#anyway I need to get to work cya

[ink--theory]

random thought but I feel like if you were to eat one of these motherfuckers it be the same as eating chicken feet

[hoshigray]

Pleasurable Practice

Here's what I got: when you're left in headquarters to study for an upcoming language skit, your boss and work crush, Miguel O'Hara, does what he can to help his subordinate. And he does, in more ways than one...

A/n: It's been a week since I saw the film in theaters, and my brain hasn't been the same. I tried very hard not to write for this man, but here we are. Sighhhh, I swear I wasn't this bad when playing EoT (curse you Oscar Issac, and the ATSV art department!!!). And it doesn't help that my social feeds are full of him...Anyway, I hope you enjoy this piece! It's WAY longer than I wanted, but I guess that's meant to show how much fun I had writing, hehehe~. Also, ty so so much for 600+ followers!!

Cw: Miguel x fem!reader - some ATSV spoilers so tread carefully - sexual context so minors DNI - fingering (fem! receiving) - cunnilingus - clitoral play (Miguel's fangs lightly brush your clit, but doesn't bite it) - praise - kisses on the stomach - pet names (amorcito/little love, mi alma/my soul; amor/my love; vida/my life) - sexual acts in public - outside intrusions, but you two don't get caught.

Wc: 2.8k

"Hey, Lyla. You sure you wanna leave me here?"

"Aww, you scared something would happen without me?" She chuckles when you shrug. "You'll be fine; everything's been taken care of for today. If something pops outta nowhere, you know where to find Miguel or give me a call. Alright, I'm outta here. Cya tomorrow~."

"Bye, Lyla~" With that, the pixelated woman signs off from your line of sight, and you slump into your chair with a sigh.

It's late at night in Nueva York. The Spider Society headquarters is still active, but fewer people occupy the halls and sectors in these late hours, you being one of them. You're sitting at a conference table by the teleportation room, taking in Margo's shift. But since things are quiet around here, you use this time to work on your homework.

Well, you would've if a pair of hands didn't suddenly come from behind and blocked your vision. "Guess who?"

You shake your head with a smile. "Aren't you supposed to be at Earth-50101 hanging with Gwen and Pav?"

The hands are removed, giving your shoulders a quick rub. "Can't say a quick bye before I'm off?" Hobie Brown walks from behind to sit on the table, avoiding the scattered papers on the surface. "What's all this? School?"

"Yeah," You pick up a paper with color-coordinated dialogues. " I got a reflection to finish and need to read this script for a skit in my modern language class on Wednesday."

"What language?"

"Spanish." You flip the script for him to look at. A giggle slips from you. "Suppose you can't help me, huh?"

Hobie grins. "Yo lo haría si pudiera." Your eyes go big. Of course, the guy who "doesn't believe in consistency" would know a thing or two about other languages.

".....Please stay and help me."

"Can't, perhaps next time." Another heavy sigh as the tall other gets up from the table and opens a portal to Pavitr's universe. "We'll save some snacks to bring back tomorrow. See ya then."

"Bye, Hobie." You groan with your head meeting the table surface as the portal vanishes with Hobie's dismissal. In despair, you lift your head up and proceed with your work.

It's about 11 p.m., and you were able to finish your paper in about two hours. It's now time to work on your Spanish script. Unfortunately, your class partner can't be here (obviously) to say his lines with you, but you two promised to highlight your lines and recite on your own downtime. So you follow through with the blue lines — your lines — avoiding the red lines and announcing all the words to the best you can.

After the third time around, you start to get to the rhythm of it. So in tune with what you're doing, you don't mind your surroundings as you circle around the table with your face glued to your script.

"What're you doing?"

However, it all comes to a halt when a voice startles you. So used to the silence and your own tone that you didn't notice a familiar man creep from behind you. Your eyes widen at the tall and well-built figure before you.

Miguel O'Hara, Spider-Man 2099 and the leader of the Spider Society — your boss who you have a major crush on and is still waiting for you to reply after nearly scaring you to death.

"O-Oh, Miguel, umm," you quickly straighten yourself up, but the heat in your face encroaches. "Sorry, didn't see ya there. I was just looking at this script."

"A script?" He slightly tilts his head, surveying your moves as you sit back at the table. He follows and peers behind your shoulder to see what you're working on. "For what?"

"It's for a skit in my Spanish class. I'm reciting my lines for Wednesday." He nods at your answer, glancing around to see you're alone. "Lyla signed off for a while, but she told me to tell you that if you 'need anyone to put a leash on you,' Jessica would answer the call."

The man narrowed his eyes and sucked his teeth, "of course she said that..." was all he murmured under his breath from his pixelated peer's words. With a heavy sigh, he turns back to the paper in your hand and extends out his. His silent request is answered when you pass him the sheet to skim. A brow is lifted. "Is the skit like some kind of married couple or—"

You confirm. "Yes. Our unit is on relationships, and my partner and I wanted to do a skit where the husband — my partner — comes home and surprises his wife with their favorite flower and then gives a nice speech on how much he loves her." Miguel still reads the script, but you continue on. "Luckily, our instructor said it's not our final where it's required to talk entirely in Spanish. So, we can say some English phrases or words if our brains go blank."

Miguel finally stops examining the script and eyes at you. "I can help."

Huh? "Excuse me?"

"You're the blue lines, right?" Correct. "Then I can be the red lines and help you practice."

Wait, no! "Oh no, there's no need for that, Miguel! I'm sure you're busy looking at the screens on your station and—"

"No pasa nada, Y/n," You gulp when he grabs a chair and sits close to you. "I'll say your partner's parts, and you reply with yours." There's no use in arguing with him out of this, so you just follow suit.

For the past thirty minutes, you and Miguel have been practicing. Sometimes he'll call you out on words you forget or mispronounce, which hurts your little heart being scolded like a child. But then there are times when he praises you for saying something correctly without second-guessing, or he'll ask for a pen to scratch off something and write a better phrase for you to say. And you can tell that your memorization's been improving thanks to his help. Maybe there was no need to be nervous.

The time is now 11:46, and you feel way more confident about this skit than before. Miguel can also tell by how much you've performed that you'll do fine on Wednesday. Guess that should do it. He puts the script down and gets up, heading back to his original post.

"Hey, wanna do the actual skit with me?"

Huh? "What?"

"Well, I was thinking," You squeak. "Maybe we can try acting out the skit without the paper now that I'm kinda getting the hang of it? But, I mean, that's only if you're okay with it, ya know..."

His brows trench down. Miguel knows he shouldn't do it; there are many universes in his post that he needs to keep an eye on in case anything pops off. He can't afford to just act out a scenario for some class. However, when he glances back at you, he faces mixed feelings. Your eyes look at his, nibbling on your bottom lip, and your fingers fidget with each other as you wait for his answer.

Miguel knows he shouldn't...but it won't hurt to comply this one time.

"Fine," your heart skips when he turns back to face you fully. "But don't mention it to Lyla or Jess. I'll never hear the end of it from those two."

"Of course!" You reassure him as you ready yourself, mentally calming the happiness brewing inside down. "You go."

He nods and plays the scene. He acts like he opens a door and holds an imaginary object. "Estoy en casa, cariño."

"Oh, bienvenido a casa, bebé!" You rush to Miguel and give him a hug. You feel him go rigid, and you freeze. Wait, he's still my boss and not my actual partner! Oh, God, I bet he regrets doing this now...Ughhh!! Commit now, cry later!

You quickly improvise and pull him by his spider suit to come close, placing pretend kisses on his cheeks. "Llegas pronto a casa, mi guapo muñeco. Is something wrong?"

Miguel stares at you for a few seconds before he blinks and coughs. "Ahem, Querida, vine temprano porque es tu cumpleaños. Y quería darte esto." The hand with the invisible object comes up, and you take it.

"Dios mío, ¿mi flor favorita en mi día especial?" You give the man a warm smile and place a hand on his cheek, stroking his skin lovingly. Miguel hitches his breath. "Eres demasiado buena conmigo, muñeco. Pero no tenías que regalarme nada."

It takes Miguel a moment, but he coughs once more and returns to the task. "Puede que la flor no fuera necesaria, pero tenía que conseguirla para ti, mi amor." He puts a hand on yours that's still on his cheek, now it's your turn to slow your breathing. "Cada vez que veo esta flor, sólo puedo pensar en ti. No sólo hoy, sino todos los días. Veo todo lo que haces por mí y nunca lo doy por sentado. You are my everything, Y/n. Tú eres mi mundo. Mi luz. Mi corazón. Mi… Mi…"

He stops, noticing your expression and shallow breaths. Your eyes never leave his, mouth agape, and your attention entirely on his words— no, on him. Even in this little act, you dare not move or say something out of turn. Listening to the man before you intently, your hand still in his.

He knows he shouldn't, but Miguel leans into you, and a small gasp leaves you before his lips press onto your soft ones. "....Mi alma."

Your brain short-circuits, the feel of his lips overtaking you. You awkwardly kiss him back, resulting in a moan from Miguel. He grabs your waist while pushing himself forward, making you walk backwards until you hit the table. The bump has you two break the kiss, forcing you back to reality.

Miguel says nothing, and so do you, your eyes honing in on his deep red orbs. Your thoughts go too fast that your head pounds. What? What was that? Did he mean to do that??

"Túmbate."

He captures your attention. "What?"

"Lie down, mi amor." He commands in a stern voice. Hesitance restrains you, yet you still follow orders and sit on the table with your back to the surface. A small smile creeps up on Miguel, and he leans down to plant more kisses on your sweet lips. "Good. Now, say your part."

