone’s only trying to bare their soul to you here, but that’s OK…” before portentous descending piano chords heralded Young Thing, a threnody to the passing of one’s youth. A perfect showcase for the range and variety of her voice, running from rich lower register to high fragile warbles and muscular oomph, in a song dripping with drama and passion. The set closed with the stunning Lightning (an old fave from Du Bellows years) with more dark anthemic piano and a closing tour de force vocal display of spine-tingling power and sustained notes that drew a spontaneous ovation from the whole crowd.

It might not have been the committal ceremony Plunger would have picked but there was still plenty of pomp and majesty if you were paying attention, and we look forward with keen interest to hearing the new material… mae'r Frenhines wedi marw, hir fyw y Frenhines!

*It turns out 229 is managed under the umbrella of the charity, International Students House (the enormous residential, social and cultural centre for international and British students next door to 229) which explains a lot.

#jade like the stone #jade danielle williams #STFU and listen #pomp and majesty

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spotifyplaquesstuff · 2 years

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How to Get Your Music on Spotify

Not a Marked Craftsman? Don't worry about it

There are many free craftsmen and we as a whole need to zero in on a certain something: acquiring new fans! Indeed, considerably more than cash, we really want individuals to hear us and educate their companions regarding the marvelous new band they found. Getting our music placed on Spotify is a basic move toward this cycle.

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Except if you've been living Happy to the point bursting, you've known about Spotify and its "freemium" administration. You've additionally heard how Spotify has overwhelmed the informal organization. Each time one of my companions pays attention to a tune, it springs up on my Spotify, Facebook, Twitter, and anything other social records I have; ex: "Hello! Nicklas just joined Spotify and paid attention to Weasel... " You understand.

So despite the fact that how much cash you make per stream (per play) is under a penny, the openness potential is definitely justified. Also, luckily for independent specialists such as yourself, getting your music onto Spotify is quite simple.

As of now, you might be endorsed to a name. Provided that this is true, your music may be on Spotify as of now. In the event that it isn't, call your rep and inquire as to whether they've transferred your music to the help. On the off chance that they haven't and you need them as well, provide the request! (in a pleasant manner). Likewise, ensure they send Spotify your press unit stacked with a bio, photographs, contact data and whatever else that makes you stick out. Adequately straightforward, right?!

Assuming that you are an unsigned craftsman, that is OK since there are lots of ways of transferring your music without a name. Notwithstanding, Spotify can't haggle with you straightforwardly. No difference either way. I'm certain it's one of the limitations of their concurrence with the majors. In any case, the arrangement is still genuinely basic. You want to pick a merchant like Tunecore, CDBaby or DittoMusic. I've composed a survey of these wholesalers so you can save some time and continue to practice.

Whenever you've made a record with a wholesaler or consented to a mark arrangement, your music will be transferred onto Spotify inside 4 a month and a half. In any case, there is still work to be finished, which drives us to:

Spotify doesn't necessarily accept your great press unit, so particularly similarly as a reinforcement, make a profile at allmusic.com. Spotify will check for you there in the event that they don't get a bio.

Now that everything the dreary stuff is finished with, now is the ideal time to tell your fans Spotify will be wearing your tunes soon! Think of cool promotion posts on Facebook, Twitter and MySpace. Make a promotion video for your YouTube channel. Just had a sweet thought: compose a tune only for your Spotify discharge and interface it to your posts! Ex: "Can hardly hold on to see our fans on Spotify. We've recorded a melody only for you folks! Coming to your Spotify account soon!" Fans will gobble it up!

OK, there are two or three monotonous things to achieve still. No site is finished any longer without interactive logos. When your music is on Spotify, download the help's logo at iconfinder.com. Then, look for your band profile on Spotify (a few choices will come up, including "Top Hit, Tracks, Playlists"... you need to choose the connection under "Craftsman"). While floating over your craftsman profile, right snap and select "Duplicate Spotify URI." Last, consolidate the URI with the Spotify logo by adding it to your site or blog sidewall by making an "Picture Gadget."

Another hip promotion you can use for Spotify is the "Spotify Play Button." This component permits you to post melodies onto your site and blog. Once more first, right snap any melody, collection or playlist in Spotify you wish to advance and choose "Duplicate Spotify URI."

