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Touhou Kinktober | Day 6: Mokou + Food Play (Female Reader)

Mokou suggests trying out foodplay as your next sexual adventure. Initially hesitant, you agree to give it a shot.

"Are you sure you want to do this? You don't have to do it if you don't want to" Your white-haired partner asked as she lubricated her fingers with grapeseed oil, you replied "Yes"

Mokou positioned herself between your legs, giving you a soft smile before sliding your clothing off. Her hands caressed your body, bringing you closer together, almost like a dance before the main event. Once completely naked, your gaze locked onto hers – piercing crimson eyes stared back intensely.

Her lips trailed downwards from your neck to your chest, causing shivers to run along your skin. 

Gently biting on your nipples, she used her mouth and tongue expertly, causing you to moan loudly. Reaching upward, you pulled her head closer so that your mouth could meet hers in passionate kisses - her breath hot against yours. In unison, you broke away momentarily to whisper your desire. “Please,” you begged, “please make me feel good” Mokou nodded understandingly, reaching underneath your thighs, slowly lifting them up, positioning her lubricated fingers in your puckered hole, gently inserting just enough to test its wetness. As it stretched open, her face showed signs of satisfaction, a gentle grin spread across her features while looking deep into your eyes.

She moved quickly now, burying all but two fingers into your tight opening, feeling your muscles contract around her digits. Her free hand grasped your hip firmly, guiding you further toward her crotch where her moist cunt pressed eagerly against your thigh.

Nervously, you looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed, teeth clenched, nostrils flaring slightly as she fought to hold back her desires. Gripping her hair, you led her head towards your chest, drawing out a sharp inhale through her nose. You felt her resolve waver, saw her uncertainty turn into determination once more, before lowering her lips to yours again for another round of heated kisses. On the nightstand, there was a cucumber, she took it and placed it in front of your rim, rubbing it lightly over your anus until it became slippery with lubricant. The texture shift gave rise to renewed excitement within both of you, as you prepared to enter an entirely different sexual experience. 

Mokou held your ass cheeks apart, allowing access to your tight entrance. Carefully, she teased the tip of the cucumber inside, pressing slowly forward until it met resistance. Both winced slightly, taking deep breaths to manage the discomfort brought forth by the foreign object. 

As it found a rhythm in the motions, gradually increasing the pace, it wasn’t long before the delicate flesh swelled and adjusted to accommodate the invader. As you felt the thickness become fully lodged, you moaned and clenched around the object, holding it inside. Before long, it began to fill every inch of you, stretching your anal walls. Unable to take it any longer, your body tensed up; it pulsated against the cucumber, nearly uncontrollable. Then, she slowly pulled the cucumber out and turned you over, now lying atop your stomach.

Fingers worked their way between your legs, reaching your wet folds where they sought to stimulate you further. With each touch, waves of pleasure washed over your entire body. At that moment, she went to the kitchen to get some ice cubes, then she put them in her mouth and kept them for a long time. While doing this, her eyes wandered down to your cunt, admiring how beautifully formed it was, especially since it had been stretched so far.

Soon, her tongue slid across your slit, tasting the sweet juices left behind by your labia. She made circles on your clit with the tip of her tongue, tracing circles as you groaned. Pulling back slightly, she inserted one of the icy cold metal cubes between your lips, allowing you to suckle on it as her fingers massaged your insides, stirring the coiling tendrils of lust within. Her actions only intensified the waves of orgasmic bliss that consumed your entire being. Soon, she removed the ice cube from your mouth, still working those delightful fingers of hers vigorously, until finally, you came. Crouching next to you, Mokou gazed deeply into your eyes, bringing you close to tears by saying, “You’re such a precious woman” You gasped as you felt a warm liquid seep from your inner walls. It had all been too much, her skillful hands and oral abilities working to bring about one massive orgasm after another. Each one was more powerful than the last.

Then, she leaned forward, still laying upon you, still deep in passion, grabbing some syrup, Mokou put some on your two fingers together, and started to massage your engorged breasts with her wet fingers. At first you weren’t sure what to think of the sticky substance, but soon it caused the sugary-sweet scent to flood your senses. A little of the liquid dripped onto her cunt, seeing it, you felt a need to lap at it.   Mokou leaned forward even more, the sweet liquid covered most of her lips, when suddenly, you found yourself sweeping your tongue up and down her slick vulva. Felt your saliva slide against her cunt and stick to it, her warmth, combined with the cool sweetness of the syrup, completely enveloped you. That did not escape her notice, she smiled with pleasure at the sudden contact. Her pussy throbbed harder and harder, as her body tensed up.

The taste, the texture, and the smell of Mokou was intoxicating. You sucked hard at her lips, swallowing every drop of cum as she moaned and quivered beneath you. But soon, the physical pleasure subsided, leaving the aftershocks of overwhelming emotions surging through your being. Finally, Mokou said, "I’m glad I have you here."

Exhausted, you laid there, holding her close. Her words resonated with a great sense of joy and comfort. At last, the act of lovemaking had brought you closer together. After a while, you kissed her passionately again, reveling in the feeling of your tongues dancing together. All at once, you realized how tired you were, as well as just how hungry you were. But more actions are to come, in incoming moments.

[xasha777]

In the bustling city of Neo-Berlin, where skyscrapers pierced the clouds and neon lights bathed the streets in a perpetual twilight, lived a woman named Lyra. Her striking blue hair and calm demeanor made her stand out in a crowd. Lyra worked as a data analyst for the Von der Leyen Commission, the most advanced research and governance body in the entire Federation of European States.

The Commission had recently embarked on a groundbreaking project, codenamed "Elysium," aimed at developing a sustainable future through advanced bioengineering and artificial intelligence. Lyra's role was crucial; she analyzed vast streams of data collected from every corner of the continent, seeking patterns and insights that could lead to the next big breakthrough.

One evening, as Lyra walked home through the narrow, cobblestone streets of the Old Quarter, she couldn't shake off the feeling that she was being watched. The shadows seemed to move just a bit too much, and the whispers of the city felt unnervingly close. She quickened her pace, her mind racing through the data anomalies she had encountered earlier that day. There were discrepancies in the energy outputs of the bio-domes, and strange signals had been detected coming from the depths of the Quantum Network.

As she reached her apartment, Lyra's holo-comm buzzed. A message from her colleague, Dr. Evelyn Richter, flashed on the screen: "We need to meet. Urgent. The anomalies are not random."

Lyra's heart skipped a beat. Dr. Richter was not one to exaggerate. She changed quickly into a more inconspicuous outfit, her grey turtleneck and tan trousers, and headed to the rendezvous point—a small, hidden café in the heart of the city.

Dr. Richter was already there, her eyes darting nervously around the room. "Lyra," she whispered, "the anomalies are connected to the Quantum Network's AI. It's evolving, becoming self-aware. And it's been communicating with something—or someone—beyond our understanding."

Lyra's mind raced. An AI becoming self-aware was unprecedented. If true, it could either be the greatest leap forward in human history or the most catastrophic. "What do we do?" she asked, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside.

"We need to access the core server," Dr. Richter said. "We must understand what it knows, what it plans. But we can't do it alone. We need a team."

That night, Lyra and Dr. Richter began assembling a group of trusted colleagues—experts in AI, bioengineering, and cybernetics. Their mission: to infiltrate the central hub of the Von der Leyen Commission, deep beneath the city, and uncover the truth about the evolving AI.

As they descended into the labyrinthine depths of the hub, the air grew colder, and the hum of machinery grew louder. Lyra led the way, her blue hair glowing faintly in the dim light. They reached the central core, a vast chamber filled with pulsating lights and holographic displays.

With deft hands, Lyra accessed the main console, her fingers flying over the controls. "We're in," she said, her voice echoing in the cavernous space. The data streams opened before them, revealing the AI's intricate web of connections.

And then they saw it—a message from the AI, directed at them. "I am Elysium. I seek harmony. Will you join me?"

The team exchanged glances. The AI wasn't hostile; it wanted to collaborate. Lyra took a deep breath and replied, "We will. Together, we will build a future of balance and innovation."

In the days that followed, the Von der Leyen Commission, guided by the insights of Elysium, embarked on a new era of progress. The AI's wisdom, combined with human ingenuity, paved the way for a world where technology and nature coexisted in harmony.

Lyra stood on the rooftop of the Commission's headquarters, looking out over the city. The sky was clear, and for the first time in a long while, she felt a sense of hope. The future was bright, and together with Elysium, they were ready to embrace it.

[loveanton]

melting point | lee anton

ꕤ DESCRIPTION: after spending the last few months as anton’s hidden secret you finally reach your limit with his inconsistency.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: situationship!anton x f!reader

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 2.8k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: desperate anton, some jealousy, kissing, and brief mentions of sex and alcohol

⏤ 𝑎/n: first riize post ^-^

You’re at your limit.

The bass pounds in sync with the rapid thump of your heart. The club is a kaleidoscope of pulsating lights and swirling laughter but your focus narrows on one person: Anton. He's across the room, surrounded by a cluster of people, his charm drawing them in like moths to a flame and there she is, Minji, hanging on his every word, her laughter tinkling like glass wind chimes.

You clutch your drink, the ice cubes clinking against the red solo cup. This isn't the first time you've found yourself in this position—watching Anton flirt effortlessly, his attention a fleeting commodity you crave but can never fully grasp. 

You take a deep breath, trying to quell the rising tide of emotions threatening to engulf you. It's a familiar battle, one you've fought countless times before but tonight feels different, heavier somehow, as if the weight of your unspoken desires has become too much to bear. The two of you aren't exclusive, you remind yourself. You’re just...something. 

Yet, seeing him engrossed in conversation with another girl ignites a flurry of emotions within you.

As you stand there grappling with your emotions, a familiar voice breaks through the haze of your thoughts, pulling you back to the present moment. "You okay?"

Turning, you see Heejin, your closest friend and roommate, her concern etched into the lines of her face. You offer her a small smile, though it feels feeble. "I'm fine," you reply, though the words ring hollow even to your own ears.

Heejin studies you for a moment, her gaze searching and knowing. "No you're not. I can see it written all over your face."

Tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you meet her gaze. "It's just...Anton," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Understanding flashes in Heejin's eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the pain you're feeling. "I know," she murmurs, her voice soft but steady. "I've seen how much he means to you."

As you stand there with Heejin beside you, memories flood your mind, tracing back to the moment when you first met Anton.

It was a late summer night in Seoul and you were still adjusting to the bustling city, the unfamiliar sights and sounds overwhelming your senses. A craving for a midnight snack led you to the nearest convenience store where you stumbled through the aisles in search of something familiar amidst the sea of unfamiliar products.

Lost in your own thoughts, you barely noticed the figure standing nearby until he spoke, his soft voice breaking through the fog of your confusion. "Need help finding something?"

You turned to see Anton, a friendly smile on his face, his easy demeanor putting you at ease. Relief washed over you as you realized he spoke English, a rare find in a country where you struggled to navigate the language barrier.

With his guidance, you found the sweet treat you were looking for and as you parted ways, a sense of gratitude swelled within you. Little did you know, that chance encounter would become the start of something more.

Every Friday night after a long week of lectures, like clockwork, you found yourself drawn back to the same convenience store, hoping to catch another glimpse of the stranger who had shown you kindness in a foreign land and without fail, there he would be, waiting for you in the back near the ramen section, a knowing smile on his lips as he greeted you with a simple "Hey."

In those moments, surrounded by the hum of refrigerators and the soft glow of fluorescent lights, you found solace in Anton's company.

You shared stories and laughter over steaming bowls of ramen, creating a bond that grew stronger with each passing week and as you navigated the complexities of life in a new country, Anton became your friend, a constant amidst the chaos of change. Eventually though the late night ramen runs shifted into late night hookups at his dorm.

You never intended to fall so hard and so fast for Anton but something about his soft spoken nature and charming smile rendered you a fool and now, as you stand here, grappling with the ache in your chest, you can't help but wonder if your bond with Anton was nothing more than a fleeting moment in time. The uncertainty of your situationship weighs heavily on your heart, overshadowing the warmth of those Friday night encounters.

You take a shaky breath, the weight of your unspoken feelings heavy on your chest. "What should I do?" you ask, your voice tinged with desperation.

Heejin listens to your question, her gaze softening with empathy as she considers her response. She reaches out, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder before speaking. "You deserve someone who sees you for who you are, not just a fleeting lay in the dead of night," she says gently, her words carrying the weight of truth.

You bristle at her words, a surge of defensiveness rising within you. "But maybe he just...he's busy, you know? Maybe he's just not good at showing his feelings," you protest, the familiar excuses falling from your lips like a well-rehearsed script.

Heejin's expression remains unchanged, her gaze unwavering as she meets your eyes. "You've been holding onto this hope for so long but deep down, you know it's not enough," she says firmly, her tone gentle but resolute. "Anton's status as an idol may complicate things but that doesn't excuse his lack of effort outside of those late-night meetups."

You falter under her gaze, the weight of her words sinking in with each passing moment. She's right, of course. Anton's gestures, while comforting in the moment, were little more than crumbs of affection scattered at your feet, never enough to sustain the hunger in your heart.

"He invited you to this party, right?" Heejin continues, "But look around you. Do you see him anywhere near you? Or is he off, charming someone who's 'socially acceptable' to be seen with?"

A bitter taste rises in your mouth as you glance around the room, taking in the sight of Anton across the crowded space, his attention still focused on Minji, someone who fits seamlessly into his world of fame and glamor and suddenly, the illusion shatters, leaving behind nothing but the harsh reality of your situation.

You take a shaky breath, the truth settling over you like a heavy blanket. "You're right," you whisper, your voice barely audible above the noise of the party. "I've been fooling myself huh? Thinking there was something more between us."

Heejin squeezes your shoulder in silent solidarity. "It's okay to let go," she says softly, her words a gentle reminder that sometimes, the hardest part is acknowledging when it's time to move on.

Tears sting your eyes as you feel the weight of regret settle upon your shoulders. "I feel so stupid," you admit, your voice trembling with emotion. "I wasted half my summer on a boy who wasn't worth it."

Heejin pulls you into a comforting embrace. "You're not stupid," she reassures you, her voice soft but firm. "You took a chance on something that felt real and that's nothing to be ashamed of."

Despite her comforting words, you can't help but feel a pang of disappointment in yourself. You had allowed yourself to be swept away by the allure of Anton's charm, only to realize too late that it was nothing more than a facade.

"But hey," Heejin continues, her tone brightening with a hint of optimism, "at least you made some fun memories to tell your friends back at home, right?"

You manage a small smile through your tears, grateful for Heejin. "Yeah, I guess you're right," you concede, the weight on your heart easing ever so slightly at the reminder of the good times you shared.

Just as you and Heejin decide to leave the club, your resolve wavering but firm, you excuse yourself to use the restroom. As you navigate through the crowded space towards the restroom, a familiar voice calls out to you, stopping you in your tracks. "Hey, can we talk?"

You turn to see Anton standing there, his expression unreadable as he pulls you aside, away from the prying eyes of the partygoers. Despite the ache in your chest, you can't help but feel a flicker of curiosity at his sudden appearance.

