#hes a very old and chonky boy

[x688plsloveme]

Another drawing I commissioned from @skaiind ! This is of my baby Bruno <333

[greycaelum]

Please this reminded me of kaleidoscope. I believe that the gojo kids are chunky babys🤣🤣

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TRUEEEEEE~ I didn't get to give you anything last week so I'll make it a drabble~ I hope you like it! Chonky sunshine babies~ Happy December everyone!!

CW: suggestive hints at the end, nothing too much~

Kouki had breast milk for his whole first year.

"He's chonky..." Satoru rubbed his face against the squishy mallowy, chompable cheeks of his 10-month-old son you are feeding on your rocking chair by the engawa of your home. Satoru is sitting on the floor while watching you nurse the little boy close to drifting into dreamland.

Kouki has always had a good appetite and was very easy to nurse. So much so that you had to start scheduling his feeding or else if you didn't he would be too chonky and too heavy to lift.

"Can we keep him just like this? Look he's the most precious thing you probably have seen in your life!" Satoru rested his chin on your knees and flashed you his puppy eyes trying to convince you to feed the little mochi more.

"Chonky baby is cute but he'll drain me if I just let him." You kissed the thin sheen of hair on your son's head, as white as snow like his father. Kouki's lashes fluttered, unlatching from you, and he scrunched his nose to snuggle in your chest, yawning for a bit before closing his drowsy eyes back to sleep.

"I'll burp him, lemme..." Satoru opened his arms and gently rubbed Kouki's back. It didn't take long for the little mochi to burp. For some reason, he always burps fast when it's his Papa.

"Satoru don't!"

Chomp

Your eyes widen at your husband sneaking in a bite to the sleeping baby's cheeks, too cute to resist utterly waking a grumpy sleepy mochi.

"Satoru!"

Satoru rubbed the back of his head as he tried to soothe the little mochi up.

"Sorry Honey, he was just too cute to resist."

Saika although a pretty small baby has also been breastfed a year and 2 months because it took her quite a while to get used to formula.

It's 2:30 am and it's the Little Treasure's time for milk. Satoru is away for an overseas mission so you have to deal with the night feeding as well. Tired and reluctant, you parted ways with your soft pillow to reach for the bassinet only to be met with an empty space.

Chill ran down your spine as you shot up in panic only to be met by the scene of your drowsy husband sitting on your rocking chair with Saika in his arms suckling on her milk bottle.

"Go back to sleep Honey, I'll put her back after she finishes." Satoru yawned and smiled softly in your direction.

"But you haven't slept yet..." You felt relieved your daughter wasn't fussy. The little one is a little more sensitive and has been quite protected because of the incident before her birth.

"It's fine, look she's too precious when she drinks milk, I can't possibly take my eyes off her." Satoru grinned down at his daughter, suckling despite asleep. "She's so tiny... So precious..." He murmured as he held the bottle of milk for her. "She's perfect."

You smiled at them bonding in the wee hours of dawn as you returned to sleep. By the next morning, it came as no surprise to see Satoru cramped inside Saika's crib, sound asleep as the little Treasure blinked up to you innocently holding her empty milk bottle.

"Ma..mma!"

Bonus:

"What are you looking at?" You warily glanced at your husband when you asked him to help you with the hook of your bra since it's hard for you to reach. Pregnancy for the third time has made you quite adept in asking him for help since if you won't he will pester you and follow you around until he gets to help you with something.

Satoru hummed and kissed your nape, looking at the mirror as he hugged you from the back with his face slotted in the space of your shoulder. A proud smile adorned his lips as he slowly reached to cup your heavy breast and his other hand protectively caress your heavy baby bump sending shivers down your spine.

"You're so sexy, Honey." Satoru praised you peppering kisses to your skin as he sucks on your neck leaving a love bite before staring back at your reflection in the mirror with a satisfied smirk at your flushed state. "If your milk comes before the babies, can I have a taste test first?"

—GreyCaelum

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[steam-beasts]

Art repost to pass the time. Still thinking out other stuff :/

Have the three railway men. Reminder: an average human being is as big as Gordon’s hand so…imagine a Big Boy 😈

Gonna explain humanoids here;

So, their chest hair and claws (as well as the troublesome trio’s) can change colour depending on if their paintwork was changed. Say for example that my infection au occurred back in the RWS days. Excluding the hair and neck, James’s bodily hair and claws would be black.

For wheels, it’s kinda the same with @asktrio516 ‘s humanoid engines. The amount of wheels they got on their ankles to their calves depends on on their size. For example; Tank engines and small diesels have one pair and tender engines and big diesels have two pairs.

Body shapes depend on their engine shapes and how strong they are. Pretty much everyone on Sodor will be all muscular and fit looking. Tank engines and some tender engines will be pretty chubby looking, but they’re still very strong and fit despite this. All that chubbiness is due to water tanks. As for diesels? Oil tanks. Simple as that.

Unlike their full on monster forms, tank engines have short dog-like tails and tender engines have longer, thicker tails to resemble their tenders.

