#consider a sneak peak???

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(AI-less) Whumptober Prompt 9: Scar reveal/Interrogation/Presumed dead

(Apologies for having the wrong date on yesterday's, didn't realize until just now lol. Here's a fun lil time with some more OCs from the book i finished writing earlier this year. Poor man going through it. Hope you enjoy!!)

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Prompt 9: Scar Reveal/Interrogation/Presumed dead

Ackerly grunted as his head snapped back, thanks to the punch Baul delivered to his jaw. He took a couple breaths and readjusted his position in the chair he was shackled to before he brought his head back up and glared at the man before him.

It had been 20 years. 20 years since Ackerly had faked his death and spirited two children away from the wrath of the new tyrant. For all those years, he had worked hard to blend in, to keep his charges safe—even going so far as to separating them when he first arrived to Sommersee. They had been safe for all those years, only for his hard work and planning to disappear in an instant. All with Baul, now the Right Hand to the King (King being used very loosely by Ackerly), appearing at his smithy with Ackerly's ward in tow.

He should have known that Sable would take after her parents, he had just hoped she gained the traits that would have kept her safe. The last thing he wanted was the stubbornness or curiosity. He couldn’t bring himself to blame her. Ackerly told her virtually nothing about who her parents were or where she came from, originally. Or even who Ackerly really was. All she knew was that he was her uncle and her parents were killed 20 years ago during the Coup and that Baul was to blame. 

Sable didn't know the danger, which was Ackerly's fault.

Another grunt as another punch drove into his stomach. He coughed and turned to spit up blood before resuming the position. Baul wasn’t alone, of course. In the dungeon cell stood at least four King’s Men, dressed in their maroon tunics emblazoned with the now royal seal of the Morrigan family--a Griffon. Outside of the cell stood the Prince who was accompanied by another guard that looked around the Prince’s age. Baul’s protege, Ackerly surmised. 

Baul’s protege stepped forward as Baul pulled back. She whispered something in his ear as he took a rag from one of the guards and wiped his hands. With a nod, Baul dismissed her and turned his head, “So glad you could join us, Princling. It’s about time you’ve learned something while you have me as your tutor,” Baul turned back to Ackerly, but still addressed the Prince. “Pay attention, Your Highness. If you wish to become ruler one day, you have much to learn,”

Without warning, Baul struck out and delivered two punches to Ackerly, one to his jaw and another to his stomach. Ackerly sat doubled over a bit longer, absorbing the pain. He wouldn’t give the man the satisfaction of hearing his cries of protest.

“Back to the questioning, then,” Baul continued. “Tell me. You and I both know the existence of this resistance you call the Schism. All I need from you is their location,”

This again. Ackerly couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up in his chest. Despite the pain, despite the blood that seeped from his split lip and most likely broken nose, Ackerly laughed. “You know,” Ackerly said, voice raspy, “For a Right Hand, you really don’t live up to your predecessors. I already told you, I know nothing of this resistance,”

Baul nodded as he paced around Ackerly. Ackerly couldn’t help the spike in his heart-rate when Baul came to a stop behind him and placed his hands on Ackelry’s shoulders. Ackerly hid a flinch when the Right Hand squeezed uncomfortably. “You know,” Baul said, echoing Ackelry, “For someone at my mercy, you do tend to talk quite a bit. Unfortunately, your type of talking isn’t the kind I want. You keep playing hard to get. Pretending that you aren’t who I know you to be,”

Baul released Ackerly’s shoulders moved to Ackerly’s front in two strides. The Right Hand planted his hand on the back of Ackerly’s chair and settled until the two were almost touching noses. Ackerly couldn’t stop himself from leaning back.

“Admit who you are,” Baul growled, “and tell me where the resistance is based,”

Ackerly took a couple of breaths before he pulled back and spit in Baul’s face. He watched smugly as blood mixed with saliva slowly trailed from Baul’s eye. For a moment, Baul stayed where he was before he slowly stood up straight. His protege handed Baul his rag, which he used to wipe it all away.

