#brew engineer

[doctors-order-coffee]

That’s the name she chose for herself. Why do you think she should go by a diffrent name? Are you bullying her? Is willow even happy? She dosnt like talking to me about these things. I miss her. She doesn’t want me worried. But I’m worried. Is she enjoying her work? Are you boys treating her okay!?

how is willow doing?

@doctors-order-coffee

👁 👁

Well, why don’t you tell me where y’ heard that name, partner?

[quixotic-paladin]

So glad I'm not the only person crazy enough to play Baldur's Gate on a freaking laptop

[quatregats]

All my Hornblower fics can actually be sorted into "what if mutiny" or "what if gender"

[brew-berry-a-trash-artist]

Tf2 comics based off in game encounters I never finished

When I played MVM with some cool people

The time somebody was surprised that I was 19 (at the time)

And my personal favourite, based off of an encounter that lasted 2 seconds

[alchemyofazeroth]

Dwarven Zymology, Alchemy in Mining, & Industrial Alchemy

Zymology is a highly advanced discipline that the dwarves of Ironforge have mastered over many centuries. Their alchemical expertise enables them to concoct potent brews and ingenious fuels that power their mining operations and machines. For example, the dwarves have developed a high-proof distilled alcohol that serves as an efficient fuel source for their steam-powered excavators, allowing them to delve deep into the earth in search of precious ores and gems.

The dwarves developed blasting powders by carefully combining saltpeter, sulfur, and charcoal in precise ratios. When ignited, these powders rapidly expand, fracturing even the hardest rock and greatly accelerating the mining process. Dwarven alchemists also concoct special metal-eating acids that can precisely etch intricate runes and channels into stone and metal components.

Other alchemical inventions help dwarven miners survive the dangers of their profession, such as glowstones that emit light without flame when exposed to air, healing salves that rapidly close wounds, and breathing tonics that let dwarves survive the noxious fumes sometimes released during mining operations.

The Cultural Composition of Ironforge

The cultural composition of Ironforge, the ancient underground city of the dwarves, is a fascinating tapestry woven from the distinct traditions of its inhabitants. The city's population primarily consists of three dwarven clans - the Bronzebeard clan, the Wildhammer clan, and the Dark Iron clan - who united in Ironforge after centuries of conflict, bringing their unique customs, crafting styles, and ways of life together under one great stone roof. This alliance of clans has created a rich and vibrant dwarven culture that permeates every corner of the city, from the ringing of hammers in the Great Forge to the sounds of laughter and clinking mugs in the bustling taverns.

In more recent times, the gnomes of Gnomeregan have also taken up residence in Ironforge after their own city fell to ruin. The gnomes carved out their own district known as Tinkertown, where their love for all things mechanical and technological has flourished, adding yet another layer to Ironforge's cultural milieu. The presence of gnomish inventors, tinkerers, and engineers has brought both innovation and a touch of whimsy to the city's atmosphere.

Beyond the dwarves and gnomes who call Ironforge home, the city also plays host to visitors from the other major Alliance nations, such as humans, night elves, and draenei. These visitors come to Ironforge for trade, diplomacy, and sometimes to study the unique crafting techniques of the dwarves. This influx of diverse peoples contributes to an air of cosmopolitanism in certain districts, particularly the Hall of Explorers, where scholars from across Azeroth come to share knowledge and plan expeditions.

Dwarven Zymology

Zymology, the study and practice of fermentation, holds a central role in the culture of the dwarves of Ironforge. For countless generations, dwarven brewmasters have honed and perfected the craft of brewing ales, lagers, stouts, and other alcoholic beverages. The proliferation of taverns, alehouses, and breweries throughout the subterranean city stands as a testament to the dwarves' strong drinking culture.

Alcohol is not merely a recreational indulgence for the denizens of Ironforge, but a cornerstone of their social fabric. Sharing a hearty pint is a ritual that strengthens bonds of friendship, seals business deals, and even plays a part in religious ceremonies honoring the dwarves' revered ancestors. The art of brewing is passed down from master to apprentice, with closely guarded family recipes treated as sacred heirlooms.

Dwarven zymologists are renowned for their innovation, forever seeking to craft novel and enticing concoctions to tantalize the taste buds of their kin. From the golden hues of honeyed mead to the rich, dark depths of roasted malts, the beers, ales and spirits of Ironforge are as diverse and complex as the dwarves themselves.

Alchemy in Mining

For mining operations, dwarven alchemists brew potent elixirs that, when imbibed, imbue the drinker with temporary night vision to illuminate dark mine shafts, as well as solutions that can be applied to pickaxes to increase the hardness and durability of the tools. Dwarven alchemists also concoct specialized blasting powders with highly controlled explosive yields for precise demolition work to access valuable ore veins.

