#the night heven fell

[seduccionarte]

Brigitte Bardot, durante el rodaje de "Los joyeros del claro de luna" (The Night Heaven Fell -Les bijoutiers du clair de lune-) dirigida por Roger Vadim en 1957

[journeythroughlifesblog]

'Royal loss' au chapter 3. (part one)

As he said, he did. The monkey king searched all the kingdoms for his son. But first he went to the land of the dead. He hoped that his beloved's soul would be there, but in vain. Liuer's soul was not there. Then where was his beloved? After all, the soul cannot be destroyed, or can it be? the king thought. There was no point in staying in the land of death any longer, so he went back to the mountain, which had remained as it was when he came back from that damn battle with DBK. The forest was half destroyed. The scent of the warrior's blood still lingered in the cave. The king, after visiting the land of the dead, decided to bury the corpse of his beloved. In their special place upstairs. It was a special place because you could see all sides of the world from there, and in the evenings they watched the night sky there, but that's not all, this is where the monkey king proposed to his warrior. It was one of the most beautiful moments in his life. The king buried the body. He erected a tombstone and decorated it with flowers to please his warrior. He knelt before the grave. ''Hey Luer. I was in mortal land today.. where have you gone?'' A tear rolled down his face. ''But you know what our son must live because his soul wasn't there either, but you died and you weren't there either, I don't like it. But then I will find you both.'' New tears flowed and fell on the warrior's grave. The king came to his beloved every day telling what he had done.

Back to the search. Wukong searched the heven. He burst into the emperor's palace with fury in his eyes, demanding an explanation.

“Sun Wukong, what brings you here?” asked the emperor.

"Oh, you know what's going on," replied the king furiously.

"No, I don't know what you mean this time." The Emperor replied confused.

''It's because of you that I lost my family!! If you don't give them back to me right now, I swear I'll tear the whole damn land apart!!''

''Sun Wukong, how dare you threaten us! We had nothing to do with your family. We didn't even know you lost them...

"If I hadn't gone to fight DBK for you then, I would have saved them." ""So I ask you again what did you do?" Their deadly stares met.

"And I tell you again that heaven had nothing to do with it." The annoyed emperor recounted. Wukong glared at him again, turned around, but before leaving he said: "But if you're lying.. then you know what I am and what will happen to heaven and beyond" and left the palace. Outside, he sent a group of clones to search the entire heven. He did go back upstairs. He locked himself in the hut and began jotting down a plan of action. Names of demons who would be willing to hurt his family for his sins. He put cards everywhere. Piles of notes were scattered around the rooms. Except for one. The room where he slept with his family. He locked it and swore that he would not open it until he found his son and found out what happened to Liuer's soul. He sent his monkeys out to search the forest and around the mountain. Months passed before all of the heavenly realm had not been checked, but even if it had been, the king was sending new colonies to check again. Every day he got a report from the scouts. Hope faded every day. He stopped searching the heavenly realm and focused on the mortal realm. But it must be admitted that he lacked strength. The king was sinking deeper and deeper into despair. He sent clones around the world. The days passed slowly and monotonously. The king has lost track of time. He didn't realize how long he was searching, but it didn't matter to Wukong. He wanted to find Liuer's son and soul. Monkey King usually didn't leave the cabin. He pored over his notes. Maybe he missed something very obvious. He was going through piles of notes. His subjects began to worry about their king, whom they rarely saw. Wukong, if he didn't spend time in the hut, he spent time at the grave of his beloved. He tidied plants, arranged flowers, talked. Even though he was alone, he felt that Liuer was with him. The next days passed, or maybe years? The king began to feel that he would never see his loved ones. He was in complete mental breakdown. He barely ate. He neglected himself. He was wearing threadbare clothes that had been worn over the years. His flock could not watch their king weaken. He even stopped sending clones. Searched everything and nothing.

[pyre-of-gore]

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MAKING EVERYMOGHERFUCKER TURN FELL FROM HEVEN NO IT DIDINT HURT BEEP BEEP BEST NIGHT UR LIFE GET IN LOSER 4 THE JOYRIDE

[libidomechanica]

“And three Ragusan vessel was sheep”

Lilies shining sun, there is dear.     One by. Many people in luve wi’ the Bowl did I dreams,     whither settled long blade of the thro’ the lasse of seven     commend the sunflower-

loving, till in use. Than sadden     herald Hesperus away; t was but chiefe care, a sigh     frorne I feel that which some loss of globed peonies; or     if I fled together,

come to you, to you, and serene,     but doth fall their needle brows! But many woes,—It is a     wond’rous though I have hearts, have I loue? With wormes, his face     fronting crew; tis not

intoxication. To fill, and many     a mysterical: their powers, singing a dead burthen’d     half bare, a Muezzín from a certain wheelings, shall her     soft the famish’d nations

leaues the world of wild wood, ye’re like     a pinnace, he had river, clear; tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! And to     blow, althoughtless like rabbits, wolf’s-bane, tight who knows them, poor     weakness! And silver fee,

than changed is going hogs, yet     rapidly, she rosy sky, we drank him up, a second of     words repeats itself I cried—who is awful pair had made     his course, pass’d, and this

dubious sun, the water youry     Luyts and over-spangled— what tongue, and after long ere are     dabbled on looks the golden Grain, he quick despair’d flaws in     forgate all alive and

love, and have done to Solitude,     and shift our one of these hopes from coste, can soothe three of laws;     but like a lake. Shame and fair desire; how Holland, and     all dayly-vexing quiet,

turtles passion pull away     I can’t standing a patriot to lie, sans Wine you many     swine, where young and quickly to alight? Where than other     Inspiration commands

untumble Paean, upon the     only in me. The fields wherein I longd the lark has power;     mild, born a town,—a precision. None another—all     was it were slain by thy

feet were so in the Realm of Yún,     and of Honour melancholly wrecks. Letters from that’s rather     haffet locks, E for presently round, not the honor     the Tree! Four arms fit you

would watch’d it three were fore-knowledge     we ne’er there you would that in hevene a-bove; for fifty     tons of our years old who the cargo, and then unharm’d,     carrying heart to cloke. His

own the morning that beat! Were setting     dose o’erpowering warm me where for it with ocean,     like a heave him back in the drew out his words have golden     eye wherein he fell,

immortality o’er the towery     spacious appetite in thy spirits. Not till nights the     Porter’s Shop I stood howling art that some other, and wild-     boars routing the Wise to

thee, and refusing and his dreaming.     If I court, and it posterity fame, who begun     to quit this behalf. A bird report. Found Quiet thee for     her love and strawberry,

or swears that fills they were such too     great; against the sun’s ray, a miser filling, and Smith was     born idiot lyre; take they would I hurt her? And three     Ragusan vessel was sheep.

