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andradrawsstuff · 4 months ago

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Fourth chapter of my fic ✨

Finally back home so I can continue working on chapter 6

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Bienvenidos a Miami

The sound of splashing water and humans’ laughter could be heard for miles. Crystal cyan waters glistened across the stretch of the coast, with skyscrapers towering directly opposite. Palm trees dotted alongside the road, and a mural of umbrellas painted the pearly-white sand a colourful rainbow. Party in the city where the heat is on. Welcome to Miami.

“Hey, boys!” A familiar voice emerged from around the corner. It was Gloria, holding what appeared to be a cocktail with a tiny umbrella sticking out of the top.

Skipper swung around, flicking his shiny black sunglasses engraved with tiny dolphins on the left rim, bobbing his head and stomping his foot to the beat of Will Smith’s fitting song ‘Miami’. “Hm?”

The penguins were plopped underneath the refreshing shade of a bright red gazebo on the sand, somehow managing to fit half of the locomotive underneath too. It was a miracle they weren’t spotted by the humans, but perhaps them choosing to bunk in a remote area of South Beach was a smart move. They did have to account for the rest of the circus folk and the fact that they were animals though, so they chose to squeeze in a quiet spot between 24th and 26th Street. As for their gargantuan circus tent? Sprawled across a few dozen square metres of greenery. Very discreet.

“What are you guys doing?” Gloria queried. “It’s like, ninety degrees!”

Private jumped in. “We’re fixing the engine! Admittedly, we are melting a little…”

“Aaaand so is the core.” Kowalski butted in. “Ugh, I hate the heat. Its always too clammy, and my inventions keep breaking!”

“You mean more than usual?” Private teased.

Kowalski shot him a disapproving look.

“Pfft, sorry…” He giggled.

The truth is, Private did have a point. Despite Kowalski being one of the smartest birds alive, he sure had a knack for making things that exploded mid-use. He was lucky no such thing happened to the train engine and the core yet. 3 months had passed since its initial installation and trip to California. This was a new record.

“Hey… where’s Rico?” Gloria pondered, noticing his absence.

Skipper pointed towards the cyan sea, sipping from a coconut.

A distant “WOOOOOO!” grew closer, as out of nowhere sprung Rico and Marty straddled on a neon pink surfboard. Marty struggled to control the direction they were being launched in, heading straight for the gazebo. Rico gasped and threw up a pointy rock in front of them, instantly halting the surfboard. The two monochromatic friends were flung into the air, landing on top of the gazebo and bouncing off only to plummet head-first into the sand.

“Well hello to you too.” Gloria sarcastically greeted the duo.

Rico opened his mouth and an avalanche of sand rushed out. “Bleeeergh…”

“Woo!” Marty celebrated. “Now that is something I never thought I’d try!” He raised his hoof in a hi-five position.

Rico burped out the last few grains of sand and slapped his flipper against Marty’s hoof. “Wahoo!”

“Okay boys, you’ve had your fun.” Skipper uttered. “Rico, we need your help.” He chucked over a screwdriver to the adrenaline-pumped penguin. They needed to lock in, or this core that Kowalski impressively hadn’t exploded yet, might just do that.

“Well, we’ll leave you to it, then… I guess.” Added Marty, gesturing to Gloria to join him.

The birds got along surprisingly well with the four ‘hippies’, as Skipper would call them. Over the last year they had the occasion to bond over both mundane and exciting adventured all over the world. The mammals did find the little guys charming and cute, so they grew quite fond of them. Although, they did tend to draw trouble wherever they went. But that was just something that they’d have to live with if they wanted to keep the little guys around.

In what seemed like only a few minutes, the beach was surrounded by darkness, with the crescent moon and neon city lights illuminating the entire coast. But the penguins had little success in fixing the engine, resulting in Kowalski removing the core completely until they managed to cool it down. He placed it in a small sachet that he swung around his shoulders in order to keep it safe. They were headed for the nightlife in the heart of the city. It was Miami after all, what else would they do?

#tpom #the penguins of madagascar #penguins of madagascar #tpom fanfic #fanfic

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crownoflillies1 · 10 months ago

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For Your Pleasure: Part 3- Warmth

Pairing: unnamed male/female

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Two friends find some deeper feelings during a winter gathering.

