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@carlislc
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this is something i’ve been putting off for a very long time out of respect, but i feel after current events it’s incredibly necessary. this is a callout post for sophia / blair / bella aka @swordriven, @bitchifer, @devilseater, @ivoryriven, @carnaois, who has been harassing me for nearly two years now. a lot of you will remember that a month or two ago, she made a jennifer check blog with the url devilseater and stole my writing style, my aesthetic for jennifer and used a psd incredibly similar to my old burgundy and cyan one, which was made by my dear friend ink for me. she has now moved her jennifer blog to a blog with the url bitchifer, direct copy of my bitchdorf url that i had for my blair waldorf blog, AND PRETENDED TO BE SOMEONE ELSE TO BE MY FRIEND. i confronted her, to which she admitted to pretending to be someone else - if i had not confronted her, she would’ve proceeded to pretend to be an entirely different person just so she could have access to my blog and to manipulate me into being her friend.
she has harassed not only me, but my friends including @snarkmd, @hastinge / @ameliarenaldi, and @coolamy / wolfsm. below is a link to a google doc containing all that she has done, evidence of it such as screenshots, and those who suffered from her bullshit telling their experiences. please do not take it lightly when i say this girl has harassed me for far too long, starting from when i was a minor and i refused to interact with her because she used an ableist slur on her regina george blog. i have always had such a drama-free experience on this hellsite and i’ve been very good at turning the other cheek, but i simply cannot let this go on anymore.
here is the google drive link with evidence.
here is the google doc link with more information.
❝ — but i’m hoping that there is still a point to this life, even for us. it’s a long shot, i’ll admit, ❞ he continued in an offhand voice. ❝ by all accounts, we’re damned regardless. but i hope, maybe foolishly, that we’ll get some measure of credit for trying. ❞
canon-divergent and personal interpretation of the twilight saga’s carlisle cullen. heavily influenced by gothic fiction and draculean lore. as changed by pete.
where is pete?
right now, i’m undergoing a pretty intense family emergency. my uncle was in critical condition, and now we are reworking the house to make it a suitable environment for assisted living. i’m also currently taking classes, and i’m just extremely busy right now.
i won’t be on likely for the next week. i know i’ve been gone for a bit already, but i’m just really focused on a lot of other things right now. i’m hoping that i can write some, and maybe keep drafts worked on whenever i have down time, but i won’t be posting any writing. chances are, i’m not going to be going through new follows right now. i really appreciate the patience.
if you’d like to chat, you are totally welcome to message me on discord. i’m going to be keeping my name the same, feel free to add me if we’re mutuals: pete#6239
,:・゚✧ *:・゚. *:・゚ 💎 @carlislc:
30 - a kiss on the back of the hand.
The moment Carlisle’s hold remains around his hand after their greeting, Thranduil suspects nothing spectacular. Nonetheless reigns him curiosity, keeps him from withdrawing and instead has him observe; gaze following the motion lifting said hand to his friend’s mouth. Cold lips plant affection ( testimony of fondness, warmth ) to the back of his hand, jeweled fingers curl slowly as well as reflexively whilst brows arch upward. Amusement merged with surprise lures a huff past the ellon’s own lips in response, carves dimples into fair cheeks. ❝ I have to admit, you are creative. ❞ Because despite all knowledge of Carlisle as a gentleman, the last thing Thranduil expected upon entering the Cullen residence was for himself to receive a handkiss.
MEME: SPOTS TO KISS STATUS: NOT ACCEPTING
random carlisle aesthetic / do not reblog unless partner
——— anna carey.
— sentence starters : ridiculous quotes from shitty 80s films. content warnings : truly this is pure chaotic energy.
“gentlemen, we meet again.”
“if that gold isn’t in that cave, it has to be somewhere else.”
“if you’re still mad i called you a fruitcake, i didn’t mean it.”
“you’re the prettiest nut i’ve ever seen.”
“i don’t care about coyotes, i want to know where the gold is.”
“i hope there’s a dining car.”
“i’m in charge of uh…charm.”
“i know but uh, you know you really do look um….good.”
“what about the apple!”
“you know very well what apple.”
