#Certificate course in hotel management

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Hotel Management Course Duration with Lexicon IHM

After completing their 10+2, students who willing to work in the hotel, resort, or tourism industries can join hotel management courses. Well known hotel management degrees include the BHM (Bachelor of Hotel Management) and MHM (Master of Hotel Management). Merit-based admission or entrance examinations are both accepted for BHM and Master of Hotel Management programs in Pune. In both situations, students must receive up to 50% of the possible points on their class 10 and class 12 tests.

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Hotel Management Courses With Duration

"Hotel Management takes three years for bachelor's degrees and two years for master's programs. The majority of hotel management courses last one to 1.5 years for certificates and diplomas. For additional information, go to www.lexiconihm.com, our website."

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Advantages Of Pursuing An MBA In Hotel Management

Hotel management is a vast field, and it helps individuals learn about various types of functions within the hotel industry. We are one of the leading names for MBA In Hotel Management College In Mumbai because we offer a wide range of courses from which a person can choose one. Today, we are going to shed some light on the advantages of pursuing an MBA in Hotel Management. 

Advantages Of Pursuing an MBA In Hotel Management From Mumbai College Of HMCT

Holistic Management Skills: An MBA in hotel management equips the individual with holistic management skills. 

Career Advancement: An MBA in hotel management helps in career advancement because various managerial positions open up after completion of the degree. 

Global Perspective: With the help of an MBA course, you can gain a global perspective of different hospitality trends, cultural differences, and diverse customer expectations

Networking Opportunities: The MBA program helps individuals in networking with others, and making industry connections. 

Industry-Specific Expertise: You will learn about hospitality law, revenue management, guest services, and sustainable tourism, honing skills crucial for success in the hospitality sector.

Soft Skills Development: Apart from technical knowledge, MBA programs emphasize soft skills like leadership, communication, teamwork, problem-solving, etc. 

Higher Earning Potential: With an MBA in Hotel Management, you can earn more than others. 

If you or anyone you might know is searching for Certificates Courses In Hotel Management In Mumbai, then you don’t have to worry about anything at all because we are the destination for you. 

About Mumbai College of HMCT 

Mumbai College of HMCT is one of the reputed names in the city because it offers a wide range of hotel management courses to everyone. The team of professionals working with them always ensures that the student is learning everything from the core. To enroll, you can reach out to the contact details below.

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"Building Brilliance: The Art and Science of Hotel Engineering"

The field of Hotel Engineering is a captivating exploration into the intricate world of hotel engineering where we delve into the fusion of creativity and technical expertise that lies at the core of creating exceptional hotel experiences. Every hotel from the grandest of luxury establishments to the cosy boutique retreats, is a symphony of architectural prowess, innovative systems, and meticulous planning.This blog is a captivating interplay between artistry and scientific precision that transforms bricks and mortar into extraordinary realms of hospitality. Hotel Engineering Courses can help to gain the technical skills and knowledge needed to excel as a hotel engineer through expert-led training and hands-on experience. Let's explore the journey of secrets behind the seamless integration of comfort, sustainability, and cutting-edge technology, revealing the indispensable role of hotel engineering in shaping memorable stays for guests worldwide. 

The Role of Engineering in Hotel Operations:

Let's start with understanding what is the role of engineering in hotel operations. In hotel operations, engineering plays a pivotal role in ensuring guest satisfaction and operational efficiency serving as a backbone of a well-functioning hotel. It also includes the fundamental importance of engineering design, infrastructure, and systems in creating exceptional hotel experiences. Engineering from the initial blueprint to the final execution, uncovers the intricate process of translating visionary concepts into practical and functional spaces that exceed guest expectations.

Designing for Comfort and Efficiency:

In the hospitality industry, guest comfort is the top priority. Guest comfort is the art and science of creating spaces that provide optimal comfort and efficiency which explores the intricacies of HVAC systems, emphasising the need for precise temperature control and air quality management. It also examines the significance of acoustics and soundproofing in ensuring a peaceful environment, as well as the impact of lighting and natural elements on guest well-being. This point highlights the importance of energy-efficient design principles to reduce environmental impact and operational costs.

Technology and Automation:

In today's world technology advancement has revolutionised the hotel industry which helps engineering harness these innovations to enhance operations and guest experiences. From the Internet of Things (IoT) to smart building technologies, technology delves into the integration of intelligent systems that optimise energy consumption, improve guest comfort, and streamline maintenance processes. This point illuminates the future of hotel engineering and its potential for transforming the hospitality landscape by showcasing examples of automation and data-driven decision-making.

Sustainable Practices and Environmental Responsibility:

 Sustainability holds a centre stage in the global consciousness, in which hotel engineering plays a crucial role in adopting eco-friendly practices. It includes strategies for energy conservation, water management, waste reduction, and the implementation of green building certifications. By emphasising the importance of environmental responsibility, engineering can drive positive change within the hospitality industry while creating more sustainable and resilient hotel spaces.

Innovations and Future Trends:

As we all know today's world is constantly evolving, driven by innovative technologies and changing guest expectations and so as the field of hotel engineering. Latest trends and emerging innovations covers topics such as renewable energy integration, smart controls, data analytics, and the integration of artificial intelligence which helps in reshaping the industry.

Training and Professional Development:

Continuous learning and professional development are crucial to excel in the field of hotel engineering. It includes various training programs, certifications, and industry resources available to aspiring and existing hotel engineers. It recognizes the importance of staying abreast of technological advancements, industry standards, and regulatory requirements. The proper guidance and on career development and educational opportunities, empowers engineers to sharpen their skills and expand their knowledge in pursuit of engineering brilliance.

The art and science of hotel engineering combines the artistry of creating exceptional guest experiences with the scientific knowledge and technical expertise required to maintain and optimise hotel infrastructure. It is a comprehensive and invaluable resource for professionals in the hotel engineering field. With the practical insights, industry best practices, and real-world examples, "Building Brilliance" is a must-read for anyone seeking to master the art and science of hotel engineering and elevate their career in the vibrant hospitality industry. Elevate your career in the hotel industry with our prestigious Hotel Engineer Certification by validating your expertise, gain industry recognition, and open doors to exciting advancements.

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Best certificate in hospitality and hotel management

The Tata Institute of Social Sciences - School of Vocational Education (TISS-SVE) offers a certificate in hospitality and hotel management to equip students with the knowledge and skills needed to excel in the hospitality industry.

The program covers a wide range of topics including customer service, front office operations, housekeeping, food and beverage service, and event management. Through hands-on training and real-world experience, students will learn how to provide exceptional service to guests and manage various aspects of hotel operations.

[wingedjellyfishflight]

Hunting Trip

"Have you even ever been hunting?" Ghost opens his mouth. "Animals, not people." His jaw snaps shut. "Yes, you can come with, but it's not like a mission. And you have to be nice. My dad and my brothers will be with us all week."

"I will play nice with your family, promise," he says, smirking down at you.

"I don't believe you when you say it like that, but I know it's the best I will get. You should be excited, though. I pulled really good tags. Moose, elk, and a black bear. I was not expecting the moose, or else I wouldn't have gone for the other two, but I can't turn down moose." He happily listens to you chatter away about the upcoming trip, your eagerness palpable.

"What will you do with the meat? And furs?" He doesn't really care, but he wants to listen to you talk.

"Oh, we have a guy that cuts it all up, and I'm old friends with a taxidermist. If I had more time, I would cut it up myself, but Captain said he can only give me one week, so butcher it is."

"Wait, wait, wait! You know how to cut up an animal? Why are you so bad at using knives in the field?"

"I hate using it against people. It's... too similar," you say with a small shudder before focusing back on the mission.

You catch a military flight back home three weeks later. You spend the trip curled up in the webbing and trying your best to nap after the week you had. Barely had time to clean up from the mission before you ran to the tarmac. Somehow, Ghost made it there long before you. Must be excited, you think, smiling up at the big guy.

Wrapping your arms around your dad and your big brothers doesn't feel like home, you realize with a pang. Not now that you are across the pond with the team. Price's gruff hug after a mission feels more comforting. Of course, part of it may be the glares they are shooting the "strange man" who walked in the door with you.

Introducing him isn't a disaster, per say, but for some reason, they had assumed you were bringing a woman when you told them a friend was tagging along. Luckily, tags haven't sold out since they assumed a woman friend wouldn't actually want to hunt, and you are able to get an elk tag for Ghost.

Your brothers mock him for living in a country without guns. The ribbing ends when he takes the rifle he is given apart for a thorough cleaning before putting it back together in record time. You know he is showing off and you also know that you won't have to clean the guns by yourself this year, which is a relief as your brothers and dad never seem to remember to clean them.

Your oldest brother talks about the moose he is going to get and the recipes he is going to make with it. You congratulate him on drawing a moose tag, too. He stares at you for a long moment before saying that he will be filling your tag and keeping the meat since you won't be able to take it all back.

"News to me. I got special permission and certification to bring back everything. I will be filling my tags and keeping what I get." Your brother looks like he's been slapped and opens his mouth to argue, but your dad steps in.

"Enough. You were supposed to ask, not make assumptions. She will be keeping what she kills, just as we have always done in this house."

The next morning, you wake up to see Ghost sitting and waiting in the chair next to your bed in the dark. The two of you sharing a bed had been an argument and a half the night before. It had only ended when you threatened to leave and stay at a hotel. You're more than capable of platonic sleeping, and you are old enough not to need to put up with their shit. It's still another two hours before the rest of the house will wake and three before you leave for hunting camp.

"Run?" You ask Ghost sweetly.

"Run," his deep voice responds. You manage good time, clocking in several miles before heading home, showering, and making breakfast. The bacon is finishing just as your dad ambles into the kitchen, dressed to go and yawning, but a smile on his face when he sees you cooking in the kitchen.