In the realm of jewelcrafting, these skilled alchemists create abrasive pastes and polishing tinctures that allow jewelers to cut and shape even the hardest gemstones into brilliant facets and intricate designs. They also formulate etching acids that enable jewelers to engrave delicate, finely detailed patterns into precious metals and stones.

In metallurgy practices, dwarven alchemists brew quenching oils that rapidly cool forged metals to achieve optimal hardness and strength. Additionally, they produce flux powders that, when mixed into molten alloys, purify the metals and remove impurities and slag to yield higher quality materials.

Industrial Alchemy

After the gnomes of Gnomeregan began to trade knowledge with the dwarves of Ironforge, the dwarves harnessed the power of alchemy to fuel their industrial revolution.

One critical application is in the production of advanced hydraulic fluids. These specially engineered liquids, imbued with arcane properties, allow for the smooth operation of the massive hydraulic systems that power the city's gargantuan machinery, from the great forges to subterranean ore extractors.

Dwarven alchemists have also unlocked the secrets of combustible fuels, devising alchemical mixtures with unparalleled energy density. These fuels drive the pistons and turbines of Ironforge's industrial heart, providing an abundant source of power for manufacturing, transportation, and defense.

The integration of alchemy into dwarven engineering has birthed innovations such as self-lubricating gears, rust-resistant alloys, and even self-repairing mechanisms through the incorporation of living alchemical compounds. The marriage of alchemy and industry has propelled Ironforge to new heights of productivity and prosperity, solidifying Ironforge's status as a titan of innovation and progress in a world of magic and wonder.

[oldphonepreservation]

The "iPhone SwitchBoard" of the feature phone world: Qualcomm Reference Devices

This is a Qualcomm Reference Device, the example here is specifically known as the "6280 F-US" as noted by the sticker below the screen. It's a very interesting piece of tech, including both BREW and J2ME runtime support as well as having a plethora of debug and testing apps.

I've also included some direct screenshots of the phone's user interface, shown below the photos of the phone itself. An interesting tidbit is that remnants of the icons and background can usually be found unused in certain CDMA firmware dumps of various brands. I am sad to report that "3D UI" does not do anything on this sample :(

And yes, the firmware has been dumped! Thank you again to MC4f for lending this (and many other) phones over. https://mega.nz/folder/DbB3FCAC#2OnBYDiCTt7qQYl9vRJRTA

[ikkaku-of-heart]

Lord help me but I'm weak for branding relevant to my muse(s).

Like, what was I supposed to do? Not buy it? When it's literally Light Keeper mead? Ikkaku and Tomasu would never forgive me.

[midnightmasterpiece]

live streaming basically every thought in my brain rn, but i just had an idea for a really sad clare beddor x nesta f1 au, sadder than the other one i already plan to post

and also the f1 winter break is really long, so i may or may not be considering adding this to my line up of things to do this winter (and technically early spring, thats how long the freaking f1 winter break is like wtf fia, why did you make the schedule like this) while i wait for f1 to come back

[scoundrel-loves-baklava]

See what runnin’ your mouth gets you? Maybe y’ oughta think twice next time, slim.

- @red-engineer-blog

Oh- bonjor- erm laborer~ you got me this time hehe…. Glad to see that your watching

I wil get you <3 maybe— maybe when I’m less inebriated. *hiccup*

I am a world class spy!!! I will destroy YOU and your silly toys- hehehe

Eughhh merde- I have a headache

[caeca-iustitia]

Bro like...

New AU idea

Vincent doesn't become a Turk but instead goes down the route of their father- becoming a scientist who is assigned to Gast and Hojo's Ancient Regeneration Project...

They study flora and the fossilised remains of fauna to paint a picture of how the Cetra could have lived, what animals existed at the time, what plants have since gone extinct, and how the remaining plants and animals evolved into their modern-day equivalents.

Vincent is dedicated to their job and, for a while, forgets their roots as a Cetra and their morals; going to any length to find the information they want.

However, the creation and birth of Sephiroth is what causes Vincent to realise that- quite frankly- they fucked up. They've become so accustomed to the immoral, dishonest and downright criminal ways the Science Department at ShinRa functions that they've lost sight of what their mother tried to teach them as a child.

So, they go to Hojo and demand to put a stop to the project only to get a very blunt shotgun blast to the chest. They go through everything their usual counterpart does before being locked up in Hojo's lab as an example to the other scientists.

Hojo isn't aware, of course, that Vincent is now fully in control of this half-Chaos amalgamation that their body has become. They have tamed Chaos and taken full control of their body back even if the adolescent WEAPON has practically corrupted it completely by that point.

