#low-key forgot how to render while drawing this

[dfox1987]

Getting the hang of Ultron

And I made arroz con gandules in a reasonable amount of time for once, hooray

This only took me like 3 hours, nothing too crazy

[igottiny]

Ateez scenario: You waking them up with a blow job.

Seonghwa - You didn’t know rather to be livid or worried. When Seonghwa never arrived to pick you up for your weekend trip away early that morning you started blowing up his phone. If he just forgot you swore you were going to smack him, but if something happened to him; that had you on the verge of panic. Twenty unanswered calls later you were hailing a cab over to the dorms. Another twenty unanswered calls on the thirty minute ride over only had you more worried. You were glad you had your own key as it was only six in the morning and the dorms were still silent.

Opening the door to his room, you noticed Hongjoong must have stayed the night at his studio again as the only occupied bed belonged to that of your boyfriend. His phone was unplugged and upon checking it, you found it dead. That would explain everything. You pulled back the comforter to find him sprawled out like a starfish. You giggled cause it was honestly cute; your normally composed boyfriend looked like such a dork in this moment. Deciding you were going to make it up to him for mentally threatening to smack him earlier, you sat down on the edge of the bed by his legs.

His shorts had ridden low on his hips and you found it wasn’t too difficult to pull them down to his thighs. He was already half hard as you gently grasped him and pumped him to full hardness. He shuffled slightly in his sleep, head turning to the side and his right hand coming to sit on his stomach. Over coming the sudden wave of nerves that filled your stomach you leaned down and lightly licked at the tip. The small gasp that fell from his lips giving you all the encouragement you needed to completely suck on the head of his dick.

You hadn’t even fully established a rhythm with what you could fit in your mouth and your hand before the hand that was on his stomach was tangling in your hair. His hips rose to meet your mouth descending on him, and he was waking with a moan. Glancing up to find his hooded eyes on you, you pulled off him with a smirk. 

“Good morning Hwa. Please remember to charge your phone. I thought something had happened to you,” you state matter of factly before drawing him back into your mouth, tongue dragging along the prominent vein. You didn’t miss the quiet but husky curse that bled into a moan at your action before his hips rose again to match your pace.

Hongjoong - He had fallen asleep in his studio chair, head thrown back over the back of the chair, out like a light. Peaking your head into his studio after he didn’t answer to your knocks and finding him like that, you knew that you had to wake him up. He was going to get a crick in his neck. The soft, rendering smile you had when you first sited him turned into a smirk as an idea entered your head. Slipping into the room you locked his studio door before tip toeing over to where he sat.

Pulling his chair back from the desk you turned him towards you. Settling onto your knees in front of him you ran your hands up his thighs to the drawstrings of his sweatpants. Untying the small bow in the cords you were delighted that today was one of those days where he decided underwear wasn’t necessary. It honestly made your life easier in this moment. Unable to pull down the waist band very far from how he was sitting you just barely manage to fully free his cock from its confines.

It only took a few firm strokes to bring him to hardness in your hands. His breathing was starting to quicken as you scooted closer between his legs. Bringing his length to your mouth, you flatten your tongue along the underside before swirling around the tip and sinking down on him. The groan that reached your ears was like music and the fingers that tangled into your hair and tugged made whine around him. Looking up to meet his dazed expression, you hallowed your cheeks, earning yourself another groan.

“Fuck! Baby,” his deep, raspy morning voice gritted out. His head was still thrown back, lower lip clenched between his teeth as he gently pushed your head down. “Did I die and wake up in heaven?”

You smiled as you pulled off him enough to reply with a smirk, “Love you too Joongie.”

His eyes rolled into the back of his head as you sunk back down on him, breath hitching. This was the best wake up call he had ever received. 

Yunho - He wasn’t usually one for naps so finding him passed out on the end of his bed one afternoon when you had stopped by the dorms was uncharacteristic. Shaking your head at the sight of him laying like that, you locked the door behind you. The last time either of you had tried anything, you had been rudely interrupted and you didn’t want San walking into the shared room on this day. Wanting to surprise him after another work trip had taken you out of the country for a week, you had already planned on seducing your own boyfriend. This actually made it easier.

You quietly stripped down to the new lingerie set you had bought before positioning yourself on the floor between his knees. Running your hands up and down his thighs for a moment to admire everything about him, you happened to catch the twitch of his length through the thin pair of track pants. Grateful that they had an elastic waist band and therefore had minimal issues pulling them and his boxers all the way off. You left a trail of kisses from his inner thigh to his stomach and ran your nails over his V-line for the desired affect. It never took much to fully get him going, even in his sleep, as you had learned in previous situations similar to this.

Stroking him a few times for good measure, enjoying the weight in your hands, before going to work on the reddened tip. You set a steady but shallow pace wanting to use your tongue on all the sensitive places, while your hands worked the rest. A sudden thrust up into your mouth had you nearly choking. Pulling off him to catch your breath you look up Yunho’s body to see his back arched, head thrown back, One hand gripping his own hair and the other gripping at the sheets, with teeth clamped on his lower lip in pure bliss. He whined at the loss of your warmth on him and moved to rest on his elbows.

