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[admisssion]

PU CET UG Preparation 2025: Tips, Strategy & Guide

The Punjab University Common Entrance Test (PU CET UG) is a significant exam for students aspiring to pursue undergraduate courses in various fields like Science, Engineering, and other specialized programs at Punjab University. Preparing for this exam can be challenging, but with a well-structured plan, you can increase your chances of success. In this guide, we’ll cover everything you need to know to prepare effectively for PU CET UG 2025.

[cookieclover]

I thought I'd finally do a proper introduction/masterpost for my blog!

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Hi! You can call me Cookie, I’m a self-taught artist from Poland, obsessed with transformers for QUITE some time now ^^ Currently working part time as a teacher, trying to make art my full time job.

Right now my biggest project is the comic series called "Mute B-127 AU" - a story I created based on the Transformers One movie, where B-127 annoys Sentinel a little too much during his capture.

Series ongoing, updates every 10 days (or so)

Chapter 1 - What if?

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5

Chapter 2 - The Aftermath

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10

(next update around 18/04/25, 6PM CET)

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I always read and appreciate the asks, but I may not always reply!

Feel free to DM me, I’m always happy to make friends! :>

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Small tags guide under the cut:

For art:

#mute B-127 AU - everything about the comic series, including asks, wips and fanarts

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#cc.art - my art (and #cc.(name of the oc) - art of that specific character)

For organising:

#cc.ask - answering from inbox

#cc.notart - for all the not-art posts

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#reblog - the name speaks for itself

#mytreasures - all the gifts and fanarts made for me <3

Please note, some posts may not be properly tagged yet. I'll try to fix that soon ^^

[felibrary]

our love has always been 10 centimeters apart - aventurine

synopsis: the two times the both of you were away from each other even though the only thing you’ve longed for was each other, and the one time where the two of you find your way back to one another again.

pairing: aventurine x reader (gn) | wordcount: 2.0k | content & warnings: unestablished relationship, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, reader cries a bit (tiny bit), mentions of alcohol and “sex” (an idiom = get into one's pants) but no graphic mention of sex + they’re not drunk, kissing, making up and making out (one kiss), tba if i find more, proofreading is for losers (its 4am (cet) i'm just too lazy); oneshot

tags: @azullumi (i swear that grey block with spikes from mario literally looks like "alpha sigma boss. you guys agree right?? prove azul wrong.)

img credits: @/magnolia29 on x!

a/n: i started this draft at like 12 an and procrastinated for god knows how long but yeah!! hope this is okay for what sleep deprived me wrote lmfao

“you seriously still wear that thing?”

aventurine points at the wool scarfs you’re wearing, it hangs a bit loosely due to you not wrapping it around your neck enough.

“yeah, got a problem?” you tease, grinning as you look at him. “it’s the first thing i got from you when i was moved to this department.”

ah right. he remembers the day vividly. they said that a certain member has risen quite quickly in the past few months and will now be moved to his department: the strategic investment department.

on the first day of work, aventurine, like the thoughtful senior he is, came up to you and greeted you, offering you a tour around the building and introducing you to the staff and everyone who worked here. you agreed and followed him as he guided you around your new workplace.

the two of you got along quickly, exchanging laughters and telling each other jokes as the two of you were strolling around the building. he remembers gifting you an expensive scarf, one made out of the finest wool in the whole galaxy. you thanked him wholeheartedly and at that he couldn’t help but invite you out for a drink - like the mindful senior he is, of course.

drinking after work became a little habit for the two of you. sometimes the two of you were able to drag veritas or topaz along, but usually veritas denied the invitations, saying “he doesn’t want to mush up his brain due to the alcohol.” as for topaz she usually came along to look after the two of you, but today it seemed like there was an emergency regarding numby, which she had to rush to immediately. leaving you and aventurine alone.

which led you to your current situation, the two glasses of alcohol in front of aventurine are left untouched, everything that happens right now is done with a sober mind. he can’t put the alcohol to blame.

your hands are close, they're a mere 10 centimeters apart from his. it takes everything inside of him to not take your hand in his and smother it in kisses, but he refrains, he can't - he shouldn't even be thinking about something like this.

your soft lips lean forward to meet his, they're a mere 10 millimeters away from his. you continue to launch forward, he doesn't move away, he can't move - he's frozen. you assume he granted you permission to kiss him. your hand snakes towards his, loosely intertwining the tips of your fingers.

your lips ghost over his - the distance between the two of you is gone, it scares him. he fears he might not be able to return if he goes this way. 

aventurine can’t help but pull away from your tantalizing touch, it hurts him. but he’s scared.

he slips his fingers out of your grasp, lurching backwards, uncomfortably shifting on the big sofa and scooting back, to move away from you.

your eyes shoot open, clearly filled with confusion. your lips slightly part open and you tilt your head to the side, irritation is written all over your face.

"s-sorry." he apologizes quickly. "i don't think i'm made for this," he mutters. regret immediately overcoming him and you.

"ah, don't worry. i should be the one apologizing. i'm sorry. i shouldn't have just assumed your feelings. forgive me." you try to maintain a steady tone but your voice and expression betray you. your voice quivers - it breaks, it sounds like you're holding back tears that are about to spill at any given moment.

no, no , no this can't be. it's all his fault. he ruined everything once again, his gift was a mere misfortune, it only caused bad luck. 

your hand that was once connected with his slithered away from its previous position, this time you really were gone.

perhaps this is when aventurine realized that the both of you weren't just mere inches apart but the distance between the two of you went beyond planets and galaxies and thus could never be conquered.

the two of you were worlds apart.

it’s been a few years ever since he’s seen you. (there hasn’t been a single day where he hasn’t thought about you.) apparently someone caught wind of what happened between you and aventurine, of course they reported it right away. initially it was planned to fire you, for making a move on one of the ten stonehearts, especially as someone who stood below him. 

but aventurine convinced them not to do so, saying he’s also at fault and that they should just make you move departments, perhaps you’d learn from your mistakes. it was successful - he was beyond relieved. he didn’t show it, the only thing that was visible to them was a cunning smile. 

behind it, beneath the faux smile, he was clenching his teeth, biting the insides of his lips so hard that they began to bleed (he wishes that you were there to trace the outline of your lips over his once again, mending to his wounds - both, the one on his lips and the one in his heart.) his left hand was trembling behind his back as he awaited their judgment.

eventually you did get moved to another department and aventurine didn’t visit you, too caught up at work and business matters on other planets. 

