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dark-twist-fairytales · 1 year

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And here we go! Sorry if the tone changes halfway through it, something happened in real life that made us a little upset. We tried to power through it and keep writing.

This is how Ezhno joined the clan!

Tw: Kidnapping. Not detailed, but yeah, still there.

A harsh huff left Ezhno as he entered into a nearby cafe. He didn't need to vent, he just needed a way to escape his thoughts. For how much was happening to him today, he was done with it. Sitting down at a table, he just set his head down fo a moment, trying to comprehend remotely what was running through his mind.

A waiter came up to him, mostly out of confusion. "Sir? The tables are only for customers." She spoke, causing Ezhno to sigh and sit up. "Can I tell you what I want from here?" He asked, as he pulled his wallet out with his prosthetic arm. Her face turned to one of disgust, as he sighed and shook his head. "Nevermind.."

He stood up and went to the cash register, where a different worker worked. The woman walked to behind the counter, to the back, taking another look to Ezhno as he walked. "Hello, what can I get you today?" The cashier spoke, giving a smile. "Hi, yes.. I just want... Fuck, what's it called?" He muttered, looking to the menu and spotting what he was looking for. "Expresso. Sorry, my mind is frazzled today." He said, with the cashier nodding. A little bit of talking, Ezhno looked to his wallet and opened it up with his hand, clamping on with his prosthetic to get the money out to pay for it. He did get a weird glance from someone at another table, but he didn't care. He had grown used to it at this point.

After a bit of waiting, he got his coffee and sat back down at the table he was at earlier. He slowly sipped at the hot beverage, laying his head down on the table while proping his prosthetic on the table beside his head. Giving a sigh, he simply closed his eyes and just embraced the feelings all around him.

"Oi, kid." Goddammit. Ezhno opened his eyes up and looked to who was speaking to him. "Talking to me?" He asked, getting a nod from the much larger male. Ezhno sihed, but the male had his attention. "Okay, what's up?" He asked, before something was placed over his head. While Ezhno did struggle, it wasn't enough, as within 5 minutes, his body went limp and he was lifted up by someone else, someone still larger than he was. He could hear talking, but it was in an unknown language. French, perhaps? Maybe Italian? He didn't know.

Eventually, he completely fell asleep, and when he came to again, he was in a bedroom, laid down. No, this wasn't his own, nor was it someone he recognized. He slowly sat up from the bed, glancing around to try and see what was remotely around him. A fully filled out room, but there was a bank, blac top hat dangling on a hook, along with a note pinned to it. Slowly standing up, he walked over to the top hat and undid the clip, reading the note to himself..

'We have seen your abilities to think and adapt to new things, no matter how stressful it gets. We would enjoy you becoming part of the clan, to restrict members from further being killed due too reckless nature of themselves and their leader.'

Ezhno looked to the top hat and sighed, mentally giving a 'fuck it' and grabbing it off the hook. He then walked to the door and opened it up, walking mindlessly with the top hat in his claw to try and find what leader had even wanted him in the first place. Once he found the office, he banged on the door with his human hand and waited beside the door. He gave a sigh to himself, shaking his hea and muttering softly to himself.

The door soon opened, revealing a very prestine and proper male, and within the room was another male that had a very powerful aura to him. "Ah, you're awake." The male inside spoke, with Ezhno sighing. "Yeah, I am. What is going on?"

As Ezhno was let inside by the more proper looking male, the door shutting behind them to keep the conversation private, he crossed his arms enough to grabb the top of his prosthetic with his human hand, while allowing the prosthetic limb to hang freely. The black top hat was still in his claw. "My name is Sir Wilford IV, but just call me Wilford or Sir. My grandson over here has noticed a few things about you. Ezhno Nies, yes?"

"Kind of creepy, but what did I expect being kidnapped by a criminal clan." Ezhno said, glancing to the male behind him, now known as Wilford's graandson, and seeing him give a wave. He turned back to Wilford. "Listen, I really don't care about joining the clan. I would say I'd rather go home, if I hadn't been kicked out literally today- You know? Being kidnapped was probably the highlight of my day."

"Regardless of that, I don't have an interest in joining your clan."

"What if the deal got a little sweeter?" Wilford spoke, and this caught Ezhhno's interest. "Hear me out here, alright?" The leader motioned to the chair by Ezhno, and he cautiously sat down as a peace offering.

"Free housing here at the clan, like we do for all our members, but.. Also paying off medical bills and insurance." Ezhno perked up at that, looking to Wilford witth more intent. "We have private doctorss, and know some outside of the clan. You can be completely dropped off and not pay for it in the real world." He spoke, with the black-haired male now thinking of it intensely. "Well.. That... It does sound nice.. But if I join the clan, what would I be doing?"

"Like the note Reginald left intailed, we've seen your smarts and your quick-thinking. You join the clan, you will be helping set up raids and getting the blueprints for the place we're attacking. Less of being out there and more of plotting. Of course, you can deny the deal. Nothing will happen to you, free of choice. We'll let you go, get someone to bring you back to your home."