“Y/N. Oh fuck,” his own thought interrupted at the sight of you barely covered and drawing your tongue along the vein that ran up the underside of his cock. “Please, Y/N. Don’t stop. You’re amazing.”

You smirked as he flopped back onto the bed, his hands reaching for you as you sucked as much of him into your mouth as you could.

Yeosang - For once it was him who had fallen asleep cuddled up with you on the couch during movie night. The other boys had long gone to bed leaving you to admire how cute Yeosang looked as he slept, head resting on your shoulder. You played with his hair for a moment longer before kissing his forehead and trying to wake him. When he wouldn’t budge, too deep in sleep, drastic measures were called for. It came with an element of risk as you were still on the living room couch where anyone who got up for a midnight snack would be able to see you. However,  that made it all the more appealing. Especially since it had been something the two of you had talked about doing some time.

Carefully you lifted his head off your shoulder and guided him until his head was resting on the back of the couch. Removing the blanket that still lay over your laps you placed one last kiss to his cheek before climbing over him to the other side and away from the arm rest of the couch. You were thankful he had slumped down when he first fell asleep as it made the task of undoing his belt along with the button and fly of his jeans that he never changed out of, much easier. Biting your lower lip you reached into his pants, pulling him free. After a kiss to his jaw you nuzzled into him as your hand worked him to full hardness. His breathing became more erratic as you continued to steadily pump him until a bead of pre-cum gathered at the very tip.

Stopping your movements with your hand wrapped around the base of his cock you leaned over to lick away the pearly liquid. Yeosang’s breathing hitched at your action. Emboldened by this you took him into your mouth as far as you could manage in one go before setting a steady pace; your hand still stroking what you couldn’t fit to the same rhythm. You were beyond pleased when one of his hands came to hold the back of your head, gently pushing you down on him further as he rolled his hips up.

“Y/N. Such a naughty girl. Anyone could come back down and see you,” he said, his already deep voice much lower than normal due to his recent sleep and current arousal.

Glancing up, your eyes met his dark gaze as he repeated his previous actions. He let his head fall back for a moment with a pleased sigh. You moaned around him as he thrusted up, hitting the back of your throat. Adrenaline spiking, there was no hesitation as you bobbed your head to meet his quicker pace.

San - Waking up in the same position you fell asleep in —head on his chest, leg thrown over his waist, and his arms holding you— you felt at peace. You always wanted to wake up tangled up with him; you felt at home like this. The peaceful bliss only lasting a moment as you moved to stretch your legs and brushed against his morning wood. At this he squeezed you more tightly in his embrace and turning onto his side to bring you flush against him again. This wasn’t the first time this had happened and you were already mentally apologizing to Yunho who was asleep on the other side of the room for what he was going to wake up to once again. Not that it was ever going to stop either of you.

Pushing him back onto his back you palm him through his boxers as you leave a kiss under his chin. Ducking under his arms to free yourself you grasp him through the thin material more firmly. A gasp escapes him as he begins to squirm, right on the edge of waking up. Scooting down his body under the covers you pull his length from the confines of his underwear and leave a few quick kitten licks to the tip. Taking the head into your mouth with a harsh suck and hollowing of your cheeks is what causes him to fully awaken with a high pitched whine. One of his hands darts down to tangle in your hair as the other lifts up the blanket enough to see you.

“Fucking hell Y/N,” he groaned. Rolling his hips up to drive himself further into your mouth he inhaled with a hiss at the feeling. “Good morning to me.”

You responded by relaxing your throat and humming slightly as you took all of him. San’s guttural growl at your action only fulling the fire that now consumed you.

Mingi - He had, for once, come over to your place after practice only to fall asleep on your bed before you could finish preparing dinner. You knew he hadn’t eaten much that day, the picture he sent you of his lunch being not much more than a basic ham and cheese sandwich and an apple. Attempting to shake him awake was to no avail as a snore escaped him. Yes, it was endearing; the sight your poor tree of baby boy asleep on your bed had you looking at him with the fondest of expressions. However, for that reason you couldn’t let him starve. He was always beyond cranky in the morning if he went to sleep hungry and you were not putting up with that on your day off.

You tried calling out to him, turning on music, and otherwise making noise in an attempt to rouse him. Even trying to kiss him awake didn’t work. When everything failed to bring him back to consciousness, you engaged your last resort. Generally you didn’t like to wake him is such an explicit way since it was like playing with fire. His normally playful personality, even when waking up, gone and replaced with an uncontrollable fire. Not that you actually minded, but you just wished it didn’t mean that dinner would have to be reheated some time later once he had had his fill of you.

The pajama bottoms he had put on after he used your shower were already low on his hips. The undone tie leaving them loose and threatening to shift lower if he moved the wrong way. How convenient. Pulling them down the rest of the way wasn’t as difficult as it should have been as he had rolled away from you onto his side. Pulling him back onto his back you kiss him one last time before gripping him firmly around the base of his already growing length. He was always so responsive to your touch and this evening was no exception.

