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[rrfinpay]

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[baibhav]

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[evilminji]

You know one of the purposes of Lining?

Shock Absorption.

If the Zone is the Inter- and EXTRA-Dimensional Lining, connecting, containing, and generally powering all of Multiversal Creation? The Great Primordial Soup? The Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust, from which we came and too which we return?

If the Zone itself is basicly the place between Universe, where your soul goes to get washed down, cleaned up, recharged, and sent out to wherever the next random portal takes it? To BECOME whatever you happen to find? An infinte recycler and Multiversal management?

The great metaphorical Yggdrasil, grown far beyond few branches, into an incomprehensible forest of one?

Well!

That kinda changes things! And also nothing! Because it means that those who remain? Are basicly squatting in the DMV's attic. Have built bunkers, under the country's main power generator. They really SHOULD move along. Granted, there is no one to MAKE them... but like...

That's cause no one thought anyone would NEED too?

Lol. Don't they feel silly? Anyway, I'ma put MY house over-! *wander off to go squat in the rafters*

Yeah, the CONCEPTS are native. But those probably just generate naturally. It's all the Souls constantly flowing through. Lots of background Sentience and Memories and such being washed away into the air. But? Then these lil souls were like "yeah, but if THEY get to stay... me too! D:< " "no, you can-" "ME TOO" and then they stopped listening and did what they wanted.

Good thing we have literally infinte amounts of room.

T...there's so MANY, you guys.

But! Not the point here!

*smacks white board* Realities! The Die too sometimes! And get born! A beautiful process, really. You can find Reality Beads if you know When and Where to look, some times. They, OBVIOUSLY, don't last for very long. Since they are basicly just seed universe. The explosive growth takes them almost immediately out of our range of perception, as they Begin.

Foundations of all Life and such.

But good God are they MAGNIFICENT!

However, sometimes? The REVERSE happens. If you find the area of the Zone your in? Is getting... "wavey" is the best way people describe it. Distorted. Fun house mirror. As though your vision has weird wrinkles that are distorting and stretching your view of things? Get Out. FAST.

If it's only SLIGHT? Barely noticeable? You can grab your Lair. IF, and ONLY IF you are NEARBY! If not? Remember. Things can be replaced. YOU? Can not.

Cause that "wavey"-ness? Is the final stage of Realm Entropy. The universe that portion over the Zone is covering and connected too, is all hollowed out. And about to CAVE IN. You DO NOT want to be there when that happens!

Remember! You see "waves"? Fly for three days!

Get to the edge of the affected area then KEEP GOING for a full three days flight. Warn everyone in you path. We stay safe together, guy. Collapses are NO JOKE. People get... well. Let's just say it's NOT a nice way too go.

Knowing this of course? We should all be SAFE right? Respectful if Awed distance from Reality Seeds, run like he'll if "waves"? We Gucci?

.....Sooooorta.

*flips Whiteboard to other side, to reveal a cartoonishly drawn Supervillian labeled "Asshole"*

Behold! A Terrorist!

It's a charged word. Not used lightly. But THESE fuckers? Oh ho ho! THESE fuckers?! "Ooooh~! Look at MEEEEE! I'm gonna play with FORCES I DONT UNDERSTAAAAAAAND! Destabilize my whole funckin UNIVERSE! Kill countless TRILLIONS OF TRILLIONS! Cause life was bad to me personally and I'm mad about it! Wah wah wah!!" ASSHOLES!

These fuckers? Cause Collapses. Blow Outs. Weird Fucked Up Cancerous Real Growths. You ever seen the Cleaners? No? You don't WANT TOO. They are basically eldritch, deep sea, angler fish looking mother fuckers THE SIZE OF SOLAR SYSTEMS. They travel in SCHOOLS.

BIG ONES.

When Realities collapse, they "fall off" as it were. Detach. And have to get recycled. All the countless impurities of Life eaten way to a blank slate. So it too, can start again. Thus the Fish. But! They ALSO eat anything "problematic".

Like tumors. Cancers. Poisoned, Multiversal Threats. Those quote on quote "God Killers".

Yes. Yes this IS part of why you DONT want to be near a Collapsing Reality.

No I WON'T explain how I know.

I DONT WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.

*smack the board with pointer* pay attention.

Jason Todd. Not! An Asshole. Sexy thighs. Fancy lil hair strip. We all miss him. But! He's off living his "no really, I'm totally alive, guys" hot girl summer or whatever. We are going to respect that! But!!! How did that happen? When he was DEFINITELY Hella dead?

Superboy Prime-y Pants. Who IS an ASSHOLE.

Because THAT fucker? PUNCHED HIS REALITY SO HARD IT NEARLY SHATTERED. Oh, no, I'm sorry! He punched SOMEONE ELSE'S reality! Because he is a tantruming MAN CHILD! And NOW? Now, Your Majesty, that WHOLE ASS Reality is more hair line cracks then border walls! One good shove? It'll cave in. Killing every soul inside.

The Cleaners are ALREADY circling.

It needs to be patched. Immediately. But that's not something normal ghosts can DO. The Zone won't LISTEN to us. Nor allocate the energy for it. The Concepts of Healing? We can't even FIND them.

We need help.

Please help them, King Phantom. You're the only one who CAN.

@hdgnj @babbling-babull @hypewinter @ailithnight @mutable-manifestation @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter

[chiharuuu22]

It's Okay, I Love Everything You Made for Me

Caretaker bit her lower lip while looking at the food ingredients that were in front of her now. Oh, come on. Right now they were on the run and hiding from Whumper, so it was normal that they didn't have an adequate food supply.

However, seeing the various canned and instant foods in front of her frankly made Caretaker disappointed with herself. For her and the team, all these foods are no problem, but do these foods have enough nutrition to restore Whumpee's health?

Canned soup, beef jerky, canned fish and meat, cup fruit, instant cup noodles, white bread, crackers, several types of cookies, energy bars, and nuts. At least, they have a very sufficient water supply.

Caretaker sighed as she looked at the nutrition labels on the food one by one. Her fingers tapped, and she began to mix up what she could make. She didn't want to starve Whumpee any longer.

Some time later, Caretaker was seen bringing the results of her concoction into a room. This abandoned building was very dark, so she relied on the moonlight and was very careful in her steps. She saw several team members on guard and greeted each other quietly, trying not to make a sound while indicating she had plenty of food she had just made so they could recharge before returning to guard.

In one of the resting rooms, Whumpee was seen lying on a thin mat with a jacket folded in such a way as a pillow. A thin blanket covered him from neck to feet. Several other team members were seen sleeping and resting.

"Whumpee, wake up for a moment. You have to eat," said Caretaker quietly while shaking Whumpee's body.

Whumpee's tired eyes opened slowly as he tried to focus. "Caretaker? What time is it? How long have I slept?"

