I’ve been having so much fun running my tavern in Travellers Rest! 🥧🍷🍺
Here’s my bar owner, Artie Chokehart
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Making OCs with their own extensive story that you never write and then spending an inordinate amount of time thinking up AUs (what if they lived in medieval times, what if they were dinosaurs, etc) with meticulous reasoning and specific scenarios, which you also never write
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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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TW// IMPLIED PHYSICAL ABUSE
Ive never been hyperfixated on my own ocs before…….
This is genuinely so weird to me, ive never cared about developing new ocs, usually its a chore but god damn it Jari has taken over my life currently, so much so he has multiple playlists and pinterest boards, help.
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I bring forth more WIP because I'm aparently incapable of finishing shit
Bonus alternate version:
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Well, uh… OOPS. I guess I can submit them to the next one if they host another. Still. The @sonic-fankid-showdown is encouraging them to rotate in my brain extensively so thankyou
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funn little thing. smiles.
lineart only because i like it
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