#i love drawing top down or bottom up bust doodle

[fishfingersandscarves]

mendoza doodles

[graedari]

Jonathan Sims character study. Results of Study: I love him💕

[Image ID: A page of digital drawings of the character Jonathan Sims from the horror podcast series "The Magnus Archives". He is depicted with shoulder-length dark brown hair in a half-up half-down style with various white streaks through it. He wears thick oval-framed glasses, a forest green waist coat, a white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a brown dress shoes, khaki slacks, and a watch on his left wrist, the face being turned to the inside of his wrist. The sketches going from the top left of the page to the bottom right: 1. A sketch of his face from a 3/4 perspective, looking annoyed at the camera. 2. A chibi-style drawing of Jon looking intimidated, holding a can of bug killer pointed at a spider on a table. The caption above it reads, "Who will win? 1 spidey boi or 1 Traumatized Archivist?" 3. A bust-up drawing of Jon, a somewhat disgruntled look on his face. He holds a portable tape recorder in his left hand up to his face to speak into it. In his right hand he has a cigarette loosely between his pointer and middle finger, the smoke rising up past his face. 4. A 3/4 drawing of Jon from his shoulders up. He looks exasperated in the middle of something, his right hand is raised gesturing wildly. 5. A drawing of Jon from waist-up looking directly at the camera. He holds the portable tape recorder up to his chest; a harsh bright green light is coming from behind him with eye symbolism. He is heavily shadowed but has green highlights in his eyes. 6. A chibi-style full-bodied drawing of Jon. He is holding the portable tape recorder in his right hand and talking into it. His left hand is held behind his back. 7. A drawing of Jon holding an axe in both hands. There are harsh shadows casting across the viewer's left. His right eye isn't viewable to the viewer as his left glasses lens is completely covered by the light. In a black background white text reads, "It is surprisingly easy to buy an axe in Central London..." 8. A 3/4 drawing of Jon that is meant to be a follow-up to drawing 7. He is looking panickly to the viewer's right where the lighting is casting more harsh shadows. He holds the tape recorder in his left hand, speaking into it saying, "Statement Begins: I fucked up..." /End ID]

And now - something completely different- a speed paint of this doodle page :)

Taglist below the cut:

@booklover223 @anitamta

[beetlelegs12]

i loved the italian fish

[ID: 3 drawings of the characters from luca. on the left is a full body drawing of the “monster version of luca. he has a long blue and turquoise scaled tail, his arms are also scaled and blue and turquoise. he has little fin like well fins on his elbows and part of his tail. his hands are also scaled and blue. he has an expression of happiness on his face. his clothes consist of a beige top with rolled up sleeves and dark blue shorts. his eyes are red and the white part of the eye is a yellow. the image on the right is also of his “monster form”. a bust drawing of him. he has the same features as described earlier, but now holds a face of wonderment. on the bottom right is a bust drawing of luca and alberto. alberto (on the right) is a brown skinned child with light brown hair and is wearing a yellow tank top. the expression on his face is one of excitement. alberto is extending his hand to show luca a cool shell. the shell is red and a light yellow, it is spiky and almost drill like. luca on the left is a light skinned child with dark brown hair and a beige top as described earlier. he is looking down at the shell in amazement. the background is a light blue and with little white doodles of various things such as: stars, a small school of fish, and the moon and stars and a small rocker blasting off. end ID]

[starcrossedkaiju]

Kingslayer AU: Chapter Seven

This one is very nice I think you will like it. I call this the “Scott accidentally makes friends” arc.

Scott had just returned from a boring mining trip. Thankfully it wasn’t netherite duty this time. He was looking forward to sitting down after putting everything away when he looked out the window.

Martyn was perched on top of the walls, he seemed to be writing something. Scott’s interest was piqued. It was just after nightfall and cold out. He wondered what the other man was doing as he quietly opened the door of the Renchanting base. It was one in the morning when he checked the clock. There was time to spare.

The world was silent save for a chorus of crickets. It had stormed the night before and a thin blanket of snow preserved the land in tiny crystals. Scott did his best not to crunch the ice beneath his feet as he approached the ladder strung over the high walls.

Looking up, he saw that the sky was clear and brilliantly lit by the stars. A third quarter Moon hung in the air. Obfuscated by the only bank of clouds in the night sky.

He climbed.

As Scott approached the top, he wondered what he was even planning to do. He was going to talk to Martyn, then what. The whole Red Army was still walking on eggshells around him. Of course he didn’t mind. No, he wasn’t supposed to. He was a spy.

That’s what he told himself to sleep better at night.

Yes, ever since he’d started “intermingling” with the Red Army he had grown to admire their friendship. Not between himself and them so much as between each other. It was refreshing. Scott caught himself smiling along with their jokes, tapping his foot to the beat of whatever song was on the radio.

He didn’t dare laugh, or start a conversation, that would be out of line for him. Not yet. Not right now. When tensions were still so high.

Scott poked his head over the top of the wall. Ever so slightly, glancing at the deserted surroundings. He ducked down just enough so that Martyn wouldn’t be immediately aware of his presence. Still contemplating whether or not he was making a good decision.

