#mcl screen

[maddafuchagurl]

Jason should work on his pseudo killer skills lol

His look is pretty scary though!

[madeby-meru]

i love how buggy and laggy the my candy love new gen page is, yas beemov give us the full otome experience! throw in a couple indescifrable google translated paragraphs here and there now that you're at it

[mclalegria]

Dove and Jason's chat during ep 4

A while back I said I have a document where I keep the conversation going and this is one of them made visually appealing 😬 + one I thought about last week when the episode got out for vips and I willingly looked for spoilers lol

[eldaryasharbinger]

I picked up an "old" Jason drawing I was working on and omg,, The more I render it the more smug and babygirl he looks and I'm finding it hard to keep going but I must finish this 😔 not just for myself but for the all of you as well 😔🙏

Only thing I'm going to say is that it accidentally ended up being a continuation to my last drawing of him and my oc 🧎🏻

[jamminvroomvroom]

something in the orange.

ln x fem!reader

in which lando can’t always have what he wants. and neither can you.

i’m so back! missed u xoxo i kinda hate this with a passion but i had to force myself to write something bc i was getting the writers jitters lmao. pls tell me what you think and what you want next! hugs

inspired by: something in the orange by zach bryan (ouch)

songs to set the mood: call out my name by the weeknd, all of evermore actually, leave the door open by the silk sonic

warnings: 18+!! minors, BEGONE!! smut, angst, wee bits of fluff, language, alcohol mentions, inappropriate workplace relationship (reader is an engineer @ mcl), slight age gap (r is older), mutual pining, mutual denial (kinda), unprotected sex (L bozo)

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the first time it happens doesn’t really count.

you’re drunk and lando’s worse. tensions boil over at some after party, neither of you can bare it, and he’s shoving his key card into the slot of his door while he sloppily kisses your neck. you cannot take

any responsibility for your actions that night and disregard it as a write off.

explaining away the morning after, when you fuck him again, sober and begging, is a different story.

oh, well.

it happens again. and again, and again, and again.

different cities set the mood and the danger turns you on. you trade your mclaren administrated work shirt for lingerie, and your inhibitions for good sex.

he’s younger, just a couple of years between you, but he doesn’t show it. he makes you forget it, every single time he rearranges your spread limbs on a mattress. he makes you forget his age, and the fact that careers will be over as soon as another soul finds out what you get up to when the chequered flag falls.

lando makes it easy. a flick of the wrist and a curl of the tongue makes you sob, and he smirks into the crease of your thighs every time. and when it’s over, and you’re both spent under linen sheets, you can’t even regret it. not when he makes you laugh until you cry and keeps you warm as you drift off to sleep on the rare occasions that you let yourself stay.

it can’t continue. it can’t, you tell him and yourself. every morning after is punctuated with promises that this is the end. and every time, you manage without each other until the next race weekend, when he looks at you in that knowing way that makes your thighs clench.

-

lando can’t think straight.

he never can when he slides between your thighs. it feels like home.

you’re somewhere in the middle east, he can’t actually remember where right now, not when he pushes deeper and you clamp down around his cock, so hard that he chokes out a shaky breath.

“how do you feel even better every time?” lando groans, grinding into you nice and slow.

you slur out a moan in response, tipping your head back even further as you do. it gives him the perfect opportunity to burrow into your neck, kiss over your collarbone, rock into you harder.

everything is warm, slick. this whole situation, it’s a well oiled machine now. lando sends a text and you turn up five minutes later. he ushers you into the room and then, clothes leave a trail from the door to the foot of the bed. what was once a place holder, a way to get some after a shitty race, had become something to look forward to, something that made his heart race. the anticipation, the danger of you made him weaker than he ever had been.

at first, he hated the hold you had on him. it didn’t mean that he could end this, though, not when he couldn’t help but stare at you in the garage. not when he was transfixed by the glimpse he’d get of your collarbone under your work blouse, or the stray hairs that fell over your face when you were concentrating on the data screens.

“lando, i need- i need…” you gasp, trailing off as you arch even further into his sweat glistening body.

lando smirks, sliding a hand down your

body, pinching your nipple on the way. he already knows what you need. he finds your clit, teasing over it a couple of times.

you lock eyes, warning him to give you what you want. he just grins, licks his lips and continues faint glides over the bud. it sends shockwaves over your body, and you convulse underneath him. you writhe, and writhe, and whimper and keen as your orgasm washes over you. his eyes snap shut, barrelling into you as the pleasure hits.

then, there’s silence.

he lays on top of you while you both return to planet earth, no sound but pants of breath and a soft hum from you when he finally pulls out. you smile softly when you rise from the bed, swinging your shaky legs over the side to stand.

“you staying?” lando breathes. he’s laying on his front, arms flexed as they cross beneath his head.

“not tonight, lando.” you tilt your head apologetically, voice soft and sweet. he frowns. you ignore it, and search for you underwear.

“come on, stay.” he sounds desperate to his own ears, cringing at the way the words come across, but your filter it out. you’ve become an expert at navigating - and more often than not, ignoring - the emotional strings that he tugs on. the ones that attach to your cold, cold heart.

“can’t. you’re gonna have the team here bright and early. ‘m not risking jon seeing me here when he comes to wake you up.” you explain, jumping into your jeans as you tug them up your legs.

“he won’t care.” lando argues, childlike in his negotiating.

“i care.” you scold. you hear the soft thud of his head hitting the pillows. you know you’ve won this round.

lando’s quiet for a while after that, letting you dress yourself. as you’re searching for the bag that you can’t remember if you brought or not, he springs from the bed, making a beeline for the door. you think he’s being gentlemanly, but quickly realise you’re being foolish. the fucker is blocking your exit.

“lando.” you raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms, unimpressed.

“i know, i know, i’m gonna let you go. i just…” he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, pondering his next words.

“you just…” you usher him along.

“i’ll let you go if you promise to have dinner with me over the summer.” he smirks.

“are you… have you lost the plot?” your eyes almost bulge out of your head.

he tried this, sometimes, tried to get you to go on a date, or get you to do something alone that didn’t involve engineering or a surface that you could fuck on. you’d naively thought he was past this.

“can we just try?” he gives you a look somewhere between i want you so bad and the infamous lando norris puppy dog eyes. lava heats your cheeks and your belly, and the butterflies come out of hibernation. you couldn’t deny, you wanted to try. but, at what cost?

“text me.” you murmur, gesturing for him to move.

“so, that’s a yes?” lando questions.

“text me, and i’ll think about it.”

he decides that he’s gotten the best possible answer out of you, and finally let’s you make your great escape.

you almost collapse on jelly-like knees the second the door shuts behind you. standing your ground with him was getting too difficult, too tiresome. the boy was hard fucking work, and he always got what he wanted.

you’d often daydreamed about him taking you out, getting dressed up nice to sip wine and eat too expensive food, and eventually getting undressed. you realised, however, that those kinds of thoughts were to be banished, after you got caught up in fantasies during a race and almost had the pit crew put mediums on during a bout of rain.

wanting him was dangerous. it could be career ending, reputation destroying, heartbreaking.

one date wouldn’t hurt, just to satisfy his appetite. he’d probably get bored eventually. you wouldn’t let it get further than one meal, one last night with him, and then it would stop.

one more time. just one.

