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ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑖 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑   𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘   𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒

[benefeco]

#BENEFECO. a portrayal of the vampire carlisle cullen completely reinvented and rewritten to fit the folk horror and southern gothic genres. anti smeyer and highly triggering, with mention of topics related to religion, death, murder, suicide, gore, self-harm and self-hatred. do not follow if you are under the age of 18. the personification of dripping benevolence, crippling guilt and the gift of always seeing the good in others. rebooted by nannie, under construction.

AFFILIATED WITH : @agedrot, @str1ga

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[benefeco]

that line in prisoner of az.kaban about harry's mom having a way of seeing the beauty in others even and perhaps most especially when they couldn't see it themselves is massive carlisle energy

[agedrot-aa-deactivated20250401]

i wondered vaguely if the rest of his bizarre family knew about my selfish , isolated visits. if they did , i wondered if they knew the true purpose of those visits. hardly old friends catching up ; no , we did that during our shared letters. my hand sought the back of his hair , knotting deep within the golden tresses as i dragged him roughly closer to me , backing him up 'gainst the edge of his office's desk , my free hand blindly grasping at the edge of the table to keep him pinned , to keep me balanced. carlisle.

did he miss me like i missed him ? there were some nights where the ache of his absence was unbearable. honey. he tasted like honey , i swear he did , especially as my tongue drifted lazily along the swell of his lower lip , leaning back to press my forehead to his , then drag my mouth down along the bared arch of the doctor's familiar throat.                    ❛            mm .. dimmi che mi ami , angelo mio. dimmi quanto ti sono mancato.            ❜

@benefeco / closed starter !

[benefeco]

with the soft exhale of surrender brushing past his lips, eyes shut to the attentions, the whispers and the heat radiating from his former lover's body crushing his. he'll never voice the truth to his family, but he has been anticipating aro's visit with an enthusiasm he's tried his hardest to keep from his son's prying abilities. and finally he has arrived, dragging him back to their bliss of centuries past, still as keen to recognize carlisle's weaknesses, in response letting out a soft groan at the touch of lips against the faint scars on his neck. fist flies up to aro's hair and clutches hard in return.

italian words flow like liquid gold in his ear as instincts pull his body closer to the other's, still, his own mouth dragging along the offered neck and a thumb hooks 'round the loop of aro's belt. they have time, the members of his coven have all left for what he knows to be many hours, but caught in the embrace of his lover, he can't hardly breathe. ❝ mi manchi, amore mio.  i miss you.  it's been too long ..  ❞

[agedrot-aa-deactivated20250401]

private    &    selective  ,    aro of the  volturi  ,    a heavily divergent portrayal with some minor twilight lore. extremely anti s/meyer.   studying  themes  such  as :   living deliciously , blood lust , the hunger for power , god's rival , the spoiled lover , the narcissist , the silvertongue , the morally gray villain , corruption , & obsession.

adored  by   darian   (  26  ,  she/they  ,  pst  )   created sept.  2018 , re - est. march 2024. ©

[lunamonchtuna]

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, from The Love of the Last Tycoon (via lunamonchtuna)

[benefeco]

bc i've read it here and there and i just wanna set the record straight, carlisle doesn't have a god complex but a savior complex. it's not about being better than everyone else for him, it's about having the power to save whoever he feels needs to be Saved.

[welcometoyouredoom]

[benefeco]

❛ i want to sink my teeth into every inch of you. ❜ @agedrot.

the other speaks and suddenly ... words and letters blur before his eyes, fingers gripping harder at the book, shoulders tensing faintly as shivers course through his spine. from the philosophical teachings of astronomy abandoned in his lap, thoughts stray to the implications whispered in his ear. and for a moment, he daren't look up or twist his neck to peer up at the unexpected tempter standing behind him. instead, carlisle lets the words echo through the solemn halls of the library, JAW CLENCHING. he wasn't blind to aro's interest and favors though they never were quite so obvious or outspoken. he'd read in the attentions a fascination for his choice of diet and general outlook on existence ... but aro'd made it impossible to ignore him any longer.

from the book, carlisle's head slowly lifts, back still offered to the intruder but his neck cranes, eyes fixing on the watchful figure at the other end of the room. caius. ❝    aro.    ❞ low comes the warning; even. despite the trepidations summoned minutes prior. ❝    your mate is watching.    ❞

[benefeco]

𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔩𝔢 𝔠𝔲𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔫. ca. 1921.

[benefeco]

it's the scent that seizes him first. pernicious enough that can almost taste the copper dipped in wine, very telling of the immutability of traditions repeated over eons ... practices that he sooner have prohibited when he was still a resident and that, for lack of power or control over, he chose to avoid entirely. it's been decades, now. centuries since he left italy with no real intentions of ever returning. but the deeply-rooted nostalgia coupled with aro's insistent invitations simply had a way of making it impossible to every truly move on. GOD, HE MISSES HIM. misses the sense of belonging he'd found with him back when he needed it the most. but most of all, he misses aro's piercing gaze, as if carlisle was a source of constant fascination. hard as he looked, he never found this with anyone else after he left.

