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summoned pt1

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Part of the 500 Follower Celebration Requested by: Anonymous

Summary: After what could probably be the worst birthday of your life, a mysterious shadowy figure appears in your bedroom while you were sleeping.

Pairing: Incubus!Loki x Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: language; A+ parenting that would impress Odin; inaccurate summoning rituals; Loki feeling you up in your sleep [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: Loki's a sex demon, not a god in this one

Worst. Birthday. Ever.

You walked through your apartment grumbling those exact words as you finally toed off your cinching pumps and padded your feet over to the kitchen counter, placing the little cupcake you'd gotten for yourself as a pitiful excuse of a 'celebration' for today. A joke, really, considering what a colossal shit show the day had turned out to be.

First the printer had jammed, keeping you waiting in queue for over three hours just to complete the solitary task that was in your workload for today that kept you from ending your day earlier and hopefully finding a way to actually celebrate despite your entire family being too busy to even call for a simple "Happy Birthday, Y/N" greeting over FaceTime. Something about them all going out to celebrate your sister getting cast as an understudy to a secondary character in her school play.

And then to add salt to the wound, not even HR could bother to have invited you to the free lunch they arranged for this month's celebrants. They told you that it must have slipped their minds when they were orienting you.

"It didn't even cross your minds to double check when your total number of celebrants for the year didn't match your total number of employees?" you asked them, trying to keep your composure because, after all, you still needed this job to pay your goddamn bills.

"Honestly, Miss Y/L/N, we just thought that the system glitched. It was just off by one. We didn't think anything of it."

A glitch. That was what you were to this company. Hell, to your family as well. Barely even a blip on the radar. Just something they remember actually existed when everything else managed to go wrong in their lives.

Now here you were, sitting in your little one bedroom apartment in New York, alone and lonely on your 29th birthday, wondering how you could have lived your life so invisibly that nobody even noticed you'd somehow slipped so far between the cracks that you were collecting dust in a corner of the room that nobody could see, let alone reach. How could you have gone your entire life and you didn't even have someone to call when you wanted company?

How could you have been so alone that nobody would even think of you if they wanted company?

You decided there was no harm in making a wish for yourself as you searched for a lighter for the tiny candle to cap off the dismal start to the final year of your 20s. You took out a piece of paper and scribbled your wish, tears prickling in the back of your eyes as you penned the words.

Someone that makes me feel less alone.

You lit up the candle and held the paper to the flame, a tear escaping your eye as you whispered the words, "This is all I want." You watched as the tiny sheet became engulfed in flames, disappearing into ash floating around the air so quickly that your fingers didn't even have enough time to feel the fire licking across your skin.

"Happy Birthday, Y/N," you sighed, blowing out the candle. "Another banner year," you whispered sarcastically into the dark silence.

You went about the rest of your night in the shroud of darkness, making the split second decision to change into a black silk negligee that you'd been reserving to wear for when you finally had someone to spend the night with rather than just spend a fleeting half hour with before you ended up leaving their apartment because you just couldn't feel a connection.

Perhaps the time had come to accept that you weren't meant to have that type of connection. With anyone.

With that depressing thought taking over, you laid down in bed and allowed sleep to take you, letting your thoughts drift into nothingness as you focused on the dark and the quiet that surrounded you. The same dark and quiet that always surrounded you.

What you heard next might as well have shot ice straight through your veins. "Well…hello. Aren't you a pretty thing."

It's just a nightmare, you told yourself. Just squint your eyes really hard and you'll wake up.

You tried to squeeze your eyes as hard as you could, but you could still feel that you weren't quite alone, the faint touch of a hand ghosting over your body on top of your comforter, the husked voice humming in a sound that vaguely resembled satisfaction. "How fortunate of me to have been called to such an exquisite creature." You stilled as you felt a warm breath by your cheek, followed by the feel of a tongue tracing along the shell of your ear. "We're going to have such fun together."

When you felt the hand slide under your comforter, warm fingertips beginning to trace along the column of your neck, was when you finally found it in you to move. Perhaps if you couldn't squint your way awake, then you'd just have to jolt your body into waking by any means necessary.

The only thing was…you were awake. And in the darkness you could see the silhouette of a man with long hair hovering over you. You let out a scream so loud you were sure the roving guard in your building was about to break down your door for fear that you were getting slaughtered in your bedroom.

The shrill sound was enough to have the figure seem visibly taken aback that it gave you just enough leeway to push him off of you and propel yourself out of bed. "You have ten seconds to tell me who you are before I…I…" You fumbled around in your bedside drawer, not once taking your eyes off of the intruder's distractingly sculpted silhouette, and grasped the letter opener you kept inside. "Before I slash at you with this. Ten!"

"I have no need to explain myself. You summoned me."

"Keep telling yourself that, buddy. Nine!"

"Do you truly not recall summoning me, you beguiling little creature?"

"Creature??" you shrilled. "Alright that's it, you just knocked five seconds out. Four!"

"Alright wait, wait! If you truly do not recall then perhaps we can discuss this? Preferably without meager weapons," he said, holding his hands up in a show of surrender. You proceeded to shout Three, making him let out a sibilant exhale. "If you won't listen to reason, then perhaps I must make you listen."

In the next moment, the figure disappeared, thin wisps of smoke being the only indicator that there was even anything that once occupied the space he stood in.

You started to let out another shrill scream into your now empty bedroom, only for the sound to die in a muffled squeak as the intruder re-materialized right beside you, clamping a large hand over your mouth…and nearly half your face.

"Shhh little mortal, please. I'm not here to harm you." You could feel yourself relaxing into his almost tender hold on you as he whispered the words into your ear, your reaction leaving you both shocked and appalled at yourself. "I swear, I am simply here because I was summoned. To perform a purpose. If what you say is true and you truly do not recall, then perhaps we could find out together why I've been brought here?"

Well shit, when he puts it that way, I must be a complete nimrod to keep screaming, huh? you hissed sarcastically at yourself. Considering that his hand was still covering your mouth, you simply nodded your response slowly, allowing him to take the letter opener from you with his free hand.

"If I release you, do you promise not to scream?" You let out a long exhale through your nose, slowly nodding your answer again, relief beginning to flood your system as he pulled his hand away from you and you began to walk to turn on the lights in your bedroom.

"Look I don't know who you are or what you are or what the fuck you're doing in my home, but I can promise you, on my life, I didn't summon you," you started, already emotionally exhausted from the disappointment of the day combined with this bizarre encounter from…wherever this intruder came from, with his tricks and smoke and mirrors. When you flipped the switch and your bedroom became awash with a warm white glow, you finally got a good look at your unexpected visitor.

But now I definitely wish I did, you thought to yourself. He was…for lack of a better, more fitting word, beautiful. A face that seemed as if it was sculpted and perfected by the greatest artists history had ever known, and that same scrupulous attention to detail had been given to the rest of him, too.

You never did understand back then what the women in your office meant when they described a man as someone that looked "built for sex". But now…looking at the man who stood mere feet away from you? Now you understood them perfectly.

"How about we start with why you believe I summoned you to begin with? And maybe names?" You struggled to maintain eye contact with him as he tilted his head at you, angling his body in a way that suggested he was about to approach you again. "I'm Y/N. And you are…?" You extended your hand to shake, a gesture that honestly seemed so ridiculous considering what had just happened moments ago, and where you two were.

"I am Loki. Of the Incubi," he replied, taking your hand in his. However, instead of shaking it like you'd expected, he raised it to his lips and pressed a kiss to your knuckles, the action taking you by surprise right alongside the information he'd just revealed to you with those few words.

"Incubi? Sex demons?" you huffed out incredulously as you began to break into a fit of laughter, pulling your hand away from him. "Now I'm definitely sure you got your wires crossed somewhere. See, Loki, there's no fucking way that I summoned a sex demon. We can start with…I don't even know how."

Your laughter faded into a little squeak as you felt his fingers lightly grasping your chin, tilting your head so that he could take a good look at you. You began to squirm under his gaze as the moments ticked by. "I believe you," he breathed out, the disappointment visible on his face. "A shame. How I would have enjoyed being pleasure-bound to one as breathtaking as you."

His words rung with such an unapologetic honesty that it had you fighting back the heat rising in your cheeks…and swirling in your lower stomach. The way he moved his hand to cup your jaw, his thumb stroking your bottom lip, only worsened your already building desire for the man. No, not a man…demon. As if reminding yourself that he wasn't what he seemed was going to quell that fire; if anything, it might even make it worse, especially considering what kind of demon you were dealing with.

"Perhaps you unknowingly summoned me, then," he murmured, his face hovering so close to yours that you could feel his warm breath on your lips as he spoke. "Was there anything that you did tonight that was out of your regular routine? Perhaps that could lead us to…well, where we are now."

You moved out of his hold with an audible sigh. "Alright…well, I came home from work. It was my birthday, so I made a wish on the candle of my cupcake." You started walking out to the living room/dining area of your apartment, half-heartedly waving toward the space as if to say 'this is where that happened'.

"Quite curious…" he trailed off, walking to the kitchen counter and running two fingers across the surface, placing wholly inappropriate thoughts in your mind about what kind of devastation those sinfully, egregiously long digits could possibly wreak on your body. "And how did you make this…wish?"

You started walking around your living room, trying to retrace your steps since you came home from work earlier, up until you also reached the kitchen counter, trying not to focus too much on the feel of his hand now resting on your lower back, fingers loosely curved around your waist as if he was ready to pull you towards him at a moment's notice.

"I wrote it…on a piece of paper," you muttered, placing your hands on the countertop, willing your memory from a few short hours ago to return to you. "I said 'This is all I want', and then I burned it on the flame before I blew the candle out."

It barely registered to you that he'd moved so that he was standing directly behind you as you were recalling the events before you went to sleep, his hands now resting on either side of your waist, holding you loosely against him. "Hmm…there it is, then. Your wish that you set aflame, that is what summoned me." You fought against your instinctive urge to lean in to his touch and shudder at the way he was whispering in your ear, lips hovering so close that you could feel them ghosting over your skin as he spoke. "Tell me, darling, what did you wish for?"

A shuddering breath escaped you as you felt him move, tracing his nose down the column of your neck, ghosting his lips along the curve between your neck and shoulder, all the while whispering against your skin his soft-spoken command to tell you what you'd wished for that resulted in him being summoned to your home.

"I wished for someone that would make me feel less alone," you sighed your admission, your words barely audible as you fought against your urge to tear up again.

You felt Loki tense against you, maneuvering you so that you would turn and face him, a mix of confusion and concern rife on his devastatingly beautiful features. "I must admit, I'd never been summoned by a wish so…vestal." He reached up and proceeded to push locks of your hair away from your face, tucking the strands behind your ear. "Usually when I am summoned the wish is more…carnal in nature."

"Because sex demon…" you muttered, smirks tugging at the corners of your mouths.

