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sweeneydino · 10 months ago

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*BIG INHALE* Hi! I’ve been rotating the Spikeangelo au in my brain for a while, and things might get incomprehensible real quick. Not all questions, some just comments... 90% of this is just musing as the train of thought jumps rails and causes massive casualties; no need to answer all if you chose to answer any.

1. The fact that Master Splinter lets Titan live with them BEFORE he knows that he’s a version of Mikey, even after the attempted murder… man will look at a mutated turtle, ask, “Is anyone going to adopt that?” and not wait for an answer.

2. In Turtle Temper, Splinter says, “Spike, chew on your leaf if you are in the mood for a story”. Ronin has a choice here: pest Raph by eating, or troll Splinter by not. What choice would he make?

3. It seems like during the Slash and Destroy episode, Titan already had his outfit. If so… where did he get the clothes? The little turtles don’t really wear anything (and their clothes would be much smaller), so unless Splinter has a secret goth wardrobe, the only thing I can think of is that Raph is Very Optimistic about how tall he’s going to get, and has stockpiled clothes accordingly.

4. A while back you mentioned Titan “chewing [Shredder] out” after Shredder kills Splinter during the Triceraton invasion. The image you drew made it look like a tirade, but the first thing that came to mind for me was… more along the lines of using Shredder as a dog toy.

5. You said that after Slash and Destroy, Titan hides for a while out of shame. When does he rejoin the others? Before the invasion, *during* the invasion, after? Does he join the farmhouse arc, or does he do as canon Slash does and defend NYC while the rest of the turtles are gone?

Ah... there's a very long part six that's just about the ghosts... I don't think I'll be bothering you with that today.

When I see these types of asks, I can never control the squeal that comes out of my mouth. I love detailed analyses about my aus

I also love completing things, so let's do them all!

1) Yep! Idk whats with the Splinters, but if it's turtle-shaped and needs a home, well say no more!

When Spike turned to Titan, Splinter already sensed something off with him, something more familiar than a family pet, but he would never figure out why until their lair is attacked by the kraang at the start of the invasion.

It's hard not to realize that your son's former pet knows moves (and shows a strange amount of wisdom) that you're 90% sure you never taught or shown to any of your sons.

I think he's still upset about the pizza. Or Raph's anger.

3)Dumpster diving?

I'll be honest, I forgot to write it down... So we will stick to this simple solution for now🗿

Okay, well... Shredder ALMOST became a dog toy. Let's just say that (this will totally not be a future comic)

5) He reunites with them after the newtralizer arc! After a little convincing ofc

When the invasion begins, he's with Splinter and Leatherhead, having defended their home and now searching for the turtles. They find Shredder after they exit the sewer, and Titan isn't too pleased to see the old bastard, attacking him in a rage once he hears about Leo's possible "demise."

Unfortunately, when he gains the upper hand, Titan is the one caught off guard and knocked into the machine, crushed by the pipes.

Before Shredder could really begin his usual evil monologue, he becomes distracted with Leatherhead, allowing Splinter to check on Titan and help him out of the pile of metal. Despite the likelihood of having a huge bruise on his ribs, he'd be fine. Even better if he could get rid of all their issues right there in front of him.

The one wrestling an alligator. And somehow winning.

And when he sees that devil in that all too familiar armor toss leatherhead into the pit, he's all too ready to kill him.

Yet he can't. Because He's not the only one wanting to prevent the past from happening again.

Splinter sends him away to find his sons, Titan's brothers - well, sorta - and even if he wants to bring Oroku Saki, the worse pain imaginable, he's more concerned if they are okay.

...

Okay, well, if the rest of them are okay

COUGH COUGH.

He'd find them, with him.

And uh. I think Leo's perfectly fine.

So when they decided to leave for April's farmhouse, he stayed in the city to search for Splinter and the other Mutanimals after leaving Leo with the others.

Maybe he sees himself as a burden.

Then the rest you make up on the way 👍 /j

This was very fun! Maybe I should just write paragraphs or smol little chapters with much more detail and flow🤔

Nah, I'll just draw.

Can't wait for the looooooooooonnngggg part six :D

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lousypotatoes · 7 months ago

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And I'm Ready For Love

Song Recommendation:

All Alone - Al Jolson

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

90 years ago...

The flower shop had mostly been today, only a few customers coming in.

All throughout the day, Y/N waited patiently for Alastor to show up. Alastor never showed up at a specific time, he just showed up a random time.

As the shop was ten minutes away from closing, Y/N was starting to feel sad. Since they met at her shop, he hadn't missed a single day.

"Maybe he's just busy," Y/N muttered to herself. "I'll see him tonight, so it's fine."

As she started to close up the shop, her heart began to pound rapidly, despite the date not being three hours away.

She started walking home as fast as she could, wanting to get home and get ready. She already had her outfit picked out and she had an idea of how she wanted to do her makeup and her hair, but she knew that she was going to make some changes.

Y/N got home and immediately went into her bedroom, after giving Honey a quick pet, of course.

She got rid of her work clothes and put on her dress, admiring the way the dress hugged tightly around her body and showing off her curves. She picked out this dress because it was red, and she knew that red was Alastor's favorite color.

Moving on to her makeup, she started applying her blush when she noticed her hands were trembling. Y/N didn't realize how nervous she was until now. Taking deep breaths, she attempted to calm herself down. When she did, she finished applying her blush and moved on to her mascara.

Looking at the clock on the wall, her eyes widened, seeing she only had forty-five minutes left to get ready.

'How did the time go by that fast?' Y/N thought, grabbing her curling iron.

As fast as she could, she curled her H/C hair, concentrating hard not to burn her fingers.

At last, Y/N finished getting ready, with five minutes left to spare. Going out in the living room, she put on her gloves and her heels and waited patiently in the living room.

As she waited, she got to thinking. It had been a while since Y/N had been on a real date. The only dates she had been on were with targets, who people had hired her to kill. And obviously, Y/N wasn't going to kill Alastor. She really hoped that it would go well.

A knock at the door and the sound of Honey barking interrupted her thoughts.

"Oh dear," she muttered, getting up from the couch, walking over to answer the door.

"Alastor!" she said, opening the door. "You've arrived right on time!"

"Well, it would of be impolite of me to show up late," Alastor said, handing Y/N a bouquet of Daisies. "These are for you, my dear."

A genuine smile placed itself on Y/N's lips. Alastor quite liked the sight of it.

"Oh, you remembered," she said in awe. "Thank you so much, Alastor."

"There's no need to thank me," Alastor waved off. "I knew you would like them."

"Oh, where are my manners," Y/N said, stepping aside. "Please, come in while I find a vase for these flowers."

"Thank you, dear,"

Alastor stepped inside, admiring the her house while Y/N looked for a vase.

Looking around, Alastor's eyes landed on Honey, who was staring at him, growling.

"Oh, who is this little creature?" Alastor asked.

"That's Honey," Y/N said, finally finding a vase. "She's friendly. Feel free to pet her if you want."

Alastor sat down on her couch, Honey immediately dropped the 'tough guy' act and crawled onto his lap.

"You're a charming little thing, aren't you?" Alastor cooed, scratching Honey behind the ears.

Y/N smiled at the interaction, as she put the flowers and some water in the vase. "I've had her since she was a pup," she explained. "She'll be turnin' eleven in a few weeks."

"Eleven years old?" Alastor said, surprised. "She doesn't have a single gray hair on her body."

"I get that response all the time," she giggled. "Ready to hit the road, Al?"

"If you are, then yes," Alastor said, removing Honey from his lap.

"Goodbye, my love," Y/N cooed, patting Honey on the head. "I'll be home later tonight.

Alastor grinned, seeing how much you she adored and loved her dog. While he was looking, his eyes began to wander, not in a sexual way, but in 'oh my goodness she looks so gorgeous,' way. The way the light of the room made the dress look even more beautiful.

"Beautiful," Alastor muttered.

"What was that?"

"I forgot to mention," Alastor cleared his throat. "You look positively radiant, my dear."

Y/N hoped that the darkness of the night sky would hide her blush. "Thank you, Alastor. You don't look that bad yourself."

"The means the world coming from you dear," he chuckled.

"Where exactly are you takin' me?" Y/N asked, curiously.

"Well, since I invited for a drink," he said. "It's only natural that I'm taking you to a bar."

Y/N blushed, feeling embarrassed for asking such a stupid question. "I apologize for askin' such a simple question," she laughed awkwardly.

"There's no need to apologize, dear," Alastor said, smiling. "I found it quite adorable, actually."

"You sure do have a way with words, don't you?" she rolled in her eyes in a playful way.

"That depends," he said. "Is it working?"

"Maybe,"

Alastor grinned at the two of them flirting.

"We should be arriving in a few minutes," Alastor said, looking at his watch. "I hope it hasn't been too much of a walk for you."

"I've walked around New Orleans more time than I can count," Y/N frowned, crossing her arms. "I reckon I'll be fine."

"I didn't mean any offense," Alastor said at once, seeing the frown on her face. "I just wasn't certain if you were used to walking or not, my apologies for any misunderstanding."

"It's fine, Al," she said. "At least you had the decency to apologize. Most men just think I'm a delicate little flower."

"Any sensible man would be daft to perceive you in that way, my dear," he said as the two of them approached the bar. "We're here by the way."

"Really?" Y/N gasped in fake surprise. "I didn't know that."

Alastor smirked. "Just making sure your eyes are in working condition, dear"

"I reckon my eyesight is better than yours," she laughed as they headed into the bar.

Looking around the place, Y/N saw that it just looked like a regular bar, just a little bit cleaner than the ones she as so used to. There were people drinking, dancing, and socializing with their friends or dates.

"You come here often?" Y/N asked as they walked over to the bar.

"As often as I can," Alastor said. "A very good friend of mine actually owns the place."

"What can I fetch for you, ma'am?" the bartender asked, wiping down the bar surface.

"Just a spot of whiskey would be nice, thank you kindly."

"And for you, sir?" the bartender asked Alastor.

"I'll have what she's having."

"Coming right up,"

"I didn't know you drank whiskey," he said as the bartender began pouring the drink.

"Ah, well," Y/N said as the bartender gave them their drinks. "I am full of mysteries."

"And I look forward to uncovering each one," he said as he sipped on his whiskey. Y/N almost choked on her drink.

Just as Alastor was about to pay, a voice distracted him.

"Alastor! I can't believe you didn't say hi to little ol' me!"

Looking over Alastor's shoulder, Y/N saw a short, blonde, and plump woman wearing a flapper dress walking towards them.

"Mimzy!" Alastor exclaimed. "I didn't know you'd be working this evening!"

"Yeah well, some bitch decided to quit, so now I'm stuck takin' over her shift," she said, eyes landing on Y/N. "Oooooh, is this Y/N?"

Alastor immediately felt his face flush, forgetting that he talked a lot of Y/N to Mimzy. He cleared his throat. "Yes indeed!" he said. "Y/N this here's Mimzy, the close friend I was just telling you about."

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mimzy," Y/N said, offering her hand for Mimzy to shake.

"The pleasure's all mine, doll," Mimzy said, eagerly shaking Y/N's hand. "Any pal of Alastor's is a friend of mine!"

Y/N looked up at Alastor with a smug grin knowing that he talked about to her Mimzy. She was sure gonna tease him about it later.