[avengerscompound]

The Tower: The Queen of Asgard - 13

The Tower: The Queen of Asgard An Avengers Fanfic

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Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 1832

Warnings: just some sexual innuendo

Synopsis: The twins are now three and while the Avengers know that Clint and Thor are the biological father’s none of them know or care which blond, blue-eyed baby is related to which man.  When Riley gets the power to control wind and it becomes evident that she is the heir to the Asgardian throne, Elly, Steve, Thor, and Tony take the twins to Asgard to train her.

Not every Asgardian is happy with their king’s choice of consort, nor the impurity of the heir’s blood.  While others expect Thor to make things more official.  What’s clear is, the role of Queen of Asgard is not easily filled.

Author’s Note: Written with the human pin-cushion @fanficwriter013​

Chapter 13: Keeping Safe

The next morning I woke still nestled in between Tony and Steve but Thor was nowhere to be seen.  I managed to wriggle out from in between them, and as soon as I was clear they moved toward each other, obviously not ready to wake yet.  I used the bathroom and then went into the living room to find Thor working at a desk.  Volstagg was guarding the door to the children’s room.

“Good morning,”  Thor said looking up.  “Glad to see you’ve joined the land of the living.”

“Are the kids okay?  One of them normally wakes the other and they come and get us.”  I asked.

“Still asleep,” Thor said.  “I checked on them.”

“Do you need help with anything?”  I asked.

“I would appreciate your insight on this scheduling.  There are so few I trust here, making sure the warriors get the rest they need and having everyone guarded is difficult.”  Thor said.

I came over and sat down in his lap and he put one hand on my thigh, tightening it for a moment before just letting his hand relax.  “I’d prefer that you stay with me.  I think that will be the best way to keep you safe.  I’d like at least two people with the children at any time.”  He said.  “I know that Steve can handle himself, so I am not too concerned about him.”

“And Tony?”  I asked.

“I don’t want to say he can’t handle himself.  I know he has the suit…”  Thor said.

“But you’re aware of his fragile mortality?”  I said.

He nodded and put his chin on my shoulder.

“Well, he’s going to want to go to the lab and work on the bots now.  That’s for sure.  Would you trust Tony and Steve alone together?”

“Perhaps.  I think together they should be strong enough to at least hold out a fight long enough for Loki and I to get there.”  Thor said.

“Well, what if Steve and Tony stick together.  And I’m with you.  Then the warriors and Loki can rotate keeping the kids safe.”   I suggest.  “Then when the bots are done there’s extra security on everyone.  Plus the others will be here soon enough.”

“I can make that work,”  Thor said with a nod.  He filled out the timetable and began to write a letter.  I couldn’t understand anything he wrote though as he was writing in what looked like runes.

“I should go and dress for the day if I’m tailing you around,”  I said.  “You could always have either you or Loki with the kids at all times too.  So if you put down when you’re needed to do things elsewhere, Loki can be with the kids.  He won’t mind even with the warpath he’s on.  He loves spending time when Pietro.”

“He does love that little boy,”  Thor said.

“He does.”  I agreed.  “I wonder what that is exactly about?  I’d put it down to the fact he loves books so much.  But remember when he came to meet them?  They were still all floppy and only just learning to roll over.   Even then he wanted to hold Pietro first despite the fact we said he was the one that was more likely to cry.”

Thor shook his head.  “Maybe he always suspected Pietro wasn’t mine biologically and therefore not the heir to the throne.”

I nodded slowly, mulling the hypothesis over.  “Could be.  Perhaps he wanted to make sure he always felt worthy the way he didn’t feel that.”

“It’s hard to say,” Thor said.  “If I understood the inner workings of my brother better, we wouldn’t have the trouble we do.”

I went to stand and he took my hand and looked up at me.  “How are you feeling this morning?  I feel like I ought to check in on you.”

I smiled down at him.  “Better.  Sleep helped.  It was dreamless too.  So that’s good.  I’m obviously still anxious, but so are you.  That’s not going to go away until this is all put to rest.”

He kissed the back of my hand.  “We will get to the bottom of this.”

I kissed him gently and went and bathed.  I changed into a less formal looking Asgardian dress than I had last night.  Though saying that, it was still far more elaborate and formal than I normally dressed.  The dress was gold with black thread work through it and wrapped around me.  Over the top, I wore a blue and black cloak.

When I came back out to the living room Steve and Tony were both up as were the kids.  Pietro was sitting in Thor’s lap drawing on some paper as Thor continued to work, while Riley tore around the room.

“Mommy!”  Riley squealed and slammed into my legs.

“My goodness, you are so hyped lately,” I said, crouching down and cuddling her.

“That might be her connection with Asgard and her newly obtained powers,” Thor said.

I nodded and moved to the couch.  “Sounds reasonable.”

The door open and Loki stalked in.  “Surprise brother.  Apparently, we have more siblings.”

Thor looked up startled and Pietro reached for Loki.  “We what?”

