𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 ;

ᵒᵃᵏ ⅋ 𝐀𝐒𝐇 & 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔫 .

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this blog is archived.    moved to @folkloreik

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this blog is archived!   i have moved to @folkloreik  and decided to make it an oc multi that will primarily be plot driven. 

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i might put this blog on a little hiatus.   i’ve been feeling very odd on here and it’s not helping with muse,  so i think a break will be good.   i’m going to hide out on my single blogs for awhile.  

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𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖘𝖑𝖊𝖞 ,

𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹  𝑾𝑰𝑷𝑬𝑺  𝑪𝑹𝑰𝑴𝑺𝑶𝑵  𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵  𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴  𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑬𝑻  𝑳𝑰𝑷𝑺 .            //            hues study him carefully as black irises fade back to cerulean ,      as veins slowly disappear from under her eyes .      she shoves the human corpse away from herself ,      ignores the muted thump as disconnected head rolls across the carpet ,      instead slowly approaches damon with wide smile fixated on her expression .            courtney was beginning to grow tired of the dredging schedule she’d adopted while hunting on her own            ——            damon’s presence was a welcomed change in pace ,      a reminder that the world was at her fingertips .                        ❝      you should be more careful next time ,      @saccharynes​ .      ❞                        there’s a lighthearted undertone to her words ,      brows remain arched as she leisurely licks her lips and crosses her arms .

❝      it seems like playing goody-two-shoes has made you soft ,      old man .      ❞                        quiet snort leaves her lips before eyes scan the empty room ,      they flutter closed for a moment as she breathes it all in            ——            the pain and suffering their victims had suffered before their ultimate death ,      the scent of stale blood stained on the decorative carpet .      it was all so addictive ,      her head was reeling in the same way it always had during her very best highs as a human            (      if she’d known how good it would all feel ,      she would’ve died a lot sooner      ) .            the gnawing pain in her stomach never fades ,      the beast within only growing more manic the more she fed :            she needed more to quench the maniac within ,      was desperate for a repetition of the euphoric feeling that left her head spinning .                        ❝      i need more food .      ❞

PROMPT            //            damn ,      i got blood on my shirt .

humanity teeters the line between off and on.    morality has become misshapen and bent to barely resembled anything human.   he’s a monster,  a vampire.   playing pretend lately has grown old.  her offer to join on the hunt was immediately agreed to.  the unavoidable disapproval of certain persons pushed to the back of mind.  mess is usually avoided,   but it’s been so long since he’s allowed himself to simply lose himself to the hunt.   silky cloth is pinched between fingertips to examine the stain left behind by victim’s bleeding wound.   this was a damn good shirt.  from experience,   blood was pretty hard to get out,   especially in such a big quantity.   a huff leaves lips as the corpse in his hands joins the one she disregarded on the floor,     though head is still attached.       

“    soft?    no,   i just hate seeing a perfectly good shirt go to waste.   i look so good in it too.   i should make you buy me a new one.   this was all your idea after all.    “          lips pull into a smirk,    attention pulled to her,    watching as the euphoria of what they had done washes over her.    bodies are scattered among the room,    all of them drained.     quite a mess for someone to clean up later.   someone else.     no more pretending,   no more playing goody-two-shoes.         “    god,    you’re insatiable,    aren’t you?   “         he chuckles,   standing from the chair he had been lounging on.   this was needed.  so many rules were being placed lately,   becoming constricting.      “    it wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me to let a lady starve.  “        arm is offered to her,        “   i’ll even let you pick the place and the people this time.  “ 

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@mercyforged​​​ .

