#christmas makes me chonky

[sundove88]

Countdown to Christmas- Day 5- Fettuccine Cookie and Dark Cacao Cookie @sam-rexian and @localanimeidiot

Day 5 gives us Fettuccine Cookie as she walks across the Cookie Kingdom looking for people to talk to and to see new holiday traditions. Here she’s encountered Dark Cacao Cookie, who is in the middle of decorating his vacation home for the holidays.

I decided to make him appear very chonky on the outside- but believe me, there’s a mix of muscle and gut beneath that hanbok!

#countdown to christmas #my art #digital art #cookie run #cookie run Ovenbreak #crob #cookie run kingdom #crk #fettuccine cookie #dark cacao cookie #guess someone’s being intrigued by local holiday traditions!! #I wonder what else our mummy baby will encounter!

[besthimbomachine]

my love when it counted. 04

summary: The company Christmas party rolls around and when Kenny sees you with a certain cowboy by your side, he can't stop the jealousy from burning within him. Returning to his usual plan, he tries to avoid you, but can't keep his eyes from going back to your form. However, just as he is about to leave, something else happens that shakes his night completely. pairing: kenny omega x reader word count: 8346 warning: there be high consumption of alcohol in this one, nothing way too intense but there is some drunkenness chonky boy, good thing I managed to keep it down to around 8K cause that's my cap. we got a bit of stuff happening in this one but I hope it doesn't feel like too much. thank you everyone for coming this far with me, leave your feedback and what not, I'm really always happy to have you all here!

04.

The minute you stepped foot out of the cab, a sharp pain shot up your ankle, almost breaking your smile into a grimace. You wouldn’t let it, though, not right now. The poor excuse for a joint could flare up all it wanted tomorrow, but right now you were trying to look your best for the company Christmas party. It was going to be your first at AEW, and you weren’t just about to let some dumb, unlucky fall fuck it up for you. You were tougher than that.

“You alright there?” Adam’s drawl breaks through the chilly night air, hitting your ears almost hearty and smooth as he extends his hand to help you out.

You look back up at him, fixing your smile again as you take his offer, putting your weight on his warm and strong grip as he pulls you up. When you finally stand, there is not much more than a hand of distance from the two of you. The air between you feels warm from his breath, and it smells like his perfume, tobacco and honey, and you can’t tell why, but it seems fitting the cowboy would smell like this. 

“Guess I’m still feeling this week’s match,” you laugh, and he follows suit, sound enveloping the space as he nods in understanding, “but thanks, I’m gonna be fine.” 

With a sunny smile, Adam nods to you once more, relief washing through your body when he doesn’t press you further. He had been serving as great company so far, you were both staying at the same hotel and he’d offered to leave with you for the party together and share a cab - an offer you were happy to accept. The man was a welcomed mix of familiarity with something new, back in Japan you generally didn’t spend much time together - at least not without Kenny around - so you only got to know him more now. And sure, you weren’t completely blind to his less conspicuous interests, but it’s not like you minded.

Adam removes his hand from yours and for a moment you miss its warmth. Though, he soon places it on the small of your back, heating the skin through the clothes as he ushers you inside the doors to the building where the party was being held. He makes chit chat with you as you walk down the halls and stop to leave your bag at the entrance. Soon, the both of you pass through another set of large doors, finally being met with the vast hall that actually housed the event.

The inside of the hall was warm and brightly lit with multiple decorative lights. Their colorful glow bathed the place in what you could only describe as a very holiday feeling aura. One that was only reinforced by the absolutely immense Christmas tree decorating one corner of the place. It almost reached the ceiling, and you wondered if it was even legal to cut down a tree this big - and, you assumed, this old. Well, it must have been, and regardless, the thing now stood as the centerpiece of the event, long branches heavily decorated in ornaments, lights, and fake snow. A far more beautiful and welcoming sight compared to the plastic trees you'd seen in the arena on your previous show.

It wasn't long into the party when you arrived, but the place was already full enough that the voices and noise of clinking glass and laughter could be heard under the beat of the music. The center of the vast hall stood empty of tables or chairs, a few people dancing around the space already as you arrived - you assumed the number would grow as the night went on and alcohol did its thing. Surrounding that there were scattered tables with seating for multiple people and a few separate armchairs.

To both of your sides stood large and long food tables, with all sorts of dishes laid over their deep red table cloths. As you entered, you could see waiters passing by you with water and all sorts of non-alcoholic looking beverages. On the opposite wall from the entrance stood the bar. Of course, anything without alcohol was free, but the alcohol you'd have to pay for. A classic, you didn't love it, but you knew it was the smartest choice for a company to make.

Adam's hand trails from the small of your back to your shoulder slowly as he leans in close to your ear. You can feel his hot breath against your neck as he speaks, the deep drawl of his voice having a shudder running through your spine as you hear his smooth baritone calling your name. The sound feels almost soothing on your skin. You look up at him, and he is so close, inviting blue eyes pulling you in as his face stands inches from your own.

"Already this full, huh? They really went all out this time," he laughs, and you follow suit, sharing in the warmth of the sound. "Listen, I have some people I need to talk to, mind if we split now and meet again later?"

He winks at you and something bubbles under your skin, a smile coming to your lips. "Sounds fine by me," you nod at him and he thanks you, squeezing your shoulder before he is off somewhere else.

Alone now, you let your hunger get the best of you, making your way to one of the food tables before you even thought of talking to anyone. If it looked full from far away, it looked even more from up close. The thing was stacked with all sort of winter foods and decorated with fake candles and elaborate flower arrangements. Just as you were making a plate for yourself, though, you heard Nick's voice calling from behind you.

"Well, well, look at who is here on time? Arriving in the first hour of the party? Surprising," Nick teased you in a cheerful tone as you turned to him, one of his arms hugging you around the shoulders as he held a plate in the other hand. "Though, did you just come for the food?"

"Look at who is talking," you laughed, pointing at his own full plate as you slapped his free arm.

"Hey, I'm taking this for the wife," he retorts in feigned offense before laughing alongside you, "you should come see her, you know. Find our table and come say hi before you go spend your evening with your date."

"Shut it, Nick," you roll your eyes, slapping him in the arm again as he smirks at you, his undertones fare more clear than you'd like, "I don't have a date. You are blowing things out of proportion."

Just as he is about to reply, you both hear another voice call your name, this time it's a clear feminine tone breaking through the noise of the crowd. Nick is quick to quiet down as you both see Willow Nightingale approaching, a bright and cheerful smile adorning her face as she throws an arm around your shoulders. You swallow thick, hoping she hadn't heard what Nick said, and you wouldn't have to be explaining anything.

"I hadn't seen you here yet, did you just arrive now?" Willow's words come in the sweetest tone as she speaks to you before turning to Nick. "What you two up to?"

"Just congratulating her for being here on time. You know, she has a bit of a track record for being late for things," you shake your head as Willow just looks in your direction, laughing as Nick raises an eyebrow. "I was also telling her she has to pass by my table, gotta see my wife. You haven't seen each other since your debut here, months ago."

You make to respond, but Willow is faster, the arm around your shoulders tightening a bit as she brings your body closer to hers. "I'll remind her of that, Nick, I give you my word," she straightens up her back, mocking a salute Nick's way before continuing. "But right now, I'm gonna have to drag her away, 'cause she said she'd be here fifteen minutes ago."

You bite your lower lip, brows creasing as you try to make your best pleading eyes to Willow. It was possible that you may have gotten a bit distracted by the large and comfortable bathtub in your hotel room - just maybe. You simply weren't the best with punctuality, something that didn't really change over the years. Shit, at least it was just fifteen minutes this time. Nick openly laughs at your situation as Willow looks at you in judgment, waving a hand at you both before he turns around and makes his way to his table. Just as Nick is out of earshot, Willow turns to you with mischief tainting her usually soft eyes. You could already guess what she'd say before she even did it.

"Now," she starts in an almost whisper, "before you go anywhere, did I just see you arriving with a certain blond cowboy?"

It had been something over two hours since Kenny arrived at the party when he saw you. Honestly, he was expecting to go a bit longer without this inevitability happening, seeing how he’d arrived early at the event. Matt had helped organize things, and Kenny wanted to be there for his friend from the start. And he had wanted to buy himself more time before he’d have to start plotting what parts of the party to avoid so everyone - including himself - could have a fine enough time. 

Well, so long to that now.

Sipping from his soda, Kenny tried his best to keep his eyes away from your form. But he knew he was fighting a loosing battle. Your image had some sort of magnetic pull on him - and they made visions from that fateful video he’d recently find pop back into his mind. You looked beautiful. Gorgeous even. A sight to behold in true splendor as he watched you laughing in cheerful joy alongside Willow Nightingale. It had been a while since he’d seen you laugh so earnestly, and Kenny was ashamed to admit it brought warmth to his heart. You were more beautiful when you were laughing than any other time. Though, as he looked you over again, a bothersome worry took home in his mind.