“You know, if you’re aiming to be sneaky you should really think about investing in a hat,” Martyn’s voice shook Scott from his thoughts.

It also shook him from his perch on the ladder. He jumped in surprise and threw his hands up, conveniently forgetting about the rung he was holding onto.

“Well, this is it,” Scott’s mind said to him, at least his green life track record wasn’t too shabby.

A hand clasped around his wrist, suspending him in air with his feet braced on the ladder.

Scott stared wide eyed up at Martyn, who looked like he was contemplating letting him go. Then he pulled the other back to the ladder and sat back down.

“Uh, thank you,” Scott almost whispered. Pulling himself up onto the wall.

“Well it would be very hard to explain to Timmy,” Martyn replied.

“Jimmy,” Scott corrected, still looking at his feet.

“Timmy,” Martyn said back immediately.

Scott shut up.

“Major?,” Martyn looked over at him. Scott’s head snapped to attention.

“Jesus! Are you possessed?” He asked.

“No. I’m fine,” Scott assured. He didn’t want to admit to himself that the Hand made him nervous.

Martyn laughed at his expense, “calm yourself Major,” he clapped him on the shoulder.

Against his best interest Scott flinched a bit. Trying to laugh off his discomfort.

“What brings you out here in the middle of the night?” Martyn changed the subject.

“I- uh. I saw you up here,” Scott scooted a bit closer, swinging his legs over so that he was facing the same way as the other man. He looked over to see what Martyn was working on.

A book with plain pages was splayed across his lap, the page open was about halfway through the well loved sketchbook. The first half’s papers were crinkled and discolored from use. On the open canvas was a few disconnected sketches of figures that Scott didn’t recognize. Smudges and erase marks scattered the page.

“What’re you drawing?” Scott asked. Aiming to redo the icebreaker.

Martyn held out his art book so the other could see better, “these are just some sketches of people I used to see on TV. That’s Metal Man. I’m certain he wasn’t actually called that; but I can’t remember his real name,” he explained.

Further down the page was “Scarlet Witch,” then there was a drawing of Ren that neither of them mentioned.

Scott pointed to the last drawing, a bust of a superhero-looking man, “that one looks like you,” he observed.

“Mm, maybe a little?” Martyn replied with a bashful inflection.

“Yeah that’s totally you. He even has the little swirly thing on the chest,” Scott said. Martyn made a dismissive gesture.

“Aw come on. Like you never wanted to be a superhero,” he replied quietly.

Scott giggled. He wasn’t making fun of Martyn. It was just funny, a little, to see the Hand of the King up here doodling cartoons.

“I usually come out here to draw the sky. It’s different every night, always pretty,” Martyn flipped the page back to reveal a drawing of the night sky.

It took up two pages, landscape style, entirely pencil. The scenery even included some landmarks like the very top of Big B’s base. Scott noticed that Martyn’s fingers were covered in excess graphite from blending out the stars.

It was beautiful.

“Helps me umwind,” Martyn flipped a few pages forward to a blank spread, “you should try it,” he suggested as he put the sketchbook in the other’s lap.

Scott sat cluelessly. Staring at the page when he was handed a pencil.

“I’m no artist. Not like you are,” he tried to pass the supplies back but the other refused.

“Whatever you want. It doesn’t have to be the sky, it doesn’t have to be anything recognizable,” Martyn encouraged.

Scott nodded. He adjusted his grip on the pencil and positioned it above the page. It stayed there motionless while he thought.

Martyn had grabbed his hand on that ladder. He let him sit next to him while he was completely vulnerable, trying to get away from reality on top of the wall as long as he could. Martyn showed him pieces of his world. The world the way he saw it, the way he chose to preserve it. Remember it.

He shared it without question and now he was telling Scott to do the same. Show him a bit of his reality so he could understand.

This was a leap. Scott knew it, straight out of his comfort zone; and there would be no turning around, but something in the back of his mind screamed that he couldn’t keep hiding from people.

So a line showed up on the paper, followed by another. Scott pulled the image out of his mind and funneled it through the pencil, the foreground and then the background. A landscape that shaped itself across the whole page. There were mountains fading into blue against the skyline, he remembered, a river with a house on one of its banks.

A floating mass of land in the sky with vines hanging from the bottom, and a building on top.

Martyn didn’t say anything. It was like he wasn’t even there. Scott started drawing a figure to occupy the space. Reaching deep into his mind to see their face. Their faces. Soon instead of one person there was two, then three, then four. He drew every attribute and detail that came back to him.

Twelve people. He didn’t want to forget them.

When Scott finished he put the pencil down next to him. So Martyn knew he was done. He held the page up to study what he’d made, looking for anything he may have forgotten.

“That’s pretty cool,” Martyn complimented him.

“Really?” Scott asked.

“Yeah, I like that dude. The one with the wings,” Martyn pointed to where Scott had drawn a man gliding through the air with huge wings, holding onto his striped hat.

“I don’t remember his name,” Scott admitted. Mostly to himself.

