#and giving hints to future fashion collections

[solarkindred]

If the twins had a tiktok account, joint and separate ones, they would be absolutely hilarious.

Emmet constantly posts out of pocket memes while also giving really good advice and strategies for double battles. Ingo is the one that constantly info dumps about trains and tends to give mini lessons on subways/trains and their history. He occasionally posts memes too but its mostly trains and sharing funny videos of his pokemon(he has spectacular timing)

The joint/official account is called “gearBattle_subwayStation” where they strictly only use for schedule posts about the Battle Subway and just funny moments at the station/Anville. It’s accessible to everyone who works at the station(and for some reason Elesa?)

[krysmcscience]

Don't mind me, just slacking on a big Billford comic by making other far more ridiculous Billford comics and also some AU art (please excuse my slapdash human!Bill thank you please, also before anyone asks the art style is messy and all over the place because idgaf LOL)

This started out as an excuse to design a Bill Cipher-inspired "wedding" dress, but then spiraled wildly out of control. Various rambles and a bunch more human!Bill arts under the cut, including another silly little comic at the end! (Feel free to skip the rambles, I won't be offended. I know I'm bad at shutting up. XD)

I may or may not write some comedy stuff for this AU, which I'm calling 'For Better Or Worse (But Mostly Worse)'. While Ford DOES remember getting sloshed enough for one thing to lead to making out with another after karaoke, neither he nor Bill remember this wedding, At All. The Love God did nothing to dissuade them from going hog wild on their marriage spending, either, so it got...uh. Exorbitantly Expensive. As in, the grand total could probably buy the entire fucking MOON sort of expensive. (It's fine, don't worry, Bill's good enough at crime to be able to afford it.) Also, because the logic of this AU is mostly dictated by Rule of Funny, the Love God's powers are close to unlimited when it comes to matters of romance, but ONLY when it comes to matters of romance. (Like weddings!)

Want an empty human vessel to smash the soul of a triangle into for date nights or when it's convenient, or perhaps even when it's NOT convenient? Easy peasy! Want the marriage to be recognized in every corner of the multiverse from now until the end of time, thus making any potential future divorce nigh-on impossible? Can do! Want to buy an entire beach for the ceremony and honeymoon and in general, and totally not at all because it would be Super Hilarious to prevent any specific movies from being made on that very same beach in the future? Fine, whatever, it's not his finances he's ruining!

Does the Love God also provide special rings that just so happen to turn incorporeal as long as the "happy couple" doesn't remember that they barged into his dreams to bully him into presiding over their marriage? ...No comment!

He spends the next thirty years trying and failing to get in touch with either of them for payment. This is why you should always demand half the money up front, my guy!

Also it's absolutely a traditional Jewish wedding, because I like the idea of Bill demanding all the keepsakes from the marriage that he paid for, and being completely confused when one of the things he's handed is a fancy container full of broken glass. He gets it later, but in the moment, he thinks the Love God is just fucking with him some more.

Ramble over! Here's the full dress that caused the comic to happen, along with what Ford wound up wearing at the wedding (and begrudgingly agreeing to put on again later for Reasons), aaaaand also a close-up of Bill's ring:

I may have forgotten to draw Bill's hair floofier when drawing the back of the dress, lmao

Since double ring ceremonies have been leaking over into Jewish wedding customs for a while now, Ford also has a ring, but his is the much more traditional plain gold band. There's definitely a message engraved on the inside - embarrassing, cringe, or incriminating somehow - but I haven't decided what it is yet, so use your imagination for now. XD Bill, on the other hand, saw the phrase 'traditional plain gold band' and said "No Thank You" before proceeding to embellish his ring to his liking. And because he's a secret sap who adores Ford's extra fingers, the triangle points add up to twelve, as do the engraved stars. Yes, they're stars, not dots, I just got lazy. There's also six lashes on the eye gem, and probably an eye engraving on the inside with another six lashes. (Bill's got it BAD, okay? We all know this.)

Here are the initial scribbles of Bill's custom vessel in more casual attire, please ignore the wonky anatomy and the fact that I flat out refuse to ever draw him with a proper top hat:

He does actually need a cane in this vessel; since Bill tends to possess men and especially Ford more often than not, he's used to having a higher center of gravity when in a human body, so his ability to balance is pretty garbage. (He may or may not topple over with concerning regularity.) As for his empty eye socket, his bangs don't do much to hide it since he's so high-energy (dude is constantly on the move), and he also refuses to wear a patch over it, because 1.) why bother, and 2.) it's more fun to freak people out.

To better align with Ford's attraction towards the strange, the vessel was designed with super minor shapeshifting ability - Bill can look like a perfectly normal human, but he can also make the teeth and fingers sharper whenever he likes (which is mostly just when he's angry or being more of a menace than usual), as well as slit down the pupils or outright ditch the irises altogether. He can also have whatever he wants in the downstairs department, just because I'm an indecisive bitch on that front, lmao. Maybe he can have boobs if he wants them, too, but I ain't drawin' tits on no triangle, nuh-uh, no sir. His powers are otherwise limited down to what humans can do, because for some reason, the Love God doesn't trust Bill to not snap into Immediate Apocalypse Mode if he's given a physical form that's actually all his and no one else's.

Due to the body being all his and no one else's, it's also not really a standard possession so much as it is just...Bill being temporarily human. He's a lot more aware of and in tune with his human body's senses than he ever was with his "puppets", which makes things like pain a lot more intense. (He is mostly fine with this, because he's a fukken masochist.)

A bit more fashion stuff, including beach and party attire~

The beach outfit was mostly me trying and failing to nail down his body shape, which is still not bottom-heavy enough. I then decided to slap a bikini on it, before making it supremely unsexy with a pair of fugly shorts, because Bill's fashion choices are not allowed to be conventionally attractive. Meanwhile, the party outfit was mostly me looking at the casual attire I designed, asking 'how would Bill make this Worse', and then drawing the result. The mismatched thigh-highs are killing me inside! :D

No, his vessel can't actually summon fire, I just drew it for funzies before I decided on said vessel's limitations. Yes, the gold brick tattoos are absolutely a reference to the fic 'Knowing Me, Knowing You' - I simply could not resist.

I also HAD to draw Bill in one of his canonical(?) shirts, just made tank-top'd:

He is absolutely about to over-correct and fall backwards after this. USE YOUR CANE, GOOFBALL!!! (I meant to draw Bill closer to this degree of bottom-heavy in the other images, but. Alas. I am bad at anatomy, LOL)

And, last but not least before More Comic Time, I attempted to draw him closer to Gravity Falls style:

Jury's out on whether or not I succeeded, but - hey. I tried. Now have some Handyman Bill AU, but with my goofy human design, instead:

Hey, it's a 'mystery snack', and the guy wanted A BITE to eat - the joke was right there, guys!!! (Based on this post, because it just screamed BILL CIPHER to me.)

whoops i forgor bills ring and cracks ahaha too late now

I WILL SHUT UP AND STOP RAMBLING NOW K THX BYYYYYE

[training4theapocalypse]

A Royal Misunderstanding (Prince Friedrich x f!Reader)

Rating: Explicit - 18+ only

Word Count: 7k

Warnings / Tags: SMUT, virgin Prince Friedrich and experienced(ish) reader, kinda switchy Prince F, unprotected sex (for the plot).

Summary: He's looking for the future Princess Consort. You're looking for a life out of the spotlight. It'd never work.

A/N: K and an E and a T and a T, E and an R and an ING. T and an O and a W, N. Kettering Town. F.C. Also thank you to my regency queens @stealsteels and @shinytalent for reading this 👑

Masterlist

There’s an unnecessary knock on the open stable door as you move to untack your mare. She needs a thorough brush after the ride you had today.

“You are the stable hand?” inquires a young man’s voice.

You whirl around, ready to deliver a sharp retort, but hesitate when you see his earnest, slightly incredulous expression. You’ve never encountered him before, you’re sure of it. His handsome face, tuft of blonde hair and wide-eyed demeanour would certainly have been memorable.

“I was told I would be meeting the stable hand here,” he continues, still uncertain. “To collect a horse.”

An accent. Foreign. He must be part of Prince Friedrich’s contingent, newly arrived from the Kingdom of Prussia this morning. And he must be exceedingly green to mistake you for a stable hand. Despite your riding breeches being muddied from your ride, any discerning footman would recognise that the fine tailoring is not typical of a servant's attire. Even one in the employ of the Crown. His own attire, however, is old-fashioned and ill-fitting - it bears all the marks of a hand-me-down from another household servant or perhaps an older family member.

You purse your lips to stifle a smile. The opportunity to toy with one of the charmingly naive lackeys from the Prussian delegation sparks your mischievous side. Besides, he’ll need to toughen up if he’s to survive in London. “Don’t they permit women to become stable hands in Prussia?”

He blinks. “No.”

“And this horse is for Prince Friedrich?”

“Yes.” He raises his eyebrows, as though it should be self-evident why he’s here. As if everyone should recognise Prince Friedrich’s footman. The man pulls his shoulder back and there’s a subtle hint of authority in his stance. You’re unsure if it’s the language barrier or his presumption, but his curt answers irk you.

“Very well, then,” you say, gently guiding your horse towards him. “This is Artemis. She’s the finest in the stable.”

“This is your finest horse?” He chuckles heartily and your mouth becomes a thin line and your nostrils flare. 

“Perhaps His Royal Highness would prefer a pony?”

He straightens, a haughty glint in his eye. “It’s covered in filth.”

“My lady is a keen rider and has already been out this morning. But if Prince Freidrich can’t handle a little dirt -”

“Of course, I can manage.”

You arch an eyebrow, his tone further irritating you. “If you say so,” you reply, handing him the reins.

As he mounts Artemis, you can’t help but decide to give him a parting gift. You give her a firm slap on her hindquarters. Artemis bolts forward, sending the young man bouncing precariously in the saddle. You watch with satisfaction as he disappears down the path, his shouts of alarm fading into the distance. 

Perhaps now he’ll think twice before assuming someone is a servant.

With a contented smile, you leave the stables, already brimming with excitement at the thought of telling your ladies-in-waiting about your encounter. 

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As far as you’re concerned, there isn’t enough wide open space in London. Far too many locked doors and whispered secrets. Or worse. Written down secrets. Specifically, the sort published by Lady Whistledown. You’d much rather be at home than endure another visit to the capital but when Queen Charlotte invited you to stay at her residence for the duration of the social season, you could hardly refuse. Not when Her Majesty and your late father, the Duke of Kettering, were such dear friends.

