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ancestorsalive · 9 months

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This illustration is labeled "Peruchty. perychty, peruty na Podřipsku," Figure 21 in a book on Czech festivals by Zíbrt, Čeněk. Veselé chvíle v životě lidu českého. Czechia: Nákl. F. Šimačka, 1910.

"The bahby are coming!"

Czech guisers as old women carrying brooms during the Winternights festival, between Christmas and Feast of the Epiphany. Here the pagan and christian customs syncretize and converge, with masked processions, songs, rites, and play. Past posts discuss the Perchten who are active in southern German-speaking regions, especially Austria, with masks of the Old Goddess Perchta, races, and masquerades. The Czechs had their version of this celebration, with a variety of names for the (sometimes demonized) goddess [ch prounounced kh, not like in "choice"]:

"Perchta, Perechta, Peruchta, Parychta, Šperechta. Mainly South Bohemian folklore today knows Perechta as a mare, made of linen, a klibna (see next), which goes around the buildings at Christmas and Shrove Tuesday. The North Bohemian and Moravian folk tradition has preserved under the name Perechty, Šperechty the image of a female monster who goes around and threatens women who pass on Thursdays, children who do not fast or are naughty. Thus we distinguish Perechty (Peruchty), monstrous figures, prowling and haunting, and Perechty, masqueraders disguised as mares.

Čeněk gives detailed description of the varying customs and costumes, masks and rites, in different locales of Czechia. Often a chalice or goblet was carried, or very commonly brooms, which masqueraders used to sweep out rooms in the houses they visit (and demand pastries, food, and drink from), also sweeping benches, tables, shelves, stoves. Sometimes they swept the stove, in order to remove malign and impure influences for the coming year. All the while they are singing about baking, brewing, and goose in the oven. Or the procession carries brewers' vessels, malt, mixing bowls, and sometimes plasters the walls using their brooms.

"In Western Europe, especially among the Germans, the Feast of the Three Kings (Berchtentag) was personified as the supernatural being Berchta, Perchta, who is also known to the Slavs and neighboring Germans. [Omitting embedded footnotes, for which see link.] Peruta, Parychta, in Moravia Šperechta, near Slovenia Pehtra baba, Vehtra baba.

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"In 1861, W. Wattenbach found a manuscript from the 15th century in the castle library in Fulnek in Moravia (from 1418) a guide to writing letters, compiled in Jihlava by an unknown schoolmaster, called »Candela rhetoricae«... [He refers to] the parable of the ghostly Perchta, who is said to have a golden head, pewter eyes, copper ears, an iron nose, a silver beard (moustache?) and a leaden neck.) [This concurs with German traditions recorded by Jacob Grimm in the early 19th century, of "Percht with the Iron Nose," who is also long-toothed, like the Baba Yaga, and often her teeth are also iron.

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"It can be seen how the name Perchta generalized in the folk tradition at that time and was added to the folk tradition.+) >She walks like Perchta, Paryta«, i.e. proudly, about a strong, stout, haughty woman, but sometimes also taken in the sense of dejected, mournfully flabby...

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"In German mythology, the name originally sounded like this in Old German Perahta, later it was softened into Berchta, Bertha. Its proper meaning was: 'Shining, great, noble, graceful.' This fabulous being, similar or quite identical to Frau Holda, occurs precisely in the Upper German countries where she (Holda) stops, namely in Swabia, Alsace, Switzerland, Bavaria and Austria; part of the Franks and Durinci know Perchta and Holda side by side, at least there are boundaries between the two.)

"According to the meaning of the word, Perchtha was originally a benevolent, joy-bringing goddess; but it is rarely presented as such, usually the horrible nature is pointed out. [In other words, she became demonized] She acts as a scary character and a bully scaring children. In fairy tales about Perchta, the bad meaning prevails, as well as the good meaning about Holda.

"Their identity can also be seen from, among other things, the fact that they both circumambulate the twelve days between Christmas, with which in the beginning of the Middle Ages the Christian New Year began in some places, and the Feast of the Epiphany, but for Percht among the Germans there is a special day at the end of this period, the day Perchtin (Perchtag, Percht-abend) established.

"Perchta, like Holda (according to German legends), watches over ancestors or laundresses [also newborns, especially unbaptized ones], and whatever she finds unspun on the last day of the year, she spoils it. [Since the Old Goddess ruled spinning , custom decreed that the last of the flax or wool be spun off before her holyday, or else. The following tradition is probably an adaptation of Christian fasting customs:]

"According to ancient custom, her celebration must be celebrated with porridge and fish. Anyone who has eaten other foods on her day will have their stomach cut open, filled with chopped meat [or straw, according to Grimm] and sewn up again with a hoe instead of a needle and a chain instead of threads. That's why in Moravia, somewhere on Christmas Day, they [the Perahty masqueraders] haunt children, if they don't observe the fast and eat something before dinner, by beating them.

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rjschoicesstuff · 1 month

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from [♡~OC Asks~♡]

for ripley: 🧿Do they have a superstition or belief? Such as "black cats bring bad luck", belief in ghosts, tarot, crystals, meditation, etc. (<- additionally, does she develop any after being turned?) 🔪Say they were put in a classic 80s slasher/horror setting, who would they be? {Example: The killer. The dude who dies first. Etc.}

for rex: 🎀Do they have something they collect? {Stamps, rocks, stickers, etc} 🍋Do you have a song that you associate with them?

nsfw for either/both: 🐹What "pet" names do they like being used for them? {Babe, Kitten, Puppy, Mutt, etc.}

thank you 💐

Thank you for sending questions!

For Ripley:

🧿Do they have a superstition or belief? Such as "black cats bring bad luck", belief in ghosts, tarot, crystals, meditation, etc. (<- additionally, does she develop any after being turned?)

Ripley genuinely believes in aliens, like she'll fight ppl on that LOL, she used to just like vaguely believe in certain cryptids and supernatural creatures, like sorta like where she doesn't Really believe, but she enjoys acting like it's real anyway, if that makes sense? Once she learns vampires exist she 100% thinks there gotta be more out there tho. She will force Cas and Gabe to go look for werewolves with her lol.

I loveee that u asked about after she was turned because YES!! I'm still working out the whole situation with the ley lines, but as of now it's that as soon as the Creator started dying, some of the energy he absorbed from the leylines, went into her. And Ripley experienced this as like this warm power that Wanted her to survive and in that brief moment soothed her and made her feel like she was going to be okay and she was going to survive this and she did well. And soon after waking up she feels this energy stayed with her and guides her. And she believes the leylines are like alive and some sort of deity/entity basically.

Idk there's more but I really wanna sit down and think it all over sometime and give it it's own post once I've made up my mind, because I don't like having to go back and be like 'um actually forget about all this' hahah

🔪Say they were put in a classic 80s slasher/horror setting, who would they be? {Example: The killer. The dude who dies first. Etc.}

The first person who dies probably lol 😭

🐹What "pet" names do they like being used for them? {Babe, Kitten, Puppy, Mutt, etc.}

I think in general she's v neutral about pet names, I feel like being called angel would make her feel some type of way but idk if anyone would call her that tho LOL

And anything that's more like feminine I think she would like, she loves beign referred to as 'my girl' and stuff too, idk if that necessarily counts as a pet name but yeah.

I feel like because Cas rarely actually calls her by her name she sometimes explicitly asks him to call her Ripley.

For Rex:

🎀Do they have something they collect? {Stamps, rocks, stickers, etc}

I can see her collecting seashells and pretty stones maybe hehe

I think in the present time she might still have an appreciation for cool weapons, but I feel like in the future she might want to sorta distance herself from anything like weapons/whatever she associates with fighting/violence but at the same time collecting weapons n just appreciating the craftsmansship behind it might be some way to 'reclaim' it idk

🍋Do you have a song that you associate with them?

Tbh not really, if I have to pick Something this sorta fits her vibes for my idea of her for what she/her life is like after the story is long done

🐹What "pet" names do they like being used for them? {Babe, Kitten, Puppy, Mutt, etc.}

Idk does uluvalir count 🤔

And also just love/my love

#mc: rex

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nikolettphilippovitssns23 · 9 months

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4 - Enviromental Narrative

Based on my understanding environmental storytelling in games involves strategically placing objects within the game world to imply narratives and events without directly narrating them through traditional methods like cutscenes or dialogue. This approach encourages players to interpret and infer stories based on the arrangement and context of these objects, fostering deeper immersion and engagement. (Mulholland, 2023)

Horror games and environmental narrative

Horror games demonstrate environmental narrative by effectively using surroundings to evoke fear and weave stories. Unlike other genres where environments serve as mere backgrounds, horror games integrate settings deeply into the narrative, crucial to the player's experience. Elaborate meticulously designed environments to evoke dread and suspense.

Through environmental storytelling, horror games reveal backstory, character motivations, and plot developments. Sound design is pivotal, with ambient noises, haunting music, and sudden sounds heightening tension and signaling imminent danger. Lighting and shadows are essential in shaping the atmosphere and guiding player emotions. The layout and architecture of locations often mirror the narrative's themes, reinforcing the game's overall mood and tone. (Haahr, 2018)

Horror games utilize environmental storytelling to create a cohesive and chilling experience where the setting becomes a character in its own right. By immersing players in intricately detailed and ominous worlds, these games intensify fear and suspense, making the environment significant to gameplay and narrative progression.

Based on the resources I found by Mullholland (2023) and Haahr (2018) I immediately thought of Song of Horror (Song of Horror, 2019) as an example of environmental storytelling in videogames.

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(IGN, 2019)

Environmental storytelling in "Song of Horror" is integral to its immersive and atmospheric experience. The game intricately designs each location, such as the eerie Husher Mansion and quiet antique shop, to convey its narrative and deepen the horror ambiance. Lighting plays a crucial role in setting the mood, with dimly lit rooms and flickering lights enhancing the sense of dread.

Disarray in the environments suggests sudden abandonment or struggle, revealing clues through objects left behind and signs of neglect. Personal items like photographs and diaries scattered throughout provide backstory and character insights. The soundscape adds to the atmosphere with ambient noises and dynamic audio cues signaling danger or the presence of The Presence, the antagonist.

Environmental elements often serve as puzzle components, encouraging exploration and rewarding players with hidden secrets and lore. The layout of each location tells its own story, mirroring the narrative arc and reflecting the escalating horror. Symbols and recurring motifs deepen the thematic unity, reinforcing the game's eerie themes of fear and the supernatural.

"Song of Horror" masterfully uses environmental storytelling through detailed visuals, sound design, interactive objects, spatial narrative, and thematic coherence. It crafts an immersive horror experience where the environment itself becomes a character, drawing players into its dark and mysterious world.

Haahr, M. (2018). Playing with Vision: Sight and Seeing as Narrative and Game Mechanics in Survival Horror. Interactive Storytelling, [online] 11318, pp.193–205. doi:https://doi.org/10.1007/978-3-030-04028-4_20.

IGN (2019). Song of Horror Official Launch Trailer. [online] YouTube. Available at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ndyXfnUZBwQ.

Mulholland, J. (2023). Game Design: Environmental Storytelling. [online] Medium. Available at: https://medium.com/@johnmulholland/game-design-environmental-storytelling-3574aff0ff2b.

Song of Horror. (2019). [Video Game] Raiser Games.

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queenxxxsupreme · 4 years

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Hi babe 🥰

Happy Valentine’s Day! 💕

Si, i gotta ask. How do you think Dettlaff would celebrate Valentine’s Day with his SO/reader?

A/N: I saw my chance to answer another ask so I took it!

***

You gently tugged at the blankets that covered Dettlaff’s sleeping form.

“Dettlaff.” You sing-songed his name, a little smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

The Higher Vampire groaned, readjusting the pillows that he had stuffed beneath his head, and tucked his nose into their warmth.

You pulled away three different blankets from him, pulling them down to expose his bare shoulders to the cold air of the room. You moved from the foot of the bed to his side, your fingers trailing like feathers along his spine.

“Come on, darling. You’ve been sleeping for three hours.”

He shivered beneath your touch, your warm fingers a stark contrast to his chilly skin.

“Lay down with me for just a moment, my love.” His words were muffled by the pillows but you could understand him just fine.

“Now you know that isn’t a good idea.” You propped one knee up on the edge of the bed and leaned down to kiss the space behind his ear. “Then we’d never get out of bed.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad, does it?”

“No, but everyone will be here shortly for dinner.”

Finally understanding that he couldn’t stay in bed with you for the rest of the night, Dettlaff let out a heavy sigh and rolled over onto his back. He looked up at you for a few moments, icy blue eyes inspecting your features.

“How many of them are coming? Just Regis and Orianna, I hope.”

“Well, they are coming. But so is Geralt and Yennefer, and Lambert and Aiden. Eskel is bringing someone too, though I haven’t met them yet.”

“You know, I think it would’ve been lovely if we had just made plans for ourselves and no one else.” His hand came up to cup your face.

“We can make plans for ourselves any other night of the year. Tonight, we can spend time with friends.” You leaned down to kiss his chest just above his heart.

“We can make plans for friends any other night of the year.” He muttered. His hand trailed around to the back of your head, long and slender fingers carding through your hair.

“Dettlaff.” You sighed softly. “You were excited about it when we put the plans together two weeks ago.”

“That was two weeks ago.”

“I should know better by now. My lovely introvert.” You teased as you leaned forward once more to kiss him.

“You really should. You’d think you’d learn your lesson after spending half a decade with me.”

You were glad to see he was in a good mood. Hopefully that meant this evening would go over smoothly.

“Come on.” You patted his chest and slipped out of the bed. “We’re going to go for a little walk before anyone gets here just so we can have some time to ourselves. I’ll be leaving a note on the table should anyone arrive early.”

“Regis.” Dettlaff grumbled as he sat up.

“He does like being punctual.”

***

The moon hung high in the sky, shining down through the thick tree canopies.

Dettlaff walked alongside you, your arms woven together as you leaned into him.

“I think it will be fun.” You thought out loud.

“What will?” He turned his head to look at you.

“Spending the night with friends. Well, they’re practically family, aren’t they?”

“You could say that.” Dettlaff nodded. “Though I think it would’ve been wiser to spend Valentine’s night with you alone in our home than crowded around a table with a bunch of loud dogs.”

“Hindsight is 20/20.” You giggled. “Don’t worry, darling. You’ll have plenty of time after they leave to spend alone with me.”

