#I'm drawing them too

[5yours-yours2]

Her & I

My friend and I got bored and wrote this so here goes

I loved my husband. His name was Ike, and he was the sweetest, kindest and most faithful husband in the world. That is until that day. 

Let me go back, before the marriage, before… everything. All the way back to third grade, rural Michigan, 1976, when I met her.  Barbara. She was a nice girl with long black hair that fell to her hips. I guess I always liked her, but in third grade Barbara was just my best friend. We spent our days together, swinging beside eachother on the playground. We spent all our years beside each other. 

It was in eighth grade when I realized that I liked her more than a friend. We went to prom together, insisting we were just friends, but that was all my ploy to get her to look at me in that light. She never did. Not until that other night. But we’re not there yet.

Attending some Michigan University, we rented an apartment, 1988. Barbara and I were still close, but I met a man in my biology class and we hit it off great. I’ve since realized that I never truly loved him romantically, but that does not excuse his later actions. Ike and I dated for 5 years comfortably before we married, and it was a joyous day. 

We were living a happy, close life together in our home when Barbara’s parents died tragically in a fire, leaving her a fortune. It was a sad funeral, but Barbara was soon back on her feet, and eager to invest said fortune into online crypto currency. She lost it all at once, and had to move into Ike and my basement. We would talk together during the night, but Ike was a heavy sleeper. Her being so close led perfectly into that day and that other day.

Now, to the present.

My room, midnight, 2005. That day. I was on a work trip, and my flight was delayed to the next day, so I came home early to find Ike and Barbara having a grand old time in our bed. I stood there, shocked, and quickly slipped back out of the room unnoticed. I brewed a cup of tea, and sat awaiting them. When the sounds of activity ceased I crossed my legs and waited. Barbara  came out first, and looked at me, stunned. I smiled warmly at her.  

“Hello Barbara, there’s tea on the stove if you’d like a cup.” 

Ike came out next. 

“Princie… I can explain!” 

“You don’t need to. There’s no need for explanations.”

“Do you forgive me?”

“No.”

The next day Ike woke up to cold sheets, with no trace of me in them. Not there or anywhere in that house. If he were to have walked downstairs, which I’m sure he did, he would have found a sticky note on the refrigerator bearing the words ‘don’t follow me’. If he went to the basement he would not have found Barbara, for the two of us had left together, beside each other. The next week Ike would receive divorce papers in the mail with no return address.

Barbara and I had a long talk, but honestly I would have forgiven her either way. She was the most beautiful woman I will ever meet. I would never be mad at her. I love her. 

Let’s go back. To before those days, to our road trip. It was 1989 and we got in Barbara’s father’s stationwagon to travel the country together. That was the summer I confessed. I told Barbara over a cigarette in a motel that I loved her. Barbara did not respond. She left that night, and I had to call Ike to come get me. I didn’t see her again until her parents’ funeral, when I told her that she did not have to love me, but I was going to be there beside her either way. 

It turned out that she had loved me, and she could only admit that after I caught her with Ike, when I had broken up with him. I loved her with all my heart and we lived together for three years happily. We would have picnics in the park, and share a city apartment like we had in university. Those were the happiest years of my life, the three I spent with her. 

Then, on a sunny afternoon I was starting a roast that we would eat for dinner. I had a whole night prepared, with roses on the table, and candles in the bedroom. I had been planning to propose. I picked out a ring the week before, and had a mixtape with her favorite songs, the same boombox from university.

It went wonderfully, we ate, we danced. We danced. It was during the dance when it happened. I was looking into Barbara’s hazel eyes, and she was smiling at me as we danced around our empty kitchen. She is beautiful. She is lovely. She is everything. 

It was at the end of the song when I realized there was blood dripping onto the floor. My blood. Bright red on white tiling. I fell to the floor, still in her arms as she held me tight. She was my everything. I pulled out the ring box and held it up to her. She began to cry, taking the ring and sliding it onto her finger. 

“Will you marry me?”

“I would, my darling, if only we had time.”

“In time we will, I will find you my love.”

