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[windsroad]

MORE WHUMPTOBER... Dread Lord Justice AU time

we'll say this is for today, but i'm using an alternate prompt! or you could say since there's a vampire it's today's prompt "cannibalism" so who's to say

12 - Shivering

Pascale shivered in fear as he stood staring up at the dark fortress. He had elected to split from his friends and face the Dread Lord of Commoda by himself. 

The doors of the fortress creaked open to reveal a large, dusty front hall before Pascale did anything, like he was being watched. He stood nervously, waiting for something else to happen, breathing in the musty air.

A pale elf appeared from around the large door. “Here to see the Count?”

“The Count?”

The elf laughed. “Sorry. I will take you to see my lady.”

The elf—the Dread Lord’s butler, Pascale supposed—led him to another dark and dusty hall, bowed, and took his leave. Pascale was left standing at the far end of a dining table fit for a massive feast. On the other side was a dias, with a large throne, upon which two figures whispered.

“Look,” said the large figure to the left of the throne. “The whelp came alone. How brave.”

The figure on the throne fixed her glowing red eyes on Pascale. “Hm, quite so, brother. Come closer,” she called. “Please, I wish to see you.”

Pascale stepped forward, shaking rather.

The Dread Lord slowly stepped down from the dias, into the pale light herself. Horns sprouted from her head and fangs from her mouth. Her long black hair trailed into her heavy black cloak. Its large fur mantle was clasped with a glistening red gem. Underneath the cloak, the Dread Lord wore a brocade waistcoat, fit for any nobility, but her tail was decidedly not-noble.

Lathander, thought Pascale. She really is a devil.

“Your name?” she asked.

“P-Pascale,” he stuttered.

The larger figure stepped out of the darkness. He was more human looking than the Dread Lord, but there was a definite familial resemblance. “I may have spoken too soon,” he said. “See? He’s shaking.”

“Oh, hush, Emil,” said the Dread Lord, with a teasing tone. “It’s only a natural bodily reaction. It can’t be helped.” Still, Pascale tried to calm himself.

The Dread Lord narrowed her gaze on Pascale. “Why have you come here?”

“I came, my lady—”

“Please,” the Dread Lord interrupted, “call me Justice. I abhor titles of nobility.”

Pascale gulped. “Of course,” he said, fingering his holy symbol. “I came, Justice, against the wishes of my party—because I thought you might be redeemed.”

Justice cocked an eyebrow. She and Emil met eyes.

“Not the usual sort,” said Emil.

Justice turned again and smiled. “I’m sorry. I have been a terrible host!” Pascale shrank back as she approached, but she merely pulled out the chair at the head of the table’s right hand and offered it to him. “Please, be seated. Emil, tell Rahadin to bring some food and drink for our guest.”

“Oh, you really needn’t—”

“Please. Hospitality is important. If I can’t be a good host, what am I?” She smiled warmly, displaying her prominent fangs.

They both sat, and the elf from earlier brought out a plate of fruits, bread, and wine.

Justice continued to smile sweetly and waited.

“Please, my- Justice. It would not be right for me to eat before my host.”

“Oh, I’m not a fan of fruits,” she said, and continued to wait.

Awkwardly, Pascale bit into a fluffy roll of bread and took a large gulp of wine. It was unwatered and strong.

“My apologies that this is all we could provide at this time of night. Why have you come, at such an odd hour?”

Pascale gulped down a grape. “My party did not want me to come,” he said. “They thought I was crazy. I snuck out while they slept. I came because… because I heard you used to be a freedom fighter, and I thought you might… have some good in you, still,” he said bluntly.

“Interesting. Where did you hear this?”

“I met someone who said she used to know you, a long time ago.”

Justice stilled. “Did you now.”

Pascale took another large sip of wine; he was very nervous. “I thought… it would be odd, if you were a freedom fighter, to end up in this position.”

Justice sat back and crossed her legs. “Very astute,” she said. “It would be odd, wouldn’t it? I assume you’ve seen my people. How they suffer. I would like to see them freed, it is true.”

“But—” here Pascale summoned all his courage— “they suffer because of you.”