[tf2aaa-batteries]

How did the 3 of them first meet? what was their first impression of each other

(Medic brought Ingeborg to the team a WHILE before Cloak was brought in by Engineer. Cloak was not one for interacting with anyone, he hid anywhere he could. Ingeborg and Cloak eventually decided to be friends but also bully each other uuhh something something they're batshit friends for a few years before Apprentice snuck into Heavy's backpack somewhere during the comics when he decided to go back to fighting. They are friends that bully each other constantly, yes Apprentice gets tossed, yes Ingeborg whacked Cloak with someone's spine, yes Cloak finds ways to get up into the attics and what not of bases - mod 2, FIA)

[partnerwithapro]

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[brew-berry-a-trash-artist]

A universal Engineer experience

[cc-petrichoria]

🌿Cody Cozy presents .. Petrichoria☕

A cozy fey tale of adventure, redemption, and tea

.:. Welcome to the world of Kairithia .:.

. Who are we? Code Cozy is an indie studio with a focus on developing cozy games. Our current project is Petrichoria, an RPG where you take on the role of Fern, a retired adventurer returning to a town from their past in hopes of making amends with its residents.

. The World of Kairithia While the scope of the demo stays within the eponymous town of Petrichoria, the full game will take Fern around the different continents of their world. Kairithia is a young, pre-industrial fey world, and with races like the centaurs, satyrs, yetis, and elves, there's no shortage of magic to be found.

. The Town of Petrichoria Petrichoria is a small mountain town, nestled in a rainy forest. It's home to a tight-knit community that hasn't quite forgotten or recovered from what happened the last time Fern came through. Take up the abandoned tea shop, and work to earn the trust of your new neighbors; and maybe even their love.

Write Your Story

Choose your fighting class and pronouns

Raise and bond with Tea Pets

Brew and serve tea to the residents of Petrichoria

Plant and grow your own crops and ingredients

Conquer the mines, clearing out blighted fey

Romance and befriend a magically diverse cast of NPCs

Meet the Cast

⸙ Fern (he/him), (she/her), or (they/them), 29, the player character

❤ Telu (he/him), 43, the blacksmith

❤ Saoirse (she/her), 34, the carpenter

❤ Kauma (she/her), 32, the apothecary

❤ Eriato (he/him), 29, the general shop owner

❤ Rin (they/them), 29, the librarian

❤ Opal (she/her), 26, the daughter of Amber

❤ Yana (she/her), 37, the innkeeper

Amber (she/her), 51, the mayor

Arecho (he/him), 56, the fisherman

Meriko (she/her), 10, the daughter of Arecho and Diora

Diora (she/her), 53, the seamstress

Tivona (she/her), 24, the school teacher

Elora (she/her), 12, the daughter of Telu

. Be on the lookout for posts with individual character profiles!

Development Plan

Petrichoria's demo is planned for Steam and Itch.io release in January 2025, with the Kickstarter for the full game.

You can join our community Discord server HERE, where you can also sign up to play test our latest builds!

We’re Code Cozy Studio and we’re officially saying “Hello, World.”

Here is our Linktree, with links to our Instagram, YouTube, Facebook, LinkedIn, TikTok, and Twitter/X!

[younes-ben-amara]

تصميم الإعلان الإلكتروني هو أكثر ما يلفت الانتباه في محتوى الحملة الإعلانية

ما هذه المجموعة من المختارات تسألني؟ إنّها عددٌ من أعداد نشرة “صيد الشابكة” اِعرف أكثر عن النشرة هنا: ما هي نشرة “صيد الشابكة” ما مصادرها، وما غرضها؛ وما معنى الشابكة أصلًا؟! 🎣🌐هل تعرف ما هي صيد الشابكة وتطالعها بانتظام؟ اِدعم استمرارية النشرة بطرق شتى من هنا: 💲 طرق دعم نشرة صيد الشابكة. 🎣🌐 صيد الشابكة العدد #154 السلام عليكم؛ مرحبًا وبسم الله؛ بخصوص العنوان فهو من نتائج دراسة عربية جديدة…

[inkandapex]

stream madness

Lando Norris x Reader

Summary : To the world, Y/N had always been Lando Norris’ closest friend—before the fame, the podiums, and the roar of F1 engines. Their bond had always been well-known, shared through countless moments on and off camera. But as the months went on, something started to shift, and it wasn’t just between Y/N and Lando. It became apparent through streams, where their chemistry couldn’t be denied.

Words: 4.7k

Warnings: some swearing

part 2 | part 3 | part 4

Max's Cooking Stream

“Done! I think they came out quite well,” Max announces, lifting the pan toward the camera, showing off the results of two hours in the kitchen.

The chat is already flooded with reactions—compliments, jokes, and the occasional disbelief at Max’s culinary skills.

"I'll be the judge of that" Lando states as he steps into view "Like master chef" he continues

Pietra is chatting with someone just out of view, her voice light and engaged. The mic, which has been filtering most background noise throughout the stream, only picks up bits and pieces of conversation—muffled words, distant laughter. But this moment? This one, it catches perfectly.