I gave Henry really long hair that goes down to his hips, and yeah. Nature hippie in the making. He’s got huge scars on his arm, and a gnarly one on a portion of his body. Why you ask? Flying Kipper. I don’t think any surviving human being would come out of an accident like THAT physically unscathed. He’s only got a single streak of grey hair, but will likely (for the foreseeable future) keep it hidden since it will probably give him an existential realisation of how old he is.

Edward; he seems like a twink, so I made him a twink : D but of course, I gave him muscles. He’s got a nasty scar on his hip cuz of his exploit (duh). His hair, I had to give a bit of thought behind that. I wanted to go for an Edwardian/1800s hairstyle, something Edward-y. Of course, being an old fellow, he’s got streaks of grey and isn’t too ashamed of it.

Gordon obviously has quite a bit of grey in his hair. Doesn’t help either with how short it is, but he doesn’t seem too bothered by how it looks right now. Also, he’s chonky because yes. But he’s also beefy as hell. Would still be a big guy if he was a regular human.

The humanoids have digigrade legs because that helps them go faster, even without their wheels. Lastly, I’m thinking of either letting them have REALLY short fur that’s so short and sleek that you hardly notice, or just let them have fur in specific areas. He’s obviously got scars.

[peachesofteal]

MY NEPHEW IS IN THE 99TH PERCENTILE!!! *inhuman screeching!* He is huge! I am… not. I can’t hold him properly for long. He ends up under my arm most time, like Superman! He’s just *so* big! And chonky!

He’s bigger than my torso at 5 months!! *sobbing* his legs go all the way around my waist and people mistake him for a 1 year old!!!

Little man- my little man. He started turning over early, little man *stands & walks* with our help we balance him but the strength in his legs? It’s there. he’s got strong chonky legs. And he’s trying to crawl- muscling through it but getting nowhere. Just… head banging with his butt in the air. (He forgets to use his arms) If we wedge him, like wedge his arms and feet underneath his torso, he can sit. (He’s getting better at doing it alone.) He jumps if you hold him, jump on your guts in your lap… it hurts.

LITTLE MAN DOES CRUNCHES because he wants to sit UP! He’ll grab your finger and *pull* while grunting, trying to sit up. He wants to MOVE!

Little man will watch you as you eat. Baby boi is ALWAYS hungry- he knows chip bags, bottles, boxes. If it’s food? Intense staring. (It was recently my birthday & Auntie gave him frosting for the first time… Auntie was stared at for the rest of her birthday like she was MAGIC)

He has learned to suck those little baby food pouches dry. It’ll curl up on itself he’s trying that hard to get every bite. No regular milk anymore- has to have baby cereal mixed in because it’s not enough to feed him.

It’s a fight to get anything out of his mouth, bottle, food pouch, spoon. He ain’t giving it up until he’s done.

No socks fit his chunky little feet. None. They cut off the circulation in his pillsbury legs- footed onesies are the best option. Love his chubby cheeks! He always smiles wide when you kiss them!

I love my giant nephew very much, and reading your latest update on the Simon story made me absolutely delighted. Orion’s size was so similar to my nephew. We delight in how big our baby is and it makes me happy seeing something so similar!

(Except, my nephew was *tiny* when he was born. My sister is quiet… big. And he had little room in her uterus, so when he came out? Smallest baby in the hospital that wasn’t on a ventilator! How that changed! Biggest baby the pediatrician sees at the moment!!!)

Thank you for making my morning very happy! Loved reading the latest chapter!

I LOVE that you call him little man and I can’t get over him watching you as you eat omg 🫠 This really validated a lot of my ideas about Orion so thank you! Also I’m sure he’s lovely, I know how wonderful it is to be an aunt 🩵

[morimementa]

Might I offer you a small smackerel of NikPrice mpreg?

TW for mpreg and illness mentions under the readmore.

Nik and Price trying for a baby, knowing the odds are really long, given Price is in his late 30s. They’re prepared to wait, and even to let their dreams go unfulfilled.

Anyway, they succeed on the first try. After the initial shock of “We thought this would be hard?!” wears off, they’re really excited. And in Price’s case, very, very nauseous.

(Ghost staunchly refuses to stop calling him “old man”, though.)

The morning sickness passes with little fanfare, but then comes the migraines. They start in month 4 and finally stop in month 6, but it’s not an easy time. They spend a lot of time in bed with the blinds drawn and the lights off, with Nik alternating between massaging his husband’s temples and rubbing his belly. It’s not something either of them care to repeat but the intimacy of that time was something special.

Nikolai dubs the baby "Little Mouse" because Price keeps craving string cheese of all things.

By pure happenstance, they're cuddling on the sofa when he feels the baby kick for the first time. It takes another month before the kicks are strong enough to feel from the outside, but it's more than worth the wait. Nikolai cuddles up with Price's belly and sings to them.

They find out the gender at 12 weeks, but I think we can all agree no one in the 141 would be caught dead doing a gender reveal party.

No, not even if Soap was promised Tannerite.

The next time they meet up with Soap and Ghost, Price casually drops the fact that the baby's a boy. Soap jokes about buying blue bubblegum cigars to celebrate.

They don't have a baby shower but their small circle of friends do bestow their gifts. Gaz finds a baby sized boonie hat and makes sure it finds its way onto Price's desk.

