Chapter: Discord, Selfies, and Poetic Justice

The glow of screens lit up the Vonreichsin private server, the hub where both families gathered when not physically together. Diana leaned back in her chair, fingers hovering over her phone. She rarely took selfies, and even more rarely shared pictures of Beckett unmasked. But today felt different.

She snapped a photo and placed it in her family album—her arm draped around Beckett’s shoulders, his gloveless hands resting gently on her face, and another on the top of her head. He leaned down slightly, cupping her cheek and pressing a soft kiss to it, a rare display of his calm, domestic warmth.

She uploaded it to the family server with a simple caption:
“Rare sighting: Beckett unmasked and still terrifyingly perfect tall dark handsome prince and me the misstress of course in pajamas and bathrobe without my armor on. ”

Almost immediately, notifications blew up. The server was a flood of heart black reacts, fire emojis, and playful comments. Mira and Lina immediately chimed in:

Mira: “OMG he’s actually real?? I thought he only existed in those old legends!”
Lina: “How dare you make us question reality like this you sure its not a cg from that otome you’ve just finished!!😭😭”

Even Terry and Damien, always calm and controlled, couldn’t hide their amusement.

Terry: “Diana darling, you realize you’ve just melted the server with one photo, right?”
Damien: “He’s still the same intimidating figure in real life, but this… wow.”

Amid the chaos, Diana calmly scrolled through the server and posted another set of pictures—this time of Terry’s siamese with hectrochromia cat and Beckett’s black cat, sprawled side by side on the living room rug. The captions read:

“The real power couple: completely inseparable, just like their humans.”

And then the pièce de résistance: a photo of the new litter of kittens, sprawled on the floor, snuggled together, tails entwined. The resemblance to Beckett and Diana was uncanny—the same playful intensity, the same can’t-get-enough-of-each-other energy.

Analise: “Look at them! It’s basically a furry version of you two 😭”
Malcolm: “I didn’t know I needed to see kitten Beckett and kitten Diana until now…”

The server erupted in gifs, memes, and joking commentary. Even Hades and Peresphone posted their own mock-‘interviews’ with the kittens, playfully narrating their every paw swipe and nap as if they were gothic royalty.

Vampire Training and Poetic Justice

Meanwhile, Malcolm and Analise had taken it upon themselves to mentor Hades and Peresphone. In a separate channel, they held a “Vampire Art Academy” workshop—a mixture of vampire theatrics and practical advice on publishing edgy art.

Malcolm: “Step one: make them hate it before they love it. Step two: humiliate anyone who dares insult your gothic masterpieces.”
Analise: “Poetic justice, perfectly executed. Nothing like watching an anti-art critic trip over their own ego while your work shines.”

Hades raised his hand, barely concealing a grin. “So… it’s okay to make fun of people who hate my sketches?”

Analise: “Not just okay. It’s mandatory. In style, grace, and with absolute dramatic flair.”

The twins, meanwhile, were documenting it all with sketchpads and phone videos—art meets chaos. Each insult from an “anti-edgy art” online comment was met with clever satire, ironic gifs, and gothic captions, orchestrated by the younger siblings to ensure maximum poetic justice.

Even Diana glanced at the channel, sipping her tea and smiling wryly. “They really are learning well,” she commented to Beckett, who leaned close to brush her hair from her shoulder. “Subtle, ruthless… and charmingly theatrical. Just like their parents.”

Beckett’s soft smile pressed against her temple, his thumb brushing her hand. “Exactly. Everything in moderation… except family chaos. That can never be moderated.”

Family Server Mayhem

The evening continued with playful banter:

Monica shared a gif of the kittens chasing each other like tiny shadowy demons.

Terry teased Diana about posting another selfie of her smirking at Beckett, claiming the server might explode again. Which Diana just did again of another selfie causing another meltdown with the same response as before.

Damien posted a dramatic, fake “mobster-style” critique of their kitten overlords, calling them “utterly ruthless.”

Even in the midst of the chaos, the family remained deeply connected. The introverted kids and teens had their space, expressing themselves through art, playful mentorship, and gentle teasing, while Diana and Beckett’s subtle domestic affection anchored the server in warmth and intimacy.

By the end of the night, the Vonreichsin/Bloodbriar Discord servers was full of:

Heart emojis for Diana and Beckett’s rare selfies

Endless admiration for the cats and kittens

Playful lessons in gothic art and poetic justice from the younger siblings

Quiet acknowledgment that Diana and Beckett’s bond was unshakable, admired by everyone

Diana scrolled through the server one last time, leaning against Beckett as he held her close. “Chaos managed,” she murmured.

Beckett kissed her temple softly. “And perfectly documented.”

The cats curled against each other nearby, kittens tumbling over one another, and the family shared one more quiet, collective smile across the server—a perfect mix of chaos, intimacy, and gothic charm.

End of Chapter: Discord, Selfies, and Poetic Justice