Ehzrii-aerii - Have Courage, And Be Kind

Jessamy, Raven of the Dreaming, messenger of Lord Morpheus, his eyes and ears in other realms, bearer of hot gossip.

1389.

The Dreaming titters with the knowledge that something has happened, a new star in the sky above the throne room, burning suddenly bright.

"That's Hob Gadling," Jessamy confides to Lucienne. "Lord Morpheus' sister granted him immortality."

"Why on Earth would she do something like that?" Lucienne asks.

Jessamy ruffles her feathers. "She saw the way Lord Morpheus looked at him. He hasn't looked at something like he cared that much in centuries."

1489.

"How was—"

"Oh he's so handsome now," Jessamy gushes before Lucienne can finish her question. "And he's gotten into printing."

Lucienne looks around the already-expanding library, shifting and adjusting to suit the needs of a human populace whose relationship to the written word has changed forever. It's been like this some time.

The newest star in the throne room shines a little brighter.

1589.

"You seem—"

"He walked away from Hob," Jessamy says. She loves Lord Morpheus with all her heart, but sometimes she forgets he was never human.

"Did he do something wrong?" Lucienne asks, running a comforting finger over her head.

"He's happy," Jessamy says. "I think it was an affront."

1689.

Jessamy barrels into Lucienne's chest, trying to scrabble under her coat.

A waking world raven has no tears to shed, but part of Jessamy will always be human, and she does not wish to cry in front of an audience. Lucienne is a librarian, she's accustomed to keeping people's secrets.

"He's been alone and miserable for eighty years."

"Lord Morpheus?" Lucienne asks. "It's been much longer tha—"

"Hob!" Jessamy wails.

"Oh," Lucienne pauses. "Did he ask for—"

"He still wants to live!" Jessamy sobs.

"Ah." Unknown to Jessamy, tucked under Lucienne's coat, Lucienne smiles.

The star in the throne room blazes like a sun.

1789.

"They were attacked," Jessamy reports.

"Who were?" Mervyn, finally, has decided to catch up with the local gossip.

"Lord Morpheus and Hob Gadling," Jessamy explains, vibrating with energy. "Hob got up to defend him before I could wriggle my way out of his coat. It's so tight this century."

Lucienne smiles a knowing little smile. “Did he, now? That is interesting.”

In the throne room, Lord Morpheus watches the star.

1889.

Lucienne finds Jessamy hiding in a gap in a bookshelf, glaring out at the world with barely restrained anger.

“He walked away again. All Hob offered was friendship. He wants it. I don’t understand.”

Lucienne offers an arm, and when Jessamy accepts it, holds her close to her chest, stroking her gently.

“This is why he’s immortal,” Lucienne says wisely. “Lord Morpheus has never made a friend before. It’s a slow process.”

2022.

“I’m sorry, is there something… moving in your coat?” Hob asks, halfway through an anecdote about the first car he’d owned.

Dream clears his throat subtly. He hesitates, and then holds the coat open, to reveal the head and a strip of striking white breast of what looks, to Hob, like a very small, very strange raven.

“I thought her lost,” Dream says softly. “But found her wandering the Dreaming once it was put to rights. She has been eager to meet you for some time. I had always intended to introduce you,” he adds, clearly for the raven’s sake rather than Hob’s. “I had simply meant to ease him into the idea first.”

The raven nuzzles his cheek.

Hob’s heart swells three sizes.

"This is Jessamy," Dream says. "She has been exceptionally loyal to me." A pause. "And to you, when I have been… unkind."

Hob tilts his head. Jessamy tilts hers right back. "She's been in your coat the whole bloody time, hasn't she?"

Something Hob had never thought to see no matter how long he lived happens then. Dream blushes.

Jessamy makes a soft sound that serves as an answer, and Hob grins at her. "I like you," he says. "We can be friends too, if you like."

"I'd like that," Jessamy says.

Hob is very lucky he literally can't have a heart attack. At the same moment, there's a tap on the window. A bigger, all black raven is perched on one of the chairs next to it.

"Ah," Dream says. "It appears Matthew would also like to make your acquaintance."

Hob blinks. He looks at Jessamy. He looks at Matthew. He looks at Dream.

"How many bloody ravens do you have?"

Please, I love 2003 Donnie so much, you have no idea

This sweet, quiet cinnamon roll literally carries his whole family (And the rest of the world as a supplement)

cosmic horror (god loves you too much and keeps resurrecting you)

Here’s the thing: We know prolonged exposure to the time vortex can cause someone to become a “time lord” in that they develop the ability to regenerate. We also know that Clara and Me travel for an unknown amount of time in a TARDIS. And we know Clara’s death is a fixed point in time. Since time doesn’t unravel, we know that she at some point after her travels, she returns to face the raven and accepts her death. Because the Doctor is transported immediately following Clara’s death, we never actually see the aftermath of her death.

This leaves the possibility that when she dies by the raven, she actually regenerates!

Anyway I feel like there’s potential for fanfic, some Big Finish exploration, or even bringing a whole new actress in to play Clara in some distant future series.

Happiness Will Come To You.

Using my likes to bookmark posts....

Going to reblog them later, yes, yes

you want to talk about your aus? tell the world about swanatello coward 🔫

(ps this is your friend beannary <3)

hehehe. yeah ok.

i've never published any of it because it's all just shitty doodles, but here. this is my donniesona!

i made him just for the pun~ imagine him being a lot like regular donnie, but bitchier and with dance kid energy?

he doesn't really remember life before he was cursed to be a swan lake magical girl...?

so now he's just living his best life out in the middle of nowhere in this lake. he can LEAVE, but he has to be back at the lake before the sun rises each morning or... something bad will happen. he doesn't know what. he can just FEEL that something bad will happen. and no matter how many times he tries to test it out, he always panics too hard to see it through, much to his annoyance...