Ezhno sat for a soild minute, thinking about his options, before he gave a sigh. "Frankly, joining this clan might be better for me in.. A lot of ways.." He said, before nodding. "Fine, Sir Wilford. You have yourself a new clan member."

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Days passed after this interaction, and Ezhno had been.. Widely accepted. Way more than he thought he wouldd, but it felt.. Nice. He had grabbed what he wanted from his old place (which wasn't a lot to begin with), set himself up in a room, and had basically dropped everything from his old life. Now, he stood in front of a body mirror, for the first time, with his new outfit on. Custome colors to be a bright turqouis, his undershirt in a blue toned off-white, and shoes with velcore sea-foam green, the same color as his top hat. He set it on, fixing his hair a bit, before looking at himself one good time. He felt like tearing up, smiling a bit at how well the bright blue looked on him.

It was a nice change. He liked this change.

#the henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin oc #ezhno nies #my writing!

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bonniebird · 4 years

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Lucifer x Reader

Requested by Anon

28,000 follower celebration

Lynda jumped as she looked up from her notes to see Lucifer had quietly let himself into her office and taken a seat. It was a change. But she was unsure if that was a good thing. He was rarely completely silent and brooding. Least of all in her office.

“Lucifer? Can I help you?” She asked nervously and took her seat, picking her note book up as she crossed the room to do so. He sighed and looked rather forlorn. Lynda swallowed and glanced at her phone. She could probably text Maze or maybe Amenadiel for help if he got out of hand.

“I have met another woman who was able to resist my charms.” He finally admitted.

“Well Lucifer, you might not be everyone's type.” Lynda said gently.

“Not everyone's type! I’m the devil, I'm everyone's type! Well, I suppose there are a few exceptions.” he mused but sighed and shook his head. “I had her seduced! I had her under my spell and somehow she got away. My father has stolen my mojo by introducing those other women.”

“How do you know that it was your father’s doing?” Lynda asked him and she rolled his eyes.

“Well isn’t it obvious. How else would she resist the allure of the devil!” He complained and Lyndia sihed, taking a moment to think.

“Well, why don’t we talk about what happened?” She asked and watched Lucifer closely.

“Well I saw her, thought she was rather lovely, went over and asked what she desired.” Lucifer trailed off and Lynda encouraged him to speak more. “She said, ‘Why don't we just... dance. And have a great time. And when it's over, never see each other again.’”

“Well… how do you know that wasn’t what she desired?” Lynda pressed.

“Because, there was no magic, no spark. Whatever you want to call it. My mojo didn’t work and when we’re done dancing I glance away for just a second and she’s vanished. No one in the club even saw her and I danced for hours.”

“Have you thought that perhaps your feelings towards Detective Decker may have made it difficult for you to bond with this woman or distracted you, maybe?” She tried softly. She groaned internally as a familiar look filled Lucifer’s eyes.

“You might be onto something there. My father has given me a bond with the detective and now when things are going well he adds in another woman, who can resist my charms to make things difficult. I have to find this woman and get her to leave.”

“No Lucifer! That isn’t what I meant!” Lynda said but he had already left. She sighed and took a moment to gather herself before getting up and returning to her desk.

#celebration 28 #bonniebird #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer

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aziz-writes · 4 years

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what have you gone through to make you think this is okay? I want to fucking rape you. I want to tear your skin off. I want to force feed you drugs. I want you to rot

Disclaimer: the author of this blog can think of far more imaginative ways to bring distress to unwanted characters. I am sorry for anyone nauseated by this ask.

In answer, I assume you are referring to Project Monarch and not the gender neutral magician post so here we go:

MEMORANDUM FOR: Human Resources

SUBJECT: MK-Ultra Application

RE: Anonymous Greyblob, pronouns unknown.

TO: Building 13

1. Human resources received an incomplete and unsolicited application that appears to be for the open handler position.

2. Applicant appears at first glance to be seeking a position with Delta-T49, however has not indicated they possess the required intellect.

3. Human Resources has determined the applicant is not suitable for any positions of import, however understands building 13 is frequently in need of Secretaries for your various projects that are in 'testing' phase. If that is the case, please advise and an offer letter will be sent immediately.

4. Should an offer letter be requested, Human Resources now requires an estimated probability of termination in the secretary position to prevent incidences similar to Project Mantis casualties. The resulting investigation contributed to the fall of SIHE and incurred unnecessary costs to the Facility. Should probability of termination fall over 53% Building 13 will be responsible for retiring any relations to the applicant that may be concerned with their disappearance.

FROM

[REDACTED], Building 27

#the ship that never sailed #death of a monarch butterfly #mk ultra #project monarch #Delta conditioning #writeblr asks

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ragnarachael · 4 years

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💕🎀 from the asks 😊

💕- opinion on AUs?

i love AUs!! i couldn’t possibly pick one that i love! (i also started planning a Waitress AU, so like,,, eventually that’ll be a thing)

🎀- favorite story

honestly, it’s a tie between And So, All Yours and Jukebox Hero (Stars In His Eyes). ASAY because i really love how i wrote Loki and reader’s interactions (and also the next half of it is turning out very soft i can’t believe i’ve done this).