Once he was completely hard in your hands you readjusted yourself so that you could easily swirl your tongue around the head before sinking down on him. Pulling off you traced the vein that ran along the underside of his length before giving special attention to the head. Setting a steady rhythm as you worked his length you could feel him starting to stir as his breathing quickened. A groan fell from between his lips once you hallowed your cheeks seconds later and his hips bucked up. Pushing down on his hips you with your hand that wasn’t stroking what you couldn’t fit in your mouth you look up the line of his body to see him propped up on his elbows and staring down at you.

“You looked like you were enjoying yourself baby. By all means, continue,” he stated, his deep baritone an additional octave lower than normal. You shivered at the sound and darkness in his eyes and did as you were told.

Wooyoung - Falling asleep in the fort you had made out of couch cushions, pillows, and blankets was never the original intention either of you had for you date night in but here you were. Awoken only by one of the guys turning off the TV and movie you guys left on and heading for bed themselves. Now all alone in the darkness you could barely make out Wooyoung’s features as he lay facing you. After hours of his teasing only to pull away nonchalantly like it was nothing had left a lasting affect on you, plans to get even were forming in your mind. If he could play games, so could you.

Nudging him till he rolled onto his back you seized your opportunity. You had both opted for lounge wear that day and the sweatpants he had on had an elastic waist band that you quickly inched down enough to expose your boyfriend to the cooling air of the room. You left a kiss on his check before bobbing down and enveloping his soft cock into your mouth. If only took a few gentle suckles and light hums for him to become fully erect. He was always surprisingly sensitive.

Working him slowly by swirling your tongue around his tip, he began to stir; his head tossing to the side and his face scrunching up in confused pleasure. Hallowing your checks you sucked harshly on the tip as your hand worked the rest of his length. He woke with a near scream at the sensation, hands grasping at the blankets on the floor around him. You smirked as you pulled off of him with a pop.

“You’re not the only one who can play games Wooyoung,” you said as you got up and moved to leave the fort entirely.

“Y/N! Don’t you dare,” he said between gritted teeth. He whined as you batted his hands away, a whimper soon followed as you climbed out of the fort and casually made your way upstairs to go to sleep in his bed.

Jongho - It always seemed like the others enjoyed interrupting you and your boyfriend whenever the two of you were alone in the dorms for more than five minutes. You could barely kiss him without one of the other seven causing a ruckus. So when you escaped to your apartment you were finally able to just be together. Honestly, you didn’t know why you guys haven’t done this more often. Being able to just take your time and get lost in each other was everything.

After two rounds you both passed out in each others arms. Waking first, you smiled warmly at how peaceful he looked beside you. You couldn’t help yourself and you peppered light kisses all over the side of his face that you could reach. Trailing kisses along every inch of him you could you gradually shifted lower. You were pleased as he rolled onto his back as you reached his abs. Hovering over him, you continued lower and were pleased to find that even in sleep, he was always ready for you.

Deciding you were going to treat him like the king he is, you lavished the sensitive head of his cock with your tongue. Not wanting to waste a second of time with him, you eagerly went down on him; careful of your teeth as you came back up. Swirling your tongue around the head again you moaned at the slightly salty taste, the vibrations enough to begin to rouse him. You could hear a gasp and a whine as you continued your slow pace worshiping him. A couple minutes passed and soon his irregular breathing turned to gasps and one of his hands was pulling you off him.

“Y/N. If you don’t stop now I won’t be able to last,” he said trying to catch his breath, eyes blinking open.

“That’s kind of the idea. Sir,” you say playfully. He hid his face in his hands and groaned at the title. His back arched as you swiftly swallowed him back down.

[theherothechampiontheinquisitor]

Undercover Boss - Chapter 1

That’s right it’s the Undercover Boss Rumbelle AU that no one asked for! Except me...and @anonymousnerdgirl ... and I think someone else too...Okay the AU that SOME asked for. 

Shout out to my lovely Beta @shipperqueen93

Summary: Undercover Boss Rumbelle AU: Life was great for, Mr. Cluck's Chicken Shack, CEO Aiden Gold. At least until he finds himself roped into a reality show where bosses go undercover in their own companies to find out how their businesses are really being run. Gold nearly gives up when he is paired with a young Manager named Belle who teaches him what's really important in life and work.

Read it on AO3 or FFN 

Chapter 1/3 

If there was one thing that Mr. Gold hated more than normal social interaction then it had to be forced social interaction on a reality television program. Oddly specific he knew, but given his current situation it was understandable.

Wearily, he pulled the hotel room key from his wallet and frustratingly had to insert the key three times before the damn green light would come on and grant him entry. He trudged inside the darkened three star quality hotel room with a great sigh and quickly peeled off the hot wig from his head and threw it onto the bathroom counter as he passed by. It was part of his contract with the show that he not remove any of his altered costume or break character until he was back in the hotel room for the evening, lest he be spotted. Spotted by who or what he had no fucking idea, but he believed that the producers delighted in making this as antagonistic as possible for him.

