#i was gonna do them today but i was having trouble sketching and like

[oakskull]

the other day i was looking at my art wall and went "hmmmm i havnt drawn tango in a while" so i drew tango

(the background is curtesy of my cat walking in my paint then onto the paper, it adds character <3)

[beatcroc]

a year!!! as of today i have now been drawing these funny little pizza freaks, to the exclusion of almost everything else, for!!! an entire year!!! i wanted to do a nice group shot/lineup of everybody to compare to when i first started trying to draw them because oh boy were they bad. i never even posted most of them anywhere because they were so bad. but im posting them here, now, to see how everything's changed/evolved.

this is probably the hardest time i've ever had trying to figure out how to work with a style, but we got there eventually; i'm pretty happy with the handle i've got on everybody now...dont let ur memes be dreams. lots of unimportant journaling and idle thoughts abt it below.

older pics

the first one is the VERY first time i drew them, before i thought i was going to actually have any interest in drawing them [lmao]; it was just the one isolated image, for my friendserver, to illustrate the funney message, so there was no attempt to make it Good or actually understand anything going on w/ the designs or style.

second is the original run of practices sketches to start trying to figure them out for real; done after i started having ideas for the comics and such and realized oh god maybe i am actually gonna draw fanart for this. [again, lol, and lmao.]

third one is the first pt art thing i posted on here. there were a couple weeks of sprite studies between this one and the previous image. the one on the top right wasn't part of that post i just threw it on as space filler; i'd intended to shift to doing Sprite Redraws But Stylized to explore tings more, but that was the only one i did. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

individual characters

peppino: by far the hardest dear god. bro what ARE your shapes how DOES your face work. jesus christ. everything i have trouble with this style for, peppino has it in excess. i draw in polygons! i need consistency! and that is the last thing this kind of style is concerned with. they are made of squarshy clay and i do not understand how to mold them. i was really hoping trying to learn this game's style would GIVE me that kind of flexibility for fun exaggerated facial expression but i don't think much came of it in the end 😔. anyway on the bright side all this means once i got peppino figured out a little bit everybody else clicked way easier.

fake peppino: honestly i never did anything with him on purpose except for how his eyes work + the perma-smile thing. i figured ok hes supposed to look weird and off model so whatever happens with him happens. and it did. and it kept happening. it is still, in fact, happening.

noise/ette: somehow, for every bit that peppino was the least natural thing i've ever tried, these two worked pretty much right off the bat. i still don't understand it, seeing as pretty much all the things at play for peppino are also at work for them. i think the new sketches are actually a little worse than older ones but not enough that i care.

gustavo: really funny bc i drew him on model twice and just went 'okay, cool nice, easy, um. he doesn't have any fucking legs?' fortunately he was the only one i had a strong idea for how to stylize him [square] and it worked exactly as i was hoping so wahoo.

brick: is an animal and therefore 5000x easier and more natural for me to draw/stylize than anything else in the cast. that is Just a rat bro. i can draw a rat.

gerome: i think the funniest one here. the most drastic and least necessary change imo. i was gonna have him be really small at first, like smaller than the noises, but then i just... didn't. he's just peppino-sized now. also i gave him like. actual human facial structure, which is funny bc in most cases i'd do anything to avoid, but it works well for his being A Rock to give him some angles and definition like that+ to differentiate his vibe from the rest of the cast who are all very squishy. also since he is essentially Just A Head it's good to emphasize that too ig.

john: i only drew john a couple times but he gets to be here because i like him. and because most of the stuff i applied to gerome was readily applicable to john, though i did try to keep him a little more uncanny because he is a Huge And Lanky Freak. i hate that he is barefoot btw but idk how to make his color balance look right with shoes.

pizzahead: i did not want to put him on here honestly but i Have drawn him a handful of times and more importantly i didn't know what i was gonna do with john's pose if i didn't have him there to be glared at. the only thing that's different with him is giving him wider-bottomed pants, which i got from when i tried to draw these guys in clone high style [i never posted that one either][i will eventually]

snick: he gets to be here because 1. he's like 6 lines 2. i like him and 3. ive scribbled him a few times offhand and it went pretty well

misc

there are some guys missing because those are guys i didn't draw enough [or at all] to have gotten comfortable with them. sorry

i would have Liked to shade these but for the time being i have accepted that my grasp of light/shadow has decayed to the point im not going to be happy with anything i try there, so For Now i am working on my presentation with flats i guess. gerome has a shadow only because he's shaded like that ingame and looks naked without it

anyway if you are still reading [hi?] i get to shamelessly plug now. i'm over the hill of my pizza run now, and while i still have plenty of things i want to make here, most of the bigger more in-depth ones have passed. pizza tower was the first thing in THREE YEARS to get me out of my oc groove to doing fanart, and once i am done with my ideas here i will be going right back to it. if you like my art or how i write characters/interactions you should check out my oc/webcomic blog @jamverse . i can't promise people who like pizza stuff will be terribly into my designs, but i can guarantee i treat my guys with the exact same sort of tone i handle the pt guys with. and hell, i've mentioned it a few times before, but like 70% of my characterization for fake pep is just copied off one of my characters, so if u are going to miss him... he will still be there in spirit >;p

and if you dont care about any of that and are still reading thank you anyway. actually making these comics + seeing how shockingly well-received they've been has done a lot for my confidence, and for seeing that my kind of stuff IS something people enjoy :')

[tordylover]

★ 𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝑒𝓉 𝒥𝒶𝓎 ★

How you met Jay: You met Jay during school.

It was a rainy day and you were walking to your school. You had grabbed your umbrella before going outside. So you didn't have to get wet by the rain.

As you were walking, you saw a blond-haired male. He looked like he was taking care of some little dogs and one big dog while having trouble holding his umbrella. You smiled at the sight that you saw and continued taking your walk to school.

Tho the blond hair male felt eyes on him. Then turned to see who was looking at him. He then saw a female with [hair color] walking away to the other side.

Jay felt confused but either way, he continued to do what he was doing. After he was done taking the dogs for a walk he went back to his place to leave them there.

Jay soon came out of his house and realized he was gonna be late for school. So he ran to school and forgot his umbrella so he was getting wet when he was going there.

(time skip time when Jay arrived at school)

When Jay entered the classroom, he noticed the same girl that had [Hair color] in the park. He then went to his desk where he sat. Which is right next to a window and just starts to look outside.

Y/n noticed the blond-haired male that she had seen earlier when she was walking to school. But then went back to her own business, using her phone.

Y/n felt bored and stopped using her phone. She then looks at Jay and decides that she wants to draw him. Since she thought Jay wasn't paying attention, she took out her pencil and notebook.

Y/n then starts sketching out Jay in her notebook. While she is doing that, she doesn't know that Jay noticed her doing something.

Jay was confused about what Y/n was doing but continued to stare outside the window. He noticed that it's gonna be raining all day today as the sky was gray and very dark but bad luck he had because he forgot his umbrella.

Y/n then finished drawing Jay, and she was happy with how it turned out to be. She then puts her things back in her bag.

(Another time skip to after school)

It was then after school, Y/n noticed that it was still running. She was happy because she enjoyed the rain and the aftersmell of it.

She then stops looking at the window outside and starts to walk away from the classroom. Y/n was then outside of the classroom and noticed that there weren't many students around. She would usually see a lot of students around, but then she thought that they maybe left early or just skipped school.

She then made it to where the exit was for the school until she noticed a blond-haired male again. Y/n takes notice that the male didn't bring an umbrella. She also realizes that was the male that she saw and was also drawing him in class.

She felt embarrassed but walked up to him.

"Hi there! What's your name?"

Y/n asked cheerfully at the blond-haired male.

"...."

Jay just stared back at her and didn't say anything as he always was quiet.

Y/n felt nervous and awkward when Jay didn't respond.

"Ummm... Uh, I noticed you didn't bring an umbrella. Wanna head with me?"

Y/n asked him, while she still tried to remain happy. While Jay just continued to stare at Y/n, then finally nodded his head to her.

"Okay! Let's head out!"

Y/n said cheerfully and dragged Jay with her. Until they made it outside. She then took out her umbrella from her bag and then opened it. Y/n then tried holding the umbrella but she was too short and couldn't cover for Jay.

She let a small giggle and then faced Jay.

"Um well that didn't work, could you grab it for the both of us?"

Y/n asked Jay, while Jay just nodded his head and took the umbrella for them. While their hands brushed a bit Jay didn't seem to notice while on the other hand, Y/n did and blushed a bit.

"Thank you!"

Y/n happily thanked Jay, and then Jay started walking while Y/n followed right next to him.

"Hmm, I like your hair"

Y/n said to Jay, and he then turned his head to look at Y/n. Jay just nodded his head while he gave a small smile to Y/n. She took that sign in a thank you way and smiled at herself for doing that.

She then felt her shoulder getting wet. So she went closer to Jay.

"Hope you don't mind me being a little close to you"

Y/n said and Jay just smiled at her. Y/n read the smile as a sign saying that he was fine with that. As they continued walking Y/n stopped walking and so did Jay.

"Well, this my stop"

Y/n gave a smile to Jay, while Jay nodded his head.

"Say, before I leave. Can I have your number?"

Y/n asked Jay, Jay was a little surprised but he gave a small smile and gave her his number. Y/n looked happy when Jay gave her his phone number.

"Thank you! See you next time!"

Y/n happily said to Jay. Jay was gonna give her umbrella back when she said.

"You keep it, you're gonna get wet if you don't take it"

Y/n said and then walked away, but then she got a text from Jay. She then opened the text.

"Thank you again, Jay! See you at school!"

Y/n turned to face Jay and gave him a smile while showing a thumbs-up to him. Jay just smiled at how funny Y/n was nodded at her and then walked away with her umbrella.

[violet-fire-cat]

👀

Been meaning to do another of these for a few days and finally got around to it! Another 👀 ask, another AU!

Let's see... Today I'm gonna go with ~

Prince and his Guard AU For lack of a better name, because I'm awful at names pfft. Royal aus are done a lot, I know, but this ones mine! Actually based on another AU I did for a different fandom ages ago, but then reworked for different characters pfft I hope you're ready for more Ethubs nonsense from me, because that's what this is. (There's Rendoc crumbs too, though it's only mentioned briefly here.)

Anyway! Bdubs is a prince of a small kingdom somewhere. He's not the heir to the throne or anything like that, but he's still pretty important. For the most part though he's not too fussed about royal duties. He'd much rather be caring for the horses at the stables or tending to or sketching the beautiful plants in the palace gardens.

Etho works for the royal guard and has done for quite some time. He's a skilled swordsman and well respected amongst his peers. One day, he's given a new assignment and is placed as Bdubs' personal guard. His job is to accompany Bdubs when he's out and about, and of course to keep him safe should anything happen. Not that he's in any immediete danger, but he is a prince so it's needed!

Bdubs has had personal guards before, some he's liked, others he hasn't. With Etho he's- not sure what he thinks at first. Etho is quiet and hiding half his face behind a mask. He's polite though, just- different. Bdubs tries to befriend him from early on, but that's easier said than done when the guy doesn't talk much.

Gradually though, as they become more familiar with each other they do start to become friends. They find that they have things in common (a love for horses and riding being one of them) and they get along well. It's not long before they're starting to like each other more than they probably should. But neither of them really acknowledge it yet.

Bdubs realises he's got a crush first. Etho is always hiding his face, but Bdubs still thinks he's beautiful. He's kind and nice to talk to as well, Bdubs likes being around him.

Etho comes to terms with it much slower, and refuses to accept it when he does have that realisation. He can't have a crush on the prince are you insane!! Beef, who works in the palace kitchens and is friends with Etho, tells him that falling for the prince is a bad idea. Etho says that yes, he knows, he didn't do it on purpose!

For a while they just sort of admire each other from a distance. A romance between them is not allowed. Their relationship must remain platonic. They would both get in so much trouble if they tried anything more.

Bdubs, however, decides one day that he doesn't care. Screw it! He really likes Etho! So he's gonna flirt with him! Subtly, of course, just in case. Etho doesn't notice it straight away, and when he does he tries to ignore it. But he's blushing at how sweet Bdubs is being. He should tell him to stop but he can't. And eventually he does recupricate. It can be their little secret ~

And that is preciesly what it is. What it must be. A secret. No one can know. It stays in the privacy of Bdubs' quarters. But they love each other. They're happy with their secret forbidden romance ~

Until things change, anyway. Bdubs is told that he has been betrothed to the prince of another kingdom. A man he's only met like, once, very briefly, years ago. Bdubs isn't happy. Mostly because he's in love with Etho but also just because he doesn't want to get married! Unfortunatly, though, there's not much he can do, and soon plans for him to meet his new fiance properly are made.

The new fiance is Doc, who doesn't particularly want to get married to some guy he barely knows either. Still, when he meets Bdubs he's polite and they chat. They get along fine, and are both able to admit to each other that getting married isn't exactly something they want to do. But their families are the ones in control here, so all they can do is make the most of it.

Etho, meanwhile, meets Ren, who is one of Doc's guards. And they talk idly between themselves whilst their respective princes meander through the gardens in conversation. Ren susses out Etho's affections for Bdubs pretty much straight away. Etho denies it, but as far as Ren is concerned it's very obvious.

With the engagement quickly becoming public knowledge and Bdubs' life suddenly becoming much busier, Etho pulls back from Bdubs a bit. He's still doing his work of course, but keeps outside interactions to a minimum. Bdubs is getting married. So that means that their romance needs to stop. At least, that's how Etho sees it. Bdubs notices, of course he does, and he hates the sadness in Etho's eyes, but he isn't sure how to address it.

The wedding is extravegant and beautiful. Bdubs looks stunning all dressed up. Etho wishes he was the one marrying Bdubs, but he knows it's not possible. Bdubs still doesn't really want to get married, he likes Doc just fine, they get along and have become friends, but there's no romance there, neither of them are interested in the other like that. He misses Etho. But he thinks he knows why Etho has pulled away, and he understands, he hates it, but he understands.

Bdubs and Doc basically spend their honeymoon hanging out as friends, but that suits them fine and they enjoy it. Ren and Etho are often close by. And one evening Ren admits that he knows it sucks, seeing the guy you like getting married to someone else. He's kinda in the same boat, he likes Doc a lot too, but you just kinda have to accept it. You know? Etho knows that Ren is right, but he wishes he wasn't.

It's only so long before Etho and Bdubs come together again. They both know it's stupid, reckless, could get them in so much trouble. But they love each other so much that they can't quite help themselves. It's their secret. But it won't stay secret. People will find out, it'll become the gossip of the palace staff and the royal family alike. Both Etho and Bdubs will be faced with accusations that they hate and that aren't even true. Doc doesn't know what he thinks of it all, but despite everything, when he learns the truth he stands by Bdubs' side throughout.

Everything does work out in the end, but there's some tricky times ahead before any of that can happen..

Oh, you wanted to know exactly how that all goes down? Sorry. I'm trying to limit myself to about 1000 words per au (because otherwise I will unintentionally write thousands and thousands of words) and it seems I've hit that limit here!

I'm a sucker for royalty aus, I don't know why. This one is very fun and another I would like to write some day. We'll have to wait and see though!

There's still a few more of these asks in my inbox, so I'll probably be typing up another one of these posts very soon. In the mean time, if you want to ask questions about my aus please do! Give me even more reason to talk about them pfft

But yeah, thank you for the excuse to ramble! I really want to draw some boys for this au now lol

[naoknowswhat]

I made a Clover sketch tonight, look at him I love him (and i also really like how it turned out wth)

and IT IS IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME TO EXPLAIN HOW MUCH I FUCKING LOVE THIS ITTY BITTY TINY MAN. i would NOT hesitate to die for him in a situation where such methods are needed.

Now before you continue I warn you the following is basically me rambling about how much I fucking love undertale yellow heheheh (Also a lot of spoilers ahead).

I have spent the whole day playing this stupid (fantastic, amazing, marvelous) game, I kid you not that I went from the end of the ruins to the fucking steamworks, which said out loud doesn't sound like a lot of time but uhhh for me it was if you consider that I've investigated EVERY FUCKING INCH OF THE MAP.

I'm not complaining, oh ho ho (merry Xmas) I'm not complaining because its been the most fun I've had playing a game in a WHILE, its made my life better and now im gonna spend the rest of the year (and probably more) obsessed over all the characters and their stories (mostly Clover and Martlet ngl).