"It's almost midnight, and you've had about three hours of sleep since being rescued," Caretaker answered.

Caretaker helped Whumpee sit an lean in the wall and said, "Here, you should eat and replenish your energy. I also brought you painkillers."

Whumpee nodded, and Caretaker fed him slowly, spoonful by spoonful.

"Sorry, it's just porridge from an instant cup of noodles. I couldn't crush it well. I put in the canned meat too. It's hard to do without proper kitchen tools."

Whumpee shook his head, then smiled at Caretaker. "It's okay; I like everything you make for me."

Caretaker flashed a sad smile and said, "Thank you. I hope you recover soon."

[hoiststowline]

west texas wind

protectobots x female!reader originally posted on my ao3 here!

Upon a passing glance, Blades would be the last bot to offer a shred of sympathy to anyone he's known for less than three Earth years, unimpressed that his facade could be torn apart so easily by something so small. Standing beside Hot Spot, as they both had their backs to the trio just across the room, the mech could only cast sparing glances over his shoulder, vying to shake the feeling that there was something wrong just by the look on your face. 

But Groove or Rook have yet to notice; if they have, they've chosen not to announce it. Somewhere in the past cycle, you've ended up on the former's lap, arms resting on the tabletop as he holds his cards in one servo, the other cupping your side to keep balance. Rook appears to be losing, grumbling about luck, and while you toss your head back in laughter now and then, Blades can't help but sneer at how fake it sounded. 

"If you would like to join them, I can finish this myself," It's not a jab, Hot Spot is displaying his sometimes infuriating compassion, never looking up from the computer. He knows better than anyone of his misgivings, especially when it comes to their human charge, always selecting to be the lookout instead of allying in on anything labeled fun. "You appear distracted." 

"What? No." He answers hastily, now putting his full attention back to the screen. "Streetwise said somethin' earlier, m'just...paying attention." 

If Hot Spot is amused by his dance around the subject, he only shows it in a hum of acknowledgment. It's quite obvious he knows something that Blades doesn’t but chooses not to disclose it, pushing a handful more buttons on the keyboard before another map pops up, a promising energon bank not far from their location. 

"y/n, please tell me he's nowhere near a win," Rook gravels, sinking low enough that his chin meets the metal of the table with a soft clank, looking your way with pouty cerulean optics. There were no high stakes, the first round merely over whoever got had to pick up the other patrol shift later, but the bot in question was notorious for betting beyond such low stakes, especially when his win/loss ratio was so lopsided. 

Groove taps your thigh, wordlessly begging you to hush and keep his bluff, but all you offer is the truth with a perplexed reply. "I haven't completely caught on, even if I've seen you guys play this a hundred times. I still don't know what the objective is," You hesitate, squinting at Groove's hand. "And even if I did, I wouldn't tell." 

The white mech at your back laughs, such an action vibrating across your spine. "Atta girl," His thumb fans out his deal, displaying them proudly as if you would understand such markings in another language. 

"You're playing with me next round," Is all Rook says, sitting back with an ex-vent. 

Streetwise and First Aid had been out for a while; the sun had long gone down when they eventually returned, you struggling to keep your exhausted eyes open even after you had switched sides. Rook was just slightly bigger than Groove, just enough that most of your upper body could rest on the metal surface when perched on his lap, almost entirely ignoring his draw of cards. 

The SWAT SUV holds you flush to his chassis, one appendage wrapped around your waist as you lean forward, head against your arms as you fight much-needed sleep. When you brush against his plating, he takes note of your demeanor. "Don't go into recharge now, y/n, I'm about to win." 

"No, you're not," The motorcycle counters, splaying out cards across the board that have more, yet different undecipherable green strokes across their fronts. "I expect that high grade later,"

Rook groans, digit thrumming gently against your side as if to encourage a retort from you, but you propound none. "Son of a glitch." 

"I don't think I'm the good luck charm, Roo," You eventually mumble, turning to the left to catch his gaze. He looks down at your form, catching a glassy look in your eyes just briefly before it is blinked away. "I just think Groove is better at bluffing."

Just as he goes to reason with the both of you, the interior panel that leads out towards the main hallway slinks open. Streetwise and First Aid were chattering amongst themselves, only declaring their presence with Hot Spot's "Welcome back,"

"Is this what you've been doing all rotation?" Streetwise almost looks jealous, some dirt sprayed across his white outer plating as if he drove through splats of mud in his alt-mode. "Some cycle off you two have,"

Focus diverted from the parley, the resident medic takes immediate notice of the body slumped over in Rook's lap, breathing not quite evened out to assume you were sleeping. Your attention was on the far wall as if you hadn't realized the two of them had entered the room, distraction evident. "Is she asleep?" First Aid asks softly, hopeful you'll spin around at the mention of your designation. 

"No?" He replies with confusion that is perceptible. Nudging plush skin twice, they all observe as you lurch, bolting upright as you nearly smack your head on Rook's chin. "My bad, maybe you were," 

"Were what?" You ask, pivoting to the right as you sense a few more attendances than just moments ago. "Hi Streets, Hi First Aid." 

"You look like scrap," Streetwise blurts, to which Groove smacks his arm in retaliation, but a worried expression never leaves his faceplate as he studies your guise. 

"Is that what you were 'paying attention' to, Blades?" Hot Spot rumbles, now gyrating to watch the group from across the room. "That our friend is not up to par?" 

In response, he shrugs a rising bout of brood off his shoulders, typing forcefully on the keyboard as if to hide his apprehension. "Somethin' like that." 

"Are you hurt?" Somewhere, something got lost in translation, and you are now suspended in the air with Groove's servos stuck beneath your arms. First Aid frets, telling him to be forbearing all while taking your temperature, as Streetwise and Rook now argue about how somehow it was all the piker's fault. 

"Would ya put her down?" Blades voice cuts through the room, his gruffness louder than all the arguing and shouting. "None of you are helpin'. Maybe Aid, but that's 'bout it." 

Uneasiness radiates from their leader, but he decides to let the helicopter take point on this immediate problem. While still concerned, it was obvious that your unusual behavior roused something within the typically taciturn bot’s spark, and he's all for letting him sort whatever's got him so worked up. 

You were confident that Blades didn't quite like you, and while that didn't necessarily raise a bothered feeling, it still left the pressing question as to why. His intervention displayed a level of empathy that was unknown to you, the stress slipping free as Groove carefully lowers dangling feet to the floor.  

"I'm fine," Insistent, your head tilts backward to address them all. "Thank you, but-"

”’N that’s a lie,” He points an accusatory digit your way, moving across the floor with a languid pace. “You’ve been off all damn rotation,”

”I knew it!” Streetwise declares, trying to shoo Groove’s servos from where they stayed at your sides, though the motorcycle is adamant that they remain there, hunched over. “y/n, you don’t look sick, you look-“

”Sad,” First Aid finishes, a dejected tone filtering through his words. “You're good at hiding it, but..." 