He ran a hand through his short sweat filled strands as he collapsed backwards onto his bed. He could deal with the beard that he had had to grow out, he had the odd one from time to time throughout his life but the low quality, polyester monstrosity was another thing. It was hot and itchy and he looked fucking ridiculous. When he had first been presented to his 17 year old son in his new transformation, Neal had laughed hysterically and questioned why he had roadkill on his head.

The glasses he wore were actually his own. He didn’t need them all the time but they were particularly useful reading the fine print of his dealings. He pulled those off and folded them, gently tossing them on the nightstand. Gold pinched the bridge of his nose where the glasses left their mark and gently massaged the area. A headache would be coming, he knew, as it had every night since he’d been forced onto this television show.

It all started several months back when his Public Relations Manager, Ursula Finn, had come to him with a proposition. A popular reality show, Bosses Undercover, had approached them to appear on the show. A higher up from their corporate ladder would go undercover in their chain of restaurants, Mr. Cluck’s Chicken Shack, and work with their everyday employees to gain insight into the front lines of the business. Both she and the Chief Talent Officer, Ella Deville, thought it was a brilliant idea, and a great way to increase their public image and moral.

Gold didn’t think it could hurt. He had been with the company for around 7 years now, and though their numbers were generally good and they were consistently named one of the top chicken joints in the US, he knew there was always room for improvement. It wasn’t until after he’d already signed off on the venture, (he’d left his glasses at home that day), that he realized that he would in fact be the boss going undercover.

“Well, it couldn’t be either of us, darling,” Ella had drolled, leaning back against his desk. “We are the beautiful faces of the company. We visit the stores on occasion. Too many people know us and see us.”

“You on the other hand,” Ursula picked up, “You are a virtual ghost. You’ve been here forever but aside from us and the people on this floor, I don’t think anyone even knows what you look like. You’re more recognizable by your signature in the monthly memos than visually,” she laughed and Ella nodded in agreement.

Gold had groaned realizing that there was no way out. This was one deal he made that he truly hadn’t understood. The women carried on laughing at his misery and thinking up all of the terrible jobs that he would be forced to do and worse yet, the horrible disguises they could come up with.

“You know...they’ll probably make you wear…” Ursula paused, a glint of laughter in her eyes. She leaned closer into Gold and whispered, “Jeans!”

“Ohhhhhh perish the thought!!!” Ella exclaimed, clutching at her heart and throwing herself back across Gold’s desk knocking off several items and howling in laughter.

Gold internally cringed. The thought of dressing down almost more terrifying than the fact he’d been stupid enough to sign off on something without reading the fine print. Ursula and Ella may be his only friends but he had seriously began thinking of all the different places he could hide their bodies.

His phone buzzed gently in his pocket and he groaned just knowing instinctively who it would be. He ignored it deliberately, not ready to go down that avenue yet. The day had already been too fucking long.

The filming that was done that day had been the most humiliating of them all. It had started out with a young know it all cashier named Killian Jones being his “trainer” for the day. He spent most of the day patronizing Gold as if he had never operated a cash register before, slowly walking him through every button and its function, going even slower on the self explanatory ones like, “Total.” As if speaking slowly wasn’t bad enough he also would often adapt his tone to speak louder than necessary when answering any of Gold’s questions drawing the attention of everyone around them.

He was less than an hour into filming when he wanted to throttle the man. While Gold ended up doing all the work Killian flashed his smile and batted his eyelashes at every female under 40, striking up conversations and inviting them to see his houseboat on the harbor. Anytime that the line would get backed up Jones would placate the line of customers by reminding them that the elderly needed jobs too and to give Grandad a break.

Gold could only scream internally and question for the millionth time why he had decided to give up smoking. A cigarette or two or three would have taken the edge off that he so delicately teetered on these days.

After the lunch rush, the producers decided that it would now be a good time to film the pair outside of the restaurant. Each episode featured one of these “intimate” scenes where the employee would spill their guts with their tragic background. Many of the people were genuine enough but Gold already had a feeling Jones was far less deserving than the others he had met along the way.

They headed outside to take out the trash with Gold doing the bulk of the work. Jones dragged his feet behind him and offered no assistance with the heavy bags.

Killian Jones was the worst kind of employee and so far nothing that he had said about his past in this “intimate session” made Gold feel anything but disgust for the man. He had after all seen the man in action all morning. He was the type of employee that made the general population look down on the customer service industry. He was the guy that accosted every woman he saw no matter how uneasy she seemed or who was with her. He was the guy that forgot to wash his hands and then handled your food without gloves. The employee that then later was caught sneaking chicken strips off the pass to eat himself or taking a bite and putting it back. Killian Jones was the employee that dropped your food and just picked it back up and served it to you with a smile.