Kenny had seen you taking quite an ugly fall on the last show, you’d managed to salvage what you could of the move, not letting the audience know how bad it had been, but he still could tell. Besides, from what he gathered of the backstage talk, the ring-side doctor hadn’t been all too happy with the looks of your ankle, something about being twisted and it being safer to immobilize. So, what he was expecting when you appeared at the party was to see you at least in a brace. And yet, he saw no brace at all.

Sure, he wasn’t a doctor, and he hadn’t seen you walking around just yet to try and guess if you were truly ok. But it still didn’t sit right with him. Maybe it was because he clearly remembered you being too proud and careless with your body, constantly pushing it beyond its limits. A crime Kenny himself had committed, and paid the steep price for. He watched you like a hawk as you held conversation with Willow, intently observing your fidgeting and posture until you two finally moved, walking towards one of the tables.

“Staring? Seriously, Kenny?” Matt’s voice snapped through the background noise of the party, pulling Kenny’s eyes towards him.

“It’s not,” Kenny grunted, Matt looking straight at him, eyebrows raised in mocking incredulity. “Listen,“ he looks towards you again, voice low and quiet, “didn’t she take a bad fall on her ankle last show?”

Matt looked in your direction, keeping silent for a moment before he answered Kenny’s question, not even looking back at him. “Yeah, now that you mention it,” he trailed off, squinting at your form as you walked.

Kenny nodded to him, muttering something about you being stubborn. This time the man had a reason, Matt did remember you’d taken quite the dangerous fall earlier in the week. The ring-side doctor had wanted you in a brace, that much he’d heard, but he didn’t really know the details. All he knew is that it looked ugly, and if it had been him, he’d probably be in the damn brace.

“Hmm,” he muttered, more to himself than to Kenny, “I really thought she’d be in -” Matt cut his words off as soon as he noticed where you were going. Or rather, to whom. “Well, maybe she is fine, and we’re just overreacting, come on.”

Matt tried to take Kenny’s attention away from you the minute he noticed you’d left Willow and were making a beeline to Adam Page. Sure, he imagined his friend had already noticed that Adam had been acting pretty friendly towards you for a little while now. Kenny wasn’t dumb, but Matt thought it’d be better to just keep him away from witnessing the thing himself. The last thing anyone needed right now was for the tenuous peace between you to be broken.

Too bad Kenny had already noticed the scene.

When Kenny saw the direction you were walking in, something in him froze. Hangman. You were making your way to Hangman Adam Page. The cowboy had been a common sight around you, he knew. You often prepared for matches together, he knew. The two of you had become fast friends, he knew. He was well aware of everything, he wasn’t blind, but the sight still had the air in his lungs turning to ice in the blink of an eye.

He watched as Adam greeted you with an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer as you two laughed at something. Spying in silent pain as you two fell into step together, the cowboy’s hand soon slipping to the small of your back as you walked towards the bar. To Kenny, his interests were clear as day. Especially because he’d been aware of them since way back in New Japan. 

Adam had taken a shine to you even before you had started dating Kenny. However, the man had been too slow and when Kenny started dating you, he knew better than to tempt fate. It was an ugly thing to admit, but even if Adam tried nothing through your entire relationship, he still sparked a burning jealousy in Kenny whenever he showed up. It was wrong, he knew, and it was worse now, sensing the remnants of that feeling coming back to life. A scowl slowly forming on his face.

“Come on, Kenny” Matt shook his shoulder, strong grip pulling him out of his thoughts, “let’s go check up on Nick.” 

Kenny knew what Matt was trying to do, gaze almost begging him to just leave it be and go do something else. The hand on his shoulder remained there, holding strong until Kenny nodded, eyes lingering on you and Adam before he turned around. If his jealousy was wrong before, he had absolutely no right to it now, and he knew. He could acknowledge the lingering feeling, but he wouldn’t feed it - least he’d fall into old behaviors. So he turned around, following Matt to see wherever Nick was. Making a quiet promise to himself that he’d try not looking your way anymore for the night.

The warmth of Adam’s large hand once again heats the skin in the small of your back, warmth spreading through the fabric of your clothes. He keeps you close by as you both maneuver through the people in the direction of the bar, hand slipping to hold onto your side as you pass a specially narrow space. You can feel his clothes ruffling against yours as your hips brush against his and your shoulder pushes against his side. 

It was a space you could have easily passed in a line, but you weren’t about to complain. Not when his strong grip dug into your skin in the most delicious way. And not in the least when you enjoyed so much the smell of his perfume and the way his body warmed yours so completely. His touch bringing goosebumps as his fingers trailed from your side to the small of your back.

“So,” Adam’s deep voice reached your ears just as your hands touched the cold marble of the bar, “what we drinking?”

You looked at him, eyes meeting his own just as he leaned on the hard counter, shooting a gorgeous smile your way. The hand that was on your back now holding onto the pockets of his pants. Mirroring his pose, you raised an eyebrow before responding. “We?”

“Well,” he paused, a small laugh escaping his beautiful lips before he shrugged his shoulders, “though I’d match you for now. And my treat, of course.”

“Adam, you really don’t need to,” you replied.

“But I want to,” Adam’s words were earnest as they spilled from his mouth, he paused in silence for a second waiting for your answer, when he saw your hesitation he pushed again, “come on.”

“Yeah,” you shook your head before accepting, turning your body to the front again and fully resting your forearms on the cold marble, “if it’s my pick, we are having a highball then.”

Well, it seemed you were in the presence of a gentleman cowboy. To be honest, you thought Adam’s attempts at chivalry funny, if not endearing. It was not something you really cared about, but it seemed to fit well into that aura he had about him. It also probably helped that he had those gorgeous blue eyes that stirred something within you with an ease you wouldn’t admit. Anyway, you hoped he’d prove to be great company for the night. And who knows, maybe tomorrow you wouldn’t have to wake up in your own hotel room.

Time passed by pretty fast as you were with Adam. And sure, the alcohol certainly helped it feel like that. But it’s not like it could have done the job all by itself. The man had a magnetic charm that kept pulling you towards him at all time, and his company was definitely a highlight of the night. When you first saw him again, on the day of your debut for AEW, you thought he looked like something straight out of a barbie movie. Just a pretty dumb blonde, and you'd had your fair share of these already. Though, he quickly proved you wrong, and now he had you interested.

You’d spent a good part of your evening with him. Talk about one thing turned into talk about another with the ease of a well trained dance. You’d trade looks and light - sometimes accidental - touches with each other more than you’d had in any of your previous interactions. Sure, the fair amount of alcohol was helping along with that too, working as the social lube that eased the movement along. You’d say you were pretty enthralled by the whole game if it weren’t for the damn pain starting to rise in your ankle. And you were a bit drunk now too, that wasn’t helping.

At some point in the night, you and Adam had gotten into something of a drinking game - you wouldn’t even want to call it a competition per se. It wasn’t quite so much an open and clear thing, but Adam had teased you about your taste in drinks and you didn’t take teasing too lightly. He probably wasn’t aware, since you’d spend very little time around each other back in Japan, but you were something of a heavy drinker. An old habit that a few times saw you needing Kenny’s help to haul your intoxicated ass back to safety. But most of the time you were fine, out drinking a lot of the guys in your group. So, you weren’t willing to let the sweet talking blonde do you dirty like that.

But maybe this time you just might have bitten off a bit more than you could chew. Perhaps it was because Adam was some sort of bottomless pit for alcohol, or perhaps the pain you were feeling was making you weaker, but you seemed to be a bit more affected by the drinking than he was. And he clearly was affected, but he was still gulping the beer down like nothing and you had started feeling like calling it a night.

You were drunk, tired and in pain from your ankle, and all that was starting to take its toll on you. Between staying in the - standing room only - counter of the bar and being taken to dance by Adam, your hurt joint seemed to be getting a bit more action than it wanted. You had managed to take a break and find an empty pair of armchairs for you and him now, but the thing was still complaining. No matter how well you tried to pretend it wasn’t. 

Rubbing your ankle lightly through your boots, you caught Adam returning with your beers from the corner of your eye, quickly wiping the grimace from your face. You at least wanted to save face about this - at least in front of the guy you had spent the whole night flirting with. He quickly sat down on the empty chair, handing your cup to you with that perpetually bright smile. In turn, you shot the best one you could muster - you’d salvage at least your pride, even if you couldn’t fully have what you wanted from the night.

