#all the sources tell you everything you need to know

[cheftsunoda]

heal your heart—cl16

smau + real life

carlos sainz x !sister singer reader

charles leclerc x sainz reader

catalina sainz has it all— she is a successful grammy award winning artist, her brother is a well known formula 1 driver, she has an amazing family and wonderful friends. she was also blessed with a fiance and a beautiful baby boy.. she had everything.. until she didn't. her fiance disappears and takes her son with him. catalina watches as her world crumbles...who will be there to help pick up the pieces?

fc : kali uchis

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deuxmoi : sources report that this blind item is about catalina sainz..yikes..let us know what you think!

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username : NOOOO MY SHAYLAAAAAA....my poor baby

username1 : she has been so happy since becoming a mother...you can tell that baby is her whole world. he NEEDS to return that baby NEOWWW. i do not play about miss catalina.

username4 : he took the kid too? that is not just a breakup, that’s a custody crisis. hope she has a good lawyer.

username7 : Y’all love gossip until it’s your fave going through it. This is heartbreaking if true.

username14 : This is why you don’t rush into engagements with people who love the spotlight more than you do. He was just using her.

username20 : hey could you like not be a dick rn...this is her family and real life

username20 : hope and pray this isn’t true. she always seemed like such a devoted mom. taking the child? next level cruel.

username15 : okkkk but who is this fiancé? if u r bold enough to cross the Sainz family and take a child, you better lawyer up and hide...

username : the funny thing is... he is not even famous so he would be using her money to hire a lawyer

username15 : mans is TOAST

username24 : carlos' jet just left for japan...and the drivers are not even supposed to be at the track for another 4 days or so..

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username10 : ohhh shittt

username17 : i know lando is somewhere fuming... that man do not play about the sainz'

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twitter thread!

f1gossipgirls : THREAD: The Catalina Sainz Situation – What We Know, What We Think We Know, and What Might Happen Next.

Buckle up. This one’s messy. (1/10)

So here’s the deal...rumors broke this week that Catalina Sainz—is dealing with a secret breakup and a custody issue involving her fiancé. Allegedly, he left her and took their son without warning. (2/10)

Who is the fiancé? Not confirmed, but fan detectives say he’s a lowkey entrepreneur Catalina’s been quietly seeing for a couple of years. Private IG. Almost no photos together. Suspiciously absent since March. (3/10)

Sources close to the situation say Catalina came home from a trip to LA for work and found them gone. Just a piece of paper that said he was done...Just—gone. (4/10)

Here’s where it gets interesting... Carlos has reportedly stopped following the fiancé on social media (they used to interact), and fans noticed he looked especially tense during a recent press moment and a fan interaction at the airport. (5/10)

Speaking of the aiport...Fan detectives found that Carlos' jet took off for Japan this morning when the drivers are not due at Suzuka for another 4 days...Catalina is rumored to be hiding out in Japan.

(6/10)

Some speculate Carlos has already hired lawyers to get Catalina’s son back. One tweet claims he’s “mobilizing legal resources across two countries.” If that’s true… this isn’t just messy, it’s international. (7/10)

Another theory? This was brewing for months. Catalina’s last public event appearance was in April—she looked off. No ring. No family. No fiancé. Just a carefully curated smile. Fans clocked it then. (8/10)

And let’s not forget... Carlos and Catalina are both famously private. If this went public, it’s not by his or her choice. Which might mean Catalina needs help—and someone close leaked it to apply pressure. (9/10)

Catalina Sainz may have been blindsided by her fiancé, who allegedly took their son and vanished. Carlos is probably involved behind the scenes. And this story? Just getting started. (10/10)

Stay tuned. We’re watching.

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username : if a man took my kid and disappeared...i would def call my big brother too...esp if it was carlos. imagine trying to hide the kid from the whole f1 community #goodluckbro

username2 :the way Carlos is probably trying to keep this under wraps but has already called every lawyer in Spain, Italy, and the UAE...

username5 : netflix pls scrap dts and make a docuseries on finding baby sainz...

netflix : not a bad idea

username7 : IF Carlos shows up to Japan GP with a baby on his hip and no explanation, I’m gonna lose it. FULL TELENOVELA ENERGY.

username14 : me drafting an international missing persons report and i don’t even know them. i am rather emotionally involved now...CAT IS SO MOTHER SHE NEEDS HER BABY

username20 : need cat to come back with a breakup anthem that shames tf outta this man like...'you took my son i took the house'

usernameee : i cannot with you - bye

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twitter!

f1gossipgirls : F1 announced this morning via Twitter that Carlos Sainz will not be present for Media Day at Suzuka. Williams states that it is due to 'personal issues'.

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usernamee : this man’s sister is in hiding and his nephew is missing and y’all thought he was gonna sit down and chit chat w press??

username1 : 'personal reasons' in this particular situation from carlos means 'i am currently in my liam neeson taken arc...srry yall'

username3 : its giving 'media day is canceled because i am currently tracking someone across international borders.'

username4 : williams better be ready to lie, deflect, and deny all weekend because if a single journalist asks about this, it’s over.

username14 : williams : “It’s personal reasons.” us: kk but does “personal” mean international child recovery operation or revenge-fueled manhunt? just so we’re clear...

username17 : media day being cancelled is fine but if he shows up to FP1 wearing all black and dead silent I will SCREAM.

username21 : cat is hiding in the mountains. carlos is skipping press. williams abs giving us nothing...no longer a paddock—it’s a crime scene

usernameee : IF Carlos speaks at all this weekend, i hope it’s just “he’s been found.” then pure silence.

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transcript of james vowles speaking to the press.

press : “James, can you comment on Carlos Sainz’s withdrawal from media duties today? There’s been a lot of speculation.”

jv : “Carlos is an incredibly dedicated driver. When he misses something, there’s always a good reason. Out of respect for him, I think it’s best we let him speak on it directly.”

press :

"Will he be completely pulling out of the race this weekend?"

jv :

"I am not sure the answer to that at this time. I will communicate who will be driving as soon as Carlos reaches out again."

press : “Is it true he's left the circuit entirely?”

jv : “Well, I can’t confirm anyone’s location—I’m not in charge of tracking my drivers,” “but I can tell you that williams supports him, whatever the circumstances may be.”

press : “So… is he okay?”

jv : “I think he’s doing what needs to be done. And I’ll leave it at that.”

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flashback - catalina's home - madrid spain - 7:18 am

I slid gently out of the back seat of the blacked out SUV. I had just returned home to Madrid after being in LA for some work related issues. I gripped at my suitcases as I began to walk towards the front door. I was so excited to be at home. I was beyond tired and just wanted to crawl into bed and hold my son—my pride and joy.

The front door creaked open slower than usual. Maybe I was just tired. Maybe it was just the jet lag getting to me. My suitcase thunked softly against the tile as I dragged it inside. The house was still. Much too still.

No tiny socks by the couch. No squeals of welcome. No welcome home kisses pressed to my cheeks. No low hum of the TV playing in the background.

I tell myself over and over again that this silence is normal. Maybe they are napping- its early. Maybe he took him for a walk- maybe the park. I held onto that maybe with a death grip.

The air felt off...almost stiff...as if the house was even holding its breath.

"Hello?" I called out softly, hoping and praying for response. No answer not even an echo to be heard.

I stepped into the kitchen. The windows were open- he would never leave with the windows open. There was a folded piece of paper left under a mug...the mug he would always pour my tea in. I swallowed- hard.

My chest knew before my brain caught up. I reached for it slowly, my fingers like ice.

One line. Scrawled in that slanted, indifferent handwriting I used to trace on love notes.

“I don’t want this anymore. I don’t want you.”

No signature. No “I’m sorry.” No mention of the child we made together.

The edges of the paper blur. Not from tears. I haven't cried yet. I can’t. I am much too cold all of a sudden.

I fall back allowing the counter to help catch my footing. I suddenly feel my whole body go numb. I reach out and push myself up, not allowing those nine words to make me fall to my feet.

I walk the hallway in a trance and crack open the nursery door. The crib is gone. The rocking chair is gone. Even his little bear nightlight—gone. Like I had never once rocked my baby to sleep in there. Like he never existed.

I don't scream. I don't break. I just stand there, arms limp at my sides, until the silence becomes deafening.

I checked the drawers. Half empty. The wardrobe. Empty. The toy chest absolutely bare. A cold, calculated theft of love. Quiet, surgical.

I drop the note to the floor and wrap my arms around myself as I if I could protect myself from what I just experienced...protect myself from this deafening silence. I knew right then...I had to run. I couldn't live here without my baby— my joy, my reason to keep going. I didn't know where I would go but it didn't matter.

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I booked the flight under my middle name. No return date, no checked baggage. Just my tote bag with a sweater, a passport and prescription for pills I haven't touched since I got pregnant with my son.

