#standard error

[genericpuff]

bold of me to be stunned at this point that one of the most blatant errors from the original comic made it into the fucking printed book that people paid $20+ for

[llitchilitchi]

Favours

repost of a comic I drew back in June 2021 but only ever uploaded to twitter. it's time tumblr gets to enjoy it too

[inhurtandincomfort]

for eldwin? 👮 - Have them arrested

This was fun 😇 From this ask game

CW: Forced stripping, noncon touching, implied/referenced noncon (not what's happening here, but like. it's happened in the past. {and will happen again}), I guess self-harm at the end (not sure if it counts but to be safe)

"Keep your hands above your head."

"Yeah yeah, I've done this before." Eldwin rolled his eyes but complied, allowing an officer to pat him down for contraband. She wasn't gentle, because clearly he wasn't already injured enough. A dagger, a pocket knife, cigarettes ("That's not illegal!") an aether replenishment potion ("It's only mild!") some smoke bombs, several poisons, and corrosive acid ("Yeah okay that one's fair.") The senior officer kept a neutral expression on her face, but her subordinate was not so controlled. As more items were confiscated his brows shot up into his hairline. It would have been comical if the situation wasn't so dire.

"Hey, watch it!" Eldwin snapped at the officer when her rough hands began get a little too comfortable touching him, lingering a little too long. "I know damn well you're not supposed t- oh, be careful with that! It will explode with sudden movement."

Eldwin couldn't help but smirk as the mans face paled. He slowly put down a glass vial as though it might shatter on impact.

"Alright, that's enough of that," the officer said at last. Before Eldwin could mutter "finally" she continued, "Strip."

He froze. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

"You and I both that's not necessary."

"I just found an awful lot of illegal and highly dangerous items on your person. I think a more through search is in order."

"The only other weapon is my magic, you know this."

"Whether you're leaving today or not, we need to at least pretend you're playing by the same rules. If you want to end it here, fine by me. I'll have someone fetch the suppressants, and it will be on record that you are an unauthorised sorcerer, and then you won't be getting off so easily. Why the hesitance? If you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to fear." Her voice hardened. "Strip. All of it. I won't ask again."

Eldwin stared at her wordlessly before dropping his gaze to the floor. He cursed under his breath, and his shaking hands moved to unbutton his shirt. He winced as he shrugged it off his shoulders. He must have damaged something, one was stiff and painful to move. He let his clothes fall to the ground. The air on his flushed skin felt like ice.

He was going to be in so much trouble later. This was the least of his worries. And really, he should be used to it by now. It's not like he was a person. Privacy was a luxury he was rarely afforded. Yet despite an endless stream of people determined to exert their power over him, the humiliation never lessened. Fully exposed, he trembled in the cold. His face burned. He fought to resist the urge to cross his legs and wrap his arms around himself, for all the good it would do. He stayed there, feet apart, arms held up letting himself be ogled like some sort of freak exhibition.

"Open your mouth," the officer ordered. Eldwin complied, though it hurt to do so. He was sure his face must be swollen. She harshly grabbed his jaw and shoved gloved fingers inside his mouth, near the back of his throat nearly making him gag. Her other hand trailed downward, digging into the bruises on his hip, his thighs. Shadows stirred in the deepest crevices of his mind, dark whispers threatening to tug at loose threads to make him unravel. He wanted to close his eyes, to let himself drift away and go anywhere else, be anyone else-

It will feel worse if you do.

It would be one thing if she was clinical, but every touch was agonisingly slow, deliberate, pressing fresh wounds and tender muscles all while the other watchman leered. He hadn't bothered to hide his disgust when he stared at the daemonic sigil but the moment Eldwin's body was on full display, every scar, every failure etched forever into his wretched flesh, that revulsed gaze turned into morbid fascination. Envisioning adding his own mark of ownership to this desecrated doll of a canvas.

It could always be worse.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally told him to get dressed. He wasted no time in doing so, throwing on his crumpled clothes uncaring of the dirt and blood that stained them. His jacket was dark, it was barely visible. He just wouldn't think about it. He was good at doing that.

He pretended not to hear the disappointment in her tone.

—

It was all standard procedure after that. His hands were cuffed behind his back and shit, do they need to be so fucking rough. He was shoved into a thankfully empty holding cell. That was one perk of being a social pariah - you get special privileges such as a private cell to prevent you from being ruthlessly attacked. Almost made it all seem worth it.

Under the cover of nightfall he was released, someone having come to collect him after paying his bond. To his dismay the woman from before was still on shift. But she didn't say anything other than ordering him to follow her. She didn't unchain him until they were in the entrance, and it was only when he was there that he realised he'd been focusing on the wrong thing all along. Nothing happened in the guards station. Nothing worth his anguish.

