#ANN!!!!!!!! STRONG BEAUTIFUL SOUL

[ascorian]

finally got my hands on persona so I can understand joker memes from now on. yay

[humansofnewyork]

“When I was a kid I’d hide between the bedpost and the wall and read books about King Arthur. I wanted to be a knight. I wanted to be anything other than my father. We lived under his rule; it was horror. My mother was loving, and strong in many ways. But she wouldn’t leave him. I used to watch her wipe her own blood off the walls. When I was thirteen I ran away for good. I didn’t tell her a thing; I just disappeared. And I know she was hurt by that. I slept in the park with a whole crew of punks and addicts. People in the neighborhood would give me little jobs. They trusted me, and I never stole from them. Because I had honor. I’d rob a leather coat from Macy’s in a minute, but that’s Macy’s. I’d never take a woman’s pocketbook. I’d never break into a deli. No matter how far I fell, my honor never failed me. Music never failed me. And a good book never failed me. One day it was pouring down rain, and I ducked into a cubby hole. There was a copy of The Diary of Anne Frank; just laying there. I was stoned out of my face. And I knew nothing about this little girl. But it’s pouring down rain; there was nothing else to do. So I read the whole thing. She was beautiful. All this horror, but she was surviving. And that gave me strength. By the time I was twenty-five I had my own room, with a hot plate, and a pair of reeboks. I was playing music with some cool cats. I was proud. It’s like: I’m making it. When I finally got clean, the first thing I did was knock on my mother’s door. Hadn’t seen her for twenty years, but she gave me the biggest hug. She told me that every Sunday since I’d left, she’d lit a candle and prayed for my soul. That night she cooked some chicken, which I killed. Then she gave me what was left in some Tupperware. That was smart, because I had to bring back the Tupperware. And I never stopped coming back. I’m 66 now. I’m clean, I live comfortably, I’m financially OK. And I still go to see her every Sunday. She’s 94. She’s half-blind. She can’t hear. But I’ll bring her cake, and we’ll talk. She likes to take my hand, so she can feel my rings. And while we’re talking, I can tell: she’s in heaven. I was able to give her that. I gave her peace.”

[chronically-ghosted]

the days i spend with you

rating: T

pairing: marcus pike x f!reader

word count: >1000

summary: a snow-storm keeps you from meeting Marcus's family over the holidays so you cheer him up by maintaining Pike family traditions.

warnings/tags: literally none, so much fluff, bad jokes, talking with your mouth full which is bad manners, references to air bud (do y'all even know who that is), minor praise in a barely kinky way, no y/n

a/n: i was feeling festive and my beautiful beautiful moots answered the call! @yoursoulsunbreakable requested: What about making apple scented candles with Marcus P on a rainy day? 🕯️🍎 🍁 this was healing to my soul to write so there will be more autumn/thanksgiving themed oneshots coming soon! (if you like these, please go look at @trulybetty 's october x 500 -- she did all of October with these yummy prompts, so please check them out and give her a follow!)

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“Stop it, you’re going to make me laugh.”

“I’m not even doing anything.”

“You’re going to make me drop it!”

“What do you want me to do? Shut my eyes?”

“Yes!”

With a smile, your eyes flicker between the dribbling hot wax and Marcus, laughing as he stands up and goes to the other side of the kitchen. He pops half a Snickerdoodle in his mouth.

“Shee ‘m ev’n in a d’frnt room. ‘Appy now?” 

Your distraction taken care of, you return your attention to the culmination of about eight hours of work. Arms straining with the heavy pot, you continue to pour out the amber colored liquid into the small glass container that came with the kit and you bite your lip, focus entirely on maintaining a steady hand. A whole number of things could go wrong here: you could spill the wax and have hot wax splash all over Marcus’s grandmother’s Queen Anne table, which could have been present at the original Thanksgiving. You could pour too fast and the wax would yank down the wick and then you’d have to pluck it out with tweezers before it could harden – naturally clumsy, adding speed to the mix would only incentivize more chaos.

But you hold steady, wrists tight, and the wax slowly fills to the top, the tiny string staying firmly around the chopsticks. 

“That’s it, baby, you’re doing perfect.”

His voice makes your toes clench in your shoes and you bite your lip harder. Caught half-way between wanting his praise and finding even his voice a distraction, you block him out entirely and lean forward, just as the wax reaches the lip of the glass container. Like Marcus had shown you on the one he did just before, you flick your wrist up and the flow of the wax drip, drip, drips until the last bit is stopped by the edge of the pot. 

For a moment, you worry about what you forgot to do or if you’ve missed a step – because everything looks too perfect. The wax is settling properly, a cinnamon apple smell pungent throughout the house, and the string holds strong. 

Firm, warm hands slide over your waist as Marcus kisses your neck. His breath smells like sugar, the weight behind you a balm and a praise all its own.

“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” He asks quietly as he noses your ear. “You’re a natural.” 

You bite your lip and run your palms over his knuckles, up to his elbows, then settling firmly on his forearms.

“I know I’m not as good as your sister, or your mom, but at least I didn’t spill everywhere.” You smile gently when he stiffens slightly behind you. Twisting in his arms, you put a hand on that smooth face you love with all your heart. He returns your smile, but it's dampened. You know he’s disappointed that the weather grounded all planes to Maine where the Pikes’ have a winter home – he had been so looking forward to introducing you to his family. “I hope I haven’t shamed your ancestors with my shoddy candle making.”

Marcus laughs and shakes his head, returning the hug around your waist. “You haven’t shamed anyone. I give that candle a ten out of ten.” 

“And I burned the wax only once!” This time you laugh with him as he kisses your cheek. You forget how easy a happy Marcus shows affection, someone entirely different from the forlorn man you met all those months ago after he moved to Washington from Austin. “What’s next for the Pike family Thanksgiving Olympics?”

“Well, for a championship gold medal like that, I think all contestants deserve a hot chocolate and a repeat viewing of A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving.” He pats your butt and walks into the kitchen. “Save me a seat, will ya?”

You smirk then flex in a pose as you head for the couch like you’re showing off your muscles on the Miami boardwalk. “You got it, champ. Put me in, cap, I’ll bring home the gold yet again! Airbud ain’t got nothing on me! Those Rooskies can’t defeat my hockey skills and–,” 

A hand catches your elbow halfway through a pretend hockey stick swing and you stumble back into his arms. You have a second to see his half-lidded eyes before he kisses you, your cheeks nestled between his palms. And you, predictable, go as weak-kneed as a dame on a tarmac. Your hands curl around his wrists, his cashmere sweater as soft as he is.

