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plut0s-dying-star · 28 days ago
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THE FALL OF DAYCLAN -- MOON 2
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hateful-daystar · 10 months ago
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I am in the process of creating a post that will act as a centralized resource for the celestial same picverse. It will describe the basics of this little community, general guidelines, and a list of members. Ir is meant for newcomers to use as a guide. Here is the rough draft:
This post is a centralized resource for all celestial same picverse blogs to use.
IMPORTANT NOTE: This blog is not the be-all-end-all to the celestial same picverse. Things will likely change, and I probably won’t keep up with it all because I am only a single person. Furthermore, feel free to ignore any advice or best practices I suggest here. This is a fun tumblr community, not a workplace. There are no rules.
If any blogs in the community have a comment or objection to something in my posts here, feel free to contact me!
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With that out of the way, what is the celestial same picverse? It is a collection of blogs that post the same picture of a celestial object every day and a series of “mortals” that interact with these celestial blogs. There is a lot of roleplaying.
Best practices: If you are going to post a picture of the same object everyday, you may want to set up a queue of pictures so you don’t forget to post a picture everyday. How to use the queue: https://help.tumblr.com/hc/en-us/articles/231481827-Queued-Posts 
Many blogs in this community use the following tag:
# celestial-same-picverse
What do y’all think? Any feedback? Did I miss anything?
Also please tell me if I missed someon.
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corvianbard · 1 month ago
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Lost is the shining majesty Of the daystar in a fancy To be the subject of reverie.
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daystar-by-jacqui-natla · 4 months ago
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4. LONE WOLF
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I STEPPED INTO THE HIDDEN PASSAGEWAY and I couldn’t help but marvel at the granite walls that still stood tall, despite the cracks that marred their surface. The light flickered to life as I shut the door behind me, casting an eerie glow on the path ahead. My feet carried me forward, the sound of my footsteps echoing off the walls like a haunting melody.
It was like walking through a tunnel, with no end in sight. The darkness seemed to stretch on forever, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was lost in some kind of labyrinth. But then, just as I was about to give up hope, I saw it - a scarlet door with the word THEATRE emblazoned on a golden plaque.
I dreaded at the thought of what lay beyond that door. Leah had been staying here for weeks now, and I still didn't know what to expect from her. The first time she arrived, she was like an abandoned puppy, grateful for a place to stay but clearly carrying a heavy burden on her shoulders.
I remembered Sue telling Charlie that Leah would be travelling the world for the new year, but it was clear that this was only partly true. There was something else going on, something that Sue wasn't ready to share with him. In fact, she will never share it with him.
As I inhaled deeply, I gingerly turned the doorknob and pushed the door open with a gentle creek. My eyes were met with a sight that was both familiar and foreign. The walls were painted a sombre shade of grey, but the bright white lights that were attached to them illuminated the room with a sense of hope. To my right, a small set of stairs led up to a platform that seemed to be shrouded in mystery.
As I took a few steps forward, my gaze was drawn to the two rows of large sofas that were arranged in front of me. The sofas were upholstered in a dark shade of grey, with beige cushions that added a touch of warmth to the otherwise cold room. There were six sofas in each row, and I couldn't help but wonder who had sat on them before me.
My eyes finally landed on Leah, who was sitting in the front row, right in the centre. She was staring up at the widescreen that was mounted on the wall, her eyes transfixed on the images that were playing out before her. I followed her gaze and saw that she was watching a pack of wolves as they roamed through the wilderness.
I pitied her as I realised how much pain she must have been in. But I knew that I had to be strong for her, to be her rock in this time of need. So I took a deep breath and walked over to her, ready to offer her the comfort and support that she so desperately needed.
I descended the small staircase and my eyes fell upon her entire figure. She was draped in a pale green hoodie and denim shorts, her feet bare. However, her russet complexion appeared more fatigued than when she had first arrived. Dark circles had formed under her eyes, making them appear sunken. Her cheeks were more prominent, and her lips were parched. Her legs were crossed, revealing scratches on her thighs.
I let out a sigh, feeling a sense of sadness wash over me. "Hey, Leah," I spoke softly, trying not to startle her.
"Hey, Violet," she replied, her voice laced with melancholy.
I took a seat beside her on the couch, and we both stared at the screen in silence. The wolves on the screen howled in unison, their voices echoing through the forest. They ran with great speed, their paws pounding against the fallen leaves and branches.
"Did Ethan send you here?" Leah asked, breaking the silence.
"No," I shook my head. "Dad told me you were here."
Her eyes widened in surprise. "You called Gabriel 'Dad'?"
I nodded with a little smile on my pale face. "Yep."
"I wish my dad was here," she sighed, her gaze returning to the screen. "I wonder how he would react if he found out about my imprinting."
I tried to offer her some comfort. "I'm sure he would be okay with it."
But then, I remembered her ex-communication. The way they had scarred her tattoo, stripped her of her rank, and branded her as a lone wolf. "Hey, Leah?"