You suspect this invitation to spend the season at the palace might be the Queen’s ultimate attempt to honour your father’s memory. It was expected that you’d be desperate to find a husband after he passed. On paper, it should have been simple enough - your inheritance is decent enough to tempt a husband.

But finding a suitor hasn’t been easy. You’re not asking for much. You don’t want titles or wealth. Just a husband who’d be content to let you spend the day out riding rather than attending social engagements. Events like this one are your idea of hell on earth. Although it wasn’t as bad as yesterday when you had to present yourself to the Queen as one of the eligible misses of the season. 

As you stepped into the centre of the room, your palms turned cold and you could feel your stomach turning inside out as you waited for the Queen to give her verdict. There’s an old saying: the brighter a lady shines, the faster she may burn. And you’d rather not find yourself turned to ash at the hands of the ton. 

You exhaled an audible sigh of relief when Her Majesty remained seated and deigned to give you a small nod of approval. Neither the diamond nor the disgrace of the season and you’re glad of it - it means fewer eyes on you. But even that short burst in the relatively dim limelight made you want to flee from the room and vomit. You put yourself through your paces in the saddle this morning just to shake off the lingering feeling of dread.

You should be grateful that the Queen did not wave you away dismissively. This is your second social season after all and your value is quickly plummeting. You just need a husband who is content to stay out of the spotlight. And is resigned to the fact that you’ll probably prefer your horse’s company to theirs. 

If only you really were a stable hand instead of the late Duke of Kettering’s daughter.

As you mingle in Queen Charlotte’s banquet hall amongst other guests, waiting upon the arrival of Prince Freidrich, you feel a twinge of guilt about your encounter with his footman this morning. Perhaps after this welcome dinner, you’ll discreetly invite him to meet you in the stables as a gesture of apology.

The footman was handsome, after all, despite the blonde whiskers he must have grown in an attempt to appear more mature. You wouldn’t mind ruffling his perfectly coiffed hair before letting him bend you over the stable door.

Your companion jolts you from your daydream by squeezing your arm with her silk glove excitedly. You turn and smooth the front of your gown as Queen Charlotte and her nephew Prince Friedrich’s arrival is announced. 

The doors open and it takes every ounce of your self-control to maintain a dignified composure as Queen Charlotte walks in, arm-in-arm with Prince Friedrich’s footman.

Or the man who you thought was Prince Friedrich’s footman.

Damn.

Of course, you sent Prince Friedrich himself chasing across the palace grounds on the back of your startled mare.

While your face retains a dignified composure, you can’t do anything about the prickle of embarrassment flushing your chest. It’s only a matter of time before the Queen introduces Prince Freidrich to you and you will need to eat copious amounts of humble pie, slathered with grovelling apologies and dusted off with begging for forgiveness.

There’s no avoiding it. Even though tonight’s dinner isn’t an official event of the season - just a small dinner for the fifty or so palace guests and members of the Royal Family, Prince Friedrich is still introduced to every eligible woman in the room. Including you. 

Queen Charlotte, eventually steers him towards you. “Allow me to present my nephew, Prince Friedrich of Prussia.”

You curtsy and allow him to greet your gloved hand with a kiss but your stomach twists in anticipation, waiting for him to admonish you in front of the Queen.

“Lady Kettering, your gown - it is exquisite,” he says, in the usual formality. “And I hope your ride this morning was more pleasant than mine.”

You take a breath to compose your apology but you’re saved from the necessity.

“Yes, the Prince had a simply awful time this morning. First, his footman forgets to pack his riding wear so he has to borrow some from the Viscount of Paisley. And then a common girl posing as a stable hand gave Prince Friedrich your horse and sent him galloping across the plain.”

“I see,” you say cautiously but the corners of Prince Freidrich’s mouth twitch like he’s trying not to laugh. You ask, “And is my horse alright?”

Queen Charlotte laughs at this. “I should have known that you would be more concerned about your mount than the Prince of Prussia.”

You smile. “Forgive me, Your Majesty. It’s only that I’m confident a duplicitous stable girl was no match for His Royal Highness.”

“Your mare was returned safely,” smiles Prince Friedrich, a roguish glint in his eye.

Prince Friedrich bows and Queen Charlotte bustles him away onto the next group of eager girls. 

As you watch him greet the next group you wonder: why is the Prince of Prussia making excuses for you?

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In the grand dining room, you search for your place setting at the far end of the table beside the other noble families from minor houses to no avail. They’ve missed me, you think in horror as you look around at the filled seats but one of your friends nudges you and nods at the empty seat next to Prince Friedrich. 

There must be some mistake. 

But when you glance at the Prince, still standing behind his chair expectantly at the middle of the table, he catches your eye and places a hand on the empty seat. 

Barely daring to breathe, you wonder if this is his way of getting back at you for the events of this morning. Perhaps he arranged for your table setting to go missing and you’ll be publicly humiliated when you dare to assume the seat next to him would be for you. 

You walk for what feels like a very long time to the other side of the table, feeling eyes on you as every step is like your shoes are made of lead. You do your best not to clench your fists as your face grows hot in anticipation of being embarrassed in front of everyone. 

Dipping your head, you refuse to look at Prince Friedrich and instead discreetly look at the place cards as you pass. The titles become increasingly grand as you approach the centre of the table until you reach the grandest of them all.

Her Majesty, Queen Charlotte.

His Royal Highness, Prince Friedrich.

Then you see your name. Etched in gold on eggshell paper. At the place setting beside Prince Friedrich’s.

You blink, feeling relief course through you. You’ve never sat this close to the Queen before. The centre of the table was reserved for distinguished guests like, well, Prince Friedrich.

“Lady Kettering, I hope you don’t mind me stealing you away from your usual dinner companions,” says Prince Friedrich, looking at your friends staring wide-eyed at you from the other end of the table.

“It’s my pleasure, Your Highness,” you say, giving them a sharp look. As the servers remove the cloches from the banquet before you, conversation erupts around the table, giving you the chance to swallow your pride. “And I do apologise for this morning,” you add quietly. “I had mistakenly assumed you were Prince Friedrich’s footman.”

“A footman?” He grins, and tilts his head, picturing himself as a footman before adding. “I too would like to apologise. I should never have assumed a beautiful woman such as yourself was a stable hand,” he says. 

“When did you come to the realisation that I wasn’t?”

“I knew your horse’s name. When I asked who owned her, I was told it was a lady who was as wild as the horses she keeps.” Your mouth twists into a reluctant smile. “Is that true?” he asks, his green eyes twinkling with interest.

“Oh no,” you smile, sipping your freshly poured wine, aware of his eyes following your every movement. “My horses are very well-behaved.”

He laughs. It’s a pretty laugh. “Can I assume that means you are looking forward to the season beginning?” He gives you a wry smile. His eyes are alight with enthusiasm as he waits for you to share in his excitement for the beginning of the social season. But there’s something else in his gaze, something more intimate.

You must put an end to this before he gets the wrong idea and you’re made a spectacle of. Prince Friedrich will be the most sought-after man of the season and you don’t want the attention that accompanies competing for his affections - to be thrust into the spotlight and have Lady Whistledown write about you would be more attention than you could bear. 

You glance around to see if anyone is listening before lowering your voice. “Your Highness - may I speak candidly?”

“Nothing would please me more,” he says sincerely, his tone softening.

“Why did you arrange for me to sit here?”

Prince Friedrich looks taken aback. “Well… after this morning, I knew I had to find out more about you.”

You nod sadly. This is what you were afraid of but you had expected it nonetheless.

“This is my second - and hopefully last - season. You see, I’m not used to being in the public eye and I find the social season to be entirely mortifying.”

“I see…” says Prince Friedrich slowly.

“You Highness, please don’t mistake me. I’m honoured to be in your presence but -”

“Lady Kettering -” Prince Friedrich lowers his voice. “You told me you would speak candidly. Please disperse with the airs and graces.”

You push your food around on your plate. It’s risky to speak so plainly to aristocracy. Their fragile egos normally demand a guarded formality. “I am sorry but the idea of competing with other women to become the Princess Consort of Prussia is more publicity than I can handle. I need to find a husband quickly. A marriage of convenience.”

“Convenience…” He nods thoughtfully. “I understand. A marriage to me would certainly draw attention.”

He’s not offended. Thank god. “Exactly, Your Highness. Being in the public eye. The scrutiny. It would be unbearable.”

“It is a pity,” he says quietly. “Because I’m sure a mutually convenient marriage would have its benefits.”

Mutually convenient? Your own inheritance pales in comparison to the riches that Prince Friedrich is heir to. What would he gain from marrying you?

You look up from your plate to see that he’s brazenly smirking at you. 

Oh. 

It’s undeniable this time. He’s flirting with you. You feel heat creeping up your neck and you know you must look feverish when his eyes roam across your corseted chest.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, Your Highness,” you say, your whisper barely audible.

“I mean that sharing a marital bed would have its… advantages.” Prince Friedrich takes a sip of his wine, seemingly pleased that he’s made you flustered. Now, you can’t have that.

You glance over his shoulder to make sure Queen Charlotte is occupied. “I don’t need a husband to reap those sorts of advantages.”

When you say that, he slops half of his wine down his front in surprise. “You - you don’t?”

You arch an eyebrow. “You don’t have other companions for that sort of thing?” You pass him your napkin so he can clean himself up, your fingers grazing his knee under the table, making him inhale a sharp intake of breath. “You’re not worried about being unable to please your new wife?”

He stares straight ahead, momentarily stunned. Like he never realised sex was something you could be bad at. After a beat, he shakes his head. “It would not be prudent if people knew I was having - ”

“You mistake me. It is not my intention to get caught.”

Prince Friedrich sighs, a sad smile playing on his lips. “If only it were that simple. I’m surrounded by people. Always.”

The two of you sit quietly, allowing the servants to replace your empty plates with dessert. You can practically hear the cogs in the Prince’s head as his brain works overtime, trying to decide how to respond to this new information. Prince Friedrich takes a polite bite of chocolate cake and sits back.

“Once again, being the Queen’s nephew complicates things,” you say, sitting forward and sliding your fork through a sizable portion. “Don’t you have an appetite after your ride this morning, Your Highness?”

“I think the news that you do not wish me to court you has disappointed me so much that I never want to eat again,” he jokes half-heartedly before returning his focus entirely to you.

“If only we really were a stable hand and a footman - waiting until all the palace guests had gone to bed to meet in the stables after dark,” you say after eating the last bite of cake on your plate. 

Prince Friedrich swallows thickly and your eyes move from his Adam's apple to the almost untouched piece of cake on his plate.

“Are you - are you still hungry, my lady?” he asks.