Nikolai has never been prone to worrying, but there's definitely a few times he holds his breath in anticipation during Price's ultrasounds. Premature births run in his family and he worries he's passed the curse onto his husband and their son.

Anyway, Price ends up almost a week overdue. He's less than thrilled, but still thankful there's little risk of the NICU at this point.

Nik consoles him with backrubs and promises of a ham sandwich once the baby's born.

Price finally goes into labor while Nik’s off at work. Ghost is the one who calls the ambulance. The EMT is a bit of prat and asks Price if he’s sure he’s in labor. The trauma Ghost inflicts on him without ever having to raise his voice becomes the stuff of hospital legend.

Nik arrives at the hospital while Price is between contractions and learns that his husband is just fine, but their kid’s godfather made an EMT wet himself.

Honestly, he should have expected that.

Their son is delivered safely and with few issues. He's a really chonky baby at 11 pounds, 8 ounces. Nik stops calling him little mouse and starts calling him Baby Bear.

His real name is Aleksandr or Alek for short. He ends up with Nik's nose and hair and Price's eyes. Gaz remarks that he'll probably grow out a beard when he gets older.

"The girls will be chasing him," Nik laughs. "Or the boys."

The first thing Price does when he's able to get out of bed and leave little Alek with Soap is light up a cigar on the porch. He's still going to smoke on occasion, but he makes sure he's not putting their son in danger.

This ended up being way more than a smackerel. No regrets, the fandom needs way more Nikprice Mpreg.

[suratan-zir]

Plyam update that no one asked for.

His spinal cord tumor is growing so fast that he went from a little weakness in his hind legs to full paralysis of his lower body in just over a week. All I can do is manage the inflammation with hormones to buy him some time. The good thing is that he doesn't seem to be in any pain, he is very active and acting completely normal, maybe a bit pissed that he can't climb and run as usual. I give him all the cuddles, skritches and treats and spend as much time with him as possible because every day could be the last.

This type of tumor, although possible, is not as common in rats. So Plyam is really unlucky… He is only a year and a half old. Hind leg degeneration occurs to some degree in most old rats (by "old" I mean anywhere from 2.3 to over 3 years old), but when it happens to them their abilities usually match their desires, they just want to sleep and chill for most of the day, so legs not working properly isn't such a big deal. But Plyam wants to run around, chase Skritch to show him who's the boss, dig in the dig box, climb on stuff…it's so sad. Even his little tail is fully paralyzed and limp. My poor boy. He is still somehow more active and mobile than his lazy chonky brother, lol.

[fatfables]

New Story! - Fat Boys in Space!

“I can’t believe it. I can’t believe they chose me! After all the hard work I’ve put in, I’ve finally made it!”

Shane had good reason to be ecstatic. He had been dreaming of this since he was seven years old. For the last twelve years he had done nothing but sit around snacking and playing simulated games in his room. He always did his best to consume the minimum daily calories, he had skipped school, given up all sports, sat on his ass, and eaten his way to success. He had done everything required of him to become a test pilot and had actually been chosen out of thousands of wannabe Surfeits to represent the Surplus Space Core. His parents were delighted.

The day before he left for Florida his friends threw him a surprise party. The whole town of Abundance, Oklahoma, population 136, came out to celebrate with him. All of his best friends were there; ‘Chonky’ Charlie Cheesecake, ‘Meaty’ Mike Mitchell, ‘Flabby’ Francis France, and ‘Portly’ Paul Porter. The whole gang was there. They were all super stoked for their friend but also incredibly jealous.

“I can’t mmfff believe that you got mmff picked,” Chonky said through a mouthful of Cadbury’s Chocolate Roll.

“What did you mmff do that’s so mmff fucking special?” Asked Meaty through a mouthful of meatloaf.

“He mmff did fucking mmff nothing. He just mmff got mmff lucky,” said Flabby through a mouthful of sour Kimchi.

“I mmff guess they mmff just appreciated mmff just how mmff fat and mmff lazy I’ve mmff been,” said Shane through a massive mouthful of mmff meatballs.

“He is mmff the laziest mmff kid in mmff Abundance,” said Chonky supportively through another mouthful of Chocolate Roll.

The other boys were forced to nod in agreement. All of their mouths were too full to speak. 

All of them had been born into the Abundance community within the last twenty years and took their mmff lifestyle for granted. Their parents, or their grandparents, had at some point chosen to join the Surplus, they knew no different.

Life for them was all pizzas and parties. None of them knew when or where the Surplus movement had started and none of them cared to ask. Life was too much fun, too fulfilling. Everything tasted too good to question why. All they knew to do was play simulated games and eat. What else was there?

All of the adults in Abundance were at least 300 lbs and most of the kids were fatter. Especially the teens. Afterall, every parent wants their kid to have a better life than they’ve had. This was the Surplus way.

Shane was 332 lbs and 5 ft 10 in tall. He had short brown hair, parted on the left, and big chubby chipmunk cheeks to match his wide oval belly. He had always been a contented and happy boy, who never wanted for anything - except to go into space. His loving parents had always doted on their only child and had always supplied him with all the food he could ever need. They were so proud of their ‘Sugarplum boy.’ And now he had been selected to represent their kind in the race to find a new home.