"You're up early, dear. Didn't need you to make breakfast for everyone," he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Oh, I didn't. Bruvs are on their own. Asshats kept opening my door to look in last night. They're gonna oversleep, I'm sure," you say with a frustrated smile. Your dad chuckles and claps a hand on Ghost's shoulder in good spirits.

"Ready to put in some miles, son? Could be a long day."

"Lamb warned me. We did a short run so we wouldn't be too worn out be day's end," Ghost says politely. You shoot him a glare at the use of your nickname.

"Yeah, so we-" you try to interject.

"Lamb? Like what? Lamb to slaughter? That doesn't sound..." Your dad flounders on what to say.

Before you can salvage it, Ghost jokes, "More like a lamb sending men to slaughter. Your daughter can hold her own in the field." Your elbow to his side doesn't even slow him down.

"Field? You are consulting in the field now? It's too dangerous to be around all those amped up men, sweetie," your dad admonishes you gently as the three of you sit to eat a quick breakfast.

"Just sometimes. You know how much I love my desk, dad. If I didn't work out with Ghost, I'd get fat," you joke. You know your dad is skeptical, but he worries enough without knowing the true nature of your work. You miss the glance the two men exchange. Breakfast finished, you rope Ghost into loading the last of the gear with you, trying to keep him away from your dad.

It's only minutes before time to leave when you see your brothers stumbling out of the house to the truck. You make sure to sit between your middle sibling and Ghost. Annoyingly, your brother manspreads, squishing your legs over despite your protests. Ghost is nice enough to let you rest your legs against his, giving you a little more room. At least it's only a few hours to hunting camp. You made sure to bring your own tent and gear, so you and Ghost will be cozy the entire trip. You knew from the start that you didn't want your family to see your newly acquired scars, especially the burns on your back from last year's incident. Roasted pork had been permanently removed from your menu after that one.

"So, you two fuckin or what?" Your middle brother asks out of the blue about an hour into the trip.

"Or what," is your flat answer. No matter which is true, you're not one to kiss and tell.

"You ever hunted an elk before, boy?" You grimace at your brother's terrible mouth filter.

"Not elk, no," comes the answer from your other side.

"Oh, sheep? Antelope?" You try to intervene, but you're not fast or loud enough to drown out Ghost's answer.

"People." The rest of the ride is mercifully silent with your brothers seemingly absorbed in staring out the windows.

Reaching camp, you and Ghost work as a well-oiled machine. After so many months and especially after the time spent together in the last month in the field, you work silently and smoothly. You help your dad set up their tent, your brothers gearing up already to hunt instead. Between the three of you, camp is set in record time. Your dad begs off hunting, claiming he is going to take a nap after the early morning and long drive there.

Having pre-selected your hunting areas as a safety measure, the two of you set off into your designated zone. You let your brothers pick what they considered the prime area, hoping they would bag out early and give you time to fill your own tags. Luck is in the chilly air, though, as you see sign of a black bear not far from the trailhead. Stalking it, you realize it is stalking a herd of elk itself.

Setting up a shot can be difficult. It's even more so when you are hunting a predator. When you shoot your bear, Ghost takes down a big bull elk, too. You send him back to camp to grab your dad and get the animals ready to move. Your dad switches off with both of you to help pull the game back. You load them in the back of the truck and hug both of them excitedly, happy with the quick start to the trip. Two tags done and two to go. Your brothers have no such luck, and they are less than thrilled with your first day success.

You almost laugh when your brothers corner you later, demanding answers. "How could you bring someone like him?!" Your oldest brother is indignant.

"It's not like I work with fucking girl scouts. What did you think spec ops guys do?"

"You never said-" your brother starts.

"I said he was a coworker. The fuck do you think that means, idiot."

"All you do is push papers, course we assumed he did the same," your younger brother interjects.

"Whatever. He's here now. Deal with it and stop being rude to him," you growl out.

The next morning, you get up early and drive into the local butcher to drop off the elk and bear. You come back and set off on an all-day scout to find a moose. You find mostly older evidence of them around, but also spot another elk herd and sign of deer. Your brothers get one deer between them, and they celebrate as if it was a world record animal.

The third day, you roll out of bed antsy. "Run?" Ghost asks with a grin. "Run," you answer easily. This time, you push nearly ten miles before calling it quits. Coming back, sweaty, and flushed gets your brothers riled up. Your response is simple. "Keep your hair on, lads. We just went for walkies. Haven't been getting enough exercise in and eating too well with dad feeding us."

They both bristle at your casual use of British slang and storm off to hunt again, unwilling to even talk to you. Your dad shakes his head. "They'll never see anything crashing around like that."

"Nope. Dad, you take our section today. We are going to push further up and try to glass a moose, and we saw some good elk out our way." By the end of the day, you're tired, but you did find fresh sign, which is encouraging. Just as your dad had predicted, your brothers didn't see anything all day. Your dad, on the other hand, had opted to be picky and didn't take any shots, but saw many animals.

Day four, you decide not to go for a run. It could be a tiring day if you get a moose and have to haul it down. With that in mind, you stage extra gear partway up to be able to move a moose back to camp more easily. You finally glass the moose you've been tracking near mid-day, getting eyes on it for the first time. It's a huge bull, well over the minimum horn size. Your hands shaking slightly, you take the shot. The bull goes down after just a few steps. Processing it takes longer than any other game you've done, but with Ghost helping, you get back to camp not long after dark. Your brothers managed to shoot an elk today, and you celebrate with them, happy that they are happy.

That night, you wake up to a hand pressed to your mouth and a gentle voice shushing you in your ear. Another nightmare, you realize. Your whimpers had woken Ghost, and he covered your mouth before the screams started that would have woken up the entire camp. You thank him with a shaky voice, and he moves his sleeping bag next to yours, wrapping around you. It's what the team has done for months when in the field as a warm body next to yours staves off the screaming and whimpering. Though it doesn't help with the nightmares themselves.

You get up extra early and drop the game off at the processor before heading back to camp. Today is your last chance to fill tags if you want to bring the meat back, so you move fast tracking an elk herd. It takes most of the morning, but you manage to find them and drop a good-looking bull. Hauling it back, you are elated to have filled all of your tags in time.

When you reach camp, you see that your dad has finally gotten his deer, but your brothers were empty-handed again. They complain about not seeing anything. Unable to help yourself, you say, "Maybe if you didn't sound like a pair of trucks crashing through the woods, you'd see something." This sets them off. They think you are making shit up, again, and talking down to them.

You decide they are a lost cause at this point, but Ghost offers to show them a few tricks on moving silently through the forest. He jokes that he isn't as good as you, but he's good enough.

"That's just because she doesn't move. She just sits there waiting for someone else to do the work." Ghost just shakes his head, knowing he can't tell them any stories. Your dad watches you closely, realizing that there is something more going on here, but unable to pinpoint exactly what that something is.

The next morning, Ghost goes with your eldest brother, and you take your middle sibling into your section. You hope that separating them will help increase their chances of filling tags. Your brother pays closer attention than you'd thought he would, and his walking quiets tenfold. He keeps trying to talk to you until finally you snap at him.

"Please shut up. You can talk after you shoot something." Mercifully, he is quiet. You spot the elk herd you've been tracking and move him to set up the shot. He tries to silently argue about where to move to, but you glare until he follows your directions. He settles in and nearly spooks the herd, stepping on a stick as he shifts his body around. Thinking quickly, you almost perfectly imitate a young bull's call, which settles the cows and brings the bull closer to where the two of you are standing, looking for the challenging bull. Your brother successfully takes the shot. And he is ecstatic, whooping and hollering as the cows all take off into the surrounding forest, leaving you far behind.

You help your brother break the bull down for packing out. He looks a lot nervous at the size of one of the packs, clearly not looking forward to carrying it out, until you shoulder it easily. His surprise doesn't surprise you, though. Your brothers hadn't paid much attention to you after they moved out, and basically, none once you enlisted in the military. Upon reaching camp, you find that you are the first ones back. You help him load the elk into the back of the truck and make lunch silently. He looks like he wants to say something, but he never gets it out of his mouth. He spends the time simply standing around, thinking hard and barely interacting with you, though he is watching you closely.

When you hear heavy footsteps coming through the woods, you hurry to meet your dad, helping him drag his big elk back to camp. "Surprised you hauled it back yourself, old man," you tease.

"I've been dragging elk out of the woods for twice as long as you've been alive, girlie." The grin on his face couldn't be matched though when you load it up by yourself, waving him off. The last to return were not successful. It seems your older brother decided that he would show Ghost a thing or two and refused any advice or tips. Thus, he didn't see anything all day. You shoot a look of sympathy at Ghost. That couldn't have been easy to handle silently. He just rolls his eyes back at you, tapping his fingers on his thigh. You tap your fingers back at him and go back and forth in Morse Code. He tells you about how many deer your brother missed seeing sign of or scared off because he wouldn't shut up.

You share how your other brother did, and he smiles at the success you had with him. He tells you that you should take your older brother for one last morning hunt on the sixth day. Maybe you can make him shut the hell up.

Sighing out loud, you say, "Bro, I'll take you out tomorrow morning instead of Ghost. We will get your tag filled." Your brother agrees and mentions that he will show you how it is done, which makes everyone laugh at him.

"Bruv, we are filling your tag. I filled all of mine already. Seems I need to show you how it's done."

He sputters, and your younger brother adds, "It took us just two hours to find a herd of elk. She knows what she's doing, bro. Better hunter than me, for sure." This makes your oldest brother glower, but he finally shuts up.

