#poor liam is suffering

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Lottie writing in her journal: Devon. Devon. Devon.. Devon. Mrs Devon Maddox..... Liam: "Why do you have the music so loud, Lotsie?!?!"

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brb guys, 10-14 year old me is currently sobbing and throwing up over the events of this past week ):

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Triple Shot Theft

Trying to nab himself a sweet treat, Liam finds himself growing into the behemoth whose order he stole.

Shorter story! Petty thief to meathead bodybuilder, hope you enjoy this slightly more succinct story! -Occam

The coffee was in his sights. Liam just needs to wait for a moment when the mobile order counter was unattended andddd- There. He’s already out the door and headed down the street with enough caffeine to get him through his morning. I mean he’s not proud of his little act of delinquency, but it’s not like anyone’s suffering right? The coffee shop has unlimited resources, they'll make whatever poor schmuck whose drink he just nabbed a new one. 

Speaking of, now that he’s home free it’s well time for the first sip. Liam briefly checks the name on the cup, Elijah. “Well Eli, cheers to you. Bottoms up-” Raising the steaming togo cup to his lips Liam prepares for the ritual first burning sip. Not checking the label as he wants to be surprised by whatever hides underneath the lid. As soon as the drink touches his tongue it is revealed to be quite the unpleasant one as he rears back from the scalding drink and grimaces.

Totally unrelated from the boiling heat, the taste was the single most bitter thing he’s ever experienced before in his life. Sticking his burned tongue out before whispering a complaint he checks the label, “Jesus Christ dude!? What the fuck did your order?” Taking no time to analyze his criticism of a man who is by all intents his victim, his eyes grow wide as he sees the drink is a Black Dead Eye, that is drip coffee with three shots. 

He feels his heart flutter as he thinks about the amount of caffeine he now holds in his hand and plans how he is going to ration it out so he doesn’t completely overload himself. His mind briefly tries to picture the type of man to order this, though before a clear thought could be produced he shrugs and takes another sip. Could’ve at least had some syrup in there guy. Still taking a strained sip, an idea unfamiliar fills his mind, ‘psh as if I’m gonna drink some empty calories to start my day.’ 

Eliam’s eye twitches as he scrunches his face, presumably from the bitterness and grunts, “ugh, I hate-” Feeling a frog in his throat he clears it a few times in short succession. “Man, this drink sucks.” His brow immediately furrows as he hears his voice almost sounds deeper to his ears? Eliam eyes the drink for half a second before shrugging and assuming he must be coming down with a cold. Something within his subconscious questions how that will affect his time at work? No, not work, something else. Something close though, his arm rises in a right angle and he tilts his head as the thin limb tries to flex, immediately confused as to why he just did that, after a pause he reconsiders. Why does his bicep look so puny?

Uncomfortable with his bicep barely manipulating the sleeve of his shirt he considers, “Maybe I should start hitting up the gym?” Eliam scratches at his chest and frowns as he feels truly no muscle definition hiding under his T-shirt. His head buzzes with foreign emotion and instinct as the general apathy he has for his body and appearance is rapidly being replaced with disdain nearing disgust. He grunts and keels over as static, burning pins and needles, begins to overwhelm his senses. In the process he nearly spills his coffee which hits him with far more anxiety than losing a drink you didn't even pay for should.

His mouth is cold and dry as he stares at his nearly lost midnight dark drink and, even greater than the bizarre numbness and strange sensations contorting his body, he feels an urge, a need, to drink. Lips puckering as they strain to get closer to the cup as he brings it to his mouth, his legs give out and he falls back against a shop window. Passersby sneer at him as doggedly sits on the sidewalk and raises the cup completely upside down and lets it pour into his wanting mouth. His throat struggles to keep up as something besides himself, something with a will stronger than his own, forces him to down the burning drink in one go.

Mission accomplished, he gasps for air and wipes the few drops of coffee that landed outside of his mouth off his face before sucking them off his stained finger. When a businessman looks down at him with an eyebrow raised Eliamh feels a burning in his chest at the challenge. His jaw clenches and every muscle burns with the desire to show the pen pusher what’s up, dude doesn’t even know what the grind is! Eliamh’s eye twitches and he clenches at his gut as for the first time in his life it seems to be straining his intentionally baggy shirt.

The pettiest thief struggles to stand, using the wall for support as his legs suddenly struggle to carry his body. All the while making embarrassing grunts. He begins burping loudly as his stomach tries to get him to reject the drink in the only way it can. He feels more bloated with every labored breath and heavy movement, his midriff now exposes his thin treasure trail as his arms begin to fill the sleeves of his wrinkled button up. In between burps and groans he just gets out in his now decidedly duller voice, “Whuh- what was in that cup-” 

Usually happy to hide, Eliamh feels a rising need to challenge every man in sight, realizing something is beginning to overwrite his usual instincts, his rational ideas. As his pants begin to strain, thighs and ass bulging larger, Eliamh realizes that no matter his new desire to post up he needs to wait out whatever, uh, food poisoning this is. Stumbling into the storefront he’s thus far used as a stabilizer he groans out to the clerk, hand covering his mouth as he tries to hold back a loud burp, “Burmgh- I, ugh. Need yer restroom, dude.” Mouth curling into a frown at the clearly unwell man the cashier just points to the room at the back and Eliamh quickly stumbles through the door and locks it behind him.

Panting, Eliamh falls to the floor. Sweating through his clothes he leaves a trail on the door as he slides against it. Unconcerned with the filth of being on a bathroom floor his mind screams as his body begins to expand in every direction. Fabric tears as his bloated gut redistributes itself across his whole form. His arms that only recently bulged with any weight at all suddenly rip entirely through his shirt. Veiny biceps tear through, bursting larger than his thighs before his forearms race to match. His hands grow rough with callouses as he tears at his clothes as they begin to suffocate him.

Elijam’s shoulders pecs are initially inhibited by the clothes barely hanging in there. As soon as they give way and his torso is freed to the air do they begin their transformation outright. Drool pouring from his mouth as his mind flitters between the horror of becoming something anathema to himself while at the same time rapidly recognizing the arms as the powerful weapons he has honed for years now. Initially absent, the muscle on his chest pointedly makes up for the years spent abandoned. Pumping larger as his lungs expands and his chest widens to match shoulders that thicken to be shoulderpads, his pecs begin to become unseemly. Weighty enough that his current legs could never support them, his pecs surge to a size where the idea that he could ever be anything but a diligent bodybuilder is foolish.

