Ren didn’t want to tell anyone that the Gigapies’ filling was red now, dripping out of the crust, too fluid to be cherry filling. He didn’t want to tell anyone that when he looked up at his right hand man, his kingmaker, from across the long table that might as well extended forever, Bdubs’ eyes were too big, and his smile stretched beyond the limits of his lips, cracking the sides of his face.
There were whispers with every step he took on the cobblestone floor of the crastle, and Ren could swear the heartbeat of the warden in the basement was louder then normal. And he was losing time, or his mind. Or both. The crown lay as heavy as an anvil on his brow. And he was afraid.
“Are you quite all right, my king?”
Ren was in the meeting room. He wasn’t quite sure how he got there. His head felt quite heavy.
“Yes, yes. Let them in.” He waved his hand. Bdubs bowed the knights in, and they settled themselves around the square table. Ren cleared his throat, as he assumed he should do, and they all went quiet. As they should.
Ren began to speak, hoping the words he said made some semblance of sense. He couldn’t hear his speech, whatever plan he’d thought up, because he couldn’t tear his gaze away from them. The knights of the square table, his knights. Every single one had changed, and were terrifying.
Joe Hills had eons in his eyes, two endless pits of starry sky, achingly similar to the stuff within end gateways. He watched Ren with an intensity that made him go cold, with those eyes that Ren was falling, falling, falling into.
Cleo was rotting, and while it was true that she was always rotting, now chunks of her were falling onto the table as she talked, as she sneered at him. There was grey bone that held her upright like the stakes of tents.
Scar was perfect if you didn’t look beyond a glance. Perfect hair, rippling abs, smooth voice. But when eyes lingered, Ren could see that Scar’s mouth stretched too wide, the corners ending somewhere around his ears. His hands dripped blood, smearing on the table and down the end of the arrow fitted in his bow. The blood tip-tapped wetly onto the floor.
Iskall’s face had always been defined by the green covering he wore over one eye. But the covering was gone, and all that remained was a gaping black hole that sunk into his face. And from that hole was something trying to get out. Hairy, spindly spider’s legs that waved vaguely. Iskall brushed back his hair, and for a moment, his fingers intertwined with the spider legs like lovers would.
Cub had on the ridiculous dragon head, huge and taking up an absurd amount of table space. It would have been a welcome reprieve from the nightmarish beings around the table, but Ren couldn’t stop looking at Cub’s hands, Cub’s very normal hands that were fidgeting with the potion bottles, all sorts of bottles that Ren knew, oh god he just knew, that Cub was going to throw at him Cub was going to kill him Cub was going to take the crown-
The meeting room was empty. But the voices of his knights were still with him. And they spoke with venom-spiked swords.
“Pathetic.”
“Weak-willed.”
“He should be put down like the dog he is.”
“I deserve this crown”
He was sitting on his throne.
He couldn’t remember how he got there, but the netherite was cold under the arms that rested upon it.
“What was that, my lord?” Bdubs was sitting in his smaller throne, and looked over.
“I deserve this… I am king, right?”
“Of course you deserve to be king. There is no one better to grace this crastle.” Bdubs assured him. He went to stand before Ren. “Are you sure you’re alright, my king?”
And how Ren wished he could say he was okay, sneer and demand for something, anything. But Bdubs was standing before him, and he was no man. Silvery white branches were beginning to wrap themselves over his skin, strangling his arms and legs and neck. And the whispers, whispers that were coming from Bdubs, even though he was not speaking through that too-wide smile.
Who are you, but a puppet?
We give you the power.
You are just our toy.
Ren was silent. He couldn’t say anything at all, for he was the king, the man with the power.
Well, he was, wasn’t he?
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September 30, 2022 - The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon
Our talented Fanny Brice was wearing this beautiful Michael Kors sequined gown (wrong picture, Lea's dress is a custom version) and paired her outfit with black and silver diamond drop earrings and diamonds rings from Eeffy jewelry.
Worn with: Jimmy Choo heels
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worked the last of my 3 last night. came home and slept till 1230.
it was actually cold outside this morning which was really nice. i forgot what it was like to be cold without having the ac going lol it was 65F when i left work but now it’s 4PM so it’s 82F i’m hoping it’ll be lower temps again in the morning
doing laundry and cleaning my room today. gonna read some of Shadows of Self. i’m also gonna get on discord tonight with my cousin and she’s gonna help me get my dnd character set up i’m excited and nervous lol
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