You lean forward and steal a scoop of whipped cream from his plate with your fork. You eat the whipped cream and he watches with bated breath as you take several seconds longer than necessary to drag the polished silver fork from between your lips.

"I'm insatiable, Your Highness."

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You scratch Artemis’s head in the dark stables, wondering if you’ve made a mistake in being here. Mostly you were interested to see if the sweet, naive Prince Friedrich would turn up. But you know how noblemen are. Their egos are so easy to bruise that an adverturess could scare them off simply by existing. 

Which is why you can scarcely believe it when there’s a knock at the closed stable door. You don’t breathe for a second before remembering that only Prince Freidrich would knock before entering a stable of all places.

He opens the door and for a moment is visibly relieved to see you. You stare at each other. The only sound is the soft rustling of the horses, that is until he closes the door behind him and moves to you with an agility that surprises you, considering how unstable he was on your horse earlier.  

If he had no appetite earlier, it has certainly returned now. Prince Friedrich has a hungry look in his eyes as he pulls you close by the waist and kisses you. You squeeze your eyes shut, expecting a clash of teeth but his kiss is passionate, even skilled. Your shoulders untense as you relax into it and slide your arms around his neck, allowing him to pull your body against his. Even through the many skirts under your evening gown, you can feel that he’s hard.

His tongue enters your mouth, licking and swirling it against yours - it’s surprisingly good. And he smells good. A beautiful sandalwood cologne that can only be from the finest perfumery.

You pull back breathlessly before you can allow the inebriating scent and feel of him to rid you of your senses. “Prince Friedrich, I -”

“Please, just Freidrich.”

“Friedrich.” Even with his permission the name feels strange in your mouth. “How much romantic experience do you have?”

“I’ve read books,” he says quickly and you press your lips together to stop laughing.

“You mean romance books? Like Miss Butterworth and the Mad Baron?”

“No, I mean… instructional.”

“Instructions on how to fuck?” He nods and flushes a deep shade of pink at the question and this time you can’t help but laugh. “Remind me to spend time in the palace library in Prussia if I ever visit.” You study him. “I meant more… practical experience. It’s not the type of thing you can learn from a book.”

“I have a little experience.”

“Like what? Just kissing?” He hesitates and you move your hand down between your bodies and brush his hard cock through his trousers. “Or has anyone ever touched you like this before?”

Friedrich swallows. “Before now, you mean?” You nod and he hesitates again, guessing that it’s not the answer you want to hear. “No,” he says, truthfully.

You withdraw your hand. “Maybe this is something you should save for your future wife.”

“Marry me, then,” he blurts out, his voice trembling slightly with urgency.

You groan inwardly, shaking your head. “Friedrich, I wasn’t being coy when I told you I don’t want to be wed to a Prince. Besides, the season is starting tomorrow and you’ll be introduced to a hundred wealthy, beautiful women. Each one of them would be a better match than I.”

“Impossible.”

“You don’t know that -”

“I know that nobody has ever spoken to me the way that you did tonight. Or this morning for that matter.”

You smile despite yourself. You can believe it. If you were trying to secure the Prince’s hand in marriage, you would have carried yourself with much more grace and dignity than you have thus far.

“That’s because I have the manners of a common mule and the propriety of a common whore,” your grin falters and you look at him seriously. “And both of those qualities make me thoroughly incompatible with the Prince of Prussia. Marrying you is out of the question.”

“I understand,” he says, clearly worried that you’re reconsidering lying with him. “Let me be one of your companions. Show me how to do it.”

“Will you promise not to ask for my hand in marriage when this is done?”

Your hands undo the lacing on his trousers as he hitches his breath. “Anything. Sh-show me. Please.”

You remove your gloves and toss them on the stable floor. You slide your bare hand into his underwear and feel him shudder when you grip his cock. Christ almighty. It’s bigger than what you had expected from the innocent Prince.

“Since we’re practising so that you can please your future wife,” you tell him as you jerk your hand along his length. “I’ll tell you what feels good and what doesn’t. And you must do the same.”

He exhales shakily. “This - this feels good.”

“That’s a good start,” you smirk. “And you have a nice cock, Your Highness. The Princess Consort of Prussia will be a very lucky woman indeed once I’ve shown you how to use it.”

“Oha,” he breathes. 

“So eager,” you tut playfully, your face inches from his. 

You pull him close and he moans into your mouth as you kiss him. The sound of his evident pleasure sends heat tearing through you. You make a mental note to tell your future lovers to share their vocal appreciation because the sounds Prince Friedrich is making are driving you wild. 

As you kiss him, you lead him over to the loose pile of straw and get to the floor. The straw is scratchy on your bare arms but your legs are thankfully spared by the protection of your skirts. 

“When the time comes to do this with your lady wife, you should both undress. But our clothes will remain on - mostly. This is more convenient if there’s an unexpected intruder. Plus, this hay is itchy.”

“Allow me,” says Prince Freidrich, sitting back on his knees and pulling off his jacket. For a second you wonder if he’s misunderstood what you said about undressing but then he flattens his jacket on the straw behind you for you to lie on.

If you were the swooning type, you might just have fainted then and there.

“May I?” he asks, touching the hem of your skirt at your ankle. You nod and he pushes up your skirts. You lift your hips, allowing him to remove your satin underwear. “Verdammt,” he breathes. He moves his head between your legs and you almost sit up in surprise. You don’t mind him having a better look at you if it’s his first time but this feels extremely personal.

“What are you doing?” you ask. 

He looks up at you and you pull your skirts close to your stomach. “My book - it said to kiss you here to make sure you are ready.” His face is so close to you that you can feel his hot breath against your pussy.

“Your book said to kiss me… there?” Your eyebrows knit together but you think about how his tongue felt swirling inside your mouth and a stab of ache pierces through your ribs. 

“It is not customary?” You shake your head and he frowns in confusion but doesn’t move. 

And you realise that you don’t want him to go anywhere. That the idea of him kissing you there in the skilled way he was kissing your mouth inflames you. Out of amused interest, you lift yourself up onto one elbow only to find him looking at you intently, hanging on your every word, waiting to find out what he should do. You realise that you rather like the look of him here, between your legs.

“You -” You swallow. “- You may try. If it pleases you. But I warn you, I - oh -”

Your warning dissipates into the air as Prince Friedrich leans down and glides his hot tongue deep into the seam of your pussy with absolutely no hesitation. You feel yourself relax as you let him get on with this custom he’s learned from his book. You admit, it’s not unpleasant. But you’re not sure what he’s trying to achieve. 

It sort of feels like when you touch yourself. Maybe less dextrous but it’s hotter and wetter and - and - 

Good lord.

Much to your surprise - and your delight - you feel a soft, delicious warmth spreading from your core as he kisses you where you’ve never been kissed before. You splay your fingers through his blonde hair - your other hand still clutching your dress as his velvet mouth envelops your clutch of nerves and a wave of pleasure cascades through your body.

“Oh - oh fuck,” you curse, not caring that you’re swearing in front of the Prince. He pulls back abruptly and you pant.

“My lady?” he asks. “Are you okay?”

“Yes - god, yes,” you whine, impatient for his mouth to return to you.

He looks at you with that same subtle glint of authority he gave you this morning and says, “In that case, you are not keeping up with your side of the bargain. You promised you’d tell me what feels good.” 

Prince Friedrich dips his head and resumes, going from sucking on your clit to lapping up your juices and back again as you squirm and rock against him. This time you remember to hold up your side of the bargain. You pant and tell him how good his mouth feels - how good he feels. Everything is soaked, from your skirts to his chin and nose as he lets you grind yourself against his face. 

The flat of his tongue slides across your heat and it’s heavenly. Usually, when you’re with a partner, you’re used to working hard for your release - at the exact right position and tempo to pry yourself apart. But right now you’re just lying back and taking what Prince Friedrich’s tongue offers to you. And it’s offering exactly what you need.

“Don’t stop,” you mewl. “So good. S’good. So good -”

You feel yourself unravelling, your praise and words of affirmation turning into an incoherent babble as your orgasm breaches the surface. You must be making some semblance of sense because he listens - he keeps going and it’s all too much and not enough at once as your walls squeeze around nothing while Prince Friedrich continues his delicious assault on your bundle of nerves. 

Damn. You do your very best not to cry out and draw attention to the stables as Prince Friedrich gets closer and closer to making you cum on his tongue. But it’s nigh impossible as you feel the heat rise from your stomach and pull back like the tide. 

And then there’s the drop you’d been waiting for. 

“Oh - god,” you moan, drawing out the last syllable so that it drips as slowly as treacle. Ecstasy courses through your body as your release washes over you, making your thighs tremble on either side of the Prince’s head. Your chest heaves and you gently tug on his hair, away from your oversensitive cunt. “That’s - that’s good. It’s good. It’s enough,” you gasp before collapsing your head back onto his jacket.

Prince Friedrich gives you a few more slow, gentle licks and murmurs, “So feucht.” before drawing a finger over your twitching, soaking wet entrance, admiring his own handiwork. You don’t know what his words mean and you don’t have the cognizance to ask as you stare up at the wooden beams and try to regain your senses. 

After what feels like a lifetime of bliss, you’re happy for your view of the stable roof to be interrupted when Prince Friedrich moves up your body to kiss you and you taste the unfamiliar taste of your arousal on his lips. You kiss him back, slipping your tongue into his mouth and nipping at his bottom lip. God, this was supposed to be you teaching him a few things - not the other way around. When you anonymise this encounter and retell it to your friends later they will certainly be hearing about this.

“Good?” he asks when he pulls back and you nod, before swallowing air.

“I have half a mind to sell my estate and move to Prussia after the social season is over if that is what they do there,” you say breathlessly. 

He smirks. “I have told you that it could be arranged. Come home with me and we won’t have to be discreet. We could do this every day.”

You pout playfully and push a loose curl from his forehead. “But I like the stables,” you joke even though your back is aching and a palace bed sounds much more appealing. 

“Well, we have stables in Prussia. You could bring Artemis.”

Artemis. 

He remembered her name. 

Your face softens as you picture her as a royal steed, wearing a white feathered plume like she’s the diamond of the season. 

But then the fleeting daydream disappears when you tell yourself that it’s a fantasy you can’t allow either of you to indulge in. As much as Queen Charlotte favours you, you know it would be seen as unacceptable for the Prince to marry someone from such a minor house.

And besides, you remind yourself that you don’t need a royal husband. You have your own home. You have your own horses. You have your own friends. You have everything you’ve ever wanted. But then, why does the thought of him making his social season debut at the ball tomorrow make your heart ache?

“There’s something else I’d like to ride, presently,” you say, in an attempt to rid the thought from your mind as you gently push on his shoulders until he lies on his back. 

