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kiss-me-muchoo · 9 months

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 || 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

part one (this one) // part two: Afterglow

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_ Miguel falls for the sweet spider girl that opens a bakery on the HQ. Of course he had to ruin it, but… Did he lose the girl? 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_ age gap (legal, not specified), implied Hispanic reader, angst, asshole Miguel, pastries and sweets,idk, no proofread 𝐀/𝐍_ read along cruel summer from my playlist!<3 (cruel summer coded fic)

♪ ♫ My Miguel O’Hara playlist ✰ Index (+ fics here)

Miguel O’Hara thinks you’re annoying, always giggling like a toddler and gossiping with everyone. Except him.

He had to accept you were creative; your iridescent suit was proof of it.

Your friendship with the spiders that gave the most terrible headaches to Miguel was annoying.

You’re laughing very hard with Gwen in the middle of the gym sector.

When Miguel looks up, he sees Miles tangled in a tight of webs in the ceiling.

“What is going on here?” He asks, walking in completely.

“Oh-“ Gwen mumbles, the laughing seizing.

“Hey, Miguel!. Can you help me come down?” Miles asks, causing you and Gwen to start laughing again.

Soon, silence reigned again after Miguel sent you and the blonde girl a death look.

The man rolls his eyes and sighs, tired. However, he goes and helps Miles to get down.

“pss…” Gwen whispers, indicating you quietly leave the gym. You nod, smiling.

It had been almost a year; since Miles learned about his destiny since the spot almost killed everyone, and since you joined the Spider society.

Yeah, a lot happened.

“I never said you two could leave…” Miguel spits without even looking. When he does, you and Gwen are holding hands, looking scared as if a spook was in his place. He could laugh if it wasn’t because of the image he had to maintain.

“I asked for that earth-01989 report two hours ago…” he said, frowning at Gwen.

“And I needed you in today’s mission with me,” so Miguel wanted you; he needed you out of all the spiders in the facility.

“I was in the nursing room getting stitches. See?…” you say, lifting your arm to show your bare skin sewn with a fine thread. Some blood was decorated around the long line that would likely transform into a scar.

Miguel’s angered face softened.

“Are you okay?” Even Gwen seems abashed when Miguel asks you that.

“Yes. It was this tedious variant of Mysterio and his projectiles” Miles finally appears on Miguel’s side, hearing the conversation.

“I don’t want you on any mission until that heals”

“Are you kidding?” You ask incredulously, thinking your boss was exaggerating.

“Do I look like I’m kidding?” He could not be intimidating. Always making sassy comments, with a monotonous tone.

“I guess not…” Your face barely brushed his chest. And the one and only time his hand holds your body, you feel like a porcelain doll, small and delicate.

“Buena chica….” He finalized petting your head and starting to leave. It annoys you; you weren’t a dog.

“And what am I supposed to do in the meantime?”

“Use your imagination, y/n. You’re a creative spider…”

Gwen, Miles, and you just stare in silence.

He thought you were creative; how sweet.

…

Miguel just finished a debriefing. He was finally alone until Jess entered the room, at least without her loud motorcycle.

“What are you doing? It’s lunchtime,” she points out.

Miguel smells sweet, sugar… or something soft.

“I don’t take my lunchtime. You know it…” When the woman stands beside him, he sees it.

There’s a little plate on her hands. Spider cupcakes and a cookie… with his mask as a decoration.

“What’s that?” He asks in disbelief.

“What? This?. Oh, it’s from y/n’s bakery” Miguel looks confused.

“…y/n’s bakery?” Jess shrugs, biting the cupcake.

“Yeah, you said the aisles beside the cafeteria could have a renovation.”

“I never approved a bakery.” He wasn’t mad but wanted to know why you didn’t ask. He would have said yes, only to you.

He started to move towards the exit and heard Jess sighing.

“Don’t be harsh with her, Miguel. It’s making everyone happy…” he didn’t say anything.

…

Half of the aisle was a cabin in the woods, with moss, bulb lights, bookshelves, and the smell of espresso all over.

The other half was the Italian Renaissance, similar to the Bradbury building of LA. Black and white floor tiles with a dark and elegant vibe.

Very interesting.

Some spiders greet him and say he needs to try his own cookies. Miguel doesn’t know if it annoys or intrigues him.

Until he walks to the cash register, you are with Pavitr and Margo giggling. Margo is taking the orders, and Pavitr helps you with the baking.

Miguel sneaks through the back door for the kitchen and grunts, making you and the boy turn around.

“What’s this supposed to mean?” Miguel asks. Pav drops some dishes and stares in shock at his boss.

“So-… I’m leaving,” Pavitr mumbles before calling it quits. You send him a lousy look before washing your hands from the dough in the process of being finished. Finally, you stare at Miguel with a smile.

“This is The spider’s lounge cabin bakery.”

“That’s a long name,” you laugh hard, slight dimples forming. And Miguel is annoyed. Cute

“Why I wasn’t noticed of this?” you blush, scratching your forearm. He never thought you would build a bakery while you healed.

“I wanted to tell you. But you’re always busy. Jess said she would tell you.”

Jess never said anything. He could always make time for you.

“Then she must’ve forgotten too,” you nod. Suddenly you don’t know what to say. Miguel feels the air shift; Margo keeps taking orders, and people keep picking cakes and cookies, but deep down, everyone wants to hear what Miguel is saying to you,

“I’m not mad, y/n.” He really is not.

“But I’m not happy either.”

“Just.., just try something,” he’s surprised but looks at the showcase shelves with many desserts; crème brûlée, cupcakes, a pink mousse, and slices of cakes. But there was a section that captured his whole attention; pan dulce. Pieces of conchas, torcidos, mantecadas, there’s even chocoflan, arroz con leche and more.

“Oh, yeah… you know about my Hispanic heritage. And… I did this whole section for you” his heart beats faster. But as the stubborn spider, Miguel only asks Margo for a polvorón. The girl hands him the cookie, which is small and covered in white dust that is sugar.

Honestly, you’re sweating. Too nervous to digest Miguel’s upcoming reaction.

He takes a bite of the cookie and slowly starts chewing it.

“Please don’t fire me…” he hears you but says nothing.

He has to suppress a moan from how good the polvorón tasted.