The dream of building a moon base where the Surplus could live comfortably and grow to as of yet unachievable sizes in a lower gravity atmosphere had been out of reach for the last three generations due to the financial efforts required for such a mission. Now after the government purchase of the McDonald’s corporation the money was finally in place to actually do it. And Shane had been chosen.

As the guest of honour at the party Shane was expected to consume more than any other person there. Outeating the other 135 members of his town was a challenge that he was relishing. He had long been able to out eat his parents, a source of pride for them, and his friends, although they hated to admit this. However, there were one or two locals there who made him very nervous. The main one was an older boy called Dave Domycket. Dave was a lot heavier than Shane though also quite muscular. He had bought into the gluttony of his parents lifestyle but had never quite got to grips with the sedentary nature of it. He had always been full of energy and hence moved too much. This is why he had not been chosen. He really needed some Ritalin with his ramen.

Shane shouldn’t have worried, ‘Chonky’ Charlie had him covered. He had spent the last two hours filling the hyperactive twenty something with beer. Dave was too drunk and bloated to pose a threat. Being unaware of this Shane ate with gusto. He gobbled down gammon and gravy, pigged out on pork, and stuffed himself silly with spaghetti. His rotund belly swelled and he went to bed that night safe in the knowledge that he would turn up in Florida the next day as fat as a ball of butter.

Corpulent Chuck met him the next day at the gates to the base.

“My you are shorter than your weight is designed for aren’t you!” He said as he welcomed Shane with a big bear hug. “I’m sorry that the Captain isn’t here to meet you himself but he couldn’t be bothered. He’s in his room eating pure bacon and playing simulated Restaurant Owner 5.”

“No problem,” said Shane, “I’m sure he’s not a very busy man.”

Corpulent Chuck showed Shane around the base. It generally went like this:

“This is the mmff human mmff centrifuge. We probably mmff won’t worry about mmff putting you in that.”

“This is the mmff vending machine by the mmff centrifuge. Would you like an mmff Snickers?”

“Yes please.”

“This is the mmff anti-gravity rig. We mmff don’t need to mmff concern ourselves about mmff that.”

“This is the mmff vending machine by the mmff anti-mmff-gravity thingamajig. Would you like another mmff Snickers?”

“Thank you.”

“This is the mmff control centre. I probably should mmff introduce you to the the mmff people in there but over here is the mmff canteen shall we get some mmff lunch?”

“Yes please. I’m starving!”

The two of them sat down to a light lunch of twenty six cheeseburgers. While they munched, Corpulent Chuck explained the nature of the mission to Shane in more detail. I’ll paraphrase it for you so that it goes mmff quicker.

The basic Surplus moonbase is already in place but is currently unmanned due to an incident that Corpulent Chuck can’t divulge. Shane’s job is to fly up there solo to check out the base in order to ensure that it’s safe for habitation. He won’t need any special training for this because if it isn’t then he will die. They will then know that there is a problem that hasn’t gone away. If it is safe, then all he has to do is call them from the base and they’ll send another team up to join him. Simple.

Shane smiled and nodded in agreement, like he understood, because he wasn’t listening. He was too busy eating his cheeseburgers and watching his stomach grow like a good boy.

The next day he was dressed up in a spacesuit, shoved into a rocket, shown where the food dispenser was, and told that the autopilot would take care of everything.

The G-force during take-off was like nothing he had ever experienced before. His heavy 48 inch ass was flattened out as he was pushed down into his chair. His belly sank down to his knees and splayed out over his thighs like a tablecloth. His moobs pressed down into his chest like an elephant was sitting on them and his chubby chipmunk cheeks jiggled around at a fantastic speed. He had never felt so heavy. He loved it. It was like he had suddenly become a hundred times heavier. Space really was a dream come true. I never knew that zero gravity would feel this good, he thought.

He really hadn’t been to school in the last five years.

After a few minutes the force began to lessen as the rocket left the Earth's atmosphere behind. After ten minutes a big sign lit up telling him that it was safe to remove his seatbelt.

He was shocked and amazed when his huge 338 lb ass floated up out of the seat. For a moment he was caught up in a mild panic as he just floated aimlessly around the cabin bumping into instruments. But he quickly got used to it and remembered about the food dispenser.

Having never been swimming it took him a few more moments to realise that he needed to move his arms in order to propel himself in the direction that he wanted to go. Nobody had warned him that he would be required to exercise. He swam ungracefully through the air banging his belly and butt into everything along the way. One machine buzzed at him when he did so but he didn’t worry about it.

When he reached the food dispenser he tried to browse the touchscreen menu in order to select the McDonald’s items on offer in space. This proved to be difficult due to the thick gloves that he was wearing on his fat hands. He bashed his fat fingers against the screen in frustration and by sheer chance and will power managed to order thirty two Big Macs, seventeen quarter pounders, ninety two nuggets, twenty six strawberry milkshakes, and a hundred and twelve portions of fries. He really wanted some standard cheeseburgers as well but couldn’t seem to manage it, no matter how many times he bashed his fat palm against the menu.