Lando steps away from where Max’s mic is propped, moving slightly out of frame. He reaches for a fork, his attention focused on someone unseen. And then, clear as day, his voice carries through.

"Love, come here a sec. Try it with me."

The chat explodes. But all three were too busy to realize what had just happened

"LOVE?? did he just say love??" "Stop rn who is he talking to" "someone find out rn pls" "it might be y/n, she was seen with them around monaco yesterday" "yeaa he calls her love sometimes i think its just a normal endearment for them lol"

All three, oblivious to the brewing chaos, all continue with what they were doing. Because whether it was intentional or not, Lando just dropped something big.

"Y/N’s here too, everyone! The whole gang’s here—Y/N, say hello to the chat," Max finally acknowledges, glancing at the flood of messages. It’s clear he’s doing some damage control, but the chat is already too far gone.

With a small wave and an amused little smile, Y/N finally steps into frame, grabbing a fork as she inches closer to the pan of food her friends have spent the past two hours making.

"Doesn’t look half bad, to be honest," she muses, inspecting the dish. "P’s really doing wonders, getting you this far into cooking."

Pietra laughs in the background while Max rolls his eyes, but before anyone can add to the banter, Y/N is already taking a bite.

"You’ve gotta—"

"Bloody hell—"

Lando’s warning comes a second too late. Y/N’s eyes widen as the heat hits, steam practically pouring out of her mouth as she waves a hand in front of her face, trying to cool down.

"You muppet, that’s literally fresh off the stove—c’mere," Lando chuckles, already unscrewing a bottle of water. He hands it to her, shaking his head as she takes it gratefully.

The chat? Utterly unhinged.

"NOT THE WAY HE JUST—"

"‘C’mere’ HE SAID ‘C’MERE’ I’M GONNA SCREAM."

"I AM LIVING FOR THIS CHAOS."

And just like that, what was supposed to be a casual cooking stream has become a full-blown internet event.

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Lando's Annual Stream

Everyone teases Lando about how he’s practically become a Twitch relic, only gracing the platform with his presence once a year. A far cry from the frequent streams he used to do. Some argue that it makes his rare appearances even more iconic, like a seasonal event the internet gathers for.

On one of his rare Twitch streams, Lando found himself diving into Backrooms with Max and a few other friends. As expected, chaos ensued—shouting, panicked laughter, and the occasional unintelligible screaming into the mic. But one moment, in particular, sent the fans into an absolute frenzy.

The doorbell rings, making both Ed and Lando pause mid-game and glance at each other.

"Food’s here," Lando announces into the mic.

Ed, already taking off his headset, ready to stand up. But just as Ed moves, they both hear the faint sound of the door unlocking.

"Oh, I think Y/N’s grabbing it, mate," Ed says, blinking in surprise. He relaxes back into his seat for a second before standing up anyway. "I’ll go help her."

"SHES STILL IN MONACO" "i thought she went back to London with Max and P" "omg she's staying with lando" "loool stop reading into it guys ed's also staying with lando. theyre just friends" "my delusions are being fed"

Both Y/N and Ed return, arms full with bags of food and cutlery. Ed drops back into his chair, already digging into his meal, while Y/N pauses beside Lando, holding a box of food in her hands.

"Do you want yours transferred to a plate, or is the box good?" she asks, tilting her head slightly.

"Like that is fine, thank you—oh, I’m streaming, by the way. They can see and hear you," Lando adds with a grin as he takes the box from her.

Y/N barely reacts, too used to this by now. Instead, she casually leans in slightly, scanning the chat as she asks, "Is Max here? Can you tell him to let P know I’ve been trying to call her?"

Lando doesn’t even look away from his screen. "He can hear you—he says sure. You wanna sit here and eat with us?"

She shakes her head, stepping back. "I’m good, got my own thing going on. I’ll see if I can join you guys later if you’re still on. Do you want water or anything?"

Lando glances up at her, smiling. "I’m good, I can grab some myself later."

"You know he’s lying, right?" Ed chimes in, chewing his food. "He’s just gonna wait until you leave so he can ask me to grab it for him."

"Shut up," Lando laughs, shaking his head.

Y/N only smirks knowingly before rolling her eyes. "Alright, whatever you say."

"Okay, okay, go back to doing your thing," Lando says, refocusing on his screen. "Connor’s complaining we’re taking too long."

The chat, meanwhile, is already in shambles.

"She’s literally taking care of him at this point.""Ed exposing Lando is my new favorite thing.""The domestic energy here is sending me."

"What is she up to now? Too busy to play with us?" Max teases as they dive back into the game.

"Nah, mate, she's busy building Legos in the other room," Lando replies casually, like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

Max snorts. "Another new hobby? You know she gave us a shit ton of air-dry clay stuff she made that one time. My apartment is literally full of it."