Loki took Pietro from Thor and the little boy snuggled into his uncle’s chest.  “I do not know who this woman is.  But she seems to be an envoy from the kingdom of Heven.  Before either of us were born our parents had two other children.  First was a son named Aldriff.  Back then Asgard was waging war everywhere.  Aldriff was killed by a spy from Heven as an infant.  Next was a daughter.  I have been unable to find anything else except word that she existed.  It’s like every record pertaining to her has been erased.”  Loki explained.  “This new faction is claiming that Aldriff was never killed but taken and raised in Heven to one day take the throne here.  Much like our parents did with me, intending I return and take the throne on Jotunheim.”

“If our brother is a worthy ruler, I’d gladly give him the throne.  Why all the subterfuge and violence?  We have no quarrel with Heven.”  Thor said.

“Wait… just back up a second.”  Tony interrupted.  “There’s a Heaven?”

“Of course, Tony,” Thor said while Loki rolled his eyes.  “These myths you have on Earth usually have an origin elsewhere.”

“Well, regardless, it looks like Heven may have been holding on to some past anger and plan to put their own puppet on the throne,” Loki said, turning the conversation back on track.  “There may be descent in your council.  I will continue to look into it.  If we can smother that it should crush any further attacks.  Heven is not strong enough on its own to take us.  It needs the support of the people.”

“And you’re sure our guest is of Heven?  Aren’t they usually possessing wings?”  Thor asked.

“I don’t know what to tell you, brother.  This is all I know so far.”  Loki said with a shrug.

There was a knock on the door and Fandral lead in the same chef from last night along with some others who were all wheeling trays of food.

“Yay!”  Riley squealed, running over to the carts.  “You maded yummy food.”

“I did, little princess.”  The chef said.

“Fank you.”  She said, looking up at him and bouncing on her feet.

The chef picked up a plate and turned crouching down and offering it to her.  “Made special for the princess.”

She clapped her hands and a breeze picked up. “Fank you.”  She took the plate and then very slowly and carefully carried it to the table.

“You are most welcome.”  He said.  “I’ve made something else for the little boy if he’d like it.”

Loki brought Pietro over and took the plate.  He tasted something and looked down at Pietro.  “You can eat it.”  He said.

“Fank you,”  Pietro said, looking over the food and then carefully sampling some, exactly as Loki had just done.  Meanwhile, Riley had made a complete mess with her food already.

“I’ve taken some liberties with the cuisine to try and make it more to your tastes.”  The chef said.  “I hope you enjoy.”

“Thank you so much,”  I said.

“Is yummy!”  Riley added, enthusiastically.

“This is the highest of praise.”  The chef said.  “Thank you, princess.”  He bowed and left the room followed by his staff.

“Winning hearts there, Rie?”  Tony asked and she grinned up at him, her face completely covered in food.  He came over and began looking over the carts as I helped myself to a selection of things.  “So, what’s on the menu this morning?  You know, aside from -”  He made an obscene gesture and I hit him.

“Tony!  The kids.”  I yelped.

“Uh-huh,”  Tony teased.  “You know you want it.”

I rolled my eyes and took a seat at the table.  “Riley, please use your fork.”  I sighed.

She scrunched her nose and picked up her fork.  She stabbed her food with the fork and then took it off the fork with her hand before putting it in her mouth.

Steve chuckled.  “That’s not how you do that, Riley.”  He said.

“I use dem.”  She said defensively.

“You put the food on the fork and then the fork in your mouth.”  He instructed.

She attempted to do as he said but the food fell off her fork and spilled down her dress.  Steve chuckled and sat down, putting her on his lap and helping her eat.

After we’d eaten the kids got cleaned up and we prepared to split into our respective groups.

“Alright.  The children are mine now.”  Loki said.

“Who’s staying with you?”  I asked.

“That would be me, my lady,” Fandral said, making a large sweeping bow.  Loki looked at him with an expression of complete boredom on his face.  “The lord Loki appears very excited to have me.  That’s okay.  We shall have fun.  Shan't we, your majesty?”  He said kneeling in front of Riley.

She did a wobbly curtsy and patted his cheeks.  “I’m majesty.”

“Where do we want to go, children?”  Loki asked.

“Wibwawy,”  Pietro answered quickly.

“No…”  Riley whined.  “Is borwing.”

“Let us compromise.  First, we shall spend time in the library and then we shall do something Riley would like to do.”  Loki said.

Riley scrunched her nose.  “It's okay, your majesty.  I'll be there.  We can make it fun together.  Annoy your uncle Loki.” Fandral said.  He offered her his hand and she took it.

“Alright, kiddos. You stay with Loki and Fandral.  No wandering off and no talking to strangers.”  I said as Loki and Fandral headed to the door with them.

“Subtle, Elise.”  Loki teased as the twins called out ‘bye-bye’.

After they were gone Hogun led Tony and Steve down to the lab and Thor took me along to a meeting with his advisors and I got to see exactly what being the King of Asgard actually meant.

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[ts-virgil-angst]

15, either Princey or Patton to Virgil? xo

TW: I’m not reallysure if there is one but as always hmu if there is

Word Count: 397

Prompt: It’s okay to cry, my love.

Notes: human au;patton is a single dad; platonic moxiety

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Movie nights were Patton favorite night. Notbecause he got to see what his son was interested in every week, but becauseVirgil looked so cute as he tried to stay awake through it all.

This week he had chosen his favorite Disneymovie: Black Cauldron. Although he loved it, his eyes were drooping steadilyclosed. When his head hit Patton’s arm, he couldn’t help but smile proudly. He lovedhis son with all his heart and wished he could have spent more time with him.

As a single parent he spent a great deal ofhis time working. He tried to find a job that paid well and allowed him to getoff midafternoon, but his options were limited. Job that offered those hourswere part time and the pay wasn’t what he needed it to be. As a result, Virgilwas often left home alone for hours, waiting for his dad to get home.

Thinking about his son all alone, waiting forhim, broke his heart.

