Another day, another idea. What is it this time around? Well, I've been dabbling in Flowerpot ideas again. For the uninitiated, what is Flowerpot? It is the non-canon, fan pairing of Harry Potter and Fleur Delacour. This, like many other stories, has many flavors ranging from absolutely dark and depraved to fluffy/lighthearted but depraved in bed. It's pretty much dealer's choice. For example, I'm reading "Back? Not really" by grumpywolf (id: 13889193) where her portrayal is a bit different than in say "The Purpose of Wings" by Charlennette (id: 13745570); again, lots to work with and people have. A while back I did a crackish lewdfic between Harry/Luna involving potions and magic; I then proceeded to actually describe the scene later on. Today I wanted to do something a bit... different in regards to the concept of magic and potions going awry. And what would that be? What if in the search for spicing up their love life, Harry and Fleur accidentally turn Harry into a woman for the night? And Fleur, being the minx she is, decides to show her husband the pleasures of being a woman?
Of course, there are many ways of exploring this concept. Let's go with one-part unknown magical heritage and one-part magic accident (not to be confused with "accidental magic"). As you know in real life, we have dominant and recessive genes, and Harry is a Black by family relation, and both Nymphadora and Teddy, of Black heritage, have Metamorph powers, who's to say that Harry doesn't have it too but that it's recessive and needs a little... encouragement to come out? A little magic encouragement that was never intended to happen? Like through potions experimentation? You can get what I'm getting at: a lab accident causes the recessive Metamorph gene to become active and Harry changes forms to become a woman and he and Fleur have a bit of a night with it. So, with that covered, let's get this show on the road.
Title: [undecided]
Rating: Explicit M for lewdness.
Pairing: Harry/Fleur.
Summary: Harry and Fleur are the ideal couple. They're loyal to each other, have plans for a very large family, and have a very active and imaginative sex life. One day after a day in the office as an Auror, Harry gets exposed to a potion that causes some... unique changes in him, awakening a Metamorph gene and his body transforming itself to be a woman. Fleur, seeing a unique opportunity, decides to show her husband the pleasures of being a woman firsthand.
Disclaimer: I own nothing other than my copy of MS Word and my desktop. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. I only own this little concept in her world. See the foreword for the full disclaimer.
WARNING: This chapter contains lewd content between two consenting, fictional adults in a fictional world where magic is a thing. This chapter will contain themes of lesbian sex between two biologically female characters, albeit one with a man's mind in one of them. It will also have toys and potentially, because of metamorph abilities, futa. If you are uncomfortable with any of this, please proceed to the next chapter.
Disclaimer, the second: I am a straight dude. This entire scenario was written based on no actual experience in the presented acts and references many things ranging from hentai and other pornographic sources. Don't crucify me if I didn't get this 100% right.
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London was a grey, rainy mess. Lightning arced across the clouds and thunder boomed mostly far away. Through the pouring rain ran a woman wearing a hooded cloak. Her hurried steps echoed through the borderline abandoned streets as leather and rubber met cobbled stone. Her worried expression pushed all who may try and ask 'what's wrong?' aside. She entered a building of medical origin and flipped her hood down to showcase, albeit accidentally, her platinum-blonde hair and sky-blue eyes. She walked to the receptionist's desk and asked one thing, "Where is he?"
"Umm," one of the nurses fumbled over clipboards looking for charts, "fourth floor, the Potions Exposure wing."
Without waiting for permission to enter, she passed the desk and entered the elevator, pressing the button she needed for the fourth floor. Arriving she exited the elevator and entered the Potions Exposure wing of St. Mungo's. It was a wing dedicated to potions-related injuries. When Fleur had gotten a Patronus stating that her husband had been sent to the hospital in the line of duty, she originally worried as any good wife would for their husband. But the potions wing? What had happened while Harry was at work?
She opened the doors to the wing with a borderline overkill door opening which caused all eyes to be on her. Granted, under normal circumstances that wasn't difficult to do with just her presence alone; after all, she was Veela in heritage and otherworldly beauty was sort of their thing.
"Harry?!" she shouted out.
"Here," a meek, female voice replied.
Fleur looked to her right and saw a woman that looked like a strange cross between Andromeda Tonks and Harry's own father. She had C-cup breasts, what appeared to be a lithe/athletic form, pale skin, and long black hair. Looking closer at the facial structure, Fleur could detect see how this would be Harry if he were a girl. She was dressed in a hospital gown and was being tended to by a few nurses and a healer. "Harry?" she asked for confirmation.