You straddle the Prince and unfasten his trousers so you can pull his cock out. The sight of him, hard and ready for you and the way he twitches involuntarily in your palm makes your heart pound as hard and steady as horses hooves galloping.

You wriggle forward until you feel the smooth underside of his cock sliding under your messily slick folds, still wet from the orgasm the Prince had bestowed upon you with his mouth. A flicker of dark enjoyment ignites in you when you see a line between his brows as he knits them together and watches as you lift your skirts so he can watch you sliding back and forward along the length of his cock.

“Do you enjoy watching me do this, Your Highness?” you ask as you grind against him.

“I would enjoy watching you do anything,” he says, pushing your gown out of the way to take hold of your hips. “Du bist schön.”

You pause. “Do what?” 

“Nothing. Please. Don’t stop.” He presses his thumbs into your hipbones, urging you to create friction against him again. 

“You don’t want to fuck me?”

“Isn’t - isn’t that what we’re doing?” stutters Prince Friedrich. 

“Oh, my sweet Prince.” You bring your hand to his jaw as you lift yourself so you can position the head of his cock between your soaking folds with your other hand. “We’re only just getting started.”

You lock eyes with him and watch his face contort in pleasure as you slowly sink down, inch by glorious fucking inch. “Oh gott,” he whines. Your German is poor but you’re pretty confident you know what that means. 

“Let me know when you’re going to spill - I don’t want to carry your bastard,” you murmur, still cupping his face. “Do you understand?”

“Ja,” he says through gritted teeth. “I understand.”

You’re not sure he really does but that primal part of your brain that wants to fuck him now and worry about the consequences later tells you to shove your hips down against the resistance. You force the rest of his thick cock into you and inhale through your teeth, feeling the delicious way he stretches and fills you. His hands clamp down hard on your hips, his thumbs pressing fresh bruises into your hipbones. 

They don’t make them like this in Kettering. Or London for that matter. Equal parts sweet and naive yet firm and decisive. He doesn’t know what he wants yet but he still wants it. Desperately. 

As if proving your point, you lean forward to feel the beautiful way he drags out of you and he seizes the opportunity to bury his face into your cleavage, your corseted dress making it exceptionally easy for him. 

He moans open-mouthed against your chest, his tongue sloppily trying to find your nipple. You move your hips back and down and wildfire bursts in your lower belly when his cock nudges against that sweet spot you’ve been longing for. 

It’s not enough for him - he wants more. He lifts his hips and the tip of his cock drives against your G-spot.

“Oh - fuck. Freidrich. That feels good.”

“So it is okay for me to move too?” he asks.

“Please,” you murmur, closing your eyes and feeling him slide back into you at that perfect angle. 

You don’t need to tell him twice.

He rolls his hips upwards to meet yours as you ride him. You can hear how fucking wet you are.  Everything is slick and hot and drenched as you roll your hips up and down on top of him and he fucks himself into you.

“So schön,” he grunts and the foreign words sound guttural to your ears. 

“I hope that means ‘good’,” you tease, leaning forward to breathe hot air onto his neck.

“Pretty,” he murmurs in your ear. “So pretty.”

“Oh,” is all you can manage as his hips pick up pace. Fuck - you like him being under you like this. Even here, in the stables where someone might come looking if they notice that Prince Friedrich is missing from his chambers. 

The sound of your stretched, wet cunt fills the stables so obscenely that it peppers shame into your consciousness. But he hears it too. He jerks up so fiercely that his balls slap against you. You suck air in through your teeth at the sharp sting and he looks concerned but you reassure him. “It’s - oh fuck - keep going. Right there.”

You go from slamming yourself down on him to your whole body stiffening, letting him drive up into you as your hot orgasm approaches, creeping over you in pulsing waves. Your walls grip him, tightening and convulsing as -

“I should - tja - remove myself from inside you -” he stops thrusting up into you and you almost wail with disappointment.

“No - fuck - keep going.” What are you saying? You rock your hips and bounce on him, every nerve inside you applauding your decision to ignore your conscience as you manage to hang onto the precipice. “Don’t stop.”

“I’m going to -”

“Fuck it,” you heave, your walls squeezing impossibly tighter as you fuck yourself on him. “Cum in me. I don’t care.” What the fuck are you saying?!

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you breathe. 

It’ll be fine. 

You’ve had an accident or two and have been lucky so far.

You may as well have told the Prince that Christmas had come early. The sight of your flushed face, dishevelled hair and the way your tits are threatening to spill out of your dress with every bounce of your hips drives him wild. 

Frankly, you’re the most deliciously intoxicating thing he’s ever experienced. He just doesn’t have the necessary vocabulary to tell you this in English.

By this point, “Oh gott,” is the only thing he says that you can understand. You hardly hear the rest as he babbles away in German - you can barely hear anything over the pulse of blood pounding in your ears as Friedrich picks up his pace again. Your body locks down around him so tightly you wonder if you might break him. 

“Just like that - fuck, there,” you whimper. He takes the instruction well, driving his cock deep into you - exactly where you need it. The coil of heat in your core tightens impossibly tighter as he chokes words you don’t understand into your ear as he pulls you close to his chest

Maybe one day he’ll teach you what those words mean and you’ll find out that he was telling you what a good girl you are for taking his cock like this.

“Fuck - I’m - that’s it,” you sob, your chest heaving against his fine silk shirt and your fingers entwined in his soft blonde hair. You squeeze around him like a vice. “Friedrich, I -”

“Do it,” he groans. You hadn’t expected him to say that. And certainly not with the commanding tone he chooses. “Let me feel it.”

The coil inside you snaps. A blaze of white-hot fire bursts through you like stitches being ripped. You seize and cry out as your release whips through you with such force that you think you might go cross-eyed. You bury your face into his neck, smelling the rich sandalwood scent splashed on his skin, mixed with his sweat. 

Freidrich keeps his tight hold of your hips, fucking into you even as you shake and tremble. 

“Ich komme,” breathes the Prince. “Ich komme, ich komme.” It only takes a few more rough, slapping thrusts until you don’t have to guess what that means. You feel him finishing inside you, thick ropes of his spend painting your insides. 

You lie here like this for a few moments, collapsed onto his chest and feeling his seed leaking out of you. You feel dizzy as his chest rises and falls underneath you and his fingers tenderly trace lines up and down your back. He closes his eyes, feeling the satin of your gown as his fingertips dance across it.

You could easily fall asleep like this.

Instead, you hoist yourself off him and lie flat on your back as if unattaching yourself from him will place a barrier between you. Put a halt to the immense surge of affection you feel for him in this moment. But he doesn’t let you get far. Prince Friedrich rolls onto his side and cups your face, his thumb tracing your cheekbone and skirting across your lips before he leans down to kiss you. You close your eyes, letting the kiss dissolve into a wet, lazy haze.

He pulls back and looks down into your eyes. “I promised I would not ask for your hand when this was over. So I have nothing else to say.”

“At least now you are prepared for the social season beginning tomorrow.”

“I don’t care about the season. I want to leave. Tonight. To take you with me.”

“I don’t have the wealth or the beauty for that to be allowed to happen,” you say. “The Queen would never find us to be a suitable match. Never mind Lady Whistledown having a field day.”

“You have more than enough of both for me.”

“For you, Friedrich. But not enough for Prince Friedrich. Not enough for The Crown,” you say, your heart breaking as you do. This was a bad idea, after all. You adjust your gown and get to your feet, pretending to ignore Prince Friedrich’s attempts to help you up.

“And what about my - my seed? What if you’re with child?”

You laugh mirthlessly. “We’d have to be exceptionally unlucky for that to happen on our first try. Put it far from your mind. Go and meet with the diamond of the season tomorrow and all of the ladies queuing up to become the Princess Consort of Prussia. They will make you much happier than I ever could.”

You walk towards the stable door but he takes your hand and gives you your discarded gloves. “Please don’t go.”

“I’m sorry, Friedrich.” You can’t. You can hear the gossip already. A thousand people whispering behind your back about how you’re not good enough for the Prince. It would be like that every day for the rest of your life in the spotlight if you did marry him. You tear your eyes away from him and open the stable door. 

“Will I ever see you again?” he asks after you.

You pause and turn around. “Perhaps.” You smile at him sadly. “Who knows? If I am with child, maybe you’ll have no choice but to whisk me away back to Prussia and marry me, never to be seen in London ever again. And everyone will wonder why.”

You turn back before he can see your face crumble, leaving the stable door open behind you as Prince Friedrich watches you leave into the night. Your mare whinnies, nudging him gently over her stable door.

Prince Friedrich gives in to her pestering and scratches her neck, much to her enjoyment. Before dawn, he will write a letter. To make sure a stall is prepared for Artemis in the palace stables in Prussia.

Just in case.

[alxtiny]

Her Favourite Muse | Kim Hongjoong x reader

Synopsis: where you dedicate your work to your favourite muse

Pairing: kim hongjoong x fashion designer!reader, domestic au

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: none :)

Notes: happy late birthday to captain hongjoong!! How i wish to be on time someday :’)

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You sat huddled up on the sofa in your design studio. It was almost 2 am, but you had work to do, your hands danced furiously against the paper, the silhouette of your thoughts coming alive. You had just one person in mind, Hongjoong. He was a man who had always stood apart, unapologetically himself in every way. He loved fashion, it was more than just clothes to him. Pieces that were bold, daring, and didn’t conform to conservatism, spoke to him, just like they did to you. He was your greatest muse. It was his way of self-expression, and that’s exactly why you knew you had to do something special for his birthday.

What once was a passing thought, a future project, was now put in motion: a whole collection, inspired by Hongjoong. Every stitch, every cut, every detail would hold pieces of the way he wore his individuality on his sleeve.

…

You were in the final stages of your Kim Hongjoong-inspired collection. The pieces were diverse—bold colors, asymmetrical cuts, intricate details that were both elegant and abstract . There were jackets with painted backs, pants that played with patches and nets, and shoes that made a statement. It was his style, but also your creative interpretation of it. You had even incorporated some of his signature elements and subtle references to the Ateez lore.

Your social media had been buzzing with reactions of fans from the subtle hints you had been dropping, but Hongjoong had no idea what was coming. He’d noticed the occasional post about your ‘new collection,’ but you’d kept the specifics under wraps. And he’d played along, always asking teasing questions, but you’d only smile and change the subject, thankfully he wouldn’t pry further.

…

It was finally 7th November, Hongjoong’s birthday and the eve of the release of your new collection. The day had been eventful, with the drop of Hongjoong’s wonderwall cover and his birthday live, Atiny were already pretty hyped about his birthday, but you had something more exciting to wait for.