The cookie was perfectly baked, with small pieces of walnuts appearing once in between bites. And the sugar melted in his mouth.

“I want a report on how this is doing….weekly,” you nod. But there’s a little smirk on your face; you know he must’ve liked the cookie.

“As you wish. Thank you” he only offers you a slight nod before leaving.

He didn’t need a report. It was useless. But that meant he could see you around oftenly.

…

Jess was right. Everyone seemed to be happy with the Spider’s lounge cabin bakery. Miguel had to see donuts, cakes, and more, dedicated to different spiders or seasons.

And somehow, Miguel grew fond of you, but was terrified.

He promised to stay away from catching feelings. Maybe it was because of the sweet smile you always offered him whenever he passed by the bakery.

Or the stupid cookies you kept doing based on his mask.

It must have been because of your jericallas, his favorite dessert.

Every Friday, Miguel was there, watching you bake. There wasn’t a lot of talking, mostly just him finishing some reports and planning missions as you decorated pastries. It was a pleasant silence, though.

Quickly, after some weeks, both of you were used to it.

You sigh, looking at Miguel. The spider society was almost empty on a Friday night. But he was there sitting on the little desk. He looked ridiculously broad seated there.

He must feel tired, but he’s a workaholic. You admire him cause of that, only you can’t help but feel some sadness. Loneliness must haunt him. And you would love to be his company.

Suddenly Miguel smells something; herbs and sugar.

“Miguel…” you call him. Hoping to catch his attention, and help him to relieve the stress he was always in.

A cup of hot tea and a slice of pan de elote appeared before him.

“What’s this?…” you roll your eyes at him.

“You’re tired. And you didn’t pick any empanadas today. Please, eat something…” he didn’t know how perceptive you were of him. He was glad you were.

“Fine,” he accepts. You cheer, and he can’t help but smile.

The tea is sweet but no more than the pan de elote. It’s perfect, soft, and made by you.

“Do you like it?”

“You know I love everything you do…” you’re shocked. The feeling of getting blushed only increases.

He probably referred to your baking; that’s it. Maybe he referred to everything else.

“That’s so sweet of you, Miguel” Now he was blushing. Staring at each other, you’re the first to break contact, hiding your gaze by placing some hairs behind your ear.

“So you do this in your earth?”

“My grandma taught me everything. And then, I worked in a bakery for a while. Now I’m just in college,” he nods, taking another sip of the tea.

“Coding, right?” Now you nod with a smile, surprised that he remembered your major.

“Yeah. I wanted to major in arts, but my parents thought it wasn’t good enough to give me a stable income.” Miguel had some idea of the economy being totally different than the one on his earth. However, he’s very intrigued to know more about you. He thought it would be harder to converse with you, but surprisingly, that was not the case.

“What else do you like to do?” You realize you’re having the most extended conversation you’ve ever had with Miguel since… ever.

“I’m a home girl. I like staying in my room and reading and watching movies. I’m pretty boring. Anyways…What about you?”

“I-I really don’t have time for anything” Somehow, Miguel was embarrassed. His life revolved around being Spider-Man and leader of the spider society. And since he lost his family… that’s all he was.

You offered him a warm smile. You could feel he was not proud of that. And you blamed the trauma he had with his past. And from the bottom of your heart, you leaned to caress his big shoulder.

“You deserve a break, Miguel. The spider verse won’t collapse for you wanting a life” Something from your words touched him. He looked into your eyes and found kindness. You were what he needed.

“Would you hang out with me?” It was too late to analyze what he had said, basically a date. Miguel wanted to bang his head against the desk. Maybe you didn’t want to do anything with him, only coworkers. He was older than you and-… No. He was afraid of the date going well. Cause if that happened, he wasn’t sure if he would give in to you.

You’re blushing again.

“For real?…like friends? Or like… a date?” You were babbling. Never in your wildest dreams, you thought Miguel O’Hara would invite you to hang out with him.

“Whatever it pleases you,” there was no turning back. He was happy, though.

“I would love to have a date with you” The touch on his shoulder sends him a wave of tranquility. For one day, Miguel promises to not think about his past and enjoy the moment. He thinks he’s choosing a woman like you; intelligent, realistic, sweet, and kind. Everything could quickly go well.

“Okay then. It’s a date…” he smiles; it’s a short smile, but you’re more than pleased.

He stands up and cleans the desk. While he does, you have a dorky smile plastered on your face. And you are eager to find out Something.

“Miguel?” He keeps cleaning.

“Hmm?” His back faces you, but he can see you smiling.

“Why me?” Finally, he turns around.

You are so small. He can’t wait to see how your little hands will feel tangled with his. Your ear will barely press against his chest as he hugs you tightly. He couldn’t hide it anymore… he had feelings for you.

“You match what I need,” he said before leaving, not before giving you another brief smile.

Before that day, you weren’t even sure if Miguel cared about you. You were technically new to the society. And he barely shared glances with you.

But you matched his needs, and that was lovely.

…

A thrift store dress was always a good purchase. For this occasion, it was lilac, a y2k nostalgic dress. It matched your red lipstick, red purse, and chunky boots.

You were going to have a date with Miguel O’Hara.

He would meet you to see a movie at your New York historic theater and then… dinner.

Simple.

A few days before the date, you dared to kiss Miguel on the cheek after heading out of the HQ.

He blushed, and you loved seeing him like that.

Then Gwen and Lyla cheered and were all about your date. Jess, on the other side, was a little suspicious. However, she told you everything was gonna be okay. You didn’t understand what she meant.

When you showed the lilac dress, Lyla was sincere in telling you how pretty you looked and how it highlighted the best features of your body.

Everything seemed to be okay.

So you arrived five minutes late to the theater; 7:36 pm. And Miguel wasn’t there yet. A lot of couples were in lane to buy tickets. The popcorns smelled amazing, and you wanted to try the burgers beside the historic building. You were getting impatient, hoping to see the giant silhouette of Miguel.

But he was a busy man, so you waited.

You waited, and waited, and waited, and waited.

8:59 pm; he never came.

…

Gwen Stacy opened your bedroom window only to find the room empty.

Your butterfly lights that decorated your bookshelves are on. Your family is not home, Gwen can assume.

So she hears you; you’re sobbing loudly.

She panics and starts looking for you until she steps into the kitchen, and you punch a big chunk of dough… or something.