His rougher hands trail down his sweaty, impossibly large chest and find that there are now swaths of his body where his bulging biceps and dense pecs collide that he simply can no longer touch. Moving down to feel abs as they push themselves out of his lower torso like cobblestones, his grunts and burps turn to deep moans as he bathes in the pleasure of becoming Elijah. Finally reaching low enough to free his package as it begins to fill his constricting pants, Elijah palms his balls as they begin to fill his body with hormones that make his boorish mindset make far more sense. 

Outside in the store the clerk contemplates calling the authorities as the deep moans echoing from the bathroom begin to scare off customers. Back in the restroom the bodybuilders thighs expand to truly the size of tree trunks as they lengthen along the cold tile. Immediately do they tear his pants as it becomes clear that he’ll never take a step without his massive legs rubbing against each other. It’s a wonder his package has any room at all to be as large as it is given the real estate taken up by his massive lower body. In no time at all the sweaty behemoth finds himself filling the small room with his musk which only heightens his heady delight.

His eyes cross as the few shreds of Liam that remained ingrained in his psyche through it all begin to give up the ghost. His balls pulse as the paltry aspects drain from his mind and every inch of him fully shifts to that of Elijah. Memories of countless hours spent underneath the bench press bar, tracking protein consumption, comparing his form with other massive titans. At the very same moment do loads begin to fly. Shooting high enough to grace the ceiling, his spunk stains the wall behind him like splatters on a canvas. His impossible changes took less than a minute but in his ecstasy he feels each and every one of Elijah’s memories soar to fill his mind.

Stumbling to his thick soled feet Elijah scratches his head as he tries to think how he’ll leave this store with nothing to cover his titanic form. The cogs of his mind turn slow enough that it seems like he can barely produce a thought at all. He grabs toilet paper to start to clean the mess made, but only ends up smearing it against the walls. Suddenly he laughs a dull guffaw as he remembers he lives nearby, just needs to run through the store and he’s home free. He’s sure the customers won’t mind seeing him in the buff, he thinks as he smirks at his peaking bicep. 

His cock stirs again as he wonders when he got this pump in. Knowing he doesn’t have time for another session right now he covers his impressive package with his torn clothes and sprints through the lobby, the clerk doesn’t have time to finish his name before he’s exited the storefront and begun to sprint homewards. Pushing through any man who doesn’t quite move out of the way in time, Elijah hits himself in the head as he realizes he needs to apologize to his bro for stealing his coffee this morning. Just as soon does the thought fade with another slow witted guffaw. He’s sure Elijah won’t mind, he’d probably do the same even. After all, they’ve got a lot in common.

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I wish people wouldn’t make Liam’s funeral about the band’s “current friendships” or daydream about them all hanging out today. None of them were close for nearly a decade now except Liam and Louis. There’s tragedy and loss involved for all but the others were there to show respect. If it was his birthday party instead of his funeral, only Louis would be there. Maybe Niall would drop by. Harry wouldn’t have even acknowledged it. This sounds bitter bc it is. Harry’s his ex coworker who went years without communicating and probably “reconciled” in large part to control his image. Louis's loss is profoundly different and he deserves the support instead of this ridiculous notion that the band is equally suffering and crying into each other’s shoulders.

Liam and Niall used to post their FaceTime during the pandemic too. An OG 1D fan started this chain of 1D guys hanging out after 2015, and I added to it, but it seemed pointless after a while.

The post revealed that, through the last nine years, Harry wanted nothing to do with 1D. His friends are the Fulwell guys. He vacations with James Corden, he hangs out with Corden and Winston’s families and kids, he goes to the Euros matches with them, he is Ruby Winston’s godfather and he hangs out with Ben’s dad. He is friends with Niall if any of them.

“We don’t see what happens behind closed doors,” some fans say. Let’s not lie. Coming in the same car and leaving together is the clearest way for Ben and James to signal their longterm partnership with Harry. The link here gives a 10-year timeline. Niall, Louis, and Zayn don’t work with them in the same way. It’s very clear in the video mentioned here.

We all build relationships based on our end goals. Harry wouldn’t waste the energy with Fulwell if it wasn’t goal-driven. To be clear, it’s not a crime to be friends with Fulwell. But emphasizing business connections at this particular event is such poor, poor taste.

Like I said before, Louis is a ride-or-die guy who will always support his guys, but you, anon, are perfectly correct. If Liam had a birthday party, Louis would have attended, and Harry and Zayn wouldn’t have even acknowledged it. And fandom— including me— would probably have scoffed at him for it. Harry had many chances to support Liam through the years. Many chances where it would have meant everything to Liam. Harry didn’t.

We can all learn and change in retrospect. However, fans have no power to change whatever these men decide to do. No matter how many think pieces we write, these guys are who they are. We can’t make them better or worse men. We can’t fabricate a nonexistent relationship.

They have the power; they control their lives, and they control the narratives in their fandoms.

Life isn’t a fanfiction. We can’t simply fantasize a happy ending or write a reunion into our blogs where we’re deliberately misinterpreting their own words, or tag away a sad ending. [media take]

They, not we fans, are the agents of their own friendships. They, not we, are the arbiters of their image with regards to supporting or ignoring their ex-bandmates. They decide what values they want to uphold. They decide whether to be good men or vacant industry puppets. They. Not us.

[friendly-neighborhood-boricua]

[2] Seeing Each Other Around Town

Summary: James discovers his favorite student and his mom are his across-the-street neighbors and now he can't stop seeing her everywhere.

Notes: Marauders modern elementary school AU, kindergarten teacher!James Potter x nurse!reader, mom!reader x son!OC (Liam), inspired by this post by @ravishinglavishingluvr. Tiny little bit of angst in this one but it's negligible. Y'all this is gonna be a slow burn but we'll get there. Also I'm updating sorta regularly now yay!!!

A/N (23/5/24): FINALLY edited this. I'm out of school, so hopefully I'll have time to continue this series <3

Previous Part: Parent-Teacher Conferences Next Part: Career Fair Series Masterlist here

Poor James is completely infatuated with you after parent-teacher conferences

He just can’t get you out of his head

And Sirius and Remus are usually the ones who suffer the consequences

Their apartment is on the way to school from James’ house, so they almost always carpool

And lately, the entire car ride, James Cant. Shut. Up. about you

(“Boys, you should’ve seen her—she’s so sweet—of course she’s Liam’s mom—Pads, you don’t understand—they’re so similar—Remus, she’s gorgeous—did you see her????”)