Your gaze moves to the floor, fingers brushing against the ones circling your upper torso. "I don't wanna talk about it," It seems stupid, wondering why you ever thought you could play keep away with your emotions, but it being Blades that ultimately called you out on it startled you.

"That is perfectly fine." Hot Spot puts a finality to the conversation with the singular time he's interjected. "If you wish to at a later date, we are all here to listen." Three mechs go to dispute his decision, but before they can even open their dentae, he cuts them off with a simple wave of his servo. 

"Understood." You mumble, placidly tugging free from Groove's hold to move across the floor, disappearing down the hallway with trembling arms crossed over your chest. 

"I don't think she should be alone-" Rook watches as the panel slides back over, leaving the six of them in the command center. "How'd you know she was upset? I couldn't tell," He moves his head back toward Blades, a confused look on his face. 

"'M the one payin' attention when you slagheads aren't," He answers curtly, walking in the opposite direction from where you went, headed for the back of the base. "Com me when she comes back." 

The panel slams, more forcefully than it should have. 

"Give it time." Hot Spot ex-vents, now addressing the four. "She will come around, as will he." 

Roughly an hour passes before your hiding spot is uncovered, but the mech that found it wouldn't be who you guessed. Certain Groove and Streetwise were the only two that knew of your inclination to find solace here; you were baffled to find Hot Spot standing just a dozen feet or so back, unmoving. "Do you still wish to be alone?" He asks, concern twinging as you draw in on yourself, wind sweeping flyaways from your forehead. 

"No." You answer but make no move to turn his way. The leader takes it as an opportunity to come to sit beside you, carefully lowering himself to the dirt with one servo, the other resting just shy of your back, not quite making contact. 

"Our company...is overwhelming." Spinning wildly, he won't allow you to protest as he continues, himself still looking off into the horizon. "You needn't argue, I know it to be true. I find them profuse at times, but as much as we crowd, it's all out of disquiet. Blades let his own build up until he could not stand it any longer."

"I would never trade anything for so many friends who care," Your voice wavers, chin resting atop bent knees. "I care about all of you so much, and it feels wrong to trouble you with such small problems." 

Spot's large servo moves to shelter your back, sliding you effortlessly underneath his arm, finding relief when you don't object. "Any of us would disagree with that, it is no trouble. Why hide it? It would certainly feel better to tackle it," 

"I kinda got used to keeping things to myself." A whisper, one that he hears clearly. "It's a habit, one I'm trying to break." You pause, he allowing you the room to continue, but end up taking a hard left. "How'd you find me up here, Spots?" 

He's displeased by the subject change but answers regardless. "I come up here often. I did not realize that you do the same." 

"It's nice, right?" You breathe, leaning into his touch. 

"Very. But please, reconsider your decision." His firm yet gentle hold never relents. "Whenever you are ready, Rook says he will drive you home,"

"I will." Surveying his words, you catch a hitch within them. "Wait. I thought Groove won. Isn't Roo supposed to be on patrol?" You inquire, to which Hot Spot only laughs, a reaction he hardly displays anymore, often saving such a rejoinder for moments like these. 

The leader of the protectobots departs your side after ten more kliks, heading back down to the command center only to pass Blades in the cargo bay. The helicopter looks up when the firetruck stops in the doorway, taking up most of the space efficiently. "She good?" That is all he asks, to which he shakes his helm twice in affirmation. 

"Better, I gather. Perhaps you'd like a word, she's just above us," Is his simple riposte, before continuing down the hallway. Blades considers his options, trying to rationalize either before he throws his servos in the air, heading in the direction from whence Hot Spot came.

You were just about to head back down when the hatch was pushed upwards, the white mech heaving his upper torso up with his servos in the dirt until he spotted you, looking confusedly his way. "Blades?" You venture, more surprised than seeking an answer to your inevitable question.

"How the frag did Spot's get up here?" He says instead, finally freeing himself, but you fear it's his rotors that are getting him caught. "Y'alright?"

"I'm okay," You try, keeping your distance for no real reason. "Thanks. For before, they meant well, but I think I was starting to feel a bit..." Fiddling with cold fingers, you falter to find the right words. 

"Swamped?" He finishes easily. "Yeah. I know the feelin'." Blades now stands above your small form, but decides he never did value looking down at you like this, meticulously dropping to one knee. He understands that Hot Spot will always be better at talking over feelings, the mech much wiser and more benign than all of them combined. He leaves that to the leader, hoping you'd be in better spirits than when he last saw you. 

"I'll admit, I didn't guess it would be you who noticed I was feeling a little out of sorts," You confess, silently grateful he didn't recoil when you took four brave steps forward. "But thank you."

Blades ex-vents, figure slumping considerably. "Listen, 'fore those bolts for brains find us, I don't hate ya, y/n." It's rushed, but for good reason, you presume he can hear the gaggle of voices just below the two of you. "Spot's says yer feelin' better, but if ya wanna talk, 'm here. I observe, 'course I was gonna notice you weren't feelin’ alright." 

"I never thought you hated me," You rock from heel to toe, then repeat the action. "We're good, B. I appreciate you checking on me," 

He goes on to say something more but is promptly cut off by Streetwise slamming the hatch open. "Busted, the both of you." The cop car huffs, optics drifting your way with a worried glare. "Y'okay, sweetspark?"

"All good," Presenting a thumbs up, you smile as Blades renders a scoff.  

"Did you find them?" First Aid calls from below the ladder, and with the door now open, you can hear Groove and Rook shouting in the distance. "I don't think Groove's happy he lost,"

"C'mon," Blades gestures to you first, as you head towards Streetwise's open servos. "If they're gonna fight, might as well watch."

At your more lively attitude, Rook all but scooped you into his arms, hauling you around the base as Groove followed, chasing the SWAT truck unrelenting. Hot Spot had tried to stop it early on, but ultimately gave up, deciding that they all could probably use the time to untie some built-up stress. 

"Be careful," He warns but returns to his work on the main computer. 

"There was no way in the pits that I was losing that game," Rook swears, revealing that he doubled down as Streetwise and First Aid join them, the winner getting to drive you home. 

"That's 'cause you cheated!" Groove growls, swiping dangerously close to the mech's arm. "I'm driving y/n home, cut the slag!" 

You laugh, passing First Aid now for the fourth time, who was cleaning Streetwise up in the medbay. "If you drop her, I'll have to sell you for spare parts," 

"Get him Groove!" Streetwise encourages now, watching with a soft smile as they halt their circling of the room, now headed straight for the command center. 

Rook whizzes past Blades, to which you smile gingerly his way, a short wave accompanying the motion. You could have missed it if you weren't watching so intently, but you caught the soft smile he returned as you passed him by. 