No one stopped me, no one even notices me. Not in the airport, not in the first class lounge, not even the flight attendant who handed me my tea and mistook my silence for sleep. If anyone looks twice, they look away just as fast. That’s the trick—move like you belong, and people won’t ask why your eyes are swollen or your hands won’t stop shaking.

Tokyo is loud, crowded, too alive. I took the first train out of the city.

A stranger on the platform told me about a village outside of Nikko- he called it peaceful and quiet. Said it was the kind of place where 'time forgets about you'. Sounds like that is exactly what I want- to be forgotten.

The train winds through mountains so green they almost look fake. Trees blur past like static. I had earbuds shoved in my ears, a hood covering my head and sunglasses so strangers won't ask why I am crying.

When I finally step off, the station is barely more than a bench and a vending machine. I breathe in silence like medicine.

The lodge is old, wood-framed, smells like steam and pine. The owner is a woman named Yui who speaks no English but offers tea and the softest futon I have ever touched. She doesn’t ask questions. Doesn’t press.

I pay for everything in cash. Leave my phone on airplane mode. No Instagram or twitter. For all I know the public still believes I am in LA living my best life.

Out here, there are no mirrors. No headlines. Just mist and mountains.

Some nights I dream of my son’s laugh—those bubbling giggles when he tried to grab my hair. Other nights, I dream of nothing at all, which hurts more.

It sits in my chest like ice.

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present time- catalina's lodge - nikko, tochigi - 8:56 am

Did I want to tell Carlos? No. Did I realize he would come looking for me sooner or later anyways? Yes. I needed him more than I realized. The more I cry, the louder the silence gets, the more that knife in my stomach twists even more. I knew that it wasn't long before the press took note of my absence and I wanted to get ahold of Carlos before those rumors did. That's what happens when you have shitty friends who will sell you out for a single dime.

I wasted seven years of my life for a man who just wanted to see me fail, wanted to see me suffer so badly. I made him. I gave him his career. I gave him our child. Any request was instantly granted. And this is what I get? Taking my only piece of joy away from me. I bet you are wondering...Cat...did you see this coming? And the simple answer is no...he never gave any clues to being miserable in this relationship...if anything I was the one who was miserable. However, that is a story for another time.

I haven't done much since arriving here. I sit outside, I cry, I occasionally scroll through my camera roll and listen to my son's laugh. Admire the way he smiles or how his eyes would light up when he looked at me. Every repeat of the video I feel myself become more pained. I haven't eaten, I vomit if I try. Yui brings me tea and snacks every morning attempting to get me to eat. She doesn't understand but she does at the same time.

I snap out of my thoughts as I hear a car pull up. A low rumble, uneven on the gravel road. It cuts through the silence like a thread being pulled taut. I feel my breath catch in my throat. It’s early. Still dark enough for the fog to cling to the edges of the pine trees outside her window. The room creaks around me, old and wooden, smelling of cedar and steam. I stand, but slowly—like my bones don’t trust it’s real. I move to the door barefoot, heart pounding loud enough to shake my core. Almost like I forget the amount of tears I have cried. That my mouth still tastes like tea I didn’t drink. That I have not slept in nearly 36 hours.

The door cracks open and my older brother is stood in front of me- eyes locked on me like I am the only thing left tethering him to the world. I expect him to say something—ask where the baby is, what happened, why I ran—but he just looks at me. And for the first time since it all broke open, I let someone see the full ruin of me.

"You came." I choked out, my voice barely audible.

Carlos doesn't speak. He steps inside and closes the door gently. He pulls me into him with no hesitation, holding me so tight and placing a kiss on the top of my head. I let myself be held. I gripped onto him like I never wanted to let go. I buried my face in his chest and began to sob.

"My baby...my boy." I yelped mid sob as I feel my feet begin to give out. Carlos catches me and helps me over to the futon- still holding me. Never letting me go.

“I know, Cat.” He murmured as he placed a kiss on the top of my head, holding me tighter.

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I don’t know how long we sat like this— him holding me tight against his chest as if his life depended on it and me silently sobbing into his chest. I feel myself breaking more and more slowly by the minute — the kind of break that is silent and doesn’t make a sound.

When I finally pull away and sit up, my body aches. Like letting go of my safety raft in a body of deep, deep water. I don’t look at him right away— just wrap my arms around myself staring down at the floor.

He doesn’t say anything— he just waits. Then I hear him take a deep exhale.

“I didn’t know who else to call,” I say, and the words come out like an apology. I don’t know why—I didn’t do anything wrong. Except maybe I did.

“You should’ve called me sooner.” He states, not angry, just more of a disappointed tone.

I flinch. “I was ashamed, Carlos.”

There’s a pause.

“Why?”

I let out this stupid, dry laugh. “Because I let him do it. I didn’t fight back. I didn’t even know we were in a fight.”

I glance up at him, then down again, voice thinner now. “I was in LA for four days, Carlos. Just four. Meetings. A shoot. When I got back… everything was gone. The toys. The crib. His clothes. Mine. The drawers were empty. The house was clean. Too clean. Like he planned it.”

Carlos stays silent, but his jaw is tight. I see a muscle twitch in his cheek.

“He left a note,” I whisper. “Just one line. ‘I don’t want this anymore. I don’t want you.’ No word about my son. No ‘I am sorry.’ Nothing. Just left.”

I press the heels of my hands into my eyes, trying to stop the sting that creeps up again. “I didn’t know someone could hate you that quietly.”

Carlos’s voice is low and dangerous. “Where is he?”

I shake my head. “I don’t know. I’ve called. Messaged. Emailed. Nothing. I even tried his parents. They won’t answer. They’re pretending I don’t exist. Like I lost custody or something, except—we were never married. There was never custody to lose.”

He mumbles various swear words in Spanish under his breath. Quiet and sharp.

Then, with a frightening amount of calm, “Alright, then I’ll find him.”

I blink up at him. “Carlos, you can’t.”

“I will.” His tone leaves no room for debate.

“You have a race in literally 3 days.”

“I don’t care.”

“You do care, Carlos.” I stated and rubbed my temples. “Your whole career—“

“This is more important.”

“You sound like Papá.” I muttered with half a smile.

He doesn’t smile back. His eyes are too full of something heavier. He looks…lethal.

“Good.”

And then, softer and almost gentle.

“You’re not alone, Cat. You never were. You didn’t lose him. We’re going to get him back. I swear to you.”

Something in my chest splinters. Not in a painful way—just in that awful, aching way that comes when someone offers you hope after you’ve already convinced yourself you don’t deserve it.

“I don’t know where to start,” I whisper. “I’ve looked everywhere. Checked his bank. Nothing. No charges. No flight. It’s like he vanished.”

Carlos leans forward, takes my hand. His grip is solid. Warm. “He didn’t vanish. People don’t vanish. They hide. And hiding leaves a trail.”

He says it like someone who’s spent a lifetime studying the details no one else sees. Racing lines. Different curves in every single track he’d ever raced. Tire degradation. Now— my ex.

I close my eyes. Let the silence settle around us again. The wind brushes the paper screens, and somewhere outside, a crow calls once, sharply.

“I was afraid if I told you, it would make it real,” I admit.

He doesn’t let go of my hand. “Mi Cariño, It’s already real. But now it’s not yours to carry alone.”

For the first time in days, I believe that might be true.

I let out a shaky breath, and for a moment, we just sit there. Two siblings in a borrowed room, far from everything we know, quietly starting to piece together a way back.

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this will be a little mini series - probably 3 or 4 parts. i genuinely cried while writing this... i feel like it is some of my strongest writing. let me know what you all think so far!

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SSR Jade Leech - Shore Celebrant Vignette

"The light I had been continuously chasing"

[Ultramarine City – Part in Plaza]

Grim: Ooh, there's a ton of souvenirs being sold over there, too.

Rook: You're right. We should go take a look.

Jade: There is a fascinating store that isn't in an easily spotted location, as well. I can point it out as we near it.

Malleus: A fascinating store? I wonder if they carry more unusual items. How exciting.

Riddle: When Jade says "fascinating," I feel a little― no, very uneasy… However, I'm also interested.

1. I'm excited!

Jade: Oh my, I had no idea you were looking forward to it that much. I am elated, of course, but now I am feeling the pressure. Jade: I do hope it will strike your fancy as well, [Yuu]-san.

2. I'm nervous…

Jade: No need to be so frightened. This is just a lovely little town with such bright and cheerful people, no? Jade: I'm sure there aren't any items there with any kind of shady origins. Most likely…

Riddle: Have you gone to that shop with Azul or Floyd?

Jade: Not at all. Those two were not interested whatsoever, and passed by the store without stopping.

Jade: And that was merely because, according to the flyer plastered on the storefront, they source their wares directly from merfolk…

Jade: Some of their available merchandise include items such as fortune-telling seaweed, or instruments and accessory cases made out of shells.

