#team dumpster mansion

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Old Friends

Spamton sat quietly at his desk, no longer the office dedicated entirely to him, but just a small work station in the wing of the mansion designated for the marketing team. Everyone else had ran when the announcement came over the speakers that ASO was back, but Spamton just continued typing away, his iconic neon glasses crackling with static. He didn’t particularly know how to feel about The Founder’s return, or the fact he was now being watched 24/7 by a man who already didn’t like him. All he knew was work was money, and money was his key to not ending back in that same god damn dumpster all over again … alone, starving, cold.

His concentration was interrupted by the lights in the room he was working in cutting out, bathing him in darkness. He raised his voice. “HE-H-HEY!! WUTZ thE BIG [[Deals, Deals, so many Deals!]] WHO CUT OUT TH3 >liGHTs?!”

For a beat, silence … followed by footsteps coming from an open window in the room. Spamton produced a pipis, holding it above his head like a grenade ready to be thrown. “[[Show thyself]] YOU [[Hateful Shrew!]] I’VE G0T A [[pipis]] AND I’M NOT AFRAID 2 [[pull the pin, pop it in the bowl-]]!!”

The voice that responded to him was distantly familiar, someone he knew before being exiled by The Founder. “Come now, Spamton, is that really any way to treat me? You slighted against me once, but that was a long, long time ago.”

Multicolored lights emerged from the darkness, forming the outline of a tall, corvid butler in a pristine suit. Though mechanically modified somehow, Spamton couldn’t mistake a familiar face when he saw it in front of him. This was Swatch, clear as day. It seemed despite The First Unit’s failure to locate them before being overthrown, that lost time was made up for now. But … why were they back? Spamton looked on with suspicion. “UR A BIT LATE [[buddy pal chum amigo brother homeslice breadslice dawg]]. THE NICER [[Man in The Big Chair]] WAS LO0KIN’ FOR [[Only youuuuuuuu…]], BUT NOW THEY’VE [[bee]]N-”

“Taken back down a peg, yes, I know. A being relying on resonance is bound to lose on the grounds of resonance … it’s just sort of a given. I’m here now because I fear that with the new harvester resonance that’s being transmitted, we can no longer rely on fighting Heinrich on his own battlefield.”

Spamton seemed confused. “HEINRICH? [[Guess Who]]’S TH4T?”

Swatch paused, and let out a quiet frustrated sigh. “The Founder, Spamton. You’d think that being one of his department heads at one point you would know your boss by his first name.”

“THE LESS [[Question 1: What is the powerhouse of-]] 1 ASKED, THE MORE [[delicious]] [[KROMER]] I WAS PAID!”

They held up a hand as a sign to stop arguing. “The point is, I’m taking the fight directly to ASO, and I need your help. Not for your physical prowess, Knight’s blade no…”

“H3Y!!!”

“…but rather because you are weirdly capable of inserting yourself into technology. So … here’s the deal. I’m recreating the NEO suit, but better than last time. More defense, even more sundering offense, greater mobility, I could go on … If I allow you to take control of it, and you use it to help me take down ASO and get this place back under control … you can keep the suit.” Saying that sentence very visibly made Swatch uncomfortable.

Spamton, on the other hand was ecstatic. The little puppet jumped around the room, his head growing in size as he laughed and laughed and laughed joyously. Eventually he sprinted back up to Swatch and shook their hand incredibly fast. He did note, through his joy fueled frenzy, that Swatch’s hand was oddly cold and smooth …“HAEHAEHAEHAEHAE! ALRIGHT [[Bird brain]], U GOT YOURSELF A DE4L!!! [[H e a v e n]], SPAMT-SPAMTON’S COMING!! U CAN’t KEEP HIM [[25% Off on Choice Padlocks]] FOR EVER!”

Swatch groaned, immediately regretting their decision to do this.

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Moonflower's Journey: Part 6

Moonflower: Done!

Mr. Wolf: Looks good. Alright gang we have a plan!

The scene fades into the next one, where Moonflower and the team are hiding behind a dumpster near a mansion

Mr. Wolf: Okay, I'm going over the plan one more time before we start the mission. Moonflower will go invisible and disable the defenses of the mansion, then we'll go in and locate the artifact. After that we grab the artifact and go.

Moonflower shifts her scales to make it seem like she has disappeared, there is only a faded outline of her as she goes to the mansion and burns the cameras to the point where they can't function.

The team runs inside and see guards. The guards see them and ambush them. One pins Moonflower down and pulls out a sharp pocket knife and trys to hit Moonflower with the blade. Moonflower dodges it and lashes her tail hard enough to knock the guard off her feet. Smoke exits Moonflower's nostrils.

Moonflower: Let's get that artifact!

The team runs into a room and find it, a stone tablet with cuneiform (the writen language of the Ancient Mesopotamians) and Mr. Snake swallows it whole.

Moonflower: Okay now let's get ou-

Before she can finish a vision of Webs drowning flashes on screen.

Moonflower hyperventilates and the team looks concerned.

Moonflower (in between breaths): Go without me! I'm fine! I-I-I'll catch up!

Mr. Shark: We are not leaving you.

He picks up Moonflower and the team gets in the car.

Mr. Wolf (placing the artifact in the museum owner's hands): Here you go, sir.

Museum owner: Thank you so much! (He hands the team a twenty thousand dollar check) This is for returning the artifact.

Diane: Wow that's a lot!

Museum owner: I know but this is a pretty important artifact.

Moonflower: Because Mesopotamia is destroyed, leaving no remains of their palaces or other structures. At least according to my research.

Museum owner: Yeah, well thank you so much for your help!

Webs: It was nothing.

Mr. Piranha: We should head home now.

The team nods in agreement as the walk to the car and the museum owner continues to thank them.

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The Comeback Special

13 Degrees.

The wind was unforgiving in Cyber City. Winter was here, and it wasn’t holding back. No matter what kind of Darkner you were, whether it be a werewire, a swatchling, a tasque, or even a maus, the cold affected them all. Those who were privileged enough to be programmed with insulators such as fur or feathers were better equipped to stave off this cold, but not all are created the same. Some needed to seek modifications like clothing files to keep warm, and some simply had homes to retreat to when the cold became too much.

One was not so lucky.

Once beloved by customers as the best sales Addison the city has ever known, a fallen and broken Addison sought shelter from the sheer cold in an empty dumpster down a shady alleyway. Their name was Spamton G Spamton. With no home to go to, no fur or feathers to shield them, and barely any dense clothing modifications to protect them, the Addison was left to face the elements at their intensest. Only armed with a stain-ridden white sweater, a torn up black trenchcoat, and a stiff and stale fleece blanket, Spamton braced for one of the hardest nights he may face this winter. If he wanted to get sleep of any kind that night, he would have to sacrifice any kind of comfortable sleeping position in order to warm up. He was curled up hard into a ball in the corner of the dumpster, his blanket wrapped around his compressed body tightly. But the cold sharp air easily penetrated his defenses, leaving him without much hope of getting any sleep. His teeth chattered harshly, no way of crying out for help except for the soft whimpers he made from the painful temperature. His body shook violently with desperation, desperate for any kind of relief. It was difficult for his body to produce any kind of warmth, he was quite malnourished, and hadn’t had a decent meal in days, leaving his system running on empty. The cold air hurt so much, It was as if someone was stabbing his body with thousands of frozen needles over and over again. His eyes were firmly clenched, beads of tears lined his ducts due to the pain, which were on the brink of freezing right to his face. There would be no sleep tonight, only slow and agonizing pain and numbness for Spamton. Gasps of harsh, labored breaths escaped from the Addison’s blanket ball, his body’s last attempt to call out for help. With time, each breath became painful as well, the freezing wind filling his cavity and shocking his vocal chords, leaving the broken salesman in complete silence. His energy for the night spent, he was too drained to keep himself warm, eventually succumbing to the icy hand of motherboard nature, as he passed out into a deep hibernating state. His body unclenched, and collapsed face first onto the solid floor of the dumpster, leaving him open and vulnerable to the elements. He was at the mercy of the weather…

*Creeeeaaaaak*

The dumpster lid was hoisted open, and a trash bag was thrown into the opposite corner from where Spamton was lying down. Despite the loud thud of the bag, Spamton remained outcold and motionless. The one who opened the dumpster was a resident Addison of the apartment building nearby, and coincidentally enough, this was an Addison Spamton knew all too well. It was Banner, his blue and empathetic coworker, the only Addison who went to check on him when he was being evicted from the Queen’s mansion. Banner was always the kindest to Spamton, and even showed immense regret from the getgo when the team abandoned Spamton. They were the one who encouraged him the hardest when he had a no-sale shift, or would buy him a coffee and snack when he had run out of money and hadn’t eaten yet that day. They were Spamton’s rock during his Addison days, and there they stood at Spamton’s dumpster doorstep, just about to be unaware of his presence, if it wasn’t for the static coming from his glasses, his body’s last signal for help. They gasped when they took notice of the little Addison.

“O-Oh my God, i-is that, Spamton?” Banner wondered with concern.