By the end of the week, Sirius and Remus are very amused with James’ adoration for you

But it also gets kinda irritating after a while, so they’re pretty thankful when the weekend rolls around and they (hopefully) get a small break from his incessant enamored babbling

Saturday rolls around, and James is up at six thirty (hard to break out of the habit when school starts at eight) and shuffling out to the lobby of his apartment building in his pajamas, robe, and slippers to get the mail and the newspaper

But just because James’ body wakes up early doesn’t mean James’ brain wakes up at the same time so he’s out by his mailbox looking confusedly at the newspaper and wondering why he suddenly can’t read

And after like a solid thirty seconds of him just squinting really hard he finally realizes it’s because he left his glasses inside

He’s doing his best guys, he’s doing his best

So James is about to turn around and go back to his own flat to get his glasses (and probably a cup of coffee) when he hears his own name— —just … well, kinda

“Mr. Potter?”

James just about jumps out of his skin because what teacher expects to see one of their students outside of school???? Like no thank you

Don’t get me wrong, James loves his kids to death and he’d die for them any day

But it’s the weekend

So no thanks

But then James realizes it’s Liam and he’s lowkey relieved because like

If he has to see a student outside of school, he’d rather it be this one

And then it occurs to James that if Liam is in his apartment building at six thirty in the morning, then he probably lives here

And if Liam lives here, then …

“Liam?”

Poor James can’t help the full-body flush that rushes through him at your voice

Boy looks like someone dunked him in tomato juice

His head snaps from Liam (or at least the blurry shape that has Liam’s voice) to where your voice is coming from, and it hits him that you’re whispering (very tiredly and cutely, if you asked James) from the floor below his own, leaning over the railing to watch as your son presumably gets the mail

How the hell didn’t he notice you lived in his apartment building????????

Not that he’s complaining ofc :):):):):):)

James realizes after a minute that Liam asked if he’s alright, and he’s just like “Yeah!!” and utterly beaming

(Unbeknownst to James, you realize who exactly Liam is talking to and blush just as terribly as James does when you realize you’re still in pajamas and aren’t at all presentable)

You say good morning to him as well (from the balcony) and James is pretty sure he’s about to melt

(You call him Mr. Potter tho and it lowkey makes him cringe and remember that Liam is like RIGHT next to him)

So you and him exchange pleasantries like Romeo and Juliet with the balcony :) you get it?? :):):) while Liam gets the mail from your own mailbox and walks it up the stairs back to you

(he says “here you go, mama” in his sweet little voice as he hands the small stack to you and you say the gentlest “thank you, baby” back and James’ heart feels like goop in his chest)

James barely makes it back into is own apartment before he’s squealing and doing a goofy little dance out of overflowing joy

And the best part?

That's not the last time he sees you. Not even close.

Over the next several weeks, James begins to notice you everywhere around town

He sees you and Liam at the grocery store (you’re there with Liam and give him the choice between dino nuggets and spring rolls; he decisively choses the latter)

And on his way to work (on one of the few days where Remus and Sirius aren’t carpooling with him, as Remus was sick and Sirius stayed home to care for him), James sees you in your own car on your way to work

And when you and Liam go on walks on the weekends (James had taken to mowing Remus' mother's lawn, which was on your walking path, shirtless every Saturday morning—for entirely unrelated reasons, of course, and he will take no questions on the matter …)

James still isn’t sure how he hadn’t noticed you before because how could he have missed you?? You’re gorgeous????

(Of course, poor Remus and Sirius get to hear about his fawning even more now)

(They both find it cute though and they like to give him advice, so it’s fine)

So eventually one Friday night, James can’t sleep and is done with his lesson plans

And he’s just bored, so what does he do?

Go to the grocery store, of course

So James ventures out, once again in his pajamas, to the grocery store to get some treats to eat while he watches Antiques Roadshow until he falls asleep

And of course—he should’ve known at this point honestly—there you are

(Also in your pajamas)

And James says hi before he can really stop himself, and you look a little spooked for a second (because who tf would be talking to you in the grocery store at ten at night?) but then you realize it’s him and you say hi back with a sweet little smile that turns James' insides to warm fudge

Apparently, Liam is at Draco's birthday sleepover (Draco's a little shit, and James never understood how Liam could stand the kid) and you don’t have a shift at the hospital tonight, so you decided to indulge in some celebratory ice cream

James ends up helping you choose which ice cream you want (chocolate chip cookie dough—a classic) and as thanks, you go with him to the candy aisle to help him pick out treats

James ends up getting a container of pretty much every candy, cookie, and chip that grocery store because he didn’t want to leave yet lmao

And when you’re in line to check out, James mentions that there’s a career fair at school in a month and he’s wondering if you’d maybe want to come and talk about being a nurse????

Pretty please??????

James doesn’t notice how your face falls ever so slightly. You kind of forgot for a second that he’s your son’s teacher and not just some pretty guy that you’ve sorta had a crush on for the past couple weeks. Nothing could happen between the two of you—not if it meant messing with or—god forbid—hurting Liam’s education. But it’s okay. You’ll just suck it up and stick to your job and your son. It’s fine. It’s fine.

You’re agreeing in an instant, and James promises to email you the details so you can plan around it

James leaves the grocery store with like ten pounds worth of treats feeling full to the bursting with warmth and his eyes are glowing the rest of the night

He sees this really pretty pearl and gold necklace on Antiques Roadshow and catches himself thinking about how pretty it would look on you, but he doesn’t bother trying to stop himself at this point

It wouldn’t be any help anyway

Next Part: Career Fair

[nightingaleofthemoonlight]

Teen Wolf DILF series: ft. Deucalion (Poor Demon Wolf)

*Friday night is always pack night for the Hales. Derek made it mandatory to form a good camaraderie between the teenagers since some of them have once become the pack's enemies and now their greatest ally. Usually their pack nights are loud. Really loud. All thanks to Erica and Jackson. Well, let's add Theo and Liam. Sometimes they are shouting at each other. Sometimes the walls are destroyed.

However, this night is different. The adults are in the kitchen preparing food for the pack when they notice the teens are surprisingly quiet*

Deucalion: Your pack is oddly quite Alpha Hale...

Sheriff: Which is new...

Peter: More like dangerous...

Chris: Concerning...

Melissa: They're children...

Derek: Silence means trouble...

Melissa: I'll check on them...

*Melissa left the kitchen and went to the living room finding the teens huddled together. It seems that they didn't even realize she was there in the first place. She then slowly walked in front to see Stiles along with the others smiling at whatever's in Stiles laptop. Curious, she took the gadget from Stiles lap. This earned a lot of whining from the puppies along with Stiles. It was soon hushed by the adults finally entering the room carrying food*

Melissa: *immersed in the laptop*

Derek: What is it?