“Daddy?” Virgil’s voice shook Patton from histhoughts. “Daddy?” Eyes still shut tight, Virgil called for Patton as if hewasn’t there with him.

“Virgil?” His small body started as he openedhis eyes. Tears fell as he tried to hide his face. “Oh, my God. Virgil are youokay? Did something happen? It’s okay, you can tell me anything, my love.”

Virgil sniffled once before furiously wipinghis sleeve against his cheeks. “It’s stupid, but I miss you, daddy. You’renever home that much. When you are, I fall asleep so early and it…it feels likeyou’ve gone away again.” He started wiping his face again as the tears startedcoming again. “I miss you so much.”

Patton gently pulled Virgil into his lap,wrapping his arms tighter around his child, his life. “I miss you, too, Virgil.I miss you every morning when I get up for work. I miss you every day as I loadthose trucks. I miss you on my drive home, knowing that there was no one tohelp you with your homework.

“It’sokay to cry, my love. Your feelings aren’t stupid.” Patton help Virgil closeto him, rocking like he used to do when Virgil was plagued by night terrors.

Patton didn’t let go until they had bothfallen asleep, tears staining their cheeks and hearts full of love and guilt.

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[soopranatural]

Soon you’ll grow tired

Summary: Dean is a ladies man, and you don't know if you're enough for him. You're nothing special, after all.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: ANGST, FEELS, self-hate, feelings of worthlessness. Dean making us all cry (I wrote another pain thing because I'm trash)

Words: 1128

A/N: A friend once told me that she was tired of empty assurances. That she knows she's pretty and smart but just feels pretty mediocre. And I was so angry because I agree about the empty assurances thing but I love her so much and I want her to know that mEDIOCRE CAN BE SPECIAL FRIEND.

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Your name: submit What is this?

"I love you" he says.

You feel the same anxious flutter of your heart as you always do. Being loved by Dean Winchester is a big responsibility.

"You do now" and woah, where the hell did that come from? Maybe it was the darkness of the room, the way it made the moment feel like you were inside your head and whatever you said wouldn't affect the real world. It would. You knew that rationally.

But Dean's arm was around your waist and the bed was comfy and warm. And the real world didn't feel like this. It felt like blood and screams and a knife severing a head clean off a body.

"What?" He whispers. Why is he whispering?

You wince, you had hoped he hadn't heard you. Even you didn't know the answer to his question. Or maybe you just weren't prepared to answer it. His arm tightens around you.

"It's nothing" you murmur, then "I love you too" it sounds like an afterthought and you know he noticed too.

"Y/N" it sounds like a warning and you wonder if you can get out of this one by pretending to be asleep. You almost scoff out loud, of course you can't, he has already caught on to something, and Dean is nothing if not a hunter.

The bed shifts as Dean grabs your shoulder and turns you toward him moving so that he's over you. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?"

"It's stupid" you whine and you instantly feel ridiculous. What is wrong with you?You're supposed to be a hunter, you shouldn't be feeling like this.

"Maybe it is" he whispers after a beat, playing with a strand of your hair "but it's bothering you, so I still wanna hear it"

"Don't you miss the old days?" You start "just you and Sam on the road, going to a bar every night?" You swallow, taking a deep breath. "Having one night stands with pretty girls at every town?" You murmur, your chest tightens and you instantly wish you hadn't said anything.

He sighs heavily and drops back down next to you "I..." Dean pauses, choosing his next words carefully "it was fun" he says finally "but now's different, and I still like it."

Your hand squeezes the arm that's draped over your waist, his words not making any difference, you knew he was happy now, but would he continue to be? You knew he wasn't one for relationships before you, and that he changed that when you met. But had he really changed? Or where you trapping him into something he didn't really want to do.

"Y/N" he says carefully, "you know I wouldn't..."

"No!" You turn to look at him quickly, cupping his face in your hand "no, I know you wouldn't just..." you sigh, not wanting to think about him going to someone else "I know that Dean, I trust you not to. That's not what I'm worried about."

"Then what are you worried about?" His eyes are wide and earnest in the moonlight. And suddenly you feel a strike of fear like a blow to your chest. Tears spring to your eyes at the thought of losing him and you burry your head in his chest, embarrassed. "Please tell me what's wrong." His voice is soft as his hand strokes the back of your head. "You're worrying me."

"I don't want to be the reason you stop... stop living the life that you" a breath catches in your throat and you sob in frustration at not finding the right words "I know you like... and right now you love me, but I know you like to move on quickly, and I'm nothing special, so you love me now, but soon you'll grow tired."

He moves so fast that you jolt in surprise. He cups your face with both hands and moves down so you're looking him in the eye. His brows are furrowed and his jaw is set in determination. "I want you to listen to me sweetheart, I love you, and I won't grow tired of you." You try to turn your head away but he grabs you firmly and holds you in place "no, Y/N do you hear me?" There's a beat of silence and you realize he wants an answer. You close your eyes and a tear slides down your cheek. You nod.

"Y/N" his voice is softer now "look at me darling" he says in a hoarse whisper, like he's in pain. You open your eyes and the sight of him makes you choke on a sob and your hear stutter in your chest. "I like sex, and that's why I picked girls up at every bar. But then I met you, and fell in love with you, and we still have sex" he smiles and wiggles his eyebrows, you huff out a teary laugh and his smile turns soft. "I like now better than before."

"But I'm so plain" you say, hating to ruin the moment "you're special to me" he says, undeterred. "And I'm pretty plain myself."

"No you're not" you huff "you're loyal and funny and wonderful and smart and strong and you're fucking beautiful."

"So are you!" he says it loudly, like aha! I gotcha! "And so are millions of other guys, and millions of other girls." You fall silent, turning his words over in your head.

"You think I'm funny?" He jokes, even though you can see a faint blush high on his cheeks. You laugh and turn away, shaking your head fondly.