"You didn't tell me she was so fetchin', Al," Mimzy said, nudging Alastor in the ribs. "Where have you been hidin', sweetie?"

"In my floral shop," Y/N laughed awkwardly, not really knowing what to say. Since Mimzy was one of Alastor's close friends, she wanted to make a good first impression on her but didn't know.

"Alastor's always praisin' you, ya know?" Mimzy said, making Y/N blush, glancing up at Alastor again, she saw he was also blushing "Talkin' 'bout your shop, your wit, your looks-"

"I think that's enough, Mimzy," Alastor said suddenly. "Now if you'll excuse us, Y/N and I would like to carry on with our evening."

"Sorry, I didn't realize I was talkin' too much," Mimzy waved off. "I've got some business to attend to anywho. The drinks are on the house for you two the rest of the night." she said, walking off.

"Sorry about her," Alastor grumbled. "She can be a tad overwhelming at times."

"No need for apologies," Y/N giggled. "I quite liked talking to her.

Alastor's frown turned into a grin. "Well, I'm glad! I was hoping you two would hit it off!"

"So," Y/N said, sipping on her whiskey. "Exactly how much do you talk about me, Al?"

Alastor choked on his drink. "You-You heard that?"

"It was kind of hard not to hear,"

"This is quite embarrassing," Alastor said, flustered, pulling on the collar of his shirt while Y/N giggled. "Care to dance?"

"Why of course,"

There were fifteen minutes left until the bar closed. Almost everyone else had gone home, but not Y/N and Al. In those five hours they were there, they had rotated between drinking at the bar and dancing on the dance floor.

The two of them were currently sitting on a couch by the dance floor.

"How are you not drunk?" Y/N asked, taking a drag off her cigarette. "You've knocked back at least five shots of whiskey."

"I've got quite the alcohol tolerance," Alastor said, blowing out some smoke. "What about you, dear? You've downed just as much whiskey as I have."

"Same as you," Y/N said, putting out her cigarette. "But I reckon my tolerance might just be higher than yours."

"Is that a challenge?"

"Maybe,"

"Ah, perhaps another time, seeing as the bar is about to close," he said, also putting out his cigarette. "Care for one last dance?" he said, offering his hand for her to take.

"Why not?" Y/N said, taking his hand, letting him lead her to the dance floor.

As soon as they started dancing, the previous song ended and Singin' In The Rain started playing.

"What a stroke of luck!" Alastor said as the two of them swayed. "Your favorite tune is playing!"

"Looks like luck's on my side then," Isabell giggled, letting Alastor dip her. "Thanks for takin' me out tonight, Al. I'm havin' a real good time."

"I'm enjoying myself too, dear," he smiled. "If anything, I should be thanking you for accepting my invitation."

The two of them remained quiet for the rest of the song, enjoying each other's presence. After the song ended, Mimzy kicked them out of the bar since it was closing, and Alastor walked Y/N home.

"Y'know, you didn't have to walk me home," Y/N said as they walked out of the bar. "I ain't far from here."

"It's no trouble at all," Alastor waved off. "Besides, I don't live too far from you anyway."

"Are you sure?" Y/N asked, worried. "I wouldn't want you to have to walk by yourself all by yourself in the middle of the night."

"Your kind to be concerned, Y/N," he said in a soft voice. "But I assure you, I'll be just fine."

"Alright," she said. "Thank you for walkin' me home, by the way."

"It's no trouble at all, really," he laughed lightly. "Just dawned on me, that was the first time we've talked outside the flower shop."

"I didn't even think about that," Y/N chuckled. "Guess I got too caught up in tonight's excitement."

"If you're up for it," Alastor said, looking down at her, blushing. "Perhaps we could start meeting up outside the flower shop more?"

Y/N's face was on fire. She had hoped he would ask that but didn't actually prepare herself for when he asked that question. "I'd like that a lot," she said, looking up at him.

"Excellent!" he grinned as they reached Y/N's front porch. "My broadcast tomorrow is around 2. If you're free, would you like to grab some lunch with me?"

"Yeah, I'd love too," she said, a cheesy grin on her face. "My lunch break is around noon, we can go then if that works for you."

"Thats perfect! I'll meet you at the flower shop at noon." Alastor said, taking Y/N's hand in his. "Sleep well, my dear, and once again, thank you for agreeing to spend the evening with me."

He brought her knuckles to his lips and kissed them softly.

"Good night, Y/N,"

"Good night, Alastor"

sorry that it took me a little bit to upload 😭

i'll try to get the next chapter uploaded tomorrow to make it up to ya'll i promise

stay safe and drinks lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

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wheezyseeker99 · 27 days ago

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Mine: Part 2

Warnings: pining, pda, alcohol consumption, swearing, teasing, p in v, idk he wants to breed too 🤷‍♀️

18+, MDNI

Summary: continued from part 1 but it’s his pov now

A/N: happy opening day to the flyers for those who celebrate!!

Link to part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/wheezyseeker99/762379105136181248/mine-part-1

When I left y/n’s room I wasn’t expecting my family to be back home. Mom and Courtney are bringing in groceries and my dad just pulled into the driveway with my grandparents in the car. I make my way to the pool house where my stuff has been moved to over the years. It’s turned into the place I stay when I’m home. I look at the clock and mentally curse myself for not realizing how much time had passed while y/n and I were messing around.

Y/n.

She’s going to kill me one of these days. I can’t believe I had the balls to finally drop the wall that I placed with her years ago. She’s been my sister’s best friend for as long as I’ve known her. I remember the first time I realized that I wanted to kiss her. Years ago when she came to check on me after I broke my leg playing hockey. Then it stemmed into wanting her more every time I saw her, even if I haven’t been around as often in the past few years. It should be wrong to feel that way, but it didn’t when my lips met hers.

And little did I know that I’d get her into the guest room she’s staying in not even 5 minutes after kissing her for the first time. I couldn’t stop myself when I saw her in the kitchen today. We had never been left alone before and it was the perfect time to do it.

My head is still swimming from the experience. Y/n shocked me. The sweet, innocent girl I once knew turned into the sexiest woman to ever exist.

After the quickest shower I’ve ever taken, I change clothes and go back to y/n’s room to find the door open. My sister rummaging through my girl’s clothes and y/n is standing next to her wearing a robe. Her gaze meets mine as I stand in the doorway. She gives me a crooked smile and shrugs. Courtney’s eyes find me and her eyebrows raise before she looks between me and her best friend.

“Cam! Stop being a perv. We’re trying to find an outfit for y/n tonight. Go away.”

“Maybe y/n wanted my opinion Court,” I shrug and walk into the room. “You like my opinions, don’t you?”

Y/n bites her lip and looks away from me. I wish I could walk over and bite her lip for her. Fuck, I’m starting to feel my shorts tighten again. I can’t get enough of her.

“He can stay if he wants. Anyways, I think the blue bikini with the shorts isn’t a bad idea. I can wear a tshirt over it until it’s swimming time.”

I trail my eyes her robed figure as I sit back on the bed. I know she’s naked underneath it, and I smirk at the thought. God, imagine her body in that bikini. It’s going to be so hard not to touch her. It’s already hard not to touch her right now in front of my sister.

“You should wear the coverup instead of the tshirt,” Courtney comments and holds up the piece of clothing. “It’ll be easier to take on and off when we get in the pool.”

“Or,” I chime in, “y/n could just wear the bikini. She can show off her tan.”

Y/n’s glare bore into me and my sister’s head whips in my direction with startled eyes. I’m being set on fire by both of their gazes but I don’t care. I want to push their buttons right now. I could’ve had my mouth between y/n’s legs, but instead I’m having to watch her pick out clothes that I want to take off of her.

“Stop being inappropriate or I’ll grab you by your ear and drag you out of here Cameron,” Courtney glares and turns back around to face y/n.

My girl’s eyes are still on me though. The expression she’s wearing tells me she’s thinking similar thoughts to mine. I wish I could reach over and pull her on top of me right now. I could keep her in this room all night if she let me, but we can’t tonight. I lean back and stretch my legs out in front of me, continuing the staring contest. I shoot her a wink for good measure.

Yeah baby, look at me like that. I know you want me.

She clears her throat and takes the clothes from Courtney’s hands.

“I’m going to go change in the bathroom,” she says and walks towards her ensuite. Once she closes the door, Courtney turns towards me before heading to the bedroom door.

“I don’t know what you’re doing, but stop being weird.”

“Sure thing sis.”

Court gives me a weird look and closes the door behind her. I take the opportunity to lock it and walk to the ensuite, letting myself in without knocking. Once I enter the room, y/n is tying the bikini top and I can’t help but groan at the sight. I place my hands on her hips and kiss from her shoulder to her ear.

“God baby. How can we keep this quiet if you’re looking like this?”

Her body shudders under my touch and I smirk against her skin, kissing down her neck again. I love how her body reacts to me. My hands smooth down her curves and slide underneath the waistband of her shorts. Feels so intimate to touch her like this.

I look up and her eyes meet mine in the mirror. I think I made her mute because her mouth is ajar but nothing is coming out. Her hand comes up and she glides her fingers through my hair. It feels so good when she touches me too. I really don’t know how we’re going to survive tonight.

“What is it y/n?”

“Just making sure you’re real.”

I laugh.

“I’m real and so are you,” I tell her and sit my head on top of hers, “how are we going to do this? I don’t think I can keep my hands off of you.”

“I think Court is already onto us, but I want to see if you can keep your hands to yourself,” she smiles and puts her hands on top of mine, “seems fun.”

I pinch her side playfully.

“I bet my whole family is going to know by the first hour.”

“I say two hours,” y/n laughs, “ and if I win, I sleep in the pool house with you tonight.”

“We’re actually betting on this?”

Y/n nods her head and tilts her head to look me in the eyes. Her gaze trails down my face to my lips.

“Okay so if I win, we skinny dip in the pool when everyone is gone. Fair?”

“I’ll take that bet,” she says and pecks my lips.

“Alright, You’re on baby.”

It’s been a little over an hour into the party and every time I get close enough to touch y/n, she is out of my reach again. I knew she wanted to win the bet, but damn. It’s frustrating not to touch her. I stare at her as she swims through the pool with my sister. The dark blue bikini isn’t helping the frustrations whatsoever. She looks beautiful like this. Her smile is bright when she laughs at something Courtney says.

My mom hands them both a bottle of wine as they sit on the edge of the pool, and that’s when I know everything is going to head south for y/n’s little plan to ignore me. She takes sips from the bottle and I tuned out my dad’s chatter to focus on her. I have already completely dialed in when she finally realizes that I’ve been looking at her. She adjusts her bikini top and sends me a wink before taking another long swig from the bottle. Fuck, she didn’t even need to adjust it, her boobs already looked perfect.

I mouth ‘stop teasing me’ to her, but she just smiles and shrugs. It’s not fair the way she can look like this and not allow me to touch her. I glance down at my phone to check the time for the billionth time. Finally, it’s been exactly 2 hours since we made the bet. I don’t hesitate when I whip off my shirt and make my way towards her. I don’t care that she’s won. I just want to touch her. I want to claim her.

“You won,” I tell her as I sit down and ease my body into the pool. I make my way between her legs and take the bottle from her hands. Y/n’s arms settle on my shoulders. Her body is warm, most likely from the alcohol she just consumed. She leans into me and looks between my eyes and my lips.

