#theme: celestial family drama

[whoawardwinchester]

A Winchester Chronicle (c3)

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Summary: Chapter 3 delves deeper into the filming of "Supernatural" as Y/N grapples with developing Raven's character amid personal and professional challenges. Tensions escalate when Jensen confronts Y/N about her health scare, leading to a heartfelt confession and a pivotal decision. Meanwhile, Jared's romantic developments spark joy amidst the drama, setting the stage for unexpected changes in relationships and dynamics among the cast and crew. The chapter ends with Jensen's revelation and a lingering sense of anticipation for what lies ahead.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Content Warning: (subject to change per chapter as this series is written) Body insecurities, Smut, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, teasing, erotica reading. Readers are advised to proceed with caution due to these themes and scenes.

Rating: 18+ for the whole series.

This is a work of fiction. There is no hate for anyone in real life.

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Masterlist

Chapter 3: Based off of the episode "In the Beginning"

The sun rises on another intense day of filming, the air buzzing with anticipation as the crew prepares to dive into a pivotal episode of "Supernatural." You arrive on set, your mind still swirling with the events of the previous day. The tension with Jensen and the lingering effects of your medical incident weigh heavily on you, but you push it aside, determined to focus on your work and your character, Raven.

As the director gathers the cast and crew, he pulls you aside privately. "Y/N, are you still okay to keep shooting today?" he asks, his concern evident.

You nod, forcing a smile. "Yeah, I'm good. Let's do this."

Unbeknownst to you, Jensen is trying to eavesdrop on the conversation, his curiosity piqued. He leans subtly against a wall, straining to hear your reply. Just as he catches a snippet, Misha sneaks up behind him and whispers, "Boo!"

Jensen jumps, knocking over the coffee bar in the process. Cups and stirrers clatter to the floor, causing a commotion.

"Sorry!" Jensen mutters, embarrassed but grinning as the crew chuckles and helps clean up the mess.

The first scene to film is Sam sneaking out of the motel room. You stand off to the side, watching Jared transform into Sam. The tension is palpable as he slips out the door, heading to meet Ruby once again.

You exchange a brief, tense glance with Jensen as he prepares for his next scene. You can see the concern in his eyes, but you quickly look away, focusing on your script.

Filming Dean's Time Travel Next is the scene where Castiel appears beside Dean's bed, ready to transport him back to 1973. Misha, in full angelic attire, exudes a calm yet commanding presence as Castiel.

"Action!" the director calls.

Misha places a hand on Jensen's shoulder. "You need to stop it," he intones, his voice resonating with celestial authority.

The scene shifts to Lawrence, Kansas, in 1973. You watch as Jensen expertly navigates the emotional terrain of meeting his parents' younger selves and his maternal grandparents. There's a depth to his performance that draws you in, making you momentarily forget the tension between you.

As Dean discovers the truth about Mary's desperate deal with Azazel, your character, Raven, is introduced in a pivotal moment. Raven is a mysterious figure who has been watching over the Winchester family line, aware of the supernatural deals and their consequences.

"Raven, what are you doing here?" Dean demands, his voice a mix of anger and confusion.

"I'm here to help you understand, Dean," you reply, your voice steady and enigmatic. You then stride across the room, your hips swaying with confidence. Jensen's eyes follow your movements, his concentration slipping as he gets distracted.

"Uh, you need to know there's more forces at work here than you can see," he blurts out, inadvertently mixing his line with yours. The set erupts in laughter at the unexpected blooper.

"Cut!" the director calls, chuckling. "Let's take it from the top."

Jensen shakes his head, embarrassed but smiling. "Sorry about that, Y/N. I… I…" He debates telling you how Raven's walk caught him off guard but settles on trying to ask how you are. "I wanted to see how you are doing?"

You give him a shrug. "Never better, Winchester. Thanks for the concern."

You were mad. Now, he wanted to ask you now? There had been plenty of time to ask you. Hell, he could have called you, texted you, pulled you aside in between takes, and he chose now in the middle of a scene to ask you how you are?! You were fuming. You finish the scene with no more mistakes and take a moment for yourself.

During a break, Misha approaches you, noticing the tension. "Hey, Y/N, are you okay? You seem a bit off today."

You glance at him, your expression a mix of frustration and sarcasm. "Oh, I'm just peachy, Misha. Why wouldn't I be?"

Misha raises an eyebrow, sensing your irritation but doesn't respond. Instead, he walks away, heading straight for Jensen.

"Misha, what's going on?" Jensen asks as Misha approaches.

"What's up with Y/N?" Misha inquires, his tone serious.

Jensen sighs, running a hand through his hair. "It's Dee. She wouldn't let me help Y/N after her medical incident. We argued, and now Y/N is avoiding me."

The set pulses with tension as the crew prepares for the episode's climactic scenes. You immerse yourself in Raven's character, channeling your frustrations into your performance. The scene where Raven confronts Dean and reveals crucial information about Azazel is intense, and you pour all your energy into it.

Jensen matches your intensity, and for a moment, the tension between you fuels a powerful dynamic on screen. But as soon as the director yells "Cut," the walls come back up, and you're left with your unresolved feelings.

After the day's shoot, you decide to offer to take everyone out to dinner. "Hey, how about we all grab some food together? My treat," you suggest, hoping to lighten the mood.

Jared smiles but shakes his head. "I appreciate it, Y/N, but I have plans with Gen tonight. We're going on a date."

Everyone is excited for him, and Jared gushes about how wonderful Gen is. Jensen makes a joke, "So, am I invited to dinner, too?"

You ignore him, focusing on the rest of the group. "Alright, everyone else, let's meet at the diner."

As the group heads out, Jensen approaches you. "Y/N, wait."

You snap, unable to hold back your frustration any longer. "You hurt my feelings and I feel like I can't trust you."

Jensen looks taken aback. "I just want to know what happened to you. Why did you pass out?"

"I can't tell you. You don't deserve to have that personal information, Jen." The way his nickname falls from your lips makes him catch his breath. He hadn't heard you call him that before, and it stirs something in him.

Jensen shifts uncomfortably, trying to hide his growing erection. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I really am. I just want to make things right."

You shake your head, the hurt still fresh. "It's not that simple, Jensen. Not anymore."

He watches you walk away, feeling a mix of regret and longing. He hesitates, then reaches out for your arm, gently but firmly pulling you back to face him. His voice goes to a low grumble as he whispers at you. "I cannot stay away from you, Y/N. I can't even begin to tell you how badly I wanted to stay by your side when you were unconscious. To hold you… to… I even called Jared to help you." You didn't take Jensen to be an emotional person, but tears were welling up in his eyes. You could feel the remorse.

You step forward and embrace him in a hug. "Jen… I didn't realize that you called Jared to come help me. I appreciate you so much." You hug him tightly, feeling his erection poking you in your lower stomach. You look down briefly at it, then back up at him.

"Jensen," you whisper, your voice softening. You look at him with concern. Disdain for Dee rising in your chest. You didn't want to hurt either of them, but you realized you're attracted to Jensen more than just a friendly face in your archive of make-shift family. You suddenly noticed his breath on your cheek, warm, with a lingering scent of a mint he just ate. His lips luscious and inviting. He was leaning closer to you, his green eyes fixated on your mouth, too. "We can't!" You say firmly, creating distance between the two of you.

"I know," he murmurs, shifting to conceal his still growing erection. "I know…" He repeated, lower.

You clear your throat and turn to walk away, but turn back again. "You're welcome to come eat, if you'd still like to." He contemplated your invitation. "Thanks. I'm just going to head home though. See you tomorrow."

Later, as you sit in the dim light of your trailer unwinding with a cup of chamomile tea, your phone buzzes with a message. It's from Jared: "Hope you're feeling better. We're all here for you. See you tomorrow." You smile faintly, touched by his kindness, and you text back, "Thank you. I am feeling much better, thanks to you and Misha. I hope your date went well! TTYL." But your thoughts quickly turn back to the unresolved tension with Jensen.

Suddenly, there's a knock on your trailer door. You open it to find Jensen standing there, looking tense and determined with sweat glistening off his body.

"Y/N, can we talk?" he asks, his voice strained trying to catch his breath.

You step aside, letting him in. He paces for a moment before turning to face you. "I just broke up with Dee," he says, his voice heavy with emotion.

Your heart skips a beat. "Wait. Jen, I never wanted this to happen. I had my family. I…" You just about spilled all of your grief in a pile of word vomit at him. To this man, whom you really do barely know, because he just broke up with his girlfriend? You felt crazy. "Jensen, please tell me this is a joke. That you just wanted to prank me." You settled on.

He shakes his head, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of sadness and resolve. "It's not fair to her, or to you, to keep pretending everything's okay. I can't stop thinking about you, Y/N. I need to figure out what that means."

The weight of the situation hangs in the air as you both process what it means. "Did you say you HAD a family?" Jensen asks realizing what you had said. "N…No. I mean, yeah, but…" You stuttered. "Are you married?" He asked closing the small space between you, looking at you with worry and lust. You felt your panties dampen as he inched closer and closer. "I… was. Yes." You said holding up a hand to his chest to keep him away. His heart beating irregularly under your small appendage. You could smell his sweat mixed with cologne and it set your senses tingling. He was still breathing heavy, as you looked him up and down trying to figure out if he was still trying to catch his breath from running here or because of you. "Explain." He demanded in a Dean Winchester voice that made you shrink a little under his gaze. "Jensen… I can't do this. I can't be more than your friend. I was married, yes. My…" You looked down in a moment of guilt as you remembered your sweet husband. "My husband passed early last year and I'm just not…" Don't you dare tell him you aren't ready. Y/N, get your head straight. "You need to get back together with Dee…" You quickly tried to finish your explanation. He cut in, his voice low and fierce. "DON'T YOU SAY HER NAME." He grabbed your hand and removed it from his chest and pinned it above your head on the door frame. You moaned involuntarily as you both made a thunk on the trailer.

His voice was softer now. "You WERE married, and I'm so sorry for your loss. You have nothing to be guilty of, though. This…" he grabbed your other hand and pinned it, too. You didn't even fight it. "Is a normal feeling." He hovered his face above yours as you looked up at him deeply in his eyes. "Jensen" you said softly. "Say it again, princess." You melted. Your juices were flowing, and the butterflies were in full force now. He noticed. "You like that, don't you?" He whispered as he brushed your neck softly with his nose. "Princess." A moan escaped your mouth as you turned to face him buried in your neck now. "Jensen…" "I bet you smell just as sweet… down… here." he teased as he released one of your hands to caress your body, slowly moving toward your dampness. He grabbed you firmly. "Damn, you're ready, aren't you?" He smirked feeling the fluids through your lounge pants. He didn't give you time to answer. He flipped you around to face the door and he ran his hands over your curves. "You are perfect. You know that?" He exclaimed through gritted teeth. One hand rested on your ass before he gave it a swift smack. "MMMMM." you moaned. "Fuck…" he whispered throwing his head back. He pressed his dick to your ass through his jeans. You could feel the length of him throbbing through the fabric. You turned to face him, and you sank to your knees. He gathered up your long hair into a fist and pulled it slightly. "If you do this, you're mine. You know that, right? If you do this… YOU. ARE. MINE. Y/N." His eyes were dark with need now. Glaring into your face. "Yes, Jen." You barely got out as you hastily undid his belt, buttons, and slid his pants down. You were not hesitating now. You grasped his penis in both hands and circled the tip with your tongue. "Deeper." He urged you with his hand still tangled in your hair, firmly pushing your mouth closer to him. You take him as far in as you can slowly. You gag. "You've got it, princess." You moan and gag at the same time. "Take it all" he gently demands as he continues to guide his dick down your throat. You touch your lips to the base of his cock and slide him out and in, finally past your reflex. He moans as he throws his head back again, "yes Y/N, Fuuuuck." He looks back down at you. Your face is red, hair's a mess, spit slipping out of the sides of your mouth. He slowly pulls your hair back to slide himself out of your mouth. "Come here." He stands you up and spins until your back to facing your bed. He picks you up and grabs your voluptuous ass as you wrap your legs around his sturdy torso. You grab his face with both hands as he walks you back to your bed. You kiss him and not in a soft 'checking for chemistry' kiss. Your tongue explores every crevice of his mouth and his does the same to yours. He doesn't ease up on the kisses as he lays you down on your back, crawling on top of you in the process. He supports himself with one arm as he starts to take off your pants. His hand eases down your curvy belly and slips your panties and pants down your legs with ease. He walks his fingers up your legs barely touching your skin, giving you goosebumps. He almost gets close to your fupa, again, and you react.

"Jen. STOP." You gasp as you sit up and hurry to cover your lower body before he takes a good look at it. "I'm not ready." You say sheepishly tucking some hair behind your ear avoiding his gaze. You're about to cry.

"What is it? Did I do something?" He asked, his tone soft and caring now. Nothing like his lusty one a few seconds ago. You look at him as he takes your chin in his hand and turns your face toward him. "You deserve someone small like Dee, Jensen. You… trust me… You don't want all of this." you motion toward the parts of your body you're most insecure about. "What?" He sits straight up, looking at you shocked. "Jensen, I just mean…" you aren't sure how to get words out as the heat of the moment was still whirling in your mind. "Don't. Look at me. Y/N, look, at me." He coaxed as he scooted closer to you. "I don't want anyone else, but you, right here." He started saying as he wrapped his arms around you. You look at him. He seemed so sincere and loving. His rugged face inches from yours, as he lowered his tone more. "Y/N, I don't know what your insecurities are, but I want to be the one who makes them feel loved. YOU deserve this." He kisses your shoulder. "And this." He moves to your collarbone. "And this." He moves to your breasts, nipping at your hardened nipples through your shirt. You flinch a little, locking eyes with him. He faces you again. "I'll stop, right now, if you can give me one good reason that you don't deserve all of this," he stands next to the bed, fully naked now, wiggling his hips. "…that doesn't consist of a single bad thing said about your body." You giggle at the sight of him, but also sigh. A few tears fall from your eyes, and you wipe them away. You face him as he sits back down next to you, resting a hand on your thigh. "Jensen, what if we're moving too fast?" you said, disregarding his last statement altogether. "Hey, missy, don't change the subject." He smirked. "No, seriously though, do you feel like we are? I'll go home, now with no hard feelings about it, if so." He stated, half preparing to pull his clothes back on.

