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pucksandpower · 10 months

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Charles Leclerc x CEO!Reader - Social Media AU

Formula 1 News: Everything We Know About Arnault Racing So Far

The team is owned by LVMH, the world’s leading luxury goods company, and is named after the prominent Arnault family, which includes LVMH’s chief operating officer Y/N Arnault, wife of Charles Leclerc. Y/N is the youngest daughter of Bernard Arnault, the world’s richest man, and is said to be his favored successor.

They are expected to benefit from the extensive resources and expertise of LVMH which boasts a diverse portfolio of luxury brands such as Louis Vuitton, Christian Dior, Moët & Chandon, TAG Heuer, and Tiffany & Co. These assets could potentially provide Arnault Racing with a competitive edge on and off the track in a sport heavily reliant on business dealings.

As with any new team, Arnault Racing will face numerous challenges including building a strong technical staff, securing talented drivers, and establishing partnerships with sponsors and suppliers. However, the backing of LVMH’s vast resources and the Arnault family’s commitment to success bode well for their prospects.

While no official announcement has been made regarding Charles Leclerc’s involvement with Arnault Racing, his familial connection to the team coupled with his recent decision to step away from Scuderia Ferrari has fueled rumors and heightened interest in whether he will be part of Arnault Racing’s driver lineup … (Read more)

Press Conference of Arnault Racing CEO, Y/N Arnault, and Team Principal, Sebastian Vettel

REPORT Arnault Racing snags Adrian Newey: CEO Y/N Arnault says “whatever arbitrary figure you have in your head, triple it and that’s how much we offered him” (Aug 2023)

NEWS Red Bull loses LVMH-owned sponsor TAG Heuer as entry of Arnault Racing brings new conflict of interest (Dec 2023)

UPDATE A weekend of team bonding on the beach after the car launch? Charles Leclerc and Mick Schumacher talk about flourishing environment at Arnault Racing (Feb 2024)

FEATURE What to expect from Arnault Racing — data from preseason testing explained (Feb 2024)

REPORT Podiums and points: a strong start to the season for newcomers Arnault Racing (Mar 2024)

FEATURE The Prince that was promised: Charles Leclerc triumphs in Monaco (May 2024)

UPDATE Who are the ‘losers’ and ‘winners’ halfway through the season? Arnault closes in on Red Bull as Ferrari falls behind (Jul 2024)

FEATURE What could have been — Arnault’s Charles Leclerc tops the podium in Monza as Tifosi look on (Sep 2024)

NEWS Red Bull’s reign continues as Arnault brings home historic P2 in both the Drivers’ and Contructors’ championship during debut season (Nov 2024)

REPORT Arnault promises more competitive 2025 season following already impressive first year on the grid (Jan 2025)

“We find ourselves at the edge of our seats here in Abu Dhabi. It all comes down to this final lap of the season and the battle for the World Championship has reached its peak! Charles Leclerc of Arnault and Max Verstappen of Red Bull are locked in a fierce duel for the ultimate prize.”

“This is the moment every racing fan has been waiting for. The atmosphere here is electric and the stakes couldn’t be higher. Leclerc and Verstappen have been pushing the absolute limits of their cars and their skills throughout this intense race.”

“They certainly have. Both drivers have showcased their exceptional talent and determination all season long. It’s a clash of titans, and now, as they approach the final corners, it’s do-or-die time.”

“Leclerc has been holding onto the lead for the majority of this race but Verstappen is focused in his pursuit. The Dutchman is determined to wrestle this championship away from Leclerc’s grasp.”

“The tension is palpable here as they enter the final sector. Leclerc seems to be holding his ground but Verstappen is right on his tail, looking for the slightest opportunity to strike!”

“This is nail-biting stuff. The championship hangs in the balance as they approach the final turn. Leclerc takes a defensive line but Verstappen moves to the inside. He’s desperately trying to overtake!”

“Verstappen is side-by-side with Leclerc! They’re wheel-to-wheel! What an incredible battle! They both accelerate out of the corner …”

“They’re neck and neck! It’s an all-out sprint to the checkered flag. Who will emerge victorious?”

“Leclerc finds another gear! He edges ahead of Verstappen!”

“It’s a photo finish! They cross the line. And ... it’s Charles Leclerc! Charles Leclerc has done it! Charles Leclerc is the World Champion!”

“What an incredible end to the season. Charles Leclerc and Arnault Racing have taken the championship title in a heart-stopping finale!”

“This is the stuff of legends. Leclerc has proven himself a champion through and through today. The emotion in the Arnault Racing garage is indescribable!”

“What an amazing moment for Leclerc and his team. This race will be remembered for years to come. Congratulations to Charles Leclerc! Congratulations to Arnault Racing!”

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y/narnault ✨ Abu Dhabi, 2017 ✨

A chance encounter in the paddock with a hotshot young driver sent us both sprawling to the ground and ignited a spark that changed our lives forever. Our love story began in Yas Marina as Charles celebrated the end of the season after winning the F2 championship. Little did we know that this would be the start of a remarkable journey, both on and off the track

Fast forward to ...

✨ Abu Dhabi, 2025 ✨

As the CEO of Arnault Racing, it fills my heart with immense pride to witness our immensely talented driver win a much deserved World Drivers' Championship. As the wife of Charles Leclerc, it makes me even prouder to see the most amazing person I know finally be granted the fruit of his labors. There has been no sweeter feeling than chasing our dreams hand-in-hand

Eight years later, in Yas Marina once again, our journey came full circle. Our love, like a well-oiled machine, has only grown stronger with each challenge we faced. Working together as a team, we transformed dreams into reality and surpassed every limit. The joy of victory, the adrenaline of the race — it all pales in comparison to the love and support we share

To our extraordinary team at Arnault Racing, thank you for your relentless commitment and tireless efforts. Each one of you has played a vital role in making history this season and we truly could not have done it without you

Charles, my champion, you continue to inspire me every day with your talent, dedication, and resilient spirit. The road here has not always been easy but I am thankful for every obstacle we faced because they made us grow as people and as partners in both love and racing. We have weathered the storms and celebrated the triumphs. The countless hours of hard work, sacrifice, and pouring over data for so long that we forgot the cookies burning in the oven brought us to this extraordinary moment of victory. But beyond the increasingly crowded trophy cases and roaring crowds, it is our love that always shines the brightest. No matter where we may have placed in the standings, I was always content in knowing that we are P1 on the podium of life — and now we stand on top of both together

This chapter is just beginning. There are still many races left to win, many trophies left to raise, and many championships left to clinch

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charles_leclerc From the moment we met, you have seen me not just as a driver or public figure but as a person with hopes, dreams, and flaws. You have been there for me through the setbacks and the victories and your faith in me never has wavered. Your belief in me pushed me to be the best version of myself and I will spend the rest of our lives eternally grateful for being sent such an angel. Our victories are not only measured by the number of trophies or the applause of the crowds but in the quiet moments we get to bask in the life we built together. Our love has always been the beacon that guides me, even in the darkest of times. It is the constant reminder that no matter where we stand in the standings, we have each other to lean on. I have no doubt that it is because of you that I stand here today. You are my pillar of strength, my constant motivation, and my rock. Without your love and support, none of this would have been possible. Thank you, mon amour, for believing in me, for supporting me, and for always standing by my side. It is fate that brought us together and destiny that irreversibly wove our hearts into one

f1wagupdates you two are singlehandedly keeping my belief in true love alive

formulanone how are they still in the honeymoon phase after eight years together and i can’t even get a text back?

arnaultracing there are power couples and then there is THE power couple 🤩

GQ France: An Interview with 2025 Formula 1 World Champion Charles Leclerc

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charles_leclerc Baby Leclerc will make their F1 debut in August 🍼

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pierregasly hmmm i wonder what happened a little over nine months before the due date?

mickschumacher no wonder we couldn’t find them during the championship party 😳

arnaultracing a championship baby for our champions 🏆

lovelyleclerc oh to be reincarnated as their baby

leclercbabe it’s really getting gifted godly genes, money, and talent 😭

princecharles is it bad that i’m jealous of a baby that hasn’t even been born yet?

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kwanisms · 8 months

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Birthday Gifts — h.jisung

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➮ idol!Jisung × f!reader (feat. one kiss between the reader & Felix) wc: 1.5k summary: Meeting Felix really changed your whole world but with Felix came Jisung who could potentially ruin everything or make it better. It's a 50/50 chance you haven't been willing to take before. But maybe, just maybe, you can make an exception at their shared birthday party. genres/themes/au: fluff, smut; party themes?? It's a house birthday party lol; idol au warnings: adult language, female reader, party setting, reader & Felix share a kiss one time but there's nothing going on between them, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! special tags: @anyamaris & @mint-yooxgi cause of told them about the dream that inspired this. also tagging @yoonguurt cause she's the bestie and always gets a tag 🍄꒰｡•◡•｡꒱🍄 join my taglists: permanent | group Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED.

a/n: this is based off a dream I had last night so Happy Birthday to Felix and Han. Yes, I'm posting this even tho I'm officially on hiatus so if you see this, shhh no you didn't. 🤫 thank you for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: unprotected sex (use condoms and other contraceptives pls), quickie (like it's super fast lmao sorry Ji), use of a singular pet name (baby), he cums inside her and that's about it. Very short and sweet lol

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You knew it was wrong and that you should have told him to stop a long time ago but you just couldn’t bring yourself to say no to Jisung. Not at his birthday party. Granted, he was sharing the day with Felix but it was still his day, too.

“Fuck,” Jisung grunted from behind you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “C’mere,” he gasped, turning you back around to face him, taking your lips in a searing kiss.

That was how it had started. With a kiss.

“I want my birthday present,” Felix announced suddenly, causing you and everyone else to turn and look at him. The others were baffled but you knew exactly what he meant. He’d come up to you at the start of the party, one you had planned so meticulously, and pulled you aside.

You apologized for not getting him a present but he assured you that the party was more than enough but you were adamant. You still wanted to give him a gift. You promised anything he wanted within reason and a cheeky smile had spread across his face.

“Anything I want?” he asked in that deep voice. You nodded firmly.

Meeting Felix had been a happy accident with him running, quite literally, into you at an aquarium in the states when he was touring. He’d tripped over a bump in the carpet and went down, unfortunately taking you with him.

If he hadn’t been so engrossed in the conversation with Changbin and Hyunjin, he might not have tripped at all. A visit to the first aid station and several hundred apologies later, the two of you were thick as thieves, even combining groups to finish walking through the aquarium.

After exchanging contact details, Felix promised to keep in contact as often as he could while you learned everything you could about kpop and a group called Stray Kids.

As fate would have it, the company you worked for had an opportunity to expand its market into South Korea and you jumped at the chance to move to Seoul for the job. You settled into your apartment and job and called Felix as soon as you were able to spare some time and it was like you hadn’t been thousands of miles apart.

You met the rest of his members, befriending them all quite quickly. Through Felix, your friend group exploded and you were soon a regular member of the group. Felix had begged you to plan this party, enlisting the help of Jisung with whom you remained friendly with.

You always kept your distance from Jisung who attributed this to you being shy but in reality, you were so insanely attracted to him that you couldn’t trust yourself to be alone with him. You knew if he made even the slightest move on you, you wouldn’t be able to control yourself and would take whatever he offered you.