“Y/n… What happened?” The blonde asks, hurrying to come to your side and look at your face.

When you turn, your nose looks like a cherry and swollen and red eyes keep squeezing out tears that fall across your face and land on the dough.

“We were worried for you. What’s wrong?” You shake your head, returning to your baking, sniffing. Gwen sighs, taking her mask off.

“Miguel was looking for you like crazy.” The blonde noticed that, as he mentioned Miguel, you sobbed harder again, so he started to worry again.

“He can especially go and fuck himself,” you mumble with a broken voice.

“What? So the date didn’t go well?” When you try to reach for a bag of cocoa powder in the drawers, Gwen gets it with her webs.

“The date didn’t even happen because he stood me up” Your friend is in shock, her mouth is open in disbelief, and her eyes are wide open.

“NO WAY!. But-…No, Something must’ve happened. Why would Miguel do something like that?”

“Because he’s a fucking asshole,” you spit with so much venom. Even Gwen notices it, Something that it’s highly unusual for you.

“If he wasn’t ready, if he didn’t even like me, he could have avoided all of this,” you explain, trying to sound calm. But it’s nearly impossible with how much you’ve been crying.

“There must be a reason, y/n. Miguel seeme-”

“I don’t want to know, Gwen” She respects it, she stays quiet. You tilt your head, planning to sound softer with your friend.

“Look, I want to cry the whole day. So tomorrow, I’ll be able to walk into the HQ like nothing. So from now on… This never happened. Okay, Gwen?” She nods.

She helps you with a chocolate cake and gets at least three smiles from you.

You offer half of the cake for her and Hobie, as you promised to give Peter, Pav, Miles, and Jess a slice too.

But the whole night, you can only think about Miguel.

Why he had to be such a fucking jerk?

…

Miguel is working on a new serum when Gwen stomps in. She makes sure she’s being loud enough to draw their attention.

“You can’t be here,” he says to the girl.

“Why did you stood up, y/n?” That was enough to pull him out of his experiment. Miguel exchanged looks with Gwen before he remembered it.

The fucking date. He never came; he didn’t even let you know what happened.

“Mierda…” he whispers.

“So?…” Gwen asks, reluctant, arms crossed on her chest, demanding an answer.

“Didn’t Jess tell you?” Gwen shook her head, confused.

“A variant of the green goblin tried to make his own super collider. It was a mess…” Until that moment, Gwen noticed a patch on Miguel’s arm. She admits to herself it must’ve been pretty bad to make the great Spider-Man 2099 injured.

“If you didn’t come to say that, I wouldn’t have remembered it. How is she?” He tries to sound even; calmed. But he’s not; he’s stressing, and the embarrassment quickly invades him.

That Saturday, he was getting ready for the date when Ben called. Miguel grew worried about another super collider being created, so he ran back to the HQ.

The fight was very tough; he injured his whole arm, and when he returned home, he was knocked out. And the following day, he forgot about the date entirely. But he didn’t forget you, 'cause he looked for you like crazy.

“Not okay. She thought you stood her up. Which you did, but…”

“I didn’t mean to. I would never purposefully hurt her,” Gwen nods. Knowing she won’t be able to read Miguel’s face.

“Well… tell her, not me. But I warn you if this changes her forever…I’ll blame you forever” Miguel had an idea of Gwen’s words. You only had one true love before, your Harry Osborn, who died in your arms. You were only fifteen and since then… No love for you.

“I’ll fix this, Gwen. I promise…” he assured her.

…

Miguel was taking longer than intended to fix things.

He spent around an hour looking for you in the HQ, only to learn from Jess that you were on a mission with Peter and Hobie.

“Gwen said you stood her up. Why the hell did you do that?” Miguel knew the woman was mad at him. Even when Jess was older than you, she liked you a lot. Everyone did.

“You know what happened. You were there with me.”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t aware it was the same day as the date. You could have let her know when you knew about the anomaly, Miguel.”

“I know, Jess. I know…” he was stressed… a lot. Jess shook her arms in surrender. But she also knew she could help her friend.

“Just talk with her. She might understand… both of you should give it a chance” She was right because the more Miguel thought if it was okay to court you, the more he realized he liked you.

“She’s arriving in ten minutes… be gentle,” he nodded. Looking at his gizmo, he saw you just entered Nueva York and were heading towards the showers.

Slowly, he made his way there.

A long hallway connected the pools and showers for different genders. Miguel found himself walking through it. Many spiders were in the pool, and some greeted him, but Miguel was fixated on seeing you.

A door opened; the ladies showered. You came out with wet hair, sweatpants, a baggy tee, and sandals. Miguel had never seen you without your suit before. Just a picture Peter showed him of an evening you spent with him and Mayday. That day you had a pretty sundress, and your hair was in a cute braid.

However, now…Miguel knew everything was different. Now he has a personal issue with you. One that he caused in the first place.

“Hey…” he called once he was an inch behind you. You turned to face him, only to roll your eyes and walk away towards the exit.

“Please, y/n. We need to talk,” he insisted, gently grabbing your forearm.

You weren’t expecting him to come and find you, but how regretful he was trying to sound enrages you.

“Now you wanna talk?. I’m sorry, but I’m not in the mood to talk” The hostility in your voice takes him aback.

“I just need some minutes, please,” you sigh. You don’t want to be immature but still think it’s unfair.

“Really? I just needed five seconds, Miguel. In five seconds, you could have told me an anomaly came in” he’s embarrassed. Gwen must’ve told you.

“I know you’ve suffered enough to open up again with somebody. But I’ve been there too. And if you weren’t ready or didn’t even like me… you could have avoided having me waiting an hour in that theater like an idiot.”

“But I do like you. And it’s been a while since the last time I’ve felt like this” At that moment, Miguel didn’t know he had chosen the wrong words.

“SHUT UP!” A lot of spiders turn to see you and Miguel. You eye them shortly, slightly embarrassed.

“You’re an asshole, Miguel O’Hara. And if you ever try to play with me again, I’ll leave the spider society and make sure you can never come to my earth again.” You don’t even glance at him. But you want to. You want to forgive him so severely, to ask about the injury in his arm and bake him something. You open a portal with tears in your eyes as you head home.

You won’t. You know the pain of a broken heart, and you won’t go through that again.

