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Immortal Artistry - Ch. 9 - Destroy It

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A Vampire AU F1 Fic Featuring Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader, George Russell x Fem!Reader, hints of Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader, Lestappen, Sebchal, and Sainzell (or Russainz?)

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Ch. 9 Warnings: Sexual content; language; vampire blood violence

A/N: Thank you for reading this fic! Hope you enjoy this option 😄❤

Ch. 9 - Destroy It

2023

Balling your hand into a fist, you summon your nerve before reaching out for the pen. Tucking it close to your side, you push up from the conference room chair and head for the door. Your heart hammers in your throat as the walk down the hallway suddenly seems endless.

But as your fingers finally graze the cool metal handle of the rubbish chute, you work a hard swallow down your throat. Drawing a deep breath, you quickly pull the chute open and throw the pen in before you can rethink it. It clunks off the chute’s metal walls as it falls, and your eyes sink closed as a wave of relief washes over you.

It’s done. And now… now, it’s over.

Now perhaps Charles, George, Carlos – hell, even Max – will all leave you alone. They can continue to duke it out over eternity - to move their chess pieces around the board in hopes of achieving checkmate – and you can get back to your life. Such as it is, at least.

Perhaps you’ll be assigned a new boss soon. Perhaps you’ll have some new engrossing case that you can immerse yourself in. But perhaps, first, you’ll need a bottle of wine to help you forget the madness of the last four days – or even just this morning of having a vampire-chef’s hamburger for breakfast.

The thought teases an incredulous smile to your face as you return to your office. Exhaling deeply to help calm your mind, you return to the open email you tried to write earlier and find the words flow easier now. You continue to work through the other items in your inbox, even taking the time to actually focus on reading an article and looking up a couple of references. Tension bleeds from your shoulders as your body relaxes against your desk chair with a strange sense of ease and freedom.

Because now you are free. Without that pen – without that film – there’s nothing that either Charles or George could want from you. And while part of you may always wonder what else they’re up to in the world, the rest of you will be grateful not to be involved.

Hours of peaceful productivity pass until the sun settles low in the sky. Powering down your laptop, you reach for your bag and glance out the window at the last rays of twilight. A prickle of fear runs down your spine even though it shouldn’t… there’s nothing more that you have to fear from the undead, and you certainly can’t live the rest of your life scared to go out at night.

The elevator descends to the parking garage with a dull hum, opening to the elevator lobby that buzzes with the distant sound of the sodium-vapor lamps. You squint against the monochromatic color that bounces off the concrete surroundings as you push out into the humid night. A sparse collection of cars surrounds yours and your heels echo off the concrete surface – until gravel crunches and echoes from the distance, followed by a low scuffing thud.

You freeze, eyes widening as every survival instinct jumps to high alert. Gripping your bag tight, you dart your gaze around, seeking out any sign of a shadow or movement. But nothing looks different… and you still appear to be completely alone. Your mouth goes dry as your heart pounds and an eerie feeling creeps down your spine.

Just because you can’t see anyone sure as hell doesn’t mean that you’re alone.

“H-hello…?” You call out, trying to keep the concerned quaver out of your voice. “George…? … Max?”

Only the ubiquitous buzzing of the light fixtures greets you. Maybe it was just some other employee on a lower level… or a stray cat or a mouse…? Or maybe you are just slowly losing your mind. Hell, if the security guard is watching you on the camera feed, they probably certainly think you’re crazy.

Wetting your top lip nervously as you continue to look around for anything suspicious, you decide to go for broke. “I don’t have it.” You say clearly. “I destroyed it, and now… now, no one has it.”

You have no idea if anyone is even in earshot or if you’re talking to the wind, but it marginally helps you relax. Even just saying it aloud – especially if someone does lurk unseen in the shadows – helps calm your unease. It reminds you of the finality of your decision and there’s nothing anyone can do to reverse it.

Exhaling shakily, you continue to your car and slide into the driver’s seat – quickly locking the door behind you. The engine revs to life and you take off into the night, heading straight for your apartment. Your unease fades the closer you get to home, and after killing the engine, you don’t think twice about exiting your car. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you reach for your keys as you approach your apartment building.

A strong hand wraps around your upper-arm, dragging you close against a tall, lean chest. You gasp as your eyes connect with George’s handsome profile in the streetlight, his face a mask of hard determination as he falls into step with you. Or at least, he tries to, but your feet forget how to move as he all but drags you along.

“Come along now, darling.” He purrs softly, tucking you closer against his side in parody of a couple’s embrace. “We have much to discuss.”

Your mind spins as you try to keep up, to possibly understand what he’s doing here. “We – there’s nothing more to discuss.” You shake your head, trying to keep the fearful stammer from your voice. “I-I destroyed it. Did you… did you already hear me say that?”

He gives a reprimanding shake of his head, squeezing his hand in forceful encouragement as you all but stumble up the stairs. “This is hardly the place.”

“And w-why not?” You grip your keys tighter as you steadily approach the building door. “It’s done – it’s over.”

“It’s hardly over.” George counters, nodding towards the door. “Open it.”

Fear courses down your spine as your heart races. “I don’t want to.”

George turns towards you with a cold expression mirrored in his glacial eyes. “Either you do it of your own free will, or I’ll make you. Your choice.”

Your mouth goes dry as your heart threatens to beat out of your chest. Fighting to steady your trembling fingers, you jam the key into the lock and the door falls open to reveal the pleasant hallway within. The old building isn’t grandiose by any means, but now the lack of a front desk and night guard strikes you as a poor decision.

The strength of George’s grip tightens as he ushers you inside and down the small hallway, leading you straight to the narrow staircase. Your stomach sinks to your feet as he drags you up the stairs - knowing just exactly how to get to your apartment. “George,” you breathe, trying not to sound too desperate. “Please, let me go… I have nothing for you.”

“Oh, we both know that’s not true.” He says as you both step out into the second floor hallway.

You debate screaming, or clawing at his perfect features - something, anything to bring the neighbors running. Perhaps if they outnumber him, that would be too much exposure for him. Or perhaps he’d just kill you on the spot before making his escape. A tear stings your eye as you try to stall the movement of your feet, but the increased pressure on your arm tears a whimper from your throat.

Up ahead, a door opens - and thank God for Paulette Masterson. You’d never had any strong feelings about your older neighbor across the hall, but now, you think you might love her just a little bit. Your eyes meet hers, and her face brightens with concerned alarm.

“Oh, my god!” She cries in a heavy French accent, glaring at George. “You - you unhand her this instant!”

Your bottom lip trembles as you draw a shaking breath. “Paulette, please-” Your voice chokes up in a pained gasp as George’s grasp tightens in silent warning and he lunges forward. His other hand snatches Paulette’s jaw and he looms over her with his impressive height.

“Look at me.” He commands in a velvety purr as Paulette stares back at him as if stunned. “That’s right.” His words sound in a steely whisper as he stares her down and her eyes turn glossy. “Now, return to your apartment and forget that you ever left.”

“N-no!” The shaking word leaves your lips before you can stop it and a tear leaks down your cheek. Wordlessly, Paulette turns from George’s grasp and shuffles with zombie-like motions back to her own apartment. The front door closes behind her with a thud that resonates like the final nail in a coffin - your coffin - as George urges you down the hallway to stop in front of your door.

You clutch the keys tight, refusing to give him the final satisfaction.

His grip tightens again to the point of pain as his fingers curl and nails dig into the soft skin of your arm. “I don’t know why you insist on trying my patience tonight - and here I thought you were a good girl.”

“Only to those who I deem worthy.” You hiss as frustrated anger starts to build in your chest. “And you, George? You play nice when really you’re… you’re just a wild thing pretending to be tame.”

He regards you for a long moment before the corner of his mouth lifts, revealing a sharp pointed canine. “And what about you, darling?” He purrs, leaning in close and hitting you with a wave of cologne that has no right to stir sparks in your blood. “You’re just a wild thing trapped inside a cage… and if you don’t open this door,” his hand squeezes your arm and another whimper chokes off in your throat. “Then, I’ll take away your power to decide if you stay in that cage or not.”

Another hot tear burns down your cheek as your arm throbs - no doubt severely bruised - and you swallow a sob as your vibrato falters and you fumble for your keys. The door opens after a few attempts, and the familiar interior of your apartment offers you little comfort as the door closes behind George. But at least he finally releases your arm, and you instantly bring your other hand to protectively cover the abused skin.

George steps further into the shadows of your apartment, and his fitted, black turtleneck and trousers complement every angle of his lean frame as he keeps his gaze fixed solely on you. He moves through your apartment like he owns it, and you wonder just how many times he’s been here. Your stomach sours to think that he potentially watched over you while you slept.

Slowly, you shake your head and draw another trembling sigh as you move away from him in the living room. “I already told you that I don’t have it - and it’s not a lie.” You try to moisten your mouth with a swallow. “I don’t have the treasure map that you want.”