(it’s a lie - he knows that himself, it’s just to avoid you. it’s for the better he thinks, better for the both of you to not meet. he fears that all the feelings he kept hidden inside his chest will return and turn his world upside down once again.)

one time he overheard some co-workers gossiping about “the person who got into mr. aventurines pants” getting sent onto a mission that’ll take several years. “what a pity that they won’t get to see him anymore.” a female voice giggles as the other voice hums in agreement and they walk away.

lies. all lies, it had to be. both that you “got into his pants” - hell it was a mere kiss that the two of you exchanged (not even a kiss because he shied away.) but it had to be a lie that you were sent away right? right? It’s just rumors, just some gossip that people need to pass their time, it can't be. 

of course, to his dismay, it had to be true. 

his luck was truly a misfortune.

spring has come, the remaining snow melts away and turns into puddles. the skies started to clear up and flowers that were once covered in snowflakes, hidden beneath the white blanket of snow, started to open up again, blooming in their full glory. 

but there was another flower he spotted, one that stood out from the others - you. after all this time, he’s finally found you. 

this time he doesn't falter.

he runs up to you. pulling you into a tight embrace as he hugs you. his nose is buried into the wool scarf you’re wearing, he took notice that it’s the same one he gifted you back then. your scent mixed with his still lingers on it.

“aventurine?!!” you shout, surprised to see him again after all those years. 

“you kept it..” he whispers fondly. huh? you’re confused, what is he talking about? “the scarf i mean.” he says without looking up, as if he knew what you were thinking without having to see what expression you wear or hear your voice and which sound you’ve uttered.

“of course, i did.” you say bitterly. “after all, it's the last and only thing i have left from you.” you whisper, a frown finds its way onto your face.

“no. that’s not true.” he protests, finally looking up. it's just like the last time he saw you, your eyebrow furrowed, your eyes telling him that you’re on the verge of crying - similar to when he rejected your advances. “you have me now.” the words barely above a whisper.

“oh aeons, dont, please. i beg of you.” aventurine is quick to put his gloved fingers on your eyes and rub them softly, collecting the tear drops that are about to run down your cheek. “you know i hate seeing you like this.” he whispers quietly as he removes his glove from his hand and rubs circles over your cold and reddened cheeks. 

“i missed you.” you hiccup in between your cries, aventurine continues to catch your tears, he won’t allow you to cry any more - especially because he’s the reason why you’re tearing up.

“pshh.” he tries to quiet you. “ive missed you too, probably more than you know.” as an attempt to reassure you.

“i’m here now, i’ll stay with you, i’ll follow you wherever you go.” he leans forward, this time he’s the one initiating the kiss and you gladly return it. his chapped lips meet yours, kissing you messily. there’s some biting and teeth clashing but he couldn’t care less, neither do you - after all this is what you’ve been waiting for.

there's no distance, no fronts, no walls to separate the two of you. he's never felt this kind of love - your love. he hasn't been held this lovingly for an eternity, this is the first time he actually somehow feels human.

boundaries is a word foreign to the two of you, they've never been there - they never will be there because from the beginning on aventurines heart has only sought after you.

it used to terrify him, the way his heart always seemed to jump out of his rib cage upon seeing you. the louder and faster the pumping got the closer you leaned in - just like back then.

but exactly because of that or rather because of you he discovered a new part of himself, diving into an ocean of emotions that were anchored to the bottom of the water, anticipating the daz they'll be discovered and treasured in one's heart. those feelings were unknown to him until he met you.

"what should i say once we meet again?", "what should i do to prove that i'm ready now and don't fear to love or be loved anymore?", "how can i prove my love to you?"

those questions have haunted him in his restless nights, the ones that made him wake up from his deep slumber where he dreamt of you, forehead glistening with cold beads of sweat, gripping his bed sheets tightly. (all of his thoughts and dreams are filled with you.)

the beauty of this world has always been hidden beneath a window curtain, he was oblivious - blind, just how breathtaking the world can truly be.

but you came along, pulling the curtains away, revealing the outside world to him. you stepped into his life and shattered the glass that kept him confined behind the window.

you confessed your unyielding love for him. you love him - you've always done and you always will - you imagined a future which he was a part of. where the vibrant colors of the sun not only greeted you but also him as he laid next to you, side by side. watching as the rising sun kisses your skin with its tendrils of sunshine. 

(he'd follow the rays of sunshine and kiss the same spots they marked, he'd leave a trail of kisses along your body.)

how can he ever repay you for what you've done for him?

a mere thank you wouldn't suffice - not in a million years.

if you were to ask him if he'd give you the sun, the moon, the stars or the whole sky - he would.

if you were to ask him if he'd get on his knees for you - he would, no questions asked. be it when he prays to you, pleas leaving his lips and dripping off his tongue or when he'd kneel down on one of his knees to tie your shoes or propose to you - he would.

if you were to ask him if he'd stay by your side all night or rather all life long - he would. he'd be your light that'd guide you even though the flame went extinct, he'd be your flesh you'd nibble on, he'd be your blood you live off.

he wouldn't hesitate for a single moment, he'd give you everything you yearn and long for in a single heartbeat.

after all, that's the least he can do for you.

@azullumi here extra paragraph again hhihihihuuh anyway when's the stoner!chuuya x stoner!reader fic like where??? also azul i love you a lot. you deserve the best - you deserve the world. i hope you get accepted into your dream uni, get everything you've worked hard for (u deserve it, you're a person full of determination) and yeah convince ur teacher to extend the deadline!!

© VYNICITY 2024. stealing, copying, translating, reposting my works on other platforms or feeding them to ai is not permitted.

e/n: it's 4am rn im sooooo tired but yeah here!

