As promised here is the finished product of Sigma’s mandala
S T O P R I G H T N O W
THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL. IT'S SO GORGEOUS AND ANGELIC AND WONDERFUL AND LITERAL HEAVEN TO LOOK AT
i am not joking, i could look at it for hours, it's so beautiful oh my god
the middle, lavender/white dots look like shiny pearls spreaded into a flower, it's so beautiful and sides look like peacock's tail and little sunlights in between, it's so symmetrical, it's so beautiful i will literally stare at this for hours now, thank you so much
you are literally so amazing and talented and hard working and I admire you beyond words, like seriously, this is so amazing and beautiful, I am in love with it
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING PLS EVERYONE LOOK AT THIS, I AM SO PROUD OF YOU FOR MAKING THIS I SWEAR, YOU ARE A M A Z I N G, I WANT TO KISS YOU ALL OVER I SWEAR
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Hypersomnolence
Haha funny story, I was diagnosed with a sleep disorder in November after struggling with it unknowingly for give or take 18 months. Turns out I’m not crazy and falling asleep against your will multiple times a day is actually not a good or normal thing.
So permit me to write the puppet like a sap as I need this right now lol. Yes these are in fact all things I experienced but I am medicated for them now hooray!
One task, that was all you’d managed to get through today. You felt sick and heavy, opting to sit on the cold ground before your body made you, it was a battle to stay awake as sleep attacked you again.
It was only early afternoon and you’d struggled through your one task of sweeping, you were certain everyone at the hotel thought you to be lazy, even if they’d all told you otherwise.
You’d been sick like this for a long time, long before the petrification disease or the puppet frenzy, both events having a negative effect on the way you’d usually manage your symptoms.
And while you appreciated the sanctity you’d been spared at Hotel Krat, the nagging feeling of needing to repay Lady Antonia for her kindness was not helping your case.
You sat with your head in your hands, slipping in and out of consciousness, losing the battle again. Usually, Polendina would find you, send you to your room to rest and that would be it for the day, once you were in bed you found it hard to do much of anything else. Which you supposed was good for your body but it made your emotional well-being an absolute wreck.
Lady Antonia had asked you time and time again to be kinder to yourself, to feel accomplished of the things you could do and that you were welcome here no matter how sick you were, and she would know a thing or two about being sick.
But, you had a bad habit of being nasty to yourself, and with your sleep-related illness only seeming to get worse you couldn’t remember the last time you’d spoken kindly to yourself.
You felt like shit.
A hand at your shoulder, delicate and tender shook you but it didn’t do much to rouse you. Your vision swam uncomfortably through the gaps in your fingers, your head being too heavy to lift up. Hands grasped your wrists, pulling gently to reveal your face that was then taken into those same hands, one soft and warm, the other firm and cold.
With the weight of your head now being supported by P’s hands you could somewhat force yourself to look at him. His expression was unreadable, as always, but his presence was a balm to your spiralling thoughts.
The friendship of Geppetto’s Puppet had been good for you, P didn’t care how tired you were he was just happy to see you, he didn’t expect anything but your presence and that was something you could give freely, tired or not.
He tilted his head in question to what you assumed to be your position on the floor, slumped over rather uncomfortably.
“It just came on, I had to sit down,” you mumbled, he seemed to frown, getting down on one knee and shifting you against him to pick you up.
With you cradled to his chest, he ascended the stairs. You burrowed down against his chest, relishing in how nice it was to be looked after.
It was almost like the trip up to your room didn’t happen, one moment you were snug to P’s chest, the next you were under your sheets and propped up against the headboard. P took it upon himself to remove his shoes and coat and sit on the opposite side of the bed to keep you company.
“Sleepy?” P asked innocently, you nodded trying desperately to suppress another yawn.
“I-“ he started, a thoughtful look crossing his face, “-want to help. How do I help?”
He gently took your hand in his own, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles. The astounding amount of care he treated you with was sure to tear you apart in the best ways, making your exhausted mind spin.
“Just stay here with me for a bit,” You laid your head on his shoulder, “I think that’ll help.”
“Okay.”
He mimicked you, resting his head on top of yours, pulling the sheets further up your lap. Doing what he could to keep you comfortable, a concept he was still trying to grasp.
“Thank you P,” you mumbled, snuggling closer, “love you.”
He pressed a gentle kiss to your head, nose buried in your hair, “I love you too.”
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Excellent essay on Charles and Ferrari as always! Agree every word you said and firmly believe Charles is still Ferrari’s priority.
Wanna share my 2 cents from a commercial POV: why it doesn’t make sense for Ferrari to sideline or sacrifice Charles for Lewis’ 8th WDC
By making Lewis a 8 WDC, the incremental commercial gain for Ferrari actually is not as much as people think. He has already generated massive revenue for Ferrari via sponsorships and merchandise by joining Ferrari as a 7 WDC. His fan base, marketing power and sponsorship are not going to increase substantially because he now has 8 WDC.
Then we consider the cost by screwing Charles over to help Lewis. The most likely outcome will be Lewis will retire on the spot after winning his 8th and Charles will walk (to Redbull). Ferrari will need to explain to sponsors ‘oh the two most marketable F1 drivers are longer with us but we have…Bearman...?’ Even if the sponsor stays, the sponsorship will be much much less.
Lewis is going to retire after this contract. Making Charles his successor is the best way to keep every cent (and sponsors) he brings to stay at Ferrari. Yes Lewis will be the ambassador after retirement but Ferrari still needs an active driver to keep the sponsors happy and attract new fans. There is just no other better candidate than Charles. It makes no sense to piss him off and push him to another team.