Melissa: *looks at the adults and smiles*

Melissa: I'm surprised you are able to find these Stiles. I have to admit. It's something.

Melissa: *shows the picture of Deucalion to the whole pack*

Adults: ... *looks at Stiles*

Stiles: What? He's a hot DILF too you know!

The teens: Yep

Deucalion: 😳

Erica: Your tits are bigger than Chris...

Jackson: He's The Demon Wolf. He needs those boobs.

Theo: For what? Distraction?

Scott: Didn't you keep him prisoner because of those?

Theo: Hey!

Allison: Well... I guess that's why Scott joined him before... His boobs are way bigger than mine...

Chris: Allison!

Melissa: You're turning red Duke...

Deucalion: I'm... Not sure how to react...

Chris: Give Stiles an idea...

Peter: ...and suffer the consequences...

Sheriff: Where did I go wrong?

Lydia: Well Sheriff... You are a DILF too you know 😉

Sheriff: *appalled*

Stiles: I have pictures if you guys want...

Sheriff: STILES!

The teens: Yes please!

Liam: Can we do Peter's too???

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@priscilla9993

YEAH!! The horrid thing I'm writing was *technically* the result of a conversation between me and another a03 user, bc me and them were ranting and oh look at that a fanfic idea, Killian's suffering, what's new

As said in the wise words of @fairytalepsuedonym, the gut punchy writing mood is a very real thing, and I am going to use it to write horrible things

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Elbert Greetia Episode 0

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors.

Pale lips, bloodless white cheeks, trembling limbs.

My first impression was that she didn’t look like a person suited for sin.

Elbert: “Al, do I have to go too?”

Alfons: “Yes, seeing how it’s such a lovely evening. Also, there might be something you’ll like at the target’s mansion.”

Elbert: “I see. Okay.”

Victor: “Tonight, let’s pledge our loyalty to our evil deeds again.”

The Crown, an organization directly under Queen Victoria, is composed solely of “cursed” individuals.

From espionage to assassination, we undertake shadowy jobs that the police or the military cannot handle.

I’m a member of that organization, but一

(I don’t really like going on missions.)

Using my ability to “revive the opponent’s saddest memories” and seeing the target suffer with it is like adding to my sins, making it harder to breathe every time.

(But as Alfons says, maybe I’ll find what I’m looking for.)

Something that can atone for my sins. Something worthy of what I’ve taken away.

(The most beautiful thing in this world.)

I gently close my eyes, feeling a dark, murky lump wriggling deep in my chest.

Victor: “By the way, William found a cute Robin in the city today.”

(A robin?)

Robins are not very rare here in the UK. In fact, people love them because they are friendly and familiar.

If he’s specifically saying he “found” it, then it’s likely not about a bird.

Alfons: “When you say Robin, are you referring to someone very lovely?”

Alfons: “Or are you referring to someone who brings water to sinners and gets burned by the flames of hell?”

William: “Well, maybe both.”

William: “According to Victor, she apparently defended a poor girl who had stolen jewelry on the roadside and paid for the stolen items in her place.”

Elbert: “That’s very kind of her.”

Alfons: “But she seems like the type to suffer losses.”

William: “You could also say she has her own sense of right and wrong.”

(To think she’d defend someone who committed a crime...)

(She must be strong and kind.)

Elbert: “If she’s that kind of person, it might be best for us not to get involved with her.”

William: “That might be true.”

With a narrowed gaze and a smile, William seemed to be expecting something contrary to that.

William: “Hm? Aren’t you the little Robin I met earlier today?”

Kate: “Huh? Eh? What?”

As it turned out, the woman referred to as “Robin” appeared before us.

(Is that her...?)

Amidst the deep darkness and the blood-red dance hall, she stood alone, bathed in moonlight and shining brightly.

(I don’t know why, but I can’t take my eyes off her.)

Pale lips, bloodless white cheeks, and trembling limbs.

(She doesn’t seem like the kind of person who would be fit for sin.)

A feeling similar to envy suddenly came to mind.

Liam: “Is she your acquaintance, Will? Does she know about us?”

William: “We just talked a bit in town, Liam. She doesn’t know about the Crown.”

Liam: “I see. Then we’re in trouble. What should we do?”

Harrison: “I apologize for scaring you, but this is just a prop for a stage play.”

Kate: “Y-You’re lying...”

Harrison: “Pretending to believe would’ve been for your own good.”

Harrison: “What do we do about this, Will?”

William: “Of course, we should take her to the palace’s grim reaper.”

Jude: “Tch. I told you to lock the door.”

Roger: “Haha! I didn’t think anyone would trespass. You’re quite the naughty girl, aren’t you, little lady?”

Ellis: “Why don’t you come over here? You can’t escape, anyway.”

The moment she heard the words “can’t escape,” she grimaced.

Her appearance, a mess of fear and confusion, resonated with a younger version of myself.

------------Flashback------------

Maid: “Kyaaah!! Someone! Someone help! Madam is!!!”

---------Flashback Ends---------

The fear and confusion that had overwhelmed me when I peeked through the gap in the door and heard the maid’s scream from my mother’s room resurfaced.

(Poor thing.)

It was awful and heartbreaking.

My mother’s death was undoubtedly my fault. That's why my fear back then was something I deserved to experience.

(But you're different.)

You had no connection to the scene unfolding before us.

(A kind person who even extends a helping hand to a sinner doesn't deserve to experience fear.)

(Why did you even end up in a place like this?)

William: "Let me invite you to tonight's dinner. What's your name, dear guest?"

Under the control of William's ability, she introduced herself as Kate.

I thought it was a sweet name.

As she was being taken to the castle, she had been staring anxiously at the sky the whole time.

Kate: "I'm sorry."

Elbert: "It's fine. Are you alright?"

I held her staggering shoulders, and she looked at me for the first time.

Kate: "I'm okay. Thank you."

Elbert: "Is that so?"

(Still, why am I captivated?)

Is it because I felt sorry for her?

Or is it because I heard that she is a strong and kind person from Will?

An inexplicable urge to gaze at her welled up from the depths of my heart.

(Or maybe...)

Because she's beautiful?

I felt like I heard a deep and heavy whisper from within my heart.

Then, as a result of negotiations between Victor and her, Kate decided to stay in the castle as a "fairy tale writer" for one month.

I asked Alfons if she was beautiful, but he simply denied it.

On sleepless nights, as always, I wander around the garden.