They lifted the other side of the dumpster lid and took a closer look. There was no doubt about it; it was him, and he didn’t look good.

“Oh shit, Spamton!? Wake up!” they yelled, reaching in to pull him out.

His hands were ice cold to the touch and he wasn’t responding, the static in his glasses slowly fading. Banner grabbed Spamton’s fleece blanket and wrapped him up tightly and held him close, hoping some of their warmth would transfer to him. They knew that they had to get him as quickly as they could back to their place and warm him up before he succumbed to frostbite, so they wasted no time booking it back to the apartment.

‘Oh god, please don’t die, please don’t die…’ Banner thought, worried that he might not make it.

They aggressively pressed their room’s door button over and over until the door buzzed open after a few seconds. They hustled their way to their apartment door and slammed it open, startling the other Addisons who were visiting them that night.

“Whoa Banner, what happened out there?” Vid asked, turning towards Banner from the couch.

“Off the couch Vid! Click, get a hot water bottle! Survey, grab a-” Banner commanded, but was interrupted by Click.

“Hey hey hey, calm down! Take a breath and explain to us what’s going on!” Click said firmly, his hands on Banner’s shoulders.

“N-No! He’s- in trouble! Spamton- he’s freezing! We need- to help him!” Banner cried, pushing Click out of the way and placing Spamton down next to Vid on the couch.

“Hey!” Vid complained, Banner having ripped the blanket right off of him to wrap Spamton up more.

“Wait, is that really Spamton?” Click questioned, getting up from the floor and approaching Banner.

“DON’T JUST STAND THERE, HELP ME!” Banner screamed, tears in his eyes and his teeth grit.

“O-Okay okay!” Click replied, running to the kitchen to retrieve a hot water bottle.

“Oh man, he looks terrible! Where’d you find him?” Vid asked Banner.

“He was in a dumpster, I thought he was frozen solid!” Banner answered, tightening the blankets around Spamton. “He’s still alive, but we have to warm him up, he’s not waking up!”

“I’ll go grab the heated blanket.” Survey announced, running into the bedroom to grab it.

Banner stayed by Spamton’s side and attempted to warm up his little hands. They were stiff and locked in a closed fist, so frozen that it even made them shiver. Banner cupped Spamton’s hands inside theirs and blew hot air into them. Click soon returned with the hot water bottle and they placed it on Spamton’s chest inside the blanket, making sure that it wasn’t touching bare skin so as to not burn him or warm him up too quickly so his body wouldn’t go into another shock. Survey soon followed with the heated blanket and they plugged it in, wrapping him up in a third layer. The heat from the blanket soon penetrated the other layers and began to warm him up to the point where his body started to shiver again, adding more heat energy to the blanket wrap. All four of them sigh in relief to see that he was starting to recover, and Banner gave their brothers a hug.

“Th-Thanks guys… I thought we lost him for good…” Banner sniffled.

“It’s okay Banner, relax now. He’ll be alright now, take a breather.” Survey reassured, rubbing Banner’s back.

“O-Okay…” Banner nodded, lying down on the couch next to Spamton.

The other 3 sat on the floor next to the couch, and anxiously waited for him to wake up. At the same time, each of them began to realize what kind of trouble they were going to face when Spamton woke up, they were sure going to get an earful about abandoning him during his big shot days and practically kidnapping him from his dumpster. Click rubbed the back of his neck, Survey twiddled his thumbs, Vid bit his nails, and Banner rubbed their temples. What felt like forever to them was only a few minutes later, and Spamton’s glasses had switched from static to their usual pink and yellow coloring. The four of them could see behind his glasses at this point, Spamton’s tiny black beady eyes beginning to open. A soft groan escaped his mouth and he attempted to sit up, but found himself practically bound by the amount of blankets that were wrapped around him. Banner eased him back into a lying position.

“N-No Spamton, you need to rest and warm up.” they told him firmly but calmly.

“Nnrrgghhh… Wh-Where… Wh-” Spamton tried to speak, but was ultimately shushed by Banner.

“Relax Spamton, you’re in rough shape. You’re at Banner’s home, you remember us, right?” Click answered.

Suddenly Spamton’s eyes shot open and he began to struggle more, as if Banner’s name was a trigger to some kind of fight or flight response. The four of them gasp and try to hold him down. It was surprising how strong he was despite being weak from starvation and the cold.

“No Spamton! You’re not well!” Vid yelled.

“Stay still!” Click instructed.

“Relax, you’re gonna hurt yourself!” Survey warned.

“Shhhhh, calm down, Spammy! Let us help you!” Banner told him with worry.

Somehow Spamton managed to break free from his blanket wraps and out of their grips from the massive jolt of adrenaline his body released. He scrambled his way to the door, his feet barely keeping up with him and almost tripping on each other. He flings the door open and makes his way to the apartment entrance, where the four of them catch up to him. They watch as he pries the front doors open and is presented with a very strong gust of wind that was carrying a bit of snow with it, covering Spamton in a layer of frost. Within seconds his knees collapse under him, and he’s brought down with a thud. Banner gasps and runs quickly over to Spamton, scooping him up and brushing the frost off his face.

“Spamton, what in Cyber City were you thinking!? You could’ve gotten seriously hurt!” Banner questioned with concern.

“I-I don’t need your [HELP WANTED]... I-I can [MAKE IT RAIN] on my own [TERMS AND CONDITIONS]...” Spamton muttered, violently shivering from the gust of wind that hit him.

“Please Spamton, let us help you. I know you want to feel independent, but this isn’t the time, buddy. It’s below freezing out there and you’re only wearing a sweater. That dumpster isn’t going to keep you warm… Please swallow your pride and relax, you need to get better.” Banner told him, standing back up and stroking his rosy cheek.

“...Don’t [$8.99 PAMPERS CRUISERS] m-me, I’ll be [A-OKAY] with just a [GOOD NIGHT MOON]’s rest on the [GROUND FLOOR]... I d-don’t need the [LOVESAC: DESIGNED FOR LIFE FURNITURE]…” he instructed, his stubbornness clearly visible.

“Spam, we’re not gonna have you sleep on the floor or the couch. You need some real sleep, plus we have a spare room you can use, we don’t mind sharing beds to let you have some privacy.” Banner replied, holding Spamton closer.

“...fine.” he huffed, finally admitting defeat and allowing Banner to bring him back to their apartment.

Click followed beside the two of them, his nose wrinkling from the sudden stench that just smacked him in the face.

“Ugh Spam, when was the last time you took a shower!?” Click cringed, wafting the air around them.

“Click, Don’t embarrass him more than he already is!” Banner barked at Click, ruffling Spamton’s hair. “You’re welcome to a nice hot shower once you’re warmed up…”

Spamton answered with a soft groan, but had no intention of taking a shower, no matter how much dirt and grime was in his hair and on his plush body. Taking their free hospitality offers went against his drive to be completely independent from them, especially after the four of them had abandoned his friendship long ago. But in his current state, he was in no condition to turn them down, but wouldn’t make it easy for them to help him. He was soon wrapped back up in the blankets on the couch, the warmth of the electric blanket enveloping his freezing frame. His eyes began to droop as his instinct to run away lessened and his shivering ceased. He clung to the hot water bottle like a cat holding onto their mother for comfort, and let himself lean back into the couch. Once his energy could stop primarily focusing on warming himself up, it had turned to other issues he had on hand. Spamton didn’t realize just how hungry he was, it had been days since he’d last eaten, but he had gotten so used to going without that he had gotten real good at hiding it. But tonight, that was not the case.

*Grroowwwrrlll*

The four Addisons all turned to Spamton at the same time, each with a different look of worry. Banner turned to Survey and gave him a suggestive nod, Survey got the hint and went to prepare Spamton a cup of tea. They knew he needed to eat, but were worried that he wouldn’t be able to keep it down after having nothing for a long time. If he could first keep the tea down, then he should be able to keep food down.

“Hey buddy, we’re gonna make you some tea. I know you must be starving, this should help any nausea you might get or have with your meal.” Banner whispered to him.

Spamton whined and struggled a bit in his blanket wraps. Banner quickly held Spamton close and rubbed his head, softly shushing him. They could tell he was both in pain and fighting his inner prideful demons, and kept their patience up.

“Nnnoooooo! No [T MINUS 10 SECONDS], I don’t want [FOOD COURT AHEAD: EXIT 16], I’m fiiiiine! I’m not [LOW ON FUEL]!” he rejected, struggling harder in the blankets.

“Stop flailing, Spamton! You don’t need to tough it out right now, we’re here to help you get better. Plus, you’re not fooling us, I can hear your stomach growling from here..” Click snarked, filing his nails on the chair across the room.

*Grrrgggrrrlll*

“Speak of the devil…” Click snickered.

“Click, not now…” Vid sighed, rolling his eyes.

“Here Banner, I made sure it wasn’t too hot to drink already.” Survey softly smiled, handing Banner the mug.

“Thanks Survey… Spamton, open your mouth for me.” Banner said warmly, holding the tea near his face.