“I know I did, but I planned on sleeping with you tonight regardless of the bet.”

I hum in response, tucking strands of hair out of her face. I like the thought of her in my bed. In any bed with me. Naked preferably. My sister swims over next to me and picks up her bottle at the wrong time. I’m thinking about fucking her best friend right here, right now. I mentally thank god that I’m in the water and it’s hiding the erection that’s attempting to bust out of my shorts. I’m giving up on keeping this a secret. We might not know the logistics of what this is yet, but she’s mine.

“What’s this?” Courtney asks while taking a drink.

“I’m taking your best friend away,” I state and press a kiss to y/n’s temple, “she’s mine now so you have to share.”

Court’s eyebrows shoot up and she points a finger between y/n and I, “finally, you two are doing this?”

“What do you mean ‘finally’? You knew he liked me?” Y/n scrubs her hand over her face, “you could’ve let me know earlier.”

“I was waiting for him to man up. Good job, Cam. Don’t fuck it up.”

She gets out of the pool and walks way, leaving me and y/n alone. I pull her towards me and kiss along her jaw before claiming her lips. I groan into the kiss, craving more of her. Once I feel the need to pull away, she tugs the ends of my hair. It’s over for me. I feel my erection straining inside my swimming trunks.

“Let’s tell everyone goodnight early and go to the pool house baby,” I mumble against her lips.

Closing the door behind us, I back her onto my bed and immediately pull at her clothes. I’m not wasting anymore time. I need her now or I might bust before I can get out of my own clothes.

“I’ve wanted to see you like this all night.”

“You know you could do more than just look Cam.”

I drop to my knees next to the bed and pull her legs open. I kiss up her thigh, feeling the goosebumps spread along the warm skin. It feels like a reward to be in this position.

“Fuck, I feel lucky baby. You know why?” I ask her.

“Why?”

“I get to be the one to do these things with you. Like kiss your skin and be down on my knees for you,” I kiss her and push her shoulder so she’s laying flat on the bed, “I get to claim you in all the ways you allow me.”

“God Cam. You can claim me in any way you think of if you’re going to talk to me like that,” y/n breathes out. I see the rise and fall of her chest and feel a sense of pride. She’s more than flustered at this point.

“I intend to y/n. You’re mine,” I tell her. “Tell me what you need. Want me to fill your wet pussy, huh? Stuff you full that you can barely breathe once I’m done with you?”

“Please.”

She tugs me down onto her and slams her mouth onto mine, freeing me from my swimming trunks. Her hand grasps my dick and I feel my muscles tense. My eyes flutter closed as I take her nipple into my mouth, sucking gently at the stiffening peak. I can’t stop my hips from thrusting into her fist.

“Fuck y/n,” I groan, “baby I need to get inside you or I won’t last.”

“Need you in me Cam. Please,” she whines.

I’m already obsessed with the noises she makes, but the way the begs me might be my favorite thing in the universe. I guide my dick to her wetness, feeling how perfect we fit together. It’s intoxicating. All of her is intoxicating. I bury myself inside her without hesitation and I mutter every curse word I can think of under my breath. Nothing compares to this feeling.

“God Cam. I can feel you everywhere.”

“You were made to feel me,” I say into her ear, “you’re made for me. Mine. Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours forever.”

Y/n moans and throws her head back into the bed, exposing the length of her neck to me. I press my mouth back to her skin, biting down as I thrust into her. I grab her neck and drag her mouth to mine. I fuse our mouths together as my hips met hers. She clenches around me and thrashed below me. I reach down and circle her clit with my thumb.

“Cam I can’t. I need to-” y/n chokes out.

“That’s right. Give me everything.”

I watch as she comes undone. Her head tossed back and her eyes squeezed shut. She came around my cock, giving me everything I could ever ask for. The feeling caused me to halt deep inside y/n and paint her insides with my own orgasm. I nuzzle my head into her neck and suck a mark into the flushed skin as I feel her pussy drink up my cum.

Now I’m addicted to her.

I pull my mouth away from her neck to lay down and tug her body into mine. I feel her breathing starting to slow, telling me she’s dozing off. The orgasm aftershock settles in my body, sending my body into a sated state. Yet there’s something about knowing that we’re falling asleep with my cum dripping out of her that’s making me feel feral. I lean over her and press one last, longing kiss to her pouty lips. I will never get enough of her.

“You’ve ruined me for anyone else Cam. Hope you know that.”

“That was the idea, baby. You’re mine.”

#cam york smut #cam york x reader #cam york #camyork #cam york fic #nhl fics #nhl imagine

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(slight spoilers for Book 7, tho i take it a lot of us have seen Hornton's overblot form + mama Draconia's design at this point lmao. also i'm calling her Draconimom until we get a confirmed eng spelling for her name)

Overblot mask analysis – Malleus + Dark Mirror v2

it's probably been brought up already but i'm gonna be annoyed w/ myself if i leave overblot hornton out of my overblot mask analyses, it's pretty straightforward overall but STILL

Similar to Vil, the main body of Malleus' mask takes on the shape of a cowl, echoing that of Maleficent's own headgear. This widow's peak-esque shape was already present in the design of Malleus' forehead scales (which aren't normally visible), but the mask better emulates Maleficent by bringing the point down closer to the brow line.

The central V of the mask has a fiery exterior trim; on closer inspection, the "flames" appear to be made solely of shapes based on Malleus' (and Maleficent's) horns. In comparison, the motifs on the further edges of the mask seem to be just basic fire patterns.

Arcs of spikes & scales make up both the interior trim of the mask and the portion connecting to Malleus' eyes. These directly mimic the spines and purple underbelly of Maleficent's dragon form. (The scales on his cheekbones don't correlate to any part of Maleficent's face, humanoid or dragon, and are likely there just to complement this part of the mask.)

Of note is the spiked line extending from the peak of the mask down over Malleus' nasal bone. Rather than representing part of Maleficent's face design, it appears to take after a different source–

–the main body of the mask is literally his mom's crown. which hurts a bit! own it tho ig, like hey if he's gonna be under so much pressure due to being prince then he might as well get an overblot mask to represent that. "heavy is the head that wears the crown," etc

Anyway this is like a field day for me bc Draconimom's design is literally so fantastic to analyze. I'm getting hit with the urge to make diagrams. Do u realize how rarely this happens

1. The horns? The horns. I don't think I have to go over this one again. However, the little bumps near the horns on the mask could signify the two…ear guards(?) of the crown.

2. The upper two curved prongs lined w/ dots and spikes on the Dark Mirror's mask match up strikingly well with Draconimom's pauldrons! The lower two prongs bend in the opposite direction, and seem to be there just to balance out the top pair.

3. Like the tattered edges of Maleficent's robes, the lacy edges of her cape could easily be compared to the fiery edges on the upper half of the mask. Comparatively, the frills along the bottom of the mask are distinctly rounder and less flame-like, which matches up well with the softer, almost fluffy-looking edges of Draconimom's skirt. The netting on the mask could then, logically, represent the fabric of the cape/skirt as though they're being dramatically flared out.

(Off-topic, but: if you look closely at the lace cape, you'll see roses worked into the design! This isn't part of the analysis, I just think it's neat owo)

4. Just under the mask's central 4-pointed star, there are 2 small extrusions on each side. These bear an uncanny resemblance to the 2 main lines used in the flow of the embellishments on Draconimom's bodice(?), with the upper one curling upwards while the lower one is just slightly curved.

5. I cannot stress this enough. I'm putting this in image format just so you can see how much I'm not joking. The central line of the mask is not just repeatedly utilized in Draconimom's outfit, it's literally integral to her overall character design. (It's a little hard to see due to her default pose unfortunately, as it interrupts the linear flow)

tl;dr get in losers we're getting hornton's mom out of that mirror

#YES this is basic design analysis but i can't go into the twst tag rn w/o seeing More Spoilers so i'm trying to amuse myself #there are a lot more instances of the central line of the mask in Draconimom's design but those 4 are the biggest examples #twst #twisted wonderland #diasomnia spoilers #twst chapter 7 spoilers #twst meta #dark mirror #malleus draconia #twisted rambling

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kpopjamstick · 2 years ago

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Seventeen reaction saw you wearing a hot outfit in a party and some boys start to flirt with you

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Hey Chingu, thank you sooo much for your request, i hope that you like it.... I'm sorry but idk why it gets funny and funny with each member 😂😂😂😂.

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1. Takes away the partner

#Scoups: His gaze will grow darker as he will pull you closer to him in front of that guy, just to let him know that you're already taken. Then he'll probably whisper into your ear that "So this is why you're all dressed up huh?" And then take care of your sexiness in the car.

#Woozi: literally drags you out of the party and he will be so mad yet pouty at the same time that you can't help but giggle… then he'll be like "what's so funny about it huh? I told you to stay away from boys!!!!" He probably won't even notice how sexy you look in that dress cause he is so mad right now!

#Dino: "Babe I was looking for you everywhere" he'll say while kissing you and giving a judgmental look to that guy. Then he will walk away with you but then you'll notice his unusual behavior and quickly catch up with the reason because 'his problem' is very much evident through his pants.

2. Gives a sassy answer

#Jeonghan: This MF will probably say something like "ain't she really sexy" while holding your hand and kissing it and then whisper to your ear like "you're tryna tease me babe? I can't wait for us to get back home".

#The8:- This guy is very refined but when it comes to you he'll probably shout at the guy like "tf you're looking at? Ik my babe is pretty" with that mean look on his face.

#Jun: He'll probably start flirting with the guy to make him taste his own medicine 😂 he'll be like "Want me to get you some drink" while winking at that guy as you could barely control your laughter.

#Seungkwan: he'll look at you and say "baby what are you doing here? You forgot? Stranger danger".... Yes he will say this in front of the person leaving him astonished.

3. Literally kills the person (if looks could kill)

#Wonwoo: This man will stare the shit out of the person…that guy gotta have guts to flirt under this man's gaze. Wonwoo will probably never confront you about this but he'll be super jealous.

#Mingyu: You probably won't even realize that someone is flirting with you, until you notice Mingyu giving death glares. "Baby, you ok?" You may ask this out of concern but that question will just turn him on (As if he wasn't enough already).

4. Will be jealous but won't say anything publicly

#Joshua: IDK but I honestly think he is the type to hit the guy with the holy Bible and then baptize you for like a month??? Just kidding though…he might really get jealous but probably just ignore thinking what if he is being possessive.

#Dk: This guy might try to distract you by cracking a few bad jokes but in reality he is super disappointed….like why are you even letting some other guy near you when he is right there!!!! I swear this baby boy will cry afterwards 🥺😭

5. Doesn't care, only there for food

#Vernon: We all know our awkward king but trust me he got his priorities sorted. You are probably trying to rile him up by wearing that sexy dress…but do he care? Well at least not in front of his favorite dish. 😂😂

#Hoshi: You'll get yourself into big trouble while trying to tease him with someone other guy tryna flirt ya…because his mouth will be all stuffed and full with food 😂😂😂 Thankfully you don't gotta pay bills at parties (y he's so cuteee though 😭🥺)

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teddi-bearly · 8 months ago

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Rating Klinger Outfits on Flamboyance Because I’m Bored: Part 1

This is in no way an exhaustive list, nor is it meant to imply any of Klinger’s outfits are not fabulous. Because they are. It’s more of an excuse to talk about Klinger’s outfits and how much I love them. Also I don’t have any fashion training whatsoever, so this is just for fun.

