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“I ‘ave two arms.... and no Al or Fendi t’fill em.”

Truly, a sad moment.

#*Blows dust off of account*#((tbh I might just move her over to nexus....))

verduresapiens:

“Oh~? Well now, that doesn’t sound remotely suspicious at all. I don’t intend on getting into trouble, but it does seem to follow me around, so it’s likely a useful gift regardless of my ‘intentions’. Plus, it’s a quill pen. I used to love writing with those sorts of pens~” He’s quite cheerful this year, if only because of Dardanos. But still.

There’s not a trace of winter grumpiness.

“You know, I did consider getting Alfendi a Christmas-themed lab-coat, but apparently those don’t exist. A shame. I would have loved to see his expression.”

Lucy blinks. “Oh... That’s actually a good idea, If y’ don’t mind I might steal that idea f’r next year.” Her eyes were sparkling. Maybe she could even hand embroider it.

“Ah, well, That aside, I think Alfendi would be... eh... okay, wit’ owt ‘s long as it ain’t summat ah...” She scratches her cheek. “Illegal...?

#verduresapiens

@verduresapiens from here

She takes the sweater with a big smile on her face. “Ah, I don’t care, I’m ‘ust glad ya thought o’ me!” She immediately pulls it over her head to wear.

“Ta. An’ one more thin’.” She points to the quill pen, “if ya keep that wit’ ya, I’ll keep ya safe if ya e’er get inta trouble. It’s ah, Magic o’ a sort...” The grin turns to something a little mischievous, she’s not going to elaborate on how.

#verduresapiens

There is silence...

AND THEN AN EXPLOSION!

“MERRY CHRISTMAS!!”

Decorations are everywhere, presents wrapped and ready for opening.

#IC post

Lucy is practically buzzing with excitement.

But even with how much the holiday energy is radiating off her, she’s almost subdued this year. Naught but a small, tasteful desk tree in the Mystery Room, and a strings of fairy lights in the Yard’s halls.

“Mm!”

#IC

She is... so ready........

but she must hold it in... People have chided her before for decorating before the American’s Thanksgiving...

(But she still has little desk trees stored safely away, surprise Mistletoe in her pockets...)

But she must wait.........

#IC Post #christmas magic

twiceminded:

He rests his chin on her head, like he’s done a couple times before. “I’m glad you understand. I wasn’t going to just leave you. Promise.” When she lets go, Al moves back to smile down at her.

“It was decent enough. I’ve gathered my sanity up and put it back in my head, at least.”

She is small and full of love! “’S Probably best ya came back when ya did... Any sooner an’ ya mighta been Victim ta Christmas in July.” Up on her tip toes to give him two little kisses.

“That’s good. An’ if ya e’er need a break again, I’ll be glad t’give ya as much space as a need!”

#twiceminded

With @twiceminded from here

Eventually she does relent with the kisses, just opting to keep her arms wrapped around him. “Yer fine. I understand needin’ ta get away for a while.” Then she finally lets go and beams up at him. “Did ya ‘ave a good time?”

#twiceminded

Lucy is. positively vibrating

(It’s too early)

But she’s vibrating with energy!!!

(Just five more days)

#IC Musings #((haha get it. Because it's a literal miracle she hasn't already decorated everything and everyone in Christmas gear))

Lucy turns a page in the book she’s reading.

#ic musings

sonoflayton:

❝ I’d be careful flaunting that, if I were you . It would be a shame if someone were to— ❞

With speed comparable to a bolt of lightning, a long, thin arm swiftly zips out, snatching two cookies from Lucy’s plate, right under her nose. Al holds the sweets out of her reach, a tantalizing, taunting distance above her head. She isn’t exactly in a place to retaliate, he believes, after all, he’s a whole foot taller than her. What’s she going to do, scale him like a tree? Kick him in the shins?

❝ —do this . ❞ There goes Al, taking a bite from one of the coveted cookies. What a shame indeed. // a meme long lost to time.

Lucy’s eyes lock on the cookies in Al’s hand.

So you have chosen death.

She reaches up and twisted one hand into his collar and then shoved the other against his waist, aiming to drag him down to her level as she gets up on her tip toes and bites the other part of the cookie right from his mouth.

In another situation, with another person, This might be very romantic! Buuuut right now Lucy was more focused on getting her cookie back from the thief than anything.

#sonoflayton

Dear Victoria,

Dear Vic!!!

I’m so excited to have a roommate! I’ll be sad to leave 221C, but getting a different landlord will be a blessing!!

We’re gonna be great roommates, I can feel it! And you’ll get to meet Fintan! He’s a baby, but I’m sure you’ll get along great!

Oh we do need to actually talk about where we want to move to! uh, some things have changed for me so money isn’t really a problem anymore! I’ll clip everything I can find about flats (or maybe even a house!) for rent!!

Your future roommate!

Lucy!!

#Anonymous

Dear Fintan,

Dear Fintan.

You are baby! but one day... you won’t be anymore. And I thought you’d outlive me. Maybe you will.

I love you.

Lucy.

#Anonymous

Dear dead alternate Lucy,

Dear other me,

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

#Anonymous