“You know, I don‘t remember much, but I do remember thinking there was nothing more powerful on this planet than just plain old hunger. Turns out, THIRST IS WORSE.” // As understood by Melissa. || GOOGLE DOC. carrd pending.
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“You know, I don‘t remember much, but I do remember thinking there was nothing more powerful on this planet than just plain old hunger. Turns out, THIRST IS WORSE.” // As understood by Melissa. || GOOGLE DOC. carrd pending.
honestly wondering if it would just be easier to remake this blog all together ; the clutter is atrocious.
all righty ! please follow me at @newbrn ; just pardon the construction dust, but pinned post, tag directory and google doc is up.
honestly wondering if it would just be easier to remake this blog all together ; the clutter is atrocious.
“You know, I don‘t remember much, but I do remember thinking there was nothing more powerful on this planet than just plain old hunger. Turns out, THIRST IS WORSE.” // As understood by Melissa. || GOOGLE DOC. carrd pending.
bree's birthday was yesterday. < / 3 so we are just gonna pretend it's today. i didn't even realize logging back into this blog today that it was until i looked back on my google doc. anways, i'm back!
Unbelievable (2019) Created by Susannah Grant, Michael Chabon, and Ayelet Waldman
i don’t know how to ask for help i disappear and come back when i’m good
... i resurface to inform you bree is a hufflepuff, that is all.
@newbrn gets a random thing from esme!
beaming WIDELY , she took bree’s hands in hers , walking backwards . “ alice asked me about hobbies && said you might be interested . ” she said , moving around && grabbing a few copic markers && a large canvas pad from one of the tables . “ so i took the liberty . i also got - ” she grabbed some from the shopping bag && presented it also to her youngest daughter . “ PAINTS . watercolor && acrylic . i wasn’t sure what you would prefer . ” still smiling , esme watched for a reaction , not able to read minds , predict the future or feel others emotions .
“ i … also got you SOME school things , ” she added sheepishly . “ notebooks , pens , some textbooks . i know it’s maybe too early to think about public school - i’ll leave jasper to GAUGE that one - but we have a library && i’m sure i could teach some english && math until you feel ready to enrol . ”
“i’m--- i could use both, thank you!” bree mumbled, blushing with the fresh animal blood coursing in her veins. esme really didn’t have to, but still, bree found herself smiling, golden eyes lighting up with eager delight as she took hold of the bag and peeked inside at the assortment of colors her mother had gotten her. the newborn had only recently started drawing, coloring in a secret book she kept hidden in her room with crayola pencils, but the sight of a few more mediums inspired a couple fun ideas.
the mention of school had her pausing. bree hadn’t thought about it too much, though it crossed her mind here and there that she’d have to enroll in forks high school without the rest of the cullens. that she had to enroll in school at all and so soon had her nervous, afraid she might make a mistake. and then there was a more mundane concern: “i--- um, i never. i was usually pretty bad in math, so maybe...?” school in general had been tedious. she slept poorly and was frequently late, had trouble focusing, and had almost been in trouble for truancy-- all results of her home environment at the time. bree was almost certain she would be behind if she joined the ninth grade now without some help to get her caught up.
empaath:
she’s so quiet as she approaches him that it doesn’t REGISTER with him for a few minutes . taking in the newborns has both made him tense && reserved but a small space left open for bree that she had managed to squeeze herself through - but right now , all his tension was redirected towards … towards bella . && himself . his head lifted only slightly as she sat next to him , staring out into the wilderness the balcony OFFERED them , they spoke a few words here && there before bree got it .
the thoughts had been turning in his head ever since he heard the story from edward about how bella had been able to deflect not feeding on those hill climbers . had he been deluded his whole life in thinking newborn madness was a thing ? he had never seen the others in their first year . were they all as controlled as bella ? was newborn MADNESS even a thing ? or was it a product of the wars ?
was it him ?
fuck what if it was JUST him ? what if his emotions had caused the fights within the newborn army ? what if they were all controlled && it was him that was to blame ? him alone with his hunger enhancing the ferocity ? jesus , what if it was ? what did that mean ? would it be better if he left ? better if he DISAPPEARED && left this peaceful family alone away from all his limitations && hunger .