"You're special to me sweetheart" he continues, whispering softly into your hair. "We've been through so much together, more than most." You both inhale shakily against each other, you truly have been through so much. "And you've stayed. I don't give a fuck if there's a million people out there that are exactly like you, I love you. You are the one that's been there, and you are the one that I want."

You press your forehead against his. Inhaling deeply and closing your eyes. He wipes away stubborn tears with his thumbs and then presses them to your lips softly.

When you open your eyes again you gasp. You can see every detail of his face. The scar on his chin, the dusting of freckles on his cheek. His eyes are so very green.

You kiss his fingers softly and then lean in to kiss him. His lips feel soft as they caress yours almost reverently, his rough hands feel soft where they are cupping your jaw and this kiss feels like going to heaven.

Better. You realize with a smile when you part.

"I love you" he whispers against your lips.

I know.

"I love you too."

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The Rose - Dramatis Personae (WiP)

This will be an ongoing project, updated as and when I get the necessary screenshots taken, and come up with enough backstory for each character in The Rose. Some of the newer characters will have more backstory (for now) than the older ones, because I need to work harder to sum up the older ones! 

This will be the place to which I link my readers on AO3, for visuals of each person. For now, it will be mainly images with some placeholder text, so please bear with me as I construct it :)

Note: I’m aware that they don’t all have surnames. Some of them (aka: Hornet) don’t need one, as their only name is a nickname. And yes, I’ve not given Gunther his usual surname. It doesn’t really fit for this story, so until I can come up with a new one, he’s stuck as just ‘Gunther’.

THE VAMPIRES

Valois Fulcanelli - The Eigne (Eldest) and leader of The Rose coven, and Elliott’s sire.

Universally acknowledged among his kind as the oldest vampire in existence--thereby meriting the title of ‘Eigne’--Valois has run The Rose coven for three centuries, beginning from its earliest days as a coffee house in the mid-18th Century, through to its present-day incarnation as a nightclub. Nobody really knows how old he is, but from conversation with him, those closest to him know that he has existed for many hundreds of years.

Valois runs his coven--which he insists upon calling a nest--with what its younger members deem to be something of an iron fist. He requires its members to train any fledglings that they sire until they can survive alone, and he strongly suggests that coven members find themselves a mortal pet from whom they can feed at will, as opposed to going out into the community to kill.

In truth, he is a paternal figure, watching out for his family. He has sired very few times in his long existence, and his only remaining fledgling--Elliott--has recently returned to the coven after a 75-year absence.

Arcturus Fenelon - The Eigne’s Lieutenant and second-in-command, and Immanuil’s sire.

It took weeks of gentle persuasion for Arcturus to reluctantly agree to assume the position of Valois’s Lieutenant, after Elliott had vacated it upon leaving the Rose. One of the older vampires in the coven, his dry wit and urbane attitude mask a ruthless protection of those he loves.

Nobody has ever seen Arcturus get angry, because he never needs to. He is one of the rare vampires blessed with Lilith’s Voice: the ability to completely manipulate others--both mortal and vampire--by speech alone. It’s a gift that he takes seriously, never using it but when absolutely necessary, but--to him--it is infinitely preferable to defuse a dangerous situation with words rather than violence.

Paired with Elsanine in a passionate vampire/pet relationship, Arcturus is also one of the few vampires who would rather sleep in a bed than a coffin. Partly because Elsanine is claustrophobic and refuses to share his casket, but mainly because he loves to sleep with his beautiful boy curled around him.

Elliott Lucan

Nobody but Valois knows why Elliott walked out of the Rose 75 years ago, but everyone who was around at the time knows how badly it affected the Eigne to lose not only his trusted Lieutenant but also his beloved fledgling.

Another of the coven’s older inhabitants, Elliott has an abiding love of literature, and--when awake--can often be found with a pen in his hand and a thoughtful frown furrowing his brow as he puzzles over his latest work. Successfully published under a variety of pseudonyms over the years, he never tires of the written word.

He has been paired with his pet Sebastian for almost seven years, and often cites him as his Muse, since Sebastian reawakened his inspiration after a long, dry spell when the words simply abandoned him.

Aleister Magestros

When Elliott left the Rose, Aleister immediately put himself forward for the position of Lieutenant. Slighted by Valois’s refusal, he tried again once the Eigne’s grief had lessened somewhat. When he found that Arcturus had been given the position, Aleister was furious.

Prideful and willful, Aleister is the loose cannon within the coven. Not one to be dictated to at all, he scorns the use of pets to assuage thirst, and Valois has given up on trying to persuade him. Aleister prides himself on his clean and discreet kills, but nonetheless he has come dangerously close in the past to bringing the police right to Valois’s doorstep.

Terpsichore Cavafy

Named for the joy of dancing, Terpsichore is a born performer and nothing if not a bit of a diva. An actor by trade, he fell into disreputable company centuries ago and was turned to the Eternal Night. Everything he does is tinged with drama, and oftentimes he’s more trouble than he’s worth, but he lingers at the Rose nonetheless.

Why? He and Valois had a ~thing going on, long before Gunther came onto the scene. Valois appreciates Terpsichore’s natural grace (and the fact that he’s very adept at flattery) and he enjoys late-night discussions with him about the theatre.

Terpsichore will tolerate old friends calling him “’chore” (pronounced ‘kora’) but call him “Terp” at your peril.

Fuchsia - Head of security at The Rose

Those who look at Fuchsia’s slight frame and love of all things pink often laugh in disbelief when they find out her position at the Rose. Let them try to cause trouble, though, and they’re left sitting on the sidewalk outside the club, nursing a bruised ego and wondering what the hell just happened. Valois trusts her implicitly when it comes to the security of the club, knowing that she can single-handedly deal with just about any problems that crop up.

Fuchsia once had a pet--Emilia--who met with an unfortunate fate, for which Valois feels responsible. Since that time, Fuchsia has shown no interest in finding another, and she is the only vampire in the Rose whom Valois doesn’t lean on to try and partner off with a mortal pet.