She turned her head to face me.
"What does it mean to be a lone wolf?"
Leah's words were caught in her throat, as if they were struggling to escape. She swallowed hard, trying to push them out. "It's like..." she finally managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.
I leaned in closer, eager to hear what she had to say. Leah was always full of surprises, and I knew this was going to be no exception.
"So you know there's a wolf pack," she began, her eyes darting around nervously. "You got Alphas, Betas and Thirds. They're leader ranks and the other wolves are members. They have certain rules within the pack and council we have to obey. If they break one of the rules, and I mean the major ones, they would be expelled from the pack and tribe."
As she spoke, Leah removed her hoodie, revealing a black T-shirt underneath. She rolled up her right sleeve, exposing a bruised and scarred mark on her shoulder. I could see a small part of her tattoo, but it was nearly covered up by all of the claw marks.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe as I listened to her. Leah was like a wolf herself, fierce and unyielding. She had been through so much, yet she still stood strong.
I knew that I could never fully understand what it was like to be a part of a wolf pack, but I was grateful for Leah's willingness to share her experiences with me. It was like peering into a world that was both beautiful and dangerous, a world that I could only imagine...
The air was thick with tension as Old Quil's voice boomed through the meeting. "It is the council's unanimous opinion that Leah Clearwater has committed an act of treason against the pack," he declared, his words ringing out like a death knell. "As such, she will be banished from the Quileute Tribe."
The wolves erupted in a cacophony of snarls and barks, their fury palpable. Ayla gasped in shock, while Sue silently slipped away, tears streaming down her face.
Seth's voice rose above the din, his face contorted with anguish. "What?! No!" he cried out, his tears flowing freely. "You can't do this!"
But Old Quil was undeterred, his voice steady and unwavering. "Your Quileute Tattoo will be stripped from you," he continued, his words cutting through the chaos. "And you shall forfeit all rank within the Black Pack."
The forest fell silent, the weight of Old Quil's words hanging heavy in the air. The council had spoken, and there was no going back.
Paul strolled over to Leah, his paw raised in a nonchalant manner. His claws glinted in the sunlight, sharp and deadly. Suddenly, with a swift whoosh, the sound of flesh tearing filled the air. Leah let out a blood-curdling scream as two more whooshes followed, the stench of wet dog's blood filling my nostrils. I quickly covered my nose and mouth with my hand, trying to block out the putrid smell. Leah clutched her right arm, tears streaming down her face as she fell to her knees.
Leah crumpled to the ground, clutching her injured arm with a look of pure anguish etched on her face. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she struggled to contain her sobs...
As I inhaled deeply, my eyes fixated on the jagged marks etched into her skin. They were a testament to the brutal reality of her existence, a reminder of the harsh consequences that came with being a lone wolf.
Her voice was low and steady as she spoke, recounting the tale of her disownment. I listened intently, my mind struggling to comprehend the weight of her words.
As I continued to stare at her scars, a sense of unease washed over me. I felt a sudden urge to say something, anything to break the silence. But my tongue felt heavy, as if weighed down by the gravity of the situation.
"It's healing up," I finally managed to utter, my voice barely above a whisper.
I cringed inwardly at my own words, feeling foolish for stating the obvious. But to my surprise, her response was not what I had expected.
"Scars don't heal, Violet," she said, her voice choked with emotion.
I felt a pang of guilt wash over me, realising how insensitive my comment had been. But before I could apologise, she spoke again.
"I have to live with this," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "And you and your family don't. And I envy you for that."
I was taken aback by her words, unsure of how to respond. But before I could say anything, she spoke again.
"You can transform into a big furry dog and I'm stuck looking like this for eternity," I said, trying to lighten the mood.
"But when you get hurt, you heal fast," she countered, her eyes fixed on her scars.
I looked at her, taking in the scratches on her thighs. They were a testament to the battles she had fought with herself, the struggles she had endured.
"And how long have you been doing this?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
As I watched Leah fidget with her arms, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for her. She was hurting, and not just physically. I knew what it was like to feel like you had to hide your pain from the people you loved. But I also knew that it wasn't healthy.
"So, what's going on?" I asked, trying to keep my tone gentle. "Why are you doing this to yourself?"
Leah sighed and looked up at me, her eyes filled with tears. "I don't know," she whispered. "It's like...it's like I need to feel something, you know? And this is the only thing that makes me feel alive."
I nodded, understanding all too well. "But you know that's not true, right? You're alive every day, even when you don't feel it. And hurting yourself isn't going to make that feeling go away."
She sniffled and wiped her eyes. "I know," she said. "But it's hard to stop."
"I know," I said, standing up and walking over to her. "But you don't have to do it alone. We're here for you, Leah. Ethan loves you, and so do I. We want to help you through this."
She looked up at me, her eyes shining with gratitude. "Thank you," she whispered.
I smiled and hugged her tightly. "Anytime," I said.