"Indeed," he answered you, a low chuckle escaping him as he tucked his fingers under your chin, tilting your head to look up at him. "Your accidental summoning of me does not change the fact that I am now bound to you, darling mortal. I cannot leave you be until I've fulfilled your needs." A shiver ran through you at his words, worsening when he leaned down, hovering his face mere inches away from yours as his hand traveled down the length of your arm wrapping his fingers around your own hand. "Come with me then."

You chose not to move as he began to lead you through your apartment, standing still and causing him to look back at you when he was met with resistance at your joined hands. "Come with you where, exactly?"

"Back to your bedroom, of course."

"I thought I made it clear that--"

"We're not to go there so that I may bed you, darling," he cut you off with a knowing smirk. "Unless, of course, that would satisfy your needs. In which case I would be more than happy to oblige."

You felt your walls clenching around nothing at his suggestion, tempted beyond reason to take him up on his offer even though you knew that while there was no doubt that sex with someone literally made for it would be mind-blowing, the last thing you needed was another meaningless romp in bed. "Then why exactly are you bringing me back to my bedroom?"

"Your wish," he began, relaxing his hold on you and walking back to stand mere inches from you. "It was for companionship, was it not?" You nodded mutely, a squeak escaping you as you felt his hand at your side, his thumb gently stroking along your ribcage. "From what I've observed with your kind, to sleep alone when one yearns for companionship may be one of the most cripplingly lonely feelings you can experience. I was simply intending to hold you."

His words left you staring at him blankly, struggling to process his words. "Honestly I just thought you were gonna skulk around in the corner while I lived my life because that would be like zero effort for you, and it would still make me feel 'less alone'," you tried to joke, biting your tongue when you saw that he'd only responded by furrowing his brows at you.

"You are far too beautiful to be this guarded," he murmured, leaning closer to you that you could feel his warm breath at the bridge of your nose. "You deserve to have someone to hold you. You shouldn't have had to feel this lonely to begin with." He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "I apologize. It seems that I was all that the fates could give you."

The gesture took you off guard, the tears that you'd been fighting back since you got home from work finally escaping your eyes and rolling down your cheeks. You wrapped your fingers around his hand, squeezing lightly in a silent gesture that you were letting him lead you back to your bedroom. You couldn't form the words anymore.

When he had you settled in your bed once again, only this time gently cradled in his arms, a large hand stroking up and down your back as he began to lull you to sleep. "Sleep, beautiful little mortal. You need not be alone any longer," he whispered before pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "Not if I can help it."

"I really don't understand why you would be upset over this, Y/N. You should be thankful for the sentiment behind it, not the timing. What's important is that we remembered eventually, isn't it?"

You rolled your eyes at your mother's condescending tone over the phone. You'd spent the entire drive back to your apartment from work listening to her justify herself for at least remembering to greet you happy birthday.

Only thing was that it had been an entire six months later. And now she was trying to guilt you into warmly accepting her half-hearted greeting of 'oh I completely forgot, Happy Birthday, sweetie', as if it held any merit now. "Honestly Audrey, how can you even forget your own daughter's birthday for six months? I mean if I were in your shoes I'd remember the anniversary of the days that an entire baby threatened to rip my vagina in half."

"Language, young lady! And how dare you call me by my own name, I am your mother! And you know that we were caught up in celebrating your sister's accomplishment with her school play. Becoming an understudy is a big deal you know."

"I haven't been a young lady for ages, and you haven't been my mother for just as long," you snapped back at her. "And even she was able to text me six fucking months ago apologizing on your behalf and greeting me herself. And how the fuck should I know how big of a deal it is to become an understudy I was too busy becoming the lead when I was still going to school. Last I checked you weren't even in the audience when that happened."

"You really should stop this nasty habit of making everything about you, dear."

You let out a frustrated scream in the hall, the sound prompting your apartment door to open, the sight of Loki stepping out the door clad in his version of "casual clothing" calming you significantly. 'What's wrong?' he mouthed at you, nodding in clear understanding when your only response to him was 'Mother'.

"Do you even fucking hear yourself?? You call me with a half-assed apology for forgetting your daughter's birthday sixmonths ago, and you expect me to just accept it with open arms going 'Of course Mommy I'm so happy you remembered it's the thought that counts'? And now that I'm calling you out on your A+ parenting at least where Stella's concerned since you just love coddling her and celebrating everything with her down to her fucking participation certificates, you're gonna have the balls to tell me that I should stop making this about me??"

The feel of Loki's hands on your shoulders, thumbs resting snugly between your shoulder blades, pressing and rubbing soothing circles in an attempt to mediate your temper, had you taking a deep breath before you went on.

"Audrey I don't want to hear from you ever again. Facts are…you haven't checked in on me since before I moved out of the house. You've pretty much mailed me everything that I left behind there so that you could tear down the wall and give Stella a fucking princess suite, so there isn't even a single trace of me in any square inch of that place she can freely call home.

"You haven't been a mother to me since Stella was born, let alone a mom, so you know what? We might as well cut ties now before I start saying shit that's really gonna hurt your precious fragile ego. Goodbye. Don't ever contact me again. I'm blocking your number, and if you even dare fucking show up on my doorstep I'll call the fucking cops on you. Have the life you deserve."

You felt the phone get taken out of your hand before he turned you around to pull you into a warm embrace. "Are you alright?"

"That felt really fucking good," you mumbled into his chest, starting to let out a hearty laugh as you wrapped your arms around him to return the hug. You lifted your head to look up at him, a smile stretching across your face as your eyes met his. "Hi."

"Hello, precious girl." A small traitorous giggle escaped you as he pressed a kiss between your brows. "Welcome home."

Your heart was doing somersaults at his words, your mind struggling to process them as he easily lifted you off your feet and walked you both into your apartment. Home. The word rolled so effortlessly off his tongue it placed the cruelest image in your head.

One where maybe Loki could stay in your life forever. One where maybe in the last six months of him providing you companionship, you weren't alone in your stupidity in falling in love with the sex demon.

That maybe said demon fell in love with you, too. And the blissful domestic atmosphere that surrounded you whenever you walked into your apartment wasn't just an illusion.

"I have a question," you spoke into the dark quiet of your bedroom when he held you that night, lulling you to sleep. You looked up from your head's position resting snugly on his shoulder, your breath audibly hitching as you saw how menacingly beautiful he looked when his features were illuminated by the moonlight and nothing else.

"Ask away, darling." You could feel your eyes growing heavy as he proceeded to stroke your hair, earning you a low chuckle from him.

"You don't sleep…"

"That is true, I don't."

"So what do you do while I'm asleep?" You brought out another chuckle from him as you fought back a yawn after asking your question.

"Count the hours until the sun rises and your infernal alarm begins to blare in our ears and pulls you out of your peaceful slumber. In those hours, I read something from your shelves occasionally. But mostly I would watch over you, wonder what it is you're dreaming about that brings out such raw reactions upon your face."

"Fuck you must be bored out your mind, I'm sorry," you murmured, feeling yourself sink deeper and deeper into sleep.

Your brows furrowed together at the feel of his fingers lightly grasping your chin. "Look at me, Sweetheart." Your eyes met his through your heavy-lidded gaze, a lazy smile tugging at the sides of your mouth as you looked into his darkened gaze. "That couldn't be farther from the truth. You could never bore me."

A violent fluttering erupted in your stomach as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, a mix between a sigh and a satisfied hum escaping him as he kissed you.

"Never," he insisted before pressing one final kiss to your lips. "Now go to sleep, darling."

"Mmph…thank you, Loki."

"What ever for?"

"For making me feel less alone."

Those last words you uttered before sleep finally took you echoed in Loki's ears like ominous drums that signaled a death march. Each time the words came back, the sound would grow louder, beginning to thump against his chest as if his heart was rushing to give out.

He'd forgotten that it could even do that.

For so long it had taken on this slow, almost snaillike pace that he could have sworn it stopped beating eons ago. It was only that first night, as he held you in his arms, that he could begin to feel the echoes of a pulse once more.

Now those echoes were more than prominent, each thump inside of him signaling that now that you said those words, his time with you was about to come to a screeching halt.

He dreaded how it would happen. Would he simply be summoned to another's bed, simply to resume the process of meaningless trysts with sleeping women that craved nothing more than to be fucked into a stupor that more often than not led to permanent and unfavorable side effects on their part?

Would he be called back to Lilith's domain? To face an admonishment for taking so long on this particular assignment when he could have ended your plight so much more quickly and efficiently?

Would he even be able to say goodbye to you? Could he even bear it to see the look on your face if he did?

"Take it back," he pleaded softly at your sleeping form, desperation lacing every word. "Please. I don't want to leave you, Y/N. Take it back." He held you tighter against him, pressing kiss after kiss to your skin as he kept on begging you take the words back. "I can't bear to leave you, sweet girl. I love you too much for that."

A/N: Okay so I took quite a few liberties with the request but I hope you like it, Anon! There's going to be a part 2 to this because I want to give them a happy (and smutty) ending.

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thesimblrofficedirectory · 1 year ago

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Welcome to The Simblr Office Directory

This blog is an archive of the submissions for the office-centric OC prompt posted by the light of Simblr, @kashisun.

Here you can browse all the amazing creations submitted by your fellow simblrs. Feel free to scroll to your delight or click one of the links under the cut to see who's on roster under (or over) a particular bureau or delegation.

Want to be added to the directory or confirm that you've been queued? Just include a link to your post in an ask off anon and it will be queued within 48 hours. Until we get through the backlog and can queue at a more leisurely pace, all ask submissions will receive a confirmation. You can always mention us, but we won't be able to provided confirmation for that method.

Leaving the company? If you'd like your post removed, just include a link to the post in an ask off anon and it will be removed. Sideblogs may require additional verification. Please allow, at most, 48 hours for the request to be honored. Removal requests will not be confirmed, only acted upon.

Every company's hierarchy is a little different. Designations for this directory are based on some of the companies I've worked for, but especially on the multi-media marketing company I work for now.

Bureaus and Their Delegations

Delegations with an * currently have low or no headcount (posted and queued). Excludes leadership.

