#Meeting A��rien

[loafysainz]

🎥 SENDING DIRTY TEXT TO MY HUSBAND AROUND BUNCH OF PEOPLE

cast: carlos sainz, lewis hamilton, lando norris, max verstappen, charles leclerc, oscar piastri, george russell × reader!

warn: 18+, smut, minor dni

hope you guys enjoy it!

carlos sainz

Carlos is sitting at the dinner table, surrounded by his family, deep in conversation with his father when his phone buzzes. He glances at the screen, expecting something harmless—until he sees your message:

"I can still feel you from last night. My legs are shaking just thinking about it. Maybe you should do something about it later, mi amor."

He chokes on his drink, eyes widening as his mother pats his back, oblivious to the heat rushing to his face. His fingers tighten around his phone as he clears his throat, throwing you a sharp look from across the table. You, sitting there sweetly, sip your wine like you didn’t just set him on fire.

Carlos leans closer, voice low but urgent. "Cariño, you can’t do this to me here."

But the way his jaw clenches, the darkening of his eyes, tells you he’s already planning his revenge for later.

lewis hamilton

The music is loud, drinks flowing as Lewis chats with a few celebrities in the VIP lounge. He’s mid-sentence when his phone vibrates. Casually pulling it out, he takes a quick glance—then freezes.

"I miss having your hands all over me. Maybe we should sneak out and you can remind me how good they feel?"

His lips part slightly, tongue running over his teeth as he exhales sharply. He tilts his head back, taking a slow sip of his drink, but his grip on the glass tightens.

You’re across the room, acting innocent, but when his gaze meets yours, he smirks. Oh, you’re in trouble now.

Lewis leans against the booth, texting back, “Meet me in five. Don’t bother fixing your dress. I’ll ruin it anyway.”

lando norris

Lando is laughing, lining up his shot, when his phone dings. He doesn’t think twice before checking it—only for his eyes to nearly pop out of his skull.

"Imagine me on my knees for you right now. Bet you wouldn’t be able to focus on your little golf game, huh?"

He fumbles his club, nearly dropping it as a deep red flush spreads over his face. The guys around him notice immediately.

“Lando, you good, mate?” Max Fewtrell grins.

“Uh—yeah, yeah, just—uh, hot out here, isn’t it?”

You wink at him from the golf cart, and he shoots you a warning look, shifting awkwardly as he tries to compose himself.

Later, he grabs you by the waist, voice low and desperate. “You’re so dead when we get home.”

max verstappen

Max is in the hospitality lounge, joking with Christian and a few engineers, when he checks his phone under the table. His body stiffens immediately.

"I can still taste you on my lips. Wonder if you'd rather me use my mouth somewhere else next time."

He nearly drops his phone. His face is unreadable, but you know him too well—the slight clench of his jaw, the way he shifts in his seat.

Christian nudges him. “Something wrong?”

Max clears his throat. “No. Nothing.” But his ears are red.

You catch his eye from across the room, biting your lip playfully. He exhales through his nose, tapping out a reply:

"Hotel room. Now."

charles leclerc

Charles is lounging on the deck, drink in hand, surrounded by his friends when his phone lights up. He checks it—and immediately sits up straighter.

"I wish I were sitting on your lap right now… but not in a way that’s appropriate for this party."

His breath hitches, fingers tightening around the glass. He shifts, crossing his legs to conceal his growing problem. His brother Arthur notices.

"Charles, pourquoi tu fais cette tête?" (Why do you look like that?)

"Rien," he mumbles quickly, shoving his phone into his pocket.

You smirk, and he glares at you before texting back, “Keep playing, mon amour. See what happens when we get home.”

oscar piastri

Oscar is laughing with his engineers when he checks his phone. His face immediately changes.

"You looked so good this morning. Wish I’d had more time to be on top of you before you left."

His breath catches in his throat. He coughs, nearly choking on his drink. Andrea Stella raises a brow.

"You okay, Oscar?"

"Yep. Fine. Just—uh, spicy food."

He doesn’t dare look at you, knowing the second he does, he’s screwed. Instead, he sends a quick text back:

"You better be naked when I get back."

george russell

George is the picture of politeness, sipping his tea while his mother chats about the weather. Then his phone vibrates.

He checks it discreetly—only to nearly spit out his drink.

"Wouldn’t it be fun if I slipped under the table right now and made you lose composure in front of everyone?"

His grip on the cup tightens, and he clears his throat loudly, shifting in his seat. His mother eyes him.

"Everything alright, love?"

"Yep, just—uh—just remembered something from work."

You blink innocently at him from across the table, and he clenches his jaw before texting back:

"You are absolutely wicked. But don't worry, I’ll make you beg for mercy later."

END

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[81pastrys]

Grid Flirt

Part 1 / 13

Summary— She’s a good racer, pretty, and a good friend. Celebrating the podium had a bit of a hurtle though.

Warnings— flirting with multiple drivers (they return it) ; cursing.

A/N— Diaz is Fernando’s real last name, so used that for her. This one is ehhhh but yk what 🤷‍♀️.

Translations:

Mi flor: My flower (Spanish)

Papi: dad (Spanish)

Rien: nothing (French)

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“P3 you got it girl.” Max said, sitting in the cool down room. “I’m impressed.”

“Really now?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. “Why’s that?” I smirk.

“First race of the season and you got third?” Lando chimed, entering the room. “Didn’t think you had it in you.” He joked.

“With the cars we have, I’m not surprised one bit.” I snap back. “Should be more impressed in me not winning.” I wink at Max. The boys both laugh.

“When you win, there will be a proper celebration.” Max said. He winked at me and my jaw drops looking at Lando. His jaw dropped too looking back and forth between us.

“Looking forward to it.” I say blowing him a kiss. Lando laughs awkwardly.

“Think they’ll replay Strolls penalty?” Lando asked.

“Oh for sure, it was with his teammate.” Max said.

“What penalty?” I ask. I got third but not by much, Oscar was tailgating me through.

“Wheels touched, stroll ended up spinning out.” Lando said.

“Oh shit.” I say. “I was focused on your boyfriend on my ass so I didn’t see it.”

“Osc was tailgating you?” Lando laughed.

“With that 4s gap I wouldn’t have seen it either.” Max said. “There it is.”

We all turn to the screen as it replays the incident. Then you see the four cars speed past, Max, Lando, Me, then Oscar right on my tail trying to pass.

“He was right there.” Max laughed.

“Only showing what he wants outside the car.” I say and laugh at my own joke.

“Diaz!” Lando said before laughing hysterically at my joke.

“What?” I laugh. “It wasn’t that funny Norris!” I say playfully hitting him. “Max was thinking it!”

“Alright our podium crew we need you out there.” A manager says. “What’s with Norris?”

“Inside joke, you wouldn’t get it.” I say laughing slightly.

“You know they video this room?” Max said laughing. “Good try though!”

“Ahh fuck.” I say. “Sorry! Sorry for cussing!”

“It’s alright Díaz.” The manager said. “Let’s get you guys out there.”

We go to the podium and the Dutch national anthem comes on, we hold our trophies up, and do the champagne pop. Afterwards my dad is waiting at the end of the stairs, smiling ear to ear. “That’s my girl.” He said, pulling me in for a hug.

“I saw the incident, I’m sorry that happened papi.” I say.

“Alls alright mi flor, you got podium in the first race of the season.” He said. It’s my turn to smile ear to ear. “Let’s go celebrate huh?”

“What about media and stuff papi?” I laugh. “I have to do interviews and press meetings!”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been up there, you’re right.” He said laughing. “Go do all that and I’ll be waiting mi flor.” He said hugging me again.