“Really, Kenny?” Matt sighed loudly again as he looked at his friend, sulking in a quiet corner as he stared in your direction. “Try not to bore a hole through them while I’m out, okay?”

Kenny shook his head, breaking his eyes from you and towards Nick, who was looking at him with a mix of pity and judgment that felt deeply offensive. “You leaving already?”

“No strength to keep on this time, man, I’m dying to fall asleep. Sorry, I’m gonna have to leave you alone,” he paused for a beat, eyes glancing in your direction for a split moment before coming back to Kenny, “and hope you survive.”

Matt pulled Kenny into a hug, wrapping his arms around his friend’s shoulder and holding strong for a second before letting go. Part of him wanted to stay, help Kenny not do something so self destructive as spying on his ex girlfriend and the guy she was flirting with, but he was exhausted. He’d chosen to leave now exactly because the man had stayed very well behaved through the night, so to see him slipping right as Matt was about to go home had him worried. Though, worry still couldn’t beat his need to sleep right now.

“I’m gonna be fine,” Kenny paused, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to convince Matt or himself, “I should be going soon enough too, just talk to a few more people and get on my way home.”

“Sounds good,” Matt replied, trying to sound as confident as possible, but Kenny could feel the uncertainty and disbelief through his friend's voice, “just take care ok?”

With that, Matt left, and Kenny was alone in the vast hall, hands in his pockets as he fidgeted in tension. Matt was right to be judging him, he knew he shouldn’t be doing this. He knew, but something burnt in the back of his head, something that wasn’t exactly his jealousy. As his eyes turned back to you - despite his friend’s best advice - his brows furrowed in tension. He was certain you looked to be in pain. With Adam having returned to his seat, Kenny couldn’t get a perfectly good look to be sure, but even from distance he could tell you were in pain. And what pissed him off more was how Adam didn’t even seem to notice.

You’d spent probably about another hour just sitting, drinking, and talking - and flirting - with Adam when his Dark Order friends appeared. You couldn’t tell if you were annoyed at how loud they were, upset they cut your flirting short, or happy to catch a break from the drinking when they barged into your conversation out of the blue. They were all clearly drunk too, and soon enough they started dragging a profusely apologetic Adam away in the direction of the bar. You told him it was fine and you could talk more later, just as they pulled him from his chair and went on their way.

The minute they were out of sight, you extended your legs, breathing in a deep sight of relief as you relaxed your pained muscles. The ankle was hurting badly and you were pissed off at the whole thing, trying with all your might to shove the pain to the back of your head as you got up. Though, the moment you were on your feet a new problem appeared as a spinning dizziness took over your senses. Still, you really needed to go to the bathroom and no pain or vertigo would be able to stop you. 

Kenny was on the back hallway, on his way to the parking lot so he could go home, when he saw you ahead, walking slowly into the darkened corridors. You hadn’t seen him, and for a second he considered just letting you go your way before he went his. Though, that all went astray when he noticed your uncertain gait, a slight stumble that had him on alert. You had been drinking all night with the cowboy, so you were certainly drunk. However, he couldn’t be sure if that was just the alcohol, or if your ankle was actually hurt too. Either way, worry got the best of his mind, and before he could stop it, his feet were carrying him to you. 

“Hey there,” he approached you from behind, holding your arm as you stumbled to the side, before you could reach the wall, “you alright?”

His voice registered in your head before the warmth of his large hand could, a shiver running down your spine at the surprise interruption. You didn’t realize how close Kenny was until you turned to the side, his large blue eyes staring deep into your soul. On instinct, you took one step back before wincing, pain flaring up your ankle again. His brows furrowed and his other hand came to your shoulder, steadying you in place. His hands heated the space they touched, and you could feel your heart racing for a second before you found your words again.

“I’m fine,” you slurred out the words, pulling your arm from him in an almost swaying motion, the hand on your shoulder following suit and releasing you, “what are you, my caretaker?”

Kenny stifled a laugh at your reaction, he knew you’d probably not be happy with him around, but even in your state, you were still too proud to admit you weren’t fine. Some things just don’t change over time, and for some reason that thought put his heart at ease. Standing so close to you now, he could feel your perfume, you smelled like chocolate and roses, yet another thing that hadn’t changed since New Japan. Though, even under the strong sweet notes, he could still smell the remnants of beer on you.

“No,” Kenny spoke softly, looking over your clearly bewildered form, “but you don’t really seem fine,” he pauses for a second as you roll your eyes and huff in his direction. “I mean, you are clearly drun-”

“Oh,” you cut him off, hands coming to your waist as you shot him your best death glare, which with half lidded eyes and a slurred voice wasn’t much, “you controlling how much I drink now?”

Kenny takes a deep breath in, frustration building up in him but still not drowning his worries. “Nope, I’m more worried about that ankle.”

“I’m fine,” you repeat your words, but your unsteady voice does nothing to reinforce the message. Kenny can clearly see you get on the defensive when he motions to your feet, and if what he knew of you was still true, he could clearly see through your lie. “I don’t need you to babysit me.”

Before he can protest, you turn on your good heel, stepping towards the stairs ahead with a level of certainty only alcohol can give. You move to descend the short flight of steps, but the moment your feet hits the first one, your ankle gives away. To your dazed mind, it all happens in a flash. You let out a small yelp in surprise and next thing you know, a pair of strong arms wraps around your torso, pulling you away from the incoming ground. 

You feel your back hitting Kenny’s large chest, the warmth of his body spreading through yours like water, flowing into every part it touches. His hands hold tight to your sides as his arms pull your body into his. You hear him grunt, a deep and rough sound right against your ear, hot breath fanning on your neck and causing goosebumps down your spine. 

A dizziness takes over your mind, and you can’t tell if it’s from your feet not touching the ground or if it’s his scent taking over your senses. He smells like coffee and wood and the slightest bit of leather, almost like a coffee shop in the morning. It seems so different from what you were used to, just the leather remaining from his New Japan days, the only connective tissue to a time that felt so distant.

“Hey, no hush now,” Kenny laughs against your skin, descending the stairs in long strides, two steps at a time and in a moment he is done, slowly putting you back on the floor.

His arms didn’t leave your body until he was sure you were steady on your foot, and even then Kenny still hoovered close by in case you’d fall again. Or so he told himself. Yes, he was worried about you, and he was truly trying to help, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t enjoyed having you in his arms again. He’d be lying he said that having his lips so close to your neck and your ass so close to his crotch didn’t have an effect on him. But now the moment was gone, he wouldn’t dwell on it, and he was still left worrying about you.

Kenny watches as you slowly come out of your daze, body swaying slightly as you found your ground. He couldn’t blame you, you were pretty drunk, and he was sure almost falling to the floor hadn’t helped in any way. It’s a long moment before life comes back to your eyes, you rub one hand against your temple and Kenny can only imagine that the alcohol was already working its undesirable side effects on you. Steadying your breath, you blink rapidly a few times before turning back to him, your beautiful eyes still transpiring some confusion and pain. Once more, he finds himself wanting to hold you, but he knew you’d find no safety in his touch.

“Thank you,” your words come in an almost whisper, like they were a secret shared between the two of you.

“It’s nothing,” he replies, voice as soft as his blue eyes, he knows he has concern written all over his face, clear for anyone to see, even as he takes a step back to give you more space. “You know that’s not good, right?”

He gestures with his eyes to your ankle, and you’d be surprised by the gentleness in Kenny’s quiet tone if you weren’t so annoyed by his insistence. And by the voice in the back of your mind reminding you that he was right. But you didn’t want him to be.

“Come on, Kenny,” your words lack their usual edge, and you know that, exhaustion and pain overtaking your annoyance at him.

“You just fell from climbing down one step,” Kenny’s voice remains quiet, and somehow it feels wrong. By this point you’d expect the irritation, the strong imposing tone, but not this melodic half whisper. It baffles you in a way that only aggravates more your current sense of confusion.

“And why do you even care?” There is still a slurring to your words, but this time your frustration comes across. Huffing out, you glare at him, but his blue eyes don’t bulge as he stares deep into your soul. It irritates you to no end.

Kenny feels annoyance start to gain ground on his mind, slowly trying to erode his patience. Part of him wants to leave you here, if you don’t want his help then so be it, let your newfound friend deal with this issue. But you were in a vulnerable position, drunk and hurt, and the cowboy was way too many beers in to even notice. So he fights his frustration with your stubbornness - besides, he knew you had a reason not to trust him after all - pushing it to the side as he takes a deep breath in.

“Well,” he pauses, having absolutely no answer he knew you’d like to hear, jumping to whichever one comes to his mind, trying his best to keep his voice calm and low, “we are supposed to be colleagues, right? I’m sorry, but in our profession that's what colleagues do, take care of each other.”'