“He had a name?” Martyn asked.

“They all did. I can barely remember their faces,” Scott replied, running his fingers over each of the people he’d drawn. An ugly feeling of guilt made a home in his chest.

“It’s a lovely picture,” Martyn said after a few seconds. He took the book from Scott and ripped a chunk of the pages out, “here,” he held them towards Scott. Including the one he’d been drawing on.

Scott was shocked that the other had desiccated his art book so quickly, but took the pages. He may as well.

“Use em’ however you like. I have plenty more,” Martyn instructed. He clapped Scott on the back again.

Scott flashed him a smile, hoping he didn’t look too much like an idiot, “Thank you,” he said.

“I have to go,” Scott jumped quickly back onto the ladder. He made it a few rungs down before pausing and returning to the top.

“Sorry for kicking you in… You know,” he apologized.

Martyn threw his head back in laughter, “thanks Major,” he replied.

“Bye,” Scott responded. He descended the ladder quickly and jogged to the exit of Dogwarts, fumbling with the doors and then trudging down the hill to make way for his flower forest.

“Remember to get a hat!” Echoed from behind him.

Scott turned around momentarily and nodded to Martyn on the wall, then continued into the trees.

[halfgclden]

character meme for cleo;;; brotp meme for: l/katie, l/keaton, chase/ellie, chase/lulu, parker/kerri, parker/faye, jordan/victoria, ime/fizz, cleo/fizz;;;; headcanons: ☆ for chase, ☮for parker/faye, ★ for ime

Cleo

2-4 songs that are probably on their iPod: The Orion Experience - Cult of Dionysus, Chance The Rapper - Cocoa Butter Kisses, San Cisco - The Distance, ABBA - Voulez-Vous (fun fact: Cleo only has two tattoos that are pure text and one reads “VOULEZVOUS” and the other reads “ANGELEYES” because she Knows what’s up)

the one place they sometimes end up falling asleep – where they’re not supposed to: it’d be in the woods or the strawberry fields, but this happens very rarely

the game they’d destroy everyone else at: she loves pool and loves making people think she seems bad at it so that she can bet them lol 

the emoticon they’d use most often: ok it’s between 💕 and the pleading face but that won’t show up on the computer so

what they act like when they haven’t had enough sleep: she gets pretty cranky lol. it’s like when she can’t choose an outfit normally she just figures something out but when she’s tired and can’t pick out an outfit she wants to cry and not get out of the shower until the water runs cold.

their preferred hot beverage on really cold nights. or mornings. or whenever.: she likes chai lattes or mulled wine, depending on the mood

how they like to comfort/care for themselves when they’re in a slump: she likes to take baths but she can’t really do that at camp lol (which makes her extra sad), so she’ll do yoga, light some candles, and then play sad music over her headphone and pretend she’s in a music video as she stares out the window (bonus points if it’s raining and/or she’s on the bus)

what they wanted to be when they grew up: a writer, and then an architect (the second of which she’s actually got a degree in)

their favorite kind of weather: she likes it when it rains, but a warm rain, because it reminds her of home

thoughts on their singing voice (decent? terrible? soprano? alto?): she’s got a pretty good voice that she doesn’t do anything with but sing along to the radio/her playlist (but also get her drunk enough and she’s way down for karaoke)

how/what they like to draw or doodle: she mostly draws plants and things of that nature (ha, get it?)

L/Katie

who steals french fries off the other’s plate: L and every single time she pretends she didn’t do it and then laughs her head off at her own joke

who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple: gonna ignore this bc ya

who has to bust or bail the other out of jail: i can’t see either of them getting arrested but maybe katie because L went to a protest or something and got caught up in arrests???

who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues: katie seems like she’d give good advice. she was probably like “L what’s up with you and Blue n Rosie?? stop being a useless lesbian” so ya c:

who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes: i feel like katie does this and L just giggles

who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk: ummm they both seem like they’d be like “no, you take what you want” “no, no, i insist, take what you want” lol

who starts and who wins the pillow fights: L starts them and they both get tired rather than anyone winning

who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush: omf would either of them??? 

L/Keaton

who steals french fries off the other’s plate: see above lol, but she’d take them from Keaton less often and offer some of her own as well

who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple: ha neither they’re both like “EW”

who has to bust or bail the other out of jail: keaton is so tame but i can see some unfortunate thing happening that he got caught up in and he calls L all embarrassed bc he’s like “i don’t want rory to worry too much”

who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues: i think L is the one that gives more advice and comfort!!

who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes: L and keaton lets it slide because she’s a goober

who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk: lol L so that keaton can get the bottom bunk with his leg

who starts and who wins the pillow fights: they seem like they’d each throw a pillow and L would flop dramatically and give a death monologue 

who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush: neither?? idk

Chase/Ellie

who steals french fries off the other’s plate: chase always and ellie’s like “YOU HAVE UR OWN” and chase is like “YA BUT URS LOOK BETTER”

who has to bust or bail the other out of jail: look ik its always chase in jail but ellie has such a temper i feel like she’d be the one to be arrested lol 

who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues: umm chase gives comfort, not advice, and he also doesn’t date so i guess that answers that

who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes: lol chase?? he’d cheat by changing his card to say what he wanted it to with his powers

who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk: chase says give me top bunk or give me death

who starts and who wins the pillow fights: i feel like chase would start one jokingly and end up yelling “i surrender!!!” over and over again as all the siblings team up against him

who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush: omf definitely not chase. i feel like ellie WOULD tho and chase’s hair would turn bright pink 

