#translated by my brother lmao

[sfsolstice]

"We penetrate each other not by sensation but by thought,"

Anaïs Nin, in a letter to Henry Miller, d. March 9, 1932, from A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953

[royalarchivist]

[After they talk about Pac's debt to the Pancake Mafia, and Pac warns her about Sir Reaper]

Bagi: I think you're the one that needs to be careful, because soon you might lose your other leg.

Pac: N-no! NO! Please don't! Stop- stop! STOP TALKING LIKE YOUR BROTHER!

Bagi: [Laughs]

Pac: I'll pay you– I'm going to pay you!

I want to give a MASSIVE thank you to @wasabi-ribs, who was kind enough to check my translations and help me with the parts I missed (and also reviewed the final subtitled video)!

[ Transcript continued ↓ ]

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Bagi: Pac, pay the rent!

Pac: I'm going to pay! Hey- I'm going to pay right this second, the money that I owe you, and... and I'm- I'm serious! And look, if you want- if you have more money... If I pay your 4,500, will you lend me 4,500? No, then I'll actually drown in fees. [Laughs]

Bagi: [Laughs] I'll lend you, I'll lend you

Pac: No, not really Bagi. You've got those red eyes– I'm scared, Bagi. I don't know– I don't know what happened, actually it's an eye infection, I know– But something tells me it's not just an eye infection, that it's also some other things, you know? Like, um... y'know, right? [He fumbles again] Oh God wait, your brother– when he had those red eyes he would also turn evil. Nonononono– I'll pay you, ok? Where's the waystone? It's here, it's here, it's here– I'll pay you, ok? I'll pay the 4,500- we're gonna–

Bagi: I'll be waiting.

Pac: No no, oh- just– Just let me walk, my God, I love walking– OH, WALKING IS SO GOOD – [Pac teleports] I'll pay her.

[Bagi follows him moments after]

Pac: [Pac mumbles to himself as he begins transferring money to Bagi] 4,500... I need to pay her 4,500...

Bagi: [Sneaks up on him] Oh, perfect!

Pac: [SCREAMS]

[karleksmumskladdkaka]

Diabolik Lovers Dark Fate Vol. 3 Chapter of the Last Quarter — Short Story Translation

A short, sweet, and comedic tale about the Mukami brothers being supportive siblings… and nearly committing accidental fratricide in the process. Meanwhile, Yui watches with increasing concern as the disaster unfolds.

Please refrain from using or reposting the translation anywhere without my permission.

[Note: The story is written in Yui's POV.]

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅✮⋆⋅

"Uh...something's wrong..."

Kou-kun groaned as he stared down at the pot.

"Should I help after all?"

"Eve, you mustn't get involved...okay? Just quietly watch over us."

Even though he said that, an increasingly terrible smell was spreading throughout the kitchen. Despite being told not to interfere, I was starting to get a bit worried.

"Maybe it needs some sugar-chan!?"

"Ah!!"

Before I could stop him, Yuma-kun dumped several sugar cubes into the pot, filling the room with a foul stench. I felt a sense of despair.

The whole mess had started when Ruki-kun injured his hand.

"Ruki-kun always cooks for us, so let's all pitch in today!"

And so, Kou-kun's plan of making dinner ended up as disastrously as I had feared.

"...This is...?"

"Well... It's supposed to be curry..."

Kou-kun glanced at me as if pleading for help. When I looked at Yuma-kun and Azusa-kun, they averted their eyes. In short, something horrible had been created. Its color was... to put it nicely, pitch black. After tasting it, Yuma-kun commented nonsensically that it was "bittersweetsalty". Dubbed "Mukami Brothers' Style Curry" it had transformed into a mysterious substance resembling anything but curry. Just by looking at it, anyone would instantly recognize it as inedible.

Yet, Ruki-kun was peering at the plates lined up on the table with a happy look on his face.

"Maybe it's better if we don't eat this..."

In spite of Kou-kun's uneasiness, Ruki-kun scooped up the substance with a spoon and brought it to his mouth.

". . ."

"It's disgusting."

We all shared the same fear. That even though he's immortal, Ruki-kun might die from this.

Despite his words, Ruki-kun's expression suddenly relaxed. We stared at him in amazement.

"R-Ruki-kun...!!"

"Ruki..."

"Ruki...! Damn it! Yer such a...!"

The three brothers, seemingly drained, collapsed to their knees on the spot. Ruki-kun simply watched them in silence as he continued to eat.

And then, afterwards—Ruki-kun was bedridden for three days and nights. Even though Vampires aren't supposed to get sick...

Seeing this, his brothers made a firm vow to themselves. They would never try to cook again.