As I walk all the guys congratulate me on my podium position. I pass Lance and get nothing. I stop and turn around. “Ríen?” I whine. “I got a podium position.”

“Sorry, meetings.” He said shrugging. He doesn’t have meetings, he just wants to ignore me because of my dad. I pout and continue walking.

I meet back up with my dad and tell him about everything. Even Lance ignoring me. “He’s just upset mi flor.” He tried to console me.

“I know but I always congratulate him papi, this one time he couldn’t for me?” I ask. Lance is usually super supportive of me.

“He’ll come around, just wait.” He said. “I believe it’s time for us to go celebrate.”

I smile big. We got to the hotel to change and he brings me to a nice restaurant for dinner. When we left we had so many fans waiting for autographs. “Are you going to win this year?” So many of them asked.

“I plan on it.” I told them all.

“I plan on winning myself.” My dad jokes.

Once we signed and took many pictures with fans, we go to the hotel. The bar was crowded. Once we realized why, we joined in. All the racers and some teams were in there.

“13!!!” They yell.

“Hey little Nando!” Lance said, clearly drunk. “Good job on the podium today!”

My dad had already walked off so I smile and look at him confused. I see the whiskey glass almost empty and judge the situation.

“Thanks Lan, how many drinks have you had?” I ask.

“Oh I don’t know, like 5?” He said scoffing. “Let’s go dance and party!”

“No, I’d rather take you to your room.” I say. “Come on.”

“I like you Diaz, but not like that.” He said.

“I understand that Lance, but you are drunk.” I say. “Let’s get you to your room.”

“Okay little Nando.” He said.

He put his glass down and follows me to his room. He fumbles with his pockets for his key card, which come to find out, he doesn’t have. “Who’s in the rooms next to you?” I ask.

“Fernando, and…” He dragged out and for too long. I called my dad and he answered. “Piastri.” Lance finished.

“Okay Lance.” I say. “Papi, you have your key card?” I ask.

“Yes, why’s that?” He asked.

“Lance got a bit too drunk, and forgot his.” I say. “Is his room connected to yours by chance?”

“No mi flor, Hamilton’s room is.” He said.

“Okay thank you anyway papi.” I say.

I hang up the phone and call Oscar. He usually doesn’t dabble in liquors. He answers confused. “Hello?”

“Hey, can you come up to your room please, big favor to ask.” I say.

“Yeah I’m on my way up now.” He said. “Any details on said favor?”

“It’s pretty obvious, you’ll see.” I say, hanging up.

“You’re pretty too darling.” Lance said.

“Thank you Lance.” I say annoyed.

This one heats up later on. Her racing number is 13!

[not-too-many-eyes]

A Study on Mesmer Jr.

(Also Known As: Nott is obsessed with the bigot autistic girl from the time travel gacha game and its her birthday tommorow so lets talk about her.)

(CWs: Ableism, racism, child abuse) I Love Mesmer Jr. Which isn't a secret to any of my friends who have had to listen to me talk about her at length. I cannot get her out of my head. I think she's fantastically written, fun to read about, and just an all around interesting character.

As such, I want to take a moment to pull apart Mesmer Jr, and consider her place in this story. To contemplate why she acts the way she does, and to connect to the themes relating to her character. I hope you enjoy reading this.

A Curious Impression

Mesmer Jr makes an interesting impression when you first meet her. For one, she immediately causes alarm bells to rings when she talks to Sonneto, one of her earliest conversations, who she says she enjoys talking to because of their "shared values" she feels the need to say that she would have liked talking to her more if she were a "full-blooded human."

Which is something that you see a lot whenever she's complimenting an arcanist, or considering arcanists in any positive light. Even if it's inappropriate in the context, she feels the need to assert her beliefs, to say that:

Mesmer Jr, Praise: As an arcanist, your performance really amazes me. Wish you were a pure-blood human.

Of course, as we know, Mesmer Jr is an arcanist. She's a full-blooded arcanist. Being noted to be from a very Important family, and even being implied to be more talented than most of her family in their line of work: (The Fallacy of Idealism)

Nobody is more talented in this than Mesmer Jr. Her bloodline gives her outstanding ability and keen senses, which makes everything clear and intelligible to her.

She's also startlingly obedient. She has no noticeable outward negativity towards what Constantine has ordered her to do to Vertin, despite it seeming to cause pain or stress. Insisting that this is the normal treatment given to patients despite Madam Z's opinion, and we learn Much Later that her boss had an ulterior motive to all this.

She's even noted before we meet her to seem like a:

(Open Sandwich)

???: It is the other one- the one with indifferent outlines that makes her look like a refined machine.

Evoking images of perfectly programmed robots and droids that do what they are ordered to perfectly without question.

Of course, in the same part this line is from, the game is already nudging us to be open-minded when it comes to interacting with her. As the first thing we learn about her isn't her personality, isn't her appearance, isn't even her Voice.

It's her abuse.

Dirtied Hands

Open Sandwich is one of my favorite bits of writing in this game. It creates this incredible tension where you just waiting for the bad thing to happen, the line about how the child labor laws were turned into paper to wrap the sandwich is wonderful, and I love it.

But it's also the first time we ever actually hear about her. It depicts her having a Sensory Meltdown. Caused by her family's uh- blatant disregard for children's rights, and exposing her to a patient at age 12 because her skill was useful for the treatment. The trauma of the event marking the start of her "nightmare."

Of course this isn't the Only Thing she has gone through at the age of 12. The entire events of Nouvelles et Textes pour Rien happened during when she was 12. She might of had even more traumatic experience before that, considering she went to SPDM, a school that we know Very Well for their child abuse, and she Certainly had traumatic experiences afterwards.

She Is a 16 year old therapist taking care of The Foundation's most "unstable" patients, after all:

Mesmer Jr, Suitcase Climate: Those insane people screamed and rushed out of the guardroom. They kept meaninglessly and repeatedly roaring. Then, their blood shed on the snowy ground. I've seen that a lot.

The Rights of Children Don't Matter when there is Scarcity. Her needs are secondary to The Company's. Her welfare simply isn't important for the Foundation's Beautiful Future. Only the skills and infromation she can provide.

Constantine even manipulated Mesmer Jr into telling her the plan. Purposefully traumatizing her so that she would become scared and anxious. She Asked her to help them, trusting that Constantine, an adult she trusted, would be able to help. Constantine just lied, and made her continue to treat these people even when the experience mind numbingly traumatic for even fully-grown adults.

As a result, Mesmer Jr has developed multiple mental illnesses. Most notable OCD, but she seems to hallucinate in her Monologue.

She's not exactly a healthy person, which really compounds how much you Don't want her to be a therapist.

Of course, it's not like she would ever seek actual proper treatment for it.

For many reasons.

For one, Reverse 1999 is not exactly a kind world to the mentally ill, and she herself is a good example as to why.

Proper Treatment

Let's go back to the first thing I mentioned about Mesmer Jr. She's a bigot, she's a certified racist to every arcanist she ever talks to. She thinks humans are the superior race that will overtake arcanists.

She's also ableist. Just horrible ableist. These two bigotries are intertwined in Very important ways. Her hatred of arcanists is informed by her hatred of the mentally ill, and is further informed by what she has been taught about arcanists.

Reverse has established that the way arcanists and humans are generally viewed is that arcanists are the more emotional, unstable, immature ones and humans are the more logical, stable, and mature ones.

Now, this is a stereotype, one that has been proven wrong time and time again. There is nothing logical, stable, or mature about being so upset at a 12 year old you think killing her friends is a good idea.