Jade: I've heard they even raise seahorses with anemones on their heads.

Jade: None of that is all that unusual for us merfolk. So that is why they had no interest in going inside.

Jade: However, I'm sure it is filled to the brim with objects land-dwellers like yourselves would have never seen before. I do hope you will enjoy it.

Rook: Oui! Just hearing about it is quickening my pulse.

Grim: Hey, do they got anything to eat, though? I wanna eat all the delish stuff they got from under the sea!

Jade: It did seem like they sold what would be considered standard fare for merfolk, so I'm sure they'll have something of the like. For example…

???: Woah, hey… Is that you, Jade-kun!?

Jade: Oh my, if it isn't you…! I'm afraid it has been some time.

Jade: Yes, I'm Jade Leech. Thank you for everything you did for me back then.

1. Do you guys know each other?

Jade: Indeed. I had previously attended a training camp for merfolk who would come to the surface world… Jade: He was one of the people working there. He had his work cut out for him while looking after us.

2. Who is this guy…?

Jade: Are you aware of the training camp specifically created for merfolk who would come to the surface world? Jade: He was one of the people working there. He took very good care of us there.

Jade: I must say, I was not expecting to run into you here at Ultramarine City… Are you on vacation?

Training School Staff: Actually, I'm working. Well, I say that, but we've got no merfolk attending our little school right now.

Training School Staff: I'm just scouting out some new places in Ultramarine City to help in our walking course.

Jade: I see. If you were to showcase many beautiful locations, there may be more interest within the merfolk community to come to land.

Training School Staff: That's right. I'm gonna come up with a plan so amazing that it'll even get you from back then excited.

Rook: "From back then"…?

Training School Staff: Ah, whoops. I gotta get back to work.

Training School Staff: I'm glad you're enjoying yourself on land, Jade-kun. Tell the other two I say hi!

Jade: Of course, I'll let them know. Goodbye.

Jade: Sorry to keep you all waiting. The shop I'd like to show you is over this way. Let's head there now.

Grim: Yeah! Let's go already!!

[Ultramarine City – Sunshine Bay Restaurant]

[everyone chats away]

Jade: Oh also, we ran into one of the staff members from the land acculturation camp during our excursion at the Part in Plaza today.

Georgina: My, my, all the way in Ultramarine City? What an unexpected coincidence.

Jade: Indeed. He said he was glad I was enjoying myself on land.

Georgina: I see… It seems the staff there did so much to take care of you while you were there.

Georgina: Even when my husband and I would need to come to land for work, neither Jade-san nor Floyd-san would want to come with us at all…

Georgina: So there were times when we thought you would return to the sea without any interest of staying on land.

Jade: I had no idea you thought that way… This is the first I've heard of this.

Rook: The staff member we met earlier did allude to a little something from your past…

Rook: It seems to me like you didn't have much interest to the surface world when you were younger, Jade-kun.

Georgina: That's true. At the very least, it looked as if he could enjoy himself plenty under the sea without coming to the surface.

Jade: Yes, that is true. I was quite content there.

Georgina: Back then, even his teachers would report that he was doing well, with no issues.

Georgina: He would constantly be praised on his classroom etiquette, grades, and the way he presented himself…

Georgina: Which is why I was surprised one when his homeroom teacher relayed to me that "Jade-kun hasn't come to school" one day.

Jade: Ah, that was in middle school, yes.

Riddle: You mean to say you were absent from school without authorization?

Jade: That wasn't the case. I had no intention of missing classes whatsoever.

Jade: However, this situation was due to an unavoidable circumstance. That's because…

Jade: I had gone missing for three days straight.

Rook/Riddle: WHAT!?

[Ultramarine City – Sunshine Bay Restaurant]

Jade: However, this situation was due to an unavoidable circumstance. That's because…

Jade: I had gone missing for three days straight.

Rook/Riddle: WHAT!?

Riddle: Well, I assume since you're here with us now that you were able to make it home safely…

Rook: I can't just let you say that you went missing and not ask anything. …Were you caught up in some sort of incident?

Jade: …It happened a few years ago.

Jade: I went missing the day after a terrible storm. I do recall that I was quite excited that morning.

Riddle: Why's that?

Jade: Oftentimes after a rain or thunderstorm, it becomes much easier to find strange and unusual items milling about.

Jade: So while I was off wandering, I had finally found something interesting. There was an object floating in the cold, dark water.

Jade: It was giving off a faint light, shining red, blue, green in a continuous rhythmic pattern…

Jade: My younger self was completely taken in by it with one look… And so I chased after the light as it drifted further and further away from me.

Rook: To see little Jade-kun chasing after a small light within the dark depths of the ocean…

Rook: Ohh, how brave he must have been. Just imagining it brings a smile to my lips and a tug on my heartstrings.

Jade: Indeed. It's hard to say just how long my sweet, innocent baby self swam for…

Jade: My tailfin was starting to feel heavier and sluggish, and just as I was about to give up on the impossible task I had set myself…

Jade: The light I had been continuously chasing had finally appeared right before me!

Riddle: Finally, the story is getting somewhere. What happened next?

Jade: I reached out my arm as far as it would go, and just I grasped that light…

Jade: The world suddenly started spinning around me.

Jade: I had gotten caught in a whirlpool.

Jade: It was a location known to be dangerous waters that we were told not to go anywhere near…

Jade: But because I was so focused on capturing that strange light, I had ended up in such a dangerous place before I had realized it.

Jade: Goodness, how terrifying it is to possess such youthful impetuousness…

Riddle: That's not the point here, now, is it?

Riddle: For you to be caught in a whirlpool up in those northern seas… I've read in textbooks that those were the primary causes of shipwrecks in that area.

Riddle: And yet despite that you were able to find your way home unharmed… It seems you somehow have the devil's luck.

Jade: Oh no, I was not completely unharmed, not at all!

Jade: I ended up in a stretch of ocean in which I could not get even a single tiny fish to come near, and for three days and three nights, I wandered with an empty stomach…

Jade: By the time I finally made my way back to more familiar waters… I was completely despaired, thinking it was all over.

Rook: Le misérable! That must have been such a frightful experience.

Jade: Yes, I still cannot forget it to this day. When I think of the look on my mother's face as she waited for me out front of our home…

Rook: Your mother's face?

Rook: Do you mean... She looked completely worn out because you had disappeared?

Georgina: Yes, indeed. I had been so, so worried… Right, Jade-san?

Jade: …Back then, my mother simply smiled, saying, "You've finally come home…"

Jade: Before squeezing my whole body EXTREMELY TIGHTLY…

Jade: Her embrace was so tight that it would make even Floyd's squeezing taunts seem adorable.

Rook/Riddle: Well, that's…

Rook: It must have been a very warm embrace.

Jade: Absolutely. Every single bone in my body cracked.

Georgina: Mhmhm. I simply could not contain my joy when I saw my beloved son home safe for the first time in days.

Riddle: On top of breaking curfew without prior notification, he also hadn't come home for three days.

Riddle: If we consider those circumstances, it's only natural that he would have received such a severe punishment.

Georgina: Oh, it seems like things are a little more rigid in your household, Riddle-san.

Jade: Our family is fairly hands-off.

Jade: Not only have we never had a curfew, but neither have we been scolded for not coming home for a number of days.

Riddle: Eh? Then why did she… squeeze you, Jade?

Riddle: If there is no issue with you not coming home for a few days, then I can't imagine why you would have received that sort of punishment.

[Riddle comes to a realization as Georgina smiles]

Riddle: …Ah, my apologies. It wasn't a punishment, it was an embrace.

Georgina: Well, of course, it was because his school had contacted me.

Rook: I see. So that was all due to his disappearance not staying a family matter.

Georgina: That's right. I don't mind one bit if it inconveniences me. However, it is a completely different matter if it were to cause any other person trouble.

Georgina: I don't care how they spend their own time, but the onus is on them to take care of everything themselves.

Jade: In the end, after all that, just as was said, I was "squeezed" tightly…

Jade: Add onto the fact that I had been swimming for quite a long time, and my whole body was aching all over for the next few days. I ended up resting at home from school for the next week.

Jade: When I look back on it now, it truly was quite the blunder. I was severely laughed at by Floyd, as well.

Georgina: Which then led to the two of them into another big fight, so I had to hug the both of them then.

Georgina: The both of them were quite sulky for a little while after that, but by the time Jade-san was ready to go back to school, they'd completely made up…

Georgina: The next thing I knew, those two had gone off together somewhere. Children truly are a wonder.

Riddle: How utterly unrestrained… This sort of thing would never have come about in my home. Maybe that's why I'm so incompatible with you two.

Rook: I suppose this all comes from the fact that you value your children's independence.

Rook: It seems the upbringing of the Leech family is quite similar to my own family's.

