hii!! i LOVED stygian owls so much, and I'm on a mission to get a huge collection!! They are all treated with deep love and affection, since my aunt works at a nature center with owls, and I just love this pet sm!!! thank you!!
I am so happy to finally have an ita bag!! Though there isn't many pins, I still love it with my whole heart, just like I love him!!
The little f/o box by u/justbrowsing339 came in today!! I seriously adore it so much, and I totally recommend purchasing it!! It helped me feel way closer to Dally, and it made a great addition to my wall, box, and shrine!! I also did an art trade with u/sukisayuki, and their art is absolutely amazing!!
Ill reply if interested!! (Art style depends on value!!) Last slide is lf in any form, but I'll take almost anything!!
Value starts at 2!! Lmk the pets you're offering along with what style you'd like. Fully rendered will have to be higher values, along with extra pieces!! (slide number)
Comment first and then DM me!! Ill reply if interested!! (Art style depends on if you're doing big art or chibis!!)
I can also do writing !! In this case, lmk and I can send you short little examples!! Depending on art, I can write 100-1000 or more words!!
Dally was having a normal night at Buck's. Partying, flirting, and drinking 'til he can't feel his head. It's his favorite way to end off a good friday night.
As the party started to die down, and the guys started cleaning up the place, Dally made the familiar trek up the stairs to the guest room. It's a bit difficult to climb them steep stairs, even more when drunk off your head.
He pushes the door open to his familiar room, greeted to the stained pillow on the wood floors. It's nothing special, but it's his, and he works with it well. Better than jail, anyway.
Stumbling, he manages to kick off his boots and lay on the cold ground, his head pounding. "Damn..." He mutters, rubbing at his temples. Maybe next time he'll drink a bit less punch. Whatever buck uses to spike it sure is strong.
He lays down, ready to sleep in 'til 3 P.M. tomorrow, and hopefully miss out on that hangover that's sure to come. As he shuts his eyes, a familiar name crosses his mind. Claire.
Why's he thinking about her? They're rivals, and everyone knows it. They can't stand each other, always fighting any chance they get.
This thought wasn't of a fight, though. No, it was different. He was thinking about her face. The scars, those captivating blue eyes, the way her brow furrows when he calls her 'Princess'. It ain't violence he's craving, it's her.
His eyes snap open, sweat forming on his brow. No way he just thought about having her, not as an enemy, but as a lover. Nope. That was weird. He shakes his head, as if telling himself how wrong it is.
Even as he tries to dispel the thought, it remains steady in his mind. Her soft body, determined spirit, and her stubbornness, it's all so alluring. His heart beats like a trapped bird in his chest, and he realizes something terrible.
He has fallen in love.
It's finally here!! I just commissioned a piece of what our anniversary mostly looked like!! I love the cute style sosooo much and the artist was amazing to work with!!
art by @/bby_batty on here!!
Dally was just sitting around one day, cigarette in his hand, when a name drifted past his ears. Claire. He ain't ever heard that name before. Sounds like a girl. He loves when new girls show up, it's like a new challenge.
He deliberately leans back, interest piqued. The random greases start speaking about how this new girl loves to run from the police and get into fights. They says she's cold. Real cold. Interesting.
Suddenly, someone suggests that she may be taking his place as the baddest greaser in Tulsa. His interested smirk fades to a cold line. He is the Dallas Winston. Nobody takes HIS place.
He starts plotting a plan. He'll meet this gal, and remind her just why he's got the title of the baddest hood. Then, her name will fade, just as so many have. It's perfect.
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The bell on the bar door rings as it swings open. It's dark outside by now, so there's no light to tell who came in. Not that anyone really cares, it's 12 AM.
The Dingo is a very common place where greasers and socs can coexist, though fights do still start. It's much easier to control conflict when it's bright out. Night is a different story.
I'm sitting on a stool at the bar, drinking vodka by my lonesome. It's the only drink that gives me any spike nowadays. Ever since I moved from Kentucky, spike's all im looking for.
A few crumpled bills is placed in front of me, making my eyes flicker to the hand that placed them there. Veiny, gritty. A greaser.
"Two more rounds, keep 'em comin'." A deep voice grunts, his breath hot and weirdly agitated. Maybe a soc picked a fight. I ain't gonna be the one to find out.
"So, princess...I heard you're the new gal in town." The voice drawls, and I realize he's speaking to me. Inside, I groan. I really don't think about guys too often. They waste time.
I turn my head, finally catching a glimpse of who payed for my drinks. Dallas Winston. "I am. Name's Claire, not princess."