I’m going to do a part 2 because I don’t want this to be giant and it already is pretty big

Anyway

one of the ones I see the most often

Iconic

The pose. The sass. Amazing

Honestly one of his more practical outfits

I love any outfits where Klinger has flowers in his hair argue with the wall

I’d wear that to a spring picnic

6/10 the flowers in the hair give it more points, but overall I think I’d see a woman wearing that at church on Easter Sunday

MORE FLOWER

And the fur coat? The ring? THE FEATHER?

Right this way madam

Stunning

I don’t think I’d wear this though, red may be Klinger’s color but it is sadly not mine

And the pose? He’s such a ham and I love him for it

11/10

Scarlett O’Hara who???

The yellow is lovely

And the parasol?? Incredible

And the gloves? And the hat?

It’s so much it’s so much

The hoop skirt? WHERE DID HE GET A HOOP SKIRT

It’s giving rich southern belle

1000000/10

The tiara is beautiful and so is the dress

Very similar to the first one though, but feels more like evening wear while the other one is church wear

The mink? (I think it’s mink??) Lovely

He looks like a princess who is undercover and trying not to be recognized as the princess but is failing

8/10 gains points because of the fur and tiara

Simple but nice

Looks like the kind of dress I would’ve worn to a middle school dance though I’m sorry

I love it though, and coupled with the army boots and helmet makes it much more unique

Also the low cut?? Ok I see you

7/10 because of the skirt volume

Again, red is such a great color on Klinger

Cute, not crazy but definitely cute

The blouse is my favorite part, it’s so cute

The hat pulls it all together I think

4/10 for flamboyance, the chances of me seeing someone wearing a similar outfit in the wild are decent

Another good spring outfit

The dress is pretty practical, and nice

It kinda reminds me of a hospital gown though

Which is topical

Klinger definitely slays every outfit he’s in, but I’m not actually super big on this one

It’s nice, but it doesn’t stick out to me

5/10, kinda looks like something a great aunt would wear

I just realized this dress is going to return in part 2

But it’s two different outfits technically and I have two different opinions

The fur coat definitely makes this one more flamboyant

Also I’m not gonna lie, that coat looks so comfy and warm like I want it

And the matching hat?? Incredible

His stance is also so powerful

Like ok gorgeous

8/10 solely because of the coat and hat

I know this isn’t a dress, but it’s a Klinger outfit

And you know what? I love it

He rocks dresses AND suits, what an icon

I want that hat

However? Not flamboyant at all

Business man core

1/10, the only reason it’s not a 0 is because the hat makes it a little unique for me

Carmen Miranda!! Yes!!

The sparkles? The red fur trim? THE HOOPS??

I wish we’d gotten more of this outfit it’s so amazing

Definitely not very practical though, especially the (incredible) fruit hat

Take it from someone who had to wear a fruit hat for theater, those things are SO top heavy

Very hard to secure, you constantly feel like it’s going to fall off

So props to Klinger

15/10 it’s so much and I love it

All images are from Pinterest

#m*a*s*h #mash tv #mash 4077 #max klinger #maxwell klinger #jamie farr #mashposting #corporal klinger

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gayautisticraccoon · 2 months ago

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15 questions, 15 people

I was tagged by @fr-wiwiw! Haven't done this before so thank you for that!

1. Are you named after anyone?

Nope!

2. When was the last time you cried?

Literally last night lol

I'm fine trust xD

3. Do you have kids?

No. Never even been in a relationship but also never want kids for various reasons

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Ye, probably a little too much. And due to the way I talk thanks to my tism people often don't realize I'm being sarcastic LOL makes for some very awkward moments sometimes but I'm trying to get better at that lol

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Not sure tbh! Probably the outfit and choices they made about their appearance like Tattoos and Piercings. I just love seeing peoples different styles

6. What's your eye colour?

Blue C:

7. Scary movie or happy ending?

I enjoy both but my silly little brain needs it's happy endings tbh, I'm already depressed enough as is LOL

8. Any special talents?

Not that I can think of tbh. I am a very average person LOL

9. Where were you born?

A small town in the North West of Germany ^^

10. What are your hobbies?

Gaming, watching movies/shows, reading fanfic, indulging in fan content in general, listening to music

11. Do you have pets?

Nope! I used to have a bunny and 7 mice though but haven't had any pets since then. I hope one day I can get a pet raccoon, I love them sm

12. What sports do you/have you played?

I don't exercise like at all (I know, I'm fat n lazy but I just cannot find any activity I enjoy, fight me). I used to do gymnastics back in elementary school and was in a tennis club during 6th grade but as I said, nothing ever really stuck with me. P.E. was my worst nightmare back in school

13. How tall are you?

173cm (5'7'' in freedom units I believe?)

14. Favourite subject in high school?

English 100%

15. Dream job?

Funny thing, this topic has been bugging me for a while. I never planned on making it past the age of 16 so here I am at the ripe age of 24 working in retail with no idea what to do with my future. I studied Media Design (so like Digital Art n stuff) but I can't see myself actually working in that field tbh, I mostly did it to not do nothing after graduating. My brain just shuts off as soon as it becomes mandatory to be creative. That and I don't think I'd be good enough for a proper job in the field. So yea, I'm just kinda rolling with it for now lol

I'm not sure who to tag so I'll just leave this open and say anyone who hasn't been tagged and wants to participate can join in on the fun!

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mimisempai · 6 months ago

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I'll find you at the end of the road - Chap 7/8

Chapter summary - First date?

Has the long-awaited moment arrived?

On Ao3

Rating G - 2627 words

Chap 1 - Chap 2 - Chap 3 - Chap 4 - Chap 5 - Chap 6 - Chap 7 - Last chapter

Crowley's apartment - 2024

I WANT TO MEET YOU!

FOR REAL THIS TIME!

Crowley turned the drawing over and saw that Aziraphale had added a few words.

Answer me after 6 pm, I'll be waiting by the mailbox.

Crowley looked at the clock, it was 4:10.

He grabbed his notepad and pencil and headed for the lake house.

Arriving a few minutes after 6 p.m., he went to the mailbox, scribbled quickly in his notebook, tore out the page, and after placing it in the box, raised the small flag.

The flag lowered almost immediately, telling him that Aziraphale was there and marking the beginning of another conversation punctuated by its movement.

Lake House - 2022 - 6:07pm

Aziraphale paced around the mailbox, avoiding looking at his watch every minute, wondering if he'd scared Crowley off with his request for a meeting.

What if Crowley didn't want to see him?

What if the correspondence was enough for him?

The flag suddenly rose, startling him.

With a shaking hand, he grabbed the small piece of paper from the box, read Crowley's reply, and then grabbed his pen.

C:How?

A:Pick a place. I'll be there. I promise. How about tomorrow?

C:That's not tomorrow for you. You'll have to wait two years.

A: I don't care. I'll wait. Meet me tomorrow at the restaurant of your choice and I'll be there. I'll be two years older, but I'll be there.

C:What will you do all the time?

A: Thinking about you. Restoring a lot of things, reading a lot of books, praying I don't lose my hair....

C:Are you sure?

A: I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I've lost so much time already. I don't want to waste any more with you.

Crowley suddenly felt almost dizzy.

He realized that Aziraphale had had two years to prepare for this date, while Crowley had less than twenty-four hours. He took a deep breath before closing the mailbox.

C: See you tomorrow night.

A: See you in two years. Where do you want to go?

The Ritz - 2022

Aziraphale entered the restaurant and was immediately greeted by a smiling hostess.

He smiled back and said softly, "Good Evening, I'd like to make a reservation for two."

She flipped through the reservation booklet before saying in an apologetic tone, "Well, I'm sorry, I'm afraid it's extremely difficult to get a reservation this time of year. I mean, it depends on when you want to dine here."

Aziraphale replied with an amused smile, "Two years from tomorrow. September 15, 2024."

The hostess blinked several times, then closed the book before replying with a broad smile, "We should be able to accommodate you, sir."

Crowley's apartment - September 15, 2024 - Morning

Crowley prepared to leave for work. He looked at the outfit he had prepared for this evening. He couldn't remember a time when he hadn't been this excited for a date.

In fact, he couldn't remember ever being this excited.

Rainbow Academie - September 15, 2024 - 5 p.m.

As he was packing up after his last class of the day and looking forward to the evening ahead, he was jolted from his reverie by Eric's arrival in the classroom.

His friend exclaimed, "Thank God you're still here."

"Of course."

Eric continued sheepishly, "I'm sorry, I know it's not your week, but could you take the detention I'm supposed to supervise? Muriel called me because they're not doing so well. You know, ever since they lost their friend, it's been a little difficult for them, and today is a bad day, and I'd like to be there for them..."

Crowley looked at his watch and sighed before replying, "Yes, I can, but one hour, no more. I've got a date."

Eric hugged him and replied, "Thank you, thank you! I promise, it's just an hour, no more. But I want to hear all about this date tomorrow, okay?"

Crowley shook his head and chuckled, "Okay, okay, go meet Muriel! It's important to be with your loved ones when they need you."

Before he left, Eric threw over his shoulder, "I don't know who that is, but I've never seen you smile like that, Crowley, and it suits you! Bye!"

He was gone before Crowley had time to answer.

A little over an hour later, he was walking briskly to his apartment. He entered hurriedly, ran into the room and undressed, throwing his clothes everywhere.

Harry followed, curious, while Crowley muttered, "He waited two years. What's a few more minutes? Isn't it?"

He continued his preparations, but at a slower pace. He put on a dark red V-neck sweater, a shade he knew would bring out his eyes, or so the saleswoman had told him, and black pants that flattered his figure. He looked at himself in the mirror two or three times, checked his hairstyle, then shrugged and left the apartment.

A few minutes later he left the building and drove his Bentley to the restaurant.

The Ritz - 15 September 2024 - 7pm

Crowley paused before entering. He took several deep breaths to calm himself. He was ready, a little nervous but confident.

He opened the door with a firm hand.

He took off his coat and scanned the room with his eyes.

There weren't many tables, but before he could find Aziraphale, the hostess approached him.

"Good evening, sir, may I help you?"

Crowley cleared his throat, "Yes, I have a reservation. Anthony. Or Fell, I'm not sure which name it was made under."

The hostess checked her book and looked up with a big smile, "Oh yes! You're the..." she paused before pulling herself together, "Follow me, please."

Crowley was led to a table for two.

It was empty, which surprised him a bit.

The hostess turned to him and said, a little embarrassed, "I hope you'll forgive me, but I have to ask..."

"Yes?"

"This reservation is kind of... legendary. It's been here longer than some people of the staff. There's always been intense speculation about who made it and why, and whether you'd actually show up. Some team members even made bets..."

Crowley looked around and saw that waiters all over the room were giving him furtive glances. Chefs and kitchen helpers peered through the kitchen door. Crowley felt suddenly very embarrassed.

The hostess apologized immediately: "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have... I'll have the waiter take your drink order right away."

A short time later, a waiter returned and poured Crowley a glass of champagne.

"Compliments of the chef."

Crowley nodded his thanks.

Just before leaving, the waiter gave him a small smile: "Good luck."

Crowley began to sip the champagne, hoping to calm his growing nervousness.

Some time later, his glass was empty and he was still waiting, alone at the table. The waiter approached to refill his glass, but Crowley stopped him.

