#priest from serena

[plush4bunny]

sat here thinking we were robbed from having a full-length movie of Orchids (2006) and Serena (2012) like?? Alfred Molina as a leading romantic interest?? sign me up 😭👏

[illiana-mystery]

2012

[starlightsreigns]

one last time | d. priest

summary: serena and damian need to call it quits. but it’s breaking both their fragile hearts.

word count: 726 (short & sweet)

warnings: none!

authors note: something i wrote at 2 am. i fear i might write a part two but idk. again, ignore the lowercase im obsessed with it. sorry for the errors x

“feel like a failure, cause i know that i failed you”

sarena held his arm tightly, too afraid of him walking out of that door. and surprisingly, damian doesn’t move away. he only looks at her in sadness - her puffy cheeks and red eyes broke his heart. sarena took a step forward and kissed his arm softly.

“don’t do this, damian.” she pled, resting her head against his forearm. “i don’t want this.”

damian shut his eyes painfully, “i love you, baby, but this is what’s good for us.”

“i promise after that i’ll let you go”

it’s hard to see three years down the drain for something that couldn’t be fixed. too many factors brought them to this moment in time. the screaming, the fighting, the lying and the cheating. time and age separated them and it became harder to make this relationship make sense anymore.

damian couldn’t trust sarena; she’s younger, livelier, and there was a disconnect when he was on the road. then, sarena couldn’t trust damian with the groupies, the space, and the sheer fact that he couldn’t believe anything she told him.

the love wasn’t enough to keep them together when they were tearing each other apart. it was killing them to be in this relationship any longer, but neither one of them wanted to be the one to give it up - that was until damian knew he needed to let sarena go. if he didn’t, they’d end up resenting each other.

“but i got nothing here without you.”

so, they sat on the edge of the bed together, a bed they’ve shared for the past two years, realizing it was the end. sarena hasn’t been able to stop the tears that we’re streaming down her face. yet, she wasn’t worried about herself, she spent her time wiping away his tears and clinging to him like her life depended on it.

“i don’t wanna be without ya”

“i don’t want to hurt you anymore,” damian whispered in the darkness of the room. he moved serena’s hair from her face. “i care too much about you.”

sarena nodded slowly, unable to accept this, unable to come up with something to say to him. she rested her chin on her knee, letting the sobs fall into her hands. this wasn’t what she wanted, but she knew it's what they needed.

“do you think we’d be able to get back together in the future?” she asked between sobs, needing something to soothe the ache in her chest. “you can’t tell me we have to be like this forever.”

damian doesn’t speak. he only stared at the ground and serena felt sick to her stomach.

a sad smile came onto her face, “you want this to be a forever thing?”

“we can’t be friends, rina.” his voice cracked. “i can’t pretend, i love you too much, but i can’t give you a timeline and disappoint you or you disappoint me if someone else comes around.”

“I have nothing without you, Damian, and I don’t want to be without you.” she shouted weakly. “there won’t be anyone else.”

“i know i don’t deserve it, but stay with me a minute”

it’s silent for a long time afterwards. serena had no tears left to cry as she stared at the ground. damian sat close beside her, their fingers interlocked, not wanting to separate for a moment and make this real.

“i know you’ll leave in the morning, and i’ll have to accept that you won’t call, or text, but can we just sleep here for the next three hours before this is all over?” serena fought the tears, turning to look at damian. “and then i’ll let you go?”

damian nodded, wrapping his arm around her as they laid back. neither of them slept, it was silent and as the sun rose, serena squeezed his arm in place, wishing that he’d change his mind and stay. but, she knew he didn’t.

he gave her two long kisses, two painful kisses and got out of the bed. she couldn’t even turn to look at him as he walked out of the door. he whispered one last i love you and she was left with the silence of the house.

how was she supposed to accept this? because…

“all i really care is you wake up in my arms.”

pov: i cried when i wrote this. until next time x

[thebettermoon]

Chapter 2 : Your mine know

Eiser x Chubby Black Reader

Mention : Nothing

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Eiser's POV

I am thoroughly surprised and extremely disappointed by my future wife's actions. She made me question if this is worth pursuing, considering all the stress she caused today. She could have ruined me, her family, and the hotel's reputation if word got out about what she did. How could she be so selfish?

I was able to stop her today, but what about tomorrow, next month, or for the rest of our lives? Her naivety might help control her now, but it could change. She already had suspicions about me when I feigned understanding to conceal my frustrations.

Regardless, though, I wasn't backing out of this. Iansa Serenity had been too generous to me. She had given me an opportunity that I just couldn't refuse. No matter what. This wedding will go through.

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The minute we stepped out into the garden, Serena Serenity was at our feet. She looked slightly disheveled, her hair in a tight messy bun with her husband Frederick holding her trail.

The second she saw us, hands together, she became blazing.

"What were you doing taking my sister here?" She snatched her hand out of mine and dragged her already protesting sister behind her. Before coming as close as she needed to my face to get the message through.

"Don't ruin this already stressful occasion for our family and for my big sister. Get ready to have the most grand wedding with your gorgeous wife because you should be grateful she even looked at you."

Serena hadn't held a full conversation with me since the agreement because she somehow makes it into an argument. Overall, she's her sister's biggest protector in every matter. Fun.