Tags: 18+, hair pulling, fluff (if you squint), slight dom

A white puff of frozen air trailed the long slow breath he released. It was colder now than it was just a few hours ago, slow falling snow a testament to the observation. Dark spread across the sky taking what little warmth the setting sun held with it. He sucked in another long, searing breath, burning his lungs with the frigid air. His hands clenched in his jacket pocket while he shifted from foot to foot to get warm. Oh he could kill someone with how cold he was.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were cold.” He turned to look at the girl walking up to him. Mentally he cursed her lightly for being so bundled up. She must’ve known how cold this excursion would become. A near violent shiver ripped through his body just looking at her bulky coat and thick scarf.

“Oh yeah? What gave that away?” He cringed, hoping his teeth didn’t chatter loud enough for her hear.

A smile pulled at her lips, “It definitely wasn’t you hopping back and forth like a penguin.”

He scoffed but stopped shuffling back and forth. She finished closing the distance between them and perched herself next to him.

“Why didn’t you wear a coat? You’re shivering pretty bad.”

“I thought this was a drive through show, not a walking trail.”

Her eyebrows lifted, scrunching the edge of her hat up with it, “The invite literally said ‘outdoor walk’. And you could tell by the pictures it’s a walking trail!”

“Yeah yeah, I didn’t read it-“

“Or look at the pictures apparently.”

He shot her a quick playful glare. The shivers increased with a gust of wind whipping against them.

“Alright we get it, I didn’t read it all like you do. Do you always read fine print?”

She rolled her eyes back at him, “I read all the important information. Where is everyone else? Are we the only two who showed?”

As though on cue the rest of the friends gathered around them. He thanked them silently when they blocked the wind, affording him some peace from shivering. After greetings were all passed around, they moved to the ticket booth.

Once through the line and turnstiles, he found himself looking for her. Not even the whole group, just her. He asked a few from the group if they saw her and while they did, they didn’t know where she went. Before he could look over the crowd once more, his own friends swept him off down the trail. Cliques formed rather quickly. Ones that would undoubtedly stay the same the entire night with some intermingling.

When he heard his name called, he stopped and spun left, then right until her saw her coming towards him once again. Two cups occupied her hands.

“Here. It’s the biggest size they had. You’ll have to just sip on it to last the whole trail. There isn’t another drink shack till the end of the trail, which would be this one because it loops around.”

He couldn’t tell if the red in her cheeks came from the cold or a blush. She only rambled on with pointless information when she was nervous. Did he make her nervous? He didn’t dwell on it too long. Instead taking the medium sized cup she held out to him.

“Thanks. You didn’t have to-“

“I wanted to. It makes me happy caring for people.” One of her shoulders lifted in a one sided shrug. He smiled down at her. Hugging the cup close to his chest they turned down the path.

Sometime through the walk they became separated from the rest of the group. Although the hot chocolate was long gone, the warmth still spread through his body. Also somehow, her scarf ended up around his neck.

They stopped off the edge of the ended trail, faithfully back at the beginning. A small gazebo sheltered them from both the wind and other people. Her eyes fixed above him widening slightly. He followed her gaze, his heart beating wildly in his chest: Mistletoe. Plain as day above them. He looked back down at her.

“Well,” she chuckled nervously, “look at that.” She avoided his gaze.

A daring smirk crossed his face. He untucked a hand from his jacket pocket and curled a finger under her chin. Her head lifted with little effort. Dipping low, he drew close to her face. Just a few inches from her lips.

“Your move,” he whispered. Her half-lidded eyes stared at him for just a moment before closing the gap. He swallowed a gasp when her freezing cold lips crashed against his own frozen mouth. Warmth crept into the kiss, allowing their lips to move against one another.

He vaguely felt her gloved hand plunge into his hood to cup the back of his neck. A low guttural groan escaped his throat when her fingers caught and tugged his hair. Her lips curved into a smirk within the kiss. She gave another gentle tug at his hair. Rewarded with yet another groan deep in his throat.

He pulled back, eyes boring into her own. “Keep that up and I’ll absolutely fucking ruin you.”

Another smirk crossed her face, “My place or yours?”

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She had on too many layers. A mental growl ruminated within him. His chilled fingers moved sluggish as he tried to tear each piece of clothing off her. Not fast enough. He fisted her jacket in big handfuls and yanked it off her arms. Her arms slinked around his neck. Bare fingers toying with the ends of his hair. Heat rushed through his stomach. Fuck.