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[otaku553]

My brother recently got into Demon Slayer so I wanted to make a kny oc for him since I did it before with both me and my sister and never got around to my brother :)

But I started by refreshing my own design because wow?? It’s been 4 years since I first made my kny insert character and a lot of things are now outdated! Not to mention my art has improved a lot, I hope. More details under the cut!

Meet Ebisu Koharu: youngest of the Ebisu family and physically the weakest. They only barely passed Final Selection by hiding for the entire week and surviving off tips from their older siblings. Nonetheless, they still want to contribute, which is why they hold onto a thick, leather bound book that records every demon they’ve ever met in precise detail, with labeled diagrams and scribbled calculations in the margins of different strengths and weaknesses.

After spending a few years on the job, and properly seeing their data contribute to the successes of other demon slayers, they’ve come a bit more into their own as a competent researcher and fighter, though they still do tend to request paired missions with friends and family to act more as a support role rather than a fighter.

The Ebisu family is one of scholars. The eldest daughter Kaoru is a doctor, and the eldest son Shougen is a chemist. By nature, fighting is not necessarily their strong suit, which is why their family breathing style and techniques are all poison-assisted. Of the three, Koharu is the weakest and most averse to combat— they wield a short half-length blade, with more of a smooth ceremonial hilt and sheath than any practical weapon.

[yugul4r]

mob doodles bc I’m lazy and my way of coping is imagining multiple sequel seasons were I get to b self indulgent

they’re in high school already we’re on season 6 bro trust me

[yioh]

nobody understands how much i adore these characters ahhh 😭

[eclipsecrowned]

witnessed a probably easily disprovable theory about how people try to figure out if freyja is a mistranslation/another title for frigg that also posits freyr is a creation of later mythology and all that he is, freyja had dominion over instead.

feels all of that ooze out of my brain to instead consider genderfluid freyja.

[cephalopodsquad]

you can talk 2 me and my son anytime

and his brothers!

[unforth]

Oooo, can I scratch at your door like a hungry cat and yell for Dean/Cas/Jimmy? As prompt, waking up hungover/disoriented after a night out partying and puzzling out wtf is going on and who all those limbs are attached to.

always for you, hun. <3

oh and wait this is poly, and today is free day for @polyshipweek! I am totally going to pretend this is intentional. It's been so long since I've managed to do ANY prompt days, much less two for one event!

(twincest tw, incest tw, deanjimstiel, modern au, rated Mature. unedited.)

Dean woke up slowly, squinching his face to try to remember how his muscles worked. Judging by the disgusting, cotton-mouthed feel in his mouth, he was somewhere between still drunk and hungover, and judging by the roilly, crampy feeling in his stomach, he had the worst sensations of both states. The only good thing was that the bed was warm - not too hot, but definitely not cold. His body ached in pleasant, familiar ways; an unfamiliar hand rested on his hip and two bare legs were sandwiched between his knees. His memory of the previous evening was blurry, but sensation was enough to tell him that he hadn't come home alone, and whoever it was hadn't left yet.

Awesome combination.

Maybe they could wake up to round 2?

Finally, reluctantly, Dean opened his eyes.

Surprise - not his home. His vision was a little fuzzy but unless he'd developed spontaneous colorblindness, or Sam had come over in the last 24 hours and done a surprise remodeling of Dean's bedroom (which. possible.) there had never been a time when his walls were this shade of yellow and his bedding was red.

A blanket-draped mound beside him shifted, rolled a little, and made a muttering sound.

Oddly, the legs Dean could feel didn't move.

Frowning, he forced himself to consciousness enough to catalog his surroundings more thoroughly.

Unfamiliar decor: check.

Last night's one-night-stand-possibly-also-morning-after-fuck lying before him: check.

Hand on his waist, fingers curling as the person before him shifted: check.

Legs against his legs... the knees would be backward if they belonged to the person before him? No check. Definitely uncheck.

Wait...he SHOULD check.

Whatever were words?

Twisting to look behind him dislodged the hand on him, but Dean couldn't spare it any attention as he stared, wide-eyed, at the sex god lying behind him. The blankets were tucked beneath his shoulder, giving Dean a clear view of ruddy skin, morning stubble, and dark hair a mess of spikes and loose tendrils, the remnants of what must have been an actual style the previous evening. Dean was hot - he knew he was - and that he'd find a hot partner wasn't a surprise, but fucking damn, this guy was incredible.

And was only one of the two other people in the bed.

Drunk Dean had scored a threesome.

Way to hit it out of the park, me.