Calmly, much calmer than Ackerly expected or wanted him to be, Baul nodded towards something behind Ackerly. “Martes, if you please,”

The hairs on the back of Ackerly’s neck stood as the presence of something appeared behind him. Ackelry strained to look behind him, only catching a glimpse of a shimmering cloak. Suddenly, a figure was standing right next to him. At first, it was hard to look at them. The cloak that they were bundled in shifted with the shadows of the cell, but that's what gave them away.

Ackerly’s heart started beating even faster. His breathing quickened. He had heard of people like the one that stood next to him. Fae-touched under the employ of the King. People with Blessings—rather, Curses—used nefariously. In this person’s instance, their Curse could be used for interrogation.

Ackerly had a dreadful feeling that he was going to figure out what this man’s powers were sooner rather than later.

He had expected Baul to make a threat first. Expected him to ask more questions, but Ackerly had made him much angrier than he had thought. With only a nod as a warning, the person—Martes—struck out a hand much faster than Ackerly could react. Their hand grabbed Ackerly around the nape of his neck and suddenly, his body was on fire. Every nerve in his body, starting with the nerves in his neck and spiderwebbing outwards, was alight with unimaginable pain. His entire body stiffened. His eyes widened, straining to pop out of his skull. 

For a moment, Ackerly couldn’t breathe. His lungs stopped working and yet sound still escaped him. Not screams, but a strained whine. Only when he remembered how to take a breath did the screaming start. 

Ackerly didn’t know how long Martes inflicted this pain on him. His vision came in and out due to the pain and the fact that Ackerly had them squeezed shut once the pain got to its peak. Once the pain did stop, though, Ackerly’s entire body went limp in his chair. His breathing came uneven and shaky as tears flowed unchecked down his cheeks. His muscles spasmed like he had been electrocuted. Everything still hurt.

“See how fun that is? A new toy, courtesy of the King.”

Suddenly, Baul was in Ackerly’s vision. Ackerly leveled a withering glare at Baul. It was all he could do. In another world, he’d be able to get out of his binds and take on the man in front of him. Another time. But he was old now. His body already felt tired and achy. Ackerly didn’t know how much longer he could hold out.

“You won’t tell me about the rebellion,” Baul said, “That’s fine. We can revisit that. You won’t admit who you are, which is also fine. I know another way I can prove it once and for all,”

Ackerly grimaced as Baul reached towards him. He was expecting more physical pain. More torture. Not for Baul to rip open the front of his shirt. Ackerly heard a gasp come from the Prince when he realized what had been revealed. 

“There it is,” Baul said. “Those friends of yours mingled with the fae, right? They must have driven themselves crazy trying to heal that. It’s nice to see that even with magic, I left you a reminder,”

Ackerly spared a look at his now bare chest. In the center was the scar he tried to ignore for 20 years. It was a large, jagged, star-shaped scar that rested right over his heart—a killing blow to anyone. He remembered the incident like it was yesterday. Baul in his prime ambushing Ackerly with four other goons. Ackerly fighting back as best as he could with what he had on hand, but Baul ultimately getting the upperhand and running him through with Ackerly’s improvised weapon—a dagger long shard of glass.

Ackerly was the first casualty of the Coup. Really, it was thanks to Baul killing him a day too early that he was able to accomplish what he did.

But Baul didn't know that.

The smile on Baul’s face was almost feral. “I really believed you dead all these years. My greatest victory. I killed one of this Kingdom’s untouchable Knights. I had heard whispers that you had survived, but I was a fool and dismissed it. It couldn't be true. I was the one to deliver the mortal blow. I was the one who watched the light die from your eyes. I was the one who put down the Terror of the Hill. Shame I couldn’t put my pride aside. But it’s no matter. I’ll be more than happy to kill you for a second time,”

A lump formed in Ackerly’s throat, but he breathed through it. If he was a distraction from Sable’s true heritage, that was fine. If he died and she survived, fine. 

But something in the back of his head tingled. The daughter of his best friends wasn’t going to let him die here. As much as he hated the idea of her marching into the Keep and breaking him out, the more and more he thought about it, the more and more it seemed the most likely outcome. 

And who was he to tell the daughter of the former Hands of the King what to do.