And similarly, there is nothing actually inherently wrong about being a weirdo, or mentally ill. For one, uh, everyone is a bit of a freak sometimes, and two, Mesmer Jr treats it as if for the world to get better arcanists need to fully disappear and be replaced with human rationality, but Madam Hoffman says it best:

(Chapter 6 Part 15: With Hope Rekindled)

Hofmann: We have all heard it, humans are more rational and arcanists are more emotional. Hofmann: Their sensitive to the darkness of the world, so they can easily become absorbed in their own emotions and ignore reality Hofmann: But, if we put a human child in the position of an arcanist, who always takes on the world because of his uniqueness, who is never understood for his talents... Hoffmann: Maybe he too will become impulsive, sensitive immature and unstable Hoffmann: And that's why it sometimes dawns on me that if we put an arcanist child in the position of a human being who receives enough love, education, and positive feedback... Hoffmann: These 'instabilities' might be controllable. At least enough to keep them from hurting themselves or others.

But Mesmer Jr really does believe wholeheartedly that being a "freak" is bad, and that being an arcanist is to blame for why she is one.

Mesmer Jr, Hat and Hair: Thanks to it, we are all freaks now. Haven't you ever blamed your brain? Haven't you for once vomited due to the sound or whisper in your brain? How naive and ignorant.

That being an arcanist is something inherently wrong, and as a result of that inherent wrongness, that inherent "insanity," they need to be controlled by humanity.

Mesmer Jr, Chitchat II: I can only stand those arcanists from the Foundation and the Laplace. After all, their insanity is contained by humans.

She believes that humans are destined to overtake arcanists like it's natural selection. That it's only inevitable that arcanists will be overtaken by a species that in her eyes, is logical and understandable.

Mesmer Jr, To the Future: Just like Homo sapiens wiped out Neanderthals, arcanists will be eliminated as well. This is not a prediction, but a predestined fate.

This is, of course, due to the systemic part of Reverse's world constantly pushing this idea that arcanists are Inherently more immature and chaotic.

Constantine and her family deeply traumatized Mesmer Jr and then told her it wasn't actually their fault but this Other Group that She is also apart of but Don't Worry it can Be Controlled.

Mesmer Jr: It's not just about age. It was never going to be suitable for me. Mesmer Jr: Unless one day all the arcanists are gone. Pandora Wilson: Then you and I will be gone, too. Mesmer Jr: Exactly, along with the source of my pain

However, Mesmer Jr's own mental illnesses and susceptibility towards being overwhelmed by others emotions does really mean that she finds being around highly emotional people Taxing. She also finds that the unpredictable of life and other people Tiresome.

She was friends with Vertin in the rest when she was younger sure, but even then she did find arcanists overwhelming and "scary," even when she wasn't in the full thick of it, she saw them being treated and found it unpleasant and painful.

(Nouvelles et Textes pour Rien)

Mesmer Jr: But I'm not interested in arcanists. They are all mad people, and we had to treat them after all...They looked scary.

Now, usually, you grow out of this. She's not Born To Be Racist Forever.

In a better world she very much could have, I dunno-

Be able to actually internalize that arcanists aren't actually inherently a harmful thing, but that her needs sometimes conflict with the needs of others and grew up with the tools necessary to understand that this is a fixable problem that doesn't actually need a whole group of people including herself to die to be solved.

Or, something like that.

However, this isn't that world, this world thinks Mesmer Jr is a good therapist, and that her treatment is humane.

So she's seeks to create stability in the world as a result of that lack of support.

Mesmer Jr, Hobby: What you see is the alignment and tidiness. What I adore is this orderly state.

As much as she understands that it's a sign of her own "franticness" that she does this, it gives her comfort knowing that she has things that she Can Control. That her life isn't actually dictated fully by things out of her understanding. That she has the ability to direct her life in a small, maybe even insignificant way.

Cause, she really just doesn't have much control over her life.

Press the Button

Mesmer Jr, Clothing and Torso: ...Achieve the function.

A lot of Mesmer Jr's idolization of humanity comes from this idea of efficiency and simplicity. She talks so much about rationality and "tidiness," but as I've already established Reverse is full of so many instances of "human insanity" so it's plain ignorant to ascribe this trait to humans.

Which, well one she is ignorant, and also racism isn't rational and Mesmer Jr was taught human supremacy of course it's not going to be aligned with actual reality.

Which is true.

However, I do think it's interesting these traits that she idolizes are not from humans but from:

Mesmer Jr, Clothing and Torso: Humans are like machinery, simple and efficient. Arcanists are quite the opposite.

That's who she's actually idolizing here, isn't it? She's not really idolizing humans, that's just the framework she was given. She's idolizing machines and going "Wow humans are so cool."

Her Udimo is a machine.

Not just any machine, but a machine invented in part By Her Workplace, and even when she was 12 the narrator describes her as a "refined machine." Indifferent and rigid.

This is the beautiful controlled being that she is seeking! The beautiful tidy, orderly, calm being that just proceeds with whatever order is given to it. One that has...completely no control over it's life, and what to do with it.

Because, traditionally speaking, Machines do not have the ability to self-determine. They don't exist as people with conscious thought and emotion, but as Things and Tools that can Achieve Functions.

I noted way back in the start that Mesmer Jr is startlingly obedient. She does what she is told, and encourages others to do the same.

She's glad that Vertin:

Mesmer Jr, 100% Bond Conversation: ...Anyway, I'm glad you gave up on those insane plans.

Before saying that she doesn't want to be forced to Lobotomize Her, and that she doesn't actually want anyone to end up in Artificial Somnambulism.

But she doesn't say she won't do it. Just that she's happy Vertin did "give up" because it means that she probably won't have to. This seems to be her general approach. Even if she's not happy, she'll do it, her wants don't matter.

She assumes that she has no other option and that her only path forward is following orders from her boss. That the only path forward is the one set for her. There's no point in fighting it so she's just gonna continue on that path, and others should do the same or else they'll get Hurt. Learned Helplessness.

Sonetto is similar to her in this sense (Mesmer Jr says so herself,) and Sonetto is shown to hold quite a lot of repressed emotions, and to deviate from the rules or what is logical when she feels something is at stake.

After all: (Is ABA Really “Dog Training for Children”? A Professional Dog Trainer Weighs In.)

We all know that we can feel angry without expressing anger. That we can smile when inside we are crying. You can stop someone from expressing an emotion, but that doesn’t make the emotion go away. A dog who has been trained not to growl is considered by trainers to be a “time bomb dog.” When you read about a dog attack that came “out of nowhere” and “without warning,” it is because this sort of method was used to handle “problem behaviours.” Studies show that dogs trained with these sorts of methods actually have an increased rate of aggression, because punishing aggressive behaviour doesn’t deal with the underlying fear and anxiety that caused the aggression in the first place.

But Mesmer Jr, in contrast to Sonetto, who has an interest in poetry and curiosity in the outside world and has the aforementioned repressed emotions. Has no real distinct personal identity. She does not own anything that shows her interests, unlike her other coworkers who usually have at least Something on them. All of her items are stuff made by Laplace and exist unaltered. Even her cute little headband is a EM amplifier is part of the uniform.

She holds no control, no identity, no agency. She exists as a machine that someone can press the buttons of and achieve whatever function she needs to achieve at the given moment.

This is her current state of existence, and it's not something that's exactly sustainable. The cracks in this machine-living have been showing since she was 12. How many more do you think have been created now that she's 16?

The Foundation

Now, this is really depressing, but that's because Mesmer Jr is just a bit of a depressing character. She can't really get away from her job. For one, her parents are horrible, two The Storm means that the world is always on the verge of ending. Where else will she go?

But, as said previously:

A dog who has been trained not to growl is considered by trainers to be a “time bomb dog.”

Similarly, a girl trained to not develop any sort of identity will crack Someday.

I have no knowledge of what could happen next in her story, nor am I interested in theorizing about it. But I do find it interesting to think about.