"Yeah," the girl answered once again.
"What happened?" Fleur asked as she sat down.
Her now-girl-husband rubbed the back of her head in embarrassment. "Well... we were executing a raid on a former Death Eater's establishment and they were working on a potion in the middle of the room we entered. A stray spell from my partner blew up the cauldron and splashed me with its contents. As I was distracted with dueling the only inhabitant, I didn't notice until it was too late. They were able to put up a shield, I wasn't. I thought I was fine for a bit, but my body started to shift as soon as we finished the arrest. I passed out and woke up here about maybe an hour ago?" The healer beside him nodded to confirm the latter.
"What happened to him?" she asked the healer.
"It appears the potion that he was exposed to reawakened a long-dormant trait inherited from the Black family, Metamorphmagus, but then locked it in place leaving him in the form he's currently in. We've sent a sample of that potion to the best potions masters in the country to further examine it and how to reverse it."
"Is there anything... wrong with him?" Fleur asked, entirely unsure what to ask.
"No, he's a perfectly healthy woman in her late twenties."
"Woman? As in-?" she looked down, her gaze landing on her husband's groin.
"All the plumbing," the healer confirmed with a nod.
"Can I go home now?" Harry asked. Clearly, he was tired of being poked and prodded.
"We'd like to perform a few more tests, but then yes, you can leave with your wife."
The tests couldn't be done soon enough. Harry, still in his female form, was walked out in a wheelchair by a nurse, but the healer kept Fleur for a few more moments. "There is one thing in which I'd excise caution on," he started. "Due to him having full female anatomy pregnancy should be avoided at all costs."
"Pregnancy?" Fleur asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes. While I don't expect something to happen to such a powerful wizar- witch like Harry considering hi- her track record, if something were to happen and she became pregnant we won't be able to reverse this change until either it's been terminated or comes to completion," the healer warned. "You are hi- her spouse, so you should know all of the potential risks."
"Why the warning? I'm a woman who can't, you know, grow a penis."
"Again, I don't expect anything to happen. But we have so little on Metamorphs, how they work, and how magic actually impacts their anatomy. The only ones that we have records of are Nymphadora and Theodore Lupin in the last century alone. A lot was lost in the bombings in the 1940s in our medical journals and there isn't much documented about Metamorphs worldwide either as they appear to be only localized to the Isles, the United States, Canada, New Zealand, and Australia."
"The UK and former English colonies," Fleur observed and the healer nodded.
"I've reached out, but since those communities are still a little... sensitive to their 'cousins' treatment of them in the past, it may be some time before I hear anything back. I've started to draft letters to international contacts as well, but there's a possibility that we may come up with nothing as the term 'metamorph' may not exist in their language or lexicon."
"I understand."
"Keep us posted of any changes," the healer said as he held out his business card which she took and placed in a pocket.
Fleur nodded and left, meeting up with the nurse that was wheeling Harry out. "What was that about?" Harry asked.
"The healer just wanted to give me his card just in case we need to let him know about any condition changes you have."
"Oh."
They walked out into the atrium where a set of Floo Network fireplaces were situated. She lifted him out of the wheelchair, his female form being infinitely lighter than his as a male, and helped him inside. In a flash of powder, they were back in their estate. The first order of business was getting clothing for Harry as he had none. The one small blessing in all of this was that he was just a smidge smaller than her for almost everything minus shoes. But given that he was on medical leave, those wouldn't be too important at this moment in time. Fleur scoured her wardrobe for 'appropriate' pieces of clothing for him to wear. And by appropriate, it was more so finding clothes he'd be comfortable in. After all, her husband was comfortable with stereotypical men's clothing and likely wouldn't be wearing a sundress anytime soon, despite the time he wore a kilt for Seamus's bachelor party. But she finally found something she thought would work and walked to the bathroom where Harry was cleaning up.
Meanwhile, with Harry, the shower started just fine. Well, until he started to feel his skin. As opposed to his normal body, this womanly one's skin was much more sensitive to touch and temperature. What started as fingertips tracing his smooth-skinned arms led to him gently touching his womanly curves and abdomen which led to the cupping of his new breasts and sensitive nipples and his hand trailed to his, apparently, fully-functional snatch when the door opened.
"Harry?" Fleur asked as she walked in with clothes and his arms instantly snapped away and continued to clean himself.
"Y-yes?" he cleared his feminine throat.
