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@smalltowndimwits
Kenneth
Not gonna lie. Forgot about this
Texas Chain Saw Game Victim Valentines! 💗
[feel free to repost, please do not crop!]
model renders by NicosSillyArt
A family of little yippies <3
miss u king ✊✊
I'm still around just getting my life together. Got a new job, spending time with my girlfriend. Planning to propose when I go see her in Canada. Just trying to figure out my stuff but I miss everyone too
Holy mcheck I finally got back into this. Thanks Tumblr jesus
Michael rarely gave himself enough credit for his skills, it had taken him years to even admit that his art was good and even now there were days where the adolescent struggled with appreciating his work. However despite all of this there was one thing Michael did he think he was pretty good at, and that was tattoos.
He started doing them when he was only thirteen, doing simplistic stick and poke tattoos on himself and then his friends, the minute he got his hand on his own tattoo machine it only went up from there. Tattoos were Michael's favorite form of self expression, second only to traditional art. They were the perfect combination of pain and beauty, a near permanent artistic exhibition.
Today was another tattoo appointment, a free consultation followed by an actual appointment if that's what the client was comfortable doing. It didn't take long for Michael to find the client, unless there were several appointments going at once the tattoo station and surrounding area were typically empty.
Michael quickly made his way over there with his sketchbook and a kind smile, bowing in greeting before taking a seat. " Ah, my three o'clock? Great, it's wonderful to meet you. My name is Michael and I'll be your tattoo artist today. What were you looking at getting today? We have a lot of designs, probably too fucking many, or I can draw something custom to your likes. "
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Kenny looked around the building as he sat in his chair. The blond had been itching for a new tattoo for months and he finally gave in and decided to get one, tapping his hands on his jeans looking up when he heard the voice "oh hey Michael we went to school together. Kenneth." He smiled and stood up "I'm actually down to get anything! Is there anything you've been wanting to do? I really just want something cool I don't mind what it is! Oh and on my arm. I want it done on my arm." Kenny laughed and rubbed his neck, getting a tattoo always made the man overly excited and he couldn't wait to get it started.
" Ah, always great to see an old friend. " Michael barely remembered Kenny, although all of highschool was a bit of a blur. Not that the adolescent minded, he was sure that there was much more worth forgetting than remembering from those years. He had to admit Kenny had aged well and was very handsome
" Are you sure Mr. Kenneth? I can, of course, but it's pretty fucking permanent, " Michael joked before pulling a pencil out from behind his ear and smiling up at the other. " Are you sure you wouldn't prefer something more specific? "
"Don't worry I got all the tattoos I want that have sentimental reasons now I just want others," Kenny moved his left ear showing a question mark, he rolled up his left pant leg showing a group of sunflowers and he rolled up his right shirt sleeve showing a cardinal "got one for both my siblings and something that's important to me so now I want something you want to do." He smiled down at Michael putting his hands in his pockets "I trust your judgment so go ahead! Do what you want to do!"
Kenny sat back down and grinned "I trust you even if you put a dick on me. I know it'll be done professionally and with care in your design."
Michael rarely gave himself enough credit for his skills, it had taken him years to even admit that his art was good and even now there were days where the adolescent struggled with appreciating his work. However despite all of this there was one thing Michael did he think he was pretty good at, and that was tattoos.
He started doing them when he was only thirteen, doing simplistic stick and poke tattoos on himself and then his friends, the minute he got his hand on his own tattoo machine it only went up from there. Tattoos were Michael's favorite form of self expression, second only to traditional art. They were the perfect combination of pain and beauty, a near permanent artistic exhibition.
Today was another tattoo appointment, a free consultation followed by an actual appointment if that's what the client was comfortable doing. It didn't take long for Michael to find the client, unless there were several appointments going at once the tattoo station and surrounding area were typically empty.
Michael quickly made his way over there with his sketchbook and a kind smile, bowing in greeting before taking a seat. " Ah, my three o'clock? Great, it's wonderful to meet you. My name is Michael and I'll be your tattoo artist today. What were you looking at getting today? We have a lot of designs, probably too fucking many, or I can draw something custom to your likes. "
@smalltowndimwits
Kenny looked around the building as he sat in his chair. The blond had been itching for a new tattoo for months and he finally gave in and decided to get one, tapping his hands on his jeans looking up when he heard the voice "oh hey Michael we went to school together. Kenneth." He smiled and stood up "I'm actually down to get anything! Is there anything you've been wanting to do? I really just want something cool I don't mind what it is! Oh and on my arm. I want it done on my arm." Kenny laughed and rubbed his neck, getting a tattoo always made the man overly excited and he couldn't wait to get it started.
Michael rarely gave himself enough credit for his skills, it had taken him years to even admit that his art was good and even now there were days where the adolescent struggled with appreciating his work. However despite all of this there was one thing Michael did he think he was pretty good at, and that was tattoos.
He started doing them when he was only thirteen, doing simplistic stick and poke tattoos on himself and then his friends, the minute he got his hand on his own tattoo machine it only went up from there. Tattoos were Michael's favorite form of self expression, second only to traditional art. They were the perfect combination of pain and beauty, a near permanent artistic exhibition.