“Anything you want,” you promised, smiling as Felix leaned in to whisper in your ear. So when he announced he wanted his gift, looking right at you as everyone turned to face him, you already knew what he wanted.

At the mention of a gift, Jisung had perked up. It was his party too after all. “I want a present, too!” he pouted as a few heads turned in his direction, a couple guests snickering as you glanced at Felix. Your best friend smiled calmly. “You can ask her for one,” he replied. “But you can’t ask for the same gift.”

Jisung rolled his eyes at that but after you crossed the distance and grabbed Felix by the face, pulling him into a kiss, Jisung backpedaled so fast. “Wait, no. I changed my mind,” he croaked as you and Felix parted. “I want the same present.”

His comment earned him a soft smack upside the head from Chris while the rest of the guests chuckled lightheartedly, even Felix joining in. You laughed along with them but you knew deep down if Jisung really wanted something, he went for it.

Felix you could trust yourself to stop kissing. But Jisung? You knew if he kissed you, it would end the same way. With your pants around your ankles and his cock buried in you from behind.

So when he cornered you later after the cake had already been cut and served, pulling you out of the main room into one of the unoccupied bathrooms of the apartment, you knew you were doomed. Any sense you had, left the moment he shut the door, turning the lock.

“Jisung,” you said softly as he moved to stand in front of you. It was meant to be a warning but your voice was too shaky. Luckily, he didn’t notice. “Why can’t I have the same present as Felix?” he demanded. You shut your eyes tightly trying to push him out of your mind.

Just standing so close, he was invading your senses from the heat radiating from his body to the sound of his voice in your ears, drowning out every other sound to the smell of his cologne. You needed to leave this room and fast if you wanted any chance to salvage your strained relationship with him.

“Can we talk about this later?” you asked, trying to push past him for the door but he wasn’t having it. Instead he pinned you against the door. Your breath caught in your throat.

‘One.’

You looked up to meet his heated gaze.

“Why do you always avoid me?” ‘Two.’

“Can we not do this right now? This party is for both you and Felix,” you replied. “Let’s just enjoy the party, please.” Jisung shook his head. “No,” he answered. “Not until you answer me.”

“Okay, fine,” you said, placing your hand on his chest and pushing him away. Jisung accepted this and took a step back. “It’s because I know myself,” you started. “With Felix, I can control myself. I can kiss him easily and then stop.” Jisung said nothing as you continued.

“But with you…” you trailed off. “With you I know I wouldn’t be able to stop.”

Realization dawned on Jisung’s face as you spoke.

“If I kissed you,” you added, meeting his gaze once more. “It would only end one way.”

Jisung closed the distance between you with one step. “And what way is that?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Your words failed you as you looked into his eyes, a gaze so intense that it made heat rush to your core looking back at you.

You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“With our pants around our ankles, me bent over that counter, and your cock buried inside me.” ‘Three.’

No sooner than the words had been said did Jisung have you pinned against the door, lips against yours in a rushed and messy kiss. It was soon after he had you pinned against the sink counter, your hands gripping the sides of the vanity as he rutted against you, allowing you to feel his hardening cock through your pants.

Which led to where you were currently.

He’d turned you to face him, lips moving against yours as his hands fumbled with your jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them before pushing them down along with your panties as you did the same, hurriedly undressing his lower body.

“Up,” he commanded, helping you up onto the counter as he lowered his fingers to your waiting cunt, rubbing through your folds to find you were already pretty wet. Almost pathetically so. It was stupid the effect he had on you. Jisung wasted no time, spitting into his hand and rubbing it along his length before taking himself in his hand to line up with your aching core.

Without another word, he pushed into you, gliding much easier than you expected until he was bottomed out. You whined into his shoulder, clawing at his shirt to hold on for dear life as he started to pound into you mercilessly, hips rocking against yours. You had to bite your bottom lip to keep from making too much noise as the party continued on outside the bathroom.

“Ah shit, baby,” Jisung rasped in your ear as your walls clenched around him. “You gonna cum already?” he whispered, his breath hot against your cheek. You nodded, holding back whimpers and moans as you buried your face in his neck.

It was embarrassing how fast he was able to pull an orgasm out of you, your thighs squeezing around his waist as he helped you ride it out before chasing his own high and emptying his load into you with a shudder and a low groan which he muffled in your shoulder.

It was so quick it made your head spin and as you both came down from your highs and came back to the reality of the situation, Jisung couldn’t help but chuckle, prompting you to pull back and look at him.

“What’s so funny?” you huffed. Jisung shook his head before meeting your gaze.

“You were wrong,” he said simply. You stared at him incredulously.

‘Wrong?’

“How am I wrong?” you asked as he shook his hair out of his eyes.

“Well,” he started. “I didn’t bend you over the counter.”

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saltymongoose · 4 months

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Hi guys, it's been a while. I've been busy dealing with all sorts of stuff in my off time, which I'll detail a little bit more in the tags for those who might be interested.

The important part is that I've been doing a lot better recently after taking some time off to focus on myself. Now that my semester is over, I think it might be time to start posting here again. And with that, I'd also like to announce some new changes to things.

1. I will now officially be covering fandoms outside of Madness Combat.

Don't get me wrong, Madcom will always be important to me, and I'll always be writing lots of stuff for it (esp the AU :D), but I'd like to expand my writing to cover more topics occasionally too. I feel like limiting myself might do more to inhibit my creativity than not, yk. 🤷‍♀️

I'll definitely be adding OFF to the list, but I'll have to do more thinking about what other games, other media, etc. to cover.

Do feel free to suggest some as well! I am genuinely curious as to what you all would be interested in. 👀👀👀

2. This blog will be changing in its appearance, so there will be a period where everything looks weird for a little bit lol.

Self-explanatory enough: I love the theme we have going, but I feel like it's time for a change. New year, new me, and all that. (Also, my PFP might change too, so don't panic if you don't see the bird guy pop up lol.)

And that's all. Thank you all for reading as always, and I hope you all have been well during my break! <3

Ps. And additionally, a huge thank you to @eldritch-bunny and @peacu0231 for your well wishes, as well as the Anons who've sent in similar messages too. I can't express how much it meant to me (like, it legit made me cry at the time lol), I just appreciate it a lot. <333)

#update #To keep the story short #a family member who I was very close to passed away #so I had to take some time off from everything to deal with my family's grief + my major.#It's just been a stressful period #but that's normal for this sort of thing.#It's just part of life.

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kellykidd · 7 months

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Baby Severide - Chapter 7: Change of Plans

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Pairing: Kelly Severide x reader

Summary: After only a few days home as new parents, an unexpected timeline adjustment is made

Words: 1641

Warnings: mentions of scars, parental tension

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9:37AM. It was Thursday morning, only a few days after Alexis was born. You rolled over in the king size bed to find Kelly wasn’t beside you. Looking beside you, you could see Alexis wasn’t in her bassinet either.

Still sore from surgery, you slowly put your slippers on and went to the living room to find the rest of your family. Kelly was laying on the couch, shirtless, with Alexis on his chest and a blanket covering them while watching SportsCenter. Reaching down, you rubbed his shoulder to get his attention.

“How long you been here?” You asked, sitting beside him on the couch.

“Less than an hour I think. I didn’t want to wake you, I know you’re exhausted, so I fed her a bottle and we’ve been watching highlights of the Blackhawks game,” he replied with a smile.

“Your mom texted me last night.”

“Oh yeah? What did she say?”

“Said you texted her about the baby. She wants to visit when we’re ready. She can come today if that works for you.”

He nodded.

“Can you grab my phone?” He asked, “the new lieutenant officially starts today and Cruz was gonna text me about who they got.”

You wandered back into the bedroom and found his phone still charging on his nightstand. Looking at the notifications on his screen, there was a text from Boden.

Fixing your eyes on the screen of his phone, Boden had texted “call me.”

“No text from Cruz, just Boden,” you announced.

“What’d he say?”

“Call me.”

“That can’t be good.”

“Probably not. Want me to take Alexis so you can call him?”

Kelly pulled back the blanket and began to laugh. Once you saw what he had done, you started to laugh too.

“You wrapped the baby?” You chuckled, looking at the Moby Wrap you received from your baby shower wrapped around him and Alexis.

“Hands free,” he laughed.

“Coffee?”

“Sure.”

As you wandered to the kitchen, you saw Kelly mute the tv and call Boden, all while Alexis was sleeping on his chest.

A few moments later, you came back to the couch with two coffees in hand. Alexis had started to fuss as Kelly hung up the phone.

“What did Boden want?” You asked, handing him one of the fresh coffees from your hands.

“New lieutenant didn’t show up for work today,” he replied.

“Who did they get in for you?”

“Connor Maxwell, used to be an engine lieutenant before he got his squad certs.”

“Do they know what happened?”

“Boden says the guy overslept, but he doesn’t buy it. They’re gonna let him stay for the shift and cut him loose if it doesn’t go well.”

As Kelly told you about this squad lieutenant, he got a look of desperation in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“I’m a little worried about my men.”

“Why, baby?”

“I’ve never been taken a furlough this long in a very long time.”

“Are you scared they’re gonna like this new lieutenant more than you?” You laughed, rubbing his shoulder.

“I just don’t want my company to go to hell while I’m gone,” he chuckled, kissing your forehead.

“How much time did you take off?

“I told Boden 8 weeks.”

“Is there a way you can go back early?”

“I guess I could, but I want to be here for you and our baby.”

Alexis began to fuss, still wrapped with her dad.

“I’ll take her, babe. She’s probably hungry.”

Kelly unwrapped Alexis and handed her to you. You raised your shirt, exposing yourself in order to feed your baby.

“I’m sure we’ll be fine here, if you want to go back early, Kelly,” you told him.

“I don’t want you to feel overwhelmed or like I want to work more than be home with our brand new baby.”

“I’ve got 8 months of leave. You would’ve had to leave me home with Alexis by myself when you’re on shift regardless.”

“I know, I know, I just hoped she’d be a little older first.”

“It’s like 3 days a week max, I’m sure we’ll be okay if you want to go back early,” you smiled, adjusting your head’s position to leaning on his shoulder, “I know you love your job and I know you love us, but we’ll be okay if this is what you want.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, wrapping his arm around you.

“Kelly, would I ever lie to you?”

“I guess I have my answer then.”

“You should call Boden and tell him there’s been a change of plans,” you gestured to his phone on the side table.

He grabbed his phone and you finished feeding Alexis. Kelly put his phone on speaker phone as you burped Alexis.

“Kelly, how’s the father life treating you?” Boden asked him as he picked up. You could hear his smile through the phone.

“Ah, Chief it couldn’t be better,” Kelly grinned, “do you have a minute?”

“Sure, what’s on your mind?”

“I was thinking about coming back to work a little earlier than what I originally planned.”

“When were you thinking?”

“Next shift, if you’ll let me.”

“Can’t stay away too long, huh?”

“What can I say? It’s in my blood,” Kelly chuckled.

“Actually though Kelly, is your wife okay with this? You sure you don’t want to take some time with your baby?”

“We’ve talked it over, it was kinda her idea actually.”