[feuerfreiarchive]

ADIEU (2022) In early May 2022, Specter Berlin posted Instagram stories suggesting that he was working with Rammstein again. Rumours were circulating, but it took over half a year before the first Adieu teaser was released 21 November. The teaser had clear Specter-esque imagery with his signature red lines that were also present in the Deutschland music video. Three more teasers followed, showing bodies inside some kind of cryo chambers; Rammstein in a cage, chained, with grotesque contraptions on their heads; and finally, the band all in long, black coats, walking side by side inside the Opéra de Paris. «"Adieu" was directed by Specter Berlin and shot in Paris at the beginning of May over the course of 3 days – including one night in the Garnier Opera. It was the first time the latter allowed explosives to be used on their marble, also making a unique exception for Rammstein to use smoke on the premises», Rammstein wrote on social media. On 24 November at 1700 CET, the close to nine minute long video premiered. A special countdown started where the Deutschland music video ended; a glass coffin floating through space above earth, with a red line shooting up from somewhere on the ground and into the atmosphere. The countdown took us closer and closer to earth, finally showing where the line came from: Paris, France. Then, the video started, pinpointing the spot to the Palais Garnier - the Ópera National de Paris. Using imagery full of references to Rammstein’s long history, Specter guided the viewers through an emotional journey where the band members fought their way to destroy their own - copies? Clones? Originals? and then struggling, imprisoned, attacked by a horde of ‘the damned’, breaking free, and soaring to the sky before finally, in the heartbreaking credits, it is revealed that they never even made it to that first room to begin with, but all got killed while trying to get there. Only Rammstein can tell if they will ever make more music videos. Until that happens, Adieu stands as a powerful, visual goodbye from a band with an unbelievably strong video catalogue. 📷: Jens Koch @jenskochphoto, Chico Luciani @chico_luciani screenshots

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[sanzaibian]

I turns off my phone angrily. I have barely touched down to Pudong International Airport, and now I have to call my Shanghai agent about how I’m going to be late, and that “China Eastern”, that company full of crooks, doesn’t even want to compensate my $4200 business class ticket for being 2 hours late.

“Allô ? C’est Julien, je suis enfin arrivé à Shanghai. (Hello ? It’s Julien, I’ve finally touched down at Shanghai.)” I say to my local correspondent, the one responsible for dragging me here.

- Enfin ! Ça fait une heure qu’on vous attend ! (Finally ! We’ve been waiting for you for a whole hour !)

- C’est pas ma faute ! Le vol a eu deux heures de retard à cause de soi-disants ‘vents forts’ vers la Mongolie… et ces escrocs ne veulent rien me rembourser… typique… (It’s not my fault ! The flight was two hours late due to so-called ‘powerful winds’ around Mongolia… and those crooks don’t want to reimburse me… typical…)” I answer, annoyed.

- Bon, de l’Aéroport de 浦東 (Pudong) jusqu’ici… pff… je vais devoir leur dire de revenir cet après-midi… (So, from 浦東 (Pudong) Airport to here… ugh… I need to ask them to come back this afternoon…)” He says, similarly annoyed, though seemingly flaunting his perfect pronunciation in Chinese.

- Ne râle pas sur moi, j’ai rien fait ! Je savais que j’aurais dû prendre Air France, ils n’auraient pas eu de retard comme ces asiates… (Don’t dump it on me, I did nothing ! I knew I should have gone for Air France, they wouldn’t be late like those chinks…)

- Roh… (Ugh…)” He sighs a while. “Je vais m’occuper de tout. Juste… viens aussi vite que possible. (I’ll manage. Just… come here as soon as you can.)”

I turn off the phone. As if I would waste a minute of my life… I’m Julien Blanc, and my time is money, just like the saying goes. As the heir of a multi-million dollars worth banking company, I have investments left right and center, and can’t let the next golden goose escape me.

Recently, a well-known investor, Pierre Zhang, let me know of a promising startup here in Shanghai. While at first I was understandingly skeptical, after all chinks are known for their plagiarism, I did check the project and found it to be unique, and even viable.

While I do know that Pierre Zhang is half one of them, so he does take their side much more than a regular person would, this time he saw a good opportunity. And it will be botched due to an incapable company that spouted nonsense about “strong winds” or something and was late as a result.

Angrily, I stomp in the giant airport halls, guiding myself thanks to my impeccable English – though, just don’t listen to the pronunciation. I’m stopped multiple times for security checks, and I do swear on them a couple of times, but they deserved it for wasting my time even more.

However, as I was striding in the main hall in order to find the metro station, seeing more and more of those chink hooligans, one of them shoves me to the side. He’s wearing a mask like the pussy he is, as well as a ridiculous oversized hoodie, some laughable jewelry and undistinguished sweatpants.

He’s left as soon as I turn around, meaning I can’t berate him. Youth these days are really insufferable. Where I grew up, on the Saint-Louis island in Paris, we weren’t even half as rude as today’s kids.

Scoffing, I continue rushing to the metro, though I kind of feel dizzy. Did he give me a disease or something ? When I reach the metro shoot, I see a barrier with policemen. Apparently they’re scanning for the coronavirus – they’re still doing that ? – by checking our temperature.

I go in the barrier, confident that I’ll pass the test, when suddenly, my path is blocked.

“Sorry, sir, please come with me.” Said a policewoman in her heavily accented English.

- What are you doing ! Let me go, I did nothing wrong !” I protest with a similarly accented English.

The policewoman doesn’t answer me and leads me to a small room in the airport. There, I see a bunch of other people with masks, waiting on seats. Showing me a mask, the policewoman explain :

“You may be sick. Take a mask and wait. - I’m going to be late ! Nothing’s wrong with me, just let me leave !” I say, though I don’t notice my accent shifting a little.

- Wear it or face consequences.” The policewoman insists, dangling the mask in front of my eyes. I sigh.

- Okay, but make it quick. I’ll wear 一只 (one).”

I squint my eyes. How did I say ‘one’ ? It feels incorrect, have I accidentally used French ‘un’ ?