Chase/Lulu

who steals french fries off the other’s plate: they each steal so many fries from each other that they might as well have eaten their own fries

who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple: it’d have to be lulu

who has to bust or bail the other out of jail: ok it’d be lulu busting chase out but also the idea of lulu going to jail and then making friends w all the inmates is so funny to me lol

who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues: they seem like they both wouldn’t?? chase might be like “u have any crushes?? is it carly?? u should do an interpretive dance to her favourite song i bet she’d fall for u then”

who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes: lulu and chase is like “oh!! i can not see! i must be blind!”

who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk: i feel like they’d actually race each other for it lol. chase pulls her off as she’s going up the ladder, lulu oils it so he can’t get up, they both have to sleep on the floor

who starts and who wins the pillow fights: lulu starts them, chase is too good at them, but also i can see her and logan and carly all teaming up against him here too

who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush: gods why can i 100% see lulu saying this and chase being like “noooooo”

Parker/Kerri

who steals french fries off the other’s plate: parker and kerri is like “why didn’t you get two orders????” and he’s like “bc you got one that i could eat (:”

who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple: lmao parker and kerri’s like “get ouTTa here valentine”

who has to bust or bail the other out of jail: i can’t imagine why parker would go to jail but it would probably be kerri busting him out lol

who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues: hmmm kerri bc parker’s not good at advice oR comfort lmao

who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes: kerri only did this once when she realized how dumb the move was in chess and just took it back. parker didn’t even realize what her mistake was

who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk: parker would want the bottom bunk tbh

who starts and who wins the pillow fights: kerri and parker’s like “oh so thAt’s how it is???” and she gives up before it gets too intense

who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush: omf parker?? but only when he’s in a certain mood and then kerri’s like “you can’t sAy that”

Parker/Faye

who steals french fries off the other’s plate: parker tried once and got one warning. next time he’s getting stabbed

who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple: neither, faye just gags loudly

who has to bust or bail the other out of jail: lmao parker and he’s like “tsk tsk” and she’s like “not another word”

who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues: lmao they don’t talk about this stuff with each other

who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes: um if parker tried this he Would get stabbed

who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk: faye calls dibs on whatever she wants that day and parker’s like “ugh” and argues for like five minutes just to argue and then lets her have whichever she wants

who starts and who wins the pillow fights: they don’t pillow fight anymore because every time they did it would get too serious lol

who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush: um this seems like more of a faye line but would she say this to jack ???

Jordan/Victoria

who steals french fries off the other’s plate: jordan doesn’t get food, he just steals victoria’s fries and then she’s like “vvvvvvv why didn’t you just sAy you wanted friES????”

who has to bust or bail the other out of jail: if jordan ever got caught, victoria. but also if victoria ever got caught doing something w cyrus i doubt she’d call jordan lol

who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues: umm they Don’t

who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes: they shamelessly cheat in other ways lol

who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk: jordan teleports there and sticks his tongue out and she’s like “well i wanted the bottom bunk ANWAY asshole”

who starts and who wins the pillow fights: jordan starts them and nobody wins them bc he runs away but vic counts that as him giving up so she wins lol

who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush: both of them are like “ew” but also vic would just to annoy him

Ime/Fizz

who steals french fries off the other’s plate: hmm fizz steals them and ime lets her

who has to bust or bail the other out of jail: ime has to bust fizz out and fizz is like “don’t say it” and ime’s like “u shouldn’t have gotten caught” and fizz is like “i told u not to say it!!!” and then she’s like “ugh just don’t tell alec they’ll cry” and ime’s like “hmmmmmmm… ok”

who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues: lol ime gives advice and fizz is like “omfg did i ask??”

who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes: neither of them need to do this they just play and let their powers go wild

who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk: hmm fizz

who starts and who wins the pillow fights: umm ime starts fizz wins?

who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush: ime says this to caine and fizz is like “i’ll kill u”

Cleo/Fizz

who steals french fries off the other’s plate: ummm fizz but cleo would offer anyway

who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple: lol cleo would

who has to bust or bail the other out of jail: cleo does nOt seem like the person who fizz would call but she’d come get her if she did

who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues: cleo’s like “ugH i like someone” and fizz is like “can u be a little quieter abt that please that’s gross”

who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes: they cheat in other ways thank u v much

who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk: ummm cleo will say she’s fine with either and then fizz chooses the one she wants and cleo sulks lol

who starts and who wins the pillow fights: cleo starts them by accident, fizz wins

who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush: fizz?? to make fun of cleo mostly

Chase

☆ - happy headcanon

chase will leave post it notes on his sibling’s doors/on the bathroom door/mirror to remind them to take their vitamins, grab their glasses on the way out the door, or pick up milk (and things like that). it started as a way to remind jesse that he should wear his glasses more but now caspar or ellie will also wake up with a little note on their door with a doodle that’s like “don’t forget an umbrella today! its supposed to rain!!

