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f1bordeaux · 2 days

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The String That Binds Us. (Chapter 1) | ln4, cl16

You fell in love with this sport all because of him. It would be selfish not to thank that boy for his help in getting you here today, even if you both ended on rocky terms. However, after finding yourself in the same paddock as your childhood bestfriend, your mentor, your first true love, and the boy who left you for the bigger picture, you realize that he wants nothing to do with you. So, as fate has it, perhaps you'll end up in the arms of someone else. Or maybe, just maybe, that string that has been tied to the two of you since birth will pull you back into eachothers lives. Warnings : none Pairings : Lando Norris x reader, Charles Leclerc x reader Word Count : 1923 Poetry style | Story style A/n: here, my lovelies, is chapter one. Not proofread srry lolsies. Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

one; y/n.

There was something about it, something in the early morning rays reflecting off the cherry-red paint that just wiped away all exhaustion previously held in your bones. You were wide awake as you stared at the cars being rolled off the truck and into the garage. It was only five am but the sun had already crept over the horizon well enough to illuminate the sight in front of you. Golds and reds, blacks and yellows all mixed into a work of art nobody else could recreate. This is what you were here for. This is what you were living for.

“Gorgeous, innit’?”

You turned to your left, face to face with two others donning the same uniform as you. The woman who had spoken seemed a bit older than you, but now way had she yet reached her thirties. A man was accompanying her, although his eyes rested not on you, but on the tyres now being rolled out of the truck. He seemed close to her age, his deep-tanned skin a high contrast to hers.

You smiled at her before looking down at your lanyard. It was still so hard to process being here, on a Thursday morning in Bahrain, waiting for the weekend that was about to ensue. You were one of them now. You were an insider, a person that got to see everything on a deeper level. People dreamed of getting here, people worked their whole lives in hopes of getting here and yet here you were, 23 years old and face-to-face with Carlos Sainz’s car. It looked so much better in-person.

“It really is.” You sighed, looking back up. The truck was empty now, they were beginning to close the back door. “I still can't believe I’m here.”

The blonde lady leaned forward, trying to catch a glimpse of your badge. “Y/n y/ln? You're new, huh?”

You turned to meet her eyes, a large smile on your face. “Yes, I just graduated University.”

“What an amazing first job to have then.” She smiled back. The man beside her now looked at you as he adjusted the ballcap on his head. “I'm Bridgette, but everyone in the garage just calls me Bridge.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” You extended out a hand which she gratefully accepted.

“This is Lorenzo.” Bridgette nodded to the man who offered a toothless smile and his hand. “Enough standing around, we’ve got work to do. Walk with us.”

So you did. The garage wasn’t too far away, just around the corner, but Bridgette loved to talk; that you quickly found out. “Where are you from?” Was her first question.

“Bristol.”

“I hear it’s nice. They’ve got that beautiful river running through it, no?” She asked, looking straight ahead. You just nodded, unsure if she saw your response, but when she kept going you assumed she had. “I’m from Perth. Nothin’ quite like Australia, I must say.” “Isn’t Lando from Bristol?” Lorenzo added. His accent was thick as he spoke.

You nodded again, this time opting to expand on the question. “He is, yeah. We actually grew up together.”

Bridgette turned her head to look at you. “No way! Why didn’t your mate get you a job over at Mclaren?”

A blush coated your cheeks. You didn’t know where it came from, maybe embarrassment, maybe fear, hell, maybe even sadness. Lando wouldn’t have put in a good word for you, not today. Perhaps seven years ago when the two of you were teenagers and on a completely different page, but not now.

“We don't talk like we used to. He was gone a lot but he moved away for good when he was seventeen. He never really looked back, either.” You sighed. An odd sense of pity hung over the three of you. In an attempt to lighten the mood you clapped your hands together and smiled at the two engineers next to you. “But he got me into cars and engineering! So, I owe him a thanks for that.”

Bridgette nodded and pressed her lips into a thin line. “There ya’ go.”