“I know he’s missing it, I’ll be okay if he goes back,” you piped up.

“Well, I still haven’t filled your spot for next shift. You’re welcome to it if you want it.”

“Thanks, Chief. I’ll be there.”

Kelly hung up the phone and turned to look at you.

“You’re really sure?” He asked, leaning in to give you a kiss.

“Yes, Kelly, I’ll be fine. Maybe I’ll even bring her over to the firehouse when you’re on shift,” you replied, “you don’t have to be worried.”

“I love you, thank you for being everything I wanted in life.”

You leaned over and hugged him with one arm, Alexis dozing in the other.

“Can you take her so I can have a quick shower? I still feel like hospital.”

“Of course baby, do what you need.”

You handed over Alexis to her father and just the sight of the two of them together melted your heart.

“Oh babe, question for you,” Kelly asked as you were headed to grab your house coat, “do we have more bottles? Or should I clean a couple for later?”

“Uh,” you were wracking your brain, trying to figure out where your nesting brain put them, “I think they’re in the drawer by the fridge, but honestly I don’t remember.”

Changing out of your clothes and into your bathrobe, you couldn’t help but notice the horizontal scar on your stomach. It was still a little painful when your hand brushed it, but the pain didn’t matter because you had your baby. The perfect baby, with the perfect husband. You didn’t need anything else.

Turning on the water and getting in the shower, Kelly knocked on the bathroom door.

“I hate to interrupt you,” he chuckled, “but there’s someone here who you’re going to want to see.”

“Can it wait until after my shower? I’ll be quick, I promise. Ask if they can wait?” You asked, shampoo already lathered in your hair.

“Yeah, we’ll be out here.”

Kelly closed the door behind him and the thought of who could be here for you raced through your mind as you quickly finished your shower. After finishing up and drying off, you threw your hair up in a messy bun and put on your sweats to go see your visitor.

“Babe, I made some breakfast for the four of us,” Kelly told you, setting the table.

“Who’s here? And where’s Alexis?” You asked.

“Hi, sweetie,” a familiar voice beamed.

“Mom, what are you doing here?” You asked.

“I came to apologize,” she said, “I’m so sorry for what I said.”

Without saying a word, you walked over to your mom and gave her the tightest hug of your life. A couple tears filled your eyes.

“You want to meet your granddaughter?” You asked, motioning to Kelly to remove Alexis from the wrap.

“Yeah, I’d love you,” she smiled.

Handing over your daughter to your own mother was such a special experience for both of you.

“Kelly can you take a picture?” You asked.

“Oh, honey, I just got off a plane, I look awful.”

“Mom, you look great. I want to remember this.”

Kelly grabbed his phone from the counter and took a picture of the three of you together.

“I also came for another reason,” she admitted, sitting down at the table, “Kelly and I were talking while you were finishing your shower. He told me he’s going back to work earlier than expected. I already called back home and I’ve made arrangements to stay with you for a week or two.”

“Mom, you didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes I did, my daughter had my first granddaughter. I need to be here with you.”

“I’ll be fine on my own while Kelly is on shift, you don’t need to help me.”

“Well, then I’ll explore Chicago. I’ve never had the chance to do some sightseeing here.”

You nodded and brought Alexis’ motorized baby swing closer to the table.

“Set her in the swing while we eat, you can hold her after,” you offered.

Your mom set Alexis in the swing and it bangan to slowly swing side to side.

“So Kelly, when are you back to work?” your mom asked.

“Tomorrow morning,” he said, grabbing some more bacon from the counter.

“That’s quick,” she replied.

“Yeah, only missed two shifts, but I know my girls will be okay for 24 hours without me.”

#kelly severide imagine #kelly severide fic #kelly severide x reader #kelly severide #chicago fire fic #chicago fire #chicago fire x reader #one Chicago #one chicago fic #Baby Severide fic #kelly severide x you

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the-daydream-archives · 7 months

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Official Simblreen Announcement!

This is my official announcement that I'm joining this year's Simblreen event! This will be my second time participating in Simblreen, however, unlike last year's event, I plan on having a porchlight on which will only be open for the days that the main Simblreen event is taking place which is on October 20-22, 27-29 (if you guys need specifics, my time zone is GMT +8). I will make a separate post on this blog when my porchlight is on or off. However, please read my instructions carefully since there is a trick to my trick-or-treating event!

In order to access any freebies from me, you have to choose between TRICK or TREAT for each weekend. And depending on your answer, that will be the cc set that you will receive from me. (Kind of similar to a gacha game but you actually still win either way) I have prepared 4 different sets so choose carefully whether you'd want a trick or a treat. Since this is my first time having a porchlight on, I didn't want to overwhelm myself too much with receiving asks, so you can only ask me once each weekend for which cc set you would like. Any duplicate asks that I might receive will all be deleted.

While the overall theme for all the sets from me this Simblreen is "mouth accessories," each set has its own specific vibe and themes and I won't be letting you guys know which one is which except for the last weekend in order to avoid any trigger warnings. The first sets on the first weekend aren't really Halloween-themed so I hope you guys don't mind but the ones on the second weekend are (however I'm pretty sure you guys can still use it outside of Halloween). To those who are scared of not being able to get all of my freebies, don't worry! I plan on releasing everything at the end of the Simblreen event! So everyone can enjoy all of my content^^ (And IF I still have time and energy, I might even add extra goodies to publicly post on my blog for those who are too shy to participate sdfghjkl)

For the last weekend (October 27-29), I am letting you all know in advance that the trick option has some sensitive content which has the following tags: " #tw blood #tw body parts #tw gore #tw eyeball #tw meatcore #tw slight body horror " If you are highly sensitive to any of these topics, please choose the TREAT option instead. If you make the mistake of choosing this and I already sent you the link to the TRICK option, you will just have to wait till the end of the event to get everything. I will reblog this a few more times so most of you can see this post so those who are interested are informed.

Any questions? Please let me know so I can clarify! That's all, I hope you guys enjoy! ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

#simblreen #simblreen 2023 #sims 4 #simblreenparticipant

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acerathia · 3 months

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pink camellias || Chapter 2: geranium

Chapter Summary:

geranium: folly

Wordcount: 3.8k

Read on AO3 || Masterlist

Pairing:

Bakugou Katsuki / Reader

Tags/CW:

royalty au, inspired by Mulan, war and its consequences, violence, childhood friends to strangers to companions to lovers (i am sorry), Angst, Acts of Service, Character Death (Major, and Minor), swordfights, misogyny, f!reader, kidnapping, implied torture, let me know if I missed anything lol

Note:

second chapter, yippie!! going to post this story every second monday, soo 👀👀

Swords clashed and slashed. Tiny bursts of stars seemed to be drawn from every swing and hit. The two opponents acted as if they’ve been at if for hours, but it only has been a matter of a handful of minutes. Every single grain of time held close and dear to their movements, as time could help them achieve their desired victory.

The untrained eye didn’t have the capacity to recognize any disadvantage between them, thus leading to the surprise of the tiny crowd when one sword finally shook and linked its blade with the guard cross of its opposing blade, tossing it into the entirely wrong direction, upwards and pointing to the clouds above. The wielder of that particular blade didn’t even think of pointing the tip of their sword towards the one who lost, as their loss was deemed irrefutable.

A moment of silence, only disturbed by the sheathing of the sword, before a praising clap thundered across the sand, over the heavy gasps of breath. Despite that loss, there was no guilt or thoughts of vengeance, on the contrary, their smiles mirroring each other, one much older and wiser, the other winning and crooked.

“It seems the student has outgrown their master, congratulations. With this battle and its win, you officially hold the title of a swordmaster”, the loser, the now-retired teacher announced with happiness tinting his voice despite the glaring loss against someone younger than him, someone like you.

This act of kindness was not usual, it took you slightly aback. The knights and squires of this court tended to sneer behind your back, never to your face, challenging you properly like they were supposed to do. They would not dare to fulfil such an outrageous act, not against the only lady of this household. The heir of this marquisate. Consequently, you weren’t allowed to act on your urges. Because every time you noticed their laughter and their mock, your veins flooded with hot steam, and the desire to punch them grew. But alas, it was improper of a lady to even raise her hand, much less a sword, despite your current disposition. You were allowed to hold a sword, but never to raise it against someone outside of training. And this newly acquired title would not change anything about this circumstance.

This led to you putting all your anger and frustration into working on yourself, working towards your current objective. This first hurdle, the just gained knighthood, had been the fruit of the hard labor of months; your hands aching and ripping skin. But now you could work towards the higher ranks. Even if you didn’t quite know how to achieve that, due to the likely refusal of many, simply not even taking it into consideration to take you under their wing, to train you in any way or form. In their opinion, all your hard work was nothing but a joke. A female knight? Bordering on a scandal, about to escalate if you even dared to carry your title outside of this tiny place. That meant you were stuck, this position signifying your first and yet last step into the higher achievements of a knight. A swordmaster with no real power to the name.

At least with this title, you had something to show for yourself, your work and your training were not in vain, despite what everyone might say, despite the possibility of it being the last you could even achieve in the first place.

So you couldn’t help the grin stretching across your face as you dabbed the sweat off your eyebrows and neck. You ought to take a proper bath as soon as you were dismissed by your now-retired teacher. But he hesitated. He had been happy by your victory, but something seemed to lay heavy on his might, indicated by the slight furrow of his eyebrows. That was the reason you were aware that something was about to come, something that would displease you, especially after he started a light conversation with you, something he usually avoided so vehemently.

How did you feel? Any tiredness, pain? With every topic, every question or simple conversation starter the talk slowly descended to the more serious matters, at least in his opinion, as he tried his best to ease you into them. What were you planning now? What was your father thinking? Did he even agree with your plans, and was he going to offer you a position in his own army?

And at the beginning you were patient, answering everything truthfully to the best of your possibilities. But the audacious mention of your father made your insides boil, steam filling your lungs and threatening to burn him with your tongue as the lighter.

With a slow inhale you stuck your tongue against the inside of your cheek, trying to dampen the fire sizzling between its pores. You managed not to snap or tell him off in any way, rather smiling and cutting the conversation short, because oh, it was almost time for dinner and your father was awaiting your presence at the table.

With that excuse you didn’t even wait for his dismissal, you just left him on the training grounds, trying to get some proper words in order, but you were already marching with sure steps towards your room, taking several steps at once. You were absolutely ready for a mighty scrubbing.

But on the way you couldn’t do anything but stop in front of another door. The office. Surely your father was inside, swamped in his work once again, and you thought about how it had been some time since you had visited him or seen him outside of your shared meals. He surely wouldn’t mind you entering wearing your current garb.

Your knuckles against the wood, light seeping through a gap, carrying the ongoing conversation, and your movements halted.

“Yes, I am sure. I shall join the assembly tomorrow…” the voice of your father echoed to your position, to your eavesdropping. And you were aware of the butler responding, yet could not discern his words properly.

“I know, but… ugh… they sent for someone from every family. There is no one but me, who can carry the burden of fighting in such a senseless war… no, she’s my only daughter, it would kill me to lose her in such a needless endeavor…” A sigh had escaped your father, showing you how he surrendered to his fate.