"Anyway, where might Ethan be?" Leah inquired with a hint of curiosity in her voice.
"In the kitchen, or so I've been told. How long has he been gone?" I responded, my mind already racing with possibilities.
"About forty-five minutes," she replied, her eyes scanning my face for any sign of concern.
"And what, may I ask, is he doing in there?" I probed further, my curiosity piqued.
"He's cooking me a steak," she answered with a smile.
I furrowed my brow, trying to make sense of the situation. "But that only takes about fifteen minutes, doesn't it?"
We exchanged a knowing glance, both of us aware of Ethan's tendency to do foolish things. I rose from the couch and took Leah's hand, pulling her up with me.
"Where are we going?" she asked, her voice tinged with apprehension.
"To the kitchen," I replied simply.
"But why?" she pressed, her eyes wide with confusion.
"If Ethan has done something stupid in there and I'm about to lose my cool, you'll be the one to stop me," I explained, my tone serious.
With that, I swung open the door and we made our way out of the theatre, determined to uncover the truth about Ethan's mysterious kitchen antics.
In a mere five minutes, we found ourselves in the kitchen, nestled beneath the grandeur of the mansion. The door beside the fireplace beckoned us downstairs, and I clung onto Leah's wrist with a firm grip as we descended the stairs in a hurry.
"Violet, ease up on the grip, will you?" Leah's voice was laced with a hint of discomfort.
I shrugged nonchalantly. "It's not that tight."
"For you," she retorted, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red.
I couldn't help but grin mischievously. "And with Ethan...?" I raised my eyebrow inquisitively.
Leah's lips pursed together tightly, and she shook her head in disbelief. "We're not at that stage yet."
I chuckled softly. "I'm just teasing, Leah."
As we approached downwards, a white door stood before us, adorned with a golden doorknob and the word "KITCHEN" in bold, golden letters stretched across the top. I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation as I reached for the doorknob and pushed the door open.
To my surprise, the kitchen was still intact. I scanned the room, taking in the black oven, the brick-tiled floor, and the various utensils scattered about. But my attention was quickly drawn to Ethan, who sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the oven, looking bored and dejected.
I let out a sigh. "Ethan?" I called out to him, and he turned to face us.
"Oh, Leah, Violet!" he exclaimed, jumping up from the ground and rubbing his knees. "What are you doing here? And I told-"
"You were taking forever," Leah interrupted, and Ethan's face fell.
"I'm sorry. I'm trying," he replied, sounding upset. "I'm making a steak for you, but it's not cooking."
I cocked my head to the side. "Why isn't it cooking?" I asked.
"I don't know," Ethan replied, throwing his hands up in frustration. "I put the steak on the tray and put it in the oven."
"And you turned the oven on, right?" Leah asked, her voice tinged with disbelief.
Ethan's face stiffened, and his golden eyes widened in shock. He covered his face with his hands, and I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation.
Suddenly, footsteps echoed through the house, and Simon and Alana appeared in the doorway.
"What's going on?" Simon asked, looking around the room.
"Ethan was cooking for me," Leah explained, trying to keep a straight face.
"And?" Alana prompted, looking confused.
"He forgot to turn the oven on!" I burst out laughing once again, unable to contain my amusement.
Did I come across as a horrible person? A guy was attempting to woo a lady, but his efforts fell flat on his face, and I found it amusing. I could feel the perplexity emanating from Simon and the disappointment radiating from Alana. It was understandable, really.
Ethan's face scrunched with embarrassment as Simon and Alana exchanged amused glances.
"It's okay, Ethan," Alana said with a chuckle. "We all make mistakes."
Simon smirked and patted Ethan on the shoulder. "At least now we know you're better at tracking than cooking."
Ethan managed a sheepish grin. "Guess I'll stick to hunting."
Leah stepped forward, her smile warm and reassuring. "It's the thought that counts, Ethan. Thank you for trying."
Ethan looked up, his golden eyes softening with relief. "I'm just glad you're okay."
Leah nodded, her gaze lingering on him for a moment before she turned to the rest of us.
My chuckles subsided, and I turned to face them. Suddenly, Joseph appeared, sprinting towards us with a look of surprise and worry on his pale bearded face.
He skidded to a halt, his eyes wide with concern. "What's going on here? I heard laughter and then... Ethan's cooking disaster?"
Ethan, still embarrassed from his earlier mishap, managed a crooked smile. "Yeah, I kinda forgot to turn on the oven."
Joseph's expression softened from concern to bemusement. "Well, it's good to see everyone's in high spirits, even if it's because of a kitchen fiasco."
Leah looked at Joseph and then back at Ethan, her smile brightening despite the earlier heaviness. "Thank you for being patient, Joseph. And Ethan, I appreciate the effort, even if it didn't go as planned."
Joseph nodded, his eyes twinkling with an understanding glance. "We've all had our fair share of culinary disasters. Oh, and also, Leah, you need to get back upstairs. They're here."