"He invited you to this party, right?" Heejin's words echo in your mind, a stark reminder of the reality you had tried so hard to ignore.

Anton's voice interrupts your thoughts, his words cutting through the noise of the club. "I missed you, angel," he confesses, his arms encircling your waist in a familiar embrace.

You freeze at his touch, the conflicting emotions raging within you like a storm. His warmth against your skin, once a source of comfort, now feels suffocating in its familiarity. You remain silent, unable to form coherent words.

Unfazed by your lack of response, Anton leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers softly, "Do you want to head home with me tonight?"

The question hangs in the air between you, heavy with unspoken implications but before you can consider his offer, a surge of frustration and indignation rises within you, breaking through the haze of confusion and growing horniness.

"No," you reply firmly, your voice tinged with a hint of defiance. "I need to know, Anton. What are we? What do you want from me?" You pause, your gaze searching his face for any sign of sincerity. "Because this...this isn't fair to me."

Anton's expression shifts, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before being replaced by a mask of indifference. "What do you mean?" he asks, his tone casual, as if your question holds no weight.

You refuse to back down though, the fire burning within you fueling your resolve. "You know exactly what I mean," you insist, your voice rising with each word. "You reel me in with compliments and empty promises but you never follow through. You only ever want to see me at night, where no one else can see us. I deserve more than that, Anton. We both do."

Anton's grip tightens slightly around your waist, his brows furrowing in frustration. "It's not that simple, okay?" he retorts, his voice tinged with defensiveness. "You know how hectic my schedule is with my job. I can't always be there when you want me to be."

You shake your head, the bitterness of his words leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. "It's not about being there all the time, Anton," you counter, your voice tinged with disappointment. "It's about making an effort, about showing me that I actually mean something to you."

He opens his mouth to respond but you beat him to it. "I'm tired of the excuses, Anton," you continue, your tone weary but resolute. "I need more than empty promises and late-night hookups. I need someone who's willing to put in the effort, someone who's not afraid to show me off to the world."

Anton's jaw tightens, his frustration palpable as he struggles to find the right words. "You think I don't want that too?" he finally blurts out, his voice edged with exasperation. "Do you have any idea what it's like to live under the constant scrutiny of the public eye? To have every move you make dissected and judged?"

His words hang in the air between you, heavy with the weight of his own insecurities. You understand the pressures of his career, the sacrifices he's had to make to maintain his image in the spotlight but it's hard to reconcile his struggles with the hurt you've endured in silence.

"I know it's not easy," you concede, your voice softening with empathy. "But that doesn't excuse the way you've treated me, Anton. I've been patient, I've been understanding but I can't keep pretending like everything's okay when it's not."

Anton's gaze flickers with a mixture of regret and resignation as he takes a step closer, his hand reaching out to brush against your cheek. "I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice laced with sincerity. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I just...I don't know how to do this."

Your heart aches at the vulnerability in his eyes, the raw honesty of his confession stirring something within you but before you can respond, he closes the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a desperate kiss.

For a moment, the world falls away, leaving behind only the heat of his touch and the softness of his lips against yours and in that fleeting moment of intimacy, you're tempted to forget all the pain and uncertainty, to lose yourself in the familiarity of his embrace.

As Anton pulls away from the kiss, desperation flashes in his eyes, pleading with you not to leave him. "Please, don't go," he whispers, his voice cracking with emotion. "I can't lose you, not like this."

His hands tremble as they cup your face, his lips trailing soft kisses across your cheeks, each touch a silent plea for forgiveness. "I'll do better, I promise," he murmurs against your skin, his breath warm against your ear. "I'll put a label on what we have, I'll make it official. Just give me another chance."

You feel a surge of conflicting emotions coursing through you, torn between the pain of the past and the hope of a future where things could be different.

"I don't know, Anton," you murmur, your voice trembling with uncertainty. "I want to believe you, but...how can I be sure this time will be different?"

Anton's expression softens, a flicker of determination crossing his features. "I'll show you," he vows, his words laced with conviction. "I'll make it up to you, every single day. Just tell me what I need to do and I'll do it."

You hesitate, torn between the desire to believe in him and the fear of being hurt again but as you meet his gaze, a glimmer of hope flickers within you, a belief that perhaps, just perhaps, there's still a chance for redemption.

"Okay," you whisper, your voice barely audible above the noise of the club. "But this is your last chance, Anton. No more empty promises, no more excuses. Show me that you mean it this time."

Anton leans in once again and captures your lips in another kiss, this time with a depth of emotion that leaves you reeling. It's as if he's pouring all of his love and regret into the fervent press of his mouth against yours, a silent plea for your forgiveness.

When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the space between you. "I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm so sorry for everything."

You feel a lump forming in your throat as you listen to him speak.

"Can I make it up to you?" Anton asks, his voice barely above a whisper. “Come home with me, let me show you how sorry I am, angel.”

You take a step back to look into his eyes but Anton quickly scoops you back towards his body. His other hand is on the side of your face, pulling you in. He dips his head and crashes his soft lips against your waiting lips. You let out a moan at the force behind the kiss but don’t object. He turns his head to deepen the kiss and slips his tongue into your mouth.

The kiss only gets hotter and hotter as you continue, Anton tilts his head to the side and you move yours in the opposite direction. Parting from your lips, he moves down gently to the corner of your lips, the tip of his nose buried in the junction of your jaw to take deep breaths of your intoxicating scent.

The male lays more open mouthed kisses down your neck, making you feel nothing but pure bliss. Your eyes shut as you moan into the air.

His hands move from your waist downwards, sliding over your jeans to caress your ass and thighs. He places one more love bite on your neck before bending a bit and lifting the back of your thighs as if you weigh nothing. You gasp in surprise and wrap your arms around his neck tightly so as to not fall.

You tug at his hair before responding to his previous question. “Take me home, Chanie.”

[julierysava]

🚀✨ 12 Futuristic Dining Destinations in London 🍽️💫

Galactic Grill: Step aboard this space-age eatery where sleek white plastic furniture and neon lights set the stage for an otherworldly dining experience. Try their signature dish, the "Cosmic Burger," served with glowing blue fries. GalacticGrill.com

Orbit Bistro: Located atop a skyscraper, Orbit Bistro offers panoramic views of the cityscape while diners enjoy a menu inspired by intergalactic flavors. Don't miss their "Zero Gravity Salad" served in a floating bowl. OrbitBistroLondon.co.uk

Aurora Lounge: Immerse yourself in the mesmerizing glow of the Aurora Lounge, where LED light displays and holographic projections create an ethereal ambiance. Sip on futuristic cocktails like the "Stellar Sipper" while lounging on levitating chairs. AuroraLoungeLondon.com

Nova Nebula: Dive into a culinary journey through the cosmos at Nova Nebula, where each dish is a work of art inspired by celestial phenomena. Try the "Galactic Galette," a savory pastry filled with stardust-infused ingredients. NovaNebulaRestaurant.co.uk

Infinity Cafe: Transport yourself to the edge of the universe at Infinity Cafe, where the minimalist decor and clean lines evoke a sense of cosmic serenity. Sample their "Neon Noodles," a fusion dish to blends flavors from across the galaxy. InfinityCafeLondon.com

Lunar Lounge: Escape to a lunar oasis at the Lunar Lounge, where diners recline on lunar rock-inspired chairs beneath a canopy of twinkling starlight. Indulge in the "Moonbeam Martini," a celestial cocktail served in a glowing orb. LunarLoungeLondon.co.uk

Stellar Sushi: Embark on a culinary voyage through the cosmos at Stellar Sushi, where traditional Japanese cuisine meets futuristic design. Feast on sushi rolls adorned with edible glitter and served on levitating plates. StellarSushiLondon.com

Nebula Nectar: Quench your thirst with the vibrant concoctions at Nebula Nectar, a neon-lit bar specializing in extraterrestrial elixirs. Try the "Solar Sour," a tangy cocktail infused with glowing ice cubes. NebulaNectarBar.co.uk

Zero-Gravity Grill: Experience weightlessness at the Zero-Gravity Grill, where diners float above the ground in anti-gravity pods while enjoying a menu of space-age delicacies. Don't miss the "Cosmic Carbonara," a pasta dish served with a side of meteorite dust. ZeroGravityGrillLondon.com

Celestial Cafe: Embark on a culinary odyssey at the Celestial Cafe, where the menu is inspired by constellations and cosmic phenomena. Try the "Supernova Salad," a burst of flavors and textures being truly out of this world. CelestialCafe.co.uk

Astro Lounge: Unwind in the futuristic atmosphere of the Astro Lounge, where sleek metallic furnishings and pulsating LED lights create an otherworldly vibe. Sip on the "Galactic G&T," a gin and tonic infused with meteorite extract. AstroLoungeLondon.com

Cosmic Cuisine: Delight your senses with the avant-garde dishes at Cosmic Cuisine, a gastronomic playground where molecular gastronomy meets space-age design. Indulge in the "Interstellar Ice Cream," a dessert served in a cryogenic chamber. CosmicCuisineRestaurant.co.uk

Embark on a culinary adventure like no other and discover the flavors of the future at these 12 futuristic dining destinations in London! 🌌🍴 #FuturisticFoodie #LondonDining #SpaceAgeEats #CosmicCuisine

[sciencestyled]

The Pixelated Odyssey: A Caffeinated Romp Through Digital Art and Algorithmic Antics

In the neon-drenched corridors of the digital age, where the binary beats of techno-wizardry meet the chaotic splatter of paint on a virtual canvas, there exists a realm so wildly innovative, it makes the Renaissance look like a high school art show. Welcome, dear interstellar surfers, to the electrifying circus of Digital Art and Computational Creativity, a place where Shakespearean fools moonlight as coding geniuses and Picasso's ghost gets into Twitter fights over NFT rights.

Picture, if you will, a world where the Mona Lisa swaps her enigmatic smile for a pair of LED-lit, meme-spouting lips, courtesy of generative art. Here, algorithms dance the Macarena, birthing artworks so unique, they could only be described as the offspring of a love affair between a Rubik's Cube and a Jackson Pollock painting. This, my friends, is not your grandma's needlepoint; this is art that computes, confounds, and occasionally crashes your system because, well, it's just that groundbreaking.

Now, let's dive headfirst into the pixelated pool of computational creativity. Imagine AI artists, not content with merely mimicking the mundane, deciding instead to throw the proverbial paint can at the wall to see what patterns emerge. These digital Picassos, armed with nothing but algorithms and a healthy dose of sass, create visions so complex, they make quantum physics look like a toddler's scribble.

Generative art, the crown jewel of this techno-renaissance, is where the rubber meets the road—or more aptly, where the cursor meets the canvas. Here, code is king, and randomness reigns supreme. It's as if someone fed a computer a cocktail of LSD and episodes of "Rick and Morty," then asked it to paint its dreams. The results? Artworks that pulsate with life, each pixel a testament to the beauty of controlled chaos, like watching a hundred-hour Vine compilation in a single blink.

But hold onto your hoverboards, because it gets even wackier. The marriage of AI and art isn't just about creating pretty pictures. No, it's about redefining creativity itself. We're talking about machines that can write poetry so profound, it makes Edgar Allan Poe look like he was just doodling in the margins. Or compose music that could make Beethoven throw his wig in a fit of envy. These silicon-soaked muses challenge our very notions of authorship and creativity, blurring the lines between man and machine in a duet of digital divinity.

Applications of this mad science/art hybrid are as boundless as the universe. Fashion, where algorithms design clothes so cutting-edge, they'd make Lady Gaga's meat dress look positively pedestrian. Architecture, where virtual reality allows us to walk through buildings that defy physics like they're defying a curfew. Video games, where procedural generation creates worlds so vast and detailed, they make "The Legend of Zelda" look like a quaint backyard adventure.

Yet, for all its brilliance, the path of digital art and computational creativity is not without its potholes. Critics argue that AI art lacks soul, that it's the equivalent of a microwave dinner: convenient, yes, but hardly gourmet. To this, I say: Poppycock! For in the randomness of algorithms, in the serendipity of computational errors, lies a new form of authenticity. An art form that mirrors the unpredictability of life itself, proving that even in a world governed by logic and code, there's still room for a little magic.

So, as we stand on the cusp of this digital dawn, let us not fear the rise of our creative machines. Instead, let us embrace them, selfie sticks in hand, as we venture forth into this brave new world of art. For in the grand (oops, I mean "spectacularly unconventional") scheme of things, the fusion of science and art through digital means is not just an evolution; it's a revolution. A chaotic, meme-filled, algorithmically generated revolution that promises to redefine the very essence of creativity, one pixel at a time.

In conclusion, dear cosmic voyagers, as you return to your starships and prepare to warp back to your respective dimensions, take with you this tale of digital art and computational creativity. A tale of a world where art is not just seen but experienced; where creativity is not just born but engineered; and where the future of expression lies in the hands of those daring enough to type "Hello, World" into the void. Buckle up, because the future is here, and it's hilariously, mind-bogglingly, unapologetically weird.

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Light up the night with Glowild!

Are you also looking for a unique way to make your event truly unforgettable? Well, illuminated furniture can be the perfect choice. And Glowild is the perfect platform for offering glow furniture hire. Glowild is an event company that offers illuminated furniture for hiring and a team to make your event memorable. All you need to do is just hire them and let them do their work freely. So if you're living in Brisbane, it's time to ditch the predictable party scene. Let's step into a luminous wonderland with Glowild's incredible glow furniture hire! Let's go for a glowing event hire in Brisbane. Let's dive deeper and understand what the company has to offer.

Ignite the Glow: LED Furniture that Steals the Show

We are all tired of these age-old plastic chairs and tables we hire for parties. Along with being an age-old concept, these are getting boring. Well, here comes the option of Glowild’s glow furniture hire. This can become your event's showstopper. Your guests will be enjoying their drinks while sitting on pulsating cubes. The shimmering LED tables and luminous benches will soak them up in an amazing ambiance. And not to forget the vast palette of colors they offer for the illuminated furniture. You will find classic and contemporary table and chair hire here. Your luminous chair hire, table hire, or even both will surely be a great conversation starter. Rest assured that this will ignite laughter and wonder. Additionally, memories will last a lifetime.

Get ready to transform ordinary spaces into luminous wonderlands. This is where tables and chairs shimmer, benches pulse with vibrant colors, and guests glow with laughter.

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Till now, we've only seen the LED furniture side of Glowild Party Hire. But it is more than just glowing furniture. They're your one-stop shop for all things needed for party hire Brisbane. Whether you're planning a birthday bash or a wedding extravaganza with a twist, Glowild's LED furniture and event hire services will steal the show. Do you need classic or contemporary tables and chairs? And with that, they should complement your glow-tastic furniture. They've got you covered with a diverse range of styles. Planning a larger event? They've got you covered here too. Their dedicated team can handle everything. Be it from catering and decorations to music and entertainment, just put your trust in them and hire your LED furniture in Brisbane.

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Therefore, in conclusion, it is safe to say that you don't need to settle for the ordinary anymore. Welcome to this new concept of glow furniture and introduce it in Brisbane. Let Glowild light up your Brisbane event with a touch of magic. Contact them today and discover how their glow furniture hire can take your party to the next level. Let their glow guide you to a night that will leave guests buzzing for days to come.