George’s gaze narrows with piqued interest. “A treasure map, hmm? Is that what Carlos told you it was?”

Your frenzied mind tries to think back to this morning - and fuck, that was just this morning that Carlos stood in your kitchen. You try to recall who used the words ‘treasure map’ first, but the details elude you. “I-I don’t think that's what he exactly called it. He showed me some article, he said that Toto told you, and t-that you take Toto’s word as gospel… but it is a map, right?” You say as your mouth runs away with you. “It had a compass rose, it had roads, a-and… what looked like an ‘x marks the spot’.”

George’s mouth curls to a wide, dazzling smile. “Oh, darling - you have just made my night.” He laughs in victory. “I knew your curiosity would get the better of you. I just knew that… even though you say you destroyed it, that you looked at it before you destroyed it.”

A cold wave of fear shoots down your spine. “That doesn’t mean that I remember any details or anything…” Your words trail off as you take a step backwards, suddenly feeling way too trapped for your liking as Geroge advances. “I-it was so small… on microfilm or something.”

“Oh, now don’t play modest,” George coaxes as he moves on silent steps and you continue back away from him. “You said that there was a compass rose, and roads, and even an ‘x marks the spot’. Sounds like you remember it all just fine.” His lips curl to another blood curdling smile that gives his handsome appearance a dark menace. “Now, you just need to tell me a couple of names and I’ll be on my way.”

Your heart leaps at the prospect. “But I don’t… the writing was too small to make out any names. I can’t - couldn’t read them.”

“Tsk-tsk,” he clucks his tongue, shaking his head with disappointment even as he moves towards you and you run out of room to run away. “I know you can do better than that.”

Your back connects with the solid surface of your apartment wall, and you try to summon an image of the tiny map in your mind’s eye. The black lines had been drawn in mostly straight lines, intersecting in various places, and the red x in the corner… but the words are jumbles of squiggles and letters that you can’t conjure. Trying to keep your breathing steady, you offer a dejected shake of your head. “I don’t… I just - I couldn’t make out the words! The writing was just too small, I swear!”

George stares back at you for a heart-pounding minute as he takes the final step, staring down at you as anxious fear grips you. He hums low in his throat. “Well, if you say so,” he whispers softly with deadly calm and firm resolve. “Then, there’s just one option left.” His chilly fingers find your jaw, tilting it up - just as you’d seen him do to Paulette in the hall - and you instantly slam your eyes shut.

“N-no! George, please.” You plead, trying futility to break free of his hold. “I’m telling the truth - I didn’t see any names. I won’t be able to tell anyone else!”

“Not that I doubt your sincerity, but this situation has stood for too long to leave it to chance.” His voice holds a chilling, ominous note. “You’re merely just another mortal caught in the struggle of eternity - never able to appreciate the true beauty of the world around you until you just open your eyes… so open your eyes.”

You bite your lip, steadfastly refusing. His fingers on your jaw tighten with bruising pressure as his blunt nails dig into your skin. A whimper chokes in your throat as you struggle to breathe through the pain, and you just squeeze your eyelids tighter together.

“Well, if looking at me isn’t enough,” George growls. “Then, let’s change the scenery, shall we?” His strong hand abandons your jaw to land on your shoulder, effortlessly peeling you away from the wall and dragging you forward. The sound of shattering glass makes your eyes fly open, and your mouth falls open to see your living room chair half-protruding from the broken remains of your balcony fire-escape window.

Your heart rate ratchets higher as he pushes you towards the sea of broken glass. “You can’t - you… you’re not going to throw me out of the window, are you?!”

“Don’t be so silly.” He coos breezily as if he’s not propelling you towards certain death. “Once I have what I need, there won’t be much of your mind left anyway, so it won’t be a problem for it to end up scrambled on the pavement.”

A terrified gasp escapes your throat as you claw at him, trying to fight back, trying to escape. But his supernatural strength prevails and the humid night breeze hits your face. “C-can’t you just…” your words trail off in a panicked hiccup. “I-I thought you would use your teeth.”

He chuckles low and disconcerting as he pushes you out onto the balcony, holding you tight. “Come now, darling - that’s mildly offensive. Not to mention racist. Drained bodies leave too many questions. But an accidental fall from a balcony? Now, that’s not too hard to believe.”

Another tear burns down your cheek as you feebly struggle. “P-please George - I didn’t… I don’t -”

“Oh, George,” another voice slices through your terrified mind. A heart-achingly familiar voice with lilting Monegasque syllables. “You disappoint me, mate.”

A relieved sob punches from your chest as Charles’ words echo above the blood pounding in your ears.

Nothing in George’s immobilizing hold eases as he pivots around to turn you back towards the darkened interior of your apartment. Charles stands like a dark avenging angel, eyes narrowed with resolve as he oozes effortless confident control. Another sob rises in your chest at the sight of him, and you want nothing more than to dissolve in the safety of his arms.

Charles’ glittering green eyes find yours. “It’s alright, cara mia.” His gaze turns to George, hardening with displeasure. “Let her go, mate. Haven’t you distressed her enough for one lifetime?”

A chuckle rumbles in George’s chest. “That was rather the point, you see. She positively reeks of you… it’s a wonder that you didn’t fuck her when you drank from her.” He nuzzles along your neck and you try to turn away in disgust. “She smells absolutely divine.”

Charles shakes his head in disapproval. “Then why upset her when you know that it would attract my attention?”

A sharp, harsh laugh punches from George’s chest this time. “Isn’t it obvious, mate? I want you to be here. To bear witness.” He jerks you tighter in his grip as he takes a step back towards the edge. “To see the high price of this game that you insist we keep playing even 80 years later.”

“Killing her isn’t going to change anything.” Charles simply says, taking a measured step forward. "She destroyed the map - we’re even. No one has the advantage.”

“Do you really think I’m that much of an idiot? To think that you haven’t got a backup copy? Or to think that maybe when she says she couldn’t read the writing that you could and the knowledge still exists in the world?” He gives a slow, resolved shake of his head. “No, Charles. Nothing good can come from that map if it’s not restoring the wrongs that have been allowed to stand for the last 80 years. And you would know that if - just once - you could understand how wrong you’ve been since Austria.”

Charles says nothing as he stares back at George in tense silence. Your overwrought nerves threaten to give out as you grow still in George’s strong hold and more tears leak from your eyes.

At length, Charles wets his top lip and tilts his head. “Wrong, you say…” He trails off with a soft hum. “I suppose you had the luxury of missing out on the war’s early years. The first retreat, the Nazi’s ravaging the countryside, the mass conquering…” He shoves a casual hand in his pocket as his tone sharpens with a steely edge. “You don’t get to stand there and lecture me on what’s right and what’s wrong - and if you can’t understand that, then we’re done here, mate.”

George huffs indignantly. “Glad we agree.” He takes another step back. “Then, I’ll just toss her over the edge, shall -” His words cut off in an undignified, startled scream as his balance falters. George’s suffocating hold loosens in his shock, and you trip over your own feet in a desperate escape attempt. The sounds of a sharp fight resonate behind you, but you’re too blinded by relief and fleeing instinct to turn around.

Sobs shake your frame as you stumble back into your apartment - and the comforting embrace of Charles’ arms catches you. You cling to him, crumbling as the last of your strength abandons you.

Charles rocks you gently as he sinks to the floor, encouraging you to burrow his chest. “There, there, cara mia,” he coos gently, resting his cheek atop of your head. “It’s over now. He won’t hurt you ever again.”

You dissolve against him, drowning in the strength of his arms around you. “I-I didn’t think… I thought destroying the pen would end it, that it-”

Charles shushes you quietly. “You did end it, cara mia. It’s over… and for what it’s worth, you did the right thing.” His lips brush a tender kiss to your brow. “No one needed the knowledge that map possessed.”

Glass crunches under strong footsteps behind you, and Charles shifts against you to look up. A hum of approval rumbles his chest before he speaks softly. “Thank you, Max.”

Another body draws up behind you, and everything about the strong embrace of Max’s arms, bracketing you between him and Charles feels so right. You cling to both of them, grateful to be alive and overwhelmed. “W-what about George…?” You choke out through gasping breaths.

“Don’t worry about him.” Max’s words hold a firm edge despite his gentle tone. “He won’t ever hurt you again.”

A rush of terrified memory overtakes you, and you cling closer to Charles and Max, letting them hold you in the dark interior of your apartment. Something warm and safe blooms in your chest as they surround you, and Charles presses another kiss to your brow. “In fact,” he coos softly. “No one will ever hurt you again.”

2026

Excitement buzzes in your veins. After weeks of counting down, today has finally come.

“If eternity is your choice, cara mia - then it’s something worth celebrating.” Charles clarified.

Max chuckled softly as he encouraged you. “Sure. Think of it like… like your undead birthday.”

Charles’ eyes shone with reassuring adoration. “That day will be the start of the rest of your life.” He reached out for your hand and a shiver of anticipation rippled across your skin. “A life with us, for as long as you want.”