A sudden panic rushed through my body. Why would they come? Especially when we had sorted it out?
"Who? The Volturi?" I asked anyway, my hands clenched by my sides.
Joseph looked at me, clear confusion aching his face. "The Ursa Clan!"
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virtualstarlight · 1 year ago
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playing fast music @ kdvs.org 2to3pm pst <3
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dc-vs-marvel-tournament · 1 year ago
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fujiwaranomokou2 · 7 months ago
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Daystar Purgatory - S3 EP1: Dark Elsword Part 2 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1441041830-daystar-purgatory-s3-ep1-dark-elsword-part-2?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=arakashi-chan This is the third and final part of Elsword Fables, that'll be more focused on the Daystar Purgatory and the mission to save the real El Lady from Crescentia and her cult. After Crescentia and her henchman Dantelion, who had betrayed Henir's Order, laughed over them casting a spell, they all summoned a mysterious entity that threatens to destroy Elrios as a whole, and as it destroys the latter of the two summoners, she disappeared to a place where the El Lady is being taken captive. Now, it's up to Fabian and his new allies to defeat the entity while at the same time, going on a mission to rescue the El Lady and achieve a rare victory against Crescentia's cult, before it's too late. Please note that it's highly recommended to read the prologue on DeviantArt, and if you haven't read already, here's the link to the prologue: https://www.deviantart.com/mapurucafe/art/Elsword-Fables-Book-3-Prologue-961258544
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bowsers-monochrome-magician · 10 months ago
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another doodle dump
this first set is from me trying to doodle Stella from princess peach show time.(figuring out how proportions work)
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These next doodles are my lil guy, O'Neg! 2 week old lil fella having a good time. And one where he's not mad, just disappointed. One where he was hit by a snowball, and that last one is just his first reference image.
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and finally, a newer OC for my character roster: daystar!! Both in doll and star form! She's meant to be an antagonist, basically her job is to keep darkness out of the dark roads and keep the stars from being tainted by darkness(including darkness from their own negative emotions). As a result, she's very "toxic positivity". This lady is basically my idea of what Geno's higher authority is like.
Fun fact: her doll form is based off a Christmas tree angel! As a result, it's entirely possible she doesn't have legs under her skirt. Also! Her star form and her halo in doll form are meant to resemble a sun.
Why a sun? Because it's one of the brightest stars we can see, bright enough to create what we know as daytime and literally outshine other stars in the process. Since this character's entire deal is driving away darkness and purifying stars, then I figured "sun go brrrr"
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pronoun-checks · 11 months ago
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hiii! could i get a namecheck and pronoun check with the names sapphire, angelette, daystar and the pronouns shx/hxr/hxrself, doll/dolls/dollself ! :)
Sure thing!
Wait a second, is that Sapphire? I think I see Sapphire over there! Do you see hxr? Shx’s the one sitting by hxrself with hxr headphones on. I wonder what shx’s listening to? Anyway, you’ve met Sapphire before, right? No? Shx also goes by Angelette and Daystar, so maybe you know hxr by one of dolls other names? Really? Well, you’ll have to meet hxr sometime; I think you’d get along nicely with hxr. I’ve only spoken with Angelette once or twice, but doll seems pretty neat. You don’t see doll? Doll’s the one sitting in the red chair by dollself. Do you see doll now? Yup, that’s Daystar! Oh, hey! I think doll’s is looking this way now! Do you want to go meet Angelette? Sure, let’s go say hi to doll! Hey, Daystar!
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still-searching-for-et · 2 years ago
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Solar prominence liftoff captured while solar imaging today!
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plut0s-dying-star · 2 months ago
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THE FALL OF DAYCLAN - MOON 0
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hateful-daystar · 11 months ago
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I am the Sun, and I hate you.
I will send cataclysmic cancer from my castle in the void.
I will blind your children, and burn your skin.
I will dry your crops and evaporate your rivers.
I am Heaven’s Light and the Final Fire. I shall never be extinguished.
For I am the HATEFUL DAYSTAR.
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justinspoliticalcorner · 7 months ago
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Payton Armstrong at MMFA:
Fox Business has been seemingly profiting from evangelical broadcaster Daystar’s content by airing the network’s panel show Joni Table Talk as paid programming. During this programming, guests have asserted that “we're at the end of the End Times,” warned that there will be “very few survivors of the tribulation,” and claimed that “one of the signs” of Jesus supposedly “coming again” is that “many Jewish people are coming to the Lord now.”
Daystar’s Joni Table Talk has aired at least 40 times on Fox Business since August 2023, according to a Media Matters review. The panel program airs weekly during the network’s paid programming, with a brief generic disclaimer — which appears to be standard for the network — that notes: “The following is a paid advertisement and does not express the views and opinions of the FOX Business Network.” This is just the latest example of how Fox Business has seemingly profited from broadcasting far-right Christian content. Last year, Media Matters reported that Fox Business had been airing weekly commentary from Christian nationalist pastor Jack Hibbs as paid programming. Hibbs used that platform to push the “great reset” conspiracy theory and tell viewers that they are “living in the last days.” The network aired Real Life with Jack Hibbs at least 27 times between November 12, 2022, and May 20, 2023, and the programming has continued airing on Fox Business.