He was aware that the restaurant staff was watching him, whispering among themselves. Two hours passed, other customers lingering over dessert, coffee, intimate conversation at candlelit tables.

Crowley was still alone.

After a long moment, he pushed back his chair and stood. Everyone looked at him sadly.

He walked forward, expressionless, and picked up his coat, saying nothing to anyone before leaving under the sad gaze of the hostess who watched him go.

Crowley returned home alone. Behind the closed door of his apartment, his stoic facade began to crumble, and he could barely hold back the tears that welled up in his eyes.

He picked up a piece of paper and started to write, but in the end, he didn't have the heart.

Not now.

Lake House - September 16, 2022

The weather was gray and windy this morning as Aziraphale stood outside his mailbox and unfolded Crowley's note.

"YOU WEREN'T THERE."

The antiquarian shook his head, confused, and let some time pass before answering.

A: I'm so sorry. I just don't understand.

Something must have happened.

Look, I've got two years ahead of me. I'll try to make things right.

C: No, Aziraphale... You don't understand. It's too late for that. It's already happened.

I'm not upset. I mean, I was at first.

But now I just feel stupid... for forgetting how much a person's life can change in two years.

And for expecting yours not to.

For expecting you to wait, to stand still, to put your life on hold for me.

A: But I can do it. I can wait for you. I know I can. I won't forget.

C: Maybe you have. Maybe, wherever you are, you're busy and happy and living so fully in the present that the dinner you planned two years ago just... slipped out of your mind. Just as you forget impossible fantasies when they're over, when you move on to real life.

A: You mean I should get on with my real life?

C: I mean... I think we both should.

After seeing his words, Aziraphale hurried to reply, his hand trembling with emotion.

Please write me, answer me.

Aziraphale placed his letter in the mailbox and raised the flag.

The little flag stayed up.

An hour later, with the flag still up, Aziraphale opened the mailbox to find the note he'd put there.

Hours, then days, then weeks, then months passed as Aziraphale wrote and mailed letter after letter. Eventually, there was a pile of his letters in the box. They kept piling up, unanswered. Until the box was so full that Aziraphale couldn't put any more letters in it.

The Dirty Donkey - February 2025

It was late winter and everything outside was covered in snow.

Crowley sat at a table with Eric, Anathema, and Newt.

They met here at least once a week after work.

As Newt and Anathema bickered as usual, Eric leaned over to Crowley and, placing a hand on his arm, asked gently, "Are you okay?"

Crowley mustered a half-smile and answered honestly, for Eric was one of the few people who could read him, "I'm better."

"Still writing your mysterious pen pal?"

Crowley, his throat tightening, couldn't answer and shook his head.

Eric just said, without insisting, "Sorry, Crowley, if you need to talk, you know my phone number."

Crowley didn't answer.

Later, when he got home, he found a message on his answering machine.

"Hello Crowley. This is Furfur. I'm in town. I had to come in for a meeting."

Crowley started to press the button to erase the message when Furfur's voice continued, "A real meeting this time. I swear to you. Call me. If you feel like it."

The next evening, Crowley and Furfur sat in the pizzeria where they'd met a few months ago. Neither of them really felt well.

Furfur said quietly, "I didn't think you'd come."

Crowley replied wryly, "Nothing personal, but..."

Furfur interrupted, "You couldn't say no to a free meal."

"Exactly."

They both laughed, lightening the mood a bit.

Then Crowley asked, "So how did your 'meeting' go?"

Furfur looked slightly offended by Crowley's emphasis on the word "meeting" and replied, "I told you I didn't make it up, it really happened. They offered me a job, with a bigger firm. I'm going to be a legal advisor on wealth matters," he smiled proudly before continuing, "Call them if you don't believe me."

A little later they arrived at Crowley's residence, which was on the way to Furfur's hotel. They stopped at the door.

Furfur said softly, "I took this job because I wanted to. This has nothing to do with you. With us. This is not an ambush, Crowley."

Crowley nodded and replied quietly, "Well, that's great news. Congratulations, Furfur. I'm really happy for you."

Furfur smiled, "Thank you, and thank you for agreeing to meet me."

Crowley leaned over and gave him a quick good night kiss. Furfur looked surprised and pleased.

Crowley looked at him, it was comforting and familiar, almost tempting when he felt so lonely, but then his eyes slipped to the tree behind Furfur. Its leaves swayed in the night air. It was the tree that Aziraphale had planted.

Crowley looked at it for a few seconds, remembering the day it had appeared, the joy he had felt then, and in that moment he knew.

He closed his eyes and shook his head before saying sheepishly, "No, I'm sorry, Furfur, but I can't. I thought for a moment I could... but I can't."

Furfur nodded and said, "I know. Don't be sorry. I didn't expect anything. I didn't lie to you."

A little ashamed, Crowley apologized again, and after a tearful goodbye, he watched Furfur leave.

As he made his way back to his apartment, he muttered to himself, "I may not be able to meet Aziraphale, but I can't lie to myself either."

Lake house - 2023

It was so cold that the surface of the lake was frozen.

The mailbox was covered with snow. Aziraphale, who had been walking outside, reflexively looked into the it. Even after all this time.

It was empty, of course.

He closed it slowly, feeling sad as always, so sad.

Distracted, he first didn't notice Harry moving quickly away, towards the forest until he finally looked back and saw it.

"Harry! Come back!"

Harry took off running.

Aziraphale ran after him, but soon, in the density of the forest, he no longer saw the rabbit. Aziraphale ran straight ahead, still calling. He tripped over a stump and fell into the snow, got up and called again, looking around distraught.

Harry was really gone.

Aziraphale was about to run again when he suddenly stopped.

He'd just realized something.

Harry was about to find his new owner.

Aziraphale knew what to do.

A few days later, he was talking to Muriel in the living room.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Aziraphale replied wistfully, "Yes, I have to move on, I can't stay here. I... I can only think of him."

Muriel nodded, understanding, and added simply, "If you need help, you can count on me."

A few weeks later, Aziraphale tidied up the house with method and determination. He taped boxes together and tossed his belongings into them. He bagged the trash, swept and mopped.

As he tidied up, he found the pile of Crowley's letters. He looked at them for a moment, then wrapped them up and shoved them in the bottom of a cardboard box before carrying the box up to the attic and sealing it.

Real Estate Agency X - London - 2023

Aziraphale checked the address on the business card in his hand before entering and heading for the reception desk.

"Hello, I'd like to speak to Furfur, sorry, Ferdinand Stamper. I don't have an appointment, but tell him it's Aziraphale and it's urgent."

A few minutes later he saw Furfur arrive in the entrance hall and he beckoned him to follow him into an adjoining meeting room. He barely greeted him and didn't seem very happy to see him.

Aziraphale didn't wait and asked him directly, "Are you still interested in renting a house on the lake?"

He didn't wait for an answer and threw him a bunch of keys.

Furfur looked confused as Aziraphale continued, "This is what Crowley wants."

Furfur asked in an irritated tone, "How can you know that? How do you know what he wants? Besides, we're not even..."

Aziraphale shook his head, "I don't want to know, but believe me, this is what he wants."

He waited no longer and left the room, slamming the door behind him.

Later, when Furfur opened his car, something in the distance caught his eye. A rabbit was walking slowly down the road, looking a little lost until it came right up to him.

Furfur recognized it.

It was Harry

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You want to curse me? But what if I told you that in five minutes... you'll have the rest of the story?

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here

#good omens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #human au #alternate universe

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babishfantasies · 7 months ago

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I promised - part 5

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

“Aww come on sweetie, there’s nothing I haven’t seen before”. She said while standing in front of me. I looked confused at first, but after a short while I realized what she meant. Of course, she has the one that changed my pants last night, who else could have been. I could feel my face getting red and hot as I was filled with shame, and she, realizing this, took a seat in my bed and started to uncover me. “Now let's check the damage you made during the night”. Ok, that’s it. “LEAVE ME ALONE YOU WEIRDO. JESUS, WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?” I yelled in desperation.

There was a short silence that felt like an eternity. “Oh. I see” she said, her voice with a clear disappointed tone. As I heard her I lifted my head to meet hers, finding that she had a sad look on her face. Not just sad, but she had the saddest thousand yard look in her face I’ve ever seen, and I’m not sure but I think her eyes were glassy too. God, I’m such an asshole, why did I yell at her? I could have just asked her to leave me be, that usually works. I just did something terrible, or at least it feels like it. “Hey. I’m so-” I tried to finish but then she interrupted me. “No, it’s fine” and then she stood up and left. Before leaving the room though she said “Oh, I made breakfast… for us. When you’re ready just go down to the kitchen” in a very monotone voice. I’m a fucking douche.

After wallowing in my stupidity while changing myself getting ready for my soul crushing fast food job I went downstairs to get that breakfast. I didn’t want to, but she had already made it and it would be even more rude if I just left after she took her time for it. I just hope this isn’t too awkward.

She was sitting at the table taking a cup of coffee. She was still wearing the same outfit, but somehow she looked different. It was probably the look on her eyes or the sad expression on her face, it most definitely was that. I took a seat and made me a sandwich with the scrambled eggs she had made, all while looking at her. God, she’s so beautiful, even when she’s sad. I hope there was something I could say to take back my words. Because yeah, she’s a weirdo, but nobody deserves to hear that… and well, who am I to talk?

“These eggs are good” I finally muttered. “I’m glad you like them” she answered without even looking at me. It didn’t feel like she was mad at me though, but more like she was… disappointed? That made me feel even worse for some reason. An uncomfortable silence sat between us, and a rift between me and her was formed due to that silence. This was nothing like her usual self, she’s usually so talkative and even flirty, and even when she teases me and I get mad she keeps her good humor, but for some reason this was different, and I could feel it inside me what made it so.

After finishing my first sandwich and not being able to take the guilt anymore I just said it. “I’m sorry, ok? I didn’t mean to hurt you”. I almost sounded as if I was frustrated with her distance. I couldn’t bring myself to meet her eyes so I kept my face down, but I could feel as if she was turning to see me. I felt so ashamed of everything, of hurting her, but also for apologizing in such an infantile way, I really sounded like I was missing her attention. Then she stood up and approached me, and when I lifted my face to meet hers I saw her. She was smiling with relief, as if a weight had been lifted from her, and I could feel just that too. “You really mean it?” She asked while standing tall at my side, making me feel impossibly small. I just lowered my face again, overwhelmed by my emotions and her presence. “y-yes” I said while blushing and fidgeting in my place. “Good. Then I’ll be waiting for you when you come back” she said before placing her hand on my temple to kiss the top of my head. My heart was throbbing like crazy. I just stood completely silent there until she took her leave. After a couple of minutes I came back to my senses and realized I didn’t have much time to ponder about this whole thing. I was getting late, so I ate one final sandwich and then took my leave.

Suffice to say I couldn’t focus much that day. There’s been so much going on these last 24 hours and I haven’t had the time to process it, but more than that it was her last words that were taking most of my attention. Would it be something like we did the last time? Some… intimate time together? I’m flashed with images of yesterday and I can’t help myself to get excited about what’s waiting for me. I’m even anticipating it, almost like a little kid who can’t wait for that field trip tomorrow. God, I’m so pathetic. How did I got into this whole thing? Oh yeah I remember it, it was Alice.