"I…it didn't feel like it." You said softly, tucking hair back behind your ear again. "I love it when you do that, and you look at me. It's so sexy." He said taking in the moment. "And if you don't feel like we are moving too fast, then let me show you the love you deserve." He said softly as he guided to lay back on the bed, slowly removing the covers from your body. You watched him, half intrigued and completely turned on by his tenderness. He scooted down your body to position his head just above your tummy while looking at you. "This," He kissed you softly. "Is beautiful." He noticed your c-section scar. He gently traced it with a finger. "This is beautiful." He kissed it, too. He gently moved his hands down to your thighs, placing his hand on the inner parts and separated them. "These, are gorgeous." He swooned as he trailed kisses along your inner thighs. You wiggled at his gentle advances, feeling tingles shoot through your body. He crawled back up to face level and hovered for a moment. "All of you is beautiful beyond measure. Especially what's in here" and he kissed your forehead. "Be kinder to it."

You couldn't take it anymore. You grabbed his face and pulled him closer, kissing him sloppily. You didn't care, let it be messy, let it feel wrong, but also let it feel so so right. Jensen pulled you out of your shirt in between kisses and then watched as your breasts were exposed. You covered them out of habit, and he looked at you and moved your hand away to replace them with his. He suckled your nipple, rolling it under his tongue. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter again. You grabbed his hair and pulled slightly, making him moan in pleasure. He came back up to your lips and kissed you again, sliding his body in between your legs. You could feel his penis outside of your opening, pulsating. You thrusted your hips to move against him. "I need you now, Jen." you moaned in his ear. "Say it again, baby." He returned.

"Jensen, I WANT you now." You changed. He wasted no time, as soon as you said it, he placed his tip at your slit and slid all the way in. You gasped. "Oh!" clutching at his hair in both hands, holding his head to yours. You looked at him, pleasure placed on both of your faces. "Shit. You're so tight!" he moaned as he grappled with thrusting into your cunt. You moaned over and over again, moving in rythm with each other. His grunts matching yours as you both climb with sensation. He moves your legs so your hips change angle slightly and you hit the high. "Jensen. Jensen. JENSEN!" You screamed, clawing at his chest now, writhing in your climax as he pumped into you faster and faster. He held your thighs firmly as he watched you come. "Fuck!" he exclaimed and he jerked shallowly into you as he filled your womb with his seed. He folded over you, shaking.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him as he slowly pulled out of you, both of your juices dripping from your pussy. He collapses next to you and pulls you to his chest. You both slow your breathing, as the euphoria of the night eased your muscles.

Your eyes became heavy, and you heard "Goodnight, beautiful", with Jensen's hands stroking your hair as you fell asleep to the calming rhythm of his heartbeat.

[weaverpop]

Gala drama yay!

Yay Drama! :D

Jing and the others wouldn’t be in the loop of course. (God knows how he reacted last time). So to them it just looks like the four just wanted to match. Jing finds it adorable, but he also wouldn’t quite understand why Azure and others look a bit pale. It isn’t until Azure quietly explains to him the political stuff they just pulled does Jing become worried as well.

Jing: “But- but they’re his friends. What’s so political about them dressing in his theme?”

Azure: “Because, usually at galas each family has their own theme, so them drsssing in Nezha’s is quite litterally a declaration of family alliance.”

Jing, nervous: “Oh dear.”

Normally this wouldn’t be a bad thing… if it weren’t for the fact that Nezha is litterally the next Jade emperor. There are celestials who would question Nezha’s place in line, with a few whispering about wanting Quanyin, as she’s the first born daughter (whereas Lady Yin was the second), and others questioning Jinzha And Muzhas decision not to inherit the throne over him. A few wonder about Erlang taking the throne, as he’s the previous Emperors nephew, or even the other children of the JE and Queen Mum.

So Mk and the others dressing in Nezha’s theme, litterally declaring an alliance and support, could definitely be seen as a bit controversial.

[rollinouttahere-writes]

I love all your yandere AUs and OC/readers that go with them, but Lullaby takes the cake rn because the idea of so many characters thinking they are the dad is the drama I need in life.

Anyways I was wondering how old Rosy would be if she were still alive when the one piece story starts?

Also what is the likelihood of Lullaby having half/full siblings somewhere out there?

(I think lullaby having an older brother would help to explain why Rosy never returned to stay on Amazon Lily and instead continued to wander. Since Amazon Lily is all women and her son wouldn’t be able to stay with her or even that Rosy herself was not fully welcomed back for having given birth to a boy which is an anomaly. Also lullaby’s brother would be able to give her access to all that money Rosy left behind)

Rosy is three years older than Hancock, putting her at 15 when they became slaves. If she were still alive, she would be 32 at the start of the story

I'm going to get into Rosy's early life, so I'm going to put all of that under a cut since I'm going to be touching on really heavy themes like sexual abuses (to minors) and the typical dangers of being a sex worker. If reading that is going to upset you, do not read further.

Unlike her sisters, Rosy never really came back from what happened. Her mind was stunted from being repeatedly assaulted for four years straight, especially since she was regularly throwing herself at the celestial dragons who bought them in an attempt to spare her younger sisters from being abused and/or molested.

When they got back to Amazon Lily, Rosy tried to acclimate, she really did. But she couldn't. She was so accustomed to life as a slave and being seen exclusively as a sex object by everyone that wasn't related to her that suddenly being in a safe environment felt wrong. It pained her to leave her sisters, but she couldn't stand being on Amazon Lily any longer and left it by choice, though she would regularly come back to visit.

She immediately began a career as a sex worker, and it helped to scratch that itch. Everything felt "right" again because this is how it's supposed to be for her. That was all that she thought she was good for. It was rough in the beginning as she learned the ins and outs of the industry, but she found herself enjoying it as time went on. Yes, she was still being reduced down to a sex object, but now she was getting paid for it. As she rose to higher levels, her clients even started buying her nice things, taking her out to fancy dinners, and sometimes even bringing her out on luxury vacations.

Over the years, she made friends with the other women doing this for a living. At first they were sticking together and watching each others' backs as friends, but then it grew into something more. Rosy decided to open up her own personal escort service so as to keep all of her friends together under her protection, as well as to reach out to other women that were being abused by the system. She prioritized her workers above everything else. If they felt unsafe/uncomfortable, they could leave any call with zero repercussions. If a client actually hurt them, Rosy would take care of that piece of shit personally. If someone wanted out of the industry, she would set that person up with a new look and identity on whatever island they wanted. She made everyone else abide by a buddy system to prevent any of her girls from being injured or killed. She was beloved by all the women under her care ans was mourned deeply when she disappeared.

As for potential half-siblings, Rosy would never under any circumstance abandon her child. Family is one of the few things she holds dear in life, and she would rather die than leave her own flesh and blood to fend for itself. Rosy had her faults, sure, but she was a damn good mom that was willing to lay down her own life to give her daughter more of a chance to be found.

If her sisters actually rejected her and banished her from the island over having a son, she would lose it. Such a betrayal would genuinely break her and likely ended in a violent fight between them. The bridge would be fully burned, and her sisters would be dead to her from that moment forward.

Doflamingo would love this development though because it would leave Rosy significantly more vulnerable and susceptible to his manipulation

That being said, I really can't imagine them shunning her over something like that, much less looking at their newborn nephew and hating him just over being a boy. Hancock was able to fall in love with Luffy over the course of what? Hours? So I feel like loving her own nephew wouldn't be hard. And with Hancock being the Empress, I feel like she has the power to make everyone else shut the fuck up if they don't like it.

[otterandterrier]

Here's a list of sapphic books I've enjoyed for Femslash February and Valentine's Day 🥰🏳️‍🌈

romance

A Little Light Mischief Former scoundrel turned lady's maid falls for her employer's companion. This was my first foray into wlw period romance. Absolutely loved it, it packs a lot of UST, steam and feels into a short novella!

The Lady's Guide to Celestial Mechanics (Feminine Pursuits, #1) Olivia Waite's wlw historical fiction stole my heart. All of her books mention background queer characters too. This one is about a lady astronomer who falls in love with her widowed patron as they break down barriers in science and art. Smart and hot!

The Care and Feeding of Waspish Widows (Feminine Pursuits, #2) The widowed owner of a printing business must call for the help of a beekeeper trapped in a fake marriage. Middle aged women falling in love!! Being gay!! Looking after bees!! Having sex!! Defying expectations!!

The Hellion's Waltz (Feminine Pursuits, #3) A pianist who hates swindlers tries to stop a swindler from swindling. Literally "be gay, do crimes"! Less UST and build-up than the other two, but still hot and sweet and socialist propaganda. There's poly rep too.

The Romance Recipe Restaurant owner hires reality star chef to help revive her restaurant (boss/employee), full of UST and good discussions of bisexuality. It has no less than five sex scenes.

Something to Talk About Celebrity romance with an age gap and boss/employee dynamic, deals with sexual harassment in Hollywood. Veeery slow burn with one smut scene.

The Falling in Love Montage YA, set in Ireland, our heartbroken protagonist doesn't want to fall in love so her new crush proposes a trope-filled summer fling. Plenty of making out but no smut. Very cute for anyone who enjoys the silliness of romcoms!

Perfect Rivalry Medical romance between rival overachievers who love gaming! Neurodivergent and multicultural rep, everybody is queer! Wholesome and hot.

In the Event of Love Second chance love / friends to lovers, Hallmark holiday movie vibes. Even planner heads back to her hometown after a PR disaster and reunites with her ex-turned-into-a-lumberjane childhood friend. Tooth-rottingly sweet and spicy.

For Her Consideration A heartbroken email ghostwriter is asked to meet with the cute celebrity she's writing for. Plus-size and multicultural rep, everybody is queer. It has a lovely found family theme and lots of spice.

Honeymoon for One The protagonist somehow forgets to cancel her honeymoon after calling off her wedding, goes on a solo adventure to Canada anyway and meets a cute ski instructor she does not get along with. Very sweet and with a couple of tender smut scenes.

drama

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo An aging Hollywood star hires a little known reporter to share the true story about her seven husbands - and her one true love. This one broke me.

Yerba Buena Follows the journeys of two girls whose families are impacted by addiction, and until their paths cross in LA. Deals with themes of identity, changes, growing up, grief, and healing with another person. Warnings for drug abuse, death, underage sex.

Milk Fed This one is a complicated story about a woman dealing with the fatphobia, body dysmorphia and eating disorders, and what happens when she falls for the Orthodox Jewish woman who sells her froyo. It's a tough and weird read - there's also homophobia, parental trauma, sexual fantasies, religious issues.

fantasy

Siren Queen A Chinese American girl willing to do anything to become a star in pre-Hays Code Hollywood. Really thoughtful urban fantasy novel about race and queerness and the Hollywood dream.

These Witches Don't Burn A teenage witch must work with her ex to find out who's working to destroy their coven, while trying to date the new cute girl in town. This one is way angstier that it seems!

[historyhermann]

Metal Family Review

In recent years, there has been an increase in indie animations, including on platforms such as YouTube. One of those series is the musical-themed Russian mature animation series, Metal Family.

Reprinted from Pop Culture Maniacs, my History Hermann WordPress blog on Jan. 19, 2023, and Wayback Machine. This was the eighth article I wrote for Pop Culture Maniacs. This post was originally published on January 8, 2022.

The action-adventure and drama series focuses on a Russian family of metal fans, each with their own personalities: there are Victoria and Glam, two metalheads in love with one another, and they have two children, Heavy and Dee. It follows the creative ways that the family deals with problems every day and manifests various tropes. Dee is 15 years old and Heavy is 13. Victoria is 37 and Glam is 39-40.

The series has a number of interesting small details that sets it apart from other animation series. For example, the opening of each episode begins with the character, or characters, hanging up their key, with the way each character hangs up their key a specific reflection of their personalities. There are also various pop culture references throughout the series to bands such as Metallica, System of a Down, Black Sabbath, Bon Jovi, and Led Zeppelin. Unlike some other series, this show takes place in a blurred world, without any specific location.

Metal Family does not shy away from mature topics. Victoria often drinks and smokes, while her husband, Glam, does not. She even gambles. The last part of the first season focuses on Glam Shvagenbagen’s troubled childhood going to a music conservatory. He meets a friend named Ches/ Chive who introduced him to Twisted Sister, heavy metal music, and gives him his current nickname. He leaves home for good after living with his abusive father, Gustav. Leaving his past behind, he chooses to be part of the “rabble” as his father puts it. He finds a family for himself in music and in the companionship of Victoria.

The show plays with the idea of a “strong man” defending a “weak” woman. In this series, Glam is diminutive but nasty in a polite way while Victoria is buff and brash. She is not afraid to throw a person out of a window or punch a hole through a wall, if warranted. Glam is more calculating and can solve problems by using his mind. Victoria likes to smash things apart – as she does in an escape room in an episode. She is a little like Princess Bean in Disenchantment, an alcoholic, and Harley Quinn in the series of the same name, who carries around a baseball bat which she uses to protect herself, those she cares about, and fight for what she believes is right.