He nips at your bottom lip, almost a more affectionate squeeze than a real bite and you sigh, adjusting yourself to get closer to him. When he finally pulls away, you feel a little lightning-struck. You lift your heavy lids to his rich, dark brown eyes. The smile he gives you is a full on Pike smile, nothing dampened or dimmed about it.

“Thank you for being here,” he murmurs to your lips. You can’t wait to kiss chocolate off his later. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Marcus.” 

There is no silence with Marcus, only quiet contentment. Outside, the snow patters softly against the windows, piling up in the eaves of the house and the bends of the trees and the curves of the cars, the miles of road – a truly snowed-in Thanksgiving.

“Marshmallows with whipped cream?”

“Marshmallows with whipped cream.” You nod seriously. He lets you go and you kiss him once more on the cheek before going to find a good blanket to snuggle under. His heart so full it truly might burst, he turns back to the kitchen to start heating up the milk. 

So the weather ruined his plans this time around, the small black box remaining hidden in the bottom of his suitcase. Well, there is always Christmas to do it in front of his family. And if the weather continued to thwart his perfect proposal, he’d do it in the damn driveway if he had to. 

He didn’t want to waste another second with his ring anywhere but your finger.

[m-jelly]

Hello, Jelly! How are you?

What about demon prince! Levi? The reader is a witch who must give her soul to the Demon King, but he does not accept this payment.

Instead, he asks for her hand in marriage for his only son, the demon prince Levi. Levi is lonely and his father is worried about him, so he thinks that finding a mate for him is a good solution.

The reader agrees to this, which results in Levi and her falling madly in love. Levi is happy that he has found the love of his life, just like his beloved

@ladycheesington <3

Spell veil

Levi x dem!reader

Royal AU, demon Levi, witch reader, fluff, romance, arranged marriage, falling in love, love at first sight.

You're meant to offer your soul for power to the demon king, but the king is concerned about his lonely son. Instead of losing your soul, the king offers you marriage to his son. You meet the prince and the two of you fall helplessly in love with each other.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

"I decline, but I do have another offer."

You stared at the demon King. "You decline? Is there something wrong with my soul?"

"It's too nice." He chuckled. "Nothing wrong with that. I just need something different."

You pouted a little at the handsome King. "So, what is this other offer?"

He released a long sigh as he considered his offer. The wooden throne creaked when he rose from him. A thudding from his boots echoed in the room when he descended the stairs. Even though he was tall, he had this kind and soothing aura about him, it was hard to believe he was the demon King.

A gentle smile spread on his lips. "You are really cute and you're talented."

You frowned. "Thank you?"

"Are you single?"

"Yes..."

He clasped his hands together. "Wonderful! So is my son! He is very handsome, strong, kind and he has a lot of love to give." He ushered you along and through his grand halls. "He is hardworking as well. He's normally drinking tea and working on some papers in his office or the grand greenhouse." He stopped a maid. "Where is my son?"

The maid bowed. "His Highness is in the greenhouse."

"Thank you!" He dragged you to the greenhouse that took your breath away.

The greenhouse was like an old Victorian one. A large water feature was in the middle. Grand flowers and trees decorated the walls. Near the edge of the greenhouse was a cosy corner with blankets, seats, cushions and a very handsome man sat with papers.

You gasped as heat spread over your cheeks. "Wow."

The king chuckled. "Told you he's handsome." He strolled over to his son and left you standing there. "Levi! My boy. I have someone for you."

Levi looked up from his papers. "Mm?"

"You've been lonely and I said I would find you a wife, so I found you this cute witch!"

Levi leaned a little to look around his father at you. Hopes were not high in Levi, but as soon as he locked eyes with you his heart raced in his chest. To him, you were beautiful beyond words could describe. Instinct took over. He rose to his feet and approached you. A gentle sparkled filled his eyes as he gazed at you.

Your heart skipped a beat when Levi smiled a little bit before caressing your cheek. You bowed your head and hummed. "Y-Your Highness."

"Levi, please." He lifted some of your hair and kissed it. "What is your name?"

You stammered your name. "It's lovely to meet you."

"You too." He gulped hard, he didn't wat to mess up his chance with you. "Would you like to join me for tea?"

"Please."

He escorted you to his little corner and poured you a drink. "Tell me everything about you."

Maids and butlers moved out of the way of the prince while he stormed his way through the halls. Months ago they used to clear the path because he was always in a mood, but then the King brought you into his life and Levi had changed.

Levi was on a mission and this time it was for love. He knew exactly where you were and he knew very well his father did it on purpose. The grand doors of the throne room appeared before him, he was here for you. With a swift kick, the doors slammed open to reveal the King, Queen and you.

The King smiled at Levi and waved. "Hello, son!"

Levi looked at what was going on, it seemed you were showing them a few spells. He hurried over to you and scooped you up into his arms. "My fiancée, mine."

Your cheeks burned as you felt a little flustered. "Levi, the king-."

"Is my father and I'm your fiancé. I want you." He pouted so sweetly. "Ignore my father."

You smiled a little. "You want attention?"

"Of course." He carried you away from his parents. "I'm a very demanding demon. I desire my fiancée's full attention."

You hugged him tightly as he carried you through the halls. "You have me. So, where are we going?"

"To our corner in the greenhouse."

You kissed his cheek causing him to blush. "Did you ever think that you'd be like this with someone years ago?"

"No." He smiled down at you. "But I'm so glad you tried to offer your soul to my father because now I have you." He lay you down on a bed of blankets. "Mine for eternity."

You gasped at the thought. "You're right, we'll be together for eternity."

He leaned over you and began kissing your neck and face. "Does that make you happy?"

You cupped his face and smiled sweetly. "Very."

He played with your hair as you lightly played with his pointed ears an then his horns. "I love it when you touch me as much as you do."

You hummed a laugh. "You're just so soft and warm."

He called your name. "My little spell bunny, I love you."

You smiled at your handsome fiancé. "I love you, Levi."

[princesssarisa]

I'm now reading another of Heidi Ann Heiner's fairy tale collections. Sleeping Beauties: Sleeping Beauty and Snow White Tales from Around the World. Since I enjoyed Cinderella Tales from Around the World so much, I couldn't resist opening another of Heiner's books.

The first part of the book is devoted to the different international versions of Sleeping Beauty, the second part to the different versions of Snow White. This is followed by other tales of "sleeping beauties" that don't fit nearly into either category.

