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the late night zine factory 🏭 asmr for some reason
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the late night zine factory 🏭 asmr for some reason
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Karlach my love
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I Do Not draw fan art but look who is sneaking past the rule to get into my little zine
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I just wanna say, thank you so much for putting your stories on here, they were one of the few things I truly missed since deleting my Twitter account. I used to take part in the choose your own adventure polls and your writing has always stuck with me, I was so happy to find it again on here!
Omg!! Thank you so much for sending me this message! I’m so glad you’re enjoying my writing. Thanks for sticking with me! ✌️😎
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COWGIRL TAKE ME AWAY!
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My ✨ post-apocalyptic Lesbian Cowgirl Mailman choose-your-own adventure✨ has just updated! Read it here for free on my Patreon and vote in the poll! There is a summary of the first part, here, the second part, here, and the third part, here. They have everything you need to know about Lou, her requited-but-complicated love, the religious assassin who just beat the tar out of her, the worst person she's ever met, and the ill-advised journey she is on! There is also now a discord where Pony Express readers from all across god's green internet can gather, here!
Lou really flexes her incredible acting skills in this one. I guarantee you'll be impressed. We also get some teen content, if only just a little. Close readers who've also read my other work may also be rewarded with an accent-related detail that says something about another irritable country dyke in my lineup.
Read the update for free on my patreon & vote on what happens next!
Excerpt below the cut.
“Are you from like, Travertine, Devil’s Elbow, Cloverleaf way?” Artie asked, gesturing with three fingers to indicate the cluster of towns. They were barely towns, really, more like loosely grouped homes, farms, and rural industry that were large enough to each have their own shrine, pantry, schoolhouses, and Pony Express stations, but not much more.
“Yeah,” Lou said, surprised into letting the ‘curse’ talk lie. “How did you know?”
“Your accent,” she said.
“I don’t have an accent,” Lou said. She involuntarily covered her mouth with her hand. “Y’all have accents.”
“Wait, don’t tell me which one. Let me guess,” Artie said, excited. She pushed her hair out of her face and thought hard for a moment. “Okay. What does a bird lay?”
“An egg?” Lou said.
“‘Aig’,” Artie repeated.
“That’s— that's not what I sound like,” Lou protested.
Artie ignored her and continued. “The feeling when you wanna go to sleep?”
“Sleepy,” Lou said. She knew what Artie was trying to get her to say, but she didn’t want to play along anymore. Artie was having too much fun with it and Lou was beginning to feel cross-grained.
“Come on,” Artie said, looking over the top of her new, cursed sunglasses at her.
“Tired,” Lou said, begrudgingly.
“‘Tarred,’” Artie repeated.
“Okay, stop making fun of me,” Lou said. “I get it. I’m country as a turnip green.”
“I’m not making fun. I’m investigating,” she said. “Besides, I like it. Your accent. And I like turnip greens.”
Lou didn’t say anything, just lifted her hat, smoothed her sweaty hair back, and put it back on her head. They were quiet for a while and Lou hoped Artie had decided not to pursue the question any further.
“The thing you write with? The ink one?” Artie said finally, with a little smile.
Lou heaved a heavy sigh and glared at her. She just smiled back, looking at her with those huge, dark eyes. “Pen,” she said, finally.
“‘Pin’,” Artie repeated, visibly delighted that Lou was still playing along. “Cloverleaf?”
Lou’s eyebrows raised involuntarily. How did she know that? “You had a one in three chance,” Lou huffed.
Artie leaned back with a big grin. Lou instinctively looked away from her teeth. “Anyway, don’t be embarrassed about being a country girl. Johnny Knives is inaka, too.”
“How did you know?” Lou asked.
“About you? I don’t know. I’ve been all over the place and I like hearing people talk. And my dad is from near Travertine,” Artie said. “I guess, me too, but. It’s complicated. Anyway, you got a stronger accent than her. So it was easy. I feel like the pin-pen thing is so Cloverleaf. Oh, and how you say golly like that all the time. ‘Gol-lee’. Very Cloverleafian.”
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rise and shine! ☀️ oh I got a dm! let’s see what it says!