For instance, how about we present this URI on your blog. Open up your blog, compose something to your ravenous fans in html mode: ("We realize you all need a sneak pinnacle of our forthcoming collection. Here is the principal track for you! Share it with your friends!"). Then, post the connection and add a welcome.

Despite the fact that Spotify will assist with acquiring fans for your greatness, it can't be the beat-all, end-all arrangement! For your band to succeed, you need to rehearse present day showcasing, and that implies using various vehicles. Assisting you with succeeding is our position at musicmunch.com. Visit us for additional tips!

Another hip promotion you can use for Spotify is the "Spotify Play Button." This element permits you to post tunes onto your site and blog. In the first place, right snap any tune, collection or playlist in Spotify you wish to advance and by and by select "Duplicate Spotify URI."

For instance, we should present this URI on your blog. Open up your blog, compose something to your ravenous fans in html mode: ("We realize you all need a sneak pinnacle of our impending collection. Here is the principal track for you! Share it with your friends!"). Then, post the connection and add a greeting.

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jacksonscarlett143 · 2 years

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How to Go about Online Teen Dating

Gone are where a person needs to genuinely seek after a young lady with verse or melodies, little blessings, and demonstrations of adoration. Minutes are over where a young lady needs to take a load off to trust that the contrary sex will uncover his enthusiasm to her. Ordinary dating is getting remarkable nowadays particularly to the youthful ones.

These days, adolescents like to meet individuals not just inside their friend network. They will in general traverse the limit to assemble with other individuals from VictoriaHearts.

You can date without venturing out of the solace of your home. All you need is your arrangement of PC or workstation, the web, and above all the web cam. You are set to go about adolescent online dating.

Juliet had her gauges, each young lady has. Basically, you have to consider and picture the sort of fellow you wish to be with. It is prescribed that you compose the qualities and attributes you expect towards the contrary sex. Don't just concentrate on the positive angle, it is additionally best to consider and portray the negative side. From that point, attempt to consider ways on the most proficient method to battle those unconstructive dispositions.

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• Honest data. On the off chance that you need to be treated with most extreme genuineness, at that point you should likewise demonstrate a similar level of honesty. On the off chance that you don't need your total name to be openly promoted, at that point you can utilize a screen name that best recognize you.

• Personal data, for example, your age, conjugal status, instruction, interests and other relevant self-portrayal must be given uprightness. Moreover, abandon yourself-depiction light however ensure that it is inside an agreed climate.

• Specific objectives. You have to recognize what your objectives are in experiencing online dating Reviews. It is ideal to pinpoint in the event that you need unimportant fellowship or movement accomplices.

• Mention your very own desires. It is ideal to discuss what you anticipate from other individuals who have interests on meeting you. Setting desires can leave an impression to the next individual how s/he act. Try not to play around.

• Picture impeccable. An image says everything. It is prescribed to post your own image on your profile. Thusly, the other individual will have a thought of your identity. Try not to leave your profile with a question mark photograph or unidentified photographs. This will leave questions and faltering to your watchers. Others may imagine that you are not genuine with what you are doing.

When dating solicitations begin to fill your inbox, it is appropriate to give kindness take note. Most affability sees come in email structure. At first, make your email common. Thank the other individual for his enthusiasm on checking your profile. You can develop a portion of your own enthusiasm on your reaction email; anyway it is ideal to keep it short and compact. Put some secret on becoming acquainted with one another stage.

Romeo and Juliet by and by met. You as a young person might be anxious to meet the face behind the sweet electronic words. You can mastermind a "genuine date," and become acquainted with the individual eye to eye. Before you do as such, it is ideal to think of some as wellbeing estimates, for example,

• Bring a companion. Your companion will fill in as your s dating back-up if uneventful condition is to occur. You will check the genuineness and masculinity of your date, on the off chance that he invites and accommodates your companion.

• Inform huge others. It is suggested that you advise huge others, for example, your parent, gatekeeper or dear companions about your date.

• Leave behind essential contact data. As you advise your critical others, it is ideal to give them the area of your date. Furthermore, list other contact data, for example, your cell phone number so they realize where to get in touch with you.

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