I take the mask and wear it, still squinting. I still feel dizzy, so I guess the policewoman must have been right ? I take my phone out, wanting to send a quick message to Pierre about me being late, but something seems wrong.

When I look on my phone, there’s a weird app named 抖音 that has been installed. I don’t remember doing that. In fact, why is there even a Chinese app on my phone !

I click on it, and suddenly, videos start playing. I squint my eyes as I look at the videos of ch… Chinese people doing a variety of things. First it’s a video of a cat rubbing on someone, and that guy exclaimed “它真的是只饥渴死的猫啊！”, with then the woman filming answering, with a hurried tone “快摸它啊，你干嘛在那儿等呗？真冷啊。”. Even though I don’t understand a word that is said, I can guess that the woman is telling the guy to go rub the cat.

It’s funnier than I expected. Turns out the Chinese have more humor than I thought. Then, another video comes on, showing a guy, looking just like that punk from earlier, saying “穿这种衣服，我干嘛不会感丢人哎？(… these clothes… … lose face ?)”, and the camera pans out to a woman in a cockroach outfit. The punk continues “你已经三十岁了，为什么还在买这种衣服了？(… thirty years old, why still buy… ?)”, the woman answers “你现在我穿什么你都要管吗？(You... right now what I wear… your business ?)”. The punk then comes back into frame, with the woman on the left, asking “没有情侣版吗？哪只手我该牵啊？(There isn’t a couple’s version ? Which hand should I hold ?). Then, the woman shows a tendril, and they hold hands like that. I smile, finding it way funnier than it should.

I don’t really notice how I understand more and more what’s on 抖音 (Douyin), though I do let myself grow limp on the waiting room chair. I guess I don’t have much regards anymore for how I look, after all I’m waiting for a coronavirus test. Nobody’s going to comment on my posture !

The next video shows three guys running, with the caption 三人跑步时能干什么 (What can three people do while running together ?), and I see how their hair bop up and down. I’ve been shaving myself bald for quite a few years, ever since I was balding too much for me to bother with hair, but seeing these guys like that makes me a bit nostalgic of that time.

Seeing them doing stupider and stupider stuff, and smiling more and more as they show bungee jumping, doing pull-ups, playing games, stir-frying and even boxing, I feel a bit weird. Like I can kind of relate, in my youth I also did crazy things, and it would absolutely be something I would have done with my friends. I scratch my head, feeling it tingle, as I continue watching the next video, not even realizing my squinting is less and less strenuous.

The videos continue trickling in, every one more humorous than the last, and I catch myself chuckling out loud multiple times. By now, I understand everything very clearly, and when a doctor comes to do a coronavirus test, I don’t even blink when he addresses me in Chinese :

“少年，请跟我进走。(Young man, please enter with me.)

- Yes, 先生。(Yes, sir.)” I answer, mixing English and Chinese.

Everything is confused as he takes me to a machine, my thoughts mixing French, English and Chinese. Even my clothes feel… less tight than they used to. Almost as if they were melting and becoming glue.

I take place in the machine and he activates it. I feel as if things become clearer while I’m in. Like, for example, why was I stressed just now ? I don’t have anything important to do right now. And why languages are mixed ? I guess it’s because it’s cooler to mix in English…

The machine stops, and I leave it, scratching my straight hair. Had I ? … no, of course not, it’s my facial hair that I shave…

The doctor hands me my piercings.

“Euh, attendez, 先生，有什么不对了…… (Er, wait, sir, there’s something that’s not right.)” I ask, mixing French and Chinese. I really feel like something is not right.

- 什么发生过了？会跟我谈一谈。(What happened ? You can discuss it with me.)

- 我……有个奇怪的感受。Est-ce que 您找到了种疾病吗？(I… have a weird feeling. Did you find some kind of disease ?)

- 没有。但是您不舒服的话我肯定会给您扑热息痛。(I didn’t. However, if you don’t feel good, I can give you some paracetamol.)” He answers me, with a helpful look.

- 该好了。Merci. (It should be good. Thank you.)”

I take the pill he gives me, and put my piercings back on as I go back in the terminal. As I walk, I feel very comfy, as if everything was alright. I look down on my large oversized hoodie with its colorful prints. I feel like I’m in my youth once again… huh, it’s so weird to say that when I’m only... 23 years old !

Suddenly, I get a phone call from a weird contact I don’t remember having, someone named 张皮尔 (Zhang Pi’er/Pierre). I accept the call :

“喂。是谁？(Hello. Who’s there ?)” I ask, with a perfect accent.

- Julien ? Pourquoi tu parles chinois ? (Julien ? Why do you speak Chinese ?)” He groans, then switches to Chinese. “��我问您是谁。是您的电话吗？(I’m the one asking you who you are. Is it your phone ?)

- 当然是。我是个富二代，为啥要偷手机啊？(Of course. I have a trust fund, why would I steal a phone ?)” I slur, my speech becoming more and more relaxed.

- 嗯……那您是谁啊？您认不认识Julien Blanc ? (Ugh… So who are you ? Do you know Julien Blanc ?)

- 是白炬亮。那你到底是谁啊？(I’m Bai Juliang. And now can you tell me who you are ?)

- 是张皮尔……嗯……听我说一下。你有没有多钱会投资？我认为了Julien Blanc要投资新项目，但你还会投资一下。有没有兴趣？(I’m Pierre Zhang… ugh… Listen. Do you have a lot of money to invest ? I thought Julien Blanc would come and invest in a new project, but you can still invest. Are you interested ?)”

I think for a while. It could be great to have some money coming from another place than my parents’ company… plus, I don’t want to have to join it, or risk being cut off from my money…

However, there’s time, I’m still young, and there’s no rush right now… Plus, having work is, like, a lot of work, and I don’t want to work… But I have an idea.

“张先生，你想不想跟我投资？我给了你钱币，你给了我专业，收入分两半。感觉好吗？(Mr. Zhang, do you want to invest with me ? I give you the funds, you give me the expertise, and we divide the profits in half. Do you like that ?)”