Slow smooches from your chin to your neck leave you breathless. Although the heat in your face is unbearable, you play along and stick to the script. "My wonderful husband...Y...You are so thought—"

"Se supone que está en español, Y/n." He corrects you. Lifting your shirt to reveal your abdomen. Miguel kisses your exposed tummy while his hand snakes past your bottoms, pressing a finger down on the wet spot of your clothed vulva. Your toes curl as your first moan leaves puffy lips. "Try again."

You intake a deep breath. "Ere...Eres muy considerado con—Mmmm....conmigo." Your bottoms and undergarments are now off, your bare cunt out for Miguel to see. The older man props your legs upward with both hands as he brings his face close to your pussy. He lightly blows on it, and you bite your lip from the cold air. "Keep going, mi vida."

"Cuando....no haya luz en mi—Oooh!!" Miguel flicks your clitoris with his tongue before nestling it between your soaked folds, sucking and laving your essence. "Nnnmp! Mi-Miguel, I can't do thisss...Your tongue, it feels so, so—Oh Christ..."

His ruby eyes peek at your face. "But you were doing just fine, Y/n." The way he says your name feels so sinful, so forbidden. But so pleasing to the ears. "Repeat it."

His tongue goes back to torment your slit. The risque noises the wet muscle makes with your slick-covered chasm ring your eardrums. Ecstatic whimpers fill the space around you, and you grab tufts of Miguel's brown hair when his tongue flicks your clit again. He's impatient, so you concede.

"Cuando no haya luz en mi vida....Haaaahhh, sé que estarás ahí para protegerme." Miguel pushes your tender bud against his teeth. His canine brushing on your pearl, causing you to jerk. "Eres mi sombra...Mi—Ahhhh!....escudo....Mi rey."

He chortles, "Good job, mi alma."

Satisfied with your cooperation, the man sucks on your precious sex as his forefinger nestles between your folds, your slick providing lubricant to naturally push his digit through your entrance. You jolt with a sharp cry, tears falling from your beautiful face.

His tongue and fingers go faster, and your release climbs higher with every lick. The stimulation of your poor cunt and clitoris is hardcore that you come in a few seconds, the walls of your chasm fluttering around Miguel's fingers coated with your personal fluids.

Your heavy pants slow down to steady your body that subsides from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Miguel withdraws his mouth and fingers from you, standing upright to take in your figure.

He scoffs with a tiny grin, licking his lips. "Amorcito."

You open your mouth to say something, but a flash of colors and shapes captures the attention of both of you. Your eyes go wide. Oh no, someone's coming!

With haste, you immediately grab for your bottoms and underwear before taking cover under the conference table, using it to quickly put your clothes back on before someone enters through the portal. That someone was Jessica Drew, making her arrival known by revving her motorbike.

"Jess," Miguel puts on his usually serious face. But on the inside, he's almost as nervous as you. Because he swiftly pulls a chair out to cover his erection lower regions.

"Hey, Miguel! I thought I'd find you here." The woman addresses him when she's done a lap around the table. Her portal vanishes from the scene. "I've been trying to call you through your watch. You not wearing it?"

He looks down at his wrist where it was supposed to be. "...I was using the restroom, so I left it on my station."

"Mmm, I figured." Jessica then notices the paper and backpack on the table. "This is Y/n's stuff, right? Where are they?"

"R-Right here, Jess!" To her surprise, you come out from the table with your bottoms fully secured. "Sorry, I was looking for my pen before packing up." You smile to ease the awkward tension and your racing heart.

"Oh, okay then." Jessica nods to your words and turns to Miguel. "Anyway, I was calling you up because I need backup. The guy I was dealing with somehow switched places with another villain. Took care of the other one, but my guy's elsewhere."

He hums. "Lyla."

"That's me." The yellow-pixelated woman with pink heart-shaped glasses appears once more.

"Where are the coordinates of the anomaly Jess was handling?"

"I'm sorry, you want me to do what?"

"...."

"What's the magic word?" The tiny woman teases him while you and Jessica hold in your laughs.

Miguel's brows furrow with a slight pout. "....Canyoupleasesend—"

"Woah, woah, woah," Lyla gets closer to his face with each word, raising his irritation as she does so. "Little too fast there."

"Can you please give us the co—"

"Already gave it to Jess."

"Then what was the point—"

"You know how much I love to pester ya," her smile doesn't help squander his frustration, not when he also hears the exchanged giggles between you and Jessica. "And call that payback for not having your watch on you."

To avoid their eyes seeing Miguel's situation, he leaves and fetches his watch quickly after being repeatedly teased by the two women. He returns ready with his mask on and the device on his wrist. Lyla and Jess are waiting for him, same with you and all your stuff packed up. It's 12 in the morning now, you have to get home. "Ready?"

"Yup, see ya there." The woman on her bike starts it up. Lyla disappears when the dimension is opened. "Bye, Y/n!"

"Bye, Jess!" You wave goodbye to the woman, who does one final lap before entering the portal to her new destination. And now you're back to being alone with Miguel, who you find looking at you. You gulp and say your thoughts. "Don't worry, I didn't tell them! And, sorry that it happened. I was being a little too close to you in the first—"

"Hey." Miguel lifts a hand to stop you from rambling on further, and you listen. "Your skit. When is it again?"

It takes you aback that he asks, but you still reply. "Wednesday?"

"Hm. Alright then." And with that, he walks to the portal to his next mission. But before he exits, he peers from his shoulder and proclaims something.

"Tell me how you did on Wednesday, then we'll continue with this talk."

[megwritesriddles]

Call Me (Anytime!) ༊*·˚

18+ MDNI !!!

Pairing: Mike Schmidt x Fem! Reader / You

Summary: Kinktober 2024 Day 17 - Sexting/Phone sex. Reader and Mike only ever text about work but they both want to change that. Once they do, things escalate very fast and Mike can only hope to keep his head.

Tags: Sexting, Phone sex, Masturbation (f and m), Dirty talk, Flirting, Coworkers, Friends to lovers, Developing relationship, Not canon complaint (no evil animatronics).

Word count: 2.6k

Read it on ao3! | Masterlist

Authors note: Your texts are purple, Mike's are blue!! Yes, I switched this around with my Spencer fic because I needed more time on it, sorry!! Hope you like it anyway mwah ( ◕◡◕)っ ♡

PART 2 HERE !!

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You had his number purely for work reasons. To let each other know when you were running late or calling off sick. A mutual agreement, to make sure neither of you came to work one day and had two people’s jobs sprung on you unannounced. A show of worker solidarity. Texts were few and far between, especially because you saw each other almost daily, but mostly because there wasn’t much to talk about. 

“Hey, problems with Abby’s sitter, running ten mins late. Cover for me,”

“Off sick today with the flu! Hope you didn’t get it from me yesterday! Cya!”

“I got the flu from you. Now it’s my turn to take a few days off. Thanks,”

“Did you see they are changing our insurance provider?” 

“Cheapskates,”

“Tell me about it!”

The conversation was never about anything but work, occasionally you heard a little about his sister Abby, but only if it was in some way related to him needing to miss work. You liked Mike a lot, you had fun working with him. Although your job was to watch the monitors in the office and his to patrol the building, you saw a lot of one another. He stopped by the security office much more than was strictly necessary, but no one was there to chase you up about it. As long as he could still respond to a threat (not that any ever came), you were fine. He was not very talkative, but would still hang around in the doorway of the office, expecting you to speak to him. So you did, and he listened well, whatever it was you landed on. Sometimes you liked to gossip with him since you had no mutual friends and he couldn’t spread the word. He pretended not to care about the drama you provided him with, but would always subtly try to enquire more about it. He didn’t have much going on in his own life. Or rather, he had a whole lot going on, which meant he had time for nothing else. Working nights and taking care of Abby took up all his time, and he’d always been a bit of an introvert, so socialising had fallen to the wayside for several years now. Living vicariously through the stories of your friends' love lives was fun for him, as much as he loathed to admit it. He was grateful for you, that you were kind and willing to talk to him while on shift, even if he was a bad conversationalist. He considered you a friend, perhaps his best one, even though he knew he was far from the same thing to you. He was your coworker, considered a friend if he was very lucky. Unbeknownst to him, you did truly consider him a friend, even if you weren’t quite in the desperate position he was. 

Every time you picked up your phone, you debated texting him about something not work-related. You talked about plenty more than just work at work, so why did this seem like such an impossible boundary to cross? You’d always thought he was cute, from the moment you’d started working together and from all the information you’d gleaned from him over time at work, you knew he was a lonely guy. You were sure he would want your friendship and maybe even more than that, but the transition seemed impossible somehow. You wanted him to feel less lonely, whether through friendship or more. So one day, after he texts you something innocuous about getting to work late next week due to Abby’s school play (you found his dedication to his sister very sweet and were always happy to cover for him so he wouldn’t miss important things like this), you bite the bullet. You start small.

“Cute! What’s the play?”

“Robin Hood. Abby’s shy so she only made the sets, but still wants me to come see,”

You’re happy he doesn’t immediately shut you down, but you’re aware he might simply be being polite, or happy to talk about his sister like he always is. You think for a moment then text back, even though you’re sure he assumes the conversation is over now. 

“I suppose I’ll have to miss this one :( Hold me a ticket for the next one!”

You immediately wonder if you’ve gone too far, trying to insert yourself into his life, into his future like this. No, you tell yourself, you’re overthinking, he’ll just interpret you as being polite but not serious. It would be fine. It’s a while until he texts back, so long that you assume he isn’t going to and continue about your day. 

“Sure thing. What are you up to atm?” 

Mike’s heart pounds as he sends the message. He’s not used to carrying a conversation forward like this, but he’s also not used to you talking to him about more than work, he has to take this chance. The fear of rejection consumes him for the next few minutes as he waits. He knows it’s barely anything, that there were a hundred riskier options for what he could have texted you, but he’s still anxious.

“Folding laundry! You?”