Gold had stopped trying to feign interest until his own real name had been brought up in conversation, and how it was specifically his fault that he had been passed over for a shift leader promotion over the company’s stricter attendance policy.  “I miss a couple days without calling or come in an hour late and it’s as if the world has ended.” Gold rolled his eyes and really wanted to tell him that corporate and he especially had no hand in the appointment of individuals for smaller internal positions but he knew that wouldn’t matter.  

The ranting was far from over as he rattled on about the company’s core values; integrity, accountability, customer first, enjoying your work and one team one goal; and how unrealistic it was to expect the employees to follow this “code of honor.”

“Gold thinks that we should treat this menial job as some sort of a career instead of the low class slop it is. Take pride in what we do and how we do it. It’s fucking fast food, mate. There’s no pride in this. The guy is just another shit for brains corporate clown. No one’s even ever seen the guys face. Even he isn’t proud of this monstrosity. Why should we be?”

Gold was tempted to relieve the man from his job then and there but that would have meant breaking cover, and as much as he wanted to rip the sweltering wig from his head and dump it in the trash, it would just be a bigger pain in the end.

“Why stay then? If you hate it so much?” Gold had to wonder if it would it be too much to hope that perhaps the man had some redeemable quality in his background. Working to support an ill parent maybe, or to put himself through college?

“Well, mate, between you and I, I’m only working here for awhile longer. I have a band on the side. Perhaps you have heard of us. Hook and the Jolly Rogers?” he questioned with the self importance only youth could bring. Gold just quirked a brow and kept his face impassive.

After a moment Jones growled and finished his thoughts.“Well, I suppose I can’t expect the leader of the geriatric society to know anything about music, but we’re this close to signing a deal with Midas records. When we do I’ll burn this place to the ground. Til’ then though, this place is just a means to an end. I take some buckets of chicken with me, maybe pull in some off the record tips for my services rendered and call it a day.”

Gold focused on one of the garbage bags still between them, processing all the information this idiot had not only told him but the camera crews as well and felt a smile quirk over his lips. The reveal show could not come soon enough.

“Did you say Midas Records? As in Stefan Midas?” Gold asked, lifting the bag up and tossing it into the open dumpster.

Jones eyed him warily. “Yes,” he spoke softly drawing out the word. “Why?”

“Oh, no reason. My son and I are fans of some of their artists. You see in between my early dinners and naps at the retirement home, they sometimes let me out for recreational activities like concerts and such. I was just having a hard time imagining Midas and company willing to diminish the quality of their content and reputation with some petty thief and his rag tag gang.”

To Jones credit he took Gold’s comments without much much of an outward reaction. His eyes registered the insult but he just smiled back at Gold with his bright, bleached teeth, a predatory edge in the corner of his grin.

“Here, mate, let me help you with that last bag,” he said reaching for the large trash bag in Golds hand. Before Gold could decline he pulled a small pocket knife from his trousers and slit a hole in the side of the bag spilling its contents across the pavement. “Whoops, would you look at that? Better get that cleaned up straightaway,” he laughed and dashed back across to the restaurant.

Gold let loose a string of profanities so immense in their detailing that he knew that the scene would have to be heavily edited if not cut all together. The nerve of the bastard. He was still fuming ten minutes later after he had finally gotten all the chicken bones and assorted trash up. He slammed open the back door uncaring of who he startled and made a beeline to Jones, who was chatting up a young looking blonde at the front counter.

“Hey, mate.” Gold bumped into Jones harshly. “Do you have a problem with me? Why don’t you come back outside with me for another little chat and I can tell you exactly how I feel about you and your pathetic little life.” He shoved at Killian’s shoulder again and this time he shoved back but Gold stood his ground. The customers had all began to turn their heads and gather to watch the conflict. The cameramen were practically in the men’s faces, excited to finally catch some action.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, mate. Perhaps you should head on back to the retirement home for your early dinner and a nap. Maybe then you won’t be such a crotchety old man,” Jones hissed back.

Gold would have punched him then and there but they had been broken up by the store manager Sydney Glass. The men were brought back to the office where he spoke to them calmly about how they were improperly representing Mr Cluck’s franchise and lectured them on teamwork and character, using phrases like “One team, one goal.” as he brought up the restaurant's core values. Gold genuinely liked Sydney, he seemed a fair man, but he didn’t appreciate the lecture at all.

“We just simply put cannot have this level of behavior out on the floor in front of customers. Carl,” he addressed Gold and it took a moment for Gold to remember his alias. “I know that we were going to have you working with Killian the rest of the day but under the circumstances I think that it may be best to separate you for the duration. Especially, considering we are due for a corporate visit today.” Sydney folded his hands over his desk and stared at the men like a principal breaking up a schoolyard fight.

“Corporate visit?” Gold questioned, hoping this didn’t mean what he thought it did.

“Yes, we received a call this morning that Ursula Finn and Ella Deville will be making a stop to our store this afternoon. They wanted to see how our team was getting along with this Job Swap show and observe some of the filming. You can see now why this behavior is especially unsavory,” he concluded.