it was all that was going through his head && perhaps , he had let slip to bree what he was thinking , a sigh falling from him as he stared out in front of him . “ there MUST be . ” he mused softly . “ one-hundred && fifty years && i’ve never been able to control anything as well as her . ” he felt his jaw clench slightly . “ there must be somethin’ wrong with me . i thought i was gettin’ better && good at this - what if i’m DOOMED to this because i am weak ? ” he turned to look at her . “ one hundred && fifty years bree . there must be somethin’ wrong with me . ”
“there is NOTHING wrong with you.” bree almost felt like telling him he was supposed to be the smartest brother, but registered quickly that this didn’t call for any lightening mood- it was serious. this was serious, because jasper was hurt, because he was thinking he was lesser when he wasn’t. in the few months bree had been with the family she had decided jasper was one of their strongest, and not by the same standards that could be said of any physical strength. he carried the weight and burden of all their emotions every single day, as well as their thirst, and still made his way through to survive every passing hour. bree didn’t know what she could say to persuade him he was wrong, but she wanted to try. “i was in a newborn army, too. it wasn’t different than what you described. we were all crazy most of the time,” even bree, though not nearly as often as the others, sometimes found herself at the mercy of her own blood lust. even fred, even diego, and riley too, no matter how much he tried to act like their never-do-wrong leader. and sometimes, bree found the lust nagging at her still even when she looked calm on the surface.
she looked up at him, at her oldest brother, debating her next choice of words... but it had to be said, because it was also the truest point: “bella’s just... weird.” ever the observer, it was one of the most notable things about the vampire joining their family which was just as true even when she was human. bella’s mind couldn’t be read, her scent had called to each of them like a lure more than others of her past kind, and she seemed exempt from the same circumstances that had applied to nearly each of them in their newborn stages with exception to their father and jasper’s twin. bree rubbed at her arm. “besides, didn’t you say she was almost turned once, with venom and everything?”
bestest:
SETH HADN’T SEEN HER WHEN HE’D FIRST MET the Cullens, though he wasn’t sure if it was because she’d been there and he hadn’t taken notice or if she hadn’t been a part of their family yet. Either way, when he’d seen someone close enough to his age, Seth had been more than a bit excited. He couldn’t even imagine what she must have gone through to get to where she was - and he wasn’t sure they were at the point in their friendship where he could ask - but, thinking about the stories that he had heard, he knew it must have been rough.
The statement caught him by surprise, head turning away from the scenery in front of him to glance at Bree, sitting a couple branches above him. His own piece of the tree shook as he laughed, hand gripping at the trunk so he wouldn’t fall out. ❝ Wait, so you’re saying you guys can’t do it? ❞ he asked, eyebrows raised in curiosity.
❝ You should really get your money back, that’s such a ripoff. ❞
“no,” bree laughed, joy causing her eyes to squint as she peered down at him, watching him struggle to keep himself wrapped to the tree. she doubted he’d actually injure himself if he did fall, but just in case, at least she could put some of her new vampire powers to good use and catch him. “but since so many vampires have powers, i bet there’s one out there that can shapeshift. the rumor had to start somewhere, right?”
slowly, bree started to stand and faced the trunk. she started to climb higher. “there’s probably a lot out there if we exist. other werewolves and vampires. bigfoot is probably real. ”
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it’s been a little over a year since her life changed forever in that dance studio. she’s been on the run ever since, battling for control over her thirst but she thinks she’s finally learned to control it. ( or at least, she’s fed enough and has returned to forks to check in on her father. ) the plan is to check on him from afar, like she had with her mother a few months prior. facing either parent right then just wasn’t an option. she had no explanation she could provide them and has made peace with the fact she can never return home, can never have a normal life again.
it’s after midnight when her father leaves the station, which should come as no surprise for the brunette but it definitely left her hating that fact about her father right about then. ( she didn’t plan on being in town this long. ) she watches as he climbs into his car to drive home, plans on taking a short cut through the woods to beat him there, keep an eye on him just a little longer, but some rustling nearby distracts her. the stench of another vampire captures her attention and before she can stop herself, curiosity is leading her in the direction of the sound. ( not a cullen, or at least, she doesn’t think so anyway. )
bree has been a cullen for over a few months now since victoria’s attempt to rain her army against edward and the rest of the cullen family. she settled in well, all things considered, and was scheduled to begin the new school year in a two months as a ninth-grade freshman in forks high school. going out a little more often into town seemed appropriate, and it was then she had realized the scent of a vampire lingering nearby.