After a while, he answers :

“感觉好了。(I think it’s good.)”

[cecileguillard]

Du croquis à l'impression : voici la couverture du n°40 de La Revue Dessinée! J'espère qu'elle vous a accompagné cet été, à l'ombre de beaux pins côtiers... À noter que notre reportage sur le métier de guide haute montagne avec Éliane Patriarca, publié en 2022 en versions française et italienne, fait partie du H.S. "Vertiges-Dix ans d’enquêtes sur la crise écologique et climatique" qui sortira cet automne ! Une soirée de lancement est prévue le 28 septembre au tiers-lieu Les Amarres, à Paris.

[touhoucrackmonth]

We're back!

After almost a year, the Touhou Crack Month is back for a second edition, hopefully filled with many more fun pairings and fun fics, and for this second edition, artworks as well!

What is this event?

This is a month-long AO3/Tumblr event where artists are given randomly-generated crackships, and have to desperately wrangle with whatever absurdity the RNG has wrought upon them. This event is meant to celebrate creativity, originality and adaptability in shipping.

If you're looking for a challenge, something to break your routine, a breath of fresh air, or want to experience with never-before-seen interactions and dynamics, look no further!

Proceedings

The event lasts the whole month of March 2025, starting on March 1st at 00:01 and ending on April 1st at midnight (both CET), ideally all works should be published before that deadline (not that it's a huge deal if they aren't). Each participant will receive their pairings on March 1st, each distinct from everyone else's.

You are only expected to make a single fic or artwork, but if you are really determined, nothing stops you from making even more than that, of either kind! There are never enough crackships.

Guide for potential participants (keep reading)

To participate, simply sign up using the form provided at the end of this post. In there, you can select different options to customize your experience. First is a 'difficulty' setting:

Easy: 4 randomly-generated pairings, with one to choose from for your fic.

Normal: 3 pairings.

Hard: 2 pairings.

Lunatic: only 1 pairing, so no choice!

You also have options to exclude some characters, for instance if you know them too little, or if you don't want to make ship content involving them.

For writers

Completed fics are to be published to the official AO3 Touhou Crack Month 2025 collection.

For visual artists

Completed artworks are to be published on Tumblr, under the #thcrackmonth2025 tag.

Eligible pairings

There are some restrictions put on the pairings, both to avoid uncomfortable ones, and to ensure the "crack" in the name isn't cosmetic.

Generally, eligible pairings are those where the two characters have no significant canon dialogue, interactions or strong backstory links (the latter case covers pairings such as Miko/Saki). Generic, one-off fight banter generally doesn't count (especially relevant for playable characters), nor does VS mode-exclusive dialogue (not counted as canon), nor do very brief manga/print work scenes (e.g. the big banquet of Silent Sinner in Blue).

Also excluded will be ships with strong fanon presence despite little canon basis, such as "successive bosses" ships (e.g. Wriggle/Mystia, Doremy/Sagume).

This event is yuri only, so male characters are excluded. Non-humanoid characters are also excluded unless otherwise specified by individual participants.

Note that these rules aren't exhaustive and I may exclude some other pairings in keeping with the general spirit of the rules above.

General rules

No NSFW, no intense depictions of abuse be it sexual or not (e.g. pedophilia, child abuse, etc), no incest (though all such pairings are already ineligible). Beyond that, there is no issue with delving into more mature themes, as long as they are tagged properly.

FORM LINK

The sign-up form is available here. Make sure to read all the instructions properly.

In case you have any additional questions, just send an ask to the blog and I'll try to answer the best I can!

[kilfeur]

L'enchère a débuté tandis qu'Azz est perdu sur la justice qu'il poursuivait mais tombe sur Dali. On parie combien qu'Iruma ou Sullivan l'a envoyé pour le trouver ? Donc ouais, ils veulent vraiment mettre l'endroit à feu et à sang au prix de la vie de Valac. La fin justifie les moyens comme on dit, seulement en parlant avec Dali, il se questionne sur son désir. Et il se l'est jamais posé en en soit c'est logique, pour servir la justice, le désir ne doit pas être présent.

Mais Iruma représente ce désir, cet espoir de sauver le plus de personne possible. C'est ce qui le pousse à voir quel chemin Iruma va tracer et peut le guider vers ses réponses. Malheureusement, l'attaque a déjà commencé et Opera sauve Valac se rappelant de pourquoi Iruma se bat. Mais espère qu'Iruma vienne le sauver. J'ai trouvé ce moment fort, car ça montre que malgré ce qui s'est passé et son ressenti. Iruma représente l'espoir et la protection pour Opera, tandis qu'Azz est plus le guide et la lumière.

The auction began while Azz was lost on the justice he was pursuing but stumbled across Dali. How much do you want to bet Iruma or Sullivan sent him to find him? So yeah, they really want to put the place on fire at the cost of Valac's life. The end justifies the means, as they say, only talking to Dali makes him question his desire. And he's never wondered about it - in itself, it's logical: to serve justice, desire must not be present.

But Iruma represents this desire, this hope of saving as many people as possible. This is what drives him to see what path Iruma will blaze, and can guide him to his answers. Unfortunately, the attack has already begun and Opera saves Valac, remembering what Iruma is fighting for. But he hopes Iruma will come and save him. I found this moment powerful, because it shows that despite what has happened and how he feels about it. Iruma represents hope and protection for Opera, while Azz is more the guide and the answer.

[elulalavande]

My dear Eva

My dear Eva,

In the silence of this starry night, I take my pen to entrust you with the words that my heart has been whispering for so long.

Every beat, every breath, bears your name, and it is time that I reveal to you the magnitude of this love that inhabits me.

From the first moment our eyes crossed, I knew that you were the one who would make my soul sing.

Your eyes, mirrors of the infinite, have captured my essence, and since then I live only for the brightness of your smile, the sweetness of your voice, the grace of your gestures.

Every moment spent with you is a poem, a symphony of happiness that resonates in me. Your laughter are melodies that caress my dreams, and your silences, secrets that I would like to share.