Bureau of Client Engagement

Leadership

Billing*

Escalations*

Product Support*

Quality Assurance*

Sales*

Bureau of Compliance (Bureau-specific Internal Affairs and Auditing)

Leadership

Client Engagement*

Facilities*

Finance*

Human Resources*

Information and Technology*

Legal (General)

Legal (Leadership)

Marketing*

Bureau of Facilities

Leadership

Catering*

Environmental (Janitorial, HVAC, and Plumbing)*

Mechanical (Electrical, Elevators, Equipment Maintenance)*

Premise* (Grounds Maintenance and Real Estate)

Purchasing* (From pushpins to pallet jacks)

Security

Warehousing* (Shipping, Receiving, Mail room, and Inventory)

Bureau of Finance

Leadership

Accounting

Asset Management*

Investments*

Travel and Accommodations*

Vendor Relations*

Bureau of Human Resources

Leadership

Career Development (Internships and Internal Role Transitions)

Dependent Care*

Employee Activities Committee (Members are volunteers)

Employee Benefits*

Floating Delegates (Administration) (For profiles that list a nondescript secretary/admin/receptionist/assistant role)

Floating Delegates (General) (For profiles that do not list a position)

Floating Delegates (Leadership) (For profiles that list a nondescript managerial role)

Health Services*

Payroll*

Recruiting*

Training*

Union Relations*

Bureau of Information & Technology

Leadership

Data Security*

Infrastructure*

Public Relations

Research and Development*

Systems and Devices*

Telecommunications*

Bureau of Marketing

Leadership

Copy

Design

Planning and Implementation*

Board of Directors

Chief Officers

CEO - Chief Executive Officer/President

COO - Chief Operations Officer/Vice President

CCO - Chief Compliance Officer/Vice President

CFO - Chief Finance Officer/Vice President

CITO - Chief Information and Technology Officer/Vice President

CMO - Chief Marketing Officer/Vice President

Executive Administration* (Admins that report to chief officers)

#new simblr #the simblr office #thesimblroffice #pinned

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thorns-and-rosewings · 1 year ago

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Sooooo new AU anyone?

Behold the 🔥'Seraphim AU!'🔥

LOL I have been working on this for a month and decided to post what I have so far today on the spookiest of days, dear old Halloween. 🎃 And yes, I do get a ton of enjoyment out of The Sun and Moon Show, which helped inspire the direction this AU has gone.

I actually do have a whole AU/Story idea for him and his brothers (Yes he has siblings, his versions of Bloodmoon and Lunar)

I will just give a little intro into him and his background into this world below. :)

First thing I need to point out is that Seraphim Eclipse is not actually a Fazbear product. No, his creation was the result of a very ambitious fellow within Fazbear who had the brilliant idea to commission an outside company to build some of the more unique animatronics for less money. Specifically the Daycare Attendants.

As the DCA is the only animatronic whose insides cannot be replaced by a random backup Endo due to their thinner, more complex structures. They need to be custom built each time and it's particularly expensive given the unique 3 personalities and abilities the Endo will need. So, without authorization, he commissions a smaller company to build a new attendant.

Unfortunately A LOT was lost in translation. As this small company was led to believe that if their work was satisfactory they could get many more commissions from Fazbear. They were also provided with the DCA's primary blueprints... And furthering the miscommunication, they were told to improve on the design rather than make it identical.

Thus the Creator took liberties and built the base model of Seraphim Eclipse. (Pictured below)

Initial Info: The he first thing that should be said is that Seraphim Eclipse was not initially able to fly. (He can currently) his original wings were just for show and were made to flash and glow. (If he tries it's like getting flashed with six Fazcams all at once)

Next, he was made to be a 'Gentle Giant' sort of figure. He stands at a towering 10 feet tall if one includes his rays.

He also doesn't have a hook on his back, rather he is equipped with a long, flexible and insanely durable cable that can retract completely into his back. This cable measures almost 35-40 feet and is so strong it can fully lift Seraphim Eclipse's weight and keep him balanced and suspended perfectly in midair. The reason for this is he was built to fill all three of the DCA's roles and for naps he would place the kids down for a nap, while being suspended above with his wings glowing faintly.

His entire appearance is supposed to invoke that of a guardian angel.

The cable also has a secondary function as it is much like a Na'vi queue and allows Eclipse to interact with the networks throughout the Pizzaplex. Due to his systems being completely built outside of Fazbear, he has difficulty with various aspects of the systems. But it also meant he was immune to the initial Glitchtrap virus.

He refers to this cable as his tail.

His creator chose to simplify the 'Sun, Moon and Eclipse' personalities and just made one singular being who could handle all of the duties he would need too. Choosing to name him Eclipse as it was more appropriate and would seemingly encompass all of the needed aspects.

The final really 'Abnormal' thing about him is that during his construction, someone attempted to abduct and possibly assault one of the Creators three kids, specifically his youngest daughter... Thankfully the bastard failed and was arrested, but the lingering stress of that disturbing situation resulted in his Creator building flamethrowers into his arms/hands... To be used in case of emergencies.

Brief History: Unfortunately when he was revealed to the heads of the Fazbear Board of Directors, brought before them and activated by the manager who commissioned him... He immediately showed that he was as sweet and as cheerful as Sun models usually are-

He was about as well received as someone finding a dead rat in their cereal...

The board was livid, as company secrets and schematics were given out to make this abomination... Yeah, his first memories at the job he was made for was being called an abomination to his face.

The manager was fired and Eclipse, since they couldn't send him back for a refund but also couldn't use him... They put him in a few restraints, locked him into a permanent 'resting mode' and pretty much hung him up on a wall in a small closet off of parts and services... and forgot he existed.

Unfortunately for Eclipse, he was locked but still conscious.

He was trapped in his own body, in darkness, alone for several years... The only escape he had was that while they locked his limbs up, they neglected doing so with his tail. So he was eventually able to get into the Fazbear networks and essentially observe the ongoings of the Pizzaplex.

He was also able to get access to an online Anime/Manga account that one employee set up for 'Productive Loafing' while at work. But it ended up being the one true joy Seraphim Eclipse had. A distraction from the nightmare he was stuck in. Even when the human employee was fired, Eclipse still kept the account active and constantly used it.

...on a negative note, Eclipse developed a seething hatred towards Sun, Moon and their Eclipse. As he viewed them as responsible for his own situation. Let alone the horrors that the malfunctioning Moon caused...

(Because I truly can write too much and given how LONG I could make this... I am going to shorten this now)

Seraphim Eclipse was finally be let loose from his captivity by MXES as a final desperate act to prevent Mimic from escaping and killing Cassie. As when MXES was set up, he became aware of Eclipse but didn't release him... Due to him not being sure if he was just another vessel for the Mimic or some other threat.

After getting free and having been watching Cassie's dangerous progress through the destroyed Pizzaplex via the cameras, Eclipse's first and only thought is about saving that little girl... And he reactivates Roxy to help him. (Because I still wonder how the hell she reactivated.) And it turns into a huge fight... Ending with Mimic getting deactivated by being ripped to pieces. And Eclipse taking quite a bit of damage especially to one side of his face, but making sure Mimic is VERY dead.

They all leave up the elevator, meeting the real Gregory, Freddy (Well... his head anyway) and Vanessa at the top. (They don't drop them.)

Literally everyone is burnt out from this nightmare, they go to the only place that might be a reprieve from the whole mess... They go to Cassie's aunt's place. Cassie's aunt, Twila, owns a Junk/Scrapyard and was babysitting her niece while her father was out of town. She opens the door to this lot and Cassie nervously laughing that she has a funny story to tell her.

Cassie is grounded for a month for scaring her aunt half to death by running off...

But Seraphim Eclipse stays there for a bit; and knowing he saved her niece... Twila gives him his sword. As she knows it's valuable, but judging by her nieces description about how Eclipse used a piece of rebar like a sword while fighting Mimic, she thought he should own a real one.

The sword is an Nodaichi.

His face is repaired, but seems to sport a permanent red scar, resembling a bloody tear.

(Again I am shortening this...)

After pulling off some blackmail, Seraphim Eclipse manages to aquire this particular Pizzaplex, all of its accounts for money and while associated, it's not connected to the Fazbear brand anymore... He owns it and gets it repaired.

His first act is to get rid of Sun/Moon/Eclipse... He quite literally tells them they are fired... And to go throw themselves into the dumpster outside because that's where they belong.

Twila takes the now distraught trio to live and help her at the scrapyard...

The Pizzaplex gets repaired better than ever and Eclipse takes his 'rightful' role, running the daycare.

...all is peaceful for a bit...

Until something is blasted through the roof and lands in the ballpit...

...namely the damaged form of a certain other Eclipse...

...and the damaged remains of the Newton Star...

Exercising A LOT of caution, Seraphim Eclipse takes the damaged other Eclipse to his workshop and starts going through his mind.

Yeaaaahhh he learns how batshit the other is... But he also comes across the schematics for the interdimensional portal, but more importantly the blueprints for both Bloodmoon and Lunar...

Because he and his alter share a trait of being agonizingly lonely.

He also meets Solar Flare, who he moves his consciousness into his computer... And ends up adapting him to be the AI in charge of his defenses...

LOL, MXES finally gets a friend.

He repairs Canon Eclipse, but knowing that he's pretty insane... Seraphim Eclipse slaps a nasty control collar on him so his alter cannot secretly work to destroy him...

Poor guy gets turned into a very angry janitor.

And Seraphim Eclipse proceeds to build his own versions of Bloodmoon and Lunar... Even incorporating the fragments of the Newton Star into his own Lunar.

The results are... Interesting... Especially considering his Lunar, who is extremely magically inclined, becomes responsible for Seraphim Eclipse's wing upgrades. As well as a multitude of additional upgrades... And awkward scenarios; that this crazy family will start enduring 😅

...I will write more later, but that's pretty much the start of this AU 🌟

Also, Happy Halloween everyone! 🎃

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alpaca-clouds · 1 year ago

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Understanding Class Solidarity

Prewriting this and putting it in a queue. Is Hollywood still striking?

Well, does not matter. Because I gotta talk about another important thing when it comes to leftist thought. Another thing that the capitalist system has kinda managed to very successfully distort. The concept of class solidarity.

See, no matter whether SAG AFTRA and WGA are still on strike when this is going up, the entire issue has shown this - though of course it also has kinda helped some more people to understand this, too.

Because the first reaction of many people upon those folks going on strike, was: "What are they complaining about? They are Hollywood! Hollywood is where the money is!" This was especially true for when the actors went on strike, because we kinda associate actors with being rich. Because we usually think of the likes of a Chris Hemthworth or a Scarlet Johanson, who get like millions per movie where they show up. But people obviously forget that most actors are in fact some random background faces, who barely scrape by. The big actors going on strike, too, is in fact a form of class solidarity.

See, capitalism has told us that the classes are like the middle class, the upper class and the lower classes. And, sure, yeah, those are kinda classes as well - and classism is very much based on this. On the economic standing of people and the marginalization of poor people is very much real.

BUUUUUUUT...

You know what the entire marxist theory says about the classes?

Yeah, there are only two. There is the owning class and there is the working class. And it turns out, that even quite a few of those multimillion dollar actors are in fact still working class, as they do not own the companies in which they make their money. And yes, note, some do. There are a couple of big wing actors who do in fact own the production studios they work under. But this is not true for all or even for most.

And here is the thing: The difference between the owning class and the working class is, that the working class works and actually produces value, while the owning class profits off that generated value.