In the morning, he tries to tell you what to do, and you finally tell him to knock it off after about twenty minutes. He growls, "I'm the oldest. I'm in charge."

You laugh quietly and respond, "Whatever, if you think age is all that matters, you're an idiot. Let's go, and if you want that deer, you'll listen to me. Ghost told me how many you missed or scared off by being too loud and cocky yesterday."

"He what?! Why didn't he tell me? We could have filled my tag yesterday!"

"Probably because you're being such an asshole to him." You shrug like it's the clearest thing in the world because to you it is. Grumbling, your brother follows you. Gradually, he picks up on your mannerisms and his walking quiets, but it still sounds like a moose shoving through a bush most of the time. You stop suddenly, and he nearly runs into you, not paying attention. Grabbing a bit of hair from a bush, you show him silently before walking on quieter than before. Slowly, sign becomes more frequent, and finally, you spot the deer herd. Your brother gets his deer, a big buck, and you help him break it down and load it into the packs. You add both hindquarters to one pack, and he complains that you're trying to load him too heavy. When you shoulder the heavier pack, he then jokes meanly that you're just showing off.

"Just give me that one. I don't want to have to switch off partway down because you're tired," he crows. You ignore him and set off down the trail, too annoyed to even respond to his rudeness. A grunt follows you as he shoulders his pack. At the halfway point, he is nearly wheezing with the added weight of the head on his pack.

"I need... to... stop..." he huffs. "This pack... is too... heavy..."

You wave at him to stop, and when he does, you walk around him and unhook the head from the top of his pack. Hefting it over your shoulders, you use the antlers to keep it in place at the top of your pack. "Let's go. We don't have all day," you call back to him. You can feel his stare as you hump down the mountain, moving faster now that he isn't slowing you down as much. Luckily, it's only a few miles to camp because you're exhausted after hauling so much on your back. Your dad scolds you that you should have sent someone back to get the rest of them to help, and you shrug it off.

"No sense in wasting time, dad. We got it down just fine." Happily, the three of them already have camp broken down except for the makeshift shower area. You've mostly avoided using it, just wiping down with a washcloth, but the deer head bled on your neck and down your back the whole way. "Ghost, can you help check me for ticks," you ask quietly as you strip off your gear before walking to the shower. Your brothers grumble about the two of you showering together, but you don't care as Ghost is the only one you trust to do it and the only one that knows why you won't wear tank tops very often anymore.

When you're nearly finished, Ghost convinces you to put lotion over your burn scars as they are flaring up from the lack of it in the last few days. He walks out in just a pair of shorts and shoes to dig through your pack, ignoring the suspicious stares of your brothers and their stares at his scarred torso. You manage to bite back the moan when Ghost swipes over the first scar, but not the whimper of pain when he brushes the second, which is severely inflamed. He whispers an apology and continues, knowing that you hate pausing part way when treating them, even if it hurts badly.

When you walk out fully dressed and he is still in just shorts, your brothers shoot him similar dirty looks. "Couldn't keep it in your pants a minute longer, eh?" says your younger brother angrily.

"You're disgusting! Havin sex with my sister feet away from her family," adds your older brother.

"Shut up, idiots. He was rubbing lotion on my s-back. I needed it done, and I can't reach the dry skin there easily," you growl at them.

"We know you're lying. You're disgusting. Can't believe you, seriously."

Your dad sees the stubborn set of your eyes and the hurt beneath. His sons have gone too far, he knows. "Knock it off, boys. You've been nothing but rude this entire trip, and I'm sick of it."

"But dad...!"

"Sugar, just tell them. You've been stepping around questions and hiding yourself long enough," Ghost's voice cuts through the air.

"You gay or somethin? Would make sense, but you know we don't care," your oldest brother says as he just can't help himself. It makes you mad enough to about face away from them and rip your shirt off angrily, showing them your back.

"No, bruv. He means I should show you why I couldn't make it on the trip last year. The things I hide by telling you that I consult for the Task Force rather than telling you that I am a member of the task force. I... I haven't wanted to worry you, dad." You nearly whisper the last in the complete silence that follows. Ghost rests a hand on your shoulder, watching their reactions carefully. Their eyes trace up and down the burns that mar the middle of your back and dipping down below the waist of your pants.

"You called from the hospital," your dad says finally. The pieces are clicking into place for him. "I remember hearing the beeping in the background, and you sounded... stressed."

"It was a long recovery. They had to harvest donor skin, but luckily, I got to be a guinea pig on a new treatment that sped things up," you say quietly.

"How did this happen? Why weren't we notified? You didn't let us visit or anything?!" You're surprised to hear your middle brother sounding upset. You take the time to fix your shirt, thinking about what to say.

"I was on a mission. There was a complication, and it bollocksed up the whole thing." You pause as you think back to it. "Anyway, I got caught under some burning shit and yea, this happened."

The glare Ghost gives you has you rolling your eyes at the intimidating man. "You forgot the part where you held a burning timber up to save someone and crawled out on your own, refusing to medivac until the mission objective was completed. I think that adds a few important details to the whole thing."

"And...what were you doing when this happened," your oldest brother demands.

"He was shooting anyone who tried to come near us. Saved my life, he did," you say with a grateful smile up at Ghost.

"So, you've been lying to us about your job and getting hurt, and what else? How do we know what to believe now? You only make it back here once a year, after all." Your oldest brother sounds betrayed, his tone accusing.

You just shrug and shake your head, ignoring his questions and accusations. "You gonna shower before we go, or can we break camp and head home?"

"Let's go. I want away from you as fast as possible," he sneers, turning away from you angrily.

"Fine with me," you say in a flat voice. You take down the last few tarps and drain the water with Ghost's help. The trip to the processor and back home is silent in the car, your dad and brothers thinking heavily on what they learned today while you and Ghost simply enjoy the peace and quiet. As soon as you get home, your oldest brother leaves, tires squealing as he takes off in his truck. You just shake your head, disappointed that he's still got his head so far up his ass after all this time.

You pack the meat from the butcher into coolers for the trip home to London. "You should probably call Captain and tell him to pick up another freezer or two," Ghost jokes as more and more coolers are filled and packed into the back of the truck you rented.

"I had three delivered while we were gone," you grin up at him. "Good thing I got my permission ahead of time. Captain is dying to try this stuff."

"You think they'll let you on with it all? It's more than I expected, and I thought I had a pretty good idea of what to expect," he says, a little worried.

"Oh, I grabbed bribe jerky from the butcher. They'll be excited enough not to care once I pass it around," you say with a knowing smile.

"You know the way to a man's heart, luv."

"Yes, ordnance and explosives," you quip with a loud laugh, making him grin down at you.

Telling your middle brother and dad goodbye the next morning is hard. They both hold tightly to you, and you nearly have to pry your dad off when you go to leave, his worries making him want to hold you tight and keep you safe.

"I'll be back next year, I promise. We probably will need to hunt extra, knowing how much the team will love this meat," you assure him with a smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek. You drive back to the air strip, happy to have ended things on a better note.

"So, yer dad is the dog's bollocks. Brothers are shite though," Ghost says as you drive away. You laugh. It's all you can do. When you show up with a pallet of coolers, the flight crew is ready to deny you until you hand over your certificates and small box of jerky to share between them. They eagerly call over the forklift to load the pallet, and you spend the whole trip listening to hunting stories from their childhood and telling your own with Ghost listening quietly at your side.

Captain Price is there waiting on the tarmac when you land. His eyes bulge when he sees how many coolers you brought back. "I take it the hunt was successful then," he teases.

"Yeah, just a bit. Bet you thought the freezers were overkill, eh?"

He laughs, "You know I did. Set them up anyway. Welcome home, kids," he says, ruffling your hair as he wraps you in a hug and gripping Ghost's arm in a friendly squeeze. You smile up at him, happy to be home with your team.

[shieldherostuffs]

Married in Fantasy Vegas - Prompt

Basically Team Shield + Team Scythe are on yet another adventure, and somehow, on their journey, end up at a party city.

Because it's a party city, of course they've got drinks and potions for everyone, and Naofumi manages to get drunk with every other adult in their group.

But, throughout the night, Naofumi and L'Arc sneak off to get some food, and somehow they end up to villages over, in what is basically Fantasy Vegas.

Come morning, they wake up cuddling, half-naked, in what seems to be a one-night inn (sex hotel), with matching rings of Naofumi's designs on their fingers, and three copies of their marriage certificate in Naofumi's inventory, stating that Raph-Chan was their witness.

[armoredisopod]

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Grain Buds, 5* Decel Binder Supporter

I used to manage the animals back at Dahuang City, so of course I'm in charge of you here.

Zuo Le, 6* Soloblade Guard (formerly known as Musha branch)

Good talents should be put to good use, by those who are most capable. Zuo Le will do his best.

Shu, 6* Limited Guardian Defender

You and I, we are but a drop in the basin that is our world.