-

you’re waiting on your sofa for the text that tells you he’s arrived.

your hair is curled, messy. just how he likes it. you’re wearing something short and black. your high heel taps against the floor as you bounce your leg nervously.

he’d texted, just like you’d told him to, and then a date was set. just one dinner, one time only. you were gonna tell him that, too.

it’s a bit of fun, you think. dinner and shag. companionship. it was lonely on the road, and sometimes each other was all you could have. it made sense, you figured, that he had honed in on you. you’d done the same to him.

just when you think he’s late, there’s a knock on your door. you were an expecting an “i’m here” text, not the full package. after all, this date was just a formality, right?

you try not to shake as you make your way to the door. lando looks so good that you almost cave and say, “sure, let’s give this a go, eh?”. he’s wearing a shirt that fits painfully well, clinging nicely to a delectable frame. the buttons he’s left undone provide a gorgeous window to his collarbone and the necklaces that hang from his thick neck.

“you look beautiful.” he compliments, rakes his eyes over your body.

“don’t look so bad yourself.” you try to tease but it comes out flustered. you ignore the way his eyes light up.

“you ready?” he asks, you nod.

your heart flutters when he effortlessly takes your hand in his.

-

the restaurant is in the middle of nowhere, and you’re the only two people dining. maybe it’s because of the ‘closed’ sign that gets placed on the door when you arrive. so, he’s gone all out, you think. you’re shocked at how hard he’s tried to keep this private. maybe this isn’t the formality you think it is, maybe this isn’t his way of feeling better about meaningless sex. maybe it wasn’t as meaningless as you pretended it was.

he had you belly laughing within minutes, laying the charm on thick. wine and conversation flowed effortlessly and you were quickly regretting saying yes to this. you were in danger.

in a moment of silence, you catch his eye from across the table.

“you know, this is a one time thing, right?” you almost whisper. you almost kick yourself, why would you say that now? it doesn’t even phase him.

“that’s what you think.” he grins, devilish and stunning.

“i mean it.” you smirk.

“sure you do, honey.” he says, it sounds a lot like ‘game on’.

-

you stir, eyes slowly fluttering open. orange light washes over you, dancing in the pair of eyes you find staring back at you.

the eyes watching you sleep belong to the same person whose strong arms are wrapped around you, nice and secure.

you croak out a good morning, and he grins at how hoarse you sound. it was all his fault for making you whimper and scream, begging and crying for a release.

the date had gone really well.

“coffee?” lando offers.

“just the one, need to get home.” you bring things back to reality.

two coffees and four orgasms later, you head home.

-

the blurry pictures of you and him leaving the restaurant make you ill.

no one can quite tell it’s you, not yet anyway. twitter is ablaze.

faceless accounts call the blurry woman in the pictures the cruelest of names. you cry for hours, and then you stop for a bit, cry some more. rinse, repeat.

you pull on a jacket, scramble for your car keys. this time, you’ll mean what you say.

-

there’s a knock on the door.

when he opens it, you shuffle inside like you always do, coat hangs on the hook with a scarf to match. silence lingers until you reach the kitchen. the kettle hisses. you didn’t even know that he knew how to use one.

“this has to stop.” you say. emotionless. inside, agony sinks into every emotional cut and scrape. you don’t let him notice.

“i know.” he agrees. he’s seen the pictures, too. “okay.”

the kettle is forgotten, two mugs abandoned; he carries you to bed.

one last time.

-

two fingers loosen you up for him, drawing you steadily over the edge. he doesn’t stop there, no. he slows right down, letting you ride out your high, but only for a second. he speeds up once again, grinding his fingers into you at godspeed, and you feel your eyes dampen with tears.

your entire body glistens with sweat and your release, the overstimulation making your toes curl and your back arch. you wonder if the tears streaming down your face are just a result of the way his fingers are curling so deliciously against your walls, so good that it hurts, or if it’s because you know this will be the last time he gets his hands all over you.

“lando,” you cry, grasping at nothing. he’s got you naked in the middle of his bed, and he’s still fully clothed, kneeling between your spread thighs like a man on a mission.

his motivation is to make you stay, to make you regret the fact that once this is over, you’re choosing not to come back. his need for you, that raging desire that fuels your every encounter, it has only increased tenfold since the night of your date. but lando isn’t stupid, he knows that after those photos were published the brakes were on this… thing. this was his only chance to convince you to keep this going, but he was fighting a losing battle.

“what do you want, honey? you want me?” lando grunts, speeding up even more. you didn’t think that what he was doing was humanly possible, but the stars you saw and the way your body was practically levitating off the bed said otherwise.

“only gonna have me one last time? is that really what you want, baby?” he continues to run his mouth, crooning over you. you call out his name, begging. begging for another release, begging that you could stay here forever. with him.

and then you see white and god, and you convulse until you’re collapsing into the mattress. your vision is blurry from the tears and the haze and the unwavering emotional torment.

you grab at him, languidly pulling him in. it takes all the strength you have left to secure him, your feet shoving his jeans down his hips while your hands rip his t-shirt off. you’re keening, too sensitive and too needy. you’re agonising over his touch, you need him to sink so deeply into you, so that you can feel him when it’s over and you’re far away from what almost feels like home.

his breath shakes and his eyes gloss over when he pushes into you.

“let me stay like this, just for a minute.” he chokes out. you nod rapidly, your eyes squeezing shut. he kisses into the crook of your neck, panting and mumbling sweet, painful words over and over.

your hands run over golden planes of warmth and muscle, memorising every dip and crease of him. he slowly rolls his hips and your belly clenches, veins set alight. one of his hands scoop up up your wrist, and the motion creates a deep grind unlike anything you’ve ever felt. your wrists are pinned above your head and lando hovers over you so that he stays level, continuing that slow grind, hips hitting yours hard and slow.

he draws a low whine from the back of your throat, one that makes his hips stutter and your pussy clamp down on him as a pleasurable result. you can feel fingerprints forming around the tender skin of your wrists and you want him to dig in harder, slip into your veins and become a permanent part of you.

lando’s eyes are greyer than you’ve ever seen them, boring into your own. you don’t think you ever break eye contact, staring deep into his soul as he stretches every possible part of you. he doesn’t want this to end, you can’t pretend that you do, either.

he changes his angle slightly, long strokes replacing the short drags, but he keeps hitting deep. something possesses you to lean in, as much as you can given his hold on you, and you capture his lips in a kiss that takes him aback for a second. he melts into it, though, and then you’re chest to chest. tongues meet, and moans meld, your legs snake around him like vines.

“need you to come for me, honey. one last time, yeah? need you to feel good for me, baby.” lando mumbles into your mouth, wet and hushed. it’s overwhelming, and everything goes blank. all you are aware of is the burst of pleasure, his hold on your limp wrists, and two grey green eyes that are begging you to stay.

-

you get dressed quickly, whisper goodbye, and disappear out the door. something stops you, and you need clarity, for him more than for yourself.

you peek round the door, finding his unwavering gaze. your forehead creases, awkward anguish. the way you’re looking at him, deep and sympathetic, it makes you ache. this may well have to be the last time you look at him this intently. it stings.