she tracked it into the forest, debating whether she should go and tell jasper and alice, or string emmett along just in case. before bree could stop herself and flee to her family, she was already stepping closer to the older teen, peeking out behind a bulky tree trunk with bright, gold eyes. “--- are you a nomad?” was probably the more important question bree found herself wondering, wary that maybe she had come with a coven or worse, was a scout for the volturi. at that thought, she was quickly regretting having approached her at all, noticing her red eyes.
fuckingvictus:
the other will simply give her a look before turning back to look in front of him, rubbing the tense muscles of his neck. even if he could go out in the sun, he always did feel far more energetic during the night. probably didn’t help with his already short temper—…which only seemed to get worse with the whole half vampire thing. can you really blame her, though? “cappello?” he’ll walk after her, his own ears tuning into what may have been going on on the boardwalk. “sounds like he might be. i can hear the jazzy sound,” though he wasn’t going to complain. it was easy to dance with. “hey, is that why you suggested oil?” a joke, his elbow coming up to softly jab at her arm.
“nooo,” bree answered, giggling. “cappello was just an after thought. his music is nice to listen to.” and it tended to hype up a crowd, or maybe it was just the man’s energy. he always played his instrument with so much vigor, it was hard not to get caught in the excitement he stirred up from the crowd. the only drawback was sometimes it could get too loud. heightened senses weren’t made to endure crowds for so long, especially when bree was still learning to battle the urge to plunge after people’s throats when she could hear the blood rushing through their veins. it was worse when their blood was pumping, pulses racing.
when the sound stage started coming into view, bree sat where she could listen to the music and get an ample view of the hundred-something teenagers and adults dancing and pumping their fists into the air. thirst was starting to burn the back of her throat and make her insides itch, meaning she had something else to consider: who she was going to drink tonight.
i’m trying really hard to be here, but working full time and all-day shifts leaves me too exhausted to be here after work and since everything’s closed when we get off, that leaves me running errands on my days free so. ; A; please bear with me, i know i owe a lot of people replies on starters and threads but i’m tryinnng.
Smell of old dusty books.
letting a traumatized character have their happy ending where they can recover from their trauma will always be a thousand times more powerful than killing them off for shock value
wolfonov:
❝ whoa. you smell… 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝. ❞ understatement of the year, dude. she smells like him. or rather - that’s not right. she smells absolutely nothing like him, or elena, or any other werewolf he’s come across. it clings to the back of his throat and burns his nostrils, sharp and chemical. tolerable but extremely off putting. like when katia would screw up painting her nails and the house would suddenly be filled with the smell of acetone, a voice in the back of his head offers.
she smells like him in the sense that he can tell she’s something else. not werewolf – but not human, either. and while that alone should be enough to set off all the red flags his father taught him to look out for, this wouldn’t be the first time his curiosity has gotten the better of him. ❝ i could ask you the same thing. i mean, what kind of – ❞ voice pitches lower, just in case. ❝ what kind of wolf are you ? ❞
“a wolf?” the presumption, though they are on questionable grounds, amuses her enough to pull up a faint, little smile. “i’m not a wolf. please tell me i don’t smell like one.” without meaning to, she takes a quick sniff at her sweater-- she doesn’t, thank god. she just smells like... whatever it is vampires smelled like. they certainly didn’t smell like age-old corpses, at least. “i’m a vampire.”
golden eyes glimpse up at the boy, whose big eyes remind her of seth. he looks innocent, but he’s still a wolf. they’re hundreds of miles from the reservation which means there isn’t any alliance she can depend on to keep her safe from whatever pack he hails from. the reminder has her stepping back from him, nearly afraid as her boots crunch over dead leaves. her body tenses, muscles coiling and readying to spring away from him as bree settles more distance between them. she’s already said too much, that enough could have just put her family in danger. “but-- but i’m not going to hurt anyone!”