Y/N was whisked (dragged) away to her side of the building. She turned to have a last word, but I didn't even bother to look before I also retreated back.

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The wedding continued on schedule without wasting any time.

I walked into the hall. Everyone turned to give me their attention, but I focused on the hall itself. The venue was just as lavish as Iansa had shown me, though I had expected to be at the hotel instead of another venue. It wasn't exactly in our benefit to spend money so quickly, and when I voiced this to Iansa, she showed me a sliver of vulnerability from such a distinguished woman, confessing she wanted some control over her life before she hands it all to me, so I respected it.

I stood at the altar, greeting the priests and guests before facing the congregation. Everyone from Meuracevia's highest had come to witness our match made in heaven. It was the "highlight of the year," as said by our friends in the papers.

The music slowed, and a fog of anticipation fell over the guests as they stood and turned to greet the incoming bride.

The doors creaked open, revealing Y/N and Iansa, arms locked together. Serena and her secretary acted as bridesmaids, holding her train as she walked down the aisle.

Her veil concealed her face, but I could make out shy whispers of laughter and small smiles directed at Iansa, though she never kept her eyes on me.

I walked down to greet her, knowing the dress was heavy and the heels dainty.

Iansa looked at me with such adoration, but lingering tears told me that wasn't all. She patted my shoulder sheepishly, as if telling me, "She's yours now, take care of her," before taking her assigned seat.

Now, it was just me and her.

"Look at me, Y/N," I calmly commanded. "I want you to look me in the eyes before you take my hand."

She slowly met my gaze at my request, her eyes searching mine as if looking for any last warning. I returned the same stare, my way of saying, "I am here to do no wrong."

Finally, she cracked a wary smile, tentatively took my hand. "I know, but I still don't know."

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[annienonmouse]

The Tortured Poets Department songs as couples or characters from some of my favorite fandoms:

Florida!!! - Kim Wexler and Jimmy McGill, Better Call Saul

The Tortured Poets Department - Dan Humphrey and Serena Van Der Woodsen, Gossip Girl

Fortnight - Dan Humphrey and Blair Waldorf, Gossip Girl

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) - Adriana Le Cerva and Christopher Moltisanti, The Sopranos

I Can Do It With a Broken Heart - Fleabag and The Priest, Fleabag

The Prophecy - Oswald Cobblepot (The Penguin) and Edward Nygma (The Riddler), Gotham

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived - Don Draper and Betty Draper/Megan Draper/ Rachel Menken/Ect.

Loml - Carrie Bradshaw and "Mr. Big" , Sex and The City

Guilty as Sin? - Ian Gallagher and Mickey Milkovich, Shameless

The Bolter - Allison McRoberts and Kevin McRoberts, Kevin Can F*** Himself

Who's Afraid of Little Old Me - Ed Nygma (The Riddler), Gotham

I'm at my GIF limit 😭

[imjustheretoseetheprivateblogs]

MxN Week Day 6: Heaven & Earth

@senshixshitennouweeks this one's a touch spicy. Enjoy

His hands were hot against the skin of her stomach. Like lightning from God.

“Father,” she moans, “we… we can’t…”

“Can’t we?”

He buried his face in her hair and inhales and already, Lita feels herself succumbing.

How she got into this position?

Only God knew.

She’d first heard that they were getting a new priest in their parish, she’d paid it no mind. Another dusty old scarecrow of a man, here to cast a judgmental eye on anyone who didn’t spend half the day praying and the other half toiling while he quoted scripture.

Their last priest, Father Altman, had been particularly stern and nosy in regards to other peoples’ family business.

Rumor had it that finding out about one of the alter boys skipping church to go fishing had led to a rage-induced heart attack.

Which was how he was sent to the little town of Crossroads as the late Father Altman’s replacement.

Father Stanton. When he’d stopped her in the street, asking directions, she’d been gob smacked by this chiseled adonis.

He was… so different from what she knew of priests.

He was American, by all accounts, having served as a chamberlain for the Navy before being sent here to spread God’s word.

A broad, bear of a man, a head above her in height with his long thick hair bound behind him as he walked the length of the village, sometimes stopping by her own tavern and chatting up some of the regulars.

He’s particularly friendly with the town doctor, that dark-haired gent that Serena somehow managed to charm into marriage.

Marriage.

Something she’d often dreamed of, but always seemed to slip through her fingers. She was only human, after all. Was it a sin to desire human companionship?

Even when the companion she most desired was a man of the cloth?

He brought her back to the present, when one of his hands leave her stomach and cups one of her breasts.

“God be praised,” he whispered, “for making you so perfect.”

She’d caught what seemed to be him staring at her during one service too many. At first, Lita had brushed it off as being a coincidence, but Stanton’s eyes seemed drawn to her wherever she sat in the pews.

And his gaze had begun following her when he visited her tavern as well.

It wasn’t anything, she’d tell herself. How could a priest hold any romantic inclination towards anyone Earthly?

Things had only become worse when she had delivered some freshly baked bread to the church as an offering. As she was walking to meet him halfway down the aisle, she tripped on a loose tile and fell forward. She was preparing to meet the floor; she knew how to fall and pick herself up, she'd done it before.