The series is produced by a small team and is created by Alina Kovaleva. Xydownik co-directed the series with Kovaleva. Both work as series animators. According to the fandom site for the series, Koveleva works on the series full-time, using Adobe Animate CC. It took over two years to create the show’s first season. Alexey Khrapov worked in the show’s sound department. Alexey Vasilevsky composed original music, apart from the show’s other music. Karin Karimova worked as a violinist, Daniyl Yakovenko as a music consultant, and Luis Rojas as a guitar soloist.

The Russian voice actors have been consistent. Blin voices Glam and Dee. Roman Volkov voices Gustav and Xydownik voices Heavy. Kovaleva voiced a Youtube Instructor in a 2021 episode as well as Victoria. Xydownik also voices Ches in two episodes, along with characters like Rowd and the Conservatory Dean. Flynn The VA voices Drusilla. There’s also a background character named Celestie, and therapist Dr. Hans.

The English dub introduced new voice actors, including Elliot Cancel as Chive / Ches, Randolph Castellanos as Dee, Lydia Shvagenbagen, and Richard Armstrong, Hoctor as Gustav, London Hartman as Heavy, Kylie Ann as Mary Shvagenbagen, Ry Harte as Glam, and Chiari Queen as Victoria. Hoctor also voices biker gang member Bug, Ann voices Anna, a cynical radical feminist.

The series first aired on September 13, 2018, released in Russian, with English subtitles added after its release, ending its run in 2020. The pilot episode was also a music video sung by Avantasia, is entitled “The Story ain’t Over.” Since February 2021, an English dub of the episodes has been released on a separate YouTube channel, with a hilarious 3-minute trailer for the release of the English dub. Through 2021, the 10-episode first season aired on YouTube and the second season began in late December 2021. Oksana Gunchenko helped translate and adapt the episodes of the series.

The series has been positively received by fans, with over 140 fan fics on Archive of Our Own, garnering hundreds of thousands of views on YouTube, and has high rankings on IMDB. Hundreds of thousands more follow a fan site for the show on the Russian language social media platform, VK. This is impressive for a series with relatively new voice actors, with this series as their first big roles, and even for animators. A few are involved in other indie animated projects, like Kylie Ann as an animator on Legends of Myiorda, an anime/cartoon series. Some previously worked on Russian language productions.

Updates about the series are shared on Xydownik’s Russian-language YouTube channel, the Instagram account of Kovaleva, a channel on Telegram, and Kovaleva’s VK account. Like Helluva Boss, Heavy, one of the show’s characters, has an official Instagram account, posting candid photos from his life. This encourages people to be more deeply invested in the show. There’s even an official store to buy merchandise and items related to the show.

The voice acting and animation of Metal Family were intriguing. The story kept me watching the episodes and I say this as as a person who likes listening to metalheads like Caleb Hyles and the band Twisted Sister. The characters were complex enough and were not stereotypes which made me excited about what is going to come next. In the end, I’d highly recommend this series, especially for those who like badass characters, music, and compelling stories.

Metal Family is available on YouTube.

© 2022-2023 Burkely Hermann. All rights reserved.

[shellyseashell]

CELIA FACILIER

age & birthday: 14. she gives me fall birthday vibes.

sexuality: idk but she’s definitely a home of sexual

height: 5’1

powers: conjuration, illusion generation, shadow magic, mediumship, animated shadows, shadow telekinesis, cartimancy

mbti: estp, the entrepreneur

background: she’s the younger half-sister of freddie and uma, who are twins. her mother is instead just a common thief, though she doesn’t have many memories of her, as she died when celia was young. growing up, life was better for her than a lot on the isle, as her father genuinely loves her, and freddie and uma all look after her. she helps run the family business, which sometimes mean getting involved with gang drama. her father runs the gang he called “the other side” which is really just his and hades’ partnership, but he’s trying. this also means being hades’ errand runner. she doesn’t get why hadie can’t do it.

residence: facilier’s arcade, which is below her family apartment

affiliation: witches guild, the other side, the lost revenge

weapons & fighting style: doesn’t really get into fights, but if she can’t use her shadows, she’ll use knives

miscellaneous:

- she prefers to run the fortune telling bit of the business

- tries to replicate what freddie does a lot, since she looks up to her

- despite being younger, she makes deals even better than freddie, though both sisters shouldn’t be underestimated

- her clothes always have a celestial theme to them, but sometimes dizzy begs to give her a makeover because the patterns don’t match at all. she refuses each time.

- she attends the witch school

- she has a pet rat, which she picked up from an alley. freddie wants to get rid of it, and uma thinks she’ll get sick.

[compassionatereminders]

for the opinion asks, this was originally a way different ask, but I think more people should get funky with the piece of DnD 5e lore that the planetouched lineages (genasi, aasimar, and tieflings) can just happen spontaneously in a family tree. Like, yeah you can have a celestial/elemental/infernal parent but imagine the absolute drama of 'oh well there was the planar equivalent of a solar flare and now you're part demon.' This post made by Guy Who Made An Entire Tiefling Paladin Based On The Premise That He's A First Generation Tiefling And The Ramifications Of That. And if we wanna talk about aasimar? There should be more unicorn-themed aasimar, unicorns are listed as a celestial creature in the monster manual.

I have never played DND (though it sounds fun and is on my bucket list!) so unfortunately I understood approximately 0% of this ask

[regalfairytaleacademy]

Technical Information

Name: Celine Stellareinette

Japanese: セリーヌ•ステラレイネット (Serīnu Suterareinetto)

Quote: "Do your efforts and make your dreams come true."

Age: 18 y.o

Birthday: May 20th

Star Sign: Taurus

Height: 166 cm

Race: Human

Species: None

Homeland: Crystal City (the first country of Quartz Kingdom)

Family:

Cyrus Anlon Stellareinette (Father)

Veronica Skye (Mother)

Richard Stellareinette (Half-brother)

Penelope Skye (Maternal Grandmother)

Ariel Mirabel Stellareinette (Cousin)

Senara Evelyn Stellareinette (Aunt)

Evangelos Selene Stellareinette (Uncle)

Cassander Conte (Uncle)

Nicknames / Aliases:

• Celi / Lune (by her friends)

• Mademoiselle de Angelica (from Rozebelle Adoria ; Angelica is Wild Celery's plant genre)

• Princesse de Bijoux (from Rook Hunt ; Meaning: Princess of Jewelry)

• Starfish (from Floyd Leech ; because she always have a brand new inspirations everyday like starfish, even guides to people with her good advices)

• Sleeping lion cub / kitty (from the students in RFA ; due to her nap time in 2 hours)

School Facts and Fun Facts

Dorm: Vougefleur

Occupations: Student | Dorm Leader (Housewarden) | Manager of Scintillare le stelle Boutique

Best Subject: Needle and Dressmaking | Simulation Training

Worst Subject: Potion Making

Club: Dressmaking Club

Dominant Hand: Right

Favourite Colors: Royal Blue, Violet and Forest Green

Favourite Food: Scallion pancakes | Fish n' Chip

Least Favourite: Anything with a weird taste (such as bitter melon stuffed banana)

Likes: Her family, fashion, cats, studying, chatting with her besties, sweet dreams, magic, kind people, jewelries, manga comics, drama, daydreaming

Dislikes: Horror, ghost, prank, April Fools, Harsh, call her a shorty, worst clothing disasters, rats, narcissists, oceans, her friends being bullied, queen bees, ruined her dress, stealing, cold jokes

Hobbies: Sewing, hairstyling, fashion designing, reading manga, viewing, cosplay, role-play, napping

Idol Stats

Performance: Her voice is high-pitched and mature, but due to the practice of vocal music, she can use different tones of vocal music to suit the personality of different characters. She also performs throughout the song, whether or not she carries the character's story.

Choreography: A combination of ballet and ballroom dancing. However, she often gets dizzy when she spins too much. And, before the music starts, she also makes various charming gestures in different scenes.

Shimmering Wings: Classical • Gothic

Idol Brand

Celestial Sparks (天体の火花)

This brand represents to the outer and inner beauty of the Fairy Queen of Sun Palace. The costumes are derived from French, British and other ethnic groups, while the rest are medieval-style Lolita. Its clothing fabrics are galactic themed and color gradients. It has some charming accessories and decorations such as crystals, jewelry, etc. This is an idol brand created by Celine himself.

Shimmering Wings: Classical • Gothic • Cute

Etymology

• "Celine" means "heavenly" in French, but it can also mean "moon," referring to Stella's power and her mother's name, Luna.

• Her surname, "Stellareinette", is a combination of the words "Stella" (the name of Stella) and "Reinette" (the French word for the little queen, the name of many apple varieties). This referring to Stella who had already become the Queen of Solaria (in Season 6).

Characters Inspired

Celine was inspired by

Stella (Winx Club)

Cinderella (Disney)

[celestialconvergence]

📚 Series Overview: Celestial Conflict Trilogy 🌌

Book 1: Awakening of Shadows

Overview: In a galaxy filled with danger and mystery, young captain Kael Asteron is thrust into leadership after the sudden disappearance of his mentor. He commands the starship Aetheris, joined by a diverse crew of skilled individuals. Together, they embark on a quest to uncover the truth behind a celestial being threatening their universe. As they navigate treacherous cosmic environments, Kael must grow into his role as captain while forging strong bonds with his crew.

Key Themes:

Leadership and Responsibility: The journey emphasizes Kael's evolution from an unsure captain to a confident leader.

Friendship and Family: The crew's interactions highlight the power of trust and camaraderie.

Self-Discovery: Each character faces their own challenges, leading to personal growth.

Book 2: Echoes of the Past

Overview: As the Aetheris crew delves deeper into the celestial being's origins, they encounter remnants of Kael's past, bringing old allies and adversaries into the mix. The crew must confront hidden secrets and navigate complex relationships as they prepare for the looming confrontation. Tensions rise, and the strength of their unity is put to the test in a rapidly changing environment.

Key Themes:

Redemption: Characters seek to overcome past mistakes while striving for a better future.

Trust and Betrayal: The dynamics of relationships are explored as hidden motives emerge.

Courage: Facing internal and external challenges, the crew learns to harness their strengths.

Book 3: Final Confrontation

Overview: The trilogy reaches its climax as the Aetheris crew prepares for an epic showdown with the celestial being. Each member must confront their fears and make difficult choices as they fight for the galaxy's future. The stakes are higher than ever, and the bonds forged throughout their journey will be crucial as they face their greatest challenge yet.

Key Themes:

Sacrifice: The crew learns that achieving their goals may come at a significant cost.

Identity and Legacy: Characters reflect on their pasts and what they hope to leave behind.

Unity Against Adversity: The importance of standing together in the face of overwhelming odds is underscored.

Conclusion

The Celestial Conflict Trilogy is an epic saga that combines adventure, personal growth, and profound themes. Each book builds on the previous one, deepening character relationships and intensifying the overarching conflict. Readers will be drawn into a richly imagined universe, filled with memorable characters and high-stakes drama, leading to a powerful and emotional conclusion.

[shiroi---kumo]

🧶 — any non-writing hobbies/interests?

❓ — three adjectives that describe you

🗒 — what is/are your favorite genre(s)/theme(s) to write?

Munday Asks || Accepting

🧶 — any non-writing hobbies/interests?

I draw! All the art of my OCs is my work (unless i say i commissioned it) I animate sometimes too! I'm also a trained graphic designer and a cosplayer of 20 years.

❓ — three adjectives that describe you

quiet, dedicated, patient

🗒 — what is/are your favorite genre(s)/theme(s) to write?

omg, um

hurt / comfort

angst

fluff

comedy

drama

action / adventure

found family

celestial counterparts

I also just love stories with deep lore and interconnecting plots. I am a big fan of Actions = Consequence.

I like to write all kinds of things, but actions either deal a punishment or reward as a result of those actions and I absolutely hate it when consequences are ignored plot. I don't care if something comes back to haunt a character 14 threads from now just as long as it happens. delayed consequences are a thing too.

But action -> consequence will keep me rolling for a good long while.

[ioveartfilm]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 His shadow becomes an inescapable companion, adheres to your every move, granting you no refuge on the vast canvas of the earth. His eerie vow echoes persistently in your mind, an unsettling covenant that refuses to be silenced. With his words sending a disconcerting ripple through your being. At your core, an undeniable truth took hold. Being free from his influence became an elusive notion.

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 Drama, Romance, Thriller, Historical.

𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 Mentions of Sex, Murder, Psychological Horror, Emotional Manipulation, References to Trauma, Betrayals, Explicit Language, Mature Content, Dark Themes, Violence, One Shot, Mentions of Suicide, Tragedy itself.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader x Geto Suguru

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ┊ 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒

I kind of had this plot for another fic but it flopped haha. So I’m now rewriting it a little bit, adding more to the plot and so on. If you guys liked this kind of historical-mysterious theme, you can check out my work in process called “Vendetta.” Where you fell in love with a prince with a dangerous secret inside the royal family.

The voices from afar approached with each passing moment, the resonant chants weaving through the nocturnal air. Bereft of luminance, the constant challenge to discern a path grew to be impossible, wandering through the night in a desperate bid to vanish from everyone’s eyesight. As your knees faltered, betraying your resolve, the disquieted voice of your companion punctuated your hearing promptly aiding you in regaining your balance. Together, both went off once again to part through the obscure setting. Opting to halt, you grasped your partner’s shoulders seizing him in place and locking eyes with him, a trace of surrender in your voice as you spoke.

“Run. I shall create a distraction.” You conveyed breathlessly. Despite your urgency, he remains obstinate, refusing to heed your words, and his grip on your hips tightens. Wearing now a solemn demeanor.