Parker/Faye

☮ - friendship headcanon

parker loves having a friend that he can be competitive with and also kind of be a total bitch with. he likes the fact that they banter and don’t talk about anything too serious

Ime

★ - sad headcanon

ime’s grandmother died only a few months after they arrived at camp. they were able to go home for the funeral, but they didn’t even know that she’d been sick and feel as though they never had a proper goodbye

[face-turn]

Hands to Learn

Pairing: Kenny/Kota (golden lovers) Words: 1.9k Rating: T  A/N: I was talking to @breadclubrising about how cute it would be if Kenny and Kota talked about how they would continue their own story. Answer: Very Cute Tags (i’m stealing @breadclubrising‘s tag list let me know if you don’t want to be tagged): @kidvoodoo @newjapan@kazuchika@wookieelover101 @geek-fangirl@lostsassafrass@brittany012364 @culturalrebel @sailoralderaan@mitchtheficus@kiwibunny @mistressbalor@50shadesofkennyomega @leelakoiwolff@daintymissdevitt@ultrabarbe1981-blog @mithen @nikkisflair 

Kenny jostled his laptop when he flopped gracelessly onto his bed, some kind of sick off-pink protein shake in a glass bottle cradled in the crook of his elbow. Kota peered out of the screen at him, all dark eyes and cupid’s bow and distracting shirtlessness.

“Those drinks are disgusting,” Kota said reproachfully, the corners of his mouth tucking down. Kenny gasped defensively and held the drink closer to his chest, balancing it like a baby.

“You’ve never tried them!”

“I’ve tasted them,” Kota replied. The aftertaste lingers in your mouth went unspoken, but Kenny could see it writ large across Kota’s face. There was something very expressive about the way his nose crinkled and his brows folded down. It spoke volumes about how whey protein tasted off of Kenny’s tongue. Apparently, not great.

Kenny waved it off, settling more comfortably against his pile of pillows and drawing his knees up to his chest.

“So I want you to get to the final,” Kenny said, uncapping his bottle. Kota’s eyebrow inched up. “Alright, I’ll get right on that,” He snarked, shifting up the bed on his side of the screen. “Let me just pull out my magical booking pants, where I get to book myself--” 

“No-- shut up, listen. I want you to get into the final, right-- as, you know. The bullet club leader, right? Because I’m still in love with you?” “Mmhm,” Kota hummed. “And you’re absolutely sure you’re going to make it into the finals?” “Well, I hope so,” Kenny hedged. “But, uh-- as him, you know, I’m sure I will. He knows that he deserves it and-- I don’t know, I think more than that, he needs to make it to the finals? He’s under a lot of pressure, you know?”

“Aaah,” Kota said sagely, leaning out of frame to grab something. Kenny watched the smooth stretch of skin over his ribs ripple attractively. “But what if I don’t make it to the finals, and you do? I put on good matches, right, but I don’t win-- blame the booking, whatever, we know it’s because I left but we can pretend-- but I win… not all of my matches but the important ones, with a knee?”

Kenny could feel himself brighten from head to toe. “My knee?” “You don’t have a copyright on knees, Kennytan. But yeah, I think so. If I could finish Tanahashi with a knee--”

Kenny narrowed his eyes at the screen. Kota looked this close to orgasmic.

“I don’t like you looking that way when you think of another man.” “Get your mind out of the gutter. Just think of the drama if I ignored you the whole tournament but went and stole all your moves like they weren’t even yours.” Kenny made a mildly distressed whining noise, “Don’t ignore me…”

“You big baby, we are talking right now. Don’t you think the payoff would be better if we didn’t speak until we had a match?”

Kenny could feel himself starting to pout but was powerless to stop it. “But Ibutan. I miss you-- in a wrestling way.” “Don’t be petulant, Kennytan. You can always come and wrestle with me, if you know what I mean.” In case Kenny didn’t know what he meant, he waggled his eyebrows in a lascivious manner.

“I actually did want to talk in person-- I was thinking maybe I could do some high-flying moves, and then--” “Tell me in person!” Kota laughed, leaving Kenny a touch winded. Jesus Fuck, he was so beautiful. Kenny despaired of the rest of the population. How could the rest of the world survive knowing that Kota existed and they didn’t get to text him good morning, let alone Skype him and blow kisses into the webcam?

“Okay, I’ll be just a little bit,” Kenny made a goofy kissy face at the screen before snapping his laptop shut and abandoning it on his bed. The glass bottle went into a bag to recycle later, along with a packet of sticky notes, some sharpie markers, and a couple of rolls of tape. When it came to fantasy booking, Kenny was always well-prepared.