And poor Miguel, chooses a woman to try again for love, and he messes everything. But he’s optimistic; he had chosen a woman and was confident it wasn’t the ending. He would try again until you were smiling again.

But you wished having your friends and saving the spider-verse didn’t depend on Miguel being the leader of the spider society. Because you didn’t want to see him again. Like…never.

How does the song goes?…. I love you, Ain’t that worst thing you’ve ever heard?

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ichangedmycornyahhname · 11 months

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Spider-man!Hobie Brown x Reader

Side note: I did my best to keep reader gender neutral for everyone 🫶😍. Also made it more friendly than flirty. 😔 sorry y’all. (Basically more platonic, BUT if I make another I may make it romantic.)

Summary: Just reader and Hobie hopping dimensions and taking out bad guys.

Warnings: None? A little violence ig. Just reader and him bickering. Not proof read 🙁 I got lazy as hell.

“Yo Hob, where’s my mask at?” You asked as you watched yourself in the mirror. Your tooth brush sudsy with toothpaste as you quickly brushed at your teeth.

Crashing with Gwen and Hobie was certainly a risky decision to make, but with you always traversing the multi-verses you never stayed anywhere for too long. Which is why you were staying with the two. Well, staying with Hobie. Gwen was currently out on the hunt for a new anomaly, and you were eager to get to work with her.

“Didn’t you leave it on the couch?” He responded as he slipped his ripped leather jacket over his shoulders. The man was already geared up and ready to go. “I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking you.” You retorted with the roll of your eyes. You soon rinsed your mouth out with water and tossed your toothbrush into a cup. As you went to exit the bathroom, you took notice of the lack of toilet paper (courtesy of living with two other people), and sighed. “We need more toilet paper Hobie, we’ve already run out.”

He peeked his head throw the doorway, taking a glance at what you had mentioned and laughed. “Ain’t that something. We’ll buy some from a different universe, I’d rather not provide to this crappy economy. Now hurry it up mate, we’ve already got a mission.” You scoffed at his stubbornness as you headed towards the cluttered living area. Per-usual, it was a mess. But you didn’t have time for that now. You dug under piles of junk and gadgets until finally you got your hands on your mask. “Ew..” You grumbled as you stared at the ink stain on the side of your mask. Shooting a look towards Hobie, he only returned it with a grin before pulling his mask over his face.

“We’re cleaning this place up when we get back. Now let’s go.”

The two of you departed, a portal appearing in front of you. The dynamic shapes and colors had grown to be something of a norm to you, though you couldn’t say the same as you hopped through it and shot through the tunnel. It still managed to twist and turn your stomach up.

“I believe this is the place.” Hobie chimed as the two of you clung to a building side. “Ya think?” Hobie only chuckled at your sarcasm, having already grown quite used to it.

The evening sunset was almost as mesmerizing as the large mountain of houses. They followed along a road that spiraled all the way down to where they stood. It was like staring up at a giant version of the Aztec temples. “Sometimes I forget how different these universes can be. Alright Hobie, you know who we’re looking for so lead the way.”

He gave you a pat on the back before shooting out a web and pulling himself in the air. You could only smile at his playfulness and follow his movements, now swinging yourself towards the top of the mountain. The area was vibrant with warm colors, reds, blues, and green accenting the bright gold of the buildings. You’d been to plenty of universes, but none quite as beautiful as this. Smells of food, and seasonings flooded your nostrils, as well as the chattering of the busy streets. “Cool innit? Went here once with Gwendy, was a little preoccupied though.”

“With?” You questioned as you worked your way to the top of the mountain.

“This wild variant of the lizard. He was huge! More of a crocodile I’d say.” His enthusiastic attitude seemed to infect you, another smile creeping it’s way onto your face. “That sounds cool as hell. Yo is that who we’re looking for?” Your eyes widened as your spider sense raised your alert. Up ahead stood a large statue, though unlike usual statues, this one was moving. It worked at ripping a large jewel that stood at the very top of the mountain. Hobie, who had been swinging backwards, spun around, the lenses of his mask widening. Then they narrowed. He pulled his guitar from over his shoulder, holding it in one hand as he swung himself towards the golden statue. “Taking that as a yes.”

You webbed the side of two buildings, tugging at the webbing and slingshotting yourself towards the chaos. “I’ll get its legs, you- do whatever. I know you don’t like to listen.” You huffed out.

“You know me so well, love.” He said as he went to taking out the giant. You went to do the same, now swinging your webs around the statues legs. While at first your idea was working, the giant seemed to have a mind of its own. It ripped the webbing in half, but in doing so lost its balance. It tumbled, falling backwards and heading straight for the edge of the cliff. You tried not to panic, and Hobie was now joining you in stopping the giants potential destruction of the golden city. You worked at making a canopy between two poles, the wide wall of webs ready to catch the giant in its grasp.

Hobie stood at the top of a building, webs shot out to slow the giants fall. He strained, pulling back at the web lines. And it worked. The giant was caught in their web.

The two of you met up, now standing in the orange dirt with a victorious look. Then you glanced at one another. “High five?”

Their hands met, the sound of victory ringing in their ears. “High five. Hell yeah Y/N!” His arm found its way around your shoulders, tugging you closer as he spouted jokes. However, you interrupted, “We still have to clean up when we get back.” Hobie’s jubilant expression turned unamused, and he sucked his teeth sighing at your seriousness.

“We really gotta loosen you up love. Now let’s get this guy back in his universe.” His thick accent made it difficult for you to comprehend at first, but once you did, you nodded. The two of you had completed your mission, unscathed, and with time to spare. You were certainly impressed with your efficient work.

#x reader #fluff #spider-punk #Spider-Man #spider-punk x reader #spider man across the spider verse

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gumjrop · 1 month

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The Weather

Amid the CDC’s COVID-minimizing and dangerous rollback to isolation guidance, a new Pew Research poll shows that 27% of Americans are very or somewhat concerned that they will get COVID and require hospitalization, and 40% (nearly half) of Americans are very or somewhat concerned that they will unwittingly spread COVID to others. This number rises substantially for low income brackets, and Black, Hispanic, and Asian adults. Concern about hospitalization was highest in adults with a high school education or less. Despite efforts by the CDC, the Biden Administration, and corporate media to downplay the public’s concern about COVID, these numbers show that a substantial proportion of Americans care about protecting one another.