He grumbled something incoherent under his breath.

“I do appreciate you agreeing to this, Dettlaff.” You came to a stop and turned to face him. “I know crowds aren’t your favorite and you aren’t one for socializing. It means a lot to me that you suggested we do something like this tonight.”

His blue eyes stayed on you as his hand came up to brush a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“I know how much you enjoy their company. And I’m willing to sacrifice my sanity for a few hours to see you happy.”

You smiled.

“But that isn’t my only gift for you. I do have something else.” He dug his hand into the pocket of his coat. “Can I see your wrist please?”

“Which one?”

“Either one.”

You gave him your left, watching as he clasped a silver bracelet around your wrist. Before letting you go, he brought your wrist to his mouth, pressing a tender kiss to the veins on the underside of your wrist.

“It isn’t much, but it made me think of you when I saw it.” He explained, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “Well, not exactly you. I-I thought that it would remind you of me. I know I’m not always around. Sometimes I’m gone with Regis and other times I’m just…. So I wanted you to have something that reminded you of me.”

You turned your wrist around, examining the piece of jewelry. There was a little bat charm on it that made you smile.

“Dettlaff, it’s beautiful.”

“You like it?”

“I do.” You nodded, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and squeezing him tightly. “Thank you.”

He hugged you back, tucking his nose into your shoulder.

“I have something for you too.” You pulled away, keeping one hand on his shoulder. “But it’s back home.”

“Let’s finish our walk and we can go back.”

***

You led the way down the hall towards your shared bedroom with Dettlaff.

He listened to the way your heart picked up pace, the way it changed from that of the flap of a butterflies wings to something more akin to a hummingbird. You were excited.

You guided him over to the bed and gestured for him to sit.

“Stay here and close your eyes. I’ll go grab it. It’s in my study.”

He sat down on the edge of the bed, eyes following you as you left the room.

“Are your eyes shut, Dettlaff?”

“Of course, my heart.” He answered, closing his eyes.

“Will you keep them shut?”

“Do you not trust me?” He teased.

“Don’t use any of your vampiric magic either.”

He grinned a little. Though his eyes were shut, he could still tell exactly where you were in the house. You were in the closet in your study, moving things around. You cursed a little and muttered under your breath about how cluttered things were. After a few moments, however, you were making your way back towards the bedroom.

Dettlaff couldn’t figure out what it was that you were gifting him. It had no smell, no taste that tainted the air. It emitted no sound. He listened more carefully, but was dumbfounded. All the ideas that had been forming in his head were disappearing.

“Darling, can I open-,”

“No.” You answered quickly, your voice sounding strained. “Keep them shut just-just a moment longer.”

It took all of the Higher Vampire’s self control to not open his eyes and see what it was that you had. But he didn’t want to upset you. He didn’t want to ruin your surprise.

You grunted a little and there was a deep thunk.

“Damn.” You cursed quietly.

“Is all well, my love?”

“Yes, yes. Just fine. You can open your eyes now.”

Dettlaff opened his eyes and instantly found you standing in front of him with a wide smile on your lips. Your hands were clasped together in front of you and you were messing with your fingers.

“I know how frustrated you get when you can’t find a mirror that works for you.” Your voice was quiet and timid. You stepped aside to reveal a large square mirror leaning against the dresser behind you. “The ones I have here, they are made with silver. So I had one specially made for you.”

Dettlaff’s lips parted as he looked at the mirror, seeing his own reflection in the surface. He couldn’t find the words to express what was going through his head.

Being that you weren’t sure how to take his silence, you continued to talk, your nervous ramblings getting the best of you.

“I know you like to get ready in the mornings with me and it puts quite a damper on the mood when you can’t see yourself. And-And you do take pride in your looks. You’re a dashing man-,”

“My heart?”

“Yes?”

“Come here.” He held his hand out for you.

You moved towards him, settling between his parted knees with your hands in his.

“Thank you.” He kissed your knuckles. “That was very kind of you. And very expensive, I presume.”

“That doesn’t matter.” You shook your head, reaching one hand around to place it on the back of Dettlaff’s head. You pulled his head into your chest and kissed his hair. “I wanted to do something for you.”

“And all I got you was a little bracelet.”

“It isn’t a competition of who gave the most expensive gift, Dettlaff.” You reminded him, pulling away so you could get a better look at him. “I’ve been planning this for a while, and it just happened that I had the means for now.”

His eyes lingered on you, a little smile on his lips.

“I am the luckiest creature alive, you know that right?”

“Oh, perhaps.” You grinned, giving him a chaste kiss. “I should go start dinner. I’m surprised Regis and Orianna-,”

A knock from the other room cut you off.

“You spoke too soon.” Dettlaff sighed. “It’s only Regis and Orianna. Hopefully the wolves are late.”

“Knowing them, they probably will be.” You moved towards the bedroom door. But at the last minute, you turned to look back at him. “I love you, Dettlaff.”

“I love you more, my heart.”

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galacticjava · 4 years

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so I know it's 2021 and death note aint exactly poppin anymore but let me say something here

one thing I love about death note that makes me both happy and sad is the fact that we are never shown how light actually is outside of the death note's influence. we see him for like twenty seconds before he picks up the death note, which is heavily, HEAVILYYYY implied to be cursed (Ryuk saying every human who's met with it has led a life of misfortune, light being DRASTICALLY different during yotsuba, it being said that the note makes people use it, etc)

so that gives people a LOT of wiggle room when writing light in fanfic. and that's fun and fine and good, but can I say that I am tired,,,, 🤌TIRED🤌 of seeing light just be actin exactly the same even when he's written as never even having touCHEd the death note

I GET IT, ITS YALLS AU AND YALL CAN WRITE WHATEVER U WANT HOWEVER U WANT!!!!!! it is yours to do with as u PLEASE 💕😤💕

But mannn my favorite light is a warm light. I rly like imagining light as being just as charming when he's himself as when he's Kira, BUT Real Light runs out of socially smooth, scripted things to say after about an hour, and eventually drifts into Dork Mode where he ends up talking about all this nerdy shit he's actually into (",,,,,,,,,,,,,,, have you heard of sanpaku eyes? I don't know how much merit it actually holds, but it's still an interesting observation. it means 'three whites' and it's in reference to how a lot of psychopaths have the top or bottom white of their eye visible around their iris--" "okay light")

more headcanons I have for my lil version of Actual Light I've created in my head:

• surprisingly funny and usually out of nowhere

• makes fun of L for being a "homeschooler" and how it explains a lot

• v close with sayu. plays wii and Pokémon with her and they go on morning jogs together before school while light quizzes her with unnecessarily complicated versions of her study guide to get a laugh in before breakfast

• much closer with his mom than he is with his dad. knows how to and is adept at sewing, cooking, and cleaning. I like to think his mom knew he Wasn't Straight Very Early On and they both know it but light still hasn't said anything out loud to her yet. they love each other v v much

• got his first and only failing grade when he was 14 just bc he forgot to do it. keeps a planner now and writes absolutely everything in it. L thinks it's funny bc light's so, so smart but he's also so forgetful. also forgets to eat all the time

• doesn't have any real friends and never has. really adept at socializing for a little while, but runs out of socially smooth things to say after about an hour, and that's kept him from making genuine friends bc no one else rly wants to talk about black holes or unsolved murders. has One Friend at To-Oh that sits next to him, and it's bc she listens to true crime podcasts and is rly interested in unsolved murders. that's it

• going off that, I also like to imagine light being really reALLY interested in L when he first meets him, not even romantically or anything. just bc hes never met anyone on his same wavelength and it's so cathartic just to sit and talk to L and not have to wait or slow down, bc L already knows what he's saying and what he means. loves playing chess as expected, but also loves playing "guess who" with L once they're good enough friends for a while to get there. they make up questions like "do they look like they wake up at 4:30 am every day and drink lemon water while they run before the sun is up" "yes" *flips down seven tabs*

• I see light as a heavy iced coffee drinker. not even bc he needs it to wake up or anything but just bc he likes the constant light buzz throughout the day, and it also helps him stay focused on everyday things that would otherwise bore him and make his mind wander. mans likes iced caramel macchiatos. eet eez what eet eez and it makes sense in my head

• don't clown me but y'all know how every lil genius in death note has their favorite snacks. aight so lights is fresh sliced oranges. mans could eat a whole bag by himself in an hour. I will not elaborate

• always does dress nice yeah, like Kira!Light, but also comfortably and sometimes like he's 45. Has never worn a pair of acidwash jeans in his life. Khakis or joggers 24/7, and the occasional slim fit dark jeans. has 20 cardigans. one pair of high top white vans, one pair of dark grey low top vans, and the rest would all qualify as business casual. doesn't know what a flip-flop is and will cut you off if he hears you say it

• loves cats and really wants one but soichiro doesn't want animals in the house. light secretly feeds a cat that comes to his windowsill every day and has named it "Mao" bc of its obnoxious meow. was once caught meowing at Mao to come closer by sayu walking home and she snapchatted it to him. sayu starts feeding Mao and scritching his ears while light goes to cram school

• openly likes tally hall, joji, mother mother, and glass animals. secretly likes ariana grande and lizzo. blares them in the car with sayu

• typical gifted kid piano player. soichiro signed him up for piano lessons upon learning light was gifted when he was young. uses his skills now to make piano renditions of cardi b songs

• sometimes bakes obsessively when stuck on something. during the Kira case, L walks in the headquarter's kitchen at 2 am to find a very tired looking watari and 16 apple crisps on the counter with light cutting out intricate dough shapes to decorate the tops. they meet eyes once light notices him and stay Silent for a minute. light says he can't get off the idea that it has to be supernatural, as silly as it sounds, because causing heart attacks in such a controlled manner is impossible. there's no way otherwise. L says he was starting to reluctantly think the same thing, but didn't want to overlook anything before he settled on that. they nod to themselves and light goes back to cutting out shapes. L grabs a plate of beignets light made a couple hours earlier and turns back around to walk out

well that's it. thanks for coming to my death note Ted talk

#death note #death note in 2021 ur readin that right #light yagami #I said the REAL light yagami #perfection #l lawliet #kind of #lawlight

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oonathefaewitch · 3 years

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Hey so I'm a self-taught witch who practices independently and I was hoping to learn a little bit from others as well. Do you have any books/resources/people you recommend looking into?

Hi there!

I'm a self-taught witch as well and I'm still at the beginning of my journey, at the moment I'm yet to finish the big blue book Buckland's Complete Book of Witchcraft of which I'm also sharing the lessons (you can find tose posts in my archive here) so for now I can only really recommend that one, but I'm marking down all the recommendend supplementary redings at the end of every lesson if you wanna check them out!

I'm also reading a very interesting and complete book about tarot called Holistic Tarot which i really recommend, it's a bit expensive maybe but it's totally worth it

Other than that I can write down here the list of recommended reading at the end of the blue book (with extra books other than the ones already listed at the end of every lesson), I can't recommend those personally (even if I did buy some of them but I still have to read them) but I think they're worth a shot if you'd like to know more, I'll add the other two I mentioned above in the list, in any case if you find other books online read carefully all the reviews cause many books are not serious about this topic

Also I'm not sure but I think these books below are all from white people and mainly about white cultures (and most of them are very old), so If you (or anyone else) have some recommendations about other cultures' book about witchcraft or ancient traditions I'd be glad to know more about that too!

As for people and other resources, I follow some witches on Twitter that shares interesting stuff, it would be too long to link all of their profiles so I can give you directly the list of people I follow here

I hope you'll find this helpful~

Color Healng by Mary Anderson

Gods and Goddesses of Ancient Greece by Edward E. Jr Barthell

Crystal Gazing by Theodore Besterman

I-Ching: The Book of Changes by J. Blofeld

Primitive Song by C. M. Bowra

Gerald Gardner: Witch by J. L. Bracelin

The Lost Gods of England by Brian Branston

Development of Religion and Thought is Ancient Egypt by J. H. Breasted

Buckland's Complete Book of Witchcraft / Amazing Secrets of the Psychic World / Color Magick / Gypsy Dream Dictionary / A Pocket Guide to the Supernatural / Practical Candleburning Rituals / Scottish Witchcraft & Magick / The Tree: Complete Book of Saxon Witchcraft / Wicca For Life / The Witch Book: Encyclopedia of Witchcraft, WIcca and Neopaganism / Witchcraft From the Inside by Raymond Buckland

The Holy Book of Women's Mysteries by Zsuzsanna Budapest

Amulets and Talismans by Sir E. A. Wallis Budge

Egyptian Language by Oxford University Press

How to Read the Aura, Practice Psychometry, Telepathy and Clairvoyance by W.E. Butler

Ancient Ways by Dan and Pauline Campanelli

Handbook of Unusual and Unorthodox Healing by J. V. Carney

Handbook of Bach Flower Remedies by Philip M. Chancellor

Color Therapy by Linda Clark

Precious Stones: Their Occult Power and Hidden Significance by W. B. Crow

Lid Off the Cauldron / The Witches Speak Athol by Patricia Crowther

Complete Herbal by Nicholas Culpeper

Earth Power / Living Wicca / Magical Herbalism by Scott Cunningham

Practical Guide to Astral Projection by Melita Dennings and Osborne Phillips

The Silent Path by Michael Eastcott

Patterns of Comparative Religion / Rites and Symbols of Initiation - Birth and Rebirth by Mircea Eliade

The Dream Game by Ann Faraday

What Witches Do / Eight Sabbats For Witches / The Witches' Way by Janet and Stewart Farrar

Magical Rites From the Crystal Well by Ed Fitch

The Golden Bought by Sir James G. Frazer

The Wisdom of Pagan Philosophers by Timothy Freke and Peter Gandy

Totem and Taboo by Sigmund Freud

Witchcraft Today / The Meaning of Witchcraft / High Magic's Aid / A Goddess Arrives by Gerald Gardner

Complete Herbal by Gerard

Stalking the Healthful Herbs by Euell Gibbons

Witchcraft, the Sixth Sense, and Us by Justine Glass

Seasonal Occult Rituals by William Gray

The Encyclopedia of Witches and Witchcraft by Rosemay Ellen Guiley

Ancient Art and Ritual Kessinger by Jane E. Harrison

Palmistry, the Whole View by Judith Hipskind

Myth and Ritual by S. H. Hooke

Witch: A Magickal Journey by Fiona Horne

The Runes and Other Magical Alphabets by Michael Howard

Witchcraft by Penethorne Hughes

Memories Dreams and Reflections by Carl G. Jung

Aradia, Gospel of the Witches of Italy by Charles Godfrey Laland

Witches: Investigating an Ancient Religion / Gogmagog - the Buried Gods by T. C. Lethbridge