Operator Skins Update

Total of 7 new skins, 5 new additions for the Made by 0011 brand and 2 new additions for the new Unveiling of Devotion brand

Made by 0011

Highmore's The Land With Me

Honeyberry Saturated Within Rain

Lin's Heavenly Mirage - L2D skin

Chongyue's Alighting - L2D skin

Purestream's Yearly Present - Event Reward skin

Unveiling of Devotion

Harmonie's Decoration

Arene's Dangerous Invitation

Purestream's skin is a reward from Trials for Navigator #4

Announced skin reruns

Series II 0011/Tempest skins (Ceobe, Waai Fu)

Series VII Vitafield skins (Pozëmka, Proviso, Mousse)

Nian's Unfettered Freedom

Manticore's Under A Veil

~104 other skins as part of Goodbye to the Old, Welcome the New edition of Rhodes Fashion Review

Operator Modules Update

All the new operators being part of branches with modules immediately get their modules

GUA-X module base effect increases Shu's healing amount by 15% on targets below 50% HP

MUS-X module base effect gives Zuo Le 25% Sanctuary when below 50% HP

DEC-X module base effect makes Grain Buds recover SP faster when there are enemies in her range

BEA-X module base effect makes Wanqing give +1 block count to the ally in front of him when his skill is active

Fighter Guard branch gets 2 module types

Module 1 given to Chongyue and Jackie

Module 2 given to Mountain, Indra, Flint, Dagda and Beehunter

Events and Stories

Here a People Sows, the next installment of the Yan-Sui storyline taking place in the agriculture city of Dahuang

Trials for Navigator #4, scheduled after Here a People Sows

Operator Archives update for Shu, Qiubai, Wind Chimes, Cliffheart

Record Restore update for An Obscure Wanderer and Guiding Ahead

Misc Stuff

Annihilation #24 - New Hotel Avenue, annihilation mission with So Long Adele enemies and mechanics

Surtr, April and Arene added to recruitment

CN dialect voices for Shu and Zuo Le

CC ops/skins and past login event skins will start to be rereleased via side story event shops

Ops and skins available in the CC shop will not be removed, they are simply making them more accessible by giving players more options on how to get them

Bibeak and her tokens along with Hibiscus' Night Watcher skin will be available for purchase in the Here a People Sows event shop

When the event shop closes, the listed ops and skins will be moved to the certificates shop and will not be put in future side story event shops

Livestream Stuff

Showcased Shu, a 6* Guardian Defender Sui Sibling with a decent amount of support options in her kit

First talent makes her heals sow seeds on the tile the target ally is on and the 4 adjacent tiles which grants passive healing per second and a certain % of Sanctuary

Second talent increases all operators Max HP if there are 3 ops of different classes deployed, increases all operators ASPD if there are 3 ops of the same class deployed, and increases all operators ATK and makes them gain 1 SP every few seconds if there are 4 [Sui] operators in the team

Skill 1 is a generic "next attack heals nearby ally if below certain % HP"

Skill 2 makes her stop attacking to focus on healing 2 nearby allies at once with a modified attack interval, increases her ATK and block count, and boosts the power of her first talent

Skill 3 increases her healing range and her ATK and allows her to heal and attack at the same time, during skill duration seeded tiles grant allies an ATK and ASPD boost when there are ground enemies on the seeded tiles, additionally enemies walking on seeded tiles will be marked and have the following effect: after going a certain distance away from the first seeded tile they walk on, the marked enemy will immediately be teleported back to that tile

Showcased Zuo Le, a 6* Soloblade Guard that focuses on SP recovery and activating his skills as much as possible

First talent grants him a unique Tenacity effect, giving him more ASPD and SP recovery as his HP lowers

Second talent gives him a chance to gain 1 SP when attacking and the chance increases when he is below a certain % of HP

Skill 1 increases the damage of the next attack, when below a certain % of HP this skill hits twice and when below a lower % of HP this skill hits thrice instead, able to hold charges

Skill 2 makes him immediately lose a certain % of current HP and gains a certain amount of Barrier upon skill activation, during skill duration he has increased ATK and block count and attacks all enemies equal to block count, loses the Barrier when skill ends

Skill 3 makes him immediately perform a number of slashes attacking enemies on the tile in front of him and ends the skill with a big slash that deals more damage and stuns the enemies, any healing gained from the trait during this skill is instead converted into a Barrier

Showcased the event mechanic, agriculture water tiles that can be polluted by enemies and deals damage to your allies, pollution can spread to adjacent agriculture tiles

The water tiles can be purified by pumping clean water into the polluted tiles and placing ops behind the pumps can help purify water faster, but at the same time take care not to let enemies pollute the water source as the pumps can also pump out polluted water

Announced a new anime tie-in bundle that contains various goodies including interactive furniture that can play music and a new Ch'en skin, also announced a rerun of the Exusiai anime tie-in bundle

Showcased some of the new RA2 stuff

More in-field stories and major UI changes throughout the whole gamemode

Ability to catch wildlife with special equipment and put them in your base

Certain nodes adjacent to your base can be entered to construct buildings in without needing to spend action points on said nodes, also showcased the ability to undo your placements before saving it

Food buffs are no longer permanent and can wear off after a few days

Ability to load saves from previous days

Teased plans for Originium Slug Racing to be added in a future update

Showed the Trials for Navigator #4 boss lineup

Showed some collab items for the R6 side in the upcoming Rainbow Six collab event

Announced a small Arknights × Ex Astris collab where you get skins in Ex Astris and furniture in Arknights

[exitrowiron]

8 Day Road-trip!

Last year Beth scored an entry to the 2023 Big Sur marathon. We haven’t road tripped much since moving to the PNW so we decided to drive. We also purchased DisneyLand tickets last year that we weren’t able to use so we figured we might as well keep going to Anaheim. And since we were so close, we stopped by Santa Monica to have dinner with our niece. In total we drove ~ 2,700 miles in 8 days. We stayed in Redding, Carmel By The Sea, Anaheim, San Francisco and Bend.

Having both grown up in the Midwest, Beth and I enjoyed the spectacular scenery in Washington, Oregon and California. The topography varies dramatically along our route - from alpine mountains, to high desert plateaus, to majestic cliffs along the Pacific and fertile agricultural valleys. It was great drive and I highly recommend it.

The Big Sur marathon is a very challenging course with over 2,200 ft of ascent. This year’s race was even more challenging due to gale force winds. Beth ran well and finished in the top 40% of her age group.

I’m generalizing here but it seems to me that California agriculture feeds people while Midwest agriculture feeds animals and automobiles. All of the California agriculture was artificially irrigated and I now have a much better appreciation for the impact of water shortages in this part of the country.

This was our first trip to DisneyLand and it was great. The first week in May is a great time to visit because the weather is cool, spring break is over and summer break hasn’t begun. The lines were quite manageable, especially with Genie +.

Beth had never been to San Francisco so we decided to spend a night there. Since our time was short I booked a catamaran cruise of the bay - we left from Pier 39 and cruised by Alcatraz before circling under the Golden Gate Bridge and returning to the dock.

I decided to finally use a Four Seasons gift certificate I’d received from my boss in 2010. As you can imagine, the Four Seasons is a spectacular hotel but even with the $500 gift cert the rate still gave me heartburn. You know it’s going to be expensive when the hotel has an evening turndown service during which they place slippers by your bed.

[x0401x]

*crawls up from the depths of the earth*

So. 25 days away. That’s definitely by far the longest I’ve spent outside of this hellhole.

Damn, did I miss it.

Anyway! I’m finally able to stay that my apartment is 100% set and my new life in Tokyo has stabilized! Which means I’m at long last ready to come back here.

Y’all won’t believe how much has happened in this meantime, but perhaps I can give a brief summary:

First of all, moving out of Osaka was almost an odyssey. In order to rent a place here in Japan as a student, you need to prove your student status by submitting either your student ID or entrance exam approval certificate. In my case, the entrance exam results came out in the beginning of March, which gave me next to no time to find an apartment. Luckily, I managed to secure myself a place within two weeks, but there was a problem: I had to leave the school dorm that I was living in on the 26th of March, no delays allowed, yet my contract with the new apartment in Tokyo would only begin on April 1st. I also had to be in Tokyo on March 30th and April 1st for guidance and admission procedures. No, these could not be done online (Japan do be like that).

So my solution was: I would go to Tokyo on the 30th and stay at a hotel for three days until I could move into my new apartment. In that meantime, I would get myself a bed so that I at least had a place to sleep until I could settle my stuff into the new home. And from the 26th to the 30th, I stayed at a friend's place. Except my friend's apartment was too tiny to accomodate my luggage, so I packed everything into boxes and asked another friend to keep it for me. During these three days, I stappled my name and address onto the suitcases and boxes and mailed them one by one to Tokyo via convenience store delivery service.

From April 1st onward, all of my time was dedicated into learning how my university works and what the grad school program is like, while simultaneously getting my new home ready. Which meant unpacking all my luggage and boxes and putting everything in place, assembling the new bed, purchasing home appliances and setting them up, getting a Wi-Fi router, cleaning up the room and getting rid of bugs/mold, buying material for the new school year, grocery shopping for a basic pantry, etc. Meanwhile, I also had to do all the fun paperwork thing that Japanese institutions love. Had to go to the city hall, both in Osaka before moving and in Tokyo after moving, in order to get my new address on my residence card and a new health care insurance. And of course, the university also requires paperwork, as in course registration, notification of Master's thesis title and submitting a copy of my certificate of residence to prove that I now live in Tokyo. All of this took about ten days. And then classes started.

It's been a week since the beginning of the semester. I can say that I'm now fully acclimated to the university, the classes and the teachers. Finally, I can rest. And by rest I mean logging into this pit of insanity and willingly losing whatever braincells I have left.

Starting by answering the asks that I've left unanswered all this time. I'm very sorry for the delay and thanks for bearing with me!

[thefirejournals]

Go Make a Legacy

Two months into living on the surface in Austria, Wingding and I decided to live permanently in Annecy. Q and Juliet decided to join us, and our boys weren’t far in Austria if we wanted to be with them for a few days. It hadn’t been a very hard decision, Austria was crowded and loud, and whenever Germany was mentioned Dings made a show of changing the subject back to Annecy.

Sera, Gautier, and I had grown up in the lakeside city, and even two centuries ago it had been a tourist attraction. It was nothing compared to what it’d turned into, however. The quiet town had blossomed into a beautiful resort city with more hotels and restaurants than anyone could really count. The peaceful city of my childhood was busier and more crowded than ever, but still held the charm and wonder from before. It had expanded across the valley, around the lake, everywhere it hadn’t been while I was still growing up.