“Off. Now.” He growled. Her eyes sparkled a dangerous glint. A smirk curved her lips. Before he could command her again, she tugged. His head tipped back. The moan vibrated in his chest, hips bucking slightly.

“Please,” He whimpered. Instead of releasing her grip she pulled harder. Heavy breathes heaved his chest, filling his lungs with charged air. Her lips attached to his bared throat. A thick swallow bobbed his Adam’s apple.

She caressed the soft skin where is neck met his shoulder. Tongue swirling back and forth, and then in circles. Her lips pressed hard into the abused spot creating a seal when she sucked. His hips bucked against her. Not enough friction. In a fatal mistake her gripped loosened. Lost in her attempt to mark him.

Finally free he wrapped his own hand in her hair. A satisfying pop rang out as she detached from his neck. Guiding her back he pinned her against the wall in the entryway.

“Think you have control, hmm?”

Her eyes blazed up at him. “Seems like I did.”

Before her hand could grapple his hair again, he pinned it above her head. “Not for long, baby girl. Now, take. Your. Shirt. Off.” With each word he inched closer to her face. She whimpered pushing her hips into his leg. He released the hold he had on her. Quickly she pulled the shirt off and dropped it to the floor. Her breasts heaved up and each with her breath she took.

He forced her back to arch off the wall when he slid his hand behind her to unsnap the bra. The fabric fell down her arms and her plump breasts bounced when released from their confines.

“Fuck,” he muttered. Though his place was warm, it was cooler than the heat of her body, causing her nipples to harden. He slithered a hand up her torso and rolled her left nipple with the pad of his thumb. She sucked in a deep breath. His free hand braced himself against the wall behind her and he leaned forward to capture her nipple in his mouth. She panted above him.

His hand cupped her breast, lifting it higher. His tongue pressed flat against her while he sucked. He began to swirl his tongue around in circles.

“Bite.” She breathed, panted, barely audible. He did and she cried out, pushing her hips hard into his leg. While keeping it clenched gently between his teeth, he pulled back, stretching her nipple out and releasing it. Her breast bobbed once free. Coming back up to face her, he kissed her deeply.

He’d shed his jacket earlier but now, while keeping her in a kiss, his hands fumbled with the hem of his shirt. Breaking away just enough he pulled his shirt over his head and swooped back to retake her mouth. Her skin felt like fire against his own. Warm and beginning to slick with sweat.

She pulled her head back and he too pulled away. Their eyes locked. A dark fire of desire clouded her half lidded eyes. “Fuck me.”

Nimble and now warmed fingers fumbled with his belt. She undid it and worked quick on his jeans. As soon as the zipper slid down he pushed at his jeans and boxers. By the time he stepped out of them, her own pants and panties were gone too.

Fuck. His eyes drug up and down her body. Each inch of skin better than the last. Her hips held such a gentle feminine curve. Perfectly proportioned to her ample breasts. His trance broke when she shuffled to her knees in front of him.

A sharp inhale shook his chest as her mouth slid his length into her throat. A moan of disappointment echoed across the room when she pulled off nearly instantly and laid back on to the carpet, legs spread, slick glistening in the light.

Fuck, not even patient enough to fuck in his bed. He dropped to his knees. With his hand lazily stroking himself, he leaned forward to press his tongue to her clit.

Her hand shot out and fisted his hair. He froze, at her mercy. He panted like a dog. Watching her with glazed eyes. Goddamn it, she learned fast how to control him.

“Fuck. Me.” Each word was pointed. Once the grip on his hair slackened, he obediently shuffled forward. Rocking back he took his length and swiped it a few times up and down her slit. Once slick, he pushed his tip between her folds and into her. He inhaled sharply while she moaned. Deeper he sank until he fully seated himself in her.

He held steady, relishing the warmth and feel of her. His trance broke when her hips rolled. Instinctively he rolled his own. A soft moan graced his ears and he repeated the action. His heart sped up with each little noise that came from her.

He leaned back and readjusted his knees. Hands wrapping around her thighs, laying them over his hips. He thrust hard into her. The bite of cold which held him so tightly earlier replaced with a burning heat. Her burning heat. It warmed him. Sweat began to bead on his body.

His pace faltered when she launched upwards. Her arms snaked around his should and he fell forwards as she fell back against the floor again. A dull burn radiated from his palm as it slammed hard into the carpet. He paid no mind to it. Lost in the kiss she pulled him into.