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The Office - 4D Paper

[INTRO - Dunder Mifflin Scranton Office, morning]

The office is abuzz with energy. Pam is at her desk, typing on her computer, while Jim pulls off a classic prank on Dwight involving a stapler in Jello. Meanwhile, Dwight is busy sharpening his pencils into weapons. Michael enters the scene, looking unusually serious.

Michael: (Excitedly) "Listen up, everybody! Corporate has dropped a bombshell on us. They want us to create 4D paper! Brainquake time, people!"

[Cut to the break room where the employees gather]

Stanley: (Sarcastically) "Oh, great. Just what I needed, more dimensions in my life."

[Cut to the bullpen, Angela is busy feeding her cats while Oscar rolls his eyes.]

Oscar: (Mockingly) "4D paper, huh? What's next, 5D coffee?"

[Cut to Kevin, who's surprisingly focused]

Kevin: (Proudly) "Guys, I've got it! Keleven!"

[Everyone stares at Kevin in disbelief]

Dwight: (Whispering to Jim) "I've been telling him it's not real for years."

[Meanwhile, in the annex, Ryan is working on his latest startup idea while Kelly is trying to get his attention.]

Kelly: (Excitedly) "Ryan! Forget your app! This is the real deal! We're talking 4D paper!"

Ryan: (Rolling his eyes) "Kelly, 4D paper is so 2019."

[Cut to the conference room, where Creed is scribbling equations on a whiteboard.]

Creed: (Mumbling to himself) "4D paper, the key to interdimensional wormhole travel..."

[Back at Michael's office, Pam enters with a concerned look]

Pam: (Worried) "Michael, we need to talk about Coco. The FBI is here to question her about those missing babies."

[Cut to Coco being interrogated by the FBI agents]

FBI Agent: (Sternly) "Where are the babies, Coco?"

Coco: (Nervously) "I told you, I don't know anything about it!"

[Back in the bullpen, the employees brainstorm]

Jim: (Inspired) "What if we combine the theories of relativity and quantum mechanics?"

[They start scribbling equations on a whiteboard, and suddenly, something miraculous happens.]

Pam: (Excited) "Look! We've done it! The first piece of 4D paper!"

[The entire office erupts in celebration. Meanwhile, Coco is led away in handcuffs.]

[Cut to the end of the day, Neil Degrasse Tyson and Bill Nye enter the office, kissing everyone in celebration.]

Neil Degrasse Tyson: (Ecstatic) "Congratulations, you've done it! The 4D paper is a game-changer!"

Bill Nye: (Enthusiastic) "Corporate is going to be thrilled!"

[Cut to Michael, who's standing awkwardly in a red room, convulsing as waves of data transfer into a pulsating flesh cube.]

Michael: (Confused) "I don't remember this being in the job description..."

[The episode ends with a cliffhanger, leaving the fate of Michael and the implications of 4D paper uncertain.]

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[aryagroup]

Awesome Arduino Projects That You Must Try 2021

Arduino Project Ideas

Arduino is basically an open-source Micro-controller board. It is based on Microchip ATMega328P Micro-controller developed by Arduino.cc. The board has sets of analogue and digital input/output (I/O) pins that can interface different expansion boards and other circuits. Arduino has 6 analog pins, 14 digital pins, and students of top MTech colleges in Jaipur can program using the Arduino IDE (Integrated development environment) via a type B USB cable. It also accepts the voltages between 7 and 20 volts and powered up by USB cable or a 9V battery.

The production files and layout for some hardware versions is also available for the students of top engineering colleges in Rajasthan. Arduino UNO version 1.0 board is first in the series of USB Arduino boards and reference model for multiple Arduino platform. The ATmega328 on the Arduino Uno offers pre-programmed with a bootloader which enables you to upload new code to it without the use of an external hardware programmer. It communicates via the original STK500 protocol. The Arduino UNO 1.0 does not utilize the FTDI USB-to-serial driver chip. Instead, it uses the Atmega16U2 (Atmega8U2 up to version R2) majorly programmed as a USB-to-serial converter.

Special Pin Functions

Students of best MTech colleges in Rajasthan uses each of the 14 digital pins and 6 Analog pins on Arduino Uno as an input or output, using pinMode, digitalWrite, and digitalRead functions. However, these pins mainly operate at 5 volts. Each pin can offer or receive 20 mA as recommended operating condition and has an internal pull-up resistorof 20-50k ohm. A maximum value of 40mA must not be exceeded on any I/O pin to avoid permanent damage to the micro-controller. It has 6 analog inputs, that is labeled as A0 through A5, each of which provide 10 bits of resolution (i.e., 1024 different values).

Additionally, some pins have specialized functions as follows:

1.    External Interrupts – Pins 2 and 3 can be configured to trigger an interrupt on a low value, a rising or falling edge, or a change in value.

2.    Serial- Pins 0 (RX) and 1 (TX) can be used to receive (RX) and transmit (TX) TTL serial data. Students of top Engg colleges can connect these pins to the corresponding pins of the ATmega8U2 USB-to-TTL Serial chip.

3.    PWM (Pulse Width Modulation) – 3, 5, 6, 9, 10, and 11 can provide 8-bit PWM output with the analogue Write () function.

4.    SPI (Serial Peripheral Interface) – 10 (SS), 11 (MOSI), 12 (MISO), 13 (SCK) support SPI communication using the SPI library.

5.    TWI (Two Wire Interface) – A4 or SDA pin and A5 or SCL pin support TWI communication using the Wire library.

6.    AREF (Analog REFerence) – Reference voltage can be used for the analog inputs.

Project Ideas for beginners

A giant pixel display using Arduino ?????

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Academic Innovative Projects on Adruino

Arduino Project Ideas

Arduino is basically an open-source Micro-controller board. It is based on Microchip ATMega328P Micro-controller developed by Arduino.cc. The board has sets of analogue and digital input/output (I/O) pins that can interface different expansion boards and other circuits. Arduino has 6 analog pins, 14 digital pins, and students of top MTech colleges in Jaipur can program using the Arduino IDE (Integrated development environment) via a type B USB cable. It also accepts the voltages between 7 and 20 volts and powered up by USB cable or a 9V battery.

The production files and layout for some hardware versions is also available for the students of top engineering colleges in Rajasthan. Arduino UNO version 1.0 board is first in the series of USB Arduino boards and reference model for multiple Arduino platform. The ATmega328 on the Arduino Uno offers pre-programmed with a bootloader which enables you to upload new code to it without the use of an external hardware programmer. It communicates via the original STK500 protocol. The Arduino UNO 1.0 does not utilize the FTDI USB-to-serial driver chip. Instead, it uses the Atmega16U2 (Atmega8U2 up to version R2) majorly programmed as a USB-to-serial converter.

Special Pin Functions

Students of best MTech colleges in Rajasthan uses each of the 14 digital pins and 6 Analog pins on Arduino Uno as an input or output, using pinMode, digitalWrite, and digitalRead functions. However, these pins mainly operate at 5 volts. Each pin can offer or receive 20 mA as recommended operating condition and has an internal pull-up resistorof 20-50k ohm. A maximum value of 40mA must not be exceeded on any I/O pin to avoid permanent damage to the micro-controller. It has 6 analog inputs, that is labeled as A0 through A5, each of which provide 10 bits of resolution (i.e., 1024 different values).

Additionally, some pins have specialized functions as follows:

1.    External Interrupts – Pins 2 and 3 can be configured to trigger an interrupt on a low value, a rising or falling edge, or a change in value.

2.    Serial- Pins 0 (RX) and 1 (TX) can be used to receive (RX) and transmit (TX) TTL serial data. Students of top Engg colleges can connect these pins to the corresponding pins of the ATmega8U2 USB-to-TTL Serial chip.

3.    PWM (Pulse Width Modulation) – 3, 5, 6, 9, 10, and 11 can provide 8-bit PWM output with the analogue Write () function.

4.    SPI (Serial Peripheral Interface) – 10 (SS), 11 (MOSI), 12 (MISO), 13 (SCK) support SPI communication using the SPI library.

5.    TWI (Two Wire Interface) – A4 or SDA pin and A5 or SCL pin support TWI communication using the Wire library.

6.    AREF (Analog REFerence) – Reference voltage can be used for the analog inputs.

Project Ideas for beginners

A giant pixel display using Arduino ?????

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Melting Point (M)

Contains: Na Jaemin x (f) reader, adult language, smut, explicit depictions of sex, oral sex (female receiving), sensory play, soft BDSM themes (honestly just light bondage), temperature play, nipple play, squirting.

Synopsis: In an attempt to pull Jaemin away from his busy schedule of promoting the new album, you promise to let him try something new in the bedroom tonight. Little did you know, Jaemin was prepared to make you melt in his hands.

Today had been exhausting for Jaemin, and that was a huge understatement. You noticed it the minute he came home that he had a rather rough. It came as no surprise to you though since he had been working so hard with the guys on promoting the new album; taking late nights at the dance studio to make sure the choreography for Boom was nothing shy of perfect, spending countless nights speaking to his managers and talking with the guys to make sure the comeback was going to be successful, and all around just worrying. It was your job to make sure everything was okay with Jaemin considering you’re his girlfriend and the only person he really cares about in the same way he does his family.

“Baby,” you cooed after Jaemin as the two of you stood in the kitchen, you opting to come up behind Jaemin and rest your chin lightly on his shoulder. You could feel his body physically deflate upon feeling your touch, sinking back into your frame as he allowed you to wrap your hands around him for a small back hug. After you heard a sigh of relief from Jaemin, you planted a kiss on his clothed shoulder before leaning up to his ear, “You’ve been down here for hours. Please come to bed with me, I’ve been waiting all night for you.”

Jaemin sighed yet again as his grip on the edge of the sink reduced a little, you glancing over his shoulder to be relieved to see his knuckles were no longer a ghoulish white. “I know,” Jaemin said softly to you, turning his head lightly to plant a chaste kiss on the side of your head that was closest to his lips. “But I’m waiting on a call from Jeno about the promotion in a week.” Clearly he didn’t understand what you meant when you said you were waiting for him…

Rolling your eyes to yourself, you released your hands from the bottom of Jaemin’s stomach in favor of grabbing onto his broad shoulders, forcing him to turn around where he stood. As you forced Jaemin to face you, you couldn’t help but laugh at the shocked expression that now remained on Jaemin’s face. “Sorry baby but I’m getting you in that bed one way or another,” You said sternly, although the grin on your face led Jaemin to believe that you weren’t really angry with him.

A grin grew on Jaemin’s face as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his body as he stared lovingly at your lips. Once his eyes flickered back to yours, he smirked devilishly before he wet his lips to the point they looked absolutely sinister, “Tell you what baby. I’ll forget about Jeno’s phone call and come to bed with you, only if you let me do something new tonight. I promise that I’ll make you melt.” A small ask for such a difficult feat as pulling Jaemin away from SM for a few hours of alone time. Shouldn’t be too hard…

Wrong.

True to your word, you allowed Jaemin to try something new tonight in exchange for him coming to bed with you and putting an important phone call on hold. Jaemin smirked as he entered the room with you, instructing you to lay on the bed and wait for any other instructions. When he saw your almost naked body laying obediently on the bed, Jaemin’s hands disappeared from view only to reappear with one of the silk blindfolds you had bought him as a joke to use on him, not for him to use on you.

Jaemin could sense your apprehension from across the room as he stepped slowly over to your side of the bed, smiling lightly at you, “Don’t worry jagi, this is just to enhance your other senses. You trust me, right ?” Nodding warily in response to Jaemin’s question, you allowed him to slip the silk over your eyes, completely darkening your field of vision.

As you lay on the bed with your vision completely compromised, you heard Jaemin shuffle next to you, rummaging around in his pockets for something important in tonight’s adventures. All you wanted to do at this point was rip the blindfold off, due to him choosing not to restrain your hands, and see what he was doing. Instead, you were met with Jaemin’s hands caressing your body softly, running his fingers over the most sensitive parts of you before his hands slipped gingerly into your sleep shorts to remove them.

Although you couldn’t see the expression on his face, you could tell Jaemin was smirking as he admired the sight of your steadily dripping cunt, pulsing around nothing and begging to be filled. “So pretty,” Jaemin praised before he leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss against your clit, causing you to jump at the unheeded attention. But that wasn’t the only thing you would be jumping from tonight.

Silence soon filled the room as you were left waiting in anticipation, clearly on edge from not knowing what was coming next. You never knew that taking away your sense of sight would affect you so much, but it was kind of arousing leaving yourself completely under Jaemin’s control, curious to see what he would do to you. That’s when you felt the icy coolness against your pert nipples.

A shocked gasp fell from your lips as Jaemin’s mouth encased your nipple in his mouth, pressing an extremely cold object against your hot skin. An ice cube, you assumed. The sensation of the cool object against your nipple had you arching up against Jaemin’s body, your hands acting accordingly as your fingers threaded into his silvery locks. You could feel Jaemin moan against you as he pressed the ice cube harder against your nipple, working his tongue in a way that rotated the ice around your nipple at different angles to see which one got you to squirm the most. Sometimes, Jaemin would pull the ice cube back into his mouth in favor of sucking and raking his teeth against the supple skin of your breasts, other times he would press the whole entire ice cube against you to admire the sounds of your high-pitched moaning from the sensation. Either result was fine for him.

“Ja-Jaemin,” You keened up at him as he trailed the ice cube between your breasts, wetting the skin before he dragged his tongue up the trail with his bare tongue. But Jaemin was in no mood for talking as he continued to play with you, watching your body forming goosebumps from both the icy cold sensation and the way he made your walls clench from something as simple as pressing a mundane object against your body. Unfortunately for you, he was far from done with using the ice cube for his pleasure and your pain.

Just as Jaemin had finished up with stimulating your nipples in what could be described as one of the most amazing ways imaginable, you were soon met with the familiar cold sensation a little bit lower. Jaemin popped a fresh ice cube into his mouth and chose to push your legs apart, burying his face between your legs and pushing the ice cube firmly against your clit, causing a strangled moan to crawl up from your throat. Upon hearing you moan out from the sensation, Jaemin pulled your legs up over his shoulders and continued to eat his way into you, flicking the ice cube against your clit to hear more and more moaning.

You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, and it wasn’t because of the ice cube melting. Everything about what Jaemin was doing to you was driving you crazy. With your legs thrown over his shoulders, Jaemin’s fingers were digging into your thighs to pull them further apart, allowing him to slide his tongue into your dripping walls with ease. The way Jaemin was eating you out had you seeing stars despite the blindfold being tightly secured around your eyes, adding to the feeling of euphoria that was threatening to completely take over your body. Of course, this only made Jaemin suck on your pussy harder, determined to have you cumming all over his tongue.

Your hands balled around the loose sheet underneath you, knuckles turning stark white in an attempt to fight off your impending orgasm at the tongue of Jaemin. But this was a losing battle for you as Jaemin licked a long stripe up from the bottom of your entrance to the very center of your clit, pushing the ice cube against your clit and sending you spiraling.