Jade: Well now, that's fascinating to know. I would love to know more about your family as well, Rook-san.

Rook: Hehe, perhaps, if the opportunity unveils itself. By the way, Jade-kun…

Rook: In the end, what was that strange light that you had found?

Jade: Well…

[Ultramarine City – Sunshine Bay Restaurant]

Rook: In the end, what was that strange light that you had found?

Jade: Well…

Jade: It was a toy ring. It was the type that was battery-run and would light up…

Jade: Perhaps it was due to having been in the water for too long, but by the time I had come to, it had broken and stopped working.

Rook: Oh là là… What a shame.

Riddle: You wandered off during school hours, trespassed in a restricted location, and worst of all, you were absent from school without permission…

Riddle: THAT IS NOT NEARLY AS BIG OF A PENALTY AS YOU SHOULD HAVE RECEIVED FOR BREAKING SO MANY RULES!!

Jade: Is that so? What a harsh thing to say, Riddle-san.

Riddle: This falls nowhere near any levels of "harsh"! Besides, you fell into that dangerous situation merely because you weren't paying careful attention, right?

Riddle: So why is it that you couldn’t learn from what happened and try to fix your behavior?

Riddle: Even just the other day in alchemy class, you had to be stopped by the professor from mixing together a forbidden concoction.

Riddle: I truly cannot understand why you would do something you were told not to, despite having been given the proper warnings.

Jade: Perhaps it's because... it's simply human nature to want to do something especially after being told not to.

Riddle: DON'T SPLIT HAIRS! Good grief, this is why you're always…

Georgina: …...

Rook: Oh, is something the matter?

[They watch Riddle berate Jade]

Georgina: Hmhm, I'm just somewhat happy to see Jade-san with a friend who would be upfront and chide him like this.

Georgina: Thank you as well, Rook-san.

Georgina: It's not often that those around him understand him for who he is. I'm simply elated to have you look after him so kindly.

Rook: There's no need to thank me. I am just enjoying seeing how his mind works.

Georgina: Mhhm, to think he has such wonderful classmates and upperclassmen taking care of him… Jade-san is quite the lucky one.

Jade: Oh, my. Mother, you aren't trying to drag Rook-san into anything troublesome, are you?

Georgina: I was simply telling him how wonderful it was that you were able to become a student at Night Raven College.

Georgina: It seems that spending every single day like this with your fellow school mates has been quite a stimulating experience for you.

Jade: Yes, indeed.

Jade: A waylaid visitor from another world. A direbeast that was specially allowed to enroll as a student, despite his origins.

Jade: An upperclassman who is a world-renowned great mage.

Jade: A mysterious upperclassman with keen senses of observation and is quite receptable.

Jade: And finally, a hot-headed classmate who is not only at the top of our class, but also the Housewarden of Heartslabyul.

Jade: There are so many more individualistic personalities there as well that I never have the time to be bored.

Jade: There may come a day that I return to the ocean, yes…

Jade: But at the very least, I am certain that I still have a very enriching school life ahead of me, as well.

Jade: This experience will also be included among my school life memories… So, I must see tomorrow's Eternity Float be a success with everyone's help.

Jade: We will absolutely flip that boat as hard as we can, and recreate the tale.

Georgina: Well now, I am truly looking forward to tomorrow now.

Jade: Entrust it to me. I'm certain that this wedding will be one to remember.

Requested by @clove-noko.

[mocchiixxx]

Words in Ruin Series # | 11 : Boo Seungkwan 🍊

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Miscommunication, Emotional Healing

Warnings: Shouting, emotional breakdown, crying, comfort and reconciliation

Summary: Seungkwan’s laughter is infectious. His sharp wit and confident demeanor have always been a source of joy for those around him. But lately, the weight of constant expectations, both from the public and himself, have been chipping away at his spirit. When he lashes out at you, the person who’s always stood by him, he regrets it immediately, but the damage has already been done. Will you be there to help him rebuild the pieces?

The text came just as you were finishing dinner.

“Y-nnie, Seungkwan's not doing well today.”“He’s been quieter than usual… Don’t take it personally if he snaps, okay?”– Soonyoung🐯.

You frowned at your phone, heart clenching.

Another came seconds later.

“He messed up during rehearsals. Tried to laugh it off, but we can tell it hit him hard. Just be gentle with him tonight.” – Jeonghan.

You sighed quietly as you put your phone down.

It wasn’t the first time the members had reached out like this. They knew how close you were to Seungkwan, how often he ran to you when things got too loud or too heavy. You were his safe space. His place to fall apart, even if he never said it out loud.

Still, it hurt to know he was struggling and pretending like he wasn’t.

You looked down at the table, his favorite soup was still warm, the rice fluffed just the way he liked. You had lit a candle even though you knew he’d tease you for being cheesy again.

But tonight wasn’t about romance. It was about giving him peace, in whatever little way you could.

You looked around the apartment, quiet, warm, soft lighting, and hoped it was enough.

The door opened a while later.

You didn’t even have to see him to feel it.

The energy that usually radiated off him, like sunshine wrapped in sarcasm, was missing.

His steps were sluggish. There was no sing-songy “I’m home,” no dramatic entrance like he always did when he wanted attention.

Just the quiet thud of his bag hitting the floor and the soft shuffle of shoes being taken off.

You stepped out from the kitchen gently, not wanting to startle him. “Hey,” you said softly.

Seungkwan didn’t even look up.

“Kwannie, it’s okay to take a break,” you said gently, standing by the doorway as he was removing the tie of his shoes, still in his stage clothes, sweat-drenched and clearly worn thin.

He barely acknowledged you, brushing past in silence as he kicked his shoes off, picking up his bag once again, shoulders sagging under exhaustion. His hair was damp, face flushed, and eyes clouded.

This wasn't the bright-eyed Seungkwan you knew, the one who could light up a room with a single witty remark or laugh that echoed with warmth.

You followed him quietly into the kitchen. “I made your favorite. I thought it’d help you recover.”

No response. He dropped his bag on the dining table with a loud thud that made you jump slightly. He stared at the table, then at the floor.

“I’m not hungry,” he muttered, voice clipped and cold.

Your heart sank. “Kwan… you didn’t eat lunch. You need to eat something, please.”

His jaw clenched. “I said I’m not hungry!”

You flinched. His voice, so sharp, so unfamiliar, cut straight through your chest.

Still, you tried to keep your voice calm. “I’m just worried, love. You’ve been pushing yourself so hard lately. I can see how tired you are.”

He turned to face you, and the frustration in his eyes startled you.

“Why do you always do this?!” he snapped, eyes suddenly glassy. “Why do you act like everything’s okay just because I’m home? Like your food or your soft voice can magically fix it all? I’m not okay! And I’m sick of pretending I am!”

Your mouth opened, but no words came out.

“You think because I smile and crack jokes that I’m fine? That I don’t feel anything?” His voice cracked, and for a moment, the mask slipped. “I’m not some entertainer for you to fix. I’m tired. I’m burnt out. And I feel like I’m falling apart, but no one seems to care unless I’m breaking down in front of a camera!”

You stared at him in shock. The man you loved, so sensitive, so expressive, was now standing in front of you like a shattered mirror, reflecting only jagged pieces.

“Seungkwan…” you said softly, but your throat was tight. “Why are you yelling at me? I didn’t do anything wrong…”

His face immediately fell. Guilt flooded his expression as he looked away, biting his lower lip.

“I… I didn’t mean that,” he whispered.

“But you said it,” you whispered back, tears brimming in your eyes. “You’re hurting, I can see that. But I’m not your punching bag.”

He sat down at the edge of the table, burying his face in his hands. His voice came out broken. “I know. I know, and I hate myself for it. I just… I don’t know who I’m supposed to be anymore.”

You stood there for a moment, watching the man you loved fall apart in front of you, unsure if stepping closer would help or hurt more. Eventually, you sat beside him, gently placing a hand on his back.

“I get it,” you said softly. “You feel like you have to be strong all the time. That if you crack even a little, the whole world will see and question everything about you.”

He sniffled, his voice muffled. “I’m so tired, babe. I don’t even remember the last time I laughed for real. Not for a camera. Not for a crowd. Just… laughed, because I felt like it.”

Your hand rubbed slow circles on his back. “You don’t need to perform for me, Seungkwan. Not now, not ever. You don’t have to smile if you don’t feel like it. You don’t have to talk if it’s too much. Just… let me be here.”

He turned to you slowly, his cheeks tear-streaked, eyes swollen and red. “I shouted at you. You shouldn’t still be here.”

“I’m not here because you shouted at me. I’m here despite it,” you said. “Because I know that wasn’t you. That was the pressure talking. The pain you’ve been hiding. And you’re allowed to have a breaking point.”

He reached out, tentatively touching your hand. “I’m scared,” he said. “That if I stop pretending, people won’t love me anymore.”