That is also why the saying goes: "Every profit is stolen wages." And this is true, no matter whether the worker makes 25k a year, 100k, 500k or 3m. If they are the worker, they are almost by necessity exploited. Just that some get exploited a ton more.

To keep it with the film studios, because it is a nice example to have.

Who really made it possible for like Avengers Endgame to bring in 2 billion bucks. Was it Bob Iger (or Bob Chapek)? Or was it like the directors, actors, costume makers, set makers, camera people, technicians, CGI creators and what not? Who really did generate that value?

And understanding that is the core to understanding class solidarity.

The system right now is very interested in people not realizing it. That we actually all do have more in common with other workers, than we have with the owning class. That if we just all went on strike, that the owning class would loose everything.

The average person with their 40k/year office job does have more in common both with the B-List actor, who might make a couple hundred thousand per movie, AND with the black trans 20 something homeless kid working at Starbucks while living on their frined's sofa.

Because all three of them do not own the fruits of their labor. All three of them have their life dictated by people who own whatever they are working for.

Class solidarity is to understand this and to stand side by side with everyone who is striking and fighting for their right to get treated fairly.

#anarchism #communism #anti capitalism #class solidarity #strike #striking #unionize #labor rights #labor unions #working class #eat the rich

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grainelevator · 6 months ago

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I’m so so sorry this is going to be a really long rant but !!!! FUCK !!!! I’ve been desperate for this conversation.

We had a dinner guest very confidently say, word for word, that health is a colonial concept. Queue a chorus of tongue to the top-teeth disapproving *clicks* and the sound of my grandmother decisively putting her fork down. The questions started coming with an underlying tone of absolute distain. “What is health?” “Do you mean the healthcare system?” “Do you see an alternative here?” “Do you know why there isn’t one?” “Are you aware we fight tooth and nail for access to this so-called colonial concept and the system that facilitates it?”

Immediately this white girl is shaking in her boots (I don’t blame her, my grandma is 58, capable of lifting a car, and probably of scalping a dinner guest if the need ever arose). But it became so obviously clear over the course of her attempt to explain that what she meant is “native culture is unhealthy, health is a deviation from and erasure of native culture” which is, uhhhh, bullshit. I feel like so many people (liberal and upper class white women in particular) see a facet of colonial society that isn’t equally represented in minority communities and then interpret it as being a colonial invention as opposed to a colonial privilege. The same goes for “settled dwelling is a colonial concept” no it isn’t, lots of us did that for centuries, it just sucks now because a colonial system got dropped on top of the practice. Saying health, housing, parenting, etc are Colonial Concepts is saying outright that you cannot envision indigenous people as presently or historically capable of upholding those ideals in an equal capacity.

Progressive language does not negate the inherent infantilisation or racism of that belief. Furthermore, treating liberation from the material and social suffering of our condition as a deviation from our culture betrays the fact that you understand it exclusively from the perspective of colonial power and abuse. Thus, native culture (and african american culture) becomes, in the eyes of white liberals, synonymous with what was inflicted upon us as opposed to who we are. How dare we aspire towards health when to do so is a betrayal of our culture? Our culture being traumatisation, grief, victimhood, and above all else, a necessary social technology of both white guilt and white liberal saviourship.

Wow. Do NOT apologize for this! You are a great writer and your arguments are excellent.

I’ve been thinking about these connections a lot too. A very strong example of how consumption impacts health (I can’t believe I actually have to say that) and how these health conditions (including how these problems are managed) affect different groups in different ways are food swamps. Food swamps are areas that have little access to nutritious food, caused by factors such as cost and physical availability. In North America, native people and black people are significantly more likely to live in food swamps. These populations are less valued and seen as expendable.

It is well established that consumption of highly-processed food leads to negative health outcomes. However, the people who follow the rhetoric of positions such as “health is a colonial construct” (It’s not - health exists as a spectrum, and the delineation of healthy and unhealthy may be highly variable. This is not the same thing as non-existence) are also the ones who deny the cause and effect nature of health. This misinformation is especially harmful in places with a high population of people who are already marginalized. No one benefits from the insistence that diet does not influence disease…except for the corporations making people sick.

Food companies are not your friends. Pharmaceutical companies are not your friends. Preventative diseases line their pockets. Your wellbeing and that of others needs to come before their profit.

#thank you for this awesome ask!#food industry #colonialism #race #fatphobia #health #analysis

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afreakingdork · 1 year ago

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Weak Spot - Chapter 30

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Marathon Sex, Somnophilia, Intercrural Sex

Synopsis: A love story of villainous proportions! Though it hadn’t come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?

This chapter is dedicated to @hijinxensues aka Sofa, the true sitting foundation for me! Not only did they pioneer the most incredible weekend last week, but they are a superstar in their own right. I'll never be able to thank you enough for all that you've done for me!

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First 💜 Previous

You felt like you were trapped in the land of inconveniences. Without a specific source, you had instead been bombarded with a thousand little things that wore away at your very soul. It had started with the roll-out of a new software at your company. They’d eaten up three hours of every single morning with crash course training over the course of a week. Only sympathetic to a point, they’d given the maddeningly flippant response of not moving deadlines and instead said that they would work with each person individually if work were to fall behind. It left the entire company in a rushed state with no exact course of action. Team leads were under pressure which trickled up to their managers and beyond. It was under these conditions that the stage of your discomfort was set. ��

So when inevitably things with the new system didn’t work out, you were forced to move up the chain of command. When they predictably could not get back to you in a timely manner because they were being flooded with questions, you’d switch tasks. There you’d hit another wall and have to repeat the process over again. Infuriated by the cycle, you went off to manage the things you could. It was there you’d found the vending machine currently out of order. You hadn’t even necessarily wanted a snack, but being denied one was a kick to the shins.

Leaving it for coffee was knowing full well that the caffeine would aggravate the problem. You only needed an excuse to not look at your computer. Arriving in the little break room found someone had taken it upon themselves to descale the two pots there. Mad because you hadn’t thought of starting the distracting process first, you stewed watching the coworker who had used the process as an excuse to unshackle themselves from their desk. Thinking you wanted in on the knowledge, the flick of their gaze as they explained oozed false confidence. It was like they were rubbing it in the face of each person who entered. They’d found a way out and since no one else had, they used it to fuel their twisted form of satisfaction.

Left with nothing to do but percolate at your desk, you returned and slumped in your chair. Waking up your computer found your team lead had messaged if you were available to chat. Having missed the message by five minutes, you threw back a response and all but collapsed when nothing returned. The person was gone again, presumably moved on to the next in their queue. Stuck, you picked through menial tasks which ate up little time. Then your team lead got back only to schedule a meeting for an hour and a half later. It meant that whatever you started next would most certainly be interrupted.

Clicking through windows, you predictably had just gotten into it when the meeting time came around. You readied yourself and dug out your headset only to find a new email in your inbox. A quick tap found it was a postponement of said meeting and you stared at it with righteous fury. Glowering, you chugged your water just as an excuse to empty it. You then carried your bottle to the cooler where far too many people were congregated. Already knowing that to be a ticking time bomb, you still needed the H20. You got only about halfway through holding down the tap when a manager wandered upon the scene. Where everyone else scattered, you were a little too emboldened. You turned towards the man and shot him what you hoped was a busied look as water continued to pour into your jug. It must have not been the facial expression you meant because he soured and tossed a ‘get back to your desk when you’re done’ before walking away.

With him out of sight, you yanked the bottle back to your person only for the lid to not be screwed on tight. It meant water leaked and flicked over your shoe and torso. The dampness on your shirt was one thing, but the one down your foot hit at the perfect angle to where it absorbed into your sock. It meant with every step there was a faint squish of fabric that felt like an insult to injury. Stomping back to your cubicle, you slammed the water down only for the latent leak to spray droplets over your desk. Cleaning them up with a discarded napkin, you’d forgotten you’d shoved a piece of gum in said cloth earlier and smeared the sticky substance across your desk. Wanting to knock yourself out just to stop the onslaught, you instead did your best to clean it up. Already on the manager’s bad side, you needed to lay low and not grab a watered down cleaning solution from the break room.

Stuck with a faint residue, you tacked on your computer until the meeting came around a second time. It was there that your team lead revealed the purpose of said meeting was to round up questions. The others in your department were somehow prepared while you scrambled to compile your full list as they took their turns. When it came to you, you felt red in the face as your questions paled into comparison to the intricate ones they asked. Your team lead’s attitude was buoyant nonetheless and they ended with a promise of action. Sinking over having waited hours for that, you typed away on a copy with exaggerated key presses. Your gossipy coworker shot you a message that you responded to in a clipped few words. You weren’t in the mood for him to rattle off whatever was on his mind. At this point, you just needed to run out the clock.

At 5 you were blatantly staring at your phone. It meant you could clock out within seconds of the time’s rollover and were in motion. Riding the tide of heading home, you emerged from your cubicle to find others were on a similar journey. A bottleneck throttled the elevators and you threw your head back when you were forced to wait until the third boarding. It was a comically slow shuffle to get on and when you finally hit the ground floor, you thought about fleeing the premises in an all out jog. Biding your limited energy, you instead walked among the masses of suits at the pace they set. It meant multiple shovings were inevitable, but having someone’s old lunch bag bust on your shoulder was not. You barked at the assailant viciously only to realize it was a pregnant woman looking mortified. She explained she hadn’t been able to eat due to morning sickness and was near tears at your anger. Fizzling out into a sea of self-hatred, you tried to roll back, but the damage was done. Several people around you outwardly scoffed and you were forced to slink away.

Public transit was then packed at peak hours and the tuna salad on your sleeve made you public enemy number one in the already hostile environment. Shouldering off your jacket in an attempt to hide the smell, you stewed on only your exhaustion and starvation. Lunch seemed eons ago and, even with the off-putting scent, you were ravenous. It was in that thought space that you remembered it was your night in the dinner rotation. You would have wilted straight to the ground were it not for the mysterious puddle at your feet. Liquids on the grounds of New York were nearly always toxic and you were locked into standing in it by the many commuters. Berating yourself for the moderately difficult dish you’d chosen to prepare, you went through scenarios on how to best persuade Donnie into ordering take-out.

Donnie.

Perking up only slightly, you considered your boyfriend. It wasn’t like you’d forgotten him, but you weren’t used to him being so especially accessible yet. Warmed, you hugged your jacket a little tighter. One of the perks of living with your partner was sharing the load. Not to discount your old roommate, there was something different about it being the person you dated. Awash with the many comforting possibilities, it made the rest of the trip home bearable even after you’d narrowly avoided some school kids ripping through the crowd chasing each other and the elderly man they knocked into who consequently dropped a gallon of milk creating a white splash zone of several feet.