Except he’d caught her.

Lita knew she was one of the tallest people in Crossroads. One of the strongest, too, if her consistent winning of town sporting events was anything to go on.

And yet, this man caught and set her back onto her feet as if she weighed no more than a basket of eggs.

And he was just as careful with her.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

Shame made itself comfortable between her lungs and stomach and stayed there as she studied his features up close.

Deep brown eyes, boring into her own green, a hint of stubble that she wonders how it would feel under her fingers, and the definition of muscle beneath his habit.

Pushing away from him, she ran from the church, cheeks blazing and didn't see him again until the next night, when he sat in her tavern, his gaze following her as she worked the bar.

In spite of the tension from having him there, she couldn’t bring himself to make him leave. She’d chased her fair share of unwanted patrons out but…

This was different.

He was the last to leave and as she cleans the table of the meagre meal that he’d ordered for himself that she finds the note under his plate.

We must speak tonight. Come to the church at nine o’clock.

She should ignore the message. Cut him out of her life and ignore his piercing gazes during the next Sunday service.

She arrived at the church to find him kneeling before the alter in prayer.

“Why did you run?”

His voice echoed off the pews and walls and Lita felt acutely aware of how… isolated the two of them were. No witnesses. None save the almighty.

“What?”

He rose from his position and turned to face her, the candlelight casting his features in stark relief with the shadows.

“Why did you run?” he repeated, “the night before. When I caught you?”

Father Stanton covered the space between them with those massive strides of his that she knew could keep pace with her own. Lita swallowed a lump in her throat, not sure why.

“Did I do something to offend you?” he asked.

Yes, you made me lust after you was what she wanted to say. She wanted to tell him to stop making her think about a man of the cloth like this and let her go back to her own little life again.

Her life before he came.

“You didn’t do anything,” she said at last.

“Then why did you run?”

“Because… I felt guilty…”

“Guilty of what?”

He was too close. Within an arm’s reach. She shouldn’t be thinking about what it would be like if he took her into his arms.

She turned away.

“Whatever you say to me will remain between us.”

And God, she thinks. God knows them better than they know themselves. She musters her courage and hopes that her acknowledgement does not lead to something else.

“I… had impure thoughts.”

His pause was almost too much to bear. Finally, he spoke.

“Thoughts of what?”

He sounded even closer now and she prayed for integrity.

“Me?”

Her silence answers for her.

“Do you know why I was sent here?”

Honestly, she had never given it much thought. She had assumed he had been sent because their priest was dead and needed a replacement.

“Because the last bishop I served under was convinced I had broken my vows.”

Broken vows? No-one had ever mentioned that before. What had he done to warrant his former bishop’s ire?

“Did you?” Lita asked.

Another long pause.

“I wanted to… but I didn’t”

“Why not?”

“Because I felt it wasn’t worth it.”

The air felt electric. It was somehow both sweltering and too cold to stand, not when Father Stanton was so close to her. She needed to get out of her. Back to the safety of her home.

Only, did she really want to? He had admitted his own weakness when he was supposed to be above such things.

“Can a man be Godly,” Father Stanton asked, “even when the temptations of earth beckon?”

“What temptations?” she asked, her heart thundered in her chest.

“A woman,” he said, “as beautiful as a winter rose.”

She wants to ask him what he means, to give voice to the questions that are just rewordings of a single query.

But it’s too late. His arms tenderly encircle her waist and his lips press against her neck.

Thoughts of God were soon gone, replaced with other less heavenly thoughts.

Yes. Touch me. Caress me. It's been too long.

And as she returned the kisses of the Father, melted at the nearly bruising passion of his touch, Lita wondered if he could deliver her to rapture this very night.

Was this wrong?

Those were concerns for later, she thought as his hands dipped between her legs.

[cutepresea]

Is it known how old Kirika and Shirabe were when enrolled by the FIS? Serena looked like a toddler so it's easy to eyeball Maria's age when enrolled in consequence but for these two it seems harder

This is a good question that I unfortunately can only answer by taking a guess from what we've been given

Going by the anime, if we assume these shots from a flashback in GX 3 were all at the same time and they were actually in the same room together:

...That would make Shirabe and Kirika at most 8 and 9 there, respectively (since Serena died when they were that age), but it could be before that.

The keywords don't say anything on the subject

Official material outside of the anime? I hesitate to include any of that, but Shirabe Meshi shows all four of them together at the FIS at one point:

Of course, Shirabe Meshi was said by Kaneko to take place in a different world than the main series, which makes sense with everyone being alive the way they are. It's possible the timeline was slightly different, idk.

The thing with the Nephilim still happened there so this would still be before that, but Serena didn't die, she just got so badly injured she was frozen until they had the means to treat her later (like in XDU)

And XDU isn't canon to the anime so take this one with a grain of salt, but it has a line by the priest at Tsuki Shrine that the car accident that took his granddaughter happened "around 10 years ago." If the implication that Shirabe is the granddaughter is actually the case, then that would mean she was 5 or so

[wakeupr41]

Been away from tumblr so long yall. BUT i have a new coloring about my #spidersona

Ive been spending my time to write her lore etc. Sen is her alternate name. Serena reduced to "Sen".