Although he wanted to refuse the tea again, he knew that the more he resisted, the more they would be hounding him with more healthcare. Despite how much his soul hurt to do this, he slowly opened his mouth, allowing Banner to pour some tea in. Gulping it down, the tea instantly filled his belly with a medicinal heat, calming the hunger pangs a bit; the taste was strangely familiar.

“I don’t remember which one of our teas was your favorite, so I hope you’re okay with mine.” Survey added.

Spamton finished his drink and nodded, snuggling back into the blankets. He let out a sigh and a faint bit of steam escaped from his nose. Banner chuckled at the sight, Vid giggled a bit, Survey smiled, and Click simply huffed.

“Now then Spamton, do you want to try to eat something now, or shower first?” Banner asked him quietly.

“N-No… No [HOOVER DAM], or [FAST FOOD]... so [SLEEP MODE]...“ Spamton rejected.

“Are you sure? It might help you sleep better… C’mon, just a quick rinse, you’ll sleep more comfortably without mud caked to yourself.” Banner countered.

Spamton groaned and turned his head deeper into the blanket wrap and curled himself up tight. It seemed like he wasn’t going to budge this time. They decided that it was best not to push him farther, sure it was a bit annoying to have someone refuse any help you offer to them, but this was Spamton they were talking about; ever since he joined the Addison team, he had been headstrong, stubborn, and very prideful. Anytime they tried to offer him advertising advice, he would ignore them. It seems his personality had never left him after all these years. Banner sighed and lifted Spamton up, carrying him to the spare room to tuck him into bed. They figured it was best that he got some much needed rest first before anything else.

“Tch, typical Spammy. So resistant to help...” Click mumbled under his breath.

“That’s enough, Click. Our friend’s suffering, and it’s all our fault.” Survey growled, glaring harshly at him.

“Our fault!? When was it our fault when he decided to rub his success in our faces and snap at us when we questioned about the source of it!?” Click yelled. “You can see it, he’s not sorry for what HE did, he wants nothing to do with us!”

“Shhhh! Click, he’s sleeping…” Banner shushed, peeking out of the guest room. “I think it’s best that we head to bed, it’s been a long night for all of us…”

“We can discuss what to do with him tomorrow after he’s had a good breakfast and a shower.” Survey declared, heading for one of the bedrooms.

“Ughh, fine… Don’t expect me to get up in the middle of the night if he cries from a nightmare…” Click grunted, heading towards the bathroom to freshen up before bed.

“G’night guys.” Vid yawned, heading to the bedroom with Survey.

The four of them decided that Click and Banner would sleep in one bedroom, Vid and Survey would sleep in the other bedroom, leaving Spamton the guest room to himself to allow him to sleep better and give him a bit of privacy and independence. Banner was concerned that Spamton would try to take off again in the middle of the night, so as a precaution, they had locked the bedroom windows and locked the door, hoping that might slow him down enough to where they could catch him.

“Do you think he’ll be alright alone in there?” Survey asked Vid, brushing the fur on his head.

“He lived on his own in the garbage for years, I’m sure one night in a bed won’t make a difference on his health.” Vid answered, climbing into his side of the bed.

“I guess you’re right.” Survey agreed, turning the lights out and climbing into bed too.

“Click, try not to be so blunt around Spamton tomorrow, he’s clearly still upset about what we did, and I know you’re still mad at him… But now is not the time to talk about that, his health needs to come first.” Banner confronts, changing into a nightgown.

“Look, I just don’t think he’s being grateful for our help-” Click started, but was cut off.

“Click, enough! I don’t want to hear another word out of you, you have no idea what kind of pain and suffering he went through living in the streets… unless you’d like to know firsthand tonight… Now go to bed.” Banner scolded, climbing into bed and ripping the covers more to their side, not leaving Click with much.

“Okay okay, jeez…” Click muttered, giving up on the conversation and climbing into bed, turning the light off. “Atleast I can still get my beauty rest.”

The four of them slowly shut their eyes and eventually lulled into sleep from the night silence.

- - -

*GRRROOWWWRRLLL*

Click’s eyes shot open and realized where the strange sound was coming from. Of course, it had to be Spamton… He let out a frustrated groan and pushed the pillow his head was lying on into his ears. Banner simply tried to ignore it and kept their eyes shut. Survey had been woken up by the noise, but just rolled over and shut his eyes again. Vid… didn’t notice, and was too deep into sleep, snoring with his rear end in the air and one leg off the bed. Click sighed and sat up, knowing he most likely wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep. He turned to the clock, only three hours had passed. Dammit.

*GRRRGRRRRLLLL*

Suddenly Click started to climb out of bed, about to storm into Spamton’s room in frustration, when he felt something grab him.

“Let it go…Go back to bed…” Banner mumbled, lightly grabbing Click’s arm and giving him a tug.

“Banner, I can’t sleep with all this noise! His stomach is so fucking loud...” Click complained, picking up his pillow and pressing it aggressively against his ears again.

“Do you want to live in a dumpster with nothing to eat this week and sleep in the cold too?” Banner sternly asked.

“N-Nooo? Of course not!” Click replied, his face changing from irritated to hesitant when he saw Banner’s face turn to him.

“Then two words: Shut. Up.” Banner snarled, giving Click a serious look. “Or I’ll make it happen…” They turned back around and fell back asleep.

Click got the message and decided to try and sleep through the noise. He was quite the light sleeper, and any noise that wasn’t a white noise machine tended to wake him up. He climbed back into bed, kept the pillow pressed against his ears and turned to his side, trying to get into a more comfortable position. He thought perhaps he could try counting some tasques jumping over the Queen’s vases to help him relax enough to rest again. He counted one, two, three, four, five, six, spaghetti code, a CD bagel, a Butler juice- what? His eyes shot open as his thoughts about tasques turned into thoughts about food, leading to his own stomach to start gurgling at him for a midnight snack.

“Shut the fuck up…” Click grumbled, ignoring his belly, pulling the covers up and shutting his eyes tight, eventually drifting back to sleep after a few tosses and turns.

- - -

Morning soon rolled around and the four Addisons stretched their way out of bed. Click didn’t get much of a wink of sleep while the others were decently rested. Vid quickly got out of bed to go brush his hair and teeth while Survey got dressed in his Sunday best. Banner put on a robe and headed for the kitchen to make a few pots of coffee for everyone and begin making some cinnamon toast. Click reluctantly stumbled out of bed, rubbing the now visible dark circles under his eyes, and shuffled into the bathroom. Once everyone was done getting ready for the morning, they headed to the kitchen where Banner greeted them with a good morning and a cup of coffee. Spamton was the last to wake up, slowly crawling his way out of the opening of the blanket wraps. The inside was stained with dirt from his clothes. He stepped down from the bed and wandered over to the door, reaching up for the handle. Despite his size only being a couple feet shorter than his friends, things around him just always seemed taller. He jiggled the handle to find it stuck in a lock position. He was worried that he had gotten stuck in the room without realizing it, so he started to turn the handle over and over a bit more aggressively. Banner overheard the door handle noises and walked over to unlock it, bending down to Spamton’s level.

“Morning Spamton, did you sleep well?” Banner asked, smiling.

“U-Uhhh…Y-Yeah, I feel a bit [RECHARGE COMPLETE]...” Spamton stuttered.

“Good, now c’mon. I made some coffee, I’m sure you could use the caffeine.” Banner said, taking Spamton’s hand and leading him to the kitchen.

At first Spamton kept his head down, not exactly wanting to look his friends in the eyes, he knew they were most likely mad at him for his behavior during his big shot days. He wanted to quickly come up with something to say to them just to break the ice and lessen the tension, but his voice was caught in his throat. He felt like all eyes were on him when he walked into the kitchen with Banner, but he was correct, all eyes were on him.

“Mornin’ Spam.” Vid greeted, taking a bite out of some toast.

“Feel a little better?” Survey asked, sipping some tea.

“Sleep well?...” Click questioned, sarcasm lingering in his voice.

Spamton nodded, keeping his eyes to the floor.

*Grrrooowwwrrllll*

The four of them all were startled at the sudden noise, but ultimately tried not to directly confront him about it right away. Banner smiled and let his hand go, headed toward the stove, and grabbed a pan from the cabinet. They snapped their fingers and Vid reached into the fridge, handing them a carton of eggs.

“Well, a good morning to you too!” Survey chuckled, ruffling Spamton’s hair.

“That’s quite a noise, Spammy!” Vid giggled, patting his own belly.

“A bit too noisy if you ask me…” Click muttered under his breath while sipping his coffee.

“Spamton, what would you like for breakfast? Scrambled eggs, pancakes, some cinnamon toast? I’ll make you whatever you want.” Banner offered, turning their head to smile at him.

It was at this moment that Spamton walked over to the coffee pot and grabbed the mug Banner had left for him, taking a small sip. All four of them stared at him, waiting for his answer, knowing most likely he was going to ask for a Queen buffet. But to their surprise…

“Y-You don’t need to [SLAVE LABOR] away to make me a [$1.99 MCGRIDDLE], I’ll be [ALL SET] with a coffee…” Spamton replied.

