Hiatus Til Nov. 27th

origin: french; (composure, coolness); excessive

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if you guy don’t mind rp-ing with a percy jackson, follow me over there!

fucking blog trash. what am i anymore

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/ leaves dad a letter & next to it some self made pancakes. <3

Favorite Daughter of the Year Award.

Elena Gilbert.

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// BACK HOME. I will be on tomorrow after work, might revamp my T’Challa blog later on this week since issues #7 and #8 came out. A HUGE maybe that I’ll be on lol but yeah everything went amazing. RV broke down and we had to stay in Tennesse for three days. Lemme tell you --- Southern people run on their own time, never rush them. All in all, it was a long ass week lmao. 

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“are you finishing that or…?”

F i v e  W o r d s  | | | Accepting 

                   ⁅ ☯ ⁆ Looking over his shoulder, blonde brows raised. Golden eye traveled to the blood bag that sat on the counter before he nodded. Bella was having her fill of the day right now. Carlisle could always get more from the hospital but he had to be on the down low about it. Not like anyone paid attention to him over there. Easy-pickings. ⁅ ☯ ⁆

                         ⁅ ☯ ⁆ A small grin of reassurance spread across his pale features — though those gold eyes seemed a shade darker than from a few weeks ago. Like the rest of the family, he couldn’t leave Bella alone for fear of something new popping up — so far, a broken rib. ⁅ ☯ ⁆ 

 ❝ please, help yourself simon. but make sure not to drink a lot — Bella’s been progressing at an alarming rate when it comes to...it’s growing. ❞

                               ⁅ ☯ ⁆ Mother’s didn’t survive this — he wasn’t sure if venom would help her with the rate she was progressing at. It scared him — losing Edward if he lost Bella. How that sent a chill down his spine. Carlisle wasn’t sure if he’d be strong enough to turn her, but Edward…Edward could be if it came down to such chancing circumstances.  ⁅ ☯ ⁆

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“alright, i’ll leave you alone.” ( hisloyaltyistome )

F i v e  W o r d s | | | Accepting

                                 ⁅ ☯ ⁆ Obsidian eyes flickered towards the other, lips pressed tightly together. Had he meant to sounds harsh towards him? No. Carlisle was not rude towards others — he was not his father. Everything right now, at this moment, was just a bit overwhelming. Something he had happened upon without drinking human blood — he would not die of thirst, rather get more irrational, more hungry, angry.  ⁅ ☯ ⁆

                            ⁅ ☯ ⁆ Thoughts began racing, trying to figure out another way. If he were to live like this for his entire life now, he had to think up other solutions. He had to embrace who and what he was. Holding his hand up, he spoke calmly, apologetically towards his newly made friend.  ⁅ ☯ ⁆

❝ i mean not to speak ill to you, my friend. please, give me a moment to collect my thoughts — i need to get away from where people are walking, i need to get away from here for a few moments. i need to think upon another solution for i fear if i do not feed soon, it will not matter who’s blood i spill. it may be yours, it may be an innocent human — i’ll be back within two days. give me two days, please.  ❞

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five word prompts

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an-exotic-writer:

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

"can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

"just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

"really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

"zero fucks given. next please.”

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hisloyaltyistome:

( 1663 )

It was 1663. The warlock, though he claimed to be hundreds of years old was barely within a few decades. But no one needed to know that. Most people never knew the real age of a warlock anyways. Magnus has been travelling around for the first few decades. After leaving his family. He was a lost soul, though he’d never admit it. He liked to think he was a free spirit. Going where the wind took him.

If he were being truly honest, he wanted to be as far from the place he used to call home. He wanted to rid himself of the memories that came attached. He didn’t want to think about his mother. The morbid look of terror on her face when she saw him. Like he was some monster that she bore. As if he didn’t belong to this world, and she could not love him because of what he was.

His father, condemning him for the death of his wife; and his mother. As if the burden was not already so much for him to bear at such a young age. And because of that, he could never find a place he truly belonged. So he decided to travel. To find that place he could call home once more. Maybe, just maybe even find people he could let in, care for. But he wondered, if he was capable of that. Only barely sixty years into his life he had shunned the world. Shielding himself from ever feeling that kind of pain again. It took him far too long to stop hating himself for what he was. And to finally accept himself in all it’s glory. 