His words would usually flare the fire in the back of your throat, daring you to step in and to confront whatever decision had been made on your behalf. Yet the realization of the ongoing topic felt like a fall, harsh and sudden, and your insides hurt, nauseating you. A call for war. Was it truly a necessity for your father to go? Surely there was another way, some kind of connection to avoid this misfortune befalling your family. You couldn’t…

Before you even dared to finish this thought, steps slowly approach your tiny gate between worlds, and you had to get on your toes, to be nimble to escape from this compromising situations, lest the butler caught and reprimanded you. You had no other choice but to flee, despite your initial plan to visit your father for a piece of his time.

For the rest of the way to your bedroom, a dizzy spell had started to occupy your brain, depositing a formation of rocks upon your chest, constricting your limbs, suffocating you. What were you supposed to do now? After this unintended revelation? You could not bear to lose your father too. But did you even have a choice? Your possibilities were as limited as the cords binding your hands, restricting every idea.

Arriving to your destination you swallowed heavely, trying to get rid of the boulders blocking your airways. You simply didn’t allow yourself to show your swirling, conflicting feelings, rather you put the same little grin on your face, even if it felt a bit strained. Your maid should not suspect anything to be wrong, or she would forward her worries to the lord of the place, your father, and you should not burden him more than he already had to carry.

Acting the same, trying to hide the trembles in your fingertips and the pitch in your voice, you took a bath, as usual, as expected of you. And you tried to distract yourself by rubbing your skin raw, getting rid of grime and sweat, the heavy guilt and regret.

As much as you loved to swing the sword, the consequences of such were rather tiring, hard to get rid of in varying levels. A necessary evil maybe.

After drying your skin, you allowed your maid to slip a simple, green housedress over your head, preparing you for your venture to the dining hall

The hall itself had changed quite a bit in the last years, the memories painful, burdening your soul with a longing ache. The stinging arrangements got replaced, finding a new home in a storage room, collecting dust and drying up, taking the memories with them, but never the pain. It stayed a constant companion, and what kind of host would deny its guest, albeit forced.

So you had no other choice but take your seat with the usual greetings towards your father, and you both began to maintain some easy talk, something that could be done without much thought if you were versed in the court etiquette.

That was until the subject of your newly acquired knighthood was mentioned. He, of course, congratulated you, but the question about your future plans did not even come up in the first place. Almost like he assumed this whole thing was finally over, that he could keep you safe, maybe even arrange someone to marry you, to be an actual heir to the title. Someone to take care of you while he had decided to join some nonsense war.

Naturally this thought train of yours stayed in your brain, and you refused to give him the chance to even begin with his ideas, even if they weren’t quite there yet. Still, he did not even dare to start explaining his conundrum to you. Maybe he thought it would be better for you to stay ignorant? To notice him being gone, to belatedly read a letter with the scrawly letters telling you his excuses. To him, that also would be protecting you, but this simple idea of him risking his life, of omitting important details bothered you. This silent refusal only fueled you more, a plan starting to weave itself onto your consciousness, more holes than knots, but you decided to overlook that fact.

After finishing your meal, you excused yourself. As soon as you stepped out of his view, your steps sped up, bringing you to your room. Arriving you quickly dismissed your maid, before crawling to grab something from under your bed.

Barely grasping the fabric you plucked a jute bag from the hidden cave that is the space between your bed and the ground. A bit of dust had settled on top of it and you had to shake it off with a sneeze. Maybe you should have looked for a better hiding place, but that was a thought for the possible, rather impossible, next time.

With barely contained thoughts you started pushing some of your fencing garb into the bag. Almost worn-out pants and shirts. Some bandages. Gauze and disinfectant, for some first aid. Some money and a map. After a couple of everything, you decided to be content with your small luggage. Your sword would be attached to your strap, ready to be used at all times.

The only thing missing was the letter with the official stamp. You needed it, lest they thought of you as a liar. Fortunately, you knew when your father was supposed to leave his office, so you put on some proper traveling clothes, meaning a pair of pants and a shirt, to make it easier for you to sneak into the halls without any noise. And if you managed to get caught, you always had the possibility of using your training as an excuse.

Once the clock has struck, you left your room to stride slowly to your fathers office. In front of its door, you bowed slightly to check for any lights coming from the keyhole, before opening the door a crack, just until it was about to creak. Of course you knew about that secret threshold, you have been living in this place for years. Even considering the whole possessing the body of another problem. You quickly slid between that just-right-sized opening into the office.

You didn’t allow yourself to look around, to look at the shelves cram-full with books or the paintings on every free space on the walls. Rather you carefully stepped around the papers strewn around on the ground, careful to not bother anything that could incriminate you, well more than you were guilty of at the moment.

His working table seemed to contain more documents than possible, stacked on top of each other and dangerously leaning over the edge. You bit your lips in thought, where would such a document belong? Despite your knowledge, you never understood that orderly chaos of his. So you decided to look into the drawers first, inspecting their contents, but not finding what you were looking for.

After having carved into the depths of those drawers, you carefully looked over the papers on top of the table. At first you didn’t dare touch anything, of fear of toppling anything over, of fear of being discovered before you accomplished your goal. But after not seeing the document you began to leaf slowly through every stack of documents and letters. Still nothing. With a resigning sigh, you stepped away. Maybe he had taken that piece of paper into his room, for safekeeping perhaps.

With some remaining hope you let your gaze wander across the table once again. Suddenly something bright orange caught your eyes. You knew it didn’t belong there, wasn’t supposed to be here at all, after orange was the official color of the royal family, only their letters and decrees had an orange seal. That was why you realized that you actually found what you were looking for. The letter had been pinched underneath the paperweight, which your father usually never used.

Consequently you could easily lift that paperweight shaped like a bird, because it just didn’t disturb anything around it. Once the letter laid in your hand, you carefully opened it and skimmed through its content to confirm the identity of the letter.

A lopsided grin broke itself across your face while you pocketed the letter with soft movements. After reaching your goal, you went through the same steps again, only in reverse order to leave the room.

Once in your room, you stashed the letter into your bag, before throwing it over your shoulder. Almost forgetting to put a letter on your pillow for your maid to discover the next morning. You still had to make a trip into the kitchen for some food for the oncoming travels. So you walked down the halls until you arrived in front of the passage for the servants. These secret corridors led to every place a servant could be needed, of course the kitchen was one of these places. And you knew that unless they were a guard, most servants were already asleep. For this reason you could just walk into the kitchen and take some pieces of bread and an apple. Why an apple? You just craved one at the moment.

After filling your bag with your acquired loot, you left the mansion through the servants entrance. These things were neat, you thought, making it easier to sneak around. Which in hindsight was a strategic disadvantage, but all mansions were built like that. You supposed the wall and the many guards outside were a proper defense, at least for some direct attacks. Assassination and infiltration? Definitely the weak point of many nobles.

Deep in thought you stopped in front of the wall. Of course you weren’t going to take the main entrance, your sneaking would be null and void if you got caught just walking out in the deep of the night. That was why you were looking for that one hole in the wall, hidden by some bushes. The knights and squires probably used that hole to escape training and to get drunk at the village. But their foolery had bought you a rather great advantage. This way you had the possibility to just escape the grounds without notifying anyone.

There! You spotted the crack in the massive wall and after pushing some leaves away you could gaze into the other side of the barrier. You got on all fours to crawl through the small gap. The passage was almost too tight to properly let you through, but with a bit of wiggling you managed to tumble out of the hole.

With a triumphant grin you jumped onto your feet, before walking down the road in direction of the next village. You didn’t need your map yet, but you knew that you had to acquire a proper horse to travel, or else you would need days to arrive. With a horse it would only take you a day and a night.

First, you needed to arrive at the village in the first place. Which shouldn’t be a hindrance, but after quite some distance, you began to regret your decision to start your barely-planned adventure once the dark swallowed everything in front of you. You couldn’t have carried a torch with you either way, but you dearly wished for one. Nonetheless you kept on walking on the path through the forest, not leaving your gaze lingering, lest you begin to think of horrid creatures hiding and reaching for you.

No wonder your muscles released some considerable tension, once the lights of the village seeped through the woods. Finally stepping over the invisible border between forest and village, you quickly glanced around to locate someone who would sell you a horse. And even if the streets were supposed to be empty, quite a crowd was still bustling around. Seemed like some kind of festival, you thought to yourself before diving into the bustle.

It had taken you quite some searching and haggling to acquire that beautiful white stallion, on which you were currently riding on. Maybe you should have bought more money on your person, but despite the hole in your funds you couldn’t seem to feel any regret. Especially after traveling with him for the last day and a half. He was, in your humble opinion, the calmest horse you ever had the chance to encounter.

With a comfortable trot you both were heading towards the borders of the country, close to the war, but far enough to have space to train in. Probably. Everything was just an assumption, while you studied the map of your destination. With that, they probably also assumed that everyone, who was sent by their family, would have the proper education about fighting in a war. Maybe they were just going to push a sword into their hands and use them as cannon fodder. In your opinion, it depended on the oncoming personnel. But you, you were determined to survive and maybe to even make a proper name for yourself. Despite your ambitions, you were aware of the conditions, war was a messy thing, and nothing, truly nothing, could promise a proper hold onto your life.

A hum escaped you, as you considered taking a rest. But before you had the possibility to choose, your gaze caught onto something further along the way. So you pushed your horse to go a tiny bit faster to assess whatever was in front of you. After a couple of minutes you slowly came to a halt, stopping fully in front of a wooden gate with a pair of guards. Ah, you had to have arrived already.

With a swing you descended from the black stallion, rummaging for the letter of recommendation that was issued to your family, and of course something to prove your identity with, even if the letter in itself should have been more than enough.

You showed both things to the guard, who had a condescending smirk while checking the content of the letter, before handing it back to you and opening the gate. Stowing the papers back into your bag, you took the horse strap and led your dear horse through the gate.

“Hah, you’re probably gonna do anything but fight.”, a guard snickered haughtily, letting his gaze wander over your pants.

Without second thought you pulled your sword and let the tip scratch his throat. Your face twisted in disgust. “I could just get rid of you, here and now… don’t test me, rat.”

You felt the need to spit at his feet, but you thought that he was already humiliated, so you just continued your walk through the gate. Your trusty sword returned to its home, while bringing your horse to the stable.

Taking care of your stallion you hoped, no one else reacted like that guard did. You’d hate to deal with condescending people, who thought they were better than everyone, especially you. But whatever happened, you were confident in your abilities to best them all. After all, most of them were nothing more than spoiled noble kids, with no experience in any kind of combat. You would bet the rest of your money, you could break the noses of at least half of the recruitments here.

With a content nod, you led Noir, as you decided to call the black stallion, to some proper resting space. He had been carrying you for quite some time after all. After making sure he was all set up, you went looking for whatever place you were supposed to register your arrival at.

With a sigh you settled on your assigned bed. Even if your definition of bed and mattresses were quite different, you didn’t even think of complaining, some already didn’t take you seriously. Even the person who had shown you your new place had their nose slightly wrinkled and had pulled their eyebrows up, once they glanced at you. But you didn’t mind, because you were sure of your abilities, you would surprise them and make them eat their words. And their contempt and whispers held nothing to the royal court and the gossip at festivities. You would survive this.