Mike immediately wonders what sorts of clothes you might have. You dress very plain for the security job, jeans and hoodies, the occasional t-shirt when it’s a little warmer, but he’s always felt your body looks too good to be dressed like that. You must show it off at least a little, and god, he’d love to see it. He’s occasionally caught sight of lace at your hips when you’ve bent over at work. He imagines you touching those panties while you text him and hates that the thought excites him. He really ought to get out more. 

“Watching TV.”

He responds and realises he’s been a little too short with his answer. He racks his brain for something more to say.

“Girl on my show looks like you.” 

He adds, although it’s not even true. He has the news on, but he wanted an excuse to say something more, without having to comment on the miserable contents of the news.

“Is she cute? ;)”

You text back, unsure what possessed you to be flirty, you hope to God you can play it off if he reacts poorly, like you’re just messing with him and stroking your own ego. You’d sent it without thinking, the reply popping into your mind and onto your screen in mere seconds. Mike is just as shocked. You can’t really be flirting, can you? He hasn’t flirted in years and was never good at it to begin with. He really doesn’t want to mess this up with you, not only because you work together, but because he genuinely really likes you and he’s hopeful that now things have settled down a bit with Abby, he could maybe try and find some romance. Abby needed a feminine presence in her life, especially as she got older, and, selfishly, Mike wanted to be loved, someone to hold on cold nights. He also really really wanted to get laid. He was only a man, and as much as other concerns had dominated his mind for a long time, you had brought back long-dormant urges. This is the thought that drives him forward as he sends his next text.

“She’s cute. But, she hardly compares to you,” 

It’s another big risk, but he wants you so badly that he’s willing to take it. He’s not thinking with his head anymore. 

“How so?”

You retort, your heart fluttering a little at his compliment. But you want to be sure of how he feels, you don’t want him to beat around the bush. You need to know that he wants you.

“You’re too beautiful for anyone to compare,”

He responds earnestly. This is it, he’s been transparent, this would be incredibly hard to play off as a joke. If it was a joke it would be a cruel one, so his plausible deniability is gone, his cards are on the table. He waits with bated breath. You take a long time to respond, unsure what to say. Your instinct is to thank him, but it might end the conversation there, you need this to keep going. 

“You think I’m beautiful?”

“Of course you are, no need to be modest. You could model,”

“Haha! No, I couldn’t model, certainly not runway, but thank you anyway :)” 

“Maybe a magazine? Star in a film at least?”

“I could star in your fantasies ;)” 

The text takes both of you off-guard, even though you’re the one who wrote it. You had been texting so fast back and forth that you once again hadn’t thought before sending. You nearly send a message back, taking back your words and apologising, but your confidence has inspired Mike’s as well and he shoots back a text while you’re formulating an apology.

“You already do,”

Mike feels hot all over when he sends the text, having to shed his hoodie before he starts properly sweating. As out of his depth as he feels, he’s positive by now that you’re flirting and he can’t lose this chance. He needs you, he needs you to want him too, and he’s finally allowing himself to believe that perhaps you do. 

“How often?”

“Every night,”

He can’t understand why he’s being so brazen, he could have easily scared you off by now, but you’re still texting him. He’s not thinking with his head anymore. His words make you excited, to know he thinks of you in this way, and every night is thrilling and arousing. You figure based on his last confession, that you can throw caution to the wind. You want him, he wants you, that much should be clear by now to the both of you. 

“Me too! I imagine you fucking me over the security desk,”

Oh my god. Mike’s hands shake violently as he reads the text, he can’t help but let out a strangled moan, incredibly glad he’s alone right now. Has he died and gone to heaven? Are you playing a cruel prank on him? No, you’ve always been too kind and this is a long way to go for a prank. You must want him like you say, the thought makes his head spin and his pants tighten even more. For the first time ever, he can’t wait to go to work. 

“Yeah? I think of that too,”

“Shall we? ;)”

“God, yes. I don’t even care if I get fired for it,”

“I won’t tell if you don’t!”

“My lips are sealed,”

God, he wants you so bad. He wishes he could come visit you and stop this agonising waiting game that’s begun, but his car is in the shop and the public transport nearby is virtually non-existent. This has all escalated so quickly, he had only hoped a few minutes ago for a brief non-work related chat, and now you were making plans with him for him to fuck you. He had to be in heaven, there was no other explanation. He was not going to get a single minute of work done next shift, or perhaps ever again. That poor desk doesn’t know what’s coming for it if he can have it his way. He prays you’re willing because he has about a million things he’d like to try with you.

His phone rings and he tenses. He doesn’t know whether to relax or tense further when he realises it’s you calling, but he quickly picks up anyway. As soon as he hears your voice, lower and sultrier than usual, he can’t help but buck his hips into the air slightly. 

“Hey Mike,” you whisper seductively. You’re lying back against your pillows, trembling with nerves and excitement.

“Hey… uh… beautiful…” he tries his best to be suave. You giggle softly, but not mockingly at his awkwardness.

“Thinking of me?

“Fuck, you can’t even imagine,” he groans. 

“Touching yourself?” 

“No, but… good idea… you don’t mind?” he exhales, although he’s already palming himself through his boxers, his jeans having been unzipped sometime a little while ago. He’s lost control of himself. You’re softly running your hand up and down your stomach, warming yourself up, eager to hear more. 

“If I was there, I’d do it for you,” you purr, enjoying the choked breath you hear on the other end of the line. He grips himself through the fabric, starting to stroke gently. 

“How long have you wanted me like this?” he groans into the receiver, embarrassed knowing he isn’t going to last long, the high of being wanted like this, by you of all people, really getting to him.

“Since we met,” you reply, your voice a little breathy. He can guess why and the thought makes him whimper.

“When I get my hands on you I am gonna worship you,” he promises, his voice low and hoarse, his hand now inside his boxers. “I don’t deserve your attention but God, if I have it, I’ll make sure I don’t lose it, I’ll please you all day and night,” he pants harshly between words and he can hear soft moans from your end that only spur him on. “I want to make you happy,” he groans. He means it in many ways, but right now, you hope you only interpret it as lust, he won’t let his stupid heart ruin this for him right now.

“I wanna make you happy too,” you whimper. The words hit him hard, his eyes squeezing shut and his whole body erupting in pleasure. He throws his head back against the couch, groaning loudly, hearing your moans pick up as a result is unendingly thrilling. He spills all over his hand, thick ropes of his need for you. He gasps for breath and listens intently as you fall apart on the other end. Your moans are like sweet music, and somehow you have his cock swelling again already. He wills it away as you come down from your high, gasping for breath, not wanting to push you too far. He needs this to not be a one-time thing, he needs you in person. In his mind, he pulls you into his arms and kisses your forehead, telling you how happy you’ve made him.

“I wish you were here,” he says instead, figuring it’s a little safer. You laugh a little, but it seems more like a laugh of surprise than anything.

“Still? Even though you finished already?” you tease.

“Of course, I… I could never just be done with you like that,” he insists softly, hoping you feel similarly. It seems, now more than ever, that he’s craving love and connection and now he knows that it has to be with you in order to fill what’s missing in his life. You are perfect. He knew it before but he knows it completely now. You are everything. “I care… you know? This wasn’t just a horny thing for me,”

“You seemed pretty horny,”

“You know what I mean!” he protests and you giggle. He laughs too, though he’s still anxious about how you felt about his confession. 

“I care too, Mike,” you admit with a soft sigh, rolling onto your side. “I also want you here… Would you spoon me?”

“Of course, I would, gladly,” he promises, inwardly ecstatic that you want his affection. He wants to keep you warm and safe, tucked up against his chest, safe from harm. He imagines kissing your neck and he hears you sigh happily, he wonders if you share his fantasy. “I can’t wait to see you again. I’m so… grateful for all this… that you like me like this,” he hums, slowly tucking himself away and zipping up. He makes a mental note to buy you flowers for when he next sees you, hopefully, accompanied by the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend.

“I’ll see you at work,” you smile, blowing a kiss into the receiver.

“Yeah, see you at work,”

︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶

xoxoxo

[bingbongsupremacy]

Camp Hawkins AU

Pairing: Steve Harrington x plus sized reader

Warnings: Use of Y/N. This is my first time writing a plus size reader oneshot. As a plus sized person myself, I wanted to try it. I'm a little nervous tho. I know some people don't like it when ppl write insecure plus sized reader stories. I just feel like when I write, I put my emotions and my insecurities into the character as a way to work through them. I'm working on my confidence and some time I will write x confident!plus size reader oneshots, just not right now. Anyways, I hope you can understand that, and if you don't maybe try another story. Thank you.

P.S. I don't know how tf to flirt.

The story doesn't mention a lot about being plus sized but it is there.

Summary: It's your third year being a camp counselor at Camp Hawkins and your 7th year knowing Steve. Every year your crush seems to grow stronger and stronger.

*Not Proof Read*

ABC List Stranger Things Masterlist

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" Bunk 23. " Eddie, one of the head counselors grins while handing me a set of keys.

I groan. " The bunk with the bats? Eds, are you serious. "

Last year a bat nest was found in the corner of one of the old wooden beds. Nobody had checked the cabin before letting campers and counselors inside, resulting in a nasty surprise halfway through the first week.

Eddie shrugs. " Sorry, kid. I don't assign the bunks, I just tell people where to go. " Eddie's eyes shift over my shoulder. " Steve! There ya are, my boy. Long time no see. What's going on? "

I feel my annoyance begin to melt away as the sound of boots makes its way towards us. It's quickly replaced with a flutter type feeling in my stomach, a feeling that's been stuck with me for the past seven years.

I turn to look at the cause of my emotions.

Steve grins at the man behind me. A large leather duffle bag hangs off of his left shoulder. In his right hand, a small rolling suitcase, the same grayish color as his coat, squeaks along. The same two bags he's used since I met him. Steve pulls off his glasses, sending a dazzling smile towards Eddie and I. " Same old, same old, Ed. Hi, Y/N. "

His grin sends waves of happiness flooding through my body. I love the way he says my name.