Kenny toed on his shoes with the bag slung over his shoulder, not bothering to tie them. It was only a couple of floors, and he was… hopefully coordinated enough to navigate a few flights of stairs without busting ass tripping on a shoelace. Hopefully.

He slipped out the door, letting the lock click shut behind him, then had a minor spasm of panic thinking that he may have forgotten the room key inside the room. But no, it was fine. It was in his wallet which was in his pants, like it always was. Jesus Christ.

He was close by the stairs and he took them two at a time. It would make him seem over-eager if he knocked on Kota’s door less than 3 minutes after shutting the laptop, but frankly, he was nothing if not predictable in his over-eagerness. It would be embarrassing if anyone knew, but the stairwell was empty and there was nothing Kenny could do that would surprise Kota anymore. He’d already gotten all of his embarrassing antics out of the way in their first two years of dating.

Besides, Kenny thought as he shouldered open the stairwell door that guarded Kota’s floor, anyone who thought that Kenny was the embarrassing one had clearly never seen Kota coo over his cat for fifteen minutes, even though Hoshi was constantly pawing at the door for attention when they did anything that she couldn’t be included in.

Like trying to have sex.

Though, to be fair, Kenny did relate to that level of neediness. He, too, wanted to be with Kota all the time, getting his ears stroked and being told what a sweet, soft boy he was. It hadn’t happened yet, but Kenny was willing to bet that the experience would be well-worth the five year wait.

Kenny tapped on Kota’s door with his knuckles, the room number long since memorized. Shave-and-a-hair-cut, but the door swung open before he could finish, as it always did.

“You know that you could just knock?” Kota asked. The way his mouth quirked up into a smirk was even more attractive in person. Kenny despaired. “This makes me feel like a spy,” Kenny sniffed, herding Kota into his own room and kicking the door shut behind them. As soon as it snapped closed, Kota was in his space, pressing Kenny up against a wall and kissing his mouth, his chin, where his dimple would be if he were smiling. Apparently the taste of the protein shake wasn’t that much of a deterrent.

“Mm,” Kenny protested mildly, lifting his chin so Kota could suck biting kisses into his throat. “I wanted to talk about booking?” Kota pulled away, looking mildly incredulous. “I thought we were going to talk about wrestling.” He did the eyebrow thing again, to make his point clear.

“Oh, I mean--” Kenny said, feeling a little silly for wanting to talk about wrestling when they could be wrestling, eyebrow waggle. “--I brought post-it notes.”

Kota started laughing, pressing his forehead into the crook of Kenny’s neck. “I love you,” He told Kenny’s t-shirt. “I love you so much. You said you wanted to do flips?” Kenny kissed Kota’s bottom lip, because it was wet and shiny and he looked very pretty. Kissing Kota’s freshly kiss-swollen mouth was pretty much a compulsion, even if Kenny really did want to talk about the parallels in their narrative and how to reflect them in their movesets.

“Yeah,” He said, gathering himself and slipping past Kota into the room proper. “If you’re going to do knees, I want to do moonsaults. Standing moonsaults? I know that we always both did moonsaults but it’s really more your thing than mine. Or-- missile dropkicks, or those springboard--” Kenny was forced to cut himself off, because Kota was looking at him so fondly that Kenny’s heart stuttered a little. He trailed off into silence.

“Are you writing a love-letter to my wrestling, Kennytan, or are you fantasy calling?”

Kenny opened his mouth. Closed it. “-- Both?” He had the good grace to look a little embarrassed.

Kota kissed his cheek again and climbed onto the bed, settling against the cushions and opening up his own notebook, which had been sitting on top of the covers. Kenny was unsurprised to see that Kota had been taking notes-- when it got right down to it, they were equally nerdy and terrible. Kota just looked hotter while doing it.

“I think you should try bridging your suplexes,” Kota said thoughtfully, jotting something down in a margin. “You always look really hot when you do it.” Kenny could feel himself starting to blush, even though he also thought that Kota looked really hot when he did any kind of bridge. “That’s not as obvious as a standing moonsault.” “But you would look really hot.” Kota urged. “And you could do both, of course. Maybe theatrically scan the crowd like you’re looking for me before and after?” “I’m never theatrical,” Kenny sniffed, bouncing onto the bed and starting to make notes on his post-it note booklet. “All of my actions and reactions are 100% genuine, there is no over-acting in my wrestling.”

“Mmmhm,” Kota hummed in that way he had where it was clear he’d stopped listening and was instead thinking hard about something else. The nonverbal equivalent of a ‘yes dear’. “What if I used the one-winged angel? Would you be mad?” “No, that would be amazing. You know it’s really hot when you hit my moves, right?”

“No, no-- I know you wouldn’t mind, I mean. In kayfabe, would Kenny Omega be mad that I hit his finisher after ignoring him all tournament?” Kenny had to consider that, idly doodling circles on his hastily-scrawled post-it list. “I… think so? Especially if I’d been having a hard time hitting it myself, you know? It would push that ‘Kota is better at wrestling without even trying’ angle we’ve had going.” Kota nodded slowly, writing it down. “You could post about it on Twitter.” Kenny’s knee-jerk reaction was good luck stopping me, so he supposed that all was working as intended. “It does help that you’re actually a better wres--” Kota was over him in an instant, pressing warm palms to Kenny’s face and forcing him to meet surprisingly fierce brown eyes. “Don’t say that. You know that’s not-- Kenny.”