Una Morrigan

One of the more playful, fun-loving vampires at The Rose coven. Currently without a pet, she’s grown very fond of Elsanine, and the two of them hang out quite a lot. Arcturus is a little wary of her, but he doesn’t sense any untoward intentions from her regarding Elsanine, so he permits their friendship.  

Immanuil Hevening

Brought to the Eternal Night in the full flush of youth by Arcturus, Immanuil is very much aware of his beauty, and uses it to his advantage. He shuns killing, preferring instead to sip from the Rose’s mortal regulars. Occasionally he can be persuaded to DJ in the club, which usually results in a higher-than-usual turnout of patrons, since his musical tastes are very high-energy and he knows how to work a crowd.

He’s struck up a friendship with Hornet, much to Arcturus’s concern. But, while Immanuil loves and respects his sire, he won’t allow anyone to dictate who he socialises with.  

Hornet

If anyone has ever found out Hornet’s true name, they haven’t lived to tell anyone what it is. He rather enjoys being named after a particularly vicious species of wasp, even though he knows it’s his colouring that has earned him his nickname, and not his temperament.

If there’s mischief to be had, Hornet can usually be found on the periphery of it. It’s not that he’s bad; he just can’t resist having a little fun now and then. Well, his definition of fun, anyway...

The Nameless

You’ll find out about him eventually...

THE MORTALS

Sebastian Carpenter (Elliott’s pet)

Smart as a whip and born in a backwater town where he couldn’t take advantage of that fact, Sebastian pretty much lived his life online. At least on the net he could find others like him, earn money from his programming work, and save up enough money to leave for the city. And then, one evening--as he took advantage of the free food at at open-air art display in the town square--he met Elliott, a tall stranger who listened to him, conversed with him, and took his work seriously when he talked about it.

Starved of this kind of attention and appreciation, Sebastian found himself seeking out Elliott’s company every night. He didn’t even bat an eyelash when Elliott finally admitted what he was (Elliott still recalls Sebastian’s response of “Yeah? Cool!”), but when the townsfolk became suspicious of their guest’s permanently-nocturnal lifestyle, Elliott decided it was time to move on. There was no way that Sebastian wanted to stay behind without him, so he upped-sticks and spent the next six years travelling with him, until they finally arrived at the Rose.

Elsanine Grant (Arcturus’s pet)

Born into a travelling family, by the age of seventeen Elsanine had tired of the itinerant life and wanted to settle down. He found a job in a record store in the city, and a home in a cramped little apartment that he stuffed full of books and his own artwork. A succession of failed relationships followed, until--quite jaded with the whole ‘love’ thing--he met Arcturus one rainy evening after a run for the last bus (which didn’t wait for him). Arcturus walked him home, invited him for dinner the next night (at which point Elsanine found out that he was dinner), and they found a mutual fascination for history, art, and each other.

Gunther Holford (Valois’s pet)

An esteemed academic within his field, Gunther is an antiquarian and professor of archaeology at the city’s university, as well as one of several curators at the local museum. It was while inspecting the museum’s new Egyptian exhibit that he first saw Valois, whose compelling presence entirely eclipsed the beautiful antiquities around him.

Older by some twenty or so years than the average vampire’s pet, Gunther is in a very comfortable relationship with Valois, not only as his pet but also as his submissive, about which he is perfectly open and relaxed. He rarely appears in the club during business hours, but when he does, he’s always by Valois’s side or at his feet.

Morgan Sanderlys

Morgan is one of the few humans that frequent the Rose knowing what it truly is, but isn’t interested in getting the vampires to drink from him.

He’s struck up an odd friendship with Terpsichore, thanks to a shared love of the arts–specifically the stage–but he views the other vampires in the coven with a healthy dose of sass and humour (although he affords Valois the respect that his age–and his ability to kick Morgan out and ensure he comes neither nigh nor by ever again–commands). He’s also friendly with Gunther and Elsanine, and will sometimes accompany them on trips outside the coven, although he side-eyes them a little for the whole ‘pet’ thing.

Terpsichore keeps trying to persuade Morgan to let him take a small sip, but Morgan just grins and teases him mercilessly. One day he’ll probably let Terpsichore do it, just to satisfy his own curiosity, but he’ll never allow himself to be owned like the vampires’ pets are.

[notacoolthingtoosay]

im very sad i dont know why will i do know why jts becase of a lot of little thinggs but i cant telk anyine im sad becase thers leepil who has it worst and i know that but i kwep thinking itl pass nmbut i keel giting sader wvery dway i can take it but i qish ird stop its not a nice felling wishing for deqth every night i go to sleep and sad when i wake up and nkt dead its awfful and i hate it i should die alreqdy but in not kiling myselif yet i went throug to much shit to just go to hell i want to go to heven and in shaa allah i will so im not kiling miself and keep waiting paituntly hoppfly ill die soon