Dean turned back toward his other partner, and was greeted by brilliant blue eyes blinking back at him. The formerly blanket-cloaked figure was now clearly a man, propped up on an elbow, bleary gaze stunningly beautiful as he looked Dean up and down. From his sun-kissed cheeks to his dark hair to his well-past-five-o'clock shadow, he was indistinguishable from the guy lying behind Dean.

No. That couldn't be right.

Dean must be more still-drunk than he realized.

He looked back over his shoulder at hot-as-fuck dude one.

Still looked the same.

He turned back to hot-as-fuck dude two.

Also the same.

The two were so similar that if Dean didn't know better, he'd think the fucking bed had been bisected by a mirror.

But if that was the case, then I'd have been bisected by a mirror, and ew.

Though...if I was getting bisected by him...by THEM...at least I'd die happy.

No wait, what the fuck, brain no.

"Morning, Dean," said sex god the second and hell that voice was incredible, raspy and deep.

"There are two of you?" Dean managed weakly. Very smart. Great job. A+. Definitely perfectly on track to get fucked by the gorgeous guys...the gorgeous identical twins???...again.

"There are," muttered the same voice from behind him. "Is that a problem?"

"You didn't seem to mind last night," said the one in front him. "I'm Cas, by the way."

"Not even when he was dick-deep in me," added the other one. "And - Jimmy."

"Which is honestly unusual," admitted...hell, Dean couldn't even keep track. They traded dialogue between them so easily that he felt like he was in the world's best fucking echo chamber.

Fucking echo chamber? A chamber of fucking echos? An echo that fucks?

Oh hell, I am definitely still too drunk for this.

"That sounds hot," Dean muttered in a low rumble. "Wish I could remember."

"Really?" Whichever one had spoken sounded genuinely surprised.

"I mean, we could arrange a replay if you mean it..."

"You don't know how fricken rare it is to find a partner who is truly cool with it... with us..."

"I'll own, I was a little worried you were only so into it because you were so smashed that sometimes you seemed to think you were seeing double."

"Waking up with you still here is. reassuring."

"And--"

"Stop talking," Dean groaned. It was too much goddamn noise, beautiful, spectacular, tempting, perfect noise. "So, you fuck each other."

"Frequently."

"And...who fucked me?"

"Both of us," came the smug answer.

"And you're cool with, uh, 'replaying' that this morning?"

"If you are," they agreed simultaneously.

"Oh, hell yeah," said Dean. "Hell, if you want, maybe we can put this show into syndication..."

The laughter that surrounded him was gorgeous.

"It's a little early for commitment..." allowed...Jimmy? Maybe? Was Jimmy the one behind him?

"...but I think I speak for both of us when I say, there's at least a chance for renewal..."

And four hands enveloped Dean, touching his face, his back, his belly, his ass.

"Fuck yeah...let's get this show on the road..." he groaned. His half-drunk hangover was suddenly a world away.

"On one condition," said maybe-Jimmy.

"Anything," Dean said breathily.

"Drop the episode jokes..." maybe-Cas said.

"So...this gig has jumped the shark?"

"Just. Stop. Talking."

"Make me."

And they did.

And, fuck, was Dean sure he was in for the run of his life with these two...

(Oops this got long. *sweat drop*)

(send me a ship and a very short prompt like a genre/trope/kink/setting and I'll supposedly write a three sentence ficlet that'll actually be way longer than three sentences.)

[madeimpact]

KH3 fucked me up man I just went through the five stages of grief so fast

[clavainov]

arcachon, 06/23

[nonhumen]

@chaosbled : Chuuya had been quietly agonizing about this day for weeks. He and Verlaine had only recently grown close, thanks in no small part to the Flags encouraging him to reach out. He’d been angry at the older man for… a long time. But he could see that Verlaine was making an effort to understand Chuuya, & respect their differences. The last few months had been… painful, & Chuuya had found himself venturing down to visit the blond more & more. It was the first time he’d ever really felt like he had an older brother; the only bond he had he could compare it to was Anesan. It made him want to give him something meaningful — but what could he give Verlaine that the man couldn’t buy for himself if he truly desired it… He’d tried asking Rimbaud for ideas but the man had simply told him to follow his heart… which was probably French cryptid for ‘I have no idea’. It wasn’t as though Verlaine had any family besides the two of them he could ask. Wait… family… that was it.