"No, Max, I stepped into the apartment today, and I genuinely thought I was in a Lego store. It’s insane," Ed laughs, shaking his head.

Lando chuckles. "Some of them are mine too, alright? They're not all hers. She’s been building some sets I’ve had lying around for ages."

The chat, of course, goes wild.

"Their apartment is a Lego store. I am crying." "WAIT SO THEY HAVE BEEN LIVING TOGETHER RIGHT??" "Domestic life with Y/N and Lando sounds like a fever dream."

Max just laughs. "Well, tell her to finish up and come scream with us in the Backrooms when she’s done playing with her bricks."

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Taking Lando's Seat

The stream opens with Lando and Max sitting side by side, each focused on their own PC as they prep for a game of Tarkov. There’s an easy banter in the air, Max teasing Lando about his gear while the two get things set up. But it’s the subtle detail in the background that catches the chat's attention—Lando’s racing rig.

It’s glowing softly in the background, the LED lights creating an almost otherworldly vibe against the dim room.

Max finally glances at the chat, giving a quick nod to thank some of his new subs. But his eyes stop when he spots a few of the comments scrolling by.

Max smirks, leaning into the mic with a grin. "The rig? Oh—it's Y/N. She’s playing F1 right now."

With that, Max casually moves his chair out of the way, revealing Y/N sitting just behind him. She's fully immersed, headset on, brows furrowed in concentration as she steers through a corner on screen, oblivious to the fact that she’s now in full view of the chat.

A small smile tugs at the corner of Lando’s lips as he turns back to look at Y/N, still fully engrossed in the game, unaware that both he and Max are watching her with amusement.

"She's prepping for the season too," Lando continues, keeping his voice casual, though there’s a playful edge to it. "Chat, I think she’s planning on taking my seat—she’s been on there for hours now."

Lando laughs, but the chat immediately picks up on the vibe.

"HE'S JEALOUS, LOOK AT HIM."

"Lando knows he's been replaced."

"Imagine Y/N taking his F1 seat. I’d pay to watch that."

Max, who’s been watching the scene unfold, looks back at Lando with a raised brow. "She’s putting in more practice than you are, mate. Maybe she is taking your seat."

Lando chuckles, shaking his head, though his smile lingers. "Nah, nah, she’s still got a lot to learn... but she’s getting there. I’m just here for moral support."

The chat, of course, has already spirals into chaos.

"Moral support? He’s just trying to hold on to his seat!"

"I CAN’T WAIT FOR THE RACE BETWEEN THEM. WHO’S GONNA WIN??"

"Lando’s literally her biggest fan and her biggest competitor at the same time. I love it."

Y/N, still completely absorbed in the game, lets out a frustrated grunt as she crashes into the wall during a tight turn. "I've fucking crashed—how is AI Lando also a little shit?"

The pair immediately burst into laughter, unable to hold it in. The moment is too perfect—Y/N, so focused on her race, completely unaware she’s been on stream the whole time.

Max wipes away tears, trying to calm down. "What?" Y/N finally takes off her headset after pausing her game, looking around in confusion, only to notice the commotion between the two.

"We’re on Twitch," Max manages between laughs, still struggling to breathe. "They heard you calling Lando a little shit."

Max, still grinning, leans back in his chair, clearly enjoying the moment. "I mean, I honestly don’t know if you should be more offended by the fact that she just called you a little shit... or the fact that she’s not racing as you."

Lando looks over at Max, a playful glint in his eyes. "Yeah, who are you racing as right now?" His curiosity gets the best of him, and he stands up, walking behind Y/N to peer over her shoulder at her screen.

Y/N barely notices him, still intensely focused on her race. "You’re racing as Max?!" Lando exclaims, his voice a mix of disbelief and amusement. "I feel so betrayed!"

Y/N doesn’t respond, grabbing her water bottle beside her, taking a sip.

But Lando’s eyes widen as he looks at her screen again. "Wait, you're were P3?!" he says, his voice rising in shock. "What the fuck, Y/N—this is on 110 difficulty—did you change it?"

"Yeah, well I was but you crashed into me you knob"

Lando's completely taken aback, mouth agape, staring at her settings in awe. Without thinking, he takes over the controls, fully inspecting her game setup. "This is... this is insane. You’re actually doing really well."

Y/N, now realizing the level of chaos happening around her, turns to look at him with a grin. "What? Like its hard?"

Max, who’s been watching this unfold, laughs. "I told you she’d be better than you at this rate. I’m not surprised."

The chat, of course, is losing it.

"SHE'S RACING AS MAX AND BEATING LANDO. WHAT A MOOD."

"Y/N: 1, Lando: 0."

"Lando looks like he’s seen a ghost. How did she do that?"

Y/N just laughs, clearly loving the moment. "I told you, Lando, I’m coming for your seat."