He punched the screen in frustration. There was a loud whirring sound and thirty two Big Macs, seventeen quarter pounders, ninety two nuggets, twenty six strawberry milkshakes, and a hundred and twelve portions of fries were fired out of a dispensing hatch straight at him.

The shock of this caused him to fly a few feet backwards and he bashed into another machine that clicked and clunked. He looked around him at all the tasty floating meaty treats and wondered how in hell he was supposed to eat any of it with this stupid helmet on.

In the cockpit a screen was flashing telling him that the oxygen level was in standard parameters and that it was safe to remove his suit and helmet.

He screamed in hangry frustration and once more flew backwards, this time onto a remote latch with a red warning light on it. The light flashed behind him and the emergency door opened. His bulging ass, thirty two Big Macs, seventeen quarter pounders, ninety two nuggets, twenty six strawberry milkshakes, and a hundred and twelve portions of fries were sucked out into the vacuum of space.

“I need to talk to KOFC. There’s been another incident.”

“Please wait a minute. I’ll try to connect you.”

“Hello Mr President Sir, this is Captain Crunch. We’ve lost another one.”

“Oh for mmff’s sake! You useless fucking mmff piece of mmff shit! Do you have any fucking mmff idea how much these fucking mmff rockets mmff cost?!”

“Apologies, Sir. Yes, I do, Sir.”

“What the fuck happened this mmff time?”

“Emergency door malfunction.”

“And the mmff pilot?”

“Dead Sir.”

“Oh well, Just chose another fucking mmff one. At least we’ve got plenty of mmff them!”

[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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[shoesterrs]

VDL Gang but Animals

I know this has been done countless times, but here's my version! Some have a cool explanation and some are just,,, silly :)

Dutch Van Der Linde: Black Panther

I think it's fairly widely accepted. He gives off the vibes of a big cat, hard to remember they're wild animals and not just big lovable kitties.

Hosea Matthews: Corsac Fox

This one was oddly tough. It was pretty easy to make him a fox, but I had a lot of other ideas. I do think he looks A LOT like a corsac fox, and acts a lot like a fox in general, clever and cunning.

Arthur Morgan: Stag

What'd you expect? This is just perfect for him, no other questions are being taken, thank you.

John Marston: Golden Eagle

That picture is so. So so John Marston. It looks just like him dude. I see a lot of people say he's a wolf, and I get that, but BIRD OF PREY. Wolves are more often seen as very territorial and constantly with their pack. I see John Marston more as a loner, especially with the lonely vibes in RDR1. And going from weird little looking baby to BIG MAJESTIC BIRDDD. I don't know I'm a big bird fan. He hunts down his old friends in RDR1 and that is very bird of prey of him. And the bird symbolism? OAGH freedom and independence but also strength and courage. And they mate for life 😀

Javier Escuella: Coati

Very out of field uhh. Okay. So in all sorts of different cultures, coati can represent change and protection, but also greed and gluttony. They're often depicted as protectors or crafty and mischievous creatures. Javier is very protective and loyal of his family, and despite trying not to, he's changed a lot throughout the years. Coati. End quote.

Bill Williamson: Javelina

Hii he's a silly little javelina, blind and stupid but also so so horrifying. Big family protectors, travel alone or in packs, and this picture spoke to me. I LOVE JAVELINAS!!

Micah Bell: Gila Monster

The largest venomous lizard in the US (I think), these badass lizards hunt down their prey by locking them in their jaws and biting down, slowly injecting venom. MICAHHH - Dutch is his prey, or fucking ANYONE and GOD iusghfja

Charles Smith: American Bison

Sweetheats <3 ofc he's an American Bison. Chonky boys, very connected to Native American culture. Hella protective but so so chill. And silly.

Sean Macguire: No fucking idea maybe a woodpecker

Lil assholes who like to swoop at me for some reason these ableist birds. Anyways. They got those strong head muscles. Perfect for him. Love to cause noise. Bird vision. Yep

Lenny Summers: Otter!

sweethearts with an evil mind <3 They often symbolize curiosity and playfulness. Young hearts. :( gonna make myself cry

Sadie Adler: Cougar

Often thought loners, but value their social family and friends. Purrs doesn't roar REAL Sadie's fierce as hell and a fantastic bounty hunter BAM cougar

Karen Jones: Secretary Bird

she looks like a secretary bird finished. My sister gave me this idea and I LOVE IT. "execute snakes by stamping on them" JUST USING 'EXECUTING' IS KAREN ENOUGH. QUEEN.

Tilly: Black-Footed Ferret

I want to put her in macaroni.

Mary-Beth: Barn Owl

Freakin NERD. I don't like this one very much, think she's more of a cat maybe?? But neither a cat or a barn owl fits her personality. Going more with what is represents, owls representing ya know nerds and magic and all that. And I guess barn owls are real good at being sneaky and Mary-Beth is a good pickpocketer :)

Uncle: Raccoon

Weird, gluttonous, and trash animals? Uncle. But for real, raccoons might not look threatening but they can put up a FIGHT. Reminds me a lot of Uncle.

