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Photos from my trip to old world wisconsin fir my birthday, if anyone is interested in old times things due to rdr2

Outside town hall

I might make a poll if I should go back and put Arthur Morgan's wanted poster on a couple of the posted boards I saw

Inside town hall

Two cows live in there

A outhouse

It's a cool old timey gutter made of logs (I don't know why the photo is messed up)

Cool lanterns that flickered but weren't real. Me wishes I could have one for cosplay and general collection of items. Camping, maybe too?

Natural dyed yarn

I didn't take many photos and was more into it for the experience. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it.

Condesce drawing based off of this AI generated inspirational quote my brother got one time.

i was tagged by @howmuchchildrens to answer these questions but i don’t like long posts so i’m just answering them in a new post 

3 favorite ships: patrochilles (iliad), snowbaz (carry on), laurie/amy (little women)

Lipstick or chapstick: lip gloss. i know that it’s not an option but    i like lip gloss ok

Last Song: nobody by mitski

Last Movie: jojo rabbit

Last Book: currently reading emma by jane austen

3 Things that make you happy: art, kissing, picnics

I edited this comic strip to get rid of Garf's text bubbles cuz I saw it in a post thread, and it seemed to improve upon the humor of the comic so I wanted to see the effect it had on this one

I MADE IT TO 100 FOLLOWERS YIIIPPPIIEEEEEEE ❗❗❗❗

All I ever do is draw 24/7 so I'm gonna post some different stuff of my personal life to celebrate! Won't be offended if you don't care so I'mma put a cut for where the babbling starts

Super sloppy but it's fun

Let me elaborate on a few things. First off, my GORGEOUS BABIES

This is my boy Nick:

He's a silly goober and my best friend. He's 7 years old. Biggest cuddle monster in the world. Expect more posts of him

And this... Is Luna.

I don't have many pics of him bc we lowkey have beef (jk, he's just not a very friendly cat so I don't bother him)

And then Joey! He's the newest addition. We adopted him a couple weeks ago because of certain not very good events happening to his previous owner.

He's very old. But a sweetie pie nonetheless.

Next! Room reveal.

I put a lot of time, money and effort into my room so it's nice to show it off. I don't have a lot to say about it other than that though lol

Lastly, my system. Although it is a major part of my life, it's not something I talk about often because we are very (and luckily) well functioning and organized. I probably won't post about it very much, but if you are curious feel free to shoot me an ask about anything you want. I do not get offended easily so don't worry about prying lmao

Thanks for reading my info dump! Now back to my terzomega obsession ❤❤❤

I’m so tired

Have a sexy demon. I’m going to take a nap

My life feels so numb right now, I need to actually tell myself which feelings are which and everything goes wrong too soon, like can I just enjoy something for fucking once in my lifetime

Im so confused, Im not sure how Im gonna continue like this is just a slurry of shit and i feel buried at the very bottom of it all. Someone give me a damn shovel and a lantern so I can find a way to dig myself of this fucking misery, I just wanna feel something other than hate and jealousy and sadness.

"victor noir's the sexiest statue" it's a fucking grave what is wrong with people?? Dude got murdered and a statue of him was out on his grave and people sexualize it bc "it's meant to bring fertility" ????

People (rightfully) get angry about female statues getting sexualised but THATS fine? Riding/stroking the statue's penis area and kissing him? Cut that shit out, what's wrong with you

short and simple vent piece from a little while ago

my pronouns are he/him but suddenly when we enter the bedroom together i’m a she/her. weird

I’m hearing you out on dealer

[ taking this as an opportunity to write a fic for the dealer :PPP ]

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘯

|| synopsis : falling in love with a creature beyond god. (or maybe he's just crazy) ||

[ cw: harassment, canonical violence ]

It's been some time since you started working at this dinky nightclub, and you absolutely hated it. It was constantly disgusting and smelt heavy of smelted drugs and often iron. The music was always playing way too loud for it to be enjoyable, and you hated it more than anything. Every moment was overwhelming and the patrons did not make it any easier. 'The junkies come out at night.' You tried to see the best in folks that came into the club, but that statement started to seem more and more true every shift you had. And of course, it was a damn weekend shift, so the place was packed more than normal. The chatter was almost enough to drown out the loud and almost consistent shot sounds coming from upstairs. Almost. Still, you'd feel your body jolt as the sound that overtook the music and speaking every time you heard it.

You had been hired as a sort of, 'help', taking drinks to people in the side rooms and ever so rarely you'd have to take a twelve pack of beers upstairs into what you and your co-workers called 'the game room'. You never really met the man who resided inside, but ever so often you did see him looking down over the balcony edge, peering down at all the people. Often, you joked with the bartender, Johnny, that he was selecting his neck plaything, other times, you'd offer a small wave when you caught him staring you down. He was your boss after all, and it's not like you couldn't interact with him. He'd always nod his head down at you after these little interactions, and you couldn't tell if he'd smile or if that was just his face.