You are the light that guides my steps, the star that shines in my sky, the muse that inspires my sweetest thoughts.

I love you, not as one loves a friend, but as one loves a soul mate, a life companion, a part of oneself.

I love you for your strength and fragility, for your passion and sweetness, for all that you are and all that you will be.

I love you with a pure and sincere love, a love that transcends words and distances. I dream of our hands intertwined, our hearts beating in unison, our souls merging into an eternal dance.

I dream of whispering words of love in your ear, to hold you against me and feel your heart beat against mine.

I dream of sharing with you every moment of my life, every happiness, every pain, every dream.

So, my dear, accept this love that I offer you, let me be the one who will cherish you, protect you, support you.

Let me be the one who will love you, today and forever, with an infinite and eternal love.

With all my love, Claire

Ma chère Eva,

Dans le silence de cette nuit étoilée, je prends la plume pour te confier les mots que mon cœur murmure depuis si longtemps.

Chaque battement, chaque souffle, porte ton nom, et il est temps que je te révèle l'ampleur de cet amour qui m'habite.

Depuis le premier instant où nos regards se sont croisés, j'ai su que tu étais celle qui ferait chanter mon âme. Tes yeux, miroirs de l'infini, ont capturé mon essence, et depuis, je ne vis que pour l'éclat de ton sourire, la douceur de ta voix, la grâce de tes gestes.

Chaque moment passé à tes côtés est un poème, une symphonie de bonheur qui résonne en moi. Tes rires sont des mélodies qui bercent mes rêves, et tes silences, des secrets que je voudrais partager.

Tu es la lumière qui guide mes pas, l'étoile qui brille dans mon ciel, la muse qui inspire mes pensées les plus douces.

Je t'aime, non pas comme on aime une amie, mais comme on aime une âme sœur, une compagne de vie, une part de soi-même.

Je t'aime pour ta force et ta fragilité, pour ta passion et ta douceur, pour tout ce que tu es et tout ce que tu seras.

Je t'aime d'un amour pur et sincère, d'un amour qui transcende les mots et les distances.

Je rêve de nos mains entrelacées, de nos cœurs battant à l'unisson, de nos âmes fusionnant dans une danse éternelle.

Je rêve de te chuchoter des mots d'amour à l'oreille, de te serrer contre moi et de sentir ton cœur battre contre le mien.

Je rêve de partager avec toi chaque instant de ma vie, chaque bonheur, chaque peine, chaque rêve.

Alors, ma chère, accepte cet amour que je t'offre, laisse-moi être celle qui te chérira, te protégera, te soutiendra.

Laisse-moi être celle qui t'aimera, aujourd'hui et pour toujours, d'un amour infini et éternel.

Avec tout mon amour, Claire.

[brickcentral]

📢 SEPTEMBER THEME: UN-MINIFIGURED

For this month, I want to see official deminifigured sets.

The idea is simple, choose an official Lego set that includes minifigs, remove the minifigs and photograph this set while mentioning the number of the set you are photographing in the bio of your photo.

There are a multitude of possible choices, modulars, buildings, vehicles....the most important thing is to be creative to make this set lively enough.

To start and guide you, I chose a simple idea. I took the set 40586 (Moving Truck) which normally has 2 minifigs. I removed the minifigs, staged the set and photographed it like this. I arranged the moving objects around the truck and the piano about to be loaded to make it all come alive. It feels like we are watching a move in progress.

Use your creativity to make the set stand out in the absence of the minifigs that normally accompany it.

🚨RULES🚨

* Post your photo to our Discord server (Just reply to the Sep Theme post in the "monthly-theme" channel and you're done)

* Mention the set number

* New or old entry accepted

* Multiple entries allowed

The activity will end on September 28 at 23:59 CET

@sarouxbastoux

[jorvik-fashion]

🎭Cosplay Outfit Contest🎭

Time to dress up! You can choose any character you want from any media you want! Even real celebrities!

Submittions ends 30th March 19:00(7pm) CET.

Rules Photo Guide

[cheminer-poesie-cressant]

source : @cheminer-poesie-cressant

.

passer par l’année

laisser la main se tendre

à l’amitié du jour

qui prend le rôle

d’un début

par cet écart se construit

l’avenir qui se dicte

là où le souhait se veut

le temps nous enveloppe

et nous guide

la rive est sa construction

qui nous rassure et nous pousse

une barque de soutien

la petite lumière au lointain

et nous passons nous et les autres

nous passons pour le plaisir de passer

le plaisir de regarder accouder en arrière

le déroulé possible des jours d’après

.

Meilleurs voeux pour cette nouvelle année 2024.

Laissons-nous guider par la poésie.

.

© Pierre Cressant

(1 janvier 2024)

[monsieurdetalleyrand]

Un dîner obscur...

This Christmas dinner had been rather... strange, to say the least.

From the layout of the table, to the supernatural events taking place outside, to the appearance of the footmen, everything had been deeply disconcerting. Most of all, he had almost no recollection of how he had gotten there, or how he managed to make it home safely. But hey. It wasn't the first time something happened in the afterlife that made the laws of human logic pale into insignificance. It was better not to think about it anymore and to go on with his life - or rather, his death - as if nothing had happened, like if it was just a strange dream.

A little time had passed since then. And tonight, another dinner was being held. But this time, he was the organizer of the evening, a role he had always loved in his heyday of imperial embassy receptions. The invitation he had given to Fouché had initially been made in jest, but this little joke had quickly become a kind of project implicitly accepted by both parties. As expected, candles had been banned. Better to take precautions with a pyromaniac at his table.

So it was pitch black in all the rooms, although after a few moments, the eyes eventually became so accustomed to the darkness that they could spot the outlines of a few pieces of furniture and manage to find their way around. It was going to be stupid, and the risk of possible accidents was exponential, but they were both sort of ghosts in search of entertainment and pleasant conversation like they were haunting this place. Besides, Talleyrand was feeling a little anxious to see him again... for his conversation. Obviously.