[bibiddibobiddi-boo]

Rumors

Hello dearies~ I am back for pt. 4 of my Ace x Yuu angst~! Oh how I love this doomed pair~

Summary: There have been rumors around NRC about Yuu and a certain Octavinelle student

Pairing: minor Ace x Yuu, Jade x Yuu?

Cw: angst, gossiping, thoughts about love and cowardice

I recommend listening to Fever by Dua Lipa and Angèle while reading

Peut-être qu'avec du temps,

"Have you heard..."

"They say the prefect...."

".....Octavinelle.... Sophomore..."

"....Jade Leech...."

......

Ça partira.

"Dating!?" Ace exclaims as Epel told him the rumors, which earns him a shush from Deuce. They are still in the library.

"Wait. Come back to that," Ace whispers, looking at Epel as Epel looks bored already, "They are saying that Yuu and that guy from Octavinelle are dating!? What!?"

Et pourtant, et pourtant, et pourtant, je ne m'y vois pas.

"Yeah mate, ya hear' me," Epel says and shakes his head, opening his textbooks again. "People saw them being all cutesy and kissing."

They go back to silence, everybody studying for an upcoming test. Ace, however, is too caught up on the rumors.

So rumour has that Yuu and Jade Leech are dating? They had been seen kissing? Doing couple stuff?

Comme un médicament, moi, je suis rien sans toi.

Ace needs a moment. He stands up and leaves the library without a warning and runs to the nearest toilets. He locks himself in one of the stalls and sits on the floor to reflect.

He had managed to let his dream slip through his fingers. He had been coward. That part of him had showed up just when things were going right.

Sevens, please let this be a nightmare.

But it isn't.

Et je sais que, je sais que jе perds du temps dans tes bras.

He sees them when he leaves the toilets.

Jade and Yuu are walking down the corridor. They are close, Yuu is laughing and smiling, and Jade has a face of possible adoration.

Ace looks away and walks. Where? Good question. Anywhere really.

So the rumors are true.

Wandering around leads Ace to stop in front of the statues of the Sevens. The Queen of Hearts.

Car dans mes yeux, ça se voit.

How ironic. His steps took him back to where Ace and Yuu first met. It was quite the meeting honestly. The fight between Grim, the detention for all of them. Yuu and Grim chasing after him when he tried escaping detention, then meeting Deuce... Great memories.

His smile is bitter as he sits next to the statue.

What is stopping Ace of being with Yuu? What stopped him of saying "Yes, I love you" when they asked the other night, 3 months ago?

La fièvre dans les yeux, oui, ça se voit.

His cowardice.

What would he do when they were gone? How would he deal with a broken heart? 

Mon cœur se serre, j'ai du feu dans la voix.

He couldn't. And his stupid heart decided to prepare for it in advance by refusing to open up to them. Even if he had held Yuu close to it, he couldn't.

Le plus souvent,

As Ace sits there, students pass by. Life goes on. Nobody stops to ask him if he's okay, if he-

"Ace, did something happen?"

C'est quand je pense �� toi

Ace raises his gaze. He feels he seen an angel. A beautiful, scary but dazing creature. Divine and out of reach. He smirks and shakes his head, putting up again his pretend game.

"Just happened to look at your gremlin face, Yuu."

Amour en fièvre...

They are doomed forever with me~

[psmith73]

Always loved this wallpaper in George’s room, but only upon this rewatch it dawned on me where these gnomes come from: the Dutch The Secret Book of Gnomes book series illustrated by Rien Poortvliet. Which had a cartoon series in the 80s The World of David the Gnome.

In the behind the scenes video about the Pink House the set designer talked about how the thought would be that George ended up in a kids’ room by tossing a coin and that it was always too small to contain his werewolf. And it’s probably not a coincidence that the age of innocence ended for the trio in the episode when we see this wallpaper for the last time – in the end of the said episode Mitchell becomes the leader of the Bristol vampire clan and it’s the beginning of the end for all of them basically.

But also, going back to The World of David the Gnome (and the book series), it’s interesting how it ends with the death/transition to the afterlife of David, his wife Lisa and their friend. With their fox friend mourning them and then moving on, meeting another gnome and his friend fox. It’s obviously a coincidence, but still very interesting, how Mitchell, George and Nina died and Annie was left to mourn them and then befriending Tom and Hal. Or even how the trio (Mitchell, Annie and George) left the show and we had a new trinity (Hal, Tom, Alex).

[mariesmagix]

"À part elle, il n'attend rien."

anglaise; "Apart from her, (s)he expects nothing." (Love Story; Indila)

CHAPTER I ; What Of Us?

NOTES; to be honest, i had like literally no idea how to continue from the prologue so actually we're time-skipping backwards LOL

CONTAINS; no y/n, WLW, fluff chapter

The sunlight bled through the off-white, chiffon curtains, warm colors from the stained glass window blanketing the foot of the bed, with time, creeping up to awaken you from your trance of a slumber. You sat up, glancing around drearily and rubbing your eyes with a lazily balled fist, yawning and making your way across the cold tile to your vanity; glancing up to the silver mirror to make eye contact with your own, two familiar eyes.

A soft knock was heard from behind you, followed by the groaning creak of your door and shuffling footsteps; two handmaids, Clarissa, and some other one who was new. "I mended your dress, my princess," Clarissa spoke up, smiling warmly and reaching for you to take it, and go put it on behind the ornate, wooden divider in the corner of the room. You shuffled to your feet groggily from the cushion seat at the vanity, yawning and obliging-- this being a regular, unfortunately daily routine. You didn't mind being doted on, but it sure got annoying, day after week-- week after year.

After changing-- and aggressively having the back lacing of your dress pulled tight and tied, not to mention the struggle of the petticoat beneath your dress, you finally were let be by the two.. kind servants, the newer one getting on your nerves slightly, but you brushed it aside. Unhitching the latches on your window, you pushed open the two sides of the painted bay aperture to where you could lean over the edge, glancing down at the courtyard. It was bustling, with servants, deliveries, and knights-- as per usual, but something new caught your eye.

A carriage clip-clopped its way past the front gates; the driver hopping off to open the door, which welcomed two.. new faces. Or rather, just one-- the captain of the kings' guard, and a smaller figure. He looked your age. You furrowed your brows, reaching for each handle of your window to close it; rushing downstairs, skirt bunched up in two hands. Thankfully, this didn't seem like a formal meeting, so it made sense the handmaids hadn't put you in some straightjacket of a dress. The material flowed with each quick step you took down the stairs. You rushed past servants, and guards, before approaching the tea room, flattening out any wrinkles in your dress, being greeted by your mother off to the side.

"---Darling, thank goodness, for once you've awoken at an earlier hour." She chuckled, stilling you and looking down, fixing the wisps of your hair and tucking them back in your braided bun. "Now, your father and I need to speak with you; since you're finally of twelve this next month. But, first-- you've to greet our guests." Mother shot you a smile, before her demeanor straightened up, raising a brow and looking at you with intent. "Use your manners, be polite, and try to get along." She informed, as if you wouldn't? You shrugged off the thought and nodded up to her, despite her already having turned. You followed to sit down beside your parents in the tea room. A trumpeter approached, stationing beside the door-- clearly this wasn't anyone too important, there being only one musician, but it didn't matter. The fanfare began, and the creak of the two tall doors opened, welcoming the Captain, who you'd saw from your window; and the smaller figure.

That wasn't a boy. Or.. she, wasn't. It was a little confusing, in general, given that her hair was in a shoulder length, dutch braid.. but she was wearing pants... not to mention the puffy, masculine blouse she had on. Certainly, from your window, she had looked like a boy.