You squeezed his hand gently. “Then let them go. Because the people who truly love you, like me and your members, will love you even on your worst days.”

He leaned into you, pressing his forehead against yours, letting out a shaky breath.

“I feel like I’m always letting someone down. The members. The fans. Myself. Even you.”

“You’re not,” you whispered. “But you’re allowed to rest. You’re allowed to cry. You’re allowed to be.”

“I’ll try,” he said, voice raw. “I can’t promise I’ll get it right all the time. But I’ll try to stop shutting you out.”

You pulled him into a tight embrace. “That’s all I ask. You don’t have to be perfect. Just be you. That’s more than enough for me.”

He clung to you like a lifeline, the dam finally breaking. The apartment filled with quiet sobs and whispered apologies. You held him through it all, through every tremble, every tear, every confession of fear.

After a long silence, he pulled away just enough to look you in the eyes.

“I love you,” he said, voice barely audible.

“I love you too,” you replied, brushing his bangs from his forehead. “More than you know.”

He let out a soft breath. “I don’t deserve you.”

You smiled. “Maybe. But you have me anyway.”

“Oh, by the way, don't forget to thank your hyungs when you see them. Soonyoung and Jeonghan oppa especially, they warned me before hand about you looking so down so I'm slightly prepared to a gloomy you. ”

A broken laugh escaped him then soft, real, a little tear-stained. And for the first time in weeks, it didn’t sound forced.

“Those guys... I'll thank them when we see each other tomorrow. Thank you for being patient with me babe.”

He leaned his head on your shoulder, and you sat there, the cold food forgotten, the weight on his chest just a little lighter.

You knew there would be more bad days. But you also knew he wouldn’t have to face them alone anymore.

Because behind the laugh, behind the exhaustion, behind the expectations...

there was Boo Seungkwan. And you’d always be there to remind him that he was loved, even in silence.

Taglist: @babycaratdeul @viacb97 @christinewithluv

[puprdou]

draken... bf hcs... that's all I ask of u... fluff and smut and angst and everything u can give... draken... ooh draken...

yes of course i will, pft.. anyways, this is coming straight from the source, which your already aware of- so.. yeah, enjoy, sweetheart^^

boyfriend!ken ryuguji who only lets you give him those special little nicknames. and, no, i don’t mean ’ken-chin’ like how mikey calls him, i mean those sweet little nicknames and pet names that he secretly loves, trying not to show how affected he is by your affection.

boyfriend!ken ryuguji who often asks distant, and of course, oblivious, being the dense man he is; but on the inside, cares about you the most in the entire world. he couldn’t even imagine a world where you’re not with him.

boyfriend!ken ryuguji who won’t even realize your advances on him; he can’t tell flirting between normal talking for the life of the poor boy. it was quite sad, really—you thought he just didn’t like you back, but he did.. he just didn’t know what to do about it.

boyfriend!ken ryuguji who’ll get you small gifts, and remember little things about you as a way to show his love for you rather than verbally. he’s not good with verbal romance, and frankly he’s not good with romance at all; but there are the small things like that, that even he, is capable of.

boyfriend!ken ryuguji who, when emma had died, went into a spiral; at the time when she had died, the two of you were just friends.. but, after your extreme mental help, offering to go to therapy with him in case he can’t do it alone, and always being there when he needs to let it out, had ended up becoming something more.

boyfriend!ken ryuguji who always goes to you whenever he needs to let it all out. he has to be strong on the outside, has to keep a brave face and act as the stern person he is.. but on the inside, he’s really just a softie. and he needs you, he needs you to feel okay; whenever he just.. needs to cry, he knows you’ll lend him a shoulder to cry on.

boyfriend!ken ryuguji who lets you braid his hair whenever you ask, but only you. usually it was just him, or sometimes the girls in the brothel who braided his hair, but he found the comforting touch of your nimble fingers running through the silky locks of hair so.. nice. relaxing.

boyfriend!ken ryuguji who, if you’re ever feeling sad, will let you give him little pigtails with his long hair, the front strands left braided, little scrunchies and hairpins mixed in. he even lets you paint his nails, as long as it helps you feel better.. but don’t ever take a photo or a video of it; he will figure out a way to delete it off of your phone. there was no way he was gonna let you blackmail him with that.

boyfriend!ken ryuguji who will smugly grin, panting heavily as sweat rode down his forehead, on all fours. whenever he did push-ups when you were nearby, he always, and i mean, every time, told you to sit on his back so he had more of a challenge. it was too easy without your weight on him.

boyfriend!ken ryuguji who’ll walk around shirtless all the time whenever he’s alone with you at your place, because he knows you love his scar, and, of course, his toned figure with those shining muscles across his defined upper body. yes, he did do it purposefully to tease you.

boyfriend!ken ryuguji who loves it when you come by to see him when he’s fixing up mikey’s bike for his next race. he loves seeing your gaze glazed over, traveling along the smooth veins sprawling across his strong arms, shining with sweat due to how hot it had been that day.

boyfriend!ken ryuguji who always pushed you down by your upper back, face shoved down into a pillow as he lazily thrusts in and out of you, soft pasts escaping past his lips. he loved fucking you in doggy, but it was so fun seeing your messy hair sprawled out, back arched as you desperately dug your nails into a pillow in a pathetic attempt to stabilize yourself.

boyfriend!ken ryuguji who loves kissing between your thighs—biting and sucking roughly on the plushy skin—seeing the marks that are left behind, the tremble in your limbs, it made his mind go foggy with the need to be buried inside of your pretty pink pussy.

boyfriend!ken ryuguji who loves it whenever you cockwarm him; it didn’t matter where; on a motorcycle, in the house, he didn’t care, he could cum alone just from the feeling of your cunt sucking him in so desperately. the way his cheeks so pink as he tries to keep his composure is so oddly endearing, too.

boyfriend!ken ryuguji who whispers quiet mutters of how much he loves you into your ear as he slowly thrusts himself in and out of you, cause he doesn’t know how else to show you how much he loves you. but he loved these moments, early morning, his fingers digging into your thighs; it has him smiling so sweetly at you, like you’ve never seen before.

© 2025 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐔, all rights reserved. please do not copy, modify, steal or translate my works onto other social media platforms.

[icar-x]

imagine being someone who has repressed himself all his life, someone who never had a safe space to BE himself, someone who could never feel.

you become a father at 19, you enlist to the military, go on a tour, come back and find out that your son needs medical attention and you can’t afford it so you reenlist and your wife gets rightfully angry that you didn’t tell her. on the second tour, you get shot and you get honorably discharged, go back home to your son. you try to make it work with tour wife but too much time has passed and you don’t know each other anymore. she leaves. you’re left raising your son alone for years.

you make an impromptu decision to move to California. you move there, pass the firefighter academy, and meet the people who you’ll start to call your family. your “chosen family.”

but apart from everything else, you meet a Buck. a Buck who’s going to be there for every single thing that happens and who will take care of you and your son like it’s his only salvation. you meet a Buck and you instantly become each other’s person. you have saved each other too many times for you to be just best friends.

you put Buck in your will so that if something happens to you, he takes guardianship of your son, because “there’s no one in the world you trust with your son more than Buck.”

years later, life happens and you have to move back to your origin—to your enemy. you have to say goodbye to everything you have loved and go away for your son.

month’s later, you and your son still in El Paso, everything else you love in LA.

one night you get a call at the middle of the night that your captain, someone you grew to love like a father, one of the most important people in your life—has died. you muffle your screams and cries so your son doesn’t get traumatized again and you break. your survivors guilt already crawling itself back into you.

you go back to LA for the funeral and your Buck comes to get you at the airport. the funeral is done but you just can’t leave again because you haven’t managed to reach Buck yet. for the first time in 7 years, Buck is unreachable. and you want to reach him—you want to grieve together. you want Buck to have your back again, but more than anything, you’re worried Buck doesn’t have his own back anymore.

you want comfort from Buck but you don’t know how to ask for it so you retort to being mean and hoping he will react; Buck does the same thing. you say things you don’t mean, but alas, Buck isn’t there. for the first time in 7 years, you feel alone.

but you also know that just like you, Buck is grieving a loss so big he doesn’t know where to put himself. so you call your son in the middle of the night and tell him to come back to LA. not to apologize to Buck, but to let him know that you ARE there. you have been waiting for Buck. you know Buck misses having a family, so you order your own and enlist them to make Buck realize he is a part of your family.

you want to tell your Buck “I needed you. I still need you. I will continue needing you,” but you have never known how to make it easier for yourself so you shut up and hope Buck gets it. because Buck has always gotten it up until now, but now, things have changed. and that scares you shitless.

imagine all that. imagine how it would feel to realize you’re losing your only source of safety, of selfish love, of devotion.

would you not act out? would you not try to grab him by the shoulders and hope he understands from your eyes that you need him? after you have lost so much, so constantly, would you also not get terrified of being alone in the world and losing your Buck even before the ground swallows him? because I would.

