URGENT comissions opened! things aint too bright right now, and i want to sustain myself as to not bother my family 😓
i love you guys and seeing people appreciate my art ever since i started posting a year ago has made me so happy... and thank you so so so much. i hope some are interesed 🥹
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edit; i had to raise the price on my rdr2/rdr1 options for future purchases because i found the two styles having a bigger workload that was too much for me compared to what i was previously charging. i hope u guys dont mind!!
a bit of a late post but THANK YOU SO MUCHHH for everyone that participated/liked or was interested in willscuella may!!!!!! waking up to see them every day was such an unexplainable joy and everyone is so very talented 😢❤️❤️
HES SO BEAUTIFUL!! 😢❤️❤️ you really captured the essence of aluzio so so well, the smile and the moles im gonna sobbb!! 🥹❤️ thank you so so much for this present i adore it 😢❤️❤️
may 16th is canonically GJ and Aluzio's birthday!! despite my artblock i had to make something LAZYY
although in their lore, the twins never made it to seventeen because john killed them. maybe in a different life they deserved their 17th birthday with a strawberry and clementine cake, just maybe
trust i am getting back with my inbox and willscuella month contribution, sorry guys!! 😢 life gets busy
for @rosesvineyard's willscuella month - day 6: guarma
something something the intimacy of being wounded and taking care of each other in the privacy of the edges of the world
plain vers w/o text + birds below cut
I had no motivation to write something.. But how could I let this day pass without anything? It's the word that led their lives for so long...
Sorry, by any inaccuracy, having some creative liberty, I guess. It's rushed and messy but it's somethinggggg
Bill's focus / third person
The gang was divided, those with Dutch, and those who decided to turn away from him. Bill's choice was obvious, even if deep down it hurt to point a gun at those he once considered family. But their actions and growing disbelief had been building lately, and there was no turning back now.
He held his trusted rifle with an unsure grip, his gaze drifting to one man in particular in the group. Javier. He had chosen the same side. Bill had been uncertain about who to trust these days, and even if Javier didn’t always share what was going on in his mind, Bill knew he could trust him. He always did. He thought they would end up in the same boat.
But when the Pinkertons appeared out of nowhere, it felt like everyone was on their own. Suddenly, Dutch didn’t care who stood with him anymore.
In the middle of the forest, Bill ran. He tried to stay with the group, to follow his leader, but for the first time, a realization hit him hard enough to shake everything. Dutch didn’t seem to care whether he and Javier were keeping up, his attention fixed solely on Micah.
After all those years of loyalty, Dutch had given up on them. For a brief moment, Bill found himself relating with John's words.
He left me to die.
Bill was nothing more than a distraction for the Pinkertons, buying time for Dutch and Micah to go after Arthur.
In the chaos of gunfire and desperate running, Bill ran into Javier, caught in the same situation. They exchanged a glance, and that was enough. No words, no hesitation. It had never happened like that before, their usually conflicting minds suddenly aligned by pure survival instinct.
They escaped. He didn’t know how. It felt like the war all over again, the same dark unknown, nowhere to go, a rifle in his hands and the constant fear that someone else would shoot first, faster, quieter. As they hid together, shock settled in, heavy and suffocating, as the reality of what had just happened began to sink in. Everything was over in what felt like seconds.
Years of trust and devotion collapsed just as quickly, in a single look from Dutch’s eyes. You are on your own now.
But when Bill looked at Javier for reassurance, unable to say a word, his light brown eyes wet with tears he refused to let fall, he saw it loyalty, still there, in Javier’s equally shaken gaze.
Javier and Bill vaguely idealize their future together in Tahiti :)
The fugly furry drawing has nothing to do with the day prompt, neither the fanfic. I just felt like trying to draw something cause it's been so long since I did. Bill boar in the style I have since forever because I don't try to evolve in drawing.
P.o.v third person/mixed
In the middle of a clearing, far from the villages and the constant noise of people, the pacific sound of the nearby river permeated the quiet place, blending with the crickets and the animals around in a peaceful symphony. Two tents were set around the campfire, the only sign of life in the forest at the moment. Two men lay in one of the tents, snuggling close to each other with no shame in the act, the other tent serving merely as a cover to disguise the true bond and intimacy between the two outlaws.
They were supposed to be on a 'fishing trip,' going together under the mere excuse of childish competition. The whole talk of working together to be safer, and that one of them was better at fishing than the other and had to prove it.
"I don' think we have to care much about keeping our story believable. Hosea is way too busy with Dutch and his plans to worry about our fishing story being suspicious." Javier said calmly as his hand caressed Bill's chest, his finger playing with the curly hairs of his pectoral.
"Hmm, yeah. I hope so." Bill said, a bit insecure about being discovered. The gang wasn't subtle with the comments about Bill's preferences, no matter how he tried to deny it and pretend it wasn't true. They had to remind themselves to actually bring some fish home, not bought, though, Arthur's already got a good tale about what happens when you do that. "Not that I'm doubtin' Dutch, but this whole Tahiti thing is really amb-, uh.. Ambitious. Is that even a real place? Of course it is, right? Dutch is smart, he wouldn't just make up a dream place like tha'." Bill started rambling in his southern accent and clumsy way of speaking. His hand gesticulated as he went on about it, the other resting against Javier's back, holding him in a warm embrace.
"It sure sounds like a paradise the way he describes it, carino." the Mexican man answered. The leader had a beautiful way with words, even if it was just theories about taking the gang to a tropical island. Javier’s voice came again as he continued, "It would be really nice, no? Going to a place like that, without Pinkertons to give us stress, no one to find us." He daydreamed as he spoke, him and Bill on a beach, no need for winter clothes or gun belts. Just juicy fruits, salty water, and the sun above. Bill spoke again, his mind dazzling with a kind of silly creativity about the world the two were idealizing. "I hope this land exists, and we.. Like, as the Van Der Linde gang could conquer it.. maybe even create a village of our own there. With a house of our own, even. Wouldn't that be nice?" His rough voice sounded dreamy, music to Javier's ears, seeing his lover so easygoing, an almost childish joy in his eyes.
Javier agreed with a pleasant murmur. "Privacy would be good. Waking up by your side every day doesn't sound that bad, either, cabrón." There was a playful teasing in Javier's melodic voice, but he enjoyed the idea just as much as the other man.
"Can you imagine it, Javi? Imagine us not being outlaws, but.. Mango farmers or somethin'. Seems so strange. We're so used to this life. I grew up on a farm, and all.. And it wasn't so bad." His voice was rough and a bit emotional as he vaguely remembered his past. No time to dwell on it now. They needed to keep wondering about the future. That's what mattered—the gang's future, their future.
she did ONCE now all of her snails suddenly prefer Jack over her... but GJ has a big soft spot for Jack so she just let the snails go to him instead (even if she was so salty and annoyed)
