#out with the old in with the new

[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."

[thevirgodoll]

honestly there is nothing like living your own quiet life in peace. highly recommend cutting your losses with people who no longer serve you and moving on. block for a month and watch. after that month passes, you realize they took up way too much of your time. your growth can’t happen with certain people in your life, especially if they don’t wanna see you win.

[queerdreamlandrebel]

Sometimes I find myself craving a change. Out with the old, and in with the new.

[postencore]

[chickie456-chickencoop]

The future of this tumblr blog...

So....I am unsure how to really explain this...NOTE this isn't horrible news, but once again I'm thinking of a revamp for this...there are many reasons and issues.

First off, I haven't really used this site this much, since I decided to only stick to mainly one thing, I can't really post much or even reblog things I find interesting or like...(which is kind of the whole point to Tumblr) and having a ton of screenshots on my phone I can't keep track of and haven't even posted yet is starting to get on my nerves 😒

Second this stuff I post isn't really...popular which I'm fine with but sadly not many fans are on here (and sucks you have to have a Tumblr in order to see the posts, it wasn't like that back then I when first started) so this stuff I post isn't even going to get around to the fans.

Third, interests changing...yeah while I am not fully out of these Indian Cartoons, sadly there isn't really much new going on for them...Gjr moved to a whole new channel and is just reruns, GB had come to an end for a while now, Smashing Simmba is just repeats repeats repeats, and Little Singham is just...ugh a mess 😅 it's mainly just movies and specials now, and it's hard to keep up with them (especially with my time zone 😵‍💫) it was easier a few years ago because I was younger didn't have a job (and when I did get one it was a simpler job with a scattered schedule) so I had TIME on my hands to stay up and keep up with these shows. NOW though, my new job and getting older...yeah this will not be good for me both mentally and physically down the line.

Overall I have just sadly ran dry for this...now what I plan to do is probably make this mainly an art blog/post for me, maybe leaning more towards my Mr. Men show stuff (seeing how it's like more fans are on here) but I'll probably post most of my other art stuff and interests as well. (Like total drama, the India cartoons, stuff from my Youtube, etc.)

So sadly I will probably go through this and delete any posts I made that I don't care for and start up from there. (So if you wanna go through and take screenshots please do so now) NOTE I won't delete everything, if there are some funny things I posted and still like I'll keep up, but overall...sorry to those who did like this blog idea, but overall this has sadly become DEAD...and needs a new revival and plus with how I don't use many social sites, I'd like to least try to get my stuff out there more compared to the very few sites/places I post on (mainly DA and YT)

Note this change won't happen overnight, I'll have to plan and whatnot to see where I'm going to take this...so this will happen over a few days...

Anyways peace for now my peeps 🐣✌️ see ya around/soon with a fresh new coat of paint as they say!

[siamesedreamgirl]

new year new themeeee im going to change my theme on jan first

[automaticllamacycle]

Changed my header. Hope y’all enjoy it

[stars-above-jorvik]

Goodbye, crust

Drew my crusty gal one last time before we say goodbye to the old player model on tuesday!

[reggieisfit]

I got good old fashioned loverboy. Does that mean I'll fall in love???

Oh wait I have a boyfriend...

#24 on ur spotify wrapped describes how 2024 will go, how screwed r u

[teresaandrovich]

The Old Fitness Standards

In the old Army fitness test was categorized by age and gender. It assessed strength, endurance, and mobility through six events. Soldiers performed the deadlift to measure lower body power, and the ball throw tested upper body explosiveness. Push-ups tested muscular endurance, and the sprint-drag-carry assessed carrying someone injured in combat. The plank was for core strength, and finally, the two-mile run was for cardio. While this test was structured, this approach maintained gender standards and set benchmarks for age groups. Females never had to do the same things as males. Now, the new test is shifted towards a more universal, self-driven physical fitness test.

[catalisst]

[demonicsuffrage]

8 year old freshly adopted Dick, throwing the moths and flies he caught on Patrol directly at Bruce's face: I got you dinner!

Bruce, who was just bombarded with insects: Chum?!

Dick, smiling cheerfully: Bats eat insects!

Bruce:

Dick: I just read it in a book

Bruce:

Bruce: Bats also eat fruits and nectar

Dick: So you're a fruity bat?

Bruce:

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Dick, throwing an apple at him the next day: Dinner!

Bruce:

[cringefail3000]

RIP dunmeshi theme blog it's time for arcane

Hexes for colors:

Background: 23312d

Accent: a4793d

Title color: eec13f

And I forgot to redownload my pfp and header 🥲👍

[kensatou]

deepthroating a gun without breaking eye contact...... he put his entire gongyussy into that | SQUID GAME 2

+ the video because the sound he makes when he puts the gun in his mouth? [redacted]

update: he improvised that. the man really said i'll go full slut.

[hinamie]

10 years later

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

i actually get so much satisfaction out of mending and repairing my stuff. like yeah it's a chore but also it's almost a religious ritual: bending my head gritting my teeth squinting my eyes at the thing i'm fixing all the while chanting fuck you capitalism fuck you consumerism fuck you i ain't buying jack shit