He thinks he may have found a place to settle, even if only for a short while. Probably a longer stay that most other places he’s visited. Even far less shenanigans he’s gotten himself into. And no one to bail him out of said scenarios. What a lonely life his was becoming in such a short time.

The place he’s residing in, a desolate place. A place to himself, alone, a way to mimic the very emotion he’s flooded with currently. And yet, to his surprise, there’s sounds coming as he shuffled inside. He can immediately sense another. Chartreuse hues searching about, until gaze falls upon one of the cupboards. He’s not sure what to expect, but he dares to open it. Ringed fingertips reach for the corner and pull it open.

Cat-like eyes widened at the sight before him. The warlock knew a good handful of Vampires in his years. Not too many, as he didn’t venture out too much. But this one, far different from the socialites and aristocrats that he did know. The look in his reddened eyes. A look so familiar to him, that made his heart ache in his chest. A feeling that he hadn’t felt it such a long time. A need to help this man through whatever it was he was going through. The same way he wished someone would have been there for him through his unbearable moments.

He had never been around a vampire going through the transition. But, like with any kind of change, it was a difficult task. You life being flipped upside down. You, as a person, changing in ways you may not like, may not agree with. But survival was important, no matter how little you wanted to compromise with everything else. He crouched down, a gentle hand reached out to the blond man.

“Come out.” He said softly. “I won’t hurt you. I wish you help you, if you would allow me to.” He doubted he would fare well against a vampire. Especially one in transition. With every sense heightened. Letting that fear and panic drive every action. But he hoped this man would let him help, whatever way he could, he was more than willing.

                             ⁅ ☯ ⁆  Vampires. Monsters that fed off the human race. They couldn’t go out in the sun. The came out at night --- they were different. His father had done his research --- skin as hard as granite, cold as ice. They were damned the moment they turned. Had God forsaken the Preacher’s son? It was said they didn’t burn in the sun, but if dying of thirst didn’t work, he would try that next. Maybe after that, drowning. That sounded likely, right? Hands shake --- there was no such thing as a transition with what this kind of species was. It was more of --- you’re bitten, now turned. One of them. Us against Them. ⁅ ☯ ⁆

( Am I to live like this forever? There must be a way to kill oneself after turning, right? Anything is better than being this-- )

                    ⁅ ☯ ⁆ How dreary and dark his thoughts became with each passing second. His father would never love him like he used to. Leading the charge against vampires was a mistake that night. Why, why, why did he live?! Such frustration made his brows crease, knee folded up to his chest did he rest his forehead on his forearms. So, so much pain --- the thirst, the heartache. What heartache? His heart didn’t beat anymore. A choking sound came from within the back of his throat as if he were crying. ⁅ ☯ ⁆

                                                                          ⁅ ☯ ⁆ So caught up was he in his obscure thinking did he forget to take notice of the footsteps, of the heartbeat that echoed through the home. Close, closer. It wasn’t until that cupboard was being opened that his coiled up, ready to spring at whoever so dared enter upon his time. Lips curl back to reveal perfect white teeth --- blood red eyes a stark contrast to his pale skin. He was afraid, scared, hurt --- above all others, this reaction from the Cullen was an alien feeling. The feeling of protecting what he called a temporary home in this potato sack cupboard. ⁅ ☯ ⁆

                         ⁅ ☯ ⁆ Carlisle wasn’t able to hold his breath --- he got a whiff of the other’s scent. If a chill could be sent down his spine, it would have. He didn’t register the other male’s eyes --- but rather what permeated through his senses. He wasn’t human. There was something more to this man’s blood that made him recoil yet there was blood! Blood flowed through this man’s veins! He could drink him dry and not care what was in his blood! He just needed blood! The mere thought had his facial features changed --- how mortified Carlisle was. ⁅ ☯ ⁆

