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bluesidez · 1 year ago

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Hi I saw your req open and I flew here ehe-

Hear me out please 😭

Miguel is a geneticist (someone who works around denetics) and sometimes he doesn't understand the programs that he 'made' and Lyla has to help him. That makes Peter B. and the spider-teens very suspicious of him.

What's even more suspicious is that once a month he leaves the Spider HQ to who-knows-where.

After some stalking investigating, they find out that every time that he leaves; he goes to a park to meet [Reader], that is the one who helped with all the tech he has at HQ.

When he returns the next day, he is confronted about it and explains that [Reader] is an old friend and he trusts them with the Multiverse secret. However Peter B. and the others obviously saw the mutual attraction between both of them so they help out Miguel confess to [Reader].

Fluff + a little suggestive with Gn Reader please ^^

Anyway drink lots of water and keep yourself healthy!! ❤❤

[Undercover Lover]

lab tester: @hikaru-sama 🩻

pairing: Miguel O’Hara x gn!Reader

summary: Miguel is willing to stop the world for you, you just want to be the small part of his world that makes it better.

content warning: fluff, longing from reader and Miguel, the spider-teens are all menaces (as in they all have chismosavirus), Peter is Peter, a little suggestive but nothing crazy, I also made Miguel’s relationship with the teens pretty adorable (Papa Miggy 🥺)

word count: 5.8k, halfway proofread (don't ask...)

a/n: This request is not outlandish in any way, btw. It's very cute! I hope you don’t mind that I added a little extra to the programming aspect. THANK YOU TO THE MIGGY SERVER FOR YOUR HELP AS ALWAYS! I have been wallowing in the chats for who knows how long. I thought it would be cute and funny. Also, I've been doing better with my water intake! I hope you're proud. 🥺

Miguel blew out a tired breath, eyes blurry after staring at the same set of files all day.

“Lyla, could you replay the scan from this morning?”

“I don’t know, can I?”

Miguel frowned as his eyes panned to the flickering yellow glow, “Are we doing this right now?”

“Doing what?” Lyla posed with her head tilted in her hand.

“Lyla. Replay the scan from Earth 450-”

“Here’s what I found on scams on 4chan.”

“I said scans not scams- what are you talking about? And what is 4chan?”

Lyla switched to a pose that mimicked The Thinker, her heart-shaped glasses morphing into ones made of stone.

Miguel shifted his weight to one side, hands on his hips as he watched Lyla float around his desk.

“Pull up the LYrate Lifeform Approximation code.”

Lyla snickers, glasses shifting to match the marks of a clown’s face, “You don’t know how to work that, buddy.”

“I didn’t ask you to tell me that, I asked you to-”

Lyla opens the file before he can finish his spiel.

“Now, what?” Lyla whispers with glee. “Gonna hack into the motherboard? Break down the firewall?”

Miguel ignored her and read through the constant formulas, coding that he's never even seen before becoming longer and longer.

Lyla popped up right in his peripheral view, pulling out one of the smaller codes to highlight, “What’s this one mean?”

Miguel squints at the line, “Something about how you respond to tone?”

“It’s my hair color,” Lyla’s voice is high and giggly like she was anticipating his completely wrong answers. “What about this one?”

“I, I don’t know. Your jacket?”

“Voice modulator,” the code danced around him as Lyla switched her voice to something of an old Hollywood star. “You’re not very good at this, tuts.”

Miguel felt a strange chill as Lyla walked around with a long white dress instead of a jacket and her brown hair in curls falling down her back. She laughed at him some more as she pulled her now, thick-rimmed triangle-shaped sunglasses to the top of her head.

“Lyla-”

Miguel’s watch jolted, a notification blaring at him. He answered with haste, mind frantic.

“Miguel? Is something up with Lyla, because I asked her to find this Mysterio’s dimension, and she started playing some wrestler’s theme song instead,” Jess huffed, throwing the villain's body over the back of her motorcycle. “Now, he won’t stop singing it.”

Miguel felt his head start to pound, “Something’s going on with her. She’s not functioning at her normal state.”

“You’re never functioning at a normal state,” Lyla sighed dramatically, arm over her head with wind blowing around her. “Always so tense!”

“Oh my god?” Jess’s eyes went wide as she took in the Lyla at Miguel’s side. “Why does she sound like that?”

“I’m not sure, but I’m shutting her down until I can fix it. Just send the Mysterio back here.”

“You can’t turn me off, Miggy! Don’t you want me to sing for you?”

“Yeah, hurry up and log her off. She’s freaking me out.” Jess ended the call with a disgusted face.

With her gone, the room was filled with Miguel’s thoughts and Lyla humming and brushing her hair in a vintage mirror, something she would have never cared to do on a regular day.

Looking at the lines of coding in front of him, there was no way he was going to find what was happening.

He reached across his desk to a new screen, searching for a certain folder. Miguel laughed to himself as he read the title.

Don’t open unless it’s ABSOLUTELY crucial to your health…and well-being. .3.

Miguel would consider this a crisis.

He tapped the folder, watching as a sprout of several different colors surrounded him. He shifted it through the lights, some of them being pictures of you and him, some of them being animated GIFs of cats, and others being helpful guides to small technological problems. He kept searching until he found a yellow tab that read “LYLA? LIGHTS OUT!”

With one click, Lyla went from twirling and singing in heels to being dormant, gone to the Spider Society. Letting out the breath he was holding, he shifted the files back into the folder and geared up to make the announcement.

“Attention Spiders,” Miguel held his watch up to his mouth. “Lyla will be down for maintenance for a couple of hours.”

He could hear the collective groan from the society all the way in his office.

“And I will try my best to get her up and running for future missions. Until then, please send any anomalies directly to Margo and stick to local crimes as well as protecting your respective neighborhoods.”

As soon as he ended the announcement, Margo was flooding his watch with back-to-back memes. Miguel remained confused watching a little girl in a cowboy hat complain to her grandpa while he dismissed her.

“I can send someone else down there to help you.”

“no because if anyone breaks my tech, it’s coming out of YOUR 🫵🏾 paycheck”

“Everything comes out of my paycheck.”

“whatever dad”

“?”

Perturbed, but not wanting to waste any more time, Miguel locked his office and called your number.

Two rings and you were picking up the phone.

“Hey, Spider-ider!”

“Hi,” Miguel refused to admit how the nickname sounded cute coming from you. “I need your help with something.”

“No ‘How are you?’ or ‘Sorry I haven’t checked on you in forever.’ Just straight to business, huh?”

“Sorry,” Miguel collected himself. “How are things? Did you manage to get the job with that tech company?”

“Why, thank you for asking, Miguel! I’m pretty good. Things are different! I did end up getting that job, but the manager is eerily creepy, so I’m trying my best to pile up the meanest HR case or try to wiggle my way into a new department. So far, the former is slowly but surely working, not sure if my sanity can take much more. How are you?”

Miguel's eyebrows shifted a bit, “You know you can just call for my help if anything goes wrong, right?”

“Miguel, you’re protecting so many people. More than I can even fathom, actually. I’m not going to ask you to stop to check on me.”

You should. He’d drop everything.

“It wouldn’t take much from my end, I could just-”

“Miguel.”

He bit his cheek, knowing you wanted to move the conversation along.

“How are you?” you asked again, tone back to normal.

“I’m neutral. Same thing as always. Now, it’s just that Lyla was really unbearable today.”

“Unbearable how?”

Miguel went into every detail, pulling in some last-minute reports from other Spiders that managed to use her before he shut her down.

“So you’re telling me she glitched out, wore an alligator head, and integrated ‘Flat Fuck Friday’ into every conversation?”

“Well, that was just one of the many cases. Is that, is that all you heard?”

“No, I got it,” you fixed your face to try and hold back your laugh. “It sounds like she hit her funny bone.”

Miguel looked up at the ceiling and back at you, “This is serious.”

“And I’m being as serious as I can be!”

“She’s causing all of this trouble because of a funny bone.”

You laugh at Miguel’s deadpan tone, “Ok, so technically it’s called a laughing virus. It’s been hitting a lot of major search engines for some reason, but Lyla is the closest to human-like AI there is, so it’s a funny bone!”

“As stupid as that is, I need your help to come fix it.”

“Aw, you need me to come check your work?”

Miguel avoided your gaze, “There is no work. I couldn’t tell one line from the next.”

“But Miguel, you were doing so good last time. What happened?”

“I-I don’t know, I thought I had one right but I mixed up tones with shades.”

“That’s still on the same playing field, so you got something right! That’s good progress, Miguel.”

“Mm.”

“I’ll be there soon. Don’t do anything crazy, although you’ll probably just loom over the desk dramatically.”

Miguel opened his mouth to rebuttal but you already ended the call with a laugh.

With truly nothing but his thoughts, he hurried to clean his space. There were a few loose wires and an empty box from the cafeteria scattered around.

By the time you were tapping the code into his office door, his platform was back on the ground and he’d just swept up some dust that managed to build in the corner of the room.

“Don’t clean up now just because I’m here,” you watched as his shoulders jumped a bit at your voice.

“I’m not,” Miguel huffs and sets the broom against the wall.

“Sure.”

Miguel comes closer to you with his hands on his hips.

You were probably the main reason that Lyla was the way she was, sarcastic and immature.

The only difference was Miguel could mute Lyla or switch modes for some peace. For you? It was non-stop. The only way he knew how to get you to stop was a method that’s been crowding his dreams ever since he met you.

He saw your lips moving at a mile per minute, but nothing was really reaching his ears.

They looked so soft, so perfect. He wondered if he should just let the society function on its own for just a few more hours.

“Miguel!” You waved your hands in front of him. “Lyla being down has really stressed you out, huh? You’re unfocused.”

He cleared his throat, “I still have a lot of work to do.”

“Well, let’s get to it!”

Miguel moved so you could walk to his desk, heart racing.

Whatever it was you were about to try to teach him wasn’t going to stick. He just knew it.

“Hey, Miguel! You know, I was wondering if we could implement some type of spider-baby daycare? MJ is pretty busy these days,” Peter strided into Miguel’s office with a wiggly Mayday strapped to his chest.

The platform was down, but the serious figure was nowhere to be found.

“Miguel?”

Peter tried to feel him out, but there’s no way anyone could miss Miguel in plain sight.

“Hm,” Peter put two fingers out for Mayday grab. She squealed glee, taking one finger to chew on. “If I were a Miguel, where would I be?”

He pondered through the halls, eventually finding himself at the entrance of the cafeteria. Mayday looked up almost as if she was disappointed.

“I need fuel to think!”

Peter ran down the line grabbing his usual: a 2099 burger, a large fry, and a medium cola, he’s dieting!

At the end of the line, a familiar voice called his name.

“Hey, kiddo! How’s it going?” Peter made his way to the table occupied by the younger spider crew.

Miles squinted at him, “Not a kid, but it’s going good! Have you seen Miguel? He was supposed to be training me an hour ago, but he’s not answering his watch.”

“Funny that you say that,” Peter stuffed his mouth with a handful of fries. “Went to his office and he wasn’t there.”

“What is with him and disappearing lately? It’s not like him,” Gwen mumbled. “I was supposed to report to him not too long ago and he wasn’t here.”

“Time is an enigma,” Hobie was tuning his guitar. “Glad he’s finally taking advantage of it instead of chatting about doomsday.”

“True, but he missed part of the big party we planned three months ago, too,” Pavitr supplied.

The table stopped and stared at Pav with various deadpan looks.

“What? He promised he’d try my special dish! He never breaks our promises.”

“He did pile a load of work on me when Lyla broke. Usually, he would come down and help me, but he said he was busy fixing her,” Margo turned to Peter.

The table sat and pondered for just a second then the teens started spouting out nonsense.

“He’s retiring!”

“He’s going to give HQ up.”

“He’s not going to another universe again, right?”

“He’s finally taking breaks.”

“He’s dying!”

Again, the table stopped to look at Pavitr.

“False alarm?”

“Look,” Peter held his hands up. “I don’t think it’s any of that.”

“What makes you so sure?” Gwen sounded nervous.

“Uh, he would tell me!”

Miles snickered at that which caused Mayday to fall into a fit of laughter.

“What? He’s told me things before. We’re buddies!”

“And where is your so-called buddy right now?” Margo folded her arms.

“Touche,” Peter took a giant slurp of his drink, cupping a hand under it to make sure nothing dripped on Mayday’s head. “But don’t you have a way to find him?”

“The Grumpy GPS? Yeah, but I’ve never used it because he’s always here,” Margo sighs.

“How about the next time he disappears, you let us know?” Gwen suggested.

“Love it,” Hobie fist bumps Gwen.

Miles scratched his neck, “I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

“Says the guy that snuck into the Spider Society,” Pavitr shook his head.

“That’s different.”

“Is it?” Gwen raised her eyebrow. “Margo is on Miguel-duty. We’re going to get to the bottom of this, right guys?”

Everyone nodded their head in determination.

Peter smiled. He’s still got this mentor thing down!

Margo was down near the Go-Home-Machine running Style Savvy through an emulator.

“That is so ugly,” she sang as she watched another contestant’s outfit go down the runway.

Her judging was interrupted by a dancing cartoon spider with bushy eyebrows.

She paused the game and stretched her arms to the other side of the room to give everyone a call, “Mission ‘Where is the Old Man?’ is up and running. The Grumpy GPS has been added to you guys’ gizmos. I’ve got everything ready to hack.”

“It sounds like we’re doing a lot more than tracking,” Hobie mumbled.

“But what if he actually is dying?” Gwen was lacing up her ballet shoes tight. “He would tell us, right?”

“Oh, but when I said that, it sounded crazy,” Pavitr pulled his mask down. “The double standards are appalling.”

“He could be just avoiding us. Can’t say it hasn’t happened before,” Miles’ voice was low and testy.

“He wasn’t avoiding you, Miles, he was just…projecting,” Gwen said matter-of-factly.

“Are we back on this? Sending the entire society after me is projecting. Missing our training sessions that he set up multiple times? That’s just foul.”

Gwen and Miles went back and forth, fussing over little things.

“They’re bickering again. How cute,” Pavitr stage-whispered.

“1 mission on Miles winning?” Hobie asked.

Pavitr thought for a second, “Deal.”

“You’ll probably be the most upset if he really is sick,” Gwen comments.

“Says who? I’m not worried,” Miles zipped up his jacket halfway.

“Then why are you bouncing around like that, Miles.”

Hobie sighed while Pavitr cheered.

“If you guys are done, Miguel’s moving on foot heading down 5th. I pinned a checkpoint,” Margo sent the coordinates to their watches.

“Time to go see if big man’s a killer,” Hobie yawned. “Or not.”