You had planned on resting for today, but you felt quite fidgety. Usually you would have wound up outside to train with your sword, but alas, you couldn’t pull that string in such a new place. Which sucked, especially because you had to adapt to whatever expectations and rules existed.

Without any other option you closed your eyes and tried to delve into other thoughts, maybe put some more detail in your current story, and if you fell asleep, no one would be wiser.

#bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou x you

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curio-queries · 3 months

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FACE, LETTER, & CLOSER THAN THIS

Disclaimer: The following post is full of my own opinions and interpretations. I do not share this with the intent to convince anyone else that this meaning upholds for all. My interpretations are also limited to English and that is an important distinction to make when accessing art from another language and culture. There are absolutely intentions and meanings that won't translate. Art is beautifully subjective, and I hope you all find your own reasons to love Jimin's music.

This is quite a lengthy post. Thank you to anyone who reads. I'd love to hear your thoughts as well, so don't feel shy to share! 💜

So FACE has been out for nearly a year, why am I making this post now? Honestly, it's all because of Closer Than This and the few nuggets we can glean from the music video. The very first clip of the mv is of Jimin's team discussing the lyrics and then Jimin's recording session. Honestly, I was quite surprised CTT was written at the same time as all of the FACE songs.

So the question then rises: Why wasn't CTT included in FACE? The answer I've arrived at is because CTT is not part of the journey Jimin was describing with FACE. More on CTT below but first, we need to revisit FACE:

TIMELINE

(US dates - I have to do too much timezone manipulation in my job, I'm not spending the time here):

30 DEC 2018 : Promise Release on SoundCloud

21 FEB 2023 : FACE announcement

16 MAR 2023 : Set Me Free pt.2 Release

23 MAR 2023 : FACE Release

22 DEC 2023 : Closer Than This Release

And here's the FACE schedule:

MOTTO-THEME-GUIDE

These phrases are ALL OVER the FACE project! They're in the digital media that was released, on pretty much every side of the physical albums, on the back of the photocards and postcards... They're pretty much on everything official connected to FACE. They're not just fluff included to fill up space; these words have MEANING in this project. I've been using these phrases as guide posts to help me interpret some of the meanings behind FACE recently, and I would encourage anyone interested in Jimin's deeper message to do the same. I've highlighted my references below.

Circles of Resonance Reflection of vulnerable minds and unexposed wounds. An echo, tremor and small movement to reach you. Face of facing the deepest part of inner-self. Face, the reflection of myself in an unfamiliar appearance. Waves originated from the deepest invisible inner world, pass through the face on the surface and reach others to resonate while transmitting the inner voice. Waves spread beautifully, finding its own flow despite wounds and distortions from a smallest scratch. The face of unwavering effort despite repeated falls and pain.

When asked what the album was about, Jimin freely shares that it relates to the events during the pandemic...and then the conversation usually moves on without any deeper discussion. This interview is probably the most verbose Jimin was any time he described the meaning behind FACE. If you haven't watched it recently, I highly recommend it.

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We know that Jimin rarely shares the problems he's having whilst he's going through them (with us at least). He always waits until after he's moved on so that he can tell us not to worry, that it's in the past. (This concept comes up again in this post so keep it in mind.)

The distinction that I think is important to make is that, yes, FACE is about the pandemic, but it's not a straightforward diary of events. It's about how those events affected him. How the waves caused by the pandemic RESONATE, ECHO, and TREMOR through him - effecting the UNEXPOSED WOUNDS. Jimin found something in himself through this experience and had no choice but to FACE it. There were no distractions anymore, no pushing it to the side to deal with later. And he was able to share that journey with us in such a tragically beautiful way.

THE TRACKS

I made the below gifs for each track but I think they look best as a set without the tags so you can get the full effect of the differing ripples. Check out this post to see what I mean. ☺️

FACE-OFF

I know everyone likes to meme about Face-Off and trying to find who hurt Jimin to make them pay...but I really don't associate Face-Off with an external person. You can betray yourself in much worse ways than anyone else can because you know exactly all of your own weaknesses. You know exactly what pretty lies to tell yourself. And honestly, the source of the event doesn't really matter in the context of FACE. I view Face-Off as the initial incident. The SMALLEST SCRATCH that pushes the waves to spread.

There's also a lovely bit of foreshadowing with the lyric "Like crazy, everyone shout out, yeah yeah". CIRCLES OF RESONANCE. Not singular, multiple; we are in for a bumpy ride.

INTERLUDE : DIVE

I admit, I only listen to this track when I'm doing a full album listen. I love instrumental tracks but this isn't instrumental to me, it's sound effects. And I just personally have a sensory issue that comes out to play here BUT it's important to include in our discussion so don't skip it when you're trying to delve into the meanings!

The message I glean here is just how pervasive the issue is becoming. Jimin can be going about his life, trying to disregard it but the UNEXPOSED WOUNDS are there lurking underneath it all.

The pretty music overlaying the track may sound like glitz and glam, but this is just the beginning of the WAVES SPREADING BEAUTIFULLY, FINDING ITS OWN FLOW DESPITE WOUNDS AND DISTORTIONS...

LIKE CRAZY

I've been promising a post on Like Crazy for ages and this may be the closest I get to it. Let me know if any of you are interested in a more in-depth discussion on how the movie and the song work together. My short summary for both is this: there are moments when you willfully take actions that you KNOW are against your best interest. Not in a fleeting eats-too-many-cookies way. In a I-know-putting-my-hand-on-the-stove-and-turning-it-on-will-burn-me way.

I hope none of you experience this to such a damning extent. I have. Despite being the kind of person who I thought would never venture down such a path. It's not something I wish upon anyone. This is the WAVES ORIGINATED FROM THE DEEPEST INVISIBLE INNER WORLD, PASS THROUGH THE FACE ON THE SURFACE...

ALONE

Have you ever repeated a word enough that it starts to sound bizzare? What if you got the point where you thought the weird sound was reality? And then you were confronted with the truth. This song is that point. Where you are left with the sober understanding of yourself. FACE, THE REFLECTION OF MYSELF IN AN UNFAMILIAR APPEARANCE.

SET ME FREE pt.2

The rise! Jimin was able to find a way to push himself beyond the betrayal of himself. It absolutely wasn't easy and there were setbacks, but this is a clear call to any who find themselves in similar circumstances: you CAN overcome. THE FACE OF UNWAVERING EFFORT DESPITE REPEATED FALLS AND PAIN.

Remember when I said earlier that Jimin only tells us about his struggle once it's over? I honestly believe that's why SMF was the pre-release track. He needed us to know that there was a happy ending before he would tell us about the pain he went through.

LIKE CRAZY (English Version)

As I mentioned my sensory issue above, I cannot talk about Like Crazy without mentioning the whispered English at the beginning/end. I HATE it sooooo much! It just twigs my brain in all the wrong ways. It's a huge part of why it took me a long time to appreciate LC. As much as I hate it though, it's absolutely necessary for the interpretation of LC. It firmly gives us a landmark into where and how the song relates to the movie. It also creates a bookend structure that gives the original and the English versions their own rightful places to exist.

LETTER

My very first post on this blog was a simple comparison of the lyrics in Like Crazy from the translation on the original music video to the english version. There is absolutely a difference here and I think it's a very important distinction that there are two versions of Like Crazy in the album. One is AN ECHO, TREMOR AND SMALL MOVEMENT TO REACH YOU. This phrase is for us, the audience. None of the other phrases use "you". Even though Jimin has set himself free, there are still CIRCLES RESONATING.

If you have seen any of my posts prior to this, you likely know how obsessed with Letter I am. I have the hardest time naming anything as a favorite (even favorite colour, there's just sooo many good uses of different colors) so I hope you understand how revolutionary it is for me to unequivocally state that Letter is my favorite song. Like ever. For all of my (cough*decades*cough) of music-listening, opinion-having life. Letter is THE ONE. Letter is it. I probably have stronger feelings about Letter than any relationship I've been in (but I'm aspec so take that with a grain of salt...)

I listen to Letter A LOT (sometimes on literal repeat - there's a video on YouTube that loops it for over an hour and I've definitely contributed several of those listens) and while working on this post, I would still get emotional hearing it at the end of FACE. This song is the absolute definition of the beauty that can only truly be understood after utter tragedy.

To me, Letter is about how this experience has effected Jimin to the point where there's a noticeable difference in the way he interacts with and appreciates those he loves, in all interpretations of the word love. WAVES...REACH OTHERS TO RESONATE WHILE TRANSMITTING THE INNER VOICE.

I am not using this post to debate the merits of exactly who Letter is for: a significant other, ARMY, or Jimin himself. Frankly, I don't think it matters to the meaning of the song. Use whatever flavour most appeals to you. That's the real genius and gift of Jimin's music imo. He creates it in such a way that we can fold it around our own personal stories and needs.

WHAT WAS THIS POST ABOUT AGAIN?

Right, so rewind to the release of Closer Than This. I'd had very little sleep as I traveled for the holidays and was absolutely feeling the timezone difference. But I stayed up to hear Jimin's new song. I listened to it first in Spotify and thought it sounded like a beautiful, happy, well-produced gift of a song - perfect for the end of the year and to comfort us with his departure for military service. Then I watched the mv to read the subtitles... Y'all, I absolutely was NOT expecting to see clips from the time covered in Jimin's Production Diary! I wouldn't have been surprised if it was the same team that Jimin worked with before but at a later time - he trusts them artisically after all. BUT these clips were the same angles and same conversations we saw from the development of FACE.

So I started my due diligence. Is it possible CTT was supposed to be part of FACE but they held it specifically to release when it did? I listened to FACE multiple times trying to insert CTT into the narrative. And it just doesn't fit this journey...at all. Like not in the slightest. I thought maybe immediately after Letter or even replacing Letter but no. I even tried inserting Promise as a bridge and it just doesn't work in the context of FACE.

CTT has a pretty literal storytelling narrative. It describes the journey WE have been on with Jimin. It lists his promises to US going forward. The music video being an album of memories, supports the nostalgic and loving viewpoint of the song. It has absolutely nothing to do with how Jimin was affected by the events of the pandemic or anything he found inside himself because of it.

Both songs have been described by Jimin as a 'fan song' and as I described in this post, there are many reasons that support both of them falling into this categorization. To me, Letter is more about Jimin having a deep intimate conversation with us because he trusts us. While CTT is literally about the relationship between ARMY and Jimin.

Anyway, I think that's all I've got to say about it for now. What are your thoughts? Should Closer Than This have been included in FACE? Was it just a marketing ploy to keep generating our interest after Jimin left?

(BTW I'm really happy with those FACE gifs and how the ripples look when they're together. They took some time to figure out. I just wish I had some better software to turn them into gifs so the colours display better, but alas, beggars can't be choosers. They look really great in the ppt that I made them in but I guess that's just for me to enjoy!)

#park jimin #jimin #FACE #Face-off #Interlude: Dive #like crazy #alone #set me free pt.2 #like crazy (english)#Letter #closer than this

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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year

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can you have a part 2 for served cold? Like this time Daemon gets the upper hand and marks/slashes up the reader's face but it's because he's a goner for her bold attitude and approach to revenge. Dude's prolly a secret masochist! My personal headcanon.