He went down to the subterranean floor of the Mafia HQ & greeted Verlaine the same way he often did. Still unsure if he wanted to give Verlaine something so embarrassingly personal. The redhead was nearly finished his cup of tea when he felt a sudden burst of courage & grasped onto it tightly. “I know it’s your birthday.” He blurred out, internally cringing at how fucking awkward he sounded. “I-I mean, Rimbaud mentioned it a few months back… I’ve got something for you, but you have to promise to be honest with me if you don’t like it so I can take it back & get you something better.” He remembered a time when he had little to his name & all his gifts were handmade… the Sheep had never been particularly enthusiastic about a handwritten poem or a jar of cool seashells he’d collected. So he was a bit conflicted now; what if Verlaine hated it?

To my dear older brother, the cover page said in the corner. Inside the book was… well, it was almost a collage, of sorts. Images of Yokohama, random locations — no, actually. Images of places significant to them. The bridge, Yamashita park, Old World, the clearing where Guivre had been summoned… with little sentences written under each in calligraphy. You were the reason it all began… the second page had a picture of France, near the city where Verlaine was created. …& the reason I’m here at all. The third was a picture of the freshly created crater in Suribachi, long before the settlement started being rebuilt. It seemed to tell a story as he flipped through it.

You weren’t always here, & that really is a shame… but those that matter most in our lives sometimes take a long time to appear. Battered photographs of Chuuya, ages eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve & on, various stages of his life, from a blank-eyed scraggly little boy to a fierce, lost teenager. Salvaged from the stray Sheep he’d managed to keep in touch with & his own personal possessions. I had to grow without your guidance, & maybe sometimes I wonder what might have been if things were different. But I don’t regret meeting you when I did. Beneath that was a snapshot one subordinate had taken of one of their training sessions, when he was 16. Because despite everything…

A photo of Chuuya on his wedding day, when he’d dragged Verlaine in front of the camera because ‘if I have to take these cheesy ass family of the groom photos so do you!’ The text beneath it read: you were there for me during the most important moments. That’s why… Close to the end, a photo of the two of them, taken by Dazai of all people when Chuuya convinced Verlaine to show him how he braided his hair, & snapped the photo to both of their surprise, his husband could even sneak up on assassin spies, apparently.

I cannot regret what was never meant to be. We might not share blood or DNA, but our existences are forever intertwined. None of us ask to be born, but I don’t want you to mourn the fact that we were, or what opportunities were lost, I just want you to be AMAZED any of us ever got to be here at all. — Love, your little brother, Chuuya.

On the final page was a very official looking documents, belonging to the redhead, one of which he had to do a lot of digging to even find in the first place. It was his birth certificate, his legal one. The one beside it… a certificate of adult adoption.

“I don’t need parents.” Chuuya said, ever so softly. “I haven’t in a very long time, but…” You freed me from a date worse than death. You taught me everything I know about combat. You protect me & are there when I need it most. “Japan allows anyone to adopt individuals older than fifteen so long as both parties consent, & that the adoptee is at least one day younger. The Mafia also follows the tradition that the one who mentors you is, essentially, your guardian. So… if you wanted to…” This would make us truly family, regardless of circumstances of birth.

He clasped his hands together anxiously, & waited.

the days blend together down in the sublevels of the mafia headquarters. not that verlaine really pays much attention to the date of march 30th, for he is an inhuman thing created to be a weapon. he was not born, he does not have a birthday. and yet... i know it's your birthday. the older man pauses mid-sip of his tea at the words. icy eyes glance towards his brother to watch his expression and see how he seems to shuffle in place like a child. this means something to him, just as it means something to rimbaud.

birthday; the anniversary of the day one is born. verlaine was not born screaming into this world. he does not remember the day he was created, only remembers that one day he simply started existing. but that was no. 12, that pitiful thing meant for destruction. verlaine, paul verlaine, was given a birthday. the day he was given a name, given an identity beyond a number. the day he took his freedom. today is the anniversary of the day verlaine came into existence. " of course arthur would tell you. " the former assassin sets down his cup to give chuuya his full attention.

he has no idea what to expect for a birthday present. rimbaud had given him a hat but that had a purpose; it had been a tool for his protection. verlaine does not want for much now, not with the mafia on the rise and his release from his self-exile. when the book is initially set in front of him, verlaine doesn't know quite what to think. well, the first thing he thinks is how nice chuuya's handwriting has gotten.

a scrap book? verlaine flips to the first page and recognizes the locations instantly. meaningful locations. places where he made memories with chuuya -- both good and bad. he turns the page. france, a place of heartache. he knows those trees well; the details of the scenery the only thing he could fixate on while his body moved on its own like a puppet on strings. he remembers autumn, wishing to fall dead like those leaves.