“Don’t give me that flack,” you roll your eyes again, turning around and braving through the pain as you start making your way towards the bathroom.

“I’m sorry if you can’t believe that I care, but I do,” Kenny has to stifle a laugh again, still finding humor in how headstrong you were. 

He watches your unsteady gait for a moment before following suit, reaching your side in just a few long strides. You were walking slowly, an unnatural sway to your movement. Kenny could tell you were fighting both the pain and the alcohol in your system. It was difficult to watch as you struggled through what seemed to be a loosing battle. 

“I saw your fall last show,” he continues, voice tainted by his worry as he tries to make you come to reason, “you saved face, but it was botched. Matt said the doctor wanted you immobilized, I know that under those boots your ankle is badly twisted.”

“It’s not that bad,” you turn to him for a second, half lidded eyes meeting his annoyed gaze before you turn forward again, “I’m gonna be fine.”

Kenny shakes his head and you bring a hand to your temple, mumbling something he can’t understand before your step falters and you stumble in his direction. His reflexes are quicker though, and before you can lose your footing he extends his arm to you, your hand finding the exposed skin of his forearm. His other hand finds your shoulder again, pushing you to back into balance slowly with a gentle grip. It all goes by in a moment, and you seem to barely register it as you keep on walking, free hand touching the wall beside you for purchase.

“Oh no,” he grunts, soft tone holding a tint of mockery, keeping pace with your sluggish steps, “I think you are way too drunk to make a trustworthy assessment of yourself right now.”

You make a sound of genuine bafflement that has Kenny’s chest shaking in silent laughter at your reaction. “I’m not that drunk,” you look at him like he had offended your honor, but the slurring of your voice and the way you dragged out the word ‘that’ only makes it funnier to him.

“I can’t tell if your stumbling is your ankle or the alcohol,” Kenny’s response comes in a playful tone and he smiles at the pout it brings to your face as you look forward again, “and you are even holding onto my arm for support.”

Kenny’s smug grin is broken by a full laugh as he watches your eyes widen in shock, a small gasp escaping your lips as you hurriedly pull your hand away from his arm. He mouths an apology but keeps on laughing as you pause, eyes fitting him with a mix of irritation and offense. He knows the moment is serious - and he still worries about you - but he can’t help his reaction. It had been so long, but now he was remembering, he’d always found you an amusing drunk.

“Fuck you,” you mumble in his general direction, doing what he could only describe as a power limping your way ahead.

His laughter dies down a little as you both reach the bathroom, looking back at you just to find that annoyed pout in your face again. “How did you even get in that shape anyway?”

You stop to look at him, hand already holding the door open as you rest your shoulder on the door frame. “I was trying to prove a point,” you squint, leaning towards Kenny and he can almost feel your warm breath, “I refuse to be fucking out drank by someone younger than me, let alone someone who looks like he came straight out of a barbie western movie, I didn’t grow up stealing my father’s whiskey for nothing.”

You turn your back to him, letting the door slam as you enter the bathroom. Oh, yes, this whole mess had Adam’s fingers all over it, even more than he’d previously thought. Kenny had never known you to be so bad with your drinking. But you were generally an easily excitable social drinker. You’d want to match whoever you were drinking with - or worse, out drink them - and things could easily escalate from there. This was a bad mix when he took into consideration the cowboy’s less than laudable drinking habits.

Kenny rests his back to the wall just as the door closes, taking a deep breath to quell the burning sensation that had returned to his veins. He knew this was not the moment to be feeling jealous, but the image of Adam flirting so openly with you still brought a knot to his throat. Worse, the thought that maybe the man could have been trying to use alcohol as a fast lane into your pants made him angry and sick to the stomach. Though, this time, something else burned alongside his jealousy and rage. 

He had known the cowboy to be a flirt - and sure, Kenny didn’t think you needed his protection or that you’d be looking for a relationship just because you were flirting back. However, he’d expect the man to at least not be so careless towards the person before him. It was hard to believe he couldn’t notice the state of your ankle - at least while he was sober - and despite your stubbornness, the right thing to do would be offering to help. And yet, here he was, with you drunk and no Adam in sight.

Shaking his head, Kenny tries to purge Adam from his brain, willing his mind to remember that adorable annoyed pout you’d shot his way just seconds earlier. “Oh,” a slight amusement returns to his tone as turns his face to the wall, voice louder now so you could hear it on the other side, “you were trying to out drink the cowboy. Word of advice, I don’t even think he has a liver anymore, so you really don't wanna win this competition.”

There is a moment of pause before Kenny hears your voice coming from the other side, confusion and annoyance spilling through your tone. “Wait, why are you still here? I’ve entered the bathroom, you can go.”

He laughs, sure you’d be reacting like that, you were still under the impression you could do fine without help. “You are very drunk and very hurt. I’m sorry but I gotta be here to make sure there is someone to help in case you fall, or throw up,” he pauses for a moment, shrugging before he speaks again. “Or both.”

A few seconds of silence goes by before Kenny hears a noise coming from inside the bathroom. It has him on alert, calling out your name as he knocks on the door, then repeating his call when you don’t answer immediately. At least he hadn’t heard any gagging or any other noise that would indicate you were sick, but the situation still has him on the edge.

“I’m ok,” your voice comes muffled from the other side but still brings him a level of relief, it doesn’t last long though. “It was a small miscalculation,” you reassure him as you open the door, but it doesn’t quite work as you stumble once more just as you step out of the bathroom.

Kenny is quick to catch you, your hands falling to his large chest as he steadies you on your feet again. His eyes scan your face as you step on your hurt leg, discomfort clear as day even as you try to minimize it. You hold onto the door frame for support and once Kenny is sure you won’t fall again he drops to look at your ankle. The heavy boots you are wearing don’t let him see much, but as his fingers press against your joint you hiss, and he can feel that something is badly swollen under there.

“Yep,” Kenny responds, voice serious as he gets up again, “that’s it, I’m taking you to your hotel room, can’t really leave you like this.”

You grunt, tone rough from the pain you were trying to mask. “Kenny, it’s fi-”

“Don’t give me an it’s fine,” he cuts you off, any playfulness leaving his voice as he stares directly into his eyes, “I can see it isn’t. Even through the boots, I can tell your ankle is swollen. Listen, if you really want me to drop it, I will, you can stay here. But do you really wanna risk falling out there in the middle of the party? And then risk staying out of the ring for a month?”

There is a long second of a heavy and defeated silence as you avoid his eyes. Kenny knows you don’t want to go with him, you don’t want to accept his help. He wishes he didn’t need to press, to put the both of you in this situation, but there isn’t much that can be done. And he really hopes you don’t force him to leave you alone right now.

“Listen,” you turn your eyes back to him, they are raw and filled with something that he can’t quite tell, a mix of vulnerability, distrust and pain that breaks his heart, “if you are doing this ‘cause you think I’m going to -”

“I don’t think anything,” he breathes in deep, voice falling close to a whisper as his brows form a crease above his shaken blue eyes, “and I know where you are going with this, but hell, I don’t even care if you are going to still hate me after this, I’m not even trying to get you to forgive me, I just wouldn’t feel good with myself leaving you out here drunk and hurt to fend for yourself.”

There is a pause as you consider his words, he can see you swallowing hard and almost touch the weariness that grips at your mind. It hurts him, but he understands where it comes from, and he understands right now isn’t about how he feels. He knows you are well aware of your drunken state, and just how open it leaves you. It’s understandable that you wouldn’t want to be around him right now, but you both have no other choice.

“Look, I know you,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair, “I know you are going to hide this from everyone else. And the only people I trust to help, well,” he pauses for a moment, running a hand over his face as he gestures to the party still going on, “Nick hasn’t noticed shit ‘cause he is spending time with his wife and Matt has already left the building. Fuck, you can still hate me tomorrow when you wake up cozy in your hotel room, but if I leave now and discover later that you got a broken ankle after this party, I’m gonna feel real bad for not helping.”

Kenny is breathing hard as he finishes his words. Part of you doesn’t want to listen, screaming for you to just leave, walk out and make him prove what he meant when he said he’d drop it. But you knew he was right. The pain on your ankle was only getting worse and you were too drunk to be walking around like this right now. You’d seen Nick with his wife, they were happy and you’d rather not cut their good time short. Now, with Matt having already left, it was really only you and Kenny.

You bite your lip, avoiding his eyes for a long second as a heavy stillness hangs over you. Sighing, you look back at him, blue eyes engulfing you in a strange feeling as you nod in agreement. “Ok,” the word is barely a whisper, but Kenny hears it, nodding back to you in acknowledgment.

“Alright then, I got my car in the parking lot,” he responds in a gentle tone, offering a small smile of reassurance.