You had a death grip on your last wit as you hit the apartment. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. signaled you up and you punched the elevator button. It came down with an unnerving thunk that made you almost take the stairs. Just worn down enough that you’d compromise your own safety, you boarded only for the screeching to chase you up. Having survived with a similar bang upon hitting the landing, you were quick to hop off and march towards the door. It opened in time for you and you entered your domicile. The increasingly familiar smell of Donnie’s musk that tinted the place was rapidly mixing with yours to create a new scent. Wrapped in it like a blanket, you dropped your dirty jacket and bag by the door while kicking it shut.

“Welcome home.” Donnie’s voice came as he tacked away without pause on his keyboard.

“Can’t you write on the screen?” You mumbled out, feet not lifting as you approached the couch.

“It’s more comfortable to write lengthy code this way.” He explained without turning.

You stared at the purple knot of his mask as the front of your thighs came into contact with the sofa’s arm. There you let momentum carry you and you fell forward. Face planting of your own volition and legs sent north, you laid in that spot until gravity yanked your stems down. It took some pathetic squirming, but you squirreled forward until most of your body made it onto the couch. You gave up right around the ankles where they laid bending back and figured you'd made it far enough. Face still flat to the cushions, you listened to the rhythmic tapping for a while.

He wasn’t even going to ask.

Didn’t you look pathetic?

Wondering if maybe you needed to crank it up a little, you gave a groaning sigh.

The keys ticked away as if on a recording.

Giving a second even louder whine, you turned your head to the side in case the seat was muffling you.

It was impossible with his hearing, but you were trying to give him the benefit of the doubt.

“Yes?” His voice was flat and the clacking started to irritate you.

Grumbling, you forced yourself up to glare at him just over the arm of the couch separating you. On screen there was a large black window with purple code manifesting at an alarming rate. Ignoring it, the rest of his monitors were blank until the typing slowed. Thinking he was finally going to stop, you found code still appearing, but at half speed. One of his hands had freed itself of the process and, with an outward pinch to the monitor, a new window appeared. It blinked to life with a camera and, in a wave of his hand, Donnie moved it so he was in the corner of the frame and you, just over his shoulder, displayed in his field of vision.

“You’re upset.”

“Wow, took looking at me to notice?” You bit down on a more dramatic scowl and simply glared into the mini version of you reflected back. “Getting sick again?”

“Hardly.”

“Hmph.” You sank down so he couldn’t see the bottom half of your face.

“There’s tuna salad on your jacket which is not what you had for lunch. There’s also milk on your pants, but it doesn’t smell near as spoiled. The elevator has been on the fritz since this morning when the tenant in 4B tried to shove a mattress in which damaged something in the roof. I have not had time to repair it. By your posture it looks as though you spent a majority of the day slouching, but in a way that doesn’t suggest you were stuck at the computer. From what you told me earlier this week about the new update, I can presume there are growing pains stemming from that. You didn’t have a coffee or an energy drink, but you slept well so I can surmise your exhaustion is more mental than physical. All of which points to a bad day and the only thing I don’t understand is why you’re prompting me as opposed to opening up. Is that what you were hoping to hear?”

A sharp response was on your lips, but your face screwed up around it. Dropping down out of his view, you listened as the typing renewed to its prior speed. Shimmying until you rolled over, you stewed on your back. There was no way that comforting you hadn’t occurred to him. He confirmed he had all the signs about your bad day and yet he was still writing his code. Closing your eyes and thinking back to the morning, you tried to remember if he had mentioned something pressing. Nothing came to mind and by the time your lids came up you were resigned to your comfortless evening. Picturing a way to self soothe and still get dinner made, you prepared to sit up when you realized the keyboard wasn’t going anymore.

Blinking, you tipped your head back and found Donnie staring at you from his chair.

“I’m getting up.” You explained, ruminating over how tired you sounded.

He stood instead and took the few steps over to the arm as if lauding over you.

You stared back with a creased brow.

His came down similarly and, as you tried to make sense of it, he reached out to brush your cheek.

Leaning slightly into him, you watched his lips part, but no words came. Coming up from where it had been laying on your stomach, you covered his hand with yours. You both watched on with increasing uncertainty. Locking eyes until you caught the tiny reflection of yourself, you ran back over all the times he had cared for you. Reviewing it critically, there were always clear steps taken. Through his own means of problem solving, he often sorted the most pressing issues and tackled them in descending order of importance.

There were tangible symptoms.

The only time he had dealt with a true malaise had been after your boss died and there were so many other factors happening then that convulsed the comparison to now. Even if you were to throw out that bit of data, there weren’t any similar situations. The second closest was probably your anxiety at the lake which he had simply tried to logic away. Still gazing up at your turtle, you knew you had to ask.

“Do you know what to do?”

There was the faintest shake to his head. “I’ve been debating if I should.”

“I assumed you did, but then I started thinking about it.”

His lip curled to the side before he broke eye contact.

Despite the lingering irritation still buzzing about, a certain amount of warmth cropped up around it. It made your insides the mark of a summer day that would have been nice if it weren’t for all the pests.

A little decided sound came from your partner and you returned from the imagery. He was gazing down at you again and he gave your cheek a single pat. “Bear with me while I test a few hypotheses?”

“Of course.”

He gave an approving nod and rounded the couch. Your head raised on instinct to watch him and he tucked a hand right under the space you created. Feeling the cup of his appendage, you leaned into it and he eased you up until you were nearly sitting. He then sat where your head had been before letting you back down. It meant you were laying on his thigh and you immediately rolled over so you could bury your face into the flat of the plastron around his stomach. “A positive reaction.”

“Write that down.” Your voice was muffled by his top.

“I’m using nature’s notepad.” You felt the weight of his hand fall onto your arm.

“Good choice.” You curled a little closer and almost wished you weren’t on the couch. You wanted to wrap all the way around him even knowing that would be an impossibility with his shell.

He stroked lightly in his hold and you felt him lift his head. “Want to swap dinner days?”

You shook your head furiously.

One of his fingers gave a tap. “Ah, because I cannot move.”

You burrowed deeper.

He gave a bob of laughter. “Let’s see…”

The next choice you figured was clear which left you curious over what he was ruminating now. Too comfortable to bother with possibilities again, you lulled in his scent until you heard a faint response.

“Comfort food?”

You made a little noise of interest, but weren’t quite coaxed from your new home.

“It changes depending on regionality and we are living in an immense melting pot.”

More forced, you unearthed only your mouth. “Not in the mood for fried heavy. Also, no fish.”

“I’ll have your jacket cleaned.”

“Thank you.”

“Noodles?”

Settling into a head turn, you watched the underside of his chin. “Ramen doesn’t always deliver well.”

“Depends on the place.” He agreed. “Pasta?”

“Not mac and cheese.”

“Italian.” He tried to look down at you, but you were too tightly curled into him for him to get a good look.

“I feel bad following up that with ‘cheese.’”

“An entirely different type.” He offered.

“Too nice!” You rolled over and beamed up at him.

The awaiting glint in his eye dropped with something else. “First smile…”

You felt bad it was wiped right off your lips, but he’d been too candid with his care.

He took your change the wrong way. “I’ll start the order.”

Wiggling out of his lap, he glanced at you as he brought out his phone. He turned it towards you and you saddled up beside him with a flick of your eyes to check that was okay. Instead of confirming, he slung the arm holding the screen around you and sank down until his chin hit your shoulder to peruse local options. Bumping your head against his, you picked a place and narrowed down to the illustrious dish of comfort.

Now stuck with the inevitable waiting game, you went to wash up. Donnie gave you space which you found interesting and wondered if it was part of his experiment. It was also weirdly what you needed which made you doubly ponder your boyfriend’s actions. For someone testing out hypotheses, he was surprisingly good at it. It also struck you that he had about a year of data to pull from so it probably wasn’t as farfetched in that regard. It brought back memories of the DAR protocol and you wondered if it was a consolidation of all the little things he thought about you. You imagined it was something like a file on an animal in the zoo and internally laughed at the sort of silly things he might have marked there like diet.

Still not in the mood to fully commit to a shower, you washed your face and pits. Changing into lounge wear, you estimated you had unwound about 15% down from the near hundred you had almost hit. It meant the manic energy had abated, but you still felt like maybe blasting one earworm style song at full volume and on repeat until it numbed what was left. Knowing from Shelly that wouldn’t be the most well received action, you emerged from the bathroom feeling the process of moving forward.

You quickly found quiet and within a few steps you could see Donnie standing at his computer with a litany of windows up. He turned and, with a clenched fist they all disappeared, before the slight down tilt of his lips told you his reaction had been one of surprise. Giving him a knowing lowering of your lids, he flicked the screens backup with a twist of his wrist.

“Research?” You asked, stopping just short of him.

“A cursory search was nothing but drivel.” You watched him sign ‘going back’ and several relationship magazine articles appeared.

“What’d you move to?” You tilted your head and reached up to close the closest rag window manually.

“Psychology think pieces and forums.”

“Getting into the weeds.” You mused, closing the other articles like popping bubbles.

Donnie flicked a window over to you and you tried to tap the ‘X’ before it fell in place on the screen.

“The investigative phase is a lengthy one.” His hand came around yours and he closed his fingers to make it seem like you closed all the windows in time.

Chewing your lip you pushed your body into him and he caught you by a hip. “Do you like it?”

“Absolutely.” He dipped down and pressed a kiss into your hair.

“How’s this one going?” You turned to look up at him knowing fully well that you were the specimen.

He dipped down to allow you to steal an actual kiss. “Real experiments are rarely broken down like elementary school projects. The steps occur in a sort of tandem.”

You left him and wandered towards the kitchen while debating a drink. “Back and forth, like adjusting?”

“Depends on what you’re testing.”

You thought it over and sought out a glass. “Is the current investigation a hands off one?”

He made a hum of appreciation. “Interesting guess, but no.”

“I’m guessing now?” You poured some juice and turned to study him.

“If you are inclined.” He gave a noncommittal tip of his head and crossed towards the couch. There he leaned as if lying in wait.

“Your body language says otherwise.” You gestured to your cup and he shook his head.

“I don’t have to be forthcoming in this.” He had a taunting quality.

You rolled your eyes and took a sip. Coming down from the sweet liquid found your boyfriend relaxed. He seemed to be in his natural element, observing.

Carting your juice along, you took lazy steps towards the couch. Once you reached it, you set your glass down safely before collapsing into the cushions. “This is the worst part!”

You heard the fabric of his joggers shift and he presumably came around to gather new information.

“Waiting for the food to arrive.” You tossed an arm over your eyes. “You want to eat, but you can’t really commit to anything because who knows when it’ll actually get here.”

You didn’t hear anything but could sense that he squatted down closer.

Turning your head instead of removing your arm, you glimpsed him crouched down far enough to see your face. “We forgot couch pillows.”

One of his brows rose.

You stared at him with an increasingly narrowed gaze. “I never said that out loud did I?”

