In defense of Lecfosi
I think that the aggressive defense of Charles is often the result of the constant slander he gets for shit that isn’t even his fault.
Just this one race this year alone and you already have people saying ferrari fired the wrong driver because of misinformation about just how bad Charles’ brakes were (I’m looking at you Lawrence Baretto and your official F1 article), which has people saying Charles was making “LeExcuses” and was simply underperforming compared to his team mate instead of having a completely different and FAR WORSE braking issue.
Damon Hill saying shit like “You’d never say that Charles has got the upper hand over Carlos.” And “Carlos is able to beat him on many occasions, and has done over a season.”
Which Lecfosi would have to suck it up and deal with IF these were actually fact. But even last year in arguably Charles’ worst season, that wasn’t the case, was it? Looking at their overall stats, Charles is still the stronger driver. (Yes Carlos won a race but Mr Hill here is talking many occasions and over a season no?)
Why should Charles fans not react when blatant misinformation is being thrown around that shows their driver in a worse light than reality.
So yes, sometimes Lecfosi can come across too reactive. But I think it’s a counteraction to the constant waves of negativity and unfair reporting being shown of Charles.
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I was watching lilo and stitch and that “you can never belong” scene came on and I got this idea in my head for that, but with ROTTMNT. So since I don’t do edits or draw, I wrote it out instead. Don’t think too hard about the logistics. :)
It is cold, when Leo slips out of the lair. He can feel Mikey’s gaze on him as he leaves, raising goosebumps over his flesh. He can’t bear to turn back, knowing that his resolve would crumble immediately if he did. His footsteps are too loud in the loneliness of the sewers. His heartbeat pounds in his head. He keeps expecting to hear a voice calling out for him, or the soft sound of footsteps following him.
But of course it never comes. Mikey had been so hurt. So sad. Of course he wouldn’t follow him.
When Leo finds a portal into the Hidden City, he doesn’t hesitate to throw himself through it despite the danger it puts him in to be there. The sounds and the sights are familiar to him, yet nowhere calls to him as loudly as the lair had. It’s only been two weeks since he was first brought into their home. They hadn’t even wanted him there, and yet the urge to go crawling back is so strong. He had messed everything up from the moment he’d manipulated his way into their lives. Of course they wouldn’t want him.
(Why don’t they want him?)
Leo wanders the back alleys and the side streets, letting his feet guide him to nowhere in particular. The picture he had swiped on his way out of the lair is stored safely in the pouch tied around his waist, and between steps he’ll reach in to slide his fingertips over the stiff paper. Just to make sure it’s still there. It soothes him.
He doesn’t stop walking until he’s far outside the city, tucked away in the scraggly rock forests that surround the Hidden City. The aching in his chest has turned into more of a twisting knife, the small knot of sadness becoming more like a gaping chasm. An open wound. A bottomless pit of longing and loneliness that he had never felt before he forced his way into the lives of the Hamatos.
He hadn’t had anything to lose, before. He hadn’t known the kind of pain that loving something would bring. He wishes he could go back to not knowing. He wishes he could return to a life of never having to make the choice to walk away, to spare them all the pain his existence brings them.
Leo settles on the ground, curling into himself, shoulders trembling under the weight of everything. When he closes his eyes, the image of Mikey’s face as Leo made his choice haunts him. Donnie’s quiet voice rings in his ears in the silence of the forest, you ruined everything, again and again. Raph’s soft squeeze on his shoulder lingers like a phantom. Leo trembles, tucking his knees to his chest. Then, he pulls the photo out.
Raph, Donnie, and Mikey grin up at him. It’s almost mocking, how happy they look here. A reminder that they are better without him around. He hadn’t seen them smile like that since the first five minutes they’d found him, back before they learned the truth of how much of their lives he can ruin.
He runs a careful finger over those smiles, then he squeezes his eyes shut and holds the photo against his chest. His throat burns, and the ache in his chest feels like a black hole that will swallow his body whole. He does his best to breathe through the pain and when he opens his eyes again, the light speckled ceiling overhead is blurry and indistinct. It reminds him of the stars they had taken him to see, wind tickling his skin as they sat on the rooftop of the tallest building of their strange human city and stared upwards at something beautiful.
“Lost,” he whispers to the open air, and he can almost imagine that single word floating upwards, towards the city and the sewers. Finding its way into the only place he’s ever found that might have one day held happiness. But only for him. Not for them. There was only danger if he stayed.
“I’m lost,” he repeats, words like some trouble confession, and hot tears roll down his cheeks.
Some small, selfish part of him hopes they’ll hear. He wants them to come for him, and to bring him back home. It is a stupid, foolish wish. It’s better for everyone that he stays gone. He can’t hurt them this way.