"I have some clothes that I'd like you to try on when you're do-," she immediately stopped as she sniffed the air before humming in thought.
"Is there something wrong?"
Fleur opened the shower door to see her naked husband's female body and what she saw immediately confirmed what she had smelled: pheromones. The flush on her cheeks, breasts and pubic area hinted at what her husband had been doing with her new body, with that, she got a devilish smirk. Fleur pulled Harry out of the shower and with a wave of her wand cast both a drying charm and conjured a robe for her husband. A nice, soft one; the kinds you'd get at the fancy, high-class resorts. Within seconds she had him on their bed and was sitting beside him.
"You're not angry, are you?" Harry asked.
"Angry?" Fleur asked. "Why would I be angry?"
"Well, I was touching a body that isn't really my body," he sheepishly replied.
Fleur could only smile warmly. "It's not bad that you want to explore your own body. In fact, I remember exploring myself quite a bit and learning a lot about what I did and didn't like. Information that you have used very competently in bed," she teased which caused Harry's cheeks to light up in red. 'It's been such a long time since I've seen him embarrassed like this,' she thought sinfully. She placed a soft hand on his thigh and slowly slid to the top of his thigh and slowly caressed it. "You know," Fleur started, "you've experienced the pleasure of sex as a man." She leaned into his ear and added huskily, "How would you like to experience it as a woman?" She flicked her finger lightly across the crease of the skin where his thigh met and his groin.
Harry was in shock, not because his wife was coming on to him – as this was either a nightly or bi-nightly occurrence in their household where every room in their home had been Christened multiple times over – but it was the fact that he was reacting to it like a maiden to her first crush. Granted he was a maiden in every sense of the word; hymen included. His feminine cheeks were blushing with embarrassment and his core was begging to be touched by the woman next to him. His heart was beating at an irrational state to the point where it felt like it'd explode through his throat and out of his mouth and his stomach was filled with butterflies. His hands were clammy as nerves took over. He hadn't felt this way since he first had sex with Fleur the night of their wedding (granted they had sex many times before that, but that night was a special kind of love-making that he genuinely felt nervous about).
"How about it?" she huskily added as her fingers trailed and hovered right above his slit, the heat radiating off of it like a furnace. "Shall I turn this petite fleur into a beautiful blossom?"
"Y-yes," Harry nervously bit out.
Fleur smiled before squealing for a second before that was cut off as their lips met. Harry couldn't help but let her take control as he let him be (wo)manhandled by his wife. Her tongue penetrated his mouth and had its way with his. They parted and Fleur set Harry in the center of their large king-size bed and flicked her wand making all her clothes vanish and appear in a neatly folded pile, revealing the nude veela in all her stunning glory. She did the same and Harry's robe also disappeared off to the side. Instinctively, Harry's right arm went to cover his groin as he crossed his legs and his left covered his breasts.
"My sweet girl," Fleur cooed, "you don't need to cover yourself in front of me." Her hands moved to gently move his hands aside. "Show me all of your beauty Reveal everything to me." Harry surrendered to his wife's gentle instructions and let his arms go slack. She gently removed his arms from covering his breasts and the hand that covered his pussy, but his legs remained crossed. "What beautiful breasts you have," Fleur said as she cupped her husband's new boobs supportively as if her hands were a bra. "So perky and soft," she observed. Her fingertips gently moved over the nipples which hardened with just the slightest brush. "Oh, and these are so sensitive. We'll have fun with them later." She moved to look at Harry's legs and took both and gently spread the so while flat-footed on the bed, his knees were in the air. "Oh, and what a pretty pink pussy you have." Fleur's fingertips moved ever so gently over the outer lips which were already moist indicating just how turned-on Harry was. Harry could feel the delightfully tingling pleasure that came from this and softly moaned. "Let's take a closer look, no?"
Fleur lay down on her belly as she placed her head between her husband's legs. With one hand she gently rubbed her husband's feminine rear and with her other used her index and middle fingers to gently part her husband's wet lips to show the pretty pink inner lips, his pussy itself, and his clitoris. "What a pretty pussy and clitoris," Fleur praised. She fingered the hole's rim and felt him pucker wanting to draw her pinky in. She ran the pad of her finger over his clitoris which caused him to pant and shiver from the sensation. "Oh, someone likes their clitoris," Fleur teased. She moved her lips a tiny bit away from his clitoris. Harry could feel her breath on him. She formed an O with her perfectly soft lips and used them to surround his little bean before gently sucking at it. His pelvic floor muscles stiffened as this new sensation was brought to him, his eyes rolling up into his head with these new waves of pleasure shooting through him.