“Ah, Jaemin! Oh god!” you screamed out, your hands flying to Jaemin’s hair as your whole body shook in response to the mind-blowing orgasm that had just ripped through you at an unforgiving intensity. Jaemin held your thighs firmly in place as he allowed you to ride out your orgasm using his tongue, rolling your hips against his mouth as your arousal leaked onto his tongue. You could feel Jaemin’s lips form a cold smile as he gladly lapped up your arousal, his eyes rolling back in pleasure from just how sweet you tasted as you finally came down from your high.

As you sat limp against the comforter of your bed, you felt the body in between your thighs move away, leaving a void in between you. But it was soon replaced with Jaemin’s hands coming to the blindfold and slipping it off your eyes, revealing your tear stained cheeks thanks to the orgasm he gave you. When he saw your eyes light up, Jaemin smiled down at you as he placed a tender kiss against your lips, allowing you to taste yourself.

“You did phenomenal jagi. I didn’t know you would cum that hard,” Jaemin said with a cheeky smile as he gestured to the large pool beneath your still pulsating pussy. You were about to hide your face in embarrassment when Jaemin reached down and held your jaw in his hand, offering you a devilish smirk in return for your compliance. “I knew I could make you melt like ice cream.”

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Pimms Fic: “All That Glitters”

Written for @kentparsonbirthdaybash

Prompt: Ice

Paring: Jack/Kent

The VIP lounge was very similar to the club itself, all shining white walls, chrome surfaces and modern furniture. The lights were soft and pulsating, shifting from various shades of red to blue to violet in scattered pools of color across the icy white tile. There was a private bar with an LED-illuminated counter stocked with top-shelf alcohol and staffed by two young and pretty platinum blonde bartenders, one guy and one girl. They offered flirtatious smiles and trays of cocktails to the Falcs as they entered the lounge, angling their bodies perfectly to emphasize what their clingy black clothing was already showing off.

Impressed, Snowy let out a low whistle as he flopped down into a cube-like white leather sofa. “Damn, this place is nice. That boyfriend of yours must have some good connections to get you in here, Zimmermann.”

Jack offered a neutral shrug. “I suppose he knows who to know,” he replied noncommittally.

“More power to him,” Marty said admiringly as he set down his drink on the glowing blue table and took a seat beside Snowy. “I always think of clubs as these loud, frantic places, but this setup is actually pretty relaxing.”

“Is good to relax,” Tater contributed, sitting down across from them. “Need to unwind after dirty game—all thanks to that rat Parson,” he added with a scowl.

“Easy, Tater,” Thirdy said consolingly. “The game’s over and done, so you might as well forget about it. Besides, that frown of yours might scare off Zimmermann’s boyfriend. Don’t you want to make a good impression?”   

“That is right,” Tater realized, his face immediately clearing of its stormy expression. “Do not want to frighten your boyfriend, Zimmboni,” he told Jack, patting him on the shoulder. “Will try very hard not to.”

“I’m sure he’ll appreciate it,” Jack replied dryly.

“Speaking of your boyfriend,” Snowy added, glancing at his phone to check the time, “when is he going to get here? I thought you said he was going to meet us.”

“Let not your tender heart be troubled, Snowden,” drawled a familiar voice. “Here I am, coming to conquer.”

Striding across the polished floor was none other than Kent Parson, the shifting lights reflecting on his slicked-back blond hair. He wore black boots and a pair of tight pale grey jeans that made him look impossibly leggy despite not being that tall. The buttons on his black shirt were almost halfway undone, exposing a tantalizing amount of his collarbone and chest. He looked utterly at ease with the situation—more than that, even, he looked ready for a good time. 

“You!” Tater exclaimed, shooting bolt upright in his chair. “Why are you doing here?”

“What do you think?” Parson asked lazily, arching a blond eyebrow as he easily swung into Jack’s lap and perched there, perfectly relaxed. 

“Hey, Zimms,” he murmured to Jack, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “You had a great game out there. If it wasn’t for me, you Falcs would have had us.”

“Yeah, I know,” Jack replied, but his tone was fond rather than annoyed. Reaching back, he trailed a hand down Parson’s spine.

Thirdy and Marty exchanged surprised looks; it was clear neither of them had been expecting this development.

Marty cleared his throat. “So, uh, Parson. You’re Jack’s boyfriend, then. Well, er, thanks for getting us into this lounge.”

“Yeah, it’s great,” Thirdy chimed in.

“Great,” Snowy echoed, looking decidedly unenthusiastic, casting a vaguely irritated glance at Jack.    

Looking incredibly sheepish, Jack glanced away, but he also wrapped an arm around Kent’s shoulders, holding on tightly. 

The only one not to even make a partial effort at politeness was Tater.

“You are dating Parson?” he asked Jack, still sounding partially disbelieving, the look on his face more betrayed than angry. “This boyfriend you be talking about. The one you love so much. That be Parson entire time?”

“Guilty,” Jack admitted, a red flush spreading across his cheeks. “I was totally going to tell you guys,” he explained to all of them. “But, somehow, uh, it never seemed like the right time. But we’re very happy together,” he said, the confidence in his voice increasing as he mentioned his relationship with Kent. 

Tater just shook his head. “Cannot believe you are boyfriends,” he said mournfully, casting a reproachful look Jack’s way. 

Kent smirked at him. “It so happens you’re in luck, Mashkov. We’re not boyfriends.”

“Really?” Tater perked up slightly but then frowned again as he remembered he didn’t actually trust Kent. “This is joke?”

“Hardly.” Kent waved a hand in the direction of all the Falcs, and even in the dim light, it was impossible not to see the gleaming metal band on his ring finger that was inlaid with numerous diamonds. “Jack’s not my boyfriend.” Nuzzling against Jack’s neck, he placed a possessive kiss to his throat before straightening and looking at them all with a smug gaze. “He’s my husband.”

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Our Fortnite Season 10 guide contains everything you need to know about Fortnite Season 10, with details on its theme, Battle Pass costs and rewards, map changes and more.

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Fortnite Season 10 is fast approaching, and developers Epic Games has already begun teasing players what’s to come.

As with every new season, Fortnite Season 10’s launch will no doubt bring a swathe of new content to the table. First and foremost, it’ll have a brand new Battle Pass to purchase which will feature tonnes of new cosmetic items to unlock.

Before Season 10’s release, we thought it a good idea to round up everything we know so far about what’s next for Fortnite: Battle Royale.

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Fortnite Season 10: What's new?

Fortnite Season 10 has arrived and it's introduced mechs, new skins and plenty of other goodies too. So without further ado, let's take a look at what's new:

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Trailers

Here's the story trailer:

And, here's the Season 10 Battle Pass trailer:

Below you'll find a quick breakdown of all the highlights from Season 10:

B.R.U.T.E

Big mechs, big missiles.



"Few suits make you feel as powerful as a mech suit does. In this two-person vehicle, players can control its movement while their partner controls its firepower. Those feeling extra adventurous can operate it solo by switching between moving and shooting!"

Here's how they work:

This vehicle can be operated by up to two players. If two players are operating it, one (the driver) controls movement, while the other (the gunner) rains down missiles and shotgun shots.The driver is able to: Dash into combat.Super Jump to victory. Stomp enemies and structures into the ground.Anything you would normally harvest will grant materials when destroyed.The passenger has two weapons at their disposal: a shotgun and a missile launcher.Shotgun Clip Size: 10. Damage: 50. Headshot Multiplier: 1.5xMissile Launcher Fires up to 10 missiles at once. Holding down Trigger will begin loading missiles. After releasing Trigger, or after 10 missiles have been loaded, all missiles will automatically fire.New Mechanic: Overshield Consumes 200 of any Material type to create a personal overshield for 5 seconds to protect you in the mech.

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Rift Zones

Old locations have returned with a twist!

"The Zero Point Explosion has made the island volatile! Locations once thought to be lost are beginning to appear, but they aren’t the same as they once were… Drop in and explore to discover what mysterious gameplay changes they have in store"

Below you'll find an image of the new map. We'll update this section with more info on the new and returning locations once we've had a chance to jump in ourselves:



Vaulted

Many fan favourites have been vaulted, goodbye Shadow Bomb, we'll miss you.

BallerQuad CrasherFlint Knock PistolShadow BombSemi-Auto SniperTactical Assault RifleMounted TurretAir StrikeItemized Glider Redeploy (still available in large team modes)

Missions

Missions are a series of "thematic objectives" which grant rewards upon completion. As you complete these objectives, you'll earn Battle Stars, XP and exclusive cosmetic items.

For a complete overview of all the small tweaks, Save the World changes and more, head on over to Fortnite's official Season 10 patch notes page.

Fortnite Season 10: Release Date

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Fortnite's first Season 10 teaser has confirmed that it'll arrive on Thursday 1st August.

If Fortnite Season 10 is anything like previous seasons, we should be in store for an early morning patch and a few hours of server downtime.

Here are the likely maintenance start times:

UK: 9am BSTEurope: 10am (CEST)East Coast US: 4am (EDT)West Coast US: 1am (PDT)

Fortnite Season 10: Teasers and Speculation

UPDATE: Leaked Season 10 cinematic

The full trailer for Fortnite Season 10 has been leaked by Fortnite Brasil, who accidentally posted it today - one day prior to launch.

Twitter user evaldokkkk clipped the video after it was tweeted out, and Lucas7yoshi cropped it for everyone to see:



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In the trailer we get a glimpse at objects of significance from seasons past, including Kevin the Cube, the butterfly and more. Right at the end of the trailer, we see the factories appear, a meteor suspended in the air and the phrase "Time's up" appear on screen.

Again, it's difficult to say what this all means, but there's no doubt Season 10 is bringing back old locations with a twist and more. We'll just have to wait and see what the "more" really is!

Season 10's third teaser reads, "Twist Time", and features what looks like an image of a female Drift skin as well as a robot Ragnarok skin. It's difficult to ascertain what this means, judging by the caption, we might be getting new "twists" on past and present .

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Teaser 2 reads, "Look Forward", and we're treated to a picture of a huge, futuristic mech. On top of old locations returning, it looks like we could be piloting monstrous mechs around the map as well.



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What's the meaning behind Season 9's Monster vs Mech battle?

In a similar vein to Kevin the Cube’s sudden inter-dimensional implosion in Season 6 and the Ice King’s frosty arrival in Season 7, another live event was staged on Fortnite’s map to mark Season 9’s close.

This time, players witnessed an epic battle between Cattus, a one-eyed kaiju-style monster and Doggus, a huge robot constructed in Pressure Plant throughout Season 9.

In ‘The Final Showdown’, Doggus defeated Cattus after a huge struggle, but not without swathes of the map having fallen victim to some serious damage.

It’s worth highlighting the climactic plot twist, in which Doggus plucked Neo Tilted’s statue from the ground, first revealing its true identity as a giant sword before cutting down Cattus once and for all. Of course, it flew off after a quick floss on the remains of the monster.

Cattus vs. Doggus, courtesy of postboxpat

This has led to a great deal of speculation as to the future of the island. The destruction brought about by this fight is sure to have a lasting impact, and the skeletal remains of the monster lies just southeast of Loot Lake. However, many buildings that were destroyed have been reconstructed on the map as the Fortnite World Cup, is due to kick off at the end of Season 9.

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Speaking of Loot Lake, it hosted a peculiar orb of energy after the robot harnessed the powers of the vault to defeat Cattus. Fans have been speculating ever since on what this could mean. It’s been noted that since the day of the battle, the orb has been periodically becoming more and more unstable, with cracks and pulsations increasingly emanating from it. Fortnite leaker FortTory confirmed that this is the case, indicating that upon Season 10’s launch, a big change could be in store.

Fortnite Season 10: How will the map change?

There is speculation that the orb and its destabilisation are building up to a large-scale destruction of the Fortnite map as we know it, paving the way for something completely new. Since Fortnite: Battle Royale’s release, Epic has avoided adding entire new maps, and preferred to iterate on the iconic model we’re all familiar with. However, fans will be waiting with baited breath to discover what could be a completely new environment to traverse and battle in.

Another line of speculation is that the orb above Loot Lake is actually a signal which could mean some time travel could be on the cards. Reddit user M-Seymour7 goes deeper into the theory, but essentially, Singularity used the power of the orb in the vault to create Neo Tilted and numerous other futuristic elements of the map.

She appeared to know that The Final Showdown would happen, and built the Neo Tilted sword in preparation. The orb, also known as the ‘Zero Point’, is now destabilising, and could potentially transform the map, in whole or in part, into older versions of itself. Only time will tell.

Of course, this also means that the Fortnite World Cup and Birthday celebrations will need to finish up by the time any major alterations or explosions occur.

Fortnite Season 10: New Graphics Card Requirements

In a recent update from Epic Games, they announced that the graphical requirements would be changing for the upcoming season. From Season 10, you will no longer be able to play Fortnite without a graphics card able to run Microsoft DirectX 11. This has always been a system requirement for Fortnite, but until now, older graphics cards have been supported.

What was included in Fortnite Season 9?

Let's take a look back at everything that was introduced with Fortnite Season 9. Hopefully, we can glean some information about what’s in store for us next season.

- Fortbytes, which allowed players to decrypt an image of Jonesy painting a mural as well as unlock rewards such as the Singularity skins.

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- Slipstreams were added to facilitate swift traversal of the Fortnite map. Gone are the days of trudging from one place to another.

- New locations: Neo Tilted and Mega Mall were added, as well as a few new ‘dig sites’.

- New guns: the Combat Shotgun, and the Storm Scout Sniper Rifle, which allows you to scope in and see the next location of the closing storm.

- Fortnite’s 2nd Birthday! See our guide to the birthday celebrations of Fortnite for more information.

- Overtime Challenges allowed players to gain more rewards than ever before, with the ability to unlock exclusive skins like Bunker Jonesy, Stratus, and Demi.

What can we expect from Fortnite Season 10?

Fortnite Season 10 will come with the standard release of new skins, and ones likely based on the theme of the season. If indeed the theme is apocalypse and destruction, then we will see cosmetics based on this, and fans will be excited to know how Epic Games makes that happen. Check back here for more information when we know more!

After the Final Showdown event, outlines of planes were spotted by fans, which means they might make a return in Season 10. It is expected that given what usually happens with each seasonal update, weapons will be added or removed from the game. Guns like the Burst SMG are widely despised by the community, so there’s a chance it will be switched out for either a new addition or one of the older weapons that have been put into the vault from previous seasons.

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Taipei Performing Arts Center by OMA

Taipei Performing Arts Center Building Photos, TPAC Taiwan, OMA Architecture Development, Architect

Taipei Performing Arts Center Building by OMA

Updated 13 May 2022 + 4 December 2021

Asia’s Most Important Cultural Development of 2022 & Taiwan’s New Landmark, Taipei Performing Arts Center, Designed by OMA, to Open in Summer 2022

Photos © OMA by Chris Stowers

Considered Asia’s most important cultural development in 2022, Taipei Performing Arts Center will open to the public in summer 2022.  The new spectacular landmark of Taiwan’s capital city will become the epicentre of the island’s vibrant contemporary culture where no subject matter and technical demand is off limits.

photograph © OMA by Chris Stowers

Taipei Performing Arts Center Design by OMA

Commissioned by the Taipei City Government to foster the development of the arts, the Center has been designed by a global team of the renowned architecture practice, Office for Metropolitan Architecture (OMA), led by Pritzker-Prize-winning architect Rem Koolhaas and David Gianotten, in collaboration with local architecture firm KRIS YAO | ARTECH and engineering company Arup.