After the reader recovers, realizing her play as a shy maiden is up since she looks hideous, Daemon asks her to marry him? (like Ofc he went and slashed her up, why give her choice to say no or run when he has already become flattered) she says no but he seduces her, makes her feel pretty and it's basically stockholm syndrome.

Add detail like Daemon now wears armour to bed and the reader is often left tied to avoid her killing him while he pleasures her.

Like all sorts of blood play, hatesex, murder attempts and smut! I do think given the psycho that he is, Daemon would totally fall for the reader after realizing she bested him and was bold enough to try to murder him. He'd pay her back ofc but he also wouldn't let her go.

Outwardly though, the valeman and Viserys would just be happy that a Royce x Targaryen marriage "worked out" they don't know what goes on behind closed doors lol

I Want You, I Get You

Daemon Targaryen x Royce!Reader

Summary: You should have finished the job. You should have finished the job, you should have finished the job, you should have finished-

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Depictions/descriptions of violence/death/murder/blood, dark/yandere!daemon, fem!reader, i still describe reader's features, typos, etc.

A/N: this is a p1 to served cold, i suggest you read if before reading this. i think MINORS DNI hey nonnie (i hope you read this), ngl your ask was the reason why i could not continue with my other reqs cause this been in my head since you sent it and i have been unsure of whether or not i wanted to write this at all. like YOU GOT MY ATTENTION, your prompt is so violent and twisted and T_T IM INTO IT ?????????? ok it has to be said i don't actually think violence is ok alright but T_T idk this concept is just so intriguing to me cos, i really feel like Daemon would do that shit, its giving yandere and in my head he is a yandere without having to write him like that. and secret masochist T_T MAYHAP IF SOMEONE HOT ENOUGH BRINGS HIM PAIN HES A VERY NOT SECRET MASOCHIST. also i didn't want to destroy reader the way you wanted to. the feminist in me will not allow it. *im* the writer anyway so lol. anyway this is pretty dark, i hope you like it though Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @targeryenmoony

It had been a whole week since the incident in the garden when any news about the prince surface. They were merely vague whispers, but it was evident the Stranger allowed him to live. A pity.

It took over entire month for there to be any official news on him however. Just this morn it was announced Daemon was alive and speaking. A truly unfortunate fate.

I had hoped he would have at least gone mute, then I wouldn't have felt the need to visit him to finish the job.

I didn't care if he squeaked about our encounter, that was not why I was going to him. I cared that he would live without any real repercussions. I didn't go through all that just to scar his already ugly, scarred body. No. He should have at least been given up his voice. Then, I would have been happy to let him live.

"At last," he speaks with not a trace of hoarseness, "a visitation."

The golden corset on my body constricts, as though it was being pulled from behind. My perfectly braided. dark hair suddenly feels like it had been wound a bit too tight by my temples.

The sound of me releasing my large skirt is loud in the stocky atmosphere in the room. I clasp my hands together in front of my, just below my bodice.

Daemon, laid on the cot, alone in the maester's ward, has his violet eyes scanning my body with his revolting, wormy lips curved upward.

"Would you like to examine your handiwork, my dear?" he asks, finger fiddling the wrapping on his neck aimlessly. He grunts when he pushes himself up and sits at the side of his bed. He blankly watches me as he extends a hand out.

I look at him, uninclined to allow him any sort of satisfaction, not with my movements, not with my expressions.

This was why I could not mask my eye twitch when he chuckles under breath.

I watch him closely when he stands and walks over to me, "do you have something special for me under that dress again?"

"No," I say as I inch my thumb to the opening of my bodice, "not at all."

I rip my blade out from the special pocket in my corset, then I lunge at him. As quick as I knew I was, it was clear he had expected this, he was prepared for me. Before I even stepped forward, he sidestepped away and reached for me.

With a strong grip, he grabs my armed hand and effectively yanks me forward, causing me to nearly topple. He uses his strength to his advantage, and fights like the scoundrel he is, kicking me before I could get my bearing. The next thing I know, he shoves me to the ground and presses his knee on my back. He clearly enjoys this irony.

Unlike how I had him, however, he has my arm twisted back with my blade still in grip. I feel him press the blade on the skin of my back, just above my laces.

"Yield," he mutters, "and I will not hurt you... too much."

I do not allow him even the sound of my strained breathing.

Daemon lets out a deep chuckle.

I muffle my grunt when he grabs the blade from me and rolls me over, shoving me to my back. He grabs both my hands when I attempt to strike at him. He sits on my thighs, effectively sealing me on the ground.

Daemon has the blade between his teeth.

The sight is so chilling that he takes the moment of bewilderment to his advantage and takes my wrists in one hand, pushing them above my head.

He was much larger than me, much heavier, much stronger, had longer limbs. I was outmatched. To the both of us, it was clear.

He grabs the blade with his other hand and presses the sharp side to my lips.

He bends the arm he had pushing down on my wrists. I cannot contain the whine that leaves me because of the crushing pressure on my bones.

"That's right," he says, "squeak," he presses the dagger closer to my lower lip. I feel my eyes water when I taste blood, but I hold my silence, still.

Daemon's face is bright in darkness when he slowly draws the blade deeper.

I whine when he slashes it down my lips with one quick motion.

His nostrils flare, "good girl."

I spit at him.

Red splatters on his face, and sequentially drips back down on mine.

Daemon grins, chucking the blade away so he could wipe his face. When he does so, my stomach rolls as he licks his fingers. The next moment, he rips at at the bandage on his neck, revealing the thick red line going across his skin, then scrams, "GUARDS!"

My brows furrow tightly as he screams louder when he turns over his shoulder, "GUARDS!"

The moment there is the sound of shuffling. He pushes off me and stands to his feet. I do not make a move. I do not want to, not when I'll get dragged away anyway.

"Where the fuck are you fools when I need you!?" Daemon demands tightly, pointing to the two guards that enter the room. I feel them stare at me on the floor. My blood stills when Daemon says, "my bride has just been attacked and you bumbling morons are letting him escape!"

I prop myself on my elbows and catch Daemon just as he points to the window, "will I throw one of you out the window he just jumped out of, or will you catch the assaulter that's getting farther and farther away?!"

I get to my feet as Daemon screams, "I WANT HIM BROUGHT TO ME TONIGHT!"

When the two run out of the room, Daemon turns to me. The anger in his features twist into a horror of a smile.

"You are deranged," I mutter.

"Come now," he tilts his head, tenting his hands in front of him, "that is not the way you refer to your groom."

I scoff, "you have clearly lost your sanity when I slashed you."

Daemon steps forward as he sighs, "and you have underestimated my strength."

I swat him away when he reaches out for my face.

He chuckles and continues to walk closer. I debate momentarily if it would be wise to step away from him. I am a second too late when he dashes over and grabs me by the throat.

His grip is so tight that I half expected him to just snap my neck.

I claw at him, but to no avail. He was too strong, too ready for this moment.

He hums, leaning down to press a kiss on my exposed shoulder. I choke at the intensity of his grip. He exhales deeply, "you smell just like you did that day."

I am helplessly trying to unlatch his hand as I feel the last of my breath leave me. My vision begins to darken.

The next moment, I drop to the floor, choking on my spit and on the air I was so desperately trying to take in.

Daemon takes one step back to look at me. I let out a rib chattering cough as he speaks, "we are to be wed in tomorrow, now that you have arrived."

He drops down to one knee, "I would suggest you make no more further attempts on me, so that I would make no further attempts on you... however," he pushes my thick hair back, "if you want to give me further reason to mark you, my love, I will not deny you of it."

He grabs my throat again when I turn to him.

I let out a broken cry, eye watering, fingers cold against his burning hand. I had no say in the muffled choking sounds that leave me as he lifts me up to my knees.

"Here's what will happen if you think of getting smart with me," he hums, "I'm sure your pretty little head has a thousand murderous plans for me, and I am quite excited to learn of them all," he utters, digging his nails into my skin, "but I'll have you know, if our marriage gets unbearable for you and you think of killing yourself instead, I will tell them I killed you after multiple attempts to kill me."

Daemon gives a lopsided smile.

"Then, your house Royce would be ostracized and shamed for all of eternity, and I would have it written that the duty of my late wife that upheld my her little sister was for naught."

I drop to the floor when he releases me, head pulsing wildly, drool dripping out of my mouth.

"You would've only brought shame to her memory."

I eye him darkly as he stands.

"I would then gloat at the sight of the dead girl who thought she was smart enough to best her prince."

#dark!daemon #dark!daemon targaryen #daemon fanfic #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen fanfic #daemon targaryen #daemon x reader #daemon #daemon targaryen x you #daemon fic #house of the dragon fanfic #hotd fanfic #targaryen smut #daemon targaryen smut #daemon fluff #yandere!daemon #yandere!daemon targaryen

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JUMP! Devlog, March 11, 2024 - Name Change | Artist Position Filled | Crowdfunding Announcement

This one's a big update announcement, so let's tl;dr up top, and the details will be below the read more.

JUMP! is officially being renamed to CLASH! Shonen Battle Roleplay. Largely for copyright reasons.

We have an artist! Thank you to Elise @ispybluesky - I'm ecstatic to be working with them.

This is my official announcement of a crowdfunding campaign, due to launch in April! I'll be advertising it and posting links when and where appropriate.

1. Name Change

It was a long time coming, honestly. When I originally made the prototype for the game, the idea of expanding it into a full book was sort of a distant idea - I had other games pressing more fervently at my attention, and I was burnt out from a year of making a lot of games. So I ripped assets from official anime & manga and named the thing after a real shonen manga magazine - classic internet. And besides, I was posting it for free. No harm, no foul.

But as my plans for the year solidified and I decided on this game as the project to focus on in 2024, it became quickly apparent that I simply couldn't get away with toeing the line that enthusiastically. It's a fun idea, branding your game after the most well-known shonen publication out there, both creatively and as a marketing strategy. But of course, that's just asking for trouble. So, better to change it, and give it more of its own identity in the process.

So after a bit of thought, I landed on the obvious and perfect answer: CLASH! Shonen Battle Roleplay. I mean, come on. Who's complaining about that? Certainly not me.

Going forward, I'll be tagging devlogs with the old #JUMP! Shonen Battle Roleplay tag, as well as a new one befitting the change - just to keep things together.

2. Artist Found

I was astounded at how many inquiries I got when I put out that call. I suspect I have @lighthouselio and @monsterfactoryfanfic to thank for that, so thank you both. Really, that was cool as hell to wake up to.

After some deliberation, I've decided to work with Elise @ispybluesky, who has been a delight to talk to so far, and whose style I fell in love with instantly. We're already working on the first couple of pieces, and I'm beyond excited for you all to see what they can do. Give them a follow.

Elise wasn't the only person I talked to though, and wasn't the only person whose work shone. In particular I'd like to give a shoutout to Anh Huynh @acesartscape. While it wasn't as strong a style match, I'm enchanted by their work, and am probably going to commission them for one or two things on my own time. Give them a follow too.

3. Crowdfunding Announcement

I mentioned it in my call for artists post - but I never made an announcement, so here's that: The CLASH! Shonen Battle Roleplay crowdfunding campaign is coming this April!