We were at a party about 3 months ago, and my roommate was about to leave the city, which meant I wouldn’t be able to pay rent so I had to find a place to stay. I wanted to look around town with someone, but all my friends were settled, so despite finding some decent flats I wasn’t able to pay them with my miserable job. Some of them offered a couch to crush, but that wasn’t a sustainable solution. It was in the middle of this when I asked Alice if she knew someone who would want to live with a really convenient and peaceful guy and she said “perhaps”. What was up with that? And of course it was some weird shit, but at the moment it was a strange situation at least.

Alice told me there was this woman on her 30s who was loaded and was seeking for someone to rent one of her rooms for a suspiciously low price, but she didn’t wanted to rent it to just anybody, so if I wanted to get the place I had to go to an interview with her on a sunday really early in the morning no less and see if we “got along”. I still remember that day, I was tired and miserable and basically answered all of her questions with the little brain power I had at the moment, didn’t thought at all that I would get the room, and in fact I thought after the interview that of course I wouldn’t get the place because she was probably searching for a tall well built man so she would have something pretty to look at while around the house. Well, that wasn’t what she was looking for, after all I’m 5’4’’ and she’s a head taller than I, but still I wonder if she was indeed searching for something to play with or she just wanted to be sure I wouldn’t call my friends to rob this rich asshole’s house. Well, maybe she picked me because I was smaller.

Whatever the reason might be, I'm in this situation, and I’m not complaining. It’s just that… it doesn’t feel right. I feel used somehow. I’m being used in fact. Or maybe not in fact, but there’s something I cannot control that she’s taking advantage of, and that’s not fair. I mean it feels ok… or amazing in fact, but still. This shouldn’t be how things are at all. She should be with his 6’3’’ hunk instead of doing whatever we did last time with some borderline midget. Why is she so weird? And why can’t I resist her? I would say that I want things to go back the way they used to be, but I would be lying to myself. This is abnormal, and I was perfectly content before finding out this was a possibility. I can’t even bring myself to name it, it’s just so… gross. Or at least not something you can talk with your friends about.

I ruminated like this the entire day. Darren, my coworker, looking evidently into some sort of deep meditative state while cleaning the floor asked me if everything was all right and I just said yeah, of course I’m alright, I just didn’t had enough sleep last night. Darren is such a nice guy, I almost feel bad for lying to him, but I would be dead before talking about this to another soul. Maybe with strangers on the internet and under the cover of anonymity, and even then I would hesitate to touch the subject.

When the day was finally over and I took my leave, I felt how my mind entered this hyper awareness state. Whatever was waiting for me back home was just a couple of minutes of walking and public transport away. I felt everything slowing down and could almost taste reality itself. In a way I didn’t wanted to make it back, almost as if my mind was trying to tell me that I wasn’t ready yet, that I needed a little bit more time. But despite all of that and after nominally 32 minutes I was back there, home. So strange to call it that, I feel like it’s the first time I think of this place as “home”.

As I stand there searching for my keys I hear the door opening. I freeze, my eyes locked in what’s about to greet me on the other side. It’s her, and she has this devilish smile. “Welcome back sweetie. I was waiting for you”.

part 6

#domme mommy #fem domme #md/lb #ab/dl stories #ab dl mommy #age regression #ab dl #abdlmommy #abdlbabyboy #breastfeeding kink

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lilrambo-shooter · 2 years ago

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Over-analyzing the Phantom Thieves' escape from the Final Palace [SPOILERS]

Hopefully this hasn't been done already. If so, oh well, it was fun for me, who just finished their first playthrough last month.

This post has spoilers for the true ending of Persona 5 Royal.

Ok, I have thought about the animated cutscene of the PTs escaping Maruki's crumbling palace more than I thought I would. There's the memes of Goro's (possible?) last words being a complaint about being crushed by 5 women, the worry of the PTs when Joker lets go of the rope, etc etc.

One thing I kept going back to, though, was how we end up with the comic relief of Goro ending up at the floor of the Mona Copter.

So let's start from the beginning of their escape. The palace is crumbling, and the PTs are seemingly stranded on an island of rubble, with no way out. Morgana then urges everyone to hop into the Mona Car:

(Forgive the crappy screen pics, my PlayStation doesn't like 3rd sem stuff)

So the first thing we see is Haru leaning up to the window, with just a hint of Goro's outfit in the bottom right corner.

The next thing is a shot of the whole bus:

Two things: 1. Out of the two pictures, there's no sign of Futaba! 2. Where does this put Haru and Goro? Well, both of these questions have the same answer: In the far back!

One thing about the Mona Bus's design I never quite realized with my playthrough of vanilla P5 years ago was that there are seats running perpendicular to the first two rows. Based on the angle of the first image with Haru, we can see the back of the seats from the second row. For Goro, there is a few frames in which he is seen in the back:

Therefore, we can surmise this setup:

But what about Futaba? Even though it's from a previous cutscene and different escape attempt, we can see that the layout of the characters is the same, with the addition of Futaba in the back:

So that's what it's like for seating arraignments in the Mona Bus. What about the Mona Copter? The first shot we get of everyone sans Joker gives us Goro's comic relief:

We can see that all five of our pretty thief gals are up front, Goro squished on the floor, Ryuji and Yusuke in the back, and Joker hangin' on down below. It seems pretty packed. Goro's got a point, Mona! Or does he? Time to hit the Thieves' Den!

It's slightly different on the inside compared to the cutscene, but the layout seems to be the same. We don't get a good look at the back, so let's look at that:

Hmm, a good amount of open space! But wait, there's more! As it turns out, there's even more space in the back.

Based on this, here's the sketch of the Mona Copter's layout:

What's the deal!? There seems to be plenty of space! How did the Mona Copter become so front-heavy? We can see that the characters' arraignments are generally the same, save for the fact that Haru, Futaba, and Goro moved to the front, and Joker straight up just doesn't get put inside. Now, I'm no expert of the Metaverse, but I'd like to imagine that if Mona suddenly poofed from a bus to a helicopter, our PTs wouldn't so wildly get thrown about. Plus, we can see in a later part of the cutscene, when Maruki decides to make his final stand, that there is implied to be more room in the back with Ryuji and Yusuke:

Here we see Makoto grabbing the edge of the seats in the front, and Ryuji and Yusuke bracing on their respective sides. It's quite odd how they ended up like this.

My takeaway? Other than the fact that this whole post is ridiculous? Something happened mid-transformation. Maybe things didn't happen as instantly as we think, or the Mona Copter teetered around as Mona regained balance. Or both! Let's say they all began to fall forward as the Mona Bus began to fall right before the transformation. Those in the second row would have the seat in front of them to brace on, while the three in the front could brace on the dashboard. Meanwhile, Futaba, Haru, and Goro have a lot more space in the back to fumble around in. With the loss of seats in the Mona Copter, it's perfectly possible that while transforming, the three in the back lost balance, tumbled to the front, and Goro just happened to be the unlucky one. I'm going to be honest, I have no clue on what that means for Joker.

This whole bit with the Mona Copter was most definitely just for the gag; moreover, we can just say it's Mona giving Joker a good view of Goro, who Mona knows is most likely going to vanish when all is said and done. Doing his bestie a favor and acting as a wingman, eh? The front's glass only goes so far along the bottom the the Mona Copter, and Goro is busy taking up all of it, rendering the sight of Joker only visible to him, Ryuji, and Yusuke.

So yea, do what you wish with this information, I don't care. I just wanted to express my thoughts about this whack ass cutscene lmao

#did i shoehorn this into being an akeshu shuake post? Yes.#wish i had this much energy and enthusiasm for my history paper #persona 5 #persona 5 royal #persona 5 royal spoilers #p5r #p5r spoilers #persona 5 spoilers #fight me #akeshu #shuake #phantom theives

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demonslayerdoodles · 7 months ago

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Kaori and Kyōjurō date night~ ❤️‍🔥

Sorry for the messy sketch, but I still had to draw this idea 🥹😅

Explanations and types version of words so easier to read u3u

Page 1:

Kaori and Kyōjurō are going on a date and Kaori is getting ready. While she is trying to get ready, she realizes all her dresses are very revealing of her self harm scars. This makes her even more self conscious than she already is. This is because people ask her where she got them from, and she is embarrassed by saying she did them.

Page 2:

Kaori, are you ready—

Kaori…

Kaori decides to give up and just cover up her scars with a sweater and sweats. Kyōjurō walks in to see if she is ready and realizes something is wrong because she is not ready and crying.

Page 3:

Kaori…

Hey…what’s wrong…?

Kyōjurō is trying to figure out what is wrong, trying to get an answer from her before realizing the mess. There are dresses, shirts, jackets, pants, and skirts all over the ground and the closet empty. He realizes she was struggling to find an outfit, but didn’t know why.

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I…I hate my body…I…I hate my scars…All of the dresses are so…showing…They make me so uncomfortable…I hate it…I don’t feel comfortable in public with them showing…

Well…I think they are beautiful…just like the rest of you…~ Everything about you is beautiful…~

Kaori begins to explain she was uncomfortable going out with her scars showing and didn’t know what to wear to cover them. Kyōjurō is very understanding and tries to help her feel more comfortable in her own skin.

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But…If you STILL don’t want to go out in public…~

Kaori is shocked, yet touched by his words. Kyōjurō tries to help and come up with a compromise. He ends up deciding to have a date night in. He sets up a whole night with making dinner and buying sodas, candy, and popcorn to watch a movie. Kaori felt comfortable with dressing up with him, revealing her scars around him made her feel fine. The two are dressed up even in the night in, both falling asleep on each other.

Turns out it was a good date night after all~ ewe

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laxmiree · 1 year ago

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[CN] MLQC Lucien’s Warm Fragrance Date translation

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for a date that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

Arriving As Promised Free SR Event | Prologue+Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6-9 | Warm Fragrance Date (You're here!)

"I think, rather than a good little assistant, it's more accurate to say that MC is a very talented gardener lady."

"Huh? Why do you say that?"

Lucien doesn't directly answer my question, instead, he pulls my hand and places it on the location of his heart.

I immediately understood the words he didn't say.

"This beautiful flower continues to grow, connecting all the veins that are linked to you."

[T/N: VERY RECOMMENDED to read the event story first because some convo on this date will make more sense if you read the event stories first]

[Date – Video ver]

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(T/N: As always, I always recommend watching the video for a more comprehensive experience.

If the direct video doesn’t work - [Use this link]

(Besides, tumblr doesn’t allow us to use an old text editor anymore so I can’t add up more than 30 pics in this post. Tumblr post alone won’t capture the change in background and sprite as usual(for reference I always have like 60+ pic in one post LOL)

[Date – Transcript ver]

[Part 1]

The gentle morning sunlight pours down, passing through the vines on the wall, casting specks of light and shadow.

I look around, and as far as my eyes can see, various types of plants occupy my surroundings. However, I don't catch sight of Lucien's figure amidst the lushness.

MC: …Is Lucien not here?

I double-check his text message, then I put down the jasmine flower pot I've planted and the "OPEN" wooden sign. Afterward, I turn around and walk deeper into the greenhouse.

Today is the official opening day of the "Flower Shop." Perhaps 'Shop Manager' Lucien is currently preparing in some corner.

Following the path through the greenhouse, I continue forward. The comfortable temperature in the air makes me feel as if I'm in an oasis.

Under the towering green plants in front of me, dozens of calla lilies are cozily undergoing photosynthesis.