The force of your smile threatened to split your face as you glanced between him and Max. “So, then… that’s really it? That’s all it takes?”

Max shrugged a dismissive shoulder. “It’s not a complicated process.”

The implications of the words stunned you, their offer overwhelming you. Immortality at your fingertips with Charles and Max by your side? Had there been anything else that you’d ever wanted more over the course of your life?

Slowly, you nodded and squeezed Charles’ hand. “Then, yes - I choose eternity. With you.” You turned your gaze towards Max, holding out a hand and taking his chilly fingers between yours. "And you.”

Charles’ face lit with a bright, satisfied smile. “Then, you shall have us, cara mia. And we shall have you.” He dipped his head to place a lingering, tantalizing kiss on the back of your hand. “Let’s find a date, and we’ll - oh! I should have the ballroom prepared.”

Your brow furrowed. “Ballroom? Seriously…? Your home has a ballroom?”

Mischief twinkled in Charles’ gaze. “This house is certainly old enough, so, yes - it does have a ballroom. Come, I’ll show you.” With your hand still in his, he stood and you followed, tugging Max along with you.

The Dutchman bit back an annoyed sigh - something he still hadn’t managed to shake even as an immortal. “Or maybe you shouldn’t show it to her, Charles,” he said even as he squeezed your fingers. “Why spoil the surprise?”

“Because - despite everything she’s seen - I don’t think she believes me, and I won’t have her questioning my sincerity for such an important decision.” Charles answered as they walked down a side hallway that you’d always considered unremarkable. Though, as Charles dropped your hand to throw open the innocuous double-wide doors, you would have to rethink that assessment.

Two magnificent chandeliers dripping in crystals and coated in dust dominated the elegant room. A piano stood lone sentry with only a scattering of plush chairs along the room’s periphery. The long, heavy curtains framing the windows showed their age despite the drawn shades, and the rich wood floor was desperately in need of some polish. But still… you’d never seen such a sight. At least, not outside of a fairy tale. And let alone in someone’s home.

You glanced around the room, still unable to believe it. “This is just… incredible. How did I fucking not know that this was here?” You took a step into the room, dropping Max’s hand and studying your footprints on the dusty floor.

Charles smiled with obvious pleasure. “Hmm, maybe Max was right. Maybe I shouldn’t have showed you yet…” he glanced over at Max with fond affection. “I think we might have created a monster.”

“None of this ‘we’ stuff,” Max countered gently. “This is all your doing, mate.” He nodded over at you as you took a few gliding steps across the floor.

Dust kicked up in your wake, tickling your nose and you bit back a sneeze. Coming to a stop, you raised a hand to brush your nose as you turned back towards Charles. His phone had materialized in his hand and his fingers scrolled elegantly over the touchscreen. He glanced up with a curious smile. “Shall we say the 19th? Our next sale should close by the 17th, and then, we’ll have even more to celebrate.”

Oh, God, yes. That lost Vermeer would fetch another 400 million for Charles’ bank account, and… fuck, you could pinch yourself.

Spending eternity with those two handsome men and not having to worry about money or food or disease ever again…? It sounded like an absolute dream come true.

And it still does. Even as you answer the knock on your apartment front door, surprised to find a courier bearing gifts. A garment bag and several boxes end up on your sofa despite your confusion as the courier presents you a blood red envelope before leaving. Closing the door in his wake, you flip it over and your heart flutters at the wax seal bearing a familiar crest. At first, you thought the lion and spider motifs were not only creepy but far too cliche for a clan of vampires, but now, you look forward to calling that crest your own. Perhaps they’ll even consider updating it for you - once you decide what animal you want to be. Or do they decide that?

Your cheeks flush as your mind spins, and goodness… you’re getting way too far ahead of yourself. Reaching for a kitchen knife, you slice under the seal to reveal the thick cream cardstock within.

A beautiful occasion calls for only the best - and the best deserves every opportunity to feel the most beautiful. Please choose what you will and we hope the gifts satisfy.

C M

A wide grin splits your face as you run your fingers over their simply signed initials, each in their own handwriting. Sighing incredulously, you turn back towards the packages and the contents take your breath away. Five designer gowns, all in your size and colors to complement your skin tone. Each fits like a glove, accenting your best features as you twirl to study your reflection in your bedroom mirror. Silk whispers around your ankles and against your legs - and god, any of them would be perfect for dancing. And, of course, the neckline of each gown leaves your neck prominently on display for the evening’s main event.

A thin ripple of fear works down your spine as the gravity of it hits you - and shit… officially speaking, you’re going to die tonight. The realization should probably frighten you, should engage your every last survival instinct… but you know it’s not the end. Charles and Max are living - but not quite - proof of what awaits you on the other side, and you can’t wait to join them.

After opening a box to reveal several pairs of gorgeous heels to match the selection of gowns, only one small, black velvet box remains. Popping the lid open, your mouth falls agape at the sight of a ring adorned with a large, luscious ruby surrounded by an array of diamonds. You didn’t know precious stones could come in such a large size - and fuck, would your fingers even be able to hold the weight?

Still stunned, you pry the platinum band from the velvet cushion and study the refracting light in the gem’s facets. Your heart flutters as you slide it onto your right ring finger, dismayed to find it won’t slide past your knuckle. Swallowing your disappointment, you work the band a little harder, but it’s just too snug. Is it possible that they got the size wrong? But no… if Charles and Max have the exact measurements of your dress and shoe size, then they know your ring size.

Wetting your top lip, your breath catches as you try the ring on your left hand finger to find a perfect fit. Is this the start of more to come? A proposal? Or merely just the first taste of everything you want with Charles and Max?

With only hours to go, you slide the ring off and set it on your dresser before indulging in a luxurious bubble bath. You take the time you need for your hair and makeup, hoping it looks good enough for such an occasion. The silk of your chosen dress slides back on your body with delicate whispers, the heels add such poise, and the elegant ruby ring completes your classy, gorgeous ensemble.

Low simmering arousal heats your blood as you hope that Charles and Max won’t be able to keep their hands off of you. Even now, the phantom memories of Max’s strong hands as he holds you against his broad chest and Charles’ nimble fingers as his lips tease your neck race a blot of desire down your spine. God, what will it be to learn their touch as an immortal?

As the clock strikes 2200 hrs, a black sedan pulls up in front of your building and you descend the stairs. The driver meets you on the sidewalk with one last gift - a velvet cape in a deep scarlet color for your bare shoulders on a cool night. The heavy decadent fabric settles against your skin, and you swear you can just breathe in the intoxicating scent of Charles’ cologne.

The thrill of anticipation hums along your skin as the car cuts through the night, taking you ever closer to the house that you’ve grown to love. To the house that will soon become your home. It makes your smile widen as the car glides to a stop and the driver assists you out of the car. Crossing up the steps to the front door, Charles and Max both stand in the foyer, dressed in impeccable tuxedos cut in tailored lines that should be illegal.

“You look absolutely beautiful, cara mia.” Charles purrs, leaning in to buss your cheek. “I am pleased to see that our gifts were well received.”

“God, it was almost too much.” You reply, sliding out of your cape as Max stands behind you, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your neck. “But really, I cannot thank you both enough. It’s just… everything is just gorgeous and perfect.”

Max hums in obvious approval as he nuzzles your skin. “And you look it.”

Your skin warms under Max’s touch as your gaze rakes down Charles’ lithe form. The dark lines of his tux hug his body with precision tailoring, and you debate just pouncing on him right now - and dragging Max with you, of course. But Max steps away to hang your cape in the foyer closet and Charles moves further into the house, holding out a hand in invitation. His gaze finds yours, glittering with the glow of soft light. “Are you hungry, cara mia?” He asks gently. “Or did you already eat? One last meal, so to speak…”

You shake your head as Max falls into step beside you. “I already ate… especially since we’re dancing and celebrating, I needed the energy.”

Charles’ mouth curls with an amused smile. “I wish I could tell you that you won’t have that problem after your transformation,” he says breezily as you approach the ballroom doors. “But, well… without sustenance, even we go weak.”

“Sustenance…” you repeat softly as your heels echo off the marble. “You mean blood.”

“Yes,” Max answers bluntly. “That can be a bit of a mental adjustment afterwards, though, depending on the strength of your mortal construct.”

You arch a quizzical brow. “My mortal construct…?”

“Yes,” Charles clarifies as he and Max push open the ballroom doors. “Everything that gives you your current sense of right and wrong, of forgivable and unforgivable - even your sense of time.”

Charles’ words fade in your ears as you stare around the transformed room. Light gleams from the spotless crystal chandeliers, reflecting off the floor’s brilliantly polished surface. The curtains have been redone in a tasteful brocade that harkens back to an age long past. Hell, even you feel as though you should be dressed in a Regency style gown with a dance card looped around your wrist. But the grand ballroom hosts just the three of you, and another delicious shiver races across your skin.