Healing For Everyone by E. Loomis and J. Paulson

Numerology by Vincent Lopez

Commond and Uncommond Uses of Herbs of Healthful Living by Richard Lucas

The Herb Book by John Lust

Pagan Parenting by Kristin Madden

Witta: An Irish Pagan Tradition by Edain McCoy

The Principles and Practice of Radiesthesia by Abbè Mermet

The Hearbalist by J. E. Meyer

The Craft by Dorothy Morrison

Green Witchcraft series by Ann Aoumiel Moura

Sexual Occultism by John Mumford

The Family Wicca Book by Ashleen O'Gaea

Reclaim the Power of the Witch by Monte Plaisance

Potter's New Cyclopedia of Botanical Drugs and Preparations by R. C. Potter

How to Make and Use Talismans / The Art of True Healing by Israel Regardie

The Seventh Sense by Kenneth Roberts

High Magic's Aid by Scire

The Book of Charms and Alisman by Sepharial

The Spiral Dance by Starhawk

The Devil in Massachusetts by Marion L. Starkey

Medical Palmistry by Marten Steinbach

Is This Your Day? by George S. Thommen

Magic and Healing by C. J. S. Thompson

Where Witchcraft Lives / An ABC of Witchcraft Past and Present / Witchcraft For Tomorrow by Doreen Valiente

The Rites of Passage by Arnold Van Gennep

Herbal Manual by H. Ward

Holistic Tarot by Benebell Wen

The I-Ching by R. Wilhelm

The Christians As the Romans Saw Them by Robert L. Wilken

The Complete Idiot's Guide to Wicca and Witchcraft by Denise Zimmermann and Katherine A. Gleason

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isolctions · 3 years

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‘CHARON SELINOFOTO’ + origin.

raja, making a brief (i lied this wasn’t brief MY BAD) & somewhat cohesive headcanon post? unheard of! here’s a cool, shiny new muse i created on impulse bc vanessa is my comfort fc, i like vampire lore, & because why not.

before we start! trigger warnings for death, mentions of c*lt like behavior and g*nocide in the loosest term, & i guess i’ll go ahead and add st*lking as well bc luciano is fucking crazy & a terror in all my vampire lady’s lives.

so fun fact. charon is very loosely based on one of my current sims 4 save files i like to play. within that, she’s a vampire sim named contessa vita balda who came from an established vampire family in the 1200′s, lives in a huge ass pent house in san myshuno with way more rooms than she even needs in a single person household, is basically the equivalent of a vampire socialite as she holds meetings at her crib with the v/atores and weirdo ass v/laudislaus, & has mastered the entertainment career in the musician branch. she maxed out the piano skill, nearly maxed violin, and is level 5 pipe organ skill with some mxiology skill. she’s very cool. she’s also very hot. but enough about my fun save files! time to talk abt charon.

she was originally born with the name arpina, which means rising of the sun, and she came into existence in the 1000s to a rather large vampire family which i call clusters for personal lore purposes. at the time period she was born, vampires were not exactly stigmatized or anything to be weary of , exactly — but they also weren’t exactly going around admitting they were vampires either. like, if you knew one, you knew one. if you assumed someone to be, it would go to the rumor mill or something, but they weren’t actively hiding themselves from the general public. (in my head, i feel like majority of the gossip depended on what cluster family you were apart of. like ‘oh, is so & so apart of the western cluster? don’t they feed on like, snakes?’ or smthn like that, bc i’m not in the mood to look up whether ppl in 1100 knew what the fuck a snake was at that time.) arpina’s cluster resided primarily in the northeast. of where? couldn’t tell you. but they tended to roam & own territory within northern africa, greece, italy, the netherlands, and france.

arpina being a pure born vampire gave her not only physical strengths, but mental ones too. she was very smart. looked to as the sort of guide for her cluster, as she knew a lot of necessary things regarding land and humans, as well as supplying knowledge on where & when to hunt. due to this, her cluster was able to live very easily among mortals & appear more human passing than others, so arpina developed a lot of human interests. she really liked astronomy & the cosmos, but it was still largely a dickfest and it was hard enough for established astronomers getting everyone on board with the concept of the sun & moon. so arpina settled for the arts instead. she enjoyed dancing at parties & contributing to the oral passing of songs and stories, and she also found interest in instruments & painting. not many places allowed her to express this. but for those who knew of her cluster, she was able to become an apprentice under many sculptors, painters, & musicians. she just couldn’t have any of her work credited. (millennias have passed & arpina still has beef regarding the s*stine ch*pel. that ceiling? she was behind that!)

time passes, she settles in between the countries of her cluster’s territory, & arpina is more respected as a woman of the arts. in comes our atrocious human-killing fuckboy. the year is 1580, she’s painting in her studio, hears commotion outside and arpina discovers a badly injured & dying young vampire by the name of luciano. his original cluster have since fallen into irrelevancy, and his surrogate cluster has just been slaughtered as tensions between mortals & the supernatural continue to grow. arpina takes him in, nurses him back to health, keeps him company with many stories & portraits & songs, and offers to spar to rebuild his stamina once he’s able to. arpina saw this as simply helping another supernatural prosper. luciano saw her actions as an act of love, and began to court her by entering surrounding areas & brutally wiping its’ people out, saving a handful of mortals he’s turned with intentions of creating a new, powerful family with arpina as his wife. arpina was very perplexed by his actions. she attempts to dissuade him, he interprets this as arpina requesting more vampires to turn. he continues slaughtering small towns with poorer populations, which in turn increases the human wariness against vampires & other supernaturals, and she is not in love with this man by any means but she has got to get his ass to stop. and he won’t! he just keeps professing his love to her & keeps trying to woo her with this nonsense! finally, arpina is forced to fight luciano and kicks him out of her home. luciano goes ‘that’s fine. :) i’ll just come back later with the rest of our new family. :)’

talk abt a crazy ex. the town she’s in begins to suspect her & arpina is forced to flee. from every single area she moves to. because luciano keeps tracking her movements, following her, & murdering / turning anyone she tries to develop a bond with. at this point, it’s like 1818, and arpina is fed up. she goes back to her estates. gathers all of her information, all of her relics, all of her supplies. purposely injures herself, stages a kidnapping & killing by supernatural-fearing townspeople, sets her known-cluster estates ablaze after gathering her important documents, & officially kills arpina. it was pretty traumatic, but hey, luciano finally stopped following her after believing arpina to be dead. instead, he’s decided to name his children & followers in her namesake, dedicating his mission to giving mortals salvation through eternal life — all to serve the rising sun & reunite his family with arpina. in time, minnie o’day would become his newest fixation & wife on december 24th, 1922 & falls victim to his ideology as well before unknowingly taking a page from arpina’s book by defecting & changing her name to jaira black.

after declaring herself dead to her cluster, arpina settles near the new york-canadian border, claims an extremely large area of wooded land overlooking a cliffside rocky beach & decides to rebuild her estate & its’ large, vast library of her centuries of acquired knowledge & original texts, relics, and artwork. it is heavily fortified, rigged with traps, & is very much a maze both inside & out. she would complete this twenty-five floor estate in full in 1953 before changing her name to selinofoto charon — charon being known as one of pluto’s moons as well as the ferrymen of dead souls crossing the styx, and her chosen surname of selinofoto meaning moonlight. she chooses this name out of remorse for the souls being taken & ruined by luciano in her name, and also because she extends her estate to other supernatural creatures in search of information as well as in the event of needing a place to recover or lay low for some time. she is infamously known to many other immortals as the librarian or the historian, or as a more malicious nickname, the silent dog. (because charon is very docile & fair tempered as a vampire. this makes her much more unpredictable, and remembering her status as one of the oldest living members of a strong vampire cluster causes some to view her as a very dangerous elder. many have attempted to take advantage of these traits, and none of them survived encounters with her. good thing she doesn’t like to fight a lot!)

these days, charon spends time tending to the grounds & surrounding forest and beach of her estate, building the contents of her library, painting, & playing instruments — she excels in piano, harp, flute, cello, bass, & violin. occasionally she will venture outside of her estate to hunt / feed & to engage in actual interaction with actual people, however this is minimal due to luciano still being such a sprung piece of shit. charon also tries not to feed on mortals without exclusive permission to do so, therefore she herds sheep & cows to feed off of before cutting & selling the meat to local butcher shops.

in the event that all of that is a bit...Too Much, i have leaned towards a human verse as well. these details are mostly the same, but more consistent with being a human — her ‘cluster’ is just a well known renaissance family of painters, chefs, musicians & historians / professors / writers. she herself is a very intelligent woman with genius level IQ, summa cum laude degree from julliard, & she currently owns one of her family’s libraries that she occasionally works in as well as being a concert pianist. she also will be having an undetermined alternate fc, bc as much as i love vanessa, not everyone is fond of her current source material LMAO.

anyway. get u a mysterious, sexy vampire lady today. bc all vampires are bisexual to me on default.

#charon — facts #me at midnight: this post will be BRIEF! NO LONG TANGENTS!!!!#me now at 2am: :|#like i'm tired but now i'm making it everyone elses problem by subjecting u all to reading this #and i'm such a glutton for punishment bc now......i'm tempted to breeze through shittydale s5 n s6 to cap icons with #i had no interest in that dumpster fire of a show. idek what its about. but now i'm invested in van's character at every moment #PLUS omg. v/anessa is so annoying playing students so much! please play an adult soon babe i'm tired of being nitpicky w my icons!!!!#anyway. this is ass. goodnight <3

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Nicknames: Laur, Laurie Aliases: Jonathan Legerdemain, Jean Nuit Apparent Age: “30″ True Age: 51 Gender: Cis Man Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Demiromantic Gray-Ace Birthday: January 6th Occupation: Occultist, Bookstore Owner Species: Vampire (Nightingale) Residence: The Vista Rosa neighborhood in Santa Marta, CA.

𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖

Height: 5′10 Build: Average height, has a sort of stereotypical “scrawny nerd” sort of build with a soft layer of fat/soft belly and not a lot of muscular definition. He has long arms and legs in comparison to his torso which makes him look taller than he actually is. Face Shape: Somewhere between an oval and a diamond, his facial features are fine and delicate with a long straight nose. Eye Color/Shape: Vibrant, unnaturally bright ocean-blue with cat-like slitted pupils. Large but set deep within his face with heavy, tired looking lids and deep dark circles which gives him a sort of permanent “resting bitch face”. Hair Color/Style: Slate Gray. Laurent’s hair is mostly straight with a slight wave to it (2A) and usually worn tied into a loose ponytail at the nape of his neck. he has long, messy bangs that usually hang in his face. Skin Color/Texture: Very pale and desaturated with a distinct yellow undertone. He has soft skin but has a lot of small scars and marks on his hands from various occult work he did while he was still a mortal. Distinguishing Features: First off, Laurent is prematurely gray. He also has a number of tattoos (a tattoo of a magical circle for protection on his back, another protection sigil on his chest over the heart, has a tattoo of an open eye on the back of his neck). He also wears glasses. Posture: Very “proper” posture -- stands straight up but there’s that slight hunch to his shoulders that comes from hours bent over books and papers. He moves very purposefully and a little bit stiffly with quiet footsteps. Voice: Soft and understated, with the remnants of a Quebecois accent. Laurent rarely raises his voice and his speech is usually curt and clipped, possibly even seeming rude or sarcastic at times. Clothing Style: Lots of blacks and blues with some cream and charcoal. He tends to wear comfortable clothing that could pass for being formal in most situations -- black slacks, button-downs over v-necks, turtleneck sweaters and cardigans. A lot of his looks vaguely recall the 1980s when it comes to sweater choice. Notable Mannerisms: Scrunches his nose when he’s thinking deeply about something but otherwise seems to not have a lot of particularly unique or defining mannerisms (almost purposefully so)

𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤

Physical: Lockpicking, breaking and entering Social: What Social Skills? Basic etiquette, subterfuge/lying, manipulation Talents: Calligraphy, Poetry, Prose, getting in over his head Knowledges: Greek, Latin, French, currently learning German, Masters in Psychology, Traditional Magic, Ritual Magic, Sigilcraft, Herbalism Hobbies: Reading, Writing, Gardening, Cooking Special: Basic Nightingale abilities, some natural magical talent (mostly lost after becoming a vampire), spirit sight, minor precognition

ℙ𝕤𝕪𝕔𝕙𝕖

Strengths: Clever, quick witted, tenacious, detail-oriented, good concentration, inquisitive, intuitive, dedicated, loyal, strong sense of internal morals Weaknesses: overly curious, stubborn, too smart for his own good, overly self-reflective, can be cold and emotionally distant, closed off from his emotions, rude, irritable, afraid of intimacy, standoffish, shy, just generally bad at people. Goals: To gather all the knowledge there is to be had, especially where it concerns the occult; to learn proper spontaneous magic Fears: Loss of knowledge, loss of control, true death, what lurks beneath santa marta (but not enough to stop researching it) Ideals/Morals: Laurent is willing to do almost anything to gain knowledge but there are a few things that disgust him and he finds morally abhorrent -- like hurting children or murder (notably -- he sees a difference between killing and murder but also tries to avoid killing people as a general rule unless it’s in self-defense) Guiding Philosphies: Knowledge is Power Sense of Humor: Very dry and sarcastic. He’s definitely the person to deliver a sarcastic quip with a totally straight face and it leaves people wondering if he even has a sense of humor. Overall Personality: Laurent is kind of a prickly bastard. He’s introverted and introspective and has very little interest in being around or talking to people. He can pretend to be polite very well (and expects others to behave in a similar way). He prefers things to be well-structured and mostly predictable, he has trouble dealing with sudden intense changes. He seems very distant and cold to most people -- utterly focused on his work over anything else.

