#and background))

MF was working in a flower shop during his late teens for a little bit of extra cash. One customer always came in and always asked about flowers and their meanings and always left with a sentimental bouquet.

Many times the customer, a boy a little younger than him, would ask what flowers he liked. And because MF was all for making his boss (Shen Jiu) happy, he would lie and say he couldn't choose then recommend whatever flower they were trying to sell.

And of course this customer would buy them and leave while looking like a happy puppy.

But when MF has to enter university, he drops the flower shop job to focus on his education. It's grueling and he's overworked. He starts having problems with his family. And eventually after a big argument, he's disowned, and he drops out.

He soon meets and befriends the sister owner of some tattoo shop (Liu Mingyan) that feels bad enough for him to let him crash with her. MF soon starts getting taught by LMY's brother because he doesn't have anything better to do.

After learning and learning, LQG tells him to practice by himself. MF does and even does a few tattoos on himself once he's confident. He feels proud of himself because he knows his parents would HATE to see him with tattoos.

Soon enough he's employed by LQG and he's doing well for himself. (In the background, liujiu is having their own flower shop x tattoo artist romance/arguing homoerotically across the street going on)

And on a random day, MF is alone manning the shop (b/c LQG is arguing with SJ again) when a guy comes in. Some fuckboy player type with a girl behind him, clearly mad at him. MF vaguely recognizes the guy, but it doesn't ring a bell yet.

The couple is arguing. The girl is demanding the guy that he gets a tattoo of her name to show his loyalty, the guy is clearly trying to gaslight her. They end up breaking up right in front of MF. And MF is just like

The girl storms off, leaving the guy there. The guy turns to MF to ask what he's looking at, and then he seems to recognize MF. And suddenly, he's asking MF what tattoos he could get now.

MF is confused but they didn't have an appointment soon, so he had time to give him something. MF gives this guy his portfolio and he's flipping through it and talking to him.

Eventually the guy asks for some large, ornate design and MF goes "woah 😨" and tells him if he wants something that big he will need to schedule it and that he didn't recommend something that big as a first tattoo. The guy insists and MF pushes back. Eventually they agreed on something small based on a picture of some old jade pendant the guy had saved.

MF thinks that's all, but the guy returns again and again. MF would eventually learn his name too. Every time a tattoo healed, LBH would return to get another. MF sometimes would tell him to wait longer. They would talk sometimes and MF started to feel like these tattoos were needle therapy for LBH.

One day LBH notices the flower tattoos MF has on his arm, and asks about them. MF tells him that he was always rather fond of jasmine flowers, and that he even liked the tea and how it reminded him of his family.

LBH hums in response and then tells MF he wants a big piece again. MF finally gives in and helps him schedule the multiple sessions for it after they settled on a design.

The first session LBH brings him food, by now MF begrudgingly trusts LBH so he accepts it. The second session LBH brings a box of expensive jasmine tea, and MF brews some after he leaves and thinks about his family for the first time in a while.

The next session LBH brings silk jasmine flowers and says they won't wilt like his feelings for MF. MF makes a joke about needing to be invited to dinner first, but he does keep the flowers.

The last session LBH gives MF his number and says how he's willing to try dinner first. MF does save the number.

Finally i have internet to post again!🗣️🙌🙌

I really like the scene in the tunnel of love because they're so funny. I plan on drawing more of them on their frist quest because i have so many Pages saved... But for now here it's those two being dumb!😎🎉

Thanks for the tag @hobbitwrangler ! I will follow your lead of a Thengling snippet, this one featuring Théodwyn and my personal little pet HC that she hated Thorongil, aka Aragorn in disguise. Here she is, all of 17 and getting into it with her least favorite court visitor because she absolutely, does NOT want to marry some sneaky, false-named mercenary, no matter how good a fighter he is or how strongly Morwen is pushing that agenda on her.

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“You seem determined to make this conversation difficult for me,” he said with a wince.

“Well I’m certainly not trying to make it easy. If there is one thing you take from this dinner, I hope it is the crystal clear understanding that I don’t need some mysterious sword-for-hire with unstated motives to come in and sweep me off my feet. It doesn’t matter how badly my mother wants that to happen. So if that’s what you came to do, you can go try your luck in Gondor instead. I hear Denethor’s wife is unhappy; maybe you could please her. But as for me, there are plenty of good men right here in the Mark. Men who are very clear about who they are, what they want and why they do what they do.”

Her gaze strayed across the room, and he followed her eyes to Éomund, seated beside his father amongst the men of Aldburg.

“So you wish to be closer to Éofara’s son?”

She looked away quickly, mortified, and though she commanded herself not to blush, that only guaranteed that the blood rushed to her face all the faster. A harsh retort came to her lips, some cheap jibe about Thorongil’s stork-like legs or his scraggly beard that even the Rohirrim stableboys could best — anything to distract from the embarrassment of having her true feelings perceived, and by the worst person she could imagine. But at the last moment, she held back her insult. Embarrassment aside, she didn’t want to give up a chance to talk further of Éomund, as such chances did not often present themselves. And what did it matter if Thorongil knew of her attraction to the dashing young man of the East-mark? His vexing presence was soon to be gone anyway, heading out on some seeker’s journey to Rhûn. She abandoned any attempt at nonchalance and turned to face him instead. “What do you know of Éomund?” she demanded.

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Ah, that’s much better now 🖐️😌👌