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@ohstorm
I AM NOT ONLY THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM ;
BUT INSTEAD, I AM THE CALM AND THE STORM.
OHSTORM , an independent & mutually exclusive multi - muse as lovingly weathered by elliott. dark , heavy & potentially triggering content ahead. i yap a lot on the dash ooc , and comment frequently on the ooc posts of my mutuals. if this bothers you feel free to let me know. ( carrd / pinterest / @hemoth / @m4jors )
BESTIES : racointeur , hatigave / hitcritical , throatsplit , guarrds
this is just a casual reminder that this is not my main blog anymore. i actually never log in here lmao. if you want to interact with me &/or just keep up with my shenanigans, feel free to follow me over to @hemoth. if we are mutuals here, you can also add me on discord (@/witcherys) if you're not interested in interacting with jay. just let me know your url when i accept you, please!!
what started as just a cute little "ooh what if i made a mothman oc?" concept has spiraled into what is quite possibly the greatest creation of my life. i genuinely love jay with my whole heart and i would love it so much if my friends over here that don't already follow him, would make the move ! this isn't to say that i'm never gonna come back to my multi, because that isn't the case !! i have muses here that i've been writing since i started on tumblr (2017!!) and some i've been writing since long before that (stares at emmett cullen). so i will obviously always come home here when the mood strikes, but in the new year...
i really want to focus on curating the spaces wherein i'm the most comfortable, but also focusing on work that is exclusively mine. i've spent a lot of years too scared to venture into original lore & original work because i've always felt like i wasn't creative enough or good enough to conjure workable ideas.
having written and worked through sooo much of jay's backstory and lore over the last 7 months, i can feasibly conclude that i am definitely creative enough to conjure workable ideas. so, that's my plan. i really want to try and turn jay into a novel. but i also want to build long-lasting relationships with him too. roleplay will always be a special thing for me. if it weren't for rp, i wouldn't have any friends. i wouldn't know how to write at all. long-lost friends on ff.n taught me how to write many, many moons ago. my in-school education was really lacking, then lmaooo.
all of that said, i really (REALLY!!) want to thank all of you who have been with me for as long as you have !! the characters, and the plots, and even the friendships that i have made over the last 8 years here on tumblr are some of the most amazing things i've ever experienced. i really, truly hope that each and every one of you has the most wonderful 2026 imaginable and that you manage to achieve everything you're hoping to!! remember: no achievement is too small. everything is worth something. good luck, and remember to drink water !! i'll be back over here eventually, i promise. the twilight brainrot never stays away long. in the meantime, i really hope that you'll join me & jay over in cryptid paradise. <3 xoxo, elliott. mwah !
hi i am thinking so many thoughts about mr. john murphy today !!! he's such a cute lil roach. i miss him so bad ur honor.
twilight :( need :( please :( brain rotting so HARD ......
i am logged in over here right this second (shocking, i know !) with the specific thought that i would like to write twilight things -- but specifically on discord. if you're interested in that feel free to interact w/ this post or shoot me a dm on discord ( witcherys is my user ). pls mutuals only, though. & also, if you add me from this post will u lmk who you are either by messaging me here, or commenting on dis wee post? any of my twilight muses r up for grabs. or honestly, if u have a specific pairing or smth you're interested in i can also pick up someone new i'm pretty well-versed in all of the lore. i just am brainrotting and need to get it out LMAO
i am ...... thinking about twilight rn.
open to: f/m/nb potential connections: an angel & a demon have possessed vessels that your muse knows to save/corrupt them respectfully. how they're connected to these vessels are completely up to you. could be lovers, enemies, neighbors, relative's lovers, friend's relatives, spouse's relatives, or more t.boo things. they're just consistently always at battle with one another about muses: vance [ 30 y/o vessel + police officer. actually a 928 y/o angel. aaron p.ierre fc ] lazaro [ 42 y/o vessel + tattoo artist. actually a 928 y/o demon. jd p.ardo fc ]
"don't listen to him." vance reached out to grab their hand, still in uniform. he was tired of the demon consistently trying to corrupt them which was why he decided to inhabited a body of his own and get in the middle of it. "he probably didn't tell you i almost arrested him this morning." the demon, who had been silent, pushed himself off of the cop car and started to walk to both of them. he raised his hands up in the air, as if declaring innocence. "for public indecency. that's hardly fair, everyone gets off in public these days. i'd whip it out right here if he wasn't so freaked about it. bet you'd like that, right?" lazaro brushed the back of his hand over their other arm, cutting the space in between them.
