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crazy-sevens · 2 years
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Writing Snippet #48
“And does the prisoner have anything to say for herself?”
The hero took a deep shaky breath. She was placed right in the center of the room, all eyes locked on her. Dignitaries, dancers, and servants looked at her with a mixture of horrified and angry gazes. They honestly seemed more annoyed that their party had been ruined than the fact that the King’s right hand man had been murdered just outside. Their gazes unsettled her, but really only one pair of eyes mattered. 
The prince sat on a throne in front of her, unfazed by anything else as he waited patiently for her answer. He was the standing ruler of this kingdom. His father, the king, was so sick he could barely talk, let alone manage a country anymore. But, even if technically second in command, there was no denying the quiet power the prince held over the room. 
She locked eyes with him when she answered. “I’d do it again.”
Hushed whispers swept throughout the chamber. The guards tightened their grips on her arms, but it wasn’t like she could go anywhere. Not with the chains binding her hands behind her back and the manacles on her ankles. She felt the bitterness clawing up her throat like bile. She was only too aware of the blood staining her dress, of it dripping off her hands. How could she have let this happen?
But then, to her surprise, the corners of the prince's eyes turned up in a concealed smile. He held up a hand and the crowd quieted. “Leave us.”
And without another word, the people left. The guards either side of her stood there uncertainly. "Sir-"
"I want to be alone with the prisoner."
They both immediately marched out, leaving the hero and the prince alone. 
The hero could feel the cold steel of her knife pressed against her leg. Maybe if she could-
"I wouldn't." The prince smiled for real now, the need to keep up any ceremony gone out the door. "I've heard about you."
It spoke volumes of the hero's willpower that she was able to keep her eyebrows from shooting up in surprise. The fact that he could basically read her mind was disturbing enough, now he had heard rumors about her. But despite that, she gave him a smirk. "Oh really? All good things I hope."
“For someone who tries so very hard not to exist, it seems you’ve made quite a name for yourself,” he replied. “The people think you’re a plague sent to kill corrupt politicians. A baron here, a duke there, all of them dying of seemingly natural circumstances, but connections get made.” 
The prince stood and approached her. "They were nothing more than rumors, but I knew they had some merit. Although, it was impossible to prove you even existed let alone find you. Your methods were nearly untraceable." He gave a slight smile, the sound of the blood dripping onto the floor punctuating his next statement. "Nearly."
He stopped in front of her, subtly taking in her features. "And now you have a face." He shrugged. "If it's any consolation, you're prettier than I thought you’d be." 
“Likewise.” The hero tilted her head. "I've heard rumors about you too."
The prince raised his eyebrows in a question, she continued on, "Your father suffers from a debilitating illness, unpreventable circumstance I'm sure, basically leaves you the throne. Everyone I’ve asked says you're charming, some say you're cruel, but the general consensus is that you're a God-send." A small smile played on her lips. “But unlike everyone else, I can't decide which one you are, your majesty."
He smiled then, and she decided that charming and cruel fell under the same category.
"I can't decide what you are either, if that makes you feel any better."
"Surprisingly it doesn't."
He tilted his head. "It's a shame I didn't talk to you during the party," he said. "When there wasn't this . . . Unfortunate situation in the way."
"Well to be frank, I was trying to avoid getting caught by someone like you."
He chuckled. "You don't think you could've fooled me?"
She looked into those piercing eyes. “No. Everyone else maybe, but not you.”
The prince considered her thoughtfully. He seemed to have come to a decision. “Guards,” he said. The two guards stepped back in. "Fetch me a wet washcloth, and bind the prisoner's hands in front of her."
They swiftly met both his demands and left. He took the wash cloth in his hand and gestured to the small puddle of blood staining the once immaculate marble flooring. "I'm kinda fond of these floors, you know."
He went to take her hands, but she pulled back. Her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Not that I don't appreciate it, but unchain me and I can wash my own hands."
He chuckled. "I would love to, but I can't trust you won't try to stab someone with that pretty little knife you have stowed away." He shrugged. "Now I could take it from you, but my sense of decency is keeping me from fishing around in there to look for it."
Her cheeks burned. 