But I gotta admit that even if I find the Ut yellow's characters a lot different than the ones from the original game, I can't help but love them the same. Look, I'm no expert on character design but I smile every time I see Martlet comment something or simply being on screen, I start laughing whenever I see a hint of Mo on any frame, heck you mention any of the characters and I immediately start smiling like an idiot, and the whole scene with North Star? The Feisty Five?? CEROBA?? I died, the moment I stepped on the town I fucking died.

I remember being really, REALLY into undertale when I was like 10-11 years old, and suddenly opening yt one day and watching my favourite YouTuber play the demo of this fan game, and i remember thinking "oh wow that game looks really cool!" Simply because of the concept of watching how it was like for any of the other souls to go through the underground, instead of Frisk. AND NOW, YEARS LATER I GET TO PLAY IT BY MYSELF, you don't know how special this game is for me.

For me it isn't only a fan game, or the story of another fallen human, for me it's getting an opportunity to enjoy the main thing that inspired me back the from zero, getting to learn about new characters, about new stories, and new perspectives. For me it's also getting an opportunity to meet them all, to be their "friend" and to live an adventure all by myself because back then i could only sit and watch everyone else do all the things i wanted to do, because back then i could only look at them all having fun, laughing with the good things and crying with the bad memories while separated through a screen.

Today I got to meet them all and to laugh with the unexpected dialogue, while learning that even in a fictional story not everything is painted in bright pink, I saw them get into trouble and also helped them overcome it, and it was amazing.

I also got to die and die and die again and again because I realised at the beginning of the game that I'm really bad at it (i cant blame the controller, I know it :( ), but it also made me promise myself that i would keep going no matter what, because i really wanted to see what's next. Heck you could say I kept going because of my determination ;).

I haven't finished the game yet, but I already know I'm gonna replay it over and over, I wanna catch every detail, investigate and discover every mystery, and i wanna make so many theories already, I CAN'T WAIT TO LOVE THIS GAME.

So for now have a not-so-quick sketch of Clover, the bearer of the yellow soul, the one who has quickly made way into my heart, and it seems the little shit is now living there rent free.

If you've read all the way to the end wth is wrong with you, and also thanks a lot for the attention, I was really excited to talk about this game to someone but didn't know how to do it, so I figured tumblr was the place pla to write for an hour, so the short-drawing post is now my review of the game hehehehe.

Anyway thanks for reading to the very end, I hope you have an amazing rest of the year, and most importantly a great begining of the new one <3.

[shoyastars]

A Star Celebration

Hiya!!!~ welcome to the nsfw fanfic for today because! ITS RAY’S BIRTHDAY!!!! April 30th is our best man’s birthday!

Old man turning 33 hehe! >:D

Anyways I got a bit inspired off of @argyre169

Wonderful fanfic… ✨☕️👀

AHEM! I hope you all enjoy this cup of tea oh! Be warned this is an Nsfw version not a sfw, and I might be a bit rusty I have written nsfw before, but back then I was all “hehehe totally do that and this!” Without really thinking what the character would cannonlly do, OH RIGHT! Be sure that Ray isn’t my character, they belong to ConcreteParasite! Who made an absolutely beautiful and amazing game. Go check it out if you’re 18 or older it’s intended for 18 and up, if you’re a minor, GET OUT OF HERE!! We ain’t getting the creator or the game in trouble today you got that?

This will be an oc x character sooo yeah.. >:)

✨But anyways, Happy Birthday Ray!✨

Let’s begin!

Mistin knew today was a special day, it was Ray’s birthday. That and it’s been everywhere on social media as of late. Unfortunately due to the NAHA knowing today’s a special day for ‘Binary Star’ Ray was called into work. However Mistin wouldn’t allow this chance to go to waste, they decided to make something special for him, he’s probably able to buy anything he wants due to his usual hero work, So Mistin got out some stuff and started sketching, painting and putting in final touches, when they were done they smiled at the work they’ve done. Mistin looked at the time, Ray still wasn’t home yet. That’s when they had the idea to try and make something, sure they’re cooking skills weren’t as good as his but they could try. They weren’t sure if it will work out in their favor, but they weren’t going to give up so easily, they’ve been in the villain world and got out barely with a scratch….. well… almost without a scratch… but hey what’s the worst that could happen?

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“Gah! Geez how many times am I gonna make things fall over today.” Mistin caught the baking powder before if fell, due to it being on the edge. Mistin didn’t think about how much of a hassle baking was for them, especially doing it right… Mistin wasn’t sure how long they were in they’re apartment’s kitchen for… (Ahem 6 hours) they tried to think of what Ray would like or try finding a recipe, heck even perfecting it… it was honestly hard for them not to feel nervous they might screw up horribly…. Even causing them to trip and knock things over… luckily they didn’t fall with anything in hand so far.

Mistin groaned in frustration as they weren’t sure if they were going to get it done at all correctly without messing up, they were confident in their skills but however when it comes down to something they can’t determine will go badly wrong or perfectly right. They never cared this much before so why now? Well…. It’s because Ray gave them the chance to love romantically again… not to mention how they were able to set boundaries, discover and experience some thing’s normal couples do at least…. But most importantly…. Actually feel loved and not used like…. They’re last relationship….

They shake they’re head to snap out of they’re thoughts and focus, if anything it won’t be perfect but it’s decent at least they hope. Soon Mistin would be so wrapped up in Theyre own little cooking mayhem that they wouldn’t hear the door open and close. It was Ray.

“Star, I’m back.” Ray stretched but didn’t get a response. They we’re starting to worry a bit, until they heard Mistin mumbling out curses in the kitchen, they walked out to see Mistin getting annoyed at another failed attempt to make something, Ray noticed the recipe, and realized that Mistin choose a difficult recipe that is not very easy to make, causing him to smile a bit at them and try not to laugh at how angry they’re getting over a single recipe. “GAH! Fuck sake! What does it take to make a recipe actually go right!? Ugh!”

Mistin put Theyre hands to they’re face and turned away to breath, moving they’re hair out of they’re face, only see Ray in hero uniform, trying not to laugh at them. “Oh… um… hi…” Mistin didn’t know weather to be embarrassed or ashamed over getting frustrated over a recipe going wrong. “Hi, struggling with something?” He says crossing his arms and leaning to the side. Mistin felt their face go a bit pink from pure embarrassment. “W-Well I was just trying to make something so….”

“A difficult recipe?”

“What?”

“The recipe is difficult to make, yeah it will take trial and error but I’m sure you’ll get it in at least…. A couple of days if you’re dedicated to making it?” Mistin sighed and admitted defeat, setting themself on the kitchen floor, then Ray joined with them setting themself down beside them. “I’m sorry…” Ray gave a concerned look, he gently started rubbing their back to comfort them. “Sorry? For what?”

“Doing this… all by myself… possibly making you worry…. this day was supposed to be about you and…. I can’t even realize a stupid recipe is going to be too difficult for me to make…. You even had to go into work on you’re birthday…. I just want… to make sure today was going to you special…. like you did when it was my birthday….. I suck at this…”

Ray didn’t realize that they were willing to do that for him, but that’s how love goes am I right? (Ahem! Anyways) Ray got up and just threw out the failed attempts causing Mistin to look up at him. “Ray what are you doing?” Ray only smiled and lend a hand to lift them up. “Well I was hoping you weren’t going to continue with this recipe and do another one that’s more simple together.” Mistin was hesitant but nodded. Ray smiled and place a kiss on their cheek, causing Mistin to laugh a bit push his face away. “Hey I was only giving you a kiss.”

“Well you gotta kiss me without that mask of yours mr. ‘Binary Star’ haha!” With that Ray looked at Mistin with so much love in his eyes, taking his mask off, right now he knew Mistin truly only wanted to celebrate his birthday… not as Binary Star, but as Ray. He loved that about them. “There you are… Happy Birthday Ray..” with that Mistin and Ray shared a passionate kiss. Ray didn’t wanna pull away but however Mistin pulled away with Ray only leaning in for more only to snap back to reality. “I think you should hop in the shower. I’ll clean up this mess.”

“Why not join me then?” Ray smirked as Mistin was tempted, they did say the next time he’d invite that they’d take up the offer. That’s when Mistin sighed and smiled. Turning to him. “Sure, I did promise that I’d take you up upon you’re offer the next time, and it seems like a good day to finally accept.” Mistin would take his hand and lead him into the bathroom, Ray already a bit excited yet couldn’t help but feel a bit surprised they actually accepted this time. “What about the mess?” Mistin smiled as they started taking off their clothes, not caring if he’s looking or not anymore. “I’ll clean it up later, for now I believe ‘we’ should both get cleaned up.~” They then turned on the shower, Ray sighs as he shakes and then chuckles a bit. He finally decided to take off his hero uniform, Mistin was the first to step in waiting for him, soon Ray followed afterwards. The nice water hitting their skin as they were in there.

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Ok! This is where the spice begins! ✨☕️👀✨

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Soon Ray would have Mistin against the shower wall as he kissed them passionately, he was so glad that they accepted the invitation now. Mistin’s arms around his neck, soon their hands were in his now wet hair as his kiss trailed down to their neck, Mistin couldn’t help but let out quiet moans of pleasure, only fueling Ray further to continue on. Soon his hand traveled down to touch every part of Mistin’s body. “You are so… fucking perfect…” a husky whisperer into Mistin’s ear as Ray’s hand goes between their legs. “If you want me to stop, stay it and I’ll stop. If not… I’ll make sure you’re going to feel real good.” Mistin nodded eager, they soon moaned as Ray’s fingers were pumped into and out, causing Mistin to let out shaky moans of pleasure as Ray smiled at how much they were enjoying this. The water making it even easier for him to move his fingers around.

“Ray..-“ before they could speak further he kissed them, definitely adding tongue. He pulled his fingers out, Mistin was confused but understood quickly what his intentions were next. Mistin was uncertain because they never had sex with a guy before, if anything it was entirely new.. but they weren’t exactly a virgin in the slightest. Ray noticed the uncertainty and gently held they’re face, looking into they’re eyes. “If you don’t want to continue that’s completely fine, don’t feel forced to do what I want because it’s my birthday.” With that they knew Ray read their mind without consent but in this case they didn’t care at this point. They didn’t wanna run away or be scared to do things anymore, they’re going to go through with it. “I want to, Ray please…” with that Ray kissed them, soon Mistin felt both pain and pleasure, Ray whispering reassurances and even holding they’re hand fingers linked together, soon he started to move, Ray never letting go of they’re hand as his other hand gripped their side. Mistin biting their lip for a bit and then going back to moaning with pleasure, feeling every inch of him inside them feeling good with every thrust he made. Ray couldn’t take his eyes off them, he wanted to see every bit of them of every moment. He knew he wanted them from the very start, but not in a way he only wanted they’re body, but having them, they’re trust, they’re love. He couldn’t ask for a more better gift than that. He then shared a kiss with them he doesn’t get enough of them, if anything he loves them more than anything, if he were to choose the city or them, he’d pick them. Mistin couldn’t have asked for a better partner for this moment, feeling so much love from Ray it feels like they were to explode in any given time. They weren’t used to such affection for not being given any in a long, long time… they wanted to get the know the true Ray and now after all this time they still wanted to know more. They’re so glad they didn’t give up on him, though some people say two broken people are only bound to tear what’s left apart, they gave it a shot with Ray and yet here they are, loving each other. Mistin grips some of Ray’s hair, even wrapping his arms around him again. Moaning his name heck even more, saying they love them. To them this was more than just simple sex in the shower, to them it was like giving a piece of themselves to him and trust him wholeheartedly. Soon Ray while kissing them, pulls away and leans in hear they’re ear. “Mistin, I love you..” he says as Mistin knows they’re both nearly finished. “I love you to, oh god Ray!” Wrapping they’re arms around him tightly as he sped the pace up a bit, and then finally stop.

They stayed there for a bit soon Mistin finally looking at Ray out of breath and soon smiling at him, Ray didn’t need to read they’re mind to know how much they loved him. Sharing a passionate kiss afterwards.

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End of the spice. ✨🤭✨

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Once out of the shower Ray as expected brought over clothes. Mistin grew used to it, Ray only smiled at them as they were changing into some comfortable clothes, the day is nearly over. Mistin cleaned up the kitchen with Ray, soon he’d find a recipe that was more easy to understand and simple. Of course… why didn’t they think of that? Soon as they were making something he noticed Mistin’s sleeves were fully up, they didn’t usually have them all the way up because they showed the scars of when they used they’re ability as a villain. “What wrong?” Mistin asked a bit concerned. Ray looks at their arm, the cuts were big. They did explain how their ability worked, the deeper the cut the bigger the effect, the longer the cut the longer it lasted. “I thought you were uncomfortable showing you’re scars.” Mistin smiled and just moved some hair out of their face. Ray then knew right there he’d reached a point where Mistin isn’t ashamed to show they’re scars around him. Without warning Ray goes up behind them taking their hand and then kissing the scars on Mistin’s arm, making Mistin’s face a bit pink. “Hey! Don’t make me cover them up again old man!” Ray only laughs as he got used to them calling him old man long ago. Soon after awhile they ended up finishing the recipe also cleaning up a bit. Then Mistin decided to make something extra, ending up getting frosting on their face. Ray chuckled as he wipes a bit of it away with his thumb. At this point Mistin had already put their sleeves back down since what they made was practically done and they’re arms were getting marks from their own sleeves which was uncomfortable. “Ray wha- haha!”

“Gee Star getting messy again on my birthday?”

“Hey! Of course I’m gonna make a bit of a mess when cooking. Haha!” With that Mistin stuck out their tongue and Ray only smiles, he was having a good time. Soon afterwards they ate the food. “Oh shit! Right almost forgot.” Mistin gone over to their bedside table and grab the thing they made. Mistin gave it to them. Ray looked at it and saw two silhouettes in a starry sky holding each other. “I decided to describe how felt around you, in a form of I guess artwork… I don’t usually do it but… Ray… you make me happy. Even if the world we know is fucked up… at least we found each other… right?” Ray didn’t know what to say, but he place it to the side and kiss them. When he pulled away he held them close. “I’m glad I saw you that night.. I’m very lucky you know that?” Mistin leaned into him. “I’m lucky to have finally met you in the café.”

With that Ray spent the night, they were called in the next day, but Mistin knew he’d be back, after all. They were both caught in a pre ordained dance….

They met.

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They collided….

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They orbit around each other.

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Thank you for reading this.

✨Happy Birthday Ray!✨

✨Hopefully I did good at writing this, it’s been long while since I’ve written actual Nsfw Ehehe… as alway! Comments are open if there are any criticisms you’d like to give. I’ll be sure to keep it in mind for the future! Bye bye!✨

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now trouble's at the line

Louie and his brothers take their kayak out for a little adventure. It doesn't go very well.

Alternatively, the secret origins of Captain Lost.

(AO3 link in reblogs!!!) Requested by @violetganache42. Feel free to submit a prompt of your own.

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The boat sways on the water, gently rocking the boys as they sail along. Or… drift along? Row along? Louie’s never sure what the right boat words are, no matter how many times Uncle Donald’s told them. Huey knows, ‘cause there’s probably like ten different entries in his nerd book about boats, and Dewey probably does, ‘cause he’s a way better listener than Louie. He pays attention and fills Louie in later, most times, while Louie takes naps or plays games on his phone or dreams up his newest scheme under the table.

It doesn’t really matter, anyway. They’re out of the houseboat today, and Huey’s babbling away about some fish he saw and Dewey’s excitedly rowing thru the water, steering them further and further from shore. Uncle Donald said not to go too far, but he’s not here now, and Louie’s holding the map.

They might even find treasure this time.

Louie reclines against the back of the boat, cozy under their umbrella. There’s just enough space for him to chill, glancing lazily at the map every so often. It’s one of Huey’s nerd projects, a careful sketch of the shore and the docks, all places they’ve explored so far. All the boring, familiar, safe places they’ve been. Not much of an adventure, really.

They go out all the time anyway. Louie doesn’t know why—what kind of adventure is it, rowing along the same stretch of water dozens of times?—but he comes along. He’s supporting his brothers, in his own kind of way, and besides, it’s a great spot for a nap. No nagging Uncle Donald telling him he’s messing up his sleep rhythm or whatever, and just enough warmth from the sun overhead to be cozy, but not uncomfortable.