Our old neighborhood had been destroyed when we had been evacuated, and since built over. That was blatantly visible even as you drove along the mountain into the city. I had held onto hope that our homes had survived, but there had never been any chance. So, the short lived dream of returning to my family’s home was gone, but Dings and I had managed to find somewhere just as good. It was near the local schools that had been built while we were underground, and honestly not that far from the edge of my old neighborhood. The old diner would have been within walking distance if I would have gathered the nerve to go see if it were still there.

We’d settled into our new home easily, using the gold we had from our respective jobs Underground, trading it for human money. A human banker with a bit too much greed in his eyes for my tastes helped us out, and got the job done despite my dislike of him. Between Dings and myself we had more than enough funds to settle into a home and begin establishing ourselves on the surface. While Dings was still recovering from what we’d called “void sickness,” I’d taken a job at a nearby restaurant, just as a line cook, to keep income flowing and get some roots dug back into Annecy. Even though it bothered him, I’d told Dings that I wasn’t expecting him to work at all until he’d recovered, and I was prepared to take care of everything. He had a hard time taking that, he hated being dormant so very much. But with his legs literally not working, there wasn’t really anything he could do. Luckily, Q had the brilliant suggestion of him doing a few courses online to get Dings on track to becoming a teacher.

We’d discussed it - him signing and me hoarsely translating to a slightly drunk bird - before even moving to France, and Dings had decided he no longer wanted to be the Royal Scientist, but he did want to remain in the field. The happiest medium for him ended up being a teaching position, and he lit up at the prospect once Q suggested it. As for me, I don’t really know how to do anything outside of a kitchen, so I was perfectly fine staying in one. I was good at it, comfortable with it, so I went ahead and got the certifications and training I was asked to and went right back to work. The only difference was I wasn’t at the bar, and the building didn’t have my name on it. Having been in the business for so, so long, I shook my head at a lot of the things the other chefs did, but it wasn’t my place to say anything as an entry level line cook.

We managed like this for a year or two, Dings tapping away at his essays and reports while I snoozed away in my chair after the dinner service. The same year Dings finished his courses was the year I proposed to him, and we got married not long after. That’s a story I’m happy to tell, but after I finish this one. 

We’d been in Annecy for roughly two and a half years at the time, and that was when I finally worked up the courage to drive through our old neighborhood to see what had become of it. All the streets remained, the physical layout of the neighborhood had not changed. The buildings had, though, of course. Driving past where my family’s home used to sit, especially wearing Gautier’s coat while doing it, was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done in my life. Sera had decided to stay in Austria as well and continue her work as a translator, so she wasn’t able to make this little journey with me. That made it all the harder.

I paused in front of the lot our house used to sit on long enough for the fact the building I was staring at wasn’t my old home to sink in, then restarted my car and headed down an all too familiar path. Even now, so many years later, I’m still not entirely sure why I took the one turn that would take me to the diner and not home to Dings, but I’m still completely fine with that split second decision. Taking a left instead of a right after sitting at the corner for a good three minutes, I held my breath.

It’s not there, there’s no way, there is not any way, no chance. My thoughts went on in that loop, and I pulled over across the street from the diner’s lot. I couldn’t look to my right, I could not. I stayed inside the car and stared out the passenger side window, out towards a building I had never seen, one that had been built while I was Underground. I may have sat there for at least fifteen minutes before a text message brought me out of my thoughts and I finally shook myself out of it. Glancing at my phone quickly, I answered Q’s query as to when I’d be home then finally looked up. 

What I found was a low brick building, standing the middle of the parking lot, a few people coming out of the door holding to-go boxes.

It’s still here.

I stared in awe, watching customers move around and be seated, eat with their families, just in general be happy and enjoy their meals. It was like nothing had changed besides the parking lot and the clothes the customers were wearing. I couldn’t be completely sure until I got a closer look, but it even looked like the staff was wearing the same or similar uniforms. I couldn’t stop a laugh at that, and so I put a hand over my mouth to catch it. Silly of me, now that I think about it, since I was alone in my car.

It took a few more minutes for me to do it, but I gathered up the courage and got out of the car, quickly darting across the street to the edge of the parking lot and staring at the building I’d practically lived in for nearly 30 years. I don’t think I breathed.

I can’t believe it’s still standing so many years later. I always just assumed we had lost everything. It always seemed like the most logical explanation given what all had happened. 

I was startled out of my thoughts by a car pulling into one of the parking spaces next to me, and shuffled out of the way to let the mother of the family open her door. Over the years we’d been on the surface, I’d gotten used to dirty looks and barely lowered voices offering up snide remarks and comments, so I was surprised when all she did was give me a friendly smile and move to release her child from their carseat. I offered a much shyer one back and took a breath before finally heading into the building. The door had been replaced however long ago, to keep up with security and other technological advances, but it was roughly the same weight and still swung the same way. It felt just like walking in decades, centuries ago. Almost like traveling in time. It was strange, but also pleasant. I had been working in the diner Underground for 200 years, it wasn’t as if I had been out of the industry. But walking into this diner, this building that I had grown up in, was an entirely different experience. 

So many memories came flooding back as I slipped in and looked around. Not much had changed on the inside either, besides obvious technological upgrades and ways to improve safety. The bar and dining room layout was the same, new tables and chairs of course, but everything was more or less in the same place. Even the color scheme had remained, but obviously been repainted. I guess the design my mother had come up with had stood the test of time. I stood for a moment inside the door until the hostess caught my attention.

“Ah… heh, excuse me, sir? Are you looking for someone?” She sounded a bit timid, but I couldn’t blame her. I was likely one of the only monsters she had ever seen up close. And I was, in fact, a walking flame. Even some monsters drew away from me still.

“Oh, no, apologies.” I slid out from in front of the door, making room for the family that had pulled into the parking lot. Luckily they already had people waiting for them, and I could keep the hostess’ attention. “I haven’t been here in a very long time, I thought I should come and see how things have changed.” 

When she tilted her head and furrowed her brow at me, I was suddenly and blatantly reminded of my accent and how it was bordering on three centuries old, and therefore not exactly easy to understand, even when we spoke the same language. With an apology, I spoke a little slower and she grinned back with a nod. 

“Ah! I see! How long has it been, monsieur?” She leaned on the host stand, grinning wide, and I  grinned back. It didn’t really matter if the friendliness was just for show, seeing two humans smile instead of withdraw in fear was a huge boost to my mood.

“Oh, heh, well…” my hand went to my headflames and I gave up calculating the exact number very quickly. “About two hundred years, honestly.” Blue streaked into my headflames at her reaction, wide eyes and jaw dropped.

“What? There’s no way, none! How old are you?” Her voice had raised half an octave and she was speaking faster, it was impossible to hold back a chuckle. 

“Heh, I’m bordering on three hundred now. Getting up there.” I glanced down, blue gathering into my headflames once more as my hand slid to the back of my neck. If the hostess’ eyes could have gotten bigger, they would have.

“That’s amazing! You’re totally the oldest person I’ve ever met!”

“Oh heavens. I can’t say I’m surprised.” The bell on the door chimed and I slid out of the way as the hostess regathered her composure to greet and seat the newcomers after a quick apologetic glance my way. I waved her on and decided to make my way over to the bar and find an empty stool. It seemed I’d come in the middle of a weekend rush, those odd ones in the middle of the afternoon when everyone got bored at home and decided that a diner was more interesting than a book or the radio. Or, well, I suppose the television or computer these days. Upon sitting at the bar, I was greeted with a friendly shout over the bartender’s shoulder.

“Sorry, one minute sir! I’ll be right with you!” He called over the sound of the blender, shooting a quick glance at me with a wide grin.

“No worries friend, I see it’s busy.” He grinned once more, thankfully, and returned to his blending. I settled on the stool, folding my hands together and resting my arms on the counter. The mirror behind the bar still existed, the shelves had been replaced with metal ones, but considering the length of time that had passed, that was unsurprising. I wouldn’t doubt it in the slightest if the wood had literally rotted away. It hadn’t exactly been new by the time we’d left it.

“Alright, bonjour, what can I do for you today Monsieur de Feu?” The bartender appeared in my vision as I glanced up, he was grinning away, obviously trying not to stare but failing at it. With a gentle chuckle I grinned back, speaking slower than normal since my accent had already confused the hostess.

“Bonjour, I was actually wondering if the owner was available? I would like to ask them some questions.”

The bartender furrowed his brow at me for a moment, and assuming it was over my request, I continued.

“You see, I used to work here, ages ago. I’d like to discuss the history-” “Oh, sir, of course, he will be glad to speak with you.” He waved his hand and picked up a glass to polish it. I held back a smirk of amusement, that was my go-to when speaking to customers. “I was just focusing on your accent, are you Canadian?” He glanced up and I blinked in confused for a moment, then laughed. “Oh, no, I am French, I was born here in Annecy. I was part of the group that was, ah… Underground.” My hand lifted to rub through my flames. It was hard to talk about what all had happened, you had no idea how anyone was going to react. A friendly smile could turn to a glare with just those words. Humans, it seemed, tended to hold grudges for things they hadn’t even personally been through. We were lucky there weren’t any humans still alive from the war. Thankfully the bartender just nodded and went back to polishing his glassware. 

“The owner is indeed here, he will likely be out in a moment to tell me to go take my break and that I’m working too hard.” He smirked softly, fondly, and looked back towards the kitchen as someone started laughing. It was a loud, booming, pure delight of a laugh and I couldn’t help but be reminded of my own father since that had been his laugh as well.

