#not suspicious at all

[dewsgremlin]

Swiss: How come you've been abnormally nice to me lately?

Dewdrop: What?

Swiss: You just seem nicer than usual

Dewdrop: I'll punch you in the face if you want.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

OKAY SO. I have a bunch of things I need to do with regard to brainrot, a bunch of posts to write, I need to record the first youtube video, make a new intro post, make a good omens ppt for no unsuspicious reasons, etc.

VOTE MAGGOTS.

[spindleanddye]

I scoured an Icelandic sheep fleece this evening! It looks like a human hair golem exploded on my dining room table

[roo-bastmoon]

Matching earrings?

It's possible Roo is going slightly color blind in her dope old age?

Okay, cool. Cool cool cool. Everybody be cool.

[moth-scrunk]

You say the baby is alright? THEN WHAT IS THIS I SAW??

I had to trace the general outline otherwise you wouldn't believe me >:T

[mirmoria]

this is some serious homie-sexual activity

[madmadammagz]

Amazing how the Palestine tag has 1.1k post today and isn't trending while the number one is rottmt and only has 278.

Tumblr has really tried to thwart every trending tag related to gaza and Palestine huh

[bloodgulchblog]

it finally happened

i edited halopedia

i got mad enough about some dumb shit that was cited to a page of a book nobody bought that doesn't fucking saaaay that

[web4teen]

wdym andrea just said that max is "good with his tongue"??? andrea i have some questions...

[enjoythesilentworld]

being back in classes means having to say my favorite hobby is “creative writing” when we do ice breakers

[accfsally]

Ok..

[tildeathiwillwrite]

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Words: 800

Tag List: @fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds @pigeonwhumps @mr-orion @scaewolf

@the-ellia-west

CW: captivity, chained to a wall, gloating, threats, used as bait, swearing

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Luc wasn’t sure how long it had been before something interesting happened. A few hours, perhaps? Not more than a half-day, at least. Unfortunately, with no windows in their cell, there was no way to be certain. He wished he had possessed the forethought to replace his wristwatch after his last outing, which involved falling into the bay and subsequently ruining the device.

Footsteps echoing from outside the cell snapped him out of his thoughts. His head jerked towards the door, startling Damian. “What is it?” The prince asked, eyes darting between Luc and the door.

��Shh!” Luc hissed, “someone’s coming!”

Damian’s eyes widened and he did as ordered, his body tensed up as if ready to run. Luc wanted to do the same, but the chains binding his wrists to the wall were more than capable of keeping him in place.

The footsteps drew closer, and closer, finally pausing outside their cell door. Luc’s heart beat rapidly, thudding in his ears, but he composed his face into a neutral, almost disdainful expression as the key rattled in the lock.

The door opened outward, and a man stood outside. Lavishly dressed in an elegant shirt, black vest, and a blood-red cravat, he had all the appearance of a Zariyan nobleman from the style of his hair to the cut of the vest. Luc knew the fashions of Caenum well enough to determine that while this man appeared to be nobility, he either didn’t ascribe to the city’s current trends or he hadn’t visited in some time. He only recognized the hair because it was similar enough to how Zade Takari, Reese’s father who used to reside in Zariya, wore it.

The nobleman stood in the doorway of the cell and regarded the two prisoners with an expression that could only be described as perplexed. “There were three of them, were there not?”

Luc raised an eyebrow. Did Reese manage to get away? “You talking to me?”

The nobleman waved a hand dismissively. “Ah, well. She’ll be here soon enough. The way the three of them fought together, they seem like a close-knit group.”

“Considering the way your men let her escape,” Luc interrupted, “I’m sure she won’t have any trouble evading them. She’s probably halfway back to Caenum by now.”

The nobleman stared at him, aghast.

“Look,” Luc continued, pretending not to notice, “I apologize if we were trespassing on your property, I really am. We were investigating a lead on a murder, and we truly did not mean to cause any alarm. Now if you could be so kind as to let myself and my apprentice go free, I’m sure my other apprentice would not cause you any trouble. False imprisonment is a serious offense. I should know. I’m a Watcher.”

He kept his eyes fixed on the nobleman, gauging his reaction. The nobleman blinked in surprise at the word ‘murder’, and when Luc casually mentioned that he was a Watcher, his jaw tightened. He glanced to the side, looking at someone out of sight down the hallway.

Luc’s eyes flicked to Damian, who craned his neck trying to peer out the door past the nobleman. “My name is Luc Epsilona,” Luc stated, “I am the resident Watcher of Caenum. You have no right to hold me here.”

If his words phased the nobleman, he didn’t show it. He nodded curtly to the other person in the hallway before turning to his prisoners. “It appears,” he stated, “that your ‘other apprentice’ has yet to depart the premises. Perhaps she has hidden herself somewhere in the house. No, I don’t see reason to let either of you go free, when you will no doubt come back with an army at your disposal.”

“This is unlawful imprisonment,” Luc replied, glossing over the fact that Reese hadn’t done the logical thing and gone for backup. “My colleagues in Caenum and in the nearby town know we were here. When we fail to return from the investigation, questions will be raised.”

“You were warned.”

“So you are the one behind the murders.”

The nobleman smirked. “Partially.”

“So you freely admit involvement? You confess to participating in or freely allowing the killing of several human beings?”

“Call it what you will,” the nobleman stated, stepping back into the hallway. “You call it murder. I call it salvation.”

The door shut, and his footsteps echoed down the hallway. Luc frowned at the door, listening until all he could hear was silence. He sighed. “She thinks too much like a hunter.”

“Reese?” Damian asked.

“Yes. I suspect she intends to either gather evidence before fleeing or attempt to break us out. Perhaps both. He knows it, too.”

“So we’re bait.”

“Yes.”

“Shit.”

[aychama]

Super important question for a totally not suspicious thing, how tall is your lamb?

👀 I would say about 165cm

[sadsghostclub]

Having a good day is kind of suspicious….

[boombambaby]

Did you hear that, Malina? ‘Science-y’ science type stuff.

Sounds awfully familiar to the reason you gave me for insisting on looking at my sock drawer the other day. . .

[howtomakelovestay]

Cedric: how is it that there are rumors about Harry and me being together?

Also Cedric: *spends a lot of time with Harry, they shared breakfast at the Hufflepuff table, both arrive later to dinner, constantly hangs out between classes*

Harry: well, it might be because we are

Literally anyone: THE CUTEST COUPLE, may I add