#WAT OF DOOM

[draidachiart]

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#my art #invader zim #invasor zim #zadr #zim and dib #zim and dib romance #request time #comic #dib membrane #WAT OF DOOM #fancomic #iz au #iz comic #iz fancomic #zadr au #zim x dib #invader zim dib #invader zim tallest #invader zim comic #iz gir

[trujellyfish]

not to sound like a quitter, but.

#wat do u do wen ur in iceland with two of ur best friends #but u cant fucking sleep #and u dont have any of ur creature comforts and by gods are u a creature of comfort #and u have no money #and youve put very little effort towards this trip and even less money lmao #like wow i have ppl who will just. buy me plane tickets and tour tickets and food #which is lovely but ultimately soul crushing #bc im going to spend the next four years repaying that #bc i cant get it the fuck together with my spending habits #like ffs im almost 30 and i keep spending my money like a 10yo who found $5 in the street #and cash doesnt feel like a real option in iceland #and unfortunately i also screwed myself by not getting my new credit card #there is. a lot of negativity in my brain rn. #yeah its bc im tired as shit but with the insomnia #like i would pretend to sleep bc i know its better than doom scrolling but fuck #my brain refuses to be distracted from the self loathing rn #2hrs of lying there and i was like okay ill read fic for a bit so i stop. Thinking. #but then i close my eyes and my brain just fucking flushes itself again #anyway. screaming. hollering. homesick. #i only have unhealthy coping mechanisms at this point and unfortunately my fave one is illegal here sooooo....... #might try buying a pack of smokes tmrw lmao #provided i dont find anything sharp first heyyo

[gurorori]

sigh. aint even noon & alrdy cryin so hard

#i kno we r doomed like i kno shes gonan keep ds promise of kickin s out #i dunno qat 2 do mso scared i donn wanna die in da streets i dunno wat ill do #vent

[glazedvsion]

hmmmmm gojo/geto?

ive only watched like season 1 and they havent really gone into either of theur backstories yet and I KEEP MEANING TO READ THE MANGA but from wat i see online of them so far i am in for a wild time so like i dont Really consider myself to ship it yet but i can see myself falling into a pit of despair @ them once i get there. i do think everyone whos into them deserves emotional compensation thats why i used that square i have a feeling ill be around the same level of fucked up about them as i was w wangxian i cant wait 😃👍

#from wat i gather..... inseperable friends to something kind of more until completely opposing worldviews tore them apart.... am i right... #we love a doomed lovers situation #ask

[florsial]

Spreading my 2 headed lamb Regulus animagus agenda with Black Brother angst!!!

word: 820

someone give Sirius a hug or something like damn he rlly going through it

WWE WERE BORN TO DIEEEEEEEEEEE ( i love ldr music)

As he walks, the crunching of the branches underneath his feet calms the harsh beating of his heart. It hadn't been a good day. He felt like he was constantly being watched by his parents. The entire day was spent anxiously looking over his shoulders, expecting his mother to turn a corner with a wand in hand or his father to yank his shoulder with a bruising grip when his back was turned.

He really needed his walk, at least that was what James insisted on.

For a couple of minutes, he manages to clear his head, the grip of his parents loosened, leaving his mind to heal from the harsh and bruising touch. His feet soon stopped near the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and he was able to see Hagrid's hut, he figured he might as well stop by to say hi.

Sirius takes a couple of steps before he promptly stops. With widened eyes, he takes a step back from the disfigured animal. A two-headed black lamb, a baby, but not exactly a newborn, nowhere near a sheep. Its two heads conjoined by the side of their faces, the eyes wide and watching Sirius' movement with unsettling attention. The animal was creepy and yet he could not look away.

It made a noise, from one of its heads, and its legs wobbled a bit. A small movement that makes Sirius' heart ache pitifully. Remus had a farm back in Wale. He told Sirius of animals, sometimes humans, born with more than one head and dying not much sooner because they simply were born to die, doomed from the very beginning. They wouldn't have been able to survive the harsh world with the disability, nor would their bodies be able to continue the demands of life. And looking at the lamb, he thinks of how this might be the last time he sees it.

With slow steps to not scare the animal, he approaches with an outstretched hand. A comforting gesture. He manages to close enough where he can sit down and pet its soft fleece. The animal reciprocates the action, settling down to the ground beside Sirius.

"Hey there little guy," He hums.

The lamb doesn't reply, only closing its eyes. So Sirius continues to talk, "How have ya been? Well I hope, you look tired."

"I am too you know?" He runs his fingers through the soft black fleece. The animal shifts its position, slowly maneuvering itself to Sirius' lap.

"Looks like both of us are worn out, huh?"

The lamb never replies, Sirius guesses it takes too much out of the animal. So he fills the silence with his chatter about his friends, his academics, pranks, and Remus, but soon it shifts to a bit of his parents, and some of Regulus, which leaves his eyes watery. Despite never getting a baa in reply, he feels heard and comforted by the lamb.

When he finishes, he finds his face damp. The lamb leans closer and Sirius begins to sob into the black fleece. He admits in his tears, that he misses his family. He misses the times when their mother didn't scold them for minor things and gave them a cold shoulder, when their father wasn't locked up in his office or shouting at their mother, and the times he played with Regulus while the little boy was still oblivious to the world and giggled at every little thing.

At that, the lamb finally replied in its soft baaa from one of its heads. A sound that draws a wet chuckle from Sirius.

"Thank you," he mumbles softly against the fleece, "Lulu would like you, he's always been fond of lambs."

Another baa in response that makes Sirius smile.

He isn't able to stay with the lamb for long though, because he hears the familiar calls of, "Padfoot! Padfoot!" And he knows that his friends must be looking for him. Sirius turns to the lamb who is now slowly moving off of Sirius. A clear sign that he is about to leave. He wants to tell it to stay but before his mouth can form the words, the lamb makes a sound and turns around to leave. He watches the lamb move further but isn't able to stay long enough to see it fully leave his sight before his friends jump him with a group hug. Dragging his eyes away from the leaving lamb.

For the rest of his time in Hogwarts, he doesn't see the two-headed lamb again. It's only when he takes another walk to clear his head during the war in 1979, does he see it again. Black fleece and two heads conjoined standing on wobbly legs, staring directly at him, but it didn't feel like a visit, it felt like a goodbye. A permanent one.

The next day, Regulus is declared dead and Sirius never sees the two-headed black lamb again.

#lol reggie was the lamb #if yall couldn't tell idk #cuz sirius couldn't #marauders #marauders era #regulus black #regulus arcturus black #sirius black #sirius orion black #florsial's microfics #the black brothers #sirius and regulus #regulus and sirius #sirius o black #regulus a black #black brothers #black brothers angst #angst #the marauders #the marauders era #sirius black angst #regulus black angst #regulus black and sirius black #the black brothers both need a hug for that shit #marauders microfic #marauders fanfiction #angsttt

[a-grayscale]

Imagine if the reason the lamb usurped Narinder was because of some stupid reason like refusing to pay back some other lamb they owe money to:

Narinder: Lamb, I just have to ask. Why did you usurp me and steal my crown, godhood, and dooming me to eternal life as a mere mortal?

Lamb: Oh simple!…. I don’t want to deal with fucking Dave.

Narinder: Wat?-

Lamb: I REFUSE TO PAY THAT FUCKER EVEN A SINGLE COIN, THAT GAME WAS RIGGED AND HE FUCKING KNOWS IT-

I just think the concept would be very funny

#cult of the lamb #cotl narinder #cotl #cotl lamb

[skzimagines]

Part 12

Characters: Hyunjin x Female reader

Genre: Obsessive!Hyunjin

Warnings: 18+ minors dni | Smut | Swearing | alcohol | dominant sexual behavior | drama |

Summary: Hyunjin leaves y/n.. and he finds her finding comfort in the arms of someone else. Sending himself into a pit of doom without her. He needs her, he needs her with every sense of his body. She is his… And he is hers. Always.

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I make my way into the room with Minho. I look around the room, feeling an empty void in my heart. I don’t want to be here, I don’t want this. I want hyunjin, I want him to hold me, tell me he loves me. I want to smell him, hold him and never let go. “Minho, I can’t do this.” I whisper. He gives me a small smile, pulling me into a hug. “It’s okay, I understand.” He pulls away to look at me. “But if you ever need me, I’m always here for you.” He says, I give him one last hug before giving him back his sweater and grabbing my bags.

I make my way out of the room and head further down the hall to Hyunjin’s, I grab the door handle, about to open the door, when I hear moaning coming from the other side. MY heart can’t take any more pain. I run down the stairs, straight out the back door to where the cars are parked. “Hey!” I hear someone yell from behind me. I stop in my tracks and turn around. I see Chan standing there. “What do you want?” I ask. “I want you to come see hyunjin, he’s an absolute mess.” He says. I scoff at his statement, knowing damn well he’s in that room doing stuff with the girl he brought back here. “An absolute mess? In bed with the bitch he brought here?” I chuckle evilly. Chan give me a confused look. “He’s laying on the ground crying by the fire pit, asking for you. He’s not inside.” He says. I feel like a boulder was lifted off of my shoulders, and I can finally breathe okay again. “Well isn’t that what you and that girl he’s with are there for? You guys can help him.” I say, wishing it was me over there with him, not her. “He wants you y/n.”