You try to walk forward, taking slow, tentative steps. But the pain in your ankle flares up again, making you wince as you stumble forward, Kenny’s warm hands catching you by the shoulders. You reach out and hold onto his bicep, trying to steady yourself as you step forward. Still, it helps very little and you wince, grunting in rage at your uncooperative body. Before you can notice it, Kenny lowers his body and you can feel him pull your hand towards his shoulders.

“Come on,” he mutters, urging you to accept his help.

You still take a second to consider before finally giving in. Your ankle hurt and you were tired and all you wanted was for this night to be over. And right now, Kenny was your best bet for that. As much as you hated it, these were the cards you were dealt. You slide your hand over his broad shoulders, holding on as you wait for him to lift you from the side so he could help you walk. Except, he had other ideas.

Kenny pulls you by the hand, swiftly placing your body on his back, arms slung over his shoulders. Lowering himself a bit more, he adjusts you in place before hooking his hands under your knees, pulling your legs up and straightening his posture. With a quick motion, he pulls you up on his back, curving forward not to let you fall. You were still dazed by the alcohol and the sudden shift in position certainly didn’t help, but you still managed to catch your grip on his shoulders as he got up.

“What are you doing?” You almost shrieked as your body shook with the movement, holding tight to his shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt.

“Faster this way,” he said, adjusting the position of your legs around his sides as he began walking towards the doors at the end of the hall, “besides it takes the weight off of your ankle, let’s try not to make it worse.”

“Humiliating,” you mumble, earning a laugh from Kenny that reverberates into your body.

“Well,” he shrugs, pausing for a second as you grunt, “you should have just worn the brace.”

Kenny shrugs a little, and you can feel the movements of every muscle in his broad shoulders. Part of you wants to rebuke him, fight out of his grip, tell him you didn’t need help, but you felt too tired, and your ankle was really hurting after the whole night. He was right, the bastard, and now he was helping you, despite not really having a reason to actually care. Kenny wasn’t exactly the one person you’d think to help, and yet, here he was. However, that was a complex thought that you were too drunk to untangle.

Breathing in, you accept your fate and try to calm down, no use overthinking when the alcohol still had your mind hazy. You relax your grip around his shoulders, fingers releasing their death hold on the soft fabric of his button up. Kenny walks in silence with you on his back, the only sound being his shoes hitting the floor. The quiet has you hyper aware of the warmth of his body against you and the smell of his skin so close to yours. You can feel the movement of the muscles in his back, time his breathes by their rhythmic expansion.

He was larger now than before, broader than back when you were together. It’s not like you hadn’t noticed it, but only now, seeing it from up close, the difference actually downed on you. You could see the way his shirt tightens around his size, fabric stretching over his broad shoulders and thick arms. You could feel his muscles straining under your weight, even though Kenny made carrying you seem effortless.

Getting to the end of the hallway, he pushed one of the double doors open with his feet and stepped off into the parking lot. The air outside felt cold, and though you knew it never bothered Kenny, he still sped up his pace. Soon you were met with his car, he opened the door and unceremoniously dropped you in the passenger seat before heading to the driver’s side.

“Alright,” he spoke softly just as the doors clicked shut, looking at you, one hand gripping the wheel as the other turned the keys, the motor instantly roaring to life, “let’s get you to your hotel then.”

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#kenny omega x reader #kenny omega #kenny omega imagine #kenny omega fanfiction #aew imagine

[music-for-them-asses]

My parents bought me a crochet kit for Christmas, but the yarn and hook are tiny!! I can barely see my stitches, and the hook bends in my vice grip. I got the hang of a chain stitch, but I'm gonna buy a bigger yarn and hook to learn the other stitches. Maybe I'll make a chonky blanket or scarf...

#personal #my tension is too tight too!! Ughghgh #I know that it will take time to perfect holding the yarn and everything but it's a lot harder when it's too tight #crochet

[hamgy]

Meet Ccini!

Merry Christmas to all! I was supposed to make a comic of my top 3 favorite ship....its rare to see but its Geno x Ccino! I made a little lore how they meet and they have a daughter name Ccini and her cute nickname Mocha. Enjoy the baby while I am in process and doing other stuff. Happy holiday!

Geno own by @loverofpiggies

Ccino own by @black-nyanko

Ccino the chonky baby girl by Me

#hamgy #geno sans #ccino sans #undertale #utmv

[yourfriendphoenix]

Okay so in the last 48 hours I have: sold 2 crochet chickens, a baby axolotl, a baby mushroom, and a triceratops. I was gonna replace what I have sold, but instead I have the harrowing tasks ahead of me of making 1 more custom chicken, a shrimp, 2 custom hats and finally, a life-size chonky cat based off of one of my cousins' real cats. All of those need to be done asap since they are all supposed to be done before Christmas and sent out to various places. The chicken and shrimp for example, are being sent all the way to Canada

#phoenix speaks #but at least Im making money. all the stuff I sold yesterday totalled to almost 100 dollars. and the shrimp and cat come out to 108 dollars #so at least theres that #thats like half of my car payment #everything total that is. its a 400 dollar payment

[mamodewberry]

Stampede awakened my love of Trigun and expanded upon it and has inspired me for a new book (probably after my current WIP). I sure love Nightow's "Don't worry about it, it's not that serious" way of storytelling, but it's equally fascinating for Stampede to pull the threads closer and do their best to make sense of the vagueness.

The manga hadn't finished nor made its way to the states when '98 was airing on CN. So when I got the two chonky Dark Horse volumes for Christmas in like 2001/2, I foolishly thought that's all there was for a long time and that the Maximum thing the internet was talking about wasn't a continuation. LOL SILLY ME!

I've recently finished Maximum and it's still full of Nightow being Nightow, but makes me so excited for whatever Stampede S2 is going to go cause you can't even look to the source and know for sure. The strange officially produced AU / Reboot / Prequel thing that Tristamp is. I love it. I love Trigun. And re-experiencing and experiencing with my waifu Gab is great.

#Trigun #Trimax #Tristamp #i had a friend in highschool that claimed vash to the point I felt I couldn't like him lol so I'm just reclaiming him I guess

[sighbergeist]

on Chipper

i was kind of a lonely boy growing up. i was painfully shy and reserved; sensitive, insecure. i never really felt like i fit in anywhere. and being raised catholic certainly didn’t help. i felt like i always had to play pretend in someone else’s skin. or maybe it was less of a desire to fit in and more of an urge born of a soon-to-be record-breaking people-pleasing streak. whatever. either way, i spent a lot of time alone in my own little world. it would have been all too easy for me to turn inward and begin the time-consuming task of self-destruction. but on christmas morning of 2001 (i was 3 going on 4), there came Ripley, the first of a trio of dogs that gave me the possibility to turn outward and create instead of destroy… but this isn't really about me. this is more like a snapshot of something beautiful and innocent in an effort to honor it. i do think i needed to write this, though.

the four of us — we’d run and explore and play make believe all day. kings, queens, knights, ninjas, pokémon, bakugan, my own “-mon” spin off i’d created. i’d write plays and make music videos starring them. the possibilities were endless. exploring forests until we found a road, sliding down the slide one after another, totally slaughtering bad guys, listening to me cry when i felt like i couldn’t to anyone else. i consider myself lucky. they were family to me. Ripley and Trooper left in 2018, and now, Chipper has left as well.

the final addition to the trio, she was this little Catahoula Leopard Dog pup in the corner of the pound on a spring day in 2009. and when she looked at me with her beautiful honey, sad puppy-dog eyes, i immediately spoke up and requested to meet her. her name was Chi — some hippies were moving and couldn’t take their few-month-old puppy with them so they dropped her off at the shelter. hearing that story made me sad, but i was much much happier. she was timid and reserved like me and i instantly made up my mind that she was the dog we’d take home. her shyness didn’t last and she blossomed into a larger-than-life personality. "Chipper" was very fitting.

she was hilarious. she couldn’t keep up with Trooper so she’d grab onto his tail and he’d drag her. she’d drink water by sticking her nose into the bowl and biting. she’d always be on the prowl to pounce on Trooper, so she’d run on top of my dad’s car to get a better view (which i remember having to help wax once - thanks a lot).

she was so goofy, but she was smart and loyal. she knew friend from foe. she was excited to meet every person invited into our home. she only bit someone once — a guy who was casing our house. he never came back. the ups driver also seemed to have a bad aura, but she never bit them. she was patient with the little dogs and would lie down to play at their level. she’d would watch over Ripley like a hawk, but in a lot of cases, he was watching out for her. one story in particular stands out: she was messing with the donkeys and they got tired of it, so they were chasing her—heads and ears down, hot on her tail, mad as hell like rent was due—out of the pasture. Ripley was watching from just beyond the fence the whole time and as the donkeys ran up to stomp her out, he let out the deepest bark i’d ever heard from him (a mini schnauzer). it was like a cartoonish hit-the-breaks moment for the donkeys and Chipper was able to slip under the fence just in time. she was mischievous and, as kiddo-me would say, a little bit ‘evil’ in the best way.