Fleur knew that these new sensations would be too much at first, so she ceased. She proceeded to give butterfly kisses from her husband's pussy, up his chest, atop a nipple, on his neck, before kissing him deeply with their tongues intertwining. She moaned into her husband's mouth and pushed for dominance. After all, she was going to show him how pleasure was for a woman, and what better way to do so was by her hand?
She lifted Harry's feminine body up and slid behind him so she was spooning him from behind; his nude back against her nude front. She rested her chin on the nook of his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his abdomen pulling him closer to her. As she did, she leaned back so they were in a more comfortable position. She arched her own legs and with the soft balls of her feet and heels played footsie with her husband's own soft feet gently.
"You are so beautiful; do you know that?" Fleur complimented as she kissed the nook of his neck.
Harry moaned softly, "I should be the one telling you that. You're the veela."
"But it doesn't mean that this body of yours isn't beautiful to me, non?" she asked as she continued to leave light kisses on his neck and shoulder. "And I am flattered that you think I'm beautiful. But tonight is about you, mon fleur." She moved her hands to Harry's C-cup breasts whose nipples were already hard. She began to gently caress and cup them before she started to gently knead them like pieces of dough. "Enjoy it, let your voice be heard," Fleur encouraged seeing Harry's face scrunch up in stifled pleasure. Listening to his wife, he let himself go and started to moan. "That's right, my love. Enjoy it."
She flicked his nipples with a finger every so often which elicited a cute yelp. Getting a bit mischievous, she gently played with one nipple. Pinching, squeezing it, twisting it gently with the pads of her fingers. This made Harry let out even more cute, little moans. Oh, she'd need to suck on them later as Harry had done to her plenty of times. She thinks that he'll enjoy that. With her one hand still kneading his one breast, she snaked the hand that had been playing with his other breast's nipple down his stomach, leaving light little touches along the way as she did until she reached his pussy. All this basic teasing and foreplay had made him a sopping mess down under. He was so wet that she could probably ram a dildo inside him without any discomfort, but she meant what she said and she was going to take her time and give her husband-turned-wife a night to remember.
Something that would also hopefully inspire some reciprocation in return well after he regained his male body as well. After all, this was a time for him to gather valuable insight into the female sex drive and sexuality.
Fleur let her middle finger play with his pussy lips, rubbing against them firmly yet gently which caused him to moan once more. She plunged her finger between her lover's wet folds until her finger was wrapped around by wet lips and felt her lover's vagina, but she didn't penetrate it yet. She toyed with the entrance rubbing her finger around it which caused Harry to moan all the more. Once she felt like she had teased with her husband enough, she plunged the first digit to ever enter her lover slowly inside his pussy. His soft, wet walls clung to her finger subliminally in the back of his mind inviting her finger deeper inside him. Once she was knuckle deep, she started to feel around for the spongy patch of skin on the upper pubic region. Finding the patch of sensitive skin, she started to rub it while putting some gentle pressure on it. The reaction from Harry was immediate as he spasmed having a mini-orgasm: a taste of what was to come. Literally.
"What, ah~, was that!?" Harry exclaimed with pleasured gasps.
"That? It was your G-Spot," Fleur replied with a wicked grin as she rubbed it again, feeling her lover clench at her finger, hungry for more. "One of the gateways to female pleasure." She let go of Harry's breast and reached into their bedside table pulling out a pink, soft sex toy with a single point on it. She withdrew her finger from her lover's pussy and spread her lips wide and placed the indent over his clitoris and turned on the toy. Immediately, soft suction and gentle vibrations were applied directly to his clitoris. His knees tried to clench his legs together, but her own intertwined legs prevented this. She cast a spell on it that held it in place, gently rocking it back and forth. She then pulled out a slim dildo toy that had an odd shape to it but looked to be made of the same material. While unneeded with how wet he was, she still lubed it up and when ready she placed it at his entrance and let it invade him, and turned it on. Again, he spasmed as he felt the waves of pleasure flow through him. "Do you feel that?" Fleur asked.
"Y-yes," he got out while gasping.
"The clitoral vibrator we purchased a few months and the G-Spot vibrator teasing your G-Spot and clitoris? Revel in how that feels, sink deeper into pleasure," Fleur instructed.