I do my best to keep my composure. I return the smile, adding in a small wave as well. " Hey, Steve. "

" So what's this I hear about you and Nancy? A little birdy tells me you're back together again. " Eddie asks, leaning against the desk in front of him.

Nancy and Steve. The always on and off high school sweethearts.

I have no shot with Steve. I mean, he's obviously still head over heels for her if he keeps going back to her. I guess deep down I hope he'll finally see me as someone other than his chubby fellow camp counselor.

Picking up my heavy bags, I excuse myself from the conversation. " Hey, I'll catch you guys later. I'm gonna go check out the cabin, make sure no bats are hanging around. "

" Do you need help with your bags? They look a little heavy. " Steve offers, moving to set his stuff down on the ground.

He's so sweet. He always have been. No wonder I have a huge crush on him.

" No, " I shake my head. " I've got it. It's not to far. " I smile.

" But Bunk 23's on the other side of the-" Eddie begins.

I interrupt him. " I'm probably going to stop at the dining hall and see if Robin's there yet anyways. I'll be okay. " I reassure them.

" Oh, okay. " Steve nods, glancing down at the heaviest duffle bag I have.

I'm definitely regretting packing extra crafts. I just didn't want any of the kids to get bored during free time.

" Cya guys. " I shuffle towards the door. The floor creaks beneath me as I walk out onto the main cabins' porch.

Maybe some day I'll mean more to Steve Harrington.

_____

" He literally offered to help you. Why didn't you take him up on that? " Robin groans in frustration. Strands of hair that slipped out of her hat frame her flour splotched face. Bits of dough and other mysterious stains cover the front of her apron, making it look like a doughy murder scene.

She leans on the serving window counter, her arms cradling her head.

" He was just being nice. I mean, if I saw you carrying heavy bags of flour, I'd offer to help you. It's something everyone does- be nice to the people you know. It doesn't mean they like you. " I argue. I fidget with the lid of my water bottle.

" That's different. "

I narrow my eyes at the woman. " How is that different? "

Robin lets out an annoyed grunt. " You and me, " She points to the two of us. " have no chemistry. You and Steve on the other hand..." She waggles her eyebrows, sending a warm feeling climbing up my face.

I roll my eyes.

" Have a fuck ton of chemistry. Like sometimes I feel like it's choking me. " She makes a pretend choking sound. " Please! Y/N! Steve! Just make out already. Please, for the love of god! Save me! Save humanity from the horrors of watching you two interact while denying your feelings! "

I gently hit her forearm. " Shut up. That's not true, literally shut the fuck up. " I mutter.

Robin laughs. " It's so true. Ask literally anyone that hangs around you guys. Why do you think Nancy and Steve keep breaking up? "

That can't be true. Relationships have issues. There's no way in hell Steve and Nancy keep breaking up because he likes me. That's...insane.

" Your a catch, y/n. You need to start realizing that. People-they have crushes on you too. "

I turn my head to meet Robins gaze.

" You're not the only person in the world who doesn't have someone attracted to them. I mean, if fucking Mike Wheeler can have a girl crushing on him, so can you. "

It's just hard for me to believe someone like Steve, Ex Captain of the Hawkins basketball team, could like someone like me. I'm pretty sure he's only ever seen me as a friend. All these years, transitioning from campers to counselors, he's never made a move on me. In all fairness, I haven't exactly made a move on him either...in my defense, Steve and Nancy are on and off so much, a flickering light bulb has more predictability.

This is all so confusing.

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" Welcome campers! " A loud voice booms from on the old cement stage.

Slowly chatter from the excited campers begin to die down.

Jim Hopper, a retired sheriff and the new owner of Camp Hawkins, begins to speak again. " We're so excited to have you here. Each of you have been assigned a bunk and a counselor... " Jim's voice begins to fade from my mind. The same words have been repeated year after year, not that I mind. It's a familiar introductory speech, something I know will never change.

I look behind the older man. The gorgeous quarry shines from the sunlight. Post card worthy.

" You're bunk 23, right? " Steve's voice asks from next to me.

I was so lost in thought I hadn't noticed he took a seat next to me.

I send him a smile. " Yeah, The bat bunk. " I mumble.

Steve grins. " I'm bunk 24. "

" Oh nice, I guess we'll be seeing each other a lot then. Well, " Stupid, the kids do basically everything together. You're going to see him a ton anyways. " More than usual I guess. "

Steve chuckles slightly. A sound that sends waves tumbling through my insides. " I don't mind. You're good company. "

I feel a familiar warmth sprawl across my face. " You're not so bad yourself, Harrington. "

A look of amusement finds its' way onto Steve's face. " Hey, I know you're not a huge fan of bats...or other flying creatures, " He references my first year here as a camper.

I let out a groan at the embarrassing memory. " That was so long ago. The bird literally came out of nowhere. " I vividly remember that morning. It was still dark when Steve and our friends got the bright idea to go check out the quarry. A bird flew out of one of the nearby bushes, nearly smacking into my face.

Steve laughs, his milky brown eyes glinting from the sunlight. " Hey, birds can be terrifying. I'm not judging you. " He holds up his hands in a playful surrender. " I was just saying, if you want, I can come over to your bunk and check it out. Make sure no flying surprises are hidden anywhere. " He offers, leaning forward slightly in his seat.

My heart flutters. God, he's so sweet. " I don't want to inconvenience you, I mean, it's probably fine. I doubt the bats returned. "

" Really, I don't mind. It's not an inconvenience, if anything, I'm doing this for my bunk. I mean, I don't really feel like waking up to a bunch of people screaming at 3 in the morning. "

My eyebrow raises. " Oh? So you're doing this for you then...for your interests. "

Steve tilts his head slightly. " I guess you could say that. "

The campers around us begin to gather up their bags, making their way towards Eddie and Jonathan who have lists of where everyone's supposed to go.

Steve stands up, extending a hand towards me. " So what do you say, Y/N. Do you want Pest Control Steve to come take a look at your bunk? "

I cringe at his stupid name, causing him to laugh.

" Only if you never call yourself that again. " I accept his hand, standing up from the cement row.

Steve's hand firmly holds onto mine for a few seconds longer after we've stood up.

From over his shoulder Robin catches my eye. Her eyes flicker between our hands and back to my eyes. She mouths a silent ' He fucking likes you ', which I ignore.

I release Steve's hand, shoving mine into my pocket.

For a moment, a flicker of confusion? Maybe disappointment flashes across Steve's features. He obviously ignores it, moving to fold his arms across his chest. " Deal. "

I smile at the man. " Deal. "

I look at him for a second longer before I'm quickly swept away by the campers in my bunk.

My mind analyzes our conversation over and over again, completely ignoring whatever Eleven is telling me while we walk back to our bunk.

He couldn't like me. Right?

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" I think you guys are clear. " Steve says, poking his head back out from under the last bunk. He glances up at the top of the bunk, making sure there's nothing hidden in the corners.

" Thank you so much, Pest Control Steve, what would I ever do without you? " I cringe slightly at my words, shaking my head. " You know what, never mind. I thought it would be funny but no. "

Steve laughs at my attempt at mockery. " You'd live in uncertainty. " He makes his way towards me, leaning against the open door frame.

Outside the kids are running around playing capture the flag, their yells echoing slightly around the bunk.

" Sure...I'd probably just get Eddie or Jim to look around. You know how much they love me. "

Steve slightly leans towards me. " They wouldn't check as well as I do. I do have a five star rating in customer service. " His voice is soft but teasing.

My eyes flicker down to his lips.

He's so close. Just a few inches away. If I wanted to, I could kiss him.

I do want to...

But I can't.

What if him and Nancy are still dating?

Fuck, I should've stuck around and waited to hear what he had to say about their relationship.

" Y/n! El got another bloody nose! " Dustin's voice suddenly shouts.

My head snaps towards the direction of the boy. His face goes from worried to grinning in a matter of seconds.

" Wait, " He looks between Steve and I.

Without waiting for him to finish, I snatch a roll of paper towels from the desk near the door. I hurry out of the bunk, leaving the two guys behind.

" Oh my god, Dustin... " Steve's voice groans.

" Were you guys about to..." Dustins' voice fades away as I make my ways towards a group of kids. I push past them, kneeling in front of El.

Perfect timing.

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The dining hall is bursting with noise. Kids sit together, eagerly talking about their first day back at camp.

I grab a plate and nervously head into the kitchen.

Food. My least favorite part of the day. I don't know if it's just the fear or people watching me eat or the possibility of someone making fun of me for eating too much. I should be used to it by now, I've eating around people for my entire life, but I'm not.

Every meal time still brings unnecessary anxiety.

Robin leans against one of the walls, a iced drink in her left hand. As she raises the glass to take a sip, droplets of condensation run down her arm. " About time you showed up. I basically had to threaten Eddie with a knife for him to back away from your portion of chicken tenders. He does not go down without a fight, I'll tell you that. " She chuckles.

" Thanks. " I begin putting some food onto my plate.

There's a moment of silence. " So. " Robin looks at me expectantly.

" So? " I ask, confused. I lean against the counter across from her. The counter hidden from the view of the dining hall.

Robin rolls her eyes. " Aren't you going to tell me about it? "

" What are you talking about, Robin? "

Robin lets out a sigh of annoyance. " Oh my god, Y/N. The kiss! "

Still lost, I set my food down. " What kiss? "

Finally, Robin blurts it out. " Dustin told me he saw you and Steve making out in your bunk. "

My eyes widen. " What? No. Robin, we weren't making out, that little..." I shake my head. " Steve and I were talking. Just talking. "

Robin raises an eyebrow. " Are you sure, Y/N, I'm your best friend. You can literally tell me anything-you literally have told me basically everything. "

" Robin, I swear. If anything were to happen, you'd be the first to know. Steve and I didn't do anything. "

" Doesn't mean something won't happen in the future though. " Robin smirks.