she was adventurous, full of character, beautiful, and spry (though, she was still rather clumsy and became a bit chonky in her later years). but above all, oh boy, was she good. all she ever wanted to do was please you and be near you. she loved so much with her whole wiggly body and wrinkly forehead. she was gentle, friendly, and affectionate. everyone who met her would say they wanted to take her home. some of my friends may know her as Amanda (idk why). she was my dad’s favorite (that’s a big deal). she had i swear to god, you couldn’t train a dog to be any sweeter, and that’s just how she was. she was the best girl…

it stings a little extra now that i am the last of the original crew. i feel this unfillable absence, a constant dull ache in some undefined cavity in my chest. and though my heart breaks and a heaviness pools at the bottom of my throat, i wouldn't trade it for the world because i consider myself lucky far more than i consider myself sad. i'm happy to have shared even a fraction of this little life with them.

today, i generally blanket reject religious institutions. i think my perspective on the cycle of life is probably best summed up by a combination of the first law of thermodynamics and reincarnation. but there is a part of me that remains spiritual. the same part of me that wants only to do good in this world, if only out of rapacity. i hold out belief that there is something beyond this because, selfishly, i want to run with them again. i want to be greeted in an empty cornfield on a perpetually sunny day, untouched by the years and aches that came. there is no doubt in my mind that my unending optimism that there is good in this scary world is because of those three and the moments we shared. all that youth and beauty and innocence and love won’t be wasted on me.

so, the trio is reunited. i hope i’ll join them one day, in some way or another. rest in peace, Chippie. i’ll miss you. i love you, good night. 🧡

to be loved...

is to be changed <3

Chipper Chica was loved so so so very much for 15 long years. we were so lucky.

#prose #Chipper

[violent-optimism]

Ranking every Ganon/Ganondorf based on Appearance

Hey folks!

Those who know me well know that Ganondorf is one of my all time favourite video game characters and I am SO excited to see him return in “Tears of the Kingdom”. In that spirit, I thought it would be fun to do a personal ranking of every major Ganon or Ganondorf appearance in a Zelda game.

Notice how I said “major”, because quite frankly there are a lot of smaller Zelda games out there and I don’t have time to look into every single one of them to see if the G man had a cameo or not. This won’t be a complete list, just complete in terms of my personal knowledge and the games I am most familiar with. Also, friendly reminder that this list is my opinion and I’m not trying to offend or change anyone’s mind.

Let’s go!

Ganon from the CD-I Zelda games - 1/10

I had to throw this one in here just for fun. It’s no secret that most of the characters in these games look absolutely god awful, not just Ganon himself. He looks like a weird, swamp monster that’s a cross between a dog and an ogre. Whenever I see this image all I can think of were those hilarious Youtube Poops from way back in the day. It is truly a silly design that fails to even remotely represent such an evil and intimidating character.

Calamity Ganon from Breath of the Wild - 3/10

Gosh, I just know I’m gonna piss people off with this one. I’m sorry, but I just don’t like this design at all. Like, what am I even looking at here? He looks like a Christmas tree crossed with a pirate skeleton or something. The only reason why I gave him a 3 is because at least he is somewhat intimidating, unlike the last entry on my list. I know I haven’t actually finished BOTW, but that doesn’t change the fact that I find his design to be pretty uninspired and confusing, at least from what I’ve seen.

Original Ganon from the Legend of Zelda -  5/10

Although I’ve always preferred Ganondorf to Ganon, I will say I actually dig this design quite a bit. It really gets the point across that he is a powerful baddie and will hurt you if he gets the chance. It’s a good look, it’s effective, and oddly cute in a weird way? Especially when you see him in the game as a bundle of sprites that resemble a bright blue pig. Ultimately it’s just not as threatening or aesthetically pleasing as some of his other reincarnations.

Ganondorf from The Wind Waker - 6/10

Now we’re getting somewhere! While this is far from my favourite design of his, you have to admit it goes in a pretty creative and unique art direction. This version of Ganondorf feels rather large and imposing, especially since he towers over the characters of Link and Zelda who are literal children. I love the small details like his brooch and sandals. When I look at this image, I’m left with only one burning question...why did they make him so god damn CHONKY?

Ganondorf from Ocarina of Time - 7/10

Honestly it’s really hard to find anything wrong with this design. This was the first time we ever saw a human version of Ganondorf, and it’s inspired all of the other versions since then to some degree. He’s imposing, he’s threatening, he’s powerful, and it shows. I love the brown tones mixed with the white/blue/red cloth that’s scattered over various points. I think the only problem I have with this is the weird cod-piece situation that’s going on. And why did they make his ears so big and goofy?

Ganondorf from Hyrule Warriors - 8/10

Now THIS is more like it! I never played Hyrule Warriors, but boy do I sure love this design of Ganondorf. The blue and gold tones, the giant boots, the luscious red mane that’s free to blow in the wind. This is a look that just screams power and strength, with a touch of grace added in for good measure. Ganondorf looks delightfully mean here, like he’s thinking about how much he’s going to enjoy smashing your face into the ground.

Ganondorf from Tears of the Kingdom - 8.5/10

This new look hasn’t even been out for a week and I’m already so in love with it. I’m really enjoying the Samurai inspired design, with the man bun, tattoos and more skin shown than any other version I can think of. I know it’s on trend to talk about the thirst factor, but it definitely is there. Ganondorf’s potential for sex appeal is long overdue, and judging by everyone’s reaction I think I’m correct in that. Similar to Link and Zelda’s designs, I feel like this look has taken a bold new turn without straying too far from the original design of the character. I can’t wait to see more of him!

Ganondorf from Twilight Princess - 10/10

Here he is; the man, the myth...the absolute GOAT. In my opinion, Ganondorf’s design PEAKED with Twilight Princess and no other design has even come close to this level of perfection. Part of this might be my nostalgia talking, or the fact that this is my favourite Zelda game. But according to some other folks online, it looks like I’m not the only one who is obsessed with this look. Just looking at this image you can feel the anger, the power, the dominance. I love the colour scheme, the hairstyle, the cape, the fingerless gloves. There was so much thought put into every detail and it really shows. Perhaps 11 year Sam was ahead of her time, but I thought this Ganondorf was sexy as fuck back in the day (and tbh I still kind of do). At the end of the day, this look has everything you’d want for the King of Evil.

Thanks for listening to my ramble, folks. I hope you got something out of it. What’s your favourite version of Ganon/Ganondorf? :)

#Ganondorf #Ganon #The Legend of Zelda #my ranking

[plasticpony4]

♡ My 2023 retrospective: egl version ♡ PART 7/9

Continues from the previous post.

After that, we went to eat lunch at a café, but before that, there was this beautiful place that looked perfect for taking pictures of my coord, but we were in a hurry, so I only took like 2 photos and this is the one that came out better even though it's funny because it's the typical bad windy photos with hair covering my face lol.

I'm sharing it because we need to remember that people online are real and ugly like us too!

Look how cute our old school babylitas @idonthaveaname0000 and @puredeathwish are! I love them.

As you can see, the quality of the pictures started getting better. That's because I didn't take them, a community member sent them to us after the meet. So get ready for more paintings spam!

Our meet ended with this chonky rainbow cake that didn't taste like anything.

November was also the month when this Axes Femme collection came out and I will absolutely have my indie brand seamstress friend make me a velveteen headbow that I can tie to my head instead of having to wear a headband. Even though I'm one of the few people that I know that doesn't actually have sensory issues, headbands are often uncomfortable, especially if you wear glasses and a ton of other hair accessories (which a lot of lolitas do), so I'm looking forward to having this little item in my wardrobe this 2024 (it's gonna match the velveteen dress that she will make me too)! Also, watching Misako's and brand lives with other people is a lot better than watching them by yourself.

Another thing that happened is that I sent my friend @saturnia-pyri a Moomin birthday gift that contained a book bag that she used for a fancy lolita tea party with her local comm. Even though she's italian, she lives in Ireland and is part of the irish comm, so we can't meet often. I wish I could see all my friends more easily and wear cute outfits together or just hang out casually, but it is what it is. I'm glad we can enjoy our friendship anyway even if we're apart and that she liked my present and used it in her lovely coord!

December

Aaaand we finally got to the last month of this long year in review. December started with masala chai and celebration for finally becoming a licensed psychologist. I invited many friends and acquaintances, but only a few showed up. Among them were some people from my comm. I was genuinely really glad that they came, and some even brought me gifts.