names   have   power.               they   symbolize   where   someone   comes   from   and   who   a   person   essentially   is.            carlisle   suggests   that   she   give   up   hers,         share   it            with   him.         even   if   it   was   only   for            pretend,            it   causes   hesitation.            were   they   close   enough   to   share   such   an   intimate   thing?         he   had   only   just   started   walking   around   the   cullen   household   without   the   tension   of   an   awaited   attack   in   his   shoulders.      now   they   had   to   be   related.            jasper   settles   down   beside   her,         the   space   between   them   still   great   but   smaller   than   it   had   been   weeks   ago.            “      are   you   sure   you   want   to   do   it?         share   your   name   with   me?         “                     hands   clasp   together   and   a   beat   passes   before   he   lifts   his   head   and   spares   a   glance   in   her   direction.            letting   go   of         ‘whitlock’      was   letting   go   of   a   piece   of   the   past.         a   past   filled   with   pain,      but   goodness   too.            what   glimpses   he   could   dredge   up   from   human   life   in   the   haze   of   his   memory   had   been   nice.         “      i’m   surprised   i’m   even         being   allowed         to   go   to   school.      be   out   in   public.      i   mean   one   tiny   little   murderous   thought   and   edward   looks   at   me   like   i’m   already   guilty.      “   

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@foughtdeath​ .

her   life   had   been            a   gilded   cage.            first,         with   her   human   family   and   then,      later,   with   the   one   carlisle   had   formed.         it   became   too   constricting.            choosing   to   leave   felt   like            taking   fate   into   her   own   hands,            truly,      for   the   first   time.         leaving   emmett   was   the   hardest   but   their   love   felt   as   stagnant   as   their   entire   existence.      resentment   would   have   taken   birth   within   her   and   she   could   not   allow   that   to   happen,            not   against   him.               heels   click   against   the   cobblestone   street,               and   shopping   bags   are   hanging   from   her   arms   as   she   enjoys   the   cloudy   afternoon.      alice   would   have   marveled   at   the   clothes   and,      no   doubt,      would   have   encouraged   more   indulgence.         the   thought   of   it   brought   a   smile   to   crimson   painted   lips.         she   begins   to   turn   the   corner   towards   a   little   cafe   she   enjoyed   reading   at,         only   to   come   face   to   face   with   a   familiar   face.         the   features   were   incredibly   similar   to   her   own.         it   was   the   main   reason   carlisle   had   them   pose   as         blood   siblings         after   all.            “            of   everyone   i   expected   to   see,         you   were   one   of   the   last.         a   step   above   edward   but   still.      “               shoulders   shrug   and   blonde   head   tilts,      golden   eyes   study   what   they   see.         what   she   was   looking   for?         she   wasn’t   entirely   sure   yet.         perhaps   trying   to   discern   why   he   was   here   without   posing   the   actual   question.            “            did   you   come   alone?      “

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@tricursed​ .

it   feels   suffocating.                  her   emotions   are   dialed   over   one-hundred,               heightened   to   a   point   that   he   almost   cannot   distinguish   where   she   begins   and   he   ends.         it   was   an   experience   he   hadn’t   had   since   first   being   turned   and   learning   to   finally   navigate   his   gift.               “            i   know   ..         i   know   what   you’re   struggling   with.            guilt   and   hunger.         it’ll   eat   you   alive   until   it   becomes   unbearable.      “                     throat   is   ignited,               prompting   him   to   swallow   in   an   attempt   to   keep   the   thirst   at   bay.         why   carlisle   and   the   others   thought   he   was   the   one   who   could   help   her   was   beyond   his   understanding.            perhaps   because   of   his   experience   with   newborns,            with   controlling   vampires   that   struggle   with   thirst.            she   was   nothing   like   those   newborns.         her   power   unmatched   comparatively   speaking.            this   is   why   distance   is   being   kept   between   them   and   muscles   are   taught,            ready   for   an   attack.                  “               but   that’s   only   if   you   let   it.            let   me   help   you   control   this.         “   

[persephonememes]

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.