After all the main festivities, you pulled him aside, a twinkle of excitement in your eyes. "Hey, I need you to come with me for a bit. There’s something I want you to try on." You dragged him to your home studio, made him stand on the small revolving step in the middle of the room and pulled out a rack with a few outfits.

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow. "Hmm? What’s with this sudden fashion show?" he asked with a playful smile.

You turned to him. “Please, just trust me, okay? You’re gonna love this.”

He narrowed his eyes at you but relented anyway. “Alright, alright. I’m ready for whatever you’ve got in mind."

You walked him through each piece, carefully pulling them out one by one. The first outfit was an asymmetrical cut vest with light marbled golden accents, along with black denim pants that slit down the sides and were stitched to a shimmery tulle to give it a flare. It was perfect on him, crafted exactly to his tastes.

“Try it on quickly,” you urged him, grinning as he hesitated.

Hongjoong slipped into the outfit, and your eyes flickered with anticipation. The fabric hugged his frame, and the gold glimmered under the studio lights. But you weren’t done yet. You handed him a pair of heeled boots with similar patterns as the vest and intricate embroidery along the edges. You finished by adding a few chains and tied scarves around the pants as accessories.

“Wow, this is beautiful,” Hongjoong murmured, turning in the mirror. "But, wait, what is this for...?"

You gave him an aloof smile. “Just wait.”

Outfit after outfit, you had him try on more pieces. Some aiming for comfort, some for elegance and others for rebellion. Each piece was meant to feel like him: distinct, unpredictable, and designed with a touch of eccentricity.

Hongjoong laughed softly as he slipped into one final ensemble: a deep navy velvet jumpsuit with embroidered constellations on the back, shimmering under the light. "This looks like something out of a dream," he said in awe. "But really... why all this?"

“You’ll see,” you said. "All in good time."

…

The next day, you were at your office, brainstorming for new ideas, when your assistant burst into your room, her eyes wide. “You have to see this! Your new collection—it’s trending everywhere!”

Excited, you quickly pulled up your brand’s website and Instagram, and your heart skipped a beat. The entire collection had just been officially announced, it was posted a few hours earlier than you expected and it was already causing a stir across the fashion community.

The site was flooded with preorders, and your social media accounts were exploding with likes, comments, and shares. Fans were already calling the collection "out of this world," with many pointing out how the designs resembled Hongjoong’s style, calling it pieces from his closet.

You felt your heart swell with pride, knowing that Hongjoong had indeed inspired every single piece.

Your phone buzzed, and you immediately answered. It was Hongjoong.

“Is this... is this really all for me?” His voice cracked, and you could hear the emotion in it. "This... this is my birthday gift? You sure are sneaky"

You could hear the disbelief in his voice, but also the love and gratitude. “It’s all you,” you replied softly. “I wanted you to know how much you inspire me, and how much I love you.”

Hongjoong was silent for a moment, and when he spoke again, his voice was thick with emotion. “I don’t know what to say… thank you. Thank you for this, and for always believing in me, loving me the way you do. I love you so much.”

You face held a lovesick grin. “I love you too, Hongjoong. More than anything.”

…

You decided to share some of the behind-the-scenes moments on your personal Instagram. Pictures of Hongjoong in few of the outfits—laughing, posing, showing off the bold looks with a sparkle in his eye. There were shots of you two together, of other times, his arms wrapped around you as you worked.

You captioned the post with a simple, heartfelt message: "To my favourite muse - Happy birthday to the one who inspires me every day, in every way. This collection is for you, Hongjoong, because no one does it quite like you."

The likes and comments poured in, as fans showered you both with love. Atiny was overjoyed, seeing their favorite couple share such a beautiful, heartfelt moment.

Hongjoong, browsing through your post, wrote under it: “I’ll cherish this forever. Thank you for everything. - Your favourite muse”

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[cool-fancier]

A Runway To Remember

Synopsis: A renowned fashion designer's romance with a K-pop fashion icon blossoms amid Parisian glamour, culminating in a breathtaking runway debut and promising future together.

Word count:1.3K

The world knew you as a famous fashion designer, a visionary behind the most coveted brand of the modern era. Your designs graced the covers of high-end magazines and adorned the elite. Yet, amidst the glamour and glitz, the most unexpected revelation was your relationship with Jennie Kim, the idol turned fashion icon. When the news broke, fans were ecstatic, their support only bolstering the love you shared.

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and you and Jennie were nestled on the couch in your Parisian apartment, basking in each other's presence. The city of love seemed even more enchanting with her by your side.

"Can you believe it's been six months since we went public?" you mused, twirling a strand of Jennie's hair around your finger.

Jennie smiled, her eyes sparkling with affection. "Time flies when you're happy, doesn't it?"

You nodded, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I have something I want to ask you, Jen."

"Oh? What is it?" Jennie turned to face you, curiosity piqued.

You took a deep breath, your heart pounding with excitement and a hint of nervousness. "How would you feel about walking the runway for my Spring 25 line?"

Jennie's eyes widened in surprise. "Me? Walk the runway?"

You nodded eagerly. "Yes, you. I know it's a lot to ask, but you embody everything my brand stands for—grace, elegance, strength. It would mean the world to me."

Jennie hesitated, biting her lower lip. "I don't know... I've never done a runway show before."

"I understand, but I believe in you. You have the presence and the poise. And I'll be right there with you, every step of the way," you assured her, taking her hands in yours.

Jennie looked into your eyes, seeing the sincerity and love. She sighed, a small smile forming on her lips. "Okay, I'll do it. For you."

You let out a whoop of joy, pulling her into a tight embrace. "Thank you, thank you! You have no idea how much this means to me."

The days leading up to the show were a whirlwind of preparations. You were meticulously designing and overseeing every detail of the collection, while Jennie practiced her runway walk with determination. The anticipation grew, and the fashion world buzzed with speculation about what surprises your show would hold.

— — — — — —

On the morning of the show, you found Jennie in the dressing room, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She wore a stunning ensemble—a purple gown, flowing and elegant, with intricate lace detailing that shimmered under the lights. Paired with strappy heels that accentuated her long legs, her hair styled in loose waves and flawless makeup, Jennie looked every bit the fashion icon.

"You look perfect," you whispered, wrapping your arms around her from behind and resting your chin on her shoulder.

Jennie blushed, her cheeks tinged with a rosy hue. "You're just saying that because you're biased."

"No, I'm saying it because it's true," you insisted, turning her around to face you. "You are stunning, and you are going to wow everyone out there."

Jennie smiled, her nerves easing slightly. "Thank you. I just want to make you proud."

"You already do, every day," you said, leaning in to give her a good luck kiss.

Jennie giggled, gently pushing you away. "You're messing up my lipstick!"

The staff around you chuckled at the cute exchange, the room filled with warmth and affection. You watched as Jennie took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders and preparing herself for the spotlight.

— — — — — —

The venue was packed, the audience buzzing with anticipation. As the lights dimmed and the music began, models started to strut down the runway, showcasing your latest creations. Each piece was a testament to your skill and creativity, but the highlight of the evening was yet to come.

When Jennie stepped onto the runway, the crowd erupted in applause. She walked with confidence and grace, every step exuding elegance. Halfway down the runway, Jennie paused for a moment, striking a pose that showcased the dress's intricate details. You couldn't help but beam with pride at her confidence and beauty.

Seeing her pause, you couldn't resist. Ignoring your usual reservations about public displays of affection, you hurried up to meet her. Leaning in close, you congratulated her with a kiss on the cheek, a brief moment of intimacy that spoke volumes about your love.

The audience cheered even louder at the sight, thrilled to see you both together. Jennie smiled at you gratefully before continuing her walk to the end of the runway, where she gracefully turned and walked back, capturing every eye in the room.

As she returned backstage, Jennie was greeted by her managers, Allison and Hhuit, who were both grinning mischievously.

"Caught in the act, huh?" Allison teased, showing you a playful wink.

You laughed, a bit embarrassed but unable to wipe the smile off your face. "I couldn't help myself. She looked incredible out there."

"She did," Hhuit agreed, snapping a quick photo of you two. "You make quite the power couple."

— — — — — —

The success of the show was celebrated that night at the after party, with friends, colleagues, and well-wishers sharing their congratulations. Amidst the festivities, you found a quiet moment together, standing on the balcony and gazing at the twinkling lights of Paris.

"Thank you for believing in me," Jennie said softly, resting her head on your shoulder.

"Thank you for trusting me," you replied, kissing the top of her head. "This is just the beginning, Jen. With you by my side, there's nothing we can't achieve."

As you held her close, the city's lights reflected in her eyes, shimmering like stars. Below, the sounds of laughter and music mingled with the soft murmur of the Seine flowing nearby. It was a moment of peace and accomplishment, a rare pause in the whirlwind of your lives.

"You know," Jennie began, breaking the silence, "I never imagined I'd find myself walking a runway in Paris, let alone for someone I love."

You chuckled softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "Life has a funny way of surprising us, doesn't it?"

"It does," she agreed, smiling up at you. "But I'm grateful for every moment, especially the ones like this."

The night stretched on, filled with shared stories and laughter, as friends and colleagues toasted to your success. Among them were Allison and Hhuit, who continued to tease good-naturedly whenever they caught you stealing glances at each other.

"You two are like something out of a fairy tale," Allison remarked, raising her glass.

Hhuit nodded, a playful smirk on his face. "The power couple of fashion and music, taking over the world."

You couldn't help but laugh, feeling a surge of pride not just in your own accomplishments, but in the strength and beauty of the relationship you and Jennie shared. Each glance, each touch, spoke of a partnership built on mutual respect, admiration, and above all, love.

As the night wound down and guests began to bid their farewells, you and Jennie found yourselves once again alone on the balcony. The air was cool, a gentle breeze carrying the scent of spring blossoms.

"Today was unforgettable," Jennie murmured, leaning against the railing beside you.

"It was," you agreed, wrapping an arm around her waist. "And it's only the beginning."

Jennie turned to face you, her gaze unwavering. "I'm excited for our future, for all the adventures we'll have together."

"Me too," you whispered, leaning in to capture her lips in a tender kiss. It was a moment of quiet intimacy amidst the grandeur of the night, a promise of more moments like this to come.

As you held each other close, the lights of Paris continued to twinkle around you, a backdrop to the beginning of a new chapter in both your lives. Together, you knew, there was nothing you couldn't achieve.

[arclundarchivist]

Reading through the Heroes Ascension Book, and here’s the stuff I found that seemed like set up for future, likely sidelined story content :/

But there are also hints for stuff that could show up in the main blame through interactions and some possible new characters.