Harry had no need to argue with her, everything felt great. He closed his eyes to focus on it, only to feel two pinching sensations on his nipples. He opened his eyes to see that on his nipples were nipple clamps and looking behind him he saw a mischievously smiling Fleur. While he felt the painful pinches, he didn't not like it. That was confirmed with Fleur tugging the chain that connected the two clamps and he had to bite his lip.
"You like this, don't you?" she teased. When Harry didn't respond she added, "There is no shame in it, pleasure is pleasure. Enjoy it!" It seemed like Fleur wasn't quite done with his holes yet as he felt another intrusion behind him as Fleur moaned. "Sorry, forgot one. Double-sided dildo," she explained.
Fleur moaned as the faux phallus entered her soaking wet snatch. Oh, she was getting off already to the sight of her husband getting off, but she needed something a little more to finish the job. She cast a sticking charm on her vibrating wand (yes, the famous one seen in many-a Japanese porno) and stuck it to her pussy which pressed into Harry's back and turned it on the highest setting immediately being assaulted by good vibes to her clitoris and the toy inside her – and inside Harry. The two of them moaned as they got closer and closer to the point of no return.
"I feel something coming!" he moaned loudly.
"Yes! Let it out! Come for me!" Fleur moaned sexily in his ear.
Harry couldn't hold it back any longer and let loose and his world went blank as it felt like he had been blasted with the most powerful Lumos on top of a taser as he spasmed uncontrollably. Fleur came herself but it was nowhere on the level of what Harry was experiencing. As he spasmed like someone being possessed on top of screaming out in absolute ecstasy, she was holding him lovingly in place so he didn't hurt himself. As soon as she removed the toy from his pussy, he started to squirt uncontrollably. All the while, Fleur kept kissing him from jaw down to his shoulder allowing her lover to ride out his first female orgasm. And then his second, and third shortly thereafter. Feeling like he had enough, for now, she turned off the vibrators and removed them so he could settle down.
"What," Harry panted as he finally came back to reality, "what was that?"
"You've been blessed with multiple orgasms," Fleur explained as she continued to lay butterfly kisses on her lover. "Not many people have that their first time."
"Fleur?" Harry asked with some reservations.
"Yes, my love?"
"We may have a problem."
"Problem?" Fleur looked over her lover's shoulder to see her beloved's cock erect and standing at attention. "Oh my," she noted. Not out of shock, but out of interest.
Harry lifted himself up showing that he had both sets of plumbing: a cock and pussy. "Fleur?" Funnily enough, the double-ended dildo was still in his ass dangling like another cock.
"Yes?" Fleur asked as she was being filled with lust herself.
"Can I fuck you like this?"
"Of course, you can!" she replied eagerly with a smile. "Put your girlcock in my pussy," she begged as she spread her snatch to show off just how needy it was. He lowered himself between her legs and positioned himself at her wet, needy pussy. Before he could thrust inside her, she pulled the toy from his ass, cast a cleaning charm on it, and inserted it into her own. She had one final surprise for her lover. "Enter me, mon cher," she invited.
Harry wasted no time and plunged his cock inside her causing Fleur to moan as the welcome feeling of her lover's warmth stretched her out. Before she could lose herself fully, she used her wand to move the other end of the dildo and had it drill inside Harry's pussy. He, too, moaned as he felt what it was like to do both the penetrating and being penetrated at the same time. Fleur loved being double stuffed and had to make a mental reminder to look into certain spells for future lovemaking with her husband. She contemplated summoning a plug as well for Harry but figured it may be too much for now. Fleur wrapped her arms and legs around Harry locking him in place as he bottomed out inside her. This close together, their breasts squished against one another, she started to kiss Harry and he returned it with gusto.
Feeling settled, he started to thrust and the two of them moaned. "Yes! Use your British conqueror to invade my fertile French beach!" Fleur called out.
"Really?" Harry said as he panted, "A Normandy reference?" But any reply Fleur could have made was instead returned by her kissing him again. They continued for what felt like hours. The sheets were well since soaked with their sweat and the air was filled with the sounds and smells of sex on top of the pheromones that veela gave off on top of their magical Allure. Gasps turned into squeals and moans both loud and quiet. The wet, squelching sounds of toy and cock entering pussy encouraged the pair to keep it up until the bitter end. Finally, Harry felt the pressure build in his cock to the point where it was unable to be ignored. "Fleur, I'm-!"