❛ you are still mine, whether you agree or not. ❜ @agedrot.

and here they are, 'midst the crowd of waltzing vampires yet entirely alone, oblivious to the rest as carlisle peers at his former lover from behind his mask, gold meeting crimson in a restless battle of perspective. GOOD WRESTLING EVIL in a tale as old as time but aro always lacked the fundamental villainy he's noticed in caius. perhaps arrogantly, he'd believed then that he would find a way to rally his lover to his cause. and upon realizing that he never could, he'd left. but that doesn't mean he forgot. a small smile drags across his lips in pensive surrender. there's a ring on his own finger that claims he belongs to someone else, BUT HE CAN'T DENY ARO'S WORDS but knows better than to give him the satisfaction of vocally agreeing, instead shifts closer as they dance to the slowing pace of music. ❝    non posso restare molto a lungo.    ❞ lest aro starts building expectations. carlisle's voice is a soft sound dancing on his lips, knowing full well the second part of the festivities would involve human sacrifice and bloodshed. enough to make his stomach turn. ❝    come sai, non sono interessato a partecipare al gran finale ... that is, unless you've finally renounced your corrupt ways?    ❞

[benefeco]

random carlisle things in no particular order:

he attended the salem witch trials in 1692 and 1693. himself a vampire in hiding, the cruelty he witnessed there further opened his eyes to the hatred of mankind toward those it deems to be different. it made the transition into his new condition all the more difficult.

his british accent is still discernible today if he's especially relaxed or comfortable.

he was born in 1640 in london to an abusive and highly religious father. he was bitten in his mid30s while hunting a horde of vampires and subsequently transformed into the very creature he was taught to despise. the attack is branded in his flesh, along the length of his left arm, up to the base of his neck. because of this, he only ever wears long sleeves.

he sleeps. though not as often as humans and certainly not in a coffin. in that regard, he finds cliché'd vampire lore hilarious.

despite being extremely strong, his touch is remarkably light and gentle.

he still goes to church regularly, even if his faith has evolved from obligation to world - weary melancholy. none of the members of his coven understands his desire for salvation but they've given up questioning it.

sunlight burns his skin. the process is extremely painful and slow. instead of bursting into flames instantly, his skin starts to rot and decay but regenerates overtime.

the only member of his coven he considers his child and introduces as such is edward. he has legally adopted him.

he has acute tendency toward self-harm, has attempted suicide on multiple occasions and will go at great length to test his resilience, sometimes refusing to feed for months.

his enourmous wealth stems from various investments and professions as well as donations from the volturi dating back to his days in italy.

[oathkeptmusings]

darker vibes

❛ i would let you rip me apart if it meant loving you. ❜

❛ this fear you feel? it won’t last. ❜

❛ you are my salvation. ❜

❛ i revolt you, don’t i? ❜

❛ get the hell away from me. ❜

❛ i want to sink my teeth into every inch of you. ❜

❛ i’ll be your dirty little secret, if that’s what you’re into. ❜

❛ worship me. until i tell you to stop. ❜

❛ don’t you know how sick with love i am for you? ❜

❛ fucking hit me already. ❜

❛ i would burn the world for you. ❜

❛ i don’t want to be good, no matter how hard you wish it. ❜

❛ i don’t know how you’ve bewitched me, but it needs to stop. ❜

❛ fix me. ❜

❛ they die for love, you kill for it. ❜

❛ you are mine, whether you agree or not. ❜

❛ do you like it when i bleed for you? ❜

❛ i will keep hurting. i will keep killing. anything to protect you. ❜

❛ i’m starved for you, morning and night. ❜

❛ now i get to ravish you. ❜

❛ i am your god and your executioner. ❜

❛ you are doing so well, my pet. ❜

❛ you’re my sweetest poison. ❜

❛ let’s do something about that mouth of yours. ❜

❛ your fascination with me will be your death. ❜

❛ you’re the monster that’s enticed me into your bed. ❜

❛ all you can say are pretty lies. ❜

❛ the fucked up thing is that it isn’t enough to just love you. ❜

❛ you’ve broken me. all i can think about is you. ❜

❛ you’ll beg for more. ❜

❛ an eternity with you would never satisfy me. ❜

❛ i would gladly let you drag me to hell. ❜

❛ everything i’ve done.. every horrible atrocity, it’s been for you. ❜

❛ you’re a fucking nightmare. kiss me. ❜

❛ feel grateful that i allow you to touch me. ❜

❛ every time your lips touch my skin, you burn me from the inside out. ❜

❛ there’s no black or white, only gray. ❜

❛ no one touches what’s mine. ❜

❛ make me indifferent, make me horrible. ❜

❛ i could never be the one to love you. i can only be the one that kills you. ❜

❛ your lips are poison, your laugh a curse. ❜

[tonal-gleeson]

You’ll make me untidy. Good.