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@tumblingghosts haha I kept thinking back to your comment on that time travelling Clemmie + Coryo au, and this came to mind as a blurb for what might happen after Reaper kills Coriolanus
Slight context: Max is still president, Snow is dead (courtesy of Reaper) and Clemmie is SMITTEN
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Her love with the victor of the 10th games is a ploy. That much Maximinius knows, he's seen the slight hesitation before they lean in to one another. The way their eyes dart to others, as if trying to see if they had succeeded in their ploy to deter her other suitors, chiefly Snow.
What a silly child... Had he not promised that he would keep Snow's delusions from becoming reality?
But these days, Maximinius was unsure whether that ploy continued to be –
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"Yes?" Interrupted out of his musings, he glanced over to the door to see who had knocked.
"Uncle Magnus, are you busy? I have a question if it's no bother."
"Come in."
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As Clemensia slipped into his office, there was an air about her today that he couldn't quite pinpoint why it seemed familiar.
"Yes?"
"Uncle, I have a question about marriage."
Maximinius coughed in surprise.
Before he could suggest that she ask her parents for such advice, she continued, "Hypothetically speaking, do you know if there's any legal forms I have to fill out if I were to marry someone from the Districts?"
"Marry?" Was this to who he thought it was?
"Marry," she confirms. It was then he realized that she had the same besotted sort of look in her eyes as Hector had whenever he spoke of Cleopatra.
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"I'll look into it," is all he can say at the moment, despite already knowing the answer to her question.
Watching her leave his office, Maximinius faintly wondered if he needed to tighten security in the Capitol tonight, should the silly child decide that she'd elope instead of waiting for his answer.
#time travelling clemmie + coryo#clemensia dovecote#maximinius ravinstill#ashcote#clemmie is in love#i like to imagine an hour after she leaves someone says that Snow has been found dead after having missed three days of work#max calls clemmie 'child' despite her being in her late 20s
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Clémentine the prettiest bell ringer ❤🔔🐐
They're simply delightful! Clémentine's design feels like a royal fairy tale with a touch of circus elements. The little goat-like features, such as the hook nose, are an added charm. The silver eyes and Filipino accent are a bonus. As for Clémentine's backstory, they are the child of an unnamed father who was a doll maker and a baroness named Enaïs. Furthermore, a baron was present in their life, but he was unfortunately beheaded. In short, Clémentine's history is fascinating.
Colentine🐰🐐
(Cole x Clémentine)
God, they are just so perfect for each other: The Storyteller and Bell Ringer. Their sweet, harmonious relationship is a true delight! Yaelokre's art style and storytelling abilities are truly remarkable, and their fandom has produced some truly unique and beautiful OCs. Despite some bad elements in any fandom, we shouldn't let that spoil our love for a show, series, songs, or anything else. Even with the bad, there is still so much good to focus and enjoy.
Certain songs remind me of Moominvalley, particularly the "Snufmin" ship between Snufkin and Moomintroll. The vibe feels similar, cozy and sweet, and it brings me back to my childhood watching the series and enjoying fanfiction. When I listened to "Cole's Response 2/12/2024", it reminded me of watching Moominvalley compilations in 2019, specifically the sweet moments shared by Snufkin and Moomintroll. I really appreciate Yaelokre's art and storytelling, especially "Colentine". Their style truly captures the warmth and charm of Folk Fantasy.
#yaelokre#snufmin#moomintroll#moomin#snufkin#colentine#cole#clémentine#yaelokre cole#yaelokre clementine#aaaaaaaaa i love them#I love snufmin & colentine ship so much 💕 unproblematic#I miss when moominvalley was popular#lgbtq#Gay ship + Non-Binary shipping#more tags#moominvalley#moominvalley gif#animated gif#clemmie
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Perrine & Clemmie doing each other’s hair :] 🌾🌺🍂
#more doodles because I love#yaelokre perrine#yaelokre kingsley#yaelokre clementine#yaelokre cole#yaelokre fanart#yaelokre#art#fanart#digital artist#berry’s art#perrine yaelokre#Yaelokre Clemmie#fanart drawing#digital arwork#cilekixxes#I need to learn how to draw Clemmie’s hair tbh lol
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appreciation post for Clémentine's dimples
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should i finish this one? 'cause i've been obsessing over yaelorke for a while now and i opened this blog to post about it and my art but i have my doubts,,, but i love clemmie so bad they're my baby 😿😿
#yaelokre#perrine yaelokre#cole yaelokre#clémentine#clemmie#clémentine yaelokre#kingsley#kingsley yaelokre#art wip#current wip#artists on tumblr#hope you enjoy#so nervous#i love my baby
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What do you know about love? 🧩
At long last… It is done… The Clemmy fic I’ve been wanting to write for literal years…
Without further ado, I give you: my @proflaytonbigbang contribution!