Abigail Marston ;): Red Shouldered Hawk

Very protective, gets PISSED. Abigail probably would kill like a bird of prey for her family. Love her. Love hawks. Also really wanted to make the Marston family BIRDS OF PREY heh

Jack Marston: Brown Falcon

Silly little guy, but still a predator. Hunts down Edgar Ross. Absolutely a bird of prey.

Miss Grimshaw: Emu

Miss. Grimshaw would single-handedly win a war against Australians. Therefore, emu. Cannot fly but has personality for years.

Simon Pearson: Turkey

Very American, balding, and they represent giving and food of course. I wanted to make him a sea related animal, like maybe a Manatee or a Walrus?? But I REALLY like turkey.

Leopold Strauss: Weasel

Evil fucker, that one weasel from Zootopia yes I just referenced that, also I want to toss him in macaroni.

Josiah Trelawny: Raven

Very clever, often represent magic. "Spiritual messengers". Also found that they represent "divine timing" which is funny as hell to me and very Trelawny. I play a silly DnD thing where I DM and roleplay as the entire freaking Van Der Linde gang and I made Trelawny just kind of show up at the simultaneously the worse and best times.

Reverend Swanson: RED SPOTTED TOAD!!!

MY FAVORITE CHARADCTER!!! and i gave him a toad :) BUT i like toads! Especially this silly guy <3 They represent transformation (very Swanson look at him go) and are often attached to witchcraft which I think is fucking hilarious for a reverend. These guys spend the day in rock crevices and come out during the night - they can survive 40% body water loss. Good for the morphine and alcohol :D

Kieran Duffy: Ring Tailed Cat

Look at those big eyes and tell me that's not Kieran. They get hit by cars all the time and that's soooo Kieran Duffy of them. They're super shy and timid but also hella adventurous to the point of stupidity. I've only ever seen one in the wild in my life and it very aggressively yelled at me. Wherever you are, sorry little dude.

Last but not least, Molly O' Shea: Bleeding Heart Dove

Another one my sister recommended. OH the symbolism, I could write a whole essay, it HURTS. Doves are obviously very common symbols for freedom and love. The plumage looks like a gunshot through the chest. HELLO!?!? CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?!??! It's a bleeding heart. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. They're freaking gorgeous majestic creatures, a symbol of resilience and beauty in the Philippines

And that's it?? I think. Would love to hear y'alls thoughts!

[cornerofhell]

Idk why I randomly got curious about this, do any of your slasher families have dogs? :) or cats?

Bonus: any mythical creature or horror creature feature type pets

Ooooh thank you thank you!!!

The Frosts: The Frosts have a giant Great Pyrenees named Cane (full name Hurricane) who is very protective of the kids, though Claudia has pretty much claimed him as HER dog. He's very protective and oftentimes you can hardly see him when out with his family.

They also have three kitties. A mama tabby, Cherry, and her two babies Pumpkin and Nutmeg. Finding Cherry in the cold, Crystal took the mama in and nursed her to health, while Jack claimed they didn't need any damn cats. You will now often see Cherry loudly purring in his lap, in his recliner while he watches TLC.

The Claus's: Before his death, Santa's helldeer Mistletoe was a beloved member of the Claus family. Sigrid never met him, but she was often told stories of how magnificent of a beast the creature was.

Now Santa has his reindeer, who though he preferred Mistletoe, he loves all of them. His girls are well-treated and pampered by him, and so much as a chipped hoof will get an elf sentenced to death.

As for current pets, Hela has one. A megalodon she named "Bubble". He is fed plenty of whales, loves head scratches, and often is seen giving his mommy rides around the sea. He is safely hidden and has plenty of space to roam.

Sigrid herself has a different creature. A dragon. Given to her by her grandfather, Askr may be a baby for now but he is SIGRID 'S BABY and you can often see him on her shoulder or being fed the finest of meats.

The Frost-Claus's: Of course Mistletoe and the reindeer are often spoken in this version of the Claus's as well.

Miriam has several pets that she adores. First and foremost, there is her chonky Basset Hound that she named Alfred, though you will often hear her call him other names such as "Ally-baby-boo" "Floppsy" and "Sniffles". Then there is her other puppy, Reginald, a giant Saint Bernard who you often hear her call "My widdle boy" "Slobbers" and "Reggie-weggie-woo-woo". She spoils them both very very much. Ofc they are Jack and Santa's as well, but the moment the pups were brought home they became Miriam's.

Miriam also has several birds in her own giant enclosure for them to fly around in happily.

The Rays: The Rays have their pets galore, and I'm just gonna name the mama's pets and do my nextgens' in another post. Tiffany has a giant Mainecoon kitty cat who she named Duchess who hates Chucky with a passion.

Michelle however, has a beautiful boa constricter that she lovingly named Sunny, and often takes her out to the garden with her. Sunny also hates Chucky.

The Caputos: Eddie and Donna have a pitbull named Duke, who they got to help protect their new apartment and give him a good home. Well. The second part was good.

Duke is scared of his own shadow, a giant love bug, could hardly catch flies let alone robbers, and Donna absolutely has gotten him some jammies, all while Eddie has to defend to Chucky that "Duke is a good guard dog, I swear".

The Leprechauns: The leprechaun cave is full of different pets for the children of the home, all given by their loving parents, but the matriarch of the cave does indeed have pets of her own that her hubby Lubdan got for her.