[green-agent]

Fate?

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BREWING LOVE NEXT DOOR (masterlist) chapter 2

Jung Wooyoung x neighbor!oc (Yujin)

Synopsis: because of her mother who loved coffee, Yujin had an unhealthy obsession with caffeine. Feeling down? Coffee. Feeling great? Coffee. Passed a test? Yay coffee. Failed a test? Naur, coffee. Her friends joked about her having more caffeine In her veins than blood.Now, after leaving her hometown and coming to Seoul, she was excited to study in KQ University. Will she die of shock after finding out that the handsome barista was her neighbor? Will she realize why people actually have crushes on baristas? Will she be able to confess?

Genre: fluff, crack, barista au, uni au, neighbors au

warning: slight Seongjoong? Yujin thinks Seonghwa is mother, frat party but labelled as Thanksgiving party, let me know if I missed something.

word count: 1k

note: I'm sorry for all the pov shifts and scene changes 😞 but hey, Chapter 2 is here. The story's just starting!

Nobody's POV

7:30

Yujin was late, not only for her classes but also for the new club she had applied to in University.

Today, the president of the club wanted to introduce the freshmen to the older students. And as a fellow freshman, Yujin was supposed to be early. Something that she most definitely wasn't.

Grabbing her things, she ran out the door. Bag in one hand, she carefully locked the door as she clumsily put her shoes on.

As she sat down in the room, she couldn't help but bite the inside of her cheeks, a habit she had. Right then, A slightly shorter boy, probably a University Junior, spoke up.

“Hello, our fellow university classmates and juniors, I'm Kim Hongjoong, the president of this club. I hope you guys will have a good time here…”

His hair was two toned, half black half white. Pretty cool.

He spoke more about himself and the club, also introducing the new ones to the vice president, Park Seonghwa. Another gorgeous man. Yujin had to resist the urge to say ‘mommy?’ Cus' he felt so…mother

But as Hongjoong carried on about the club, Yujin's eyes caught a beautiful sight. The beautiful sight was sitting across the room.

The barista from the cafe…he was chatting with a guy. Blond haired guy, to be exact…his hair looked like the boy the barista joked with, maybe he was the same person?

Yet, Yujin was regretting the fact that she didn't take a good glance at his name tag. What was his name!?

“Thank you!”

Yujin's new cheerful downstairs neighbor, Shin Ryujin, beamed at her.

When Yujin was about to go upstairs, she noticed that Ryujin was having trouble with putting some boxes up the stairs, so she decided to help. Plus, She hadn't met all of her new neighbors yet, but Ryujin was definitely a good one.

As the two girls were talking, Yujin saw a figure walk up the stairs. No way…

“What happened?”

Ryujin asked, confused as to why Yujin suddenly stopped talking.

Hearing her, Yujin came out of her little confusion. She turned to Ryujin and asked,

“The guy who just walked up, who was he?”

“Oh that? That's Wooyoung, Jung Wooyoung. Why? Did you get a crush on him?”, Ryujin teased.

“...no, I just saw him at the cafe, Refresh and Recharge. Then I also saw him at uni today, in my club meeting. I was just wondering…”

Yujin drifted off, well, only the first word was a lie.

Ryujin nodded, “hmm, yeah. He is a Barista at the cafe. He's also your neighbor”

“huh!?” Yeojin kinda whisper-yelled.

Confused, Ryujin mumbled, playing with her own fingers, “did you not know that or something…”

Yujin's POV

As I sat on my bed, I just did a quick review of everything I found out.

The boy I had a teeny tiny smol little crush on…is not only my clubmate and uni senior…but also my fucking neighbor!? Like a literal next door neighbor.

That's a lot to take in. Should I talk with him? I mean, he's only a doorbell away…

But then again, what would I talk to him about? That hey, bro. Nice to meet you, I think I got a crush on you cuz you're gorgeous. Please don't think I'm weird.

Yeah, he'd definitely think I'm weird. And his gorgeous face tells me he probably already has a girlfriend.

What if it's the other female barista in Refresh and Recharge Cafe? I mean, she was pretty, sounded polite. She seemed very lovable.

But hey! We improved a little bit. I now know his name. Jung Wooyoung, it's cute, if you ask me. Wooyoung.

Nobody's POV

And like that, Yujin spent a whole month going to Refresh and Recharge, trying to focus on her studies. She had to agree, Hongjoong and Seonghwa were a great duo, just one thing, they argued like an old married couple. A sophomore told Yujin that they were a very ‘parents’ typa friends.

She spent a lot of time in the evening, trying to figure out if she should ring her next door neighbor's bell or not.

She always got rejected by her own brain with things like ‘he probably worked very hard today, you should let him rest’ and ‘he’s also a student, he might be studying’.

It wasn't until November.

As her doorbell rang, she quickly fixed her clothes before opening the door. It was another fellow neighbor of hers, Karina.

“Hey Yujin! I wanted to invite you to the Thanksgiving party in my apartment. All of our neighbors are coming so I'd be glad if you came too.” Karina happily suggested.

Yujin had never been to this type of Thanksgiving party yet, so she accepted happily.

“Yeah, I'd love to”

Nobody's POV

I'd love to, my ass.

Now while she actually sat at the party, she realized she had nothing to do.

A cup of orange juice was in her hand as she stared mindlessly at the wall. Randomly playing with her own fingers once in a while.

Even Ryujin was having a fun time with her boyfriend.

After coming to the party, Yujin realized that it wasn't actually the typical thanksgiving party, it was nothing like a thanksgiving party. It was more of a typical university frat party.

Everyone was dancing crazily, some random couple making out in the corner. And Yujin could swear she saw someone drink alcohol in the other corner.

So when a hand tapped on her finger, she kinda freaked out, yelling, “WHAT THE FU-”, and then slapping her own hand on her mouth after seeing who it was.

The barista, the really handsome barista. Her university clubmate, and her neighbor…Jung Wooyoung.

Again, the mole under his eye made her choke on air, it was so…attractive.

He gave a little smile as he sat down in the chair in front of her, still maintaining a comfortable distance.

“If I heard the birdies right, you must be Yujin. Am I right?”

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Hello there! I hope the month has treated you kindly enough. I don't have much questions right now, but there are a few buzzing in my head:

Why did Wukong tell MK at the start of S2 that he was going on a vacation, instead of maybe just saying that he has some unfinished business, maybe a serious one, that needs attending to now that MK can sort of look after himself? Probably to set the tone into something less alarming but I think if he went with that kind of excuse maybe MK wouldn't feel so resentful about his mentor apparently chilling while away. Or rather why not say that he's going to the Celestial realm and that he may not be available for a while because time runs differently between the two realms?