I sigh, looking back at the cars. “He asked for you.” I hear Chan say. “I’ll check on him, then I’m leaving. For good.” I say demandingly, while walking past Chan and making my way back to the fire pit. I see hyunjin laying on the ground, tears rolling down his face. I look over and I see the girl he had with him, taking videos of his drunken body and laughing. “What are you doing?” I ask her. “This shit is hilarious, you really fucked him up.” She laughs. I grab her phone out of her hand, deleting the video and throwing her phone across the yard. “You think this is fucking funny?” I tell. “I think it’s funny how he wanted to be in my pussy the minute he walked out on you.” She says with venom in her voice, walking closer to me. My brain doesn’t even have time to think, before my fist does all of the talking. I land a blow straight into her nose, sending her back into the ground. I quickly climb on top of her, landing blows to her face as fast as I can. I suddenly feel two arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me up and off her. My arms still flaring trying to get ahold of her. I see all of her friends make their way towards us, calling me a crazy bitch, telling everyone they’re leaving. My breathing finally settles and I turn around to see who pulled me back, and I see Changbin. “Why’d you do that?” I ask out of breath. “Because I seriously thought you were going to kill her.” He chuckles.

I turn my attention back to hyunjin, who is now sitting up with his legs brought up to his chest. His eyes are puffy and I can see the bags filling under his eyes. Why is my heart breaking for him? He did this to himself, he could have just talked to me. I curse myself for feeling any sort of remorse for him. But yet, I can’t help still loving him with every ounce of my being. I walk up to him and hold out my hand “come on, we’re going to talk.” I say. He grabs my hand and stands up. I walk him over to the dock and we sit at the edge, our feet dangling in the water. It’s silent between us, only the sound of the frogs and water moving in the background. At this moment it feels peaceful. But my heart is telling me otherwise. “I’m going home, hyunjin.” I’m the first to speak. He lets out a sigh, dropping his head. I see his face clench up and a tear falling from his eye, landing on the blue blanket he had brought with us. “Please don’t.” He whispers. I shake my head in disbelief. “Why?” I ask quietly. He grabs my hand, enlacing his fingers with mine, hard. “Because I need you..” “you don’t need me hyunjin, you made that very clear.” I say sternly. “Don’t say that… you can’t say that, you know I need you.” He pleads, finally looking at me. “You left with those girls hyunjin, you brought her back here. She was doing things to you right in front of me.” I say, tears welling up in my eyes. “And you kissed Minho..” he whispers. I scoff. “To get back at you! It was out of fucking anger hyunjin! I shouldn’t have done it, I know that. But the way you were looking at me when it was happening. It just-” I stop talking, not being able to find the words to explain my anger. “I’m sorry y/n.. I’m so fucking sorry. I don’t know what is wrong with me, when it comes to you… I just- just lose it. I can’t explain it.” He says sadly. “Well you’re going to have to try your best at explaining it Hyunjin, because I just don’t get it.” I sigh.

“Before we started dating, my mind was already set on thinking you were mine. The jealousy that raged through my body every time I seen you with someone else, every time one of the guys said they were going to try to get with you. My mind just went to these dark places, I just wanted to hurt anything and everything in my path. Just to have you y/n. And now I finally got you, and I swear it just got one hundred times worse. I just explode. I can’t control it, it feels like you’re a piece of me. And when I hear about someone who might even possibly take you from me, I can’t fucking handle it. I can’t lose you! Okay? I just can’t y/n. I fucking love you, more than anything on this earth. I love you with every fiber in my body.” He stops talking, letting out a long breath. “No one would take me from you hyunjin… you don’t understand how much love I have for you.” I whisper.

I lean over, pressing my lips to his. The kiss turns sensual very quickly. Our hands exploring each others bodies so quickly, it feels like our touch wasn’t even there. He gently pushes me back, laying me on the dock. He rolls on top of me, keeping our lips connected. His hands run up and down my side, sending goosebumps up my arms. “I fucking love you y/n.” He whispers through kissing. “Don’t leave me..” I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him right against me. Our chests rubbing together as our make out only grows stronger. “I won’t leave you hyunjin.” I whisper. He moves his head down to my neck, leaving wet sloppy kisses as he goes down. “You have to work on this anger though, you have to hyunjin.” I say as he makes it down to my breasts. He pulls my shirt down, forcing my tit out of my bra. He licks my nub lightly, causing it to harden under his touch. “I’ll do anything for you baby, anything.” He pleads. Before wrapping his lips around it and sucking hard. My back raises and my head falls back as he does. I feel his hand travel down my body and underneath the waist band of my shorts, his long skinny fingers rubbing over the top of my wet heat. A soft moan leave my lips as pleasure surges through my body. He begins rubbing slow circles over the clothed clit, feeling and hearing the sound of my juices move around in my panties. “You fucking wet for me baby.” He whispers against my chest. He lays his face in the middle of my tits, taking in a deep breath before sliding his hand inside my panties and shoving two fingers inside me. I gasp for air as he directs them upward, hitting just the right spot. He moves his fingers inside of me in a ‘come here’ motion, as fast as he possibly can. Sending me completely over the edge. I yell his name, my hands flying to his hair, pulling harder than I intended to. “Fuuuck.” I moan out loud. “Feels so fucking good.”

As I come down from my high, I feel my shorts instantly stick to me, soaking wet, as hyunjin pulls his hand out of my pants. “Made my baby squirt for me.” He whispers with a smirk on his face. He brings his hand up to my face, showing me his drenched hand. “Open.” He says, setting his fingers on my bottom lip. I open and take his fingers into my mouth, sucking my juices away. Humming at the taste. “My good girl.” “You can’t leave me, you’re mine baby. I own you.” He whispers. Without any knowledge that he’s been rubbing his cock with his free hand this entire time, he sits up. Cock on full display as he continues to jerk himself in front of me. I sit up, moving my face closer to his hardened member. “Let me help you jinnie.” I whisper, moving his hand away and wrapping mine around his base. I wrap my lips around his tip and suck. Bobbing my head up and down along with my hand, I feel him twitch in my grasp not long after. I soon feel his release cover my mouth and throat, his hand comes down to my cheek, resting on it as he rubs his thumb softly against it. “Open baby, show me who you belong to.” He whispers. I slowly open my mouth. Showing him his release. He quickly slams his lips into mine, shoving his tongue into my mouth, tasting his cum with me. We both moan into the kiss. I swallow into the kiss and shortly after he pulls away. “All mine.” He whispers. His forehead resting against mine. “All yours jinnie.” I whisper back.

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Part 13

Tag list: @greysweaters-blog @mimihwang248 @armystay89 @berryberrytan @multeciahucho @s4torii444

#hyunjin #Hwang hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin smut #hyunjin imagine #stray kids #Skz #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #Bangchan #leeknow #lee Minho #Changbin #hanjisung #Seungmin #leefelix #Felix #jeongin #i.n

[docholligay]

this was all @thoughtfulfuri's dream i just basically wrote it down. It's not great, but it's somethin, and I'm happy with that!

I don’t like to lie to you. 

It’s not who I am, even to people I don’t like, and you’re one of the people I like very much. I never cultivated a real gift for it, though, like me and most things, I can manage, in a pinch. This is a pinch, if there ever was one. 

“It’ll be fine. ‘Ow long ‘ave you know me? I can survive anything, it’s just that you need to ‘urry, right? Right, that’s all. I’ll be waiting.” 

See, the problem is, you’re a bit of an idealist, when it comes to the subject of me. I suppose I don’t blame you, since mostly it works out. I can survive anything, because I’ve survived everything. So far. I’ve been ripped through time twice, shot, all sorts of things that were meant to kill me, and just didn’t. I lived, anyhow. I do. 

Maybe I still will. Maybe I’m not lying. I don’t want to be lying, I don’t want to die, but I am fully capable of assembling evidence and coming up with a decent idea of the situation. Things have looked bad for me before, but Win, that’s the thing about flipping a coin. Coming up heads doesn’t make heads or tails more likely. It’s just..chance. 

“I can’t leave you, Lena.” 

“Well, you can’t take me neither. They ‘ave me CA. Couldn’t if we wanted to, love, so you just take the escape, and, and then you’ll come back.” 

I didn’t lie, then. I couldn’t leave if I wanted to. This cage is trapping me here, and keeping me alive. What’s that saying, between the devil and deep blue sea? Well, I’ve been to the bottom of the sea more than once, and it’s cold and it’s lonely and I spent the whole time wishing I’d died instead, so I might as well try the devil. 