"Welcome, Sir Jerald Anderson, of Fort Seaton," The bugler announced, after he'd lowered his instrument. "And the young Lady, Abigail Anderson, of Fort Seaton." He finished, backing away. You stared blankly at the duo, as they approached the table where your family sat-- she certainly didn't look like a lady. Maybe things were different, at Forts rather than palaces; you thought, trying to stay open minded. You watched the adults exchange greetings; but you and the.. supposed lady couldn't stop staring. Or at least, you couldn't.

"Darling," Your mother leaned over to speak beside your ear, "Go introduce yourself, and leave to the gardens-- the adults need to speak." She shooed, and you nodded, reluctantly; rolling your eyes after she'd turned away. You stood from the cushion chair beneath. "You're.. the captains daughter, I presume?" You asked, politely-- only to please your mother.

The girl before you squinted, nodding and looking you up and down. You stepped down from the short platform where you stood, beckoning with a hand for her to follow. "So.. you're the princess?" She asked, almost skeptically, and it made you raise a brow in annoyance. "Who else would I be?" You retorted, crossing your arms whilst walking down an ornate hall of archways, entering the courtyard with the simple click-clack of your short heels. "I don't know, you just.. you're different, than I expected, is all." Abigail shrugged, looking at you expression, before quickly correcting herself, "Sorry-- in a good way. Don't take offense to that,"

At least she had.. some etiquette; you thought, eyeing Abby and softening your expression, not wanting to come off too prudish. "I don't," You dismissed, shrugging and holding your hands behind you, still trying to get out of the habit of crossing your arms. Mother said it made you look improper.

"So.. why're you in Odenia?" You asked, trying not to seem too nosy, but Abby saw past it. She chuckled, giving you a shrug and blowing a loose strand of blonde hair from her eyes. "My dad says it's of war," Abby glanced to you, searching your expression briefly before continuing, "You know, the battles, out in the north." She cleared her throat, and you seemed to get the gist of it, nodding. "You, uhhh.. staying, a while?" You slouched a little, crossing your arms and not caring about your etiquette any longer. Wasn't like mother was here to scold you. "Dad says I'll have to, when he's off to lead the troops to Elden." Abby kicked a pebble loosely with her boot, seeming rather.. nonchalant, compared to the uptight company you were used to. You liked it.

"..cool," was all you could reply with, glancing over at Abby. The morning sunlight beamed down on the two of you, whilst you circled around the garden courtyard; pretty plants with hues of yellow, pink, and various purples littering the scenery. You liked the garden, now.

"cool." Abigail echoed with a slight grin, looking at you sideways, "I always thought princesses had better.. vocabulary." She giggled, the laughter infectious, fuzzy warmth blooming in your chest at the sound. You couldn't help but giggle, too, making eye contact with her. "I think cool is part of a much better vocabulary," You joked; maybe you were getting along, despite how you hadn't at first.

had to use a chapter to drag on the backstory but itll get better next chapter trust

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[shattered-person]

CHAPTER 2!!!!!!!

Chapter #2

"Putain, Piano man va me tuer, il est 19:58!" (Fuck, Piano man is gonna kill me, its 19:58!") Thought Chuuya, before dashing away as quickly as he could to the restaurant.

He would never admit it - if he did Albatross would never make him hear the end of it - but the reason for his unusual delay was that he had gotten pretty caught up in drawing a brown haired boy he saw at the park.

The boy looked as happy as a kid on Christmas and was talking to a black haired candy-eater. He was looking so enthusiastic talking joyfully about whatever subject, that Chuuya couldn't help but wonder what were they discussing. He did hear the word "Eiffel Tower" so naturally, the ginger assumed that the boys were tourists.

On the other hand, he did also hear the words "die" and "jump" so he hoped it wasn't anything serious.

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"J- je suis là!" ("I-im here!") The ginger exclaimed, panting and trying to catch his breath.

"Bon sang, oú été tu Chuuya?!" (Good grief, where were you Chuuya?!")

"Désolé, je me suis fait distrait." (Sorry, I got distracted.")

The boy quickly put on his clothes, which had the restaurant's name on them, before grabbing a notebook and hurrying over to the clients.                                                                 •••

"Where do you wanna go now Ranpo?"

"I don't know, maybe we should head back."

"Sure!"

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An hour later, thanks to Ranpo claiming he knew the way, the duo finally came back to their new home.

"Ahhh, I'm already in love with this place!"

"Yeah, it sure is nice. What d'you wanna eat?"

"CANNED CRAB!" Shouted the brunette as loud as his vocal cords would allow him.

"You need real food Dazai. You've barely eaten anything else then canned crab since Yosano-san bought it home from her trip to Japan."

"But it's sooo good~!"

Ranpo sighed in defeat, already walking to the kitchen.                                    •••

"Alors, Chuuya qu'est ce qui t'a autant distrait, pour que tu sois en retard au travail? Toi qui est toujours à l'heure d'habitude." ("So, Chuuya what got you so distracted, for you to be late to work? You who is usually always on time.")

The flags decided to go to their usual bar after there shift. It was Chuuya's first time there as he only turned eighteen a month ago. The ginger however did not prepare for his friends intense questioning.

Chuuya blushed profoundly at his friends questioning. He certainly didn't want to talk about Brown - haired boy (he had eventually given the boy a name). On the other hand, the flags where his friends, the ginger could definitely trust them.

"Il y avait un garçon que j'ai vu au parc, il été assez mignon et j'ai commencé à le dessiné mais j'ai perdu le sense du temps." (There was a boy that i saw at the park, he was pretty cute and i started drawing him but i lost track of the time.") The ginger admitted, now blushing even harder.

"Oooh,est-ce-que notre très cher collègue ne serait pas amoureux?" (Oooh, is our dear colleague in love?") Asked Ice man, a smirk dancing on his face.

"Tais-toi ça n'a rien à voir avec l'amour, et de toute façon, c'était probablement un tourist." ("Shut up it has nothing to do with love and anyway, he was probably a tourist.")

The friends continued their discussion on something else than Chuuya's "crush" which he was very grateful for. Before long it was near midnight and the friends all headed home, ready to meet again the next day.

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A/N

Chapter 2 ✅

Yea!!!!! Finally done, I had like a boost of motivation and finished this in 1 hour!  Its quite short tho, so take it as a WIP or smth.

Do you think i should give the restaurant  a name? I was planning on naming it "The port" or smth and make M0ri the owner but idk.

Suggestions are open!!!!

I hope you enjoyed this!!! Bye! Ash/Alex 💚💗💚💗

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[onlyonetifosi]

BEHIND THE CAMERA -> CHAPTER 10

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Inside Yn and Joris’ apartment it was not a peaceful morning as tension lingered in the air. Yn and Joris, had been on a rough patch for the past week. The constant arguments had created a palpable distance between them, but with the Grand Prix coming, they had no choice but to put their differences aside.

“Yn, do you have any idea where my passport is?” Joris called out, his irritation thinly veiled.

Yn glanced up, her eyes meeting his with an exasperated look. “I don't know, Joris. Maybe check your bag?”

Their bickering had escalated over the week, each disagreement building upon the last. The tension had reached its peak, yet neither of them was willing to address the underlying issues. The argument had started with a late-night return after a party, but it had spiraled into a series of disagreements over the smallest things. Forgotten housework became a battleground, and their once harmonious home now echoed with the sounds of discord.

"Joris, we can't keep going on like this," she said in French, her voice tinged with exhaustion.

He shot her a sharp look, his response equally sharp, "Maybe if you took things more seriously, we wouldn't have to."

Yn sighed as she packed her bags, glancing at Joris who was doing the same. "We can't let our personal issues affect Charles and the team," she muttered, her tone strained.