The Campaign is currently slated to last through June, and my goal i to put together something nice to look at and interesting to read by the time we launch. As you can probably imagine I've been working hard on this game, and it's thrilling and terrifying all at once to be coming up on this milestone. Let's see how it goes, shall we?

#indie ttrpg #ttrpg #jump! shonen battle roleplay #clash! shonen battle roleplay #devlog #updates & info

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✨ Hello, there! ✨

We are pleased to officially announce this years’ very first Obianidala Week! Starting on Sunday, May 21st to Saturday, May 27th, we will be celebrating the Prequels Trio, Obi-Wan/Anakin/Padmé in any and all mediums we can (fics, art, moodboards, videos, etc.).

Read the carrd for more info || Ask us anything

Here’s the calendar for the week days and their prompts:

Note: You’re not meant to meet all the options for each day, you can mix and match or play with them however you wish.

DAY 1 (May 21st):

Authors: Canon Divergence // Fate // “Please, don’t do this”

Artists: Favorite looks // Blue // Love language(s)

DAY 2 (May 22d):

Authors: Disney Film AU // Longing // “No. It’s your fault. I just want to say I’m sorry”

Artists: Favorite film // Family // Dark

DAY 3 (May 23rd):

Writing: Fake Dating // Sand // “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

Art: Historical AU // Stewjon // Spooning

DAY 4 (May 24th):

Writing: Modern/Normal Life AU // Blood // “Shh, be quiet”

Art: Mafia AU // Green // First

DAY 5 (May 25th):

Writing: Fantasy (Mermaid, Vampires, Pirates, Fairies, etc) AU // Travel // “My sadness is contagious”

Art: Royal AU // Pink // Domestic

DAY 6 (May 26th):

Writing: Role Reversal // Illness // “Is it you? Or have they come to take me away?”

Art: De-age // Red // Ghost

DAY 7 (May 27th):

Free day

Extra prompts to swap:

- Drowning - Restrained - Fall - Fire - Betrayal - Diversion - Healing - Pride - Keeping - Balance

All creations should be posted under the tag #ObianidalaWeek2023 within its first five tags so we can have it show up there. MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU!

#obianidala #obikin #anidala #obidala #obianidalaweek2023 #anakin skywalker #padmé amidala #obi-wan kenobi

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stoopid-turtle · 8 months

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Timeline of GGDD Love

Hi yall. This is the index post for the BTS in Order posts. This is the post to bookmark if you want to refer to it later! (The first chunk is just copypasta from the April intro. Read More to get to the links)

I've looked for timelines of the bts before, but what I've found relies heavily on video clips, many of which I don't have access to. So I decided to make a text-focused timeline in English for the bts because I'm all up in my hyperfocus.

I mainly used this playlist on billibilli, though I also looked at a few other playlists (I didn't keep links, I suck). If I came across a video/reference w another date listed for the clip, I added the alternate date in parenthesis at the end. I chose to primarily follow this playlist bc it has a LOT of clips, has clips for every day, and doesn't have anything that immediately jumps out at me as wrong. I also cross-referenced with accio-victuuri's BJYX Timeline bc it's the most complete English timeline I've seen, and I respect the effort involved. And I ultimately I triple-checked against this weibo timeline. Again, alternate dates noted in parenthesis. Not all sources always agreed.

(the note on the primary playlist has this as its explanation of its dating: 广告以官宣日期为整体依据,若跨年度拍摄,则以最新发布日期为依据整理。Which Google translates to "The advertisement is based on the official announcement date as a whole and, if shot across the year, on the latest release date." I can't parse that so *shrug*)

I've listed out the bts scenes by date. I try to describe the known scenes, though I don't list out in detail EVERYTHING that happens (if I say "Xuanwu cave, bondage conversation", I assume you all know everything else that happens around that moment)(Though sometimes I get hype and fangirlish in the descriptions). A lot of scenes were unknown to me, so I tried to describe the setting, costumes, and vaguely what's happening. Most of the scenes I did recognize had more to the clip than the ones I've seen translated.

As none of what I watched had translations, I can't provide much context with that, I'm afraid. I also do not think these are in order within a day. I don't have any way to tell, so the timeline within the day, itself, is probably wonky.

I only included bts for the most part, not stuff the boys were doing outside the production. Everything's color coded. Scenes with only gg are in red. Scenes with only dd are in green. Scenes with both are orange (yellow just isn't readable, sorry). (If there's text with no color, just assume it's the same as the last colored text)

I wrote this literally by going back and forth between billibilli and Google Keep, so the notes are a little off the cuff. Let me know if you have questions or if you don't understand something. Or if you can't identify a particular bts scene you're curious about.

People are also completely free to take this and flesh it out if they want by adding the non-bts stuff. Any mistakes are mine. People are free to correct it as well. Basically, consider this public property for other turtles. So take it, make it your own, create a comprehensive google sheet that details everything in pretty color-coded order with media links that are cross-referenced, filterable, and sortable or whatever (PLEASE SOMEBODY DO THIS).

No need to credit. If you feel you have to, just say a stoopid turtle did it.

The timeline of ggdd love yue tag

April BTS In Order

April Summary + Takeaways

May BTS In Order Pt 1

May BTS in Order Pt 2

May Summary + Takeaways

June BTS In Order Pt 1

June BTS in Order Pt 2

June Summary + Takeaways

July BTS In Order Pt 1

July BTS in Order Pt 2

July Summary + Takeaways

Aug BTS In Order Pt 1

Aug BTS in Order Pt 2

Aug Summary + Takeaways

Overall Summary + Takeaways

Addendum 1

Addendum 2

#bjyx #yizhan #the timeline of ggdd love yue #prezzie for turtles #free resource #my brain just does this stuff #turtle service #adhd+autism is a helluva drug

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agent-aquato-and-co · 2 years

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Milestone Dtiys!

The dtiys is officially over!! I’ll be announcing winners in a bit, thank you to everyone who entered :D

First off, hi from Otto!!! I know I’ve continued to make a show out of being ridiculous with how often I mention it, but really, I do appreciate the interaction on this blog! I struggle to commit to projects, even ones that I’m genuinely attached to, and the support has helped make it all the more easier for me to return to this and keep it going- even if my updates can be sporadic.

So!!! I’ve decided to do a dtiys to celebrate 500 (560 at this time, actually!!) followers!

If you don’t know, ’dtiys’ stands for ”Draw this in your style.” And its an art challenge where you redraw the original image in your own style! Which actually leads me to my first thing! (Please read all of this before starting, btw! Under the read more)

You don’t have to specifically redraw this image!

I’ll accept anything that is art of Raz, Lili, or both of them, doing whatever! You’re absolutely allowed to choose to redraw this image as your entry, but if you want to do something else? Go for it! I’d love to see unique content of these two!

There will be a prize at the end!

I’m still unsure if it will be a raffle to choose who wins, or me picking which one I like the most (I think I’ll determine it based on how many submissions we get? If there’s a small amount of entries, I’ll just raffle it?) but regardless, I intend on reaching out to a winner at the end to draw them something, which we can negotiate once they’re chosen! (I don’t want anyone to think I’ll cheat out whoever wins, so just know that it won’t just be like. A messy bustshot with no color. I’ll do something worthwhile! Just nothing too scary big GHJRBGKBERH)

Additionally, I’m not sure if it’ll be just one winner? I don’t expect many people to participate, but if enough do, I’ll expand to a 2nd and possible 3rd place prize!

Final Date is July 16th!

I know people are preparing for Art Fight next month, and some might just be busy in general, so I figure a month until a winner is chosen is a safe end-date! If submissions stall before then and activity dies, I might cut it early, but don’t worry about me cutting it off early without warning. If I choose to pick early, I’ll give advanced notice!

And of course, obviously nothing explicit or gross, out outwardly hateful in your submissions, but that should (hopefully) go without saying.

Here’s a link to their OG refs, and here’s a link to where you can find all of Raz’s pin designs, if you choose to go that far FKSJBGKDFGBK

Use the #AACDtiys tag for your posts and be sure to tag me in it! (You can tag this blog or my main one, either works!) In order to avoid clogging up this blog, I’ll rb all entries to my main: @quigley-yy !

I think that’s it! I’ll be rb-ing this post a few times to make sure no one misses out! Please rb to spread this around! I absolutely am not limiting this to only current followers, new ppl can join as well!

#AACDtiys #Agent aquato and co au #psychonauts au #dtiys #Ill be honest and say one of the reasons im completely cool with ppl drawing their own things #is bc im not too awful proud of this piece GKDBGKHFHHKF #I’m rusty with my full piece skills!!! I wanted to do something big but not too ridiculous so i didn’t alienate ppl by making it complicate #d #regardless!!! Places this down here

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jellicle-brawl · 1 year

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Jellicle cats, come out tonight, Jellicle cats, come one, come all, the Jellicle moon is shining bright, Jellicles come to the Jellicle Brawl!

Are you a fan of Cats the Musical? Do you have very strong opinions about which performer in which show was the BEST, most QUINTESSENTIAL performance for that character across the board? Would you like the chance to put that opinion against someone else's?

Welcome to the Jellicle Brawl! This will be a bracket for Cats performers across its many shows and performances, so submit your favorite and we'll pit them against each other. (ex, "Michael Gruber as Munkustrap from the 1998 film" vs "John Partridge as The Rum Tum Tugger from the 1998 film"). Note that even though this is a competition, our aim is to celebrate these performers who worked to bring these characters to life with their own flair! This is ultimately just a chance to hold these performers up and go "hey! look how cool they are!"

Before we get started, a few submission rules (I know it's long, most of it is just clarifying information, the rules are actually fairly lax)

1. You can make as many submissions as you like but only one submission per performer and only one performer per submission.

2. When submitting, in the character name slot use only the cat's full name (ex The Rum Tum Tugger instead of just Tugger), with correct spelling and capitalization. If the character was officially credited under multiple names, put them in alphabetical order separated by a / (ex, Admetus/Plato, rather than Plato and Admetus). This is for sorting purposes for the form, to make things easier on me later. (This is the only one I'm coming down hard on since I'm depending on it for sorting the form. For the rest formatting is far more relaxed.)

3. Please include a video or still of the performer in costume, alone if possible.

4. Propaganda during the submission period is not only allowed but encouraged. We're celebrating these performers and their portrayals; I WANT you to gush about them and tell me and everyone else why it's so good. Anti-propaganda, however, will not be tolerated.

5. The following cats can be submitted EITHER as individual characters OR with the pair as a single unit

Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer (if submitting them together, please use "Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer" for the submission name.)

The Psychic Twins/Coricopat and Tantomile (if submitting them together, please use "The Psychic Twins" for the submission name. If they use alternative names, list those in extra info.)

Gus/Growltiger (in shows where Growltiger was used for Gus' performance)

The Rumpus Cat/{whichever chorus cat portrayed him} (If submitting them together, please use "The Rumpus Cat/Counterpart" for the submission name and list the name in extra info)

For all other instances of performers doubling up on their characters, please submit each character individually (ex, Brian Blessed as Old Deuteronomy as a separate submission from Brian Blessed as Bustopher Jones)

6. Michael Gruber's portrayal of Munkustrap is banned because I cannot and refuse to be impartial about him, which is why he'll instead emcee the tournament with me. The 2o19 film Cats is also banned, for similar but distinctly opposite reasons. Any submissions for them will be thrown out.