"Alright, we've got to put a screen time limit on you from now on, love—fucking hell," Lando says, still shaking his head in disbelief, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He ruffles her hair affectionately before heading back to his seat.

The chat explodes with excitement.

"Lando’s whipped for her. I can’t breathe.""The way he ruffled her hair? That’s the couple energy we’re here for.""Y/N just casually destroying him, and Lando’s still soft with her. I’m obsessed.""I can’t believe they’re just out here living their best life on stream. I’m living for this dynamic."

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Gaming Trio

The trio can be seen in Lando’s usual gaming spot, the atmosphere relaxed but buzzing with excitement. In an effort to accommodate everyone, an extra table has been pulled into the room, holding the laptop they’ve set up for Y/N so she can join in on the fun. The new setup feels a little crowded, but it only adds to the chaotic energy that’s been building up since they all logged in.

"Y/N is right behind you!" Max shouts into the mic, pulling the same trick he did to Lando the last time they played Backrooms

"Max, shut up, oh my gosh—NO IT'S CHASING ME, WAIT—PAUSE IT, PAUSE IT!" The panic in Y/N’s voice is unmistakable, and it sends both Lando and Max into fits of laughter.

Max, already losing it, grins widely. "You’re telling me to pause, but I’m the one who’s not controlling it!"

Lando, equally amused, can’t help but tease, hiding comfortably from the monster "Didn’t know you were this scared of a game, love."

Y/N’s frantic clicking can be heard through the mic as she scrambles to escape whatever horror was chasing her in the game. "I can’t— I swear it’s going to catch me!"

A sigh of relief escapes Y/N’s mouth as she finally reaches the room, the monster stopping its chase just in time. “Right, so you two do all the work and I’ll run out when it’s time to escape.”

Max lets out another laugh, clearly amused. “That’s not how it works, Y/N. You've got to carry your weight”

“Come on then, let’s go. Just stay behind me and you’ll be fine.” Lando moves his character closer to hers, ready to lead the way.

Y/N, still a little nervous, responds with a grin. “I’ll keep my eyes closed.”

Lando laughs, shaking his head. “Y/N—darling, it’s fine. It’s not that scary. It’s not gonna jump out at you. You just die and respawn, it’s all good.”

Max joins in, teasing, “Yeah, but if you keep closing your eyes, you’ll miss the whole thing. We’ll be done before you even open them.”

Y/N scoffs but can’t help but laugh, her character hesitating slightly. “I’m not opening them. I’m just here to run when the time comes.”

Lando smiles at her, his voice light. “Alright, well, try not to panic. We’ve got your back.”

The chat erupts in excitement, fans loving the playful back-and-forth between them.

"Y/N’s already planning her escape route. Classic." "he calls her darling im sobbing " "Lando’s trying to act all calm but he’s lowkey making sure she’s okay." "Max is enjoying this way too much, lol."

Lando glances at Y/N with a grin. “Stay close, alright? We’re doing this together.”

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Y/Ns Instagram Live

Y/N was live on Instagram, chatting with fans while showing off her latest air-dry clay creations. She’d been getting non-stop requests to share her work ever since Max mentioned it in one of his streams, and now here she was, crafting away on camera.

Sitting on the floor in front of a coffee table, Y/N focused on the delicate jewelry plate she was shaping. She was giving her followers a detailed look at her process, her hands moving skillfully as she explained what she was doing.

"See, then you build the sides and stick it to the plate part you just made," she said, carefully adding a border to the plate. "So it kinda has a nice little border around it, and that way, you can put your jewelry in the middle without it all rolling off."

"Who you talking to?" A voice, unmistakably Lando's, makes Y/N's head snap up to look at him, her concentration momentarily broken.

Her eyes widen slightly at the sight of him standing in the doorway, and she quickly responds, trying to maintain the calm vibe of her live stream. "I'm on Instagram live— you didn’t see my text?" Y/N says, her voice soft but carrying a hint of a warning as she tries to focus on her work again.

Lando, walks into frame to stand beside her, only half his body on screen. “I saw it, but I didn’t think you’d actually be live. What’s going on in here?”

"I'm doing a jewelry plate tutorial, see?" Y/N smiles up at him, gently lifting the plate to show him the progress she’s made, the edges perfectly formed and the design coming together nicely.

Lando leans in a little closer, clearly impressed. "That's actually pretty sick. Have you shown them the other ones you've done?"

"Mhmm," Y/N nods, setting the plate back down on the table and continuing to work on it. "I did earlier. I have a few that are dried, so once I'm done with this one, I'm gonna show them how I paint it."

"Cool, cool," Lando says, grinning as he takes a step back. "I’m actually pretty curious about the painting part."

Y/N shoots him a glance, arching an eyebrow. "You want in on this too?"

Lando looks at her, then at the camera, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Can I join you?"

Y/N pauses for a moment, clearly trying to keep a straight face. "You gonna try your hand at some clay art, Norris?" she teases, but her tone is warm.