Joris nodded, avoiding eye contact. "We'll get through this weekend, and then we can talk."

In the airport, Charles Leclerc greeted his sister with a smile, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing between Yn and Joris. As they joined the Ferrari team, Andrea, Charles' trainer and friend, noticed the strained atmosphere.

"Yn, abbiamo notato qualcosa di strano ultimamente. Tutto a posto tra te e Joris?" (Yn, we've noticed something strange lately. Everything okay between you and Joris?) Andrea asked, concern etched across his face.

Yn hesitated, glancing at Joris before responding, "No, tutto bene. Siamo solo stanchi (No, everything's fine. We're just tired)"

Andrea, however, wasn't easily fooled "Non sembra solo stanchezza. Cosa sta succedendo?" (It doesn't seem like just tiredness. What's going on?) "Ricorda, siamo una famiglia qui. Se c'è qualcosa che va male, parliamone" (Remember, we're a family here. If something is wrong, let's talk about it)

Yn sighed, "Abbiamo litigato. Ma non vogliamo distrarre Charles e il team, quindi stiamo cercando di risolvere tutto privatamente." (We had a fight. But we don't want to distract Charles and the team, so we're trying to sort it out privately.)

Andrea nodded knowingly, his dark eyes showing empathy. "Ricordati che la comunicazione è la chiave. Parlatene prima che diventi troppo grande." (Remember, communication is key. Talk about it before it becomes too big)

Despite Andrea's advice, Yn and Joris continued to maintain a façade of normalcy. The strain persisted until even Charles couldn't ignore the palpable tension.

"Qu'est-ce qui se passe, Joris?" (What's going on, Joris?) Charles inquired, sensing the discomfort.

Joris hesitated before responding, "Rien, Charles. Juste quelques désaccords." (Nothing, Charles. Just a few disagreements.)

Charles wasn't convinced but chose not to push further. The trio continued their work, managing to maintain a facade of normalcy in front of the rest of the team.

As the weekend unfolded, the tension lingered beneath the surface, affecting their efficiency. Andrea, however, wasn't one to let things slide.

"Non potete continuare così. Risolvete i vostri problemi, le vostre energie negative non aiutano né voi né Charles" (You can't go on like this, sort out your problems. Your negative energies help neither you nor Charles) 

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As the morning sun bathed the hotel room in a warm glow on Sunday morning, Yn couldn't help but feel a heaviness in her heart. Yn sighed, glancing at herself in the mirror. She adjusted her makeup, trying to find solace in the routine. Joris, sitting on the bed, was scrolling through his phone, seemingly engrossed in something that wasn't the current situation.

"Joris, nous devons parler" (Joris, we need to talk) Yn spoke up for the first time that day.

"Peut-on le faire plus tard? Nous avons déjà assez de problèmes." (Can we do it later? We already have enough issues) Joris glanced up to look at her across the room, his expression a mix of frustration and exhaustion.

"Non, Joris. C'est assez. Je ne peux pas continuer comme ça" (No, Joris. It's enough. I can't go on like this)

Their eyes met in the mirror, and a heavy silence lingered for a moment.

"Je m'ennuie de toi" (I miss you) Yn starts as she feels her eyes getting teary of the frustration she has had for more than a week.

Joris put his phone down, looking genuinely surprised by Yn's vulnerability.

Joris met her gaze, his expression softening "Yn, je suis désolé pour tout. Les disputes, c'était idiot. Je ne voulais pas que ça dure aussi longtemps" (Yn, I'm sorry for everything. The arguments were foolish. I didn't want it to last this long)

Yn nodded, a tear escaping her eye "Moi non plus. J'ai manqué de sommeil cette semaine, et je ne pouvais pas être en colère contre toi plus longtemps. Tu m'as manqué" (Me neither. I've been sleep-deprived this week, and I couldn't stay angry at you any longer. I missed you)

They both apologized, acknowledging their faults, and gradually the weight of the week began to lift. Joris reached out and touched Yn's hand, "Je suis désolée" (I'm sorry)

"Tu es magnifique, Yn. As always" (You look beautiful, Yn) Joris complimented her.

"Merci, Joris. You don't look too bad yourself," Yn replied with a teasing smile.

Their eyes locked, and the weight of the past week seemed to lift. Yn and Joris shared a tender moment of reconciliation, their unspoken words mending the fractures in their relationship. Without a word, they closed the gap between them and shared a heartfelt kiss, the first in what felt like an eternity.

As Yn and Joris emerged from their room, hand in hand, the team members noticed the change in their demeanor. Charles grinned, nudging his sister and best friend. "Looks like our favorite couple has made up."

As they made their way to the hotel buffet for breakfast, the other members of the Leclerc entourage couldn't help but notice the change in the atmosphere.

"Siete tornati insieme?" (Are you back together?)

Yn nodded with a shy smile, "Sì, Andrea. Abbiamo risolto le cose." (Yes, Andrea. We sorted things out.)

Andrea clapped Joris on the back, "Sono felice per voi!" (I'm happy for you!)

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As they headed to the race track, the camaraderie between Yn and Joris was evident. Charles, with a smirk, teased, "Finally remembered how to get along?"

Yn playfully nudged her brother, "Shut up, Charles. Today is about winning, and we're all in this together"

As the race unfolded, Charles displayed his skill on the track, and the Leclerc family watched with pride from the pit. The cheers of the team members echoed through the air as Charles crossed the finish line, securing a victory.

In the celebration that followed, Andrea embraced Yn and Joris, "Sono felice che vi siate riconciliati. La squadra ha bisogno di armonia" (I'm glad you reconciled. The team needs harmony)

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[itriedwritingandhereiam]

Free Coffee (timari 2024)

"Hey miss!" Pete calls out to the raven haired girl standing dead on her feet outside a pastry shop in the middle of Gotham. He's got his camera on record and his holding it steady at his side.

The girl blinks slowly and turns her gaze towards him and yikes, she had some serious eye bags. Her hair is held up in two messy buns and her bangs are a centimetre away from covering her eyes. Honestly, dressed in her pink baggy pants and oversized-tucked in t-shirt, she looked like she rolled out of bed but in a stylish way.

"Oui Monsieur?" she responds clearly in a daze.

"I'm Pete, what's your name?" he asks. The girl scrunches her eyebrows.

"Euh, my name is Marinette?"

"Well Marinette, you look like you could use a pick-me-up. Tell ya this, if you're cool with it, I'll give you twenty dollars if you let a stranger facetime your mom and convince her to let them take you on a date,"

Marinette looked wide awake now.

[Pete is a local Gothamite influencer/entertainer. He's built up a sizeable following for someone who created a daily minute long video using nothing but his shitty phone camera, charisma and natural talent for sniffing out interesting people. Today he's filming one of those shorts where you offer people money to do shit.]

"Twenty!?" she exhaled, then mumbled, "I could buy four coffees with that money,"

The statement is slightly worrying but who is Pete to judge.

"You down?" he confirmed.

"Deal," she grinned.

With a petite ravenette in tow, the influencer walked a short distance before they found their second participant.Dark hair half tied up, dressed in in shirt collar and vest and am oddly familiar face, he was visibly just as, if not more, sleep deprived as Marinette.

"Heya mister, I'll give you twenty dollars if you cant convince this girl's" he gestured to the girl behind him, "mom to let you go on a date with her,"

The man looked at the girl with puzzled features before quickly widening his eyes and agreeing.

"What's your name by the way?"

"Oh, I'm Tim,"

"Well Tim, this is Marinette,"

Pete watched the two stare at each other for an uncomfortably long time before they shook hands.

"It's nice to meet you Tim!" Marinette smiled.