[marithempressz]

Scorpio Full Moon: What transformations are knocking at your door?

Today is a significant moment in the collective energy. I've not only heard that it's going to be something big and profound, but I'm already feeling it. That’s why I felt called to do this reading and help you gain some insight into this moment. Take what resonates, and enjoy the reading!

Pile 1 - Black Swan Pile 2 - Ex_Machina Pile 3 - Catwoman

Pile 1

The Empress, The Star

I see a hurricane or tornado. It seems that things are really going to shift for you, huh? A radical change in your life and life perspectives. You might feel like everything is being destroyed—or maybe you already do—and that’s a normal scenario when things are changing so profoundly.

Scorpio’s ruler is Pluto, and this guy is not only a powerful force of destruction but also a source of strength to rebuild something brand new, completely different from what needed to die.

Look, there’s nothing to be afraid of. There’s a clear path for you to follow—very practical and objective. This path will lead you to success, fortune, and the fulfillment of your dreams. The transformation knocking at your door is going to change the course of your life for the better. However, you need to commit to yourself. Be serious about it—it’s time to grow up.

Earth is strongly present here, so themes of practicality, objectivity, and building a solid foundation are being emphasized. This transformation is asking you to commit. The Empress represents commitment, so what’s the most important thing in your life right now that needs your loyalty and perseverance?

Also, your feminine aspect is asking to be heard. You need to be in touch with your intuition and emotions while dealing with these earthly matters. This transformation isn’t asking you to be completely rational—but rather to use your intuition alongside your rationality. For example, if you’re structuring a routine, try to feel what works best for you. Get it? If you’re working on something important, be open to ideas that come “out of nowhere”—because they do come from somewhere, and that “somewhere” is trying to help guide you through this.

With The Star, there’s definitely a message about growing up—letting the shadow side of innocence go, and discovering the real world, where it takes time for some dreams to be built. Right now is the perfect moment to be honest with yourself. Don’t delay your evolution—it will only make things harder. Just be real. There are more beautiful things in the real world than you might imagine.

Pile 2

The Hanged man, Page of Coins

I see a bird—maybe an eagle or an Andean condor. Whichever one resonates with you, birds are messengers. I feel more drawn to speak about the condor. In Andean culture, condors are seen as intermediaries with the spirit world. They're a type of vulture, which deepens their symbolic connection to death, rebirth, and transformation.

I feel something stirring in the chest area—likely a transformation related to your relationships, how you view love, and how you see yourself. There’s also a sense of deep exhaustion, a feeling that you can’t live like this anymore. That’s powerful, especially since this full moon is all about releasing everything that no longer serves you. You don’t have the energy—or the time—to keep dealing with these same issues.

Even while you may feel hopeless or defeated, there’s a spark you can’t ignore—a sense of renewal, of rebirth, something completely different from what you’ve known. Interestingly, there’s also an eagle in the Hanged Man’s card. The card depicts the myth of Prometheus, who defied Zeus and was punished: an eagle would eat his liver daily, and it would regenerate, only to be eaten again. Eventually, Prometheus is saved—but only by Zeus’ permission.

This tells a story of divine permission, divine timing. It reflects the moment when your higher self knows it’s time to break a pattern, time to be free. This feels like something you’ve been waiting a long time to heal from. But now, finally, you are free.

There is hope here. There is trust in divine will, and trust in yourself—for holding onto faith along the path. No more torture. 

Also, don’t forget that you have learned something through these dark times. 

Pile 3 

The Empress, Death, Page of Wands

A change in the way you see the world around you is happening. The third eye chakra is being activated. I saw a mountain—Everest, perhaps? A peak. A place where you can retreat from society for a while to reconnect with your true self. Afterward, you return—ready to share what you’ve learned.

This reminded me of Mikao Usui, the founder of Reiki. He meditated for 21 days on Mount Kurama, and it was there where he channeled the Reiki technique. For this group, there's a profound spiritual transformation taking place.

If you feel called to pick Pile 1, trust that instinct. Go ahead—follow what you’re feeling. The Empress appears here again, which suggests that both piles are connected.

Now, there’s something really fascinating in this message. In the Death card, we see the ruler of the underworld—Pluto, or Hades. The word “Pluto” comes from the Greek Plouton, meaning wealth or riches. In mythology, when people died, they had to carry coins to cross the River Styx and reach the underworld. Without the coins, it was said they would suffer at the river's edge.

Symbolically, this means that Death requires something from you in order to pass through and reach a new beginning. You must leave something behind to receive what comes next. You can’t fully embrace the new if you’re still holding onto the old. And again, this full moon is all about letting go of what no longer serves you.

Interestingly, Scorpio rules the 8th house, which—just like Pluto—also deals with money and wealth. On a deeper level, it’s in the underworld, in the unconscious, where true riches lie. Real transformation. Real gold.

The Empress also appears alongside the Death card. Her theme is abundance and creation—she’s pregnant in the card, representing new life. The Page of Wands is present too, which symbolizes fresh energy and beginnings. Together, these cards speak of a powerful spiritual rebirth. A big one.

At the same time, you may feel uncertain, even fragile—like something just born. And that’s okay. Just as a mother cares for her child, The Empress reminds you to nurture whatever new energy, ideas, or insights are coming to life for you now. You don’t need to share everything with everyone—protect what’s growing.

Take care of what’s being born. And have a beautiful journey.

[universalzones]

"You could try flicking yourself in the forehead if you get too riled up or something, like how if someone's super scared that they can't move they'll hurt themselves to overwrite it and get moving. I don't know, I'm just throwing out ideas." Surge didn't know why she was, though maybe being more zen at the moment has her wanting to offer helpful ideas and not just being a major bitch. Didn't help another voice in her head is telling her to be chill.

"Don't underestimate Drippy like that or I'll knock your teeth out. Squirts a lot tougher than he looks, might even be stronger than either of us once he finds his own footing. Not that I'll make it easy for him to get better than me." Surge had seen first hand just how powerful Kit can be when he get's serious or when he pushes himself. Makes her wonder just what kind of power source Starline used to give him their powers as there were times when training he had even her pressed and being cautious.

"He'll bounce back, and maybe faster than you think when you get him where he needs to be. I know I'm being vague here, though I got my reason's for that. You never know who could be listening." One could say Surge was paranoid, though between Eggman and G.U.N sticking their nose in everything you can never be sure. "...Sorry about the knock your teeth out comment. I'm still not one hundred percent here."

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"I will be truthful, if then attempted to go that route I would've been far more aggressive with the two as even my patience has limits." Blaze had honestly been reaching hers before Jewel came out saying she managed to wrap things up. "I know I did throw around my weight a bit bring up the Sol Empire, though had they pushed me I may have requested for more aid." The feline knew it would've been a dangerous play and cause more problems, though she can have a bad temper when pushed too far.

"Though I suppose my control over my temper may have lessened due to the peaceful period of time I've been able to have lately. I'll need to work on steeling my mind better to have proper control of my emotions. While also remembering not to be closed off." Blaze needed to rebalance herself it seemed or she fear's she'll be more of a hindrance than anything else.

"If it helps I myself was tempted to go off on that General Lupus fellow for the way he was acting myself. My father would more than likely say he was a sanctimonious individual." Belle personally didn't like the general's attitude as to her it came off as if he was the one in the right and they should've simply rolled over and caved into all their demands.

He couldn't help but flush a little embarrassed about her calling out his pension for not thinking before speaking. It was true he sometimes blurted things out without thinking. It wasn't as if he did it on purpose but when your brain was going a million miles a second it was bound to happen! he blamed his horrible ADHD! He couldn't refute her claim so it was just better to own up to it right?

" Heh... well... you have me there. I guess slowing down sometimes is real hard for me. Especially when my brain is moving at super sonic speeds... it feels like the world is in slow motion. I guess i get distracted and... don't always consider things before i say them... "

He sighed and glanced at her with a sheepish gaze

" I'll do my best to keep a lid on things... and see that kit gets to where he needs to be. Barring him deciding to bail on me... You know that kid cares alot for you... You sure he's gonna just be ok with all of this? "

Kid was a relative term, honestly he had no idea how old Kit was, or anything like that. He still called Tails a kid despite him being a grown ass man. Damn was he getting old? fuck... despite still looking like he was young Sonic was almost 30 now--- it was starting to weigh on him wasn't it?

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Jewel touched her cheek as the General's monitor went dark, and the Princess was clearly not thrilled with the man. He was so cold, and callous and yet there was something unsettling about his words and actions. He was practically daring her to start a war with him as if it was what he wanted. It was frightening and she didn't get a better vibe from the President either. What game were they playing? weren't they all trying to beat eggman together?