You shake your head, unable to hold back your appreciative smile. “This is so gorgeous - it’s a shame that you don’t use this room more often.”

An almost shy edge comes to Charles’ smile. “I’m afraid we don’t really entertain… difficult to do without gaining attention.”

“And too much attention draws unwanted questions.” Max confirms as he steps further into the room. “And you’ll learn that soon, too… so much for you to learn. And then,” he glances back at Charles from under his neatly combed hair, ice blue eyes mesmerizing in the glittering light. “She will be the young one. Not me.”

Charles’ smile curls with amused fondness. “That’s not my nickname for you, and you know it.” He looks at you, shaking his head. “I think he’s just bitter that despite being born three weeks before me, he was transformed after me, so that officially makes him younger than me.”

You chuckle softly. “Well, compared to when I was born - you both outrank me, so if calling me younger helps, then that doesn’t bother me.”

Overhead, from unseen speakers, a low bass note sounds and a haunting voice follows with familiar words.

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream

Your breath catches and your heart sings as your favorite song by Lana Del Rey fills the ballroom. Glancing between Charles and Max, a wide smile splits your face. “You remembered… which one of you was it?”

Max moves on silent footsteps, coming to a stop in front of you. “Charles has all the musical knowledge and taste in this house. Though, maybe that will change once you join us…” He holds out his hand, and you don’t hesitate to put your hand in his.

Admittedly, you don’t have much any practice with the waltz, but following Max’s lead, you fall into the elegant 1-2-3 rhythm. His tux does nothing to diminish the broad strength of his shoulder as your hand comes up to rest, and your dress flows in elegant waves as he twirls you around.

And I know it’s true, that visions are seldom all they seem

Extending his arm, you spin out and find yourself suddenly in Charles’ arms. He gracefully falls into the rhythm, and your hand slides into his as he takes your waist to sweep you around the dance floor. His cologne clouds your senses as he holds you close before turning you out for another elegant spin. Max’s cool hand finds yours as you extend, and as you spin back into Charles’ embrace, Max follows you. Your mind spins as you tuck close against Charles’ chest with the strong press of Max against your back as the hypnotic rhythm fills your ears and keeps your feet moving with theirs.

But if I know you, I know what you’ll doYou’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream

Your heart races as liquid heat burns between your legs. These two men are everything you want, and you don’t care if they can smell how desire ignites your blood, how arousal makes you drip with want. If this is to be your last night as a human - if this is to serve as some sort of wedding night and birthday in one - then you have no reason to hold anything back. Especially as you continue to move intertwined with them in a synchronous flow and the desire for them to claim you - to make you eternally theirs - burns fiercely.

The music draws to a soft, haunting close as their steps slow. Your breathing comes in trembling gasps as you hover on the edge of anticipation and relief, still held in the cocoon of their bodies. Evey nerve thrums with need, an aching pulse that only Charles and Max can satisfy. Words crawl up your throat to beg them to fuck you here, one last time before they drain you of life.

But Charles lowers his head, skimming his lips along your racing pulse and brushing his cool nose against your flushed skin. A gasping moan passes your lips as Max bends down to the other side of your neck, dragging the sharp points of his elongated canines against your skin with delicious promise. A strong cool hand finds your hips, pushing you back against Max’s body as Charles presses ever closer.

Charles skims his lips along your jaw, hovering just above your lips with the promise of a lifetime. “One last chance, cara mia,” he whispers with a velvet rumble. “Do you take us?”

You sigh heavily as everything within you burns. “I do,” you moan, torn between tilting your head further against Max or further into Charles. “I take you both, yes.”

Max strikes first, his sharp teeth slicing through your skin with familiar ease. Another moan pitches in your throat, choking off as Charles’ teeth find your other main artery, hot blood dribbling down your neck as his lips seal against your sin. When they both hollow their cheeks for a long draught, your mind abandons your body as the pleasure-pain sensations overwhelm you. You cling to them, desperate to never let go, to have them always.

Blackness eats the corners of your sanity and your vision turns dizzy. Your breath comes in shallow gasps as your life drains away, stolen by their lips. Your fingers lose their strength as you fall slack in their embrace, and this…

Your heart slows to its final rest.

With a wet suck, Max pulls his teeth free and Charles gathers you in his arms. Dropping to a knee, he lays your lifeless body on the smooth, polished wood. The last drops of your blood form a puddle on the floor as Charles stands back to his full height. A trail of your blood stains his skin, soaking into the collar of his dress shirt as he stares down at you.

At least until Max steps over your dead body and hooks a strong arm around Charles’ waist. Charles turns his mercurial eyes to Max’s, smiling with relieved ease as he melts into Max’s embrace. Moving to a tune that only Max knows, he gently guides Charles in slow, easy steps. Your blood sings in both of their veins with immense satisfaction. “You know, I ought to be really annoyed with you.” Max says softly through his own blood-stained lips.

Charles arches an indignant brow. “What? How could you possibly?” He licks the corner of his mouth still stained crimson. “I told you that we would spend our anniversary together, and here we are.”

“For starters, you told her that we weren’t exclusive.”

Charles chuckles softly. “That was a long time ago, mate. And the more accurate word is eternal.”

“And then,” Max continues, undeterred as he leads Charles around the room. “You invited her to spend our anniversary with us…”

“You knew it had to happen.” Charles counters softly. “It always does every time someone gets close and learns more than they should…”

Max hums gently, leaning in to brush his blood soaked lips to Charles’ cheek. “For a while, I really thought you would keep her… she lasted longer than most of the others.”

“But it wouldn’t last - she wouldn’t last. Any mortal who chooses immortality…”

“I did.” Max reminds him.

“No. You chose not to die… that’s different.”

The corner of Max’s mouth lifts with vague amusement as he leans in to meet Charles in a deep, languorous, blood-soaked kiss. One borne from decades of familiarity and devotion and adoration. One that defies words and stirs every part of their primal, undead, immortal existence.

A low, delicious hum pitches in Charles’ throat as he pulls back, regarding Max with near pitch black eyes. “Happy 80th anniversary, mon amour.”

Max leans forward for one last kiss - at least here before they retire to their bedroom. Keeping his arm around Charles’ waist, he turns them both towards the ballroom doors and casts one last glance down at your still body. “You had the floor waxed and sealed appropriately, yes?”

“Of course,” Charles confirms as he, too, pays you one last parting glance. “And tomorrow, we’ll see to her interment in the crypt. Along with adding her ring to the collection.”

Max reaches for the lightswitch on the wall and the room falls dark as the double doors close behind them.

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04 / 05 / 2023

🇨🇵 FRANÇAIS / FRENCH 🇨🇵

HISTOIRE FICTIVE PERSONNELLE écrite en collaboration avec mon ami @tidodore2

- ÉCRASÉ SOUS LES PIEDS DES GÉANTS -

PARTIE PAR tidodore2

"Alors pédé, qu'est ce que tu décide ??? On t'abandonne attaché ici en plein désert, ou tu accepte ta place et tu deviens notre esclave "paillasson " nettoyeur de pieds ? Ouiii, voilà, je m'en doutais ! Bon choix toutou ! Fini de nettoyer nos pieds en les lechant et on te ramène à la maison pour ta nouvelle vie !"

PARTIE PAR submissivegayfrenchboy

Dans un monde où les géants et les minuscules humains vivent en harmonie, être un pédé c'est être une proie. Le petit Madison était en adoration devant les très grands mâles mais il risquait souvent d'être écrasé par eux. Impressionné par la taille de leurs pieds qui faisaient le double de son corps, il se promenait dans des parcs pour échapper à la monotonie de la vie.

Du moins jusqu'à ce que deux géants frères blancs sublimes et musclés menacent de l'écraser.

Ayant refusé de lécheurs leurs immenses pieds, Madison fut obligé de les laisser l'attacher à un arbre, n'ayant pas assez de force pour résister.

Il avait accepté de lécher leurs immenses pieds, et les deux frères avaient tellement aimé le contact de la langue de Madison sur leurs semelles qu'ils l'avaient pris avec eux.

Or ils habitaient loin de chez Madison : il fallait traverser un désert. Ayant réussi à sauter de la voiture, il fut rattrapé et ensablé.

Les deux géants étaient impressionnants et très apeurants comparés au minuscule pédé qui mesurait moins de la moitié des larges pieds des frères géants. Ces derniers se mirent à s'embrasser sur la bouche avec la langue ! Ils étaient certes des homos et amoureux l'un de l'autre, mais ils étaient de toute façon des géants dominants et étaient donc supérieur en tout au pédé minuscule coincé dans le sable.

En larmes, le minuscule Madison implora la pitié du couple gay incestueux et se mit à lécher leurs semelles sous leurs rires cruels. Les deux beaux hommes blonds musclés trouvaient agréables de sentir une minuscule langue sous leurs pieds.