"Likewise,"

The ravenette dug into the mini cross-body purse hanging off her shoulder and excitedly handed Tim the phone with her mother's contact open. The phone rung for a short while before a face appeared on the screen.

'Allo?' the asian woman greeted them, 'Marinette?' Tim turned the phone to the woman's daughter.

"Maman!" she waved, "This is Tim! He has something to ask you!"

"Good morning Mrs. Dupain-Cheng," he smiled. 

Huh, Pete doesn't remember them giving each other last names.

"Good morning to you too Tim, to what do I owe the pleasure of this call?" she inquired.

"I wanted to ask you for permission to take your daughter out for coffee this morning. I'm told you're fiercely protective of her,"

The woman hummed in thought, "I suppose once she doesn't exceed ten espresso shots it's fine with me,"

In Pete's opinion, ten was a little excessive. He could barely handle two.

"Merci beacoup Madame,"

"De rien," she answered, "Now! I have a cashier to get back to! Have fun, you too baobei!" She waved, assumingly to her daughter before ending the call.

The three stood in silence for a moment.

"Man, I didn't think you'd get through so easily," Pete admitted.

Tim shrugged.

"So about that money," Marinette smiled, looking at the gothamite expectantly.

"Okay, yeah, you earned it, there's a twenty for you," he handed a bill to Marinette, "and you," one to Tim.

The pair's eyes lit up as chesire grin's painted their faces.

"So coffee now?" Marinette linked arms with Tim.

"Yeah I know a great place! I don't have meetings for the next hour or so,"

"Wait, wait, you're actually going for coffee together?" Pete asked increduously. Did he just play matchmaker for a new couple?

"Yes? I desperately need caffeine and so does he,"

Pete stood agape as the two walked off. He held his camera up and stared into it.

"Bro ain't now way I just played Cupid and lost forty dollars,"

Notes:

Dude: I'll give you twenty bucks if you can convince this girl's mom to let you date her Tim: Sees Marinette in tow. Tim: :0 Marinette: *mouthing. F r e e c o f f e e Tim : :| Tim: : D Tim:Deal

Ao3 fic version

[celluloidrainbow]

PRESQUE RIEN (2000) dir. Sébastien Lifshitz Mathieu, a shy 18-year-old, is on summer vacation in the South of France with his family and Annick, who takes care of his depressive mother. One day, Mathieu meets Cédric at the beach. What starts out as a tumultuous summer fling unfolds into an ardent love story over time. (link in title)

[kilfeur]

Rien que la réunion entre Henri et Mephisto tease le fait qu'Iruma va avoir des ennemis suite aux décisions qu'il a prit concernant l'indépendance du clan des plusieurs oreilles. Mais rien que le regard que Mephisto lance à Henri, ça montre ce que ce dernier serait prêt à faire si jamais la police de la frontière s'oppose de nouveau à Iruma. Quand au fait qu'ils puissent pas se prononcer, dans un sens c'est assez logique ! Vu que c'est un changement qui va s'opérer lentement et à une certaine échelle. Donc il est pas étonnant que les résultats vont se faire attendre ! A voir si ils seront bénéfiques, en vrai je serai curieuse de me rendre dans les restaurants dont a parlé Amaryllis juste pour voir si les carottes ont du succès ou pas. Sinon j'avoue que ça m'a fait marrer que Mephisto va devenir leur voisin. Tandis qu'Amelie est toujours pas prête à se confesser du coup elle va monter en grade. She use the wheelies to escape the feelies ! XD Sinon j'aime bien le détail du badge d'Iruma qui a les mêmes cornes que Mephisto.

Just the meeting between Henri and Mephisto teases out the fact that Iruma is going to have enemies as a result of the decisions he's made regarding the independence of the many-eared clan. But just the look Mephisto gives Henri shows what he'd be prepared to do if the border police ever oppose Iruma again. As for the fact that they can't decide, in a way it's quite logical! Since the change will take place slowly and on a certain scale. So it's hardly surprising that the results will be long to come! It remains to be seen whether they'll be beneficial, in fact I'd be curious to visit the restaurants Amaryllis mentioned just to see whether carrots are a success or not. I have to admit that it made me laugh that Mephisto is going to be their neighbor. While Amelie's still not ready to confess, so she's going to rank up. She use the wheelies to escape the feelies! XD Otherwise, I like the detail of Iruma's badge, which has the same horns as Mephisto.

[ask-the-koopa-family]

A little story between Bowser and Cherry...where Cherry speaks French👀

Art/story is mine dont copy/repost!

The evening air was cool and crisp, the stars scattered like glittering jewels over the castle balcony. Bowser leaned heavily against the railing, his gaze fixed on the horizon. It was rare for him to have moments like this—quiet, peaceful, and undisturbed.

Cherry strolled up beside him, her movements graceful and deliberate. She rested her elbows on the railing, her lips curling into a sly smile. “Well, well… Is the mighty King Bowser… relaxing?” she teased, her voice dripping with playful amusement.

Bowser grunted, glancing at her briefly before looking back out at the night. “Even kings deserve a moment of peace,” he replied, his tone gruff but not unkind.

Cherry tilted her head, studying him with a mischievous glint in her eye. “It’s nice to see you like this. Almost… charmant.”

Bowser’s brow furrowed as he turned to her, confused. “Charmant? What’s that supposed to mean?”

Cherry chuckled softly, leaning closer to him. “Oh, rien… just a little French. But its easy, it means… charming.” Her gaze lingered on him, her smile widening as she watched his tough exterior begin to crack.

Bowser blinked, caught off guard. “French, huh? Since when do you speak… that?”

Cherry’s grin turned playful, her voice lowering to a murmur. “Since always, mon roi,” she said smoothly, her words rolling off her tongue like silk. She stepped closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Tu sais, tu es vraiment séduisant quand tu essaies d’être dur.”

Bowser stiffened, feeling his stomach flip at her tone. “What… what does that mean?” he stammered, his usual confidence faltering.

Cherry’s laugh was light and teasing as she reached out, brushing her fingers against his arm. “It means you’re very… attractive when you act tough.”

Bowser’s face turned red, and he tried to compose himself, puffing out his chest. “W-well, I am tough!”

Cherry smirked, her expression unrelenting. “Bien sûr… mais tu es aussi mignon, tu sais.”

His eyes widened, the unfamiliar word tripping him up. “M-mignon? What’s that now?”

Cherry giggled, her fingers grazing his hand as she leaned on the railing again. “It means you’re cute.”

Bowser’s jaw dropped slightly, his flustered expression earning another laugh from Cherry. “I—uh… you can’t just say stuff like that and expect me to… uh…”

“Oh, but I think I can,” Cherry said with a wink, leaning closer until their faces were just inches apart. “You like it, don’t you? Admit it, mon roi.”

Bowser cleared his throat, trying desperately to regain control of the situation. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Cherry’s grin widened as she leaned even closer, her voice dropping to a near whisper. “Peut-être que tu n’es pas aussi coriace que tu le penses.”

Bowser’s heart raced as he stared at her, his breath catching. The words, her tone, the way her eyes sparkled with teasing confidence—it was too much. “Alright,” he muttered, his voice quieter now. “Maybe… maybe I don’t mind it.”

Cherry smiled triumphantly, brushing her fingers along his cheek. “I thought so.” She stepped back just enough to meet his gaze fully, her expression softening. “You know, Bowser… you don’t always have to be the tough guy. I like you just as you are—charmant, coriace, et mignon.”

Bowser let out a huff, finally managing a small smirk. “You really like this French stuff, huh?”

Cherry nodded, her tone sincere now. “I do. And it’s even better when it flusters you.” She slipped her hand into his, her smile turning tender. “But seriously… I’m glad I’m here with you. Pour toujours.”