What effects do you think that being imprisoned inside a mountain has on Wukong instead of being trapped under it like in the OG JTTW book? I mean, both are pretty bad but at least the one in the book gives him fresh air and sunlight instead of complete darkness in the isolation.

Do you think that just like the battle that lead to the Havoc in Heaven 2.0 is different in LMK compared to the original book version, the peach thievery and banquet disruption also has a different story to it than the book one?

How's your writing for SWK and The Reaper series going? If you're having a bit of an inspiration fatigue, take your time to recharge. But are we going to see the White Impermanence's successor in that series though. How would the s4 and its specials' events go?

Have a great week, eat your meals regularly and not too late, take your medication if you have any, and eat your fruits and vegetables!

oh dear, oh honey, you’ve done it now :3 the floodgates are open :) hope you don’t regret it

imma have to answer these by short answer to long, so that first one is definitely placed last

anyway,

How's your writing for SWK and The Reaper series going?

tis marinating my good friend! tis on the slow cooker rn and might be for some more days or weeks depending on my uni stuff and motivation levels T^T but yeah, it’s not abandoned (far from it!) just needs some more mental plotting (ESPECIALLY because I added Xié Líng to the story and kind of want them introduced in the upcoming chapter/installment/part(?))

Are we going to see the White Impermanence's successor in that series though?

so yeah, you will see the White Impermanence’s successor soon! their involvement in the story takes place more in what I have in mind for s4 :3 and I don’t remember what I mentioned about them, but Xié Líng is basically Júhua’s only friend in the underworld (not to mention that the two are basically soulmates no thanks to what they have/will inherit). they aren’t that big of a fan of Sun Wukong but tolerate him bc it’s Júhua’s uncle (a label she only ever confessed to Xié Líng). also, hoping they will help me explained Júhua’s magic a bit more since I now have 2 reapers in this verse :)

and for s4…..no, I shan’t say…….more Diyu and Júhua playing sleuth while MK goes through the horrors

Do you think that just like the battle that lead to the Havoc in Heaven 2.0 is different in LMK compared to the original book version, the peach thievery and banquet disruption also has a different story to it than the book one?

I honestly would not be surprised if that was the case. lmk already differentiates a lot from the book with specific details or chapters (Red Son’s chapter/Samadhi Fire lore, the reason behind Guanyin’s vase, how the JTTW crew met Pigsy, how they met Sandy, LBD’s chapter). so, while the feel of the show sticks with that adventure and high stakes and moral dilema that JTTW had, it also is its own piece of work (which you could argue for many JTTW adaptations tbh since there are sO many and many are very different from each other)

anyway, yeah, I have an inkling that the stolen peach story is not exactly book accurate.

What effects do you think that being imprisoned inside a mountain has on Wukong instead of being trapped under it like in the OG JTTW book?

oh ho ho! what a question 👀

I certainly think being trapped inside the 5 Phases Mt has a different impact than being trapped under it. for one, like you mentioned, book!SWK had the “luxury” of being able to see outside and breathe fresh air. lmk!SWK???? he is in the heart of the mountain. he is seeing nothing but rocks (stalactites and stalagmites), he can hear nothing but the drips of cave water, he can breath nothing but stale and dusty air….for 500 years :)

how do you stay sane in such conditions?

spoiler: you don’t!

you cannot stay sane or impassive to being trapped inside a mountain with nothing but rock and golden chains for 500 years!!! we all remember that clip of a freed swk, right?

see that? that’s the look of a monkey who’s just been released from a 500 year prison and is ready to tear the world apart just to feel better :)

so how would one stay some-what lucid in this imprisonment? my guess is the man hallucinated the shit out of it. bored of seeing nothing but rock and more rock and even more rock? how about visualizing that Macky returned after your horrible fight and is apologizing for snapping at you. how about believing that you good pals the Brotherhood and you didn’t fail your war with Heaven! how about thinking that the darkness and loud echos of the cave hold more creatures and demons who heard of your downfall and want to finish the job. how about envisioning being back at FFM, Macky and your monkey subjects are so happy to see you and you were actually never imprisoned! how about believing—

listen to me, listen to me: Wukong’s experience of being held inside the mountain, other than being smushed under it, is more psychologically impactful and I bet this monkey could not sleep well after being freed for centuries. Wukong sleeps with a night light still!

Why did Wukong tell MK at the start of S2 that he was going on a vacation, instead of maybe just saying that he has some unfinished business?

short answer: because he’s an idiot

long answer:

Wukong is very used to solving issues on his own. he is aware that MK is human (maybe) and a mortal (now debatable, but at this point, MK believed that and that’s what’s important). he is aware that MK’s an anxious kid and wants to prove himself but also has great power within him. he is very aware that MK still needs to complete his training and isn’t ready for what Wukong is about to embark on (also who Wukong would potentially fight against with no one being none the wiser to).

and, as I stated prior, Wukong is very used to solving issues on his own. he did it in his time before JTTW and even during JTTW because he was the overpowered stone monkey who was FFM’s trump card and the JTTW savior when situations got rough (barely any of the other companions are able to beat off an opponent without Wukong’s help). thus, Wukong is not someone to ask for help or even allow other to be aware that help is needed because he is not used to asking (he only will if push comes to shove and he is out of ideas, which he wasn’t in s2)

however, I’m sure we’re well aware of SWK’s almost allergic reaction to acknowledging help or admitting that something is most definitely wrong! but imma get that statement out of the way so that when I delve into the question, we all have what I said above in mind :)

now, why tell MK he’s going on vacation? why not give a lie that could be a little closer to the truth?

well, as said before, Wukong has an aversion to admitting when there are things going wrong that only he could recognize and probably worries that hinting to MK that Wukong is off to investigate something would possibly entice the kid to join Wukong or ask the monkey a lot of questions about it he isn’t inclined to answer. also, if Wukong were to say he needed to complete something in the celestial realm that would also bring on more questions he would not know how to respond to

thus, vacation! it’s already established that Wukong retired himself from helping duty by s1. and what do retired people do? go on vacation!!!! they hit the road, take the most tourist heavy sites, go radio silent and relax! therefore, if Wuking were to tell MK he is going on vacation, then MK would not ask him too many questions about where he’s going or ask if he can join! I would not be surprised if that’s Wukong’s thought process. this answer is merely the simplest way for Wukong to subtly get rid of the LBD problem while MK protects the city and learns more about how to hone his powers (it’s not like the kid needed Wukong, the kid’s a fast learner and his powers are growing pretty quickly).

‘course this undermines MK’s insecurities of not being good enough and brings to light his abandonment issues and his low self worth but, uh, yeah

in conclusion: Wukong dun fucked up for saying vacation because he’s an idiot

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Strike! - Chapter 3

Montgomery Gator x F!Reader

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Monty, regrettably, had been right. Your pathetic knot didn’t hold the gauze together for longer than a few minutes.