“I knew he wouldn’t want anything…” Click complained.

“B-But Spam, you didn’t want to eat dinner last night, and who knows when you ate last!” Survey countered with worry.

“Aren’t you starving though?” Vid asked.

“Please Spammy, at least have some cinnamon toast or something, you’re not well…” Banner begged, bending down to Spamton’s level.

“[NO]! I’m fine! Now leave me [ALONE ON A LATE NIGHT?]...” Spamton yelled, strutting away from the Addisons and headed over to the balcony.

The four of them watched as Spamton opened the balcony glass door and stepped out, rustling his free hand in his pocket. Vid got down from the counter and walked toward the balcony, peeking at what Spamton was doing. To his surprise, he watched as Spamton pulled out a broken cigarette and a lighter from his pocket and began to light himself a drag. It took Vid aback, he had no idea that Spamton smoked. It was something Addisons would greatly avoid getting into as they tend to have very addictive personalities.

“S-Spam? Are you… smoking?” Vid stuttered.

“I’m sorry, WHAT!?” Click yelled from across the room.

“It’s just a [HOBBY LOBBY] I picked up at the [ROYAL HOUSE], I don’t [TAKE ‘EM DOWN] that often, why?” Spamton replied, taking another hit.

“Spammy, that’s not good for you, don’t you know how addictive that stuff is to Addisons!?” Survey warned, approaching the balcony.

“It’s nothing to [WORRY WORRY WORRY] about, I know [WTF] I’m doing, get off my [BABY BACK RIBS]!” Spamton argued.

It was at this moment that the Addisons had seen enough. They knew it wasn’t going to be easy trying to care for Spamton with his stubbornness and pride, but seeing him trying to skip breakfast with a coffee and a smoke when they’re offering him anything he wanted in his condition was what broke the camel’s back. Click, Survey, and Vid stood tall over him, their arms crossed and glaring beady eyes. Typically Addisons never show their eyes, so to have all four of them reveal their eyes meant business. Banner took it upon themself to step over to Spamton, take the cigarette from his hand, and put the flame out with their fingers.

“HEY! That was my [99% OFF MERCHANDISE]!” Spamton snarled, trying to jump up and reach for it.

“Spamton, this behavior is unacceptable. We’re not going to take your prideful attitude anymore, you are in no position to refuse or argue. We have been very patient letting you decompress your feelings towards us, and we’ve held our tongues about what you did years ago. We gave you a place to sleep tonight, and you show us no respect or a thank you. And we are certainly not going to allow you to have just a coffee and a cigarette for breakfast. We’re going to make you a proper breakfast whether you like it or not.” Banner told him sternly.

“NO! You’re not making me an [ALL-YOU-CAN-EAT BUFFET]! I [REFUSE] to [CONSUME] it!” Spamton tantrumed, stomping his foot.

“Hrmm, a buffet… That sounds even better!” Vid brainstormed.

“Yes, I agree. Let’s get to work!” Banner smiled standing back up. “I’ll make the scrambled eggs, Vid you make the pancakes, Survey you make the breakfast meats, and Click, make him some fresh squeezed orange juice!”

“Right!” they all agreed and headed towards the kitchen, Spamton following behind them in a fit.

“[STOP] IT! I DON’T WANT [WAKEY WAKEY EGGS AND BAKEY]!” he aggressively pouted, trying to kick their legs as they cooked.

Vid got the griddle warmed up and began to prepare some chocolate chip and blueberry pancakes, as he couldn’t decide which one to make. Click cut the oranges they had in the fruit bowl in half and began to wring them out, straining the pulp from the juice. Survey got the bacon and sausage from the fridge and placed the sausages a few at a time in the pan to fry them and put the bacon in the oven to crisp. Banner was busy seasoning the eggs with pixel salt and cheese while they melted some butter in a pan to add to their flavors. Spamton alternates between them all, kicking and punching, screaming and biting, snarling and protesting. But it was all for naught. They were too busy and focused to pay attention to his arguments, and he was too hungry to really do any damage to them. In fact, Spamton only managed to fight them for about 30 seconds before growing too exhausted to continue. Eventually he gave up trying to stop them and just laid down on the couch, trying to catch his breath and calm the achy, empty feeling in his stomach. Despite how hungry he was, he was still determined not to accept their help and keep the remainder of the dignity he thought was in threat. It was hard for him to resist the sweet and savory smells coming from the kitchen, he couldn’t help but peek at their progress over the couch. It looks like they were almost done cooking as they started to plate the food up. He started to panic, worried that they were going to force him to eat, so he decided that he would have to hide long enough for them to give up looking for him, then he could make his move out of the apartment. Spamton ran out of the living room and into one of the Addison’s bedrooms, crawling under their bed.

“C’mon Spammy, time to eat!” Banner called for him.

“You better come and eat this, we worked very hard to cook it all!” Click yelled.

“Spamton?” Survey muttered, peeking out of the kitchen.

“Shit, where’d he go?” Vid wondered, looking around the living room.

“Spamton, don’t do this, it’s for your own good.” Banner groaned, checking under the couch.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find you Spammy, you can’t hide forever…” Click whispered, peeking behind the curtains.

‘Heh heh, they’ll never find me under here…’ Spamton thought, but suddenly felt the empty feeling shift. He held his belly tight with his hands. ‘Oh no, please not now!’

But it was too late.

*GRRROOWWWRRLLLL*

“Aha! Found you!” Click laughed, violently pulling the covers up and grabbing Spamton’s legs.

“[AAAAAHHHHHH]!!!” Spamton screamed, gripping the carpet as hard as he could.

Click pulled Spamton from under the bed, there were claw marks left in the carpet. He began to flail in Click’s arms, but he wasn’t going to let him go. Vid and Survey soon joined him and grabbed a different part of Spamton, leaving him virtually unable to escape now.

“Stop fighting!” Vid commanded, struggling to hold Spamton’s right arm.

“Stay still!” Survey instructed, struggling to hold Spamton’s left arm.

“This is happening whether you want it to or not!” Click roared, struggling to hold Spamton’s body.

“Here Click, sit down at the table and hold him in your lap, I’ve got the plates all set.” Banner told the three of them.

“Okay okay!” the three of them replied, Click sitting down and keeping Spamton on his lap.

Survey stood behind Click and kept Spamton’s arms behind him so he couldn’t try to slap them or the fork away. Vid stood next to Banner as they prepared the first plateful; it contained four pancakes, some scrambled eggs, and a few pieces of bacon. They sat next to Click and got a forkful of a blueberry pancake slice ready.

“Now open your mouth, Spammy dear~” Banner ordered Spamton, waving the fork in his face.

“[#&$&] YOU!!! [#&$&] YOU [#&$&] YOU [#&$&] YOU!!!” Spamton screamed through his tightly clamped teeth, not wanting to allow Banner to feed him.

Banner sighed. “Fine… I didn’t want it to come to this… Vid, pry his mouth open.”

“WHAT!? I’m not putting my fingers near that bear trap, he’ll bite them clean off!” Vid refused.

“Just grab the garden gloves from the closet, he shouldn’t be able to bite you through them.” Banner instructed, tilting their head towards the closet in the hallway.

“Alright alright, I’ll do it.” Vid replied, running to the hallway.

“[QMDSLMLZJ] [FIOEWSYOFWEU] [HFJNKSNFSDG]!!!” Spamton cursed, a faint bit of foam coming out of the corners of his mouth.

“Don’t worry Spammy, you’ll feel better in a moment.” Banner reassured.

After a minute of struggling and cursing, Spamton soon found himself too exhausted to resist again, but managed to keep his mouth firmly shut. His stomach bubbled and churned from the sudden burst of movements and prolonged empty feeling, which made him feel quite nauseous, draining his energy quickly. He went a bit limp in the Addison’s grips.

“Urrrgghhh… s-so [SEASICK] and [FRAGILE GOODS]...” he mumbled weakly.

“Shhhh, breathe Spamton.” Banner whispered to him, scratching the top of his head.

“I got the gloves!” Vid announced, stepping back into the room wearing them.

“Good, now quick while he’s distracted!” Banner told him, readying the forkful.

Spamton let out a pathetic whimper as Vid began to stick his gloved hands into his mouth. Slowly but surely Vid managed to wiggle his gloved hands through his teeth far enough to be able to start separating his jaws.

“NnnnnooooOOOOOOOO!” Spamton whined as his mouth was pried open.

“Agh-! Okay, I got it!” Vid grunted, his hands shaking from the fight Spamton was putting up.

Banner quickly stuck the forkful into Spamton’s mouth before he managed to clamp his teeth back down. Vid shrieked and jumped back, saving his fingers from being caught. Spamton wretched a bit from the aggressively inserted pancake, but Banner quickly covered his mouth before he could cough it up.

“Nope! I’m not going to let you spit it out, now chew and swallow it! They commanded, their eyes growing more stern as their patience finally ran out.