He falls asleep with tears drying on his cheeks, and body curled tight around the only evidence he holds of a dream he knows can never be.
When he wakes hours later, it’s to the sound of heavy footsteps over gravel. He jolts upright, heart pounding, eyes wide, and for one foolish, terrible moment he really believes that his family has come for him.
But no. Of course not. When Draxum emerges with a weapon pointed at his head, Leo can’t find it within himself to feel surprised. He stares back blankly, shifting slowly to stand, halfway wishing that Draxum would just take the shot and get it over with. He doesn’t think he has the energy to raise a hand to defend himself.
The gravel has left his legs peppered with indents and marks from where they’d pressed into his flesh as he slept. They sound like something breaking as they shift and crunch beneath his feet. Draxum’s eyes dart between those markings and Leo’s tear streaked face, before his expression twists into something complicated. Almost pitying.
“Don’t run,” he says, voice low. If Leo hadn’t heard what true kindness sounds like these last couple weeks, he would have said that’s what he hears in Draxum’s tone. “Don’t make me hurt you. You were difficult to make. No need to ruin a perfectly acceptable specimen.”
Leo shuffles, eyes darting between Draxum and the stacked stones surrounding them. He makes a sound low in his throat, hurt and uncertain, but he does not bolt. Draxum smiles, already assured of his victory, and steps closer. Leo watches with wide eyes.
“Yes. Yes, that’s it,” Draxum murmurs, careful and soft, like he’s trying to soothe a scared animal. “Come quietly.”
“I…I’m waiting,” Leo admits, and he watches Draxum’s brow crease. His head tips, curious. He’s not used to this side of his creation — quiet, yet resisting his orders. Leo shuffles a half step back, heart pounding so hard in his chest that he feels a little dizzy.
“For what?”
“For…for my family.”
“Aahhh. There is no use in doing so. You don’t have one. I made you.”
Leo shakes his head, hands trembling, photo creased from how tightly he is clutching it in his fist. The thought of ruining the only evidence he has hurts, but the fear of Draxum getting his hands on it, of him finding out about the others, it terrifies him in a way he’s never felt before. He can’t let Draxum know about them.
“Maybe…maybe I could—“
“I don’t know what yokai fool you found, or what nonsense they’ve been filling your mind with, but banish the thought of family from your mind.” His voice has lost that careful, gentle farce. It is harsh and cutting now. A familiar sound that Leo had hoped he’d left behind forever when he ran away. “You are built to destroy. You can never belong. Now, come quietly and we can begin your reeducation once—no! No no, don’t run, don’t—!”
His voice fades as Leo darts through the towering stones, vines curling at his heels and snapping at his shell as Draxum tries to recapture him. The picture flutters from his fingertips as he trips, lost amongst the shadows of the stone forest. Leo sobs, but he does not turn back for it. It is better if it is lost; at least then, he may be able to move on.
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HIII
Kinda random idea I got but I made a discord for myself to organize the fic writing and I love it SJSJDH should've made one sooner
ANYWAYS- the idea is a human au with kinda falling in love Mareach, and preggy Mario and supportive family and a sprinkling of whatever ship I can think for Luigi (as a treat only bc he can perfectly stay single, I'm not sure about that part yet HSJSH)
POINT IS that Mario's preggy and stuff and their aunt bring in pastries from a patisserie she stumbles across (Peach's Patisserie!!) and since then Mario has been craving the pastries from there, and by chance he's close to the place and goes there and meets Peach, the most beautiful and sweet woman he has seen and whatnot AND and then he keeps going there, one bc the pastries are *chef kiss* and also because he likes to go see Peach and waa 😭
I'm still brainstorming the details and stuff in the channel and it's gonna be called You Bake My Heart Go Warm like that valentines thing bc it's a cute phrase and also why not HSJHS
ALSO there's Daisy ofc and the Mario family goes regularly to buy stuff for all of them but especially Mario and they meet Peach, who's always asking about how Mario and his baby are doing and stuff and it becomes clear that the 'princess' likes Mario but Mario's like ?? I'm gonna have a baby how's she gonna like me?
Bc he's like 25 and Peach's 24 and they're both young and why would that woman want to date him if he's about to have a baby soon 😭 whatever, Peach does like Mario, and Mario clearly likes Peach too, so maybe Daisy and Luigi do something to help the idiots date idk JSJSHD
Also there's the Mario getting stuff ready for when his baby is born and the family is like being really supportive and stuff despite the initial surprise bc he's way too young in their opinion and all (and also they know he no longer is dating that guy from the construction work, the job they left supposedly, so there's that too HSJSSH)
Still writing the ideas but I feel like I'm getting somewhere HSJSH just wanted to share it whwh
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