There was also music. No real orchestra, that was far too difficult to operate on these conditions, but he had learned to use a vinyl player - an object he had purchased on a compulsion because he thought it looked pretty, without first knowing what it was used for. The result was the sizzling sound of a pleasant little Italian opera.

When Fouché arrived, he could see nothing. He couldn't figure out whether his guest was delighted or annoyed at being forced to keep his promise to be here tonight.

« Monsieur, je vous souhaite la bienvenue dans cet humble logis. Votre ponctualité est très appréciée. Laissez-moi prendre votre manteau. »

The “humble abode” in question was more akin to a Parisian manor house, but oh well. Talleyrand was being particularly sweet towards him, the kind of friendliness that hides something to be wary of. Since they were in the dark, the snake needed guidance. Once he had rid him of his jacket, he placed his hand against the middle of his back to guide him towards the dining room.

« C’est par ici. »

[@serpentofotranto ♥]

[wh40ksummerfest]

Sign-up is open!

Sign-up for the WH40K Summer Fest 2024 is open now!

You need to request and offer at least 3 characters/relationships to sign up; you are welcome to request/offer more. You can choose to create and receive either fanfiction, fanart, or both.

Helpful links:

Collection profile with full rules/info.

Request Summary shows other participants' requests.

The sign-up deadline is Sunday, June 16, 11:59am CET/5:59am EDT (countdown).

Signing up: Important info and step-by-step guide 👇

You must be 18+ and have an AO3 account to participate in the exchange. If you do not have an account, you can request an invitation to join the Archive here.

Note: In case the mod team needs to reach out to you, AO3 shows us the e-mail address you use to log in. If you end up unmatchable or if your creator sends us a question to forward to you, we will use this e-mail address. Be sure to be able to access it, check it regularly while the exchange is running—and, if your legal name is in it, to change it if you don’t want the mod team to see it! All e-mails from the mod team will be sent from 40kfanworkexchange@gmail.com using the name Roboute Guilliman (he handles our paperwork) or through AO3.

How to sign up

Click on 'Sign Up'/'Sign-up Form' on the exchange's profile page (or click here) to fill out your requests and offers.

You must submit at least 3 requests (at least one per box) for characters and/or relationships that you would like to receive fanfiction and/or fanart about. You can add additional request boxes, up to 10.

For each request box, choose 'Warhammer 40.000' as the fandom.

Add 1-20 characters or relationships from the exchange tag set. You can search for nominated characters/relationships using the drop-down menu. We allow up to 20 character/relationship tags per request, but please be mindful of the person receiving your request and try not to go overboard. You have to fill out Request 1, 2 and 3 with at least one character/relationship in each; if possible, group together tags that share the same character(s) or canon source, DNWs, or other characteristics into a single request.

Choose whether you'd like to receive only fanfiction, only fanart, or both. You can choose different media(s) for each request.

Linking to a 'dear creator' letter on an external website, i.e., a tumblr blog post, Google Doc, Dreamwidth page, etc. going into further details about your preferences, is optional. The person assigned to you is not obligated to read it, but may find it helpful for inspiration. Please make sure your page is publicly available; some tumblr links can only be accessed by tumblr users.

Use the text box for suggestions, optional prompts and preferences. Keep in mind that we have all sorts of participants, so be as broad as possible to inspire others without restricting their creativity — optional details are optional and your creator is not required to stick to your suggestions, but having a general idea of whether you like fluff/action/comedy/smut, the Great Crusade/Horus Heresy/M40/M42-era, your favourite tropes, art styles, etc. is very helpful. You MUST list anything you Do Not Want (DNW) to see in a gift, such as squicks and triggers. The mods will check your gift to make sure it doesn't contain any of your DNWs, but we only check for the specific ones listed in this text box. Your listed DNWs should, as a minimum, state whether you wish to avoid any of the four specific AO3 Archive Warnings: 1) Graphic depictions of violence, 2) Major Character Death, 3) Rape/Non-con, 4) Underage. If you would be uncomfortable receiving Mature or Explicit gifts, please also mention this in your DNWs. You can have different DNWs for different requests.

If you are unsure about what to include in your DNWs or optional details, check out other people's requests for ideas.

You must submit at least 3 offers (at least one per box) for characters and/or relationships that you would like to create fanfiction and/or fanart about. Your offered characters/relationships do not have to be identical to your requests.

For each offer, choose 'Warhammer 40.000' as the fandom.

Add 1-20 characters or relationships from the exchange tag set. You can search for nominated characters/relationships using the drop-down menu. You have to fill out Offer 1, 2 and 3 with at least one character/relationship in each, but it doesn't matter how you group your offers otherwise. No one will see your offers except you and the mods. You can make a total of 10 offers with up to 20 tags each = 200 characters/relationships. You are very welcome to do so, but make sure you are able and willing to create a gift if you match on any one of them! You will only be matched with one other participant and required to create a single gift regardless of how many offers you submit.

Choose whether you'd like to create only fanfiction, only fanart, or both. You'll only be required to make one gift for your assignment even if you offer both.

Please return to check before the sign-up deadline (June 16, 11:59am CET/5:59am EDT) that your offers match at least one request by another participant in the exchange.

If your offers don't match anyone else's requests by the time of the deadline, the mods will e-mail you to ask if you would like to add additional offers. If you do not respond to this e-mail within 12 hours or decline to add additional offers, your sign-up will be deleted.

Once you have filled out at least 3 requests and offers, hit 'Submit' at the bottom of the page. You have now signed up to participate in the exchange and your requests will be visible to other participants in the Request Summary.

You can edit/add to your requests and offers by clicking 'My Sign-up' on the exchange profile page. Note: After the sign-up deadline, only the mods will be able to edit your sign-up details.

"What if there is someone I don't want to be matched with?"

The best way to ensure a fun and enjoyable exchange experience is to keep an eye on the Request Summary and adjust your offers based on other participants' requests. Maybe you'll see something that inspires you to offer characters or relationships you didn't consider before — or maybe someone requests something for one of your offers that you would rather not create, in which case it's perfectly fine to edit your offers so you won't risk matching on that particular character/relationship.