Serena Taira or Sen Taira, is the one and only Spider-Ronin in Earth-2208. Her universe was a post-apocalyptic one. Unlike other spider person, she obtain the role after the spider god encountered her dying in a ditch.

Its almost like moonknight lmaoaoaoa.

She who wished to live, accept the role of high priest of the spider god and atp, said "High-Priest" is just a merc. With the special Nodachi, she slain evil for the web of destiny.

But is she a destony slave? No. She believes that mortals have choices for a reason. And fate is just another lie. All variants of Serena will always die early. And her current existence is the proof of her belief. She lived, defying the "Canon".

Her existence opposing Miguel's.

[heartofhubris]

Micheal and the priest from Serena sitting down and just being so tired with people not understanding what constitutes a "sin"

[bloodredx]

Day 10: Mercy

Serena's hands were bound tightly in ropes as she was led before the crowd. Their cheers and cries, frothing with anger bombarded on all sides, their much too loud voices grating with each and every step forward. Never mind the fact it would have been trivial to break the ropes that bound her, but that would only serve to prove them right. Her steps were guided by the forlorn looking guards that held her by the shoulders, just barely missing the fabrics of her coronation gown and sparing them the wrinkles and stains. At least for the moment.

The scent of blood and snow leeched from every part of the castle and the surrounding town, even to the point where a standard human could smell it. It reeked of the pain and suffering that had occurred that night, all of it eventually leading back to the fault of her own. For what did these folk know? A few traders stumbled into town to barter and found the village littered with bodies and her covered in blood. The call to the Church was swift, especially once it was discovered the king was dead and the queen was missing. All that remained was one, blood soaked, miserable looking princess with the eyes of a beast and skin marred with black veins. The only survivor, the sick one, the two had to be related. And on some level, she couldn’t refute them. Her existence was the cause. So it made full sense that despite her mother’s doing, she pay the price. Her mother was already dead, after all. She got off easy, as she always did.

Now the Church was ready, it didn’t take long for them to get the execution stand ready, nor any time to find those willing to stand witness to what would be a gristly deed. The Will of the People was not the kindest way to go, but such were the costs of betraying them as a monarch. The Church of the Northern Lights was already pining to take over, they finally got their chance with this. No other heirs would dare stand up after what was going to be told of this day. She would die the last royal in Glacidea. Somehow, that didn’t bother Serena. They never knew her, and she wasn’t allowed to visit them to any quality due to her “illness.” So it seemed they were never meant to be, and crowns shouldn’t be passed to those who are unworthy. Certainly not murderers, despite the history books.

Still, she was a princess until death, and she would carry herself as such. Walking up the stairs to the awaiting podium, she held her head high, eyes filled with remorse and softness as best as she could manage, in spite of the grip of anger holding over her heart; alongside the grief and regret. She wasn’t enough, and now she would pay that debt with this action. Ravens circled overhead, the Silent One no doubt watching from within their eyes, waiting for his opportunity to collect what was rightfully his. The high priest rambled on words, things to jeer the crowd, but she couldn’t focus on them. No, the scent of blood around was too great, the cries of the people too loud, and the pain in her heart too strong.

It was a while before words were spoken with any clarity, and the high priest’s voice finally stuck in her ear. “And so now we must act in the way of our forefathers, that the Will of the People be restored and strike down this insolent, aggressive, and homicidal princess. Born with the world at her fingertips, and yet she couldn’t wait to take the crown for herself, committing regicide and countless acts of violence for her own gain. Such deceit inside this small, trembling form. Do not let it fool you. The Precious Living are better, deserve better than to be ruled by such viciousness.” He gestured broadly with an arm, cueing a guard to push her forward. “Speak your words, your highness, it is the last chance between you, them, and the gods.”

Serena took only a moment to look over the crowd, the call of her blood starting to boil up as it realized what was only seconds away. She beat it back with a deep breath, and gentle step forward. Now, for the first, and last, time she was allowed to address her people, it was the least she could do to offer the decorum of her father, and in some way have him live on in their minds, her shyness be damned. “I wills speak only of an attempt to prevent a worse fate for all of you, my fair people. I cannot prove any claims made, for I alone am the last witness. However, let it be known that I pray to all the great gods, particularly the blessed Xer’hana, that I stopped the doom that was coming for you all should I have fallen before I was found. King Valenfir was great and wise, though he could not see the fault lines growing under the soil of this country. Unfortunately, I pay the price for that sight. Blessed be he in the beyond, and may he rest easy.” She stopped a tear from forming in her eye with another breath, lest her true nature be seen, and continued.

“I do not, and will not, beg for mercy or a pardon. I see you do not want me, and as the will of the people guides the instrument that shares the same name, I am ready to meet the Adamsa Frisay.” A few winces rippled through the crowd, particularly from those in the Church, at the mention of the Silent God’s name, but none interrupted her. “I apologize for not serving my duties better. Blessed be those who walk in my shadow, once it is long gone.”

The crowd was silent, save for the beating of hearts and heavy breathing in the cold air. She had made her point, and without aid from the guards, she stepped up to the podium, laying her back flat against its cold, vertical surface. The high priest, with mouth agape, lost composure for the faintest of seconds, but recovered smoothly enough. His wrinkled hands opened the box held by his associating priestess, pulling out the jewel studded implement used to strike down foul kings and queens many times before her. To literally drive the Will of the People into the heart of a monarch was a direct statement. One few could deny had inherent power. Yet here the youngest of its victims stood ready and without fear of the stake.