He looks at the map again, matching the rough stretch of shore they’re rowing past to Huey’s doodles. “There’s the uh… Puddle Beach? Peddle Beach? You gotta write bigger, Hue.”

“It’s Pebble Beach,” Huey corrects, gesturing to the stones on the sand as they pass. “I don’t think it really has a name, so I gave it one. Because of all the rocks!”

“Sure, yeah,” Louie stifles a yawn. “Turn left past here, Dewey. We’re almost to the Money Bin.”

“Ooh, the Bin!” Dewey perks up, rowing faster. “Maybe we can stop for lunch when we get there?”

“It is almost noon,” Huey approves. He looks up at the bright, yet cloudy sky, studying it for a moment. “But we should head back afterward. It looks like it’s going to rain!”

“Aw, c’mon,” Louie groans. “We just barely left! Besides, we’re nearly to the end of your map.”

“All the more reason to turn back! Junior Woodchuck rule 727—”

“Louie rule 727: if we go out on an adventure, we should actually do some adventuring. Don’t you wanna add more to this thing? I’m sure there’s a badge for something like that.”

“Well… I suppose we could keep going for a little while,” he decides. “But only another hour, and if we hear thunder, we’ll have to head to shore and call Uncle Donald.”

Louie begins to grumble, but Dewey cheers a little louder. “Yes! Let’s go exploring!”

They reach the Money Bin not too long later. Huey lays out a blanket, and Dewey unpacks their sandwiches and drinks. Louie stretches and yawns before plopping down on the blanket, smoothing out some wrinkles. There, he helped. Huey likes it when the blanket’s smooth and even.

Dewey hands him a sandwich, and he unwraps the plastic with one hand, not even bothering to sit up. Peanut butter again? It’s nice of Uncle Donald to pack them a lunch and all, but Louie wishes there’d be some variety sometime. It’s always the same sea they sail and the same sandwiches at lunch.

“Someday, I’m gonna make the biggest, fanciest sandwiches for lunch,” he muses, gesturing across the bay to the huge building on the sea. “I’m gonna have a big bin like that, full of treasure, and I’m gonna be the richest duck in the world.”

“Yeah?” Dewey prompts, looking up at the Bin. “What kind of sandwich?”

“Hmm… something fancy, like salted ham and pickles. And I’d get one of those little press things, so I could make it toasty.”

“I bet Scrooge McDuck eats like that every day,” Dewey’s voice is full of wonder. “And I bet he’s taken a boat through the coolest places. Like the Amazon! Or the moon!”

“I don’t think Scrooge McDuck has been to the moon. We would’ve heard about it on the news,” Huey scoffs. But when Louie looks over to him, his eyes are looking up too, with the same curious wonder. “But I bet he’s been on a lot of cool adventures.”

“We should go on an adventure,” Dewey declares. “A real one! We can take the boat all the way to the edge of Duckburg, and Uncle Donald doesn’t even have to know. We could map it all and explore somewhere new and maybe even find something nobody’s ever found before!”

“That does sound fun,” Huey agrees. “I might even get my own entry into the JWG!”

“We might even find a treasure and get stupid rich too!” Louie’s eyes are focused fully on the dollar signs in the windows. He’d never eat peanut butter again.

“Let’s go!” Dewey yells. “To adventure!”

He’s halfway back to the boat before Louie even realizes he’s hopped up, and he scrambles with Huey to pick up their stuff. They hurry back to the boat together, and set off in the water. Louie directs them toward the edge of their map, and Huey pulls out a telescope to scout ahead. Or… magnifier? Spy glass? Whatever it is, it makes him look like a pirate. And Dewey’s enthusiastically steering them ahead now, barely bothering with directions.

Seems like the perfect time for a nap, Louie reasons. They’re swaying gently on the water, and it’s nice and warm. It doesn’t feel like rain at all! He’ll just close his eyes for a few minutes, and his… his brothers will wake him wh… when they need the map….

“Louie!” Huey yells, and Louie shoots straight up. “Huh?”

“You fell asleep? I can’t believe you,” he scolds. “Do you even know where we are?”

“In the boat, duh,” Louie retorts. Dewey snatches the map from his hand, frowning at it, and Louie looks around. There’s an unfamiliar bridge ahead, with spooky, tall skyscrapers beyond, and the sky looks a lot gloomier and darker now. Maybe Huey was right, not that he’d admit it out loud.

“Please don’t tell me we’re lost,” Dewey’s face goes pale, like he’s just seen a ghost, or maybe like Uncle Donald’s just caught them in the middle of making trouble. “I don’t—I don’t recognize any of this stuff.”

“Uh oh,” Louie mumbles, looking all around them. He doesn’t recognize any of this either. Huey shakes his head, mumbling too, and Louie quickly realizes he’s starting to panic. “What is it?”

“My phone’s not getting service. I was gonna call Uncle Donald, but—”

“Mine was dead a while ago,” Louie mutters. “I wrote out a new scheme before lunch and drained it.”

“I left mine on the houseboat. I thought if we were going on a real adventure I wouldn’t need it.” Dewey looks like he’s about to panic too, looking around at the unfamiliar city. “Um… what do we do now?”

Huey takes a deep breath. “I’m the oldest, I can figure this out. Next time, we’ll bring more supplies. And for now, hm… let’s get to shore, and try to find a payphone, or ask someone if we can borrow their phone. We can call—”

A huge clap of thunder rocks the boat, and the boys all yell, reaching to hold onto each other. And almost immediately, rain begins to drizzle down, quickly drenching them. And they’re nowhere near the safety of the shore.

“Thanks, Captain Lost,” Dewey grumbles, reaching for the umbrella. “Some adventure.”

Huey laughs, scooting closer. “Captain Lost! Captain Lost!”

“Hey!” Louie squishes himself between his brothers, already freezing. “At least call me Captain Lost, sir. Have some respect.”

“Hmm… nah,” Dewey giggles, and they row the boat toward the shore. “Captain Lost! Captain Lost!”

By the time they’ve tied the kayak up, the rain has turned from a drizzle to a downpour. Louie’s hoodie is soaked all the through, and his brothers both look as cold as he feels. They’re all miserable, and he regrets even getting out of bed this morning.

Huey leads them down the first street they find, looking for a payphone, but none of them want to go too far from their kayak. And though it’s barely dinnertime now, there seems to be no one around. It’s almost like a haunted house, but everywhere. A haunted city.

“I wanna go home,” he mutters, kicking a rock into the gutter. “I’m wet and cold and hungry.”

“Me too,” Dewey agrees. “All these shadows are giving me the creeps, too.”

“I know. But I’m sure we’ll find a phone soon,” Huey reassures them, reaching to hug them both. “We just need to give Uncle Donald a call, and we’ll be home before bedtime. We didn’t go that far.”

“If we can find a phone,” Louie grumbles. If they can’t, they’ll be stranded, and it’ll be all his fault. Some brother he is! He’s—

“Did you say you needed a phone? You, uh, you can borrow mine if you want!”

The boys turn, in unison, to a figure on a doorstep they’re walking past. A young man, wearing a purple plaid button-up with sunglasses tucked into the collar. He’s holding a paper bag of groceries in one arm, clearly just gotten home, but he tosses his keys into the bag and fishes a cell phone out of his pocket. Then, he holds it out to Huey without a word.

“Thank you!” Huey takes it, and quickly dials Uncle Donald’s number. “We got stranded, we just need to call our uncle to come pick us up.”

“That’s okay,” he tells them. “Here, let me—let me put these inside while you do that.”

He drops his keys as Uncle Donald picks up, then hurries to unlock his door. Louie wonders why he’s so nervous—usually, kids are the ones scared of strangers—but keeps an eye on him as he unlocks his door. He sticks the bag on a table just inside, then grabs an umbrella leaning up against it. As Huey explains how they’ve ended up here, he pops the umbrella open and offers it to Louie.

“You can borrow this too, if—if you want. I’d invite you inside, but they always taught us not to go into strangers’ houses in the Junior Woodchucks.”

“Hey, he’s a Woodchuck too!” Dewey chirps, taking the umbrella and leaving Huey and Louie to share theirs. Huey nods, and Dewey continues, “Uncle Donald would have a fit anyway. He’s kinda… paranoid like that.”

The stranger laughs, his bright yellow beak turning up in a smile. “Yeah, adults can be like that sometimes. I can talk to him too, if you want?”

“We’re fine, I promise,” Huey says through the phone, then looks up at their newfound friend. “Hey, he says he can talk to you, if you want.”

There’s a pause, then Huey holds out the phone. The stranger takes it, quickly greeting Uncle Donald. “Hello? Oh, it’s you! I thought these boys looked familiar.”

The boys exchange a look. Louie’s suspicions ease a little, because Uncle Donald doesn’t have many friends, so if he knows this guy, it’s probably okay to stand here with him. He doesn’t seem mad, either, which is always a good sign. Uncle Donald’s lost more jobs than he’s kept and the boys get into trouble everywhere they go, so it’s… not often that they meet someone friendly who knows them.

Besides, Uncle Donald’s told them a dozen times to stay where they are if they ever get lost. Louie figures this will turn out okay.

“It’s okay, really! Kids will be kids.” The stranger is still smiling, but looking down the street now. “We can meet up at the Hamburger Hippo just off the bridge, and I’ll—I’ll buy their dinner tonight, if that’s okay with you!”

“Ooh, Hamburger Hippo!” Dewey says excitedly, and the stranger winks at him. He gestures down the street to a neon hippo sign, nodding as Uncle Donald tells him something.

“Hey, it’ll be my treat.” They start walking, and Dewey holds the second umbrella to cover himself and their newfound friend. “Don’t worry about it. We can just call it—we can call it free babysitting, okay? Take your time.”

“Wow, this guy’s kinda cool,” Louie whispers to Huey. “I can’t believe they know each other.”

“Yeah,” Huey grins. “Uncle Donald doesn’t know anybody that’s cool.”

It’s not a long walk to the Hamburger Hippo, and by the time they get there, the rain eases up. The boys sit together on one side of a booth, and their new friend takes the other. He buys them whatever they want for dinner and even—after making them promise to keep it a secret—ice cream afterward, while they wait for Uncle Donald.

He tells them how they met in school, how Donald used to play guitar and sing terribly but he still went to every show. How he used to talk about music the way Huey talks about woodchuck stuff and how he always had something witty to say the way Louie does. He tells them how they took acting and singing lessons together, and how he’s become an actor and Donald was once in a band. He tells them stories and makes them laugh for what feels like hours, and they soon forget being worried about their adventure-gone-awry.

By the time Uncle Donald arrives, they’re all in a better mood, and they hurry out to give him hugs and pile in the car giggling as if they’ve just spent a day at Funzo’s. Louie watches Uncle Donald thank their newfound friend, and though he can’t hear what they’ve said, he can see the gratefulness from his seat in the car. Donald’s hands shake and he wipes at his eyes as if trying to keep from crying, but the young man just reaches for his hands to hold them steady, nodding and saying something clearly helpful. And If Louie notices the way Uncle Donald hugs him goodbye, tight and close as if they’ll never speak again, he doesn’t say anything. He knows some things are best left unsaid.

Besides, as Uncle Donald climbs back in the car, Huey and Dewey start chanting “Captain Lost, Captain Lost!” again, and Louie has more important things to focus on.

[total-drama-takes-takes-2]

tti episode 16

“Last time, on Total Takes Island: The contestants competed in a treasure-themed scavenger hunt- in the middle of a blizzard! Ass kept up their winning streak by accidentally tricking Kelly, turning most of the remaining campers against them when they tried to win Max over by kissing him. Michael was totally not jealous, but formed a brief alliance with the other girls and such to vote for Kelly, including a reluctant Julia. Patrick won immunity, despite his… um, shortcomings. Will anyone be safe from Chef’s wrath today? Will Courtney and Bonnie finally team up to kill Ass? Find out now on Total! Takes! Island!”

McLovin listens intently as Staci talks to themselves, pacing around the picnic table the two are situated at. Every few minutes, she takes a seat and tries to regain her composure when she gets too dizzy. 

McLovin’s attention is divided between Staci and the bird’s nest sitting on the intercom speakers a few feet away. Half of the paper he’s scribbling on is devoted to a Kelly portrait for Staci, and the other half is a sketch of the birds. 

“So, if I go for Ass next, I’ll like, be totally eliminated. They’ll catch on! But who can I get that’ll weaken Ass’ advantage?’ Staci asks, scratching their chin as they walk in circles around the table. 

“Um… you should start an alliance with Courtney,” McLovin offers, using a blue crayon to color in the belly of the songbird drawing. “They hate Ass.”

“I already tried, they said they're really sorry but they’re doing things on their own now,” she sighs. “Bonnie said the same thing, but told me if I got enough support against Ass they’d vote with me. But it’s not enough!”

“What about… Patrick? He could be a good ally,” 

Staci sighs. “I’m not really looking for allies so much as I am hoping Ass doesn’t win immunity today,”

“That could be pretty easy. But you should find out who’s on Ass’ side first,” he says merrily, using an orange crayon to fill in Kelly’s hair (he lost the yellow). 

They pause and think for a moment. “You know, that’s not such a bad idea,”

“Campers!” Chris’ voice blares over the intercoms, frightening the birds away from the nest just as McLovin was about to finish the drawing. “Get your sorry butts in gear and grab some breakfast before today’s challenge. You have twenty minutes!”

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Julia watches as Chef fills her tray with a mysterious bean-like brown slop and sends her on her way. She surveys the remaining tables- Courtney and Bonnie are sitting at opposite ends of the former Fujoshis, Staci and McLovin chatting idly between them. Michael is sitting in her usual seat, Scary under the table, Ass on the opposite side of Michael. Max is sitting by the garbage bin on the floor in the corner of the room, likely still embarrassed from yesterday. 

Julia takes a seat next to Ass, diagonal from Michael. “Good morning, girlies!”

Michael rolls her eyes, standing and leaving as soon as Julia sits down (much to her annoyance). Ass clicks their tongue. “Trouble in paradise much?”

“She’s just mad about the Scruffy thing. Total hypocrisy,” Julia says, glaring as Michael scrapes off her plate into the garbage. “Like she wasn’t all over Max.”

“Whatever. Doesn’t really matter now that you have me. Let’s talk strategy for today,” Ass smiles. “Now, I’m not sure what the challenge is gonna be, but I say we go for Staci next. I don’t like the way they’ve been looking lately- total sleeper agent.”

“I have no idea what that means,”

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JULIA: “Is it weird that I miss Scruffy’s input on everything? I mean, yes, we had the upper hand because they knew all the challenges, but Ass really isn’t that funny or clever and it’s starting to get hard to follow.”

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Max watches Michael curiously, but doesn’t bother to mention the odd display at the table he just witnessed. 

“Hey, Michela,” he says, causing Michael to jump a little. 

“Jesus, where did you come from?!”

Max stares, slightly annoyed. “I’ve been here the entire time. I wanted to ask you something,” 

“Um… is it going to be degrading to answer?”

“Likely. Courtney and Bonnie said you were… pretty mad about yesterday. Kelly,”

Michael goes quiet for a moment. “I was just like, disgusted. Um, you know? Don’t believe everything you hear on this island!” 

Before Max can answer, Patrick comes through, shoving Michael backwards. She falls onto her butt and glares at him. “That guy really likes pushing. Jerk,” 

She stands and walks away just as Chris’ voice returns, though this time through a megaphone outside. 

 “Alright, campers! Your next challenge starts in five, and you’re gonna wanna be ready for it- so get your asses out here, pronto!”

Ass rolls their eyes, standing and grabbing Julia’s wrist to drag her out of the mess hall alongside them. Both Courtney and Bonnie watch the interaction nervously. 

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BONNIE: “Ass by themselves is bad enough- it’s still a mystery to me how Courtney and I are still here. But Ass and Julia? Yeah, bad news,”

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“Today’s challenge is a classic game of hide-and-seek. I’m giving you each ten minutes to hide before Chef Hatchet hunts- I mean, finds you,” Chris chuckles. The campers look at each other nervously. “The lifeguard chair is the home base. When he finds you, you can run out here for sanctuary. Be warned, he’s armed.”

Chef walks out, holding a water gun. 

“Is that supposed to be scary?” Ass scoffs. 

Chef cocks the gun and aims it at them, pulling the trigger just in time for them to duck as it hits Patrick behind them, sending him through the wall of the mess hall. Everyone stares in terror as Patrick walks back outside, dazed with his teeth grit. “This is a Valentino suit!”