Today was another tattoo appointment, a free consultation followed by an actual appointment if that's what the client was comfortable doing. It didn't take long for Michael to find the client, unless there were several appointments going at once the tattoo station and surrounding area were typically empty.
Michael quickly made his way over there with his sketchbook and a kind smile, bowing in greeting before taking a seat. " Ah, my three o'clock? Great, it's wonderful to meet you. My name is Michael and I'll be your tattoo artist today. What were you looking at getting today? We have a lot of designs, probably too fucking many, or I can draw something custom to your likes. "
@smalltowndimwits
Kenny looked around the building as he sat in his chair. The blond had been itching for a new tattoo for months and he finally gave in and decided to get one, tapping his hands on his jeans looking up when he heard the voice "oh hey Michael we went to school together. Kenneth." He smiled and stood up "I'm actually down to get anything! Is there anything you've been wanting to do? I really just want something cool I don't mind what it is! Oh and on my arm. I want it done on my arm." Kenny laughed and rubbed his neck, getting a tattoo always made the man overly excited and he couldn't wait to get it started.
Bro you do not gotta be trying that hard for some hoe
[So Kyle has actually been moved to @theseakingbroski I just finished it
have you ever read that book she's just not that into you? it's a great read
What do you mean? I obviously can't answer for her but yeah so shut it!
You know Kyle, maybe you should try being an asshole towards Heidi. She clearly has a type and its clear you aren't it, switch it up my brother
What do you mean? I'm not going to be a jerk?
This is so funny
[ Text to: Kyle 💚 ] Hey Kyle!!! 👋🏻
[ Text to: Kyle 💚 ] Do you want to help me with a project? I can't promise it will be easy, or short-term but I know it will improve the community!!
[ Text to: Kyle 💚 ] We could meet up for lunch and I could tell you all about it! Only if you want of course 💚
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[Txt: Heidi ❤️] a project? What kind of project? I can try to help
[Txt: Heidi ❤️] sure! Where are we meeting up?
[ Text to: Kyle 💚 ] Yes! It's my greatest idea yet, I just know it's possible! I can feel it 💚
[ Text to: Kyle 💚 ] What about Nueva Familia? It's usually pretty quiet there 😊
[Txt: Heidi ❤️] yeah that sounds good. I'll be there!
[ Text to: Kyle 💚 ] Hey Kyle!!! 👋🏻
[ Text to: Kyle 💚 ] Do you want to help me with a project? I can't promise it will be easy, or short-term but I know it will improve the community!!
[ Text to: Kyle 💚 ] We could meet up for lunch and I could tell you all about it! Only if you want of course 💚
@smalltowndimwits
[Txt: Heidi ❤️] a project? What kind of project? I can try to help
[Txt: Heidi ❤️] sure! Where are we meeting up?
[ Text to: Kyle 💚 ] Yes! It's my greatest idea yet, I just know it's possible! I can feel it 💚
[ Text to: Kyle 💚 ] What about Nueva Familia? It's usually pretty quiet there 😊
[Txt: Heidi ❤️] yeah that sounds good. I'll be there!
[ Text to: Kyle 💚 ] Hey Kyle!!! 👋🏻
[ Text to: Kyle 💚 ] Do you want to help me with a project? I can't promise it will be easy, or short-term but I know it will improve the community!!
[ Text to: Kyle 💚 ] We could meet up for lunch and I could tell you all about it! Only if you want of course 💚
@smalltowndimwits
[Txt: Heidi ❤️] a project? What kind of project? I can try to help
[Txt: Heidi ❤️] sure! Where are we meeting up?
Kyle laid on his bed reading something on his phone, with it being the last night of Hanukkah he decided to invite Heidi over to celebrate with them. He was nervous, he knew Heidi was accepting but it was still a lingering thought in his head. He looked up hearing a knock on the front door, he stood up jogging downstairs hearing his mom welcome Heidi. He smiled reaching the bottom of the stairs "hey. How are you?"
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Heidi had been a little nervous coming over and It was only more apparent as she patiently waited outside on the Broflovskis porch. Heidi was under the impression that the holiday was family oriented, and while she was honored to be invited the smallest voice in the back of her head told her that she didn't deserve such an invitation, and that she was still the bigot she once was. Still, Heidi wasn't about to let that bring her down, she loved the Broflovskis! Their entire family had always been very welcoming in her experience and it didn't take long for all her worries to disappear as the friendly face of Mrs. Sheila Broflovski welcomed her inside.
The brunette had gotten so caught up in the conversation with Kyle's mother that she nearly missed what Kyle said. An obvious blush spread across the smiling girl's face as she greeted back her friend. " Hey Kyle! I'm good, cold. " Heidi laughed, it had been snowing for the past week nearly non stop so the temperature was rapidly dropping. " How are you? "
Kyle rubbed his neck "I'm good I was helping my mom cook all day so I was just relaxing." He rocked on gus heels, after their kiss Kyle had become much more nervous around Heidi "um we can't eat until my dad gets home so do you maybe want to hang out in my room for awhile?" He motions to the stairs "we can sit down and watch something until my dad gets home." He crossed his arms and tapped his arm with his fingers. He knew he shouldn't be nervous but he couldn't help it