JBH(SIHE) because it’s my baby. my fuckin’ CINNAMON APPLE. like... ER Nurse!Reader and Stephen Strange is one of my favorite things to come to my blog and i’m ignoring the fact that it needs one more chapter to be finished bc i really don’t want Jukebox to end!!

send in an emoji from THIS POST for the writer ask game!

#rachael's void speaks back #spideygirl2003 #thank u for the emojis!! this took a min to reply to bc i'm indecisive lmao

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marshmallow-phd · 5 years

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I can already tell that Secret in His Eyes is gonna be amazing!!! Wooo!!! And I'm constantly hating you for Innocent Intentions and Lies Untold!!!! If you're tagging people for Secret in His Eyes could you maybe include me too? Love you!! ( ' 3 ' )

Thank you so much!! I’m really excited for what’s planned (and a BIG surprise that waiting for those who read it!)

Oh, don’t hate me! You know you love those stories!

I wasn’t quite planning on having a tag list for SiHE mostly because only one anon asked about it and it’s been a bit stressful remembering everyone, but you know what, screw it! I’ll start a tag list and have you on it!

#secret tag

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megalodun · 7 years

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Sunshine, Coffee, and Eyes

Josh Dun / Reader

Hi. This is my first imagine / fic on this blog, so take it easy 😚. Also, feel free to request any time. (Also, this was made on mobile, so apologies for any spelling/alignment errors. I suck at proofreading.

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Pairing/s: Josh Dun, Reader

Trigger warnings: Emptiness?? Aside from that, none.

Smut: No. This one’s mostly cutes-y

y/n = your name

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Dull.

It was all you ever saw. When you woke up in the morning, the sun never shined – in your perspective. Everything was in blues, in greys, in whites – it was cold. This day was no different.

You didn’t know when this started – the last time you felt the sun seemed like ages ago. Maybe it was back in highschool, when everything seemed so bright and happy – or maybe it was when you got accepted on your very first – and current job as a barista. For the longest time, the smell of coffee enticed you, but no matter how good the brew was, it never gave back the sun.

You weren’t sad, no, not depressed. Everything just felt so…empty.

You sat up on your bed, rubbing your eyes. The curtains were closed, not that you minded – the sun wasn’t coming in anyway.

You trudged your way to your small kitchen, pressing yourself a cup – ah, French Press, your favourite. The smell made you smile, as you prepared yourself for work.

The cafe was fairly quiet. There were a fewer customers, not that you minded. You liked the peace. Your co-worker, Leigh, groaned.

“Its so boring today,” she whined, tapping away at her phone.

You looked up from your own. “We work at a cafe, Leigh. You’re supposed to be accustomed to silence. Unless you’re at like, Starbucks,” you exclaimed, giving her the side eye.

“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes. “I crave social attention.”

“I don’t.”

“Truth,” Leigh let out a small giggle.

You and Leigh have become fairly close. She worked here before you did, and she was thrilled to hear that there was gonna be a new barista. Truthfully, you despised her at first – talkative, snarky, whiny – you tried to avoid contact with her as much as you can, only to fail and have her blasting random stories on your ear basically your entire shift. Over time though, you came to appreciate that someone was willingly talking to you, and slowly (but surely) started opening up to her. She became your best – and only friend, for over 2 years now. Your day wasn’t complete without her constant ranting, whether personal or on the phone.

She never made the sun shine, though.

The two of you sat behind the counter, Leigh stiffling giggles as she read memes, and you putting one earphone on while looking for a song to play. Usually employees weren’t allowed to be on their phones on their working hours, but your manager makes exceptions when the day is slow – so long as you still do your responsibilities.

You couldn’t pick a song. The amount of times you clicked ‘next’ on your phone was now incomprehendable, so you gave up and put your phone down. Right at that second, the chimes of the front door jingled, signalling an entering customer. You and Leigh immediately went to your positions and prepared to greet whoever.

And that ‘whoever’ surprised you. A tuft of pink hair stuck out from his cap, which was on backwards – his lips etched in a soft smile, and those eyes – you quietly marveled at his sight. You mentally slapped yourself as you stood behind the register.

“Good morning,” you managed to spurt out.

The man smiled, his eyes starting to squint – you thought it was adorable.

“Good morning,” he says and stops to look at the menu.

“I’ll just have a french press, make that medium,” he said, as you fumbled around the register, inputting his order.

“W-Would you like anything else? We – have, er, breakfast items available,” you stuttered out. He pondered for a moment.

“Pancakes sound nice right about now,” he finally decided. “I’ll have a serving.”

“Okay – um,” you finished typing in his order. You took a medium cup, and realized that you had to ask his name – gulp.

“What name should I put – I mean write?” your mind was still jumbled.