“Whatever you’re plotting, I will stop you.” Emmy prowled into his space, baring her teeth. “It’s only a matter of time.”
Dove tilted his head, considering; then smirked, as if she were a puzzle easily solved.
“Good luck with that.”
Complete with wonderful art from my equally wonderful artists!
Chapter 3 illustration by @foxtail-pip 💛
Chapter 5 illustration by @chatocheto 💙
Thank you both for being so amazing to work with, and to the entire Big Bang team for your hard work! 🧡🎩🧩
#professor layton#professor layton big bang 2024#hershel layton#clive dove#emmy altava#clemmy#nina writes#what do you know about love? 💙💛
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lily, please elaborate on your clemmie and lyssie post 😔🙏🏽
i know i did this to myself but i’m actually nervous to write this out because i don’t think anyone is going to agree with me but here i go!
before i start- i do want to clarify that i love both characters and this is in no way me hating on clemmie or implying that lysistrata is perfect! clemmie is miles ahead in terms of being caring versus her peers.
however, i do not see clemensia as a truly good, kind person. (again, this is all my personal interpretation and i could be way off!)
a few things stick out to me about clemensia that make me feel this way (pre-snake bite, obviously! def unfair to hold post snake-bite against her).
the first example is when they are discussing how to force people to watch the games.
clemensia says-
“The real problem is, it’s sickening to watch”
lysistrata says-
“Most of us don’t want to watch other people suffer.”
to me, i see this as lysistrata acknowledging and putting focus on the children suffering- where clemmie focuses mainly on how it makes her feel to watch.
clemensia also talks about her first meeting with reaper-
“Mine wouldn’t speak. Not a word”
not horrible by any means- but it still feels lacking in empathy (and not great that she referred to reaper as ‘hers’).
another example that comes to mind is when clemmie and coriolanus are discussing the games after arachne death and she says this-
“Yes, or make them Avoxes, or something,” said Clemensia. “It’s awful, but not as bad as the arena. I mean, I’d rather be alive without a tongue than dead, wouldn’t you?”
this isn’t a bad thing necessarily! but to me, i see it as misguided and failing to actually put herself in the shoes of these children and sort of failing to have genuine empathy.
another example is regarding iphigenia-
“Clemensia had once told Coriolanus it was the only revenge she could take on her father, but refused to give any more details.”
again, miles ahead of most of her peers because she refused to elaborate further but i believe that exposing that to coriolanus at all was a deeply unkind thing to do.
and then here are some examples where i see lysistrata displaying kindness (though i’m aware that it may be unfair to bring up things lysistrata did during the games bc clem didn’t get the same chance to bond with reaper!)
she makes the effort to help jessup even before he protects her in the bombing-
she’d apparently been working hard to connect with Jessup “I brought you some cream for your neck,”
she is grateful to jessup after he protects her instead of just assuming that her life is worth more. she’s also willing to speak out and tell everyone this despite knowing how people view district citizens.
“She’s going around saying that big, ugly boy from District Twelve protected her by throwing his body over her, but who knows? The Vickers family loves the spotlight.”
it’s also worth noting that coriolanus follows this up by saying he’s never seen a vickers trying to claim the spotlight.
she also says this-
“And who wouldn’t rather be the victor than the defeated?”
“I don’t know that I have much interest in being either,” said Lysistrata.”
which i think is very decent considering she lived through the war just as much as her classmates.
she displays empathy and understanding for dill & reaper when her classmates do not-
“Isn’t he the one who promised to kill all the others?” asked Pup.
“Doesn’t look so tough to me,” said Urban.”
“She’s his district partner,” said Lysistrata. “And she’s almost dead now. Tuberculosis, probably.”
she’s also quick to call out her classmates during the games-
“Like musical chairs,” said Domitia with a pleased look.
“But with people dying,” said Lysistrata.”
when jessup has rabies and is chasing lucy gray-
“If Jessup can’t win, I want Lucy Gray to. That’s what he’d want. And she can’t win if he kills her,” she said. “Which might happen anyway.”
to me, this shows that she has been able to empathize and understand who jessup is as a person.
also while other classmates display anger or frustration at losing the prize she says this-
“Coriolanus could barely hear Lysistrata whisper, “Oh, don’t let him die alone.”
because she cares about jessup. she also sends food to lucy gray directly after that.
and of course there’s this interaction which i think speaks for itself-
“I do.” She took a deep breath. “What I’d like people to know about Jessup is that he was a good person. He threw his body over mine to protect me when the bombs started going off in the arena. It wasn’t even conscious. He did it reflexively. That’s who he was at heart. A protector. I don’t think he would’ve ever won the Games, because he’d have died trying to protect Lucy Gray.”