With an amused grin, I turned back to the bartender, “I know the feeling. My father was the same way.” “Well I like him already.” The bartender grinned, and looked back up as a figure came into view. He was about as tall as my eldest son, but much more round. His jovial voice betrayed the gruff demeanor that his bushy mustache and eyebrows gave off, and once he turned my way his large grin spread. Coming over, he clapped his bartender on the back in a familiar, fatherly way. “You’re working too hard. Get out of here, you’re overdue for your break.”

The bartender gave me a ‘see, I told you so’ smirk and nodded at his boss. “Oui, chef. I’ll take my ten.” He moved to put his rag and the glass he’d been polishing down, but the owner pulled both out of his hands and shooed him away. “Hah, alright, alright, I’m out!” The bartender held his hands up in surrender, nodding to me once more before slipping back into the kitchen.

“So what brings the husband of the Royal Scientist into my diner?” His grin was pleased but a bit shy, and to say I was shocked would have been an understatement. My face must have betrayed my bewilderment because the man started laughing and set the glass down. “You and your husband were all over the newspapers when that barrier broke, alongside the Royal Family. You’d be surprised how many people know your face.” “Heh, well, you’re right about that. I didn’t realize those pictures had gotten published. And, heavens, we weren’t even engaged back then. How did you kn- oh! That damn bird of mine put an announcement in the paper, that’s right.” I shook my head at the memory, Q laughing up a storm once I’d realized what they’d done. The owner chuckled, nodding.

“That ‘damn bird’ gave us a nice peek into the fact monsters are just like us. Helped… humanize? You lot a little more. For lack of better term, apologies.” “Ah no worries, I understand what you mean. Made us seem more real and not some scary story mothers use to make their children behave.” I chuckled and clasped my hands on the bar, leaning on my elbows. The owner had a slightly stricken look, and looked like he was worried he’d said something wrong, so I grinned. “All I mean is I’ve heard the stories people tell about Mt Ebbot. Frisk sat in my bar and told me all of them once when they were waiting for their mother to pick them up.” Another gentle grin and the owner calmed, returned it, and crossed his arms to lean against the back bar. The action was once again so reminiscent of my father and even myself that I cracked another grin.

“So what brings you into the littlest part of Annecy, sir?” “Well, actually…” I lifted a hand to rub through my flames, masking the bit of blue trying to peek through them. “My father used to own this diner. Back in…” I squinted into the liquor bottles, calculating years and time periods. “Up until 1915, when the war started.” I moved my gaze back to the owner, shyly, I didn’t know how he would react. But surprise of all surprises, he was grinning as if he had a secret.

“I knew your face looked familiar for reasons other than the newspaper.” He shoved off the bar and motioned for me to follow him. “I would love to show you what the first owners after your family found when they came in to clean the place up.”

I furrowed my brow and moved to stand, pausing next to the stool briefly. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to interrupt the dinner prep…” The owner laughed and waved me on again, so I smirked and followed him back to his little office. It looked much the same as it had two hundred years ago, with the addition of a computer and other updated electronics. “When the next owners were cleaning out the bar area, there were a lot of photographs stuck to the lower part of the mirror.” My eyes widened at the mention of the photographs, of course! It had been so long since I had thought of them! Even before the war they had been there long enough that they had become a part of the background, never thought about but always appreciated. When I broke out of my brief sentimental moment, the owner had set down an incredibly old box, almost as old as I was. I grinned and recognized it as one from the shoe store that had been in town ages upon ages ago. It had been taped and re-labeled a few times but it was unmistakable. 

“Oh, wow. Good heavens. What a relic.” I sat in the chair across from him at his motion, reaching for the box then pausing. “Oh, may I?”

“Hah of course! If I’m right, everything in it belongs to your family anyways.” He sat back in his chair with the most jovial grin, folding his hands over his stomach and nodding me along.

With another quick grin I pulled the box to my lap, lifting the lid gently, holding my breath before peeking under it. All my breath went out in shock.

On the very top of the short stack of photos, was one from the day Gautier had been shipped out to his location. My brother, in full uniform, looking away from the camera with a soft forlorn expression, taking in the little city he’d lived in all his life. 

“Oh… heavens…” “Is that someone you know?” The owner leaned over curiously and I turned the photo for him to see, a sad smile stretching on his face.. “It’s. My brother. I haven’t… I haven’t seen his face in two hundred years. And here it is, perfectly preserved.” Turning it back into my line of sight, I shook my head. “I honestly thought I would never see him or anything concerning him ever again.” I smirked, that was a bit of a lie since I still had his coat and wore it regularly, but it had become far more mine than his over the centuries.

“Well the family resemblance is definitely there, you two could be twins.” His smile was honestly infectious and it brought my own grin back.

“Oh, the resemblance between him and my sister is even more, they have the same color flames. It’s amazing how many times people thought those two were twins despite the height difference.” I set the picture of Gautier down with a chuckle, pushing aside a few bits of old paperwork that I’d take a better look at later. Underneath them, I grinned at another photo of Gautier, but this time surrounded by Sera and Mama. Pere had a photo of her in his wallet when we lost everything in the war, so her face had never left my memory. Seeing her with her children, however, was entirely different.

“Is that your family as well?” The owner’s voice jolted me out of my quiet reverie, and I looked up with a grin and quiet nod. “It’s my mother.” I turned that photo to him as well.

“Oh, you absolutely are her son.”

“Hah! I’ve heard that a lot.” I chuckled, setting that photo down as well. “I’m sure, the resemblance is uncan-” His attention shifted as his office door creaked open, the hostess’ head peeking around it.

“Pardon, chef, they need your help in the kitchen.” She looked as if she were holding back a laugh, and the owner smirked back. “Roland says it’s important.” 

“Oh, I’m sure he does, he always does. I’ll be there in a moment.” He nodded and the host trotted off away from the office, ready to absorb whatever drama was about to happen. The owner turned back to me with the same smirk and pushed out of his chair. “I had better go see what all the hubbub is about. Feel free to stay in here, everything in that box belongs to you and any other members of your family.” “Oh, thank you sir. That’s so kind of you. I won’t invade your space for long.” He laughed and waved my comment off as he walked out of the office.

“Don’t worry about it at all. If you wanted to, I’m sure you could find the paperwork to kick me out of here. So I had better stay on your good side.” His tone and grin assured me he was friendly and teasing, so the blue that flooded my flames dissipated quickly and I let my nerves out in a chuckle, relaxing back into the chair. I was left to poke through the shoe box, finding more photos of my family along with other bits of paperwork and trinkets I hadn’t thought about in ages. The wooden keychain that had held the spare keys was in the box, the keys obviously gone and likely replaced. Small toys left behind from customers’ children had been gathered into it as well, things from the era that belonged to my family but not to us. Goodness these are probably worth a fortune by now...

I heard uproarious laughter coming from down the hall, the kitchen, and I assumed it meant whatever drama had happened had been absolved. With a soft smirk, I started to gather everything back into the box, pausing as my phone buzzed in my pocket.

[When will you be home, my light?] It was from Dings, and I melted a bit at the mental image of him pouting at his phone because he didn’t know where I was. He was so adorable.

[I’m not sure, I’m finishing something up and then I need to stop by the store and also pick up Brelle, I’m asking her over for dinner tonight and Sera may be coming into town tomorrow as well.] I’d decided while texting him back that the other people in the photos needed to see them as well, so I’d call Sera on my way home and just swing by the Diva’s house as I went past it.

[Oh, alright, I’ll make sure we have a clean plate for her, and get the spare bed ready for Sera. Please be swift. I miss you.] The shyness was still so blatant in Dings’ messages, even after being married for this long, and I chuckled at it. He had always been shy but to watch him slowly work out of it was a treat and a blessing.

[As fast as I can, Dings darling. Have no fear. I’m bringing home a surprise too.] I finished off that text and pushed my phone back into my pocket, setting the lid on the box and tucking it under my arm. As I went to leave the office, the owner was coming back down the hall, and I waved at him.

“Ah, all done looking?”

“For now, I’m going to take it home and have my sister look through it as well.” “Wonderful! Bring your whole family in for dinner this weekend, I bet they’d love it.” “I’m sure they would!” I laughed lightly, imagining Sera and Brelle once more bickering across a table next to the window. “Oh I’m sure they would.” I paused, rubbing the back of my neck briefly, then looked up at the owner. “Say… you... wouldn’t happen to need a chef or a bartender... would you?” His grin could have lit a bonfire. “You know I think we just might.”

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Hours later, after dinner and dessert and an impromptu performance of the aria from Phantom of the Opera from a ever so slightly drunk Brelle, I set the box in her lap without a word.

“My darling what is this? Did you dig up a two hundred year old pair of shoes for me?” Her chuckle was light and she pressed her fingers to her lips to muffle the hiccup that came after it. Perhaps more than slightly drunk. The moment she lifted the lid and saw the picture of Gautier I’d settled back on top, however, her eyes filled with tears. “Oh… Grillbert where did you… oh where was this oh my goodness….” The rest of the box was forgotten, set on the floor as she tenderly picked up the photo and held it up, her other hand still pressed to her mouth.

I grinned from my spot on the couch next to a similarly grinning Dings, I’d shown him the box already once I’d gotten home so he knew my plan. “Well. I went to the diner today.” Brelle looked up with a snap of her flames, eyes still teary but suddenly alert.

“It still stands!? Oh! Oh my heavens! I never even thought of looking, I never thought it would still be there since the rest of the neighborhood got burned, I always figured it was gone forever and we would nev-”

“Breathe, diva.” Dings’ voice was soft, as was the chuckle that followed, and Brelle shot him the softest glare I have ever seen in my life. 