“I shan't forsake you!" He confesses fervently, indifferent to the fact he may be heard. “Let them come, I’m willing to stand by your side to the very end.”

“Satoru.” You implored at his reckless behavior, feeling yourself being cornered to a wall. Your hands ascended laying upon his face caressing his engaging features, sensing every detail of his, your fingertips trembling with anticipation. “Will you stay by my side to the very end?” You remark his statement, hoping his words are true.

Casting down his gaze he nods silently using a hand to gently guide your form closer. With his lips inches mere inches away from yours. He breathes, “Until my final breath.” The sincerity in his words permeates the air, his gaze encircling you with myriad emotions, pure determination among them. Resisting him seems futile now, he stands before you and prepares to risk it all for you. Until the very end? Very well, so let it be. With a final gaze upon your companion your hands ensnare the sides of his head abruptly snapping it sideways with a creaking sound, his form collapsing like a marionette. A moment lingers as you fixate on his figure before raising your gaze to the cloudy atmosphere. Observing how the clouds part to unveil the imminent full moon, bestowing it light the once-obscure setting bathed with an intense luminosity.

Your hands rest upon his exposed chest, fingertips tracing the contours with an anticipated touch. Each breath that escapes you emerges with a heightened intensity along with the rise and fall of your body. Pleasure tightens its grip on you, casting a veil over your consciousness. His unyielding hold blurred the boundaries of sensation. His tightness created a sensory fog, leaving you immersed. The crescendo of your moans reverberated through the air along with his audible groans, defying the walls around you. The intoxicating essence of his scent hit your nostrils, his unique aroma became a celestial elixir. You halted his grasp on your hips with a firm grip, injecting a moment of control between your passionate encounter. You seized this opportunity to appreciate the small details of his features, your gaze became a silent exploration while the man beneath you saw you with confusion drawn on his face.

“Mr. Harlow, satisfaction always seems to elude you, doesn't it?” You breathe, your words carrying a playful undertone. “It’s not surprising, your undeniable charm and good looks keep the constant attention from women around you. It persuades you to attend to their needs like a gentleman.” You acknowledged his allure with a smile.

“Although, isn’t rather unkind to lean on women?” You lean your body forward so now you are inches away from his face, your hand resting at the side of his face feeling his warmth under your fingertips caressing with a careful approach. “It’s understandable, you aren’t fond of bonds. You are a free man.”

A soft chuckle escapes him, blending seamlessly with the rhythmic panting. His eyes carried a mixture of amusement and longing. “It appears you know it all, Miss (Y/N).” Humming to yourself, your fingers tracing down a path down his throat finally coming to rest on his bony collarbone.

“Perhaps I've been searching in the wrong places.” he mused, his words holding a playful ambiguity. Raising his hands to feel the expanse of your naked back with a deliberate touch.

“Is that so.” Nodding, his fingers continued their tender exploration on your back.

“You are undeniably beautiful, enchanting even. More like any other woman I've met.” He replies honestly, admiration evident in his eyes as he takes in your beauty. “And your body, the sensation is exquisite.”

“Well,” you replied with a smug smile. “I must say the feeling is mutual.” Your lips gazed at the side of his throat, your tongue running down into a sensual path. His sweet tantalizing scent ignited a reckless urge within you, an irresistible pull that threatened to override any sense of restraint. You shut your eyes, leaving out the external world, as your mind enters a realm of bliss.

“Stay still.” The wanting became unbearable for you, as your teeth grew in length. In a startling metamorphosis, your elongated fangs occupied your mouth. The unsettling sound of rending flesh intruded upon your eardrums once you pierced your fangs into his shoulder. As the blood flowed over your tongue, an intricate dance of flavors unfolded on your palate, a delectable fusion of sweetness and richness of sanguine essence. An insatiable hunger primal yet sublime, took control over you making the thirst intensify with every passing second. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head abruptly departing your mouth from his flesh, afraid you may go overboard if you don’t restrain yourself. Panting heavily in an attempt to regain your breath, you shift your gaze down to the man beneath you. As your vision cleared, his face bore a visage of sheer terror, punctuated by silent whimpers escaping his trembling lips.

A scowl adorns your features, accentuated by a mocking grin playing on your lips. “Not so brave as you pretended, it seems.” With a mouth stained by blood, you return to the wounded spot on his shoulder, your tongue emerging to lick away the remaining blood. However, you knew your temporary peace would be soon interrupted. Sit up straight on the man’s lap, using the back of your hand to wipe the remnants of blood.

“What brings you here?” You inquired bluntly, your voice slicing through the obscurity of the room. Detecting the familiar presence across the dimly lit expanse. From the veiled darkness, the familiar figure emerged from the shadows, taking a poised stance before you.

“My dear, (Y/N). Must I truly provide an answer to that?” He asked with a tone of nonchalance edging his words, irritation evoking in you.

“Suguru Geto—“

He dismisses your warning tone, “Now, is that the manner in which you greet a friend?”

“What are you doing here? How did you manage to find me in here all of the places?” You retorted sharply, not wanting yourself to be tangled in his twisted games.

“I see you haven’t followed my teachings. I must say I’m pretty disappointed. I thought I taught you better.” In a swift move, Suguru stands beside the mattress. Observing with a vigilant gaze the spot you penetrated previously on the man’s shoulder.

“Shoulder?” He asks you amused. You couldn’t stand his presence in the same place as you were. Rising from your foot, you stood naked from the horrified man’s lap walking past Suguru so that you could cover yourself up. Completely forgetting about Mr. Harlow. Suguru’s eyes linger on you as you do.

“You’re foolish.” He concludes. “Why haven’t you surrender to your true desires?” You were halfway through dressing, adjusting your corset when you shot him a glare in response.

You derided with a sneer, your disdain is evident in the curl of your lip wanting to erase the smile off his face. “What in the world are you babbling about?” Suguru shakes his head in disapproval, sinking into the shadows of the room. He materialized once again from the darkness dragging a feminine form. A vulnerable woman with hands bound and mouth covered. Recognition dawned as you realized the captive woman was none other than Mr. Harlow’s sister.

“What are you planning to do—“

Suguru interrupts you, holding the woman dangerously close to him. His hands ventured downward, caressing her slender waist, with a smirk adorning his lips he liberated one hand gliding between her long legs. In a world where glares held lethal power, Suguru would have met his demise ago under your spiteful gaze.

“Why bother quenching your thirst from the shoulder when the taste is far superior from the neck?”

A tragic tableau took shape as he shifted from gently bruising his nose against her neck inhaling her sweet essence to ruthlessly sinking his fangs into her delicate flesh. The grotesque sound of tearing flesh reverberated through the grand chamber. The sight rendered you motionless, your eyes vigilantly observing how her blood flowed into Suguru’s insatiable mouth. He drinks and he drinks, fearing he may leave her utterly dry.

“That’s enough—“ you tried to interject, though your pleads were unheard. His form quivers with desire, his fangs going deeper, her blood cascading down her form staining her upper attire, as he keeps drinking voraciously from her. Retreating his mouth with a deliberate motion, his strained respiration dissipated between his parted lips as he reclaimed his vitality. His vermillion lips formed a sadistic smile, while the scarlet fluid descended down his chin.

“Do not tell me you have grown fond of them?” No that’s not it. “Mere mortals not worth of anything. Dear, (Y/N). Indulge freely, I’m the one who knows your true intentions.” Your gaze flickered between the state of the helpless woman to the enticing lips of Suguru. His words infiltrated into your mind, taking control of your senses like a mindless slave to his commands. An unstoppable need stirred within you, falling back into his arms just like he wanted.

“Have a taste.” He commands you, using a hand to push the woman’s hair aside exposing an unattended region upon her neck. Damn him, and his power over you. The ragged breaths that come from you were the only audible sound reasoning in the chamber. You conjoin your eyes together, veins protruding from your skin similar to a lattice of roots beneath your eyes. Your teeth arched distressingly with an intense urge to pierce her flesh, to feel her skin, devour her just like Suguru did. There was no need to be told twice when you ensured her waist was already encircled by Suguru’s arms. Both of your arms envelop the delicate form of hers. You let your unbridled desires run free, fangs savoring every drop of blood as if it were the most delectable taste your tongue has ever encountered. On the other hand, Suguru pressed the tip of his nose against her neck, his hearing catching her accelerated heartbeats as she struggled under their touch.

“Now. It is not yet the opportune moment to depart. My lovely (Y/N) hasn’t yet finished.” He expresses nonchalantly keeping in her place for you to still drink from her freely. Eventually, you retract yourself from her neck with shortened breathing as if you were engulfed by the depths of an ocean your lips entirely bathed with her lifeblood. You lock eyes with Suguru both of your gazes ablaze with fervent longing. You're panting in unison. Without adverting your eyes off his, both of you subsequently release the woman in between meeting the floor like a marionette severed from its tether. Your mouths met in an unshakable kiss, your tongues engaged in a restless fight enveloping your arms around his shoulders, while his arms circled your garmented waist. Tasting the blood mixed in between your lips, your bodies colliding with a robust intensity. Placing his hands beneath the fabric of your attire, he gathers you in his arms and propels you against the wall with assertive finesse. Unable to part from each other engaged in a kiss that persisted, until both found satisfaction. With a surge of hatred coursing through your veins, you yanked at his ponytail, forcing his head to tilt backward. Your gaze bore down on him and spoke pure resentment.

“I despise you.” You whisper with tremulous breaths. “I crave to destroy you.” His laughter only fuels your ire within you. You loathe the power he possesses over you.

“Deny it all you want—“ He breathes, a smug look placed on his face. “You need me. I made you.” He lets go of you so that your feet can meet the ground. “You may believe there’s a distinction between you and me,.” He intones. “But in truth, we are precisely alike.” With formidable strength he grasps your throat pushing you to kneel, his figure towering over yours. His hold intensifies until there are red fingerprints printed on your skin, making you gasp with a muted cry.

“You’re bound to me.”

The burning liquid traversed his throat searing his walls and abrasively tormenting his insides. Releasing an anguished cry. His breath was being constricted when the liquid continued wreaking everything on its trajectory. Unshed tears linger at the corner of his eyes, a hand clenching his throat in a futile endeavor to alleviate the unbearable pain. Everything within him fighting, attempting to be free. The pain overwhelmed him, rendering coherent thoughts elusive as the liquid persisted in ravaging his throat.

“Weak.” The authoritative voice beside him echoed, its tone heavy with disappointment. The succinct word bore the weight of judgment, forcing his eyes to close, unwilling to confront the judgmental gaze bearing down on him.

“You are a frail, a letdown. Why did I end up with a son like you?” His biting words penetrated through the depths of his mind, echoing like a cursed record. From his earliest memories, his father had consistently deemed him a disappointment. The constant disapproval became a lingering presence throughout his life. Holding him responsible for their misfortunes, accusing him of being the cause of the impoverished lifestyle their family endured. While he ventured into town to sell all the merchandise he could, his father remained in his office, engrossed in some unknown project, toiling away like a madman. His mother always emphasized that words carried great power yet their effect rested on how one chose to interpret and wield them to their advantage. His mother is the sole motivation for him to persevere in his work, even to the point of ensuring the ache in his feet. A shocking turn of events unfolded as he was unexpectedly stabbed during a confrontation with a tramp attempting to steal his merchandise. His unwavering determination to survive, made him push through the pain until he found himself slouched against the wall in a solitary alley.

Oblivious to the passage of time, he remains in pain. As he opened his eyes, he was greeted by the sight of the most enchanting woman he had ever beheld. Was it an angel sent from the heavens? He can’t help himself but stare at her in complete awe. In adoration of her striking beauty, her kindness shone through. He found himself tented in a modest dwelling. He received care for 3 weeks within the confines of her home. He felt an inexplicable pull towards her, a connection he had never felt before. The rarity of someone aside from his mother displaying genuine care for him feels so surreal. Prior to setting out on his path, he found the courage to ask for her name.

(Y/N).

She would forever linger in his memories.

He found himself returning home, where his father showed no concern for his whereabouts over the past weeks. He reveals to him to his shock, they are now wealthy. The unexpected affluence raised suspicion in him, questioning how his father could have gained such a substantial fortune. It was a great change to their financial status. Now wealthy and respected by everyone, they resided in grand mansions and hosted lavish balls. He was under a difficult time getting used to this new life.

So when his father made him taste the peculiar liquid, nearly rendering him unconscious, he wondered about the purpose behind his acts. In the splendor of one of their grand balls, an unusual feeling grew within him. It occurred when one of the attendees inadvertently cut her palm as a glass toppled, and in an attempt to clean her mess, she ended up cutting herself trying to clean the broken shards. He found himself instinctively following her behind as she walked away to tend her cut with rising water. In a secluded enclave bereft of prying eyes, he trapped her against the wall, a mysterious authority exuded from him as he restrained her from moving. It was odd for him the way she immediately obeyed his words with no words whatsoever, almost like he possessed total control of her body and mind. His gaze brimming with curiosity, he took hold of her wounded hand, his eyes observing cautiously her cut and the blood that came with it. A surge of “hunger” engulfed him, introducing a new feeling he had never felt before in his life. Without a reason, his impulses took over his body when he found himself gently mouthing the bloodied cut on her hand. Why. Why does her blood taste so good? Why did his body crave blood? His body ignited with a restless fire, his mind shrouded in a haze. He wasn’t aware of the nature of his actions at that moment. He departs from her hand abruptly, horrified by his strange conduct. He tells her to forget all about what happened between them.