"Gotta try to beat you in something after you've somehow managed to get close to beating me on the racing sim" a smirk on his face as he plops down on the floor beside her "Right what am I meant to do?"

The two sat mostly in silence, both deeply immersed in their work. Y/N’s focus was on finishing her jewelry plate, the soft clink of clay against the table the only sound as she shaped it carefully. Lando, on the other hand, was determined to paint one of the already dried plate, though it was clear his attention was divided between the task and watching Y/N work.

"Oh, I’ve messed up, bub," Lando admitted, his voice a little defeated. "I’m sorry, this looks horrific. I think I’ve ruined it." He leaned back dramatically, letting his shoulders slump as he rested his back against the foot of the sofa, casting an apologetic look her way. "This is a disaster."

"What? No! It's cute—you even painted flowers on it, it's nice!" Y/N exclaimed, her tone playful as she tried to hype him up, a grin tugging at her lips.

Lando looked at her with a raised eyebrow, clearly amused. "Those are strawberries, you muppet," he said, laughing as he gently nudged her with his elbow, clearly not buying her attempt to boost his confidence.

Y/N burst out laughing, her hands up in surrender. "Oh, I'm only kidding! Of course they're strawberries," she teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

She quickly mouthed a playful I didn’t know to the camera as Lando became distracted with his painting again, a smirk creeping up on her face as she watched him carefully work on his next stroke.

"add bub to the list of names lando calls y/n" "theyre actually so cute im going insane" "not y/n gentle parenting lando" "im telling my therapist about this" --------------------------------------------------

I'm telling mom

Max’s loud voice cut through the quiet apartment, shattering the late-night calm. It was already past 10 PM, and he’d been streaming for over two hours, fully immersed in whatever chaos his Twitch chat had cooked up for him.

“Y/N! Get in here a sec!” Max’s voice carried from his gaming room, loud enough to startle Y/N from where she sat beside P, half-watching a Netflix show.

With a sigh, she got up, padding toward his room. She hesitated at the door, peeking inside carefully, mindful of the camera that might be angled her way.

“It’s almost 11 PM, Max. What the fuck are you yelling about?” she laughed, eyes landing on him. He stood in the middle of the room, VR headset strapped on, controllers gripped tightly like his life depended on it. "You look ridiculous by the way"

“Can you call Lando? He’s fucking with me,” Max huffed, shifting on his feet like he was bracing for something. “He told me to download this horror VR game, and now he’s in chat claiming he’s in bed. I swear to God—he set me up.”

“So, let me get this straight,” Y/N started, arms crossed. “You want me to call Lando—”

“Yep.”

“—to ask him to get out of bed and play a game with you—”

“Mhm.”

“—instead of letting him sleep, because it’s nearly midnight in Monaco?”

“Exactly.” Max stood firm, pointing a VR controller at her like this was a life-or-death situation.

Y/N blinked. “Oh, you’re serious—right.” She sighed, shaking her head as she leaned against the wall, already dialing.

“I swear, if he doesn’t hop on after I’ve set this up and put my contacts in—”

“Lan, you’re on speaker,” Y/N announced the second he picked up, barely giving him a chance to breathe.

Before Lando could even say hello, Max exploded. “You muppet! I’ve been standing here waiting for you for the past ten minutes!”

“Oh, piss off! I’ve been waiting for you for nearly an hour, Max! Can’t believe you actually made Y/N call me for this.”

“You weren’t picking up my calls!”

Y/N let out a slow, tired sigh and turned to the camera with a deadpan look, the exact kind of exhausted stare straight out of The Office.

“So you tell on me?! How mature,” Lando huffs

“Just hop on the game!” Max shot back, exasperated.

“This behaviour at 25 is diabolical,” Y/N muttered, dragging a hand down her face.

Through the speaker, you could hear Lando moving around. “Fine, fine! Okay, I’m on,” Lando said, voice muffled as he adjusted his setup. “Max, hurry up—I’ll send Y/N the code. Love, show him the code before you leave.”

Y/N sighed, holding up her phone as she walked over to Max. “Right. I’ve been dragged from my peaceful night just to moderate a sibling fight.”

Max squinted at the screen. “Got it. Thanks, Mom—right, I’m joining. You can leave now.” He was already fumbling with the game settings, barely paying her any attention.

Y/N rolled her eyes as Lando’s voice softened on the phone. “I’ll call you later, alright? Go watch your show with P. I’ll text you when we’re done.”

“Mm-hmm,” Y/N hummed in response, finally making her escape.

As soon as she was gone, Max turned back to chat, shaking his head. “Right, let’s go. See? He’s such a knob—I have to call Y/N every time he’s being an ass because he actually listens to her.”