Spamton shook his head back and forth, trying to get Banner’s hand off his mouth. His tongue strained to keep to the back of his throat and not taste the pancake slice too much. The syrup dripped to the back of his throat and coated his tongue with its sweetness, eventually leading him to taste it a bit more. The sugar in the syrup caused his mind to be flooded with bursts of serotonin, which encouraged him to accept the food. Cautiously he started to chew the pancake, the taste of blueberry intensifying with each rotation to both sides of his mouth. Spamton began to relax in the Addison’s grip and enjoy the food, his belly anxiously awaiting for the first bite. He hesitated to swallow, worried that he would lose what dignity he thought he had left. But eventually he couldn’t wait any longer…

*Gulp*

Banner took their hand off of Spamton’s mouth when they were satisfied he had eaten the first slice. They scratched Spamton’s head and ruffled his hair.

“Good job, buddy…Now, would you like some more?” Banner softly asked him.

Spamton smiled a bit and Banner prepared another forkful, this time getting some scrambled eggs, and then sausage, and then alternating through all three options. He was finally taking the bites of food voluntarily, relishing in all of the delicious flavors. Banner was confident after a dozen mouthfuls that Spamton wasn’t going to run and that he would be comfortable eating without having to be restrained.

“Let him go, I think we should let him finish on his own.” Banner instructed, placing the fork down next to Spamton’s plate.

“If you say so…” Click mumbled, putting Spamton in the chair where he was sitting before.

“Got it.” Survey nodded, letting Spamton’s arms go.

“Eat as much as you want, Spam~” Banner chuckled, patting Spamton on the shoulder, and leaving him to it.

“Thank you…” Spamton answered, picking up the fork and digging in.

Click, Survey, and Vid walked to the living room and sat down on the couch to watch the morning news. Banner stayed at the opposite end of the table, watching as Spamton was having his fill. One by one, the pancakes disappeared into his awaiting belly, along with each sausage link. Soon the eggs were all gone, and he was washing it all down with the homemade orange juice. It all tasted so phenomenal, slowly filling his belly more and more with goodness. A small little paunch began to form under Spamton’s sweater, peeking out from the bottom like a balloon. Banner noticed Spamton’s frame going from concave to convex, and they smiled warmly, knowing that his body was finally showing signs of healing. Soon he was done with his first plate, and he picked it up and held it out towards Banner.

“C-Can I have [10 SECONDS LEFT]?” Spamton begged with wide puppy eyes.

“Of course, we made this buffet for you after all!” Banner nodded, taking the plate and filling it with another healthy portion.

Spamton took back the plate and dug right in, with no change in his pace. He was still practically inhaling the breakfast down, barely chewing it sometimes. It was just as delicious as the last one, maybe even better as he knew what flavors to expect. His belly continued to expand under his sweater, the bottom opening slowly riding up towards his chest. The bacon this time was the first to go, then the pancakes, then the eggs and sausage. Each mouthful swallowed made his belly jut out a centimeter more, and soon it was time for the third plate. Banner didn’t hold back and kept the portion the same, it probably wasn’t good for Spamton to be eating this much at once, but this meal was a bit of an exception, he had gone without something nourishing for a long time, it was probably the right call to not hold him back. Third plate gone, his belly starting to rise above the table. Banner decided to ease up on the portion a bit with the fourth plate now that they could see Spamton’s stomach rising up like the sun in the Lion King, plus he was slowing down a bit. Spamton didn’t care how much was on the plate, so long as he could shove it down his gullet. Click, Survey, and Vid eventually got bored of the news and decided to check on Spamton.

“Hey buddy, how you- whoa…” Survey stopped, bewildered by the amount of food missing.

“Wow, that’s amazing, not even I can eat all that!” Vid laughed, patting Spamton on the back.

“Okay, I guess that’s impressive.” Click smirked, getting an eyeful of Spamton’s paunch.

“Feeling full yet, or do you want one more plate?” Banner asked him.

“[ONE MORE TIME], please…” Spamton huffed, his belly straining against the table.

“Here, why don’t you eat it in a more comfortable position?” Survey offered, pulling the chair out and helping him step down to the floor.

“Oh yeah, let’s bring him to the couch!” Vid squealed, running back to his spot.

“We’ll even help you finish it…” Banner whispered to him, leading him to a spot they left for him.

“Wait, what are we doing?” Click questioned with confusion.

The Addisons sat on the couch together with Spamton in the middle of them all. Banner and Survey were right beside him, while Vid and Click sat on the outside. Survey picked up a piece of bacon and waved it by Spamton’s mouth, to which he opened up and the piece was inserted. Then it was Vid’s turn, he took a slice of pancake and fed it to him. Meanwhile Banner took the opportunity to help Spamton relax more and help his belly digest everything he had eaten with a nice massage, rubbing smooth circles into his fluffy pillowy skin. Spamton purred deeply, munching away each mouthful fed to him, they again alternated which food was fed to him, until all the plates were empty. A few last gulps of the orange juice to wash it down, and Spamton was done with breakfast. His sweater had risen up to the top of his chest, his belly round and profounder than ever before, even during his big shot days when he was eating like royalty. Banner gave it a little kiss and nuzzled it softly.

“I hope you can forgive us for making you have breakfast…” Banner told him.

“Are you [KIDDIE]ing me? I… can’t [THANK YOU] enough for [SAVE]ing my [$4.99 LIFE]...” Spamton replied, melting into the couch in comfort.

“You’d better be thankful, you-” Click started, but was cut off by Banner.

“Don’t.”

Click quickly shut his mouth and took a minute to rethink his answer.

“I-I… I’m glad you’re doing better… When are you going to shower? I don’t wanna come off as rude, but… you still reek.” Click asked, his nose wrinkling up from the stench reappearing once the smell of breakfast and coffee was gone.

“I can [SLIP AND SLIDE] now if you [WANT IT? NEED IT? BUY NOW!]...” Spamton replied, looking down at his belly, realizing it’ll probably be a struggle to stand for very long..

“Why don’t you first focus on digesting your meal? I’m sure your body will appreciate taking it a bit easy for once.” Banner offered instead. “You can shower in an hour or two.”

“Thanks, [YOUR AD HERE]...” Spamton sighed, his eyes slowly drooping from exhaustion and from the massage Banner was giving him.

The five of them smiled together for the first time in a long time, and got closer together on the couch as they watched the remainder of the morning news. Even though Spamton had allowed them to help him today, he knew the longer he stuck around, the closer the day would come that he would have to apologize for his behavior and step off his pride pedestal. There was no way in Cyber hell he wanted to face that day. He would soon have to plan a way to escape their apartment without them knowing, but for now, he felt content and safe enough to be vulnerable around them, and let his body recover a bit from the years of hardship and depression. As he laid back on the couch, his belly slowly rose up and down in his lap as he took some deep breaths. It was a little rosy at the center from being so taut, and the seams were a bit more visible. It was so cozy, so warm, he missed this feeling so much… Safety, friendship, love… He just wished that it didn’t have to go so soon, but his pride was just too stubborn…

[dragynkeep]

I think Volume 7-8 would have been so much more interesting if part of Team RWBY was actually agreeing with Ironwood. Like, minus everything else that made it a dumpster fire, having the team itself split between agreeing with Ruby or Robyn and agreeing with Ironwood would bring more tension, add flavor and spice to the story, make them seem more like INDIVIDUALS. Then you can have whatever “trust love” message you wanna put in as they (including Ironwood) come back together to fight the real villain: Mommy Salami, the Grimm witch trying to end the world, and not the traumatized general trying to fix everything with the limited time and information he has!

this has been a common criticism of the volume & for good reason, especially since the show had seemed like it was setting up this interteam conflict between who would believe that the plan to flee & fight another day was best while the others couldn’t stomach leaving anyone, no matter how much of a suicide mission it was. pragmatism versus idealism is a fantastic narrative fuse & it was barely used in this conflict. where it was used, it was used poorly.

the conflict with ren is essentially wrapped up after he shouts at jaune for something that doesn’t even matter instead of the multiple ways rwbyjnr have actually failed or caused harm in their travels, something i absolutely believe was intentional by mkek because they didn’t actually want to criticize their faves. having ren criticize something seemingly inconsequential & then have the audience follow through with disregarding it is exactly what they did with the criticism of blake & yang only partnering with each other & had marrow seem like the asshole in the scene.

even yang simply disagreeing with ruby is treated like she spit in her face & then slapped her when it was a valid argument; ruby shoved all of the adults out of the way to place herself as the leader which means she now has to take responsibility for when things go wrong. it doesn’t matter that she’s “young”, she can’t have her cake & eat it when she had pushed away all the adults who actually knew what they were doing with her cult mentality of “you’re with me or against me.”

even the theme of “trust love” fails on so many levels in the story because there is no trust. they ruined renora’s relationship with how they painted ren as the bad guy for having boundaries that nora ignored because it wasn’t what she wanted, all to then paint them as finally not knowing who they are without each other after 8 years? really? bumblby can’t even be apart for five minutes without  either girl breaking down & wondering if the other hates them for having free will  /  making their own choices which? why is this mirroring tauradonna of all ships, a relationship where blake was canonically abused? why does she look at yang when she enters the mansion the same way she looked at adam in the trailer when we’re supposed to believe this is a healthy relationship worth rooting for? when there’s been absolutely no evidence of yang being abusive unlike blake in volume 4 but yknow.

this didn’t even get into the instances of ruby & penny’s relationship, or qrownision’s whining over clover, or the bizarre last minute romantic feelings harriet apparently had for clover being shoved into the story to “justify” her descent into condoning mass murder. whatever themes these writers try to tell just fail consistently because at the end of the day, these characters aren’t driving the plot, the plot is driving them. they’re nothing more than lego dolls being moved & pushed into actions according to the demands of the plot & it leads to these massive inconsistencies in characterization & plot.