Chef rolls his eyes. 

“You got bigger things to worry about, dude,” Bonnie says, crossing their arms over their chest as he stands next to them. He rolls his eyes. 

“You have three ways of winning this: Don’t get found- unlikely- run to home base before getting shot- basically impossible- or tag another player after you’ve been caught. Your ten minutes start now!”

Each camper looks at each other and runs while Chef stands with his back to the island and counts. Courtney, Max, Bonnie, and Patrick run towards the main parts of camp. Julia, McLovin, and Staci run into the woods. Scary jumps into the nearby water with a loud splash. Ass grips Julia’s wrist again and drags her towards the cabins. Michael stands, arms crossed while looking around. 

“Um… nine minutes, dude,” Chris says. 

“I’m thinking,”

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MICHAEL: “Joner had a phase where he got really into competitive hide-and-seek. He even reached the national championships. He practiced with me until I got locked inside a washing machine and almost died of suffocation- never got found, though!”

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Courtney shifts around the kitchen, opening the fridge and various cupboards to find somewhere they can fit. They open one near the end and see Max crouched inside. 

“Hey!” he whisper-shouts. “Back off!”

“Oops,” Courtney says, just before hearing a click from the doorway. They turn just in time to see Chef cocking the water gun with a wicked smile. He aims and fires, though Courtney somersaults away just before the blast of water hits her- dousing Max instead. 

“Oh, come on!”

"Sorry!" Courtney jumps out an open window and scrambles to their feet, running into the woods behind the cabins as Chef pulls Max out of the cupboard like he weighs nothing. 

“Listen, I don’t mean to be rude,” Ass shouts from outside. “But can’t you walk any faster?”

"I'm walking!" Julia shouts back.

Chef gives a wicked grin and drags Max outside with him, approaching the bickering duo without them even noticing. Ass manages to catch some movement out of the corner of their eye and drops Julia’s wrist, abandoning her while running into the woods. “See! This is how you’re supposed to do it!” They shout as they sprint away. 

Julia watches them go and then swallows a lump in their throat before screaming and running in the opposite direction, followed in close pursuit by Chef and Max. 

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Bonnie stands on one of the confessional toilets, locking the stall door and crouching to stay small and quiet. They hold their breath as the door opens, and a set of slow, methodical footsteps follow. 

The footsteps stop right outside the stall they’re hidden in, and they begin shaking as someone tries the door. 

“Relax, it’s not Chef,” Patrick’s voice rings out. “Bad hiding spot, huh?”

“I was betting more on the running part than the hiding part,” they whisper. 

Patrick chuckles and steps into the stall next to them, locking it and standing on the toilet as well. “Well, you stole my idea anyway, so it's not so terrible,”

“Your first idea was the women’s restrooms?”

A brief pause. “This is the women’s? I’ve been using it all week,”

The door flies open and both immediately fall silent. Both doors are immediately kicked open and Chef stands outside, laughing evilly. Bonnie ducks and rolls, avoiding the spray while Patrick gets blasted backwards again. 

He sighs, stepping out of the stall and wringing out his blazer. Max- standing behind Chef- rolls his eyes. 

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Ass walks through the woods, scanning the space around the trails for a suitable hiding place. 

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ASS: “It’s so hard to hide out there! I mean, it’s all just rocks and dirt and stuff! Granted, I don’t really get out much, but still!”

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They step into a warm clearing and see a large dead tree with a hollow center- perfect. They grin and step up to it, attempting to climb in before a hand shoves them away. 

“What the hell!” they shout. 

Courtney’s head pops out of the trunk and they put a finger over their lips. “Find your own spot!”

Ass rolls their eyes for the millionth time so far this summer. “Oh, don’t be a tightwad, there’s plenty of room inside for both of us!”

“I was here first!”

“Jeez, I liked you a lot better when you were more of a pushover,” Ass says. “Just did what anyone suggested without thinking twice, huh? No wonder Mal got you to come here with a stupid post.”

Courtney grits their teeth. “You weren’t there,”

“But I saw it. Off the island, you know? Mal showed everyone,”

Courtney steps out of the tree to shove Ass backwards. They land on the grass with a thud and look up at Courtney with a glare. 

“How’s that for a pushover?!” Courtney shouts. 

Ass stands, growling, and they shove Courtney back. The two begin fighting, mostly throwing punches that never land and scratching each other while pulling the other’s hair. 

The two momentarily pause as they both hear a scream, and then turn to see McLovin running on the main trail, Patrick in close pursuit. The two disappear for a second before the sound of a stream of water is heard and McLovin shrieks. 

Courtney and Ass look at each other and let each other go before running in opposite directions. 

---

Julia steps through the woods, her legs already covered in scratches and thistles from the plants as she walks off-trail. The sun is beating down, causing her to sweat and turning her cheeks a slight rosy-red, sure to be a sunburn later. 

“The one day I run out of sunscreen…” she murmurs as she approaches a large rock formation. 

She sighs, sitting on a nearby boulder and resting for a moment as the birds chirp and squirrels chitter. An eight-legged toad hops by and Julia takes a break from her break to record the sighting on a tiny, flimsy stack of sticky notes. 

The sound of a mechanical whirring catches her attention and she immediately dives behind the boulder, looking around nervously. 

Instead of Chef, though, something even stranger appears- a side of the rock formation slides into the earth, revealing a dark tunnel inside, and Scary steps out. Julia squints, and then her eyes widen in shock. 

The large, rock-like door slides back up and Scary skips off into the forest. As she watches, Julia feels a hand on her shoulder and screams. 

“Oh, relax. Don’t raise your blood pressure on my account,” Ass says. “Sorry about dumping you back there- panic mode, you know?”

“Yeah, I get it,” she sighs, standing alongside them as they walk into the woods. 

“Is that where you were hiding? Behind a boulder?”

“No, I was just resting,”

Ass sighs. “Shoot. I was hoping you’d found a good spot,”

“Hehehe,” 

Julia blinks. “What’s funny?”

“Um… I didn’t say anything,”

The two turn as a large shadow is casted over them, and Chef cocks the water gun once more. They both scream and run in opposite directions again. 

---

Courtney sighs, finding a third hiding place in a small cave somewhere near the base of the big cliff. The opening is just big enough for a person to climb into, but the inside is wide and cavernous, if a little dark. 

They blindly walk through the interior as the drips of condensation from the stalactites overhead echo along with their footsteps. 

As they walk through the dark, they bump into something warm. 

“Hey!” Bonnie says. “Who’s there?”

“Just me,” Courtney responds. “Bonnie?”

“Yeah?”

“Oh, good,”

A silence falls over the two as they look around the darkness awkwardly, though there’s really nothing to see. 

“So… um, I wanted to tell you something,” Courtney says. 

“Shoot,”

“I wanted to apologize for kinda icing you out like that. I was just… so tired of being everyone’s doormat, I thought the only way to win was to isolate myself,”

Bonnie sighs and shakes their head in the dark. “I feel the same. After Caesar left, I mean… I was barely able to function. I couldn’t handle getting close to someone and having them taken away again,”

“I understand- that’s how I felt about McLovin. He was the only person who treated me like a human instead of an accessory, I guess it kinda got to me,” Courtney sighs. “I don’t really have a ton of friends back home.”

“Yeah, me neither,” Bonnie says. “So... Friends?”

Courtney smiles through the darkness. “Friends,”

The two hug for a moment before an artificial light shines on them. 

“Beautiful,” Chef’s voice rings out. Bonnie and Courtney stare as he wipes away a tear before both are doused in water. 

---

CHEF: “Yeah, I was there the whole time. I didn’t want to interrupt!”

---

The two follow Chef outside, hand-in-hand while Max, McLovin, and Patrick stand beside the two. 

“Who’s left?” Patrick asks. 

“A lot of people,” McLovin sighs. “Split up?”

Chef rolls his eyes and shrugs. The captured competitors walk off, Bonnie and Courtney still together while the boys go on their own. 

McLovin steps through the brush, eventually making his way back to camp. He walks around the cabins first, looking under beds and the porches before walking over to the confessional. He opens the door and sees Staci inside. She looks nervous, holding a finger to her lips. 

McLovin smiles compassionately. “Don’t worry, I won’t rat you out!” 

“But I will,” Patrick beams, stepping out of nowhere. “Oh, Chefy!”

Chef runs over and blasts Staci before she can even move. Patrick chuckles as they step out of the confessional, though his smile drops when they grab him by the tie and pull him down to their height. 

McLovin and Chef wince as she beats the shit out of him while he squeals and screams. 

---

Julia tails Scary as they scamper through the foliage. They’re insanely fast, forcing Julia to run after them, her sticky note collection in hand. 

Scary leaps over a log and skitters into camp, which Julia trips and falls into, right onto Scary. Chef’s shadow looms over them and he chuckles as he blasts them both with freezing cold water. 

---

Ass’ head ducks away from watching Julia and Scary get shot as they roll out of the woods, and they tiptoe away from the mess hall, looking for a final hiding place as time runs out. If their calculations are correct (and they usually are), there’s somewhere around three minutes left- perfectly enough time to win themselves invincibility. 

“Not so fast,” Chef’s voice chuckles from behind them. 

Ass whips around and sees him standing directly behind them, water gun aimed. They gasp and run for the docks in a zig-zag pattern, avoiding the blasts of water until they trip and slide down the docks, managing to grab a leg of the lifeguard chair just in time. 

Courtney boos, earning them a glare as they pull themselves up again. “I guess I have immunity, huh?”

“Patrick, too!” Julia shouts, informing her ally. “But everyone else is here.”

Chef nods as Chris’ voice blasts over the intercom. “And that’s our time! Congratulations to Patrick, Ass, and Michael for winning immunity!”

The caught campers turn to each other, and Chef’s eyes narrow. “Michael,”

The boat of losers- docked nearby- bobs in the water as Michael steps out of it and right onto the docks. “Is it over?”

---

MICHAEL: “I really didn't think about it much. I just asked myself, “where's somewhere no one would think to look?””

---

A few campers cheer as she walks over, though Ass glares. 

---

Michael sits outside the mess hall as the sun sets over the lake, admiring the sky. She’s not particularly hungry, and doesn’t want to deal with everyone inside, thus she feels a sinking sensation in her stomach when she hears the door open and someone step next her. 

Julia plops down, looking her over. “Good game today, huh?”

“Cut the crap,”

“Alright, have it your way,” she rolls her eyes. “Last elimination, you said you’d vote with me. You owe me for voting Kelly even after Ass said not to. I got into some deep shit cause of you.”

“Okay, fine. Who do you want me to vote for?”

Julia leans over and whispers in Michael’s ear. She sighs. 

Patrick steps out of the confessional and sees the two on the grass outside. He straightens his tie and attempts to fix his hair, still covered in scratches and bruises from Staci’s earlier attack. 

He stands in front of the two. “Discussing votes?”

Julia’s eyes narrow. “None of your-”

“I’m voting with her,” he points to Michael. “So I’d like to know who.”

Michael raises an eyebrow while Julia stares in shock. 

---

“Campers- you played hard, but ultimately did a very bad job at it. On this plate are a collection of delicious, perfectly fluffy marshmallows- all but one of you will be getting one tonight,” Chris says, holding up the platter. 

“Patrick- Ass- Michael. You won immunity today,” he says, tossing them their marshmallows. “The following are also safe:

Staci

McLovin

Scary

And Bonnie,”

Max and Courtney look at each other, both a bit nervous and both trying not to show it. Michael and Bonnie watch in anxious anticipation nearby. 

“And the last marshmallow… goes to…

Max. You’re safe. Courtney- sorry, my guy,”

Courtney sighs, but stands with decorum and walks down the docks confidently. 

---

COURTNEY: “I may not have won, but I accomplished what I came here for, and got to punch a few people along the way. I would consider that a win in and of itself,” they pause, suddenly looking sad. “I just hope Bonnie is okay without me.”

---

Courtney steps onto the boat, taking a seat. Chef turns from the captain’s cockpit and salutes them. “Good work, soldier,”

They salute back with a smile. 

“Who will go home tomorrow? And who will stay to play? Find out next time- on Total! Takes! Island!”

[oseathepebble]

Tsukiko Kawashima - Holiday Wear SSR Vignette 1

The vignette to go with Tsukiko's Holiday Wear SSR Card for the fan event created by @bunnwich

Part 1 | 2 | 3

20 Days Before Christmas Day

Ramshackle Dorm - Lounge

Between decorating Ramshackle for Yuletide and keeping their friends out of trouble, Tsukiko hardly had much time to gather everything for their special surprise for Jack. They sat on one of the couches in Ramshackle’s lounge as they quickly sketched out all the details of one of Jack’s presents

Grim lay by their side, snoozing away as they enjoyed the warmth emitted from the fireplace in the lounge. He spoke random words about food, a sound Tsukiko was familiar with

A knock on the front door drew them from their extreme focus. They groaned as they slammed their sketchbook shut. With each knock, they became more annoyed until they shot up from the couch and made their way to the front door

Ramshackle Dorm - Entry Hall

Upon opening it, they discovered Ace and Deuce shivering from the cold. “Hey Prefect, let us in!” Ace said through his chattering teeth

Tsukiko let out a sigh. “Come in,” They quickly shut the door after their two friends walked in. “Why are you two here? I’m busy,” To prove their point, they held up their sketchbook

Grim pranced into the entrance hallway. “You two knock too much,” He said groggily, clearly upset from being woken up from his peaceful nap by Tsukiko’s side

“We were just checking in, Tsukiko, you’ve been so busy lately you’ve forgotten all about us!” Ace dramatically cried. “But seriously, it’s been forever since we’ve got to hang out! What’s making you so busy? Ramshackle is already decorated,”

“Well if you must know, I’m preparing a surprise for Jack! It’s almost Christmas Day after all! This time of year is so romantic,” Tsukiko let out a dreamy sigh. “I have twenty days left and I’ve created a list of what I need to do and when!” They opened up to a page in their sketchbook that was completely covered in writing. “Today, I’m finalizing the details on the jacket I’m making for Jack. I already have a pattern made and all the fabric cut out. Then, tomorrow I’m going to buy ingredients as well as table decorations,” They shut their sketchbook. “And also on top of that, I have to make my other friends presents!”

Ace and Deuce listened as Tsukiko went on about all the things they needed to do within the next 20 days. Once they were done, Deuce spoke up, “Are you sure you can get all that done in just twenty days?” He said it not to express doubt, but concern for his friend

“Yes! If I stick to my plan and strategize in order to maximize the time available, I’ll be able to get everything done! With time to spare. I’m not gonna half-ass my presents this year. You guys deserve to get something nice for the holidays!”

“They’ve been talking like a crazy person this entire month! I can’t wait until Christmas when they finally stop making lists,” Grim added. Ever since the first snowfall, he had to deal with a frazzled Tsukiko, which he didn’t like. Their nights spent awake to plan caused them to be out of sorts the following day

“I’m sure we, especially Jack, will like whatever you get him, have you seen the way his tail wags when he’s around you? I don’t understand why you have to go all out for Christmas. Just wrap up your present for him real nice and he’ll love it!” Ace crossed his arms as he shook his head. He did have a point

“But I have to! Christmas is the most romantic holiday of the year! I can’t half-ass my present! I’d be a fool if I didn’t go all out for Jack,” The more Tsukiko explained, the more they sounded crazy to their friends

“Romantic? I don’t see how Christmas is romantic,” Deuce openly admits. His head tilted in confusion. 