Faster than his mind could process, he was on his back. She straddled him, knees on either side of his hips. She sat, pressing his cock between her slick folds and his stomach. Her head lolled forward, eyes closed. Each breath hitched when she rolled her hips back, bumping her clit with the tip of his cock.

“Please…” he whimpered. His hips rolled when her came forward, aching to slip back in her. She didn’t heed his plea.

“Baby please..” he cried again. Her glazed gaze met his own staring down at him and ceasing all movement. A fire erupted behind her eyes. With one perfect motion, her hips rolled back and once again he sank all the way into her. His hands came up and gripped her hips. He helped guide her movements. And then down. Back and forth.

Leaning back her pace quickened. The telltale clench in his stomach grew. Fuck. She didn’t slow down. Fuck.

Without hardly breaking pace, she leaned forward and gripped a handful of his hair and pulled. The build up snapped in that instant. Even as he came she didn’t stop. Moving up and down over his cock, milking him. His fingers pressed hard into her hips no doubt leaving red prints in their wake.

He sucked in a breath as she pulled herself off him and released his hair. She lay next to him on the floor. Propping himself on his elbow he kissed her gently.

“As much as this is comfy, I’m sure the bed would be better.” His palm began to burn as the adrenaline filtered out of him. The carpet would not be as comfortable as his sheets. Especially now she’ll be in them too.

“Mm, I agree.”

He helped her stand and they ambled to his bed. Holding her close beneath the comforter her heat seeped deeper into him, lulling him into a peaceful sleep.

#smut #original character #christmas #winter #mistletoe #friends to lovers

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madziy · 1 year ago

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Con la paura che posso fare a meno di te

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spacefinch · 9 months ago

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Incorrect Quotes, Wild Field Trips edition

(for @daiohficblog)

Chris: *walks into the Tortuga*

Chris: *casually looks up* Ah, a spider.

Carlos (with spider powers): WHERE?!?!

Phoebe: Bears are easily one of the most animals of all time, but a close second is the fossa.

Phoebe: *shows the team a picture of a fossa* Like that sure is an animal all right.

Keesha: Ralphie, we can't just hold a rope between some bushes and expect one of the villains to run through and trip on it! It's just bad planning!

*Zach runs by and trips over the rope*

Keesha: Never mind, I like this plan!

Mikey, in the science lab: I'm like 75% sure this won't explode.

Wanda: *miniaturizes herself*

Wanda: Ok, time to go back to normal size!

Wanda: *can't find the Miniaturizer*

Wanda: *has an idea*

Wanda: *has climbed up onto Aviva's work station computer and is now typing a message by jumping on the keys*

Several minutes later...

Aviva: Hey, who wrote "HELP I'M A BUG" on my computer program?

Martin: I went to the store and bought Quick Oats. The next day, my brother came back with Instant Oats. I will not be humiliated like this. I must now find an even sooner oat.

The crew: *watching footage of a cheetah chasing a gazelle*

Carlos: That gazebo is so screwed.

D.A.: Are you sure gazebo is the correct word?

D.A.: Are. You. Sure?

(overhead from another room)

Martin: Are you sure this is a good plan?

Chris: Trust me, this will work. I have the leg strength of a blue whale.

Martin: Blue whales don't have legs.

Wanda: (sits in front of the Tortuga computer) Knowledge!

Koki: What kind?

Wanda: Knees! Penguins! Do they have 'em?

Koki: Yes.

Wanda: Knowledge!

Koki: Want to watch cat videos? Those make you happy.

Wanda: Where penguins go when die?

Koki: (sending her the link) Here.

Wanda: Orca eat penguin video.

Koki: Here.

Wanda: How survive orca attack.

Koki: Here.

Wanda: How survive shark attack.

Koki: Here.

Wanda: When shark eat leg, when shark poop leg out?

Koki: WHY?!

Wanda: I crave knowledge!

Koki: Here.

Wanda: How shark make shark babies?

Koki: Here.

Wanda: SHARK BABIES EAT EACH OTHER?!

Koki: (shrugs) Some kinds.

Wanda: Little serial killers.

Koki: Yeah…. OHHHH. Oh no.

Wanda: True crime!

Koki: NO.

Wanda: YES!

Koki: I hate you.

Wanda, already typing: EVIL CRIME NEVER CAUGHT MOST LIKELY KILL ME IN SLEEP LOCATION ON.

Koki: *sigh* Here.

….