“Oh, like a dog or something.” Lepidus nodded. “A really good one.”
“No, not like a dog. Like a human being,” said Lysistrata.”
but the fact that she firmly and openly asserted his humanity in front of the entire capitol essentially is massive to me.
and of course there’s the fact that she had been nice to sejanus-
“Snow had invited Festus and Lysistrata to join the party, as they’d liked Sejanus better than most of his classmates and could be counted on to say nice things.”
of course this is all rambling that doesn’t actually answer the question but i feel like it was important to try to explain why i saw them as slightly different.
essentially i think my thoughts on kind vs nice can be summed up by this quote-
Niceness, then, is often expressed through words or gestures, while kindness is often expressed through acts.
and lysistrata proved repeatedly that she is willing to act by speaking up consistently despite how taboo it is in the capitol. whereas i don’t view clemensia as someone who would be as willing to directly assert a district citizens humanity so publicly (again, my own personal interpretation.).
because of this- i believe lysistrata is a lot more likely to get herself in trouble quicker by opening her mouth and sticking up for the district citizens, especially after this experience. whereas i do not think clemensia would be as likely to risk her safety to do so.
#asks#am not tagging this one pls don’t hate me y’all#i promise i love them both and think clemmie is a doll#this is def just my interpretation!!!#analysis
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This is their dynamic. to me.
#professor layton#clive dove#emmy altava#clemmy#LISTEN LISTEN#THEY HATE THEMSELVES SO MUCH#BUT THEY LOVE THE OTHER SO MUCH MORE#AND THEY'RE SO SIMILAR AND THROUGH LOVING THEM THEY LEARN TO LOVE THEMSELVES ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME
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Cedar and Clemmy being an adorable duo…
#clemmy!#cedar!#jellycat amuseables clementine#jellycat Rufus Bear#Cedar has such a lovely face he looks like a golden retriever :3#the majority of these were taken on a whim because they were just sitting around looking cute#plushblr
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Livia Cardew First Lady of Panem Future President of Panem?
Upon her husband's sudden death at the hands of Panem's infamous serial killer, the Knave of Hearts, she would dazzle the country with her skill as she stepped into the late President Snow's role until a new President was sworn in.
But behind closed doors, there were some who suggested that alongside filling in her late husband's role as President, she took on his lover for her own as well.
Fancast: Lucy Boynton
Context:
Knave of Hearts -> Androcles Anderson. This identity is unknown to the public. (his alter ego is a WIP, may change)
Coriolanus' lover -> Clemensia Dovecote. Alleged lover as it is one-sided and it isn't Clemensia who's pining.
animals + their counterpart: snake -> Coriolanus, lion -> Livia, dove -> Clemmie
Bonus - Livia before Coriolanus' death
"The future President's wife does not parade herself as some sort of entertainment for others to gawk at." - Mr. Cardew to his daughter
Prior to her marriage, it was widely speculated Miss Livia Cardew would have been made the next prima ballerina at the prestigious Capitol Ballet. However, with her marriage, she would retire from the ballet scene.
#moodboards#livia cardew#livia murder au#some moodboards for that au i'll (hopefully) write...#serial killer au#yes the livia murder au + the serial killer au are in the same universe#clemmie's love interests are certainly A character#p.s. don't worry livia does actually kill coriolanus#androcles' alter ego is just being used to deflect any suspicion
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woe, fursona be upon ye (rbs greatly appreciated🌟)
#i love her dearly and im not tagging her with anything other than my art tag#catboo.art#her name is clemmie btw
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fuck it me as blinkie pt 2
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I voted to marry the boy, could you write him being incredibly smitten with one Emmy Altava? (I would take any Clemmy really, but Clive MUST be head over heels for her)
SORRY FOR THE DELAY !! My sincerest apologies, this week has been kicking my ass-
This was hard to write, because I'm bad at shipping and also I don't know the first thing about Emmy ? She works with Layton and is gorgeous, that's it :'D I did ask some friends who told me about a camera ?? So I tried to like. Work from there
ANYWAY !! AU where Emmy works at Clive's newspaper as a part-job on top of her adventures with Layton ! She is a photographer and 20-year-old Clive is a writer. Also this is Unwound Future Canon-compliant (kinda ? It works from Clive's perspective). This is teen, comfort no hurt, fluff, and entirely written from clive's POV
Emmy fans I apologize in advance if I didn't do your girl justice, she is gorgeous and I want to get to know her
Clive remembered that fateful day- not the day it had all started, of course, but the day his whole plan had been thrown off the rails.