Peter felt the ground shake under him, hair rising on the back of his neck. His senses were screaming at him to turn around.

The thing is, if he turned around, he'd lose track on Miguel who was currently inside of the very building he was standing on top of.

The shaking grew, pebbles and vent plates rattling around him, then everything fell back into place.

One, two, thre, four pairs of feet hit the ground.

“Where’s Margo?” Peter asked, eyes not leaving the ground under him.

“In our ears singing,” Gwen groaned. “Where’s Mayday?”

“Enjoying a lovely Mommy-Daughter date with MJ and her girlfriends. Glad to have you all join me.”

“How’d you know he was going to be here?” Hobie crossed his arms.

“Like I said, buddies!”

“You waited outside of his office, didn’t you?” Pavitr pointed his finger at Peter.

Peter turned around with an offended face, “Details-schmetails!”

“Well, do you have any idea what he’s up to now?” Gwen put a hand on her hip.

“Well, we’re on the roof of an apartment, super expensive might I add, and I’m assuming his apartment is here. So maybe he’s just getting a nap in.”

“He’s on the move,” Margo’s voice buzzed through all of the teens' ears and they ran to the edge of the building, practically pushing Peter to the side.

“He’s wearing normal clothes for once,” Gwen’s voice was shocked.

“His trousers are quite nice,” Hobie nodded as if he was looking at a magazine.

“It’s so…weird,” Miles shuddered. “I’ve never seen him in anything else but his suit.”

“He wore a nice button-down to my Zoom celebration once,” Margo hummed.

“Guys?” Pavitr’s voice went high. “Where’s Peter?”

The three of them turned around to see a missing pink-robed Spider.

“Oh, come on!” Miles jumped from the roof to the next one, following the pink fluff. Miguel was walking fast on the sidewalk and Peter was keeping his trail from up high.

“Really, Peter?” Gwen swung alongside the two with the rest right on their tails. “Some mentor you are.”

“I’m a great teacher! You’re all catching on quite well,” Peter swung lower as Miguel crossed the street.

Colors flew across the sky, contrasting with the constant grays and small specs of green of Nueva York. Scaling from building to building was a lot easier with flying cars added to the mix, but it was a little odd to see wobbling vehicles every now and then.

“I think you guys should slow it down. His pace changed,” Margo noted. “He’s stopping at…a park? Didn’t know they still had those here.”

With a sturdy pull, Miles used his web to stop Peeter from running any further and the now quintet landed on the ground a safe distance from the park.

“A little dreary for a park, innit?” One eye on Hobie’s mask went higher than the other.

From where they were hiding, steel statues stood tall, tufts of greenery growing up the structure. There was more pavement than grass and the walkways contained several dips and turns.

“I think there’s some flare to it,” Miles countered. “Could use a lot more color.”

They quieted down as they watched Miguel find an empty bench. He sat down and started to rub his hands against his pants. He sat for a minute or so before he checked his watch and his leg started to bounce.

“Is he waiting on someone?” Gwen whispered.

“Oh, I wonder who it could be?” Pav whispered back.

“Why are you guys whispering?” Margo paused her side mission of trying to find any security cameras in the area.

“Doesn’t he have super-hearing?” Miles asked.

“Over this much noise?” Hobie brought the talking level back to normal. “If he doesn’t suspect us of following him, there’s no need for him to focus on us.”

After about five minutes of watching and making a game out of how many times can Miguel check his clothes, with Peter mumbling about how the pants aren’t going to get any looser with those thighs, everyone holds their breath as they watch someone take a seat next to him.

Miguel’s entire demeanor changed.

His face lit up, his back straightened, and the tension from his body fell.

“No way,” Pavitr whispered excitedly. “Guys!”

“What’s going on? I still can’t get into the security cams,” Margo’s voice was impatient.

“Miguel…has a partner?” Gwen tilted her head watching the two react. The mystery person got up to hug Miguel as he sat on the bench. He hesitated a bit, fingers twitching awkwardly before he hugged them back. “Or not.”

“If one of you could get closer, I could pitch the sound to everyone. And, I could see!”

Everyone turned to Miles.

“Why is everybody looking at me?”

“You can turn invisible, genius,” Gwen said.

He just sighed and faded from head to toe.

“How’s it going Spidey?” you lean back from your hug to look down at him. Your hands rub his shoulders. “You look nice today.”

Miguel averted his eyes, “You’re not supposed to call me that-”

“Outside of HQ or our phone calls. I know, I know. Seriously though, why are you so dressed up today? Got a hot date waiting?”

Miguel tilted his head, “Do I really look nice?”

The shirt he was wearing was barely hiding anything, any tighter and it would have been considered a muscle tee. It was tucked into some slacks with a belt that made his tiny waist even smaller. The pants hugged his thighs just enough.

“Yeah!” More than he could imagine.

“Thanks,” he smiled a bit. “There’s no hot date. Just wearing something casual.”

Your shoulders lifted at the words.

“Cool, cool.”

“You look nice, as well.”

“Really?” you looked down at your last-minute outfit. Some gray joggers you found at a thrift store and a hoodie you’re almost certain has a random bleach stain somewhere on the back. “You’re digging the midnight chic?”

“Midnight chic?”

“Yeah, an outfit you wear when going out for a snack in the middle of the night.”

Miguel pursed his lips, “It looks soft. Comfortable.”

You involuntarily gripped your bag tighter, watching Miguel’s eyes roam you from the neck down.

Lately, he’s been saying things that make your stomach flutter, from being willing to beat up your boss to fussing at you for running errands so late to remembering small details from months ago.

Only recently has his eyes began to wander. He doesn’t catch on as fast when you explain things to him. You’ve caught him staring at you while you’re looking at other things. His smile lingered a little longer. His hands were a lot more careful. Sometimes, he’d tense up when you touched him.

It was all so confusing and the feelings you’ve pushed down for years have crawled their way back up, waiting at the back of your tongue to be announced.

Still, you were just here to help him for as long as he needed you. Nothing more, nothing less.

You cleared your throat, “Okay so, you said you needed help with…Excel?”

“Mm hm,” Miguel nodded and locked his eyes back on your face.

You pulled your laptop, turning up the brightness so that the scenery wouldn’t shoot straight through the transparent device.

“So, this program is like, extremely old.”

“I know, but it's a middle ground for all of the Spiders. Anything newer would be too much for about a fourth of them and anything older would take ages for anyone to complete.”

“Got it,” you inch close enough to Miguel for his cologne to dance around you. He leaned closer to squint at your laptop and you had to will your hands to not shake like jelly. “So, the program is actually pretty simple. You just enter formulas, charts, numbers, or information in these boxes. There’s a lot more manual work than we’re used to, but it won’t take much to get used to.”

You walked Miguel through everything you’ve taught yourself over the past few days. Having him put in formulas and waiting for the result.

“Like this?”

“Almost! You’re missing a letter here.”

“Can you go over it again?”

Miguel's hands would hover over the keyboard, eyes focused and nose scrunched. Sometimes you would fight the screaming in your head and place your hands over his, helping him punch certain numbers in.

“Miguel, I think you’re messing with me. We’ve repeated this same thing on four other sheets now. I know you’re smarter than that.”

He poked his tongue in his cheek, “I’m just quadruple checking. Gotta teach this to some older people.”

“Fine,” you snort. “One more time and then I have to get ready to go.”

“Already?” Miguel turned to you. “I thought you didn’t have to be somewhere until this evening.”

“I don’t, but I can’t go looking like this. You spent 30 minutes arguing with me about the interface. Don’t you have to go back to HQ soon?”

“No.”

There was a noise behind you. You turn around to see nothing but a curved wall embedded with vines.

You put your heart to your chest, “God, I thought that was a reporter or something. Just the wind I suppose.”

Miguel’s eyes stayed planted on the empty space, “On second thought, let me walk you there. Don’t want any surprises.”

“So you don’t need me to go over this for the fifth time?”

“Nope,” Miguel grinned down at you. “I got it the first time, actually.”

“Oh my god,” you laugh as you hit his arm. He doesn’t even flinch. “You’re such a jerk.”

He looked around and got behind you to squat down, tapping on his gizmo. You could only hide so much of him. “Would a jerk swing you to your apartment?”

You look up at him equipped with his mask.

“He probably would, actually.”

“Aw,” Miguel said, red marks for eyes holding so much sadness. “Oh well.”

You yell as he yanks you up by the waist and shoots his web up to the nearest flying car.

“Miles! You almost screwed us over!” Margo did her best to wipe their trace.

“I panicked!” Miles tried to explain himself as he ran on the windows of a skyscraper.

“For what?” Gwen flipped as she connected from one structure to the next. “It was so clear that he meant that he wanted to be with whoever that was, not because he wants to quit HQ.”

“Seeing him like that feels like we met a new man,” Hobie said. His boots were light in the air. “Don’t like it.”

“You say that like he doesn’t let you get away with everything,” Pavitr said.

“Like what?”

“Like giving away food to the street cleaners.”

“Or like pasting your band stickers everywhere.”

“Or painting an ACAB mural.”

“To be fair, Miguel aligns with every single one of those things,” Hobie shrugged.

“This is great and all, but talk about a major fail,” Peter sighed. “He clearly needs a wingman.”

“I thought he did pretty good!” Miles said.

The rest of the group made a range of judging noises.

“His game definitely needs some work and he’s already on his way back to HQ, so hurry it up, guys. We need to hustle and huddle.”

Miguel was at his dock again, preparing to go check out the anomalies of the week.

He was back doing the thing that distracted him most: thinking about you.

Yesterday only confirmed what he’s been thinking about ever since you opened your mouth.

He’s absolutely infatuated with you.

At first, he thought it was a fluke, a blip in his timeline. No matter how many times your jokes made him chuckle or your smile brought him warmth, he wasn’t going to lean into it.

But then, you called him one night and your voice brought him back from the darkness that was consuming him. Stories of your life, an exchange of nostalgia, a whisper of hope for the future, and the confirmation that he was more than the error in time that he thought he was.

You’re something that he more than adored.

And yet, he still hasn’t figured out how to tell you.

He wanted more than the monthly meetups to refresh his memory on the stupid tech that kept this building running.

Truthfully, he could call Gabriel, or worst case scenario, Xina for help, but every time he got a chance it was your name that crossed his mind.

Miguel sighed as he started to shut some tabs down.

“Spiders incoming,” Lyla popped up to inform him.

Miguel saw the gaggle of teens plus Peter walking to his office.

“Here we go,” he grumbled.

“Turn that frown upside-down! Company is always good,” Lyla said.

Before Peter can open his mouth Miguel is beating him to it.

“What do you want?”

“Ouch!” Peter laughed. “Not up for a bit of family bonding time?”

“Not with you.”

“Oh c’mon, Miguel,” Peter inches forward as Miguel’s platform comes down. “Hear us out.”

“Make it quick.”

The teens all stared at Peter who looked back and forth between them.

“Do any of you not know what the word ��quick’ means?” Miguel asked with irritation lining his voice.

“Well,” Miles started.

“You see, we were thinking that you might need some help,” Gwen finishes.

Miguel crossed his arms, “Help with what.”

“Your sad flirting,” Hobie says.

“What?”

“You know,” Peter puts his arm around Miguel’s shoulders. “You need a wingman!”

Miguel’s frown grew deeper, “What are you talking about? Did you guys spy on me?”

Six voices overloaded Miguel’s eardrums, all explaining their part of some convoluted scheme.

“Alright, alight! Quiet!” Miguel holds his hands out. “Margo!”

Miguel pinned his eyes to her with his eyebrows pinched.

She danced from foot to foot, face scrunched, “We just! We were worried about you so we followed you and saw you making googly eyes at someone!” The words spilled out of her like water.

Everyone but Hobie looked at Margo incredulously.

“What?” she whined. “He was giving me his disappointed look. The disappointment was torturing me!”

Miguel turned and paced, pinching his nose as he whispered to himself.

“Miguel, they could help you!” Lyla said cheerfully. “You’ve only been crushing on them for what…multiple years?”

“Lyla!”

“Multiple years? No wonder you’re always so tense. That’s pretty sad, bro,” Pavitr hummed.

Miguel pointed his finger, “Don’t bro me.”

“Still seeking authority in his moment of weakness. Something’s got to give,” Hobie went to lean on a wall.

“We really thought something terrible was going on,” Miles’ shoulders drop. “You also go M.I.A. whenever you have a problem.”

“We just wanted to help,” Gwen supplied.

“Hey man, don’t blame the kids for this one, alright?” Peter’s voice lowered so only the two of them could hear it, albeit a bit useless in a room full of power-holding teens. “Say the word and we’ll stay out of it, but the kids deserve to know why you were canceling on them at least.”

Miguel looked at Peter with an exasperated face before looking at the teens, three of which looked like they were about to cry.

He rolled his eyes to the ceiling and let out a deep breath, “I’m not sick.”

“But lovesick?” Margo asked.

He gave her a tired look, “Yes.”

“Well why not say that instead of just disappearing?”

“They’re the one who helped make the tech for this society. Without them, there would be no updated gizmos, no updated Lyla, no new ideas. Every time I left it was to…get insight on something here. To fix broken tech.”

“And to stare in their face,” Pavitr snickered.

Miguel panned his eyes to the floor, too embarrassed to admit it.

“What’s the hold up in telling them how you feel?” Peter asked. “There’s no time like the present.”

“Don’t tell me yesterday was an example of what happens when you try to confess?” Gwen’s face twisted up, teeth clenched in second-hand embarrassment.

Miguel’s silence was enough of an answer.

“Tío,” Miles closed his eyes then looked back up dramatically with his hands out. “¡Vamo’! Sácale, llévale al cine.”

Lyla put a spotlight on Miles and held a microphone out to him while Miguel groaned.

“Cómprale, un ramo de flores!”

“Ya no puédo mas,” Miguel swiped through the holographic mic. “Eso no va a funcionar.”

Miles slumped, “But how do you know? You haven’t even tried! Bañate, junto con el-”

“Don’t finish that song, Miles,” Miguel’s fingers went to his temples.

“You should really listen to the lyrics-”

“Why don’t we help you win them over?” Margo stood in between the two, ending the squabble. “It’s clear that they seem to like you too.”

Miguel's eyes went softer staring at Margo’s pleading face, “How do you know?”

“We quite literally saw it,” Hobie spoke as if Miguel lost his mind. “No one ever talks to you that sweet.”

The teens all nodded their head in unison and Peter did a horrible job at hiding his laugh.

Hobie wasn’t done, “Don’t let someone like that slip through your fingers.”