fingers curl instinctively 'round vance's. holding his hand felt natural, almost. calming. gaze widens as it slips between the two of them. back and forth, as if he hadn't quite decided which one he was leaning towards. not even whilst he held vance's hand. he can't help but find this situation a bit… startling. how did he get here ? cheeks immediately flush, crimson snaking up his neck and over his cheeks. head tilts low, causing his hair to fall into his eyes. head shakes no. though it was clear that beneath the embarrassment, he was a bit intrigued by the idea. fingertips brushing over his arm sends a shiver down his spine. their touches seem to elicit different responses from him. ❝ i – i don't know about that. ❞ he answers, finally. voice trembling just slightly. ❝ it's indecent. ❞
i think jays has convinced me. today i shall work on an original interpretation of renesmee !! thinking so many thoughts like... exploring a darker side of ness could be so cool. like bella had dreams, repeatedly, about a little boy. i just feel like smeyer was a coward. why didn't she give us the boy we deserved?? not that ness isn't cool but like... a venomous hybrid, with a thirst for blood in a coven of vegetarians ? cOME ON !!!
I have to inform you that I cant always take a moment to read someone's writing on the dash, but I just read the Charlie one you posted and your writing is SO GOOD. Like it instantly pulled me in from the first line and I HAD to read the whole thing. Amazing. 10/10 if you wrote a book I'd buy it. <3
marley !!! this literally might be the nicest thing anyone has EVER said to me. i'm literally just sitting here in awe of you !! thank you so much for your kind words, like genuinely.
charlie wasn't one for dramatics. he liked things straight, clean, & predictable. he took his coffee black, left his boots by the door, liked it when the weather rolled in the way it was supposed to. but nothing about carlisle cullen had ever fit into that kind of order. he told himself it was just a doctor thing. people like carlisle didn't usually wind up in forks. too polished, too calm. that kind of calm didn't come natural. at least, not that charlie thought anyway. it was something you were born with, or earned in ways charlie didn't want to think too hard about. he couldn't deny it, though. whenever carlisle walked into a room, the air shifted. it got quieter, somehow. like even the chaos respected him. charlie had noticed it the first time they met. noticed the way the man moved. precise, no steps wasted. the way his voice could make a panicked mother stop crying, or a bloodied logger stop swearing. he noticed it more than he should have.
and now, with carlisle standing at the station door. tall, collected, looking like he belonged in a magazine instead of a rainy little police station… charlie felt that familiar twist in his gut. it wasn't nerves. he didn't do nerves. it was just… awareness.
he cleared his throat, sat his coffee down, and tried to not look like he'd been staring. ❝ dr. cullen, ❞ he said, voice low and even. ❝ didn't expect you today. ❞ a beat passed, and charlie gestures to his office. ❝ come on it, door's open. ❞ he moved a little slower, hoping that the red in his ears wasn't too obvious. maybe it was the weather. maybe it was the way carlisle always smelled faintly like clean air and something older beneath it. something hard to name. he sank into his chair, watching the man across from him like he was trying to piece together a puzzle. ❝ you said this wasn't hospital business, ❞ he said carefully, fingers folding 'round his mug. ❝ so what kinda trouble brings you to my door, doc ? ❞ and why did charlie almost hope it meant he'd be staying awhile. / @auroverite ( ♡ )
aro had been around a long time. he'd seen many different ways to feed. he'd watched newborns tear with clumsy fervor, ancients drink with the precision of surgeons, and royalty sip as if wine and blood were one and the same. but theo – oh, theo. he was something else entirely. it wasn't just the violence of it. though, there was violence. it wasn't even the sound. the wet, ruinous tearing, the way bone crunched like brittle parchment between teeth. no, what struck aro the most was the thoroughness. theo left little behind. not a drop of blood, save for what stained his skin. skin was torn, shredded. but the body was unrecognizable. almost every part consumed, devoured with a devotion that bordered on reverence – or madness.
it was, aro thought, almost… beautiful. and yet, he stood now in the quieter chamber of the castle. his hands folded, eyes turned toward the ancient stone floor as if it might offer some solution to the delicious problem he now faced. theo was extraordinary. singular. the kind of creature who made legends look pale, and history tame. aro had touched his hand, and the visions that came were chaotic – blood-warm, and stained with memory and hunger that had no bottom. it was absolutely marvelous!
and dangerous. the volturi prided themselves on control. on the secrecy of their kind. on appearances. theo was not a secret anyone could ignore. he was the kind of myth that walked into villages and left only bones and whispers. aro, despite all his years, was not entirely sure he could put a leash on him.