He nods, a cocky smirk making its way onto his lips. "I know it well. Just thought the so-called 'baddest' would appreciate some humblin'." His voice is low, challenging. I hate to admit, but it gets me interested.
I turn back to the bar, tapping my fingers idly on the wood tops. The bartender comes back with two glasses of vodka, one of which I grab and take a long pull of.
"Come here to prove somethin'? Claim back the name?" I provoke, my voice calm and unbothered. He ain't scare me none. He's just some ordinary grease.
He shrugs and takes the other glass, yet he doesn't drink it. Just sets it down slightly out of my reach. His smile is infuriating, yet alluring. Damn, he knows what he's doing.
"Just wanted a face to the name. Gotta admit, Claire, I expected you to be some skinny, polished gal." His tone is mocking, yet something in it tells me he ain't all disappointed.
"You got some cool scars. Where'd ya get 'em?" He prompts, to which I almost instinctively cover my cheek. Yeah, I got scars on my cheek and jaw. Most from fights on the street. It ain't anything new.
"Fights." I reply dryly, looking back at him. I scan him up and down, tracing the way he stands and breathes. I'm deciding if he's worth my time. As of now, not really.
He nods, finally picking up his own glass and taking a long pull. He nearly chokes. It's awfully amusing to watch the biggest baddest greaser choke on something I drink like water. Maybe he ain't as tough as they say.
He clears his throat, setting the vodka down and regaining his demeanor with a sly smirk. He leans in, his hands finding their way to my hair. He twirls a black lock casually, eyes locked on the curve of my neck.
"So, ya got yourself a boyfriend, Miss Kentucky?" He asks, his voice a low, mocking drawls. It makes my skin crawl. I hate this kind of man, the kind that thinks he can get any woman he pleases with a few smooth words.
I'm quiet for a moment, my jaw working tightly. I can tell it amuses him, since I hear a sharp huff escape his lips, the kind that tells more than words could. He's a player and he knows it well.
"What's it to ya?" I remark, my voice colder and more harsh. I don't want to deal with this shallow shit, or his games. Im not one to just reveal everything to someone I just met.
I dont wait for an answer. I simply dont have the time for this. He isnt worth the effort at all.
I get up, and wordlessly gather my items. I hear him scramble to try and keep me there, but I turn and dissappear into the crowd.
"Don't you run off, princess!" I hear him shout, but I dont flinch. I just keep walking, chin up. I have a feeling I'll run into him again, and when I do, I'll be ready.
I'm trading a frostbite cub (18 val) and adds (around 9 val in total depending on art) for 2 or more pieces of art!! I know its not robux, but I'm desperate to get art of yumeship!!
To celebrate our three month anniversary, we are watching a movie!!
I found the lighter, ring, and wallet at a thrift. All reminded me of him, and the lighter is from 1967, which is when my ship takes place! It feels like a sign from my beloved, that we are truly meant to be.
I am sooo happy to be with him, I love him sososooo much!! Oh, and sorry for the spam posting, I just cannot stop gushing ^^
Its my three month anniversary with Dally!! It isn't much, I know, but I am happy knowing there's many more to come! I love him so so much, and he is my everything. We're going on a movie date, and I'm gonna get an icecream cake to celebrate us. I'm so in love with him, and I can't wait for more celebrations in the future!!
(artist is shinnypon on vgen)
In my relationship with Dally, I have a self-insert. She looks like me, had the same name and many of the same personality traits, just with lore and a bit more sprinkled in. I have this because I love to insert myself into the media as much as I can, and imagine us together. The thing is, having a self insert means he may not love the real me. Obviously, he loves my insert, but I don't know if he loves ME. I go on dates with him, cuddle him, and see him in dreams, but I still don't know if it's truly me he sees. I'm just trying to figure out if this occurs to anyone else??
I have my comms open but theyre superrr slow, so im trying to get some practice!! ill do some ocs that catch my eyes and ill probably be doing this for a few days because i get soo bored!! i cant do nsfw, mecha, or furries cuz i suck at those all 🥺
I'm looking for art of my yumeship, specifically me and my f/o!! I am broke asf so I'm resorting to adopt me 😭
My list:
Having all popular f/o's is genuinely HELL. I see so many doubles, and constant people posting about them all of the time. On one hand, I'm glad they have such a good fandom, but I'm also so sad that they aren't just mine. (which is selfish, I know.) I also feel like a yumeship larper because my f/o's are popular. (Jake sully, Dallas Winston, Nam-gyu, Argos, etc)