“it’s better this way, you know?” you murmur.

lando nods, begrudgingly, yet obediently in defeat.

and then, once more, you’re gone and the latch on the door clicks somewhere far away in his apartment. he sinks into the bed, drowning in bed sheets and agony. his head thuds against the pillow and he stares out the window. the orange sunset makes his eyes burn. there’s something about the colour that makes him nauseous now that you’re gone.

-

a few days later, you’re in a meeting that you can’t focus on. he’s sat opposite you, not that you spare him a glance. it’s too painful.

you’ve been here for hours, your body becoming one with the office chair that you’re sinking deeper and deeper into.

yes, the car needs to be faster. yes, your heart hurts. yes, we need to up the strategy game.

you zone out, for the umpteenth time, losing yourself in the dark orange sky. it’s getting late. you crave sleep in your lonely bed. while you stare at the swirls and hues of warmth, you shiver.

lando, on the other hand, hasn’t heard a word said since he sat down. not when his eyes instantly find bruised wrists on the other side of the table. they match the bruises on his heart, the ones that you’d left behind when you’d grabbed it, stolen it from its solitude cage.

he watches you watch the sunset, and then the meeting is dismissed and everyone rushes home for dinner.

“who was that you took for dinner, then, noz?” one of the mechanics jeers at lando as you’re leaving the boardroom. those damned fucking photos would never let you sleep well again.

you’re a couple of steps ahead of them, ears perked up. you’re nauseous.

“no one you know.” lando laughs uncomfortably, waving it off. he sounds exhausted.

you fight with the revolving door and rush to your car. you scream as soon as the door slams and you’re in the drivers seat. you thrash against the steering wheel, and then you scream again.

when you compose yourself, and pull out of your parking space, you notice lando’s range rover ahead of you. when you get to the end of the drive, he will turn left, towards london, and you will turn right.

the devil on your shoulder murders the angel in cold blood, silencing the only voice of reason you had left.

when you reach the junction, you turn left, too.

-

yikes. anyways lmao

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[verystrxxwberry]

Hi! How are you doing? I've been reading your content and I must say that I truly do enjoy it, you are my favorite content creator! I am about to do a nsfw request, so please forgive me...

What about the MCL newgen routes when they are turned on? What are some signs of them being turned on?

Thanks! Lots of love for you <3

MCL NEW GEN; when they are in the mood (NSFW)

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Suggestive, MCL NG routes, how do they act when they are turned on. ↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: I'm doing pretty good! It’s been a while since I do not write for MCL, but it is a pleasure for me to go back to it :). I truly hope you enjoy it!

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ROY 

This guy is confident when it comes to acting, and I don’t think he is the type to hold on if he wants something. If he wants to have you close, he will do his best to achieve it.

When he is in the mood he becomes more clingy. If you are in the office, his arm would simply be wrapped around your waist all. the. time. He won’t let you go, and his thumb would be giving slow circles on your side. He would remove it when Devon appears, but he is going to take his time to enjoy the way your curves feel against his hand.

His breathing changes a little, and you’d be able to hear it because you basically would have him right besides you. Whenever you talk to him he leans in, his eyes focused on you, but he might look at the way your lips move when you are talking. And damn, his gaze is genuinely so hungry that he might steal your will to talk correctly.

As much as Roy would like to take you at that moment, he respects your dignity and of course, your job. He needs to be subtle. But expect him to lean in to compliment your scent and then plant a ticklish kiss on your neck.

Plus his voice gets lower and deeper, yet he speaks so softly that it seems he is whispering to you. When he goes from being loud and confident to more quiet and intimate, there is something cooking in his brain- and you know he has some intentions behind it.

When you are alone, he is not going to be subtle. He needs his partner and his clinginess is obviously making it clear. 

Roy is a romantic partner, and even if he has no fear of giving you small and gentle kisses in public, that’s not even a half of how romantic he can get to be. During private… it’s different. He loves kissing you, being in contact with you as long as it doesn’t overwhelm you. And when he is turned on, his hands are holding you close to him by your hips. He’d be giving slow kisses to your neck as he purrs about how good you smell.

The moment he takes your lips in a kiss, it is impossible to escape from his grip. And not because he wouldn’t let you, but he’d keep you hypnotized with the sensuality and gentleness he shows in the kiss. He is a good kisser, and he knows exactly how to do it when he wants to make you feel butterflies with only his lips.

He won’t rush things, but he will be amused if he gets to make you hungry for him as well and you get needy. He will tease you by going even slower. 

AMANDA

Not gonna lie, the main reason for her to get randomly in the mood might be due to ovulation… She is a passionate lover. Even though she gets quite flustered when there is no reason for her to be turned on at that moment.

In the office she might act distant at first, worrying you in case she was upset over something. But her rosy cheeks are dyed so red that it’s not normal of her. Maybe she's feeling bad, and then the moment you approach to touch her skin to check the temperature she sighs. She stutters whenever she talks, and the way she looks at you…

There is something intense in the way she stares at your form whenever you are around. She can’t focus on her work even if she pretends to do so, looking at the screen of her computer and cursing herself for not being able to think straight. But she’d stare at you, checking you out a few times as she unconsciously bites her bottom lip.

If by any chance you look back at her, she will quickly look away. 

You’d see her fixing her hair as she crosses her legs. Oh, and you know very well why she is crossing her legs. She’d adjust her skirt a few times as she makes pressure with both of her thighs to try and relax herself, but guess what. That only makes her more needy for you.

You approached to check on her, using your hands to massage her shoulders. Damn she melts once again. Amanda looks up at you and the puppy eyes she gives to you are enough to make clear how she is feeling.

Once she’s got you all for herself in private, she is going to be needy. The moment you both get to sit on the couch, she’ll start by slowly placing his hand on your thigh, caressing it up and down. The need is so obvious that you can feel his touch being basically fire in your skin.

Her eyes have no shame in wandering down your body once again, as she approaches to glue her chest area to your side, making sure to press her boobs so she can tease you. She seems to be cuddly, but she aims to go further than simply cuddles.

She gets very handsy, her attention placed on your reactions instead of your words. But she nods as if she was listening to you..

DEVON

It’s unfortunate for him to get aroused during work because he has an image to keep in front of his employees, he has to be responsible and serious as he is the one representing the company. It would be a pity that someone would catch him devouring you with his gaze as you work.

When he is in his office, he keeps himself busy to not focus on the feeling there is on his pants. He straightens his position, crossing his arms over his chest and sighing deeply. His back is completely straight, his chin up to the front and his shoulders tensed, doing a great example of the perfect position. 

Every time you enter his office, he bites a pen as he looks at your whole form trying his best to focus on your words. He’d sign you to get closer because he can’t help it, he wants to feel your warmth a little bit at least. 

As he talks to you about some documents, his hand is on your lower back. His office doesn’t give the best intimacy as the walls are made of transparent crystals, yet he looks around to check that no one is watching as his hand slowly goes down… resting over your bottom for a few seconds and then moving it away. He’s not that bold with his touch in public, normally, but he can’t help it.