Since that  day I have been searching for her, through the afterlife. It is cold here, but her name on my lips keeps me warm. I will never know why she did it, shoving that knife into my stomach, but I don’t have to. She is my everything, and I know we will walk beside each other through the gates to eternity. Until then, I will search, calling out her name.

[yaoisquidbob]

serious gaming

[cj-the-random-artist]

Ok hear me out: Narilamb but they're both aroace and in a qpr.

I've been rolling around in my head for like a long long time this idea that Narinder and Lambert could both be aroace and (after like. A couple of centuries or so) end up in this like very comfortable very close relationship that neither of them define as anything specific other than calling it a "companionship". But on the other hand most of the cult thinks that they're dating in secret or something despite the fact that both of them have said they don't take lovers, because they are clearly very tight but maybe not super openly so, so maybe the cultists thing they're being secretive and hiding something or something like that. Idk but my aroace brain loves thinking about extremely close (mostly) platonic relationships and for some reason my brain decided hmm. I'm going to take this and throw it at Narilamb and see how I like it.

So then I decided to make a ridiculous joke comic about Narinder asking Lambert's hand in marriage specifically because he wants to get out of paying taxes. Because like, I know that spouse followers do actually still have to pay taxes in the actual game but. Hey Narinder and Lambert have presumably never married so they probably don't know that...? Honestly the only reason I made this was because the concept tickled me and I spent too much time on this for no one to see it, so. This comic and all it's absolute ridiculousness be upon ye.

While there's a tiny part of me that's been thinking about making this into an AU (which I'd probably call something like the "Strictly Platonic AU" or something), I know for a fact that I would blatantly not do anything legitimate with it so. It's an unofficial AU I guess?? But. Anyways. I thought this would be funny. Enjoy my ramblings and I hope you enjoy this thing that I spent. Actual time on. Lol

[krysmcscience]

Call this the Whoopsie AU (it's barely an AU)

I mean. Narinder never explicitly SAID the Lamb would stay dead... :3c He probably should have been more specific. >:3c

Part Two:

Well. The Lamb tried, but...sorry, Nari, the crown hates you now. Shouldn't have been so quick to lend it out, I guess. :D

Aaaand Part Three:

'Isn't he just adorable?' -The Lamb, probably, while their followers smile and nod and internally scream at the brand new hellcat they now have to share living space with...

Anyway, nothing says 'Dead To Me' like following a person around to loudly remind them of how dead they are to you. Right? Right. Narinder's got this all figured out. <:]

[humming-fly]

He was feeling left out

and the higher rez stills, since gifs always export as if you're sending messages through a metal can~

[o0kawaii0o]

"Oh farmer! Good morning!"

[tizeline]

Oh? What's that? Ya'll want the next part of TSAU's story? Well fuck you you're getting this fucking thing instead.

[heavendraven]

so I finally got around to reading bram stoker's dracula (1897)

[souphamsters]

I've been hopelessly fixated on drawing one (1) sweetheart butchfemme couple ... they're all I think abt ... HELP !!!

(silly lesbian ocs that I love , chae🍓and lucky🍋!!!)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Look what we've become.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[waveoftheocean]

clark gets smaller. his glasses get bigger (⌐⎚⩊⎚)✧

(comments from this post! ty y'all for making me think abt clark's humongous glasses 💕)

[existentialcrisis-9-5]

Eclipse finally has their licence!

Sorry it took a while, they had to get a few repairs first :P

Sun and Moon's licence :)

The full lanyard

[nipuni]

Some quick Doctor and Master sketches I had to get out of my system!!

[wraithwen]

tongues & teeth

[legayllyblonde]

drawing i made for a narumitsu fic i’ve been writing for the past couple months! it’s 29k words of phoenix tackling his hardest case yet: getting edgeworth to agree to a pet name. completely finished & uploaded, T-rating, established relationship… link’s here if you're interested, if not, enjoy the sillies!

for venturing under the cut, i reward thee with the title card & section break illustrations! my favorites are the origami family and the popcorn pigeon :P

and finally... tigerworth...

[egophiliac]

this is basically what happened, right?

(these guys are very lucky that everyone at NRC 1) has the combined intelligence of a sack of bricks, and 2) is easily distracted by shiny things.)