“Well--” Kenny said weakly, dropping his post-it notes onto chest and not really minding when they slid off onto the floor. “Ibutan, I mean, objectively,”

“Don’t talk about my best friend that way. Asshole.” Kota brushed a sweet kiss across Kenny’s mouth. “You know you’re good. We’re fucking amazing.” Kota was incredibly foul-mouthed when he was trying to make a point. “I know, I know,” Kenny mumbled, tipping his face up for more reassuring kisses. He may as well get something out of his bout of mild insecurity. “I’ll do a golden triangle moonsault and when I call it, instead of pointing up I’ll point at you.” Kota kissed him again, lingeringly, this time. “I’m going to wear an Okada t-shirt.”    Kenny inhaled, offense, for once, not feigned. “You wouldn’t.”

Kota laughed, burying his hands in Kenny’s hair and thumbing at the hollows behind his jaw. “I wouldn’t,” He agreed. “You know I’m always rooting for you.”

Kenny tipped his face into Kota’s palm and kissed the heart line. Kota was right-- they were fucking amazing.

[diegest]

2010 V.S. 2019

Age 15 and almost 25

(This is long a messy but I wanted to make some kind of post about it before the year ends.)

I was making a stink face bc my then best-friend was over and said something funny before she took the picture and afterwards we busted out laughing. We were at my then step-dads parents house out in the country walking down to their creek either just getting done swimming in their pool or intending to get in it after going to the creek.

I was most likely a freshmen or sophomore at the time of this picture. (Probably right before sophomore year started...) It was definitely during Summer. I either had a flip Nokia phone or an LG Neon at the time as I upgraded from one to the other. I had my first “job.” I was a veterinary assistant after school for a few hours a day and did some work out there during Summer as well. I wasn’t paid and used my time as a volunteer to play with animals, hold them down for simple procedures, walked dogs, and it helped me gauge whether or not I wanted to actually pursue being a veterinarian. I had competed in track for 6 years in a row by this point and was probably finished with it by the time this picture was taken. (Two Elementary School leagues, all three years of Middle School, freshmen year of High School). I was crushing HARDCORE on my childhood best friend whom I’ve known since the age of 6 but neither of us could handle our feelings for the other and things would become super awkward until we had actually dated 7 years later. I was tan as hell because of track practice, walking to both pools in town, and walking to Sonic with friends during sleepovers.

I was struggling trying to find my identity as a teenager while maintaining being in the middle of my parents joint custody battle and being forced to be 100 miles away from my friends two weekends out of the month. I was a cynical older sister of two step-brothers and did not use my time with them as wisely as I wish I could have, sometimes being a real bitch to them looking back at it. I had no control over my hair color or length and remember desperately wanting to layer it to look like a scene kid despite how naturally thin it is. I had just started dabbling in eye liner (not pictured, as I preferred and still prefer my poolside activities over makeup), wore converse every day I wasn’t wearing flip flops for the season, wore baggy jeans, the same Paramore hoodie daily, and had an extreme creative drive that I miss deeply. I was bullied horribly for my teeth, nose, skin (I had terrible eczema that pool water, cortisone shots, and Summer weather in general helped tremendously with!), height, cup size, fashion, hobbies, having split parents, and then some. My metabolism was extremely high and I was in my athletic prime. I had a touch of internet fame by drawing my own personal characters on deviantArt.com as well as fan art for games and shows I was super into using my first Wacom tablet on my first laptop and to this day still have a folder of fan art created for me on my computer. I was obsessed with cats, rock music, anime, and drawing. I could drive a boat and got both a high five as well as scolded for that time I flipped myself into the water to retrieve my dads hat while we were going full speed over white-caps because I was too impatient for him to circle around and wanted to impress him and the rest of the family. I was for the most part unafraid of most things.

I was secretly extremely depressed and suicidal during the school year to the point I had missed my period for 5 months because of stress alone and I’m certain at the time this picture was taken, I was almost breathing a sigh of relief I was off from school for the summer. I had a close knit group of friends still before it had combust the following school year. I was “working” as a veterinary assistant but also had interests in pursuing being an animator, art director, cartoonist, children’s book illustrator, or graphic designer by this point and my mom encouraged me to pursue whatever I was comfortable with. I wasn’t really boy crazy like my friends were, instead having my heart set on one in particular and probably still having a soft spot for my ex whom I was with for 3 years prior. My bedroom contained my artwork, sports posters, cat posters, band posters, and trophies/medals from my days running track. My friend and I, though not legally allowed to drive, would occasionally sneak to Taco Bell using her parents car if they weren’t home and we never got caught or pulled over for it. My grades were A’s and B’s, though I could not pay attention in History to save my life because I was too preoccupied with doodling on my papers and ignoring this asshole who was two classes above me who had called me ugly but then admitted he liked me at one time because of my attitude?? He’s still an idiot from what I’ve heard only he’s an idiot who knocked up a few women post-high school, is apparently married now, and no surprise to me - is still stuck in that same small town with no goal to go anywhere outside of it.