Rebuilding Ruins: Symmetra/Lifeweaver Story

• ⁠Lifeweaver is living at the Atlantic Arcology, which comes under attack by Null Sector, which could have been a major problem due to their “guests”.

• ⁠Symmetra is working against negative influences inside Vishkar, but how far that will get her is up in the air and Lifeweaver invites her to join him at the Arcology as a member of the “Collective”, an altruistic group of scientists and intellectuals.

Unity: Orisa/Efi Story

• ⁠Numbani comes under assault by Null Sector, with Humans defending their Omnic neighbors much more openly than other places.

• ⁠Efi creates a bunch of small drones to help defend Numbani, so that Orisa and her can leave Numbani to help people.

• ⁠Story ends with the pair planning on setting out immediately, and takes place around the same time as the Rio Mission, Efi may be seeking out Overwatch.

Luck of the Draw: Ashe Story

• ⁠Ashe and the Deadlocks were attempting to break into the Las Vegas criminal underground.

• ⁠Ashe nearly died defending BOB, who in turn is almost taken captive by Null Sector.

• ⁠It confirmed damaging or removing the “helmets” on an Omnic causes them to have a “seizure” and die. (What the fuck Rammatra?)

A Friendly Rivalry: Junkers Story.

• ⁠Junker Queen almost had Roadhog and Junkrat executed.

• ⁠Junkrat reveals his secret treasure: A giant airship stored within the last remnants of the Omnium beneath Junkertown. Queen and Hammond begin making plans to get it airborne again.

Thoughtless Gods: Hammond Story (And boy these is a lot of worldbuilding in this one)

• ⁠Direct sequel to the previous story.

• ⁠Reveals that Omnics remaining in the Outback are oddly feral and corrupted in some fashion, cannibalizing each other for parts and actively “hunting” Junkers. Hammond has no idea what caused this.

• ⁠Hammond remembers his time being experimented on the Moon Colony, he is apparently “older” than Winston has he gained awareness before hand, and sort of became a “big brother” to Winston.

• ⁠The apes and Hammond were not the first experiments. There were failures, apparently some other kind of animals, that are still up on the Moonbase. Hammond calls them “wrong”.

• ⁠The apes have a whole society, are building weapons and armor and may be constructing a whole new building/device on the Colony.

• ⁠Possible hints at the Mars Colony.

• ⁠Two apes are named. Oscar, unknown, and Dyson, a large, cruel Orangutan - feels like a character set up.

Where Honor Lives: Hanzo/Kiriko Story

• ⁠Shimada weaponry have “special energy tech”, throws more confusion on the “is this magic” question surrounding the Japanese characters abilities. The Hashimoto are attempting to copy the designs but “they can’t manifest the proper power”. (This seems to be due to Kiriko’s father purposefully give them shoddy work but they don’t know that).

• ⁠The Hashimoto can work with impunity in Tokyo, and are causing trouble even with Null Sector literally on the horizon.

• ⁠Hanzo and Kiriko’s interactions again confuse the whole age gap, because he treats her as if she was a tween when he was a teen.

• ⁠Hanzo joins Kiriko in protecting Kanezaka from the invasion.

Lost Ghosts: Soldier/Ana Story

• ⁠Ana splits from Jack after learning he’s been sitting on the list of Overwatch agent names using it to track Talon movements and not warning the targets. She isn’t joining Overwatch but is going to be trying to protect remaining Agents who haven’t answered the Recall but are not yet dead to Talon.

• ⁠We meet another old Overwatch agent Mirembe, who is thinking about answering the Recall, I think she’s the woman that was standing in the group photo from Ana’s trailer.

• ⁠Another, Kimiko, is named.

Lucky Man: Soldier/Sombra Story

• ⁠Sombra has been leaking info to Soldier, because she believes the cabal she is after is also to blame for that happened in Zurich.

• ⁠Jack has been hunting Talon as a proxy because he never truly believed they took down the HQ. He also doesn’t believe Reyes knew what was going to happen.

• ⁠Sombra and Jack seem to be set up to continue working together, and Jack is headed to Oasis hunting for more clues on the Cabal.

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

I think this latest article is as much a Kate slander piece as it is a manifestation PR for Meghan. It is certainly aimed at painting a certain picture as you pointed out.

There have been rumours that the PR company did a brand image survey for Meghan and most of the feedback they got was that the public is increasingly against Meghan because of how much she has bashed the BRF. It's been putting people off and it's one of the reasons Meghan isn't getting any work.

So putting it out there that from now on she will not rely of the total image is., Stay away from the royals is a way of reassuring prospective clients that she is overhauling her image and is looking for new work in her own right, as opposed to riding on Harry's coattails.

But it's odd, because to me it seems like she is now doing her own work vis a vis fashion influencer plus she is basking in any glory of any good work Harry does it., Invictus. She only stays away from.his controversial stuff like the book, polo and grovelling to the BRF and whining about his mean daddy taking away military roles. Everything else, she wants to be a part of.like it's her birthright.

As for the Kate bashing, yes of course she will do that. Because that's a sure shit way of antagonizing William. And she doesn't want Harry and William to be on any sort of good terms at all, now or in the future. I do think, Charles, for a his faults, has largely ghosted Harry since he became king. And any form of solid reconciliation has been left up to Williams descretion. This is probably mostly because Harry is also estranged from a lot of the extended family because of Meghan. (Except Eug maybe?).

Any plans that BP or the king's team is hinting at is merely for show, so that worse comes worst, in case of any eventuality (like a divorce or Harry's public humiliation) he will have some sort of landing pad back in London. Not an actual royal home or a royal role, but family sympathy. I dont think on a personal level, Charles, Camilla or William have any more fucks to give about Harry and his Scar cosplay.

Looking at Joe Jonas and Sophie's drama makes me think that meghan would certainly encourage Harry to go to England spend more time there, and then she will play a blinder like Joe did on Sophie.

On your last point (the Joe/Sophie drama) - there used to be an accurate tarot reader here in the early days whose reading on a Sussex divorce saw it happening during the wintertime and one of them would be blindsided by the filing. Seeing your comment here reminded me of that reading. It really does seem like Meghan is trying to line it up for a blinder. After all, Meghan hasn't had an original idea since the 1990s. Why not steal Joe Jonas's divorce strategy?

This is just my opinion but I think the brand analysis actually happened. I've done some research and my conclusion is that it is standard industry procedure to do a brand analysis any time there's an acquisition, no matter what kind of track record the individual has. (Another reason why I think there was one, and this is just my personal observation, is because Meghan is such a polarizing and controversial person. WME wouldn't have taken her on willy-nilly without understanding what they were getting themselves into, even if they signed her as a favor to Serena, as the text messages going around allege.)

And absolutely, anything the BRF does with Harry is largely because of familial duty. You can still be sympathetic to someone's struggles and help them through it without having to personally like them. If there's one thing the royal family understands, it's duty and they probably all collectively understand that giving Harry a landing pad is their duty - not exclusively because they're family but because the monarchy calls for it. There are probably parallels to Diana here - Diana did a lot of damage when she said she wasn't supported or helped, and Charles can't afford the crisis Harry will cause if he doesn't show up for Harry. (They were able to handle the drama Meghan stirred up during the Oprah interview by having The Queen point out that Meghan is an unreliable narrator and the only reason The Queen's statement worked is because she had 69 years of authority and respect behind her words. Charles is lucky no one rolls their eyes in his presence when he demands the same gravitas.)

[slickskullshock]

Hey guys i wrote an opinion/persuasive piece on MCR who wants to read it

Why My Chemical Romance is Almost Certainly Planning an Album Release

Based on the collective evidence many fans have gathered, the band that seems to be the center of emo music and culture, My Chemical Romance will release their fifth studio album on November 13, 2025. The members’ cryptic personal and social media behavior surrounding past releases, as well as their recent behavior surrounding the announcement of the “Long Live The Black Parade” stadium tour, among other things, present strong evidence for the dream of many long-time fans to come true: MCR5 will happen.

My Chemical Romance has always been a band that uses the creative, story-telling minds of its members to hide deeper meaning in every public interaction. During an obscure interview in the early 2000s, Gerard said he wanted to follow the same path as one of his and his brother Mikey’s favorite bands: The Smashing Pumpkins. Be together for twelve years, break up, then reunite six years later. My Chemical Romance formed in 2001, then broke up twelve years later in 2013, and then announced their reunion six years after that in 2019. At some point, the band had talked about how they wanted their future timeline to go, seeing as the prophetic interview came true. The band also mentioned, in a 2011 interview about their newly-released album Danger Days, that MCR5 was already “in the works.” Thirteen years of near inactivity surely gives them enough time to finish–or even rework and rewrite–an album.

My Chemical Romance had always been one for playing characters onstage, sometimes even to the point of cosplaying their own creations. During MCR’s most recent tour, the Swarm tour, Gerard wore many elaborate costumes (as per usual). The outfits seemed random on their own, but when put next to each other, have a cohesive feeling, as if they were pieces in a designer collection or characters from a story. This type of expression through fashion is not a new thing for the band, and especially not for Gerard, as we see in many of his comic books that his characters are often very unique in their sense of style. In the newly released video “Long Live,” there is a character that the MCRmy has dubbed “The Secretary” due to the fact that Gerard wore the same costume, which he called the by same name, in 2022. Likewise, the appearance of the video character “The Dictator” wears a similar outfit to Gerard’s red, World-War-II-esque military outfit that fans are now calling by the character’s name. The similarity between the singer’s tour costumes and the costumes of the video characters lead many fans to believe that this new lore has been planned since at least 2022.

In the beginning of “Long Live,” the Dictator says something in another language to his guards. There are subtitles on screen, however they don’t give insight as to what the Dictator might be saying because they are in a mysterious and cryptic made-up language with a made-up alphabet. A linguist was mentioned in the credits. Considering that both Gerard and Mikey Way have written graphic novels with fictional languages, it seems unlikely that MCR would work with a linguist if they only intended to use the alphabet for the videos and the tour.

In addition to working with a linguist, it seems doubtful that the band would create new characters and new lore for, as well as tour for, an album that is only eighteen years old. That is not a significant anniversary, like twenty or thirty years would be. Many fans think that this new information and new tour for The Black Parade is hinting at some kind of not-yet-announced album. This amount of preparation and storytelling is simply too much for just a tour.