The next few moments were rushed. The three of you entered the garage where people worked on putting everything into place. You were introduced to management and owners, mechanics and bosses. Tyres were being placed on racks, tarps were being placed over backup cars, tool boxes were being passed around. It was thrilling, even if you were just standing on the sidelines watching as it all happened. Soon, however, someone called your name. You were sure it was Bridgette or Lorenzo, but it was someone else. Alessandro, Charles' chief mechanic, was heading straight for you, clipboard in hand.

“Have you been assigned a team yet?”

“No, sir.”

He smiled. “Call me Alessandro. No need for formalities. But anyways,” He looked down at the clipboard then back up at you. “Our front jack guy broke his wrist and I need someone to replace him. Care to run some drills?”

You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your lips. “I would be honored.”

“Awesome.” He nodded over his shoulder. “Let's go get you a suit and helmet, then.”

“I’d be surprised if you didn’t get the spot.” Bridgette sipped her coffee. “You absolutely crushed it.”

You blushed, rolling your finger around the rim of your cup. The Ferrari motorhome was gorgeous with its meeting rooms and rooftop balcony, with its relaxation spots and cafe. It really put into perspective where you were and who you were working for.

“Thank you,” You said quietly.

The day had gone by rather quickly. The sun was already setting over the desert and exhaustion clung to your body just as tightly as the uniform you wore. You’d spent hours running drills, practicing the most simple yet vital job-jacking the car up. You did it over and over again, improving with every run. After that you were tasked with doing inventory. Sure, it was a small task, one that didn’t require you to get hands on with the car, but it was still important. You wandered the garage counting tyres, drills, wrenches, going through tool bags and drawers. It helped you get situated in the space, to learn the layout and whereabouts of everything. Once you had finished that, you were offered to help wash Charles’ back up car. You gladly obliged, happy to be finally touching the car at least. You washed the tyres, the halo, the rear wing and a bit of the body before standing back to revel in the beauty of the car. It seemed to shine, even in the dim garage lighting. You felt so fulfilled, so privileged, so at home.

“Alessandro likes to give everyone a shot, he doesn’t discriminate.” Bridgette continued. “Today might have been your lucky break.”

“I’d be happy even being a back-up jack, honestly. Just wearing the fire suit and helmet makes me feel all,” you paused looking for the right word to describe it. “Giddy.”

“Well,” Lorenzo began, setting his phone face down on the table. “He needs to pick tonight so we can have that person participate in tomorrow's practice. You should know if you got it first thing tomorrow morning.”

“Guess I’ll be tossing and turning all night, then.” You joked.

A small laugh cluttered the table. It was getting late, the track becoming more and more empty with each passing moment. The motorhome was silent, save for the three of you lingering around. “We should go grab the last shuttle to the hotel,” Bridgette stood, taking one last swig from her cup before tossing it into a bin. “Are the two of you coming?”

Lorenzo stood up, as did you. “I left my bag in the lockers. I can wait for the next one if you both would like to go.”

“It’s ok,” he said. “We can wait for you at the front gate.”

“Alright, then. I’ll be quick.”

You jogged through the paddock, grateful that the heat had subsided. Lights poured out of each garage, illuminating pit lane in a way the sun hadn't. The sun, harsh and bright, brought a form of intimidation onto the pavement. The lights however, soft and orange, seemed to bring peace. It was a gentle reminder that at the end of the day, everything would be alright.

You dodged into the Ferrari garage, running to the back lockers to retrieve your backpack. Although your head was almost completely submerged in the metal box, you could hear faint-chatter? You leaned back, wondering if Bridgette and Lorenzo had come to find you. No, it didn’t sound like them. The voice sounded much more familiar. It was like listening to one of your favorite songs after a long while.

Lando paused at the entrance of the garage. His phone was pressed into his ear. He stared at you, eyes squinted and eyebrows furrowed. Did he know it was you? Could he see you? Did he even remember what you looked like?

You swung your bag over your shoulders and closed the locker. As you approached, Lando lifted his brows, erasing the confused look on his face. He surely could see you now.

“Hey, I gotta call you back.” He sighed. “Yeah, everything is good. See you tomorrow.”