The crescendo of his peculiar demeanor peaked on a particular night. Stirred from his slumber by an intense pain in his mouth, he sought to dispel the darkness with a flickering candle. As he reached the mirror to inspect the cause of his torment, he was met with a ghastly sight—his teeth growing in size before his horrified eyes. Immersed in the tempest of his own unraveling psyche, he felt the firmament of sanity crumble beneath him. On a fateful night, he sought out his father driven by a desperate need for answers. Yet an uneasy feeling gripped his body when his father descended from the main stairs.

“Your mother has passed away.” An ominous tide of dread surged through his body. The weight of the news hung heavily in the air, the news became an onerous burden, and grief interwoven with the ongoing tumult within him.

“No, it cannot be.” He uttered with a sense of disbelief. He hurried to his mother’s chambers to verify the truth for himself. To his sorrow, there it was the lifeless form of his mother. She was indeed dead. He wonders what has happened, what led to his mother’s demise? He grieved with a bleeding heart. The sound of footsteps made him lift his eyes from the cocoon of his mother’s sheets, his eyes blurred with tears. His gaze clears when he meets his father’s stoic expression, the longer he stares he finds in his father’s grip the familiar bottle that had triggered his strange actions in the preceding weeks. A chilling realization dawned— had his father unwittingly given that same substance to his mother?

“Her body was too fragile.” His father somberly conveyed. It was in that moment he realized he had lost all reverence for his father. The sense of betrayal settled like a heavy cloak upon him. A torrent of rage surged within him as he stood to confront his father. His eyes linger on flames of anger stoked by the betrayal and the weight of the unprocessed grief. His father’s lips curved into a sadistic grin upon seeing his son’s suffering.

“Ah, my dear son. Witness what I have done for us! Spending countless nights, immersed in endless texts to finally recreate the untainted essence of vampire blood.” His father disclosed with pride. “Vampires have gone extinct for over three centuries! I have successfully revived their bloodline. Don’t you see, son? You’re the first vampire after three hundred years!”

No that can’t be true. Vampires are creatures of books, yet…how can he explain his unexplained behavior. So, his father used both him and his mother as mere pawns in his twisted plan? With a quick motion, he unsheathed the dagger from his father’s waist, slicing his wrist. The deep crimson streams of blood ran down his arm. His father showed no insatiable hunger for blood. Unfazed by his self-inflicting pain.

“You didn’t drink it.” He concludes. His father has not yet taste the vampire blood.

“You didn’t drink it!!” A storm of rage erupted from him, upon learning the truth. Towering over him, he forcefully shoved his father across the hallway. “How could you? How could you use your own blood for your sick plans!”

“I had nothing.” He shouts back. “We had nothing. We were nothing!” He tries to excuse the drastic actions he has taken.

“Don’t you see? Being able to persist forever in riches, and respect. To do whatever we please. Instead of living, “dying” in poverty. At last, my son, you’ve earned my respect by resisting the elixir and successfully transforming into a vampire. Your mother was weak. Do not blame me for her demise!” His father retorted with a vehement shout.

In a swift move, he seized his father’s dagger and skillfully sliced a thin line across his throat. He became a version of himself he never thought he could be, consumed by hatred. His father gasped, the reality kicking in as the pain surged through his senses. A rivulet of blood ran down his throat and with a weak attempt, he raised a hand to stop the bleeding. Executing immense strength, he forcefully pushed his father in the chest, making the older man tumble down the stairs. His father’s form collided with the floor with a thud—bleeding and struggling for breath. Descending the stairs, he gazes upon his father’s pathetic visage.

“You’re weak,” he remarks with venom lacing in his words. “You’re pitiful,” he uttered to his father, his tone indifferent and his gaze unwavering. He knelt before his father, and a shiver of horror ran through the older man’s body. His eyes darkened when he opened his mouth wide, exposing his fangs in a terrifying display. Shutting his eyes, he braced himself for the worst. Though, it never came. Instead, he was met with the chilling laughter of his son that pierced the heavy silence.

“Did you honestly think I would lower myself to drink from you?” He proclaimed with a cold detachment. “Your blood is nothing but repulsive.”

Rising to his feet, he prepared to abandon his father to bleed out. Unmoved by his father’s pleading cries he pressed on, the echoes of desperation falling on deaf ears.

“You cannot leave me here, what makes you think you’re superior to me!” His father cries desperately to deaf ears. “Suguru!”

August 25th, 1776.

I came here today to proclaim my triumph in successfully recreating pure vampire blood. In hopes that my son can resist the transformation, ensuring a promising and prosperous future for us. Unfortunately, my former partner, Arthur Davies, became a burden. By navigating across the horizons instead of contributing to our shared investigations. Witnessing his ascent from poverty through inventive endeavors. I made the decision to poison him one evening. The fortune accrued from his success was a necessity for the welfare of my family. With everything proceeding according to plan, our lives are poised to take a turn for the better.

Selfish bastard.

Suguru opted for what he deemed the most rational course of action—he set the town ablaze. He compelled the citizens and urged them to ignite their torches to set everything on fire. Disgusted by mortal beings, Suguru came to the realization that the real monsters were not supernatural entities but rather mortals like his father and his ex partner. Suguru ignited the town, his gaze unwavering as the flames danced.

As the town lay reduced to ashes, Suguru’s thoughts turned to you. The only one who had extended kindness when he was nobody. Suguru unearthed a newfound purpose. The fervent determination to seek you out.

Amidst the serene darkness of the night, Suguru found you. Shadows danced with an enigmatic grace through the forest, while the earth’s breath whispered through the gnarled branches, evoking an uneasy melody that blended with the ambient mystique. Your feet dangled precariously over the cliff’s edge, with the only source of illumination filtered from above, casting a spectacular glow that bathed your surroundings in a captivating light. Even in the blink of death, he finds you still as beautiful as the day he first encountered you. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he approached your side, his touch sincere and gentle as he caressed the sides of your face. His desire to have you in his arms, pressing you close, shielding you from the world.

Then.

He kills you. Those cold gentle hands that were tracing your features, abruptly snapped your head sideways, a pitch black evading your vision. With a rapid succession of events, from killing you to the moment he compels you to drink from his blood-stained wrist. A hunger consumes you with voracious intensity, while everything within your body burns. The insatiable thirst burgeoned with every fleeting second, and with his wrist cradled in both of your hands, you imbibed the life force with the desperation of a starved animal. An unspoken realization dawned upon you. Suguru would relentlessly shadow your existence till the end of times.

Your fingers delicately caress the keys with your initial notes radiating a soft and tender grace like an evanescence whisper to your audience. Yet as the melody proceeds your skilled hands transform the atmosphere dramatically. The once gentle melody metamorphoses in a rapid and almost careless rhythm gaining multiple murmurs from your audience. Your fingers transverse the keys with great brilliance, joining your closed eyes not needing your eyesight to know where to touch. Your body is being dragged by your harmony, letting yourself drown in it. Your fingers moved at an impressive pace generating a shiver-inducing feeling. The duality of your melody transcends the boundaries of expectation. Bringing your hands to the border of exhaustion, you release the keys with a dramatic end. The sea of applause inundates your hearing, your lips curving in a pleasing smile opening your eyes once again to meet up with your loyal audience.

“Miss (Y/N). You’re indeed talented. I have never encountered such a rare and unique melody before.” The woman before you expressed her gaze full of admiration.

“Ah. You’re too kind, Ma’am. I thank you for your encouraging words.”

“Dearest, I hope my words don’t overstep any boundaries, but I feel an earnest desire to invite you into my home. I can you provide you comfort and care in exchange for your wisdom and guidance with my son.” The woman in front of you proposes, her countenance adorned with a gentle smile.

“I will be delighted to accept your gracious invitation.” You replied easily. “May I have the honor to make acquaintances with your son beforehand?”

Her son was not only handsome but also possessed a towering stature, his unique features leaving you mesmerized. His white locks framed a face adorned with clear blue eyes that resembled the vast expanse of the ocean or the serene beauty of the clear sky. He takes your hand in greeting, his lips delicately pressing a kiss on the back of your hand.

“Pleased to meet you, Miss (Y/N).”

With a focused gaze, you stood by his side, attentively observing his fingers glide across the piano keys, the music flowing from his touch filling the air with a captivating melody.

“Again.” You repeated your words, still not satisfied with the outcome.

He emitted a low groan, only to swap it for a playful smile as he remarks. “Miss (Y/N), I believe you’re being quite harsh on me, wouldn’t you agree?”

“I’m merely shaping you into a refined pianist.” You replied calmly. “Discipline is key to excellence in the art of piano playing.”

You found yourself spending your days teaching him countless lessons. As you approach the lecture room, you find him eagerly awaiting your arrival with a radiant smile gracing his features. “I believe it’s time for our lesson.”

You learned Gojo Satoru is a strange man. How he inquired about your wanders outside lesson hours, how he proposes to you for long walks down the gardens and shares his thoughts with you, considering you like a longtime companion. He turned towards you with a glint in his eyes, lips parting to reveal a gentle smile. “You know these gardens hold a certain enchantment at this hour. Almost as if they come alive with secrets whispered among the petals.” You found yourself drawn into the captivating enigma that was Gojo Satoru. In the hushed embrace of the late night, the ethereal notes of the piano wafted through the air creating a melodic coming from the lecture room. Entranced, you lingered outside the door, discovering Satoru at the piano with the flickering flame of a lone candle illuminating the room in a mesmerizing dance of shadows. Each keystroke echoed through the room, creating an intimate connection between the pianist and the ethereal atmosphere. A sudden pause in his melody hung in the air as Gojo’s fingers stopped over the keys.

Satoru’s eyes brighten up noticing your presence, quirking an eyebrow. “Well, aren’t you supposed to be resting? It’s late.”

A genuine laugh escapes you shaking your head. “I was about to ask you the same thing. What brings you to the piano at this hour?” You inquired, your voice carrying an inquisitive and warm tone.

“There are times when playing is my sole comfort at times of distress. Night brings out the best in music.” He explains. “Care to join me for a midnight duet?” Seated by his side, you accepted his proposal, surrendering to the magnetic pull of the piano’s keys. The intertwining of your fingers with Gojo’s played upon the ivory keys in an intricate ballet of musical finesse. You marveled at Gojo’s remarkable ability to swiftly grasp the intricacies of the musical composition. In that shared moment, the boundaries between teacher and pupil blurred. This is where you come to a conclusion. Did Satoru intentionally mess around with the keys so that you can still teach him? Your melody came to an end, a tranquil silence enveloping you both. Satoru’s hand gently lifted yours off the piano keys, cradling it in his own while his eyes locked onto yours. A myriad of sentiments courses through you, no this is wrong. Satoru’s eyes flickered upon your form attempting to unravel the intricacies of your thoughts. You yank your hand from Satoru’s grasp, a subtle tension lingering in the air. Satoru beckons for your attention the instant you rise from the seat to exit the room. He clasps your hand as he rises as well, turning you to meet his gaze.

“Gojo.” You utter his name, though Satoru doesn’t let you speak further.

“Listen.” He interjected. “I’m aware of your feelings towards me, it reflects in your eyes. Do you take me for a fool? You feel for me just like I feel for you.” You cannot possibly be in love with Gojo Satoru. With a mortal.

“Gojo, your words are untrue—“

“Satoru.” His gravelly voice says. “Just call me Satoru. Truth to be told, my heart is already your possession.” The exact moment of his lips pressed against yours escapes your notice, while you grasp his firm shoulders reciprocating his kiss. For a brief moment, you forget the inherent impropriety of kissing him in the first place. In his chamber, both of you partially clothed, you were seated on his lap digging your nails deep into his pale skin. While his lips paint your neck with his ardent affections, let yourself surrender to him. Causing you to throw your head back in response to the overwhelming intensity of the act.

The sight before you elicits a genuine scream of horror from you. What unfathomable act have you committed? Your breathe quickened, eyes widened in shock, your gaze penetrating into the falling form of an innocent individual, blood staining the ground. Raising a hand to touch your lips, the weight of realization sink in. You’ve just extinguished the life from an innocent soul with no reason whatsoever. You vocalize in sheer terror at the consequences of your actions, uttering fervent cries until your voice wanes. Simultaneously, a set of arms enfolds you from behind keeping you in place. You persisted your laments even when the arms around you tightened, and a warm breath hitting your neck making your head tilt to the side.

“The moment had arrived for you to taste the crimson elixir of another being. Exquisite, isn’t it?” You’re unable to transcend the impact of his words, ensnared by your inner turmoil. Numbness embraces you in an unshakable trap, falling into his arms with a sense of helplessness. Suguru’s touch is rugged, reckless, and self-centered. You can feel it, by the way he thrusts into your heated body, pushing you forward while his expression remains unreadable. You loathe him. A vehement detestation for him consumes your entire being. To discharge such hatred, you seize his throat whenever the opportunity arises or embed your nails into his back. You resent the intoxicating allure of his blood on your lips, though it doesn’t fill your hunger. Just a deliberate provocation. You knew he hated it when you had control so you did it anyway.

But, Satoru’s touch is different. His touch was tender, exhibiting a delicate and careful softness. He regards you as if you were never been touched by the hands of a man. At that moment, there are tears of pleasure, unlike the previous ones mixed with pain.

“Supernatural Beings?”

“Entrust me with this, Cornelius. How can you explain the unexplained fatalities reported for the past weeks? I fear this transcends the ordinary. We are among supernatural entities.”

Cornelius heaves a weighty sigh leaning back into his chair, in his office with interlocked hands. “Augustus. I implore you to approach this matter with utmost certainty. It is a delicate issue we are discussing.”