“Josh.”

Josh has been frequently visiting the café, at times twice a week, at times, thrice. You noticed that whenever you greeted him, his smile made his eyes squinty and barely there – but when Leigh did, his smile was softer, and more formal. Thoughts ran into your mind, but you immediately pushed them out. Today, you greeted him – and he was with someone else, too.

“Good morning, Josh,” you and Leigh already had him at first name basis, which was a thing you did to your regulars. “French Press and Pancakes again?” you ask.

“French Press, but make it waffles this time,” he grinned. You softly smiled and inputted his order.

“How about you, sir?” you looked at the man Josh was with – messy brown hair, soft eyes. He looked tired.

“I’ll have was he’s having,” he says, bumping his hand on Josh’s shoulder.

You took two cups and wrote Josh’s name.

“May I ask for your name?” you directed to the other dude.

“Mmmmmmm, Tyler,” he says, yawing. You wrote his name, got their payment, and they mumbled a ‘thank you’ before heading off to their seats.

“He has a friend with today?” Leigh peers at you. You shrug your elbows.

“Looks like it. He looks really tired,” you told Leigh your observation.

“That’s what coffee’s for,” Leigh said as you two worked on their order – you on the French Press, Leigh on the waffles. After you finish, you put them in a tray and set them on the counter.

“Order for Josh and Tyler!” you projected. They both stood from their seats and walked to the counter. Josh, once again, smipes at you, and you thought you saw Tyler smirking while looking back and forth between you and Josh. They went back to their seats and you saw Josh slightly punch tlTyler in the arm while the latter was giggling and looking at you. You felt tour cheeks flush and went back to Leigh.

“That Josh dude,” Leigh says. “He’s pretty cute, yeah?’

You were taken aback by her question. “I - Um, I don’t know – maybe? I guess.” you stammered out. Leigh gave out a giggle.

“Shut it, y/n. You’ve been checking him out since he first visited!” Leigh said, rather too loud for comfort, and you immediately shushed her with a finger.

“Leigh! They might hear!” you whisper at her. She stifled another laugh.

“So you DO like him,” she smirked. You groaned, but your cheeks were flushed pink. You couldn’t really deny your attraction to Josh. His voice was low, yet gentle and calm – his hair was unique, and you liked it, and his eyes – the way they squint when he smiles – thinking about it made you fluster a bit more.

And all the while, Leigh was wheezing in hysteria.

When you woke up the next day, you opened the curtains for a change. The view from your window wasn’t very impressive, but it was something. On this particular day, however, you noticed that everything was a little brighter. You wondered why, but didn’t dwell too much into it. You did tour usual routine, and headed out the door. You opted to walk today – the cafe around 30 minutes by feet. You breathed in cold air – you could really use the exercise.

Upon crossing an intersection, you spot a tuft of pink hair in front of you – you felt fluttery, but shook it off. For some reason however, your mind decided it was a good idea to catch up to him.

“Josh?” you cautiously approached, in case it wasn’t the said person.

“Oh hey!” his shocked expression made you giggle inside. “You’re the lady at the café!”

“That’s me. I was just on my way there, and I saw you – so I thought I might come say hi,” you smiled. You thought you saw him blush.

“I’m on my way there too, actually!” He smiled – you sihed in your head. His squinty eyes did things to you and your mind.

“Aren’t you with Tyler?” you ask, since Tyler has become a frequent customer as well.

“Nah, said he wanted to sleep in,” he chuckled. “So, you walk to work?”

“Just today, I thought I might get some exercise,” you replied. “I usually go on my bike or a cab.”

“That’s cool,” he shrugged. Both of you continued to walk silently – you occasionally looking up at him.

What you didn’t know was that he was looking at you, too.

“Y'know, I’ve been your customer since, forever, I guess, but I’ve never actually learned your name?” he glanced at you.

You grinned. “Y/n. Y/n F/n. Nice to formally meet you, I guess,” your mind was overflowing with emotions and thoughts at this point.

“And I’m Josh Dun. Nice to meet you too!” There it was again – the eyes. Those adorable, squinty eyes.

Throughout the walk, both of you talked – your favourite bands, singers, actors – your favourite colours, hobbies, books – your preferred coffee – everything. You both even slowed your paces to maximize the time spent, Albeit neither one of you knowing.

Finally, you both enter the café; again, it was pretty quiet.

“Uh - I’ll go on then,” you say. He nods as you go behind the counter, putting your apron on. Leigh stares at you the entirity of the time.

“Spill it,” she smirks. Your face reddens.

“Wh-what?”

“You. Josh. Together. Spill it!” Leigh basically begs; you sigh and whisper everything to her. Her face brightens up and shakes your arm vigorously.

“Uh–um…Ahem,” a voice in front of the counter snaps you two out of your gossip time, only to see Josh. “Order?”

Leigh pushes you to the register, all the while your face reddens. You take Josh’s usual order, and quickly scramble to Leigh.

“I hate you right now,” you groan. Leigh laughs and pats your back.