“Of course they’re visiting,” Gold mumbled under his breath.

“I’m sorry?”

“I said of course it’s unsavory, and I apologize.” Gold covered and extended his hand to Sydney. Sydney took it without hesitation and then shook Killian’s too.

“Glad we are back on the same page. Now about the new job we’ll have you do...how tall are you, Mr. Benton?”

Gold’s phone buzzed again in his pocket and he groaned. Why couldn’t they just leave him alone?

He pulled the phone out and unlocked it with a quick swipe of his finger, the home screen indicating two new messages. One of them was from Neal telling him good night and that he loved him. He quickly responded back with the same and let him know he was sorry he hadn’t called and he’d speak with him in the morning.

The next message was a picture message from Ella and he already knew without opening what it would be. He contemplated deleting it without ever looking but he knew it would drive him crazy if he didn’t verify the monstrosity with his own eyes. With great reluctance, he opened the message was assaulted with the self portrait that Ella and Ursula had taken with him during their “surprise” visit.

They stood on either side of him with biggest grins. He was pretty sure that Ella even had tears in her eyes from her barely contained laughter. Right in the fucking middle was Gold in the yellowest, feathery, and hotter than the sands of hell chicken suit. Sydney’s job had been to spend his remaining time drawing in customers in the sweltering July heat and handing out coupons.

Underneath the photo was a single caption.

Have a cluckity, cluck, cluck night, Aiden!

Gold text back furiously sending nothing but dozens of knife emojiis and Ella responded back immediately with a winky face and a kiss. Gold just sighed and plugged the phone into the charger beside the bed and set his alarm for 545am.

He pulled the yellow uniform shirt over his head and angrily tossed it into the corner as he headed in to take a shower.

“One more day,” he whispered to himself looking in the mirror feeling older than all of his years. One more day of this madness and he’d be free. Well, technically. He still had the reveal show and wrap up but at least then he could finally be himself and not some fool nearly dying of heat stroke on the corner telling all the people to have a cluckity, cluck, cluck day.

That motto would be the first thing to go, he promised.  In fact he was pretty sure it had started as a joke by Ella in the first place before somehow managing its way into their marketing campaign.

He took his time in the shower, washing the smell of chicken, grease and sweat from his body, using copious amounts of soap and body wash to be sure the smell didn’t linger. The inside of the suit had been the worst. He wasn’t sure when the last time was that the thing had been dry cleaned but certainly not in recent memory. It reeked of sweat and body odor, making him gag whenever he breathed in too deeply. The suits would be the second thing to go. No human should have to degrade themselves like that, advertising be damned.

When he was satisfied he no longer smelled like the rotting insides of that yellow suit he got out and dressed for bed. Exhaustion finally took its toll as he collapsed back onto the bed and pulled the covers up, reaching a hand out to switch off the bedside light.

The next day would be easier. At least he didn’t have to make a mad dash for a red eye across the country again. This time he’d be working at one of the company’s top stores just on the other side of the city. The work would be in management and his task was to work with the store manager to get an idea of what they were doing differently from their lower performing stores. What was the manager’s name? Something French he thought? He was too exhausted to remember as sleep slowly began to claim his weary mind, thoughts of dancing yellow chickens, fueling his nightmares.

[gta-5-cheats]

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Lenovo Yoga 920 Vibes Edition Review

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Luxury options exist in every product category, from clothes to cars. Sometimes you pay more for a custom design, exotic materials or painstaking craftsmanship, and sometimes price is inflated just for a brand name. In the PC world, there are limited components to work with, but manufacturers often try to go all-out with features and construction innovations. Lenovo debuted an intricate and expensive new kind of hinge with the Yoga 3 Pro a few years ago, inspired by metal watchstraps. No other company has anything like it, and it’s still found only on Lenovo’s most expensive models.

The hinge isn’t the only premium touch on the new Yoga 920. It joins a select group of non-gaming laptops that cost around Rs. 1,50,000, and it boasts of high-end design as well as specifications. There’s a lot to like about the Yoga 920 on paper, but for this kind of money, we’re looking for perfection. Here’s our full review.

  Lenovo Yoga 920 Vibes Edition design

At the international launch event, we saw the Yoga 920 in a variety of metallic colours. In India, however, Lenovo is only releasing the Yoga 920 Vibes Edition, which is a special edition with a black patterned cover. Lenovo says that it chose this design from amongst 130 ideas submitted by students at the Istituto Europeo di Design in Milan, Italy. It’s supposed to symbolise dynamism, lightness and simplicity, and we do quite like it. The pattern is subtle yet visually arresting, and because it’s printed on highly reflective glass, it looks like it has depth and movement. The dull silver frame contrasts nicely with the dark surface as well.

Lenovo reserves its watchstrap hinge for its highest-end products, and the Yoga 920 is the latest one. It’s made up of multiple smaller segments, some of which are dull and others highly polished, and definitely stands out against the otherwise minimalistic body. This is a laptop that will make people look twice, and whether that’s a good thing or otherwise is highly subjective.