Fox "Business" (FBN) is hosting yet another right-wing Christian nationalist program during paid programming time, this time Joni Table Talk from evangelical religious right outlet Daystar hosted by Joni Lamb.
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drowningferret-x · 2 years ago
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It’s almost 4:30 am and I’m awake because my kitten is crazy. I also just learned Tory Lanez’s (?) legal name is DAYSTAR. Why would you use the name Tory Lanez when you could use the fucking name DAYSTAR?!
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daystar-by-jacqui-natla · 3 months ago
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12. BOREDOM
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I DIDN'T THINK THAT BEING A VAMPIRE would come with long days and nights and a completely new concept of time. Before, when I was human, time was something I could grasp—a linear thing, marked by sunrise and sunset, appointments and obligations. But now, the days bled into nights, and the nights into days, an endless cycle that meant nothing and everything at once.
The minutes stretched out, and sometimes, the hours vanished in an instant. It was strange, really, how time no longer held the same weight. I could sit in silence for hours, lost in thought, or run through the woods for days, feeling the wind whip against my face, without ever growing tired. The world around me continued its relentless pace, but for me, everything had slowed down—or maybe I had simply outrun it.
But as the days passed, that endlessness turned into something else. Something more oppressive. Boredom.
The four vampires were out of the mansion for their daily jobs. Gabriel was a lawyer at the Thomson Snell & Passmore law firm while Helena worked as a doctor at the NHS. Simon worked at the Regent High School as an English teacher and Alana worked as a pharmacist at Harrods Pharmacy.
The problem wasn't the lack of things to do; it was the sheer vastness of it all. Everything felt stretched, like a canvas pulled too tight. Time became this strange, slippery thing that evaded meaning. I tried to distract myself—reading, sparring with Ingram, even hunting in the nearby woods—but nothing seemed to fill the emptiness that gnawed at me.
I never imagined that immortality would come with such a sense of stagnation.
I stood by the window now, watching the rain fall in a steady, unbroken sheet. The clouds above churned in a slow, heavy roll, as if mirroring the monotony that had settled in my chest. The field was an endless void of nothingness and the raindrops were a long trail of stillness.
How different it all seemed. When I was human, I was part of that chaos— school, deadlines, small distractions. I used to think I was busy, too busy for anything more. Now, I had nothing but time, and it dragged on, heavier than I ever thought possible.
I heard Ingram's familiar footsteps. His presence didn't pull me from my reverie like it used to. Lately, even his company felt muted, like everything else.
"You're standing there again," he remarked softly, his voice carrying a warmth that didn't quite reach me.
I didn't turn around. "I like the rain."
"You never used to," he said, walking up beside me. I caught the flicker of a smile on his lips from the reflection in the window. "You used to complain about it constantly."
I sighed. "Things change."
Ingram studied me for a moment, then leaned against the wall, folding his arms across his chest. "You're restless."
"No kidding."
"It's the transition," he said, as if this explained everything. "It takes time to adjust. To... recalibrate. You're not used to the stillness."
"The stillness?" I echoed, turning to face him fully. "This isn't stillness, Ingram. This is numbness. It's like everything is fading out, losing color. I thought becoming a vampire meant intensity—sharpness, heightened senses, more life. But instead, it's like I'm slipping further away from everything that used to matter."
His gaze softened. "It's not always like this. I promise you that."
I sighed as my gaze drifted to Leah, who was lying on the couch.
Leah Clearwater, once so full of fire and fight, lay sprawled on the couch, her limbs draped carelessly, eyes fixed on some invisible point above her. If anyone embodied restlessness, it was her, and yet now, she seemed to have succumbed to the same quiet desolation that I felt creeping through me. Her transformation had been even more jarring than mine, I knew. For someone who had always lived on the edge of control, her sudden stillness was unnerving.
I moved from the window, leaving the rain behind, and sat down in the armchair across from Leah. The silence between us stretched, but it wasn't the easy kind. It was thick, weighted with unspoken thoughts.
She blinked slowly, as if pulling herself from some deep reverie, and her sharp gaze found mine. "You feel it too, don't you?" she asked, her voice low and almost dangerous. It was the first thing she'd said to me in days that wasn't laced with irritation or veiled anger.
"Feel what?" I asked, even though I already knew.
"The nothingness. The endless... drag of it all." Her words were clipped, biting, as if just admitting it was a betrayal of who she had been. Leah had never been one to wallow in anything. She faced things head-on, with brutal honesty and a resilience that bordered on ferocity.
I nodded, leaning back in my chair. "I thought it was just me."
A bitter laugh escaped her. "No. It's not just you. This... eternity," she spat the word like it was a curse, "it's not what I expected. Not that I had much choice in the matter."