A few feet separated you and him. You debated on starting conversation, on asking how he’s been. But you decide just to nod and walk past him. That is your plan until he stops you.

“Y/n?”

You pressed your lips together in a flat smile. “Hey, Lando.”

He looked you up and down. You were uncertain if he found your Ferrari uniform insulting or fitting. What if you were wearing papaya? What if you were sporting orange instead of red? Would he be looking at you in the same way?

“So you really did make it, huh?” Lando crossed his arms over his chest, smirking as you avoided eye contact.

“I suppose so.”

“Have they assigned you a driver?”

You looked up for the first time since your conversation began. A bit of pride swelled in your chest as you said, matter-of-factly, “Yeah, Charles Leclerc.”

He blinked hard, shocked that you landed not only a job with the most infamous F1 team, but on their star drivers car. Maybe you were better than you let on. Maybe it was more luck. But deep down Lando knew how good you were. He was able to experience it first hand as a kid.

“Wow. Most people remain without a designated driver for their first year. They kinda’ just float around doing all the dirty work. At least, that's how it is at Mclaren.”

“Right.” You gripped your backpack straps like a kid. “Good thing I'm not over there, then.”

“Yeah.”

The two of you fell quiet, only the sound of nearby passing cars and people walking by filled the air. To any bypasser this surely looked sketchy. Lando Norris, Mclarens golden boy, and a new engineer for an opposing team, just staring at one another. How odd.

You broke the silence first saying, “Well I’ve gotta’ go. I have some friends waiting for me to catch the shuttle.”

Lando just nodded, staring at the ground as you walked by. As you passed Carlos’ garage, he called out, “I’ll see you tomorrow, y/n.”

You could barely hear it with the way he spoke so quietly. But you stopped, turning your head and offering a real, genuine smile. “Yeah,” You breathed out.

He smiled back. “Good luck.”

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a-chaotic-dumbass · 26 days

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fascinated by the lack of empathy for a 16 year old girl dying on her childbed shown by the some of u ppl. like do u hear yourself

#asoiaf #lyanna stark #house stark #r+l=j #this is specifically in reference to One pinterest post and the comments bc christ on a fucking cross #how r u gonna call a girl begging a kingsguard to let her brother to her as she was dying selfish and irresponsible and say that she #deserved it and then turn around and ask for empathy for elia and her children like hello?? run that by me again real quick #jon snow

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lab-gr0wn-lambs · 6 months

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I know I said Carol can do whatever the hell she wants, but the way she keeps saying "you should hate me. please don't hate me" instead of just "sorry" and more importantly "are you ok?" is driving me nuts

#like I get it. you *are* sorry. but you sound so selfish rn babygirl #actually I'm not even conviced you *are* sorry about doin Lydia like that.#keep being a reckless madwoman. I love it. but if you're gonna get all remorseful then do it right #and the way she's only hanging out with Ezekiel now that Daryl's not talking to her?#dude deserves so much better #she didn't even ask what his neck lump thing *was*. they just sad-fucked and then she pissed off #and Daryl-#imagine you get your best friend's other best friend trapped in a cave. possibly killed. and you grab him and go 'call me a naughty girl'#now is not the fucking time Carol #wrong response. try again.#didn't even say nothin to Kelly or Yumiko #feels like you only care because Daryl's mad at you #and like you wouldn't even care about Connie or Magna if it wasn't directly your fault #anyways #twd liveblog #the walking dead

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deeenerys17 · 11 months

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Mixed emotions on seeing the meltdown of Asian and some Canadians on twitter. I know, I was devastated too but it's not the end of the world if you aren't able to see her. The way people post about her not coming to Philippines, or other parts of the world is synonymous to her murdering someone, c'mon guys empathy lol. She's a PERSON and I know we all wanted to get a "piece" of her, her music is our comfort, we have a parasocial relationship with her but at the end of the day she's just a person and not a robot. She can only do so much and can only give so much. I know doing 102 shows, 3.5 hours per night is already a LOT for her. It's never gonna be enough with her popularity but to call her selfish is INSANE. Be reasonable.

And as harsh as this can be - there's always a certain level of price that you have to pay to be able to get the things that will make you happy lol.