The Yoga 920 can be folded over backwards and used as a tablet, or propped up in tent mode which is more stable. At 1.37kg, it makes for an unwieldy tablet. You can’t sit back and relax with it in one hand or resting against your knees. When fully folded over, the two halves of the device don’t lie flat against each other, so the upper half tends to dip and bounce back every time you tap with the stylus or a finger. You can see this happen in our video review, embedded above.

Speaking of which, the Yoga 920 Vibes Edition comes with Lenovo’s Active Pen 2 in the box. It needs an AAAA battery, and thankfully one is included, because they’re expensive and hard to find in India. The Active Pen 2 promises 4,096 levels of pressure sensitivity and works with Windows Ink, which is Microsoft’s framework for stylus compatibility across hardware manufacturers and app developers.

Unlike some other 2-in-1s, the Yoga 920 doesn’t have a slot, loop, or magnetic dock for the stylus. Instead, you get a little plastic bracket that clips into the sole USB 3.0 port, allowing you to keep the Active Pen handy. Other than the obvious downside of blocking the only full-sized USB port on the device, we found this awkward because it’s easier to unplug the bracket than it is to slide the stylus in and out of it, and the positioning isn’t ideal with the Yoga 920 in tablet mode. Rather than being a convenient way to carry the Active Pen 2 around with the Yoga 920, it just becomes an extra thing to worry about losing.

  As a laptop, there’s a lot to like about the Yoga 920. It’s relatively easy to carry around and comfortable to use. The keyboard is large and well spaced, and even the arrow keys aren’t too cramped. The keys are soft and have a satisfactory amount of travel considering how thin the body of this device is. You can choose between two backlight levels, but there’s no automatic adjustment. There’s a little bit of flex in the centre of the keybed, but it didn’t affect our typing speed or accuracy. The trackpad is also quite generously proportioned, there’s even a fingerprint reader that works with Windows Hello for user authentication.

The screen measures 13.9 inches and has a resolution of 3840×2160 (4K) which makes it incredibly sharp. It looks great from all angles, but is highly reflective. The top and side borders are relatively narrow, but there’s a massive chin below the screen. This looked a bit funny to us at first but we forgot all about it after a day or two.

There are two Thunderbolt 3 ports on the left, which means that you get all the benefits of USB Type-C plus file transfers at up to 40Gbps with compatible devices, and DisplayPort video output. Only one of these ports can be used to charge the Yoga 920 with its bundled 65W charger. Standard USB Type-C chargers will also work, but somewhat slower. There’s a 3.5mm combo audio socket on the left, and one standard USB 3.0 Type-A port on the right. There’s no SD card slot. The power button is also on the right so you can get to it in laptop or tablet mode.

Unlike some of its competitors, Lenovo doesn’t include any dongles or adapters in the box. We also would have liked a sleeve or even a microfibre cloth (which could really come in handy).

  Lenovo Yoga 920 Vibes Edition specifications and software

Because Lenovo is only launching the top-end Vibes Edition in India, there are no options when it comes to hardware – Lenovo thinks that people who are shopping for laptops in this price range are only looking for the best, so this is the top spec. We have Intel’s recently launched 8th Gen Core i7-8550U “Kaby Lake Refresh” processor, with four physical cores and Hyper-Threading. It runs at 1.8GHz when you aren’t doing anything heavy, and can turbo up all the way to 4GHz with one core if necessary to complete tasks quicker.

You get 16GB of RAM and a 512GB PCIe SSD, and we wouldn’t accept anything less at this price. Lenovo uses Intel’s integrated UHD 620 graphics rather than a discrete GPU, which means that there’s very little potential for gaming. The Yoga 920 has JBL speakers and the company’s website alludes to a software update coming in February 2018 that will enable Dolby Atmos enhancement for headphones. There’s also Wi-Fi 802.11ac and Bluetooth 4.1. Lenovo says that the 4-cell Lithium polymer battery will deliver 10.8 hours of battery life because of the 4K screen – the variants with full-HD screens can get up to 15.5 hours, but these aren’t available here.

Lenovo ships this laptop with Windows 10 Home. Because the Yoga 920 has a touchscreen and stylus, Windows automatically spaces out icons and other elements a bit more than usual. The UI scaling is set to 300 percent by default because of the screen’s incredibly high resolution, but we found this to be too high. It effectively gives you the same usable area as a 1280×720-pixel screen, and we were much more comfortable at 200 percent or less.

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The Windows Ink Workspace is a panel that you can pull up with one tap on a taskbar icon. It gives you quick access to apps that specifically benefit from a stylus, as well as the Windows 10 sticky notes and screenshot annotation features, and Microsoft’s own Sketchpad app. You can do neat things such as draw straight lines against an on-screen ruler, and post your scribbles directly to social media.