Finally, in the caption of Long Live, the band writes, “...for the first time in six thousand two hundred and forty six days, their work privilege ceremoniously reinstated, will be His Grand Immortal Dictator’s National Band… The Black Parade.” This in-character statement is obviously alluding to “The Black Parade” as the characters that My Chemical Romance played onstage in the late 2000’s, not the album itself. Though, if one does decide to take the time and count the days, (and of course if they have done a quick Google search to find out when the last Black Parade show was), they will find that, as of right now, it has not yet been six thousand two hundred and forty-six days since October 7th, 2008. As of November 24th, 2024, it has only been five thousand eight hundred and ninety-two days. So, when is six thousand two hundred and forty-six days since October 7th, 2008? November 13th, 2025. Which happens to be exactly one year after their first tour announcement video “Long Live" was released.

My Chemical Romance’s fifth studio album will be released on the 13th of November in 2025. The slight, nearly unnoticeable details and clues the band has carefully left for fans to piece together have finally started to create a bigger picture. The costumes, the characters, the mysterious numbers, and the never-ending, puzzle-solving minds of fans have begun to take the shape of something new. Something millions of people have wanted for years: New music from My Chemical Romance.

[musingmemories]

@fablesuntold sent: « “Here take my coat.” » Cheong-san to On-jo.

I-sak was gone.

Here one minute, a zombie the next, the way I-sak had spoken started with confusion, then words of betrayal and bitterness made I-sak sound completely unlike herself until she snapped. To the point On-Jo wondered if it was just a bad dream she’d wake up from with I-sak bursting into her room to collect her for whatever shenanigans she’d thought of for the day. Instead... I-sak fell from the window, never to be seen or heard from again. There’d been no last hug, no last exchange of laughter or teasing, no share of future plans or deep discussions about life and love. On-jo had to let go. Emotionally… then physically, releasing her hold on her best friend’s ice cold hand and watched her fall.

I-sak was just… gone, and On-jo had stood there helpless the entire time, unable to do a thing to save her. It brought on the harsh reality, settled in and chilled On-jo to the bone, threatening to make her completely numb so she couldn’t feel — confirmed that zombies were real, and that the people she knew and loved could die. Without I-sak, the world was empty, her light gone and left without it had plunged On-jo’s into monochrome.

I-sak’s death meant the end of the world.

There wasn’t anyone On-jo cared about anymore.

A broken response uttered only to Cheong-san, hoping that by not caring — or claiming she didn’t — meant she wouldn’t be able to hurt anymore. Her dad wasn’t here, and without knowing if life outside the confined walls of the school existed, their hope of contacting the anyone else was destroyed. The only other person that she might’ve cared about was Cheong-san and well… he hated her.

The cold she felt radiated off her body, grief a black hole that threatened to pull her under. On-jo shivered despite the warm weather shimmering from clear, sunny skies, the classroom’s height almost capable of making them forget the terrors that lurked below. Like heaven and hell, the school’s air conditioning system not working and each one of them in need of cool showers to cleanse themselves of sweat, dirt, and blood. Who knew if they’d ever have that chance again?

‘Here, take my coat.’

Tunnel vision still set in, On-jo’s gaze slowly traveled up the lanky frame of Cheong-san… lingering around her despite the intended jab she’d made to make him leave her alone. Without giving her a chance to decline, and then argue, he draped his uniform blazer over her knees, sliding down the wall to sit directly beside her. Such a gentle action made On-jo want to cry, pieces of herself already shattered and unable to know whether or not she could be put back together again. “Don’t do that…” She warned, keeping her glassy stare fixated on the fabric of his coat. “Act nice because you feel guilty for being mean all this time. It’s not gonna get you into heaven.” If there was such a thing, On-jo thought bitterly, before finally glancing over at Cheong-san. “It’s too hot for a coat anyway...” But in true stubborn fashion, On-jo made no move to give it back, nor was there a hint of gratitude. If everything else was going to shit… she needed her constant, and that was Cheong-san to act like nothing was wrong and everything was okay to keep her going. Unbeknownst to her… he was her pillar.

[jeonginssa]

front row faeries | everything i know is a lie

a/n: i had to give one of my fave gg members a lil cameo 🙈

word count: 945

pairing: yoon jeonghan x reader

genre: idol jeonghan, fashion designer reader, forbidden romance, slow burn, shin ryujin is yn’s sister, ?enemies? to lovers

warnings: none i dont think

taglist: @junhour

The next day was the start of Market, a time where buyers and editors would be coming to your showroom to view your collection up close and hopefully decide they want to use some of the clothes in their shoots or stores. Part of you didn’t know what to expect with all of these new people in your showroom for the first time. Before your show there had only ever been a handful of people who had had the opportunity to set foot in your studio. It was strange but exhilarating watching them touch your pieces and mutter observations to their assistants as they looked at each item with painstaking attention to detail.

One by one you spoke to each buyer about which pieces they would like in their store and their feedback on possible tweaks in the future and to each editor about the spreads they wanted to use your clothes in and exactly which pieces would fit what they were looking for. You knew one of the outfits was a slightly riskier choice but you couldn’t help but feel a little sad for it when it was the only one not chosen.

You were about to throw yourself a pity party when you picked up your phone and realised that among the new instagram followers you had gained after your show was a profile that stood out. Yoon Jeonghan. So that was his name. You browsed his page and discovered that he was a member of a group called Seventeen, he was a year older than you and he was as photogenic as he was fashionable. Then something caught your eye, “following: 14.” From your snooping you had already established that Seventeen had 13 members and your suspicions were confirmed when you clicked on the follower count to find that he was following the 12 other members, his company, and you. It had to be a mistake, right? You checked your notifications to see when he followed you, 8 minutes ago. As if on cue, your phone went into overdrive. You had so many notifications that your phone froze as soon as someone tried to call you. Reluctantly you turned it off and saw to the last couple of editors before leaving a to do list with your assistant and making your excuses for needing to head home to deal with an urgent matter. What the hell was happening?

Upon reaching your apartment you found your sister, Ryujin sat outside your door, phone outstretched.

“What the hell is this?” A buzzfeed article with your ten seconds of eye contact plastered all over it dominated her screen.

“Something tells me I know even less than you do.”

“How is that possible?”

“I didn’t even know that guys name until he followed me and my phone blew up.”

“Do you have any idea how insane him following you is?”

“I mean, not really but the way my phone overheated gave me a slint hint. Look can we go inside, this probably isn’t the best place to talk about this?”

“Lead the way, unnie!” You keyed in the code to your door and made a note to self to change it after Ryujin left. You had an interesting relationship with your younger sister to say the least.

“There was this idol who accidentally followed another idol for about five minutes a few years ago, people are STILL talking about it! The fact that you aren’t an idol and you’ve only just had your first runway show is scandalous. What’s more is that he’s still following you which means it was intentional!”

“I don’t know what to say, I’m as baffled as everyone else.”

“Did you seriously not even talk to him? That few seconds of eye contact really is all that happened?”

“That really is it.”

“Whoa, I need to sit down, this is huge,” Ryujin plonked herself onto a bar stool next to your kitchen counter, “this is Yoon Jeonghan, he’s known as one of the few idols who genuinely does refuse to date anyone. Everything I know is a lie.”

“I hate to burst your bubble, Ryujin but we aren’t dating.”

“You may as well with the size of this scandal!”

“I don’t think this really constitutes a scandal, an idol just followed a designer. He models doesn’t he?”

“Respectfully, unnie, you don’t know the first thing about being an idol and I do and I’m telling you, THIS is a scandal.”

“I’ve had a glimpse into your life and it’s exhausting, no thank you. Don’t you think it’s kind of selfish for him to follow me? He had to know that it would get a reaction.”

“I mean it’s kind of bold but perhaps he was trying to get you some exposure? It’s kind of romantic in a way, a little bit of eye contact and he’s willing to battle his companies pr team. It must have been love at first sight.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, that doesn’t even exist.”

“Says the girl who just finished showing off her faerie outfits for everyone to see.”

“It’s a bit more nuanced than that but okay.”

“I’m just saying, he’s hot. A lot of female idols have approached him but he rejects them all.”

“That’s good for him but it would have been nice for him to ask me before he blew up my life if he planned on being so…”

“Romantic?” Ryujin smirked.

“Whatever. Anyway are we done here? I have to do damage control.”

“Say hi to Jeonghan for me!” Ryujin teased, closing the door behind her just in time to not be hit with the sofa cushion you had launched in her direction.

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[fxirybun]

💌 PAC: your future spouse's physical appearance (kinda ?)

a tarot req that i recently did in regards to appearance inspired me to make a pac.

this is a collective reading ! take what resonates and leave what doesn't. i cannot guarantee 100% accuracy. take the pac reading lightly ჱ̒ ｰ̀֊ｰ́ )

ෆ⸒⸒ grapes 🍇

their physical appearance may change over time and at the same time i'm getting a hunched that your FS haven't found their style yet. it is possible that they might not "fit" into today's standard of beauty, there is something unconventional about their attributes that makes them stand out from the rest. i can see that your FS will have these one or two striking features. this feature is what makes them distinctive and i can't even point it out (sorry). i do feel that their personality plays a factor here in regard to your FS' looks. maybe perhaps they have a unique style or there's a certain way they present themselves that gives a hint as to who they are. sharp and soft features are prominent in this reading. they are above average in terms of height.

ෆ⸒⸒ cherry 🍒

i'm getting that your FS is more on the serious spectrum. they may be older than you and if not , it is possible that they look mature for their age. i sensed that they have "layers" on their face due to their personal experiences and would rather conceal or hide it away. you might also feel a sudden intensity once you meet your FS because of it. they have this "tired" eyes that was due to stress. same with pile 1 , there's a possibility that their physical appearance will evolve throughout their lifetime. they have some kind of feature that are subtle for others , but you'll be the first person to notice it. they have an acquired taste in what they wear. fluffy yet messy hair. your FS is someone who moves quickly and seemed to be well groomed.

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there is something youthful about your FS' appearance. it is possible that they may look younger than their age or could be someone who is younger than you. they have this soft and delicate features that can make the others in awe. large , rounded eyes and a cheeky smile. i sensed that their looks may mature as they age , especially with their taste in fashion once they got a grasp in what they think suits them. going back , because of your FS' appearance others may perceived them as someone who seems to be approachable and friendly. they seem to be the type of person who is expressive with their facial expressions and their style of clothing. they may act as a softie and isn't afraid to feel vulnerable , submissive even. your FS is giving golden retriever vibes and i find it sweet 🥹

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Safeguarding Your Workforce in Chennai: A Comprehensive Guide to ISO 45001 Certification in Chennai / Uncategorized / By Factocert Mysore

ISO 45001 Certification in Chennai 

ISO 45001 Certification in chennai, the bustling capital of Tamil Nadu, is a hub of company enterprise corporation corporation and trade. From thriving manufacturing devices to burgeoning organisation sectors, the metropolis’s financial achievement hinges on its most treasured asset – its frame of human beings.