He would ask you to respectfully go back to your desk. As the switch goes through, he dares to walk around the office, once his pants are less tight. He asks everyone how they are doing, and when he reaches behind you, he caresses your shoulders and neck. His caresses are so slow that you realize he is taking his time to enjoy the softness of your skin.

But he stops himself before getting aroused once again.

Once the shift is done and he gets time alone with you, he is quite direct about his intentions as he literally unbuttons his shirt slowly. “I might take a shower to relieve the stress. There’s room for two, if you wish to join…” he purrs, a cocky smile evident on his face as he starts to walk towards the bathroom.

How to say not to such an offer <3.

THOMAS

Another one who is flustered and acts distant. When it happens in work, he deeply focuses on his work, trying to ignore that your presence achieved to get him in the mood without even trying. His leg shakes anxiously as he works, doing his best to ignore everyone. It is annoying for him to wear those jeans he usually wears for work and having an erection.

He gulps, clearing his throat as he feels his throat dry constantly. He would be constantly sipping from a big bottle of water, but not even that can end with the thirst he has for you. He even licks and bites the skin of his lips, trying to distract himself.

He uses his hand to brush his hair back in frustration. The impact you have on him is intense, and you are completely oblivious about it. He blames himself for being hard, closing his eyes and trying to take deep breaths so his friend calms down a little. He is even frowning.

You notice him acting strange, and he’d simply say that he is fine, but his voice would sound husky and low, as if he was tired. But he is simply… fighting himself to have pure thoughts. He’d accept physical contact, but would need a few seconds to organize his thoughts and speak coherently.

His pupils are big when he looks at you, as if he was seeing a meal he wanted to devour already.

When he gets to be alone with you and he gets turned on by accident, he normally tries to act normal. He puts his hands on his pockets to hide the fact that he was aroused. He’d be distracted, trying to follow your conversation and not paying attention to his needs, but it seems so appealing for his mind to give him so many dirty thoughts that he sighs in frustration.

His eyes are more expressive than his whole face, and even if he holds a neutral expression, his eyes are burning in desire. He doesn’t start unnecessary physical contact since he finds it awkward, but look… Now it is necessary. He rests his arm around your neck, his hand playing with your hair slowly as he listens to your words. His legs would spread a little, his knee pressing against yours.

Knowing him, you knew that his clinginess had a reason behind. 

JASON

As always, he absolutely adores being a lil shit and teases you as much as he can to check your reactions. He deals with his arousal naturally, doesn’t make a big deal about it but will not hide it from you.

When you visit him in his office, he can’t help but smirk at the view of you. “Ah, right on time…” he mutters and pats his lap. There might be the risk of someone walking into his office, but he doesn’t care to be seen with you on his lap. He holds you by the lower part of your back, his other hand resting over your thigh as he presses your side towards his torso. 

He looks up at you with that cocky expression you are used to seeing from him. He gives you a little seductive smirk as you rant about anything, his hand massaging your thigh slowly, making slight possessive pressure. His eyes accompany the lust he is feeling.

His method to show you that he is turned on is by turning you on. And he is surprisingly good at this. Jason keeps the little game of keeping eye contact to make you nervous, which he adores. Then he’d lean in to give some kisses on your neck that would make you squirm.

Being on his lap doesn’t make it any easier as you can feel the arousal growing under his pants. Jason isn’t ashamed. When he is in the mood, he is like a predator hunting its prey.

Knowing that there are still people in the office, he wouldn’t go as far as he would like, but he’d be aware that he managed to get you in the mood before telling you to come back later. He adores seeing your frustrated expression whenever he leaves you right on the edge of doing something further than giving you teasing caresses and heated kisses.

But once he is the only one in his office, he will gladly use the area of his desk to satisfy both of your needs. 

About him getting turned on in private… he is pretty much the same, he makes it obvious by his seductive movements and works on making you needy as well. The only difference is that you won’t have to wait much for him to satisfy your and his needs.

✰; remember to reblog and like to support my content, I hope you enjoyed it!

[mysilaan]

Hellow, hope everything's good! I'm here to request some hcs for my boy, Thomas. 😎

I noticed something cute about him in these two episodes, and I wondered if you could write about it.

So, whenever he shows something of his interest or something he created (aka his coffee machine app/the VR set) to the Newcete, he looks so proud of himself and full of enthusiasm to share something he likes with her, it's just-- so cute!!! I imagine him having the proudest, stupidest smile on his face when she likes it as well. And they're bonding slowly, and it's just fills my soul with so much happiness! (i'm a slave for slow burns, can't help it)

Thank you! 💕😊

Hello Anon :) It has been tough for me recently but it’s getting better, thank you!

Now that’s a very good headcanon request… I’ve noticed it too and I found it very endearing⭐

(And yeah slow burns supremacy 😔)

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THOMAS MCL NG HEADCANON PART.1🍒

⭐

You were having one of those comfortable sleeps where nothing in the world could get you out of bed, and you were having a pretty nice dream on top of that. Your eyes slowly opened, and you were hit with the feeling of forgetting something. Had your alarm already rung this morning? Your eyes flashed open and you took your phone on your nightstand to check the time. 08:53 am.  You were so doomed.  You leapt out of bed and grabbed the first pair of jeans and top you could find. Snatching your keys, you dashed out of the house without even grabbing a snack. Once at the bus stop, you took a look at when the next bus was passing by. “Five minutes… It should be fine.” You muttered to yourself. But the bus was late and you ended up waiting for ten long minutes…

Arriving at the building, you glanced at your phone screen: you were almost an hour late… You knew that Devon wouldn’t mind much, it wasn’t in your habits and he knew that. You searched your pockets and bag to find your badge but it seems to be nowhere to be found. “No, don't tell me…” Yes, you forgot it. You let out a frustrated noise while looking for the doorbell of the open space. But before you could do anything, a loud motor sound made you turn towards its source. Someone on a motorcycle had parked just in front of the building. Did this person work here? You were curious about their identity. You got your answer when the person removed their helmet-and it was none other than…“Thomas?!” His name slipped out of your mouth in a mix of surprise and confusion.  He tilted his head towards you with a raised eyebrow and you unconsciously moved towards him. “Weren’t you supposed to start at 8:30 this morning?” You were caught red handed. “Well… Hello to you too. I overslept.” He just nodded and turned his back to you to grab his stuff. “I didn’t know you were riding a motorbike.” “You never asked.” Of course he would say that. When he turned back towards you, ready to head inside, he seemed surprised to see you observing his motorcycle with such fascination. “That’s a pretty one. How long have you been riding it?” you asked. Were you seriously asking about his bike? He never thought it was something you were interested in. “I'd say about three years… It’s not my first one though.” “That’s so cool! The speed might be crazy on this one.” When you raised your gaze on his face; you noticed he was smiling, he almost seemed proud. That’s something you noticed before: his usual serious expression vanished when he talked about something he liked. It made you smile involuntarily. “It is. What’s great about this one is its tires-” You cut him mid-sentence without thinking. “Yeah, I heard they’re pretty light for this kind of motorcycle.” He looked at you, completely incredulous. “Did I say something wrong…?” “No… Do you ride one yourself?” You laughed. “I wish! But no, I’m just interested. My father was a MotoGP fan; looks like he passed on his passion to me.” “Wait, really?” “Yeah! You don’t believe me?” you teased. “No! It’s just that not many people are interested in it.” “Well… You found a comrade!” He simply nodded, smiling, his head full of things he’d like to talk to you about motorcycles, but reality interrupted. “We should go now, you’re already really late.” You gasped. How could you forget? You walked beside him, and he used his badge to get the both of you inside.

