Hey everyone, before we begin I would like to say that this blog is a Minors Do Not Interact one because I like to post about the Postal Series and other things that are a bit much. Now this post is about introducing myself and my blog, please be respectful, have fun reading and I wish you a good night/day!
I'm Jay, I'm 20 years old, aro/ace and I use all pronouns. I am a writer and artist. This is a safe space for most people...
I do have boundaries and I wish for you to respect them as I respect yours, please read under the cut for what I will do and wont do and what I tend to post about.
Please read to the end to see my personal boundaries even if it's lengthy, thank you.
Will Do/Post
My own art, and I will give credit to the things I use for reference.
My characters and head canons, I will write/draw/post these because I like to have an outlet
My own fan-fictions, but I do take requests just respect my rules for that please.
Silly things that I like or think about, though you won't see posts like that very often
small/large yap sessions about my fictional crushes, I will be cringe about it but I will also be respectful of others by not being gross about it unless it is requested (to an extent)
Will NOT do/Post:
Anything that isn't my own work without permission, I will not disrespect a fellow artist by doing that.
Other people's work
Other people's work/pieces unless they are on this platform and I have permission or I used their work as a reference and give full credit.
My face or real life updates, you will only get my personas/oc's and that is all you will have.
My inner thoughts/feels, I will not vent here.
Fetish content because I feel like that's gross
Will do's for fan-fiction requests:
SFW/NSFW (excluding my characters because I am ace)
Angst/comfort
Oc's (Mine and yours)
character x character (only if it's canon and it's healthy)
character x oc/reader
Head canons
WILL NOT DO:
NO CHILDREN/PEDOPHILIC CONTENT
NO INCESTUOUS CONTENT
NO ANIMALS
NO R@PE
NO SEXUALIZATION OF REAL PEOPLE, SEXUALITY, GENDER IDENTITY, OR CRIME
NO GORE YOU SICK FUCK
NOTHING TO DO WITH HATE CRIMES OR HATRED TOWARDS MINORITIES OR LITERALLY ANYONE WHO AREN'T GROSS
Hey, I'm back and finally out of writers block, I will be continuing "The Actual Paradise" fanfiction I have been trying to cook up, keep a look out for the update, now enjoy these drawings of Postal 2 Dude and Shtpor under the cut lol
uhh.... enjoy?? It's postal 3 dude because I know how to write him the best
Fan-fiction Name: The actual Paradise
Chapter 0: Another Day, Another Dine and Dasher...
TW: Swearing, Caps, possible violence, Dude being Dude (he's a menace but I lobe he)
A/N: Gender Neutral reader, chubby reader, possibly short reader??, if it's cringe I'm not really sorry (to be free is to be cringe)
Y/N's pov:
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP- I slam my hand on my alarm clock and I yawn as I sit up... Gah, another shitty day in Catharsis... But it feels more like Satan's asshole due to how hot this weather is and how shit the people are. However money ain't going to come in by itself and I would rather eat grass than try to risk being evicted.
Soon I get up out of bed, reaching my closet to pull out my work uniform and I go to my bathroom to take a shower and after having a nice long warm shower I dry off and get dressed before grabbing my stuff and making my way to work. Putting headphones on and playing [favorite song] as I walk to my work, ignoring everything and almost everyone, until I FINALLY get to work. Sighing with relief as I feel the cool air hit my face as I head to my spot at the dinner, putting on my best smile and my happiest attitude in order to do my job, my uniform being too form fitting but whatever, it gets me better tips alright!
As I joyfully take orders, chit-chat, and run food back and fourth. I hear the steps of a taller man and the growl of a stomach with a large appetite, I walk over to the taller man and I smile up at him as he smiles at me back with his goofy grin, helping him to his table and I place the silver ware, menu and a glass of water as I discretely check him out. Noting the gelled up ginger hair, the sunglasses, his goatee, the graphic t-shirt with an Alien head on it, his worn out jeans that fit his worn work boots, his gloves that show how strong his hands are and the brown trench coat that hides most of his build, his look and aesthetic making me feel giddy and joyful, somehow making my day better. I smile as I walk back over with a polite smile and I pull out my notebook to get his order "Are you ready to order now sir?" I ask him gently while making eye contact with him.
"Hmmm, sure but I don't think you're on the menu huh sweetheart?" he responds, his voice deep, and comforting while holding a flirty and sarcastic tone with it, I flush and chuckle "No sir, I'm not" I say gently in response, getting a chuckle right back "Aw man, then I'll just have cheeseburger and fries..." he orders and I write it down, soon politely grabbing the menu and I walk to the kitchen to give his order to the chef.
A few minutes go by and I walk back to his table and I grab his now empty plate and I smile gently "I hope it was good, it looks like you really enjoyed it" I coo out gently as he smiles in response "It was, but it would've been better to have you sitting there all purty lookin'" he flirts and I chuckle before telling him that I'm going to get his check, turning around to the register to grab the check, when I come back I see that he was gone and he left a note. I stand there with a dead pan face before sighing deeply and I grab the note to see the words 'call me for a good date - P. Dude' and a phone number written underneath and I blush softly before tucking it into my pocket and I go back to the register.... Goddamn it I can't believe he did that.... Hey at least he was actually attractive, even though he just stole from the restaurant.
After a long long shift, I head back home, once I was back I head to my room to change into something casual and I look at the note he left, soon I sigh and I punch in his number into my phone and I call him, not expecting him to answer only to hear him say "Hello?"
As soon as I hear his voice come in through my phone, I feel my heart race a little bit "U-Uhm, Hi, it's me, [Y/N]... from the Dinner?... I uh... I wasn't expecting you to pick up" I stammer out nervously, before I softly clear my throat "also- you kind of- not paid your check... I uh... I didn't like that very much..." I add on softly before he chuckles, his voice still sending shivers down my spine as I listen to his reasoning "Yeah, I know... But you can't really expect an ugly mug like me to actually pay right?" he says and I dead pan once more... is the fucker dead ass right now?
"yeah, actually... especially since I live off of tips and a shitty paycheck" I say in response, earning a shocked gasp in return "wait- you don't have any other type of income? I thought you were some secret model or something... That makes me wanna say something to your boss" he speaks in a genuine tone of shock. The fact he genuinely thought I was a model of sorts was really flattering "Me? no I ain't no model, mostly because I don't actually fit the standard but, whatever... At least I have some type of income to begin with" chuckling as I rub the back of my neck, still processing that he thought I was a model.