Perhaps you shouldn’t be so surprised. After all, the animatronics are programmed with extensive first aid protocols for their young charges. If only your good ol’ employers had kept the first aid stations as well-stocked at the bots’ protocols.

Sitting in the sparsely furnished break room, you fiddle with the gauze on your hand, a sad lunch of wilted salad sitting abandoned. A sun-faced clock ticks loudly in the quiet, leering down at you with white, painted eyes.

What had Monty been doing, lurking around the course so late? You were under the impression that during the night, the animatronics were confined to their greenrooms for recharging, at least that was how it’d been a few months ago. Plenty has changed since then, you suppose. Maybe it was some new security protocol that management had “forgotten” to mention to you. It certainly hadn’t been in that stupid pamphlet.

Your phone vibrates against the table and your hand shoots out to grab it, nearly knocking over your water in the process. With bated breath, you navigate to your email, praying to anyone who will listen to the prayers of exhausted employees that someone’s finally seen your qualifications—and then promptly deflate, tossing your phone aside. Just spam.

You glower up at the clock. At the hands creeping by, at the hours you had left before you could get home and take care of your hand properly. “What’re you smiling about?” you mutter up at it.

The door flies open, nearly sending you into cardiac arrest. You hiss in pain as your knee slams against the underside of the table.

“Oh! So, they didn’t fire you?”

You grit your teeth as the very last person you wanted to see sweeps in, a wide smile on his face and a takeout box in his hands. When he sets it on the table, you catch sight of a label of a popular restaurant back in the city. Your stomach churns and your mouth waters, but you refuse to be jealous of Magnus, of all people.

“Nope,” you say, refusing to meet his eye. Not for your lack of trying, asshole.

Magnus is all legs and self-satisfaction. His tight white top is dotted with pastel green triangles and bubblegum pink circles, workout shorts practically painted over his lean thighs. He’d been relocated to Chica’s Mazercise, it seems, and by the smug expression he wears as he takes in your loud button-up, he considers it the superior position. 

“They threw you in the swamp, huh?” He chuckles and begins to unpack his lunch. “It suits you.”

Don’t take the bait, you tell yourself, and start cleaning up the untouched salad. You hope the message is clear, I’d rather starve for the rest of my shift than be in a room with you.

Magnus shovels a forkful of steamed vegetables into his mouth and watches you with a raised brow. “Aww, don’t feel too embarrassed. The shirt’s cute.” On the table, your phone announces itself with another vibration, screen lighting up with a notification.

Heat gathers in your cheeks and you snatch your phone off the table before he can read it. Because you know he fucking would.

“What? Got dirty texts coming in?” He laughs at the idea, giving you a disgusting view of half-chewed sesame noodles.

“Hey, did you finally apply for a new job? Honestly, I’m surprised you didn’t bail the moment they sized down the bowling alley. I mean, I would’ve if I were you. Can’t imagine how hard it’ll be, not being able to spend all your shifts just bowling with the star—”

Annoyance lances through you at the implication, but you keep quiet and toss your trash away. Magnus had a chip on his shoulder for no good reason, showing his true colors not long after he’d been tasked with training you way back when you first started. If there was a silver lining to being transferred, you supposed it would be getting away from him. Rodney wasn’t exactly a step up, but at least he barely spoke to you other than to give you orders.

“Good luck getting that crazy gator to give you special treatment.”

Anger flares in your chest and you round on him, not missing the way his lip quirks in satisfaction. “I never got special treatment—"

BEEP BEEP. You glare at the Fazwatch, at the numbers counting down the minutes to the end of your break.

“You better get going, wouldn’t want to get written up,” Magnus drawls, breaking apart chopsticks. “No Glamrock to cover for you, now.”

You clench your jaw, turn on your heel, and storm out of the break room.

---

You met Bonnie for the first time a week into the job.

If the back hallways and utility tunnels were a mind-boggling maze to someone who’d been traversing them for months, they were an impossible labyrinth to newbies, and especially to newbies with trainers who spoke a mile a minute when telling you how to get to the nearest employee break room.

You’d given up trying to find it at your Fazwatch’s fifteen-minute warning and simply plopped down on the grody concrete floor, gobbling down your sandwich miserably. You hoped you could find your way back to the bowling alley in time.

Heavy thumps preceded the animatronic that rounded the corner, and your heart skipped a beat at the sight. Bonnie!

You’d seen him around the bowling alley, but only from afar. Up close, you couldn’t help but take in every detail of his look. The shiny blue casing, the bright eyes that flashed as they scanned you, the sharp claws meant for shredding bass.

Pizza mascots had come a long way since your childhood, that was for sure.

You’d expected him to keep going, he was obviously on his way somewhere, probably a birthday party or a VIP meeting, avoiding the crowds of the Pizzaplex by lieu of the utility tunnels. It came as a great shock when he stopped in front of you, lifting a grand paw in greeting.

“Well, doesn’t that look appetizing! I mean, it’s no carrot cake, but to each their own, right?”

Bonnie tilted his head at you curiously, awaiting your answer. Instead, you could only fumble around a question of your own in response as you scrambled to your feet.

“Are you, uh, lost?” you asked, then cringed, because of course the animatronic with a computer for a brain wasn’t lost in his own facility.

Bonnie flashed a smile. “Nope! Are you?”

With an embarrassed wince, you nodded. “I was trying to find the break room, but I got pretty turned around. . .”

“I can take you there, if you’d like. However, you’re scheduled to be back from your break in seven minutes, and it’ll take about four to get to the break room!”

“Yup.” You sighed. “That’s why I’m eating here.”

“I can help you find your way back, since you’re a Bonnie Bowler,” he said, punctuating the sentence with a cheeky wink.

“No, no,” you said immediately waving away the suggestion. If there was one rule your manager had hammered into your brain amongst the dozens of others, it was not to interfere with the main animatronics. They were there for the guests, and you were there to make sure the rest of the guests’ needs were met in the meantime. They weren’t paying you to have fun or hold up the stars on their way to make money for the company.

“Really?” For a creature made of metal, he did a fantastic job of expressing disappointment. “Are you sure?”

No. “Yeah. Thanks, though,” you added, dropping your gaze.

“How about directions back to the alley? I even know a shortcut. I’ll tell you if you promise to keep it a secret!”

You’d smiled at him then, amused by his words and his determination to help. You made it back to work with a minute to spare and swore you’d find a way to thank Bonnie when you saw him next.

---

Monty seems to have gone by the time you return, the golf course yours once more. You begin to tap away at your Fazwatch to put in a maintenance request for the bridge, only to stop short as you find a STAFF bot in a hardhat and a yellow vest already at work.

