OTS AUTUMN YIPPEEE

Autumn’s Note ~ This is also my third time writing something like this, so please be nice. I’m also up to criticism, anything that’s going to make me a better writer. Please enjoy. Trigger Warning: death of parents, orphan at young age, childhood trauma having no social life as a kid, mention of emotional abusive uncle, mention of some what traumatic aunt, reader reading romance books as a kid, reader indulging in voyeurism (in her 20s), implied to have been watched some what the entire time without the reader knowing.

PSA ~ If you come across my work it would it really mean the world to me if you took the initiative to not only like but also reblog.

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After the death of your parents in a unfortunate car accident, you were sent to live with your mother’s sister out in the countryside. Being the weird city kid has costed you to make and have no friends, their parents swaying them to steer clear of your “oddness”. Boy’s only reasons for interacting with you was either for “help” with their school work or to engage in sexual activities with you. Which, unfortunately for you, left you with your self conscious, people pleaser of an aunt. Who’s way of protecting you, was a form of unconsciously projecting her insecurities and fears onto you. Paired with your good for nothing uncle. Who used you as his personal emotional punching bag. You walking into a room was queue for him to dish out any if not every insult in the book. Who would have thought sending a traumatized nine year old to live with her strict, religious overbearing aunt and uncle, combine with a vacant social life would cause and leave negative impacts on her, that would stay with her all her life? Naturally, the young child turned to create and discover coping mechanisms to completely deattach herself from the depressing and painfully life, that would be her reality. Her discovery of romance books would forever change her life. Romance to the young girl was a mysterious endeavor that only adults got the natural rights to experience. She found herself completely immersed in the books, paying no mind to her surrounds as she laid her bottom on the ridged, patterned carpet floor in the young adult section, in the small town’s public library. She had developed a fondness for books who’s storylines ran with a dominant, bad boy and a reluctant good girl. Who’s main premise was the good girl knew it was wrong but couldn’t help but fall in love with the bad boy’s rough, but yet soft edges. Even though at times he was teasing and perverted, when she wanted to “leave” him he was hot on her trail, he always came to her aid when she needed a rescue and fought multiple guys for her, all because they bad mouthed her. He protected her, he chased after her and he desired her, all wrap up in one man. She wanted this, she needed this. She desired to be desired, extending just sexual reasons. In her early 20s now, with her uncle’s assertive push for her to meet a man to only “finally get the hell out of his house” paired her recently voyeuristic routine of revealing parts of her body when waking past areas where many men conjugate, such as construction sites. Had created a horny woman with emotional dependent issues. How it would play out is everyday after finishing your previous destination at your part-time job at the public library, you would have to pass by the construction site on your way home. It wasn’t until your ears were presented of the sound of grunting men, that you arrived at the construction site. Making sure you looked appropriate, popping a few bottoms with a slight reveal of cleavage and hiking up your dress. Any other person wouldn’t think much of how you looked, but you? You who was raised to act and dress modestly with an iron fist, this was extending your comfort zone. And that’s what made it exhilarating. It was also fun. It was fun knowing that as the resident weird girl people are prone to have their attentions anywhere, but on you. You were the only person who noticed. However, unbeknownst to you, a certain young man, after working a continuous tireless shift of swinging sledgehammers and carrying bricks. He who was eating his pathetic excuse of turkey sandwich, with just a slice tomato, behind a unfinished two story house that he would wish his younger brothers would get the chance to live in, would be inspired enough to get him through the rest of his shift after seeing you walk pass him once again.

Sorry guys, I'm going to stop being a bit of a Byler but I need to do this… Autumn is coming, I am so HAPPY! 🥹🍁🐿🎃🦊🥨🍂

I love autumn. I love autumn. I love autumn

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✨DANDY COMMISSION APPRECIATION POST✨

Of course, being commissions I bought, none of these lovely beautiful pieces are by me. Credits (in order) @frillsand @weevmo @lanlishiba @parrotparfait @kandavers

I am!! GONNA attempt to gush about all these pieces without devolving into keysmashes or screams but like. A. AA. AAA. I was gonna say "yall have no idea how annoying I am about Dandy" but honestly you do. You all do because I shake my silly puppet oc around CONSTANTLY.

ANYWAY I JUST!!! AUGH! ALL OF THEM MAKE ME SO HAPPY!!! The fact I get to see Dandy in art styles I love and adore around the fandom fills me with a joy I cannot even DESCRIBE to you!! OOH I JUST!!! I love them. I love these pieces. I stare at them all the time and now I'm rattling them all around at you guys!!!!! LOOK!!! LOOK AT THESE LOVELY LOVELY PIECES RN AND CHECK OUT THE ARTISTS!!!!!

Autumn’s Note ~ I created a new OC, Yandere Fishermen. This is dedicated to my special friend Mae. Her blog is @wordsbymae. Got the inspiration from a Tiktok and combined it with Me and Mae’s love for hardworking and obsessive blue collar men. This is also my first time writing something like this, so please be nice. I’m also up to criticism, anything that’s going to make me a better writer. Please enjoy. Trigger warning obsessive themes, mention of pregnancy, mention of abortion, mention of financial instability and implied stalking.

PSA ~ If you come across my work it would it really mean the world to me if you took the initiative to not only like but also reblog.

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What do you do when you get pregnant by your ex, but your ex dosen’t want anything to do with you? Well, your options are pretty simple. 1) You could sum up enough money to go out of state to get a abortion, but the money to go there, to get it, and come home is beyond your income for you to even consider it. 2) You keep the baby, but then you have to deal with the having to pay both yours and the baby’s living expenses and other things included solely on your gift shop employee paychecks. However, that dosen’t compared to the shunning of the villagers you’ll get. You care wayyy too much about what other people think of you to have the courage to go through that. Haha yeah, no. 3) You seduce that fishermen who’s been only feeling that puppy dog love ever since you moved to the small and remote village in Alaska. Who you had to avoid eye contact with unless you wanted him to talk your ear off. Who you mentally kicked yourself when he refuses to leave you alone after being at the same place at the same time. Who tried hard to look good and be seen as a “good man” for you, but every once in awhile his anger issues resurfaces. Who’s brother tried to convince him to drop you because of your pretentious city girl attitude. Who only felt more spurred on to go after you, after the many times you showed him the cold shoulder. Who’s desire to be with you only strengthen after news broke out of the end of your three year year relationship. Who already confessed his feelings for you on multiple occasions, which you all shot him down quickly. But here you are, on his doorstep, it’s 3 am. You’re pleading in a ever so sweet and whiny voice if you could spend the night with him. After, the many cold nights you had to sleep by yourself, without a big and strong man to keep you warm, can he do that for you, will he do that for you? He opens the door wide enough for you to slip in. When you finally make it inside you get that last thought, that maybe you’re making a mistake. But it’s far too late when you hear that door shut and that bolted lock locked in.

Brisk fall mountain air and hot tubs are a match made in heaven

BIGASSES OF THE BUSTYS AUTUMN & VIOLET