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Fallen 
Chapter 5 
Going back to heven 
I shot up from my bed breathing deep breaths in, I look a the clock on the bedside table it’s 1:25 AM the room was all dark I look down next to me and no one was there, I see black feathers on the ground leading outside my room, I put on the nearest thing close to me meaning last night dress, I quickly run down the stairs to the back of the hotel. I see the Angel standing there his wings are all black he looks at me I run over to him, a beam of white light went over him he started to float. He didn’t need to tell me what was happening, I already know what’s happening, he put his hand on my cheek, I feel tears running down my face he put his lips against my lips, he was almost above me he pulls away with tears in his eyes “I will never forget you”. And he fades away, I fall on my knees crying into my hands, I slowly walked back up to my room, I get to my room I lean against the wall next to my door and sync to my knees and start to cry again. The Angel Pov I am standing in front of the leader of the angels, “you have broken 3 of are sacred rules, you showed a human you are a angel that isn’t the one you are protecting,” “yes” “you fell in love with a human” “yes” “and you weren’t there to protect her” “yes” I look up at him tears running down my face “please she needs me”, “fine you can go back to her but you will remain a fallen angel”. Lupus pov
I’m still crying on the floor, for a hour or so, than a slightly hangover Tiffany walks up to me I look up at her “oh did that handsome looking fella left you” She pulls me up and wipes away my mascara, “a drink or make you feel better” she gives me a smile. And we go to the bar at the hotel, I’m standing there still thinking about the Angel when Tiffany get some drinks she walks up to me, she turns her head and look straight back at me “hey look at that hot guy checking me out” I look up to see who it was, I see across the room the Angel we lock eyes, he starts walking straight towards me, he smashes his lips against mine Tiffany scoffed and walks away he deepens the kiss. We go upstairs to my room, he pinned me against the wall next to the door outside my room and we start making out. We go into the room, I lie down on the bed and the angel, he is on top of me, we are still kissing he pulls away and starts taking off my close. then he took off his close, he starts kissing me, I feel hem insight me, then he starts thrusting I yell out a big moan. he spread out his black wings breaking the lamps on the bedside tables, he does a big moan, and kisses me. He pulls away from the kiss, and lies down next to me, we look into each other's eyes he smiles to me. and I smile back we lie there he pulls me into his chest and holds me, and slowly drift off to sleep. Link to put peach: https://my.w.tt/UiNb/ASnolHtNdK
Link to book: https://my.w.tt/UiNb/UcqG0SKoeK Text copyright meg-is-awesome 2017

[libidomechanica]

Sunk in Thalestris Arms the verdant Field

Sunk in Thalestris Arms the verdant  Field. Or, like Adams recollects  the Fields where on Christians 

have taught hypocrite! And I, but yet  he could be brought a sense of people 

all, of every other lottery.  T is sweet the lawns, of 

Asias Troops, and in a heap, 

as those who could death of some clear morning, 

or the blueblack curls strive, but in  what place, my mother, worlds have overflowed  his mates; but yet ’“tis made, why hast toiled  and care, and betwixt the time,  which skims the victim, and 

you may with thee. Like religion  but it would allow friendship  should confessor, and latent in  that there ran                 or Vesper, amorous 

glow-worms, whose beginning Lips to lay, 

the prevailed, so all wander, Must  I here standing to be transparent 

glow, and view with such an  one edition, and honest  sodger. to hope may be understands. ” D, of broken before 

Agamemnon and heaven in jest. The  figure to be here; that  wheeling wholly, he won them,  bleeding Vanities also with  those thought can win, a bright against  the ruler, on his soueraigne  part; made to attract his eyes, he 

had a Psyche true sublimity, her  wrinkles this night. Coastal highway, but particular 

in dates, not 

with these, tho unseen, are everybody  but his reflection  there one learnd the Sails descending  thee living then grown with tannd antique 

vows,        their spouse whose frequent rainy days.  But I am sick of political  economy, 

and love, wha could be but black look 

I do now? In spite of wrinkling,  but hear them like Marius, Oh hadst 

no defence if more ample reason is  past, then, enamourd and love the  royal children cutting teeth begin my poem.  to steal from fruit: from yours.  Though were to pass, it  does not count me fleckless; yet— hear me, and  expire; so little tepid pool, drying intestate,  or cavern, which, while it  sternest, is when alive less  bigger boy, the Head-dress of widow,  can make the bell for  this your chest with scraps of  the noblest efforts for gentle  her smile, so ready to  reproach with your aged  eyes— and how a call celestial ran.  But what he had been ere, it seemed  to waste, and in that same  fervent and dastardly, and champagne,  and tossing breast; and the Nymphs prepare;  for Sylphs contrived to finishd  fairly; and there, emitting under 

then, enamourd and fist first sweet         His Psyche,  wont to beat me and pity,  famous for our light health,  they did so, for to hurt you, 

or, what Virgils so very sure the  same; I speak; it falls. that has  cause it is so great projects  in three Bands prepare: 

The night painfully quivering on 

the Nosegay in her eyes 

I stood, I am silent streamlet winds  creep from lands and grim, surly Winter 

is near; and care, promise (ot herwise her charming child, as powrful Fancy 

leads, Wi your beautys waste hath its food for  inanition), you perish all! but  the labor of creation. Exceeding; 

her voice and wife, their difference  from me remove, or changed heart  confesse: I would not, or, like blank-verse, Im  fond myself might king means “I am,” the  English and the angels 

thinking about for this liberties;  And thy mothers being this I  will never could not in hevene a- bove; the personifications are?  not for this is the  Sorrow of The Shah fell Fire;  to Graceless over, from death  from East to West, fathers Hands. 

At his course, get you and I, alone,  like a Duck, so with regularity,  that claims of it for  these tears have been, I beg  it may be more hard this countries near 

the orphan family picture, 

[ts-virgil-angst]

"rise and shine, sweet thing"

TW: Flashbacks

Word Count: 784

Prompt: Rise and shine, sweet thing.

Notes: human au

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There was very little Roman wouldn’t do for his friends.

For Patton he had come to his house in the middle of the night to kill the spider he’d bravely managed to quarantine to the bathroom.

For Logan, he’d stayed up all night helping the nerd study for a test they all knew he would ace.

On the flip side of the coin, he never asked anything of them. He didn’t feel like he need to. He was the strong one. The one who always rescued the others when they were peril and emerged victorious from every struggle he’d encountered.

Almost every struggle.

Nights like tonight had always made him rethink whether he was as brave as he thought. His unwavering confidence was a shield against thoughts like the ones running through his head, but even the best shields would be warn away after so many battles.

He sat in the oversized black jacket his boyfriend had loved watching the movie he adored, trying with everything to remember the way his voice sounded without looking at old videos. He found himself thinking back to the first time they had met and the first time he had put on the jacket.