Apart from you, Monty, and whoever the security guard was, there was no one else to have put in the request. You certainly hadn’t. So that left the gator or whoever had an eye in the sky. Unless the security guard was going above and beyond the call of duty, you were sure it was Monty. It was his course, as he’d said.

An uncomfortable thought surfaces. What if he’d mentioned that it was your fault the stupid railing had broken in the first place? He hadn’t seemed to care that much, in all honesty, but he was notoriously unfriendly towards staff members. It didn’t seem like a huge stretch for him to do his job of making sure you received first aid and then reported your ass for carelessness.

It makes your skin crawl with unease, not knowing. As much as you wanted to bail from the ‘plex, you weren’t stupid. Without any income, you’d burn through your meager savings in less than a month. And if that happened, well, you’d have to suck up your pride and call—

You shake your head. There was nothing you could do about it now. Whatever was going to happen would happen. With the high turnover here, you were probably overdue for a firing, if not a write-up.

When Rodney finally reappears, it’s a few minutes before the end of your shift and you’re vacuuming in the gift shop. You stiffen when he approaches you, preparing for the worst, only to receive a heavy clap on the shoulder and a “good work, kid” before he’s gone again. You stare after him, still unsure if he knows about the railing.

The feeling follows you out of the front doors of the Pizzaplex and all the way to the end of the ocean of a parking lot. You slump into the driver’s seat and start the car, eyes drooping. How you manage to make it home without crashing, you’ll never know, but after locking the apartment door behind you, you’re going through the motions, throwing a frozen meal into the oven and tossing your clothes into the washer. When your meal’s eaten and your clothes are tumbling about in the dryer, you shuffle off to bed, eager for a dreamless sleep.

You plug your Fazwatch into its charger and snuggle under the covers, unlocking your phone one more time to check your email, just in case something materialized in the last few hours.

Your breath catches and you shoot up in bed.

There’s just a single new email, and the sender? Fazbear Entertainment’s automatic email. This alone sends a spike of anxiety through your chest, but then your eyes dart down a line and—     

Subject: MISSING: SECURITY REPORT

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do you edit your photos at all?

nope! i shoot on a nikon coolpix 3200 set to -1.7 exposure compensation. sometimes i go up to -1.3 at night, but rarely above that. i underexpose because the nikon is like many digital cameras in that its automatic settings are too bright, but underexposing makes the colors pop. since sometime in 2020 i have been experimenting with setting the white balance to the 'incandescent' preset - this emphasizes the blues and cooler tones in the scene.

i'm glad you asked this, actually, because it gives me an opportunity to talk about why i chose this specific camera.

i come from a background of shooting film - at the time of this writing i have a bag with 216 rolls left to process, shot between 2014ish to 2021. i was attracted to 35mm and 110 film because i was sick of computers and wanted something with that elusive x-quality, a warmth/intimacy that i saw was lacking in the images from my digital camera. i shot a cornucopia of film throughout high school, on a million different point and shoots. (the highlight of my life at that point was when i bought 5 olympus xa's for a dollar each at an estate sale - the deceased was a camera collector & there was a canon room, a nikon room, an olympus room...)

but i look at photography as a diary, and the detail with which i document things was adding up to an overstuffed carpetbag of film to develop. around 2018 i began to wonder if i could exploit the very thing about digital images that i was trying to avoid, the cold, clinical look. i began looking at product photography (the canned food isle in your grocery store is pure unadulterated inspiration if you pay attention to the label designs), kitchen disease and a whooooole lot of the new topographics photographers.

at the same time i was sifting through the local thrift stores searching for the perfect digital camera. i first found a sony dsc-s750 at a pawn shop in 2018, and liked the images it gave back a lot. (different looking results than the coolpix, and 7 megapixels, but equally compelling - i would totally shoot one again) but i wanted something i could run on rechargable aa batteries, and that was a tad less - for lack of a better term - modern. eventually a quick 'test' flash shot of the glass countertop revealed to me my new best friend and constant companion, the nikon coolpix 3200, which i took home for $6. folks, this is from that magical era of ccd digicams when they got everything right. i didn't have a computer for a couple years but i would take my coolpix and a littany of 1 gb sd cards to the local library and dump the .jpgs directly to tumblr/flickr. if you set the exposure compensation to -1.7, you won't need to do any editing. this camera manages to be digital and still cater to the part of me that doesn't want to deal with computers by giving natural looking, soulful colors right out of the gate.

a word of warning to anyone looking to follow in my footsteps: there was a later model coolpix that looks like the 3200 but is 4 megapixels. the noise reduction nikon used in this camera makes the jpgs look wayyyy too soft. if you're looking to get one of these cameras the 3200 is where it's at. it's served me well - i've ran through four of them so far. (it's a very tough camera, but it was also released in march of 2004 and sometimes they develop trouble extending the lens after being sat on, moshed into or otherwise mistreated.) also, be sure to set the quality of the jpgs to the highest setting in the menu and the (gorgeous, borderline 16mm-like) video setting to 640x480.

happy shooting! thanks for your message ~.~

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Monday, June 17th, 2024: Learning about Aberystwyth

Monday, June 17th: The City and it's History

After breakfast, we met up with Marian and Luther to walk around Aberystwyth University's campus. We got to see the political science, psychology, zoology, and fitness buildings. We even got to see a student ran garden (see the bird that was greeting us there). I was overall surprised with how expansive this school was. I didn't expect a small town's college have such a large variety of educational services. All of their options may slowly be convincing Zahir and I to move here and finish our degrees.

Once we stumbled upon the art center, we made our way into their current curation. The current exhibit is labeled "Teulu", or family in English. The name makes complete sense as soon as you step foot into the building. Not only are the pieces on the wall showing moments between family, the room itself has works of art lower to the ground for children to view and multiple interactive pieces. There were sculptures and pieces that allowed the viewer to touch and interact with them. We were told this was so families could feel more comfortable with bringing their children in. The exhibition was organized by destination. In the back right corner, there was an ocean theme. There were photos of bottles dumped into the ocean, as well as paintings of people walking along the beach.

The way this place was curated made the entire space feel welcoming. Although it was catered towards families with young children, a large group of college students sat down and did coloring sheets. It was perfect for all ages and told such a heart-warming story.

Once we were finished at the arts center, we took a bus to the college's old building. We were given a presentation on the history of Aberystwyth and the university. The school wasn't always on the hill, but they faced too many weather issues and the school was expanding too rapidly.

After our lecture, we were allowed to wander for lunch. However, instead of recharging, Brandon and I decided to view the remnants of a castle nearby. It was surprising to see locals act so casually around a literal castle. People were walking their dogs or on the phone when a castle was two feet from them. After looking into it more, I learned that the castle we climbed was built during the first Welsh war during the Edwardian times. There is little left because Oliver Cromwell ordered for it to be destroyed but the pieces left standing were beautiful. The lack of maintenance allowed for flowers and grass to overcome the bricks and although it was a bit of a fall hazard, it was exciting to wander around the old architecture.