“Well, maybe it’s because you’ve never been in a relationship before! How could Christmas not be romantic? Spending an evening looking at the pretty lights, exchanging gifts from the heart, and on top of that, a cuddle session with your partner to warm each other up!” As they explained, their eyes lit up with excitement. It was clear they were very passionate about the subject

“We should go, I don’t feel like spending Christmas collared,” Ace grabbed Deuce’s arm and tugged him towards the door. The Ramshackle Prefect wished them goodbye before going back to work

10 Days Before Christmas Day

Ramshackle Dorm - Fashion Studio

Tsukiko snoozed away at their sewing machine. Their sleep schedule had been so out of sorts, they had ended up passing out in the middle of making Jack’s new jacket. They were only awakened by the sound of Grim’s whines

“Tsukikoooo where’s my tunaaa,” Grim whined as he pawed at their pant leg. Usually, Tsukiko would wake Grim up and then they go eat. But strangely enough this day, Grim had woken up before Tsukiko

The Prefect stirred awake. “H-huh? Grim? What time is it? Why don’t you ask Yuuta or Yume. . .” They asked as they sat up and stretched. Their eyes adjusted to the light and they noticed instead of their bed, they had been sleeping in their fashion studio

“Yume and Yuuta are ou with their boyfriends,” Grim answered. “And I think it’s the afternoon,” Though he didn’t know how to read time, based on how bright it was outside, he assumed it was the afternoon

Tsukiko’s eyes went wide. They looked at the wooden clock that hung above the door and just as Grim had said, it was the afternoon. 1:00 pm to be exact. “No no no no! I’m behind schedule!” They jumped out of their chair and raced out of the room to get ready

When they finally got their things together, they grabbed Grim a can of tuna to eat while they carried him out the door and took him along for their errands. “Okay, if I hurry, I’ll get everything I need! And with just enough time to finish my other presents!” Tsukiko went from place to place, gathering everything they needed

To Be Continued

[clarktooncrossing]

HEY THERE PEOPLE OF TODAY AND ROBOTS OF TOMORROW! IT'S ME, CLARK! There is a madness deep in the dark catacombs of Castle Clarkenstein. For years these claustrophobic corridors have been the home of the ghoulish giraffe himself, watching as the world passes by. He prefers it this way. It gives him more time alone with the voices. The voices tell him many strange things. Yet they always come back to one: make more monsters! Everyday they tell him this. Everyday he is unable to comply. Hey, being a mad scientist on a budget means he can’t afford the fancy scientific equipment needed to breathe life into newborn abominations. Guy’s gotta afford pizza somehow. Luckily, he has discovered a way of sorts to please the voices. During all those years of watching, Dr. Clarkenstein noticed a particular pattern. Every night during October saw artists posting new pictures based on peculiar prompts. Many of them based on children of the night. While the spotted specter might not be able to craft new zombies, he can sure as heck sketch’m! As such, I provide this friendly warning to you all now: Be afraid. Few people can survive the horrors that are DUDELZ of the Damned!

By that I mean I decided to do my own take on Sketchtober this year just minus the prompts. Anybody gotta problem with that? Tough, cuz I already drew this crap so you might as well check it out.

Octoberfair has returned to Clarksburg! Based on the German festival of a similar name, adults are invited to partake in food and beer sampling while the kids run around and play. Since this is an Americanized version of the event, naturally the events lean heavily on Halloween theming more than fall itself. Hence carnival attractions like The Haunted House, Down the Zombie, a FEARis Wheel, and of course the Creepy Corn Maze! It’s here we find Bumper and Xena, the two out to have fun as Crocie feeds on pumpkin-spiced funnel cake in the main tent. Bumper would’ve stayed with his fat friend for it not for Xena presenting her pal with a wager. Should he escape the corn maze before her, without the aid of any of his phantom powers, he may pick their Halloween costumes for this year. Having the perfect costumes in mind, Bumper accepted his alien friend’s terms, thinking this would be a piece of pumpkin pie. About a minute in was enough to prove the little ghoul wrong. He was constantly set upon by scare actors whenever he wasn’t lost in the paths of corn. Just as the floating marshmallow was about to throw in the towel, a rustling noise made its way through the stalks. His fear was immediately replaced by interest when the source of the noise turned out to be a black cat named Kiki. Like always, it didn’t take long for Bumper to befriend the feline, who led Bumper out of the maze. Xena followed close behind, congratulating her best buddy on a job well done. When asked how he did it, the ghost revealed he had some help. Yet when he turned to introduce Xena to Kiki, the cat was gone. What happened to her?

Who knows, cuz she’s not gonna be a recurring character. Sorry folks, the Samp Gang doesn’t need a pet. Their quota of mostly silent, largely adorable companions has already been met by the giggling lil’ ghouly himself. Adding a cat to the mix would just complicate things and draw attention away from our main four heroes. If I’m feeling nice I’ll have Kiki pop up in future Halloween pictures, but for now I just wanted to draw Bumper being friendly to a black cat. Personally I’ve always thought it was weird how they were associated with bad luck when they’re such adorable fuzzballs. Considering Crocie’s stories are about finding kindred spirits in the most peculiar places, I figured a black cat would fit the bill nicely. Of course I had to name it after one of my favorite cartoon witches, but I had trouble deciding on either Luz or Kiki. Only after I ran the names and sketch by my friend @the-pale-servant did I settle for Kiki. I hope you all enjoy her and this DUDEL!

MAY THE GLASSES BE WITH YOU!

[timpac-capstone]

Week 1

Recently I found the Ed, Edd, n' Eddy series bible on Twitter and decided to draw the model sheets for Double D. I think a good way of starting to practice animation is by working with the face since that's what I have most trouble with in stand-alone drawings.

This is my first time making the full-body turnaround to see how consistent I can be with the proportions. Next, I'll photoshop these into a GIF.

Came out really good :)

Some Robot sketches today, I made them very simplistic since I'm gonna have to animate them later. The robots that came to mind while I was sketching was HAL 9000 since I just recently watched 2001, Bender from Futurama, the robots from Robotomy, and the Hat from Meet the Robinsons

I liked the sketch I did on the bottom left of the page. I made a model sheet for him but only 3 frames since I knew I wasn't going to do any crazy animation.

I made this animation in After Effects with the pen tool and the simple shapes provided. It's not 100% symmetrical because I'm still figuring out the tools but it was interesting experiencing the process of translating a doodle into an animation.

Not my first time making digital art but it is my first time using Krita which works a bit differently from Photoshop. I'm definitely going to need to improve my digital art skills if I am dead set on making an animation for my Capstone.

REFLECTION:

Out of everything I made this week I was really impressed with how well the turnaround GIF for Double D came out. Normally whenever I tried animating by pencil I would put the paper frames stacked on top of each other on an iPad with the brightness all the way up. I was also really happy that I was able to find the series bible in the first place, the most I would find is model sheets for characters on other animated shows and anime but this was the whole thing. It was a great insight as to what goes into making an animated show and because Ed, Edd, n' Eddy was one of the last traditionally drawn animated shows on cable TV so it gives me a great point of reference for how things are done now.

Link to the Ed, Edd, n' Eddy bible:

[doxiedreg]

Meant to draw today but in the morning I was too sleepy tired after having another poor night's sleep and in the afternoon I went to see my mom and when I got back I was too fucking tired sooooo

Guess I'm gonna try to crunch out some refs the coming days and also do a bunch of chores while hopefully not burning out

Probably going to prioritise the 3 most important ones which are: new human thorn ref, new snowdevil ref with updated design and a better ref for his doggy form

After that I hope to complete Edward's cursed form ref (which is basically 85 percent done but needs better formatting), new Thorn behemoth/beast form (which is at maybe 1 percent because I'm still not happy with any of the sketches I made for it so..unlikely) and new Rechor basilisk form (at maybe 5 percent because I like the concept I have for it but the face is giving me trouble so again unlikely)

Nice bonuses would be finishing a ref for my friend (at about 90 percent done so doable), moonie gang (70 percent done and needs lots of cleanup still so ech) and Tumblr villain ref which is literally at 99 percent done but I got caught up in lore that I need to figure out

Would also probably be great if I cleaned up my toyhouse bios with the new world building but writing stuff down outside of infodumps (in a coherent manner) is hard and said infodumps are hard to track down because I typically do them on discord so aaaaaaaaa suffering

Wish my brain would get it's shit together a bit please that would be nice

[keefwho]

April 24 - 2023

9:24 AM

I feel like there’s some kind of stigma against sticking with the people you love. At least around where I’m at. It’s almost like everyone is expected to up and rush off to their career or dream or whatever and are meant to leave everyone behind to meet new people. I got that treatment and still do. Personally I have old plans to live in the same town as my childhood friend when he gets back from the air force but when I tell mom that, I get “Are you just gonna copy him your whole life???” Like, no, I just don’t have anything keeping me tied to one place so I have the luxury of following someone important to me. If I wasn’t moving near him, I’d be staying around here with my family or moving to live near another friend. I don’t want to partake in this “leave everyone behind” mentality that was pushed on me and others since high school. I’d prefer to think people are more important than careers or personal dreams to an EXTENT. Obviously people should follow what they want to do in life but for people like me who aren’t quite sure or are content with what they are doing, it’s best to stick with my friends. 

Really this rant is all about expectations put on me by others. Basically me and everyone in my class were told “Go to college at all costs. You will be leaving everyone you know behind but don’t worry because you will make new friends :)” I didn’t even WANT to go to college, but I did. And guess what, the friends I made there were gone as soon as college was done and I was left with NO ONE but the friend who decided to stick with me because maybe he too realized how important it was to stick together. 

Or maybe it’s all about not giving up even if you get separated. I know there are some people I would never give up on under any circumstances. But I’m a loyal person. 

Its a bold claim but I think depending on each other is underrated. Not in an unhealthy way, I think it’s a delicate balance to “depend” on someone in a healthy way but it is possible. Normal even, because that’s how we used to be not even that long ago. It’s part of that tribe-like mentality. 

5:00 PM

I’m very aggro today. I don’t like how angry I can get sometimes at seemingly nothing. Not that I do anything with it. But I end up feeling like a bad person with such baseless negative emotions. Well I guess they aren’t baseless, they all have a root in something. Right now I think it’s jealousy and maybe a bit of being fed up with having to put up with people in general. 

11:56 PM

Today was mid. I was productive at least. During stream this morning I was having a ton of trouble with the commission getting the colors right and more or less gave up for the day because I have all week to do it. I figured it would be best to stop until tomorrow. Other than that I worked on some sketches. I really wanna get all the sketches on my desktop finished as fast as they get replenished. I have some minor fear though that it might be weird how many of them are of a certain horse but I shouldn’t feel like that at this point. I shouldn’t have ever felt like that. The fact is I have commissions and then things I actually WANT to draw. If I didn’t have commissions then I would probably have more art variety with my personal drawings but at the moment I only have enough creative energy to work on what’s most important to me and that is art of my own OC and the bestie. In my heart thats what I want to draw and I will not limit myself because of some silly thoughts. I know what I’m doing is welcome. 

I did everything I was supposed to today and got very tired. The afternoon didn’t have as much relaxing as I’d liked but it was okay. I mostly just watched MoonMoon and then finished the night off with some Mother 3 in call. 

I’ve really been struggling developing that elusive sense of self. Probably because it’s a fairly obscure concept. But I know something is wrong because of how I perceive myself and how hard it is to relate to others. One of my biggest goals is to form more meaningful connections but it’s hard to do that when I don’t have myself figured out. There’s too many points to go over in detail but I know I need to work on being more present rather than caught up in my own thoughts, and I need to work on seeing myself and my interactions with others as being current and dynamic rather than a sort of pre-scripted event. I know that line of thinking comes from my personal belief system that I and the others around me are pre-determined characters. I always think things should go certain ways with certain people. For instance, if I speak with someone I haven’t seen in a long time, I would likely think that they must be doing so much better than me and I should be humble in their presence. They probably want nothing to do with me and see no value in who I’ve become. It would be wrong of me to even think otherwise. That obviously not true but thats the kind of way I think about myself sometimes. I can’t see certain situations going any other way than I’ve pre-determined for my character and it’s extremely limiting to how I operate and the kind of friends I can make. I’d probably consider this one of my biggest flaws and something I’m still only beginning to tackle. 

This might have something to do with my environment. It doesn’t help that I feel like I’m in a place that is completely unchanging. I don’t get out and see people actively doing things with their lives. My parents seem to do the same things over and over. The house never improves. It’s like I’m stuck in time sometimes. I have to constantly seek out and make note of actual changes like an online friend’s schedule or how my art is doing or new games coming out. Small things like that are the only sense of change I get but I don’t think it’s enough. But thats why I’m trying to get off the property if only I can keep finding a good reason to. 

[lucllle]

Chief Alchemist

You had traveled to Dragonspine to work under Albedo as an assistant, since his official assistant was not available at the moment. You were already confident in your abilities when it came to alchemy, but decided that it would be beneficial twork under the Chief Alchemist of the Knights of Favonius. You were still amazed at the fact that Albedo had given you the opportunity to work with him, but you definitely weren’t gonna sit on your ass the entire time, that’s for sure. 

You knew dragonspine was gonna be cold, but you didn’t realize just how cold. Luckily, you had brought your own homemade potions that were specifically made to warm the human body. That way, your outfit didn’t need to be covered up by a huge fur coat. You still had one in your suitcase, though, just in case. You used your map to guide you, making sure to be quick on your feet so as to not attract attention from monsters. Soon enough, you were close enough to see his camp, quickening your pace. 

Once you were finally at the site, you couldn’t help but stare in amazement. There were bits of research everywhere around you, valuable information there at your disposal. Albedo was writing things down on his clipboard before turning to look at you. 

“ Oh, you’ve arrived. You’re dressed rather lighty. Would you like a fur coat? “ He put the clipboard down on the table he was close to. 

“ No, that won’t be necessary. I brought my own potions to help with the cold. “ 

“ Potions? Do you specialize in them? “ His eyes widened curiously. You felt that if he were a dog or cat of somesort, his tail and ears would have perked up. 

“ Yeah, I’ve been studying it ever since I had the resources. Where can I put my things? “ 

“ That very dedication must’ve been what brought us together today, then. You can put your things inside of my tent, it isn’t very far from here. You’ll be staying there with me for the next few  days. “ 

You nodded, placing your suitcase near a chalkboard. “ I’ll leave my things here for right now then. I’ve heard your research has recently been revolving around ways to affect the human body, yes? “ 

“ Yes, I’ll inform you about what I need you to do. Are there any tools here you aren’t familiar with? “ He gestured to a small table on wheels with various tools, but you were familiar with them. 

“ I can’t say I’ve used everything here before, but I know all their uses. I hope that won’t be any trouble for you. “ He adjusted his gloves, grabbing his clipboard and pencil. 

“ Don’t worry, it won’t be much of a problem. I’ll bring you up to speed; I’ve been studying the human genitalia, both male and female. This experiment is mostly for monetary purposes, since I’m cooperating with an organization that deals with escorts legally. In short, I’m making both lubricant and potions designed to make humans sensitive to sexual pleasure and more aroused. “ He stared down at his clipboard, then back up at you. “ I believe that your knowledge of potions and how they’re capable of affecting the human body will be of use for this experiment. “

You were taken aback at first, especially since this was the last thing you had expected the experiment to be about. “ Hm… Well, I think it shouldn’t be very hard. “ You walked up to the chalkboard, where Albedo had sketched out a male and female body, including the reproductive organs. You didn’t plan on doing this sort of thing when you got here, but you figured you could learn a thing or two. “ For the sensitivity aspect, I think we should study the most sensitive parts of the genitalia… And how we can replicate that sensitivity for the rest of the genital. “ You turned back to look at him. “ Judging by the fact that you aren’t writing anything, you’ve come to this conclusion already. Have you looked into the matter? “ 

“ Yes, I have. I didn’t pursue it for very long, though. Since the reason for the clitoris and head of the penis’ sensitivity is because of the number of nerve endings it has, we can’t replicate that through lubricant or potions at all. What we can do, however, is study what sensations the human body is specifically sensitive to, like the cold. “ 

“ I assumed that’d be the case. For lubricant, I feel as if something that is hot or cold will be sufficient depending on what the user prefers. We could harvest whopperflowers and manipulate it as an ingredient so it won’t be too hot or cold as to harm the user, but instead to make them sensitive to the foreign sensation. I know of a few people who have farms specifically made to attract these creatures so that they can not only be harvested, but also reproduced, along with other monsters. “ 

“ Hm… yes, this does sound favorable. I actually have the remains of a cryo whopperflower stored away somewhere. We could use that for the test runs. “ 

“ Alright then. How would we change those parts to control the intensity, though? Perhaps some numbing medication mixed in could work, no? “ 

“ We’ll have to be cautious about the amount we add. Temperature does indeed have an affect on the male genitalia, I’ve run multiple experiments to test that theory. I’ll need to find a female subject to test as well, though. “ He tapped his pencil onto his clipboard. “ Perhaps the Adventurer’s Guild could arrange that for me. “ 

“ That won’t be necessary. I’d be willing to test out your theory during my stay here. I feel that I could explain symptoms in a way you could understand as well. “ You looked at the chalkboard, then back at him. “ I have numbing medication in my case. One type is oral, the other would be applied to a wound in case of emergency. “ 

“ There’s no need for that, I have some stored away. I wouldn’t want you to use your personal items for this, anyway. You said you were willing to test it out, yeah? “ He put his clipboard and pencil aside again. 