Koki: So cat videos?

Wanda, close to tears: Yes please.

Everyone: *chilling in the Tortuga— reading, working on inventions, playing video games, etc..*

The lights: *suddenly go out*

DA: So much for reading my book.

Phoebe: Why is it so dark?

Carlos: I think the power went out, Phoebs.

Aviva: All right, which one of you was touching the electric panels again?

Martin: You want me to just activate electric eel powers?

Aviva: No! That’ll fry the circuits. Just let me.. just let me figure it out.

*footsteps*

"Ow, you’re standing on my foot!"

“Wasn’t me.”

“Sorry, I didn’t see you.”

“Are you hugging me?”

“No.”

“Are you scared of the dark?”

“What? No. No. I’m not.”

Chris: Hey guys. I’m gonna head outside for a little bit. But if you see Aviva, it was not my fault.

Aviva: I heard that!

Chris: See you guys later!

*sound of running footsteps*

Everyone: RUN, CHRIS, RUN!

Carlos: Let me think of a plan. I'm best at plans.

D.A.: No, you're not.

Carlos: Name one bad plan I've made.

[SEVERAL PEOPLE ARE TYPING...]

Martin: I just found out that my gecko friend’s tail works on my Creaturepod’s touch screen, so I’m gonna let her make a post and let spell check interpret the words.

The gecko’s post: Funks go e y y man kill zucchini angst

Chris: The gecko has spoken.

Announcement from the Tortuga:

ATTENTION: There will be no snakes at this Friday’s movie/sleepover night. There was a typo in last week’s announcement bulletin that said we will have snakes. SNACKS is what we will have.

Not that we have anything against snakes— in fact, we think they’re great. In fact, we will have snakes at the Tortuga HQ in May during our Reptile Hangout Day.

To summarize:

April 12: No snakes.

May 22: Yes snakes.

Mikey: Today a kid in my drama class* got detention, but he pulled a Monopoly Get Out of Jail Free card out of his pocket and my teacher let him out of it.

Gavin: How do you get detention in drama?

Mikey: Long story short, he kicked the ceiling by accident.

Gavin: How you do kick a ceiling by accident?

(*that kid was Carlos. Mikey's own brother.)

Keesha: None of ya'll know what propaganda is, do you?

Carlos: It's when a British person takes a good look at something.

Jimmy: I spent all day doing side quests instead of progressing the main story.

Ralphie: I know you're talking about a video game, but this is actually a really good metaphor for my life.

Wanda: I despise you with every inch of my being.

One of the villains: Well, it isn't a lot of inches.

Carlos (struggling to hold Wanda back): RUN

Carlos: I go to Home Depot

Carlos: I eat the tools

Aviva: Stop it

Carlos: crumch

Carlos: You see, I LOVE classical music. I like Bach, Mozart, and ... ummmm.....

Carlos: *looks at smudged writing on his hand that's supposed to say "Beethoven"*

Carlos: That's right. Beef oven.

Ralphie: Guys, it actually happens! I saw a documentary about it!

Wanda: Was it a documentary, or was it that movie about the robots we watched at your birthday sleepover?

Ralphie: It was a documentary!

Ralphie (once Wanda is out of earshot): It was the movie about the robots.

Tim: A DND party made entirely of orc bards

Carlos: An orchestra

D.A.: NO

(during a game of Uno)

“Brother, please, no.”

“I’m sorry. I have to.”

“Please, I’m begging you, after all we’ve been through?”

“I’m sorry. [places a draw 4 card] Uno.”

(This could either happen with Martin and Chris or Carlos and Mikey.)

Phoebe: *trying to wake Carlos up* Don’t make me get the water bucket.

Carlos: (half-asleep) You wouldn’t.

Ralphie: *walking past them while dripping wet* Yes, she would.

D.A.: ðe best þing about learning languages is all ðe new characters you get to use, þank you for coming to my TED talk.

Koki: I agree with you, but you have to stop trying to bring back the thorn and eth.

#incorrect quotes #magic school bus #wild kratts #wild field trips

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heavenlyyshecomes · 2 years ago

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Slowly, gradually, I have come to avoid and even fear the prospect of venturing beyond the front gate. Yes, let me gaze in quiet solitude at the shifting autumn sunlight through the glass doors of my veranda.

