#ladydimitrescu

lady dimitrescu x watermelon trend.

so excited to finally share my piece for @hmosexymanzine !!! I had so much fun fitting in as many sexymen as I could...The zine is completely free, go check out their page to view yours! There's so many interactions in this piece that I just love... This zine really made me fall in love with these huge character compilations, so look forward to more prints in this style! Check out the detail shots below:

Alcina treats airplanes the same way she treats any other kind of transport — by weighing pros and cons. The pros are obvious: a chance to lounge in a wide business-class seat, an eager steward swiftly setting up her footstool so she can lean back comfortably.

Even so, her Rubensian forms still find the space a tad tight, but the view from the window, a glass of fresh blood in hand, and a plate of dripping blue rare steak makes the flight hours glide by.

Her daughters are sitting together somewhere behind her, bickering over which movie to watch, trying to sync it on their individual screens, and holding a mini-competition: which one of them can catch the cute steward’s attention first. The key here is not to get too loud — if they will cross Alcina, the next flight might be spent in the cargo hold.

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Donna views on airplanes are purely practical. To her, it is fast, convenient, and statistically the safest form of travel. She chooses the very first row in economy, so Angie can settle comfortably next to her. During the flight, Angie behaves like a tiny, unstoppable force of chaos — pestering stewards with endless questions and demands for water, snacks, and a coloring book, asking how to turn on cartoons, trying to unbuckle her seatbelt long before the plane has reached cruising altitude…

By the time the plane lands, Donna feels utterly drained. Angie drags her down the aisle, reaches for the overhead bins, tries to open the emergency exit, sends the surrounding passengers into sheer panic, and hops impatiently near the exit as soon as the wheels touch down.

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Moreau prefers the middle rows of economy, buying both the aisle seat and the one beside it. If the second seat happens to be by the window and the weather is clear, he marvels at the mountains, forests, and fields sliding by below.

For lunch, he always chooses fish and often requests an extra cup of tea or even two if he fancies a little extra. When he grows weary of the view, he dozes happily, though he might watch a film if something that sparks his interest. To him, a plane is no different from a carriage, a car, or a ship — just another way to travel.

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Heisenberg isn’t afraid of heights. He isn’t afraid of flying. In fact, he’s fascinated by airplanes as a feat of engineering and someday he dreams to build one with his own hands.

But to sit inside a hunk of metal assembled by who-knows-whom? What if the engineer miscalculated the thickness of a plate? Or the factory, producing the bolts, churned out a bunch of faulty ones? What if the worker half-assed the last couple of screws?

And don’t even get him started on the pilot — for that person Karl has quite a list as well.

If he could, he would personally check the entire plane, down to the very last screw, before boarding. Since he cannot, he picks a window seat just behind the wing, keeping a sharp eye on it during the flight. He brings a stack of books, a notebook for his ideas and plans, and his old cassette player, but ends up white-knuckling the armrests and glaring out the window.

He only loosens up during the meal service, always demanding a generous pour of beer if it’s on offer.

Chapter One - Prologue

Two survivors, one redacted secret, and a virus that refuses to stay dormant.

Has Alcina gone mad, or is she simply on route to discovery? -------------

Then, as Krause typed at the computer, Alcina caught a glimpse of her file—just for a fraction of a second.

Host B – Proto-T Derivative. Convergence risk.

One subtitle in the file read.