There are two Lenovo apps pinned to the taskbar – Lenovo Vantage and Lenovo Settings. The latter guides you through a few setup options before informing you that all its functions have been merged into the Lenovo Vantage app, which makes us wonder why it’s there in the first place. Vantage lets you check for system updates, run diagnostics, check your warranty status, download recommended apps, and manage the webcam, mic, trackpad and power saving features.

  Lenovo Yoga 920 Vibes Edition performance

The Yoga 920 gave us no trouble at all in day-to-day use. It was pleasant to work with, and handled over a dozen browser tabs plus assorted other programs without breaking a sweat. The CPU and amount of RAM are more than enough to make Windows feel snappy and responsive. We were able to hear the fan spin up sometimes, even when we weren’t doing anything particularly stressful.

In benchmark tests, we found that this laptop was quite a solid performer. We got 3,138, 4,644 and 2,869 points in PCMark 8’s Home, Creative and Work scenarios respectively. POV-Ray ran its render benchmark in 3 minutes, 31 seconds, while Cinebench gave us scores of 170 and 555 in its single-core and multi-core runs. SSD performance stood out in particular, with random read and write speeds of up to 431.5MBps and 444.9MBps respectively. We also found that the top half of the keyboard got quite warm when the Yoga 920 was pushed to its limits during benchmarks.

High-resolution videos, including 4K files, looked and sounded great. Other than having to find an angle that didn’t reflect our overhead lights, we thoroughly enjoyed the entertainment capabilities of the Yoga 920. The speakers are on the bottom, and can get muffled if the laptop isn’t placed on a flat surface. They work best in tent mode, and are somewhat obstructed in tablet mode. Sound quality is great for a laptop, with no distortion at high volumes.

  On the other hand, like most ultraportables, this machine is not at all suited to gaming. Only a few premium models such as the Asus ZenBook UX430U have basic discrete graphics processors and can handle games at low to medium settings, and the Yoga 920 is not one of them. We got scores of 498 and 420 in 3DMark’s Fire Strike Extreme and Time Spy tests respectively. Unigine Valley running at 1920×1080 at medium quality gave us 18.1fps. We tried a few games, but Rise of the Tomb Raider wouldn’t even load when set to 1920×1080. We were able to run it at 1280×720 with the Low quality preset, and still got only 15.79fps on average in its built-in benchmark. You could probably enjoy quite a few casual games and even some older 3D ones, but if gaming is a priority, this category of laptops isn’t for you.

So far we’re thoroughly impressed with the Yoga 920’s looks and performance as a laptop, but we also spent time with it exclusively in tablet mode. The stylus is comfortable to use, and it feels extremely responsive. There’s zero lag, and you feel like you’re writing directly on the surface of the glass under the tip. It takes some time to get used to Windows 10’s text input panel, but handwriting recognition is pretty good most of the time. We tried Microsoft Word and OneNote as well as assorted drawing apps and the annotation features in Microsoft Edge, but felt that stylus input is still more of a novelty than an everyday convenience. Sketching is fun, but there aren’t many reasons to choose to write or edit documents with a stylus rather than keyboard.

The battery lasted for 2 hours, 2 minutes in our high-stress Battery Eater Pro benchmark. With ordinary use including a lot of video streaming, the Yoga 920 made it through a workday but needed to be plugged in by the evening. It took just over an hour to charge when in standby. This is decent enough performance for a thin-and-light notebook, but we think that some people would like the option of a full-HD screen rather than 4K if the tradeoff is nearly 50 percent better battery life.

Verdict The Lenovo Yoga 920 Vibes Edition is attention-grabbing and that’s exactly what a lot of people will love about it. It’s far better as a laptop than as a tablet, but even if you never use it that way, the flexible hinge and touchscreen are great to have. The hardware is top-notch, and it can handle pretty much all your office work and entertainment needs without breaking a sweat. We would have liked a few little conveniences such as an SD card slot, more USB ports, and a better way to carry the stylus around, but overall the usage experience is pretty slick.

Lenovo has chosen to stick to the high end with only one variant which costs Rs. 1,49,999. It checks all the boxes for a premium ultraportable, but it’s up to buyers to decide whether they actually want to spend that much, when alternatives such as the HP Spectre series, Asus Zenbook Ultra, and Dell’s XPS 13 (recently refreshed with a new, ultra-slim design) are available at much lower starting prices. Lenovo’s own Yoga 720 costs a lot less and isn’t very different, though the company hasn’t yet refreshed it with 8th-gen Core CPUs. Even in such an expensive niche market segment, you have a lot of choices.

Lenovo Yoga 920 Vibes Edition Price: Rs. 1,49,999

Pros

Premium, unique look and feel

Bright, vivid 4K screen

Good performance in everyday tasks

Cons

Unwieldy when used as a tablet

Keyboard gets warm when stressed

Awkward stylus retention bracket

Ratings (Out of 5)

Design: 4.5

Display: 4.5

Performance: 4.5

Software: 4

Battery life: 4

Value for Money: 3

Overall: 4

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