He was, a large man. He almost reminded you of 'King pin' from those old marvel comics. He intrigued you sure, but you weren't one to poke the bear. You'd shake the thoughts of him away from your head as you heard someone slur your name out, making you turn around. It was a regular, he was here every weekend, just to bother you. That's how it seemed anyways. You'd roll your eyes and walk over with a smile, "Welcome back, sir, is there anyway I can help you today?" You'd offer your kindest and loudest customer service voice, holding your little notepad up as you waited for him to speak. When his hand reached out and pulled the back of your knee closer to him, you felt yourself cringe internally. You'd pull away from him, sighing softly.

"Come on baby, you know you want this dick of mine. You stare at me all the time." Yeah, because you scratch at the inside of your arm like you cant wait for you next shipment of needles. You thought, snickering to yourself as you shook your head. "Sir, I've told you several times I have a boyfriend. Now, what can I get you to drink?" You asked, making sure to lock your legs now so he couldn't pull you easily. He gave a groan and rolled his eyes at you, grabbing your wrist and yanking you harshly down, placing your hand on his almost exposed crotch. Your face went pale, having to swallow the vomit that threatened to bubble up, you try and tug your hand away with no avail, tears lining the bottom of your eyes as you felt the heat of this random man against your palm. "Dude, what the hell? Get the fuck-" You started, before feeling a large hand on your shoulder. Your head snapped over to look over your shoulder, eyes seeing the lower half of the dealers pinstripe suit.

Your gaze trailed up as you still tried to pull you hand away, "Oh- Sir I'm sorr-" You were cut off again by a jut of the mans hips, the junkie hadn't even noticed the man looming over the two of you. The dealer would clear his throat, making the man look up and release your hand, causing you to fall back flat on your ass. You scrambled to get up onto your feet, The Dealer watching you and making sure you stood up alright before speaking to the man.

"How would you like to make a large sum of money tonight, son?" His voice was low and gravely, and just his stature alone was enough to bring even a pang of fear into your own heart. The man looked up at The Dealer, eyes blown out as he tilted his head. "How much money are we talking?" The patron asked, clearly interested in a little more drug money.

"Hundreds. Thousands. Millions." The Dealer said, his smile never dropping for a moment, even you were a bit curious, wondering how he could offer up millions of dollars but not hire a janitor. Though, with your still shaking hands, you nodded slightly and began to walk away from the men, only being stopped by a large hand on your waist, pulling you closer. The Dealer was a well put together man, but he stank of cigarettes and gun powder, you found out with your newfound place at his side. His hand moved up to your shoulder, the grip on you tight but not hurtful.

"Oh, fuck yeah! I'm fuckin down, let me finish up with this broad!" The man stood and pointed a thumb at you, making you shrink ever so slightly into The Dealer.

"No need. You'll have pleanty of... 'broads', soon enough." The Dealer would say, leaning down a bit to be at eye level with the man. Your grip on your little notepad tightened as you looked up at your boss, silently thanking him in your head for rescuing you from the man. The patron eyed you two careful before a knowing smile spread across his face, "Ahhh! I get it! That's your hot piece of ass huh?" He'd laugh and look at you, "Doin' some side work for your sugar daddy then huh?" He'd hold his stomach as he laughed, his comment causing a grimace to appear on your face.

The Dealer didn't deny this claim, but gently moved you to his side, finally looking at you with an almost charming smile. You'd never taken the time to actually look upon his face, but it was fairly horrifying. Sunken in, not even visible eyes, sharp and uneven teeth, skin almost looking like it was made of silly putty than skin.. But even still, that initial attraction remained, and now with the way he had stepped in to save you from some guy who decided to use you for his own pleasure than say his wife? Only doubled the feelings you had grown for him. While The Dealer placed his hand on the patrons shoulder, leading him off to the second floor.

While he ushered the man inside, not giving him a moment to think, The Dealer looked back down at the floor, looking for you in the crowd. Finally, when he caught a glimpse of you, a loud whistle rang out above all the music, moaning the laughter. You looked up to the sound almost frantically, though no one around you did the same. Didn’t they hear it? It was so loud! When your eyes landed on The Dealer, that strange smile spread across his face as he gave you a nod of the head. You couldn’t help but smile. With a little nod back, you’d finally shift your gaze back to the sea of people, ready to continue your shift.

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[ GUYS. IS THIS GOOD BE HONEST BRO PLEASE ]

[ @thedealersfiance (figured i should tag u this is ur husband) ]