It was a day just like the others- or rather, it would have been, had his article not been rejected. He had been working at the newspaper for two years now, ever since he'd graduated at age 18 : two years, and not once had one of his articles been refused. All of his work had always been met with approval at worst, congratulations at best- nothing less.
But not this time. The direction hadn't said much about this outrageous event, simply something about his article needing more work, apparently. This usually wouldn't bother Clive : failure was a part of life, and he forgave those poor souls for failing to perceive the greatness of his work.
And yet- this was a problem. Clive had asked to be granted access to informations about the Incident ever since he started working here, and his request had been denied every time. He had to prove his reliability first, they said, show them that he hadn't taken the job just to get his hands on classified files. It was annoying, truly : of course he had, but proving otherwise was tiresome.
But now, with this failure... Was his progress going to fade away ? Could he still hope to get these documents soon ? Or was this the faux pas that would cost him his prize entirely ?
Clive sighed, putting that traitorous piece of paper back on his desk : he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes for a moment.
What should he do now ?
"Well, that's a sad face if I've ever seen one," a voice commented in an extremely helpful way. He didn't recognize it, mostly because he couldn't be bothered to learn his colleagues' voices or names- mostly because they kept coming to annoy him at the worst possible time. Which was all the time.
"Could you please leave me alone for once or is it really too much to ask ?" Clive knew that he didn't sound very pleasant or respectful, but that was literally the last of his problems. Besides, he had isolated his desk from the rest specifically because he didn't want others to come bother him.
"Pretty sure this is the first time we meet. At least, I don't remember seeing you before. Are you new too ?" She replied, and she really wasn't leaving, was she ? Then again, if she was new here, she probably didn't know that he wasn't here to make friends.
He opened his eyes.
The first thing to catch his gaze was the odd yellow dress, a strange outfit to wear in a place like this : she looked like an adventurer, not a journalist. There wasn't any dress code to meet in order to work here, but still...
Then again, she did have a bow tie.
"I've been here for two years," he deadpanned. She seemed nice and that was good for her, really, but he wasn't in the mood for chit-chat. "Welcome to the team, I suppose."
She smiled. It wasn't bright like a sun or sweet like chocolate, but it was rather something authentic, that she had worked hard to obtain and preserve. This was the kind of smile that would inspire tons of stories and articles- at least to someone really passionate about this job.
Clive wasn't. He wasn't here to change the world or make friends, he was here to get these classified files that would hopefully help him move on.
"Thank you," she said, before putting one hand on his desk and leaning forward : Clive pushed his chair back a little. "Say, since we're a team now, do you mind telling me why I've never seen you hang out with the others ?"
Oh wow. Alright, no little mind games- just straight to the point.
That really was new.
"Well," Clive muttered, looking away, "I have work to do."
She tilted her head slightly, his answer only making her more curious. "And they don't ?"
Was this some kind of test ? Clive couldn't perceive any ill intentions behind this question, but it didn't sound all that mundane either. What was she at ?
"Of course they do," he explained himself, "But this is important to me, and-" Actually- why was he even telling her that ? She probably didn't care, he didn't care, this whole discussion was useless : he had no reason to keep it going. "And my article just got refused, so I have even more work to do." He said abruptly, hoping to end the conversation.
She didn't go away. "Oh really ? That sucks. Want me to take a look ?" She offered, as if she wasn't new here.
"Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm not sure you can help much," Clive said coldly. He wasn't in the mood for this. "I mean, you're new, and a photographer, so this may not be your-"
"Nonsense !" She put her hands on her hips, the same smile on her face. She had listened to approximately none of his reasoning. Stubborn, Clive thought. Stubborn and very confident.
"I may not write the articles, but I know how they work," she said. "Also, I have learned a thing or two from Layton."
Clive froze. Layton. The professor Layton ? The one who had saved him as a kid, the man who was his model, his inspiration, his-
"Hey, this article is about him !" Quick as a fox, she had leaned over his desk and grabbed the piece of paper : her eyes were done scanning through the first few paragraphs before Clive could even react.