❛ You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast. ❜

❛ You are going to break your promise. ❜

❛ I understand. ❜

❛ And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you. ❜

❛ Oh, I will be cruel to you. ❜

❛ It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be. ❜

❛ But you understand, don’t you? ❜

❛ I am a demanding creature. ❜

❛ I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable. ❜

❛ For you alone I will be weak. ❜

❛ I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. ❜

❛ In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold. ❜

❛ I have looked for your face in the patterns of the ice. ❜

❛ I moved the earth and the water for you. ❜

❛ Because my magic is as strong as an arm. ❜

❛ Magic does that. It wastes you away. ❜

❛ Magic does that. It wastes you away. Once it grips you by the ear, the real world gets quieter and quieter, until you can hardly hear it at all. ❜

❛ You will always run away with her. ❜

❛ You will always lose her. ❜

❛ You will always be a fool. ❜

❛ War is not for winning. ❜

❛ But her heart was so cold that she could hold ice in her mouth and it would never melt. ❜

❛ You look like a winter night. ❜

❛ But if you must be clever, then be clever. ❜

❛ Be brave. ❜

❛ Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight. ❜

❛ She is so stubborn, her heart has an argument with her head every time it wants to beat. ❜

❛ How I adore you. ❜

❛ Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me. ❜

❛ Oh, quit that. ❜

❛ In his own country, death can be kind. ❜

❛ Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing. ❜

❛ Someone ought to write a novel about me. ❜

❛ I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived. ❜

❛ What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists? ❜

❛ After love, no one is what they were before. ❜

❛ In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you. ❜

❛ No one is now what they were before the war. There’s just no getting any of it back. ❜

❛ How long your hair has grown. You could strangle a man in it. ❜

❛ I have survived, but I have not been spared. ❜

❛ After all, when all else is gone, you may still have bitterness in abundance. ❜

❛ I’ve a devil of a habit for being right. ❜

❛ Everyone is a criminal! ❜

❛ Naturally, then, humans fall into three categories: the criminal, the not-yet-criminal, and the not-yet-caught. ❜

❛ Forests have secrets. ❜

❛ We are better at this than you are. ❜

❛ We can hold two terrible ideas at once in our hearts. ❜

❛ It’s not so bad, my darling. ❜

❛ I look at you and it is like my throat being cut. ❜

❛ Do you think I am a fool? ❜

❛ Did you never think, even once, that I loved lipstick and rouge for more than their color alone? ❜

❛ I still want to kiss you. ❜

❛ I hate it here. ❜

❛ He’ll burn you down like wax if you let him. ❜

❛ Did I not come to you on my knees with a kingdom in my hand? ❜

❛ I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too. ❜

❛ My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it. ❜

❛ Nothing ever truly dies. ❜

[period-drama-blog]

Holliday Grainger as Lucrezia Borgia in The Borgias (2011–2013)

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@unbearablyindifferent​  .

“         that   looks   so   freaking   good,         seriously!      “                        face   lights   up   with   childish   glee   when   the   sweet   she’s   created   is   shown   off.            not   one            artistic   or   creative   bone            resides   in   his   own   body,         but   he’s   always   in   awe   of   other’s   who   possessed   that   trait.            “         i   mean   you   did   that   with   your   actual   hands.         wow!         i   like   this   bit   the   best.            the   swirly   thing.               too   bad   i   can’t   taste   it.        “                     he   pauses,               clearing   his   throat.                  probably   would   have   been   best   to   leave   that   last   part   out.            humans   were   curious   by   nature   and   she   would   ask   why,            which   would   lead   to   answers   that   he   couldn’t   give.         “         because   i’m   allergic   ...         to            every   ingredient            in   that.      “               totally   nailed   it.            crisis   adverted.   

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@perfaede​ .

the   palazzo   comes   to   life   with   luxurious   decorations,   the   sounds   of   orchestral   music,      and            a   high   profile   guest   list               filled   with   those   who   either   come   with   an   insatiable   appetite   or   those   who   have   been   chosen   to   quench   it.      she   glides   into   the   room   with   two   guard   at   her   back,         enjoying   the   attention   that   her   appearance   garners.            crimson   hues,         which   compliment   the   black   dress   adorning   her   figure,         sweep   the   surrounding   crowd   for   either   her   husband   or   someone   intriguing   to   decorate   her   time   with.         an   excited   rush   fills   her   belly   whenever         he         is   spotted.            like   shadows,         the   guards   follow,            studying   every   movement   anyone   makes   with   keen   eyes.               the   smile   that   appears   on   expression   whenever   approaching   the   other   is   playful   and   quite   mischievous   in   nature.         “               ah   if   it   isn’t   our         guest   of   honor.            i   assume   you   have   been   wanting   for   nothing   and   my   husband   is   taking   diligent   care   of   you?            “                     a   servant   approaches,            wine   glasses   filled   with   blood   sitting   atop   a   golden   tray.         sulpicia   takes   a   hold   of   them   and   keeps   one   for   herself   while   offering   klaus   the   remaining   one.            “      tonight   is   very   special.            make   sure   to            take   advantage            of   all   it   has   to   offer.      “   

