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* / out. hey, guys! sorry i’ve dropped off the face of the earth. my queue has run out, and i’m super busy moving and getting started with grad school. i’m not sure how active i’ll be from here out... probably not very, to be honest. i don’t even have the time for discord right now. anyway, i just wanted to let you guys know in case you were wondering.
oraculumin // alice .
he wins a small smile for his valiant efforts , she leans back into his embrace . how ? how did he manage to make everything seem so much better at once ? by doing nothing else but simply being himself he had eased so many of her worries , had soothed her time and time again . ❛ – even with all my credit card bills ? ❜ it was meant to be teasing , although they both knew she had something of a shopping addiction , but she earned a large majority of the family fortune anyway . she turns her head a little , to look up at him , to see the expression on his face . ❛ you’re not saying that … just to make me feel better , are you ? I don’t want that either . ❜ she had always encouraged him to be honest and upfront about his own feelings .
he laughed at her jesting, and the smile didn’t fade. he wanted her to feel and see his sincerity — his love for their life together as it was. “i’m tellin’ the truth, darlin’. that part of me’s... gone, i think.” it’s for the best, too. what good would he be as a parent? maybe, back when he was human, he could have been a good father. maybe not. wisdom hadn’t come easily to him then. maybe he could have grown into the role; maybe his wife would have helped and made things work with her stupid, naive, romantic husband. but jasper knew that who he was now should never be responsible for any child of any sort. “i’ve not considered children in over a century.”
thehearttm // mrs. cullen .
she sets michael down at her feet, and he clings to her skirt with a determined little fist, but his eyes are on jasper, still fascinated. edward hasn’t wandered far, just to the desk chair, where he immediately begins to climb into the seat. “don’t worry, we don’t let them invade your room whenever they like,” she says, shaking her head just a little - - albeit, fondly - - at edward’s antics, though most of her attention has been focused on jasper, on his reactions. (she knows the little ones well, is used to keeping peripheral attention on them while keeping focus somewhere else.) absentmindedly, she smooths michael’s hair back from his forehead as jasper turns to her with a question she had been sure would come. “essentially, she’s across the hall,” she says. “if you were to go back out to the landing, there’s another hallway. rosalie and alice are there, and carlisle and i are at the end of the hallway.”
he looked where she spoke, nodding and memorizing the layout for later should he need it. he could hear alice, and he focused on that, trying not to think of how far from him she would actually sleep. they’d taken to practically sharing a bed in the group home every night; nobody had cared much, and jasper liked having her near. she was so small, and she could soothe him when his terrors woke him screaming and whimpering like a scared infant. “who else is sleepin’ in here with me?” he needed to figure out if he should make a play for the bed soon or start setting up on the floor. the rug didn’t look too uncomfortable, and he’d certainly slept in worse places. mrs. cullen’s words might have implied that the room belonged to him alone, but that couldn’t be true. it’d be too good — too pleasant and perfect.
wholelotofmuses // alice .
“I am different, but I am far from unique. There are others– like me. With gold eyes. Covens. Families. Denali, Olympic– The latter is the one I see us joining. A few years from now, when you’re okay with…” Waving her hand slightly, Alice furrowed her brows in search for the right word. “You know. Blood.” “You’ll be okay with it. You know? You’re gonna be so good. I know it seems impossible right now, but it’s true. It’ll just take a little time.” Touching his hand gently, Alice laced her fingers around his wrist, before leaning in to place a KISS to his knuckles. A simple act of affection.
he stilled completely. the instinct to lash out — to strike and jerk back and run — sprang up, and only her emotions, still so warm and beautiful and genuine and intoxicating, kept him steady. his throat tightened. just the mention of blood was enough to remind him how hungry he actually was — how much he’d pushed away feeding in the recent past. he’d planned to feed soon, now that he was in the city. “... i don’t understand.” they were vampires — how could they ever behave differently around blood?
hybredtm // small child .
niklaus just shrugs. he doesn’t want to speak ill of his father, as his rage was something he knew the best out of his siblings.speaking of his mother is different, nik enjoys speaking of her, as she is the one who takes care of him, his hands wrapped around the necklace she gave him, the sterling a symbol of their connection. “her name is esther. she is back at the village, she is taking care of my little sister, rebekah. she is very tiny.“ and he shrugs once more before a smile appears as he speaks of his sister. “i was making her a drawing.” but now the drawing was ruined and it was too late to start over. “oh i’mnot brave. or strong.” he pouts, looking down and away from golden gaze. his thoughts are interrupted when he sees the petals flow between and around them. and HE SMILES, a genuine laugh appearing on his lips, though it hurt his lip to move. “no. my mother can do the same. some of my brothers can do that too.” but he can’t. he does feel something inside him, that wants to get out but it can’t. so he just moves on. “who are you?”