[prvtocol]

@badtrigger ( Vaas ) : He's lucky the knifing had happened in North Oak. Anywhere else in the city and Vaas would have likely spent his last moments curled up behind a rotten dumpster and wishing he'd have just dropped the five-hundred monthly for Trauma Team coverage. There's hope yet; Landry's home is not far.

An imperfect handprint is left on the glass wall beside the front doors as he stumbles his way into the mansion. Left and right, droplets of blood and red half-handprints mark the ganger's path as he staggers deeper into the home in search of a lavatory. He pushes strained huffs through clenched teeth, struggles to see through an internal ocular interface that blinks red as it warns of his bodily injury.

"as if i don't FUCKING know," Vaas hisses at his insentient cyberware. The pain of the slashes in his side is getting to him. Dirtying the place up with his sticky fingerprints, every drawer in the bathroom is wrenched open during his frantic search for a medkit or inhaler or something. "fuuuck," he softly croaks, sweaty eyelids clenching tight as his hand cradles his side beneath his leather jacket. This is pointless. Vaas gives up the search. He carefully lowers to the ground, free hand pressing flat against cool tile, and leans back against the door. Okay. Okay. If this is how it's gonna be..

It’s beyond late when Brianne gets in, the AV transferring her directly from the tower over the city’s buildings and hills and down onto her North Oak estate landing pad. High heels slip off and are neatly stored in the back entry’s closet and house slippers stepped into as her security guard, Clarence, walks past to complete the perfunctory sweep of the home. Typically, she’d wait, but the yawn of the hour leads her towards the master bathroom, hoping to meet the guard at the end of his circle. The fourth night this week where it’s straight to bed. At least tomorrow is off. Sensors of lights illuminate with her presence, but steps are interrupted. “Ma’am. There’s a problem.” To which Clarence points to the trail of blood, leading from the front door to her destination. Red fingerprints smear the sleek veneer surfaces, the marble floor likewise is dotted in blood. 

Attempts the handle, the guard’s optics at the same time scan and detect a body on the opposite side. “The door’s jammed because of him.” 

“Him?” Fretful sight turns from staring in horror at the macabre painting on her no longer pristine walls to confirm what is already suspected — who else enters her home on a whim?

“Him.” Flat voice confirms, and he proceeds to fold his hands at his front. The inactive pose of which furrows Brianne’s brow in confusion. 

“Ah-alive?” Shaky breath trembles her words, a preemptive wave of fear and no explanation for it — the man is nothing but an abuser, a menace to her sanity. So what if he’s dead? What if…? No —

But Clarence nods, “Barely,” and in her next breath, she’s yelping him to action, gesturing to the door. “Well, don’t just stand there! Get it open!” 

Reluctance aside, compliance cues his brute strength, pushing the door and the body on the other side with it. Entry is cracked open enough to step through — and Brianne does under Clarence’s disapproving opti-shield stare. 

“The medkit. Hallway closet,” sight ticks  down the hall before disappearing beyond the door. Her naivety is met with the grim sight of her extortionist keeled over, unkindly pushed, blood soaked and lifeless. It makes her gasp; hands fly to cover her mouth. He looks dead. “Oh my goodness, Vaas.” She almost gets stuck in place but the realization — he’s dying — moves her to the back wall cabinet to grab one perfectly folded, crisp white cotton hand towel from a stack of many. That he rummaged through her bathroom, leaving red prints all over her marble vanity, goes unnoticed. 

Black pencil skirt stretches over thighs as she kneels, pushing him onto his back to which he groans — still alive. His one hand slid under his leather jacket points to the source of all that blood — she lifts his hand away and places under it that white towel, her own palm on top to apply pressure. Her other hand takes his and holds it. 

“Vaas? Hey.” She calls to him, voice reassuring and gentle, though not knowing if he can hear her. His hand is squeezed by her own, marring her clean skin red with his blood. “We’re getting a MaxDoc. You just hang in there, okay?” 

Clarence enters with the medkit in one hand, a MaxDoc in the other, but he hesitates. “You sure on this?”

“What?” Fretful eyes peer up at him.

“Let me take him outside. Dispose of him. Then he’ll no longer be your problem, ma’am.”

“W-what?” Stunned, her voice stammers. The possibility to end this by cutting the head off the snake — to stop the abuse of her, her home, her money in just one life. Sight falls back on Vaas. He crawled to her home with hope, not thinking it’d be snuffed out. She can’t deal that decision, regardless if he’d not do the same for her. 

“I...I can’t. I can’t let him die here. Give me that inhaler.” Bloodied hand reaches to plea for the device, but she fears when Clarence does not immediately comply, that this might be a time when her chief of security pulls a decision against her.

[xprojectrpg]

This Day in X-Project - April 26

2015: Rachel finds Clint to ask him a question about the flight-worthiness of a Hughes F-4 Hercules on long distances and Clint makes her eat and rest from overwork. Case File: The Sting: Bobbi lets X-Factor know that the suspects they brought into custody died while in custody. Cecilia posts asking for help to get her out of watching Ru Paul’s Drag Race with mimosas in bed.

2016:

2017: Bobbi and Warren have a morning talk about future plans and present statuses.

2018: Amanda wonders what Clea is doing at X-Force, Clea proceeds to point out that XF really needs her to function and not die of eating fast food and a man abusing their elevator. Miles invites Bobby to a party at his dorm. Tandy lets people know that the District X food bank will be opening on Monday and letting people she’ll be hosting a thank you party.

2019: Escort Duty: Kevin takes Clea on her first undercover mission where she plans and undertakes a honeypot trap. Darcy hates the day.

2020: This Old House: Jean and Angelo spend the day converting old files to digital; Molly and Logan clear branches from the woods; Felicia and Alani team up to take down a locked door as well as some shots for Felicia's Instagram; Sharon F.and Alex tackle the Medlab inventory; Sooraya and Jean-Phillipe exchange text messages about old X-Corps files; Hope A. and Sue decide to clean Sue’s wardrobe; Kevin and Kurt clean the mansion lounge room; Kyle and Garrison repair the roof; Marie-Ange and Alison re-paint the music room; Doug asks why the hell he woke up next to the dumpster.

2021:

2022:

2023: Sooraya texts Kyle and Scott to talk about Blackbird flight training.

[shiny-heart-tree]

Meteos Spamton has a Grannestian of his own that he uses for storage and for travel, whether in it or on top of its head

He was given one during his stay at the mansion, and basically treated it like an obedient pet, since Grannestians in canon are friendly and could be considered pets, and gave the thing his love and care

When he was evicted though, the robot was taken away from him and put in an area where other Grannestians go to to rest, with plans of resetting all of its memories of Spamton to be sort of "rebranded" for the next resident that decides to live in the mansion

But since the robots have a function built in them that tracks down their master for when they need to be sent to find them or any other reason (not canon to the original Grannestians btw), Spamton's robot waited for the perfect moment to sneak out to find him, and when the moment came, they book it and manage to escape the mansion

When they do find Spamton, the big shot will be overjoyed and just ball his eyes out because, let's face it, a loyal robotic roomba pet is the best company that you're ever gonna have when you have to live in dumpsters from now on

If he ever gets the empty disc, he'll pause right before he commences the transfer, and goes to the robot to tell it to wait and that he will see them soon, before going back and now do the transfer

Hell even after being beaten he'll request that you back to them and tell them about what happened, show them whatever item he drops, and say that he wants the little bot to join the team to let them explore the world without his presence, then turns into whatever said item and you can go to his robot to tell the news or just let them wait forever (like in canon where the Grannestians await their master's return)

That shows that he really does care about his little robot pet very much, even in his hayday

-

I might expand more on this a little with some extra stuff in another post, maybe draw the Grannestian in question too

Also I first had the idea that Spamton found one of the robots and just tweaked them a bit so that they forget about their original masters and have them think that he is actually their master, then I thought of him making his own Grannestian, but I felt like those two didn't exactly make sense in a way, especially the first one

[alienoutsiderxeno]

Hi im a mutual but still a bit shy talking directly ansbsnd,,, with what you posted, i would TOTALLY ask to Dusk and Patch!!! I have a some questions to ask for those guys.... and Goliath too, but i think i need to know a bit of his lore first aaa

Alrighty then since I think it's fair to explain each of their lore fairly about their background

Goliath is the result of an mod upgrade that he didn't expect the effects to change his appearance allow with brutal strength. He didn't bother read the warning of the mod that changes him completely. Being a behemoth brute that he prefer to go straight forward without a plan. Which one of his plans surprisedly succeed to run his own casino to just scam people for making them waste money. Even if he secretly does have a weak spot for lovestruck stories to one day first someone to call them his princess to fall in love.