the third page depicts the aftermath of arahabaki. it's a night he still remembers most vividly. chuuya had been so frail when the two spies had extracted him from the facility. verlaine remembers putting his coat around him to keep him warm, remembers how small he had been as he carried the child on his shoulders. something had sparked in him that night, something fierce and defensive. the idea of such a small, innocent child growing up to be like him made him sick. verlaine realizes now that it's the same feeling he gets when he sees chuuya in danger, when he sees him broken and in pain. the desire to protect.

the next set of pictures are new to him. it's chuuya growing up. he couldn't protect him, he couldn't whisk him away to some secret countryside where he would never know his origins. he's lonely and lost. he's like verlaine. he never wanted chuuya to be like him. the next photo makes the blond pause. it's a picture when he was training chuuya. the teenager is serious, concentrating on flattening his opponent with all of his strength. and verlaine is smiling with something light and lively in his eyes. this is when he had found is love for teaching.

chuuya's wedding at had been a special day. even if he didn't trust dazai -- as no smart person would -- verlaine could not deny the happiness he gave chuuya. he remembers talking to the boss after the two had gotten engaged, demanding answers and making mild threats because chuuya's heart must be protected. and that brilliant, cunning bastard dazai had said the one thing he had needed to say to make verlaine understand: chuuya is a lot like rimbaud, isn't he? verlaine stares down at the picture, at the way chuuya has his arm hooked around his brother so he cannot flee from the photo. he's grinning; they both are now. even if his initial plan had failed so steal a258 had failed, chuuya still ended up happy.

the last photo is one verlaine has never seen before and yet it is of him and chuuya. sneaky dazai, he is the only one capable of taking a photo of someone as paranoid as verlaine. he's in the middle of braiding his hair with chuuya looking up at him with fingers messily trying to copy him with his own fiery locks. it's so terribly mundane for a port mafia executive and the former king of assassin's. but isn't that the point? to have something gentle and boring and brotherly in their lives?

verlaine catches the documents as they begin to slip out. he looks at them curiously before realization of what they are slowly melts onto his face. " chuuya. " these emotions within him, swirling like a storm, how could someone ever write code for what he is experiencing? when verlaine had pulled chuuya from that black liquid into the world, when he found the conviction to save him from this life of pain, part of verlaine had wanted to stay with chuuya in that quiet village. even then he had felt the connection between them; the same connection that had verlaine calling chuuya brother when they met again nine years later. all this time, that fierceness in his heart, had it been a longing? a longing for a family? a longing now held in his grasp in the form of adoption papers?

family, not only in feeling, but in right. family, despite verlaine's inhumanness. family, despite them both know what they truly are. he reacts before he can think, pulling chuuya into a hug and holding the young man against his chest. he isn't frail or small anymore -- chuuya has grown up and has found a life for himself. one that is still full of bloodshed but can also be real and true. a life he now invites verlaine to be a part of. what a beautiful birthday present: to have a place to belong.

" merci, mon frère. je serai heureuse d’être ta famille. "

[akkivee]

so i’ve been thinking about how the mixed up divisions got decided and:

ichiro🤲➡️jiro/saburo: ichiro gave his brothers to the only adults he trusts lol since sasara and jakurai took care of him in the past 🥺

samatoki🤲➡️juto/rio: rio i think volunteered to check out the known chuuoku spy. juto i think got stuck with kuukou because samatoki suggested it and probably followed it up with ‘if you can handle me then he’s nothing that you can’t handle’ lol

ramuda🤲➡️gentaro/dice: paired up with the guys who forgave ramuda for fcking them over pretty much instantly 🥺

jakurai🤲➡️hifumi/doppo: i think hifumi volunteered to go to ramuda. idk how doppo got stuck with samatoki lol but i wouldn’t be surprised if sensei suggested it because he knows samatoki is a nice person and therefore a safe person for doppo

sasara🤲➡️rosho/rei: both i think volunteered. rosho probably still thinks about his little showdown with ichiro at sasara’s behest. rei was the one who brought up sasara’s past with samatoki so maybe he had something he wanted to suss out in secret from samatoki

kuukou🤲➡️jyushi/hitoya: gave jyushi to the best man he ever knew (kuukou’s words not mine) to give jyushi an ideal and told hitoya to get his crap together with jakurai lmao (tho it can also be hitoya himself trying to get his crap together)

[priniya]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 GORGEOUS! ᡣ𐭩ᯓ

pairing. oscar piastri x leclerc!reader

summary. the youngest leclerc was known to be an outgoing, extroverted menace, but suddenly when she meets the new mclaren driver, she does something she never does — gets embarrassing.