You had to stop by Devon’s office to apologize for being late. He, of course, accepted your apologies, but made it clear that he wouldn’t tolerate it if it became a habit-and that was only fair… Returning to your desk, which was just in front of Thomas’, the ginger-haired boy raised his head to catch your attention. “Is something the matter?” you asked. “No… I just wanted to know, since you seemed really interested… Would you like a motorcycle ride one day?” You thought your ears were playing tricks on you. “You mean… On your bike? With you…?” “Who else?” Now you were the one surprised. But you couldn’t refuse such an offer. “I’d be delighted!” Thomas nodded at your answer. “I don’t have a second helmet with me, but I can bring that tomorrow… If you want.” “Of course! Let me treat you with dinner as a thank you then.” “If you really want to.” You smiled while sitting back on your chair, satisfied. You couldn’t help but steal a glance at your colleague who seemed pretty content too. You were already imagining it-a ride on this amazing motorcycle (maybe not at full speed, for obvious reasons), the wind all around you, a delicious dinner… And Thomas’ company. You almost slapped your face when you realized what you were thinking about. You quickly started working, not allowing your thoughts to drift any further. You couldn’t wait for tomorrow evening…

[marchiveeee]

Heyy

Well

I'm not d*ead

Now that I've finally graduated from uni, I'm back at (re)playing MCL and I even started MCL NG this weekend 🥳

I'm still on episode 6 of HSL and let me tell you something... I don't mind helping Leigh get back to Rosa, in fact that's what I always do, but it's really annoying to see how he doesn't make almost ANY effort whatsoever to think of ways to get her back.... Like, dude... 🤦🏽‍♀️

About MCL NG, I first thought I'd be with Thomas, but then there was ✨Amanda✨! And there's Jason too.... He's certainly something, isn't he? I couldn't decide between both of them so basically on my US account I'll go for Amanda and on my Brazilian account I'll go for Jason and see what happens!

But honestly, in real life if someone treated me like Jason treated Ysaline/Candy on episode 2 (tearing up her card in front of everyone) I'd go home and cry..... But I'm here for the enemies to lovers tension, I want to see if he's going to redeem himself at some point!

Just one more thing, is it just me or do some of you also think about this meme when Roy appears on the screen?

[i-donot-forget]

New Gen, ep 1 y 2

Finally I had time for a "little" review! I'm late but better late than never. Like many, I had my expectations and I can say that, apart from 1 point that concerns me and that I will mention later. I am pleasantly surprised with the final product.

Let's start at the beginning and I want to say that I really like that they give us a full context about Ysaline's life and her family from the very first moment, it helps me to connect with her, unlike Candy who in ep 20 I think we just meet her parents. And like Ysaline, I'm ready to make the same mistakes again and even worse (Why go for 1 boss? if you can go for 2 😏)

The animations, I don't want to leave out the animations, from the changes of expression of our character in each dialogue, to the, at first weird but then not so weird, "camera close-ups", I loved them. Thomas peeking out from the side of the screen or when a route approaches us in the moments of the dates, are an extra touch that helped me to get more into the story.

Regarding the routes and characters in general I want to say that I find them nice, it is a varied group in personalities which is what interests me the most and I want to discover who have their own groups and who are besties (the scene where they all run into Devon's office is awesome). Now with the routes, from second 1 I declared myself Jason and Thomas route, which I tried to follow but to my surprise, just following my instinct I ended up on Devon and Jason's routes…. (by the way the new Cassy/Nath) The personalities of the routes are well defined and, at least in my experience with Devon and Jason I felt "chemistry" that with the others I didn't (and that's ok, I'm not looking to fall in love with everyone).

Now talking about plots, I feel they have a lot to draw from, and although I know that showing the Cosy Bear Cafe event would be very difficult due to the personalization of each player, I don't deny that I would like to see it in NG. I don't mind that some arcs may be cliche, as long as they take risks as they have been doing in MCLLL, I want to see controversial and/or sensitive topics!

And finally… my ONLY complaint, and more than a complaint is a concern, is the issue of the points and not the PA's, no, not at all, I made a very quick calculation and it's fine. But the gems is another thing, 2 per day + 7 on the last day of the month gives us between 65 and 67, if they release 1 episode every 2 months, well that's perfect, you have 130-134 gems for the episode. What's the "but" then? I'm a sl@t and I like to have special moments with more than one route… in this case 2, if it is 1 additional scene per route and each one costs 120 gems, in an episode I would have 240… so I would have to wait DOUBLE to play an episode my way, to my taste… Is it unforgivable? Not at all, it's a detail in fact, but if someone would read this, they could lower it a little… just a little, maybe to 100 and I wouldn't feel so devastated ☹️

Other than that, and to close. New Gen was a positive surprise, you can see the love that is in the game, in terms of gameplay, graphics, animations, etc, etc. 100/10 nothing to say, excellent work. I TRUST that this quality that reflects the growth of Beemoov as a company and MCL as a franchise, will be seen in the plot, in the arcs and in the development of the routes, which after all, is the most important thing for the players.

So thanks for reading ❤️ and see you early tomorrow morning at the office…

[tetrakys]

Hi!! I missed tou! ❤️ What is the context of the there some scene? Is it possible to get both images at once?👀

Hello 💕 thanks anon I also miss being active here, hopefully we're all going to stick around more when new mcl gets released.

The context for the threesome is the following:

They boys do their concert at the Snake Room, Castiel suggests to spend the night at his place to avoid the long drive in the middle of the night. Once they get there they all shower in turn, Candy is the last one, when she finishes she hears Castiel say that he is happy Lys and Candy are still together despite him having a crush on her in high school. You can choose to keep eavesdropping or stop the conversation (in which case you skip the threesome and move to the proposal which is super romantic). If you keep listening Castiel tells Lys to be careful and if he makes Candy suffer he will take his chance, Lys gets angry but Cas says that he is kidding and he would never hit on Candy and do something that would upset Lys. At that point Candy goes to them and you can choose to initiate something or not. For just one time, because of the excitement of the concert etc, as a one off thing. If Cas LoM is too high, Lys is jealous and angry and you backtrack immediately. If Lys LoM is high and Cas' LoM is medium/high the threesome can happen, but there is one last option to back off by choosing whether you think Lys is okay with it or not, if he is then the threesome happens.

So basically it's really complicated to get this scene, you have to set the relationships with each of them in a way that Lys is comfortable with it, and even then you can choose for him to not be the type to share Candy and stop everything.

Once the threesome happens the episode ends saying that they all went back to their normal lives. Instead, the wedding only happens following the proposal. So it's a bifurcation in the story, they are two completely different paths thus no you can't get both illustrations because they don't happen in the same timeline.

(I'm sure that for people who want the threesome to be canon in their game and lead to a wedding they can imagine Lys proposed later off screen, but it's not what happens in the episode).