Gazing at the blooming white roses, I looked up at the castle and saw a light in a room that should have been empty until yesterday.

(Is she still awake?)

She probably couldn't sleep through the night either.

(One month, huh?)

(If, by any chance, I have the opportunity to accompany her on a mission, the only thing I can do is close her eyes so that she won't get hurt anymore.)

While I was thinking about such things, her eyes suddenly came back to my mind.

(But if she is what I am looking for...)

I would obtain her, even if I had to hurt this innocent girl.

Conflicting emotions of anxiety, fear, anticipation, and excitement surged and engulfed me.

Elbert: "Are you what I am looking for?"

Elbert: "Kate..."

No answer came back from the dimly lit window, and before I knew it, a freshly picked, pure white rose lay in the palm of my hand.

[f1-ferraero]

F1 2024: A Summary

Silly season boogaloo, episode 1: Lewis to Ferrari

Ollie Bearman reserve driver ft. Appendicitis subplot part 2

No spare Williams Chassis? Not a problem! Just kick out your 2nd driver <3

Valtteri Bottas: Very Famous Racing Driver

And the WAG of the year award goes to... Joris Trouche

Ferrari drivers having a "big kiss on the mouth" to make up after an argument

Norris first win

Adoptiongate

Charles winning Monaco ("we won it! finally!" "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES")

Ferrari winning Le Mans AGAIN (not f1 but it's IMPORTANT. To me)

Lewis winning Silverstone <3

Oscar first win

Oscar Piastri maybe getting a national holiday? Perhaps?

Also the first shots fired in the McLaren civil war

Max getting his video game privileges revoked for finishing 5th. Also got a contractually binding bedtime

Local kart race being broadcasted during rain delay (shoutout to the poor kid who spun out at the worst possible moment. villain origin story)

Spa umbrella cryptid (how did he get up there? and how did he get down???)

Honourable mention of Charles asking Max for his strategy post spa qualifying. And Max immediately going "medium medium hard". No hesitation whatsoever.

Haas f1 team being held hostage in the Netherlands by Russian oligarchs subplot (lmao rip)

Charles winning Monza ("ma come mi fai sognare! COME MI FAI SOGNARE!!!")

Illegal McLaren (boooooo👎)

Papaya rules (BOOOOOO👎)

Franco Colapinto driver swap (goodbye Logan! Wishing you the best🫶)

Kmag race ban (insert Substitute of the Year Ollie Bearman pt.2)

Liam Lawson driver swap (goodbye Logan Daniel! Wishing you the best🫶)

Alonso with Franco vs with Liam: Gordon Ramsay "oh dear, oh gorgeous/you FUCKING donkey" meme

Checo with Franco vs with Liam: Gordon Ramsay "oh dear, oh gorgeous/you FUCKING donkey" meme

Don't forget the Ferrari civil war

Also don't forget the French civil war

So many inter team battles...

So many broken cars fixed with duct tape

Max-Charles fucking allegations by McLaren fans (? Insane actually)

Whatever Brazil was

Great 17->1 recovery from Max! Have a gold star⭐️

Kmag illness (insert Substitute of the Year Ollie Bearman pt.3)

Whatever the FIA and the stewards were smoking

Whatever the press and media were smoking

Whatever McLaren was up to all year

Sauber actually just there for the vibes

Haasbands (Kmag knight in shining armour. Martyring himself for Nico every other week)

Silly season boogaloo, episode 2: 6 maybe 5 technically 4 also technically 3 rookies for 2025 (who even knows anymore)

7 different race winners

7 different multiple race winners

4 constructors with multiple 1-2s

GPDA drama

Williams committing group suicide every other weekend (suffered more than Jesus fr)

Mercedes being generally confused about pretty much everything

Aston Martin not bringing a single update that worked

RedBull self-reporting a technical loophole that almost all teams were taking advantage of because they didn't want McLaren to make a fuss about it. McLaren had no idea the loophole existed

FIA imploding. They have zero employees left now. Only Muhammad Ben Sulayem in various wigs and hats

ZOINTS!🇨🇳🕺🏻🎊

Max-George drama (choose your fighter: "lying two-faced backstabber" OR "violent bully, he threatened to murder me!")

Hi Jack👋 welcome to the circus! (goodbye Logan Daniel Esteban! Wishing you the best🫶)

McLaren somehow constructors champions

Great 19->3 recovery from Charles! Have a gold star⭐️

Alpine somehow p6 in the WCC after crossing the finishing line a week after everyone else in Bahrain

[zot3-flopped]

The tragic irony is that Liam was central to a reunion, and the one who wanted and perhaps needed it the most. It was the other stuff he wasn't finding his place with. His voice was always the most reliable. NB I am not saying best, I personally didn't like it.

Zayn's was great but he didn't love the stage and his flourishes were in the end dispensible. No way did he or could he have sung as much as Liam. Even if he came back, he's unreliable as a person and it's unclear his voice could cope with a reunion tour. Imagine the stress of counting on him to do even one show: would he pull out at the last minute?

Harry's was great too but it wasn't as well trained as he is now. Helene was a terrible coach. He suffered from vocal strain and didn't always hit the runs he wanted to. No problem now.

Niall's wasn't amazing and Louis' was lamentable.

Now there's Harry and Niall, who'd be carrying a tour on their backs (mostly Harry, let's face it). Louis just doesn't have the training and his voice is so poor anyway.

I can't see either Harry or Niall wanting to split the work so unevenly with Louis. They both know their own worth these days. Maybe for a single show. I hope not though. He's just a sponger.

Both Harry and Niall have completed world tours where they've sung full sets on their own, so I think they'd be fine sharing vocals.

Most of the 1d songs aren't any harder to sing than the solo songs, and there's a lot of songs to choose from. The few written for Zayn's voice (like Right Now) or with crazy runs that strain the voice (like Drag Me Down) could be altered or skipped.

[simplywrong]

Another day of waiting and another set of articles that I found

All of them are based on rumours and speculations but I guess facts were never important in this mess. At the begining we have continuation of the 'greedy Sergio' saga with people just taking whatever new amout of money appears and take it as the reality.

In this one we have more detailed quotes from the guy who dropped the large quote over Nico's "16 milion". All of them paint Sergio as the bad guy who put the poor team in a tough position because they either let him stay or have to pay him a lot and lose the sponsors (only Slim is named and it was fun for me to see, since earlier there werre rumours that he would support RBR without Sergio in it. As if.). My personal favourite quote from this: "I think he is not leaving, he refuses to resign." said as if it was something bad and not exactly what any drivers would do in that position. But no, Checo is just stubborn and we should think about how the team might suffer. Next we have tones of people being mad about Sergio giving gifts to his team (which he does every year) and the mechanics defending him online, saying that Helmut lied about the 'no bonus' beacuse everyone will get it and about Sergio winning the action of the year (and why people would be mad about this just baffles me, it's one action in one race and it really doesn't matter all that much).