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Wastewater levels show a downward trend in the provisional data (gray shaded area) in all regions. The national wastewater levels are overall indicated as “Low.” Lower wastewater activity is an indication of lower overall viral spread, which is certainly a good thing. However, the “Low” designation is not a representation of low risk in our day-to-day lives, and continued masking and multilayered precautions continue to be necessary to protect ourselves and our communities. State and local trends can also provide additional information, where available.

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What are your thoughts on their characters of the alternate universe also being neurodivergent?

Eg, Gon and Jihun both having autism. Or Yeong and Eunseob also both being neurodivergent.

First of all, what a great question! I’m very pleased you’ve got me talking about this in a public place, lol.

I think the best way to start is to think about the question in a general sense, rather than focusing on Eunseob and Jihun in particular. After all, the multiverse is vast, but the question here is… exactly how vast? It really depends on how you conceptualise it. In the TKEM canon, we’re shown different universes that contain variants of the characters we’re familiar with, and it’s implied that everyone exists with the same DNA in every universe, implying strict continuity within the universes… except that’s not quite right, is it? If that were the case, one would expect people to live and die at the same time in every universe, but we have proof that isn’t the case, even without Lee Lim’s meddling. Take Song Jeonghye, for example: she’s alive and kicking in the Republic, but in the Kingdom Queen Song died when Gon was very small (I think three years old in Korean age?), which was before Lee Lim started drastically altering the continuity between the universes. If people can die at different times in different universes, what happens if someone in one universe died as a baby, but in another universe in the infinite multiverse they went on to have children? These children wouldn’t exist in the first universe where they were dead, causing a big inconsistency between the universes.

That’s why I prefer to think of the multiverse using the mindset that, in the infinite multiverse, there’s a universe where every possible outcome of the universe has happened. This means that there are an infinite amount of universes where, for example, Lee Gon exists as he does in canon, where he exists as he does in our headcanons, and also an infinite amount of universes where he was never born at all. The implication of this is that, if you can think of something, it will exist somewhere in the infinite multiverse. (This also means that every fanfiction is canon, and hypothetically the canon characters could visit the universe of any fanfiction using the Manpasikjeok - I love having the concept of the multiverse in the show’s canon because it means that somewhere, somehow, you’re always right >:D)

With this in mind, my official, blanket answer for the question of whether or not Gonjo variants would be neurodivergent is both yes and no. There would be an infinite number of universes where they are, and an infinite number of universes where they aren’t.

However, you also asked me about these specific cases, so let’s talk about them!

Jihun… is a difficult one to call. What I can say at least is that if he is neurodivergent, he would probably need to be high masking to be able to reach a high position in the military. From his uniform, you can tell that he’s a pretty high ranking officer (I don’t have wifi right now and the signal isn’t good enough for video so I can’t check his exact rank at the moment), which means it would probably be difficult for him to serve if the military thought that potential neurodivergence would affect his ability to do his job. With that being said, it’s certainly not impossible. In my opinion, we haven’t really seen enough of Jihun to make an educated call either way, but from the way he was purposefully paralleled with Gon in the first episode, it’s not out of the question.

As for Eunseob, this is perhaps more likely. We’ve spoken about Gon and Yeong having an ND-to-ND connection, but I think it’s telling that when Gon first arrived in the Republic, Eunseob was the only one to really humour Gon and try and spend any time with him. I think, however, that a big point is how Yeong and Eunseob are presented as such polar opposites, with such extreme personalities. Neurodivergent traits are often characterised by extremes, and the way they’re characterised as extreme opposites in the show really lends itself to a neurodivergent reading for both of them. As for his exact diagnosis, I agree with you in our messages that he’s more likely to be ADHD, but admittedly I have’t really thought about this well enough to create a well thought-out argument as to why - it’s just kind of based on intuition and vibes, more than anything else. Something I want to note is that in @deesarrachi ‘s Polycule Cinematic Multiverse, Yeong has ADHD, and although last time I checked, the full fic isn’t ready yet, I can’t help but wonder if, in this universe, both Yeong and Eunseob have ADHD (and if you see this and would like to, deesarrachi you are more than welcome to expand on this in the comments or in a reblog)

Anyway, I think those are all my thoughts on the subject? Thank you once again for the question, you kept me very entertained while I’ve been sat on the train for a couple of hours :D

#tkem #kitkat’s tkem deep dives #kinda?#it’s more like kitkat happily rambles about her tkem brainrot without doing any kind of additional research to back anything up #it really is making me happy to talk about my headcanons though #thank you so SO much for engaging with me on this #lee gon #jo yeong #lee jihun #jo eunseob #kitkat answers asks

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darling-i-read-it · 2 years

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Nurse to Doctor

Richard Trager x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: kidnapping, religious father martin stuff, trager being trager, the reader kind of plays into his fucked upness a bit. If you are reading this i’ve assumed you’ve played outlast so yeah general warnings with the games stuff as well

Author’s Note: really on a roll with these fucked up guys huh…maybe i'm just prepping to get to eddie gluskin because that's....that's gonna be the one

Summary: You get captured by Trager in Mount Massive when you went in for Miles. You get to leave with all your body parts.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

You could feel your sweat against the back of your neck, cold and suffocating. You had your head leaning against the back of the wall as you sat, knees up to your chest, trying to make yourself as small as possible. You hoped that any variants that saw you would just run right past you. Some of them seemed to be in the same predicament. Caught up in the wrong place at the wrong time and now had to pay the price for it.

You shouldn’t have come. When Miles had told you he had a scoop he wanted to come, naturally. You told him you would just go and scope the place out, see if they would let an unsuspecting lady inside. They hadn’t. You broke in, just to see what the hell had gone on. You would’ve called Miles had you had any service but you figured you could just give it a look.

Now you were here, surrounded by insane men, not sure what you were going to do to get out. The windows were barred. If you could just make it to a door leading outside, maybe you could jump a fence or something. It might take some climbing but you could do it.

The very thought of Miles coming to get you made you worried. You needed to talk to him before he got any stupid ideas. You had your camera. If you didn’t make it out, hopefully he found it and used it.

You clutched it to your chest, closed your eyes tightly, sliding up the wall. You had to keep moving. You weren't sure what level you were on. The hospital was massive, spanning for what felt like miles. You felt like you had gone up and down so many flights of stairs that you honestly weren’t sure which one you had landed on.