#Yeah I'm spending a LOT to see her #And its on me #Calling her selfish and a lot more things is borderline stupid #No one asked you to stan her #Or even pay for tickets

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xiaofiaan · 7 days

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my mom telling me how she's been so supportive and how dare i try and assume otherwise as if i don't explicitly remember her throwing stuff and dragging my best friend into a full blown fight when i came out to her at the ripe age of 12 years old

#and calling me a misogynist for being trans 💖 and asking me not to change my name legally and let jack be a ''nickname'' and only going #back on that when she realized i was going to do it with or without her permission and saying i look like a ''chick'' no matter what i do #or say and keeping my deadname up on the walls of our home and calling me selfish for wanting them taken down and saying i don't get #hatecrimed or called slurs and that I'm exaggerating and not to call my deadname my Deadname because it's disrespectful to her #but also she wanted to choose my name and hates the name jack and and and and and and and [fucking explodes]

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yellowocaballero · 9 months

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ZAZIE/WOLFWOOD?!

AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YEAH.

It would have been dishonest to be too explicit about it so I just had to write them flirting and desperately hope that it would come through. If it didn't for somebody I don't blame them. Wolfwood doesn't show how he feels with words. He mostly just observes. Sometimes very aggressively.

I can't believe I'm saying this, but Zazie/WW had to happen. I struggled a shitton with the epilogue (this is a theme with this story), and I debated with myself a lot over if it was truly necessary. Eventually I had to decide that it was. This was partly because of Zazie - I felt as if they were a big loose end that I needed to explain ("What was up with what they did in the hidden city? How come they wanted WW to join the Gung Ho Guns? Where did Wolfwood get that gun? Were they helping Vash or Knives or what?"), and I didn't want to let Vash's story end on nothing more than a desperate desire. And I needed to prove the point that this was Wolfwood's story.

The gigantic barrier in the epilogue that sent it skidding to a halt was the fact that, basically, if Wolfwood saw Vash being ""besties"" with another twelve year old he would kill him or die trying. And there is no way he would ever, ever buy the amnesia story. Ever. So he had to get the amnesia story from a source that a) knew and knew for certain, b) had a reason for telling Wolfwood this, and c) that he trusted (kinda). Only Zazie made sense. So I had to figure out why Zazie would do that. Lots of reasons, for thematic and symbolic and foil reasons, but Zazie helps WW a lot, and why does WW trust him anyway, and...WELP. Romance: helpful for explaining irrationality.

The implication for me personally is that an essential trait of WW that persists across dimensions is that he's into aliens. Which. Sure. Why not.

The epilogue felt bizarre to write and read for a lot of reasons. Through Wolfwood's eyes, it's truly a different story. I don't think Knives understood how deeply Vash fucked Wolfwood up. Knives doesn't really see the consequences of his actions and his true impact. Good and bad. In many ways Knives was Wolfwood's Rem. That feels like...the final thing to me. A big thread through the story was "What is the impact of your actions?", because Knives and Vash had done things that had catastrophic impact that determined the future of humanity and Choices Have Consequences, but Knives lives based on creating the best impact and Vash lives based on following the best intentions without truly understanding the horrible impact (which is a big thing in Trigun itself). Wolfwood was the best way to show those impacts. And Knives leaving the impact of Rem on Wolfwood changed his life. It created a good person. Out of everybody, you know, Wolfwood deserved the chance to be a good person. I'm glad that the story worked out so he could have that. And date a bug person. Why not.

#so good to talk about this after the story is done #i kept so much of every character back until the end that i couldn't rly say much lmfao #esp b4 knives met b&l because they explain 75% about him #something to me that made the rem thing obvious but may have not been obvious:#in 98 Vash chooses not to kill Monev the Gale in Diablo because it would 'betray Rem'#and Vash thinks that if he kills somebody then she would truly die #Rem lives on through Vash's religious following of her rules and if Vash breaks that then he's lost the last aspect of her #at the end of the episode he's like “is this the right thing to do”#he doesn't even KNOW- it's not about that.#this is why i call vash selfish (affectionate) a lot #anyway when WW says that hurting somebody from fear makes him feel for the first time as if Doc's truly abandoned him #that's the connection. dunno how obvious. anyway!#my writing #my asks

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realasslesbian · 1 year

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Just thinking bout that time when I was freshly homeless and figured 'well maybe I should bite the bullet and finally ask for help' and was turned away from every shelter, every charity, laughed out of all homeless services, oftentimes with the strong implication that they had hordes of baby mamas they had to keep in their mansions, so how dare childless lil me ask for a loaf of bread.