Augustus stood from the seat opposite Cornelius, extracting multiple texts from his bag and dispersing them on the table between them. “Blood-drinking creatures reported since the 11th Century in Eastern Europe. Creatures that sustain themselves by feeding on the living.” Augustus trails off. “Hearing, an acute sense of smell, and eyesight akin to wolves. A heart that remains motionless. Superhuman strength. A speed that escapes the human eye. They are deceased creatures, which means they cannot die again making them immortal. And above all, hypnosis.”

“Hypnosis?” Cornelius can't help but inquire at hearing this unfamiliar term.

“The ability to influence and manipulate the will and mind of a human.” Augustus articulates, revealing the disquieting dimension of hypnosis.

Cornelius contemplates his thoughts upon hearing Augustus' words. “Do you truly believe they walk among us?”

“I do, Cornelius. How else can we rationalize the presence of neck wounds on all these victims?” Augustus queries. “A vampire dwells in our midst. We must act swiftly.”

Cornelius maintained a poised demeanor, leaning forward with a steady gaze. “Who do you have in mind?”

“Miss (Y/N).”

“My son’s mentor?” He asks, a perplexed expression crossing his face.

“Miss (Y/N) has arrived from an unknown place we aren’t familiar with. It is evident. She’s been wandering around the world to expand her horrified crimes.”

“Though that doesn’t hold her guilty,” Cornelius interjected between Augustus’s accusations. “There has to be solid proof that Miss (Y/N) is a vampire. We can’t go around pointing fingers without a valid justification.”

Cornelius exhales a heavy sigh. Augustus resumes his seat determination lingering in his eyes. “Cornelius Gojo. My friend. I will prove it to you. I will gather the shreds of evidence to prove Miss (Y/N) is guilty. I won’t let you down.”

“Thamesborough lies in ruins, consumed entirely by flames!”

“Young one, what are you doing! Nothing remains but ashes, flee this scene while you can!”

The words haunt you like a relentless predator, the cruel reality sinking in. The place you once called home reduced to ashes in the merciless grip of the flames. With no refuge to call home and nothing tangible to grasp, a wave of despair surged through your body. An insurmountable force that drowned any hope. Standing at the precipice, you lift your gaze towards the obscure expanse of the night sky, illuminated solely by the ethereal glow of the moon. The breeze caresses your form, orchestrating a delicate dance with each strand of your hair lifted into the wind. With resolve in your heart, and taking measured steps forward into the unknown abyss, you were ready to welcome the embrace of death.

“(Y/N).” The voice that whispers out your name halts your actions, causing you to reconsider your final decision. You pivot on your heels, to meet the one who has called your name with longing lacing in his tone.

“Suguru?”

Suguru adorns a knowing smile you are familiar with, towering with a confident presence that emanates an air of intimidation. “Hello, my love.”

Before you realize it, Suguru enfolds you in his arms. The embrace unfolds with a quiet and unexpected gentleness. The warmth of Suguru’s embrace unleashes a torrent of emotions within you, as you finally succumb to the overwhelming surge, tears steaming freely down your face.

“There’s nothing back there, Suguru. Half of the people are gone. Everything lies in ruins.” You expressed grief. “I have nothing left.”

“Darling, you have me. Cease your tears, for I shall be by your side henceforth.” Suguru speaks with a promise, his words carrying a soothing assurance. With a tender gesture, he aligns your lips with his in a heartfelt kiss. The moon witnesses the act of intimacy between you two.

As he withdraws from the kiss, the absence of his lips leaves a lingering yearning inside you. Then you cast a worried glance back at him. "How did you manage to escape the fire? Are you alright?"

Suguru whispers reassuringly, "Worry not, my love. I am perfectly fine. Yet, there's something I must ask of you."

You are unable to bear the thought of losing him too, so you accept "Anything."

Enshrouded in darkness, the pain is absent. However, when you slowly opened your eyes you were greeted by a pulsating headache that blurred your vision. Startled, you instinctively tried to distance yourself from him. But his vicelike grip on the back of your head stops you from doing so. His bloody wrist was forcefully pressed into your closed mouth, compelling you to open it after futile attempts.

“Don’t hold back now, you have already relished the taste. Feel the craving surge within, urging your very essence to function, makes you want to tear everything down, to annihilate anyone for a mere sip of my blood. Drink. Drink to your heart’s content.” Tears welled up in your eyes while savoring the taste. Suguru's hand traced through your hair, as a comforting gesture as you continued to drink his blood.

“Miss (Y/N), I thought your dancing skills weren’t like any other. How come you can’t catch up with me?” Satoru’s playful tone resonates into the ballroom, his hand resting at the waist while the other grasps your hand, as both of you enter a dance.

“Satoru Gojo. Do not forget I’m older than you, and I’m your mentor.” You scold him playfully, a laugh leaving your lips when he twirls you around. Both of you exchanged smiles while dancing in the empty ballroom.

“You’re right, Miss (Y/N). But I’m not dancing with my mentor right now. I’m dancing with my lover.” A joyous laughter echoes in harmony with the rhythmic movements when Satoru sweeps you off your feet, a blissful connection growing between you. The laughter subsides the moment both of you hear approaching footsteps. The dance halts, and both of you slowly pull away from each other. Mr. and Mrs. Gojo approach both of you with warm smiles.

“Father, Mother.”

“Mr. and Mrs. Gojo.” Both of you offer polite greetings, acknowledging their presence.

“Miss (Y/N). I hope my son isn’t being too much trouble. Otherwise, I will have to scold him.” His mother says a glint of playfulness in her eyes.

“Mother, please. Do not address me as if I was a child.” You laughed as you shook your head, appreciating the playful banter.

“Miss (Y/N).” Mr. Gojo began. “If isn’t much trouble I would like to introduce you to a former friend who has heard of your magnificent skills and would like to make acquaintances.”

“Of course, I will be most delighted.” An older man with chestnut hair strides into the room, an unsettling feeling washes over you as time momentarily seems to freeze when he starts to walk in your direction. Leaving an air of suspense in his wake. Suppressing any lingering unease, you gather yourself and execute a respectful bow in greeting as the older man nears.

“Miss (Y/N). I’m honored to finally meet such a gracious pianist.” He greets you, placing a polite kiss on the back of your hand. His gaze abruptly turns scrutinizing, the intensity of his looks prompts a subtle discomfort within you. “Augustus Radcliffe, pleased to meet you. Pardon my intrusion, I fear you may be getting ill. Your hand is cold. Miss, do you feel alright?”

You discreetly retract your hand as a subtle gesture of reclaiming your personal space. “I’m doing alright, Mr. Radcliffe. I appreciate your concern.”

“Mr. Radcliffe wishes for your presence back at his mansion to discuss matters concerning his oldest daughter and your teaching.” Mrs. Gojo adds, her tone both formal and courteous. “If that is acceptable to you, dear.”

You found yourself accepting Mr. Radcliffe’s proposal though a feeling inside your body made you wish you never did. Inside Mr. Radcliffe’s mansion, the grandeur continues with high ceilings, ornate moldings, and intricate wood paneling. Walls adorned with gorgeous tapestries and family portraits, and furniture crafted from dark wood showcasing detailed carving. Navigating through various rooms, each adorned with dazzling chandeliers casting warm illumination, you become enveloped in the lavish atmosphere of the estate.

“Take a seat, Miss (Y/N). I apologize for summoning you at this late hour. I'm sure you've heard about the unusual criminal activities reported lately, with most of the victims being young ladies, much like yourself.”

You sat there, taking in his words. Your mind running a thousand thoughts. Feigning concern, you respond. “Is that so? How terrible! Are there any leads?” Your tone is measured, concealing the underlying complexity of your thoughts.

Mr. Radcliffe shakes his head solemnly, taking his seat across from you, his gaze briefly flits toward the fireplace, a momentary distraction, before refocusing on you. “Unfortunately no. These crimes are unusual. Nothing like I have seen before.”

“How come?” You inquired.

“All the victims exhibit neck wounds, with fatally penetrating, almost like someone’s teeth have left their mark.” Mr. Radcliffe reveals, his voice trailing off. His gaze became intense and there was a noticeable shift in his demeanor observing you closely, as he was studying you, attempting to discern something from your reactions. “Strange isn’t it?” In return, your gaze locks with his, mirroring the intensity.

“Anyways,” Mr. Radcliffe leans back into his chair, stating. "I do not wish to burden your mind with these discussions at such a late hour. I summoned you to discuss my eldest daughter, who has witnessed your performances and is eager to be your student. I would be profoundly grateful if you consider accepting my offer."

After a brief pause, you nodded. “I accept your offer. Teaching is a passion of mine. Especially when involves students who are eager to learn.”

Mr. Radcliffe nods with a grin. “Would you like a cup of tea? Black? Green tea?”

“Green Tea.” Mr. Radcliffe summons a servant to prepare the beverage for both of you. The entirety of the conversation has left you on edge and made you want to be aware of your every move in front of him. Letting your guard down is not an option in this enigmatic setting. With the arrival of the tea, you delicately take a sip from your cup, mirroring Mr. Radcliffe. Unexpectedly, Mr. Radcliffe’s cup slipped from his fingers, crashing into the floor. Acting out of instinct, he tries to pick up the broken porcelain but in the process, he inches a deep cut on his palm. Startled by, you hasten to his side, kneeling before him to aid him. However, upon seeing the bright crimson run down from his open wound, you hesitated. Mr. Radcliffe noticed your hesitation right away. As if time had slowed down, you react instinctively using your strength to intercept Mr. Radcliffe’s attack by grasping his wrist in time. His hand clutches a sharpened wooden stake, ready to pierce through your heart.

“Die you evil creature—!” Mr. Radcliffe shouts out, his voice full of venom as he tries to break free from your grasp. You easily twist Mr. Radcliffe’s wrist, eliciting a cry of pain from him. The wooden stake slipped from his fingers into the floor. A shrill scream of terror invades your senses, drawing your attention away from Mr. Radcliffe to the sight of his oldest daughter. Terrified by what she witnessed, she flees, rushing to alert others. You rise to your feet and choose to flee without looking back.

Returning to the Gojo mansion, you manage to slip unnoticed, as you pack your belongings. The events at Mr. Radcliffe’s mansion weigh heavily on your mind, and you become unaware of Satoru’s presence standing at your doorway.

“(Y/N)?” He calls for you, his worry evident in his voice. Expressing concern about your early return from Mr. Radcliffe’s mansion, but his worry increases the second he sees you packing your belongings, he enters your room immediately. “What are you doing? What’s wrong?”

Disregarding Gojo’s words, you focused on packing your belongings. You gather your things and walk past him. Before you can proceed further, Satoru grabs your wrist, halting your movements. Preventing you from leaving. Leaving him.

“Let go—“

“Where are you going? What’s wrong? Did something happened? Talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to discuss. Release me.” You assert with a firm tone. However, Satoru remains unfazed his grip on your wrist remaining firm.

“I’m not letting you until you talk to me,” Satoru stated with a determined stance. He decisively turns you around, gripping your shoulders with a firm hold.

“I need to go, alright? I cannot tell you the reason why. It’s complicated, you wouldn’t understand.”

“Then help me understand.” Satoru implores, frustration coloring his voice. “Don’t you see it will kill me if you walk out this door and never come back?” The desperation in his words echoes the intensity of his emotions, laying bare the fear of losing you.

You shake your head stubbornly, determined to resist. You shake off his grip on your shoulders, creating a tangible distance between you and Satoru. “I do not have time for this.” But when you turn to leave once more, Satoru, in a moment of desperation, embraces you from behind. His actions filled with a sense of urgency, as if trying to prevent your departure.

“I love you.” He confesses, burying his head into your hair. “I love you and I cannot live without you.” The sincerity in his words hurts you. Deep down, you knew you didn’t deserve him.

“You cannot love me. You don’t know a single thing about me.”

“I cannot let you go.” Satoru insists dismissing your previous words, his words carrying a tone of determination. “So, whatever reason you’re leaving, I will help you.” He is willing to support you, attempting to bridge the gap and provide his protection.

Frustration wells up as you heard his words. You free yourself from his embrace, releasing your belongings. Turning around to face him, you express your exasperation. “You don’t know a thing about me. You believe this is love, but it’s not. You’re young and naive.”

Satoru, frustrated by your words, visibly reacts to your assertion. “I’m sure about my love. And I won’t let you go without a fight.”

You let out a groan, impulsively hitting Satoru on his chest and pushing him back. “I’m a monster!” With a raised voice, you confess.

Confused by your words, Satoru mumbles, “A monster?” The revelation has caught him off guard as he grapples with the unexpected confession you’ve shared.

“I’m a monster that’s about to be hunted down. And I cannot drag you with me!” A heavy silence lingers after your confession. Despite the revelation, Satoru remains steadfast.

“I don’t care. If you’re a monster, If the world is against you. I will remain by your side.”

In a sudden burst of intensity, you push Satoru against the wall with a harsh force. The transformation is swift as you reveal your true form— a terrified vampire. Your fangs elongate and your eyes turn a menacing shade of red. A heavy silence settles in the room as your true form is unveiled before Satoru. Shock registers on his face but after a moment that feels like an eternity, he raises his hand to gently rest it against your cheek. Despite your attempts to frighten him, he remains unfazed. His tender touch communicates a depth of love that suppresses any apprehension.

Anger fuels your voice as you demand, “Why aren’t you scared of me?” The question hangs in the air, frustrated at Satoru’s lack of fear. “It doesn’t matter if you love me. Love isn’t enough. They know I’m a vampire, and they will soon hunt me down.” You declare, a somber undertone in your words, releasing your hold on Satoru, stepping back.

Satoru gazes down at you, determination gleaming in his eyes. Without wavering, he took hold of your hand and said. “Let’s go.”