Justice rose from her seat, and began pacing around the table, hands behind her back. Pascale again flinched as she walked past, but the Dread Lord did not acknowledge it.

“I can see how you would think that,” she said. “But do you think I have the power to hide the sun? To suck the joy from food and drink? No, not me.” She wore a look of deep concern, her tail lashing behind her. “I suffer as much as they do. I want us all freed.”

Pascale sat up, leaning in with interest. “Then who? Who has done this?”

Justice circled to stand across from Pascale, leaning over the table towards him. “The Dark Powers,” she hissed angrily. She thumped a fist on the table. “They are to blame. They have unjustly imprisoned me and my people. I will escape and see my justice done to them. They have put me here to stop me. Because they are afraid.”

Pascale sat back, considering. “You want to stop this?”

“Yes.”

“And prevent it from happening again?”

“Of course.”

“And then… the people here will be free?”

“Every one of them.”

Pascale took another sip of wine. His head was feeling muzzy. He saw Emil had reappeared again; the man was smiling.

“Then… how can I help?

“I was hoping you would ask,” said Justice, whispering close in his ear. Her teeth were at his neck.

[annabelle--cane]

her pronouns are HE/HIM

[galaxylover06]

Their name is Barry and they can't escape the digital cir

[mythbringer-mayhem]

Misunderstanding - RadioApple comic

(This is pretty messy, but eh, that's how I do comics ig)

[onebadnoodle]

rose knight 🌹 design commission for anon

[eclipse-coqu]

[fernsnailz]

patient needs metamy yuri to live

[ithinkdogshouldvote]

Guardian swap au for 4/13 ^ ^

[kyalbrownart]

Don't know how many hours I spent animating this but it feels like it took years off my life :)✨

I'd also like to share just how rough my boards were for this. I'd done this bit awhile ago so I completely forgot how much I was winging it lol

[casasupernovas]

Remember ages ago when I said Freema did an interview talking about Martha and what she was and wasn't happy with in regards to the story? I found it!

Transcript:

Interviewer: ...Do you still think about her? How do you think about Martha in the year 2019.

Freema: Ah yeah I just did a convention with David [Tennant] recently actually and he said something that um, I hadn't heard before, and he was asked about that relationship between the two chatacters and he said 'I think that the Doctor wasn't fair on her' and I sorta looked at him and I was like...I've never heard your take on that before because I knew at the time you know she was...for me there was definitely a kind of beat that they struck on that stayed maybe a little bit too long. It was the unrequited storyline an I think they stopped exploring her as a fully rounded human being in light of that and Russell [T. Davies] did say you know, it's important to him though that people can sometimes see that...you know love doesn't always have to be reciprocated and it's okay to kind of...most of us probably have that in common that we have unreciprocated...emotions than reciprocated and I was like no that's cool I get that but people also tune in for escapism and for romance and all of the magic and the, you know, the imagination so sometimes to be like grounded back down into hard truth isn't very attractive. *Laughs* So I kind of felt like she got stuck a little bit amd when people ask me if if I would go back it would only be to explore her as a fully rounded person more and she had so much going on and then it got stuck for whatever reason. But I had the best time and I feel like there's so much more potential to that person.

[toorumlk]

the Granger-Weasleys!!!!!

[windsroad]

whumptober 2024 prompt posted on the actual day it is for!

this one is in Cecil's POV!

15 - childhood trauma / painful hug / moment of clarity / “I did good, right?”

The first time Cecil killed someone was like any other day. 

Though Sacha and Cecil both would become executioners, in Kaerfriid the majority of paladins were simple guards. Important, highly skilled guards, but guards nonetheless. And sometimes, in the line of duty, guards fought and killed someone. 

They were teenagers. Sacha had already done so. The two of them were on patrol; a cutpurse drew a sword when stopped and so Sacha cut him down. Quick, easy. Sacha smiled and cleaned her blade. The head of the Kaerfriid order, Fabian Vasile, told her she’d done a good job. 

“I did good, right?” asked Sacha, smiling sweetly. 

“Of course,” said Fabian. He put a hand on Sacha’s head. He had been the head of the order for a long time, and Sacha had been raised in the order since she was a baby, so Fabian was something of a father to her. She sought his approval and found it easy to achieve. 