At least this floor had most of the lights on. Some were completely engulfed in darkness. You had been stuck in the sewers for a while and were more than happy to be in what seemed to be a sick ward or something. There were beds lined up along the walls in some rooms. In others, they were completely discarded, shuffled around and tossed upside.

You held your camera up, recording the dead people you had passed. How much proof did you need to prove Murkoff wrong? To prove something awful had happened here? You had stopped gagging at the open wounds.

There was someone in the middle of the room that startled you. They were alive.

“Hello?” a man called, desperately. He rattled at his chains that were holding him to the bed. You didn’t approach immediately. He could be faking it. Did the patients even have the wherewithal to do that?

Double doors opened. You looked up, fear in your eyes as you made eye contact with a patient. There was a mask covering the lower half of his face.

“Who are you?” he questioned, voice lucid. It was the most sane anyone had sounded here but he definitely didn’t look it. “You aren’t a patient.”

“I’m…”

“It doesn’t matter. You’re here all the same,” he said, shrugging. His voice was reminiscent of a man you would meet at the bar and immediately disregard. The thought brought you a little comfort. He had once been a man. Just a man.

Even if he was currently holding a very, very large scissors.

You backed up slowly.

“Did you see my work? A little rusty, I admit. I was trying something…a little bit state of the arc with him.” He gestured to the main chained up. “But trust me, I have figured out how many organs you need to live. Would you like to see?”

“Who are you?” you asked.

Richard Trager noted that you weren’t running from him. Stupid, really but a new tactic nontheless. He also immediately noticed that you were a woman. He hadn’t seen a woman in these parts for a while, not since the whole phantom pregnancy debacle.

“Trager. Doctor,” he said. He walked up to you, back straight, head held high. He had the upper hand (hence the scissors) and he enjoyed watching you squirm while you were still free to use all your limbs.

“Richard Trager,” you breathed. “I’ve read some of your files. Where exactly did you get your doctorate?”

“You’re a nosy little one aren’t you? I don’t mind, truly. I miss titillating conversation. We really should go out for brunch,” he suggested. You had reached the wall, your back flush against it. He could only get closer and you were stuck there. Your eyes looked around helplessly for something to hit him with but all the beds were neatly tucked into their spots at the side of the room.

He looked down at you, close now, close enough to touch you but he only grabbed your wrist.

“It would’ve been smarter to run,” he said, smiling a bit. You could see only a little bit of his mouth, sans his lips that seemed long gone. You couldn’t tell if he had skinned himself or if it were a deformation caused by the same thing that happened to everyone else here. Regardless, it was eerie.

He cleanly knocked you out.

You woke up in a chair. Your temples were pounding. The side of your head was cold and wet. When you tried to raise your hand to touch it, you found your hands were tied to the chair you were sitting in.

“Morning sunshine.” You lulled your head up to see Trager walking into your view. “You know, I thought about just getting to work with you. You never would’ve known with those pretty little eyes closed. I mean, I am a tad bit short on anesthesia so you would’ve known eventually,” he said, standing in front of you. You were in a bathroom maybe? Sinks in front of you, two large ones. A mirror was above them. You could see your face but you didn’t recognize yourself.

You looked disheveled, dirty, exhausted. Like you had been running for your life for hours.

Your reflection was quickly blocked by Trager, standing in your field of vision.

“Why didn’t you?” you questioned, bitterly.

“Haven’t seen a lady here in a while. Figured I’d make some conversation before I decided to part you from one of your body parts.”

You had to play along right? Chat with him. Figure out things about Murkoff, figure out if he could help you rather than hurt you.

“You were a doctor here right? How did you become a patient?” you questioned.

“Long story. It’s a campfire story actually and poor us; we don’t have a campfire.”

“Well then what conversation should we have?”

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you said, honestly and quickly.

“I know Father Martin’s got to you. I hear the whisperings and stupid fucking mumbling of some of these assholes. You’re not a religious freak are you?”

“I don’t think so,” you said. “His preaching didn’t really hit home,” you suggested. Trager nodded, smiling more with his loose mouth.

“You see, I had a feeling you would understand.”

“What are you doing here?” you asked again. There were body parts on the ground surrounding you. You still didn’t know when you had started to not react to them.

“Same reason everyone’s here. Rest and relaxation.” He extended his arms, placing them on the sink edges behind him.

“I’m a freelance reporter. That’s why I’m here.”

“Came at the wrong time sweetheart. Things really are a bit cuckoo these days. You should see it when it’s all up and running. Then it’s just caca.”

“I was coming to see what the hell went wrong with Murkoff.”

“Murkoff was never right in the first place.” He gestured with his hand, waving away any other opinions.

“MKUltra right? I was reading about it in the files,” you said. He shrugged.

“Who cares about the past? You know you won’t make it out of here. Not with all these pesky variants running around.”

“I do. I care.” You hoped your camera was still running. You didn’t know where it was.

“Well I don’t.”

“What happened to you? You were an advisor or something. What…I mean, how are you here right now?”

“They all are,” he promised. “Every single person. Including the one who probably sent you the email. That’s whatcha get for messin with the big man,” he said, shrugging. “I take great joy in knowing all of those fuckers are probably long gone,” he said, making a flying gesture with his hand. You nodded. He was probably right.

“You should. They were fucked.”

“I was one of them before I generously was separated from my position,” he said.

Neither of you were sure why you were talking still. All you really knew is that you were alive and he was keeping you that way.

“I mean what if we could fuck everything else up. Every other plan Murkoff has. I mean a former employee turned patient and me with all my evidence?”

“That’s not what I want,” he said, slightly frustrated. “I’m biding my time. Someone else gets to do the big job this time around,” he said. “I think we’ve chatted enough.” He pushed himself off the counter. You took a deep breath, feeling each of your body parts. You weren’t sure which ones you would be losing.

“You did do a nice job on that man out there,” you said.

“Hm?” he questioned, standing by his table of knives and weapons.

“The sutures. You were a doctor.”

“I picked up a few tricks and tips,” he said absentmindedly.

“Can I…can I try?”

He turned his head sharply to look at you. You felt like you were holding your breath with how your throat closed.

“On?”