I roll my eyes. " He has a girlfriend, Robin. I'm not making a move on a taken guy. "

" They'll probably be on break by the end of the month. "

I pick up my plate again. " I don't know. Maybe I shouldn't get myself wrapped up into that. I mean, they'll probably eventually get back together. I don't want to be a rebound or something. "

Robin hops onto the counter, taking a seat in the empty space. " Steve's not like that. "

Yeah, he doesn't seem like the type of guy to do that. But, hey, maybe I don't know him as well as I think I do.

" So Dustin's going around telling everyone? " I say in discomfort. Even if we had kissed, I don't want everyone to know.

Robin shakes her head. Her hair is finally free from her hat. " Fuck no. I was the first person he saw and the first person he told. I told him I'd feed him to everyone for dinner if he says anything to anyone. " She lets out a small laugh. " Scared him shitless. "

I shake my head. " Of course you did, Rob. "

_____

The moon reflects off the quarry beautifully. Finally, there's bit of quiet. All of the campers are huddled together in the dining hall, playing random board games.

Their voices and music fade away as I walk closer to the water. I love being a counselor, but it definitely gets overwhelming at time. I look forward to going down to the Quarry every night, just for a little bit to clear my head.

As I get closer to the waters' edge, hear a twig snap. I snap towards my right side, the direction the sound came from.

A familiar jacket catches my eye.

Hanging over a nearby log, the sleeve of Steve's jacket shines in in the moonlight.

" Fuck, I'm sorry. " I blurt out as soon as I see the pair. On top of the jacket sits Steve. On his lap is Nancy, her arms wrapped around Steve's white t-shirt clad shirt. Nancy's legs are wrapped around his hips, pulling him into her embrace.

The pair pull apart, obviously surprised by my intrusion.

Nancy looks slightly embarrassed. " Oh I'm sorry. We didn't think anyone would be out here this late. " She apologizes, quickly getting off of her boyfriend.

I don't bother to look at Steve, knowing anything I see will send a pang of even more embarrassment and jealousy through my heart.

Don't be jealous.

Don't be jealous.

He doesn't like you. He never will. He's with fucking Nancy. It'd be wrong if he liked you.

Plus, Nancy is so sweet. How could I hurt her by dating Steve?

I turn around quickly, hurrying back down the path towards the dining hall.

Steve will never like someone like me.

[camellia-salazar]

May's collection of fan art. I was a lot prepared this month.

All the characters I Kin. Originally without Terrence, Bluey, Edd, and King Dice, but at the end of the day, I couldn't leave those four out. Took basically a week or so to finish.

Two douch bags i felt like drawing. "The Plan (F**k Jobs)" by The Front Bottoms reminded me of them somewhat. Especially Ram.

These two had birthdays this month, so I drew these. I was wrong about Denzel having a birthday in March.

(HC) Pinkie looks forward to her growth while Denzel is feeling depressed because of it. I'll probably draw a better birthday drawing for Denzel later on (most likely next year).

I finally got to listen to the Apple Sleep Experiment sequel. This was drawn during a relisten of the first one. I was trying to draw the sequel version, but I wasn't sure.

This is a drawing for my mom for Mother's Day. She cried from seeing it. Especially the words. (which were from the Valentine's special from EEnE but i thought it was perfect for this piece.)

I'm so glad she loved it :)

I got an idea for Father's Day, too.

"Imagine drawing May 1st art at the end of May. Lmao couldn't be me." Couldn't include May from Twelve/Origins, but I don't think anyone would really worry about that anyway.

Extras without extra stuff:

Personally, I like these. Possibly more than the ones with words and reference pictures. What do you think? I think they're much cleaner, idk.

I had a lot done towards the beginning of the month, so I was actually prepared this time. I'm really glad for all of these, especially the Mother's Day fan art.

Even the people at my program were impressed, and someone even asked if I did commissions. I said that I hadn't been thinking about it. They said they would pay me to draw something for a relative of theirs, but I haven't been talking to them about it since.

Overall, though, I'm just glad that I'm getting better at drawing anything. I've also been looking through my old art recently, and yup, a lot of my style has changed.

I was even drawing some old characters into my recent work. Idk if any of you want to see them, tho. I would like to compare my first time drawing them to my latest time, I just need to find my old old work.

But yeah, thanks for viewing my art and reading my rants. Y'all are awesome! Cya around. I'm looking forward to drawing some Total Drama and That's Not My Neighbor fan art next month. 😁✨️

[eternalera]

okay fuck it. im gonna try and put a stop to this sera hate because all i see is BULLSHIT

first off lets start with COMPARISONS. yeah i see you looking at me, its your worst fucking enemy bitch.

carmilla and sera... THEY PRACTICALLY HAVE THE SAME MOTIVESSS. yet the ONLY one who gets shit for it is SERA. in fact sera's in the one protecting the most people as she's protecting (or trying to) all of heaven 'oh but the demons in hell-'

LET ME BRING YOU CARMILLA CARMINE (dont get me wrong i fucking love her but godDAMN people need to get their priorities straight)

now i love carmilla carmine she's the best, she has a kickass song she's amazing as hell buuttt that doesn't mean that she isn't flawed

let me remind you that she was willing to let hell get genocided again and again and again just to protect her daughters (keep this in mind for laterrrr). she was willing to let all of them die just so that two people close to her would get to live and even then she didn't even know if they would die. lets be honest... they probably wouldn't have. so her excuse is kinda... eh-

NOW emily is like a daughter to sera and she's helping to try and protect her from sharing the burden of knowing whats going on and when she does know whats going on she tells her not to worry about it

now lets be honest here carmilla probably told her kids the same EXACT THING. BOTH of these topic are STILL on the genocide of the demons btw in case you were wondering

BUT when carmilla does it its all 'oH nO SheS So amAzIng' and when sera does it its all 'GRRRRR BAD ANGEL'

'but carmilla did end up helping them-'

YEAH BUT YKNOW WHAT!?!? the week the heaven episode came out sera was getting FLAMED but carmilla? oh shes just a mother

like HUH!?!?!?

'but sera approved of the genocide' yeah guess what? so did lucifer and adam yet they dont get HALF of the trash she does

'well adam thinks hes in the right' sera KNOWS shes in the wrong. she says that she never wouldve even APPROVED of the exterminations if she didnt think that theyd work or cause harm OR if there wasnt an uprising- and lets be honest. with lilith there probably was some sort of one

quite honestly im pretty sure this is just a case of dumbasses going 'oooo angels badd >:((( but not adam hes so bbg <333' and it makes me so frustrated

anyways cya-

[raihann1]

NOTESBOOK DRABBLES: EYELESS JACK

MONDAY:

I've been trying to get my roomate to get out of his damn room, all he does is just sit his ass down and do work? He refuses to go outside its fucking annoying. Like am not even sure if he takes showers, crazy right?

Currently, Jack is in his room writing away probably in dreams of being some super successful doctor. Im not jealous of course. Im happy for him but he needs to get out of his room before he dies of sufocation! Like how embarassing would it be for dying in your room for studying so much?!

Am closing my entry for today, cya.

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"Yo, Jack?" You said while opening his door gently.

"Hm?" He simply replied as he typed something on his computer and stared at his notes for comformation.

"Do you want to go to the park?" You asked leaning agianst his door (and slipping)

"Sorry, Got work to do." He said offering you a small smile and going back to his studies.

"Cmon! You don't want to be lonely your whole life right?!" You said waving your hands around.

"Of course not," Jack said his focus on his paper.

"Why don't we go make you some friends then, look Im not forcing kist worried okay?" You said approaching him and gawking at his neat writing.

"Hm.. I guess?" Jack said standing up and closing his notebook and laptop.

Wait. Wait. you did it!

"Alright get ready, I'll wait for you," you said closing his door and sighing in relief

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TUESDAY:

Alright! So Jack and I were at the park and he started talking to this girl. She seems really neat! Im pretty sure he might have a crush on her? Or am just blind I guess? I don't know. Anyway! I got her number and she's intrested in getting Jacks number as well.

Finally, that boys been lonely for god knowd how long.

Got to cut it short, got a text from her.

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(F/N = friend name)

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F/N

2:13 tuesday Heyy!! Y/N right?

2:14 tuesday

Yup.

2:15 tuesday

I really enjoyed Jacks company, do you think you could set us up? As friends of course.

2:17 tuesday

Uh, hell yeah? Go easy on him, he's pretty much a nerd. Uh where to?

2:20 tuesday

Sorry late response, maybe the cafe?