During our wandering, we also found a WW2 monument that had not been spoken about in the lecture. Poppies are spread throughout the entire scene as a way to show remembrance for the lives lost during the war.

On our way back to the meeting spot, Brandon and I settled on ice cream over lunch. Once we met back up with the group, we all made our way to the national library. Here we were able to learn about the preservation of the archives. They preserve thousands of documents through temperature and light control. Due to building preservation, they are no longer able to expand and will have to work with what space they currently have to keep all publications. Seeing the restricted areas of the library was fascinating and again it is interesting to see how such a small town holds such large significance in Welsh history.

To end the day, Zahir, Lilly, and I went to the White Horse with a larger group to eat and inevitably lose at pool. We got to watch the sunset at the beach and continue to see the local spots. The day was beautiful and very informative.

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It was a Friday night tradition to meet up at Vexen's. The man was on call on Saturdays and had made that a strict part of his contract with the hospital since having Zexion.

Vexen was not even always there for the parties that took place at his house.

The backyard had a firepit that Lexaeus and Xaldin had built with Xigbar's supervision.

A grill that everyone had chipped in to get as a father's day gift. Lexaeus and Xaldin took turns using it.

They had discussed a pool but neither Vexen nor Zexion were big on swimming and were happier with the grassed space. They did have a hot tub that sat upon a bricked off area. It was a more recent purchase.

A midlife crisis. Except his midlife crisis was supposedly Marluxia.

Larxene often arrived first for no other reason than she could. She worked as a wedding planner and her schedule was chaotic. She showed up with chips and pretzels and more often than not jello shots because she could.

The backyard was set up with various coolers that were labeled Yes Zexion and No Zexion. The joke would probably still stay even after he was twenty-one.

It was a toss up on when Lexaeus would show. It depended on school and parents and traffic. He taught first grade these days and he had never seen the man be more fulfilled. He brought soda and juice boxes.

Xaldin had the bakery open later on Fridays and brought whatever was left over from the day over. It was a smattering of fruit flavored cupcakes and flower shapped cookies. He always went home to change before coming over. He also brought burgers and portobello mushrooms with him.

Xigbar showed up with his charming personality and a cooler with fish in it. No one was going to question how far he drove to go fishing.

Marluxia arrived with fruit salad and an apologetic kiss about it being late. Vexen was not going to bring up the fact that everyone would be there until morning. Instead he took more kisses.

Demyx rolled in with vegetarian hotdogs and a thankful look to both Xaldin and Xigbar for remembering he was pescatarian.

Zexion kept Lexaeus and Xaldin company by the barbecue. He took up the task of sous chef, cutting up vegetables and getting things from the house. There was a concrete table built next to the babaque that filled with food just as quickly as it was taken.

Vexen refused to let anyone that came over go hungry. Even if he constantly forgot to eat.

They stayed outside well past the sun going down. His fence was hung with white icicle string lights that stayed up year round. Let alone a few stand lights and a bugzapper that was background noise.

Food was securely packed away before they headed inside. A mix match of Pyrex and Tupperware and Chinese Food Containers. Most of the food would stay at Vexen's and help get them through the recharge weekend the two introverts would have.

Vexen liked blankets. It also helped that one of Xaldin's various hobbies was crocheting and his other hobby was teaching Lexaeus his hobbies.

His couch still had the small quilt that they made for Zexion when he first joined the family.

His couch was shoved back while the coffee table and various chairs and lamps were moved against the walls. His floor was quick to become a mess of blankets and pillows and soon limbs.

A movie was put on, the flat-screen that Vexen found obnoxious illuminating his living room. It was nice.

Marluxia sat against him on the outer edge. Even after all of these years Vexen still found it hard to relax fully. Marluxia held one of Larxene's hands.

Zexion was always in the middle. Often times bracketed by Lexaeus and Xaldin. Safe.

Demyx felt the need to touch everyone in one way or another. Limbs all over the place as he laid on top of them.

Heads wound up in crotches.

Feet wound up held hostage to stop them from being in faces.

Spots were moved and lost between bathroom breaks.

It was what they all needed.

The morning was met with everyone's alarms at different times.

Demyx did not remember to turn his off or change them the night before and had no less than ten alarms that went auto snooze. Zexion turned his phone off. He knew he had no where to be until 2pm.

Breakfast was less of an adventure than the night but only just so.

Vexen owned this fancy vertical waffle maker that Xigbar found the most fascinating thing ever. It was also one of the few things he was allowed to touch in the kitchen.

It meant that Xigbar turned Vexen's kitchen into a waffle factory between people waking up and leaving because he certainly had no where better to be. He got out whipped cream and peanut butter and syrup and Zexion walked in to him in the pantry trying to find pie filling.

It was a nice morning after a nice night. But he was ready to curl up in his bed until monday.

[rjalker]

[ID: Six images.

The first is a gif from an infomercial, with a watermark of "senorgif.com" in the upper left corner.

The gif shows a person sitting at a table with a plate of spagetti and meatballs in front of them, with the focus on their hand holding a form with a tall, twisted shaft. Rather than manually twisting the fork, the person simply slides their fingers down the twist, causing the fork to rotate, collecting strands of spagetti on the tines as it does so.

The gif zooms out momentarily to show the person sitting at the table, then restarts from the beginning.

The second image is a photo of a set of silverware including a curved knife, a fork, and three spoons - one large, medium, and small. Each peice of silverware has an identical thick, black rubber handle.

The third image is a photo of an electronic spoon from above, with the circuitboards on the electronic base visible, and multiple labels describing different parts of the spoon:

The "Battery" is in the base, and reads, "Ultra-thin rechargeable battery will last for several days on a charge.".

The "Stabilizing Technology" is towards the front of the base, and reads, "Cutting-edge electronics will work to actively detect and stabilize your tremor.".

Another label points to the plastic base of the spoon head, labeling it, "Multiple Attachments - Fork, soup spoon, keyholder, and more are coming soon.".

The fourth image is a photo of a hand holding a spoon with a thick rubber base, and a thick soup in the spoon, with the shaft of the spoon twisted once, so that rather than behind held out straight, it turns back toward the holder at ninty degrees to the handle. Another version of the spoon is shown below sitting on the table, turning in the opposite direction so it can be held in the left hand. Text in the middle read, "Special twist in the metal shaft allows bending for custom use".

The fifth image is a photo of a person smiling and sitting at a table with a plage of fruit, with a white and grey tool next to the plate that they rest their wrist on, holding a fork with a peice of fruit up to their mouth.

The sixth image shows a cut sandwhich sitting on a plate, with a white plastic tool clamped onto one corner of the sandwhich, with a long handle behind it.

End ID.]

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[meesa2021]

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