Next to the one blooming the most vibrantly, there's a label that reads "Reserved." My fingertips brush against that familiar handwriting, and I mutter softly.

MC: Miss X?

MC: ...I can't believe there's a reservation already.

[A throwback to Dance SP MQ and main story Dr. X :"]

I can't help but sigh, and I bend down to carefully observe these well-taken-care-of plants and flowers.

The snow-white petals of the calla lilies bloom brilliantly, and the leaves stretch energetically. The red and yellow tulips nestle against each other as if even the falling patches of light have become gentle.

??: Have you been here for a while? Why didn't you call out to me?

A familiar voice sounds behind me, and I quickly turn around.

The sunlight filters through the glass roof and falls upon Lucien, outlining a faint halo of light around his figure.

His white shirt appears exceptionally bright amidst the lush surroundings. His collar is unbuttoned, and he casually rolls up his sleeves, revealing his slender forearms.

The blue work apron he's wearing is loosely tied, and he doesn't seem to have noticed. A warm smile graces the corner of his lips.

With the jasmine pot I had just set down in his arms, he slightly bends forward and reaches out to hang the wooden sign on a nail above the railing.

This version of Lucien catches me off guard, and I find myself laughing with a belated realization.

MC: Pfft.

Lucien: (laughs, then playfully says) It seems my outfit is indeed a bit funny, isn't it?

MC: Of course not, "Shop Manager Lucien" is much more handsome than I imagined!

Lucien: Oh? Is that so?

Lucien slowly approaches me, and as his familiar scent envelops me, my heart rate instinctively quickens a little faster.

Lucien: (chuckles) So, can you tell me, what did you imagine 'Manager Lucien' to be like before?

MC: Manager Lucien's appearance right now has completely erased any other imagined images I had in my mind.

I hook my arm around Lucien's neck, a smile playing on my lips.

MC: Right now, my heart and eyes are filled with just the one before me.

I retie the loosely knotted apron behind him smoothly. But as I start to pull my hand back, he captures it in his grasp.

The next second, a gentle kiss carrying the scent of grass lands softly on my lips. Before my eyes could fully close, all that was left in my vision were those eyes brimming with joy.

Lucien removed his glasses at some point, and the gentleness in his eyes reflected my gradually reddening cheeks clearly.

Lucien: (whispers) Everyone else is busy in other greenhouses. Today, there are only the two of us here.

He slightly increases the distance between us, his brows and eyes curved.

Lucien: I remember that a lady once said that on the day she visits my "garden," she would buy the most beautiful flower from me.

MC: I remember that. I won't easily back down from my promise.

Lucien: Then, how about becoming my assistant? Consider it as payment for the flowers you intend to buy.

I tiptoe and peck his cheek on the side.

MC: Of course I'm willing to.

[Part 2]

As we walk through the corridor built with flowering vines from the entrance hall, the floral fragrance becomes even more rich and fragrant.

Lucien leads me through the corridor, and a lounge surrounded by flower walls comes into view. A row of bookshelves and an innovative instrument sit quietly in the corner.

Lucien: This is a newly introduced instrument from the Bioscience research center. It can measure various values of the brain's nervous system to detect the brain health of residents.

Curiously, I approach the instrument, looking around with keen interest.

MC: Can brain health really be determined using these two lines on top?

Lucien: If you're curious, you can put it on and give it a try.

Lucien noticed my eagerness and took the instrument's wires, guiding me to position my head correctly.

Lucien: Bring this wire over here, and place this device on here…

Following Lucien's guidance, I carefully placed the device from the instrument's wire onto my head.

Lucien: Now, let's take a look at Visitor MC's brain health, shall we?

MC: …Um!

I stare at the screen intently, and after a while, a green curve with a centered slope appears on the display.

MC: How is it?

Lucien: Hmm…

MC: I-Is it very bad?

Lucien: (chuckle) Very healthy.

MC: Phew…

MC: Back then, you were worried I might not adapt well, but the truth is, my "vitality" is quite resilient as well.

Lucien: How come I remember that it was a certain lady who was more concerned about me at the time?

Lucien: You prepared all sorts of emergency medicines for me, yet you only brought a small amount for yourself.

MC: Well, that might be because I've been eating well, sleeping well, and thinking about you a lot…

Lucien: From a medical perspective, perhaps "thinking about me a lot" played the most significant role.

MC: Although you're right, 'Professor Lucien' shouldn't go against medical principles just to prove the importance of "thinking about you".

Lucien places his hand on the top of my head and proceeds to explain seriously.

Lucien: Medical studies have confirmed that positive emotions, or good moods, are beneficial for brain neurons.

Lucien: I believe this 'Professor Lucien' hasn't gone against medical principles.

Lucien: People, scenery, animals, objects... all can serve as triggers for positive emotions.

Lucien: Including the plants we are cultivating now, it's all for studying the effects of different species on brain neurons.

MC: Does that mean that even for the same species, the experience could be different for different people?

Lucien: Exactly. The factors underlying the generation of positive emotions vary from person to person, and the feelings evoked by the same external factors can be completely different.

MC: Hmm... just like how I feel happy when I drink sweet milk tea, and Professor Lucien feels happy when savoring a cup of tea?

Seemingly amused by the interesting analogy, Lucien chuckles softly.

Lucien: (chuckles softly) Yes and no.

Lucien: If we slightly modify the reference in the comparison to "savoring tea alone and drinking milk tea with MC," for me, the latter naturally brings more happiness.

MC: Oh~ So the Great Professor's sweet words must also vary from person to person, right?

Lucien: Hmm... Not exactly.

Lucien: To be precise, I'm only like this with you.

I can't help but raise my lips; a kind of subtle tenderness seems to be quietly emerging from the depths of my heart, making me feel light and I can't help but indulge in it.

MC: I'm only like this with you too.

The conversation is interrupted by the hum of the instrument, and the fluctuation in the green curve produces new monitoring data for the device.

MC: Huh? Is there a new change?

Lucien: Mm, it seems that at this very moment, this little lady is happier than before.

The rising curve on the screen dances exuberantly as if it wants to reveal my thoughts in full detail.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, I remove the device, afraid that the next moment it might detect those beautiful feelings in my heart once again.

MC: Alright, alright, I admit that indeed "thinking about you" played a significant role.

MC: So... Professor Lucien, do you think about me a lot too?

Lucien: Yes. Because I miss you so much, it feels as if the flowering period is endless.

Lucien's gaze softens, and the corners of his eyes curve like a gentle spring, causing the humidity in the greenhouse to quietly evaporate, filling the room with a sweet fragrance.

[Part 3]

After becoming familiar with the structure of the greenhouse, Lucien guided me through the final preparations before the official opening.

Since he has already completed most of it, my next task is to transplant the calla lilies into the flower bed.

Lucien: Here are these new gloves for you, and take this too.

Lucien hands over a brand new pair of gloves and then takes out a beige headscarf, naturally tucking my hair behind as he ties it on me.

His slightly warm fingertips inadvertently graze the back of my neck, creating a subtle and ticklish sensation.

Lucien: Hmm, you indeed look very cute with it on.

Lucien places a small red trowel in front of me and begins to demonstrate personally.

Lucien: Calla lilies thrive in a humid environment but are sensitive to waterlogging. They have high water requirements, so the root seedlings are crucial.

MC: I remember you mentioned in the email that Calla lilies, being plants adapted to humid regions, are much more challenging to grow in the desert compared to other plants.

Lucien: That's correct. Therefore, during the transplanting process, be careful not to damage the root seedlings with the trowel.

I nod and carefully take the calla lilies that Lucien has prepared, ready to transplant them into the flower bed.

The delicate and fragile root tendrils seem as if they could snap at the slightest inadvertent touch, and I take a deep breath subconsciously.

Lucien: (gently) Take it easy.

Lucien gently squeezes my hand, and the familiar reassurance gradually soothes my emotions.

I nod and readjust my breathing.

First, plant the flower seedlings into the small holes that have been prepared in the flower bed. Then, rearrange the positions of their roots, and finally, cover the soil from the side onto the flower seedlings…

I'm mentally rehearsing the steps Lucien taught me, carefully following the instructions as needed.

MC: Wow! It's a success…

Before I could even finish cheering, the next moment, the flower seedling drooped in front of me.

MC: ...Oops, did I just waste a flower seedling?

Thinking that each of these flower seedlings was personally nurtured by Lucien in such an environment, I can't help but feel a sense of guilt and regret.

Lucien: You didn't, it's just not fully acclimated yet.

Lucien: Don't worry, let's try it again.

Lucien said as he leaned closer to me, his palm gently cradling my hand. He carefully adjusts the position of the flower seedling and then presses the soil down slightly.

As if by some kind of magical spell, the delicate flower seedling trembles and sways, but it never topples over.

MC: Is it... a success?

Lucien: Yes, you did great.

With the experience of this successful attempt and Lucien's hands-on teaching, I learned some small techniques, and the subsequent transplanting process is going much smoother than I had imagined.

MC: Phew, just one more pot to go until we're done!

As I said this, I raised my hand to wipe the sweat from my face. I was about to dig out the seedling from the pot when Lucien suddenly chuckled.

MC: ...What's wrong?

He raises his hand with a smile and the clean back of his finger brushes against the tip of my nose.

Lucien: You've turned into a spotty bunny.

MC: …!

Thinking about the "fertilizer elements" in the soil, I hastily raise my hand and start randomly wiping my face.

Lucien can't help but laugh, then he grabs my hand.

Lucien: (laughs softly) If you keep rubbing like that, our spotty bunny might turn into a black bunny.

Lucien: Let me help you instead.

He uses the clean part of his palm to gently wipe across my face, bit by bit.

The delicate touch of his fingertips and the warmth from his palm gradually amplifies.

His breath, accompanied by a warm breeze, audibly falls on my ear, and my earlobe subtly starts to feel ticklish.

At some point, his gaze has shifted from my face to my eyes, and his finger lightly taps on my cheek.

Lucien: Now it's clean.

I can't seem to take my eyes off his face for a moment.

Lucien: (smiles) Do I also have something that needs wiping on my face?

MC: Ah? Well, right here on the chin…

I lift up my sleeve and gently wipe away the almost invisible speck of dirt on his chin.

The scent of flowers blending with the earthy aroma lingers in the air, and a gentle kiss softly grazes my cheek near my lips.

Lucien: Thank you, Miss Gardener.

[Part 4]

After a day of busyness, the flower shop's business is doing quite well.

People keep coming to buy flowers and admire them, and Lucien can smoothly carry out his experiment. He has printed a thick stack of monitoring data alone.

Until the sun sets in the west, everything except for that reserved calla lilies has been sold out.

MC: Looks like it's time to flip the signboard and announce the closing time~

Lucien's gaze falls on the back of the wooden signboard, his fingers tracing the patterns on it.

Lucien: Unexpectedly, there is a "gardener fox" on the other side?

MC: You noticed it!

I said as I leaned closer, my fingertips lightly tracing the slightly crooked wood-carved design.

[So it's her 'artwork' that she mentioned in the event :"]

MC: I carved it based on the desert fox's appearance and added a little touch of my own creativity.

Lucien: It's a nice touch. A little fox wearing glasses, an apron, and holding a pot of flowers.

Lucien: Hmm... Is it like this?