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my lil butch got a tabletop fire pit(?) for their birthday & we just broke it out for the first time tonight. we made s’mores and the weather is PERFECT. Not humid at all and no bugs yet! ❤️
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My ✨ post-apocalyptic Lesbian Cowgirl Mailman choose-your-own adventure✨ has just updated! Read it here for free on my Patreon and vote in the poll! There is a summary of the first part, here, the second part, here, and the third part, here. They have everything you need to know about Lou, her requited-but-complicated love, the religious assassin who just beat the tar out of her, the worst person she's ever met, and the ill-advised journey she is on! There is also now a discord where Pony Express readers from all across god's green internet can gather, here!
Read it for free on my patreon and vote on what happens next!
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She wasn’t so soothed and medicated that she didn’t thrash in panic when someone woke her by covering her eyes with one hand and gripping her injured arm firmly above the elbow with the other.
“Easy, dude, it’s just me,” Artie said.
“What—“
“I have a surprise for you,” she said.
She released Lou’s arm and, still covering her eyes, helped her to her feet. The hand over Lou’s eyes smelled strongly of citrus. Lou had no concept of where she was as Artie led her along. She hadn’t been particularly present as they were making camp and the white noise of the river, the weed, and her lingering sleep disoriented her worse. She reached out and gripped Artie’s belt and the top of her jeans at her hip for stability.
“I made you dinner,” Artie said. “For your birthday. A birthday dinner. Belated. A belated birthday dinner. It’s a regular dinner, too, but, if we just think about it like a birthday dinner, it can be a birthday dinner— a little party. You don’t have to be too festive, I know you’re tired—“
“For gods’ sake, just let her see already!” Holliday interrupted, pushing Artie’s hand away from Lou’s face.
“Hey, come on, man,” Artie said, disappointed.
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The ground just ????? flaked off in the acid????????? After only like 20 mins
The failure of the ground really fucked the surface, but also some weird shit occurred (ex: the base of the lipstick top’s hair just DIDNT bite at all. Neither did her bra). This is as least-fucked as I could get it w sandpaper and careful wiping.
I have a little 4x6 piece of copper to practice with the new etching stuff, but it's kind of damaged so idk how it'll turn out. So I'm just reusing this old doodle I didn't do anything with. Just for experimentation!!
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this is a sticker now 🤠
be honest with me now, pard
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This is NOT cannibalism fetish content !! It’s REGULAR LESBIAN EROTICA, she just HAPPENS TO BE A CANNIBAL !!
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Had a vision as I drifted in and out of sleep about a b&w screen printed t-shirt of one of the Nerds mascots in a catholic priest outfit with old English font “COCK PURVEYOR” over top
it looked like this
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This is NOT cannibalism fetish content !! It’s REGULAR LESBIAN EROTICA, she just HAPPENS TO BE A CANNIBAL !!
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My ✨ post-apocalyptic Lesbian Cowgirl Mailman choose-your-own adventure✨ has just updated! Read it here for free on my Patreon and vote in the poll! There is a summary of the first part, here, the second part, here, and the third part, here. They have everything you need to know about Lou, her requited-but-complicated love, the religious assassin who just beat the tar out of her, the worst person she's ever met, and the ill-advised journey she is on! There is also now a discord where Pony Express readers from all across god's green internet can gather, here!
Read it for free on my patreon and vote on what happens next!
Excerpt below the cut.
She wasn’t so soothed and medicated that she didn’t thrash in panic when someone woke her by covering her eyes with one hand and gripping her injured arm firmly above the elbow with the other.
“Easy, dude, it’s just me,” Artie said.
“What—“
“I have a surprise for you,” she said.
She released Lou’s arm and, still covering her eyes, helped her to her feet. The hand over Lou’s eyes smelled strongly of citrus. Lou had no concept of where she was as Artie led her along. She hadn’t been particularly present as they were making camp and the white noise of the river, the weed, and her lingering sleep disoriented her worse. She reached out and gripped Artie’s belt and the top of her jeans at her hip for stability.
“I made you dinner,” Artie said. “For your birthday. A birthday dinner. Belated. A belated birthday dinner. It’s a regular dinner, too, but, if we just think about it like a birthday dinner, it can be a birthday dinner— a little party. You don’t have to be too festive, I know you’re tired—“
“For gods’ sake, just let her see already!” Holliday interrupted, pushing Artie’s hand away from Lou’s face.
“Hey, come on, man,” Artie said, disappointed.
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