She will kill me, though. I’m done for. I’ll be lucky if all she does is kill me. Now that you’re gone she’ll be able to convince them it’s all can be done with me. That the risk is too high to keep me alive. She will get permission to dismantle me brick by brick, and I’m trying not to imagine what that’s going to feel like. I can’t imagine it, because I need you to go, and for you to go, I need you to think I’m not afraid. 

“I can wait, I can work into the--”

“No! You can’t, Winston! This is the only chance either of us ‘ave! Please! You will just doom us both.” 

I’m annoyed with you, right? I’m not afraid, just annoyed, because you’ll come back. And you will. I know you will, I’ve never doubted you, same as I knew you’d be looking when Doomfist sent me spiraling. It’s just I’ll be gone by then. The gravestone at East London has been carved for years, but I’ve never laid in it. So that’ll be a new experience. It’ll save you all the trouble of deciding what to do. 

“Are you sure?”

You sounded so strained. The plastic at the wall of my cage is cheap and foggy, and I can just barely see your eyes. You’ve always taken care of me. I hope I’ve done the same. I put my hand up on the plastic of the wall, and gave a big grin. 

“I’ve never been more certain of anything in all me life, Win. Go. Come back, quick as you can. I’m waiting and the food ‘ere is rubbish.” 

“Okay. okay.” 

It was almost a whisper. I looked up at the clock, at the time drawing in when the rescue crew would be in position, and Winston would be safe. I could know I’d done that at least, as well as sit and plan the thousand annoying and nasty things I would say while I was being tortured to death. I hope I die before she comes up with a single good comeback. I hope she gets angry thinking about it in her shower the next day. I hope someone is sitting in the corner writing them down so I can have a big article, maybe even a pamphlet, titled, ‘Lena Oxton Died Very Brave and Also Funny, One Liners on Page Eleven, Nation Mourns Star Pilot’s Sick Burns.’ 

“Win. It’s time.” 

“I love you, Lena. I’m so sorry.” 

I wanted to tell you so many things right then. I wanted to tell you I loved you, and to take care of Em. Let her take care of you. I wanted to tell you to watch after Fareeha, who will take this personally whatever she says, and how all that rage she just tamps down inside her is going to pop, and without me there, I’m afraid no one will be able to help her. To let everyone have fun at Christmas. I don’t want a ruined Christmas, never on my account. Tell the little ones I love them. It was a good life, tell everyone, even if I wanted a bit more time. I always want more, don’t I? Tell Florrie I wasn’t afraid, she’ll worry I was. I hope she hadn’t started on my jumper. 

Tell Emily to find someone else. I’ll be offended if she doesn’t, tell her that, I wanted to say. 

But I couldn’t say any of that. Because then, you wouldn’t leave. I couldn’t say goodbye, because you couldn’t say it. 

“You can thank me by ‘aving some takeaway ready. I could murder an Indian right now.” 

You smiled, a little and I’ll take that as victory. Then you did what I bloody well told you to and scuttled back to where the rescue crew was going to enter. There was a lot of noise, and fire, but the swearing I heard over the crackle of the radio tells me that you made it. I know that you’re safe. A guard has come to make sure I’m still here. I can hear voices in the hallway, and I hear ‘Tracer,’ and the unlocking of the laboratory next door tells me what’s coming next. 

I don’t regret it. My only other choice was to let you die with me, and I would never do that to you. What a payment that would be, for everything you’ve done. I’m not built that way, and so I apologize for the lie. I knew they would never get here in time. I hope Ang lies too, I hope she tells you they killed me quickly. I’ve seen her do it before. Lies can be the greatest kindness some of us ever know. 

I’ll tell you a truth here, though, in my head, where you won’t hear it. 

I am a little afraid.

[galaxy-brushs-posts]

YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD RUN FAR ENOUGH? STOPPED YOU IN HERE, CAUGHT IN YOUR BLUFF! YOU'LL BE LEFT WITH A SCAR! WE BOTH HAVE GONE TOO FAR! LOOK AT THE FADED STARS! AND SEE YOUR DOOM LAYED PLAINLY!

wat. . .

[unisnake]

Do you guys get Spring Break?

Snake: For our jobs you mean?

Webs: We all do... Except for Mr. Grumpypants. 😔

Snake: Ugh, there is no Spring Break for a fast-food worker like me. This stinks...

Wolf: Snake... Maybe you can ask Diane for a more flexible job? Remember when she offered us to be her assistants or bodyguards?

Snake: Thanks, but no thanks... I am gonna stand on my own two non-existant feet.

Shark: Hmmm... Snake... I think this is for you. Hands Snake a letter.

Snake: Wat?

From Dr. Doom. Under the Dr. Doom signature is a black feather.

Snake: What the?

#the bad guys #mr snake #thebadguys #mr wolf #mr piranha #mr shark #ms tarantula #webs #animals #diane foxington #the bad guys dreamworks #Story arc incoming #Agent Doom #Doom

[hadeschan]

item # K22E16

RARE Pra Khun Paen Gru Wat Sing Tá-laai, Pim Ok Yai, Nua Din Kăao Pon Chom-poo, Klêuap Yang-na.A Pentagon shape Pra Khun Paen amulet, a baked clay made from kaolin (soft white clay) with creamy pink color coated with plant resin of Yang Tree or Garjan Tree. The amulet is with a bas-relief of Buddha with big chest, and the style represents Pra Buddha Chinnaraj. This ancient amulet was discovered at the ruin of Wat Sing Tá-laai, Kingdom of Ayutthaya, Phra Nakhon Si Ayutthaya Province. Made in the reign of King Naresuan the Great, the 18th monarch of Ayutthaya Kingdom (reign between BE 2133 to BE 2148 / CE 1590 to CE 1605), + 400 years ago.

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Pra Khun Paen

The Pra Khun Paen is a type of amulet with figure of Pra Buddha Chinnaraj of Wat Phra Si Rattana Mahathat Woramahawihan (Wat Yai or Wat Pra Buddha Chinnaraj) seating inside an elaborate arch. This type of amulet was first discovered at Wat Pra Roop Archaeology Site, Suphan Buri Province. And such type of ancient baked clay amulet with figure of Pra Buddha Chinnaraj is called “Pra Khun Paen” ever since. It was called Pra Khun Paen to honor the Thai famous Warrior General Khun Paen, the Governor of Suphan Buri Province in the Kingdom of Ayutthaya.

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Kaolin

Kaolin, soft white clay that is an essential ingredient in the manufacture of china and porcelain. Kaolin is named after the hill in China (Kao-ling) from which it was mined for centuries. Kaolin is found in Lampang , and Ranong Province of Thailand.

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The amulet made from soil or earth

The soil or earth is the oldest minerals on Earth, it accumulates all power of good deeds of all Arhats (or Luohan), Bodhisattva and Buddha as long as you and your enemies are standing/living on the earth, the Pra Mae Thoranee (the Earth Goddess) will witness good deeds and bad deeds, if you have made good deeds, then your good deeds have already witnessed by Pra Mae Thoranee, Pra Mae Thoranee will help you, and your enemies could not do any harm to you. And the difficulties of your life, Pra Mae Thoranee also witnesses, and Pra Mae Thoranee will ease all of your difficulties.

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Pra Long Gru or Pra Gru

Pra “Long Gru” or “Pra Gru”  means amulet that was stored in the chamber of a chedi/stupa or in a container buried under the ground for many of years, and later found by someone.

According to the prophecy in Pali Canon that Buddha’s Dispensation (Buddhism), and Dharma (Buddha’s teaching) would exist and follow 5,000 years after the Buddha passed away or entered nirvana. The “Long Gru” is a Thai traditional practice to preserve Buddha amulets with figure of Buddha in them in the case that after the decline of indigenous religious practices of Buddhism, the future generations would learn that Buddhism ever to have existed on earth.

The Pra Long Gru, Thais believe that after long period of time that the Buddha amulets were kept, the power that was accumulated in each and every amulet would break apart the chamber (in Thai called Gru Takk) that amulets were hidden.

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[ambercoloredfox]

A Thousand Wishes

Summary: One night in 1898, Hob Gadling discovers a wish and a regret, both born out of the loneliness of immortal life.

Pairing: Morpheus x Hob Gadling x f!Reader/OC

Rating: Teen

Notes: *slaps the roof of this fic* This baby can fit so much angst. Yes, if Reynard was played by an actor he'd be David Tennant.

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"You'll catch your death if you stay out in the rain like this."

A wretched low laugh rumbled out of me. If only. He watched me with searching eyes, still trying to piece together the puzzle. My lips curled over my teeth.

"I'll be fine. You should go inside though."

You're more likely to catch death than I ever will. I kept those words hidden and caged to my tongue. Too dangerous to reveal too much.

Gadling paused for a moment, considering something. Then he hopped off the crate. Rain splashed at his feet. In one swift movement he turned to me, holding out his hand.