“ Yes, you just need to tell me when. “ 

“ Would… right now be suitable? I came up with a lubricant an hour or two before you got here. It worked well on me, but my female counterpart is not only away, but probably wouldn’t be willing to be experimented on under any circumstances, so I wasn’t sure how it’d affect the female body. “ He walked over to one of his shelves, taking a labeled bottle that had a container similar to that of a shampoo bottle. 

You knew that he worked fast, but you never suspected that he’d be this quick with his work. 

“ Of course I can test it. Not here, though… Isn’t there somewhere a little less, how do I put it… Open? “ 

“ Would the tent be sufficient? I imagine that’s also one of the only places in Dragonspine where one could properly pleasure themselves. I prepared accordingly. “ 

“ Yeah, the tent is just fine… I’m assuming you’ll have to be present. “ Your cheeks flushed at the idea of Albedo watching you while you played with yourself. 

“ Naturally. Not only to record symptoms, but also to be there if anything wrong occurs. That isn’t very likely, though. Don’t worry too much about it. Come, I’ll take you to the tent. “ 

You nodded, grabbing your things and following after Albedo. He made sure to take a few sheets of paper to jot down the results. 

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It didn’t take too long to get to the tent. It was nearby, just as Albedo had told you. You walked in, surprised to see how nice it was inside. There was a bed and a couch inside, as well as a drawer and carpet among many other things. You imagined this is where Albedo slept, since most things seemed untouched. You put your suitcase down while Albedo turned to look at you. 

“ Please make yourself at home. I need you to be comfortable for the best results, afterall. “ He smiled at you, sitting down on the couch. 

“ Hm… I feel like the bed would be most comfortable for me. Is that okay? “ 

“ Of course. “ He watched you closely as you walked over to the bed, but stopped in front of it. 

“ That… means you’ll be watching me the entire time, doesn’t it? “ 

“ Not unless it affects your performance negatively. If you’d like, I could turn around and rely on audible cues, but it might make the results a bit more… unreliable, per say. “ 

“ It’s okay, I wouldn’t want to slow down the process. “ You began undressing, but paused when Albedo started walking over. He handed you the lubricant. 

“ You’re allowed to back out of this at any time, please don’t force yourself. “ You gave him a reassuring smile before he handed you the lubricant. “ Here you go. I’ll try not to get in the way. “ 

You placed the lubricant onto the night stand beside the bed before you continued undressing. You heard the bedsheets move while Albedo sat down. He needed to observe you closely, after all. You stayed with your back turned to him, starting by taking your shirt off teasingly slowly. You didn’t know why, but you didn’t want to be the only one getting aroused during this experiment.  You let your shirt fall to the ground, then slid your thumb underneath the hem of your pants, pulling them down to the floor and stepping out of them. You reached behind your back to unclasp your bra, letting the straps fall down your shoulders before letting it fall to the ground.  You slowly pulled down your panties, your face flushing a little. You couldn’t tell how Albedo was reacting to all of this, but your heart still skipped a beat with excitement at the thought that he was watching your every move. 

You turned around and reached for the lubricant before sitting down on the bed near the headboard, while Albedo was resting against the footboard. You spread your legs completely, making sure he could see everything. 

“ You need a view of everything, right? Does this work? “ 

“ Yes, that works just fine. I’m glad to see you’re taking your time. If you require my assistance, simply call out my name. “ You couldn’t help but smile at his statement, but you had to keep your eyes on the prize. 

You reached your hand down, sliding one of your fingers between your folds to reach your clit. You started off with small, quick circles. Your breathing started to fasten, but you weren’t exactly close yet. You planned on applying the lubricant once you were actually going to put your fingers inside, but you wanted to get in the mood first. It was growing increasingly difficult, though. You couldn’t help but notice his blue eyes as they stared at your figure, carefully examining every aspect of your actions and body.

The two of you made eye contact, but you quickly closed your eyes instead to play it off. You couldn’t help but imagine what it was like to feel his skin against yours. What would it feel like to have him above you, while he “assisted” you? Would he stare at you the same way? You opened your eyes again, grabbing the bottle of lubricant. You spread your lips before pouring it on your arousal, shivering at the harsh coldness. You put the bottle aside and reached back down, spreading the lube around your pussy evenly. You had never felt so sensitive to your own touch before, and while you touched yourself the only thing in your mind was Albedo. You felt so lewd about it, but you couldn’t help but wonder how exactly he tried the lubricant out himself. 

You put a finger inside you, covering your mouth to muffle your moans. Your eyes blurred for a moment, but when you regained focus, Albedo was right beside you. 

“ Please don’t hold back your voice, Y/N. My data won’t be accurate if you do so. “

You looked up at him while he reached out to move your hand. “ Oh, please don’t let me interrupt you. “ You could feel your face flush while you continued to finger yourself, slightly closing your thighs. Your eyes widened when you felt Albedo caress your thigh before pulling it toward him, spreading your thighs apart. 

“ Remember, I need to see all of you, okay? “ You couldn’t help but let out a quiet moan when you felt his touch. He patted your head, caressing the side of your cheek. “ Good job, you’re doing great. “

Somehow, you mindlessly moaned out for Albedo, and didn’t even realize it until you saw him lean close to you. 

“ Yes? Do you need my help? “ You shivered as you felt his hand trace down your back.

“ I-... I want you to hold me, please… “ He seemed surprised at this, but he didn’t hesitate. He scooted you forward by the small of your back before sitting behind you. He pulled you closer, making you sit between his legs. He wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin in the crook of your neck. 

“ Is this sufficient? “ You simply laid back against his chest, obeying his orders from before and continuing to finger yourself. You felt his hand trace down your stomach, which he rubbed ever so lovingly. 

“ Hm… are you sure there aren’t any other ways to help you? “ He rested his hand on your folds, smiling against the flesh of your neck. You took your other hand to lay on top of his, applying some pressure to push his fingers between your folds. He didn’t move his fingers, though, and simply watched you closely. 

“ Stop teasing me, ‘bedo… “ You rolled back your head to look at him, to which he smiled at you. 

“ I’m not teasing. If you want me to do something to you, I’ll need you to tell me what to do to you… Where to touch, how to touch you… I’m no magician, I can’t tell what’s on your mind. “ 

“ Just… Touch me damn it. I’m- I’m yours. Do what you want. “ 

“ Okay, I’ll be gentle with you. I have birth control in the lab, you’ll have to take some later. “ He kissed your neck, and soon began rubbing his fingers against your clit. He seemed dissatisfied, though, and pulled away from you, which earned him a whimper. He took off his gloves, putting them on the nightstand. He wrapped his left arm around your waist, using his right arm to touch your clit again. He made small, slow circles. It almost felt sensual. He soon pulled away from you again to stand up on the floor. He started undressing at a similar pace you had before. 

“ You know, it’s funny that you said I was teasing you. Especially considering the fact that you were trying to strip tease me earlier. “ He turned around so his back was facing you, looking over his shoulder. “ Like this, yeah? I won’t lie, though, I enjoyed watching you. I think I’ll enjoy being up close and personal more, though. “ He finally got his pants and boxers off and turned to look at you, finally naked. He crawled onto the bed, pulling you closer to him by your thighs. He pushed you onto your side, which confused you. 

“ Your thighs… put them together tightly, okay? “ 

“ Mm… okay? “ You obeyed, putting your thighs together tightly. Albedo grabbed the bottle of lube, pouring some onto his cock. He shivered, letting out a shaky breath while he started to jerk himself off to spread it. Once he thought he had spread it enough, he scooted closer to you on the bed. He lifted your leg, pulling you closer to sandwich his cock between your thighs. He held you in pace while he began pulling back, then thrusting. You occasionally let out quiet moans when you felt his length rub against your clit. Albedo reached down to grasp the bedsheets on either side of your head, leaning down to kiss your collarbone. Instead, he bit down when he felt your hand reach down to caress his tip when it went past your thighs. 

“ Your body is so soft and plush, I can’t wait to be inside of you. “ Your face went red at this, your thighs squeezing together. He began quickening his thrusts, sucking on your neck while doing so. He quickly turned you over to lay on your back, spreading your legs. He sat up and watched you carefully while he jerked himself off, letting out a hitched moan and cumming on your stomach. You wiped some of it off your stomach, licking it off your fingers while you made eye contact with Albedo. He turned red, his length still hard. 

“ I suppose… This is a more efficient way to test how well the lubricant works. “ He spread the lube against your arousal with his tip, making sure it was evenly coated. He saw the excitement in your face and pulled away. 

“ Hey! That isn’t- That isn’t fair. “ You frowned at him, but he simply smiled at you before laying on his stomach, his head between your thighs. 

“ I thought it’d be better if you came before I put it in… I’d like to see how you taste, too. “ He moved his arms, locking them around your thighs. He dragged you closer to him, which surprised you. 

“ ‘Bedo… I’m starting to think this is more than something just for the project. “ You decided to tease him a little, sliding your hand between his locks. He kissed your clit, making you both jump and moan in surprise. He held you in place, though. 

“ Oh, don’t be too much of a downer… Judging by just how wet you are, you don’t mind that this isn’t entirely for research, hm?” You sighed, simply looking around the room out of embarrassment. He wasn’t wrong whatsoever- You were enjoying every bit of this. 

You squirmed when you felt him sucking on your clit directly, but he simply gripped your thighs and held you in place. He kissed your clit before pulling his face away, looking up at you. 

“ Stop squirming or I won’t touch you at all… “ He leaned toward your inner thigh, littering kisses and hickeys on them. “ And that wouldn’t be very pleasurable for either of us, now would it? “ 

“ ‘M sorry… “ You caught your breath, reaching out to touch his hair again. He leaned against your touch, and then turned to kiss your hand. “ It’s okay. Just be good for me, alright? “ 

“ I’ll be good, I swear. Just… touch me, please. “ You heard Albedo let out a soft laugh before he kissed your clit somewhat sensually. He let go of your legs, one of his hands moving to put two of his fingers inside you. You let out a sigh of relief, glad that he was finally touching you. He put his other arm under you, his hand spread across the small of your back. 

He looked up at you, most likely to make sure you were okay, then started moving his fingers in and out of you at a slow, steady pace. You let out occasional moans, but you were mostly breathing heavily. You felt Albedo curl his fingers, hitting just the right spot. You wrapped your legs around his neck so that you wouldn’t squirm very much, but it was getting increasingly difficult. Then, it happened. You screamed out for Albedo as he started thrusting his fingers into you at a brutal pace, nibbling on your clit. You pulled on his hair, which made you surprised to hear him moan at this. He reached out to your other hand, continuing his abuse of your pussy. You could hear your wetness combined with the lube slapping against the rest of his hands and your folds. 

“ How lewd… You’re sopping wet. I can’t imagine the state you’ll be in when I… nevermind, you’ll find out soon enough. “ He cut himself off, making you curious about what he planned on saying. You didn’t have much time to think about it though, especially when you felt him set a faster pace. You reached to grab his wrist, but he swatted your hand away. He lapped at and sucked your clit again, making you cry out his name. 

“ Albedo, Albedo- wait- I’m gonna cum- “ Albedo didn’t show any mercy, continuing to attack your clit. You arched your back, pulling on his hair. He stared up at your face while he continued to finger you, even going out of his way to hit your g-spot after you came. 

“ Ah, wait- waitwaitwait- Please, Albedo- “ Your body stayed tense. You didn’t get the opportunity to come down from your high, especially when he continued to finger you mercilessly. It didn’t take very long for you to cum all over again. You let out a small sob of pleasure. You’ve overstimulated yourself on your own before, but your heightened sensitivity along with Albedo’s touch was a completely different experience. He pulled away from you, sitting up while he hooked your legs around his waist. 

“ Hm… It really does seem as if the lube makes you more sensitive. Or perhaps you’re just a little bit of a slut. That’s alright, though… I don’t mind. “ Your face went red at his statement. You felt humiliated, but part of that was what turned you on. 

“ I’m… I’m not a slut. If I’m a slut, you’re a fuckboy. “ Albedo’s eyes widened for a moment. He stared down at you, but he soon laughed. 

“ Don’t worry. I’ll make sure that I’ll live up to your expectations. “ Albedo grabbed his length, positioning the tip at your entrance before pushing himself inside of you. He leaned down toward you, placing his hands on either side of your head, smirking down at you when he noticed the pleasure in your expression. He started with slow, hard thrusts that pushed you into the bed every time he bottomed out inside of you. You hadn’t been expecting it to feel like this, but you weren’t gonna complain. “ I’ll make you my slut. I want to be the only one to see you in such a vulgar state. “ You just nodded, as if agreeing to his proposal. He soon started to speed up, letting out moans and whimpers himself. You clawed at his back restlessly, arching your back slightly. In response, Albedo angled himself so that he’d hit as deep as possible, then held you in place while he hammered into you. He brought one of his hands to your lower stomach, using his thumb to caress your clit. You were getting so close, and Albedo showed no signs of stopping again. 

“ Albedo- I’m… I’m close- “ Albedo brought his face away from your neck, licking and kissing your body until he got to one of your nipplies. He promptly proceeded to ravage your boob, licking and biting your nipple. Eventually, the pleasure was too much for you, and you were brought to your peak again. Albedo didn’t stop, though. Instead, he lifted his head to look at you when you sobbed out that “it was too much”. He paused, which confused you. 

“ Wait, no, no- I didn’t want you to stop… “ You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his cheeks, almost as if to make amends. He let out a sigh of relief. 

“ Just hang in there until I finish, okay? Be good for me. I know you can take it. “ He kissed you before pulling away to suck on your breast again, then started thrusting. His pace began slow and gentle, but it escalated back to the pace he had before. Your walls clenched around him, making him moan whenever you did so. He bit down onto your nipple, speeding up the pace of his thrusts before being completely still inside of you. He let out an unruly, long moan while he finally reached his release balls deep inside of you. Your thighs trembled and your back arched even more, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He eventually let go of you, letting you fall onto the bed. He pulled out of you, watching his cum seep out of your hole when you clenched around nothing. You tried to desperately catch your breath, trying to relax. Something about this view just turned Albedo on, and you were surprised to see him jerking off his semi-hard cock to get it to full length again.

“ Wait- “ 

“ You’re so good for me, Y/N. You can take more, right? “ He caressed your inner thighs, making you shiver while he glared down at you. “ Tell me you can take more of me. “ 

“ I-... I can take more of you, Albedo. I promise… I promise I’ll be good, ‘kay? “ He smiled at this, hooking his hands under your legs and bringing them to your chest. He leaned onto your legs, making you bend awkwardly. You weren’t sure why he seemed to like this pose- Not until he thrusted inside of you, that is. Both you and him noticed just how deep inside of you he could get in this position, which was a pleasant surprise for Albedo. 

“ Hold onto your legs with your arms. Keep them in place for me, hm? “ You didn’t hesitate to obey, hooking your own hands under your legs to bring them closer to your body while he let go of them. You let your lower legs rest on his shoulders, looking at Albedo while he placed his hands at either side of your head. “ Good… You’re so good for me, Y/N. I’ll make sure you get your reward. “ Your head was fuzzy with pleasure, but you were still able to make out his praise. He started thrusting into you slowly, seeming to show you at least some sort of mercy. He stared down at you, smiling while he leaned down to kiss you. You didn’t resist at all, but you did bite down onto his lower lip when he suddenly went back to his monstrous pace all over again. You could tell that it was gonna be a few more rounds before he cut you some slack, especially when he came inside you and pulled out just to move you onto your stomach. You let out a weak moan when he pushed himself inside you again, his throbbing girth being ever so unforgiving. 

[zacharyleartist69]

I'm gonna be honest, Ive been debating whether to do a writing post or a comic post for the family reunion.

BUT I did drew how I draw some of the Kongs, I will draw more soon just gotta sketch out some designs for them... also some headcanons for them. So for now I will shared some information for yall.

The Donkey Kong Family:

Donkey Kong Junior:

The mysterious Kong that disappear after the arcade era, some say that they have seen this Kong around but never confirmed it. Now that he has returned, hes the Kong that lost his ability to talk normally, lost of memory, and half of his eyesight. So his family is helping him the basics and remember who they were towards him. But there is something off about him... Only Cranky Kong knows something is wrong with him.