𝕃𝕚𝕗𝕖

Best Memory: Worst Memory: Biggest Accomplishment: Prized Possessions: Favorite Colors: Favorite Foods: Favorite Scents: Favorite Songs: Can't Leave Home Without:

ℍ𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪

Birthplace: Suburbs of Montreal, Quebec Childhood: Growing up, Laurent’s parents were usually very busy, both having careers that demanded a lot of their attention. He and Louis were often left to sort of fend for themselves (classic latch-key kids). Being the more shy of the twins, Laurent often relied on Louis to make friends -- having few friends that he could consider his specifically. At around the age of 11, while playing at his neighbor’s house after school with Louis, their friend Alex and his younger sister Madeline, the four of them found a oujia board and did what any group of pre-teens would do: they turned out the lights and used it. Unfortunately for the twins, the house was old and the board itself connected to a rather angry spirit that would attach itself to Louis and scare the hell out of the other three children. This is what would start Laurent’s interest in the occult but it was what would happen the next summer that would cement it as an obsession... While playing in a local park, something that Laurent could neither identify or describe beyond “a writhing mass of eyes, grasping tendrils and eyes” would pluck Alex from the face of existence -- not only taking the 12 year old but erasing any sign that he had ever existed to begin with from the minds of everyone but Laurent.

Adolescence: At thirteen, Laurent’s family moved to Santa Marta, California. Highschool was difficult for Laurent, who had started to go prematurely gray by the time he was 14 and was shy and bookish. He had to deal with a lot of bullying and it cemented his irritability.

He did, however, thanks to the unique nature of Santa Marta (attracting the supernatural) manage to make friends with a Witch by the name of Martin. They’d also date for about a year in secret before both decided that it just wasn’t working. However, the pair of them were obsessed with the occult and the presence of the “Old Gods” which were present in constant whispers in Santa Marta. This is where Laurent got into most of the trouble he would as a teenager -- breaking into abandoned buildings looking for ghosts and signs of the supernatural as well as getting 100% illegal tattoos in dangerous settings (most notably, he had his protection sigil done by Martin in his basement along with the eye on the back of his neck).

Somehow, probably just due to luck, Laurent never actually got in legal trouble for any of the crazy shit he did as a teen but that luck wouldn’t last.

Adulthood: In his desperate search for occult knowledge, Laurent would end up crossing paths with a woman named Claudine -- a Nightingale who was also an accomplished occultist and a powerful witch in her own right. He would end up stealing several of her important research journals and end up becoming her “assistant” at the age of twenty-one (she normally would’ve killed him for it but was impressed by his dedication and natural skill). She would keep him on as an assistant, teaching him about the occult and preparing him for life in the Nightingale Court before finally turning him in 2000.

Recent: In 2010, Claudine would disappear suddenly -- leaving behind only a note about her own research into the “thing that lurks beneath the streets of this blighted metropolis” and pointing Laurent in a similar direction. During his training with Claudine, Laurent would run into mentions of the “Myriad Eyes” multiple times, especially when researching the occult history of Santa Marta... A phrase that he quickly came to associate with the thing that had taken his childhood friend.

Currently, he’s running a bookstore in Vista Rosa called “Eigengrau Books” and living in an apartment located above the store.

ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕤

Family: Jean DeFantome (Father; deceased), Emily DeFantome (Mother), Louis DeFantome (twin brother; estranged) Lovers: Martin Schwartz (former), Camellia O’Friel (current) Friends: Isaac Nerezza (works at his bookstore), Claudine Legerdemain (Missing) Enemies: ??? Other: ???

ℝ𝕖𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕤

Income: Middle-class Residences: A two bedroom apartment above his bookstore. Vehicles: Black 2010 Ford Fiesta Van

#Laurent DeFantome #About: Laurent #ooc

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antigoneawake · 3 years

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a n t i g o n e k e n n e d y g r a v e s

basics:

name: antigone kennedy graves. pronunciation: an·ti·guh·nee keh·nuh·dee grahvs. meaning: antigone- in place of a mother, unbending, against, compared to, like. kennedy- misshapen head or fierce headed. birthday: september 13th. age: nineteen. pronouns: they, she & her. sexuality: pansexual. siblings: archibald graves (triplet), ajax graves (triplet). parents: john graves & elaine graves nee kennedy. other family: darcy kennedy (grandmother). languages: english. current residence: the graves triplet’s london flat. hometown: boston, massachusetts; new york city, new york.

wizard fun:

hogwarts house: ravenclaw. year of graduation: 1979. occupation: intern at the department of mysteries. pet: none. tig does bring home many strays to care for, though. blood status: pureblood. species: witch. patronus: goldfish. it symbolizes prosperity. it brings good luck and good fortune. with its golden scales and colorful patterns, they are associated with much wealth which it will share to those it guides. the gold fish is naturally strong. a big fish for its kind, it swims powerfully to get to where it wants. it also symbolizes a dragon in ancient eastern and oriental traditions, with legend holding that it can transform into a water dragon. its transformative powers make it a sign of power and virility. they exist in naturally serene environments. to view the goldfish and koi is to be reverted into a meditative state. this brings about a feeling of calmness and peace to those that see this animal as a guide. it causes those that see it to be still as well, easing their worries and letting their minds work more freely. boggart: the memory of her parents bodies in their caskets. the idea of her brothers there with them. amortentia: candy apple. one of tig’s favorite treats that reminds her of the best memories of carnivals and festivals with her brothers back at home. lavender. lavender has always been tig’s favorite scent. her mother wore it in her perfume and tig also wears it. they used to grow small planters of lavender in their back yard too. sea salt. antigone loves the ocean. she always has. it is a life long dream of hers to live her life on the beach next to the ever present waves. wand type: 9″ willow wood, thunderbird tail feather, springy. willow is an uncommon wand wood with healing power, and I have noted that the ideal owner for a willow wand often has some (usually unwarranted) insecurity, however well they may try and hide it. while many confident customers insist on trying a willow wand (attracted by their handsome appearance and well-founded reputation for enabling advanced, non-verbal magic) my willow wands have consistently selected those of greatest potential, rather than those who feel they have little to learn. It has always been a proverb in my family that he who has furthest to travel will go fastest with willow. thunderbird wands were powerful but difficult to master, and were good for transfiguration work. wands with thunderbird tail feather cores, like the birds the feathers are taken from, are able to sense danger and can cast curses on their own. wands with thunderbird tail feather cores have been known to fire curses pre-emptively when supernatural dangers are present. affiliation: neutral.

appearance:

height: 5′4″. hair color: strawberry blonde. eye color: teal. typical hair style: antigone wears her hair long. it has soft curls that almost look beach like in their waves. she often wears her hair up in a simple ponytail with a big bow. fashion style: tig wears sneakers, straight lined skirts or dresses, peter pan collars, and sweaters. she likes a soft palette of pastel colors. she occasionally wears overalls and high waisted shorts. her skates are always on her person. she loves floral patterns, simple colors, and plaids. [ fashion ] distinguishing features: tig has a look of otherness about her. her eyes are never quite focused on what is in front of her. she has a sprinkling of freckles on her face and a few scars on her arms from being caught in a rose bush as a kid.

personality:

positive traits: contemplative. amiable. open-minded. negative traits: unreliable. naive. nervous. theme song: something wild by lindsey stirling ft andrew mcmahon

headcanons:

tig doesn’t usually have pockets, actually. if she does, it’s because she’s wearing her overalls and if that’s the case, she has rocks and sticks in her pockets. she usually wears a dress or skirts that lack pockets, but she makes up for it by almost always having a pink knapsack with her. it was a gift from her brothers on one of their birthdays. in her bag, she almost always has a deck of tarot cards, a tiger’s eye and turquoise, bandages, dice, mints, bubblegum, an ink pen, a quill and ink pot, colored pencils, ribbons, sheet music, and there is always an assortment of sticks, leaves, and flower petals.

antigone has always been partial to the spring. she likes to watch the world bloom. tig has always had a special and loving connection with nature and it certainly feels the most powerful during the spring. the air is refreshing and breezing, and she will spend hours just laying in the grass on those days.

she’s a rainy day kind of girl. is there anything better in this life than being caught in a spring shower? antigone graves thinks not. rain is even more beautiful to her because it can make her divinations decidedly more clear. she will stand letting the raindrops in her face for hours and has been caught doing it before. as a younger girl, her grandmother would chide her for coming home soaking wet and catching colds from it.

biography:

TW: death, parental death

The Graves family is one of the most well-known and revered pureblooded families in America and has been so for generations. John and Elaine met through an arranged engagement. However, unlike many who found themselves in a similar position, the couple fell deeply in love. They took up residence in a large colonial house right outside Boston. John focused on climbing the political ladder at MACUSA while Elaine delved into a promising fashion career.

Their pregnancy came as a bit of a shock several years into their marriage. That is, to everyone but John’s mother, a well-known seer who had long said they would have a rare miracle arriving. While they hadn’t planned it, they were both very pleased to begin a family. The surprises continued when they were told that they would be having triplets. Elaine opted to take a step away from the world of fashion so that John might continue his work in Congress. His career was at a crossroads that could not be put on hold. In fact, the choices he made during this time would change the course of his entire family.

The triplets were born just as the Massachusetts leaves had begun to change color and fall. Autumn welcomed them to the world. Antigone was born the middle of the three. A brother on either side and all born just before midnight.

Their childhood was one filled with incredible privilege and opportunities. The triplets were very well educated. Even before they started school at the Salem Institute for Witches, they were well versed in both general education and magical theories. From the beginning, Antigone showed a particular proclivity towards divinations, herbology, and care of magical creatures. Her grandmother was happy to groom her seeing abilities. She always had an innate curiosity. Her wonder for the world often drove her to study anything that she could care for, whether it be flora or fauna. No one could deny that she had a desire to care for things. A trait that was always praised and encouraged by her family.

It was in the triplet’s third year that rumors began to swirl about her father’s political dealings. He had obviously been angling to become President for some time. However, his staunch belief in pureblood supremacy and ties to controversial movements left the public torn in opinion of him. Antigone struggled to believe that her father, one of the most loving and kind men she knew, could ever be how these people described him. They even portrayed her mother as some sort of icy woman. That’s how she knew it all to be untrue. Her father even publicly stepped back from his more controversial views, appeasing most.

What she thought of the rumors would cease to matter as they ended their fourth year of school. An owl came to their headmistress in the dead of night. John and Elaine Graves had both been found dead in their Boston home. An angry citizen who disagreed with his views was the final word, but Antigone certainly didn’t believe it. It didn’t feel right, and all seers knew to trust their instincts above everything. There were too many signs that indicated it was not any wizard. It had to have been a hitwizard, although there was no telling which side ended up hiring them.

While their mother had no siblings or much family to speak of, John had a previously estranged sister in Europe who agreed to take in the now orphaned triplets. It was a large paradigm shift for Antigone and her brothers, who had always been taught that halfbloods and purebloods who did not remain so were dangerous to their way of life. Their father had not said more than a few sentences on his sister for the entirety of their lives. Frankly, Antigone forgot that she had an aunt more often than not. For the woman to show such open kindness and hospitality has her questioning everything that she’d ever been taught growing up.

Moving to a new country and beginning school in an entirely new place still feels like the carpet was pulled out from under her. However, Antigone realized her potential for change here. The last thing she wanted was to end up like her father and mother. Perhaps there was more she could learn from being more open-minded. That being said, she is realizing that there is more to learn and unlearn than she ever realized before and at times, it was all impossible to keep up with.

Hogwarts held its own set of challenges. The curriculum was different, there were people who had known each other for a lifetime that she’d barely remember, Antigone never knew who she could trust and who she couldn’t. What’s more, the world outside was storming. There was a brewing war that they had all been thrust into, and she had no idea where to stand. What she did know was that the images in the leaves told her horrible stories of the future. Stories that terrified her.

Graduation came before she knew it. With her father’s name in politics and her grandmother’s reputation as a seer, Antigone was offered several jobs off the bat. Finally, she decided to take on an internship in the Department of Mysteries as it felt like where she was most needed and useful. Working inside a government that she barely understands in a job that is nearly impossible to explain is a trial in and of itself. Luckily, it does the job to distract her from everything which wants to pull her towards either side of the conflict surrounding her.

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“Lost in You” Part 2

Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 2335

Warnings: none? Possible fluff. Language.

SideBar: A/U where Jensen is single.

Summary: You and your best friend (Y/BF/N) go to a Supernatural convention. It was supposed to just be a fun day; nothing too crazy. That is…until he saw you.

Part 1

You looked in the mirror as you zipped up your fitted hoodie. Underneath was a v-neck t-shirt that just hinted at your full chest. The fitted jeans you wore were met with your favorite Converse sneakers and you ran your hands through your wavy curled hair.

Y/BF/N came out from the bathroom and smiled. “That took you all of five minutes and you look fucking adorable. We don’t really need the extras, do we?”

“I don’t know. I was going to get more dressed up, but...it just doesn’t feel like me, ya know?” You continued to fluff your hair to its appropriate state and then smacked your lips spreading your lip balm.

“You’re right.” Handing you the room key, your friend grinned. “Be yourself.”

“Well,” you sighed heavily. “If I come back in the next ten minutes, you’ll know how well ‘being me’ went.”

Y/BF/N gave you a loving tap to your ass pushing you toward the door. “Go! Have fun! Don’t keep him waiting.”

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Your stomach did more than somersaults as you rode the elevator to the roof. It felt like you had been in that small box for an eternity as your anxiety built with every floor.

As you shifted on your feet, the doors opened to the rooftop of the hotel. It was a clear and beautiful night with more stars than you usually would see in that part of the city. The full moon gave a soft glow to everything along with the strings of lights hung for ambiance. It was quiet except for the soft music that played through the rooftops speakers.

You walked around the corner with your heart racing a mile a minute. “What if he doesn’t like me? What if he doesn’t even show? Or worse, what if he sees you and leaves?”

Across the rooftop, with no one else around, stood a tall familiar figure. Still, in the red flannel and jeans you saw him in at the convention, Jensen leaned on the railing as he enjoyed the view. You took a deep breath and headed in his direction.

With only a few feet separating you, your steps alerted him of your presence and Jensen turned toward you. Immediately, a genuine grin slowly grew on his face as he looked back at you. “Was wondering if you were gonna stand me up,” he said playfully.

You shrugged with a flirty look. “Eh, didn’t really have anything better to do.” He laughed and you joined him at the railing. Jensen studied you briefly and his tongue shot out over his lip. If only he knew what that did to you. “Well, at least now I’m not worried I’m too underdressed.”