                               ⁅ ☯ ⁆ A hand resting on his shoulder did it snap him out of his thoughts --- a warning growl leaving passed his lips before reflexes kicked in and within a blink of an eye was already out of the cupboard. Hands balled into fists at his side --- what were once pure, blue eyes turned a vile burning red stared at this person. An apologetic look in those eyes --- eyes that had now witness the sun beginning to rise.  ⁅ ☯ ⁆  

                ⁅ ☯ ⁆ He didn’t say anything to the strange man who wanted to help him but rather gave that sorrowful look and blurred from sight. His destination --- wherever the sun hit in the road outside of this lonesome cabin... Surely the sun would end his life --- it had to if staying away from human blood did not. ⁅ ☯ ⁆

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@hisloyaltyistome | | | plotted starter B)

London, 1663.

( A nightmare. All of this truly was just a terrible nightmare. Three days I’ve been writhing in pain. Three days and the hunger sets in. I can’t go back to my father --- everyone is dead, I am lucky to be alive. Yeah, right. I’d rather die than look in the mirror at the monster I’ve turned into. Why did that vampire leave? Why didn’t he notice I was still alive and kill me? )

                                     ⁅ ☯ ⁆ The night was chilly --- dawn was soon upon the son of a preacher. Carlisle Cullen. Ironic what he chased he had now become. Thoughts were as dark as the sky --- thoughts that he began thinking, killing himself. Would it actually work? He could give it a try --- but he was so damned thirsty. As the people within London walked --- he could hear their heartbeats from miles away, leagues. 

                                                           ⁅ ☯ ⁆ He could smell fresh blood running through their veins --- such a warm welcoming that it was as if someone were shoving a hot iron brand down his frozen throat. Getting up to a stand did he make haste to an abandoned home, there he found a potato cupboard and shut himself inside. He had to get away from humans --- he didn’t want to kill. Maybe he’d die from lack of human blood. Was it possible? Carlisle Cullen --- there was no way in seven hells that he was going to kill anyone. Hands balled into a fist did he bring it to his mouth and bite on his knuckles.  ⁅ ☯ ⁆

                       ⁅ ☯ ⁆ That was when he noticed --- his teeth were sharp enough to pierce through his skin, to make a mark. No blood spilled from his fist. That was when he noticed --- he did not need to breathe anymore. Yes. He would shut himself up in this cupboards for months then if that’s what it took to be rid of the monster he had now become. It was then he figured he could not shed tears --- for what bodily fluid was there in him for him to do such a thing anymore? None. He was dead. He was the monster his father hunted every night.   ⁅ ☯ ⁆

                         ⁅ ☯ ⁆ A loud cry came forth --- a cry of sadness, pain, loss, frustration. Everything he couldn’t speak. A loud crack echoed through the small cupboard, crimson red eyes widen with disbelief and fright. A strength far more superior than a human’s. How could he control such a thing like this? Simple. He’d rather kill himself of thirst before he could become the vile monster. Now his hand raked through blonde tresses --- a thump, thump, thumping sound did he hear.  ⁅ ☯ ⁆

                                                                                ⁅ ☯ ⁆ Impossible! No one lived here anymore! Had the hunters found him? If it were possible for Vampires to have a panic attack, Carlisle would have one at this moment. He couldn’t breathe anymore for no oxygen came from his lungs, bright red eyes wide --- ears listening for the slightest sound of footsteps. He didn’t want to hurt anyone else especially one that may come in this vacant home. How he wanted to taste it --- how he yearned to have it spill around him, like a fountain, washing his old life away. Such dark, dark thoughts. Where did they come from?  ⁅ ☯ ⁆

( No! No! I don’t want to think about it --- I’d rather die than kill anyone! I can’t do this-- they can’t come in here! )

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/casually leaves dad some cookies and flees 2 sleep 💖

                      ⁅ ☯ ⁆ A smile stretched across the Doctor’s pale features --- pearlescent teeth making his skin stand out even more white than it was already. Hand hovering over the cookies as fingers pick up one.With a  smile still plastered on his face did he bite into it --- his kind didn’t eat human food, but when they did, it didn’t affect the nor satisfy them. It was sweet, delectably so. Swallowing the remaining food down did he nod his head towards where Elena had fled, knowing she could probably hear him.  ⁅ ☯ ⁆