The haunting sounds of horses and carriages echo through the air as you and Satoru dash into the obscurity of the night. In the distance, you can see the flickering light of torches revealing the presence of pursuers.

The voices from afar approached with each passing moment, the resonant chants weaving through the nocturnal air. Bereft of luminance, the constant challenge to discern a path grew to be impossible, wandering through the night in a desperate bid to vanish from everyone’s eyesight. As your knees faltered, betraying your resolve, the disquieted voice of your companion punctuated your hearing promptly aiding you in regaining your balance. Together, both went off once again to part through the obscure setting. Opting to halt, you grasped your partner’s shoulders seizing him in place and locking eyes with him, a trace of surrender in your voice as you spoke.

“Run. I shall create a distraction.” You conveyed breathlessly. Despite your urgency, he remains obstinate, refusing to heed your words, and his grip on your hips tightens. Wearing now a solemn demeanor.

“I shan't forsake you!" He confesses fervently, indifferent to the fact he may be heard. “Let them come. I have told you. I’m willing to stand by your side to the very end. Even if it kills me.”

“Satoru.” You implored at his reckless behavior, feeling yourself being cornered to a wall. Your hands ascended laying upon his face caressing his engaging features, sensing every detail of his, your fingertips trembling with anticipation. “Will you really stay by my side to the very end?” You remark his statement, hoping his words are true.

Casting down his gaze he nods silently using a hand to gently guide your form closer. With his lips inches mere inches away from yours. He breathes, “Until my final breath.” The sincerity in his words permeates the air, his gaze encircling you with myriad emotions, pure determination among them. Resisting him seems futile now, he stands before you and prepares to risk it all for you. Until the very end? Very well, so let it be. With a final gaze upon your companion your hands ensnare the sides of his head abruptly snapping it sideways with a creaking sound, his form collapsing like a marionette. A moment lingers as you fixate on his figure before raising your gaze to the cloudy atmosphere. Observing how the clouds part to unveil the imminent full moon, bestowing it light the once-obscure setting bathed with an intense luminosity.

“I’m sorry, my love. For sharing this burden of mine with you.”

“Stop!” Mr. Radcliffe’s commanding voice echoes through the night, ordering his coachman to halt the carriage. The screech of brakes pierces the air as the vehicle comes to a stop. Mr. Radcliffe’s eyes were pinned on a figure standing at the side of the road, their presence immediately capturing his focus. Mr. Radcliffe disembarked from his carriage, dragging his lantern along for investigation. With Lantern in his hand, he cast its light to unveil the face of the mysterious figure. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he recognized the son of his dear friend Cornelius. He reached his side, as he clasped his shoulder in one hand.

“Son, what brings you here? Haven’t you heard? Your mentor, Miss (Y/N) is a bloody vampire. We are getting all the help we need at this late hour. If you’ve seen her, run.” Mr. Radcliffe found it odd that Satoru remained undisturbed by his words almost as if he knew everything. Not a single word escaped from his lips; he merely cast a stoic glance back at Mr. Radcliffe.

“Miss (Y/N)? A vampire?”

“Yes. That’s why we must take matters into our hands. Strike her through her heart for her unforgivable crimes. For terrorize our people. That’s why, son. You must go, isn’t safe out here.” Satoru yanks Mr. Radcliffe‘s grip off him, his expression still an enigma. Mr. Radcliffe instinctively steps back, his body responding to a perceived threat. Satoru looms over the older man, a fire lingering in his now scarlet eyes.

“You’re right, Mr. Radcliffe. Isn’t safe.” A shrill scream left Mr. Radcliffe’s lungs the second Satoru unveiled his immense fangs and his once clear blue eyes morphed into an intense shade of scarlet red. His anguished sounds filled the air as Satoru’s fangs forcefully penetrated his skin, leaving him in a state of utter helplessness.

Upon seeing Satoru again, his white blouse was now drenched in fresh blood and his mouth bore the telltale signs of the crimson aftermath.

“Did you killed him?”

“I killed them all.” He confessed, his voice void of remorse.

With conflicted feelings, you observe Satoru’s thirst intensify over time, his hunger persisting without fulfillment. You’ve experienced it firsthand, you understood it as part of the transformation. Yet it pierces you deeply. Your own selfish wishes have led to the creation of a monster. You claimed you loved him, but you’ve turned him into a merciless killer. The weight of that realization weighs heavily on your conscience. The strong scent suddenly leads you to your shared chamber. As you step inside, a disconcerting sight unfolds before you. Satoru, with his arms wrapped around an unconscious woman, while his tongue leisurely licks the remaining blood off her drenched, crimson neck. While relishing her taste, he cast a glance back at you with a smile, a provocative gesture for you to join him.

“Would you like to join me, darling?” You stand there in silence as he extends the invitation.

“We have to go.” You stated, breaking the lingering silence with a resolute pronouncement.

Within the confines of Mr. Radcliffe’s secret chamber, you and Satoru stand, observing the fruits of his labor accumulated over an extended period. The room is filled with articles, and ancient texts detailing possible vampire sightings, along with myths and tales. Delving further, you uncover a concealed sanctuary housing an arsenal of vampire-killing weapons that comes into view. Stakes shaped in distinctive forms, from wooden gun stakes to knife-like stakes are meticulously arranged. Reflecting Mr. Radcliffe’s dedicated commitment to eradicating the vampire bloodline. Your thoughts came to a stop by the unmistakable scent of blood emanating from Satoru. Shooting him a sideways glare, you express your disapproval.

“Have you been drinking again before coming here?” You inquire, your voice carrying a tense undertone.

However, Satoru dismisses your words not meeting your gaze. “Why would that matter?”

“It matters!” You exclaim, pushing his shoulder with a harsh force. “You lack control.”

Satoru finally locks eyes with you, casting a disdainful glance downward. “Darling, aren’t you being a hypocrite right now?” He posits, challenging you with a pointed query.

“What?”

“Ever since your arrival, you went into a spree of murder claiming the lives of my people. You lack the moral high ground to pass judgment on me when you are a perpetrator of bloodshed. Yet I remained indifferent upon learning your transgressions, turning a blind eye to your sins. That’s because I love you. I love you with a fervor that borders on madness.” He confesses to you, his heart on his hand. That’s not what really happened.

“Satoru—“

“Well, darling I can say your likes are rather unique. A privileged scion in the prime of his twenties. Aren’t my affections enough?”

You found yourself in a state of immobility when the familiar voice reached your ears, sending chills down your spine. Stopping your words, your throat dry. In a synchronized motion, you and Satoru turn on your heels, as the formidable figure of Suguru comes into view. Time grinds to a halt, your words hanging while a tangible fear crystallizes in the depths of your eyes. Before the syllables of his name could escape your lips, the sheer power of his grip held you hostage, propelling your form against the wall with unparalleled force. A pained gasp escaping your lips, your hands instinctively clutch at his grip, a desperate attempt to liberate yourself from its unrelenting clasp.

“(Y/N)!“

“I specifically instructed you to only indulge in drinking, not turning others into vampires. Why you must rebel against me?” He spouted out, his voice steeped in simmering ire, tightening his hold on your throat.

“Suguru, you don’t understand—“ you tried to speak through pained gasps but his tightness stopped you from doing so.

“What’s there to understand? You disobeyed me. Rebelled against my authority. Have my benevolence not been abundant for you? You ungrateful—” His words abruptly cease, supplanted by an anguished cry when a wooden pierced through his shoulder, inflicting profound pain. Releasing your hold on you, you slumped into the ground desperately gasping for air. As Suguru turns around, he directs a glance saturated with murderous intent toward Satoru, his eyes ablaze with a palpable threat.

“Look what we have here. The fledgling vampire who fancies himself brave.” Suguru sneers. “What you fail to comprehend, boy, is that I stand as an original vampire, borne of pure blood. The first in three centuries. It will require more than a mere stake to kill me!”

You’re struck with horror as Suguru launches Satoru across the room with great force. As he nonchalantly extracts the wooden stake from his shoulder, looming against his fallen form.

“Satoru!!”

Before Suguru could drive the stake into Satoru’s heart, impulsively you went to grasp his wrist firmly. “Stop! Suguru, don’t kill him I beg you!”

Suguru scoffs, and shoves you away, attempting to pierce Satoru’s heart once again. However, you intervene just in time, redirecting the trajectory of his attack as you stab his wounded shoulder making him dismiss his attack on Satoru, his stake piercing Satoru’s shoulder instead. Satoru grimaces in great pain, clutching at his injured shoulder. Suguru ascends to his feet, his resolve unwavering. He drives his attention back to you, backing you against the wall.

“Suguru, please stop this—! Don’t you see what have we become? Monsters! We have become monsters!”

“Yes I’m a monster aren’t I? I’m the same monster who murdered my father, I’m the same monster who compelled the citizens to set the town on fire for the same reason that I couldn’t stand the existence of mortals. Because my father was a mortal. They are the real monsters driven by avarice! I’m a monster for using you in your most vulnerable moment to selfishly turn you into a vampire so I don’t get to spend the rest of eternity alone. Leaving bloody traces everywhere I follow you. I’m selfish and ruthless, not caring about anyone but myself. But you see, you became my purpose. Otherwise, I would have driven a stake through my heart and died alongside you that night. However, I didn’t. Since I felt we could have a second chance together.”

“Even if it means living as monsters?” You cried out.

“Monsters? Monsters, you said? Don’t be such a hypocrite, my love. When you were oblivious to the fact I was the one who compelled those citizens to lose their minds. You hated the mortals. You hate them for burning down your dear hometown. You saw all of them as mad-mans. Selfish human beings. We aren’t the real monsters. They are. You enjoy blood. You enjoy the taste of it. You enjoy how it unfolds within your body. You’re just as bad as I am. But at least I didn’t break our pact. You vow to me that you will stay by my side! You promised! Did that commitment escape your memory? Have you neglected the vow you made? I loved you, (Y/N). I still love you. Why is so hard to comprehend?”

Indignant tears trace down your visage, the weight of Suguru’s words inflicting a visceral pain within you.

“You knew that I loved you. And you used that against me! Use it to your advantage, manipulate me for 20 years! Running away from you for 20 bloody years! How dare you talk about your vow when you hurt me first! You claim to love me! Your love is poison, killing me slowly with your displays!”

Then you and Satoru dart through the obscure night, attempting to escape Suguru’s relentless pursuit. Yet he managed to catch up, launching himself at Satoru with seething ire running down his veins, his red eyes brighter than ever. In horror, you watch the two men engaging in a primal fight for the possession of your love.

“Suguru,” you softly utter his name, your voice carrying a hint of concern. “Your wound seems to be nearing healing. Why haven’t you returned home yet?” You ask the man resting on the mistress, a patient expression coloring your features.

Suguru rest in silence, before speaking. “I have no inclination to return just yet. I would rather stay longer by your side.” A gentle smile adorns your lips as you tenderly run your fingers through his gorgeous black hair. He captures your hand stopping your movements, his lips bruising against the back of it.

“I’m aware our time together is short, but I found myself wondering if you can ever consider staying by my side?”

A soft chuckle escapes your lips before you nod. “Always.”

Your heart weeps from an unbearable pain, everything within you hurts. Your thoughts are shrouded in a dense numbness while the weight of years of guilt now catches up with you. You bear the guilt for being Geto’s salvation, the very purpose that animates his existence. Along with the guilt for being Satoru’s obsession for making him abandon his former life and turn himself into a remorseless killer captivated by the taste of blood. For falling in love with him and turning him into a vampire solely for the refuge you sought. The remorse for not being present when Suguru discovered his father’s heinous act, executing a horrific revenge upon innocent people. This guilt is not a mere feeling, but a punishment, gradually devouring you completely. Tears clouded your sight, after witnessing the two men who you dearly loved locked in a battle for your heart. The moon glows brighter than ever, reminiscent of the night when you underwent the process of becoming a vampire, just like the night when Satoru underwent the same fate as you. Contemplating the stolen stake in your hand, you reached a definitive decision. With quivering hands, you impale the stake through your heart. Your senses shut down, the world around you fading into a silent void, with deaf ears indifferent to the desperate shouts of the men upon witnessing your form descend into the abyss while you willing surrender into the cold embrace of death.

But you never did, didn’t you?

The massive flames obscure your eyesight, as the mansion becomes an ephemeral mirage, swallowed by the relentless blaze. Everything vanishes into thin air. A silent vow was made between you three. A solemn commitment to erase all vestiges of vampire lore. So that the existence of vampires rests in the realms of fiction only. Even if it means traveling to the farthest corners of the world. While the three of you ended the lineage of vampires, ensuring its extinction once and for all

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Author’s Note: Who do you think you had more chemistry with? For those who are wondering, you and Suguru turn vampires when you were 23. In Satoru’s case, he was 20. Thanks for everyone for giving my story a chance! I appreciate the support, let me know if you guys want to be tagged on chapter 2 of Vendetta!

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[acharyaganesh123]

 Celestial Chronicles: Navigating the Planets in Houses

The cosmos has long held a profound fascination for humanity, and throughout history, various cultures have sought to understand the celestial bodies and their influence on our lives. In the realm of astrology, the arrangement of planets in houses of the natal chart is a key factor in decoding the cosmic blueprint of an individual. In this exploration of "Celestial Chronicles," we delve into the intricate dance of planets within the astrological houses, unraveling the cosmic narrative written in the stars.

Unveiling the Cosmic Tapestry

Imagine the natal chart as a celestial map, each house representing a unique sector of life and each planet a celestial storyteller weaving its narrative across these domains. The first house, often associated with the self, personality, and appearance, serves as the stage where the cosmic drama unfolds. As planets take their positions in the various houses, they impart their distinct energies and influence on different aspects of an individual's life.