We start with the medieval Sleeping Beauty prototype tales from the 13th and 14th centuries.

*The earliest known prototype of the Sleeping Beauty story is the Norse and Germanic legend of Brynhild (a.k.a. Brunhild, Brunhilda, Brünnhilde, or other variations). This legend first appears in the Poetic Edda, the Prose Edda, and the Volsunga Saga from 13th century Iceland. It also appears in the German Nibelungenlied (although that version doesn't include the enchanted sleep), and its most famous modern adaptation is in Richard Wagner's four-opera cycle Der Ring des Nibelungen. The figure of Brynhild also inspired the Marvel superheroine Valkyrie.

**The Sleeping Beauty-like portion of the legend is this. The beautiful and strong-willed Brynhild is one of the valkyries, the warrior maiden servants (and in some versions daughters) of Odin (or Woden, Wotan, etc.) who preside over battlefields and bring the souls of fallen heroes to Valhalla. But Brynhild disobeys Odin by saving (or trying to save) the life of a warrior who was marked for death. (The man's identity, why he was meant to die, why she defends him, and whether she succeeds in saving him or not varies between versions.) As punishment, Odin banishes her to the mortal realm, pricks her with a "sleep thorn," and places her in a castle (or just on a rock) surrounded by a ring of fire, condemning her to sleep until a man brave enough to venture through the flames arrives to wake her and become her husband. (In some versions, she has attendants and servants who all sleep along with her.) Many years later, the fearless hero Sigurd, or Siegfried, succeeds in passing unharmed through the flames and wakes Brynhild by cutting off her valkyrie armor (or in later retellings influenced by Sleeping Beauty, with a kiss). The couple doesn't live happily ever after, however: their further adventures and eventual tragic fates are a story for another day.

**Even though it's a well-known fact that in "the original Sleeping Beauty stories," the prince (or his counterpart) impregnates the sleeping heroine and she wakes after she gives birth, no such thing happens in this earliest proto-version. If we assume that this really is the Western world's first tale of a heroine in an enchanted sleep, then it seems as if that sordid detail was a later addition.

*Next in Heiner's book come several medieval French Sleeping Beauty tales, mostly from Arthurian romances. These are the tales where we first see the motif of the heroine's love interest raping her in her sleep and fathering a child. Since few of them have ever been translated into modern English, the book simply summarizes them instead of printing them in full.

**The best-known of these stories, which most resembles Sleeping Beauty as we know it today, is the tale of Troylus and Zellandine from Le Roman de Perceforest, an Arthurian romance from 14th or 15th century France. In this tale, a knight named Troylus loves a princess named Zellandine. Then learns that while spinning, Zellandine has suddenly fallen into a deep sleep, from which no one can wake her. With the help of a spirit named Zephir and the goddess Venus, Troylus enters the tower where she lies and, at Venus's urging, he takes her virginity. Nine months later, Zellandine gives birth to a son, and when the baby sucks on her finger, she wakes. Zellandine's aunt now arrives, and reveals the whole backstory, which only she knew. When Zellandine was born, the goddesses Lucina, Themis, and Venus came to bless her. As was customary, a meal was set out for the three goddesses, but then the room was left empty so they could enter, dine, and give their blessings unseen; but the aunt hid behind the door and overheard them. Themis received a second-rate dinner knife compared to those of the other two, so she cursed the princess to someday catch a splinter of flax in her finger while spinning, fall into a deep sleep, and never awaken. But Venus altered the curse so that it could be broken and promised to ensure that it would be. When the baby sucked Zellandine's finger, he sucked out the splinter of flax. Eventually, Zellandine and Troylus reunite, marry, and become ancestors of Sir Lancelot.

***This tale provides some answers for questions that the traditional Sleeping Beauty raises. In the familiar tale, the king, the queen, and their court know about the curse, so why do they keep it a secret from the princess? Yes, they avoid upsetting her by doing so, but the end result is that when she finally sees a spindle, she doesn't know to beware of it. Why not warn her? And why is there a random old woman in the castle, spinning with presumably the kingdom's one spindle that wasn't destroyed, and why, despite living in the castle does she not know about the curse? (It's no wonder that most adaptations make her the fairy who cursed the princess in disguise.) Yet in this earlier version, there are no such questions: no one except the eavesdropping aunt knows about the curse, because it was cast in private, so no one can take precautions against it. Another standout details is the fact that Zellandine's sleep doesn't last for many years, and that the man who wakes her already loved her before she fell asleep. Disney didn't create those twists after all!

**The other medieval French Sleeping Beauty tales are Pandragus and Libanor (where Princess Libanor's enchanted sleep only lasts one night, just long enough for Pandragus to impregnate her), Brother of Joy and Sister of Pleasure (where the princess isn't asleep, but dead – yet somehow the prince still impregnates her – and is revived by an herb that a bird carries to her), and Blandin de Cornoalha (a knight who, refreshingly, doesn't impregnate the sleeping maiden Brianda, but breaks her spell by bringing a white hawk to her side).

*All of these early Sleeping Beauty tales are just one part of bigger poetic sagas. Maybe this explains why Sleeping Beauty is fairly light on plot compared to other famous fairy tales (i.e. we're told what's going to happen, and then it does happen, and it all seems inevitable from the start). Of course one argument is that it's a symbolic tale: symbolic of a young girl's coming-of-age, as the princess's childhood ends when she falls asleep and her adulthood begins when she wakes, and/or symbolic of the seasons, with the princess as a Persephone-like figure whose sleep represents winter and whose awakening represents spring. That's all valid. But maybe another reason for the flimsy plot is that the earliest versions of the tale were never meant to stand alone. They were just episodes in much longer and more complex narratives.

@ariel-seagull-wings, @adarkrainbow, @themousefromfantasyland

[artbylenshypnotix]

@marzipanthots Hi Here are some of my Top MM Love stories - Enemies to Lovers.. Slow burn, hot hero tortured, MC1 abused by MC2 turn Lover , MM Whomp books - highly recommended

#1 Captive Prince - CS Pacat

#2 Prince’s Assassin - Ariana Nash

#3) Kate Aaron - Free Men Series - MM Romance - The Slave, The Soldier, The Master

#4) Ann Somerville- The Surrogate - hell yeah MMM

#5) Ai No Kusabi book series - holy shit - an elite kidnaps the head of a street gang and and sets out to break him down until he’s a willing Pet/ sex slave - MM

#5.5) Taming Riki book series the Alternative Universe of the Ai No Kusabi series -MM, MM

#6) Bloodraven PL Nunn - only for the strong - M M(other) -Serious Warning labels

#7) Jex Lane - Beautiful Monsters - ( Captive, Sire , Broken) MMM(Other) - Warning Labels

#8) Ariana Nash- Silk and Steel (4 books) Series - Fantasy MM

—- What’s your favorites?