Dusk is the result of being activated late once Kris already left the basement leaving him behind. They didn't realize that Spamton is already waken even having a few "bugs" that alternate his NEO changes to appear slightly moth-like in the new body. Yet only to be trapped there until the Swatchlings has to request a bounty huntress to get rid of Dusk. The fight went a bit messy until they both started to recognize each other from their past history. So Dusk has to pretend about being handcuffed by the bounty huntress to exit the mansion without him getting a far worse treatment. He ended up being a third roommate living with Glitch since he can't sleep in his dumpster anymore being frankly large. Only between him and Glitch to catch up with some personal issues.

Patch is the result of Kris keeping the hard disk overtime. They wanted to spend more time with Patch. knowing they wanted to know how the salesman was able to know all this type of information. To believe Ralsei is hiding the truth from them. They end up booting the salesman inside the computer to load up Minecraft to test the possiblity if Patch is about to cross boundaries without needing to create a dark fountain. However during the end of chapter 2. I wanted to think the fountain would have spread further to affect more than just the living to the whole house. Just a personal little headcanon. Yet Susie and Kris would had to fight through the odds even having Patch in their team. Having wacky adventures until the two lighteners left to return back to the light world.

Yet the reason why I have the polls to know who is most likely to be receiving asks because I want to make a separate blog for one of them. It'll be 6 days until the decision is made for their ask to be set.

[stefsdean]

🤝

[green-blue-heller]

Holy fuck me.

Jensen Ross Ackles, telling us he’s in a polyamorous relationship since VegasCon 2016...

We just didn’t shut up and listen...

This is some careful wording that doesn't make it at ALL 🙄 (sarcasm) seem like you are talking about being in a relationship with two people, Jensen... 😂

He literally talks about finding the love of your life that you know is the love of your life, and also finding love that is scary but willing to take the leap of faith for them.

And that he found inbetween both of those.

Very careful wording. He never says wife. He says “I’m glad I picked the partner and the teammate that I have.” which definitely makes it sound even more like he’s talking about two people.

What... the... actual... fuck.

All the feels.

https://youtu.be/zNikNGeqwOI

[dimples-of-discontent]

I don’t need Nesnej Ackles to give us any tea on the finale or love confession tomorrow. I just need him to do what he does best: flirt embarrassingly hard with Misha Collins.

[hopefullystillatheatrestudent]

The One Where Jensen Ackles Confirmed Cockles in 2016(????) No. Seriously. For real.

this is a DOOZY. strap in folks.

DISCLAIMER: this is chock full of rps. if you are against cockles/jenmish in any way, this post is not for you. however, if you’re like me, ummmmm...

alright. so. we are REALLY in it now, cockles truthers. and make no mistake, i DO NOT want to undersell the significance of what we have found on this glorious day in 2021.

BUT HEY! DISCLAIMER FIRST, THOUGH IT SHOULD GO WITHOUT SAYING! do not EVER bring this to jensen and misha’s attention. do not comment disrespectful things on social media. when cons/panels start again, don’t ask them questions about it. ever!!! that’s super weird, for one thing, and for two, they won’t give you the answer you want anyway! so, yeah. just be decent, y’all. let’s continue. 

so my dear mutual @green-blue-heller made this post today and i promptly lost my mind. in it, they link this video:

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as far as i can tell, it’s from VegasCon 2016 but was only unprivated on january 24, 2020(dean winchester’s birthday??? wow ok) for some reason, and we have overlooked it until now. to whoever it was that posted it, THANK you for my reason for being and this delayed gratification five years later. anyway, let’s get into it.

right off the bat, those expressions in the thumbnail kind of tell you all you need to know about what we’re venturing into. i have to thank BOTH jensen AND j*red for being ridiculously transparent. i mean...j*red purposefully avoiding eye contact with jensen and looking at the ceiling with his eyebrows raised sky high? jensen hiding his face in his hands, smiling and blushing like a fool, the misha face™ & grin???

so let’s break down what happens with timestamps and everything.

so! i looked up what the question was, i scoured through the entire Vegas Con video, and here it is:

‘My question is for Jensen and Jared. You guys are both happily married, and I noticed that many people had a hard time explaining how they know their significant other is the one. The one they want to spend the rest of their life with, the one that they want to be with, and so, I wanted to ask you guys, how did you know that your current- who you’re with now(audience laughter cuts the rest of the question off and it’s unintelligible)’ ….i’m solidly guessing that the end of that question boils down to ‘was the one’. (....i...uhhhh....have some thoughts on how this question affected jensen, and i will be going into them later.)

Jared: *laughs* Jared, Jensen. When did you first meet your future ex-wives?

*both of them laugh*

Jared: I’m just kidding-I get what you’re trying to say and thank you, um...I, uh, I guess my current wife, uh-

*both laugh again*

Jensen: (sarcastically) Let’s start with her.

Jared: (repeats) Let’s start with her. I, uh, I...you said something kinda, uh, amazing in your question, which is that a lot of people have a tough time or a difficult time explaining to their significant others or to themselves what it is. And I guess I feel that I have no way to possibly explain it to myself or to her... I remember that I had been in a relationship and that I was single and I was like ‘I am not interested in getting in a relationship’ and then she and I went on a date and I was like, ‘I can’t go anywhere else. I’m not interested.’ So, that was kinda what, um, what started it for me *clears throat loudly* Uh. Yeah, I just feel like (searching for words) she makes me a better person-there are a lot of people that make you a better person, and so that’s not enough, I don’t think-or maybe it is, who knows-um...I don’t know, I can’t really...if I could explain, I’d be a poet.

here’s where things start to get interesting. before jared says ‘If I could explain, I’d be a poet,’ Jensen’s face looks like this:

stoic, thoughtful, composed. and then AFTER jared says that his face makes THIS little journey:

go watch it for yourself. this man is ridiculous. in terms of body language? he gazes up and AWAY from jared. it is a private thought, he is not sharing in jared’s joke with him, if at all. it is his own personal musings that make his face LIGHT up like that. this fool looks lovestruck!!! this fool is lovestruck!!!

now, i think it goes without saying, but there is an obvious cockles reason that springs to mind for this reaction. (hint: misha is a poet. that’s it, that’s the reason.) i don’t think jared intentionally said this with misha in mind, but jensen’s thoughts IMMEDIATELY went there. whether or not this is because he was already planning on answering and hinting at his relationship with misha before jared says this, which i think he was-you can certainly see the wheels turning in jensen’s head before this moment-his brain involuntarily makes the connection and it shows in his glowing smile. after that remark...jensen’s gone. he’s whipped. and he HAS to say something about it. 

continuing from where we left off:

Jared: ...and I would love to be a poet. (thought it would be fun to mention that at this point Jensen catches what his face did and immediately looks over to Jared and WIPES the expression of his face...but it’s too late, because someone recorded it, i saw it, and now i’m writing about it five years later)

Jared: But uhh…

Jensen: (interrupting) Just tap me when you want me to take over. 

i think that jensen is simultaneously joking and is also more than ready to say what he’s been composing in his head diligently for the last thirty or so seconds. he has made up his mind, and is now ready to drop the bomb on us.

*audience laughs, Jared playfully swats at him*

Jared: Uh… *thinks in silence for a bit* It’s really difficult, it’s really difficult. She makes me feel safe, she makes me feel loved. Uh...when...I’m in a position where I don’t love myself, I know she loves me, you know, um...she’s just an awesome, awesome lady.