Fun Fact:

Its rather rare to make or see him smile, however if he does then it would be a wholesome moment.

The shell choker was made as a gift of returning back home from Funky and DK, he isn't planning on taking it off at some point.

Donkey Kong The Third:

Donkey Kong, or should I say Donkey Kong the III, is the modern Donkey Kong we known and loved. He is the son of Donkey Kong Junior and the younger twin brother of Funky Kong. He practically the king- well likes to be called The Big Banana of his Tropical island with his grandfathers guides. He does tend to be stubborn and over confident on what is going on but he is a strong leader of his crew.

Funky Kong:

Funky Kong is also the son of Donkey Kong Junior and the oldest twin of Donkey Kong the III. He is a lay back Kong with a passion of surfing and mechanics. He also owns a bar where he serves juices and the good stuff, if you know what I mean ;). Even though he is lay back, he always look out for his brother and his family a lot, even though he doesnt get along with his grandfather half the time.

The Female Kongs (Practically the Girlbosses):

Candy Kong:

Candy Kong is the lover of Donkey Kong. She is a strong and flirtatious Kong of the group, sometimes acts like a mother towards certain Kongs like Tiny and Dixie. She also owns a music store on the tropical island and performs her songs in Funkys bar when he needs help with entertainment. That is how DK met Candy and feel in love with her, beauty and all.

Tiny Kong:

Tiny Kong is the chaotic and energetic Kong of the group and the little sister of Dixie Kong. She is good friends with almost everyone on the island, especially Swanky Kong (since no one likes him that much because he scams them). She looks up Candy Kong as a mom a lot and Funky Kong as a brother from another mother. She also works at the bar with Funky and sometimes cover his shift so that he can sneak out of work for fun.

Dixie Kong:

Dixie Kong is the power house of the female group and the big sister of Tiny Kong. She is also the lover of Diddy Kong. She learned how to fight from Cranky Kong then taught Tiny how to fight when she was young. Now she fights with Donkey Kong and Diddy Kong by their side when trouble occurs on the island, sometimes bring Tiny along in the fight.

Fun Fact

She and Diddy Kong found Donkey Kong Junior in the dark side of the island while they were monitoring the area.

That is it for today, its like late in my time but have a good day or night!

[bonny-kookoo]

Under Your Skin (JJK x Reader) | 🔞

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Goth/Punk!Jeon Jungkook x Secretary!Shy!Reader

Genre: Tattoo artist!AU, Badboy x Sweetgirl AU, Idk what else

Tags/Warnings: Ultimate goodboy Kook, He looks grr but is actually sweet, shy reader, smol reader, Kookers is WHIPPED, Also a tease, Dom!Jungkook because how could I not, Sub!Reader, Babygirl!Reader, Its not heavy on the whole ddlg-stuff but yeah they be having some vibes y'know, don't come @ me don't I'm not forcing you to read it lol, anyways moving on, because smut, yes I mean it's my content, and yall nasty admit it, slight hair pulling, manhandling also only a little, oral (f & m receiving), praising, mentions of emotional and physical insecurities, but Kook be supportive so we good, back to the nasty, body worship yes pls, biting, fingering, because why not, protected sex because we keep it clean in this household, light-hearted sex, kook being a romantic goof, yeah I think thats it?

Summary: Jungkook looks like absolute trouble; like one wrong look could set him off, and turn him into an absolute murderer. But oh well, ever heard the phrase 'Never judge a book by its cover'?

A/N: you might have noticed me only putting one emoji up top. I have decided to from now on only mark my adult fics with emojis (which is basically almost every single one lets be real). Also; stop reading my fucking fics if any of the tagged/warned things make you uncomfortable. I'm tired of everyone clowning in my inbox telling me how disgusting ddlg/smut content is. You can't even tell me you 'read it by accident' because that's why I'm always putting the cut underneath my fics =) so pls go finish preschool and then we can maybe shake hands. Maybe not. Covid and all. Yeah.

On the outside, Jeon Jungkook seems like absolute trouble.

He's working at a tattoo and piercing studio, dresses in all black, clattering chains and heavy boots always alerting everyone around of his presence. His long black hair is never truly tamed, his nails painted black, and his face expressionless most of the time. He's a talented artist and well trained piercer, always visiting conventions to keep up with the newest trends, styles, and equipment there is. He takes his job seriously- and is proud of it, knowing that he had proven his family wrong by now. They had been worried about him; especially his mother had scolded him that he shouldn't throw his time away trying to make it in a world of art many had already failed. But last year, he had finally invited them over to his rather nice apartment, showing them that he was living a good life, with nothing to really worry about.

Jungkook had made it.

Well, not quite.

Because as of currently, Jungkook had a new mission, a new goal.

"Ah, Jungkook!" You say, eyes sparkling as you smile at him when he enters the shop he works at. You had recently started to work there as well, since Taehyung was absolute shit at keeping files in order and track of schedules. You hadn't applied for the job specifically, that's at least what his coworker had told him- he had known you prior already, and was aware that you had wanted a change these days.

And Jungkook had been painfully crushing on you ever since you started.

"Your schedule for the week is already here- I uhm.. didn't put it on your desk cause, I didn't want to intrude your space and all.." You say, giving him a small black booklet where you always noted down his appointments. He appreciated it a lot- knowing how much of a hassle it could be to move dates back and forth just to somehow make it fit. You always made sure that he had enough time in between multiple daily pieces in case something took longer or less so you could make sure to be able to move things accordingly. You didn't want him to get overworked, you had said. He had smiled.

"Thanks- and you can go inside, no problem." He says, and you nod. "I know you don't make a mess, like someone else here." He says, hinting at Namjoon, who was known to be quite clumsy- yet a mastermind when it came to designing pieces he struggled with. Jungkook stayed at your front desk for a bit, making you tilt your head a bit, as you tried not to stare. He always took so much care of himself, you would have had to be blind not to see how attractive he actually was. But then again, you didn't get your hopes up- after all, he was nice to almost everyone around. "You've never been in there, right?" He asks, and you shake your head. You haven't been in his space at all- too scared to invade his privacy and making him upset in the process. "I mean- you got time right now? I can show you around." He casually tells you, and you look at your computer screen in front of you. Everything had been filed for today- so you probably had a bit of time to spare.

"Sure." You said, taking your phone and standing up from your chair, making sure to lock the pc so no one would accidentally make a mess out of your tabs. Or worse; close them. God knows all hell would break loose.

Jungkook had to really force himself not to let out any noise as you walked next to him.

You were so tiny next to him.

He wasn't that tall to be honest- with Namjoon and Taehyung both taller than him, he knew he was average at best. And for the longest time, he'd had a thing for tall girls, all elegant and confident. He still liked their aesthetic, yes- but now that he spotted you, he could really see the appeal of having a shorter significant other.

You were so cute.

You carefully stepped inside when Jungkook lifted the curtain that was used instead of a door, surprised to see how.. organized everything was. A little.. off- some things seemed to be randomly put somewhere, but in general, it seemed like everything had their proper spot. "I like to have it like this." He comments, and you nod your head to that, finally spotting his tattoo-gun. It was made out of purple steel- polished, and changing its hue depending on how you looked at it. It was absolutely beautiful, even though you had a rather limited understanding of these things. "Was a present from Taehyung last year." Jungkook says, sitting down on his chair. "I never asked- are you inked at all?" He asks, leaning backwards as you stand there a little awkwardly. "You can sit down somewhere, don't be so tense." He chuckles, and you look around, before you sit on the stretcher across from him. You shake your head, and Jungkook isn't surprised. Your pink converse sway back and forth as you sit on the stretcher, legs too short to reach the floor anymore as you rest your hands underneath your thighs; hem of your dress revealing more of them than he can usually see.

"I don't have any tattoos yet, but I've been talking to Namjoon about it." You said, and Jungkooks saliva tastes a little bitter at that. He doesn't want to pout or give away that it's bugging him at all that you're not talking to him about it- but he fails miserably. "Namjoon actually said I should talk to you about it, since the style I want fits you best." You say, and he can't hide his smile, bunny teeth on full display as he leans forward a bit.

"You'd let me tattoo you?" He asks, and you shrug, before nodding. "What do you have in Mind?" He instantly asks, not even bothering to hide his excitement.

If only you knew that it's because of you; and not just because he's gonna be the first to ink you.

You've both agreed on a design you want, and Jungkook can't deny that he thinks it's absolutely perfect on you.

"Are you scared?" Jungkook asks you as he prepares everything, his sweater's sleeves rolled up, revealing his own body art to you, as well as some bracelets; one that you recognize as the wooden-bead bracelet you had gifted him last year for his birthday. It was weird to see him wear it.

"I.. no. Just nervous." You say. "I'm worried I might cry and make a fool out of myself." You say with a laugh, and Jungkook chuckles, placing a reassuring and warm hand on your upper arm.

"It's fine. I've seen grown man cry like kids on this stretcher before." He casually says. "Don't worry; I won't think any less of you just because of some tears." He says with a smile, and you nod, turning your head to look at his room's walls instead; covered in drawings, sketches, and pictures of finished works he was most proud of. "Do you want anything to hold onto?" He asks, as he starts to shave the skin of your thigh to make sure he can work as best as possible. He's so into his work, so concentrated on doing everything perfect, that he doesn't even take much into account that you're laying in only your panties and oversized sweater; skirt neatly placed on a chair in the corner of the room, to get it out of the way.

"It's fine" You mumble, although you really want to. So instead you curl your fingers around the fabric of your sweater- something that doesn't go unnoticed by Jungkook, who decides not to comment on it for now. He simply throws the one-time razor away as well as the tissues used to clean your skin, before he carefully places the tracing paper onto where he seems fit.

"I think it would look great right here." He says lowly, carefully removing the paper to reveal the lines he's gonna trace with his gun in a few minutes. "You wanna look at it again?" He asks, and you shake your head. "Alright." He says, before he gets up and walks out his room; only to return with your small squishy and round unicorn plush that's usually sitting on your desk. "To hold onto." He winks, and you chuckle at that.

Jungkook really pays attention.

"So, Taehyung has told me you're a bit younger than me." Jungkook says to start casual chit-chat, trying to help your nervousness as his tattoo-gun starts to buzz to live. "Only a Year if I remember correctly." He says, and you nod.

"Yeah.." You say, and can't hide your dissapoinment flooding your voice. Jungkook, until now, only had relationships with girls older than him. He's even said before that he just likes having someone older than him around- which made you even more nervous around him.

"You sound upset about that." He chuckles, and gently holds onto your thigh as you jump a bit when he first presses the tip of the gun down. "Sorry. I'll be gentle." He lowly tells you, and you swallow.

Not the time Y/N, not the time.

"Uhm.." You say, fingers digging into the squishy plush in your hands. "I.. there's someone I like, but he.. only likes older girls, so.." You say, and Jungkook glances at you. You're already interested in someone? He continues to trace the lines, wiping afterwards to get the excess ink and blood off. "But I mean, then again I don't think I have a chance with him anyways." You chuckle, and Jungkook can't help but shake his head. Even if you're interested in someone else, he shouldn't let you have thoughts like that.

"Highly doubt that." He says. "If he doesn't see you, he's blind." He tells you, and you giggle, glad that he's able to make you feel a bit better about everything. "I'm serious." He says, and you nod at that, watching his inked arm flex every now and then as he draws with absolute concentration; black facemask hiding half of his face. You can see the way his eyebrows furrow, eyes fixated on his work as he moves with absolute routine. "Do I know the guy?" He casually asks, before he dips the tip of his gun in the tiny pot of ink again.

You don't know what to say.

He looks at you for a second, and decides not to dig. "You don't have to tell me. Sorry if I seemed nosy; didn't mean to." He apologizes, and you shake your head to let him know its fine. It's quiet for a moment afterwards, only the buzzing of his gun and your occasional whine of pain. "Sorry; it'll hurt a bit more now since I'm getting close to your inner thigh- that's always a little more sensitive." He comments, and you really hope he doesn't pay much attention to your panties.

When you can see his eyes stick to them for a second, you really want to just disappear.

He doesn't comment on it though. What is he suppsosed to say? He really doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, and considering that you already have a crush on someone else, he doesn't want to get himself in too deep as well. He simply works away, finally finishing the thin and delicate outlines of your piece- the first step, before he will see you again for color and shading. He finally connects the last line, and doesn't think twice about what he says next.

"Good girl."

It takes a second that feels way too long for the both of you to register the words, and Jungkook quickly occupies himself with turning off his gun and cleaning up your skin and his workspace to get the awkwardness out of his room. You try to instantly stand up, but his palm holds onto your leg- silently ordering you to stay put, which you do. He rubs something over the piece, before he gently lifts your leg to wrap it. "I'll give you a bottle of lotion for it. Leave that bandage on for.. I'd say until tomorrow morning at least. Afterwards, apply the lotion everyday to help it heal properly." He lectures you with a gentle voice, before letting you sit up.

"Thanks." You say, grinning eagerly at the now hidden artwork on your leg. Jungkook chuckles.

"We're not done yet, but I'll take it." He says. "I uh.." He starts, as you jump off the stretcher and go to take on your skirt. "uhm, you up for some fast food?" He asks, a bit hurried, before he can chicken out again. And he hates himself for a moment, because you had literally told him just half an hour before that you already had interest in someone else. But maybe you were too innocent to get his innuendo, maybe you wouldn't get that he was asking you on a date-

"Like a date?" You ask, and he really wants to hit himself.

"I mean, if you want it to be?" He says, swallowing as he averts his gaze, a sight very weird. His hand runs through his hair, chain around his neck and piercings on his ears clattering against each other and making sounds as he moves, his combat boots nervously tapping the floor a little. "It doesn't have to be.. I know you're already-"

"I'd love to." You say however, now fully dressed again, as you grin with your bright sparkling eyes.

And Jungkook feels like he's won the lottery.

It's your third time laying on Jungkooks' stretcher like this- waiting for him to work on your art, finishing it today. But the energy is different.

Things are different between you two in general.

After some casual movie dates and rounds of overwatch, Jungkook had admitted to you that he had a crush. It was rushed, while he was driving, so he didn't have to look at you and instantly get hit by your reaction. But then, you had told him that you felt the same- and the two of you agreed to let things process from then on. Whatever would happen; you would let happen.

And Jungkook was starting to flirt with you.

It was a little weird to get close to him like that. While everyone seeing you two was a little taken aback- with your dresses and skirts, and colorful and almost childish personality, he seemed like the absolute opposite- quiet, all dark and dangerous while carrying your milkshake so you could put your phone away into your purse.

"Alright doll, let's finish this." He said with newfound enthusiasm, winking at you as you laughed at his demeanor.

"You seemed more excited than me!" You say, and he chuckles. "You're really desperate to have me gone?" You say in a playfully upset tone, and he simply huffs out a breath, before cockily looking at you for a second.

"That's not true." He says. "I'd just rather have you laid out somewhere else than in my studio, that's all." He casually says, and you shut your mouth at that, cheeks red as he laughs at your cute display of embarrassment. He routinely prepares your skin, before he starts his gun. "Too much?" He asks, and you know he's not talking about the pressure of his ink filled gun on your skin.

"No-" You start, and he now seriously speaks to you, voice a bit muffled through his facemask.

"Please tell me if I ever make you uncomfortable." He says. "You're not upsetting me if you tell me I'm going to far." He says, and you nod, knowing that he now needs a proper answer. Jungkook is way more attentive and romantic than people may think he is. He's a gentleman pulled out of a dictionary- careful and gentle with you, and always keen on getting to know you for you, and not for the person you like to portray yourself as. He wants to know what you like, what you don't like, what you dream of, and what you hate about yourself.

"Don't worry- I will." You say, watching him work on your skin. "Jungkook?" You ask, and he hums a reply to let you know he's listening. "Is it okay if I sleep?" You ask, and he chuckles.

"Didn't I tell you not to stay up for too long before I left yesterday?" He teasingly retorts back to you, and you pout at him- with no hard feelings behind it. He had left last night after eating with you for dinner at your place; and he did indeed tell you to go to sleep a little earlier since he knew you would have an early shift today, opening up the store. "I'm really tempted to say no." He says, eyes now on your skin again as he dips the tip of his gun in a pot of color. "You know, as punishment for not listening." He mumbles, and you almost don't catch it.

Almost.