The morning progresses. Tyler actually comes in a little later, and you see him and Josh talk, Josh looking rather excited for some reason. Tyler keeps looking at you – then him – then back at you again all the while Josh talks to him. You shake your head from your thoughts and continue to work. Later, you see Josh scribble something on a tissue paper, leaving it on top of the plate. They leave, and you go to their table to clean up.

You also take the tissue paper, just to see. Written on it was a phone number, and a small note – 'Talking to you was fun. Text me sometime? Josh.’ You mentally squeal, and shove the tissue in your pocket.

Each day is brighter and more vibrant. You started texting Josh right after work that day, which was a week ago, and he still continues his regular visits, sometimes with or without Tyler.

As you were pressing your coffee, your phone buzzes – Josh’s name on the screen.

- 'Want to walk together today?’

You quickly type a reply.

- 'Yeah, sure! Same intersection?’

Ever since that day too, you started walking to the café together. You’ve learnt a lot about Josh – how he drums for a living, how he and Tyler has a band, on what colour his hair is next – on why he colours his hair.

He also learns about you, too. How coffee entices you, how you and Leigh became close, how you have next to no friends aside from Leigh, and now Josh. He says Tyler’s your friend, too.

You suddenly ask him about his regularity in the café.

He smiles. “The ambience is nice,” he pauses a moment. “The coffee tastes really nice, too.”

All the while you were staring at hime, not noticing the blush on your cheeks as you watch his lips move as he talks. He stops and looks at you too.

You both werw outside the doors of the café, mindlessly staring at each other.

“And…uh,” he hesitates. “And…maybe because I really, really like one of the baristas,” he smiles and looks away, redness in his cheeks.

Your face reddens. You stomach leaps. You stammer for a response, to no avail. Instead, you stare at him in awe. He looks back at you and smiles, his eyes getting squinty.

“God, I love it when you do that,” a giggle escapes your throat.

“Do what?”

“Squint your eyes when you smile. It’s adorable,” you say softly, almost a whisper.

“I-I really like you, y/n,” he breathes out.

Rays. Rays of sunlight hit your face and illuminate your eyes. The tress have their vibrancy on full, and it seems to be warmer than usual.

“I - um, I do too Josh,” you pause. “A lot.”

“Thank goodness,” he exclaimes as he wraps you in a hug. You hug him back, your eyes wandering the sunlit streets of your town.

He unwarps you from his arms and stares at you – his gaze scanning you beaming face, as he slowly leans in.

“Y/N!” Leigh suddenly barges out and upon seeing you two, widens her eyes.

“Oh! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, I’ll go back in now,” she smiles sheepishly as she rushes back – you see her go to the table where lo and behold, Tyler was. He gives a two thumbs up, and starts giggling with Leigh.

Josh looked at you again and smiled. “Should we go in?”

You smile back. “Yeah. I gotta get your French Press ready,” you say with a wink and a peck on his cheek – and run to do your barista duties.

fin.

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okay sorry if that bored you 😩

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hadeschan · 6 years

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item # P1B088

Pra Chood Tri Pakee, Pim Pra Buddha Chinnaraj, Pim Yai, Long Ruck Pid Thong. A holy powder Buddha amulet with figure of Pra Buddha Chinnaraj in the front, and Buddha Yantra in the back. This amulet is one of a set of 3 amulets (Pra Buddha Chinnaraj, Pra Buddha Sihing, and Pra Kaew Morakot). This Pra Buddha Chinnaraj amulet is a Pim Kammakarn (only 250 pieces made for VIP), it was coated with lacquer, and patched with gold foil. Made by Wat Kao Bang Saai, Chonburi Province in BE 2513 (CE 1970) for a fundraiser of a Charity Foundation Association honored to “Somdej Pra Buddha Kosachan”. Somdej Pra Buddha Kosachan of Wat Kao Bang Saai was a Preceptor of Chao Khun Nor. This amulet was blended with holy powder of Somdej Pra Buddha Kosachan of Wat Kao Bang Saai, old holy powder crushed from old/ancient Buddha amulets, Pong Pra Gru Wat Sam Pleum (holy powder crushed from ancient amulets discovered at Wat Sam Pleum, Bangkok), and hair of the head of Chao Khun Nor. This Batch of amulets was kept at monk’s house of Somdej Pra Buddha Kosachan at Wat Thepsirin, Bangkok, and Chao Khun Nor came to that monk’s house to bless the amulets on each and every “Wan Pra” (Buddhist Sabbath) for hours. The last Blessing Ceremony was on Dec 5, BE 2513 which was the last amulet blessing of Chao Khun Nor.

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BEST FOR: helps advance your career to land big promotion, also brings success in life and career. Klawklad Plodpai (brings safety, and pushes you away from all danger), Kongkraphan (makes you invulnerable to all weapon attack), Maha-ut (stops gun from shooting at you), Metta Maha Niyom (helps bring loving, caring, and kindness, and compassion from people all around you to you), Maha Larp (brings Lucky Wealth), and KaaKaai Dee (helps tempt your customers to buy whatever you are selling, and it helps attract new customers and then keep them coming back.