"Come with me? I could, uh, buy you a drink?"

Still, the effects of it shaped my world like the oceans and mountains shaped the continent. And just like these facts of nature, none of it was my doing. Technically.

It all happened a very very long time ago. Or so I was told. A thousand dreams that became wishes, shooting stars raining across the cosmos.

Not in this life, anyway.

Though, in some intangible way, I shared the blame. One, One thousandth of it. A fraction, less than one percent, that kept me forever running-- a shark, ancient and deadly, chased by impossibly bigger predators, that forced me to never swim backwards. Only forwards. What was once a predator, turned a petty scavenger just to survive.

Survival looked less and less likely as the decades passed. Strange, that my kind were once thought akin to gods. Though not entirely wrong.

We soon discovered that our apotheosis would not lead us to salvation. Instead, even the best of us was splintered upon that godhood-- shattered like glass turned to sand and cast into the wind. Reincarnation became our only saving grace, though it was just a different form of running. A way to delay.

I wondered, occasionally, if maybe we deserved it for what my kind had done so long ago. Other times I raged against it like a beast in a cage, broken howls of why me and it's not fair, the sound carried on the wind to unhearing ears.

Inside, my soul was ancient. Outside, I was so very young, still a mortal age. The fact clung to me like pink raw skin after a blister. In a world where the smallest mistake could mean ruination, I was drowning in naivety. An adolescent, given wings of copper and tossed into the storm of fate, expected to fly through the thunder.

One day, these wings would catch the wrath of lightning and I would fall, without the promise of death to catch me. Death was too kind for a wretched thing like me.

Who would be the last? I wondered. There were so few of us left. I thought, maybe, to ask Reynard how many we numbered now. I was sure he knew. Yet everytime the question came, it paused at my lips, saturated on my tongue. Did I really want to know?

I wasn't alone. That's all that seemed to matter. I would cling to that fact like a lifeline.

The stink of garbage was repugnant. Rotten fish and banana peels. I wrinkled my nose but carried on, hopping up on the waste barrel like a well deserved throne.

Dark eyes found my own and I froze. The hair on the back of my neck rose. I took a quick mental check of myself, forever doubting, as I was always taught to be careless was to be doomed.

Nothing was amiss. I appeared just as I needed to.

He continued to stare, looking far too closely at what should have been a scene that was not noteworthy to his kind. His eyes were large and round, surprised and confused, as he stood with one foot inside the pub, his body half turned towards me.

Something deep within me recognized that the man who stared was ever so slightly off. My lack of life experience meant I could not pinpoint how. A thing clung to him, or perhaps a lack of one.

We watched each other, recognizing each other's strangeness. I waited for him to make the first move, adrenaline setting my legs like coiled springs.

His eyes darted inside, and then back to me. Then he made a decision. The man moved, his foot sliding back to join the other outside. A hand gripped the doorway, betraying the tension that refused to show in his expression. A warm dark gaze stayed trained on my own as he shifted slowly out of the pub, moving as if trying not to startle me.

All at once, the realization hit me and cemented me in place. Those bright eyes should shine with a bit of immaturity, should've been far less knowing. Instead, settled deep inside was experience. Age.

He was far too old for a normal man.

Yet his scent was unremarkable. Human just as any other.

I should have run. Should have taken my chance to escape. Maybe I was far too naive to know when questions became fish hooks. Curiosity kept me planted in place, just as it drove him step by step closer.

His mouth opened, poised to speak, but the words froze on his tongue. My heart raced like a rabbit in my chest, but the instinct to chase after it, to run away, was muted like the grey sky above.

"There you is, Mista Gadling." A woman purred, strung across the door frame like it was a stage and she was the featured presentation. "I was hoping you'd come by again tonight. Can't resist my womanly charms, can you?"

The rain that had been threatening all day finally broke free from the clouds in a light mist.

A rueful smile tugged at his lips and I caught the beginning of rolled eyes before they shut. He turned back to the door of the pub, his features relaxing into a more pleasant greeting.

"Hello Lou." His profile revealed a half hearted smile. "Should've known you'd be here."

"I'm always here, luv. Now stop watching foxes and come get out of the rain. If you're lucky I might just let ya buy me a pint." She winked at him.

The man named Gadling gave me one last curious glance. I wrapped my tail around my paws and tried to act inconspicuous. It seemed to work. He retreated back into the shelter at the woman's beckoning, turning his back on me.

I let out a breath of relief, yet curiosity still sparked through me, twitching my tail. My eyes stayed on the windows of the building but I gained no answers. Time slipped away from me, trickling like the water that fell from the sky.

There you are. A voice spoke through my head.

I startled, nearly falling from the barrel. Older tawny eyes looked up from under a parked carriage. Reynard looked both ways before darting across the street to join me under the short awning of the alleyway.

We should really move on soon. Too long in one place and something could pick up our scent-- Are you alright?

Any other kind might not have been able to see the worry that plagued him when he looked at me. But he and I were the same. We spoke together in a language that consisted of more than just words, as all our kind did. Our minds grazed past each other, the touch of soft new fur.

I'm fine. I think. The echo of my mind a wisp of thin white smoke.

Reynard hopped up on the barrel next to me, forcing me to make space for him. His keen eyes sought my own. I stared at his bushy tails, pressed tightly together to make the illusion of a singular. Small grey hairs were starting to make themselves known.

What happened?

I wasn't sure how to explain it. So I didn't. It was probably nothing, really. Just some human who saw a fox. That was all. Right?

Kit? His anxiety laced the nickname like arsenic, making my stomach coil.

I finally met his eye. It's nothing. Really.

He did not believe me.

Show me. Reynard demanded, pinning my gaze in place like a butterfly to a board.

I hesitated.

It was enough to spur him into worried action. His experienced will dug into my mind, easily by passing my unskilled defenses. The memory was torn from me for his examination, leaving tattered flashes of images before my eyes. Then, just as quickly, it was over. His mind soothed the frays of my own, petting down ruffled fur.

That is strange. He agreed, turning towards the pub.

His agreement only made me feel worse. Strange was bad. It meant dangerous.

I stuck close to his side, watching as heavy drops of rain collected and splashed on cobblestone. Reynard set his tail around me, both as an apology for forcing his way in my head and as a soothing gesture. I stayed quiet as he thought.

Then, he turned to me, eyes full of mischief that made him seem hundreds of years younger.

You could find out.

I glanced to the pub then back to him. Isn't that dangerous?

His returning thoughts were a hum of acknowledgement. I'll stay right by your side. No harm will come to you on my watch, kit.

Reynard lept from the barrel into an awaiting puddle, making hardly a splash with his graceful movements.

Besides. You need the practice.

Knowing he was right, I followed him and tried to subdue my childish huff of annoyance. It's not like I was bad at it. We stopped in an abandoned alley, made darker by the rainy day.

In the blink of an eye, he grinned down at me in the form of a man, all stretched smiles and lanky height. A form that was easy and familiar to him. All the strangeness that made up our kind was carefully tucked away behind flattened hair and a smart suit.

It took me a moment longer, trying to get it right. Holding the picture of myself in my mind, then breathing into the form like a meditation. The warm hum of magic seeped into me, the chime of my Gem sounding through my soul. A wish fullfiled. I smoothed down my hair, double checking I had no ears visible.

"Come on, hurry up!" Reynard said, betrayed by his playful smile.

Reynard frowned at me. "Ah, ah. No."

I blinked at him, then spun, trying to see if my tail was visible. When I found nothing, I raised an eyebrow at him. He pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Context, kit." He admonished.

"I don't understand." I said looking down at myself again.

His hands settled on his hips. "If you're going to present as a woman, you need a skirt. Or a dress."

I glanced down at my pants with a wrinkled nose. It was raining. Why the hell would I wear a skirt?

"Or just be a man." Reynard shrugged.

"That's harder." I whined. He rolled his eyes at my pout. "Fine."

Another wish. Another surge of magic. Then I was dressed in a grey skirt and matching coat, a similar style to ones I had seen humans wear. I gathered some of the skirt in my fist, trying to keep it dry.

"Better?"

"Brilliant!" He grinned, holding out his arm for me to take.

An umbrella appeared in his hand, keeping us both marginally dry as we stepped back into the street. I glanced up at him, a question poised on my tongue.

"Have I always been so short?"

"Hm?"

"You know, in all my lives." I muttered the last part of the sentence.

A frown tugged at his mouth and I wondered if I had overstepped. He never got angry at my questions, but sometimes he pirouetted away from the answers as if fearing a strike. Or, annoyingly, he'd answer that I would have to discover in time.

"Well," He drawled, "I can't exactly remember my own past lives. That's part of the trade off. Survive another day, start from scratch."

I nodded and looked back at the street, expecting that to be the end of it.

"But I did meet you. Once." Reynard continued at a mutter, eyes forward. "Goodness, I was young. I want to say, oh, 4 tails ago?"