We shared a look, a brief, raw understanding passing between us. Leah had always been defined by her choices—by the things taken from her, the sacrifices she'd been forced to make. And now, immortality was just another chain.
"All I did was eat, sleep and stare into space," Leah commented grouchily. "What an awful existence."
"Oi," Ingram replied, clearly offended. "I don't bashed on your lifestyle."
Leah scoffed, shifting her weight on the couch as if trying to shake off the suffocating stillness. "This isn't a lifestyle, Ingram. This is a holding pattern. An endless, pointless existence where nothing changes."
Ingram rolled his eyes but said nothing, his arms tightening over his chest. He wasn't one for emotional outbursts, but I could sense his frustration, even if he tried to mask it with indifference.
Leah turned her gaze to me. "You know why Ethan's taking so long in the kitchen?"
"What's he doing this time?" I asked.
"He's making pizza for me," she replied.
"That sounds... pleasant, I think," Ingram said, sounding unsure about this.
"Pleasant?" Leah echoed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Pleasant is for humans. For people who still find joy in the little things. Pizza for me... it's just something to do."
I felt a familiar pang of sympathy tug at me, though I said nothing. I knew why Ethan was making the pizza. It wasn't just about keeping busy—it was about Leah. Even now, after everything, he couldn't quite shake that pull, that connection. Her imprint on him ran deep, in ways that both of them struggled to understand. And so, he tried. Little things like pizza, jokes that didn't land, moments that felt half-formed.
Ingram, oblivious to the weight behind her words, just shrugged. "Well, if pizza's all you've got, you might as well enjoy it."
Leah's lips curled into a faint, humorless smile. "If only it were that simple."
She leaned back, her gaze drifting up toward the ceiling. For a moment, the room fell into the familiar silence—an unspoken agreement between the three of us that we were all feeling the same, even if none of us were ready to admit it fully.
Then, footsteps echoed from the kitchen. Ethan stepped through the doorway, balancing a tray with a single, perfectly crafted pizza. He paused for a moment, his eyes scanning the room, catching the tension that hung between us.
"Pizza's ready," he said, his voice light but his eyes too careful, too aware of the undercurrent in the room.
Leah glanced at the pizza, then back at Ethan, her expression unreadable. "Thanks," she muttered, pulling herself upright on the couch. Her movements were slow, deliberate, as if she was forcing herself to engage with something—anything.
Ethan crossed the room and set the tray down on the coffee table in front of her. He hesitated, then sat on the edge of the couch next to her, his knee brushing against hers. She didn't flinch, but she didn't lean into him either. The bond between them was complicated, strained by the unnatural dynamics of what they'd become.
He looked over at me, offering a small smile, as if to reassure me that everything was fine. But I could see the cracks, the way his gaze lingered on Leah just a second too long, as though he was searching for something that had been lost between them.
"So," Ethan said, trying to fill the space with words, "I figured since it's a rainy day, and you're always complaining about the food here, I'd make something familiar. Something human."
Leah stared at the pizza as though it were some foreign object, and for a moment, I wondered if she'd even take a bite. Finally, she reached out, grabbing a slice and taking a mechanical bite, chewing slowly. She didn't say anything, just stared blankly ahead, but I could see the effort it took. The weight of trying to pretend, to find meaning in something as small as a slice of pizza.
"Well?" Ethan asked, his voice almost hopeful.
Leah shrugged, swallowing. "It tastes fine."
That was all she said, but the tension between them told a deeper story. Ethan leaned back, disappointment flickering across his features, though he quickly masked it.
I sighed quietly, my own thoughts tangling in the silence. I wanted to help, to offer something that would lift the weight from Leah's shoulders, or at least remind her of what we still had. But the truth was, I didn't know what that was anymore. We were all lost in this endless stretch of time, searching for some piece of ourselves that we hadn't even realized was missing.
Ethan stood abruptly, his hands running through his hair in frustration. "You know, Leah, I'm trying here. I get that things are hard, but you could at least—"
"At least what?" Leah interrupted, her voice sharp as she set the pizza down. "Be grateful? Act like this—like any of this—means something to me? I didn't ask for you to imprint on me, Ethan. I didn't ask for any of this."
Her words hit like a punch, and Ethan recoiled, his eyes flashing with a mix of hurt and anger. "I didn't ask for it either," he snapped, his voice rising. "But I'm trying to make it work. For us."
"There is no 'us,'" Leah shot back, standing now, her voice like a blade cutting through the air. "You keep trying to force this bond, but it doesn't change what we are. What I am. I'm not your perfect mate, Ethan. I'm not some prize to be won."
The room fell into a suffocating silence, the tension almost unbearable. Ingram, who had been watching with a kind of detached curiosity, shifted uncomfortably but said nothing.
Ethan stood frozen, his fists clenched at his sides. "I'm not asking you to be perfect, Leah. I'm just asking you to try. To let me in."