“The diner still stands.” I leaned my head gently against Dings’ as Brelle stood and held the photo closer to the overhead light, squinting at it. 

“Oh he is still as handsome as ever.” She sighed, wistfully, longingly, and my soul sunk just a little with the sound. Brelle may have been mine and Sera’s best friend, but given the chance she would have leapt like the ballerina she was to be Gautier’s loving and devoted wife. “Oh how I wish it weren’t... just a photograph...” I nodded, closing my eyes for a moment.

“A photograph is far more than we had before.” Dings spoke once more, nuzzling against my cheek softly, and when I looked down he was smiling gently at Brelle.

“You are right, my Wingding, you are right.” Brelle hummed in thought and went back to the box, kneeling beside it on the floor to pick through the other photos, giggling at one of her and Sera. “Oh, I cannot wait until Sera sees these. She is coming in tomorrow, oui?” “She’s going to try. She’s very frustrated that I won’t spoil the surprise for her and am just forcing her onto an overnight train, but she apparently loves Dings enough to come see him.” I laughed as I remembered the phone call, Sera making sure I knew that she would never have done this if it had been just me and Brelle, but Dings made it a special case.

“I’m so flattered.” Dings chuckled against my shoulder.

“And I’m so hurt, wounded in fact. I will have to lament to her tomorrow.” Brelle made a face as she pulled another picture out of the box, tossing it to me. “Destroy that one. I do not care how.” Picking it up from the spot on the floor where it’d fell, I made the same face. It was a group shot from Brelle and I’s theatre days, almost our entire troupe. Most of the people in it we were still on good terms with. At least, those we knew were still alive. There was one person in it that we weren’t, and we had no idea what had happened to him.  “Oh, ew.” 

“Oui, ew. Get rid of his face.” “Who is it, my light?” Dings leaned over my shoulder to peek at the photo and I turned it to him, pointing to the flame near Brelle and I in it. 

“Reule.” “Yes, Reule! Get rid of him. He does not deserve to be with the rest of these happy memories.” Brelle hadn’t taken her eyes off the things she was sorting through, and I noticed the picture of Gautier had been set safely away on the chair.

“Haha, as my diva commands.” I handed the picture to Dings as he reached for it, leaning back against the couch. Dings squinted at the photo and nestled against my side.

“Reule? Should I know about him?” “Hm, no, likely not. That’s not a nice story. Is it alright if I tell you later? Unless you want to see Brelle angrier than ever before.” I grinned up at her then ducked behind Dings’ skull as she shot me a glare.

“Save it for later then, let her sort through the happy pictures.” He tossed the picture lightly onto the end table, out of Brelle’s sight, and rested his head on my shoulder. “Are there any of Yves? I have the one I took Underground, that’s the only one we’ve ever had.” “Ah yes, yes, so many of dear Yves. Plenty of sweet Lara as well. Darling woman, goddess Lara.” Brelle flicked through the photos and pulled one out of my parents together, one Gautier had sneakily taken of them with their heads together and quietly whispering. 

“Oh, heavens, how lovely.” Dings grinned and reached for it, curling back to my side with it. I rested my head on his to look at it better.

“Gautier got in trouble for that, until Mama convinced Pere that it was a wonderful moment and should have been captured.”

“Gautier was right.” Dings nodded, setting the photo back into Brelle’s outstretched hand. It seemed she was in the process of sorting them by subject. Family pictures here, solo pictures there, pictures of Pere and Mama over here.

“He was right about everything.” “Pff, Brelle, your hero worship has not ended.” “Oh, well excuse me my darling, for believing in a man who protected his neighborhood while others ran scared.” She flipped her flames back, huffing and glaring briefly in my direction before turning her attention to the paperwork in the box.

“Gautier protected your neighborhood?” Dings asked quietly, and I nodded. “He saved me and Sera from some guards and a mage. The firewall he created held off a good number of the forces even after we got away. That’s what Sera told me, at least. I was unconscious at that point.” 

“Perhaps Brelle’s hero worship is well placed then.” Dings grinned, chuckling softly.

“It is! See, Grillbert, this is why we want to talk to your husband more than you.” Brelle swept the photos together without ruining her sorting and deposited them back in the box, standing to bring the paperwork over to me.

“Oh, perhaps I’ll just go to sleep for the night then.” I grinned up at her and shifted as she flopped down on the couch against my other side. 

“You shall not. You shall read that paperwork and see if any bit of it is the deed to the diner.” 

“Oh that’s likely still there, in the safe. They’d need the deed to give it to new owners over two hundred years.” “Oh! Fine! The original sale then! Anything to get the diner back under the Chaleureux name.” 

“That isn’t a bad idea, really. Owning a diner or bar is what you’re used to. You said you didn’t really want anything else.” Dings had taken the first paper out of the stack from me and was looking it over, squinting at the French he was slowly learning.

“Well, I did ask the owner if he needed any help.” “What did he say? Are you going to go back to your home, my darling?” Brelle looked at me from where her head rested on my shoulder, and I ruffled her headflames.

“I am. He needs some help in the kitchen and at the bar, and since I’m used to doing everything on my own, I think I can handle it.”

“Oh how lovely. Back where you belong.” Brelle was smoothing her flames out and grinning, and when I looked over at Dings I was rewarded with his own soft grin.

“Right back where you belong.”

“With you.” I whispered. Dings’ blush made me grin, and I slid my hand in his to lift and kiss his knuckles softly. “Oooooh heavens.” Brelle giggled on my other side, and Dings covered his now purple face with a laugh. “You two are cavity inducing, far too sweet.” She pushed herself off the couch and strode over to the kitchen, picking up the wine bottle where she’d left it. “I am going to drink the rest of this wine if you do not stop me.” “By all means, diva, finish it off. Stay here tonight and greet Sera when you arise from your beauty sleep.” 

“I shall then.” “Hehe, you’re more than welcome anytime, Brelle.” Dings leaned forward to kiss between my eyes softly, then stood himself, leaning against the couch and making his way to the kitchen much more slowly than Brelle had. His legs had been working again, for awhile now, but he was still being careful just in case. “Pour me a glass too, won’t you?”

“Oui, mon chérie, oui. Pour vous.” 

I chuckled and settled back down on the couch, paging through the paperwork Brelle had handed me. A few bills, likely unpaid, forever unpaid, and a list of tabs from the week before the war. Also likely unpaid. I smirked at the thought and flipped through a few more pages, finally settling on one and squinting at it. 

“Huh, I… guess I was wrong.” “What’s that, my darling?” Brelle called, and when I looked over the couch I saw them both looking at me curiously.

“The deed was in the box.” I held it up, and Brelle laughed and pointed at it.

“I told you! You have to go claim the building now!” Brelle’s triumphant laughter spread to Dings and he started giggling into his wine. I smirked and looked back at the paper.

“Well, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to talk about it…”

[safetycar-restart]

today was... exciting? sweet charles would be so exhausted, like have you noticed how out of breath he was? poor thing could barely form a sentence.

he just deserves a nice bath and pampering when you get back home. he'd be laying there in the bubbles, while you massage his temples and his scalp, leaving kisses on his head, and he'd just hum in content. he'd feel so safe.

he wouldn't be that proud of his result, so he'd really only want to cuddle for a good hour, while he takes a little nap with his head on your chest, pawing at your breasts with one of his hands (he loves them).

he'd wake up squirming and whining with his eyes closed and his brows furrowed, grinding against your thigh. he'd have his collar on at that point, so you took the sign and hooked your finger under the collar, tugging at it, and getting such a pornographic moan from charles. he'd keep grinding against you, as you tug at his collar, his hair and playing with his nipples. he cums in his pants, and looks up at you with puppy eyes, silently requesting kisses.

of course, you're more than happy to kiss his lips and his forehead a couple times, before moving on to finger him, catching him by suprise, the poor thing gasping into your mouth. his eyes would be brimming with tears as he hiccups feeling so good, which is exactly what he'd tell you. he'd say stuff like "feels so good", "love going dumb on your fingers" and his personal favorite "thank you, mommy".

you'd clean him up after he cums, you'd make him dinner while he sits and watches you on the counter, him occasionally stealing a piece of cucumber from the cutting board, giggling away as he nibbles at the small piece of vegetable. he'd probably spend the rest of the day following you around the house no matter what you do.

- 📓

Right ok that’s it, 📓 anon you need to marry me. Right now. Marriage. Now. Anyway while we wait on the marriage certificate, let’s answer this banger ask because it’s so fucking good.

(Because you mentioned the collar, I assume that this is d/s au Charles? And also because I love the d/s au and miss writing it so this is gonna be d/s au)

Charles would be so tired! Like usually he’s pretty tired after a race, but after that race? Your little one is just EXHAUSTED.

After the podium, but before media, he goes to you for his collar and usually he gets a hug and a kiss and a little bit of praise. But this time, he doesn’t just hug you, he basically falls into you? He doesn’t even try to hold up his own body weight, leaning his entire weight onto you and nearly knocking you both over because you weren’t expecting that.

He literally has to be coxed into letting of you? Cause he’s just so tired and worn out and disappointed in himself and he just…. He doesn’t want to have to leave you again.

Eventually you manage to coax him into doing his media duties and then he gets to go back to the hotel room with you.

You expect him to sleep instantly, because it’s very late by now. Except he can’t? He’s so tired and worn out and he really wants to sleep but he can’t seem to.

So you have a bath with him. And he loves it so much. You only run the water lukewarm because he’s still burning up a little from how hot the race is. And you make sure there’s a glass of ice water with a straw near the bath the Charles can sip on the entire time.

He absolutely needs to have his hair played with!! You give him head massages and forehead kisses while he sips the ice water and just smiles to himself because this is absolutely perfect. This is everything.