He raised a brow. "I'm guessing you wouldn't want that?"
She let him take her hands.
As the prince gently washed the evidence away, she took a minute to study him. She was sure he knew what she was doing, but she couldn’t help it. There was good reason for everyone to think he was charming. He was handsome, a head taller than her, and had a strong physique. He had dark intelligent eyes and a smile that could be both winning and cold at the same time. And his hands, while rough, took hers in them gently.
All of these dueling features set her on edge, but the worst were those eyes: scrutinizing and bright, how they could see right through her. Even now with him focused on the task of her hands, she could feel him turning her soul like the pages of a book. 
She nearly jumped when he finally spoke, "So what happened this time?" 
"What do you mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean. You got sloppy. You never get sloppy." He locked his knowing eyes on hers. "That means this was personal."
She clenched her jaw. "I don't know what you're talking about."
He gave her a small smile. "Your hands shake when you lie." He squeezed one. "Might want to fix that."
She started to pull back again, but he held her tight. She shot him a warning glance. 
"Easy," he said. "I'm just curious."
"Yeah well I didn't know this was going to be an interrogation."
"You killed a friend of mine, there were bound to be some questions," he said. 
"Funny, you don't seem too hung up about it."
He hummed. "Let's just say our friendship was starting to wear thin."
She gave a wry smile. "He was starting to get too powerful, you mean?"
He winked. "Something like that."
He finished and stepped back, now at least giving her a little room from that piercing stare. She glanced at her hands. Aside from the stains on her dress, it was like it had never happened. 
"Now the question is," he said, "what to do with you?" 
"I think the standard punishment for murder is execution, but you might have to correct me on that your highness, I haven't brushed up on my legislation in a while."
He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "You know, if I were in your position I'd try to be more polite."
She shrugged. "If you were in my position, you'd realize that there was nothing you could do to save yourself anyway."
"I'm not planning on executing you," he said. "So you can relax about that."
Despite what should have been a huge relief, she only felt the noose tightening around her neck. She swallowed. "What's the catch?"
His smile met his eyes then. "We'll talk about that later. Somewhere where you won't have to wear those." He nodded to her shackles. "But for now, I have a meeting and you should try to get some sleep."
The guards came in, unshackled her legs, and tried to lead her away, but she planted her feet. "I wasn't lying before, you know. Even if you planned on killing me, I'd do it again."
"I know."
She allowed herself to be led away.
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 7 months
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obviously hanguang-jun would wear sports bras…. right?
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Wei Wuxian failed his perception and insight check rolls.
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chronicowboy · 12 days
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just gone back to watch the helicopter scene and seeing buck's face when tommy makes the fake mouth static after last week is literally. it's too much for me. his GRIN. like!!! that's a little boy with a crush!!!!! this guy is so cool!!! and he has butterflies about it!!! and he wants to get to know him!!!
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starflungwaddledee · 2 months
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so about the ship thing . . . Have you heard of a little guy called Sailor Dee? They showed up in Revenge of Meta Knight as part of Meta Knight's crew, and I think a couple other times in minigames and merch. I imagine he'd be braver than the average dee since he works for MK, so maybe they'd be able to power through the ick reaction like Bandee
hmmm... i think you might be onto something!
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might be about to give bandee a run for his money, perhaps. speaking of... here's a little bonus:
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revlischarm · 4 months
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Law likes cutting people open. Zoro likes violence. It’s not too hard to draw a connection there.
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charrfie · 2 days
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Sooooo I updated my spamton design... he looks different now!! I wanted to lean a bit more into canon with his appearance :^D also included here are some doodles of my very self indulgent lighter!arrfs au (uncolored ones are roughly a month old so my design changes had not yet been reflected in them.. but you can't really tell since his design was altered so slightly)
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the-toulouser · 2 months
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the sexiest thing to ever happen to me was someone bookmarking one of my fics and leaving a little hate comment along with it. the complexity. the drama lmaooo
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findafight · 1 year
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Actually the funniest and my personal favourite way to interpret Eddie's scenes with Chrissy is that he was DEFINITELY flirting with her like a motherfucker but she was a raging lesbian in a terrible comphet relationship and looked at this bonkers weirdo and went "Funky little queer friend? Nonthreatening gayboy bestie for me, mayhaps?" Completely misreading Eddie's intentions but also clocking him as a fellow queer in a wicked one-two punch of oblivious and accurate observation.