2:21 tuesday

Gotcha

2:21 tuesday

Thxx

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MONDAY:

Sorry for abandoning this, Ive been busy helping Jack. He's been trying to impress F/N if I have to he honest she doesn't seem intrested. I don't want to be that person but she always ghosts him while she textes me almost everyday. God dammit I think she likes me. I feel really bad.. I don't want to break his heart. Maybe am wrong.. speaking of F/N just got a text

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[angel1cjules]

forbidden love pt.4

"I'd get my hands dirty in order to kiss you one more time" PAIRING - assassin!reader x enemy's assassin!jk WARNINGS - lots of blood <3, name calling, mentions of kidnapping and r@pe, unprotected sex ( wrap it up! ), fingering, dom!jk x sub!reader, overstimulation, lots of needy kisses, forbidden relationship between jk and reader, jk would do basically anything for reader to kiss him one more time. enemies to lovers au WORD COUNT - a/n - I'm working overtime re-writing these fics 😭 but hope you enjoy </3 ✂---------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next day was full of excitement for you. You had your date with Jungkook and it was nerve-wracking to keep thinking about it. You hear a buzz from your phone, causing your head to jolt in its direction. You pick it up to see that Jungkook had texted you. future boyfriend ❤️: hey doll, you still up for our date??

y/nniee 💛: of coursee, why?

future boyfriend ❤️: was just asking ms.paranoid. anyways wear something hot y/nniee 💛: mkayy cya <3 future boyfriend ❤️: see you on my bed doll :)) y/nniee 💛: you wish jeon :P You let out a little chuckle after that conversation and get off of your bed. You glance at the digital clock beside your bed. The time reads 5:45, meaning you have 2 hours before Jungkook picks you up. You stretch your arms while letting out a big yawn. Your mind comes back to the conversation, did Jungkook actually mean that? If he did, then oh boy did you have a lot to do. ✂---------------------------------------------------------------------------- You sat on your bed with a pout, your head turning towards the digital clock. It read 7:30pm. You still had a whole 15 minutes till Jungkook arrives. You quickly make a checklist in your head as to whether you got everything. Phone? Check. Lip gloss? Check. Perfume? Check. Pepper spray? Check. Condoms? Nope. You didn't have condoms. 'Shit' you think as you pace around your apartment in search of any condoms. You swear your ex-boyfriend left some but where the fuck are they? Your search was disturbed by a ring from your phone. You peek at it to see Jungkook's caller id on the screen. "Hey doll" you hear the hoarse voice of the man on the other side of the line. "Hey.." you say, your eyes still scanning for any condoms. "Where are you? I'm in front of your apartment" he inquires. "Uh. Yeah I was just heading out actually" you lie, grabbing your bags forcefully and you possessed a mind full of worry about the condoms. You hang up the call and lock your door. You pace to the elevator and click the ground floor button. As you made your way down, you realized something. Maybe you didn't need to worry about the condoms. Maybe Jungkook will be gentle on you. Your heart filled with relief as you made your way out of the elevator and to the front of your apartment complex. To simply put it, Jungkook was shocked. By your beauty. The way you looked and strutted out of the complex effortlessly was breath-taking to him. The way you waved to him like you didn't just kill and revive him with your beauty alone. "Hey!" you say, snapping the man out of his imagination as you sat on the seat very gracefully. "God fucking dammit Y/N." he says, taking a good look at you. You looked drop-dead gorgeous with (this dress or this dress) your choice of outfit. "You like it?" you ask, a pout adorning your lips. "I don't like. I fucking LOVE it." he says a little drunk with your beauty. "Let's go?" you nod towards the road. He simply nods his head and begins driving with a hand on your thigh. ✂---------------------------------------------------------------------------- You get out of the car once Jungkook's parked it. "Koo?" you address him by his preferred nickname. He replies with a smile. He takes your hand in his and walks to the restaurant. Dinner ends with nothing but pure love. You both enjoyed the food ( especially the Bulgogi ) and how could anyone forget, the dessert. You both shared a black forest truffle cake which was enough to make a grown man moan with pleasure. On the way back to his car, he stops and asks "Your place or mine?". You pick the obvious choice. "Yours, duh." you say with an attitude. "With that attitude, you ain't getting any dick, doll." he teases, getting in the car. You let out a little whine. As the car gets on the road, you hum a little song. It's a unconscious habit of yours that Jungkook cherishes. ✂---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'M SORRY BUT IM WORKING ON PT.5 AS WE SPEAKK!!!

[denny-artsss]

I would like to give a fanfic suggestion, if you haven't already, Gangle arriving at the circus for the first time and I heard that was Jax who suggested Gangle's name.

Imma turn it into a scenario cause I'm already working on fanfic

*Gangle arrives at the circus, having a full-blown panic attack and grabbing the first person she sees by the shoulders and shakes them agresivly, that person is Jax*

Jax: *grabs her hands startled and pins them down* SLOW DOWN I DONT UNDERSTAND A WORD YOURE SAYING!

Gangle: *Complete gibberish while panicking and asking for an exit*

Caine: WOW! A NEW MEMBER TO ADD TO OUR CAST OF AMAZING PERFORMERS!

Gangle: m-member?... Performers?

Jax: yep, welcome to hell ribbons.

Gangle: ribbons? Why are you calling me that?

Jax: *shoves her in front of a mirror as she falls with a thud and looks up at it*

Gangle: *histerical screaming*

Jax: Caine, does he have a off button?

Gangle: *looks at him offended* IM A WOMAN-

Jax: Well, how am I supposed to know.

Caine: she does not have an off button, Jax! But she surely needs a name- Let's see... *thinks*

Jax: *chuckles and runs his hand through her ribbons* Gangle

Caine: GANGLE IT IS!

Gangle: do I have no saying in this?- *slaps Jax's hand off her*

Caine: NO YOU DO NOT! *throws confetti in the air* Now, Jax, how about you show your new friend here her new room, and her new friends!!!

Jax: *sighs* fine. That clown over there is Kaufmo.

*kaufmo waves and smiles*

Jax: Those two are queenie and her gambit. And that loser over there is Ragatha. She is currently freaking out over the centipede I said I threw in her hair.

Ragatha: TAKE IT OUT TAKE IT OUT!

Jax: *laughs to himself and whispers to Gangle* There's no centipede.

Gangle: ah huh- um... lovley- now... maybe show me the- um the-

Jax: exit? There is none. Let's go to your stupid room. *grabs her hand and drags her along*

*they both walk in the hallway*

Gangle: um- I'm sorry- why are all those pictures crossed?

Jax: *smirks* they messed with me, and I executed them.

Gangle: *starts shaking* Okay, then.

Jax: *kicks her door open* ta-da! Your very own room in this insane asylum! My my, aren't you a lucky lady.

Gangle: Your irony is not helping my mental breakdown-

Jax: it's helping make it worse! *pats her back*

Gangle: *sits on her bed and zones out*

Jax: *jumps in her bed, sending her flying on the floor*

Gangle: *stands up and looks at him annoyed* your name is Jax right?... man... you must've picked that awful name for me because someone picked this awful name for you... poor thing...

Jax: *eyes widen* I choose my own name- You don't like the name I gave you?

Gangle: i mean- it is kinda mocking but- I guess it could be worse-

Jax: *laughs* if there was something worse, your name wouldn't be Gangle.

Gangle: can you please leave my room? I have a busy schedule of crying in my pillow- once I figure out how to cry.

Jax: hm... *brings his face close to hers and squints his eyes, rubbing his finger on the side of her face*

Gangle: *nervously looks at him confused* what are you doi-

Jax: Aha! *grabs her mask and pulls it off* there. Now, you can let it all out. You'll have a lot to leave out anyway. *throws the mask on her desk as it breaks*

Gangle: *looks at the broken comedy mask in horror*

Jax: well... you have fun with your...um... crying. I'll go get something to eat. I'm starving. Cya later buh byee *pats her head and exits the room, leaving her in the dark*

[crepezinhos]

Just a warning that I’ll probably be in a little hiatus this week because this week is full of work due Friday and I got a Biology project to finish by Wednesday which would be ok if I wasn’t working on a fully-colored, angst comic.

I’ll be showing it here because I’m kinda proud of it despite the many errors of consistency, coloring and rendering, and because why not? Consider this shit the fanfic I’ll be delivering for y’all this week lol

(Not finished yet, and these aren’t all the pages of the comic)

And honestly, random rant here, if I was more professional at drawing, specifically in digital art, I would absolutely deliver my works with illustrations to demonstrate exactly what I want to picture and to spice up things, but I absolutely suck at drawing men and NSFW stuff in general (although I try it out frequently, especially with Scaramouche and Mona 😈).

Seriously, I only draw the small-sized guys just because I don’t need to draw muscles and a more petite, slim bodies 😭🙏

But anyway, good night for y’all and great week for y’all cuz my ass ain’t getting one. CYA SOON!!! ❤️

@amoyanderes @shyentsfoundherink @the-stinky-winky @kindofshyent @bigmantiddys @alatusorrow @luminieee

(Marking y’all just so you guys are aware of my disappearance)

[kittenninja14]

Hii KN!!

I have a question. Can you describe the evolution of the way you drew Zane?

ps. ur Zane is so cute!

Hello, my mysterious friend!! <333

Thank you for asking that brilliant question.

First of all, thank you soo much!! I'm glad you think my Zane is cute!! <33

As for the "evolution" here it is:

The first time I drew Zane, I drew him like this:

Yeah.... nowhere close to the Zane I now draw, lol.

Tbh, I nvr really liked how I drew him here. To me, he just didn't feel real(?). I dunno if that's the right word, lol. He looks more like a rectangle than a human.

But all in all, I just wasn't satisfied with the results. For this fanart, I just needed to draw Zane so I did my best in this art.

The second time I drew Zane was-- welllllll, I honestly love drawing Zane, he kinda is my fav character to draw (his hair is soooo easy, lol) But I started doodling Zane here and there in class.

I do not recommend doodling in class. Be responsible and work on ur classwork, lol.

I don't have all my doodles but here is one

As u can see Zane is starting to get more shape here, lol.

He's starting to look more human (is that the right word?) than a rectangle, lol.

The third time I drew him was for a fanart from Shogun: Becoming by @nickelwick

(sry about the bad quality)

Now this was a completely different art style in coloring/drawing but with all that aside-- you can see a major shift in style when it comes to drawing Zane.

(now in retrospect the eyes could use a little improvement)

Anyways, I wanted to draw Zane with a different look. From the time between the first drawing and the second, I was tweaking/improving my art style.

The fourth time was for my screenshot redraw:

Honestly, here, you can see a huge change.

I would say that the fanart for Shogun: Becoming seriously inspired me when I drew this.

I think the tip I can give you when it comes to drawing characters is to first try to find an art style that you are comfortable with drawing.