So, with irl services having left my childless ass to die on the street, I figured I'd post on r/Assistance on Reddit, since I assumed that was for assisting all types of females, not just single mothers, but alas no. My post about living in my car while recovering from skin cancer surgery, could someone just shout me $20 for antibiotics, I will pay you back, was completely ignored bc the next post was 'my lil munchkin never seen the wiggles can someone pay for our plane tickets and accommodation thx' and that seemed to be a theme, both on the r/Assistance subreddit and irl, where females with actual problems but no kids were ignored, while single mothers and their extremely extravagant requests were more than accommodated.

So I made a post about it, got mostly other childfree females agreeing, and then the r/Assistance mods caught wind of a childfree expressing an opinion and abused me right out of the subreddit, just like every other 'charity' I've ever interacted with. You know, just being all 'how tf dare your selfish homeless ass ask for assistance on the r/Assistance subreddit when we have all these single mothers on $3000/week welfare who need us to buy a solid gold pram for the next baby they planning to have'. Eventually I got back on my feet all by myself, no help from anyone, because there is no help for childfree women.

So moral of the story: contrary to how women with kids bang on all day about how hard their life is, in fact life is a lot harder for childfree women, because society deliberately makes it that way🙃

#literally tho #the amount of times someone at a charitable organisation has called me selfish #to my face #for asking for the bare minimum they purportedly provide #and oftentimes make a big song and dance everyday about providing #and meanwhile some lady with three screaming kids of a leash is walking out the same place with an entire houseload of shit #groceries furniture toys new iPhone #all carried out by an army of people falling over themselves to help this lady #who got herself into her own damn situation by having these kids #and I'm apparently always the piece of shit for struggling through no fault of my own #the amount of money I've seen just thrown at single mothers #like it would take %1 of that to have gotten me off the street #but how dare I even ask a charity at all actually since I don't have kids I should just starve lmao #anyway #just my experience #childfree #anti natalism #overpopulation

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widevibratobitch · 3 months

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visiting my mother. idk what i expected lol

#everyone is fucking dying from cancer now #(except for the one who should be lol my grandma's cancer is benign turns out.#worst person ever award goes to me as always but if someone should die it should be her. there. i said it.#they never should have tried to save her from that stroke)#anyway it's unfair af and my mom doesn't deserve this but again. im the worst person ever but i cant fucking deal with this #i cannot be someone's emotional support. least of all hers. when im in this mental state myself.#obv i should never ever have children. but if i do. id rather fucking kms than cry in front of them. never ever ever ever.#call me a heartless bitch ig but at this point i think ive really stopped caring #i wish this wasnt happening to us i wish i were never born or at the very least i wish i had any siblings #with whom i could share the responsibility. but i dont. im fucking alone man. completely and utterly alone in this.#its all on me and im not up to the task and i hate that its asked of me in the first place.#spoiled ungrateful little brat alert but i just cant. cant bring myself to do this cant bring myself to truly care i genuinely feel nothing #i cant bring myself to stop being selfish in this. who tf knows maybe i do have npd it would explain a lot lol