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rosebushwitch · 1 year
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you know sometimes I’m like even if Laudna and Imogen don’t end up together romantically they’re still a beautiful representation of the strength of female friendship and then I remember that time Imogen bought Laudna a gold ring with two snakes entwined around a ruby to apologise for a small fight they were in for a few days and I’m like oh no they’re in love and they do need to say it actually-
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skitskatdacat63 · 11 months
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I know someone else has already posted a longer version of this, but this is very important to me as I feel exceedingly normal about it...the transcript was flirty but still did not live up to the actual footage 😵‍💫
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zaacoy · 1 year
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Hiii I just wanna say that I love your art so frikin much like the way you draw is just so perfect like how??? bro Im stealing your hands so be cautious/j
anywayz
I dunno if your still doing Freenoodles suggestions but here's one if you are cuz Im absolutely obsessed with that ship rn:
so just Tang and Pigsy being relatively gay and someone litterly anyone (maybe MK I dunno) walk in and is so confused because my lil headcannon is they're Relationship is probably closeted if thats even the term idk Im like half asleep idk what Im doing
(Help why is this so long-)
Hihi!! Thank you!!!! You'll have to fight me to get my hands tho >:3c
Here's theyyyymm
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mel-addams · 1 year
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Disco Harmony
[Image ID: a digital watercolor illustration, fanart for the game Disco Elysium. The image feels somewhat isolating, the majority of it filled only with a blue sky, nearly empty save for some sparse clouds, plus musical notes floating around two lines, swirling downward together to visually imply whistled tunes. The thicker line is a simple, swaying dark green trail—the other, a dark orange that loops around it in a thin, twisting melody. The lines end above Harry and Kim, who are sitting on an old, rusted swingset, staring out at a car half-sunk into the icy sea before them. They are viewed from behind, near a sparsely-leafed tree in the blurry foreground. The colors around the edges of the image all fade into a soft, Pale grey, which in turn becomes wispy and transparent.]
DRAMA - The tune on your lips forms a strange, yet undeniably beautiful contrast with the surrounding bleakness. KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant gives you a quick glance. Then, still looking straight ahead, he joins you with a higher-pitched and slightly more melodic trill. CONCEPTUALIZATION - Two birds on a wire, whistling by the seaside. Looking at the water. And a sunken car.
🎵 Want to be free Burn, baby, burn 🎶 And the trees are green and overhanging Feather-light, free, and everlasting
Doing a bit more watercolor experimentation in Rebelle, trying to wrangle water physics. The description of this scene stuck in my brain—because unless they both knew the song, you don't "just" casually, spontaneously harmonize with someone. They're either both very good with musical improv, and/or so ~in tune~ (hehe) with each other that it Just Works. (Which, yes, it's a symbolic story element of how Kim is perfect good at being adaptably exactly what's needed, a parallel to that one trust exercise idle they do.)
Either way, this struck my brain with the idea of using swirling lines (as ya do) to visualize the song as being the most solid and "real" thing, in what would mostly be isolating, empty sky. Everything else is watercolor (with ink lineart and airbrushed fog)—transient, transparent, and taking on the texture of the canvas—but the "song" was done in solid, opaque pencil.
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anon-402 · 3 months
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I always found funny how Fit saw Spreen like an actual partner/husband despite them not interacting too much and Spreen not wanting anything slightly romantic or sexual.
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avyene · 7 months
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Psmptober2023 Day 6: Flirt
Look. I missed drawing Scott and Sausage. Might as well let Martyn join the party, right?
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eternallovers65 · 8 months
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Roier doesn't forget a thing lmaoo he's telling richas about the time cellbit got drunk and gave the 'when you have my age" speech
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agent-troi · 6 months
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it’s so funny how scully was the first one to suggest that henry weems “just got lucky” but as soon as mulder starts to think she’s right she’s immediately skeptical😂
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