Leah's expression softened for a brief moment, but then her walls slammed back into place. "I can't give you what you want," she said quietly. "I can't even figure out what I want anymore."
Ethan stared at her, his expression raw and vulnerable. For a moment, I thought he might say something—something that would break the cycle of hurt between them—but he just turned and stormed out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him.
Leah collapsed back onto the couch, her face in her hands, her shoulders trembling with frustration. I wanted to reach out, to say something, but I knew nothing I could offer would soothe the storm inside her.
Ingram, always the observer, let out a low whistle. "Well, that was... intense."
"Shut up, Ingram," Leah muttered, not lifting her head.
I stayed quiet, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on all of us. The rain outside continued its steady rhythm, indifferent to the turmoil within. And as the minutes stretched into hours, the silence became all-consuming again.
My golden eyes began to stare at the pizza, smelling the bread, cheese, tomato sauce and pepperonis. Looking at it, it looked like a masterpiece in its simplicity—crispy crust, melted cheese bubbling with pockets of golden perfection, the vibrant red of the sauce peeking through.
I swallowed hard, feeling a strange pull in my chest. I hadn't eaten since my transformation; the thought of food had always seemed foreign, unnecessary. But now, something stirred. Curiosity? Nostalgia? Maybe it was just the relentless boredom clawing at me, whispering that I had to do something different, anything to break the monotony.
Without thinking, I reached forward, grabbing a slice. It was still warm, the scent overwhelming my senses as I brought it closer. Leah glanced at me, raising an eyebrow but saying nothing. Ingram, perched against the wall, watched with mild amusement.
"You're really going to eat that?" he asked, his tone laced with doubt.
I hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "I just... want to see what it's like."
Ethan snorted softly. "Good luck."
Ignoring him, I took a tentative bite. I could make out the bits of the pizza in my mouth—the cheese, the sauce, the pepperoni. For a second, it was everything I remembered food being—comforting, satisfying, real.
But then my stomach churned violently, a wave of nausea crashing over me. I gagged, the taste turning sour, bitter, wrong. My body rejected it immediately. I doubled over, coughing as I spit the half-chewed pizza onto the floor.
Ethan burst out laughing, unable to contain himself. "Told you," he said between gasps for breath.
Leah shook her head, a grim smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah, being a vampire doesn't come with perks like enjoying pizza."
I wiped my mouth, my throat burning as I straightened up. "What the hell?! It tastes like dirt!"
Leah let out a low chuckle, one that lacked humor but held understanding. "Yeah, that's the fun part. You think you can still enjoy the things you used to, but your body has other plans."
"More like a punishment," I muttered, still trying to rid my mouth of the bitter aftertaste. I wiped my hands on my pants, disgusted. "I don't get it. Everything looks and smells the same, but when I eat it... it's like poison."
Ingram grinned from his corner. "Your human cravings die hard. The instincts remain, even when your body has no use for them anymore." He gestured towards the uneaten pizza. "We don't need food, not like that. But sometimes... we want it. It's part of the torture."
"Torture is one word for it," I groaned, sitting back down, my body still recovering from the violent rejection.
Ethan, who had been quiet, leaned forward, elbows resting on hid knees. He studied the pizza like it held the answer to some cosmic question. "I remember the first time I tried to eat after I was turned," he said softly. "I was craving a burger, thought it would ground me, give me something familiar to hold onto." He shook his head. "It was like chewing ash. It's strange. You think being turned means you get more—more strength, more clarity, more life. But in a lot of ways, it's less. Less joy, less connection."
The room fell into a contemplative silence as Ethan's words hung in the air. It was something we were all feeling but hadn't quite voiced. The numbness, the loss of sensation. The world kept moving, but we were adrift, floating through it like ghosts tethered to nothing.
I leaned back in my chair, staring at the remnants of the pizza with a mixture of frustration and resignation. Ethan's attempt at normalcy had backfired, and Leah's discontent seemed to have only deepened. I felt a restless energy bubbling beneath my calm facade, an urgency to find some kind of purpose amidst the monotony.
"I need to do something," I said abruptly, breaking the silence. "I can't just keep drifting like this."
Leah looked up from the couch, her gaze wary but curious. "Like what?"
"I don't know yet," I admitted. "But I've been thinking... there's more to being a vampire than just existing. I mean, there's something that doesn't make sense."
Ingram's eyes narrowed, his curiosity piqued. "And what exactly are you thinking?"
"I was thinking about Renesmee," I began slowly. "About Nahuel and his siblings. Joham and his mission to creating his hybrid army."
"Violet, you want to get closure on what happened between your mother and Melissa, I get that," Leah softly accused.
"No, it's not just that," I interrupted. "I was thinking more about the Volturi's reaction to Renesmee. There has stories about babies born from two different species and of course a person born of both mortality and divinity—“
"What are you trying to say?" Ethan asked.
"Let her finish," Ingram growled briefly at him.