Finalement, ils ont retirés le minuscule pédé du sable et l'ont gardé comme lécheur de pieds. Jamais Madison ne fut retrouvé par ses proches, car il passa le reste de sa vie à lécher les immenses pieds de ses maîtres. Assis confortablement dans leur gigantesque canapé, les deux frères s'embrassaient en obligeant leur minuscule esclave lécher leurs pieds posés sur un reposepieds.

La majorité du temps, Madison vivait dans la chaussure de l'un des frères. Pendant que les frères géants dormaient amoureusement dans les bras musclés l'un de l'autre, leur minuscule lécheur de pieds dormait dans l'une de leurs chaussettes sales.

La vie de Madison ne serait plus réduite qu'aux pieds immenses d'un couple gay de frères géants.

FIN DE L'HISTOIRE

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PERSONAL FICTIONAL STORY written in collaboration with my friend @tidodore2

- CRUSHED UNDER GIANTS'S FEET -

PART BY tidodore2

"So fag, what do you decide??? We leave you attached here in the middle of the desert, or you accept your place and you become our foot-cleaning slave "doormat"? Yeah, there you go, I suspected it Good choice doggie! Finished cleaning our feet by licking them and we'll take you home for your new life!"

PART BY submissivegayfrenchboy

In a world where giants and tiny humans live in harmony, to be a faggot is to be prey. Little Madison was in adoration in front of the very big males but he often risked being crushed by them. Impressed by the size of their feet which were twice his body, he walked in parks to escape the monotony of life.

At least until two sublime and muscular white brother giants threaten to crush him.

Having refused to lick their huge feet, Madison was forced to let them tie him to a tree, not having enough strength to resist. He had agreed to lick their huge feet, and the two brothers had enjoyed the feel of Madison's tongue on their soles so much that they had taken him with them.

But they lived far from Madison: they had to cross a desert. Having managed to jump out of the car, he was caught and stuck in the sand.

The two giants were impressive and very scary compared to the tiny faggot who was less than half the giant brothers' wide feet. The latter began to kiss each other on the mouth with their tongues! They were certainly gay and in love with each other, but they were dominant giants anyway and were therefore superior in everything to the tiny queer stuck in the sand.

In tears, tiny Madison begged for mercy from the incestuous gay couple and proceeded to lick their soles as they laughed cruelly. The two handsome, muscular blond men found it pleasant to feel a tiny tongue under their feet.

Eventually they pulled the tiny faggot out of the sand and kept him as a toe sucker.

Madison was never found by his relatives, because he spent the rest of his life licking the huge feet of his masters.

Seated comfortably in their gigantic sofa, the two brothers kissed each other while forcing their tiny slave to lick their feet resting on a footstool. The majority of the time, Madison lived in the shoe of one of the brothers.

While the giant brothers slept lovingly in each other's muscular arms, their tiny toelicker slept in one of their dirty socks. Madison's life would be reduced only to the huge feet of a gay couple of giant brothers.

END OF THE STORY

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HELLO i'm in college now so you can access my leaving cert posts here, the grades i got for LC 2023 for your reference when reading the selection of notes i posted ARE:

H1 biology & english

O1 french & math

H2 ag. sci

H3 business (because i didn't finish the exam fml)

H4 art (overall, not just art history)

but because making my silly little notes and doing my silly little daily overviews helped me so much i'm going to continue doing it but for NURSING SCHOOL!!!!!! so if you continue to follow then you're going to be getting a lot of biology pt. 2 and nursing theory. THX 4 THE LC SUPPORT!!!! :)

#leaving cert #studyblr #WE ARE SO BACK WE ARE SOOOO FUCKING BACK

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[✎ ITA] Weverse Magazine : Articolo - V, il Visualista | 10.09.23⠸

🌟 Weverse Magazine 🗞

V, il Visualista

__ Tra le ispirazioni del membro dei BTS ci sono il jazz, Ante Badzim, Colin Firth, le pellicole in bianco e nero e molto altro __

__ di SONG HOORYEONG | 10. 09. 2023

Twitter | Orig. KOR

Nel video musicale di “Rainy Days” - uno dei singoli rilasciati nelle settimane precedenti all'uscita del suo primo album solista, Layover, V intinge una baguette nella vernice bianca e la usa per dipingere su un pannello di vetro. L'immagine che disegna potrebbe essere una qualche sorta di alieno o anche un autoritratto, ma, in ogni caso, l'intento è quello di immortalare emozioni ed umori passeggeri come solo V potrebbe fare. La sua tavolozza creativa gli permette, infatti, di esprimere frammenti della sua immaginazione attraverso foto, dipinti, il parlato, la recitazione e la musica. Inoltre, V può trarre ispirazione da ciò che vede, ascolta, sperimenta ed apprezza.

In questo articolo, abbiamo cercato di seguire lo sguardo attento di questo talentuoso visualista—maestro nel trasformare i sensi in immagini concrete.

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Non è un mistero che V abbia un debole per il jazz. Infatti, come ha spiegato in un'intervista con Weverse Magazine: “Quando hai una passione per qualcosa da lungo tempo, quel sentimento non fa che intensificarsi, e quando c'è qualcosa che mi piace, non posso non provare a farci qualcosa. Crescendo, ho sempre ascoltato molta musica jazz, che mi piace molto, ed è lo stile musicale che vorrei fare ora.” Il suo amore per il jazz è talmente profondo, da arrivare a definire la scena di High Society in cui Bing Crosby e Louis Armstrong cantano “Now You Has Jazz” una delle sue preferite in assoluto, quando ne ha condiviso un link. Inoltre, ha anche tessuto le lodi del genere su Weverse, dicendo che è “una vera e propria benedizione il potersi lasciar commuovere dal jazz”. Ha anche consigliato il film drammatico Born to Be Blue, visto il suo amore per Chet Baker, e ha postato un video Instagram in cui suonava in playback la tromba su “Autumn Leaves” - strumento che ha imparato a suonare durante delle video-lezioni seguite nella seconda stagione di In the SOOP. In un'altra intervista con Weverse, V ha parlato di tutta l'ispirazione che riesce a trarre dal jazz, spiegando che il jazz classico, come quello di Louis Armstrong, “mi permette di crearmi immagini mentali. Ad esempio, può capitare che io stia ascoltando della musica, mentre cammino per strada, di notte, e certe canzoni mi permettono di immaginare cose e quasi visualizzarle di fronte a me.”

Dato che V vorrebbe fare musica che “crei immagini sinestetiche dal senso di mancanza che si prova in assenza di qualcuno”, non sorprende che, per lui, la musica sia un medium attraverso il quale esprimere immagini in suono. Il jazz, specialmente quello del passato, non è servito solo ad infondergli una sensibilità unica, fin dalla più tenera età, ma anche a corroborare il suo immaginario. In un intervista con W Korea, V ha svelato che è proprio per questo motivo che il suo nuovo album, Layover, ha sonorità jazz e, per lo stesso motivo, ha anche cantato classici del genere, come “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas” e “Cheek to Cheek” - nella video-performance “Le Jazz de V”, rilasciato in occasione della FESTA di quest'anno. V non si limita ad esprimere il jazz attraverso la musica, ma anche nel modo in cui sa trasporre il genere ed il suo immaginario nel mondo d'oggi.

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Vante

V ha preso il nome del fotografo australiano Ante Badzim e vi ha aggiunto il suo nome d'arte per crearsi il soprannome Vante, che usa quando posta foto scattate personalmente o per discutere di quelle di fotografi per cui prova ammirazione. Dopo che V ha consigliato alcuni lavori del fotografo tedesco Hannes Becker e del canadese Callum Snape, nel 2019, entrambi i fotografi hanno risposto postando degli scatti dedicati a V, accompagnati dall'hashtag #photoforvante.“Sento una certa affinità con gli artisti stranieri”, ha confidato V a Vogue Korea. “Credo la solidarietà sia importante. Apprezzare il loro lavoro e trarne ispirazione credo mi aiuti anche ad imparare qualcosa di nuovo.” Ed è vero, il membro dei BTS non tiene particolarmente in considerazione parametri come la nazionalità, il genere o il livello di fama, quando si tratta d'arte, comunicando invece con artisti di tutto il mondo, dato che ne ha una visione e comprensione tutta personale. In una occasione, quando era in America per uno dei tour mondiali dei BTS, V si è imbattuto in una mostra d'arte a Dallas e ha acquistato un'opera, poi ha preso la mano dell'artista - autore di questo lavoro - tra le sue, e gli ha detto,“Le auguro che la sua giornata sia luminosa”. Vante è nato come alter ego usato per parlare del suo hobby per la fotografia, ma, man mano che continuava ad usarlo per parlare dei suoi artisti preferiti e dei loro lavori, questo soprannome è diventato molto di più e ora V lo usa per discutere qualsiasi forma d'arte. Possiamo farci un'idea del suo personale stile pittorico, se prendiamo ad esempio la giacca che ha decorato di suo pugno, alcuni episodi di In the SOOP, di Run BTS o anche il suo profilo Instagram.