I was scared of the outside world beyond my small town and had no idea how rough it would get for me. The family issues and my trip to family court had not happened yet. I had yet to become estranged from my family. I was small and awkward as hell. I struggled to hold conversations or make eye contact unless it was with people I felt most familiar with since people were kinda fucking mean. I could argue back but would immediately break down and cry from the interaction at the first chance I’d get. I’d use books, art, and video games for the escapism. Life felt scary and fragile and so very uncertain but at least I had a few individuals in the world whom I loved so much and who I know loved me.

I’m 24 now. I’m now in control over my own hair cut and color. I choose to keep it long as I didn’t even like the way it looked short when I finally chopped it as a teenager. It’s been red, reddish blonde, blonde on top and brown on the bottom, dark brown to blonde ombré, and now platinum blonde with my natural color as a shadow root and I quite like it. I don’t really dabble in makeup unless it’s for an occasion except for covering up my acne as my body decided that having zero acne in my teen years was just too good for me while I was battling eczema instead. I’m not nearly as tan or athletic as I’m forced to be inside at most times. I still love to swim though and I take every opportunity to go to my childhood beach during the Summer when I can in particular. I still don’t consider myself to be family-oriented despite this year really challenging that for me. I have a ton of amazing friends and people who care about me and feel like recently in particular, I’m always busy with someone doing something and making memories as we do whatever.

I have a bachelors in Psychology and a minor in Art, though I did not pursue a masters in art therapy like I had originally intended. I was heavily burnt out from school and my baby brothers worsening medical conditions and the news that he had been in a children’s hospital for quite some time with my family deliberately choosing not to tell me made me choose not to pursue one for the time being. I was working at Dairy Queen while technically sharing a lease with my ex before finding a job at a psychiatric hospital that I loved and getting my own apartment to myself and my cat, whom my ex gave to me as he saw she benefited me more than she benefited him. Though I lost that job, I can now say I have two years of field experience in Psychology and almost 6 months worth in social work and feel like I’m always learning something.

I’m not as creative anymore because the years of crippling depression, anxiety, and being forced to create for school absolutely ruined any creativity I had once had. Though occasionally I’ll have the opportunity to channel that creativity into a video game or quick doodle for a child.

I’ve moved to two cities after moving out of my high-school “home” town (not quite home but a good chunk of my upbringing!) and have every intention of doing it again within the next year after I save up some. I don’t take shit from anyone and have taken after the best parts of my moms personality in my opinion with the added benefit of my dads patience and keen eye. I’m known for making people around me comfortable and able to laugh and decompress and have been fortunate enough to use that power professionally. I would like to go back to mental and behavioral health as I miss the thrill and excitement as well as the camaraderie with fellow staff members in the pursuit of helping individuals. I’m very likely starting a new position in my company as early as next week and have been extremely excited about the pay and hour boost. I’ll be getting my dog in just over two weeks and am excited to start our life journey together. Though I had developed my moms serial-monogamist trait for a while there after my 6 year-long relationship had ended in the pursuit of finding someone to fill that gap, I feel very comfortable lately simply being pursued and wanted without the commitment. I’m addicted to sushi bowls, coffee, and chocolate. My passion is helping others. I feel comfortable in my body enough that I would love to pursue modeling of some sort and have been lucky enough to dabble in that a bit already. I also have a bit of a love for fashion now, though I rarely feel the urge to actually properly plan my outfits unless my goal is to dress to impress or for the sake of photography.

I’ve learned to allow myself to enjoy the things I enjoy without the fear of judgement from others. I still love nerd-culture and have somewhat recently taken an interest in cosplay and want to attend more conventions. I’ve learned that it’s an accomplishment for me to have gotten this far, to have my own place, and that it’s alright that I don’t have everything figured out and not everything has to be figured out right away. I don’t have the same best friend I had 10 years ago, but we’re still in contact and I love my current best friend tremendously though I don’t get to see him often. I’ve learned that my current group of friends may be temporary, but while I’m lucky enough to be around them I’m going to do what I can to make them feel as loved and cherished as possible and make plenty of memories. Ivy and I are doing well and I know we will continue doing well even with Atticus by our side. I value traveling way more and will continue to travel and see new things when I’m able to. Eventually I’ll narrow down a Masters program and go back to school when I feel ready. I might even work alongside my brother at some point as we had talked about working on a project together and I’m pretty excited. This is getting really really long oops

I also just look dope as all hell with blonde hair and have gotten the notoriety of being “that blonde girl who wears the leather jacket” and I’m beyond thrilled about this. I’ve come a long way and I’m proud of myself. It’s hard to believe that lanky, tan, dark haired, greasy-headed kid is me but I think she’s come a long long way and I’m genuinely proud of her for doing so and not ending things when she’s had the opportunity. Here’s to 10 more years of careful and concise progress and glow-ups~