“I would recall.”

“Your apartment was suspicious as hell.”

His gaze constricted. “How?”

“Hotel rooms have more personality.”

He was somehow less amused even though he hadn’t shown much emotion in the first place. “It’s a point of function.”

“Tell that to your costume and car.” In a turn your lids were pressed back into your arm. “This place should be all futuristic lab with purple neon.”

“That’s impractical for an actual lab.”

“I figured you’ve made less work.”

“I have.”

“Wait, we’re getting away from the point…”

“Function in a rudimentary sense. The units were identical for convenience. If I included décor then I would either defeat the purpose or need of multiples. There was no point to either.”

Waiting a few beats and turning over what that meant on a larger scale, you pulled your arm down. “You never brought people over.”

“No.”

Sitting up, you could only hear Hypno’s voice ghosting in your ear. “You’ve really been alone all thi-?”

There was an alert buzzed to the computer.

Donnie rose in a fluid motion and walked over to it.

You watched him flick at a display that noted someone arrived along with a live feed of the delivery person waiting at the door.

“Does that alert always pop up?”

“No.” Donnie responded with ease and headed towards the door.

“Full stop?”

He flicked you a gaze as he strode by.

“Up to S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s discretion or something?”

“Yes.”

You pursed your lips. “Whatever you’re doing now is heading in a bad direction.”

His step stuttered and his gaze dropped. There he processed your statement with a creased brow until there was a knock at the door. Remembering his original destination, Donnie reclaimed his stoic aura and made the exchange. The delivery person departed and he headed straight towards the kitchen with thoughts clouding his attention.

You gave a fond smile before chasing after him. He moved slow in comparison as you lapped him opening boxes as he was still getting them out of their bag. You’d identified your meal and even grabbed a roll before ditching him in favor of the couch. You had bread in your mouth, a metal bowl in one hand, and the remote in the other when he finally reached your side.

“You… should pick whatever you want to watch.”

“Figured ‘hat mush.” You chuckled as you chewed.

You flicked on one of your comfort movies that you had seen more times then you could count and spared him a glance. He was nearly glaring at his food with an intensity that you figured could probably heat it back up if it was cold.

“You alright?”

His head tipped. “Wellbeing, mental and physical, are adequate.”

“Donnie.”

“You don’t need to worry about me on top of everything else.”

“Experiments and life.”

He looked up at you with a bit of loss tinting his gaze.

“It happens in tandem.”

Understanding blossomed and there was a minor decrease in his furrowed brow. “There will be times when we are both upset.”

“There’ll be times when what one of us needs is going to be actively against what the other needs!”

As if hitting a button on a remote, Donnie’s brows dropped right back down to where they had been.

Unable to help him, you felt a little guilty leaving him to give your attention to your dinner. Similarly to what you had just said, it felt a lot like picking and choosing. You needed your pasta as a means to lessen your agitation while he was in dire need of some guidance. You just didn’t have it in you to help. Upon your first forkful, you had an odd plane imagery and heard the line about putting your own oxygen mask on first. It quirked a smile as you chewed and mused about how this was nothing like airline food. Losing track of your thoughts, you busied yourself with eating until one of your favorite lines was said on screen. Compounding distractions took hold and you left mental processes in favor of sensation.

“You know this cameo was completely unplanned?” The fact popped out of you as you lazed into the couch with a full belly.

“Should that not be the case?”

The question caught you off guard. “I mean sure a cameo is like a teaser, but they usually plan those things… out…” You were in a slow turn towards your partner when you realized you had forgotten all about him.

“For audience enrichment.” He offered.

“Donnie!”

He simply watched you as you pulled your legs up to face him fully.

“Are you okay!?”

“Yes.” One of his brows descended while the other shot up like a counterbalance.

“I-” You cut yourself off as everything about him obviously spoke that he hadn’t noticed your neglect.

An odd counter thought grouched about how he was better at self-soothing.

Another weighed in with sorrow on why that must be.

Shaking them all away, you offered a pathetic look. “Can we pretend I didn’t do anything because I’m having a bad day?”

He chuffed. “It can’t be that bad, but I won’t refuse your request.”

Dropping your gaze, you checked your hands. There was a light grease from the bread there and you got up to busy yourself washing your hands.

“Should I pause it?”

“No. I’ve seen it. The girls are going to surprise her with a pillow fort in a second.”

You heard the couch creak as Donnie turned back to the movie as if to check your comment. You heard the telltale dialog between running water and headed back as you were drying your hands. He was staring intently at the screen as you approached. When you didn’t immediately reclaim your seat, you watched as Donnie had to wrench his gaze away to look up at you curiously.

“I… sort of… forgot you were upset…”

“I wasn’t upset.”

You wove several circles with your pointer fingers. “The thought thing. You were stuck and I didn’t help.”

“You had just explain-”

“I know, but I should have tried.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s what you do when you care about someone.”

His gaze said that was obvious.

“T-that you push through to help your partner even if you…”

He increased his look to a near comical level.

Running a little too late, you saw a reel of nearly hundred tiny discomforts he had weathered on your account. “Ah…”

He made a show of turning his body to you in a mime of what you had done earlier. “Are you alright?”

You relented by shaking your head. “You’re pretty intuitive, you know that?”

He shrugged.

“Even if you don’t know… you also somehow do.”

“Oxymoron.”

You gave a light groan and watched your feet as you stepped as if there was a tightrope. Walking the line as it curved around the back of the couch you stopped there. Out of your periphery you could tell Donnie was keeping vigil. “Like tonight, you say you don’t know what to do, but you… do all this.”

You could see it; he had the protest on his lips of his faults.

“Overall.” You interjected and waited for him to catch what you meant.

Confirmation came quickly and he nodded for you to continue.

“This is a small example of the grand scale. It’s… It’s…” You stopped and wondered what you were even trying to say.

Exhibiting his usual patience, he leaned into the couch as an indication that he’d give you all the time you needed.

It only added fuel to the fire of your point. “This!” You threw your arms out at him. “You try so hard!”

He gave a sigh as if his next sentence was going to be a big labor. “And you don’t?”

You weren’t even moving, but the comment stopped you cold. “What?”

He turned his head and you could tell he was debating getting up. “Since the beginning. You pushed yourself to points of near humiliation. You saw… something in me…” He changed his mind by tipping his head until it pressed into the back of the couch. “I’ll never know what and I will always be grateful.”

Your heart skipped in your chest and you wanted to relish the feeling, but all you could do was fixate on how much that seemed like an impossibility with how dower you’d been all day. Even now with the buoy of joy, it felt more like a blip on the radar as opposed to a healing property. With your feet grounded, your body swayed away from him as you tried to recapture the spark and hold it close to nurse it.

There was a shift of fabric that said Donnie was finally up.

You hadn’t done your usual maneuver of throwing yourself at him when he’d admitted something terribly sweet and you wondered if it worried him. Unable to part a glance to see as you were still trying to locate that elusive firefly of joy, you heard the soft padding as he headed past you. Almost grateful, you closed your eyes and replayed his words. The jump didn’t occur, but you didn’t expect it. Instead, you tried to distill the feeling. The casual nature of his comment that spoke to things that had probably been on his mind for months. The gratitude he’d had despite that he still was very much his own worst enemy. How could you explain that it was Donnie’s intangible concept that drew you to him despite knowing nothing about him? That pure instinct drove you two together and weathered every piece of knowledge gathered.

The sound of a loud muffled thud brought you out of the contemplation.

Not startling, but turning with widened eyes, you watched as Donnie observed how he had tipped the couch over onto its front.

Curiosity flooded around you, but the interest didn’t hit your lips. You wandered a large curve that sent you closer to the door as you observed what he had done. On the coffee table was a stack of the linens from the bed. Putting a finger to the plump of your lower lip, you pushed against it as you headed towards the TV. It afforded you a look into the bedroom where he had stripped the bed.

Donnie’s head lolled to one side and then he hoisted the sofa up by one hand.

You took a tentative step back and watched as he turned the whole thing in the air before setting it back down on one of its sides. It stood as an odd column in the living room and his hand’s didn’t retract. Instead he gave it a little rock which you immediately noted was him testing how sturdy it was. Satisfied it wouldn’t fall, he released it and headed back to the bedroom.

In his absence, you made it to the third metaphorical base of your living room trek which brought you right next to the obelisk. The underside of the fabric was neat and spoke of its disuse. Something lifted in your periphery and you turned to find Donnie hoisting the entire bed, stand and all. Underneath were containers you had never seen before and with a kick of his real foot, he pushed them cleanly out from underneath. You wandered closer, half shielding your body behind the partition near the desk as he set the bed back down and centered it. He then rounded the mattress and with a few clicks he opened the containers. There you found them stuffed with extra sheets, pillows, and a comforter you hadn’t seen in almost a year.

Its pale purple color held the barest negative connotation that was easily eclipsed with the knowledge of where all these things had been stored. Ducking back as he turned to you, you still saw the quick knowing look he sent before he began to gather these things up as well. As he passed you with an actual armful, you trailed him like a duckling. He made a precarious stack on the coffee table before he did an about face so fast you leaned away in surprise. He then sized you up as if you were part of his calculations before reaching out. He caught you by the forearms and, with a question on your face, he lifted you straight up.

“Hey!” The sound appeared on your lips and he set you down a few feet away before giving an approving nod that was all snark.

He then turned his back to you and you watched him think. It was clear he was drawing up mental blueprints and you leaned against the wall he had set you near. You saw the exact metaphorical pen flick that dotted off his design before he was set into calculated motion. Getting his computer chair in on the other side, he unwound blankets and started to build. Chewing your lip at his cuteness, you did a sock-sliding turn that sent you back into the bedroom. There you unearthed some starry garland you’d been gifted and never employed from your nightstand.

Returning found a sheet strung between the sofa and the office chair. The whole set had been rearranged and his form was a faint shadow through the fabric where the TV sat behind him in an idle glow. Coming around, you picked up the comforter. It bunched in your arms and was unwieldy which caused Donnie to throw you a glance over his shoulder.

You ignored him and ducked under the top sheet to find he was kneeling on something similarly puffy. Setting the comforter aside, you yanked at it which appeared as some sort of access code for his lips.

“It’s a futon.”

You paused only to turn the word over before he lifted his weight to allow you ability to adjust. On his feet, he worked the above structure as you laid out the plush flooring. In tandem, you both erected the pillow fort until you got a sense it was nearly complete. It was then you wandered away to get your lights along with an outlet and extension cord. When you returned, Donnie’s attention must have been split because he had wig pins in hand. You gave a rueful look at them and he merely brushed you off. Taking your wire, he dipped under the sheet awning and you watched as the fabric of the ceiling of the fort pinch as he pinned the garland in place.