notes. a fair warning for the google translated french.im sorry if it sucks 😭😭 its my first time doing something like this and i really hope u like it :3 ALSO??? OSCAR WIN IN BAKU WAS SO BEAUTIFUL THE OVERTAKE?? THE DEFENDING?? a great day for piastrination!!!!! (can you tell i totally dig x leclerc!reader??) send requests for more smaus pls :)

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oscarpiastri i think you’re really cute too :)

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yourusername sorry a red bull ran across my screen 😭

arthur_leclerc yourbff please tell her she’s not as slick as she thinks she is

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user20 what do you expect 😭😭 she probably partied all night before getting to monaco

user21 LMAOO RIGHT??? but if you watched her vids you know that the girl LOVES an opportunity for a party

user22 yn stronger than me because i’d kiss him on the spot

user23 alr weirdo… they JUST met

user24 he is probably weirded out like imagine meeting a girl who SIMPS over you in the insta comments… she needs to chill

user25 he won’t pick you 👎👎

user26 gtfo if he was weirded out he wouldnt be in the likes of her post or sayin he thinks shes cute lol

user27 the real gentleman out there 🥹🥹

user28 i need them together asap

user29 super delulu but i totally dig the golden retriever gf x polite black cat bf

user30 OMGGG I TOTALLY SEE THE VISION

user31 pls they just met and he was just being polite 👎 stop trying to get into their lives

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yourusername HE DID IT!!!! I TOLD YALL THAT HE WOULD DO IT!!! MY BROTHER WINS IN MONACO. DONT HIT US UP FOR THE NEXT WEEK OR TWO!!! ITS CELEBRATION TIME!!!! aussi, charlie, il n'y a pas beaucoup de mots capables d'exprimer à quel point je suis fier de toi. vous l'avez fait et personne ne peut vous l'enlever.

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priniya translation! also, charlie — there isn’t an amount of words able to express how proud i am of you. you did it and no one can take it away from you.

user32 girlie might tell everyone she’s a red bull girl, but like the king sebastian once said, everyone is a ferrari fan even when they say they’re not or something like that 🔥🔥🔥

user33 CONGRATULATIONS CHARLES!!! FINALLY WON!!!

carlossainz55 ay cropped my ‘carlos p3’ out 😖😖

yourusername this is a celebration post for my pookiest brother you are IRRELEVANT rn

carlossainz55 that was harsh

yourusername win YOUR home race and i’ll post one 4 u 👍👍

charles_leclerc je t’aime mon lutin ❤️

yourusername je t’aime mon coco 🫶🫶🫶

oscarpiastri congratulations to the man of the day, such an honour to stand next to you on the podium xx

arthur_leclerc man you gotta stop commenting on her posts, she’s going insane rn

oscarpiastri i’m sorry…?

yourusername NO DONT BE SORRY DONT LISTEN TO HIM IM COMPLETELY SANE

yourusername oscarpiastri please keep interacting with me i’m gonna die if you listen to arthur

oscarpiastri i guess i gotta text you now and then to make sure you don’t die

yourusername please do that

user34 do they know we can see that??

user35 idc im eating this up

user36 oscaryn truthers rise and shine

user37 atp i cant tell if hes interested or if hes doing that for his own entertainment

user38 probably both

user39 i LOVE how a celebration post for charles turned into an opportunity to flirt with oscar 😭😭

user40 she is NOT stronger than me because if i had a chance i’d took it

user41 setting her priorities straight

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oscarpiastri a quick but very much needed pit stop before zandvoort

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user42 someone check on yn ASAP

user43 yn one of us once again because we couldn’t bag oscar either 😭

user44 can yall stop talking abt that girl FOR ONCE no one gaf

landonorris looking good mate

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yourusername pls tell me you found more of these beautiful seashells and brought some back for me

oscarpiastri we did actually! y immediately thought abt you and picked the pretty ones

yourusername GOD. i love her give her a big hug from me

oscarpiastri will do maam 🫡🫡

user45 so it’s not yn in the pics?? NOOOOO

user46 my life is ruined rn

user47 throwing oscaryn into a memory box because oscar and his gf looks really cute together

charles_leclerc hope you had a great summer mate

oscarpiastri the best 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

user48 what if they r just trolling us because this caption looks really similar to the one yn posted before monaco???

user49 OMGGG YOURE ONTO SOMETHING

user50 hopefully on the way to the psych ward because this is some delulu shit

user51 soft launch over the summer 🥹🥹 hes so cute

user52 whoever his girl is, i just hope they’re happy and yall should too!

yourusername also plsplspls can y send me the id to the top?? it looks so cute from the back

user53 girl he wont choose you stop trying so hard 😭😭

user54 they can be friends ? lol

user55 does someone knows who the girl is???? i need to know its not yn 😭😭

user56 georgerussell63 tell us what you know 🫵🫵

georgerussell63 🤐🤐🤐

alex_albon he’s actually crying and gritting his teeth because he’d LOVE to tell

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gossipracegirl a rumour has it that a driver for formula one with a number eighty one was seen getting cozy with one of his on-track rival’s little sister, while in a relationship. was it a drunken mistake or was it all planned?