"Jungkook?" Taehyung stands in his doorway, finally finding him sitting at his desk. "Oh?" He says in a surprised tone, spotting your sleeping figure on his coworkers lap- head resting against the inside of his shoulder, with your arms around his middle.

"Yeah?" Jungkook asks, not at all shy or fazed by the fact that Taehyung is looking at you. "What is it?" He asks again, as Taehyung smiles, giving the younger man his small booklet that you usually give him every morning.

"Nothing left for today." He said. "Just wanted to tell you good work and send you home." The older one explains, zipping up his own jacket. "Guess she'll be coming with you?" He asks teasingly, but Jungkook doesn't bite the bait at all.

"Yeah. Don't burn the house down while we're gone, you two. " He says, slipping the booklet into his pocket before he pats your back. "Come on doll, let's go home." He tells you, waking you up at least enough to put on your shoes and lead you out the store to his car.

He buckles your seatbelt as the engine comes alive, radio playing its tune softly in the background as he drives you home. "You awake doll?" He asks, and you nod your head, turning towards him with barely open eyes. "You haven't had anything proper to eat today, so I'll make us some ramen at my place, ok?" He asks, and you nod, before your eyebrows scrunch up. "What is it?" He chuckles, and you now grow more awake.

"Wait- but if we eat at yours then you're gonna have to drive me home late." You say, and he shrugs. "Noo, Kook, what if you crash the car because you're sleepy?" You tell him with a whine, genuinely concerned for him, as he has the audacity to laugh. "Kookie, it's not funny I swear to god-!" You say, and he apologizes.

"I mean." He starts, casually dropping what he had wanted to ask you for a couple of weeks now. "You could always just stay over." He tells you, and you look at him, meeting his gaze at the red light he stops at, his head turned towards you for a moment until the lights turn green again.

"We.. would have to stop at mine so I could get some stuff though.." You mumble, and Jungkook looks at you with newfound enthusiasm, setting his turning lights to enter a different road.

It's in a parking lot that you first unintentionally confront him with your biggest insecurities and flaws.

You've tripped over a stray stone you didn't see laying on the ground, leading you to fall onto your hands and scraping your knees open. Just like any normal human being, you dust yourself off, instantly hoping that Jungkook inside the shop hadn't seen you fail at something so basic as walking. You had carried some of the items you two had bought into the car while also returning the shopping cart while he had payed- and by the look on his face, he had definitely seen you.

He wasn't laughing, or hiding his grin, or anything alike. He looked concerned, taking his card back from the cashier before walking out the store, jogging towards you, who sat in the open trunk, ready to get laughed at. Even though somewhere deep in your mind you didn't think he would, past experiences had led to you now having that fear, no matter with whom. "Are you okay?" Jungkook asks, looking at you as he squats down to take a look at your bleeding knees. He reaches into one of the shopping bags, taking out a water bottle and a pack of tissues, before he wets it, one hand holding your leg by the backside of your knee, while the other carefully cleans the small wound. "You gotta be careful Baby." He chuckles a little- nothing like the laughter you had expected.

"I'm fine." You say, not looking up at him.

"It's okay to cry, you know?" He says, and you stay quiet, trying not to breathe too much as you desperately hold them back. "I won't laugh." He promises, deciding not to look at you as to give you a bit more space.

"People will stare though.." You quietly murmur towards him, and he finishes his job, before he goes to throw the now used tissue away in a nearby trashcan. When he returns, he's taking his jacket off, the item way too large on your form as he throws it over you, pulling the hood up as you look at him for the first time since your little accident, eyes sparkling with unshed tears when he pulls the sides of the hood towards him a little. "There." He says, a reassuring smile on his face. "Now no one can see you but me." He tells you. "And I will never, ever, laugh at you." He promises, and pulls your head against his chest, as you start to let go.

He really hates to see you cry- but he's glad that you're letting him in enough to let him see you this way.

Jungkook is frustrated.

He tries not to really show it, because he doesn't want to blow up in your face like that, but then again, you're kind of the reason he feels the way he does. Because even though he thought you both had a genuine connection, you're yet to let him touch you.

And not just hugging and holding hands.

It's not that he's impatient- its because he knows you, at one point, wanted him that way as well. But something happened, something he didn't notice, that made you take ten steps backwards from him. You seemed to be retreating, giving up, and he has no idea what he had done to make you react that way.

As far as he knows, he had done everything right.

But then he sees them; the messages sent back and forth between you and Hana, a returning customer at the shop- well known to flirt with everyone around here. Jungkook himself had actually considered hooking up with her once a year back, simply to make her shut up, but then again, he wasn't into one-night-stands. And she had never truly been his type anyways.

'Ah yeah, just re-schedule that then, I don't mind at all! Just make sure we have enough time together, since we haven't had time to catch up on things recently, if you know what I mean.' She had sent, a week ago; exactly the timeframe you had started to distance yourself. He knew he shouldn't look into it, but then again- this was his business too. He had the right to know.

'Sure? I can give you an appointment at around 4 PM then, so you'll be the last one. Would that be okay with you? Again, sorry for re-scheduling on such short notice.' You had written, and Jungkook can't decide if you had been oblivious to her implication (which was bullshit), or if you were simply too polite to call her out. But it's the next messages that make him fume.

'Again, no troubles. As I said, I only care that its Jungkookie, I don't really trust anyone else with my body that way ;). 4 PM is perfect, you guys still close at around 6 PM right? He's got skilled hands, I'm sure we don't need much more time, if you know what I mean.' she has the audacity to write.

But its your answer that makes him fume.

'Good to know.'

"Jungkook?" You say, looking at the screen, as you suddenly dash forwards, trying to shut the screen off- as if that would make any difference. But he catches your wrist with ease, holding it in his palm as he looks at you.

"Do you think I'm sleeping with her?" He asks, and you try to escape his grasp; and he lets you, staying at your workspace however as he keeps you locked in place with his gaze. "Y/N." He urges, making you look away from him.

"It's none of my business." You say, shrugging. "I.. No, it's-" You start, but he cuts you off.

"No, finish that sentence. 'No' what?" He says, and you've never heard him talk like that.

"I just.. didn't think you'd.. do that." You meekly say, murmuring it as he tilts your head gently upwards to look at him; his face now more relaxed as he softly smiles.

"That's good that you think that way." He tells you. "Because I don't do that at all." He says. "She likes to start drama all the time- was probably bitter I turned her down so much. You know what?" He suddenly says, turning towards the screen as he clicks to change the account, opening his own Inbox as he starts to write an E-Mail.

'Appointment is cancelled, be glad I'm not suing you for defamation. JK.'

"Jungkook-" You say, trying to get him not to send it- but it's already gone. "Why would you do that? Just because I misunderstood?" You whine, and he chuckles, shutting down the system as he looks at the clock, signaling that it's closing time.

"No." He says. "But because I don't want her around anyways, and this gives me a proper reason." He tells you, ruffling your hair as he looks at you. "You coming?" He asks, and you nod, taking your bag and coat before following him out the shop.

In the car, you finally speak up. "Jungkook?" You ask, and he hums out a reply. "Do you.. think I'm attractive?" You ask, and he clears his throat at the unexpected question.

"I- what?" He asks, unsure what you mean.

"Just.. Namjoon said, that he thinks you.. see me as a friend only? Because I'm nothing like the girls you dated before.. If I misunderstood something here then Oh my god-" You start to ramble, and Jungkook laughs suddenly.

"You think I'm not into you?" He asks, and you shrug. "Of course I want to fuck you doll." He casually comments, and you can't help but feel your cheeks redden. "Wait- did you really think I didn't?" He asks, face showing genuine horror as he looks over at you.

"I mean.. you never really initiated anything so I thought.." You started, and he groans out.

Thank god you're staying the night.

"Looks so pretty, does it?" He hums out, palm running over the tattoo on your thigh, delicate lines and well-placed shadings complimenting the colors perfectly. "You know why I love it most?" He starts, hand suddenly gripping the flesh for a moment, before he pulls you closer on his lap by the small of your back. "Because that's mine." He says, before he leans in, placing an open mouthed kiss against your pulse. "The ink that's under your skin, the design, the idea-" He mumbles against your skin. "And the body it's drawn on." You whine at his tone, dark and low, as he urges you back and forth on his clothed thigh- your panties suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "Isn't it like that, baby?" He asks, and you nod, furiously, and he chuckles. "Hm, you seem out of breath baby.." He grins at you, like a predator.

"Jungkook.." You whine, not knowing what you're asking for.

He wordlessly moves, helping you lay down on his bed before he crawls over you, his lips instantly attached to the skin of your neck, hands helping you out of your dress wordlessly, as he can't help but let his gaze linger on your body for a moment. "I can't believe that-" He says, pulling off your overknee socks. "-you'd ever think of yourself anything less than perfect." He says, placing a gentle kiss to the colorful image now forever placed under your skin by his skilled hands. He continues to display his affection over your skin, wandering over your stomach up to your chest, where he playfully bites just above your breast. He struggles with the front of your bra for a second, unsure how to open the undergarment without breaking it, as you help a little; letting them spring free. But only for a moment.

Because in the next, he's got them in his hands, palms gently moving over them, feeling their softness as he groans. "You're so sweet." he comments, as he finally kisses your lips, smile interrupting him every now and then. "So soft." Another kiss. "So delicate." Another one. "And all mine, yeah?" He asks, and you nod, smiling as he grins back, the expression making him look so young and carefree you can't help but wonder how anyone could ever think he's a bad man.

He's anything but.

He's so careful touching you, so delicate in moving his palms over your skin, as if its the most divine thing he's ever felt. He's still smiling, as if in a trance, while he can't stop kissing you. Your hands move into his hair- way softer than you thought it would be, and he groans into your mouth at the feeling of your fingers running over his scalp.

There's no urgency in anything he does.

He slowly moves again, hands opening your legs for him as he sits back on his heels, playfully pulling you closer by the backs of your knees, making you giggle. "You sound so sweet baby." He tells you, innocently, as if he's not currently placing his hand onto your center, ring finger collecting your already leaking wetness before he spreads it, moving his thumb over your most sensitive bundle of nerves while his ring finger enters you slowly. You whine at the feeling, not enough to get you as riled up as you'd like to be. Also; this is the first time you're genuinely experiencing foreplay. You don't know what to do- and Jungkook seems to pick up on that. "You good?" He asks, and you nod.

"I.." You say, breathless as he tilts his head, smile still present on his lips. "What should I do?" You ask, as his eyes widen.

"You?" He wonders, before he stops for a moment. "Don't tell me- this is your first time?" He asks, now genuinely worried he might've gone too fast.

"No.." You admit. "But uhm.. no one's ever, like.. you know, what you're doing.." You say, and that's when it clicks for him.

What kind of guys did you date before him that never gave you any attention like this? He's upset by it, but also weirdly cheered on by that simple fact; it gives him even more reason to make sure you'll get the most out of it. "Ah, I see.." He humms out, letting another finger stretch your entrance for him. "..well, I'm not like that." He explains, before he moves, face now close to your center- and you're unsure what he's going to do. "Trust me." He says, mumbles out, before his tongue places itself flat onto your clit, licking painfully slow as you move your hands over your mouth, trying to keep your noises in. "nuh-uh baby." He scolds, free hand pulling yours away. "Let me hear you." He demands, before he places his mouth back where it was.

Your mind is completely blank at this moment, the only thing you can really concentrate on being Jungkook, working you up so quickly you feel dizzy. It's new, and it's a little weird- but it's more than anything you've ever experienced before. And it brings you towards your end so suddenly you suddenly gasp out, back arching off the mattress as you grab at the sheets below, one hand grasping for Jungkooks, who lets you ride out your high to its fullest. "So pretty." He comments after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, smiling at your blissed out state.

"Kook-" You say, moving as you sit up, less shy now that your brain is still clouded by pleasure.

"Ah- you don't have to." He tells you, but you shake your head, and he lets you. He slips out of his clothes, finally bare, and you would've taken time to look at all the different pieces of art decorating his body- if it wasn't for his cock, red and ready in front of you. Usually, you would've let your insecurities and doubts get the best of you. But this was Jungkook. And you wanted to really believe that nothing you would do could ever be judged by him. So there was no hesitation as your hands reached out for him, gently moving, before you took him in, your lips wrapping themselves around his tip, before you moved downwards, fitting as much as you comfortably could. Meanwhile, Jungkook himself was steadying himself with one hand on the mattress, while the other was buried into your hair, his own head thrown back as he closed his eyes.

Of course he had fantasized about this every now and then; but he had never thought you'd actually be comfortable doing it. And even if- nothing he could've imagined would've ever compared to the real deal happening. There was something absolutely mindblowing about the way that you handled him, your sweet and pretty presence looking so divine doing such a sinful act with him. He had to pull you off by your hair, gently, because any more, and he would've been a goner. "G-Good god baby." He chuckles, pushing you a bit so you were on your back again, reaching for his bedside table to search for a condom. "I swear to god if I- HAH!" He tells you in victory, hands making quick work of opening the foil package and wrapping the safety over his length. "I swear I would've run out butt naked to buy one if I wouldn't have found this." He says with a grin, making you laugh.

"That's weird." You comment, and he chuckles, entering you slowly as to not hurt you, his breathing labored as he still kept the lighthearted energy going.

"You think?" He asks, and you nod, giggling as your eyes close, the feeling of him filling you up too good to keep them open. "Hm no." He said breathlessly. "Would've probably put on some pants maybe." He says, before he starts thrusting. "Doesn't matter if it means I'd get to fuck you." He says, and you giggle again.

"Kook!" You scold him, and he still continues to thrust into you, exhaling forcefully as he kisses your neck.

"What?" He whines high pitched as if to imitate you.

"Be serious!" You tell him, but can't help your own smile either.

"Oh, why though?" He says. "We're making love, not war baby." He whispers into your ear, and you still laugh at it.

"I can't believe you!" You complain playfully, moaning out when he suddenly thrusts with more force, obscene noises now interrupting you two as he picks up his pace, clenching his jaw.

"And-" He starts. "I can't believe how fucking good you feel." He presses out, hand now reaching between the two of you as he brings you towards an earth-shattering orgasm, making you mewl as you can feel yourself bursting. "Good girl!" He praises, watching as you squirt all over him, his own orgasm hitting him soon after as he grunts out, finally slowing down until he stills completely, his mouth attached to your neck to place gentle kisses and teasing bites near your pulse point.

"I love you." He mumbles out, and your eyes sting.

Because yeah, you love him- you absolutely do, but hearing it from him, hearing it in such an honest and warm-hearted tone, having this final proof of his own feelings towards you, makes you emotional. "Baby, why're you crying?" He chuckles out of breath, wiping your tears as you smile, and finally look at him with glossy eyes.

"Cause I love you too." You say. "So much."

And he can't help but grin at you.

You really are the sweetest thing.

You watch as Hana walks out of Taehyungs studio, arm wrapped up in clear foil as she walks towards your counter, pulling out her purse. "Taehyung agreed on 345." She says, until Taehyung yells another number out of his studio, making her eyes roll. She wasn't supposed to come back- but Taehyung had agreed to finish her piece at least. "Alright, here you go." She says, watching as you counted the money. "Does Jungkook work today?" She asks, and you nod. "I'm just gonna go say hi then. You can finish the receipt yeah?" She says overly sweet, and you're about to tell her that Jungkook doesn't want anyone entering without his permission, but he's already walking out his studio, black sweater and silver necklaces on full display as he walks towards you. "Jungkookie!" Hana exclaims, but her face drops almost chomically as she watches Jungkook walk up behind you, placing a kiss on your bare shoulder as he looks over it onto your screen.

"Oh, looks like I'm done for the day. You need anything Hana?" He asks innocently, one hand on your desk while the other rests on your chair behind your back.

"I- just wanted to apologize for uhm.. the emails. I didn't know you'd read them." She says, and you slowly close all programs, while Jungkooks humms out something.

"Yeah, I figured." He says, before he shakes his head. "As I said, I'm letting it go. No hard feelings." He says, shrugging, before he walks towards his studio again, stopping in his tracks for a second. "Ah, baby, can you text Jin-Hyung and ask him if we can come now? I'm actually starving I swear." He says, and you nod with red cheeks, pulling out your phone.

"Huh." Comes from Hana, as she takes the receipt from you. "I honestly.. would've never thought." She mumbles, before she simply leaves, without any more words.

Yeah. You would've honestly never thought either.

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