Then when he’s all plaint and nearly falling asleep, you rinse him off and it’s off to bed.

You’re wide awake at this point, because you’re Charles’a dom and he needs you. So you don’t even think about sleeping then, you can crash when Charles is 100% okay.

Until then, you just be a human pillow.

He manages about an hour lap, by now it’s the early hours of the morning. He just lays against you, comfy and safe in a light slumber.

When he wakes again, you’re not surprised that he’s slowly grinding against the bed. He often wakes up hard from naps against you, and he absolutely deserves to cum like that.

Usually you’d turn him onto his back, give him a handjob or play with his ass a little. But now, he’s smiling sleepily up at you, grinding down slowly against the bed and he just seems so comfy? You don’t see any reason to move him.

When you tug at his collar, the moan he lets out is nothing short of pornographic, grinding harder against the bed and letting out little whines.

Maybe you let him suck on a titty? Well you don’t let him, as much as he starts mouthing at your breast over your t shirt and huffs unhappily. He’s even less happy when you push him off you, pouting with tears in his eyes, until he sees you lift your t shirt up and then he instantly just dives back down, sucking on you and whining.

You tug at his collar and his hair, running your hands along his back every now and then and encouraging him to cum for you, telling him you want him to cum nice and hard for you.

He cries when he cums, the tears running down his cheeks and hitting your skin. But he’s smiling, stopping sucking you so that he can shuffle up a little to get a kiss.

“Feel good?” You ask, though you know the answer.

“Feel so good mommy,” he mumbles, smiling.

He squeaks when you let your hand drift further down to cup his ass, and then well… you weren’t going to play with his ass before. But now? Now that he squeaked? Absolutely.

You grab his shoulders, pushing him down and rolling on top of him. And he giggles so much! He loves being manhandled so much, and now he’s all soft and plaint from orgasm and his nap and now his mommy has flipped him over? Incredible.

You decide you have to just finger him a little. There’s not enough time for pegging just because you want him to still get some sleep before his flight to Japan. But he just looks to cute for you to not have him be on your fingers a little.

He’s so happy then, laying on his back and whining and mumbling how much he loves you and how happy he is, how good he feels.

And you say “I’m glad, you’re the best little one. Yeah? The best.”

He falls asleep properly before you even finish cleaning him up.

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Key Reasons Why Certification Courses Are Valuable!

The hotel industry is massive, and it offers several work and career growth opportunities. The Certificates Courses In Hotel Management In Mumbai, which are offered by Mumbai College of Hotel Management & Catering Technology are known as one of the best because it is designed under the supervision of hotel industry experts. 

Key Reasons Why Certification Courses Are Valuable

Specialized Knowledge: Certificate courses in hotel management provide specialized knowledge in the hospitality sector. 

Entry-Level Jobs: These courses serve as stepping stones for entry-level jobs in the field of the hotel industry. 

Hand-On Training: Certification courses provide exposure to how things work in practical life and allow the students to gain real-world experience. 

Quick & Efficient Learning: Certification courses are known to offer quick and efficient learning opportunities. 

Industry Recognition: Certification course helps in providing the individual with industry recognition. 

Global Job Market: It is The best part about certification in the hotel industry, that job opportunities are available all around the globe. 

Our Diploma In Hotel Management In Mumbai, which is taught by us is known as one of the best that is the reason why we have become the top choice of the people all around. 

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The college has a reputed name among enthusiasts who want to make their career in the hotel industry. They have a wide range of undergraduate, diploma, and certification courses from which a person can choose as per their area of interest. The professors associated with the college assure that the student is learning everything from the core, and have access to practical knowledge and tools. They also help with internship opportunities. It is a promise that you will get all the required assistance for making your career in the hospitality industry. To enroll connect on the details below and our counselors will take it from there.  

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WHY INCOMING SENIOR HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS MUST CHOOSE A TRACK?

Hello everyone this is from Grade 11 Humss (Vygotsky) as we tackled about why senior high school students must choose their strand.

Senior High School Guide: Choosing the Right Track and Strand K-12 is a relatively new program here in the Philippines if you compare it with our neighboring countries. For students to move into college or the university level, they must undergo junior (Grades 7-10) and senior (Grades 11-12) high school level to be given a diploma. A certification is given during the junior level but finishing the senior high level certifies and validates that a student is qualified for college.

Going into senior high school, students must choose a strand and track they would like to take for the next two years of their senior high school life. There are different strands and tracks students can choose from which can also help them choose a course they might want to take in college. Given the magnitude of this decision, careful consideration is required. Here is a simple guide to assist you in deciding which academic track and strand are best suited to your need is for those who have already and surely decided to pursue a college education after senior high school; basically, it helps you in your journey going to college because of its subject specialization. Under this track there are four strands you choose from:

1.)HUMSS– First is the Humanities and Social Sciences or HUMSS. HUMSS is the strand for students who wish to go into college with the following courses: Political Science or International Studies, English or Filipino Literature, Mass Communication, Education, Performing Arts, and other related courses.

2.)STEM– The next strand is the Science, Technology, Engineering, and Math track, also known as STEM. STEM is the strand for students who wish to go into college with the following courses: Biology, Physics, Mathematics, Engineering, Computer Studies, Information Technology, and so on and forth on the related courses. This strand is a very hands-on type of experience that would be good for students who have firmly decided on their future college courses and profession.

3.)ABM– The third is the Accounting Business and Management or ABM. ABM is the strand for students who wish to go into college with the following courses: Human Resources, Tourism, Hotel and Restaurant Management, Accounting, Business Studies, Marketing, Real Estate, Export Management, Entrepreneurship, and other related courses in this path. This is a suggested strand for those who have their eyes set on creating a business in the future or working in the business sector.

4.)GAS– And the last strand in the Academic track is the General Academic Strand or GAS. Now if you have some uncertainty or confusion in your mind on what specific path you would want to take, then GAS is the strand offered in this track. What makes this good is that the courses offered here are encompassing; meaning in all fields. The things that one can learn in this can help your uncertain mind explore your possible college options. Simply put, this strand is for all college courses.

5.)TVL Track-Our next track is the Technical-Vocational-Livelihood Track. The subjects on this track focus on practical knowledge and job-ready training. Once you take and finish a strand on this track, you will be given the TESDA National Certificate. If your goal is to work immediately or be eligible for certified jobs after senior high school, this track is perfect for you. Finishing any strand from this track gives you skills that are considered and accepted to qualify you for work.

These different tracks, strands, and specializations are intended for you to determine which paths fit your strengths, passions, and skills. Choosing the right Senior High School strand will help motivate you for your future career. Once you choose a strand you like, studying becomes more enjoyable since the strands are designed and specialized to match your interests. Moreover, it expands your knowledge and skills, while at the same time, exposing you to your chosen field of study in preparation for college.

Every student in Senior High School should make a choice is choosing among the give tracks in Senior High School such as Academic, Technical Vocational Livelihood, Sports and Art's & Design. In Academic track it includes three strands: ABM, HUMSS and STEM.

We should always choose the track that we want because it is important for us students of SHS to have more knowledge and straight to our dream course that we really want to achieve before Graduating SHS. And from these tracks we can learn how to manage our time and what we want in the future, from learning to these tracks we can have business as student we can also have a part time and to know more what we can know from these tracks.

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All you need to know about Patisserie and Confectionary Course

Do you want to be a pastry chef? Do you spend a lot of time in the kitchen baking delectable cakes that make everyone go crazy? Then a career in Patisserie and Confectionery may be a good fit for you. This article will walk you through the entire process of launching a career by enrolling in a Patisserie and Confectionary course.

What is the difference between a bakery and a confectionery?

Baking is the process of using dry heat to cook food in an oven or microwave. The amount of steam produced by baked goods can affect the degree of heat dryness. Bread rolls, cakes, pastries, puddings, and other baked goods are examples.

Confectionery is the art of manufacturing sweets (foods high in sugar and carbs).

Confectionery is classified into three groups:

Sweet pastries, cakes, and other baked goods made with flour are referred to as flour confectionery.

Sugar confectionery includes sweets, candied nuts, chocolates, chewing gums, patellae, and a variety of other items.

Chocolate confections (chocolate-based confections) and sugar-free sugar confections are classified separately.

A bakery and a confectionery are fundamentally different in that bakeries sell baked goods such as bread, cakes, doughnuts, cinnamon buns, croissants, tarts, and éclairs, whereas confectionaries sell sweets such as truffles and sweetmeats. Bakeries and confectioneries are typically combined in one location. 

How do you become a pastry chef or a baker?

Pastry chefs who have done ss play an essential role in the baking and cooking processes, and those who have done diploma in bakery and confectionery have the authority to direct bakers. To become a pastry chef, you must first enrol in a bakery and confectionery courses. When you become a trained pastry chef after getting a certificate course in bakery and confectionery, you can either work as a professional in the high-demand baking industry or start your own pastry and bakery business.

Kick Start Your Journey of Becoming a Pastry Chef with ITM

The Institute of Hotel Management at ITM offers a Diploma in bakery and confectionery, which is designed to lay the groundwork for future pastry chefs and bakers after completing bakery and confectionery courses. The curriculum for the diploma in bakery and confectionery is intended to teach the fundamentals of baking procedures, ingredient listing and measurement, and various technical types of equipment and their mechanisms. This one-year diploma programme provides a solid foundation for those who want to work as a professional chef, baker, or confectioner.

Learn Basic Baker Skills at ITM

As a Baker, you'll make buns, doughnuts, croissants, bread rolls, loaves, cupcakes, and other baked goods while incorporating your own creative flair into the basic recipe. ITM focuses on on-the-ground knowledge that delves deeply into the practical aspects of bakery and confectionery courses.