Miguel was at the park again, dressed up even more than last time. An open navy button-down was tucked into his pants, his slacks were dark gray, and he had on one of the more expensive pairs of dress shoes he owned. A chain he borrowed from Gabriel adorned his neck and he let his hair natural and loose for once.

Under Miles’ advice, he did buy some flowers. Hobie told him to remain calm, Gwen told him to just talk, Pavitr gave him a bullet point list of what and what not to do, and Margo told him that he was the best no matter how the confession turned out.

Peter went on and on about the importance of love and relationships but Miguel was never inclined to listen to him. He did keep the comment about letting you know how much he means to you to heart, though.

He was so in his own thoughts when you showed up in front of him that he didn’t even notice you at first.

He jumped when you tapped his shoulder.

“Woah, it’s just me. And you’re super dressed up today. What’s the occasion? I’m not taking ‘casual’ for an answer this time.”

Miguel swallowed dryly, grip on the bouquet of cool-toned flowers almost enough to wilt the stems.

“Flowers?” your eyes went to his hand.

“Yeah, um.”

Just breathe, Miguel!

Margo’s perky reminders sounded off in Miguel’s head.

“I brought them for you,” Miguel placed them in your hands.

“Oh!” your face lit up. “These are beautiful. Thank you so much. I didn’t get you anything, though. I didn’t know we were bringing gifts today.”

“No need. I wanted to get them because,” Miguel felt his throat closing in. “I really, really like you.”

The smile on your face dropped as you stared at him.

“It’s been particularly hard over the past years to try to focus without you running through my thoughts and I don’t want the fear of myself or my circumstance to stop me from having a chance to be with you.”

Maybe his ears could pick up how fast your heart was going, too.

“So if you’re willing, will you please go out with me?”

You dropped the flowers and brought him in for a tight hug.

“Are you kidding me? Of course, I’ll go out with you.”

Miguel was quick to wrap his arms around you today, burying his face in your neck, “No hesitation?”

“I’ve been wanting and honestly, waiting for one of us to make a move for years. You’re always so busy, so I was too nervous to even bother,” you look back at Miguel’s face, smiling from ear to ear.

“Sorry to keep you waiting then.”

You looked from his lips to his eyes, “Can we skip a few steps?”

“Such as?”

You pushed forward, melting into him as you slotted his lips against yours, head full of warmth and clouds. Miguel matched your pace, hand on your back as he pressed against you. When he opened your lips you pulled back, breath dancing against his.

“Swing me to my apartment?”

Miguel smirked, “Always.”

As always, like, reblog, and COMMENT. Let me know how you guys feel! 🩵

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stealcorpses83 · 1 year ago

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assigning behaviors I've noticed in people to pjsk characters:

tsukasa: writes his name EVERYWHERE. his desk at school has "tsukasa" "tsukasa" "tsukasa" "tsukasa" written all over it, his notebooks too and even his classmates' notebooks (from a classmate)

shizuku: says "oh, madonna!" instead of "oh god" (from my italian grandpa)

saki: tsukasa rides a bike and saki sits on the handlebar & every time they have to stop they fall off but they just get up and go on like nothing's happened (from an old friend)

mizuki: accidentally sends "penis shaped messages" and immediately points it out (me)

ena: is so fucking done with mizuki's penis messages (my friends)

kanade: "uhh i think I'm forgetting something? oh well it probably wasn't important" hasn't drank water since yesterday (me again)

rui: extremely verbose, to the point where everyone around him thinks he's some sort of philosophical genius but in reality he's just saying dumb shit and articulating it intelligently (my italian grandpa again so sorry)

an: sends her friends "hot milfs in your area" messages pretending to be a bot because silly and immediately gets banned ( @robinoullea literally)

airi: wants to be supportive but types way too quickly ( @robinoullea trying to say "10/10")

emu: says the most deranged things in roblox chats and manages to not get censored while her friend (nene) can't even go one sentence without "########" ( @harukaisu )

nene, trying to tell tsukasa to reset his roblox avatar because he got stuck: uhhh kill yourself (me) (I'M SO SORRY)

minori: tries to download a pin and accidentally sends it to a random person and dies of embarrassment (everyone. no one is safe from Pinterest's AWFUL interface)

ichika: goes into a store. gets an ingredient. goes back home. goes back. gets an ingredient. goes back home. repeat until she's got everything to make dinner when it's already 11pm (my forgetful mom)

mafuyu: has the most DERANGED dreams I'm not even kidding ( @robinoullea when he had that one dream where he sent me a tiktok meme of Richard Watterson saying the names of popular pornstars with them flashing on screen for a second each. I've cried real tears about this btw)

kohane: has a chicken farm in minecraft but she's so attached to them that she can't kill any of them for food so they just keep reproducing and in turn the server keeps getting laggier. eventually a creeper explodes right next to it and she throws herself off a mountain (me)

haruka: uses the default pfp which is also the pfp that shows when you get blocked by someone. she also turns her phone off often (which causes messages to not get sent until it's on) so minori always panics and sends her messages to make sure she's not blocked (classmate)

akito: makes gagging noises on purpose because it makes ena gag too and get VERY annoyed and he finds it funny (classmate)

toya: unintentionally causes a lot of fights in vbs regarding what the best way to make coffee is (my whole friend group) (except me i do it on purpose)

honami: whenever someone tags her in l/n's group chat she heroically says "who calls for my help?" ( @robinoullea )

shiho: doesn't have the heart to tell honami how funny it is when she does that (not me i always make sure to mention it)

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sol-rambles · 7 months ago

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Kab seems so utterly confused at the concept if chasing power. It's asthough she herself isn't also chasing power, because what is Karma's law but an attempt at gaining power.

Like, she can say it's just statistics driving her as much as she wants it to be true. It cannot be, she sees people killing others and wanrs to enforce her own laws, morals or whatever she wants to call it.

But, that is her grasp for power, she wants the server to have true neutrality and she currently does not have the power to do so. And, honestly unless she can convince someone to help her with her goals (which ends in eventual peace, you do not punish someone for killing unless you want peace.) She won't get anywhere, since at the moment all she has been doing is driving away allies and potential teammates away as she attempt to force her morals and images on to them.

For example, Zam, she viewed (or perhaps still views) their ideals for the server as one and the same. If someone dies, their killer must also die to even out the scales, this results in literally nothing ever happening in the realm in hearts.

Like, what is Karma (Kab) going to do with the hearts gained from her righteous killings? She could perhaps return them to their 'original' owners, but likely Kab will get them.

Anyways, Zam understands lifesteal far better than Kab (obviously, he has far much more experience than Kab does). But he sees random killings as a necessary thing that happens on the server, something to keep the server functional. Therefore, has basically no issues with them.

But as Zam's ideals for the server do not align with what Kab thought they were she sees them as wrong, stating that his ideals are unfair and biased for having different ideas of what is right and wrong for the server. Zam wants the server to function, yet Kab's goals almost directly contradict this, its as if she wants were to come to fruition the server would hit a standstill, hearts only being lost or just not ever moving from who had them 'originally' (when she started Karma).

She does however, want the peace to the server, something that often comes with being new the server (with some exceptions being flame, mane, wemmbu.)

Everything Kab does is a grasp for power, from toying with Zam to allying with him each bit of this was her attempting to befriend him and shape him into her image of him.

I wrote this in a free class so writing below:

#solglas speaks #sol rambles #deadly cat posting #lifesteal spoilers #lifesteal smp #princezam #kaboodle

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fattummyt · 1 month ago

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Doomfist | Akande Ogundimu/Lúcio Correia dos Santos - "I Wanna Get Better" 🌶

Summary: Akande has turned his back on Talon and is now an agent of Overwatch. After returning the Doomfist gauntlet he's begun to experience some phantom pains and nurse Lúcio prescribes him some one-on-one physical therapy, during which Akande's thoughts begin to run wild.

Tags: Lúcio is a kind muffin and Akande wants a piece, Lúcio is a Little Shit, Daydreaming, Humor, Portuguese, Nurse, Amputees, Phantom Pains, Physical Therapy, Trust, Rough Oral Sex, Dirty Thoughts, Inappropriate Erections, Top Akande, Bottom Lúcio

Warnings: Dubious Consent

Author's Notes: Unfortunately this ship isn't super active anymore, but I remember the day when there was an active community on Tumblr! I remember being invited to join a Doomcio Discord server. It was such a nice experience. (❁´◡`❁) I miss it! Any who, I originally uploaded to AO3 under my old username.

Nossa Senhora! - Oh my God! (Portuguese), Title inspired by "I Wanna Get Better" by Bleachers.

Read it on AO3 here!

In skated Lúcio, donning a green tank top and a pair of blue basketball shorts that did nothing to hide his scars and prosthetics, but everything to show off his nicely shaped bum and thighs. Akande almost choked on his own spit-- maybe he'd made a mistake-- maybe he should turn around and head back to his room. Before he could make his decision the pulsing base came to a stop and Lúcio's voice filled the echoed hallway.

To see Doomfist at Watchpoint: Gibraltar was certainly a sight one had to blink twice at. The man whose face haunted Overwatch agents was now seated in a far-too-small chair in the med bay.

Still as threatening as ever, but with a softer demeanor-- which didn't mean much, considering he was still just as brass.

Mercy was patching up some soldiers, working tirelessly as usual to keep everything running smooth. Nobody questioned her or her abilities, instead, they waited patiently to be seen by her, knowing they'd be in good hands. Akande, however, did not like to be kept waiting.

He stood and spoke in a normal tone, yet the deepness boomed through the medbay, catching everyone's attention.

"Little woman," He called out. "I need assistance."

His comment was followed by the rapid beeping of multiple patients' cardiac monitors, Angela took note of that before deciding to respond to him. "Just a moment, Mr. Ogundimu." She called over, checking a nearby patient's clipboard.

"Don't worry, I got ya Angela!"

In walked Lúcio-- or in danced Lúcio, one should say-- leisurely skating through the hall of hospital beds, throwing in a fancy twirl or two. Akande sat down as Lúcio approached, his chair creaking with pain. He didn't prefer sitting but he noticed it made it easier to speak with 'tiny people' that way, it also made half of the room's heart rate decrease.

Akande wasn't quite sure the feelings he had toward the spunky Brazilian, standing a mere 5 foot 3 inches to his giantness, a figure as small as his wouldn't even register on his radar. Hana, who's only inches taller than Lúcio has more than once experienced crushed toes at the hands or feet of Doomfist: The Successor, yet Akande found himself focusing in on Lúcio whenever he entered the room.

It must be all that noise he makes.

Lúcio stopped a few feet in front of him, smiling sweetly before announcing. "Welcome to Watchpoint: Gibraltar's state of the art medbay!"

"I've seen better." Akande replied flatly.

Lúcio wasn't quite sure how to interpret Akande's humor, after all, the man is usually very straightforward, sarcasm doesn't seem like his forte. He clicked his pen a little nervously-- however, nervous was an understatement. Even with one arm, Akande could take down the whole med bay, so he chose his words carefully.

"Can't say I'm surprised by that. I hear Numbani has some pretty rich people, yourself included."

Akande was always happy to hear about his success from others, but side conversations would have to wait. He glanced over Lúcio's name tag, a frog sticker plastered on the front.

"Mr. Correia dos Santos." "--No need for formalities, you can just call me Lúcio." The larger man nodded, only a bit annoyed by the interruption.

"Lúcio. I need your assistance. I'm experiencing pain in my missing limb."

Lúcio wasn't at all surprised by this. He himself still experiences the pain of phantom limbs-- but he's had his prosthetics so long, he hardly notices them anymore.

"Alright, describe to me the pain you're feeling and where."

Akande paused, giving Lúcio a squint that read 'you clearly see I am missing part of my arm, correct?' It wasn't easy to break that stoic scowl that Akande always made, but when he did, his faces were priceless. Lúcio laughed jovially at Akande's silly expression. Had this been another nurse on another day, Akande would've felt his rage flair up, but instead he sat quietly, watching the sway of Lúcio's large locs as he shook with laughter.

Lúcio quickly collected himself, "Listen, I know this might sound weird, but you're gonna have to describe your pain so we can figure out how we can best help you, okay?"

"The pain is currently in my hand, I feel a cramping, twisting ache, but other times it is a sudden jolt of pain. Why is that?" Akande has been without part of his arm for some time now and it was only recently that he returned the Doomfist gauntlet, no doubt his body is noticing the difference. Lúcio wasn't quite sure he knew how to easily explain this to him. He jotted down some notes on his clipboard, mulling over his words.

"Listen, lemme break it down for you, okay?" He slowly reached over, grabbing Akande's muscular upper arm. "So part of your arm is gone. You can see that and you feel that-- and your body can too. You know it's gone, but your nerves don't." Lúcio tapped the side of his head but Akande only offered a confused scowl.

"So look, your body's like a baby-- it's readjusting; figuring out how to walk again." Akande had never heard his body be referred to as a baby, but he let the tiny Brazilian continue. "And meanwhile, you're brain's tryna catch up. It knows something's off, but it can't tell why. Our brain sends us pain signals to tell us something's wrong, so this pain is your brain yelling at you:" He mimed a talking motions with his hand. "'Akande this feels weird, you should check it out!' Ya get me?"

Akande found the silly antics Lúcio made entertaining, but before Lúcio could start again he interrupted. "You cannot help me, can you?" Less of a question, he was more so stating a fact.

Lúcio sighed, skating over to take a seat in the chair beside Akande. "We'll do everything we can to make you feel comfortable, but we can't stop the pain. I'm sorry, man."

Akande didn't respond, thinking over ways to silence this growing ache.

"Hey, listen. We've got physical therapy every morning here. Come to a few of the sessions and I can try to help you out."

Physical therapy? I am in tip top shape. Nothing that tiny Brazilian can do could possibly increase my strength or tolerance to pain.

Akande scoffed, waving the smaller man off. "C'mon. Nobody's too good for physical therapy. Check it--" Lúcio rolled up the leg of his loose scrub trousers, revealing his roller skate prosthetics as well as his lengthy scars. Akande couldn't help but take notice of the smooth, toned flesh of Lúcio's leg. "I still go every week." He chuckled.

Something about the way he spoke, the way his eyes twinkle when he smiles made the chair he sat in feel tiny-- tinier than usual. Much too small for Akande to spend a moment longer in that crowded hall. "I will take your word for it." He replied chastely before standing up and exiting the med bay.

His thoughts finally began to become clearer as he felt the heat subside from his body with every step, distancing himself from the Brazilian. That is, until Lúcio called out to him. "Yo Akande! I'll see you at 6 am sharp, okay man?" Akande didn't stop, if anything, he sped up as he waved him off.

Lúcio smiled at that as Angela approached. "That went well." She remarked.