V ha sempre condiviso talmente tanto di ciò che gli piace con le/gli ARMY, attraverso quest'altra personalità, Vante, che non è difficile immaginare che tipo di opere potremmo trovare sotto l'etichetta “by Vante”. Tutto questo spiegherebbe anche come mai così tante persone hanno attribuito il dipinto creato usando una baguette, nel video musicale di “Rainy Days” - rilasciato l'11 agosto - a Vante. Proprio come è avvenuto per le origini del nome Vante, è facile intuire ciò che sta a cuore a V, se osserviamo ogni sua mossa - talmente è aperto alle influenze che trae dalle sue passioni e dal dialogo con altri artisti.

보라해, I Purple You, 紫

In “Blue & Grey”, una canzone di BE scritta da V, l'artista esprime i suoi sentimenti attraverso metafore legate ai colori: “Il significato di queste lacrime, riflesse nello specchio / È il colore che nascondo sotto il mio sorriso, blu e grigio.” In un'intervista con Weverse, V ha spiegato che il testo è anche espressione di ciò che provava quando ha scritto la canzone: “Quando mi fisso su pensieri simili, tutto mi sembra grigio ed io sono blu [*being blue = triste].” Nella canzone “4 O’CLOCK”, cui ha lavorato con RM, V descrive il passare del tempo usando vari colori, come quando canta “Tutto il mondo è blu al chiaro di luna” o quando descrive un canto udito in lontananza come un richiamo per il “rosso mattino”. Allo stesso modo, il testo di “Blue”, traccia del suo nuovo album, prende in prestito vari colori —"Verde, giallo, rosso e blu”—per esprimere i sentimenti di chi ascolta. E questo suo particolarissimo modo di esprimere emozioni attraverso i colori – quasi fosse un artista con una tavolozza di emozioni – non è esclusivo della sua musica, infatti lo ritroviamo anche nel suo modo di parlare. È stato V ad inventare la parola borahae (“I purple you”), che è ormai inesorabilmente legata ai BTS. Nel 2016, quando i BTS stavano tenendo il loro MUSTER – un grande evento studiato per incontrare le/i fan – V ha notato che le/gli ARMY nel pubblico avevano una pellicola viola attorno alle loro ARMY Bomb. Commosso a questa vista, V ha pensato all'espressione borahae perché, come ha spiegato, il viola è l'ultimo colore dell'arcobaleno e quindi rappresenta anche un legame solido e costante, basato sulla fiducia reciproca, che resiste fino alla fine. Questa parola, dunque, è diventata l'ennesimo simbolo di affetto tra le/gli ARMY e i BTS, e V ha poi ampliato la gamma di lingue in cui questo suo neologismo coreano poteva essere espresso, aggiungendo termini come “I purple you” e “紫” [*murasaki = 'viola' in giapponese], di modo che questo amore viola potesse essere percepito in diverse parti del mondo. Non solo! È diventato un simbolo talmente d'impatto, che l'intera Seoul si è tinta di viola in occasione del 10° anniversario del gruppo. Ma ormai borahae trascende il suo scopo originario – esprimere l'amore reciproco che c'è tra le/gli ARMY e i BTS – ed è entrata a far parte della coscienza pubblica come un'espressione usata per descrivere il legame che si ha con un'altra persona. È stato V a dare origine a boraehae, e l'ha fatto grazie alla sua speciale percezione del mondo tramite colori e parole.

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A soli 43 minuti dal lancio del suo profilo Instagram, V aveva già raccolto 1 milione di iscritti, e 10 milioni dopo 5 ore e 52 minuti, stabilendo un nuovo record mondiale. Ad oggi (5 settembre) V può vantare oltre 61 milioni di follower, il numero più alto tra le celebrità coreane. Tutto sommato, quindi, possiamo dire che V è uno degli influencer più noti al mondo. Secondo Lefty, impresa che si occupa di marketing, lavorando con e analizzando l'attività degli influencer, il post in cui V ha taggato il brand di lusso CELINE aveva un EMV, o earned media value [* il valore di guadagno stimato per un post o interazione social di successo] di $12 milioni, il più alto tra tutti i post creati durante la Fashion Week. Il suo profilo Instagram ci dà un assaggio di com'è la vita di una celebrità iconica come lui, selezionato, infatti, come ambassador di CELINE e, in seguito, anche Cartier, nonché solo il secondo cantante uomo – dopo Elton John - ad esser mai apparso individualmente sulla copertina della rivista di moda britannica Pop. Ma V usa il suo profilo anche per condividere regolarmente aggiornamenti sulla sua vita quotidiana con il suo sconvolgente numero di follower.

Nel suo feed possiamo trovare spaccati di vita come il post riguardo il ciondolo porta chiavi di Molang, appuntato alla tasca dei pantaloni, la borsa di plastica piena zeppa di snack che V regge tra i denti mentre Jung Kook è in posa con la mano sulla spalla di V o quello insieme al suo cagnolino, Yeontan, mentre l'artista esprime un desiderio di fronte ad una tavola rituale. Inoltre, V considera Instagram come un altro mezzo per comunicare con le/gli ARMY, che lui stesso descrive come suoi “carissimi amici”. Una volta, ha postato una storia in cui mostrava una sua caricatura disegnata da un artista di strada a Montmartre, Parigi, e in seguito ha regalato il disegno ad una fan, in aeroporto. “Ho deciso di postare solo ciò che mi piace”, ha detto in una precedente intervista con Weverse. “Su quel profilo, posso mostrare il mio estro e stile personale. E non credo di dovermi preoccupare di ciò che può pensare la gente.” Proprio come ha detto, il suo Instagram è una compilation di alcuni dei suoi momenti di vita preferiti—dove i tanti mondi di questa multi-sfaccettata star di fama mondiale e quello dello spensierato ventenne entrano in contatto, tutto quanto ben confezionato a nome @thv.

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Attore

V si reinventa in entrambi i video musicali rilasciati prima dell'uscita del suo nuovo album solista. Nella clip di “Love Me Again”, è in piedi, da solo, in quello che sembra un po' un assaggio di una performance live, le emozioni ridotte al minimo ed espresse unicamente attraverso lo sguardo ed un lieve tremito. Il video di “Rainy Days” è più rilassato e stazionario, con un'interpretazione del tutto naturale da parte di V.

Poi abbiamo il teaser di “Blue”, in cui crea un po' di tensione tra le rapide sequenze in cui cammina e poi guida, apparentemente ansioso di trovare qualcuno. In alcuni video passati, come il “The Most Beautiful Moment in Life on stage: prologue”, V doveva interpretare un personaggio con un'aura ed emozioni complesse, difficili a rendersi, e farlo nonostante non avesse particolare esperienza nella recitazione. Nel video musicale di “Spring Day”, è il primo ad apparire sulla scena e ha il compito di trasmettere, attraverso un primo piano, la profondità emotiva di questo brano, sfruttando unicamente l'espressività del suo sguardo. “In quel periodo, il mio modello era Colin Firth”, ha detto V nel libro BEYOND THE STORY: 10-YEAR RECORD OF BTS riguardo l'era The Most Beautiful Moment in Life. “Mi piaceva un sacco il suo stile, la sua aura, e anche io volevo trasmettere quel tipo di vibe.”

V ha sempre trovato ispirazione nel jazz, nella fotografia e nell'arte, ma prende spunto anche dalle performance cinematografiche di vari attori per capire come recitare al meglio nei video musicali e sul palco. In un'altra intervista con Weverse Magazine, ha detto di aver guardato tanti film adolescenziali e musical, in previsione di “Butter”, e ha poi cercato di riflettere la stessa atmosfera vista nel film Cry-Baby. Inoltre, ha anche improvvisato la scena all'inizio della performance di gruppo alla 64a edizione dei Grammy Awards, dove lo vediamo sussurrare qualcosa all'orecchio di Olivia Rodrigo. Un attore, quindi, sì, ma V è anche regista di se stesso per come trae ispirazione da altri interpreti nonché da una gran varietà di fonti per poter mettere in scena personaggi sempre nuovi.

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V adora tutto ciò che è analogico. Ha postato molte foto a pellicola, sui social media, spiegando che questo suo amore per gli scatti vintage è da attribuirsi all'atmosfera ed ai sentimenti unici che i colori di questo tipo di scatti possono catturare. V ha anche attraversato una fase in cui abbinava baschi, coppole, giacche doppiopetto, tracolle marroni e altri articoli decisamente vintage ai suoi abiti quotidiani. Il suo amore per il classico ed il vintage è ancor più evidente, se prendiamo in considerazione i progetti per cui V ha curato l'aspetto visuale. In un video intitolato “Me, Myself and V, 'Veautiful Days'”, parte del progetto BTS’s Special 8 Photo-Folio, V ha spiegato che, per il suo servizio fotografico, la scelta è ricaduta su uno stile classico perché gli piace l'atmosfera che trasuda da tutto ciò che è passato, come i film in bianco e nero, e ha aggiunto che è convinto che “tutto si rifà ai classici”. Inoltre, nei retroscena di questo progetto, ha spiegato che il suo obiettivo era mettere in risalto l'atmosfera vintage, e che quindi ha voluto usare esclusivamente la luce naturale perché il tutto sembrasse un vecchio film anni '80.