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user58 something is really wrong with leclercs one is a homie hopper and second is a homewrecker LOL

user59 shouldve happened in monaco so the people could get detained for invading their priacy like wtf WHO CARES

user60 all she do is bring bad pr to oscar BOO👎👎👎

user61 nooo oscar pookie you were supposed to be free from drama 😭😭

user62 gr63 in the likes LMAOO

user63 not yn being a homewrecker girl i liked u sm 😭😭

user64 yall acting like she’s in the wrong ? it gotta be consensual if they looked that chill n happy

user65 no wonder why yn has been streaming olivia rodrigo RELIGIOUSLY

user66 isnt that some type of incest atp?

user67 LMAOO imagine making out with your brother’s adopted son

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yourusername YALL THOUGHT. it was me all along :P i was giggling n kicking my feet pretending i know osco’s gf while it was ME. summer break vlog with osco coming up sooner than u think so please stop calling me a homewrecker 😖😖😖

also, girls don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, being yourself is what gets you an amazing guy even if your brother thinks youre embarrassing <3

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georgerussell63 ty for not SLACKING OFF anymore i barely could hold it inside 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

yourusername you told HALF the grid be for real brother you DID NOT hold it inside

fransisca.gomes no way oscar bagged you before i could 😭😭😭😭

yourusername i’m always gonna be yours kiks no one could take you away from me <3

francisca.gomes <3

pierregasly really thought getting u a bf would mean you leave MY girl alone

yourusername thinking is not your best thing, stick to racing

user68 shit user48 YOU WERE RIGHT

user48 NEVER DOUBT ME BITCHES

user69 this text?? oh he is down bad for you girl

user70 i need all of those bitches who called yn a homewrecker to APOLOGISE like rn

oscarpiastri thank you for letting me be a part of your life like this

user71 i know the girl is GIGGLING rn

yourusername thank YOU for making a part of YOUR life

user72 get yourself a man who THANKS you for being with you

user73 oscar piastri is the MAN

user74 osco 🥹🥹

user75 theyre the cutest your honour

arthur_leclerc cant believe you two are actually together

arthur_leclerc what is WRONG with you oscarpiastri

user76 SO OPPOSITES DOES ATTRACT

charles_leclerc i feel like i should tear those adoption papers apart no?

user77 nicole and pascale in the likes omg the moms r proud 🥹

hattiepiastri i miss youuuu come back to aus soon

yourusername I MISS YOU TOO 😭😭 i’ll be back soon!!

lorenzotl ❤️❤️❤️

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lilymhe double date when?

yourusername mark your calendar, we’ll be there 🫶

user78 does it mean we lose our favorite rbr girlie? 😭😭😭😖😖

user79 mclaren YOU TOOK HER AWAY FROM US 🫵

yourusername i am NOT wearing that ugly orange for a MAN (even if hes super gorgeous and sweet)

mclaren ☹️☹️☹️

landonorris it’s papaya

yourusername “it’s papaya” ☝️🤓

landonorris oscarpiastri please break up with her or you’re gonna be paying for my therapy

oscarpiastri send the bill mate, i’m in for the longest ride possible here

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About Leonard and his life in the village (Childhood: Part One)

Leonard was born on July 23rd, 1067, in a small village hidden away in the Silent Forest. His father was a well-known blacksmith in the town, and his mother, a frighteningly stern, yet loving girl, had notably enough conceived him at a particularly young age in her teenhood. 