“that’s not a novel, name. it’s heartburn.”
“where’s north? which is south?”
“when was the last time we horsed around in the middle of the day? six years ago when we were both down with the flu.”
“this ain’t a bridge. it’s termites holding hands.”
“when they said hardwood floors what they really mean is …. hard, wood floors.”
“i know the sound of two pennies being dropped into a jelly jar when I hear it.”
“my advice is……learn to live with it.”
“this squirrel is me, isn’t it?”
“you’re sinking into a pit of self-pity, defeatism and alcohol….”
“now, how much notice do you think you’ll need to start acting normal?”
“i will too. and so will you.”
“nothing like a brisk walk after a morning swim.”
“as usual, I weeded out……all of the junk mail myself.”
“you’re always calling my mother if i’m not home by 7:30.”
“i took the cat but i couldn’t figure out how to take the kitty litter so i left it.”
“negativity. this is exactly what i’m talking about, it’s very negative.”
“DAMN YOU LOOK GOOD.”
“i’ll tell ya buddy i’m hell on wheels.”
“get behind there and stay there.”
“look at those biceps.”
“she wanted it she took it and he let her.”
“see i would hope you’d come to the healthy conclusion that she’s a manipulative bitch.”
“see i would hope you’d come to the healthy conclusion that he’s a manipulative bastard.”
“you have to understand, life sucks so why not be a shmuck.”
“poor guy. he’s a prince who thinks he’s a frog.”
"alright, name, wait. i’m feeling a little tense or something. i don’t know.”
“as someone in the arts, i know quality when i see it.”
“what’s this pseudo sexual penis envy.”
“i don’t want you to do this cause you’re weak. i want you to do it cause you know i’m right.”
“he’s got an aura about him as green as this scallion.”
“look at my face i can’t go to dinner like this.”
“as far as i’m concerned you and i - we’re magic.”
“why don’t you use those powers of yours to pass the potatoes.”
“i guess we have to admit you’ve done it.”
“this is happening, alright.”
“violence is the last resort of a limited mind.”
“what the hell is that supposed to mean, bryan.”
“i’m not a freak.”
“i’m a goddamn good lookin man.”
“well one thing is for sure, name’s behaviour was way out of line. let’s not have him up again.”
“we’re not asking him to leave, if he wants to leave we’ll let him.”
“i think we’ll skip dessert.”
"you love yourself too much.”
“you dedicated all your books to yourself.”
“DON’T TOUCH ME.”
“i blew it. i blew it! i was a bad boy!”
“will you read my lips: no.”
“HAUL YOUR ASS OUTTA THAT BOY.”
“now we can do this easy, or we can do this rough.”
“YOUR MAMA.”
"oh boy. oH BOY. OOOOH BOY. OH BOUY!!!!”
“rest in peace, dipshit!”
“i’m a monster, look at me. this is the real me.”
❝ — but i’m hoping that there is still a point to this life, even for us. it’s a long shot, i’ll admit, ❞ he continued in an offhand voice. ❝ by all accounts, we’re damned regardless. but i hope, maybe foolishly, that we’ll get some measure of credit for trying. ❞
canon-divergent and personal interpretation of the twilight saga’s carlisle cullen. heavily influenced by gothic fiction and draculean lore. as changed by pete.
‘redemption arc’ this and ‘redemption arc’ that
wheres an arc where the hero gets morally corrupted by a villain and switches sides and becomes an even bigger threat as a result
where is my bastardization arc
@hallowcrown ——— ❝ you are loved, you are loved more than you know. ❞ ( from esme )
ANGEL FROM ON HIGH, how had he found such a light to join him in these endless years ? smiling, he cannot help; at some time, he would have refused such kind words, saving none of the warmth in this world for himself. but she has gifted him with more than she knows, & with gentle approach, he lays cool lips upon her cheek in grateful kiss. kindest soul. how could the world have been so cruel to a heart so soft ?