esther. he didn’t know of her. but he knew of few other witches outside of maria’s coven, considering how she’d hidden him and the others she turned away. he’d met more since joining with his new family, but he was still relatively new to the ways and names of the beings around him. he could sense something... different about this boy, however, though he couldn’t quite name it. just a feeling — like everything else. “my mother is an artist. she often says that painting is quite soothing.” jasper had his music, though it was a rare thing to hear him play or sing — not like with edward. but he imagined it was a similar effect. he reached a slow hand towards the boy’s face. “i am special — different. just like you.” an eyebrow raised, and he tried to soften the child’s emotions with peace and soft ease. “may i? i’ll take the sting away, i promise.”
wholelotofmuses // mary-alice .
flinching slightly at the growl, Alice could feel everything he wanted. build up of feat, bordering with the need to panickedly flee– but his face was in her vision, anchoring her. to him, to them, to the future she still hoped would occur. perhaps it would. nothing was set in stone, up until the moment in happened. she could see maria was wondering if she could kill her or not, but Jasper– he was a blur now. he was so beautiful. the need to touch his face, to press her forehead against his was vivid, pressing her forward, but she couldn’t. not yet. he wasn’t ready. “why? because you know I am right, that I can save you? are you holding out for hope, and don’t want her to kill me? or… is it something else?”
“you’re a foolish, crazy, little girl.” he snarled. the fear he tried to push through her emotions seemed to turn on him. “she will kill you. she’ll do it slowly, and she’ll do it painfully.” maria allowed nobody to look at him or speak to him the way mary-alice spoke this night. she would rip her head off if she heard her — especially for that talk of hope and a life outside of maria’s coven. i’m hers. i’m not yours. and she’ll rip you apart t’ make sure you remember before she burns you livin’. “that worth it t’ you?”
oraculumin // alice .
SHE FEELS HIS PAIN MOST KEENLY . try as he might to hold back , they have been together for far too long , she has shared his feelings as if they were her own . a hand lands quietly on his arm , but the words she means to speak die on her lips , as soon as she sees his face . more importantly his eyes . A LURID RED , crimson irises stare back at her and it feels like she’s had the breath knocked out of her . sorrow cuts deep , she sinks to her knees . all she sees is red , red like the first time they ever met , on that lonesome rainy day . she should have known , should have seen . aro barely even allowed her to hunt , and never unaccompanied , and it was only ever because he saw her as a prize . he did not have reason to treat jasper as kindly . but the eyes , the eyes were only the tip of the iceberg , of all the dastardly things he had made her husband do . she knew about being forced to attend to the wives , she knew about the fighting and the killing and every day it broke her heart . it sickened her , and over and over again , the same thought , that she had never wanted this for him . when he first arrived , they had fought terribly , she had pushed him out of the room where he stayed for days , until she came , crawling into his arms , in a flood of tears. weak , that’s what she had been , and now jasper was suffering for it . ❛ – no , sweetheart . ❜ she loves him still , of course she does , hers is a love with no strings attached . ❛ you have nothing to be sorry for . i’m going to aro , i’ll tell him , he can’t treat you like this . i won’t let him . ❜
he shook his head, hands combing through and gripping his hair. “n-no. alice, don’t. it’s ——— it’s my fault.” the animal blood — carnivorous or otherwise — had never satisfied him. he’d never been as strong or self-sacrificing as his family. the blood of deer and bears and mountain lions could never fill him up — not the monster war and nearly a century of murder and murder, year after year, had made him. “p-please, alice. please, don’t.” he’ll punish us both if you ask for too much. there could be nothing worse than being ripped from alice completely in a place such as this. he wouldn’t be able to protect her if aro never let him see her — or worse: if he decided jasper was more trouble to his new, favorite pet than it was worth for any of them. maybe it’s better this way. he knew it wasn’t. he could taste the fear on his tongue from the girl they tossed at his feet, already half ripped open by felix’s hands. he could still smell her and feel her trembling limbs in his hands. “i’m... stronger this way. maybe it’ll make things... better.”
smallseer // alice .
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“Perfect! Just who I needed to see. I need a big favor, Jas. Nothing bad. I just need you to model for me for a few moments.” Sketchbooks are spread out around her in an organized mess while fabric littered the dresser and bits of the floor.
“and why do you want t’ draw me again?” he smirked, but he had every intention of acquiescing to her request; he never did anything less. “don’t think i’ve changed since the last time you drew me, darlin’.”
divescustos // edward .
“WHAT’S THE PEP – THE PELOP – what’s that?” Edward said, giving up on even attempting to say the name of the war. But when Jasper said he wouldn’t like it, he just looked down for a moment before lifting his head again, and shrugged, saying, “Oh, okay.” He trusted Jasper’s opinion.
“My first mom got me some books when I was really little for when I was bigger, and Daddy found them for me,” he explained, thinking of the book sets now up on the shelves in his room. “I’m reading the Narnia books right now. I wish our closets were that interesting.”
he hoped edward didn’t think he didn’t want to talk to him about the books he read. jasper had always been good at deciphering emotions of those around him, but the little ones confused him at times. they were so... innocent. he was unaccustomed to innocence after so long apart from it. “that’s nice. i liked those books.” he vaguely remembered reading them before — reading them aloud to his younger brothers with faces that had long since faded into nothing. more often than not, when he thought of timothy or jonathan now, he thought of edward’s face and laughter. “the animals were my favorites. have you gotten t’ the horse and his boy yet?”
shieldedtm // bella .