He reappeared and with a flap of his fingers urged you to step back. You obeyed and, with a tilt of his head, the other lights turned off. It meant the only source was now the waning glow coming from the window and the warm yellow tints oozing out from under the fort.

“Come in.” He took a step back and straightened as if he were a maître d'.

“Thank you.” You appeared as a gracious guest and used a bow to duck under the swing of fabric overhanging the entrance. Inside, though you had helped with construction, had a totally different feel than what you remembered. From the base you’d built up, he’d covered it more in what now appeared to be a cozy nest of pillows and blankets. Smoothing out your pants as if they were fine attire, you got to your knees and crawled in. You then fluffed your selected pillow before flopping down like a disarmed rabbit.

Through your lids, the warm tones shone with comfort as you felt the press to the futon as Donnie crept beside you. He was careful not to jostle you despite his size and after quite a bit of adjusting fabrics, he eventually settled in on his back. Finally cracking your eyes open, you found him staring up with a reflection of the garland dancing in his pupils. It was enough for you to want a taste so you flipped over. Eyes widening, you found that he had not only strung the lights up, but there were little crystals pinned to the surface that threw the light into glittering prisms. Mesmerized, you wiggled down further into the comforter. Side by side with your arms just a hair's breadth away from touching, you felt a gentle tug in your chest. Allowing it to take you, the many grievances were drawn away by the tides of high quality cotton. The drain tugged at your lids and softened your cheeks. Feeling very much like you were the manifestation of a decompression, you turned your head until your temple met Donnie’s shoulder.

“This is amazing, Don.”

He made a little hum.

It was just distant enough that you finally tore your gaze away from the stars above. Next to you Donnie was the picture of serene and there was something about it that made you sit up. His placid features weren’t disrupted sharply, but a wrinkle formed. You made quick work of leaning over him to grab a loose sheet. You then pulled it across his body and got to your knees to tuck him in. With curved fingertips, you buried all the edges around him until a mummy-like shape of his body appeared coated appropriately in Egyptian cotton.

Out of the corner of your eye you could tell he wasn’t sure how to feel about it as you fell back unceremoniously into your divot. There you threw some excess comforter over your body before resuming your star gazing. One of the star lights hung a little lower than its brethren and you watched the near imperceptible shake of it. It took some focusing of your gaze, but you eventually caught how it swayed side to side as opposed to making a circle. There, a rhythmic pattern drummed up like the tick of a clock.

Leaning into the hypnotic nature, you felt your body free of the comforter first. The texture didn’t drag across your body, but simply evaporated. Torso loose, none of the cold you imagined came with it. Instead you counted the stars and found they seemingly had no limit. Vaguely remembering the garland was only a few feet long, you abandoned wondering how that was possible. It was there with your hands dangling by your sides that you felt them fall further. They dangled far past your butt which indicated you were floating. In a blink, the void around you was dark, but no fear came. The garland now stretched fully across the expanse, leaving only the long stretch of ground where it met at some horizon that you would never reach.

You smiled, free.

In a blink, the yellow centered glow returned and you realized you had fallen asleep. Body sluggish and comforter cozy, you sat up in a daze. Your mouth felt thick and the pangs in your temples spoke to dehydration. Wondering about the salt content of the pasta, you stared through the hole in the pillow fort and found it was much darker in the apartment. Wondering how long it’d been since the sun had gone down, you were ready to chug a glass of water, take a steaming hot shower, and go to bed. Turning to add your favorite component to the mix found Donnie still the rod straight mummy you’d left him. The only indicative change was that his face was utterly slack with unencumbered sleep.

This time the blossoming in your chest wasn’t a quick flicker, but a slow unfurl that stuck around to suck up the sun’s rays. Cheeks bursting with a smile, you made careful work of crawling up beside him. There you pressed a kiss to his temple and found him utterly unmoved by the process. Giving a silent and airy chuckle, you climbed out of the fort and went for that glass. Water went down smoothly and you found the time not too unmanageable for still making it to work tomorrow without the added misery of lost sleep. Passing by for one more check that your boyfriend was still knocked out, you let him rest and went for that shower.

It washed away latent soreness and you came out feeling renewed though, frustratingly, more awake. Trying to shrug the exhilaration off, you rounded lazily to find Donnie still wrapped up. Wondering if you should leave him like that, you squatted down to think. He looked so cozy that it seemed like a shame to disturb him. A selfish part of your brain complained about sleeping alone, but you rallied against it until the thought threw its hands up in defeat. Satisfied with your mental victory, you debated joining him. It hadn’t been uncomfortable, but you preferred the luxury of the bed. Frowning, it was then you realized that by the fort’s design, said structure was now bare.

You didn’t need to, but you rose up to overlook the pillow fort and found the mattress in nothing but its cover sat on the other side of the apartment. Pressing your lips together in irritation, that cinched your decision. Dropping back down, you tried to be as gentle as possible. “Hey, Don…?”

Silence chased you and you sort of wished he would snore because that would at least be funny.

“Don-don…” You teased, wondering if the sillier nickname would reach him.

He was really unconscious.

“Don-bon.” You spoke a little more forcefully and reached out to tap his plastron.

With a little roll of his upper lip, his head turned away.

“Dearest Donnie.” You gave a mocking coo.

He gave a gravely sound of protest.

“Let’s go to bed, hm?”

He whined and rolled over.

“Donnie!”

“Go…” He managed around a swollen tongue.

“You have all the sheets!”

He gave a grunt that you took as ‘do what you want.’

Frowning deeply, you glanced around and weren’t even sure where the fitted one was stuck into the fort. The top sheet was clearly acting as the roof, but that wouldn’t be enough with late winter clinging to the city. Turning back to Donnie found him seemingly asleep once again. “Fine, you can stay.”

He made no noise and with an extension of your neck, you found he had really drifted back off.

“I’m taking this though.” You grabbed the edge of the comforter and pulled.

He made an annoyed noise and his legs passed you as it pulled up to his body. It made him look like a pale purple pill bug and you stood, changing grip. It was there you planted your feet and yanked. In his new position, he was heavy but easy to manipulate which rolled him over. It took a rotation and a half to get him off the comforter and you stumbled backwards as it came free. Keeping yourself from falling, you recovered just in time for Donnie’s body to come back to a stationary position whilst bumping against the couch. Your heart plummeted as the sheer size of him was enough to rock the pillar which wobbled a little too much.

Heart clenched and trapped, it careened back and forth in a way that suggested it was going to stop. You released a little breath and then, as if someone had shoved it, it suddenly gave out and fell in Donnie’s direction.

“No! Don!!”

You couldn’t make it in time and scrambled over to the fallen sofa. Throwing back fabric, you found it had landed on its front face and, with a wash of relief that had you sinking back on your haunches, you noted it hadn’t squished your boyfriend at all. Instead, his nose was near the arm and the rest of his body was still curled up, now under the safe cocoon of the couch’s back.

“You scared me…” You huffed.

“’m fine…” He got out sleepily.

The sudden pump of adrenaline left you exhausted and you blew out a long sigh.

That wasn’t how you wanted to tire yourself out, but in a gross cosmic way it worked.

“You’re really want to sleep there?”

He only hummed an agreement.

“It’s not nesting season.” You chided, getting to your feet. “We should get a canopy bed or something if you like it so much.”

He didn’t respond and you smiled at how hopelessly cute he was. Setting the comforter aside, you tucked what was left of the pillow fort back into place so he was sequestered away. Soon satisfied you buried him deep enough, you gathered up the comforter and headed to bed. You dropped the ball of fabric down and were lamenting the loss of your pillow when you heard his voice.

Stepping away from the mattress, there was quiet and you craned your neck to hear. “Huh?”

He stunted out a single syllable.

You rolled your eyes back to the bed. “I can’t hear you, Don. I’m going to bed.”

“Sorry.” He raised his voice though it seemed to come with great difficulty.

“Don’t be.” You called back, laying out the comforter and folding it so you could sleep on it like a sleeping bag. It was big enough that you could turn down the top and make it into a supportive headrest.

Another phrase came and this one you had no clues for.

“Night!” You chanced a response, before tucking yourself in. It took some shuffling, but you eventually settled into a comfortable position. “Hey, Don?”

You heard a heavy sound of acknowledgment.

“Feel safe?”

There was a lengthy pause that begged you to drift off. Lids only showing a slit of the room, you fended sleep just in case. It was nearing the losing end of your battle when he finally spoke up.

“Yes.” There was a clarity there that said he’d roused for your question alone. “Missing one thing.”

Your cheeks dusted as even without a single clue you knew just who he was talking about. Sinking a little deeper into the comforter, you pulled your hands to your chest. “Canopy bed.” You repeated with conviction.

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lokiina · 2 months ago

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Man, shout out to my power ally store manager????

I had a hot garbage start to my day. Like full dumpster fire mood from the get go. Still sick, had a trash sleep... then I guess my brain decided to bonk me with like everything hate about myself in one go. A+ brain thank you for that. 🙃

More under the cut for anyone curious enough I suppose.

So I had a lil meltdown on my own. Got it out of my system, or ya know... thought I did. I decided to go to my shift anyway. Ready to win an Oscar for my masking performance, ya know?

And there's nothing like some more major inconveniences to really open up the door for meltdown number 2.

Bus 1, re routed to stop on a different street due to construction. Okay, no problem, just a bit more of a walk. Go to where the signs tell me. Queue the bus going down the normal route instead and missing me entirely.

Oh.

Okay, parents live near by maybe they can come get me and get me to work on time. Parents are at the other end of the city.

Oh.

Okay there's another bus maybe I can get to it in tiiii- it drives away before I can get there.

Oh.

Queue frustrated meltdown number 2. 🙃 at this point I'm like 🤏 close to saying fuck it and going back home. Crawling into bed and calling it a day.

But. I call work, tell them I'm gonna be probably late.

Manage to finally find another bus. But at this point I'm one "how are you?" From another just complete crack. So I'm hiding in the warehouse to get my shit together enough to be on the floor.

Store Manager finds me and can always see right through me when no one else can wtf. I swear it's a super power??? Or it's cuz she's a mom. I dunno.

But she asked if I needed to talk so we just kinda went to her office for a while and fam lemme tell you. I was not expecting a hype life encouragement with like properly pursuing specific transition steps talk at work? But here we are. She has a non binary kid btw so she's no stranger to like convos that go into queer topics that tend to be odd for most people.

I might have a lot of shit to talk about the company as a whole, but I gotta say the people I directly work with are pretty fuckin solid. I think that's why I've stayed as long as I have.