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DIMENSION: 3.00 cm high / 2.00 cm widest / 0.90 cm thick

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Chao Khun Norrarath Rachamanit (Chao Khun Nor) was born on Saturday, 5th Febuary BE2440 and was the eldest of the family of 5 children. He was in the first group of students of the 1st Official University of Kingdom Siam, later known as Chulalongkorn University. After completing his studies, Chao Khun Nor became an officer of the Royal House of King Rama VI. He became the closest attendant to the King and he was promoted to serve at the King’s chamber and attended to the King’s daily needs. After the death of the King Rama VI, Chao Khun Nor was devastated. He left the palace in BE 2468.

His parents wanted him to get married with a lady teacher after seeing Chao Khun Nor was in lament over the death of the King. However, before the marriage would be engaged, Chao Khun Nor told his parents that he wanted to enter monkshood.

Chao Khun Nor ordained on 23th March BE 2468 at Wat Thepsirintravas, a day before King Rama VI was cremated. He became a monk as thamboon (making a merit) for the King Rama VI. Chao Khun Nor was a devoted vegetarian who consumed only a meal a day and decided never to leave the monkshood. He was ordained by Somdej Phra Buddha Ko-sacharn (Charoen), who was also his preceptor. Phra Putwiriyaaigon, the abbot of Wat Sommanatwiharn and Phra Udon Seelahkon Wat Thepsirin were the Dhamma teachers.

STRICT OBSERVANCE OF THE 227 PRECEPTS

It is widely believed that Chao Khun Nor could accurately predict the future by looking at finger and palm prints. When the villagers heard of that ability, all of them flocked to the temple asking him to tell them their future but they were declined by Chao Khun Nor. Despite that, many people continued to visit Chao Khun Nor very often even though they know that they will most probably go back empty handed. They all came for an assortment of reasons ranging from offering presents, to seek a guidance about their problems and to ask Chao Khun Nor about their future lives. Chao Khun Nor was very uncomfortable, pity and sad with all these human beings.

When the villagers offered things to Chao Khun Nor, Chao Khun Nor advised them to bring those to other monks as he strictly observed the 227 provisions of moral precepts. Chao Khun Nor also mentioned that one would similarly accumulate merits when giving offerings to other monks. This made the villagers unhappy and felt that Chao Khun Nor looked down on them. They people brought the matter up to Somdej Phra Buddha Kosacharn (Charoen).

When Somdej Phra Buddha Kosacharn heard this, he asked Chao Khun Nor about this matter. Chao Khun Nor explained that the reason he did not accept the offerings or attendance from the villagers because he was ordained for the purpose of making a merit to King Rama VI. Besides that, he also needed to maintain good concentration in order to study the teachings of Buddhism. In order to succeed, he needed to have no connections to the outside world. All the people who came to visit him brought along the troubles of the world, which adversely affected his concentration. When Somdej Phra Buddha Kosacharn heard his reason, he sympathized and agreed with him.

Chao Khun Nor had strictly observed the 227 precepts, he did not accept any form of offerings from the villagers. The room in which he lived was very empty and consisted of only the basic necessities. There was even no electric lighting. Chao Khun Nor did all his readings in the daytime. When Chao Khun Nor went back to his room, he would lock the door and stay inside. No one ever knew what he did in his room and he never came out to receive guests. He never accepted anything from anyone with the exception of his nephew who would bring vegetarian food from his mother. Chao Khun Nor spent most of his time in his monk’s house.

At the temple, they placed some skeletons of dead people to aid the monks in the development of their insight. The intention was to remind the monks that the female body would eventually resemble this ugly state so that they will refrain from sex and impure thoughts as well as to reinforce the rule of impermanence. LP Parn of Wat Bang Nom Kho Ayutthaya also practiced in such a manner.

WATER AFTER WASHING CHAO KHUN NOR’S FEET COULD CURE SICKNESS

It is a daily routine for Chao Khun Nor to walk back to the monk’s house. There were 2 things that were significantly different with him. Firstly, he did not wear any slippers like the villagers and walked around barefeet. The second and most remarkable was that he always walked on tip-toes and his heels never touched the ground. No one knows why he walked like that but it was assumed that it was a kind exercise for his leg muscles. Before stepping into the monk’s house, he would wash his feet in a basin and dry them.

A village was hit by a deadly disease and one of the villagers was instructed to bring an empty bottle to Chao Khun Nor to ask for some holy water to try to cure his fellow villagers but was declined. The villager had no idea what to do and how to get holy water from CKN to appease the villagers. Out of desperation, he decided to take water from the basin used for washing Chao Khun Nor’s feet and brought it back to his place to give to the sick. Nobody knew the origins of the water and what it was used for. After those sick people drank the water which they thought was holy water given by Chao Khun Nor, all of them were miraculously cured. This greatly puzzled the man who brought back that water to the village.