❛ — battle scars ? ❜ an eyebrow perks upwards , surprised since she had never heard of his story before . she listens carefully to his next set of words , mind forming its own images of jasper in combat , wonder in her irises . ❛ so you do have much experience with newborns . did it hurt , the bites , EVEN AS A VAMPIRE ? ❜
“——— not as badly as what you remember from yours.” instinctively, however, one of his hands rested atop one of his bared forearms. he could feel the indentations and raised bits. he couldn’t remember how he’d gotten all of them — not anymore — unless they were wounds maria gave him to teach him ‘lessons’ and make him ‘better.’ he remembered all of those. “vampiric saliva soothes the venom sting, so if you’re given the time t’ tend yourself the hurt doesn’t last long.” or if your sire gives you permission.
olympicwolf // jacob .
jacob looks at jasper, it’s true he’s lying. and it’s also true that it’d be better if he weren’t. “i don’t know what else to do but try… i mean, how do not love someone you’d give your entire life for?” he hadn’t meant to blurt it out, but here he was, doing exactly that.
“we can’t choose who we love. but we can choose t’ walk away when it’s nothin’ but trouble.” he remembered knowing what he had with maria wasn’t love; he remembered the knowledge, and he remembered staying and obeying regardless. this wasn’t the same, but it helped him understand the wolf’s feelings.
controlledpotential // rosalie .
❛ YOUR MOVE , ❜ lips quirk ever so slightly as she eyes the fellow blonde , brow raising just a bit. checkers was a simple game , but it was one she quite enjoyed. reminded her of the days spent sitting on a porch as a human , warmth on her skin & sun in her hair as she played carelessly. ❛ ——– careful , brother. you’re close to losing. ❜
// @empathtm
“don’t speak too soon, sister. pride is the enemy of the victor.” he smirked, moving his next piece after very careful consideration. he’d played chess as a boy in his father’s house, and he’d learned to play checkers in the cavalry from one of the camp followers. they played quite a lot of games in the cullen house. it still felt quite new and refreshing every time, however.
cursedvain // rosalie .
YOU DON’T THINK TWICE ! your hands moving to grab both bags on the floor, moving to gesture emmett so he would move with them. alice has no trouble on moving, and so, the teacher does ask, ‘what the hell are you doing?’ and you just turn around, and in your most sweetest voice, you said, ❝ our brother isn’t feeling very well, and i think we need to go with him, ❞ and edward moves with you, carrying both bags with one hand, you grab his arm, ❝ come on, let’s get out of here, little brother. ❞
alice’s whispers in his ear, rubbing her hand up and down his trembling arm, kept him going — kept him from stopping and grabbing every human they passed. they smelled so good, each and every one of them. he wanted them all. he wanted all their blood; he needed all their blood. the walk to the cars passed in a blur, though they walked at the sluggish pace meant to simulate humanity. alice led him to rose’s car, guiding him into the passenger’s seat and sliding into the backseat behind him. her small hand pressed and squeezed his shoulder, and he shut his eyes, reaching over to squeeze her fingers. he finally breathed again, once all the doors were shut and the car cranked and running.
gcldenenvy // rosalie .
❛ i’m only helping you because i’m bored. don’t get used to this. ❜
open starter.
“thank you for the clarification. now don’t trim too much of my hair off, or alice will never forgive either of us.”
oraculumin // alice .
❛ – not anymore , at least . told you you’d have a future once i was through with you . ❜ the mention of their first meeting makes it all seem so bittersweet . she remembers it like it was yesterday , him practically quaking in his boots . a hand strokes his cheek gently , longingly , but she’s already made up her mind ❛ you’ve got yourself a girlfriend , you’re graduating in a year . i’ve already paid the rest of your fees , like i promised . but i’m afraid this is goodbye . men with girlfriends don’t sleep around for money , it’s not nice , and it certainly won’t make you happy . ❜
will she make me happy? but he couldn’t ask that. alice wasn’t his girlfriend; she never had been. that had been what they promised and decided at the start. he couldn’t go back on that now — not at the end. she’d kept her word; he needed to keep his. his stomach squirmed, and he looked down into her eyes. he could feel his silent gaze begging her to talk him out of everything he planned to do. ask me t’ stay. tell me not t’ go back with her. tell me she lied when she told me you couldn’t ever really want me. “——— you’ll be alright? with... him. with everythin’ on your own?”
I CAN FEEL WHAT YOU’RE FEELING NOW — and you are worth it. // BY JACKIE. HIGHLY SEL. & MUTUALLY EXCL.
fatesknown // bella .
not often she gets to talk to japser properly / hates it when she’d always had questions she wanted to ask him. to sate her curiosity. “always wondered…have you used your gift to mess with someone ? like to DISTRACT emmet in games ?” / s.c, @empathtm
he smiled lightly. “do you think i need t’ do that t’ win?” amusement peppered his voice and expression. “no.” he answered more seriously, but his smile didn’t fade away. “i’ve never been very playful with my... gift.” he teased occasionally, but never very often. none of them want t’ see what i can really do.