❝ ——— what are you talking about ? ❞ lips spread in a smile so wide it parts him from her, now temple leaning against her as he breathes her in. presence more of a comfort, more of a lifeline than perhaps he tells her. though, he, too, aims to make sure, with each passing day, esme knows good & well how dear she is to him. ❝ i know very well. you tell me every day. ❞
𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘜𝘌𝘋 ——— @ruerot
WHAT UNHOLY HAND upon him, & yet he so leaned toward the touch, seeking what comfort it might give. but there was none to be had, for even behind the tenderness of the touch, there was no true sympathy. it was not in his nature. caius’ heart never felt more but for the warring of his endless life. brows knit in agony for the thought of it, yet still he sought his touch; leaning cheek into the curve of his cold hand, carlisle’s eyes close, lashes coming to rest upon the high apples of his cheeks.
whispering sigh of an unnecessary breath leaves his stony lungs. chasing away the sight of the conquering creature before him, willing himself only to rest in the comfort of his glacial flesh, slowly the holy son raised his own palms; hand which had once clasped itself in ardent prayer now delicately coming to clasp about the raised knuckles of caius’ which all the same fervor. what was it that he worshipped ?
❝ ——— i will sacrifice no more, caius. i have given enough. ❞
* 𝚂𝙻𝙴𝙴𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝚃 𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃 ( 𝚂𝙾𝙵𝚃 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 ) 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂.
taken from the bands’ various songs, but with a twist: a lot of it are soft sentence starters meant for those quiet or glaringly tender moments. nothing belongs to me. feel free to change any pronouns or sentence structure according to your muse’s preferences.
❝ the world is brighter than the sun now that you’re here. ❞
❝ you are loved, you are loved more than you know. ❞
❝ i’ll give you everything i have, i’ll teach you everything i know. ❞
❝ i will always hold you close, but i will learn to let you go. ❞
❝ i will soften every edge, I’ll hold the world to its best. ❞
❝ you taught me the courage of stars before you left. ❞
❝ how rare and beautiful it is to even exist. ❞
❝ sweetheart, you look a little tired. when did you last ate? ❞
❝ it’s okay if you can’t catch your breath; you can take the oxygen straight out of my own chest. ❞
❝ just wanna build you up till you’re good as new. ❞
❝ with every heartbeat i have left, i will defend your every breath. ❞
❝ i promise i’ll do better. ❞
❝ your heart is far too young to realise the unimaginable light you hold inside. ❞
❝ come in and make yourself at home. stay as long as you need. ❞
❝ no, i don’t wanna talk about myself - tell me where it hurts. ❞
❝ i just wanna love you well. ❞
❝ i’d give anything to hear you say it one more time that the universe was made just to be seen by my eyes. ❞
❝ i will rearrange the stars, pull them down to where you are. ❞
❝ i will love you without any strings attached. ❞
❝ i finally see myself—unabridged and overwhelmed, a mess of a story i’m ashamed to tell—but i’m slowly learning how to break this spell. ❞
❝ make my messes matter. ❞
❝ tell me if something’s wrong - you can count on me. ❞
❝ we were full of life, we could barely hold it in. ❞
❝ time is ruthless but showed us kindness in the end. ❞
❝ we find our way back home. ❞
❝ i wanna love you but i don’t know how. ❞
❝ for the first time i see an image of my brokenness utterly worthy of love. ❞
❝ you know i’ll take my heart and clean apart, if it helps yours beat. ❞
❝ we will call this place our home. ❞
❝ it’s okay if you can’t find the words; let me take your coat off and these weight off your shoulders. ❞
❝ let our hearts, like doors, open wide. ❞
❝ i will love you with every single thing i have. ❞
❝ what a privilege it is to love. ❞
❝ a little broken, a little new. we are the impact and the glue. capable more than we know to call this fixer upper home. ❞
❝ let the years we’re here be kind. ❞
❝ there is goodness in the heart of every broken man. ❞
❝ we’re young enough to try to build a better life. ❞
❝ i rebuild when I break down. ❞
❝ don’t you worry, there’s still time. ❞
❝ i’m short of breath standing next to you ❞
❝ you are beautiful like I’ve never seen. ❞
❝ goodnight, it is time to sleep. the moon will watch over all of your dreams. ❞
❝ go ahead and laugh, even if it hurts. ❞
❝ you’re enough. i promise you. ❞
❝ oh, let me be right. ❞
❝ we are infinite. ❞
❝ we may fall in love every time we open up our eyes. ❞
𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄
mirth bleeds ‘cross features , sardonic edge crawling up ━━━ 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝒀 𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑫. mind flitting this way & that , a night spent recounting tales from this life & the last. it was only a matter of time before thoughts of 𝐇𝐈𝐌 would resurface , a nightmare snarling & snapping its way into her brain. 𝙾𝙷 , 𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙴 ! 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙺 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝙴𝚂𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙴 ? ❝ my common sense tells me to 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙. forget everything. but it’s never that easy , is it ? ❞
STARTER CALL ↺ @carlislc.
𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 to call them, the dreams did not cease for those who drew no breath. instead of coming to them when the moon was high, they accompanied them in walking like; when all too tired, the mind enjoyed welcoming the ghosts of their past to join them. whispering familiarity: seething agony.
❝ ——— it’d be easy if we were meant to forget, ❞ he speaks; beyond their view, the sky begins to light. but carlisle’s eyes do not reach it. they linger upon pale flesh of his hands, bidding farewell to the apparitions of his past, in order to carry her’s.
❝ but nobody ever forgets, rose. they can pretend, & that’s all.. ❞ a moment. it’s a hopeless thought, isn’t it ? to leave her with that would be cruel. gaze travels toward her, a careful hand raising, waiting permission, before settling on a wave of golden hair. fingers caressing the locks of her hair, nursing comfort from the girl. ❝ it’s harder on your own. it’s easier when you have a soul to share it with. ❞
– Peter Facinelli as Carlisle Cullen
𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄
SHE HUMS, A LIGHT AND MUSICAL SOUND, like church bells singing through rolling hills, calling him home. fingers dance along his collar, amber gaze admiring the tender clash of IVORY AND GOLD before eyes could lift, and smile to shape her lips. ❛ – for the world? ❜ she teases as she gently tugs upon his collar, urging him down to meet her lips, split into a mischievous grin. ❛ you sure about that, amor? ❜
𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 ? the whole world stood still for her; as much time passed, carlisle could still feel her grounding him to the very earth. just a smile caused his heart to lurch, feel gravity again, something so deeply human in her crashing down on him like a refreshing wave.
❝ ——— all the world, everything in it, & the stars beyond. ❞ came solemn promise, pale flesh wrapping about her delicate fingers. marveling at what gentle touch could come for a man, a monster, such as he. but dark thoughts have no place amongst her light, & so carlisle smiles, soothingly, bowing neck gratefully to meet her in a kiss.
AND SO I ENTREAT YE, DEVIL; why cast me aside ? remember, that I am thy creature; i ought to be thy Adam; but I am rather the fallen angel, whom thou drivest from joy for no misdeed. | private & selective original interpretation of bram stoker’s COUNT DRACULA, borrowing from numerous source material of film, musical, broadway and gothic literature, and being mainly headcanon based. largely 18+ and written by béla. will feature themes of blood, death, vampirism, horror and religious blasphemy. / ©
@draculyr ——— Sits down in Carlisle's favorite chair. Reclines. Steeples fingers.
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐘 what he felt for the other. was it anger ? hatred ? no, he could not forsake him; even as he martyred himself, carlisle could not bring himself to lay blame upon another. for the same rotten greed that drove him, try as he may to bury it, lived, too, within the beast before him. a monster ——— still a man.
eyes slowly raise, seeking the other’s. a dark, endless black pitch, hunger betraying the aching of his teeth to sink into living flesh & drink his fill. the white-hot thirst of his first days had blossomed in his throat, scratched & scathed at his tongue. yet, still, he denied himself; but it did not stop the fantasy. sinking his beastly fangs into a scrambling victim, tasting their gore thick in his throat. taking to the night with claws shining & eyes scarlet.
damn him. sitting so dignified in his home, proud judas that he was.
❝ ——— count, ❞ carlisle speaks, as he scrambles for civility. throat raw, voice blistered, his words come coarsely. where is the doctor now ? he is being replaced, steadily, the poison of avarice prickling over his soul. bitter smile craggles across his lips, trembling, as if some fell noise lurks behind. he swallows it. ❝ a pleasure, as always. ❞