It brings up Helmut lies about the staff not getting extra money and suggests that the tequila is a way to recompensate for that (lies, lies and more lies). But the haters stay hating.

It's (aside from the nasty headline) a very weird and short article but it just mentions Sergio winning 'amids the uncertanity' byt then we also have this (and you all will tell me media doesn't search for drama under the rocks).

It's basically to rewrite some comments people made about the win (and oh boy are they butthurt about it) and start fake drama becasue *gasp* 'bad Sergio, not oly won't leave on his own now he also stole a win from another driver!' (let's not mention that this award is meaningless and Sergio had nothing to do with being chosen, let's just late the haters hate).

Then we have the whole mess with FIA entry list and people treating it like the end of the world (not even caring that this list means nothing and can be changed at any time). Here and here.

The biggest surprise: beside suggesting that Checo doesn't deserve the seat tehy aren't awful when talking about him! Those are the first ones since Abu Dhabi!

Next we have the usual recycling of Horner's words with a new title because why not.

It's the same Abu Dhabi interview with the same quotes. The only good thing about making new articles from the same material is that they are getting shorter. But if the official site can milk one interview and make it into fours separate articles about the same I doubt this will end soon.

Then we have surprise Daniel appearance becasue they need fresh meat to keep the rumour mill going and why not disturb a guy enjoying his break with dumb questions.

This just some more rumours but this time about Ricciardo's return to F1 with Cadillac even though he says he 'considers his F1 career over' and doesn't want to go back. But media gotta media I guess. Again, Sergio is pointed as the one in the seat for 2025 but the buyout is montioned too (with highlighting of how much RBR wants to get rid of him).

And last but not least we have another belittling of Yuki this time delivered by no other than Juan Pablo Montoya. It's not strictly Checo news but I found it interesting.

So he said this: "While Liam Lawson is the most deserving, Yuki Tsunoda is the “automatic” Sergio Perez replacement option for Red Bull." and I'm just gonna say how and why? No he isn't, he will probably never be but I guess Helmut's obsession with white blonde blue-eyed man stays strong so in that regard sure, he might as well be 'more deserving'. The rest of the article actually supports Sergio and his stay in RBR (only montioning that "The right amount gets anybody out" so we are back in the money field) but this treatment of Yuki is just...

[justallihere]

Please forgive me. Please don’t hate me. It’s my fault. Take me, Malek, please. Don’t take him.

WHY ALLI WHY

I completely trust you when you say that you will not kill Liam, but after reading this chapter I have realised you could do worse things to him 👀👀

Are you planning ANY major character death? (Please say no)

What have you planned for Cam 👀👀👀? It is not Liam, I think. But Bodhi sounds like a possibility. Whatever you are doing, I'm all in for the ride.

Last question,

Did Xaden kill Cam's older brother in here too? How exactly?

Violet is blaming herself for whatever has happened 😭😭 I AM NOT OK

The others won't blame her though, right? (Though Sloane sounds like a possibility. Poor Liam would be torn in two directions.)

Why? Because I can. Angst is fun

I’m not planning any death, no! I’m built for suffering but not actual death

I’ve not really dropped any hints about the Cam plans yet 😭 and no one’s really guessed, but I’m sure someone will get there soon!

No, Alic is still around! Cam mentions him at one point as being an active rider but I can’t remember what chapter exactly without digging back through

No, no one else will be blaming her! She’s the hardest on herself

[topaz-mutiny]

If Liam keeps rolling Nat 20s on perception, Matt is just gonna tell him "Orym sees me on the horizon." and this poor halfling is going to suffer an existential crisis.

[formulawolff]

My dream

Tell Checo sorry but times up, we gave you 4 extra races after we should have fired you and you did nothing. Also that gives him time to possibly go get the Sauber/Audi seat which I do think he could do well in

Put Daniel who did more for Max in one lap today than Checo has done all year, in the seat for funsies and a final goodbye. I don’t think Daniel is going to help them win the constructors but I don’t think he’ll do worse then Checo, and he does have a higher ceiling if he really wants to leave it all out there before retirement

Let Liam and Yuki fight it out the rest of the season in RB and whoever looks best move to the other Red Bull seat next year and let Isack Hadjar, who is either going to be the F2 champ or vice champ come up in the RB seat next year

But this won’t happen because Christian loves Checo. He hates Helmut Marko and would probably love to see his young driver program suffer by not bringing drivers up. And he is apparently now hyper focused of George Russel because he’s worried Max is going to leave him for Toto

Also speaking of Max leaving- I saw a rumor the other day that Laurence Stroll is considering having Lance go to another racing series so that he can try and sign Max for 2026. Just imagine how iconic Fernando and Max would be as team mates! And if Adrian Newey can pull out a great car his first try during the new regulations… could be interesting

as a checo defender, i want to keep saying it is not his fault 😭 it’s mostly red bull’s fault for poor strategy and tire management. and well.. the car.

i can totally see what you’re saying though concerning daniel and red bull. daniel would definitely have a little more wiggle room to showcase his skills at the “premier” red bull team.

and christian horner is just public enemy #1. i cannot stand him. he’s the worst. like why would you bring max and checo down like that while simultaneously bringing daniels’ hopes up?

maybe… he’s the drama. maybe he needs to go.

[sonicsquid3000]

Broken Wings: A Broken Mind

Heeeeeyyyyyyyyy, guess whhhhaaaattt. I just finished writing the first fanfic of the broken wings au after I just said it would take awhile lol. I was lost on what to do for the start of this au and had no idea how to set things in motion UNTIL i finished reading chapter 12. When I finished reading it I was like "MC sees a horrible murder and is spiraling in feelings of not only herself, her morals, but also her soon to be lover?! Oh yeah. It's all coming together." So, with inspiration and stuck with the feelings of how my MC (Belle) is going through, i grabbed my laptop and started binge writing all the way into one in the morning. So, naturally, it's gonna be really messy. But hopefully it's mostly messy where it needs to be messy. Same warnings as before, things can and will be inaccurate to the timeline so take it as a part of the au. This fanfic will be using my mc and fair warning. This fanfic does delve into some heavy mental health stuff so if you are sensitive about that kinda of stuff like mental breackdowns and such, do not read this fanfic. I also will be editting this periodically when I'm awake and not sleep deprived and can actual proof read my work so don't feel afraid to come back and read this. With that being said, Lets get into the fanfic.