“Nah,” he replied with a smile. When a stray hair fell in your face from the breeze, Jensen reached a soft hand toward you and brushed it back behind your ear. “You’re perfect.”

Butterflies; no...butterflies don’t make you lightheaded and forget your name.

Jensen nodded toward the bar. “Wanna grab a drink?”

“That’s why I’m here, isn’t it?” you asked coyly.

He nodded with a chuckle and a look that almost seemed like he was impressed with you. When you reached the bar, he leaned onto the countertop and glanced down at you. “Alright, got a preference?”

“Whiskey, neat.” You didn’t even think about your order before it came out like word vomit. It was your go-to drink of choice.“Oh, god,” you thought. “I’m gonna look like some fucking drunk. Always go for the fruity drinks, Y/N!”

Again, with that look of surprise, Jensen told the bartender, “actually, make that two.” When the man left to start your drinks, Jensen scoffed. “Wouldn’t have taken you for a whiskey girl.”

The drinks were ready and slid in front of you, so you picked yours up and smiled. “I’m full of surprises,” you told him as you sipped your drink with a smile on the glass. Your tone and confidence lit something in Jensen and he grew more intoxicated with you with every passing moment.

Making your way toward the quiet firepit, you found a comfortable spot and Jensen joined you. It was the perfect scene with no one else around. The two of you talked and laughed, enjoying every second of each other’s company.

Both of you told the other about your families and where you’re from; the standard small talk. You talked about work and how you hated your job; that it was never what you wanted for yourself.

“You’re not what I thought you would be,” Jensen added with a smirk as he sipped his drink again.

Nervously, you asked, “how so?”

“Well,” he leaned over to place his glass on the edge of the stoned firepit and turned to you. “For one, I think you’re the most down-to-earth woman I’ve met in a long time. Most people meet me and it feels...fake, ya know? But, you,” Jensen chuckled. “You’re the real deal aren’t you?”

How did this man make you feel like you were flying and falling at the exact same time? “Real as you, I guess.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment then.” The two of you scoffed through laughs and it grew quiet. Jensen’s unbelievable green eyes met yours and either your heart fluttered or completely stopped, but you felt the air leave your chest. He was actually lost in your eyes just as you were in his.

With no words spoken, the perfect moment went on as “Wild Horses” played through the speakers. Jensen smiled and stood up before reaching his hand out for yours. “Wanna be cheesy with me?” he asked.

You couldn’t help the smile that went from ear to ear. “I can do cheesy.” Taking his hand, you felt him softly squeeze yours to help you stand. He walked ahead, slowly keeping you in tow. Once you were in front of the fire, he turned to you. He took the hand he already had and guided it to go onto the back of his neck. Jensen locked into your eyes again as he gently took your waist and you brought your free hand to your other. The soft song had you swaying together under the twinkling strings of lights.

The way his large hands held your hips and the small of your back made your eyes shut briefly as you caught your breath.

“You good?” Jensen smirked.

You nodded and tried to steady your still shaky breath and smiled ridiculously. “Mm-hm. I’m good.” Absently, your fingers ran through the short hairs at the top of his neck and Jensen melted into it.

That Rolling Stones’ song was the last of the night as the bar shut down and went quiet. Though it didn’t seem to matter in the least as you and Jensen still danced in the silence of the night.

“I don’t think an hour was enough time,” he admitted gruffly.

Shaking your head, you agreed. “Definitely not.”

Leaning into you, Jensen’s forehead touched yours and you both were lost in the other. He smelt of the perfect mix of cologne, whiskey, and mint from the gum he had been chewing earlier. The feeling of his large shoulders under your small hands made knots in your stomach.

With eyes still closed and taking in everything you were, Jensen uttered, “I don’t wanna say goodnight.”

“Hmm,” you hummed almost laughing. “Me neither.”

Slowly, the two of you pulled apart, once again eye to eye. The lights twinkled in his eyes and mesmerized you. Whatever Jensen was selling, you were about to buy out the whole store.

He cleared his throat softly. “Can I walk you back to your room?”

“I don’t want this to be over,” you thought sadly. But you just nodded. “Yeah, sounds good.”

With his hand on the small of your back still, he guided you toward the elevator. You stepped in and he joined you. “What floor?”

“Uh--six.”

Jensen’s finger pushed the appropriate button and your floor lit up. As you both leaned against the back of the elevator, your hands on a metal bar, you felt one of his large fingers brush against yours. Without looking down, you shared the gentle sentiment just barely touching his. The tension between you was building and in that small elevator, you both could practically drown in it.

The elevator dinged as the doors opened. Jensen made sure to walk as slowly as possible, trying to get every moment with you that he could.

“Thanks for the drink,” you said.

Jensen smiled. “I’d be happy to join you for one anytime.”

As you neared your room, you stopped and your heart sank. You wished the night would never end. “So...this is me…”

He looked at you so tenderly and spoke with a low voice. “I’m really glad I met you, Y/N.” That same strand of hair fell from your face and he chuckled under his breath as he fixed it once more.

Butterflies again. No...elephants. “Me too, Jensen.” When neither of you said anything else, you took it as a sign and pulled out your room key.

As you went to open the door, he stole back your attention. “Hey, uh--” Jensen ran a nervous palm down his face. “I’m heading back to Vancouver tomorrow…”

“Oh…” you replied, trying not to sound too heartbroken.

“Can I see you before I go?”

You could feel the girlish squeal that wanted to crawl up your throat. But you stuffed it down as hard as you could and just smirked. “Sure. What time?”

“Well, I usually sneak out of these places after conventions to avoid all the crazy...so, meet me by the back door of the lobby? Say, 12:00?”

Without thinking, you bit your lip and Jensen’s jaw clenched at the sight of it. “I’ll be there.”

“Promise?” he asked sweetly.

There was no controlling the smile on your face. “Promise.”

“Okay, then.” Jensen shared your expression; both of you looking like your faces would hurt tomorrow with how much you grinned that night. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Jensen.” And with that, you turned to leave and closed the door slowly so you could see him intently watching your every move. With the door finally shut, your back leaned against the one thing standing between you and the man of your dreams and you sighed.

Y/BF/N was on the edge of her bed and hopped up when she saw you; her eyes twice their size. “Well?! How’d it go?”

At that moment, your phone chimed and you pulled it from your pocket to see Jensen had texted you. When you opened it, it read: “I’ll see you tomorrow. ‘Wild Horses couldn’t drag me away.’ :)”

You chuckled with pure joy as you held the phone tightly in your hands. There was no saving you at that point; you were already falling for him. Jensen was like a dream, and it was one you never wanted to wake from.

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At 11:58, as punctual as you could be without seeming desperate, you hurried to the back door of the hotel lobby. You hadn’t slept a wink since you had last seen Jensen, but with the high you were riding, it didn’t seem like you needed it.

When you reared the corner, there he stood with his bodyguard, Clif, at his side. The large man with tattoos, a bald head and salt and pepper goatee flexed at your presence ready to tell you to leave.

Reacting to Clif, Jensen turned to see you and practically beamed. “Hey!”

“Hi!” You hoped that didn’t sound to pathetically eager and excited.

“I’m glad you made it.”

“I promised, didn’t I?” you smiled to one side.

“Jensen...we gotta go,” Clif told him in a deep husky voice.

Never breaking eye contact with you, Jensen replied, “I’ll--gimme a minute, I’ll be right out.” Clif wasn’t going to go far. He stepped outside the glass door and folded his arms as he waited. “I’m sorry. I thought I’d have more time.”

With sad eyes that you couldn’t help, you gently frowned. “You gotta go, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“I understand.”

The thought of saying goodbye to you wasn’t one that Jensen was about to be okay with. So, without thinking it through, he took your hands and blurted out, “come with me.”

You almost had to do a doubletake with how taken aback you were. “What?”

“Come with me. You can visit the set for the week while we shoot. I can introduce you to everyone, show you around...your friend can come too, of course.”

“Oh, I dunno, Jensen...” your voice soft and disappointed. “I just don’t have the money to do that right now.

“Don’t worry about it. All you have to do is come.” His eager eyes waited for an answer as you bit your lip in thought. “Say you’ll come...”

Just then, your phone chimed with a message. You apologized to Jensen before peering down at it and seeing a text from your best friend:

“I’m around the corner and I’ve been listening. You can call me a stalker later. If you don’t say yes to this man I’m gonna kick your ass!”

You chuckled to yourself before tucking your phone into your back pocket and smiling at Jensen. “Alright.”

“Alright? Alright, as in ‘alright you’re coming’?”

“Yes,” you laughed.

Jensen lit up like a kid on Christmas at your response and licked his lip again. “I’ll text you everything you need. Just let me know when you wanna head out.” He pulled you in for a tight hug and kissed the top of your head. When he pulled away, Jensen looked down at you. “I’ll see you soon.” As soon as Clif opened the door, Jensen ran toward the car waiting for him.

You stepped outside and called out for him to hear you. “Promise?” you asked referencing him from the night before.

Before he got to the car, he spun to see you and smiled. “Promise!”

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Part 3

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beyond-the-mirror · 5 years

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Music of the Night (V x Reader)

Welcome back little angels of music, to another chapter of Music of the Night. Dare I say this is one of my favorite parts of the musical, which is why I made this one a specially long chapter. Remember, if you wish to be tagged in this story in particular, please leave a comment or send a message and it shall be done.

Warnings: Mentions of possessive behavior and slight violence in one scene.

Tagging: @thedyingmoon @minteyeddemon @vampiregirl1797

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Chapter 6: Both Angel and Demon

Loud steps resonated through the dark passageway, the only source of light being an old lantern that the Phantom held tight in his hand. His free arm was wrapped over your shoulders, silver cane in hand, both pulling you close to him and preventing you from escaping his grasp.

Your eyes glanced around taking in your surroundings. The seemingly endless passage appeared to be quite old, its stone walls covered in a surprisingly thin layer of dust and with no cobwebs or other signs of abandonment. You could figure that maybe this was due to its frequent usage, possibly thanks to the Phantom who must have used the passage on the regular. However, as much as you searched around, there was no hint or clue about where exactly you were, and considering you had been walking for while, it was highly probable that you were no longer in the Opera House.

As you were pondering this, your gaze stopped at the silver cane pressed lightly to your side. There was something about it that intrigued you, it looked strangely familiar, but how? The strange item pulled you to it, almost calling to you in an attempt to make you remember, but not matter how much you searched your mind you just couldn’t find out why was it so familiar.

You were brought back from your thoughts when the Phantom finally stopped in his tracks, noticing how the atmosphere felt more chilly and humid. Before you was a wide canal, a single gondola secured with a rope to a small pier. It was then that you realized you were still beneath the city, in no other place than the well-known underwater canals of Fortuna. Not long after your realization, the man at your side started guiding you to the pier and towards the boat. He offered his hand to you and carefully helped you step into the gondola, which was decorated with luscious pillows and bright red roses. After you had taken your seat, the mysterious man turned to hook the lantern on the front of the boat and then hopped on taking his place right behind you, untying the rope and grabbing a row that laid on the wooden pier.

And thus initiated your voyage into the unknown.

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The chilling atmosphere in the canal made goosebumps appear on your skin, the white robe you were wearing doing nothing to protect you from the cold. Noticing your discomfort, the Phantom immediately stopped rowing for a few moments so he could take off his warm cape and drape it over your shoulders gently. You didn’t know where was he taking you, or why, but deep inside you knew he could never harm you in any way. You trusted him fully.

A low sound behind you reached your ears, and you realized the Phantom had started singing a soft lullaby that reverberated through your soul.

Snuggling into his cape, a soft smile appeared on your face. The delightful cologne that filled your nostrils and the soothing sound of his voice deeply relaxed you, enhancing the trance he had put on you since your encounter in the dressing room. You were in such a relaxed state, that you reached your destination sooner than you had expected.

Red candles illuminated the entire place, the warm dim light engulfing the walls and the rocky ceiling. The Phantom stepped out of the gondola and secured it to the sidewalk before offering his hand to you, gently helping you off the boat. With your hand still entwined with his, he guided you towards another set of stairs that led up into another passageway. Finally reaching the end, he activated a mechanism that opened an entrance before you.

You were now in what appeared to be an old studio, illuminated by more red candles. Looking around the beautifully decorated room, you spotted an ebony grand piano, as well as a desk full of notebooks and papers, and several book shelves that reached the ceiling above. There was no doubt that this had to be the Phantom’s lair.

A pair of arms encircled your waist, a breath ghosting over your sensitive neck.

“At last, my beloved angel. At last do I have you in my arms.”

He turned you around to look at him, his hat now discarded time ago, revealing obsidian black hair slicked back neatly as well as the mask that covered half his sharp features.

And you couldn’t help but stare at his eyes, his gorgeous green eyes. So deep and profound, but tinted with a terrible sadness that seemed to have taken out their light long ago and that continued to haunt him to this day.

“I have brought you here, my personal sanctuary, for you are the one I have chosen from the moment I first heard you sing. You are the one I needed with me, to serve me, to sing for the music I create.”

He approached you with calculated steps, one of his hands raising to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear and then gently cupping your face. In the dim light of the studio, you could notice how he looked at you with love and adoration filling his eyes.

“Would you sing for me? My angel of music?” His voice send shivers down your spine, his droopy eyes almost pleading with nostalgia and sorrow. His fingers kept caressing your face in such delicate strokes, as if you were a fragile porcelain doll that could break shall he act too carelessly.

How could you deny his request? Not while he seemed to be pleading and begging with his expression, not while you still remained under the strange trance he had put you under.

And so, your lips parted and let the lyrics to an old sad song come out from deep inside your heart.

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“Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation Darkness wakes and stirs imagination Silently the senses abandon their defenses Helpless to resist the notes I write For I compose the music of the night

Slowly, gently night unfurls it's splendor Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender Hearing is believing, music is deceiving Hard as lightening, soft as candlelight Dare you trust the music of the night.”

The mysterious man stood completely mesmerized and captivated by your divine voice, he softly embraced you in his arms with your back pressed to his chest. He swayed you gently to the rhythm of the melody, his head resting on top of yours, and sang along you.

“Close your eyes for your eyes will only tell the truth and the truth isn't what you want to see In the dark it is easy to pretend That the truth is what it ought to be

Softly, deftly, music shall caress you hear it, fear it, secretly possess you Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind In this darkness which you know you cannot fight The darkness of the music of the night.”