"Wh- where are your manners ?!" He yelled at her, blushing furiously. Alright, that was it-
Pushing his chair back, he quickly made his way around his desk, reaching for his sorry excuse of an article.
She dodged his poor attempt at taking back his sheet of paper with no effort whatsoever. "This is pretty good," she said, talking about the paper rather than his embarrassing fight.
Clive was a clever man- that's why he decided after yet another vain attempt that he couldn't win. Somewhere in his mind, he noted that she had to truly be an adventurer of some kind : she was surprisingly strong, agile and terribly efficient, unbothered by someone like him.
He reluctantly gave up his useless fight, taking a few steps back and crossing his arms instead. "Not good enough, apparently," he spat, glaring at her. She had no shame, no hesitation, no weakness- who even was she ?!
"Yeah, I can see why," she nodded, and Clive was once again baffled by her ability to say honest things without any hard feelings behind it.
"Your article is good, but you forgot the presentation," she explained, stepping closer to better show him : this proximity made Clive agitated, although he wasn't sure why. "You talk like everyone knows Layton, but that's just not true- especially since you're dealing with his first ever adventure. You have to keep everyone in mind, not just the readers who are as knowledgeable about this subject as you are."
Clive choked. "I-I'm not-"
"Hey, I could give you a good photo of Layton !" She interrupted him with a smile. "That way, everyone would know who we're talking about."
"Yeah, about that- do you actually know the professor ?" He narrowed his eyes at her, looking her up and down. She didn't seem like the kind of person the professor would frequent, bow tie or no bow tie.
"Of course !" She said, before her voice took a challenging intonation, "What, wanna bet ?"
Clive scoffed. She was being ridiculous- this was probably all an elaborate plan to make fun of him. He could absolutely picture his colleagues telling her to prank him as some sort of initiation ritual, actually. She certainly was almost as annoying as they all were.
But she may know the professor. "Sure," he finally said. "If you can take this photo and bring it to me, I'll buy you a coffee tomorrow."
"Wow, hey, don't ruin yourself for me Tiger," she sarcastically said. Tiger ??
"Wha-"
"Alright, I'll come tomorrow by your sad and isolated desk to give you the picture," she decided. "I love proving I'm right, almost as much as I love drinking terrible coffees with rude co-workers."
"Are you serious-"
"See you!" She cut him off with a provocative grin, again, and left without listening to another word he had to say, again.
Clive watched her go in silence, furious. Who did she think she was ?! She had been here for what, a couple hours, and she just came up to him like that ? He hoped she had annoyed everyone else too : that way, she'd get fired sooner rather than later.
The thought did make him feel better, and he sat back in his chair, enjoying the calm of the small room where stood his isolated desk. If he focused hard enough, he could hear her laugh with others in the next room- but he couldn't, because he didn't care enough to pay attention.
So since he wasn't listening to the sound of her voice, it was silent. And enjoyable. And lonely- which was good, because he hated having to deal with others. Especially her -what was her name again ? Not that it mattered-, because she was so rude and straight-forward and confident. Really confident.
Nevermind.
He picked up the article, looking at it thoughtfully. He needed this article to be accepted, and he needed it to be his best work yet : it was the only way to prove he was worthy of the reputation he had built for himself, and, most importantly- the only way to get what he wanted, the Truth.
...Presentation, uh ?
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Surely enough, the very next day, Emmy came back to his desk with a brand new picture.
Professor Layton, sitting at a table, enjoying a nice cup of tea. He was smiling serenely, and his face held a bit of warmth, of comfort, of home.
"There you go !" Emmy said with a very satisfied smile, one that Clive wasn't ready to see this early in the morning.
He took the photo she was handing him. It felt recent and authentic : in fact, he could see yesterday's newspaper on the table, next to Layton's hand. It was crazy. There was no way they actually knew each other.
"Are you a paparazzi ?" He asked before he could stop himself. He shouldn't throw accusations her way in case she really was close to the professor, but what else could it be ?
"What ? No !" Emmy didn't seem to get offended- on the contrary, she stood proudly, hands on her hips. "I'm his associate !"
Oh.
Clive fell silent, his gaze wandering back to the picture. The professor was facing whoever had taken the photography : he was fully aware someone was here, taking this very picture. Had she asked him to smile ? Or was he just that happy to help his associate win a stupid bet and make a name for herself at her new job ?
Why would someone like the professor choose her as an associate ?
"That's odd," Emmy said with feigned naivety. "I recall you being a real Layton fan, and yet you didn't recognize the one and only Emmy Altava, associate of the great professor Layton ? Surely someone as knowledgeable as you should know this. I mean, it'd be pretty humiliating if you didn't, right ?"