Then we actually had two different Christmas/winter lolita meet-ups!

This is what I wore for the first one. The theme of the meet was "Christmas books/movies/media". I tried to use this Tomoyo's Atelier JSK for my first real punk coord, with my Black Peace Now jacket and actual punk bag from when I was young. My coord was also inspired by A nightmare before christmas. I'm standin with @puredeathwish here.

I love all the photos @puririna took of us! More to follow on the next post!

[END OF PART 7/9]

#me #diary #egl #2023 #axes femme #moomin #tomoyo's atelier #black peace now

[milascenta]

25th December 18:36

Merry Christmas, N. I hope you have a good day, I hope you're surrounded by good people, can relax, and get good presents. I hope the new year brings you love and joy you so desperately deserve, and you can leave this year behind properly where it belongs, not forgotten but as it should be. I fed Chonky a special Christmas dinner of with some of her favourite treats and now she's in a Christmas coma haha.

Thank you for your last message and that it was hand written was really special. I've been pretty up and down for a few weeks so I apologise for now messages. I spent a week in hospital from the 21st to the 28th. After that it was just specialist to specialist and it's only now started to calm down. Surgery and everything went well, surgery was only about 4 hours, the last time I remember seeing was around 830am then the next was about 1230pm. I was in soo much pain when I woke up, I could barely take full breaths, partly the pain but also i had a drain put under my lung. They had to move my lung to get at my rib so when they do that it removes the vacuum seal your lung has, so to make sure no air gets trapped they put a tube there and hook it up to a Lil like "underwater" thing, and it kinda pulls air out that would be trapped. That's why I was in for so long, after a couple days they clamped the tube, so my lung had time to do its thing on its own, and I went for X-rays and there was air forming so I had to just keep it in for longer. Got the last X-rays a few days later and it was clear to be removed. It was one of the weirdest sensations I've ever felt, didn't hurt but I could feel it move from inside to out, wasn't that long though so it was very quick pull. For the first couple days the pain was so rough, I was on a fentanyl drip that I was pushing every so often. But on it I was soo nauseous, I couldn't eat for like 2-3 days, so they got the pain doctor in, that's what they called her and she introduced herself as haha, and she said I could go on topentadol tablets, which was so much better, wimilar opioid but slower release so I could actual eat. After that I was fine. Just started to go stir crazy because the only reason I was there was because I was waiting for the drain haha. I went through 4 roomates, I didn't get a private room but being g a public hospital I didn't care, well until the LOUDEST snorer I have EVER heard stayed with me for one night oh my God I could not sleep at all with him there, the first lady was fine just ate with her mouth open a bit but my earbuds took care of that, but this guy, this guy snored while awake, j felt bad for him, a bit. I think he was there for surgery on his sinuses so I hope he got that. Afterwards I got home slowly started recovering, the swelling on my scar went down but now I can feel the internal stitches, so there's nothing on top just a scar line about maybe 10cm from where my collar bone meets my neck then up the neck line. Also have like a bullet hole looking one just under where the drain was in. The stitches will slowly dissolve but I feel lots of them in there, I think they had to go through the muscle so that probably has to do with how many there are and the stiffness I feel in my shoulder and chest. I've got most of my movement back but I can only move my neck to the right and a Lil bit to the left till I feel the pull from them. Chonky missed me soooo much, would not leave me out of her sight for over a week and still meows for me if I'm not looking at her, I missed her probably more to be honest. I told her I'd only be gone for a couple days then it suddenly turned to a week she was so confused.

Summer here has been a nightmare, we've had a few 40c+ days and most of it is 30-35c+ but we've also been hit with like random weeks of storms that drop to 20 or so, so my body has given up and I have a cold now hahaha, which sucks cuase it hurts to cough sometimes, but good it's a little bit over that first few weeks of recovery. I hope it's nice and cold for you, maybe snow and you're all cuddly and warm.

I hope you're doing well

"We're all here reaping he'll on earth, between a death and a birth. Be what you want to be, don't be scared of being seen"

#her

[t3m-official]

Kate's Art Dump #0

Warning; This post will contain mentions of mentions of sex & nudity

"A Bite At Freddy's Thumbnail" This is the thumbnail for my playthrough of the FNAF fan game, A Bite At Freddy's.

"Bois And DJs" I have an AU/OU(Alternate Universe/ Original Universe) called WarScream, a massive crossover AU i have been working on since 2019. Here we have my versions of Duke from Duke Nukem, Pinnhead from Hellraiser, Daft Punk's Guy Manuel, and Marshmello.

"Chibi Kate And James" These are chibified versions of these characters that represent me and my boyfriend James.

"Two Himbos, One Nightguard" Am i a simp? Yes, if this happened to me irl would i enjoy it? YES! But i doubt this will ever happen in real life so instead of being upset that this will never happen irl, i just decided to draw it.

"V For Vengeance" This is a comic series that has three planned entries and will be about V, a man(Or ball) who must avenge his family after his baby was killed and his wife was kidnapped by a cult that caused the death of his baby. I actually posted this on another blog...But because i have decided to just stick with one big blog, you will eb seeing this content here!

"T3M TV Logo" T3M TV is a project of mine that will be a combination of different series i have on my channel(T3M Productions).

"T3M Productions Christmas Special" This will be a part of a Christmas 2023 merch line for my Youtube channel(Here is the store if you're interested ^^). And to explain the lore this has for my Youtube channel(Yes, my Youtube channel dose in fact lore), basically Kate and the others have spent all of November and most of December working on a massive Christmas special with 200+ hours of content!

"Springtrap And His Family" So in my AU, Springtrap is not only trans male, but is also hecking chonky! And Clowntrap and Toxic Springtrap are two alternate personalities. Spring Bonnie is Springtrap's adoptive son, and the one who is blushing a lot is Springtrap's husband Fiv(This is a version of Fiv, a character that belongs to one of my best friends, @facadesinternalveil).

"Sociallly Rejected Pizza Plex Logo" SRPP(Aka, Socially Rejected Pizza Plex) is my animation brand and this is the logo you will see at the end of all of my animations. The two characters here are Rixanne and Pixel Kate, two trans bisexual animatronics who love each other.

"Shiz'N'Shank Save Christmas" Shiz and Shank are two characters that originate from a Tik Tok account of mine and eventually showed up on my main channel during The Plush Kate Arc(Will explain that in a different post), They are both puppets in my main channel, with Shiz being bought from a store called Island Style and Shank being found half berried in some sand.

Originally the two were frenemies but eventually became lovers! I plan on expanding their story more with comics and maybe even a animated series down the line, who knows.

"Radioactive Foxy" Now you may look at this and be thinking Kate what the actual fuck is that?! , and to explain, because i wanted to. I wanted to give Radioactive Foxy a bizarre design(And also to clarify my version of Foxy is trans female and Radioactive Foxy is one of Foxy's forms). Besides, me and normal have been divorced since i turned 13.

"Lupin Blue And Patra Pink" Now i haven't really watched that much Super Sentai in a bit, mostly because i have had some burnout with Kingohger and how fast it feels like the story went for that show and how early certain things have shown up in the show. But i have decided to post this art of my versions of Lupin Blue and Patra Pink from Lupin Ranger Vs Patra Ranger.

"Kitana" It's Kitana and one of my friends(Who doesn't have a tumblr yet) is a massive simp for them.

"Ghostface Power Up Forms" One of the things i like to do is give characters these fun or crazy or wacky power up forms. So here we have Ghostface and three of his power up forms. Metal Ghostface makes Ghostface fire proof and gives him these two flamethrowers and a flamethrower knife thing(This form is based off of a scene in a Stab movie in Scream 2022(Aka, Scream 5) ). Next is Space Quartz Ghostface, this let's Ghostface breathe in space and fly really fast!

And finally there is Galactic Lion Ghostface. Ok, so this requires me to explain my version of Ghostface. My version is a man named Sharely King, he was the baby of a space god and was adopted into the Kruger house hold when Freddy's dad found him in a Forrest. Years later. Ghostface would gain The Galactic Lion Driver, a device that gives Ghostface the power he would've had if he was never sent to earth.

This power up gives Ghostface the ability to:

Fly

Levitate

Run at lightspeed

Create blackholes with his claws

Can make the planets align so he can use a devastating attack called The Solar Blast

Can turn into a lion made out of stars and space itself that has a blackhole stomach

Gives him access to a giant mecha ship called Don Lio(Note he dose not have to have the power up active to summon Don Lio)

Can summon a giant mecha clone of himself called Obake no kao(Which is Ghostface in Japanese)(And this mecha requires the power up to be active)

Can summon a thing called a Planet Clone(He has a total of 9 of these) that can assist him in battle

And if you think that makes Ghostface the most powerful character in my AU...Welllllllll just you wait(Because he ain't the only brokenly over powered one in WarScream).