"Yes! Come inside me! Claim your veela wife's pussy with your girlcock. Fill me with your seed!" Harry, unable to hold back with his wife's pleas bust a metaphorical nut and filled his wife's waiting womb with something equating to semen. He shuddered in pleasure as he felt himself come with his pussy and cock to the point where he almost lost his mind again. It didn't help that Fleur's perfect pussy was milking his cock in an attempt to get every last drop out of him. Unable to hold himself up, he fell onto Fleur's welcoming chest, using her breasts as pillows and nodding off to the sound of her heartbeat. She hummed, "Yes, you must be tired." She wrapped her arms around him as she too felt herself start to drift off, all the while keeping her husband's cock inside her. She placed a kiss on his feminine forehead. "Good night, mon amour."
The next morning, Fleur found herself alone in bed. She picked herself up as she smelled the sweet-smelling smell of breakfast. She found one of Harry's dress shirts, the button-up kind, and fastened it as she walked out not even bothering to put on any undergarments. This wouldn't be the first time that walking out like this led to a morning snack as she liked to put it.
She walked into the kitchen and found Harry cooking breakfast, but he was once again a man. "Harry?"
"Oh, good morning, love," he said as he walked over to kiss her on the forehead. "How did you sleep?"
"You're…" she started unsure of what exactly to say.
"A man again?" She nodded. "I don't know what happened, but when I woke up, I was my normal self. However," he trailed as he started to shift into the girl she had slept with last night and took his place. "I can now shift at will between these two forms." He then sauntered over to Fleur as he shifted his hips sultrily like she had done plenty of times to him before. "And I wouldn't be against an encore performance tonight," he said huskily in that female-sounding voice of his in Fleur's ear as he nipped her earlobe.
'Merlin, what beast have I awoken?' Fleur thought in slight horror. But then again, last night was fun.
The end.
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And with that, one more idea is concluded. Quite a wild one, wasn't it? One thing I will say right away is that I know some won't like the fact that Fleur doesn't "speak" with a French accent. I get where you're coming from, but at the same time, you need to hear me out here. Writing with a "French" accent in written word is a legitimate pain in the ass. You've all heard a French accent before whether it be a comical imitation for comedic value or a legitimate one. I have full confidence in my readership audience that you are capable of imagining a French accent while reading normal English words. Other than that, there's not much else to say about this one other than it was written over a week or so, so you can imagine that I'm certainly happy to be done with this one.
On to other story ideas. I have recently been getting into Fate fics, so you may see a pilot or two in the coming times (as you know, the backlog grows) involving that franchise. On top of that, I'm working on an Ace Combat/RWBY oneshot loosely based on the final mission of The Belkan War and the Battle of Beacon. I've been reading (listening) to Star Wars: Rogue Squadron, the old EU book series, and am wanting to practice my writing when it involves combat as that's the focus of the finale of that one other pilot I've been working with (the FRANXX one). I do have a newer concept that I'm exploring, that being a Dress-up Darling/Komi-san crossover pilot so that should be fun. Due to Uncle from another world, I've come up with a potential AU final interaction with Elf-san and Uncle that could be spoilers; the only reason I stress "could" is because the series hasn't gotten to that point yet. Lastly, I'm going to be going through my backlog again to try and clean up more of the stuff that I've started but left for future-me to write.
On to off-platform stuff. The printer of the 3d variety has been ripping away this summer and I'm planning 2 new videos on my Odysee channel (channel name in my bio here) on those projects, so stay tuned for those. It was a tedious amount of fun with those projects and they'll certainly be on display one of these days on a shelf or something. Granted I still need to get 2 other projects that I worked on before I moved onto the channel, but I've been troubleshooting them and that's been a process, especially when the material needed to troubleshoot is not cheap these days.
Lastly, personal stuff. My work has finally informed me that I will be swapping into the role I was promoted to next month, so I am definitely looking forward to that since it's been a long time coming. So, I'm definitely excited about this. What I don't know right now is if this position will free me up or lower the amount of time, I have to work on projects like FFN. I've discussed this with someone in DMs, but there will come a day when my last days on this site will come and I'll move on to other, greater things. But enough with the doomer talk, let's move on to the next idea. Right. Got to get through all of them one day.
Let me know what you thought of this idea in the usual places. If you want to send me a tip, anon addresses are in my bio, (since I mentioned it in this chapter) check me out on Odysee for stuff I'm doing there. And I'll see you in whatever I decide to work on next.