"Yeah, well, you know I got that special rhythm." He popped and locked and she giggled. "How much you wanna bet that he'll be here 6 am sharp?"

"Oh, I'm not sure I want to." She sang. "No one can say no to the goatee, Dr. Z. See? Not even you."

She laughed. "Alright enough. I hope you are able to make some progress during your little rendezvous tomorrow. I'll be here helping the other physical therapy patients." By other, she meant the ones too scared to see Akande.

"No problem!" He called back to her, skating away to go check on some waiting patients.

Reinhardt, a betting man, was out 20 dollars that morning, because at 5:15 am, right as Lúcio arrived to open the Gibraltar gym, Akande was there waiting for him.

He heard the Brazilian approaching by the deep rhythmic base of his headphones. Akande was already prepared, dressed in a black tank top and a pair of plain gray sweatpants-- he didn't bother wearing shoes, partially out of fear of stepping on someone's toes.

"Woah, man you're a little early." He joked. Akande was not laughing, however. He simply gave a silent nod, approaching as Lúcio turned to unlock the padlocked door. Akande looked over the chain inquisitively but did not speak, hoping to keep all non therapy related conversations to a minimum.

"You're wondering why we keep a padlock on the gym door? Yeah, I used to wonder myself. Well, until I joined the med team." He dug in his pocket pulling out a ring crowded with jingling keys. "Some of the agents here would rather train than sleep. Can't say I blame them. Lots of people have problems that only seem to show up when they sleep. But, hey, that's what we're there at the med bay for." He flipped through key after key, trying every other one only to get negative results.

Akande mentally blocked everything the tiny Brazilian began rambling on about, instead fixating on the smaller man's frame. He wasn't large, he had an average muscle build at best and besides his skates, bleached locs, and shoulder tattoo, he didn't seem to have any outstanding qualities.

He is in no way a threat to me, so what is it about him that commands my attention then? He couldn't figure it out.

Suddenly, Akande's thoughts were interrupted by a melodic humming coming from Lúcio. Akande glanced over at him, unsure if he was aware of the sounds he was making. Lúcio continued, humming the tune a little louder as he began swaying to the silent beat. Soon enough he was moving his shoulders, popping and locking as he picked through the ring of keys. This was all very amusing and any other morning Akande might've laughed, but today he could only offer a tired sigh.

"Ah-- got it!" Lúcio yelled excitedly, pushing a tiny silver key into the lock and the chain fell to the floor. "Alright, you ready to get pumped, my man?!" Lúcio's volume caught Akande off guard, his ears ringing.

"Must you always be this loud?" Akande fired back, raising his voice only slightly, but sounding in the halls like a loud boom.

"That's the energy you're gonna need!-- Lets go!"

Lúcio gave him a few friendly jabs in the abdomen before pulling open the door and as Akande stepped in the motion sensor lights flickered on to reveal a large athletics gym, the floor a glossy brown wood partially covered in soft wrestling mats.

"Where are the weights?" Akande called out, upon not receiving a response he turned around to see Lúcio had disappeared. "Tiny man. I do not have time for games."

"Sorry man, just pickin' out some tunes!" Akande looked down to see the Brazilian seated on the floor beside him. Akande hadn't even noticed him. He made a note to be more aware of his surroundings.

"Whaddya like? Pop, rock, reggaeton, instrumentals, hip hop, afrobeats, Jùjú, EDM, house?" Akande blinked slowly as Lúcio continued listing off words he'd never heard. He wasn't a fan of music at all, in fact. "The choice is up to you."

Lúcio did a little shimmy in his seat. "Alright! I'm gonna play from the Samba collection, I know you'll like this stuff."

He pressed play on his phone and the Bluetooth speakers in the gym began busting some fast paced Afro-Brazilian beats. Akande did not like it, it was much too chaotic for his liking, but he waited silently as Lúcio stood up to join him.

"Alright man, lets go, shake that sleep out! Feel the music!" Akande gave him a look that read: 'do I look I dance for fun?'

"C'mon man, you got a heartbeat! I know you got a beat in you somewhere!" Akande sighed as Lúcio began to sing with the music, he had a nice voice but he was a little too noisy for his liking. Standing utterly still, he grabbed Lúcio by the arm, stopping his movement and Lúcio felt his heart drop. Akande's fingers curled tightly around his wrist like a blood pressure monitor, his bicep larger than Lúcio's head. Lúcio looked up at him, fear spreading in his belly and a small smile curled up at the ends of Akande's lips. He lifted Lúcio's arm and twirled him around, maybe even a little too rough as the Brazilian quickly spun out of control, landing on his butt.

Akande's laugh boomed through the large gym and accompanying hallways as Lúcio sat in a dazed state, his head still dizzy from the spin, ears burning from what was likely a mixture of adrenaline and embarrassment. Akande looked down at him, a smile on his face, which would be considered a somewhat friendly expression had it not been for the fact that it made Lúcio's heart rattle.

"Did I scare you, little man?" Akande laughed.

"Nah, you just surprised me that's all." Lúcio hopped to his feet. "Can't say I expected a ballroom dancer out of a guy like you." Lúcio chuckled.

"I was not dancing. I spun you, see?"

Just as he did before, he grabbed Lúcio by the arm, but this time Lúcio put a hand to Akande's stomach. "One second buddy-- alright that was fun the first time but we've got hours to do some spinning around. How about some stretches?" Lúcio's arm was motionless, even if he wanted to there was no way he could budge Akande's grip. Still, his hand rested on his stomach, the peaks and valleys of Akande's abs prominent against his fingers. It was only when he inhaled did Lúcio realize this and pull his hand away, his arm still held firm in Akande's grasp.

Akande's eyes examined the tiny Brazilian man's body, tracing the outline of his ass and the shrink of his waist and found himself captivated by his endowed figure. Lúcio twisted his arm a little bit before clearing his throat, his skin beginning to prickle with goosebumps. "You, uh, okay there, bro?" Lúcio managed.

Only then did Akande look him in his face, his eyes a piercing brownish-red. The heat from Lúcio's body poured into his cheeks, his dark complexion a saving grace at this very moment.

"We shall stretch then." He released his forearm, turning around to approach the mat covered floor. In the time being, Lúcio's arm fell to his side, his heart racing to recover from what just took place. "I'll meet ya over there." He called out, a little weakly.

Akande smiled to himself. He wasn't quite sure if Lúcio's behavior was due to fear or embarrassment, but for some reason he enjoyed throwing the tiny dancer off his game. He enjoyed pursuing him and playing with him. Lúcio was enjoying himself too, but in a different way.

The rest of physical therapy went smoothly, 60 second intervals of varying stretches to Samba and every once in a while a little jam session, courtesy of Lúcio. The end, unbeknownst to Lúcio, was gonna focus more on him.

They were preparing to leave the gym, Akande waiting by the doors as Lúcio returned all of their yoga items used to their original places. "Lúcio." Akande called out, the first time he'd spoken his name since they'd been here.

"What's up, man?" Lúcio approached, a green frog decorated water bottle in hand.

"How fast are you?"

Lúcio chuckled. "Pretty fast, if I do say so myself."

"You are a healer, correct? You heal very easily in battle?"

"For sure! That's my specialty."

"You must stay by my side in battle."

Lúcio snorted a little bit, taking a sip from his water bottle before Akande continued. "Your healers are slow and often preoccupied. They are not able to reach me in time." Lúcio scoffed. "You need to worry about healing up before we talk anything about missions, homie--" "--We will discuss this now." Akande interrupted.

"You are small. I will keep you safe, and in return you will stay by my side and heal me in battle." Lúcio felt his skin prickle again. Akande seemed serious--adamant almost-- and it put a skip in his heart. Lúcio began anxiously fiddling with the sports cap on his water bottle, and Akande took notice.

"Listen, I'm glad you trust me, but I don't pick the teams, Akande. We gotta focus on you getting better for right now, okay?" Akande approached him, his large hand coming up to rest on Lúcio's tiny shoulder. "I trust you." He said. The look in his eyes was far different from any look he'd given Lúcio before. It was soft, warm. His touch was gentle, much different than the way he'd grabbed him earlier. Lúcio couldn't help but smile a little at that.

"Thanks man, I trust you too." He replied. Truly, Lúcio felt a warmness in his heart, Akande had come a long way from being an enemy. Hopefully sooner or later his fellow Overwatch agents would begin to feel the same.

Akande frowned. "You don't believe I would hurt you?" Lúcio managed a smirk. "No way! You're one of us. Plus, you seem like a pretty nice guy."

Akande mirrored Lúcio's smirk before grasping the base of his locs, tugging his head to the side and leaning in to whisper. "Even nice people can hurt you." Lúcio could only manage an audible gasp as Akande dragged his tongue up his neck, his water bottle slipping from his hands, toppling to the floor.

Akande's hand moved to squeeze at Lúcio's waist as he kissed across his jaw, he was frozen, yet every nerve in his body was lit all at once.

"N-nossa Senhora." He choked out. That earned an approving laugh from Akande, who was surprisingly familiar with the exclamation. He pulled back, grinning. "Is that what you thought as you touched me earlier, tiny man?"

The rush of endorphins from the past minute had forced the English language right out of Lúcio's brain.

Akande laughed, an evil grin painting his face as he forced Lúcio against the door, turning and lifting the chain from the floor and securing it around the door handles before clicking the padlock in place.

"No one will look inside if they do not know we're here. Now, where did we leave off?" Akande looped his arms under Lúcio's thighs as he lifted him against the wall.

"You are so quiet now. What happened to all that energy you described earlier?"

"Akande no, we can't--" Akande leaned his forehead against his before leaning into a kiss. Lúcio's lips tensed before slowly reciprocating, soft enough to make Akande's chest flutter with glee. Lúcio pulled back, whispering against his lips.

"We can't do this here." "Mmm, you are right." He pressed another kiss to Lúcio's lips leaning his back against the wall setting him down. "Get on your knees."

Lúcio quickly obliged, loosening the drawstring of Akande's sweats before tugging the waistband down his hips. "Commando?" Akande smirked. "Always." Lúcio's chest tightened at hearing that. The reveal was sweet, pulling the sweatpants down his sculpted thighs, his cock rising from the loose fabric to stand stiff in the air. He was veiny, not quite as thick at the tip as he was at the base.

Lúcio's grip was like magic. He closed his fist around Akande's shaft as his other hand stroked over his head a few times. "Can you manage it, tiny man?" He laughed. "Hey, just be glad you're getting your dick sucked, you'd never get service like this over at Talon." He leaned in, trailing his tongue from the base to the tip before taking it into his mouth, his other hand massaging his balls. Akande groaned, what a beautiful sight in front of him.

"For such a modest man, it's obvious you've done this before." Lúcio smiled, pulling his cock from his mouth with a lewd pop before replying. "Never been called that before."

Akande pulled his lip into his teeth before cradling Lúcio's head, holding him in place as he thrust his dick deeper into the Brazilian's mouth. He groaned, the space growing tighter and tighter, so tight, he was surprised that he hadn't heard a cough or a wheeze from the tiny man yet. His lips spread around his cock as he gazed up at the Nigerian, doe eyed and full of lust.

"You want more?" Lúcio's fingers fondled his own erection as he bobbed his head up and down, urging Akande for deeper penetration. Akande groaned, thrusting his hips into Lúcio's mouth, earning strained gulps as his head grazed his uvula. He watched in awe as his cock disappeared farther into Lúcio's mouth. "What a nasty little healer you are." He whispered and Lúcio groaned, slurping as he pulled off his cock. He panted, utterly gasping for breath as saliva fell from his lips, a string catching on his chin. It'd been so long since he'd felt his mouth so full like this, it was intoxicating-- he was in a blurry haze.

Akande was beginning to realize his interest toward this average built, tiny, and seemingly unimpressive healer-- that filthy, unsuspecting innocence.

"I want to cum in your mouth." He slid his cock back in, his one hand stroking his shaft while his head bobbed, taking in as much of his cock as possible and Akande felt the familiar rush of his impending orgasm.

"Swallow it." He tugged hard at Lúcio's hair, voice a stern growl. "All of it." Lúcio groaned something high and breathy and Akande resisted the urge to continue fucking deep into his throat, squeezing his eyes shut as he met his climax, cum spilling into the tiny Brazilian.

--Lúcio's voice snapped Akande awake as he opened his eyes to see the smaller man standing in front of him.

"Akande? You good, man?" He glanced down at the water bottle clutched tight in Lúcio's hand and felt his heart rate begin to rest. "Y-yes." "Good. Can't get lost daydreaming! You still gotta do one more thing before we go.”

He rested his hand on Akande's residual limb and the larger man flinched ever so slightly. “Take a deep breath--” Before he could finish, Akande sighed reluctantly, his chest rising and falling as he huffed out. "Okay, now try taking a deeper breath and repeat after me: I wanna get better.” Akande eyed him hesitantly.

Why does he want me to say that phrase? What does this have to do with my therapy?

Lúcio replied with an encouraging nod. “I... want to get better.” Akande said, feeling just a little bit embarrassed. Lúcio smiled brightly and Akande felt goosebumps begin to rise on his skin, hurriedly pulling away before Lúcio could notice.

“Good. Now, one more time, homie.” “I want to get better.” Akande repeated, much more sure of himself this time.

Lúcio hopped up excitedly, raising his arm in preparation of a high five. “That's what I'm talkin' about! Don't you feel better already?”

Akande actually did notice a lapse in his phantom pain, although he wasn't quite sure if that was due to the stretches or the distraction of his explicit daydream.

He nodded, meeting Lúcio's firm high five before making his way out of the gym. "I will see you tomorrow, Lúcio."

As much as Akande wanted to stay and endure Lúcio's high energy, the hard on growing in his sweats required his immediate attention.

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#ao3 fanfic #my fanfictions #doomcio #doomfist #fistifrog #lucio correia dos santos #overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch fanfiction #ow #ow2 #lucio ow #doomfist overwatch #akande ogundimu #lúcio correia dos santos #lúcio overwatch #lucio x doomfist

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Professor Apple's Pokemon Snap: The Silverberg Research Center

Sorry its been a bit since my last update, have big, big news! Grant funding has come in and the scientific community is really banding together to work on this project. I think this blog got some eyes on this and all the nerds are traveling up to work with me. Seeing as we needed a place for everyone, I present...

So here's the overall grounds, the main lab is on the left, has our computer servers and a high tech spectrometer scanner to track the Illumina pings we get. There's also a garage for tinkering with the NEO-ONE, some basic laboratory setups for any tests we need to conduct, and one of the nicest kitchens i've had access to!