Mirth filled eyes flashed to my own, his grin easy. "And yes. Just as tiny. Unless you decided not to be. Tricked me good, you did." The grin slid from his face as he turned away. "You taught me a lot."

Reynard's mind was held carefully out of my reach, the act too telling in its own right. Something about a blank face that was too obvious a mask. I let the curiosity of it drop. Just because you had the ability to plunder minds did not mean you would always find treasure there.

Rain dripped streadily from the canvas of the umbrella, no longer a mist. Our shoes clicked noisily on the stone, joining in the cacophony of the downpour.

"How could you tell?"

"Tell what, kit?"

I glanced up at him. "That it was me. That I'm the same soul."

"Ah." His jaw clicked as it snapped shut, a little too animal like. That was the only indication that he struggled with the answer, as his voice flowed from him with ease. "Well, it's all in the eyes, isn't it? Windows to the soul and all that."

I hummed in response, more curious about the words left unsaid. We turned down the street and the pub came into view. I stood a little straighter, all anxiety and raised hackles.

"Relax."

It was said both outloud and placed in my mind. I took a deep breath, mentally checking my form. He caught the flicker of attention that flashed through my mind.

"You look fine." Reynard sighed. "Honestly, give yourself some credit. Most of us never appear so put together at your age."

"Really?" I asked, startled at his confession.

"Really." He smiled back as we strode into the warmth of the pub.

I kept hold of his arm as he steered us to an empty table, not letting my eyes stray too far just yet. Better to keep your cards close to your chest. You never knew who was watching.

Reynard took my coat and took off his own, throwing them both over the backs of our chairs. I sat and tried to appear more relaxed then I felt. My eyes finally drifted freely, careful not to look like I was searching. Reynard waved down a waitress as he sat, somehow arraigning his gangly limbs into the perfect sense of ease, as if he didn't have a care in the world.

I found what I was looking for. The strange man, Gadling, half sat, half leaned over the bar as he spoke to the bartender, unlit cigar twirling in his hand. It hadn't even been cut, I noted, nor did he make any move to do so. A glass of liquor sat hardly touched. As he spoke, he kept himself turned partially towards the door, points of his shoes facing in that direction.

Was he waiting for someone?

Pain radiated up my shin as Reynard gave me a quick kick under the table. I turned to him in surprise, trying to hide my sharp inhale.

"Red, yes?" He said with the slightest tilt of his head towards the waitress.

"Uh." My mind scrambled towards his, floundering like a drowning man. His response was a life raft, his quick memory of the last few seconds pushed into my head. I smiled and turned towards the blonde woman. "Yes, red wine would be lovely. Anything sweet, if you have it."

She flashed her teeth politely and gave something between a curt nod and a curtsy before leaving. I exhaled in relief when her back was turned.

Reynard did not seem amused.

"It's not enough to look the part. You must also act." The words echoed in my head so his voice did not have to raise above a whisper. So he was not overheard.

"Sorry." I muttered. "Just got distracted."

He hummed in acknowledgement, eyes glancing at Gadling before settling back on me. "So. What do you think?"

My head tilted at his question. This whole thing was his idea. "I thought you would know...?"

"Yes. But I want to hear what you think."

"I..."

Gadling glanced at the door, a flash of nerves across his face. I frowned.

"I think he's waiting on someone." I muttered.

"Good." Reynard broke out in a grin, leaning over the table in his excitement. "And what does that tell you?"

I drummed my fingers on the wood, sensitive ears picking up on every beat and echo. "That he's not alone?" I guessed.

Reynard rolled his eyes. "More than that."

A huff of frustration left my lips. I glanced over again. Dark warm eyes met my own and I, too quickly, looked away in my surprise.

"I dunno." I muttered at the table. My ears strained to pick up his voice among the crowd.

Instead I heard the familiar tapping of the waitress's heels approaching, the scent of her perfume so strong that it arrived long before she did. I matched Reynard's smile at her as she handed out our drinks, but it felt too strained, not fitting right on my face. Her own smile was just as tense.

Did she suspect...?

"Let me know if I can get you anything else ." She told Reynard, looking at him through her lashes.

Lifting his glass to her, he winked, laying on the charm to distract her from me. "Will do, love."

We exchanged nervous glances behind her back.

Relax.

I hid my emotions behind the large glass of wine, drinking deeply. To be relaxed enough to act normal, while concentrating enough to keep up the illusion of this form, was a difficult balance to master. Hopefully wine would help.

Reynard made it look easy, leaning back in the seat with an arm draped haphazardly over the back.

"Back to the point." He said, slight nod to the strange man in question.

I sighed. "Can I get a hint?"

"Ah, no." His grin was a flash of teeth. "You're already doing so well. Wouldn't have expected you to pick up on anything like this so quickly."

I frowned at him, unsure if that was a compliment or an insult.

His brows lifted, all open honesty painted across his features. "I mean it. His type can be hard to spot, if you don't know what you're looking for."

An opportunity arose and I lept on it.

"And what is 'his type'?"

Reynard flashed his canines, eyes gleaming with mischief. "That's the game, kit. I'm not letting you give up so easily. Now think."

Another huff left my lips and I took a drink.

"He's..." I frowned at the wine. "Old?"

"Yes. Good."

"But he doesn't smell any different. Or look it." The words tumbled out of my mouth as I grasped for understanding. "He just seems... normal."

Words had to be chosen carefully when spoken outloud.

"Except for..." Reynard smiled over his glass.

I thought back to how I had seen him in the alley.

"His eyes?"

"Good. What else?"

"I..." My frown deepened, then I sighed. "I don't know."

"Oh, come on, kit! You've got this!"

Something tugged at the back of my mind, but answers eluded me. I looked back to Gadling, hoping to find what I had missed.

His eyes were already on me, eyebrows pinched together. A chill ran up my spine. My instinct was to dart away, to run from his searching eyes in fear. But the fact was, he was strange too. I clung to it, letting it burn away the chill.

Defiantly, I glared back, refusing to cower. My mind connected to his unconsciousness through our shared gaze, careful not to breach his conscious mind and be found inside his head. We were kindred spirits in our puzzling, half formed question with no answers like driftwood in his mind.

Too quickly, the moment left. A faint blush colored his cheeks and he looked away. Caught staring.

I turned back to Reynard, worry bubbling in my gut. "He knows I'm different."

"Yes. Exactly."

The older fox beamed. I blinked at him. I hadn't meant it to be an answer.

"I don't understand."

His fingers circled the rim of the glass and he smiled with a raised chin. "The man is old. Experienced, you could say."

We stared at each other as I waited for him to finish. Reynard drew it out, stringing me along.

"He's waiting for someone..."

I continued to wait, but he gave no answer.

Instead, he scoffed. "Oh come on, kit! The pieces are all there, you've just got to put them together!"

I huffed in annoyance, draining my wine. This line of thought was getting me no where. Maybe I could turn to something different to find the answer.

"Who is he waiting for?"

The question caused Reynard's smile to slip.

"Dunno." He admitted, finding solace in his drink.

"You don't?"

He hummed thoughtfully through a mouthful of alcohol. "Other than the fact they're like us?"

Surprise shot through me like lightening, mixed with an odd light note. Something akin to hope. Delicate and easy to lose. My mind fumbled to his rather than speak.

He's waiting for a fox?

"Ah, no." His smile didn't reach his eyes. "I just meant something, er, strange."

I refused to let go, holding tight to the feather light butterflies. Hope was not such an easy thing to kill. Yet to hold it was a delicate balance. Too loose and it would fly away. Too tight...

And it falls apart in your hands.

"How do you know?" My voice rose sharply. "It could be. It could be. You don't know it's not."

Reynard didn't meet my eye. Insect wings fluttered in my grasp.

The two of us sat in an uneasy silence. Reynard played with his drink, something serious fraying at the edges of his mind. His eyes stayed down, hardly noticing the prodding of his consciousness I was doing. Whatever was on his mind, it took him far away from here.

His mind was left too unguarded. A wisp of a moment found it's way to me.

You taught me a lot.

I reflected this memory back to him in his mind.

"What did I teach you?" My whispered voice didn't waver, a deadly seriousness. Knife to throat.

Reynard's eyes shut, hand chasing after to cover them. Sorrow broke through the cracks in his carefree facade. He was frozen, petrified and curling inwards.

"Reynard." I hissed, my eyes stinging.

Cool blade against a pulse.

Finally his eyes met mine, joined hand in unlovable hand with a broken watery smile. My grasp was too tight.

"Just you and me, kit."

Hope crumbled like dust to the touch.

A thousand wishes, shooting stars across the night sky. My hand found my Star Gem, grasping still, to keep hope from falling apart. It rang a hollow note, unable to take back the words Reynard had spoken and brought to life like a spell. The dust in my hands became bitter, a denial.

It couldn't be true. It just couldn't. A thousand. A thousand could not be only two. We couldn't be alone. There had to be more. There had to be more.