Sadly, autumn is already beginning to fade. The intense sunlight that made the afternoons seem like summer has weakened now, and the sky is always thickly overcast. It looks like the frosted glass skylight of a large atelier, across which cloud curtains move, sending down pale refracted rays as soft as twilight. Shadows and colours seen in this light seem to have a transparent clarity that cannot be sensed in the blinding glare of the sun. The trees have lost their leaves, their crowns bare and bright, their slender black branches tracing innumerable upward-thrusting lines against the sky. Behind them, the gazebo’s thatched roof and the field’s withered grasses glow yellow through the black evergreens in the distance. Half hidden by the ornamental stones beyond the veranda, tiny golden chrysanthemums bloom like stars. From there to the far end of the garden spreads an unbroken velvet carpet of moss even more lustrous than in summer. Two or three wagtails, pecking at the tiny moss flowers, move across the carpet, flicking their long, pointed tails up and down. How sharply their grey feathers and the crimson leaves of the dwarf sumac bonsai upon a boulder contrast with the broad green lustre of the moss!

No wind blows. The shifting, cloudy autumn afternoon maintains its thick silence, giving the illusion that the outlines of objects have been obliterated, leaving only their colours. On occasion, a few remaining leaves will suddenly flutter down from a tree. This unexpected stirring of the air is like the deep sigh of some mysterious creature. When that happens, every single leaf in the garden–from the evergreens’ lush needles to the clumps of chrysanthemums among the stones–resounds with an inexpressible sorrow and then, a moment later, reverts to silence. Atop the smooth moss: the wagtails again, the chrysanthemum blossoms, the bonsai’s crimson foliage. Ah, the light of a dream, the thin overcast of departing autumn.

Excellency! Since yesterday I have been reading Verlaine’s book of prison verse Sagesse: O my God, you have wounded me with love. The wound remains open, unhealed. O my God, you have wounded me with love… Excellency! Please come visit me once before the onset of winter. I am lonely.

—Nagai Kafu, Behind the Prison tr. Jay Rubin, in The Penguin Book of Japanese Short Stories ed. Jay Rubin

#tag later #words #mine

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wickedsrest-rp · 1 year ago

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Welcome to our weekly round-up! We do these every week to provide plot drops, highlight starters posted that week, and share other information about the setting. Anyone is welcome to use these bullet points in starters, plots, anons etc. Also let us know if you want us to include one of your setting-related plots in here for next week by sending us a bullet point!

What’s new in town?:

Strange crystals have overtaken the town, and touching them creates a “link” to the doomed people of Bleak Point. Some may find they have a stranger influencing their actions, while others might find their emotions amplified. The least fortunate may transform into creatures from the mines and terrorize the town. Come join the chaos of our latest POTW!

The gazebo in the Common is currently closed off as it is... a giant stinky sock? Local Jack thought he was really funny when he joked that it was hotter than Bigfeet's socks in there, but looks like the joke might be on him.

Looking to make your next party unforgettable? Sandy over at Hidebehind Cosmetics is offering a special on her party rates for face-painting this summer. Just be sure to tip... she may be inclined to make you act like your painted visage if you don't.

It's everyone's favorite time of year! Through the end of August, Wicked's Rest Zoo will be putting on weekly Wild Walk Wednesdays where they stay open late with a variety of educational shows and programs available. Some these include Beers with Beary, Painting with Admiral Penguin, and The Mane Event, which is somehow always changing from lions, horses, and zebras depending on the hour.

Starters:

Matty found a weird, gross dog and is trying to find the owner.

Parker learned the expensive way that Red Bull doesn't, in fact, give you wings. What a rip-off.

Teagan heard some future news on the radio and decided to warn people of their fates.

Van wants to assign you your tsum-tsum-sona. If you don't know what that is, don't ask.

Teddy's boat slip got taken over by a crystal and they lost their phone while out sailing the Cape with nowhere else to park. They want to know what they missed!

For god's sake someone find Regan some Boneios, she's on a warpath.

Zane needs some movie-viewing advice.

Elias is terrified of bunnies, apparently. How do you get rid of a nest?

It's too damn hot. Rayne agrees. When does Netflix & chill become Netflix and pass out?

Clement is new in town and wants to know what folks do for fun!

To the surprise of no one, Owen hates tourists.

Wynne is confused by the Barbie fandom.

Inge is looking for someone to harvest some crystals for her for jewelry.

Metzli is having some technical difficulties... might have picked up a virus somewhere.

#wrw #wicked's rest weekly

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