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𝖔𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖚𝖓    , 

    IT    WAS    CRYSTAL    CLEAR,    like    the    running    water    of    a    small    river    that    flows    right    into    the    ocean,    how    carlisle    was    meant    to    be    her    husband’s    father.    they    had    the    same    heart    of    gold,    the    same    values.    even    the    same    ethereal    beauty,    even    though    no    blood    laces    were    able    to    unite    them.    quiet    brown    eyes    watched    as    he    took    his    time    cleaning    her    wound,    a    small    pout    upon    sad    lips    while    the    doctor’s    words    were    carefully    listened    to.    ❝    thank    you,    sir.    i    really    appreciate    what    you’re    doing    for    me    …    this    and    everything    else. ❞    a    tanned    hand    was    placed    to    his    shoulder,    and    the    mermaid    was    sweetly    stupid    enough    to    try    and    force    a    smile    in    spite    of    how    teardrops    insisted    in    rolling    down    those    dainty    features.    ❝    i    know    rosalie    will.    i    feel    really    safe    whenever    she’s    looking    after    alexei.    she    will    be    a    good    mother    herself    someday…    and    i    do,    though.    i    do    wish    to    see    my    husband.    i    just    feel    so    much    shame    right    now.    ❞    marina    continued    to    explain.    her    father-in-laws    hands    carefully    squeezed    while    he    attempted    to    comfort    her.    

    ❝    i’ll    never    forget    the    way    she    looked    at    me.    there    was    anger    and    pain    …    but    i    feel    like    she    was    almost    begging    to    be    spared.    i    just    couldn’t    risk    jasper’s    life,    and    our    child’s.    maria    would    have    killed    us    all    if    i    hadn’t    stopped    her.    ❞    the    mermaid    sang    achingly.    the    kiss    to    her    forehead    was    leverage    enough    for    her    to    embrace    carlisle    tightly,    sobbing    against    his    white    shirt.   

“            you   know   you   don’t   have   to   be   so   formal.                  please,            call   me   carlisle.                  and   what   is   family   for?         it’s   my   pleasure.            “                     an   aching   formed   in   the   midst   of   his   chest,            and   own   tears   began   to   well   up   at   the   corners   of   golden   hues.            seeing   someone   cry   always   provoked   such   a   reaction.         he   only   wished   to   take   away   her   pain.            if   a   gift   had   been   granted   to   him   in   the   afterlife,            he   sometimes   wished   it   had   been   that,               the   absorption   of   pain.                     “         she   would   delight   at   hearing   you   say   that.         “               the   guilt   felt   at   having   selfishly   turned   rosalie   and   taking   away   her   opportunities   never   faded,         especially   when   her   rightful   resentment   of   him   also   never   did.         he   would   always   be   thankful   to   marina   and   jasper   for   helping   her   see   that   some   doors   on   those   opportunities   were   still   open,         even   if   they   would   be   different.               he   nods   in   understanding,                  “      it   may   be   best   to            work   through            those   feelings   alone   before   you   see   him,         for   your   sake   and   for   his.         jasper   will   understand.         “            it   was   an   assumption   but   one   that   he   truly   believes.         carlisle   continues    to    hold    onto    her    hands,     offering    physical    comfort    for    as    long    as    she    needs.    

“         i   know.         “                        other   words            fail   him            when   he   needs   them   most,            all   he   can   provide   is   understanding.            if   he   had   been   in   her   shoes,      then   he   would   have   done   the   same            to   protect            those   he   cares   about.            arms   wrap   around   her   as   a   hand   moves   to   her   hair   to   run   through   it   soothingly.            “         it   won’t   feel   this   way   forever,            i   promise.            this   will   pass.      “

[saccharynes-archived]

@purocorde​​​      ,         🎁      .            demons   by   jacob   lee .