Despite their sociable nature and the high expectations that the firstborn son would continue in their footsteps which were set upon him not only by his parents, but the village, Leonard quickly proved to be somewhat of a disappointment in his earlier years. Though there was nothing terribly wrong, Leonard was oafish, clumsy, had trouble making friends, and was exceedingly slow to pick up the family trade. He recalled being particularly close to his mother during this time, as his greater capability in assisting with her own chores had significantly lessened the pressure he felt in comparison to trying to live up to his father’s expectations of him. His parents’ had never been harsh with him, despite their growing disappointment, just the opposite - Though they made their expectations clear, and for much of his childhood Leonard had struggled especially to try and make them - And his village - proud, they remained supportive and relatively patient tutors and teachers (Which the exception of a few particularly bad mishaps on Leonard’s end). As his father had once put it, “The smiths are the soul of the village. All that is made and done here is by our hands.” Following a particularly horrible incident where he had tripped rather horribly and ended up damaging not only the eggs he had been carrying, but his leg and a few important smithing tools as well, Leonard attempted to atone for his mistake (after being horribly scolded) by creating a weapon, a polearm to string up, carry, and hopefully hunt most manners of animal, to show his capabilities and prove he wasn’t a lost cause - Yet the joints collapsed completely upon presentation where the mollified preteen gathered them up and tossed them to the corner of the shop with the intention never to be touched again... Leonard would eventually stumble back on this project at 26 years of age. Though the weapon had been a failure, it had caught the attention of one other boy from the village, a boy with age and features similar to his own. What was different lied in personality- Unlike Leonard, he happened to be far more outgoing and a bit of a tease (Though all in good nature). Having taken an interest in his project as it was being built, the two began to chat and gradually became friends. For Leonard, this friend was the beginning of many new things as he began his transition from child to adult. Though he later on was introduced through him to the other children of the village and took that gradual change into friendship with them as well, he often spent the fairer portion of his time with that boy instead. Despite both their better judgement they had spent a fair time exploring and talking in the forest, taking their charms meant to protect against the fae, building small shelters for the night at the clearing they always visited together, and discussing a variety of topics with each other: Their memories, what was currently going on in their life from idle conversations to crushes, and future aspirations they hoped to reach. Leonard merely sat and listened to some topics more than others; not only due to the face that he perferred to listen more than talk overall, but above all, he enjoyed the sound of his friend’s voice. Gradually, as he matured and was helped along with the bright nature of his friends, Leonard began to take his slow first steps in growing into the man his parents had always hoped him to be. ... As Leonard grew older, he grew increasingly curious as to why he didn’t seem to have any interest in things like love or girls in comparison with his friends. At first, he had brushed it off with the simple answer that he didn’t have any crushes yet. Naturally, he held faith in his parents and friend’s reassurances of “The right one for you is out there, you just haven’t found her yet.” Though as time passed, his friends gradually finding their lovers for life, and Leonard finding himself increasingly isolated from their conversations, he grew more and more consistent in confiding his worries and asking his parents how - How he would know it was love. How one fell in love to begin with - Yet, their answers only provided further confusion and frustration to the boy. He had wanted the same as all his friends, of course - If there was one goal Leonard had ever had, he had wanted to do his family and village proud, and it was in large part because of his friends that he managed to break from his shell and achieve those goals. He grew more comfortable with the close-knit community in the village and forged various relationships using and passing along his parents’ knowledge. He had helped countless people in all different natures of problems, and spent restless nights working to improve his crafts in metal-smithing and hunting... There were times he had refused to come home until he had caught something, no matter how late the hunt had ran. He was loved among his family, friends and community, and naturally thought as he grew older that he would be among the first of the village youths to marry - But no woman had ever caught his eye. He wanted to start a family of his own, more than anything. When his friend had asked, he always responded that two boys would be the ideal; it was what he thought of most constantly when it had come to entertain him: Two sons to pass down the tradition of metal-smithing with just as much patience and honour as his father had done with him.  Yet, he could never think of anything in regard to a wife in what he could possibly want, or even what she could possibly be like. The concept of being able to hold any romantic thoughts towards a woman, where, as his mother had defined it, she was all that stayed in his thoughts from morning to night, where each and every little gesture and action was done with their sake in mind, if even to just see them for a moment, where something like a smile or a small touch could send your heart racing, had seemed completely foreign and unnatural to Leonard. The way he thought it, it was impossible to comprehend being able to do any of that with a woman - His mind had always drawn a blank space where his friends would so easily talk, and no matter how he tried to think of those sweet moments, or tried to interest himself romantically in the girls of the village and think of life with them, the thought just never materialised or was crudely shut out with a feeling of repulsion.  Instead, Leonard’s mind always turned itself back to his friend - He wondered where they would be together when they were both older. He thought about how his voice was among the last to break, the way he spoke when he teased him... How soft his hair looked and how he wished he could be allowed the chance to simply run his hands through it, if only once - How his heart skipped a beat whenever he took his hand to lead him along to take a leaf from his hair. They were things he had hardly even noticed at first, yet once he caught on... The realisation was only caught in retrospect, far after he had lost his interest in him. If there were any time he had to pinpoint it, it must have vanished alongside the strange sadness that had washed over him in the time he became a man. At the age of 15, growing and starting his family...  But, even with as long as he had those feelings, Leonard was only able to identify them the day he saw his son.