La sua visione artistica è evidente anche nei video musicali rilasciati, finora [*l'articolo risale a prima dell'uscita dell'album, n.d.t.], insieme a Layover: il teaser di “Blue” sembra un po' un vecchio film in bianco e nero, “Rainy Days”, una pellicola sgranata in stile vintage, “Love Me Again” richiama lo stile rètro attraverso gli effetti da vecchio schermo CRT. Grazie a questi video, V può esprimere appieno il senso di mancanza e solitudine—emozioni, queste, che sono alla base della sua musica.

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“Dare vita concreta ad un progetto o concept artistico fino ad allora solo immaginato è, senza dubbio, già elettrizzante di per sé , nonché una grandissima soddisfazione – sia che si tratti di video musicali o servizi fotografici.” ha detto V a W Korea, spiegando perché ha preparato un video musicale per ognuna delle canzoni di Layover, e perché sono usciti ben 4 round di foto concept per promuovere l'album. Nel 2021, quando - in occasione dell'intervista “Full Story”, riguardo i retroscena della produzione dell'album BE, dei BTS, gli è stato chiesto quale fosse la direzione della sua musica, V ha risposto, “Voglio esprimere con autenticità ciò che provo realmente, ciò che faccio nella mia vita e come la sto vivendo”. Recentemente, durante una diretta Weverse, V ha parlato molto candidamente di come sono state le riprese per il suo nuovo album, dicendo “Credo mi rappresenti al meglio... che dica 'Sono Kim Taehyung e questo è ciò che mi piace'.” Le riprese sono state piuttosto estemporanee, quindi V non era neppure truccato—molto semplicemente, la direttrice di ADOR, nonché produttrice generale di Layover, Min Hee Jin, ha chiesto, “V, domani hai un po' di tempo? … Usciamo un po'”. Essenzialmente, Layover è un catalogo di tutte le scelte estetiche per cui V ha sempre optato. Usando le parole della produttrice Min, “L'attenzione non vuol essere su quanto sia incredibile V, ma sulla sua semplicità”.

In fin dei conti, V è sia un musicista che un visualista che sa esprimere la propria musica anche attraverso ciò che mostra visivamente al pubblico. In passato, aveva già cercato di esprimere questo stesso sentimento in un'intervista con Weverse Magazine, dicendo: “Spero le/gli ARMY riescano ad immaginare qualcosa, quando ascoltano la mia musica, anche se non ci sono immagini specifiche cui far riferimento. Un po' come quando, ascoltando la colonna sonora di un film, ci tornano in mente scene della pellicola.” Layover, dunque, è una rappresentazione visiva del mondo di V e raccoglie tutti i sogni e desideri mai provati dall'artista nel sperimentare con ciò che ha a cuore ed è di suo gusto—nello stesso modo in cui l'immagine tratteggiata da V in “Rainy Days” ci restituisce una sua raffigurazione perfetta.

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cloudspots · 1 year

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leaving cert art prompts 2023 go to hell btw

#theyre so bad this year #meows

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homeschoolcourse · 1 year

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Working Holiday Visa

It’s taken about 15 days and pending.

1. Submitted Visa application, https://www.immigration.govt.nz/new-zealand-visas (445 NZD = 394.27 SGD)

2. Waited for the reply as following: University Cert, X ray Cert.

3. Went ahead with X ray Certification by a panel radiologist assigned by NZ (Paragon, 69.55 SGD)

4. Awaiting the reply from my case officer and [email protected] (They do not reply, Submit your university certification. Paragon RADLINK Radio will help you submit it to New Zealand directly)

5. Managed Banks, Credit Cards and Cleared loans! (Cancel before before leaving, good to have a youtrip card too! Later you will settle the IRD / Tax, Bank account for Jobs)

6. Purchase a sim card prior trip so there’s still connection with Ruthie (AUS) and Jason (NZ)

7. Sorted out accommodation upon arrival.

8. Australia Visa, Traveller declaration for NZ

9. Insurance - Annual done with FWD via shop back -90$ + MBA! ($256.65 SGD)

10. Phone number, Home, Work, Bank. Travel Itinerary. 27 Sep 2022.

11. get a hop card prior to arriving nz (Online, Cheaper!) and sim travel

12. $10 for a simple number with 2degree

13. Visa, Passport, Driver license, Home bank statement / proof of address for appointment with bank - This requires applying online with number and calling anz to book appointment (Usually 1 - 2 weeks)

14. Apply for IRD after Bank gives you a IRD number to register for (must do this as priority it takes almost 1.5 weeks now ( as at 10oct)

15. Accomms - Trademe, Facebook (Weekly rent, Northshore if you have a car, till jan 2023 all transportations are 50% but buses do cancel and esp try not to do bus at night alone) Northshore = better scenery must be home early, CBD = Grafton, Mount Eden, Grey Lynn etc easy transport

16. Car - Trademe ( Good old Suzuki and Toyota, Suzuki’s got a pretty cute van, If you road trip a lot might be good to buy a larger convertible one like Rafa’s)

17. Connected in cg! Sunday and CG (Every fortnight tues at ami home)

18. BJJ gym (Weekly 45$) Work in exchange

19. Work interviews with agencies / recruitment drives

20. Bank - Apply online then wait for appointment. Get card, get pay now transfer account and bring cash to have a transaction and get Bank statement printed for IRD at the counter. Tips: go to smaller branches for faster appointment and call into ANZ hotline (Rotorua / Taupo); pray for favour with all things in nz.

21. IRD - Step 1: Get a IRD number first https://myir.ird.govt.nz/tools/_/

at, Enter your New Zealand bank account number - key in everything on Bank statement from point 20. Take a photo of Bank statement immediately! You’ll need to upload that in the portal.

Step 2: Wait to Register IRD with your new IRD number (Remember to check for IRD tax too before leaving

I use google chrome cos I had troubles with safari and IRD site (13 Oct)

22. https://whatsmyworth.co.nz/salary-survey/?func=5&loc=0

23. After IRD, address and mobile. you’re pretty much set. - after settling for 4 months - 24. Find accommodations thru CANZ, Facebook or words of mouth. No harm being friendly, everyone loves to talk here.

25. Travel now and then, when not working. It is okay to ask for offs, or to pace work. Don’t bring Singapore culture here. Start like a baby.

26. But wise as a serpent, and realise what people are doing. draw boundaries or laugh about it so they realise you know too, you’re wise too. Pray for NZ.

27. Great country very blessed!

For now.. To be updated, this is my way of working around it but be creative with it

To find out more, follow me on @modestoddest (Instagram)

Notes:

-heater in shower, in bed room/ mattress

-many ways around “expensive” nz -hangers

If these help you, tag me on insta! @modestoddest :)

#workholiday newzealand #singapore #newzealand #singaporean #photographer #nature #travel #adventure

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YE 2023 Countdown: Story Lines > Story Lies

Show. Don't tell. That's how worthwhile stories ought to unfold.

Feelings Management 101 is now in my book. It's not easy but if I want to nail down my "14 going 40" life peg, I'd have to train my protein-deficient social and mental muscles in time for another social construct called NEW YEAR. Let's add subtopics in this rubric so that I don't fall into the trap of overthinking, for a change.

Today is a holiday, I think, but I'm on wellness leave; so, I just had a super "go with flow" day because I usually plan my leaves down to my shot list and numbers of rum/whisky shots taken, too. Since, this day is quite curious, let me try to show how it panned and dollied. CHOZ.

Story #1: Passenger Seat Princess Dashboard Confessions I shared that my 4th anak-anakan was the one who convinced me to go to ina and ama's humble home for Christmas. She asked me to be her passenger princess since she is a student driver. She invited me for brunch in Muni Coffee because she knew I'm getting back to IF after feasting on a whole lot of decent holiday food that doesn't involved spaghetti, macaroni salad, fried white tilapia or ina's famous menudo ng angkan.

I slept for 7 solid hours which is a pleasant surprise as I'm trying my best to refocus my lens that has been wonky for a few months, already. Honestly, I need this break to prevent the 12 out 12 signs of burnout. I asked her if she wanted to review so I could squeeze in even 4 solid hours of work, but, she choked me. LOL. She told me that she'd also run errands and that she'd need me to be with her.

Of course, I said yes, because why not? As we were passing through the balmy roads of ina's sleepy town, we had a real talk without the filters. I asked her how she is, really and this time around, I actually answered her: Ate, "kamusta ka ba talaga" question which I usually evade and divert. She was taken aback when I told her that her luwas to Manila is actually a trigger turned glimmer. I thanked her because that timeframe reminded me that my life is not as crappy as I thought it was. I also told her that her 100% trust with my meager existence is something that keeps me more alive. Of course, we had a good dash of bashing, but I told her that I'm learning a lot from her Gen Z brainwaves. LOL.