There was so much going on. Belle couldn't make sense of the madness. Her mind was stained with the sight of blood, blinding her from what was going on around her. Her chest felt heavy. She could barely breath. She hear screaming and crying and........ Oh. It was her. She was the one screaming and crying. Her head hurt. Like someone was pulling her hair. Was she doing that? It got to much. She couldn't make sense of anything, she couldn't breath, she couldn't.... She collapsed, William catching her swiftly. He order Elbert to carry her back to the castle. She slept in his arms, though it was far from a peaceful sleep. In her sleep, she was piecing together what happened.

They went to kill the marquis who not only ran an illegal drug laboratory, but was also the one who reawakened the Golden Butterflies. It felt like it was all a trap but William had him right where he wanted him. He used his powers and froze everyone in the room, Belle included by accident. She watched as he taunted the marquis and called out all of his wicked deeds. She was furious at the marquis for all he had done, and she felt something she never thought she would feel. She wanted him dead. She wanted to see him wither and suffer for everything he had done. She even wanted to do it herself. She didn't want this and was screaming at herself in her mind, but it did silence the loud hatred. She was in shock when the deed was done. The voices were still screaming in her head. But when William mentioned the marquis's family was still in the mansion, she snapped and began screaming and crying. Conflicted by how she felt about herself, about William, about what happened, about what she believed, about everything. She was going mad.

She woke up the next morning, only feeling worse. She felt numb everywhere. Her mind, her body, her soul. The voices were still raging in her head but she couldn't listen to them. It hurt too much. She wouldn't get out of bed. She felt to weak and didn't want to talk to anyone. Whenever someone went to knock on the door and tried to talk to her through it, she remained quiet. She even refused to eat, even when they offered to take breakfast in her room. Everyone became worried about her. This wasn't like her.

"Is she even still alive?" Harrison asked. "I can still hear her breathing, so she's not dead" Roger confirmed. "Poor Belle, other than when she first came here, this is the first murder she truly witnessed." Liam sympathized though his tone sounded more like she just got rejected rather than she just saw some die. "Ugh. I swear she's being so dramatic. She already saw someone die and she knew what we were doing. I don't understand why she's so-" Before Jude could continue, William shot him a look that chilled even his spine. "N-never mind..." He muttered. They've never seen him this angry. Not even when he kills someone he despises. "Well, someone needs to go in there and talk to." Harrison said. "I agree." Ellis said. "I'd hate to see her so miserable." "Who would even go in there? She refuses to talk to any of us. Who would she-?" Elbert was interrupted. "I'll do it." volunteered William. "What?!" everyone exclaimed. Alfons interjected. "William, with all due respect, I don't think-." "Brilliant idea! William, you will go talk to Belle and make sure she's all right." Victor instructed. Everyone wanted to object, but they could how much William cared about her and how close they have gotten. And so they agreed.

Belle laid on her bed, under the covers, completely disheveled. She looked and felt like a complete mess. It felt like her mind was going to brake. Suddenly she heard a knock. "Belle, it's William." She froze. "May I come in?" he asked. She didn't know what to think. Her mind was running a thousand miles a second. She couldn't tell if she hated him, admired him, feared him or loved him. Her mind was so confused which worsened the madness she was in. She heard the door open as it was unlocked. When the footsteps grew closer, she looked up and saw him standing there with that gentle smile he always had. It was cruel. She tensed up, yet at the same time softened when she saw him. She didn't know what to think of him or any of this, but deep down she just wanted him by her side. She didn't want to be alone.

"My dear, tell me. What troubles you?" he asked. She looked away from him. She knew if she kept looking into his beautiful eyes she would fall apart. She remained silent. William gently cupped her face and directed her to face him. "Belle. I know you're in shock of last night. I'm sure there are a thousand things running through your mind. I thought we got rid of that little habit of hiding how you feel. It's not healthy for you to be trapped with all of these thoughts in your mind. Please Belle, say what you're thinking. I want to hear my little robins beautiful voice." he comforted. ".....I-I..........I........" Belle tried to say something. Anything. But any words there were to say were stuck. she felt a well of emotions fill from her inside and all she could do was cry. She began to cry so hard it felt like a plea. She instinctively threw herself onto him. He gladly held her tight and let her cry into his shoulder. He soothed and caressed her back as she began to cry harder.

"And here I thought you might finally hate-" "DON'T! Just...... don't say.... anything like that. Not right now." she whispered her plea to him. He smiled. "There's my robins lovely voice. Oh how sad is the that song you sing. It breaks my heart." William cooed. Belle sniffled, her breath hitched as she tried so hard to get air in her lungs from all of her crying. "I... I don't know where to begin. What to think anymore." She cried. "Oh Belle-" "I wanted him dead." William stopped. "I wanted him dead so bad. I wanted to kill him! I.... I felt horrible. I was horrible!" She sobbed. "Belle, don't" "And then his family! His poor family! They lost a father and a husband! How could I wish the death of someone with a family! I'm a monster! I-" "BELLE!" William shouted.

She became silent. "Belle, don't ever call yourself a monster. Don't even put yourself on the same level as me. You are not a monster and you never will be. Just because you wanted him dead does not make you a monster. You were angry and caught up in the moment. You're too good to call yourself a monster. I know you would never want to hurt anyone. It's not in your nature." He reassured her. Tears began to well up in her eye's as she began to sob again. There were still so many things running through her mind but she right now, she just needed to feel his warmth. Before William could start soothing her, she lunged at him and started kissing him madly. He kissed her back. He tried to kiss slowly and gently, but her kisses were too vigorous. She didn't care if she was a mess or that her kisses were sloppy. She needed him. She was chasing after something, anything to fill the void in her. And he was it. he was always there for her, he always made her feel special and gave her a voice. He was even here in her lowest moment. she needed this.

"mmhh....... mmmhhh....... Belle" He sighed. "I love you." she said desperately. William froze and quickly broke off from the kiss. "What did you say?" he asked. "I love you. I'm so, madly in love with you. I need you." she said. William stayed quiet for a bit, looking at her sadly. "Belle, you're not thinking clearly." "I am! I mean it with every fiber in my body I love you. I've wanted you for so long. I can't stop thinking about you and I know you know it. You know everything about me. You're everything, you're the very air I breath! I've never felt like this for anyone ever. You're my world." she said desperately, like her life was on the line. " Belle, please. I know you don't mean that." "But I do! I mean every word of it. Victor told me you would try to deflect it or push me away from you but you don't have to worry. I know why you do it. You're afraid of hurting me but I'm not. I know you would never hurt me. And I know you feel the same way. I can feel it! and I know you can too." Belle seemed like she was going a hundred mile an hour. William stuttered. "Belle.... I..... I don't" she froze. "......What........... What do you mean you don't. You don't what" "I..... I don't love you."