In my case, if you scroll wayyyyy down in my DeviantArt account, you can see that the first couple of artworks are all done in different styles--I was in the "experimenting" stage.

In all honesty, I believe that all artists out there--no matter how good their art is--can improve. There is always room for improvement and betterment (dunno if that's a word, lol).

So when it came to Zane (and my art style as well) I started experimenting.

Then after I was done with experimenting, I started improving my art.

Here is the fifth time I drew Zane.

This pic is actually the "foundation" of all of my Zane pics. The colors, expressions, and clothes were all done bc I experimented.

It took time--a lot of time-- to get this drawing done.

But that's how we all start, lol.

The sixth time, I drew the og Zane.

He was quite a challenge, lol. Perhaps it was the color pallet or the fact that I was rushing to get this done for Ninjago's 13 anniversary, but he honestly could use an improvement, lolll.

Now I can do A LOT of pics to show the "evolution" but imma just use the latest art.

This pic took like 10 mins (at most) to draw. Compared to the fifth time which took hours.

Drawing Zane has honestly become my fav pass-time, ngl.

I would say to all the artists out there-- just relax. Ur art doesn't have to be purr-fect. No one starts out as a professional. (unless u have some cool powers that make u draw perfectly)

Be patient with yourself.

Everyone can draw. But it just takes time, practice, and perseverance.

So don't give up. If I had given up on drawing Zane after the first pic, then I would have never drawn this cutie pie, lol.

Anyways, I hope this answers your question!! I honestly had a lot of fun with this "evolution" post. Feel free to ask me more about the other ninjas. But ngl, I think Zane is the only character (as of rn) that I feel the most comfortable with and has the most development, lol.

Byeeee!! Cya next time!!! <3333

https://kittenninja14.tumblr.com/post/731916269075480576/hey-yall-i-just-found-this-incredible-video-and

[tomatosoupgroup]

hello screen shot stans it is saturday once again

OKAY so if you follow me on twitter (which you likely do, if you're seeing this. but if you aren't, my handle is @/CalendarCursed) you may have seen this:

believe it or not, i've been thinking of using this style for certain graphics!

but how do I achieve this style???? hmmmm......

make a model in blender

animate said model

export as image sequence

import into aseprite

set palette to pear36 (the palette all sprites in the game will use)

reduce size (if needed)

set color mode to indexed

apply white outline

export

YOU'RE DONE

yeah so i probably won't use it for too many graphics, cuz it like. takes forever lmao.

i've made a couple more of these! don't know if they'll be used in the final game, but it's good practice.

and here's an example of it working with an environment with multiple objects:

pretty cool, huh?

ANYWAYS i think i'm gonna be able to get more work done this week. kinda have a free schedule iirc

sorry for the short update

cya !!!!!!!!

-Callie

[purpdrawsthings]

Told you there would be more GSP content ehehehheehehehehehehehehehe

Tagging @strange0-0storm n' @tiredsmashbros because erm... I thought you would be interested in his lore =3

Oh god I was complentating on whether to tag them because I think I've tagged them way too much oh god I'm so nervous rn

I literally did this shat for an hour 💀

It was 12AM oh god, I felt so goddamn sleepy from thinking.

Y'all it's cannon content!!!

Hah, bet you weren't expecting this >=]

Errrrrrr kinds still working on this.

Funny thing I was thinking about yesterday. Might expand more on his powers =3

He's still getting used to them okayyyyyy?

Who knew!

Funni lil extra stuff

He can't die yippe yippe yippeeeeeeee

Y'all I think he's tired of everyone's shit/silly

HE NEEDS MORE MEME ANERGY Y'ALL!!

Bet some of y'all are happy to see some meme energy related stuff lmao

Erm... That's about all I have teehee =D

I uh... Will expand more on him when I have more ideas yeeee

Y'all can ask some question about him/for him in my ask box now =3333

Do it till he gets annoyed

Woah what was that?

Anyways, I hope y'all are happy at this lore. Because I spent WAY too much time on this.

Uuuuuuuh cya YEEET

[turtlesreborntmnt]

News… And Then Even More News

So... a lot happened when I was gone.

First, the relaunch. I love that they're getting a lot of fresh faces on the book. I'm not familiar with a lot of their work (Besides Chiang, I love Paper Girls), but I heard a lot of good shit about Aaron, and I'm loving what I see Infront of my eyeballs with the artists. I love the direction that Sophie took, and I'm very excited for this new direction.

Although, there is one big thing I'm worried about. Jennika. I know that the Alpha one shot is gonna be about her, but it still worries me a bit. She is the fifth turtle, man. Like she should be up there you know? I pray she isn't written off the main book.

Also, personally I'm pretty indifferent on resetting to #1. It can be seen as a pretty desperate move, but also slapping a #1 on a book fucking works. Hopefully this gets more people talking about the book at least. Hopefully this lasts another 150 issues.

Next:

Fuck. Yes.

We knew that this was happening for a bit, but I still wanted to show off how coooool this is. Also, apparently it's on ongoing and not a mini series. Again, Fuck. Yeah. I really love street level TMNT stuff, and this seems to be the ultimate version of that. It's also written by Juni-Ba, who did some incredible work for the series already so I already know this is gonna be fire.

I got some hypotheses on who the hell Nightwatcher is. Obviously, the original is Raph, and it still might be. It also might be Jennika, since they are very clearly turtle shaped and with the seemingly lack of appearance in the main title. It also could be Metalhead? And like he got a new smaller body and turned into a vigilante for some reason. It could also be future Raph from the 2023 annual. The Nightwatchers' left arm doesn't match his right, maybe implying that it's completely robotic thus replacing his lack of arm? Idk. I'm excited none the less.

Next:

SANTOLOUCOSANTOLOUCOSANTOLOUCOSANTOLOUCOSANTOLOUCOSANTOLOUCOSANTOLOUCOSANTOLOUCO

Mateus Santolouco is back on art. That's it. That's all I need. I'm hype.

On top of that it's gonna be written by Erik Burnham, and the story seems super interesting too lore wise. Sorry I don't have much to say other than SANTOLOUCOSANTOLOUCOSANTOLOUCOSANTO-

Also some cool side characters getting more screen time.

Next:

Holy shit. OMG.

I need to fucking calm down, Jesus. Anyway. Tom and Sophie are returning with a new ongoing. Very very little is known about this but I assume it's gotta do with Hob and Mutant Island, along with the general Mutant issue now that the wall is broken. I can't wait man. I also assume the second half of Alpha is gonna directly tie into this ongoing. Also, Maligna? Or something. Fuck, maybe that's Linsey...

Poor bastard.

That's all the news for the main continuity, I'll briefly go over some other stuff. Saturday Morning Adventures is still going strong WITH TURTLES FOREVER 2 AND USAGI CROSSOVER????!!!!???!?!?!

Also anthology series. I bet that's gonna be really fun.

Cya.

[anivirus]

Andy the Mouse - Meditation (+Personal Status Update)

(For now I will keep this post exclusive to Tumblr)

Howdy, fellow followers and those who are just passing by. Today I would like to address the long break I have taken and try to self reflect. In fact, this art depicts my overall state as of now the best. Foggy and thorny.

Initially I was planning to get back into work in second half in July but a bunch of things happened. I have started feeling exhaustion in a lot of aspects in my life. I have left the communities, projects I was working on, primarily because my OCD forces me into giving all of my energy into them in expense for physical and mental health. By July 3rd I was weighing 46kg while being 183cm tall. Things needed to be changed. I am currently on medication, a healthy diet I couldn't build and sustain ever before, and trying to build up a daily schedule which also contains regular fitness. Currently I am almost never falling into panic and despair which had been draining all of my life force. After 2,5 months I weigh 58kg and still aiming for better results to be the perfect femmmmmm boyyyyyyy!

However... Things are still not perfect, I need more time to adapt and overcome the fog of my mind. However I have a bunch of plans. Let me inform you.

1. I will differentiate some of my social networks

I love you all, my cutest and fluffiest furry boys, girls, enbys and everyone else. However I know that you might not be interested in some other stuff I might do - like composing music, sowtware engineering, or even femboy fashion. The solution for that would be creating multiple blogs on social networks. Like, for example, my idea for Tumblr is making two extra blogs - for bottomposting and software engineering. I still don't know which one would be my main, probably, this one - for furry art. Anyways, I will make a poll in that regard since I'm not sure about the idea

2. Updating my social networks

I have left Twitter because Elon Musk is a literal nazi I will never support. That said, Threads is the lesser evil, which is also connected to my Instagram account. By the way, my social links are down below!

UPD: Reddit is ass, i won't be able to post there. Thinking about using Lemmy instead

3. I will be discontinuing Patreon subscription

In heat of creativity I have gone greedy and decided to try taking money from people. No more! For now my content will stop being paywalled just as it should have been since the start. It will simply act as a hub for all of my content.

P.S. I don't think I'm ready to continue my furry art journey yet. But I am trying my best to come back soon.

Cya! >.<

[gren-arlio]

This is looking like a Once-A-Month thing now, but at least they're getting out. Welcome to Season 2, Episode 5 of Waku Puyo Translations.

(You've probably have seen that top-middle image before. Well, here's where it's from.)

Heya, Welcome to Episode 5 of this little series which has slowly turned into a monthly thing, where I try my damn best to get as much info out of videos as possible.

To cut the details, this episode was a little less boring to do. The work itself is fine, I just found it boring because so much of it was just "Gren, go to Kiki's Info Booth. NOW." rather than other stuff. Least it wasn't last episode's level of a slog.

Anyways, lets get right into it.

The video itself:

Timestamps:

Black Kikimora Talk: 0:10 (I'll refer to her as Biki)

Biki Boss Fight: 2:38, Defeat quote is at 4:45

Incubus Encounter: 5:30

Incubus Boss Fight: 7:45, defeat is at 12:30, and getting the chest is at 13:33.