——Some new adds

#9) Adrienne Wilder - 2 books - NOX & Anubis - a powerful Beta abducts the man that will be his alpha -Other M/M

#10) Lily Mayne - 9 books of the monstrous series starting with Soul Eater - Other M,M

#11) KA Merikan - Feel My Pain - triggers

[evita-shelby]

They did not know we were seeds

Chapter 1

Cw: mentions of drug abuse, death.

Tagging: @justrainandcoffee @call-sign-shark @emotionalcadaver @peakyswritings

There is something about the girl from Ten that reminds her of Lucy Gray.

Perhaps it was the colors in her blouse’s embroidery that defied the soul crushing weight of the Capitol’s boot on her district’s metaphorical neck, or that defiant smile she wore as they presented her as the chosen tribute.

She did not sing, she did not stuff a snake down a girl’s shirt, but that freckled girl with tan skin and wavy dark hair was Lucy Gray Baird come back to life. Coriolanus and Gaul have seen it too and so it falls on Tigris to protect her from their poison even if she cannot save her from the arena.

“I will style District 10, if you have any complaints about it, you may bring them to President Snow.” Tigris flashed her feline smile at her fellow stylists, already having Eva Smith’s outfits decided.

Eva Smith and her male counterpart, manage to impress the Capitol citizens with their covey-like colors, those who still remember Lucy Gray fondly are the first to sponsor her.

The Tigress knows she will lose her coveted spot, but Cinna and Portia are more than capable of holding their own now. It will be worth it, she reminds herself as she remakes Lucy Gray’s dress from memory.

Coriolanus will know she means to sever the last bond holding them together.

Tribute Eva Smith will be Snow’s greatest nightmare.

Eva doesn’t trust the tiger woman.

Nor her escort, nor her mentor who can’t seem to remember her name and calls her Maria more often than not. It wasn’t their fault, about half the girls in 10 are named Maria or Mary. Her mentor’s own daughter was named Mary, and now thinks all brown haired girls are her.

Eva Smith was just a few months shy of her eighteenth birthday the day she was reaped. All those between the ages of twelve and eighteen had to come from all corners of the district to the Justice Square and awaited their fates in their Sunday’s best.

She wore a blue skirt that reached her shins and a blouse that once belonged to her dead sister, Feli had worn it for her wedding. Spent all her savings for colorful threads from the only haberdasher who had them.

She wears fine cowboy boots even she as a landowner’s only child can’t afford, brown leather boots with a matching belt and hat band. The rainbow ruffles of her skirt match the feathers on her hat and the embroidery in her partner’s charro outfit.

They are called beautiful by those who send them to their deaths.

At least the tiger woman knew enough to respect their district’s culture, Eva thinks as she sees the district 12 tributes dresses as miners and dusted with soot.

“You remind of someone, a girl from the districts who no one thought she’d win.” The woman smiles as docile as a kitten. But even kittens scratch, and even big cats can feign innocence just like the woman before her.

She must be lying, twelve has never had a female victor. As if sensing her skepticism, Tigris Snow clarifies it was on the early games when no one watched and most Victors too old to be alive.

Eva’s Mentor was from the 17th, she was as old as Mags Flanagan from 4. She barely remembered anything these days because she once took morphine when her only child, Mary Anne, was reaped at the last Quarter Quell and she never recovered.

“How did she win?” Eva asks. Not everyone wins by killing, some hide it out and manage to survive. Twelve’s past victor had already taken to curing his sorrows with a bottle, but he had used the forcefield in the arena to win. Perhaps this victor had a strategy.

“Someone risked everything to take her to victory.” The tiger said with nostalgia, as if that had been a sweet, beautiful thing and not a hellish nightmare. “An alliance so strong he gave up everything for her victory.”

But it was a strange strategy, to rely on an alliance so strong the male tribute chose to die for the girl. Eva knows she is charming and pretty, but she doesn’t know if that will be enough to buy her a truce with the presumed winner of this game: Laurentius Nelson, twin brother of last year’s victor.

And yet when she catches his eye at the mandatory training, Eva considers the strategy. Her mentor’s strategy was just to run and pray they don’t find you.

Who says she cannot try both?

“Call me Laurie.” He is more boy than man, even if he is exactly like his brother. Had the games come a month or so later, Eva would be the same age as them.

Laurie is tall, broad shouldered, handsome even, and his blue eyes have brown at their center. He has freckles and has yet to lose that boyish innocence his brother lacks. Except for that, they are identical.

He doesn’t know hunger, or necessity like even she has and yet his district trains killers. Whether they kill at the games or as peacekeepers makes no difference for them.

“Eva, but you may call me whatever you like.” she gives him her best smile and swallows the guilt she already feels for doing this.

If she lives, she may learn to trust the Tiger Woman and hate her for this.

[revasserium]

the unofficial ultimate bungo stray dogs reading list

this is mainly for myself bc i rly do want to read most if not all of these and i'm sure it's already been done by someone somewhere. but, i thought why not post it lmao; most if not all of these can be found on anna's archive, z-library, or project gutenberg! (also, consider buying from your local bookstore!) for those that are a bit harder to find, i've included links, though some are from j-stor and would require login to access.