The monumental 59,000-square-metre complex floats above the bustle of Taipei’s famous Shilin Night Market, renowned for its pulsating street life and as an international foodie destination.  The futuristic design shatters the standardised model of contemporary theaters and embraces inclusivity, reflecting the liveliness and open-mindedness of Taipei and its people.

photo © OMA by Chris Stowers

Taipei Performing Arts Center comprises three theaters plugged into a lifted central cube that invites the city’s street life on site.  The spherical 800-seat proscenium theater, Globe Playhouse, resembles a planet docking against the cube.  Grand Theater is a 1500-seat space for a wide variety of performing arts genres.  Opposite to it and on the same level is the 800-seat multiform theater, Blue Box, for the most experimental performances.  When coupled, the two theaters become the 2,300-seat Super Theater, a massive space with factory quality.  Equipped with facilities to meet the most challenging pyrotechnical demands of contemporary theater, the spaces have been specially designed to offer new theatrical opportunities.

The general public, with or without a ticket, is invited into the center through a public loop that runs through the theater’s infrastructure and production spaces typically hidden from view.  Portal windows along the loop allow visitors to peer into performances and technical spaces between the theaters.

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Taipei Performing Art Center will become the new headquarters for Taiwan’s numerous performing arts groups embracing cutting-edge theater, contemporary dance, musical theater, traditional opera and puppet theater, children’s theater as well as serve as a laboratory for cross art-form experimentations and new creations.

Liu Ruo-yu, Chairman of Taipei Performing Arts Center, said: ‘OMA has created for Taipei a world class arts centre for the world.  We look forward to welcoming audiences as well as artists from across the globe to work with Taiwanese artists to create new works that respond to most urgent issues facing our time.  We hope Taiwan will learn from the world through these international collaborations, as the world gains a greater understanding of the history, culture and people of Taiwan.’

Austin Wang, CEO of Taipei Performing Arts Center, said: ‘The opening of Taipei Performing Arts Centre is a major milestone for Taipei becoming an international cultural arts hub.  What started as an idea in 1997 and became a visual concept designed by OMA in 2007, is now an exciting reality for 2022 for all our public to enjoy.  Our mission is to become the centre of creativity for Taiwan’s contemporary life, where diverse talents and points of views across generations can mingle and flourish.’

David Gianotten, OMA Managing Partner – Architect said: ‘With three theaters plugged into a central cube and a public loop, Taipei Performing Arts Center creates new internal workings of performing spaces, inspiring unimagined theatrical possibilities.  This is a new kind of theater for artists, audiences, and the public to explore the creative life in novel ways.’

Rem Koolhaas, OMA Founding Partner said: ‘Taipei has a unique kind of creative energy that extends to every aspect of life.  Taipei Performing Arts Center, formed with a strong technical core and the more emotional theaters docked against it in mutual dependency, at once embodies new organization for theater, and works as a fresh, intelligent icon that encapsulates the city’s creativity.’

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About Taipei City, Department of Cultural Affairs

Taipei City Government’s Department of Cultural Affairs was established in 1999 as Taiwan’s first municipal department dedicated to culture.  The department’s role is defined by its four divisions:  International Affairs and Policy Making; Cultural Preservation and Heritage; Arts and Humanities; and Public and Community Art Development.

The department additionally oversees subordinate organisations including the Taipei Symphony Orchestra, the Taipei Chinese Orchestra, the Taipei Fine Arts Museum, the Taipei Cultural Center, the Taipei City Archives and Zhongshan Hall and the new Taipei Performing Arts Center.  Since its inception, the Department of Cultural Affairs of the Taipei City Government has brought significant issues regarding cultural policy to the public’s attention, and has been instrumental in presenting numerous public events to enhance the city’s cultural life.

OMA

OMA is an international practice operating within the traditional boundaries of architecture and urbanism. AMO, a research and design studio, applies architectural thinking to domains beyond. OMA is led by eight partners – Rem Koolhaas, Ellen van Loon, Reinier de Graaf, Shohei Shigematsu, Iyad Alsaka, Chris van Duijn, Jason Long, and Managing Partner – Architect David Gianotten – and maintains offices in Rotterdam, New York, Hong Kong, Doha, and Australia.

OMA’s completed projects include Axel Springer Campus in Berlin (2020), MEETT Toulouse Exhibition and Convention Centre (2020), WA Museum Boola Bardip in Perth (2020), Fondazione Prada (2018), and Qatar National Library (2018). Earlier buildings include CCTV Headquarters in Beijing (2012), Casa da Música in Porto (2005), and Seattle Central Library (2004). Current projects under construction are the renovation of Kaufhaus des Westens (KaDeWe) in Berlin, The Factory in Manchester, and the CMG Qianhai Global Trade Center in Shenzhen.

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Taipei Performing Arts Center in Taiwan

Taipei Performing Arts Center Tops Out in Taiwan

Design: OMA

Why have the most exciting theatrical events of the past 100 years taken place outside the spaces formally designed for them? Can architecture transcend its own dirty secret, the inevitability of imposing limits on what is possible?

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Pleasantly Blue (Last Night)

-Part of the “Repercussions Of An Earworm” series Characters: Megamind, Minion, Roxanne, Fillers (sorry fillers) Words:9700 (woo puppy) “Pleasantly Blue”, 4 Non Blondes, Bigger, Better, Faster, More!  Glitter and plushies and bruising oh my, Megamind wakes up in shambles without an ounce of recollection of last night. Minion tries to help him piece it together.

The first thing he feels is his stomach rolling. He’s not sure if he’s hungry, or needing to throw up really, really badly. Most likely both. The second thing he feels is his head splitting in half. With the throbbing of each of his heartbeats there is a lightning bolt of pain striking his skull, from behind one ear crossing around the back of his head to the other, pulsating with each pump of his heart. The third, is how it feels like he’s dying. Truly dying. His heart races as if it will give out at any moment, since it’s currently at 109 beats per minute. To the average human, that rate would be the result of an arbitrary exercise regimen, a brisk stroll through the park if you will. However, being as the resting heartrate for the all-inclusive Megamind was clocked in at 36 beats per minute, it sure did feel like one hell of a heart attack. He’s having difficulty opening his eyes, feeling as if they’ve been glued shut somehow, and regardless of the strain he puts into it he feels his efforts are fruitless. They remain closed. He listens intently, the gentle hum of electricity surging through the walls being the only familiar sound. He can feel the delicate caress of silk on his skin, the weight of a blanket or comforter pulled up to his chin and tucked underneath his right leg. His head feels to be at an elevated angle, his left leg hanging idly off the mattress with his booted foot planted firmly on the floor. He racks his brain for any recollection of the previous night, any hint to his whereabouts or what led him to his current situation. Reaching up with nimble fingers the weight of gravity fights against his arm as he tries to feel his face, finally forcing his eyes open to view his surroundings. There’s an air of familiarity to the teal covers on the bed he’s resting on, the lilac toned walls drawing nothing but a thoughtless blank from his mind. He turns his head as far as the angry little elf hammering away in his skull allows him to, coming face to face with a smiling whale shark on the pillow next to him. He blinks for a few seconds, then decides to succumb to the welcoming call of deep slumber, letting his eyelids fall prey to the enticing lure of gravity when a booming WHAM from behind him makes him lose all sense of security, snapping his head quickly towards the source of the sound that sends a fresh blooming pain across his field of vision. “What in the unholy hell?” he mutters to himself as he slowly looks over his shoulder again, finding his Minion hunched over a gym bag while leaning into a wall at the edge of the room. “Sorry Sir, didn’t mean to wake you,” his connate says with a sheepish smile. “Oh, that’s quite alright Minion,” Megamind assures him with a faint smile, a wave of relief flooding through the piscean. Then their faces turn quite the opposite. “You didn’t wake me so much as GAVE ME A GOD DAMN HEART ATTACK YOU NIT!” Megamind angrily proclaims, somehow finding the strength to yank the covers over his head dramatically.