At that exact moment, and for the first time in so many years, he could feel as if all the shadows that haunted his mind dissipated and vanished into nothingness. Just by holding you close to him, the sweet aroma of your hair that reminded him of ripe strawberries and honeysuckle, the warmth that emanated from your skin, everything about you brought relief and happiness to his heart.

“Extraordinary… Truly extraordinary, my child…” The Phantom lowered his head so that his lips were right next to your ear, his breath fanning over your neck and sending delicious shivers down your spine. “My angel of music, listen to the sound of my voice. Focus on nothing else but me.” As he pronounced his words, his eyes acquired a supernatural gleam, demonic energy flowing out and enveloping you in a trance.

The candles around you flickered ominously, the atmosphere becoming colder even if just for a second as the man behind you spoke. “Ever since I first saw you, you have enraptured my heart and my soul. There is a light that you possess, one so pure and warm, while the world outside can be dark and cruel. I wish to bring you nothing but utter joy and happiness, everything you want and desire I shall give to you on a silver tray, and all your dreams shall become a reality at your command.”

He paused. Your breath became heavy and your head felt light, as if you were floating over the abyss, but instead of feeling scared, you felt strangely safe.

“All I ask of you…” the Phantom breathed in your delightful perfume “All I beg of you… is your heart, your loyalty, your love. You shall love no man other than me. From now on, all earthly matters will become insignificant to you. As long as I have you in my power, you belong to me... Do you understand?”

You hissed in a breath, his presence overwhelming you “…Yes, my Phantom.”

“Good girl.”

With a snap of his fingers, your eyelids suddenly felt heavy and your consciousness drifted away, a deep slumber taking over you. Your body fell limp, the Phantom catching you in his arms. Carrying you bridal style, he took you upstairs to the master bedroom so you could stay the night and rest properly. He carefully laid you down on the queen-sized bed, which he had previously prepared for you with the richest silk covers and the most luscious pillows he could muster, a perfect bed for a divine creature like you. After tucking you in, he sneakily placed a kiss over your forehead, an act he considered almost a blasphemy. A demon like him had no right to kiss an angel like you.

“May you have the sweetest dreams, my beloved (Y/N)…”

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“Are you entirely sure about this Shakespeare? I personally don’t think this is a brilliant idea, if you ask me of course.”

The avian creature stood on top of a perch next to his desk, his wicked yellow eyes looking at his master doubtfully and his voice lathered in genuine concern.

“I’m afraid we have no other option, my estimated Griffon, and your remarks aren’t helping much right now. Do you think I am not already aware of the cruel selfishness of my actions?” The masked man answered to the creature known as Griffon in a tone full of lament and regret.

“Sorry there lover boy, but I can’t help but worry that toots right here might go tattletale on us once she leaves. The least we want right now is unwanted attention after all.”

The Phantom directed a deadly glare towards his companion, making the bird squawk in fear and gulp, realizing it was best not to mutter a single word to avoid further annoying his master.

A deep growl resonated through the walls of the studio, prompting the man to turn to his side. Right there on the floor, a black mass emerged from one of the shadows projected on its surface, slowly shaping itself until it transformed into a red-eyed panther, its black fur decorated in numerous crimson markings that glowed softly in the dim light.

“Shadow, my loyal companion.” He reached an arm to lovingly pet the feline on its head, which purred in appreciation for her master. “I suspect the Opera House already closed its doors for the night?” The beast known as Shadow nodded her head as an answer.

“Did anybody suspect anything about the disappearance of Miss (Y/N)?” This time, she shook her head negatively. “Good job. You may rest.” With his dismissal, the panther dissolved into black wisps of smoke that swirled towards him and into the tattooed lines of his skin.

If there was anybody the Phantom could trust, that would be his two demonic companions who serve him loyally. Griffon was the closest thing to a friend he could have at the moment, and he had to admit the loquacious avian was an excellent listener and company, albeit one with terrible advices and an awful habit of speaking inappropriately. Now Shadow was a different deal altogether, a completely silent creature next to the talkative Griffon. Her job was to keep an eye on any activity in the theatre while hiding in the shadows before reporting back to her master. Her calm attitude always transmitted some peace to him, at least enough to rid him of a few of his many burdens, or to grant him some refuge from Griffon’s often annoying rants.

“Okay okay, didn’t mean to sound rude before.” Griffon once again addressed his master. “All I’m saying is that maybe we should ponder if there is an alternative rather than forcing (Y/N) into all of this. Who knows? Maybe there’s a chance we find another solution to ‘our pesky problem’.”

The Phantom sighed in frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Believe me, if there was indeed one, I wouldn’t hesitate to free her from this…” His eyes then took a rather sorrowful expression, the tone of his voice lowering too. “However, I regrettably doubt it to be possible… Remember that we researched for years, with no results whatsoever. And then she arrived and all of a sudden we have a hope.”

The avian lowered his gaze in defeat at the sight of his master, hopelessness and desperation plaguing the man’s heart.

“I’m afraid (Y/N) is our only hope… our only hope… to stop him from consuming us…”

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The first thing you noticed as you were slowly waking up, was a rich softness that embraced you like a cocoon, warmth filling your body pleasantly and making you wish to stay in bed a few minutes longer. However, as your eyelids fluttered open, you noticed that your surroundings didn’t look much like your own bedroom.

With a sharp gasp, you sat up on the bed trying to remember everything that transpired after the premiere. You recalled being in your dressing room, your friends had stopped by to greet you before leaving, then the Vicomte’s visit to invite you as his companion, and then…

The Phantom. He had appeared before you! As everything came back to your mind, you remember being taken by him, the secret passage behind the mirror and the underground canal. In that case, you must be in no other place than the Phantom’s lair.

As you looked through the window, you noticed the dark sky illuminated only by a full moon, though you couldn’t be certain about the exact hour without a clock in hand. Perhaps it would be wise to leave and go home, now if only you knew just where in Fortuna you were exactly. You could try asking the Phantom, you could still trust him right? Although you weren’t so sure now considering he had taken you to an unknown location without an explanation. Could you keep trusting him?

Taking a deep breath, your resolve was fixed and you stood from the bed. There was so much about him that remained a total mystery, and now it was time to finally get some answers.

You descended the stairs as quietly as possible, looking around for your mentor until you stumbled into the studio you first arrived in. And sure thing, there he was, sitting at the desk and appearing to be working on some papers. He was so immersed in his writing that he didn’t heard you footsteps nor felt your presence in the same room as him. Giving a quick glance at the documents on the wooden desk, you managed to make out some music sheets as well as notes with lyrics and dialogues written on them. You also noticed his ungloved hands which possessed strange black lines tattooed on the skin along them.

Quietly shifting forward, your eyes set themselves on the mysterious man. His sharp features completely mesmerized you to no end, and something deep inside your heart responded to his image pulling you towards him. There was something about him that called you, a familiar sensation trying to reach out to you, but couldn’t pinpoint what it was exactly. And the more you stared at him, the more your curiosity took over your senses. You wondered who this man was, why did he roam the Opera House everyday… what was he hiding behind that mask.

Before you knew it, your hand was already reaching out towards his face. If only you could see what laid behind that mask… if only you knew why this man was so familiar… if only you knew what was reason behind the melancholy in his eyes…

If only…

And then, you took it off.

“NOOO!” With a horrified yelp, the Phantom swiftly covered the recently unveiled side of his face. His head snapped to you, his eyes wide open in a bewildered expression you had never seen before.

“HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME?! YOU LITTLE PRYING PANDORA!” His voice roared with an immeasurable wrath, the entire structure of the house seemed to be almost shaking by the sheer force of his ire. You quickly backed up in an attempt to flee, only to be halted by a painful grip on your wrist.

“AFTER EVERYTHING I HAVE GIFTED YOU, EVERYTHING I HAVE DONE FOR YOU, HOW DARE YOU REPAY ME THIS WAY?!” Crystalline tears filled your eyes. The grip on your wrist tightened unforgivingly, it was hard to believe that the man you considered your teacher and mentor these past years was now hurting you in this way.

“P-Please forgive me! I d-d-didn’t mean-“ He removed the hand covering his face, revealing a most dreadful sight that had you lost for words. Black veins of ink tainted half his angelic face, marring the once pristine pale skin, flowing and pulsing like sickening tendrils along its surface.

“IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED TO SEE?! HUH?! A MONSTER?! A DEMON?!”

You remained speechless. The man who used to be so kind and gentle towards you, who encouraged and guided you to your dream until it finally became a reality. That wonderful gentleman was now gone, replaced now with a raging demon.

“CURSE YOU! NOW YOU SHALL NEVER BE FREE!” In a rough move, you were thrown back against one of the bookcases that lined the walls, the impact forcing the air out of your lungs and numerous books to topple down onto the floor next to you. Slowly you slide down to the floor, crying in pain as your back and right shoulder burned and ached.

Only a few seconds later did the Phantom realize in horror what he had done, taking a couple steps back in disbelief and looking at his own palms. He had hurt you, something he had promised not to do ever. He had hurt you.

He too fell to the floor on his knees, broken as he watched your curled up form sobbing.

“… Can you ever forgive me? … Can you even dare to look, or bear to think of me?” As tears ran down his cheeks, he lowered his head and rested it on his palms. He had lost all right to even look at you. “Can’t you see? I’m nothing but a loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven. But (Y/N),” he reached out an arm towards you. “Fear can still turn to love- you will learn to see, to find the man behind the monster. This repulsive carcass, who seems a beast, but secretly yearns for beauty…”

Wiping your tears away, you finally dared to look at the Phantom, and the sight made your heart ache. He turned away from you ashamed of his actions, looking defeated and vacant, his figure hunched over himself in lament and silently crying in utter hopelessness.

Quickly glancing around, you spotted his mask not too far away from you. Picking it up, you examined it briefly before standing up, carefully approaching the Phantom before handing him his mask. At first he hesitated a bit, but eventually accepted it from your hands and immediately put it back on his face.

You were about to ask him if he was feeling alright when you caught the sight of something with the corner of your eye. It was one of the books which had toppled down the shelves previously, now laying open and revealing a rather familiar set of illustrations alongside a poem. Crouching down, you picked up the book to give it a closer inspection and discovered it was a poem, ‘The Divine Image’ by William Blake. And once you closed it to look at its cover, you noticed a quite peculiar design you had definitely seen before.

Golden lines and ornaments decorated the leather in gorgeous patterns, forming a large and an elegant ‘V’ at its center.

‘You would never forget those eyes.’

A sharp gasp left your lips as it suddenly dawned on you. His green eyes, the silver cane, and now the book…

‘Thank you (Y/N)… your kindness is infinite like the universe… you have been a wonderful friend.’

“V…”

The kneeling figure before you tensed. With a trembling voice, you kept beckoning him.

“… I-Is it really you? V?” He didn’t respond.

You approached him slowly with shaky steps and once you where close enough, you cradled his face in your hands softly, tilting it slightly up so you could meet his eyes. However, a hand flew to your forearm and gripped it, effectively halting you. The Phantom stood up, towering over you and pulling you harshly with him.

“Come. I must return you home. Otherwise those two fools running my theater will become suspicious.” As you struggled in his grip, he pressed a finger right on the center of your forehead, and used his powers to make you fall unconscious once again. You suddenly felt light-headed, as if your body was being sapped of all its energy and strength, and no matter how much you forced yourself to stay awake, it was a lost battle.

“V… I beg you… please stop…” Your now limp body fell right into his arms.

“Shadow!” the man summoned the panther which materialized at his side. “Lead the way.”

At her master’s orders, the feline proceeded to descend into the secret passage to the underground canals, already knowing the way back to your house. Carrying you bridal style, the Phantom immediately followed his servant into the tunnels.

“I’m terribly sorry for this… (Y/N)…”

…………

“Excuse me Miss Goldstein, do you happen to know where is Miss (Y/N)?” Raoul questioned the brunette. After failing to find you at the Opera House, he assumed you had already left to the party. But after discovering you weren’t at the club either, he decided to ask the other attendees about your whereabouts, starting with Nico who seemed to be a close friend of yours.

“Oh! Greetings Vicomte. Uhhh I’m afraid I don’t know anything about her, last time I saw here was at the theatre.”

“Maybe she already went home.” Kyrie intervened after seeing the worry and confusion in Nico’s expression. “I remember her mentioning she was feeling exhausted after the opera. Perhaps she ultimately decided to retire for the night in order to get some rest.”

“I see.. Yeah, that seems to be the case.” The Vicomte let out a sigh of relief, he was starting to become more concerned of your sudden disappearance, but Kyrie’s explanation helped dissipating his worries away. “Please forgive my interruption, hope you enjoy the rest of the party.” With those words he walked away from the group.

Picking up another glass of champagne from one of the waiters, Raoul was on his tracks to return to his lounge when another man intercepted him. The stranger was an old man who appeared to be in his sixties, wrinkles adorning his face with shoulder-length white hair framing it. He was dressed elegantly albeit in a rather simple fashion, complete with a short-brimmed hat on his head.

“Greetings Vicomte, it’s good to see you. I am so sorry for having missing the premiere, my ferry ride had to be delayed and I couldn’t make it on time.”

“No reason to worry about that anymore Bishop, at least you can join us in our celebration for the great success this production turned out to be. But first, allow me to introduce you to the new owners of the Opera House.” Raoul then guided the Bishop of Fortuna to the lounge where Monsieur Firmin and Monsieur Andre were sitting. “Gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to the Opera House’s newest patron: Signor Luciano Amadeo Sanctus, Bishop of Fortuna.”

#devil may cry #phantom of the opera au #dmc v #v x reader #v x you #self-insert #fanfiction #fanfic

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You Got Iced- Chapter 2

Pairing: Jared x Reader x Jensen

Rating: T, for language (future chapters will be explicit)

Summary: Inspired in part by the challenge prompt and in part by this conventionhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yAHS_RJ5Gac (which is fucking hilarious, go enjoy yourselves there). The reader is attending a Supernatural convention during a heat wave and gets her money’s worth out of her ticket that’s for sure.