The Ascendant: Gateway to the Cosmos

At the helm of the astrological journey is the Ascendant, marking the beginning of the first house. This point on the ecliptic at the time of one's birth acts as the lens through which the individual perceives the world. The placement of planets in proximity to the Ascendant shapes the outer expression of the self and sets the tone for the cosmic symphony within.

Planetary Players: A Celestial Ensemble

Each planet is a character with its own traits and tendencies. The fiery Mars brings passion and drive, while the expansive Jupiter bestows growth and abundance. The mysterious allure of Pluto delves into transformation and rebirth, and the harmonious Venus graces relationships with beauty and love. As these planetary players move through the houses, they create a celestial tapestry, unique to each individual.

Houses as Cosmic Arenas

The twelve houses represent distinct arenas of life, from the personal and familial realms to career, spirituality, and beyond. Planets entering these houses cast their cosmic influence, shaping the narrative of one's journey. For example, a planet in the fourth house may illuminate themes related to home, roots, and family dynamics, while one in the seventh house could signify significant partnerships and relationships.

Navigating Celestial Transits

The ever-changing positions of planets in the houses create celestial transits, marking key periods of growth, challenge, and transformation. Understanding these transits provides insights into the ebb and flow of life's cosmic currents. Whether it be the intense energy of a Mars transit or the expansive possibilities of a Jupiter transit, these celestial events offer opportunities for self-discovery and evolution.

Astrological Synthesis: Blending Energies

An astrological analysis goes beyond individual planets and houses, exploring the intricate web of aspects and connections between them. Planetary aspects, such as conjunctions, squares, and trines, add layers of complexity to the cosmic narrative, revealing the interplay of energies that shape an individual's destiny.

Conclusion: Embracing the Celestial Symphony

"Celestial Chronicles: Navigating the Planets in Houses" invites us to embark on a journey through the cosmos within. It encourages us to decipher the celestial script that unfolds in the unique alignment of planets and houses in our natal charts. As we navigate the cosmic symphony, we gain a deeper understanding of ourselves, our relationships, and the profound connection between the microcosm of our lives and the vastness of the universe. In the dance of planets and houses, we find a celestial harmony that echoes the intricacies of our own existence.

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“The Meyersons of Meryton”: A Review

Description:

When a new family, thought to be associated with the House of Rothschild arrives in Meryton, a chain of events are set in place that threaten the betrothal of Miss Elizabeth Bennet to her beloved Mr. Darcy. Rabbi Meyerson and family are received at Longbourn. This inconvenience leads to misfortune, for when the rabbi disappears from the quiet market town, Mr. Bennet follows dutifully in his path. Her father’s sudden departure shadowed by the Wickhams’ unannounced arrival has Elizabeth judging not only her reactions to these tumultuous proceedings but her suitability as the future Mistress of Pemberley. A sensible woman would give her hand in marriage without a second thought. Can Elizabeth say goodbye forever to the one man who has captured her heart? The Meyersons of Meryton is a Pride and Prejudice variation. The narrative introduces Jewish characters and history to the beloved novel and, although there are some adult themes, this is an inspirational and clean read.

Author Bio:

Mirta Ines Trupp is a second generation Argentine; she was born in Buenos Aires in 1962 and immigrated to the United States that same year. Because of the unique fringe benefits provided by her father’s employer- Pan American Airlines- she returned to her native country frequently- growing up with "un pie acá y un pie allá" (with one foot here and one foot there).

Mirta's fascination with Jewish history and genealogy, coupled with an obsession for historical period drama, has inspired her to create unique and enlightening novels. She has been a guest speaker for book clubs, sisterhood events, genealogy societies and philanthropic organizations. Sharing her knowledge of Jewish Argentina has become her passion.

Besides being an avid novel reader, she has had a lifelong love for choral music and is a devoted Beatles fan. Follow Mirta on Amazon, Goodreads, Instagram, and BookBub or stop by her blog: www.mirtainestruppauthor.com

 My Thoughts:

Nearly two months ago (again, apologies for this taking so long!) Mirta Ines Trupp invited me to read and review her books, “Celestial Persuasion,” and “The Meyersons of Meyerton.” You can read my review of the former…now here are my thoughts on the latter! I loved it – not to give anything away, it picks up where Austen’s “Pride and Prejudice” left off and takes the reader on a very different adventure. We step out of the drawing rooms and picturesque gardens, and follow Elizabeth, Darcy, and company as they take an active role in assisting Great Britain during the ongoing war. Again, I was introduced to a part of history I’m not familiar with. I’m familiar with Austen’s books and many events from that time period, but when it comes to the war, I’m fairly clueless. I like what was done with Elizabeth and Darcy – it captured Austen’s characters beautifully, while reflecting they learned their lessons from before and still have more to learn, but through the events of the story, they learn together.  

We are also introduced to the Meyersons, a Jewish family who moves to Meryton and I just fell head over heels in love with them. I’m going to publicly beg the author to write a book starring one of their daughters or sons – I enjoyed them that much and want to see them again. Mr. and Mrs. Meyerson are a fantastic couple; they have a beautiful relationship and they love each other. Again, faith is woven through out and there are many discussions and comparisons of religious beliefs, but everything is respectful and realistic. This is a clean read, the romance is sweet and keeps in step of customs and religious beliefs of the time.

I highly recommend “The Meyersons of Meryton.” I know you’ll like it as much as I did.

[alectoperdita]

Lucifer is the perfect storm of all my favorite tropes and narrative kinks.

Beauty and the beast dynamic. Check. Driven, hypercompetent Detective partnered with a dashing but goofball-at-heart civilian consultant ala Castle. Check. All the identity porn and reveal you can want from the best superhero canons [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]. Check check check.

Maybe you're into angst? Can I interest you in a helping of "immortal being older than the Earth itself falls in love with a mortal and will probably continue to love her for an eternity after she dies" [6] [7] [8]? Did I mention there's the added wrinkle of said immortal being becoming a lot less immortal around his favorite mortal and can even be killed with conventional human weapons [9] [10]? You bet there's all sorts of hurt/comfort and whump fic in this fandom [11] [12]!

It's not all existential, heartbreaking angst though.

There are redemption arcs [13] [14] abound! (None for you, Pierce, you can fuck right off)

We have immortals learning how to human [15] [16] [17].

Cute, precocious kid winning over the most badass of demons [18] [19] [20] [21].

Family drama on a celestial scale [22] [23] [24].

Canon is literally wingfic.

Don't worry, Lucifer fandom's got you covered on all the kinks too [25] [26] [27] [28] [29] [30] [31]. Because Lucifer is a pansexual fallen angel who just wants everyone to have a fun, consensual sexy time.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

Full list of fics recced under the cut

[1] some infinitely gentle (infinitely suffering) thing by wollfgang

[2] Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea by spirantization

[3] Shades by PandaInTheStars

[4] Heaven Talks But Not To Me by petrichorishly

[5] It’s Only Me by mishasan7

[6] That’s How You Know by NotOneLine

[7] After All This Turns to Ash by flutterflap & theleafpile

[8] Your Smile Makes My Soul Shine by ObliObla

[9] Detour (with Jigsaw Puzzles) by HiroMyStory

[10] Sanguine Heart by FluffyGlitterPantsDragon

[11] Motel California by Arlome

[12] Castaway by ariaadagio

[13] Five Times Charlotte Mothered Angels and One Time She Didn’t by dino76

[14] i am but waiting for you (just round the corner) by wollfgang

[15] Ghosts Aren’t Allowed Eggnog by spirantization

[16] Home for the Hell-idays by PandaInTheStars

[17] What’s This? by NotOneLine

[18] Invocare by Phantomhill

[19] the nicest angel you have by GabbyD

[20] Plan L by vericus

[21] Full of Possibility by PixelByPixel

[22] And There Was Light by ariaadagio

[23] Carry On, My Wayward Son by Antarctic_Echoes

[24] Devil’s Trap by ElenaCee

[25] everything in the way i love you has nothing to do with me by namedawesome

[26] Hurts so Good by EmilyHoyt

[27] Radio Silence by FearTheSpork

[28] Toys by astolat

[29] Infernal Itch by Orchidaexa

[30] Work for idle hands to do by evenhisfacewasanalias

[31] Only to You by ObliObla 

[twistedtummies2]

The Devils I Know - Number 4

Welcome to “The Devils I Know!” For this spooky time of year, from now till Halloween, I’ll be counting down My Top 31 Depictions of the Devil, from movies, television, video games, and more! The end of the countdown draws ever nearer. Today’s Devil proves you can’t judge a fallen angel by his cover. Number 4 is…Tom Ellis, from Lucifer.

Earlier in the list, I discussed two different DC screen versions of Lucifer: Peter Stormare in “Constantine,” and Gwendolyn Christie from “Sandman.” As I said with both of them earlier, I don’t really know much about DC’s Lucifer in the comics, so I have no idea how well either of them portray the character as depicted in said comics. However, sandwiched between both of those versions is a show that, at first, I honestly didn’t even realize WAS based on the DC version. Once I did, naturally, that only made things all the more intriguing. That version is the one played by Tom Ellis in the TV series simply and aptly called “Lucifer.”

“Lucifer,” the show, is a supernatural crime/mystery series, somewhat similar to shows like “Sleepy Hollow” or “Supernatural.” The plot focuses on Lucifer Morningstar, the Devil himself – played by Tom Ellis – who has basically decided to leave Hell and is sticking around on Earth. A chance encounter with a police detective, Chloe Decker, leads to Lucifer becoming the resident Sherlock Holmes of the local police department: a special consulting detective, whom they call on for particularly odd or difficult cases. From that point on, Lucifer embarks on many adventures, helping Chloe and her team solve mortal crimes, while at the same time dealing with “family matters” of the divine and cosmic. Within the same episode, he may face a human serial killer and an angry angel or rogue demon. The show, itself, is just a masterwork. These kinds of series tend to be hit or miss for me, and I’m not sure why. But Lucifer hits a good balance in its tone, style, and storytelling that I really love. A big part of what makes the show work, as you might expect, is Tom Ellis as Lucifer himself. Ellis’ Devil is NOT a villain protagonist, as you might expect, but rather a misunderstood anti-hero. While Lucifer is certainly not the greatest guy in the world – he has an ego the size of the Sun (fitting for a man named “Morningstar,” I suppose), and lives for the present with all of its deadly sins and vices – a constant running theme in the show is that he is NOT an evil man. He simply gets a bad rap because of the mixture of who he is and the job he’s been forced to do. His duty is to PUNISH evil, and make no mistake, he takes intense delight out of doing so; he can be quite sadistic and he feels genuine rage at the follies of man and how often they blame him for their own mistakes. But he is not evil himself; he doesn’t tempt humans to destruction, he doesn’t lead them on with false promises. Even when it comes to good ol’ fashioned Faustian pacts, he makes it clear that it’s all the person’s choice and he never gives them less or more than they demanded. As the show goes on, Lucifer becomes an increasingly rich character. From his relationships with the other characters in the series to the way his personal life develops as he deals with increasingly more challenging issues, both in the mortal and celestial realms, he continues to grow and shift, all while keeping basic ideals close to the heart. Among them is his sense of humor: Lucifer is HILARIOUS, both the show and the character. A big part of the humor for the Devil himself comes from the fact that…well…as he, himself, many times points out, he NEVER tries to hide the fact he’s the Devil. At all. He doesn’t change his name, he doesn’t do anything to pretend he’s anything but what he was, he’s ALWAYS making it clear that’s who he is. Which makes it kind of hilarious whenever anybody realizes he’s not joking and he’s not crazy, he’s totally serious. It leads to drama, too, but for me it mostly makes me laugh how they always react with, “OMG, you’re ACTUALLY Satan?!” and what else can he say but, “I’VE BEEN TELLING YOU THAT ALL THIS TIME!” Of course, much of what makes all this great goes to Ellis as a performer. He captures every moment perfectly, from Lucifer’s more zany, eccentric, whimsical moments – I feel like this is what you’d get if The Master from Doctor Who had their own show – to the points where his inner vulnerability shows, to even the scenes where he has to remind people, “I’m the literal Devil, DON’T F*CK WITH ME.” Whether he’s being charming, frightening, or downright hilarious, he definitely creates one of the greatest Devils in TV history, if not THE greatest of the same. I actually feel kind of bad for leaving him out of the Top 3…but hopefully those three above him will not greatly disappoint.

Tomorrow, we enter the Top 3! HINT: Don’t clown around with this Devil!

[astrolovecosmos]

House Stelliums: The Basics

House Stelliums (3 or 4 planets &/or celestial bodies in a house) tend to have a contradictory influence. Some planets can have a contrasting energy. House Stelliums tend to set a theme for life-long struggles or impactful, memorable challenges - the character building kind.

A House Stellium with a majority of personal planets feels touchable, as in the environment around immediate reactions and identity are comfortable in certain themes. e.g. Sun, Moon, and Mars in the 4th is no stranger to family drama or complications, introspection, reflection, or domestic life.

A House Stellium with a majority of outer planets may find the House almost abstract. Its themes not a setting for interaction and personality but deeper connections or understandings, growth, and if transpersonal planets such as Jupiter or Saturn lessons, beliefs, long-standing decisions, and maturity. 

A House Stellium with asteroids can feel like a whisper that heightens the themes of the House. Chiron or Juno in the 7th emphasizing the conflicting nature around wants and needs in relationships and socialization.

A House Stellium in an angled House (1st, 4th, 7th, 10th) or involving the Nodes should never be overlooked. These are areas of the chart that symbolize some of the most important parts of personality, growth, and interaction with others and the world.

Learn more about House Stelliums here.