Lucky has two pet ferrets, Silky and Satin, little tricksters who hardly leave their mommy's side. Lucky pampers her girls with their own room for them to play in, and yes, has little outfits for them.

The Tudors: The Tudors only have one pet in their ice cream shop, and that's an old, but still kicking dachshund named Waffle. He has his own little hat and is often laying in his custom bed in Gregory's truck, loudly snoring. The family loves him very much.

[janeelyakiri]

doodle of Polly's father, Rex!

Big chonky lizard monster who lived in Hotland. He had a one night with an unknown skeleton monster (presume deceased before the barrier broke) and he ended up knocked up with baby Polly.

Few general facts/ideas:

-He's kinda like Gosha from Beastars, a bit awkward and chill. He's emotionally stunted some but adores his kid and did his best raising Polly.

-The skeleton partner is not related to the Snowdin boys/gaster in any way, and after that night was never seen again.

-In my AUs, the monster with the stronger magic carries the souling (pending mental health and intent as well), so it's very possible Mama Skeleton was already starting to Fall Down.

-Sadly Rex is also Deceased, he Fell Down shortly after Monsters went topside. He was old when Polly was born, and the excitement was too much.

-Yes, Polly did hatch from an egg

[5amanthus]

Three weeks old now! Their lil personalities and patterns are coming out very nicely now 💖Shaggy is the most curious, he's already climbing, walking around, looking at everyone, exploring but he doesn't wander far. Daphne is the biggest, she's a chonky and polite girl with beautiful little spots. Scooby is the calmest, he just likes to chill and look around, very quiet and polite boi 💖. And then Velma is gorgeous, beautiful pattern with lots of orange, she's also a lil peanut but just as active and vocal as her siblings, she's gonna be a lil monster when she's bigger 😂

[raptorsaurusmelain]

Let me show you... Youtube - chapter 25

No chapter until the 6th of november because of a project at work.

Warning : no proof reading, English is not my mother tongue.

If you are interested in reading this fic, the tag "#twst lmsyy" will give you all the chapters.

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Victoria still bought the pillow, in hope that it will solve her sleeping problem. That man could really sell his grandmother for some grapes.

After that she talked about nothing and everything with Sam. How she used to have sleepless nights, how her phD made her a star among her peers, why did he decide to not do any long scholar diploma, was Lucius always this THICC... A little bit of everything.

-For the question, Lucius used to be thin but became a healthy chonky boi after eating too many treats.-

She also bought some colorful wool -named “Hug me tender”- and a couple of crochet. She had found a tutorial about a skull cardigan on YouTube and she decided to do it. Maybe do one for Yuu and a little one for Grim if she had enough courage and her obsession was still on. She was in full arts & craft mode. It often came with her mania and it disappeared when she felt “normal” again. She always had many hobbies when she was in mania that she abandoned when she was in depression. She just hoped she could finish her cardigan in time for Christmas. She was the type of person that thinks that Halloween is all year long and pests when Christmas ads come before Halloween.

She went to her desk, deciding to procrastinate. Crowley never looked at what she did. He didn’t even understand what she did.

She wasn’t in the mood to work. She wanted to crochet and sleep. It was really a particular state of mind, to want to sleep so much and not do it, despite all the efforts in the world. It was… Irritating. She was sleeping the bare minimum for the human body to function, but not enough for the brain to handle the memories of the day. You couldn’t manage to do anything, everything was going too fast since your brain couldn’t handle the information well. Your senses were messed up too, having hallucinations for example.

It was a sh*tty moment to live. Hard days without proper medical help. She could just hope that Crewel’s tonic and the pillow will help her. Speaking of the pillow… She put the pillow on the chair, for her back. It wasn’t meant to be used like this but it would do for the moment.

She began crocheting. From what she understood, she needed to do 116 granny square. It felt good to procrastinate.

She heard a knock on the door. She quickly hidden the yarn. “Yes ?”

Crowley entered, a little timid. “It’s about earlier, Mrs Devi…”

Victoria became annoyed. “What about it ?”

Crowley sweated a little. “Well I wanted to apologize and explain myself, since I couldn’t do it when we clashed.”

[AH!] She spoke like it was evidence. “At the same time, I didn’t want to hear your tiny violin.”

He mimicked as if an arrow struck him in the chest. “Ouch, Mrs Devi can’t you be a little more generous, like me ?”

Victoria blinked for a few seconds. A few very long seconds. “No. I am a French monsieur, I am a pitbull made to grumble.”

Crowley looked at her, jaded. She continued. “Well, Can you explain to me why you want Yuu to attend class so much ?”

Crowley inhaled. “Even if Yuu isn’t from this world, it is important to set an example. It is normal for children to have those phases, but we can’t expect Yuu to miss school at the minor inconvenience.”

The woman blinked. “A… Minor… Inconvenience ? An overblot seems more than a minor inconvenience.”

The man continued. “My point is that, even if for you it seems like a quota, it wouldn’t be possible for a non-mage to enter this school. It really is just a matter of equity. Plus Yuu doesn’t have a guardian to sign his absence note.”