What would happen at home, however, may be a different story.

He dropped to one knee with his fist held over his thumping heart, his head bowed low so his hair fell into his face. He did not dare to speak. It wouldn't be any use anyway.

"Get up." Clyde's voice dripped with venom in a way Eldwin hadn't heard from him in a long time. Dread weighed around his neck like a sack of stones, holding him down even as his brain begged him to move. Do as he says! It will be worse if you don't.

He didn't have to look at Clyde to know his minuscule drop of patience was fading. No sooner had Eldwin began to shakily stand, Clyde nearly pulled his arm from its socket with the force with which he dragged him, pulled him close before enclosing a hand around the back of neck to lead him outside where a ride was waiting. Clyde opened a storage compartment in the back. "Get in."

Eldwin glanced fearfully at the tiny space. Surely he didn't actually expect him to get in there? He was small sure, but not that small. But he could feel Clyde's glare boring into him. He was violently shivering as he climbed into the compartment, having to curl up tightly to do so. He was still squeezed uncomfortably between every side. Panic gripped his throat, already he was finding it hard to breathe. When the roof slammed down hard enough to make the world shake, he was plunged into complete darkness. He felt a jolt that indicated they'd started moving.

You fucked up, he told himself. Good job, idiot. You fucked up big time. His lungs constricted painfully and he closed his eyes, trying to stifle himself by biting one of his own fingers, hard enough to leave teeth marks through leather gloves. There was nothing else he could do, he needed that distraction, he needed the pain to keep himself together, to force himself to stay calm, don't panic, don't make a sound. You don't get to be afraid. Whatever's happening, whatever will happen, you can face it. You've probably done it before. You can do it again.

He'll be fine. He always was.

[stellasolaris]

rewatching the earlier seasons of winx club always makes me nostalgic and appreciative of the old animation style

[fairysylveon]

little spoon jack

[flameunquenched]

so i guess i write fanfic for still wakes the deep now...this video game has TAKEN OVER MY LIFE HELP ME

[myaow]

Cole, who could bake like god, learning to cook during his time with the Finders cause they’re kids goddamn it and they deserve to have better meals than what he makes

[valensolo12]

MORE pillars of eternity journal pages!!! (here's the first part)

I really slowed down and tried to make em look good now, this little booklet of 12 pages covers the first appeareance of the Leaden Key, and exploring their doings on Heritage Hill and the Sanitarium

also a totally normal playtime to have at this point of the game (i forget and often leave it open while i draw/write)

[mitochondriaandbunnies]

A little comic about how I am a currently an impetuous toddler piloting an adult-sized meat suit and I fucking hate it

[nohara-rin-dot-mp3]

He's running through the woods, heart pounding, electricity spasming through his twitching fingers. He has to reach the clearing. He has to find Rin so that he can kill her.

It's the logic of dreams- a mixture of foreknowledge and complete helplessness that strings him along to the inevitable ending of his memory-flashback-nightmare: Rin, dead at his hand, staring at him as the last sparks of life fade from her eyes, expression twisting into-

something.

It's haunted him for years. Kakashi doesn't know what she was thinking or feeling during that last moment, but his unconscious mind is always willing to provide a few helpful suggestions.

He moves forward without moving, limbs that are too small following the script without his input, with the ease that comes from dreaming. The world tunnels forward- deposits him into-

"Kakashi," she coughs.

Blood drips out of her mouth, an off-red that is so jarringly wrong that he pauses, leaving his hand extended through her chest. Awareness of his nightmares has never helped him before, but tonight, for some reason, something shifts. This is not the same dream anymore. The forest fades away, and Kakashi soldiers past the script.

"Rin," he breathes. He didn't get to say it, the first time.

She closes her mouth and examines him. The sparks of that thing that he has never named lingers in her eyes even as she smiles softly at him.

"You really..." she says, tone stilted and dull in grating contrast with her expression. "Hah. I always hated you, you know."

It's too absurd, even for a dream. Kakashi draws his arm back, ignoring the sticky, cloying blood that flies free as he does and plants his feet, reeling from the absurdity. "You wouldn't say that."

Rin pauses.

"She wouldn't say that," Kakashi says. "The real Nohara Rin wouldnt say that. It's true that I'm trash... but she still wouldn't say that."

Rin hums, rocks back on her heels. "The real Rin... ha! I guess that's true."

She smiles bitterly.

"I am sorry," Kakashi says. The words are salty-sweet; an apology he has never given, constrained to relive the same fate as he usually is. It might be selfish to take this moment to give it- but-

"I should be saying that," Rin counters. "I shouldn't have jumped."