still. ❝ i do so admire efficiency, ❞ aro murmured aloud, voice a silk thread in the dark. ❝ even when it stains the carpet. ❞ he turned, slow and smiling, to the guards near the door. ❝ have the staff prepare a room for our guest. something discreet, please. soundproof, perhaps ? ❞ / @racointeur ( ♡ )
the thirst was never just in his throat. it lived in his bones, in the memory of blood like a fire on his tongue. every smile was a battlefield, every breath a borrowed mercy. he couldn't live without feeling the hunger, but he simply refused to feed the beast he used to be.
ind. jasper whitlock (anti smeyer) written by elliott. info found on pinned post. 18+ and personal blogs dni.
she didn't move like the others. that was the first thing bellamy couldn't help but notice. no calculated theatrics, no practiced elegance like the cullen's used to wield. just presence. quiet, unreadable. worse, maybe. at least when they looked at you like dinner, it was obvious. ❝ just so we're clear, ❞ he says, voice dry, ❝ i don't taste like much. pretty sure all the anxiety has soured whatever flavor i used to have. ❞
the wind shifts, blowing bellamy's scent in her direction. fear strikes in the center of his gut. would she kill him ? here, now ? head tilts as he watches her. ❝ are 'ya gonna say somethin' or just stare at me like i wandered into your hunting grounds by accident ? ❞ he asks, eyes narrowing. ❝ because if this is where i die, i'd at least like to know your name before it happens. manners and all that. ❞ fingers twitch at his sides, useless human reflexes coiled tight beneath his bones. he didn't run. there wasn't a point. running made you easy – weak, and worth the chase. ❝ i've met your kind before, ❞ he adds, quieter now. ❝ family, actually. 'till i wasn't useful anymore. ❞ bitterness ebbs into his tone, but it does not show on his face. / @saintcecily ( ♡ )
ok ok under the cut i need url help for jasper pls n thank u
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the urge to follow the twilight renaissance and make jasper ( or bellamy? ) a solo..........
the streets of volterra had changed little. sure, there were some modern amenities placed for the human's comforts. but the closer that one got to the castle, to the darkness of it all… the less modernity he could see. the castle had changed little on the inside, and yet every footstep he took down its stone corridors felt different, heavier, as if the walls themselves remembered the things that he tried to forget. aro had insisted i greet julian early on. he doesn't get many visitors, you know. aro's tone had been polite, even warm, but there had been something unmistakable in it: you owe him your deference. as if that wasn't already carved into every cell of carlisle's being. julian. the name alone stirred something primal beneath the cultivated calm that arranged itself on his features. a mask, of course. carlisle had met many, many different beings in his time. monsters cloaked in civility, tyrants with velvet tongues. but he was different. older than ambition, perhaps older than fear itself. and somehow, despite centuries of practice, carlisle found himself standing before his door like the boy who once fled blood and fire, searching desperately for a gentler way.
carlisle does not knock. he doesn't have to. surely, julian knows he's here. ❝ julian, ❞ he said, voice soft. his name catching in the back of his throat like something too sharp to swallow. ❝ i brought you a gift. ❞ it was a small box, wrapped in golden paper. it wasn't much, not when someone had anything they could ever ask for. but it was a token sign of respect. / @papalwrought ( ♡ )
the air was thick tonight. almost like it remembered the heat even after the sun had gone down. even after they'd stopped pretending to sweat, to breathe, to be boys shaped by the hot summer and dirt roads. he leans back against the railing of the porch. boots up on the edge like some ghost of a habit he'd never broken. jas was down below, pacing slowly through the tall grasses like perhaps the past was entangled in it. maybe it was.
❝ you always walk like you're about to be ambushed, ❞ he said, voice low & teasing. ❝ even out here. even now. ❞ they'd both been away from maria for going on fifty years now. with edward having left at least a decade now. but the trauma of that time period – of being hunted, and doing the hunting, it never seemed to fade. jasper had been through more than him, there, too. silence stretches, and edward knows what it means. he'd spent decades learning the difference between the dangerous silences & the ones that were just him. brooding, thinking, remembering.
his eyes followed jasper, as he moves through the grass. back and forth. ❝ you remember… uh, right after we were turned…. and maria had us circling that poor town outside houston for like … what, a week ? ❞ it wasn't all trauma, there were good memories too. few and far between, but… ❝ you were all bloodlust and bad ideas, ❞ he drawled, letting the words linger for a moment in hopes that jasper would look at him. ❝ i liked you best then. when we were alone. you were all sharp - jawed and stupid. it was… a good time, i think. ❞ they hadn't been allowed to flaunt their relationship. if maria had known… she would've ended edward before he'd ever even truly began. ❝ i still liked you better than i should've, ❞ he added, quieter now. ❝ still do. ❞ there was no hiding it. not from him. the one who could feel every quirk in edward's emotions…
❝ now… come up here and stop thinkin' so damn hard before i come down there and make you. ❞ / @feltferal ( ♡ )