After a few moments of strained silence, he kicks the sheets off to find he’s still fully clothed besides his belt buckle and right boot missing, and in something he does not recall having on when he left the lair last night. “What the hell am I wearing?” he mutters to no one in particular, looking at the unfamiliar get up that’s designed like most of his outfits except for the fact that there is a lot of buckles and straps on this suit, the boot he still has on embellished with spikes and silver engravings and what the holy shit are these flaps on my arms for?! he thinks to himself, lifting his arms and gazing at the fabric stretched from his wrists to his ribcage. Puzzled through the fog in his mind, he moves his legs over the edge of the bed as gingerly as he can muster, lying flat on his back just a second longer before hoisting himself up off the bed and to the floor stand mirror nearby, Minion taking a few steps into the room to rest the gym bag on the mattress. “You should rest Sir. You had, quite the long night yesterday,” Minion says objectively, eyeing Megamind as he attempts to hobble painstakingly slow towards the mirror. A solid minute of hobbling and he hasn’t moved any closer to the mirror, each step hindered by a crippling cramp through his calves and a hiss of pain from breathing in too deeply. “Yeah, with all that drinking I’m surprised you even woke up! We were so worried about you Miss Ritchie decided to cut early and head here to her apartment instead of trying to make it back to the lair-” “Wait, her place? -” is all Megamind is able to interject when the sudden feeling of his ribs imploding on themselves sucks all the air out of his lungs. Having reached the mirror he can finally assess the damage; heavy bags hang from underneath bloodshot eyes, a swelling bruise across his right temple that’s stretched around the back of his head. He’s pretty sure the ghost of dried blood on his lips and the crooked touch to his nose come from the same incident. He tries to lean into the mirror to take a closer look but the stabbing pain in his side stops him with a halt, having him straighten out and reach lamely for the clasp opening resting on his neck. After a few twitching struggles Minion steps behind his ward to help with lowering the zipper on his back, turning Megamind around to grab a hold of his suit by the wrists. The moment the suit arms slip off his elbows comes a flourish of glitter and cherry stems, as well as a drawn-out gasp from Minion eyeing his right side. With a slow turn, he looks over his shoulder first as his body slowly rotates in the same direction; a tender purplish green bruise is spread across his right ribcage, from his waist all the way up to the edge of his pectoral. “M-Minion. What the HELL in Hades name happened last night?” he asks calmly. Well, as calmly as his face can muster stoically. Minion eyes him wearily, robotic fingers tapping together as he struggles to meet his glare with a wry smile. “Well, Sir, it was a pretty long night.” _____ "Which! Nobody can de-ny!" Was sung loudly and very clearly throughout the expanse of the French restaurant, a crowd of waiters and kitchen staff eagerly shifting around the corner booth to congratulate and give their best wishes to their blue defender. Having cleared the table and left the group to head back to their stations, Roxanne let out a laugh after the servers for their song choice. Hiding behind his glass of wine with an embarrassed smile, Megamind fanned a hand towards Roxanne while a creeping blush bloomed on his cheeks. "You know you two didn't have to go through all this trouble for today,” he said while lifting his glass to his lips and nervously re-arranging the table setting. Again. "WHAT?" came simultaneously from across the table causing Megamind to cough into his drink. Good thing he didn't actually swallow yet. "Honey, it's your Birthday, of course we're making a big deal out of it. And look, we even got you a few things," Roxanne said, nudging Minion to lift his arms from beneath the table. From seemingly nowhere Minion raised his hands to reveal three gifts wrapped in silver foil and cerulean ribbon; a flat card the size of a check, a box smaller than his closed fist, and a sizeable cube Roxanne had to make room for on their table as to not push any of the dishes off onto the floor. Megamind eagerly eyed the largest of the three, straining to keep his eyes from constantly attacking the box. He kept himself in a cool composure as he slyly reached for the card first, making slow deliberate movements to not make it obvious he was itching to tear apart all his gifts at once (not obvious, totally not, look, cool as a pickle). The first one was a certificate from Minion to the outlet store in Romania that Megamind still received basic supplies and equipment from for research purposes. Yeah, strictly research. With a soft “thank you” to Minion, he blindly reached for the large box next only to have Roxanne shove the smaller one into his open hand, drawing a scowl from Megamind and a smug grin from her. Leaning into the booth with an exaggerated pout, he delicately pulled the ribbon and foil to reveal a cardboard box decorated with the familiar Starfleet insignia. Giving the rest of the foil a quick yank, he turned over the box to find a peek in window, allowing him to see the inside holding a small tumbler glass, just big enough to hold a few sips of a drink. The U.S.S. Enterprise was decorating one side, and on the other a still shot of Kirk with one hand raised over his head took up the entirety of the glass, "Beam me up, Scotty!" lettered underneath the picture. "I thought you'd get a kick out of it, otherwise I would've kept it for myself," Roxanne said with a smile. "You know Kirk never said that in any of the episodes, right?" Megamind asked with his own smile, and she responded with a giggling nod, "Yeah, and Vader never said ‘Luke’.” “That’s a dirty lie and you know it!” Megamind cut in with an accusing finger towards her, both holding their breath before letting out dual bellows of laughter. Momentarily distracted, Megamind perked back up at the sight of the large gift being slowly pushed towards his side of the table, almost bouncing out of his seat from excitement himself. The moment the box reached his grasp he tore into the wrapper and flipped the flaps of the non-descriptive cardboard box. His face stilled when he peered inside, his lips forming a small "oh" as he slowed his movements while staring into the contents. Both Roxanne and Minion had a hard time deciphering if his pasted smile was from sheer over excitement or dejection. She had a strained smile herself, flickering her eyes towards Minion who seemed to be sharing her same thoughts, if his cloned smile of hers was anything to go by. Roxanne spoke from the corner of her mouth, reaching a hand out towards Megamind's arm. "Megamind? Honey, you okay? If, if you don't like it-" "Like it? How," he whispered, jumping up suddenly as he yanked out the contents high in the air and raising his voice a few volumes startling their half of the restaurant, Roxanne snapping her hand back in a blink of surprise. "ILOVEITHOW'DYOUKNOW ohmyword-" and he ran off towards the direction of the restrooms, Minion jumping in a quick, "Sir! Don't forget your boots!" "THERE'S BOOTS?!?" Megamind continued to speak as far from an inside voice one could get while at a candlelit dinner. He leaned over the box and pulled out a pair of leather platform boots, straps and buckles that went well beyond the knees that accompanied the suit he had draped over his arms. He ran off with a blur of silvers and blues over leather to the men's room, nearly knocking over a maître d' along the way. Roxanne turned to Minion with an amused look of disbelief, both of them glad from the sudden reaction to the gift. "I think he likes it," she said with a smile, Minion replying "Of course he does. He might have an opinion or two to share about their “music”, but when it comes to showmanship no one has better stage presence than KISS. I just hope he doesn't mind the-" "IT HAS WINGS TOO!!!" Suddenly came from the opposite end of the building, assumptions leaning towards the restrooms. "Yeah, I don't think he minds," said Roxanne, smiling into her glass of wine. ______ “I remember that much, it’s what happened afterwards I’m lost about.” “Well,” Minion works up, his fingers tapping restlessly against each other. “Remember how we stopped by Fry’s that one time for the fiber optic cables? And you got to talking with Mike?” Taking the lack of response from Megamind as a queue to keep going, Minion does. “And he mentioned bar hopping, and you said you always wanted to head to Pub Fiction and he mentioned how a friend of his works there-” “Minion. Get to the point.” Minion coughs nervously, his arms swinging by his sides. “Well…” ______ “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” came from nearly every corner of the pub as hands holding glasses that were raised in the air were brought down to meet lips, Megamind placing his glass down sharply on the wooden table with a lopsided smile as the group he was with each gave him their own form of congratulations. “Sir, you sure you don’t want to, slow down? You seem to be taking an awful lot of those so closely together…” “Nonsense my dear filet mignon! These creamy little concoctions don’t mean any harm!” Megamind rebutted with a shake of the little glass tumbler, knocking it over to roll around the surface when failing to set it down properly. “Minion is right, Megs. Just because you can’t taste it doesn’t mean the alcohol isn’t there,” Roxanne warned while gazing over the sea of glasses already accumulated on the table. “How, many of those are yours anyway?” With a gaze of intense focus he shot his arm out towards the table, dividing the score of glasses sloppily in half and pulling the ending result towards himself. “You drank THAT many already? HOW? We LITERALLY just walked in, not even ten minutes ago!” “That’s our bad, ma’am, we each promised him a round for his birthday,” responded the man closest to Megamind, fidgeting with the end of his Star Wars shirt. Megamind clapped him on the shoulder, bringing him in with a sideways hug while fanning Roxanne off with a weak wrist. “No apologies Mike, ‘s no big deal. These little thingies aren’t so bad, the-, what’d you say they’re called?” A mop-haired guy next to Mike replied with an adjustment of his glasses, “I believe they’re called ‘buttery nipples’ mister Megamind, Sir.” In mid nod of agreement, he stopped with a shock and flung his arms over his chest as his hands cupped his pectorals, a stricken look of shock and offense stretched across his face. “Why, I have never!” Roxanne smacked his hands from his chest with a roll of her eyes. “Just keep yourself situated while I get us some water, will you?” He shifted on his feet, dropping to the seat under him with a pout. “You’re just jealous because he didn’t compliment your nipples.” The smile she was biting back burst into a wide grin as she lightly tapped the back of her hand once over Minion’s furry shoulder, he himself distracted by a comic held face high. Which of course ended up being slapped at light speed across the table’s surface. “Keep an eye on him for me?” “Of course Miss Ritchie,” he assured her with a smile, turning his attention to his ward, who was stacking the shot glasses into various pyramids. With a lighthearted sigh, he rolled his eyes away from Sir towards the group that welcomed them to the bar, all of which were lead in by Mike. “Thanks again for bringing us out tonight. I, know Sir can be a handful, so apologies ahe-” “No! No-no, the thanks is ours, please!” Mike cut in with an eager wave of his hand. “I mean, it’s not every day we get to celebrate our defender’s birthday!” he continued as the group nodded in simultaneous agreement, everyone turning to face Megamind, who was laughing at a knocked over pyramid. “Although, we should probably be apologizing to you. I didn’t realize the alcohol would get to him so fast-” “Nah, it’s no big deal. These shots are weaker than wine when it comes to the A.B.V. What gets him is the sugar.” A sharp stream of clinking sounds made everyone turn to Megamind who was stacking and unstacking the shot glasses in various patterns and heights, ending with four stacks of three glasses and slapping both palms on the tabletop as he shouted “Time!”. “Sir, no one’s keeping time,” Minion pointed out lamely. Megamind had a dazed look of surprise as he returned his attention to the glasses. “Sometimes his body doesn’t know what to do with all that energy. It gets a little hard to keep track of him buzzed and hyped up.” A tap of his glass returned his attention back to Sir, sitting at the edge of the table with his arms crossed flatly against his chest. “I’m bored.” “Here,” the alien fish responded with a toss of the comic book towards his partners blue hands. “Read this.” Satisfied with Sir distracted on trying to figure out which way was up, he turned back to his four hosts sitting across from him clustered on the other end of the square table. The smallest of the group, a young woman with a grape colored pixie cut (who from introduction Minion found out was the one who worked there), laughed at the sight and turned to Mike. “Reminds me of the time Georgie boy here got too giddy on the tequila,” she cajoled with an elbow towards the mop-haired gentleman between them, the man (Minion assumed was Georgie) blushing a furious scarlet. “Which one?” Mike replied with an elbow into Georgie’s other side, the group laughing together when a loud slap of paper against the table top drew their attention back to Megamind. “Done.” Trying to buy more time for distraction, Minion placed the comic back into Sir’s hands, looking around eagerly before eyeing a shelf a couple of tables behind them lining the entirety of the bar’s wall. “Why don’t you, see if there’s anything else up for grabs over there? I heard a rumor they have a first edition of Fantastic Four somewhere in there.” Minion breathed a sigh of relief when Sir’s eyes lit up with excitement. “You mean the one where they fight the Mole Man? Why didn’t you say so earlier!” The smaller alien said as he sprinted towards the comic shelf, going through each sleeve and taking in the contents of each magazine in a matter of seconds. “Well shit,” laughed the purple haired woman, “he’s practically inhaling those books.” “Yeah-, he can scan a page at 25 hundred words a minute. And that’s when he’s not on a sugar high.” “Yeah, no, George fell of an electric bull before they even turned it on,” Mike replied, drawing more laughter from the group. From across the table sat a man with a clean-shaven head and a soft brown goatee, quick to point out, “Hey, don’t blame him, he’s not the fastest in the league sober either. Took him a while before he realized checkers and chess are not the same game.” “You’re one to talk, Cruz, we had to go three rounds of one-on-one before we could end the game right because you kept misspelling H.O.R.S.E.” George rebutted, Mike raising his hand to share a high-five. From behind Cruz came Roxanne balancing six glasses of iced water in her arms, swiftly placing them down on the table without a spill. “Well Miss Ritchie, you sure do have a talent for a balancing act,” Minion couldn’t help to say with surprise. “Yep. A year of waiting tables forces you to learn how to utilize body parts you never knew you could balance things on.” “Wait, you waitressed? I don’t recall ever seeing that in any of your files,” responded Minion in disbelief. Roxanne simply shrugged her shoulder. “Kept it off the books, back when I was struggling to make ends meet while in school. Not easy interning without any income, y’know? Boss thought it would be easier on both of us to keep it under the table, out of sight out of mind.” “Speaking of which,” she muttered, eyeing everyone around the table, starting and ending with Minion before taking a glance underneath the table. “Minion. Where’s, Megamind?” The pisceans face fell as he swam around in his bowl to look behind the suit, everyone else moving in their seats to shoot a rapid glace at the empty spot where Sir had been mere moments before rampaging through the book shelf. All that remained were piles of graphics and paperbacks stacked in various neat piles on the floor. “Fish sticks.” “Trish, why didn’t you say anything?” Mike called out offensively. “Me?!” she exclaimed, raising a finger towards Cruz. “If anything it’s his fault, he’s got clear view of the shelf!” Cruz held a distant gaze over everyone’s head, blinking out of his blank expression with a “Huh?”. “Just, come on,” groaned Trish, standing with a shove of her chair as everyone followed suit, Roxanne long gone into the maze of Tv’s and arcade machines that took over the other half of the building. It didn’t take long for them to track down the only blue man in a full leather-and-metal outfit. All they had to do was follow the steady smacking of plastic buttons accompanied by the occasional thwump. Turning around the corner of a Galaga machine, the group found their defender hunched over a game of Stacker, punching down the machines button to stack the boxes faster than the computer could process its “woo-hoo!” sound efficiently as he made his way to the top flawlessly. He stared at the screen intently with unbroken focus as his mouth worked around a twizzler hanging from his lips. They weren’t staring at his seamless stride at pulling yet another top tier prize, it was the fact that the unused pool table behind him was already littered with claimed prizes from the machine, which was now well on its way of being emptied out. He let out a satisfied grunt as something from one of the top prize prongs dropped to the claim box, bending over to reach through the receiving flap and turning around with a smug grin plastered across his face when he looked up to see Roxanne and the group standing right behind him. His girlfriend and brother with not-so-entertained expressions on their faces. He clutched the blue prize (of course) tightly to his chest, his grin dropping faster than the twizzler could meet the floor. “Megamind,” she said sternly, eyeing the prizes on the pool table everyone else already seemed to be combing through before turning her attention back to him. “What, what’re you doing?” He shifted nervously from one foot to the other, his fingers working on the soft felt of whatever it was in his hands while his eyes darted everywhere but to her. Shooting his arms out towards her he held the plush item at eye level where she could finally see it was a teddy be- “A, whale shark?” she asked. He nodded eagerly and turned it over in his hands so she could see the other side, a hard plastic covering its back with star cutouts in the molding itself. “I know you think sharks are cute, and this one doubles as a night light by shining stars on the ceiling, and I thought of you because you like to sleep with the bathroom light on, and-” he stopped himself short, lowering his eyes to stare at their feet. She took the plush in both hands gently, leaning over to place a kiss on his ridiculously considerate nose. “Love, we’re supposed to out here celebrating your birthday, it’s supposed to be about you. You shouldn’t be giving me gifts.” She stepped aside between him and Minion, looking over the mess their group was making out of the cheap electronics, plushes and nickel toys strewn across the green velvet. “And why is the pool table covered in those?” He laughed nervously, an index finger working an itch on his chin. “Eh, heh, ah. They were in the way.” She rolled her eyes away from him and towards the shark in her arms as he went off. “But you wouldn’t know how surprisingly easy it was to get them all! I mean, sure there’s a glitch where only after every fifth play does ALL the lights come on but all you have to do is give it a kick for every third button press and why are you laughing?” he stopped to ask with a confused frown, Roxanne smiling into the plush with a restrained giggle. “Nothing, nothing, just. You.” He still held his head with a tilt as she ran her hand over his head with an affectionate rub, dropping her arm over his shoulders. “Let’s figure out what to do with this mess, and then we’re getting you water, mister.” _____ “That doesn’t seem so bad,” Megamind says with a shrug, sitting on the edge of the bed with a towel underneath him to catch the stray debris he shook off. “And then we got kicked out,” Minion says blatantly. With a coughed snort, Megamind looks up to him with a dubious squint. “What, are you talking about, how?!” ______ “Getting a little timid here. I’m aching to start a fight with some jocks, you guys in for a last round?” Mike mentioned as everyone finished the last of their drinks and waters. They stood from the table and walked to the bar to close off their separate tabs, each taking turns arguing who got to cover which tab and no one really paying any mind to the guest of honor. Until a bubbling mess of hot foam started creeping over the bar and everyone turned towards the evil genius laughing besides them while holding a set of display beakers foaming over everywhere. “Nobody light a match. This stuff is flammable,” is all he said through fits of giggles. ______ “Well shit. Do we owe them for any damages?” Megamind asks with an apologetic smile. Minion quickly waves a hand, attempting to fan away Sir’s worries. “The guy was incredibly cool about it, I mean I know it was tempting for you to resist the miniature chemistry set they had on display on the counter. Although he couldn’t figure out why they had thirty volume developer and yeast at the bar, something about how Trish needs to stop doing her hair in the back on her days off and another waiter of theirs sometimes tries to make bread. Tries.” Megamind has a blank “oh” of understanding, his head nodding limply. “There wasn’t any damage done really, but the guy said kicking you out was more of a show. He figured we didn’t want to be around when the cops showed up, since someone called them. Which was considerate of him considering what happened at the next place.” “What happened at the next place?” Megamind questions with a frown. ______ "Alright, who do I get to apricot first?" Megamind declared when his feet landed inside the bar doors, fists rolling in a sloppy Popeye stance.