*audience claps*

alright! so in terms of my OWN analysis for what’s happened up until this point, the conclusion i have come to is that there was something in the question that was asked that sets jensen’s mind off about misha, and i think it was the ‘the one’ comment. if we’re putting our cockles goggles on, jensen doesn’t HAVE a ‘the one’. he resents thinking like that. i’m also very intuitive, and i get a sense that jensen is an honest person and can’t really tell a convincing lie. i mean...we all saw that horrible airbnb debacle, right? and his slip up when he accidentally confirms that misha woke up and said ‘i miss (maison)’[which how would you know that unless you were...nvm] and became a stammering mess and had to sit down and cover his face. and that misha is always the one to take the lead when it comes to denying clothes sharing, for instance. jensen has never ONCE attempted to explain that away, because i don’t think anyone would believe him, and i think he’s incapable of doing so because he’s not a dishonest person and can’t lie easily. i’m the same way, so to avoid telling a lie i always speak partial truths, and i’m 99% sure jensen is well versed in this talent as well. oh, also, just to really land my point....we all know how he feels about the finale because he can’t make himself speak well on it. he’ll gush about 15x18 and the PEOPLE BEHIND the finale, but he has not uttered one. positive. word. about the actual finale itself. i mean, we all know what he thinks about it. in his own way, he has made his rage glaringly obvious. and i think he’s doing that exact thing here, where he resents the implication that daneel is the only ‘one’ for him, because that’s simply not true, and he can’t and won’t lie about something like that. 

i watched it back again and wrote notes on jensen’s body language as he’s processing the question. here they are:

from 0:13 to 1:21, jensen: 

looks down - tenses face - searching eyes, lost in thought - jared’s comment brings him out of it but it takes a second - fidgets, adjusts clothes, looks at jared - bites the inside of his cheeks and moves tongue around his mouth(pacifying gesture) - eyes start wandering away from jared, looks down and tenses face, looks back at jared - then looks away, eyes and mind far from the panel and pondering the question itself - somewhat wistful expression, gears clearly turning in his head, lips pursed, stops reacting to what jared is saying, fingers start fidgeting, eyes have moved downward as he is lost in thought - something shifts in his brain, he looks to the ceiling, fidgets and adjusts his clothing, squints and seems to resolve an inner thought - slightly comes back down to earth with newfound resolution - and then jared’s ‘i would be a poet’ comment happens while he’s coming down from that

i mean, this obviously doesn’t necessarily mean anything huge(yet), all it shows is that this question took a lot of thinking for him. when you compare it to how jared kind of just dove in? 

anyway; so then jared’s done, he slaps jensen’s thigh to indicate it’s his turn, jensen makes THAT face you see in the thumbnail, jared’s eyebrows raise, jensen looks down and scratches his forehead, and then makes the statement of a lifetime. 

here’s the link for this next part

Jensen: Ummm..I kind of feel like there’s two types of people ..uh..in regards to marriage and the, the one. Uh, it’s the ones that just, just know with an absolute and, and have a certainty of like, this is the one for me, unequivocally. And then there’s those who are, you know, I don’t know, I’m scared, but I’m willing to take that leap of faith with you. And, I kind of find myself in between both of those(...types of people). And uh, and so, it can be a scary endeavour, and it can, and it will certainly have it’s ups and downs, um, but I think it’s a, uh, it’s a bond, and it’s a connection, and it’s a friendship, and it’s a ride, and it’s a journey that, uh, if you’re willing to stick it out with one another, can be an amazing, beautiful thing and I’m glad that I picked the partner and the teammate that I have, so.

i’ll give you like a second to recuperate before we dig in. 

let’s start with both jared and jensen’s body language first, because it wasn’t even the words that clued me in, it was whatever the hell was going on with jared’s face. 

i really wish i could gif, but i can only attempt to convey the SPEED and VIGOUR with which jared snaps his head toward jensen. 

these pictures are objectively hilarious because you can see the entire mental journey that jared goes on. he was aloof and kind of relaxed because he was done, it’s jensen’s turn now, he’s surely not gonna out himself with this question right? and then jensen goes ahead and says ‘there are two-’ and jared instantly zones right into jensen with a look of horror on his face, that he tries to contain, but does so unsuccessfully. that is the face of a man who is internally freaking out, thought to himself ‘did he seriously just say...’ and is kind of staring at the culprit in shock and awe.

i know that’s what’s happening, because this is not the first time we’ve seen him react like this to something jensen has said. the classic head whip. a few examples, just off the top of my head:

1. ‘he has, hasn’t he?’ 

2. ‘he sounds like that in the morning’ ‘how do you know’ 

3. when he whips his head around when he notices jensen’s face(and instantly understands when he realizes it’s misha)

so yeah, i’m sure you get it by now. jared can’t really keep it off of his face. there’s no real analyzing to be done here...it’s just an obvious tell on his part. there’s no real reason for him to have reacted this way if jensen was saying something inconspicuous, is there? he would have continued to just kind of space out if jensen hadn’t just said something jarringly questionable. 

as for jensen’s body language, i can’t really tell where he’s looking from either angle of both videos i’ve seen. sometimes it seems like he’s looking straight at jared, and maybe nods at him once, but he could also(and is most likely) looking at the fan who asked the question. i don’t think there’s anything particularly telling about his body language because i think he rehearsed his answer in his head and also, he’s not shying away because he’s not lying about anything. like...everything he’s saying is true, so he’s not going to have any tells. and it’s the fact that he is TELLING THE TRUTH that is freaking jared out.

now for what he actually says. because oh my god. 

right off the bat, he says “i kind of feel like there’s two types of people..” and first off, what? what does that even mean? if you think of it in terms of ‘this is about daneel and only daneel’....isn’t this a realllyyyyy strange thing to start out with? objectively? the question that was asked to him was ‘how did you know they were the one?’ and he goes ‘actually there’s TWO types of people’ ...like, jensen never answers the question at hand. 

and then he goes “in regards to marriage and the one”. i hope i’m not the only one who noticed he said the words ‘the one’ in a resentful and kind of degrading tone? seriously, listen to it again. he seems like he’s almost mocking that sentiment. i swear i’m not making it up, it really sounds like that to me. 

and then he says “-it’s the ones that just, just know with an absolute and, and have a certainty of like, this is the one for me, unequivocally. And then there’s those who are, you know, I don’t know, I’m scared, but I’m willing to take that leap of faith with you.” *NON TINHAT VERSION OF EVENTS* what he could mean, i guess, is he was both scared to be with daneel but also knew she was the one for him. which....ok. alright. *TINHAT BACK ON* first off, there’s absolutely no risk with daneel. that’s not a judgement, because i love her; it’s just true. she’s a pretty, talented, amazing woman and they are very much in love. i’m not sure what risks he’s taking there. next up: pretty strange wording then, don’t you think? idk, if it were you, and you wanted to get that point across, wouldn’t you use words like ‘she both scared me and i knew i wanted to be with her at the same time’ and NOT this convoluted mess of ‘there’s two types of people and they are both drastically different but also one and the same’? 

SECOND OF ALL, as many people have pointed out.....he never uses pronouns. this is strange. jared does. jared says gen’s name, even. and uses ‘she’ and ‘her’. jensen never once does that, he practically refuses to do so. and yes, i fully believe it is entirely intentional.

because if you look at this phrase from a cockles lens it makes more sense then if you do not. 

the one that jensen knows, unequivocally, with the utmost certainty, is the one for him, no doubts, no risks; is daneel. the one that he doesn’t know about, is scared of being with, but is willing to take that leap of faith anyway; is misha. and all of a sudden the puzzle pieces fall into place.

because he goes on to say “I kind of find myself in between both of those.” 

he doesn’t say ‘i find myself in between both of those...with her.’ nope. he’s just...in between. caught in the middle. of those two types of people. translation: of those two people. mish. dee. 

“And it can be a scary endeavour, and it will certainly have it’s ups and downs, but I think it’s a bond, and it’s a connection, and it’s a friendship, and it’s a ride, and it’s a journey...” 

every single one of those words can be applied to more than one person. think about it. bond(between three people). connection(between three people). friendship(between three people!!!). there’s no ‘partnership’ in here, which does only apply to two people. 

lastly, “i’m glad i picked the partner and the teammate that i have.”

ok, look. you can easily say that it’s just one person he’s talking about here! of course you can. but this is jensen ackles we’re talking about. jensen ‘rock and pebble’ ackles. jensen ‘mish. dee.’ ackles. so yes. i definitely think that ‘the partner and the teammate’ fall into this category. and i think daneel is the partner and misha is the teammate. 

to put it matter-of-factly: you simply cannot prove that this isn’t about a poly relationship. there is absolutely nothing he says that makes it obvious he is talking about one person here. because he isn’t. 

i just feel like, in the simplest terms, if this were about only daneel, that he would not be using these weird phrases that are half-hidden truths. just to compare, i watched another panel where pretty much the exact same question was asked, minus the whole ‘the one’ debacle, and, just as i suspected, it was an entirely different answer. he talks about the moment where he knew he liked her. her, specifically. says the name daneel. gushes about her. there’s no tiptoeing and weird pronoun usage and vague terminology. 

tl; dr : i think he answered the question this way because there is no ‘the one’ in his life. and he is physically incapable of leaving misha out when talking about ‘the one’ because he has TWO ‘the ones’. and he wants to answer the question to the best of his best ability, but lying is unnatural to him. he will talk about daneel at length and misha at length, but i honestly to my core don’t think you could make him choose between the two. oh! and we literally had confirmation all the way back in fucking 2016, we just never paid attention until now. so......thanks, jensen?

sorry, this got super long, but i hope i warned you well enough. 

[horsegirlcastiel]

I followed this blog as a casual spn fan trying to get Destiel updates and now I’ve seen one of the leads get a boner and am basically convinced he’s in some kind of polyamorous open relationship w the other lead

thanks I guess

i only aim to share the truth (welcome to the dumpster)

[daughter-of-the-rain-and-snow]

I dunno what's worse

MISHA liking this relic or my predictive use of cowboy emojis....

I...

Happy Friday, I guess 🤣

[destielette]

I just found out that there are people who ship cockles without shipping Destiel and without even watching Spn and I’m 😩😭😍

[kagesdumpsterfire]

For the record, team dumpster mansion is where I'm choosing to live for the foreseeable future.