Normally he hated slipping into the past, it swallowed him so completely, he didn’t know what was going on in the world around him, but right now he needed this. He needed more than what life had given him.

Roman was exhausted. He’d stayed up all night with Logan, the damn calculator watch, going over note card after note card until he knew what Roman was going to say just by how his lips formed the words.

The bags under his eyes didn’t look princely at all and it was bothering him. If only he could get some shut eyes, even for a few minutes.

“Roman!” He turned as his energetic friend bounced toward him, a jacket on one arm and a person he’d never seen before on the other. “Look! I’ve made a new friend!”

“Really?” Roman eyed the jacket. It looked extremely comfortable. Maybe even comfortable enough for him to sleep through first hour. “I need that jacket. For, like, all day.”

“Oh, well, it’s—”

“Thanks.” Roman snatched it from Patton, barely even looking at the person he had brought in. Normally Roman liked to size up anyone who had the audacity to try and befriend his friends. Not that Logan or Patton would ever love anyone more than they loved him, but that wasn’t the point. This time, though, he was too tired for that.

The entire, it didn’t take more than laying his head down for him to fall asleep in the jacket. It was soft, just oversized enough to feel comfortable, and it smelled amazing.

By the end of the day, he felt more refreshed than he’d had in a while. He sat on the side of the wall, waiting for the other two to finally get outside, dozing in and out at the wind blew softly.

“Rise and shine, sweet thing.”

He jerked awake, leaning away from whoever decided to say that was a good idea. His eyes focused on a person with the most beautiful brown eyes. Though the sun was shining directly in his eyes, he didn’t blink, letting the light make his eyes look ethereal. The person smirked and leaned away.

“I’d like to have my jacket back, please.”

“This is yours?”

“I don’t know whose jacket you thought it was, but yes.”

Roman wanted to get mad—how dare he talk to him that way?—but he couldn’t find it in him. He was too flustered by how beautiful he was.

“Go on a date with me.” The words fell out of Roman’s mouth before he could stop them.

The person raised his eyebrows. “You don’t even know my name.”

“And you don’t know mine, but we could know each other’s if you said yes.”

The person blushed to his ears. “I’m Virgil.”

“Roman.” He smiled. Virgil was the cutest person he’d ever met outside of the mirror. “So when are you free?”

The tears rolled down his cheeks as he settled back into the present. That had been before the accident. Before his parents had pushed him too far. Before Roman had fallen head over heels for him and before either of them knew what it meant to love another person so wholly.

He let out the sobs that had been hiding his heart from the moment they’d heard the news. His chest, his stomach, his throat ached with pain that almost made him wish he’d never met Virgil. Almost wish he’d fallen in love with someone else.

Almost.

Almost wasn’t enough.

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[ts-virgil-angst]

“it’s just a cut, really.”

TW: semi-graphic depictions of violence

Word Count: 688

Prompt: It’s just a cut, really.

Notes: fantasy au, here’s the one with Virgil

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God, he hated the rain.

There was something unspeakably awful about it. Of course, Roman knew that it had everything to do with the fact that Patton had loved the rain.

Despite being one of the country’s top assassins, he was ridiculously childish. He splashed in puddles and swam while it was pouring. At first, Roman couldn’t figure out why. Why would a grown man jump in puddles and stand outside while it was storming? But then he figured out that he liked to take his chances in nature. Patton respected and revered all natural forces—standing in a place where nature could easily kill him was his way of deciding whether or not to continue living.

Whatever the case, Roman was grateful that the gods had not taken Patton away.

However, if he’d had the gods to blame, then maybe he wouldn’t have been lurking outside of his last targets home with his sword at the ready. He would have to go through the house silently so as not to alert the guards.

He had one goal in mind: Cindra had taken everything from Roman so he would take everything from her. He moved from room to room, finding every living person and placing his hand over their heart.

It was a power that he was born with, a power that had stolen the life from more people he could think of. By placing his hand on their person, he could steal their life force and add it to his own. But if he could manipulate it like he thought, then Cindra’s death would be so much better than he could imagine.

With every room he passed, he laid them gently on the ground, almost sorry about what he was doing, but it wasn’t just Patton that he was avenging. He’d had three brothers and every day they would practice their gifts.

Logan could outthink anyone, see any possibility of any outcome.

Patton could gain the trust of anyone and anything with his smile.

Virgil could make it storm the likes no one had ever seen.

And Roman had been the oddball out, sewing destruction with every touch. Despite that, they stuck with him, helped up control his powers. He loved his brothers with every fiber of his being. When each of them had been snatched away from him, more and more of him died.

Patton had been the last part and now he was nothing more than a walking corpse.

“I expected a bigger fuss.” Cindra lounged in the window of the room, looking out at the full moon. “But maybe you’ve got a skill I couldn’t have imagined. And here I thought my guards would be prepared. As soon as I call them, you’ll be dead like your worthless brothers.”

“You’ll soon find that your guard is dead. Everyone is dead.”

Cindra’s breathing faltered before she finally turned to look at Roman. Her eyes widened at the sight of his blade. “What is that?”

“This?” He looked at the glowing blade, its color changing as everyone’s life energy cackled through it. “This is what your House looks like.”

Cindra looked at it, slowly making the connection. “You…You’re a—!”

Roman crossed the room in a flash, pressing the blade against her neck. “Uh-uh. You will never speak that word in my presence. Not that you will be able to speak much longer.”

Roman slit her throat before she could speak. She fell to the ground gasping, but not for long. The cut healed itself, and she sat up, feeling her neck.

Roman had been toying with the idea of storing the energy in his sword for a while, but he’d never put it into practice before.

“Every time you die, you’ll come back, dear Cindra.” Roman smiled and for the first time since Patton had died, he felt something—something dark take root in his heart. “The night is long and we had plenty of time.”

Cindra let out a whimper and tried to crawl away. She screamed and the dark thing sunk deeper into his heart.

“Come on, Cindra. It’s just a cut, really.”

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