More than him and I burning against a dying light.

Yet I had never met another.

The truth of it hit me like a physical blow. My grasp on my form faltered, ears turning to points, tail curling around my leg like I could use it to hold myself together. My fists bunched into the fabric of my skirt, breath catching in my chest.

"Hey, hey. Look at me."

Reynard's mind curled around my own, protective, keeping me from falling apart. His hand sought out mine. Tears spilled over when I finally did as he asked.

"It's alright. It's okay." His thumb brushed over my fist. "I'm right here."

"What happened to them?" A broken sob of words.

"They're gone." His voice a whisper. "We've got each other."

"What happened?"

"Just calm down."

"Reynard." The word was more of a whine in the back on my throat. An animal sound.

"You need to calm down, kit."

Everything inside me shook. Nothing felt real. My vision wavered, the world a mirage, dancing shadows upon a cave wall framed by flickering firelight. I pulled my hand from his grasp.

"Kit."

His mind bore into mine, holding it down. A physical weight. Restraining. Forcing me to his will. Like a wild animal I fought against it. I bared my teeth.

A low growl ripped out of my throat.

Shock flashed across his face as if I had struck him. His grip on my mind loosened. I jumped to my feet.

People were staring. Instinctively, I checked my form. I was still intact, but fraying at the edges.

"Sit back down." Reynard ordered, all the gentleness drained from his face, leaving only hard lines and fire.

My own inferno blazed with righteous truth.

"You hid this from me."

The words came from behind sharp teeth.

"Sit. Down."

"You lied to me."

"Kit."

"I hate you."

The words were a bite that drew blood, sank deep into the flesh. Reynard leaned slowly back in his seat, his chin still held high. Too proud in the face of my ruination.

Something inside broke. The world was dark and I was only just seeing it. Even home held nothing sacred.

I did the only thing my kind knew how to do. I ran.

He did not follow.

Rain poured steadily over me and I let myself soak in it, keeping me in my human form. Cold and wet doused flames, leaving nothing but the sound of steps on cobblestone. The streets were nearly empty, sky growing steadily darker as the day came to a close.

I didn't know where to go, so I just kept walking. A chill kept me numb, only my hand warmed by the heat of my Gem. It was a stupid thing to do, to keep such a thing so close to the open.

I couldn't find it in me to care.

By some twist of stupid fate, I ended up back where I started. Walked in a circle. Rain drenched me to the bone. A stubborn fire stoked through me. I would not go back inside.

I sat on the familiar rubbish bin and let my head fall back against the wall, Gem tucked inside my joined palms. No where to go, no where to run.

Ever so slowly, waiting out the time until my wish was claimed. Whatever that meant.

Reynard had spoken so many words, but had told me so little. The truth was like a naked king. Only I had just now noticed, having it pointed out to me. There was so much I didn't know.

And he had been nurturing that naivety. Deliberately keeping me in the dark.

I shut my eyes and let the sound of rain wash my mind away.

"Er, you alright, miss?"

My eyes snapped open, startled that I had let someone sneak up on me. Gadling's warm gaze met my own. I tensed, acutely aware of the Gem in my hands.

"Christ, you're soaked. Come on, let's get you back inside, out of the rain."

His face was too open, too expressive. Honesty was a good disguise for ill intent. My eyes narrowed.

It didn't seem to bother him. He crossed the alley in quick steps, joining me under the awning. Gadling grabbed at his clothes and I tried to prepare myself for anything.

I was not prepared for him taking off his jacket and handing it to me. My eyes stayed trained on him and I made no move to take his offering. His eyebrows pinched together and I felt a ripple of worry from his unconscious mind.

"The, er, bloke you were with. I think he's gone. If it makes you feel better."

It didn't.

Gadling no longer waited for my permission, draping his coat across my shoulders like some long lost act of chivalry. He settled himself on a crate next to me. I blinked at him.

"You'll catch your death if you stay out in the rain like this."

A wretched low laugh rumbled out of me. If only. He watched me with searching eyes, still trying to piece together the puzzle. My lips curled over my teeth.

"I'll be fine. You should go inside though."

You're more likely to catch death than I ever will. I kept those words hidden and caged to my tongue. Too dangerous to reveal too much.

Gadling paused for a moment, considering something. Then he hopped off the crate. Rain splashed at his feet. In one swift movement he turned to me, holding out his hand.

"Come with me? I could, uh, buy you a drink?"

I searched his unconscious mind, his easy smile raising alarm bells. All I found was a faint echo of the blush that tinged his cheeks. His free hand found his neck to soothe his nervousness.

"If that's okay with you, I mean."

His expression only reflected what was in his subconscious mind. Honesty. It was not a thing I was used to.

Was that part of what made him strange?

Curiosity seized me in it's iron grip. Slowly, I closed one hand around my Gem to hide it and placed the other in his upturned palm. His smile broke free from anxiety like rays of sunlight through a storm cloud. Gently, he helped me to my feet.

Inside, we found a table next to the fireplace, Gadling pulling out my seat for me. He didn't ask for his jacket back and made no comment about the steady drip of my clothing. I watched him with the same attention someone would give a transcript of a foreign language, trying to parse meaning from unknown words. Surprisingly he didn't shy away from the attention, seeming to bask it and return with his own wonder and curiosity.

"I'm Robert, by the way. Robert Gadling."

Ever distrustful, I pondered if that was his real name. After all, who would be foolish enough to give their true name to someone they suspected was not entirely human?

His smile faltered a little at my silence, then picked back up as he leaned in towards me. "You know, it's generally considered rude to not give your name when making introductions."

Oh. Was that his game, then?

"Is it?" I asked, my smile all fangs.

I caught the tail end of surprise flash by in his mind, a quick passing thing. Something began to awaken there. Some form of understanding that I quickly had to correct.

"You can call me Kit." I offered. A false olive branch to lie about the existence of the shore.

"Kit?" He asked his eyebrows raising, head tilting as his eyes drank me in. "Is that short for... Catherine, perhaps?"

Odd name, his mind rang out. Nearly as open as his expressions.

"Sure." I hugged my arms close to my body.

"Well, Kit. Pleasure to meet you." A smile as warm as the fire at my back. "Let's get you something to warm you up, yeah?"

More alcohol. I didn't quite care for it. The burning of magic inside me was enough to stave off the worst of the chill.

Robert spoke in polite pleasantries. Small talk, nothing of importance. Yet I listened with rapt attention, trying still to figure out what was so odd about him. My subdued answers seemed to only open him up more to continue to chatter.

So I began to prod.

"Do you normally pick up strange women sitting in the rain?" I asked.

He blinked a bit, smile just short of happy. "Not normally, no. But I make an exception when they look as if they're about to let themselves drown in it."

I hummed softly into my drink. Really? Was that to only reason? Out of the kindness of his heart?

Certainly hard to believe that to be the whole truth.

"Listen," Robert said, shifting a bit in his seat. "I don't mean to pry. But I couldn't help but notice what happened earlier. Whatever happened with your husband--"

"Husband?" I snapped incredulously.

"-- or fiance. Significant other?" Robert shook his head. "Doesn't matter. Point is you can't go running around on the street alone. 'S not safe these days. Especially after dark."

"I can take care of myself." I bit out. His gaze still stayed steady on me. "Besides..."

My mind was still stuck like a hiccup on his assumption of mine and Reynard's relationship.

"He's not my." My nose wrinkled in protest at the word. "Lover. Or anything."

"Oh?" His hands busied themselves with the still unlit cigar, desperate for a distraction. "Then, ah, what. Is he?"

The words came stilted and halting. I looked for a double meaning in them, but only found that faint blush rising once more on Robert's face. Head tilted down as if trying to hide it, but eyes drifting back up to mine.

"He's..." I paused, trying to find a way to translate 'kin' into something more human. "My brother." The answer finally found me and settled in the air. Close enough.

"Oh. Oh, okay." More breath than words. A spin of the cigar.

"And I hope I never see him again." I added.

The cigar dropped on the table. "You can't mean that. Not really."

"I do."

Robert settled his arms on the table, muscles strained tight, a war raging inside him. Eventually something won.

"Look, I know you don't know me, but trust me. You can't let anger get the best of you." Age and wisdom were set bone deep in his intense gaze, once more telling of his strangeness. "Life's too short to hold grudges."

I pondered his words, brow raised.

"Is it?"

He startled like easily freightened prey and covered for it, badly, by busying himself with finally cutting his cigar.

"It is." He muttered. "The only thing we've really got in this world is each other. Other people. Best not to let that go to waste."

Robert's words were said with the sincerity of an oracle, whispered with reverence to things untold. I didn't argue. Unknowingly, he had said something that was far too true.

Two of a thousand stars left hanging in the dead black sky. The darkness of it settled in the pit of my stomach.

My mouth tried to run from it, a familiar path.