detective agency:

osamu dazai:

no longer human (novel)

the setting sun (novel)

nakajima atsushi:

the moon over the mountain: stories (short story collection)

light, wind and dreams (short story)

fukuzawa yukichi:

an encouragement of learning (17 volume collections of writings)

all the countries of the world, for children written in verse (textbook)

yosano akiko:

kimi shinitamou koto nakare (poem)

midaregami (poetry collection)

edogawa ranpo:

the boy detectives club (book series)

japanese tales of mystery and imagination (short story collection)

the early cases of akechi kogoro (novel)

kunikida doppo:

river mist and other stories (short story collection)

izumi kyouka:

demon lake (play)

spirits of another sort: the plays of izumi kyoka (play collection)

tanizaki junichirou:

the makioka sisters (novel)

the red roof and other stories (short story collection)

miyazawa kenji:

ame ni mo makezu; be not defeated by the rain (poem)

night on the galactic railroad (novel)

strong in the rain (poetry collection)

port mafia:

mori ougai:

vita sexualis (novel)

the dancing girl (novel)

nakahara chuuya:

poems of nakahara chuya (poetry collection)

akutagawa ryuunosuke:

rashoumon (short story)

the spider's thread (short story)

rashoumon and other stories (short story collection)

ozaki kyouyou:

the gold demon (novel)

higuchi ichiyou:

in the shade of spring leaves (biography and short stories)

hirotsu ryuurou:

falling camellia (novel)

tachihara michizou:

in mourning for the summer (poem)

midwinter momento (poem)

from the country of eight islands: an anthology of japanese poetry (poetry collection)

kajii motojirou:

lemon (short story)

yumeno kyuusaku:

dogra magra (novel)

oda sakunosuke:

flawless/immaculate (short story)

sakaguchi ango:

darakuron (essay)

the guild:

f. scott fitzgerald:

the great gatsby (novel)

the beautiful and the damned (novel)

edgar allen poe:

the raven (poem)

the black cat (short story)

the murders in the rue morgue (short story)

herman melville:

moby dick (novel)

h.p. lovecraft:

the call of cthulhu (short story)

the shadow out of time (novella)

john steinbeck:

the grapes of wrath (novel)

of mice and men (novel)

lucy maud montgomery:

anne of green gables (novel)

the blue castle (novel)

chronicles of avonlea (short story collection)

louisa may alcott:

little women (novel)

the brownie and the princess (short story collection)

margaret mitchell:

gone with the wind (novel)

mark twain:

the adventures of tom sawyer (novel)

adventures of huckleberry finn (novel)

nathaniel hawthorn:

the scarlet letter (novel)

rats in the house of the dead:

fyodor dostoevsky:

crime and punishment (novel)

the brothers karamozov (novel)

notes from the underground (short story collection)

alexander pushkin:

eugene onegin (novel)

a feast in time of plague (play)

ivan goncharov:

the precipice (novel)

oguri mushitarou:

the perfect crime (novel)

decay of the angel:

fukuchi ouchi:

the mirror lion, a spring diversion (kabuki play)

bram stoker:

dracula (novel)

dracula's guest and other weird stories (short story collection)

nikolai gogol:

the overcoat (short story)

dead souls (novel)

hunting dogs: (i must caveat here that the hunting dogs are named after much more comparatively obscure jpn writers/playwrights so i was unable to find a lot of the specific pieces actually mentioned; but i still wanted to include them on the list because well -- it wouldn't be a bsd list without them)

okura teruko:

gasp of the soul (short story; i wasn't able to find an english translation)

devil woman (short story)

jouno saigiku:

priceless tears (kabuki play; no translation but at least we have a summary)

suehiro tetchou:

setchuubai/a political novel: plum blossoms in snow (novel)

division for unusual powers:

taneda santouka:

the santoka: versions by scott watson (poetry collection)

tsujimura mizuki:

lonely castle in the mirror (novel)

yesterday's shadow tag (short story collection; i was unable to find a translation)

order of the clock tower:

agatha christie:

and then there were none (novel)

murder on the orient express (novel)

she is the best selling fiction writer of all time there's too much to list here

mimic:

andre gide:

strait is the gate (novel)

trascendents:

arthur rimbaud:

illuminations (poetry collection)

the drunken boat (poem)

a season in hell (prose poem)

johann von goethe:

faust

the sorrows of young werther

paul verlaine:

clair de lune (poem, yes it did inspire the debussy piece, yes)

poems under saturn (poetry collection)

victor hugo:

the hunchback of notre-dame (novel)

les miserables (novel)

william shakespeare:

romeo and juliet (play)

a midsummer nights' dream (play)

sonnets (poetry collection)

the seven traitors:

jules verne:

around the world in 80 days (novel)

journey to the center of the earth (novel)

twenty thousand leagues under the seas (novel)

other:

natsume souseki:

i am a cat (novel)

kokoro (novel)

botchan (novel)

h.g. wells:

the time machine (novella)

the invisible man (novel)

the war of the worlds (novel)

shibusawa tatsuhiko:

the travels of prince takaoka (novel; unable to find translation)

dr. mary wollstonecraft godwin shelley

frankenstein (novel)

[cricket-reader]

Cricket-reader’s Recommendation List

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Series

Your Hands Have Made Some Good Mistakes by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

Two Sides of the Same Coin by @anonymityisfunwriter

Drifting by @real-jane

Anachronism by @Itbarnes

The Colliding Tides of You by @missmonsters2

Ruins by @littlemissmarvelous

unconventional methods by @marvelouslizzie

Misunderstandings by @preciousbarnes

past lives by @helvonasche

Safe with me by @bitsandbobsandstuff

Seeing Red by @mypoisonedvine

Oneshots

worth it. by @creativebeang

Shrapnel by @real-jane

You Drew Stars Around My Scars by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

How’s Your Head? by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Dear January by @writing-for-marvel

Redemption by @buckyalpine

Aching by @bbyboybucket

I Wanna Be Yours by @buckybabesonly

Warrior/Worrier by @delaber

the right partner by @bucky-bucket-barnes

From Your Smile to Your Soul by @orions-athenaeumficlibrary

Glutton for Punishment by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Purgatory by @wkemeup

The Color of Blood by @theidiotwhowritesthings

Protect me by @theeleggymeggy

Daffodils by @gaysindistress

The Ultimatum by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

The Rain is Always Gonna Come if You’re Standing With Me by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Love Hurts by @theeleggymeggy

Series

Sunshine, Starlight, Sweetheart, Brightside by @romanarose

Tales Untold by @softlyspector

Series

Trust Fall by @darsynia

Stolen by @theidiotwhowritesthings

Oneshots

Even Heroes Can't Always be Strong by @larcenywrites

Falling in Love by @larcenywrites

bad reputation by @imperialstark

Series

Beauty and the Snake Prince by @ijuststareatstuffhereok89

Oneshots

all i wanted by @andsheloved

Oneshots

Gifted Kid Burnout by @farfromstrange

Safe and Sound by @devils-dares

Kissmas Day 8 by @promptthebear

Emotional Support Teddy Bear by @farfromstrange

Series

holding them gently (these confessions) by @privateanxieties

You’ve Been Gone For So Long, Baby by @bellaxgiornata

Wake Up by @sunflowersandsapphires

Series

Nothing but the Truth by @anika-ann

[thislovintime]

Peter Tork and Davy Jones in Minneapolis, August 4, 1967; photo 1 published in The Minneapolis Star; photo 2 via goodtimemusic.