With those four words something snapped in her. Her face went blank. "I only ever did those things because it was what you wanted. I knew you wanted to kiss and explore me and I wasn't going to stop you. I knew it made you happy. I knew you would-" he was interrupted. "So you don't love me." she said blankly. "I......" "You did all of those things with me yet you didn't love me?" she said. "I..........." "SAY IT!" Belle screamed. "....... no.............." The room was quiet. It felt so tense. The silence was broken by a soft chuckle from Belle. It began to turn into a soft laugh, and then it grew louder. And louder. And louder. Until the room was filled with her unhinged, maniacal laughter. Tear began to roll down her cheeks and she laughed uncontrollably. "Belle..." William reached out for her. The wind was knocked out of him as she tackled him and began to strangle him.

"WHY WOULD YOU DO IT THEN!" she screamed, never tightening her grip but still held it steady. "I gave you all of me! I gave you my love, my body, my soul, and what?! it was just some game?! WAS I A JOKE TO YOU?! THE END OF THE PUNCH LINE?!" William tried to reach out to her "Belle..." "JUST SHUT UP!" She swiftly grabbed the knife he gave her from her holster on her thigh and held it against him. "Well, 'King of Villains', I won't let you hurt me or anyone else again!" She held her knife above her, ready to attack. "...Will this make you feel better?" he said. "What?" she questioned him. All he did was smile. "If this is the day you finally judge me for my sins, I won't stop you. I'll gladly accept my fate." he smiled. Warm as ever. She screamed "ENOUGH!" she lunged her knife into him. He groaned and winced at the pain coursing through his........ arm. He felt drops of water falling on his face. She was crying. "... I can't.... I can't do it. I can't kill you." She cried as she slumped, getting off from him. "Belle-" "I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT! I don't want to hear a single word that comes out from your mouth!" She yelled. "... I'm leaving. I don't care what Victor and anyone else has to say, I am leaving. and that's final." She said as she left the room, leaving William to bleed.

***

After some time of discussing things with Victor, he agreed to let Belle leave the Crown early than expected, free from harm. Harrison was even there to confirm the truth that she would not speak of the crown or they secrets with anyone. As she she finished packing up, William was by her door. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he felt as though it was better not to say anything to her. He was right. As she left the room, she gave him the coldest, cruelest, and most hateful gaze he had ever seen. It hurt him more than he thought. Especially to see it from his dearest robin. Who once wouldn't even dare to utter a bad word let alone look at someone with such hatred. A carriage was prepared at the front of the castle. As Belle was ready to step inside, she looked back and saw everyone. They all looked like they wanted to say something. To shout and wave "Goodbye! We'll miss you!" or give her they're own personal goodbye. But there was something disheartening in her eyes. Like all of the love and joy in her was drained. It was like she was a shell of her former self. And so they all remained silent. Belle stepped into carriage and road off into the distance. It was the last time they would ever see her again.

[rou-luxe]

can you brainrot about alfons to me in the answer to this ask? :3

you've. you've just made my day. this is not proofread I kind of just dumped everything

that is very broad so I suppose I'll just go wild come off anon sweetie 🥺 /j

I haven't actually played his path (only up until about chapter 4 because I got impatient waiting for EN to release) these are just my guesses from what I've seen

I'm just too lazy to translate everything 😔

although alfons does use his ability to "take advantage of people", it's only when someone is suffering.

eg. that one scene in liam's path, alfons' path chapter 4 premium story

all of his life, people have come to him for relief. so... if you come to him sobbing your heart out, he takes that as a sign to just go for it. liam went straight to alfons upon returning to the castle, knowing exactly what he would do. liam can't voice his desires directly, but alfons knows what he needs

i've already said this plenty of times 😭😭

in alfons' "fake lovers" story... he uses his ability to prevent kate from seeing and hearing all the suffering / screaming. alfons uses the ability to convince her to be his lover because... well...

1. she'd never accept him otherwise 💀 2. it makes things easier for both him and her. she might slip up or try to push him away, only adding to her inner conflict

everything he does is to mitigate others' suffering or to prevent it. it's the motto he lives by. it is behind his every intention.

but what if he just wants to be loved normally?

in this bond story, he doesn't use his ability or anything. no: he wants kate to smile at him of her own free will. without his ability. without an illusion.

it is an illusion intended for him. the illusion of a normal relationship. again: alfons has been used for relief all his life. none of it was "real love". perhaps he just wants a normal love. the relief of a simple and pure love, unobscured by illusions.

but he can't.

alfons has said again and again: "life is a tragedy". life causes suffering to all those it touches. despite all of his illusions, in the end he cannot change reality. at the end of the day, it changes nothing. he was doomed from the beginning never to have true love

"sylvatica". forget-me-nots symbolize true love, remembrance, devotion, faithfulness...

the complete opposite of him on the surface

but look how dedicated he is to elbert... contrary to popular belief, I think if alfons really loves someone I think he'd be as faithful as can be (i've heard that alfons is a jealous man 🤭)

my poor baby. he just wants to be loved. to be remembered.

YOU THOUGHT WE WERE DONE? JOKES ON YOU okay so moving on to expressions

despite everything, alfons is actually a serious person at heart

I think I've heard from others how sarcastic and annoyed he actually is 💀💀 don't have enough of that yet but back to the subject

alfons is a serious person - but only in private. similar to scenes where it's just clavis (sometimes with chevalier), clavis stops smiling and cracking jokes. in fact. he fucking FROWNS. or, if you'd like, nokto has these scenes too.

he only lets down his smile guard when someone isn't looking or if someone says something to crack his façade like "i'll never forget-" the bathtub card is self explanatory he's just by himself looking in the mirror and going "what am I doing with my life :3" okay that's enough jokes but you know what I mean right

...I took a peek at a translation. I got tempted. alfons doesn't want kate to see who he really is inside. that's why he blindfolds her. he's really quiet during that scene as well... but not because he's worried something will slip out, it's because he's really just a quiet person at heart

i'm sounding like a broken record okay that's it any more and I will get excommunicated /j