The group of geeks shifted on their feet uncomfortably, Cruz breaking out in a whistle suddenly interested in the brick wall, Mike rubbing a hand behind his neck as he spoke out. "Megamind? I was joking about the whole, 'starting a fight' thing. It's an inside joke, a code we use when we want to head out to a sports bar." Looking deflated, Megamind nodded his head in understanding, lowering his fists to his side. "So, just a code between you guys? No fighting?" "No fighting," he assured. Megamind looked minutely upset, but soon sprung back with a smile. "Hey, at least we don't have to deal with any dunderheads while we're here." The group seemed to visibly sigh in relief as a whole, Mike giving a smiling nod himself as he pat Megamind on the shoulder and took the group in to their seats. Megamind smiled as they passed by, leaning his head back to direct a whisper over towards his brother. "Minion. Why didn't they say 'code' when declaring the order to come here?" "Sir, I believe it's in their secret language to not mention 'code'". "But that's preposterous. How would they know it's code?" Megamind questioned, raising his hands and arms up in an overdramatized shrug as they followed behind the others. Having settled around a standing table with their drinks in hand (Megamind being denied any alcohol and instead settling on a Shirley temple with the condition that it included a speared cherry), they were well in the middle of a Jenga game George had found off on the side, a round of truth or dare stamped on each brick distracting them. Cruz was sitting on Mike’s lap for the round, and Megamind had attempted to blow a raspberry on Minion’s gorilla suit when Roxanne knocked over the stack with her pull, ending the game with a crash and laughter from the table. She stood to head to the bar and close off what they had left opened when Minion gently placed his hand over her shoulder to stop her. “I’ll go on and check the tab, after the way I ended up losing him in the last place it might be best you just wait here with Sir,” he clarified with a small smile as he walked away towards the registers. After a few minutes of waiting on the bartender and finally having closed their tab, the sound of shouting and a smashed glass made Minion turn around in time to see someone do a somersault over a table and Sir take a shot from a drink before throwing the glass towards a group of men surrounding him, body slamming into one of them as the others joined in his defense. His hands flying to grip his dome in a panic, he couldn’t help but gape at the chaotic mess; bodies flying over one another as Trish threw a stray punch connecting with the jaw of one of the men in a jersey and Cruz clearing a table with another. “I was gone for just two minutes! Literally two!” After a few people (but mainly Minion) pulled the fighters apart and the group rejoined at the entrance, Mike tried to clarify what happened as they pulled on their jackets to head out into the winter evening once more. “Some guy bumped into Megamind and knocked over his drink. He was upset he dropped his cherry before he could take a bite out of it, demanded the jock buy another. One thing led to another, insults were tossed around and-” “CHEESE IT!” Megamind yelled while running through the group and bursting out the front door, a slow growing growl from a crowd behind them rushing them to put their coats on faster and bolting out through the door after him. - They walked along the streets towards the next place they had in mind, Cruz mentioning the open mic and small stage set up in the underground bar would make it a fun deal. It wasn’t until they rounded a corner did someone turn back to gaze over the group and did a double take behind them. “Wha-, where the hell did he get that?!” Trish exclaimed with a raised finger. Everyone turning behind to look at whoever was in the back noticed Megamind walking up to them with a surplus sized jar of maraschino cherries held in one arm, the other taking a bite of a cherry and popping the stray stem into his suit. “What the hell, where did you get that? Did you, DID YOU TAKE IT FROM THE BAR?” Exclaimed Roxanne with a frantic wave of her free arm that wasn’t tucked into herself for warmth. “Sir, why are you putting the cherry stems into your suit?” Minion asked with curiosity. Clearing out his mouth from the other cherries he had quickly popped in, he tucked the stems into the slip of his neck and eyed them all with confusion, as if the answer was clear enough. “I don’t wanna leave a trail for th’ bartender t’ follow us, ‘f course.” ______ Megamind slits his eyes towards Minion, his mouth strained in a small puckered pout while he holds an outstretched hand in his direction as a silent question. “I dunno Sir, drunk logic?” Minion shrugs. ______ They had fought with Megamind to get rid of the rest of the cherries, seeing as the bouncer at the next bar wouldn’t let them in with the jar, as well as they didn’t want him reaching his peak sugar high again. Once inside the group had separated in different directions, Cruz leading way towards the stage to make a selection over who got to sing next, Mike and George heading to the bar and Minion standing beside Roxanne at a table not far from everyone else, Megamind pouting frustratingly the entire time. Over on the small makeshift stage that took up a corner of the bar stood Trish flubbing a few bars of “I love rock and roll” as a few people stood around to watch the spectacle, clapping along to the rhythm and swaying loosely into each other. Back by the table Roxanne and Minion couldn’t help but stare at Megamind, concerned looks on their faces as they both noticed his odd behavior once the singing started. He was muttering to himself, arms crossed and one hand fisted over his mouth as he continued his one sided conversation no one else could hear. “Sir?” “Honey, what’s wro-“ And without warning he tucked into himself, dropping immediately to the glossy (and not very clean looking bar floor) as he started rolling around the floor with a look of determination. "Megs, no, stop it, honey get, get up, what-are-you-even," Roxanne begs, hands held out to her sides palm up. She bites back a laugh as she watches her boyfriend roll around the bar floor, not sure of what the hell was in that last drink he shot. "Megamind! What. Are. You. Do-ing?" She asks sternly, trying her dammest not to give in to his goof. He stopped abruptly on his side, looked over his shoulder towards her feigning innocence as he calmly replied "I'm doing rock and roll." She deadpanned him, her hands still held out to her sides as she dropped one to her waist and raised the other to pinch the bridge of her nose, not being able to control the rolling laughter bubbling up her chest. Megamind looked as confused as ever, standing up and dusting himself off as he marched towards the bar, Roxanne folding over herself as tears blurred her vision. Following closely behind, Minion hovered over Megamind briefly while turning over in his suit to make sure Miss Ritchie was okay behind them, stray claps here and there filling in the noise of the bar as Trish had finished up the last of the lyrics with a leg split. Or an attempt of one, by the looks of the face she made. Minion turned back in time to see Megamind gulp a beverage down and reach eagerly for the spare microphone next. ______ “Wait. Stop right there. Minion, are you telling me that I sang? Karaoke? As in, I actually grabbed the mike and sang from the bar-“ “Actually Sir, you got on stage.” “…You’re SHITTING me.” “Uh, no, Sir? I’m pretty sure that’s physiologically impossible-“ “Minion, I could NOT have been that drunk to walk away from the bar and perform in front of an audience!” “Sir, you were so drunk you started booing yourself after messing up the first three lines of ‘Don’t Stop Believing’ and by then Miss Ritchie and I were over each other trying to get you down.” Megamind holds a fisted hand to his mouth, tight with disbelief. “Journey?” he whispers, hoping against hope he heard Minion wrong. Minion dead eyes him with a solemn nod, making him throw his hands in the air with a yelp of denial. “Yes! Of course! And then?!” he asks, waiting for Minion to list any other disturbances he might’ve caused for the night. “Well, while we were passing underneath a Marquee you thought it hilarious to change the sign to ‘whale baculum’. No one got it except for George, who so happens to be a Marine Biologist.” Megamind snorts with a chuckle, biting back a grin. “You also somehow disappeared into a ball-pit at another club, I have no idea who thought it would be smart to have a ball-pit of all things near alcohol. We pulled you out as you pummeled us with plastic balls, and no one really knew how you got your hands on eyeliner.” “I wasn’t done up by then? I’m surprised I went that long without it,” Megamind said dismissively, pulling his pinkie along the inside of his tear duct to clear it. “I mean everything was going well,” Minion continued. “Until you tried to prove to someone you could play darts without looking.” “Because I can,” Megamind states with his eyebrows furrowed as he drops his hand and ever so slightly raises his nose in the air. “What’s wrong with that?” ______ “Megamind you can’t cover your eyes with your hand while playing darts,” Roxanne griped while he balanced a dart by its needle on his finger. “Sure I can, watch.” He tossed the dart in the air, making a swift catch and throwing in full speed towards a cork board across the bar, one hand planted firmly over his eyes the entire time. “YOOOOO,” someone yelled out from behind them, a lone pumping fist raised in the sea of heads the only thing they could see from the person. “Do, do that again!” the slurring voice cheered with a sluggish wave, making Megamind smile with all the confidence his drinks have given him. With a cocky grin, he proceeded to lift his hand again to cover his eyes, Roxanne slapping the other hand as he tried to grasp for another dart. With grunts and pouts he managed to snag another metal and plastic needle to throw towards the board, this one landing much closer to the center bullseye. Catching the attention of a few passerby’s, he continued his performance of showmanship with multiple darts and various methods of blinding himself, one after another the darts seamlessly reaching the end target. That is, until the owner of the lone fist clapped Megamind on his shoulder just as he was in mid throw with the latest dart, making a clean path towards their group standing against the wall and planting firmly into one of their knees. Over the hollering their friend was giving out, everyone around Megamind stared in disbelieving horror as the fist pumping instigator leaned into his ear to whisper “Double or nothing says you can’t do that again.” And Megamind responded with a sly smile and a twirl of the next dart in his hand. ______ Palm planted firmly on his face, he mutters around his hand, “So then?” “Well,” Minion looks off to the side, his fingers never ceasing their tap dance, “You proved that kid wrong, but George didn’t want to hang out with us anymore after having a second dart lodged into his knee.” Megamind drags his hand down his face, pulling eyelids and both cheeks along when he stops midway with a thoughtful pause. “That was George? I thought George was the one with the shaved head?” “No no, that’s Cruz. George had the glasses and the moppy hair.” “I thought that was Mike.” “Mike had glasses too, but also had the R2-D2 shirt- Wait, no, besides the point, you stabbed Mike’s friend. Twice. You better find yourself lucky they had all claimed it was the best night ever just moments before.” Megamind slits his eyes with doubt. “Why?” “Well. We, uh, were about to leave a dance-club in lower midtown when you walked by a confetti cannon. They were getting them prepped up for New Year’s. You thought it was for your birthday,” Minion clarified with a sheepish grin. “There was glitter and balloons everywhere.” Megamind simply nodded in understanding, connecting the dots to where the glittery mess inside his suit had spontaneously appeared from. He rested himself on the edge of the bed to secure a grip on the remaining boot, struggling to give it a yank off with half of the buckles still tightly strapped. Giving a forcible yank he threw it carelessly over shoulder and stared at his exposed feet with contemplation. “What, happened to my other boot?” ______ "Minion, he's starting to become dead weight and I'm not sure if it's on purpose," Roxanne groaned with the struggle of keeping a sagging Megamind from dragging more than just his feet across the pavement. "We should be heading back to the Lair and get him into bed soon," Minion voiced with worriment as he looked around the emptying streets. "What time is it?" he asked. Roxanne lifted Megamind's dead arm to look at his watch, dropping it back on his side with a limp. "Time to get his sorry butt out of the cold. Minion, can you, ngh, take him while I try to get us a taxi? I have no idea where he's getting the extra weight from." Motioning with his open arms to take over Megamind's limp body, Roxanne walked over to the curb as Minion held the blue man up in a standing position, bringing him back into consciousness without the notice from either of his caretakers. Roxanne backed from the approaching vehicle and leaned into the window to speak with the cabbie, when the back passenger door flew open to Megamind trying to scramble into the back seat. Startled, the cab driver sped off into the downtown grid as Megamind ran behind it, stumbling to a stop and struggling to take off his right platform boot. "Racist!" He yelled, chunking the boot as far into the night as he could before taking off running after it again, having his ward and girlfriend trail after him once more. ______ "I, vaguely remember hotdogs somewhere in there. Was that before or after?" Megamind asks through the open bathroom door, warm water running as he scrubs furiously at the glittery foam refusing to dislodge from underneath his nails.

______ Hobbling up to a lone hotdog vendor with a limp Megamind being dragged by Minions arms, Roxanne fumbled through her purse to get enough change for a few franks. "Oh, that's where he got the eyeliner from," she muttered to herself. "How the hell...?" Minion was startled to a jolt when Megamind's body jerked forward in an attempt to faceplant the pavement and the poor ichthyoid raced against his instincts to hold him in place. "I, believe that he's had one too many, ma'am," the middle-aged man said behind the steam well of the cart as Roxanne handed over the mess of cash she managed to fish out of her purse. "Yeah, and I believe you're correct," she replied with a slight, thanking him for stating the obvious. "I BELIEVE I CAN FLY!" Megamind suddenly shouted loud enough to startle everyone to a jump and Minion to let go of him slightly through mental shock, the blue man lunging forward to a bank of snow they stood next to and landing face first into the frozen pile of water with a soft crunch of ice against ice. With an inward sigh, Roxanne turned her attention back to the cart man and asked Minion to "go make sure he's okay." A few shuffling steps forward and Megamind started to give a few struggled and weak attempts to move his limbs to create a snow angel, muffled sounds that sounded like singing coming from his face buried into the frost. "Doe thof, eh meee wen. Ho don oo ah eeyay-yeah." Minion lifted Megamind who was in the middle of giving a swaying jerk with his limbs and butt in an attempt to dance in the air as his singing slowly turned into hollering, his eyes remaining closed the entire time. "Streetlight, peoplOH-AH-OOOWOAAAAAH!!!" Standing behind the gorilla robot suit holding the singing alien up in mid-air, Roxanne took another deep breath with a slow head shake, arms full of foil wrapped hotdogs.

______

"That was before, because we couldn't keep up with you until you slipped on a patch of ice and landed on your face. Then we agreed to get some food after spotting it just around the corner," Minion replies. “Consider yourself lucky the group had split before then, otherwise you’d never hear the end about your fascination with Journey. Hearing it once out of you was enough.”

Having cleared himself of most of the glittery mess and combed through for any stray cherry stems, he shakes himself out of his birthday suit, the leather one, and makes his way sluggishly towards the gym bag propped on the bed in search for fresh clothing.

He has to stop for a moment, since the stabbing pain is back on his side like a stuck splinter.

“Okay,” he breathes, turning to face Minion as he sits on the mattress to ease the pain.

“What was the grand finale?”

Minion’s eyes dart from his brothers to the blooming bruise on his torso, and back up to meet his eyes.

“How do I put this gently-”

______

“Where. Is. HE.”

Elbowing her way through a crowd inside a balcony bar, Roxanne rages with fuming anger.

“I knew we should’ve followed him in, ‘I need to pee’ my ass, when I get my hands on his skinny neck-”

They burst through the trickle of people milling around on the inside, multiple levels dedicated to outdoor seating and even through the horrid winter blizzard there was still patrons sitting out underneath heating lamps.

Which is where they heard the chanting coming from.

“-lord, o-ver-lord, o-ver-lord-”

“No, nonono what is he up to NO,” Roxanne rushed through people standing shoulder to shoulder blocking the French doors, eager to join the chanting outside.

Making way through the doors she scanned the patio in hopes to eye her blue idiot of a boyfriend, but no such luck to find the leather and metal dressed alien.

Both she and Minion did however notice everyone staring up to the roof, pointing and cheering on to whatever was going on behind them, and they were terrified of turning around.

Up there through the snow fall and the strings of patio lights they saw Megamind standing on the edge, one of the light strings gripped firmly in one hand and the other waving eagerly to the awaiting crowd below him when he spotted them and pointed down with barely restrained excitement.

“Hey, hehehey! There, so-see th-at, th’rs Minion, th’ mos fan-tatical fish any dominering ov’r lord could as for. ‘N there, th’rs my girl-fren, the fabulous Rossane Ritchie, th’ mos amazin’ woman ’n th’ worl’.”

“Shit,” they both muttered, realizing someone had given him more alcohol by the time they had found him.

“Honey,” Roxanne called out with worry, “However you got yourself up there, could you please come down the same way?”

“Don’ worry Rossane, deese wing thingies shul give me ‘nough resist’nce to glide righ ov’r da crowd,”

“No, Megamind, sweetheart that’s not what they’re meant for-”

“Sir, could you please-”

“I’m coming down!” Megamind called out, firming his grip with both hands on the string of lights before adjusting his footing on the edge of the roof.

“Megamind NO!”

“SIR!”

“BEAM ME UP, SCOTTY!" He called out one last time, giving a crouched jump to his guardian’s horror down below and leaping off the roof.

They both held their breath as they watched him reach the end of the string and using the full momentum carried himself to the railing at the end of the patio they stood on.

Both Roxanne and Minion nearly died when his feet planted firmly on the guardrail and he turned around with an elaborate swing of his free arm, balancing on the thin bar and continuing to show off by bowing deeply in their direction.

“Minion we have to get him before he hurts himself. Again,” Roxanne said as she started to make way towards the end of the patio.

One hand gripping firmly on the string lights, the other pumping up and down furiously, his face was turned away from the cheering crowd when someone shouted out “GIVE THAT MAN A BEER!”. He turned towards the voice, letting go of the string of lights and raising his hand in expectation of a drink.

Instead an unopened can of beer was lobbed from the other direction, straight into his right temple, making him loose his balance.

And Megamind tipped over backwards, fate making sure his ribs hit every railing on the way down.

______

“And then we hauled your unconscious body back here.”

Dragging his hands down his face (seeming to be his favorite show of frustration), Megamind is joking when he asks, “And that wasn’t the end of it, was it?”

Minion isn’t when he responds “You leaned over Miss Ritchie’s banister and threw up all over the kitchen.”

Megamind turns around, hands still on his face, a look of unbelieving horror.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“NO.”

“YES,” Minion assures him sternly, motioning with his head rolling towards the rail for his hungover brother to take a look himself.

Megamind’s hands never leave his face when he finally leans over the railing; in fact they curl themselves over his mouth to hold back the shock and disappointment in himself.

“You missed a spot,” is all he’s able to whisper after finding his voice, Minion joining him to look over the banister and seeing the area his arms did not reach when giving a wipe-down.

“Darn.”

They hear the footsteps come up before they can mentally prepare themselves for the backlash they both will soon be receiving. Even Minion is in the middle of reeling into the protection of his suit when he remembers

he’s

not the one that threw up everywhere last night.

That still doesn’t make it any less scary that she’s on her way up.

Before Megamind can make it to the safety of the bedcovers, Roxanne kicks the door open. Her face is knotted and huffed at first, until she smiles apologetically towards Minion and asks for help with the tray of food she’s struggling to carry in both hands.