Ensuring the health and protection of personnel is not really an ethical responsibility; it’s far a strategic vital for corporations in Chennai. This is in which ISO 45001 certification in Chennai  steps in, offering a globally diagnosed framework for occupational fitness and protection (OH&S) manage systems.

Understanding ISO 45001 certification in Chennai 

Published in 2018, ISO 45001 certification in Chennai  is the global desired for OH&S manipulate structures. It supersedes the preceding well-known, OHSAS 18001, and offers a complicated and whole method to workplace safety. 

Unlike a rigid set of hints, ISO 45001 certification in Chennai  gives crucial ideas that corporations can adapt to their particular goals. By implementing an ISO 45001-compliant OH&S MS, Chennai companies can display their power of thoughts to:

Preventing administrative center accidents and illnesses: The middle guiding precept of ISO 45001 certification in Chennai   is proactive danger identification, evaluation, and control. The recognition is on casting off risks or minimizing their effect on personnel earlier than accidents upward thrust up.

Continuously improving OH&S massive not unusual smooth simple performance: The favored emphasizes a cyclical method of placing goals, tracking improvement, and taking corrective actions to beautify protection measures through the years. This fosters a way of life of non-save you development in the organization business commercial enterprise company.

Complying with Indian regulations: ISO 45001 certification in Chennai  permits organizations adhere to relevant Indian labour jail pointers and safety guidelines set forth thru the Directorate General of Factory Advice and Labour Institutes (DGFA&LI) and u . S . A .-diploma our our our our our our our our bodies.

Advantages of ISO 45001 Certification in Chennai

Obtaining ISO 45001 certification in Chennai gives a massive fashion of benefits for organizations, making it a precious funding:

Enhanced Employee Morale and Engagement: A strong and healthful art work surroundings fosters a enjoy of safety and properly-being amongst personnel. , most crucial to prolonged motivation, productiveness, and reduced absenteeism.

Reduced Workplace Accidents and Incidents: Proactive identity and mitigation of risks considerably decrease the big shape of injuries and related charges, collectively with scientific charges, out of region workdays, and functionality court docket docket docket instances.

Lower Insurance Premiums: Demonstrating a energy of mind to safety via certification need to make organizations more attractive to coverage agencies, probable most important to decrease charges.

Improved Brand Reputation: Certification shows a business enterprise’s energy of mind to worker properly-being, improving its public picture and attracting pinnacle data in a aggressive marketplace.

Stronger Business Relationships: Certification instils self guarantee in customers and partners, fostering more potent collaborations and putting in vicinity doorways to new commercial enterprise corporation business business enterprise company corporation commercial enterprise company commercial enterprise enterprise possibilities, specifically for export-orientated companies.

Who Can Satisfy from ISO 45001 Certification in Chennai?

The beauty of ISO 45001 certification in Chennai  lies in its huge pertinence. Organizations of all sizes and in some unspecified time inside the future of numerous industries in Chennai can gain from certification, together with:

Manufacturing: Automobile factories, fabric generators, chemical flowers, and super manufacturing gadgets.

Construction: Building businesses, engineering companies, infrastructure development duties, and actual belongings developers.

Information Technology (IT) and Business Process Outsourcing (BPO): Companies with large workforces strolling in ergonomically touchy environments.

Healthcare: Hospitals, clinics, and pharmaceutical businesses, in which worker protection and hygiene are paramount.

Hospitality: Hotels, inns, and ingesting locations, making sure a strong artwork surroundings for body of personnel and a robust revel in for site visitors.

Logistics and Transportation: Warehousing centers, delivery organizations, and transportation hubs are regions in which manual hard paintings and heavy tool pose capacity dangers.

The Path to ISO 45001 Certification in Chennai

The technique of obtaining ISO 45001 certification in Chennai typically includes the subsequent steps:

Gap Analysis: An preliminary assessment is completed to select out out the discrepancies among your present OH&S practices and the requirements of ISO 45001 certification in Chennai  

Developing an OH&S Management System: A custom designed device is created that outlines your enterprise employer’s protection guidelines, techniques, hazard manipulate techniques, and crook compliance framework.

Implementation: The OH&S MS is finished inside the direction of the company, along problem employee schooling on safety protocols, chance identification, and emergency techniques.

Internal Audit: An inner audit is finished to affirm the tool’s effectiveness and recognize regions for improvement in advance than the certification body audit.

Certification Body Audit: A certified certification frame conventional via manner of using the Quality Council of India (QCI)

Conclusion 

In surrender, ISO 45001 certification in Chennai gives a compelling opportunity for agencies in Chennai to prioritize and demonstrably enhance the fitness and safety of their body of human beings. By implementing a sturdy OH&S manage device and undertaking certification, companies can create a greater robust art work surroundings, lessen accidents, enhance employee morale, beautify brand recognition, and gain a competitive element. 

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Unique Diwali Gifts for Men - Top Online Gift Ideas 2023

Diwali, or the Festival of Lights, is a time for celebration, fellowship, and the exchanging of unique and meaningful gifts. Gifting something very exceptional is one of the most considerate ways to convey your love and appreciation during this important occasion. Watches, with their ageless elegance and importance, make one of the best Diwali gift ideas.

Looking for the ideal Diwali gift? Sylvi watch brand, known for its gorgeous wristwatches, has created a collection that not only shows time but also tells a narrative. Let's have a look at why watches are great Diwali gifts for men and look at some of Sylvi's best picks for gifts.

Why Watches Make Great Diwali Gifts for Men?

Watches are more than just timepieces. They are manifestations of personal style, sophistication, and taste. Here are some of the reasons why watches are excellent Diwali gifts:

Timeless Symbolism: Watches represent treasured moments in life and the value of time. Giving a watch expresses your wishes for a prosperous and punctual future.

Versatility: Watches may be worn for a variety of circumstances, from formal engagements to informal outings. They're a daily item that goes with everything.

Meaningful Gesture: A kind gesture is to choose a timepiece that complements the recipient's style and personality. It exhibits your knowledge of their preferences.

Top Unique Diwali Gift Ideas from Sylvi

Sylvi's watch line captures the joy of Diwali gifting. Each watch represents time, devotion, and style, making it the perfect gift for the important guys in your life. These watches are more than simply fashion accessories; they are declarations of artistry, quality, and elegance.

When you give a Sylvi watch as a Diwali gift, you're giving more than just a watch; you're offering a piece of eternal beauty. It's a gesture of gratitude and a reflection of your ongoing friendship with the receiver.

Here are a few noteworthy choices:

Classic Elegance: Iconic Watches

The "Iconic" series embodies classic elegance. These watches are minimalist in design, with clean lines and a concentration on luxury materials. As a result, the watch may be worn in both professional and casual contexts. Sylvi Iconic Watches are the ideal present for the man who values refinement and sophistication.

Sporty and Stylish: ProTimer Watches

The "ProTimer" series is ideal for the active and adventurous man. These timepieces blend sporting aspects with a fashionable appearance. They are designed to resist the rigours of an active lifestyle while keeping your loved one fashionable. Sylvi ProTimer Watches are a gift that goes well with their outgoing nature.

Traditional Charm: Timegrapher Watches

The "Timegrapher" line pays homage to classic watchmaking's eternal charm. These timepieces have vintage designs, superb craftsmanship, and a hint of nostalgia. Giving a watch from Sylvi Timegrapher Collection is a great way to celebrate both legacy and contemporary, making it an excellent gift for individuals who like classics.

Sleek and Modern: Imperial Watches

If your recipient is a current trendsetter, the "Imperial" series will pique their interest. This line is intended for urban professionals, with its sleek and contemporary appearance. The timepieces in the Sylvi Imperial Watch Collection combine aesthetics and utility to create a statement item for the fashion-forward guy.

Each watch in Sylvi's line has its own personality, allowing you to select the ideal fit for the man you're honouring this Diwali. The considerate gift of a Sylvi watch not only demonstrates your good taste but also represents the eternal moments of time.

These are just a few of the excellent timepieces in Sylvi's Diwali collection. Each watch has its own distinct characteristics and personality, allowing you to choose the ideal present for the important men in your life.

Shopping Online for Diwali Watches

Diwali gift shopping has never been easier. Sylvi's enormous collection may be explored online, making the procedure both simple and fun. The website has an easy-to-use layout that allows you to browse the handpicked range of timepieces.

When you select the watch that fits your image of the ideal Diwali gift, you can quickly purchase it and have it delivered to your home. Our online store provides a quick and safe buying experience, allowing you to share the joy of Diwali with your loved ones.

Personalization and Special Touch

While a watch is a significant and elegant present in and of itself, there is a chance to enhance its importance via personalization. Adding a personal touch to your Diwali gift may turn it into a treasured keepsake. Here are some ideas for making a unique watch gift:

Engravings: A personal message, a noteworthy date, or the recipient's name may be engraved on a wooden base with purchase of Sylvi watches. This simple yet thoughtful modification may turn a watch into a treasured family heirloom.

Gift-Ready Packaging: Choose a beautifully designed gift box and a thoughtful letter to go with the watch. This presentation adds a caring touch to your gift, making it even more unique.

Adding a personal touch not only assures the watch's originality but also communicates to the recipient that you took the time and effort to pick a present that resonates with their personality. Furthermore, when ordering a Sylvi watch, you can have a personal message engraved on a wooden base for just Rs 49, making it an even more unusual and unforgettable present. Get more information on the Sylvi personalised watch features here.

Gifting Sylvi: A Symbol of Quality and Style

When you give a Sylvi watch as a Diwali gift, you are providing a mark of quality and flair as well as a timepiece. Sylvi is a company recognised for its dedication to quality, and its timepieces show a blend of craftsmanship and modern design.

Sylvi's watches are more than simply accessories; they are declarations of luxury and uniqueness. Giving a Sylvi watch expresses your admiration for quality as well as your awareness of the recipient's refined taste.

Conclusion

The passion for giving and sharing delight grows stronger as Diwali approaches. Choosing a one-of-a-kind Diwali gift may be a joyful experience, especially when you consider Sylvi watches. These magnificent watches are much more than simply a method to keep track of time; they convey your best wishes, appreciation, and thoughtfulness.

Celebrate Diwali with Sylvi this year. Explore the finest collection of men's watches, select the one that best represents your concept of the ideal gift, and make this Diwali extra memorable for the guys in your life.

May your Diwali be filled with warmth, love, and the joy of giving as the Festival of Lights brightens our lives. Visit Sylvi's Diwali Collection today to see the entire collection of unique Diwali gifts for guys.

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