" It's understandable Princess, I get a feeling the President has good intentions... but as my father use to say. The road to hell is paved with good intentions... but like it or not, they are the acting government here on Mobius. we can't openly defy them... it would be akin to rebellion... "

She sighed and gripped her hands in front of her in a nervous fashion.

" Luckily it seems they are content with just Surge for now. but likely will be investigating the entire situation over the coming weeks. For now though getting our sick and injured help is more important... far more important... so i made concessions. But Belle and Kit are safe for the moment... I thought he might force my hand for a time but... in the end he conceded to our demands. "

" I agree with the princess on this one... We can't take our eyes off them. I've heard quite a few horror stories about GUN in the past... we need to hold there feet to the fire... if need be. "

" Though... i guess we should be careful. As Jewel says... they are the government... and could easily make our lives hell or worse... shut us down...but i'll go let Surge know the news and prep her for the hand off... i hate this... alot... i was starting to like Her you know--- She was... starting to be like a real team mate... and now this. It feels unfair... "

[rodolfoparras]

https://www.tumblr.com/rodolfoparras/783266819830153216/have-you-ever-watched-your-boyfriend-getting?source=share

SHOW IT TO ME RACHEL

The conservatives won’t let me post the video (/j) but it all started as a joke where you and your bf would talk about this other guy you’d see at the gym he’s good looking and so much bigger than you and you can’t blame your bf for the glances sent the other mans way and the way he’d talk about him just a tad bit too much for what was supposed to be pillow talk between you and ur bf eventually you decide to fulfill his wish and suddenly you got your boyfriend practically engulfed in the other man’s embrace, strong arms and thighs holding him in place so he can’t move away, forced down on all four, cock uselessly hanging between his legs hole spread for what is practically a stranger but he doesn’t seem to mind weeps all over the sheets on your shared mattress frantically bucking up against the other man’s touch and begging him to do something, eventually he does, big rough palm stroking your boyfriends cock, making it look so much smaller than it is- making him look so much smaller than he is, and you’re practically drinking in the sight of him, watching the fat tears trickling down his cheek the drool dribbling down his chin the way he’s trying to form words but it only comes out as gasps or grunts as he looks at you, “this is what you wanted right? So pretty like this my love” the words only fuel him and he’s practically fucking into the other man’s palm loud sobs rolling off his tongue shame and pleasure rolling off him in waves and leaving him feeling light headed you watch as the other man rubs up against the cleft os his ass probably leaving a wet sloppy mess behind , all while sweet thing is continuously hissing because he’s so much bigger than what he’s used to and it hurts, yet he doesn’t try to move away from him, instead he stays in the other man’s embrace letting him work up him to the edge you can’t help but wonder what filthy thoughts are running through his head hed probably be skewed onto the man’s cock fucked raw and loose before eagerly going for a round with you it’s like he’s insatiable, your little thing but you love it would give him everything he asked for without thinking, are currently doing so by letting a full blown stranger stroke his cock, work him up to the part where he’s practically falling apart but not enough to tip him over because theyre so new to each other of course he doesn’t fully know the way he likes to be touched needs you to tell the man what he likes practically begs you do to so through sobs eventually you do tell him, helping the stranger make your boyfriend cum over and over again till he can’t stand the other man’s hands, violently shaking desperately trying to claw away but he doesn’t get far not before the man pulls him back in his arms again “this is what you wanted right? Don’t run now,”

[venomous-qwille]

Can you please just tell us what is wrong with ai and why, I can't find anything from actual industry artists ect online through Google just tech bro type articles. All the tech articles are saying it's a good thing, and every pro I follow refuses to explain how or why it's bad. How am I supposed to know something if nobody will teach me and I can't find it myself

I'll start by saying that the reason pro artists are refusing to answer questions about this is because they are tired. Like, I dont know if anyone actually understands just how exhausting it is to have to justify over and over again why the tech companies that are stealing your work and actively seeking to destroy your craft are 'bad, actually'.

I originally wrote a very longform reply to this ask, but in classic tumblr style the whole thing got eaten, so. I do not have the spoons to rewrite all that shit. Here are some of the sources I linked, I particularly recommend stable diffusion litigation for a thorough breakdown of exactly how generative tools work and why that is theft.

or this video if you are feeling lazy and only want the art-side opening statements:

Everytime you feed someone's work- their art, their writing, their likeness- into Midjourney or Dall-E or Chat GPT you are feeding this monster.

Go forth and educate yourself.

[chirpsythismorning]

Nick himself said that his knowledge is confined to the leaks prior to s4, the s4 scripts from his verified source (likely within a source) and basic knowledge most fans paying attention have been able to formulate about s5 based on what has been released officially/unofficially, trends from Netflix and common sense.

He is saying based on all that, he doesn’t think byler is happening. 

And if we think back to what the Duffers themselves shared in the 4x09 script, it literally implies Mike’s monologue worked, and that it was entirely genuine. This tells me that the script the Duffers released for Emmy consideration, is not that far off from what Nick saw for himself. 

I think it’s likely Nick got something that the average below the line worker might manage to get their hands on if they tried hard enough. A copy they know they have to water-down to prevent these very situations from happening.

Unfortunately for the Duffers, it just so happens that they didn’t scrub their watered down copy hard enough.

Unfortunately for Nick, he admitted that it’s possible and even likely that the production will release things that aren’t exactly accurate with the sole purpose to lead fans sleuthing astray, without realizing it may have ironically already happened to him. 

[yellllowstar]

slowly I'm recovering the beauty of discovery

(creature by half•alive)

(textless + timelapse below cut)

[unproduciblesmackdown]

being alive at the time i gleaned some general elements abt encanto but never actually heard we don't talk about bruno beyond awareness it existed popping off & i think i heard like the title recited off key off rhythm but in a way that indicates speak singing nonetheless lol so upon experiencing it it's like oh but it's the Verses? while the last refrain goes harder but prior to that it's comparatively underwhelming to said verses which feels appropriate like verses / pieces of a larger picture & that a "we don't talk about him" as a disappointing Lid on infinitely richer more characterful & dynamic "but: talking about him" instances. like well personally it'd be like um seven foot frame....anyway besides being able to firsthand go like oh damn Real (the kind of thing you know exists if alive at the time) it's like alright hang on lol. one thing when a core theme is yeah like "is it a refuge if 'especial' vulnerability ultimately gets pushed out rather than made safer" subset like the parties whose even observation of truths (problems) & drawing attention to them is seen as Ruining Things, like if you're painted as Making futures that aren't simply what's desired or reassuring rather than a guidance via just observing & sharing the truth. but then it's like whaddaya mean living in fear of bruno stuttering and stumbling you could always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling lmao like now that's just Association between the Truth Perceiving & Telling behavior & behavior that's just apparently distinctive of the same person. & like Not Accidentally when [what if people were magic] specifics are obviously primarily abt a metaphorical meaning & like, indeed it was made clear like oh this situation isn't Just b/c [boo we hate your prophecies] & that [an Ability that isn't directed towards what anyone Wants / is "weird" even by these magic standards] isn't Coincidentally given to someone who just so happens to already be "weird" in other ways & be set up to have a different perspective & be pushed away due to having the supposed "extra" vulnerability of unmet needs / insufficient support, same as someone who doesn't "correctly" have any kind of magic ability....like yeah banger and also like Oh Yeah Kind Of Devastating re: that metaphorical resonance allowing for like [set the metaphor aside] now hang on with this about this disabled family member lol. misinterpretation to The Ruinerrr / The Problemmm / The Maliciousss etc (i.e. the scapegoatinggg) despite their efforts likely entirely to the contrary. then despite like, efforts aside, Just Existing, always kind of muttering & mumbling like & what of it. & then like oh sorry weird pets. weird [auspicious for adaptable tenacious thriving surviving; either way simply creatures, existing] pets.