Bowser didn’t fully understand the last words, but the warmth in her voice was unmistakable. He gave her hand a light squeeze, his smirk softening into something almost shy. “Yeah… me too.”

Under the starlit sky, the King and Queen stood together, their bond growing stronger with every word, every glance, and every shared moment of quiet affection.

[transgenderer]

However gratefully we may welcome an objective spirit—and is there anyone has never been mortally sick of everything subjective and of his own accursed ipsissimosity? [Coinage, formed from ipsissima (very own)]—in the end we also have to learn caution against our gratitude and put a halt to the exaggerated manner in which the "unselfing" and depersonalization of the spirit is being celebrated nowadays as if it were the goal itself and redemption and transfiguration. This is particularly characteristic of the pessimist's school, which also has good reasons for according the highest honors to "disinterested knowledge"

The objective person who no longer curses and scolds like the pessimist, the ideal scholar in who the scientific instinct, after thousands of total and semi-failures, for once blossoms and blooms to the end, is certainly one of the most precious instruments there are; but he belongs in the hands of one more powerful. He is only an instrument; let us say he is a mirror—he is no "end in himself". The objective man is indeed a mirror: he is accustomed to submit before whatever wants to be known, without any other pleasure than that found in knowing and "mirroring"; he waits until something comes, and the spreads himself out tenderly lest light footsteps and the quick passage of spiritlike beings should be lost on his plane and skin

Whatever still remains in him of a "person" strikes him as accidental, often arbitrary, still more often disturbing: to such an extent has he become a passageway and reflection of strange forms and events even to himself. He recollects "himself" only with an effort and often mistakenly; he easily confuses himself with others, he errs about his own needs and is in this respect alone unsubtle and slovenly. Perhaps his health torments him, or the pettiness and cramped atmosphere of wife and friend, or the lack of companions and company—yes, he forces himself to reflect on his torments—in vain. Already his thoughts roam—to a more general case, and tomorrow he knows no more than he did yesterday how he might be helped. He has lost any seriousness for himself, also times: he is cheerful, not for lack of distress, but for lack of fingers and handles for his need. His habit of meeting every thing and experience halfway, the sunny and impartial hospitality with which he accepts everything that comes his way, his type of unscrupulous benevolence, of dangerous unconcern about Yes and No—alas, there are cases enough in which he has to pay for these virtues! and as a human being he becomes all too easily the caput mortuum [dross] of these virtues.

If love and hatred are wanted from him—I mean love and hatred as God, woman, and animal understand them—he will do what he can and give what he can. But one should not be surprised if it is not much—if just here he proves inauthentic, fragile, questionable, and worm-eaten. His love is forced, his hatred artificial and rather un tour de force, a little vanity and exaggeration. After all, he is genuine only insofar as he may be objective: only in his cheerful "totalism" he is still "nature" and "natural". His mirror soul, eternally smoothing itself out, no longer knows how to affirm or negate; he does not command, neither does he destroy. "Je ne m'eprise presque rien" ["I despite almost nothing"] he says with Leibniz: one should not overlook and underestimate that presque [almost]

Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil, Kaufmann Translation

[the-bi-library]

Happy bi visibility day!!

To celebrate the occasion, here is the part 1 of my bi4bi books posts!

Books listed

They Hate Each Other by Amanda Woody 6 Times We Almost Kissed by Tess Sharpe Stuck with You by 'Nathan Burgoine This Spells Disaster by Tori Anne Martin Check Your Work by Skye Kilaen Troublemaker by Sean Ashcroft Fake It by Lily Seabrooke A Merry Little Meet Cute by Julie Murphy and Sierra Simone Crystals and Contracts by A.A. Fairview Keep Your Witches Close by Colette Rivera Payback’s a Witch by Lana Harper Ride With Me by Jenna Jarvis Melt With You by Jennifer Dugan Trapped in Love by Danica Flynn Butterfly Chances by Margo Phelps Dearly Departed by Heather Novak Sorry, Bro by Taleen VoskuniWhen It All Syncs Up by Maya Ameyaw More To Love by Georgina Kiersten Play by Nikki Markham Let Love Rule by Frances M. Thompson Defying Convention by Cecil Wilde True Love Bites by Joy Demorra Undaunted by Devin Harnois The Girls I've been by Tess Sharpe The Girl in Question by Tess Sharpe Cut & Run by Madeleine Urban Double Exposure by Rien GrayThe Lady Upstairs by Halley Sutton Of Knights and Books and Falling In Love by Rita A. Rubin The Calyx Charm by May Peterson The Sorcerer's Guardian by Antonia Aquilante

Make sure to check the TWs for all books if necessary.

Here is the goodreads list of these books (and many more which I will post soon)

[roseblackwood]

I don't think it's their meeting, but rather during "At all costs". Asha have a different dress and a tiara because she is now a princess, daughter of Amaya and Magnifico. It was the case in a first version of the scenario. In that case, the person she was stargazing with was her late grandmother (I'll kept her centenary grandfather for symbolic). And Sakina would be her loyal lady in waiting. I called Starboy "Earandel", it means Morning star in old English. And you can see Star too, because I don't think you can't have one without the other. Star could have been a sidekick for Earandel like Valentino for Asha.

Je ne crois pas que ça se passe pendant leur rencontre, mais plutôt pendant "At all costs". Asha a une robe un peu différente et une tiare car elle est une princesse, fille de Magnifico et Amaya. Je n'invente rien, c'était le cas dans une première version du scénario. Dans ce cas, la personne avec qui elle devait aimer admirer les étoiles aurait dû être sa grand-mère décédée (je garderais son grand-père centenaire pour la symbolique). Et Sakina serait sa gouvernante de confiance. J'ai appelé  "Starboy" Earandel, qui veut dire étoile du matin en vieil anglais. Et vous voyez Star aussi, parce que contrairement à tout le monde, je ne crois pas que c'était soit l'un, soit l'autre. On voit les deux, car Star aurait pu être un acolyte pour Earandel comme Valentino pour Asha.

My ko fi

[lightyaoigami]

sharing my writing playlist for my piece in @lawlightzine ∴ pre-order your copy of conviction at lawlightzine.bigcartel.com & read my preview here~

yumeji's theme ∴ shigeru umebayashi

i wanna be yours ∴ arctic monkeys ∴ i wanna be your setting lotion, hold your hair in deep devotion

wicked game ∴ chris isaak ∴ what a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you

memoria ∴ indochine ∴ je te retrouverai comme tu étais, je te retrouverai comme si rien n'avait changé

you're the one ∴ the vogues ∴ since i met you, i just can't forget you, i love you more each day

tessellate ∴ alt-j ∴ triangles are my favorite shape, three points where two lines meet

i need you ∴ steve beddall ∴ i need this fantasy, so i can recognize what's hidden from me

when i'm small ∴ phantogram ∴ bring me to the fire, throw me in the flame, so show me love

i can't handle change ∴ roar ∴ i can't help but repeat myself, i know it's not your fault, still lately i begin to shake for no reason at all

bag of bones ∴ mitski ∴ mercy on me, would you please spare me tonight? i'm tired of this searching, would you let me let go?

end of the world ∴ skeeter davis ∴ i can't understand, no i can't understand how life goes on the way it does

pink in the night ∴ mitski ∴ i know i've kissed you before but i didn't do it right, can i try again, try again, try again?

dreams tonite ∴ alvvays ∴ if i saw you on the street, would i have you in my dreams tonight?

space song ∴ beach house ∴ tender is the night for a broken heart, who will dry your eyes when it falls apart?

end of the world ∴ remy bond ∴ why am i so nostalgic for the now, if only i’m dreaming?

we'll meet again ∴ vera lynn ∴ we'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when, but i know we'll meet again some sunny day