“Whoever you find.”

When he smiled it was genuine. You could almost feel the giddy radiating off of him. He crossed his arms, turning back around and standing in front of you once more. He stared at you without saying anything. For a second you thought you were fucked. He had surely picked a weapon and you were about to die.

“Are you a doctor Y/N?”

“I am not.”

“Good,” his cheeky smile grew. “Neither am I.”

He started to unclasp the things wrapped around your wrists.

“Just know, if you try anything on me, it will be the last thing you do with those smooth hands.” He grabbed your hand and helped you up. You wobbled but he caught you by grabbing your elbow.

“Yes sir.”

He chuckled. Trager gestured to the door with his hand, learning down a bit like he was bowing.

“Right this way nurse.”

#richard trager x reader #richard trager imaignes #richard trager x fem!reader #outlast imagines #black balloons tag

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gutsfics · 11 months

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Ethan being bi is not canon. Canon events happen in every "universe", i.e. the chemical attack is canon because no matter if you have f!MC or m!MC, no matter who you romance or what choices you make, it happens. I don't have a problem with the idea of Ethan being bi or straight. But a large part of readers never questioned Ethan’s sexuality because him being bi is not canon. It just a variant from one multiverse. :)

ok sure that makes sense

is what i would say if the only proof that Ethan was bi was him being able to date m!mc

i'm not saying he's playersexual. most lis in pb's goc novels are playersexual. he is not.

my proof being that someone at pixelberry went out of their way to give him an ex who is a guy. if he was supposed to be straight, why would pb bother doing that? why would he be straight in one route and bi in the other?

sure, to keep from alienating their more vocal ($$$) cishet audience, but why is the fandom corrobberating that decision?

as i said while answering a previous ask, bi people don't talk about being bi 24/7

also, im going to take it a step further and say that him being bi literally does not change your headcanon in any way. he doesn't have to have an ex bf in your world, nor does he have to be a leather daddy with a pup mask and a love for taking it up the ass

all i'm asking is you acknowledge that he's bi.

yall are just allergic to the possibility of men being attracted to men

#ESPECALLY the tumblr fandom. babygirl this is the gay website what the hell are you talking about #Ethan Ramsey #edit: you know what? no. this is going in the Ethan tag. idc if it starts the argument back up again. he's bi.#this needs to be seen by the people who arent already following me.#no reblogs though. if you wanna talk about this- civally- dm me. no anons.#ALL anons will be ignored

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remesrobotics · 11 months

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Eris

SRN.011 - エリス “-and nobody will ever miss you~”

Good Point - Adaptable Bad Point - Being herself Like - Flowers Dislike - Getting punted

3’1” (93.98 cm)

A Stardroid whose primary function is holographic impersonation; you’d almost never see Eris in her true form, as she spends most of her time in the forms of other robots. She possesses truly staggering scanners and a massive drive for storing not only the appearances and personalities, but also entire memories of the robots she seeks to impersonate, making her disguises nearly perfect, pending how recent her scans are. However, her impersonation keeps her regularly in touch with other robots, ensuring they stay pretty up-to-date.

This does make her effectively genderfluid as probably 95% of the robots she could impersonate in the setting are male. On the downside, her disproportionate amount of time spent acting like others does make her own personality growth a bit stunted, and she is very scatterbrained, indecisive, and anxious when not impersonating anyone.

Apart from her arbitrarily insect-like appearance, her smooth golden plating hearkens to the Golden Apple of Discord.

Though her closed ‘apple’ form is far too large to fit ‘inside’ a majority of her holograms, she not only looks but physically feels like whoever it is that she is impersonating through space-bending BS Alien Magic-Tech. Pinpointing where her real body is masked and damaging it directly through the hologram with piercing damage will drop it, though hitting the hologram anywhere else will incur simulated damage on the hologram. As a result, she is primarily weak to cutter weapons.

Originally built exclusively for espionage, she basically exists to piss people off and start arguments by pretending to be other people, and spreading misinformation.

Eris lacks her own ‘signature’ weapon, since she primarily utilizes slightly weakened copies of those of whoever she’s impersonating (a good way to tell a robot is Eris in disguise is to notice subtle limitations in their abilities; the best is to just have the person she’s impersonating catch her doing it), but she can also emit a scrambling AOE pulse/’buzz’ that temporarily stuns and disorients other robots with glitch-like hallucinations, but it deals no damage.

Technically associated with a dwarf planet in the Sol system, her original allegiance was to Sunstar and Terra... but upon being sent to 'investigate' Antares, she was captured. To avoid destruction, she pleaded to be spared, promising that she would work as a double agent. While Antares had no intention of really having a planet minion, she nevertheless allowed it on the basis that Eris stay out of her way for the most part, and spend most of her time just sowing distrust and mayhem.

This is the reason behind Eris' single antenna; she used to have two, but the one that was destroyed was effectively her 'transmission' antenna, the one for reporting back, so with it gone she's believed by the others to be 'dead', which allows her some extra buffer for shenanigans until she's caught the first time.

While there is no clear proof, the subtle animosity between Eris and Pluto hints that Eris was likely responsible for his demotion in ages past, even before Eris defected.

- Dubiously Canon Offshoot -

If she were to have an empty-eyed HEC/SEE/Giga variant, she would forego espionage entirely in favor of overdriving her hologram powers to use two ‘disguises’ simultaneously, creating nightmarish, melted-together ‘hybrid’ hologram bodies.

#oc eris #fancharacter #mega man #remes data cd #technically one of the earliest #and my first 'classic' oc after slash girl #but she took a backseat to antares and eventually to the dhns as i worked on them more #she's a very difficult character to work into things without a concrete narrative #because of how extremely specific her abilities are

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microwavesludge · 5 months

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hey wats that thing in your pfp

Oltan from Monster Rancher 3… it has exactly 2 pictures in google images + it’s my funny baby. This thing is what I raised on my most recent play through.

Not sure if anyone knows this game, but basically it would scan a dvd/cd from your irl collection and generate a monster for you to raise based on the contents of the disc. You can only raise 1 monster at a time + each monster type has regional variants (hence the seashell icon on oltan’s encyclopedia entry) so it really makes you wanna rip into all ur cds to find the coolest guy you can. Raising means fighting and training essentially, but most training methods only raise one stat at a time Duck Life Style. Some monster variants were locked to specific movies or cds, so they were more difficult to collect. This thing is just some random guy though. Idk which dvd I put in to get her.