He looked up, staring at her, and she stared him down with a provocative smirk, waiting for his answer.
Somehow, he... he wasn't mad. He didn't feel like angrily answering or starting a fight, which was relatively rare : maybe this was due to the fact that he knew she could easily destroy him.
Or maybe this was due to the fact that he really wanted to know what Layton had seen in her, now. "I'm not a Layton fan, and I didn't know he had an associate."
Emmy's smirk disappeared quickly at his admission, replaced with something that was almost disappointment. She hummed, looking at him strangely. "...This is really not as satisfying as you had me believe it would be. I was looking forward to crushing your little ego under my boot."
Alright- forget that. Clive scoffed. "Don't forget I have to buy you a disgusting coffee now, so we're stuck together for a few more painful minutes."
"Ah- I had indeed forgotten about that part," She admitted, scratching the top of her head. All of the antagonizing and taunting was gone, just like that, Clive noticed : how did she move on so quickly ? He never ever missed an opportunity to rightfully put people in their places. But she was already over it ??
Emmy -she did say her name was Emmy, right ? Emmy Altava- shrugged, coming to a decision. "Disgusting coffee is better than no coffee. Lead the way, Tiger."
He groaned. "Stop calling me that."
"Wait," she paused, and he stared at her while waiting for whatever nonsense she was about to spit. "...What is your name ?"
...You know what- that was fair. He hadn't told her, after all. "I'm Clive Dove."
She snapped her fingers, that same confident grin on her lips. "Great. Lead the way, Clivey."
Clive groaned before leaving the room without a word. Emmy followed him with a satisfied grin, very proud and amused by his pointless anger.
Clive walked faster, trying to hide the blush that crept on his face.
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They didn't interact much after the coffee : in fact, they didn't talk at all for the next few days.
Clive would see her sometimes, or hear her. He heard her a lot : she had a booming voice, full of life and passion. Whenever she talked to another one of their colleagues, Clive would hear her contagious laugh, listen to her stories from the loneliness of his small isolated desk.
She was a great storyteller. Managing her effects, adding plenty of details, adapting to her audience- it felt real. Clive could picture her stories, her adventures at the professor's side.
This was exactly what gave him a new idea, bright like always.
He came across her in the corridor, while she was heading to get herself a coffee. "Oh- Clivey ! It's been some time, hasn't it ?"
He gritted his teeth. This was a bright idea. He only had bright ideas. "Ignoring that first part. I wanted to tell you something."
She didn't seem all that excited, merely eyeing him up and down like they were in a box ring. "What- you want me to prove you wrong again ? Cuz I can do that-"
"No, no," he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. Why was she always so impulsive ? "I wanted to tell you that I submitted my article again, and the direction as well as the audience were really enthusiastic this time."
She seemed to relax, smiling instead. "That's great ! I'm happy for you."
"Also I added your name to it."
She... stopped smiling. In fact, she remained uncharacteristically silent, staring at him as if she was trying to see beyond his calm expression.
It was unsettling- deeply, extremely unsettling. It felt as though she could look at him and see everything he was hiding : his dead parents, his need for answers, his plan to get these files, his... his dead parents. There was nothing else he was hiding.
And yet, he felt his face go red under her scrutinizing gaze. Stupid, embarrassing shame.
"You helped me with the photography and the structure of the article, so it's only fair," he explained in a small voice, crossing his arms. He was not going to look at her. He was not going to meet her gaze and help her find whatever she was looking for. "And that's also why I'm here. I would like to offer you to- to work on a series of articles about the professor."
Clive still refused to watch her reaction, and it took another couple of seconds for Emmy to react : but when she did, she put her hands on her hips, leaning forward with a wide grin. Clive hated when she did that, it made him feel so small compared to her. She was also closer to him, which made him feel really... uncomfortable. And hot. "You want me to work on these ? With you, I suppose ?"
"Obviously," he scoffed, shrugging nonchalantly- or so he tried.
"...Why ?" She sounded concerned- curious too. There was something in her that wasn't sure about this project, and yet there was an even bigger part of her who wanted to get more out of this, to explore all the possibilities.
Clive couldn't care less about possibilities, or colleagues, or success : there was only one success that mattered to him, and it was getting these classified informations.
Which was exactly why he wanted to work with Emmy. Her proximity with Layton and, he'll admit it, her set of skills were perfect to help him reach his own goal. "Because you know a lot about the professor, and your stories are good material. Also, you could provide with pictures and- and presentation advices, I suppose. Probably," he muttered. She was still so close- should he step back ?
