#WHY DO YOU ASK

[honeyhobbs]

Ok 141 beach day and everyone gets burnt to a crisp

[occudo]

hello, Archivist

[gleafer]

Dopplebanger comic PART TWO!

[threepandas]

Bad End: Happy Wife

Thirteen servants were dead; Two estates on fire.

I never even made it to the gates.

The smell of smoke lingered in the air. Clung to his hair and skin, even after bathing. Because no amount of scented oils, scrubbing, could erase his sin. The scent of iron and cooking flesh. Cruel scents of ancient houses ablaze. Innocent people being slaughtered. For... for the crime of trying to help me.

It was all my fault.

Last time, I had escaped alone. Or... more laughably, he had let me escape.

So he could hunt me through the forest like a brightly colored deer. Some pretty prey to stalk and torment. Letting me exhaust myself. Run and run until I could no longer, before casually strolling up to come collect me. As though letting me get it out of my system. A man, merely humoring his wife's tantrums and overly dramatic, willful ways.

I never should have accepted help. No matter have lonely I was. How desperate my despair. Because... because-!

"I'll get you new ones. Don't be upset, Love." The monster that was my husband, said idly. His voice a low rumble like thunder, his so called 'sweet' tone. "Servants that can't obey their lord, can't be trusted. Shouldn't be kept. They were scum. I'll get you better ones."

Ha ha... more like, servants that obeyed him. Feared him. Had no shred of mercy or honor, left in their bones. Gods... I... I had condemned thirteen good souls. All for trying to help me. Save me. Just for trying to get me out of this hell and away from this man.

I would never forgive this life's sperm donor, for handing me over. Because... because after a betray like that? After I had begged? Begged and screamed, rioted and tried to run? And STILL he handed me over? He was no kin of mine. I had no family.

Not in this life.

My family may not have been perfect. May have been flawed. But they would never have handed me over to a psychopath. Sold me to the highest bidder, like chattle. And... and honestly? I would take them at their worst, over these bastards at their best.

I never should have read that STUPID book. Yeah, maybe, it had nothing to do with anything. Maybe, all it would have done is left me ignorant on top of being stranded. But? I had to blame something. Or I'd go insane. So it was the fucking book's fault.

Recommend by an internet friend. Historical fiction. Lots of complex characters and some spicy yandere. How FUN. Court intrigues! Poisonings! Bastards and hidden births! Great to read... literal hell to live through. Everyone wanted everyone fucking dead, and all I wanted? Was to marry far, FAR into the countryside. Live a boring ass life.

But apparently I blinked funny. Or was standing in the wrong place at the wrong time. Wore the wrong fucking dress (well, not dress, but you get the idea). Because next thing I knew? Yandere Sr., of Yandere and Yandere, is looking at me! And not in that "oh, what an interesting bug" sort of way! Look looking!

I didn't know shit about him! Yes, his son. But him? Nothing!

Well... aside from the fact he was a VERY convenient Widower. Like... the SECOND he got a kid out of his arranged wife. It was all very "everyone suspected but no one could prove shit" Sort of thing.

And? Said son? Becomes a major antagonist in the book. Until he "embarrasses" his Father by going too far. Implied gruesome end to follow. Plot moves on. Which? Is all well and good FOR THEM. But what about me?! I had nothing to go on! Aside from "Aaah ha ha ha! Run." Which? Didn't fucking help, in the end! Still... s-still ended up married.

Though, my new "son" ended up dead, in relatively short order. Apparently wasn't too pleased to have a step-mom. Tried to do something about it. Disappeared between one day and the next. And now no one is allowed to so much as talk about him. But hey! It's apparently fine! Because at some point? We're gonna make a better one!

"Your thoughts are far away, Love. Should I help you concentrate?" Husband muses, from the edge of the bed. I jerk back as I jolt violently to the present, focusing on the threat. He looks pleased. "Better~, this wife should focus only on her Lord. And yet... once again she's wandered. Tried to run. This lord wonders what he should do, hmm?"

Scrunched up in a ball on the bed, I hoped the answer was fucking "nothing". Or maybe, perhaps, "leave". Inching backwards, like the hunted animal I felt like, I wasn't fast enough to avoid the hand that shot out. Capturing my ankle in shackle strong grip.

It wasn't crushing. Left no bruises. Yet the touch felt scalding, as his hand imprisoned yet cradled my ankle. Dragged my leg free of my curled up little ball of self. I froze, as I felt his other hand gentle running the tips of his fingers up and down my shin. Up and down, up and down. As though just feeling my skin.