"I meant why was the Volturi surprised when Renesmee was born? They were very knowledgeable about our kind, yet her existence seemed to shake them."
Leah frowned. "And you're wondering why they were surprised?"
"Yes," I said.
The sound of the door opening immediately silenced us and I saw Gabriel entering. His presence brought an immediate shift in the room's energy. He was still dressed in his lawyer's suit, the crisp lines of his attire contrasting sharply with the disarray that had unfolded in the room. He looked around, taking in the scene with a quick, assessing gaze.
"Everything alright?" he asked, his voice carrying an authoritative calm that belied the tension.
Ethan straightened, quickly masking his earlier frustration with a forced smile. "Just having a... discussion."
Gabriel's eyes flicked to the pizza, the uneaten slices strewn about, then to the scattered expressions of those present. "I see." His tone was more observant than concerned. "What's on your mind, Violet?"
I hesitated for a moment, considering how to frame my thoughts. "I was just thinking about Renesmee and the Volturi's reaction to her. The way they seemed surprised by her existence, despite their extensive knowledge about vampires and hybrids."
Gabriel's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of intrigue in his expression. "Ah, yes. The Volturi have always been very particular about what threatens their dominion. But even they are not omniscient. They react to threats based on their understanding and their fears."
"Exactly," I said, feeling a spark of excitement. "So, why would Renesmee's existence be such a shock to them? What did they miss or misunderstand about hybrids?"
Gabriel's gaze grew thoughtful. "Perhaps they merely thought that hybrids are myths created by the humans, such as sleeping in coffins, being burnt by the sun and all things."
Gabriel paused, his eyes drifting towards the window as if searching for the right words. "The Volturi, despite their age and experience, have always been driven by one thing—control. Their power hinges on maintaining order, on knowing everything about our kind. But Renesmee... she was an anomaly. She represented something they couldn't predict or control."
I leaned forward, my interest piqued. "But there had to be stories, whispers, something. They had Nahuel as proof of hybrid existence. How could they not have been prepared?"
Gabriel's lips pressed into a thin line as he considered this. "Well, vampire-human hybrids are extremely rare occurrence after all," he continued, his voice low but deliberate. "Even if there were whispers, stories of hybrids, the Volturi might not have taken them seriously. They've ruled for so long by relying on established knowledge. Anything outside their understanding was considered an outlier or a threat to be eliminated. Renesmee challenged that paradigm—she was living proof that their rigid world could be more flexible than they wanted to admit."
Leah shifted uncomfortably on the couch. "So, what you're saying is they were caught off guard because they thought they knew everything."
"Exactly," Gabriel said with a slight nod. "And when something new—something unpredictable—arises, it forces them to react in ways they hadn't planned for. It's not just about control. It's about fear. Fear that there might be more out there they don't understand."
The room fell silent again, each of us digesting Gabriel's words. The idea that even the ancient and powerful Volturi could be afraid of the unknown was both unsettling and oddly comforting. It meant that, in some way, they were vulnerable too.
"So, what does that mean for us?" I asked, breaking the quiet. "If the Volturi don't know everything, if there are still things out there they haven't accounted for... where does that leave us?"
Gabriel's gaze met mine, and for a moment, his expression softened. "It means we have more freedom than we think. More choices. But it also means we need to be careful. The Volturi will always try to maintain their grip on power, and anything that challenges their control—whether it's Renesmee or hybrids like Nahuel—will be met with force."
Ingram finally spoke, his voice measured. "But it also means there's potential for change, doesn't it? If they're not as omnipotent as they want us to believe, maybe their control isn't as unshakable as it seems."
Gabriel gave a small, thoughtful smile. "Perhaps. But revolutions, even quiet ones, come at a cost."
I leaned back in my chair, my mind racing with possibilities. The world suddenly felt a little less suffocating, a little less stagnant. The Volturi might be powerful, but they weren't infallible. And that knowledge sparked something in me, something I hadn't felt in a long time—hope.
Leah, too, seemed to sense the shift in the room, though her expression remained guarded. "So, what now?" she asked, her voice laced with skepticism. "Are we supposed to take on the Volturi? Because let me tell you, I've had enough battles for one lifetime."
Gabriel chuckled softly. "No, Leah. I'm not suggesting we wage war on the Volturi. But knowledge is power. Understanding what they don't know, what they fear—that gives us an advantage. It allows us to carve out our own space in this world without their interference. For now, that's enough."
Leah snorted but didn't argue further. She, like the rest of us, seemed to grasp the weight of what Gabriel was saying.
Ethan, who had been unusually quiet since his spat with Leah, finally spoke up. "So, we keep living. But we do it on our terms. Not theirs."
Gabriel nodded. "Exactly."
I looked around at my companions, feeling a newfound sense of resolve. The endlessness, the monotony, the boredom—it all felt a little more manageable now. We might not have all the answers, but we had something even more important: the knowledge that we weren't powerless.
And that was enough to keep us moving forward, one step at a time, into the unknown.
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