Word Count: 3773

Warnings: None for this chapter

A/N: Written for @babypieandwhiskey ‘s Hot as Hell challenge. If anyone else wants to be tagged in the rest of the chapters shoot me an ask! I’ll be posting them over the next couple weeks as I finish them. I’m in the process of moving to a different country so it’s taking me a little longer to write than I’d hoped :)

Smirnoff Ice finally consumed, Jared and Jensen each reached out a hand to pull you up from your knees. Jensen’s eyes were almost glowing with a kind of subdued excitement that you couldn’t conceive of a reason for. He clapped your shoulder in a ‘job well done’ fashion and then exchanged a glance with Jared while you were straightening your clothes and weren’t looking at them. Jared had the same excitement burning behind his eyes, and gave Jensen a firm nod.

“What do you say we get you a real drink to wash that crap down?” Jensen asked firmly, like it was more of an instruction than an offer.

“What?” You spluttered, not understanding what on earth was going on. You looked between him and Jared, hoping one of them would offer up some kind of explanation. Neither did.

“Yeah,” Jared cut in, “we have a cooler of stuff in the green room back there. Come sit down for a bit.” Jared hovered his arm behind your back, as if to wrap it around your waist, but he didn’t touch. In an almost dream-like state you let them guide you towards the direction of their green room, calling a hurried goodbye and thank-you to Rob, Rich, and the band who were being left behind you.

Upon reaching the green room, which was just a small conference room with two couches in one corner, and a cooler set up on a meeting table, surrounded by other snacks, Jensen bounded to the cooler while Jared continued to guide you to a seat in the corner of the couch.

“What do you want to drink Y/N?” Jensen called over his shoulder. “We’ve got beer, there’s some wine in a can… I think this is whiskey…” he rifled through the assortment of bottles crammed together.

“Um, I’m not picky, whatever you guys are having is fine,” your voice almost came out as a squeak because Jared had just lounged himself next to you, taking up the remainder of the couch with his giant giraffe legs. And those giant giraffe legs were now centimeters from your own bare legs, that you had tucked up underneath you in your little corner of the couch.

“And if he gives you a beer, you won’t make a face?” Jared poked at you with his knee.

“I resent that implication,” you looked faux-shocked for a moment, making your eyes round and wide, but breaking into a quick smile that crinkled your whole face up like tissue paper. Jensen handed you and Jared each a bottle and thunked himself in the corner of the next couch, the arm he set on the endrest brushing dangerously close to yours. “So, I have to ask, are you in the habit of bringing random strangers back to have a drink with?”

“We do every now and then,” Jared nodded sagely, as if this was a perfectly understandable and reasonable occurrence, and not your wildest dream come true.

“Not to sound ungrateful but, why?” You pushed, taking a sip of your beer to cover up your embarrassment.

“Your question,” Jensen grinned. “I know it wasn’t anything profound but we’ve been doing these things for more than a decade and no one has ever asked us that one before.”

“We thought the ingenuity should be congratulated,” Jared chimed in.

“Oh,” you let that bit of information sink in. “Cool.” You took another drink to give your face something to do other than blush with anxiety.

“Are you a little nervous?” Jared asked kindly, no trace of his earlier teasing left. You nodded, blushing deeper.

“Don’t be,” Jensen reached forward and patted your forearm bracingly. “Have some more beer, let yourself relax.” You quickly followed his instruction, grateful for the excuse to ingest the liquid courage much more quickly than you had been. Jensen smiled at you, satisfied with your response.

“So, Y/N, have you come to any conventions before?” Jared asked, drawing your attention back to him. You shook your head.

“No, this was my first one. I had to live vicariously through the internet, before.” A nervous laugh escaped you as you realised what a fangirl you sounded like. Jared seemed to know exactly what you were thinking.

“Hey, don’t be embarrassed about watching cons on youtube. You love the show, that’s why you’re here.” Jared’s smile was reassuring and sweet. “We’re fans of the show too, that’s why we do all this stuff. We like being able to share this with people, we like seeing people excited.”

“It’s incredibly vain really, but someone has to feed his ego. My love isn’t enough anymore,” Jensen mocked, feigning hurt.

“Hey!” Jared gasped. You and Jensen laughed and you followed his example, taking a further draught from your bottle.

“Were you planning on going to the concert tonight?” Jensen asked.

“Oh yeah,” you nodded, much more comfortable discussing your love of music than your love of the two men sitting next to you right now. “I’m probably just as excited for tonight as I was for your panel.”

“Yeah they put on a good show,” Jensen agreed. “I think Jason’s coming tonight too actually, he texted me earlier he thinks he’ll make it in time.”

“Sweet, he owes me twenty bucks,” Jared made a small victory fist. The conversation moved around that night’s show, and music more generally, while the three of you made it through your first bottles. Favourite songs were listed, first concerts were recounted, funny memories regaled with smiles. By the end of your bottle you felt more at ease with yourself, letting your body unfold from the slightly defensive position you had been perched in, in the corner of your couch.

Jared moved to get the next round, dragging a chair behind him on his way back, holding all three beers in his other mammoth hand. You grabbed the bottle he offered you, and your fingers brushed his when he passed it over, sending a burn through your skin that was made all the more jarring by the cold condensation running over the back of your hand. You blushed and glanced down quickly, but then realised how incriminating that looked, and so shifted your eyes back to Jared, pretending there was no reason for you to have broken eye contact. You noticed that Jared’s eyes flicked down to his fingers, and then to yours, for just a moment, before he shook the expression of contemplation from his face so quickly you thought you might have invented it.

“Is there any particular reason you sit like that?” You had asked the question before you gave yourself a chance to check if you would sound stupid or not, nodding to how Jared had sat with his chair facing backwards, like he had earlier on stage.

“No,” Jared shook his head, not giving any indication that he thought you were weird or stupid for asking, and you relaxed again. “I used to get in trouble for sitting like this in school, so I think I do it a load now because no one can tell me not to,” he laughed.

“I just noticed Sam sits that way a lot,” you explained. “I guess I wondered if it was something you did because of Sam of if it was the other way around.”

“Yeah, no that’s me,” Jared laughed. “We definitely bleed into Sam and Dean more than we realise sometimes. I never even noticed that one before.”

“Just don’t start overthinking it every time Sam sits down from now on,” Jensen laughed.

“I won’t be thinking any harder than you. You still have to concentrate on not sitting on Misha’s lap every take.” You actually choked on your drink a little. Jensen leaned forward and thumped you on the back.

“Jesus Jared, don’t kill her.” You gave Jensen a small thumbs up to indicate you were fine while you continued trying to catch your breath. “He was joking, by the way,” Jensen looked at you seriously, urging you not to misinterpret the situation. “Misha sits on my lap.”

You narrowly avoided choking on your drink a second time as you burst out laughing. “I am genuinely amazed people get any work done around you two.”

��Us too, believe me,” Jensen laughed easily.

“What do you do for work, Y/N?” Jared asked with genuine curiosity, taking another swig of beer.

“Oh, I don’t right now, I’m in college. That’s why I could come to the convention at all, you guys never came near my hometown, but my college was actually close enough to manage it.”

“What’s your major?” Jared pressed for more information. You couldn’t fathom the attentive interest shining from his face.

“I, haven’t actually declared one yet,” you admitted. “I’m chronically indecisive.”

“Yeah you really must be if you still don’t have a major this late in the game. I didn’t think they let you past junior year without picking one,” Jared bemused.

“Dude,” Jensen looked at Jared in something between exasperation and abject horror, “I think she might not be as old as we thought she was.” Jensen dragged his beer free hand across his face, pushing his fingers into his eye sockets in a pretty good imitation of Dean’s ‘frustration and despair’ face.

“Um, I’m a sophomore…” you interjected sheepishly, ashamed that you had been found out. You had admonished yourself in the back of your mind when you had first been tossed the Smirnoff Ice. It was stupid to drink illegally in front of a load of celebrities. Not that you hadn’t drunk plenty before but it was just usually at parties filled with loads of other underage students. Here, you were alone.

“You’re a sophomore?” Jared asked slowly, cautiously. You nodded, grimacing at your own idiocy. “Which means you’re only…” Jared left his question hanging.

“Nineteen,” you admitted, curling back into yourself, getting ready for the outburst that must be close to the surface.

“Jesus Christ,” Jensen’s voice sounded like a hiss, but it was underpinned by something deep, something hungry.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, mortified. The bottle in your hand suddenly felt like it weighed as much as your school bookbag, and you hurriedly looked for a place to set it, settling on the floor. “I should probably go…” You scrambled off the couch, tears blooming behind your lashes as you looked around for your bag and avoided looking anywhere near Jared or Jensen.

“Sit your ass back down,” Jensen barked without looking up from the hand still plastered over his face. Stunned, you sat back down immediately, now risking a glance at Jensen.

“You’re not in trouble,” Jared piped up, drawing your gaze.

“Yeah but we so are,” Jensen groaned, finally pulling his head away from his hand to look at Jared with eyes that seemed to convey a message only Jared was meant to understand.

“Yeah, no kidding,” Jared agreed, downing the rest of his drink and swinging off his chair to grab another. Jensen followed suit and drained the last of his beer, accepting a new drink from Jared, a glass of whiskey this time.

“I’m so sorry,” you said again, forcing the words past the catch in your throat. “This was really stupid of me, I should have said something when you offered me a drink-” Your apology rant was interupted by Jared’s bark of laughter as he sat himself back on the couch next to you, considerably closer than he had been previously.

“Y/N, we’re not mad at you,” Jared leant forward, bracing his forearms on his thighs, and swirling his drink thoughtfully. “And we’re not worried about giving drinks to someone underage.” That bit of information shocked you out of your panic a little bit. You had figured that was the reason your age had disconcerted them, why else would it?

“You’re not concerned that I essentially just tricked you both into breaking the law?”

“Y/N, come on,” Jensen scoffed, but good naturedly. “How many times do you think we got wasted before we were 21? It’s what kids do.” He gave you a half smile that only barely covered the grimace in his eyes.

“Well, I’m still sorry I lied,” you said. “I never wanted to get you in trouble.”

“The beer is not what’s gonna get us into trouble,” Jensen’s smile fought harder this time, and you could see it beat out whatever it was inside him that was making him so uncomfortable. This was the sign Jared had been waiting for, his permission from Jensen to keep going with what they had planned before your age had derailed them a moment. “It’s more the fact that we’re really feeling like old pervs right now.” A twinkle of mischief made its way back to his eyes as he gave Jared a wry smile.

“Why…” You were entirely confused by Jensen’s comment. No matter how hard your brain tried it could not identify the connection between your previous conversation and why Jensen was now calling himself and Jared ‘old pervs’. Or why he was calling himself that at all.

“Y/N,” Jared said your name cautiously, savouring its syllables on his tongue as he slowly reached a hand over to your knee. “We didn’t just bring you back here because of your question.”

Jared’s fingers might as well have had live wires hooked up to them considering how far the shock radiated through your body when he touched you. They drew your eyes like magnets, and it took immense effort to look back up at Jared and over to Jensen, who had moved as close to you as his couch would allow him. Jensen reached forward and took your hand, squeezing it comfortingly in his bigger one.

“I’m going to say this very seriously right now, I need you to believe us one hundred percent,” Jensen looked earnestly between you and Jared. “If you don’t want this, that is okay. We are not expecting anything from you, you do not have to do anything, you are more than free to tell us to shove it up our asses and leave you the hell alone.”

You still had not said a word, frozen in astonishment between Jared and Jensen, who each had a hand on you. That was probably the only reason you hadn’t jumped up from your spot on the couch by now. Grasping for words you settled on Jensen, breathing deeply before you plunged into the deep pool they were pulling you into.

“Okay, I’m gonna need you to be incredibly clear about what you’re talking about, and then I’m gonna search this room for hidden cameras and the signal for Rich and Rob burst in with the ‘gotcha’ crew.” Jared and Jensen laughed brightly, and Jared patted your knee reassuringly.

“We’re not pranking you, sweetheart.” Jensen’s voice had dropped closer to Dean’s, found some gravel in his throat to drag over.

“What we’re asking, is if you’d be interested in having a little more fun with us... somewhere a little more private.”Jared’s mouth curled into a wicked smile, and he pulled your arm towards him, pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist, and pressing his glass of whiskey into your hand. You looked down at your hand questioningly. “You look like you could use that,” Jared nodded to the whiskey. You swallowed hard, then raised the glass to your lips and drained it in three burning gulps.

“Good girl,” Jared whispered under his breath, more to himself than to anyone else in the room, focusing on the movement of your throat as you downed the liquor. You heard him though.

Your eyes flicked to his, wide and nervous, but also incredibly turned on. You shook your head to clear it from the warm haze the whiskey had settled in your cheeks to speak the other big concern on your mind.

“You’re married,” you stated emphatically. “You’re both married. You talk about how much you love your families all the time! I can’t- I couldn’t…”

“Yes!” Jensen did a small fist bump with his whispered acclamation.

“What?” You were so beyond confused at this point it was ridiculous.

“That was the last test,” Jensen admitted. “If you didn’t say anything about being concerned for our moral and our families we’d have to back out.”

“That one is Gen and Dany’s rule,” Jared clarified.

“Wait, they sanction this?” You took a second to evaluate if you thought they were lying then lit on another part of what Jensen had said. “What do you mean ‘last test’, there were tests?”

“Yeah if Jared picks someone out then we usually ease into it to see if whoever it is seems like they would be into what we want. We weren’t lying to you before, your question was awesome, that was one of the reasons Jared wanted to throw a test at you to check.”

“And I passed this test?”

“With flying colours sweetheart,” Jensen grinned.

“What was it?”

“The Smirnoff Ice,” Jared laughed. “We iced you to see if you would play along with our bullshit or if you would wind up backing out, that’s why I made sure I told you you didn’t have to drink it, you had an out if you wanted it.”

“But what sealed it was how you dropped to your knees like that,” Jensen cut in, his gaze claiming yours and holding you there. “That’s what we’re looking for in this. Someone who’s up for being a submissive for us.”

“And we know that’s kind of out there for most people so if that freaks you out or it’s not your thing that’s totally okay,” Jared rushed to cut in, once again making sure you had an out if you wanted it. You were pretty sure you didn’t want one but there was still a crucial hang up that they hadn’t actually answered yet.

“Okay but, I’m still confused. Genevieve and Daneel are just cool with you guys picking up random girls for one night scenes?” You cringed internally, hoping you were using that word correctly, this wasn’t exactly territory you had experience in, outside of the internet.