His other hand gripped a hammer, and with a sharp voice he spoke the final words of all those who found themselves afoul of that Will. “The people of Glacidea have spoken, you and your kin have lost rights to this land and this throne. This world will be far better without you. May the gods have more mercy that we do.”

The point was placed over her heart, and Serena exhaled slowly. Unnecessary, but the final action felt right. Closing her eyes, a placid expression crossed her face despite the rage in her blood. She felt the priest’s muscles tense, and shortly after the first strike of the stake. Pain jolted through her, refreshing in waves with each strike. Finally, darkness was all she knew.

(OC-tober prompts by @oc-tober2023 can be found here.)

[floor10ghost]

Bandwagoning

[frecklesky]

The Sun + Sun Signs and Their Couple Halloween Costumes

**Check your Rising + Rising as well

Aries + Aries: Astronauts 

Aries + Taurus: Superman + Batman

Aries + Gemini: Peanut Butter + Jelly 

Aries + Cancer: Danny + Sandy from Grease 

Aries + Leo: Red Riding Hood + Wolf 

Aries + Virgo: Pikachu + Ash 

Aries + Libra: Dead Bride + Groom 

Aries + Scorpio: Cop + Criminal 

Aries + Sagittarius: PIlot + Plane 

Aries + Capricorn: Soccer Player + Referee 

Aries + Aquarius: Burger + Fries 

Aries + Pisces: Joker + Harley Quinn 

Taurus + Taurus: Thing 1 + Thing 2 

Taurus + Gemini: Tom + Jerry 

Taurus + Cancer: Lilo + Stitch 

Taurus + Leo: Horse + Cowboy 

Taurus + Virgo: Woody + Buzz Lightyear 

Taurus + Libra: Snow White + Sleeping Beauty 

Taurus + Scorpio: Red Pill + Blue Pill 

Taurus + Sagittarius: Donkey + Shrek 

Taurus + Capricorn: Hera + Zeus 

Taurus + Aquarius: Patrick + Spongebob Squarepants 

Taurus + Pisces: Cosmo + Wanda 

Gemini + Gemini: Eggs + Bacon 

Gemini + Cancer: Thelma + Louise 

Gemini + Leo: Man in Yellow Hat + Curious George 

Gemini + Virgo: Waldo + Wenda 

Gemini + Libra: Betty + Veronica 

Gemini + Scorpio: Mario + Luigi 

Gemini + Sagittarius: Shaggy + Scooby Doo 

Gemini + Capricorn: Peggy Carter + Captain America 

Gemini + Aquarius: The Chicken + The Egg 

Gemini + Pisces: Mickey + Minnie Mouse 

Cancer + Cancer: Skeletons 

Cancer + Leo: Anna + Elsa 

Cancer + Virgo: Leia + Luke Skywalker 

Cancer + Libra: Winnie the Pooh + Piglet 

Cancer + Scorpio: Pirates 

Cancer + Sagittarius: Tinker Bell + Peter Pan 

Cancer + Capricorn: Bert + Ernie 

Cancer + Aquarius: Alice + The Mad Hatter 

Cancer + Pisces: Milk + Cookies 

Leo + Leo: Cheerleaders 

Leo + Virgo: Hannah Montana + Lily Truscott 

Leo+ Libra: Velma + Daphne 

Leo + Scorpio: Firefighters 

Leo + Sagittarius: Hans Solo + Chewbacca 

Leo + Capricorn: Garfield + Odie 

Leo + Aquarius: Medusa + Statue 

Leo + Pisces: Calvin + Hobbes 

Virgo + Virgo: Crayons 

Virgo+ Libra: Magician + Rabbit 

Virgo + Scorpio: Cruella + Dalmatian 

Virgo + Sagittarius: Harry Potter + Ron Weasley 

Virgo + Capricorn: Thor + Loki 

Virgo + Aquarius: Zookeeper + Animal 

Virgo + Pisces: Fish + Fisherman 

Libra + Libra: Tourists 

Libra + Scorpio: Phineas + Ferb

Libra + Sagittarius: Basketball Players 

Libra + Capricorn: Serena + Blair 

Libra + Aquarius: Angel + Devil 

Libra + Pisces: Fred + Velma Flinstone 

Scorpio + Scorpio: Zombies 

Scorpio + Sagittarius: Racecar Drivers 

Scorpio + Capricorn: Joey + Chandler 

Scorpio + Aquarius: The Shining Twins 

Scorpio + Pisces: Gomez + Morticia Addams 

Sagittarius + Sagittarius: Wrestlers 

Sagittarius + Capricorn: Minion + Gru 

Sagittarius + Aquarius: Wayne + Garth 

Sagittarius + Pisces: Timon + Pumbaa

Capricorn + Capricorn: Construction Workers 

Capricorn + Aquarius: Doctor + Patient 

Capricorn + Pisces: The Grinch + Cindy Lou 

Aquarius + Aquarius: Aliens 

Aquarius + Pisces: Priest + Nun 

Pisces + Pisces: Chefs 

[millennium-academy-of-summoning]

Introduction (Master list work in progress)

“ Hello I am Petro B Maximus and I am here to introduce you all to Millennium academy of Summoning.”