If, however, there is another participant that you do not want to be matched with, please e-mail us at 40kfanworkexchange@gmail.com before the sign-up deadline and let us know:

Your AO3 username;

the AO3 username of the participant you do not want to be matched with;

whether your Do Not Match request is for creating, receiving, or both;

what you would like us to do if that participant offers to pick up your pinch hit;

what you would like us to do if that participant creates a treat for you.

Thank you — see you in the sign-ups!

[givreencres]

Snow falling on the ground

En (Kind of neutral feminine version)

Snow falling on the ground Umbra in the middle of the city Gaze lost in the distance Knees on the ground She waits, alone Facing her... her thoughts Facing her... her memories Facing her... a choice Snow falling on the ground Her clothes are covered in white She doesn't feel the cold tonight Only her breathing animates her body Her eyes... Her eyes... Oh, my God, her eyes... A whirlwind animated by flames dances in them What does she see? Snow falling on the ground Still motionless Her eyes flutter with despair, anger and hope Her battle is played out at this moment Jolts in her breath jolts in his shoulders Her body bends Her outstretched arms hold her Screaming (inaudible) Screaming (arhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) Howling (fuck) Snow falling on the ground Sobs? Tears? Shivers? Convulsions? No snow to cover her inexpressive face And her eyes... Her eyes... The despair is gone Anger and hope remain The face tenses Howling (inaudible) Screaming (arhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) Howling (fuck) Snow falling on the ground She rises, dashes forward And disappears Guided by her new determination

Fr (neutral version)

Snow falling on the ground

Ombre au milieu de la ville

Regard perdu dans le lointain

Genoux au sol

Elle attend, seule

Face à elle... ses pensées

Face à elle... ses souvenirs

Face à elle... un choix

Snow falling on the ground

Ses vêtements se recouvrent de blanc

Elle ne ressent pas le froid ce soir

Seule sa respiration anime son corps

Ses yeux…

Ses yeux…

Oh mon dieu ses yeux…

Un tourbillon animé par les flammes y danse

Que voit-elle ?

Snow falling on the ground

Toujours immobile

Ses yeux s'agitent habités par le désespoir, la colère et l'espoir

Sa bataille se joue à cet instant

Des secousses dans sa respiration

Des soubresauts dans ses épaules

Son corps qui se plie

Ses bras tendus la retiennent

Hurlement (inaudible)

Hurlement (arhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

Hurlement (fuck)

Snow falling on the ground

Des sanglots ?

Des larmes ?

Des frissons ?

Des convulsions ?

Aucune neige pour couvrir son visage inexpressif

Et ses yeux…

Ses yeux…

Le désespoir a disparu

Y reste colère et espoir

Le visage se tend

Hurlement (inaudible)

Hurlement (arhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

Hurlement (fuck)

Snow falling on the ground

Elle se relève

S’élance

Et disparaît

Guider par sa nouvelle détermination

© Givre Encres

[touhoucrackmonth]

Welcome to the first Touhou Crack Month!

Are you bored of conventional ships? Do you want more spice in Touhou works? Are you a writer up to a challenge? Do you want to try something completely new for a change? Do you want to see utter chaos reign? Whatever your reason is, welcome to the first edition of the Touhou Crack Month!

What is this event?

This is a month-long event where writers are given randomly-generated crack pairings, and have to desperately wrangle with whatever insane ship the RNG gods have wrought upon them.

The goal of this event is to celebrate creativity, originality and adaptability in shipping, and spawn many crackfics for readers and writers alike to enjoy!

Proceedings

The event lasts the whole month of March, starting on March 1st at 00:01 and ending on April 1st at midnight (both CET), so all fics should be published before that deadline. Each participant will get randomly-generated pairings to write fics about. All participants will receive different pairings, though a single participant can receive multiple pairings with shared characters.

Participants are encouraged to write several fics (up to 4) throughout the month, but there is no small contribution to this crackmonth! If you want to try your hand at a crackship but don't think you'll have the time to write more than one story, that's perfectly fine!

Please reblog and share this post with anyone you think might be interested!

Guide for potential participants (keep reading)

To participate, simply sign up using the form provided near the end of this post. In there, you can select different options to customize your event. First is a 'difficulty' setting:

Easy: you will receive 4 randomly-generated pairings, with one to choose from for your fic.

Normal: same as Easy, but with 3 pairings.

Hard: same as Normal, but with 2 pairings.

Lunatic: same as Normal, but with only 1 pairing, which means you have no choice!

You are not required to disclose your chosen difficulty, nor should you be judged for it.

You also have options to exclude some characters, for instance if you know them too little, or if you don't want to write ship content involving them. It's important you fill this in correctly, as the pairings that are sent to you are final and non-negotiable!

Completed fics are to be published to the official Touhou Crack Month 2024 collection.

If you're done with a fic and wish to write another one, simply apply again once the fic for your previous pairing has been published to the collection. You can only write up to 4 fics during the month.

Eligible pairings

Generally, eligible pairings are those where the two characters have no significant canon dialogue, interactions or strong backstory links (the latter case covers pairings such as Miko/Saki). Generic, one-off fight banter generally doesn't count (especially relevant for playable characters), nor does VS mode-exclusive dialogue (not counted as canon), nor do very brief manga/print work scenes (for instance the big banquet of Silent Sinner in Blue).

Additionally, the characters shouldn't be successive bosses in the same game (e.g. Wriggle/Mystia, Doremy/Sagume) on account of how relatively popular those pairings tend to be. In any case, the pairing should also have strictly less than 5 AO3 works under its tag(s), if applicable.

This event is yuri (F/F) only; male characters are excluded. Non-humanoid characters are also excluded unless otherwise specified by individual participants.

Note that these rules aren't exhaustive and there may be some pairings that we reserve the right to include or exclude when generating the prompts.

General fic rules

No NSFW, no pedophilic content. No incest (though all such pairings are ineligible anyway).

Beyond those no-brainers, there is no particular restriction on themes.

FORM LINK

The sign-up form is available at this link. Make sure to read the previous explanations!

For any additional questions, just send an ask and we will try to answer the best we can!