“Yeah they are,” they boys nodded. “And since you seem genuinely concerned that we’re stepping out on them, we have… where’s your phone Jared?” Jensen popped up off his couch and went to grab Jared’s phone off the table holding the cooler, where he had left it earlier, refreshing his whiskey while he was there.

“Here,” Jared offered you his phone after he pulled something up on its screen. Jensen didn’t settle back on his couch but perched himself on the arm of yours, resting a hand on your shoulder as you pushed the solitary play icon on the black screen.

“Hi!” Two chipper voices rang out in unison and the screen filled with an image of Jared and Jensen’s wives, sat at what looked like Jensen’s kitchen counter (it wasn’t creepy that you knew that, you told yourself, he’s the one who did the AD interview).

“We hope you’ve been having a good day and the boys haven’t been giving you too hard a time!” Gen said.

“We know what a pain they can be,” Daneel mock whispered before taking a sip of wine. “So, yay you, if you’re seeing this then they obviously think you’re something pretty special. You don’t have to feel bad, this is all totally okay with us-”

“Yup, everything is totally in the open, they’re not trying to trick you or us,” Gen assured you through the phone screen.

“This doesn’t mean we don’t love each other either, so don’t worry about any of that.” Daneel’s smile was incredibly sincere and you let out a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding. “The thing is, me and Gen, we’ve all talked about this but neither of us is the threesome type.”

“And that was the one thing the guys wanted that we really weren’t up for,” Gen put in. “So we came up with this deal for them, they can have fun with a few people out on the road for conventions and stuff if they make sure to be careful, not pick up a lunatic, and always always make sure that whoever they pick up is gonna keep this to themselves.”

“For obvious reasons,” Daneel laughed. “So, if they’re letting you in on this little secret you’ve passed all the tests!”

“So stop worrying, and go have fun, sweetie,” Gen grinned.

“Bye!” They waved in unison and the screen went black.

“Any questions?” Jared asked gently.

“I mean, in general, a million,” you laughed. “But I guess the big question would be how do you want this to work? Like, what exactly do you want from me?”

“So you’re saying yes?” Jensen asked.

“I think I am, yeah. But, seriously, what do you want?”

“Are you comfortable having a threesome?” Jared asked, in a manner that would have been appropriate if he was asking what pizza toppings you preferred. Your heart basically stopped at the image that produced in your head. Your body between theirs, their hands on your skin...

“Yes,” you nod.

“Are you comfortable being submissive to us?” Jensen asked.

“Yes… sir?” You threw the title out there on a whim, wondering if that was Jensen’s style.

“You’ve never done this kind of thing before, have you?” Jensen grinned.

“Which part? The threesome or the dom/sub stuff?”

“Well I’m assuming, neither, based on your answers” Jared chuckled, and brushed the backs of his fingers up your thigh.

“Yeah I- I haven’t,” you blushed and cleared your throat. “I haven’t done any of this before.”

“That’s okay,” Jared’s voice was pitched barely above a whisper. “We kind of like that,” his eyes glinted, darting up to Jensen in a brief look of victory.

“You know how to pick ‘em, Jared,” Jensen smiled, brushing your hair back over your shoulder and leaning down to touch his lips to the skin he uncovered.

“This is really happening?” You breathed.

“That finally our yes?” Jared asked, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear, pulling a shiver from your spine.

“There’s one more thing I should tell you,” you yanked yourself back into your head, steadying yourself with a final breath before you chance smashing the glass on this illusion. Jared and Jensen backed off slightly to give you space. “When I said I’d never done anything like this I meant it.” You gave them a moment to absorb that but saw they hadn’t quite made the connection. “Like, anything,” you emphasised.

You saw their understanding slam into place.

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LGBTQIA+ books!

Pride month is coming up, and my eyes are peeled for more LGBTQIA+ books! In the meantime, here’s my current list. I haven’t read all of these, in fact I’ve only read a small portion of them, but all of them are either queer-centric, or have side characters representing. For the ones I’ve not read myself, my info comes only from what I’ve heard other people say! Also, I’m not necessarily saying that all of these books are good, but they have that representation we so crave!

If you know of any more, feel free to add them!

Long post, so rest is below the cut. Links go to Goodreads so you can read more info, but I’ll put some keywords along with them along with any trigger warnings I know of.

Adrift by Isabelle Adler The main character is gay OR bisexual, OR it may be that someone is gay and someone is bi. I haven’t read this one. Sci-fi, action, adventure, aliens, pirates

And I Darken by Kiersten White One of the main siblings is gay. YA, historical fantasy, romance, royalty, war, diverse

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz (most of Sáenz’s stuff is queer) Both main characters are gay. YA, romance, 80′s, Mexican-American, homophobia, hate crime, injury

Ash by Malinda Lo Main character is bisexual. YA, romance, fantasy, Cinderella retelling, fairy, hunter, royalty

The Bone Season by Samantha Shannon A side character and the temporary object of the main character’s affections is gay. YA, urban fantasy, sci-fi, dystopia, London, clairvoyants, gangs, supernatural race, enslavement, violence, abuse

Boy Meets Boy by David Levithan Main character is gay. A side character is a transgender female. YA, contemporary, romance, high school

Boy Meets Hamster by Birdie Milano Main character is gay. His best friend is a bisexual mixed race chubby girl. One of his love interests is black. Teen fiction/middle-grade, contemporary, romance, summer, disaster gay, homophobia, ableism, holiday park

Breaking His Spell by Foster Bridget Cassidy The main character and the prince are both gay. Fantasy, romance, Sleeping Beauty retelling, immortality, royalty, fake relationship, dragons

Captive Prince by C S Pacat The main character is a pleasure slave to another man. Historical fantasy, dark romance, adult, slavery, sexual assault and non-con, royalty, war

Carry On by Rainbow Rowell Main character is bisexual. His male love interest is gay. YA, humour, fantasy, romance, Harry Potter, vampire, wizard, enemies-to-lovers

The Cruel Prince by Holly Black Main character’s sister is bisexual. YA, fantasy, royalty, politics, fairies, murder

A Curse So Dark and Lonely by Brigid Kemmerer Main character’s brother is gay and in a relationship with a black boy. YA, contemporary & fantasy, Beauty & the Beast retelling, royalty, politics, disabled main character

A Darker Shade of Magic by V E Schwab One of the side characters is genderfluid. The prince is bisexual. Fantasy, parallel worlds, war, smuggler

The Deadly Nightshade by Justine Ashford One of the main characters is asexual. Sci-fi, futuristic, dystopia, war, gangs, humanity, violence, friendship

Dragonoak by Sam Farren Main character is a lesbian. Fantasy, adventure, knights, dark magic, secrets

Draw the Line by Laurent Linn Main character is gay. YA, contemporary, illustrated, homophobia, hate crime, Texas

Enemies Like These by P K Gardner Not sure about this one, there’s not a lot of information out there about it, but it’s tagged LGBT everywhere. Sci-fi, superheroes

Every Heart A Doorway by Seanan McGuire One of the main characters is asexual. One of the main character’s is transgender. YA, fantasy, mystery, murder, boarding school

Fourth World by Lyssa Chiavari Both main characters are asexual. One is demisexual. YA, sci-fi, dystopia, space, planet is dying, aliens

The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzi Lee Main character is bisexual. YA, historical, romance, Europe, roguish passions, responsibilities

Girls of Paper and Fire by Natasha Ngan Main character is a lesbian and gets into a romance with another girl. YA, historical fantasy, romance, politics, rebellion, demons, concubines, sexual assault, abuse, Asian-inspired

The Gloaming by Kirsty Logan Main character develops romantic feelings towards another girl. Fantasy, magical realism, mermaids, romance, Scotland

Good Angel by A M Blaushild Main character is AroAce (and there’s a host of other queer rep). YA, fantasy, university, heaven and hell, angels and demons

Gracefully Grayson by Ami Polonsky Main character is a very young transgender girl. Middle-grade/teen fiction, contemporary, identity, school

The Hazel Wood by Melissa Albert A lesbian couple appear in the second half of the book to assist the main characters. YA, urban fantasy, horror, fairytale, mystery

Heels Over Head by Elyse Springer Main character is closeted gay. His love interest is gay. Contemporary, new adult, sports, diving, water, opposites attract

Hello World by Tiffany Rose & Alexandra Tauber Main character is asexual. Sci-fi, thriller, hacker, human data chips, human trafficking, corrupt corporation

History Is All You Left Me by Adam Silvera Main character is gay. YA, contemporary, mental illness, sad, death, grief, romance

I’ll Give You the Sun by Jandy Nelson One of the main characters is gay. YA, contemporary, romance, siblings, drifting apart

The Inexplicable Logic of My Life by Benjamin Alire Sáenz One of the main characters lives with his adoptive gay father. YA, contemporary, Mexican-American main characters, loss, grief, identity

Just Juliet by Charlotte Reagan Main character is bisexual. Her love interest is a lesbian. YA, contemporary, romance, high school

The Last Chronomancer by Reilyn J Hardy Main character is AroAce. One of the side characters is genderfluid. Fantasy, adventure, curses, supernatural creatures

Let’s Talk About Love by Claire Kann Main character is asexual and biromantic (and black). YA, contemporary, romance, college, Japanese love interest

The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet by Becky Chambers One of the main characters winds up in a lesbian relationship with an alien who is pansexual. One character uses they/them pronouns, but is not explicitly non-binary. YA, sci-fi, space opera, adventure, running from the past, aliens, war, racism, found family, Dwarfism, Artificial Intelligence, romance

The Miseducation of Cameron Post by Emily M Danforth Main character is a lesbian. YA, contemporary, conservative character, religion, conversion therapy?

More Happy Than Not by Adam Silvera Main character is either bisexual or gay. YA, contemporary, romance, sad, suicide, homophobia, depression

More Than This by Patrick Ness Main character is gay. YA, sci-fi, death, afterlife, mystery, dystopia

Noah Can’t Even by Simon James Green The main character and his best friend kiss and end up together in the end only after a lot of soul-searching. Teen fiction/middle-grade, contemporary, romance, comedy, high school

Nocturna by Maya Motayne At least one queer side character (this book is very new, so I can’t find details) YA, fantasy, dark magic, Latinx-inspired, loss, abuse

Of Fire and Stars by Audrey Coulthurst Main character is either a lesbian or is bisexual. YA, fantasy, royalty, arranged marriage, assassination

Once & Future by Amy Rose Capetta & Cori McCarthy Main character is pansexual, she has two mothers. One side character is genderfluid. One side character is gay. YA, fantasy, sci-fi, King Arthur retelling, racially diverse, disabled side character, space, interdimensional travel, war, politics

Our Bloody Pearl by D N Bryn The siren character is non-binary (they/them) however it’s noted that humans can be non-binary too. One character is asexual. One character is a lesbian. Fantasy, pirates, romance, mermaids, steampunk, sci-fi, New Adult, found family

The Pardoner’s Tale by Morgan Ferdinand Main character is asexual. Urban fantasy, paranormal, vampires, werewolves, exorcist, monster-slayer

Peter Darling by Austin Chant Main character is a transgender male and gay. His love interest is gay. Fantasy, romance, historical, Peter Pan retelling, pirates, NeverLand, fairies, merpeople

Picture Us in the Light by Kelly Loy Gilbert Main character is gay. YA, contemporary, adoption, anxiety, mental illness, grief, suicide, Asian-American characters

Radio Silence by Alice Oseman Bisexual (and biracial) main character. Her best friend is gay and demisexual. I’m told that MOST characters in this book are LGBTQIA+ and that includes asexual! YA, contemporary, identity, diversity, friendship, mental illness

Release by Patrick Ness Main character is gay. YA, paranormal, thriller, mystery, contemporary, sexual assault, drugs, murder

The Rest of Us Just Live Here by Patrick Ness Honestly don’t know about this one, but I hear it does have something. YA, fantasy/sci-fi, superheroes, Chosen One

Showers Flowers and Fangs by Aidan Wayne Main character is a gay transgender male. His love interest is gay. YA, urban fantasy, romance, mythical/supernatural creatures (mainly fairy, vampire, and witch), menstruation, abuse

Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli Main character is gay. YA, contemporary, romance, high school, Love Simon, blackmail, Tumblr, secret identity

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller Main character is in a relationship with another man. Historical, Iliad retelling, Greek mythology, war, Gods and Goddesses

Stake Sauce by RoAnna Sylver Main character is grey-aro-ace, transgender, and gay. One of the side characters is AroAce. A few are in a polyamorous relationship. Literally all side characters are queer. YA, urban fantasy, vampires, mental health, disabled main character, PTSD, chubby vampire, chronic pain

The Storm Crow by Kalyn Josephson Main character’s female best friend spends the book crushing heavily on another girl. One of the minor side villains is gay and has a boyfriend. The main character’s mother (a queen) reportedly courted another girl in her youth. YA, fantasy, romance, royalty/politics, arranged marriage, depression, PTSD

Teeth by Zaya Feli There is an MLM romance. Someone is asexual. YA, historical, fantasy, Vikings

These Rebel Waves by Sara Raasch One of the three main characters is gay and in a relationship. YA, fantasy, politics, religion, royalty, botanical magic, pirates, steampunk, PTSD, secrets and lies, trust, racism, ignorance

They Both Die At the End by Adam Silvera One of the main characters is described as queer. The other is bisexual, and Cuban-American. YA, contemporary, romance, sad, death, speculative fiction

The Upside of Unrequited by Becky Albertalli Main character’s sister is a lesbian. YA, contemporary, romance, chubby protagonist, high school, crushes

We Are the Ants by Shaun David Hutchinson The main character is gay. YA, sci-fi, aliens and abductions, the world is ending, suicide

We Set the Dark on Fire by Tehlor Kay Mejia The main character is in a lesbian relationship. YA, politics, spies, school, Latina, dystopia

What If It’s Us by Becky Albertalli & Adam Silvera Both main characters are gay (one of them is Puerto Rican). A side character is bioromantic asexual (her exact words). YA, romance, contemporary, humour, summer, disaster gay, first time

Wicked Like a Wildfire by Lana Popovic One of the sisters is in a lesbian relationship. YA, fantasy, forbidden love, secrets

Will Grayson, Will Grayson by John Green & David Levithan One of the Wills is gay. YA, contemporary, humour, coming of age, friendship

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