[total-drama-takes-takes-2]

tta aftermath 1

A flashy intro sequence reading “TTA Aftermath” flashes across the screen as a merry tune plays.

The screen glitches, and the camera pans out and down to a swanky studio. Former contestant Patrick is sitting on a suede couch in front of a clearly cardboard back wall. In the bleachers off to the side are every camper who hasn’t made it back- Courtney, Ass, Max, Julia, Staci, and Mal. 

Patrick clears his throat and pulls out a set of cue cards that just say “die” and “kill” in red sharpie. He sighs. “Kitty. Where’s Kitty?”

Kitty drops from the ceiling onto the couch next to him. 

“I asked you to write intelligibly,”

They peer over his shoulder and grin. “Those are words, aren’t they?”

The audience laughs. Staci in the bleachers claps her hands. Patrick sighs. “Whatever. I wasn’t planning on following a script anyway. Welcome, audience, to Total Takes Action: Aftermath. I’m your host, Patrick,”

“And I’m Kitty!”

He shoves them out of frame. “And that is my assistant, Kitty. We’re coming to you live to report on everything related to Total Takes Action!”

The audience cheers. 

“On today’s episode, we have Frollo, McLovin, Kelly, Austin, and Bonnie- we'll be answering some questions, and later, our peanut gallery will be giving their opinions on who should win,”

The audience cheers again. 

“Bring out the crazy one!” Patrick commands. The crowd goes wild as Frollo steps onto the stage, clutching his Bible. He takes a seat in the cushy chair next to the main couch and coughs a little. 

Patrick winces. “You’re not still infected, right? I have a very delicate physique,”

“Please be infected!” Kitty squeals. 

Frollo sighs. “Despite my protests, I was treated at… at a…” he shivers. “A hospital.”

“Oh, brother!” Max yells from the peanut gallery. He’s ignored. 

“Good,” Patrick swipes a bit of dust off his pants leg. "As I don't care enough to come up with any childish segments for this show, I'll start by reading some submissions sent by the fans at home."

He clears his throat. "Alexis S. asks "Frollo, I think Mal likes you. You should make her your good Christian wife,""

Mal glares and crosses her arms in the bleacher as the audience Oohs. Frollo ignores the question entirely.

"Fine. River asks: "Can you convert me?""

He nods.

"Okay, fine. We have a video for you on the webcam," Patrick pulls out a remote and a large monitor descends from the ceiling. It flashes static for a few moments, and then settles on the image of a teen in their bedroom.

"This is frollosbibble on tiktok," Kitty reads the handle at the bottom of the screen. "You're live, frollosbibble!"

The teen smiles and pulls up what looks like a scarecrow, then turns it around to reveal a ragdoll version of Frollo. The peanut gallery winces. "HIIII TT Cast!!" they shout into their mic. The feedback makes everyone grimace. "I just wanted to say to Frollo that I converted to Catholocism for him!! I used to be Protestant but TTI showed me the error of my waysss."

Patrick rolls his eyes and leans over to Kitty, muttering something indistinct. They giggle. He sighs. "Okay. Anything to say to that?"

Frollo rolls his eyes and Patrick turns off the monitor. The peanut gallery looks sick.

“Now, the hosts were supposed to have questions for you, but someone messed up the cue cards.” he turns to glare at Kitty, who smiles. “So I’ll just make them up. Here’s my first one: what’s wrong with you?”

Frollo blinks. “Original sin,”

“THIS GUY STINKS!” Max yells again. 

Patrick sighs. “Can someone please do something about the backseat driver?”

Julia smiles and whacks Max upside the head. 

“Thank you. Anyway, back to-” he turns back to the chair and sees Frollo gone. “Fine. McMuffin, get out here!”

McLovin walks on stage with swagger, waving and smiling. Courtney and Ass roll their eyes in unison from the crowd as he takes a seat in the cushy chair. “What’s up Patrick, my man?” he kicks back. 

“The sandbags that I could have Kitty release on your head whenever I feel like it,”

McLovin swallows nervously and sits up straight. 

“Ooh, I have a question!” Kitty yells, waving their hand around. “What’s it like being a brain eating amoeba?”

“I um… I don’t think I’m qualified to answer that,” McLovin says. Patrick sighs and massages his temples. 

“Do we have a commercial to cut to?” 

A nearby intern shakes his head. Patrick mutters angrily to himself. “Fine. Strap him to the bomb,"

McLovin’s eyes widen. “The-”

“We have quite a few questions about yourself and those two... things," Patrick waves in Courtney and Asses directions. "So we came up with a fun challenge."

Kitty pulls a stick of dynamite with an abnormally long fuse out from their apron and ties it around McLovin's neck. "The rules are simple!" They say merrily. "If Courtney and Ass can answer a whole round of questions without fighting, we'll put out the fuse!"

"This cannot be legal!" Courtney shouts.

Ass snickers. "Typical,"

“Alright, first up,” he says casually. “Mary M asks: "Natalie, why did you call yourself Ass on the show? I understand wanting to protect your identity but what possessed you to call yourself ASS?"

Ass scoffs and rolls their eyes. "It's ironic, geniuses. You wouldn't get it,"

"God help me," Patrick mutters. "This one was sent without a name, but I decided to keep it anyway: "Courtney, what are your opinions on Ass?""

"Did you put that in there?" Courtney glares. "I'm not answering that!"

Patrick shushes them and Kitty lights the fuse from the other side of the stage. Courtney and Ass grimace.

"Okay, fine. Ass is... a perfectly fine competitor who I happened to have a few disagreements with. Calm enough for you?"

Patrick shrugs. "Another one from River: "How does it feel knowing that the guy you fought over has a boyfriend?""

They look at each other and grumble.

"Fine,"

"Why should I care?"

Courtney shakes with anger, then takes a deep breath and exhales. They rub their temples and mutter to themselves. Patrick and Kitty smile with delight.

"Okay, final one. This is for Natalie from Pants: Do you think you were robbed?"

Ass scoffs and stands. "Do I think I was robbed? I KNOW I was robbed! My elimination was a fallacy, a fluke! It never should've happened! That should've been me winning! Not them!"

"You never even deserved the win!" Courtney stands, throwing their hands in the air. "You're nothing but a self-centered, two-timing, wannabe scammer with their head up their-"

The sound of the stick of dynamite exploding pulls Courtney and Ass away from the argument and they both wince as they turn back to the stage. Patrick and Kitty laugh hysterically.

McLovin coughs up a ball of soot and falls backwards.

"Oh, that is priceless," Patrick wipes a tear away. "One more question, okay? This one's just for you, McMuffin, from River: how did you make it so far in the first season?""

He coughs again, holds up a finger, and then passes out.

“We’ll be right back,”

---

“Welcome back to Total Takes Aftermath!” Kitty grins, tearing the cover off a pillow with their teeth. Stuffing flies everywhere. 

"McLovin has been taken to our special medicinal center. We had to add it for "legal reasons,"" Patrick air-quotes with his fingers.

"Good. I'd sue if I could," Max says from the peanut gallery. The other contestants nod in agreement.

"Oh, please. If I was in your position, I'd have sued for breach of contract weeks ago. You're just not that smart," Patrick shrugs. "Kitty, tea?"

Max thinks for a moment as Kitty runs over with a tea pot.