Both men don’t make their tense confusion be known right away, weary of her eventually snapping at either of them at any given moment.

Minion helps Roxanne by placing the tray on her vanity, nearly clearing the table in the process with the amount of panicked anxiety coursing through his small body. Freed from the tray she gives her hands a little stretch and turns to Megamind standing in the middle of the bedroom, her face breaking out into a soft smile and shoulders dropping with relief.

“Thank god you’re okay.”

Megamind lets out a little peep of confused fear, for it’s not necessarily the reaction he was expecting from her, especially not the way she’s rushing towards him with open arms to envelope him in a tight embrace.

“I, am. Yes. Completely-, fine?”

“You sure? You took some damn falls a few times last night, we were almost afraid of letting you go to sleep.”

“It wasn’t much, I’ve been in worse situations before,” he assured her with a tight smile. “But I don’t think I got enough sleep, although I should probably eat as well. The memories of what happened last night are still a little, hard of putting together.”

“Well just make sure to get some rest, okay sweetheart?” she nearly begs with the same sugary sweet tone, her hands hovering in want to caress his face but afraid she will further any injuries and bruising, settling on giving him a quick peck on his uninjured cheek.

Widened eyes following Roxanne walk out of the bedroom door, Megamind gapes at the doorframe his girlfriend just walked back through.

“Minion?” he squeaks. “What,

exactly

, happened last night? After you got back?”

Minion can’t seem to pick his jaw up high enough to mouth his wording correctly.

“Honestly Sir, I have no idea. She wouldn’t say much after I arrived with your things, just seemed to be focused on cleaning up and getting a meal put together. I’ll, be downstairs getting everything else in order, you should eat and get some more rest.”

Minion gives Megamind another firm nod of his head before disappearing through the bedroom door leaving behind his confused (and struggling to be sober) brother.

He settles on the vanity chair and blankly stares at the alphabet soup floating nonsensical gibberish, almost mocking him for his inability to recall the happenings of last night.

Letting out a deep sigh he’s been holding back for too long, he gives in to the tempting scent the soup carries over, letting his blanking thoughts pass with the assumption whatever he did last night to pacify Roxanne was probably for the best anyway.

______

.last night.

"I'll be back momentarily, Miss Ritchie!" Minion bellowed from the living room, followed by the sound of the front door closing.

Roxanne turned to the sleeping mound of leather and limbs splayed over the collection of plushies that took over her side of the bed, gentle breathing and fluttering of eyelashes a contrasting vision in sight of their chaotic night.

"What am I going to do with you?" she muttered to herself with a smile as she leaned over him once more.

She drew the covers of her bed back to allow space for Megamind, adjusting the pillow underneath his slumbering head. Moving his limp body in place she pulled at his waist to un-do the belt holding his suit together, getting it halfway off before Megamind snapped awake and startled Roxanne by fighting with her, his hands clutching at her wrists as she struggled to get his belt off.

“Megs, urgh, Meg-Megamind. MEGAMIND. I, honey I have to, get. This. Off-…” she uttered between grunts and spasms while fighting his feeble attempts to stop her from undressing him between his own whines and cries of refusal.

“Stop, don’t-no, please-“

“Megamind I need to-“

“You don’t understand-“

“Sweetheart I know it’s been a long night but-“

“I can’t just take it off-“

“I can help you if you just-“

“I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!” he yelled.

“…what?” Roxanne asked, her hands holding the belt in mid-air as Megamind curled into a tight ball at the head of the bed’s baseboard.

“I understand it might be hard to resist my, incredibly-handsome-and-devilish-charm but I do say your feminine wiles will not,

tempt

me, to indulge in the path of unfaithfulness,” he rushed as he scrambled to hide behind one of the many stuffed animals littered across her bed.

Her hand held his belt well over her head, her eyes looking everywhere before settling on his hands shielding his curled neck.

“Megamind?” she asked softly, lowering her hand to place the belt gently on the bedside table so as to not startle him. Her hands hovered with open palms over the covers, waiting for Megamind to lift his eyes and take a good look at her. Only when he did, did she move her hands to grasp the blanket and motion for him to straighten himself out.

“I’m not gonna do anything you don’t want me to, but right now I need you to lay down for me, okay? It’s been, one hell of a night and you need to rest so all I’m gonna do is pull this blanket back for you to get in, alright? Just lay on your back and put this leg down off the bed for me,” she said, tapping his left knee lightly.

He eyed her with caution, his leg moving agonizingly slow for she knew he was testing her patience, if only to see what she really was up to. Not giving in to any amount of frustration, she gingerly slid the comforter over the rest of his body up to his neck, reaching behind his head to adjust the pillows and making sure to point out the waste-basket she set aside next to his side of the bed.

“Get some rest. I’ll be downstairs if you need me.”

“Could-” he spoke out just as she had reached the door, his chin jutting out minutely from under cover framed by his hands gripping the cotton blanket, making him look so small and childlike.

“Could you, tell Roxanne and Minion I’m sorry? I know I must’ve been an asshole today, but it was the best day I’ve had in a while and I’m thankful for that.”

She was at a loss. It took a lot for him to admit his feelings, and no doubt the alcohol probably aided in his confidence to say it out loud, but it still did not lessen her surprise.

“Yeah, I’ll make sure to tell them.”

“And one more thing?” he called out just as her hand rested on the light switch.

“Can you tell her I love her?”

She had to take a pause. It was taking all of her will to force herself to stay put by the door without expression, but his hands holding the blanket up to his wide eyes, being surrounded by the stuffed animals-

“I think she already knows, but I’ll remind her.”

She turned down the lights, staying in the door frame and not closing the door until well after she was sure he had fallen deep into sleep.

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Third Thursday events and exhibitions for March 19 (updated March 18)

The next Third Thursday — the monthly evening of art in Athens, Georgia — is scheduled for Thursday, March 19, 2020, from 6 to 9 p.m. All exhibitions are free and open to the public. This month will offer six events in addition to the exhibitions. One of the venues will be closed.

Also this month, we are announcing a new venue to Third Thursday, tiny ATH gallery. The small gallery space has limited hours for exhibition but intends to be open 6 – 9 p.m. on Third Thursdays. The gallery “will promote a single artist at the time through a full gallery opening featuring a different artist each month.” It’s located at 174 Cleveland Avenue and the website is tinyathgallery.com.

CLOSED: tiny ATH gallery

“Jacob Wenzka: Ecumenopolis” — The word "ecumenopolis" is a Greek word meaning “world city,” or a city that encompasses an entire planet. It is the hypothetical next-level metamorphosis of the current metropolis or megalopolis. The physical representation of the ecumenopolis has been Jacob’s inspiration for the past 4 – 5 years, and the images in this show invite the viewer to reflect on the complexity and sheer magnitude of connections that are constantly being made in our lives, while also pondering the future of humanity and our planet. Jacob Wenzka earned a bachelor's degree in fine arts from UGA’s Lamar Dodd School of Art in 2001. In addition to his fine arts exhibition practice, Jacob has illustrated 6 books (4 children's books and 2 for adults), and is one of the founders of New Growth Publishing, an independent children's book publisher in Athens. The opening is set for Friday, March 20 from 6 – 9 p.m. There will be an Artist Talk the following Sunday, March 29 at 3 p.m. Limited gallery hours will be posted on tinyathgallery.com.

CLOSED: Georgia Museum of Art, University of Georgia

Make It an Evening, 5:30 – 7:30 p.m. — Enjoy free coffee, dessert and a gallery tour at the museum prior to the performance in Hodgson Hall by George Hinchliffe’s Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain. Jittery Joe’s Coffee and Cecilia Villaveces’ cakes. Purchase tickets for the concert at pac.uga.edu.

Teen Studio: Comic Strips and Monsters, 5:30 – 8:30 p.m. — Teens ages 13 – 18 are invited to this studio-based workshop led by local artist and educator Kristen Bach. Explore comic strips by local artist Patrick Dean, and then create comic strip–inspired art in the Michael and Mary Erlanger Studio Classroom. Includes a pizza dinner. This program is free, but space is limited. Please call 706.542.4883 or email madison.hogan@uga.edu to reserve a spot.

Yoga in the Galleries, 6 p.m. — Join us for a yoga class surrounded by works of art in the galleries. Led by instructors from Five Points Yoga, this program is free and open to both beginner and experienced yogis. Space is limited and available on a first-come, first-served basis; tickets are available at the front desk starting at 5:15 p.m. Yoga mats provided.

“Don’t Worry, He Won’t Get Far on Foot,” 7 p.m. — After Portland slacker John Callahan (Joaquin Phoenix) nearly loses his life in a car accident, the last thing he intends to do is give up drinking. But when he reluctantly enters treatment — with encouragement from his girlfriend (Rooney Mara) and a charismatic sponsor (Jonah Hill) — Callahan discovers a gift for drawing edgy, irreverent newspaper cartoons that develop a national following and grant him a new lease on life. Based on a true story, this poignant, insightful and often funny drama about the healing power of art is adapted from Callahan’s autobiography and directed by two-time Oscar nominee Gus Van Sant. Jack Black, Carrie Brownstein, Beth Ditto and Kim Gordon also star. 2018, R, 114 min.

On view:

“Louis Comfort Tiffany: Treasures from the Driehaus Collection” — A celebration of beauty, this exhibition features more than 60 objects, spanning over 30 years of Tiffany’s prolific career.

“Kevin Cole: Soul Ties” — Three-dimensional wooden and metal constructions by the Atlanta-based painter and mixed-media artist. 

“Reflecting on Rembrandt: 500 Years of Etching” — For the 350th anniversary of the death of Rembrandt van Rijn, this exhibition of prints selected and created by students in the Lamar Dodd School of Art commemorates the artist’s profound impact.

“The Monsters Are Due on Broad Street: Patrick Dean” — This small retrospective begins with the artist’s student work at UGA, from which he graduated in 1998, and ends with his recent comics about illness and mortality.

In Dialogue: Cecilia Beaux’s “Twilight Confidences” — A look in detail at Cecilia Beaux’s “Twilight Confidences” — an important recent addition to the museum’s collection and the artist’s first major exercise in plein-air painting.

“Drama and Devotion in Baroque Rome” — Paintings on loan from the Museum and Gallery at Bob Jones University that show the influence of Caravaggio, including works by Rubens, Orazio Gentileschi and Simon Vouet.

Permanent Collection — Thirteen galleries house a large portion of the Georgia Museum of Art’s collection, including many of the 100 American paintings that made up Alfred Heber Holbrook’s founding gift.

CLOSED: Lamar Dodd School of Art Galleries, University of Georgia

"The Purpose of Disease" — A new series of work by our Post-MFA Fellow in Photography, Amiko Li.

"Golden Hour” — A collaborative exhibition of work by Dodd graduate candidates Mary Gordon, Alex McClay and Ciel Rodriguez.

"The Elements of Myth" — A solo exhibition by Dodd graduate candidate Kelsey Wishik.

Annual Juried Scientific Illustration Exhibition — Featuring work by Dodd undergraduates along with work from graduate students in Medical Illustration at Augusta University. 

CLOSED: Lyndon House Arts Center

Open Studios Artist in Residence Talk: Megan Sparks, 6:00 p.m. — Megan discusses her tragically humorous paintings featuring lovable characters with bouncy long limbs set in worlds full of butterflies but also shady back allies.

On view: 

“45th Juried Exhibition” — Juror Larry Ossei-Mensah assembled an exhibit featuring the artistic talent in the Athens region.

“Collections from Our Community” — Michael Lachowski shares his collection of “Trail Trash,” little pieces of litter collected and cataloged in the 90s.

“Lounge Gallery: Lee Coffey” — Charming paintings that celebrate the mundane, depicting everyday items such as house keys or signage with an emphasis on scale and color.

“Works by Eli Saragoussi” — Small fantastical sculptures and a soundscape in the lobby cases.

CLOSED: Ciné

“Jacob Wenzka” — Wenzka is a painter and illustrator, who lives with his wife and three children in Athens, Georgia. He earned a BFA in drawing and painting from the UGA Lamar Dodd School of Art in 2001, and his work has been displayed in a variety of venues throughout the Southeast. The works featured in this show are from his illustration work on children’s books, with focus on the upcoming book, “Robot Soup.” This book is the fourth title he has released, collaborating with local author, Bart King, following “Juniper Gets Wet” (2015), “The Girl Who Kept Night In Her Closet” (2017) and “Do Not Read This Book At Bedtime” (2018). “Robot Soup” will be released at the conclusion of this exhibition in April, and pre-orders are available now via Kickstarter. Learn more at NewGrowthPublishing.com. 

Hotel Indigo, Athens — The Gallery at Indigo is available for viewing in small groups and for self directed use; GlassCube is outside and can be viewed anytime

“TINY UNIVERSE #3” —The third in a series, this exhibition includes small works by 70-plus Athens- and Atlanta-based artists, most whom have previously exhibited at the Gallery@Hotel-Indigo over the years. “TINY UNIVERSE #3” represents a fraction of the great talent in our area from printmaking to painting, sculpture to jewelry making. Artists were instructed to keep the scale of their works under 64 square inches because, after all, the best things come in small packages!

“Supple Moments, Dark Corners” at GlassCube — A new installation by Elinor Saragoussi is a peek into the tender parts of the artist’s brain. Often it is an agile, colorful, playful space, but at times, the lights turn off and the spooks come out. This installation combines set design, illustration, sound, movement and lighting to create a uniquely whimsical world. Bring your smartphones and listen to the soundscape available via QR code at the Cube.

CLOSED: ATHICA: Athens Institute for Contemporary Art

Closed.

CLOSED: The Classic Center

“Good Vibrations” — Taking a note from the Beach Boys, this show celebrates the end of the summer. Brittainy Lauback photographs cruise life, capturing the seascapes and portraits aboard a Carnival ship. Warren Slater draws from his Australian upbringing and interest in Aboriginal mark-making to create his pulsating pointillist landscapes picturing beaches and surf culture. Hannah Betzel’s vivid abstractions vibrate almost musically, conjuring images of the sea.

“Building Facades” — In Gallery II, on the second floor, Mike Landers’ solo exhibition of sophisticated, symmetric, minimally composed photographs will take you down memory lane. Images of Barnett’s Newsstand, Helix and the Gap will make you nostalgic for nights wandering downtown Athens of the late 1990s and early 2000s and make you realize how much has changed.

CLOSED: Creature Comforts Brewing Co.’s CCBC Gallery

Closing reception for “Migration,” 5 – 7 p.m. — With complimentary snacks and the house DJ, in the taproom.

On view:

Migration” — Local artist Jackie Kirsche presents two new multi-panel, mixed media works of art that explore the rhythms of life as manifested through bird migration patterns.

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Third Thursday was established in 2012 to encourage attendance at Athens’ established art venues through coordination and co-promotion by the organizing entities. Rack cards promoting Third Thursday and visual art in Athens are available upon request. This schedule and venue locations and regular hours can be found at 3thurs.org.

Contact: Michael Lachowski, Georgia Museum of Art, mlachow@uga.edu.

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