No, she would probably get offended. Oh well- he just had to keep standing inches from her, then.
She seemed amused. "I thought you weren't a Layton fan. Why are you asking me to tell you about him ?"
"He's a good inspiration for articles," he said, trying to sound professional- and why was he even trying ? This was professional. It was a professional setting. "Only an idiot would let this opportunity go."
"And you're not an idiot." She thought about it for a minute, before she shrugged : "Why not ! I'm here to create articles, after all. But first I need my coffee." She stretched her back before taking a few steps away, heading for her long-awaited beverage.
Clive felt... almost disappointed to see her leaving, but the unusual joy overcame it easily. She had accepted to work with him, they were gonna be a team- which meant that he was getting closer to achieving his goal. "Wait- want me to buy you a coffee ?"
She chuckled. "Don't ruin yourself for me, Clivey."
He didn't make any comment on the name.
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Getting to work with Emmy was just delightful. She was as efficient as he was, both straight-forward in their criticism, always looking for ways to improve, listening to the other's suggestions before making up their minds. They made an exceptional team with perfect cohesion and excellent results.
Of course, the direction had noticed it too. Their articles were a hit among the newspaper's audience, even bringing in new customers : everyone was curious about this duo who wrote entertaining articles about some professor. It almost felt like fiction, and people liked to read these improbable stories that stood out from the rest of the usual news coverage.
The audience wanted more, the direction wanted more, and so Emmy and Clive logically decided to make more articles : day after day, week after week, they kept creating more and more stories, to the point that they would spend most of the day together- even the sacred coffee break.
"And that's how we found out that Descole really was behind all of this," Emmy finished her story, taking her cup of coffee in one hand. "I mean, I had my suspicions- but without the professor, I never would have guessed what was truly going on."
Clive nodded, absent-mindedly scribbling a few notes. His own cup had been left completely untouched, his coffee cold by now.
This detail didn't go unnoticed. "Cold coffee won't taste better, you know," Emmy joked.
Clive stopped writing, looking at his cup in silence.
Emmy frowned. "Hey, are you okay ?"
Clive looked at her, then at his notes. They were precise and neatly written at first, like always, before suddenly going... messy. Which was weird, because Clive hated messy.
"I just thought about something," he explained.
"Oh ?" She leaned forward on the table : her curious eyes were scanning Clive's face, waiting for any piece of information. Her coffee was left forgotten- it was disgusting anyway.
Clive brought his own cup to his lips, a poor attempt at hiding the blush on his face- because he was blushing, he knew that.
After all, this was exactly the something he had been thinking about.
It had taken him weeks to realize it. But surely enough, at some point, he had stopped listening to the stories and started listening solely to the voice telling them. He had stopped seeing work as a means to an end and started to look forward to seeing her in the morning, to sharing a coffee with her day after day.
He had even stopped caring about these stupid classified files. He would never stop being curious about the truth, wanting deep down to know what truly went down- but he could also portray his life in a world where he wouldn't get to know. Maybe he could never know, and still be okay, as long as he had another source of motivation.
Emmy. His work with her- scratch that. Just Emmy. He knew it was her and not these pointless articles : even the professor, his childhood hero, seemed to pale in comparison to her, recently.
He had wondered why the professor had made her his associate : now he knew, maybe even more than Layton himself.
"I was just- just thinking," he said, before taking a sip of coffee. It was cold, and bitter, and frankly disgusting : this newspaper should be able to afford better coffees, especially with all the records in sells recently. But this disgusting coffee allowed him to share a moment with Emmy, so maybe it was a bit okay. "About stuff."
"Very specific," Emmy mocked him, "Come on, spit it out !"
Oh, there was no way he was telling her. Admitting it -partly- to himself was already a big enough challenge. "I was- well, I was wondering if the professor was okay with us writing about his life."
Emmy rose an eyebrow, settling back in her chair. It really was just a game of getting closer and away, wasn't it ? "The professor doesn't mind. He is flattered someone is that invested in his adventures. He said he'd like to meet you, one day," Emmy simply answered, looking at him funny. There it was, that scrutinizing gaze that was looking for secrets, trying to uncover everything he wasn't saying- "But really, Clivey, we've been doing that for weeks. You only wonder about that now ?"
"I guess I didn't want this to stop, in case he was bothered," he simply said.
If Emmy noticed the way he passed up the opportunity to meet Layton himself, she didn't say a thing. "Ah, right. You're not an idiot, and you're not passing up any opportunities."