All the staff are homed in these very lovely tiny homes, we actually had a lovely construction crew come in with a team of Bidoof to whip these up in no time flat! I.. honestly might just move in here when the project is concluded, the lifestyle suites me!

So, with that said, there are a few local pokemon, as well as our team's partner pokemon that have taken up residence here, so I figured i'd show off the pictures i've taken on my walks around the area!

This is my Meowth, Fiddle Fig. She's enjoying herself a nap in the midday sun. Figgy was never much of an outdoor cat, a bit skittish, so it's nice to see her branching out and getting acquainted with nature! We actually needed to tune up the NEO-ONE, but no one wanted to wake her up (including me!)

This Stoutland is a big boy, and loves to get tummy rubs and scritches behind the ears. His partner spends about as much time grooming him as they do working on the NEO-ONE, but I think half the leaves and twigs in the forest would get caught in his fur otherwise.

One of the members of the comm team brought an Audino with them! She likes to help herself to the kitchen, and is quite the friendly addition to our crew. She's big into dancing, my understanding is she is big into Contests back in their home region, so I think she really likes to show off as a result. The crew are all pretty fond of her.

This Dedenne is an escape artist! It keeps getting out of its enclosure and draining our equipment! I'm not really sure how this guy ended up partnered to our network specialist, as we've had three fried motherboards due to him draining electricity!

Our little eevee is actual wild! I'm taking care of him for now, as he is rather sociable. He's getting along well with the other pokemon, and I think I might have myself a new partner! He can be a little standoffish, i'm trying to teach him to stay off the table, as the cleaning crew's Trubbish was eating our rubbish from lunch, and he got so snippy with me!

Trubbish got impatient. I guess thats one way to teach poor Eevee!

Now for the wild pokemon checking out our Center! The water trough is a popular roosting spot for the local Starly, they are extremely skittish, and typically will fly off at the sound of my camera click! Hard to get pics of them, unless distracted.

Believe it or not, but this is a wild Pikachu! This guy (you can tell he's a male by the angular tail, females have a little heart shape at the end of their tails), lives in the ideal habitat for pikachu, they enjoy living in wooded areas where it can scamper up into trees to get at fruit! I think the electicity our compund generates attracted him here, he's drained a bit of our reserves by rubing his cheeks against our generator.

There are quite a few Flutterby flitting about the area. These little guys love to eat the nectar from flowers, and have a rather sweet smell about them as a result. There are likely a lot of these specimens on the island, what with the Shaymin's flower field, but it is a bit hard to see these, they are some of the smallest pokemon species in existance, a far cry from the Wailords we recently encounted!

We noticed a few burrows in the area, and soon enough the culprit showed up, this Bunnelby is uniquely adapted, in that it actually digs with its ears, adapted to be strong shovel-like appendages, flinging excavated dirt of its shoulders! Seems it's settling in here, sharing in what veggies it can pilfer from our stock room.

Sudowoodo! This merry fellow hid from us for like, a week before we noticed him, kept creeping up closer and closer until it was obviously exposed. These pokemon seem to revel in their mimicry of trees and shrubs. Their bodies are made up of rock, actually, and I think they actually have adapted to enjoying tricking other pokemon and people. This one came in with a friend, actually, the Rattata has also become a staple of the center, aggravating Figgy to no end

Yep Fig, you'll get that Rattata, sure you will. Big fearsome Huntress!

Couldn't help but finish off with this, gotta love a naptime! I might need help with a name for Eevee, not sure what i'm gonna go with!

#apple silverberg #professor apple #ffxiv au #pokemon snap

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sketchfool · 2 months ago

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Deeply unserious au concept: Oops! This Bullshit All The Way Down (aka 'basically Everyone has unplayerlike instincts/needs, relying on the few people they trust to help while frantically obscuring those issues from every Other hermit')

Impulse as a summoned demon, Tango not his summoner so much as the soul-ballast keeping him here. Season by season adding Zed and then Skizz to counterweight the costs of remaining free. And if that also means sometimes Impulse will drag them down and use clever-careful claws to pry out their soul, their player-self, to hold and admire- well, Zed would say that's personal business thank youuuuu very! Much. :D

Pearl, a player whose eye for beauty keeps resulting in roles and powers that stop making sense if she thinks about them. First claimed by the moon as its heart. Then goddess of fields, and sunflowers-hearth, and hunting wolves- Pearl can't keep track. But there's lots of little peeping natural things that are hers, now. And she knows it's sort of the same for Gem, who fought free from forest-glade-honey only to get dragged down by the Becoming of the sea. They're really two of a pair; so if sometimes Pearl's eyes are drawn inevitable-forever to stare in wonder at the moon, or Gem's player-form starts trying to lose lungs entirely, they can squish each other back into the right shape, just about.

Mining fatigue is the sign of a dying elder guardian. Slowing down, scales dulling, until they turn to stone and sink forever. It takes 2 seasons for xB to admit what's happening to him, and Hypno immediately drags him onto modded server after server to hunt for a cure. Guardians have rigid social structures- the larger their school, the more need to manage population and food. The oldest (the largest and hungriest) elders transmogrify to make way for the next generation. Which is all to say: xB's joints meld into stone, and Hypno panics and slams him with the feeling of School, the equivalent of staring xB's brain down and yelling 'Yes I AM sixteen elder guardians in a trenchcoat'. It works; xB regains color, day by day, as long as Hypno reimpresses the lie to xB's brain once every few weeks. Hypno decides that instincts are stupid, actually.

Anyways. I am imagining this all unravels when Xisuma puts out a serverwide message like 'Server failsafes tripped, looks like some foreign code around binding and control? Going off-server is suspended until I find what specifically triggered them. Don't want another moon incident :-)' and like. Seven different people show up within half an hour to go 'uh heyyy maybe don't go looking so hard. Pretty please. <3' X is used to not knowing things about his players! But this is ridiculous.

#this is 1. maximally self indulgent and 2. silly as hell #shakespeare levels of missing context & pointless subterfuge going on

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Nah cuz I remember that when I was in the server back then I had this OC that I kept for a while before I even had a social, and when I finally posted her people thought I copied Pastel JUST CUZ SHE ALSO HAD HEART SHAPES??? AND THEY WERE ACTUALLY GATEKEEPING HEARTS LIKE WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM US WHHAAAAA, But screw that I still kept heart shapes and I will still use it on OCs cuz frick Mel and her d riders

OH MY GOD why is Mel enabling her fans to act this way, and same thing vice versa. The fact that Mel and her fans as a whole gate keep hearts is so stupid, YOU DO NOT OWN THE CONCEPT OF A FUCKING HEART SHAPE NOR DID YOU COME UP WITH THE IDEA OF IT, STOP ACTING LIKE YOU OWN EVERYTHING.

Guess I'm a copycat for having a character with a heart theme going on in the eyes or just having a heart theme in general. Or having the character in my PFP having a hat that coincidentally looks similar to the Goatasi ears because of the shape.

#melmon quartelz #quartelz #shadows colours #mystic quartelz

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Hmm I get your point now about the "Zack feelings" I really do, so thank you for this! But personally I don't equate it as soldier cloud having feelings 'himself' but that it's just as way to force him to go farther away from tifa. Which we literally have to do in the game, to get her affection stats up. Also, to place that in is to also amplify that CA is never a thing that has it's own entity, it's all built by the illusion of ZA, which aerith is suffering from as well. Only idiots which they are, will be happy for such a lie, and at that point it's easier to just show zack and be done with it. I really don't get the appeal of it, because we have telenovelas where, for example a heart transplant is made and you fell in love with the one who the original owner loves but you love someone else already. In the end, the mc just forces himself to see what's real and like servers his ties with the owner's underlying wishes had he lived. He is not this person and he is only in love with his first love. Aka not real.

You see I'm trying to wrap my head around her resolution scene about something not being real. And I did find a cloti who insisted, that soldier cloud is incapable of falling in love because his affections, his ability to love is locked within the lifestream, that is for tifa only. Now, so whatever romantic feelings he may have, any sort of "falling in love" feeling he may have for her, is not love , but just 'attraction'. So it isn't real. But this is where it becomes weird to me. So soldier cloud cannot love but he can feel attraction? So this is him feeling attraction for aerith... While shamelessly pinning for tifa at the same time? I assume this is for the fans who want to get her hence the "even IF" and not "even THOUGH" because not everyone will favor her after all in they playthrough. But it gives precedent that if jenova, us the players favoured her.. that would mean soldier cloud is capable of being attracted to her in his soldier cloud way without the interference of 'zack', hence still felt by his own feelings but not to the extent of real cloud's?

This doesn't make sense to me because in part 1, it's very evident that he is not attracted to aerith in any shape or form. But it is built up that he is very much so with tifa. So the 'attraction' part just makes me go huh? In this theory. Doesn't paint him in a good light even if it's not his fault, but the player's.

I suppose im just finding a way to see if cloud, despite being forced by the player to do things, will not waver ever. After all affection points show the character chosen's affection for you, but not necessarily the mc himself.

I hope I made sense, I hope I'm not annoying. I've seen some really believe in this cloti's theory and it just sends weird vibes to me, so in short it forces me to just believe that soldier cloud is fickle in nature but this isn't real cloud anyway. Real cloud is loyal to tifa. Hmm... It would be great if this is evidently clear but still it seems as though it hints a disgusting possibility that had cloud been complete and never broken? Maybe he would be attracted to her because he did when he was broken, but it's just that tifa came first so it cannot be. I hate it, so this is why I don't like this theory I keep on seeing. I just don't see cloud have a thing for women who mess with his boundaries as shown with almost all the females in the game. Tifa is the only different one on purpose.

English isn't my first language so saying all of these across was difficult but I hope I made sense. I still think there's more that can expand on this part of soldier cloud in general though. It's pointless for me to find a direct answer for everything now anyway, so I'll just wait. I just don't want 'any implication' that aerith had a chance in any way, because Tifa deserves better than be another choice unlike how cloud is 'the one' for her alone. Strict, I know.. but I don't care.

Okay it's not that soldier Cloud has his own set of separate feelings, it's that Cloud has feelings, but some are neutered by jenova so it's like he gets a diluted version of them. There's also Sephiroth manipulating him for his own purposes, so he's under this constant state of mental assault.

Cloud loves Tifa. It's the core of his entire being. Everything he ever did was to be worthy of her in hopes that she'd fall in love with him. That core can't be removed. We see what happens in OG when Cloud loses Tifa's trust. He pretty much falls apart and goes full black cloak doing Sephiroth's bidding. That's why Seph wants to keep Cloud on edge around Tifa. The less close they are the more control he has, but jenova hates Aerith. She hates cetra because they purify the planet's energy and her goal is to rot it from the inside and use it as a ride to the next planet so she can repeat the process. That's why Aerith has to die from Jenova's pov. But Sephiroth is using Aerith to force Cloud to keep his distance from Tifa because around Aerith he is more distant from his true feelings.

At no point does Aerith stand a chance with Cloud because Cloud's true feelings for Tifa always exist, even if he can't fully reach them all the time. When he's around Tifa he becomes closer to his true self, but he won't be himself until the lifestream scene.

#final fantasy 7 remake #ff7r #ffviir #cloud strife #final fantasy 7r #final fantasy viir #cloti #tifa lockhart

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pany-dev-diary · 2 months ago

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Soft-Launching Myself with a Dev Diary No One Asked For

Author: panychu

The beginning of an adventure

Hi everyone!

Today, I will be humbly sharing a passion project I've been quietly developing for quite some time now. It's ambitious, full of heart, and still updating in real time.

Me!

(Also known as Pany.)

In this personal little dev diary, we'll be going through everything from soft skills, community magic, creative passion and a strong desire to be part of something meaningful. And while it does feel a little weird writing about myself like I'm a game update, I promise it'll be worth it if you bear with me and the quirkiness…

I've been following Envar for years. Not just passively lurking, but actively following, being stunned by League splash arts, environment art and concepts - and that signature visual storytelling that had me stuck in the League shop and practice tool for hours, just admiring the craft.

I felt genuinely hyped beyond belief when I found out you were building something of your own - and maybe it's because I'm an artist myself, but from my perspective it just makes sense as the next step. The art and stories you're capable of creating, deserve a world of their own.

That's a world I'd love to bring people closer to, with the kind of voice you instantly recognize. One that remembers usernames, follows up on feedback, and creates magical room for co-creation between developers and fans.

So here I am - with a whole lot of ideas, and experience shaped right at the heart of internet culture, among the kind of people who'd be first in line to play a game like yours.

Lore and all that good stuff!

Every hero's journey starts somewhere. Mine started… on deviantArt. It was the first platform that was my serious taste in creating a community, and maybe the purest experience of what it feels like when it's based around creativity, genuine engagement and unapologetic nerdiness.

So, while my Naruto-phase isn't my most sophisticated era, I do feel something close to pride (cringe-flavored pride, but pride nonetheless) when I think about 12-year-old me hosting massive forum-based art and fanfiction contests for hundreds of users - all fueled by pure passion and a very questionable understanding of HTML. It was my first taste of building and managing a community that was growing fast and big, escalating into character-driven ask-blogs, fan-discussions that led to many comics being created, and funny video edits.

The journey has since then been anything but linear, and I've come to accept that is the result of a deep seated curiosity. In life, I've gathered a wide range of experiences from studying psychiatry, philosophy and rhetoric at university, switching to art school and diving into my passion for animation, and also working with event management and content creation professionally.

That Naruto-loving, forum-post-editing kid turned into someone who still thrives at creating spaces for people to connect in new ways like moderating Discord servers, organizing events online and offline, and creating things that get people engaged.

If there's one lesson I keep learning, it's this: Magic happens when people connect, and create together.

Game features: Pany's Core Mechanics

I haven't shipped any big game titles but I do still think Pany v. 27 is going to be a great fit as your Community Manager, based on her current stats and features.

Content Creation & Community building: I worked professionally with YouTube on the big channels DunderHumor & ThunderHumor - doing voice acting, live-streaming, content-creation, illustration and animation in projects, collaborating with companies like Disney and Partykungen. I was very active setting up livestreams and connecting with fans live, in comment sections, and on-site events. Right now I'm an intern at Dataspelsbranschen and Game Town in Stockholm as a community manager and event orginizer. It's a place where I've felt incredibly at home, in a community of ambitious game developers and creatives.

Writing, speaking and Creativity: Communication has always been my strong suit (and somehow my internet slang hasn't ruined it yet) and I know how to put both passion and clarity into getting people engaged with both voice and words. With a deep appreciation and understanding for the storytelling craft across inspiring games, animation and in content creation. With strong art fundamentals, animation knowledge and design skills, I can independently provide extra "visual" spice to any content, in a way that looks professional and feels well in-tune with internet culture.