Millennium academy is mix Gender Academy though our Population is male dominate , You will see Young Women around then Campus .

Our Campus way more advanced than Night ravens or Royal Swords Stuffy old Fashioned halls . Though not as much as that Hourglass place I’ve Here about

Our Students are know for being the best at Magic Duels as well as entertainment and Tech . We are know for Holding a large magic Duel tournament between The various academies called one is called the “Battle city” and the other “ Battle Carnival “.

Now ,my Boy/Girl/Friend stand up to the Deck and draw your card , but, Becareful the card you draw will your fate of in this school.

Note. All the Staff and Students are based not just the duelists of Yugi oh but, the Monsters as well so students and Staff based off Blues White dragon , Duel terminal , World legacy .ect are welcome .

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Headmaster

Petro B Maximus ( Twisted from the Millennium eye/Thousand Eyes Restrict / Pegasus J Crawford )

Tenma J Maximus ( Twisted from Pegasus J Crawford/Toon world )- Headmasters Son , he gose to NRC in Heartslabyu

Vice Headmaster

Arman Diaval ( Twisted from Priest Seto/ Seto Kaiba)

Other Staff

Vivian De Campo (Twisted from Crowler) - Basics of Magic Duel teacher/ Advance Magic Dueling Teacher

Yunna Fukuyama( Twisted from Yusei Fudo? ) - Mechanics Teacher /Synchro Magic Teacher

Patrick Knox ( Twisted from Paradox ) - Assistant Synchro Magic Teacher

Musa Solachord ( Twisted from GranSolfachord Musecia )- Music teacher

Regulus Akira ( Twisted from Leo Akaba ) - Fusion Magic Teacher

Basic and Advanced Magic Teacher- ( Twisted from Dark Magican) * He has a lot of Family

?????- Link Teacher

?????- XYZ Teacher

?????- Pendulum Teacher

?????- Ritual Teacher

??????- History teachers

?????- Math Teacher

?????- Writing teacher

????- Literature

?????- Art

?????- Alchemy

?????- Libraian

?????- Mental Magic

?????- Elemental Magic

?????- Familiar Magic

?????- Summoning

?????- Combat Teacher

Dorms

Just at Places like Night Raven There are Seven Dorms

Dulinx based on Duel Monsters

Based the Ruthless Determination of The Duelist of the white Dragon and his Rival

It’s unknown who Dulinx was Created for but the Story is the Duelist of the White Dragon whose Determination and Ruthless attitude towards regulating the Magic Duels and mastering the Magic Duels allowed them to Flourish .

Dulinx is Founded on determination those who are Sorted in to Dulinx’s Dorm Are often known to be Stuffy , Stubborn , and Hard headed . Dulinx Students Excellent in Support Magic and Making use of Magical Tools and Relic .

Taken

Blue Eye White Dragon

Red eyed black Dragon

Obelisk

Yugi and Atem

Mai Valentine and Harpy Ladies 1, 2 and 3

Gennyx Based on  Characters from GX and the Fusion Dimension from Arc -V 

based on Good Sportsmanship of

Created to Celebrate a duelist in Red said to have never lost a Battle though it conflicted whether he never Lost . What was know is that the duelist in red had a Special powers to see everyones “ Duel spirit “A special “monster( From yugioh)” someone is connected as well as being able to speak to his Familiars let to the Duelist in Reds reputation of  good sportsmanship . The Majority of Students excel in magic Duels And Spelldrive  . They have a rivalry with the so called “ Loser’s  Dorm”  Numeria  .

*Gennyx Dorm has the highest turnover rate with many Transferring into Numeria, @Ignita or Synchrocity due to the Dorms strict Hierarchy based on how good someone is at Magic duels many lower Ranked students say they aren’t even ailowed to use the Dorms Kitchen .

Taken

Jaiden Yuki

Yubel

Chazz

Serena/ Lunalight Blue Cat

Yuri/ Straving Venom

Ritualisk - Based on Ritual monster ,Duel Terminal ,Albaz and other Story Archetypes

Based on the Sacrifice of the witch of rituals.

In the Ever Changing world of Duelle Terminus 

 there is a tragic  Story about a woman Whose life was full Sacrifices . Sacrificing Mind, Body and Eventually her life to Combat InvaZwarma threat that Eventually over took her Upon seeing what she did under the influence of the Invazwarm she Sacrificed herself to defend against it. . 

Ritualisk Embraces the Sacrifices of the Witch of Rituals and learn from her mistakes and various  misgivings . Most of them Descent from The Necrize said to be  Successors of the Witch of Ritual’s Tribe but the Others like The Dogmatics and Even Descendants of The InvaZwarm Descenters who managed to Break from the Hivemind.

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Taken Gishiki Noella

Ecesselia

Alexis

Visas Starfrost + all the Heart Monsters(Offical Protagonist)

Synchroncity - Based on 5D’s and the Synchro dimension in Arc-V 

Based on the Adaptiabilty of the Signers 

Synchroncity despite the Name the Dorm it’s self is full of Mechanics, Speed nuts , Racers and many other  types of Engineers they Consider Monsiville and Dulcisregnum  Suitable rivals in both . 