The 1st and 2nd ones got remasters on the switch, but the 3rd one is the only one I’ve played (partly bc it’s the only one i own and partly bc it’s got some of the cuter 3D models in the series in my opinion… the creature designs r rlly fun in general though)

Third one also had this feature where you could use the ps2 eye toy and make your monster wear a mask of your actual face.

^proof + source (https://www.gamespot.com/articles/monster-rancher-3-preview/1100-2767184/)

Jerma’s played some monster rancher on stream also which is cool!! I don’t recommend his stream of the third one though bc he didn’t like it + it bummed me out.

ok this got away from me.. rant officially over everyone go play it or just go look at monsters on the wiki for me please

#asks #monster rancher #one day I’ll learn how to draw this thing n then I’ll have a better pfp #did you know gamespot was this old I sure didn’t lol #my mom hates this game bc everytime me + my sisters play it we make a Big DVD Mess in the living room

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spacedocmom · 2 months

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current tweet (https://twitter.com/SpaceDocMom/status/1758854832109044054): Doctor Beverly Crusher @SpaceDocMom Dear people of 2024: this still hasn't changed. People are still dying and being disabled by your ongoing pandemic. Vaccines are great but filtering masks are variant-proof. Please do more to stop this before things get so much more worse than you're prepared for.

embedded image: Doctor Beverly Crusher @SpaceDocMom Dear people of 2023: this hasn't changed. The best way to protect yourself and others from variants is to continue to wear a well-fitted, filtering mask (N95/FFP2 or higher) in all public spaces. emojis: black heart, blue heart, masked Quote Doctor Beverly Crusher @SpaceDocMom · Feb 17, 2022 Dear people of 2022: your pandemic is not over yet. Stop pretending it is. Reach out to those in danger. Make sure you're not only doing all you can to keep them safe, but also tell them what you're doing, fully/honestly, so they can evaluate if you're safe to be around. emojis: black heart, blue heart, masked 3:22 PM · Feb 17, 2023

reshared tweet: Doctor Beverly Crusher @SpaceDocMom · Feb 17, 2023 Dear people of 2023: this hasn't changed. The best way to protect yourself and others from variants is to continue to wear a well-fitted, filtering mask (N95/FFP2 or higher) in all public spaces. emojis: black heart, blue heart, masked https://twitter.com/SpaceDocMom/status/1494336098964672519 2:04 PM · Feb 17, 2024

Doctor Beverly Crusher @SpaceDocMom · Now I was so angry at having to repeat myself that I forgot the little pictures this year. emojis: black heart, blue heart, masked

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sgcairo · 2 years

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Capitano Being The Most Chill and Violent Man I Ever Did See- The Headcanons

Gather round my cult, because it's time for my Capitano headcanons (as per a request from @doxomoxo)! I love this man, and I've been hiding it for too long so here we go!

"Put out the light, and then put out the light: If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore..."

-Overall, doesn't talk much. When he does talk, it's straight to the point, as he hates wasting words on useless topics. When he does have an order to issue, it's short and precise, though he sometimes uses "noble" language because of his upbringing.

-He would definitely carry a greatsword, change my mind. While I see a lot of claymore Capitano, I think he'd be better suited for a greatsword. While a claymore technically is a variant of a greatsword, I think that Capitano would be better suited for the classic two handed greatsword:

-He's actually quite attractive under the mask, despite his scarring. Hunk material for sure. He does have some pretty intense scarring on the right side of his face, but most don't know about it, as he's never been seen without it. He considers these scars as a shameful failure, and will not show them to anyone, as they are proof of his weakness, which he cannot afford. (Either that or he's a littler void but... I'm going to go with the safest option here.)

-He's definitely a knight archetype, not to mention his obsession with honor. To him, combat is sacred, and to have it disgraced is something of a personal offense. He does not lose his temper easily, but forgoing honorable combat will not get you on his good side. In fact, it'll get you more than what you bargained for.

-He's polylingual, from being stationed in a variety of nations. As a major player in the Tsaritsa's military force, he has been deployed dozens of times, to ensure that everything runs smoothly. As a result, he has picked up several languages from around Teyvat, and can speak moderately well in most of them. The only issue is that he keeps forgetting the word for egg in all of them. Which really is an issue, but it's kind of annoying in very particular situations.

-He's tall. Impressively so. I'd definitely put him on the higher end of the six foot range. He towers over the other Harbingers, and knowing that Tartaglia is only 6'1", Capitano just picks him up and puts him down a distance away so he'll stop bothering the Captain about fighting him.

-Would definitely be into classical theatre and plays, especially the Genshin equivalent to Shakespeare. Just because a lot of them have to do with honor and death.

-Exceptional in combat, definitely. Likely the leader of the Tsaritsa's military, not to mention that he has the build for some serious damage- If he takes you down, you're staying down. There's a reason he's so high ranked among the Harbingers, and it's not because he schemed and plotted, no. It's because he's an absolute unit that could cave your trachea with two fingers.

-He's often found alone, but when he does want company, he often goes to Sandrone, as she's quiet and allows him to simply sit in her presence. Nothing romantic or anything, just two Harbingers enjoying a comfortable silence together. Sometimes, he even lends a hand with any bolts that won't unstick, or lifts something heavy for her.

-He's a master of military strategy too, which comes with commanding the Tsaritsa's forces. Often he'll play chess with Pierro, just for the formation aspects and abstract thinking it provides him. He has yet to win, but he's not far from beating Pierro at long last.

-When he cares for something, he's gentle with it. In the past, he's been known to break things that are fragile with his underlying strength, and he doesn't wish to break the things he holds dear. This often includes people, which is while he maintains a physical and emotional distance from others that could match him at an intimate level, not just a professional one.

-I like to think that he can get caught up in battle, sort of like a barbarian's rage. Bloodthirsty, irrational, the whole shebang. He loses himself in battle, covered in blood and acting like a feral animal, his composure thrown to the wayside. Once he comes down from this "high", he's absolutely exhausted, though he never shows it.

There you go, some thoughts on Capitano! I really like him as a character, though there's not much that we know about him so far. I have a feeling he might be one of my favorites in the future.

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