Creative Leadership: I've directed and production managed several animated projects, acted as a very active class representative in each class I've been in, and coordinated events online and offline. I co-founded an indie animation studio, where I've hosted animation jams with talented creators, and today we're producing a teaser for a little YouTube series that's already started building a following, even pre-announcement. I'm organized, social and agile in how I work, especially when I lead teams.

Event Management: In my home-town Uppsala, I felt so frustrated about how hard it was to connect with fellow nerds, so I started a convention called "Continue". I created a lively community, built and managed a team and brand around it that became a huge success, with events held every quarter. Later, I have also worked as a main organizer at Scandinavias biggest Con - Närcon - for several years. I was responsible for guests, politicians, panelists and speakers as well as coming up with and hosting activities on stage, like Q&A sessions and panels.

You get all of this in the latest patch, and a little more of course!

Pany v.27 Bonus Stats Highlights:

-10% Nerf: Thinking too much about Sonic the Hedgehog. +20% Buffed: Art skills. Passive ability: Really really really fast typer. Active ability: Master of engaging in discussion about basically anything. ∞ Passion for roleplaying and writing stories. Special Move 1: Editing EVERYTHING into video montages. Special Move 2: Can sound like an actual seagull.

Next steps on the journey

So, I'm a certified (paradoxically extroverted) internet gremlin, incurable creative, and community-building enthusiast raised on fandom forums and huge conventions. You know the tip of the Pany v.27 iceberg now… but what would I actually do as your Community Manager? Let's talk about my quests.

Since Envar's new game is still under wraps, that means building up a community ground up. And just like building a game from an idea, there's infinite creative potential.

With consistency and devotion, something classic like - for example - a Dev Diary can become iconic, for one community and game in particular. Updates, social media content and streams can be so much more than just patch notes, memes and Q&A's. I'd love to turn them into something fun that feels personal, truly coming from the team at Envar. A serialized dev diary that's more like a show than a blog, streams where the community create silly game-character tierlists together, or maybe a short-format series for social media where each dev gets a little introduction episode (complete with doodles, inside jokes, and mysterious lore crumbs in the margins).

In my experience, community culture can't be forced, and that's exactly what makes it great. It's something that builds itself while you set the tone. If you're good at seeing, listening, and if you can leave room for the unexpected while adapting to it, you get a lively, evolving and engaged community.

Not just a following - a culture. One that grows right alongside the world you're building.

Thanks for reading!

Thanks so much for reading this chaotic little dev diary. It's a special one, as it's written just for you guys at Envar, and comes straight from the heart (or the kokoro as one might say, if they were secretly a Naruto fan, still).

Maybe this wasn't the flashiest launch, but honestly, the best updates are the ones the devs don't let you see coming.

If you're looking for someone who's all in - quirks, dedication, kokoro and all - I really hope I get the chance to meet you, and help build something wonderful together.

// Pany (Now available in v.27 — patches incoming!)

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Backstory...continuted

My husband, at that time, thought the women’s (the professional dentist's) fees were ridiculous. I had no choice and had to find another route. Weeks later, and a few hundred dollars saved, I began calling dentists to have my teeth pulled - not surgery. I found one, and made the appointment reasonable, and I had found where I could get false teeth pretty cheap.

Ok, well that was a bust. They got about half my teeth out, then they began to break. I was sure the dentist was going to break or dislocate my jaw. His assistant had tears watching me and the pain I was in. Did you know that infection is not numb-able? Its not. . And then the pockets of infection must be dug out . Oh, the joy!

When I walked out of there, my mom was waiting in the car to drive back if needed. She was shocked and could not believe how I looked. As I tried to explain though, the gauze and numbness and pain and yes, TEARS. At that moment, I really didn’t want to be an adult anymore.

Now faced with need for an oral surgeon. . . that's not cheap!

Well, I found one! They would even put temporary teeth in and provide permeant set in a few weeks. Let me tell you all, months later, I had teeth, spent over 10K and went through a living hell in the process. It didn’t do a lot for my marriage, that I can tell ya.

Anyway, this infection had been playing havoc for years. Another issue I had was server bloating after meals. I found food combining and that help tremendously. Then my mom had a heartache, and we dove even deeper into health. She had to eat, and doctors were telling her to get this or that diet. OMG, it was crazy! Basically we choose the Summer sizing diet, lots of fresh veggies and proper food combining. My mom lost weight, not me. The other things was mom needed to exercise, and her doctors told her she needed to walk more. Of course, she didn’t want to walk alone. My daughter walked with her when she was at home, but mom needed more. I began to walk, I needed the exercise too, I didn’t want to be where my mom was in a few years.

I discover, I couldn’t walk! My feel felt like there were cinder blocks time to them! I would get chin splints and pain that lasted for days. I couldn’t push though, it was completely debilitating! After some research I found it might be a magnesium deficiency, and it was! A few years later my mom had moved back north, and we downsized.

I knew I was greatly out of shape, the walking hadn’t helped. The diet had not helped! I still couldn’t lose weight. We were flat broke! No insurance. Depression was hover hard.

I tried to mow our small lawn, with a push mower, only to discover I would make one short path without being on my knees (literary) out of breath and heart pounding. Yes, it was HOT, but. . .I kept hydrated, took breaks at each pass or less as needed.

A few years later, I divorced and moved north. I got insurance and some much-needed care. Now, I don’t love doctors, but they do have their place. I needed hearing aids, as the years of infections from teeth had caused damage to nerves. I also got back to riding the bike and walking. Furthermore, I did lose some weight. Making me feel like a failure.

Then, I discovered CarniVore, and everything changed. To wrap up backstory: Over several years together prior to discovering carnivore, we both learned to drink plenty of water daily. Cut out all soda, caffeine, sweets and high carbs.

I was 70 pounds overweight and had this constant rash around my nose and eyebrows that I had to keep adding medication to. My skin was dry no matter what I used, nails were brittle and had line and cracking and age spots on my hands and face. . I have had unpredictable pain, locking up a knee, elbow and a shoulder. Struggling with flexibility. Just so over food and the daily struggle. Two weeks on carnivore and I felt so good. My legs felt lighter than they had in years! There was an abundance of energy. I lost 10 pounds. My husband's blood glucose even dropped. Then we fell off . . . And it all came back with a vengeance.

December 5, 2024, I said “ENOUGH” and made a 5-year Commitment to Better Healthy Living. . .

#thecarnivoregal #carnivorelifestyle #buttermakespantsfalloff #beefandbutter

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goingsparebutwithprecision · 2 years ago

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#Let Leonard "Bones" McCoy Live Challenge 2258

The first thing Leonard does when Jim comes in carrying the whiteboard is put his headphones on. The big fuck off noise cancelling ones. The second thing he does is start whistling Yankee Doodle Dandee as loud as his decrepit old lungs will let him. The third thing is to choke on his own spit, because Cadet Nyota Uhura of Infamous Barfight fame follows Jim in through the door. Gaila follows after, but that’s not surprising at all; she’s here often enough that Leonard would consider charging her rent if they didn’t live under fully automated luxury gay space communism and also if he didn’t genuinely like her. There aren’t all that many people on campus who can keep up with Jim, which sure seems encouraging for Leonard’s prospects of not dying horribly in the cold heartless vacuum of space, but Gaila manages it without even trying, and gives every appearance of being delighted by the privilege. Cadet Nyota Uhura, he thinks, squinting at her in suspicion, has demonstrated no such inclination.

Whatever. He’s not looking. He’s not listening. He’s not interested. It’s none of his business, and it won’t be until Jim has an allergic reaction to yet another basic human foodstuff or Uhura murders him, whichever comes first.

Jim launches into the sales pitch, which the noise-cancelling headphones would render into meaningless static if only Leonard didn’t already have it carved on his heart by approximately a hundred rehearsals and enthusiastically annotated revisions.

Leonard does not see it. He is looking away.

He is looking away so hard that it takes him longer than it should to realise that a) the comforting static is fizzling away into nothingness, b) that Jim must have run down the batteries in the shop again, because the moron loves nothing more than vintage powertools so loud they eat eardrums for breakfast, and c) he can hear the godforsaken fucking plan again.

Gaila pulls a heart-shaped lollipop out of her mouth with a pop and points it at Jim. "Can't you just hack it?"

Uhura rounds on Jim.

"You could just hack it?" she asks, throwing up her hands.

"No!" Jim says, indignant. Leonard squints at his notes from lizard drugs (that's not what the paper's called, he doesn't care, why oh why did he decide he'd do med school again) in an agony of frustrated concentration. "Yes. Well, maybe?"

Uhura looks like she wants to strangle Jim. Leonard sympathises. Maybe once the campus cops have removed his body Leonard will finally be able to concentrate.

“Jim,” Gaila says, faux-stern, “did you invite us here to plan a heist because it’s more fun than hacking a server from your dorm-room?”

“That’s not-“

“Aww, you love us,” Gaila dimples. Uhura blinks. Apparently this is an interpretation of events she hadn’t considered. Knowing Jim, this is a demonstration of affection, in its own weird way. The kid is a secret nerd on top of being a secret genius, the universal translator thing is a mix of “genuinely important to him” and “just wants to see if he can”, and he was dragged up by, as far as Leonard can tell, a pack of distantly related wolves and the tender love and care of the Indiana state robocops, so in his mind this is probably a precious sharing moment.

Not that Leonard cares. Because he’s three hours deep in this goddamn paper and it’s making him want to light his own eyeballs on fire, and there are people planning crimes in his room. Some of whom are apparently surprised that his roommate might experience basic human emotion.

“OK, so, here’s the thing,” says Jim, and explains. This, Leonard finds relatively easy to tune out, because Jim hasn’t shut up about it since he called the visiting professor of xenoanthropology from Hydraxellus IV something unprintable to their face and the man didn’t even twitch, never mind file an official complaint. Basically, you can hack an individual installation (ship, station, star fleet academy building) from anywhere in signal range, or at least you can if you’re Jim Kirk, Gaila or that Vulcan guy with the face. The one that follows Pike everywhere like a pining sixteen year old. The fuck is his name. Anyway. But if you want to get the whole fleet, and you want it to last, and not just get wiped out by the next update patch, you have to go for the master code.

“And why can’t you just hack the master code?” Uhura asks. Why thank you, cadet. So glad you asked.

The answer is because the master code lives on a completely unnetworked rack of servers in the secure basement of Starfleet HQ, and for security reasons can only be updated through a hard disk that you have to physically carry through security and then plug into an actual goddamn server. Because the universal translator is fundamental to the day-to-day functioning of the entire United Federation of Planets. In case you were wondering. Jim says all this, only with dramatic pauses and enthusiastic hand gestures and unnecessary rhetorical flourishes, and of course help from Gaila, who never saw an explanation she couldn’t fit a lengthy idiomatic comparison into. Normally, Bones has a healthy appreciation for that, being as it’s his primary form of communication also. How so fucking ever.

Eventually, they get to the actual plan. Leonard isn’t listening. Leonard is memorising the interactions of G-class metabolic inhibitors with Andorian beta-based sedatives. There are seven hundred and twenty-four of them. He’s on number 58.

The plan Leonard isn’t listening to is. Bad. It’s so incredibly fucking bad. This is Starfleet’s finest, he thinks, despairingly. No really, it is. You’ve got Jim, IQ off the charts, never met a language he didn’t absorb like a sponge, hacks the VSA for shits and giggles on his weekend off, gets drunk and talks advanced warp physics with sianat pairs. You’ve got Uhura, who, Leonard is reliably informed, is the shining star of the comms department, a terror in thigh high boots, who makes visiting professors cry and corrects textbooks when she gets bored. And Gaila, who escaped the Orion Syndicate with the equivalent of flint knives and chewing gum, and frequently makes Jim look like a small child drawing on the walls in crayon. And still, somehow, this is the stupidest plan Bones has ever heard.

The thing is…OK. Look. The thing is.

Leonard has a secret.

It’s not a big deal. He’s not ashamed, or anything. Living with James Tiberius “Everybody Told Me They Weren’t Sexually Compatible With Humans And I Took That As A Challenge” Kirk has recalibrated Leonard’s ability to feel and comprehend shame to a truly baffling degree; he is now aware that he has in fact never done anything in his entire sweet life that deserves even a fraction of a percent of the shame that Jim should yet is somehow incapable of feeling. He is, at most, a little embarrassed. It’s not the kind of thing he likes to mention in mixed company.

He’s a medic, he knows the importance of having an outlet. Of letting your brain off the leash a bit. Putting some enrichment in your enclosure. Rooming with Jim, now, Leonard barely has to work at it. You just stop fighting it and start yes-and-ing it. When Leonard was younger and sweeter and less bone-deep exhausted, he played Starpirates 3000.

It’s a stupid game, for a number of reasons. The name, for a start, is bullshit. There’s no piracy; it’s all complicated, fiddly, intricately constructed heists. There are stars involved only in that these heists take place on planets, which presumably orbit stars. Sometimes your characters travel between them, to avoid the cops or follow a mark or to rob a space ferry mid flight. Don’t even get him started on the numbers. There was never a Starpirates 2000, or even a 1000. Young Leonard had looked. You could co-op with other players, but mostly Leonard played alone, at four in the morning, when he was too tired to sleep; a state with which he has unfortunately become closely reacquainted over the last three years. It was never popular, but the fans it had were diehard. Hardcore. You sort of had to be, to be into the graft of it. The mechanics. There were never really any short-cuts, it was intensely detailed, almost unnervingly so. There were multiple instances where the company was sued for having such good information on the workings of current security systems that they had to have been stealing. Nobody ever found out what happened to the company that built it, but the rumour was for years that somebody had used to it to simul-run a real heist so complicated and daring and batshit impossible that the police thirty years later still didn’t know who did it, and they weren’t even sure what they took. There were podcasts about it, even.

And the thing is? Leonard was good. Really, really good.

And he’s being punished for it, right now, here in this slightly funky-smelling dorm room, with the searing and unmistakable knowledge that the heist his roommate is planning in order to be able to say “fuck” in what will eventually be his workplace is absolute complete and utter dogshit.

“So then I thought about -” Jim says, and Leonard could leave it alone. He could walk out right now, and pull an all-nighter in the library. He could sedate Jim while he’s distracted. He could just sit here, doing his work, and not contribute even a single cent to the awful, awful plan that’s lumpily and feebly cohering behind him.

Leonard says, “Oh for the love of God”, pulls off his headphones, and resigns himself to his fate.

Le Mot Juste

Star Trek: AOS, Academy Era. #Let Starfleet Cadets Say Fuck 22k58

“It’s a noble cause,” Bar-Hick says, earnestly. Nyota ignores him. Sometimes it works.