Based upon the Struggles  of the Signers , Synchroncity Prides it’s Self in the Hardwork ethics and clever Thinking put in by their Students, but also  has no qualms for Slackers though recently with Influx  of People Transferring to the Dorm   From Fusinex , Things are Getting a Bit out of Hand for thier Current Dorm Leader. They are known for being adaptiable duelist which  make GennyxPull thier hair out.

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taken Characters

Stardust Dragon/ Yusei

Jack Atlas

Black Rose Dragon/ A

Yugo/ Clear Wings

Rin

Numeria - Based on Zexal  and The XYZ Dimensions from Arc-V

Based on the Improvement of the Golden Key holder

Numeria has a Not so Great Reputation among Student body  in Millenium  ,  Most of the Students Consider it A Losers or Good  for nothing Dorm , Sure they may Lose a  lot of Magic  Duel  but they sure won’t it let get them  down .

Because their based on the Holder of the Golden key motto of Feeling the Flow and Improving once they get into the Flow  , Numeria is Unstoppable  they offend Help Synchroncity , Pendulala , @Ignita and Rushtown Dorm with   Various projects .

However Gennyx has been Giving them Trouble as of Late .

Taken

Yuma

Astral

Shark

Lulu/Ruri

Yuto/ Dark Rebellion

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Pendulala - Based on Arc -V and Pendulum Monster 

Based on the Passion and Tragedy of the Supreme King

The Resident Entertainment  dorm , Based on  the Bevelonce ,Passion and Tragedy of the Supereme  King.

The Dorm Prides it self on Making People Smile and to never give into the Desire To Make Magic Duels more Brutal than Necessary To Avoid a Second Splitting of Dimensions .  

Many of Pendulala Battles Are more Entertaining And Showy often Using which Annoys Gennyx Dorm are they aren’t slouches When it comes

To Magic duel but  often like Showboat  which annoys the Fusnex dorm. They are often focused on what looks cool.

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Taken

Yuuya/ Odd eyes

Yuzu

I might take Gong if no one else dose him

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@Iginita- Based on Vrainz and Link Monsters

Based upon the Unawavering sense of Justice of the Playmaker and Ignisters

The Iganita Dorm is home to  many Technological wonders, the Dorm almost looks like a Virtual City space  with Student Riding on hoverboards dueling each other  not unlike the Duels In Synchrocity  , Many of them have become Internet famous for thier Duels along with other pursuits. Many of them Are idols or Magituber,some are even software Engineers and talented Hacker. They are. Often Considered A Niuances to Magic Duel Against due thier More Strategy focused mind set which the Gennyx Dorm Deems a Threat to thier win streak.  ——-

Taken

Yusaku

Skye/Blue Angel

The Gore

Ai

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Rushown

Based on the innovations of the Seven Roads Duelist 

Rushown is the Newest Dorm set up by one Student in the School who thought the Rules of  Magic dueling were starting Get overwhelming for new People and made it harder for Millennium academy to keep student. So The Student strived to make a more Simplifed Rule set  with a basis bringing more causal People into the Fun parts about Magic Duels while still being  Competitive dorm simlar to Numeria  they are known for Losing a lot but they Never let it get them Down .  The Gennyx Dorm Dosent like Rushown lax Attitude towards it and hate the Idea of the Basics of Magic dueling being changed for quote on Quote “Children “.

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Yuga

Roman

Yuamu

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Unknown form as of yet

Lightray madoor

[theeveningstar]

The s m e l l ..

That was the first thing, the citizens of Nightfall noticed in the early morning. An awful smell. The air was smug, The sky was tar-black and the large clouds were slowly moving towards them. Puddles began to form on the ground as rainfall became heavier.

A gold flash of lighting shot across the sky, as weary eyes watched as a loud screech flew over the woods. The large forest area had been divided into two different areas, and several factors from above showed their difference. Besides having a bridge, that had been heavily guarded to keep the two regions from crossing each other. There was a difference in trees, Nightfall trees had tall oak and birch trees. A beautiful background for the resident to wake up to every morning.

But, the other section of the forest; that connected to the “ Other side” was a larger region. A sign provided directions to Tulia, Dundora, Gazer, Thornfield and the forgotten woods. Large branches connected across each other, as shade was provided by sequoias, elm, and redwood. This was a much older side of the country, the forgotten side.

The forgotten woods.. has been a campground of residents who left Nightfall many years ago, and had been the main residence of Morgan and her children. It was the first time, it had been left unguarded. Usually, Morgan or Serena had been nearby to stir trouble away. In its vulnerable state.. Marcus decided to make his first move.

He had been casual, sitting on holiday at the Blackwood Estate, when his niece walked in distraught, and broken. She couldn’t even finish her words, before watching him fall to the ground, allowing his bones to break and transform into the beast; he was. Shattering through the roof, Yvaine had to take cover, as wooden beams fell to the ground, watching as he flew home. The blood soaked against his scales as he held each and every one of his priest, loyal companions who had served him well throughout the years. He cried out in agony, a roar that could be heard oceans away, to those who knew him. She had shown how easy it was to break into home, and destroy it.