"So, what brings you here?" I asked, leaving no escape from the change of subject.

His smile was the rays of dawn chasing away a night sky. Robert straightened, filling with some lightness that he did a bad job of hiding.

"I'm meeting someone."

"Someone?"

"An old friend. Ah, well, I say friend..." He touched his earlobe, a nervous tick.

"Hm?" It came out more of a chirp than a hum as curiosity sparked under my skin. My head tilted, ears threatening to perk up past my form.

"Nevermind. Just someone I see. On occasion."

"But not your friend." I raised an eyebrow again.

"More an..." His mind flitted past the word stranger. "Acquaintance."

Answers were tantalizingly close, salivating in my mouth. I did my best to seem at ease, rather than the called to attention predator I was, nose pressed to the ground as I followed the trail. I cultivated an air of plausible deniability.

"What's his name?" I asked, sipping my beverage but not tasting it.

Robert's mouth open and he froze. His brow furrowed, looking away as he searched for answers. My mind pounced on his, teeth finding unguarded prey.

Never did find out his name last time. Christ, 500 years and I'm still calling him 'The Stranger'.

Everything snapped into place.

"Oh."

His eyes shot back to mine.

"You're immortal."

That's why he was so old. Why he was still human, nearly unremarkable in that fact. Why he seemed just barely touched by the strangeness hidden in the dark corners of the world, just to know that it exists. Why he was waiting for someone.

He had made some deal with an entity for eternal life.

"Wh-what?" Robert's face paled as a false smile affixed itself to his face. "I'm not sure what you mean."

The words were carefully placed banners, tattered in the harsh winds of truth. I had my answer now. Yet my burning curiosity only grew to a wildfire.

I leaned closer, chasing him as he moved back. My eyes shone with my eagerness. "How did you do it? What kind of deal did you make?"

His whole body was tense, the taste of pond water like physical presence in his mind. Then he blinked, and all the tension melted away. His expression suddenly mirrored my own. Robert leaned closer, looking at me with new eyes.

"You're like me." He breathed.

The words were a quick extinguish to internal flames.

"No."

Robert grinned like the devil. "Yes you are."

"No."

I could not be pushed any further back in my seat, though I still tried. A predator that had become prey. His hand found mine on the table, trying to ground me.

"Don't be frightened. You're not the first I've met."

Finally I stilled, my lungs no longer taking in air.

"I'm not?"

His smile rounded out with softness. "No."

Logically I knew, I knew, that he did not mean what I was thinking. But my fresh grief had hands and clung to anything within reach. Fingers wrapped around his wrist.

Robert shifted slightly in his seat, the two of us still connected by held hands. His eyes darted away for a moment, then leaned back towards me again conspiratorially.

"1354."

"Huh?"

His eyes crinkled and he let out a breathy laugh. "Year I was born." It was said so quietly that if I had human ears I might not have heard.

"Oh."

He was nearly as old as Reynard.

A pause, a nervous tick, before Robert got past his hesitation and asked. "What about you? How old?"

Something in me felt small and weak at this new found revelation. I hid my naivety in buried words.

"Older than I look. Too young to know better than to pursue curiosity."

His brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

I hummed softly, glancing at our joined hands. "It's dangerous to chase the unknown."

Robert followed my eyes. Somehow he got closer, warm breath brushing past my face. "Maybe I'm alright with a bit of danger."

Our eyes met, something charged and unspoken settling in his gaze. I was the first to look away.

This felt upsidedown. Of course, I wasn't inexperienced, having used seduction plenty before as a tool of survival. This was different. Heat crept into my cheeks.

Suddenly he let go, jumping back as if he had been caught committing some crime. I tried find his face, but he was looking away.

"Is your brother older than he looks as well?" Robert asked, a slight tilt to his head.

"Yes. Why--?"

"Kit."

Both a voice in my head as well as outloud. I jumped and spun around to see what Robert had been looking at. Reynard's stood with all wired tension, stance wide as if ready to bolt.

"Time to go." Energy rippled across him, unseen to the human eye, all heat and electricity. "Now."

I crossed my legs and picked up my glass. "I'm not finished with my drink." I said cooly.

Reynard's hands slammed into the table. "This is not a game."

Something is coming.

I tried to find meaning in his gaze, but only found open raw fear, festering with years of experience.

"You should calm down, my friend." Robert tried to soothe.

Fear turned to anger like dark clouds illuminated by lightning. Reynard got in his face, his voice a growl. "Hold your tongue, you pathetic little worm."

"Stop it." I grabbed the shoulder of his jacket and turned him back towards me. What's coming?

Now is not the time, was the only response.

"I can see now why your sister ran away from you. Are you always so unpleasant?" Robert had the calmness of a man who was far too sure in his own abilities. Mistaking the viper for a vine.

"You do not understand the meaning of unpleasant." Reynard bit at him. I prodded his mind only to find a scream of pure panic. It ignited my own.

I had never seen Reynard panic before. Worried, distressed, fearful? Yes. Panicked? Never.

He grabbed me and hauled me out of my seat. I tossed Robert's jacket back to him. "Thank you for the drink, Mr. Gadling."

Robert glanced between the two of us. "Are you going to be alright? Maybe I can walk you to the door?"

"I think you've done quite enough." Reynard growled, his grip tight on my arm. My questioning look was ignored.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Robert asked, unable to hide a wounded expression.

Reynard didn't wait for him to finish the question before tugging me away. Robert stood in a half hearted attempt to follow us, but something caught his gaze out the window. Our eyes met, his expression torn. Then he moved towards the front of the pub as we slipped out the back.

A grip that was more claw then hand dug into my arm. Rain splashed at our feet as we walked.

"What was that about?" I asked.

"Keep moving."

"I haven't stopped. Answer me."

"Not now."

I tore my arm from his grasp, spinning on my heel towards him. "Then when?" I asked, teeth bared.

"When we're somewhere safe."

Reynard went to grab me again but I stepped away. His expression darkened. I didn't care.

"We are never safe." I echoed old words back at him. One of the first things he taught me.

His response was a flash of teeth through spat out words. "Now less than ever."

"I deserve to know! Stop treating me like a child!" I shouted at him. I pressed my will into his mind to try to pry an answer from him.

"You are a child."

I found that he honestly believed his words. It knocked the wind from me.

He didn't stop. Each word was spat like venom from his mouth, slowly escalating into shouts.

"Only one tail-- not even a hundred years old yet. Never been through a trial, never had to survive the Dreaming. But you're so damn cocksure that you can figure it all out! That there's some solution beyond survival! But there's not! There's only this!"

We watched each other, his chest heaving, neither sure whether the water on our faces consisted of rain or tears.

"Your kindness is going to kill you, Kit." Reynard choked on the words.

I shook my head, water splashing into puddles below. "You told me we can't die."

He took a step towards me. "And you don't understand how much worse that is."

"Because you won't tell me!" The words were all growls and barks, forced into his head in my fury. My hands found his chest and I shoved him, hard. He stumbled backwards.

I didn't wait for him to recover. My human form dissolved in a puff of smoke and I ran.

"Kit! Kit!" His voice faded behind me.

Darting through the rain, I turned through the streets with the intention of losing a pursuer. Water helped to mask my scent. I doubled back twice, keeping my path unclear.

Climbing on top of a roof, I was lost on what to do. Reynard was never going to listen to reason. I could never figure out the mystery of my existence with the small scraps he threw my way. But I had to know more. I had to learn.

It was my life. Didn't I deserve to understand why I suffered the way I did?

I thought back to what Reynard had told Robert. I think you've done quite enough. What had he done?

Something is coming.

What had been coming? How could it possibly have been Robert's fault?

Drops of water fell rhythmically from my muzzle. I watched them go, plummeting all the way to the ground. The phantom of warmth could still be felt in my hand that had been held.

Maybe.

Maybe there had been something about Robert I had missed. Then again, danger clearly lurked back from where I came.

Maybe I'm alright with a bit of danger.

One thing was certain. I wasn't going to find answers here.

Puddles splashed noisily as I trotted back to the pub. In the alley, I shook rain from my coat before turning human again. Just as I had manifested the form, I heard shouting.

"Tell you what!"

The voice sounded familiar.

"I'll be here in a hundred year's time!"

An echo of Reynard's panic kept me cautious. I peeked around the corner.

"If you're here too it'll be because we're friends!" Robert shouted at the back of an approaching dark figure. "No other reason, right?"

Hands grabbed around me, clamping over my mouth and stealing me back into the black alley.

Don't move. Don't think. Don't even breathe.

The familiar scent of Reynard wrapped around me. His hand trembled over my face.

The dark figure passed us by. My eyes widened. I was a tiny fish, only big enough to recognize the shadow of a collosal predator as it swam above.

"Fuck!"

Neither of us moved, too scared we would be seen. The rain became an obstacle, hiding footsteps from our straining ears. I wasn't sure how long we stayed petrified.