Cecil had a harder time. Fabian was not his father. Cecil had had a father, and though it was only a few years, Cecil remembered him. His father had been warm and kind. Cecil often had questions for Fabian which Fabian did not like to answer. 

“You don’t need to know why,” said Fabian. “Your job is to do what you’re told. Follow orders.”

Cecil sighed and squirmed when this happened. 

“I don’t know why you keep poking about these things,” said Sacha, head propped up on their hand. They were at dinner, and Sacha had eaten quickly and without hesitation. Cecil was still poking at his food. “It’s Fabian. The Kaerfriid serves Aurilandur first. We’re her Winter’s Blade. You can trust it.”

“I don’t know,” said Cecil. “My father used to say… trust your instincts.”

“Instincts can be wrong,” Sacha pointed out. 

Before the order, after Cecil’s parents had died, Cecil had had to rely on his instincts when he had nowhere to live. But he said nothing; he didn’t like to talk about that time very much. 

-

On the fateful day, Sacha and Cecil were on night guard duty outside the Kaerfriid headquarters. It was an easy duty, even for a night watch. What sort of person would break into a compound crawling with paladins?

An easy watch at night. Sacha and Cecil were nearly asleep on their feet when the commotion started. 

Someone yelling  “Stop that thief!” from down the hallway was the first thing they heard. Not a second later, a woman came sprinting their way, blowing past the sleepy pair. 

Sacha leapt to action first. She raced after the woman and grabbed her, getting both the woman’s arms pinned between her own. The woman was clutching something in her hand, papers maybe, making it more difficult to maneuver. 

As Cecil began to relax, thinking it was already over, the thief wriggled free and elbowed Sacha hard in the face. Sacha let go and backed up, trying to hold back the blood pouring from her nose. 

Fabian was standing in the doorway behind them. Cecil’s first instinct was to attend to Sacha, and let Fabian handle the thief, but he hesitated. He could certainly catch the woman; after all, he was taller and stronger than Sacha, and then Fabian would see him do it. 

Cecil chased and lunged for the woman. She dodged, and rather than grabbing her shoulders he grabbed only her wrist. 

“Kill her!” shouted Fabian. 

Cecil was shocked. He would definitely be able to arrest her. He had an iron grip on her wrist, and it would be nothing to get the other and bring her in. Why would Fabian want to kill her now?

“Wh-what?” Cecil stammered. He cast a look over his shoulder. Fabian was in the doorway, watching impassively. Sacha was healing her broken nose, blood on her hands, not fully attending to the situation. 

As Cecil hesitated, the woman looked to Fabian standing behind him. “No!” she cried, pulling a dagger from her belt. In such close quarters, with Cecil holding on to her other wrist, the dagger was danger-close. 

“Stop waiting and kill her!” repeated Fabian. He was angry now. 

Cecil dropped the woman’s wrist and drew his sword. The woman lunged with her dagger, going for his throat, and Cecil narrowly parried. 

Cecil attacked. The woman tried to parry in return but she was no match for Cecil’s superior skill and strength. His sword crashed through her guard, killing her in one swift, final blow. 

Breathing heavy, Cecil stared down at the dead woman at his feet. She had been so terrified after Fabian had called for Cecil to kill her, that she thought she would die if she didn’t strike first. Why had Fabian asked that?

“D-did I do good?” Cecil stuttered. He turned to look at Sacha, not Fabian. 

“Y…yes!” Sacha stuttered in return. “Yes, you did good!”

“I did good, right?” His face felt wet. Was he crying?

Sacha launched herself at him, pulling Cecil down into a tight hug. “Yeah. You did great, Cecil!” Both their faces were wet, Cecil’s with tears, and Sacha’s with blood. The two mingled together as they held each other. 

Cecil gave a shaky gasp, and Sacha hugged him even tighter, so tight it hurt. 

[shadilver4ever]

Hello sonic tumblr !!! Talk to me about sonic !!!

[ratective]

they must’ve served cunt at the witch trials

[homriette]

vampire twins in the summer heat, what are they gonna do..

melt , probably.

In my other sites I posted it with an error, but here I posted the fixed version, call it special treatment