An Artist and aspiring animator, I like Night of the Consumers, Manhunt, Postal, GTA Carcer City, and some cool game devs. I also have original stuff too that I'll be working on.
WIP I started of James Earl Cash as a Reagent in the Outlast Trials, which I still haven't gotten around to finishing because like, two days after starting that sketch my friend bought 4 comms from me and I got distracted with those oops!!
I definitely plan to finish this soon, though!!! I could def make is arms bulkier and maybe his chest to :/
He is a Stun Rig truther and loves throwing shit at the Prime Assets. He has immense beef with Coyle specifically.
🔪 You likely catch Cash’s eye long after the whole mess with Starkweather is over. He has a new lease on life. He keeps his head down and his nose clean. Tries to, at least. His hands have enough blood on them to last multiple lifetimes. And the whole world believes James Earl Cash, known hitman and serial killer, to be dead and rotting in Hell. Only a small few people who still breathe know the truth, but it’s been long enough for Cash to feel safe to relax. Anyone still after him would have done him in by now. He still goes by his given name. He’s the only left of his family to carry it, after all. And it gives him a bit of a thrill, especially when you remark about him sharing his name with a convicted murderer who’d been put to death a couple years back. With a practiced roll of his eyes, he tells you that, “I get that a lot. Apparently, I look like him, too.” He’s nonchalant that you’re able to laugh it off. Just as planned.
🩸 If anyone were to ask you about James’ behavior, you might say he seems a bit distant. He keeps you at arm’s length – understandably, given the fake backstory he’s sprinkled in bits and pieces during conversation. He lost almost his entire family in a horrific tragedy, save for a son his ex-girlfriend hid from him for over fifteen years whom he’d only recently gotten into contact with. At first glance, Cash comes off as cold, harsh, and distant. But you’re beginning to discover that there’s a softer core hidden behind his hard outer shell. You’ve gleaned that he’s lived a hard life and as such, you want to be gentle with him. It’s one of the many traits you have that makes Cash want to melt, want to be vulnerable. Because you’re not wrong. He’s been through Hell, has lived a life of crime and has been pushed into it through circumstance. He’s lived in poverty, been beat down, kidnapped, nearly murdered dozens of times over, and had somehow come out by the skin of his teeth. He’s not a good man. He knows there’s nothing he could do to deserve you. But you are the light at the end of what was an infinitely long and dark tunnel that was his life. And as such, he has to play it smart. Cunning and determination has saved his life more times than he can count. And now, it’ll draw you into his arms.
🔪 Though Cash may seem distant, it may only be because you don’t notice him following behind you. The shadows have always been his greatest ally. They’ve concealed and blanketed him in their darkness countless times when he found himself stalking prey or in mortal peril. And now, he uses them to protect you. You’re a very predictable person. It’s easy to figure out your schedule and to anticipate a change in it. Very easy for a predator stalking in the night. James can only thank God that you’re far from Carcer, far from a city where a late-night walk or a predictable schedule can lead to bloodshed. And you should thank your lucky stars that it’s him out there, watching you unseen. And God, does he love watching you. For hours at a time, he can follow behind you, taking in your movements. The little quirks in your posture. How you smile or talk or laugh to yourself. How you window-shop. He could watch you forever, unblinkingly. And more importantly, he can watch out for anyone doing the same. James is a good boy now. For the most part. If some creep is sneaking up behind you, well, he has no problem with taking care of them. Free of charge. And if you see something in the paper about a murder last night, he’ll calm you with a kiss to the forehead, remarking that he’s just glad it wasn’t you.
🩸 Eventually, when James feels like enough time has passed, when he feels you and he are both safe enough, he will allow himself to be more vulnerable. He’ll hold you in his arms, resisting the urge to hold tight so you can never escape – but why would you? You’re safest with him. Unlike his many, many victims, the safest place in the world is in his arms, held in his hands. He’ll let you trace over the many scars that line his face, his neck, his arms, his chest. Sometimes, if he’s feeling especially generous and comfortable, he’ll tell you the truth of how he got them. How he got hit in the back of the head with the stock of a rifle while held at gunpoint. He'd been slashed at by someone in the dead of night, barely missing his jugular. A bullet was left inside his shoulder and it never healed quite right. He was grateful you never asked too many questions. Probably to spare his feelings, or so he didn't have to relive any more than he already did. It made him smile despite himself, a warmth spreading through his stomach and into his chest as you traced over the calluses on his palms. He felt safe with you. Loved. Like all of his life, he'd been tense and only now, his head falling into your lap, could he let his body truly relax. Like a cat, he showed the extent of his trust and devotion by closing his eyes and allowing himself to fall asleep. You were his sanctuary. He could never let you go. And he'd kill anyone to keep you with him.
🔪 If you wanted, Cash could be your own personal attack dog. Don't get him wrong, he loved that you weren't like him – no real history of violence (certainly not on the same level as Cash) and seemingly a normal civilian. But, he'd be tickled to find out you weren't as innocent as you seemed. Or, at least, willing to let him throw his weight around and show off to properly convey his devotion. Want him to scare someone off? He could do it in his sleep. Coworker bothering you? He'll have them resigning the very next day. Want him to rough someone up for you? He'll pick them up off the ground and throw them into a dumpster right in front of you. And he's not at all opposed to killing, but he'd prefer to keep that little secret to himself. He's trying to keep a relatively low profile, after all. But if someone who's been threatening you or trying to ruin your life suddenly disappears… Well, people go missing all the time. That's why you're so lucky to have someone like James around to protect you.
🩸 This is all a best case scenario. God forbid Cash had met you before he'd been sentenced to death. Starkweather would likely have you kidnapped and have Cash play hero like he did with his family. But this time, he wouldn't make the same mistake. He'd console you and make you stay hidden in the shadows while he played the director's sick games. When you're both out of this, he'll rip the man limb from limb for what he's done, for taking his family from him, and daring to drag you into this. Cash knows you might not want anything to do with him after what he's done, the blood on his hands, and for dragging you into all of this. But he can't let you go. He's lost too much already. He can't lose the love of his life, too. When the night is over, you and he will vanish without a trace. James Earl Cash and countless others will be dead, and you'll have been spirited away. Gone without a trace.
After a long thought experiment, I conclude with this....
James Earl Cash would be terrifying as a Yandere.
Peoples, I am not joking... If this man stalked you, you wouldn't even fucking know because he literally is sneak 100 personified. Don't use the One Wish Willow on this man.
*Here's the scene, Cash is washing dishes inside Postal 2 Dude's home and Dude is planning on doing some errands because Dude is willing to do that for Cash.*
Postal 2 Dude: "So, honey bun, do you want your favorite Burger Shot meal?"
James Earl Cash: "Don't call me that..."
Postal 2 Dude: "What?"
James Earl Cash: "Honeybun, that's a weird nickname."
Postal 2 Dude: "..."
Postal 2 Dude: "So, Honeybun-"
*Cut to Postal 2 Dude outside his trailer home on the bench at night because Cash punished him by sleeping outside that night.*
so I made a questioning flag! there are three versions, one with a black question mark, another with a white question mark, and one with just the (striped) background
[ORIGINAL POST]
Update:
@hybridragons11 was kind enough to share these gorgeous gradient candles with me and I'm literally sobbing (you and your mom are angels 😭 💗)
reposting my flags from my old blog (@disasterbisexual) because I'm tired of not getting that sweet sweet 4k clout part 3
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report and block. i'd also appreciate it if you shared this post, bc that blog was JUST created and was already tagging a LOT of people, and i know not everyone has the scam-sensing instinct, even if this might seem obvious to some.
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