"Please tell me it's actual tea this time and not dirt,"

"It's organic!"

He narrows his eyes. "That's what you said last time,"

Kitty smiles and turns to the camera. "Next up, Kelly and Austin!"

“Kelly and Austin have been love birds since last season, but now they’re just friends,” Patrick reads off the cards he was given, completely monotone. “Who wrote these things? A third grader? Just bring them out!”

Kelly and Austin walk onto the stage, keeping a distance from each other. They smile awkwardly and wave. 

“Okay, first question: what’s it like being losers?” Patrick smiles. 

“Um…” Kelly thinks. “Not too bad.”

Austin shrugs. 

“Even though you morons lost out on a million bucks because you were too busy sucking face?”

“I admit, we got sidetracked- but I don’t regret missing out on the money, I regret missing out on the chance to find myself,” Kelly nods. Patrick rolls his eyes. 

Kitty smiles widely. “So, what’s it like just being friends?”

“Wow, an actual question. Those would’ve been nice ON THE CARDS!” Patrick yells. Kitty ignores him. 

“It’s fun! I’ve never felt so connected with myself,” Kelly nods. 

Austin agrees. “Right on. I’ve been having the time of my life being single again!”

“Okay, whatever,” Patrick sighs. “Can we get Bonnie out here? I’m in the mood to have an actual conversation with a normal person now.”

An intern walks onto stage and whispers something in Kitty’s ear. They nod and then turn to Patrick. “Bonnie is refusing to leave the bathroom,”

Patrick massages his temples again. “Can someone take care of that?" Courtney stands and runs to off stage. "Let’s read some more fan mail,”

Kitty smiles at the tablet on the table. "This one comes from Mary M: "Patrick, I hope you explode, how dare you eliminate Staci,"

"Oh, boo-hoo," Patrick rolls his eyes. "She doesn't even care. See!"

He points to the peanut gallery, where Staci is busy chewing gum and scrolling through their phone with their feet kicked up on the back of Courtney's seat. They look up at the camera on them and take off their earbuds. "What?"

"From Kiran T:" Patrick reads. "Kitty, does it feel uncomfortable to be shipped with your cohost?""

Kitty shrugs. "It's all water under the bridge. Like a real ship would sail on,"

"That analogy makes no sense in this context!" Max yells. Julia whacks him again.

"This one comes from six eyeballs,"

"What?" Patrick leans over Kitty's shoulder. "Those are emojis."

"Ooh, cute! Well, the eyes ask: "Patrick, what are your thoughts on fren?" And then there's a little text that says "Do you want to kiss him on the lips?""

Patrick blinks. "Which friend?"

"No, it's Fren," Kitty says.

"Who is that?"

The peanut gallery stares at him.

"Okay, this next one comes from River: Dear Patrick and Kitty, what ever happened to your radiation poisoning?""

"Three weeks clean!" Kitty announces, kicking their feet back and forth. "Maybe even two!"

Patrick sighs and the tablet screen turns off as Courtney and a very reluctant Bonnie walk out on stage holding hands. Courtney returns to the peanut gallery as Bonnie stands off to the side.

"Not going to take a seat?"

"I do not want to be here,"

"I don't blame you!" Max yells from the bleachers again. Bonnie grumbles.

"Okay, okay. Just one question," Patrick says. "Then someone here will take you to the mall to fill you up on Hot Topic or whatever."

"Spencer's, and I want a soft pretzel too,"

"Fine, whatever. This one comes from Your Biggest Fan: "We all know you're one with the unpopular opinions, so I have to ask. Do you agree with the statement that you were robbed last season?""

Bonnie thinks for a moment and then sighs. "Not really. The other players deserved the win more than I did. But getting voted off like that sucked," they turn to the peanut gallery and glare.

The other former campers, aside from Ass and Julia, avoid eye contact. Kelly waves a little. "Love your hair!"

Patrick rolls his eyes. “And that’s all for today, guys!” Kitty waves. “We’ll see you next time! And don’t forget to tune in to Total Takes Action!”

[maddafuchagurl]

Ysaline's sister and mother: meet Tasha and Zahra!

[nerdybeotch]

MCL: New Gen favs

Hello! This is my post to participate in the E-Girl Pack giveaway by @tetrakys.

Honestly, I don´t use social media a lot, I´m not very techie, so trying to win the code with other creators has been very difficult. But the fact that I'm not a gamer nor very used to playing anything but The Sims (thanks to my brother) is one of the main reasons I LOVE MCL SINCE I STARTED PLAYING IN JUNE 2012, just 5 days before my 14th birthday: I just needed to register, not download anything, not install software that may put my computer in danger, not need to even understand a lot about computers. So, I STARTED PLAYING BECAUSE IT WAS EASY, but I stayed because, you know, Armin ;) jejeje

I was always very shy, but the game made me very happy for years. I knew a lot of people in the forum, and I really liked discovering the story and how the characters grow while I was also growing and learning to understand my own feelings. The day I met my first boyfriend, I arrived home and played MCL feeling for the first time those butterflies in my stomach. The day we kissed for the first time, I wrote in my diary that I felt special, like a girl who could be loved as my sucrette that, in my mind, was a character very opposite to myself, she was strong, outgoing, and it was easy for her to talk to people, so she was everything I wasn't. When he asked me to be his girlfriend, I told myself: "Well, he´s not Armin, but he is mine" (I actually wrote that In my diary, which makes me laugh now that I'm older). MCL was always there, on my mind and my screen, even the day he left me and I was crying, thinking nobody would ever love me again. Yes, I was a dramatic girl, but only my family (and my diary) knew it, because I used to think other people wouldn't like me, and I had a pretty low self esteem. (On a side note, we only lasted like one month, so I was being VERY dramatic).

When I changed schools, I met an outgoing and very cool girl who loved soccer and was always talking about it. I started playing soccer too, and I met a whole team of cool and friendly girls that made me realize I can be very talkative when I´m given the chance. I introduced some of them to the game (do you remember when they gave us AP for bringing our friends to the game?) I think it's fair to say that I forced them to play, and then we all started having long conversations about it ("Castiel is the best one." "No, how dare you? Nath is the best.") It was amazing, we started bonding for more than soccer, and we shared crushes. Time passed and, eventually, my new friend (Ali) started to be distant, and I hated it because I missed her so much, after all, she was my best friend, and I didn't understand why she didn´t want to talk to me. To make a long story short, she confessed to me she was in love with me. I won´t give many details of what happened next, there are some things that still hurt since being a girl who likes girls wasn't easy in 2013 (not that it is much better now, but we didn´t even know many people who were like us, felt like us, or loved like us). What I want to say though is that things got better, and we have been together for 8 years. The best 8 years in my life.

But why am I telling all this story when I'm supposed to talk about my favorite MCL: New Gen things? Well,

MCL has been with me all this time, it MADE ME FEEL LESS ALONE, I discovered my love for writing while I was reading fanfiction with its characters.

When Priya became a crush IT MADE ME FEEL SEEN. It is one of the few games that now, as a grown woman, I am still playing, cause IT'S WHOLESOME and IT MAKES ME FORGET ABOUT THE REAL LIFE DIFFICULTIES.