Kikimora Info Booth 1: 13;51

Kikimora Info Booth 2: 15:45 (Subsections for both of these.)

And fun fact, there's two videos of these left before I'm done with the Arle side of things...for now. Course I'm gonna be missing some things here and there, but hey, main story will be comprehensible. With that, I hope you enjoy.

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Biki Talk:

Biki: ...

Arle: Hey, err... Am I allowed to enter this place?

Biki: I'm sorry, but...

Arle: Ah, I see...I'm not allowed in...

Biki: No, wait, you can enter. We're just about set with the attraction.

Arle: No, it's fine, I'll just come back later.

Biki: (???) I mean, have it your way then.

Arle: You said something?

Biki: Oh, nothing... (She leaves.)

Arle: ...Wait a second, did she say I could actually go in?

Carbuncle: Gu-gu!

--- Biki Boss:

Biki: Alright, we're all set now!

Arle: Huh? You're the girl I met earlier...

Biki: ...For one, I'm quite glad you came into this place.

Arle: Wait, wha?

Biki: No worries though, I've already completed this wonderful trick.

Arle: Really now? Look, that's amazing and all, but I really need to go, so cya!

Biki: ...Oh, I can't just let you leave for free. I need you to test this thing, after all. Some man came in here earlier and didn't fall for anything, so he was quite the useless participant...

Arle: Eh?

Biki: Oh come on, don't be shy. Let's start this show!

(A lot of Biki's text leaned towards the theatrical side, oddly enough, so I hammed it up a little bit.)

--- Biki Defeat:

Biki: Tch, you did well...

Arle: Phew, that was a tough one...

Carbuncle: Gu?

--- Incubus Encounter:

Incubus: Hello there!

Arle: Oh, H-heya...

Incubus: And how are you, ma'am?

Arle: I'm doing OK. And how about you?

Incubus: I'm here to say that this place is a whole lot more difficult than you think. Me? I'm just taking a break, honestly.

Arle: I, uh, see...

Incubus: Hm? What's wrong?

Arle: Did you also come here to play around?

Incubus: Yes, of course! That's right...I'm here to play with YOU, actually. (There's a heart here but my PC don't have the hearts like my phone. Oh well.)

Arle: Wha!? Really?

Incubus: Yep. I didn't know there were even other people doing these attractions other than me. And to think such a cute girl is doing it too... I'm quite glad. (Another heart here.)

Arle:

C-C-Cute girl? Is by chance, that girl is me?

Incubus: Of course! Who else could it be but you?

Carbuncle: Gugu!

Incubus: ...I've no use for a rodent like YOU. Rather, I'm more interested in your owner. (Another heart. The cons of having a PC.)

Arle: Ah... Um... Well... Wow... That's the first time I've ever been called that...

Incubus: (Haha, now's my chance! Peace!) [And he leaves]

Arle: To be honest, I've been confessed to a few times... Oh, hahaha, what am I saying... ... Huh? What? EEH? No one's here anymore, this was a trick! I...I'll get ya for that one! You can't toy with hearts like that!

Carbuncle: Gugu!

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Incubus Boss:

Incubus: Sorry Arle, but I'm here first.

Arle: Eh? ...What was I late to?

Incubus: Well, first off, I don't want you to be upset at me. But honestly, this is for the greater good. Please, forgive me.

Arle: Forgive you for what?

Incubus: Look, I kinda need this orb. And the ones YOU have as well!

Arle: Wh...What!?

Incubus: Yes. Now be a good girl, and give me those orbs.

Arle: I-I could never give it to someone like you! I worked WAY too hard to get these!

Incubus: Oh, it can't be helped then... If I can't take it by my words, I'll just do it with force! And...I can steal your heart as well! (Not to be taken literally.)

Arle: You seriously creep me out... I knew that you're some sort of pervert! I can't even joke anymore, I can't lose this!

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Incubus Defeat:

Incubus: No way! Please forgive me~

Arle: Haha, I won!

Carbuncle: Gu!

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Orb Gotten:

Arle: Oh, there's the orb! It's the black one, too! Now I just need one more!

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Kikimora's Info Booth:

Kikimora: Ah, you came at just the right time!

Arle: Eh?

Kikimora: I have a letter for you.

Arle: A letter?

Kikimora: Well, here's the letter if you're curious.

Arle: Aha...thanks. Eh? It has my name, but not the senders. Well, what does this say anyways...

Letter: The last of the orbs is with me, a certain little witch. Ya want it? Oh, what am I saying, course you do. If you want this orb, come down to the Puyo Puyo Dungeon. I'll be waiting for you on the 10th floor. Oh-hohoho! - From the mysterious, beautiful Witch

Arle: ...What? Is this a fight invitation? First time I've gotten one of these.

Kiki: Wait, I thought this was a congratulations letter! I thought it was odd that a hooded figure gave it to me though. Should I just throw it away then?

Arle: Oh no, it's fine. I'm happy I know where the final orb is, at least.

Kikimora: Is that so? ...I mean, you're awfully calm about this.

Arle: Really? Even so, I'm pretty excited. Alright, lets go to the Puyo Puyo Dungeon!

Carbuncle: Gu!

Kikimora: Well, have a fun trip then.

[This then brings you to menus, which has the following.

Listen <- Rankings Bulletin Board Back

After clicking listening to Kikimora, she asks "What do you want to talk about?" The options goes:

6th Orb <- About Rare items Black Market Tales About Ranks When in Trouble Back

When clicking the 6th orb, this is as it is: ]

Kiki: Have you met the sender of the letter yet?

Arle: ...No, not just yet.

Kikimora: They're telling you to meet them at the 10th floor of the Puyo Puyo Dungeon. Well, good luck, Arle.

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Kiki's Info Booth 2:

Kikimora: Congratulations!

Arle: Err, what did I do?

Kikimora: You've scored over 50K points in the rankings! You've really set an amazing record, you know!

Arle: I mean, you SURE that's the case?

Kikimora: So much so that you've received a prize from the mysterious owner of this place, in fact. Please keep up the amazing work!

[After this, the player goes to Bulletin, and it's as followed:

Secrets of Puyo Puyo Dungeon <- 1

Traveling Merchant Fufufu

To my Dear Honey! <- 2

To the LOUSY Mage, Arle <- 3

Don't just throw it away!

Where is my Meteor Grimoire!? <- 4

Complete Synthesis (or Fusion) manual <- 5

And here we go in order.]

Secrets of the PPD:

Hehehe, the Dungeon ain't over just yet. For those with 6 orbs, an even greater challenge awaits you. That's right, even you, the person holding those 6 orbs, will be presented the greatest challenge yet. It's a thrilling adventure for that's perfect for adventurers. Enjoy THIS challenge! - The owner of Waku Waku Puyo Puyo Land

To My Dear Honey!:

Bulletin: Oh, hi honey! (Insert a heart here,) I gave you the win this time. Next time, I'll take it seriously. Until then, I'll leave the orb in your hands. - From your sweet "friend", Incubus.

Arle: Isn't he a persistent one...

Carbuncle: Gugu?

To the LOUSY Mage, Arle:

Bulletin: The last orb you need is with me, a certain mysterious Witch. You want it? Of course you do, it's the last one you need! If you really want this orb, come meet me in the Puyo Puyo Dungeon. Oh-hohohoho! I'll see you at the 10th floor! - From the Mysterious, Beautiful Witch.

Arle: Calling me a lousy mage... how rude, Carby!

Carbuncle: Gu!

Where is my Meteor Grimoire!?:

Bulletin: Why do I keep finding these grimoires I DON'T need? I still can't find the Meteor grimoire, the one I actually want. If you have it, can we just trade if that's possible? I don't want this book taken by some random monster, it's like gold to me! - From the Magically Gifted Witch.

Complete Synthesis Manual (Bottom):

Witch: From the cute yet oh-so-elegant Witch!

Incubus: And the noble Incubus, we bring you...

Witch: The complete Synthesis...

Incubus: ...Manual Guide!

Witch: Let this show begin!

Arle: ... ...

Incubus: Now, to begin this lecture.

Witch: Say, Arle. Do you know what the "Ring of Darkness" is?

Arle: Yeah, well... it's not like I HAVEN'T seen it before...

Incubus: If you combine that ring with some other ring, the result will be different than usual. If you do it, the Ring of Darkness will level up, but it'd be cursed instead.

Witch: It's kinda shockin'.

Arle: ... ...

Incubus: And on the other hand, there's another fusion that lowers your level, but removes the curse.

Witch: Now we have to wonder, what exactly IS he talking about?

Incubus: Hehe, do you wanna know?

Arle: ... ...

Witch: Oho~ Please tell little Arle here some more!

Incubus: Well, you do that by fusing with the Ring of Light.

Witch: Ya heard that? They said to fuse with a "Ring of Light".

Arle: ... ...

Incubus: And of course, there's other ways to go around doing this stuff, too. You just need to try out different things, is all.

Witch: Now hopefully, with this wonderful knowledge, we made your synthesizing life much easier.

Arle: My synthesizing life, huh...?

Incubus: And that marks off this little lecture.

Witch: And my apologies, but I gotta go as well.

Arle: ... ...

Witch: And once more, from the cute yet oh-so-elegant Witch!

Incubus: And the dashingly handsome Incubus....

Witch: We bring you the Complete Synthesis...

Incubus: ...Manual Guide!

Witch: Catch ya later~!

[And they leave.]

Arle: ...For some reason, I feel a shiver down my spine...

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And that's all for today. This one wasn't as bad to do, which I'm happy for. Hopefully next up is the super long Schezo post, or something related to it. Thanks for your time and for reading this all.

Adios.