Slowly, Reynard released his grip on me. His eyes stayed trained on the point where the stranger had disappeared from view. I glanced in the other direction. Robert was long gone.

I don't understand. What... I licked my lips, too nervous to speak out loud. Who was that?

Tawney eyes pierced my own. The King of Nightmares.

His words didn't match the facts as I had seen them.

But... He was the one who gave Robert immortality?

Don't try to understand the decisions his kind make. Reynard answered. They obey no reason but their own.

His kind?

No thoughts came in return. I recognized the half answers I had received. More scraps thrown to keep me off the table.

Who exactly was he? Why were you so afraid of him?

A darkness grew across his face, all thorns and poison. He is one of the most powerful beings in all of creation.

Another half answer.

How do you know that? How do you know who he is?

I watched him shove his hands in his pockets. Hiding. Always hiding things.

What aren't you saying, Reynard?

Reynard began to turn and walk away, the opposite direction of where the stranger had been. I caught his arm before he could go.

Tell me.

He didn't answer and he didn't move.

I deserve to know. Answer me.

Face tilted up to the rain, Reynard closed his eyes.

Who is he, exactly? What is he to us?

Finally, finally he answered. A shaky turmoil of a response. A monster carefully let loose in fits and starts, lest it bites at the liberator.

Dream of the Endless.

I didn't understand. My mind turned towards shooting stars and a warm Gem well hidden on my person. Reynard caught my thoughts like fireflies in a jar.

His eyes opened and slowly he turned towards me, hand retreating from the depths of his pocket. Between his fingers shined the light of his Star Gem. He held it up to me.

In all my years of life I had never seen it. The fact that he revealed such a thing to me now only highlighted the severity of the thoughts that he communicated.

Who do you think we stole these from?

#dream x reader #dream x y/n #dream x oc #morpheus x reader #morpheus x oc #morpheus x hob #Morpheus x hob x reader #hob x reader #sandman fanfiction #my writing

[dwell-the-brave]

WIP Wednesday 10/01/24

It's that time of the week! Here's two WIP snippets for you.

First, from the Wedding Fic!

“Alex, you stand here,” Nora, who has followed them over to the kiosk, seizes him by the shoulders and positions him on one side of an archway. “And Henry, you here,” she moves Henry into position across from him. She checks their positioning, nods to herself, and takes a step out of the way. “Well?” she asks June and Bea, and Pez who has now wondered over to join them.  “I think it’d be pretty special Alex,” June calls, and Pez nods encouragingly. “Oh yeah, I can see the vision,” he says. 

And from the 'What Happens in Vegas' fic.

The flight time from McCarren to Andrews Base is nearly 5 hours, and Alex feels every minute of them.  He tries to find something to do besides doom-scrolling through Twitter. A few thousand people have taken screenshots of ChapelOLove_LV’s post and shared it far and wide. The comments range from ‘@messier81vega I KNEW IT! I FUCKING KNEW IT! NEVER TELL ME THE ODDS!’ to ‘@halofoxcomets wat a fukin waste of men’. There’s a few ‘Get you a man who looks at you like HRHH looks at ACD’, but those ones are a bit confusing because they’re all attached to old pictures of them through the years, and Henry isn’t looking at him any differently in any of them. 

If you like these, please check out my work on Ao3. For the Wedding Fic, the preceding works are Give Me Comfort, Give Me Help and it's prequel, But Still My Griefs Are Mine.

#writing #red white and royal blue #alex claremont diaz #rwrb fic #my fic #henry fox mountchristen windsor #alex x henry #alex/henry #firstprince #firstprince fic #red white and royal blue fic

[liz-allyn]

Bella convinced Honey and Peter to take her to Disneyland. What's they're favorite ride? Will Peter wear Mickey Ears if they hand them to him???

i had to think on this before i answered

1

None of them have ever been to Disneyland (except for Bella who went to Tokyo Sea, and Shanghai Disney, and Disneyland Paris, because why not).

2

Peter is most excited of them all. Yes, the ears are like the first thing he buys. Right when they go through the main gates, he stops and sees the shop on Main Street, and—ooh! Mickey Ears! He almost goes for an Ear Hat, because... impressions, right? It takes him a really long time between the Oswald the Rabbit hat, which is unique and cool, or the Pride hat, because yeah! He almost goes with the Pride hat until Bella suggests since he likes rainbows so much he should go with this one, so they could match Honey who has chosen this one. Peter agrees, it's fucking adorable. Then Honey's like, "What about this one?" And Bella gives it her blessing and that becomes the one.

Now Bella's about to reach for this one,

but then she sees this one

but then Peter grabs THIS ONE, and says "AND THIS ONE!!!"

And then Bella laughs and says "And this one?"

Honey's like "Okay, Bella these are expensive. You only get to pick one."

Peter's like "ONE OF EACH"

And then Honey's like "wait what was that"

And he's like "wat"

"that"

"nothing. *to the cast member behind the register* ring it all up, thank you."

and Bella has so many ears now she's going to change them out between every ride and Honey needs to talk to Peter about boundaries, but that's ok they're so happy!

3

Once Peter hears about the Bippidy Boppidy Boutique, he throws an extra $1000 as a bribe to make it happen even though they didn't make reservations and he skips the line and some Club 33 parents are PISSED about it, so he pays for them too.

4

They eat the Mickey Head ice cream bars and Peter ends up with some chocolate melted on his cheek and does honey take her thumb to wipe it off and suck it into her mouth in a very not-family-friendly manner when Bella's distracted yes she does

5

Peter's favorite ride is Space Mountain. No one's a fan of any of the 3D rides, least of all Honey, who gets motion sick. She's most excited to check out the "classic rides" (Pirates of the Caribbean, Jungle Cruise, 'it's a small world')—her absolute favorite being Haunted Mansion. And of course Peter has to buy ANOTHER hat to commemorate how gleeful she looked in the Doom Buggy.

Bella actually thinks most of these rides are kinda dull. Her least favorite being 'its a small world.' She just "doesn't get it." But at least Peter sprang for the super expensive passes so they're gonna get to ride everything. And eventually they get to "mr toad's wild ride" which is one they'd never heard of, but it ends up being Peter and Honey's least favorite (not expecting it to take such a dark turn) and Bella's favorite (because she's going through a morbidity phase and was most impressed by "the part where we're all in hell!).

#peter x honey imagines #💬 sugar and vice #this was very important and i needed 5-7 business days to think about it

[accursedkaleeshi]

"Am I not ALREADY an aberration to nature, science, & spirit?" Dude, you kidding?? Look- Nature's main and only goal is to survive and pass on your genes. The fact you ain't dead yet? Nature is shrieking in primal delight! Science-wise you're something fucking amazing and if Dooku wasn't a single minded dick who remade you specifically just for war and rage, even more scientific advancements could have happened from your feedback and mere continued existence! Spirit-wise, okay I admit I have no clue but I'm sure at least half of it is "WHOOOAAA!! THAT'S KICKASS!"

You are too hard on yourself my guy.

(At mun: That DOOM Grievous is amazing! 10 thumbs up!)

“Spoken like a true Separatist,” Grievous rasped patronizingly.

“Your enthusiasm is refreshing but you still sound like Wat Tambor. I am technologically astounding. But my adaptability & unstoppable resolve do not come from a place of progress. I was alive out of sheer spite. And FOR WHAT??” The General raised his voice, slamming a fist on an abused counter top.

“For NOTHING-!” He’d had very little personal stake in the Clone Wars aside from inconveniencing the Republic. The fact that the Clone Wars literally turned out to be for nothing seemed wretchedly fitting. Grievous still came off as a contrary tyrant even now. The things he bragged about were the same things he suffered under. He’d clearly written himself off as a martyr long ago.

[cont from here]

#asks #scribbles #sorry he’s such a big baby #in character #accursed!grievous

[nenchainzz]

eeeeep im hopin 2 watch da movie wit a friend sumtime around halloween like opening weekend ( bc datz wat we did 4 barbie ) & i will nawt apologize 4 da person i will be when i see matthew on screen bc itz still sooo crazy how fnaf haz gone so far . . . ooo & josh hutcherson !! TT literal insanity. dunno who im gunna dress up yet bc i tried thrifting bc i wanted 2 dress up as chica or smth but it didnt work out,, i'll try goin again but 4 now i could dress up in purple ( my fav color after pink ofc heh ) or as freddy or smth since i have a bunch of brown & fluffy thingz ^O^ i feel like i rambled OOPSIEZ

Oooo omg!! I hope you and your friend have loads of fun!! I don't blame you Matthew Lillard is sooooo fine!! I'm so excited to see Josh as my hubby Michael such perfect casting <3

And true!! You could wear purple in honor of your man!!

There a lot of good options of Pinterest that I found doom scrolling lol

And dw about rambles!! I love chatting with you Nini!! <33

#\^o^/ Answered!! #ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ ˋ)੭ Lauren’s Moots <3 #Nini ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و