Even when she knows that she's the tamer version of wild child, scattered brain, brain fog me, she's allowing herself to embrace emotional maturity way better than me at 23. LOL. Ang lala ko kasi talaga nung 23 ako. HAHAHAHAHA. She also asked me super specific questions that I'm not gonna TMI because, kahihiyan levels 100000.

Honestly, she is my kind of "uncut" journal, too. Medyo lume-level na siya kina soul sis and Ju sa mga puwede akong ma-blackmail levels na 'to. LOLOLOLOL. But, I'm not threatened because she is my safe space when it comes to certain topics that are super ugh.

Syempre, dinaldal na naman ng tatay kong magaling ang Japan trip ko and seryosong if I have the funds and she has the time, I'd take her to Japan with me. HAHAHAHA. E busy na siya sa Q1 since she's off to med school preps. Ako naman, super specific lang din ng budget because medyo mapapalaban tayo ng malala sa JaFunds pero ready naman tayo kahit munti. LOL. Hotel bookings from travel buddy paganaps are super sulit because maganda location. HAHAHAHAHA.

I know, one day, we'd spend 2 weeks in Japan and by then, she's closer to giving me a legit med cert for whatever it is that I'd like to officiate. LOL. Kidding aside, seeing my 4th anak-anakan in her element even if she's stabilizing her body chem, the pressure of being the first doctor sa angkan, her ate-daughter duties and all the things in between, I know she's gonna make way better choices than I did ages ago. I'm kinda living vicariously through her, too.

#2 Kids Say, Do, Feel, Think The Darnest & Darkest Things Since my three Gen Alpha cousins think that I'm 27 years old, I almost flipped. LOL. Ganun ba talaga ako ka-immature? Hahahahaha. They feel like they can just invade my space and don't feel sorry for them or for me. LOL. I find it funny that even when I'm RBF, they seem to come too close whenever there's a window of opportunity.

Mga 3 hours max lang talaga kaya ng pake ko, but, this holiday kagulo with them hits differently. First, I gifted Vi her second violin. It's a hand-me-down from a super good friend who migrated to get married and have a kid. This violin is a reminder of my first ever encounter with an actual hold up. LOL. I did a few lessons, but, I didn't push through as I remember the scenes with every fiddle. The mom of Vi almost flipped because the price tag is kinda steep. I told her that "pahiram" lang naman 'yun. HAHAHAHAHA. Violin-teacher approved because the former owner, my super good friend actually played it for a short while.

Second, Vi is so weird because she kept smelling my pits as she's trying to sleep. Sabi ko tigil niya kasi 'di pa ako naliligo. Sabi niya: Why do you smell so good? Sabi ko naman: UHM. NO. Weirdo kasi si Vi. As in. Artsy e. But, you know why I don't want her actions and her comments? I smell mother dragon's pits when I want to lambing and go to sleep even when I was a full adult na working na. LOL. Ang weird pala nun noh? A while ago, I didn't get triggered which is so refreshing. Small win ko 'yan. Allow the emotions to flow instead of constricting them and CTRL + ALT + DEL them.

Third, my Virgo baby girl (VBG) who's dalaginding middle child is a tough cookie. Medyo kakaiba 'to kasi she and my brother share the same birthday. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Dad teases me na kamukha ko 'to nung bata ako pero payat siya. :p VBG is super moody to the point that it gets off the roof. Very Virgo, very like my brother especially during his early days. You know what calms VBG? Hugs and words of affirmation --two things I abhor. :D But, I've learned that kids who have fucked up mood swings usually feel overstimulated and/or overwhelmed. Hugging her and affirming her even when I feel like a total idiot reminds me of my childhood in a way. As a millennial Tita, I think and see the difference of this approach. It's not easy, might be counter-intuitive to a lot of people, pero wapakels naman ako since wala namang masamang sumubok. She threw a good round of tantrums because she was teased yet again by my brother and her mom.

I gave her space and tried hugging her. I told her that I'm just by her side and that she's a sweet, gentle, smart baby girl. Aba, nakalma. HAHAHAHAHA. 'Yung pagiging middle child niya kasi is medyo sagad. 11 months apart lang sila nung bunso. Ayun, tantrum volcano eruption averted and nahatid namin pauwi ng maayos sa bahay nila since maaga pa silang lalarga bukas.

Third, my binatilyong cousin (Le) who's the only thorn among the roses, is shaping up. He's no longer the bully brother kahit paano. He was actually the one who started my age reveal and he failed miserably. Akala raw niya talaga 27 lang ako with matching wide eyes and mouth opened wide. Le is a thinker and a competitive doer. Siguro kasi siya lang lalaki and he seems to have this thirst to be the kuya when he's but the second child with an ate (my 4th anak-anakan) who's super straightup na strict na RBF. He seems to have a girlfriend na and I'm really glad to see him in a more confident and caring chapter. HUHUHUHUHU. Syempre, mga jokes nilang magkakapatid medyo graphic na graphic. Matic lang sa kanila na DIE as a joke. Sabi ko tigil nila 'yun kasi it's a bad joke. They learn it from YouTube raw and it's a joke, a common one. Sabi ko naman, tigilan nila kakanood ng kunwaring kid-friendly channels.

Kids. I think is not my cup of tea nor my goblet of sangria, but as I told my 4th anak-anakan, if magkaroon ako, TL 'yun. GG pa. TL = true love. GG = God's Gift. JUSQ. I have yet to get my check up again kasi mas madali pa rin for me to go to the menopausal route para tapos na talaga 'tong topic na 'to. :P Mas madaling magiging negotiations and zero chances na ng inception.

#3 The Box of Chocolate and Crate of Lemons Called Life

My tito (Eu) chose to stay in ina's home instead of having a trip with his whole family. His reason: Fighting the gravity pull of his advanced CA. Tito Eu has been battling this bitch for 3 years in no less than Singapore's National Cancer Center. It is a bloody fight and I've been trying to reach out to him more often even when this reminds me of Tito Taurus quite a lot. The thing is that, Tito Eu is dad's "best rival" ever since they were hunting down firewood and getting coconuts at a young age together. By best rival, I mean, 'yung magkapatid na onti lang years agwat and basically outsmarted each outher nung bata. Dad naman is not competitive unless triggered, so, I try my best to help him look after Tito Eu. Dad said that he's not ready to lose another family member to CA.

Tito Eu is a strong force to reckon with. LOL. But, what I like about him is that he wants a healthy debate and is open to a super unfiltered talk. The past months, he's more vocal about how he really feels and this is something that I hope to happen more and more. Since he flies non-stop to get treated and tested, our time to catch up is not that much. I guess that this is another way for me and dad to face death as friend rather than a foe through Tito Eu.

He knows that he's but a ticking time bomb and that his expiration date is just around the corner. Since he's an adrenaline junkie, dad and I egg him to do shit that would make him more alive which are: skydiving, bungee jumping, getting a pimped 4WD pick up and the like.

It's heartbreaking to hear him share that he's feeling the pull of his battle as he's been losing weight because of poor appetite. From 102 kgs, he's now at 100 kg, real quick. I'd try to squeeze in a roadtrip with him if he's up for it in the coming days. When you see him, he doesn't look sick at all, maangas pa rin 'to e. My only hope is that he'd be able to make peace with the things that he's worried about; so he can focus on his graceful finish. Easier said than done, but I know and feel that this sad story is a story of hope and total surrender. While at it, I'd like dad and I to have more open conversations about this topic, too.

#4 Mothers Know Best/Mothers Know Nothing Moms, moms, moms. The world is made and destroyed by moms. LOL. Having a mom is tough. Losing a mom is way tougher; even when it can be "good riddance" at the core.

Moms are usually given a report card that they didn't sign up for, but did anyway. Seeing my titas and cousins who are living the mom life up close and from afar is weird. It's kind of expected from moms to know so many things and know best even when they are clueless about answers and questions, too.

Moms also know nothing because there's no graduate program or even a handbook for this super specific role. However, moms signed up for this and they try their best to embrace all the facets and fuck ups that go with motherhood in the hood.

Losing mother dragon and ina is a game changer. Even when the celebration in ina's house is above average, the menudo and white tilapia of ina are irreplaceable. I've been gently asking my angkan one on one about how they're coping and damnnnnndamin all over and over and over again.

I guess, this is me trying my most challenging empath/wounded healer era to date. While at it, I am also able to come closer to how I didn't grieve mom's loss since 2012. It's always on WIP but now, steroids doesn't trigger me as much. Palliative healthcare topics don't burn me inside out. More importantly, I'm slowly growing into a headspace that's brewed the right way.

I want to go on and on and on and on, but I'm choosing to end this here and now, for now. Catch you later?

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