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ramslum · 2 months
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BUCKSHOT ROULETTE - blue to green means it’s time to be mean
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kramerblogrealgood · 28 days
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Webweave for The Unknown from Glasgow's Willy Wonka Experience
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suicidetwo-tone · 5 months
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eyeballdrawer · 2 months
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I tried my best to draw him
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letariss · 1 month
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lovesickechoflower · 2 months
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Guys, hear me out
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((I'm so sorry to anyone who sees this post))
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cryinganabell · 1 month
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Colored the old sketch æ
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girlzncorpses · 3 months
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til’ im in the ground🎀
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notaspyyah · 3 months
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is that a hyperfixation?
does that game have a fandom?
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endlessmisanthropy · 4 months
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jieloksworld · 2 months
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imma be the one to say it
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..... sans
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luctusmane · 1 month
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rosemaryfollows · 1 month
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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 ]
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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) ]
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suicidetwo-tone · 6 months
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gravemanjek · 7 months
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Truest alive
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pvffer · 4 months
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made myself
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