When this rumor spread out, people who heard it, then all rushed towards Wat Thepsirin to ask Chao Khun Nor for this special holy water but he denied having given any to anyone much to their disappointment. When the villagers heard Chao Khun Nor’s reply, they were all very confused as to where the holy water came from.

The monk staying next to Chao Khun Nor couldn’t stand it anymore as more and more people flocked to the temple and decided to clarify to the villagers once and for all that Chao Khun Nor had never given any holy water to anyone. However, there was one man who came to beg for it but was declined. He also witnessed the same man taking the water from Chao Khun Nor’s feet washing basin but at that time, he did not know what the man was doing.

When the origins of the “holy water” was established, all the villages rushed to take water from the basin. Some waited around for it to be filled up and immediately emptied the basin. This made it a very hectic job for the person responsible for topping up the basin as he had to do it numerous times a day. Finally, the basin was placed in Chao Khun Nor’s room to stop all trouble.

MIRACLE AT THE AMULETS BLESSING CEREMONIES

There were reports of strange incidents happening when Chao Khun Nor made incantations. On the fateful day of Saturday, 25th April BE2513, a photographer was assigned to take photographs of him consecrating a batch of amulets and was busy snapping pictures of the long and elaborate process until it was finished. After the photographs were developed, there was something strange and remarkable about a picture in which Chao Khun Nor was sprinkling holy water on the amulets. The wooden brush that was used to sprinkle holy water emitted white light from its tip. There were many people who were present at the ceremony but the light was not seen by anyone there. It only showed up on the picture. Everyone was amazed as they could not find any logical explanation for this. However, everyone agreed that it could not have been caused by the actual physical sprinkling of holy water itself.

There was another strange incident on Saturday, 5th December BE 2513. There was a big ceremony at Wat Thepsirin and many people came to witness the event. Chao Khun Nor announced that it was going to be the last time he was going to make incantations for the blessing of amulets. In a photograph, the flames from the candles which were lined up directly in front of the principle Buddha statue were “swaying” as if there was a strong wind blowing. However, all the windows and doors were shut during that time and there was no wind at all. The flames should have been completely still. Everyone who was at the ceremony were astonished when the picture was shown. This particular picture was taken when Chao Khun Nor was making incantations in front of the principal Buddha image in a temple and Chao Khun Udomsarasophon was blessing the amulets with holy water.

Based on the pictorial evidence taken during the ceremony, there was widespread belief that the strange incidents were the result that Chao Khun Nor was already an arhat.

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I think the ending being kind of ambiguous is really nice! It has this bittersweet sort of feel to it that you don't really get with hanahaki ideas very often if at all and it was an immensely beautiful read especially with the later pages being all Aizawa POV! I loved it from start to finish so thank you very much for sharing it with us!

Awww, that is what I was hopping! It makes me very happy to hear it came through 🖤

All of the story leading up to a POV shift had been the plan from the beginning, so we could understand what had been going through Shouta's head. We didn't get to see a few of the details of Aizawa's POV, either because I couldn't work them in organically, or because they would have made the story drag, or ruined the pacing, but I got to show the most vital parts of it and the emotion he was going through.

For example, something I couldn't really portray without spelling it out was that once Hizashi had confessed to Shouta in his delirium, Aizawa couldn't actually confront him about the flowers anymore, because it could have doomed him. Since the disease depends on the perspective of the person infected, if Aizawa had revealed what he knew and confessed anyway there would be a risk that Hizashi wouldn't have believed him, thinking he was doing it to save him, meaning he would be fucked and there wouldn't be much Shouta could have done at this point (similarly, if Hizashi got convinced Shouta loved him back he'd be healed regardless of whether or not it was true. Which thankfully is not the case in this story). So that's why every time Hizashi drifts off, or starts coughing, risking compromising his secret, Shouta distracts him and deflects.

Little lore dump you didn't ask for but I was looking for the opportunity to share xD Thank you so much for the sweet words, sincerely. I was incredibly worried about disappointing people with that end but it was the original vision and I stuck to it. Everyone has been very sweet and kind with it too, so it makes me happy.