"Should he make sure his wife can not run?" This grip tightened, nearly bruising. His other gripping farther up my leg. As though casually preparing to snap bones. "Or perhaps, he should chain you away? Hmm? This Lords wife is a troublesome girl. Causing trouble as she does... ah~, what to do with her..."

Terrified, sat froze. Mind numb. Please. Gods. Please, please, please! D-Don't. I was shaking. Could feel tears starting to build. Watched, helplessly, as he examined me. Something pleased, satisfied even, creeped into his expression. And without breaking eye contact, he lifted my leg towards his face, to gently kiss the skin right above my ankle bone. It could have been tender... if it didn't feel like a threat.

"This wife is so very lucky, that this Lord loves her so. That he would never."

It was almost mocking, in how sweet the words curled. As though suggesting that because this one thing was too far, he was a good man. As though suggesting that he would do far worse to others, in my place. But don't worry. You won't be hurt. See how benevolent he is?

"But come, let us not discuss your punishments tonight, hmm?"

Like a predator, stalking his prey, he crawled up onto the bed. Closer and closer. There was no where to run. Was this it? W-was this the day he... he-? Looming, on his knees, above my curled up ball of fear, he effortlessly worked his arm in and around my waist. Dragging me closer. All but into his lap.

"You are tired. Upset. Have made such messes for this husband to clean." He murmured, face pressed close. Breathe ghosting against my neck, my ear. All I could smell was rich soaps and smoke. "We can deal with this tomorrow. For now, it's time for bed. So go ahead, rest sweetly in my arms, Love.

"It's where you belong."

[ruins-and-rewritez]

Jesper: does this eyeliner bring out my eyes?

Kaz: I know a way to bring out your eyes

Jes:

Kaz:

Inej: *sigh* Yes, Jes, it really makes them pop. You look amazing

[enigmashad0w]

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[shallow-between-stars]

I love the difficulty curve in the Phoenix Wright series so much.

The first mission is all:

"I didn't know it was the victim's birthday!" "If you didn't know it was her birthday, why did you have a cake and candles in your bag?" "They were for my birthday!" "*Gasp!* Strapping Lawyer Man! Check the court record!" " Thank you for your support, Charming Teenage Girl! You're so right! You have underestimated me, Evil Murderer Witness! Your birthday was in March and it is July!" "Nooo! My plan to frame Hapless Passerby is ruined by your remarkable powers of observation!" "Wow! Strapping Lawyer Man! You're so clever how did you work that out?"

Through to

"I dunno what to tell you, Charming Teenage Girl, the only contradiction I can find is that this image is moved one pixel to the left." "I mean, I think we should point it out anyway, Strapping Lawyer Man." "Objection! This image is ONE PIXEL TO THE LEFT!" "Hahaha! Strapping Lawyer Man! You have walked into my TRAP don't you know that proves my theory more than yours? It's such a shame you can't get wacky hijinks approved in court to disprove me." "...Y'know what, Strangely Kinky Prosecutor? I'm gonna get wacky hijinks approved in court."

[intotheelliwoods]

lmao @dianagj-art @sharkfinn

[queen-boudicca]

Some of these wapo correspondents are brutal tbh

[tootcrazu]

everhood 2 slimething gifposting because I just beat the game

[cafiffle]

as long as I live I will never forget @beesmygod saying "I am begging you to be harder to impress"

I think about this so often

[marigoldendragon]

So I figured out what my dragons hoard would be. And it's only a little bit embarrassing.

And no this isn't even all of them. There was a small handful that wouldnt easily fit in the drawing, not to mention all the ones that I forgot about over the years.

--- not me editing this after I already uploaded it because I forgot my own fursonas fucking markings XD ---

[spectral-musette]

POV: the Mandalorian Royal Guard who gets sent to investigate the blocked security holocam (covered with what looks like brown fabric?) in the Duchess’s audience chamber on the Coronet…

(But at least has the decency to make some noise on their way in…)

“Begging your pardon, Duchess, but I ought to be taking my leave,” General Kenobi said, stiffly and a bit too quickly.

The Duchess took a moment to reply. “Of course.” Her voice sounded thin and a little breathless. “We will continue discussing trade routes another time. Soon,” she added, a little more steadily.

[inkstainedsheets]

Proper design sheet (?) of my joey drew genderbend. Zoey Drew

[cryborgmechs]

part five, previous parts here