“[Peter] said he once attended Carleton College (in Northfield, Minn.) but flunked out. He said he likes the people and scenery here, but said ‘I still don’t believe in grades.’ I asked him how would change his image if he could. He said he does change his hairstyle, wears wilder shirts and no shoes. Peter had a message for the kids: ‘Be happy. My happiness quotient has gone up steadily in the last eight years. I used to be a fat, punk 17-year-old and decided to change.’” - Nancy Adams (14), President of a Twin Cities Monkees Fan Club; The Minneapolis Star, August 5, 1967

“’When I was 16,’ Peter admits, ‘I just didn’t have any confidence in myself. I really thought I was devoid of any kind of sex appeal. But today all of that is really changing. ‘It used to be that the girls I dated weren’t necessarily beauties, but now it seems they’re getting more and more beautiful because I have added confidence in myself as a person.’ Before you start thinking Peter is getting conceited, stop right where you are and let him explain. ‘Now by beauty, I don’t necessarily mean what’s on the outside. I mean the whole of a person. Her mind, her soul, and her body. In other words, the total person. A more complete person is a more beautiful person.’ Peter looks back on his problems during his teenage years as mostly being caused by thinking too much about himself in the wrong way. ‘I thought a lot of things about myself when I was younger that just weren’t true. Now that I’m older and I have studied I think I’m beginning to understand where it’s at. Before I just didn’t. Now I can forget myself and enjoy what I’m doing because I’m not really searching to find out who I am anymore. I know.’ […] Peter often returns in conversation to when he was 16-years-old. ‘I had no faith, then,’ he admits. ‘I was constantly leaning on other people. This wasn’t fair to them or to myself.’ Today, of course, Peter has developed a very strong philosophy… a deep belief in himself and his place in the universe.” - article by Ann Moses (presumably), Monkee Spectacular, June 1968

While in the Twin Cities area, The Monkees were on KDWB; some portions have been posted here and here, and in one edit on this fan page's YouTube channel.

[etincelleart]

Hello can you tell me what Star Stable is about cuz based on your other posts I thought it was about like horses and stuff but there are VOID PORTALS AND EXPLOSIONS?? I have several questions--

XD Yeah I can understand how going from horses to explosions can be pretty strange--

So, basically it's an online multiplayers game and the story is that during a summer you come on the island of Jorvik for a horse riding camp, and you end up meeting 4 girls (Alex, Linda, Lisa and Anne) and you become friends and team up with them to defend the island from evil forces. They're Soul Riders which means they all have different powers and abilities (Lisa can heal, Linda has visions, Alex has lightning and Anne opens portals). And the thing with Jorvik is that people on this island have a strong connection to horses magic, druids are important, and the 4 girls have a Soul Horse who reincarnate at the end of their lives

And against the Soul Riders we have the Dark Riders who try to wake up Garnok, an evil force trying to destroy everything

And there are a lot of horses and between all of this you get to enjoys beautiful sceneries and druid magic and just train and take care of your horses and do races against other players and it's super fun aha

I grew up with this game and now I'm basically among the oldest players-

I'll add some screenshots I took recently :]

(also there are gay people in it because Alex and Maya are together and there's another sapphic couple and also non binary characters)

(You have Anne's portal at the end xD)

Also Alex is so cool I love her (they're all cool but she's my fav from the Soul Riders)

[hekateinhell]

Hello! Just a humble question, if you'd like to answer, I would love to hear your opinion! So: from an artistic point of view, or a writers point of view, what *exactly* makes Devil's Minion so good? Is it the fact that it is so brief? All that is left unsaid? The topic itself? Daniel's voice? The settings? The fantasy? When I first read it, it had such an effect on me, and it has become one of my favourite stories, ever. Yet, if I would want to explain exactly why I wouldn't really now how.

Hi! ❤️

I had to think about this one for a few days if I wanted to answer more than just: "Yes, all of that, everything!" Which I will now attempt to do.

For me, what first struck my fancy was how perfectly Anne captured the dynamic between a vampire (the predator) and a human (the natural prey). This isn't a YA story of the pure, innocent virgin being seduced by the big bad vampire.

We can't really say it's a realistic portrayal since these are obviously fictional monsters--but I feel like there are so many mundane (even conventional) elements that serve to contrast and emphasize the impossible nature of their relationship.

They go to the opera! They watch TV! They take college classes and go to parties together! They fight and make up and feel bad when the other is hurting!

In New York they went tearing to museum openings, cafes, bars, adopted a young dancer, paying all his bills through school. They sat on the stoops in SoHo and Greenwich Village whiling the hours away with anybody who would stop to join them. They went to night classes in literature, philosophy, art history, and politics. They studied biology, bought microscopes, collected specimens. They studied books on astronomy and mounted giant telescopes on the roofs of the buildings in which they lived for a few days or a month at most. They went to boxing matches, rock concerts, Broadway shows.

At the same time, there's very much this persistent Eldritch horror undertone throughout, and it's part of the romance. Daniel loved the evil and darkness he perceived as being part of his lover's predatory nature, and he craved it for himself because he lacked the ability to comprehend the price that came with being such a creature (which, I mean--given Armand's history and everything he'd witnessed--of course, he would want to spare him that!).

Daniel stared hard at the creature before him, this thing that looked human and sounded human but was not. There was a horrid shift in his consciousness; he saw this being like a great insect, a monstrous evil predator who had devoured a million human lives. And yet he loved this thing. He loved its smooth white skin, its great dark brown eyes. He loved it not because it looked like a gentle, thoughtful young man, but because it was ghastly and awful and loathsome, and beautiful all at the same time. He loved it the way people love evil, because it thrills them to the core of their souls. Imagine, killing like that, just taking life any time you want it, just doing it, sinking your teeth into another and taking all that that person can possibly give.

Anne was also extremely intentional in establishing the S&M power dynamics between Armand and Daniel and how it all played out.

The ten-year relationship between Armand and Daniel is the epitome of the fluctuations of dominance and submission. Each struggles for both surrender and control. Armand likes to be dominated and wants a teacher, although he is in fact a powerful vampire who can torment and even kill Daniel at will. When Daniel feels strong, he walks away from the relationship, but inevitably he disintegrates and surrenders to Armand, who is always ready to come and get him. They play a game, for each has something the other wants. Daniel describes himself as a mortal slave, the "devil's minion," but Armand is as much a slave to him.