Anyway I survived. Go me I guess. 🙃

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perfectlywingedpost · 5 months ago

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allthebrazilianpolitics · 4 months ago

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digital-forge-blog · 2 years ago

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submalevolentgrace · 2 years ago

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i think i just had the most comically chaotic childbirth happen in the sims 3...?

my household is two fairy sisters (one pregnant by her own clone who is now dead, it's complicated), one future robot, and a cat. based on vibes of time i figured the birth would happen in the next day or two, so everybody's at home; mum-to-be is relaxing, the robot's cooking her favourite meal, sister is doing some cleaning, cat is sleeping.

suddenly the childbirth starts! oh how exciting! everyone in the house rushes to have their little panic animations, and amusingly, the cat decides this is the best time to play chase with the soon-to-be-aunt, but because they're all clustered around each other in a cramped room there's not enough space, so the mother currently in the active process of sim-child-birthing pauses her labour panic animation to do a little calm backwards sidestep animation to give the cat some space to play chaseys, and also just then her phone starts to ring, but i can't interact with her to ignore it because she's busy about to have a baby teleport out of her!

i'm having a little chuckle at this when the alarm starts. what alarm? the fire alarm of course! the robot interrupted her cooking process to fuss over the labour starting, and left food on the stove, still cooking, which has now caught fire. all three sims spin a bit awkwardly as they can't seem to decide what to freak out over more, active childbirth at home or fire! eventually they decide fire, and rush to the kitchen to panic. i manage to get the not-in-labour sister and robot to attempt extinguishing the fire, while the other sister panics and the cat wanders off to sharpen its claws on the cat tree outside. most realistic simulation ever.

i'm thinking this is the funniest shit ever i've had happen organically already, when everything grids to a halt. that phonecall that my nearly-not-pregnant-anymore sim had been ignoring was apparently an important enough opportunity that instead of missing the call, the game interrupts everything mid-labour and mid-kitchen-fire to say that the janitorial robots at city hall have stopped working and it would be really great if she would just drop whatever thing she's doing and come to city hall right now to fix them! mid birth. mid fire.

i reject this because i don't even want to know what the behaviour scripting system would do if i didn't, and also: fire and childbirth. let the mayor unclog their own toilets. just as the game unpauses, the comically busty townie firefighter generated and summoned by the fire alarm bursts through the door, and another of the game's many systems kick in: both the firefighter and my probably currently crowning sim get a cluster of hearts over their heads, a sexy little musical queue plays, and the game announces that they're clearly very attracted to each other and should potentially "get to know" each other a little better wink wink nudge nudge! notthetime.jpg

thankfully the three not-currently-generating-a-baby sims manage to get the fire put out, the firefighter admonishes us for not being more careful while cooking, and the insurance company says they're giving us $118 to cover the damaged stove. just as the firefighter starts to have a "oh no childbirth!" freakout, the child is actually finally birthed, and with a swirl of obscuring particle effects, the new mother spins around cradling a fully swaddled newborn clone baby in her arms! awww

presumably because the game prioritises traditional relationships, the new mother gains the wish to get married, because at the time of conception she was merely girlfriends with her clone that was generated by magical elixir. however because that clone has since turned into a ghost and then died (and apparently been deleted from the world because she didn't have a household to begin with i think?), the game has decided that the target of marriage for my sim should be... the firefighter lady that she just met for the first time, mid fire, mid childbirth.

i politely right click this wish away, have the other sister ask the firefighter to leave, and the robot start cleaning up the mess of what remains of the kitchen, while new mum sits in a rocking chair cradling her new daughter.

the baby was born with the traits clumsy and neurotic. cat is asleep on the cat tower. new aunt exclaims she's starving because breakfast never finished cooking. final reminder that bills of $3,658 need paying today.

i fucking wish i knew how to screen record the pc games i play

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Top 10 Laravel Development Companies in the USA in 2024

Laravel is a widely-used open-source PHP web framework designed for creating web applications using the model-view-controller (MVC) architectural pattern. It offers developers a structured and expressive syntax, as well as a variety of built-in features and tools to enhance the efficiency and enjoyment of the development process.

Key components of Laravel include:

1. Eloquent ORM (Object-Relational Mapping): Laravel simplifies database interactions by enabling developers to work with database records as objects through a powerful ORM.

2. Routing: Laravel provides a straightforward and expressive method for defining application routes, simplifying the handling of incoming HTTP requests.

3. Middleware: This feature allows for the filtering of HTTP requests entering the application, making it useful for tasks like authentication, logging, and CSRF protection.

4. Artisan CLI (Command Line Interface): Laravel comes with Artisan, a robust command-line tool that offers commands for tasks such as database migrations, seeding, and generating boilerplate code.

5. Database Migrations and Seeding: Laravel's migration system enables version control of the database schema and easy sharing of changes across the team. Seeding allows for populating the database with test data.

6. Queue Management: Laravel's queue system permits deferred or background processing of tasks, which can enhance application performance and responsiveness.

7. Task Scheduling: Laravel provides a convenient way to define scheduled tasks within the application.

What are the reasons to opt for Laravel Web Development?

Laravel makes web development easier, developers more productive, and web applications more secure and scalable, making it one of the most important frameworks in web development.

There are multiple compelling reasons to choose Laravel for web development:

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3. Rapid Development: With built-in templates, ORM (Object-Relational Mapping), and powerful CLI (Command Line Interface) tools, Laravel empowers developers to build web applications quickly and efficiently.

4. Robust Security Measures: Laravel incorporates various security features such as encryption, CSRF (Cross-Site Request Forgery) protection, authentication, and authorization mechanisms.

5. Thriving Community and Ecosystem: Laravel boasts a large and active community of developers who provide extensive documentation, tutorials, and forums for support.

6. Database Management: Laravel's migration system allows developers to manage database schemas effortlessly, enabling version control and easy sharing of database changes across teams. Seeders facilitate the seeding of databases with test data, streamlining the testing and development process.

7. Comprehensive Testing Support: Laravel offers robust testing support, including integration with PHPUnit for writing unit and feature tests. It ensures that applications are thoroughly tested and reliable, reducing the risk of bugs and issues in production.

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Top 10 Laravel Development Companies in the USA in 2024

The Laravel framework is widely utilised by top Laravel development companies. It stands out among other web application development frameworks due to its advanced features and development tools that expedite web development. Therefore, this article aims to provide a list of the top 10 Laravel Development Companies in 2024, assisting you in selecting a suitable Laravel development company in the USA for your project.

IBR Infotech

IBR Infotech excels in providing high-quality Laravel web development services through its team of skilled Laravel developers. Enhance your online visibility with their committed Laravel development team, which is prepared to turn your ideas into reality accurately and effectively. Count on their top-notch services to receive the best as they customise solutions to your business requirements. Being a well-known Laravel Web Development Company IBR infotech is offering the We provide bespoke Laravel solutions to our worldwide customer base in the United States, United Kingdom, Europe, and Australia, ensuring prompt delivery and competitive pricing.

Additional Information-

GoodFirms : 5.0

Avg. hourly rate: $25 — $49 / hr

No. Employee: 10–49

Founded Year : 2014

Verve Systems

Elevate your enterprise with Verve Systems' Laravel development expertise. They craft scalable, user-centric web applications using the powerful Laravel framework. Their solutions enhance consumer experience through intuitive interfaces and ensure security and performance for your business.

Additional Information-

GoodFirms : 5.0

Avg. hourly rate: $25

No. Employee: 50–249

Founded Year : 2009

KrishaWeb

KrishaWeb is a world-class Laravel Development company that offers tailor-made web solutions to our clients. Whether you are stuck up with a website concept or want an AI-integrated application or a fully-fledged enterprise Laravel application, they can help you.

Additional Information-

GoodFirms : 5.0

Avg. hourly rate: $50 - $99/hr

No. Employee: 50 - 249

Founded Year : 2008

Bacancy

Bacancy is a top-rated Laravel Development Company in India, USA, Canada, and Australia. They follow Agile SDLC methodology to build enterprise-grade solutions using the Laravel framework. They use Ajax-enabled widgets, model view controller patterns, and built-in tools to create robust, reliable, and scalable web solutions

Additional Information-

GoodFirms : 4.8

Avg. hourly rate: $25 - $49/hr

No. Employee: 250 - 999

Founded Year : 2011

Elsner

Elsner Technologies is a Laravel development company that has gained a high level of expertise in Laravel, one of the most popular PHP-based frameworks available in the market today. With the help of their Laravel Web Development services, you can expect both professional and highly imaginative web and mobile applications.

Additional Information-

GoodFirms : 5

Avg. hourly rate: < $25/hr

No. Employee: 250 - 999

Founded Year : 2006

Logicspice

Logicspice stands as an expert and professional Laravel web development service provider, catering to enterprises of diverse scales and industries. Leveraging the prowess of Laravel, an open-source PHP framework renowned for its ability to expedite the creation of secure, scalable, and feature-rich web applications.

Additional Information-

GoodFirms : 5

Avg. hourly rate: < $25/hr

No. Employee: 50 - 249

Founded Year : 2006

Sapphire Software Solutions

Sapphire Software Solutions, a leading Laravel development company in the USA, specialises in customised Laravel development, enterprise solutions,.With a reputation for excellence, they deliver top-notch services tailored to meet your unique business needs.

Additional Information-

GoodFirms : 5

Avg. hourly rate: NA

No. Employee: 50 - 249

Founded Year : 2002

iGex Solutions

iGex Solutions offers the World’s Best Laravel Development Services with 14+ years of Industry Experience. They have 10+ Laravel Developer Experts. 100+ Elite Happy Clients from there Services. 100% Client Satisfaction Services with Affordable Laravel Development Cost.

Additional Information-

GoodFirms : 4.7

Avg. hourly rate: < $25/hr

No. Employee: 10 - 49

Founded Year : 2009

Hidden Brains

Hidden Brains is a leading Laravel web development company, building high-performance Laravel applications using the advantage of Laravel's framework features. As a reputed Laravel application development company, they believe your web application should accomplish the goals and can stay ahead of the rest.

Additional Information-

GoodFirms : 4.9

Avg. hourly rate: < $25/hr

No. Employee: 250 - 999

Founded Year : 2003

Matellio

At Matellio, They offer a wide range of custom Laravel web development services to meet the unique needs of their global clientele. There expert Laravel developers have extensive experience creating robust, reliable, and feature-rich applications

Additional Information-

GoodFirms : 4.8

Avg. hourly rate: $50 - $99/hr

No. Employee: 50 - 249

Founded Year : 2014

What advantages does Laravel offer for your web application development?

Laravel, a popular PHP framework, offers several advantages for web application development:

Elegant Syntax

Modular Packaging

MVC Architecture Support

Database Migration System

Blade Templating Engine

Authentication and Authorization

Artisan Console

Testing Support

Community and Documentation

Conclusion:

I hope you found the information provided in the article to be enlightening and that it offered valuable insights into the top Laravel development companies.

These reputable Laravel development companies have a proven track record of creating customised solutions for various sectors, meeting client requirements with precision.

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Before finalising your choice of a Laravel web development partner, it is essential to request a detailed cost estimate and carefully examine their portfolio of past work.

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