There are two portrayals that are getting in automatically but I won't be revealing those because I don't want to affect submissions.

I'll decide how many submissions to use once I know how many submissions I have. We'll see how this goes then.

Submissions will remain open indefinitely as I'm not really ready to go live with the tournament yet but want to give you guys time to get in.

Obligatory tagging of other polls: @crossovershipstournament @bugcrimesbracket@orangecharactersmackdown @blue-character-brawl @grim-reaper-bracket

#cats the musical #cats oasis of the seas #cats 1998 #cats broadway #cats london #i plan to do a second submission post when i have a clear timeline so if you guys want to tell me some good tags to use for the fandom #i'd really appreciate it #i tagged the only performances i know about but i want to hit as many tags as i can #tumblr tournament #tumblr bracket #tumblr poll #poll bracket #tournament bracket

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katsukidynam1ght · 9 months

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IT’S OFFICIAL

hey everyone! i am back. long time no see and all that.

remember how i wrote Spark Plug, the kaminari angst fic that totaled 140,101 words at its completion? remember how i really like writing angst and how, since that fic was published, i’ve been working on a bakugou-centric angst fic that i’ve promised will be even worse (better)?

it’s happening!

this fic has been just a little bit insane for me. i’ve outlined it, and outlined it, and outlined it — i have five separate outline documents for this and up until the most recent, none of them seemed to click right. but i kept working, and i’ve been working on it since january of this year. and finally, after all that hard work… i’m going to start writing it real soon.

i tried publishing what was then the first chapter of this fic a few months ago, but after several failed attempts that never seemed to feel right. it is currently on AO3 titled “Combat Fatigue”, but will be going away shortly before i post the new fic (that will bear the same title).

i am not sure when the first chapter of this will come out, nor am i sure how frequently i’ll be able to post following that chapter. i’m beginning a new semester of college soon, this time as a creative writing major — there’s no doubt in my mind that my classes will make it a touch difficult to write fic consistently, but please be reassured that i love this fic and i am so excited to write it.

thank you all for your patience and bearing with me as i try to put together the puzzle that is this fic. it won’t be what it was initially, and many details have changed since the beginning outline (so those of you that may have been in on it before, you’re not anymore). i’ve kept most of the details of this fic relatively private, and i intend to keep it that way so the audience is able to feel the surprise and intrigue that i intend to evoke. note though that this fic will still be heavier than Spark Plug ever was, and it will also be much longer as there are many more aspects to deal with.

though i will likely leave this information in the notes when i post the first chapter, i would also like to inform my audience members of a few things:

if you choose, you can read it in the same universe that Spark Plug takes place in. there are enough parallels between the two that it fits. note though that this takes place a while before Spark Plug, and that (since i wrote SP first) all of the minor details may not line up exactly. please use your suspension of disbelief regarding these details.

i will not be tagging all of the warnings involved in this fic. after the first chapter (since the end notes in chapter one move) i will be placing content warnings in the end notes as i did with Spark Plug, so that those of you with sensitivities can be a little more at ease. please know, however, that this fic is quite a bit heavier than Spark Plug, and i intend to avoid spoilers as much as possible. it will be your responsibility to read these notes. again, i will not be putting content warnings in the tags.

it will have a happy ending. this is something i’d hope most of you know about me by now — i will put you through a terrible amount of angst and suffering, but i will always balance it out with fluff and comfort, and i will always give you a happy ending. there will be pain, but there will be joy, too. don’t worry.

this fic is going to be long. my initial outline of Spark Plug was 34 pages, and the final outline was 47 pages. the fic itself was 257 pages and 140,101 words. this fic’s outline is starting at more than double the initial SP outline — 78 pages. it will be a long fic. prepare yourselves for that.

i think that’s all i want to say by way of announcements. thank you all so much for your patience and support, and i really do hope to see you when i begin posting again.

happy reading, and see you soon :)

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kellykidd · 7 months

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Baby Severide - Chapter 8: First Shift Back

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Pairing: Kelly Severide x reader

Summary: You surprise Kelly at the firehouse during his first shift back as a dad

Words: 1286

Warnings: cannon typical depictions of fires/accidents

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Notes: It’s official, this is the final chapter of Baby Severide. Thank you for even reading one chapter of this fic and I hope you’ll stick around for more of my work! Thank you for your support and join the Taglist to be notified when any of my new fics are published!

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The sound of Kelly’s alarm startled you awake.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?,” Kelly rushed.

You rolled over to see Kelly throwing on his squad jacket and grabbing his duffel from the floor.

“Stay safe today, I love you,” you said, getting up to give him a kiss.

“I love you too, but you could’ve stayed in bed, y’know?” He chuckled, kissing you.

“I figured I’d check on Alexis.”

“I got that, you go back to bed.”

You crawled back into bed, now shifted to the middle because you had it all to yourself. Kelly checked on the sleeping baby and left the bedroom, quietly shutting the door behind him. Getting up for work in the morning was something you didn’t miss.

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“Hey mom,” you called from the bedroom, waking up from the second half of your sleep, “where’s Alexis?”

“She started to fuss, so I got up and fed her a bottle,” she replied, “I hope that’s okay.”

“Thanks mom.”

“Is there anything in particular you’d like to do today?”

“I told Kelly I’d bring Alexis by the firehouse at some point today.”

“Do you need me to do anything?”

“I should be okay after I get ready for the day. I just want to get dressed, then you can go sightseeing for the day. Meet back here for dinner?”

“Sure, I’ll cook.”

“Mom, you don’t have to do that,” you laughed, pulling some leggings, a t shirt and a hoodie out of your drawer.

“I’ll always cook for you, baby.”

“Well, thank you mom.”

You changed into your outfit for the day and went to find your mom and baby.

“What’s on your list of things to see today?” You asked.

“Not really sure. I guess I’ll figure it out once I get started.”

“That’s the mom I know,” you chuckled.

“Do you want breakfast?”

“I’m gonna get the firehouse a couple dozen donuts before I bring Alexis to visit. I’ll grab something for breakfast while I’m at the bakery.”

“As long as you’re eating.”

“Don’t worry mom, I’ll have an extra donut just to make sure,” you giggled, packing a diaper bag for a full day of firehouse adventures, “Do you want a ride somewhere? I can drop you off on the way.”

“Sweetie, you’re too kind. I’ve got a rental car, I’ll be okay.”

“If you say so. Can I show you something?”

“Yes, please do!”

You led your mom to your bedroom where you showed her a onesie on the dresser.

“Future Firefighter,” she giggled, “sweetie I love that.”

“Kelly doesn’t know about it yet. I’m gonna put Alexis in it and surprise him today.”

“That’s adorable.”

“Help me get her in it?”

“Sure.”

You and your mom managed to get Alexis into her onesie.

"I'm gonna take a picture, send it to Kelly's mom," you laughed, pulling out your phone.

You snapped a quick picture and sent it to Jennifer, before loading up Alexis in her carseat.

"I guess we're off," you said, hugging your mom goodbye, "see you tonight."

"Yes, see you tonight."

You brought Alexis to your car and secured her in the backseat. Upon sitting in the driver's seat, you looked in your rearview mirror to see Alexis peacefully sleeping. A wave of happiest washed over you as you shifted your car in drive towards to donut shop.

Arriving at the donut shop near the firehouse, you were relieved to find the bakery had a drive through.

"Hi, 3 dozen donuts please," you announced into the loud speaker.

"22 dollars, drive up to the window."

Rolling up to the window, you grabbed 25 dollars from your purse.

"These for the fire station down the street? 51?" the worker asked.

"Yes, my husband is a lieutenant on the rescue squad there. This is his first shift back after having our daughter and I wanted to bring them something."

You attempted to hand her the cash.

"No, please, these are on me, I insist. They helped my mom out of her house when her kitchen caught fire."

"Wow, thank you so much, I'll pass it along to them."

The worker handed you three boxes of donuts and you buckled them into the passenger seat on your way to 51.

"We're here," you gleefully cheered to Alexis as you wrapped her in the Moby Wrap and carried the donuts into the firehouse.

"Special delivery!" you shouted, walking up the apron with the boxes.

"Babe, you didn't have to bring donuts," Kelly exclaimed, standing up from the squad table.

"Lieutenant, who are we to turn down donuts?" Joe asked, grabbing the boxes from your arms, "thank you for this."

"Don't thank me, the woman working at the donut shop down the road paid for the donuts. Apparently you guys helped her mom out of a kitchen fire."

Cruz smiled and took the donuts into the common room. Kelly came over and kissed you before checking on Alexis.

“How’s the first day back?” You asked, unwrapping Alexis.

“Good, sucks to be away from you two though.”

“I missed your pancakes this morning,” you laughed, unwrapping Alexis and handing her to Kelly.

He spotted the onesie, “where did you get this, babe?” he laughed.

“I had it made a couple months ago, figured you’d like it, you chuckled.

“Where’s your mom at today?” Kelly asked, bouncing Alexis up and down.

“Sightseeing or something. Not entirely sure. I’ll meet her at home tonight for dinner though. Any interesting calls?”

“Grease fire, no big deal. Hey, do you have plans today?”

“Just dinner with mom, why?”

“Boden’s been talking about Alexis since I got in today.”

“Let’s take her to him then.”

You walked with Kelly towards Boden’s office, Sylvie and Matt now seeing you, and following behind.

“Is that a firehouse baby I see?” Sylvie asked gleefully.

“It sure is,” you smiled, “we’re taking her to see Boden. Come with?”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.”

Kelly led the way into Boden’s office.

“Severide, is that your little one?” He chuckled, motioning to the newborn in your husband’s arms.

“Sure is chief,” he smiled, admiring Alexis.

“And how are you doing?” Wallace asked you.

“I’m doing well I think. How’s Kelly doing?” You chuckled.

“I think he’s missing you and the baby, but being back at the firehouse is doing him well.”

“Good to hear.”

“Truck 81, Engine 51, Squad 3, Ambulance 61, Battalion 25, structure fire, 1821 West Wolcott,” dispatch announced.

“I’m sorry baby, I-,” Kelly started, handing Alexis to you.

“Don’t be sorry, you’re at work,” you smiled, placing Alexis back in the baby wrap, “I’ll stick around with Connie.”

Kelly nodded and speed walked behind Sylvie, Matt and Boden towards the apparatus floor.

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By early next morning, Kelly was home from shift. You were still asleep and your mom was taking care of Alexis.

After a rough night with little sleep at the firehouse, Kelly came home ready to collapse.

“Hey,” you groaned, swiping the hair from your eyes, “how was shift?”

“Exhausting, we were called out to a fire and an accident after you left.”

Kelly undressed down to his boxers and got in the bed beside you.

“Alexis with my mom?” You asked, laying your head on his chest.

“She was feeding her a bottle when I came in,” he laughed, rubbing your back.

He started rubbing your side and down to your hip, the tiredness disappearing into thin air.

“How long until you get cleared for... more strenuous activities?” He chuckled.

“Not for another five weeks,” you laughed.

He rolled over and laughed, “Longest five weeks of my life.”

"Don't worry, I'll make it worth your while," you rubbed your fingers around his chest.

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