“         i   thought   my   demons   were            almost   defeated,                  but   you   took   their   side   and   you   pulled   them   to               freedom.            “                        betrayal   stings   like   a   blade   being   plunged   into   the   heart.            a   voice   in   his   head   screaming,               ‘i   told   you   so’.            letting   her   in   behind   concrete   walls   built   safely   around   his   heart   had   been   a   mistake.         not   one   that   would   be   made   again.            “         i   kept            your   secrets            and   i   thought   you   would   do   the   same.      “   

[mixelation]

“we were lovers in a past life” trope but the current incarnations are enemy-to-lovers trope. when. 

[mixelation]

To be clear. I don’t want “our past love ended in betrayal and anger and now we hate each other.” I want “we died in love and in each other’s arms” but the current incarnations do NOT remember and they ARE trying their best to End the other one and these new sudden flashbacks to lovingly holding each other’s hands is EXTREMELY UPSETTING

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@roseguided​​ .

fingers   curl   around            a   letter,                     beautiful   flowing   cursive   fills   the   paper.               the   contents   beginning   with            ‘dearest   friend’            and   go   on   to   inquire   swiftly   about   himself,         but   mostly   interest   falls   upon   his   granddaughter.         aro   laments   about   not   having   seen   her   since   the   day   they   met   on   the   snowy   field   and   then   suggests,         or   perhaps   demands,      that   be   remedied.         a   sigh   releases   as   he   sits   up   and   skims   over   it   again   to   land   on   the   last   line:         ‘i   do   hope   to   see   you   and   your   unique   granddaughter   soon,         my   friend’.            edward   nor   bella   would   be   keen   to   the   idea,      especially   seeing   as   they   were         not   invited.            though   refusing   aro   would   be   a   foolish   thing   to   do,         and   they   may   not   survive   a   second   encounter   with   the   entire   volturi   guard,      should   it   come   to   that.      he   places   the   letter   down   just   as   the   subject   of   his   concern   enters.         worry   can   only   be   seen   in   the   depths   of   his   eyes,         the   rest   fades   into   a   loving   smile.               “      hello   nessie.      i   was   just   coming   to   speak   to   you.      “            a   brief   pause,      attempting   to   figure   how   to   approach   this   in   the   most   gentle   way   possible.            “         how   would   you   feel   about   going   on   a   trip?         just   you   and   i?      “

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@roseguided​   .

she   appears   slightly   unkempt.               strands   of   blonde   hair   falling   from   messy   bun   and   dirt   coating   hands.         the   image   of   the   beauty   queen   different   here   in   this   garage,               but   her   passion   still   comes   alive.         attention   is   meticulous   while   working   on   emmett’s   engine.            she’s   rebuilt   entire   cars   before,         merely   fixing   them   was            child’s   play.            hands   only   still   whenever   the   scent   of   human   blood   carries   through   the   breeze,            bella’s   arrival   heard   and   felt   even   before   they   drew   close   to   the   garage.         complicated   was   an   understatement   of   view   on   the   other.         feelings   that   rosalie   didn’t   necessarily   feel   like   analyzing,      nor   entirely   acknowledging.         playing   into         the   cold   shoulder            she   has   given   since   day   one   was   far   easier.                  “      edward   isn’t   here.      “            smooth   voice   cuts   through   the   morning   air   like   ice.         “         none   of   them   are.      “               those   who   pose   as   her   family   have   become   important   to   her   throughout   their   time   spent   together,            but   she   would   be   lying   if   she   said   she   didn’t   enjoy   the   quiet.         there   had   been   times   when   leaving   altogether   had   crossed   wandering   mind.         if   edward   had   seen   it   milling   around   in   her   thoughts,            he   never   admitted   to   it.         amber   hues   drift   from   her   work   to   bella,         any   internal   reaction   guarded.               “      if   you’re   going   to   stay,         the   least   you   can   do   is   make   yourself            useful.            hand   me   that   right   there.      “