"No!" Kakashi protests. "No, you were just- you thought you needed to. I could never begrudge you for that."

"It wasn't that," Rin frowns. "It was... well, I wanted to... be known, I guess."

Kakashi shakes his head. It doesn't make sense. It's not the strange, unravel-able logic of a dream, but it's not true. That can't be true.

"Guess it didn't work, huh?" Rin says, voice faux-light. "Ah, well, it was my fault in the first place. For wanting it. It was the wanting that made me deserve it."

"It was my fault-" Kakashi starts.

"Make up your mind!" Rin laughs. "Either I made a noble sacrifice and you were the tool I wielded for it, or I chose to end things in the worst way possible, and caught you in the blast radius. The decision was good or bad- you can't pick or choose the blame."

Kakashi chokes on relief and guilt- this is absolution that he does not deserve, not from her, not here, when she is less real than ever. He holds it close to his heart, anyways, because he is selfish, because he wants to believe her.

"You were always such a hypocrite!" Rin says. "I don't know why I expected that to change."

"This isn't you," Kakashi says. "This isn't Rin."

The unspoken but hangs in the air. The specter tilts her head.

"Thank you," says Kakashi.

"Yeah, yeah," says Rin. "Don't thank me. I only wanted to see how things turned out."

"And how are they?" Kakashi asks. He knows what she's going to say- but even still, he hopes-

"Terrible," Rin says. "I'm really disappointed."

It's exactly the condemnation he deserves.

"No one bothered to try and remember me," Rin adds, shaking her head, tone wistful.

"I remember," Kakashi offers, desperate. "Sometimes it feels like all I do is-"

"You remember the real Nohara Rin!" Rin corrects him. "Not me. Never me. I thought you'd figure it out- but I guess you were never all that interested in looking beyond the basics of your self-flagellation. If you really want to honor my memory- stop using me as an excuse. I only did it because i was mad, anyways."

She catches his eyes, gaze suddenly, startlingly piercing. Kalashi takes a step back, propelled by some deep, primal fear. That's not right- this should be wrong, but he gets the feeling-

Had her eyes always been like this?

"This hole has always been here," Rin says, gesturing down at her missing heart. "I thought people might realize, but you're all stupid, self-absorbed idiots, so none of you thought to look."

This isn't what she's supposed to be mad about. Kakashi has done wrong by her- but not like this. The accusation feels oddly distant, because this wasn't his sin. This wasn't his sin- but guilt crawls up his throat, anyways.

"You just tore down the curtain," Rin says. "So it's not fair that you got credit for for the entire thing. Friend-killer Kakashi? Tch. All you did was look in the box. I was dead the whole time."

He doesn't understand.

The moment begins to unwind. He's waking up- but he has to stay here a little longer, because the one question he never got the chance to ask- the one thing he's always wondered-

"What was wrong?" Kakashi asks in a rush, as the ground falls out beneath him. "Why were you different? What were you feeling, when you died?"

What was that thing in your eyes?

Rin smiles, perfect and angelic, and then her eyes open again, and he sees it- that spark that he has never deciphered. She opens her mouth-

And he wakes up to sweat and dog hair and kunai-patterned sheets, the memory of the dream fading fast.

"It was different this time," he tells Pakkun, when he lifts his head questioningly. "It was... there was something..."

He can't figure it out. His hands are clean, skin an unhealthy white, but utterly untouched by blood. He feels worse than usual- he feels like-

Kakashi lays back down and closes his eyes again.

[nyaagolor]

I try to go into every ace attorney video essay with an open mind and as non-judgmental as possible because ultimately, it’s a difficult medium to master and I’m just glad there’s more content in that analysis space… but I just watched a video in which the entire intro was the author blasting the “fandom at large” for misunderstanding the narrative and not paying attention to the details, only to start the actual content and immediately get the timeline wrong

[pearl-kite]

Not kidding, allowing myself to consider less than two minutes a drawing session has been fantastic for my self-esteem and motivation to draw regularly. Eight lines today? Sure, yeah, that counts, I'mma go to sleep now. Maybe tomorrow I'll get nine.

[nyxi-pixie]

always forget people are just rude in public bookmarks. crazy behaviour

[d-adpool]

You and Nuke because you two get along suspiciously well and also you're both sluts

was about to message nuke saying the same thing lmao. i don’t think we’re gonna date but i do think we would have fantastic sex. i’m pretty sure it’s inevitable actually. like on a long enough timeline we’re guaranteed to end up fucking each other

[brbuttons]

It's eating a muffin at 6am because we're on week two of back and forth emails with a manufacturer and a strict deadline and i deserve this.

[landonor]

reddit's compulsive need to put down lando in every single way is disgusting