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bahrmp3 · 5 months

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#personal #now that the new year's has passed I feel like I can talk about it I did not have a good time lmao it started fine I guess? I was going to #play music for the new year but then mum made a comment about me still on laptop so I shut it bc ok fine let's not #then it was down hill from there? like I ignored it and was like let's not make a thing out of it so we are saying what we liked this year #/ what we want to do and mum goes and for my son I want x y z and didn't mention me so joe asks her and for if she has anything to say for #me? any wishes? but she doesn't lmao later on she goes (if only you would say what you want we do not know anything about you)#she didn't even mean it she said just to hurt like I was taking a video of this and lit off frame my face is dropping #later on she goes (and you didn't even say what you wish for us either) as she leaves and later when I'm talking to my brother #and I protest this he goes (welp what can I even say? like I told you before are pretty selfish) and idk what to say I was surprised I #don't think I'm selfish tho? I legit was the one to cook for us and got cake? I try so much but keep being labeled selfish this is the #second time he tells me that in the last two weeks I think and both are unfounded ngl anyway all of this pales in the last thing #so we call dad to say happy new year! Well joe does and I mean ok I was still pretty upset about what happened an hour ago so ofc I wasn't #cheerful when calling dad lmao but like I was saying all the right things anyway? but Joe kept gesturing at me to smile its a phone call #and after the phone call he has like (why are you always so depressed? if I were you and I finally got a laptop I would be flying from joy #why are you always so down? why can't you just be happy?) and I honestly don't know what to say lmao ok so I wasn't flying from joy with #my laptop but idk how to say it here but then like what's worst? being hurt and not a person recognising that you are hurt? and in fact #asking you why aren't you smiling? or idk being too depressed for others?? what's funnier is mum later on was like (don't let anyone words #change you you shouldn't yield to others) in reference to Joe's speech but like hello mama?? not 2 hrs ago???#anyway so I asked her if I shouldn't be listening to her words then? and she was saying yes with confidence like does she not #see either how she hurts me? how she keeps hurting me voer and over and over???#God I should have made that pizza and truly be selfish maybe I wouldnt have been hurt like that #tbd

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arcaneyouth · 8 months

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people have semi regularly begun asking me for writing advice and it's so hard because like. BITCH I DON'T KNOW!! yes my special interest is how stories are put together and narrative cohesiveness. no i don't fucking know how to tell you how to do it. "how do you make your characters so interesting" i make a guy, i give them a role, and then they do everything in their power to leave that role while i'm standing there going What The FUck How Are You Doing That. "how do you do world building" the 2 most thorough stories i have in terms of worldbuilding are modern earth but there's magic and monsters i'm not even trying man. i can't give you writing advice you should be asking my characters, they know more than me about how to write a story at this point

#the only advice i can genuinely give anyone to make compelling characters is to make them contradictory #whenever i get a new character i know what they are as a baseline. this character is kind. this character is smug. this character sucks #then after i've gotten used to that being their base personality #they change.#the kind character is incredibly selfish and is only kind because everything is going his way #this smug character is terrified of being seen as lesser so she hypes herself up #they suck because it was the role they were given and they feel no need to contest it. even if they are otherwise kind #9/10 times making a character contradictory towards their own personality makes them more interesting to me #my other advice is to give them lots of characters to interact with #because their relationships will say more about them than almost anything else #he may be kind but he has no one he can call a friend even though many have tried #she acts like a monster but she has kind people who deeply love her #they act incredibly serious but when they are around their spouse they get so goofy with it #god. 'i have no writing advice *writes a novel of advice in the tags*'#don't ask me for anything else though this is all i know

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thedeadthree · 2 years

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— WHAT IS AT THE CORE OF YOUR OC?

the darling @chuckhansen, @unholymilf, @risingsh0t, @yennas, @aceghosts, @florbelles, @belorage, @adelaidedrubman, @roofgeese and @dihardys tagged me to take this loveliest uquiz for the dears! ty so much you all are so sweet <3

TAGGING: @griffin-wood, @bloodofvalyria, @queennymeria, @jackiesarch, @aartyom, @stormveils, @pearlcscent, @marivenah, @confidentandgood, @shellibisshe, @swordcoasts, @multiverse-of-themind, @loriane-elmuerto and you!

FRACTURED GLASS

no amount of orchestrated class is ever going to hide the fact that you’re doomed to be alone. you’re a puppet, you’re a weapon, but most importantly? you’re a fraud. your facade isn’t malicious, but that doesn’t change a thing. everything in your life is in your control now, and you chose to let yourself become stiff and distant. you’re guilty of everything you blame yourself for, and your misfortune is the fault of nobody but yourself. your selfish nature forges you into a man-made monster, so quick to blame and so desperate to escape consequence. i hope that you can become someone you’re proud of soon.