“ Marcus.. no.. don’t.” He could hear the whisper from beyond the grave begging him not to take action. Not to become, what he had been before. The tamed beast had spent years in the company of the ones he loved, and he did his best to hide from others, so they couldn’t be used against him. But he had failed his priest.. and his home. He shook uncontrollably as the ground beneath him, cracked open swallowing his church, underneath it.

His neck snapped towards the woods, as he took flight, as he circled it. He knew beneath the hallow grounds, was a underground cavern . He had watched as a small group of ten had been sent by boat to the Isle of Aura as an intended purpose to create chaos.

There was no hesitation, as the rumble in his voice echoed , the last thing they heard was him yelling

“ How dare you..”

As he engulf the entire village into flames, burning alive the residents, watching from a distance as they attempted to run to the nearby lake. He followed them down the line, burning every tree and hideout they had.

The wind carrying their ashes towards nightfall.

@my-sensorium @marcusgazer @caspianmaxson

[docrotten]

MOON OF THE WOLF (1972) – Episode 224 – Decades of Horror 1970s

“Wild dogs got themselves a taste of human blood! Ain’t nobody gonna be safe out on the island! We get together, or they wipe out the island! You go call the sheriff!” And you know who the sheriff is, right? Join your faithful Grue Crew – Doc Rotten, Bill Mulligan, Chad Hunt, and Jeff Mohr – as they head south for some lycanthropic shenanigans with Moon of the Wolf (1972).

Decades of Horror 1970s Episode 224 – Moon of the Wolf (1972)

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After several locals are viciously murdered, a Louisiana sheriff starts to suspect he may be dealing with a werewolf.

Directed by: Daniel Petrie

Writing Credits: Alvin Sapinsley (teleplay); Les Whitten (novel) (as Leslie H. Whitten)

Makeup Department: Thomas Tuttle (as Tom Tuttle), William Tuttle

Selected Cast:

David Janssen as Sheriff Aaron Whitaker

Barbara Rush as Louise Rodanthe

Bradford Dillman as Andrew Rodanthe

John Beradino as Dr. Druten

Geoffrey Lewis as Lawrence

Royal Dano as Tom Sr.

John Davis Chandler as Tom Jr. (as John Chandler)

Claudia McNeil as Sara

Paul R. DeVille as Hugh

Dan Priest as Sam

Robert Phillips as Deputy

Serena Sande as Nurse

George Sawaya as Attendant

Dick Crockett as Attendant

Sonny Klein as Harry

Emery Hollier as Rev. Biggers (as Emory Hollier)

Teddy Airhart as DeWitt (as Teddy Airhart Jr.)

The Grue-Crew go a-hunting in the land of TV horror in this episode and encounter Moon of the Wolf (1972). This surprisingly good TV movie features a pack (yes, I said it) of good character actors with an equally good crew. Can you uncover the culprit in this Southern Gothic whodunit? Is it David Janssen of The Fugitive fame? Maybe Bradford Dillman (Bug, Piranha)? Could it be Barbara Bush (When Worlds Collide, It Came from Outer Space)? John Berardino, Geoffrey Lewis, and Royal Dano are also lurking about. And, of course, the Grue-Crew often distract themselves with tangentials in this talkabout.

At the time of this writing, Moon of the Wolf (1972) is available to stream from Hoopla and Tubi. It’s available on physical media as a Blu-ray from the Vinegar Syndrome Archive Collection.

Gruesome Magazine’s Decades of Horror 1970s is part of the Decades of Horror two-week rotation with The Classic Era and the 1980s. In two weeks, the next episode, chosen by Bill, will be José Ramón Larraz’s Vampyres (1974). The Grue-Crew loves them some vampyres with a “y!”

We want to hear from you – the coolest, grooviest fans: comment on the site or email the Decades of Horror 1970s podcast hosts at feedback@gruesomemagazine.com. 

Check out this episode!

[siiinfully]

The young witch had a bit of a reputation around the small city. Scaring local residents, playing a few pranks on the priests with his “spells” and even playfullly flirting with a few of the nuns. However, one in particular always somehow got a bit of a blush out of him. Just a simple flutter of those big beautiful eyes or a playful stern look was enough for him to stop his shenanigans. Even now Serena was able to get him to help with some repairs around the church but he wasn’t going to stop flirting with the cute nun. “Oh good! I can just grab a hammer and start pounding away~” from @bewitchingbaker

Innocence still clung to Serena, and so his double entendre flew over her head. She smiled at him and handed over the hammer in question while the older nun within earshot, Sister Cecilia, shot Chris a dirty look. “Only on the marked spots, please,” the young nun said as she pointed at the clear markings that Father Robert had made. “They’re supposed to secure the boards properly so that they don’t fly off at the next storm again.”

Noticing his kit making her way over to the tools, sharp nails and rusty metal bits, she scooped the animal up and in her arms. “Troublemaker like your father, hm?” she scolded Dee gently. “I’ll give her some milk to try and keep her in one spot. Is there anything you want from the kitchens?” Like everyone else, she knew of Chris and his trickster reputation, but she could see that under all that, he had the capacity to be kind, and it was what she clung to whenever people spoke ill of him.