“Come on,” he says, “universal translator. That’s gotta grind your gears.”

Nyota flips a page on her tablet.

“Uhura,” he says, very serious, “the honour of the Starfleet linguistics department is at stake. Every sentient’s right to freedom of choice and self-expression. Truth. Justice. Linguistic precision. A hard-boiled egg. Is any of this working?”

Nyota highlights a particularly egregious error in the textbook and scrawls a disdainful correction across it. That’s her weekly argument with Doctor Matheson sorted. She like to get these things scheduled early; Nyota is nothing if not efficient.

“This is - it’s thought crime, is what it is.”

Nyota favours him with an unimpressed look, one perfectly shaped eyebrow raised. At last count, Nyota’s raised eyebrow has sent five fellow students, two TAs, and one professor running and/or grovelling; Cupcake still reflexively covers his balls even when it’s not directed at him. Gaila usually fake-swoons and asks if she’s single. Bar-Hick does none of these things.

Instead, he changes tack.

“Of course, if you don’t think you can do it,” he shrugs, in a casual, no-skin-off-my-nose, guess-I-overestimated-you, no-hard-feelings sort of way. It’s not effective. It’s not. Nyota goes to click through to the next page of the textbook, and realises that though she’s read the last sentence multiple times she still has no idea what it says.

Bar-Hick plays his last ace. “Don’t you want to know if Vulcans swear?”

Nyota sighs, and puts down her tablet. She’s already finished the required essay, anyway. “Fine,” she says, “but if we get caught you’re taking the fall.”

“It’s only fair,” Kirk concedes, with an air of injured dignity that’s meant to suggest he never considered any other option. Knowing him, he might not have.

What with one thing or another (self-censoring due to futility, Nyota postulates. Starfleet being a bunch of boring goody-two-shoes holier-than-thou nerds, Kirk insists), nobody notices the hack until Kirk beats the Kobiyashi Maru. It’s a day that will go down in academy history, not least because it’s the day they find out that Spock can say fuck.

#goingspare writes #star trek #star trek: aos #aos #le mot juste

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artzee-bee · 4 years ago

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Not going anywhere | Lucifer Morningstar x reader

Fandom: Lucifer

Request:” Hi i have request for you ,Lucifer and the reader have a big fight they are married, and this fight it's lucifer fault The reader leaves home and Lucifer decides to give her space After a few days, he goes to the reader and realizes that she has been missing for a few days,When the person behind all this claims that the reader is dead and gives them a her body . Everyone thinks that the reader is dead and Lucifer He gets depressed and thinks it's all his fault , and after a few days, the thieves release the singer and the reader goes to Lucifer.Lucifer first thinks it is an imagination and then apologizes to the reader Thank you so much”

Genre: Angst with happy ending

Warnings: kidnapping, death

~~~

Your intention had never been to start a fight. All you wanted an explanation (preferably one that also made sense) and an apology, but apparently that was too much to ask, because as soon as you voiced your opinion, Lucifer went up in flames

“Don’t start this again!”

“I dislike it just as much as you do but what I hate more is being cancelled on, AGAIN, through a text message no less!”

“It was an emergency!”

“It’s always an emergency Lucifer! It’s starting to sound a lot like work means more to you than I do!” “The detective needs me, damn it!” your husband yelled

“And she has you! Every day of every week! All I ask for is one date night and for the past month you’ve done nothing but avoid committing to one or backing out at the last second! I’m tired of being your second choice Lucifer! I’m your wife and you are my husband, I love you to the ends of the world, I just wish you'd say no to Decker from time to time...”

“I’m saving people’s lives Y/N. So if you’re not on your deathbed, other people are and they need me now!” as he said this, Lucifer walked right past you and into your bedroom, seemingly ignorant to the painful words he’d just said. You looked around the living room, vision blurry with tears, your chest heavy with anger and disgust. You rushed towards the elevator.

“When you find time in your busy schedule and feel like being my spouse again, let me know!” the elevator door closed before Lucifer could say anything

~~~

When Lucifer woke up the next morning to a cold and empty bed, he didn’t think much of it.Truthfully, he was still kind of pissed at the attitude you had given him a day before, so he got dressed as usual and went to the precinct, assuming you’ll be home by nightfall.

Except when he got home that night, he stopped by Lux first, which ended up like it always does: with him sucked into an endless cycle of booze and dancing, that lasted until well into the night. When he did enter the penthouse eventually, he found it empty. Exactly the way he had left it in the morning. Even the tie he had left on the floor, after deciding last minute that it didn’t go with his suit, was untouched. Now this was curious, but still, Lucifer felt like you must be playing hard to get. He sent you one text message, before going to bed

“Call me when you can!”

The day after that, he figured his part was done! By reaching out first, he had already made a big compromise, so now it was your turn! To reach out, come home! But that didn’t happen that day, or the day after that.

Three days after the text message,Lucifer was getting worried. He was looking at his phone every other minute. Always making sure he hadn’t accidently put it on silent or missed any texts. He sent more messages, telling you he was sorry and that he wanted you to come home. That he would listen and spend more time with you, promising luxurious dates and weekend trips, if only you forgave him. You didn’t even open the messages.

“Lucifer are you listening?” Decker was insanely annoyed at her partner’s lack of concentration

“Sorry detective. I’ve...I’ve got a lot on my mind”

“Well, better get it out of the way now, so that we can move on to our case!” she said, cleaning out her desk quickly, before resting back into her chair “Talk to me!”

“It’s Y/N. I’m worried about her!”

“Why?” “We...had a fight a couple days ago and she left. She hasn’t come back since”

“Have you heard from her at all?”

“No…” Lucifer said, embarrassed at his own lack of care for you. He should have called you earlier, reached out more! He should have tried harder!

“How long had she been missing for?”

“4...maybe 5 days…”

“Lucifer, are you sane? And you’re only telling me now?!” Chloe jumped from her seat, turning on her computer

“I thought she needed space! I thought she was avoiding me intentionally cause she was angry! I didn’t know…” Lucifer choked back a sob, not wanting to break down in tears in the middle of the precinct

“Lucifer!” Chloe caught hold of his hand “I’m gonna find her! I promise you!” A few days later, she did. Well, more like Y/n came to her, in the shape of a pretty little gift box left on Decker's doorstep.

“A lil too late on your case detective” read the note attached to it.

Inside were Y/N’s clothes, all of them stained with dark, dried blood. Y/N was declared dead that day and the case was closed. At her funeral, only her closests friends were present. Lucifer wanted it to be as intimate as possible.

That day was also the first time anyone had seen Lucifer, since the news. His eyes were bloodshot and the dark circles under his eyes almost matched the black suit he was wearing. Throughout the ceremony he kept twisting his wedding band, a habit he’d picked up on since you went missing. He chose not to do a speech, but once the crowd disappeared, and he was left face to face with your grave, he pulled out a little piece of paper from his pocket and sat down on the grass.

“In hell, everyone feared me. There, I was nothing but another server of the universe, ruling over an empire I never really wanted, because I never had a choice. So eventually I left, thinking anywhere will be better than what I had, and I came to earth.

I ran into you about 2 weeks later, before I really even knew how to behave myself. Before I knew anything about who I really was besides ‘the devil’. I longed to know, grow and discovers different sides of me, where I could be something new, and you gave it to me. You made me who I never thought I could possibly be. You made me a lover. I never thought of myself as capable to love anyone, in any degree, but your light shone everywhere you went and your kindness touched me and everyone around you. It became impossible to not get infatuated with your person. I allowed you to see and feel around every dark corner of my soul and being and every time I thought it was the end. Everytime I would take in your touch as if it was the last, I would prepare myself for abandonment, but it never came. Through everything you stood by my side and when I felt my darkest, you gave me a fistful of your light and that was enough to keep me going. You married a broken man and called him perfect, despite everyone telling you how much of a foul you were. Even then, you shooed them away. Even then you chose me. I wasn’t worthy of your love or your trust and our last night together proved it.

You’re not here anymore to hear my apologies and I’ll never forgive myself for it. You’ve gone now somewhere I can not follow, but I know you are well taken care of there. I hope, someway, somehow, you’ll hear these words: I am sorry. I loved you with my entire soul. Not listening to you was the biggest mistake of my life and I’ll never forgive myself. I choose however, to remember you as you were, because I know that’s what you’d want. I’ll remember you and your laugh.I’ll remember our date nights and shopping sprees. Nights in Lux or on the penthouse balcony. I’ll remember all the meals you prepared for me and the flirtatious remarks you used to make, because you thought they were so silly. I’ll remember the little frown on your face whenever you worked on an important project for work and I’ll remember every evening walk around the block you’d make me accompany you on. I know I always complained about them, but they were always fun. Everything I ever did with you was always fun.