She cried out. “I can just adopt them ! I am old enough to have a child. Like this my mom will stop criticizing my life choices.” 

It was the raven's turn to cry out. “How are you going to do that ? You have no paper !”

There was a blank for a few seconds. “Very true… By the way, you wouldn’t know a doctor that accepts to see people without insurance or social security number ?”

Crowley looked at her, interrogative. “I can find that, yes… For when ?”

|I knew he was shady !!]. She answered with all the confidence in the world. “ASAP please, I need to sleep, else I will become more of a handful than I already am.”

Crowley nodded. “Very well… Could you give me your number so I can give you the details when I have your appointment ?”

The woman nodded. “Very well, it’s…”

When she got home, she got a text from Crowley indicating the details of the meeting, in a week from now. [He knows shady people too.] was her only thought. She was going to pay a lot of money for this appointment…

After an hour or so, she opened the windows and began to prepare the wall to be painted again. She decided to go for a more pine tree green than the original olive one. It was more ‘cute’ for her.

Yuu got downstairs at that moment. They were intrigued by her antics. “What are you doing ?” 

Victoria smiled. “I am preparing the wall to be painted… Want to help ?”

The Child’s eyes sparkled. “Really ?? What can I do ?”

The woman smiled. “Grab this brush and paint the wall in long vertical then horizontal strokes.”

They grabbed the brush and began to apply her advice. It made her smile fondly. She liked this kind of atmosphere. It reminded her of when at all of her cousins' weddings where she had to animate the painting activities for the children. Such fun times.

She asked. “What did you do today, baby ?”

Without looking away from the wall, Yuu answered. “I read the manuals. There are a lot of things I don’t know here.”

She put her hand on her heart. “Oooh studious like mom- I mean, me ! You need knowledge to adapt to a new environment !”

That night she didn’t sleep much despite the tonic. She was in her bed doing crochet. It is amazing all you can do when you don’t sleep at night. She refused to look at YouTube, she knew better now. Not today blue screen, not today.

She needed to train a lot to do regular stitches. It was hard when you see badly. So doing meticulous tasks had begun to be tedious, uh ? It was going to be a long week…

A voice could be heard. “I love you.”

She knew it deep down. She had auditory hallucinations about her ex.

Tag : @boba-tea-fish @hipsterteller

[rumor-imbris]

My dearest poet sister, my little night moth:

Heavy goes our heart this year, yet my sweet Lady Connor, my heart goes out to you.

When you told me about your darling baby Lu, it broke my poor heart, for I remember his little chubby cheeks and fluffy chonky looks in photos and I fell in love with that little devil boy, my adopted fluffy nephew.

The pain of a loss of a pet that is more than that, he was family is greatly immense, much more than anything in this world. The year has been difficult, sweetie, but you made it through and for that I'm proud of you 🫂 Though you may doubt it, but I know you did it and you will continue on in this coming new year.

As I take my leave, here's a little prose for your forever son Lucifero:

****

Little darling, little boy

You filled my heart with joy

Your paws imprinted on my soul

As you watched me grow, I watched you grow old.

You may be one part of my life

I was forever your entire life

You took your leave in peace like a shooting star

For I have witnessed you go up above.

My little darling, my little boy

May you run about the fields and play with toys.

I will shed tears to your memory, I will embrace you if you are in my dreams.

Lucifero, my dearest friend

My love for you, I promise, will never end.

****

Always yours,

La fatina lunare Giulietta 🌙✨

Oh, my dear Sis... My lunar fairy, my sweet Giulietta...

This... this is everything. Thank you so much. It feels like you gave me back a voice I had lost... I wanted to write something for him, but pain buried all my words, and then you came and wrote this stunning piece... I don't know what to say... I... I'm just so grateful...

I've told you many times how precious your friendship and support are to me, and again, thank you for having me as a friend, for giving me courage and always shutting my self-doubts up.

Here are some old pictures of Lu, when he was younger and I could still hold him, and when he liked to partecipate in everything I did! His eyes and his little evil look are unforgettable <3

Hugging you tight, sweetie Thank you very much, again

Love you sincerely

[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.

[nerves-nebula]

I can tell you about them;

Mew - Calico, oldest of our cats but she's not actually old/very old. She likes head scratches, and she has white, brown, and a little bit of black and slight orange markings. Least cuddly of them all, refuses to lay on anyone

Junior - Second oldest! only boy, he's a bit of a bastard to the girls during spring but thats how that works so we just stop it happening gently. He's also the biggest and cuddliest, You can hold him like baby. He's a soft shorthaired orange tabby

Ditto - Third oldest but I think the smallest. She's got fuckin claws and they HURT when she's kneading your lap when she sits on it. She prefers to cuddle on my lap when I'm on the floor, shes a black shorthair cat. She's kinda chonky. Will absolutely fucking scream at you for food

Loki - Lived up to her name at first, got into so much shit so often. We didn't get her as a kitten because she was a stray so we honestly have no idea how old she is. She's a grey tabby, fluffiest of all of them and also the fattest - my step dad jokes its just her fluffiness [She's not unhealthily overweight, either. Just. Fat.] She likes being brushed the most out of all of them!

-Cat Anon

stellar cat bracket good job anon