The chat was loving this interaction

"Y/N staying with Max and P is actually so wholesome" "NOT Y/N BEING MOM" "LANDO LISTENING TO Y/N ONLY IS PEAK BF BEHAVIOUR U CANT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE" " "i'll call you later" is so cute he's down bad for her"

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Big Reveal

At this point, they’d practically exposed themselves. The subtle interactions hadn’t gone unnoticed—small moments that seemed insignificant alone but painted a clear picture together. The lingering looks, the casual slips of affectionate nicknames, the way their conversations always carried a certain ease.

Everyone had a general understanding that the two were a couple, but they’d come to accept that Lando and Y/N weren’t quite ready to make it official—at least, not publicly. But what really sealed the deal? Max’s most recent stream, just before the season kicked off.

“Right, chat, Lando and I are finishing up the download, and we’ll hop on as soon as it’s done,” Max said, scrolling through chat and tossing out quick thanks for subs and gifted memberships while they waited.

“Is anyone else joining us or nah?” Lando asked, finally looking up from his phone where he sat beside Max, his own setup in front of him.

“Nah, don’t think so. Connor just texted—he’s out,” Max replied, making Lando nod before going back to whatever he was scrolling through.

“Chat, I’ll be back—I’m gonna grab some water,” Max announced, tapping his mic to mute it before standing up.

Completely unaware, Lando reached over and tapped the mic again, turning it back on.

“Baby?! C’mere a sec!” Lando called out, sitting with his back to the camera, casually waiting for someone to walk in—completely oblivious to the absolute chaos erupting behind him.

“OH BOB, YOU’RE NOT MUTED!!” “HES HOPELESS.” “NOOOOOOO LN TURN AROUND!!!” “HE FULLY EXPOSED HIMSELF IM CRYING.” "baby??!"

A moment later, Y/N appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame. "Hello my pretty girl, wanna come join Max and I?" “Aren’t you live with Max right now?” she asked softly.

“Yeah, yeah, I muted it—don’t worry,” Lando reassured her without a second thought. “Wanna join? Max is still downloading it, we can set yours up if you’re up for it.”

Y/N smiled. “Yeah, sure, I’ll go grab the laptop.” With that, she turned and left the room.

Max walked back in, settling into his chair. “What were you two chatting about?” he asked as he put his headset back on.

“Y/N’s gonna play with us,” Lando answered smoothly. “Oh—by the way, I muted your mic. Chat can’t hear you right now.”

Max blinked. “Well, yeah, I muted it before I left—” His head snapped toward Lando. “Did you fucking tap the mic again?”

Lando visibly paled. “…No, I muted it.”

Max hurriedly glanced at chat, eyes scanning the messages flooding in before exhaling sharply. “You fucking unmuted it, you idiot.”

Lando sat there, frozen. Then, with an almost comically slow realization, he sighed. “Damn… well. Secrets out.”

Y/N practically skipped into the room, excitement clear in the way she carried her laptop against her chest. But the moment she stopped behind the two, her smile faltered.

Max and Lando both looked at her with identical guilty expressions.

“…What?” she asked, breaking the silence.

Max didn’t hesitate. “Your dimwit of a boyfriend just exposed you two. He unmuted the mic.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped. “No...”

Lando was already reaching for her hand, pulling her close. “I’m so sorry, baby. I swore I muted it.”

Y/N groaned, running a hand down her face. “Oh my God. How bad?”

Max snorted, scrolling through chat. “Let’s see… ‘We’re witnessing a live trainwreck,’ 'my pretty girl', ‘Bruh did he just expose himself?’ ‘Send help, I can’t breathe,’ and—oh, this one’s gold—‘My parents are finally public.’

Lando groaned, burying his face in Y/N’s side. “This is your fault, Max.”

“My fault?! You tapped the damn mic!”

The two went back and forth, bickering like a couple of siblings, while Y/N just stood there, still trying to wrap her head around what was going on.

“Oh, Y/N, come on. Don’t worry. It’s not like it’s a big surprise. He hasn’t exactly been subtle about it either.”

“Yeah, but until now, it was all just rumors and whispers.”

Lando shot her a reassuring smile. “Aww, baby, it’s fine. They love you, you know.”

Max groaned, leaning back in his chair and teasing them both. “See? Now he’s gonna go full PDA mode, more than he already does. We’re all doomed.”

Y/N laughed softly, shaking her head. “I swear, I can already see it.”

Lando reached over to take her hand, squeezing it gently. “It’s not that bad, is it?”

“Yeah, it is,” Max teased, rolling his eyes. “Just wait till he starts calling you ‘babe’ every two seconds on stream.”

Lando grinned mischievously. “You love it, Max. Admit it.”

Max shot him a playful glare. “I’m really starting to think I’ve been cursed.”

“Right, come on then, let’s play before I get called for an impromptu PR meeting,” Lando chuckled, giving Y/N a wink as he pulled his headset on.