The culminating scene in the Villa of the Mysteries expresses this, for when Armand finally yields and makes Daniel a vampire, he gives up his masterful position. He gives in to what Daniel wants. The S&M relationship shifts. It is while in the state of surrender that Armand performs the Dark Trick.

[X]

Further, she said that it was writing Armand with Daniel that changed how she saw Armand's character: "He'd been a horrible person in [IWTV] but I think he's a good person with Daniel. I loved his affair with Daniel." I adore that, and it shines through in the text. Anne was all about humanizing the vampire, and that's exactly what Daniel did in loving Armand and in being loved by him in return.

Ugly fights, terrible fights, finally, Armand broken down, glassy-eyed with silent rage, then crying softly but uncontrollably as if some lost emotion had been rediscovered which threatened to tear him apart. “I will not do it, I cannot do it. Ask me to kill you, it would be easier than that. You don’t know what you ask for, don’t you see? It is always a damnable error! Don’t you realize that any one of us would give it up for one human lifetime?

As far as I know, there's nothing quite like Devil's Minion within the vampire literary genre. It is as realistic a depiction of a real-word type human/vampire relationship as you can get.

I do agree that it being such a short chapter probably does play a part! Anne didn't have a chance to fuck it up and just about every sentence is loaded with information that tells us so much about those two, separate and together (I'm compiling a list because it's ridiculous). And yet, yes, there's still so much left unsaid. It haunts me.

[beanghostprincess]

I pray you remember Anne of green gables or watched Anne with an e cuz Shuggy has such strong shirbert vibes it’s driving me insane

The rivalry? The fact that Anne hit Gilbert with her slate for calling out her biggest complex, while he thought he was just teasing her. The

love unfold naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.

And

We are going to be the best of friends. We were born to be good friends, Anne. You've thwarted destiny enough.

AND

Gilbert had been asked to describe his ideal woman the description would have answered point for point to Anne, even to those seven tiny freckles whose obnoxious presence still continued to vex her soul

I have no idea what you're talking about because I have not watched that show or read the book but I'm sure you're right and the way you're describing it sounds pretty Shuggy coded. So!! I support this!!

[m-jelly]

I was wondering if you could do a Levi x Reader where you insert her into the storyline of one of the episodes of AOT. They just started dating and Levi is a little over protective of her when going on missions. To the point where other Scouts noticed She’s also shorter than him (by like an inch).

This is my first time making a request so if I’ve done it wrong I apologize !!

@ladycheesington <3

Medic

Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Canon world, romance, fluff, protective Levi, season 1 Levi, shorter reader.

Concept: Going back to season 1 when Levi is first introduced. Levi clears the Titans in the area but keeps making sure a small little base set up on a roof is protected. People take notice of Levi staying close to a spot and know the new medic is stationed there.

Taglist: @ladycheesington @skittlelover69 @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @notgoodforlife @galactict3a @li-anne @thebobaprincess @nbinairyn @2moth-anon2 @youre-ackermine @demonsimp6

The wind pushed its cold fingers through soft raven hair. Steel blue eyes focused on the target. A disgusted click of a tongue escaped kissable soft lips. Muscles flexed as an agile body twisted with the motions of the world. Blades met flesh and blood arched through the air before softly hissing as it evaporated from view.

Heavy boots landed on a tiled roof as joints ached. Keen ears listened and eyes scanned the houses for any more staggering beasts. With the flick of a green cape and a blast of air, the agile form drifted through the land until a destination was reached.

A gentle heart surrounded by protection throbbed at one gaze at a beautiful woman tending to the sick. His body moved towards the divine creature as if some spell connected the two souls through adoration and pure love. Worry seeped through the loving heart when they saw the sweet woman's hands covered in blood.

You flinched when your lover took a firm grasp of your wrist with his strong loving hands. You softened your smile to soothe the man you loved. You watched as he cleaned your hands of all blood and inspected every inch of them before releasing them.

Tired eyes softened and a relaxed sigh left your lover's lips. "Thank fuck you're not hurt."

You hummed a little laugh making the handsome Captain blush. "Levi, I'm a medic, I will get blood on me sometimes."

He pursed his lips together in a cute pout. "I know, but I worry."

"You are sweet to worry so much about me."

Levi flicked his steel blue irises to meet your gentle gaze. He lowered his voice to a spine-tingling whisper. "I worry because I care deeply for you. I want you to live. I want you to live a long life with me."

You reached up making Levi lean closer eager for your touch. You gently tucked a few strands of his soft hair behind his ear. "I want that too." You retracted from the man you loved and raised on your aching legs before approaching a soldier with a body in their arms. "You should head out there, Captain."

Levi winced at hearing you call him by his title instead of his name. He adored the way your lips and tongue moved when you said his name, Levi. He wanted you to say his name over and over, but he knew that many were watching.

He trudged closer to you and looked down at you as you spoke to the solider. "Do you need help?"

You looked up at Levi and smiled. "All good here. You should head out." Your hand slipped under his green cape and across his lower back making him shiver in delight. "They need you."

He hummed in response. "Don't leave here, got it? If you do, I'll be pissed."

You smirked at him before playfully saluting. "Yes, sir!"

Levi clicked his tongue, but couldn't help but smile a tiny bit at your playfulness. "Brat."

You waved to your beloved Captain as he flew off from his perch. Captain Levi was an impeccable soldier, one that was truly inspirational and admirable though to try and be like him was a fool's errand. Always catching the eyes of others, there was only one he wanted to always be watching him.

Levi drifted around where you were and made sure to keep the place safe. He took his eyes off you when had to save a scout. He knelt at their side and held their bloodied hand and made a promise. He knew the man was too hurt to return to you.

He stumbled to his feet and flew back to you to ensure you were safe and well, but a gaze from Hange irritated him. He landed close to the wild-eyed woman. "Tch, what?"

Hange shrugged her slender frame. "Nothing much, just you seem to be keeping a close eye on our medic."

"She's important to me."

"To you?"

Levi's cheeks burned. "Us. She's important to us." He gulped hard. "Get back to work."

Hange smirked. "No more beautiful titans."

He hummed in response. "Your obsession will never make sense to me." He turned on his heels. "I'm going to offer my assistance elsewhere."

"Like the medic area?"

Levi flinched. "Shut it!" He hurried over to you and gazed at you as you cleaned your hands. "Do you need help?"

You approached your lover and hummed. "I'm okay, but thank you for offering."

Levi lowered his voice and whispered to you. "Tonight, come to my office. I wish to hold you and kiss you."