This is an excellent take anon I love it. I just have a couple of things to add. I don't think Lewis winning the 8th at Ferrari fair and square would push Charles to another team NECESSARILY, but Charles DOES have that exit clause in his contract at the end of 2026. I have no doubt that if Ferrari show extreme favouritism towards Lewis, despite Charles and Lewis being evenly matched in their cars, Charles will threaten to activate it and walk away at the same time as Lewis retires which would cause an absolute crisis.
Likewise, Charles USP is and always has been that he is Il Predestinato, the chosen one that the prophecy foretells will bring the championship home to Maranello. I think that Ferrari can sell the Il Predestinato narrative better than Lewis Hamilton breaks Schumacher's record in Schumacher's backyard, especially to tifosi.
But, as I mentioned in the essay, Charles has to earn the right to bring the championship home. And I think that this is a fact that Charles and Lewis both more or less accept. If Lewis Hamilton clears Charles in equal machinery, then the eighth is Lewis's fair and square and Lewis gets it and while Charles would understandably be disappointed I think he would accept the outcome. But if home-grown Ferrari golden boy Charles Leclerc can outrace 7x WDC Lewis Hamilton and fulfil the Il Predestinato prophecy, well then the glory is Charles's and I don't see Lewis begrudging him for that.
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me: reading the nastiest yummiest smut
my brain: let me attempt to write the most downbad, horrendously amazing, and beautiful smut too
my brain & google docs: ....... what are we doing again?
shout out to all the writers who make all their work sound like Shakespeare. Honestly, William would never. yall are doing amazing 🤍🎀
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thinking about working in this little shop, maybe a bakery or small diner, where part of your contract to work there is to go through a full term magical pregnancy. but they aren't going paying you when you're outside of work, so for reasons to do with labor laws or whatever, your pregnancy gets paused. you only grow when you're clocked in for work, meaning that a full nine months of pregnancy takes over two years to complete even when you're working full time (and most of the employees are only part-time). imagine coming right up on the end of a pregnancy, maybe overdue, and ready to be done, and you get a few weeks off for the holidays. Last year maybe you were at the end of the second trimester, big but not massive. Just a little inconvenient. this year you have to get all the way to the New Year with this cumbersome belly, stretched and exhausted, just waiting to go back to work and throw that little apron on so you can be unburdened.
The bakery is definitely the strangest place I have ever worked for. The pay was fantastic—more than I could have ever imagined getting in my entire lifetime! Really, there shouldn't be a reason why I was overcompensated for such an easy job. That was until I had finished with my training and officially hired.
The owner was a wizard—very old, very powerful being—that had only one condition for me to even be considered as a worker. They had a fruitful side hustle as surrogacy business (the place was merely a façade to keep the magickal government off their tail) and in order to be brought into the fold you would need to fulfill pregnancy contracts for the customers. Not only had the background check been meticulous in its contents but my medical history had been gone over with a fine toothed comb. If I were honest hearing that I was still being considered with my medical problems it blew my mind. Raising that concern the owner explained magical remedies that would heal any ailments that would otherwise cause pregnancy complications, meaning I would be the perfect surrogate for the babies. I didn't hesitate a moment while white knuckling the pen to sign the dotted lines.
I should have read the fine print.
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There clearly was nothing standard about this operation. To quell any magickal suspicions these pregnancies were enhanced in very special ways. The fetuses were perfectly healthy and safe, the pregnancies were as normal as possible given one big circumstance. The pregnancies were elongated and you only progressed while you were on the clock.
As terrible as it sounds to an outsiders prospective, this is easier to handle. With the slow growth I was able to go about life normally for much longer without worrying that my secret would be revealed. Though the nausea and overall discomfort were murderous in the beginning my first trimester took six and a half months—I barely looked any different! Every scan I had showed a perfectly healthy pregnancy which meant more money being added onto my already cushy check. It all felt like a fever dream.
As the weeks turned into months of growth I had begun to realize I was enjoying this. As much as I had felt anxiety over passing nine months I was able to get into the groove of this magickal pregnancy. It was easier with my coworkers in the same predicament in so many different stages for us to all bond together. Though taking the mandatory holidays for Thanksgiving and Christmas were difficult—there was no extra growing and it felt like my skin was burning with power that was ready to burst forward. Stepping back into the bakery I swore up and down that I grew about four inches around the middle from this surge of pregnancy magick.
Now that I'm nearing the end of this pregnancy a whole two years later, I am more than ready to pop. The babe is very happy in here having parties every day of the week and even midnight (let's be honest here it's more like three am) dance battles to show off their moves. As much as this little nugget has brought happiness, excitement, and joy into these long years carrying I clearly need a break. My skin is stretched tightly across my womb with no trace of skin unmarred by red stretchmarks. I'm not angry about it since most were there before I got pregnant. What I will miss is having someone this close to me when I needed them and experience the craziness of pregnancy over an extended period of time.
What I really truly hate is that I'm stuck at home now until the fifth of January. It wouldn't be terrible if I wasn't on the cusp of labor with false contractions for the last three weeks or the equivalent of a bowling ball sitting heavily on my pelvis. The baby shows no signs of being ready to leave their warm home but I'm very certain that there will be a visit to the birthing center in the coming days after I start work again. I don't think I'll be the only one either. My one coworker has twins and he is very ready for those buns to be delivered as soon as possible.
Even with this bump in the road I can see myself doing this all over again. Possibly requesting to go part time for that pregnancy—to really relish in my slow growth and see how different it feels
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