"Funtime Freddy Simp" Look i know the man is canonically a sadist who kills kids, but that's because of his programing. Poor boi just wants to entertain people but instead he gets reprogrammed to kill. So if you just removed that coding, he would go back to being a nice friendly boi who would give lots of hugs and cuddles!

And as we see, Funtime Freddy has taken a liking to my OC because of her seemingly being part Funtime Foxy.

"Fredbear(W/O Suit)" In my AU, Fredbear is this mecha armor being piloted by a man named Kung Jin(Note that he is never called this and is called Fredbear because any trace of his old name is erased). Kung is this armored man with no memories of his past, and he seems to be happy about that. So whenever Fredbear needs to be faster or fight better, he comes out of the mecha suit(His transformation goes like this).

"FivTrap(Redesign)" The original version of FivTrap was just a combination of Fiv and Springtrap. But i decided to give it a redesign and add in Clowntrap, Toxic Springtrap, and Spring Bonnie into the mix, so that means this combination is bassically the power of one family coming together!

"Final Spartan Sheets" Just some spartan OCs.

"Engineers Little Helpers" Engineer has two little helpers in the form of Helpy and Fixy. Helpy and Fixy are partners and help Engineer with repairs and even can be used as a power source for Engineers weapon, The Fixer Upper.

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#AU #crossover #storytelling #youtube #art dump #fnaf #halo #daft punk #duke nukem #hellraiser #marshmello #Scream #TF2 #original art #original character #fanmade #super sentai

[mrultra100]

The Bite Before Christmas

Just in time for Season's Greasons, gather 'round to hear me jumble up a classic Christmas story, with the help of my obsession for a show about stem-birds!

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the household, Not a creature was stirring, not even a Maushold The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Hankolas soon would be there

The vamps were nestled all snug in their coffins, While visions of their lovers danced in their noggins And Bunger in hand, and I in my cap, Had just settled down for a long winter's nap

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang outta bed to see what was the matter Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and ripped up the sash

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen cold, Gave the impression of eras long-old When, what to my wondering eyes should soar, But a miniature sleigh, and eight crested pterosaurs

With a big old driver, so lively and frank, I knew in a moment it must be St. Hank. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name…?

A vocalization there, a growl there and here, I…really couldn’t understand what was caught up by my ears Mind you, dinosaurs couldn’t really roar, But the confusion left my mind a little bit sore

As dry leaves that before the wild azhdarchid flies, When they meet with an obstacle, reach for the skies So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Hankolas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard would normally break the law, The prancing and pawing of each little claw As I drew in my hand, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Hankolas crashed with a bound

He was dressed in small feathers, from his head to his tail, And his scales were all tarnished with ashes and other things that I can’t really entail A bundle of toys he had flung with his jaws, He was alot more pleasant than some rabid raptor’s claws

His eyes -- how they twinkled! His feathers how merry! His teeth were hidden in his lips to make it less scary His massive mouth was drawn up like a bow, And his underside was as white as the snow

The bits of a dead turtle he held tight in his teeth, And he had it within his jaws like a wreath He had a big skull and a large hefty belly, That shook, when he devoured the deceased reptile like jelly

He was chonky and large, a right jolly old theropod, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of how it was odd A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk And barely laying his two fingers aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a call And away they all flew like a cursed meme floating down the hall But I decided to exclaim, as he drove out of sight,

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD BITE!

#prehistoric planet #christmas #Ultra Ramblings #Ultra's Storytime

[bimbisworld]

Chonki Series 4

Modeling Mutuals Series 4 Featuring: steonny/K1M0N4, SunsetVTuber, & cactuscatink (twitter names)

I hope I can see all of them debut someday! I've come a long way since Christmas. Cycles makes them look so nice!

Onny was my second raffle winner. Lucky for me this design was pretty simple so I could give the details some extra oomph! She has a very unique expression, I was tempted show it off here but I'll let her do that.

Really busted my ass for Sunset's model but she looks so good!!! Sunset has a few different looks and I'm happy she chose this one for me to recreate. The rigging on here is super complex (by my standards) and looks really good in motion! I should do another post with more pictures because I did a huge amount of work here lol. I should pester her about using this one sometime.

I decided to draw Sprout's stars and stripes in paint.net, they came out nice so I'll be more confident about drawing textures in the future. She's got a fluffy tail mostly out of frame, and wears the same shoes as Lulu! I don't normally give chonkis fingers but it works for the big animal hands. Sprouts going through a redesign right now so we might not see this model on stream, but I'll probably be making the new 3d model too.

#bimbi's chonkis #bimbi's art #envtuber #vtuber uprising #3d vtuber #vroid model #vroid #chibi #fumo

[bruhhhh-huhhhhh]

ANAJAN I ONLY JUST SAW THAT YOU REPLIED BACK SORRY LMAO

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Im 5’1 and a bit chonky (think hobbit lmao), I’m AFAB but I go by he/him and they/them. I’m 23 and in college to be a biologist so I’m always stressed. I have brown eyes and short light brown hair that’s shaved all around with some floof on top that’s long enough to look like a mini bob on the middle split or completely cover my face in the wind. I don’t really wear makeup unless it’s more of a cosplay style and I love vulture culture, death science and big/gnarly/pretty knifes. I don’t like Christmas due to the ✨spicy memories✨ but I like winter. I’m pretty antisocial bc people are irritating and rude but I’m viciously loyal to those I care about but it takes me forever to open up to them (source; an 8 year friendship that I still don’t like being venerable in lmao). I had severe anger issues as a kid and would be stone faced if in trouble

Lmao you’re fine! I’m sorry this took so long I’ve been buys and had no motivation lol

Anyways, I match you with...

Micheal Myres!! 

I think he’d not like Christmas but love the winter also, so you two would have something in common

Micheal doesn’t like being vulnerable either, so you two could work on that together. 

He’d absolutely LOVE your chonk. He is always grabbing your stomach, and during spicy times he makes an effort to show how much he loves it. If you’re having confidence issues, he’ll silently come up behind you to show you just how much he loves it

Also hates people, so you two can relate on that front. you two stay curled up in your house together, dreading the moments you have to leave and interact with people

If he noticed that you’re particularly stressed, he’ll just kinda... pick you up, haul you over his shoulder, and plop you down on the bed. He’ll keep you there until you’ve drank and eaten something.

His knives are something that he is extremely fond of, so you liking them also makes him feel some sort of way. Will show them off, and will see how you hold them just so he can correct it to how he thinks is right. Also teaches you self defense if you don’t already know it

Plays with you hair when he thinks you’re asleep. He doesn’t care how short or long it is, he’s gonna play with it. But only when he thinks your asleep, because he doesn’t want you to think he’s gone soft. 

Respects your pronouns, even if he doesn’t talk. If he finds out or hears someone who doesn’t...well...they’re gonna end up on the news tomorrow

Thinks it’s funny how short you are. Sometimes, he’ll just stare down at you with his infamous head tilt, wondering how life is like being that short

#matchups! #Michael Myers #michael myers x reader #Micheal Myres x you #Slashers #slasher x reader #slashers x reader

[vampireknitting]

Hmmm I think these boys be a little too fat. Also I gotta be a little more gentle when it comes to making to top look interesting. I think I cut too deep so they are a little odd to say in the least. Beautiful bread boys will make for some fabulous sandwiches even if they are too chonky. I think I’ll have to make it a full dozen next round and see how they turn out size wise. But I’m super enjoying this recipe though and will be writing it down with my tweaks because I don’t have a mixer just the fancy whisk thingy my mom go let me for Christmas. Next batch will be better

#bread making #homemade #ghoul boys

[living-d3ad-gh0ul]

25th December 2023, 09.02am

I just read your post and I just wanted to post quickly to say.. Merry Christmas E ❤️ I really hope you had a great day, mine is just beginning. I am however unfortunately working today. And I think it’s going to be a little tough because it’s my first Christmas without dad. So I’m trying my best to just keep myself distracted with work.

I really am so sorry to hear you were stuck in hospital for longer and that you had to deal with loud snorers lol. I’m gonna do a proper reply in a few days, I just wanted to quickly send something to say Merry Christmas to you and that I hope you have a great day with all the love and joy you deserve. Please give Chonky some Christmas pets from me. I’m about to make myself a coffee and have a pastry for breakfast while I start work, but I’ll go see my gran after I finish today.

I really hope you’re okay. I have been thinking about you a lot and wondering how you were doing.

Love,

N x

“I hear you breathe so far from me, I feel your touch so close to me”

#him