truly like As Is The Idea I'm Sure quickly becomes like hands behind back standing at the window Uh Oh Sisters musing on all the [disabled person] metaphorical & already literal elements there. blair witching it in contemplation like We've All Been There whether being so resented for the mere disruption of "existing in a group as the 'abnormal' odd one out" or like people talking shit abt anything associated w/you as soon as you've left the room, which is also made relevant like, this wasn't Only directed at this person when seemingly permanently gone, nor were they unaware / unaffected prior....pacing in the Musing parlor like things don't Have to be compared to billions but i only ever even see so many things & it's like billions sure is like "get scapegoated rword" & then said scapegoating is presented as only beneficial & we hate autists & even beyond that it's like, grabbing billions, Imagine If Things Meant To Be About Something Were About Something. quite a contrast when they are & furthermore like, deliberate thought & Care for [who gets scapegoated & why] & the truth of like, people getting pushed aside & out who have a key perspective & are primed / liable to come through for others similarly vulnerable & the supposedly Ruinous, Problems Generating disruptiveness is actually the strongest effort to make essential changes to a group. & come through with like, it'd be undermining thee point if it was "reassuring" us like oh haha people will be supportive b/c bruno will be more normal, so great that it Didn't like no, no Normality Reassurance(tm), presence of abnormalities(tm), Good, & everyone Can Deal b/c if you don't then it's pushing this person away, is exactly what happens, including even if they're still Around but are being mistreated b/c that is entirely part of that pushing away like anyone's victim blaming is ready to pounce at any time but if someone can't stand to stay / leaves b/c they can't see another option like that's not out of nowhere nor Regardless of what full support & flexibility they were getting lol. these Active Measures everyone loves so much, which are everywhere always & would include Staying & Trying To Make It Work & those efforts would be "disruptive" & resented & Bringing It On Oneself & etccc smh

that is to all say like. Woww when clearly basically the core thread was these beats of like, the crucial site of [thee scapegoated], & why that comes down on someone & how that plays out. endless ideas about how someone weird(tm) & disabled (&/or queer. but there's no Or here lol. & again like it's a Context like, to even be the one person without kids? likely not living up to "full" correct sexuality in that way alone; any oppression's logics of "inferiority" being logics of ableism, ready examples being that "inferior" race, gender, sexuality (& their experiences as people classed as inferior) all being pathologized as disordered) are seen & treated as someone Ruining Things & who cannot belong like whew. bracing. winding. which, i also recall like i was watching with headphones & during this one dialogue pause i was like "?? what's this Extra Sound i heard there" & had to go over it like twice before being hit upside the head like well it Was still the dialogue pause but it was also bruno Stuttering in a very quiet whisper for the duration of that pause before continuing like iiiiiiii x_x

[lith-myathar]

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[esamadnan94]

My family, my dear friends and everyone who knows me or not ، we are Issam and Sahar , newly married and living in Gaza, I'm 30 years old and Sahar is 26.

Everyone who knows us knows that we are a reserved, quiet and reclusive person. We have always been an independent person and used to do everything ourselves for our family. So, I hope you understand that today it's difficult for us to talk about our personal issues and finally ask for help. I will tell you my story briefly, after I realized some of my dreams a short time ago by marrying my life partner and moving into my house, which we only stayed in for a few days until we were in the middle of the war, we fled to save ourselves and stay alive, we lost hope in life after all our dreams that we had dreamed of since childhood were shattered.

One of our dreams was to settle in the house we built stone by stone and be happy like other couples, but we couldn't because of the war.

I used to work as a lawyer in several companies, I am unemployed, I lost my job, I have no source of income, and everything I saved I put in the house, the house was destroyed and I have nothing now.

This is a picture of me as a lawyer with the head of the Bar Association

My wife and I decided to start a fundraising campaign so that we can get some money to evacuate us after we lost everything, to rebuild our house that was destroyed by the occupation, and to get food, water and other necessities of life so that we can live first and then think about our future, which we don't know anything about.

Now, this is our house, which was destroyed by the occupation after my wife and I equipped it

The place where we live now is devoid of all the necessities of life, and we struggle with access to water, food, safety, and all the necessities needed to live.

I realize that we're all going through tough times, so anything that helps, whether it's your love and support, your donation, sharing my story, or sending love and prayers, it's all accepted and greatly appreciated, and I hope that anyone who is able to help me will help me and spread the link, because literally every dollar makes a difference.

Here is the link to the private fundraising campaign

My campaign has been verified by:

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@gazavetters,my number verified on the list is ( #205 ) here.

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@gaza-evacuation-funds here.

[iri-desky]

GET KOSA TRENDING.

STOP SCROLLING NOW!

AS OF FEBRUARY 21ST, 2024, WE GOT FIVE DAYS UNTIL THE DAY OF DECISION OF THE KOSA BILL, WHICH WILL CAUSE MASS CENSORSHIP ROUND THE INTERNET IF PASSED. WE NEED EVERYONE TO KNOW ABOUT THIS AND CONTRIBUTE. I'M NOT GIVING UP ON YOU ALL.

(IMPORTANT UPDATE: Kosa will not necessarily pass on the 26th. It only has the support to pass in Senate, and we STILL HAVE TIME. That being said, time is of the essence.)

WE'RE DOWN TO THE WIRE BUT WE CAN'T GIVE UP YET. IF WE GIVE UP, EVERYTHING IS OVER. IF WE DON'T, AT LEAST WE HAVE A CHANCE.

I'M THE ONE WHO SOUNDED THE ALARM, AND I'M NOT GOING TO CURL UP AND DIE YET.

Reblog this post in every LEGAL way you can under the Tumblr guidelines with the appropriate tags. TELL AND TAG EVERYONE YOU KNOW, then add the tags to see below... and more if you can think of any complying.

Visit badinternetbills.com if you want to find a way to defeat KOSA. It WILL NOT take much of your time. Reblog with any other information or sources, too-- but make sure to reblog if you can.

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Reblog if you think KOSA is unfair and shouldn't be anyone's problem -- including the adults ALL OVER THE DAMN EARTH forced to face the mass censorship it causes because "think of the American Children!".

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(Also, please reblog with at least "stop kosa" as a tag and not "kosa". I made the mistake of not adding just "kosa" as a tag...)

We won't let this stand any longer. Let's start a riot and get this trending.

(Update: this is outdated, but we should still talk about it. Get Kosa trending.)

[ozzgin]

Just read your arranged marriage kidnapped by a most post and the humor in the servants always thinking reader is in peril. The same going for monster hubby (He just thinks they're submissive and breedable)

Like none of them realize they are a moster fucker cause they hide it so well. Like just imagining reader be like "oh be gentle with me I'm a dainty maiden" and then giving him the night of his life is hilarious. Or them having dinner and the servants feel bad for them cause monster hubby is eating human meat but their just thinking about other things he can use his tongue on.

Or maybe someone comes to rescue them from the terrible monster finally. But they don't wanna leave and instead fight the knight off. The knight thinks they've been brainwashed or something. Meanwhile the servants think the knight just wasn't good enough to rescue them.

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, NSFW! [Part 1] | [More Monsters]

The servants are not blind by any means: they can tell, quite plainly, that their monstrous Lord has a soft spot for you. Not only that, but the beast nearly worships you! They've come up with many theories, the latest one involving witchcraft. Surely you must have some sort of magical trickery under your sleeve in order to subdue their Master. There's no other way around it. All previous humans have been devoured, or have died in a pitiful attempt to escape, terrified to the bone upon gazing at his blasphemous Majesty.

You can't blame them. It's probably better for everyone involved if you omit the fact that your source of witchcraft lies in your...genitals. Well, not just that, of course. Your husband had started to lose hope. His appreciation of humans never came to fruition before your arrival. He was expecting you to cower in fear, not throw yourself at him.

He wondered if you wanted something from him in return, but no one could possibly pretend so flawlessly: the way you clung to him unprompted. The way you hungrily took him in, tears welling in your eyes, refusing to let go until you could feel his load avalanching down your throat. The way you'd trap his hips with your legs, despite being weak and feverish, asking that he doesn't stop yet. If that wasn't proof enough, your whines and moans were loud and clear. To think he could have his own little human, one who isn't repulsed by his monstrous form. He would've been content with mere tolerance, yet someone who begged to be fucked by him? He's been delirious ever since.

He loves everything about you, naturally, but he can't deny the shameless addiction he's now developed towards your body. He'd pound you anywhere and anytime if he could. If he needs to leave for official matters, know that the return will burn in the back of his mind.

"An important date, Sir?" one traveling servant will ask, glancing at all the scribbles in the calendar.

"Indeed", he answers solemnly. It's the times when he can finally fuck you dumb.

While the servants worry about their devilish Master being put under leash, for the other fellow humans the opposite seems to be true. You recall your last "rescuing" attempt distinctly. During one of your evening walks, burly, foreign arms swept you off in an instant. Before you knew it, you were holding onto the armored shoulders of an unknown man, as he made his way out of the traditional garden.

"I'll get you out of here", he promised between heaving breaths.

You stared in confusion. What was he saving you from? A good dicking? No matter how much you explained that you do actually like your newly appointed husband, the hero wouldn't budge.

You ended up just walking back home when the man fell asleep.

"That was quite the long walk", your monster partner remarked, polishing his weapons.

"Oh no, I was kidnapped", you state casually. "Got us some fruits on the way back."

Would it have been better to lie about it? On one hand, you do feel terrible for whoever attempted to retrieve you from the claws of the tyrant. Your husband is very possessive, and you know he'll scorch the Earth until that treacherous pest is gutted and fed to the pigs.

On the other hand...he becomes particularly savage after such incidents. You won't be able to sit properly for the next few weeks, but it's worth it.

Tough luck, you tell yourself, lounging in bed with a satisfied smirk and torn apart hole.