Thank you once more for reading and enjoying! Have a wonderful day 🌸

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jblackbikes-blog · 7 years

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Chiang Mai - Day 1

In the morning I decided to do a tour of some of the temples of Chiang Mai. Daneille stayed at the hostel to do her fantasy football draft which was taking place technically the following day in San Francisco. The tour van picked me up from the hostel. There were only two other women on the trip and they were from the Philippines. They were super nice. At first we drove around and viewed the city's five gates , still standing with bits of the ancient city walls attached. There is one gate for north, south, east and west, and one gate that was used strictly for removing dead bodies from within the city walls, because cremation was prohibited inside the city. I learned that the north side of any city of structure is considered the most important and the luckiest in Thai culture. After that, we headed for the temples. I made sure to wear a long dress and carried a sweater, since women are required to cover their knees and shoulders when entering the temples. The first temple we visited was called Wat Chiang Man. It is one of the oldest temples in the region and was used by King Mengrai (the founder of the city of Chiang Mai) as his personal residence in the 13th Century. The temple has beautiful murals that date back to the 1500s and that tell the story of King Mengrai's birth and rise to power. Behind the temple is a beautiful pagoda with elephant sculptures and a gold top. It also has a structure holding the holy documents which is surrounded by a moat and accessible only by a movable bridge. Our guide explained that some temples used to have snakes or crocodiles in the moat to make it even harder to access. Another structure houses a very old Buddha sculpture that King Mengrai brought from another region that he conquered. Our second temple stop was at Wat Chedi Luang, which dates back to the 14th Century. A small temple holds an ancient city pillar, but women aren't allowed to enter it because "they menstruate." We were able to go in the main temple, and I hung a lucky flag with my name on it. It was yellow for my day of birth (Thursday) and I signed my name next to the snake for my year of birth. The main temple is impressive, but the real draw is the chedi (pagoda that holds the Buddhist relics) behind it. It is a massive structure with elephant sculptures all the way around it and giant Buddha statues set way up high within the chedi. The site also houses an impressive reclining Buddha. Our third temple visit was to Wat Pra Singh. The site is important because it houses the most important Buddha statue in the region, the Phra Buddha Sihing. It also has an impressive golden chedi. After the third temple, our guide asked if we were "temple-d out" and the group decided to go to a very local food market instead of going to a fourth temple. The market was impressive, with stand after stand of produce, meats, baked goods, and prepared goods. I got some grilled bananas, a sweet potato, and some banana-filled pastries to take back to Daneille. When I got back, Daneille and I decided to walk to the old city so Daneille would get a chance to see it. We walked through the east gate and got lunch at a little place that was slightly off the tourist track. When we got back to the hotel it was about time to be picked up to be taken to the cooking class that we signed up for. We had some Chang (which means elephant) beers while we waited and then climbed into the back of a pick up truck that took us to a little farm within the city. It was a surprisingly beautiful spot for a cooking class and we were both really happy to find six little dogs there to greet us. The class was set under a roof open on all sides. We had a small group of five, with two guys from Slovenia and one man from Australia. Everyone was incredibly nice. We got to choose which dishes we wanted to make. I chose to make yum jin gai soup (the local spicy sour prawn soup), pad thai and khao soi. We also learned how to make Thai iced tea, which is basically like chai with both regular and condensed milk. The cooking class was a blast and I learned a lot. Our teacher was hilarious, too. After the class ended, we got a drink at Bus Bar, a bar by the riverbank near our hotel with a great view of the Iron Bridge, which changes color at night.

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letstalkkungfu · 7 years

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A few more images from my last camping trip. The caterpillar in the top left is the one that I’m pretty sure Tumblr thought wasn’t work safe but it has since changed its mind. Saskatoon Island by Grand Prairie is full of life as seen in the bottom picture here.

As I said last week I wanted to start sharing more of my thoughts on Kung Fu related topics in my blogs and so that’s what I’m going to do. The topic or question in this case is one that I think might have, or could be in the future a requirement for the black belt grading. That question is: “What kind of Black Belt do you want to be?” This question was asked a little while ago in the Sihing class and when I was asked the only thing that came to mind was literally just me with a black belt around my waist and a really proud look on my face. Obviously this isn’t a very good answer to the question, it isn’t really an answer at all so I’m going to do my best and give a proper answer to this question and see if that is what I can actually become.

When I think black belt, I picture someone calm and relaxed at all times. Someone humble and respectful to everyone and everything. Someone who doesn’t get anxious when asked to step out of their comfort zone. Someone that can adapt to the events laid out in front of them. Someone that puts purpose into everything they do. Someone that shares a little bit of wisdom when they talk. Someone that is always looking for something new to learn and for opportunities to teach. These are the main characteristics that come to mind and now that I’ve listed them, I’m not that far off on some of them. Being on the I Ho Chuan team has been moving me towards most of these traits. I’m still a pretty quiet person so it’s hard for others to get any sort of read on me. Before and coming into the I Ho Chuan I never liked to talk or perform in front of a crowd and now that we are half way through the year I am getting used to the performing part at least, I still don’t look forward to giving a speech at the banquet. Hopefully blogging will help me get used to crowd speaking or to prepare a script that’ll boost confidence and interest people enough that they won’t care if I’m in shambles on stage.

To sum up the black belt I want to be is overall chill, thoughtful, and proactive. I don’t know why I never thought about what kind of black belt I wanted to be before, it honestly seemed like that would just come to be after the promotion. Whether this has been or will be a requirement at some point I think it is an important question for students to answer for themselves at least. This is just what came to mind as what I think I should be so maybe this can help some of you answer this question.

Next camping trip is this weekend so I’ll do my best to get lots of good wildlife photos and to keep my phone on me at all times this time. Already got my next blog topic figured out and look forward to sharing my take on it, see you then.

#journal #nature #gif #big questions

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