I loved you. I still do. You are my everything Y/N. Thank you for devoting yourself to me in all the ways that you did. I’ll forever live on in my heart.“

~~~

It had been months since your disappearance. After all this time, you finally managed to escape your kidnappers and report them to the New York police station, since that’s where you had been held hostage for so long. As soon as the paperwork was done and you were sure that the people who ruined you were getting the punishment they deserved, you jumped on a train and headed straight back home. Straight to Lucifer.

Lux looked exactly the same as you had left it. You were washed over by a wave of comfort that almost brought you to tears. Home. You never thought you’d get to step in here again. Overwhelmed, you took a seat on one of the couches, allowing your head to rest back on it, as you took in every detail of your surroundings: the feel of the leather on your fingertips, the cool breeze of the air conditioning, the warm lights. Everything was still here.

“Y/N?” you jumped at the sound

“Hi love…” your voice broke as you said those words. Words you never thought you would be able to mutter again. The sight of your husband, messy as he was, made you weak in the knees. He was standing at the top of the staircase, dressed in nothing but his robe, tied carelessly around his waist. He had probably just woken up. You wanted to say something again, but before you could, he laughed

“Nope” he said simply, before making his way down the stairs and to the bar “I’m not doing this. Not today, not ever!” Lucifer filled his glass to the top with bourbon, before turning around and trying to leave back to where he came from

“Lucifer, it's me!”

“Sure you are, except you’re not real! Nice of dad, taking my ability to stay endlessly sober, getting me drunk, forcing visions of my dead wife onto me to teach me another lesson about managing my emotions. Real clever, except this is too much! So I’m going to enter that elevator and I expect to never have to see you again, hum? Right, well, au revoir now!” he continued on his way, but before he could get far, you were clutching on the silk tie of his robe. Lucifer felt the tug around his waist and turned around slowly to look at you, this time a little more unsure. As if he was trying to figure you out

“Lucifer, I’m Y/N. I escaped”

“Escaped? But that’s impossible, she died! I saw it-”

“What you saw was a bloody shirt!” he looked up to meet your gaze, tears already forming “They lied to you Lucifer”

Finally, it seemed like he had connected all of the pieces of the puzzle. The glass of alcohol fell to the ground and your husband wrapped you in a big hug for the first time in months. He nuzzled his head in your hair and took in your scent, your figure, your warmth. Hell, you were even more perfect that he remembered! Silent tears fell down both of your cheeks as you collapsed to the ground, still holding onto each other for dear life

“I’m so sorry” Lucifer sobbed in your hair “I’m so so sorry”

“It wasn’t your fault Luci”

“If I hadn’t been a jerk you wouldn’t have left! If I would have simply listened to you, they wouldn’t have gotten to you! You would’ve stayed here, where you belong! You would have stayed with me but instead I was too busy with my stupid job and the stupid cases and I’m sorry! I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry” he continued crying on your shoulder as you rubbed small circles on his back

“I’m here now my love” you whispered, kissing his cheek “And I’m not going anywhere”

#lucifer #lucifer netflix #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar imagine #lucifer morningstar angst #lucifer morningstar

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cameraflowers · 3 years ago

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My personal favorite Non Human Headcanons for Hermitcraft Members and my reasons Why

bdouble0100 - Glare hybrid

Mossy boi

Hates caving

Best sleep schedule on the server

Cubfan135 - Vex Hybrid

ConVex

Genuinely that’s the main reason

Also the way he laughs when pulling of chaos? Perfection

DocM77 - Creeper centaur/Ram hybrid (+Cyborg)

I mean this one is just basically canon

I also just like the idea of keeping Creeper’s 4 legs

Hermits ride on his back constantly because they love him and he stronk

EthoSlab - Human a bit to the left

Is he human? Is he a cryptid? No one on the server really knows

He has a tendency to just appear

Maybe he just really is a Kakashi kinnie tho

FalseSymmetry - eagle avian

I’m a big fan of wings

And we’ve had Eagle themes two seasons now

GeminiTay - Reindeer hybrid

Antlers YesYes

GoodTimesWithScar - Vex Hybrid

ConVex pt 2 the electric boogaloo

Tbh I followed Vex!Scar before Vex!Cub

But they’re such a duo

Love it sm

Grian - Parrot avian/Watcher

I mean…Duh

IJevin - Slime hybrid

This one is also just technically canon

Just one wacky slimy dude

Joe Hills - just a dude a bit to the right

No one can confirm anything

But it’s just off enough where people think so

Somehow he’s gotten those outside of the server to think he’s the most normal

But everyone on the server knows that’s a lie

He’s just as chaotic as the rest of them, just goes about it a little different

Grian never will forget the Lava logged base of s6

Keralis - Eldritch Void Being

I just think it’s funny

I’ve seen it around a few times and I love it

He just looks like a little fella but in reality Papa K could absolutely rip apart any threat to his family

Mumbo Jumbo - Human a bit to the left

S6-8

I can’t bring myself to say full shape shifter because he’s got no control over it

But mans can have his mustache removed then smack his face against it and have it reattached.

He literally sold off his appearance in s7 because he needed diamonds

S8 tempts me to add in half Watcher bc Grian Soul Consumption, but truly only on occasion

Pearlescentmoon - Lunar Moth hybrid/Watcher

Moth!Pearl my beloved

Also me slapping Watcher/Listener lore on Evo members? Yes

Rendog - wolf hybrid/werewolf

He do be the diggity dog

Previously existing Wolf genes mixed with gained lycanthropy

Fantastic to the mind

Stressmonster101 - fae

She may or may not steal her friends names

But she certainly does pester her friends /affectionate

She feels like the type of person to steal things and only give them back after cute shiny gifts tbh

TangoTek - netherbased Dragon

I saw exactly one person write dragon!Tango and it’s been my brain rot ever since

Sure the nether doesn’t actually have fire dragons

But I love it

TinFoilChef - Herobrine

Literally just the man the myth the legend himself

The idea of this well known Minecraft cryptid joining the Hermits, liking them and sticking around is very endearing to me

Years of haunting servers and players being terrified when he popped up

To finding a group that adore seeing him when he emerges from his strip mines

XisumaVoid - Void Walker

Now this is a common one and I love it

Especially with the tag along of Void Eldritch Keralis

Xisuma the voidwalker admin who could survive the void if he chose to, but often doesn’t to keep an even playing field with his players

Love it

Zedaph - sheep hybrid

I’ve seen the fan arts

I love the fan arts

I’m a DSMP main at heart, give me Ram/sheep hybrids and I eat that up every time

ZombieCleo - Zombie

Also just canon

Sentient Zombie teacher who can scold grown men into actually sounding sorry? Chefs kiss

To any Hermits not on the list, I either straight up view them as “Just a dude” or I don’t know them well enough for the brain to assign them a hybrid/being. I was going down a real list of Hermit members so I promise they weren’t just forgotten 😂

Absolutely no one asked for this post but I provide it anyways because I was thinking about it, and also Lowkey wanted to write it out so I could remember it too lmao

#long post #hermitcraft #hermitblr #non human headcanons #my own opinions of course #like I’m no one to try and force anything on anyone #I just like non human Minecraft Characters #my own is an enderman hybrid so like #duh lmao #my post

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uchihashisuii · 3 years ago

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the trouble with flowers. - Sai/Ino

Summary: Words can be fallible and imperfect, but the language of flowers can speak volumes.

or: in which Sai confesses in an unorthodox manner.

Pairing: Sai/Yamanaka Ino

Rating: Gen

Word Count: 2865

Author’s Note: for my beloved @yamanaka-shin who I was lucky enough to write for in a discord server exchange. on all levels except physical i am wrapping you around my neck like a scarf. there's a small mention of my oc who took Sai under her wing. and also I forgot that they started dating like right after the Land of Silence shh

Ao3

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"A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and a man cannot live without love." -Max Müller

Ino keeps finding flowers around her apartment.

Not - unusual, given her predisposition towards all things blooming, with her family's florist shop and a few of her own ninjutsu utilizing poison plants and the like. Someone who doesn't know her might assume her comfortable little home would be filled to the brim with all assortments of flowers, in every conceivable shape and colour; she'd like to, maybe one day. But truth be told it isn't practical, when she's called off at all hours for missions or anything the Intelligence Division might need of her. Green thumb she might be, but even her flowers will wilt and die if they haven't been watered, if there's no one around for long enough to pull open the curtains and let sunlight in.

Unless she had the mokuton. Perhaps it could be used for regrowth, once flowers are withered and roots are broken. The Shodai was possessed of incredible instinctive regenerative healing, maybe there's a connection there; she should ask Sakura about it, she knows Tsunade better than almost anyone -

Ino shakes her head to dispel her wandering thoughts. So, she only has a few; too busy being pulled in a dozen different directions to focus on a small hobby. Some cheerful camellias growing in a little pot in the corner of her small balcony. A cactus from Suna that Temari had given her when they'd become closer friends. And - she flushes pink from her ears to her chest, reaching out to run the edge of her thumb over the impossibly soft petal of the snowstorms growing in the windowsill of her bedroom. The clustered blooms hate too much sun, content to sit in the shade and grow only the smallest bit at a time. But once they bloom, they're as lovely as the brightest rose. Snow-white petals dusted with black. Unusual, for customarily colourful things like flowers. But they remind her of Sai, and so she keeps them close.

A keen eye for detail is something that had been learned from a young age, necessary as a Yamanaka who has to pick apart the endless threads of memory to find any discrepancies or deception, a quick and clever mind the least someone needs for that particular line of work. It even helps with the shop, remembering dates and numbers and the sheer amount of different care that goes into each species of flower. Soil pH levels and moving pots around to chase sunlight, orders and organization and -

Still. It doesn't take an expert to notice that flowers keep ending up in her apartment. Elegantly drawn kinmokusei on an otherwise blank and unsigned page, slipped under her door. Some origami lotuses left on her balcony, the brightly coloured paper so impossibly thin and delicate that she'd been terrified they'd fall apart in her hands. And, most recently, a bouquet of blue hydrangeas and morning glory, tied with a ribbon and sitting beside her forgotten cup of coffee from the night before on the coffee table.

A bit weird. Slightly terrifying, even. But she knows they're from Sai, knows that he's a bit different. Doesn't understand boundaries, not quiet yet; or maybe he does, and thinks it better to leave her small tokens without saying a word in order to keep her comfortable. Regardless he's ... uniquely him. And she loves it, loves all of it; thinks it sweet, endearing, almost admirable. He doesn't lie, heart an open book; wants to learn all he can about everything around him, after so long kept locked in the dark. Not many would make that choice.

Although breaking into her apartment to leave her floral tokens might not be the best way of going about trying to talk to her.

Anyone could take one look at Ino's life and know she loves flowers. Takes pride in her family's bush clover symbol -a symbol of love, most commonly unrequited; she wonders if her father's last words of comparing her to the delicate purple blooms might be a bit more on the nose than even he realized- and finds respite in running Yamanaka Flowers. Ino may be working to rise through the ranks of the Intelligence Division, with the rest of her time outside her squad and friends spent in the little flower shop. She finds a certain level of comfort and familiarity, breathes deep in the greenhouse at the rear of the building and hears her father's laughter. She's been surrounded on all sides, all her life, but nature and growth and beauty. It's a Yamanaka staple, as much as their cold and calculating eyes and the ghost stories of broken minds.

Flowers are everywhere. And yet nobody had gotten her any before.

Ino guesses that they all assume she'd hate it, find them boring, seeing as she's surrounded by them all the time. But flowers have an intrinsic beauty and deeper meaning, and knowing the language of them -hidden and yet obvious in different colours, in each bulb and leaf- is something she's proud of. Flowers have long been used to express emotions that words cant always convey, and a blushing and girlish part of her thinks it's all rather perfect, wrapped up in a neat little package. Sai's trying to tell her something, the best way he knows how when it comes to her. The flower girl and the boy unknowing. Sakura would laugh herself blue.

Ino knows the flowers aren't from her shop. Her mother is many things, but coy doesn't happen to be one of them. She cant keep a secret to save her life -another irony, considering which clan she married into- and loves nothing more than to butt into her daughter's love life. If Sai had come to the shop, she would know; she'd made the mistake of telling her mom about her budding crush before the war, and then brought him up again when the dust had settled and they'd forged ... something, after she'd helped save him in the Land of Silence. So no, if he'd come around the florist, Ino would never hear the end of it.

They haven't even sold any morning glories in the past week, either; and still the rounded blue flowers are spruced throughout the tightly clustered hydrangeas. She knows it's Sai, being endearingly and mystifyingly silent for once, instead of the blunt presence he usually is. She also knows there isn't any other florist worth a grain of salt, and can hedge a guess that he wouldn't pick another even if there wasn't. He undoubtedly would have asked Sakura for advice, as she's Ino's friend and knows at least the basic language of flowers from their time in the academy. Blue hydrangeas for gratitude at being understood, morning glory for affection. Her blush returns; maybe it's a coincidence, and he'd picked the flowers because the pale blues and dusky purples are reminiscent of her -

She's thinking in circles again. Ino picks up the bouquet and deposits them into a pretty glass vase with fresh water and a pinch of sugar to keep them bright. She's the town gossip, and a Yamanaka to boot. She knows everything about everyone, before anyone else. So where the hell is he getting the flowers?

-----

The answer, it turns out, was right under her nose. Maybe Ino does need to listen to her mother and keep the hair out of her eyes, she might just start seeing the things laid plain right in front of her.

The pieces drop together when she spots a book on flower language tucked beneath a haphazard pile of medical texts on Sakura's table. Her best friend laughs it off, pushes it further under the loose papers and thick books; it makes Ino narrow her eyes, but she lets it go. Tucks the information away for later.

She runs into Akari just outside the Hokage Tower, exchanging smiles and hellos before going about their business. Only, the former ROOT nin stops and asks her if she'd had time to speak to her adopted son about his troubles with flowers.

Sai, she says, had been asking her for advice on how to keep a small garden alive. She and Obito had been tending one together for some months now, apparently; nowhere near the expert, Akari smiles at Ino and vaguely nudges her in Sai's direction, citing that she could give him far better advice than Akari could.

Ino smiles and laughs, mentions that she'll find him when she can, and wanders into the Tower as though the integrity of her knees hadn't just fallen apart. It all comes together: the mysterious source of the flowers dropped by her home had come from Sai in every definition; and he'd gone a step further to find out what they mean. All the information coming together in her mind in a rush of rampant affection, as Ino touches the tips of her fingers to her mouth and grins unashamedly.

"Oh," she murmurs to herself, a breathless sort of laugh leaving her in a gust.

-----

Ino goes to his apartment, after she'd spent time meticulously planning (snooping) to ensure they'd both be in the village at the same time. Had cornered Sakura and convinced (threatened) her to spill the details on Sai's newfound appreciation for all things floral, and had discovered through her clever means (buying all the drinks and snacks for girls night) that Sakura had indeed been digging through her old academy books on Sai's request for anything to do with the language of flowers. He doesn't do anything by halves, and research is a trusted friend of his. Small and silly as it all sounds to say aloud, Ino finds herself even more besotted with him when she stands at his front door, spotting the telltale bits of soil scattered over the mat.

She carefully shifts her bouquet from one hand to the other, smoothing out her hair before reaching out to rap on the door with her knuckles. The leaves on the gardenias tickle her collarbone -the flowers are red, for secret love- when she cradles them to her chest, the camellias filling her nose with their sweet scent. Pink, this time. For longing.

She'd always been the one to wear her heart on her sleeve, telling anyone who would listen just how she felt. She thinks back on her crush on Sasuke and how she'd let it dictate her whole life for too many years, and thinks, not for the first time, that maybe she should really think things through this time.

And she has, she has. She'd seen his mind, his heart. Glimpsed what he craved -stability, acceptance, peace- and knew without a shadow of a doubt she could provide. And Sai, in kind, would cradle her heart in scarred and blood-soaked hands that could never, would never, hurt her as others had.

The door opens, and all her planning and consideration ceases in a breath. Sai stands there with dark brows raised, and all at once she feels a fresh wave of anxiety grip her heart.

"These are for you," Ino blurts out before he can say anything, all but shoving the bouquet at his chest. "From me. To you." Let him understand, she silently begs any who will listen.

Sai blinks once, head tilting to the side as he looks from the flowers to her face and back again. There's a light dusting of pink across his face which really shouldn't be as sweet as it is, but even still Ino feels her heart thunder beneath her ribs. She doesn't - know how to come out and say it, not something like this. Even after everything, she's still almost afraid; an alien sensation, but this, Sai, is more important than anything that has come before.

"Pink camellia," Sai murmurs as he carefully plucks the bound stems from her hand. He studies them for a moment, holding them delicately. "And red gardenia. Interesting."

...

That's all he has to say? After she'd spent hours pouring over notes and books and rushing back and forth between her place and Sakura's, after nearly talking herself out of this? After her mind rushing in circles, thinking his gifts had been coincidence and not a declaration for how he felt, after days spent worrying over what to say and how to act, before finally deciding to let the flowers speak for her as he had done, after -

"Thank you," Sai says to her, in a tone far more gentle than she has ever heard from him. It's enough to have her blinking up at him, blowing a lock of hair from her face as her cheeks go as red as sunset. "I wasn't certain how to go about telling you, but it's a relief you understood. Sakura called me an idiot an uncharitable amount of times."

"You are an idiot," Ino responds breathlessly without a second thought, words tumbling out before she can think them through, though the corner of her mouth quirks up. "You should have told me."

"I did," he says with a quirk to his brow, before stepping back from the door and gesturing behind him into the sunlit hall. "I just wanted to get things right, first."

Ino glances past him, taking a step closer to get a better look. And stares.

His walls are filled with art, classical and elegant and bright and bold, each of them a piece of his heart and feelings. But what takes her breath away, is the sight of numerous pots and vases and the odd hanging planter. His home is filled to the brim with greenery at various states of growth, from fresh buds to full and healthy leaves. A few of them are dead or dying, but it's - it's beautiful. Ino steps past Sai to enter, hit full force with the scent of flowers and damp soil, as familiar and comforting to her as the florist. She reaches a hand towards him without even glancing his way as something warm and bright and bursting fills her veins, fingers tangling in the loose sleeve of his shirt.

"You've been growing all of these," she whispers needlessly as all at once the realization hits her harder than a chakra-packed punch, fingertips pressed to her mouth. He's long been making an effort to understand people better, and now he's gone the extra mile to understand Ino, specifically, better. How to speak to her through the flowers she grows, how to make them bloom.

Her hand drops back to her side, the burn of unshed tears at the back of her throat making her breath catch. She's touched, honored, humbled. She's loved.

"You wanted to learn about what I loved, so you could love it too." She thinks of the messy canvases and chipped paint bottles she has stuffed into her closet, of the hours spent sitting on her living floor with her tongue peeking between her teeth as she aggressively attacked blank pages with grays and yellows and purples. Trying to see and feel what he does. Finding peace and delight and a dozen other emotions, and thinking to herself that she understood why he preferred tangible things to words, sometimes.

The bouquet gets crushed between them as Ino throws her arms over his shoulders, burying her face in his neck. Sai makes a panicked noise, low in his throat, in concern for the flowers; she smiles at that, laughter puffing over his skin when she only squeezes him tighter.

"Thank you," she whispers, unable to form the proper words but knowing he'll understand regardless.

Sai doesn't hesitate, this time, when he carefully wraps an arm around her middle, hand splayed over the small of her back. Presses his nose to her hair, and inhales the smell of flowers. "You're welcome."

-----

The trouble with flowers doesn't always lay in helping them grow. Helping hands coming together to nurture and to heal, to find commonality and bonds even with things left unsaid. But - they aren't unsaid, not really. Just because no words are used doesn't mean that there is the lack of transparency or honesty. The trouble with flowers, it turns out, seems to be when two people bond together over a mutual love and appreciation for one another as well as their passions. Ino realizes this one day when she notices Sai's apartment positively overflowing with bush clovers and hydrangeas and roses, the both of their efforts combined making something utterly beautiful and so very them. She decides, then and there, that she wants her home filled with tangible affection; to be his home, too.

(If she asks him to move in with her by way of moving all his flowers to a bigger house located just down the road from the florist, well. She left him a sprig of marigolds sticking out of his shoe. He'll figure it out.)

The trouble with flowers isn't helping them grow. The growing is the easy part. The trouble lays, instead, in helping them thrive. They have grown, they have blossomed. In their own private garden of warmth and hope and peace, together they will flourish.

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