"Exactly," Clive said. He wasn't blushing anymore, so he put his coffee down- it was really too disgusting, anyway.
Emmy nodded. "We have enough for our next article. We should get back to work- you know, so you keep getting opportunities." She said this with a touch of humor, and Clive chuckled at it. It wasn't even that funny, but she had a way of making him happy that only worked with her : another colleague would have him rolling his eyes and spitting a distateful comment.
"Alright- I just need to go back to my desk first," he said, standing up and gathering his stuff.
In a fraction of second, Emmy was next to him. "Go get it, Tiger," she gently punched him in the shoulder. Uh, it'd been some time since she used that one.
"And Clive ?" She added. "I'm glad we took this opportunity. Together." And with that, she winked at him.
Clive stared dumbly at her, her words taking a minute to register : when they did however, he felt his whole face heating up in a way he couldn't possibly hide.
"I- uh- I mean-" He stuttered like an idiot, unable to form any thought. What did she mean by that ? Was this a friendly remark ? Or did she- did she also-
Was she also in love with him ? Because he was in love, madly. And maybe he hoped she was too.
He didn't know what miracle happened, but she left without any comments and he remained alone, his stuff in his hands and his heartbeat racing. He must look pathetic, being so red in the face and trembling because of a single remark. He was weak, weak for her, and what was left to be done ?
Luckily -a second miracle-, he didn't see any colleagues as he rushed back to his desk : if any of them had seen him like this, a trembling blushing mess, he probably would have no choice but to kill them.
Putting his stuff on one side of the desk, he himself dropped onto his chair, palms pressed against his face. Even now, even with his eyes closed, he could still see her beautiful smile, the way she winked at him-
No. No no no- he had to stop imagining stuff. There was no way she saw him as more than a colleague -a friend, maybe, emphasis on the maybe- and he would ruin everything if he couldn't respect her feelings on the matter. He didn't- he didn't actually need to- to date her- dating her, he was thinking about dating her and it sounded so wonderful, everything he could ask for, and-
No ! No, alright ? She wasn't interested, and he respected that. And he didn't need to date her, just getting to talk to her, to see her being so vibrant and passionate and confident, a real force of nature- just that was enough. He didn't need more.
He was happy with just getting to see her.
He dropped his hands, taking a deep breath. His heartbeat was still a bit fast, but it was returning to normal : even the red on his face was gone. It was alright. He would be alright, as long as he could keep things as they were.
And if he wasn't entirely satisfied with the way things were, if he kept longing for more, then it was his problem.
He opened his eyes, only to notice a white envelope on the middle of his desk. It... hadn't been there before. Who had put this here ?
Curious if not wary, he got closer and took the sheet of paper, turning it around in his hand.
On the front, he could read "Access to classified files granted"
#And then we get Emo king Clive with 'Oh no you don't' Emmy. Toxic Yuri my friends (Alright I'm joking I'm joking dw)#Also I know the end is an angsty cliffhanger and the beginning is more comedy than shipping but. Idk I'm bad at shipping#Emmy fans I would love to know how accurate I wrote her 👀 I literally rewrote this whole thing 5 times cuz it didn't feel right#So I hope this is the right one !! Although I did wonder if she would be around canonically. Or if she would work at a newspaper#I do feel like she drinks coffee tho. And Clive is fond of beverages so we're good =)#Anyway I'm rambling a lot ??? Point is- sorry for the delay and I hope you like it !!#Now I still have to finish my Big Bang outline. It is mostly done but I'd like to add an excerpt too. So I will probably post less here#Clive dove#Emmy altava#clemmy#professor layton and the unwound future#professor layton and the lost future#My writing#Ask
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New fav dress and makeup to match <3
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Clive. 💙🕊️
That’s it. That’s the post.
#I’ve been working on so many Miraculous things and my creative drive has never been better#But I want you guys to know that this is all because of HIM#My writing and drawing skills#My love for meta posts#Even MY UNDERSTANDING OF ENGLISH#All of these were developed because of one (1) fictional character#OH YEAH HE ALSO GOT ME AN ENTIRE BEST FRIEND 💛#Man of my life 💙🕊️#(It’s funny because I’m a lesbian)#professor layton#clive dove#emmy altava#clemmy#nina draws
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reno 911 fucks so hard every once in a while i think of "new boot goofin'" and everything is right in the world
i've seen every episode of the show like several times and it has its flaws as everything does but some of the shit from it is so fucking memorable like new boot goofin specifically it's like my god this show is made by clowns LMFAOSLDKJFSLIDJFSK>DJF
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