[darby-rowe]

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eating out sarah cameron during peak golden hour on her father’s boat, slouched on the white leather couch completely naked. hair still damp from taking a dip in the water moments before, tasting the saltiness of the sea on her sopping wet cunt as she grinds her hips onto your tongue. just begging for you to fuck her, while also begging her father doesn’t catch you two in the act. she’s chewing on her thumbnail as she watches you with lewd intensity, sucking on her clit and dipping your tongue inside her as if you’ll never get to taste her again. but you will. you always find a way in between your princess’s legs.

[swiftviolets]

hello, front desk? something terrible has happened...

[slowandsteddie]

Steve, so softly: “Eddie?”

Eddie, just as soft: “yes, my love?”

Steve, closing his eyes: “just… don’t break my heart, okay? I don’t think I’d be able to recover if it were you to do it. I’ve had my heart broken so many times, but I’m confident that you could shatter my life irreparably.”

Eddie, leaning in and kissing Steve’s forehead before gently wiping a stray tear away with his thumb: “Babydoll, I wasn’t kidding when I told you that I am yours forever.”

Steve, looking up at Eddie, not even trying to hide the fact that he’s crying: “that’s all I’m asking for.”

[chemicalcindercat]

I'm too excited about this Tim Drake angst fic and it's taking too long to write so in the meantime I decided to post a sneakpeak-

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“Now what could be more important than this?” Robin asks, looking at Tim like he’s dead serious. 

Tim thinks it’s a joke and laughs, but Robin doesn’t seem all that amused. “What? Robin, what do you mean?” Tim snickers again. He imagines his mother scolding him for the undignified noise. “Fighting bad guys, obviously.”

Robin cocks his head, and it’s so comical that Tim almost laughs again. “Fighting bad guys isn’t more important than making sure kids like you are safe.”

Oh. Okay. Tim can kind of see his point. “Well, yeah, but I’m not in danger, so I’m not important right now.”

Robin doesn’t seem to like this answer. He doesn’t yell at Tim, like he half expects, just sighs and ruffles Tim’s hair, looking... sad?

“Kiddo, you don’t have to be in danger to be important.” Robin says softly. Tim doesn’t bother arguing that he’s not a baby, he’s eight and a half, thank you very much, which is too old to be called Kiddo. “You are always important. Don’t let anyone tell you any differently, okay?”

Tim nods, more because he knows Robin expects him to than because he actually agrees. Tim’s mother would probably spontaneously combust if she heard Robin telling him this. She tells Tim that he’s not important all the time.

At least, when she’s in town.

[pokesposts]

talking to @zebracornzedragon about the lore implications of rythian and zoeys new skin cus like

we were talking about the black lotus in zoeyas skins hair, and how it may or may not be main timeline zoey’s skin because it has the black lotus, because if it is then it means og zoeya is returning? but it would not make much sense if she’s going to cameo at some point given the potential new (swap universe?) rythian unless she’s actually for JF2 not dawnlight

because if it IS a new zoey, the question came up of where she got the black lotus. and then zeb said ‘well it was definitely blackrock rythian who asked for it but it doesn’t mean it was blackrock rythian or zoeya who received it’ which made me realise

they sent two lotuses. lalna sent his ‘just incase the first one got lost.’ maybe one of them went to the correct person, and one didn’t.

[woodleeef]

[kosmicdream]

fat knife

[ricopop]

would oscillo play stuff like cool math games or roblox 🐈... Wait would he even have internet access? maybe kevin could let him use an old family computer or somethin.. thinking thoughts

Oh absolutely.. i had a dream a while ago where coppy and oscillo played roblox ^_^ in that dream oscillo was older than how i draw him now lol

@superbellsubways @cephalonheadquarters

bonus doodles + alts under cut ^_^

[fabuloustrash05]

I’m teaching myself how to edit

[cnl0400]

Spoilers -- Wanderers Whereabouts L32

They said on Twitter that this Is a sneak peak... What does this means?? 👀👀

(forgive the shitty quality..)

[deepinifhell]

[creativriot]

How tf do people know what to charge for these things

[janetbrown711]

That annoying feeling when history won't stop repeating itself 🙄💅

[xdraon]

the best part of doing full blown illustrations of your ocs is that you can do these kinda memes with the blorbos that came from your brain ft 2 canon blorbos

Captions from here

[neuviellette]

Sneak peak 👀

1688 words and the main part of the chapter just began 😭 (I don’t usually write long chapters; longest was 2k)