Lucien speaks as he raises the sign next to his face, mimicking the posture of the little fox on the wooden sign.

MC: Hahaha, it seems I carved it quite lifelike!

MC: By the way, after closing the store, let's go see the desert fox together~ I saw it last time near the sand dunes near the guest house.

MC: This time, I have Mr. Fox with me. So who knows, we might just have a smooth encounter with it.

Lucien: Of course, that's great, but I'd rather have a chance encounter with a desert rabbit.

Lucien: This little fox seems a bit lonely. I think this wooden sign leaves me some room for creativity.

[He also wants to carve a dessert bunny to accompany the dessert fox so it won't be lonely🥺]

Lucien carefully puts away the wooden sign and retrieves cleaning tools from the greenhouse.

Lucien: You've been busy all day, take a break. I'll handle the cleaning.

MC: There's no way the little assistant can take a break and let the big professor be busy.

MC: Besides, I've been resting well these past few days, but you've been in the experimental greenhouse all this time. I think you should be the one taking a break.

I say this while playfully pushing his back, half-forcing him to go rest on the sofa next to the flower hall.

Lucien accommodates and sits down but takes the opportunity to hold my hand.

Lucien: Well, there's no reason for the little assistant not to listen to the professor.

I can't resist this demeanor and tone at all, so I have to compromise and sit down next to him, nuzzling up against his side.

MC: The little assistant is now obediently resting. Professor Lucien, do you have any more requests?

Lucien: I think an obedient little assistant like you should receive her well-deserved reward.

Lucien promptly gets up and when he returns, he's holding the only remaining pot containing the calla lily with "reserved" written on it.

Seeing me blink in confusion, Lucien smiles and speaks.

Lucien: From the moment it miraculously survived, I selfishly reserved it in your name.

MC: My name? Does that mean…

At this moment, I finally realized belatedly why this unique pot of calla lily had been reserved early on and kept until now.

That Miss X is actually myself.

MC: So this calla lily…. is the first one that survived as you mentioned in your email?

Lucien: Mm. You mentioned wanting to see it with your own eyes, and now it's yours.

A gentle voice brushed against my heart, and I quickly took a few steps in his direction.

He cradles that pot of calla lily in his hands so dearly, and I feel as if I can hear something blooming in my heart.

MC: It's really beautiful... From this angle, the outer edges of the flower look like the shape of a heart.

Lucien: Perhaps that's why the calla lily's flower language is "the veins of our hearts are connected together".

The pure white petals sway gently in the soft breeze of the flower hall, the sunset's light casting a golden shimmer on Lucien's eyelashes. The picturesque beauty momentarily left me a bit entranced.

It's only when he bends down to place the flower in my hand that I realize our distance has somehow become so close.

Lucien: I think, rather than a good little assistant, it's more accurate to say that MC is a very talented gardener lady.

MC: …Huh? Why do you say that?

Lucien doesn't directly answer my question; instead, he pulls my hand and places it on the location of his heart.

I immediately understood the words he didn't say.

Lucien: This beautiful flower continues to grow, connecting all the veins that are linked to you.

A soft feeling wells up in my heart, his warmth in my hand, and before me is his most familiar expression.

The accumulation of longing and his gentle words make me unable to resist leaning my head against his shoulder and nuzzling it.

MC: I'm the same.

MC: Every move you make, it's all connecting with me.

MC: Sowing, nurturing the soil, watering, fertilizing, and then the flowers bloom…

MC: Every time you share these with me, it's like I can feel your emotions in that moment.

MC: You sharing your happiness with me makes me feel even happier.

Lucien: Mm, I like sharing with you.

Lucien: (softly) It's like we're taking care of them together, and you're right here by my side.

MC: If that's the case, then I'm just like you.

MC: When I see the photos of the seedlings you post, I imagine how you planted them.

MC: When I'm planting jasmine flowers, I also feel like we're nurturing them together.

MC: I get incredibly happy when I receive emails from you, and I imagine the world you see through the things you share.

MC: I feel like I have something to look forward to every day because of the promise I'm about to fulfill, it’s as if... all the waiting and longing is sweet.

Lucien reaches out and pulls me into his arms, affectionately nuzzling the tip of my nose.

Lucien: (tenderly) Endless is just a broad concept of time, it doesn't even begin to capture a fraction of my longing to see you again.

Lucien: MC, I miss you so much.

Lucien: Even though you are right in front of me.

The gentle breeze, carrying the fragrance of flowers, rustles the branches and leaves inside the flower hall. In my ears, there is the gentle rustling of leaves and Lucien's slightly sinking voice.

In a moment of reverie, the hues of the sunset have a scent, and the fragrance of flowers has a sound.

I submerged myself in the veins of his longing, where love flourishes abundantly, lush and verdant.

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Hey I was watching the vod for Ruff Trigger and you mentioned reading a whole bunch of 'Person Dies and is Reincarnated into the World of a Book Series They Already Read' books and so I was wondering if you've read 'I Favor The Villainess'? Because I may be a little biased because gay women but that one is really good.

Also do you have any specific recommendations for books/manga/etc in that genre?

I have! I tried it once a while back but for whatever reason it didn't hold my attention. I read a few chapters again after getting this and I dunno what I was thinking before, I like it a lot.

As for the many Reincarnation Manhua I am reading, and I am reading a LOT so do not question my knowledge, I have a data sheet and everything, here are my top five in no particular order. Note that these are specifically "Reincarnated into a Pre-Existing Story" Manhuas and not just "Reincarnated" ones, if they were the list would probably look a little different haha. Don't even get me started on the "Rebirth" category.

#1: Not-Sew-Wicked Stepmom

Status: Ongoing. Currently on season hiatus.

Synopsis: An overworked korean seamstress dies and finds herself reincarnated into the body of the evil step-mother from Snow White. Luckily she wakes up before the story proper begins, while the princess is still a small child, and so she decides to bow out of her bid for the throne and spend her days spoiling her adorable step-child. However, she soon realizes that her former self wasn't the only person trying to exploit the system for power, and that the world of royalty hosts beneath-the-surface a cycle of cruelty and abuse that could destroy the future of any child. Thus, she must do whatever it takes to ensure that the lovable little girl grows up as happily and healthily as possible.

Story Quality: 4/5 A well-paced and expertly woven narrative that keeps the story moving at all times without burning out the reader with too many rapid developments or twists. The only reason it isn't a 5/5 is because I don't know how it'll end.

Art Quality: 5/5 A sweet and expressive art style that does a good job blending in the typical CSP assets while still standing on it's own.

The Drip: 5/5 Every outfit the characters wear is stunning and suits them perfectly, which is to be expected given the series' fashion theme but still greatly appreciated in execution.

The Love Interest: 3/5 While he's a good character and I like him, I don't particularly care if he and the main character hook up. This could change as the series goes on, however.

Spiciness: 3/5 Occasionally suggestive, but overall fairly tame and normal.

Is it worth paying for? Absolutely.

#2: Beware the Villainess!

Status: Complete

Synopsis: A college student is reincarnated into the body of the nasty villainess of a romance story she had read shortly before dying. Determined to not suffer the same fate, she does everything she can to completely sequence-break the narrative and do things her own way, up to and including befriending the main character, rejecting her princely fiancee, and recruiting a derelict side-character as her right-hand man. But little does she realize that this world won't take her changes lightly, and the characters she knows are not as one-dimensional as they first appear....

Story Quality: 4/5 Clearly thought out and well-executed, the story does an excellent job conveying the ideas it presents. Currently my gold-standard for the "Villainess Sequence-Break" subcategory.

Art Quality: 4/5 Well-executed and expressive, but a little too generic for my liking. It does what's expected of it well, but rarely goes above and beyond.

The Drip: 4/5 Good outfits, including some that make me very gay, but nothing spectacular.

The Love Interest: 4/5 I wasn't with it in the beginning but ngl, by the end of the series I was really rooting for these two.

Spiciness: 4/5 Generally a 3/5, but occasional moments of sexuality do occur, although it doesn't really hit until the special episodes.

Is it Worth Paying For? Debatable. I don't regret paying for the whole thing but if you have better restraint than me you can tough out the wait-until-free episodes and save yourself some coin.

#3: Surviving Romance

Status: Ongoing. Currently on it's second season.

Synopsis: Chaerin Eun has been trapped in a romance novel for a while now, and today is the day her love interest will finally confess to her and the two can live happily-ever-after!

Things do not go as planned.

Story Quality: 5/5 While I am being careful to not reveal too much, the quality of the story doesn't just hinge on how surprising it's twists and turns are. It has something to say and so far it is doing an extremely good job saying it.

Art Quality: 3/5 I get what it's going for but I do still feel like it could be better.

The Drip: 5/5 This series doesn't let the fact that everyone is in school uniforms stop it from having some striking and downright iconic looks.

The Love Interest: ???/5 : )

Spiciness: 2/5 Good lord, could you imagine?

Is it Worth Paying For? I say yes, but only because it's a currently running webtoon and therefore the only episodes you need to pay for are the most recent ones. I don't know if my answer would be the same if this was a completed webtoon or a series on Tapas.

#4: Villainesses Have More Fun

Status: Ongoing

Synopsis: A bad-bitch korean business woman is reincarnated into the body of Reilynn Candimon, the villainess of the novel she had been reading, and a character that had greatly frustrated her. Using nothing but her powerful personality, she decides to make the best of this life and peace out from the main story to enjoy her riches. So why does the main character keep picking fights with her?

Story Quality: 3/5 A fun read that doesn't take itself too seriously. You wont be enraptured in a deep and complex narrative, but you'll have a good time and enjoy some genuinely engaging characters.

Art Quality: 3/5 Exactly what you expect from this kind of series and nothing more.

The Drip: 3/5 Some outfits are nice, but some of the ensembles the main character walks around in are downright tragic.

The Love Interest: 1/5 I deadass keep forgetting who it's supposed to be, and then I remember he's a cop.

Spiciness: 2/5 Pretty mild.

Is it worth Paying For? Only if the scanlation is really bad.

#5: The Villainess' Stationary Shop

Status: Ongoing. Currently on Season Hiatus.

Synopsis: A korean woman wakes up in the body of Meldenique Bebelloa, the villainess of a romance novel. In the original story, her character dies after trying to stop a romance between her fiance and her half-sister. Determined to not end up like that (and not too interested in the prince anyway,) Mel ditches her terrible family in order to live out her life's dream of running a stationary shop! (Essentially a store for school supplies that typically also sells toys and candy.)

Story Quality: 4/5 A kind of generic story is elevated by a cute and likeable characters, a lighthearted tone, and highly satisfying moments of catharsis. Be warned, this manhua is kind of addictive.

Art Quality: 3/5 Passable quality but nothing noteworthy.

The Drip: 4/5 With the extravagance and glitter of most other manhua, this series offers a delightful palette cleanser of cute and modest outfits that greatly demonstrate the character's personalities.

The Love Interest: 4/5 I'm not terribly invested in the romance, but the love interest is a stoic bad boy who is extremely easily flustered by the idea of kissing or even... holding hands?????? It's a fun change-of-pace and makes scenes that would typically be eye-rolling a little more enjoyable as the coolguy is the blushy one.

Spiciness: 2/5 The love interest would probably die if he saw a boob.

Is it Worth Paying For? I had fun with it but again, be warned, it is highly addictive.

#ask #asks #i am the reincarnation manhua master #i know all

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