                                         ❝ thank you elena! you should be a baker someday. ❞ 

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Tag a quality booty! You’re it! Quality booty doesn’t mean that you have a big booty, or sexy booty. It means that your booty look nice, and you deserve to be happy. If you get this message, someone is telling you that they love ur booty as it's, and they don’t care how it look or (smell). Send this to 10 blogs who you think has a fine booty. If you break the chain, nothing will happen. But it’s just good to let someone know that you love their booty! ❤

// anto pls. bless u

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''Carlisle you have to stop adopting others.'' {Edward}

son. remember who u are

because ur being a jealous little brooding shit rn

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vampiriism:

         ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇs ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴏғғ

                      𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃.

                                       ᴛʜᴀᴛ·s ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛs.

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haspatiience:

&. @scngfrcid | Continued !! |

      “ to an extent — sometimes I feel like this is still some long vision that I’m seeing and the human me, wherever she is. is working as hard as she can to stay away from this life. ” she can hear the disappointment in his voice, the man whom she had looked up to as a father for the majority or her immortal life. she hated it, how he looked at her. hands placed themselves on her lap as she tried to avoid eye contact with him. 

     “ I’m not cranky — I’m just. tired. tired of all this. I want to sleep . I want to eat fresh fruit and go out in the sun. I want to walk on the beach with the man I LOVE without people looking at us like were some kind of freaks because our skin is so pale and we have layer and layers of clothing on so we don’t shine in the sunlight. — this is hell, i’m trapped in endless loops of reading the same book over and over again and doing nothing but sew clothes all day. ”

                 ⁅ ☯ ⁆ There was no look of disappointment on him nor in his feelings towards Alice. What there was, was sympathy. He knew how she felt, how everyone one of them felt. Carlisle had been like that for a long, long time until he had gotten used to it --- until he came to terms with reality. His family other than Esme were still adjusting to the changes, especially Alice. ⁅ ☯ ⁆

                                                                   ❝ iunderstand.  ❞

                                         ⁅ ☯ ⁆ If he could shed tears for his children’s pain, he would. His frozen heart was aching as he listened to his daughter --- but never did Carlisle choose the negative side of things. He was their leader, he was their father. A father always brought a smile on his children’s faces. Years and years and wisdom was an exceptionally welcome friend.  ⁅ ☯ ⁆

❝ i can’t tell you what to do, alice, only guide you in hopes you’ll find your path. but just imagine if life is what you say it is now, for you, then just think about how much worse off you’d be if you didn’t have us --- if you didn’t have jasper? life without the people you love is more hell than being who we are.  ❞

                  ⁅ ☯ ⁆ He wasn’t just speaking for himself, he was speaking for the rest of them. His hand reached out for hers in comfort --- eyes seemed to darken a shade with sadness, but optimistic hope that everything will be all right in the end.  ⁅ ☯ ⁆ 

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verses tags

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give me magnus encountering carlisle when he was first turned

give me magnus helping carlisle after he attempts several times to kill himself and nothing works

give me magnus watching carlisle first turn edward

GIVE. ME. THE FOREVER BROTP.

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DAD?!

why yes. dadlisle is in the house now.

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❝There is no such thing as Hell. The world we live in is hell enough.❞ (if your still accepting!!)

MEME || Accepting

                                                        ⁅ ☯ ⁆ Head cocked to the side, blonde brows furrowing. Golden orbs piercing as he looked towards the one who had spoken. His daughter --- most precious daughter next to Rosalie. Alice was the kind of daughter any father would fight for if something were to happen to her --- yet any type of father who would accept her decisions. She was grown enough some of the times. There was worry showing in his features, those yellow irises stayed fixated on his gifted child --- a small grin appearing on his face --- call him the most optimistic. ⁅ ☯ ⁆

❝ alice, do you really believe that? this world we live in, it is not hell. it’s what we as people make it out to be. as a family we should always move forward, never back. dwelling on the past will not change anything. now, i want you to go out and hunt --- i realize everyone here is rather...cranky without their daily meal, so please.  ❞