You gazed at Levi as a smile spread on your lips. "I will run there tonight."

"Perfect."

[fenicenera83]

If they had told me twenty years ago you will write the kind of post I am writing, I would have laughed in their faces. Yet here I am. I see that many still do not understand that Marius did not buy Armand from the brothel to make him his sex slave. Yes I know, I'm upset too, but apparently some people think that. Don't ask me how they came to think that because I don't know. So starting from the beginning, let's get this straight, Anne Rice vampires can't have sex. Nisba, Nada, nothing works down there. Having cleared that up, which is the least romantic aspect of the whole thing, let's move on. So, yes Marius buys Armand at the brothel, but he does NOT do it for SEXUAL reasons. Marius hears a call for help, a summons to a god to come and help one of his believers. He perceives wonderful images of religious icons, representing Christ. He feels drawn to that beauty, that spirituality, that fervor, and the pain and the torn soul he feels, leaking out of those prayers, urges him to seek that voice. Marius already feels a connection to that soul through the wonder of those paintings. He is driven to seek the one who evokes death and salvation through those beautiful images. And that is how he finds Armand. Only later does he realize that there is a physical beauty in him as well. But the moment he starts looking for him, he has no idea of Armand's physical appearance. When Armand sees Marius, he mistakes him for Christ, and Marius tells him that no he is not Christ but that he will save him from there. So Marius did not go to the brothel to buy a pretty boy to enslave, cut the crap, Marius is guided by a connection that comes from the 'soul first, the will to save the creator of so much beauty, the painter who creates those wonderful icons. What comes after between them is driven by love and passion, not sex, Armand grows up happy, healthy, well-dressed, strong, educated, full of life and passion for many things. It is Marius' love that makes him flourish and become a conscious, talented, intelligent, and shrewd young man. Cut the bullshit, whether you like it or not, it is canon, it is a beautiful and tragic love story, not a predator slaughtering the lamb.Not to mention the fact that Armand lives for Marius, spends his days waiting for night, only to throw himself into his arms. And no it is not because he is manipulated, it is not because he is submissive, Armand challenges Marius, provokes him, sometimes even stands up to him and as a human! He is not a slave, sexual or otherwise, he is a boy raised with love and in love, who loves his master more than anything else, despite everything. He is a boy who has seen human greed who has experienced its malice and wickedness on his own skin. None of this is Marius, EVER. Marius for Armand has always been and will always be love, passion, desire, and a need to belong. His everything, because Marius is the only one to whom Armand has shown everything, and Armand is the only one to whom Marius has shown everything about himself. Stop spreading shit and devote yourselves to something else. Or at least learn to understand what you read.

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Your posts about an older Bella who was in therapy and got over Edward made me think: do you think a mentally stable Bella would still want vampirism? Do you in generally think that someone who wants vampirism is mentally stable? Aro of course searched it out, but Aro is also truly an extraodinary person

I beleive anon's referring to this post.

Interesting question though. I think we'll do the latter first.

Do You Have to Be Mentally Unstable to Want Vampirism?

No.

It depends on what your priorities are.

The Twilight vampires are not the Buffy vampires. Yes, you subsist on a diet of bloodshed and murder and lose everything you have, but you do not lose your soul/your very self.

In the Buffy world, if you become a vampire, it's not you. It's a demon driving your body who has access to your memories and aspects of your personality, but it's not you. You, as a person, left the building ages ago.

This is why the only people we see in the series who want to become vampires are poorly informed (Lily/Anne and Spike if we count his very brief seduction and sudden turn into a vampire out of nowhere as being informed at all) or else dying of cancer and so terrified of death that they will lose their very selves so their husk of a body can go on.

In the Buffy world, you either have no idea what vampirism is or you're telling yourself it's not what it is, if you want to become a vampire.

In the Twilight world, that isn't the case.

From what we see of Bella, even with what Edward fears, she remains herself. Her priorities are still her priorities, in her case she can control herself, and she proceeds to get everything she ever wanted. It's not a demon driving Bella Swan's body around.

But, again, to choose to be a vampire depends on your priorities and how informed you truly are.

Taking out people who don't know what they're agreeing to or signing up for and putting in the caveat that they wouldn't be told "oh, you can be like this weird hippie coven and live off animals rather than people" we have someone who has to weigh the pros and cons of a few things.

They're going to have to eat a person a fortnight. They may live a life with no companionship, if they never join a coven and they never have the control to turn someone. If they do turn someone, they'll be tearing them from their lives and futures. They will lose their society. They will lose their employment, their education, their families, everything and everyone they had before. They will likely have to fight other vampires to secure territory and could very well be killed.

On the other hand, they'll be near invulnerable, beautiful, strong, fast. They'll never need to worry about shelter, money, bills of any kind ever again. If they find a companion, then that companion will be young, beautiful forever, never age. They'll have a perfect memory, great emotional highs, and potentially some supernatural ability.

I personally believe the cons outweigh the pros but there are people who I believe would be very tempted by not having to live in a society and being gifted with immortality and youth.

That doesn't necessarily make them mentally unwell or even myopic, it just means different priorities in life.

Would a Non-Depressed Bella Still Want Vampirism?

I believe she'd likely still be very tempted.

Bella may no longer be depressed, may have patched her self-esteem issues, but she is at heart a romantic.

If she's granted a beautiful, immortal, lover that she can spend the rest of eternity with, who lives in wealth and splendor and is like a prince in a fairy tale, and she herself would transcend humanity and become beautiful with him...

Even as an adult, I can see that being very hard for Bella to say no to.

She may spend more time justifying this decision to herself, grieving losing her parents versus assuming they won't even miss her, and seriously consider what it means to leave the human world behind (though this latter is her dependent on realizing that being a vampire in university and high school is different than being a human and what continually pretending to be a teenager who has no friends will do to her).

I just don't see her being into Edward specifically, as he'd be too young emotionally and physically by that point. Edward is described as having the face made for boybands, the idol of all tweens and some late teenagers. Adult women? Makes you feel kind of gross inside. Especially when Edward opens his mouth and says... the most seventeen things to ever seventeen.

Add onto that the alarming shit Edward says and a stable, non-depressed, Bella will likely say "no me gusta" to the red flags Edward flies with reckless abandon.

"I'll murder you in the woods and eat your corpse" sounds much less sexy when you're 25 versus when you're 17.

But vampirism presented by the right person? I imagine Bella would still be very tempted if not no holds barred interested.