SPUN GOSSAMER

the easiest thing to do is stay quiet when something’s up. you’re not bothered, and you know what? you shouldn’t be! it’s none of your business, even when it’s entirely your business. it’s difficult (read: impossible) to tell if your cheery demeanor is a cover-up for something sadder, or if it’s simply your natural state of mind. you see a lot of things: people coming through town, people leaving the house and never coming back, lies and deceit of the highest degree. what happened to you? will you ever be that kid again? your presence smells like cotton candy, and your fingertips sparkle like stars. whatever white rabbit you’re chasing isn’t going to lead you to wonderland if you don’t start reaching out when you’re not feeling okay.

BEHIND THE MASK

you aren’t slick about whatever you think you’re hiding. glass shatters in your midst, blood spills, children scream. like some of your friends, your personality of choice is entirely artificial. the difference between you and them is that you can get away with it. you’re unknown, perhaps even to yourself, and your goals are complex and unknown. anyone stupid enough to fall for you is setting themselves up to be frustrated and confused, owing to your being ultimately unknowable. i hope you can find an identity that makes you comfortable.

CAUTERIZING RAGE

the house has burned around you, and you’re the only one left standing. is it gratifying to be the survivor? fear and anger are weapons in your capable hands, used only to serve your agenda of fighting back when deemed necessary. you're a powerful person, built from the ashes of your despair and your family's mistakes. with time, you'll bloom into someone softer, like the full blossoms that grow each spring and wither away with the leaves in fall. they won't disappear if you take your eyes off of them. you're enough.

BENIGN CULPABILITY

everyone hates you because you are a facetious lying bitch. …kidding, i think. seriously, though! you try way too hard to look like a picturesque example of class and responsibility, but you use your position as a social butterfly to take advantage of those weaker than you. it’s rare for anything not to be your fault, and everyone thinks you’re crying wolf when you actually HAVEN’T done anything. it gets kind of tiring to have everyone on your dick all the time, but it’s less interesting to actually behave. good luck with the therapy?

#only if you want to! 🥀❣️#oc: iovanna dayne #oc: lioslaith mac ruaidhrí #oc: sérëdhiel alfirin #oc: adda de trastamara #oc: ademarta cel tradat #ADDA? CAUTERIZING RAGE????? thisisfinethisisFINE..! i think we can all degree she deserves to lose it and go unhinged a little bit <3 #oh my god yall are right the CALLOUTS for the girls my jaw was on the FLOOR by each one?#MAR MARS BYEEEE..! even uquiz thinks you need to seek out someone to talk about that past of yours :') you are so right uquiz!#BEHIND THE MASK AND SERA BEHIND THE MASK AND SERA..! and who shes with and how that's like..... both of their thing..! screaming!#for a time her being an ally or a friend..! unbeknownst to you! you are staring down the enemy! GOD HER ANSWER IS SO <3 #okay now LISTEN HERE UQUIZ YOU :') @ lioslaith..! who gave you the RIGHT! her pretending everything is fine where! she really isn't!#leg.txt #leg.ocs #t: tag games #THIS WAS SO CUTE AHH TY TY i have to do this again soon with more clowns..! maybe the if dearies bc i miss them <3 #i need to rb an ask game so i can develop iovanna and sera these two are making me crazy rn <3 i love them so!#t: text #they really called iovanna out in this one i am so sorry my love skjnkanl..! but! her having a vice grip on her own fate!#and that she has a selfish nature in reality (that she is DEDICATED to pretend as if she doesn't!) and being cold and distant! im fine!#(and we will be here all NIGHT if i begin to yell about how that is a little TOO accurate to her and daemon kajnkxsnk <3)#maybe ill do this again with her descendant and the (possibly!) second hotd oc <3 #'facetious lying bitch' kjsanknajs AND DONT U FORGET IT <3 love that for u mar mar babe!

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