I always liked following a STORY, I'm a reader and a writer, so I love stories more than anything.

One of my favorite things since I started playing is the PERSONALIZATION, and I like this even more in New Gen, with the new skin colors and the DECORATION OF MY ROOM and, of course, SWEET TAKI.

I love the MINIGAMES, dressing my Sucrette is one of my favorite things, and I just love how different she can look.

The EVENTS are also something I always enjoyed, having new things to dress my Sucrette and a new dynamic each time made me stay awake all night long, just waiting to see everything the team at MCL had prepared for us.

I also have to say that CONTROLLING MY CHARACTER'S ACTIONS is amazing, maybe because I didn´t play much, but that was new for me when I started playing.

I'll let this list end at 8, because that's my favorite number. And this one is all about the BEAUTIFUL COMMUNITY that this game has. My wife and I have been playing since high school, and there are a few of my old friends from the soccer team that I know are also playing to this day, Maybe that's because we miss the old days when we had no responsibilities but to have good grades at school, or maybe it's the pure nostalgia of our teenage years, when we felt a lot, but we also were passionate about a lot of things and felt alive. Maybe we just want to save the good memories, even when they have gone, and we are "free, independent adults" (I used to want to be that, and now that I am, I don't really feel like I'm free, nor independent, nor adult).

Yep, I went deep with that one, Now I'm crying just remembering the good old days, but I also love that this game is giving us another chance to fall in love again with all the things that made us fall the first time. And maybe I'm starting to be too old to play MCL, but I don't care. THIS GAME WAS A BIG PART OF MY TEENAGE YEARS, AND I WANT IT TO BE PART OF MY YOUNG ADULT ONES.

PS: Also, I wouldn't complain if Brune was a crush on New Gen, and maybe she could be reason 9, but I don't want to be that girl who says that the sapphics would be happy if we could win her heart.

Well, that's it. I have my fingers crossed right now. I really like this pack.

ANOTHER PS: English is not my first language. I'm hoping it's not noticeable, but if it is, I'm sorry, I did my best.

[eldaryasharbinger]

The MCL NG app is finally available on Android as well and... it's so bad lmao the navigation is a pain, I can't see anything since the buttons are either hidden or too small

It doesn't even work that well since it's slow, I personally don't mind it too much since I only got it for the rewards, still I highly discourage anyone to switch to the app, the web version is much better even though it has it's issues as well

I'm on my phone most of the time, I just turn my screen horizontally when I'm changing outfits or participating in style contests (it works better, it's literally impossible to do it otherwise) and play the actual episodes on my pc when they come out

[raiiryuu]

Freed glanced at the timepiece on his nightstand, not particularly interested in nearly blinding himself with the screen of his MCL. 1 in the morning. He wasn't entirely sure why he was awake at this hour -- nothing seemed off, immediately, except the way his heart was pounding as if he'd been startled -- but the dark shape passing by his doorway at least offered familiarity.

But this didn't seem to be one of the usual nightly checks the dragon slayer did. He didn't even slow down as he passed the door, the coat thrown over his shoulders lending his silhouette much more presence in the dim light from the small lamp in the hallway. He didn't glance over, there was no flash of oddly luminescent eyes, not a sound. The man was as a ghost -- impressive, for someone his size, but also concerning. Freed hadn't even had the chance to sit up and consider going after him, calling to him, before he heard the apartment door open and close quietly.

When he did peek out into the hallway, a familiar, somewhat frizzy seith mage was doing the same. The man's expression was profoundly somber, concern writ plain on usually carefree features. He glanced to Freed, then to the point Laxus had disappeared from sight, then back to Freed.

"He say anything?" His voice was hoarse.

"Not to me, no. I'd only just awoken as he left."

"He was loud, a bit ago." Freed noted only then that despite the sleepy appearance, Bixlow's cowl was behind his shoulders, totems at the ready around him. "Thought he was fightin' at first, but then he just…left."

Freed blinked. Well, that would explain the shock. "Is he…?"

"Right outside. Probably just needed some air." Bixlow didn't have his usual bravado, though. Even staring at the man's soul, he didn't know how to help him, and it felt like a Vulcan had hold of his ribs to admit it.

"He ain't angry, though," he offered after a moment, something almost like hope in his voice.

--

"Really, Laxus," Evergreen murmured, having caught Freed and Bixlow before they could exit and joined the pair on their way out. "You had us scared half to death with that noise." Her tone held all the bite one would expect, but her eyes only concern. It was not uncommon for the blond to make noise in his sleep, during nightmares. Sometimes quite a bit. But this had been…too much. Too loud, too angry, almost feral.

The dragon slayer spared her a glance, smoke curling upward; the cigar held between his teeth added a peculiar buzz to his words, the deep rumble of his voice joining it for a rather strange effect, all told.

"I was, too."

The simple admission caught all three off-guard a moment, a glance shared. He always downplayed, if he even admitted to the nightmare happening in the first place. He never just…said it so plainly, as if it was as mundane as the weather outside. He seemed to be studying their reactions, scrutinizing each of them in turn. Apparently satisfied with whatever he found -- or perhaps he'd just found something he was searching for -- his eyes returned to the city below after a time, once again content with the silence. He'd not once moved save his eyes since they'd joined him on the balcony, and even now adjusted his cigar with his teeth instead of reaching up. Had he moved them, they had no doubt his hands would be trembling. Possibly yet surrounded by his magic.

"…need an ear?" Bixlow offered, in his usual way. Tone kept light, but voice quiet. Hesitant to break the silence but knowing someone needed to. Laxus huffed a sigh through his nose, sending smoke in all directions.

"…nah. I'll be fine." Something warm lurked at the back of his throat as he said it -- it wasn't his usual attempts to get the subject to change. He truly believed it. The warmth reached his eyes, as well, though they remained fixed elsewhere. Bixlow nodded, gently nudging the blond's shoulder (bravely facing the static that was inevitable without a sound). "If ya need us, holler. Just try to use your words; we've had enough heart attacks tonight." He started to head for the door, Evergreen moving to follow, when the lightning mage spoke up again, barely half the volume of before.

"…stay. If you want."

[resolvebound]

Natsu, frowning loudly, “Don’t look at my mcl, Gray.”

“I’m not.”

He let out an irritated huff, frustration apparent in the cold mist of his breath as it left him. Denial had his eyes glaring away from Natsu, lower lip sticking out slightly.

And yet…okay, maybe he had been looking at the mcl. Just glancing really.

His own device took his attention then. A purple Nebula2 model ( his…third? was it? ). A crack in the corner of the screen had already spread, webbing outwards across the upper section and reminding him of fractured ice. He’d accidentally dropped the damn thing ( on its very second day of being in his possession, no less ) and it’d had the indecency to break. To its credit, he supposed, it did still ( mostly ) work and hadn’t had too many issues.

Typically, he was someone who took good care of his own belongings. His sculpting tools and other art supplies were always well looked after, as were his favourite books. His mcl, however…well, it seemed to be particularly accident prone ( and sometimes became the unwilling victim of his frustration at times too ). It was strange.

Natsu surely had a different type of mcl. That was the only explanation for how it still seemed to be in such good condition.

“...How long’ve you had that thing anyway? Which type is it?”